Bonanza

Weeaboo Hey, hey, Joe.

Look who's coming.

Yeah, that's what I call a real fine-looking woman.

Yeah, you mind your manners, because she's a married woman.

Hi, Ms. Edwards.

This is a real pleasure, ma'am.

Hello, Hoss.

Hello, Little Joe.

My pleasure, ma'am.

Little Joe, why don't you see after Miss Edwards' horse while I help her down?

Well, little brother, why don't you see after her horse while I help her down?

Joyce!

Ben!

Oh, Ben!

Oh, it's so good to see you again.

It's wonderful seeing you.

You'll stay for supper.

Adam, you remember Mrs. Edwards?

Hello, Adam.

I remember her.

I just wasn't speaking because I was so busy looking.

You Cartwrights certainly know how to please a woman.

Joe, run in and tell Hop Sing we'll have a guest for supper.

Right, Father.

Oh, Ben, I... Adam, down in the cellar by the north wall, there are two cases of Lafitte.

Bring up a couple of bottles.

Yes, sir.

Now, look, you've come all this way.

Surely you can stay for a little while.

Now, we need a lady in this house.

You know, I've got these three grown sons, and somebody has to teach them manners.

Now, please, come here.

All right, but just for a little while.

I wouldn't go in there if I was you, Ms. Edwards.

It's nothing, Ben.

He's just our new hired hand.

He must be lost.

Pay no attention to him.

Suit yourself, ma'am.

Only Mr. Edwards ain't gonna like this.

Ezekiel, you can tell Mr. Edwards anything you want to,

but Mr. Cartwright is an old friend, and I'm going inside.

Anything you say, ma'am.

But I'll be waiting for you.

Your house is so attractive, Ben.

It gets nicer with the years.

It's been years since you've been in this house, Joyce.

Yes, I know.

I've missed seeing it.

I've missed seeing you.

All of us have.

How's Tom?

Oh, all right.

Just all right?

How is he, really?

He's still bitter.

He's been bitter ever since the accident.

All day long, he just follows me around in his wheelchair.

And every night, in front of Ezekiel, he calls me names.

He says the most awful things.

Ezekiel?

The man outside the Hyatt house?

He's more than just that.

Tom spends half the night drinking and gambling with his hired hand.

Drinking and gambling?

I thought the accident left him incapacitated.

Only from the waist down.

Tom drinks himself into a stupor.

And Ezekiel carries him upstairs.

He never knocks.

Just brings him right into the room.

And he puts him down on the bed next to me.

And he straightens up.

And he looks at me lying there.

And he says, Good night, Mrs. Edwards.

And goes.

Every night it's this.

But last night...

Usually Tom can't turn over, but... Somehow last night he managed to.

I woke up, and I saw him bending over me with a carving knife in his hand.

He didn't move, he just... He just sort of smiled at me.

He was so beautiful, he said.

I can't bear to think of my going first.

Joyce, surely you must know Tom meant no harm.

I don't know.

He's always talking about death.

His death.

My death.

I, uh... I've got to go.

Joyce, please, stay.

I'm sorry.

I can't, Ben.

Oh.

Tom will be all right.

If only he could find something to do to take his mind off himself.

He...

Oh, I...

I've got to go.

Hello, Hoss.

Would you get Mrs. Edwards' horse, please?

Right, Paul.

Joyce.

I don't like the idea of his following you.

It's all right, Ben.

He'll keep his distance.

I'll ride along, Bartway, with you.

All right.

Thank you.

Here you are, Mrs. Edwards.

Thank you, Hoss.

What?

Well, I heard once it was Pa's gun that hit him.

Well, that's a lie.

Beat yourself, or both of you will stop talking about it.

Well, look, I didn't mean to hit him on purpose.

I mean, he hit him accidentally.

Well, that's two lies.

That's not what they say in town.

Well, that's Mr. Edwards, Joe.

Sure he blames Paul.

He claims he crippled him.

Well, did he or didn't he?

He did not.

Well, how do you know?

You weren't even there.

I was there an hour later.

They were out after wild mountain sheep.

Mr. Edwards slipped and fell to the ledge, and Paul risked his life trying to save him.

Ain't that right, Adam?

They were climbing up off that ledge when they fell to another ledge, and that's

when the gun went off, getting him in the spine.

Who's gun?

Mr. Edwards' gun.

All right, then why does he blame Pa?

Eat your supper.

It's getting cold.

Boys.

I'm sorry I opened the wine, Pa.

I didn't know she was leaving so soon.

Well, we haven't had any of this since Christmas.

Yeah, it's a miracle.

This wine imprisoned in this bottle for 20 years, and each year it seems to grow better.

Yeah, well, I'm sorry Miss Edwards couldn't make the dinner tonight,

but I'm sure glad to be taking part of this wine.

Me too.

Boys, I need your help.

What do you think Tom Edwards could do?

What do you mean, Pa?

Well, they're out of money.

He's squandered everything they ever had.

They owe everybody, and he's always gambling.

That Zeke fellow, does he live with them?

I'm sorry, Pa, I wouldn't want you to talk with your mouth full.

He not only lives with them, but they owe him too.

Well, what about Virginia City?

Maybe he could clerk somewhere.

You ever talk with him?

Every time he opens his mouth, it's like poison pouring out.

Hoss, this was once a wonderful man, but he was struck down.

Life struck him down.

Pa didn't mean to offend you, huh?

They have a pretty good flow of water on their place, haven't they?

Who are we to say that if we were struck down, we wouldn't be pouring out poison too?

Now, what were you saying about water?

Oh, well, I was thinking that there's no mill around, and they have a pretty good stream there.

We could rig up a water wheel, build a small mill house, they could grind grain.

That's a wonderful idea.

A wonderful idea!

Adam, I want to drink a toast to you.

Hey, Pa, can we drink to him, too?

He's a mighty bright fellow.

Downright bright, and a real pride and joy to the Cartwrights.

Well, thank you, gentlemen.

Take care of my horse.

Anything you say, Mrs. Edwards.

Well, did you have a pleasant ride?

Yes.

I hope so.

At least that will compensate a little for all that you have to put up with.

Darling, I know it's dreadful of me to make such a fuss when you go out, but.

...

You have no idea how awful it is for me to sit here alone... without you.

Let me kiss you.

Your skin is so lovely.

Your cheeks are pink.

Kiss?

I'm awfully tired.

I think I'll go up to bed.

You told me where you've been.

I, uh...

went to see the Cartwrights.

Why?

To complain about your husband.

Tom, please don't start that again.

I love you.

I'll never leave you.

You know that.

I expect Ben received you very warmly, didn't he?

Did you get any money out of him?

Tom, please.