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Well, what do you think?

It's the Rossi's Ponderosa.

I tried to build him just like yours.

It's not so big and not so grandiose, but it's still a nice house.

Giorgio, it's a fine house. A fine house.

And the clothes, they're not so much Italiano.

Oh, you look like a regular cowpoke.

- That's nice! - Regina, how are you?

- Hi. - Nice to see you.

- How are you? - This is... this is Candy.

Candy, this is Regina.

Well, everybody, come on, sit down, I want you taste the wine.

Good. Good.

I want you all to taste the Vino de Ponderosa,

which I name for my friend Ben Cartwright's ranch.

- With your permission. - Of course. Thank you very much.

I'll drink to that. Vino de Ponderosa, huh?

But I'm not finished.

The second reason I ask you

is to tell you that when I live in Italy,

I work the land, the land is not mine.

The barone, who own the land, he come to me, say, "Giorgio,

someday you gonna be my best man." No...

Giorgio Rossi is nobody else's man.

I think all the time inside.

I think, someday I go to America.

I get my own land.

I think...

That means, "I'm honorary Americano."

I think all the time America.

I dream America.

Then, five years ago today...

- I become American citizen. - Ah!

- Now, you can make applause. - It's a celebration then. Cheers!

- Hear, hear! - I'm still not finished.

To me, the wine is like mirror of America's heart.

I look inside and I see the faces of many friends.

I see much hard work and sorrow,

but I also see the future for the world.

I see freedom for everybody.

And trust.

And now I come to another reason why I ask you here.

Now, I return the trust

which my friend Ben Cartwright give to me

when he lend me money for buy the wine press. Hey.

Is United States money, good at any bank.

Thank you.

Cheers.

Uh, I'm not finished.

And now,

I want to tell you that this is only the beginning for Giorgio Rossi and Son.

We gonna make wine.

Everybody in the whole world gonna know about the Vino di Ponderosa!

- Well, how about that! - Now we can drink, because I finish.

- I sit down. - Good. Cheers!

Giorgio, there's... there's nothing I can add to what you've already said,

except to say that we're all very happy and proud

that you're not only a neighbor, but a friend.

- Cheers. - Drink to that.

I'll drink to that too.

Howdy. My name's Joe Sabin.

I bought the Trainer outfit. My land borders this place.

Why you put a rope on this man? He's no animal.

Ask him.

He not believe this man told me I could drink at spring.

Did you tell him that, Giorgio?

I say he can camp and drink. It's my land and my water.

You won't have it long, Mr. Rossi,

if you let every ragged reservation jumper that comes along dip into it.

What is this reservation jumper?

That's someone who stays away from the reservation.

There's only one man and one horse. How much can they drink?

This one's got a teepee set up. And a squaw and a young 'un moved in.

There's another brave waiting up on the butte,

and he probably wants to move in with a squaw and family.

Still, two families. All right, there's still enough water.

That's not the point.

The point is, these Indians are off the reservation.

Now, you know what that can mean, Mr. Cartwright.

Yes, I know. I'll... I'll explain it to Mr. Rossi.

Nobody have to explain to me. It's my land and my water.

The Indians, they stay on my land.

It's all right, Red Sky, you can go. Go back to your wife and family.

You stay on the land, drink the water!

And you, you no make trouble.

I'm United States citizen, I know my rights.

You know who's going to get off my land? You!

I'll have more of this chicken bolognese.

Hey, Hoss, sei good in Italiano, huh?

I know your eyes fool you, Mrs. Rossi, but there's only one horse.

Oh, he's beautiful!

- You're beautiful too. - Yeah, you're gorgeous.

It make me so mad.

He tie up my friend the Indian like an animal.

Make me lose my appetite. It spoils whole feast. I can't eat!

Did you lose your appetite too?

What happened to the Indian was a bad thing.

- Huh. - Come on, eat, Giorgio.

Oh, I can't.

Huh. Listen to the Indians, how they sing.

Hm. They're very happy, huh?

Makes me very happy too. I gotta sing for you.

Again, thank you so much, and I like the house very much.

Excuse my Giorgio. But you know how he is.

Come on!

- Candy? - Yeah?

Don't stick around too long, make a pest of yourself.

I'll be right along.

- Goodbye. - Good night, Hoss.

Good night, Joe.

He's a nice boy, this Candy. Look how nice they look together.

You know, I think it's time Regina get married.

Oh! What for? What's the hurry?

- Oops. Sorry. - Why?

Well, I...

I don't know.

You talk fine when you talk about horses and cows and Indians.

If you like me, it's no reason to be sorry.

Well, it's just that you're different.

From a horse or a cow?

Yeah, that's for sure.

- Do you know our Italian custom? - No.

We don't take our feelings lightly.

Neither do I, Regina.

It's a big land.

It makes me afraid.

Sometimes, I think I will never get used to the... the bigness,

the cruelty I see here.

Maybe I will never belong to this life.

There is... cruelty here, yes.

Regina, look at the sky.

It's big and black and empty, right?

But there's another way of looking at it.

It can be like a warm blanket on a cold night.

There is gentleness here if you look for it.

Regina, I have to get up early in the morning,

and tomorrow I go see the Indian.

- It is time we go to bed. - Yes, Papa.

Candy, maybe you better go with Papa.

Sometimes he doesn't understand so good.

Sure. I'll go with you, Mr. Rossi. Maybe I can be of some help.

Help? Thank you, I don't need help.

You can come if you like. Thank you.

- Night, Candy. - Good night, Mrs. Rossi.

Regina.

- Going in? - Good night.

His friends, they come visit him, huh?

Oh, no, that's his family.

Oh.

What he say?

Red Sky prays to the great spirit of sea, land and sky.

To send gentle winds and rains that fall softly.

It's beautiful.

Red Sky, is a beautiful prayer.

Is just like a poem.

And don't you worry, I'm your brother, you stay long as you like.

Use the water. You stay on the land.

White brother speaks good words.

His land our land.

That's right. United States big country. Is plenty land for everybody.

Now, what's he say?

He says your kindness will become a legend.

Oh.

What is that?

He's giving you an Indian name.

What he call me?

White Man Who Gave Us the Land.

Red Sky...

Uh, Red Sky, you misunderstand.

You see, when I say you stay on the land,

I mean you use the land.

We use land, you see.

There's nothing to worry about, you see? They just going to use the land.

Mr. Rossi, they don't intend to use the land,

they think you've given it to 'em.

This is seed.

We will plant seeds in land.

Use land to grow food.

Seed. It's a seed.

Is a corn seed.

You know how to plant corn?

- I plant. - Not like Giorgio Rossi.

Giorgio Rossi's a farmer. You see these hands?

Mr. Rossi, they...

These hand are the hand of the farmer.

My father, he's a farmer before me.

And before him, his father was a farmer.

Come, everybody, you come,

Giorgio Rossi gonna show you how to plant corn.

Come on. Come on.

Ah.

First you make a nice deep hole.

Hard dirt.

Then you push him in one seed.

Not too deep, because you push him in too deep, is no grow.

Maybe is rock. It's too high, then it dry out, you know.

Then you make little mound of dirt.

Then you push him in another one over here.

Push him in another one. So on and so on and so on.

You understand? You got question?

Why question?

Indian show white man how to plant corn long time ago.

Uh... si.

Well, I forget.

Please excuse me, but I have to go water the grapes.

I see you later, my brother.

Brother and sisters.

Bye. Bye.

- Giorgio? - Si?

Come to bed.

All right, we talk if you can't sleep.

I... I think about Red Sky.

I think about his family. His people.

How can I tell them to get off the land?

You talk good American. You just say please.

I make mistake.

Now the Indians, they think the land belong to them.

Belong to them? Is the place for the white grapes.

Si.

I can't tell them to get off the land.

I think... I remember when Ben Cartwright,

he say to us we have to get off the land.

I say to him,

I'm American citizen, I know my rights.

United States is a big country, there's plenty land for everybody.

I got a right to stay here!

Red Sky, he's American citizen.

Uh, he's American citizen even before me.

Now, if it's right for Giorgio Rossi, American citizen,

why is it no right for Red Sky, American citizen?

- Illogical, no? - Oh, Giorgio.

In the whole world, there's no one like you.

- Si, Giorgio Rossi's stupido. - No, you smart.

Look, Giorgio, this is a big country.

There's lots of land, lots of other places.

Si.

Why I not think of this before?

Ben Cartwright, mm, he got lots of places.

So, all of a sudden, Mr. Rossi's got urgent business with his grapes,

and away we go!

Imagine trying to teach an American Indian how to plant corn!

The minute he saw this, he clean forgot what he came for.

- Once a farmer, always a farmer. - That's a good one.

- Howdy, Ben Cartwright. - Oh! Hello, Giorgio.

I bring you some wine.

I bring you a message: Regina, she says say hello.

I say something funny?

No. No. Boys, go on back to work, I want to talk to Giorgio.

Nice to see you all again. Hoss.

Hi.

Giorgio, you trying to teach an Indian how to plant corn

is like me trying to teach you how to plant grapes.

- Well, I make a little mistake. - Yes, you did.

You went up there to get Red Sky back to the reservation

and you wound up inviting him to stay.

Well, it's no right just to go in and tell a man he must leave.

- I have to have time to think. - And what did you think?

I... I make a mistake, another mistake.

I forget all about I bring you wine, Vino di Ponderosa, all for you.

We'll have some Vino di Ponderosa a little later.

I want to know what you have been thinking, Giorgio.

Well...

I think that the Indians, maybe they don't have to leave

if they have some land of their own.

- But I only have a little bit of land. - Giorgio... Giorgio.

Even if I give them a little bit of my little piece,

- is still not going to be enough. - Giorgio, I...

But you, you got more land than you can count.

You want me to give them some of my land?

Ben, you been thinking the same thing!

I've been trying to tell you this, and get this through your head.

It isn't what you would like to see happen,

it isn't what I would like to see happen,

it's what the United States government says must happen.

Now, they have signed a treaty with the Indians.

The Indians have had some land given them by the government.

This land is the reservation where they live.

And they must live on that or there can be serious consequences.

What kind of a treaty is this says the people got to go someplace

- where they don't want to go? - This treaty has become a law.

Now, we must obey the law, Giorgio, you will admit to that.

The law, it don't tell me what I got to do with my land!

The man is hungry!

Do you want me to say to him, "I don't want you be hungry over here.

I want you be hungry someplace else!"

Now, Giorgio, of course I agree with you, you know that I do,

it's just that I know what I'm talking about.

Now, the longer you take to get Red Sky to go back to the reservation,

the worse it's going to be for his family, and the more dangerous.

Now, believe me. Now, if you don't want to talk to him,

- I'll be very glad to go... - Why? Why you gotta talk?

I can't talk for myself?

I didn't say that you couldn't talk for yourself.

No, I going to tell you something!

Red Sky make me his brother.

Nobody tell Giorgio Rossi his brother going to go,

is going to stay, except Giorgio Rossi!

- Where's Lorenzo and Regina? - They're coming.

Don't hit the wall with the chair.

When we're going to have a meeting is very important everybody's on time.

In fact, it's very un-American to be late.

You hit the wall.

Ah. Sit down. We're going to have an exercise in democracy.

- Papa, I... - Sit.

Now, in a democracy, the biggest number's always right.

So we're gonna have a meeting. First you talk. Then I talk.

Then we vote.

Don't hit the wall.

Now, Ben Cartwright, he's a very good friend, huh?

He's also very smart man.

He says that we should send the Indians back to the reservation.

I say we should let them stay.

Just a few weeks maybe?

You're the father. We do what you say.

But is not American way!

First we talk, then we vote.

- Candy says that he... - Candy says?

Hey, who care what Candy say? He's no member of family.

I think maybe you can't make up your mind because you...

I can't make up my mind? Eh, I make up my mind very good.

Huh! How you think I raise a family? Can't make up my mind.

You ever raise a family?

All right, Regina, now you talk.

- You don't listen! - Who don't listen?

Eh, I listen very good! I just no like to listen to what Candy says!

Number one, you're going to tell the Indians to go, no?

Si.

Well, you put it off. So they think they can stay, no?

Si.

Candy says that you shouldn't put it off.

Again with "Candy says?"

How many times I tell you I don't want to hear what Candy says no more.

You want us to say what we think, but only if we think the way you do!

You never let us finish talking! You stop Lorenzo, you stop me!

Eh! Eh! You don't talk like that to your papa.

No, no, no, let her talk, that's the American way.

I just want I remember what she say.

I no want to hear no more about what Candy says.

And one more thing, you still not too big for me

put you over my knee upside down!

Oh, come on, please, Papa.

No, no, no! I just no like to hear her say her Papa's a tyrant.

Maybe you like this Candy too much, huh?

Maybe you like to have him take care of you,

put a roof over your head, take care of you when you sick?

Regina!

Regina!

Regina!

He's really a fine figure of a man, isn't he, Hoss?

Yeah. Yeah, he is. He's... he's just rugged enough to keep from being pretty.

Have your fun, boys. I'm having mine.

Candy, I know you appreciate the fact that Regina's something very special.

I'm just paying a call on the girl, Mr. Cartwright, I'm not courting her.

Ah, yeah, but that's just the way it starts out.

You get over there and you get to looking in them big brown eyes,

and then... the trap springs.

- Regina! What's wrong? - Oh, everything is wrong.

I don't even have house anymore, he hates me. He hates you too.

- Like I'm five years old he treats me. - Well, no more!

- I won't go back. I won't. - Well, simmer down now, Regina.

- Let's sort this out. - You hate me also!

Regina, nobody hates you.

Oh, Candy. You love me, Candy, only you.

I work for you, I scrub the floors, I cook, I sew, anything.

Maybe in the beginning we don't have so much.

Yeah, but...

Oh, look, Hoss, he's speechless with joy.

- Yeah. - Other young married people

have less to start. Isn't it so, Mr. Cartwright?

Well, Regina, I think before people get married,

they should get to know each other quite well.

And marriage isn't based on economic problems...

- But I love Candy very much. - You do?

Of course I do.

We love each other.

Um... Regina.

Uh, Regina, look, dear, why don't we...

Why don't you stay here overnight

and then we can talk about this sensibly in the morning, huh?

Come on. Run along.

That's it.

Well, I must say, Hoss, that the boy has a lot more charm

- than we ever gave him credit for. - Yeah, and all wasted.

- Very funny. Very funny. - Hey.

You know that little cave up on the hill where we used to play?

- Yeah. Yeah. - You know, with a feminine touch,

- that could be awfully homey. - It's just not funny anymore.

It's just not funny!

All right. All right.

Now, Joseph, I want you to ride over to the Rossis'

and tell them that Regina's here. They're probably worried about her.

And tell them that we'll look after her real good until the smoke clears.

- Right. - Hey, you know, Candy,

maybe you oughta run up there and kinda calm her down a little bit.

Hoss, you think you might make some coffee for all of us?

Yes, sir. And a whole bottle of brook shampoo. Mm!

That's far enough, Indian.

Hello in the house!

Why you do that? You always put Indian on a rope.

Your Indian?

It's a good a way as any to get him here.

It's my Indian, si. He live on my land.

But you still no tell me why you have to always tie Indian up with rope.

Don't think I could have got him here any other way... alive.

You see, I caught him killing one of my steers.

I no believe.

- Ask him. - Is it true? Did you kill a steer?

Hungry. Squaw hungry.

- Maria. - Giorgio.

I've been through this, Mr. Rossi, back in the Dakota Territory.

Indians moved in, more Indians followed.

They had to steal to eat.

And that started the fighting.

Bad fighting, Mr. Rossi.

People were killed on both sides. I don't want that to happen here.

We're kind of responsible, Mr. Sabin.

We will pay for the steer if the Indian can have it.

That's a good thought, son.

Wait. Wait a minute.

I'm the father. I make the bargains here.

How much do you want for your steer, Mr. Sabin?

$25?

That's a fair price, Papa.

I decide the fair price. I make the money. I spend the money.

- You spend your own money. - I have no money.

Get your women down there. Take home that beef.

Go on.

Tell you what, Mr. Rossi, I'll split the price with you.

Split the price? What do you think, I'm a poor man? Huh?

You think I can't afford Indians? Huh?

Hey.

How much for the next one, Mr. Sabin?

No price for the next one, son.

Oh, you mean the next one, she's for free, huh?

If there is another one,

I'll do what every man has to do when his property is threatened.

- Oh? - I'll fight.

Papa!

- What's on your mind? - Mr. Sabin is right.

Oh, Mr. Sabin is right,

- but Papa's wrong, huh? - This time yes!

Now, can't you get it through your head you are wrong!

Mr. Sabin is trying to explain to you, the Indians can't help it!

Now, if they don't go back to that reservation they're gonna cause trouble!

- Mr. Sabin, he cause trouble! - The Indians are hungry!

- Now, you've got to tell them to go! - I got to?

- Go where they can find food! - What kind of a son always tells

- his papa what to do? - That's right, yell, hit me.

No, Giorgio!

Arrivederci!

Lorenzo, no, don't!

Mm...

It's a question of balance. Only women know these things.

Uh, that chair belongs there, yes.

No.

Turn the table just a little.

There. There, that's it. That's it.

Now, you see?

See what a difference a woman's touch can make?

Oh, we'll have a beautiful home, Candy.

I'll get the door.

That is, if it hasn't been moved.

Mr. Cartwright, I have come to work for you.

Lorenzo!

Regina!

- Mm! - It is good, Lorenzo.

When Candy and I are married and we have a house,

you can come and live with us, yes?

Maria, what are you doing with the clothes?

What it looks like, don't you see?

Your children's clothes. Children who don't live here no more.

You want them to go without clean clothes

just because they don't live here no more? Huh?

I teach my children to be clean. So I send them clean clothes.

- But they gonna come back. - Oh, yeah? When?

Show me. Look out the window. You see them coming back?

No. They don't coming back.

Because their father sent my children away.

- Howdy. - Mr. Rossi?

- Si, Giorgio Rossi. - My name is Sam Kettle.

- I'd like to talk to you. - Mr. Kettle, please come in.

May I present my wife, Mrs. Maria Rossi, Mr. Sam Kettle.

- How do you, Mr. Kettle? - Mrs. Rossi.

Mr. Kettle, what I can I do for you? You like to buy some wine?

No. I'm here about Indians.

- Indians? - Yes.

I'm the government land manager and Indian agent.

And I've just learned that you have Indians on your land.

Si. I have Indians on my land.

Did you give them the land?

No. No. I no give them. I just let them stay.

Oh. That's good.

You see, the government has a treaty with these Indians,

and they're not supposed to leave their reservation.

But they will leave it

if anybody gives them property outside of their reservation.

I'm sick and tired, Mr. Kettle.

Everybody's telling me what to do with my land!

The Indians, they have the right to stay on the land! And now you leave!

Mr. Rossi, it's the law.

I didn't make the law, but it's part of my job to enforce it.

Is a bad law. Change him!

Mr. Rossi, the federal troops will move in and take them off

unless you send them back.

Mr. Kettle, the Indians are gonna stay on the land. Goodbye!

Giorgio, why you be like that? Why you don't listen to the man?

Why you so hotheaded? Listen to the other people, too, sometimes.

Giorgio!

Huh?

Hey! Hey!

Look, you Indian. One of your Indians, she's stealing my chicken.

- Ah, what's one chicken? - One chicken?

A Plymouth Barred Rock.

I send by stagecoach for the eggs.

I hatch the eggs with a lamp. I raise the little chicks.

She's a little girl.

Her family, they're hungry, huh?

No, it's not just the chickens, it's my children too!

Lorenzo, Regina! They're gone! I can't live like this!

- Why? You. - Me?

Ha!

All right, Giorgio, you speak English, huh?

Why always everybody tell you what to do, huh?

House, you want to tell me what to do?

I decide what to do about the Indians, huh?

I decide what's right and wrong!

Lorenzo. This the way I raise my son.

You tell your papa what to do.

You talk back at your papa.

Regina. She beautiful girl.

Why you always have to tell me, "Candy say this, Candy say that?"

Don't you know your papa love you?

In Italian family, they raised to respect the papa.

Why you no can do that?

Maria.

Been a good husband, huh?

Don't I build you beautiful house?

What I do wrong?

Don't I buy you food?

Don't I make nice...

What I gonna do?

A little food is gonna taste good, Pa.

- I wonder what Hop Sing's got ready. - Mm!

Smells pretty good.

Mr. Cartwright, we're gonna have a nice meal tonight.

- I make it myself. - Today I make chicken with...

- Just like you like it. - One at a time! Hold it!

This man is no cook.

Now, what does he know about Chicken alla Cacciatora?

Or how to make a nice spaghetti with...?

And the kitchen is no place for a man. It's a woman's place.

But Mr. Cartwright, she come into my kitchen.

She taste this, she say no good. She taste that, she say no good.

All the time come into my kitchen. I quit!

I quit!

Well, Pa, it looks like you got a little bit of a diplomatic problem

on your hands, don't it?

I sure hope the plan I have in mind works out.

If it does, this'll work out too.

Yeah, well, in the meantime, what'll we eat?

Sweet and sour pizza.

Giorgio Rossi, you're just like a woman. You can't make up your mind.

Eh, eh, eh.

You better do something about it. You gotta do something now.

You gotta do something right now.

- I came as soon as I got your note. - Sorry it took so long.

Well, government red tape, what do you expect?

Well, no harm's been done.

Rossi's Indians haven't got into any real bad trouble.

Now, thanks to you, I can put them where they belong.

- Oh. Are you free to go? - Yes, as soon as you can get there.

Ha!

Whoa!

- Good day, my brother. - Good day.

Giorgio Rossi's come to tell you that he make up his mind.

I give you this land. I want you to use it.

I'm American citizen.

I can give to another American citizen. I know my rights. Is a free country.

What is going on here?

We move. Go toward sun.

Why? I bring you food. You no have to steal no more.

And when you eat them up, you let me know, I bring you more.

But I want you stay on the land. I help you.

I help you plant grapes if you want.

I help you plant more corn. Please, you stay.

Land no much good for corn.

Oh, now I see what's going on.

Oh, Ben Cartwright, you come on my land, huh?

You tell my Indians they have to go back to the reservation?

- The reservation is like jail! - Now, Giorgio, hold on, now.

They're not going back to the same reservation.

Not to the same? What you mean?

Well... well, Sam Kettle and I have persuaded the... the Land Bureau

that they should add another parcel of land to the reservation.

A new piece of government land. The Crow Lake area.

That way they'll have the whole lake, all that bottomland,

and, well, plenty of fresh water and sweet grass and all that good game.

I know land. Good place.

We like to live there. We stay.

Don't come here again.

- This is true? - Yeah.

God bless you.

Take the food, Red Sky.

Thank you. Thank you.

Mm...

And now, I have an announcement to make about my daughter Regina.

- Oh, no! No, Papa. - No? Why not?

- I change my mind. - Again?

Ah, three times you change your mind.

What's the matter?

Candy's a good man, but not like Italian boy.

I'd better wait for Italian.

Now, I want to thank my friend, Ben Cartwright,

for what he do for my Indians.

And what he do for me.

Giorgio Rossi always get in a fix, and Ben Cartwright, he get him out.

I want to tell you, from now on, Giorgio Rossi's a changed man.

No more fixes.

For this I drink to myself.

Well, in that case, I would like to say something.

I would like to drink to Giorgio Rossi,

but Giorgio Rossi must remain always as he is.

- Hear, hear. - Hear, hear!

Chicken Cacciatore!

- Molto buono! - Molto buono!

Hey!

But he no look Italian.