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Maria...

Speak American, ah?

How many times I got to remember you?

Papa...

the word is "remind."

That's what I say, no?

Maybe you don't hear so good, eh?

Hey, Lorenzo, how much-a water you bringing today, huh?

Oh, motto, Papa.

We have enough for two, three days.

Good.

I can take a bath tonight.

After the grapes, they have enough water,

then is-a your turn.

Oh.

Buongiomo.

How are you, folks?

Howdy!

Uh, howdy. I, uh...

Uh, gee, I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Oh, no.

My name Giorgio Rossi, American citizen.

Oh. Nice to see you.

Lorenzo Rossi, American citizen.

Hello. How are you?

Maria Rossi, American citizen.

My daughter, Regina, also American...

Papa.

What?

Anyway, we all American here.

And you know who you are?

Yeah. Yeah, I'm Joe Cartwright.

You are first guest, that's-a who you are.

Now come on.

Ma, get him something to eat.

Oh, that... that's-that's awfully kind of you,

Mr. Rossi, but I...

That's very, very kind of you,

but a-all I... all I really wanted was some,

was some water. Water?

No, you no eat the water.

What are you, crazy, something?

You no make a meal from water.

I'm gonna cut you some bread.

Here, make some cheese.

Well, that-that's awfully kind,

but all I'm gonna do is hold you folks up.

"Hold up"?

I gonna kill you if you try.

Oh, no, Papa, he does not mean that kind of a hold-up.

No?

Oh, oh, no.

No, that's-that's not what I meant at all.

No, what-what I meant was

you-you probably have a long way to go.

No, we no go no place.

We're gonna stay right here.

You're gonna stay here?

Well, Si.

We like this place fine, no?

No, th-this is our land.

Eh, that's what I like about America.

Your land,

my land, our land...

I like American talk!

Yeah, I... you don't seem to...

Yeah.

This is Ponderosa land.

Ponderosa.

Ay, that's a beautiful name.

Maybe I call my wine that.

After the grapes grow.

United States Ponderosa Wine Company,

made by Giorgio Rossi, eh?

Buono. Uh, M-Mr. Rossi,

you see, the Pond... Mmm.

...the Ponderosa is a ranch

and my father owns the ranch

and this is part of the land.

I mean, you're on our land

and we-we can't have nesters on our...

Nester?

Who's a nester?

I'm American citizen, 100%.

But come on, I show you my papers,

you don't believe. Well, no...

Look, Mr. Rossi,

I'm-I'm sure your papers are in order.

And-and if you'd like to stay here overnight,

that's perfectly fine.

But you can't just live here, you...

Just a minute.

You think you so smart.

You know the Preamble to the Constitution?

"We the people of

the United States of America..." -Mr. Rossi...

"...in order to form a more perfect union..." -Mr...

Mr. Rossi. Mr. Rossi.

Mr. Rossi, you're trespassing.

You're trespassing.

You know the branches of the government?

Executive, legislature, judicial.

Now, you know it? Mr. Rossi,

this is our land.

You can't farm on it because we own it.

You think you know everything.

I know my rights.

Patrick Henry's-a say,

"When the people want to be free,

sometime they gotta fight."

If you no get off of my land,

sometime is gonna come pretty soon.

This is not your land, it's our land

and you're not gonna farm on it.

Now look, if you'd like to stay here overnight...

I think sometime is-a here.

Now you get on your horse and get off of my land.

Now!

Off of my land.

I'm gonna tell you something.

This... this is our land. Ah!

Calm down. Now you get on your horse

and you get off of my land.

It's not your land!

On your horse.

One minute!

Yes, you go away.

You go away

and don't come back here no more!

You go away!

You supposed to be so smart.

He was gonna hold us up!

Well, it may sound funny to you in the telling,

but there's nothing funny about nesters.

No, you... you remember what happened

over at Jim Bollen's place last year?

Now, they dang near wrecked it.

We don't want the same thing happening here.

Oh, Joe... Oh, come, I'm serious!

There was nothing funny about that blunderbuss

he was waving around in my face, either.

Joe, it seems to me

like you just didn't use enough tact, that's all.

Ha ha. Well, I supposed you would've

handled the whole thing a lot better, huh?

Well, I'll tell you, I couldn't handle it much worse.

Joe, they just got themselves a little mixed up.

Besides, nobody can grow anything on that ground anyhow.

Yeah, you-you want to know how mixed up they are?

Do you want to know how mixed up?

The wine that they're gonna make

they're gonna call "Vino di Ponderosa."

That's how mixed up they are.

Joe, he's just a poor little immigrant fella, Joe.

I'll ride out there tomorrow and reason with him

and handle everything, don't worry about it.

Well, while you're reasoning with him,

you'd better be able to explain the Constitution

and the Bill of Rights.

Joe, look.

I'm a little older'n you are

and I've seen... I know, yes,

you've seen so much more and you've lived

and you know how to handle these things

so much better than I do.

Well, frankly, that's right.

Well, I think I'd better be gettin' to bed.

Fine.

Oh---...

Good night, Pa.

Good night...

Hey, everybody!

Come over here, come on and look.

E hello, huh? Nice?

Oh... "United States Grapes

"Vino di Ponderosa

Giorgio Rossi Proprietario."

Bella, Papa.

And some day, I gonna put "And Son" right over there.

Ah.

You going to be big man, United States Territory Nevada.

Maybe even governor.

Eh, maybe even presidente.

Ma, he cannot be presidente.

He's no born in America.

It says in the Constitution.

Oh, yeah?

And you know this, too?

Ah, Si. Mamma mia.

What this man knows,

you couldn't hold in a book.

Mmm.

Ma, it's because I read in American.

And when you can read, you know, your rights.

Well, come.

We're gonna thank God

for helping us with this land.

In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritu Sancti.

Thank you, dear God,

the Lord of us all,

for help us with this land.

We promise we going to work hard

to make the grape strong and sweet.

You help us all the way from our home

to our new home, here,

where you give us each other to love.

I just, uh, want to ask one more thing.

Help-a all of my family

to learn patience.

And we going to light a special candle

thanking Saint Antonio for help us find this land.

In nomine Patris, et Filii,

et Spiritu Sancti. Amen.

Howdy.

Howdy, partner!

My name is Giorgio Rossi.

Uh, hi, Mr. Rossi, I'm happy to meet you.

I'm Hoss Cartwright. Mm-hmm.

My little brother came out here and talked to you

the other day, do you recall?

Why, no.

Came out here and talked to you about this property,

or tried to.

Ah. Young fellow.

Mouth full of very nice teeth.

Pretty horse.

Yeah, that'd be Little Joe. Yeah, yeah.

He's-a no good.

Now wait a minute...

Come on, don't no feel bad.

My wife, she got a uncle.

He steal a farm from his own sister.

Every family, they got a curse.

No, no, Giorgio, he no steal.

I told you...

Is like this.

Excuse, what is your name?

Uh... Hoss, ma'am.

Oh, Hossmaam.

No, ma'am.

No... I mean, no.

Just Hoss. Hoss.

Well, Hoss, you see, it's like this.

My uncle, he went into Rome, in Italia,

and while he... No, no, no, "Rome, Italia."

Speak American.

"Rome, Italy." Oh...

My wife, she talk pretty good American.

'Course, not so good like me.

You like have a cup of coffee?

No. No, thank you.

What-what I came here for, Mr. Rossi,

was to-to explain some things to you.

To sort of reason some things out, you know.

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah, well, first of all, uh, Mr. Rossi,

you, uh... you just plain mistaken.

You see, this land here is ours.

I-I don't know where that is that you're looking for,

but this ain't it.

And I know you've just made

a plain, honest mistake...

No, we no make a mistake.

You make a mistake.

You know Homestead Act?

I sure do.

Yeah, yeah, the Ponderosa is all homestead.

Where's your dwelling?

Dwelling?

You gotta have a dwelling

for-a people to inhabit.

Oh, yeah. Well, I know what

you're talking about, and we got one.

It's up in the piney woods back north of here.

Well, my dwelling is right over here.

Come on, I'm gonna show you.

Here is a dwelling.

My dwelling.

Well, fine, Mr. Rossi,

but it-it still don't make no difference.

I mean, there just ain't no way

that this land can be yours.

Now, if you stay here,

people are gonna say you're a thief,

and you don't want that, do you?

What's he doing?

He's going to get a gun and kill you.

Oh.

Mr. Rossi, let's do some more talking about this.

First, the pretty-teeth one and now you.

Mr. Rossi... Both thieves,

both trying to steal my land!

You could hurt a man with that thing, Mr. Rossi.

You get on your horse

and you get out of here! Y-You... wait a minute...

Mamma mia!

Come on, everybody, get something!

We're gonna lose the water!

0h!

Lorenzo!

No more fight!

No more!

I reckon all this means

that I'm somethin' less than a decent human being,

but that just ain't so.

Dad-burnit, I came here as nice as I knew how

and your papa just can't understand

that this land belongs to my pa.

You got a piece of paper

what proves that this land belong to you?

Well, no, I ain't, but...

but I reckon my pa has.

Oh. Then the next time you want to talk to me,

you bring you papa.

I no do business with little boys.

Come, my son.

Oh---...

every bruise a badge of courage.

We have just begun to fight!

Ma'am I' , m...

I'm mighty sorry about all that over there. I...

No matter what you might think,

I didn't come out here to start this.

If there's anything I can do to help...

We do not need your help.

Next time, I'm not gonna be so easy on him.

Papa... What?

...suppose he is right, eh?

You think maybe he's right?

Yeah.

Who's telling me we grow the grapes here, eh?

Who's telling me about the homestead law?

It was Lorenzo, Si...

Oh, you be hush up.

Papa, the word you mean is "quiet."

And you be hush up, too!

Why you think he... he's right?

Eh? You some kind of a dumb head?

No, Papa.

I am not a dumb head. Ah.

Then why then you think Hoss right?

Perch é...

well, he just does not seem like a bad man.

Ah.

Ah.!"

He think all bad men, they have a sign, eh?

It says "No trust me, I'm a bad man."

No, no, no.

Oh, I'll tell you, Joe, those...

those people were hungry.

Aw, come on. Is that what the girl told you?

Certainly not.

She didn't tell me that, they...

All you gotta do is...

...look at 'em and you know

that they ain't got enough to eat.

Well, they didn't look so bad off to me.

Matter of fact, that girl looked kind of pretty.

What did you think, Hoss?

Joe, that ain't got nothing to do with it.

Oh.

Well, how do you expect to get rid of 'em

if you're making it so easy for them to stay?

Joe...

you catch a lot more flies with honey

than you do with vinegar.

Hoss, you're right.

You know, you're right.

But we don't want to catch 'em,

we want to get rid of 'em!

All we gotta do is just let 'em know

that we don't mean no harm, that's all.

Oh, yeah, that's good thinking.

Yeah, we'll let 'em stay out there maybe ten, 15 years.

Gradually, they'll get used to the idea.

Then we'll break it to 'em gently.

You know, Pa's gonna be here in a couple of days

and if they're still out there,

you and I are in a lot of trouble.

They ain't gonna still be there, Joe,

but at the same time, I ain't gonna make enemies out of 'em.

Well, the way you're worried about that girl,

seems to me you want to make relatives out of 'em.

Uh, just a minute.

I'm gonna ride along with you.

After all, you-you handle these things so much better than I do,

I-I want to be there so I can learn from you.

Look, you've only been out there one time

and you've already managed to empty the kitchen.

I want to be on hand for your next victory.

Some people just ain't got no faith, that's all.

I know.

Now, Joe, I don't want you

flying off the handle on these folks.

Me?

Look, I'm not the one who got in a fight with them.

Well, that was just a misunderstanding.

As a matter of fact, this whole thing's a misunderstanding,

so don't bring up that homesteading thing

till they've... till they've learned to trust us.

Now come on.

Ah, sons of Cartwright.

Oh---...

Why you come here?

You get off of my land!

Now just hold on a minute, Mr. Rossi.

We-we didn't come here to make no trouble.

0h?

You come and maybe make apologize to Giorgio?

Well, we, uh, we come here to talk friendly.

Oh, that's nice!

You come, sit down. Have-a something to eat.

I-I don't think so... Lorenzo!

Mr. Rossi, I don't think we ought to do that.

Do you, Joe? Oh, we have plenty left.

Oh, we have plenty. Come on.

Sit down, please, Little Joe.

Oh, we-we don't want to take the food out of your mouths.

Yeah. Oh, look,

we have all kinds of food.

Look. You like pasta?

Uh, show 'em what you got in the sack, Santa.

I, uh...

I brung you a little food.

0h!

That's nice!

Ma, people what bring other people food,

they can't be all bad.

Ah... you like, eh?

While you people are eat,

Lorenzo and I, we're gonna go get some water.

Uh... Mr. Rossi,

talkin' about that water...

You know, that's a mighty long haul

for you folks to have to make.

And I just been thinking...

I know this beautiful little piece of land

about ten miles south of here...

Oh, but there is plenty of water right here.

Here?

Si. Si.

Now, look on the tree.

How you think they live?

I tell you.

They push them roots way down deep,

where is the water.

Well, sure, Mr. Rossi,

I know there's many underground rivers

all over this desert, but they're all alkali.

I make 'em pure again, that's all.

Finish your dinner.

What are you looking at me for?

It's very simple.

He's gonna make the water pure again.

What's the matter with you?

Mmm!

That was good.

Sure is.

You know, Regina, that... that papa of yours

is kind of a muley one, ain't he?

Ch, Sf.

He's nice.

That is a funny-looking coffee pot. What is that?

Oh, is caffé espresso.

Italian coffee.

Yeah?

Oh... Italian coffee, huh?

You like?

Mmm...

I N-never tasted anything quite like that.

Oh---...

I think I'll take...

I think I'll take my plate over there.

Uh, here's more dishes.

Oh, grazie.

Can I, can I give you a hand, Mrs. Rossi?

You?

Oh, no, you poor thing.

Poor thing?

Yeah, you-you been sick, eh?

Who, me? No, I'm fine, ma'am.

Oh, you're too skinny.

Too skinny, look... look.

No-no one could even pinch you.

You want some more coffee?

N-No. No, thank you, Regina.

It's-it's fine,

but I sort of like this wine, too.

It's mighty fine.

You, uh, like my cocina Italiana?

Huh?

Italian food.

Oh, yeah.

I love it.

It's delicious and it...

kind of sticks to the ribs, too, don't it?

Italian women are all very good cooks.

Do everything to make a man happy.

From the time we are little girls,

we learn how to sew, to cook...

to bring happiness.

Yeah?

Look, Regina, this may not be none of my business, but...

well, uh...

have you been spoken for?

"Spoken for"?

Not... well, I mean, uh...

have you, uh...

you got a feller you like?

Ch, Sf.

Many.

Lorenzo, Papa, you...

Tonto...

Tonto?

Si.

Who's he?

Fidanzato mio.

Fidanzato?

Si.

What's that?

Oh, he's like, um...

how you would say...

"the trusted one."

Oh. Like a friend.

Oh, well,

everybody's gotta have friends.

I mean... I mean where would we be

if we didn't have a few trusted ones, right?

Si.

You know, wine is much more than just a drink.

Wine is more than just for cooling the tongue.

When you make wine,

you're never alone.

You are partner with the sun

and the earth.

You use God's gift

to ease the burden of man.

Wine is not just one thing-- is-a many.

Now, when two people, they are in love,

there is wine.

When old person sit,

watch the sun set, feel cold?

There is wine.

When a man, he want to be alone,

hear his soul...

there is wine, too.

And when a man makes new friends,

there is also wine.

So I drink to you,

Mr. Hoss Cartwright,

Little Joe.

Salute.

Good luck. Salute.

Giorgio?

What's the matter?

You no can sleep?

I been thinking.

It's a long way from our village.

From the little house where I take you for my bride.

Long way.

I think maybe Giorgio Rossi's make a mistake.

Take your wife, your bambini,

and come to strange country

where nobody's know me.

Nobody cares about the wife,

the bambini, nobody.

What are you talking about, Giorgio?

See, we have-a friends already.

Friends?

Hoss Cartwright, Little Joe, you think...

Why, sure. They're nice boys.

Vero. Nice boys.

But they don't know how I feel,

they don't know what I want.

They don't know in here,

inside, how I feel.

In our village, everybody know how I feel,

what I want, because they want the same things.

You understand.

Eh, sure, I understand,

but now we come to this country.

We-we no can go back.

That's what makes me worry.

What happens if... the grapes, they die?

The grapes no grow? Ooh...

How Giorgio Rossi gonna take care of his family?

Look, you make barrels before.

And... you make barrels again, that's all.

I'd rather die first.

Look. Look, look at these hands.

They the hands of a farmer,

a grower of grapes and not a barrel-maker.

My father...

his grandfather...

and his father, they all grow grapes.

Giorgio Rossi's the only one making barrels.

I think it's very bad for a man

to try to be something he is not.

Giorgio, look.

We gotta the land, eh?

Our land.

We gotta the grapes.

Our grapes.

We pray.

We pray our buon Dio

and the grapes, they will grow.

Don't you worry, Giorgio.

Pray.

Don't you worry.

Everything's going to be all right.

Si.

Our land.

I pray.

Thank you, Quinn.

Hup.

Howdy, Mr. Cartwright.

Howdy.

Hello, Ben.

Oh, hello, Seth.

Glad to see you back. Well, it's good to be back.

You haven't seen my boys, have you?

They're supposed to pick me up.

Well, it could be they're picking grapes.

What?

Oh, you're a sly one.

Importing tenant farmers clear from Italy

and all the time making out you're a cattleman.

Tenant farmers?

You're gettin' old, Seth.

Well, now, there's no need to be insultin'

just because you're on your way to becoming

the Nevada wine king.

What are you talking about?

You mean you really don't know what I'm talking about?

No.

Well, Little Joe'll fill you in.

How you doing, Pa?

Let me... let me take your bag, there.

Never mind the bag.

I understand you've got something to tell me.

Something to tell you? Yeah.

Oh, yeah, sure. You-you look, you look great.

I think it did you a lot of good, gettin' away.

Did it?

Well, the way Seth Hayes was cackling,

I don't know if it did.

Hey, Joe.

Oh, h-how you doing, Bill?

I hear tell you gotta stomp them grapes

to get the juice.

OI' Hoss has sure got the feet for stomping.

Well, I'm gonna do a little stomping in your direction

if you don't shut up.

Now you just hold your tongue.

Now, what's this about grapes?

G rapes? G rapes.

I think I'd better show you.

"Vino di...

"Ponderosa.

Giorgio Rossi, proprietor."

I didn't think you'd be too happy about it.

Oh, that's sort of the understatement of the year.

Ride over there. Vino di Ponderosa.

His Honorness the Pope,

he have such a house

on the lake, uh, Iago Bano.

Ah, it is beautiful.

The lake is blue,

the trees, green.

Right. Now you're gettin' the picture.

All it needs is just to have you go up there and homestead it.

Sounds very good...

Good.

...for somebody else.

The grapes, they grow much better in hot sun.

Hi, Pa. I...

I'm surprised to see you out here.

Yes, I figured you would be.

Yeah, I...

My, you sure have got a nice suntan, Pa,

and it's real becoming on you.

Pa, this is, uh, this is Mr. Rossi.

Mr. Rossi, this is my pa.

Mr. Rossi.

Mr. Cartwright.

Maybe you like to come inside,

have some coffee?

Regina!

No, don't-don't trouble yourself.

What I have to say will take a very short time.

Whatever you have to say, it sound better here.

You see, when two people have something to say to each other,

is more better if one isn't so far down from the other.

Si, Papa.

Mr. Cartwright, may I present my daughter Regina?

How do you do?

Now, Regina, please make some coffee.

Bring inside, eh?

Mr. Cartwright.

Go easy on the coffee.

It's murder.

Now, please.

Now we talk.

Now, look, Mr. Rossi,

what I'm about to say may seem, uh...

blunt to you.

I thank you for the hospitality,

it's been very generous, but...

...this is my land

and I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave.

Your son Hoss, he tell me this your land.

Your other son,

he tell me the same thing,

this your land.

You got a fence?

No.

Uh, you got a sign, like me?

No.

I tell you what you got:

you got big ideas.

You think you big land barone.

Oh, I know lots of people like you in the old country.

You think I take off my hat to you.

I say, "Yes, sir; no, sir."

Well, you think wrong!

This America.

Is no big man, little man.

Is only men!

I... you like to have some coffee now?

No. No, thank you.

You no understand.

You see, I work very hard,

I save money,

I bring my family to America.

They make a big shadow on this land.

Oh, I'm sure they will.

I-I know they will, of course.

But... you see, I-I... I agree with you.

I-I feel exactly the same way as you do

about-about things, but...

but, you see, you-you can't go through life

defying the law

and this is my land.

I know homestead law.

You gotta have habitable dwelling,

you got to work the land.

Come on, what do you think, I'm stupid?

No, of course I don't think you're stupid.

You know, you're not a very good listener.

Oh, I listen very good.

No, but you always come back and say the same thing.

Your land, your land, get off your land!

This my land.

You get off of my land!

All right, now listen to me

and listen real good.

This is my land.

You can't grow grapes on it,

you can't grow anything.

Is that understood?

I'll give you a week to get off.

And now the big land barone give me a week.

When week go by, I'm-a still here,

then what happen?

Then I'm afraid I'll have to move you off.

And I'm afraid I have to fight.

I would consider that very carefully,

if I were you, Mr. Rossi.

Just remember:

the law is on my side.

This is my land

and you are trespassing on it.

But I know the law

and I tell you you're trespassing,

and you get off of my land!

Move over.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Well, there we are, Mrs. Bixby.

It's not gaudy, but it's neat.

Please, mister, how much is this hoe?

Oh, morning, Ben. What can I do for you?

I-I'll wait.

Mr. Rossi was here ahead of me.

Well, if that's the way you want it.

I take this one. $1.50, eh?

That'll be $2.00.

But it says $1.50.

Well, the price just went up.

Take it or leave it.

I leave it.

What's wrong, Papa?

I gotta find another place to buy a hoe.

Howdy, partner.

Hey, Billy.

I wonder if all them "Eye-talian" gals

are as pretty as this one.

Well, I ain't what you'd call an expert,

but, uh, I hear Hoss Cartwright

is gettin' to be real knowledgeable on that subject.

Maybe you could help us out, mister.

She's your daughter, ain't she?

No put your hands on me.

Ain't no call to get feisty.

You foreigners got some strange customs.

What for you call me foreigner?

What should I call you?

I'm an American.

I'm just so good American as you.

Well, now, you know you don't look it.

You take that hat, for instance.

Now, I ask you good folks:

did you ever see such a hat?

Hold him, Billy. Come on. Get him.

Hold it!

Let him go.

What's the matter with you, Billy?

Give Mr. Rossi his hat.

You ain't siding with

this immigrant squatter, Mr. Cartwright?

Clean off that hat

and hand it to him.

I just want everybody to get this straight:

what's between Mr. Rossi and me

is between the two of us and no one else.

I don't need anybody's help

or anybody meddling.

Thank you, Mr. Cartwright.

Yeah.

But... now, I still got to find someplace to buy a hoe.

I just couldn't believe my ears.

I simply could not believe my ears.

Billy Laner, of all people.

Ha.

I remember when his father first came here.

Dutchlander.

Couldn't put two words together

without putting the cart before the horse.

Foreigners.

We're all of us foreigners in one way or another.

Pa, I've been thinking.

That land out there don't mean nothing to us, nohow.

Why don't we just give it to him?

Well, I'd be doing a disservice

to every other landowner in the territory.

It'd be establishing a precedent for-for nesters.

Well, we're not gonna make a habit out of it.

No, that's true,

but what-what would it do to Rossi--

A man like him, a man with his kind of pride--

If he found out that I'd given it to him?

Can't do that.

Pa, there's... still, there's just two ways

you can get rid of something,

and that's either sell it or give it away.

And he can't afford to buy it.

Well, not at the going price, he couldn't.

Hey, Pa...

Yeah, I know. I know.

Why do we have to sell it to him at the going price?

Right. Right.

♪♪

Hello, Hosses.

Howdy, Regina.

Lorenzo.

Hello, Hoss.

Mrs. Rossi.

Is your husband around?

Ay, he's in there.

I think he's not well.

He just sits there and he... he stares.

Oh. ls he hurt?

, he's hurt.

Huh.

You, uh, you think it'd be all right

if I went in there and talked to him a minute?

Mr. Rossi?

Hoss.

Please, come in.

Oh, sit down.

Thank you.

I, uh, I heard what happened with all them yayhoos in town.

I'm sorry.

What... you-you sorry I'm going to leave?

Leave?

I-I lose my shadow.

You know, the-the big shadow

the Rossis, they're gonna make on the land.

You see, I have a dream.

My... here.

Why, I see the grapes, they grow.

They get fat.

The people, they laugh.

They happy, they drink my wine.

Today, I go into town...

and the people, they laugh at me.

They make fun of my clothes.

They throw my hat.

I lose my temper, I fight!

Why?

Why they hate me?

They don't even know me.

You know what, that's just it, Mr. Rossi.

They don't know you.

See, they're ignorant

and that's the way with an ignorant man, he...

he hates anything he don't know or understand.

Let me tell you something.

That dream you had, there wasn't

nothing wrong with it. It's good.

Where would this world be if there wasn't men like you

that had dreams and had-had the guts to make 'em stick?

And you ain't lost your shadow, neither.

You can, you can cast it right here on this land

and me and Pa and Little Joe'll help you.

You...

you want me to stay?

You doggone right stay.

I... I'm wronged.

I think I no have a friend...

I have three good friend.

Cartwright family!

My, is very good of you,

you admit you make mistake about the land.

But, Mr. Rossi, I...

Maria! Maria! Wait, Mr. Rossi, I don't think

you understand. Mr. Rossi...

Ay, set another place.

We're gonna have a guest for dinner.

Lorenzo, come on, we water the grapes!

Mr. Rossi, now, hold on just a minute, dad-burnit.

Hold on to what?

I no even tell them what you say.

Well, that's just it. There ain't nothing to tell 'em.

Now, dad-burnit,

we're misunderstanding one another again.

What I meant to say in there was...

Well...

what I meant to say in there was that we'd...

we'd sell you the land.

Sell?

Sell?

Now the big shock.

The land barone want to take Giorgio's money, eh?

Now, listen, Rossi, if you'll just be reasonable...

Reasonable?

Who's no reasonable? You!

Where's no sign? You!

Where's no papers? You!

Where's a dwelling? Me.

Who planted crops? Me!

And I no buy no land

what belong USA citizen!

Mmm!

Papa...

You don't say nothing.

Pick up a barrel, come on.

We gonna water the grapes.

Uh, Mr. Rossi.

My son Hoss tells me that he talked to you about...

You still think you big land barone, huh?

Don't you know you can't sell what you don't own?

Do you read?

Of course I can read.

Come on in.

Morning, George.

Morning.

George, get me out the plat map

of the Ponderosa, would you, please?

Is seal of United States.

Washington, Lincoln... Yep.

Bill of Rights... Mm-hmm.

This, uh, official, genuine USA office, eh?

Yeah, you can bet on it.

It is. Now look, come here,

I want to show you something. Here.

From here...

'round here...

and there.

Ah.

That's the boundary of the Ponderosa.

Now, see that?

You know what that is?

That's where the grapes are.

That's right?

That's it, mister.

Finite fa commedia.

I gonna get off your land.

Wait.

You know, I've been thinking.

I'd sure like to get rid of that piece of land.

I'd like to sell it.

Hey... how about $100?

One hundred dollars?

I know the value of the land is worth much more.

No, not to me, it isn't.

Giorgio Rossi's no take-a charity from nobody!

I'm not offering charity,

I'm offering to sell a piece of land!

Well, please.

Maybe you think Giorgio Rossi is pazz... uh, uh, crazy.

I don't think you're crazy.

I'd just like to get rid of a worthless piece of land.

You can pay for it

over a long period of time... Don't say no more!

Just say good-bye.

Now hold on there!

Now what are you going to do?

4307 Yeah.

What about, what about the grapes?

They gonna die.

The land go back just the way it was.

And I'm... I'm gonna make barrels.

You're gonna make barrels?

Hey, I make best barrel in the whole world.

You ask anybody.

But I don't like making barrels.

I like making grapes.

It's only way I know how to make money,

outside making grapes.

And so I gonna make barrels.

I practically tried to give him the land.

But would he take it? No.

Huh. I've never seen a man

so prideful and stubborn in my life.

Pa, you're a little bit prideful yourself.

But not stubborn!

Well... well, maybe strong-headed.

I'll tell you one thing,

he sure knows how to work them grapes.

You know that little cuss has got some way figured out

to get all the alkali out of that underground river?

Some kind of a filtering system or something.

And I'll bet you he can make it work.

Where you going?

I gotta try to talk a good farmer

out of being a mediocre barrel-maker.

Mama, don't cry.

There gonna be another time, another place.

Mama...

Now, look, Rossi, you can't do this.

I leave. Don't worry, I leave.

No, wait a minute, wait a minute now.

You're not going anywhere.

What's the matter with you?

You do everything you can to make me leave, I leave!

Now wait a minute.

Can you get the black alkali out of the water?

In Italy, we no have so much water.

We learn to use the water we have.

How? How do you do it?

I need to know!

You need? You need?

Mr. Rossi, I'm a cattleman.

Do you know how many head I could run

over the other side of that ridge if I could water them?

500, 600 head of cattle.

Do you know what that means in dollars and cents?

Always the dollars and cents!

Oh---...

Oh, I see.

Well...

I guess maybe that was another one of those dreams of yours.

I don't know if you could get the black alkali

out of the water after all... Hey, listen.

Giorgio Rossi may be many things,

maybe he's a little foolish, but he's not a liar!

Come on, I show you.

I gonna build one cistern there,

another one over there.

So you'll have a lot of water

with, uh, black alkali in it... Please let me finish!

In the one cistern up,

put a canvas bag full of gypsum.

Water still run downhill, no?

Yeah.

The water run through the canvas bag,

through the gypsum,

and run down to this cistern,

come out Fresca. Pure!

Yeah...

Yeah.

Mr. Rossi,

I'll trade you this section of land

if you'll help me set up this system

in two places.

Now, this isn't charity.

I need it.

You put 'em in writing?

And blood, if you want it that way.

With USA seal?

With all the trimmings.

Eh, buon!

We make business!

0h!

Everything, off with the wagon!

Maria. Thank you, I'm so...

Mr. Cartwright.

You never know how happy you make me.

Oh. Oh, Regina, I know...

I know how much you care about your father.

Ch, Sf, but it is more than that.

My fidanzato arrives tomorrow, and if we had to leave...

Oh, yeah, Hoss told me about that.

Your friend, your trusted one.

Si. Yeah.

And if it were not for you, well...

Oh, it's signore Cartwright.

Howdy, partner. Howdy, partner. Has he arrived yet?

No.

Ah. Mr. Cartwright.

My, that sure is a pretty dress, Regina.

Mm-hmm.

I got to look pretty for Tonto.

Oh, he's gonna be such a big help to Papa.

He knows all about the grape.

You're gonna like him, Hosses.

Dad-burnit, I wish you'd get that down to just one.

Just plain "Hoss."

Well, I don't know, I think you're big enough to be plural.

That's not so.

I like him just the way he is.

Some of us got it and some of us ain't, little brother.

Hey, how you doing? Mama.

Hey, you look beautiful. You look so sweet. How you?

Hey, ho. Lorenzo! Hey!

Hey, you put on a little fat, huh?

Hey! How are you, Papa?

I like-a introduce you...

uh, this Mr. Cartwright.

Mr. Cartwright. This Hoss Cartwright. Hi.

Hoss. Little-a Joe.

Mr. Joe.

Is-a Antonio.

Tonto.

Regina.

Benvenuto.

Como sei bella.

Thank you, Cartwright, Hess and Joe.

Don't worry. You gonna be the first ones

invited to the wedding.

Arrivederci.

So long.

Whew. Well, Hoss, you were right again.

Just like you said.

Some's got it, some ain't.

He's right, Hoss.

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