All language subtitles for Bonanza.S03E20.DVDRiP.XViD-NODLABS_prob3

Oh, boy, what a mess.

Now, look, let's not have
any more argument about this.

Since Hop Sing has been away,

this place has been
turned into a pig sty.

Now, one of you
is going to stay here

and get this place
back into shape again.

Who's it gonna be?

Pa, it ought to be
Adam or Little Joe.

You know I ain't no good
at this housekeeping.

Neither am I, Pa.

Neither am I.
I agree with Hoss.

It ought to be Joe.

Yeah, well, why always me
and not you or Hoss?

All right,
let's stop the haggling.

We'll decide who it'll be
by the usual fair method.

I want to choose my match.

I'm tired of getting beat.

Go ahead.

All right.

You ready?

Ready.

Put 'em together.

It'll take about two days
to get that bull

back up here
from the railway siding.

By the time we get back,

I expect the loser to have this
house clean as a whistle.

The whole house.

Understood?

Ow! Dad gum it!

Clean as a whistle.

The whole house.

Let's get ready, boys.

Aw, that dad-burn Little Joe
ain't... fixed that thing.

Dad-gum rock!

You were supposed to get
a pick and chop that thing off.

Lazy little scoundrel.

Pa'll tear him up when...

Dad-gum...

Dad blame it!

Confound that blasted...

Where's that...
where's that rope?

You owe me...

Hoss! Hoss?

Hey... clean as a whistle.

I didn't think
Hoss had it in him.

Look, I'm beat, Pa.
I'm gonna go to bed.

Yeah.

Well, if the kitchen
is this clean,

I'll have to admit Hoss
is a real great housekeeper.

Let's go see.

This is the cleanest
this kitchen's ever been.

That Hoss is not only
a first-rate housekeeper,

he's a first-rate cook.

This is a better stew
than Hop Sing ever dished up.

Oh, yeah?

Hey, Pa!

Pa, come quick! Upstairs!

Come on! Hurry!

Know who she is, Pa?

No.

She must be the one.

Hmm?

That cleaned the house
and made that stew.

But why would she want to
do a thing like that?

Shh! Shh!

Don't wake her up.

She must be tired
from doing all that work.

Well, Hoss can tell us
who she is.

Yeah, he may be in town all day.

Hey, Pa...

Hey, maybe something
in that satchel

will tell us who she is.

I-I don't want to
go in the satchel.

Well, why not?

No telling how long
Hoss might be away.

It wouldn't be right.

Oh, go ahead and look
in the satchel.

Go on.

For shame, man!

For shame!

What a black-hearted
scoundrel you are!

A man who would rob a poor
old woman in her sleep

is capable of anything!

And how dare you
come into this house

with mud all over you!

Yah-hah! Oh, ma'am,
would you please stop

for just one moment?

I'm Ben Cartwright,
these are my sons,

and we're in this house
because we... we live here.

Yeah, and-and seeing as we
didn't know who you were, ma'am,

we-we thought we'd look in
your little satchel there

and see if we could find out
who you... were.

You have tongues, haven't you?

All you had to do was to ask

and I'd tell you
that I'm Nellie Lynch!

Did you find him, Hoss?

Uh... no ma'am, I didn't,
Mrs. Lynch.

I'm sorry.

Oh.

Eh, just a minute, young man.

Danny always was
an easygoing soul,

and I know he lets you brutes
get away with murder.

But you're toeing the mark
as long as I'm staying here,

and don't you ever
come in this house again

looking the way you are,

or you've seen your last day
on me son's ranch.

Your son's ranch...?

That's what I said.

Mrs. Lynch...

your son must be Danny Lynch.

Of course it's Danny Lynch!

Now, who else would I be coming
all the way from Ireland

to see one more time before
I die, but my son Danny?

Mrs. Lynch, I think there's
something you ought to know...

Oh, stop talking so much.

It's not the likes of you
I come out here to see,

so stop standing there,
and go fetch me Danny!

Git!

Go, go, go, go...

Pa, I been looking
all over the place for you.

I wanted to tell you
about Mrs. Lynch--

I know all about Mrs. Lynch.

Why didn't you tell her
the truth?

Pa, that little ol' woman

came all the way from Ireland
and... thinking that...

Well...

Pa, I just couldn't
break her heart.

Hoss, you should've
told her the truth.

Pa, if it hadn't been
for that little old lady,

I'd have "drownded,"
right out there in that well

before you got back.

Drowned?!

Yes, sir.

I fell in the well.

Dad-burn it! It ain't funny!

Pa, that little ol' woman
saved my life.

N-Now, look, Hoss, you've gotta
be sensible about this.

We've got a lot of men
working around here,

and sooner or later,

somebody's gonna let the cat
out of the bag!

Shh!

Well, you're not doing her
a kindness

by letting her believe a lie.

And what's stopping you from
going right back in the house

now, and telling her the truth?

Well, I...

Well, she oughtn't to hear
the truth from a stranger.

She's gonna hear it from the man
who started this whole thing.

Come on.

All right, Danny.

If you gentlemen have come
to pay me a visit,

I hope you brought
your own bottle of whisky,

because I don't have a drink
left in the house.

On your feet, now.

Mr. Cartwright here paid your
fine; you're free to go.

Now, just a moment, Danny.

There's something fishy here.

Beware of strangers
bearing gifts.

And don't forget
we'll be out of here tomorrow.

Yeah, you're right, Howie.

You never did care much about
the likes of Danny Lynch,

Mr. Cartwright,

so I don't think you'd
do me a favor

without some strings attached.

There are no strings, Danny.

I'd just like you to come out
to the Ponderosa.

Hah! No strings, he says.

Lock the door, Sheriff,

and give him back his money.

I'd rather rot
in this spot where I lie

than work me indebtedness out
on the Ponderosa

like a slave in bondage.

I reject your offer, sir,
and bid you good day.

I doubt that the Devil himself

could get an honest day's work
out of you,

so I certainly wouldn't be
wasting my time trying to,

I just thought you'd like
to see your mother.

Oh, that I would, that I would.

But even if I had
the eyes of an eagle,

I couldn't see
all the way to Ireland.

Oh, Howie, I got a letter from
me mother a week ago,

and he's telling me...

Your mother is not in Ireland,
she's at the Ponderosa.

Me mother is here?

In Nevada?

That's what I said.

I can't believe
she's really here.

I just can't believe it.

We can't believe that you're the
owner of the Ponderosa, either.

Tell me, how'd she take it when
she found out all the things

that I wrote in my letters
were lies?

Well, we, uh,
we didn't tell her, Danny.

We thought you'd like
to do that yourself.

Poor Dobby.

Poor Dob.

Come on, Danny.

And my regards to your dear
old mother, there, Danny.

And have one for me!

So, Pa, that's why I sent
Little Joe out in

the buggy with her.

What's it gonna hurt, Pa...?

I said no, and that's
exactly what I meant, no.

Now, look, Hoss, I-I know
you're grateful to her,

and you have a nice soft heart,

but you don't have a soft head,
and neither do I.

I told you this before.
Sooner or later,

Mrs. Lynch has got to find out
about him.

But no, she don't, Pa!
That's just the point!

She ain't gonna be here
but a couple of weeks.

Now what's it gonna hurt
if we play like her son is

the owner of the Ponderosa?

Pa, I can put up with Danny
for a couple of weeks

a lot easier than I can break
that poor old lady's heart.

Oh, God bless you, Hoss,
you got the heart of a saint.

You keep out of this.

Pa, you-you just
got to stop thinking

about how you feel about Danny,

and think about that poor
old lady.

She came all the way over here
from Ireland, Pa,

and it just wouldn't be fair.

Hoss, would you stop
being ridiculous?!

You're not gonna change my mind.

And neither are you.

Well, Danny, at least we can
get you cleaned up.

Why don't you come on in
the kitchen with me, huh?

Stubborn Danny...

Danny!

Never mind getting cleaned up.

It's too late for that.
She's here.

'Tis a lovely place
my Danny boy has.

Oh, a lovely place.

That it is, ma'am.

Danny?

Dobby?

On, Danny!

It's the first time I've been
called Dobby

since the day you left Ireland!

Dobby! Oh, Dobby!
Oh, sweet Dobby!

I can't believe my eyes!

4T5 my Dobby! on!
"oh. Danny! Oh!

God love ya! Oh, thank ya.

Danny, oh, I've been so lonely!

I'm so happy! Oh!

I love ya!

I thought Danny would be
all shaven

and have one of Pa's suits on
by now? What happened?

Oh, dad-burn it,
nothing happened.

You mean,
he wouldn't go for it? No.

We tried to talk him into it,
but solid as a rock.

Oh, Danny!

Oh, I've been so lonely!
Oh, Danny!

Danny, oh!
Oh, God love ya!

You know, I think the rock
just might melt?

Two weeks.

No more! Two weeks!

Danny Lynch,
just look at ya now.

Faith and only a mother
could love ya.

You're a sight to behold.

You're right, Mrs. Lynch.

He don't look much like the
owner of the Ponderosa, does he?

But now that you're here,

maybe he'll start sprucing up
a little bit

instead of looking like one
of us cowhands.

Well... tell me now, Dobby,

did you come all the way over
here to see my trousseau

or was it your Danny boy
you really come to see?

Tell me, Dobby!

Oh, Danny, you devil,

you know,
I don't have to tell you.

May I?
Certainly.

I haven't tasted
a fine Irish stew like that

since the day I left my home.

My mother's a fine cook,
isn't she, fellas?

Oh, yeah. She sure is.
She is.

There's only one way to top off
a meal like that...

it's a spot of good brandy.

Ben, Ben, you know where
I keep my bottle,

get it for me,
will you, please?

I'll get it for you, Pa.

You just stay right there,
Little Joe.

I'm gonna
get this brandy myself.

You enjoy a spot of brandy,
don't you, Dobby?

No, I don't.

Well, I take a wee spot now
and then for medicinal purposes

only because my doctor
recommends it.

He says it's good to keep
my old blood circulating.

Then you have
a very wise doctor.

My father always told me, "Watch
out for a man who doesn't drink.

"And if you run into an
Irishman that doesn't drink,

stay away from him like you'd
stay away from the plague."

But remember, it was the whisky
that done him in

long before his time.
God rest his poor soul.

Ah, come on, Dobby,

you and I both know
that he was drowned

while fishing in the Irish Sea
off Ballriggan.

Well, if he wasn't drunk,

he wouldn't have fallen out
of his dory.

Oh, thank you, Ben.

Oh, no, no, no, not for me.

Oh---...

Ben, you know I always like to
do the honors with my own hands.

Oh, that's enough for me.

Well, seeing this is a special
occasion, Ben,

I don't mind if you and the boys
join me in a spot of brandy.

A little spot of brandy?

No, thanks, boss.
No, no, thanks.

This is a very special
occasion, Danny,

and I really didn't mean
to spoil it by reminding you

of how your father left
this world.

I don't have
to worry about you, Danny.

Any man that could build
an empire like the Ponderosa

would never let the whisky
ruin his life.

Forgive me, son.

There's nothing to forgive.

And seeing that we're together,

well, it's just nothing to do
but celebrate...

Danny!

Danny?!

You got to get up now!

Danny boy, don't you hear
your old mother?

The sun's been up for hours,

and here you're sleeping
your life away!

Get up!

Oh, good...

Good morning, Dobby.
And how are you this fine day?

Never mind how I am.

You just, you get down here.

Remember, you have to do
something for me today.

Ben. Ben!

Leave your horse saddled.
I want to use it.

No, Pa, wait.

He hasn't been up a single day
before noon

since he's been here.

Well, at least that way
you'll see less of him, Pa.

0h!

Pa, he ain't much like
his ma, is he?

I don't see how
a woman her age does it, Pa.

She's up every morning
fixing breakfast,

and then after that, she's
working all day like a slave.

You know,
that Nellie Lynch is a...

she's a remarkable woman.

I have a great deal
of respect for her.

I wouldn't mind it if she spent
the rest of her days

right here on the Ponderosa.

But how a wonderful woman
like her

could mother a, a useless,
shiftless, worthless,

lazy parasite like that,
that son of hers.

Well, it's just beyond
my understanding.

Danny!

Where did you get
all the money?

It's my passage money, Danny.

I paid my passage here,
and I'm paying my passage home.

Now what kind of a son owning
a grand ranch like the Ponderosa

would permit his poor mother

to buy her own passage
back to Ireland?

Well, not your Danny boy.
Here, you take it back

and I'll buy your passage
myself.

I accept charity from no one,
not even you, Danny,

not even if you owned every foot
of ground in America.

So stop arguing with me
and put it in your pocket

and go to town and make all
the arrangements.

You have no right to be so proud
and independent.

Ah, keep the money
and save your breath.

Ah, yours, eh, Danny?
Ah, he's the finest.

Now go along with you

and purchase my passage
back to Ireland.

♪♪

Hello, Mr. Ramsey.

Oh, hello, Danny.

Well, what can
I do for you, Danny?

Well, I'd like to buy
passage for Ireland.

Oh, for you, Danny?

No, it's for my mother.

Oh, well, now let me find out
about the ships here.

Well, let's see. We have a...

You say to Ireland?
Yeah.

There's a ship leaving
New Orleans-- the Kilkennan--

The last of the month.

I can't accept the passage money
for the Kilkennan.

Your mother will have to pay
for that in New Orleans

when she gets there.

You could just leave
ten dollars with me.

It'll more than cover the cost
of telegraphing to New Orleans,

and then you can pay for
the stagecoach ticket,

our stagecoach ticket,
any time you want.

Before she leaves, of course.

Well, thank you, Mr. Ramsey.

It's a pleasure
doing business with you.

And it's a very bright
young man you are.

Thank you, Danny.

Never saw you
so prosperous, Danny.

Your luck sure must've changed
since the last time I saw you.

My, my, this coat
sure has a rich feeling.

I'll bet you could sell--

Now, it ain't for sale,
so quit fingering it.

Well, Danny, I'm flat busted.

I couldn't buy it if it was.

I haven't even the price
of a glass of whisky.

Well, I better be on me way.

It's good
seeing you again, Howie.

Well, Danny...

when the cards was turnin'
right for me,

did I ever
turn my back on you?

No, you didn't, Howie.

And wouldn't turn me back on you

but I'm not
as prosperous as I look.

Oh, but Danny, the--

No, that is
not my money, Howie.

I'm not lying to you.

It is not my money.

But Danny,
it's got purchasin' power,

no matter whose money it is.

Please, Danny, I'm pleading
with you; I'll beg with you;

I'll get on my knees...

Oh, now, stop it, Howie!
Stop it!

Well... you never deserted me
when I was down and out

and I will not desert you.

I'll buy you one stiff drink
and a good meal

and that's all.

Danny, that's all
I can ask of you.

Hey, come on, Danny.
Come on.

I'm thirsty and hungry.

Come on.

Come on, Danny.
Come on.

That's Pa's horse, all right.

Maybe we can talk him into
staying in town at the hotel

till Mrs. Lynch leaves.

Well, are you
in or out, Mr. Lynch?

I'm in.

Give me three.

Do you suppose Pa
was so fed up with Danny

that he was willing to give him
money to gamble with

just to get rid of him?

Adam, Little Joe.

How's that fine new hull
of yours?

Good.

I'm, uh, still offering 500.

That's a fair price,
Mr. Higgins.

We get ready to sell him,
we'll let you know.

Well, I'm out.

Well, how about you, Mr. Lynch?

Oh---...

I'll bet... um...

There.

I'm sure I'm foolish,
but I'll call you.

All I've got is two pair--
sevens and sixes.

What have you got, Mr. Lynch?

All he's got is a pair of aces.

How much has he lost so far?

That's about $250.

I'm dealing you out
this time, Danny.

Why?

Because you haven't
got any money.

Well, isn't my credit good?

Not with me, it isn't.

Ah, if you can't get credit with
men that know you, Mr. Lynch,

you can't expect
to get it from me.

How about you, Mr. Higgins?

I'm sorry, Danny.

I'm broke.

But I just heard you offer
500 for a bull.

Adam, I heard him...
Let's... let's go, Danny.

There you go. Come on.

Are you sure you didn't give him
the money?

I swear it, Pa.

Well, where did he get it?

I don't know.

I'm no good, Hoss.

No good at all.

Danny, you ain't gonna
get no argument from Pa

on that subject.

I'm no good.

Danny, you done said that once.

Now hush up,
before you wake up your ma.

You don't want her
to come down here

and see you
in this condition, do you?

Come on.

Good morning, Dobby.

Good morning!

So there you are, Danny boy.

Ha! Do you know
it's almost time for lunch?

Eh, that I do, that I do.

But I been doing
a lot of thinking.

Takes an awful lot of thinking
to run a ranch...

...and, you know, there's
nothing like lying in bed

for clearing the head.

And it's lucky you are
in having the Cartwrights

for working
while you do the thinking.

It certainly
gives them an appetite.

Dobby, you been
working too hard.

I think I'll send
for the cook, Hop Sing,

and have him come back
from San Francisco.

You'll do no such thing.

With a name like that,
he could poison all of us.

Besides, I like the cooking.

Haven't I been doing it for
years, back in Ireland?

Now, did you make
all the arrangements

for me goin' back home, Danny?

Well, I... I... took that long
trip to town, didn't I?

Ah, Danny,

I wish I could take you
with me...

but I know your roots
are here in America now.

Dobby...

I'm going back into town

and cancel all the arrangements
for your trip back home.

In heaven's name, why?

Because you're never going back!

You're staying right here
with me.

I need you, Dobby.

Oh, I wish I could be with you
always, Danny.

But I couldn't.
Why not?

Until I left Ireland
to visit you,

I'd never been further from
Dunboyne was Ballriggan.

No, I'd never rest easy
buried in a foreign soil.

Uh, you know that, Danny.

Sure, Dobby.

That I do--

I thought I told you boys to
take this bull out to the herd.

You also had us
out mending fences.

We can't be two places at once.

I see the Cartwrights
are coming for lunch.

I think I'll mosey along.

Oh, but why, Danny?

You haven't eaten.

Well, I... I...

I gotta check up
on their work, you know?

It's not all manual labor
running a ranch.

It's thinking, Dobby.
It's thinking.

Good-bye.

Get your rope, Joe.
Yeah.

Come on...

Hey, Pa, he's gone.

Are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

Higgins.

And Danny heard
that offer of $500.

I'll go with you, Hoss.

Hello, Danny.

Hello, Mr. Higgins.

Quite a chore you got, huh?

Yeah, that's a heap of wood.

Say, if you'd like to finish
sawing that,

and stack it over in that pile,

I'll be glad to give you $25.

No, thank you, Mr. Higgins.

Well, I can't say
as I blame you.

What are you doing with
Ben Cartwright's bull?

Uh, well, um...

Ben has a lot of bulls,

uh, so he decided
to sell this one to you.

He asked me
to bring it over to you.

Is he still asking
the same price?

Five hundred.

Yeah...

I sure would
like to buy that bull, Danny.

I surely would.

Well, what's stopping you
from owning him?

Ben.

But I just told you--

I'd be willing
to go even higher than the 500

but before
we can close any deal,

I'd better hear what Ben says.

Hello, Ben.

John.

Uh, Ben, I-I...

Now get up on your horse.

So long, John.

So long, Ben.

Maybe I ought to get you
a drink, Danny?

No, it's too late for that.

It's all gone.

What are you gentlemen doing
home at this time of day?

Isn't there any work to be done?

Dobby, I hate to see you working
your fingers to the bone,

darning me socks.

Oh, I've darned your socks
before, Danny.

And your father's, too.

What is it, Danny?

Well, those are not my socks,
they're Ben's...

and every stitch of clothes
I have on are Ben's.

Even me shoes are his.

Well, what do you mean?
Why...?

Nah, nah, I'd rather die than
this, do this to you, Dobby.

But, nah-nah-nah,
don't say a word, just listen,

and when I'm finished...

you won't even want to look

or ever see your fancy
Danny boy again.

Aw...
Now, listen, please.

The Cartwrights
own the Ponderosa.

I don't own anything
and I never did.

I was in jail when you arrived.

Ben Cartwright has always...

been set against me and me ways,

because Hoss and his brothers...

and Ben, too,

otherwise he wouldn't have
gone along with it--

Couldn't stand to see you come
halfway across the world,

and have your heart
broken into pieces,

so they let me pretend
I owned the Ponderosa.

Felt so good, too...

...wearing fine clothes and...

living in a fine house, I...

It felt good inside, too,

because I could see how proud
you were of me.

I don't feel proud of you now.

Let me get it all out, please.

I stole Ben's Cartwright's bull
to sell it,

so that I could give you back
the money...

...that you gave me
for your passage home.

But he caught me before
I could sell it.

What happened to me money?

Well, I-I got drunk and I lost
it in a poker game at a pub.

On, Danny!

You gambled away
my passage money!

I don't have any more money.

Mrs. Lynch,
you'll have the money

to get back to Ireland.

Aw, Danny, what made you do it?

I don't know.

I met a friend...

and I did it...

I did it because
I'm Danny Lynch.

Don't you worry about
your passage back to Ireland.

Pa'll give it to you.

I never borrowed
a farthing in my life, and...

I never thought I would.

But it'll all be repaid,

you can be sure of that.

Dobby, I love you,

and I'm sorry I hurt you so.

Good-bye, Dobby.

♪♪

I'll never lay eyes
on him again.

Sure you will, Mrs. Lynch.

He'll come back.

No, he won't.

He's too ashamed.

I've seen my son for the...

last time.

Oh---...

♪♪

I didn't know
you were looking for him.

If I had, I'd have
rode over to your place

and told you he was over here.

He come back the same day that
he tried to sell me Ben's bull.

I didn't take him serious
right off, but he was.

Seems kind of funny,
don't it, Hoss?

Sure does. We had
no notion he was over here.

We been looking
for him for days.

I'm glad Pa
decided to invite you

to Mrs. Lynch's
farewell party, though.

You mean he chopped
all that by hisself?

Yes, sirree. He's done
a real fine job, Hoss.

Why, I've got enough wood
to last me all winter.

Hello, Hoss!

Whoa.

Hey, Danny!

Old John's been telling me
how hard you been working.

He sure wasn't lying.

Hoss...

how's me Dobby?

She's just fine, Danny.

As a matter of fact,
she's going back to Ireland.

We're having a little
farewell party for her tonight.

I know she'd
appreciate it a great deal

if you could be there.

Well, the next time
I see Dobby,

I'll have the money
for her fare back to Ireland

in my pocket,
or I won't see her at all.

Mr. Higgins, that's
the last of the wood.

May I have me money, please?

Well, sure, Danny,
but there's a lot of other work

you can do around here.
Just me money, please.

And, Mr. Higgins, I wonder
if you'd trust me enough

to lend me a horse
to ride into town.

Sure, I guess so, Danny.

Well, thanks, Mr. Higgins.

Thanks for everything.

Hey, Danny, Danny,
wait a minute.

Danny...

what you gonna be doing in town?

What do you think Danny Lynch
would be doing in town?

Hoss, you can't change
the spots on a leopard.

Pa, he's been
working like a mule,

he cut all that wood
and stacked it for Mr. Higgins--

That must prove he's changed.

Mm-hmm. It can also prove
that all he wanted was a stake.

Did he continue
to work for Higgins?

No. Went straight to town.

Maybe he's got a plan.

You don't need a plan
to stand up to a bar.

Well...

yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna have to ride
into town and find out.

I just couldn't face
that poor Mrs. Lynch

if Danny don't show up
for that party.

Yeah, she's in there now
preparing for that party...

just as excited as
the first day she got here.

Hoss...

wait for me.

I couldn't face her, either;
I'll go with you.

Tens.
Aw, I'm out.

Small flush.

Well, looks like me pot.

Bartender, some whiskey.

I thought it would be too late.

Yeah. Looks like.

Cards are sure smiling
on you today, Danny.

Here, let's celebrate.

I don't need that.

I am not drinking.

Furthermore, you can
remove it from me presence.

Well, let's ante up.

There it is, Danny--
that's all you get from me.

I'm through.

Well, you're called.

I got three of
the tiniest ones in the deck.

They may be tiny, but they're
big enough for aces up.

Danny, come on, now,
Danny, you got over $250 here.

Now, let's get out of here.
Come on, Danny.

You mind if I sit in?
You can sit in if you want to,

but the money's leaving.
No, no, no, no, no.

Howie, uh, you're broke;
now, give Mr. Wiley your seat.

Aw, come on!
Danny, come on, now!

Danny, you done
broke the table!

Yeah, but Mr. Wiley's
holding plenty.

Well, I might've known!

I have no objection
to two-handed poker,

do you, Mr. Lynch?
Ah, none at all.

You've separated me
from so much of me money

in the past years, I'd like
to try and get some of it back.

Well, let's see if you can.

But we're not gonna play poker.

Now, here's $250.

You put up a like amount,
and I'll high-card you for it.

Danny...

Would you like to pick
your card first, Mr. Lynch?

Oh, I don't care
who picks first, Mr. Wiley.

But we're not
gonna do it that way.

Here.
Hoss, you shuffle the deck

and put 'em on the table.

Danny, don't do it.

For your mother's sake,

don't do it.
Shuffle 'em.

I just plain can't stand it.

♪♪

I can tell by your face
what happened.

He wanted to play
double or nothing with Wiley.

If I'd have stayed there
another minute,

I'd have broke him in two.

Why couldn't he quit
when he had the $250?

Because he's Danny Lynch.

I better tell Mrs. Lynch that...

he won't be here.

That poor lady,
she's had so much.

Thank you.

Mrs. Lynch, I...

I'm terribly sorry, but...

I don't think Danny
will be coming to the party.

Poor Danny.

He's still ashamed
to face his mother.

I-I feel kind of badly that...

for us all going along
with Danny's lie.

But we did it
out of the deepest affection

and admiration for you.

Mm. Dear Mr. Cartwright,

you're a kind man.

You and your fine boys,

you don't need to be sorry
for what you did.

You see...

I knew the truth all along.

You did?

But... wh-when...?

The minute I saw Danny's face.

You can't fool a mother
about her own son.

Especially an Irish mother.

And I felt so grateful to you.

That's why I...
kept the Ponderosa

all clean and spotless,

out of me gratitude.

And about this party,

it's grand of you.

But... would you make
my apologies to everyone?

I-I just don't
feel like a party.

♪♪

Well, good evening, everybod...

Everybody fill up a glass,

and we'll drink a toast
to me mother...

The pride and joy of Dunboyne,

and the only woman...
her son Danny ever truly loved.

Danny, you're drunk!

Oh, no, I'm not.

This is the only drink
that's passed me gullet in days.

Here.

Don't bother to count it.

Take me word for it,
there's 500 beautiful dollars

nestled snug and warm
behind that string.

Take me word,

because I'm never gonna
lie to you again. Never.

Well, a toast to me mother.

May the winds blow kind
on the Kilkennan

as it sails across the sea
carrying me Dobby...

and her Danny boy
back to Ireland!

Oh, Danny!

I know that's a surprise,

but isn't that a toast
worth drinking to, Ben?

When the stage leaves
Virginia City tomorrow morning,

you'll never have to look
at this cheerful smiling face

of mine again.

Here, Hoss, eat your fill.

Because unless you visit Nellie
and Danny's fish and chip place

in Dunboyne, you'll never taste
the likes of 'em again.

Ah... Danny,

this is the happiest day
of me life!

And I'm glad you
don't own the Ponderosa.

Because if you did, you couldn't
go back to Ireland with me!

Well, now, Mrs. Lynch,

I'm sure you haven't forgotten
how to do an Irish jig.

Play, boys!

♪♪

Don't make a habit
of those, Hess--

You'll have to go clear
to Ireland to get them.

Might be worth it, Pa.

Pa, this is a great party.
Yeah, sure is.

You know, I'm gonna sort of miss

having old Danny around,
ain't you?

Yeah. Sure am.

What am I saying?

♪♪