quite a bit of wealth.
Now with Malcolm gone
I hate to think
the federal government's gonna be
the beneficiary of my good fortune.
You know, your people have always
been good with money, Joel.
What do you think
I ought to do with my assets?
If my people were good
with money,
I would be on Park Avenue shooting
oestrogen into rich widows, not here.
I always thought Malcolm would inherit
everything, being the only kin I had.
You ever think of turnin'
the house into a museum?
No, no.
No, a museum's a place for relics
and bones and dusty paintings.
No, I want my legacy to live.
To grow.
My people have always been big
on planting trees.
No, I've got enough trees.
No, what I need is an heir.
Somebody who'll carry
the Minnifield name.
I'd offer but there's this elderly couple
in Queens who have dibs on me.
That's too bad.
Well, thanks, Joel.
Why Jesse, Holling?
Why this bear?
Holling would rather not
talk about it, Shelly.
OK.
But would it be OK if you did?
It was the summer of '84
when Jesse first came into Holling's life.
He roared down out of the mountains,
ate half the livestock in town,
and killed the other half
just for fun.
Holling woke me up at 2am
from a fitful sleep.
Me and him and the dogs,
we tracked Jesse in the moonlight,
up into Lost Canyon.
We couldn't see each other, us and Jesse,
but we could smell each other.
Suddenly,
Jesse sprung up behind us
and, while I ran, took both the dogs'
throats out with one swipe.
Then he turned on Holling,
but his gun jammed.
He took a big swipe
out of him too.
132 stitches,
down the back.
133.
Hah. So that's what
that thing down your back is.
Tom, thanks for the fruit basket.
It's always good to have some apples
when you're in mourning.
No, I don't know yet.
Yeah, I'll find that as soon as I can.
Yeah, right.
Listen, Tom,
I've gotta run now.
Love to the little woman.
Yeah.
Yeah. OK.
I'll call you soon.
Lawyers.
They smell carrion.
Guess what happened last night?
A lightning bolt knocked a tree
though the side of my trailer, so...
I wonder if you'd advance me a few bucks
to get it fixed so the mosquitoes don't...
- What?
- Where did you say you were from, son?
- Wheeling, West Virginia.
- Yeah, the almost-heaven state.
Yeah. You got any family there?
Um... no. No. My mother and father,
they're... they're gone.
- For good?
- Yeah. They... they died.
Good.
Do you have any problem
with insanity in your family?
Not that I know of.
Uh... everybody was pretty normal.
Failures, but normal. What's this about?
You finally gettin' me health insurance?
This is all mine, son.
As far as the eye can see.
15,000 acres.
15,000 acres of opportunity.
Planned communities,
resorts, roads.
- Mini-malls.
- Vineyards.
You know, grapes, vino.
You got boozers hangin'
in your family tree?
A couple.
What's the deal, Maurice? You didn't
bring me up here to show me the sights.
- I got a problem, Chris.
- What kind of problem?
- I need a son, son.
- What?
I need somebody to carry on
the Minnifield family name.
Somebody who will seize the keys to the
kingdom and use 'em to unlock the future.
And after careful consideration
I've decided that person is you.
- Yeah. You're kiddin' me, right?
- I never kid about my assets, son.
All right, why me, Maurice?
Because...
you don't have anybody
and I don't have anybody.
We could both use a family.
I'm offering you a home, Chris. Roots.
Fortune.
What do you say?
I don't know. I don't know. Maurice...
Look at all this.
The Minnifield empire could be yours.
- What do you say?
- Maurice, come on.
I mean, the whole notion
of you and me, father and son...
- Doesn't that strike you as a little off?
- Hell, no.
You work for me, I've known you
for a while. What do you say, Chris?
- What the hell. I'll give it a try.
- That's my boy.
Welcome to the family.
- Wow, it's big.
- Is it him?
- It's him.
- Jesse? How do you know?
The missing toes.