All language subtitles for Rawhide - 1x13

Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?

Keep movin', movin', movin'?

Though they're disapprovin'?

Keep them dogies movin'?

Rawhide?

Don't try to understand 'em?

Just rope 'em, throw,
and brand 'em?

Soon we'll be livin'
high and wide?

My heart's calculatin'?

My true love will be waitin'?

Be waitin'
at the end of my ride?

Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on?

Move 'em on, head 'em up,
rawhide?

Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
ride 'em in, let 'em out?

Cut 'em out, ride 'em in?

Rawhide...?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?

?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?

Hyah!

Hyah!

Rawhide...!?

Hyah!

When a man's pushin' a herd
of ornery cows

over the Sedalia Trail,

he's got to hope for the best,

expect the worst.

You never know
what the cows'll do.

It keeps a man jumpy,
always on the watch...

but I wouldn't trade the job.

I'm Gil Favor, Trail Boss.

Wishbone, you're the
worst cook in the world,

and that's giving
you the best of it.

Why, you whelp!

I'll carve you.

You just try
it. You try it.

Now, hold on.

If you want to fight,
go someplace else.

I just cleaned up
around here.

Well?
This warthog's
complainin'

worse than ever
about my chow.

Look at this,
Mr. Favor-

biscuits with
weevils in 'em.

That's what he's
trying to feed us.

The way he talks,
you'd think I'd put
them weevils

in that flour myself.

Well, you could've
sifted them out.

Well, I ain't a flour sifter,
I'm a cook!

You're keepin'
that a secret!

Why, you sneaky...

All right, that's enough.

Time to eat,
not to fight.

Rowdy, I imagine when you were
a prisoner during the war

that any kind of biscuits
tasted good...

even those with
weevils in 'em.

That way you got
your meat

and your bread
mixed into one.

Well, things were
different then.

We expected it...
but the war is over.

Well, the weevils
don't know it.

War or no war, weevils
are going to get into flour.

Mr. Favor, found
some tracks

out on the flats
west of here.

Looks like five or
six head strayed off

during
the night.
Fresh tracks?

Oh, two, three
hours old, I guess.

Want me to take
Joe Scarlet and
go after 'em?

No, you take over
the herd, Pete.

Start 'em off as soon
as they're through eatin'.

I'll take a man
and go after 'em myself.

Take Rowdy with you
and leave him there.

Now, Rowdy,

come on- let's pick
up those strays.

They're sticking
close together.

How come you wouldn't
let me

finish that argument
with Wishbone?

Sometimes things
press in on a man

after weeks of livin'
in the saddle,

eatin' dust, pokin' along

with a bunch
of fretful cows.

Man's nerves get itchy.

He begins to notice
little things...

like weevils in
his biscuits.

I still say he should've
sifted 'em out of the flour.

He did.

He did?
I figure
he was up

for a couple of
hours before dawn.

Must've sifted that flour
half a dozen times

tryin' to catch those weevils.

Got most of 'em... not all.

Well, I...

I didn't know that.

What's the matter?

Look.

Horses.

Those cows didn't stray.

Somebody ridin' the
rim deliberately drove
'em up this gully.

Look, there's some tracks
goin' up that bank.

Well, uh...

Now, what's a town doin'
way out here

in the middle of nowhere?

Mining town, probably.

Heard there's some silver
in this area.

Maybe we can get a clean bag
of flour for Wishbone.

And maybe find out
who cut out our cows.

It's a dead town.

I wonder...

You wonder what?

Those cows of ours.

Somebody had to
ride the horses

that followed them.

When they left, they must've
left in a big hurry.

That stagecoach could've carried
a lot of freight.

This might've been
one of those towns
hit by black fever.

Or maybe the
silver ran out.

Let's see if we
can pick up those
cattle tracks.

Sounds like it came
from that jail over there.

What's a dog
doin' down there?

That isn't what bothers me.

That dog is well-fed.

You know, maybe we
can get some fresh
supplies after all.

Mornin'.

Mornin'.
My name's Favor.

Got a herd
movin' west of here.

This is Rowdy Yates.

Howdy.
Howdy.

I'm Matt Lucas,

caretaker for the Silver Queen
Mining Company.

You're a little off your trail,
ain't you?

So were some of my cows.

Seen 'em?

About five or six.

Uh-uh. Wish I had.

Run a little low
on supplies.

Company only sends 'em out
about once a month,

and the nearest town's
70 miles away.

You live here
all by yourself?

Mm-hmm. Me and my dog.
That's all.

Everybody else had sense enough
to leave town

when the mine closed down
few years back.

No strays or supplies
in sight.

No point in us
hangin' around.

What do you
have in mind?

What can you do
when you lose cattle tracks?

Well, let's go back
and start over.

That's what I got
in mind.

Well, there's
a water hole

about five miles west of here.

Sometimes cattle
can smell water, but...

I guess you know that.

Much obliged.

Quick! Now!

They heard it.

I thought he said
there were no other
people around.

I can get 'em
from here, Pa.

No trouble at all.

We can get 'em
anytime we want, Waldo.

We're going to have to.

Matter of fact, as dull
as things are around here,

I'd, uh... like to see 'em
give us an argument.

We're not here to lose
no arguments, are we, Pa?

Stay right where you are,
mister.

If we're intruding,

we'll leave.

Might be we don't want you to.

Who are you?

Name's Favor.

I'm a trail driver

and I don't care
for introductions at gunpoint.

What are you doing here?

Looking for some
stray cattle.

The man across the street

said he was the only one
that lived in this town.

You a friend of his?

Never saw him before.

Put the gun down,
Mr. Cory.

It's a good thing you
didn't shoot that.

You'd have blown
your own head off.

Well... rust as thick
as your finger, huh?

We had to use it.

We had to make
sure who you were.

We're in trouble,
Mr. Favor.

Real bad trouble.

What's wrong?

Those two men
across the street,

they're holding me
and my daughter as hostages.

Matt and Waldo Lucas.

They're killers,
both of them.

Father and son.

The one I talked to
said he was a caretaker.

'Tain't so.

Them two don't
belong here.

They're making this
place a hideout.

Five days ago,
they held up our stagecoach.

They shot the driver,
wounded him

and then shot him dead.

It isn't fair
saying that, Mother.

It was his life
or theirs.

You keep still, Angie.

There wasn't any gold
on our stagecoach

and me and my daughter
were the only passengers,

so they're holding us,
expecting the company

to pay a lot of money
to set us free.

They company
owes it to them.

They cheated Waldo
and his father out
of their freight line.

They're just doing
this to get even.

I know why
you're siding with them.

I don't even like
to look at you

cause I know why.

You're mean and bitter
and hateful, that's why!

Ma'am?

The name is Miller.

Mrs. Miller, it seems
like your daughter

doesn't mind being
held prisoner.

She don't, she don't mind a bit

'cause she's got
such a case on Waldo,

it would turn your stomach.

She don't care if they're making
us live in the stagecoach

where we can be watched
day and night.

She don't mind if
they're not giving us

enough food to
keep us alive.

I've been doing what I can
to help Mrs. Miller,

but it ain't much.

Now do you see why we have
to get out of here and quick?

Why we need your help?

Mrs. Miller, I don't mean
to call you a liar,

but, uh, I haven't seen anything

to show that
what you've been saying is true.

Meaning you won't lift a finger?

I didn't say that.

But you were
fixing to.

You're like all men,
selfish and cowardly

or greedy and useless.

I know men,
I can read them like a book.

She don't think much of men,
does she, boss?

You coming with me or not?

How'd you get mixed up
in this?

When a man's sexton
of a meeting hall,

he tries to help people.

Are you sexton
of this one?

When the parson and
the people left,

I stayed here.

Wanted to keep
the place clean.

Had an idea that people
would come back some day.

I made a big
mistake, though.

How's that?

I never figured on folks
like Matt and Waldo.

Isn't there something
we can do about Matt and Waldo?

No, no matter what you
do, won't do no good.

They're too smart.

No harm talking to them.

Come on.

Mr. Lucas, I'd like
to have a talk with you.

Talk's cheap.
I can spare you some.

Is what Mrs. Miller
told me true?

Now, I told Mrs. Miller

that if anybody
ever come around here

and she called out to them,
I'd twist her neck.

Now she got that ol' loon
to play the organ.

Pretty smart of her,
wasn't it?

I'm going to ask you
to let the ladies go.

Oh, you are?

Is that all
right with you?

Oh, sure.
Sure, ask anything you like.

They're going
to say here anyhow.

I think it would be better
all around if you let them go.

You do?

You got a good reason?

Holding them
won't get you a cent.

You know stage companies.

They never give in.

Waldo and me
are willing to gamble.

It's a sure bet
they got men out right now

tracking you down.

Take a lot of good tracking

considering how we drove that
stagecoach through creek beds

and backtracked
over rocky ground.

If you let the ladies go,

at least you wouldn't be adding
to the troubles you already got.

Now, you're a bigger fool
than I thought.

Why, them women
saw us gun down a man.

They're witnesses.

Now, do you think
I'm going to be foolish enough

to turn them lose?

So, you never figured
to let them go alive

in the first place, huh?

And I don't know, but you just
let a posse show up around here

and you'll see
how quick I can change my mind.

Now, you and your cowhand
just better go get your horses

and get out of town
while the getting's good.

You know what happens
if we go, don't you?

Mister, I'm thinking
wayahead of you.

Why, you're eight days
from the nearest marshal

and by the time
anybody could get here,

why, this'll all be over with
and we'll be gone.

Of course,
we could kill you right now,

but you haven't done
anything unfair to Waldo and me,

so... you just better get.

Let's get.

Why, PaWhy'd
you let them go?

They got a herd nearby
and plenty of cowboys.

No. No, I said they could go,

I just didn't say how far.

You think they mean
to let us leave?

One thing's for sure.

They're not letting us
ride out of this town

very far in broad daylight.

Why?

You notice the difference
between their guns and ours?

Yeah, you mean the difference
between a rifle and a six gun?

Catch up with us
out in open country,

pick us off
like prairie dogs

without a hole
to hide in.

Well, I think we
ought to do something.

Just wait for dark.

Well, Waldo, looks
like you and me

are going to have
to do a little riding.

Be getting in a little
hunting, too, huh?

Mrs. Miller.

Wasn't necessary for you
to stop and say good-bye.

Figure you'd look
just as well

without that chip
on your shoulder.

Meaning?

Meaning we're
going to try

and get you out
of here tonight.

Use up the rest
of the coffee, Angie.

There's no need saving it.

What do you suppose
they're up to, Pa?

I don't know,
but whatever it is,

they're going to wish
they hadn't.

Good coffee.

Well, at least you didn't
ride off and leave us,

like most men
would have done.

When do you think
we'll be going, Mr. Favor?

An hour or so.

Soon as the fire
dies down.

If Rowdy wants some of this
coffee, he better come get it.

I'll take him
a cup.

He's tightening
the saddles.

It stretches leather
to ride double.

What's the matter?

Just saw somebody
walk across the hotel porch.

That's right.
They'll be watching all night.

I hate men.

All men.

I gathered that.

If it hadn't have been
for one of them,

I wouldn't have been
on the stagecoach

in the first place.

I'm not asking any questions.

A woman's skin
is just so thick.

Take just so much.

I...

Coffee's gone.

Brought you the last
of the coffee.

Well...

thanks, Miss Angie.

You didn't have to put
yourself out, though.

I didn't.

Just wanted to talk, mainly.

Well, go ahead and talk.

Do you think there's any chance

we might really
get out of here tonight?

Well, look, don't you
worry about that.

You think I want
to get out of here, don't you?

You haven't heard me say
I wanted to, have you?

Well, you mean
you want to stay here?

A prisoner in this place?

I certainly don't want to go
where my mother's taking me.

Where's that?

Prineville. To live
with an old maid aunt,

not allowed to see any men

because one of them
was bad to my mother.

And you don't like that, do you?

I'm not going.

Seems to me what you want

doesn't count much
with your mother.

Well, it counts with me.

Hey, hey, where you going?

Hey, Angie lit out.

We better get
after her.

Save yourself
the trouble.

What?

She told me she doesn't want
to leave here, Boss.

Oh...

Waldo?

He promised her
a new way of life.

She's fool enough
to believe him.

They can't make me
go with them, can they?

Of course not, Angie.

Miss, I don't take kindly
to your Ma

fixing to run off
with those men.

Might spoil Pa's ideas
for getting money

from the stage company.

Might even spoil
the plans

me and you got for going
to Kansas City together.

It's those two men.

Can't you make them
go away?

At what time
is your Ma

figuring on leaving
with those men?

Hour or so.

Well, you go in the hotel
and rest a while, Angie.

You can have the room
at the end of the hall.

I'll be back later.

Well, we can't
leave now, Mr. Favor.

Don't intend to, now.

She's cast her lot.

Let her stay.

If we do, Mrs. Miller,
you might never see her again.

She's like her father-

selfish and wayward
and unfaithful.

He left me years ago for what
he called a schoolteacher.

She gave her lessons
in the dance hall.

Maybe you'd better stay
in the stagecoach

while Rowdy and I
go after her.

Stay with her.

It's me, Mr. Favor.

I, I heard
the shooting.

What happened?

Come with me.
Stay with Mrs. Miller.

Rowdy and I
are going to be busy.

I told you, Mr. Favor.

She wants to stay here.

Just keep watching.

If you scream
for help, Angie,

I'll kill the first man
who comes in here.

You got no right
in my room.

You better
get into that dress.

You're coming with us.

You're doing this
for my mother.

Are you going
to get into that dress?

You're not taking me anywhere,
Mr. Favor.

Well... your mother was right.

What?

She said Waldo
promised you a
new kind of life.

He's already given you

one of the things
that go with it.

Get out. Get out of here
before I use this thing on you.

I don't think
you will.

I will. I'll do it this way.

What happened?

She seemed a
little nervous,

and she had a gun.

All right, now,

just a minute.

Now, Mr. Trail Boss,
somehow I knew

you was gonna
make it easy for me,

I just knew it.

Let me count, Pa.

When I get to three,
we'll shoot 'em both.

All right,
but don't count too slow.

He's not a bad fella.

No sense in stretching it out.

One...

You're going to lose
your son, Matt.

I couldn't miss Waldo's head
at this distance.

Lay your rifles down.

Waldo!

Get inside, Mr. Favor.

Come on.
Let's try going in.

You crazyNothing
they'd like better.

Best thing to do right now
is get out of rifle range.

Thanks, Mr. Cory.

Bull's-eye winking.

You can try
beating my mark,

but it's going
to sure cost you.

That's how I throw blindfolded.

Here it goes.

Another round?

That cleans me out.

I ain't got a
tail feather left.

What's keeping Mr. Favor,
Wishbone?

Said he'd be
back by sundown.

What's keeping Mr. Favor's
his affair.

You think
something happened to him?

I'm the camp cook,
I'm the camp doctor,

I'm the camp barber,
I'm even the camp blacksmith.

I can't be
the camp fortune teller.

Mr. Favor and Rowdy
back yet, Wishbone?

I asked you
a question.

Everybody asks me questions.

Everybody asks me
the same questions.

You think
something happened to them?

Well, I ain't got
a telegraph office in my head.

Well, he said
that they'd...

I know what he said.

He said keep pushing 'em,
and he'd get back by sundown.

Well, I can tell by the dark
that it must be past sundown.

I think I'll ride back
and check.

Well, you think wrong.

I know you fancy yourself
a pretty good scout.

Maybe you are, but how are you
going to track anybody down

with no moon in the sky?

You got cat eyes in your head?

No, but I can go back
to where they rode off from.

By sunup, it'll give me
that much head start.

Mr. Favor's orders
were you take charge.

I didn't hear him say nothing
about you tag after him.

Well, I'm in charge,
and I'm ordering me to go back,

and I'm ordering you
to shut your big mouth.

Now, see here, Pete Nolan.

Here, Quince,
I shaped it for you.

You put it on.

Put that anvil back
in the chuck wagon.

Now, you listen.

My mind's made
up, Wishbone.

You can't stop me.

Now, you let me ask you
a question for a change.

Well, go ahead, ask it.

Now, when Mr. Favor and Rowdy
and you are all gone at once,

who's in charge
of the herd?

Well, who's the oldest
and most experienced

and the next in line?

You're trying to get
me to say you are.

Well, you're mighty well told,
I am.

Now, you leaving?

Yeah, I'm leaving.

Then that leaves me
in charge.

I'm the... trail boss
pro tempore.

Pro what?

You must be ignorant.

Means I'm taking charge
as of now

and for the time being.

Well, keep 'em moving.

We'll catch up to you.

Now, wait a minute.

You haven't heard
my order yet.

My first order.

Now, you go out there and, uh...

check the night riders,

and you keep on
checking 'em

till I send a man
to relieve you.

Now, wait a minute, Wishbone.
If I'm staying...

No ifs or ands or buts about it.

Now, you're ordered to stay...
by me.

I guess you're right, Wishbone.

I do worry too much
about them two jaspers.

I guess it's because, well...

Well, you're kind of fond
of 'em.

So am I.

We all are, Pete.

I better check
the night riders.

But if they're not
back by morning...

Then we'll start the argument
all over again.

You know what?

What?

I've been thinking
and thinking.

Thinking what?

Where did Cory
get that rifle?

Wherever he got it,
he can't keep it.

Makes the odds all wrong.

Now, the other two are
out looking for horses.

Seems to me this
would be a good time
to get that rifle.

Keep your eye open.

Here's some breakfast.

Well, there's

only enough
there for you.

I'm not hungry.

Sit down and eat.

While you're at it,

you can set
that rifle down.

I'm not going
to tell you twice, Cory.

Do as he says, Mr. Cory.

You know, it beats me
where they hid those horses.

There's only one
way to find out.

What's that?

Make 'em tell.

You ain't forgetting

that rifles shoot further
than pistols, are you?

I ain't forgetting.

Where'd you get that rifle,
anyhow?

I had it hid away in a closet
for years.

All right, Lucas,
drop the rifle.

Watch out for Waldo.

No sign of him.

Watch out for a bullet
in the back, then.

Get over by
the building

where we can
get some cover.

Where have you
got the horses?

Uh, seems to me
I forgot where I hid them.

Rowdy, lock him up.

Lock him up where?

We're standing
next to a jail.

You mean this henhouse?

Move.

Maybe you'd better stay
in the storm cellar of the jail

until we catch up
with Waldo.

If you say so.

If there's a fight,
stay out of it, Mr. Cory.

Don't worry none about me.

You know we got
plenty of water.

Strike out on foot
and take you with us,

unless you remember
where the horses are.

Well, Mr. Trail Boss,
I might be real scared,

except for one thing.

Oh, Waldo?

Mm-hmm.

He's out there,
and he'll gun you down

before you get a mile away.

I don't think he will.

Oh, why not?

Isn't he kind of fond
of his pa?

Mm-hmm.

Now, stand still.

Mr. Favor...

Hey, you in there,
you hear me?

Throw out your gun belts,
or I'll shoot her.

We hear you.

You going to throw
those gun belts out or not?!

Please, Mr. Favor, please.

Undo your gun belt,
Rowdy.

Toss it out.

They got my rifle in here, too.

Please, Mr. Favor, please?

All right,
throw the rifle out, too!

Drop that rifle, Waldo.

Now, send my pa out.

Let him out.

I knew my boy
wouldn't let me down.

Kind of proud of him.

Oh, you got reason
to be.

Not many would kill
an old man,

hide behind
a young girl.

Oh, well, now,
Mr. Trail Boss,

you can be just as
sassy as you like...

for as long as you got.

You go that way.

I'm not surprised
she's part of it.

She'd do anything
Waldo asks.

I hope so, with a gun
stuck in her back.

Might have been
better if that
rifle had gone off.

Just what have you got

against your daughter,
Mrs. Miller?

She's like her father.

She's just like him.

I see.

Maybe that's
why she chose Waldo.

What do you mean?

She probably figured
anything would be better

than the life
she's been living with you.

Why should she?

I've done everything for her
a mother can do.

I've watched over her

since the day
her father ran away.

I've protected her.

I've kept her from men

and the harm
they can bring to her.

I've sheltered her,
I've worked for her,

I've talked for her...

Breathed for her.

So that no harm
would come to her.

So that she'd never know
what it's like

to live with a hurt
that begins in your stomach

and crawls up and down until
there's nothing left inside

but a big...

"Breathe for her."

Is that what I did?

I guess so.

But people have to breathe
for theirselves.

You can't live unless you learn
to breathe for yourself.

Do you think there's a chance
of getting Angie back?

We don't even know where she is.

They've got our guns and horses.

Well, I can't do anything
about the horses,

but I can help you
with the other.

What do you mean?

When I heard that my husband

was in Green Junction
with that... dance hall girl,

I was going to drop
Angie off in Prineville,

and then I was going to go
and see him.

I bought me a gun
and six bullets.

You still got it?

When the stagecoach
was held up, I hid it.

Where?

Under the seat cushion
of the stage.

It's still there.

Did it have an ivory handle?

Yes, why?

It isn't there anymore.

Angie's got it.

How do you know that?

She showed it to me
in her room last night.

Rowdy.

Last place
in the world

we would have
thought of looking.

Stay here.

If you hear any shots,
light out for the herd.

Bring back
some of the men.

Right.

Who did it, Angie?

Waldo.

I'll get you back
to Mrs. Miller.

Rowdy's gone for help.
He won't be long.

Do you know what
happened to Rowdy?

Waldo shot him.

Bad?

I don't know.

I went to help...

Waldo beat me.

Where have they got Rowdy?

Locked up...

in the bathhouse.

She's not...
She's just fainted.

She'll be all right.

Well, put her here.

Put her here with
her head in my lap.

Who did it?

Somebody who promised her
a different kind of life.

Waldo...

Watch it, Pa,
he's got a gun.

Stay where you are.
We got him.

Hey!

Over here!

Waldo...

All right!

And the gun belt.

You all right, Rowdy?

Oh, sure,
I got a new part in my hair,

but I'm all right.

What are we going
to do with him?

Take him along with us
to the nearest town

that's got a Marshall
and then drop him off

after we take care
of Mr. Cory.

How about my boy?

Will you see that
he gets a decent burial?

Proper words
are said over him?

It'll be done.

Thank you.

Almost forgot
your gun.

Those bullets served
a better purpose

than the one
I had in mind.

You keep it,
Mr. Favor.

You won't be needing it?

Not where we're going.

Home?

No place else.

Giddyap!

Look yonder.

Them two women
going off together.

Like nothing happened.

Off you go, Mister.

With us,
like nothing happened.

All set?

All set.

Take over, Rowdy.

Head 'em up
and move 'em out.

?Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'?

Keep rollin',
rollin', rollin'?

Though the streams
are swollen?

Keep them dogies rollin'?

Rawhide?

Through rain
and wind and weather?

Hell-bent for leather?

Wishin' my gal
was by my side?

All the things
I'm missin'?

Good vittles,
love and kissin'?

Are waiting
at the end of my ride?

Move 'em on, head 'em up,
head 'em up, move 'em on?

Move 'em on,
head 'em up, rawhide?

Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
ride 'em in, let 'em out?

Cut 'em out, ride 'em in?

Rawhide...?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?

?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?

Hyah!

Hyah!

?Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'?

Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?

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