All language subtitles for Rawhide - 1x16

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!

Pointing 'em north,
most things you can calculate.

Your men, for instance-
you know what to expect.

But there's one thing
you can't calculate on:

the people who cross your trail,

the thousand ways they can make
their troubles yours.

You find that out real quick
in my job.

My name's Gil Favor, trail boss.

Rock of ages, cleft for me?

Let me hide myself in Thee?

Let the water and the blood?

From Thy side,
a healing flood...?

Um, ma'am?

Are you all right?

Well, I... I mean, out there...

Rock of ages,
cleft for me?

Let me hide myself in Thee?

Let the water and the blood?

From Thy side,
a healing flood?

Did... did they,
uh, hurt you, ma'am?

Don't you even know
what I'm saying?

Look, uh...

I'm riding ahead of a herd,

scouting
for bed-ground.

So you see there's...

Well, there's no cause to fret.

Well, I'll tell you
what, ma'am.

I'll... I'll take
you with me.

Yeah, I'll take
you with me

and you'll
be all right.

I can't just leave
you here alone.

Look, I'll tell you what.

You stay here until I get back.

Ma'am, it's...
it's the best thing for you.

As long as you won't
come along with me.

All right, I'll stay
here with you.

They'll be coming up
to me soon anyway.

They're getting
run-crazy, Mr. Favor.

They smell water.

So can I; I'm no cow.

No sign of Rowdy?

No, nothing.

You shouldn't
have let him

ride on alone
like that.

I'm hired to do
the scouting.

He has to learn
this business.

This seemed as good
a stretch as any

to send him
on ahead alone.

He'll be all right.

Hope you're right.

Don't think I am?

It's just
that I figure

something bad
must have happened.

Maybe not.

If he'd have found
graze and bed-ground,

he'd have been
back here by now.

You think Comanches?

No, they're hungry
in these parts.

No more buffalo.

You know how they are.

Chances are they'd
ride back with him

and want a few beeves

for letting us
pass through.

Right.

Well, are you going
to send me to look?

Yeah, Pete.

With me.

In here, Boss.

That's the way
I found them, Boss.

She all right?

Well... yeah.

When I came in here,

she was making candy
and singing to herself.

She hasn't said a word.

Not even her name-
nothing.

Just what happened here, ma'am?

See what I mean?

Not a word.

I see why you didn't come back
to the herd.

Well, yeah, I...

I couldn't leave her here alone
the way she is.

You're married,
aren't you, ma'am?

There's a man's coat
and boots in there.

Where is he?

Are you like this because of
something that happened to him?

You better get on back
to the herd.

We'll be making camp
up near that creek.

Yeah.

Go ahead, Rowdy.

No explaining
those two out there.

What do you mean?

Well, they haven't been shot,
nobody knifed them.

Nothing to say what killed them.

They didn't just
fall down dead.

What is it?

You wanted to
say something?

Don't be afraid.

Delawares.

Delaware?

That's an Eastern Indian.

What are they
doing in Texas?

What was left of them
wandered off out here

in search of peace.

There's a few
small bands of them

ranging between
the Rio Grande

and the three forks
of the Missouri.

It's a little hard
to believe,

but they're friendly.

The way I understand it,

most of them
are Christians.

If they're friendly,
how'd this happen?

I don't know.

Delawares never borrowed
this kind of trouble.

It's not in their nature.

Not out in this
country, anyway.

There were two more
of them.

You sure?

If I can still
read sign,

one of them had
just enough strength

to drag himself
to his pony and
ride away.

The other?

Ma'am, I don't know
if you can understand me,

but... but try, please.

Do you remember
anything that's happened?

Try to talk.

Please, try.

I don't think
she even hears me.

Something killed
those Delawares.

What is it?

You trying to
say something?

If the words
are too hard,
just nod your head.

We can't leave you
here all alone.

You can stay overnight
at our camp,

but we've got a herd
going north.

Lot of people
depending on it.

We have
to keep moving.

All I can do to help you
is have one of our men

take you to the fort
in the morning.

But you'll be
in good hands there.

All right?

Ma'am, you shouldn't
be toting that thing.

Why don't you let me?

It don't seem
proper like

for a fine lady
to be serving a lot
of trail hands.

I don't think
Mr. Favor should have...

What'd I tell you
about thinking?

My third cup, ma'am,
but I'm obliged.

Never could get
enough coffee in me.

I think the boys
have had enough.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thought giving you
something to do

would take your
mind off yourself.

But it's getting
kind of late now.

You better
get some rest.

Then in
the morning...

In the morning, you'll do what?

I'm glad you seem
to understand me now.

You haven't answered
my question.

What are you going to
do with me in the morning?

Well, do what's best for you.

I'll see that Pete Nolan

takes you safely
to Fort Stiles.

No!

No, don't let him do it.

Well, ma'am...

Maybe you'd better
be the one

to take her
to the fort, Rowdy.

Against her will?

No, Rowdy.

Because she can't quite
think for herself.

I... I think she can.

My name's Favor- Gil Favor.

What's yours, ma'am?

Tell him.

Amelia Spaulding.

I want to be
your friend, Mrs. Spaulding.

Uh, your husband-

where is he?

Dead.

Sorry.

Indians?

He died of a perforated stomach
almost a month ago.

I see...

No.

I don't think you do,
Mr. Favor.

Though you may not
be aware of it,

there are a great many things
you don't understand.

Then maybe you'll tell me.

My husband was a missionary.

He felt the call

to minister to
the heathen Indian.

His heart led him
into the wilderness...

and he went.

Like Paul into Jerusalem.

He brought
an overflowing love...

Yes, Mrs. Spaulding?

I took my place at his side,
his bride...

sworn to share
whatever might befall.

I buried him.

Then I couldn't
bring myself to leave.

And today...

Then you were alone
when the Indians came.

Do you have to keep
reminding her of the Indians?

I don't remember anything
after the first one came in.

Now do you understand,
Mr. Favor,

why I don't want to be
sent to the fort?

There'd be the
endless questions.

All eyes
would be on me.

Do you think
I want all this brought out

so people can whisper and...
and point at me behind my back?

What do we do with you, ma'am?

We can't just leave you here.

You're going to let me
ride with the herd

until you reach a stage stop.

If you deny me this, Mr. Favor,
I'll kill myself.

It's against everything
I believe in, but I will.

We'll try
to make you

as comfortable
as possible,
Mrs. Spaulding.

Anything'd
be an improvement

on riding that chuck wagon
with Mr. Wishbone.

But this ain't going
to be no picnic either.

What do you say when you're
driving a lady like that?

Joking don't seem right.

You can't just talk about cows,
which is about all I know.

There's just this one
more valise, Mr. Yates.

I'll get it.

Oh, will you get
the trunk, Pete?

Yeah.

I think it's best

you leaving everything
behind like this,
Mrs. Spaulding.

The boys buried the Indians
up by the cotton woods,

and right now the herd
is trailing over them.

There won't be
a sign left.

Just like nothing
ever happened.

Yeah.

You've been
very sweet to me.

You've made things
bearable

when they would
have been impossible.

Mr. Nolan,
just why do you hate me?

How did I ever
give you that idea?

Mr. Yates wanted to help me
from the moment we met.

You were just
like Mr. Favor-
asking questions,

thinking about everything but me
and what I'd been through.

No, you got me all wrong, ma'am.

Have I?

Well, I'm just a scout.

When I run across signs
that puzzle me,

I just naturally
get curious.

Honestly,
all I want for you

is for you to get
where you're going
and be happy.

I beg your pardon,
ma'am, but...

Yes?

Well, I know you've
been through a lot,

but you shouldn't
dream up things.

Every man
in this outfit
is for you- really.

Forgive me,
I'm sorry.

Would you mind if...

if I stayed here alone
for a moment?

Oh, no.

It's getting warmer,
don't you think?

Well, thinking is one thing
I fight against, ma'am.

Should I stop
when we get to a shady spot?

There's no need
for any delay
because of me.

Yes'm.

She's got you eating

right out of
the palm of her hand,
doesn't she?

Someone's got to
look out for her.

Whenever a pretty woman
turns up in trouble-

real or made up-

that someone
is usually you.

Look, I'm tending
to my chores, ain't I?

So far.

Since you're
Mrs. Spaulding's protector,

I want you to make
a few things
clear to her.

What's that?

Tell her to get into
some pants and a shirt,

and wear a hat that'll
protect her from the sun.

She can't ride a horse,

tell her to find a place
in the chuck wagon.

Don't worry,
I'll take care of her.

I'll make sure
she doesn't lose

any of your
precious time for you.

Otis!

Amelia's gone.

The horse and buggy
are gone, too.

She took a trunk
and all of her clothes.

She may
have left a note.

No.

What does it mean?

Well, we've been gone
three days,

told her we'd only be one.

She may have become
frightened being alone

and headed for the fort.

She'd have left
some sort of word.

Not if she had to
leave in a hurry.

Even if she had to
leave in a hurry.

She was always
a scared girl and...

You're not being
fair to her.

You saw her
every day for a year-

never once
did you see a woman

living in the middle
of a prairie.

She was still a girl,

dressing and acting as though
she was still in New Hampshire.

If you've told me
that once,

you've told me
a thousand times

and I've always
believed you.

She didn't
belong out here,
and now she's gone.

Where did she go?

I don't know,
Clarissa.

What made her go?

I think
it was you.

How can you say that?

This is the first time
you've let her out of your sight

since her husband was killed.

This is the first
chance she's had.

Otis, what are you saying?

The only reason
she never ran away before

was because of you.

She was trying to stay here

because she knew
you wanted her to stay.

I wanted her to stay

because there was no place
for her to go.

She talked about
going home to Concord.

There was no home in Concord.

Ever since we've been here,
there's been no home in Concord.

She sold it.

I know, I know.

Are you glad she's gone?

Are you glad for her sake?

No.

I granted her fear
of the Indians,

but there's no sign of Indians
having been around here.

But my sister is missing.

She loved her husband
as much as I love you.

You and I believe
in our calling.

We think the savages
can be made to hear our voice.

We're not afraid.

She was afraid,

and she had
every right to be.

You remember
how her husband looked-

those arrows in his chest.

I remember, Clarissa.

But I also believe that those
who shouldn't try the wilderness

should stay at home.

I'll get your supper.

No.

No, what you want is
to go to Fort Stiles.

We'll try to find out

what happened
to your sister.

I am minister of God,

revenger to execute wrath
on him who doeth evil.

Amen.

Mushy!

What do you think
you're going to find
in them bushes?

Scouring sand
for the pots

you're supposed
to be scrubbing?

I was looking for
scouring sand, Mr. Wishbone,

honest, I was.

Then I got to thinking how sad
Mrs. Spaulding always look.

Makes me sad
just to look at her.

Thought a little nosegay
would perk her up.

Oh, you did, did you?

Well, you better
get your mind

back to thinking
about your greasy
pots.

Now, we're breaking camp,

and if you know
what's good for you,

you'll get them pots
clean and sparkling
before we move.

Now, what are you doing
in my kitchen?

Well, mighty big kitchen
you got here, Wish.

I'm just brewing up
a little tea for
Mrs. Spaulding.

Oh, you are?

Well, what are you,
a ramrod or a kitchen maid?

'Sides, that ain't tea,
lover boy;

that's Chinese herbs
for liver bile.

That's tea.

You can't read the label,
smell it.

'Sides, what's wrong
with my coffee?

Nothin', Wish, nothin'.

It's just that
Mrs. Spaulding was telling me

about all the nice times she had

over a cup of tea
back in Concord.

Well, it's time she found out
this ain't Concord.

You old wolfhound,
you're not as wild as your bark.

You've been, uh... shyin' up
to her yourself anyway.

Me?! Shyin' up to her?!

Well, the only ones doin' that

are the two that are
still green behind the ears-

you and that
other lover boy, Mushy.

Well... if Mrs. Spaulding's
got to have her tea

out in the middle
of the prairie,

I guess I'd better hot up
the water again.

Mr. Favor...

Yes'm.

I'd like to talk to you
for a minute.

May I come down?

Yep.

Thank you.

Just what's on your mind,
Mrs. Spaulding?

I know I'm with the drive
on your sufferance.

I don't want to abuse
your hospitality,

no matter how
reluctantly it's given.

Would you just say what's
on your mind, Mrs. Spaulding?

These trousers- the smallest
that Rowdy could find-

are twice my waistline.

The material
is very coarse
and rough.

I scraped both my knees
from when I tried them on.

They can be taken in.

The clothes I wear are
the only part of me that remain

of the way of life
I was born into...

I was meant to live.

Don't make me
change them.

Oh... hello, Boss.

How sweet
of you.

How very
thoughtful.

Well, tea reminds
Mrs. Spaulding of home.

Mr. Favor...

won't you hear me out?

Yes,
Mrs. Spaulding?

How far is it to the next town?

As the herd goes...

As my buggy goes.

That's less than a day.

It's almost three with the herd.

Let me ride ahead with Rowdy.

That way,
you'll be rid of me at once.

Rowdy doesn't have
any spare time, ma'am.

He's a working
drover.

I can go alone.

What's your hurry,
Mrs. Spaulding?

All right, Mr. Favor.

Nice of you to ask me.

Looks like she's bigger
than all of us, Mr. Favor.

You know, Pete,
I'm beginning to think

she scared those
three Delawares to death.

What is it, Pete?

I don't know.

Feel kind of queasy.

Just don't let Wishbone hear
you calling it a bellyache.

I wouldn't do that.

His cooking's the best.

Like I keep telling him,

them sourdoughs are
burnt on the outside

and raw in the middle
and salty as a fish,

but always just
the way I like 'em.

That's all.

This is a telegraph
from Cooperville.

No one who answers
Mrs. Spaulding's
description

took the stage today
or was seen in town.

I told you, she had
no funds for the fare.

No cause for alarm,
Mrs. Gray.

After all, there are
no unfriendly Indians
in the vicinity.

The district's
quite peaceful.

We're sorry to trouble
you with our problem.

Well, that's what
we're here for, Doctor.

If I was only sure
she went of her own accord...

wherever she is.

I'll send out
a detail in
the morning.

We'll find your
sister, Mrs. Gray.

In the meantime,

why don't you
make yourselves
comfortable

and try to do
what we do-

forget where
you are.

What kind of things
are they saying about me?

Who, ma'am?

Oh, do stop
calling me "ma'am."

I'm Amelia... Amelia.

You didn't answer my question.

What are Mr. Favor and
the other men saying about me,

trying to make you
believe?

Well... they only know
that you had a lot of trouble,

and they're sorry.

You're lying, of course.

Now, why would I lie?

Never mind.

It doesn't matter.

Anything that bothers you
matters to all of us, ma'...

um... Amelia.

It matters to you more
than any of the others,
doesn't it?

Well, maybe.

I'd hoped it was that way,

but I wouldn't
let myself think so.

You're the only one
who understands

that I'm not really strong

just because I can stand up
to your Mr. Favor.

I'm not strong at all.

I'm afraid.

You are?

I need someone
like you, Rowdy.

I need you.

But you don't need me,
do you?

No, don't answer me.

It's just that
you're different.

It's all there in your eyes.

You make a woman feel protected.

That feeling's
very important
to me right now.

I've never known anyone
like you.

I wish you'd kiss me, Rowdy.

Wishbone,
get over here!

Something's
happened to Pete.

Wait here.

I just started to walk away from
the chuck wagon, and it hit me.

He must be full to the gills
with the stuff.

What stuff?

Arsenic.

Mushy, go get me
a sack of mustard

and plenty of water.

Now move!

Arsenic- are you sure?

I seen it before.

Settlers keep it around
for wolves and coyotes.

Sometimes humans get it
by mistake.

Wh... where'd I get any arsenic?

Yes'm.

What happened?

Well, Pete Nolan, he swallowed
some arsenic somewhere.

Let's hurry
with that stuff.

Come on,
drink it down, Pete.

Chocolate candy?

Now, where did he get
chocolate candy

way out here in the middle
of the prairie?

Mrs. Spaulding was making candy.

I took a few of them.

Those Delawares- their eyes
were all red and swollen, too...

just like Pete's.

Meaning what?

Meaning they were poisoned.

And I murdered them, Mr. Favor?

I didn't go that far,
Mrs. Spaulding.

That's what you implied.

Those Indians
were poisoned.

There was arsenic in
the candy you were making.

You've hated me right from the
start, haven't you, Mr. Favor?

I'd like to know
what you have
against me.

Doesn't my word stand
for anything?

I don't know
anything about
arsenic.

I don't even know
what you're talking
about.

Why are you after me?

Those were peaceful Indians.

When I was at your cabin,

there wasn't a single sign
of violence.

You think more
of those dirty savages

than you do of a white woman?

You don't sound very much like
the widow of a missionary man.

Rowdy, help me.

Jeffers...

ride back to the fort, tell them
to come and get Mrs. Spaulding.

Sure, Mr. Favor.

I don't think she'll be here.

Won't she?

No, she's going back
to her folks in New England

and I'm taking her.

I don't think
anyone here

will try
and stop me.

Mr. Favor needs every man here-

you more than any of us.

You let go
of me, Scarlet.

Are you crazy?

You seen what
happened to Pete!

Get going.

Nobody's going
to stop you.

You won't get far.

You won't be able
to fool yourself for too long.

You tell anyone
that comes after her,

they're going to have
to get by me.

Pete dies,
we just might have to do that.

You get your
things together

and get them
in the buggy.

I'll go get the horse.

You won't leave me?

Promise.

You heard what
I said back there.

Are you from
Fort Stiles?

That's right.

I'm with
the cattle drive

trailing directly
north of here.

We got a lady
with us.

Picked her up
some miles back.

What's her name?

Mrs. Spaulding, ma'am.

Oh, thank heavens,
it's Amelia.

Uh, is she all right?

Is anything
the matter
with her?

She's all right, ma'am,
just fine.

We'll follow.

Last time I say
take your potion,

lie down
and keep warm.

I've had all your poison
I can stand.

You give me
my pants and boots, Wishbone.

If you don't,
I'm going to use this on you.

You don't scare me, Pete Nolan.

Can't scare me at all...

because I took
all your bullets out.

Can't trust a man
in a high fever.

I can get some more.

Oh, now,
you be careful.

Wishbone, give me my pants!

If you don't, I'm going to blow
the seat out of 'em.

Now,
you be careful.

Because you know
you're going
to be sorry.

Give me
my pants.

Pete!

Looks like I'm
not going to be
shy a scout after all.

Nice to have you
back with us, Pete.

Well, we ain't going
to have him with us long

unless he does
what I tell him.

I've been doing
nothing but sleeping

or being out of
my mind for days.

You know what
that old goat
wants me to do?

He wants me to take
a sleeping potion.

More sleeping and less talking
is what you need.

Now, a good
long nap

will make you
feel better.

Then you can wake up
and be just as ornery as ever.

Why don't you do
like the man says, Pete.

What's your hurry?

Because I want to
catch up to Rowdy

before he goes so far
he can't come back.

Rowdy's on his own.

That woman is flat
poison, Mr. Favor,

and I feel responsible.

After all, he was doing
some scouting for me

when he found
those Indians

in front of
that cabin.

My ramrod's gone.

I won't take a chance
on losing my scout, too.

Now, you take what
Wishbone's got for you.

That's an order.

Yes.

It ain't an order,
it's a conspiracy.

I'm not so much older than you.

It's just the
long drive today-

the heat and wind.

Why do you say that?

Just being feminine.

You seem so distant...

as though you were
counting your regrets.

I'm sorry.

After the way you
faced up to Mr. Favor,

I supposed you might be
thinking of us.

Well, I... I was
thinking of Pete Nolan,

who I left not knowing
whether he was
dead or alive.

You're blaming me
for that?

No, I...
I'm all mixed up.

You'll see things
in a different light later.

You're the only one
who listens to me

and believes
what I've been through.

I... just promise
not to leave me.

Just don't leave me.

I'm not going
to leave you.

I need you so much.

I need someone
to protect me.

I said
I won't leave you.

It isn't
what I want to hear.

I, uh... you better
get some rest.

We'll be moving out
as soon as the sun
gets up.

Do you think
they'll follow us?

I think so.

Won't do them
any good, though.

I figure we'll put
in to Dobe Crossing
around noon.

We'll get
some supplies then.

You'd better hold it.

Don't move, Rowdy.

Just make sure

you don't
move.

Look, we said
all we had to say.

I'm going to move.

I'm not alone.

Look,
get back, all of you.

You got no right
to hound her.

You'd better
listen, Rowdy.

I know what
I'm going to hear-

about how bad she is.

can she be that bad?

Why couldn't you
stay away from me,
Clarissa!

You never
wanted me- never!

You can ruin
your own life, Amelia,

but you have no right
to ruin anybody else's.

You were always
the noble one-
so strong.

And I wanted
to be like you,
but not anymore.

Please listen to me, Amelia.

Whatever happened
couldn't be helped.

Nobody will
blame you.

Blame?

Once you're back home
in Concord, you'll find peace.

You'll forgive
yourself.

Forgive myself?

Will God forgive me?

I came out here
in His name

as a missionary's wife,
and I...

I killed without reason.

Those savages meant me no harm.

They...

I was in the cabin making candy.

They were standing around
like children

just waiting
until I was finished.

They were laughing,
just like children.

And I...

I poisoned them.

I couldn't help myself.

I couldn't forget
that night

in the South Pass
when those other Indians

were screaming and killing us.

Their faces- streaks of paint-
yellow, black, green.

They've been in my nightmares
ever since.

I was afraid.

I couldn't help myself.

I've never felt the same since.

I never even wanted to learn
one Indian from another.

I tried to forget
they were different.

They were savages, heathens.

I thought
I could hide-

find time enough
to pray for forgiveness.

I thought maybe

I could be close to you.

I...

Amelia.

Amelia!

Amelia.

Forgive me.

I just wanted to go home.

You're so...
you're so strong and...

I...

My name Moon,
captain-

Mr. Moon- your prisoner.

Chief of the Delawares?

Too few of us left
to have chief.

Why, Mr. Moon?

That woman poisoned
four of my brothers.

One live long
enough to tell.

Missionaries in Kansas

teach me be good Christian,
live by Bible.

Does Bible not say
"eye for eye, tooth for tooth"?

May the Lord
have mercy on her soul

and on mine.

I don't know the answer, Rowdy.

Head 'em up!

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'...?

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH
access.wgbh.org