All language subtitles for Wagon Train S02E36 - The Rodney Lawrence Story

Fool cow!

Spent the best part of the
afternoon looking for you.

You ain't got no better sense

than to keep getting
yourself lost.

I've a mind to let
you stay lost!

With that junk
you've been eating,

no telling what
your milk'll taste like.

Come on.

We'll be late for...

Supper.

You wait here, Bess.

Ma! Pa!

Ma! Ma!

Ma!

Why do you fight me?

Have you not eyes to see
that this is none of my doing?

The evil ones used guns.
I have only arrows.

The tracks were made
by white men's horses,

not by the Indian pony.

There is much to do.

I will help you.

Your mother was a brave woman.

What was her name?

Lily.

Pa used to say she was prettier

than the lilies of the field.

She was always toilin'.

Then she'd laugh.

Seems like she
was always laughing at Pa.

Lawrence. Ben and Lily Lawrence.

They call me Ocheo.

I'm Rod.

Where are your people?

None besides?

It is not good to be alone.

When I was a boy,

I lived in the lodges
of my father's people,

the Cheyenne,

and made war
on my white brothers.

But always more came...

And their guns were stronger
medicine than our arrows.

I spoke for peace...

and at times, there was peace.

Then I rode
with the Pony Soldiers.

I carried the words
of the white father

to my Indian brothers.

When war came again,

the Cheyennes were my enemies.

Now I have no enemies.

But I have no friends.

There is no welcome for me

at any fire but my own.

It is not good.

Do not grieve for them.

They are together.

This land is my lodge.

I follow the game and make camp

with the deer and the beaver.

Will you share my fire with me?

For tonight.

Tomorrow, I've got
to go hunting for them.

The small one has a big hate,

but he cannot set out
until his hands have healed,

and there is much to learn

before he follows
the trail of evil men.

Come.

Lily and Ben Lawrence.
Did you do that?

The flowers? Yes.

What about the marker?

No.

Huh.

Sort of makes you wonder.

I mean, an old grave

and a fresh-carved marker.

Somebody who remembered
them came back.

A friend, maybe.

Yeah, and a sentimental
little girl named Mandy McCrae.

Sentimental I maybe be,

but I'm 17, not...

I know, I know.

But lately you've been
mooning around here

like a 10-year-old
with spring fever.

I'm not mooning around.

There's something special
about this place.

D-do you feel it?

No. No, I can't say that I do.

The first time
I came here, I felt...

Oh... I don't know
how to say it,

but, well, as if I'd been
coming toward it all of my life,

as if something wonderful
was going to happen here.

I'll hate to leave it.

Well, I wouldn't
worry about that.

At least not until
Mrs. Elliott has her baby,

and it doesn't seem to be in
any hurry to look at this world.

Ah, but it's a wonderful world,

full of sunlight
and the smell of woods...

and venison for supper.

Your venison might taste
like venison,

but with Wooster
doing the cooking,

this is gonna taste
like old shoe leather.

Is that a hint, Mr. McCullough?

That's a plea, Miss Mandy.

Mr. Flint McCullough, sir,
may we have the honor

of your presence
for supper this evening?

It'd be my pleasure,
Miss McCrae.

I'll be the envy
of all those boys

that have been coming
to court you.

Oh! But you already are.

I've told them all I'm...

just waiting for you to grow up.

You wait long enough,
and I'm just liable to make it.

Yes, there are many wagons
making camp below.

But there's something
you should see.

Why?

It is time for you

to learn the ways
of your people.

You said such a thing
once before,

four summers past.

We went together to a village,

where men seek yellow stones

called gold.

Do you remember?

Yes, I remember.

I remember well how it was,

a place of evil
where men worship

a colored wheel that
spins with a ball in it.

The women color
their faces with paint

and dance like pleasure slaves.

It was a lean winter,

and in the store a man gave us

too little for what
we took to trade.

I would not welcome
ones such as those.

It is said among my people

that no man judge another

until he walks
in his moccasins for one moon.

These are good men.

They can teach you much

about the ways of your people.

It would be the wish
of your father and mother

that you go among them.

And is it your wish?

It will be as you say.

That's gonna be good and tender.

Fresh meat, huh?

Yeah.

Where are you off to?

Well, we're gonna be stuck
here for a couple of days.

I thought I'd just ride into
Truckee and see Bill Dashwood.

You boys, I'm sure,
can handle everything.

Your only problems will
be small ones, shall we say.

That little cuss sure isn't
very anxious to get born, is he?

Don't you worry, Major,
we'll handle everything,

the doctor and all.

You'll take care of the doctor.

All right, I'll do the doctor.

Well, between you,
I'm sure you can handle it.

See you later, boys.

So long.

Where you going with that meat?

Oh, well, uh, I...

I've been invited
tonight, Charlie.

What's the matter
with my cooking?

Well, I just want this venison

to taste like venison.

It is venison.

You're real new
on the train, aren't you?

Joined up couple days ago.

My name's Cullen.

Jason Elliott.

This is Pete Galt.

Hello, Jason.

Howdy, Miss Mandy.

I've been, uh, wondering
about your name.

Mandy, hmm?

That's a pretty name
for a pretty girl.

My name's Peter Galt,

but you being kind of special,
you can call me Pete.

And you can call me
Miss McCrae, Mr. Galt.

Reckon she don't know you
got a way with the women.

One skirmish don't settle a war.

Talk on the train has it

her pa's carrying
plenty of money.

Well.

No harm in combining
business and pleasure.

Evening, Mr. McCrae.

Well, Flint,
I've been expecting you.

Mandy told me you were bringing
some fresh meat for supper.

Well, sit down. Sit down.

Thank you.

She'll be back directly.

Went off to watch the sunset

from some special place
she fancies.

Why don't you finish
that tune you were playing?

Sounded real nice.

Well, all right.

Fact is, I think I like
your playing

just about as well
as I like Mandy's cooking.

I'll take care of him, Mandy.

What do you think you're doing?

He doesn't mean any harm!

You ask me,
we can expect trouble.

He was scouting us,

as mean of looking Indian
as I've ever seen.

MANDY: He wasn't!

I wouldn't worry
about it, Mr. Galt.

I scouted the area pretty well.

All I saw was signs
of a few strays.

Probably just a lonely
Paiute who got curious.

Oh, and by the way,

I wouldn't be quite so
quick with a gun next time.

If you shoot every
Indian you run across,

you're liable to start
a full-scale war.

And you, Miss McCrae,
I don't want you

wandering around in the
woods anymore by yourself.

Now, you listen to
me! You listen to me.

McCRAE: Flint knows
what's best for you, Mandy.

I don't know
what the fuss is about.

Nothing happened.

It's not what happened
that bothers me.

It's what might have happened.

ELLIOTT: Mandy brought
you some broth, honey.

MRS. ELLIOTT: I don't
feel like eating.

You've got to try.

Look, I know it's hard,

but think of the baby.

Since when did you
think of the baby...

Or me either, for that matter!

You and your dreams
of California.

That's all that really mattered.

Taking me away from my home

and family and friends
with a baby coming...

We can pull out at Truckee

and turn back,
if that's what you want.

I'll take you home again.

You'd do that?

Stop it, Abel, stop it!

You've been leading
me on ever since

I first set eyes on you.

Dead wrong!

Leave her alone, Buckley.

Stay out of this.
Ain't no concern of yours.

I said leave her alone!

Fight!

Fight!

All right, everybody,
get back to your wagons.

It's all over.

What's going on, Bill?

Mr. Buckley here
didn't understand

how we take care
of our women on the train,

but I think he understands now.

Might as well cool off, Buckley.

We've been traveling
together a long time,

and maybe we're getting
kind of edgy,

but we're almost there,

so there's no sense
fighting among ourselves.

Mm, something sure smells good.

I be of any help?

No, thanks.

Look, I'm sorry if I spoke
kind of sharp to you today.

I apologized to your father.

All right, then.

♪ You oughta see my Mandy ♪

♪ She comes from way down south

♪ And she's so sweet
the honeybees ♪

♪ They swarm around her mouth ♪

♪ I'll marry you someday ♪

♪ I wish I were an apple ♪

♪ A-hanging on a tree ♪

♪ And every time
I will go past ♪

♪ She'd take a bite of me ♪

♪ Git along home, home, Cindy ♪

♪ Git along home, home, Cindy ♪

♪ Git along home, home, Cindy ♪

♪ I'll marry you someday ♪

♪ I'll marry you someday ♪

What song is that?

I don't know.

I heard a man
and a woman singing it.

Where there are women
there is always singing.

The women there are
thicker than blackbirds,

and noisier, too.

The young men quarrel
over their smiles,

and hurting words
are said in anger.

They're quick to fight,

and the games of their children

are games of killing.

My son, soon all of this

will be swallowed up
by the white man.

Our way of life is passing.

The time will come when you
must go back to your people.

You are my people.

I need no one else.

You will.

It troubles me that you see
only evil among your people.

Perhaps you see
only what you want to see.

I would have you return to them

and seek out the leaders
of the train.

I would have you
follow in their tracks.

If you wanted to give
somebody a present,

what thing would you give?

Man or woman?

Woman.

Young?

Tell me about her.

I've only seen her twice.

Then you know
all you need to know.

When I was a man
old enough to seek a wife,

I went to the wickiup
of One-Eye,

whose daughter
was called Dove Woman,

and the ground
before the wickiup

was heaped with the trophies
of many warriors.

I brought only
a handful of flowers

from the high rock
above the snowline.

All the camp laughed
at the foolish Cheyenne

who came to win a woman
with just a handful of flowers.

But she took the flowers

and would have none other.

How did you know
to bring her flowers?

I knew all about her,

as she knew about me,

from the first look.

It is so with people
who belong to each other.

We were man and wife
from the day we were born.

My heart was her heart.

Her death...

was my death.

Those are moccasin
tracks, all right.

So our nocturnal visitor
was an Indian.

Yeah. First time I
ever knew of an Indian

leaving flowers
when he came to call,

but he walks like one,

and the belt he left
was definitely Paiute.

Mandy, looks like
you got yourself

a very special kind of beau.

You know, Charlie,
this fellow's half pack-rat.

Every time he takes something,

he leaves something in return.

Pretty fair exchange.

You sure you was
awake all night?

Listen, that Indian
comes and goes like a ghost.

Well, he don't eat
like no ghost.

He made off with Mandy's
cornbread breakfast.

Come to think of it,

that was in broad daylight,

and you didn't even see it.

It might solve
all of our problems

if you'd let him sample some
of this poison you call coffee.

And another thing.

A man that can come and go

through our guards
the way he does

ain't exactly
harmless, you know.

Yeah.

Oh! Do that all the time.

Hoecake?

Mm-hmm. Be ready
in five minutes.

I'll fix your supper as soon
as I take this to Mary Elliott.

Here, let me.

Only a sample now.

The rest is for supper.

Well.

They're mighty pretty...

but not nearly
so tasty as hoecake.

Oh, he's been here
within the last five minutes!

Here, I'll get Flint.

Mm.

I am a sight to behold.

Truly, you are a fox at trading,

or your...

or your people
are good and generous.

There's cash on this train,

plenty of it.

Appears to be the right time

to make a pile
and cut a new trail.

How do you figure?

Well, lots of folks,
the Buckleys, for instance,

keep it hid in their wagon.

As I figure it,
we take the money

and the Indian takes the blame.

It's perfect.

FLINT: Those
fresh flowers, Mandy?

Yes.

Did you get them the same way?

Yes, on the steps this morning.

That means that he
was here last night.

What happened?

Mr. Buckley's had
his strongbox broken into

and his money taken.

Are you sure
it was the same man?

Well, I wasn't, until
I saw his calling card.

And yet there's something
about this pattern

that just doesn't seem to fit.

This time he didn't
leave anything,

and the second thing is

I don't see why an Indian
should want money.

He wouldn't do
a thing like that.

Just because a man leaves
you flowers in the morning,

that doesn't mean
that he's a saint.

There were moccasin
tracks leading away

from Buckley's wagon, Mandy.

Yeah, but there was something
odd about those tracks.

Yeah. You know this fellow knows

all the Indian tricks
in the book.

The trail disappears ten
yards away from the wagons.

I'm sorry, Mandy.

Before it was kind of a game,

but this time a man's
life savings are involved.

Next time your friend shows up,

he's gonna have to answer
a lot of questions.

Let's double the guard tonight.

Right. Bye.

I've been waiting for you.

I thought that you
would come again.

They were your people.

I knew it! I knew you
weren't an Indian.

They were killed very near here.

By Indians?

No.

By white men.

Putting the flowers
there was a good thing,

a gentle thing.

I'm called Rod.

My name's Mandy, Mandy McCrae.

Mandy McCrae.

"That has the sound of music,

"and her sunny locks
land on her temples

like golden fleece."

Why, that's Shakespeare.

Have you read it?

In school...

but where did you learn
The Merchant of Venice?

For many winters past,

I read from a book
of my mother's.

I did not know the meaning
of the words until I saw you.

Uh...

I-I thought you might be hungry.

I'm always hungry

when I smell your cooking.

There's much!

Well, you can take
it home with you.

Ocheo will be pleased.

Ocheo?

He's one of great age.

He chose me for a son,

although I'm not of his blood.

He taught me all he knows,

but still I'm not so wise as he.

I think it would be wise
if you didn't go down

to the wagon train again.

Why?

They're looking for you.

Why?

Because they think
you've stolen.

I did not steal.

I pay for what I take.

The things you left behind,

well, some people say
they have no value,

but up until now
it was a kind of game.

But after the money
was taken... Money?

I have no need of money.

The money's gone,
a man's life savings.

You see, after they found
the moccasin tracks,

it was just like...

I did not steal any money.

You forgot this.

I have nothing to give you
in exchange for it.

Don't be silly. It's a present.

Oh. And the little lady

will not say that I stole it?

The little lady

wishes to continue
acting like a lady,

but she may change her mind

if you keep acting like a fool.

Do you believe
I would do such a thing?

Would I be here if I did?

Not since the days when Dove
Woman made meals for me

have I tasted
anything like this.

I shall have to send
her a present

the next time you see her.

I shall go no more.

Has the wagon train gone?

I should like to see

the eyes of the young one

when he speaks to me.

Money was taken from a wagon.

There are those
who say that I stole it.

Why?

Because I went
to the wagons in darkness,

and I went as the fox.

But always, I left payment
for what I took.

Okay, my son, I want you

to go back to the camp
of the white man.

I want you to seek out
the man called Flint

and tell him all of this truly,

as you've told me here.

It shall be as you wish, Ocheo.

Thank you, Miss Mandy.

Mighty good.

Tasty, but a mite weak, though.

Oh, I don't know, Charlie.

Not much more a man
could ask for, really.

Good hot coffee, a warm
fire, and some good friends.

Say, how 'bout
a little song, huh?

That's a pretty good idea.

Have you got your harmonica?

I'll go get it.

Good.

Now, that's what
I really call coffee,

wouldn't you say, Bill? This
is real good, for a change.

Galt.

What do you think you're doing?

Go on, double back.

How'd it happen, Keller?

He must've come on the Indian.

Galt and I heard the shots,

saw the Indian
bending over McCrae.

I got in a couple shots

at him as he ran.

Galt went after him.

Father!

Flint, I want by!

You can't do any good.

It's my fault.

It's all my fault.

If you're gonna blame
somebody, blame me.

I sent him after that harmonica.

You don't understand.

I've seen him.
I've talked to him.

The Indian?

He's not an Indian.

His name is Rod Lawrence.

I should've told you then.

If I had...

maybe my father'd
still be alive.

Bill?

Take care of her, will you?

I got some tracking to do.

I'm looking for
the man called Flint.

Your name Lawrence?

Are you Flint?

Yes.

I've come to talk to you.

We've got a lot to talk about.

There's the killer!
Let's get him!

All right, people.

Anything you've got in mind,
just forget it!

But he's the killer!

He's the one
that took the money!

Keep out of it, lady.

You've got a tender heart,
McCullough.

Now, if anything's settled,
it'll be in Truckee.

McCullough's right.

Let's handle this legal-like.

Charlie, take him
to the major's wagon.

I'll talk with you later.

All right, you people,
get back to your wagons!

Thanks for the help, Keller.

Nothing you couldn't
handle by yourself.

Just wanted you to know we'd
be ready to stand guard duty.

Thanks.

You look after the Indian.

He gets away,
we stand to lose a pile.

How do you figure?

Major's banker for half
the people on this train.

Why push our luck?

A man who don't push it,
don't deserve it.

Come on.

And you came here to tell me

that you didn't take the money?

Yes.

Well, I believe you.

And I don't think
you killed McCrae,

but I'm the only one
that thinks that.

Perhaps you can help me.

An Indian was seen
leaving the wagon,

but his moccasins do not leave

the same tracks as yours.

The Indian you live with,

would he place any value

on the money of the white man?

You speak as a friend,

but you accuse one

who hasn't an evil thought.

I don't accuse.
I only ask for help.

Flint!

Come quick, it's Mrs. Elliott.

Her baby's coming.
Well, where's Hawkes?

He's with Mr. Elliott.
Come on, get some water.

You stay right here
and keep an eye on him.

Yes, sir.

I can guard him good.

Hey, how 'bout
a little two-handed?

You don't play cards, huh?

Too bad.
I'll have to tie you up.

WOOSTER: I just can't
figure it out,

a nice-looking
young fella like you

going around stealing.

And he won't even play cards!

In fact, you won't even talk.

Now, get going.
Why do you do this?

The way I see it,
if you did kill McCrae,

you wouldn't have
come back here.

I don't think you did do it,

but the law may
not see it that way,

even if you get
to Truckee alive,

so I'm gonna give you a break.

I'll remember it. Don't
stand here talking.

Get moving, and this time, uh...

don't come back.

You got away.

You got away and you came here.

That was foolish.

I'm gonna call for Flint,

and you're not gonna move
until he gets here.

They said the man that
was killed was your father.

You've got to know that it
wasn't I that killed him.

Why?

Where is the young one
called Rod?

Go! Go on! Go quickly!

We heard the shots
and came running,

just in time to see them
headed for the woods.

I winged one of 'em.

I guess I was wrong about him.

Any sign of Wooster?
Maybe he went after them.

It's just like that
old goat. Yeah.

You look after the train.

Those two have got
a camp up there somewhere.

I'm gonna find it.

We must talk.

I have to stop the bleeding.

The bleeding is inside.
You cannot stop it.

I leave you
in bad trouble, my son.

You are being hunted,

among them the two

who have done these evil things.

I will kill those two. No.

I know what is in your heart.

Once...

many winters past,

I too was mad with a grief...

that is in you now.

A wagon of supplies belonging

to the Pony Soldiers
was ambushed,

the driver killed,

the wagon burned.

Then the soldiers came
upon a Paiute village

where there were only
women and children.

The braves were out hunting.

The soldiers believed
that the evil

was of the Paiute doing.

The soldier leader
was young and rash.

He ordered the village
burned as a lesson.

When the women and children

tried to stop this,

they were shot down.

Among them...

were Dove Woman

and my son.

With this knife,

I killed a woman and child,

his woman, his child,

but his pain did not stop mine.

For more winters than
you have lived, my son,

this knife has been in my heart.

I have been what I am,

a brother to the fox,

to the crow,

because I do not belong...

to the world of men.

You must go back
to your own kind, my son.

Seek out a good man
and follow him.

You've been like my blood father

since the first time
we camped together.

I don't want to be
different than you.

You must be better.

A man wants his son to do right

where he did wrong.

I...

bid you long life...

without loneliness, my son.

May he drink his reward
from thy ever-flowing spring.

May he wander
through thy never-ending,

game-filled trails.

And may there
he find his loved ones.

ROD: Make no sign
that I am here.

Only listen.

Last night, a man
helped me to escape,

a white man.

He is called Keller.

But he's been gone
all night searching for you.

And the other one?

Galt?

They rode out together.

In which direction?

That way.

I will find them.

Why?

To kill them.

Tell your people this.

When Ocheo came to find me,

he saw these men in a wagon.

They were stealing
and making it seem

as if I had stolen,

and because he saw them,
he was killed,

as your father was killed.

Come with me, Rod.

We'll find Hawkes and Flint

and when we tell them... No.

Such men as these
killed my parents long ago.

Ocheo would not let me
follow them

because I was too young.

Listen to me.

He stopped you once before,

and he'd stop you again
if he could.

I must live my own way,

not Ocheo's, and not yours.

Rod?

Rod!

Ow! Oh, my head,
my head, my head.

What happened? What happened?

Oh! Oh!

My head.

Blood.

Oh!

You been drinking again?

What's the matter with you?

I've been laying under that
wagon half dead all night.

The last thing I remember
I was guarding a prisoner,

and somebody hit me
over the head. Look, blood.

Oh! I said look. Don't touch it.

Here it is broad daylight.

Been under there all night.

I might've died,
and nobody even known it.

Don't anybody
miss me around here?

I thought it was kind of
quiet for a change.

Major'd been here,
I bet he'd have found me.

You ought to be glad
he isn't here,

with the prisoner
and all that money gone.

Oh, not the money! Oh...

Now, wait a minute, Flint.

Later, Charlie.

Next time there's any guarding

done around here, I'll do it.

I got business with Keller...
They're not back yet.

Back from where?

They figured they could
cut that Indian off upstream.

They're pretty clever.
They got us all fooled.

MANDY: Flint,
you gotta stop him!

Stop who?

Rod! He's gone
after Keller and Galt!

We'd better be moving on.

Take cover, you fool!

Keller?

Keller!

Keller!

It's him you want, not me.

That's the truth!

It was all his idea,

about me wearing the moccasins

and putting the blame on you.

This is the knife of Ocheo,

who was killed.

Which did the killing?

He shot the Indian.

Always too fast with a gun.

I never would've
harmed an old man.

I swear.

Then you'll be the first.

When Ocheo and I
made camp together,

we killed for meat
or to keep warm,

and for no other reason.

But you deserve to die.

Oh, no!

They deserve to die.

Not by your hand.

Put down the knife.

You would protect such as these?

Maybe I protect
the way of Ocheo.

What do you know of Ocheo?

Just what I heard you say.

If you kill these,

you destroy what is left of him.

And you would spare them?

They'll be alive
and in shape to stand trial

when we get to Truckee.

I'll get the horses.

Well, they won't get away
this time, Charlie.

I'm sure glad you brought
Keller and Galt back.

Leastwise now I know
who I'm guarding.

I was beginning to think your guarding
was about as bad as your cooking.

Oh, you don't mean that.

Just think, they had
all that money

in their saddlebags
all the time.

Flint, you all right?

Oh, yes. I'm all
right, Miss McCrae.

And Rod.

What about Rod?

Well, he just sort
of disappeared.

He kind of got
swallowed up by the night.

Oh.

I guess he went back
to his own world.

He didn't want anything from us.

Mandy.

Ocheo said I was to find
the good ones among you

and follow in their path.

He meant the men
like the one called Flint,

and he meant you.

Come with us now.

ADAMS: Wagons, ho!