All language subtitles for Rawhide - 1X10 - Incident Of The Golden Calf

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!

The breeding
ground of the cattle

is the southern tip of Texas,

and the markets are over
a thousand miles away.

A day's drive on
the Sedalia Trail

is eight, ten miles at the most.

Fine and easy when
the prairie grass is fresh

and the river's wet.

But you have to keep going
when the grasses are parched

and the water has
disappeared under the drought.

That's when the
cows become skittish,

hard to manage.

And nobody takes his boots off

as long as it lasts.

The last one to take
his boots off is me...

Gil Favor, trail boss.

There's a man sitting
up there all alone.

In this heat?

Yeah, and no horse anywhere.

Oh?

He's all decked out

in one of them
black frock coats.

You talk to him?

No, I didn't.

Could be a decoy.

Indians pull stunts like that.

This I got to see.

Well, he was here.

He was sitting
right on that log.

Wings on him?

Fly away?

He's got to be here somewhere.

Pete, it's awful hot.

Just in case that was a decoy,

we better be ready.

Yeah, Pete.

What's the matter, mister?

The Lord bless you, son.

What are you doing out here

in the wilderness?

What are we doing?

You a preacher?

You can call me Brother Bent.

You lost?

Lost is the word, son.

What's he, a preacher?

I'm a servant of God, yes.

Preacher or an undertaker...

Which?

He's a preacher, Wish.

Where are you heading?

Nowhere.

Couple of more
hours in this sun,

you'll get there.

You all alone?

I am indeed alone,
for I failed God.

You men smell cattle?

You are cattle.

God has answered my prayer.

He hasn't left me alone
on the plains of Gomorrah.

They tore me from my pulpit.

They rode me out of town.

They whooped and they hollered

till they drove poor Abner mad.

I couldn't control him.

Poor, miserable beast
must still be running.

Something we can do
for you, Brother Bent?

Well, my soul's in perdition,

but you can save the
wretched body housing it.

A meal?

A job.

Do you know cattle?

I grew up with them.

Rode many a trail up
and down these parts.

But why should
you trust your herd

to a man who failed his flock?

We can always use another hand.

A good hand.

Rowdy, lend Brother
Bent your horse.

You see that cow

with the brown
splotches on his rump?

Frisking his head?

Cut him out for me.

You know, it's peculiar

him being right
on our trail like that.

As if he was waiting for us.

We don't know much about him.

We'll find out all
we need to know.

Hey!

Awful jittery.

They're all jittery.

We had a little
thunder last night.

That one seems like
a real troublemaker.

That why you wanted
him cut out, Mr. Favor?

Mushy, you and Brother
Bent slaughter him up.

We'll eat steak
again for awhile.

All right, let's get it
done, Brother Bent.

I'm on?

Consider your bedroll
thrown in the wagon.

Pete, have the wrangler
give him a horse.

Wishbone will give you a gun.

No, I never carry one.

Suit yourself.

You'll draw for who
rides drag in the morning.

Case you've all forgotten,
we're pushing a big herd.

Let's get at it.

We're ready here.

All right, Brother Bent.

Let's see what you can do, dude.

Attaboy!

Go get 'em, Scarlet.

Attaboy, Joe!

All right, it's
time for old Pete

to judge this here contest now.

That Jim Quince has
got nerves like steel.

Ah...

Uh, the loser's Joe Scarlet.

Ah, Joe, you're
getting a little old, huh?

And trailing by a few
drops, Brother Bent.

Days of drag!

Well, it looks like you
were just born to eat dust.

Drag or point...

It's all the same
on the long journey.

They both end up
at the same place.

Amen. Amen, brother.

A lot like old times, isn't it?

Start out with men

half of them green,
half of them rusty,

and you turn
them into an outfit.

I don't know how you do it.

They're all good
men to start with.

You reading the good book

for breakfast, Brother Bent?

The soul needs feeding too, son.

You haven't told us
much about this town

that rode you out, Brother Bent.

Well, not much to tell.

It was an ordinary little town.

Most of the inhabitants

came to the meeting
house on Sunday

to hear me say a few
words from the pulpit.

Quiet, God-fearing,
hardworking little town.

Then what got into them?

The devil.

Do you know the devil?

You talk like you've
seen him, Brother Bent.

He had no shape or form,
but he had a name... greed.

The plague that
corrupts the human heart.

It spreads like the flood...
Nay, like a pestilence.

You breathe it in.

You catch it from one another.

Greed. That's what
drove me from that town.

All right, let's butt

those saddles!

Bet three dollars.

I'll call ya.

High cards.

Two cards.

They broke camp, Mr. Crowley.

Herd's on the move again.

How far ahead?

I'd say about 12 miles.

Aces and kings.

Time to move.

All right, mount up!

You're right...
We're being followed.

You know, something
got me curious.

Whatever gave you the feeling
to send me back like that?

Tail end of the
herd, no stragglers.

Cattle bunch up that way,

they have the feeling
they're being followed.

One thing... it didn't
figure to be another herd

this late in the season.

You're right about that, too.

Cowboys, but no herd.

They start when we start
and stop when we stop.

Must be two of them to our one.

Well, they got one
less advantage now...

We know they're there.

I'm figuring the same way
we got one more advantage...

They don't know we know.

Is there one among you knows

what day this is?

Is it Independence Day?

It's the Lord's day.

Yea.

The Sabbath.

And though we
drive the herd today,

as on other days,

it's fittin' that we give pause,

if only for a lovin' moment

to say a few solemn
words to set this day apart.

I take from my text...

I take from my text... the
parable of the golden calf.

Exodus, chapter 32.

"For in the Sinai wilderness

"Aaron cast the
earrings and the jewelry

"of the children of
Israel into the fire

"and fashioned
them a golden calf

and the people fell down and
worshipped the idol as God."

So it happened in the town
I've already told you about.

A man brought a
rock to the assayer

and the assayer
named its name: gold.

And the people fell down

and worshipped
the gold as an idol.

They rushed into the
hills after more gold.

Good went from their hearts

and greed came in its place.

They forgot about God

and drove their man of
God into the wilderness.

But God has given
it to these eyes

to behold this evil and go
forth and cry out unto you

and to you, and
to you and to you!

Oh, this people have
sinned a great sin

and have made them gods of gold.

Oh, you who are the lifeline

of this great and
growing nation...

close your eyes to the
sins of the golden calf.

Let your rewards be your
own accomplishments.

Amen.

Now, in case any of you men

think that these were
just preacher's words,

let me show you what
the greed for gold can do,

not only to the soul,

but to the body
of a man as well.

Must've left it in my saddlebag.

It sure does glitter.

Just what I was thinking.

And it sure does look like it.

I never saw a nugget this size.

It's gold. High-grade, too.

It's almost pure gold.

Then he was telling the truth
about that town he spoke about.

It truly exists somewhere.

Here.

See for yourselves.

He looked something like you.

What happened to Joe Scarlet?

Traded places with him.

Hey, the town they,
uh, rode you out of...

They chase you all the way?

Well, they stampeded my
horse, wrecked my buggy.

Well, couldn't have been too
far from where we picked you up.

I didn't say how
long they chased me.

What did you say the name
of this town was, Brother Bent?

I like that... No beating
around the bush.

You come right out with it.

I like you, Flagg, that's
why I'll never tell you.

I refuse to be the instrument

to the poisoning of your soul.

I used to be a prospector.

Glad to hear the
words, "used to be."

Well, I might like
to try my luck again.

The herd seems to
be leaning to my side,

I better trim it.

It's for your own good
I'm not telling you, Flagg.

I'm real sorry you're
eating dust for nothing.

They're keeping out of sight

but they're down
there somewhere.

Gives you the creeps.

Beats me why Mr. Favor
didn't pick a better place

to make noon camp
instead of setting us out here

in the slope like sitting ducks.

Where he calls noon
camp's his business.

Anybody spot anything?

No. They know how
to keep out of sight.

Wish Mr. Favor would
see fit to give 'em battle.

Me, too!

Put that thing away
before you hurt yourself!

Rowdy?

Yeah.

Got a job for you.

Want you to trail
boss for a spell.

Trail boss?

You'll be shorthanded.

Most of the men will
stay here with me.

I want the herd moved
out over the pass.

Sure, Mr. Favor.

We really going to fight?

I don't know.

When they see us on the
move, they'll be on the move.

We'll be waiting for
them, and we pick the spot.

They can either
fight us or pass us.

The choice is up to them.

Well, let 'em come.

You won't be there.

A trail herd without
a chuck wagon

doesn't look alive.

Take over, Rowdy.

All right, let's butt
those saddles.

We've got a herd to move!

So, you think?

They're herd
hungry... They'll show.

Here they come.

That's far enough!

Step off your horses and
stand away from them.

Rocket.

That the lot of you?

Who are you?

You're Gil Favor.

I know who I am.

I'm Clint Crowley.

You been trailing us
for the last five days.

We haven't been trailing
you... We've just been stalling.

Lost our herd to Texas fever.

Not exactly looking forward

to going home with the news.

Sorry about your herd.

It's not only the herd.

I've got a contract to
deliver so many head

to Dobson each year.

I fail this year,

the contract is forfeited.

Not only me,

but the whole town
of Crowley is ruined.

So, you figured to help
yourself to my herd?

I was tempted to try.

I'm not a crooked
man, Mr. Favor.

I'm willing to buy

your cows.

Make an offer.

Four dollars a head.

They're worth 40.

At the end of the trail.

That's a long way
off... A lot can happen.

Trail driver takes his chances.

Best I can do.

We'll relieve you
of your ammunition

and you can go on.

Brother Bent?

He's setting us loose
on the plains unarmed?

Be grateful to him for
removing temptation.

Always carry a man
of God with you?

Your gun belt.

Yours, sir.

They can't go on
like this much longer.

Cheer up, son.

There's good grazing
land six miles ahead.

Six miles?

Beyond that ridge.

And water a day's
drive past that.

I guess you know Chisholm
and Goodnight better.

My first drive on the Sedalia.

Appreciate any information.

We had a wet winter
and a wetter spring.

Lazy River's got
plenty of water.

It's a ways off the trail.

Some, but if they had water,

your cows would make up
for the day or two they'd lose.

I was counting
on getting supplies

in the town of Mudluck.

Well, there's Juniper
on the Lazy River.

Not much of a town as towns go,

but you can get most
anything you want there.

Hey, Wishbone, come on in!

I bathe once in a
while, too, you know.

I never have seen you do it.

Come on, Mushy.

Brother Bent?

You're mighty handy
to have around.

If you should ever decide

to trade in the
pulpit for the trail,

I'll have a place for you.

Well, I'll remember that, son.

We got to find a
way to make him talk.

That's no problem.

That's what he does
easiest and best.

The trick is to make
him say anything.

This belong to you?

No man ever wholly owned gold.

All of it rightfully
belongs to the devil.

Believe me, friend,

it hurt me more
than it hurt you.

That's the evil power of gold.

Trouble when you have it,

trouble when you
want to get rid of it.

That gold sure did teach
you a powerful lesson.

You know the difference
between God's gold

and the Devil's gold?

Well, I'll tell you.

God's gold must be
earned with sweat and toil.

But the Devil's gold
can be taken as easily

as Adam plucked the apple
from the tree of knowledge.

There was this gold lying
about in chunks and nuggets

about the size of a man's fist

right up in the hills
behind my town.

Is it still lying
around up there?

The outcroppings are scraped up,

but there are undoubtedly
rich loads beneath.

But don't waste your
breath asking me about it.

I'm your friend!

I'm not going to lead
you to the grazing fields

of the golden calf.

Mushy! Yes, sir?

I'm ready, sir.

Well, come up here
close and ease it down

gentle like.

Oh, let her go,
Mr. Wishbone, I can handle it.

That'll teach you to
keep away from whisky.

Packs quite a wallop, don't it?

Where's our poker
barrel, Wishbone?

You know, I'm losing money
every minute I'm not playing.

You and your bragging.

I'm not bragging.

I'm the best poker
hand on the trail.

My winnings prove it.

That's because you been
taking on plumb amateurs.

Well, they don't know
their ace from the deuce.

Meaning you're an expert?

There's three
things I'm proud of.

My sourdough keg,

my beard,

and my poker playing.

You're protecting your
reputation by never playing.

I'm waiting for higher stakes.

I mean to pluck you drovers

when you collect
your pay in Sedalia.

I call that bluff. Now.

Well, if you want to lose
all your winnings, I'm willing.

In real money. Cash money.

Nothing else but.

And get the spigot
and the cups, Mushy.

After we get it up
there, you jasper!

Sorry, Mr. Rowdy.

Mr. Wishbone tell me

when Mr. Favor gives and order,

you drop everything.

We will continue with Rawhide
after station identification.

Check. Pass.

Open for three. I'll call.

Call.

Keep this one.

Discard the face
cards, Wishbone.

How would you like
somebody peeping

over your shoulder
in the pulpit,

whispering in your ear?

"Quote this chapter,
not that one."

I'd pay heed if the
man knew his scriptures.

Well, this is poker
playing, Brother Bent,

not preaching.

Three cards.

Two.

Take three to see 'em.

Call.

Three treys.

Well, just add five
to each one of those,

and that's what I got.

Well, I beat him without help.

Want to sit in, Brother Bent?

Deal me in.

A preacher? Gambling?

I figure the good Lord will
overlook this one transgression,

since it's in such a good cause.

We're playing for keeps. Money?

Well, that I haven't
got, but, uh...

will this do for security?

Meanwhile, we can just

use these pebbles for chips.

50 cents apiece.

A dollar.

Pebbles don't care.

Open for a dollar.

Cards.

Three cards.

I'll take one.

Two.

Check to the one.

Three.

Three?

And 20.

No use picking up more pebbles.

Here's my nugget
against everything you got

in front of you.

Full house.

Beats me.

The Lord giveth,
the Lord taketh away.

Brother Bent.

I'll give you a
chance to get it back.

Well, this is all
I have to put up.

We'll cut for high card.

The nugget, all the money I got,

against the name of the place

where this nugget came from.

It'll be fate. Not me.

All right.

The ace of hearts,
you lucky prospector.

The only thing that will
beat it is the ace of spades.

One chance in 51.

You men put up
all your holdings,

and if I lose,
you'll all be in on it.

I said, put up everything.

What you got in your pockets?

Wishbone...

you do me the honor.

Well, I'll be toasted on a spit.

The ace of spades.

Well, so it is.

I guess the fates just
didn't want you to know

the name of that place.

The Lord, taketh away,
and the Lord giveth back.

Brother Bent, when
Quince asked you

how come you were gambling,

you said it was
for a good cause.

What cause?

The cause of proving to you

the evils and
dangers of gambling.

What I really did was
deliver a little sermon

with the aid of 52 assistants.

I trust you boys all
learned a lesson.

And it might please you to know

that your contribution
will help establish

a new house of worship.

Come and get it!

Mr. Favor's breaking
out the whisky keg.

Come and get it.

Most of you men have
ridden with me before

and know my trail rules.

I don't set my men
loose on trail towns.

We do our drinking
outside the town,

save the big blow off
for the end of the drive.

We'll hold here for a
few days, rest the cattle.

So you can do your
drinking now, on the house.

Line up, here!

Come on, line up.

Riding into Juniper. You
want to come with me?

Oh, no, I don't
think it would be fair,

being as the other
men are staying here.

Right.

See you later.

Never, thank you.

Liquor is another
of man's plagues.

We were just
drinking a toast to the...

To the downfall of the Devil,

and his ways.

Well, there isn't anything I
wouldn't do for that cause.

While we're at it, let's, uh,

let's drink to something
more positive.

To the return of virtue
and righteousness

to the town of...

drunk or sober, the name of that
town will never pass these lips.

Thank you, brother.

Still following me?

Juniper's off the
Sedalia trail, Favor.

Besides, we had to buy ourselves

some ammunition.

You sell them the ammunition?

Add the cost to my bill.

That settle our account?

Maybe his...

but not mine.

What's on your mind?

Two years ago's on my mind.

You broke the rules,
you deserved to be fired.

The high and mighty
Mr. Favor and his fancy rules.

Insults you.

Won't give you the
satisfaction of a fair fight.

Not the high and
mighty Mr. Favor.

Against his principles
to fight with hired hands.

You're not my
hired hand anymore.

Ah.

Shooting him wouldn't give
me near enough satisfaction.

That's what you want.

List of supplies I want.

Mr. Favor, we're in bad trouble.

The whole outfit's quit.

They go into town?

Well, they quit for good.

They packed up their
bedrolls and took off.

Without wages?

Yeah, they, they
sort of went crazy.

They got Brother Bent drunk,

and he told them about
some town that was loaded

with gold, and off they rode.

All of them?

All expect Pete and Wishbone.

They're doing their
best to guard the herd.

Why didn't you
ride in and tell me?

I thought I'd better
stay with the herd.

Where are we going to
get a new crew, boss?

No chance of
getting one in Juniper.

What do you think?

I'm going back to town.

You never know what
card fate'll turn up next.

Here I am with plenty
of men and no cows,

and there you are with
plenty of cows and...

I'll hire your men.

Double their regular wages.

We don't work for Mr. Favor.

Won't solve my problem.

I got to have beef on the hoof,

or I lose my contract.

Your offer still stand?

My offer still stands.

$4.00 a head.

Juniper's been taking
some of my money.

$2.00 a head.

That's less than they were
worth when they were calved.

With only four men to tend them,

your cows will
scatter all over Texas.

My men

can pick them up for nothing.

That's the way
vultures do business.

You're between the
devil and the deep blue.

Be glad I'm a businessman
with no time to waste.

I'd like to start driving
those cows tonight.

Draw up the papers.

First time I lost a herd.

Feel kind of naked
without my chuck wagon.

$2.00 a head.

I'll pay back the lost if it
takes the rest of my life.

We going straight
back, Mr. Favor?

Plenty of time in the morning.

Now I know what Crowley meant

not being in a hurry to
go home with bad news.

Find something?

No, just some wild cat sign.

All I know is, whoever
the thieves were,

they sure knew how
to hide their tracks.

I still say they must have
moved in shallow water.

What's the difference?

You lose your hands,

you lose your herd,

and you lose your money.

How do you explain it to
the people who trusted you?

It wasn't your fault, Mr. Favor.

They could have jumped
me just as easy, Wishbone.

I keep thinking of
this Crescent City.

What Crescent City?

That's the place

Brother Bent told the boys about

when they got him drunk.

Rich load, outcroppings,

gold to be picked off the trees.

It isn't much out of the way.

What-What have we got to lose?

Well, if it's not
much out of the way.

We might as well go now.

Nobody feels like sleeping.

Strange.

Not a man or a horse

in sight anywhere.

And doesn't look
like there's been any

for sometime.

I know he said Crescent City.

Well, it's still kind of early

in the morning yet.

It's not that early.

Mr. Favor.

The gold?

Greed is man's ruination.

The truest words

Brother Bent ever spoke.

No gold in those hills, huh?

No gold, no hills.

Nothing but abandoned diggings

in an abandoned town.

That devil preacher
played a dirty trick on us.

Will you take us
back, Mr. Favor?

We'll take a cut in pay

for the time we lost you.

Mr. Favor had to
sell the herd, dude.

All that gold talk,
we just didn't think.

What you doing
with my cook's louse?

Mushy? Isn't he with you?

What do you mean?

Well, he was riding with us,

but all of a sudden,
he changed his mind

and rode back to rejoin you.

When?

Well, the afternoon
we quit on you.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Mushy's in trouble?

I have the feeling
Brother Bent could tell us

what happened to Mushy.

I have the feeling

Brother Bent could
tell us a lot of things.

Yeah, but where are you
going to find Brother Bent?

I'm going back to the herd.

Our herd.

Our herd, all right.

Yeah, makes me feel good

just looking at them.

Bet $3.00.

Well, son, I'll just
have to call you.

I'll stay.

I'm out.

A little nine-high straight.

I guess I better turn in

before I lose all my
wages for the whole drive.

Ah, deal me out.

I got to check the night riders.

This is my lucky night.

What do you want here, Favor?

Looking for a stray.

Mr. Favor.

It seems I found him.

I changed my mind, Mr. Favor.

I came back.

They was robbing
you when I rode up.

I tried to yell.

Shut up.

You took your
money back, Crowley.

That cancels our deal.

Just like that?

I'm taking my herd back.

You better take your
men and go, Favor,

while the going...

Hold it, Favor.

You ain't going anywhere.

I been waiting a
long time for this.

Just a minute, Rocket.

I went along with
the tricking the herd

from Mr. Favor.

I helped you do it.

I went along

with taking the
money back from him.

But I draw the line at murder.

What's the matter
with you, Dave Bent?

You been taken in with
your own preaching?

Maybe I have.

Get out of the way, Davey boy.

I'm going to shoot, Dave,

whether you get
out of the way or not.

I'll shoot right through you.

Try it!

Owe you my life, Brother Bent.

In a way, Mr. Favor,
I owe you mine.

Mr. Crowley here owes
you something else, too.

Keep it.

I'm buying back the herd.

You better keep it, Crowley,
and thank providence

you got nothing more
on your conscience

than a robbery
that didn't come off.

Like I said, Brother Bent...

Dave Bent.

You can throw your
bedroll in with us.

We'd be glad to have
you with the drive.

Well, thanks, Mr. Favor,

but seems like with
all my preaching,

I finally got me a convert.

Myself.

I just don't feel natural
anymore without my bible

and my preaching hat.

Maybe I'm wrong, but I guess

what I've done sort of
makes me feels as though

I'd rather be with the
good Lord than again' him.

Good luck, Brother Bent.

Thanks, Mr. Favor.

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'... ♪