All language subtitles for Rawhide - 2X12 - Incident At Spanish Rock

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, throw
And brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be
livin' High and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love Will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be 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 ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Hey, boss!

You men on the
flank, come on up here!

You have a large herd, Señor...?

Favor. Gil Favor.

Señor Favor.

So many little things can
happen to a large herd, eh?

What is your name, señor?

What do you want?

I am Major Alexio Villegro,

on special assignment from Díaz,

el presidente of the
Republic of Mexico.

My credentials.

Authority has been vested
in me by Díaz himself

for the arrest of
a citizen of Mexico

who is one of your crew.

What's the citizen's name?

Francisco Volero.

He is the second
man on your right.

Perez, Castillo,
take the prisoner.

Now, you better hold it.

I shouldn't have to remind
you that this is Texas.

Texas, for one
reason or another,

is a member of
the United States.

Maybe it would be best if I
went with them, Señor Favor.

It would be... Shut up, Frank.

Major Villegro,

as you can see,
we're pushing a herd.

It takes a lot of men.

Now, Frank's one of my men.

I can't spare him.

If it's all the same to you,
we'll get back to our herd.

Stop.

It is not all the same to me.

You.

What is your full name?

Francisco Armando
Volero y Carenza.

You hear him, señor?

I heard him give his name. So?

He hides from presidente
Díaz, just like his father.

What's that mean to you, Frank?

Señor Favor,

I joined your herd to work,

not to bring trouble.

Now I think it's
best for me to leave.

Why?

His father fights Díaz, señor.

His father is a revolutionary.

Let us have him, señor.

Let us take him away from you,

for his good, and for yours too.

For his good and
for mine, he stays.

The Republic of
Mexico stands or falls

upon a drover's decision,

eh, señor?

Hey, those cows are
dropping off on the flank.

Let's get at them.

Señor Favor?

Mm-hm?

Hey, leaving us, Frank?

I would...

Señor Favor, I have
to tell you some things.

You, uh, think it's about time?

When I signed on with you,

I did not give you
my right name.

The family name, that is.

Most of the men we get don't.

I should have.

What's your reason?

I have never believed
in fighting, Señor Favor.

When my father went to the
hills to raise an army to fight,

I could not stay with him.

Your father, uh,
really General Volero?

Sí.

He's fighting for
what makes sense,

the word is.

Nothing in the world is worth

killing other people
for, Señor Favor.

Those fellas today,

they figure they can get at
your father through you, huh?

Maybe it would be
best if I just rode out.

Aren't you sleepy, Frank?

Oh, no, Señor Favor. I
am anything but sleepy.

I am. You should be too.

You mean,

you want me to
stay, Señor Favor?

I am sleepy too, señor.

Mayor!

It came from inside.

Señor Carroyo.

You are disturbing
my sport, Julio.

There are visitors, señor.

Your mind is wandering.

They're outside.

You disappoint me, Julio.

Even a lowborn peón like myself

knows that one does not
permit visitors to stand about

outside one's door.

And you are a hidalgo.

Or were.

Shall I let them in?

Sí, Julio, sí.

Hey, capitán Villegro.

Mayor, Señor Carroyo.

I am a fool.

I should have known by this
time you would be a mayor.

You will forgive me, mayor.

I have now to finish
my evening's devotions.

Your aim is good.

My hatred is great.

Of clay dolls?

Of women.

That is not how you
were known in Mexico.

That was before
my wife betrayed me.

You are too highborn
to ask me with whom,

but I will tell you anyway.

She betrayed me with death.

I am sorry, señor.

Who do you kill when
your wife dies, mayor?

Clay dolls, señor,
it would seem.

You do not shed tears
for my sorrow, eh?

Mayor Villegro,
you appear lonely,

almost naked.

Where's the boy?

What do you know of him?

You receive your
orders. I receive mine too.

The presidente
writes a very fine hand.

I had much trouble reading it.

We found him.

We were unable to take him.

Why?

What is there to
taking him dead?

He is the son of
his father, isn't he?

What is there to
taking him alive?

He is a drover
with a cattle drive.

He has many friends.

How many men do you
have, besides those two?

Lieutenant Perez.

Lieutenant Castillo.

I'm impressed.

Six men outside.

Julio!

Beans, cheap wine,

and quarters in the
stables for the six peónes.

And afterwards, the same for me.

Sí, señor.

And a bottle of
the wine you drink

for the mayor and
his lieutenants.

Sí.

He has expensive
taste, that one.

Who is he?

Don Julio Remoza,

a fine, Spanish gentleman, yeah.

The father of my dead wife.

You were at the
cantina again, Marie.

Yes, Grandfather,

I was at the cantina again,

and I danced and I sang.

Except I think they like my
legs more than my voice.

Marie,

you're a lady.

Ladies have legs, Grandfather.

Oh, you must be
getting very old.

You've forgotten.

But they don't
display them to peónes

at the cantina at Spanish Rock.

You forget who your mother was.

I remember who my father is.

Juan Carroyo, retired bandit.

Present drunkard.

The Sedalia Trail
approaches Spanish Rock.

The herd must come close.

Now, if you give us
some of your men...

I have no men.

You own every soul
in Spanish Rock,

not to mention those
on the hacienda.

They're old women, all of them.

They were not old when
you led them in battle

for presidente Díaz.

Villegro, you are a mayor,

but you are also a fool.

I led them against
fat haciendados,

to rob and to plunder.

I was not a general,

I was not even a mayor,

I was a bandido.

The presidente honored
you with his friendship.

The presidente honored
the votes I bought for him.

And then, when
all was respectable,

the presidente said to me,

"Juan, it is time
for you to go away.

"You embarrass me.

"Go to the United States

where one bandido more or
less won't make no difference."

The presidente was
sure you would help.

I will not give you any
men to attack the herd.

Now, Julio will
bring you wine soon,

very good wine.

I'm content here, Villegro.

I drink. My people make pottery.

Spanish Rock is peaceful.

You are fat and a coward.

You are right.

I am very fat.

My daughter, Marie.

Mayor Villegro,

Lieutenant Perez,

Lieutenant Castillo.

They want to fight a
war against some cattle.

Please?

Señor,

you are speaking
of an official mission

of the army of Mexico.

He is very good
for fighting cattle.

If we were in our country...

You would have me whipped.

I would have you shot!

The man is honest, at least.

And pretty good-looking
too, eh, Marie?

Sí.

Oh, sit down, mayor.

You will not impress
Marie that way.

Or will he?

They say Mexico
City is very beautiful.

Not as beautiful
as you, señorita.

That was necessary
to say, but...

It is beautiful.

You have never been there?

No.

Sometimes I think
I shall live and die

here in this place.

That is a pity, señorita.

But if my mission is successful,

it would be a privilege
for me to escort you

to the city of Mexico.

And that was not
necessary to say, señorita.

Socorro!

Socorro!

Socorro!

You all right?

I... I think so.

Help me up?

Oh-oh-oh. I... I...

Oh... Oh, I don't think
I'm so all right anymore.

Your ankle?

It's a small hurt, but...

If it were not for you...

I'll, uh, send one of my
men back after your horse.

I am Marie Carroyo.

My name's Favor.

Señor Favor,

where are you taking me?

Noon camp.

My cook might be able
to fix up that ankle for you.

Your cook?

I am not a chicken, señor.

Well, I didn't think so.

Appears to be all right.

Oh! Oh!

Oh, gently, Señor Wishbone.

Sorry, miss.

I guess it's a real bad sprain.

Needs bandaging.

Mushy, would you get me the...?

Get the bandages!

Any trouble picking
up her horse?

Nah. As gentle as a lamb.

Hm.

She, uh, said a
gopher frightened him.

Heh! Must have been
a pretty big gopher.

Hey, Mush.

I am Marie Carroyo.

Yeah?

Oh, uh, My name's Rowdy Yates.

This is Frank Volero.

It's great pleasure.

Yeah.

Carroyo?

Rowdy, Frank, you
better get some grub.

Huh? Oh, yeah.

Frank, I said to get some grub.

We'll be grazing the herd
here the rest of the day.

Sí, señor.

I wish I knew what
to make of her.

You mean you wish knew
whether she had anything to do

with the Mexican army.

You might as well
pick up her horse.

And keep an eye on Frank.

Right.

Real nice, ma'am. Real nice.

Guess we oughta go to bed.

Señorita.

Sí?

I do not believe this
matter of a sprained ankle.

It is not sprained.

I came here to warn you.

Of what?

Villegro and his men.

They plan to
attack your friends.

They have help
from Spanish Rock.

Meet me outside the camp.

There is a rock south of here.

It's about half a mile.

Your, uh, ankle any
better, Miss Carroyo?

I do not think you
like me very much.

Does it really matter to you?

I don't know.

A man I'll never see again.

My ankle is much better.

Pete?

I'll ride back with you.

Oh, no, señor.

In the darkness, he
cannot see the gophers.

Adiós.

I think I'll tag
along after her.

No, let her go, Pete.

I have waited a long
time, Señor Volero.

I had to wait too,
till all were asleep.

Why? You're a big boy.

Señor Favor does
not allow drovers

to leave the camp.

You are the daughter
of Juan Carroyo?

That is what I thought.

What is so important

about being the
daughter of Juan Carroyo?

I know you did not come
to the camp to help me.

Then why did you come?

Because, señorita,
whatever happens

must happen to me alone,

not to my friends.

Where are Villegro's men?

You have not
disappointed me, señorita

Take him.

Not just yet.

Say goodbye to
your friends, Frank.

Let's get outta here.

Pete!

His father would
be proud of him.

We will be sure to tell him

how bravely his
son rode into a trap,

tricked by a most
beautiful woman.

It is not necessary
to make speeches.

I thought all this
would amuse you.

So did I.

One of the drovers.

Bring them both.

If you please,

son of a great
revolutionary general.

Two horses gone,
one from Pete's string

and the other from Frank's.

Yeah. Add that up to
the shooting we heard.

I don't like the total.

Let's find out
what it adds up to.

All right.

Now, hold up.

Blood.

Blood?

Footprints all around here.

It must have been
that Mexican army.

Maybe.

The nearest town
is Spanish Rock.

You get on back to the herd.

You're not gonna take the
whole army on by yourself?

Going after my scout, is
all. Well, you'll need me.

Well, if I do,
I'll send for you.

I'll be back by morning.

And if you ain't?

Well, you give the orders then.

You'll be trail boss.

My congratulations, mayor.

It was nothing.

It was less than nothing.

Nine men to take a boy?

Not to mention Marie
Remoza Carroyo.

Take the prisoners
into the house.

No, mayor.

I have killed men, not slowly,

not with the cold blood
running through my veins.

You are Francisco Volero, eh?

It is a name I am proud of.

Then why did you leave Mexico?

I wanted no blood on my hands.

There is blood on
your hands now.

Who is the American?

A friend.

Your friends and your father,

they are not lucky in
you, Francisco Volero.

I need a place to question them.

Take them to the pottery shed.

There is no one there now.

I will ask my daughter
Marie to sing to me,

so the noise of your
questions will not be annoying.

You go to entertain
them in the pottery shed?

I am going to the cantina.

It is late. The men are asleep.

I'll drive myself.

Marie.

I have done much wrong.

I did not think that
loving too much

could be a disease.

But now I begin to feel

that my love for your
mother has poisoned me.

And maybe you too, huh?

You have said it
was late, my father.

It is... very late.

Señor?

Two whiskeys.

Pero, señor, you are all alone.

You mean a big, double whiskey.

No. Two whiskeys.

Dos whiskey, por favor. Dos?

For my friend, of course.

Oh, sí, señor.

One for your friend. Sí.

Oh, uh, no sense holding
down two tables, Rowdy.

Oh, well, I didn't think
you noticed me, boss.

Well, you didn't come
here afoot, did you?

Oh yeah. My horse.

Fifty cents.

Oh, my friend.

Now, uh, suppose you tell
me why you ain't with the herd.

Well, uh, y-you know,

when you're away
I'm the boss, boss,

so I gave myself the order.

Countermanding your order.

Oh, look, boss, you...
I'm just saving you time.

You'd have had to
send for me anyway.

No.

But I can send you back.

I just got here.

Ankle got better, didn't it?

Yeah, and fast.

We oughta... Somebody
oughta congratulate her

on her fast recovery.

Somebody will.

We know your
father is in Durango.

It is a small thing to
tell us where, is it not?

I don't know.

Ignorance is a
painful thing, amigo.

My father fights
against ignorance.

You are proud
of your father, eh?

I am.

Then why are
you not at his side?

I was a fool...

to think that men like you

could be beaten
without bloodshed.

You were a fool.

And you are still a fool,

because you think you will
not tell me what I want to know.

Castillo.

Oh! Oh!

Estupido.

Help the boy to his feet.

Get up, son of a great general.

Francisco Volero,

in the name of the
republic I ask you to disclose

the hiding place
of general Volero.

You hear?

Oh!

Where's Frank Volero?

Who is Frank Volero?

Oh, that Mexican boy
at your camp. Oh, yes.

I hardly spoke to him.

But you did speak to him.

Sí.

I don't know where he is,

but I know where
he wanted to be.

Where's that?

Out there, with me.

Ew! I hate the smell of whiskey.

He wanted to make love to me.

You find that hard to believe?

No.

I find it very easy to believe.

Now, after you met him...

I did not meet him.

Why not?

I am not interested in boys.

Is he your chaperon?

Call him that if you like.

I do not have a dueña.

I think it is unfair.

Well, he's going
back to the herd.

And I am going home.

Alone?

That is for you
to decide, señor.

When I was a little girl, I
used to come here very often.

To cry.

My mother was dead,

and my father wished I were.

You're not a
little girl anymore.

I do not come here
to cry anymore.

Put your arms around me.

What would that prove?

That I am desirable.

That no man with
his arms around me

could think of anything else.

Señor Favor. Marie.

Where are my men?

I don't like to be slapped.

I don't like to
be bribed either.

Now, where are my men?

Do you think I came up here

just to bribe you?

Was I wrong?

Now you will never
know, will you?

And I will never
come up here again.

Come, señor.

I will take you to your men.

Your servants?

Of course. You think I
look after the horses myself?

Señor Favor.

Fine servants, Miss Carroyo.

Very well-trained.

Mm, very well-trained...

In the Mexican army.

Your guns, please.

Maybe they don't
understand English.

Tell them they'd better
give me their guns

before I have to shoot.

Uh, I think not, señor.

It is possible they want
you to hand over your gun.

You're very good at betrayal.

I promised only to
take you to your men.

I will break even that promise.

It is too late, and
I am too tired.

They will take you.

You will enter please, señor.

How you doing, Pete?

I'm all right.

You came to see me
this time, señor, eh?

I, uh, came for my men.

A noble mission.

For me, I consider nobility
a self-indulgence of fools.

This one, for instance,

he indulges himself so
that he may die shortly.

Unless...

Unless what?

Unless, when
consciousness returns,

you advise him to talk.

He has been most
reluctant, señor.

Why would I advise
him to do that?

For the simplest
of reasons, señor...

your desire to live.

With your permission, señorita?

It was not necessary to ask.

Was it ever necessary
for anyone to ask, señorita?

It is very late...

Sí, it is late.

I meant the day, the year.

There's no wine in my room.

There is no truth
or decency either.

Juan Carroyo speaks
of truth and decency?

What do you know
about such things?

You should not speak
to your father that way.

I talk any way I like.

Not to me!

You are my father.

Who else has ever struck me?

We are no-good.

Both of us, no-good.

I know.

There was never anyone
good except my mother.

Your mother?

She was the worst of all.

If she had not
died when she died,

I would have killed her.

And all this time, you...

My mother was dead,
you had me believe...

she was a saint.

Do you know how I hated
the memory of my mother?

She was dead, but you loved her

and had no love for me.

So because I thought
her good, perfect,

almost a saint,

I went to the cantina, and I
danced and sang for them.

Do you know why?

Because it was the one thing
my mother would never do.

But now that you have told me,

I don't have to be
a little girl anymore,

defined in memory
of a holy person.

But there is still something
for you to learn, Marie.

She was not good,
she was not perfect,

not almost a saint.

But I loved her anyway.

There, that should be better.

That's fine. Thanks.

It's just the company
here I don't like.

The choice was yours, señor.

The fire under the kiln

must not go out.

You, Americano.

Help me.

Make yourself useful, señor.

Much pottery in the kiln.

The heat must not
be allowed to die.

Don Julio's devotion to
duty was not very convincing.

Then why didn't
you shoot me too?

Oh, I am a soldier, señor.

I kill enemies only in battle.

Traitors, of course,
are another matter.

You do not believe me.

You are right.

I do not kill you

because I have
another use for you.

Señorita, what happens
here is neither your concern

nor for your amusement.

And what happened
to my grandfather?

That is not my concern either?

He smuggled guns
to the Americanos.

He was a traitor.

He was a little old man.

Anyone can be
a traitor, señorita.

Young men, old men,

even women.

I helped you.

For which I owe you much.

I shall pay you.

In blood?

People have strange
conceptions about blood.

It washes off. Easily.

I did not think

that patriotism meant
the slaughter of old men

and the torturing
of helpless men.

Señorita, I would advise
you not to concern yourself

with patriotism,

or with what I do here.

There must be some other
way to do what you must do

without all this.

No, Marie.

The major's right.

After you've led cattle
to the slaughtering house,

you can't complain about
how the slaughtering's done.

Why did you kill Julio?

Señorita, your
place is not here.

It is a slaughterhouse.

Perez.

Take the lady out.

Quickly.

Thank you, Perez.

Now, you.

Where is your father?

I don't know.

You know he wants to die?

But it's too early.

He wants to offer his life
for the safety of his father.

But will he offer the
eyes of his friend?

Perez,

Señor Favor was very kind.

He helped to build the
fire very high under the kiln.

Now I want him
to look into the kiln,

at the pottery.

Show him.

Castillo, tie Señor
Favor's hands.

What...?

What are you going to do?

I am going to ask Señor
Favor to look into the kiln

from very, very close.

Stop it! That'll
burn his eyes out!

Possibly. Quite possibly.

Señor, if I am forced to
put another bullet in you,

it would help no one.

Castillo! Perez!

Villegro.

Sí?

If I knew where
General Volero was...

You would tell me, of course.

It is a pity you do not know.

I do.

The boy has confided in you?

Yes.

Yes, the boy's shown me.

You wish to put a price
on your information?

I'll tell you. For nothing.

The eyes of a man are precious.

Where is general Volero?

He's in the hearts of
every one of your people

that hate the likes of you.

Castillo! Perez!

Slowly. Very, very slowly.

Stop it!

Stop it!

There is something
you wish to say?

Sí.

Where my father is.

Perez, outside.

Get the men and horses ready.

Take the cross in your hand.

Swear in the name of the savior

that what you say
will be the truth.

I swear on the savior.

Where is general Volero?

The Rio Conchos.

Six miles above Saucillo.

I have a great belief
in your piety, señor,

but I think I will insist
on you coming with us.

Your father will be
very glad to see you.

Castillo.

Take him.

Adiós, señores.

Gather up the guards
at the gate and go.

There is a business
here I must finish.

Ándale.

You will see to it that the
men in the pottery shed

remain here for two
days, Señor Carroyo.

I will see to it.

You are dressed for
traveling, señorita.

Sí.

You were not very good
in the matter of the shed.

I will be very good
in Mexico City.

I had thought it might
be a question of pride.

Pride is for men, mayor.

You bring no dresses
with you, señorita?

I will buy them in Mexico.

No.

I will buy them in Mexico.

But mayor Villegro,

you are not going to Mexico.

He is dead.

Well?

That shot will bring
the others back.

We're having company.
Get undercover.

Hold your fire!

Well, you're gonna wind
up a little short-handed, boss.

And nobody to cook
for them few that's left.

We rounded up the Mexican
army, and we got Frank too.

They was so surprised to
see 20 drovers coming at them,

they gave up without a shot.

Twenty drovers? Who's
watching the herd?

Well, uh, the night guard.

You had to do some
shooting, huh, boss?

No.

Carroyos took care of that.

More bullets for
my father's army.

Good luck as a
fighting man, Frank.

I have learned one
thing about a battle

such as my father fights:

If you do not go to
it, it will come to you.

You ready to travel, Frank?

Sí.

Gracias.

Good morning, señores.

My people in Spanish Rock

hold the Mexican soldiers
in prison for a little while.

That will give you
time, Francisco Volero.

I am leaving now.

We go to Mexico also.

You will not object

if my daughter and I
come along with you?

We will not slow you down.

Why are you going?

Oh, I get too fat here.

This uniform is a
little too tight for me.

I need a new one.

Maybe your father
will give me one, huh?

I think he will.

Adiós, señor.

Marie, I, uh, said
some things...

Oh, I deserved them.

All of them except what
you said on the rock

in the moonlight.

It was not meant
to be a bribe, señor.

Adiós.

Adiós. Adiós, Frank.

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 girl
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' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!