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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!