All language subtitles for Rawhide - 3X10 - Incident Of The Buffalo Soldier

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♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

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♪ Don't try To understand 'em ♪

♪ Just rope, throw
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♪ Be waiting at
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They tell us just since the war,

this beef cattle we drive north

are changing the eating
habits of the whole country.

Changing the farming
ways too, I understand.

Well, I don't know.

These beeves might mean
a square meal to some,

but they just
mean trouble to me.

My name's Rowdy Yates,
I'm ramrodder of this herd.

Sometimes I wish I wasn't.

It sure is mighty
peaceful out here,

away from the herd for a change.

Peaceful?

I keep remembering who
we're taking them steers to,

the Comanches.

The army's got most
of the Comanches

corralled up there
at Fort Wingate.

You know that.

Well, I hope so.

What do you mean, you hope so?

That's what I said, "I hope so."

You kill me, Jim, you and
your everlasting worrying.

You clown around...

Oh, I'm a clown to you, huh?

I worry, and I'm a
clown. To you, that is.

Will you stop it,
and go to sleep?

What do you mean, stop it?
What do you mean, go to sleep?

Jim, I didn't call you a clown,
I just said you acted like one.

I didn't call you one.

Well, I ain't sure I
know what a clown is,

except the way I
heard it ain't good.

And you hadn't
ought to call me one,

the way I heard
what a clown was.

I didn't call you one,

so why don't you go
to sleep, huh, Jim?

Sure, go to sleep, be a clown.

Well, I'll tell you what,
you go to sleep first,

and I'll bop you over the
head, I'll bop you real good,

then there won't be no
argument who the clown is, huh?

There ain't no use
in being nervous

over what we got
to do, you know.

You ain't told me
what a clown is yet.

A clown is somebody who,
uh, makes people laugh.

He has a white face and a
big red nose, and spots all over,

and he trips over his feet.

He's very funny, he
makes people laugh.

Now, please, Jim, please,
just let me go to sleep, will ya?

You want some more coffee?

If you can't sleep, I can.

Don't throw that away, sarge.

Never mind your
guns, sarge, I'm cavalry.

If you don't want that,
ain't no use in wasting it.

Come in awful quiet, didn't you?

I'm used to the dark.

It's my business to find
things before it finds me.

What are you, a
scout or something?

You can call it that.

What are you
looking for out here?

Just what I found: you.

What's that for?

The lieutenant and
detail's just over the hill,

be here in a minute.

They better be.

You Mr. Yates?

No, him. I'm Quince.

Glad to know you, Mr. Quince.

Glad to know you too, Mr. Yates.

How'd you know my name?

This coffee isn't no
better than Army coffee,

you don't mind an opinion.

You mind telling us
what this is all about?

I'm only a corporal, you
better ask the lieutenant.

Well, as long as we're
gonna wait for him,

why don't you sit down?

All the same to you,
uncock that carbine.

We ain't fixin' to start
a war with the Army.

You're what the Indians
call buffalo soldiers, ain't you?

That's right, Mr. Quince.

If I let my hair grow,
it'd be wiry and tight,

just like buffalo hide.

You know what?

No. You tell us what, corporal.

Indian skin ain't
red, it's brown.

Ain't that a laugh?

Well, uh, we haven't
spent too much time

laughing at them lately.

I don't blame you.

They gotta be set down,
and set down for good.

You know, I've heard of
you, but I've never seen you.

Us buffalo soldiers?

You're stationed over at
Fort Wingate, aren't you?

They've got us.

We can be drafted
same as any other idiot.

Just one mighty tall minute.

You calling us idiots?

You wanna fight, mister?
Is that what you want to do?

The soldiers were
expecting you today.

Yeah, we took our
time, knowing the Army.

Sounds like you've
been in it, Mr. Yates.

It ain't that, it's that
we're losing money,

the price you're paying
us for these beeves.

Besides, we're
forced to sell them.

Yeah, it's practically stealing.

The boss told
the major that too.

You know, I didn't know
the Army could do it.

They call it the
necessities of war.

Well, the war's over.

Not our war.

That's right, Comanches
can still fight, can't they?

And the Kiowas and the
Cheyennes up north, plenty.

Well, what tribes
getting these beeves?

Kiowas. And
they're really hungry.

Likely can't hold
them in much longer.

They wanna go hunting. And
they won't stop at hunting animals.

And this'll hold
them down awhile.

It's the lieutenant.

Lieutenant, Mr. Quince
and Mr. Yates.

Lieutenant Howard.

Where have you been?

We've been waiting all day.

You ever tried to herd
a beef critter, lieutenant?

Well, have you got the
beeves, or haven't you?

Evidently not, sir.

I don't see them around. I
didn't see them on the way in.

You and your soldiers want
to play cowboy, lieutenant,

go ahead and round
them up yourselves, huh?

You can gather them up at night,
you're a better hand than I am.

I didn't mean to tell
you your business.

Look, you're not paying
enough for this beef

for us to manage what
you don't know, lieutenant.

You wanna round them
up, go ahead and try it.

Otherwise, we'll have them
there first thing in the morning.

I'm sorry, Mr. Yates, I didn't
mean to speak out of turn,

but we've got about a hundred
itchy Kiowa on our hands

and it makes a man nervous.

I see what you mean.
Well, we'll have them there.

We'll hurry them up for you.

Thank you.

Would you like me to
leave these men to help?

No, the corporal there
will be enough, I think.

Corporal.

I'll bring in my horse.

Well, that's all
I've got to say.

Good night.

Are you sure the corporal
can handle things, sir?

I'm sure.

Good night, gentlemen.

Night.

Here, I'll do that.

I'll do it myself.

All right.

You don't mind staying,
do you, corporal?

Long as I don't have
to sleep near you two.

Sleep any place
you want, I don't care.

Thanks.

Forget it.

Thank you, Mr. Yates,
you're doing me a favor.

Them barracks
are so full of rats,

a man can't get a
good night's rest.

And the rats are so big,
if we could saddle them,

we could ride them.

But we can't catch
them, they're soldiers.

Buffalo soldiers.

Move down closer to the
fire, we're not gonna bite.

I sleep real light.

If anybody wants to make
a noise, I'd wake up in...

Any questions?

What's your name, corporal?

Gabe. After the angel, Gabriel.

My mom was very pious.

I mean, your last name.

Washington.
Lot's of us like that.

Washingtons,
Jeffersons, Lincolns.

My mom was very patriotic.

You don't think
much of us, do you?

I don't think much
about you people at all.

That plain enough for you?

Yeah, I guess so.

But those Indians,
they're worse.

I can't stand those
brown-skinned,

murdering jaspers.

You don't mind if
we go to sleep, huh?

Sure, go to sleep.

I get along good in the dark.

How you doing?

Yeah, this is the life.

I think I'll quit the Army
and become a cowhand.

Well, there's worse
ways of making a living.

You'll give me a job?

If I had one to give.

When do you get out?

Well, don't worry.

Not for three years.

Maybe not then. Maybe never.

Probably end up grey-headed

in the same barracks
or guardhouse.

Oh, you spend a lot of
time in the guardhouse?

I know what it looks like.

Me and trouble,
we're old friends.

Then I have a good spell and
I get back to being a corporal.

Rowdy! Look over there!

They're Kiowas. They've
come for their beef issue.

Let 'em loose.

Get out of the way,
let's watch the fun.

Oh, they chase those
steers like buffalo, don't they?

Only way they know
how to do it, Mr. Quince,

if you know anything
about brown skins.

Well, those Kiowa are
getting their beef issue.

Won't take 'em long that
way, will it, lieutenant?

I told you they were
itchy, Mr. Yates.

I see what you mean.

Go on, Uncle, go to it. Get 'em.

Look at Mr. Big Britches.

You'd think he was one
of those savages himself.

Matter of fact, there ain't
a whole lot of difference.

Attaboy, get 'em!

Well, those Kiowas made quick
work of your steers, Mr. Yates.

No need us hanging around here.

You wanna ride back to the
fort to collect your money?

Yeah, I guess so.

All right, men. Ride out.

Lead out.

That Corporal Washington's
quite a fella, ain't he?

Hard as bitterroot
most of the time.

Yeah, any reason for that?

Who knows?

Is he a good soldier?

Could be, if he'd
stay out of trouble.

Could've earned a commission.

How come he's
only corporal, then?

Can't stay out of trouble.

He was a top
sergeant, was busted.

He's a fighter, the wrong kind.

Fill them out sergeant,
before they startle them.

Yes, sir.

Detail, dismissed.

Well, we'll just tie up here.

We're gonna be
leaving right away.

Thanks a lot, corporal.
You make a good cowhand.

Sure I do, Mr. Yates.

Look me up when
you get out now, huh?

I wouldn't take this
job if you begged.

This way, gentlemen.

Well, look at Mr. Big Britches.

Refusing to say thanks for a
job offer from his new friends.

Mr. Biggity, even though
he lost that other stripe.

Look who's shooting off
his mouth, old Lardface.

Somebody must've left
the gate open to the pig pen,

and out he comes.

What do you want to be, a
pig or a brown-skinned Indian?

You know, that major's a
mighty fine fellow, isn't he?

He drinks good
whiskey too, doesn't he?

You bet. None of that
five cent hogwash for him.

He got you feeling
kind of mellow, Jim?

You sure as heck know he has.

How about you, partner?

Not so mellow I know this ain't

near enough money
for those steers.

I don't know, Rowdy.

Might be more than you
get in Siday, if you only hope.

I got it.

What's Gabe up to?

And that's how it was, Grandpa.

I'm just telling him
about the beef issuing.

I guess he understood
they got slaughtered, all right.

Yeah, I talk good
sign, don't I, Grandpa?

Yeehaw.

Tobacco.

No, I got nothing for you.

Sugar, coffee.

No sugar, coffee either.

Leave the gentlemen alone.

You're get your
regular issue this noon.

Now go on.

Don't give him anything,

the major don't want
him to beg around here.

Tobacco.

Get out of my way,
you redskin jasper.

Now, get up and get out
of here. Get out of my sight.

Leave him alone, Lardface.

Oh, Mr. Big Britches.

The Indian a friend of yours?

Just leave him alone, he's dirt.

Nobody kicks dirty lousy dirt.

You ain't telling me
nothing to do or don't do,

you hear, Mr. Big Britches?

You ain't got that other stripe.

You and me is even, so
you ain't telling me nothing.

Any time I can't tell the likes
of you, and I'm telling you:

leave him in the dirt,

or you won't walk
around for a spell.

You're looking down
your nose at a redskin.

Maybe I'll just change
the looks of that nose.

All I got to do is
wait for you to try.

Get up, Dirt.

Gabe, look out.

It ain't our fight.

Didn't think it would go
through all that muscle so easy.

This'll mean more than
the guardhouse, Gabe.

He's going.

Hey, come back!

Corporal Jones, sir, he's dying.

Washington?

Yes, sir, he got away.

Sergeant, round up a detail.

Yeah, and a horse
for me too. Why?

That's my horse
he took, that's why.

You head on back, Jim.

The boss will be wondering
what happened to us.

I'll be along as soon
as I get my horse back.

All right, Rowdy.

Shouldn't take long,
should it, lieutenant?

I wouldn't be too sure
about that, Mr. Yates.

If he loses himself
back in those badlands,

it might take quite a while.

I hadn't thought of that.

Well, I'm staying with
you anyway, though.

Well, if you come with us as
a civilian, attached to this unit,

you're under Army authority,
you understand? Yeah.

You're under orders to
help apprehend the deserter.

Yes, sir.

Detail, lead on.

Well, now, I can't find a thing.

Well, those scouts will
pick up his tracks again.

Yeah, you hope they do.

He's well in the
badlands by now.

Makes it worse for us. Why?

He's the best one we've got at
tracking or covering his tracks.

It'll be rough, but it
won't be impossible.

Also, he's the best we got
at taking care of himself,

living off the land.

He's done it for days
and weeks at a time

to stay out of the guardhouse.

And he has almost
no fear of dying.

Sounds like you think
we may never find him.

We might not.

That was one of our best horses.

You lose a horse, I lose a...

murder.

Detail, ho.

Single file.

Listen up, give them a rest.

Why did he run, do you think?

Well, he didn't start the fight.

Guess he couldn't face
the years in a military prison.

Man like that, you
can't pen him up.

Wouldn't be as bad as all that.

It was pure and simple
self-defense, I saw it myself.

I know, but the
Army is the Army.

Well, I was gonna testify
for him, he might get off.

Maybe so, maybe not.

Anyway, he doesn't think so.

I almost hope we don't find him.

Why?

We'll have to shoot him.

What, you just got through
saying he might get off.

I just know him.

Tighten goods!

That's the case, I hope
we don't find him either.

We probably will.

Those pony scouts are
better at tracking than he is.

You see? They've
picked up his trail again.

Man up.

The scouts think they
know where he's headed

but we're not moving
in fast enough.

So we'll chance a shortcut.

Maybe double
back if he isn't there.

You men, take your
rifles out of your boots.

If you see him,
fire. Shoot to kill.

You're not giving him a chance.

He wouldn't give us
a chance, Mr. Yates.

This is what he expects.

Maybe not, maybe...

Mr. Yates, I'll ask
you to remember

that you're under the
authority of the Army.

All right, ride on.

Gabe.

Gabe, this is Yates.

What are you doing
out here, Mr. Yates?

This ain't none
of your business.

Listen, that's my
horse you took.

Is that so?

I'm sorry, Mr. Yates,

I didn't have time to
check the bill of sale.

I'll tell you what, you got a
horse, I'll make an even trade.

How about it?

Then what?

Then you go on
about your business

and get back to the cows,
and I'll go along mine.

Your cavalry detail
isn't far from here.

They probably heard those shots.

Maybe. Maybe not.
What do you say?

No, when I joined that detail,
I swore I'd go by Army rules.

What does that mean?

Means I got to take
you back with me.

You a soldier all of a sudden?

No, but that's the
way it has to be.

You? All alone?

Think you can do
that, Mr. Yates?

Well, I can try.

Come on Gabe, give it up.
You don't have a chance.

Let me take you back with me.

Come on and try it.

Just try it.

Yates?

Mr. Yates?

Mr. Yates.

Hold it right there.

Get up.

Get up here.

I'm taking you back to
the fort with a whole skin,

and that's the only way
you're getting back there.

So you can get me out in the
open and shoot me in the back?

What's the matter,
don't you trust me?

No, I don't trust you.

I'll get you back
there, all right.

Then what?

Then I'll testify it
was self-defense

and so will the other people.

And you'll get off free.

What's the matter,
don't you believe me?

Why should I?

All you're trying to do is to
get me to go along with you.

If that was the case, I
could've bargained with you

when you were up there
shooting down on me.

You got no other choice now.
I'm taking you back to the fort.

And you better hope the
Army didn't hear those shots.

Now, where's my horse?

Over there.

You killed him. You
run him to death.

I was in a hurry.

And you wanted to trade?

You just wanted to
get me out in the open.

No rules in this
game, Mr. Yates.

No rules except one:
look out for yourself.

You're going back
with me right now.

All right.

But you won't get me
there, I promise you.

I don't like to be locked up

and I never liked to be
punished since I was a little boy.

You'll never get me there.

We'll see about that.

Move out.

Which way?

You're taking me, remember?

All right, get moving.

Want some more grouse?

You gonna stay awake all night?

No, I'm gonna tie
you up good and tight.

Why should I run away?

I'm enjoyin' this.

And you ain't no nearer the
fort than you were this afternoon.

Maybe not so near.

The rate we're going, before
you get me back to the fort,

they're gonna forget
what they're gonna

court marshal me for.

You still don't understand
I'm trying to help you, do ya?

I don't trust nobody.

I learned that long time ago.

Sometimes I don't
even trust myself.

Don't believe in nothin', huh?

Why should I?

Every time I tried, I
got kicked in the teeth.

I didn't volunteer for
the army, I got drafted.

You ever been
forced to do anything

year in and year
out that you hated?

Like being ordered around?

Everybody has to take a
certain amount of orderin'.

Just so they can say that
it was gonna be different,

a whole new world.

But it ain't the different,
not the way I see it.

Oh, I know most of my
troubles are my own doin'.

But I ain't no model citizen,

I have as many
faults as the next fella,

sometimes more.

Plus a temper.

When it goes off,
somebody gets hurt,

and it's sometimes me.

I had to scramble for
everything that I got.

And I learned one lesson:

Look out for yourself.

How come you fought Lardface

when he was mistreatin'
that old Indian?

When you, yourself,
look down on Indians?

It's a feeling I've had
since I was a little boy.

I hate to see a bully hurt
anybody weak and old.

It's a soft spot, I guess.

Like I say of failing.

That's no failing, you...

You believe in
something: hatin' bullies.

Maybe it's a sign
of something more.

Yeah? What?

I don't know.
Feelin' about people.

Liking 'em. Maybe.

Me? I don't care about
nobody except me.

I don't believe that.

Partly why I came out
here, wasn't just the horse.

Thought maybe I
could help you out.

You, Mr. Yates?

You'll testify for me?

I admit it.

No, Mr. Yates.

I don't ask nobody's help.

I've managed
for myself this far,

and I can do it
the rest of the way.

You'd better tie me up tight.

If it's the way you want it.

It ain't the way I want it,

it's the way it's gotta be.

Y'all says trouble be dead.

Maybe this trouble
don't deserve to die.

All right, come on.

Over here.

Go ahead, sit down.

Move your hands, they'll
be all right in a minute.

Just point the way to go.

I ain't as dumb
as you think I am.

We'll head east down this ridge,

and be out of these
hills in a few hours.

Looks like we can make it.

Only one rule:

Look out for yourself.

Only one rule.

All right, we're even now.

You need a little water.

But they're ain't none around.

Still need some water, don't ya?

All right?

You'll be all right,

you just got a nasty
cut on your head.

I'm gonna leave here

and I'm gonna build a
fire and signal the detail

and they'll find ya.

They'll find you.

If they don't, you can follow
the stream out of the hills

and you'll only be a
couple of miles from the fort.

Don't know if I can walk.

My leg doesn't feel too good.

They'll find ya, and
you got plenty of water.

Keep clear of that
detail, you hear?

They got orders
to shoot to kill.

I hope you make it, Gabe.

I got...

I gotta get...

Get back.

I gotta get back.

Gotta... get back.

What are you doing back here?

Come on. We're movin' out.

Leave me alone.

I don't wanna be
hauled outta here by a...

A what?

By a quitter.

Don't go out on me now.

Okay.

Gabe...

You... You go on ahead.

There's no use both of us...

Mr. Yates.

Mr. Yates.

Only one rule.

What the matter with me?

What do I care?

Only one rule.

Never had nobody but me.

Don't need nobody but me.

Never had nobody,
never gonna have.

Ol' Gabe Washington,

all alone in the world.

What I care?

No! Over here!

Over here!

Over here!

Over there!

Over here!

Over here!

I think the major'll
wipe the slate clean

of the murder charge
on your say-so.

Well, I guess that won't
make much difference to Gabe.

Not now, anyway.

Well, if we'd only known...

You might have
given him a chance?

He had a rifle in his hand.

It was empty.

But we didn't know that,

and we did know the corporal
and his fighting temper.

When we found your dead horse,
we thought he'd killed you too.

And he almost did, but...

Strange man.

Not at all what he seemed.

He told me once that
he didn't trust any man

or believe in anything.

Not God nor man.

Well, he was mistaken,
he believed in something.

Think you can ride to the herd?

They've got a
four-day jump on ya.

I'll make it.

Head 'em up.

Move 'em out.

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rolli" Rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin', rolli" 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 ♪

♪ 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!

Hyah!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪