All language subtitles for Rawhide - 2X32 - Incident In The Garden Of Eden.eng

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ 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!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

( whip cracks )

( peaceful theme playing )

( cattle lowing )

Another hundred, Rowdy.

Yeah, another hundred
it is, Pete.

Let's see...

You know,
there's a big difference

between counting cattle
and counting sheep, Pete.

What's that?

Well,
when you're counting cattle,

you don't fall asleep.

Oh, come on.

Well, I guess a cattleman ain't
supposed to count sheep anyway.

Treason, something like that.

Boy, being on a drive too long

sure affects different people
different ways.

Some get nervous
and irritable,

and others get
trouble sleeping.

I ain't had
any trouble sleeping.

No, but that ain't
the worst kind.

ROWDY:
Well, what's
the worst kind?

Them that starts
making up jokes.

I got 2800
and 50-some odd head.

Yeah,
I got the same.

We're 150 head short.

Well, I guess maybe
we better replace 'em

afore Mr. Favor gets back.

Yeah.

Some ranch country
up ahead.

It's gonna be easygoing
the next few days.

Well, this far from Sedalia,

we could probably pick 'em up
for $6 a head.

Yeah, the further north we get,
the higher they're gonna be.

We better pick 'em up
around here.

Now how'd you figure that out?

It was easy.

( sighs )

Pete, how far ahead you'd say
that ranch country is?

It's about 25 miles.

Well, Rowdy,

I'll give you time
to ride on ahead,

buy the steers
and get the brands changed

afore we catch up to ya.

You mean, you're sending me,
Wish?

Now why else would I be
giving you the money?

I don't know,

I thought maybe you were
giving me a raise.

Well, see you later,
Pete.

Right.

( cattle lowing )

Did we have
to send Rowdy?

Yeah, we do.

Why?

Well, I could say

because Mr. Favor figures
it's time he learned

how to buy cattle.

And I could say it was
because we need you here

to scout.
Yeah.

But the real reason's
'cause me and the crew

just can't stand
any more of his jokes.

Come on, giddap!

( tranquil theme playing )

( cattle lowing )

Hello.

Uh, nice-looking cattle
you have here.

Any of 'em for sale?

Mister, I'd--
I'd like to, uh--

I'd like to buy
some of these cattle here,

if they're for sale.

Look...

I have some money.

Money, right here.

I'd like to buy
some of these cattle.

Great help.

Thanks.

( ominous theme playing )

( lighthearted theme playing )

( English accent ):
Leastways you could hit
the board, Mr. Oliver.

( English accent ):
Mr. Higgins,

I should be highly surprised
if you even hit the wall.

All right.

OLIVER:
Bull's-eye.

Yeah, next time why don't
you try opening your eyes.

Why don't you just open
your purse, all right?

Two more, Harry.
Mr. Oliver's paying.

( English accent ):
Right you are.

Afternoon, sir.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Glass of ale maybe?

"Aisle"?

Best this side
of the pond, sir.

What pond?

Atlantic Ocean.

Oh, no, thanks.

We got some whiskey.

Well, I didn't exactly come
in here for a drink.

Uh, I was trying to find out
who owns the cattle,

uh, outside of town there.

Now why would you be doing that?

I'd like to buy 'em,
that's why.

What, did I say something wrong?

No, sir. Them animals belongs
to Sir Richard Ashley.

Oh. Well, where can I find him?

They're fine stock.

Yeah,
I know that.

You in the cattle line, sir?

Yeah, I'm with a herd
on the Sedalia Trail.

We're--
Came up about 150 head short.

Hundred and fifty head short.
Now ain't that a blooming shame?

Seems downright careless
to me.

Uh, maybe I'll have a drink
after all.

What'll it be, sir?

Any rye?

Yes, sir.

You haven't told me
where this Ashley fella is.

Who? Sir Richard?

No, I wouldn't
rightly know, sir.

How much do I owe you
for this?

One shilling, sir.

Twenty-five cents.

( coin clinking )

You just keep riding north, sir.

You might find cattle
to buy up there.

Thanks.

If I was you, I'd forget
all about the Ashley herd.

Yeah, I'll try and do that.

Only trouble is I got
a real good memory.

Wants to buy the Ashley herd,
does he?

Well...

blooming fat chance
he's got!

Well, I've never
seen you before.

Well...

no, I've never
been here before.

Who are you?

Uh, Rowdy Yates.

I'm Laura Ashley.

Ashley?

Yes.

You are the man who was looking
at our cattle earlier today,

aren't you?

( chuckling ):
Yeah.

I didn't think that Indian
understood a thing I was saying.

He understood.

They are for sale.

Are you prepared
to pay cash?

Well, yeah,
I got the money with me.

Only I got the idea
Mr. Ashley didn't want to sell.

From them?

Yeah.

Well, he's my father.
I ought to know.

Now, what did you, uh,
intend to pay?

Oh, um...

uh, 6, maybe $7 a head.

Why don't you tie your horse
to the back of the surrey.

I think we can talk
more comfortably in here.

Oh, yeah, sure.

OLIVER:
Higgins,

what wouldn't you give to be
in Regent's Park right now?

( inhaling ):
Taking in the air

and watching all
the lovely girls passing by.

HIGGINS:
I'd give my soul...

if I had one.

( darts thudding )

( English accent ):
Hey, Pop,

what I've just seen.

What you ain't seen
is the dust back here.

I'll thank you
to clean it up.

Miss Laura
and that drover chap.

Oh? What about 'em?

WOMAN:
They went off
together.

Where's Winch?

Over at the county seat,
buying provisions.

He's gotta know
about that drover.

Somebody's got
to tell him.

Oh, it's a 15 mile ride.

Mr. Winch wouldn't like it
if he weren't told right off.

Yeah.

All right, Higgins,
come on, we'll both ride in.

All right.

( sighs )

Caw!
Better them than me.

Mr. Winch will be proper angry
when he hears.

Look. There.

That's Rim Rock.

I often go up there.

From the top
you can see all around.

Nothing I ever see
is England.

Oh, well, it ain't.
It's Texas.

Yes, I know.

But sometimes I--
I like to fool myself.

I go up there and pretend
that it's an English hill.

And that surrounding me
is the gentle green

of an English countryside.

I hate your Texas.

( chuckling ):
Well,

it ain't mine,
Miss Ashley.

( laughs )

I'm sorry.

I-I suppose we ought
to be talking

about the cattle
you're going to buy.

Yeah, I hope
we're not gonna have

too much trouble about that.
Why should there be?

Well, those people
back in town--

Those people.

My father brought all of them
with him from England.

He-- He paid them money,
he bought them farms.

Now they've all turned
against him.

W-why--?

Why would they do that?

Winch.

Who? What?

Someone...
we're afraid of.

( ominous theme playing )

Is he the one?

Yes.

You should not
have told her.

I'm not afraid of Winch.

You should be.

Do you like the house,
Mr. Yates?

Well, one thing's for sure,

I've never seen
anything like it.

My father had
an architect build it.

It's Georgian.

Yeah, I was in Georgia,
about two or three years ago.

Heh. Not Georgia,
Mr. Yates,

King George.

Oh? What's he got
to do with it?

The-- The Georgian period.

Sure.

( piano playing romantic music )

Oh.

Miss Laura.

Oh, Tompkins,
this is Mr. Yates.

Good afternoon,
sir.

Yeah, sir.

May I, uh--
Ahem.

May I take
your hat, sir?

What for?

Well, ahem.

Oh.

Father?

Father.

Ah. Chopin.

Very pretty.

Uh, Father,
this is Mr. Yates.

My father,
Sir Richard Ashley.

How do you do?

How do you do, Mr. Yates?
I do fine, sir.

This is the gentleman
who's going to buy our cattle.

Oh?

I wasn't aware
we were selling them.

But w-we have to, Father,

it's the only way that we--
Does Winch know?

No, but I--

Well, I-- I think
we should have waited.

Father, can't we
for just once

do something
without Winch's approval?

Well, my dear, he, uh--
He is the foreman.

And a great deal
of time was put in

in getting
that herd together.

The cattle do belong to you.

Ah, yes. Yes, of course.

Um, where's your ranch,
uh, Mr. Yates?

Oh, uh, no ranch,
I've got a cattle drive

over on the, uh,
Sedalia Trail.

Oh, my word, that trail's
quite a way from here.

You--
You must be tired.

No, not too bad.
Oh, thirsty perhaps.

Oh, Laura, uh, get Tompkins
to, uh, bring some tea,

would you, please?
Good.

Thank you, my dear.

Well, come sit down.

Well, now, I trust
you're not in a great hurry.

Uh, no, just as long
as I get the cattle I want.

Oh, yes, yes, I understand that,
of course, yes.

Do wish you'd talk
to Winch first, though.

Well, you see, this fella Winch,
he wasn't around.

He is just the foreman,
ain't he?

Oh, yes.

Yes, he's just the...
foreman.

SIR RICHARD:
A liking for Chopin

is an indication
of decadence, I feel.

It's so, uh--

Well, it's so febbrile.

It's so oversweet.

Don't you think so,
Mr. Yates?

Oh. Uh, well, I--

I wouldn't wanna be sure.

Sugar?

Now, uh, ahem,

I can highly recommend
that tea.

I have it blended
and sent from England.

Of course, we don't
grow tea in England.

Uh, as you, uh--
Well, you--

You knew that,
of course.

( chuckling ):
Oh, yeah, of course.

Petit four, sir?

Oh, they're cakes.

Oh, they are cakes.

( chuckles )

I suppose you'll be riding

back to your herd soon,
Mr. Yates.

Well, no, actually, the--
The herd joins me.

I just got to pick up the beeves
I need and that's all.

Well, you can get them here,
then. Can't he, Father?

Oh, speaking of Chopin,

I detest business,
don't you, Mr. Yates?

Well, all I'm trying to do

is buy 150 head
of cattle at six--

Seven dollars a head.

Right. How soon does
the herd catch up to you?

In two or three days.

Oh, well, now, we needn't
discuss it over tea.

Well, I was kinda hoping
to get a bill of sale

so I could start
changing the brand.

Oh, yes, of course,
I understand.

Uh, Laura, have you asked
Mr. Yates to spend the night?

No, I hadn't.
Oh, I think you should, my dear.

All right, Mr. Yates,
I'll, uh--

I'll see you at dinner.

Yeah.

You know, I--

I get the feeling your father
doesn't want to sell.

Heh. Don't worry,
Mr. Yates, he will.

Now if you'll excuse me,

it'll take me
just a little bit longer

to dress for dinner
than you.

Phew.

( ominous theme playing )

That's very pretty.

Making that for yourself?

For Miss Laura.

Beautiful girl, Miss Laura.

Miss Laura is very beautiful.

Her and her father
are real nice people.

It would be better
if you rode away...

now.

I'd just been invited
for dinner.

It would be better
if you rode away.

Why?

That house,

it should never
have been built.

It's Georgian.

Don't whether King George
built it or not.

It does not belong here.

What you're saying,

does this have anything
to do with this fella Winch?

It has to do with death.

( ominous theme playing )

( knocking on door )

Who--? Who is it?

It's, uh,
Tompkins, sir.

Hey, come in, will ya?

Shut the door.
Shut it.

I can't find my clothes.

I, um--
I have them here, sir.

Them?

Yes, we, um--

Dinner's almost ready, sir.

Yeah, well, great,
I'm hungry and everything--

We-- We dress
for dinner, sir.

Yeah, well,
I hadn't exactly planned

on coming down like this.

( laughing ):
Oh.

Very good, sir.

Yeah, real great.

Now, where are my clothes?

I, uh, took
the liberty, sir,

of putting them
in the laundry tub

while you were taking
your bath, sir.

They were--
They were very dusty, sir.

Dusty? They were filthy.

A drover's clothes always are.

Well, they'll be quite dry
in the morning,

and I-- I shall iron them
very carefully, sir.

What are you trying to do?
Get me thrown off the drive?

Oh, I--
I'm sorry, sir.

I gotta wear these?

I think you'll find them
very comfortable, sir.

Sir Richard had them made
for himself

several years ago
in Bond Street, sir.

Oh.

Bond Street, San Antone.

Bond Street, London, sir.

London, England?

London, England.

( chuckles )

Oh, a fancy-dress party.

Formal attire, sir.

Well, if I gotta. Heh.

Say, what are these?

Boots, sir.

Boots?

Some kind of a shoe,
looks like to me.

In the vernacular,
perhaps.

In the where?

Uh, perhaps
I should explain, sir.

Yeah, will you do that?

Yes, you see, sir,

uh, you Americans have fallen
into the unfortunate habit

of, uh, referring to boots
as shoes, sir.

Oh. We have?

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess it's too late
to do anything about it now,

so, uh...

I'll just put on
these shoes and clothes.

You can go on down and tell 'em
I'll be along in a few minutes.

I should really stay
and help you dress, sir.

Why?

Well, I...

I should...really, sir.

No, you won't.

I-- I should, sir.

Now, look here...

I-- I really should, sir.

Oh, our--
Our guest is late.

He, uh--
He may be having

a little difficulty,
Sir Richard.

Diff--
Difficulty with what?

I gather they don't frequently
dress for dinner

during a--
A trail drive.

( chuckles )

No, I imagine they never do.

Barbarians.

Father, did you sign
the bill of sale?

I don't approve
of selling the cattle.

But that money will take us
to England.

I have obligations here.

To whom?

Besides, I'm not so sure
I want to go.

It's been so many years.

It would be like
a foreign country to me.

But you're not happy here.

It's been 20 years
since Mother died

and you've done nothing but--

Drink? Every night?

Perhaps.

I don't think
I'd be happy anywhere else.

Doesn't it matter
that I would be?

( ominous theme playing )

Ah, here's our guest.

Heh. Oh, come in.

Come in, Mr. Yates.

All right, Tompkins,
you can serve now.

The clothes fit you perfectly.

Well, uh, uh, we're--

Your father and I are about
the same size.

He didn't wear
a size 12 shoe, though.

Uh, boot, I mean. Heh.

That must be how you looked
when you were young, Father.

( chuckles )

Not half as handsome, my dear.

He is handsome.

Ah, ah, now, Laura...

Mr. Yates, I know
the dinner table isn't

the place
for discussing business,

but I thought perhaps--

Laur-- Laura. Please.

I merely wanted to say,
Mr. Yates,

you'll have no trouble
in buying the herd.

None at all.

( lighthearted theme playing )

( riders approaching )

Where is he?

Where is who, Mr. Winch?

The drover.

I don't know
nothing about him.

You were
with the herd today,

you must have been the one
who told him.

I didn't tell him anything.

Who did you tell?

Miss Laura.

Put the gun away.

Plan on using
that knife?

Hey, Winch.

Yeah?

Got an idea where you can find
that drover.

Having supper...

over at the main house...

with Miss Laura.

Here, come now.

Drink your drink.
Have another one.

No, no.
No, thanks. I...

Father, I-I liked to show
Mr. Yates the garden.

Oh, yes,
of course.

I'm sure Mr. Yates has seen
a man drunk before.

You know, Mr. Yates,
it's a funny thing.

My daughter doesn't like
to see me drink.

So...if you'll excuse me.

I've got to get him
back to England.

Yeah, I guess so.

It's this crude, rough life.
It's too much for him.

We've tried to make
a decent life here,

but it's impossible--

( footsteps approaching )

Mr. Winch.

No, I didn't knock this time.

No more than you're selling
the cattle.

The decision is not
yours to make.

I worked two years
getting that herd together.

My father and I
are very grateful

for your hard work.

I'm not looking for gratitude.

In a couple or three years,
we'll be driving

our own herd north.

"We," Mr. Winch?

My name is Ben.

I'd forgotten.

There are a lot of other things
you've forgotten.

But right now all you have
to remember is

the cattle aren't being sold.

I think you'd better leave.

I don't take orders from you.

I think you better do
what the lady says.

There aren't any cattle
for sale on this ranch, mister.

Your horse has been fed.
So have you.

Pack up your gear and go.

That's up to Sir Ashley
and Miss Laura.

On this ranch it's up to me.

Not the way I see it.

Well, I better make you see it
different, then.

All right.

I won't break up
your fine furniture.

But he better be out of here
by morning.

Now you see why my father
and I have to leave.

You don't have to worry.

You can get rid of him
any time you want.

It isn't quite
that simple.

I did promise to show you
the garden, didn't I?

Yeah.

( ethereal theme playing )

My mother loved it so much.

I suppose it reminded her
of England.

Her first name was Eden,

so father called it
Garden of Eden--

Just as he always
called her Lady Eden.

I don't remember her very well.

She--

She died
when I was quite young.

But I always think of her
as being...

very tall and fair and--
And always dressed in white.

Sort of like that statue.

Of course, I don't imagine
she'd look like that.

I wish she was still alive.

I sure never seen a place
like this, ma'am.

Nor people like my father
and myself?

That's right, ma'am.

Oh, please, not "ma'am."

My name's Laura.

Yes, ma'am.

( chuckles )

All these rose bushes were
brought from England.

Seems rather unfair, though,

that they're still blossoming
and Mother's...

I don't know why
I'm telling you all this.

How can I?

This is so--
So terribly unfair to you.

There's no reason why
you should be bothered with...

With my troubles.

You should ride on and...

buy your cattle
somewhere else where...

Where you won't be bothered
by a silly, frightened girl.

I'm not afraid of Winch.

No, I don't think you are.

( ominous theme playing )

( cattle lowing )

Hey, I don't like doing this
without orders from Winch.

Ain't his cattle.

But he runs
the place.

And he also sleeps late.

He had to ride into town.

You go help the Indian,
will you?

What's this supposed to be?

It's a trail brand.

That's what
it's supposed to be.

You've been helping him?

That's right.

I didn't give you any orders.

LAURA:
I did.

You take orders from me,
nobody else.

How many cows
you've branded?

Couple of dozen.

And that's all
you're gonna brand.

Look, maybe your hands take
orders from you, but I don't.

I know where you got
your orders.

You can forget them.

I bought these cattle
and I'm gonna brand 'em.

You got a bill of sale?

That's right.

Who signed this?

My father.

It's his name,
but who wrote it?

You?

I'll take the bill of sale.

Go ahead.

It's nothing
but a piece of paper.

It's a bill of sale signed
by the owner of these cattle.

Did you see him sign it?

I didn't need to.
Miss Laura brought it to me.

Next time you buy cattle,

make sure the bill of sale is
signed by the person

who's supposed to sign it.

You saying this is a forgery?

I'm saying
Ashley didn't sign it.

Well, I don't care
what you're saying.

You're holding up work.
Now, get out of here.

( dramatic theme playing )

( grunts )

You're gonna have
to kill me.

Hey, Winch.

( horse snorts )

Is this what you went
into town for?

He didn't send for us,

if that's what you mean,
young fella.

What are you doing here?

We got an interest
in what's going on here.

What interest?

I see you've been
branding cattle, Mr. Yates.

That's right. Cattle I bought
and paid for.

Well, you might have paid
for them,

but, uh, you ain't bought them.

Doesn't know
what he's talking about.

Begging your pardon, Miss Laura,
it's you that don't know.

What is it I don't know?

Mr. Winch here owns half
the herd.

I'm sorry, Laura.
I didn't want you to know.

Well, he only owns half
the herd,

the other half you could--

Well, that...

wouldn't make 150 head,
would it?

No, it wouldn't make
any difference, no how.

'Cause the other half
belongs to us.

( somber theme playing )

No one ever said anything.

We all love Sir Richard,
Miss Laura.

He's a good man, but he ain't
got no head for business.

We had to buy
the herd 'cause,

otherwise, the ranch would
have gone to pot.

He didn't have the money
to keep it up.

( speaks indistinctly )

( sighing ):
Seems like I've been making
a fool of myself.

You had help from her.

So did I.

Well, I...

I ain't much at apologies,
Mr. Winch.

Heh. Find me someone who is
and I'll take lessons.

I'm like you, Mr. Yates,
I didn't come into this natural.

Most I wanted to be was...
Was a foreman when I started.

But I never met people like--
Like the Ashleys before.

They live
in a different world.

Yeah, why do they do that?

Well, they're...
They're English somebodies.

Uh, blue blood, I guess,
is the word.

They're trying
to keep something alive

that can't be kept alive
out here.

Tradition.

Yeah, it is sort of strange.

Yeah, it took me awhile
to understand.

They can't sell
their kind of house.

They can't sell
the silver you ate off.

They can't sell what has
to be sold

to take a trip to England.

Especially for a woman
who wouldn't be welcome there.

Why wouldn't she be
welcome there?

Mr. Yates.

Yeah?

It's a good thing
you came along.

It's about time she knew
the cattle weren't hers.

I've been trying
to protect her.

Hoping to build up a herd
and take it up to Sedalia

so she could keep on playing
the English lady--

If that's what
she really wanted.

You don't want her to go
back to England, do you?

I'd be lying if I said I did.

Well...

it's a good thing I didn't brand
more than a couple dozen head.

I guess the best thing I can do
is get back to my herd.

The only thing is, uh,
she's got the money.

Let's get back to the house
and get it.

( dramatic theme playing )

Father,
is the herd yours?

What do you mean?

Did you sell the cattle?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Laura.

I-- I saw no reason
to tell you before.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you for letting me know

what everyone else knew
before I knew it.

Sir Richard,

Mr. Yates decided not
to buy the cattle here.

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, thank you.

There's only thing, though--
Oh, the money.

Yes, yes, of course.
I'll get it for you.

Excuse me.

Laura!

You can't do this!

You can come with me,
Father, or stay here.

But we have no money.
I have.

SIR RICHARD:
Doesn't belong to us.

Look, Miss Laura, that money
belongs to my trail boss.

You bought those cattle,
Mr. Yates, take them.

They weren't yours
to sell.

Well, then take the house.
Or the tea service.

Or the garden maybe.

Laura. Now, listen to me.

Only if you come with me,
Father.

We can't go back to England.

Why can't we?

Because we don't
belong there!

Of course we do. We--

We should go back
to the land where--

What do you mean,
"we don't belong there"?

Where we are is good enough. I--

I wouldn't be unhappy
about that. I--

I wouldn't be too eager
to leave it.

Why don't we belong there?

I was cashiered
from my regiment.

For stealing...regimental funds.

I wasn't jailed
because...

I was a gentleman.

But I can't go back!

Is that clear!?

Then I'll go without you.

One thief in the family
is enough.

Why don't you try
and stop me?

Thief.

( dramatic theme playing )

You can take money
that doesn't belong to you?

Maybe I'll do a better job of it
than you did.

No, there's only one way
to stop you and stop you I must.

Now, listen, Laura.

Lady Eden was childless.

Childless?

She was my mother.

She died before you were born.

If she wasn't my mother,
who was?

I-- I was lonely
after she died, and I...

married again.

Who was my mother?

I kept the marriage secret.

It was easy
in this isolated spot

to pass you off
as Lady Eden's child.

Who was my mother!?

Your mother...is Oneewa.

Oneewa?

My nurse?

She brought me up
after Mother died.

She's a-- She's a servant.

She's your mother...
and my wife.

( crying ):
She's an Indian.

I can't ask forgiveness.

Just understanding.

I'm a-- I'm a half-breed.

Mr. Yates.

I'm the English lady whose...

Whose elegance impressed you so.

Even frightened you
at dinner last night, didn't it?

Yeah, it-- It did that.

And afterwards
when you kissed me,

you thought you were kissing
a lady, didn't you?

Well, you were wrong.

You were kissing a squaw.

( crying ):
Aren't you ashamed of yourself?

Kissing a squaw?!

Look, it didn't make
no difference to me.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much!

But I don't want--

I don't want your charity
or your money!

Ben?

You wanted me,
didn't you?

Did you know what you wanted
was a half-breed?

Not Indian,
not white, but...

something in-between.

You better go
inside.
No.

No, I don't belong there.

That's for gentlefolk.

Gentlefolk
and thieves!

I think
he'll be all right.

She had no money.

There's only place she could go:

Rim Rock.

Only thing she could do:

kill herself.

We'd better get
your horse.

He was hurt trying
to stop her.

Stop her!?
Yes, I-- I told her the truth.

That you were her mother.
Why?

She wanted to go to England.

You should have told her
much sooner or much later.

You're right, Oneewa.
You're always right.

I-- I was a fool.

Come on, let's go.

( tense theme playing )

Is she to see us
coming after her?

What choice
do we have?

None.

Come on.

What do you want!?

Or is there still something
I don't know?

Nothing I told you
is as important--

No, not to you maybe.
You're just the same.

But I'm not.

I'm something different.

Something I despise.

Laura,

I want you
to come home with me.

Home?

Home to Lady Eden's house?

Lady Eden's garden?

They belong much more to you
than they ever did to her.

Don't come near me!

But you can't throw
your life away--

Just because I've been
a fool and a coward!

All you think about is
what you've been.

Well, what about
what I'm to become?

What in my life
is worth saving?!

Laura...

listen, uh, I didn't know you
before yesterday

and tomorrow I'm riding
back to the herd,

so what I have to say
doesn't mean much.

Say anything you want,
Mr. Yates.

Anyone can now.

Look, I had supper
at your place last night,

in the garden I kissed
a very beautiful girl.

Meant a lot to me.

Last night you didn't know
it was a squaw.

I wasn't kissing a label
or a name, it was a woman.

I won't forget it
for a long time unless--

Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil

your beautiful dreams,
Mr. Yates.

( Laura grunts )

( grunts )

( Laura screams )

LAURA:
No!

( screams )

He's dead.

Leave me with my dead.

No, you've got
the living to look after.

( somber theme playing )

Sir Richard's dead.
He fell off Rim Rock.

You better help him.

Then my--?

My being what I am doesn't make
any difference to you?

You're no different
than you ever were.

Do you still want me?

I never wanted anyone else.

Oneewa.

Come into our house, Mother.

Mr. Yates,

you've been put
through a lot of trouble.

If you still want the cattle--
No, no.

Deal's off.

Thanks.

Sir Richard thought that all
the friends who looked up to him

because he was
an English gentleman

would be disappointed
if he married an Indian.

He wanted to spare
their feelings.

The pity about is that...

all these years
everybody knew.

( Western theme playing )

( sighs )

Hi, Wish.
Did you buy
the cattle?

Well, yeah, I, uh...

Well, no.

Here's the money back.

Well, you see, uh, uh,

the beeves,
they were for a herd,

and it was gonna take Winch
a year or so

to get 'em together,
and Laura, she was--

Well, there's a lot of other
ranches north of here, anyway.

I guess there are.

Well, next time
we're gonna send Pete.

You see, people, they're...

Well, beeves are a lot easier
to get along with.

I wouldn't be surprised
what you're right.

All right, head 'em up
and move 'em out!

Giddyup.

♪ 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 ♪

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

♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )