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

( country theme playing )

ROWDY:
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.

( peaceful theme playing )

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.

( sighs )

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?

( sighs )

If you can't sleep,
I can.

MAN:
Don't throw that away, sarge.

( dramatic theme playing )

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.

( rustling )

It's the lieutenant.

Lieutenant, Mr. Quince
and Mr. Yates.

Lieutenant Howard.

Where have you been?

QUINCE:
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?

MAN:
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.

( sighs )

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.

( somber theme playing )

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.

( country theme playing )

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.

( indistinct shouting )

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.

( gunshots )

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.

( peaceful theme playing )

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.

MAN:
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?

( dramatic theme playing )

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.

( man laughing )

What's Gabe up to?

( laughing )

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.

( dramatic theme playing )

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.

( dramatic theme playing )

( sighs )

QUINCE:
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.

( suspenseful theme playing )

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.

( yelling )

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

Man up.

( dramatic theme playing )

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.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( horse whinnies )

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.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Yates?

Mr. Yates?

Mr. Yates.

( gunshots )

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.

( ominous theme playing )

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.

( sighs )

All right,
come on.

( tense theme playing )

Over here.

Go ahead,
sit down.

( somber Western theme playing )

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.

( ominous theme playing )

Looks like we can make it.

( whinnies )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( panting )

Only one rule:

Look out for yourself.

Only one rule.

( somber Western theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

All right, we're even now.

You need a little water.

But they're ain't none around.

( horse whinnies )

( whinnies )

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.

( ominous theme playing )

I hope you make it, Gabe.

( labored breathing )

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.

( tense theme playing )

Don't go out
on me now.

Okay.

Gabe...

You-- You go on ahead.

There's no use both of us...

( ominous theme playing )

Mr. Yates.

Mr. Yates.

( sighs )

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?

( somber theme playing )

( horses trotting )

No! Over here!

Over here!

( suspenseful theme playing )

Over here!

( gun shot )

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.

( melancholy theme playing )

( clinks )

( dramatic theme playing )

( cattle lowing )

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!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪