Original subtitles

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and 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 ♪

-(whip cracks) -♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

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

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪ -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah! -♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

Guess you're finding the words kind of hard to come by, ain't you?

Why don't you just say,

"Here lies a good man who was driven to his grave"?

It might not even hurt to say a word for the man who drove him into it.

I don't know, pushing them two hours after dark every night,

six straight days in a row now, then striking out way before dawn.

Somebody was bound to take a spill.

Look, the men agreed to a forced drive,

but not this blind riding.

- They're getting paid extra. - To die? That don't make any sense.

Foot-and-mouth disease makes a lot of sense to me.

The herd that's got that is 150 miles south of us.

We're clean.

And we're gonna keep it that way by pushing.

Day and night if we have to, until we're out of this territory.

We'll keep pushing.

Yeah, well, if you're gonna keep pushing today,

you can keep pushing without me.

I'm going to town with you.

WISHBONE: I don't need any help getting supplies.

- Besides, Mr. Favor wants-- - I don't care what Mr. Favor wants.

I need a bath.

Boy, I never saw an outfit so down in the mouth.

Hasn't anybody cracked a joke in ten days.

Something doesn't happen and happen for the better, this outfit's gonna fold.

Giddyap.

FAVOR: All right, let's go.

All right, so you quit. What else are you gonna do?

Well, ramrodding for this outfit ain't the only job in the world.

I don't know. You're eating regular, aren't you?

If you wanna call that food.

Well, I know you're sore, but don't take it out on me

or I'll jam this bar of soap down your throat.

What I'm tired of is kowtowing to Mr. Favor.

Well, whoever you work for, you've still gotta take orders.

Yeah, but it's plain orneriness that I don't care for.

Every time he gets sore, he takes it out on the men personally.

I don't know.

It always seemed to me when Mr. Favor pushes like this,

he's got a reason.

Yeah. Heh.

Somebody stole my boots.

It couldn't have been more than five minutes ago.

Somebody's gonna get their neck broke.

[WOMAN GASPS]

We'd better get back before they steal the rest of our clothes.

Oh!

Oh, uh, beautiful apple you have there, sir.

If you smell it one more time, you'll buy it.

Well, I wish I had the money to.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON PIANO]

My, you play awfully pretty.

Listen--

I thought I told you yesterday we didn't allow any vagabonds in here.

I'm not a vagabond, mister. I'm a Greek. Ooh.

- I'll bet he's still hungry, Willard. - Yes, I am. I am still hungry, sir.

In fact, I'd be glad to work for a sandwich.

Anything, listen. Let me do something for you.

I used to do a lot of tricks in circuses. Tricks you never even saw.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Think you can dance with this on your head?

Oh, why don't you ask me to do something hard?

I used to walk a tightrope in the circus.

Al right, I tell you what.

If you can dance out a tune and not spill a drop,

- I'll buy you a sandwich. - You're on.

Honey, pump out a new tune.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON PIANO]

I'll bet he can do it.

- Well, I got $5 that says he can't do it. - You're on.

All right, buster, off with those--

Boots? I... l found these boots, mister.

Yeah, sure, you have.

Oh. Uh, wait a minute, mister. That wasn't nice.

All right, now break it up!

Ah. Sheriff, in there.

[CHAIRS CRASHING]

Now, wait a minute, sheriff, I didn't really steal these boots.

I didn't know they belonged to anybody.

- Oh, sure, sure, you didn't. - See, I was actually hungry.

- You're gonna be eating regular. PAN: Wait a minute, now. Listen.

You're not gonna let him throw that man in jail.

- Why not? It's no concern of mine. - Well, the devil, it isn't.

- He's no thief. - Yeah?

You talk about Mr. Favor taking his feelings out on others.

Just take a look at you.

Need you men.

Hate to see you pulling out.

- Well, it's, uh-- - It's rough going, I know.

Every job gets that way once in a while.

Hang on, Hey Soos. We won't be pushing much longer.

I see you've put a lot of ground between you and Charlie's grave.

That's right.

We could've done even better with a ramrod.

[PAN EXCLAIMS INDISTINCTLY]

Look at all those cows.

[FAVOR CLEARS THROAT]

Uh, look, don't look at me.

It's somebody Wishbone glommed on to.

We're just going to the next town.

[CRICKETS CHIRPING]

It sure is mighty beautiful country.

[SNIFFS]

Mm. Smell that good clean grass

and hear those crickets.

Or are those katydids?

[CHUCKLES]

No wonder you like to take care of those cows.

Pan, uh, this is Mr. Favor, our boss.

[PAN GRUNTS]

Mr. Favor. Excuse my jumping in like that,

but I used to be with the circus, you see.

Mr. Wishbone here told me that, well, you had a lot of jobs,

odds and ends to do around here like that,

and, well, I haven't been working much lately,

and I thought maybe you might be able to find a job for me.

I can do almost anything, Mr. Favor.

- Like, uh, maybe, ride a horse? - Ride a horse?

I thought maybe you were gonna ask me something hard to do.

Hold that rope, will you, a minute?

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[ALL LAUGHING]

Boss, he can't do any harm.

And he might even do us some good.

Just make sure he doesn't hold us up any.

PAN: You know,

it's the same no matter which way you run.

It's either good or it's bad, heh.

You only see what you actually wanna see.

I wanna see more than I've seen so far, I can tell you that.

Now, how come if every place is the same to you,

you keep drifting from one town to another?

That's a good question.

Well, if-- I hope you all don't laugh, but I've been...

I've been searching for a lovely lady.

[WISHBONE CHUCKLES]

We're all doing that. What's her name?

May sound strange to you,

but I never knew the lady's name.

Señor Pan, this pursuit of yours, it has been going on for how long?

Oh, about 11 years now.

She's got to know you're following her.

Maybe even longer than that.

See, I was never brought up in a country

that was as beautiful as all this.

I came from a country called Greece,

and my father's house, which was right at the base of this hill,

was made out of stones that didn't seem to fit anymore.

Somebody said came from a temple that was high up on a hill

that they said was older than a fella's name who was Alexander.

We had pigs all around the place and everything.

But you know, funny thing about looking up there at that hill,

with all the pigs and the smell of the house and everything,

you could look up there at that temple, and you'd feel clean.

It was like a pair of arms holding a beautiful woman's face.

High, proud, out of the wind,

out of the sand, with everything decaying around it,

as if to say this should be a lasting thing.

She was beauty.

Then my father came to America, and we joined a carnival.

I grew up in a carnival. My father was a clown.

He used to do an act on a tightrope.

Until he fell one day.

And he used to point his finger at me, see, and he'd say--

This finger. He'd say, "Pan Life is a wonderful gift.

You should pay for it. You should give something for it.

You should give something of yourself to somebody else.

Or else you're never gonna count in life."

That's what I wanna do.

I wanna count.

Oh, uh, my father. Excuse me.

My dad, I started to...

I carved a little thing of him.

Here he was. He was a clown. You see that?

And then this was the ringmaster with our circus.

- Looks a lot like Mr. Favor, don't he? - Ha, ha. Yeah.

[ALL CHUCKLE]

Yeah, he used to care of all of us pretty good.

Thank you.

After I grew up,

I joined a show in New York.

And I was backstage this one afternoon,

and I heard this beautiful voice, and I looked onstage

and I saw the most beautiful girl lever saw in my life.

You know, the kind of a girl that you wanna just give

everything that you've got good in you, you wanna give it to her.

Well, I didn't have anything to give her except myself,

and that wasn't good enough.

Sol kept looking at her and, oh, she didn't know anything about it.

She didn't know anything about it, but I kept looking at her,

and then I'd sculpt this.

I'd look at her,

and then I'd sculpt.

Just look.

Would you look at that?

You know, except for those few little gouges,

you'd be proud to have that in your parlor.

And just about when I'd worked up enough nerve

to show her what I'd been doing,

oh, she left.

But I'll find her one day.

No matter what that fellow in Philadelphia said.

What man in Philadelphia?

Fellow that was gonna give me $1,000 for this.

A thousand dollars?

Maybe you ought to cash in on it before you lose it.

Yeah, or somebody steals it.

Maybe she's dead after all these years, for all you know.

No.

No, she isn't dead.

You know why I know she isn't dead?

Because throughout all these years,

no matter where I've gone,

I can still hear her song.

Well, thanks very much, Mr. Wishbone.

The stew was awful good.

Shucks, there ain't no man gonna chase a woman for 11 whole years.

He ain't after that woman.

Just think, traveling all that way and that far

just to make somebody happy.

Quince, Scarlet, on the remuda. Rest of you can get some sleep.

- Well, hold on, boss. - You got any complaints?

QUINCE: Yes, sir, I have.

Been on night guard three straight nights in a row now.

We'll all be pulling double duty until I can find some replacements.

- Four men cashed out today. - Yeah.

Plus one that we buried along the way.

Yeah. All right, let's get going.

Look, Rowdy, for your information,

Charlie knew that horse was no good in the dark,

and on top of it, Hey Soos told him it was going lame.

Just the same, it wouldn't have happened

if he hadn't been riding in the dark.

You'd better get used to it. We'll be doing it again tomorrow.

Why?

The day I got to explain my orders is the day I quit this business.

Since you had the day off, you're due to go nighthawking.

ROWDY: Yeah, well, just remember one thing.

When I decide to cash out of this outfit,

it won't be because you pushed me.

I was sort of counting on you to help save the herd.

Yes, sir, he sure reminds me of one of those ringmasters

I used to have in the circus.

It must feel good to be needed like he needs you.

All right, come on, let's snap to it. We've lost enough light as it is.

- Lost enough light? - Well, that does it.

- I think I've just about had it. - I know I have.

- What is it you're fed up with? - Fed up with pushing cattle.

He can hire all the hands he needs at Cedar Junction.

That town's full of idiots.

Well, what other job would you get?

Any kind of a job where I know why and what I'm working for.

- Hey, Rowdy. ROWDY: Hmm?

Are you fixing to quit?

I haven't made up my mind yet.

Well, we've talked it over. You throw in, we do.

What have I got to do with it?

Either you wanna quit or you don't. It's your business.

What's the matter, Rowdy, you afraid?

QUINCE: He's the one that pushed us into it.

You say it, and we'll stand behind you.

I thought you backed the man that you got paid by.

You holding a beauty contest or something?

Break it up and get out on that herd.

Now.

Yes, sir.

ROWDY: You heard what the boss said, let's go.

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

Mind if I wash up with you, Mr. Favor?

There's plenty of water.

Sure don't like what they're doing over there.

Doing what?

Well, they're packing up their saddle rolls.

They decided with or without Rowdy.

Who's gonna move the cows now, Mr. Favor?

I don't know, Pan.

I don't even know if they'll move at all now.

Ah.

It sure isn't fun feeling like you're dumb and don't count.

- Dumb? Don't count? - I know.

Yeah, dumb, you know.

That's when somebody doesn't wanna explain anything to you

because they think you're either too dumb to understand,

or they just don't care what you think after they explain it to you.

[SCOFFS]

Makes you feel bad.

Well, sometimes a man don't explain his reasons

because others might not understand them.

In any case, I'm the boss. I have to give the orders.

They follow them or they don't.

Yeah. Well, they're...

They're not taking them, Mr. Favor.

I just don't think you un--

I mean, well, you really don't understand your men, Mr. Favor.

What I'm trying to say is they don't really think you're dumb.

If they thought that, they wouldn't have followed you this far.

It's just that they're dog-tired, and they just need a reason to go on.

I'll tell you something, Pan.

I've been pushing these men this hard

because I'm trying to outrun a hunch.

You hear me? A hunch.

Hunch. Yes, hunches. They're very important.

[FAVOR & PAN CHUCKLE]

Yeah, hunches are very important. That's if people understand them.

There was this elephant trainer one time with the circus too,

and he'd yell at me all the time. "What are you doing?

What are you doing? What are you doing?"

I got tired of him. I wouldn't work for him anymore.

He wanted to know, said, "Why won't you work for me?"

I never told him. Heh. Because he was yelling all the time.

We had a ringmaster.

He never yelled at anybody.

Yeah.

What are you waiting on?

No point fixing chow

till I know how many men I'm gonna have left to feed.

I understand pushing the way we have

hasn't made much sense to you men, not even for extra pay.

And when I'm done talking, it may not make a lot more sense.

I also understand that you're killing yourselves to get the job done.

I guess you got a right to know why.

I'm trying to beat more than hoof-and-mouth disease.

I'm trying to beat something

that I don't quite understand myself.

Call it a bad feeling in my bones, call it a hunch.

Maybe the ghost of another man on my back.

Anyways, seven years ago on this same stretch,

the hoof-and-mouth struck in back of us just like this time.

We start pushing.

Next thing we knew, two men came down with fever.

Just like Carter and Wilkes,

who we dropped off in Gurneyville ten days ago.

It was Gurneyville then too.

We started pushing harder.

Then it really happened.

Man got killed in a freak fall,

just like Charlie Morgan.

We had to bury him less than 40 feet

from where we dug the grave for Charlie.

That's when I made my mistake.

I stopped pushing. I eased up.

Sure enough, every herd in the territory

was frozen for inspection.

Fever struck,

and we were stuck in this rotten stretch

with nothing for miles around.

Being shorthanded, the herd spooked.

Couldn't control them. Lost a ramrod.

The chuck wagon went down,

and you couldn't even find little pieces of the cook and his helper.

Now, call it what you want, sense or no sense.

I just don't like coincidences that are this close,

and everything in me tells me to get out of here as quick as I can

anyway I can at whatever it costs.

Sort of like when an animal turns on you for no reason at all.

This just ain't my stretch of dirt.

Well, it's funny, but I don't like the smell of it here either.

The territory line can't be too far.

Anybody's appetite can't stand it till we get safe across?

We make a run for it, we can have breakfast and dinner at the same time.

All right, let's move them out.

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

- This Gil Favor's outfit? FAVOR: Yeah, I'm Favor.

I'm afraid I have bad news for you, Mr. Favor.

The territory governor is freezing all the herds in the territory.

- Marshal, you got a map on you? - Yes, I have. Naturally.

Well, if you check it, I think you'll find you've overridden yourself a mite.

You're over in Colorado territory now.

Border's back over by those chimney rocks.

Yeah, marshal, I've just got a hunch

you're out of your governor's jurisdiction.

[CHUCKLES]

This is your lucky day, Mr. Favor.

[PAN PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC ON PIPE]

Lucky day.

You'd better believe it, mister.

Mr. Wishbone, it could turn out to be a horse.

Looks like it's got two tails to me.

Well, it don't take any Michelangelo to know the difference.

You notice whatever Pan looks at, he finds something to smile about?

Ah. Here's what I'm looking for.

The Odyssey by Homer.

Now, the fella in this story was always looking

for peace of mind and contentment.

And they make the point that you don't have to drove a million miles

for to find happiness.

It's always right there in front of you.

Now, Pan, he knows that.

It don't matter to him if he ever finds that woman.

Just makes him happy thinking maybe he'll find her

around the next corner.

Keeps him going.

[ROWDY STRUMMING GUITAR]

[PLAYING "RED ROSEY BUSH"]

Where did you learn that tune?

This song?

Yeah. Yeah. That was her song.

I don't know. I don't even know the words to this darn thing.

Oh, if you had heard her sing it,

you'd have remembered those words, I'll tell you, heh.

WISHBONE: I remember that.

It was on a Saturday night at the Purple Slipper

in that little town of, uh...

No, no, Wishbone. It wasn't the Purple Slipper at all.

It was a place called--

Well, that place where I got my nose broken.

Joe, you remember the redhead? The one that hit me with a spittoon?

Yeah, we were all there on a real tear.

No, no, it was Portersville, and they had that blind piano player

that kept playing the song over and over again until somebody hit him.

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah. Well, I remember that.

You're in luck. You know, Portersville is only about 15 miles from here.

Fifteen miles?

Oh, maybe she's gone by now.

Hey.

You know, the piano player would probably know where she went.

Well, Mr. Favor, piano players, they amble on too, you know.

There ought to be plenty of other people in town

who know where she went to.

After 11 years, you can't throw in the towel now.

I wouldn't even know how to get to Portersville.

Don't worry about that. I'll get you there.

And like you say, Pan, you kind of sort of owe it to her.

Oh, she...

She might think that I'm being silly or something.

Hey, now, what's the matter?

Don't tell me you're worried about looking dumb now.

Are you sure, Mr. Favor?

There's nothing sure, not even hunches,

but they're important to all of us.

- You think so? - Don't worry about it. He thinks.

Let's go.

I sure hope his odyssey isn't a wild-goose chase.

Ah, now, Wish, it never was.

One thing's sure, I'm glad he came with us instead of going to jail.

Say, I'll bet you didn't know that I can play a flute with one hand, huh?

- Don't give that horse his head. - Ah.

Hey, grab the reins.

- You all right? - Yeah. I guess I fell off.

[PAN CHUCKLES]

ROWDY: Here.

After 11 years.

Well, maybe I waited too long.

Maybe we just better ought to head back.

When we've come this far? You're this close?

Well, I can't give her anything like that.

Look, we can get it glued together.

Then nothing will show except this little crack here.

I know, but she deserves something pretty.

- I don't wanna give her that. - Pan, I know what I'm talking about.

She'll appreciate it more

just because you went to all the trouble of putting it back together.

We want you to give it to her, Pan.

"We"? What do you mean, "we"?

Mr. Favor, all the boys. We owe it to you.

Do you think we could find her?

If she's alive, we'll find her, I promise you that.

I'll tell you one thing.

I'll never play my flute on a horse again.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING ON PIANO]

See, I told you they'd fix it. It's as good as new.

Come on. She's either there or she ain't.

Let's go.

- Yes, sir? - Well, I might have a beer.

I don't care for anything, thank you.

Say, does a blind piano player still work here?

BARTENDER: Oh, he died way last summer.

Uh, was there a girl that used to sing with him?

Is she still around here?

If you wanna call her a singer.

- Uh... - She's out back.

You wanna talk to her?

Yeah, maybe like to take a look at her, anyway.

You're supposed to entertain the customers.

Now, get out front or pack. I don't care which.

If I had any place to go, I'd pack.

[SIGHS]

There she is.

There she is.

Oh, ain't she beautiful?

There. I've thrilled every man in the house.

How about a lemonade?

Come on. All you gotta do is say hello to her.

- You-- You give it to her. - Me? That's crazy.

It's your gift. Now, come on, go ahead.

- Uh... - Come on.

Hey, who do you think you're poking?

I've got a surprise for you.

Nobody pays me to entertain that.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Maybe if you ain't gonna buy a drink, you'd better wait outside.

My friend and I will leave when we're ready, mister.

Here, you wait at the table, Pan.

Hey, where you going?

To give a lady a present, unless you've got some objection.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Since when do you knock?

Oh, I thought you were the boss. Get out of here.

You sure make it hard

for a man who's been looking for you for 11 years.

- What are you talking about? - I'm talking about that man out there.

Eleven years, lady.

Eleven long years he's been searching for you just to give you this.

Go ahead, open it.

He was working backstage in a theater in New York,

and you came on and started singing one night.

Right then and there, he started carving that.

But you quit before he had a chance to give it to you.

Oh, I didn't quit. I got fired.

- You know, this is lovely. - Yeah, I agree.

You know, I used to wear my hair that way.

I can't imagine why he'd do such a thing like this.

Why don't you ask him?

It's something more than flattering, isn't it?

- I mean, what he's done. - Yeah, I'd say so.

How could he find me, Mr... What is your name?

Rowdy Yates.

How could he have found me, Mr. Yates?

What I am, a nobody in a nothing world.

I never was a singer.

And every time I knew, I ran.

I ran from one town to the next.

Through so many towns I can't even remember, Mr. Yates.

Yeah, well, what were you running from?

Myself, I guess.

I just wanted to get as far away from everybody I'd known

and the town I grew up in.

To get lost. That's what I wanted.

And I found it here.

Here, Mr. Yates, where nobody expects you

to knock the world over, and nobody cares.

And if I wanna sing, I can always sing to myself.

Pan out there says you've got a beautiful voice.

Hmm. I wish that were true.

How can you possibly thank a man for doing a thing like that?

Well,

it might be worth it for him if you'd just sing.

Well?

What did she say, Mr. Rowdy?

Why don't you play that tune for her and find out?

Play? No, maybe the bartender wouldn't like it if I played the piano.

No, he won't mind.

- Well, the way he acted-- - No, come on, Pan. Go.

[PLAYING "RED ROSEY BUSH"]

[DOOR OPENS]

You were very thoughtful to do what you did.

[PLAYING "RED ROSEY BUSH"]

LUCEY [SINGING) Wish I was a red rosy bush

On the banks of the sea

Every time my true love would pass

He'd pick a rose off of me

Wish I lived in a lonesome holler

Where the sun don't never shine

If your heart belongs to another

Then it can't never be mine

If your heart belongs to another

Then it can't never be mine

[PATRONS CHEERING]

[CHATTERING]

MAN: Marvelous. Wonderful.

How do you like the way she decorates my place now?

I think somebody should've stayed in New York.

Pardon me.

I own the Golden Spur in Virginia City. Any time you're interested.

- Oh, thank you. - The Golden Spur, that dump.

Heh. It couldn't hold a stick to what we got right here.

Now, look, honey, if you're worried about money,

don't you worry about a thing. Ha, ha.

[LUCEY SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

LUCEY: Thank you.

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

- Pan? - Well, he found her, boss.

You know, I guess that's all he really wanted,

was just to find her.

So now it starts all over again, huh? Another face to bring to life.

I guess he'll always be looking.

Head them up!

Move them out!