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♪ 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)

[PENCE GROANS]

Time has lifted from me the burden of being young.

Unhappily, the weight gets distributed elsewhere.

It's been a far ride, Mr. Pence.

Almost done now.

- Gurd? - Hmm?

You know, I don't even have to close my eyes to remember,

but I like to anyway.

This time of year

the water lilies just cover that river from bank to bank.

And the catfish are so fat and friendly.

And everywhere you look, there's grass and sedge

and palmetto so green, it just makes your eyes ache.

Oh, I'm so glad you're going to be seeing it that way the first time.

See what the spring does to it.

Going home.

Words like that, you oughtn't just say. You ought to sing.

[HORSES APPROACHING]

- Morning. - Morning, Mrs. Canliss.

Allow me.

Only my card.

Hang them on.

Where's the glory?

Who'll ever know way out here?

- Tell him. - Mr. Canliss, I'm from New York.

The Register. Maybe you've read it.

Largest circulation in the US A,.

We've been doing some stories on the West.

Readers gobble it up, you know.

Well, now, this young fellow and I, we met up in Albuquerque.

He asked me to be Boswell to his Johnson.

Observe the occasion, as it were.

You know, hardened young challenger

versus the deadliest gunfighter in the West.

I don't know who you are, but you wanna be famous,

then be the man who was smart enough

to stand out of my husband's way.

You be the man who watched Gurd Canliss go home.

Well, maybe he'll loan you his guns.

Hey, how about it, Canliss?

You want your little lady to stand up for you?

I can't hold this long.

It's slip-hammered, liable to go any second.

Now, you pull your gun, aim it at me.

When you're set, fire.

My thumb's weakening.

Quick now, unhitch.

[GUNSHOT]

Would you let me ride along with you, Mr. Canliss?

That is if I can switch to that wagon of yours.

Man with your style deserves more than just a column in a newspaper.

- A book, Mr. Canliss. - Hyah!

How'd you like for me to put you in a book?

Name your price!

[TASSO SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

At $37 a head,

I don't think Don Miguel is gonna appreciate

his cattle boning in the sun.

Heh, heh, heh. Then you do not know Don Miguel, señor.

In Los Aguacielos, tradition comes first.

Even above cattle.

It's the way.

Tsk. Mushy.

Tell the boys get spruced up again.

We're gonna have a little more fiesta again tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Yoo-hoo!

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Oh, thank you.

Is there a hotel nearby?

A casa de huespedes, over that way.

- I will be pleased to show you. - Oh, that would be very nice.

Hello, Gil.

Augusta.

This is my husband.

Gil Favor.

We'd like to have you come by later, after we unpack.

Sure, I'd like that.

Hyah.

Don't ask.

You haven't asked me about Gil Favor.

Lay out my black shirt, Augusta.

I'll do no such thing.

There's one thing I believe in.

You.

I don't have to ask about Gil Favor.

You'll make a perfect target.

Black against those white walls.

I wish you hadn't learned that kind of knowledge.

You'll wear a white shirt tomorrow.

Tell me what you see down there, Augusta.

People.

Happy people.

And what do I see?

Whitewashed walls.

Where the sun stands at noon.

At 1, at 2.

Does a steeple block it?

Where are the reflections?

From which window? Which water trough?

How do the shadows fall?

Where a heel might catch, a foot slip.

On three sides of the plaza, white walls.

So you'll wear black.

You'll create an easy target,

an outline fixed in the mind of Don Miguel.

A thing in black locked on his front sight.

But suddenly, when the moment comes,

you'll change positions and now you're there.

In the doorway of that church,

the dark open doorway

and the blackness of the chapel coming up behind you.

Black against black.

I'm going down, pace it off.

I'll leave my gun belt here.

No reason to alarm all those happy people.

Augusta, would you tell me again

about that place of yours where we're going?

Oh.

Um...

Eight white pillars guard the front,

and greyhounds Papa brought from Italy

scamper on the lawn.

All the way down to the river that lawn goes.

And you can smell the sweet swampland,

all the rich honey earth around.

And inside our house, there's a double staircase.

So that mother and daughter

can make stunning entrances together.

Trying to outdazzle that crystal chandelier

that Papa brought from Vienna.

And, oh, from the kitchen, odors and spices so pungent.

It's just gonna drive us wild.

Annie's tipsy cake.

My, that is something to look forward to.

Don't leave me, Augusta.

Don't ever leave me.

Oh, well,

I don't have the sense.

[MAN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

The doors of the chapel are always open.

Hmm. Unlike the doors to heaven.

In either case, all you have is to enter.

Are they always lit?

They represent prayers for the safe return

of Don Miguel and his ciboleros.

- When is that? - Tomorrow.

Will they be lit tomorrow?

During the fiesta? Not very likely.

Unless you care to light one yourself.

Bienvenido, compadre.

Where are your amigos?

- What amigos? - At the camp.

Those who ride with you to take Don Miguel's cattle to the east.

He bless the drinks?

San Jose.

He's good for all troubles. Like my botellas.

You know, Padre Tasso, he say to me:

"Manuel, you wish a santo in your canting, put him there.

San Jose has seen worse and suffered more

than a few poor borrachos." Heh, heh.

I think you are one smart vaquero, no?

About what?

Hmm, by tomorrow,

there will not be room in here to raise an elbow.

From wall to wall, no room.

They say it is the wise man who drinks the day before, no?

No. The day after.

Don Miguel, is he a wise man?

Ah, Si, amigo, most wise.

Most generous.

Most brave.

We will see him again tomorrow.

He will make his pony to dance across the plaza,

holding his lance up high.

And behind will come the burros and the carretas,

heavy with buffalo meat.

Here.

To Don Miguel.

To Don Miguel.

Is he as good with a gun as a lance?

Si, amigo.

He has only to point with his gun so,

and the bullet goes where he points.

As if the gun were a part of his very own flesh.

No. No, señor.

We drink to Don Miguel, there is no charge.

Tomorrow.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES]

[MEN CHEERING]

If there is none here to speak against it,

let it be Lope de Cruz who rides at my side to the plaza tomorrow.

[MEN CHEERING]

[TOLLING]

The room got quiet.

The air got all breathed out.

By now I feel I was born here. I know every stone.

You wanna show me?

Do not send to know for whom the bell tolls.

It doesn't toll for us.

GURD: Hmm?

It's the Angelus.

The Angelus is a devotion commemorating the Annunciation.

Said at morning, noon and evening.

You know, Augusta,

a man could never really get to know all of you.

Well, coming down here and finding you

isn't the only reason I'm here.

I'm gonna go to church and pray.

Unless I can charm you out of this foolishness.

Fifteen hundred dollars? Now, that's a lot of charming.

Is that what they're paying you?

Well, we don't need their blood money.

We got all that and more in Baton Rouge

just sitting there, waiting for us.

Augusta, when were you gonna tell me?

Tell you what?

There's no plantation.

Why, Gurd, I think you've taken leave of your senses.

Before, I didn't think I was gonna make it back.

It didn't matter then.

But now...

Augusta, there never was a plantation, was there?

No.

No.

Just an old shack in the swamps

with fodder corn piled at the window for one old, skinny hog.

Breakfast on pale grits and sweet potato coffee.

I was 14 when they fought a battle hard by.

Union troops and our young men.

I could hear the artillery.

It sounded so far away, but they hit that place of ours and...

And that dumb old hog that never could get fat.

And Mama and Papa...

I just wanted to make you want it.

I just wanted to get you back South.

No more games, Augusta.

We're past all that.

We're really going back.

That's why I wanted us to come honest with each other

before tomorrow.

And when it's done and they pay me my $1,500,

we have our lives ahead of us.

No more games.

You'll die tomorrow.

We'll go in now.

I'll be right up.

Little boy?

Would you like to earn a dollar?

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Somewhere nearby, there are Americanos

who come for the cattle of Don Miguel. You know where they are?

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

There is one, Señor Favor.

You ask for him

and tell him the lady said

Don Miguel must not come to the plaza tomorrow.

But why not, señora? It is his plaza.

You just do what I say, you understand?

Now, run along, you hear?

[MOUTHING]

Father.

My...

My need of confession is desperate.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

Father...

I am about to commit a mortal sin.

Now, now, my child, don't say those things.

No one should sin.

I think I must.

Now, now.

Tsk, what is this mortal sin you're about to commit?

I may have to kill a man.

Oh, Father, it's more than I can endure.

No, no.

No one must kill.

Not with God's help.

But I have already killed a man.

[AUGUSTA SOBBING]

The cook tells me that she's got the best enchiladas in the territory.

She's saving a table for us downstairs.

You know I never eat before.

Oh, that's right.

In case you get hit in the stomach.

- This is no time for that. - When is the time for that?

You think I enjoy this?

Well, you're sure giving a good imitation.

Look.

Where's the joy in that?

- Oh, Gurd, what's happened? - I don't know.

Maybe I do.

Maybe I wanna live after all.

A man can get killed like that.

You give it away a piece at a time.

A piece with each man you drop,

and each man takes his part of you until you forget who took what.

I can stand that.

What I can't stand is seeing they took you too.

Oh, Gurd.

Why can't I love away all the hate?

Don Miguel.

Don Miguel.

DON MIGUEL.: Oh.

Such dedication.

The middle of the night yet bristling to start the drive.

Compadre, there's a gunfighter waiting for you in Aguacielos.

You see, Lope, it never stops.

There are those who have the grass and water

and those who want the grass and water.

It's Gurd Canliss.

Hmm.

At least they flatter me with the best.

Still, it could be worse.

I have heard that Canliss has never fired first.

So we have no problem since I have never fired first either.

Uh-uh, that's been tried before too,

but Canliss has a great talent for forcing an issue.

Now, I hate to mess up your fiesta,

but I would recommend very highly

staying out of the plaza altogether tomorrow.

You stay away,

and that way he'll have to ride off with his guns unfired.

But where is the pundonor in that?

All right, there's not much honor in it,

but there's a lot of living and quite a bit of sense, boy.

- I will kill him. - Lope!

Señor Favor is right.

You and the others will ride in with the buffalo.

I will go directly to the hacienda.

Hide?

Now, wait.

Lope!

If you like that boy, you'd better stop him.

How?

No goodbye?

Just going out to feel the weather.

I didn't see any reason to wake you for that.

Go on, go back to sleep.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]

[TASSO SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Who was he?

I said, who was he?

Don't I have the right to know the name?

Both. To know and to remember.

Lope de Cruz.

Augusta.

Augusta!

[MEN CHATTERING IN SPANISH]

[MEN SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

- Well? - The boys don't like it much,

but they say you give the word, they'll come in wearing iron

instead of their Sunday best.

But they want it understood now, this is for you, not Canliss.

Now, I told you to tell them that they do have a choice.

It ain't for me and it ain't even for Canliss.

It's just to try and stop this whole thing

before the area becomes a shooting gallery.

Well, what they'd really rather do is go to the fiesta.

You know, baile fandango. Heh, heh, heh.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

He should be finished by now. I'll see.

Forgive me, señora.

I, uh, stayed on my knees longer than usual.

One prays for many things,

but, uh, forgiveness is all he can truly hope for.

It is the thing he needs the most, forgiveness.

Yes, forgiveness.

I should have stopped him, I know.

Shot him in the leg, if it came to that.

He would have healed.

He would still possess life.

I thought of the same thing.

I thought sometime I'll just shoot him in the hand.

He'd never forgive me, but, well, he'd be alive.

I never could do it.

Señora, if you wish, I will call my housekeeper.

Perhaps she has something you would care to try on.

Oh, no, no. I--

How I look is unimportant, but what I ask is.

Gurd came here to kill you.

But for once, things didn't go the way he planned.

I know what he's going through right now.

He probably thinks I left him for good.

He's probably wondering about a lot of things.

But I think that just this once, I may be able to make him leave.

I just might be able to get him to listen to me.

I just ask you one thing.

To let us ride out of this valley together,

to let us leave.

Señora, I have no desire to stop him.

And what about your men?

Like that man that tried to kill him.

I have commanded that there'll be no violence,

unless your husband starts it.

Don Miguel, you'd better make some more commands.

There's certainly no peace party out there.

Please, promise me.

I promise, señora, if you act at once.

I do not know how long they will listen, but I will try.

AUGUSTA: Thank you.

I'll ride you back, Augusta.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

I thought you had left me.

What would I do with all that plantation?

What were you doing?

Writing me a goodbye note?

Yesterday, Augusta, down by the church,

I made you admit there was no plantation.

Not because I want to embarrass you or expose you,

but because I want everything between us to be honest.

Now, shouldn't that go for me too?

There are some things I haven't talked to you about.

And I wanted you to know,

not as an excuse for the things I have done,

but because now is the time.

I thought later on they'd come up here, find the note and send it on to you.

I wanted you to know the reason for this rage at the world

and how it all started

because some Barbary Street crimp shanghaied me,

kept me three years at sea.

And how finally when I got back,

it became easier and easier to kill.

Then harder and how it wore off.

Partly because I wasn't sure anymore.

But mostly because of you.

I'm just sorry it didn't wear off sooner.

But there's still time.

I talked to Don Miguel and he said--

He said we can ride out of here if we'd go now.

You don't believe that.

Oh, Gurd, I've got to.

I've still got to do what I came to do.

But you said it was all worn out. You said it was all done.

You were writing it in that letter.

You were supposed to read that, Augusta, after.

Gurd.

What gun are you gonna use on Don Miguel?

- A strange question-- - Will you answer me?

I'll carry my rifle, wear my .45s.

Depends on the range.

How and when he's gonna make his move.

Well, that's good.

Because it would present a problem if you used the shotgun.

When you make your move, where do you figure Don Miguel is gonna be?

In the center of the plaza or the east or the west?

Of course, it doesn't make any difference

because it's a small plaza.

Any part of it is easy range from up here.

Open my trunk, will you, Gurd?

That is the gun that killed Ben Coe in El Paso last month.

You had been shaking and talking in your sleep all night.

And when Coe rode into town that morning,

he had a look on his face.

Like a hound dog that's got his possum treed,

just waiting for it to drop.

So I went out and I--

I bought that gun and I came back to the room

and I sat behind the curtain,

and I waited, and I prayed.

[WHIMPERING] "Oh, God, let me be wrong.

Please, don't make me have to do it.

How could I live with myself if I have to kill a man?

But how could I live without Gurd?"

He was facing me.

He was not more than 50 feet away when he drew down on you.

You remember?

It was right after you left the hotel.

You were on your way to the stable.

There were three shots.

Two of them sounded like one, mine and Ben's.

Yours was late.

Ben was already dead.

Oh, I knew it.

I felt his slug brush my neck, even as I fired.

I'm dead, I thought,

but Ben fell, not me.

I knew someone had bushwhacked him.

Because I missed him.

Me.

Oh, I detest myself.

I see myself as the corpse of Ben Coe.

Augusta, I wanna go home.

I wanna go home now.

[GUNFIRE]

Hold your fire! Hold it! Hold it!

Don Miguel's given his word! Leave Canliss be!

Who wants me?

My wife and I are leaving.

Anybody feels to the contrary, they'll have to convince me.

Have them bring our wagon around, Augusta,

and the trunk from upstairs.

If the señor will honor me.

Mr. Favor, kindly hold this for me.

Augusta, our wagon.

You can stop it now, Gurd. There's still time.

You're talking to the wrong man. He's the one to stop.

Now, we are sick, sorrowful about your friend,

but everybody saw it, Father saw it.

He attacked my husband with no warning.

If he had not come to Los Aguacielos, señora,

it would not have happened.

He came with death, he must go with death.

DON MIGUEL: No!

He will leave.

FELIPE: There is no grace in this, Don Miguel.

No honor, no pride.

No future.

Aguacielos is more than a place.

It is a way of life.

It has been offended, invaded.

Unless it makes an example, it will be offended again,

invaded again.

I will fight him for you,

for all our children.

If you try to stop me, forgive me,

I will fight you.

I am sorry, señor, but his words are my thoughts.

You can kill him easily,

possibly I will prove more difficult.

We shall have to fight.

Don Miguel.

Bring the children here.

Let my husband beg their forgiveness.

Let them see him throw his guns away in front of them.

Then they can see that peace can be bought without killing.

Felipe?

If he humbles himself,

if he makes a public fool of himself,

then I will stand aside.

Let him run away like the coyote.

Get down on your knees if you have to.

Tell him you're ashamed you came here.

Tell him I'm ashamed too, tell--

Tell him neither one of us is worth saving.

Just the love we have for each other.

I came here a man and that's the way I'm gonna leave.

[AUGUSTA SOBBING]

As close or as far as you want it,

whenever you want it.

No!

I'm gonna drop my hands to take off my guns.

Don't bring your children.

Bring your dogs,

your chickens, your cattle.

All of them are better than me.

[MEN CHEERING]

[MEN YELLING IN SPANISH]

[PEOPLE YELLING IN SPANISH]

Head them up!

Move them out!