All language subtitles for Rawhide S07E24 The Empty Sleeve.eng

Well, there it is, the Waco River,
running high and wide.

Is that worth
coming out of the way for?

Except turning off the trail
cost us three days.

I know, I know.
It saved the herd, though.

Water up ahead,
2, two and half miles.

- Yeah, how much water?
- River.

Boy, that's a relief.

There hasn't been more than enough
to moisten their tongues.

The herd ain't smelled it yet.

I want them slowed down,
broken up into small bunches

- before they do.
- Right.

[ROWDY WHISTLES]

Senor Wishbone,

I have never seen the cattle behave
like this.

Hey Soos, I got problems
enough without Mushy.

I don't wanna worry
about the beeves.

Senor Wishbone, please, look.

If I didn't see it, I wouldn't believe it.

- It must be the water.
- No, senor.

I know this river.
The water is fresh and sweet.

[ALL SHOUTING]

- Coffee's hot.
- Hmm.

Well, it's the same as before.
They won't go near the water

unless you drive them,
and they won't drink when you do.

Maybe they're sick or something.

Maybe they're just plum worn out.

Oh, we drove them that hard before.

They ain't had no decent grass
to graze on in the past three days.

Hell you, they gotta be thirsty.

If they don't drink, they die.

Well,

I'm afraid I've got to admit

that I just don't--

I just don't know
why they won't go to the water.

I gotta find out in a few days.

Could mean losing the whole herd.

That could mean you men ending up
without a full season's wages.

Oh, there's still time to

maybe sign up with another herd
or at least look for another job.

All of you, any of you,

I'm willing to pay off any man
that wants to quit right now.

Nobody?

[CHUCKLES]

Well,

what are we sitting around
the chuck wagon for?

We got a herd of beeves out there
just dying of thirst

within sight and smell of water.

A good sneeze could set them off
in a stampede.

I want every man in the saddle
and I want him out there right now.

You.
You said something about them

- maybe being sick, huh?
- Yeah, that's right.

Well, why aren't you on your way
to the nearest town to find a vet?

Oh, well...

That's a good idea.

Senor Wishbone, you think the men
are gonna be hungry tonight?

I don't know, but if any of them are,
they're mighty well gonna get fed.

We shouldn't have any trouble
getting back

once we get the beeves
across the river.

Across it?
We can't even get them to it.

Maybe we can
when Rowdy gets back with the vet.

I got no belief in a sickness

what hits 3,000 head
all at the same time.

They are just itching to run

in every direction except the water.

But they gotta have to stay alive.

I don't know. I just don't know.

Maybe I ought to go ahead
and let them run themselves to death.

[HORSE APPROACHING]

The name's Tom Cowan.
I'm looking for a job.

Well, I'm not sure this drive
is gonna last out

another couple of days.

But if it does,
I could sure use another hand.

Well, uh, I'm afraid you'd have to be
a drover, though.

- You the trail boss?
- That's right, the name's Favor.

- Got a smoke?
- Oh, yeah.

Do I look like a cook to you?

Well, I don't care
what a man looks like.

It's what he can do that matters.

So far you can roll a cigarette.

Why, you stupid--

Get off that horse.

You leave your guts on the ground?

Now, what are you trying to prove,
Cowan?

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.

All right.
You ride, you rope, you're hired.

What did you come in for anyway,
Jim?

Oh. Uh, the beeves
are starting to scatter.

It's getting tricky in those arroyos.

I need another man.

FAVOR:
Take him, his name is Cowan.

Well, I'm, uh, willing to forget it
if you are.

Let's get after those strays.

He's sure touchy.

Oh, anybody might be missing
awing.

He'll be needing a fresh horse
before the night's out.

I'll tell Hey Soos
to get one out to him.

Well, world's sure full
of all kind of fools.

Like me, cooking a hot supper.

I'll be bringing in half the men
when it gets dark.

That only makes me half a fool, then.

Wouldn't you know it?

Anytime the cook's louse goes off,
it's just the time to run out of salt.

Suppose I can get by
without using any in the stew?

Don't answer, I'll go get it.

Here's a fresh horse for the new man,
Senor Favor.

- How are they holding up??
- Oh, fine, senor.

Except I'm running short of grain
for them.

We had to use so much when
we were crossing the burnt-over land.

No trouble watering them?

No trouble, senor.

What are you doing
ferrying the cook around?

A bunch of steers got after me.

Cowan picked me up.

What are you doing out with the herd?

You were supposed to be
rounding up strays.

You find a friend
to take care of them?

I don't need no friend to do my job
for me, or for anything else.

- Hey Soos.
- Si, senor?

Get that horse out to him.

Well, I guess I'll make the stew
without my salt.

- By golly, they're drinking all right.
- A handful out of 3,000.

I cut out a dozen head upstream
like you told me to,

but I tried to drive them into the river
but trying was all I got done.

They ain't acting like these beeves.

Maybe it'll be different by morning,
huh?

Could be.

I want you to go across
and pick up the cattle.

I want every last beeve in that water
this morning,

if you gotta boot them in one by one.

[SHOUTING AND WHISTLING]

Now, there's a sight for you
the first thing in the morning.

Well, come on,
the men are gonna be wanting coffee.

[SIGHS]

Boss, your troubles are over.

Where is the vet?

Oh, he's back in Danville.

Oh, you see the moment
I told him about the whole situation,

he knew what the answer was.

Well, did he impart any of the secret
to you?

Yeah, that's right.

You think maybe you might be able
to share this with me, maybe?

Oh, yeah. Well, when I told him
about the burned-out grass

that the beeves have been traveling
over the last few days,

he had it all wrapped up.

- Oh, Rowdy.
- Oh, no, no, no.

So you see the regular graze
has minerals in it

this burned-out graze didn't have.

And the one mineral they were lacking
was salt.

Now, the vet says
that men or beeves can't develop...

...a thirst without salt.

Of course.
Those beeves weren't after me,

they were after the salt
leaking out of my sack.

That explains why we only saw
a few head drinking at the river.

But the horses drank.

Now, they were on their regular feed.

I guess you could trail boss
all your life

and still come up
with something new to learn.

That's right.
Our troubles are all over, aren't they?

So it's just a matter

- of, um, feeding the beeves salt, huh?
- Right.

You bring any salt with you?

Well, no. I--
Danville is just a wide spot in the road.

They wouldn't have too much salt
in the grocery store.

FAVOR:
No store would have enough salt.

Do you know
how much salt it's gonna take

for 3,000 head of cattle?

Pete, do you know of any salt licks,
salt deposits hereabout?

Well, we're not on the regular trail.
I don't know this country very well.

But if we were on the regular rail,

I don't know
where there is any salt licks.

- Mr. Favor...
FAVOR: Yeah, Cowan?

Nothing. Nothing, Mr. Favor.

You was gonna say something
about salt.

Now, look, Cowan, spit it out!

I got 3,000 head
of dying cattle out there.

I'll tell you what you want to hear.

The kind of salt you need is rock salt,
ain't it?

There's a rock salt mine
near Murtree.

At least there was
about ten years ago.

- What's Murtree?
- A town, 30 miles west of here.

Quince, unload the supply wagon.

Soon as you get it done, hitch up
fresh horses to it, you'll be driving it.

Wishbone, get your cooking gear
out of the chuck wagon.

Hey Soos,
fresh horses for both the wagons, fast.

Pete, you'll be in charge of this.

Take Scarlet along with you
to help load the salt.

And, Cowan?

COWAN: I can do most things
anybody else can do

but when it comes to loading...

Look, you've made it pretty clear
you've got a chip on your shoulder

about your missing arm.

Let me make it clear to you.

I don't give two cents
about your missing arm.

Wouldn't have hired you otherwise,

but I did
so you're taking orders from me.

Now, you're gonna lead
those two wagons to Murtree.

I can tell them how to get there.

I do the telling around here.

You know how long those cattle
have been without water?

Couple of hours could make
the difference between living or dying.

You're the boss, Mr. Favor.

Place looks like it hadn't been worked
in a long time.

It never amounted to much,

I figured there'd be enough salt here
for the herd.

Can't see a thing inside.

We could put a bullet through that lock
and get in and get the salt.

The sheriff around here
is quicker with a gun than a question.

Yeah. Well, if there's no other way.

The town's only a mile from here.

What good is that?

This is public land,
but the bank used to run the mine,

just like it did practically everything
in Murtree.

Well, this ain't getting us any salt.
Let's get to that bank.

Let's get your saddle horses
and leave the wagons here.

Cowan.

Down that road about a mile,
you're in Murtree.

- Bank's on the main street.
- Well, you're coming with us.

Look, I'm giving the orders,
you're coming.

I can't go into town.

You got us this far,
you're gonna finish your job.

Ten years ago,
I married a girl in Murtree.

I got my arm shot off in the war

so I had a friend write her a letter
that I was dead.

I gotta stay dead for her.

All right, go on back to the herd.

I thought it was you, Cowan.

Sheriff, I'm in a hurry.

I've been away from Murtree
three days.

You'd better come along with me.

I ain't even been in that town.

Now, how can I be sure of that?
I'll take your gun.

[SHOUTS]

Cowan!

Mr. Butler, we can't sit around here
waiting forever.

We got a herd that's dying.

I told you,
my father will be back any time.

You told me that an hour ago.

I don't understand
why you can't do something.

If he don't like the terms we make
about the salt, I won't hold you to it.

Look, I don't own this bank.

I don't run it. My father does.

I just work here.

- You were in the Army, huh?
- That's right.

You didn't have to check
with your officer every time

before you fired a shot, did you?

I just as soon not talk
about the Army.

Why you got that picture up there?

Because my father wants it there.

FRANK:
Mr. Butler.

Hello, Frank.
Need some banking advice?

I just brought a man in
for the doc to work on.

Well, the doc sure don't need
my advice.

He's wounded.
Not bad, a flesh wound.

Sam, the man in there
is Tom Cowan.

I ran into him just outside of town.

- He wouldn't come peaceful.
- Is he conscious?

Ralston, Wade,

go get yourselves a drink.

Meet me at the bank later.

[SIGHS]

He wouldn't talk to me.

He will to me.

He's lost some blood,
go easy with him.

As soon as the doc comes,
fixes him up, I'll put him in jail.

We'll see about that.

Right now, I wanna talk to him.

You wait here for me.

So you come back after all, huh?

Well, I--

You...

Your arm.

A minié ball took it off at Vicksburg.

Well, I'm sorry to hear about that.

That must be almost ten years ago.

I got the impression you were
never coming back to Murtree.

I wasn't.

The sheriff changed my mind
about that.

Hook a job with a herd
going the opposite direction, but they...

They ran into trouble.
They need salt.

What are you after? More money?

I mean, there could be more money
for your arm, say?

You just don't understand,
Mr. Butler.

I don't want money.
I don't want land.

We made a deal
and I'm sticking to it.

Or trying to.

I mean, I wouldn't blame you
passing through.

Wanting to see Jenny again.

Mr. Butler.

When you have somebody
in the hospital with you write your girl

that you're dead,

you don't plan
on ever seeing her again.

Well...

In that case, I better make sure

word of your being here
don't get around.

You better do something else.

Get me out of here.

I will, Tom.

I will.

Frank, I want you to walk away
from here

and forget you ever seen Cowan.

Nobody will know
he ever come back.

What happens
when the doc gets here?

Cowan will be gone by then.

I'll handle that.

There's still that bank robbing charge
against him.

I let him go once before because--

Because I told you to.

And I'm telling you
what to do now too.

You don't own me, Sam.

I own Murtree
and everything that's in it.

Forget that, Frank.

Look, it was my bank he robbed.

Less than a hundred dollars in all.

Letting him go ten years ago
wasn't right.

Letting him go now ain't right.

Frank, nobody but saints are right
all the time.

You and me,
we're not saints, are we?

I won't forget this, Frank.

Will, you close up
and then come into my office.

Pa, these men have been waiting
on you quite a while now.

Well, the bank is closed.
Tell them to come back in the morning.

Wait a minute. We've been waiting
here for three hours to see you.

I can't help that. The bank is closed.

Mister, there's 3,000 head of cattle
down on the Waco that are gonna die

if we don't get some salt to them.

- You drovers?
- That's right.

Well, uh, if you take your hands off me,
maybe we can talk business.

Now, uh,
how much salt do you need?

Oh, a couple of wagon loads.
We got the wagons with us.

Mm-hm. Well, the mine
ain't been worked in quite a long time.

But I guess there's enough salt
laying around to fill your needs.

I'll put some men on it
first thing in the morning.

No, wait. It's gotta be tonight.

Well, it'll cost you extra
if I have to put men to work tonight.

How much?

Oh...

About a hundred and fifty dollars.

All right, it's a deal.

Will, uh, you go into my office
and make out the contract.

- But, Pa, we don't need any--
- You do like I tell you.

And, Will, you stay in there
till I'm ready for you.

QUINCE: Oh, we'll be working
right alongside your men, Mr. Butler.

BUTLER:
Well, that's a good idea.

Make things go that much faster.

Uh...

Do you have a fella
by the name of Tom Cowan

working with your outfit?

Yeah.

Mm-hm.

- Do you know where he is now?
- He's back with the herd.

You're wrong.
He's in town with a bullet in him.

QUINCE:
Just how bad hurt is he?

Well, I never heard that a bullet
helped a man's health much,

but I don't think it's too serious.

How did it happen, anyway?

- It was a mistake.
- I don't like the kind of mistakes

winds up with our drovers
getting a bullet in him.

Now, don't you go
flying off the handle at me.

This was a legal mistake.

- The sheriff shot him.
- Is a doctor looking after him?

He ain't gonna be in town
long enough for that

because you're getting him
out of here tonight.

- If he's hurt, he shouldn't be moved.
- Ain't you got somebody with the herd

who takes care of things like that?

Sure, we got someone out there
that does the best he can,

but he ain't no doctor.

Well, that's too bad
because that's the way it's gonna be.

Mr. Butler, I don't understand
what's going on here.

I know if Cowan's been hurt,
he ought to not be moved

till a doctor checks him over.

I thought you wanted that salt
real bad.

What's that go to do with this?

Unless you get Cowan
out of here tonight,

that mine stays closed.

Now, it seems to me

that you gentlemen
are wasting your time and mine.

And I think I can afford it
a little better than you can.

- All right, we'll get him out of town.
QUINCE: Now, hold on, Pete. If it's--

If it's gonna hurt Cowan to move him,
we'd better talk it over.

We've come to get that salt,
remember?

You're aiming
to become a trail boss too?

Joe, you've been a drover long enough
to know that the herd comes first.

You and Hey Soos go out to the mine,
get our bedrolls

make a place in one of the wagons
for Cowan and bring it back here.

- Where is Cowan?
BUTLER: I'll, uh...

I'll tell you that
when your wagon gets here.

Get going.

Well, it's a real pleasure
doing business with reasonable men.

While you're waiting, why don't
you two go get something to eat?

There's a saloon
right down the street

and the food is a little better
than the drinks.

Will.

I, uh, changed my mind.

We won't need that contract.

I'm going home.

Good idea.

Give my love to Jenny.

Tom.

Will told me you were here.
I couldn't believe it.

Tom, please look at me.

Hello, Jenny.

It's been a while, hasn't it?

Why did they write me
you were dead?

Your arm.

Everybody,

the first thing they notice about me
is I got an arm missing.

Is that why you didn't come back?

Well, that and other things.

- I was in love with you.
- You were in love with a man.

Did you need an excuse
not to come back?

I would have.

I wanted to more than anything else
in the world,

but you deserved...

Tom.

Tom.

Tum!

Tum!

Cowan's not here.

HEY SOOS: Could not the doctor
tell you where he is?

He claims he ain't even seen him.

The doc's been out of town
most of the day

taking care of somebody on a ranch
30 miles out.

He just got back about an hour ago.

Maybe Cowan got tired of waiting,
took off.

Yeah, or somebody took him.

Like Butler.

There's one way to find out.
I'm going over to the bank.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

Well, it's about time you got here.

Now, look.

Ralston here's gonna ride
out with you to your camp

to make sure that Cowan gets there.

Wade here is gonna have
another wagon ready

to replace the one
that you brought in.

We ain't got Cowan.

- Why not?
- Because he ain't over at the doc's.

We don't know where he is.

Well, you'd better find him.

Look, I came here to get salt.

It means more to me
than you or Cowan

or the whole town of Murtree
for that matter.

I tried to go along with you on this.
I've done nothing but waste time.

I'm going after the salt.

There's been a lot of people killed
for less than 3,000 head of cattle.

What good would it do you?

I could have a dozen armed men
around that mine

before you were halfway there.

If you got so many men why don't you
send them to look for Cowan?

The way I'm doing this
is the way I want it done.

It's the middle of the night.
How are we gonna go out looking?

He might be anywhere.

It'll be light in a few hours.

Before the town is up, you try then.

You're in my home.

Mine and Will's.

We were married three years ago.

A widow's got every right
to marry again.

Why did you bring me here for?
So I could congratulate your husband?

Will thought you'd be safer here.

Anyway, there's practically no bleeding
from your wound.

You should be all right
if you don't move around too much.

I gotta get back to the herd.

Maybe tomorrow.

In all these years,

were you ever sorry
that you had that letter sent?

Did you wish even once

that I knew you were alive?

That I was waiting?

I was too busy learning
how to live with one hand.

The day you married me and ran off,

couldn't you at least have told me
you were going?

WILL:
He didn't have time to spare.

He was too busy robbing Pa's bank
and getting caught at it.

Your horse was mighty hungry,
Cowan.

I got him bedded down, though.

Tom.

Is what Will said true?

- It's true.
- Why did you do it?

I promised you a wedding trip,
remember?

The last dollar I had,
I paid the preacher at Antioch.

Does he know?

That a preacher said a few words
over us ten years ago?

That you rode off,
saying you'd be back in an hour?

That I waited for you that day,

and the next,

and for weeks,

and months?

Until the letter came telling me
you were dead?

That you never held me in your arms,
not even once?

I never told anyone,

but Will knows.

Will.

Why didn't you tell me
about the bank robbing?

You knew how I felt about Tom.

- Pa told me he thought--
- Pa told you.

Pa has been telling you
what to do all of your life,

and you've been doing it.

Now, he's been mighty good to you,
Jenny.

Good to me?

I don't think he even knows
who I really am,

except that I was something
you wanted.

He's been good to Will's wife.

And now it turns out
that I'm not even that.

You did this to me, Tom.

Why?

I didn't think you'd want me like this.

Wouldn't it have been kinder
to ask me?

Nothing's been changed, Jenny.

You got a letter saying your husband--
Your first husband was dead.

Now, he's still dead
as far as you're concerned.

No one knew about our marriage.

No one has to.

Tomorrow morning,
I'm gonna ride out of here.

I never really was here.

I've been dead for ten years,
remember?

What he-- What he's saying is true.

There ain't nobody has to know.

Except us.

I can't go on with you, Will.

You're still in love with him.

What good would that do me?

There's something ought to be done.

Might be there's some legal way.

- I'll ask Pa, I'll--
- Can't you for once in your life

do something without asking Pa?

I married you
because I was hurt and lonely.

That isn't a good reason
for marrying.

But I thought we had a chance.

That is until I found out
I'd married a boy,

and not a man.

Our marriage
hasn't been any more real

than the one between Tom and me.

I'm tired.

I made the bed up
in the spare room.

You're right, Jenny.
You're even righter than you know.

There's more to it
than I ever did tell you.

My, uh, Army record,

the medal I got,

the land I got for bravery.

I was never in the Army.

I thought that would stay buried

just like I thought Tom Cowan was dead
and would stay buried.

Well, I was wrong.

There ain't nothing
that stays buried forever.

Is there more?

Well, the sheriff caught Tom
robbing the bank,

and he told Pa about it and--

And Pa made a deal with Tom.

A deal?

Well, there were drafting soldiers
for the Army right then.

And Pa got the sheriff to let Tom off
from the bank robbing charge

and he gave Tom $500

and he got Tom to enlist
in my name.

Will?

What are you going to do?

I'm gonna go into town,

and I'm gonna tell Pa for a change.

I'm gonna take Cowan with me.

We got a lot to settle
between the three of us.

Him and Pa and me.

Cowan?

He's gone.

COWAN: It's time you stopped
playing god, Mr. Butler.

What, did you see a great light
or something?

It might be fever.

I ain't feeling sorry for myself
anymore.

It's like taking
the blinders off a horse.

A whole new world opens up
around him.

And what's gonna happen
in that new world of yours?

I'm taking what's coming to me.

My land, my war record.

And maybe five years in jail
for robbing a bank?

If I have to.

But we can settle all that
in the morning.

Tonight, I'm making sure
the drovers get their salt.

Wait a minute.

Did you think what this will do
to my son,

to Jenny,

to their marriage?

I've seen their marriage.

They say marriages are made
in heaven.

Well, maybe some are,

but this one was made in a bank.

The truth's gonna hurt, Mr. Butler,

but it'll be clean and sharp
and short.

Not like the lying rotten mess
your son's life has been, and Jenny's,

and mine.

Ain't nothing gonna change
your mind?

Nothing.

And no one.

And never.

Ralston. Wade.

- Where are the others?
- Inside.

We have been looking for you, señor.
It was said you were wounded.

Never mind that.

Dig up some lanterns, shovels, picks.
Meet me at the mine.

I'll have it open
by the time you get there.

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

Father, there's something
I got to tell you.

Ain't you done enough telling
for one night?

Cowan was here.

Next time you want
to confide in someone,

why don't you try me first?

All right, that's fine.

There are some things
I wanna clear up right now.

Not tonight.

Pa, I'm warning you,

by tomorrow, the whole town
is gonna know about us.

Hook care of you all your life.

I'm not planning to stop now.

You and Jenny thought
Cowan was dead.

Well, you can go right on
thinking that.

Where's Ralston?

Where's Wade?

I've sent them up to the mine
to do a little chore for me.

Will?

Will! Will!

- Come on.
- Will!

Will!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

[GUNSHOT]

We can rush him.

What for? He's gonna run out
of bullets a long time before we do.

Just keep him firing.

Wade.

What are you doing here?

I thought you might need help.

Why, you ain't even got a gun
on you.

No, but you have,
you still ain't taken him.

Well, we're waiting him out.

That could take all night, Ralston.

I'll tell you what.

I'll flush him out for you.

Cowan?

It's me, Will.

I'm coming in.

Whatever you've got to say,
say it quick.

They ain't gonna try to take you.

Not till all your bullets run out.

How many you got left?

Those in my gun,

not enough.

You figuring going out
and telling them?

No.

The only reason I come up here
was lo--

Was to find out
what kind of chance you had.

Now you know.

Yeah.

You got no idea how what I owe you

has been dragging me down.

Wade.

Now we got him, Mr. Butler.

- You seen Will?
- Yeah, he flushed Cowan out for us.

I---

I only wanted the best for him.

You gonna take me in, Frank?

[MOUTHING]
No.

Cowan, you gonna tell the truth?

All right.

Then I'll have to tell it myself.

Well, you--

You got the salt you came after.

What about me?

When they cut off my arm,
it took a while for the hurt to heal.

I didn't realize how long.

Ten years.

It'll, uh, take a while for this to heal.

Head them up!

Move them out!