All language subtitles for Rawhide S07E27 The Calf Women.eng

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

Eh, we're pushing them a little hard,
don't you think?

Yeah, we'll keep pushing them hard
till we reach some decent graze.

Well, that's about what Mr. Favor
would say if he was here.

Of course, uh, it's always the ramrod
that's the dirty dog

passing down the orders to his men.

Oh, uh, being trail boss and ramrod,
must be a little hard on you, huh?

That's right, Jim,

but until Mr. Favor gets back,
you're ramrod.

Now, hold on,
you can't do that to me.

It's already done, Jim.

That wagon still following us?

- What's up ahead?
- Plenty of good grazing.

There's a plateau up there
on the hills.

Grass about a foot high
and so green,

that if I was a steer, my mouth
would be watering to get to it.

Is the climb too steep
for the beeves?

- No.
- Well, then, what's wrong?

I think you better come take a look
for yourself.

[ROWDY SIGHS]

Mr. Ryan, this is the trail boss.

Got nothing different to say to him
than I said to you.

Well, why don't you try saying it
anyway?

We've been rounding up buffalo
back there and it's taken us weeks.

We ain't got them pinned down
good enough to move in for the kill.

Yeah, we got a herd over 3,000 head
down the flatlands. Poor grazing.

Well, I'm sorry to hear about that.

We can move them through here
tomorrow.

You could,

[SPITS]

But you won't.

Why?

You ought to know as well as I do
that them buffalos

are more skittish
than even your steers.

Now, you start moving that herd
through here,

you're gonna stampede my buffalo.

Might lose half of them,
maybe even more.

Yeah, you got a point there.
I can't argue with that.

- Hey, Cole.
- Yeah, Billy.

You ever been this close
to a trail boss before?

COLE:
Once or twice.

BILLY: They all as fearful
about arguing as this one?

How long is it gonna take
to finish with the buffalo?

Few days, maybe a week.

All right. I'll hold them three days,
then we're coming through.

RYAN: You'll bring them through
when I let you.

Three days, mister.

I wouldn't give them three hours,
Rowdy.

I, uh... 1 didn't catch your name.

Yates. The name's Yates.

- How many drovers you got?
ROWDY: Twenty-five.

I got 40 hunters up here.

Including those two?

RYAN: They're on a personal payroll.
Kind of insurance against trouble.

Look, you're gonna have to leave
ten men with that herd all the time.

Now, you make your move
before I'm ready,

I'm gonna have 40 of my men
against 15 of yours.

That's kind of bad odds.

I ain't 2 betting man, Ryan.

I'm gonna send a couple of men
to keep an eye on that herd.

Well, that's all right. You just keep
them out of my way, you understand?

Now, look, you start moving
that herd up here,

I'm gonna know about it.

You already know about it.
Three days.

You and your cows. How you ever got
Mr. Favor to agree, I'll never know.

Because I told him
if he bring along a few milking cows,

I could make better meals
for all his handsome young drovers.

Yeah, they keep dropping calves
all over the state of Texas,

- we never will get out of it.
- I'll get rid of the calves.

Don't worry about that.

[MOOS]

[CALF MOOS]

Ahem. Mushy.

- Go get a rifle.
- Oh, right away, Mr. Wishbone.

What for? I ain't mad at nobody.

[WISHBONE SIGHS]

Rowdy, I still don't like the way
them buffalo hunters are acting.

Well, no use going looking
for trouble.

Half the time,
it comes looking for you.

Yeah.

[WISHBONE SIGHS]

See those calves?

What calves?

Them calves?

Take them out and shoot them.

- Take them out and shoot them?
- Right.

- Me?
- You.

Mr. Wishbone,
don't you want me to go down

and get some water or something?

Well, are you waiting for those calves
to turn into cows?

That's a good idea, Mr. Wishbone.

I bet that's what would happen
if you kept them.

You can't keep calves
on a cattle drive.

It slows the herd down too much.

Anyway, there are gonna be
two, three more calves,

maybe tonight.

Now, be sure you take them
far enough away

so the shots don't spook the herd.

MUSHY:
Hey Soos.

Hey Soos, how do you--?

How do you feel about
these calves?

Uh, I am not certain, Senor Mushy.

I will think about it sometime.

Well, look at them
scrawny little runts.

May be a kindness, wouldn't it,
to put them out of their misery?

If you say so, senor.

- Then take them out and shoot them.
- Senor Mushy.

It would be like killing babies.

[CALF MOOS]

[MOOS]

[SIGHS]

Well, this is gonna hurt me
more than it's gonna hurt you.

[MOOS]

I'm a liar, I guess.

WOMAN:
I wouldn't pull that trigger.

Unless you're gunning for people.

I'm Emma Teall.

Were you really gonna kill them?

Well, sure I was.

I mean, on a cattle drive,
you're supposed to.

I mean, they slow the herd down.

Mr. Wishbone told me to, I mean.

Well, I was trying.

Betsy.

We just got our first calves.

Isn't that nice?

Well, now, hold on. I ain't supposed
to give them calves to nobody.

I mean, I'm supposed to kill them.

Are you going to?

Yeah, I might.

Well, what are you gonna do with them
anyways?

Take them to the wagon,

keep them until we get as many more
as we can from drives going through.

That's a pretty small wagon. I mean,
when them calves start growing up...

[CHUCKLES]

We won't stay out with them
that long.

We'll take them to our ranch.

You got a ranch?

Yeah.

A fallen-down house,

50 acres of fenced-in nothing.

We got a ranch.

Betsy, give me a hand with the calves.

Kind of surprising your menfolk
didn't come to help you.

Only folks we had of any kind
was Pa.

He died a year ago.

Uh, Miss Emma,

uh, Mr. Wishbone, he was expecting...

I mean--
I mean, the cows was expecting...

Well, anyway, there's gonna be
about three more calves around.

Uh, maybe by tonight.

More than likely,
he'll let me shoot them.

I mean, uh,
just like I shot these calves.

And I can bring them right back
to the same place and shoot them.

I'd appreciate that.

You know, you're awfully nice to us.

Betsy, come on.

Come on.

[MOOING]

- Well?
- Shot them both, Mr. Wishbone.

You can't keep
slowing the herd down

just on account
of a couple scrawny little runts.

No, and you can't keep slowing the herd
down by not feeding the men either.

Get over to the wagon,
put the plates out.

But, Mr. Wishbone, you said maybe
there's gonna be three other calves.

Yeah, well?

Well, if I gotta do it, I gotta do it.

If you gotta do it, you gotta do what?

Take them out and shoot them.

Oh, you're getting real bloodthirsty,
aren't you?

You don't get over to the wagon
and get those plates out,

you're the one liable to get shot.

And here, give me that.

You're not gonna be
shooting the plates.

[SNIFFS]

[COWS MOOING]

Uh, where's Wishbone?

- He's missing, so is the breakfast.
- Yeah? Mushy?

Down by the stream
getting water for coffee--

All right, which one of you jaspers
is a smart aleck?

ROWDY: I don't see
anybody laughing. What's the joke?

I went out to milk a cow,
and there wasn't one of them there.

Could be somebody's trying their hand
at a little rustling.

Yeah, well, if they are,
we're sitting ducks for it.

Ground's pretty hard. Do you think
we can track those cows, Pete?

I think so.

Scarlet, Jay, get some rifles.

- But you haven't had your breakfast.
ROWDY: It'll wait.

Where are they going,
Mr. Wishbone?

I don't know,
but I got the strongest feeling

I'm gonna be able
to blame this on you.

[MOOING]

Nobody.

Well, that's that calf wagon
that's been following us.

Yeah, these people are a little greedy.
They want the cows too.

Scarlet, round up these cows
and start them back towards camp.

Give me a hand, will you?

That'll give them something
to think about for a while.

[GUNSHOT]

[NEIGHS]

Better be careful with that.
You're liable to hit something.

If I'd wanted to, I would have.

Oh, Emma, look, the wagon's ruined.

You did that? Why?

I don't like rustlers,
even if they're women.

Those calves are ours.
They were given to us.

And the cows?

Were here when we got up
this morning.

Sol let them nurse the calves.
I didn't see no harm in that.

Uh...

Maybe I made a mistake. I'm sorry.

What good's that?

Well, I'll send some men over
and have them fix it.

Meanwhile, I can't leave you two
out here alone.

When have women out here
ever been anything but alone?

You can come back to camp
with us.

We're not gonna move out
for a few days.

I'll let you use the supply wagon
till this one's fixed up.

That's awfully sweet of you,
uh, mister...?

Rowdy Yates, ma'am.

I'm Betsy Teall.

Pleasure.

Thank you, Mr. Yates.

- Hey, Cole.
- Hm?

BILLY: See that yellow-haired one?
That's the one I was telling you about.

The one I met at a church social
in Pottersville last month.

Was doing pretty good
until her sister come along.

Looked like she wanted to kill me.

Her sister is still along,

not to mention them drovers.

[HARMONICA PLAYING]

BETSY [SINGING]:
I've often times wondered

How girls could love men

I've often times wondered

How men could love them

By law and experience

! very well know

I'll fall...

You know, I've never seen
so many clean and shining faces.

They all went down to the stream after
they ate, Mr. Wishbone, and shaved.

You think I need a shave?

About as much
as 2 hard-boiled egg does.

How sorry am {

! parted with you

Against the next meeting

Our joys will renew

We'll change the green laurel

To the orange and blue

- Let's hear "Doney Gal."
- Yeah, good idea.

Hey, sing "Gypsy Davy" for us,
huh?

ROWDY:
All right, that's all.

The beeves are hungry and restless.

Half of you are gonna ride
night guard,

the other half are gonna have
to get some sleep while you can.

It's gonna be a rough day tomorrow.

He's so handsome.
And he's so strong too.

You know, everybody does
what he says.

That's the kind of man
that I'd like to have someday when--

No.

- Uh, you girls, uh--
- Betsy, come.

You girls will sleep
in the supply wagon.

We'll have your own wagon ready
by tomorrow.

That's awful sweet of you,
Mr. Yates.

- Good night, Mr. Yates.
- Good night.

[SIGHS]

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[LAUGHING]

Hello, Miss Betsy.

BETSY:
Hi, Billy.

Miss Emma.

Why, Emma, it's Billy.

It's a real pleasure
running into you girls way out here.

Good night.

It's a beautiful moon out tonight.

I kind of thought I'd take Miss Betsy
for a little walk and show it to her.

Would you please
get out of our way?

I ain't heard from Miss Betsy yet.

Why, Emma,
there wouldn't be no harm--

You'll do as I tell you.

Now, you wouldn't wanna interfere
with your sister going out

- with her beau, now, would you?
EMMA: You--

You get up.

You know, a man could get shot
and killed for doing what you just did.

Boy, there ain't nothing for you
around here.

I guess you feel pretty safe
with all your drovers around.

Some other time though.

Some other time,
things just might be a little different.

ROWDY:
You stay away from the beeves

and you stay away from the women.

Yeah, I know.
The beeves belong to you.

Get moving.

Good night, Miss Betsy.
It's been a real pleasure.

Miss Emma.

Come on, honey, get in the wagon.

- Mr. Yates?
- Hm?

Should I be grateful to you?

Well, that depends.

It depends on
what you came here for.

I came here to make sure
you and your sister were all right.

Uh, you'd be surprised how many men

are worried about
Betsy's safety, Mr. Yates.

ROWDY:
Well, she's a very pretty girl.

And not for you.

And not for any man in this west
that's been a graveyard

for so many women's
hopes and dreams.

I was 13 when my mother died,
and she was old, wore out.

And she wasn't a day older
than I am now.

Mr. Yates, I'm sending Betsy back east
as soon as I get enough money.

We got folks there,
and she'll get an education.

And she'll marry a man
who'll be able to look after her

without his having to become a killer
or a digger in the earth.

She'll live in 2 warm house when
it's winter, and she'll have children,

and there'll be a doctor
looking after her

and servants waiting on her.

So you see, Mr. Yates, you don't have
to worry about Betsy at all.

Who said I'm worried about
just Betsy?

Betsy, she's gonna do all right,
you know, no matter where she is.

What you're talking about
is what you want, what you like.

- No, I--
- Now, you got five calves from us.

You'll probably pick up some
from some other herds.

You'll raise them and sell them.

Put Betsy on a stagecoach going east.

Well, that's fine.

What are you gonna do?

What happens to you?

Um...

I-- 1 didn't thank you for helping us.

Well, I didn't come here
to get, uh, thanked.

Then why did you come, Mr. Yates?

Just wanted to talk to you, I guess.

Good night.

Oh.

Good night.

Good morning, Mr. Wishbone.

- Mushy.
- Good morning, Miss Emma.

I wonder if we could have a little milk
for our coffee.

Why, sure thing.

You know, we was expecting you
over here for breakfast this morning.

Oh. Betsy had some things to wash out.
She's down at the stream now.

- There you are.
- Thank you, Mr. Wishbone.

Oh, I tell you, it's wonderful.

You think a girl is just a plain,
ordinary little thing,

and then all of a sudden,
she smiles and she's beautiful.

Miss Emma.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Mr. Yates.

Uh, Scarlet, uh, says the wagon
is just about ready.

Something about fixing the wheel.

Oh. Heh.

The supply wagon is very nice.

Calves are doing fine.

It's gonna be hard separating them
from those cows when you go off.

When I go off?

Oh. Uh, when are you moving
the herd out?

Uh, tomorrow morning.

Oh. Then we won't be in your way.

[WATER SPLASHING]

[BETSY LAUGHS]

BILL:
Hi, Betsy.

You look pretty good to me.

Maybe you don't realize it,
Mr. Wallace,

but I'm kind of mad at you.

Well, you still look good.

You were mean to Emma last night.

Well, that little old sister of yours
is fixing to be an old maid.

- Are you?
- Heh.

That's what I think too.

- Hey, you ever seen a buffalo hunt?
- No.

Well, there's one going up in the hills
right now.

You wanna come along with me
and watch it?

I'd like to.

But I better not.

Why? You afraid of me?

[LAUGHING]

That's one thing
I can't make Emma understand.

I ain't afraid of any of you.

Men are awful easy to handle
if you just know how.

And you must have been born
knowing how.

[LAUGHS]

[WATER SPLASHING]

[HUMMING]

Oh!

Oh.

Ow.

There I was, walking up the aisle

with Mr. Yates waiting at the altar,
and the preacher,

and me in my beautiful wedding dress
and veil.

Oh. Heh.

And what do I do?

I drop the pitcher of milk right in front
of the admiring congregation.

[CHUCKLES]

Betsy, come on out. Coffee's ready.

Even if I did spill the milk.

Betsy?

There.
You got the kiss you asked for.

Now, you go on and hunt them buffalo
you were talking about.

It wouldn't be as much fun
without you.

You do like I tell you,
or I'll get mad at you.

You talk like you was
at a church social or something.

- I'm going back.
- You're gonna go riding with me.

Weren't you the one who told me
you knew just how to handle men?

Oh, Billy, stop it.

[COCKS GUN]

Betsy, it's all right now.

It's all right.

Shh, honey.

[BETSY SOBBING]

- He's dead.
- He was after Betsy.

Pete, get the girls back to camp.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute,
take this and put it in with our stuff.

As far as anybody's gonna know,
one of us shot him.

Huh, Jay, you know where Ryan's men
are keeping an eye on the herd?

Well, get him over to them.

They're gonna want more
than a dead body.

Whatever they want,
they have to come to me to get it.

I wanna keep the girls out of this
if possible.

- It'd be easier if we told them.
- When do we do things the easy way?

The three days the drovers give us
is gonna be up tomorrow morning.

I need more time.

Them buffalo ain't more
than about half killed off.

They'll come through
unless we stop them.

We'll stop them if we have to.

Only if we have to.

Those cattle are hungry.

Ought to be a way we can let them
come through without hurting us.

I'm gonna take a ride,
have a talk with that trail boss.

- Want me with you?
- No.

You backing out from a fight,
Mr. Ryan?

I'm up here after buffalo hides.

That's all I'm after.

[HORSES APPROACHING]

Sorry, Cole, he's dead.

How did that happen?

One of the drovers brought him to us,
wouldn't say nothing.

Put him in one of the wagons.

You still going down to the drovers,
Mr. Ryan?

Looks like I'm riding with you
after all.

Oh, Pete, the calf wagon is all fixed.

I can bring it in
whenever you want me to.

Oh, there ain't much hurry
about it now.

Yeah, it might be a little too late
anyway.

Young one's pretty worked up.

I gave her some medicine.
She'll sleep for a while.

And the sister wants to stay
with her.

They can't stay in the chuck wagon.
We gotta move the herd out.

- The girls are gonna have to--
- Oh, Rowdy, quit pushing it so hard.

I'm doing what Mr. Favor would do.

You're only doing it
because you're trying so hard not to.

[HORSE APPROACHING]

Buffalo men riding in, Mr. Yates.

ROWDY: Yeah? How many?
- Just two of them.

Want us to ride out there
and turn them back, Rowdy?

ROWDY:
No, no. Let them come in.

What do you want?

The man who shot my brother.

Your brother got the bullet
he deserved.

That all you gonna say?

That's right.

You bring a sheriff in here,
and I'll tell him exactly what happened.

A sheriff?

I'm carrying my law with me.

Ride on out of here.

Now, which one of you was it?

Do I have to choose?

Maybe it was you.

I shot your brother, Mr. Wallace.

- She's lying.
- Sure, she's lying.

Billy couldn't have been killed
by no woman.

Does it hurt your pride

to think a woman can kill
just like a man?

Who's she trying to protect?

I'll put my money on you.

You heard me, ride out of here.

Huh.

The odds are a little heavy
on your side.

Mr. Yates, you're dead.

The bullet that will kill you
ain't caught up with you yet, but it will.

Ryan, I'm bringing that herd through
right now.

[SIGHS]

I thought we might be able
to work that out,

but there's blood in the way now.

ROWDY: Quince, bring the men in.
I wanna talk to them.

Scarlet, how's that calf wagon?

- Ready to roll.
- Now, bring it out.

- How long before we move out?
ROWDY: About an hour.

I'll ride on ahead
and see how the trail is.

ROWDY:
Right.

You could've made him believe you.

Or were you afraid he'd think you were
hiding behind 2 woman's skirt?

Except I never wear any.

Mr. Yates, I'm not sure I was right
shooting Billy Wallace.

Of course you were.

I can't get it out of my mind. I--

I might've been able to stop him
without shooting.

I don't know whether
I killed Billy Wallace

because he was dragging
my sister off,

or because I was jealous.

Jealous because no man
would ever want me that much.

You had no other choice.

Men like Billy Wallace,
you can find them anywhere.

They see something they want,
and they just reach out and grab for it.

Sometimes,
I even wish I was that way.

[HORSES APPROACHING]

Oh, the men are coming.

I'll go wake Betsy up.

We'll be ready
when the calf wagon gets here.

All right.

ROWDY:
Now, we reach the top of that plateau,

there's gonna be no turning back.

They'll be 40 of them
against a lot less of us.

We gotta keep some men
with the herd at all times.

I don't know what chance we're
gonna have, but we're gonna take it.

So any man who wants to pull out,
now is the time to speak up.

There'll be no hard feelings.

I guess you don't need to sign a piece
of paper before a drover will fight.

All right. Quince will pass out the rifles
in the supply wagon.

Everybody make sure
you get a fresh horse.

We'll pull out
as soon as everybody's ready.

Mr. Wishbone,
will you do me a favor?

- What?
- I wanna write a letter to my ma,

in case anything happens
up in the hills.

Will you mail it for me?

Son, I'm gonna be right there
with you,

unless you think I'm too old
for that sort of thing.

The day you're too old to fight, Wish,
the sun ain't gonna rise.

Ah, you're mighty well told.

Anyway, you go ahead and write your
letter if it'll make you feel any better.

Mushy!

Mushy.

Mushy.

Mr. Wishbone,
I'm sure gonna miss them calves.

Well, you're a cook's louse,
not a cow.

Oh, my, you got me talking
as foolish as you.

Can I stay with them
until we move out?

Oh, all right.

Mr. Wishbone, where's Mr. Yates?

Well, he's probably
down the picket line with Hey Soos.

Oh. I guess he's too busy
to bother with... With us.

Will you tell him goodbye for me?

Well, you know,
I'm kind of busy myself.

Why don't you just go on down
and tell him?

You really think I should?

Why, sure.

Oh.

Well, I'm not that busy
I can't watch over your sister.

I came to say goodbye.

Well, uh,

- I wasn't gonna leave, not till--
- Oh, uh,

you got your job to do.

Your life to lead.

A job that's taking you away.

A life that's got no place in it for...

Uh...

It's no good, this country.

Drives its men and it kills its women.

Maybe--
Maybe a hundred years from now,

it'll be a good place to live in.

There'd be a time for...

...something.

You don't even know
what I'm talking about.

Well, a hundred years,
probably won't be any cattle drives.

We got our lives right now,
not a hundred years.

Anyway, you never even said
you'd wanna look twice at me,

no matter where or when we were.

I've already looked twice at you.

For what it's worth, I...
I could look some more.

For what it's worth.

Oh.

Don't look at me.
I'm not near pretty enough.

You ain't pretty at all,
but you'll do just fine.

[CHUCKLES]

The ranch is in terrible shape.

The fences need fixing and--
Oh, the barn needs painting.

Oh, well, this darn drive
is gonna take three to four months

to get to the railhead.

The barn and that fence
will have to wait until then.

Oh, they'll wait.

The fences and the barn,
they'll wait.

And I'll wait.

You do that once more,
you're gonna have to marry me.

Oh.

Don't say anything to that. Heh.

Anyway, of course, when you start
fixing the fences and painting the barn,

I might get to work on you.

[CHUCKLES]

I better not frighten you off.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

It's gonna be a long time waiting.

I wish there was some way
of speeding up time.

Very happy to have met you,
Mr. Yates.

I'm very happy to have met you,
Miss Emma. Heh.

- Come back soon.
- I will.

Oh.

I almost forgot to say goodbye.

Goodbye, Rowdy.

Bye, Emma.

Rowdy, stay behind the horses!
There's someone up there with a rifle!

[GUNSHOT]

[ROWDY SIGHS]

I don't know. I did what I could.

1 don't know
if it's gonna be good enough.

I don't know if anything
is gonna be good enough.

Mr. Rowdy, Emma's asking for you.

[EMMA MOANS]

Row-- Rowdy.

You... You look...

You look so far away.

I was afraid maybe you'd gone away.

No, I'm here, Emma.

People do go away, you know?

[MOANS]

And things.

Where's Betsy?

She's right outside.

Oh. I have to take care of Betsy

and not let her get too near the fire,

because...
Because she don't know it burns.

It burns. Oh.

Is Betsy all right?

She's fine.

Oh, the... The barn is a disgrace.

Looks-- Looks terrible.

Don't worry, I'll... I'll paint it.

You'll paint the barn

and fix the fences.

Maybe you'll even marry me.

If you do,

don't let me bring any milk
to the church.

I'll spill it.

[MOANS]

BETSY:
Oh, no.

[BETSY SOBBING]

Oh, no.

We checked up on that hill.
Signs of a man with a rifle.

Horse tracks leading up
into the hills.

I'm riding up.

I'll get the drovers together.

This has nothing to do
with any drovers.

Pete and I will go with you.

No, you won't.

Well, uh, I'll get your horse for you,
Rowdy.

I never told her, Wish.

I think maybe you did.

I'd holler it from the hills now
and she'd never know.

Not now.

Well, she knew.

Women do.

They got a way of knowing before
you ever have to open your mouth.

Of course, they like to be told,
but they don't need to.

BETSY:
Oh, no.

Yeah.

[BETSY SOBBING]

Her sister's pretty broken up.

The girl died.

She got in the way.

The bullet was meant for you.

How does it feel to shoot a woman?

I knew it would bring you up here.

And that pleases you.

It pleases me fine.

Why? I'm not a girl.

I'm not gonna turn my back on you.

That's the way you usually kill, isn't it?
In the back?

Try me.

- Right.
- I'll put a bullet in you

before you get your gun
out of your holster.

You might.

But right now I'm not worried
about living or dying, and you are.

[GRUNTS]

[HORSES APPROACHING]

His killing days are over.

Uh, I'm sure sorry about that girl.

You better get your men ready

because we're bringing that herd
through.

No, no, I ain't gonna need any men.

You go get your herd, bring it through
on the west side of the plateau.

We'll both get our job done.
That fair enough?

Fair enough.

Betsy, we've got your stuff
in the supply wagon.

Pete has some money. We're gonna
buy this calf wagon off you

and that will send you back east
to your people.

The calf wagon ain't worth that much,
Mr. Yates.

I'm setting the price.

Emma, she wanted you
to go back east.

I'd like you to let us send you.

Hyah!

Head them up.

Move them out.

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]