All language subtitles for Rawhide - 2X16 - Incident Of The Wanted Painter_iris3.eng

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try
To understand 'em ♪

♪ Just rope, throw
And brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be livin'
High and wide ♪

♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪

♪ My true love
Will be waitin' ♪

♪ Be waiting at the end
Of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪

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

♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

( whip cracks )

( upbeat theme playing )

PETE:
When you're pushing
three thousand steers

north on the Sedalia trail,

you don't have time to worry
about where you've been.

It's where you're going
that counts,

what's over the next hill,

whether there's grazing ahead,
and water.

It's my job to find out.

I'm Pete Nolan, trail scout
for the Gil Favor drive.

( dramatic theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

MEN:
Hyah!

( tranquil theme playing )

How's it taste?

( sighs )

Well, it's wet.

It looks pretty good.

Why don't you ride back
and tell Mr. Favor,

and I'll ride on ahead and--

( mysterious theme playing )

We got company.

Hello friend.

He's dead.

Yeah.

Got a bullet hole
in his back.

What held him on,
I wonder?

Luck, mostly.

He got this thing hooked
over the horn some way here.

See if you can
get his other arm loose.

It ain't heavy.

Figured the way he's holding
onto it, it must be gold,

Must be valuable.

Charcoal.

Couple silver dollars in there.

"Linseed, oil."

Huh.

What's that?

A painting.

Yeah, it's pretty good.

That one hurts
just to look at.

Yeah.

PETE:
Lampton. Lampton.

I saw that on the map.

It's about 50 miles
north of here.

Rest of them
are all blank.

That's all.

That's all.

( bird screams )

You mean, he got himself shot
just for that?

Hey, take a look, Pete.

( screaming )

The old bird's waiting
for something to die.

I wonder if it's our
owner of the knapsack?

It might be.

( suspenseful theme playing )

He's still alive.

I'll go get some water.

( groans )

" C.F. Roper."

Here you go, now.

Want some more?

( groans )

I got him?

Yeah, you got him.

That knapsack on there,
was that-- Was that yours?

( groans )

Say, I didn't see
your horse, mister.

No horse.

Had a burro.

Well, we'll bury this fella

and then we'll let him
use his horse.

Did you know who he was?

Played poker with me last night.

Followed me.

Well that's it, he was after
your poker winnings, huh?

I lost.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

( grunting )

That got it.

There.
How do you feel now?

Like I just been
shot in the shoulder, mister.

How do you think I feel?

( grunting )

Back down, boy.

Well, I can't stay here forever,

Well, you're gonna stay here
for a couple days,

so make up your mind to it.

What direction
are you headed in?

North,
to Sedalia, Missouri.

I guess north is as good
a direction as any,

Where you from?

Every place. No place.

Abilene, Deadwood, Dodge.

Last place I hit was Lampton.

Did a lot of work in Lampton.

Burned most of it.

Burned?

What kind of work you do,
mister?

Name's Fredericks.

Work is painting.

Barns or pictures?

Some of both.

Barns for money,

paintings for...

Well, I guess I've painted
most-- Most of my life.

Can't quit now.

This fella that robbed you,
what was he after?

No idea.

Nothing of any value
in that pack.

Almost everything I owned

was on that burro.

Blankets, food,

even my paints.

Baltimore.

What?

I been trying to figure
what kind of accent you had.

It's Maryland.

Couldn't be.

Never been that far east.

Now, look mister,

if there's one thing
I do know, it's accents.

I got an ear
like a tuning fork.

So when I say Maryland,
I mean Maryland.

Mr. Favor, sir.

Some men just rode in.

Want to talk to the boss.

All right.

Wishbone, fix him some food
if he's hungry.

Well, what's he ashamed of
being from Baltimore for?

Baltimore ain't
such a bad place.

Better try and get some sleep
after you eat.

We can talk later.

Did you find out any more
about him, boss?

Just his name
is Fredericks.

And he comes from
Baltimore.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Well, I found some letters
in his pocket.

They were postmarked
Baltimore.

PETE:
But the name wasn't Fredericks,

It was C.F. Roper.

Yeah, this whole robbery
didn't make any sense to me.

Same with me.

I told you that other fella
was shot in the back.

Well, now, uh,
what do you think we should do?

Tie him on a horse and head him
in the opposite direction?

Wanted to talk to me?

Are you the head man?

Gil Favor.

Ernie Holzman,
Mr. Favor.

Me and my friends, spotted your
herd and we got to wondering

how you all
was fixed for drovers?

For a change, full up.

I reckon we'd work cheap.

Things been
pretty slow lately.

I might stretch grub and pay
for one of you.

It's the best I could do.

We go together, Mr. Favor.
It's all or none.

None.

HOLZMAN:
Mr. Favor,
hold on a minute.

Uh, Chaffee
was just joshing.

What's the matter
with you, boy?

Stranger don't know whether
you're pulling their leg,

Room for one, huh?

Well, I reckon that's me.

Dollar a day and grub.

Make sure you got
a full canteen.

You'll be riding drag.

Yes, sir, Mr. Favor.

Seemed like
a real nice fella.

Are you clear
out of your mind?

Oh, I ain't goin' be alone
for long.

Did you hear that Georgia drawl
on that old boy

that talked to us
when we first come in?

I reckon he's gonna be real easy
to make friends with.

Him? He don't know nothin'.

What are you gonna do
if you need help?

I leave this here bandanna.

And if y'all see that,
you come quick, you hear?

You should have done the job
when you come on him before.

With them odds against me?

You think
these are better?

Well, I reckon we all
make mistakes, Chaffee boy.

( groans ):
Stupid...

( suspenseful theme playing )

( mysterious theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

( drovers hollering )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( bouncy theme playing )

Hey, Mushy,

you want to learn
how it's done?

Watch me.

Or me.

Now, don't tense up.

WISHBONE:
You want the man

you're up against
to see how scared you are?

Hey, you two.
Leave Mushy alone.

Well, if you expect to make
a gunfighter out of him, mister,

you're wasting your time.

Well, Mr. Fredericks,
he's not teaching me anything,

He's drawing my picture.

Your picture
as a gunfighter?

If you're gonna make Mushy
look like a gunfighter,

you're not only an artist,
you're a magician.

You two go away.

We just want to take a little
look at your picture there.

I said, go away.

You put up your gun,
we don't wanna see your picture.

The next time you stop a bullet,
don't come to me.

You can just
paint it out of ya.

Mushy.

Yes, Mr. Fredericks.

Yes, sir. He can just try
painting that bandage on too.

What's the matter, Wish?

Fredericks still
giving you trouble?

Trouble?

That is the cussedest man
I ever run into.

Tight-mouthed, ornery.

And you know what he calls
those miserable,

knot-headed Texas cows?

Hm?
Beautiful.

Beautiful!

And that ain't the worst of it.

He's got Mushy over there
posin' for him.

Like a gunslinger.

Makes you want to gag.

I think I hurt my hand.

Y'all got something
I could bind her up with?

Over at the supply wagon.

See Billy the Kid.

Thank you.

Mushy, will you stop
fidgeting?

Oh, sorry,
Mr. Fredericks.

Mushy, the cook said
you might have something

I could bandage
my hand with back here.

Sure, Mr. Holzman.
You cut it?

I just scraped her a little.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Howdy.

Say, that's, uh,

pretty good.

The scout says y'all done

a real good picture
of Lampton too.

That's quite a town.

I lived there
for about ten years.

Yes, sir, I wouldn't mind having
a picture of that old place

my own self.

Say, could I see her?

I reckon it's about as close to
home as I'm ever going to get.

Packed away.

Well, couldn't you unpack it,
Mr. Fredericks?

Who knows?
Maybe I'll buy her off you.

It's not for sale.

Ah, come on, Mr. Fredericks.
Don't be that way.

Come on,
go get her for me, huh?

I said it's not for sale.

He still don't
feel too good.

I reckon y'all seen that picture
of my hometown

plenty of times, huh?

Well, no.

He keeps all his things
rolled up here in the knapsack.

That one?

Yeah.

And he don't like nobody
to touch any of his things.

All right, boy.

Mr. Holzman,
your bandage.

( suspenseful theme playing )

HOLZMAN:
He said, he says, "Matt,

I don't want
no more trouble from you."

( laughter )

HOLZMAN:
That's what the captain
says to the prisoner.

You know what the prisoner
says to the captain?

He says, "Captain..."
He says "Captain..." He says,

"You all-- You all gotta
take me back now." He says,

"Ain't nothing gonna keep them
Georgia gals away from me now

but prison bars!"

( all laughing )

Well, that's all the jokes
I got tonight, cowboys.

MAN:
Goodnight, Georgie Tucker.

HOLZMAN:
Well, I'll see you later, boys.

That fella's got more jokes
than a travelin' actor.

He sure ain't backward.

He's been here
three days

and he's friends
with every man in the outfit.

I wouldn't say every man.

Y'all mind if I bunk here?

Ground's free.

What do you make
of Mr. Fredericks?

You ask me, he's running away
from something.

He wouldn't be the first
that tried it.

Did he say anything to you about
when he's gonna move out?

Soon as he's able.

He ain't exactly
a big hit around here,

except maybe with Mushy.

See you in the mornin'.

Yeah, night, boys.

( sighs )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( grunts )

Holzman!

( gunshot )

You all right,
Fredericks?

Yeah.

You dirty,
murdering jasper!

He ain't dead yet.

Come on, bring him over
to my wagon.

Mushy, get my bag!

Mr. Favor,
he went for my throat.

Did he?

Another minute
and he'd have killed me.

Right here,
with all of us sleeping

not more than ten feet away?

He was gonna do it.

Why?

I don't know.

Crazy, maybe.

Look, Fredericks, a man can get
attacked once for no reason.

It could be an accident,
or just bad luck.

Not twice.

What are you gonna do,
if he dies?

Nothing.

You were defending yourself.

I'd have to swear
that's how it looked.

You never did like having
me here, did you, Mr. Favor?

I never said that.

I'm not an easy man
to get along with. I know that.

Maybe it's my fault.

You get close to people,
you start caring about them.

I'm well enough to ride now.
I'll leave tomorrow.

You'd be smart if you
thought twice about that.

Why?

Holzman didn't
ride in here alone.

If he had reason to kill you,
maybe his friends did too.

But, why?

Beats me.

We'd better
try and find out.

Mr. Favor.

He'd have killed me
if you hadn't yelled out.

Forget it.

I'm not pleased
with very much in my life,

except some of my drawings.

They're not for sale, but,

I'd like to give you one,
if you'll take it.

N-no need for that.

Make it easier for me.

I don't know much
about paintings.

You just take your pick.

Well, there.
There that'd be fine.

He's dead, boss.

Nothin' I could do.

Got him right
near the heart.

Mushy, put that in the wagon.

Yes, sir.

I found this on him.

"Thursday the l4th, dawn."

Make any sense to you?

Nope.

CLEMENTS:
He lived in Lampton, Mr. Favor.

It's not too far off the trail.

He had a feeling
somethin' might happen.

He told me to take him back
if he died.

I'll do it.
He's my responsibility.

He asked me.

We're pushing a herd.
You'll be needed here.

He was my friend,
Mr. Favor.

Turned out we're both
from Georgia.

Same county, even.

Most of the men don't think
Holzman started the trouble.

They could be wrong.

They want to know when you aim
to put Fredericks off the drive.

He'll stay
as long as he has to.

He's voodoo.

He draws trouble
like steers draw flies.

I'd like to go
into Lampton with you.

What for?

Send a telegram
to Baltimore.

Find out who C.F. Roper
really is.

Suit yourself.

( mysterious theme playing )

( bell ringing )

All right, go ahead.

Hold it, hold it.

Name?

Gil Favor.

Rowdy Yates.

Where you from?

San Antone.

We're driving a herd
north to Sedalia.

One of my men
got himself killed.

He was from here in Lampton.

Take a look at him, Harry.

Recognize him?

Can't say I do.

But he's probably tellin'
the truth about being drovers.

HARRY:
Couple of the boys said they saw
a herd coming north.

Accident?

Man killed him
in self-defense.

COOGAN:
Witnesses?

Myself and most the crew.

Where do you aim
to take him?

Funeral parlor,
I guess.

Todd!

Take these men
into the undertaker.

Give me your guns.

You can pick them up
when you leave.

What's this all about,
marshal?

We're hangin' a man.

And we got word
that some of his friends

might try to
come after him.

Must be a pretty
important man, huh?

To some.

Name's Sinclair.

Sinclair?

You wouldn't be talking about
the famous Major Sinclair?

Yeah, I would.

You know him?

No, I know of him.

Even in a Yankee prison I've
heard of Fightin' Tom Sinclair.

The best cavalryman
the South ever had.

Marshal, what did he do?

Forgot the war was over,
turned outlaw.

Admits to more
than a dozen murders.

When is to be the hanging?

Tomorrow.

Thursday, the l4th, at dawn.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Go ahead, Todd.

I always heard what a great man
Major Sinclair was.

They can't hang him.

Sergeant, what's the Army
got to do with this business?

Well, not a thing,
Mr. Favor.

Sinclair was tried in the
territory court as a civilian.

Only reason we're here
is 'cause Marshal Coogan

asked for help
in keeping the peace.

But I didn't even think
the major lived in these parts.

SOLDIER:
He don't. He was tried
over in Oakfield.

But they had so much trouble,
they transferred him to Lampton.

I can see
how there'd be trouble,

Did you know him?

Served under him.

You suppose there'd be
any chance of seeing him?

Well, you're supposed to go

straight to the undertakers,
and back again.

Still, don't see
much harm in it.

I'll take you
over the alley.

Thanks.

Rowdy, take care of him.

Second window.

Thanks.

Major Sinclair?

Who is it?

Favor, Gil Favor.

Lieutenant Favor.

It's been a few years.

What are you doing
in these parts?

I'm trail boss and I got a herd
a few miles south of town.

How'd all this happen, anyway?

Fortunes of war, I made the
mistake of gettin' caught.

I stayed behind during a raid
to kiss a lady's hand.

Sometimes gallantry
can be expensive, huh?

A raid?

When my men and I
find injustices,

we try to correct them.

Now, some people
call us guerillas.

That's an ugly word.

You see, we're just trying
to get back a little

of what the North
took away from us.

The war is over, major.

Maybe I'm a just a man
who can't break a habit.

I'm afraid I intend to go on
with my raids for quite a while.

Well, these bars are just
temporary Mr. Favor.

My men will be calling
long before dawn.

The authorities thought they
could prevent that little visit

by transferring me
to another town

where my boys
weren't so familiar.

But they'll be here.

You know, it's a lucky thing
you came along.

One thing we didn't expect
was an army detail.

Most of the men on your crew
are from the South, I take it?

Some are.

Why?

I'm surprised you haven't
figured it out yet,

haven't offered assistance.

My men hired on
as trail drovers.

Not jail-breakers.

Suppose you let your men decide.

Suppose they don't feel they
want to see Tom Sinclair

strung up like a horse thief.

The fighting was supposed
to stop at Appomattox.

I can't let them in
for any more bloodshed.

Mr. Favor, I didn't think you
were the kind of man

who sheds his loyalty
along with his uniform.

Never mind, my men will free me
without your help.

They're not the kind who run

when the odds
are stacked against them.

Go on back to your cows,
Mr. Favor.

I took him
to the undertakers,

and then I went by
the telegraph office.

But you can't send a wire
out of here

'till after this hanging.
Uh-huh.

About Holzman, boss,

undertaker says
he never laid eyes on him.

Said he couldn't
have ever lived here.

One of Sinclair's men.

None of the others ever
been in Lampton neither.

Wonder how they expect
to bust him out of jail

in a strange town.

Come on.

( tense theme playing )

Rowdy,

Take a look back.
Tell me what you see.

ROWDY:
The painting.

FAVOR:
They'll still be after it.

And Mushy's got it.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

I think I spotted
those same riders again.

Up there,
under that tree.

And I thought I saw Clements
talking to them.

What do you think?
Rustlers?

Maybe.

Get Scarlet over here.

You bet.

Mr. Clements.

Mr. Clements!

( gunshot )

( horse whinnies )

( gunshots )

You all right, boy?

Mr. Clements stole somethin'.

Stole what?

Mr. Favor's painting.

That better?

Yeah, it's better.

Anything I can do?

Yes, there's something
you can do, Mr. Fredericks.

You can take your pack
and get out of here.

Now, go on.

Get that Jonah's face of yours,
out of my sight.

Clements get away?

They all got away.

Mushy all right?

Oh, yeah he's fine, fine.

That ain't true,
Mr. Favor.

He's hurt.
He's hurt bad.

Big, clumsy,
gangling, useless--

Clements did it?
Yeah.

Holzman must've talked Clements
into joining up with him.

Yeah, that's why he wanted to go
into Lampton, to scout it.

Yeah. I suppose he stole
the Lampton painting too.

How'd you know?

That's what they've
been after all the time.

Ever since one of them
saw it one night

when he was playing poker
with you, Fredericks.

But what did they want it for?

They're Major
Tom Sinclair's men.

Guerillas.

That the Tom Sinclair
we know?

They're hangin' him tomorrow.

Boys have to have
a plan of the town

if they're gonna
set him free.

Hangin' him for what?

Uh, some trumped-up
murder charge.

He was tried legally
in a court of law.

Yeah, well, two will get you
ten, it was a Yankee jury too.

PETE:
Sometimes legal depends on
which side you're on, Mr. Favor.

Personally, I'd hate to see
a man like the major hanged.

He won't be
if his boys show up.

Yeah, well,
they'd better show up.

Just take it easy,
all of you.

Well, I don't give a hang
or a hoot or a holler

whether they
show up or not.

All I know is that
my cook's louse

got his side tore up on
account of that Mr. Fredericks.

It never would've happened

if he hadn't joined up
with this drive.

Hard man to figure.

I'd sure like to know
what he's covering up.

Oh, you would,
would you?

Yes, I would.

Where'd you get
the letters?

He dropped 'em.

"Dear Charlie,
I enclose a picture of Susan,

"taken last week
on her birthday.

"She's a very
bright little girl

"and becoming very pretty.

"She's asking why her daddy

"never comes to see her.

"We tell her,
he's on a long trip.

"She wants you, Charlie.
She needs you.

"But of course,
you know best.

I still take flowers
to Tallie's grave--"

Well, don't stop now.
Read the rest.

I'm sorry, Mr. Fredericks.

Why?

Because my wife died?

What does it mean to you?

We thought you might be
hidin' from something.

Maybe I was.

Fredericks--

No, I-I couldn't let
these men down now.

So you listen,

you all listen carefully.

I was a portrait painter
back east.

A good one,
I made good money.

And I married the prettiest girl
you ever saw.

She never wanted any children.

I did.

And it killed her.

Everything stopped for me,
the whole world stopped.

I couldn't paint.

I couldn't even breathe.

So I told my sister
to take care of the little girl,

and I came out here.

I swore to myself
nothing like that

would ever happen
to me again.

There'd never again
be anybody to lose.

So I'm sorry gentlemen, I--

I couldn't confess to a murder.

That's all I can do.

And I thank you Mr. Favor,
for all you've done.

I'll leave now.

Which way you headed?

I don't know. South.

If you're not
going any place particular,

could you drop by Lampton?

Why?

Tell the marshal about
the painting. Let him know

there's gonna be an attack
so he can get prepared for it.

What happens in Lampton
is none of my business.

My way is south.

I'll be going into Lampton.

Lampton?
What for?

To make sure the marshal
hangs the major?

No, to try
and stop the killing

when they try
to break him loose.

And more killing after that,
in case they do get him free.

But you served--
The major's a friend of yours.

Look, with Fredericks' painting,

they got a clean layout
of that town.

They got a good chance
to slaughter,

kill a lot
of innocent people.

Now, do you think somebody ought
to let them know about it?

Well, I ain't
going with you.

Nobody asked you to!

Now, you get the herd movin'.
I'll catch up.

( melancholy theme playing )

Somebody ought
to go with him.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Thought you said the Army
was blocking off the road.

They were.

No town should be this empty.

You think
they been here already?

Not in daylight.

MAN:
All right, hold it.

Well, mister, did you come back
for the funeral?

Got some news for you, Coogan.

That's just dandy.

Now, drop your guns
and get down.

Any more of 'em,
Harry?

No more.

The sergeant tells me
you're a friend of Sinclair's.

What are you supposed to be,
the advance scout?

Where's the Army?

What do you care?

You got bad trouble coming.

Not as much
as you think, mister.

You weren't so hard to spot.

Harry picked you up
over a mile away.

Yeah, but there's
no moon tonight.

What's Harry gonna do
when it gets dark?

Well, if you fanatics
are crazy enough

to try to fight me in my own
backyard at night,

I pity you.

There's only one trouble,

it's gonna be like
their own backyard too.

They've got a plan of the town.

Yeah, they ain't
gonna need daylight.

They're gonna know this street
like they were born here.

Every building, hiding place,
alley.
You're lying.

We know there's at least
five of 'em.

Now, where's the Army?

They were called
back to the fort.

Why?

Indian trouble.

It was a question of guarding
Sinclair, or fighting Indians.

The rest of town decided
it wasn't their problem.

Most of them
left for the night.

The ones that are left

are hiding out
around here like rats.

You're gonna need help.

Inside, come on.

Inside.

Well, Mr. Favor.

Hello, major.

I appreciate
you coming back,

but you didn't
have to trouble yourself.

My men won't need any help,
especially since

your blue-bellied friends
took their departure.

I didn't come back
to help your men.

No?

They claim they wanna help me,
Sinclair. How do you like that?

And you don't trust 'em?

Would you in my place?

I'm afraid I have
the advantage of you, marshal.

I knew this man well once.

Yeah, I'd trust him.

Do you know why I considered you
such a good soldier?

No, sir.

Because once you
decided on the right,

you clung to it like grim death.

SINCLAIR:
I admire that.

I'm only sorry that
your idea of right and mine

no longer coincide.

So am I.

I'll try to keep my men from
killing you when they attack.

( dramatic theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

What are you doing here,
sergeant?

The hanging over with?

Nope.
We got called away.

Called aw--?

Who's guarding Major Sinclair?

Just the marshal.

What?

Where's your friend?

He's with the marshal.

( ominous theme playing )

Marshal!

Yeah?

Single rider
coming down the road.

Hey, wait a minute,
here comes another one.

What are you doing here?

I thought you were determined
to head south.

The range is still open,
isn't it?

A man can still ride
where he pleases.

If you came here to warn
the marshal, you can forget it.

It's already been done.

I didn't come
to warn anybody.

I just found myself
in the area,

I thought I'd stop by
for a drink.

Unless you object.

( footsteps )

What are you two
doing in there?

What are you two
doing out there?

You two keep that up
you've got the beginning

of a pretty good minstrel show.

Straight back.

COOGAN:
Come on.

Major Sinclair.

Well, it's a real honor
to meet you, sir.

Even in here.

Uh, my name's
Rowdy Yates.

And did you come to help
hang me too, Mr. Yates?

Yeah, well, I-I guess
you might say I did, sir.

Well, as a poet says,

with friends like these,
who needs enemies?

Welcome back, boy.

Back?

To the fold.

Good to see you too,
again, Fredericks.

FAVOR:
Or is it Roper?

It's Fredericks.
And don't misunderstand.

He come by for a drink.

All right, maybe I did intend
telling about the painting.

After all, it's my work.

I felt obligated to.

But that's
as far as it goes.

I meant to speak my piece,
and be on my way.

The sun will be down soon.

I-I figured maybe
I'd better

set up a post
on the edge of town

before it gets
too dark to see.

Coogan, get some sense,
let us out of here.

You ain't got much time left.

He's got a point, marshal.

What's there
to kidding ourselves?

We sure can't do it alone.

We can try.

Rowdy?

Yeah?

FAVOR:
How far away is the herd?

It's about six miles,
due south.

Coogan, I got 20 men
with that herd.

I can get ten if you'd let me
send a note with your deputy.

Now, why waste ten more lives,
Mr. Favor?

Use your head.
They're drovers.

How could they be
Sinclair's men?

Only six miles, marshal.

I can make it there and back
while it's still light.

It's the only way.

FREDERICKS:
There's another way.

Set Sinclair loose.

Sir, I second that motion
heartily.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

CHAFFEE:
"Jim, send ten men to Lampton
quick. Favor."

How'd you come
to bring this to us?

I told you.

I-I didn't wanna
get killed.

The minute the soldiers left,
I-I knew that was the end of us.

I watched the smoke from
your campfire all afternoon,

wondering whether
I should come over or not.

And what finally
decided you, deputy?

When I seen the marshal
wasn't gonna give in.

You could've picked up
them ten men to help you.

( scoffs ):
They're cattle drovers.

What do they know
about fighting?

Well, you could've taken off
in the other direction.

And just kept goin'.

Well, maybe
I'm a Sinclair man myself.

( snickers )

I figured it might be
worth a few dollars to ya

to know how the town's laid out.

We already know that.

That is,
if this thing is accurate.

Is it?

It's perfect.

That's me on the jail roof,
raising the flag.

How'd you get up there, boy?

There's a trapdoor, it opens up
from the marshal's office.

That just about
makes it perfect.

HARRY:
None of the townspeople
will bother you,

but the marshal's
got four cowherds,

if he can trust 'em.

Where they spotted?

Right now, they're locked up.

( laughs )

Oh, man,
this is gonna be too easy.

HARRY:
I, uh...

I figured that information
might be worth something.

Well, sure, boy.

You're selling this information
to us, you could just as easily

sell it to somebody else,
now couldn't you?

But we owe it to you.

Clements, I-I want you
to give him what it's worth.

Yes, sir.

Something's wrong.
He should have been back by now.

Coogan, at least give us
a chance to defend ourselves.

Shut up.

( mysterious theme playing )

Mister, if you're lying to me
and there is a hereafter,

I hope you burn
a thousand years.

Thanks, Coogan.

Frederick, get in back,
keep your head down.

Why?

Well, this isn't
any of your business.

Nor yours.

Mr. Favor, I've thought a lot
about why you're here,

and about why I'm here.

That suggestion I made about
Sinclair being set loose,

I knew it was wrong
the minute I said it.

Odd, but I think I know now

where I'm going
after this is over.

Where's that?

Back to Baltimore.

I'm glad to hear that,
Fredericks.

The name is Roper.

I'll go up.

Pete, come on!

( gunshot )

( gunshots )

Hold it!

Major?

Take him, boys.

He's no murderer.
He won't pull that trigger.

Marshal?

Yeah?

What's your orders
concerning the major?

That he's to be executed
at or before dawn

of the 14th by
a duly authorized law officer.

All right,
then make me a deputy.

Done.

See major, you were right
about the difference

between murder and execution.

It's all just
a matter of words.

Now, tell your men
to drop their guns.

Why should I?
What difference does it make

whether I'm hung or shot?

It doesn't.

Make us a deal, mister.

No deal.

What do we got to gain?

Not a thing.
Except time.

While that man's alive,
there's still a grain of hope,

for a new trial
or a pardon,

There's nothing
if he's dead.

All right, boys.

Pete?
Yeah.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm all right.

You all right?

Yeah.

Congratulations.

I'm sorry, major.

I know you are.

Tell me something, Mr. Favor,
you were my friend.

Would you have
pulled that trigger?

Would you in my place?

( upbeat theme playing )

Head 'em up!

( cattle mooing )

Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin'
Rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Though the streams
Are swollen ♪

♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Through rain and wind
And weather ♪

♪ Hell bent for leather ♪

♪ Wishin' my gal
Was by my side ♪

♪ Oh, the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles
Love and kissin' ♪

♪ Are waiting at the end
Of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪

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

♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

( bold theme playing )