All language subtitles for Rawhide - 2X21 - Incident At Sulphur Creek_iris3.eng

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Let '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 )

( whip cracks )

( tranquil theme playing )

PETE:
Beeves come in all colors
and sizes.

But whether they're
Sonora Reds or white faces,

sabinos or rusties,

they've all got
one thing in common:

no brains.

During the day,
you've gotta lead 'em

to make sure they don't walk

into cactus patches,
where they scrape their hides,

or over stony ground,
where they cut their hooves,

or off the side of a mountain,
where they break their neck.

And at night, somebody's gotta
pick a sleepin' place for 'em.

That's usually me.
I'm Pete Nolan, trail scout.

What's the matter?

Ain't you got the hang
of that yet, Waltzer?

No, I ain't.

But that don't mean
I'm gonna quit tryin'.

Why bother?

Takes my mind off things.

Oh, yeah?
What things?

Cattle mostly.

I hate 'em.

You sure picked yourself
a right job.

Oh, I wasn't a drover
all the time.

Oh, if I was to tell you
the story of my life...

Well, please, don't.

This day's only got
24 hours in it.

You wouldn't believe it
anyway.

Hey Soos.

¿Sí?

Would you do
my laundry for me?

I mean, for pay.

( chuckles )

I'm sorry, señor,

but I must get back
to the remuda.

You see, if it ain't cows,
it's horses.

Would you believe me
if I was to tell you

that before the war
I owned a plantation?

Thirty-thousand acres in cotton,
20-room house,

servants to do
my every biddin'.

Yeah, did ya?

No, but it would have been
kind of nice, wouldn't it?

( suspenseful theme playing )

Señor Rowdy, Señor Waltzer.

( speaks in Comanche )

What is it you want?

( speaks in Comanche )

Kah-Wah.

( speaks in Comanche )

Blast this needle.
Won't hold still.

Want me to hold it for you?

Mr. Favor,
when the time has come

when I can't thread
a needle without help,

I'll-- I'll turn
cook's louse.

Somebody call me?

Mushy, get back in there
till you're fit to be seen.

Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

Maybe you've had him
peeling too many taters.

That didn't come

from peeling potatoes,
Mr. Favor.

That come from trying
to rope a steer.

His first mistake
was falling off the horse.

What was his second?

Turning his back
on the steer.

He's just lucky
I ain't sewing up him.

( laughs )

Mountain country ahead,
Mr. Favor.

Going to be
a little rough.

In that case we better graze
the beeves another day

before moving on.

All right.

( rider approaching )

( dramatic theme playing )

FAVOR:
You want something?

I seek your chief.

I'm the trail boss,
if I can help you.

You have many horses.

Yeah?

Why?

Many horses were stolen
from our tribe.

Why do you come to us?

I will tell you

after you have shown me
all your horses.

I can tell you right now.

We captured three of your men
by the stream.

I want to see your horses.

Yeah, Rowdy and Hey Soos
and Waltzer went down

to the stream,
maybe an hour ago.

If any of those men
are hurt...

They were not hurt.

Not yet.

Take a look.

You think he's telling
the truth, boss?

I don't know.

We could take care
of him,

then light out
after the others.

No, they could be watching us
from any of these hills.

Why don't
they come down and ask

like any decent human being?

Playing it safe, I guess.
I just hope we are.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Oh, what do they want?

They ain't bother
telling us.

Well, if it's our scalps,
what have they been waiting for?

If it's our scalps,
I don't mind waiting.

They got no right
tying up our men.

Hold it, Wish.

They do not have
our horses.

You are certain of this?

( speaks in Comanche )

There is no matter
of guns between us.

Glad of that.

Kah-Wah tells me
there are no horses of ours

in your remuda.

Good.

Good for you.

It is not good for us.

If that means you'll have
trouble hunting for food,

we've got some scrub cattle
we can spare.

No, we seek only that
which is ours.

( dramatic theme playing )

You all right?

Yeah, but I don't
believe them.

Well, they wouldn't accept
any of our cattle.

And they didn't claim
any of our horses were theirs.

Just probably wanted a good look
at our remuda, that's all.

They could have done that
without being seen themselves.

Just the same,
I'll bet they come back.

FAVOR:
Afraid you're wrong.

All I know is I ain't
gonna miss 'em.

( tranquil theme playing )

( cattle bellowing )

I knew a girl once,
said she wished she was a man

so she could live
the real exciting life we do.

Hope you didn't
disappoint her.

I may be dumb,
but I'm not that dumb.

I didn't exactly come out
and say so,

but I sorta lead her
to believe

that trail-herding was just
one big high spot after another.

Don't your conscience
ever bother you, boy?

Not in this heat.

You know, I got a good idea,
Mr. Wishbone.

Why don't we go
on ahead of the herd

and let 'em eat our dust
for a while?

Yeah, that's a great idea.

Should I ask Mr. Favor?

No.

I wouldn't want
to see him get hurt.

How would he get hurt
by that?

When he falls off his horse

laughing at such
an idiot suggestion.

Well, what's idiot
about it?

Say we're out in front,

then they start to stampede.

You figure to outrun 'em
in this wagon?

I never thought of that.

Guess I don't know
very much.

Well, you're improving.

You know more now
than you did two minutes ago.

Hey, Waltzer.

Waltzer.

Time to relieve Hey Soos.

Mr. Favor,

would you believe me
if I was to tell you

that before the war
I used to own a riverboat?

Did you?

Oh, everybody always
asks me that.

Well, if you hurry, you can
get my spot by the fire.

It's still warm.

Gracias.
The night is cold.

Yeah. It's always cold
on a trail, even when it's hot.

You know why?

Sí, señor.

I have been shaving
for many years now.

Have a good night.

With horses?

( both laugh )

Would you believe me
if I was to tell you

I was once a general
in the Confederate Army?

( horse neighs )

Horse, shut up.

( mysterious theme playing )

Horses.

( horse whinnies )

The remuda!

It told you
it was those Indians.

Doesn't make much difference
who it was.

We can't chase 'em afoot.

Take a look at him, Wish.
He may be hurt.

We'd better bring in
the night riders.

Fine.

Now we'll have 3,000 head
of cattle,

20 drovers
and two horses.

( Waltzer groans )

How you feeling?

Oh, ah, not too good,
Mr. Favor.

Anything broken?

No.

Just an almighty big lump

as near as I can tell.

You remember anything
about what happened?

Oh, I went after a stray horse
and I got jumped.

Hey, the remuda!

How's the herd?

Fine, sir.

Where do you think
you're going?

After the thieves.
Alone?

Sure, if I pick up
their trail,

then I can find out
which way they headed.

And then what?

There's Quince.

FAVOR:
He must have heard
those shots.

What's keeping him?

Favor, there are some
of my horses scattered

the other side
of that ridge.

Go get 'em!

( tense theme playing )

Half our string.

That's all
we could find, boss.

They sure took
the top ones.

Indians managed to hold on
to the others.

Why aren't we going
after 'em?

They've had a good six hours
to hide out.

And Comanches can hide out
pretty good.

Well, horses leave tracks,
you know.

We've got a herd
to watch after.

Pete, what's the nearest town?

Wayville.
It's about a day's ride.

Graze the herd here two,
three days maybe.

That'll give you time enough
to buy new horses,

if you can find
any for sale.

I'll find 'em.

If you need some help
to bring 'em in...

Hey Soos,
you'll go along.

Sí, Señor Favor.

I'd like
to go along too, boss.

Uh, Pete's liable to need
some help if he runs across

those Comanches.
All right.

I'd appreciate it
if you let me go too,

Mr. Favor.

You're not in very good shape.

Well, there's nothin' wrong
with me except my head

and that don't count.

( chuckles )

You got three days
at the outside.

Good luck.

( tranquil theme playing )

Somebody needs help.

Whoa!

Whoa!

( panting )

( horse snorts )

The horse will handle better
if you hold onto the reins...

Reverend.

( pants )

I-I'm sure of that.

I was asleep.

My parish is rather large,
you see.

Oh, I'm forgetting to properly
thank you, young men.

Well, I'm Pete Nolan.

That's Rowdy Yates.

Bill Waltzer
and Hey Soos Patines.

We're trail drovers, we're on
the Sedalia trail out here.

Ah.

I have a ridiculous name.

Heh. Lucius Porteous. Ha.

I should be large,
red-faced...

I'm afraid I'm wandering
and-- And I shall be late.

I do enjoy christenings.

Well, you going into Wayville?

Oh, goodness, no.

Uh, the Sulphur Creek Ranch.

It's quite an occasion
for Arvid Lacey.

His first-born.

You said a ranch, uh,

would they have horses
for sale there?

Oh, indeed they would.

That's where I bought, uh,
Lucifer.

Now, I-- I really should
change his name.

Well-- Well, we need
to buy some horses fast.

Well, why don't you ride
into the ranch with me?

It's much closer

than Wayville.

What do you say, Rowdy?

Well, why not?

All right.

Keep your eye on old Lucifer.

Heh. I'll try to stay awake.

( chuckles )

( dramatic theme playing )

( chuckles )

ARVID:
Aw, look at that.

Looks just like me,
don't he?

MAN:
He sure does, Mr. Lacey.

Arvid Lacey, Jr.

Ain't got a tooth
in his head yet.

Doesn't know right
from left

or the time of day.

Or even that he's my son.

But the time's gonna come
when he'll know.

And he's gonna get everything
I've got and more.

Williams, that preacher
show up yet?

No sign of him.
Aw, it ain't right,

my son being more
than a month old

and not even christened
proper yet.

If we lived near a town,
Arvid...

I told you,
even before we married,

that when I look out
of that window

I don't want to see anything
but my own land.

You told me, Arvid.

Let me help you.

I can carry it myself.

Clara.

You better get
out of here, Brad.

I've got to talk to you.

I'm his wife.

I'm his brother.

And both of us belong to him,

just like his horses.

Clara, I'd like
to tell you something.

You'd like
to tell me something.

There's lots of things
you'd like to do.

But Arvid does them
and you...

You better go out
the same door you came in.

Back door.

Preacher's here,
Mr. Lacey.

Mm.

Never waited so long
for a man in all my life.

Got some fellas
with him.

Hey, this is some spread.

Finest around here.

Well, preacher,

you rounding up guests
for the christening?

Heh. Well, not really.

Except I ran into 'em
on the south road.

( chuckles )

You know, that's almost
exactly what I did.

Ah.

Oh, uh, they're shopping
for horses, Mr. Lacey.

Well, they come
to the right place.

But not the right time.
I'm afraid you'll have to wait.

Well, we're kind of
in a hurry.

How many horses
you need?

PETE:
Forty or 50.

That's a lot of horses.

What do you need 'em for?

Oh, we got a herd
on the Sedalia Trail.

Uh, Indians stole
about half our remuda.

Ah, that's a bad habit
they got.

Well, there ain't a ranch
closer within a hundred miles

have that many horses
to sell.

Make you a deal.

You stay for the christening,
I'll do business right after.

I'm liable to be
in a good frame of mind.

Uh, it's my first-born.

What do you say?

We haven't got
much choice.

No. Go anyplace else,
it'd just take more time.

ARVID:
Now, there's a man with sense.

Williams, go look
after the horses,

give 'em a good feed,
will you?

Gentlemen, come on inside.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Well...

Well, now that my son has got
himself a name,

I invite you all to eat up
and drink up

and just generally
enjoy yourselves.

Come on.
Help yourselves.

Hey, preacher, you know,

folks a hundred miles around
laughed at me

when I up and got married
to a girl young enough

to be my daughter.
Well, I wouldn't say that.

Oh, it's just
your Christian duty

to be charitable.

It's my business to know
when I'm being laughed at,

and they sure laughed at me,
didn't they?

Not anymore
they ain't, though.

( playing
"Camptown Races" )

I, uh...

I better get the rest
of the food.

Hey, where's Brad?

He wasn't feeling good.

Ah. Come on, preach, you got
a long drive back to town.

You better fortify yourself.
Hey, there's plenty of food.

Help yourselves. Come on.

Well, actually, we came
to buy horses, Mr. Lacey.

Ah, you can't buy 'em hungry.

Well, we're kind of
in a hurry.

Yeah.
Well, there's, uh...

There's a bunch
in the corral,

back of the barn there.

You take a look at them.
I'll still be here.

BOTH:
All right.

Good.

Williams,

will you just sort of
keep an eye on them?

Sure, Mr. Lacey.

The christening
was very nice.

I like parties.

So did my wife.

We used to have 200,
300 guests.

But you told me
you never got married.

I did?

Couldn't afford
to feed them guests anyway.

( horse whinnies )

You know, Pete,

Mr. Lacey seems
like a nice fella.

Yeah.

Mrs. Lacey's all right too.

( chuckles )

Yeah, but you got to remember
she's Mrs. Lacey.

Hey, señores!

I think maybe my eyes
are not so good.

ROWDY:
Hey, there's one
of my top horses.

And the boss' cuttin' horse.

( suspenseful theme playing )

All the missing horses
are in there.

( horses whinnying )

Wasn't the Indians.

No, it wasn't the Indians.

Let's go get Lacey.

No, wait a minute.

Lacey knew we were
from the drive.

Still he let us look
at the horses anyway.

Yeah?

Well, he's got more men
than we have.

Well, you got
any ideas, then?

We'll just have to go ahead
and pay him for 'em.

Pay for our own horses?

And give a horse thief
a bonus?

You must be crazy.

( gunshot )

( horse whinnies )

Mr. Lacey didn't invite you
inside the corral.

Well, Lacey's a horse thief.

That ain't a nice thing
to say.

Well, I wouldn't mind
repeating it.
Rowdy.

Heard a gunshot.

It struck a wrong note.

That's not the proper way
to celebrate a christening.

They was trying to bust
into the corral, Mr. Lacey.

Oh, no.

( horse whinnies )

Now, you ought
to know better than that.

Those are our horses
in there, mister.

You sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Then you'll know
what they're worth.

I tell you what,
since this is a special day,

you can have 'em at half

the going price.
These are our horses.

Why should we pay for 'em?

I got expenses, mister.

Now where else could you get

as fine a string of horses
as that at half-price?

Then you admit
you stole 'em?

Sheriff in town has got
pretty big ears,

but they don't stretch
this far though.

All right.
We'll buy.

Pete, what are you saying?

We got no other choice.

By the time
we get the law out here,

there won't be
any herd left.

You're a practical man.

The kind I like
to do business with.

Take their guns.

ARVID:
All right.

Let's go back to the house
and make the sale legal.

"Legal"?

There you are,

Mr. Nolan,

signed, sealed

and totally legal.

Well, you can't say
I'm not a fair man.

You still have
some money left.

Well, this bill of sale
looks all right to me.

I hope you won't
mind too much

at Rowdy spouting off
like that.

He's kind of hotheaded.

Uh, as long
as there's a profit,

I don't mind anything.

Well, he's young,
that's what it is.

When you're young,
you get steamed up

about things
like horse thieves.

Horse traders,
I should say.

( snickers )

( dramatic theme playing )

You'll find out
some of the rest of us

get excited about things
like horse thieves.

Tell 'em to get away
from that door.

I'll pull this trigger.

Get away from that door!
All of you!

WILLIAMS:
You all right, Mr. Lacey?

Tell him the only way
you're gonna stay all right

is if they turn
their guns over to us.

Now, I could tell you to.

Well, you could.

None of you'll get
out of here alive.

But you'd never know.

Williams!

WILLIAMS:
Yeah, Mr. Lacey?

You and the others turn

your guns over
to the drovers.

But, Mr. Lacey--

You heard me!

Rowdy!?
ROWDY: Yeah.

When you got all their guns
let me know.

Yeah, I'll do that,
Pete.

All right, Pete.
Come on out.

No, don't get upset, Clara.

We just had
a business disagreement.

Why did they take the guns?

Well, it was
a violent disagreement.

Is that our money?

Yeah.

Now you got
some money left.

Well, what about a bill
of sale, Pete?

It's all signed, sealed
and totally legal.

Well, good, now we own
those horses twice.

I brought you men here.

Yeah, I think you better come
along with us too.

PORTEOUS:
Why?

Why did you take
that money and the guns?

Well, it was, uh,
business, uh, ma'am.

I don't believe you.

Are you thieves?

Your husband is, ma'am.

Those horses in the corral
were stolen

from our remuda last night.

Sure they were.

All right, now you act
real surprised, Clara.

I suppose I shouldn't be,
but I am.

Why, Arvid?

I'm 50 years old.

I wanted land, a house,

stock.

I wanted you.

I wanted a kid
to be called Arvid Lacey, Jr.

And when you're 50 years old
you haven't got time

to pick and choose,
you grab.

All right,
I grabbed.

And now?

I'll keep on grabbing.

Don't move, anybody.

( dramatic theme playing )

Put your guns down,
drovers.

Put 'em down!

HEY SOOS:
Señor Pete.

I am very much afraid
to die,

but I could get one
or two of them.

You haven't got
a chance, Hey Soos.

Brad.

Yeah?

Brad, put your gun away.

You crazy?

You said once you'd do anything
I ever asked you to.

Shut up.

Remember?

That was the night
you said you loved me.

I told you to shut up!

Come on,
let's get out of here.

You too, preacher,
you've seen enough.

Lacey's not gonna
let you live.

Yes, I suppose I should.

Is there anything
I can say to you, Arvid,

that would...?

What, save my soul?

Cause me to repent?
I don't know, preacher.

If you can think of something,
come back and tell me about it.

Mr. Porteous,
I'm going with you.

PETE:
Ah. Stay where you are, Lacey.

My son and I are going
with you.

( baby crying )

Clara...

now, you can go
where I want,

but you leave my son here.

He's my son!

And mine.

He belongs to me.

Clara,

I'll come after you

in whatever corner
of the world you hide.

PETE:
Waltzer, hitch up
the preacher's horse.

You can start for town.

We'll keep 'em penned in here
for a while.

( gunshot )
( bell rings )

Everybody take cover!
( baby crying )

( dramatic theme playing )

We must have missed a gun
someplace in the house.

The shot didn't come
from the house,

it came from out that way
somewhere.

Lacey must have
some friends out there.

Mrs. Lacey,

does your husband got
any hired hands

that are not inside
the house?

No.

You better get inside.

No, I'm not going back.

We don't even know
who's shooting.

You can't stay out here,
not with that baby.

He's right, Mrs. Lacey.

( gunshot )
( bell ringing )

I would be happy
if they did not strike the bell.

I do not like the sound.

( baby crying )

Mrs. Lacey, I'm not going
to give you a choice.

Now you get inside.

Mr. Porteous.
Yes?

You take my son.

No, Mrs. Lacey.

Won't somebody help me?

I can't take him
back in there!

( gunshot )

Looked like a Comanche.

Probably the same tribe
that came to the herd.

( gunshot )

It's just a...

flesh wound,
that's all.

That all it was?

Well, it's a little more
than that, Waltzer,

but it'll be all right.

I thought maybe it was.

( pants )

Would you believe
that if I...

told you that...

right outside of Vicksburg,

the last time
I was shot...

nobody expected me to live.

Yeah, yeah.
I'd believe you.

Would you?

Yeah.

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

Waltzer's dead.

( baby crying )

There must be a bunch
of them Comanches out there.

Once they start
to make their move...

We can hold 'em off
a little longer.

And after that?

Well, what do you want to do?

We're going to need some help.

We could give the guns
back to Lacey and his men.

Give them their guns back?
Are you crazy?

They'd just soon shoot us
in the back.

Not as long as those Comanches
are out there, they wouldn't.

Supposing we fight off
the Comanches,

what do you think
he's gonna do?

Just pat us on the head
and send us on our way?

We'll have to worry about that
when we come to it.

Mrs. Lacey,

you and the preacher
go first.

Come on.

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

I'd still rather take
my chances

out here with the Comanches.

You're just as dead,
one way as the other.

What do you say,
Hey Soos?

I don't know what to say.

( gunshot )

( bell ringing )

I say we go inside!

Rowdy, get those guns inside.

We'll cover you.

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

Well, speak your piece.

You men better take
your guns back

before the Comanches decide
to rush the house.

Thanks.

So you come back here

because there's
no place else to go, huh?

Now, this is my place.

You understand?
This is my place.

I'm the boss.

Without your guns,
the Comanches would burn

your place
right around your ears.

We've got guns now.

Clara, take my son
in the bedroom.

Stay there with him.

Sutton, Dinger,

you cover the back
of the house.

Williams.
Yeah.

You get up on the roof,
cover the corral.

Right, Mr. Lacey.

Thurman, you...

Mexican, you get in the office
and cover the window.

THURMAN:
Yes, sir.

Brad.

Brad.

You joining the men?

Or maybe you'll be
more comfortable with Clara.

Preacher, you find a safe place
to hide and start praying.

No, I don't think so.

You gonna shoot yourself
some Comanches?

I can't understand

why the Comanches
are attacking this house.

Well, I'll tell you.

We stole some of their horses

and killed a couple
of their braves doing it.

Yes, I thought it might be
something like that.

Well, now, preacher,
just don't you get proud.

I'll not use this gun
against the Indians.

What do you want it for?

For afterwards, Mr. Lacey.
For afterwards.

( gunshot )

( tense theme playing )

( gunshot )

( suspenseful theme playing )

You better give me
a couple more, Mrs. Lacey.

That Dinger eats
like a starved horse.

He can afford
to lose some weight.

There's plenty
of food.

Brad, come get something
to eat.

My wife spoke to you, Brad.

Remember?
The woman you love?

I'm not hungry.

How long can we hold out?

I don't know much
about a thing like this.

You'll find out.

How long is it to town?

Six hours.

Which way?

No, no, no.

We don't have any men
to spare.

I think I can make it.

Look, the Indians won't
wait that long.

It's dark now.
I think I'll have a chance.

I said, you're not going.

Who's gonna stop me?

( dramatic theme playing )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

( gunshot )

We better get
some help.

But you ain't
the one to try.

Why not?
You'll get lost.

I'll risk it.

I won't.

Thurman, he knows
every rabbit trail,

gopher hole, ridge and gully
a hundred miles around.

Yeah, well, what else
does he know?

Enough to stay away
from the sheriff.

I've got friends in town.
He'll bring 'em back.

Times like this,
a man needs friends.

Yeah, shoot us in the back

after we've driven
the Indians off, huh?

Mister, you want
to see Clara's scalp

dangling
from some Indian's belt?

All right, now,
Thurman,

you ought to have
no trouble making it.

There are a couple
of saddle horses out there.

Pick one and then try
the back meadow.

I'll make it easy,
Mr. Lacey.

All right.

( cricket chirping )

That fool's still got
that accordion

hanging around his neck.

Yeah, he'd feel
downright lonely

without that accordion.

And being out there
with all them Comanches around,

a man could easily
feel lonely.

Uh...

I'm not sure I want
that fella to make it.

Señor Wishbone is
a very fine cook.

I would like to be eating now
even his biscuits.

Well, we ever get back to camp
I'll tell him what you said.

Maybe he'll back you up
a special batch.

Señor Pete,
I was only joking.

You know,
once this is over, Brad,

we're gonna have a lot
to talk about.

If we're alive
when it's over.

We'll be alive.
I'm not ready to die yet.

You think dying's gonna wait
on your pleasure?

I know it will, Brad.

I know it will.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( knocking on door )

May I come in,
Mrs. Lacey?

Of course.

( baby babbling )

( somber theme playing )

I just fed him.

PORTEOUS:
Is he asleep?

Not yet.

Tsk. I'm an old man.

I couldn't stay out
in that room.

So much hatred in the air.

So much hatred.

Some of it's my fault.

Yes.

It confuses things.

Life should be simpler, but...

Saint Augustine wrote,

"It is not every bad man
that will ever be good,

but there will be no good man
who was not at one time bad."

I've been bad.

So bad.

But you will be good.

And now we must cry
with Isaiah,

"Watchman, what of the night?"

( baby gurgling )

( tense theme playing )

( sighs )

( accordion playing
erratically )

He ain't got anybody
with him.

But the Indians
aren't stopping him.

Maybe they're gone.

Maybe.

( horse snorts )

Looks like there's
something wrong with him.

Yeah, he don't look
like a man

coming back the way
he wants to.

I'm going out.

Keep me covered.

( suspenseful theme playing )

Thurman,
what happened to you?

Oh...

( slurring ):
Comanches want horses.

Horses and Lacey.
That's what they want.

Then you didn't
get through, huh?

You didn't
get word to...?

Comanches want...life.

Lacey's life.

They hurt me, Mr. Lacey.

They hurt me real bad.

( shuddering )

Thurman.

Thurman.

( gunshot )

Thurman's dead.
No help's coming.

Shut up.

He said that all they wanted
is Lacey.

They're afraid to attack
against all the guns we have.

Thurman said that--
He was out of his head.

This is an old Comanche trick
to get us

to come out to them
one by one.

But we're not gonna fall
for the trick.

We can hold out
and we're gonna hold out.

It's no trick
and you know it.

If they don't get what
they want, we're all gonna die.

ARVID:
Why don't you go cry
on Clara's shoulder?

Now, anybody else
got something to say?

I wouldn't force a man

to go out there
to those Comanches.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't
stop him either, though.

And what about you?

I don't know, Mr. Lacey.

It adds up
easy enough for me.

I didn't think
you could add two and two.

All right,
now, the both of you,

go take Thurman
around the back.

Clara.

You choose.

Choose what?

Brad's right.

If the Comanches don't get
what they want,

they'll hit us
with everything they got.

All at once.

Choose what?

Which Lacey they get.

They don't want Brad.

They don't care.

One Lacey's as good
as another.

It's up to you.

Choose.

It's not up to me.

You can't make it be up to me.

You can't make up
your mind, huh?

All right.

I'll make it up
for you.

For both of you.

I go.

( dramatic theme playing )

Arvid, get away
from that door.

You gonna shoot me down
if I don't?

Dead men don't frighten,
Brad.

I'm not gonna let you go.

I'm not gonna let you die
a big man.

Those Injuns want the big man.
It isn't you.

It wasn't you
who stole their horses

and killed the Indians.

All right.

You stole the horses.

I was gonna show Clara
that you're not the only Lacey

who can do things.

After I sold
those horses up north,

I was gonna take Clara
away from you.

I was gonna make you learn
how it feels

to be second best.

Now...

Now whatever happens
depends on me, doesn't it?

Doesn't it!?

Get away from that door!

I wonder if the Comanches
will keep their word.

We didn't hear 'em
give it.

( Brad screams )

( dramatic theme playing )

( sobs )

Señor Pete,
Señor Rowdy, look!

I guess they want more.

No, hold your fire.

Could be
a trick.

They don't need tricks
anymore.

I'm going out there.

Keep us covered.

Sí.

( horse snorts )

You got the man that stole
your horses and killed your men.

What do you want now?

To take what is ours
and depart in peace.

Go ahead and take your horses.
We're not gonna stop you.

( dramatic theme playing )

Arvid,

do you want me?

Do you want me to come in?

I want my son.

( horses whinnying )

( drovers shouting )

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

( Rawhide theme playing )

( cattle bellowing )

( drovers whooping )

♪ 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 ♪

♪ All 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 ♪

♪ Let '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' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin'
Rollin' ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )