All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E08

Howdy.

Hold, fella... Uh, Miss. I'm
just passing through, ha.

Last man snuck up on me
like that drawed back a stump.

Oh.

Well, I just was gonna
cool off here in the stream.

You got a keenly quiet
way of going about it.

Yeah. You live around here?

You better attend to your cooling
off, mister, and ride on out of here.

Oh, I see you're
cleaning off some...

mavericks.

I didn't see no brands on them.

Ought to be able to tell too,
seeing as I can read and do sums.

Yeah, well, come in mighty handy

culling out the branded
from the unbranded.

Mavericks belongs
to who catches them.

Sure this one didn't
have an accident?

Maybe sit himself down
on a hot branding iron.

Raise your hands, stranger.

Now you sashay around here
slow-like while I can look on you.

While you're doing
that, untie that iron.

Hurry up! Drop it on the ground!

Look, uh, can't I just hand it to
you? It's kind of dirty down in there.

Kick him more.

You go ahead and do
like my brother told you,

and you drop that iron.

I don't care if it
gets mighty dirty.

Now, you pick him up.

Fetch his horse.

This way.

All right. Drop him.

Dead?

Ain't dead.

- Who might you be?
- Name's Rowdy Yates.

I'm a prospector.

Look more like a drover.

You got a herd
somewhere close by?

No. No, I'm just on the trail on
my way up to Montana. Gotta...

I hear there's a lot
of gold up in that area.

Never put much truck
in what's below ground.

Like what's on top better.

Why did you whup my boy?

Well, he thought I was
getting a little curious

about a hide one of your
people was dressing down.

Strays. Mavericks and strays.

Like you, prospector, we
live off of the fat of the land.

Just poor, simple rawhider folks
taking what the Lord sees fit to render.

Yeah. Well, if it's all the
same, I'll be getting on back.

Back?

You got somewhere to go back to?

Back to the trail. Montana.
It's kind of a long ride.

The book say you ain't
give satisfaction yet.

- Book?
- Our book.

Been living by it
for 25, 30 years.

Regular law don't work for
us, so we live by the book.

It tells us how to act.

Now, one thing it say to us
is, we gotta protect our own.

Now you done hurt one of us,

so you gotta answer for it.

Look, all I did was...

Book don't allow no apologizing.

- Now?
- Now.

Brock, catch him in the belly.

Yeah.

Get away from him, woman!

The book don't allow
no pampering, Mr. Yates.

Yeah? Well, I ain't gonna take
your man's life for no lousy book.

Then you giving him his life?

That's right. With
my compliments.

You hear that, boy? The
man done give you your life.

Now, according to the book,
you gotta give him something back,

only more valuable.

Well, all I've got is my rifle.

Well, you'll have to
do better than that.

I ain't got nothing else.

You got Valley Rose.
I done give her to you.

- But we is intended.
- Yeah.

You got an obligation
first, the book said so.

Look, he ain't got to give me
nothing, that includes a woman.

The book's the book.

Now, get to it, boy.

Here. Take her.

We're even now.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute, you
can't go around giving away people.

I don't even know her.

Know her now. Her
name's Valley Rose.

Woman, throw another
chunk in this pot here.

Right after evening vittles we
is gonna have us a wedding.

You don't cotton to our rut
whiskey, huh, Mr. Yates?

Well, it is, ahem,
kind of unusual.

Well, I guess we're about ready.

Will you...?

You're liable to
get somebody hurt.

Here, you might
as well take this.

Be no sense in a man going
to his own wedding half-naked.

Put it on, you'll feel
more comfortable.

Yeah. Thanks. Thanks.

Ain't never had a prospector
in the family before.

I reckon you travel
around quite a far distance.

Yeah. Yeah, not
far enough really.

Seen any interesting
sights lately?

Like maybe a big herd,
something like that?

No.

Yeah, yeah, I did see a
herd about two weeks ago

way, way south of here.

Pretty big herd, was it?

Well, fair. It must have had a
thousand head at the outside.

Woo-ee, a thousand head.
That's a right smart sum.

Why, four or five heads most
we've ever had at one time.

Will you hush up?

Can't you see you're displeasuring
my visit with Mr. Yates here?

Thousand head.

That is a right smart sum.

Shame they're so far
away. We'd never get there,

what with the wagons
and the women and all.

Yeah.

Yeah. Look, Mr. Quade,

why don't we turn this
wedding into a real celebration?

I got an idea.

What would that be?

Well, if maybe I went out and scouted,
found a herd closer than this one.

See, I know this country
around here pretty well.

I could pick off a few strays
and bring them back here

and we'd have enough
for a feast for everybody.

Yeah. That's a
right fetching idea

seeing as how we haven't had
a chance to look around much.

Look, it would only take me
a day or two at the outside.

Sure would admire to sink
my teeth in a fresh brisket.

But we're forgetting one thing.

We done promised
Valley Rose a wedding.

Oh, no, she wouldn't
mind waiting a mite.

A promise is a promise, boy.

Ain't book to go back on word.

So I guess we'll just have
to have the wedding first,

then we'll consider your
idea more fully, Mr. Yates.

You gonna go to your own
wedding in that condition?

Huh?

Well, a groom usually
gets his self all slickered up.

Why don't you go on
down there to the creek

and get some of
that dirt off of you?

Yeah, yeah. I could
stand a little cleaning up.

- I'll just go right with you.
- Sit down. You've got chores in camp.

Better dust off your horse too.

My horse? Yeah.

Women are persnickety
about them little things.

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

Rest easy with them irons.

Man got a right to clean
up for his own wedding.

Sure has.

Right. Well, I'll go on down
there and I'll be back in a little bit.

Be back in a little bit, fellas.

- But...
- Shh.

- He's getting away, Daddy.
- That's just what I want him to do.

- Why?
- You ever see a prospector

with chaps tied onto his saddle?

Man uses chaps to
brush-pop a herd, not dig gold.

Now, you two boys
get your horses saddled.

I figure our prospector friend's
got a herd somewhere close by.

- Howdy.
- Uh. Well?

Valley goes north eight or
nine miles then bends west.

After the bend,
there's plenty of water.

What about the lake?

The lake. Well, spotted
some rawhiders far in.

Rawhiders?

- Yeah.
- Those no good...

If they latch on to this herd, we
can write off at least a hundred head.

Yeah, well, they seemed to be
pretty well dug in right where they were.

Dug in? Since when is
a rawhider ever dug in?

And they're always sneaking
around looking for a stampede,

or starting one themselves.

Stripping the hides off strays
and leaving the carcasses to rot.

Those dirty...

Oh, you didn't...?

Pardon?

They didn't spot you, did they?

Ahem. Well, yeah, as
a matter of fact, uh...

I had supper with
them last night.

You what?

Well, you see, uh,

they were a little insistent
about the whole thing.

Well, I don't doubt it.

You being such a big
lovable, sociable type.

What in the earth are
you doing back here?

You wanna point
out the herd to them?

I didn't come
straight back here.

They'd have a real rough
time tracking me in here.

Oh, that's a big comfort.

Not a thing in the
world to worry about,

except a rawhider can
track a mountain goat

through a cloud
bank blindfolded.

Why me?

All right, I'll head them
straight east, bypass the lake,

just in case your friends
don't stay, ha, "dug in."

My friends?

Well, I didn't lose me
no son, I gained a herd.

Ooh. That herd's a mite
closer than he figured.

Yeah.

The Lord don't take kindly
to them that don't share.

Do we still have to
give him Valley Rose?

He done turn her down once.

You know what the book says.

Well, if he don't want her, you
know, and the herd's in sight...

Are you trying to
displeasure me, boy?

That girl's worth
a lot of hides to us.

You ride on back to camp,
get the rest of the men

and tell them to
bring their irons.

Fetch Valley Rose.

Tell her to bring that
wedding dress of hers.

- But, Daddy... QUADE:
You hear me, boy?

Hey, Daddy, what
if Brock was right?

What if that fella
don't want her?

Well, I reckon to
protect our honor,

we'll just have
to kill him dead.

Sure are a lot of cows.

There ain't much meat here.

Well, you better
enjoy what there is.

No telling when another
cow will keel over

and Mr. Favor won't let
me stop to string one up.

You mean you
didn't slaughter this?

He just keeled
over and bellied up.

Maybe he was sick.

Don't taste like
anything serious to me.

This steer took it mighty serious.
- Aah.

Heads up. Company.

- Covered your tracks real good, huh?
- Yeah.

Howdy.

My name is John Wesley Quade.

These are my boys. This
is Collie and here's Brock.

My name is Favor. What you want?

Well, that's right
neighborly of you to ask.

We just come over to
finish up a little ceremony

that got interrupted
in our camp last night.

Ceremony? What kind of ceremony?

Wedding. Of course, the
groom turned up a mite shy.

That's him there, Mr. Yates.

Oh, a little something that
slipped your mind, huh?

Well, look, can I help it if
they want me to marry her

just because they
gave her to me?

They gave her to you, you...
- That's right.

Brock here, he done gave
Mr. Yates Valley Rose as a present.

You see, they'd had a mite of a
spat before they became friends,

so the only honorable thing
to do was to exchange gifts.

Look at her, Mr. Yates.

She stands quiet, built firm.

Won't give you the
least bit of trouble.

I bet if you scraped a couple
of layers of that prairie off of her

she might turn out
to be right handsome.

Yeah. Look, as far as I'm concerned,
there ain't gonna be no wedding.

Not with me in it, anyway.

Put the gun down, Collie.

You pressing our
honorable intentions?

I'll get married in my own
time, my own choosing.

I ain't gonna have no marriage

ramrodded down my
throat. I tell you that.

Book says you got an obligation.

Yeah? Well, the book's wrong.

Mr. Yates, we ain't
got much except honor.

In fact, honor is
about all we do got.

That's why we prize
it so keenly high.

Having little, the turning down of a gift
is about the worst offense in the book.

Looks like we gonna have
to shoot you dead, Mr. Yates.

Well, that might take
some doing, fella.

I know he ain't much but
we're kind of used to him,

all 25 of us.

- Collie?
- Huh?

Give me that silver dollar
you've been a-saving.

What for?

Just do as your Daddy tells you.

Now you two put your
good eye on this and watch.

Cousin one's shooting
low again, Daddy.

Darn near got off
the outside edge.

Well, so he did.

Gonna have to talk to that
boy about that front side of his.

Of course, can't expect
him to shoot as good

as cousin number two up there.

He's been known to shoot the
eye out of a squirrel from half a mile.

Heh-heh-heh. Now, where was we?

Daddy, go on, ask him.

Ask him what?

Well, don't the book say there's other
honorable ways of fixing an affront?

Well, book ain't
really too clear on that.

Well, say, they like to
offer us three or 400 head,

wouldn't that kind of atone?

I don't rightly know.

Well, what do you think?

- Think?
- Oh, forget I used the word.

All right, seeing this is you,

I'll let you have three,
400 head of cattle.

Ten dollars a head.

Me? Now, wait a minute.

You know I ain't got
that kind of money.

That settles that, then.

Just a minute, you don't
think I'm gonna marry her?

Either get married
or get buried.

Either you accommodate
these gentlemen

or they're gonna start shooting.

Now, you know I've got
a fond feeling for you,

but I've got a fond
feeling for me too,

and the rest of the boys,
and 3,000 head of cattle.

Now, I'm sorry, but you lose.

I'm kind of hoping
you'll understand this

before somebody
has to get killed.

Oh, the boy is drowning
and you throw him an anchor.

Yeah, boy, that's just great.

Nothing like having the rest
of the boys to watch out for.

Now, hold on.

I've been recollecting the book,

and, well, I got to thinking

that maybe Valley Rose's
hurt ain't as big as we thought.

Now, if I was to hear the
mention of maybe 200 head,

I might be able to use
my fatherly advice on her.

Well, um, you heard Mr. Yates.

He's a mite short on property.

Besides, we ain't
got a preacher.

Oh, I'll take care of the
religious freight for my kin.

Valley Rose, get on over there
and take a hold to your groom's hand.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

Dearly beholding, we're gathered
here to join these two young'uns

in holy wedlock, and we is a-going...
- All right, hold it.

Changed your mind
about the 200 heads?

No, no, it's just that this is a pretty
big occasion for these young folks,

especially for the woman.
Woman takes a marriage serious.

Since it's a big event,
let's make it a big one.

We can clean up the camp,

spread out a few
flowers, fix up some seats.

A waste of time.

- It ain't neither.
- No, it ain't.

Well, I guess since it is
such a proud occasion,

we might do with
a bit of beautifying.

Well, then, it's settled.

Maybe you'd better
leave the girl with us.

She could use a
bit of fixing up too.

We do our own fixing.

Oh, you. You got any
soap? You even got a comb?

Well, you...

He's got you there.

Oh, Valley Rose, you
run along with them

and get ready to put on
your marrying-up dress.

Any particular thing you'd
like me to get fixed up with?

Like sackcloth and ashes, huh?

You're all right.

As a matter of fact, you make a
lovely bridegroom just as you are.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, we wouldn't take
kindly to him taking off now

the minute our back is turned.

Fact is our cousins
up there on the hill

would just get
purely distempered.

Oh, Mr. Quade, I'm absolutely
certain the groom had no intentions

of upsetting your plans.

I ain't gonna have you
putting her aside again.

I'll tell you what,

why don't you come
along, keep an eye on him?

You do that, boy.

And if he tries to
make a break for it,

you just shoot him
anytime you want.

- What?
- Oh, look, you could all stay and help

with the fixings you want.

No, no. We like to
stay out in the open.

Valley Rose, I'll throw
down your goat satchel.

We'll be back along by sundown.

Alrighty. Be looking for you.

All right.

- Get to fixing.
- Get that rifle out of my gut.

I'll stick the barrel down your
throat and kick the stock off.

Boss, maybe I missed something
but if this is a joke, where did I miss it?

Since when does a wedding
strike you as a joke, Wish?

Well, this one sure looks like
one. All it needs is a shotgun.

Or a couple of
long-barreled squirrel guns.

Oh, what are we gonna do?

Get set for a
wedding, of course.

A little slice, that's
all it would take.

Nah, it would be too easy.

Yates, you dumb...

Look, Brock.

You want her, not me.

There's gotta be someway
we can work this out

so that we'll both be happy.

I see the way she looked on
you when you rode in the camp.

Your felt hat and your leather
boots and all your store-boughts.

You can give her lots of
more things than I could.

But you two are intended. How
about the way she looks on you?

That don't make no
difference. She's yours now.

You can talk to your daddy.

You can tell him that
you want her back.

It ain't book.

Book...

Have you ever seen this
book? You ever read it?

I can't read.

Besides, Pappy, he lost
the book before I growed up.

Yeah. I'll bet he lost it.

There probably
never was any book.

He just uses that to get you
people to do what he wants.

It don't make no difference
if it was a book you can see.

It's a book we live by.

It works.

Yeah, it works because he
wants it to work, that's why.

How come there's no other
young people with your group?

Well, they growed
up and lit out.

Yeah, they lit out because
they got smart, that's why.

When they could fend for themselves,
they realized there's a better life

than scavenging.

I ain't sure about that.

You ever notice a horse shy away
from a rope when you show it to him?

- Yeah.
- That's because that rope was used

to make him mind
when he was a colt.

It was either cinched
around his neck

or else doubled over
and laid over his rump.

Now, that horse
when he grows up,

all you gotta do is show that
rope to him and he'll shy away.

What I'm trying to say is
that if a horse had a brain,

he wouldn't let any
human being bluff him.

I don't know about that.

Hiding is my business.

Get on with your fixing up.

Oh, boy.

I brought you some more water.

More? I ain't cooking a steer.

I'm just taking a bath.

- Want a towel?
- A what?

A towel to dry off with.

I always just jump up and
down and all the water shakes off.

If you want one there's
one right in the back of you.

How do you know
which way I'm facing?

Where's Mr. Yates?

He's getting himself slicked up.

Is Brock with him?

You mean the fellow that
tickled him with a rifle? Yeah.

- How's he look?
- Down in the mouth, both of them.

- Here.
- What's that?

It's your wedding dress.

I patched up some
of the holes in it.

Wish, everything
working out all right?

Just fine and dandy.

Now, all we gotta do is
fumigate the whole camp.

They're jumping already.

Mushy, get me a shovel.

Mr. Favor, is that you?

Yeah.

- I - reckon you're busy

with the fixing and all,

that's what I want
to talk to you about.

Now, look, we're
doing the best we can.

You're gonna have to
be satisfied with that.

I know that, Mr. Favor.

And I am as a
much as I could be.

It's just that I ain't ever had nobody
interested in being real kin to me for,

worrying about my
feelings and like that.

I don't even know
where my real kin is.

Of course, Daddy Quade takes
over the burden of that now but...

Well, it ain't the
same as what you did.

Speaking up about a
proper wedding and all.

Well, thanks, but I'm afraid you
give me a lot more credit than I'm due.

Mr. Favor, I guess
what I'm trying to say is...

If I were choosing
kin of my own,

I'd choose you.

Collie? COLLIE: What?

What they doing up there?

It looks they mean
to have that wedding.

Why don't we just go down
there and start shooting?

Did you count them drovers?
There must have been 20, 25 of them.

Well, there's more
of us then than them.

It ain't good odds, I calculate.

Brains is king, boy.
That's why I'm boss.

Yeah. But for a while, it
looked there like Brock was.

No, he was just trying to
show off to Valley Rose.

Won't make no never
mind. We'll get our hides.

How? What are you gonna do

if that fellow does marry
up with Valley Rose?

You can't shoot kinfolks.
The book says so.

Well, I've been
thinking on that.

Did you notice how them cows

was a-hooking and
a-kicking at each other?

Yeah, I noticed that.

Well, that means
they're gonna spook easy.

Now, then, if we
do get us a wedding,

well, it's only natural we
is gonna have a shivaree.

So we is gonna tow
the cake down there

and give them drovers
whiskey till their hats is a-floating.

Then, long towards
the middle of the night,

my boy Collie here, he's...

He's gonna ride out
in back of that herd,

and cut loose with his iron

and stampede them
cows all over creation.

Hot doggies!

Now, then, when them drovers
rides out to turn that herd,

well, us being kin, naturally, we
is gonna ride out and help them.

But they is gonna
be shooting high.

And us?

We gonna be shooting a mite low.

Then we're gonna disappear.

Come morning,

there's gonna be dead cows
strung from here to there.

Well, how many, Daddy?

Well, I figure maybe 400 head.

- Four hundred hides?
- Yup.

We can get lots of pretties
at store with that many.

Boy, you got a plumb
mean streak in you.

No respect for your old daddy.

Half of them hides is
gonna go for pretties.

The rest of them
belong to me personal.

You know what the book say:

The Lord renders wages
to them that helps others.

All right, round up all
the boxes you can find.

Build me a table right
here with the tailgate.

Men, get into the supply wagon

and pull out some old barrels
and sacks to make some seats.

How about these?

Oh, Mushy, I said
wildflowers, not stinkweed.

Now, get going then.

It wouldn't be too bad an idea if
you was to fall in that creek too.

Now, move.

Now, stay away from that
coffeepot. I got a collar boiling in that.

Bad enough as it was.

Quince, Scarlet.

Let somebody else take care of the
seating arrangements. Come here.

I, uh...

Maybe it's about time you
two boys took a ride, ain't it?

Well, sir. I think it is.

How many men we got on the herd?
- Eight.

Rest of them is helping
Wish like you said.

Then better put six more on.

I got a feeling the herd
might start getting jumpy.

Well, that's gonna make our part of
the wedding attendance kind of lean.

How are you gonna explain it?

Well, I guess I have to
just up and tell a lie, huh?

Ooh. It's my shooting finger.

Then keep it off
from the whiskey.

You're getting it all riled
up. That's for the drovers.

Now, Lukie, move it in
there under the wagon

until the shade
will cool it off.

Let it settle down a mite.

You heard Daddy Quade.
Keep your fingers off it now.

How's it going
down there, Collie?

Still getting ready
for that wedding.

They got that camp down
there cleaner than a wood floor.

Nobody rode out to outflank us?

Just a few of them going
back and forth down there

from the herd to the camp.

It's plumb peaceful.

I could have swore they was
setting us up for something.

You keep your eyes peeled, boy.

When the creek bottom's
soft, you gotta watch your step

look out for quicksand.
Don't you forget that.

All that trouble they're going to,
they must be going through with it.

So are we, boy.

So are we.

Everything all right, Miss Rose?
- Uh-huh.

Looks right out of the catalog.

Well, Christ...

She's perfect.

I mean, pretty.

Well, don't everybody
just stand around gawking,

there's customs to a
wedding, you know.

There's something
old, something new,

something borrowed,
and something blue.

Who's got something old?

This here is the first
tooth I ever lost, ma'am.

I guess it's pretty old.

If you wanted to give
her something old,

why didn't you just give
her one of your old socks?

Here's a plug of
chewing tobacco.

It's new because it
ain't ever been used.

The least you could
have done was wrap it up.

This peineta
belonged to my sister.

For you, something to borrow.

Say...

Here's something I
picked up in Abilene...

Well, it's just a little
old hankie, but it is blue.

The only soft thing I ever
had was some moccasins.

Chewed rawhide with my own teeth
for two months to get them that way too.

I lost my own comb
a long time ago.

When my hair gets knotty,
I just cut it off with a knife

that Brock hammered
out in a horseshoe for me.

He's real good at
making things, Brock is.

He strung me up a necklace
once made out of real deer teeth.

Had to throw it away, though,

because Daddy Quade
said it was agin book.

Brock really likes plug.

I don't suppose it'd be fitting
to give it to him afterwards.

Seeing as he ain't the
one that's marrying me.

That's her?

She's prettier than
a mountain flower.

She'll make you a
good and proper wife.

She reads and does sums.

You best be good to her

or I'll come looking for you.

I mean it.

Now, get.

Howdy.

Uh...

I was of mind you had
more men than this.

Yeah, well, we're changing
the watch on the herd.

The relief men should be
filing in during the next half hour.

Say, you seem to be
a mite shy yourself.

- Where's that other boy of yours...?
- Collie.

Collie. Well, he
done got the poorlies.

We had to leave him in camp.

Brought along the keg.

Thought maybe your men might
like some rut whiskey for the shivaree.

- I wouldn't be a mite surprised.
- Boys.

Hey, you got it fixed
up nice for the wedding.

One of my men plays a harmonica.

Lukie. Get your
mouth limbered up.

Pleased to, Daddy Quade.

Seeing as you're all
family, I know, of course,

that you'd be wanting to sit
right down in front, wouldn't you?

No, no.

My men, they don't like
having anybody in hind of them.

So if it's all the same to you,

they'll just kind of sit and
stand around in the back.

All right, suit yourself.

Boys, down front.

Fellas.

Well, I guess we've
had about enough music.

Bring on the intendeds.

Wish!

Dang, woman.

You is just flat got out.

Well, it's my
wedding day, ain't it?

Yeah.

Well, where's the
other half of this outfit?

Well, you make a
fit-looking groom.

Well,

dearly beholden, we
is bunched up here to...

Lukie, will you shut up?

Dearly beholden, we
is bunched up here

to join these two
young'uns in holy matrimony.

An honorable estate,
dedicated to the proposition

that all men is created equal.

I do hate to keep interrupting
the ceremony like this,

but if I could say just
one little thing more.

Why, sure you just
go ahead and sing out.

Like...

Now!

Found this one out
behind the herd, Mr. Favor.

Had to convince him to join us.

Shoot them, cousins!
Shoot them dead!

How would you like a
matching set of holes

on each side of that grin?

Drop it.

Shoot them, cousins!

You may have to wait
a while for that, cousin.

Come on, Brock. Give up the gun.

No.

What do you mean "no"?

No, I...

I ain't gonna
give this rifle back

until this man knows
I'm giving him a present.

Now, Brockie, if they take it
away from you, that's one thing.

But you giving it to
them, that ain't book.

Book's just been changed.

Hot doggies!

Brock sure got him a good one.

What do you want
me to do with this?

Well, I thought you might
give me something back

just as valuable.

Maybe even a mite more valuable.

You mean like not
shoot you? Heh.

No, no. I...

I had another idea in mind.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you. Go
ahead with my blessings.

Now, if it's all right with you,

we'll just get on out of here
and just leave you all alone.

We done caused you enough
trouble. We won't bother you again.

Brock never gone back on
a promise in his whole life.

That I can believe,
but what about him?

I don't figure his opinion
means much anymore.

If you can't bluff a horse, you
shouldn't shake a rope in his face.

Get up, you miserable old hog.

There's going to be some
changes made around here.

You heard him. Quit
waddling around and get!

No, no, no. Don't kick
your old Daddy, boys.

You're gonna give me the miseries.
- Get up!

- Hit him again, Brock. He sassed you.
- Yeah.

Now, wait, wait, wait.
Wait, boys. Please.

You've got meanness
in your veins!

What are we gonna do
with these two, Mr. Favor?

Oh, they're missing out
on all the fun. Let them go.

That's what I call a
real close-knit family.

Yeah, just like you fellas.

All real close-knit family.

Oh, now, Rowdy, you
know we couldn't tell you.

- Why not?
- Well...

It's that face of yours.

Well, I mean, it ain't exactly
a poker face, you know.

It was just like the time
you hit that inside straight.

Your face was
purely cash register.

No need in getting sore,
Rowdy. I'll tell you what,

just to make up, when we get to
Denver, I promise not to shoot you

if you'll give me that waitress
you got stashed away.

Now, hold on, Rowdy,
I was only joking.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Do you ever know how
awful touchy a bridegroom gets

- on his wedding day?
- Oh.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Head them out!

Move them out!