All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E09

Well, all this town needs
is flowers and a headstone.

Doggone it, the first Saturday
off in weeks and what happens?

We wind up in a funeral parlor.

Well, don't worry about it,

but this afternoon we're
gonna have two girls apiece,

free fried chicken
and a custard pie.

- Yeah? Who said so?
- My rabbit's foot.

Hey, you know something?

I hope he's right.

What? Closed on Saturday?

Why, that's a hanging offense.

Well, this town needs
to be woke up, that's all.

Afternoon, sheriff.

We were just ringing
for the bartender.

Come on, let's
really smoke him out.

A sacrilege.

That is a house of God.

Looks just like an empty
old schoolhouse to me.

You're right, son, it
was a schoolhouse,

but Brother William here
is just using it nowadays.

Sheriff!

The shot must have
ricocheted off the bell,

smack into his heart.

My brother. You've
killed my brother.

Please don't crowd in, folks,
there's nothing you can do.

He's dead. It was an accident.

Senseless wanton
murder is never an accident.

You don't have to
talk like that, mister.

Well, it was only one chance in a
thousand. We didn't mean to do it.

We'll all be glad to pitch
in and give what we have.

Alms of the devil.

You're all guilty.

You stood there watching
and didn't lift a hand.

You two boys come with me.

Well, don't just
stand there, brethren.

Take up the sword of righteousness
and cut down those carrion,

those disciples of Satan.

Look, brother, it
was an accident.

We all saw what happened.

You hated my brother.

You're glad he lies there dead.

Sinners! All of you!

Shucks, he's been spouting
his own crazy brand of salvation

to half the tree
stumps in this territory.

He is touched, you know.

Oh, real touched.

And as for this brother, Judd,
that's the one that just passed on,

well, he's had that
coming for a long time.

You boys done this
town a good turn.

All them Hortons, in fact,
are... Were gunslingers.

You mean there's more Hortons?

Oh, yeah, there's three more.

Now, boys, I don't think we really
have to prefer charges against you.

This could be very well a case
of involuntary manslaughter

that'd just waste
the judge's time.

That's awful nice
of you, sheriff.

Would, uh, $40 cover the burial?

Forty? That'd be fine.

Yeah.

Where are they now anyway?

Well, I reckon they're out
hijacking some freight wagons.

Ain't nobody in town doubts

but what that's the way they keep
their store stocked with merchandise.

Yeah, well...

Well, we'll wait for them, then.

Are you joshing, boy?

No. We'll have a little talk with them,
find out if there's anything we can do.

Well, there certainly is something you
can do. You can get out of town now.

I'll take care of this.

Gee, look now, Rowdy. With
that preacher screaming murder,

well, we're gonna be in a shootout
before you get a chance to apologize.

Come on, I've worn out
my rabbit's foot for one day.

All right.

Go on, run.

Sprout wings and fly if you can.

But it won't do you
any good. You'll see.

You can't run away from him.

Run away from who?

Death.

He'll be riding with
you all the way,

biding his time.

No one can outrun
death if he deserves it.

And you deserve to die.

You deserve it!

Well, I can't see any point

in condemning
yourself for an accident.

Nothing you can
do about it anyways.

When you get right down to
it, Mr. Favor, it was all my fault.

Just remember, we
both did the shooting.

No, I was the
one who started it.

I think Senor Rowdy is more
worried about what that man said.

The man?

Well, it's the dead man's brother
he's talking about, Mr. Favor.

He wore a big old black coat
and called his self a preacher.

The old fool crackpot, he
went and put a curse on us.

Why, it was downright
shameful, the language he used.

He swore they are going to die.

Well, everybody's gonna die.

But he meant now, on this drive.

Believe me, he meant
business, Mr. Favor.

Why, the look in his eyes
was full of fire and brimstone.

I've never seen a look
yet that could draw blood.

Senor, he was speaking of fate.

Oh, I see.

You mean, Rabbit and Rowdy are
just gonna drop over dead like that, huh?

No, he didn't exactly say how.

Oh, come on, you're kidding
me. You don't believe that...

That's him.

I wonder if his
brothers are with him.

You two stay
here. I'll handle this.

Evening.

My name's Favor.

I am Brother William,
apostle of the redemptive spirit.

Are you looking for someone?

I'm expecting someone.

Three men named Horton.

My brothers.

When they arrive, I
intend to prevent murder.

Well, that didn't make sense.

You tell my men to
die before their time,

now you tell me
you aim to prevent it.

No one can prevent it.

Therefore, why should
I allow my brothers

to commit a pointless sin,

the sin of revenge?

Leave that to the Lord.

The Lord?

Well, I was always
under the impression

he busies himself
spreading goodwill.

When the Lord is
angry, he wields a sword.

They will be cut down.

Both of them?

Perhaps just the one
who fired the fatal shot.

But how will we ever know?

The Lord knows.

And so does the devil.

Between them lies fate.

Hmm. Oh, say, what about
instead of rooting for their death,

what about sending up a prayer?

Never.

Now, look, I gotta agree with
you. They're probably sinners,

but they're also good
drovers and I need them.

So let's not do anything that
would lend fate a hand, huh?

Clear?

Well, when a man's sick,

usually you can bandage
him or you bury him.

But when a man's sick up here,

ain't much you can do
about it except leave him be.

So your Brother William can't hurt
you any more than ghosts or goblins can.

So you best forget about it
and get a good night's sleep.

We've got a long
haul come sunup.

You know, I never
did put no stock in it,

what that old preacher had
to say. I think Mr. Favor's right.

Yeah.

Of course, uh, the way he said
it did kind of gave me the willies.

Yeah, kind of.

I know it's here...

What you looking for?

Oh, I lost my rabbit's foot
around here somewhere.

Oh. Too bad.

You know, Scarlet, I wish I
knew more about the good book.

There's bound to be something
in there to cancel him out.

Yeah.

Will you two forget about that
crank and get those cows moving?

Yes, sir.

Hey, you're getting paid for
ramrodding, not sleepwalking.

You know, I can't get over the
feeling I'm on the run or something.

Maybe I should have
stayed in that town.

Wouldn't have served no purpose.

Well,

sheriff said that that
man deserved to die.

Maybe it was an act
of fate, I don't know.

Well, why blame yourself, then?

I just don't like
being used as a tool

for something I don't
understand, that's all.

Don't worry, you
never will understand it.

Because fate don't mean anything
until after something has happened.

No!

Get away! Get! Get!

Get! Get!

Rabbit.

Are you all right, boy?

Who, me? Yeah, yeah, ha.

I think so. Ahem.

Shoot.

I've been stepped on worse
than that by dance hall girls.

It's my horse I'm worried about.

I don't understand. I raised him from
a colt, he never did nothing like that.

I don't know, Rabbit. I've seen
them get a bee up the nose

- and act just like that.
- Yeah.

Beats anything I ever saw.

Turned on him
like a horned devil.

Does loco weed make sense?

Yeah, there was a big
patch of it a ways back.

Must've got a belly full

and just took an hour or
so to take effect, that's all.

Now get him back to the remuda.
Hey Soos will straighten him out.

You better spend the rest of
the day in the supply wagon.

Oh, no. No, sir, I'm fine.

You may be, but that leg ain't.

You stay put. I'll send
Mushy back to pick you up.

I'm a liar, Rowdy.

I ain't fine.

Well, my legs aren't, I guess,
but there's something else.

Something maybe nobody can cure.

Oh, at the rate we're going,

we're gonna be ahead of
schedule about two days.

The only thing is, them cows are
gonna be old enough to vote. Heh.

Well, how's your leg?

Oh, it's fine, it's fine.

I'll be sitting in the
saddle tomorrow.

You know, I think we
lost that old scarecrow.

Look back there and
see. Can you see him?

Hold them up! Hold them up!

Mr. Wishbone, I'm all squashed.

Mr. Wishbone.

I think all my ribs is busted.

Oh, you couldn't be
talking if they was.

Now, come on, get up.

You're all right.

Where's Rabbit?

Over here.

I think he's...

I think he's dead.

Well, if I look dead, you look
like you've been buried six weeks.

I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.

I was looking back, I
didn't see this bump here.

You don't begin to feel sorry
as I would like to make you.

Bed them down!

Born to die, lie this body down.

Must my spirit fly into a...?

I wish he'd stop playing that.

Well, the only way we're gonna get rid
of old Brother William is to run him off.

That just might
be gonna do that.

Hold on a minute, then
he'd think he's winning.

And there ain't no
homemade pulpit preacher

gonna spook old
Rabbit. No sirree, buddy.

Heh. Ain't no two
accidents makes a curse.

They don't even make
a good jinx. Ha-ha-ha.

Yeah, well, none of them
other horses ate loco weed.

Now, look, Rowdy, I'm the one
that deserves to have the jitters.

If death is riding with us, it's clear
he's got his finger pointed on me.

You hear anything?

Well, there's something
on the wind, all right. I feel it.

It's a cat.

Yeah. Yeah, he sounds
like he's right on top of us.

You seen him?

No, I don't have
to. I can feel him.

Cut that noisy one out
before he sets them all off.

- Stake him out for bait.
- Right. Yes, sir.

Attaboy. Tell him
you're easy pickings.

All right, let's get
downwind of him.

Hey, Brother William!

You better put down that
French harp and pick up a rifle.

We got a cat loose down here.

Not a cat, murderer, death.

And he's here
for only one of us.

And I know and you know
he hasn't come for me.

No, he don't never
say nothing nice.

He's out there, all right.

I feel it in my bones.

Sounds like that cat
doesn't want a free meal.

I tried not to believe it, but
maybe the man in black is right.

Maybe.

If that's death
out there skulking,

it ain't good for Rabbit and
Rowdy to be out there alone.

Hope you all ain't waiting up
for the summer to come along

and sing you to sleep.

I, uh... We thought...
I mean, that cat.

You've never
thought in your life.

That cat ain't gonna come
anywhere near this far.

It isn't the cat we're worried
about, it's Rowdy and Rabbit.

Why?

Like they was asking for it.

Now let's get this straight.

Nobody ever died from
another man's curse.

Rowdy and Rabbit ain't
gonna be no exception.

Unless, of course, you
get so all fired jumpy,

you haul off and shoot
them just to get it over with.

Get your mind off this nonsense
and get set to push out in the morning,

or I'll lay a curse on you.

I'll stand the first
watch, I ain't sleepy.

Keep them moving,
there's a cat on our tail!

You were hired to drove.

Oh, he's still back there.
I got a squint of him.

We can pick him off when
he asks for it. Now get.

Yes, sir.

Cat's been trailing
us for 24 hours.

I'm surprised he hasn't
stampeded the herd yet.

Well, I don't think so.

You know, he could've picked off
them strays any time he wanted to.

He could've jumped
on Quince and Scarlet

any time he wanted
to. But he turned back.

What are you saying?

Well, I think he
wants something else.

Now look, Rowdy,

I'm saying this strictly for
myself now, you understand?

Yeah, I understand.

Oh, that old preacher up there,
he said we deserved to die.

Well, I guess I'm no
angel, but, uh, heh,

I know I've done some things
in my lifetime I deserve to die for.

Yeah, so what?

I ain't exactly going around
with a halo over my head.

I'm saying this because I
want you to stop worrying,

because betwixt the two of us,

I think you got a lot more
right to live than I have.

Anyway, that old devil up
there's my comeuppance.

Well, it's getting to the
point where I gotta get to it.

We're all gonna go out tomorrow
at first light and hunt him down.

Oh, I ain't waiting for that.

You wouldn't have a chance out
there with him alone in the dark.

Well, if he's
destiny, buddy, heh,

daylight or dark, it ain't
gonna matter, right?

- I think I'll...
- Wait a minute, Rabbit, stay here.

- Now let me go, Rowdy.
- Come on, you're gonna stay right here.

Grab your rifles. He's
taking out there by himself.

Here I am!

Come and get me,
you dirty flea-bit!

Rabbit?

Cat!

Come on, cat!

Aha.

So you were waiting for
old Rabbit, weren't you, huh?

Help! Rowdy! Rowdy!

Shoot him, Rowdy! Shoot!

Shoot him again! Shoot him!

Easy, Rabbit. I
got him. He's dead.

I couldn't shoot him.

I couldn't shoot him
and I couldn't run.

That's some fate
that jammed your rifle.

You got so rattled you
forgot to put your firing pin in.

I put it in. I put it in.

Then how come it got
in the ground over there?

Look, I cleaned my
rifle a hundred times.

I put it in, I'm telling you.

He's not really
in his right mind.

- You better humor him a little.
- Yeah.

Look, I asked you to
go see if that cat's dead.

He sure is dead, Mr. Rabbit.

I got an ear for you.

Get that thing out of here!

Hey, now hold still. How
can I daub these marks?

Here, Rabbit, here's some
whiskey. This might help you out.

No thanks, Rowdy. I
ain't got no taste for it.

Oh, boy! You look like you
need that worse than he does.

This the Gil Favor outfit?

- Who wants to know?
- The brothers Horton.

Like to talk to a couple of
gentlemen named Rabbit and Rowdy.

They're right here by the fire.
- Well, thank you,

but this is a private matter
between them and us Hortons.

Hey, you just take it easy.

My name's Rowdy
Yates. What do you want?

You, friend, just you.

What did you boys have
against poor old Judd?

Nothing, didn't even know
him. It was an accident.

Well, some tales you
believe and some you don't.

Well, well, well.
Howdy, Brother Willie.

There's no call for you to sin.

Judd deserved to
die, so do these men.

And they will.

No need to lift your voice.

We're all in agreement.

I declare, Brother Willie,
you was a lot less aggravating

when you was carrying
guns instead of a Bible.

You didn't come all
this way just to chitchat.

Now what do you want?

Mister, if it'd been any other man
in that town besides our brother,

your men would be serving
five years for manslaughter.

Well, we're ready
to stand trial.

Well, the law don't take
too kindly to us Hortons.

So we're gonna see that
you get your due, personal.

- Anytime. Anytime.
- Rowdy. Rowdy.

I figure you got two choices.

You can go back
home and talk to the law,

or you can just go on back home.

We sort of go where
we please, Favor.

Do what he says.

Death will be
served, I promise you.

Shut up, Willie.

Well, it's plain to see

this ain't the time or
place, Mr. Rowdy Yates.

So we'll just tag along
and bide our time.

They can't live out all their
days riding in protective custody.

Oh, fine, anything you want to
start, we got 20 men to finish it.

Sure does speak
right out, don't he?

Let's bed down
upwind of the herd, huh?

Brothers, listen to me.

There's no need for violence.

Go home.

If there's no need for
violence, why are you here?

At least we're honest,
we admit we ain't no good.

And all will be forgiven

if you will but open
your eyes to the light.

Whose light, Willie, yours?

Why don't you stop
spouting that poison?

You're making my
stomach turn over.

If any of you dumb-heads figure

you've spotted a couple of new
images of death, forget about it.

All the fairy tales guarantee
that death rides alone.

Besides, those three
ain't got the guts for it.

You get some rest, huh?

Get moving, you
stubborn, stag-eyed, dirty...

Rowdy.

- Yeah?
- Let's not take it out on the cattle.

Yeah. It's just that
everything is going wrong.

Rabbit didn't eat nothing,
he's looking kind of pale.

Yeah, I'm afraid he's got
the same thing you've got.

And only one thing can
cure it, and that's yourself.

He ain't looking good.
Better check that arm of his.

I just checked it.

It's so clean I wish that
cat had scratched me.

Now, there's no sign of
festering or blood poisoning,

and it's too soon for
anything like lockjaw.

Is there anything you can do?

Well, I gave him my Bible.
You got any better ideas?

Rowdy.

Hmm?

Sit down a second, huh?

I hate to see a good man
losing a grip on his self.

Don't look at him,
I'm talking about you.

You're just one step
short of a fever yourself.

Yeah, well, Rabbit's
a friend of mine.

Yeah, sure he is.

But you're also thinking that if he
dies, you're gonna be next, huh?

- Maybe I am. So what?
- Come on, Rowdy, he ain't gonna die.

If he was really sick, I
would've sent for a doctor.

But it's all in his mind.

He's just talking
himself into this.

Well, you're spouting off about
sensible answers and everything,

why don't you go reason with
him and tell him to cool down?

All right.

That's all right...

Hey there, Rabbit.

Rabbit.

Mr. Favor,

it sure has been a
pleasure droving for you.

Now, listen to me, Rabbit,
and listen to me good.

Now, we all know how a
kid trying to get out of school

can think his self sick.

Well, now, if a man
pushed it hard enough,

well, he can think his
self right into the grave.

I guess.

Now, you know it.

Sure, we all got an ounce
of superstition in our system,

but we don't let it turn on us
and trample our good sense.

Yes, sir.

So how can you reasonably
worry about that phony preacher?

The fool's so worried
about what he used to be,

it's unhinged him.

No, sir.

I don't worry about him no more.

Oh, good, Rabbit. Nobody should.

Now you'll see. All you
need is a good night's sleep.

Mr. Favor. FAVOR: Huh?

I want Rowdy to have my saddle.

You know, Willie,

as the oldest brother, you
learnt us how to be what we are.

I can still hear you hissing:

"The world is full of fear
and hate. Let's cash in on it."

And we did.

And whatever we got, or
ain't got, we can thank you for.

But I don't feel
like thanking you.

So?

Your hate has made us rotten.

And now you say that
same hate can make us good.

Hatred is a shield, brother.

A wall of fire to combat evil,

a holocaust of heaven

to turn away the
iron forks of Lucifer.

Hate like that ain't
a shield, Willie.

It's a weapon.

Same as this.

I spread the word.

I am forgiven.

It's so, but not
with your music.

You blow that thing once more
and I'll shoot it out of your mouth,

maybe your tongue along with it.

Come on, boys. Rise and shine.

Them cows are pining for you.

- Get up.
- Keep it down, you lunkheads.

Rabbit is trying to sleep.

You know, Scarlet,
somehow and somewhere,

somebody's gonna invent a way

to keep a herd bedded down
without me standing in a saddle

and a-cooing to them all night.

Well, Mr. Death, that's the only
way you gonna get old Rabbit.

You gonna have
to bunch up on me.

Now, take it easy, Rabbit.

The bullet went clean through
the Bible right into his chest.

So it couldn't
possibly happen, huh?

He's still alive.

I'll get a doctor.

Hold it.

They're not doing anything.

Now give me some clean
rags and put the kettle on.

It's a miracle he's still alive.

Bullet's lodged in his
heart like a cork, Mr. Favor.

Can you get it out?

That calls for surgery. Nearest
one's 60 miles from here.

You haven't got that much time.

It's up to you, then.

- But I just said I...
- We're not gonna let him die.

Not when there's a chance.

I'll try.

I got boiling water
for you, doctor.

You still riding
with me, ain't you?

Hey, he's coming around.

Hey, easy, boy.

We're just gonna take a
little lead ballast of you.

Hello, Mr. Death.

You sure are clumsy.

Hey, listen, Rowdy,

I'm dying because
I deserve to die.

Hey, prophet.

Rabbit, it will wait till later.

No, what I got
to say can't wait.

I want him to hear it.

You've got all kinds of
time if you'll just shut up.

Listen, Rowdy,

I took you boys
into town with me

because I had to shoot a
man named Judd Horton.

Are you out of your mind?

No.

Your brother didn't know me.

I used to live down
around Pecos.

I had a woman.

She wasn't much to most,

just a painted and powdered
Saturday night girl, I guess.

But to me,

she was my wife.

One day,

Judd Horton come
riding into our little town

and he shot up the
street and the stores.

When he left, my wife was dead.

I buried her.

I stood by her grave and I
vowed I was going to kill him.

So I followed him through
all these little towns.

But I couldn't shoot him, I...

I didn't have the guts, I guess.

He was a pretty fast draw,

so while everybody was
watching that bell dance,

I just turned over

and put one clean
potshot into Judd Horton.

The woman, what was her name?

Willie Mae Waters.

Didn't think old Judd
would live that down.

He's telling the truth.

I knew the woman.

But not being too proud
of the facts, Rowdy,

I tried to let you off the
hook sort of indirectly.

Now, Brother, you tell
my friend here, formally,

that that curse of
yours was strictly on me.

Curse has nothing to do with
it. You're gonna live to prove it.

Well, there ain't no sense in
hurrying the hangman, Mr. Favor.

Boy, I sure feel a whole lot better
since I got that load off my chest.

Doc?

He's dead.

I'm glad.

You're spared another sin.

Whether he would have hanged or
not ain't the point, Brother William.

You killed him with words

which are just as
effective as bullets.

What are you waiting
for, Brother, a shovel?

Say, Willie, wasn't
you riding with Judd

the day that woman was shot?

Seems to me Willie did
reform shortly thereafter.

Oh, that'd be too coincidental,

fate dealing an ugly hand
like that to Brother Willie.

Yeah, but if Brother
Willie was riding with Judd,

then that curse he
put on the two drovers

would be on his head.

Ain't that right, Willie, huh?

Head them up!

Move them out!