All language subtitles for Rawhide - 1x10 - Incident of the Golden Calf.EN

Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?

Keep movin', movin', movin'?

Though they're disapprovin'?

Keep them dogies movin'?

Rawhide?

Don't try to understand 'em?

Just rope 'em, throw,
and brand 'em?

Soon we'll be livin'
high and wide?

My heart's calculatin'?

My true love will be waitin'?

Be waitin'
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'?

?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?

Hyah!

Hyah!

Rawhide...!?

Hyah!

The breeding ground
of the cattle

is the southern tip of Texas,

and the markets
are over a thousand miles away.

A day's drive
on the Sedalia Trail

is eight, ten miles
at the most.

Fine and easy
when the prairie grass is fresh

and the river's wet.

But you have to keep going
when the grasses are parched

and the water has disappeared
under the drought.

That's when the cows
become skittish,

hard to manage.

And nobody takes his boots off

as long as it lasts.

The last one
to take his boots off is me-

Gil Favor, trail boss.

There's a man sitting
up there all alone.

In this heat?

Yeah, and
no horse anywhere.

Oh?

He's all decked out

in one of them
black frock coats.

You talk to him?

No, I didn't.

Could be a decoy.

Indians pull stunts like that.

This I got to see.

Well, he was here.

He was sitting
right on that log.

Wings on him?

Fly away?

He's got to be
here somewhere.

Pete, it's awful hot.

Just in case
that was a decoy,

we better be ready.

Yeah, Pete.

What's the
matter, mister?

The Lord bless you, son.

What are you doing out here

in the wilderness?

What arewedoing?

You a preacher?

You can call me
Brother Bent.

You lost?

Lost is the word,
son.

What's he, a preacher?

I'm a servant
of God, yes.

Preacher or
an undertaker-

which?

He's a preacher,
Wish.

Where are you heading?

Nowhere.

Couple of more hours
in this sun,

you'll get there.

You all alone?

I am indeed alone,
for I failed God.

You men smell cattle?

You are cattle.

God has answered my prayer.

He hasn't left me alone
on the plains of Gomorrah.

They tore me from my pulpit.

They rode me out of town.

They whooped and
they hollered

till they drove
poor Abner mad.

I couldn't control him.

Poor, miserable beast
must still be running.

Something we can do for you,
Brother Bent?

Well, my soul's
in perdition,

but you can save the
wretched body housing it.

A meal?

A job.

Do you know cattle?

I grew up with them.

Rode many a trail up
and down these parts.

But why should you
trust your herd

to a man who failed his flock?

We can always
use another hand.

A good hand.

Rowdy, lend Brother
Bent your horse.

You see that cow

with the brown
splotches on his rump?

Frisking his head?

Cut him out for me.

You know,
it's peculiar

him being right on
our trail like that.

As if he was
waiting for us.

We don't know
much about him.

We'll find out
all we need to know.

Hey!

Awful jittery.

They're all jittery.

We had a little
thunder last night.

That one seems like
a real troublemaker.

That why you wanted
him cut out, Mr. Favor?

Mushy, you and Brother Bent
slaughter him up.

We'll eat steak again
for awhile.

All right, let's get
it done, Brother Bent.

I'm on?

Consider your bedroll
thrown in the wagon.

Pete, have the wrangler
give him a horse.

Wishbone
will give you a gun.

No, I never carry one.

Suit yourself.

You'll draw for who rides drag
in the morning.

Case you've all forgotten,
we're pushing a big herd.

Let's get at it.

We're ready here.

All right,
Brother Bent.

Let's see what
you can do, dude.

Attaboy!

Go get 'em,
Scarlet.

Attaboy, Joe!

All right,
it's time for old Pete

to judge this here contest now.

That Jim Quince
has got nerves like steel.

Ah...

Uh, the loser's Joe Scarlet.

Ah, Joe, you're getting
a little old, huh?

And trailing by a few drops,
Brother Bent.

Days of drag!

Well, it looks
like you were just
born to eat dust.

Drag or point-

it's all the same
on the long journey.

They both end up
at the same place.

Amen.
Amen, brother.

A lot like old times,
isn't it?

Start out with men

half of them green,
half of them rusty,

and you turn them
into an outfit.

I don't know
how you do it.

They're all good
men to start with.

You reading
the good book

for breakfast,
Brother Bent?

The soul needs feeding too, son.

You haven't told us much
about this town

that rode you out,
Brother Bent.

Well, not much to tell.

It was an ordinary
little town.

Most of
the inhabitants

came to the meeting house
on Sunday

to hear me say a few words
from the pulpit.

Quiet, God-fearing,
hardworking little town.

Then what got into them?

The devil.

Do you know
the devil?

You talk like
you've seen him,
Brother Bent.

He had no shape or form,
but he had a name- greed.

The plague that corrupts
the human heart.

It spreads like the flood-
nay, like a pestilence.

You breathe it in.

You catch it
from one another.

Greed. That's what drove me
from that town.

All right, let's butt

those saddles!

Bet three dollars.

I'll call ya.

High cards.

Two cards.

They broke camp,
Mr. Crowley.

Herd's on the move again.

How far ahead?

I'd say about 12 miles.

Aces and kings.

Time to move.

All right, mount up!

You're right-
we're being followed.

You know, something
got me curious.

Whatever gave you
the feeling to send
me back like that?

Tail end of the herd,
no stragglers.

Cattle bunch up that way,

they have the feeling
they're being followed.

One thing- it didn't figure
to be another herd

this late in the season.

You're right
about that, too.

Cowboys, but no herd.

They start when we start
and stop when we stop.

Must be two of
them to our one.

Well, they got
one less advantage now-

we know they're there.

I'm figuring the same way
we got one more advantage-

they don't know we know.

Is there one
among you knows

what day this is?

Is it Independence Day?

It's the Lord's day.

Yea.

The Sabbath.

And though we drive
the herd today,

as on other days,

it's fittin'
that we give pause,

if only
for a lovin' moment

to say a few solemn words
to set this day apart.

I take from my text...

I take from my text...
the parable of the golden calf.

Exodus, chapter 32.

"For in the Sinai wilderness

"Aaron cast the earrings
and the jewelry

"of the children of Israel
into the fire

"and fashioned them
a golden calf

and the people fell down
and worshipped the idol as God."

So it happened in the town
I've already told you about.

A man brought a rock
to the assayer

and the assayer
gold.

And the people fell down

and worshipped the gold
as an idol.

They rushed into the hills
after more gold.

Good went from their hearts

and greed
came in its place.

They forgot about God

and drove their man of God
into the wilderness.

But God has given it
to these eyes

to behold this evil and go forth
and cry out unto you

and to you, and to you
and to you!

Oh, this people have sinned
a great sin

and have made them
gods of gold.

Oh, you who are the lifeline

of this great
and growing nation...

close your eyes
to the sins of the golden calf.

Let your rewards
be your own accomplishments.

Amen.

Now, in case
any of you men

think that these
were just preacher's words,

let me show you what the greed
for gold can do,

not only to the soul,

but to the body of a man
as well.

Must've left it in my saddlebag.

It sure does glitter.

Just what I was thinking.

And it sure does
look like it.

I never saw a nugget
this size.

It's gold.
High-grade, too.

It's almost pure gold.

Then he was telling the truth
about that town he spoke about.

It truly exists somewhere.

Here.

See for yourselves.

He looked
something like you.

What happened
to Joe Scarlet?

Traded places with him.

Hey, the town they, uh,
rode you out of-

they chase you
all the way?

Well, they stampeded my
horse, wrecked my buggy.

Well, couldn't have been too far
from where we picked you up.

I didn't say
how long they chased me.

What did you say the name
of this town was, Brother Bent?

I like that-
no beating around the bush.

You come right out with it.

I like you, Flagg,
that's why I'll never tell you.

I refuse to be
the instrument

to the poisoning
of your soul.

I used to be a prospector.

Glad to hear the words,
"used to be."

Well, I might like
to try my luck again.

The herd seems to be
leaning to my side,

I better trim it.

It's for your own good
I'm not telling you, Flagg.

I'm real sorry you're
eating dust for nothing.

They're keeping out of sight

but they're down there
somewhere.

Gives you the creeps.

Beats me why Mr. Favor
didn't pick a better place

to make noon camp
instead of setting us out here

in the slope
like sitting ducks.

Where he calls noon
camp's his business.

Anybody spot anything?

No. They know how
to keep out of sight.

Wish Mr. Favor would see
fit to give 'em battle.

Me, too!

Put that thing
away before you
hurt yourself!

Rowdy?

Yeah.

Got a job for you.

Want you to trail
boss for a spell.

Trail boss?

You'll be shorthanded.

Most of the men will
stay here with me.

I want the herd moved
out over the pass.

Sure, Mr. Favor.

We really going to fight?

I don't know.

When they see us on the move,
they'll be on the move.

We'll be waiting for them,
and we pick the spot.

They can either
fight us or pass us.

The choice is up to them.

Well, let 'em come.

You won't be there.

A trail herd without
a chuck wagon

doesn't look alive.

Take over, Rowdy.

All right, let's
butt those saddles.

We've got a
herd to move!

So, you think?

They're herd hungry-
they'll show.

Here they come.

That's far enough!

Step off your horses
and stand away from them.

Rocket.

That the lot of you?

Who are you?

You're Gil Favor.

I know who I am.

I'm Clint Crowley.

You been trailing us
for the last five days.

We haven't been trailing you-
we've just been stalling.

Lost our herd to Texas fever.

Not exactly looking forward

to going home
with the news.

Sorry about your herd.

It's not only the herd.

I've got a contract
to deliver so many head

to Dobson each year.

I fail this year,

the contract
is forfeited.

Not only me,

but the whole town
of Crowley is ruined.

So, you figured to help
yourself to my herd?

I was tempted to try.

I'm not a crooked man,
Mr. Favor.

I'm willing to buy

your cows.

Make an offer.

Four dollars a head.

They're worth 40.

At the end of the trail.

That's a long way off-
a lot can happen.

Trail driver
takes his chances.

Best I can do.

We'll relieve you
of your ammunition

and you can go on.

Brother Bent?

He's setting us loose
on the plains unarmed?

Be grateful to him
for removing temptation.

Always carry a man of God
with you?

Your gun belt.

Yours, sir.

They can't go on like
this much longer.

Cheer up, son.

There's good grazing land
six miles ahead.

Six miles?

Beyond that ridge.

And water
a day's drive past that.

I guess you know Chisholm
and Goodnight better.

My first drive
on the Sedalia.

Appreciate any information.

We had a wet winter
and a wetter spring.

Lazy River's
got plenty of water.

It's a ways off the trail.

Some, but if they had water,

your cows would make up
for the day or two they'd lose.

I was counting on
getting supplies

in the town of Mudluck.

Well, there's Juniper
on the Lazy River.

Not much of a town as towns go,

but you can get
most anything you want there.

Hey, Wishbone, come on in!

I bathe once in a while,
too, you know.

I never have
seen you do it.

Come on, Mushy.

Brother Bent?

You're mighty handy
to have around.

If you should ever decide

to trade in the
pulpit for the trail,

I'll have a
place for you.

Well, I'll remember
that, son.

We got to find a way
to make him talk.

That's no problem.

That's what he does
easiest and best.

The trick is to make
him say anything.

This belong to you?

No man ever wholly owned gold.

All of it rightfully belongs
to the devil.

Believe me, friend,

it hurt me more
than it hurt you.

That's the evil power of gold.

Trouble when you have it,

trouble when you
want to get rid of it.

That gold sure did teach
you a powerful lesson.

You know the difference
between God's gold

and the Devil's gold?

Well, I'll tell you.

God's gold must be earned
with sweat and toil.

But the Devil's gold
can be taken as easily

as Adam plucked the apple
from the tree of knowledge.

There was this gold lying about
in chunks and nuggets

about the size
of a man's fist

right up in the hills
behind my town.

Is it still
lying around up there?

The outcroppings
are scraped up,

but there are undoubtedly
rich loads beneath.

But don't waste your breath
asking me about it.

I'm your friend!

I'm not going to lead you
to the grazing fields

of the golden calf.

Mushy!
Yes, sir?

I'm ready, sir.

Well, come up here close
and ease it down

gentle like.

Oh, let her go, Mr. Wishbone,
I can handle it.

That'll teach you
to keep away from whisky.

Packs quite a wallop,
don't it?

Where's our poker barrel,
Wishbone?

You know, I'm losing money
every minute I'm not playing.

You and your bragging.

I'm not bragging.

I'm the best poker hand
on the trail.

My winnings prove it.

That's because you been
taking on plumb amateurs.

Well, they don't know
their ace from the deuce.

Meaning you're an expert?

There's three things
I'm proud of.

My sourdough keg,

my beard,

and my poker playing.

You're protecting your
reputation by never playing.

I'm waiting
for higher stakes.

I mean to pluck you drovers

when you collect your pay
in Sedalia.

I call that bluff. Now.

Well, if you want to lose all
your winnings, I'm willing.

In real money.
Cash money.

Nothing else but.

And get the spigot
and the cups, Mushy.

After we get it
up there, you jasper!

Sorry, Mr. Rowdy.

Mr. Wishbone tell me

when Mr. Favor
gives and order,

you drop everything.

We will continue withRawhide
after station identification.

Check.
Pass.

Open for three.
I'll call.

Call.

Keep this one.

Discard the face cards,
Wishbone.

How would you like
somebody peeping

over your shoulder
in the pulpit,

whispering in your ear?

"Quote this chapter,
not that one."

I'd pay heed if the man
knew his scriptures.

Well, this is poker playing,
Brother Bent,

not preaching.

Three cards.

Two.

Take three
to see 'em.

Call.

Three treys.

Well, just add five
to each one of those,

and that's what I got.

Well, I beat him
without help.

Want to sit in, Brother Bent?

Deal me in.

A preacher?
Gambling?

I figure the good Lord will
overlook this one transgression,

since it's in such a good cause.

We're playing
for keeps. Money?

Well, that I haven't got,
but, uh...

will this do for security?

Meanwhile,
we can just

use these pebbles for chips.

50 cents apiece.

A dollar.

Pebbles don't care.

Open for a dollar.

Cards.

Three cards.

I'll take one.

Two.

Check to the one.

Three.

Three?

And 20.

No use picking up more pebbles.

Here's my nugget
against everything you got

in front of you.

Full house.

Beats me.

The Lord giveth,
the Lord taketh away.

Brother Bent.

I'll give you a chance
to get it back.

Well, this is all
I have to put up.

We'll cut for high card.

The nugget, all the money I got,

against the name
of the place

where this nugget
came from.

It'll be fate.
Not me.

All right.

The ace of hearts,
you lucky prospector.

The only thing that will beat it
is the ace of spades.

One chance in 51.

You men put up
all your holdings,

and if I lose,
you'll all be in on it.

I said, put up everything.

What you got in your pockets?

Wishbone...

you do me the honor.

Well, I'll be toasted on a spit.

The ace of spades.

Well, so it is.

I guess the fates just didn't
want you to know

the name of that place.

The Lord, taketh away,
and the Lord giveth back.

Brother Bent,
when Quince asked you

how come you were gambling,

you said it was
for a good cause.

What cause?

The cause
of proving to you

the evils
and dangers of gambling.

What I really did
was deliver a little sermon

with the aid
of 52 assistants.

I trust you boys
all learned a lesson.

And it might
please you to know

that your contribution
will help establish

a new house of worship.

Come and get it!

Mr. Favor's breaking out
the whisky keg.

Come and get it.

Most of you men
have ridden with me before

and know my trail rules.

I don't set my men loose
on trail towns.

We do our drinking
outside the town,

save the big blow off
for the end of the drive.

We'll hold here for a few days,
rest the cattle.

So you can do your drinking now,
on the house.

Line up, here!

Come on, line up.

Riding into Juniper.
You want to come with me?

Oh, no, I don't think
it would be fair,

being as the other men
are staying here.

Right.

See you later.

Never, thank you.

Liquor is another
of man's plagues.

We were just drinking
a toast to the...

To the downfall
of the Devil,

and his ways.

Well, there isn't anything
I wouldn't do for that cause.

While we're at it,
let's, uh,

let's drink
to something more positive.

To the return of virtue
and righteousness

to the
town of...

drunk or sober, the name of that
town will never pass these lips.

Thank you, brother.

Still following me?

Juniper's off
the Sedalia trail, Favor.

Besides, we had
to buy ourselves

some ammunition.

You sell them the ammunition?

Add the cost to my bill.

That settle our account?

Maybe his...

but not mine.

What's on your mind?

Two years ago's
on my mind.

You broke the rules,
you deserved to be fired.

The high and mighty Mr. Favor
and his fancy rules.

Insults you.

Won't give you the satisfaction
of a fair fight.

Not the high
and mighty Mr. Favor.

Against his principles
to fight with hired hands.

You're not
my hired hand anymore.

Ah.

Shooting him wouldn't give me
near enough satisfaction.

That's what you want.

List of supplies
I want.

Mr. Favor, we're
in bad trouble.

The whole outfit's quit.

They go into town?

Well, they quit for good.

They packed up their
bedrolls and took off.

Without wages?

Yeah, they, they
sort of went crazy.

They got Brother Bent drunk,

and he told them about
some town that was loaded

with gold,
and off they rode.

All of them?

All expect Pete
and Wishbone.

They're doing their best
to guard the herd.

Why didn't you ride in
and tell me?

I thought I'd better
stay with the herd.

Where are we going
to get a new crew, boss?

No chance of getting
one in Juniper.

What do you think?

I'm going back to town.

You never know
what card fate'll turn up next.

Here I am with plenty of men
and no cows,

and there you are
with plenty of cows and...

I'll hire your men.

Double their
regular wages.

We don't work for Mr. Favor.

Won't solve my problem.

I got to have beef on the hoof,

or I lose my contract.

Your offer still stand?

My offer still stands.

$4.00 a head.

Juniper's been taking some
of my money.

$2.00 a head.

That's less than they were worth
when they were calved.

With only four men to tend them,

your cows will scatter
all over Texas.

My men

can pick them up
for nothing.

That's the way
vultures do business.

You're between the devil
and the deep blue.

Be glad I'm a businessman
with no time to waste.

I'd like to start
driving those cows tonight.

Draw up
the papers.

First time I lost a herd.

Feel kind of naked
without my chuck wagon.

$2.00 a head.

I'll pay back the lost
if it takes the rest of my life.

We going straight
back, Mr. Favor?

Plenty of time
in the morning.

Now I know
what Crowley meant

not being in a hurry
to go home with bad news.

Find something?

No, just some wild cat sign.

All I know is,
whoever the
thieves were,

they sure knew
how to hide
their tracks.

I still say they
must have moved
in shallow water.

What's the difference?

You lose your hands,

you lose your herd,

and you lose your money.

How do you explain it
to the people who trusted you?

It wasn't your fault,
Mr. Favor.

They could have jumped me
just as easy, Wishbone.

I keep thinking
of this Crescent City.

What Crescent City?

That's the place

Brother Bent
told the boys about

when they got him drunk.

Rich load,
outcroppings,

gold to be picked
off the trees.

It isn't much
out of the way.

What-What have we
got to lose?

Well, if it's not much
out of the way.

We might as
well go now.

Nobody feels
like sleeping.

Strange.

Not a man
or a horse

in sight
anywhere.

And doesn't look
like there's been any

for sometime.

I know he said
Crescent City.

Well, it's still
kind of early

in the morning yet.

It's not that early.

Mr. Favor.

The gold?

Greed is man's
ruination.

The truest words

Brother Bent
ever spoke.

No gold in those hills, huh?

No gold, no hills.

Nothing but
abandoned diggings

in an abandoned town.

That devil preacher played
a dirty trick on us.

Will you take us
back, Mr. Favor?

We'll take
a cut in pay

for the time
we lost you.

Mr. Favor had
to sell the herd, dude.

All that gold talk,
we just didn't think.

What you doing
with my cook's louse?

MushyIsn't he with you?

What do you mean?

Well, he was
riding with us,

but all of a sudden,
he changed his mind

and rode back
to rejoin you.

When?

Well, the afternoon
we quit on you.

You thinking what
I'm thinking?

Mushy's in trouble?

I have the feeling
Brother Bent could tell us

what happened to Mushy.

I have the feeling

Brother Bent could tell us
a lot of things.

Yeah, but where are you going
to find Brother Bent?

I'm going back
to the herd.

Ourherd.

Our herd, all right.

Yeah, makes
me feel good

just looking
at them.

Bet $3.00.

Well, son,
I'll just have to call you.

I'll stay.

I'm out.

A little nine-
high straight.

I guess I better turn in

before I lose all my wages
for the whole drive.

Ah, deal me out.

I got to check the night riders.

This is my
lucky night.

What do you want
here, Favor?

Looking for a stray.

Mr. Favor.

It seems
I found him.

I changed my mind,
Mr. Favor.

I came back.

They was robbing you
when I rode up.

I tried to yell.

Shut up.

You took your money
back, Crowley.

That cancels
our deal.

Just like that?

I'm taking
my herd back.

You better take your men
and go, Favor,

while the going...

Hold it, Favor.

You ain't going anywhere.

I been waiting a long time
for this.

Just a minute, Rocket.

I went along
with the tricking the herd

from Mr. Favor.

I helped you do it.

I went along

with taking the
money back from him.

But I draw the line at murder.

What's the matter
with you, Dave Bent?

You been taken in
with your own preaching?

Maybe I have.

Get out of the way, Davey boy.

I'm going to shoot, Dave,

whether you get
out of the way or not.

I'll shoot right through you.

Try it!

Owe you my life,
Brother Bent.

In a way, Mr. Favor,
I owe you mine.

Mr. Crowley here owes you
something else, too.

Keep it.

I'm buying back
the herd.

You better keep it, Crowley,
and thank providence

you got nothing more
on your conscience

than a robbery
that didn't come off.

Like I said, Brother Bent...

Dave Bent.

You can throw your bedroll
in with us.

We'd be glad to have
you with the drive.

Well, thanks, Mr. Favor,

but seems like
with all my preaching,

I finally got me a convert.

Myself.

I just don't feel natural
anymore without my bible

and my preaching hat.

Maybe I'm wrong,
but I guess

what I've done sort of
makes me feels as though

I'd rather bewith
the good Lord than again' him.

Good luck, Brother Bent.

Thanks, Mr. Favor.

Head 'em up!

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?

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?

Cut 'em out, ride 'em in,
ride 'em in, let 'em out?

Cut 'em out, ride 'em in?

Rawhide...?
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?

?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?

Hyah!

Hyah!

?Rollin', rollin', rollin',
rollin', rollin', rollin'?

Hyah!
?Rollin', rollin', rollin'...?