All language subtitles for Rawhide - 2X32 - Incident In The Garden Of Eden

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)

(peaceful theme playing)

(cattle lowing)

Another hundred, Rowdy.

Yeah, another
hundred it is, Pete.

Let's see...

You know, there's
a big difference

between counting cattle
and counting sheep, Pete.

What's that?

Well, when you're
counting cattle,

you don't fall asleep.

Oh, come on.

Well, I guess a cattleman ain't
supposed to count sheep anyway.

Treason, something like that.

Boy, being on a drive too long

sure affects different
people different ways.

Some get nervous and irritable,

and others get trouble sleeping.

I ain't had any
trouble sleeping.

No, but that ain't
the worst kind.

ROWDY: Well,
what's the worst kind?

Them that starts
making up jokes.

I got 2800 and 50-some odd head.

Yeah, I got the same.

We're 150 head short.

Well, I guess maybe
we better replace 'em

afore Mr. Favor gets back.

Yeah.

Some ranch country up ahead.

It's gonna be easygoing
the next few days.

Well, this far from Sedalia,

we could probably pick
'em up for $6 a head.

Yeah, the further north we
get, the higher they're gonna be.

We better pick
'em up around here.

Now how'd you figure that out?

It was easy.

(sighs)

Pete, how far ahead you'd
say that ranch country is?

It's about 25 miles.

Well, Rowdy,

I'll give you time
to ride on ahead,

buy the steers and
get the brands changed

afore we catch up to ya.

You mean, you're
sending me, Wish?

Now why else would I
be giving you the money?

I don't know,

I thought maybe you
were giving me a raise.

Well, see you later, Pete.

Right.

(cattle lowing)

Did we have to send Rowdy?

Yeah, we do.

Why?

Well, I could say

because Mr. Favor
figures it's time he learned

how to buy cattle.

And I could say it was
because we need you here

to scout. Yeah.

But the real reason's
'cause me and the crew

just can't stand any
more of his jokes.

Come on, giddap!

(tranquil theme playing)

(cattle lowing)

Hello.

Uh, nice-looking
cattle you have here.

Any of 'em for sale?

Mister, I'd...
I'd like to, uh...

I'd like to buy some
of these cattle here,

if they're for sale.

Look...

I have some money.

Money, right here.

I'd like to buy
some of these cattle.

Great help.

Thanks.

(ominous theme playing)

(lighthearted theme playing)

(English accent): Leastways
you could hit the board, Mr. Oliver.

(English accent): Mr. Higgins,

I should be highly surprised
if you even hit the wall.

All right.

OLIVER: Bull's-eye.

Yeah, next time why don't
you try opening your eyes.

Why don't you just
open your purse, all right?

Two more, Harry.
Mr. Oliver's paying.

(English accent): Right you are.

Afternoon, sir.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Glass of ale maybe?

"Aisle"?

Best this side of the pond, sir.

What pond?

Atlantic Ocean.

Oh, no, thanks.

We got some whiskey.

Well, I didn't exactly
come in here for a drink.

Uh, I was trying to find
out who owns the cattle,

uh, outside of town there.

Now why would you be doing that?

I'd like to buy 'em, that's why.

What, did I say something wrong?

No, sir. Them animals
belongs to Sir Richard Ashley.

Oh. Well, where can I find him?

They're fine stock.

Yeah, I know that.

You in the cattle line, sir?

Yeah, I'm with a herd
on the Sedalia Trail.

We're... Came up
about 150 head short.

Hundred and fifty head short.
Now ain't that a blooming shame?

Seems downright careless to me.

Uh, maybe I'll have
a drink after all.

What'll it be, sir?

Any rye?

Yes, sir.

You haven't told me
where this Ashley fella is.

Who? Sir Richard?

No, I wouldn't
rightly know, sir.

How much do I owe you for this?

One shilling, sir.

Twenty-five cents.

(coin clinking)

You just keep riding north, sir.

You might find
cattle to buy up there.

Thanks.

If I was you, I'd forget
all about the Ashley herd.

Yeah, I'll try and do that.

Only trouble is I got
a real good memory.

Wants to buy the
Ashley herd, does he?

Well...

blooming fat chance he's got!

Well, I've never
seen you before.

Well...

no, I've never been here before.

Who are you?

Uh, Rowdy Yates.

I'm Laura Ashley.

Ashley?

Yes.

You are the man who was
looking at our cattle earlier today,

aren't you?

(chuckling): Yeah.

I didn't think that Indian
understood a thing I was saying.

He understood.

They are for sale.

Are you prepared to pay cash?

Well, yeah, I got
the money with me.

Only I got the idea
Mr. Ashley didn't want to sell.

From them?

Yeah.

Well, he's my father.
I ought to know.

Now, what did you,
uh, intend to pay?

Oh, um...

uh, 6, maybe $7 a head.

Why don't you tie your
horse to the back of the surrey.

I think we can talk
more comfortably in here.

Oh, yeah, sure.

OLIVER: Higgins,

what wouldn't you give to
be in Regent's Park right now?

(inhaling): Taking in the air

and watching all the
lovely girls passing by.

HIGGINS: I'd give my soul...

if I had one.

(darts thudding)

(English accent): Hey, Pop,

what I've just seen.

What you ain't seen
is the dust back here.

I'll thank you to clean it up.

Miss Laura and that drover chap.

Oh? What about 'em?

WOMAN: They went off together.

Where's Winch?

Over at the county
seat, buying provisions.

He's gotta know
about that drover.

Somebody's got to tell him.

Oh, it's a 15 mile ride.

Mr. Winch wouldn't like it
if he weren't told right off.

Yeah.

All right, Higgins, come
on, we'll both ride in.

All right.

(sighs)

Caw! Better them than me.

Mr. Winch will be proper
angry when he hears.

Look. There.

That's Rim Rock.

I often go up there.

From the top you
can see all around.

Nothing I ever see is England.

Oh, well, it ain't. It's Texas.

Yes, I know.

But sometimes I...
I like to fool myself.

I go up there and pretend
that it's an English hill.

And that surrounding
me is the gentle green

of an English countryside.

I hate your Texas.

(chuckling): Well,

it ain't mine, Miss Ashley.

(laughs)

I'm sorry.

I-I suppose we
ought to be talking

about the cattle
you're going to buy.

Yeah, I hope we're
not gonna have

too much trouble about
that. Why should there be?

Well, those people
back in town...

Those people.

My father brought all of
them with him from England.

He... He paid them money,
he bought them farms.

Now they've all
turned against him.

W-why...?

Why would they do that?

Winch.

Who? What?

Someone... we're afraid of.

(ominous theme playing)

Is he the one?

Yes.

You should not have told her.

I'm not afraid of Winch.

You should be.

Do you like the
house, Mr. Yates?

Well, one thing's for sure,

I've never seen
anything like it.

My father had an
architect build it.

It's Georgian.

Yeah, I was in Georgia,
about two or three years ago.

Heh. Not Georgia, Mr. Yates,

King George.

Oh? What's he got to do with it?

The... The Georgian period.

Sure.

(piano playing romantic music)

Oh.

Miss Laura.

Oh, Tompkins, this is Mr. Yates.

Good afternoon, sir.

Yeah, sir.

May I, uh... Ahem.

May I take your hat, sir?

What for?

Well, ahem.

Oh.

Father?

Father.

Ah. Chopin.

Very pretty.

Uh, Father, this is Mr. Yates.

My father, Sir Richard Ashley.

How do you do?

How do you do,
Mr. Yates? I do fine, sir.

This is the gentleman
who's going to buy our cattle.

Oh?

I wasn't aware we
were selling them.

But w-we have to, Father,

it's the only way that
we... Does Winch know?

No, but I...

Well, I... I think we
should have waited.

Father, can't we for just once

do something without
Winch's approval?

Well, my dear, he,
uh... He is the foreman.

And a great deal
of time was put in

in getting that herd together.

The cattle do belong to you.

Ah, yes. Yes, of course.

Um, where's your
ranch, uh, Mr. Yates?

Oh, uh, no ranch,
I've got a cattle drive

over on the, uh, Sedalia Trail.

Oh, my word, that trail's
quite a way from here.

You... You must be tired.

No, not too bad.
Oh, thirsty perhaps.

Oh, Laura, uh, get Tompkins
to, uh, bring some tea,

would you, please? Good.

Thank you, my dear.

Well, come sit down.

Well, now, I trust you're
not in a great hurry.

Uh, no, just as long
as I get the cattle I want.

Oh, yes, yes, I understand
that, of course, yes.

Do wish you'd talk
to Winch first, though.

Well, you see, this fella
Winch, he wasn't around.

He is just the
foreman, ain't he?

Oh, yes.

Yes, he's just the... foreman.

SIR RICHARD: A liking for Chopin

is an indication of
decadence, I feel.

It's so, uh...

Well, it's so febbrile.

It's so oversweet.

Don't you think so, Mr. Yates?

Oh. Uh, well, I...

I wouldn't wanna be sure.

Sugar?

Now, uh, ahem,

I can highly recommend that tea.

I have it blended and
sent from England.

Of course, we don't
grow tea in England.

Uh, as you, uh... Well, you...

You knew that, of course.

(chuckling): Oh,
yeah, of course.

Petit four, sir?

Oh, they're cakes.

Oh, they are cakes.

(chuckles)

I suppose you'll be riding

back to your herd
soon, Mr. Yates.

Well, no, actually,
the... The herd joins me.

I just got to pick up the
beeves I need and that's all.

Well, you can get them
here, then. Can't he, Father?

Oh, speaking of Chopin,

I detest business,
don't you, Mr. Yates?

Well, all I'm trying to do

is buy 150 head
of cattle at six...

Seven dollars a head.

Right. How soon does
the herd catch up to you?

In two or three days.

Oh, well, now, we
needn't discuss it over tea.

Well, I was kinda
hoping to get a bill of sale

so I could start
changing the brand.

Oh, yes, of course,
I understand.

Uh, Laura, have you asked
Mr. Yates to spend the night?

No, I hadn't. Oh, I think
you should, my dear.

All right,
Mr. Yates, I'll, uh...

I'll see you at dinner.

Yeah.

You know, I...

I get the feeling your
father doesn't want to sell.

Heh. Don't worry,
Mr. Yates, he will.

Now if you'll excuse me,

it'll take me just
a little bit longer

to dress for dinner than you.

Phew.

(ominous theme playing)

That's very pretty.

Making that for yourself?

For Miss Laura.

Beautiful girl, Miss Laura.

Miss Laura is very beautiful.

Her and her father
are real nice people.

It would be better
if you rode away...

now.

I'd just been
invited for dinner.

It would be better
if you rode away.

Why?

That house,

it should never have been built.

It's Georgian.

Don't whether King
George built it or not.

It does not belong here.

What you're saying,

does this have anything
to do with this fella Winch?

It has to do with death.

(ominous theme playing)

(knocking on door)

Who...? Who is it?

It's, uh, Tompkins, sir.

Hey, come in, will ya?

Shut the door. Shut it.

I can't find my clothes.

I, um... I have them here, sir.

Them?

Yes, we, um...

Dinner's almost ready, sir.

Yeah, well, great, I'm
hungry and everything...

We... We dress for dinner, sir.

Yeah, well, I hadn't
exactly planned

on coming down like this.

(laughing): Oh.

Very good, sir.

Yeah, real great.

Now, where are my clothes?

I, uh, took the liberty, sir,

of putting them
in the laundry tub

while you were
taking your bath, sir.

They were... They
were very dusty, sir.

Dusty? They were filthy.

A drover's clothes always are.

Well, they'll be quite
dry in the morning,

and I... I shall iron
them very carefully, sir.

What are you trying to do?
Get me thrown off the drive?

Oh, I... I'm sorry, sir.

I gotta wear these?

I think you'll find them
very comfortable, sir.

Sir Richard had
them made for himself

several years ago
in Bond Street, sir.

Oh.

Bond Street, San Antone.

Bond Street, London, sir.

London, England?

London, England.

(chuckles)

Oh, a fancy-dress party.

Formal attire, sir.

Well, if I gotta. Heh.

Say, what are these?

Boots, sir.

Boots?

Some kind of a
shoe, looks like to me.

In the vernacular, perhaps.

In the where?

Uh, perhaps I
should explain, sir.

Yeah, will you do that?

Yes, you see, sir,

uh, you Americans have
fallen into the unfortunate habit

of, uh, referring to
boots as shoes, sir.

Oh. We have?

Yes, sir.

Well, I guess it's too late
to do anything about it now,

so, uh...

I'll just put on these
shoes and clothes.

You can go on down and tell
'em I'll be along in a few minutes.

I should really stay
and help you dress, sir.

Why?

Well, I...

I should... really, sir.

No, you won't.

I... I should, sir.

Now, look here...

I... I really should, sir.

Oh, our... Our guest is late.

He, uh... He may be having

a little difficulty,
Sir Richard.

Diff... Difficulty with what?

I gather they don't
frequently dress for dinner

during a... A trail drive.

(chuckles)

No, I imagine they never do.

Barbarians.

Father, did you
sign the bill of sale?

I don't approve of
selling the cattle.

But that money will
take us to England.

I have obligations here.

To whom?

Besides, I'm not
so sure I want to go.

It's been so many years.

It would be like a
foreign country to me.

But you're not happy here.

It's been 20 years
since Mother died

and you've done nothing but...

Drink? Every night?

Perhaps.

I don't think I'd be
happy anywhere else.

Doesn't it matter
that I would be?

(ominous theme playing)

Ah, here's our guest.

Heh. Oh, come in.

Come in, Mr. Yates.

All right, Tompkins,
you can serve now.

The clothes fit you perfectly.

Well, uh, uh, we're...

Your father and I are
about the same size.

He didn't wear a
size 12 shoe, though.

Uh, boot, I mean. Heh.

That must be how you looked
when you were young, Father.

(chuckles)

Not half as handsome, my dear.

He is handsome.

Ah, ah, now, Laura...

Mr. Yates, I know
the dinner table isn't

the place for
discussing business,

but I thought perhaps...

Laur... Laura. Please.

I merely wanted
to say, Mr. Yates,

you'll have no trouble
in buying the herd.

None at all.

(lighthearted theme playing)

(riders approaching)

Where is he?

Where is who, Mr. Winch?

The drover.

I don't know nothing about him.

You were with the herd today,

you must have been
the one who told him.

I didn't tell him anything.

Who did you tell?

Miss Laura.

Put the gun away.

Plan on using that knife?

Hey, Winch.

Yeah?

Got an idea where
you can find that drover.

Having supper...

over at the main house...

with Miss Laura.

Here, come now.

Drink your drink.
Have another one.

No, no. No, thanks. I...

Father, I-I liked to show
Mr. Yates the garden.

Oh, yes, of course.

I'm sure Mr. Yates has
seen a man drunk before.

You know, Mr. Yates,
it's a funny thing.

My daughter doesn't
like to see me drink.

So... if you'll excuse me.

I've got to get him
back to England.

Yeah, I guess so.

It's this crude, rough
life. It's too much for him.

We've tried to make
a decent life here,

but it's impossible...

(footsteps approaching)

Mr. Winch.

No, I didn't knock this time.

No more than you're
selling the cattle.

The decision is
not yours to make.

I worked two years
getting that herd together.

My father and I
are very grateful

for your hard work.

I'm not looking for gratitude.

In a couple or three
years, we'll be driving

our own herd north.

"We," Mr. Winch?

My name is Ben.

I'd forgotten.

There are a lot of other
things you've forgotten.

But right now all you
have to remember is

the cattle aren't being sold.

I think you'd better leave.

I don't take orders from you.

I think you better do
what the lady says.

There aren't any cattle for
sale on this ranch, mister.

Your horse has been
fed. So have you.

Pack up your gear and go.

That's up to Sir
Ashley and Miss Laura.

On this ranch it's up to me.

Not the way I see it.

Well, I better make
you see it different, then.

All right.

I won't break up
your fine furniture.

But he better be out
of here by morning.

Now you see why my
father and I have to leave.

You don't have to worry.

You can get rid of
him any time you want.

It isn't quite that simple.

I did promise to show
you the garden, didn't I?

Yeah.

(ethereal theme playing)

My mother loved it so much.

I suppose it reminded
her of England.

Her first name was Eden,

so father called it
Garden of Eden...

Just as he always
called her Lady Eden.

I don't remember her very well.

She...

She died when I was quite young.

But I always think
of her as being...

very tall and fair and...
And always dressed in white.

Sort of like that statue.

Of course, I don't
imagine she'd look like that.

I wish she was still alive.

I sure never seen a
place like this, ma'am.

Nor people like my
father and myself?

That's right, ma'am.

Oh, please, not "ma'am."

My name's Laura.

Yes, ma'am.

(chuckles)

All these rose bushes
were brought from England.

Seems rather unfair, though,

that they're still
blossoming and Mother's...

I don't know why
I'm telling you all this.

How can I?

This is so... So
terribly unfair to you.

There's no reason why you
should be bothered with...

With my troubles.

You should ride on and...

buy your cattle
somewhere else where...

Where you won't be bothered
by a silly, frightened girl.

I'm not afraid of Winch.

No, I don't think you are.

(ominous theme playing)

(cattle lowing)

Hey, I don't like doing this
without orders from Winch.

Ain't his cattle.

But he runs the place.

And he also sleeps late.

He had to ride into town.

You go help the
Indian, will you?

What's this supposed to be?

It's a trail brand.

That's what it's supposed to be.

You've been helping him?

That's right.

I didn't give you any orders.

LAURA: I did.

You take orders
from me, nobody else.

How many cows you've branded?

Couple of dozen.

And that's all
you're gonna brand.

Look, maybe your hands
take orders from you, but I don't.

I know where you
got your orders.

You can forget them.

I bought these cattle
and I'm gonna brand 'em.

You got a bill of sale?

That's right.

Who signed this?

My father.

It's his name, but who wrote it?

You?

I'll take the bill of sale.

Go ahead.

It's nothing but
a piece of paper.

It's a bill of sale signed
by the owner of these cattle.

Did you see him sign it?

I didn't need to. Miss
Laura brought it to me.

Next time you buy cattle,

make sure the bill of sale
is signed by the person

who's supposed to sign it.

You saying this is a forgery?

I'm saying Ashley
didn't sign it.

Well, I don't care
what you're saying.

You're holding up work.
Now, get out of here.

(dramatic theme playing)

(grunts)

You're gonna have to kill me.

Hey, Winch.

(horse snorts)

Is this what you
went into town for?

He didn't send for us,

if that's what you
mean, young fella.

What are you doing here?

We got an interest in
what's going on here.

What interest?

I see you've been
branding cattle, Mr. Yates.

That's right. Cattle I
bought and paid for.

Well, you might
have paid for them,

but, uh, you ain't bought them.

Doesn't know what
he's talking about.

Begging your pardon, Miss
Laura, it's you that don't know.

What is it I don't know?

Mr. Winch here
owns half the herd.

I'm sorry, Laura. I
didn't want you to know.

Well, he only
owns half the herd,

the other half you could...

Well, that...

wouldn't make
150 head, would it?

No, it wouldn't make
any difference, no how.

'Cause the other
half belongs to us.

(somber theme playing)

No one ever said anything.

We all love Sir
Richard, Miss Laura.

He's a good man, but he
ain't got no head for business.

We had to buy the herd 'cause,

otherwise, the ranch
would have gone to pot.

He didn't have the
money to keep it up.

(speaks indistinctly)

(sighing): Seems like I've
been making a fool of myself.

You had help from her.

So did I.

Well, I...

I ain't much at
apologies, Mr. Winch.

Heh. Find me someone
who is and I'll take lessons.

I'm like you, Mr. Yates, I
didn't come into this natural.

Most I wanted to be was...
Was a foreman when I started.

But I never met people
like... Like the Ashleys before.

They live in a different world.

Yeah, why do they do that?

Well, they're... They're
English somebodies.

Uh, blue blood, I
guess, is the word.

They're trying to
keep something alive

that can't be kept
alive out here.

Tradition.

Yeah, it is sort of strange.

Yeah, it took me
awhile to understand.

They can't sell
their kind of house.

They can't sell the
silver you ate off.

They can't sell
what has to be sold

to take a trip to England.

Especially for a woman who
wouldn't be welcome there.

Why wouldn't she
be welcome there?

Mr. Yates.

Yeah?

It's a good thing
you came along.

It's about time she knew
the cattle weren't hers.

I've been trying to protect her.

Hoping to build up a herd
and take it up to Sedalia

so she could keep on
playing the English lady...

If that's what
she really wanted.

You don't want her to go
back to England, do you?

I'd be lying if I said I did.

Well...

it's a good thing I didn't brand
more than a couple dozen head.

I guess the best thing I can
do is get back to my herd.

The only thing is, uh,
she's got the money.

Let's get back to
the house and get it.

(dramatic theme playing)

Father, is the herd yours?

What do you mean?

Did you sell the cattle?

Yes.

I'm sorry, Laura.

I... I saw no reason
to tell you before.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you for letting me know

what everyone else
knew before I knew it.

Sir Richard,

Mr. Yates decided not
to buy the cattle here.

Yeah, that's right.

Oh, thank you.

There's only thing,
though... Oh, the money.

Yes, yes, of course.
I'll get it for you.

Excuse me.

Laura!

You can't do this!

You can come with
me, Father, or stay here.

But we have no money. I have.

SIR RICHARD:
Doesn't belong to us.

Look, Miss Laura, that
money belongs to my trail boss.

You bought those cattle,
Mr. Yates, take them.

They weren't yours to sell.

Well, then take the
house. Or the tea service.

Or the garden maybe.

Laura. Now, listen to me.

Only if you come
with me, Father.

We can't go back to England.

Why can't we?

Because we don't belong there!

Of course we do. We...

We should go back
to the land where...

What do you mean,
"we don't belong there"?

Where we are is
good enough. I...

I wouldn't be
unhappy about that. I...

I wouldn't be too
eager to leave it.

Why don't we belong there?

I was cashiered
from my regiment.

For stealing...
regimental funds.

I wasn't jailed because...

I was a gentleman.

But I can't go back!

Is that clear!?

Then I'll go without you.

One thief in the
family is enough.

Why don't you try and stop me?

Thief.

(dramatic theme playing)

You can take money
that doesn't belong to you?

Maybe I'll do a better
job of it than you did.

No, there's only one way to
stop you and stop you I must.

Now, listen, Laura.

Lady Eden was childless.

Childless?

She was my mother.

She died before you were born.

If she wasn't my
mother, who was?

I... I was lonely
after she died, and I...

married again.

Who was my mother?

I kept the marriage secret.

It was easy in
this isolated spot

to pass you off as
Lady Eden's child.

Who was my mother!?

Your mother... is Oneewa.

Oneewa?

My nurse?

She brought me
up after Mother died.

She's a... She's a servant.

She's your mother...
and my wife.

(crying): She's an Indian.

I can't ask forgiveness.

Just understanding.

I'm a... I'm a half-breed.

Mr. Yates.

I'm the English lady whose...

Whose elegance impressed you so.

Even frightened you at
dinner last night, didn't it?

Yeah, it... It did that.

And afterwards
when you kissed me,

you thought you were
kissing a lady, didn't you?

Well, you were wrong.

You were kissing a squaw.

(crying): Aren't you
ashamed of yourself?

Kissing a squaw?!

Look, it didn't make
no difference to me.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much!

But I don't want...

I don't want your
charity or your money!

Ben?

You wanted me, didn't you?

Did you know what you
wanted was a half-breed?

Not Indian, not white, but...

something in-between.

You better go inside. No.

No, I don't belong there.

That's for gentlefolk.

Gentlefolk and thieves!

I think he'll be all right.

She had no money.

There's only place she could go:

Rim Rock.

Only thing she could do:

kill herself.

We'd better get your horse.

He was hurt trying to stop her.

Stop her!? Yes, I...
I told her the truth.

That you were her mother. Why?

She wanted to go to England.

You should have told her
much sooner or much later.

You're right, Oneewa.
You're always right.

I... I was a fool.

Come on, let's go.

(tense theme playing)

Is she to see us
coming after her?

What choice do we have?

None.

Come on.

What do you want!?

Or is there still
something I don't know?

Nothing I told you
is as important...

No, not to you maybe.
You're just the same.

But I'm not.

I'm something different.

Something I despise.

Laura,

I want you to come home with me.

Home?

Home to Lady Eden's house?

Lady Eden's garden?

They belong much more to
you than they ever did to her.

Don't come near me!

But you can't throw
your life away...

Just because I've been
a fool and a coward!

All you think about
is what you've been.

Well, what about
what I'm to become?

What in my life
is worth saving?!

Laura...

listen, uh, I didn't know
you before yesterday

and tomorrow I'm
riding back to the herd,

so what I have to say
doesn't mean much.

Say anything you
want, Mr. Yates.

Anyone can now.

Look, I had supper
at your place last night,

in the garden I kissed
a very beautiful girl.

Meant a lot to me.

Last night you didn't
know it was a squaw.

I wasn't kissing a label or
a name, it was a woman.

I won't forget it for
a long time unless...

Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil

your beautiful
dreams, Mr. Yates.

(Laura grunts)

(grunts)

(Laura screams)

LAURA: No!

(screams)

He's dead.

Leave me with my dead.

No, you've got the
living to look after.

(somber theme playing)

Sir Richard's dead.
He fell off Rim Rock.

You better help him.

Then my...?

My being what I am doesn't
make any difference to you?

You're no different
than you ever were.

Do you still want me?

I never wanted anyone else.

Oneewa.

Come into our house, Mother.

Mr. Yates,

you've been put
through a lot of trouble.

If you still want
the cattle... No, no.

Deal's off.

Thanks.

Sir Richard thought that all
the friends who looked up to him

because he was an
English gentleman

would be disappointed
if he married an Indian.

He wanted to
spare their feelings.

The pity about is that...

all these years everybody knew.

(Western theme playing)

(sighs)

Hi, Wish. Did
you buy the cattle?

Well, yeah, I, uh...

Well, no.

Here's the money back.

Well, you see, uh, uh,

the beeves, they
were for a herd,

and it was gonna
take Winch a year or so

to get 'em together,
and Laura, she was...

Well, there's a lot of other
ranches north of here, anyway.

I guess there are.

Well, next time we're
gonna send Pete.

You see, people, they're...

Well, beeves are a lot
easier to get along with.

I wouldn't be surprised
what you're right.

All right, head 'em
up and move 'em out!

Giddyup.

♪ 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)