All language subtitles for Rawhide - 3X29 - Incident Of The Night On The Town

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, 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!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Well, now, he appears
to be in a mighty big hurry.

I ain't sure if it's
he or his horse.

Well, I've seen better riders.

You know, I've been
reading this book here.

Have you now?

It was written by this fella.

Happens all the time.

Now, this one's called, uh,

Self-Help or How
to Rise in the World.

Kinda interesting.

Seems like some
people don't need a book.

Mr. Wishbone.

What is it about this country

makes you wanna talk so much?

Well, you always said I
was the worst horse rider

you ever seen.

I said it, it was so.

Yeah, well, look there.

Whoa, whoa!

Well, I was a liar.

Boss.

I see him.

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa.

Trail's fine for
the next 30 miles.

There's plenty of
water and grass.

Good.

Whoa, whoa.

Think somebody oughta help him?

Nothing's gonna help him.

You might embarrass
him if you tried.

Yeah, you know what,

I was just reading in here about
pride and how important it is.

Now, no fellow with pride

would want us to see him
handling his horse like that.

He's really in trouble.

How do you do, sir?

Oh, I'm fine.

Hyah, hyah!

My horse seems
to be a little upset.

Yeah, a little.

Oh, don't worry about him.

They'll pick him up.

All right.

Is he hurt? All right, mister?

Blast! Thank you.

Very unreliable animals, horses.

Does depend a little
on who's riding them.

Ah, by the way, I'm Lewis Lewis.

Huh?

I don't stutter,

first and last name's the same.

Uncommon,

but neater in many ways.

I'm Gil Favor.

How do you do?

May I express my gratitude
for your assistance, Mr. Favor?

Glad to be of help.

And I admire you for it.

That's for you.

Just 'cause I yanked
you off that horse?

Ha-ha! Hardly.

Please, take it.

That's merely summons
for you appearance

before Judge Aikens
tomorrow morning at 10:00,

Court house, Bentley, Texas.

Glad to have met you.

Hey, wait... Wait a
minute. What's the charge?

That's a very good question.

I ain't heard the answer.

You will.

Plaintiff has been
very thorough.

Here you go.

Ungh! Thank you.

Hey, are, uh, you the plaintiff?

Good heavens, no,

I know too much to get
involved in the lawsuit.

Oh, yes.

A little late, but in
time nevertheless.

Sheriff's deputies, Mr. Favor,

they'll be staying with
your herd for a while.

What for?

To make sure it isn't
moved until the trial is over

and a decision is rendered.
Whose idea was that?

The plaintiff's
lawyer, a good man.

And who's he?

I am.

Well, see you in court.

Little squirt.

You should've let
him break his neck.

And I hope you
two are satisfied.

Why? You helped him, didn't you?

Better let me have
a look at that paper.

What do you
wanna look at it for?

Well, my brother's
had a lot of experience

in legal matters at
one time or another.

Well, you ain't your brother.

I'm pretty close related to him.

You know anything
about that, boss?

Look, we got six
hours of daylight, boss.

We gotta get this herd moving.

We also got a couple of
deputies to see that we don't.

And I don't want
any trouble from 'em.

You won't have
any trouble from me,

I've been reading this book
on how to control my temper.

Well, just so you
don't lose your place,

you'd better go into town
with me tomorrow morning.

You worried about it?

I got no reason to
worry about the law.

I don't like the way
that lawyer looks at it.

Oh, morning, judge.

Tell 'em to stand up.

Ain't got a chance, judge.

Do as I say.

Judge Aikens in the
court, please stand up.

What'd I tell you?

You may ask 'em to be seated.

Take your seats.

Uh, the first case
on the calendar

is North against Favor.

Is the defendant present?

I'm here.

Take the stand.

Raise your right hand.

Solemnly swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

Yeah, I do.

Would you mind
sitting somewhere else?

Sure, I mind.

Nobody's gonna
ask you twice, friend.

Forget it, Jim.

Carol? Sit over here.

Rance, would you
really have shot them?

Of course he would.

Carol, sit down next to me.

Philip, over there
next to Carol, please.

Rance.

Good morning, Mrs. North.

Good morning, Lewis.

Good morning, Mrs. North.

Who is that man?

The defendant.

Go ahead, Lewis.

You may be seated, Mr. Favor.

May I get the lady's
permission too?

Mr. Favor,

you were summoned here

to answer a very serious charge.

The said charge being

that you are in possession
of stolen property,

consisting of 750 head of cattle

belonging to the plaintiff.

Now, the plaintiff seeks
the return of her property.

And she furthermore asks damages
for time and money expended

for bringing this
case before the court.

Finally, the plaintiff asks

that the court order
the said stolen property

to be returned to
the point of origin.

Are you prepared to
answer these charges?

I can account for every
head of cattle in my herd.

It's not quite as simple
as that, Mr. Favor.

May I proceed, Your Honor?

Please do.

Mr. Favor,

what is your occupation?

Trail boss.

You're engaged in
that occupation now?

No, I'm wasting my
time in a courtroom.

Your answer was not
responsive, Mr. Favor.

What was it?

Dangerously near
contempt of court.

Look, Your Honor, I'm sorry,

but I got 3,000 head
of cattle outside of town,

and they've been there
since yesterday noon.

Uh, do you own
those cattle, Mr. Favor?

No.

Who does own them?

Thirty-odd ranchers,
down around San Antone.

Uh, in order to save time,

I will stipulate that
2,250 of those cattle

were legally turned
over to Mr. Favor,

by their legal owners,

and that you are in
legal possession of them.

Not 2,250, Mr. Lewis, 3,000.

Do you have written contracts

with those ranchers who
turned their cattle over to you

to be led to Sedalia?

No.

Why not?

Half of 'em can't write.

You do have a
list of the ranchers

and the number of cattle
they turned over to you,

do you not?

I have.

Good, then you can
answer this question:

Does the name Wesley
Adams appear on that list?

It does.

How many cattle did
Mr. Adams turn over to you?

Seven hundred and fifty.

I see.

Would it surprise you to learn

that Mr. Adams was not the
legal owner of those cattle,

but that Mrs. North, the
plaintiff in this case, is?

It would.

I wonder.

Why do these ranchers trust
you with their cattle, Mr. Favor?

Because they know I'm
an experienced trail hand.

On what basis do you trust them?

I'm not sure I
understand the question.

Oh, I mean, how do
you know that these men

actually own the cattle
that they bring to you?

Look, Your Honor, those
men entrust me with their cattle

for six months or more
before they get their money.

They're willing to
trust me that far,

I'm willing to go
just as far with them.

Then you do not demand
proof of ownership from them?

No, no trail boss does.

In that case, you have
no real reason for believing

that Mr. Adams was in fact
the legal owner of the cattle

he turned over to you, do you?

I got no reasons
for not believing it.

We will attempt to
remedy that deficiency

in your knowledge, Mr. Favor.

Is Mr. Rance in the courtroom?

I am.

Will you kindly come
forward to testify, Mr. Rance?

You're excused, Mr. Favor.

Raise your right hand.

Solemnly swear to tell
the truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I do.

Kindly be seated, Mr. Rance.

Mr. Rance, what is your
relationship to the plaintiff

in this case?

Uh, I withdraw the question.

Are you employed by Mrs. North?

I am.

Uh, acting in that capacity,

did you make a
trip to San Antonio?

I did.

For what purpose?

I was looking for Wesley
Adams and 750 head of cattle.

The 750 head of
cattle that you refer to

belong to Mrs. North.

In fact, they represent
the annual shipment of beef

that Mrs. North makes
to the military authorities

in Fort Serito in the
southern part of this state?

Yeah.

And Mr. Wesley Adams' job

was to deliver the cattle
to the military authorities.

It was.

Did Mr. Adams
carry out his orders?

No.

What did Mr. Adams do
with the 750 head of cattle

belonging to Mrs. North?

He turned them over to a
trail boss, name of Favor.

I have here a signed statement

by one Wesley Adams

admitting the theft
of Mrs. North's cattle

and of the illegal
consignment to Mr. Favor,

witnessed and notarized,
as you will observe.

It certainly is.

Your Honor,

I'd like to ask some questions.

Proceed, Mr. Favor.

When did you go
down to San Antone?

Two or three months ago.

And when did you break
the news to Mrs. North

that her cattle
were with my herd?

Two or three months ago.

Why wasn't this
case brought up then?

It was inconvenient
for the plaintiff

to travel to San Antonio
in order to testify the trial,

Mr. Favor.

"Inconvenient"?

You could've picked up
those cattle then and there

instead of letting us go
to all the time and trouble

of taking them
this far up the trail.

Uh, the plaintiff is not a
witness in this case, Mr. Favor.

Your Honor, it'd take most of
my men to bring those cattle back.

And I'd lose the rest
of my herd for sure.

We're concerned here
only with your possession

of stolen property, Mr. Favor.

You brought Adams' statement.

Why didn't you bring Adams?

After he signed the
statement, he died.

Of what?

Uh, the question is
not relevant, Mr. Favor.

You're excused, Mr. Rance.

Thank you.

I should like to
recall Mr. Favor

for further questioning, please.

I'm a bit hungry.

Mr. Lewis, come here please.

We found it very entertaining.

But I'm afraid we've had
enough for the afternoon.

My stepdaughter's
a little tired.

Oh, of course.

Your Honor,

may I request a recess
until tomorrow morning?

Look, Your Honor,
I've got a herd to move.

This court is adjourned
until 10:30 tomorrow morning.

Thanks, Lewis.

I'm sorry about the
delay, Mr. Favor.

I was going rather well there
at the end, though, wasn't I?

I hope you don't
expect me to appreciate

your little performance.

Heh, I suppose not.

I really am sorry about
holding you up, though.

I'll prove it to you.

Let me buy you and
your friend a drink.

No, thanks.

I wish you wouldn't consider
me your enemy, Mr. Favor.

Believe me, I'm not.

Now, you're a trail boss.

Do you consider yourself
an enemy of the cattle

you're bringing north
to be slaughtered?

I'd be happier if you'd
phrase that a little differently.

All right, let's have a drink.

Give me one moment.

Hey, I'm not
particularly thirsty, uh...

Think I'll...

Oh, take care of yourself.
Get something I like to do.

Youth is a wonderful thing.

I'm glad I'm rid of
it. Much more restful.

Have another, Mr. Favor.

Alcohol is a poison.

But it does take the
sting out of defeat.

In case you're referring to me,

the trial ain't quite
over yet, Mr. Lewis.

Only in the literal
sense, I'm afraid.

At this point, you might as well

try to melt an
iceberg with a match.

I may make it
harder than you think.

Ha-ha! It might be interesting
if you could, Mr. Favor.

Lawyer like myself looks
forward to a challenging case,

even if only for the exercise.

I'm willing to take the
cattle back north with us.

When I sell the herd,
I'll send her the money.

Your suggestion, while
made in good faith,

shows a lamentable lack of
knowledge of the law, Mr. Favor.

Plus a complete
misunderstanding of Mrs. North.

Legally, you haven't
any right whatsoever

to offer such a compromise.

Actually, Mrs.
North finds the trial

much too exciting
ever to accept.

You mean to tell
me she's doing this

for the excitement
of it? Oh, partly.

I know it isn't
unusual for a woman,

but then, nothing about
Mrs. North is usual.

I don't mean that to
be entirely unfavorable.

Fact is, if you weren't on
the other side of the fence,

you'd probably find
her as fascinating

as some of the other
men do around here.

I got two little daughters

that know better than
to play games like that.

Somebody oughta
take a paddle to her.

Don't think it
would do any good.

Not at this point.

Might be less than prudent
with Mr. Rance around.

Since Mrs. North's husband died,

she's been searching
for something or other.

Entertainment.

Rough diamonds to polish.

Mr. Rance is not a
diamond, rough or otherwise.

Paced.

And tawdry paced at
that, and dangerous.

Another.

What in the world made you
think that I'd listen to you, Mr...?

Yates, uh, Rowdy Yates, ma'am.

Yes, of course,
you did mention it.

Well, you see, I
thought that if, uh,

I came here and
told you personally

how much losing this herd
means to Mr. Favor and all...

Your boots are filthy.

Oh, yeah.

Well, trail droving

ain't exactly the
cleanest profession.

Obviously.

You're a very attractive
man, Mr. Yates.

Thank you.

Unwashed, but very attractive.

Did you seriously think I'd
go swooning into your arms?

N... No, ma'am.

I appreciate your
loyalty to your employer.

But I resent your opinion of me.

Ma'am, I ain't got
no opinion of you.

You will have soon.

Goodbye, Mr. Yates.

Your case represents one
of those fascinating examples

of the contradiction
between law and justice

and our jurisprudence,
Mr. Favor.

It does.

It does indeed.

Justice is on your side.

The law is on Mrs. North's side.

The result: a
triumph of the law.

And the defeat of justice.

Where you been?

Oh, I went and
saw that Mrs. North.

You starting to look for
another job pretty quick?

I ain't looking for another job,

just thought that maybe I could

talk her out of
the suit, that's all.

And did you?

She threw me out.

Have a drink.

Bartender? Another glass.

Your idea was not a
bad one, Mr. Yates.

Unfortunately, though,

the wrong man went.

And who'd be the right man?

Mrs. North is a mature
woman, Mr. Favor.

She might listen to
a man like yourself.

Hoo! She sure
didn't in the court.

Precisely. That was
in the courtroom.

You were just another drover.

Have you ever worn
evening clothes, Mr. Favor?

Splendid.

I advise you to acquire
some right away.

Whoa, wait a minute.

No, no. No, you'd be
quite in keeping in them

in the Palace Hotel.

What's the Palace Hotel
got to do with anything?

The Palace Hotel
is the pride and joy

of the Town of Bentley
and the County of Bentley.

It caters to the wealthy
ranchers for miles around.

Outside, just another
western hovel.

Inside, positively luxurious,

luxurious.

And terribly formal.

The Town of Bentley
doesn't rate a place like that,

but Mrs. North wanted it,

and she didn't stop until she
got exactly what she wanted.

No place like it for
hundreds of miles around.

And, by the way, they cater to

and will outfit gentlemen
who can afford to stop there.

Looks like I can't afford
not to stop there, hm?

Tell the boys we'll, uh,

lay over here for
a couple of days.

Uh...

Remember one thing.

Mrs. North wants to be a lady.

A gentleman would
make it easy for her.

Good day, madam.

Good afternoon, sir.

What can I do for you?

Rent me a room.

Uh, that would
be $10 a day, sir.

Ten dollars a day?

Oh, I'm afraid so, sir.

Uh, probably you would prefer
some other establishment.

Certainly would.

Doesn't seem I've got
much choice, though.

I beg your pardon, sir?

Only $10 a day.

How do you ever
keep the riffraff out?

Oh, I'll need some
evening clothes.

Oh, well,

we can furnish you
with a complete outfit, sir.

Uh, rent or purchase,
Mr., uh, Favor?

You trying to get me to
wear someone else's clothes?

Oh, of course not, sir.

Purchase it is.

I'll send a tailor up to
your room immediately.

Room 27 for Mr. Favor.

Dusty.

I admire the decoration.

You've done yourself
proud, Mrs. North.

Thank you.

Oh, that should be fine, Alfred.

French wine.

Is there any other kind?

I've heard rumors. Ha-ha!

Oh, none for me, thank you.

Very good, Miss Carol.

You really oughta have
some wine, Miss Carol.

Your mother never orders
anything but the best.

She's not my mother.

Oh, stepmother.

My sister, anyway.

You always call me "Mother."

Does it annoy you?

Not especially.

I'm sure it doesn't,

Mother.

I drink wine.

And therefore, you won't.

My dress is barely respectable.

And yours is
appropriate for a nunnery.

Would you like to
see me enter one?

It really wouldn't be
much of a change for you.

A toast, ladies and gentlemen.

To the triumph of justice.

And the confounding
of cattle drovers.

Who is that man?

You saw him this morning.

Where? On the witness stand.

I looked at him, now
that you mention it,

but I really didn't
see him, did I?

Would you like a closer look?

We don't want him here.

Have some more wine, Rance.

It's really very fine wine.

You should taste it
before you swallow it.

Will you join our party?

Uh, your idea, Mr. Lewis?

Mrs. North's idea.

Well, it wouldn't be proper
to refuse a lady's invitation,

would it? Highly improper.

After you.

Alfred, another chair, please.

Rance, would you
sit next to Carol?

I'm sure you won't mind, Rance.

Mrs. North, Mr. Favor.

How do you do? Miss Carol.

Brewster, Mrs. North's
brother, Mr. Rance.

Won't you sit down, Mr. Favor?

Thank you.

Will you have some
wine, Mr. Favor?

Thank you.

French wine.

Is there any other kind?

Alfred, the menus, please.

You sure Mr. Favor's
staying at this hotel?

Yeah, this is where he said.

Well, there's no sense
standing around arguing

is he is or is he isn't.

Let's go see.

Haven't you ever seen the inside

of a hotel before?
Nothing like this.

I thought it was just
a plain, ordinary hotel,

but look in there. Fancy enough
for the King and Queen of Texas.

If Texas had a king and queen.

Boy, I never saw
Texans stepping like that.

I'd hardly believed it if I
hadn't seen it for myself.

Wonder what
happened to the boss.

You're looking right at him.

Well, there is a
slight resemblance.

When I'd left him,
he'd had a few drinks.

I don't care if he's
had a few bottles.

Heh-heh! I sure would
like to see him herding cattle

in an outfit like that.

It was a lovely
dance, Mr. Favor. Yes.

Mrs. North?

Try Carol.

Miss Carol?

May I have the
pleasure of this dance?

Your sister and Favor make a
handsome couple, don't they?

I like him better than Rance.

So perhaps does she.

Do you like my
family, Mr. Favor?

Well, I don't really know them.

My brother's very nice.

He's not terribly bright,

but he's completely
devoted to me.

It's not the kind of devotion
you have to deserve,

fortunately.

I think he'd even kill for me.

Oh? You need that
done for you often?

I don't like Rance at all.

Somebody ought
to get rid of him.

He's not good for Meg.

Preferably someone
braver than I.

Let's kill him.

What an unpleasant thought

in the midst of all
these festivities.

The dance won't last forever.

Neither, shall we
hope, will Rance.

Do you come to dances often?

No, I'm afraid not.

Doesn't your wife approve?

She's dead.

I'm sorry.

But I... I did have to know.

It's getting... Getting
a bit hot in here.

Shall we go outside?

Rance. She's not the only
woman in the whole world.

It was a mistake, sending
that boy to me this morning.

No. I didn't send him.

Come to the ranch
with us tomorrow.

I'm due to appear
in court tomorrow.

The trial's been postponed.

The judge know
that? Lewis'll tell him.

Means more delay before
we can get our herd moving.

Do you have any
choice, Mr. Favor?

You have?

Well, I... I can't
make up my mind.

You've been so persuasive.

I haven't asked
you for anything.

That's what's so difficult.

Is that what you came for?

No.

I was wondering.

Will you come to
the ranch tomorrow?

Hey, boss.

We didn't see you kiss her.

No, we just got here.

You know that keg of whiskey
we keep for emergencies?

Well, those two deputies
are now so drunk,

they won't even have a
hangover until next week.

By that time, we'll have our
herd plumb into the next county.

No deputies to
worry about there.

Not till the lawsuit's settled.

Since when did you get such
an abiding admiration for the law?

This won't be the last time
we'll be running through Texas.

I don't want the law
camping on our trail

every time we do.

Well, we might as well go back
and sober up them deputies.

You'd better.

Maybe I oughta
hang around a while.

Hm.

Anyway, you're a
real good dancer.

Why, thank you.

Did you enjoy the dance, Carol?

Did you? Of course.

Good night, Mother.
Mr. Favor. Good night.

Good night. Good night.
Good night. Mr. Favor.

Good night, Miss Carol.

Thank you, Mr. Lewis.

It was a lovely day
and a lovely dance.

What's the matter? Don't
you think so, Mr. Favor?

Good night, Mrs. North.

You will come to
the ranch tomorrow?

Mm-hm.

Rance.

My reputation.

Don't treat me
like a hired hand.

Not when we're
alone. Have I ever?

That trail boss... Oh,
don't worry about him.

I never worry about anything
I can put a bullet through.

Rance, you know why I treat
you like a hired hand in public?

Because you are a hired hand.

You're not telling me
anything I didn't already know.

Take the herd to Sedalia.

Sell it and keep half the money.

Heh. How do you know I
won't keep all the money?

'Cause I'll send
my big brother along

to see that you don't.

That's a good idea.

I will send Brewster
along to help you out.

After you sell the
herd, come back.

Not as a hired hand,

but as a man with
money in his own right.

And then ask me to marry you.

That herd doesn't belong to me.

I'll sign half of it
over to you right now.

It doesn't belong to you either.

It will tomorrow. I'm buying it.

If Favor will sell it.

He has no choice. And
I'm keeping him here.

Why?

You're a match
for any man alive.

But 20 drovers is too many
for even you to face down.

Especially if their
own trail boss is along.

They'd... Oh, Rance, I
want you to come back.

I haven't finished writing.

It can wait.

Why pick me?

I, um, asked you, Mrs. North.

Why pick me to run your ranch?

It's so difficult to
get anything beautiful

to grow out here.

I try.

Why you, Mr. Favor?

Do you want me to flatter you?

The truth would do.

I have to get someone to
replace Rance. He's leaving.

Mm? Does he know that?

He knows.

I found another job
for him: trail boss.

You're sending the herd north?

Yes. The one you're selling me.

Now, if the court
case goes through,

and they order you to return
my cattle to San Antone,

you're going to lose
the herd anyway.

Shouldn't we wait until
the case is settled in court?

But you'll lose not
only your money

but the money of all those
people who trusted you.

Would you ever be able
to make it up to them?

You know the answer to that.

Sell me the herd.

At Sedalia prices.
I'll pay you in cash.

And you'll be able
to return the money

to all those poor ranchers
who believed in you.

You're sure taking
the long way around

to find yourself a new foreman.

How long does it take
to get a herd to Sedalia?

From here? Two months.

Two months.

Then Rance'll be coming back.

I'm afraid of him, Mr. Favor.

You've got nothing
to be afraid of.

You own the law in
Bentley. You've proved that.

You don't think Rance would
let the law stop him, do you?

Please, stay here with me.

Be here with me
when he gets back.

I want to have a
chance to be free of him.

Please.

We're ready to ride, Meg.

If Mr. Favor's made up his mind.

Not doing much talking, is he?

Two months.

Be careful.

Now, you know
what to do, Philip.

Heh-heh! Make sure Rance
doesn't run away with all the money.

That was a joke.

Don't worry, I'll keep
the drovers off his back.

Two months.

Be careful.

Well, aren't you
finished? I'm finished.

That guy in the black is
gonna be the trail boss?

He's the owner's
legal representative.

Yeah, but trail boss?

You can quit if you want to.

Like you did, huh?

He's giving you a big choice.

We're giving him
more of a choice.

We can run or fight. Now,
what are we gonna do?

The herd is sold.

Nothing to fight about.

Yeah, all packed, Mr. Favor.

Good. You'll all be doing
the same job for the same pay.

One trail boss to
the other. So long.

Only trouble with Rowdy
is he just don't have

very close connection between
his brains and his mouth.

I don't blame him. Oh,
I'm not apologizing for him.

I feel the same way.

Only thing is, I know you
didn't have any choice.

You've got all those little
ranchers to think about.

Well, being a drover's

no life for any
sensible man anyway.

You're always either
freezing or baking.

Either that, or you've
got saddle sores.

If you haven't got saddle sores,
it's only 'cause you broke a leg

and haven't been
able to sit on your...

Yeah.

Bye, Wish.

It's time you drovers
started earning your pay.

Get the herd moving.

You won't need that.

Not yet.

I got something I
wanna show you.

I brought your horse.

Overheard a couple of the
night guards making plans.

What kind of plans?

They don't want either one
of us to reach Sedalia alive.

They're right
down in that gulley.

Mr. Favor.

Payment in full, Mr. Favor.

With Mrs. North's compliments.

Speaking of the
lady, she's late.

I'll miss my coach
if she doesn't hurry.

There's no reason to
look so grim, Mr. Favor.

The prospect is very
pleasing, I should say.

You and Mrs. North
riding all the way together

to San Antonio.

You to give your
ranchers their money

much sooner than
they'd hoped for,

she to arrange matters
with the military in Fort Serito.

So many hours, so many
miles for the pair of you together.

You'll miss your coach.

Yes, of course.

Trail boss is supposed to
be with his herd, ain't he?

Not a trail boss anymore.

Discharged.

By who?

Brewster.

Mrs. North's big
brother, Brewster.

He have the authority?

Had a gun. Used it.

Once.

Never use it again.

Big brother's dead.

Had a gun.

He... tried to shoot
me in the back.

Too slow. He was
too slow, that's all.

You got a gun too, Favor.

He may have been slow,

but he was fast enough
to get a good piece of you.

I said, you got a gun too.

Oh, not being a gunslinger.

I wouldn't have had a
chance with you before.

Right now, I'm afraid you
haven't got a chance against me.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe so.

I got no fight against
you, anyways.

Never did have.

It's her.

Listen to me.

Nobody's ever
told her what she is.

Not Adams. I know, I...

I gunned him down
before he had the chance.

Not Brewster, 'cause
he died too quick,

too far away from here.

He died 'cause he... He
was sent out by her to kill me.

Let me tell her what she is.

Let me tell her what she is.

All right.

Take care of Carol and see
that everything is all right.

My coach will follow
along after you.

Don't worry about the
house. I'll take care of it.

Good, Carol.

Rance. Rance.

Hired hand Rance.

Where's Philip?

Face-down in the dirt
where you sent him.

Rance. There's
blood on your hand.

Mine. Everything's
gone wrong, Rance.

I... I'll make it right.

We'll be back the way
we used to be, I promise.

Yeah. Promise me.

Such... Such a lovely dance,

Mr. Favor.

Such a love...

Mr. Favor, please.

Take me away
from here. All right.

I'll take you east with me.

But... why? Why you, Mr. Lewis?

Your father was my best friend.

And I loved her.

I knew the score.

Nevertheless...

You better get back
to your herd, Mr. Favor.

Uh... the check first, please.

I'll write to you in Sedalia

and tell you where to send the
money for Miss Carol's cattle.

Sure.

And I heard such a
wonderful case against you.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Oh, Brewster was shot.

And this fellow Rance rode
off. Why aren't you with the herd?

You're supposed
to be ramrodding.

Well, I ain't ramrod. You don't
even own the herd anymore.

It's my herd, and
until I fire you,

which may be any minute,

you're ramrodding.

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 ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

Hyah!