All language subtitles for Rawhide - 3X09 - Incident Of The Captive.eng

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 )

( mellow theme playing )

MUSHY ( voice-over ):
I always thought a trail drive
would be

an exciting life
full of adventures.

Well, maybe it will be
when I'm a real drover.

But right now, I don't seem
to be too important.

All my adventures are peeling
potatoes and carrying water

or washing pots and pans

and itching Mr. Wishbone's
back when it scratches.

Well, I'm the cook's louse
for Mr. Favor's trail drive.

The men call me Mushy because--

Well, I guess maybe
because it's my name.

Mushy!

Mushy!

ROWDY:
All right, you jaspers,
here's the mail.

PETE: Yay, mail! Come on.
ROWDY: Get the-- Wait a minute.

SCARLET:
I gots a letter.
Come on, Rowdy, let me have it.

ROWDY: Get away from me.
PETE: Give us the mail.

ROWDY:
You're acting like a bunch
of animals.

Just once.

Just once what?

Just once, I wish I'd get
a letter, Mr. Wishbone.

Oh, what would you do
with a letter?

Mr. Favor.

He isn't making
that much of a mailman.

Favor.

Mr. Favor.

Scarlet.

Eh, Scarlet.

Charles.

( sighs )

Ah.
W-Wait a minute, will you?

What are you doing?
Noticed you've opened yours.

I'll get you one.

About time.

"Mr. H. Mushgrove

"the Third,

Sedalia Trail?"

Mushgrove?

That must be Mushy.

Hey, Mushy,
you got a letter.

( lighthearted theme playing )

Well, come on,
don't you want it?

MUSHY:
Like Mr. Wishbone says,
you mighty well tell I want it,

Mr. Rowdy. Thank you.
Now, how about that?

I waited in town two days
to get this mail,

and Mushy's the only one
who bothered to thank me.

Ain't nothing to be
ashamed of, boy.

Lots of people can't read.

Would you read it for me
Mr. Wishbone?

"Dear Harkness."

Harkness Mushgrove?

"After all these months,
I finally found out

"what you were doing.
I suppose it is normal

"for boys to run away
from their family

"at least once in their lives.
But what kind of a boy is it

who joins a cattle drive?"

Uh, "At any rate, I love you
and forgive you

"and I am taking a stage
to Owen's Mills

"so that when you reach there,
I will be ready

"to take you away
from all of those nasty cows

and bring you home.
Love, Mother."

Uh, I ain't through yet.

"P.S.: If I don't find you
at Owen's Mills,

I'll keep right on
until I catch up with you."

What's a P.S.,
Mr. Wishbone?

Oh, well, it's uh,

something you gotta mind,
like your Ps and Qs.

Ps and Qs? Uh, what do I
do with them now?

Well, you got nothing
to worry about.

We was at Owen's Mills
a month ago

and your mother
wasn't there.

Well, you heard
my ma's P.S.

She'll find me if she has
to walk all the way.

Well, I guess some boys

just shouldn't leave
their mamas, Mushy.

Or some mamas shouldn't
leave their boys.

FAVOR:
All right, you've got
other things to do.

All of you.
If you've finished eating,

get out and relieve
the noon hawks.

Would you give me
a chance to prove

I can handle the steers,
Mr. Favor?

How many times have you
asked that, Mushy?

This time it means a lot,
Mr. Favor.

Your mother?

MUSHY:
Yes, sir.

You wanna work full time
at driving cattle, huh?

You won't regret it, Mr. Favor.

I think.

You're really sure?

Yes, sir.

Well, I'll see if Wishbone
can do without you

for a little while.

Wishbone?

WISHBONE:
Yeah?

Think you could do
without Mushy for a while?

Mr. Favor, do you think
I could do

without a wart on the end
of my nose? Why?

Well, he wants to try his hand
at driving cattle.

Well, get himself killed.

If that's what he wants,
I can work him to death.

Then you'd have to do without
him anyway, wouldn't you?

All right, go on,
get yourself killed.

I can get more done without you.
Thank you, Mr. Wishbone.

But somebody's gotta help me
with them dishes.

The men will all
take turns.

All right.

SCARLET:
Hey, Mushy. Is Mama's Boy
planning on riding out

to see his mommy?

FAVOR:
Scarlet.

Yeah, boss.

Mushy's gonna try his hand
at droving.

And you're the one
that's gonna stay with him

till he gets
the hang of it.

And see that he
doesn't get hurt.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes.

Yes, sir.

( peaceful theme playing )

I don't know about the rest
of you, but I'm dying to see

if what hatched Mushy
is really human.

Don't think maybe Mushy's ma
has two heads, huh, Wish?

Probably has.
Must have scared old Mushy

plumb stiff
when he was a baby.

I can see her now,
come riding into camp,

shoot old Mushy out
with a shotgun.

ROWDY:
Yeah, you mean
an apron string, don't you?

I'll bet she weighs 200 pounds
and is as old as Methuselah.

( lyrical theme playing )

Should be in Clarington tonight.

Oh, I can hardly wait
to see my boy.

It's been a long time

I wonder if he'll recognize me.

Ah, Grandma, you know you've
always looked 75 years old.

I hope he got my letter

or he wouldn't know
I'm coming.

Such a wonderful boy.
I wish he hadn't left home.

We used to have
such wonderful times together.

Playing tiddlywinks?

You've been awfully quiet,
Mrs. Mushgrove.

Have I?
Ah, that's just because

you ain't given nobody else
a chance to talk, Grandma.

The lady's name
is Mrs. Laker, young man.

And I suggest you show her
the proper respect,

or else.

Or else what?

I personally
shall slap your face.

You?

( laughs )

( laughs )

Would you like another,
or else?

I was only joking.

Mrs. Laker, she knows I was only
joking, don't you, ma'am?

I bet your son
would beat the daylights

out of him too,
wouldn't he?

I doubt it.

Better not try it.

If he'd slap my face,
he'd be a dead man.

He'd be another notch
on my gun.

All it takes to make
a notch on a gun

is a sharp knife.

Eighteen men
and 18 boot hills

can testify
to my notches.

We'll ask 'em.

( dramatic theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

All right,
throw down your guns.

Well, I never thought
I'd see a holdup

let alone
be part of one.

Well, aren't you going
to save us, tough man?

All right, thrown your guns out
and come on out after them.

( gun cocks )

All right, didn't you
hear what I said?

I can't move.

I got
a busted leg.

( grunts )

Let's have your purses,
ladies.

Get up.
Come on, get up.

Give me yours.

Hey,
that looks like gold.

That's my son's picture.
I forbid you to touch it.

Why, you--

You take your hands
off me.

( grunting )

( grunts )

( gunshot )

( dramatic theme playing )

( gunshot )

( gunfire )

DRIVER:
We were supposed to ride tandem,
keeping an eye on each other.

Taking on your overflow stuck us
with the heaviest load.

We couldn't go any faster.

Thought for a minute
Mrs. Mushgrove had 'em stalled.

Handled herself
mighty brave.

Did everything but bite
one of them.

Might not have been too smart.

How far are you going,
Mrs. Mushgrove?

Well, I'm trying
to catch up with my son,

who's on a cattle drive
somewhere around here.

Your son
on a cattle drive?

Yes, I missed him at Owen Mills,
but I thought maybe

if I got to Clarington,
I could look for him from there.

On the hill back there,
I saw a lot of dust up ahead.

Could have been
your son's cattle drive.

Good. Then I can
get to him from here.

Now, there must be a ranch house
or a farm somewhere near here.

Would you please take me there
so that I can rent a buggy?

Oh, well--
Well, I have my route,

and the stage company
has their rules.

And what's its rule

about protecting passengers
in holdups?

Uh, well, the sheriff
will need you

to help identify the men.

You mean the sheriff
won't take your word for it,

if he ever
catches them?

Now, do you take me,

or do I walk?

All right, we'll take you.

Good for you.

Go ahead.
I'll follow.

( mellow theme playing )

( metal clangs )

DRIVER:
Hey.

( ominous theme playing )

What are we
stopping here for?

We gotta find that woman.

What for?

If she identifies you,

the law is gonna find us.

You're gonna kill her?

Unless you wanna marry her.

Yeah, what for?

Maybe we just ought to kill you.

That way we won't have to worry
about you being recognized.

Right, Crown?

We're going to Clarington
to pick up that woman.

( trumpet theme playing )

( cattle lowing )

( cattle lowing )

You're getting it,
Mushy.

Thanks to you,
Mr. Scarlet.

( cattle lowing )

FAVOR:
How's it going, Mushy?

Well, just fine,
Mr. Favor.

Good. We'll be making
night camp here.

You better come on in.

I'd like to stay
a while longer.

The more practice I get
before my ma comes

the better I'll look
in front of her.

Boss, I think he's ready
to try it alone.

Well, let's find out.

Don't forget
what I learned you.

( peaceful theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

Get up. Hey.

Hey, get up. Hey. Hey.

( moos )

Whoa.

Wait a minute, horse.

Stop.

Wait, whoa. Wait, whoa!

Whoa.

Where are you going, horse?

Stop.

Come on, horse.
Stop.

( horse whinnies )

MRS. MUSHGROVE:
Young man.

Who on earth taught you
to ride like that?

Harkness.

Hi, Ma.

Harkness.

Ah.

( Mushy grunts )

MRS. MUSHGROVE:
Come, I'll help you up.

I'll get your hat.

( group laughs )
Well, what happened after that?

Well, then he got up
in the saddle

and looked around,
just like he's a trail boss.

Hollers, "Head 'em up,
move 'em out."

( group laughs )

Just who is in charge here?

Gil Favor, ma'am.

Mr. Favor,

do you really think it wise

to send a boy
to do a man's work?

Apparently not.

You realize my son
might have been killed?

You mean, you're
his mother, ma'am?

Yes, sir, I am.

Were you really
so short-handed?

MUSHY:
Please, Mr. Favor,

tell her how mean
those steers can be.

Yeah, uh-- Could have happened
to any of us, ma'am.

Wishbone.

WISHBONE:
What's the matter
with my cook's louse?

He was unsaddled
trying to turn a steer.

I succeeded in stopping
his horse.

Your cook's what?

Oh, just a trail term, ma'am.

Quince, get me some
blankets and hot water.

Come on out of there.

Now, what's the matter with you?
I'm dizzy.

As if I didn't know.

Come on,
get him in here.

Now, lie down here
and let me take a look.

( Mushy grunts )

Well, you're just gonna
have to wait for supper.

This is gonna take
quite a lot of doctoring.

Is it serious?

Well, no, on second look, it's--

Most of the doctoring's
just gonna be scrubbing.

Uh, brain scrubbing, that is.

Well, I'll be very happy
to start the dinner.

Lady, you know
what you're getting into?

I think so, and I'm sure
all of these men

are as hungry as my boy is.

All right. We're having stew.

The makings are over there
at the chuck wagon.

Well, I'll get
right to work.

( fiddle theme playing )

Am I gonna be all right,
Mr. Wishbone?

Yeah,
I'm afraid so.

I don't even know if I can
stretch out this treatment

till your ma
finishes supper.

( humorous theme playing )

( trumpet theme playing )

( cattle lowing )

There.

Oh, I'll take that
for you.

Well, Harkness,
how do you feel now?

Oh, fine. It-- It was my head.
Nothing to worry about.

Good, then we can travel
tomorrow.

But Ma, I meant it.
I don't wanna go home.

Well, we won't have
any arguments about it.

You're just not ready
for a life like this.

That sure was good stew,
Mrs. Mushgrove.

( giggles )
Thank you, Mr. Nolan.

I call it ragu.
ROWDY: Ragu?

Ah, no wonder it's so good,
with a fancy name like that.

Hm.
What about it, Wishbone?

It is delicious,
Mrs. Mushgrove.

Oh, well, there's nothing
to fixing one meal.

Goodness, but I could never cook
for all these men every day

the way you do.

Uh, Mrs. Mushgrove,
I've been meaning to ask you

about your son, Harkness.

Now, it ain't any
of my business,

but he kind of takes
to this life,

and I think it would be better
if you'd leave Mushy with us.

( inhales )
Mushy?

Oh, uh, heh,

kind of a trail term, ma'am.

Uh, but it is part of his name,

kind of squeezed down a bit.

Well,

as a widow, I have to
decide things for myself,

and I think I know
what's best for my boy.

Maybe, if he wants to,
he can

try this again
when he's grown up.

Well, now, I've been meaning
to tell you about that too.

Now, Mushy takes an awful lot

of ribbing around here
without any complaining.

Now, that's a sign
of being grown up.

Yeah, Ma. I'm signed up
to finish the whole drive.

If I hadn't come along
this afternoon, you'd be dead,

signed up
or no signed up.

We are going home.

( somber theme playing )

Thanks, Mr. Wishbone,
for trying.

( humorous theme playing )

Mr. Quince, can I have
one of your cigars?

Huh?

Well, s-sure, Mushy.

Here, uh,
let me light it.

( coughs )

( coughs )

( expectorates )

Nothing like a good cigar
after dinner.

( coughs )

Harkness, when did you
take up smoking?

Well, drovers are great ones
for playing jokes on each other.

Probably sneak
some locoweed in this.

But which one of you?

Well, it was me.

Why you--

It's lucky for you
my ma is around.

I don't wanna bloody your nose
in front of her.

Nothing wrong with this.

It's real Virginia tobacco.

It's much too
strong for you.

Pack up your things, Harkness.
We're leaving

In the den of night?

That's right,
Mrs. Mushgrove.

This is certainly no time
to be starting off on a journey.

We could make you
real comfortable

in the supply wagon,
ma'am.

Well, that's very neighborly
of both of you.

Very well,
we can start at dawn.

And I'll go first to the farm
where I rented the buggy,

and then the stagecoach stop
can't be far from there.

Uh, well, then,
I'll get your blankets.

You're very kind.

Good night, everybody.

GROUP:
Goodnight. Night.

I'm afraid we're gonna be
needing a new cook's louse.

But it ain't any of you
wants the job, right?

Like Wishbone says, you can
mighty well tell we don't.

You see, Mr. Favor?
Ain't everybody

can put up
with Mr. Wishbone.

You're mighty well told.

Uh, please don't
let her take me.

What can I do?

I don't know.

Please don't let her take me.

I ain't never been happier than
I've been on this trail drive.

Well, the more I'm cussed at
and the more I'm laughed at,

the more I feel like I belong.

I wish there was something
we could do.

Maybe there is.

Maybe if something could happen
to her, I could save her.

What do you want us to do,
fight your mom, Mushy?

Oh, no. I don't want
any of you to get hurt.

But-- But if somebody she didn't
know could take her away,

I could save her,

and she'd be so thankful,

she'd let me do anything I want.

Wh-What do you mean? T-- Uh,
take her away against her will?

M-Might work.

Yeah, 'fraid I couldn't go along
with anything

that might be jeopardizing
Mrs. Mushgrove.

Don't worry about that,
Mr. Favor.

You shouldn't seen the way
she saved me this afternoon.

Oh, don't remind me
about that.

WISHBONE:
Mushy, I think you ought to be
with your mother.

MUSHY:
You ain't gonna stop
thinking about it?

( mouths )
No.

Hey, I think I got an idea.

Suppose we hired
a couple of fellows

and had one of them play
like he's the sheriff.

Then take her in
for questioning.

Questioning
for what?

Say this fellow,
where she got the buggy,

that he's accused
of renting stolen property

and she's gotta go
and identify him.

Or maybe they think that she
was working with him, see?

Yeah, and-- And they wouldn't
have to scare her any

u-until Mushy got there.
Then they'd pull off

their badges and say they're
holding her for ransom.

Maybe for, uh,
Mr. Favor's trail money.

And that-- That's gotta be
when Mushy comes in, huh?

How about that?
Tsk.

Look, we ride on Mushy all
the time, and he's willing to do

anything he can for us.
We ought to help him.

If you think it'll work,
and you make sure

that Mrs. Mushgrove don't
get hurt, go ahead.

Well, uh, don't expect her
to change her mind

after coming 600 miles
to get him.

Well, she might.

I'll go back there
where we watered the beeves

and hire
a couple of men.

Just make sure
that they don't come in

when everybody's sleeping.
Uh, well,

I'll have 'em come in
about daybreak

when Wishbone's
cooking coffee.

I'm sorry that you don't seem
very glad to see me,

especially since I traveled
over half the country

to try and find you.

Well, Mother, you don't--
You don't see Mr. Favor's mother

tracking halfway across
the country to hold his hand,

saying,
"Come on home, Sonny."

Well, now, Harkness,
Mr. Favor's a grown man.

No, the time will come when you
will thank me for this.

Really you will.

You'll realize it is
for your own good.

( whimsical theme playing )

Good night, son.

( kiss )

You go to bed too, now.

It's been quite a day
for both of us, hasn't it?

Good night.

( humorous theme playing )

( trumpet theme playing )

DRIVER:
Whoa.

( ominous theme playing )

MRS. LAKER:
Oh, hello, son.

Oh, my.

Oh, it's so nice
to see you.

Been a long time.

( group chattering )

That woman.

She wasn't on the stage.
What could've happened?

How it happened,
she got off somewhere else.

There you are.

Mrs. Laker.

Yes?
DRIVER: Come back for a minute.

The sheriff will wanna talk
to all of you folks.

Thanks, Mrs. Laker. I'll get
the sheriff right away.

( ominous theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )

( horses snort )

( woodwind theme playing )

I hired a couple of fellows.
Gave them five dollars apiece.

They're coming to take your ma.
They'll be here in an hour.

What do I do?
Well, they're taking her

to that old mining shaft
up in the hills there,

a couple of miles. Now, there's
a bunch of old mines up there,

but you can't miss this.

It's marked
the Zentner Mining Company.

I made this sketch,
so as you won't miss it.

Zentner.

Did you get big fellows
so it'll look good?

Big enough.

You gotta be convincing.

Oh, I'll be convincing,
Mr. Nolan.

All right.
After they leave,

you give them about 15 minutes,
then you follow 'em.

They're gonna tell her
that they're not lawmen,

just before
you get there.

What do I say?

Well, it don't matter
what you say,

just be strong.

Just bust in there
and say,

"Let go of my ma."

I told the smallest fellow

to jump you
and give you a fight.

You'll struggle for a while,
then he'll let you win.

Well, what about the other one?

Well, he's just gonna stand by

and keep an eye on your mother

so she doesn't run away.

Aren't I gonna fight him too?

Well, now,
let's don't overdo it.

After you knock the first one
out, pick up your gun,

and aim it at the other fellow.

and he'll act surprised
and drop his gun.

Gosh, Mr. Nolan,
I sure appreciate this.

Well, it's all right, Mushy.

You just get some rest and be
ready to mix it with them

in the morning, huh?

Okay.

( horse snorts )

( muted theme playing )

Get down, kid.

We ain't
at the herd, yet.

Well, we can find 3,000
head of cattle by ourselves.

Get down.

But that's what you
brought me along for.

No, we brought you along
to get you out of Clarington.

( gun cocks )

( gun cocks )

Oh, now, mister,
you got me wrong.

I'm on your side.

I'd like to throw in
with a bunch like you.

You would?

Please, mister,
you got me wrong.

I'd like to be
one of you guys.

I ain't never
gonna tell.

That's right.

I done everything
you asked me to do.

What can a man do
for you and live?

Not be in the wrong place
at the wrong time, kid.

( screams )

( body thuds )

( ominous theme playing )

The kid was right.
There she is.

There's only one old man
with her.

We could take her easy.

There's one old man

and some 20 drovers.

Yeah.

Wouldn't do us any good
to rush 'em, huh?

There are 20 drovers now.

They're gonna get up
in a little while.

They're gonna eat their
breakfast and they're going out

to take their spots
'round the herd.

Then it'll just be her
and the cook, and we, uh--

Yeah, that's right. Now, how did
you figure that out?

What you don't understand
is that Harkness is--

Well, he's different.

Oh, he's a good boy.
I don't mean that.

But he is slower than most.

I know many who are
full-grown at 17 or 18

but with Harkness

it'll take
until he's 30, likely.

( chuckles )

Would this be
Martha Mushgrove?

Why?
Well, we have to take her

to identify a man accused
of renting out stolen goods.

You Mrs. Mushgrove?

I am.

You, uh, rented a buggy
recently, didn't you?

I did.

Well, it was stolen.

Come with us,
Mrs. Mushgrove.

WISHBONE:
Here, now, sheriff.

Well, I know you got
a job to do,

but let's be a little more
friendly about it.

Mrs. Mushgrove
isn't any criminal.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Wishbone.

I feel certain you won't
let them take me.

Well, there isn't very much
I can do about it, ma'am.

Uh, he's the law.

Come on, Mrs. Mushgrove,
this ain't gonna take long.

Let's go.
Now, you treat her gentle,

and bring her
right back soon.

ROWDY:
Hey, good job, Wish.
I think it'll work.

Yeah, it was good
play-acting.

Well, I almost--
I'm still not liking this.

What? Ain't nothing
gonna happen to her.

It's all set, ain't it?
To go rescue my mother?

Wait, Mushy. You gotta wait till
they get you ma up to the mine.

Uh, Rowdy, I think by the time
he gets a horse saddled,

uh, it'll be time
for him to go.

Uh, thank you,
Mr. Nolan.

Thank you.
Thank you.

( sprightly theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

Drop your guns.

( grunts )
( horse whinnies )

You.

You think three of you
are enough for one woman,

this time?

Shut up.
Let's go.

( downbeat theme playing )

( grunts )
All right for me to go now?

You won't be needing
your apron, Mushy.

Oh.

Well. Oh, first mine
on the south, up in the hills.

That's right. Now, you remember
everything I told you.

Yeah, first mine on the south.

Uh, Zentner Mining Company.

That's right.

Good luck, Mushy.
Go get 'em.

Here I go.
PETE: All right.

( mellow theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( gun cocks )

( footsteps approach )

Mother.

( echo ):
Mother.

( echo ):
Mother.

( echo ):
Mother.

Mother.

( echo ):
Mother.

( echo ):
Mother.

( echo ):
Mother.

Where are you, mother?

( echo ):
Where are you, mother?

( echo ):
Where are you, mother?

( echo ):
Where are you, mother?

I guess she ain't here.

( echo ):
She ain't here.

( echo ):
She ain't here.

( lyrical theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( humorous theme playing )

Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

MUSHY:
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( mellow theme playing )

Who's in charge?
I am. Gil Favor.

I'm the sheriff from Farmington,
looking for Martha Mushgrove.

What for?

I want her to look
at some wanted posters.

Didn't she tell you she was
on a stage that got held up?

FAVOR: Nope.
She saw the face

of one of the men who did it.

Where is she?

Well, she'll be back
in a little while.

Well, you may as well have some
coffee while you're waiting.

( woodwind theme playing )

We'll hold up in here.
Get the horses inside.

Can you get off that
by yourself?

My dear sir,
I rode horses

before I was
old enough to ride.

Hi!

( dramatic theme playing )

( frenetic theme playing )

( Vince grunts )

MRS. MUSHGROVE:
You let me down.

VINCE:
Well, you're spunky,
ain't you?

( yells )
You're real spunky.

( Vince grunts )

( Vince grunting )

( Vince laughs )
( Mrs. Mushgrove yells )

VINCE:
Hey.

MRS. MUSHGROVE:
You haven't got an ounce

of gentleman in you.

You let me down.

You're hurting my hand.

Let me down, you--

Put me down.
You have no right--

This is no way
to treat a lady.

( muttering )

Sit down!
You-- You--

Sit down!

( exhales )

MRS. MUSHGROVE:
What are you waiting for?

Three men with guns
against one unarmed woman.

You planning to send
for reinforcements?

Who were those men?

Men who sooner or later
will catch up with you.

Lawmen.

They both wore badges,
that's true.

What did they want?

That's none
of your business.

Or maybe it is.

Taking quite a time for Mrs.
Mushgrove to show up, ain't it?

I hope she's safe.

What do you mean,
safe?

Well, it could be I ain't
the only one looking for her.

They might want to grab her
first and silence her.

Who's they?

( ominous theme playing )

Aren't-- Aren't those the men
you hired to help Mushy?

Yeah, it is.

( groans )

( clears throat )

PETE:
What happened?
Where is she?

What does it look like?
Help me with Sam.

A gun butt cracked him
on the skull

so hard
he can hardly see.

All we was supposed to do
was put up

a token fight against one boy.

Nobody said putting up a fight
against three men.

What three men?

The three that jumped us

right after we left here.

FAVOR:
What did they look like?

Wore masks.

When my head cleared,
they was gone and she was gone.

Looks like the men
you were after, sheriff,

already got to Mrs. Mushgrove.

Rowdy, take over.

( dramatic theme playing )

Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( echo ):
Let go of my ma!

( bassoon theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

This is where Mushy
was supposed to go.

No sign of his horse around.

Could have been driven off.

Mushy!

( echo ):
Mushy!

( echo ):
Mushy! Mushy!

Mushy's been in there,
all right.

There's no mistaking
about his footprints.

All right, we'll spread out
and comb these hills.

Quince, you try that one.

( trumpet theme playing )

( plodding theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( lighthearted theme playing )

MRS. MUSHGROVE:
Are you going
to bury me alive?

If you had a trace
of mercy in you,

you'd shoot me first
and let me die like a man.

VINCE:
Why, I'd never
shoot a woman.

That's noble of you.

Extremely noble.

( ominous theme playing )

( gun cocks )

MUSHY:
Let go of my ma.

Throw down your guns.

Don't try nothing.

ELLIS:
Ow.

It's-- I'm sorry.

Just stay right there.

Are you all right,
mother?

Yes, Harkness,
I'm just fine.

Look out.

( dramatic theme playing )

( grunts )

( gasps )
I'm getting tired.

( breathing heavily )

A-Ain't you forgetting
I'm supposed to win?

I dont know who you think I am
but I ain't.

( grunts )

( gun cocks )
That's it, boy.

Sure, uh, wish somebody
would tell me who, what and why.

They held up
the stagecoach.

( breathes deeply )

And they're after me
because I saw his face.

They aren't--?

You aren't--?

( whispers ):
Mr.-- Mr. Nolan, he--
He didn't promise you $5?

You held up
the stagecoach?

( creaking )

( body thuds )

VINCE:
Drag him in the back.

All right,
you're coming with me.

( grunts )

( men chuckle )

( upbeat theme playing )

( grunts )

Lay a hand on my mother?

I'll teach you
so you'll never forget.

( wood creaking )

Get away from that post, eh?
You wanna kill us all?

( tense theme playing )

MUSHY:
Throw down your guns
and I'll let it go.

He's bluffing. He wouldn't
bury his mother and himself.

You're forgetting, my ma and me,
we ain't got nothing to lose.

All right, kid.
I'm coming out with your mother.

( gasps )

( beam creaking )

Good for you, Harkness.

Give them a taste
of their own medicine.

I can't-- I can't hold it
much longer.

Throw down your guns.

Hold out, kid.
Don't let go.

( guns clatter )

Pick up the guns, Ma.

Show them gentlemen
out fast.

( beam creaking )

MRS. MUSHGROVE:
You heard what my son said.

Now you move.
All of you.

( tense theme playing )

( beam creaking )

( military fanfare playing )

Now what do we do with them, Ma?

We've done it, son.

( group chattering )

Gentlemen, I--
QUINCE: Mrs. Mushgrove, uh,

I'm sure Mushy proved himself
to be a pretty good man.

Well, even the sheriff said so,
when he took

those men back to jail.
He said it would

take quite a man
to handle those three.

That's right, Mrs. Mushgrove.
All the men

are awfully proud of the way
your son's handled himself.

Look, you gotta let him stay,
Mrs. Mushgrove.

I-I-I couldn't take this job
more than one day.

No offense, Mushy.

Well, y-you wouldn't want him
to break his word.

Now, he signed on in San Antonio
to finish the drive in Sedalia.

Well,

you're all
quite right.

( peaceful theme playing )

It's been a lovely visit,
Harkness.

Do you mean
I can stay?

I've been trying to tell you
that all morning,

but honestly, you men
talk more than women do.

Uh, when are you
leaving, Ma?

In just a few minutes.
The sheriff told me

that I could get the stagecoach
right in front of the farm

where I rented
the buggy.

Harkness.

You've all been
so kind to me.

Really, I enjoyed myself
very much.

Well, really, it was
our pleasure, ma'am.

And when you
come home,

you bring Mr. Wishbone
for a visit.

Oh, I'd be charmed, ma'am.

Of course, you're all invited,
you know.

Any time at all, really.
I'd love to--

Thank you. We'll do that.
Thanks.

Well, I'll just, uh,

go get my bonnet
and my parasol.

SCARLET:
We'll help you.

QUINCE:
Oh, I'll get your
bags here, ma'am.

MRS. MUSHGROVE:
Yes, thank you.

Well, it looks like
I'm stuck with you.

Ain't that just fine
Mr. Wishbone?

Ah.

( humorous theme playing )

( cattle lowing )

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!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪