All language subtitles for Rawhide - 3x05 - Incident of the Slavemaster.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 )

( upbeat theme playing )

FAVOR:
Dependin' on where
you come from,

you call steers
brush splitters,

cactus boomers, critters,

rawhides, scalawags,

or vacas.

The drovers whose job it is
to get 'em where they're goin',

call 'em beeves.

I'm one of those drovers.

We've been pushing this herd
for almost 500 miles,

and it's still
nearly twice that

to Sedalia, Missouri.

My name's Gil Favor,
trail boss.

( mysterious theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

How's it look up ahead?

Fine. Plenty of good grass
and water.

Say, Pete...

PETE:
Funny lookin' wagon.

FAVOR:
Especially out here.

Seen 'em before,
but usually they're with

a big wagon train headin' west.

Well, maybe they took
the wrong turn.

Yeah.

That sure is a strange sight.

Last time I seen jaspers
dressed like that driving,

they was drivin' a hearse.

You and your flat mouth.

They was?

The main thing
if you want a good rope

is start with a skinny cow,

one that's died in poverty.

That way you don't get
a hide full of fat.

Nothing but glue.
That's what you want.

Anything stirrin'?

Nothing but the wind
in the willows.

Want me to fix you
something to eat?

No.

Where's Mushy?

I sent him down the stream
to do the dishes.

Has been gone
an awful long time, though.

Maybe he fell in.

( ominous theme playing )

Boy, you ever seen anything
like that before, Mushy?

I ain't even sure
I'm seein' it now.

Consommé is excellent, Francois.

Merci, monsieur,

but the consommé was better
in Louisiana.

How many did we sell for dinner?

FRANCOIS:
Sixty? Eighty?

Yes, but that was
before the war.

Everything was better then.

Jonah, you think
I made a mistake?

It is not for me to say, sir.

Oh, yes. Heh.

I should not have come
to America.

I should not have
brought money with me.

And I should not have put
my money on a losing cause.

Yes, sir.

You obeyed your heart,
monsieur.

That is what counts.

I don't expect any visitors.

( tense theme playing )

You don't have to announce me.

Mrs. Bradley.

Sit down.

Are you surprised
that I'd follow you?

MRS. BRADLEY:
I still have that letter,
Mr. Laurier.

Well, why don't you
let me see it, then?

And have you destroy it,

the only evidence there is
that my husband is not dead?

But we were over
all that before.

Yes, your way.

LAURIER:
But what other way is there?

A new way.

Mine.

And what is that way?

When I came to you
in San Antonio--

LAURIER:
Mrs. Bradley,

you have no right to believe

that your husband is alive.

It is four years now

that I've sent him
and my prisoners of war

back to the Union army.

I believed you then.

Now you don't believe me?

I believe your prisoners
never reached the Union army.

But you are right, Mrs. Bradley.

They never did reach them.

LAURIER:
But neither did my men
that guarded them.

You see, there were still
some Southern units around,

that never did accept surrender.

They turned into raiders.

LAURIER:
And I believe they were the ones
that attacked and killed him.

I believed you before.

Now I know better.

Better?

She ain't healthy to have around
with that gun in her hand.

Now, Mr. Teddy, you don't ask
people with a gun...

to quit what they're doin'.

Perhaps this will
help you remember

what really happened
to my husband.

( dramatic theme playing )

Sorry, ma'am.

Now, look, I don't know the
right or wrong of this thing--

What's goin' on?

We rode in to take a look
at this camp, boss,

and all of a sudden
the shootin' started.

This lady plugged that jasper

and was gettin' ready
to plug this one

when I took the gun
away from her.

I don't know if she had
good cause or not,

but I didn't wait to find out.

Is Jonah badly hurt, Francois?

No, monsieur.

Well, that's good.

Is there anything

me and my men
could do to help?

No, sir, I--

I wish you wouldn't think
too harshly about Mrs. Bradley.

LAURIER:
She's a good woman,
only a mistaken one.

She absolutely refuses
to believe

that her husband is dead.

Oh, uh, my name
is Victor Laurier.

Gil Favor.

I'm a cotton planter.

My plantation is right beyond
those mountains.

I just come back from delivering
a shipment of cotton

to San Antonio.

While I was there,
Mrs. Bradley looked me up

to ask me about her husband.

He was one of my prisoners.

Prisoners?

Yes, he was a Union officer.

I was in charge
of a prisoner-of-war camp.

If it's strange to you

that a Frenchman
should side with the South--

Oh, you don't owe me
any explanation, Mr. Laurier.

I prefer you to think

that I'm not being unkind
to a lady.

LAURIER:
When the war ended,

there were 27 prisoners
left in my camp.

I sent 'em east.

Never got there.

They never did. That's right.

LAURIER:
Nor did my men.

My husband is still alive.

I wish I could believe that,
Mrs. Bradley,

'cause then I could believe too
that my son was alive.

Your son?

He was one of the three guards.

( melancholy theme playing )

I didn't know.

Of course you didn't.

I'll go now.

FAVOR:
Uh, Mrs. Bradley,

it's getting late.

Why not spend the night
at our camp?

Thank you.

It would give me pleasure
if you would dine with me, sir.

Mm. Thank you,
but I've already eaten.

( melancholy theme swells )

LAURIER:
Francois.

I'm not hungry.

( dramatic theme playing )

( tranquil theme playing )

( lowing )

Well, you could at least
have a cup of coffee, ma'am.

Won't do you any harm.

No, thank you.

I fixed you a bed
in the supply wagon,

Mrs. Bradley.

Thank you just the same,

but I'm leaving now.

Now?

I know my husband is alive.

I also know that Laurier
is lying.

I'll drive to Fort Stockton.
I think they'll be able to help.

Mrs. Bradley, you can't leave
this time of night alone.

Oh, you needn't worry about me.

I couldn't sleep anyway.

I thought I could
manage Laurier alone,

but I was wrong.

Mrs. Bradley,

I don't mean to butt in...

A lot of women
have had to face the fact

their men weren't coming back
from the war.

Other women didn't get
a letter from their husband

four years after he was supposed
to have died, Mr. Favor.

MRS. BRADLEY:
A letter with no postmark,

slipped under the door at night,

as though whoever delivered it
was afraid to do it.

Mrs. Bradley.

Oh.

Thank you.

( mysterious theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

( birds squawking )

PETE:
Buzzards?

ROWDY:
Yeah, I can see
they're buzzards.

She didn't stop here
in the daytime.

Yeah, why not?

Well, she wouldn't come
so close to this cliff.

( snorts )

Hey, Pete.

I think she's down there.

( dramatic theme playing )

You know, I still think
she was murdered.

You got anything to go on
for thinking that?

Well, what else
could've happened?

Could've been an accident,
just what it looked like.

I looked around up there
for tracks. There was none.

Well, it's all rock up there.

What the heck
do you expect to find?

FAVOR:
There wasn't any sign
of a struggle.

Nothing to indicate a murder.

Besides, we're not
a law-enforcement outfit.

We got a herd to move.

Pete, Scarlet, go up there
and pick the horse and buggy up.

Let's get back to work.

Mr. Favor.

Mm-hm?

You ain't sure
about that, are you?

What?

About that bein' an accident.

What difference does it make
if I'm sure or not,

if there ain't nothing
I can do about it?

Oh, I'm just askin'.

Well, ask me questions
I can answer.

He's kinda upset.

Well, she is a nice woman.

Oh, how would you know?

Well, I seen her
last night, didn't I?

You saw her shoot at one man
and threaten to shoot another.

Well, it's something
any nice woman might do.

You got a peculiar notion
of what makes a nice woman.

Well, every man's entitled
to his own opinion.

Yeah, but you're
only part entitled.

Why?

'Cause you got a boy's brain
and a man's body.

Now, come on.
Let's get back to the wagon.

Yes, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

Kinda upset too, ain't you?

( somber theme playing )

( man speaking indistinctly )

Hey, Pete, do you hear that?

Hear what?

Listen.

( man speaking indistinctly )

Come on.

( speaking indistinctly )

( dramatic theme playing )

Give me a hand, will you, Pete?

Well, he don't look
too good, Mr. Favor.

What's wrong?

Oh, hunger and thirst, I guess.

( dramatic theme playing )

You ever see a back like that?

Whoever used the whip

wasn't worried about
whether he lived or not.

Here's some soup,
Mr. Wishbone.

Somebody hold him up.

Now, the best thing for a man
in your condition, mister,

is some good hot soup.

That's better.

( sighs )

Then Mrs. Bradley did
have something to go on.

Remember, Mr. Favor,

it's been four years
since the war's ended.

And remember, I was in
Laurier's prison camp

two years before that.

MAN:
Six years.

Twenty-seven other prisoners
with me then.

Seventeen now.

Major Laurier felt that the war

should have gone on
and on and on.

I think

when the South surrendered,

Laurier went insane.

Well, I think we oughta
do something about this.

Yeah.

You take Mr. Somers
to Fort Stockton.

FAVOR:
Tell the federal authorities
about it.

All right.

SOMERS:
Won't be that simple.

Laurier's plantation
is in a valley.

Its approach is well guarded.

If the federal troops are seen,

Laurier will kill and bury

all his prisoners

before the troops get there.

You sure
there's only one approach?

I don't know.

They kept us
very closely confined.

When I broke out,

it was night.

I-- I--

I couldn't see anything.

Well, there must be another way
of gettin' into the valley

without arousing
Laurier's suspicions.

One way.

What's that?

My going back there.

What do you mean?

SOMERS:
Were any of you an officer

in the Confederate army?

Yeah, Mr. Favor was.

Suppose you take me
back to Laurier

as your prisoner.

You mean, side with Laurier?

Yeah.

That's right.

What reason would I have

for bringing you back there?

You could tell him that you,

a Confederate officer under Lee,

could never believe
the terrible things

that I told you about
another Confederate officer.

You-- You would be bringing me

back to face him,

so that he could prove

that I was a liar.

Supposin' he doesn't care
to prove it?

Well, if you could

let him think
that you were on his side,

he might let you go.

Still, he might shoot you

on sight.

There's no telling

what such a man would do.

It's a risk.

SOMERS:
It's up to you.

I'd have to turn you over
to him.

He wouldn't take
your running away very kindly.

Mr. Favor,

when your men found me,

it might've looked
as if I was running away.

I wasn't.

So Lord help me, I wasn't.

SOMERS:
I was trying to go for help.

I didn't know
where to find it.

I didn't even know

if there was help to be found.

That's why I escaped.

To find somebody,

not to run away.

Mr. Favor,

those other prisoners and me,

we could hardly stay alive
any longer

in that horrible place.

SOMERS:
If I can

help them get out...

I'll crawl back into there.

Six years.

( somber theme playing )

You'd better get
a good night's sleep.

Hm.

( somber theme swells )

( somber theme playing )

Hyah!

( cattle lowing )

Shouldn't be gone
more than two, three days.

If I'm not back in three days,

let the federals
at Fort Stockton

know all about it.

Keep 'em movin'.
All right.

All right, move 'em out, Wish.

What are you doin'
with them reins?

I was just holdin' 'em for you.

Yeah.

Look, Mr. Somers,

you can still go back
to Fort Stockton

and be safe there.

Pete and I could still go
into the valley,

and find out what we can.

You won't get very far.

You sure you wanna go?

I'm sure I don't wanna go,

but let's go.

( dramatic theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

Far as I know,
it's the only way in.

You're right.

Half dozen men
could hold up an army.

Well, no use waitin'.

Breen.

Well, look who's back.

Mr. Somers.

Lookout post.

Is that bad aim or a warning?

No, they want us
to stop and wait.

Wait here.

Keep an eye out.
I'll find out what they want.

( tense theme playing )

It's my job asking, mister.

I don't mind that,

but I'll do my answerin'
to Mr. Laurier.

I'll take your guns.

( tense theme playing )

I said I'll take your guns.

Nice to have you back,

Mr. Somers.

This way.

This way.

( tense theme swells )

It's nice to see you again,
Mr. Favor.

LAURIER:
You too, Mr. Somers.

Mr. Garrett,

give those guns back
to my guests,

and help Mr. Somers
from his horse.

( mumbles ):
Troops.

They'll kill me.

Kill me.

Do I look like a violent man
to you?

Why, no, Mr. Laurier.

Take Mr. Somers to his room.

SOMERS:
They'll kill me.

They'll kill me, I tell you.

They'll beat me to death.

Poor Mr. Somers. He--

He's very sick.

Will you join me, gentlemen?

Oh, uh, this is Pete Nolan,
our scout.

Mr. Laurier.

Glad to meet you, sir.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Laurier.

Francois, a nice welcome drink
for our visitors.

Oui, monsieur.

Gentlemen, have a seat.

If you don't mind,

what exactly did poor Mr. Somers
tell you?

Well, he had
quite a fantastic tale

to tell us.

FAVOR:
Couldn't completely discount it

because of the, um,
condition that he was in.

He said that you were
keeping prisoners here,

forcing them to work as slaves,

and that they were
all Union officers

who had been prisoners of war.

Mr. Somers is telling the truth.

You mean you are
keeping prisoners here?

No, only one.
Mr. Somers himself.

Why him?

I have a brother, Mr. Favor.

He fought with me
on the side of the Confederacy.

Soon as the news of the war
reached France,

he joined me.

LAURIER:
During the last year of the war,

he was captured.

He's still a prisoner
in Washington.

Oh. Why would they still be
holding him?

As a hostage.

PETE:
Hostage for what?

For me.

I've very honored, but you see,
they consider me what they call

"a very important war criminal."

They would very much like
to lay their hands upon me.

Well, what good
is holding Mr. Somers

going to do you?

Oh, I have something
to offer in return

for my brother's freedom.

Mr. Somers is
a very important man himself.

He was a private general.

Tell me, sir.

Why did you bring Mr. Somers
back to me?

Well, I fought
for the South myself.

I-- I couldn't believe

that a Southern officer

was capable of what Mr. Somers
accused him of.

I wanted to give you
every chance to explain.

Thank you, sir.

Well, now that you've
heard my explanation,

what are you going to do?

No-- There's nothing to do.

Forget the whole thing
and get back to our herd.

Besides, I would hate to see
such an important man

falling into
the hands of Yankees.

Thank you again, gentlemen.

Oh, here are your refreshments.

By the way, the Sedalia Trail

is quite some distance
away from here.

You must be tired.

I'd like you
to have dinner with me,

and I'd like you
to rest for the night.

I'm afraid we don't
have time for that.

I insist, please.

( somber theme playing )

Well, in that case,

thank you.

Does any one of you play chess?

Mr. Favor's pretty good.

Some.

Well, then we might have

a nice little game tonight, huh?

Fine.
( chuckles )

Upon occasion,
brandy is better before dinner

than after.

( tense theme playing )

( tranquil theme playing )

( knock )

LAURIER:
Come in.

Oh, Mr. Favor, Mr. Nolan,

meet Mr. Anderson.

He's my overseer.

Could I see you alone,
Mr. Laurier?

Of course.

Will you excuse me, please?

( door closes )
I imagine this must be

quite a change for you,

living out here after Louisiana.

It's lonely.

Ah, I can imagine that,

especially since
your brother's gone.

I don't have a brother.

I'm sorry.
I meant since he disappeared.

I never had a brother.
I'm an only child.

( door opens, closes )

What's that you're making,
Miss Laurier?

Table linen.

( man screams )

What was that?

( ominous theme playing )

What?

I'd better go to my room now.

Somers?
Could be.

PETE:
You see anything?

FAVOR:
No, it's too dark.

You like my chess set,
Mr. Favor?

Oh, yes. Um, very fine ivory.

Yes, it's beautiful.

Shall we play a game, huh?

Fine.

( mysterious theme playing )

Well, I guess
we didn't find anything.

What do we do about getting
back in that house?

Same way we came out.

( tense theme playing )

( gun cocks )

( tense theme swells )

( whispers ):
No.

Heh. He's not in the house.

Are you sure?

He rode out at daybreak
with those two drovers

to show 'em the plantation.

Why would he ride out with them?

Heh. To catch 'em.

More likely to make 'em
catch themselves.

That sounds more like him.

( dramatic theme playing )

How long do I wait?

Well, he should be back
any time now.

I don't mean that.
I mean for you.

You know I can't leave here.

Not yet.

You know it, and you keep
making me say it. If you want--

I know you never will
leave here.

You're afraid of my father,
aren't you?

Not of him, not of anybody.

( footsteps )

I, uh-- I just came in
to bring you some thread.

Well, gentlemen, I--

I hope you two enjoyed yourself
as much as I hope my--

My guests enjoyed themself.

You know, Mr. Laurier, if
your cotton wasn't so scrawny,

I'd have thought I was
down in Louisiana somewhere.

Heh. If it weren't for
a lost cause, so would I.

It's-- It's short fiber,
but quite resilient.

To think of it,
a scant few years ago,

there was nothing here
but desolation.

Now there is a plantation.

From this to this...

to this.

I just made a quarter
of a million dollars.

Well, you've convinced me
I'm in the wrong business.

Me too.

You have enough thread,
Miss Laurier?

For a week.
Thank you, Mr. Anderson.

Would you like to
freshen up, gentlemen?

Why, yes. Thanks.

Miss Laurier.

( melancholy theme playing )

Odette,

the next time
you need some thread,

send a servant.

I don't like secret meetings.

And I don't like
a lot of things here.

Laurier forgot
to show us one thing.

Yeah, that cotton gin
Somers was telling us about.

Yeah, even if he got
the gin hidden away,

you got to have power of
one kind or another to run it.

Well, most cotton gin's
run by steam, I think.

That'd mean burnin' wood,

and I ain't seen any smoke.

Well, he can't do it by hand.

( knock at door )
Come in.

Uh, dinner is to be served
in a few minutes, monsieurs.

I brought you enough water?

Oh, sure. I'm fine.

Merci.

Merci.

Enough water.

Remember that stream
I ran across last night?

Yeah.

I know if you need power,
you can run a mill that way,

so, uh...

So why not a cotton gin?

( dramatic theme playing )

( tense theme playing )

Well, they dammed it up here
to feed that plume over there.

( dramatic theme playing )

There they are.
Laurier's prisoners.

Yeah.

Let's get a better look.
Wait a minute.

Gettin' closer to them caves

ain't gonna be easy.

Well, guards won't be
looking for anybody

to come into the caves,

so they'll just be trying

to stop 'em from leaving.

Yeah, we can manage it.

I guess you're right.

( tense theme playing )

( rock clatters )

( dramatic theme playing )

Ah, slaves all right.

I'd like to go in there
and tear that place apart.

Ah, let's see if we can
find a way into this valley.

ain't covered by guards.

Somers.

Morgan.

You better get away from me.

If the guards spot you
talking to me,

they'll go to work on you too.

What brought you back?
Did they find you?

No, they didn't find me.

All those months we spent

working out a way
to get you loose.

MORGAN:
What did you do? Come back?

I came back to help.

How could you help here?

Morgan,

the reason I came back

is because there is
a chance to help.

Two drovers are trying to...

( tense theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Just what are you two up to?

He was in pain,
and I was just trying to...

Supposin' you just get back
to where you was.

( somber theme playing )

FAVOR:
A pass and no guards.

PETE:
Sure a hard one to find.

If the federal troops
can get through it.

Let's head back
to Fort Stockton.

No, don't forget
what Somers said.

Laurier suspects
anything's wrong,

he can kill and bury
all the evidence.

And we'd better
show up for supper.

I guess you're right.

Monsieur.

No, thanks.
I'll stay with these makins.

No, thanks.

Odette, you must be tired,
darling.

Yes, father.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

Well, did you have
a pleasant walk this afternoon?

Very good.

Yes, it's a--
It's a charming place.

It's a pity

I'll have to leave it soon.

Where are you going?

Oh, to France, I suppose.

With the load of money
I have accumulated, I--

I'll go back

and live there like a gentleman.

Oh, what about your brother?

My brother?

FAVOR:
The one that's being
held prisoner in Washington.

I have no brother, Mr. Favor.

Maybe I misunderstood you.

No, you didn't misunderstand.

I lied to you.

Why?

Well, I-- I suppose
to avoid unpleasantness.

LAURIER:
Besides,
did you ever believe me?

I had no reason not to.

See? Now you're trying
to avoid unpleasantness.

LAURIER:
In any case, I hope
you had a nice day.

Uh, very nice.

That makes me very happy.

And now we'd better
get back to our herd.

No, gentlemen. Now--

Now you'll be shot.

( dramatic theme playing )

Keep your hands
off your guns, gentlemen.

You don't think
you ever deceived me, do you?

I had you followed all the time.

Perhaps you are wondering
why I don't put you in the cave

with the others.

If you were Northern trash,

I would.

But you are Southerners.

You deserve a decent fate.

Mr. Anderson, take charge.

All right, let's go.

( ominous theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

All right, hold it.

This is far enough.

Our drovers know where we are.

They'll be comin' after us.

They'll never get into
the valley.

You don't know
our drovers, mister.

ANDERSON:
Shut up.

All right, get out.

I'm a soldier--

I used to be.

--not an executioner.

Can't promise you anything.

I ain't askin' for any promises.

( tense theme playing )

( tense theme swells )

How long you been here?

Long enough.

Go back to the house. Tell him.

See if I care.

Why did you let them go?

Because I'm sick of what I am.

Sick of what I been doing
for the last six years.

That a good enough reason
for you?

( yelps, grunts )

Get over to that tree.

Put it down.

Somers in here?

Somers?
Who are you?

Where's Somers?

Mister, take him.

These are the men,
the drovers I told you about.

We've only got three rifles.

What about the guards?

Taken care of 'em except
this one.

FAVOR:
You better tie him up.

Oh, we finally found a pass

for the federal troops
to come through,

but no time for that now.

FAVOR:
I'm afraid you're gonna

have to fight your way out.

MEN:
Hey! Hey! Hey!

No, there's no time for that.

FAVOR:
Break it up.

Run while you can.
Let's get outta here.

( all shouting )

( tense theme playing )

( man shouts indistinctly )

LAURIER:
I thought you'd
gone to bed, Odette.

I wasn't sleepy.

Where are the guests?

Doesn't matter.

They won't return.

Did everything go all right,
Mr. Anderson?

Didn't go at all.

I gave you my instructions,
didn't I?

Yes, you gave me
your instructions.

I didn't follow 'em.

But I heard the two shots.

I fired 'em in the air.

You lost your mind.

I lost my mind years ago.

ANDERSON:
Maybe now I just found it again.

You know what's going to happen?

Those drovers, they are going
to call in the federal troops.

And when they get here,

they won't find any trace
of a prisoner.

Nor will they find
a trace of you, Mr. Anderson.

Where are you going?

What difference does it make
where a dead man goes?

ODETTE:
Father.

I want you to go to your room.

You've come to the end
of telling people what to do.

I still have enough men
that follow me.

( crowd murmuring )

Not enough men, father.

There are others.
Men who hate you.

The prisoners are coming here.

And I don't think
they'll even bother to knock.

I have to call the guards.

These guests you'll receive
without guards.

Odette, I said I want you
to go to your room..

Why don't you
use your money now?

Give it to the prisoners.

I will not be spoken to
in this way.

How do you think those men
are gonna speak to you?

Those men you've kept
caged up for six years

and tortured and beaten.

Mr. Anderson,

I'm going to shoot you

for a traitor.

( tense theme playing )

Go ahead.

( dramatic theme playing )

( clicks )

( clicks )

I'm sorry, Miss Laurier.

My father died many years ago.

You probably won't believe it,

but he was a fine man once.

( somber theme playing )

Anderson,

I'll have to let 'em
know about it at Fort Stockton.

It's over.

( melancholy theme playing )

Is there a Bradley here?

Mr. Bradley,

I'd like to talk to you.

( stirring theme playing )

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 )