All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E04 Incident of the Travellin Man.eng

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and 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 ♪

-(whip cracks)
-♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

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

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

Hey, Toothless.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

What do you think that is?

One thing's sure, Hey Soos,
it ain't no alligator.

You better go get the boss.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Senor Favor,
there's a body in the river.

WISHBONE:
Let me see.

Well, he's got some fever.

It don't seem like anything's broke.
He must've just bellied up.

Well, some blankets
and some of my stew will fix him.

Quince, Scarlet,
give Toothless a hand

and drag him over
to the chuck wagon.

Boss.

Where I grew up,
leg irons meant only one thing.

Chain gang.

I don't see any stripy suit.

Ain't hard to get rid of a stripy suit.

If there was any.

By the time you get through talking
about this man's past,

he isn't gonna have any future.
Now, he needs help and now.

Well, I said to drag him
over to the chuck wagon.

Mushy, hot up the fire.

Yes, sir.

Say, you want me to send a man up
to Split Rock?

It's a 60-mile ride. For what?

Bring back a sheriff.
The way I see it,

lawmen and leg irons
usually go together.

Can't you at least wait
and hear what the man's got to say?

Well, might be trouble, though.

So we got trouble.

- Rowdy.
- Hmm?

Let's just say that I don't like chains.

Not even when they're broken.

Al right?

[JAGGER GASPS]

Take it easy, mister.

Nothing to fret about.

How's he doing?

Fever's about broke.

He'll be coming out of it any minute.

Fine.

Hey, maybe now you can spare
some time for Mushy's stew.

Mushy fixed stew?

Well, I'm guessing that's what it is.
Hard to tell for sure.

Oh, turn my back.

That's all I gotta do,
just turn my back.

[ALL CHATTERING]

MAN:
That's better.

[PANTING]

Just what do you call that?

A slumgullion.
Just like you make it, Mr. Wishbone.

Just like I make it?

Since when did I ever make stew
out of bare bones and potato peelings?

All the time.

One more smart remark out of you,

and I'm gonna part your hair
from the ankles up.

Oh, it's wonderful having Wishbone
back on the job again.

Oh, yeah, it's so peaceful.

Must be because his patient is--

Boss.

Just stand clear.

Hey, let's drop that thing, huh?

Don't none of you come any closer.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

Ain't an ax in the world
that can beat a bullet.

You better put that down.

Yeah, I'll put it down.

I'll pick it up
and put it down all night for you

after you let go of them gun belts.

Ah, Rowdy.

You know, uh...

You think I'm a-bluffing,
you just keep on a-coming.

Look, who you are and what you are
ain't no never mind to us.

That's your problem.

It's a cattle drive, not a courthouse.

You got two choices.

Use that ax,

you'll end up back in the river
where you come from.

Or you can drop it, come on in,
and have something to eat.

Well, might be I mistook you
for someone else.

Or it might be I didn't.

But like you said,

a man's a fool to buck a house tiger
on an empty stomach.

[PANTING]

Mushy, spoon up some of the broth.

MUSHY:
Yes, sir.

Now, who are you, mister?

Jagger.

Bolivar Jagger.

This is Wishbone, our cook.

Rowdy Yates, ramrod.

I'm the trail boss, Gil Favor.

Cook, ramrod, boss.

[CHUCKLES]

Even sounds like a cattle drive.
Heh, heh.

I'm...

I'm sorry about the ax.

I guess I made a mistake.

It's good and hot, Mr. Wishbone.

It's the only way to steam a fever,
from the bone out.

Do you always travel
with iron ballasts?

Only when I drag my foot, Mr. Ramrod,
and forget what I am.

What are you?

I'm a walking, talking, traveling
Tennessee sharecropper

with an itch in my sitting pocket,
a yard-wide hole behind my belt,

and a ten-color rainbow
between my ears.

Uh, if you're up to it, we'd appreciate
some straight answers.

I'll see if I can't find something more
to fill that hole behind your belt.

Yeah, like starting with the leg iron.

Leg iron ain't a beginning,
it's an ending.

Well, then, why don't you start
wherever you want?

[CHUCKLES]

Wherever I want, Mr. Favor?

Mm.

Might be should be the time
the land got so poor,

it took two roosters to crow once.

[CHUCKLES]

I decided to put myself
out of my misery.

Scared my old pistol wouldn't work,

so I got me a gallon of coal oil,
a piece of rope, bottle of rat poison.

Rode me out to the lake
under the branch of a tree.

Run a noose around my neck,

pour that oil all over myself,

ate the rat poison
and set myself afire.

Figured to shoot myself

just as I kicked the boat out
from under my feet.

Well, that fool pistol shot the rope
in two,

I fell in the river, put the fire out,

got to choking
and throwed up the poison.

[JAGGER CHUCKLES]

[ALL LAUGH]

Well, after that, I figured
my luck had to turn the other way.

So I just picked up one foot
and put the other one down behind it,

and that's where it started.

Poor, ignorant, little old dirt digger
from Tennessee

trying to put a set of traces
on sundown.

Well, dreams like that bust slow.

Mine didn't come apart
till I tried to talk my way

past a six-bit bill at a saloon
back down the line a ways.

Argument started,
finished in front of a sheriff.

The man said,
"Six dollars or 60 days."

And me six great big bits
in the hole already.

"Work it off on the bond," they said.

"Ranch work, 60 days,
then you can keep on traveling.”

Well, since anything's better
than four walls and iron bars,

I made my mark
and took to ranching.

Sixty days I put in.

Then I allowed
as how I'd start traveling again.

But this here rancher,
he sees it different.

Figured I owed him more time.

And to make sure he got it, I got this.

Heh. But it wasn't strong enough
to hold this traveling man.

I busted that chain
and started to run.

Didn't stop till I hit that river.

That's when you woke up
with an ax in your hand.

There's a thing about being
your own man, Mr. Ramrod.

Like the feel
of swamp-stilled tangle-leg

when it first hits your middle,

a bellyful of fireflies.

Come slow to me,

being born with another man's collar
around my neck.

Getting my weaning
on blacksnake whips

and back-busting work
from can to can't.

Can to can't?

Yeah.

Work from the time you can see
in the morning

till you can't see no more
in the night.

All us sharecroppers got for it
were due notes at the company store,

the back of the planter's hand.

But that's done now.

Put it behind me
when I took to traveling

and found me a place in the sun.

I figure I earned
my bellyful of fireflies.

There ain't any man big enough
to chase them away.

- Uh, yeah.
- Maybe, mister,

but I've never seen a man
who could travel very far

without a bellyful of real food.
Now, you go right ahead.

Amen, Mr. Wishbone.

I feel I could wear myself
to a jackass' jawbone

before you could rattle a pot. Heh.

There's a town
a couple of days up the trail.

There's some law there

and you can settle
whatever you might wanna get settled.

You're welcome to go along with us
if you want.

Well, with vittles like this
passing around,

a man deserves to be hoeing rocks
if he walked away.

[CHUCKLES]

Mushy, pick him up some clothes.

And he can ride
in the supply wagon.

I'm much obliged, Mr. Favor.

Oh, and I'll have Hey Soos see
about those irons.

If you want anything more,
you just holler.

I'm hollering, Mr. Wishbone,
loud and clear.

I'll hot up the pot.

All right.

Oh, there's that look again.

Well, what is it?

What's so heavy
that you got on your mind?

Ah...

Probably nothing, but, uh...

I don't know. I never heard of anybody
hiring out for bond around here.

Leastways
this side of the Mississippi.

That's a funny thing.

I never heard of anyone around here
using leg irons for anything neither.

QUINCE: Better hold him still,
or I'm gonna wind up dehorning you.

SCARLET: I keep telling him to lie still,
but he won't mind.

MUSHY:
Don't that hurt?

No more
than toenail paring hurts you.

Sure looks like it ought to hurt.

Well, he's a droop horn, Mushy.

If we don't cut it off,

it's gonna wind up growing
right in his eye.

Now. Okay.

Joe, turn him loose.

[MOOING]

Is he gonna be all right?

Well, sometimes you never can tell,
Mushy.

- Sometimes it gets them up here.
- Horn itch.

Horn itch.

[HEY SOOS GRUNTS]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

This iron is as hard
as a miser's heart.

Or a two-faced gal's smile.

I know one like that
down Nashville way.

That female had a look
that could stop the big river

- right in its tracks.
- Ha, ha.

Ah.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

An old saying, senor.

"There is no evil
which may not be turned into good."

And this thing,
it can never be anything but evil.

Evil and good
is a smart man's right and left.

Words don't count for nothing, boy.

Unless you use them like a gun.

The only thing that matters
is who's on the other end of this.

[JAGGER GRUNTS]

[JAGGER CHUCKLES]

FAVOR:
Mushy.

Ah. Feeling better?

Right now, Mr. Favor,

I feel tall enough
to get a haircut in heaven

and a shoeshine way down below.

Yeah, well, first things first.
It's about time we get this herd moving.

Well, that's me, Mr. Favor.

The fastest-talking, longest-walking
traveling man this...

[HORSES TROTTING]

Friends of yours?

Two things
a traveling man never collects:

money and friends.

The herd's all set to move out, boss.

The herd might be,
but I'm afraid we're not.

At least not yet.

Something I can do for you?

MATT:
One thing, a horse.

Name your own price.

Sorry, our remounts ain't for sale.

Then he'll be walking

at the end of this.

Uh, we do our own roping
around here, thanks.

Now, who are you
and what do you want?

You got a name
to go with that mouth?

Oh, yeah. Favor. I'm trail boss here.

All right, Mr. Favor.

My name's Harger, Matt Harger.

Me and my brothers,
Luke and Billy Bob,

we've been in the saddle
12 hours straight

tracking something
that belongs to us.

We just found it.

You put that on me once.

You ain't gonna do it again
this side of a 6-foot hole.

Maybe you'd better take it with you,

because I'm afraid
that's all you're gonna take with you.

What's holding you up, boss?
We're ready to pull out.

The man said pick it up.

If I was you, I'd take his advice.

Till now, this was private.

You step in the middle, it'll cost.

Why? Why should a bond jumper
mean that much?

Is that what he told you?

He ain't running from no bond,
cowboy.

He's running from a white-headed,
bent-legged old rancher.

A stubborn old fool that got tall-talked
out of bed and board

by a poor-mouthed,
raggedy dirt digger.

For a few dollars he had
in a coffee can,

that old man took a pistol-whipping.

Ain't much of him left to keep alive.

When we rode out,
he was still sucking air.

Oh, sure,
we helped the sheriff track him down.

Helped put that iron on him too.

Because we wanted to make sure
he'd be around for the circuit judge.

But we stopped helping.
We left the sheriff alone with him.

It wasn't an hour

till that old sheriff
had an 8-inch hole in his back.

His prisoner was gone.

You're asking us to believe that you
came after a man like that alone?

Where's your posse?

Back in Morgan County, waiting.

We come alone
because this is personal, like I said.

That old rancher,

what's left of him,

he's our old man.

Comes easy, don't it?

All you gotta do is say it,
and it comes out pure gospel.

FAVOR:
Jagger...

Own your own land, wear a string tie,
and there ain't no need

for writing in books
or a big stone law house.

Just make your own right.
It always comes out everlasting true.

Huh.

Sure, I killed men.

I used cold steel too.

Back in them Tennessee mountains,
they called knives "bayonets.”

I got so good at it,

old Billy Breckenridge,
he put a pair of stripes

on my gray coat I was wearing.

What did it change?

I was still
just a poor-mouthed dirt digger

bleeding in somebody else's fight.

But not good enough to come calling
at their parlor door.

I lied, Mr. Favor.

I'm not a traveling man,
I'm traveling trash.

I could sprout wings, grow me a halo,
and holler up the day of reckoning,

and it wouldn't change nothing.

I'm just back-county,
dirt-digging trash.

You take him back
to Morgan County,

what's gonna happen
without the sheriff to take over?

What should've happened
the first time we run him down.

That's why we brought this along.

So he can think on it all the way.

Nope. I'm afraid
he'll have a mite longer to think on it.

You see,
I told him he could go along with us

as far as the marshal at Split Rock.

That's the way it's gonna be.

- Favor--
FAVOR: Tell your story to the law.

I can't settle this any more
than that piece of rope can settle it.

All right, Mr. Trail Boss.

You took your spot
right in the middle.

Just remember,

your men and your herd,
they're sitting on it with you.

Look on it, traveling man.

Close your eyes, you'll still see it,
it'll still be there

waiting for you.

[ROPE THUDS]

All right, Favor,
no Split Rock, no law.

Like I said,

he's ours.

FAVOR:
What are you standing around for?

We've got a herd
to get across the river.

You want me to spell it out for you?

Mushy,
get that other wagon moving.

Mr. Favor,
thanking don't come easy to me,

especially second time around,

but I'm deeply obligated.

Save it for Split Rock.
You may need it.

Oh, and what I said for them
goes for you too.

Why?
You think I'm gonna try to run off?

Heh, not with my own personal army
and three squares, I ain't.

You can bet on that.

I am.

Well, yesterday it was just him,
today it's different, isn't it?

- What does that mean?
- Harger was right.

You're putting the whole herd
on the block just for one man.

You got a better way out?

I got a better way out.
Send him up to Split Rock,

or else have the marshal
come down here.

Till it's more than just two sides
to a story,

that leg iron earns him
that much of an edge.

Now do you think
we can get moving?

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

Hyah! Hyah!

Matt, we got a lot of miles to cover.

Wrong.
You got a lot of miles to cover.

I'll expect you back with the rest
of the boys sundown tomorrow, latest.

- What about you?
- I left my rope down there, boy.

Just wanna make sure
it don't get lost.

Sundown tomorrow. Now, get going.

JAGGER [SINGING]: Pleasant-looking
And coal-black hair

Delilah, she gained
Old Samson's mind

When he saw the woman
And she looked so fine

ALL:
He said, "And if I had-n my way”

He said, "And if I had-n my way”

He said, "And if I had-n my way

I'd tear the building down”

Read about Samson
From his birth

The strongest man
That ever lived on earth

Read away down in ancient times

He killed 3,000 Philistines

ALL:
He said, "And if I had-n my way”

He said, "And if I had-n my way”

He said, "And if I had-n my way

I'd tear the building down”

All the earmarks
of a revival meeting.

Singing don't make saving.

It'll take more than a little toe tapping

to revive some of the drovers
we got on this drive.

Except you, of course.

Naturally. Except for the halo
and the harp,

I'm a tenth-generation Gabriel.

Uh-huh.

So that's why that horn of yours
goes off so often.

Mr. Favor, if you're referring
to the fact that I lose my temper

from time to time, you gotta realize

that somebody has gotta
keep those lead-headed drovers

from eating the wheels right out
from under this chuck wagon.

- Where's Rowdy?
- Took a little ride.

He said he wanted to see
that Harger fella some more.

You know, it's about time
that boy learned

men like Harger and conversation
just add up to a waste of time.

Mr. Favor, about twice a day
for the last five years,

I've been listening
to a trail-boss friend of mine

preach his own
pet cattle-drive sermon:

"There's one rule, and only one rule
when it comes to pushing the drive.

The men and the herd come first.

Don't matter if it's Saint Peter himself
coming at you,

if he's packing trouble,
you go the other way."

I don't care how you slice it,

that traveling friend there is trouble.

Don't matter
whether Rowdy's right or wrong.

Point is, he's just following the advice
of that trail boss I mentioned.

ALL [SINGING]:
"My way”

He said, "And if I had-n my way

I'd tear the building down”

He called a little boy
About 3 feet tall

Say, "Place my hands up
Against the wall”

He placed his hands up
Against a wall

And he tore that building down

He said, "And if I had-n my way”

He said, "And if I had-n my way”

He said, "And if I had-n my way

I'd tear the building down”

[ALL CHEERING]

TOOTHLESS:
What took you two so long?

Oh, that old droop-horn steer
just wouldn't settle down.

This steer,
he giving you some trouble?

Ah, worse than that.
Got half the herd walking on eggs.

Gets it in his head to start running,

he just might take the whole bunch
with him.

Sounds simple.
Just fix him so he can't cause trouble.

I'll tell you, Jagger, there's three things
around here that can't be fixed.

Mushy's head, Wishbone's cooking
and that droop-horn steer.

All right, who's got the cards?

- I know where to go. Let's play.
MAN: Wishbone's got them.

Let's go. I'm ready to play.

Come on, Mushy, squeezing the spots
isn't gonna change them any.

I beta dollar.

A dollar? What do you think we are,
Saint Louis bankers?

I said a dollar, I beta dollar.

Now, you put up or shut up.

Put up or what?

You heard the man, Wish.

Now, just put the green
where the funnel is.

WISHBONE:
Funnel?

- You have a nice ride?
ROWDY: Well, mostly long.

Well, I didn't find Harger, anyway.

Sort of kind of
didn't think you would.

One thing's for sure, he'll be back.

Man like that don't give up easy
on what he's after.

Might be you'd like to give
Mr. Matt Almighty Harger his way.

Is that it, Mr. Ramrod?

Depends on the price tag, Jagger.

Big or small,
there isn't any price, Rowdy.

And that's the way it's gonna stay.

Unless, of course, you change it,
Jagger.

Me, Mr. Favor?

You was told to stay
with the supply wagon.

Well, I was just trying to help.

Earn my keep, you might say.

That cow that's been giving
Mr. Quince and Mr. Scarlet

all that trouble,
the one with the short horn,

he ain't gonna bother you no more.

Meaning what?

Why, I just walked him downwind
out of the herd and cut his throat.

That way,
he isn't about to cause a ruckus.

I borrowed one of your knives,
Mr. Wishbone. Didn't hurt it none.

Wiped it off good and clean.

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

You get that drag closed up?

- Everything's fine except one thing.
- Hmm?

He's back.

With company.

What was that you said
about a price tag?

Turn them in here.
Pull everybody off the herd

- and get them over to the wagons.
- Boss--

FAVOR:
Now, Rowdy. Now!

Mr. Harger,
he must've meant what he said.

Maybe you better get inside,
Mr. Jagger.

Why, Mushy, don't you know?

The man's got friends.

There ain't no need to hide.

There he is.

Setting like a pigeon on a rail.

What are we waiting for?
Let's take him.

Wait. We ain't got nothing
against them Texas Samaritans.

- At least not yet.
- Man sets down to play,

he takes the cards
the way they come.

- Them cowpokes just got--
MATT: They ain't going nowhere.

That Jagger
ain't worth a shooting fight,

leastways not to them.

Might be seeing
is all the believing they'll need.

Hold the boys here
where the believing is easy.

Might be I can make them
see sense. Hyah!

Like I told you, trail boss, I'm back.

One way or another,
we mean to take what we come for.

It stands, Harger.

Unless you got a badge
with you up there,

Jagger stays put
until the law takes over.

Boys brought back the word.

Pa's dead.

Him and that sheriff
each had 60 hard years out here.

They deserved better than they got.

There's a law in that too, Favor.
Now, think on it.

Think on it real good
till sunup tomorrow,

because we'll be coming in then.

You stand in the middle,

you'll be standing
in the middle of a cemetery.

Sunup, Favor.

FAVOR:
All right, everybody back to the herd.

Bed them down
and stay until you hear different.

Hey Soos, as soon
as you get the remuda squared away,

you get out to the herd too.

Mr. Favor?

Just like the good book says:

Pride goeth before destruction
and a haughty spirit before a fall.

What them men won't do
to keep their lies alive.

You done the right thing, Mr. Favor.

Ain't no other way to cure them.

We set up here.

Better start doing your cooking now.
It's gonna be a long night.

- Boss--
- I know, I know.

This is not our fight.

Not that it makes any difference,
but you were still right.

Well, it makes a difference.

- Wait, Mr. Favor--
FAVOR: Keep the men in the saddle.

Make it look like we're getting ready
for fireworks come sunup.

That ought to hold off Harger
long enough.

- Mr. Favor.
FAVOR: What I said still goes.

Only it will be sooner
instead of later.

Soon as it gets dark,
you and me are riding for Split Rock.

By the time Harger
and his boys catch on,

you'll be standing alongside the law.

Either that
or starting a fight that nobody can win.

Any objections?

Anything you say, Mr. Favor.

Come on, Wish, let's get moving.

I'll be back
as soon as the herd's bedded down.

I gotta hand it to you, Mr. Ramrod.

Push long enough
and hard enough,

a man's just bound to get his way.

Come on, Jagger,
it's still an hour before sundown.

You can make yourself useful.
Unhitch the team.

MUSHY:
Mr. Favor.

Mr. Favor.

Mr. Wishbone.

FAVOR:
What happened?

He was smiling when he did it.

Said the only thing worse than Harger
was another sheriff

or a ramrod
with a built-in question mark.

Is he gonna be all right,
Mr. Rowdy?

Better get something to bandage him
with and some water, will you?

It was Jagger.

Yeah, I know.

- I'll square it, Wish.
WISHBONE: No.

Don't put that man
on your conscience.

He already is.

You gonna be all right,
Mr. Wishbone?

Of course I'm not gonna be all right.

Go get me the cooking wine.

Is he gonna be all right, Mr. Rowdy?

Well, if this don't fix him,
that cooking wine will. Go ahead.

And put something on that head.

[GUN COCKS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNSHOT]

[CLICKS]

FAVOR:
Don't move. Don't even think.

Just drop it.

Mr. Favor, you gotta have some cat
in your family tree.

Now.

That old man, he means so much?

[CHUCKLES]

First the cat in you got me,
now it's got your tongue. Heh.

The knife. Down there.

Come on.

Why, Jagger?

You didn't have to use a knife
on him.

Why?

Because he got in my way.

Standing between me
and my sunset.

Because he tried
to show me the light.

Heh. Preaching.
It makes my gut turn over.

Just like that old rancher
and that fool lawman.

Little, loud, lousy men trying to fit me
on their own straight and narrows

with their three-day-old handouts
and back-door sermons.

Pat him on the head,

boot him on his way
and wipe the slate clean

with lye soap
and a shiny clean conscience.

It don't go down with me, Favor.

I've been someone else's man
since the day I took a first step.

But not anymore.

Not since I set my sights
on a sunset with my name on it.

I take what I want,

and I use whatever rules fit.

Mine, yours, Harger's,
it don't matter none.

Just so I get what I figure this little
old world owes me for being born.

All right, Jagger,

you can start collecting.

- Right now.
- Unh!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

[BOTH PANTING]

One step--
One step at a time, Jagger.

You remember?

That's what you're gonna do
all the way back.

Not me.

Not me.

There's only one way I'm going back.

And you're not man enough to do it.

[WISHBONE GRUNTS]

- Come on, you gotta eat something.
- Well, I will, but not until I'm ready.

You'd think I was sick or something.

Senor Rowdy,
Senor Favor is coming in.

- All right, Favor, where is he?
- Wish?

He's fine,
but I can't say the same for you.

You let him get away.

Jagger's at Split Rock.

Just like I promised him he'd be.

Anything else you wanna know,
you can ask the sheriff there.

- Well, wait a minute, Favor.
- Let's go, Matt.

Let's go.

- Well?
- Oh, oh.

I know, head them up
and move them out.

If I had meant head them up
and move them out,

I would have said,
"Head them up and move them out."

Al I want now is some coffee,
hot and black.

Oh, right. Yeah.

FAVOR: Hot and black and, uh,
Wishbone-thick.

[WISHBONE GRUNTS]

Head them up!

Move them out!