All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E06 Incident at Farragut Pass.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)

[MEN CHATTERING]

SCARLET:
Mr. Favor.

Hold them up, Scarlet.

Hold them up!

We're carrying a restraint order,
not a license to shoot drovers.

You remember that.

You men with that herd?

FAVOR:
Yeah. What's the problem?

No problem yet.

This is private property,
like the sign says.

Sorry, I got orders to stop you.

You've got what?

But we've been through this pass
a half a dozen times.

I'd say that was before
the owner posted it.

We've got 3000 thirsty steers
in back of us.

They've been saving
that thirst all day

just waiting for the chance
to get through this pass into water.

Are we supposed to take them
20 miles out of the way

and let the sun bake them
into the ground?

Look, trail boss.

Now, this is Farragut land as far as
the eye can see in three directions.

Till you get permission to cross it,
the law says the fence stays up.

Well, all right, all right,
we'll do it your way.

Now, uh, where's this place
we're supposed to get the permission?

Farragut City, about two miles
right down that road.

And, uh, who are we supposed to see
in Farragut City?

Well, you go to the Farragut Hotel
and, uh, ask for E.J. Farragut.

- Don't it get kind of tiresome, sheriff?
- What's that?

Never saying nothing but "Farragut"?

- Ah, yes, uh, may I help you?
- Yeah, looking for E.J. Farragut.

I see. Um, are you expected?

- Supposing we find out.
- Just a minute, gentlemen.

You just can't go right in there.
You-- You--

Got a little bit of paperwork
you could be doing there, fella?

You can't go in there
without an appointment.

Nobody-- Nobody--

Sorry, ma'am,
I'm looking for a Mr. Farragut.

You're looking for me.
I'm Elizabeth Farragut.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Farragut,
they just barged right in.

It's all right, Mr. Buzby,
I'll handle this.

Really.

Well, you look like drovers,
that's for sure.

- Which one of you is Favor?
- That's me, ma'am.

This is Rowdy Yates, my ramrod.

Sit down.

Not you, sonny.

My business is with Favor.

BUZBY:
Sonny?

[LAUGHING]

Sit or stand, we won't waste time
with a lot of nonsense.

I already know why you're here.
I expected you two days ago.

Well, if I had known,
I would've run all the way.

You'll find I've planned this meeting
quite thoroughly.

You have a herd which needs access
through Farragut land.

Well, I have a paper here
which will give you that privilege.

Plus a guarantee
of a dollar a head bonus

when you get that herd
to the railhead.

Does it interest you?

You, uh, intend
giving me something?

Trade. You happen to have
something that I need.

Specifically, a reputation
for being a good trail boss.

You work your men hard
and you make them like it.

I know, I've taken the trouble
to find out.

Look, it ain't that I don't
appreciate the compliments,

but this isn't getting
my herd through the pass.

Yes, to the point.

I want you to hire my grandson
as one of your drovers.

- Oh? What?
- It's really quite simple.

Billy will one day inherit an estate
which I assure you is quite sizable.

At the present time,
he's a wild, selfish, irresponsible boy

who isn't capable
of handling any such responsibility.

What he needs is discipline,
strong discipline.

The kind that a tough trail boss
can give him.

Uh, I'm a drover, not a wet nurse.

So much the better.

Two months on the trail under what
we could call enforced supervision

might do more for Billy
than I've been able to do

in the 12 years since his father died.

I ain't got time to take care
of a green-horned kid.

Perhaps not, but it could still be
very profitable for you.

An extra man
and a dollar a head bonus.

You haven't anything to lose
but a little patience.

I'm not too sure about that.
I, um, haven't read the fine print.

There is a clause in there.

A protection clause just to make sure
you honor your part of the bargain.

In so many words, you will
turn over the herd to my representative

at a dollar a head
below market value

if for any reason you should fire Billy
before the end of the drive.

That's a bonus for me,
you might say.

No, thanks.

We'll take out the two days
to go around Farragut land.

That's your privilege, trail boss.

Only don't try to use any of water holes
along the way.

They've all been salted.

Should we talk about it some more?

BILLY:
Ben.

- Who's the cowboy?
- Ah, just a drover.

His herd's out in Farragut pass.

Tell him to come over here.

Guy over there wants to see you.

You were told to come over
to my table, drover.

No, thanks, some other time.

Maybe now.

You hear me, drover?

[ALL GRUNTING]

BEN:
On the house.

No need working out a sweat
just for a drover, is there?

Here, Cass, you worked up
the sweat, not me.

That kid ought to be locked up.
He sure gave you a good one, mister.

Thanks. Thanks, I'm all right.

Hey, uh, what's the matter?
Sarsaparilla in here too much for you?

Hey, you're real funny.

No, some kid dented my head.

Oh, that clears everything up.

Ten minutes on your own
and you get your skull cracked.

Let's go.

No, I got some business
I gotta clear up here.

You've got a job ramrodding, not
settling saloon squabbles. Let's see.

Yeah, you're all right. Let's go.

So that's my new boss,
huh, Granny?

ELIZABETH:
You'll do well to remember it, Billy.

Because that boss might have
considerably less patience.

FAVOR:
Ma'am.

Mr. Favor, this is my grandson,
Billy Farragut.

We've had a long talk, Billy and I,

and he understands
the agreement thoroughly.

Now, he's been told
that he'll be treated fairly

and I expect you
to make sure that he is.

You have the name
of my representative in Denver

and he'll contact you.
Does that take care of everything?

Everything except getting the herd
through the pass and down to water.

All right, Sam, tear it down!

Thank you, ma’am.

All right, stow your gear in the supply
wagon and check in with the ramrod.

Whatever you say, boss.

Billy, when you were a little boy
and you skinned your knee,

I had to put medicine on it.

And you cried because it hurt.

Well, I want you to know it hurt me too,
but it made you better.

And that's what this is now,
it's a kind of medicine.

I promise not to cry, Granny.

[MEN SHOUTING]

Mr. Buzby, there are two things
I can do without: cows and goodbyes.

Take me back to town.

[BUZBY WHISTLES]

[MEN CHATTERING]

Quince, let's get
that lead steer moving.

Yes, sir.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[MEN SHOUTING]

Whatever happened to that new kid
you were talking about?

I told him to check in with you.

Yeah, well, he never did.

Well, uh, seeing as how
you're ramrod,

don't you think, uh,
you ought to check it out?

Yeah, I'll see to it.

And Rowdy, don't forget,

we got an agreement with
Mrs. Farragut about her boy, Billy.

Don't let it slip your mind.

I'll treat him
just like he's my one of own.

Hey, kid.

Well, well.

You know something?
There ain't nobody in this whole world

I'd rather see
than you right now, boy.

Oh, no, no.
There ain't gonna be no guns either.

I don't need a gun.

Come on, big boy,
let me see what you're gonna do.

You're like a big hunk of wood
that needs chopping.

What's the struggle for, boy?

I'm just giving you a bath,
doing you a favor.

Hey, Rowdy!

- Yeah?
- What you doing there?

Oh, nothing.

I thought I told you not to play
with that boy.

Look, this is a personal matter,
Mr. Favor, stay out of it.

- Why don't you let him up now, huh?
- This has nothing to do with the herd.

Now.

Farragut, you were told
to report in to the ramrod.

Now, until you learn to obey orders,

you'll have to earn your keep
peeling spuds.

You turn your horse in to the remuda
and report to the cook.

- Right now.
- Sure.

Whatever you say, boss.

And as for you, you got a reason,
it better be a good one.

Well, that's the kid who tried
to dent my skull in back in town.

Oh, he was, was he?

Yeah, so you thought
you'd just settle up things

in a nice, quiet,
friendly little way, huh?

That's right.

Well, let me spell it out
for you, sonny.

We either deliver that boy
in one piece

or we stand to lose a dollar a head
on every cow in the herd.

Now, it ain't that
I'm especially money-hungry,

but I do not intend to donate any
of my share of the profits

to pay for your hurt feelings.

- Clear?
- Yeah.

Good.

[ALL SHOUTING]

Give, you jackrabbit,
or I'll rub your face to dirt.

I ain't heard nothing
but a bunch of talk so far.

Hey.

Mr. Farragut, if you don't mind,
the firewood goes by the fire.

Oh. I'll remember that next time.

A whole hat full of drovers

and I gotta be the one to ride herd
on a punk kid.

Mr. Scarlet's the champion.

He told me he once Indian-wrestled a
whole Cheyenne tribe to save his scalp.

SCARLET: All right, who's next?
I'm just getting warmed up.

Come on, boys. Right hand, left hand,
just take your pick.

Purebred grizzly and twice as mean.

Come on, you biscuit-eaters.

Who's gonna prove he's a man?

How about me, drover?

It's getting kind of late, boys.
I think I'll bed down.

Not unless you're afraid
you might lose.

It ain't too late at that.

Any time you're ready, kid.

[MEN SHOUTING]

Think he can do it, Mr. Wishbone?

He's got about as much chance
as I have of growing a billy-goat tail.

Let's take a look at that.

You had a ring on, kid.

Where? Anybody see a ring?

I said, you had a ring on.

Now, all you've got to do
is prove it, drover.

Forget it, Jim.

[PLAYING GUITAR]

[SINGING]
Granny, oh, Granny

Listen while I sing

Of a big ugly drover

And a tiny little ring

He swore he would make me
Lie down in the dirt

But when it was over

The drover was hurt

Want some coffee, Mr. Farragut?

I just made it fresh
for the night guard.

No, thanks.

I bet that guitar sure cost a lot.

I never seen such
a pretty one anywhere.

You play it real good too.

Well, wishing don't do it,
you gotta work at it.

Tell you what.

You pour me some of that coffee

and I'll show you how to make
this box stand up and sing.

Yes, sir.

Put it down.

Well, you can't learn
by squatting there, sit down.

Now, easy.

Give me this hand. Here.

Put this finger up here.

This one here.

- And this one here.
- Oh.

Now, with that hand, easy, strum it.

Thanks, Mr. Farragut.

Wish, how's the new kid
working out?

- Working isn't one of his specialties.
BILLY: Mushy.

WISHBONE: Look at him. He's got
Mushy waiting on him hand and foot

just like he was the king of England.

Next thing you know,
he'll be expecting me

to tuck him in every night
and tell him a bedtime story.

Well, nobody told you
to play mother hen.

I want him working
just like everybody else.

Especially right now breaking camp.

That is, if, uh, you're through
having a good cry.

- Mushy.
MUSHY: Yes, sir?

I'm going down to the river and picking
me some mustard for a poultice.

- What's that?
- Never mind.

Now, do you think
that you and Mr. Farragut

can interrupt your little social soirée
long enough to get packed?

- Yes, sir.
- All right.

What are you jumping for?

The old coot just likes
to hear himself squawk.

Finish your coffee, Mr. Farragut.
I can pack up real easy.

You know something, Mushy,

that's the difference
between you and me.

You see, you ain't learned how
to stand up for yourself.

Now, you take me.

Somebody tries to push me around,
I do something about it.

Well, you gotta take orders
if you got a job.

Sure, but it's how you take them.

I say if you're a man,
you gotta act like one.

Don't let people step on you.

See what I mean?

Phew.

Sure was fast, Mr. Farragut.

Wish you'd show me how you did it.

Thought you wanted to learn
how to play the guitar.

I can't spend all my time
giving you lessons on everything.

Well, I guess there's so much
I want to do, I don't where to start.

But I'm mighty glad you joined up
with us, Mr. Farragut.

I never had such a good friend
who was willing to learn me things.

You're learning.

Whoa. Pardon me, Mr. Farragut.
I forgot the fire spit.

Hey, Mushy.

Think fast!

[BILLY LAUGHS]

I've seen them jump before, Mushy,
but you beat them all!

Mushy!

What in thundering tarnation
happened to you?

Me and Mr. Farragut,
he was showing me how to draw.

He was having a kind of joke.
I fell in the fire.

Did you burn yourself?

No, sir. It sure got hot for a minute.

Well, it's gonna get hotter.

Now, pick up those spits
and put them in the wagon.

Yes, sir.

No, sir, I ain't gonna do it.

What?

You ain't gonna talk to me
like that no more, Mr. Wishbone.

I been doing my job
same as every man on the drive.

Well, it's time you quit
stepping on me.

[CATTLE MOOING
AND MEN SHOUTING]

[GUITAR PLAYS]

You'd think Mushy
had never seen a guitar

the way he's mooning around
that Farragut kid.

Well, ain't you got the drift of that?

You know, Mushy's done got himself
one of them heroes.

He ain't got very much if you ask me.

Well, maybe we ought
to point that out.

Like how?

Ever since that Farragut kid rolled in,

he's just been aching
to get cut down a notch or two.

Maybe we ought to do the cutting.

What are we waiting for?

How's the music lessons, Mushy?

Real good, Mr. Scarlet.
Didn't you hear?

Mr. Farragut is showing me
all about them chords.

He's gonna let me try it
by myself next week.

Sounds like you got
a real smart teacher there, Mushy.

Smart enough to know
you ain't interested in music.

Now, what's on your mind?

Oh, now, Scarlet and me, we got to
feeling sorry for you, Farragut.

You know, riding in that wagon and all,
not being able to stretch your legs.

We thought maybe you'd like
to play a little chin dusting

just to take out the kinks.

Any game you got, drover,
I can play.

How'd you like to make
a bet on that?

Say about $5?
Unless you're hard-pressed?

I got enough.

Well, how do you play chin dusting?

Well, uh, suppose you just watch
and, uh, hold the sticks,

if that's all right with you, Farragut.

It's your game, drover.

It looks awful small, Farragut,
when you're reaching for it.

Sure you don't wanna back down?

Maybe you better, Mr. Farragut.

I don't wanna see you
get yourself hurt.

Like I said, that's the difference
between you and me.

Help yourself.

[LAUGHING]

Mr. Farragut!

What do you think
of your fancy friend now, Mushy?

Mr. Farragut.

Mr. Farragut, are you hurt?

Get away from me.

I don't need your help.

You sure came off flying,
didn't you, kid?

But I guess you proved
you got plenty of scratch.

How about shaking
and we'll start clean?

I don't shake hands
with a stinking drover now or any time!

Why, you little--

Come on, try it. Give me a reason.

A man don't need a gun
to prove his size.

I already have.

Come on, Jim.

I think we're disturbing
Mushy and his friend.

Should've took a board
to both of them.

You fight for me?

Well, sure.
Ain't that what friends are for?

Yeah.

Well, what are you standing there for?
Come on, let's get this wagon rolling.

Yes, sir.

Where you been, Mr. Rowdy?
Supper's been done almost an hour.

[THUNDER RUMBLES]

That answer your question, Mushy?

Hell you, more of that, and it's gonna
take an army to hold this herd down.

Are you trying
to help the lightning out?

Sorry, it slipped, Mr. Rowdy.

So will your head
if you make any more noise.

All you gotta do is blink and this herd
is gonna be off like a shot.

Try me, ramrod.

It slipped, just like Mushy.

Maybe if you chew on those pots
a while, they won't slip quite so easy.

You forgot what the big boss said?

I'm a special guest.
No trouble, remember?

This ain't gonna be no trouble, boy.

What are you two doing,
throwing pans at each other?

I can hear you all the way
out to the herd.

Your boy here, he likes noise.

Farragut, just because you're
part of a bargain

don't make you part of this drive.

That's something you're gonna earn.

Till you do, somebody tells you
to jump, you just ask how high.

- You got that?
- Look, Mr. Favor--

For the last time, get your horse
and get out to the herd.

Be a real clever idea to be there
next time I make my circle.

Anything else, trail boss?

How high, Farragut.

Just remember that. How high.

I guess we should be more careful
about that noise, Mr. Farragut,

with this being such a good time
for a stampede.

You ever see a stampede before?

Sure can tear up a camp.

Cows get pretty jumpy
during a storm, don't they?

Just like they're sitting on a cactus.

Here, uh, better finish up the pots.

- You heard what Wishbone said.
- I sure did.

You know, I remember hearing
about one herd

that stampeded across the Pecos
about two years ago.

They said them cows was bunched up
down that river for two miles.

Did you ever hear about that one,
Mr. Farragut?

Mr. Farragut?

[CATTLE MOOING]

Settle down,
you slap-sided moss-backs.

Just old Quince. Easy.

Mr. Farragut, I thought
you was riding the night guard.

I was, uh-- I was over at the remuda.

My horse picked up a limp,
in case anybody gets curious.

Sure glad you come by.
It was getting kind of lonely.

I'll get you some coffee.

Your horse probably stubbed
a gopher hole.

Yeah.

Mr. Favor said they named
Farragut City after your kinfolk.

Must be nice having a town called
after your own name.

Everybody knowing who you are.

There's some cold biscuits in the
wagon. Want me to get you some?

Oh, shut up.

All you do is talk,
and you don't say nothing.

I was just trying to be friendly,
Mr. Farragut.

What for?

Why? Because I thought
we were friends.

Well, why pick on me?

I don't know exactly.

I guess because you've been
real good to me.

Learned me something
about playing the guitar.

And fast drawing.

How I shouldn't let the people
step on me.

Up till now, nobody cared whether
I learned any of these things or not.

And you think I do?

Sure, why would you take my part?

I don't know, Mushy.

Unless...

Unless maybe I need a friend too.

[CATTLE MOOING]

[CLANGING]

[MEN SHOUTING]

Stampede!

Hold them! Hold them up!

They're heading toward camp!
Turn them!

Go back! Get out of here!

Get out of here!

[GRUNTS]

Mushy!

Mushy! It's my leg! I can't get up!

Come on, get under here.
Get under the wagon.

Stay down in here.

Mr. Farragut.

He's dead.

The wagon fell on him and it--

He's dead.

- Mushy?
- Yes, sir?

You know, there never does seem
to be any good reason

why a man has to go
get himself killed.

What I mean is,
we all got our own special time

when God says we gotta die.

This just happened to be his time.

We all gotta face
whatever grief comes to us.

We can't just give up.

No, sir, Mr. Wishbone.

Mr. Favor.

He just sits there
staring off into nowhere.

I can't do a thing.

Just leave him be.
Nothing anybody can do.

You gonna be able
to put this mess back together?

Well, I suppose, if you don't mind
having dirt in your cornmeal

for the next two months.

- Do what you can.
QUINCE: Mr. Favor!

- Look what I found out by the herd.
FAVOR: Well, give it to Wishbone.

No, sir, this is something
you've gotta see.

This knife, I found it stuck
in a tree right over a pile of rocks.

This pot was hung
so that when the wind blew:

Like that.

I thought I heard something
before those beeves lit out.

I decided to nose around.

Doesn't take much to see
what that initial belongs to either.

Mr. Billy Farragut.

I wonder what Mushy thinks
of his friend now.

No, Quince.

It ain't gonna help Mushy any to tell.

Well, the kid got what he deserved.

Mr. Favor, Rowdy's coming in.

ELIZABETH:
Oh.

I'd forgotten
what a stampede could do.

Was Billy a good drover?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, he was fine.

Just fine.

When he was 13 years old,

he made a whip out of a piece
of leather he found in the barn.

I remember how hard he practiced

to make that crack through the air
like a rifle.

He was so proud of that whip.

And then one day,

I found some bloodstains
in the back of his closet

where the whip had smeared against
the wall when he tried to hide it.

You know, he could never give me
any reason why he killed it.

The dog wasn't even barking at him.

It was just walking by.

You're not a very convincing liar,
Mr. Favor.

How could I expect you to change
the sickness that was inside of Billy

when I couldn't do it?

I'll take my grandson home now.

Mr. Favor, about our agreement.

It will be honored as specified
when you get to Denver.

Something good
should come from bad.

- Mr. Buzby.
MUSHY: Mrs. Farragut, wait!

This was Mr. Farragut's, ma'am.

He was teaching me how to play it.

We was friends.

You were his friend?

Yes, ma’am.

Friendships should always
be remembered,

don't you think so, young man?

Yes, ma’am.

Well, then you keep that.

I'm glad Billy has someone like you
to remember him.

Yes, ma’am.

Mr. Buzby.

Mushy, you're gonna rub the paint
right off of that thing.

Go get me some wood.
We got cooking to do.

Yes, sir, I'll do it.

Head them up!

Move them out!

[MEN SHOUTING]