All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E11 Incident of the Death Dancer.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)

[GROWLING]

Whoa.

[GROWLING]

What's that?

Sounds like a puma.
Don't know what else it could be.

Think it's heading for the herd?

[COCKS GUN]

That's what I aim to find out.
Now, you stay put, you hear?

Mr. Favor ain't gonna like
us being late.

[GROWLING]

[GROWLING]

Hey.

Come out of there.

[GROWLING]

Hey. Come out of there.

[GROWLING]

[GUNSHOT]

QUINCE:
Mushy!

- Mushy!
- Over here.

[GROWLING]

Soon now, Sho-Naka.

Soon.

- How is it?
- Ah, just a little sprain.

- How's the head feel?
WISHBONE: Heh.

Less said about his head
the better.

- Cat-hunting with a shotgun.
- Oh, yeah.

Jimbo, you take over on ramrodding
till Rowdy gets back.

And Barton, you go on scout.

Yeah, about time
I had some easy living.

- Yeah.
BARTON: Heh-heh-heh.

- Where's that hunter?
- Down at the crick.

Said he didn't want any doctoring.

He said he didn't want you
messing with him, is what he said.

- That shows a lot of horse sense.
- Horse sense?

Since when did you ever see
a hunter with any horse sense?

If they had any horse sense,
they wouldn't be a hunter.

Just goes to show you what--

You, uh, did say
your name was Carlock, didn't you?

That's right.

FAVOR: We're much obliged to you.
- Obliged for what?

Heh. Him. He isn't worth much,
but we kind of got used to him.

You don't owe me a thing.

I sure am grateful you happened
along up there, Mr. Carlock.

I didn't just happen along.
I was tracking that animal.

Tell me, Carlock, just what kind
of a puma was that anyway?

Didn't sound like anything
I've ever heard before.

Ain't no kind of a puma at all.

It's a lion. African lion.

Say, come to think of it,
I saw a giraffe last week.

I'd have mentioned it,
but didn't think it was important.

[MEN LAUGHING]

Is that your way of saying
I'm a liar?

Are you?

If you lived around here,
you'd know better.

- U's what I said it was, African lion.
- How come?

Well, it was taken up by train
up to Elitch Gardens up in Denver.

Piled up above Nine Mile Grade,
lion got loose.

Loose ever since. Four, five years.

The Paiutes call it Sho-Naka.

Say that any man who goes after it
is dead before he starts.

You were lucky, boy. Real lucky.

A lion. Well, that's all we needed.

[GROWLING]

There it is.

Just letting you know it's out there.

At least now he sounds
quite a ways off.

- Shall I double up the night guard?
- I just did.

[GROWLING]

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah, I guess I was lucky too.

Was it, uh, that same cat?

Sho-Naka.

Put its mark on me, I put mine on it.

- Four years ago.
- Four years?

The people who owned the cat,
they wanted it back alive,

seeing it was tamed and trained.
They put up a bounty.

I did my tracking
and I sprung my trap.

I guess I got it by the foot.

Went crazy, chewed itself loose.
Turned killer.

Man-killer.

Since then,
it's been kind of personal between us.

You mean to tell me you've been
hunting that same lion for four years?

Not steady, just off and on.

I work around here and there,
most every place.

These, uh, scars,
they never did rightly heal.

Something about the nerves.

Every once in a while,
they get to acting up.

They itch.

Then I start thinking
about that cat out there.

Back I come.

[GROWLING]

How's that arm feel?

Hm? I'll live.

FAVOR:
You, uh, think you'd be able to work?

- Why?
FAVOR: Well, I'm shorthanded.

My ramrod has half the men
over at Talbot

picking up another 500 head.

I ain't no drover.

What I had in mind was a hunter.

Al right. But I hunt my way.

How's that?

I'm gonna need a yearling
out of your herd.

When?

[GROWLING]

Most any time, now.

Quince, cut him out a yearling.
And I want that herd kept tight.

- Real tight, hear?
- Yes, sir.

Oh, yeah, I, uh, can spare you
a couple of men being as it's night.

I hunt alone.

Wouldn't it be better
to catch him in a crossfire?

No crossfire
is gonna catch Sho-Naka.

Take more than that.

A lot more than that.

Come on.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

All right. Come on. Come on.

You're just plain gonna
have to tell him, that's all.

Tell him what?

This fumble-footed knucklehead
forgot to give you the mail.

With being hurt and all, Mr. Favor,
it plain slipped my mind.

Well, now, that's all right, Mushy.
We're plum even up.

I forgot to ask you for it, didn't I?

That's right.

Anybody interested in mail?

MAN 1: Mail.
MAN 2: Mail.

[CHATTERING]

All right, all right.
Take it easy. Take it easy.

Scarlet.
Here, pass it back to Joe.

Barton.

Wishbone.

Me.

[SNIFFS]

Me again.

[SNIFFS]

Calloway. Calloway again.

And Mushy.

Mushy.

- You called me, Mr. Favor?
FAVOR: I got a letter for you.

For me?

Have we got another
Harkness Mushgrove lll in the outfit?

Here.

Well, come on, take it. You want it?

- If you don't want it, Mushy, I'll take it.
MUSHY: Listen, Toothless, it's mine.

Where are your manners, Mush?

Don't you know you're supposed
to say please?

MUSHY:
Listen, Toothless, give me my letter.

SCARLET:
Hey, Toothless.

TOOTHLESS:
Give it. Quick, throw it back.

SCARLET:
Hey, Toothless, over here.

[CHATTERING]

TOOTHLESS:
Right back. Here.

SCARLET:
Hey, Toothless, over here.

Much obliged, Mr. Carlock.

WISHBONE:
What you doing, Mushy? Thinking?

That's right, Mr. Wishbone.

You know what I've been thinking?

Yep.

- You do?
- I sure do.

You've been sitting there thinking
about quitting the drive.

How'd you know?

Because it happens
every time they poke fun at you.

Follows like the grass after rain.

This time I've been thinking serious
about quitting the drive.

I'm tired of having people
play jokes on me.

And I'm tired of being called
a fumble-headed knuckle-foot.

That's a fumble-footed knucklehead,
you idiot.

Anyway, you're not really.

Then how come everybody's
always making sport of me?

That's because they like you.

And you'd know that if you wasn't
such a fumble-footed knucklehead.

- But you just said--
- Now, no buts about it, Mushy.

You're not quitting the drive
and that's that.

Why, it's downright silly.

Where would you quit to?
What would you do?

- Lots of things.
- Name one.

I could be a hunter.

I could get me a dog
and go up in the hills maybe,

and hunt and get along just fine.

A hunter? Haven't you got that
knocked out of your head yet?

Anyway, how could you be a hunter?
Look at all of that gear.

Why, there's a horse,
extra saddlebags, extra rifle.

You couldn't even get started
on less than a hundred dollars cash.

- Well, maybe I got a hundred dollars.
- Since when?

Since my letter, that's when.

Now, Mushy, you know very well
that's a plain, outright, barefaced--

[FOOTSTEPS]

All right. All right.
We'll just find out about that.

- Mr. Carlock.
CARLOCK: Hm?

You saw that letter Mushy got,
didn't you?

What about it?

Did you see anything
of a hundred dollars in it?

Could have been a hundred dollars.

Could have been more.

You sure?

I'm always sure.

- You see there?
WISHBONE: Hm.

All right, go ahead and be a hunter.

Shoot your foot off for all I care.

You certainly put a spoke
in his wheel.

- Thank you.
- Heh.

I'd be mighty proud to help you here,
Mr. Carlock.

I got that yearling cut out for you,
Carlock.

- He's down by the remuda line.
- All right.

[GROWLING]

What'd you say they call that thing?

Sho-Naka. Paiute for "death dancer.”

"Death dancer"?

They say it dances over a kill
like a Paiute shaman at a burial.

They say it's not even a cat.
That it's an evil spirit.

Evil spirit?
There's no such thing, is there?

Wouldn't know about that.

But I'll tell you this.

You hunt that cat long enough
and you start to wonder.

Quince.

Get back and find out
what's holding up Carlock.

- I'll hold down your flank for you.
- Will do.

You want me to come along with you,
Mr. Carlock?

I'd sure like to help you.

- Why?
- I don't know. Pay you back, maybe.

You done something for me
about that letter.

Not for you.

[HORSE APPROACHING]

What's holding you up, Carlock?
That herd's getting hard to hold.

I know. I'm gonna get down there
right away.

Down? Down where?

I'm gonna figure to set up about
a quarter mile south of the herd.

But that cat's upwind
to the north.

Yeah, I know. Here.

There's the pass,

and there's your herd right there.

The cat's up here, upwind.

Letting them know it's up there.
Gonna split out a couple of strays.

He's gonna go down around here,
make his kill from downwind.

That's where I'm gonna be.
With my little friend there.

First thing that cat sees.

That's fine, but just how do you know
that cat's gonna do that?

Because that's what I'd do.

[MOOING]

[GROWLING]

Hold them! Hold them up!

They're heading toward camp.
Turn them!

Hyah!

[MAN YELLING]

MUSHY:
Pssh.

Pssh.

Pssh.

Pssh.

If it wouldn't be too much trouble,
oh, mighty hunter,

would you get at those dishes?

No, sir.

Well, 28 more ahead.
That's the last of the strays.

- Find any dead beef?
- Not a one.

It's funny too,
the way they were scattered.

- Wonder why that cat didn't hit them?
- Yeah, funny.

You can ask him
next time you come across him.

Right now
you'd better hurry up and eat.

We're pulling out in 10 minutes.

Carlock.

No luck?

Nothing. Animal lost me in high rock.

- You get any sleep at all?
- No.

Why don't you crawl
in the supply wagon?

Maybe you can pick up
a couple of hours anyhow.

No, I won't sleep now.
Getting too close.

I got a feeling it's almost finished.

One way or the other.

Suit yourself.

[MUSHY CLEARS THROAT]

Here.

- What's that for?
- To wear.

I'm a fair hand at mending.
I thought I could fix that sleeve for you.

Well, all right.
Doesn't that belong to somebody?

Oh, it's a spare one.
Anybody who needs it.

I can make that sleeve
as good as new for you.

What is it?

What's what, Mr. Carlock?

What do you want?

Nothing. Honest.

There's just one little thing.
I'd sure admire going hunting with you.

Why?

Well, to show some of these folks
around here.

They think I'm a big joke, anyhow.

I hunt alone.

Well, you better get started, Barton.

After last night,
we're gonna need a downhill train.

Look, Billy, keep your eyes
open out there now, you hear?

Just like they was propped open
with toothpicks, Jim.

[GROWLING]

[CHATTERING]

Keep them bunched real tight.
Strays are just cold meat.

[MEN YELLING]

Keep them tight, Joe.

Jim Quince!

As good a place as any
to bed them down.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Hold them here.

Easy. Easy.

Barton.

Yeah, I guess we'd better take a look
around. He might have had a spill.

Hey!

Boss, over here!

Mm...
That cat does the job, doesn't it?

- What is it?
- It was Barton.

- Mushy. Pull out some shovels.
- Yes, sir.

FAVOR:
Looks like he got down to make coffee.

Wait a minute.

This is yours, ain't it?

Yeah.

Kind of makes you think, don't it?

- Think what?
- He was wearing his coat.

It's got his scent on it. How's that cat
know it wasn't Carlock he killed?

You think he was stalking me?

Well, don't you?

I don't know.

I claim Billy got killed
because he had your coat on him.

Billy got killed
because he got careless.

- Listen, boss--
- That's enough foolishness.

Come on,
we better give Mushy a hand.

You think maybe Jim's right?

What, about this?

I don't know.

[SIGHS]

- I say we get rid of him.
- I think you're right.

Second time it's happened.

- Yeah, I know that.
- And the stampede.

Well, we all feel the same way about it.
Let's go have a little talk.

- Mr. Favor, we'd like to talk to you.
- Yeah, sure. What's on your mind?

Carlock.
We want you to get rid of him.

FAVOR:
Oh?

Is that right?

What's your reason?

QUINCE:
Well, it boils down to this.

We ain't gonna get rid of that cat
until we get rid of him.

SCARLET:
We figure that cat's after him.

I'll go along with you on that.

- You will?
FAVOR: Yeah, sure.

He's after Carlock, you,
me and anything else that breathes.

- He's a rogue. A killer.
- The only thing it's killed is Billy.

And I still claim
it's on account of Carlock's coat.

Now, Jim, we had our little talk
about that.

So if that's all you got to say--

No, sir. There's more.

- All right. Go ahead.
- What about that stampede?

Not one dead steer,
but that cat was right in the thick of it.

You know who almost did get killed
though?

You bet it was Carlock there.

Wait a minute.
Let me get this straight.

Are you trying to tell me that that cat
started that stampede to kill Carlock?

Ain't trying to tell you nothing, boss,

but it's funny that every time
that cat makes a move,

- it moves right towards old Carlock.
- Stands to reason.

They got it in for each other.

Let me tell you what I think about cats.
I think they're just animals.

I don't think
they're like people sitting around,

figuring out feuds
or plotting revenge.

Maybe that's right and maybe it isn't.
But look what's happened.

Billy's dead, Mushy got hurt,
we've had a stampede.

Now what else has to happen before
them two settle it once and for all?

Get rid of him, boss.

You know, I did sign him on
for a reason.

I'm shorthanded. I need a hunter.

We'll hunt. We'll do anything.
We'll pull double shifts.

Double shifts on your own?

You all agree to that?

ALL:
Right.

FAVOR:
Carlock.

We, uh, didn't decide
on wages last night.

You don't have to pay me
to hunt that cat.

Well, I hired you. I'll pay you.

A dollar a day,
just like the drovers.

If that sounds fair to you,
that'll be the end of it.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm drawing your time.
Won't be needing you anymore.

- On account of them?
FAVOR: I do my own hiring and firing,

but, uh, if they're willing to stand
extra watches on their own time,

I gotta go along with that. Here.

- You can pay me in the morning.
- No, you won't be here in the morning.

You want me to clear camp tonight?

- That's it.
- Look, it's like I told you.

This thing's coming
to a head tonight.

That cat's moving in a pattern
around this herd,

and I think I got it figured out.

I don't very often feel called on
to say please to a man,

but I'm saying it now.

Please. I need one more night
with that herd. Just till sunup.

Carlock, it ain't nothing personal.

It's just you're not a man
to fit in with the drive.

I wish there was
a better way to say it.

Don't you think
I know what I've become?

A man don't hunt one cat
for four years

without something happening to him.

Used to be a soldier.

- Troop sergeant.
- You liked hunting better?

What I like don't come into it.

I was stationed down at Sundance.

Meta girl, half-breed.

Part Paiute.

Willow was her name.

Suited her just fine.

I don't know how it is
where you come from,

but down there, well,
being married to a half-breed,

they don't take too kindly to it.

I should have stuck it out, I guess.

I know I should have now.

Shames me that I didn't.

But I let them
run me out of the Army.

Willow and I, we come up here
and did a little farming.

Raised some stock.

We were making out just fine.

And then that cat busted loose,
and I went after the bounty.

Set my traps like I told you.

I come up to see,

and it got me pretty bad.

I managed to make it home...

...but that cat got there first.

I found Willow.

She was by the well.

And that's why I hunt it.

The death dancer.

You got till sunup.

That's all the time I'll need.

Use some company?

Sure, Mr. Carlock.

- Why don't you sit down?
CARLOCK: Hm.

[CARLOCK SIGHS]

What's wrong, Mr. Carlock?

You said something
about wanting to hunt.

Yes, sir.

- Wanna hunt with me?
- You mean permanent?

CARLOCK:
Why not?

You're not joking me, are you?

I'm not much of a joker.

Me, a real hunter?

Wait till I tell the...

- What's the matter?
- When was you thinking of starting?

Right away. Tonight.

Got to get that cat.

Maybe you and I could do it together.

Guess I made a mistake.

Mistake?

Yeah, I didn't think you'd scare
that easy.

It ain't that, Mr. Carlock.
Leastways, I don't think so.

- What then?
- I don't know.

I've been thinking
about quitting the herd.

Comes right down to it,
I don't know.

It's your choice.

A tub of soap or live like a man.

I sure do appreciate the offer,
Mr. Carlock.

I have to think about it a while.
Maybe talk it over with somebody.

Well, I'll be going out at moonrise.
You got till then to make up your mind.

Yes, sir.

There we go, men.
Three pretty little ladies.

Mr. Wishbone,
I wanted to talk to you.

- Can't you see I'm busy?
- It's important, Mr. Wishbone.

All right. Deal me out.

All right, what's so important?

- Well, I wanted to talk to you.
- Well, talk.

It's about leaving the herd,
Mr. Wishbone.

So you finally made up your mind.

Well, I ain't flat-out decided yet.
I mean, I'm not exactly sure.

Oh, I see. You haven't decided yet,

so you want me to tell you
how much everybody likes you,

and what a good job you're doing,

and then end up by getting down
on my knees to you.

It ain't that at all, Mr. Wishbone.

Mr. Carlock asked me
to be his partner.

Oh, Mushy.
You think I was born last Tuesday?

- No.
- Well, you got your last rise out of me.

Mr. Wishbone.

I wouldn't be leaving the herd
if you needed me.

Oh, you wouldn't want to leave
if we needed you?

- No, sir.
- Well, then you just go right ahead

and don't worry about us.

We'll get along somehow.

You mean you don't care if I go?

I don't care if you sprout pin feathers
and fly away.

Now, you just hollered wolf
once too often.

You wanna quit, you quit.

MUSHY:
Al right, then, I will.

- What was that all about?
- Oh, nothing.

Mushy just wanting a little sympathy.
Well, it's time he learned a lesson.

- Whose deal is it?
TOOTHLESS: It's mine.

Well?

I'm ready any time you are.

- Here, you may need this.
- It's a Henry.

Wait-- Wait till the fellows see me
go through camp with this.

Uh--

I think we'd better go out this way.

After we get that cat
and come back,

then we'll show them.

Sure, Mr. Carlock.

CARLOCK:
Hm.

Here you go.

Yeah. Here's the place.

- Here, put that on.
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Carlock, this is your coat.

CARLOCK:
Hm? What about it?

I heard Mr. Quince say
something about this coat.

He said that cat went after it.

You still don't know when
they're joking you, do you, Mushy?

I'm not too bright, Mr. Carlock.
I'll get better. You'll see.

Oh, uh, keep your sights
on that water hole.

- Yes, sir. Where will you be?
- Don't worry. I'll be nearby.

I'm much obliged, Mr. Carlock.

Eugh.

QUINCE: How's the herd, boss?
- Like it always is.

- How's the coffee?
- Like it always is.

Well, that's too bad.

Wishbone.

- What?
FAVOR: How about some coffee, huh?

You wanna have it bean by bean,

or you wanna wait
till I find the coffee grinder?

Can you tell me
how one loses a coffee grinder?

I didn't lose the coffee grinder.

I just can't find
where that knucklehead Mushy put it.

I got an idea.
Why don't you ask him?

Because I wouldn't give him
the satisfaction, that's why.

- think he went off some place, boss.
- You think he went off some place?

- Off some place where?
- I don't know.

Him and that hunter,
they took off south.

- I thought you knew about it.
- You thought I knew about it?

Wishbone!

What's this I hear about Mushy
going off with the hunter?

He said he was going to,
but I didn't believe him.

- Oh, you don't think--?
- I don't think anything anymore.

Well, neither do I, boss,

but, uh, I'd sure give a lot to know

who's wearing Carlock's
range coat right now.

Oh, no. He wouldn't do that.

Yeah, where is he, then?

You heard it himself.
He said he hunts alone.

Went south, huh? All right, let's go.

[COCKS GUN]

Get back where you belong.
I can't cover you.

[GROWLING]

[GUNSHOT]

[LION GROWLING,
CARLOCK GRUNTING]

FAVOR:
Easy.

Well, anyways,
at least you're even up now.

- For what?
- For your wife. Cat's dead.

You think Sho-Naka killed my wife?

It was me.

I killed her when I let them
run me out of the Army.

Brought her out here to live.

That cat,

I just took my shame out on it.

It was me.

It was always...

Well, he got what he was hunting for,
anyway.

Maybe.

I hope so.

Because it wasn't the cat
he was after.

Mushy, I told you
to clear that tailgate.

- Yes, sir.
- Now.

Well, why don't you get up?

I guess because I'm a fumble-headed
knuckle-foot.

No, you're not. But you'll sure do
till one comes along.

I appreciate that, Mr. Wishbone.
I think.

Just clear it up.

And don't hide the coffee grinder.

Head them up!

Move them out!