All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E18 Incident at Gila Flats.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)

MAN 2: Hiyah! Hiyah!
MAN 3: Hiyah! Hiyah!

[MEN WHISTLING AND SHOUTING]

- You see it?
- I'm afraid so.

Have to have a pair of eyes short
not to.

Well, might as well get used to it.
We're in Mimbreno Country now.

Two things I can't stand:
Apaches and corn liquor.

MEN:
Hiyah! Hiyah!

Mr. Favor.

Look there.

Mimbreno, they jumped us.

All right, take it easy, sergeant.

Scarlet?

SCARLET: No chance.
He's been packing a dead man.

I'll get some of the boys.
We can backtrack, pick up a trail.

Quince, this is army business.
We'll leave it like that.

You double back to Sumner
and let them know.

Well, now, Quince. Now.
Scarlet, get Wishbone up here.

Eight years of training, nine years
of beans and hay, sun-fried hell.

That's all it adds up to, a pile of rocks
and a couple of sticks.

Sorry it had to happen this way,
major.

Well, that's just the point, Mr. Favor.
It didn't have to happen.

Captain Stoner rode up there to talk,
not fight.

WISHBONE:
Major, he's coming around.

That's fine now, sergeant.

You can talk just as loud sitting
as you can standing.

Major Blaine.

Where's the captain?

He's dead.

Sergeant, what happened?

Well, sir,
we got up to Gila Flats all right

and we sat down with old Nantanta
for the better part of a day.

And the captain,
he talked himself blue

trying to buy more time,
but it just wouldn't go down.

Nantanta just said that either
the Army honors that treaty

or buries it.

So we pulled out,

we got as far as Rio Seco,
and they jumped us.

White flag and all, they jumped us.

Who jumped you, sergeant?

When an Apache jumps you,
nobody sees him.

But it don't take no heavy thinking

to take an educated guess
it was Del Latigo.

Del Latigo.
Yeah, he ain't no plain Apache either.

Well, short of the horns,
he's a home-grown Lucifer.

This is broth. Take it down.

Hey, major.

I thought you boys had thrown away
the key on that renegade.

Well, like bad pennies, Mr. Favor,
keys have a way of turning up.

One of the terms of our treaty with
the Apache was complete amnesty,

even for an incorrigible hostile
like Del Latigo.

[HORSES APPROACHING]

Whoa!

Nothing, sir. Not even a hoof print.

BLAINE: Well, I didn't think otherwise,
lieutenant.

I want you to make camp up there
on the ridgeline.

You're gonna be here for a while.

Oh, lieutenant,
I want five volunteers.

- Full pack, ready to ride in one hour.
- Right, sir.

PIKE:
Major Blaine.

Sir, me and that Del Latigo,
we got something that needs settling.

I'm ready to ride any time you say.

We're gonna ride all right, sergeant.
That's all we're gonna do, just ride.

Sergeant, I don't think you're
in any condition to go along.

Begging the major's pardon, sir,
I feel just fine.

- All right, sergeant.
- One hour, sir.

And I'll pick the best volunteers
in the platoon.

Look, major, if that's it, uh,
we'll be pulling out now.

We got a lot of miles to cover
before sundown.

I'm afraid not, Mr. Favor.
You're not going anywhere.

You see, we've got exactly seven days,
one week

to honor our end of the treaty
with Nantanta and his Mimbrenos.

Now, if we don't,
this territory will be knee-deep in blood.

You keep riding north,
and you and your men

and your herd will be right
in the middle of it.

Look, major, I've got 3000
head of cattle out there

who got nothing but water
and graze on their minds.

If I have to hold them here
for over a week,

they ain't gonna have nothing
on their minds.

Mr. Favor, better 3000 dead steers
than 20 dead Texans.

I'd suggest that you go back.

What do you mean, turn back?

Across 60 miles of desert?

Well, we just got here as it is.

Then you have no other alternative
other than to wait here.

And hope I make the Gila Flats
in time.

One other thing, Mr. Favor.

I'm commandeering 200 head
of your herd.

You're commandeering what?

That's the only way that I can keep
Nantanta and his Mimbrenos

on the reservation.

You see, that was one of the terms
of our treaty.

The delivery of 200 head of cattle

by the first,
and that's just seven days off.

Like most requisitions,
the order for that beef

is probably in some
fat politician's desk drawer.

That's why I sent Captain Stoner
up here to ask for more time.

There's your answer.

So I better get the cattle up there.

I can't go in official force
nor can I go in any capacity at all.

Well, that's why I asked
for volunteers.

Major, if this Del Latigo is the one
that jumped your captain,

you don't think he's gonna let you up
there to the Gila Flats.

Well, I'm gambling
that he hasn't many men.

Well, there's a little more to it
than that, major.

Gila Flats is a good 50 miles
east of here and it's all desert.

It's gonna take a lot of luck
and a lot of knowhow

to push 200 head
through there in seven days.

I know it and you ought to know it,
major.

You ain't got a chance.

Mr. Favor, if I were a gambling man,

I'd like to make you a little wager
on that.

You see, I have to make it.

Now, here's your requisition notice
for 200 head even.

The Army will honor it
in the due course of time, that is.

You heard the man.
Cut out the beef.

One more thing, Mr. Favor.

If any of your cattle decide
to stray off,

Lieutenant Jenkins
will be under order to open fire.

Been a real pleasure, sir.

Can't go on, can't go back,
can't stay here.

- What are you gonna do?
- Only one thing to do, Wish. Enlist.

Two hundred head, major.

You want to count?

Well, arithmetic was never one
of my strong points, Mr. Favor.

- I'll have to take your word for it.
- All right.

Joe, Rowdy should be back
sometime tomorrow.

You tell him to hold the herd here
till I get back.

If I don't show by the first,
you'd better start heading south again.

Right, boss.

Till you get back?

Yeah, well, like you,
I ain't much of a gambler, major.

But don't take any riverboat card shark
to figure the odds

against your, uh, volunteer cattlemen
getting to Gila Flats in any seven days.

Have a look.

MEN:
Hiyah! Hiyah! Hiyah!

You, uh, think
you can cut those odds down?

Yeah, well, that's what I'm paid for.
It's my job, pushing cattle.

And if you don't get through,
I'm out of a job.

But you go along with me
and I don't get through,

you might be out of a lot
more than a job.

Like I said, that's what I'm paid for.

Now, as to who's giving orders
about the beef...

[HORSES APPROACHING]

Now what?

Well, Wish and I figured
you could use a little company.

Well, a man needs something more
in his belly than army beans and hay.

Well, I left Mushy with plenty to feed
the men till we get back.

Mr. Favor, I've been through there
once or twice before,

and you're gonna need
a few shortcuts.

I thought Apaches
made you nervous, Jim.

Well, it's that doggone waiting,

makes me break out
something terrible.

WISHBONE:
No use you breaking out in a sweat.

If those army fellas can volunteer,
So can we.

Jim, you better get on out there
and settle them down

before they get scattered
from here till kingdom come.

I'll take the lead.

Giddyap.

Like I told you, Del Latigo.

The treaty cattle and the yellowlegs
who drive them.

You're wrong, Cado.

The cattle are driving them
into my hand.

Al I have to do is but to close it.
Now go.

Before there were only two.

Now there are nine. Nine rifles.

Nine or 800, it makes no difference.

This I promise you,
they will never reach Gila Flats.

Now go.

[BARKING AND HOWLING]

Hey, get away from there!

All right, come and get it.

All right, now back off there.
Form a line.

Who do you think you are?
This isn't any Army mess.

Just mind your manners.

Ten hours pushing them four-legged
locomotives you call cows

and you expect manners?

You don't hurry up,
you'll have to run for your life.

I ain't smelled nothing that good since
my last hog fry up Chattanooga way.

Ha, ha. You hear that, Quince?

I always did say these boys
in blue got taste, real taste.

[COYOTE HOWLING]

Wish that coyote would hush up.
Gives me the squeakers.

Yeah, that coyote's got two less
than four legs,

he'll give you the squeakers, boy.

Hard to tell them apart
from Apaches.

- Sure does make me break out.
- Well, then scratch on that for a while.

Yeah, about time.

Five more minutes, and there wouldn't
have been anything left.

Well, that's Army training,
Wishbone.

As long as it ain't froze
or don't wiggle all over the--

You fear one Apache
without weapons?

The yellowleg is a woman,
fit only for the driving of cows.

And the Apache is an animal,
fit only for shooting men in the back.

BLAINE:
Sergeant!

Put that sidearm away.

Del Latigo, to keep a treaty,

this yellowleg would gladly wear
a bonnet and skirts.

That's why we're here,
to keep a treaty.

Treaty is a word,
and words are like the air,

to be used and blown away.

And how could it be that one of
the whip now speaks for Nantanta,

Chief of the Mimbrenos?

Nantanta is no longer a Mimbreno.

He's a bent old branch,
bent to the will of his enemies.

Better to be the branch
of a living old tree

than the trunk of a dead one.

What's your price for peace?

The Mimbreno need
no white man's peace or his cattle.

Take them both back
where they belong.

You may try to fight, but not Nantanta,
not your people.

One voice is not a nation.
You will not be heard.

You hear me, yellowlegs.

Between here and Gila Flats
there are many miles, Apache miles.

Go on, and only your spirit
will cross them.

This I promise you.

Sergeant!

Why not stop it now before it starts?

Because we have a treaty
with the Mimbrenos.

That includes Del Latigo.

Until he starts to fire on us,
we can't risk breaking that treaty.

- Is that understood?
- Understood, sir.

Well, I'll say one thing
about that buck.

When he says something,
there ain't no guesswork about it.

Mr. Wishbone,
I'll need provisions for three days.

- Provisions?
- Oh, I agree with you, Pike.

Del Latigo will try to stop us.

I can't bring up the company in force,
but I can bring up Nantanta.

The Mimbreno themselves
will stop Del Latigo.

So until I return,
Mr. Favor will be in charge.

- Major?
- Just get the cattle through.

They come first.

Major, Del Latigo's gonna
have his scouts out.

It would take a person
half shadow and half desert rat

to get through alone.

Do you have another alternative,
Mr. Favor?

Now, it's just jerky and hard tack,
but it ought to do you.

I'm sure it will, Mr. Wishbone.

Good luck, major.

And to you, Mr. Favor.

To all of you.

MEN:
Hiyah! Hiyah! Hiyah!

I spotted them about an hour ago.

Figured I'd better swing in
and tell you before I took a look.

Pike!

Visitors.

Could be a trap.

It could be something else too.
Keep them moving, Wish. Let's go.

And I volunteered. Tsk.

There's only one thing could do that,
a whip.

Go back and get him.
Have Wish bring up a wagon.

All right, sergeant.
Let's cut him down.

Dirty, stinking animals.

Lousy, filthy animals.

No man could that, Favor.
That ain't human.

It's done, Pike.
Talking ain't gonna change it.

No. It ain't done.

Not till every mother's
son of them is dead.

Do you hear that?!

You hear that, Del Latigo?!

Not till every
mother's son of you is dead!

Well, come on!

Come on out and fight!

- Come on!
- Pike!

Put it away. I'll need some help.

Coffee's hot.
Black enough to stand by itself.

PIKE:
Uh...

I don't need any coffee
for what I got to say.

Well, just what have you got to say,
sergeant?

Just one thing.

What are we doing down here?

You heard what the major said,
sergeant.

I heard.

Wait till we deliver 200 cows
to Gila Flats and just like that,

the Apaches take up needlework
and toe dancing.

You saw what they did to the major.

That's the only kind of treaty
they'll honor.

There's just one peace
for an Apache and that's a bullet,

belt-buckle high, front and center.

Your own Major Blaine said it, Pike.
No one man is a nation.

Del Latigo dug that grave over there,
not the Mimbreno.

We get those cattle through,
his own people will dig a grave for him.

Yeah. And if they don't?
What then, Favor?

Think we can fight our way
out of here, eight rifles against 800?

Look, I'm Army.
I get paid for fighting.

But what we're doing here
ain't fighting.

It's suicide.

You think we ought to hightail it out
of here, sarge?

Only long enough to pick up
the rest of the company.

Sixty men behind us,
we'll make a treaty with them Apaches

they'll never break.

[APACHES YELLING]

Cover the remuda!
They'll hit the horses first!

Wayne, Larson, over there!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNSHOT]

Hiyah!

- How many horses we lose?
- Four of them.

It could've been a lot worse.

- Anybody hurt?
- Oh, I've been flea bit worse.

Flea bites don't bleed.
You come along with me.

No need, sergeant.

Get a rope on them ponies.
We're gonna need them later.

I hope you ain't still thinking
of going back.

With or without you, Favor.
It's your choice to make.

You're wrong. There's no choice left.

Not for none of us.

Well, take a look.

I don't care how you read it.

That smoke says the back door
just got closed.

So it's Gila Flats.

Suicide or no,

Nantanta and his Apaches
are the only choice we've got left.

I still say we can get through.

Well, just keep on saying it, sergeant.
You'll end up believing it.

Mr. Favor's right.

We got to keep on going
just like the major said.

Hey, we got us a live one out here.

Well, I'll be dogged.

This ain't no buck. It's a female.

Well, now, what's a female doing
riding with Del Latigo?

Male, it makes no difference.
They're all vermin.

Let me take a look.

Somebody squished her head
pretty good.

But she's gonna be all right.

Would you just get out of the way
and I'll fix that?

FAVOR:
Hold it, Pike.

An Apache's an Apache.

You saw what they did to the major.

All the more reason for keeping
her alive. Let her own people settle it.

Alive, she's proof that the major
tried to keep his end of the treaty.

Dead she'd just be the best reason

we never should have started up
this way in the first place.

So it's Gila Flats, me and my men,
200 head of cattle and the girl.

If you want to cut out, you can,
but you do it right now.

I would keep in my mind though
that it'd just be you

against the whole
of Del Latigo's pack.

Together,
the odds make a little more sense.

But then that's up to you.

All right, Favor.

But just remember,
you got seven lives riding on your deal.

Let's get moving.

Take care, Rokka.

Four horses, one yellowleg,
maybe two.

DEL LATIGO:
Hmm.

- And us?
- Joaquin, Brazo and Lalota.

Three to one.

- We're ready to ride.
- No. They expect that.

Now we fight them with a weapon
they cannot see, their own fear.

How's she doing?

Why don't you ask Favor?
He's got all the answers.

Hey, what have you done
with your sling?

Oh, that thing just gets in the way.

Well, blood poisoning
gets in the way too.

That wound opens up, you can start
looking for your coffin lumber.

Now, get over there.

LARSON: What're you doing, boy?
Keeping a diary?

WAYNE: No. I promised Ma I'd write
once a week so I'm writing.

LARSON: Run across a post office,
I'll let you know.

HAWKINS: Keep this up, why, you're
gonna have to hang out a shingle.

WISHBONE:
Sweet talk isn't gonna get you a thing.

Now, whether you like it or not,
whether it gets in your way or not,

sling will keep this thing
from festering.

PIKE:
Take a look, boys.

A real live Apache female,

right down to the knife.

Now, you can do this easy
or you can do it hard.

It's all up to you.

Sergeant, she's scared half to death.

Oh, only half?

Well, maybe I can do something
about that.

[GIRL GRUNTING]

- Pick it up.
FAVOR: Pike!

Leave her be.

I will, Favor,
after I teach her some manners.

I said, pick it up.

All right, then, we'll do it your way.

FAVOR:
Pike!

When I said leave her be, I mean it.

Forget it, Pike. It'll keep.

Not for long, it won't. Not for long.

Let me have the knife.

You could have let him kill me,
but you didn't.

Why?

Among other things,
you're worth more to me alive.

Wish, you'd better take a look
at her head.

Come on over and sit down, now. Sit.

Here, you better have some of this.

You're gonna need it.

What is it you want?

Well, first off,
let's start with your name here.

Well, this is gonna smart some.

How many warriors ride
with Del Latigo?

WISHBONE:
Just a little turpentine and alcohol.

If it don't kill the germs,
it'll scare them away.

Now, come sun up, you'll be as good
as new, short of an ache or two.

How come you ride with Del Latigo?

Because the Apache
and yellowlegs are enemies.

Well, your men folks and us, well,

we might be enemies,
but I couldn't shoot no woman.

Canada Alamosa, yellowleg.

The place you call Camp Grant.

Ninety Aravaipa Apaches without
weapons, without food, without shelter.

When they came, we fought.

With sticks and rocks we fought,
until we could fight no more,

until the ground was red
with our own blood.

Canada Alamosa.

Sixty-two women and children
butchered, and six old men.

But not me.

Not Lalota.

I lived...

only to die another way.

They gave me to the yellowlegs.

And when they were done...

I was alive only because
there was no strength left to die.

It was then I found Del Latigo.

They'd tied him to a wheel
and whipped him

until they thought he was dead.

But he lived,

and in living, gave me life.

No, yellowleg, I am not a woman.
I am a warrior.

Kill me now while you still can.

Like I said, Favor,
an Apache is an Apache.

PIKE:
Just one more step, Apache.

That's all the excuse I'm gonna need.

When does a yellowleg
need an excuse to kill.

The men are tired.

It would be a shame
to wake them up for nothing.

Now, you get on back
where you belong.

How long, yellowleg?

How long do you think you can
watch me in the night?

Del Latigo is here.

So is death.

Very soon you will meet both.

Not alone.

Not without a couple of dogs
to keep me company.

And you just might be one of them
if you don't watch your step.

A dog does what it is told,
not an Apache.

- Better your gun speaks now.
- Not yet.

Not till you know why.

Hmm.

Open it. Open it.

Now, take a good look.

And listen. Listen real good.

Names don't matter.

She was only a girl, my girl.

She was on her way out here
to say the "I dos"

when your people
jumped her stagecoach.

Had the prettiest brown hair.

Time we found her...

Nobody uses a knife like an Apache.
Nobody.

Now, you can take your choice
right here, right now

or later on with the rest of us.

[COWS MOOING]

You know, I can just feel them
out there.

Yeah, it's been building to this, Jim.

Del Latigo's gonna hit,
he's gonna have to do it pretty soon.

I'll send Pike and Larson out
to keep you company.

Right.

My nerves are getting to me,
Mr. Favor.

Next thing you know,
I'll be stomping on my own shadow.

Well, as long as it ain't mine,
Hawkins.

- You seen anything?
- No.

It's quiet
as Martin County churchyard.

Yeah. Don't expect it
to stay that way too long.

- Keep your eyes open.
- All six of them.

Pike, Larson, on to the herd.

Wishbone, you and Wayne--

[GUNFIRE]

Stay here.
If she tries to get away, shoot her.

Hiyah!

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNFIRE]

That does it.

[GROANING]

You know, for a cowboy,
you soldier pretty good.

- I'm obliged.
- We need every gun we've got.

- Hawkins?
- Never knew what hit him.

Mr. Favor!

Del Latigo hit the herd on the far side.
There's no way I could herd them.

By now, they're scattered real good.

Nothing we can do about it now,
not without horses.

All we can do is dig in and wait.

Bone's busted, I think.

Most of them there's
got to come out.

It ain't the first time.

Might as well get started.

With what? My left hand?

PIKE:
Guess that elects you, Favor.

Yeah, well, I can give it a go.

You're gonna have to take it slow.

This knife's about as sharp
as it can get.

Oh, Larson, I'll need some help.

When I say, you grab on to him
and hang on tight.

No.

I will do it.

Like you say, no one can use a knife
like an Apache.

This I've done many times.

The yellowleg barks like a bear.

I want to see if he bleeds like a man.

Maybe even like an Apache.

Never like an Apache. Start cutting.

LALOTA:
Now.

If you tighten that thing any tighter,
won't be anything left to bandage.

So, uh, that could have come out
a lot harder.

You made it easy and then why?

Because for a girl with brown hair,
it was not so easy.

Also, now you will live to die from
Del Latigo's rifles, not from a knife.

You owe me nothing, yellowleg.

Long night?

It's gonna get a lot longer
before it gets any shorter too.

Yeah.

Why don't you take breather, Quince?
I'll stand your watch for you.

- Oh, you feel up to it?
- Sure. I wouldn't have offered.

- Well, maybe for a short time, huh?
- I'll call you.

Well, you do it loud and clear,
sergeant.

In say 15 minutes, I'm gonna
turn my back on that horse,

which means nobody
is gonna be watching it.

You turn your back on an Apache.
Why?

Well, the way I see it,
ain't none of them treaty cows

gonna get anywhere near Gila Flats
and neither are any of us,

which means that Del Latigo
and his bucks

are gonna bust the top
right out of this territory.

Before it's over, there will be
more burnt-out stagecoaches

and more Camp Grants.

Now, somebody should know
that six yellowlegs

and three cow-pushers
at least tried to stop it.

And died trying.

And you're gonna be that somebody.

You're gonna live the rest of your life
with that.

Fifteen minutes.
And don't look back.

I might change my mind.

There goes our last horse.

You were on guard.
What happened?

I must have dozed.
Didn't see a thing.

Too late to do anything now,
anyway.

Here they come.

Fire until you can't miss, then don't.

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE]

[GUNFIRE]

It's Nantanta.

Take another look, sergeant.
Take a close look.

Believe me, that buckskin of mine

never looked so pretty before
in his life.

You broke a treaty and with it,
the word of your people.

You have until the sun is gone
to leave this land.

Show your face again to me
and I will show you your grave.

My grave, you woman.

It is better than your treaty.

You have honored the treaty.
It will honor you.

Your horses will be returned
and my warriors will gather the cattle.

When you have rested,
you will be welcome in my village.

It's funny. I always used
to think sleeping on duty

was a pretty bad offense.

Well, let's get traveling.

Head them up!

Move them out!

MEN:
Hiyah! Hiyah! Hiyah!