All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E20 Incident of the Swindler.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)

WISHBONE:
All right, come and get it.

[HORSE NEIGHS]

QUINCE:
Exhale, I'll do the rest.

Whatever you say, friend.
I'm not an arguing man.

Well, there's only one way
to saddle a horse.

That wasn't it.

You know,
even when that's horse is friendly,

it takes two of us to saddle him.

If he's not friendly,
it's more than likely five or six.

As I said, gentlemen,
I'm not an arguing man.

Now, who have I the honor
of addressing?

Gil Favor, the trail boss here.

You better try this.
You look like you could use it.

Well, a gentleman and a scholar.
A knight in a world of knaves.

- Your health, sir.
- I'll settle for a name.

Coleman.

Straw Coleman,
late of New York, Chicago,

New Orleans,

you name it.

You know,
even with those bracelets,

you're the best-dressed horse thief
I ever saw.

Heh. Well, now, I'm sure that my tailor
would appreciate what you have to say

about my clothes,

but the rest of the statement
is a little strong, wouldn't you say?

Oh, how so?

Well, you said it, friend, not me.

It would take five men
to saddle that horse?

Now, how can a man steal a horse
he can't get close enough to saddle?

Just trying. Just by trying.

Surely men of your stature
wouldn't condemn someone

on such flimsy evidence.

It doesn't look like we have to.

It seems like somebody
already beat us to it.

[CHUCKLES]

You mean these? No.

Fate, gentlemen.

An accident, no more.

You see,
it happens that I have a friend

who sells handcuffs and leg irons

and assorted jail hardware
to officers of the law.

Now, he was entertaining
some customers in his hotel room,

and one of those present

thought that these handcuffs
were of inferior quality,

so my friend put them on me
to demonstrate their worth.

Now, it also so happens

that my friend has a little trouble
with the bottle.

And somehow
he misplaced the key.

Now, he was going to find it
in the morning,

but he forgot

and he took the stage north.

Mm-mm.

Heh. A perceptive man.

You know a fabrication
when you hear one, don't you?

Yeah, it sort of comes out like a lie.

Well, precisely. I told a lie
because you expected to hear one.

Human nature, gentlemen,

as predictable as sunrise and--

Sunset.

I'm still listening.

Hmm?

Oh, all right. The truth you want,
the truth you shall have.

So help me.

I was traveling alone,
carrying a considerable sum of money,

when I was set upon.

Beaten mercilessly, robbed

and left for dead.

When did all this happen?

STRAW:
Yesterday.

Oh, yesterday, huh?

Today, you don't have
a speck of a bruise on you.

You heal mighty fast.

That's exactly what the sheriff said.

You know, he had half decided that I
was the robber instead of the victim.

So he put these on me until we could
get the matter straightened out.

So naturally,
I took the first opportunity I could

to set about to find the thieves
to clear my good name.

But, oh, my,

tragically, I lost the trail.
I lost the horse some miles back.

And here I am.

No sale?

Nope. No sale.

Shame.

It was one of my better efforts.

Well, what happens now?

Nothing, for tonight.

Tomorrow you can try out your stories
on the sheriff down at Adobe Wells.

Maybe he'll be a better audience.

Uh, it's possible
but highly improbable.

Lawmen and funny bones
just don't seem to go together.

Besides, uh,

I like this audience right here.

Well, enjoy it while you can, then,
Coleman.

You got until sunup.

I hope you boys ain't waiting
for the herd to come and find you.

Uh, Mr. Favor, even the condemned
get one last wish.

It's been a long time between meals.

Ah. Wish, take care of him.

You keep an eye on him, hear?

Oh, you better make that both eyes,
Wish.

He's bound to have a little greased pig
in his family tree some place.

[STRAW LAUGHING]

Well, George,

it's been a long time.

I'll get you some stew.

What is it, 12 years?

Thirteen.

Oh, my.

Slumgullion.

It isn't like New Orleans,
but it'll keep you going.

Oh, well, George, to keep going,
I'll need more than this.

What else do you want?

Back interest on an old debt.

I'll settle for a gun, a horse
and the pleasure of your company.

No, I couldn't do that.

Well, then I...

I guess
I'll just have to settle for the reward.

Reward?

You were two days gone
when they posted it.

Five thousand dollars.

It's still there waiting for the man
who brings you in.

[CHUCKLES]

Can you imagine after 13 years,
it's still there?

Well, think it over, George.

Don't take too long, though.

We only have until sunup.

Mr. Wishbone.

Mr. Wishbone, what's the matter?

Your back acting up again?

Go on back to sleep, Mushy.

I can mix up a batch
of that turpentine

and an asafetida liniment.

I could rub it on your back
and you'll be as good as new.

There's nothing wrong
with my back.

I don't need any liniment,
and I don't need any company.

Now, go on back to bed.

You're rocking the boat, Coleman.

Just want a cup of coffee.

- Puts me to sleep.
- If it don't, this will.

Is that clear?

Like a window.

You know, it's funny.

Night air like this,

a whole skyful of stars for a ceiling,

Mother Nature for a blanket,

and here you are just sitting
and staring at nothing.

If I didn't know you any better, George,
I'd say you have the look of a man

with a problem.

Look again.

A man can learn to live
with anything.

Even New Orleans?

I didn't do it, you know that.

Wrong, friend.

You told me you didn't.

There's a difference.

Now, I know it and you know it,
George.

But in my case,
the books don't balance.

And they won't until you erase me
from the wrong side of the ledger.

Look, Straw, I've got a little cash.

Enough to hire you a lawyer.

- Maybe even--
STRAW: No shortcuts, George.

No easy way.

A lawyer can't help me

any more than he can help you.

It's not a bad setup you have here,
George.

Not bad at all, really.

Got a place in the sun,

a way to live out your years
with some meaning,

among friends.

I wonder how they would take
to New Orleans,

how they would take
to George Washington Wishbone

who ran,

who kept running for 13 years.

Straw...

STRAW:
You've got no choice.

A gun, a horse
and the pleasure of your company.

You better get some sleep.
We've got a long day ahead of us.

[COFFEE SPLASHES]

Well, if it isn't Joe Scarlet,
the original all-night nighthawk.

SCARLET:
Funny.

I'll dish some eggs up for you,
Mr. Scarlet.

Oh. Whew.

Oh, never mind, Mushy.
I can do it just fine.

[WISHBONE GRUNTS]

- What are you doing?
- What did I do wrong, Mr. Wishbone?

Nothing at all.

Just putting a pan away
that needs washing.

Now, get out of here. I'll do it.

Why, sure thing. Whatever you say.

- Have you got the firewood for noon?
- Yes, sir.

And have you hitched up
the supply wagon?

MUSHY: No, sir.
- Then you better get at it.

But the dishes ain't washed yet.

Oh, never mind. I'll do it. You go on.

Here, let me see that.

A burn?
Now, when and how did you do that?

The frying pan. The handle was hotter
than I thought it was.

Oh, Mushy.

A hundred times a day
I have to tell you,

watch what you're doing,

be careful.

And I just turn my back

and you go do some fool thing
like that.

Yes, sir.

Clumsy as a bear cub,
not a brain in your head.

Putting a dirty rag like that
on a burn.

You could catch blood poisoning.

I swear, Mushy,

I don't know what you'd do
if I wasn't here to take care of you.

But you're always here.

Yeah, but what if I wasn't?

Guess I'd have to wait
till you got back.

You do the dishes, Mushy.
I'll hitch up your team for you.

It's getting about that time.

I know.

Just so we both know.

FAVOR:
All right, let's snap it up.

That herd ain't gonna wait all day.

Jim,
as soon as you're finished eating,

you saddle up a horse for our guest.

You and Scarlet can escort him
to Adobe Wells.

Boss, I just got off of night guard.

Good,
then your saddle's already warm.

Uh, boss,
why don't you let me take Coleman in?

Well, I could use
some supplies anyway.

Some supplies?
Are you putting me on?

You done bought up half the staples
of the territory day before yesterday.

Well, yeah,
but I forgot some of the extras.

You know,
like cinnamon, molasses--

Extras?
This crew's spoiled rotten already.

Tough enough
to get a day's work out of them.

They don't need no fancy extras.

Boss, it's important.

Look, Wish, first things first.

First, you don't need supplies.

And another first,
you ain't the right man for the job.

- So get packed and get rolling.
- Mister--

Look, Wish, now.

Come on, Joe.
Time to take our friend here.

- Clippety-clop.
- That's right.

It's time.

WISHBONE:
Right there, Joe.

Stand right there.

What?

I mean it, don't anybody move.

Nobody except us friends, that is.
All right now.

Toss them in back of you.

Oh. What in the name of heaven?

I said, don't anybody move.

Look--

Mr. Wishbone!

Now, the next one's not gonna miss.

All right, all right already.

You had me worried for a while there.
I thought you were never gonna move.

What's it all about, Wish?
What's he to you?

Ancient history, Mr. Favor.

Something won't stay buried.

Take care of the horses.
I'll mind the store.

Mr. Wishbone, you can't do this.

You just take good care of yourself.

Hey, Mr. Quince, I have your gun.

I might as well have your belt
to keep it company.

Hyah, hyah, hyah!

Kindly toss it this way.

Thank you, gentlemen,
for your hospitality.

- Put it down.
- Just one shot.

You might hit Wish.

It just don't make sense.

Pulling a gun on us,

for a crook like that.

Well, he didn't mean to use it.
He didn't mean it.

I'll believe that
when I hear it from him.

Round up the horses.

Jim, you hold the herd here

until Rowdy gets back
with the new men.

I'll catch up when I can.

- I gotta go with you, Mr. Favor.
- Mushy--

I can't let Mr. Wishbone down.
I gotta go with you.

All right.
Pick up enough food for both of us.

Well, still nothing.

Looks like your friends decided
we weren't worth chasing.

I don't have any friends,
not anymore.

Cheer up, George,
you're a free man.

What more do you want?

Just what I had, Straw.

What I'll never have again,
thanks to you.

Come now, George,
that's not a bit kindly.

After all,
I saved your neck in New Orleans.

You're just returning the favor.

Then it's even and quits.

No, no, not quite.

You see, a man can't
undo these things by himself

any more than he can scratch his ear
with his elbow.

You're gonna have
to cut them off me.

Then we part company.

You got a pocketful of files
or something?

We'll find them.

Okay, let's just ride on, friend.

Wait.

I think I'll just relieve you
of your gun.

We wouldn't want any more accidents,
would we, now, friend?

No, Straw.

No more accidents.

The tracks come straight in,
Mr. Favor.

Yeah, maybe too straight in.

You check the barn.

Mr. Favor, over here!

- Mushy, get some water.
- Yes, sir.

Easy now.

MUSHY: Mr. Favor.
FAVOR: Yeah.

You must have heard us come in.
How come you didn't holler out?

For all I know, you could've been
the same one coming back.

- What'd he look like?
- He has billy-goat whiskers, runty.

He rode in alone,
smiling and friendly.

Said he had a wagon broke down
up on the ridge.

Wanted to buy a hammer

and whatever cold chisels
and files I had.

What happened then?

I told him a man that lives as far
from anyplace as I do,

he can't sell what few tools he's got

because he's sure to need them
himself come tomorrow.

I offered to lend.

I said I'd ride out with him
and give him a hand.

He didn't want that either,
and then he rode out.

About 15 minutes later,
I heard a step behind me.

Then the roof come down.

Had to be the same one.

No. It couldn't have been
Mr. Wishbone.

Oh, easy.

- We'll take you into the house.
- I'd be obliged.

There.

Oh.

Hey, put me downwind,
and I'll take off and I'll fly like a bird.

Yeah, well,
you'll be flying on one wing

because this chisel's about had it.

Have faith,
my whiskered little friend,

and use a little more muscle.

You know, you give up too easy.

You even let that old nester
send you away empty-handed.

I'd still like to know
how you changed his mind.

I didn't argue. I'm too smart for that.

I just waved some money
under his nose.

Heh. Now, you wouldn't doubt me,
would you, friend?

Would it make any difference?

You know, looking at you,
it's hard to believe

that you were the man
I used to know.

Back then,
you had a bounce in your step

and a sparkle in your eye.

New Orleans.

You fresh off the boat,
a chip on your shoulder,

a pocketful of money.

Remember?

[BAND PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC]

[DANCERS YELPING]

Hi, handsome.

You feel rich enough
to buy me a drink.

Rich enough but not thirsty enough.

At least, not yet.

Bet 60.

You bet 60. Yeah.

I'll call.

Straight. Ace high.

No hope, no help, friend. Kings full.

Better luck next time.

I've had it for tonight.

Don't worry, sir,
I'll keep the money warm for you.

I found you a mark, Straw.

The one at the wheel,
derby hat, whiskers.

He's got a wallet in his pocket
that's as heavy as he is.

Well, that needn't be money,
but in this case, it could be.

Oh, just in case he winds up
in the river,

I don't wanna know about it, huh?

CROUPIER:
Double aught.

Twenty dollars, please.

CROUPIER:
Place your bets, gentlemen.

I'd bet the black and even.

[BALL CLACKING]

CROUPIER:
Number four, black and even.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

- Why?
- Hmm?

Oh, it's you.

Gambling make you thirsty, huh?

Why tell me
about the crooked wheel?

Oh, I wouldn't say it's crooked.

I just noticed that you do better
going against the big bets

than you do by going with them.

I think I will have that drink,
and it'd pleasure me to buy you one.

Well, that's very kind of you.
Thank you very much.

Coleman's my name.
Straw Coleman.

George W. Wishbone.

You know, if I was a gambling man,
I would bet you that that W stands

- for Washington.
- Washington.

Of course, it would have to.

Yes, it wouldn't be much of a gamble.
Whiskey.

STRAW:
Same, please. Put it on my tab.

Well, you just get into town, huh?

Just come down the river.

Thought I'd stop off for one last fling
before my boat takes off for Texas.

Texas? That's a big place.

Do you have relations there?

Oh, no. Left them all in Tennessee.

I'm gonna have a ranch, raise cattle.

I envy you.

That is something
I've always wanted to do.

To your health, sir.

Well, the way I hear it,
there's room enough for both of us.

Hmm.

It takes a considerable amount of cash
to set up a good spread.

And every time I build up
a big enough pile,

I run into one of those
educated wheels.

Now, cards,
that's an entirely different matter.

Poker, for instance, is a game of luck,
a game of skill--

And a little knowledge
of human nature.

No. No, no, no, Straw.
Your dollar signs are showing.

- I'm not that big a mark.
- Ha, ha.

Well, you must admit,
it was a pretty good try.

[DRUMMER PLAYING
DRUM ROLL]

[BAND PLAYS FANFARE]

Ladies and gentlemen,
the moment you've been waiting for.

The River City Salon
takes great pleasure

in presenting
the pride of New Orleans,

Miss Loreen Bouquet.

[BAND PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC]

[DANCERS SHRIEK]

[CROWD CHEERING]

[DANCERS SHRIEKING]

MAN:
Come on!

[ALL CHEERING]

Hallelujah!

WISHBONE: Ha, ha.
- Amen, friend.

She's all that and more.

Oh, you know her?

Oh. Not as well as I'd like to, no.

She keeps us worshiping her
from a respectable distance.

Oh, well,
that must be because she's never met

a real Tennessee timber wolf.

All I need is an introduction.

Well, you scratch my back
and I'll scratch yours.

Like you said, my friend,

all it takes is a little knowledge
of human nature.

Fair enough. Only I make the rules.

I'm all ears.

Table stakes, one-hour time limit.

Now, if you're on top by then,
we'll play the string out.

But if I'm on top--

Loreen has a Tennessee timber wolf
on her hands.

Ah. Done.

Oh, one thing more,

we'll start with a new deck.

STRAW:
There it is.

One hundred iron men.

Now, either you call

or we have an all-night game
on our hands.

Oh, that wouldn't be polite, Straw.
Remember, we have a date.

I'll call.

Oh.

It rhymes with "blush,"
my Tennessee friend.

Start bleeding.

They're all red.

[SIGHS]

Good hand. But not good enough.

It's like my daddy always said,

it takes a pretty strong hand
to top one lady

but a ten-buggy prayer meeting

to put a lid on four.

This daddy of yours,
does he give lessons on the side?

Well, I'll see if that can be arranged
after our little appointment.

Four queens.

A hundred dollars?

That was only his half.

The other hundred was mine.

You mean you wagered all that money
on an introduction?

So I've got all that extra money
and no one to help me enjoy it.

Have you ever tried your hand
at faro?

Oh, not tonight, Straw.

Mr. Wishbone has an engagement.

Well, at least I hope he has.

I've got a buggy waiting.

Oh, Straw, take back your hundred.

Daddy doesn't approve of gambling.

That is, not for money.

[BAND PLAYING UPBEAT MUSIC]

[CROWD CHEERING]

Well...

Bless my soul.

It's the twinkle toes of New Orleans,
queen of all she beholds,

who keeps her most ardent admirer

languishing on the invisible thread
of hope.

You're overdoing it, buster.

One evening, Miss Bouquet,
that's all I ask.

Accept and New Orleans is yours.

I'm sorry, Mr. Samson.

SAMSON:
Loreen, please.

I said, you're overdoing it, buster.

He what I think he is?

Stagestruck. Hopelessly, I'm afraid.

- Can't say I blame him.
- Oh.

WISHBONE:
What's it going to be, Loreen?

Oh, please, Wish,
don't start that again.

I can't stay here forever.
I've been here a week already.

I know that.

Then why don't you come with me?

As my wife.

I'm asking you to marry me.

I'm flattered, Wish.

Really, more than you'll ever know.

Then why don't you start packing?

I can't.

Loreen, I have over $3,000.

I know that isn't very much,
but it's a start.

A rancher's wife
doesn't have the easiest life,

- but I'll try to make it up to you.
- Please, don't say anything more.

- At least not until you know the truth.
- I know how I feel.

That's truth enough for me.

Wish, listen to me.

[DOOR OPENS]

Pardon the intrusion.
I told you I had something to say,

and I mean to say it.

You have already had your say.

Now, do you get out of here
under your own power,

or do I put wheels under you?

Not until I have finished.

Now, put that thing away
before you hurt yourself.

Wish, let him talk.

Not until he puts that cannon away.

What--?

LOREEN:
Wish!

[LOREEN GASPS]

Loreen.

Loreen.

George, I heard the shot.
What happened?

Straw...

She's dead.

Oh, it was an accident.

Some drunk came in,
started an argument.

Had a gun.
We struggled over it and it went off.

I didn't see anybody.

He was here.

Here's his gun.

It was an accident.

I know it was an accident,
you know it,

but you think you can get away
with a story like that?

I'm not trying to get away
with anything.

I'll tell them what happened.

George, everybody in town knows
you've been seeing Loreen.

Now you're gonna say you were having
dinner by candlelight in her apartment,

then some mysterious drunk
breaks in and you fight over a gun,

and she was killed by accident?

They won't even wait for the trial.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters anymore.

Well, it sure does. Your life matters.
There's no point in both of you--

George, you gotta get out of town,
and keep going.

- There's nothing else you can do.
- I can't leave her. Not like this.

George, you owe it to her to get
out of town. You understand that?

Look, I'll take care of her.

I promise you.

Al right. But I want the best for her.

The best money can buy.

STRAW:
Easy money,

bright lights, beautiful women.

Those were the days.

They could've been.

Yeah, you've got something there,
friend.

I could've been a millionaire,
with the right cards at the right time.

And you could've had
the biggest cattle ranch in all Texas.

[CHUCKLES]

That's our trouble. We have to live
with what we could've been.

Aha.

Like I said, George,
all it took was a little faith

and a lot of exercise.

Well, whatever it took,
it's over and done.

New Orleans, those chains,
and you and me.

Now, you've got your horse and a gun
and a head start.

The rest is up to you.

Not just me.

Both of us.

See, I still have some miles to go,

and I never was able to carry on
a conversation with myself.

Call it, uh, insurance.
Call it life insurance.

It's just my way of seeing
that your friends stay away from me.

They're probably not my friends
anymore.

You've got nothing to worry about.

Always copper your bet, George,

especially when the stakes
are about as high as they can get.

Now, that lawman,
the one who put the chains on me,

he's stone cold.

I didn't mean to hit him that hard,

but my neck is on the block now.

That means I don't trust anybody.

Not even you, an old friend.

Where do we go from here?

To the end of the rainbow,
to the pot of gold.

That lawman didn't catch up to me

until after I'd separated the bank
from its assets.

My partner got away with it,

and they're both waiting for me now
at the Caribou relay station.

So until I get on that eastbound stage,
you stay with me, George.

I insist.

Well, might as well get going.

Cover a lot of miles before sunup.

Still warm, Mr. Favor.

They can't be too far ahead.
Maybe we'll catch up with them today.

Then what, Mushy?

He got these off,
he got Coleman this far.

Why is he staying with him?

Well, Mr. Wishbone's got a reason.
I'm sure.

I hope so, Mushy.

I surely do hope so.

CARMODY: Afternoon, gents.
- Ah.

CARMODY:
Come far?

Far enough.

CARMODY:
Say, might your name be Coleman?

It might.

Friend of yours has been waiting
inside most of the week.

Getting kind of itchy, I'd say.

When's the eastbound due?

Well, give or take a day or two,
I'd say about sundown.

Aha.

Would you mind
seeing to the horses, please?

That'll be six bits apiece.

Well, now, my friend,
I think we can make that an even, uh,

$5?

Look, mister, for this kind of money,
I'll even tuck them in.

Come on. Come on.

Well, inside, George.

Well, there's no point
waiting in the sun.

We've been thirsty too long as it is.

Well, well, well, Miss Barleycorn.

Straw.

Just where do you think you've been
all this time leaving me here stranded

in the middle of nowhere?

Two days. You said two lousy days.

STRAW: Loreen,
you're forgetting your manners.

Now, look,
I found an old friend of ours.

The only old friend I wanna see
is civilization...

Wish.

It can't be.

No, it can't be.

Heh. No, you're not having
hallucinations, George.

She's real enough.

Please, my friend, touch her.

Or maybe, better yet,
give her a kiss on the cheek,

for old times' sake.

Why, Straw? Why?

Loreen, you shock me.
Here I resurrect the ghost of the man

you've spent all these years
dreaming about,

and I don't even get
so much as a thank-you.

Please, dear, the money?

Yeah, right close to my heart,
the way you taught me.

You didn't have to bring him here.

Since when do you tell your dear,
devoted husband what to do?

Husband?

That's right, George,
since New Orleans.

Even a little before that.

Then it was all a lie.

A lie?

You call the most masterful swindle
of the century a lie?

My friend, that's like calling
the Grand Canyon a creek bed.

Here I go to all the trouble of hiring
an alcoholic actor

to portray my interpretation of Iago,

a performance that forces you
into swindling yourself,

and you simply label it as a lie?

Oh, alas, but true.

Genius knows no recognition.

However, on the other hand,
I must admit it must be rather a shame

to learn the truth. Ahem.

After all these years,

to learn that your deceased love
was only the means

by which you were deprived of $3,000
must come as quite a shock.

You brought me here for this.

Oh, no, not just for this,
for the look on your face.

The look on both your faces.
It's worth its weight in gold.

Two lovers reunited at long last,

once more
sharing their tender memories.

Wish, believe me,

I did everything I could
not to let it happen.

I wasn't the woman for you, but--

Well, I didn't want you hurt.

I only went through with it--

Well, what does it matter now?

Maybe not to you, dear,
but it matters to me.

Then and now.

You see, she was 19

when I found her in a dance hall.

Nineteen and dewy-eyed and stupid.

Now, I had to teach her how to walk,
how to dress,

how to do everything except breathe.

Then we were starting to clean up
when you came along.

Now, after that,
she forgot how to smile at a man

without feeling sorry for him.

And that cost me money.

And a lot of miserable years.

It cost us all that, Straw.

Maybe even more than we know.

Oh, I don't know.

This helps to dull the pain,
of course.

But think of it, George.

Think of the carefree life
you're gonna lead

now that you know that Loreen
is alive.

Now, I'm surprised
you haven't thanked me.

Except for the salt and pepper,
you haven't changed much, Wish.

Neither have you, Loreen.

You could still set New Orleans
on its ear.

All these years,
where have you been?

Did you ever get that ranch?

STRAW:
Pots and pans, Loreen.

He's a bean-slinger on a cattle drive.

That's all the ranch he ever found.

I think maybe it's about time you went
back to your rolling cook stove, friend.

You've served your purpose.

Wrong, Straw.

It's the other way around.

For the first time in your life,
you've served a purpose.

Now you've got your money
and you've had your little joke.

Why don't you take both
and go back into the jungle

where all three of you belong?

My, my.

The worm not only turns but he talks.

Let's see what else he can do.

Straw, it's done. It's over.

There isn't anything else
you can do to us.

Now, do I start counting,

or do I start you off
with a little wiggle?

Aah! Straw, please!

[GUNSHOT]

What's going on?

STRAW: You needn't concern
yourself now, friend.

It's just a little lesson in gratitude.

Put it away, Coleman.
I played puppet for you once.

I'm not going to do it again.

Why, it's a shame.

Now maybe I guess
I should start you wiggling.

Straw, you ca--

[GUNSHOT]

Loreen.

It was an accident.

I didn't mean to hurt--

Horses, women.

I never could pick them right.

That's the story of my life.

Wish?

I watched her die like this
once before.

She was prettier then.

Like a dream right out of a rainbow.

When I found her again,
it was like a memory come back to life.

A memory and a dream.

Well, I still got that.

At least I got that.

Head them up!

Move them out!

[HERDERS YELLING]