All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E29 Incident of the Gilded Goddess.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)

Ah, all right, get some wood.
And bring up that bucket.

All right, now get a wiggle on
down to that stream.

It's too hot to wiggle, Mr. Wishbone.

Then run with this.

There and back, full of water.

Look, Mr. Wishbone.

Will you get a wiggle on,
you lead-bottomed--?

Over there, look.

Is she, uh...?

Yeah, she's a woman.

- I mean...
- Yeah, she's breathing.

Just scratched up a mite.
Heat must have got her.

Go saddle up one of the team
and go fetch Mr. Favor.

Mushy, I said, go fetch Mr. Favor.

[CATTLE MOOING]

That isn't soup, Mr. Wishbone.
That's liquid gold.

Heh, specialty of the house, ma'am.

WISHBONE:
Oh!

[LISA CHUCKLES]

I suppose that, uh, recipe
is a closely-guarded secret.

Well, the fellows all call it
my adobe soup, ma'am.

It's one part mud
and one part water.

[CHUCKLES]

[WISHBONE CLEARS THROAT]

Uh, Mr. Favor, this is, uh...
Um, uh...

- Heh, Lisa Temple.
- Mr. Favor's our trail boss.

Heh, well, that explains that dark,
forbidding look I'm getting.

Oh, I'm afraid these clothes aren't
exactly designed to impress a stranger.

FAVOR:
Mm-hm.

A blanket might help.
Mushy, a blanket.

What are you doing out here,
Miss, uh, Temple?

Uh, Mrs. Temple.

I'm on my way to Fort Bradley
to visit my husband.

Well, isn't that a coincidence.

Bradley's right in New Mexico,

- right on our way.
LISA: Oh!

MUSHY: Here you are, ma'am.
I shook it out real smart.

Oh, thank you, Mushy.

That shirt could use
some mending too.

Um...

Oh, right after supper, of course.

Come on, Mushy, we got
a whole parcel of drovers to feed.

I'm afraid I've been keeping your men
from their chores, Mr. Favor, heh.

Yeah.

You were on your way
to Fort Bradley, Mrs. Temple.

From Langtry City.

But my idiot horse
thought differently

and he went one way
and I went the other, head first.

Hiking never was my favorite sport.

You were, um,
riding out here alone?

I always travel alone, Mr. Favor,
when I'm in a hurry.

Well, um, why don't you
rest up the night here?

Come sunup, I'll have one of my men
take you into Palo Pinto.

- Palo Pinto? But that's--
- Eight miles due east of here.

Federal Marshal's office there.
He'll see that you get back to Langtry.

Uh, Mr. Favor,
I don't think you understand.

Like I said, I'm in a hurry.

You see, my husband's being
transferred to the Presidio in California

and if I don't get to Bradley
by the beginning of the month,

I'll miss him completely.

Federal Marshal
will still get you there

a sight quicker
than we ever could.

On the strength of a pretty smile?

You see, Mr. Favor,
I haven't got any money.

Everything I had was in the saddlebags
on that horse going due north.

I've got a few odds and ends
in my bag, that's all I have left.

Plus a pretty little smile.

You was going all the way
to Fort Bradley on that?

Well, it's gotten me this far,
hasn't it?

[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]

Well, we're in luck, Mr. Favor.
Rio Seco's real low.

It's no chore to cross at all.

This can't be Mushy.

And it sure ain't Wishbone.

We got us a mirage right here
in the middle of camp.

Rowdy, heh.

Rowdy Yates,
it just doesn't seem possible.

After all these time,
you haven't changed a bit.

QUINCE: Now I know I've seen it all.
- Hello, Louise.

Louise?

Oh, Rowdy knew me in Langtry City

when I was just plain
Lisa Louise McAdams,

before I married Major Temple.

Maybe you'd, uh, better get some rest,
Mrs. Temple.

Might be we're gonna need it.

Well, heh, vanity first, Mr. Favor.

My beauty sleep's just gonna
have to wait

until I separate myself
from some of this prairie dust.

I think I can make it down to
that creek alone, but coming back...

Would you mind, Rowdy?

- You'll be needing a towel, miss.
- Oh, thank you, heh.

Oh, that Rowdy.

He could fall into a dry well
and come up with a handful of roses.

And a bucketful of thorns.

Louise Vestal, Goddess of Chance
and the Queen of the Temple of Gold,

right there on her knees in the mud,
like any mortal woman.

If your subjects could
only see you now.

- Towel, please.
- Oh.

What happened, Louise? You try to fill
an inside straight with an honest deck?

Rowdy.

Or did one of your subjects
finally realize

that poker table
wasn't an altar after all?

Rowdy, the Temple of Gold is dead,
and its goddess is buried with it.

ROWDY:
Oh.

What happened? That, uh...

That crooked sheriff of yours
find himself a mortal woman?

Well, I guess I deserved that one.

That crooked sheriff is dead, Rowdy.
They say that I murdered him.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, a woman kill a man like that,
she can't be all bad.

I didn't kill anyone.

All I did was compromise
with my conscience.

Oh, a goddess with a conscience?

Well, your temple
might have come tumbling down,

but it'll take a lot more than that

to pull the Louise Vestal I knew
off her pedestal.

Rowdy, I'm trying to change.
You've gotta believe that.

They wouldn't give me a chance.
They wouldn't let me do anything.

"They"?

Those illustrious city fathers who
got rich off the graft that I paid them.

They warned me
not to close the Temple.

- Yeah, you closed it anyway?
- I had to, Rowdy.

Don't you see? It was the only way
I could start living with myself again.

The sheriff gave me an argument.

And we had a little trouble
and the gun went off.

I didn't even see him fall.

In order to protect themselves,
they blamed me for his murder.

I had no one to turn to, so I ran.

[SCOFFS]

Yeah, you running,
that seems impossible.

Rowdy, I gotta get across the border.
I gotta get out of Texas.

- There's nothing holding you here.
- But I can't make it alone.

I tried
and look what happened to me.

Oh, no, cattle drives
and runaway goddesses just don't mix.

Rowdy.

Rowdy, you could talk to Mr. Favor.
He'd listen to you.

You could persuade him
to let me stay with you

just till you cross over the border
into New Mexico.

Well, I could help Wishbone
with the cooking--

Tell the truth, then, will you?

Rowdy, I'm telling you the truth.

Isn't that what's important?

I'm not asking you
to save my old life, Rowdy.

I'm asking you to save the new one.

All I need is a chance.

Just a chance to start a new life,
and have a new home, a new name.

Oh, Rowdy, please,
you gotta help me.

[SIGHS]

[CATTLE MOOING]

[PLAYING MOUTH ORGAN]

[LISA HUMMING]

Mushy, you got any bacon grease?

- What for?
- Keeps my hair down slick.

What's the matter with the way it is?

Just get the grease.

No use, Jim.

Not even an ax is gonna help with
what you got to live with.

Oh, that's real funny, Joe.
How would you like a shave?

- I'll take it back. You're beautiful.
- That's better.

My, oh, my.
Well, ain't this comfy and cozy?

Everybody sitting around the fire.

If you're getting all slicked up
to go nighthawking,

uh, you're a half-hour late.

- Yes, sir.
- Just leaving, boss.

Here's your bacon grease,
Mr. Toothless.

Oh, forget it, Mushy. Them cows
like my hair just the way it is.

- She changed much, Rowdy?
- Hmm?

Since, uh, Langtry City.

Oh.

Well, one of us has changed.

I'm just not exactly sure
which one, heh.

Well, while you're figuring it out,

would you mind doing it
out by the herd?

Oh.

There you are, Mrs. Temple.

All nice and sewed. I washed I,
but I don't have a smoothing iron.

Oh, Wishbone,
if wasn't a married woman,

you'd sure need some protection.

Look at that, Mr. Favor.

A professional seamstress
couldn't have done any better.

Uh, yeah.

We'll start you back
first thing in the morning.

Well, Mr. Favor, don't you think
that's a little soon?

She still got a touch of
the Weary Fever.

She'll stay in the supply wagon.
Fix her a place.

WISHBONE: Mr. Favor, I--
- Yeah?

Ah, I'll fix the supply wagon.

Oh, Mr. Favor, heh, I'm sorry.

Uh, I mean, my being here
and upsetting your cattle drive and all.

Nothing's upset yet.

Well, I mean, it's not right to take
Wishbone away from his work,

just to escort me.

Wishbone won't be escorting you.

Oh. Well, who?

How about your old friend,
Rowdy Yates?

WISHBONE: All right, Mushy, come on,
get out of there.

Now go pull those fire irons
and load the wagon.

Oh, I got you all fixed up
nice and roomy, ma'am.

Oh, that looks very cozy,
Mr. Wishbone.

Mushy, I told you
to go load the wagon.

Yes, sir.

- All set to move out.
ROWDY: Fine.

How long do you figure
before we reach Rio Seco?

ROWDY: By sundown at least.
- Good.

- You'll be able to catch up, then.
- Catch up?

Yeah, you're taking Mrs. Temple
to Palo Pinto.

Hey, hold on. Just a minute.
How come me?

Why not you?

According to Mrs. Temple,
you two are old friends.

Well, I wouldn't exactly say friends,
exactly.

Oh, what would you call it?

Any one of these drovers would give
a month's pay to play escort to her.

Why don't you send her
to Palo Pinto with--?

That's not where she wants
to go, Rowdy.

Well, I can't help that.
Send her with Quince or Toothless.

- What about--?
- Rowdy, I want to make sure

she gets there all right.
Understand?

All right, I'll take care of her.

I'm sure you will.

Wishbone, Mushy,
let's get that chuck wagon rolling.

MUSHY:
Yes, sir.

Come on.

Just wanted to say goodbye, ma'am.

Oh, Mushy.

It isn't much, but it's the nicest way
I know to say thank you.

[LISA CHUCKLES]

And Mr. Wishbone.

Whiskers, adobe soup,
needle and thread and all,

- I'll just never forget you.
- Heh, it's been a pleasure, ma'am.

LISA: Mr. Scarlett, Mr. Quince,
Mr. Toothless,

I just want you to know that I have
never been treated so kindly before

by such real gentlemen.

And Mr. Favor,
I'll never forget your hospitality

as long as I live, I promise.

I promise, I'll never forget
your bright little smile.

All right, let's move out.

You ready?

Rowdy, I'm grateful.

- For what?
- For what you've done.

Oh, I admit, for a while there,

I was afraid
you weren't going to help me, heh.

What do you call "help"?

Well, you're here, aren't you?

I mean, I was under the impression
that you'd asked to be my escort.

No, Louise, why would I do that?

[ROWDY SHOUTING]

[ROWDY GRUNTS]

Louise? Louise.

[LAUGHING]

What's so funny, huh?

[LISA LAUGHING]

Do you mind telling me
what's so funny?

Just ten seconds to sound off.

This.

[LISA LAUGHS]

Where did you get that?

Without that, the wheel can't
stay on the axle, can it, Rowdy?

Without the wheel,
the wagon can't roll.

And without a wagon, we're not gonna
get to Palo Pinto now, are we?

If this had come off
on that ridge back there,

we wouldn't be going anywhere.

You could have killed yourself.

- Killed myself, huh?
- That's right.

And what do you think you and that
stiff-necked trail boss of yours

are trying to do to me?

You think that marshal is just
gonna pat me on the head

and send me on my way
with a benevolent benediction?

If the charges against you
are false, he may.

Throw myself on the mercy
of the court?

Is that what you're gonna suggest?

Well, take another look, Rowdy.

The queen of the Temple of Gold,
the Goddess of Chance,

who uses a poker table for an altar
and a roulette wheel for a heart,

how much of a chance do you think
she's gonna have, huh?

The same chance Lisa Temple
would get if she told the truth.

Tsk, ah, don't be naive, Rowdy.

They're not gonna take my word,

the word of a notorious
gambling queen,

against those illustrious city fathers.

Well, they're never gonna
believe me.

Oh, Rowdy.

Rowdy, I've lived with lies
for too long in my life.

And now I'm being punished for it.

But more than anything else,
I need someone to believe in me.

It's a matter of life and death,
Rowdy, don't you understand?

[ROWDY SIGHS]

There's a toolbox under that seat.
Get it, will you?

Huh?

Well, we gotta get this wheel
on the wagon.

- And then what?
- What do you usually do with wagons?

Now listen, Rowdy--

Look, I'll listen your ear off
when we get this wagon moving.

A while back, you laughed at me
when I mentioned my conscience.

Well, how's your conscience,
Mr. Yates?

How does it feel
to be playing executioner?

Oh, Rowdy, please, let me go.

You could say that I just, uh, wrecked
the wagon or ran away or anything.

Well, if you won't help me,
at least you could let me help myself.

Look, just keep your back turned
and fuss with that wheel,

and I'll just walk away.

I'll just walk out of here
and out of your life

and you'll never see me again ever.
I promise. I swear to you.

We gotta get moving if we're gonna
catch up to the drive.

- To the drive?
- Right.

Oh, Rowdy.

[LISA MOANS]

[MEN SHOUTING]

String them out there.

Head them toward the flats.

Why don't you climb in the back
and get a little rest?

I feel like
I'm back in the Temple of Gold

rolling around
in one of my dice cups.

Tip your hat, Mr. Breen.

The Goddess of Langtry City
is passing by.

We've been eating a lot of dust
looking for her.

Let's get it over with.

Did you forget, Mr. Breen,
that ours is a mission of justice?

That's right, justice.

Our job is not to pass sentence
on the Goddess, Mr. Breen.

Our friends have a stake in this too.

Will you please find them?
And remind them to bring along a rope.

FAVOR:

My, my, my.

What's the matter?

What do you mean,
what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

This coffee, it's wonderful,
best you've ever done.

- Same as always, ain't it?
- Oh, it's better than always.

- Are you kidding me?
- That's right, ah.

FAVOR:
Yuck.

MUSHY:
Mr. Favor.

Mr. Rowdy's coming with the wagon.

Here, get him a cup of coffee.
He'll be needing it.

- Hey, you made pretty good time.
- Yeah.

- Any, uh, trouble?
- No, no trouble.

What about Ms. Temple? The marshal
gonna get her to Bradley all right?

Well, we didn't get to see the marshal.
We didn't got to Palo Pinto.

[FAVOR GRUNTS]

Oh, no.

Well, what did you do with her?

[SIGHS]

- Coffee, Mr. Rowdy. Hot and strong.
- Thanks, Mushy.

Well, let's have it.
Come on, the whole ugly story.

Can I get you some food,
Mr. Rowdy?

Uh, no. No, thanks, Mushy.

- Now, Rowdy. Now.
- Did you have a good trip?

I bet you hated to say goodbye
to that beautiful lady.

[FAVOR CLEARS THROAT]

Would you come on
and do your dishes?

Today.

Uh, she's wanted for murder, boss.
A murder she didn't commit.

Yeah, well, what's that got to do
with anything?

ROWDY:
She needs help.

Oh, well, the marshal will give her
all the help she needs and then some.

No. Uh, she wouldn't have a chance
with the law.

- Take my word for that.
- Your word or hers?

Look, we're the only ones
who can help her out.

All she needs is, uh, two or three days
and we'll be in New Mexico.

Seeing as, uh,
we're not a wagon train,

we ain't particularly equipped
for passengers.

Especially women passengers
and most especially

and particularly women passengers
on the run from the law.

I know, I've been through all that,
both with her and myself.

Oh, I see.

And what else
did she tell you, Rowdy?

Just that as soon as
she gets out of Texas, uh,

she can breathe clean air,
start a new life, new name.

- Tsk, and you believed all that?
- Yeah, I believed all that.

You didn't last night.

Why the, uh, sudden change
of heart?

Oh.

Well, I just thought it over, that's all.

She needs somebody.
A woman like that needs someone.

Oh, you are great.
Heh, you really are.

A woman like that
doesn't need anybody.

Not you or me or anybody.

There's only one thing she needs.
It's that pretty little smile.

[HOOFBEATS APPROACHING]

Hogan's the name.
A.J. Hogan out of Langtry City.

FAVOR: What do you want?
- Some information.

- You the trail boss?
- That's right.

Looking for a woman.

Louise Vestal is her name.

She's better known
as the Goddess of Chance.

Mite short on goddesses
around here.

- What do you want her for?
- Murder.

Sheriff of Langtry City made
the mistake of turning his back on her.

Well, if it isn't the honorable
A.J. Hogan,

beloved chairman of our city council,

complete with his assortment of
house-broken ring-tailed puppets.

You always knew
how to make an entrance, Louise.

That's not all I knew how to make,
right, Mr. Chairman?

What was your take from the Temple,
20 percent?

Look at him, Mr. Favor.

A pillar of society whose balloon
of respectability started to come down

when I decided
to ring down the curtain

on Louise Vestal
and their goldmine of graft.

Why don't you stick
to the facts, Louise?

The sheriff, not you,
closed that gambling hall down.

And this gentleman
is our local schoolteacher.

Mr. Respectability himself.

He owes me so much money
in gambling debts

he's only got only two choices:
kill himself or me.

We aren't here to talk, Goddess.

[SCOFFS]

And this noble soul is Jeremiah Breen,
my most persistent admirer.

Always found time to woo me
with flowers and promises.

Money too.

Where did you get the money,
Mr. Breen?

- From your wife and children?
- That's enough, Louise!

That will never be enough.

Al I wanted from you hypocrites
was a chance.

A chance to be a decent
law-abiding citizen, just like you.

No, not just like you.

Not even a tinsel goddess in a
cardboard temple would sink that low.

FAVOR:
You're all through now, I hope?

No, Mr. Favor, we are not through.

This woman committed a murder.

If you try to stop us
from taking her into custody,

you're guilty of harboring a fugitive.

Uh, that there word "guilty", um.

That's a courtroom law

and I don't recollect having been tried
and convicted of anything lately.

Besides, I don't see a badge
among you.

HOGAN:
The badge was buried, Mr. Favor,

along with the man
that was wearing it.

Oh, I'll admit some of the things
she said were true.

We did invest
in her gambling house.

We did take some of the profits
out of it.

We did, that is, until she decided
to use it as a club

and blackmail us into silence.

That's when we knew he had
to take what was coming to us,

so we closed her down.

She fought back,
shot the sheriff and ran.

You see, we're partly responsible
for what she is.

And we've got a responsibility
to take her back.

Well, she belongs to the law
and the law is gonna get her.

Sorry, that's the way it's gonna be.

We are the law in Langtry City.

Yeah, well, maybe, uh, you ought to
get back to Langtry City.

You're a long way from home.

We have come a long way,

but, Louise, I promise you
we're not going back without you.

Rowdy, Mr. Favor,
I just don't know how to thank you.

For what?

For trusting in me.
For believing in me.

Oh, you don't know
how much it means.

Yeah, well, we didn't have
any other choice really.

No, I didn't either. I had to run.

Well, you saw what Hogan
and his men are like.

I had to keep on running
until I found someone like you

and Mr. Favor who'd give me
a chance to prove myself.

Oh, you'll get your chance, all right.

I'm taking you to the marshals
in the morning.

Good night.

[LISA GRUNTS]

[HORSE NEIGHS]

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Come back here!

FAVOR:
It is a nice night for a walk, ain't it?

[LISA CHUCKLES]

Oh, Mr. Favor.

- Well, you must be a light sleeper too.
- Uh-huh.

[LISA CHUCKLES]

I, uh, thought I heard Hey Soos
calling a horse or something.

You know, wandering out here alone
like this, you're sort of inviting trouble.

I never invite trouble, Mr. Favor.

It usually drops in on me
and surprises me.

[BOTH CHUCKLE]

Oh, um, one thing.

Just how far do you think
you would have gotten traveling alone?

I mean, no provisions,
no horse, no gun, rough country,

and a whole posse out there
waiting for you.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, I almost had a horse,
Mr. Favor,

but, uh, Hey Soos sleeps even lighter
than you do.

You know, you're such a cool-headed,
calculating and realistic woman,

yet here you are
trying to run off alone.

I ain't much good at riddles.
Maybe you could solve it for me.

It's simple.

This cool-headed, calculating, realistic
woman has learned a few things.

I've learned that
I have to be cool-headed

and calculating
about other people too.

Like who?

Like you and Rowdy
and the men that work for you.

- It's not fair what I've done.
- Well, they've enjoyed it.

Scarlett and Quince
had a reason to shave.

Toothless even found out
what a comb was for again.

Yeah, but they've become
accessories to a murder charge.

No, I had no right to involve you.

Rowdy seems to think
that we should be involved.

Well, that's my fault too.

I played on his sympathy.
I pleaded with him for help.

Oh, a nice man like that,
he's so warm and honest--

And so easy to wrap around
your finger.

[CHUCKLES]

Tell me, Mr. Favor,

how does a woman go about
wrapping you around her finger?

By not trying to,
and by not running away from things.

I'm really running away from you,
you know.

Oh?

Why?

Well, I've been distracting to your men
and I've slowed up your cattle drive.

I've put you in jeopardy
with Hogan's men and with the law.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Favor.

I just wish I could
start all over again with you.

If you really mean that,
there is a way.

We could start over together

at the marshal's office.

HEY SOOS:
Señor Favor.

Oh, I'm sorry,
I thought I heard something.

Well, it's all right.

Say, would you mind
saddling my horse?

And that one there would do
just fine for Mrs. Temple.

- You mean we're leaving now?
- Sure, why not?

This way we'll get a good jump
on your friend Hogan out there.

And it will save the trouble
of another painful farewell to the boys.

Hey Soos can take care of it.

Oh, and maybe you'd
better stay here.

We wouldn't you wandering off
in the dark again.

Is there anything
I can get you for the trip?

[CHUCKLES]

I'll be back in minute.

- Why, that--
- Don't say it, señora.

A lesson I learned long ago:

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

A closed mouth catches no flies.

Mr. Favor.

This stirrup is kind of long.

[FAVOR SIGHS]

What are you gonna tell
the marshal?

I'll let you do the telling.

What if I'm guilty after all?

Well, heh, that would be your problem,
wouldn't it? Not mine.

Well, what if I'd been lying
and Hogan was telling the truth?

Yeah, so?

Heh. Oh, no matter.

I keep forgetting you're the one man
I can't twist around my little finger.

Then why don't you stop trying?

Might save you
a skinned knuckled or two.

[GUNSHOT]

[MEN SHOUTING
AND CATTLE MOOING]

- Any sign of the boss?
- Nope.

Not that posse either.
It just seemed to disappeared.

- I wish he hadn't gone off like that.
QUINCE: Hey, Rowdy!

Found him wandering lose
out there in the open.

You just keep the herd moving.
Come on.

QUINCE:
How bad, Rowdy?

Well, he's alive.

"I need someone to believe in me."

- What did you say?
- Get him back to Wishbone.

- Yeah, but--
- Get him back.

Oh, that's fine. Fine.

That'll do just fine.

There you are, Louise,
just as I promised you.

This time, there'll be
no misguided knights of the plain

to come and pull it down.

Mighty nice of you to come riding
after us, Goddess.

Made it just about as easy
as it can be.

But I didn't--

- Hogan, you can't--
- Louise, Louise, just watch.

Keep your eyes open
and watch as long as you can.

Bring over the horse, Tom.

[GUNSHOT]

That horse stays put.
And so do you.

Oh, Rowdy, I knew you'd come.
I knew you'd save me.

Drop the gun belts. Now.

You're making a mistake, cowboy.
This is our business, not yours.

A man with a bullet in his back
makes it my business.

They did it, Rowdy.

They killed Mr. Favor.
No warning, no nothing.

- Just a bullet in the back.
- Move over here.

She's lying.

She came riding in to us.
She was all alone.

Don't pull that trigger yet, Rowdy.

Not till he knows
what it feels like to beg.

The show's over, Goddess.

HOGAN: You're making a mistake,
cowboy. A big mistake.

I made one mistake. I'm not planning
on making another, mister.

You know, it's a funny thing
about poison, boy.

It comes in all kinds of containers.

Some of them are even pretty.

Louder, Hogan. A man on his knees,
he's gotta speak up real loud.

Everybody she touches
turns green inside and sort of rots.

It's a slow way of dying
that even a scalpel can't cut out.

But there is one cure.

We know it and I think you do too.

Keep talking, Hogan.

Pretty soon we're all gonna
be singing spirituals.

- Get your horse.
- Well, my hands.

HOGAN:
One man is dead, maybe another.

As for us, I guess we're all dying
a little bit inside,

because we looked and we listened
and we let her poison sink in.

Let us finish what we started.
It's the only way.

You are finished, Hogan.
All of you.

ROWDY: All right, get on your horses.
- Rowdy.

But they're murderers.
They killed Mr. Favor.

You can't just let them ride away.

You believe what she said, cowboy?

If I did, you wouldn't be riding out
of here. Now get moving.

Well, I guess you're right.

There's no point in
wasting ammunition on them.

What's more important
is you and me.

You shut up. Get on that horse.

Rowdy, you don't believe them,
do you?

- You don't think I killed Mr. Favor.
- You liar. You rotten...

All right, ah.

All right, I'm a liar and a murderess.

I'm everything
anybody ever said I was.

So I guess
there's just one thing left to do,

pull that trigger.

What's the matter, Rowdy,
you find it difficult to shoot a woman?

I'll make it easier for you.

How's that?

[CHUCKLES]

Just isn't a fair fight, is it?

You got a gun,
but you also got a conscience.

Yeah, you're right about the gun.

But you're wrong about
that conscience.

A fellow once told me, if you're ever
gonna get shot, let a woman do it.

They never been known
to hit anything yet.

I don't know, feels like
she did pretty good though.

[FAVOR GROANS]

Oh, thanks.

[FAVOR SIGHS]

[FAVOR COUGHS]

There's not a sign of him,
boss, nowhere.

Looked everyplace
he should've been. He wasn't.

- What about the girl?
- That isn't a girl.

Lacking the broom and the boiling pot,
it's purebred witch.

All the more reason, ugh,
to find him, then.

Well, you're not going.
You couldn't get two miles that way.

MUSHY:
Mr. Favor.

Mr. Favor, Rowdy is coming.

- The girl's not with him.
- Looks like she found her broom.

- That's kind of a fancy-looking rig
FAVOR: Ugh.

- You got there.
- Thank you.

[ROWDY SIGHS]

FAVOR:
Hmm?

Thanks.

Where is she?

ROWDY: Ah.
- What did you do with her?

She's with the marshal,
Hogan and the rest of them.

She's their problem now
and she better stay that way.

You know what she said?

The last thing she said to me
was she wanted me to believe in her,

and thanked me for trying.

- Can you imagine that?
- You tried pretty hard.

Yeah, I almost did.

[ROWDY SIGHS]

Head them up!

Move them out!

[MEN SHOUTING]