All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E31 Incident of the Peyote Cup.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)

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[IN ENGLISH] There's nothing to fear.
I won't hurt you.

- Are you alone?
- Si, I'm alone.

You must go away.

- Go away?
- You must not stay here.

Please,
they must have seen you already.

It is not safe.

Not safe? But why?
I have done nothing.

- Please. Just go.
- Wait a minute. What is it?

Are you in some kind of trouble?

No, señor. It's you. You will be...

No, you must hide now.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

- No.
HEY SOOS: Get away from my horse!

[SPEAKING IN SPANISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
Get away from my caballo.

Just drop the reins.

Stop! Please make them stop.

No. No, you mustn't do this.
You mustn't!

Stop him. He'll destroy you.

He'll destroy all of us. Please.

[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

[HOWLING]

Here. You go feed them.

My hands are all doughy.

Pretty quiet out there, Mr. Quince?

Yes, quiet as a graveyard, Mushy.
Quiet as a graveyard.

All right, Mushy, break out his pack,
give him his ration.

How do you like being a drover
by now, Mr. Brothers?

Uh, was just reflecting tonight

how quiet the cattle seem
on their bed ground.

Well, this country we're traveling over,
they're just plain wore out.

Yes. Yes, and it's something
of a shame, isn't it?

The start of the journey,
they're real range-wild.

Then after each day,

they get a little wearier,
little more tired.

Until by the time
they're at the end of the drive,

they're quite manageable,
I suppose, aren't they?

And then the slaughterhouse.

Huh?

Brothers, you seem to be
quite a philosopher.

No. No, not anymore, Mr. Favor.

I'd sure like to know
why you took him on

when he flat out admitted
he was a drinker.

One drink in the morning,
one drink at night.

He says he needs that to keep going.
So far he's stuck to it.

Yeah, so far.

But I'm just waiting for the night
he comes sneaking around the wagon

to dig that bottle out.

I've never known you to take on
a stray like that before.

Maybe because I never come across
a stray like him before.

Maybe I'm just curious.

Well, curiosity can kill you,
you know that.

My gosh and by golly. It do seem
I've heard that before somewhere.

[DOG BARKING NEARBY]

[UTENSILS CLANG]

Mushy, I've already told you
that that's nothing but a...

[MAN YELLING NEARBY]

That ain't no coyote.

[YELLING CONTINUES]

Sounds more like a man.

A rider's coming in.

[YELLING]

It's Hey Soos.

[YELLING]

FAVOR:
Hey. Hey, take it easy.

Nobody's gonna hurt you.

BROTHERS:
What's the matter? Is he hurt?

WISHBONE: It's more like he was out
of his head with fever.

Only he doesn't have a fever.

- Señor Favor?
- Hey Soos, what's the matter?

What happened to you?

Don't let them catch you.

Poison.
They'll make you drink poison.

Poison? What kind of poison?

Doesn't it burn?
The fire, you're all on fire!

FAVOR:
Come on, let's get him back to camp.

HEY SOOS: No, no.
- Easy. Easy. Easy.

- Hey Soos.
HEY SOOS: It's a trick. No.

You're all on fire. It's a trap.

[HEY SOOS SPEAKING
INDISTINCTLY]

Don't drink the poison, señor.

[HEY SOOS SPEAKING
IN SPANISH]

HEY SOOS [IN ENGLISH]:
It's poison. Poison.

All right, get out of my way
or I'll spill this right down your necks.

All right, Mr. Favor.
Let's hold him up here.

Let's see if he'll take a little of this.

- How you feeling now?
- Better, I think.

- You still seeing things like you were?
- Not so bad.

The girl, where is she?

The Indian girl, the one
who brought me back to camp.

Whoever brought you back
didn't stick around.

We got a couple boys out
looking now

but probably won't find anything
in the dark.

Oh, she can't go back.
They'll kill her if she goes back.

They'll kill her.

- Well, any luck?
- No, it got too dark. We lost the trail.

That's too bad.

Was sure hoping we could find out
what happened. And why.

We still don't know
what it was they gave him.

- It's not like any poison I ever saw.
- I have an idea on that, Mr. Favor.

- Is that so?
- Yes, sir.

There's a certain kind of cactus
the Aztecs used to call peyote.

Some of the southern tribes
of Indians still use it

to bring on visions, hallucinations.

It may be that
that's what they gave Hey Soos.

- Visions, huh? He had those, all right.
- Fine thing.

You know so all-fired much about it,
why didn't you say something before?

I'm not sure. I just said
that's maybe what they gave him.

Well, let say it was,
then what's gonna happen to him?

Well, with rest and quiet,

he should be completely recovered
in a matter of hours.

Well, fine then. Gives me a chance
to get some sleep.

All of us.

Hey Soos.

Can you remember
where it happened?

Could you find that place again?

I don't know.

But I must try. I know I must try.

- What? You wanna go back there?
- The girl.

I must do what I can for her, señor.

Now, well, time enough
to worry about that

after we make sure you're all right.

Oh, I'm all right. I'm just tired, señor.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

I'd be glad to sit with him, Mr. Favor,
if you'd like to get some sleep.

Yeah, I think I'll take you up on that.
Thanks.

You let me know
if he comes around again.

Yes, I will. I will. Good night.

- Uh, how's the patient?
- Better, Mr. Favor. Much better.

Just a headache, señor. That's all.

Don't push it.

You remember anything more
about what happened to you?

Well, only that I wouldn't be here
if it hadn't been for the girl.

Oh, yeah,
you said she was an Indian girl.

All the rest of them Indians too?

Yes, señor. But, uh, not like any tribe
I've ever seen before.

Do you think she belonged
with them?

Maybe she was a prisoner
from another tribe?

I don't know.
But one thing, she was against them.

And the shaman, the one who
gave me the poison, he didn't like that.

Mr. Brothers. Wishbone tells me
you gave up liquor last night.

Mr. Wishbone's a light sleeper,
Mr. Favor.

Here you are getting all duded up like
you was expecting to go somewhere.

Hey Soos said he's going back
to see the girl. I'm going with him.

No, señor. It's better that I go alone.
For what I must do, I'll do it alone.

Oh, perhaps you don't,
but I do, Hey Soos.

I've been looking for something
for a long time now.

I think perhaps you found it.

Exactly what did he find?
What do you know about all this?

[SIGHS]

Favor.

I just know that for a good many years,
I've been chasing phantoms.

Picking up a word here, a word there,

following trails that led to nowhere,

until I'd almost forgotten
what I was looking for.

A small band of Indians, secretive,

staying to themselves
in out of the way places.

Occasionally, when a lone outsider
would fall into their hands,

they would subject him
to a weird ritual.

They'd force peyote juice on him,
and in the end usually kill him.

Does that sound like anything
that you found, Hey Soos?

- Si, señor.
- That's what I'm looking for.

But you still haven't said why,
Mr. Brothers.

Why are you hunting this bunch?

Hunting?

Yes, that would be the proper word,
Mr. Favor.

You hunt yourself, of course,
from time to time.

And you know that a wounded animal
is a danger

to anyone that crosses its path.

So it becomes a man's duty

if he has just wounded his quarry
to seek it down and destroy it.

Is that not true, Mr. Favor?

What's that got to do
with these Indians?

Everything, Mr. Favor.

I left my prey wounded.
I must seek it down and destroy it.

It's an obligation.

You mean, you hunted Indians?

Indians?

No, Hey Soos. Souls.

I hunted men's souls.

[ALL YELLING AND WHISTLING]

señor Favor, we're leaving.

You still feel you absolutely
gotta go through with this.

I think you ought to take
a couple of boys with you though.

No, señor. This, I must do alone.

Just as what he must do,
he must do alone.

All right.

Don't let him get you into trouble,
leastwise not any more than unusual.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

[IN ENGLISH]
In two days, señor. Then look for me.

[SPEAKS IN SPANISH]

Too late.

It's too late. They're gone.

- Is there a trail? Can we follow them?
- I think so, señor.

Ah.

- Are you all right, señor?
- Yes. Yes, I'm all right.

Don't be concerned about me.

You don't need to slow up
on my account.

- Are they the same ones?
- Si, señor, the same.

But I didn't see the girl.

- What do you intend to do now?
- Well, look around some more.

No. Hey Soos, listen to me.

These people, this tribe,
they're not like any Indians

you may have had dealings
with before.

You know, you were very fortunate
to escape with your life the first time.

You can't let yourself get caught again.
Now, why don't you back, huh?

Go back to the cattle-drive.
Forget them.

I can forget them, but not the girl.

You can't be of any help to her now.

You'll only
get yourself captured again.

I'm the only one who can be
of any help to those people.

- Let me handle them.
- señor, I cannot go back.

Not until I know the girl is safe.
After that, do what you must do.

Please stay here, huh? Stay here.

You.

I came as soon as I could.

- Are you all right?
- I'm all right.

Hey Soos,

I told you to get out of here.

- There is little time. We must go.
- No, no, you don't understand.

I have to stay.

I may be many things
but I am no executioner.

- Come on, señor. Let's go. Hurry.
- No, no. I'm going to stay here.

Now, you get out of here.
So help me, I'll rouse the whole camp.

Now go.

And you, señorita,
do you feel the same?

No, I was wrong to come back.

It's hopeless. I'll go with you.

HEY SOOS:
Stay where you are.

No. Hey Soos, no, don't do that.

[SOBBING]

Why, señor? Why kill all of us?

I'm sorry, Hey Soos.
Believe me, I'm sorry.

[SPEAKING IN
NATIVE LANGUAGE]

Wait, wait. Let me look at him first.

[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

[IN ENGLISH]
Let me help him, Tohkawe.

I am not Tohkawe. I am Pala.

- Speak the words I taught you.
- You taught me nothing.

- Pala does not know you.
- Tohkawe knows me.

There is no man called by that name.
I am Pala.

[SPEAKS IN NATIVE LANGUAGE]

Brother?

Brother. Yes.

How bad is it?

I think the bullet went through cleanly.
It's just I'll--

I'll have to stop the bleeding.

Can you stop it?

I think so.

Yes, what is this old man to you?

Munyo is my abuelo, my grandfather.

Munyo?

How long has he been known
by that name?

He's always been Munyo
as far as I can remember.

The names, different names.

Well, old man,
no matter what they call you now,

you remember me, don't you?

Yes, I remember.

Can I help?

Yes, I'll need something
to hold the bandages in place.

Abuelo, you said.
Where did you learn that?

When I was little,
I was taken to a mission school.

A year ago I came back.

[CHUCKLES]

You came back here to these people

from a mission school
by your own choice?

I thought I could help them.

[GROANING]

He's an old man.

It must be tight to stop the bleeding.

[GROANING]

[WHIMPERING]

Hey Soos, talk to her.

señorita,
you never told me your name.

MAGA: Maga.
- Maga.

I'm sorry about your abuelo.

It was not your doing.

This place is bad.

Evil things...

[GROANING]

Evil things happen here.

- señor?
- He's fainted.

His pulse is still good and strong.
I can finish now.

Maga, what you said just now,

about the kind of things
that happen here,

that drink they give me, why?

What did they want from me?

I think it began with the sickness.

This tribe was a great one once.

They lived far to the north
in the mountains, hundreds of them.

Until the sickness.

[SIGHS]

You've seen what's left.
Hardly a dozen.

The sickness killed them.

My father died of it
before I was born.

My mother soon after, and...

Um, now they look for a...

Well, Pala calls it
the ghost who talks.

Pala says the ghost
will bring back our lost ones

from the place of the dead.

But how? What has that poison
they gave me to do with ghosts?

That's only the first part.

When they find a stranger alone
traveling

they take him and give him the drink.

And then, they listen to what he says
when the drink is in him.

If he talks of a place, a strange,
beautiful place, Pala says:

"This is the one."

And then they

let him die.

They let him die from the drink?

BROTHERS:
No. No, not from the drink, Hey Soos.

You know,
peyote makes you see things,

lights, weird, jeweled landscapes.

[SIGHS]

It only helps them to hear
what they want to hear.

Afterwards,

then the man dies.

But how, señor?

Well, can't you see? Isn't it obvious?

Look at the girl.

She knows what the legend means,
don't you, Maga?

It came to me when I studied
in the mission school.

I remembered the things
I had seen when I lived with the tribe.

And I knew there was evil here,
terrible evil.

I had to come back
to try to make them understand.

Yes. That's the hardest part,
making them understand.

They believe without understanding.
That's the tragedy.

You see, Hey Soos,
they're simple people.

And they believe
because I made them believe.

Heh, a fire-eyed, glory-shouting,
self-ordained missionary.

Tell people like these something loud
and long, the way I did,

the same time throw away everything
they've lived by for generations

the way I did,
and pretty soon, they'll believe.

They believe you can die and return.

And that when you return,
you'll bring heaven to Earth.

You'll bring their dead ones
back to them.

That's why I warned you, Hey Soos.

Don't be caught again because now
unless somehow I can stop them,

they're very likely
going to crucify you.

He's much better.
He will be well again.

He is old, weak.

We will have young men in the tribe,
many young men.

- The ghost will bring them back.
- No, it's a lie. There's no ghost.

- We must talk.
- Not to you. Only to him.

Only to the ghost.

Why did you come back
to this place?

- You have no fear?
- A man without fear is not a man.

You came back to die.
That means you have no fear.

You will drink the peyote cup
once more.

No.

No, you're wrong about him
as you were wrong about the others,

all the men you killed.

He ran away before, remember?
The right man would not run away.

I am the shaman of this tribe,

the only one who knows,
the only one who can choose.

I choose him.

No.

It began with me.
It must end with me.

Now while there still
can be an ending.

PALA:
Yulca!

Pala. Pala, it must end. It must end.

It will end, old man. I promise you.

You started this, señor,
really by being a missionary?

Not just a missionary, Hey Soos.
No, I wanted more than that.

I wanted a string of converts
from the Rockies to the Pacific Ocean.

I wanted to build an empire,
a nation of Christian red men,

with me as their leader.

The 13th apostle
on a pedestal of pride.

I tried to get into a couple
of Bible colleges.

They wouldn't let me past
the front door.

Well, in a way they were mistaken.

Maybe if they had taken me in,
showed me where I was wrong,

taught me humility,
taught me the meaning of love.

But I didn't need them. I knew it all.

Religion was a fever in my blood.
And I went forth into the wilderness.

- And you found this tribe?
- Yes.

Up in the north, on the mountains,
hundreds of them.

But I don't remember.
I've never seen you before.

That was 20 years ago, Mega,
before you were born.

Except for your grandfather,
the others don't remember me either

or pretend they don't.

Maybe don't want to.

It's been a long time. I've changed.

You found this tribe, then what?

Then I began converting them.

Or trying to.

But they couldn't understand,
Hey Soos,

and I didn't care
as long as they believed.

So I crammed it down their throats

just as cruelly as Pala forced
the peyote down yours.

I bullied them, I used trickery

and finally blackmail
to bring salvation to the heathen.

And then it happened.
The sickness came.

When it came I used it. I told them,
well, I had known some medicine.

I'd known enough and I told them,
"Believe me and I'll cure you.

If you don't believe me,
I'll let you die."

Well, they tried
and something happened.

Christianity's promise
of life after death,

it went together
in their minds somehow

linked up with what
was happening there and then.

But it came out ugly and perverted.

And I left the tribe
to find some medicine.

When I came back there was...

There was a white man crucified
on a tree near the camp,

already dead.

And the tribe was waiting
for him to come back

and bring the ones who had died
in the sickness with him.

And you didn't make them see
they were wrong?

I was afraid, Hey Soos. I ran.

Afterwards I tried to forget.

For years I tried to pretend
it was all just a nightmare

that never really happened.

I wandered, I drank,
but I began to hear stories.

Stories of other white men
found dead like the one I had seen.

One or two who'd gotten away.
I didn't...

I didn't wanna hear them.
I didn't wanna believe.

Until the day came when I looked over
some cow town bar

and saw my face in the mirror.

Heh, a man driven over the face of the
land needing whiskey to stay alive.

I was in hell on Earth,
a Judas, cursed for my betrayal.

And I knew then,

and only then, that only one thing
would ever bring me peace.

Now it is time.

No!

No. No, wait.
Wait, you don't need it.

I can see without the cup.
I can see into the land of the dead!

They can't come back.

The spirits can no more return
from the grave

than the smoke can return
to the flame of a fire!

If you know, then you will go.
You will bring them.

And you and you. All three will go.

This time they will come back.

Send him.

Send all of them.
All three will be better than one.

They will bring back our dead!

[INSTRUMENTS RATTLING]

How...?

How long will it take to die like this?

There will be a weakness,
a dizziness,

as the blood leaves the upper part
of your body.

Then you will faint probably,
but the pain will not be too bad.

I'm sorry, Hey Soos.

I'd have done anything to keep you
and the girl out of this, but...

I thought they would listen to me,
but no.

No, I'm afraid
they were beyond reason.

What's he doing?

Washing his hands.

That's what his new name means.
Pala.

As close as they could get
to Pilate, Pontius Pilate.

He's the one who chooses
which men will die.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

And you, Maga, your grandfather's
name Munyo, perhaps Matthew.

And yours, Magdalene.

[THUNDER CRASHING]

señor, the storm.

Look, they're afraid.

Try again.
Maybe now they will listen.

Pala, you must let me speak
to your people.

They must listen.
They must hear me.

Some of you must remember me.

Some of you old ones
who lived through the sickness.

Yes, I was a younger then,
but look close.

Look at my face.

Try.

Try to remember.

Pala, why are you afraid?
Have them listen to me.

Please. Please, come closer.
All of you.

Look at me. Look. Look at my face.

I am older now,

but I am the one.

I am the one who brought you
the story of the cross.

You wouldn't believe me.

You had your own gods,
your own ideas.

I wanted so much for you to believe.

Then this terrible sickness came,

and I told you it was the anger
of my God punishing you

for not believing.

And you were frightened

and you were sick
and your people were dying.

Then...

- Then you tried to believe.
- No!

There is no man
who can make them live again!

- They can! They will!
- No. I will do anything. I will die.

I will do anything
just to make you see!

Stop! Stop!

[SCREAMING]

[GUNSHOT]

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

señor Brothers.

This is the way it was meant to be,
Hey Soos.

It's...over now.

You still wanna stay?

- You're sure?
- I'm sure.

I'm going to try
to teach them the right way

with kindness by doing...

Well, with love.

Head them up!

Move them out!