All language subtitles for Rawhide - 2X06 - Incident Of The 13Th Man_iris3.eng

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin'
Movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try
To understand 'em ♪

♪ Just rope, 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 ♪

♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

( whip cracks )

( majestic theme playing )

WISHBONE ( narrating ):
On a drive, the one thing
you gotta have

to keep the cattle movin'
is men.

Trouble with that is,
each man thinks without him

everything would come
to a standstill.

Fact is, there's only one man
the drive can't do without:

He's the one who keeps
the men going

who keep the cattle movin'.

He's the cook.

That's my job.

My name's Wishbone,

feeder of the Gil Favor outfit.

This idiot beside me
is the cook's louse, Mushy.

( trumpet playing
dramatic theme )

ROWDY:
Gene Matson,
surgeon and dentist.

And undertaker.

Looks like
he's been busy.

Hey.

Well, I'm sure glad

to see you fellas.

Us?
Yep.

Oh, uh, we just looking
for the dentist.

Well, hold on.
Hold on.

What do you mean,
hold on?

Hey, look,
uh, sheriff,

we're not out
for any trouble.

Listen, don't
set us up for any.

We're not gonna set it up.

Just don't you cause it.

Look, i-it's all very simple,
sheriff.

My friend here,
he's got a toothache.

Maybe you got somebody here
in town can help him out.

Well, there's a lot more
important things goin' on

than a toothache.

A murder trial.

A murder trial?

Well, I still don't see
what that's got to do with--

We're impoundin'
the both of ya.

You're in-what-ing us?
Impounding ya.

All right, you're impoundin' us.

But what's that mean
to when I get my tooth fixed?

That means you're both
gonna stay here.

You're both gonna be
jurymen on a murder trial.

We can't serve on a jury.

We're not even residents
of this area.

When did you cross
the Nueces River?

Oh, about
three or four weeks ago.

Well, then,
for three or four weeks

you've been residents
of this county.

Look, I don't give a hang
about your jury.

I'm gettin' my jaw fixed first.

Sure, sure, but...

You'll have to go over
to the jail to get it done.

You see, uh, Gene Matson,
our dentist-doctor-undertaker,

he's the one that's
awaitin' trial for murder.

Jed, we got our jury.

See that their horses get over
to the livery stable.

( bell clanging )

Gene, I brought you
a patient.

Can you take care of him?

Yes, friend.
Here. Sit down here.

Tom, could I have
my bag, please?

There we go.

Now, lean back,
open wide.

Uh-huh.

Yes...
Aghhh!

Yes, friend, you've got
a lot of trouble.

Considering the kind
of trouble you've got,

I don't like
to complain about mine.

Now turn around.

Open wide.

Now, this is gonna hurt more,
just for a second,

then it'll be all gone.

Say, sheriff, how long
will this trial take?

I probably should get
word back to my boss.

Well, I figure
it's gonna be over

in no time at all.

Ah-ah-ahhh!

That thing looks
as bad in your hand

as it felt in my jaw.

We're ready.

You got pretty steady hands,
under the circumstances.

I have faith
that no jury in this town

would convict
an innocent man.

( dramatic theme playing )

Judge
Gerald T. Crenshaw.

I got the prisoner,
judge.

Have him take his place.

We got the rest
of the jury.

Be seated.

Say, son,

you don't happen,
by any chance,

to have a bit of liquid
refreshment on ya, do you?

No, no, nothin'.
Ellis.

Hey, uh...

How come there's no spectators
in this courtroom?

Hm.

That's a very astute
question.

The court of Nueces County,
in the state of Texas,

is now in session.

Mr. Prosecutor.
Seth Warner.

Your Honor...

gonna try to prove

that Gene Matson

murdered Sean O'Riordan,
the Indian agent

to the tribe of the Comanches

in the Nueces territory,

until he was murdered by Matson.

Objection, Your Honor.

That last statement
of the prosecutor

presupposes that my client
murdered the Indian agent.

Objection sustained.

Members of the jury
will ignore

the prosecuting attorney's
last statement.

SETH:
Let me put it this way,
Your Honor.

Gonna show,

through the aid
of key witnesses,

that Gene Matson
had a pretty good reason

to murder the Indian agent.

Objection.

Objection overruled.

The prosecution
has a right

to lay the groundwork
for this case,

or you won't have anything
to defend.

Seat yourself.

WARNER:
Thank you, Your Honor.

Gonna show
that Gene Matson

wanted to own
the Indian lands

on account of some
very valuable ore

on said land,

and how Sean O'Riordan--

JUDGE:
Seat yourself.

Sean O'Riordan,
the Indian agent,

stood in his way!

Gonna prove,
through respectable,

reliable witnesses,

that Gene Matson proposed
to murder Sean O'Riordan,

and then blame it
on the Comanches--

Who would run away,
not wantin' to be

chased after
by the United States soldiers.

--and that Gene Matson

would then take office
as Indian agent,

and deed to himself

the Indian land.

Dr. Matson makes
a very good living

as it is.

Whoever heard of the Comanches
running away?

They're gone, ain't they?

Anything further,
Mr. Warner?

WARNER:
No, Your Honor, not--
Not at this time, no.

Thank you.

Attorney for the defense.

Your Honor,

gentlemen of the jury,

I'm going to prove
beyond the shadow of a doubt

that my client,

Dr. Gene Matson,

one of the most
eminent citizens

of our town,

could not possibly
have committed the murder

of which he's been accused.

( coughing )

I will prove

that Gene Matson

not only did not have
the motive

or the desire
to commit this murder,

but he had neither
the opportunity

nor the possibility

to do so.

The first witness
is Nate Harmon.

Do you swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

Yeah.
Be seated.

You're Nate Harmon,

proprietor of the Blanton cafe?

On the 21st night
of this month,

Nate,

Sean O'Riordan,
the Indian agent,

was shot in the back

on the road
in the Nueces territory.

Earlier that evening,

he had dinner
at your cafe, right?

Well, while he was
having dinner,

Gene Matson, the accused,
entered the cafe

and sat at the table
with him, right?

Uh, Gene stopped in

to have a cup of coffee
with Sean.

Well, you told me
immediately after the crime

that they had
a violent argument.

Well, uh, no.
They--

There was some loud talk.

But-- Well, th-that Indian agent

always had a lung full of air.

I wouldn't say
they was arguin', uh,

I'd just say
they was talkin' loud.

You told me that Sean
accused Gene Matson

of trying to steal
the Indian lands.

Oh, no, sir.

I-I went back into my kitchen
about that time,

so I didn't hear nothin'.

Are you positive?

You-- You're under oath.

Yeah, I-I'm sure positive,
Seth.

Your Honor,

this-- This witness

is repudiating the statements
he made to me,

and as far as I'm concerned,
I consider him unreliable.

I'm through with him.

DEFENSE:
But I'm not, Your Honor.

What time did Sean
leave the cafe?

About half past 6.

DEFENSE:
What time did Gene Matson leave?

NATE:
Just about
a half hour later.

I'd say about 7:00.

Keep that in mind, gentlemen.

Sean, the Indian agent,
left the cafe at 6:30,

and Gene didn't leave
until a half an hour later.

Thirty minutes, gentlemen.

Thirty minutes later.

DEFENSE:
Here is the town of Blanton.

It's 15 miles
to the Nueces territory.

Sean O'Riordan was found here,

shot in the back.

Fifteen miles,
gentlemen of the jury,

from Blanton to the place

where Sean O'Riordan's body
was found.

The fastest horse
in this territory

couldn't possibly
make that distance

in less than 30 minutes.

At 6:30, Sean left
the Blanton cafe.

At 7:15, his body was found
by Sheriff Tom Bracken.

It is a known fact,
gentlemen of the jury,

that the morning
after O'Riordan was killed,

the Comanche tribe,

consisting of 75 men,
women and children,

picked up and left
that territory

for parts unknown.

How were you certain
about the time, sheriff?

This.

Hasn't lost a minute
in five years

that I can remember.

Your witness.

No questions.

Step down, sheriff.

It is my contention,
gentlemen of the jury,

that the Comanches killed

the Indian agent,
Sean O'Riordan,

under the mistaken belief

that he'd betrayed
their interests,

and that they then departed
before United States soldiers

could intercept them.

Now, gentlemen,

it has been testified

that Dr. Gene Matson was still
in the Blanton cafe at 7.

He could not possibly
have covered those 15 miles

in 15 minutes--

A mile a minute!

--to deliver that shot
as alleged.

I say it is obvious

to any thinking man

that my client is innocent.

Your Honor,
I humbly suggest

that you instruct the jury

to bring in a verdict
of not guilty.

Your Honor!

Before we let the defense
run roughshod over this case,

there is a witness,

a key witness,
to be called.

Mrs. Ann O'Riordan.

BAILIFF:
Mrs. O'Riordan?

Oh, Your Honor.

Do you have information

about the missing witness,
sheriff?

A lack of information
is more like it, Your Honor.

Marshall Ott, here,

was assigned particularly
to hunt for Mrs. O'Riordan,

wife of the murdered man,

who is the county's
star witness.

Well, I hate to have
to report this, Your Honor,

but Marshall Ott and I

have turned this town
inside out,

and it seems the witness
has disappeared

from the face of the earth.

Gentlemen of the jury,

you have heard the evidence
presented in this trial,

and if you find the accused
guilty as charged,

you will bring in a verdict

of murder in the first degree.

If you find there
is a reasonable doubt

that he committed the crime,

you will bring in a verdict
of not guilty.

In either case,

you must reach
a unanimous agreement.

( dramatic theme playing )

I'll have to take
that hardware, gents.

That's an awful small room

for 12 men to be locked up in.

Twelve live men are goin' in,

and we'd like to see
12 live ones come out.

Thank you.

I'll take that, Ed.

Does anybody care to say
anything before we vote?

Yeah, I need
a drink, bad.

I'm so dry

my mouth and insides
are shrivelin' up.

Does, uh,
anybody got a pint?

How about you,
whiskers?

A half pint, maybe?

Well, let's get on with it.

What--? What are these for?

That's our ballot,
Clem.

If you think
Gene did it,

you write down
"guilty", like--

Well, for you,

if you think
Gene did it,

you make
a check mark

like this:

If you think
he didn't do it,

you make
a cross mark

like this:

Like that?

One thing that'll come out
of this trial,

Clem will be an educated man.

You understand,
John Redcloud?

What's the matter?
Can't he talk?

He can.

For a long time
he's chosen not to.

Well, are we getting on with it,
or aren't we?!

Don't carry on so,
mister.

We had it
all spelled out for us.

It ain't gonna take
but one vote

to set things right.

I suppose
we should elect

a foreman
of the jury.

Well, you're
the smartest, Mr. Clark.

You be foreman.

Well, he's one
of the smartest.

I think we should
take a vote.

( laughs )

The next thing
you'll be wanting to vote on,

on whether I'm gonna stand up
or sit down.

You be foreman, Jason.

It's all right
with me.

How 'bout the rest
of you?

ALL ( together ):
Yeah. Sure.

( suspenseful
theme playing )

Well, gentlemen, the vote.

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

Guilty, four.
Not guilty, eight.

Well, it's as plain
as the nose on your face,

there was more than just
a reasonable doubt

about the fella bein' guilty.

A man has a right to vote
as he sees fit.

He does not have a right
to vote as he sees fit.

He's got to vote on
what went on in that courtroom!

Gentlemen.

Well, you heard it for yourself.

That prosecutin' attorney

couldn't make his own witnesses
lie for him,

then couldn't even come up
with his key witness,

if he had one.

He had one.

Ann O'Riordan
was the Indian agent's wife.

She knew she'd never see
justice done,

so she took off for Austin
to see the governor,

have some Texas Rangers
sent in here

to take the town away
from Gene Matson.

Excuse me, I need a drink
worse than I think.

I thought
a wife couldn't testify.

She was going to testify for,
not against.

There's a difference?

Well, it don't
make sense.

Gene Matson,
a killer.

No, sir.

Not the way
he fretted over me,

a total stranger,

when I come in here
with a bad jaw.

Wishbone, that has nothing
to do with it.

Don't tell me you were
one of them guilty voters?

I voted not guilty,

but your jaw has nothing
to do with this.

That Mr. Matson,
he's a bad one.

Everybody's scared.

Now, Miss Janet.

Don't you worry
about your husband.

Little cough
isn't gonna kill him.

It's worse when he's
under a strain.

Much worse.

I wonder what's taking 'em
so long in there?

Don't worry
about a thing, Gene.

The verdict
can only go one way.

Well, thanks
for the encouragement, Seth.

I thought you had
a way to find out

what's goin' on in there?

Yeah,
I took care of it.

"Eight, not guilty.

Four, guilty."

That's normal
and healthy,

the first time around.

( juryman coughing )

Well, you can't
make me believe

that Gene Matson
owns this town.

If he did,

why'd he ever let
this trial go on

in the first place?

Because he knows
Ann O'Riordan intends

to return here with a company
of Texas Rangers.

But it won't do her any good.

Why not?

Because
of the double jeopardy law.

A man can't be tried twice
for the same murder.

That's why he arranged
this trial.

If he's acquitted,

all the law she can bring
can't force another trial.

Are you tryin' to tell me

that prosecutor's crooked?

The prosecutor,
the defense attorney,

every official
in this town.

Even the judge wishes
he wasn't here.

Well, I don't believe it.

Not this day and age.

There are 432 people

in this town.

Didn't you
figure it peculiar

there was only one spectator
in the courtroom?

That's because she's the wife

of Arthur Hennig, there,

and, uh, concerned
about his health.

Practically everybody
in this town drifted away

when this trial
was announced.

Nobody wanted
to serve on the jury.

No one wanted
to watch the trial.

Well, if Matson's got the town
locked up like you say,

why doesn't he have his own men
serve on the jury?

Because he needed them
as special deputies.

They had to chase down
the witnesses

and see that they testified
with, uh, integrity.

Well, there's 12 men right here
in this room, isn't there?

( laughs )

There sure is.

And every one's a beaut.

Exceptin' you and your
drover friend, of course.

We were picked
for what we are.

Those of us who aren't weak
are misfits,

and we can be controlled.

Well, I suppose you're one
of them guilty voters,

one of the brave ones
who figures that poor man's

got this town between his teeth?

No.

I voted not guilty.

I figured
this stinkin' town

deserved Gene Matson.

You voted not guilty
because you're scared.

Yeah.

I'm a lazy, shiftless
no-count.

I don't deny it.

Rest of you are
all superior to me.

Ellis,

he can outdrink me
any day in a week.

McTavish
would sell his mother

if he thought
it would make it easier

for him to peddle his goods.

And Clem, he couldn't tell
a piece of iron

unless it was in the shape
of a horseshoe.

And Mort, heh,

he's in love with
his warehouse and general store

and he thinks if he plays
his cards right,

Gene Matson will
let him be mayor.

All right, you had
your say, no-good.

Only part of it.

Just wanna let

hot-tongued, bearded gent

know who he's tied down to.

Oh, John Redcloud,

the noble red man.
Hm.

He was thrown out
of his tribe for stealing.

Hasn't opened
his mouth since.

You have to kick a man

while he's got
his face in the dirt?

Mr. Bill Cullin.

Now, his job
depends on Gene Matson.

He works in his bank.

Only thing could ever
rile him up is, uh,

if he got
his clothes mussed up.

( yells indistinctly )

( coughs )

Arthur is sick--

Shut up!
Clem.

Don's just a stable boy.

Anybody can push
him around.

Thanks.

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself.

The only thing
I admire about myself

is that I'm never ashamed.

Uh, Jason, now.

Got himself a brand new printing
press from St. Louis,

and he figures he's gonna use it

to make a brand new town
outta Blanton.

( chuckles )

And Gene Matson knows
it's the only press

within 2,000 miles of here.

Now, look, Ed.
We're not tryin' each other.

Well, let's try voting again.

There's no sense votin' again

till we talk this thing out.

Look, let's go along
with these people.

It's their backyard,

and we gotta get back
to the herd anyway.

Well, there's
one thing I'm not:

It's part of a herd.

I do my own thinkin'.

Nate Harmon, the restaurant
owner who testified

was afraid to say it
in open court,

but he saw Gene ride out

right after the Indian agent.

Well, how do you know that?

He told me.

Not only that, but he heard Gene
threaten to kill Sean.

Gene Matson and his men

have preyed on this town
for five years.

They've taken over
pretty near everything.

But that wasn't enough.

Gene wanted the Indian land,

and he did everything he could
to drive the Comanches off.

Ask John Redcloud.

See? Even though Matson's
defense lawyer

accused Redcloud's tribe
of killing Sean,

still he's afraid
to open his mouth.

He's afraid Gene might give him

the same thing he gave Sean.

You heard it.

The only man standing
in Gene Matson's way

was the Indian agent,
Sean O'Riordan,

and Gene took care of that.

Well, how come
the prosecuting attorney

laid it out like that,
if Matson's his boss?

What's Matson got to lose,

havin' the trial look honest?

We're supposed to be passing
on what went on

out in that courtroom,
but we're talkin' around it,

and up and down it,
and inside and out it,

but we're not talkin' about it!

Mister, you and your friend

will be back
on the Sedalia trail

the minute this thing is over.

The rest of us
have got to live here,

or try to.

If we act
with courage and determination,

we can get rid of him now.

Shall we vote again, gentlemen?

Clark and Billings.

Well, now, it's not gonna
do any good

to discuss anything.

Now, there's 10 guilty,
and two not guilty.

Well, now, I don't know
who the other one is

who voted with me,

or whether his mind
can be changed or not,

but all the discussing
in the world

is not gonna change mine.

Now, look,
be reasonable, Wishbone.

Only a mule won't listen.

Even if you don't agree--
Now, you stay outta this,

and keep on your own side
of the fence, young fella.

We've exchanged our views.

Let's have another vote.

There's been
a lot more guts shown here

than I ever expected to see.

We're not gonna change
the vote of this old goat,

but maybe we can make it
11 to one

and start wearin' him down.

Now, listen here, you--

We might as well
have another vote, gentlemen.

( ominous theme playing )

That's your new printin' press,
ain't it, Jason?

They'll smash it. That's
what they'll do. Smash it.

I need a drink.

Why don't they
send us a drink?

They're only bluffing, Jason.

They wouldn't dare smash
your press.

Ott warned me
if I didn't vote right.

I let him think I would.

How could they know
I didn't?

Nobody's left
this room.

They couldn't
possibly know.

Jason, if you cave in,
we're finished.

They're only bluffing,
I tell you.

Maybe.

Gentlemen, we'd better have
another vote.

( bell clanging )

( ominous theme swells
dramatically )

It's only a fire.

What's burning?

I think it's
your warehouse, Mort.

Now, now, Mort.
Don't get in a lather.

Your warehouse
is burning pretty good,

but I think
we can save your store.

( grunting )

Somebody in this room

is passin' out
information.

Yeah.

Mighty peculiar the way
they pick on the two of ya

who been doin' most
of the talk against him.

If I find the spy,

I'll kill him.

( glass shattering )

"Vote not guilty
or you're 12 dead men."

Well,

for a little while there,

I had a little respect
for some of you.

But if that's the way
you want it,

I'll go along with it.

Like I said,
you deserve Gene Matson.

Look, there's nothing
to be afraid of.

You know, if this trial

is a double-jeopardy set up
like Jason says there,

it's a cinch they're
not gonna murder us

and start the thing
all over again.

Might as well be dead.

Well, it's your town.

You people do what you want.

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Not guilty."

"Guilty."

I tried.

Guilty as sin.

What's the matter
with you now?

Well, it was that rock
through the window convinced me.

McTAVISH:
Look here, man,

there are 11 men here

who feel that Gene Matson
should go free.

Well, it's as clear
as the supper gong at sunset

the man must be guilty.

Look, before the last vote
you stood high and mighty

on reasonable doubt
of the man's guilt.

Just because a rock
comes through that window

doesn't prove he murdered
anyone.

If you can't see it,
there's no point in me

tryin' to explain
it to you.

Well, listen to me,
you old goat!

We got no right
to come in here

and tell these people
what to think.

We got no right
on this jury anyway!

But we are on it!

And so long as we're on it,

nobody inside or outside
of this jury room's

gonna tell me
what to do,

least of all you.

"Not guilty, 11.
Guilty, one."

We can't let this
go on any longer.

What do you wanna do?

We have to do something
to hurry up that jury,

or Ann O'Riordan
will show up

with maybe
the governor himself.

Let 'em out for lunch.

Now, look, Wishbone,
be reasonable.

The point is--

You haven't got years enough
under your belt

to make points to me,
Rowdy Yates.

I don't wanna see nothin',
or hear nothin',

or feel nothin' of you

for the rest
of my born days.

Time for lunch.

Be back in an hour.

( ominous theme playing )

Goin' to lunch?

Don't you worry
about me.

You know,
I never heard of 'em

turnin' a jury loose
like this before.

Trail boy,

anybody ever tell you
you had a big mouth?

You tellin' me?

Give him his gun, Tom.

No, Ott. We got a nice
peaceful town here.

We're gonna keep it
that way.

Mister,

I've got something
to tell you.

What?

I can't tell you here.
It's too dangerous.

( ominous theme playing )

Well?

( theme swells dramatically )

Your friend's in trouble.
What?

The little man,
with the whiskers.

He needs your help.
Well, where is he?

In the shed
behind the feed store.

You'd better hurry.

Guilty!

Not guilty.

Guilty.

Not guilty.

Guilty.

Not guilty.

( dramatic theme playing )

Now, you tell your friend
to vote not guilty,

or the two of you'll get
a steady diet of this

till he does.

Come on.

Rowdy?

What do you want,
Wishbone?

I'm sorry, boy.

I didn't mean
to cause you this.

Yeah.

I still say guilty.

So do I.

Man alive,

what happened
to you two?

Well, uh, Matson let us in
on the fun.

That one gave you the bottle
in the courtroom,

that your wife?

Yes.

She let us in for this.

Matson was threatening
to foreclose our place.

The doctor said I'd die
if I went back east.

She did it for me.

Not much of a man

who'll let his wife
betray herself.

All right, anybody wanna take
another vote?

What good is all this bouncing
back and forth gonna do?

There's not enough guts
in this room to buck 'em.

You sure have been shooting off
your mouth an awful lot.

I'd say if they wanted
a spy in this room,

you're number one
for the job.

Let's not go
after each other again.

One thing I know,

the side Ed's on is wrong.

You mean I can report
to Gene Matson

that you're going
to vote guilty too?

If I were sure
you were Matson's man,

I'd kill you with my bare hands.

( chuckles )

What good's all this
gonna do, huh?

Well, words ain't
gettin' us nowhere.

They might.

There's a man here
whose business is words.

He can talk better
than any of us, if he will.

How about it, Mr. Clark?

We all should be ashamed.

Two men we've never seen
watching us squirm,

each in his own way.

For myself,
in acquiring a press, I--

I lost sight
of the purpose of that press.

John Redcloud has committed
one crime against his people,

and now will compound that
by letting the lying accusation

of the defense attorney stand,
that--

That the Comanches
killed Sean O'Riordan

rather than the man
we know committed the murder:

Gene Matson.

Matson's men burned down
Mort's warehouse,

and Mort's grateful

they didn't take
his general store.

We know what they made
Arthur's wife do.

Look at these drovers' faces.

Now, either we do something
about it here and now,

or we walk out into that
courtroom, admit defeat

and do our best to live with it
from now on.

Gentlemen, it's time
for another vote.

( suspenseful theme playing )

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Guilty."

"Not guilty."

You again?

You know darned well
it wasn't me.

Now we can get down to cases.

Now we can see
how they work it.

What do you mean?

They put someone on this jury

they're mighty well sure of,
that's what he means.

I don't know how, but somebody's
passin' information

to that other room.

That way they can find out

who has the guts
to stand up to 'em.

Then they can scare the life
outta these people.

Rowdy and me have got
no printing press.

We got no warehouse
to burn down.

So they do this to us.

Well, you can be sure they'd
have never let this trial go on

if they weren't sure
of one not guilty vote.

JASON:
That means a hung jury.

No conviction.

It's as good
as an acquittal.

But who?

Who's the filthy spy?

So, what are we gonna give 'em?

What they want, a hung jury?

That's what we are.

Well, if ya got the guts,
there's no need for that.

You got a way out?

Hold an open vote.

And that way we
flush out the spy.

Anyone not in favor
of open voting?

ARTHUR:
No.

No.

ALL:
No.

Open vote it is.

All those who vote "guilty"
raise your hands.

( tense theme playing )

It was you!

We should have known!

He did it
for a drink.

He ain't gonna get a chance
to vote not guilty.

Not if I have
to choke the breath out of him

to stop him.

Why did you do it,
Ellis?

What'd you expect?

I'm nothin'.

Nobody. That's the way
you all treated me.

The only one
who was ever decent to me--

Give me odd jobs
and shelter,

and all the liquor I wanted.
--was Gene.

JASON:
You're right, Ellis.

You're nothin'.
You're nobody.

But did you ever stop to think
who made you that way?

It wasn't so long ago
we all looked up to you.

You used to be
our town marshal,

and a pretty good one,
we all thought.

Who shoved you
outta your job?

Who made you grateful
to take handouts?

I know what happened to me.
You don't have to tell me.

ED:
But who made it happen?

It was Gene Matson,

wanted his men
behind the badge.

Tom Bracken, who has no spine.

Harry Ott, a gunman who used
to stare at you

from wanted posters.

First they pulled
the strength outta you,

and then gradually
the whole town.

Think of Jimmy.
Think of your son.

Give me that bottle.

He died defending you.

He stood up against Ott,

when Ott was yellin' lies
to the whole world

about you runnin'
your office crooked.

It was a fair fight.

As fair as it can be

between a green ranch kid
and a professional gunman.

Your son wasn't afraid.

Do you think he'd be proud
of you now,

passin' out spy notes,

holdin' out against
the rest of us

when we've finally
got sand enough

to face up to Gene Matson
no matter what it costs?

JASON:
Hide from your son.
Hide from the world.

Go on out there
and vote not guilty.

It ain't fair.

It ain't fair
kickin' a man

when he's already dirt
under your feet.

But...

you're right.

You're right.

Guilty.

Are you sober enough
to know what you're sayin'?

I'm sober.

I remember Jimmy,
and on his memory

I'll vote Gene guilty.

They're countin' on you.

You may be the first one
they'll shoot.

Let 'em.

Least I won't die
like I lived.

Guilty.

Guilty as the devil himself.

Well, that's it.

At last we're unanimous.

Well, has anyone thought
what's going to happen

if we go into that courtroom
and tell 'em?

Yeah,
I've thought of it.

Aye, aye.

Gene Matson is gonna have
his gunmen in there

to shoot us all down.

This is our town.
We've got a big stake in it.

But you two have got
nothing to gain.

I'll tell ya, let's just get it
over with fast.

My partner and I
got a herd to catch up to.

Yeah, I been in more
one-sided fights than this.

Well, just the same,
what are we going to do

if they start blastin'
at us?

Look, there's a circuit judge
out there.

They're not gonna
kill him.

And I doubt if he's
gonna stand around

and watch them
gun down 12 men.

Besides, with any luck,

they won't get
more than half of us.

We've reached
our verdict.

( suspenseful theme playing )

You know the chance
we're taking.

You're all ready
to run the risk?

Ellis?

You're not saying
one thing in here

another outside?

Don't worry
about me.

I don't like the smell of it,
Gene.

They took too long.

They know me
and they know themselves.

I'm not worried.

Hear ye, hear ye.

The court of Nueces county,
state of Texas,

now in session.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

We have.

Will the foreman of the jury--

One moment, Your Honor.

( whispering inaudibly )

The court rules
that every juror shall rise

and state his verdict
individually.

You are the foreman.

You speak first.

Guilty.

Guilty as sin.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Aye. Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

Guilty.

( coughs )

Guilty.

Ellis Williams,

will you rise
and state your verdict?

Not guilty.

( gavel slamming )

Hung jury. Case dismissed.

You will release Mr. Matson.

I don't know
why I worried, Gene.

Thank you, Johnny.

Gene, congratulations.
Never doubted for a minute.

Ronald, you did a fine job.
Thank you.

Thanks, Ellis.
Thank you very much.

You're the only one
of the bunch

that knows which way
the wind blows in Blanton.

From here on,

you can have things pretty much
your own way.

I couldn't let you down,
Dr. Matson.

Not after all you've done
for me,

and after what you did
for this town,

all I can do is thank you

in the only way I know how.

That was
my personal verdict.

What he did calls for a trial,
mister, not a bullet.

So far, he's the only one
been charged with murder.

Judgment's been passed
on him.

You kill him, you might
as well kill all 11 of us.

Sheriff, I want
this juryman held

in your custody for trial.

The rest of you,

put up your guns
and get out.

There will be no more violence
in this court.

Unless you contemplate
shooting me

to eliminate a witness.

Clear the court,

right now.

( calm theme playing )

You know where to find me
when you want me, Tom.

You know somethin'?

No. What?

I should have known
he was guilty.

There was gold
in that tooth,

and he kept it.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin'
Rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Though the streams
Are swollen ♪

♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Through rain
And wind and weather ♪

♪ Hell bent for leather ♪

♪ Wishin' my gal
Was by my side ♪

♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles
Love and kissin' ♪

♪ Are waitin' 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 ♪

♪ Turn 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Turn 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

( horns blowing Rawhide theme )