All language subtitles for Rawhide T7EP06 - Canliss

Time has lifted from me
the burden of being young.

Unhappily, the weight
gets distributed elsewhere.

It's been a far ride, Mr. Pence.

Almost done now.

- Gurd?
- Hmm?

You know, I don't even have
to close my eyes to remember,

but I like to anyway.

This time of year

the water lilies just cover
that river from bank to bank.

And the catfish are
so fat and friendly.

And everywhere you look,
there's grass and sedge

and palmetto so green, it
just makes your eyes ache.

Oh, I'm so glad you're going to
be seeing it that way the first time.

See what the spring does to it.

Going home.

Words like that, you oughtn't
just say. You ought to sing.

- Morning.
- Morning, Mrs. Canliss.

Allow me.

Only my card.

Hang them on.

Where's the glory?

Who'll ever know way out here?

- Tell him.
- Mr. Canliss, I'm from New York.

The Register.
Maybe you've read it.

Largest circulation
in the U.S.A.

We've been doing
some stories on the West.

Readers gobble it up, you know.

Well, now, this young fellow
and I, we met up in Albuquerque.

He asked me to be
Boswell to his Johnson.

Observe the
occasion, as it were.

You know, hardened
young challenger

versus the deadliest
gunfighter in the West.

I don't know who you are,
but you wanna be famous,

then be the man who
was smart enough

to stand out of
my husband's way.

You be the man who
watched Gurd Canliss go home.

Well, maybe he'll
loan you his guns.

Hey, how about it, Canliss?

You want your little
lady to stand up for you?

I can't hold this long.

It's slip-hammered,
liable to go any second.

Now, you pull your
gun, aim it at me.

When you're set, fire.

My thumb's weakening.

Quick now, unhitch.

Would you let me ride
along with you, Mr. Canliss?

That is if I can switch
to that wagon of yours.

Man with your style deserves more
than just a column in a newspaper.

- A book, Mr. Canliss.
- Hyah!

How'd you like for me
to put you in a book?

Name your price!

At $37 a head,

I don't think Don Miguel
is gonna appreciate

his cattle boning in the sun.

Heh, heh, heh. Then you do
not know Don Miguel, señor.

In Los Aguacielos,
tradition comes first.

Even above cattle.

It's the way.

Tsk. Mushy.

Tell the boys get
spruced up again.

We're gonna have a little
more fiesta again tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

Yoo-hoo!

Oh, thank you.

Is there a hotel nearby?

A casa de huespedes,
over that way.

- I will be pleased to show you.
- Oh, that would be very nice.

Hello, Gil.

Augusta.

This is my husband.

Gil Favor.

We'd like to have you come
by later, after we unpack.

Sure, I'd like that.

Hyah.

Don't ask.

You haven't asked
me about Gil Favor.

Lay out my black shirt, Augusta.

I'll do no such thing.

There's one thing I believe in.

You.

I don't have to ask
about Gil Favor.

You'll make a perfect target.

Black against those white walls.

I wish you hadn't learned
that kind of knowledge.

You'll wear a white
shirt tomorrow.

Tell me what you see
down there, Augusta.

People.

Happy people.

And what do I see?

Whitewashed walls.

Where the sun stands at noon.

At 1, at 2.

Does a steeple block it?

Where are the reflections?

From which window?
Which water trough?

How do the shadows fall?

Where a heel might
catch, a foot slip.

On three sides of
the plaza, white walls.

So you'll wear black.

You'll create an easy target,

an outline fixed in the
mind of Don Miguel.

A thing in black
locked on his front sight.

But suddenly, when
the moment comes,

you'll change positions
and now you're there.

In the doorway of that church,

the dark open doorway

and the blackness of the
chapel coming up behind you.

Black against black.

I'm going down, pace it off.

I'll leave my gun belt here.

No reason to alarm
all those happy people.

Augusta, would you tell me again

about that place of
yours where we're going?

Oh.

Um...

Eight white pillars
guard the front,

and greyhounds
Papa brought from Italy

scamper on the lawn.

All the way down to
the river that lawn goes.

And you can smell
the sweet swampland,

all the rich honey earth around.

And inside our house,
there's a double staircase.

So that mother and daughter

can make stunning
entrances together.

Trying to outdazzle
that crystal chandelier

that Papa brought from Vienna.

And, oh, from the kitchen,
odors and spices so pungent.

It's just gonna drive us wild.

Annie's tipsy cake.

My, that is something
to look forward to.

Don't leave me, Augusta.

Don't ever leave me.

Oh, well,

I don't have the sense.

The doors of the
chapel are always open.

Hmm. Unlike the doors to heaven.

In either case, all
you have is to enter.

Are they always lit?

They represent prayers
for the safe return

of Don Miguel and his ciboleros.

- When is that?
- Tomorrow.

Will they be lit tomorrow?

During the fiesta?
Not very likely.

Unless you care
to light one yourself.

Bienvenido, compadre.

Where are your amigos?

- What amigos?
- At the camp.

Those who ride with you to take
Don Miguel's cattle to the east.

He bless the drinks?

San Jose.

He's good for all
troubles. Like my botellas.

You know, Padre
Tasso, he say to me:

"Manuel, you wish a santo
in your cantina, put him there.

San Jose has seen
worse and suffered more

than a few poor
borrachos." Heh, heh.

I think you are one
smart vaquero, no?

About what?

Hmm, by tomorrow,

there will not be room
in here to raise an elbow.

From wall to wall, no room.

They say it is the wise man
who drinks the day before, no?

No. The day after.

Don Miguel, is he a wise man?

Ah, Sí,amigo, most wise.

Most generous.

Most brave.

We will see him again tomorrow.

He will make his pony
to dance across the plaza,

holding his lance up high.

And behind will come the
burros and the carretas,

heavy with buffalo meat.

Here.

To Don Miguel.

To Don Miguel.

Is he as good with
a gun as a lance?

Sí,amigo.

He has only to
point with his gun so,

and the bullet goes
where he points.

As if the gun were a
part of his very own flesh.

No. No, señor.

We drink to Don Miguel,
there is no charge.

Tomorrow.

If there is none here
to speak against it,

let it be Lope de Cruz who rides
at my side to the plaza tomorrow.

The room got quiet.

The air got all breathed out.

By now I feel I was born
here. I know every stone.

You wanna show me?

Do not send to know
for whom the bell tolls.

It doesn't toll for us.

Hmm?

It's the Angelus.

The Angelus is a devotion
commemorating the Annunciation.

Said at morning,
noon and evening.

You know, Augusta,

a man could never really
get to know all of you.

Well, coming down
here and finding you

isn't the only reason I'm here.

I'm gonna go to church and pray.

Unless I can charm you
out of this foolishness.

Fifteen hundred dollars?
Now, that's a lot of charming.

Is that what they're paying you?

Well, we don't need
their blood money.

We got all that and
more in Baton Rouge

just sitting there,
waiting for us.

Augusta, when were
you gonna tell me?

Tell you what?

There's no plantation.

Why, Gurd, I think you've
taken leave of your senses.

Before, I didn't think I
was gonna make it back.

It didn't matter then.

But now...

Augusta, there never was
a plantation, was there?

No.

No.

Just an old shack in the swamps

with fodder corn piled at the
window for one old, skinny hog.

Breakfast on pale grits
and sweet potato coffee.

I was 14 when they
fought a battle hard by.

Union troops and our young men.

I could hear the artillery.

It sounded so far away, but
they hit that place of ours and...

And that dumb old hog
that never could get fat.

And Mama and Papa...

I just wanted to
make you want it.

I just wanted to
get you back South.

No more games, Augusta.

We're past all that.

We're really going back.

That's why I wanted us to
come honest with each other

before tomorrow.

And when it's done and
they pay me my $1,500,

we have our lives ahead of us.

No more games.

You'll die tomorrow.

We'll go in now.

I'll be right up.

Little boy?

Would you like to earn a dollar?

Somewhere nearby,
there are Americanos

who come for the cattle of Don
Miguel. You know where they are?

There is one, Señor Favor.

You ask for him

and tell him the lady said

Don Miguel must not
come to the plaza tomorrow.

But why not,
señora? It is his plaza.

You just do what I
say, you understand?

Now, run along, you hear?

Father.

My...

My need of
confession is desperate.

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

Father...

I am about to
commit a mortal sin.

Now, now, my child,
don't say those things.

No one should sin.

I think I must.

Now, now.

Tsk, what is this mortal
sin you're about to commit?

I may have to kill a man.

Oh, Father, it's more
than I can endure.

No, no.

No one must kill.

Not with God's help.

But I have already killed a man.

The cook tells me that she's got
the best enchiladas in the territory.

She's saving a table
for us downstairs.

You know I never eat before.

Oh, that's right.

In case you get
hit in the stomach.

- This is no time for that.
- When is the time for that?

You think I enjoy this?

Well, you're sure
giving a good imitation.

Look.

Where's the joy in that?

- Oh, Gurd, what's happened?
- I don't know.

Maybe I do.

Maybe I wanna live after all.

A man can get killed like that.

You give it away
a piece at a time.

A piece with each man you drop,

and each man takes his part of
you until you forget who took what.

I can stand that.

What I can't stand is
seeing they took you too.

Oh, Gurd.

Why can't I love
away all the hate?

Don Miguel.

Don Miguel.

Oh.

Such dedication.

The middle of the night
yet bristling to start the drive.

Compadre, there's a gunfighter
waiting for you in Aguacielos.

You see, Lope, it never stops.

There are those who
have the grass and water

and those who want
the grass and water.

It's Gurd Canliss.

Hmm.

At least they flatter
me with the best.

Still, it could be worse.

I have heard that Canliss
has never fired first.

So we have no problem since
I have never fired first either.

Uh-uh, that's been
tried before too,

but Canliss has a great
talent for forcing an issue.

Now, I hate to
mess up your fiesta,

but I would
recommend very highly

staying out of the plaza
altogether tomorrow.

You stay away,

and that way he'll have to
ride off with his guns unfired.

But where is the
pundonor in that?

All right, there's
not much honor in it,

but there's a lot of living
and quite a bit of sense, boy.

- I will kill him.
- Lope!

Señor Favor is right.

You and the others will
ride in with the buffalo.

I will go directly
to the hacienda.

Hide?

Now, wait.

Lope!

If you like that boy,
you'd better stop him.

How?

No goodbye?

Just going out to
feel the weather.

I didn't see any reason
to wake you for that.

Go on, go back to sleep.

Who was he?

I said, who was he?

Don't I have the right
to know the name?

Both. To know and to remember.

Lope de Cruz.

Augusta.

Augusta!

- Well?
- The boys don't like it much,

but they say you give the
word, they'll come in wearing iron

instead of their Sunday best.

But they want it understood
now, this is for you, not Canliss.

Now, I told you to tell them
that they do have a choice.

It ain't for me and it
ain't even for Canliss.

It's just to try and
stop this whole thing

before the area becomes
a shooting gallery.

Well, what they'd really
rather do is go to the fiesta.

You know, baile
fandango. Heh, heh, heh.

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

He should be finished
by now. I'll see.

Forgive me, señora.

I, uh, stayed on my
knees longer than usual.

One prays for many things,

but, uh, forgiveness is
all he can truly hope for.

It is the thing he needs
the most, forgiveness.

Yes, forgiveness.

I should have
stopped him, I know.

Shot him in the
leg, if it came to that.

He would have healed.

He would still possess life.

I thought of the same thing.

I thought sometime I'll
just shoot him in the hand.

He'd never forgive me,
but, well, he'd be alive.

I never could do it.

Señora, if you wish, I
will call my housekeeper.

Perhaps she has something
you would care to try on.

Oh, no, no. I...

How I look is unimportant,
but what I ask is.

Gurd came here to kill you.

But for once, things didn't
go the way he planned.

I know what he's
going through right now.

He probably thinks
I left him for good.

He's probably wondering
about a lot of things.

But I think that just this once, I
may be able to make him leave.

I just might be able to
get him to listen to me.

I just ask you one thing.

To let us ride out of
this valley together,

to let us leave.

Señora, I have no
desire to stop him.

And what about your men?

Like that man
that tried to kill him.

I have commanded that
there'll be no violence,

unless your husband starts it.

Don Miguel, you'd better
make some more commands.

There's certainly no
peace party out there.

Please, promise me.

I promise, señora,
if you act at once.

I do not know how long
they will listen, but I will try.

Thank you.

I'll ride you back, Augusta.

I thought you had left me.

What would I do with
all that plantation?

What were you doing?

Writing me a goodbye note?

Yesterday, Augusta,
down by the church,

I made you admit
there was no plantation.

Not because I want to
embarrass you or expose you,

but because I want everything
between us to be honest.

Now, shouldn't
that go for me too?

There are some things I
haven't talked to you about.

And I wanted you to know,

not as an excuse for
the things I have done,

but because now is the time.

I thought later on they'd come up
here, find the note and send it on to you.

I wanted you to know the
reason for this rage at the world

and how it all started

because some Barbary
Street crimp shanghaied me,

kept me three years at sea.

And how finally when I got back,

it became easier
and easier to kill.

Then harder and how it wore off.

Partly because I
wasn't sure anymore.

But mostly because of you.

I'm just sorry it
didn't wear off sooner.

But there's still time.

I talked to Don
Miguel and he said...

He said we can ride out
of here if we'd go now.

You don't believe that.

Oh, Gurd, I've got to.

I've still got to do
what I came to do.

But you said it was all worn
out. You said it was all done.

You were writing
it in that letter.

You were supposed to
read that, Augusta, after.

Gurd.

What gun are you gonna
use on Don Miguel?

- A strange question...
- Will you answer me?

I'll carry my riffle,
wear my .45s.

Depends on the range.

How and when he's
gonna make his move.

Well, that's good.

Because it would present a
problem if you used the shotgun.

When you make your move, where
do you figure Don Miguel is gonna be?

In the center of the plaza
or the east or the west?

Of course, it doesn't
make any difference

because it's a small plaza.

Any part of it is easy
range from up here.

Open my trunk, will you, Gurd?

That is the gun that killed
Ben Coe in El Paso last month.

You had been shaking and
talking in your sleep all night.

And when Coe rode
into town that morning,

he had a look on his face.

Like a hound dog that's
got his possum treed,

just waiting for it to drop.

So I went out and I...

I bought that gun and I
came back to the room

and I sat behind the curtain,

and I waited, and I prayed.

"Oh, God, let me be wrong.

Please, don't make
me have to do it.

How could I live with
myself if I have to kill a man?

But how could I
live without Gurd?"

He was facing me.

He was not more than 50 feet
away when he drew down on you.

You remember?

It was right after
you left the hotel.

You were on your
way to the stable.

There were three shots.

Two of them sounded
like one, mine and Ben's.

Yours was late.

Ben was already dead.

Oh, I knew it.

I felt his slug brush
my neck, even as I fired.

I'm dead, I thought,

but Ben fell, not me.

I knew someone had
bushwhacked him.

Because I missed him.

Me.

Oh, I detest myself.

I see myself as the
corpse of Ben Coe.

Augusta, I wanna go home.

I wanna go home now.

Hold your fire!
Hold it! Hold it!

Don Miguel's given his
word! Leave Canliss be!

Who wants me?

My wife and I are leaving.

Anybody feels to the contrary,
they'll have to convince me.

Have them bring our
wagon around, Augusta,

and the trunk from upstairs.

If the señor will honor me.

Mr. Favor, kindly
hold this for me.

Augusta, our wagon.

You can stop it now,
Gurd. There's still time.

You're talking to the wrong
man. He's the one to stop.

Now, we are sick,
sorrowful about your friend,

but everybody
saw it, Father saw it.

He attacked my
husband with no warning.

If he had not come to
Los Aguacielos, señora,

it would not have happened.

He came with death,
he must go with death.

No!

He will leave.

There is no grace
in this, Don Miguel.

No honor, no pride.

No future.

Aguacielos is more than a place.

It is a way of life.

It has been offended, invaded.

Unless it makes an example,
it will be offended again,

invaded again.

I will fight him for you,

for all our children.

If you try to stop
me, forgive me,

I will fight you.

I am sorry, señor, but
his words are my thoughts.

You can kill him easily,

possibly I will
prove more difficult.

We shall have to fight.

Don Miguel.

Bring the children here.

Let my husband
beg their forgiveness.

Let them see him throw his
guns away in front of them.

Then they can see that peace
can be bought without killing.

Felipe?

If he humbles himself,

if he makes a
public fool of himself,

then I will stand aside.

Let him run away
like the coyote.

Get down on your
knees if you have to.

Tell him you're
ashamed you came here.

Tell him I'm
ashamed too, tell...

Tell him neither one
of us is worth saving.

Just the love we
have for each other.

I came here a man and
that's the way I'm gonna leave.

As close or as
far as you want it,

whenever you want it.

No!

I'm gonna drop my
hands to take off my guns.

Don't bring your children.

Bring your dogs,

your chickens, your cattle.

All of them are better than me.

Head them up!

Move them out!