All language subtitles for Rawhide S06E05

Billy boy, I can see I
got to take you in hand.

Now, that last shot was
more than an inch off.

You show me the hand that
shoots as good from the hip,

and, uh, I'll show you Abraham
Lincoln doing cartwheels barefoot.

- Jess.
- Hmm?

Morning. Target practice?

You might call it
that. Who are you?

Name's Rowdy Yates.

We're ramrodding a herd a
few miles back down the trail.

Well, Mr. Ramrod Yates,
light down, stretch them bones.

Cattlemen are always
welcome on Johanson land.

Uh, gentlemen.

I hate to interrupt...

That's target practice?

Not exactly.

See, we're just teaching our
friend up there, Mr. Higgins,

that old pirate game.

It's called walking
the plank, ha, ha.

Strange, but I don't seem to
share their sense of humor.

Uh, if you don't mind
me being nosy, why?

Well, being a cattleman,
Yates, you ought to know why.

He's a nester.

He and his kin have been trying to dig
up our dirt now for more than a month.

You are gonna be gone by
nightfall, ain't you, Mr. Higgins?

No, sir, I ain't.

You know, he's the stubbornest
cuss we ever run into.

Mr. Higgins, you mean that you aren't
even in the least a little bit afraid

of what might happen to you?

Mr. Johanson, I'm
scared green, as they say.

But that there is my land,
and I intend to stay on it till I die.

It ain't your land.

Oh, yes, it is.

Has been ever since I filed
my claim. That's the law.

Ain't he the limit?

You know, Pa almost died laughing
when old Milt brought that claim out.

- Old Milt?
- Milt's the town drunk in Paradise.

He sleeps in the courthouse
cellar. He keeps an eye on things.

And he's the court
judge now too.

Pa appointed him that so as he
could, uh, take Higgins' claim...

Claim under what? What?

Under advisement.

Yeah, that's it.

Yeah.

Your pa, he must really
be a barrel of laughs.

He's got a middling
sense of humor.

Let it go, Billy.

Besides, time's a-wasting

and we can't let our little bird
perch up there all day, now, can we?

Yeah, you must be awful
tired up there, eh, Mr. Higgins?

Hey, suppose you just spread
your little wings and take off.

I told you before, I can't swim.

Oh.

Well, you better learn and
try awful hard, Mr. Nester.

Because I promise you that lead is a
slight harder to get through than water.

Look, the man
said he can't swim.

You know, Yates, every
time you open your big mouth,

I like you less.

Suppose you just hop on
your horsy and trot out of here

before you wear
out your welcome.

All right, put the gun down.

Ramrod, you just
made a bad mistake.

Let's make it a bigger one.

Drop those guns in the lake.

- I'm warning you.
- I'm warning you, boy.

Don't make me count to three.

One...

There'll be another time, Billy.

Now, why don't you boys
just hop on your horsies

and trot on out of here?

For now, cowboy.

Only for now.

You can come on down, Higgins.

With pleasure. Aah!

Help.

Help.

Higgins. Higgins, you all right?

Well, I would be

if you'd stop pressing so hard

on my kidneys.

Oh, yeah.

- Thank you.
- I think, uh...

I think you better get out of
here before they come back.

Would you believe how they have
this floodwater listed on the map?

Casey's Creek.

Well, that don't
surprise me none.

That map would most
likely list Death Valley

as a snow-covered
fairyland anyway.

What do you wanna do about this?
Wanna wait till it drains off some?

About all we can do. Might
as well bed them down.

I'll see if there's a shallows
further on somewheres.

- Boss.
- Mm-hm?

They sure don't look like
no happy-time company.

Who's the boss here? You?

Yep. Gil Favor.

You got a ramrod named Yates?

- Oh, yeah. JOHANSON:
Where is he?

Who wants to know?

You caught the question clear
enough, cowpoke, now, where is he?

Does that puppy yap
like that all the time?

Billy.

My name is Johanson.

Your ramrod butted in on
a private affair a while ago.

I wanna talk to him about that.

Yeah, well, maybe
you'd better talk to me.

He ain't back yet.

All right.

Some nesters have been
nagging me for a month or so.

Yates took his part. Threw
down on my boy, Billy, here.

We owe him.

Unless he stopped
in town for a drink.

All right, you look for him there.
But stay away from the farm.

- Pa, that don't make sense, if...
- You stay away from the farm.

I gave them my word we wouldn't
bother them before sundown.

No use in killing them
if we don't have to.

Don't wanna clutter up the
cemetery if we don't have to.

Now, same thing goes for
you and your steers, trail boss.

You keep going north
and there'll be no trouble.

But if one of your
drovers steps out of line,

you ain't gonna have no
herd to push. Is that clear?

You know, for a man who's all fired
sensitive about his own business,

you sure sticking a
big nose into mine.

Now, as long as
this is open trail,

I'm gonna take my herd where
I want to and when I want to.

Is that clear?

It would be, if this
were open trail.

What does that mean?

It means that the herds go
through if I let them. It's my valley.

The land office don't agree.

My land office does.

- Get started.
- Mr. Johanson.

You realize there's logs
and brush in that river

big enough to kill a horse
if it hits him broadside?

That's your lookout.

But I'd advise you
to cross anyway.

It's gonna get worse
before it gets better.

Why?

Snow's melting
faster than we thought.

We dammed up the headwaters,
but the lake's high and the dam's low,

and I wouldn't count
on it to hold forever.

If it busts, you ain't gonna
have no herd to push.

Come on, boys.

I'm gonna like this valley.
Everybody's so friendly.

Jimbo, how far off is
that town they mentioned?

Well, according to that crazy map,
there's a place called Paradise City.

It can't be more than
an hour's ride north.

Three minds but
with a single ramrod.

- Wish, you need some supplies.
- I can always use sugar.

Good, and you find that boy,

and you put him in that
sugar barrel if you have to.

If you two haven't found him
after an hour, forget about him.

He made his own bed,
let him get laid out in it.

Or whatever the saying is.

Giddap.

- Hey. Is this it?
- Huh? Huh?

Is this it?

Yeah, that's it.

Are you all right?

Dizzy spell.

Must have cracked my
head on one of them...

One of them limbs, yeah.

Hit my head.

Hey.

Hey.

Papa.

What...? If you've finally killed
him, I'll cut your rotten head off

and knock you flat with it.
- Killed him?

You keep your clammy
hands off me too.

I may not have a gun, but I
got teeth and I got fingernails,

so unless you wanna lose an
eye, you better start making dust.

Will you let me tell
you what happened?

You don't have to tell
me what happened.

I can see by the
state his clothes are in.

You tried to drown him.

Come on, Papa.

Call Grover, he's in the meadow.

Well, go on, clear out
of here before I get mad!

Get mad?

- Sarah?
- Yes, Papa, I'm right here.

You're safe now.

Where's, uh...?
Where's Mr. Yates?

Well, if you mean that beady-eyed
weasel-mouth, I sent him packing.

He won't bother you anymore.

Sent him packing?

Why, I wanted to
offer him a drink.

I'd have drowned if
it hadn't been for him.

A couple of those Johanson
men got a hold of me.

Isn't he one of Johanson's men?

No, no, no. He's
with some trail herd.

- I'll go fetch him.
- Oh, no, you stay put, Papa.

I'll get him.

Mr. Yates.

Look, I've had just about
all I can handle before lunch.

Oh, that's a shame. And here
I was gonna offer you a drink.

What, poison?

Ten-year-old straight
whiskey, private stock.

Pa told me what you did.

I guess we've been having
kind of a hard time here.

I guess a cowhand to me
is like a red flag to a bull.

Papa won't let us have guns,

so the only thing I've got
to shoot off is my mouth.

Anyway, I'm truly
sorry, Mr. Yates.

And I apologize
with all my heart.

Well, that's all right.

Come on, then.

Well, I, uh, should be
getting back to the herd.

Ten-year-old
whiskey, you say, huh?

Mm-hm.

Well...

I'll just stay for...

How do you like it?

Mr. Higgins, this stuff's
about as smooth as...

Well, a blue-eyed blond-headed
girl's cheek on a soft summer day.

Ha-ha-ha. Made it myself.

- You did?
- Mm-hm.

Papa says every man ought
to have two professions.

Other one's silversmithing.

Yeah, the only trouble
is there don't seem to be

what you might call a crying demand
for silversmithing in Paradise Valley.

At least not yet.

Well, maybe you ought to
move on towards San Francisco.

A city like that ought to have
a big market for silversmithing,

and fine whiskey.

Mr. Yates, didn't
you hear what I said

to those two laughing
jackasses, Mr. Yates?

I ain't stirring one inch from
this farm, market or no market.

You didn't hear those
laughing jackasses right.

The way I understand it, Johanson
don't take no for an answer.

And he's saying
no to you settlers.

Well, the Indians said the
same thing in New Hampshire.

But the settlers came,
just like they came here.

You know, this place was
built by a Concord family.

They done right well
too till that Johanson.

He barked too loud and they
listened too long, and they ran.

So I bought them out.

Took everything, everything
I had, but it was worth it.

You know, I only lived here one month,
but it's got home written all over it.

Yes, sir. The world
turns here, Mr. Yates.

Nobody can stop it.

Well, Johanson can
if he's got the guns.

Has he? We're here.

Oh, sure, I know, he's
scared everybody else out.

Him and that big-talking
Billy and their hired gunmen.

Maybe someday he'll
work up to attacking us.

- Yeah, well...
- But in the meantime,

we're staying right here.

Well, Billy seemed to
make it plain enough.

Johanson wants you out
of here by sundown. Period.

Sundown? ROWDY: That's right.

Unless Billy and his boys decide

to come in here ahead
of time on their own.

They won't.

You can't be sure about that.

Yes, I can. I'll tell you why.

There ain't a living
soul in this whole valley,

except my family and me,

that dares to hiccup
without Johanson's say-so.

So if he told them to wait
until sundown, they'll wait.

And then what?

Well, then they're
human. They're human.

When they see that
they can't buffalo me,

they'll back off. Yeah.

A man like Johanson doesn't
have to buffalo anybody.

If he can't get you out one way,
he'll just kill you and carry you out.

- Mr. Yates. ROWDY:
Now, wait a minute.

All right, suppose you are wrong,
though, then what happens to her?

Well, uh...

Papa, maybe...

You'd better go on there, Sarah.

I wasn't gonna say that.

All I meant was maybe
we ought to have guns.

No, no, no. I'll stand
for no violence here.

No violence?

Well, I happen to believe in
the law with all my soul, sir.

You said it, Higgins,
Johanson is the law in Paradise.

No, sir. No, sir.
The law is principles.

Principles? There's
no principles out here.

This isn't New
Hampshire. It's different.

Why is it different?

Did you know that New
Hampshire was a howling wilderness

before my grandpa got there?

And he didn't turn around and go
back to Liverpool like a whipped pup.

No, sir. He settled down and
he raised two missionary sons.

And do you know that in 90 years,
he never shot a gun or struck a blow?

And neither have any
of the Higginses since.

And some of them
was mighty provoked.

You know, my uncle,
he died in China,

and I brought my pa back
when he was killed in the Fijis.

And I guess I'm as much
a missionary as they are.

Only it ain't religion that
I'm preaching, it is the law.

A man has to have
a use, Mr. Yates,

and a dream.

Otherwise he ain't a man.

I'm surprised that
you don't see that.

Well, I see it, Mr. Higgins.
I just don't under...

Sarah, get behind me.

Oh, Grover, will you stop it?

- This is a friend.
- A what?

A friend. Oh, my goodness.

Well, now, I thought you told me
he was trying to kill Mr. Higgins.

He was.

He did.

Well, that's what she said.

Well, I made a little mistake.

We'll have to hang a
tag around your neck.

"This cowboy don't bite."

- Are these your boys here?
- The little one is. That's Prescott.

And Grover, he might as well be.

He's lived with us
more than half his life.

He's Papa's apprentice.

Or he was. His term's over.

He could go any time he wants.

Well, I'm sorry.

I'd better go and look
in on Mrs. Johanson.

Mrs. Johanson?

Ah, that's one of our mares.

Couldn't think of another name,

and stubborn as she
is, I thought it was fitting.

She's readying to
throw her first colt.

Oh, I sure wish
she'd get it over with.

Sometimes I don't know
what's wrong with that boy.

Well, look, if I don't
get back to my herd,

the trail boss is
gonna skin me alive.

Before I go, Mr. Higgins...

No, no, no, you go on, boy.
You go on. Don't you fret about us.

You know, that Johanson talks
big, but I can talk bigger if I have to.

Talk isn't gonna help
now. Don't you understand?

What you don't understand, my boy,
is that we can take care of ourselves.

Mr. Higgins,
the foal, it's here.

What do I do?

What do you do? Why, you, uh...

What's he do?

What do you do?

Why...

What's he do?

Me?

Oh, yeah, you people can
take care of yourselves just fine.

All right, all right, I'm
coming, Mrs. Johanson.

Now, don't tell me, young man,

you can have a hand
in a miracle like that

and still doubt that the
world's gonna make it all right.

It ain't the world I'm
worried about, Mr. Higgins.

It's the cussed
stubbornness of some people.

Well, this stubborn cuss,
for once, thanks you again.

Is there anything you
can't do, Mr. Yates?

Mighty little, I'd imagine.

Oh, it ain't always what
a man can do, you know,

so much as it is
what he's willing to try.

Sometimes he's gotta stop
mooning around and jump in.

Ain't that right, Mr. Yates?

Oh, yeah. Yeah,
amen, Mr. Higgins.

You know, so I've thinking,

maybe I'll take
your advice after all.

- About Johanson?
- Yeah.

There's no sense in
talking to Johanson.

I can see that now.

So I calculate that maybe
I'll go into Paradise City

and talk to the
people themselves.

Persuade them to turn
away from these handouts

and sloth and Johansons,
and come over to our side.

Higgins, when are you gonna
get it through your thick skull

that you're wasting time?

Telling an American the truth is
never a waste of time there, Mr. Yates.

No one's interested in you.

Well, you are. You
listened, you understood.

Yeah, well, I'm out of my...

- Well, I...
- No, I wanna thank you for everything.

Next time you come by,

I'll consider it a personal
insult if you don't stop here.

All right, now, Grover,
you take care of everything.

I'll be back from
Paradise in an hour or two.

Boy, it's like trying to
reason with a mountain.

All rock and half as thick.

Pa is some stubborn, isn't he?

You think Pa is
wrong, Mr. Yates?

Yeah, 100 percent.

Even about talking to
the folks in Paradise City?

Well,

that can't do any good,

but it probably can't
do any harm either.

I hope not.

They beat him up pretty
bad the last time he went in.

Beat him up? Who beat him up?

Johanson's men.

You mean he's gonna be
spouting off to Johanson's men?

More than likely.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, no, no. Look,
this is his business,

if he wants to get torn
apart, then that's his problem.

Maybe I'd better go
ride into town with him.

Grover.

Yeah, you better stay
here like he told you to.

Mr. Yates, where are you going?

Paradise, where else?

- All right!
- We can't hear you.

Can you hear me now?

Honey, you're coming
over clear as a bell,

so you just ring away.

Now, I was saying this is
your problem as much as mine.

It's the whole valley's problem.

See that statue? Any of
you folks know who that is?

Looks like me when I
still had my figure, honey.

I ain't surprised that you
don't know who that is,

because that is Justice.

And there ain't been any
justice in this whole valley

since that Johanson
rode in here.

But that... Now, wait. That don't
mean it's gonna be that way forever.

No, sir. You don't realize the
power you got in your own hands.

Get up on your
hind feet there, fight.

Why don't you start a
newspaper? Read it.

Worry about what you read and
fix things when they are wrong.

And listen to me,
vote, vote, vote.

Listen to me, you can't
turn your backs on the truth

any more than you can turn your
backs on yourselves, can you?

Stand together,
that's all you need.

Old loudmouth's at it again.

All you need is a little courage
and a little determination

to make the law work for you.

Stand together.
That's all you need.

All right, boys, that's it.

Your pirate days are over, so
you'd better drop those belts.

Get him!

Help him.

Separate them!

Fighting's for animals.

When are you gonna
pay attention to the law?

Oh, no.

Oh, for the love of...

Now what's he gone and done?

Afternoon, Rowdy.

- Oh, no. WISHBONE:
Coming through.

I don't mean to rush, but let's get
out of here while we got a chance.

- Higgins. Higgins.
- Higgins?

- Will you come on? ROWDY:
I can't leave him like this.

He won't have a chance.
Let's get him in the wagon.

Wait a minute, is this that nester
that Johanson's been talking about?

- How'd you meet Johanson?
- He come out to the herd, fit to be tied.

Said anybody got mixed up in
this, he was gonna take them apart.

Mr. Favor will save him the
trouble if we come rolling in with him.

We can take him
back to his farm then.

Might as well be hung
for a sheep as a lamb.

I wish you could
put that another way.

Peace, peace.

Peace, peace.

This sure isn't what
I came to town for.

Giddap.

Come on. Come on.

No.

That'd be too easy.

They bought it now,
right down the line.

Pa warned them drovers to
stay out, and he don't warn twice.

Now, I want
everything shut down.

And I want every man in
town out blocking that trail.

That way nobody
will get out alive.

Scarlet, Hey Soos.

Sí, Señor Favor?

Come here, boys. I wanna
ask you a little question.

Now, if I gave you an order

real slow and real clear, you
think you could carry it out?

- Sure.
- Good, good, good.

Right over those hills

there's supposed to be
a city called Paradise.

Now, I don't know,

it might be a big hole that
everybody just disappears into.

But whatever it is, I want
you two to go over there

and find out what happened to
Rowdy and Wishbone and Quince.

We can do it, señor.

But I don't want you
to get into any trouble.

I don't want you to
make any trouble.

I just want you to look and
listen and use your heads.

- We can do it, señor.
- Now, if somebody asks you

if you're from the
Gil Favor outfit,

what do you say?

Uh...

- No hablo Inglés?
- Fantástico, brilliant.

Es muy inteligente.

You're learning.

Thunder?

Is that right?

You ain't worried,
are you, boss?

Worried? Me?

Flooded river in front of my
herd, quarter of my crew gone,

headwaters rising over a
low-built dam, and it's gonna rain.

Now, can you tell me what in the
world I would have to worry about?

Thanks, boy.

- Ow, ow, that's...
- How you feeling, Pop?

Well, I'd feel like a $1 million

if this male nurse here
would quit fussing over me.

I wouldn't have to fuss over
you if you'd stay out of trouble.

There wouldn't be trouble in
the first place if you didn't start it.

Me? HIGGINS: Yeah, yeah.

I had them folks right
in the palm of my hand.

They're just aching, they're
aching to split with Johanson.

Yeah, sure they are.

The only split they're
gonna have with Johanson

is maybe rushing out
here ahead of time.

Well, where are
they? Where are they?

Probably out getting liquored
up, ready for the big event.

You still have a chance
to get out of here.

Now, listen, Mr. Yates.

There's exactly two ways
that I can lose this battle.

One of them's by running
and the other's by fighting.

And I ain't about to do neither.

Oh, Higgins.

Look, Rowdy, let's just get out of
here before their roof falls in or goes up.

Now, Mr. Quince, there's no
hurry. I know nobody's coming.

These people, I've
got faith in them.

You also got faith in Johanson?

Well, I got faith
in human nature.

If they can scare
me out, they will.

And if they can't, they'll
know they're beaten.

Oh, boy.

Well, I think I'll go
and check the trail.

In the meantime, why don't you
fellas join me in another little snort?

If we gotta go, we
might as well go happy.

Sarah, listen.

No. I'm not going
and that's final.

If you're afraid...

I came for my horse.

He's ready.

Oh, that boy makes
me so mad sometimes.

Why, because he's
trying to save your life?

Sounds like a man
with sense to me.

He's not a man.

He's a child,
that's the trouble.

He's only 19.

And how old are you?

- It's different with a girl.
- It is?

Yes, it is. A girl's
more mature.

She don't want some
infant tagging along after her.

She wants...

What does she want?

Huh?

You think I'm too young
to know my own mind,

- don't you, Mr. Yates?
- Yep.

Well, you're wrong. Dead wrong.

Hey.

You're kind of leading
with your chin, aren't you?

I knew what I was doing.

No one who plays with fire
knows what they're doing.

Look, Sarah.

This life here, this
is for you, not...

Not some dumb fiddle-footed
ramrod who's got a saddle for a roof

and daylight where his
prospects ought to be.

Prospects don't make a man.

At least you've got the courage
to stand on your own two legs.

And Grover, he doesn't, huh?

He's just a baby.

Well, maybe you haven't
let him be anything else.

- Me?
- Yeah.

What have I done to him?

It isn't what you've done,
maybe it's what you haven't done.

What in the Sam Hill
are you two doing here?

Looking for you.

Señor, what's
happening around here?

In town, they have tar,
feathers, even ropes.

Well, Higgins, you hear that? Even
you ought to be able to understand that.

Now, get in there and
start packing your gear.

- Señor Rowdy, there's no way to leave.
- Why not?

They got the road blocked
back about a half a mile.

Let us through but made it
plain, nobody would get out.

You were gonna split
the people with Johanson,

had them all in the
palm of your hand.

That ain't townspeople,
they're Johanson's men.

Them is cowboys
you seen, wasn't they?

No, señor, not vaqueros.

Card dealers,
bartenders, a blacksmith.

They were drinking and laughing,
like men getting ready for a fine party.

Oh.

We might as well all relax,
looks like we're here to stay.

Come on. Let's make chickens!

Quit drinking, come on!

Hurry up there. - Come on.

We want chicken!

Come on! Come on, come on!

Tar and feathers!

Come on, come on.

Come on. Let's make chickens!

Quick drinking! Come on!
- Hurry up there!

It's raining again
in the mountains.

We'll be done with Higgins
by the time it gets over here.

I wasn't thinking about Higgins.
I'm thinking about that dam.

Tell you what you'd better do.
You better find Maury and Steve

and go out and open
up the east sluice.

And you'd better make it quick.

Come on! MAN 1: Hurry up!

Come on! Come on!

Tar and feathers!

Come on! Come on!

This is what I call
a real courtesy,

coming all the way in here so
we don't have to go and get you.

Celebrating New Year's
a little early, ain't you?

We wanted to give your
boys a big sendoff, trail boss.

- Where are they?
- Higgins' farm.

Hold it.

I told you the thing between
me and Higgins was personal,

but your boys bought in.

That puts you right in there with
them. You ain't going nowhere.

Let him be!

Only places he'd go would be
Higgins' farm or his own herd.

They're the deadest
dead ends in the valley.

There's no need to wait
for sundown now, let's go.

What do you figure
they're waiting on?

Well, maybe they
changed their minds.

They know we are
seven men against them.

- Who says we're seven?
- Well, six, at least, with Señor Grover.

Grover does what
Higgins tells him.

I just offered him a rifle
and he wouldn't take it.

Now we're really in
trouble, it's the boss.

Better let him in.

Boss. It's good to see you.

Uh, look, I'd like to explain
about this whole thing, I...

Oh, well, I'll bet you is just wondering
why we didn't come back and, uh...

Hey Soos, you tell him.

Me?

Well, we, uh...

Señor Scarlet?

Uh...

Wish.

Well, it's just a
simple matter of...

Well, you're the
ramrod, you tell him.

Get your horses.

Why? We can't go anywhere.
They got the place surrounded.

Get your horses.

Well, we might make it, Señor
Favor, but what about the girl?

Forget about the girl, get...

What girl?

Uh, Higgins' daughter. He
has a 12-year-old boy too.

Well, I've got 3,000 head of steer
standing by a flood-rising river.

What is the matter with
you knotheads, huh?

How did you get into this, huh?

Well, it wasn't easy.

Can you tell me how any sane man

could risk his neck to pull
somebody else's chestnuts

out of a fire that
can't be put out? Huh?

Yeah, well, then why'd
you come after us?

That's different. ROWDY: Why?

Why? Because I
say so, that's why.

Here they come.

All right, get that
wagon in place.

Sarah, get away
from that window.

Papa, what are you sitting there for?
You said you'd talk to them at least.

Talk to them about what?

Mr. Higgins, I've been
with you for 11 years

and I never saw you do a
wrong thing in all that time.

But you're wrong now.

It's too late for
talk, I grant you that.

But it's not too late to change
your mind about fighting.

You just take a look outside, tell
me how many we'd be fighting against.

But you never cared
about odds before.

What's worse, Grover,

I never cared about the
people who believed in me.

I was too busy trying
to change human nature,

trying to play God.

That ain't right
and it ain't possible.

Well, I learned.

You can't rub people's
noses in the law.

And you can't change them
from animals into human beings.

Well, you can try.

You once told me that it doesn't matter
what a man does so long as he tries.

Well, I mean to try
and help them drovers,

whether you like it or not or
whether you give up or not,

or whether it's right or wrong
or possible or anything else.

Grover.

And you stay away
from that window, Sarah.

But you can't...

I said stay away
from that window, girl.

Papa, I still believe in you.

I know you do, son.

But why you do is sometimes
more than I can understand.

I bet you could lick that
whole bunch if you wanted to.

It's a pretty big bunch.

I bet you could
fly to the moon too.

I bet I couldn't.

But I bet your son might.

By golly, I bet he might.

Providing of course, we give
you a chance to have a son.

- Papa, where you going?
- Never mind where I'm going.

You stay inside. You stay
away from that window.

What are you doing here?

Same thing as you're
doing there, Mr. Yates.

Yeah, preparing for battle.

Well, you can't miss. Ain't not
gonna be no second chance.

All right, boys,
let's take them!

Mr. Johanson!

Mr. Johanson!

Mr. Johanson!

The dam's going. She's
cracking right down the middle.

The da...?

Higgins, get your tools.
Quince, Scarlet, give him a hand.

Everybody else with me.

Come on. Let's get
you something in here.

Well, we can't let
them do it for us.

Come on, boys, let's go.

The geyser's got this one!

Guys, another barrel!

Put it up here! There's
geysers up here!

Put it up here! There's
geysers up here!

Come on. You ain't gonna stop
that one if this one keeps going.

More bags!

Come on, boys,
more bags! Higgins.

Bags!

Bags are slow!

- Keep them coming!
- Keep them coming!

Faster!

Come on, come
on! We're getting it!

Hey, we're getting her whipped.

Wish, how you doing?

We got this one!

Hooray!

Hey, she's starting to give way!

- Hey!
- What happened?

We can't hold it! It's no use!

Keep trying, keep trying.

Keep on trying! Go on
back there! Keep trying.

Timber coming in!

- Bring it up.
- Right here.

- Come on, over here.
- Come on.

Come on, keep it coming.

Bring it up.

Here it comes! Watch
it, Pa. Watch it, Pa.

Hey. Hey, she's slowing down.

Looks like we got her whipped.

That done it. She stopped.

They got it! They got it!

- Keep an eye on her.
- The ones up here are fine.

Give you a hand, Mr. Johanson?

Huh.

It kind of looks like
we slipped their minds.

- Yeah.
- Wait a minute, Higgins.

What you really come
out here for today?

Valley's my home, wouldn't
wanna see it flooded, yep.

Yep.

All right.

All right, you can
stay on your farm.

But if you try to change my
valley, I'll block you in any way I can.

Any legal way?

If you think there's any laws
you can get passed, which I doubt.

Well, can I give you
a hand, Mr. Favor?

Why, thank you.

Head them up!

Move them out!