All language subtitles for Rawhide - 04x08 - The Prairie Elephant.EN

Hyah!

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Keep movin', movin', movin'

Though they're disapprovin'

Keep them dogies movin'

Rawhide

Don't try to understand 'em

Just rope and throw and brand 'em

Soon we'll be living high and wide

My heart's calculatin'

My true love will be waitin'

Be 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

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

Cut 'em out, ride 'em in

- Rawhide
- Rolling, rolling, rolling

Hyah!

Let's pick up those strays.

What in the world is making
those beeves act up like that?

I don't know. They've been well fed
and watered for days.

And itching to stampede.

Can't understand it.

Hyah!

This is as far as we're going today.

We'll make camp right now.

All right.

Whoa, whoa! Callense! Callense!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Get, get off.

Whoa.

Listen to them cattle.

I hear them only too well.

It ain't natural.

Maybe they smell a storm coming up.

There wouldn't be any storm
on the Chisholm Trail this time of year.

- Senor Boss.
- Yeah?

The horses, they are very restless tonight.

No reason they should be any different
from the rest of the cattle or us.

I will need some help with them.

You'll get it.

What are you going to do,
double the night guard?

I want everybody in the saddle.

It's been a long day.

I want everybody in the saddle now.

I wonder where they're going.

Oh, shut up.

I didn't say nothing.

Then why'd I hear you?

I must've said something.

Where do you think you're going
with those things?

Stow 'em in the wagon.

They're dirty.
You're not gonna stow 'em in my wagon.

You want me to stow 'em
in the supply wagon?

No, I don't want you to stow 'em
in the supply wagon.

I want you to wash them.

But, Mr. Wishbone,
that stream is near a mile from here.

Well, you got feet, haven't you?

Big ones, too.

Whatever you say, Mr. Wishbone.

I already said it.

Mushy, how many times I gotta tell you,

I don't care how long
the sardo's been fermenting,

it couldn't make you drunk.

I must be drunk, Mr. Wishbone.

Have you been at my medicine bottles?

You know I wouldn't do that.

Then what could've made you drunk?

You ever been drunk before?

No, sir.

Then what makes you think
you're drunk now?

Well, nobody could've seen
what I seen out there unless they was.

All right. Tell me again.

What did you see?

You wouldn't believe me,
Mr. Wishbone.

I'll try.

Well, l... Well, I seen this...

and then there was a...

Ah, Mr. Wishbone,
I seen it, but I don't believe it.

The way this stock's acting, we're not
moving the herd any more today.

Keeping 'em here sure hasn't helped any.

They ain't stampeded yet.

Joe, Pete and I will ride on ahead.

You keep the men in their saddles.

Have Wishbone get breakfast to them
one way to another.

Sure, Boss.

We're riding on ahead looking for what?

Beeves sure ain't very bright,

but they always got reason
for doing what they do.

We're looking for that reason.

Pete.

Splitting up would double our chances.

Right.

Pascal is in one of his moods again.

Well, you know how he is
when we're together.

But we've got to rehearse.

Morning.

Are you a guide, cowboy?

I'm not a guide, nor cowboy, neither.

Then it's a terrible morning.

Oh?

Say, uh, did you
notice an elephant around?

Yeah, on that ridge back up there.

I'd better go collect him.

I wonder what he thinks of Texas.

Well, if you're not a cowboy
and you're not a guide, what are you?

I'm a trail boss. My name's Favor.

Well, a trail boss of what?

Drovers.

My name's Dario.

Acrobat, high wire man,
and anything else Pascal can think of.

Let me ask you. What is a drover?

We're taking a herd of cattle
up the Chisholm Trail.

Is that where we are?

You mean you don't know where you are?

No. Our guide rode off yesterday.
Quit.

Maybe because Pascal insulted him.

Or maybe because he just got tired
of working without being paid.

Pascal, is it the man who owns this outfit?

- Yeah.
- I'd like to talk to him.

That's his wagon over there.

Thanks.

Uh, Mr. Pascal?

Uh...

Pascal.

No last name, no title.
Just Pascal.

My name's Favor. I'm a trail boss.

I've got a herd of 3,000 head close by.

- A head of what?
- Beeves.

All right. What are beeves?

Oh, cows, cattle.

And they've caught the scent of your lion.

They're awful edgy.

My lion is kept behind bars.

Beef doesn't know that.

What you want from me
is a written statement

that you can show them,
is that it?

It's just that I can't move my herd

until your lion is far enough away
they don't get his scent.

My lion stays with me.

Well, where are you headed for, then?

Brailey. Brailey, Texas,

if there is such a place.

Oh, there is.
It's about 30 miles northwest of here.

Well, I'm relieved.

The Great Western Circus was booked
into Brailey for a gala performance,

and I'm delighted
it's only 30 miles northwest.

I wish my circus were.

Well, all you have to do is follow the trail.

Ever sail a ship?

No.

My people can't follow a trail...

not for five minutes without getting lost.

Is your herd on its way there?

Mm-hmm.

Then my suggestion is
that we drive along with you.

That would make the herd
edgier than ever.

Oh.

Well, we'll just wait for a favoring wind
to blow us to Brailey.

I've got a better idea.

I could send my scout.
He could take you into Brailey.

How much does your scout get paid?

You don't have to worry about that.
I pay him.

Well, in that case, I won't haggle.

How soon can you have him here?

An hour or less.

Jenny.

Yes?

I imagine the trail boss is in a hurry.

We should be ready to move
as soon as his scout gets here.

So if you will use your charms on Dario,
and wake up Orlando,

maybe the two of them
will strike the tents

and our wagons will be ready for moving.

If you want the tents struck, Pascal,
all you have to do is ask me.

I know that, Dario.

It's just that lately
I can't ever seem to find you.

You're always off somewhere with Jenny.

Do you want the tents struck?

If it wouldn't be too much trouble.

Did I say something
I shouldn't have?

My wife, Mr. Favor,
is very beautiful, isn't she?

I'm sure my scout will be here by...

Jenny is 25.

I'm 53.

As soon as you're through with him,
he can come on...

She's very beautiful, isn't she?

Yeah. Yeah. Very beautiful.

Well, my friends,

you're on one side of the bars,
and I'm on the other.

Which of us is the prisoner?

Real big animal, huh?

He's bigger than a chuck wagon.

And where was his tail?

In the right place?

I don't know if it was
in the right place or not.

It's at the back end, I guess.

That's where a tail oughta be.

I think you're right, Mr. Wishbone.

Wish, you seen Pete?

Isn't he with you?

Oh, Mr. Favor, did you find
anything out there?

Yeah, I found plenty.

Kind of a big animal?

An elephant.

A real live elephant.
What do you know?

Bigger than a chuck wagon?

About the same size.

Found plenty else, too.

- What's that?
- A whole traveling circus with a lion.

Out here?

They's on the way to Brailey. They got lost.
Their guide ran out on them.

It's the scent of that lion
and elephant they have

that's making the herd so jumpy.

I'm going to have to send Pete
to take them into Brailey, out of our way.

Oh, something else...
was there kind of a little short man?

Shorty.

I been having a real hard time
believing Mushy.

Looks like he was telling the truth.

I always do. I ain't smart enough
to make up anything, Mr. Wishbone.

Uh, Mr. Favor?

There isn't any telling
when Pete might get back.

We won't be able to move the herd
until we get that outfit off the trail.

And I'm running kind of short of supplies,
so I was thinking...

You ain't no scout.

Anybody can find Brailey.

You don't need a scout for that.

Besides, I am kind of running
short of supplies.

Since when?

Well, since...

the circus, and I got a real hankering
to see me a real live elephant.

You know,

you just might be a better man
for the job after all.

I'm always a better man. Why?

You've got a beard.

Which I've had for quite some time.

That's just the point. You had it
long enough for it to get gray.

So that makes me better than Pete?

I don't think Pascal would mind
having you around.

Who's Pascal?

Owner of the circus.

All right, take the supply wagon
and get on over there.

It's about four miles north of here.

I'm on my way.

And, Wishbone, those circus people
are kind of a strange outfit.

Don't get mixed up with them.
You mind your own business.

I always do.

Well, try to mind your own business
anyway.

Mushy, you'll be doing the cooking
for the next three, four days.

It won't be any trouble, Mr. Favor.

Yeah, uh, you'd better stick
to stew, huh?

You like my stew.

Well, there's just not much
anybody can do for stew

one way to the other.

You know, I figure it just might
be safer that way

for everybody.

Yes, sir, a real live elephant,

just about as big as the chuck wagon.

Are you the new guide
the trail boss promised us?

For once that Mushy was right.

Well, are ya or ain't ya?

Am I what?

The new guide.

Yes, sir, mister, I'm going
to take you to Brailey.

My name's Wishbone. G.W. Wishbone.

Shorty.

Shorty?

Pour a couple more, will you, Shorty?

Don't you think you've had enough?

Pour.

What are you trying to do,
drink your way through the southwest?

Drink my way through the rest of my life.

You're a clown, Shorty.

You're one of nature's clowns.

Thanks.

I'm a clown by art and tradition.

I created myself as seven generations
of Pascals did before me.

Not many men can say that.

Most men are what they were born to be.

Could you, by willing, have added
one inch to your miserable stature?

You think I wanted to be the way I am?

Oh, no.

That's your tragedy.

I did want to be the way I am.

That's mine.

Dario and Jenny, they make
a good combination on the wire, don't they?

They're a fine act, Pascal.

On and off the wire.

Isn't that so?

On the wire.
Off the wire, Jenny's your wife.

I know that, and you know that.

- She knows it, too.
- But it bothers her, doesn't it?

It bothers Dario, too.

Pascal, I've been telling you
time and time again...

You been lying to me time and time again.

Dario's a young man.

He's good-looking.

Why would any woman prefer me?

Dario's an acrobat.

He does the wire act.

He wants to take my place.

Everybody who sees Jenny
wants to take my place.

Where are you going?

Jumbo's likely to be lonely.

I think I'll keep him company for a while.

Caesar's kind of edgy tonight.

Well, here it is, Mr. Wishbone.

I'm afraid I'm not a very good cook.

I'm not going to take your word
for that, ma'am.

I'll move this for you.

Jenny, where's Pascal?

I'm sorry.

He's in the wagon. I'll get him.

Help yourself, Dario.

I will, Jenny.

I'm not in there drinking.

- I didn't think you were.
- Ohh.

You don't lie very well.

I've been watching you.

- There's food on the table.
- Watching you and Dario.

Pascal, come and eat.

I'm curious, Jenny.

Do you and Dario talk about me
when you're together?

Or don't you think about me at all?

What are you trying to do, Pascal,
drive me away from you?

I want you to be old and ugly like me.

You're making me feel old and ugly.

Dario makes you feel different,
doesn't he?

Doesn't he?

Well, I guess it's time to turn in.

Don't go yet, Mr. Wishbone.

Pascal has hardly had a chance
to talk to you.

Pascal? What?

Are you married?

No.

You've been married?

Well, close to it a couple of times.

Once in St. Louis.

You've been a scout a long time.

Well, I'm not exactly a scout.

- I can take you to Brailey, but...
- What are you, then?

Well, I'm kind of a doctor, too.

I am impressed.

Only on a drive, there's not much
doctoring to do most of the time.

So what do you do most of the time?

I'm a cook.

I like you, Mr. Wishbone.

- You do?
- I do.

Like most of the other
real human beings I've ever known,

pretend once, pretend twice
that you're something else.

But the third time, tell the truth.

You're a cook.

There's nothing wrong
with being a cook.

Wrong?

I just wish I did something half as useful.

Well, making people laugh
is useful, too, especially out here.

People laugh one minute, cry the next.

Or kill.

You make a man laugh,

he'll forget you the minute
you're out of his sight.

You make a man hate you,

he'll remember you the rest of his life.

If it's all the same to you,
I'd just as soon he'd forget me.

Are you a drinking man, Mr. Wishbone?

I take it or leave it alone.

Mostly on the drive, I leave it alone.

You're not on the drive now.
Care to join me in a drink?

Yeah, sure.

Shorty!

Pascal?

Bring a bottle and some glasses.

Mr. Wishbone here...

scout and doctor and gentleman...

finds himself just a trifle thirsty,

as does Pascal.

A bottle and some glasses.

Three glasses?

Jenny, please, I want to talk to you.

What about?

He slapped you before.

I don't need to be reminded.

You do.

You need to be reminded
that last week he knocked you down.

You need to be reminded
that a month ago, when he was drunk,

he almost strangled you,

just because you smiled at a boy

who came around to the tents
after the performance.

I don't need to be reminded.
I know all those things.

You must know that one of these days
he's going to kill you.

He's jealous, but he loves me.
I know he loves me.

I've seen so many things,
Mr. Wishbone...

great cities of the East,
great cities of Europe.

It does seem a little strange to be sitting
out here in the middle of a wilderness.

This is not so much wilderness.

Well, Chisholm Trail's
getting to be pretty well known.

I apologize, Mr. Wishbone.

I imagine to a stranger the busiest spot
in the world would seem a like wilderness.

Jenny raise a fuss about the bottle?

No. Uh, no, she didn't make
a fuss at all.

Well.

He doesn't deserve a prize for that.

He's not the only one that loves you.

- Oh, Dario, don't.
- Wait.

You're afraid. Not of Pascal.

You're afraid of me.

Why should I be afraid of you?
You're kind and good.

Because I'm going to tell you
that I love you.

Because I'm gonna say that I want
to take you away

from a man that's half insane,
a man you don't love.

He's my husband.

Do you love him at all anymore?

I can't leave him.

Forget me.
Forget that I love you.

You've got to leave him
because of yourself.

Do you want to know
the real reason I can't leave?

What is it?

Because I'd never be sure
that I was leaving him to save myself

or whether I was leaving him
because I was falling in love with you.

Jenny...

No, Dario, please. Quit the circus.

You know, if you were
to shave off that beard,

you'd look so much younger.

I'd be pretty lonesome, too.

This beard's been with me
for a long time.

Besides, it helps keep me warm
when the norther blows.

It's so gray.

It's got a right to be gray.

It's growing on the face of a man
that's lived a good many years.

I envy you.

I won't leave you alone with him.

It'll make things easier.

You could have found a better place,
a more hidden one.

Do you have to make love to my wife
where I can see you?

- He's quitting the circus, Pascal.
- I'll kill him.

Whoa!

Pascal, I tell you, stop it!

What do you want to... Get off him!

- What do you want to do, kill him?
- Yes, I'll kill him!

Hyah!

It's Jenny!

No, no. Don't move her. Don't move her.

- Huh?
- I told you I do doctoring.

Let me take a look at her.
Somebody take him away.

I didn't mean her any harm.

I didn't mean her any harm.

Is she dead?

No. She's just unconscious.

Well, no bones broken.
She may be hurt inside.

I can't tell here. First thing to do
is make her comfortable.

The bed in our wagon, it's soft.

Well, we'll get her there
as soon as possible.

Don't jostle her around doing it.

I'll get my bag.

Jenny.

All right, would you all mind
getting out of here

so's I can examine the patient?

Pascal.

Come on out.

Give Mr. Wishbone a chance.

Or don't you want Jenny to get better?

All right, Mrs. Pascal,
you can open your eyes now.

Because while I was getting them
out of here, I saw your eyes flicker.

That's better.

Nothing's better.

You hurt anyplace?

No.

I guess just being thrown from the wagon
knocked you out for a while.

Well, I should go and tell Pascal.

Please don't tell him.

He's worried about you.

He's worried about me now,
but when he finds out I'm all right, he'll...

Mr. Wishbone,
you're going to have to pretend

that there's something wrong with me.

What good will that do?

lt'll give me a chance to escape.

When we get to Brailey
and they're setting up the circus,

I'll... I'll take a stage and go east.

You think that's fair
to your husband, ma'am?

Pascal is a great clown.

His father and his father before him,
they were all great clowns.

Look at him.

Why do you think
he has a four-wagon circus

and a lion and a few monkeys
and an elephant and nothing more?

I don't know.

Because he drove everyone
away from the circus,

everyone under 30.
He was jealous of me.

It started about three years ago when...

when he became 50.

And ever since then,

Pascal's circus has grown
smaller and smaller.

Then we drifted away from the big cities
and the big crowds.

Now we're here.

I guess Texas isn't
a very good place for a circus.

At least I don't ever remember
seeing one out here before.

It would be different
if he were just beginning.

But he was at the very top.

Oh, you should have known him then.

The tent ringing with laughter.

It's my fault.
I never should have married him.

So I thought if I left him,

he might forget his jealousies,

go back and be the great clown
he really is.

You may not think so, Mr. Wishbone,
but that's very important to me.

Because I loved him very much once.

I kind of hate letting him
think you're sick when you're not.

You might be saving my life.

Uh, you're pretty sick, ma'am.

You just stay right where you are
unless I tell you to move.

You know that thing back there...

You mean the elephant?

Wouldn't be any good at all
on a trail ride.

Not any worse than a doctor
who ain't a doctor.

Who ain't a doctor?

You.

Well, I never said I was.
At least not a real one.

Well, then, how come you know so much
about Jenny's sickness?

I had a lot of experience
with fellas being throwed.

Well, uh, you ain't had
much experience at lyin'.

You gettin' at somethin'?

You know, I don't think
Jenny's sick at all.

Did you talk this over
with anyone else?

I like Jenny.

That's something.

Comes to that, I even like you.

Ah, thanks.

You know, Pascal's gonna find out

about this sooner or later.

If I were you, I'd get back
to that cattle drive right now.

My orders is to take this circus to Brailey,
and I'm gonna take it to Brailey.

You know, you don't act as smart

as a man should act
with whiskers as gray as yours.

Well, it's getting about time for lunch.

Tell me...

You already found out
all you're gonna find out from me.

I've got to talk to Jenny.

Well, she's not feeling good.

However she's feeling, it's my fault.
I got to talk to her.

Well, I can't keep you out of there.

Jenny, I'm sorry.

You're sorry.

You and Dario, I never really thought...

I mean, it was all in my mind.
I know it was.

Jenny.

You remember Boston?

When we got married?

Yes, I remember.

Haven't you got anything
to say to Pascal?

I'm tired, Pascal.

Why does a man want to die
because of a woman?

Or kill?

Hi. It's a hell of a big circus, folks.

Hello, folks.

Wishbone.

How's Jenny?

Oh, she's fine.

She'll be much better off
in that hotel room.

Quieter and less drafts.

First time in ten years
that we've been separated.

Oh, well, it's only a half a mile.

Sometimes half a mile is
as far away as the other side of the world.

Come over here, all of you.

Something I want to tell you.

We are in Brailey, Texas.

A dusty town in empty country.

There isn't much anyone can say
about Brailey, Texas, up until now.

After today,
it'll have a certain distinction.

This is the place where Pascal
gave his last performance.

You're joking.

My wife is very ill.

She needs all the attention I can give her.

I can't keep both the circus and her.

I choose Jenny.

Shorty, for what it's worth,

the elephant, the monkeys,
the lion, the wagons...

it's your show.

Well, what are you...
what are you going to do?

Jenny and I will find someplace.

Don't worry.

You'll never hear from us again.

There never was a Pascal
could quit a circus.

There never was.

There will be now.

I don't believe him.

He means what he says.

Why would he want to give the circus up?

Jenny.

The only reason Jenny hasn't been killed
is because of us.

You, Orlando, me, how many times
have we saved her from him?

I know that, but there's nothing
to worry about.

Is there, Mr. Wishbone?

What do you mean?

Jenny was faking.

You took her away from the circus
and put her up in that hotel.

Why?

Give her a chance
to get a stagecoach east.

That's what I meant.

Only thing is it isn't gonna be that easy.

Why not?

There's no stagecoach
out of Brailey for three days.

I just don't like it.

I don't see you got much choice, ma'am.

I can't believe he'd give up the circus.

Can you believe he'd try to kill you again?

Yes.

Then you got to get out of here.

I'd try to take you to Brownsville myself,

but it's been three days.
I've got to get back to the herd.

I'd rather go alone.

You remember what happened
the last time you drove a wagon.

No, you let Dario take you.

And when you get to Brownsville,
you can take a stagecoach alone

if that'll make you feel better.

It'll make me feel more honest.

What about my clothes?
They're all in the wagon.

I'll get them. Just tell me what you want.

Well, they're in a suitcase
behind a red chair.

- I packed it yesterday.
- I'll be right back.

Mr. Wishbone, one more thing.

There's a picture album
on a shelf over the bed.

- Would you get that, too, please?
- I'll get it.

What are you doing here?

It's Mrs. Pascal.
She needs a change of clothes.

She's too sick to think about clothes,
isn't she?

Or maybe she isn't.

You don't know anything about women.

- No matter how sick they are...
- I know all I need to know about Jenny.

She packed that before she left,
didn't she?

And you're taking it to her.

Where is she going?

She's staying right there
in that hotel room.

Oh?

Now, she's a sick woman.
I'm not gonna let you bust into there and...

Ohh!

I'm a clown.

But only when I'm working.

Only in front of an audience,

when I wear the greasepaint
and the big shoes.

Nobody makes a clown out of me
with my wife, with my life.

I asked Dario to take me away with him.

You didn't have to ask him twice, did you?

Aah!

Better go get the sheriff.
Tell him there was an accident.

- l...
- An accident!

- You all right?
- Yeah.

You better get out of here, Mrs. Pascal.

Go get my doctor's bag.
It's in the front of my wagon.

All right, Pascal.

The bleeding's stopped,
and the bullet's out.

There's no reason
why you shouldn't get over this.

I guess I'm supposed to thank you.

That's up to you.

You just stay right there in bed
for three or four days,

- and you'll be in no danger.
- Huh.

No danger.

Hear that, Dario?

No danger.

Except that while I'm in bed,

you and Jenny can run off together.

And you'll be miles away.

You'll be a lifetime away.

I wish it was true.

Jenny's at the circus, waiting to go on.

She's waiting for me so we can
do the high-wire act.

Why?

Why don't the two of you run away together
now while you've got the chance?

Don't you realize, Pascal,
she'll never leave you?

She loves me?

No. You killed that.

In spite of what I told her,
she still won't leave you

until you kill her, too.

What do you think you're doing?

I'm getting up.

You heard Dario.

Jenny's not leaving me.

If you don't stay right in that bed,
you're going to kill yourself.

Mr. Wishbone, I am Pascal the clown.

Wherever there's a circus,
there's always a clown.

Dance for me.

May I call your attention
to the southeast corner of the arena?

Performing 25 feet in the air,

on the slenderest of cables,

without a net,

Dario and Jenny!

Aww!

His heart. Isn't that cute?

Mr. Wishbone, he shouldn't be out there.

I didn't try to stop him.

He'll die out there.

Maybe.

You know what I think he's doing?

Buying you a ticket back east.

More.

More! More! More! More!

Pascal.

Dario.

- Dario.
- I'm here, Pascal.

Go out and cover for me.

Shorty, it's your circus.

Tell him entertain the people.

Do your tumbling act.

Pascal, you shouldn't have gone on.

Don't worry, Jenny. I won't do it again.

Sorry I knocked you around,
Mr. Wishbone.

Pascal.

There's one thing a good performer knows...

when to make an exit.

Bravo!

The sound of laughter and applause
was in his ears when he died.

What more could a clown want?

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 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

Count 'em out, ride 'em in,
ride 'em in, let 'em out

Count 'em out, ride 'em in

Rawhide

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Rollin', rollin', rollin'

- Hyah!
- Rollin' rollin', rollin'

Hyah!

Rawhide

- Hyah!
- Rollin', rollin', rollin'

Hyah!