Rawhide (1959) s01e07 Episode Script

Hyah! ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'? ? Keep movin', movin', movin'? ? Though they're disapprovin'? ? Keep them dogies movin'? ? Rawhide? ? Don't try to understand 'em? ? Just rope 'em, throw, and brand 'em? ? Soon we'll be livin' 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? ? Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, ride 'em in, let 'em out? ? Cut 'em out, ride 'em in? ? Rawhide? ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'? ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'? Hyah! Hyah! ? Rawhide!? Hyah! On a drive from San Antone to Sedalia, I don't have to remind myself what's lying in wait for us up ahead.
Sometimes I'm apt to forget what we've left behind.
This isn't a single brand herd.
It's made up of a lot of brands.
A hundred small owners counting on us to get through.
The early herds have first call on the weather.
We get the grazed-out, parched lands, dry enough for a bolt of lightning to touch off a prairie fire.
Streams too thin to plow, but too thick to drink.
One thing's sure- a trail boss who thinks he can push a drive through this late has to be out of his mind.
But somebody's got to try it, and that's me, Gil Favor, trail boss.
Notice how that tail end's slopping off? I'm gladyounoticed.
Well, there's still two drag riders, but maybe I can go give 'em a hand.
You worrying about the drag rider who's fallen behind, Rowdy? You don't miss much, do you, Mr.
Favor? Go root him out.
Yes, sir.
Oh, Rowdy? Easy on him.
Most likely he's younger and more inexperienced than you.
If that's possible.
Yes, sir.
You want to go on looking like you're getting ready to hold up the Overland stage, or do you want to pull that thing off your face? I'm used to it.
It don't bother me none.
But like I told him when I signed on, I got a cough.
I don't want to spread it around.
I ain't heard you cough.
Oh? Maybe you want to come down and pull this off me.
I just might.
That's far enough, Rowdy.
Well, you mean it? Yeah.
I mean it.
Look, you signed on with a herd.
You keep your face covered, and you skip out every chance you get.
Well, it's kind of dry riding back where Favor put me.
Mr.
Favor.
Every green hand has to ride drag, and you're no better than the rest of us.
Matter of opinion, maybe.
All I want is for Mr.
Favor's herd to keep moving.
When I come across a dead head, I want to know why he's dead-heading.
What you want is to get this thing off my face, just like everybody else.
Well, here it is.
Make your move.
I can't gun down anyone Mr.
Favor hires.
That's right.
But just to show you how close you came To what? Want to prove something? Throw it, Rowdy? Like this? Like that.
You two settle anything? He's still wearing that mask.
Tear it off of him, Mr.
Favor, and look under it.
You want to tear it off me? He had it in mind.
You want to be next? I don't mind if I am.
Don't let him come any closer.
If he keeps coming, I That's enough, Pete.
You hear me? That's enough.
He give you any trouble, Rowdy? He says the dust bothers him.
Maybe it does, and maybe it doesn't.
You're supposed to be riding drag, aren't you, Lance? That's right.
The tail of the herd where all the dust is.
Get back to it.
Get back to it quick.
When I'm ready.
Now you stop, or I'll gun you.
I don't care who you are.
You signed on to help move this herd, Lance.
That's the only interest I've got in you.
Now either you get back to the herd, or I'll take that gun away and fire you.
Now, don't come any closer.
I don't want any trouble with you, Mr.
Favor.
But you keep those other two off me.
They're not going to bother you, Lance.
All right.
I'll get back to the herd.
What happens if we wake up some morning and find him gone? And half the herd with him.
I doubt it.
Not the way he handles cattle.
He hasn't done anything except cover his face.
No law against that.
And we're short of riders.
Try to get along with him.
Nobody's going to get along with that young'un.
Hyah.
Wishbone? Whoa.
You heard anything you don't like about the young drag rider? The one who covers his face.
That gunfighter? Now, who pinned that label on him? You, Wishbone? When a man covers his face, it's either because of something he's done or something he's gonna do.
I've been a lot of places and seen a lot of Jaspers, gunmen, gunfighters, killers.
What are you trying to say? When there's a killer around, somebody always gets killed.
My horse broke a leg.
Had to shoot him.
Bad place to be left afoot.
Yeah.
I was headed north.
Say, I'm, uh, pretty good with cattle if you can use another hand.
Matter of fact, I can.
My name's Favor.
Trail boss.
I'm Brazo.
Throw your gear in the supply wagon, Brazo.
I'll see about getting you a horse from the remuda.
Thank you.
Much obliged.
Now we gottwokillers, Mr.
Favor.
Get that wagon movin'.
Yes, sir.
Come on.
Now what do you think you're doing with that little pot? Now wash the dishes.
Yes, sir, Mr.
Wishbone.
Don't try it.
Don't draw on me, Brazo.
That's enough, Brazo.
What's the matter with you, Pete? He's got no cough.
When they cover their face like that it means only one thing.
He don't want to be recognized for something he's done.
That's enough of that.
Pete's only trying to do what I told him, Mr.
Favor.
What? Well, I don't want anything to go wrong with this drive.
How do I know that face ain't staring at the world from a thousand wanted posters? I figured if Pete had yanked that wipe off, it would get the boy out in the open and put an end to whatever notions he's got.
Well, maybe I was wrong.
I'm sorry, Mr.
Favor.
Pete.
Sorry, young man.
Wishbone's apology all right by you, Lance? Yeah, I guess so, Mr.
Favor.
Maybe you helped us by stopping whatever was going to come up.
But maybe you just butted in.
Well, now, what do you mean by that? A loose horse came wandering in this evening.
It's a good one, it's been rode recent.
There couldn't have been a loose saddle horse around here.
I figure it's yours and you turned him loose on purpose.
Is that what you figure? Then it wasn't no accident.
You've come up with this drive looking for me.
You talk too much.
You don't talk enough, Brazo.
Easy now, Mr.
Favor.
Maybe Brazo's short for Brazmond.
That right? Maybe.
Hired gunfighter in the fence wars in East Texas.
Pretty well known a few years back.
Worked for both sides at different times.
Real successful.
What's a gunfighter doing interested in this boy? Him? Well, maybe you better tell him, Lance.
Why? I ain't proud of it no more.
Really? Well, he's my kid brother, Mr.
Favor.
I ain't going to let him act like a fool and get himself killed.
That ain't none of your business now.
Well, maybe I think it is.
Now, look, um I got a few dollars now.
It's enough to buy us a spread.
It can be yours.
I'll be your foreman.
What do you say? No.
I just want to get out of here.
I got a place to go now and I'm going.
And you ain't going to stop me.
But I'm just trying to help you, boy.
Help me? Nobody can help me.
Nobody, remember?! Well, look at it.
I told you, it's not as bad as you think.
I know how bad it is.
Are you satisfied now? Huh? Well, go on, call me a freak.
That's what you're thinking, isn't it? Well, go on and say it! Go on, say it! What's he talking about, Mr.
Favor? That little scar? Always wondered why you bedded down away from the rest of us.
Matter of fact, I still don't see any reason for it.
Pulling out? Oh, this is about as far as I meant to come.
Used the drive as a means of getting here? Well, I was broke, Mr.
Favor.
I'll stay on to Barker Springs, it's not far from here.
Came to take the horse? I got some wages due me, ain't I? Not enough, Lance.
Well, I'll send you the difference.
What about your brother? Well, what's it to him? Or to any of you? You're leaving a pretty fair job, Lance.
You got one waiting for you in Barker Springs? Oh, he's got one, all right.
Such as it is.
Hired gun, huh? Hey, tell me something.
The folks proud? They're dead, Brazo.
That's right.
Both of them.
Ma died three months ago.
Pa died last winter.
The money you sent kept them happy.
They thought you was doing fine, just fine.
So'd I.
And I knew how you was doing it.
You did, huh? You knew and you mean to do the same as me? Why not? Well, uh guess I'm not bright enough to tell you.
That's right.
See, Mr.
Favor, there was a fire.
I got burnt.
You got a scar is all.
It don't make you no different from anybody else.
I tried going to school with this face.
I listened to the kids in my schoolhouse.
I tried clerking in a grocery store.
I could hear the customers whisper.
No, you only thought you could.
I tried doing everything a man can do without without showing his face.
I found there ain't much anybody can do without showing people what he looks like.
You make a living on these drives, Lance.
Yeah, you see what I do to the other men.
I'll get along.
Something of my own choosing.
Mm-hmm.
Working for Slate Prell.
Isn't that where you're going? Well, what if it is? Now you listen to me.
You let this eat at you till it's all out of size.
Other people don't think about it the way you do.
To them, a scar is a scar.
Now you still got to be a man.
A scar don't drive a man to hire out his gun.
I'll make out.
You did.
You made a good life for Ma, for Pa and for me.
Maybe.
But I never worked for Slate Prell.
I kept turning him down.
Man's got a spread to run, that's all.
Needs help.
Like he did in East Texas? Night riding, cutting fences? Burning out his neighbors? That's right.
Gunning them.
Stealing all the stock he could get his hands on.
Yeah You can say that now that you've quit.
Well, you go, you'll have to answer to me.
Don't count on it.
Oh, uh I'll pay for my brother's horse, Mr.
Favor.
Well Brazo.
Yeah? You going after him? I thought I'd, um, go have a look at the Barker Spring.
Like some company? No, it's not your lookout.
It might be.
You're on the payroll now.
I sort of like to keep an eye on my men.
You do, huh? Well, it's a pretty good ride at that.
Somebody to talk to.
All right.
How 'bout here? This looks like a good place.
Maybe they got some pie to go with Wishbone's coffee.
Suits me.
Mr.
Favor? Right.
Ma'am.
Good evening, gentlemen.
You got some, uh, pie? Yes, wild plum, if you like that.
That's fine.
All three of you? Coffee mainly.
Well, fine.
I just made some fresh.
Um, you just sit down anywhere and I'll bring it right out.
Uh Strangers in town? Mm-hmm.
You just going through? I'm pushing a cattle drive north.
We're bedded down a ways west of here.
These fellas work for you? That's right.
My name's Favor, trail boss.
We got no room for trouble here.
Mister, a good way not to start it is not to mention it.
Do you understand what I said? Who sent you, Marshal? Who sent me? Now I don't like that.
Don't make no difference who sent me.
Now, I told you about not wanting any trouble.
The rest is up to you.
Oh, now, listen, don't you pay any attention to him.
Tobin's nothing but a flunky for Slate Prell.
He's no more than a Hey, one of you wouldn't be the new one, would you? The new one? There's talk that Slate's hired a new gunman.
No.
None of us work for Slate Prell.
What about this Slate Prell, Miss, uh? Dawson.
Rainy Dawson.
They wanted rain when I was born.
And I was Mrs.
Dawson until ten months ago.
Oh? What about Slate Prell, Miss Rainy? Well, my husband and I had a ranch out west of town.
It wasn't much.
We'd just started putting the seeds in the ground.
Rutabagas and winter turnips.
They rode in one night with their faces covered and shot him when he stepped out on the front porch.
You think it was Slate Prell did it, huh? Look, Slate Prell came here a year and a half ago with 200 steers.
Today, he's running He is this town, and everything around it.
Well, we we weren't the first ones to get shot up and burned out, and we won't be the last.
Well, why don't them that's left leave? Why don't they fight? Range war never settled anything.
Well, does it settle anything to give a killer everything he wants? Look, I-I've got a three-year-old son out in the back room.
I'm afraid to let him play in here.
One of them might see him and remember if they ever ask anything of me, and I've got to stand up to them.
Well fighting won't bring you what you think it will.
And what would you do, Mr.
Peace Lover? Me? Well I-I don't know.
I don't know.
Looks like you got some customers, Miss Rainy.
Or we got visitors.
Slate Prell? Yeah.
I thought you didn't know Slate Prell.
We're not working for him, Miss Rainy.
Who are you, anyway? Trail drivers, that's all.
Well, why are they coming in here? What does he want with you? Why did he send that flunky marshal in here? Do you want to go out through the back? No, thanks.
What are you going to do? Why don't you go and, uh make us some more coffee? But Well, well.
I had heard that you was living down around El Paso somewhere? Did you? And the way the stories had it was that you had hung up your gun, and quit for good.
You know, Slate, I used to hear folks claim that a snake would never travel more than a mile from where it was hatched.
But they must have been wrong.
You was hatched a long way from here, wasn't you? Same old Braz Man.
Now, what brings you up to Baca Springs, same old Braz Man? He's following me, that's what brought him.
You said we were just coming up here to talk to a fella.
Why didn't you tell me who it was? Well, now, I didn't think with that hankie on your face you cared who followed you.
You care now? Why should I? You offered me a job not him.
That's right.
You know, it's funny.
I didn't know until he told me that he was your little brother.
Now, that kind of turns out to be a bonus for me, doesn't it? I asked you once to stay away from me.
I ain't going to ask you no more.
Now, you come after me again, you better come ready.
Your gun's bought now, Lance.
It belongs to Mr.
Prell.
Oh, now, wait a minute.
Maybe not.
Now that you're here.
But if he wants to live up to his face I'll give him that chance.
Slate.
Yeah? Door's right behind you.
Same way you came in.
Yeah, but counting Danny outside, we are five to your three.
Well, you remember my way, don't you- get the number one man first? Yeah, but your kid brother is fast, and I figure you to be his first.
Get out.
Now, stay out of this, Miss Rainy.
I said get out.
She is a handy woman to have around, Braz Man.
You're beginning to see.
Let's go, little brother.
Let's go.
What Slate was saying You are a gunfighter, aren't you? Yeah.
Yeah.
Why does your brother cover his face? Maybe we'd better get back.
You be all right? Yes, he won't be back.
He knows I'll kill him if he does.
What is he? Brazo? Mostly what he's run into, I guess, with a little help from himself.
'Bout like the rest of us.
Brazo? There's men here who'd fight if they had a man to lead them.
Well, maybe a man like that will come along someday, Miss Rainy.
Good night.
Mr.
Favor.
Lance.
They they didn't trust me.
They said that you and I was trying Help me.
My my first job was to kill you.
I-I couldn't.
You was right.
I I-I, I made too much of it.
I didn't know.
His scar was wanting to be like me.
But it was my fault, not his.
Maybe.
I don't know.
If you could go back and do it over again No.
You only get one time around.
Brazo, you had no way of knowing how it was going to work out.
Anybody can tell who won the last hand.
The cards are right there on the table.
But at the time, you've got to play them blind- just by guess.
Yeah, but if you guess wrong, you still lose, don't you? What are you figuring to do? It's like you told Miss Rainy.
Never settles anything.
I know.
I've got a job for you with the herd.
You can ride north with us.
It's new country up there- good land, new people.
No, there's times when a man just has to do a thing even when he knows better.
Lance has to be evened up.
I'm much obliged to you, though.
I'll go with you.
Hangman don't use his friend to help.
I'll make out all right.
Good luck with them dogies.
Yeah.
This belonged to Lance.
Think Brazo will be back for it? No.
Throw it in the wagon.
All right.
I had a bad feeling about this first time I saw that boy hiding his face.
It started long before that, Wishbone.
How long is it going to take you? I got a herd to drive.
Pete can get it moving.
Sure can, Mr.
Favor.
We can catch up to them later.
What do you mean "we"? Well, don't get any ideas about riding in there alone, Mr.
Favor.
He might have a chance if we backed him up.
Sure won't if we don't.
Well, let's get going, then.
All right, let's get them steers moving.
I, uh, didn't think you'd be up.
I was just building a fire.
What do you want? You must have already built your fire coffee's hot.
What are you doing here at this hour? Look, uh, Slate Prell.
Where's his ranch located? It's quite a ride from here.
Well, how do I get there? What do you want him for? How do I get out there? If you're looking for him, he's not out there.
He stayed in town last night.
Where? At a saloon down the end of the street.
Him and six or eight of his men.
Your brother's probably among them.
Would they still be there? More than likely.
When they stay late, they usually sleep over.
Why, what are you aiming to do? Join them, so you can help him run us out of town? Uh, you got another cup? It's not fresh.
It's last night's.
If you rode all the way in here for a cup of coffee, you might as well drink it.
Yeah.
You'd fool yourself killing time over a cup of coffee.
Like you hadn't made up your mind yet.
If you wasn't sure 'cause you always go right ahead and do it anyway, just like you knew you would all along.
Are you going after Slate Prell? Alone? Are you crazy? Maybe.
But last night you said Last night I said a lot of things, true things.
But that was last night, and this morning I'm not following them, but they're still true.
What happened? What changed your mind? Lance is dead.
They shot him in the back last night.
Oh, no.
Look what I said about hoping someday you'd find out what to do I didn't mean I-I know.
And you think Slate Prell did it? Well, if it it figures that way.
Now, you sit real still.
Well I'm going to go now, Rainy.
Please don't He was just the first.
There'll be more.
There's lots more, and you won't have a chance.
Well, I, I guess a man always has a chance.
Give me one day.
The good men of this town will follow you when they know who you are, I know they will.
Why? Lance wasn't their brother.
Do it for me? You know, having you he was lucky, that man of yours.
Even having to die young like that he was lucky.
No Well, now Look, Rainy, you you take care of that little son of yours, and when he gets old enough, you, you explain to him that, I mean, you, you tell him that oh, you'll know what to tell him.
God go with you, Brazo.
Well, that that might be a little awkward for the both of us, but I thank you for the thought.
You're under arrest.
I told you we didn't have any room for any trouble around here.
You just can't go around killing people.
Walk away.
The boy.
Who shot him? Who killed him, which one of you? Was Slate You think we ought to catch up to him? He wouldn't stand for that.
Obliged to you.
You didn't have to.
Wasn't your fight.
I figured maybe it was, in a way.
Mine, and a lot of other folks, too, maybe.
No I ain't got words to tell you how it was wrong.
But it is.
Won't help Lance none.
Just something a man does because he has to.
Yes, a man does what he has to.
Let it go at that, Brazo.
Brazo I promised myself the killing would stop.
But it didn't.
He'll never change.
Always riding on.
Always lonesome, and never finding any peace, not anywhere.
He'll come back.
He's hurt.
He's going away for the hurt to heal.
He'll come back, I know he will.
We'd better hit the saddle.
We got a herd to push.
Maybe you're right, Miss Rainy.
Maybe he will be back.
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? ? Cut 'em out, ride 'em in, ride 'em in, let 'em out? ? Cut 'em out, ride 'em in? ? Rawhide? ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'? ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'? Hyah! Hyah! ?Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'? Hyah! ?Rollin', rollin', rollin'?