Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 1, Episode 3 - Incident with an Executioner - full transcript
A stagecoach running fast loses control and turns over with a full load of passengers as Favor, Rowdy, and Pete watch. They find the six passengers are unhurt but the driver has a sprained ankle. The stage is being stalked by a mysterious rider with a black satchel. Favor lets the passengers ride with the drive when he notices that now they are being stalked by the mysterious figure. That evening the man comes to the camp so Favor offers him food. His name is Jardin and he's a paid assassin known as "The Executioner". He's come for one of them but he's not saying who. The passengers, driver and even the drovers are nervous around him wondering if he will pick a fight with them as he never draws first. The salesman decides to leave on a stagecoach horse while Kenley who fancies himself as a gunman draws on Jardin and is killed. Favor asks Jardin to leave but the next day he follows the herd. Favor has Rowdy ask him to give them space as he is slowing the herd as drovers quit. That evening they camp next to Jardin who offers Favor food. Favor opens Jardin's bag learning the target and insight into Jardin. He uses the contents to push Jardin into doing what Jardin does to others.
Hyah! ♪ Rollin',
rollin', rollin' ♪
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 the Sedalia
trail, pushing a herd
of 3,000 mixed head,
you're always a long
ways from nowhere.
Ahead, trouble...
Known and unknown.
Behind, owners
depending on the drive,
counting on men crazy
enough to push it...
like me, Gil Favor, trail boss.
Trouble?
Down there.
Ooh. If they gonna be
going downgrade that fast,
something's wrong.
Cut 'em off up ahead.
Do you think we're losing him?
I can't see him.
He can ride fast,
too, if he wants to.
Going to break every
bone in our bodies.
I don't know which is worse,
his catching up with us or this.
Whole thing is incredible.
It's incredible and...
well, it's incredible.
They're never going
to make that turn.
They all right in there?
They seem to be... as soon
as they get straightened out.
Ooh!
Cut those horses loose, Pete,
before they drag
this thing away.
Anybody hurt? Don't think so.
Here, let me give you a hand.
Hello.
Thanks.
All right. Give me a hand here.
Just a minute, Mr. Vanryzin.
Ladies first.
Well...
thank you, gentlemen.
I was beginning to
feel a little lopsided.
All right, you two,
how long are you going
to keep me waiting?
But what am I supposed to do?
Jump, same as him.
Hurts real bad.
Think maybe I sprained it.
Who are you?
We're trail drovers. Do
you think you can stand?
I sure can try.
What are we going to do?
I've got to get to Denver.
I'm Frederick Vanryzin,
president of the Security Bank,
Providence, Rhode Island.
Can you help me?
Carrying anything of value?
No.
Yeah.
Me.
Don't mind him.
These people are
trying to help us, Kenley.
He's another one
of those fast guns...
so he says.
Says?
I won't have to say
it, anybody doubts me.
You want someone to doubt you?
Hold it, Rowdy.
Hey!
Who's he?
Guy's a drama.
Some kind of a salesman.
Thought more of his samples
than he did about
the passengers.
You all right?
I'm just more scared
than hurt, I guess.
Uh... say, there's a...
there's a lot of clothes
lyin' around back there.
Uh, they're yours, I think.
Oh.
Oh!
Oh.
You know, this is the
first time the whole trip
we've been out of
earshot of the others.
For two days, I've been
wantin' to be alone with you
to tell you somethin'.
What, Johnny?
Well, I...
wanted to tell you...
Well, you're nice.
Nicest girl I ever met.
Thanks, Johnny. I...
I don't think...
I like you, too.
What I meant was if
he caught up with us,
I'd look out for you.
Do you think
he's still out there?
There's nothin' out there
but a great empty
hunk of prairie...
now.
Well, I guess that's
all of your gear.
What's wrong?
Why don't you tell him?
Nothin' to tell.
I don't... I don't know how
I'm going to
manage with this leg.
Wishbone, our cook,
will take care of it.
He's pretty good
with those things.
Well, thank you, Mr...?
Favor, trail boss.
You lose control of your horses?
Come on, why don't you tell him?
Yeah.
You could say I lost control.
Well, we can get you
to the nearest town.
It won't be too comfortable.
What Mr. Favor
means is you can...
ride along with us.
Mister?
You're a hundred
miles from nowhere.
That could be a long walk.
No offense, young man...
or do they call you mister, too,
out here?
What you do is you
mind your manners.
Cowherd speaking of manners?
Oh, uh... what about
my... my trunk, Mr. Doan?
Where is it, Mr. Vanryzin?
Well, it's right there.
The strap's broken.
It needs putting together.
Would you take care of it?
I'll be glad to pay
you for your trouble.
You've got arms and legs, sir.
You take care of it.
You can't ask
Johnny, Mr. Vanryzin.
Two weeks ago,
he was a blacksmith.
He would've carried
an anvil for you.
Now he's inherited a farm.
You been gettin' at
me quite a lot, Kenley.
Someday, I might lose
my sense of humor.
You tell me when.
I'll be ready.
Pete, take their horses.
Put 'em with the remuda.
Rowdy...
This boy that
thinks he's a fast gun
seems to be lookin' for trouble.
Now, don't tangle
with him, but, uh...
keep an eye on him, see
that he doesn't start anything.
That man... I... I heard him ask
if we were carrying
anything of value.
Well, just take with
you what you need.
You need that?
Oh, it's my sample case, sir.
Ladies' undergarments...
things like that.
Better let him take it
with him, Mr. Favor.
The lady there... she...
loses things.
Maybe we'd better.
Mr. Vanryzin,
you'll just have to take
with you what you can carry.
What's wrong?
Oh... nothing. Nothing at all.
I... just don't like the
wilderness out here.
A man can't trust it.
Should've done what
I did, Mr. Vanryzin...
Bought yourself a gun.
Where I come from, young man,
we have laws to protect
people... Not guns.
Gettin' pretty good with
that new gun, whelp?
Well, I've been practicin'.
Yeah.
Whoa.
You're forgettin' the ladies.
Ladies first.
So you want to play
farmer in the dell...
and the farmer takes
a wife.
You pour any more water
on the ground out here,
you'll be on your knees
lappin' up mud.
Out there!
I told you.
The moon's in Capricorn.
It's the man with
the black satchel.
Moon's in Capricorn.
What's the moon
got to do with it?
It's the worst possible sign.
Who is he?
Nobody knows.
Mr. Vanryzin, who's the rider?
How do I know who he is?
I'm all the way from
Rhode Island on my way
peaceably to Denver.
What's the matter
with you people?
Mr. Favor asked
you a question. You.
What do you know about him?
Nothin'.
He don't bother me
like he does the rest.
You got money in the box?
No.
He been followin' you?
You been tryin' to
get away from him?
Well, I... I don't
know, Mr. Favor.
Yesterday, we were clippin'
along the overhang road, and...
all of a sudden, we saw him.
He was sittin' on his
horse beside the road
watchin' us go by.
He didn't make no move at all...
and yesterday, we saw
him on the rim of the prairie,
and again this morning.
What did you mean,
miss, about the moon?
I don't want to talk about it.
Called him the man
with the black satchel.
That mean anything
to you?
To any of you?
Well, I...
I told 'em about the executioner
only showin' up when
he's after somebody.
Mr. Favor, we're all grateful
to you for taking us along.
Want me to see about him, Boss?
It's open prairie.
He's got a right out there...
as long as he doesn't
bring trouble in to us.
Pick up what you can carry.
Let's get started.
Mr. Favor,
I don't think I can
walk it on this leg, and...
I sure don't want
to be left here alone.
Mind stayin' with him, Rowdy?
No, I don't mind.
Let's go.
What is this?
Well, Mr. Wishbone ain't saying.
Hmm, doesn't look
like anything I'd like.
Might not like
you either, mister.
Thank you.
What was that you
said about the moon?
It means that this
is no time for a girl
to be thinking about romance,
not while that man with the
satchel is out there someplace.
Thank you.
You two meet on the stage?
Two days ago.
Come a long way?
Yes.
From the east?
Uh, long distance, yeah.
Well, whereabouts you come from?
I... I'd like this kind of
work if I were a man.
Being in motion, always going.
It's the only real freedom,
being in motion, on the go.
Well, for some people
freedom's just a word
that means "alone."
I've come into
some land, a ranch.
I want to settle down,
she wants to be in motion.
All this moving around,
sounds like you might
be running away
from something, lady.
You know, you're always
irritating somebody.
First one then the other.
I can take care of it, sonny.
Sometimes a man
chases trouble so hard
it catches him.
That's right.
Huh, that's funny.
I must have dished
up one too many.
Not this time.
Just in time.
My name's Favor, trail boss.
Jordan.
That's right.
You know me?
Heard of you.
Knew it was you when they
mentioned the black satchel.
Know any of these people?
Thanks.
Whoa.
Ladies first.
Ain't that what you
told me, farmer?
Ladies first?
No, thank you.
I don't drink coffee.
Farmer.
Do shots scare the cows?
No. But what scared you?
Me, scared?
Kid's been practicing
with his new gun.
I just want to show
him something.
Hold it out waist high.
You.
All right, Johnny Boy, if you
can make that coin hit the dirt,
I'll crawl to the creek
and bring back a drink of water
for your lady fair over there.
I just drop it?
The thing is, I don't know
just when you'll drop it.
Remember that, city boy.
You got to be fast,
but also you got to
know just when to be fast,
and where to shoot.
Drop it anytime.
Maybe that's what
makes a fast gun,
knowing just when.
Is that what makes it, Jordan?
Isn't that what makes
the fastest gun?
There's another
thing that helps.
What's that?
A wish to die.
Mr. Favor's right, Kenley.
Gun fighting's like poker.
When you're desperate
to win, you lose.
You win when you
don't give a hoot.
Anybody see the salesman leave?
Ain't you going to introduce
your guest around, Favor?
I think you just met him.
You know where the hole is?
Smack in the middle.
That introduces me.
What about you?
Ladies and gents,
meet Mr. Jordan.
Ain't that what he called you?
You know who I am?
You're a doctor, ain't you?
That black satchel shows
you're some kind of a doctor.
That's a doctor's satchel!
I'm clearing out.
This is one of the
stage coach horses.
I figured they owe it to me.
I paid my fare the
whole distance.
Uh, there's, uh, there's
a silver spoon back there.
It's worth $50. It'll
pay for the saddle.
My scout tells me there's a
few renegade Indians around.
You could run into trouble.
That man's a hired killer.
An executioner.
He gets $1,000 a head.
I know, but you really
think you can get away
if it's you he wants?
I saw a town once,
when Jordan rode in.
It was, it was like
the wind stood still.
People hid out. Stores closed.
Everybody afraid.
And he came into
town like a ghost.
A man died, shot
by that death rider.
There's an easy
way to stay alive,
if you're the one he's after.
How?
Just don't reach for a gun.
He'll never draw first.
That's how he can
stay in business.
That's real easy...
I don't carry a gun.
All right, I'm going.
You think he's come for you?
Guilty conscience?
Haven't we all?
Thanks.
Move out.
But he killed a man.
I'm a witness.
Be a live one and shut up.
Would the law be satisfied?
Yes, sir.
Kenley drew first.
All right, you've done
your killing, now get out.
Rowdy, get his horse.
Right.
So that's the satchel, huh?
You heard Mr. Favor, move out.
Who could have
hired him to do that?
Who?
It's all right, Miss
Mary, he's gone.
I knew it was Kenley he wanted.
I knew it.
Animals.
Wild animals.
Well, maybe it's my fault.
Yours?
Dishing up that extra plate.
I've always heard,
you dish up an extra
and you're just
asking for trouble.
Well, they even got
to you, Wishbone.
Mr. Favor.
What bothers me
is he didn't say
a word to Kenley.
No taunting, no...
I don't think he
was after Kenley.
Hey, this is no stagecoach
you're driving now.
She's spoke for.
Nice looking girl.
Up there.
Been out there for
the last half hour.
You were right, he
wasn't after Kenley.
Of course, he could just be
going to same way we're going.
Pull up the wagon and
passengers for a few minutes.
We'll see if he moves on.
All right.
Hold the wagon.
Don't bother getting down.
We're just going
to hold up a minute.
What's wrong?
What did you mean,
"She was spoke for"?
Well, what I meant was,
I plan to speak
for her, Mr. Yates.
I been too scared to just yet.
Yeah?
Well, good luck.
Yeah, it's him, all right.
That man, I...
I thought he done his killing.
I thought he finished.
He's a long way out, miss.
It was Kenley he was
after, wasn't it, Mr. Favor?
I don't think so.
Well, then, who
is he after? Who?
Easy.
It isn't just myself
I'm worried about.
I... I've offered
Mary a good job
singing at my place in Tucson.
A good, honest job.
I'm responsible
she gets there safely.
Well, you don't
think he's after Mary?
I don't know.
Tucson. Have I been
in your place, miss?
The Babylon.
I've been there.
Nice saloon.
Little rough on
trail hands, but nice.
All right, move out.
Wonder what he
carries in that black bag.
Well, one thing we know...
it wasn't Kenley he was after.
Which one of them
would you say he is after?
Or which one of us?
He's still out there.
What did you expect?
What have you
got to worry about?
I'm thinking back...
same as all of us.
Shot a man once.
Maybe he had kinfolk.
Think he's after you?
Me? Of course not.
You're always looking out there.
Oh, where else
have I got to look?
Think he's some kind of
dead thing, Mr. Wishbone?
Now, what kind of talk is that?
Here.
Well, what's that?
Them four aces I
had the other night...
All right!
I admit I helped a little
from the bottom of the deck.
Who's driving up there?!
Well, go ahead
and take the money.
Favor!
Favor, look out there.
You got to give
me some protection.
He's keeping his
distance, Vanryzin.
Look, some of my
depositors lost money
when my bank closed
during the panic.
I was a little more
astute myself.
I got away with a few dollars.
Now, how do I know
some dissatisfied investor
didn't send him
out here to kill me?
You don't know.
Well, then, why do you let
him follow along out there?
You got a good way
of getting rid of him?
Certainly.
Send some men
out to dispose of him.
For what?
Yeah, what's he
going to be accused of?
If he can execute a man
for money, why can't...
I'll pay you.
Getting along all right?
Fine, Mr. Favor.
I like it out here in the open.
Except for him.
Tell me, Mr. Favor,
does Jardin ever
hire out to kill a lady?
No, miss.
Well, maybe it's one of
you trail hands he's after.
I don't see why not.
We're a pretty scurvy bunch.
Mr. Favor?
How does Mary know
but what he's after her?
She doesn't. Neither do I.
Joe Scarlet!
Yes, sir!
Something's slowing us.
Who's riding flank?
Beatty. Rowdy went
back to check on him.
Look, Beatty, even
if it's you he wants
where you going to go?
I don't know, Rowdy.
But I'm going to
try to get there.
What about your pay?!
Mr. Favor!
Another one quit.
We won't reach water by
dark if we don't pick up, boss.
It's him out there.
They're all
disorganized up front.
Burton on point's hanging
back and watching Jardin.
We'll put a burr under Burton.
Johnny, why is
Rowdy going up there?
I've got a hunch he
can take care of himself.
He shouldn't ride up to him.
No man should.
I'll put it blunt... You're
slowing us down.
I'm not about to let anything
happen to Mr. Favor's herd.
So give us air.
Tell him never to send
a boy to do a man's job.
Is it me you're after?
Is it?
Not you.
Well, if it's Mr. Favor,
you better start with me.
Don't walk away from me.
Turn around!
Both of you, turn around!
Rowdy,
we want to be able to
reach water before dark,
but we won't be able to
if we have to stop to bury you.
Come on in and eat with us.
Well, I know who he ain't after.
Oh?
Me.
You know why?
Why, Mr. Nolan?
'Cause he's so used to
eating his own cooking
he could digest a bullet
with no trouble at all.
Why'd Favor bring that man here?
'Cause Mr. Favor
runs that drive is why.
Well, I think Favor's
crazy to let him stay.
Mr. Favor can keep an
eye on him if he's with us.
He can't if he isn't.
Friend of yours.
Nice day.
I haven't had time
before this, Mr. Vanryzin,
to apologize for my
barbarian trail hands.
Tell me, is it
considered civilized
to shoot a man in the
back in Rhode Island?
That one should be killed.
Do I have to warn him
not to turn his back on you?
Oh, no, don't do that.
It won't happen a
second time, I promise.
It shouldn't have
happened the first.
Mr. Favor...
are you, uh, going to
let him stay with us?
Try not to worry, miss.
We're keeping an eye on him.
Well, I am worried...
about Johnny, too.
Any particular reason?
Well, what if he's after Johnny?
If he's after Johnny,
he'll start picking on him,
trying to make him mad.
Won't find it easy
to rile anybody
as good-natured as Johnny.
He can't be after me.
I'm just a... a singer,
and he, and he
can't be after Madge.
The salesman's gone.
Kenley's gone.
Who does he want?
Mr. Jardin?
I'd... I'd like to make you
a business proposition.
I'll pay you to tell me
who it is you're after.
I'll pay you.
I give you my word I-I
won't warn whoever it is.
Please...
I'll pay you.
I just want to know who it is.
I won't warn him.
I just want to know.
Please!
The salesman.
So that's who he was after.
Rest his soul.
Well, maybe he had it coming.
Sure.
Jardin sneaked on ahead
and shot him down in cold blood.
I'm glad it's over.
You're glad?
Well, I guess that finishes it.
You judge as quick as them?
I don't know if you rode
ahead and shot him,
nor if you didn't.
You might find an
Indian renegade up ahead
wearing a corset.
Might.
Mr. Favor, you shouldn't try
to fight what has to happen.
My job is simple.
I can't fail.
The man I'm to come
to was dead the day
I set out after him.
Was it him?
I'll put it even plainer...
It'll be settled tonight.
Yes, it will... my way.
Your way?
Rowdy, pass the word
to each of the men...
Shoot him on sight if he comes
in again or if he follows us.
That's making it clear.
If you come near my camp,
or if you follow us.
What's in that black satchel?
Mary, do you think
Jardin was after you?
I'll ask you the same.
I guess we'll never know.
Welcome to my camp.
You're my guest
this time, Mr. Favor.
Hold it.
In this case, you
have followed me.
I want to extend a welcome
to one of you.
He tricked us.
Sit down.
Enjoy the fire.
And Jardin's cooking.
Hold it, Rowdy.
I'm the one he wants.
I don't have enough food
for all my guests.
It's your camp.
You were here first.
Too late for us to move on.
But even a guest has the right
to protect himself.
The right to try.
Every man here knows you
won't go for your gun first.
Would you draw now if I
said you were using that
as a kind of a self-protection?
I don't think you
mean anything by that.
I don't.
Nobody will try
to draw with you.
The one I'm after will
try to kill me tonight.
You know I've been
wanting to ask you...
Now this ranch
I'm going to inherit,
well, suppose
I'm raising cattle...
What if the price drops?
Shouldn't I raise...
well, chickens and pigs?
You know, other things
so all my eggs wouldn't
be in one basket?
You know what I think?
What?
You make a awful lot of noise
with all that talk.
Yeah, you're right.
I get carried away.
You know, if I'm the one,
you're wasting
your time, Mr. Jardin.
Nothing makes me mad.
Besides, I can't be.
I've got nothing to hide.
And there's not a soul on
Earth who'd want me killed.
So you don't scare me.
I'll take Mr. Favor's advice...
and leave my gun where it is.
Mr. Favor, he's
not after the farmer.
You...
Little Mary.
So you're a singer.
I always like to
entertain my guests.
Sing.
Sing for us!
That's not asking too much.
Leave her alone.
Why don't you leave her alone?
Go on, Mary...
I said sing!
All right, I'll say it.
I can't sing.
I can't sing a note.
But you said you
were going to Tucson
to the Babylon to be a singer.
Tell us, what are
you running from?
I am running.
Why do you have to shame me?
So it is me.
Why, I don't know.
But here goes.
Sorry, boy.
Apologize to Mary.
Be sure it's loaded.
Executioner.
If you were a man you...
you could die in a gunfight.
You're not human.
No man could win them all.
You're not human.
Wrong, Miss Mary.
He's a killer...
an executioner...
but still just a man,
and he can die like they all do.
Johnny, you know a man
in Denver named Able Larkin?
Yes, sir.
He doesn't want you to
reach that 21st birthday.
He wants that ranch for himself.
Nobody knows who sends me.
Johnny, take Miss
Mary out of the way.
Favor, the message
from Larkin...
Where is it?
I put it back.
You opened that bag.
You looked in it.
That's right.
Rowdy.
Put it back where it was.
Maybe you'd better
just put it down...
and turn toward me.
Nobody's ever looked
inside that before.
You're the first...
and the last.
Rowdy, open it.
I wouldn't.
Open it, Rowdy.
It's time Jardin took a look
at what's inside.
I know what's inside.
Maybe not.
Let him see.
Look at it, Rowdy.
What do you see?
A dark-haired girl.
The most beautiful I ever saw.
We'd only been married a
year when she stood for that.
Throw it in the fire, Rowdy.
Show him, Rowdy.
I tell you, Mr. Favor, I
don't have to be shown.
Take out the doll.
She was five years
old when she died.
She was a baby.
Throw it in the fire.
Why don't you ask what
happened to my wife...
My dark-haired wife?
There's a piece of
her hair in that bag.
Throw that on the fire, too.
Burn it, then everything's gone.
Pull it out of that bag.
Show it.
A lock of dark hair.
What happened
to your wife, Jardin?
What happened to
your little daughter?
What did they do
that turned you killer?
We've gone this far.
As far as you'll ever go.
So there's no reason
for me not to tell you now,
is there?
What did they do to
you that turned you killer?
He came round the
place looking for work...
Line rider, ditch
rider, anything.
I let him stay, figured
he was hungry.
I didn't know he
was that hungry.
I came home late one afternoon.
Him, her and the baby gone.
Not even a note.
They didn't even leave a note.
That all, Jardin?
All? You think that's all?
They didn't make ten miles
before I caught up with them.
Not even ten miles before I...
All of them?
Yeah, all of them.
What do you think?
All three turned
around to look at me
as I caught up with them.
They were all three together.
Yeah, all of them.
You want to leave?
You want to get
away from us now?
Not now.
One of us has to leave.
You or me?
You.
The one who's
always wanted to die.
Throw it in the fire, Rowdy.
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' ♪
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 the Sedalia
trail, pushing a herd
of 3,000 mixed head,
you're always a long
ways from nowhere.
Ahead, trouble...
Known and unknown.
Behind, owners
depending on the drive,
counting on men crazy
enough to push it...
like me, Gil Favor, trail boss.
Trouble?
Down there.
Ooh. If they gonna be
going downgrade that fast,
something's wrong.
Cut 'em off up ahead.
Do you think we're losing him?
I can't see him.
He can ride fast,
too, if he wants to.
Going to break every
bone in our bodies.
I don't know which is worse,
his catching up with us or this.
Whole thing is incredible.
It's incredible and...
well, it's incredible.
They're never going
to make that turn.
They all right in there?
They seem to be... as soon
as they get straightened out.
Ooh!
Cut those horses loose, Pete,
before they drag
this thing away.
Anybody hurt? Don't think so.
Here, let me give you a hand.
Hello.
Thanks.
All right. Give me a hand here.
Just a minute, Mr. Vanryzin.
Ladies first.
Well...
thank you, gentlemen.
I was beginning to
feel a little lopsided.
All right, you two,
how long are you going
to keep me waiting?
But what am I supposed to do?
Jump, same as him.
Hurts real bad.
Think maybe I sprained it.
Who are you?
We're trail drovers. Do
you think you can stand?
I sure can try.
What are we going to do?
I've got to get to Denver.
I'm Frederick Vanryzin,
president of the Security Bank,
Providence, Rhode Island.
Can you help me?
Carrying anything of value?
No.
Yeah.
Me.
Don't mind him.
These people are
trying to help us, Kenley.
He's another one
of those fast guns...
so he says.
Says?
I won't have to say
it, anybody doubts me.
You want someone to doubt you?
Hold it, Rowdy.
Hey!
Who's he?
Guy's a drama.
Some kind of a salesman.
Thought more of his samples
than he did about
the passengers.
You all right?
I'm just more scared
than hurt, I guess.
Uh... say, there's a...
there's a lot of clothes
lyin' around back there.
Uh, they're yours, I think.
Oh.
Oh!
Oh.
You know, this is the
first time the whole trip
we've been out of
earshot of the others.
For two days, I've been
wantin' to be alone with you
to tell you somethin'.
What, Johnny?
Well, I...
wanted to tell you...
Well, you're nice.
Nicest girl I ever met.
Thanks, Johnny. I...
I don't think...
I like you, too.
What I meant was if
he caught up with us,
I'd look out for you.
Do you think
he's still out there?
There's nothin' out there
but a great empty
hunk of prairie...
now.
Well, I guess that's
all of your gear.
What's wrong?
Why don't you tell him?
Nothin' to tell.
I don't... I don't know how
I'm going to
manage with this leg.
Wishbone, our cook,
will take care of it.
He's pretty good
with those things.
Well, thank you, Mr...?
Favor, trail boss.
You lose control of your horses?
Come on, why don't you tell him?
Yeah.
You could say I lost control.
Well, we can get you
to the nearest town.
It won't be too comfortable.
What Mr. Favor
means is you can...
ride along with us.
Mister?
You're a hundred
miles from nowhere.
That could be a long walk.
No offense, young man...
or do they call you mister, too,
out here?
What you do is you
mind your manners.
Cowherd speaking of manners?
Oh, uh... what about
my... my trunk, Mr. Doan?
Where is it, Mr. Vanryzin?
Well, it's right there.
The strap's broken.
It needs putting together.
Would you take care of it?
I'll be glad to pay
you for your trouble.
You've got arms and legs, sir.
You take care of it.
You can't ask
Johnny, Mr. Vanryzin.
Two weeks ago,
he was a blacksmith.
He would've carried
an anvil for you.
Now he's inherited a farm.
You been gettin' at
me quite a lot, Kenley.
Someday, I might lose
my sense of humor.
You tell me when.
I'll be ready.
Pete, take their horses.
Put 'em with the remuda.
Rowdy...
This boy that
thinks he's a fast gun
seems to be lookin' for trouble.
Now, don't tangle
with him, but, uh...
keep an eye on him, see
that he doesn't start anything.
That man... I... I heard him ask
if we were carrying
anything of value.
Well, just take with
you what you need.
You need that?
Oh, it's my sample case, sir.
Ladies' undergarments...
things like that.
Better let him take it
with him, Mr. Favor.
The lady there... she...
loses things.
Maybe we'd better.
Mr. Vanryzin,
you'll just have to take
with you what you can carry.
What's wrong?
Oh... nothing. Nothing at all.
I... just don't like the
wilderness out here.
A man can't trust it.
Should've done what
I did, Mr. Vanryzin...
Bought yourself a gun.
Where I come from, young man,
we have laws to protect
people... Not guns.
Gettin' pretty good with
that new gun, whelp?
Well, I've been practicin'.
Yeah.
Whoa.
You're forgettin' the ladies.
Ladies first.
So you want to play
farmer in the dell...
and the farmer takes
a wife.
You pour any more water
on the ground out here,
you'll be on your knees
lappin' up mud.
Out there!
I told you.
The moon's in Capricorn.
It's the man with
the black satchel.
Moon's in Capricorn.
What's the moon
got to do with it?
It's the worst possible sign.
Who is he?
Nobody knows.
Mr. Vanryzin, who's the rider?
How do I know who he is?
I'm all the way from
Rhode Island on my way
peaceably to Denver.
What's the matter
with you people?
Mr. Favor asked
you a question. You.
What do you know about him?
Nothin'.
He don't bother me
like he does the rest.
You got money in the box?
No.
He been followin' you?
You been tryin' to
get away from him?
Well, I... I don't
know, Mr. Favor.
Yesterday, we were clippin'
along the overhang road, and...
all of a sudden, we saw him.
He was sittin' on his
horse beside the road
watchin' us go by.
He didn't make no move at all...
and yesterday, we saw
him on the rim of the prairie,
and again this morning.
What did you mean,
miss, about the moon?
I don't want to talk about it.
Called him the man
with the black satchel.
That mean anything
to you?
To any of you?
Well, I...
I told 'em about the executioner
only showin' up when
he's after somebody.
Mr. Favor, we're all grateful
to you for taking us along.
Want me to see about him, Boss?
It's open prairie.
He's got a right out there...
as long as he doesn't
bring trouble in to us.
Pick up what you can carry.
Let's get started.
Mr. Favor,
I don't think I can
walk it on this leg, and...
I sure don't want
to be left here alone.
Mind stayin' with him, Rowdy?
No, I don't mind.
Let's go.
What is this?
Well, Mr. Wishbone ain't saying.
Hmm, doesn't look
like anything I'd like.
Might not like
you either, mister.
Thank you.
What was that you
said about the moon?
It means that this
is no time for a girl
to be thinking about romance,
not while that man with the
satchel is out there someplace.
Thank you.
You two meet on the stage?
Two days ago.
Come a long way?
Yes.
From the east?
Uh, long distance, yeah.
Well, whereabouts you come from?
I... I'd like this kind of
work if I were a man.
Being in motion, always going.
It's the only real freedom,
being in motion, on the go.
Well, for some people
freedom's just a word
that means "alone."
I've come into
some land, a ranch.
I want to settle down,
she wants to be in motion.
All this moving around,
sounds like you might
be running away
from something, lady.
You know, you're always
irritating somebody.
First one then the other.
I can take care of it, sonny.
Sometimes a man
chases trouble so hard
it catches him.
That's right.
Huh, that's funny.
I must have dished
up one too many.
Not this time.
Just in time.
My name's Favor, trail boss.
Jordan.
That's right.
You know me?
Heard of you.
Knew it was you when they
mentioned the black satchel.
Know any of these people?
Thanks.
Whoa.
Ladies first.
Ain't that what you
told me, farmer?
Ladies first?
No, thank you.
I don't drink coffee.
Farmer.
Do shots scare the cows?
No. But what scared you?
Me, scared?
Kid's been practicing
with his new gun.
I just want to show
him something.
Hold it out waist high.
You.
All right, Johnny Boy, if you
can make that coin hit the dirt,
I'll crawl to the creek
and bring back a drink of water
for your lady fair over there.
I just drop it?
The thing is, I don't know
just when you'll drop it.
Remember that, city boy.
You got to be fast,
but also you got to
know just when to be fast,
and where to shoot.
Drop it anytime.
Maybe that's what
makes a fast gun,
knowing just when.
Is that what makes it, Jordan?
Isn't that what makes
the fastest gun?
There's another
thing that helps.
What's that?
A wish to die.
Mr. Favor's right, Kenley.
Gun fighting's like poker.
When you're desperate
to win, you lose.
You win when you
don't give a hoot.
Anybody see the salesman leave?
Ain't you going to introduce
your guest around, Favor?
I think you just met him.
You know where the hole is?
Smack in the middle.
That introduces me.
What about you?
Ladies and gents,
meet Mr. Jordan.
Ain't that what he called you?
You know who I am?
You're a doctor, ain't you?
That black satchel shows
you're some kind of a doctor.
That's a doctor's satchel!
I'm clearing out.
This is one of the
stage coach horses.
I figured they owe it to me.
I paid my fare the
whole distance.
Uh, there's, uh, there's
a silver spoon back there.
It's worth $50. It'll
pay for the saddle.
My scout tells me there's a
few renegade Indians around.
You could run into trouble.
That man's a hired killer.
An executioner.
He gets $1,000 a head.
I know, but you really
think you can get away
if it's you he wants?
I saw a town once,
when Jordan rode in.
It was, it was like
the wind stood still.
People hid out. Stores closed.
Everybody afraid.
And he came into
town like a ghost.
A man died, shot
by that death rider.
There's an easy
way to stay alive,
if you're the one he's after.
How?
Just don't reach for a gun.
He'll never draw first.
That's how he can
stay in business.
That's real easy...
I don't carry a gun.
All right, I'm going.
You think he's come for you?
Guilty conscience?
Haven't we all?
Thanks.
Move out.
But he killed a man.
I'm a witness.
Be a live one and shut up.
Would the law be satisfied?
Yes, sir.
Kenley drew first.
All right, you've done
your killing, now get out.
Rowdy, get his horse.
Right.
So that's the satchel, huh?
You heard Mr. Favor, move out.
Who could have
hired him to do that?
Who?
It's all right, Miss
Mary, he's gone.
I knew it was Kenley he wanted.
I knew it.
Animals.
Wild animals.
Well, maybe it's my fault.
Yours?
Dishing up that extra plate.
I've always heard,
you dish up an extra
and you're just
asking for trouble.
Well, they even got
to you, Wishbone.
Mr. Favor.
What bothers me
is he didn't say
a word to Kenley.
No taunting, no...
I don't think he
was after Kenley.
Hey, this is no stagecoach
you're driving now.
She's spoke for.
Nice looking girl.
Up there.
Been out there for
the last half hour.
You were right, he
wasn't after Kenley.
Of course, he could just be
going to same way we're going.
Pull up the wagon and
passengers for a few minutes.
We'll see if he moves on.
All right.
Hold the wagon.
Don't bother getting down.
We're just going
to hold up a minute.
What's wrong?
What did you mean,
"She was spoke for"?
Well, what I meant was,
I plan to speak
for her, Mr. Yates.
I been too scared to just yet.
Yeah?
Well, good luck.
Yeah, it's him, all right.
That man, I...
I thought he done his killing.
I thought he finished.
He's a long way out, miss.
It was Kenley he was
after, wasn't it, Mr. Favor?
I don't think so.
Well, then, who
is he after? Who?
Easy.
It isn't just myself
I'm worried about.
I... I've offered
Mary a good job
singing at my place in Tucson.
A good, honest job.
I'm responsible
she gets there safely.
Well, you don't
think he's after Mary?
I don't know.
Tucson. Have I been
in your place, miss?
The Babylon.
I've been there.
Nice saloon.
Little rough on
trail hands, but nice.
All right, move out.
Wonder what he
carries in that black bag.
Well, one thing we know...
it wasn't Kenley he was after.
Which one of them
would you say he is after?
Or which one of us?
He's still out there.
What did you expect?
What have you
got to worry about?
I'm thinking back...
same as all of us.
Shot a man once.
Maybe he had kinfolk.
Think he's after you?
Me? Of course not.
You're always looking out there.
Oh, where else
have I got to look?
Think he's some kind of
dead thing, Mr. Wishbone?
Now, what kind of talk is that?
Here.
Well, what's that?
Them four aces I
had the other night...
All right!
I admit I helped a little
from the bottom of the deck.
Who's driving up there?!
Well, go ahead
and take the money.
Favor!
Favor, look out there.
You got to give
me some protection.
He's keeping his
distance, Vanryzin.
Look, some of my
depositors lost money
when my bank closed
during the panic.
I was a little more
astute myself.
I got away with a few dollars.
Now, how do I know
some dissatisfied investor
didn't send him
out here to kill me?
You don't know.
Well, then, why do you let
him follow along out there?
You got a good way
of getting rid of him?
Certainly.
Send some men
out to dispose of him.
For what?
Yeah, what's he
going to be accused of?
If he can execute a man
for money, why can't...
I'll pay you.
Getting along all right?
Fine, Mr. Favor.
I like it out here in the open.
Except for him.
Tell me, Mr. Favor,
does Jardin ever
hire out to kill a lady?
No, miss.
Well, maybe it's one of
you trail hands he's after.
I don't see why not.
We're a pretty scurvy bunch.
Mr. Favor?
How does Mary know
but what he's after her?
She doesn't. Neither do I.
Joe Scarlet!
Yes, sir!
Something's slowing us.
Who's riding flank?
Beatty. Rowdy went
back to check on him.
Look, Beatty, even
if it's you he wants
where you going to go?
I don't know, Rowdy.
But I'm going to
try to get there.
What about your pay?!
Mr. Favor!
Another one quit.
We won't reach water by
dark if we don't pick up, boss.
It's him out there.
They're all
disorganized up front.
Burton on point's hanging
back and watching Jardin.
We'll put a burr under Burton.
Johnny, why is
Rowdy going up there?
I've got a hunch he
can take care of himself.
He shouldn't ride up to him.
No man should.
I'll put it blunt... You're
slowing us down.
I'm not about to let anything
happen to Mr. Favor's herd.
So give us air.
Tell him never to send
a boy to do a man's job.
Is it me you're after?
Is it?
Not you.
Well, if it's Mr. Favor,
you better start with me.
Don't walk away from me.
Turn around!
Both of you, turn around!
Rowdy,
we want to be able to
reach water before dark,
but we won't be able to
if we have to stop to bury you.
Come on in and eat with us.
Well, I know who he ain't after.
Oh?
Me.
You know why?
Why, Mr. Nolan?
'Cause he's so used to
eating his own cooking
he could digest a bullet
with no trouble at all.
Why'd Favor bring that man here?
'Cause Mr. Favor
runs that drive is why.
Well, I think Favor's
crazy to let him stay.
Mr. Favor can keep an
eye on him if he's with us.
He can't if he isn't.
Friend of yours.
Nice day.
I haven't had time
before this, Mr. Vanryzin,
to apologize for my
barbarian trail hands.
Tell me, is it
considered civilized
to shoot a man in the
back in Rhode Island?
That one should be killed.
Do I have to warn him
not to turn his back on you?
Oh, no, don't do that.
It won't happen a
second time, I promise.
It shouldn't have
happened the first.
Mr. Favor...
are you, uh, going to
let him stay with us?
Try not to worry, miss.
We're keeping an eye on him.
Well, I am worried...
about Johnny, too.
Any particular reason?
Well, what if he's after Johnny?
If he's after Johnny,
he'll start picking on him,
trying to make him mad.
Won't find it easy
to rile anybody
as good-natured as Johnny.
He can't be after me.
I'm just a... a singer,
and he, and he
can't be after Madge.
The salesman's gone.
Kenley's gone.
Who does he want?
Mr. Jardin?
I'd... I'd like to make you
a business proposition.
I'll pay you to tell me
who it is you're after.
I'll pay you.
I give you my word I-I
won't warn whoever it is.
Please...
I'll pay you.
I just want to know who it is.
I won't warn him.
I just want to know.
Please!
The salesman.
So that's who he was after.
Rest his soul.
Well, maybe he had it coming.
Sure.
Jardin sneaked on ahead
and shot him down in cold blood.
I'm glad it's over.
You're glad?
Well, I guess that finishes it.
You judge as quick as them?
I don't know if you rode
ahead and shot him,
nor if you didn't.
You might find an
Indian renegade up ahead
wearing a corset.
Might.
Mr. Favor, you shouldn't try
to fight what has to happen.
My job is simple.
I can't fail.
The man I'm to come
to was dead the day
I set out after him.
Was it him?
I'll put it even plainer...
It'll be settled tonight.
Yes, it will... my way.
Your way?
Rowdy, pass the word
to each of the men...
Shoot him on sight if he comes
in again or if he follows us.
That's making it clear.
If you come near my camp,
or if you follow us.
What's in that black satchel?
Mary, do you think
Jardin was after you?
I'll ask you the same.
I guess we'll never know.
Welcome to my camp.
You're my guest
this time, Mr. Favor.
Hold it.
In this case, you
have followed me.
I want to extend a welcome
to one of you.
He tricked us.
Sit down.
Enjoy the fire.
And Jardin's cooking.
Hold it, Rowdy.
I'm the one he wants.
I don't have enough food
for all my guests.
It's your camp.
You were here first.
Too late for us to move on.
But even a guest has the right
to protect himself.
The right to try.
Every man here knows you
won't go for your gun first.
Would you draw now if I
said you were using that
as a kind of a self-protection?
I don't think you
mean anything by that.
I don't.
Nobody will try
to draw with you.
The one I'm after will
try to kill me tonight.
You know I've been
wanting to ask you...
Now this ranch
I'm going to inherit,
well, suppose
I'm raising cattle...
What if the price drops?
Shouldn't I raise...
well, chickens and pigs?
You know, other things
so all my eggs wouldn't
be in one basket?
You know what I think?
What?
You make a awful lot of noise
with all that talk.
Yeah, you're right.
I get carried away.
You know, if I'm the one,
you're wasting
your time, Mr. Jardin.
Nothing makes me mad.
Besides, I can't be.
I've got nothing to hide.
And there's not a soul on
Earth who'd want me killed.
So you don't scare me.
I'll take Mr. Favor's advice...
and leave my gun where it is.
Mr. Favor, he's
not after the farmer.
You...
Little Mary.
So you're a singer.
I always like to
entertain my guests.
Sing.
Sing for us!
That's not asking too much.
Leave her alone.
Why don't you leave her alone?
Go on, Mary...
I said sing!
All right, I'll say it.
I can't sing.
I can't sing a note.
But you said you
were going to Tucson
to the Babylon to be a singer.
Tell us, what are
you running from?
I am running.
Why do you have to shame me?
So it is me.
Why, I don't know.
But here goes.
Sorry, boy.
Apologize to Mary.
Be sure it's loaded.
Executioner.
If you were a man you...
you could die in a gunfight.
You're not human.
No man could win them all.
You're not human.
Wrong, Miss Mary.
He's a killer...
an executioner...
but still just a man,
and he can die like they all do.
Johnny, you know a man
in Denver named Able Larkin?
Yes, sir.
He doesn't want you to
reach that 21st birthday.
He wants that ranch for himself.
Nobody knows who sends me.
Johnny, take Miss
Mary out of the way.
Favor, the message
from Larkin...
Where is it?
I put it back.
You opened that bag.
You looked in it.
That's right.
Rowdy.
Put it back where it was.
Maybe you'd better
just put it down...
and turn toward me.
Nobody's ever looked
inside that before.
You're the first...
and the last.
Rowdy, open it.
I wouldn't.
Open it, Rowdy.
It's time Jardin took a look
at what's inside.
I know what's inside.
Maybe not.
Let him see.
Look at it, Rowdy.
What do you see?
A dark-haired girl.
The most beautiful I ever saw.
We'd only been married a
year when she stood for that.
Throw it in the fire, Rowdy.
Show him, Rowdy.
I tell you, Mr. Favor, I
don't have to be shown.
Take out the doll.
She was five years
old when she died.
She was a baby.
Throw it in the fire.
Why don't you ask what
happened to my wife...
My dark-haired wife?
There's a piece of
her hair in that bag.
Throw that on the fire, too.
Burn it, then everything's gone.
Pull it out of that bag.
Show it.
A lock of dark hair.
What happened
to your wife, Jardin?
What happened to
your little daughter?
What did they do
that turned you killer?
We've gone this far.
As far as you'll ever go.
So there's no reason
for me not to tell you now,
is there?
What did they do to
you that turned you killer?
He came round the
place looking for work...
Line rider, ditch
rider, anything.
I let him stay, figured
he was hungry.
I didn't know he
was that hungry.
I came home late one afternoon.
Him, her and the baby gone.
Not even a note.
They didn't even leave a note.
That all, Jardin?
All? You think that's all?
They didn't make ten miles
before I caught up with them.
Not even ten miles before I...
All of them?
Yeah, all of them.
What do you think?
All three turned
around to look at me
as I caught up with them.
They were all three together.
Yeah, all of them.
You want to leave?
You want to get
away from us now?
Not now.
One of us has to leave.
You or me?
You.
The one who's
always wanted to die.
Throw it in the fire, Rowdy.
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!