Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 1, Episode 7 - Incident at Barker Springs - full transcript

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
6,000 head.

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'...?