Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 1 - Incident of the Day of the Dead - full transcript
Rowdy is in town getting the mail and he shows his prowess by stopping a runaway horse. Aristocratic, autocratic horse breeder Luisa is obsessed with breaking the horse that threw her and her daughter Ellen, who thinks she is permanently crippled. After watching Rowdy, Luisa arranges for Rowdy to lose $300 at poker assuming his debt in return for breaking the dangerous stallion that crippled and killed others. Luisa is hated by her daughter, husband and most of the peons on her horse ranch, who are plotting to loot the ranch and join the revolutionary forces in Mexico. Meanwhile, Ellen, sick of her mother's domination and meanness, tries to kill herself, but is prevented by Rowdy who says that his example of trying to break the stallion should encourage Ellen to make the effort to walk again. The husband Albert decides Rowdy's attempt to ride the horse is the time to take care of his wife and for the peons to revolt. Everything comes to a head on the Day of the Dead after Rowdy makes two failed attempts to ride the stallion and the peons make their move. Albert is stopped by Rowdy from shooting Luisa bringing a reaction from Ellen as Luisa loses everything including the stallion.
Hyah!
(whip cracks)
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Don't try To understand 'em ♪
♪ Just rope, throw
And brand 'em ♪
♪ Soon we'll be
livin' High and wide ♪
♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪
♪ My true love Will be waitin' ♪
♪ Be 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 ♪
♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪
♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
Hyah!
(whip cracks)
Hyah!
(whip cracks)
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
(whip cracks)
(whip cracks)
(upbeat theme playing)
ROWDY: On a trail drive, each
and every man has his chore.
The eye of the
drive is the scout,
riding out in front
to test the trail,
and find water and bedground.
Others are stationed
around the herd,
hazing it when it moves
and soothing it when
it's bedded down.
A very important man is the
master of the chuck wagon,
because he's not only
gotta be a good trail cook,
but a jack-of-all-trades
as well.
The man who holds the
whole caboodle together
is the trail boss.
But there's one
man in the outfit
who's got no chores of his own.
Gotta be ready and willing
to take over anyone else's.
Yeah, that's me,
ramrod to this
outfit: Rowdy Yates.
(upbeat theme playing)
(sighs)
Ma'am, that stage with
the mail was due yesterday.
Oh, don't get your
hopes all raised up, sonny.
Just tell yourself it's due
in sometime this month,
and you won't be disappointed.
Well, we don't make
more than two mail stops
on a trail drive.
A letter's all a man
has to remind him
there's more than steers
and drovers in the world.
I been runnin' this office
since my man
died five years ago,
and I yet gotta see
that stage in on time.
Boss said to wait, so I'll wait.
Let me tote that thing for you,
ma'am. You'll strain yourself.
Hm. You wouldn't wanna
Indian wrestle, would you, boy?
Oh, no, no.
Thanks for askin'.
Why don't you go get yourself
some breakfast, sonny?
You make me nervous loafin'
around lookin' so hangdog.
(playful theme playing)
(suspenseful theme playing)
(indistinct speech)
Sign here, Mrs. Hadley.
(sighs)
Stand still, you
stubborn old fool.
(horse snorts)
(wagon approaching)
(whinnying)
I'll skin you alive, you
muley-headed cayuse!
(action theme playing)
Hyah!
(both speaking Spanish)
Come here. Whoa!
That was something
to see, patrona.
(sighs deeply)
What spooked him, mister?
He's never been shod before.
Not to mention pure cussedness.
If it wasn't for you, sonny...
that critter would've got all
tangled up with my water wagon.
And that would've been a mess.
Say, we owe this cowboy a drink.
Yeah.
Perhaps he is the one, Goyo.
Es posible.
You will see that he
gets to the rancho.
You will do whatever
is necessary.
(dramatic theme playing)
(men chattering,
ragtime music playing)
Anyway, ah... Let me tell
you about this cowboy...
Hail to the drover, gentlemen.
What are you waiting for,
Mr. Yates? Drink hearty.
Yeah.
(slurring): And the
next round's on me.
Long as I'm off the water wagon,
I might as well do it in style.
(laughter)
Fill him up again, my partner.
MAN 1: Sounded like
a good story to me.
MAN 2: Sounded like
a good story to me.
MAN 3: Go on with
your story, Mr. Yates.
Oh, allow me, gentlemen.
Oh, uh... Mr. Yates,
Miss Cowley. Ella.
Oh, uh, my pleasure,
Miss Cowley.
Mr. Yates.
You were sayin'
something about a cowboy
that died and went to heaven.
Oh. Oh, yeah. Uh, I... I was
sayin' something like that.
Uh...
Uh, well, uh, St. Peter, see,
he... He asks this cowboy,
he says, "Where you from?"
This cowboy says, "Well,
I'm from Albuquerque, mister."
Well, St. Peter
looked at him, he says,
"Son," he said. "There ain't
no place named Albuquerque."
And this... This cowboy,
he pulls out his map,
and he points his finger...
Puts his finger right
on it, you know?
And then... And he says,
"See? It's Albuquerque."
St. Peter says, "Well, son,
I'm sorry for doubtin' you."
He says, "We never had
nobody from there before."
(chuckling)
Well, I don't know.
Something like that. Forget it.
(laughter)
Well, gentlemen, how
about some poker, huh?
Give Mr. Yates a chance
to win some Preston money.
Come on. Oh, I don't know.
Oh, sit right down.
Come on. Don't be shy.
I can't gamble any
better than I can drink.
Or tell a story.
(all chuckle)
The first stack's on me.
What've you got to lose, huh?
Not a thing, Miss Cowley.
Not... one little thing.
(piano plays in background)
Yep.
And what you got, Mr. Yates?
Not a thing.
Maybe I could
have another stack.
Uh, get a chance to get even?
(sighs)
I'd hate to see you
get in any deeper.
I think we oughta settle up now.
S-settle up?
I already carried you over $300.
That's not counting the stake
I gave you to begin with.
Three hundred doll...?
(exhales)
(exhales)
Hey, well, look...
wh-when I get to Sedalia,
I get a salary plus a bonus.
I could send you the money...
I'm not in the business
of staking trail trash.
"Trail trash"?
I guess you don't mean that,
bein' a lady and all.
Will one of you gentlemen
go for the sheriff, please?
GOYO: Con su permiso.
Señorita. Señor.
I may have a peaceful
and honorable answer.
Yeah, like what?
My patrona, Doña
Luisa Esquivel y Hadley,
will be responsible
for your debt.
Who? Wh... What...?
She herself will tell you.
Her credit is good, is it
not, Señorita Cowley?
For any amount.
Hey, looks like I'm gettin'
shuffled around here.
You should not question
your good fortune, amigo.
You will ride with me to El
Rancho de Caballo Grande.
I'm not riding with
anybody anywhere.
Gotta pick up the mail
and get back to my outfit.
That which Doña
Luisa wishes of you
will not take long.
Now, what could be worth $300
that doesn't take long?
For you, it will be
a simple matter.
Vámonos.
(sighs)
Well... all right.
It's been real nice
knowin' you, Miss Cowley.
(dramatic theme playing)
(dramatic theme playing)
El Rancho de Caballo Grande.
The family of Doña
Luisa has lived here
for nearly 200 years.
Tell me, does
this, uh, Doña Lu...
Uh... Mrs. Hadley, does...
she run this place
all by herself?
Sí.
Like all the
Esquivels before her...
she breeds the finest-blooded
horses in the world.
She sounds like quite a woman.
Why can't you tell me what
she wants with me anyway?
Because I would
not presume, señor.
(spooky theme playing)
(man chuckling)
What do you think, Goyo?
(chuckles)
(speaks Spanish)
You are an artist.
Here, take the horses. Seguro.
In honor of the
holiday tomorrow.
Holiday?
El Día de los Muertos.
The Day of the Dead.
A time for feasting and
making friends with death.
(woman cackling,
rooster clucking)
Ah! Oh, oh!
What was that?
Just the Witch-woman.
She would not find
the holiday complete
without taking the
hot blood of a rooster.
There's gonna be...
all kinds of fun
around here tomorrow.
No, Father, please,
take me back to my room.
Darling, don't upset yourself.
It's only the cowboy
your mother spoke about.
No.
All right, my dear.
There we are.
There. Lean back.
You are the young man
my wife was expecting?
Yeah... Well, I guess so, yeah.
Goyo... would you
tell your mistress
that her cowboy's here?
She's down at the stables.
Sí, patron.
This is my daughter
Ellen, Mr., uh...
Yates.
Rowdy Yates.
I'm Albert Hadley.
Mr. Hadley.
May I get you a drink?
Oh, uh, no. I, uh...
I had one this morning,
and it cost me $300.
Oh?
Well, it's a long story.
Mine is a much
longer story, Mr. Yates.
(glass clinks, liquid pouring)
And it cost me a
great deal more.
Well, here's to you, young man.
Buena suerte. Good luck.
You'll need it.
How's that?
What, Goyo didn't tell you?
No. No one's told me anything.
I wish someone would.
Well, I don't know what
methods of persuasion were used,
but... you're here
to break a horse.
Oh. (chuckles)
Oh, is that all?
(chuckles lightly)
In this case, it's quite enough.
No. Don't let her
make you do it.
La Muerte's a killer.
He can't be broken.
She knows that.
But it only makes her
that much more determined
to put him under a saddle...
no matter who
gets hurt doing it.
ALBERT: Ellen, my dear.
ELLEN: She always has
to have the upper hand.
And not just with horses.
That will be quite
enough, Ellen.
My daughter is inclined
to be a little overemotional.
The horse is merely a
high-spirited mustang.
Yes.
There's a depressing
list of casualties
to testify to that.
(sniffs)
But you are in my debt
for $300.
Yeah, I know.
So I will take
you to the corral,
I will show you the stallion,
and you can decide for yourself.
All right.
Ellen...
have you tried your wheelchair?
No.
And why not?
I won't have people
staring at me,
pitying me.
And you do not
think that they pity you
when your father is
carrying you in his arms
from place to place?
Leave me alone, Mother.
Luisa.
Luisa, you have
other things to do.
The chair is meant
only to help you
to help yourself.
Forgive me, Señor Yates.
Let us go.
(door closes)
She's right, you know.
I mean about trying
to help yourself.
She's always right.
She's an Esquivel, isn't she?
Didn't you ever, just once,
try to make her realize
that she was also your wife,
Mrs. Albert Hadley?
Yes.
Before you were born.
But I was no match for her.
She was a young
woman who had no doubt
that she was different
and very special.
I suppose I was just
a little bit overwhelmed
at the idea that she
saw anything at all
in a... remittance man.
Poor Father.
That cowboy...
I hope he's not fool enough
to try to ride La Muerte.
Ellen...
please accept that wheelchair.
Use it.
I promise you that'll
be just the beginning.
Do it for me.
For you.
My good girl.
All right. Come here.
(dramatic theme playing)
(ominous theme playing)
(whinnying)
La Muerte.
To my people...
he has really lived
up to his name.
How's that?
He trampled one
vaquero to death.
He crippled another. And
me, myself, he's thrown me off.
I barely escaped his hooves.
My daughter, you've seen her.
And you know what
happened to her.
You mean, you let...?
You let your daughter
try to ride that horse?
It was her own choice.
And she did it behind my back.
There.
That isn't so bad, is it?
(horse whinnying)
From now on, my dear...
you must get
used to trusting me.
Just why is it so
important for you
to have this horse
broken, anyway?
It is simple.
To me, this horse means defeat.
Let us say it is not
in me to let anything
get the upper hand.
Make up your minds, amigos.
Is your love of freedom
less than that of a horse?
(whinnying violently)
If you have as much heart
as an animal not to be broken,
you will join me and
the others against her.
We have plans for tomorrow.
It is more suitable
that it should be
the Day of the Dead.
Tovar...
how can we be sure we
would be better off in Mexico?
You have spoken of Juárez
and his fine words
of a good life,
and even the poorest
people owning their land.
But we have no guns, no bullets.
Ah! Doña Luisa
does not know it yet,
but she will provide
us with those.
In truth, when we leave,
there will be little left
of El Rancho de Caballo Grande.
And those that stay behind...
will be just homeless Mexicans
among the Texans.
(whinnying loudly)
That's more than just
a high-spirited mustang, ma'am.
Yes, but you can handle him.
Yeah, well...
my job's just to square myself
and get back to the
outfit as soon as possible.
Well, you will be free
to leave tomorrow.
Why can't I go to
bustin' him right now?
Tomorrow is a holiday:
The Day of the Dead.
Yeah, well, I heard that.
But what's that
gotta do with it?
Well, the people will come here.
Uh, they will pay their
respect to the dead.
And they will want to be amused.
Oh.
(whinnying)
(suspenseful theme playing)
A dog of a Juarista, patrona.
I found him poisoning the minds
of the stupid ones against you.
Is that true, Tovar?
Answer me.
You have the word of Goyo.
I have nothing to say.
How many more think as you do?
I will tell you that in a
week that has no Friday.
If you want to leave for Mexico,
please leave.
Gracias.
And be shot down before I
am 20 kilómetros from here,
as were the others
who tried before me?
There is only one way
to teach him a lesson
that he will remember, patrona.
(dramatic theme playing)
Yes.
A whipped dog...
is a wiser dog.
(whip cracking)
(grunting quietly)
All right, mister,
that's enough.
You heard what the
young man said, Goyo.
That will be quite enough.
Yes, do as you are told, Goyo.
(horse whinnying)
Now...
go back to work, everyone.
(ominous theme playing)
(sighs)
Concha.
Sorry.
Terribly sorry.
You must think us
rather a strange
household, Yates.
I don't know what you want
me to say to that, Mr. Hadley.
Casual conversation
is always a rare
thing at this table.
But the silence tonight is...
particularly ominous.
You see...
I've committed a mortal sin.
I've dared to join
you in defying
my wife's authority.
Is that a way to talk
in front of our guest?
Wouldn't "victim"
be a better word?
Mr. Yates, if it's money
you need to get out of this,
I can let you have it.
Oh. Well, uh...
No, I'm afraid I couldn't
let you do that, Miss Ellen.
But then you won't have
to risk your neck tomorrow
just to please her.
Now, as long as
you and your father
have turned against me...
I think our guest
should know the truth.
Don't, Luisa.
What possessed you
to try and ride La Muerte?
Hm?
Was it because
you wanted to tame
a wild thing?
No.
Was it because you wanted
to prove your courage? No.
It was because...
I failed to do it.
I did it because
I wanted to do it.
(whispers): Oh, I see.
And you became
a cripple for that?
Don't use that word.
You are right.
It does not really
apply, does it?
Because all the
doctors are saying
that you cannot walk
because you do not want to walk.
There is nothing
wrong with you, Ellen.
Nothing except...
your hate for me.
Make her stop.
Now, if you wish
to remain a cripple
all your life for that...
it is your own decision.
But I want you to know
it does not make me
feel guilty.
(crying)
What do you think you are doing?
I don't know how
you usually settle
your family affairs,
Mrs. Hadley...
but your daughter's had enough.
(dramatic theme playing)
Someday I'll kill you, Luisa.
(chuckles)
For that you need
passion, Alberto.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(dramatic theme playing)
(crowd cheering, yelling)
Thank you.
I'll be all right by myself now.
Well, are you sure,
feeling the way you do?
I always used to come up here...
when I wanted to
be alone and think.
(cheering, yelling)
Hey, they're
starting the holiday
kind of early, aren't they?
Well, uh...
I'll, uh...
I'll be back for you
in a few minutes.
(suspenseful theme playing)
What are you trying, anyway?
You shouldn't have stopped me.
I can't go back there with her.
Now, look here, Miss
Ellen. You gotta promise me
you're not gonna try
anything like this again.
I may as well be dead.
I have no life of my own.
Talk like that is foolish.
Pretty girl like you has
everything to live for.
Like what?
Well... w...
One of these days, you'll
be falling for somebody,
and you'll be gettin'
married, and having a family
and a life of your own.
That's the way it
usually works, isn't it?
And who'd want me?
I can't walk.
I really can't. No
matter what she says.
Well, maybe you don't
want to bad enough.
You sound as though
you're taking her side.
Look, Ellen, I'm
speaking my own mind.
You've got to want to try,
win, lose or draw.
Do you think you
can ride La Muerte...
by merely wanting to?
I don't know, but I'm
gonna be in there trying.
Well, trying won't make it so...
any more than it'll
make me walk again.
Come here.
Look, if I ride La
Muerte tomorrow...
will you try and walk?
Come on, now, is that a bargain?
All right.
(tender theme playing)
(cheering, yelling)
(eerie theme playing)
Thank you.
Concha will take care of me now.
Now, don't forget.
Good night.
Good night.
Your daughter tried
to kill herself tonight.
What?
(tense theme playing)
So it's come to that.
Is that all you're gonna say?
She might just try it again.
I think you ought
to try and help her,
you being her father
and all. Shut up!
I'm sorry.
You're right, of course.
Thank you for telling me.
Well...?
I... I'll... find some way.
All right, Tovar.
Take your people and whatever
you want from the hacienda,
and join Juárez.
What reason do we have
to trust this man, Tovar?
You may not have a
reason, Hey Soos. I have.
But for the Americano
and the English señor,
Goyo would have left
no skin on my back.
It makes no sense
that a man should want
to see everything
he owns destroyed.
Look at it this way, Hey Soos.
For a long time I've known
who the Juáristas are...
and I've said nothing.
Doesn't that convince you
that I want to see you succeed?
But why?
My reasons are my own.
They're good reasons.
One thing, Señor Hadley. Yes?
Have you thought of Doña Luisa?
Many will be loyal to her.
She is an Esquivel.
She will fight back.
Is her safety not
important to you?
No, she will not fight back.
I can promise you that
she will not be an obstacle.
(sighs)
You seem to have
plans of your own.
They will not disrupt yours.
It is settled.
You are one of us, amigo.
Tomorrow... when
everyone is at the corral
watching the Americano...
that will be our time to strike.
(chatter)
(whinnying)
Getting qualms?
With all the noise
goin' on around here,
he's gettin' good and skittery.
There's something you may
have to do for me, Rowdy...
out of the kindness
of your heart.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
You saw the man Tovar today?
Yeah.
There are quite a
few others like him.
With all of his hatred
and the same bitterness,
and with good reason too.
I have a feeling that
they're going to, uh,
choose tomorrow...
to strip the ranch of
anything they need
to serve the Juárista cause.
Arms, ammunition, supplies.
With everybody's thoughts
on food, dancing and...
And death,
it would be very sound strategy.
Well... everything
goin' on around here,
I guess me and La
Muerte are just gonna be
a side attraction, huh?
Rowdy...
if anything should
happen to my wife or me...
I'd like you to see to
it that my... daughter...
That Ellen gets
safely to my sister.
I-I... I'll write out
your instructions.
I'll give you more than
enough money to cover the trip.
Uh... Mr. Hadley,
I'd like to put
your mind at ease,
but...
La Muerte there, uh,
might just kick my plans
right out from
under me tomorrow.
I'm talking about
my daughter's life.
Well...
All right, I'll...
I'll do what I can
to make sure nothing
happens to her.
Thank you.
Thank you, Rowdy.
Good night.
Good night.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(horse whinnies)
(eerie theme playing)
(crowd cheering, yelling)
(drums beating)
(Witch-woman cackling)
Drink, señor. Drink.
You know, the rooster
is the enemy of the devil.
Drink. I'm not thirsty, Mother.
(laughs)
(cackling)
(laughing)
(suspenseful theme playing)
Yes, today we
laugh at death, Goyo.
(crowd cheering, yelling)
(whinnying loudly)
Have you got a blindfold?
Well, I hadn't
planned on using one.
Now, isn't that being
a little too brave?
I will get you one.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(screams)
(sobbing): Madre de Dios.
(sighs)
Come on, you don't
want to stay here.
Poor Goyo.
Take him down, please.
(clatter)
Miguel.
Si, patrona.
Are you to be trusted?
Seems I can no
longer trust my people.
You can be sure
of me, Doña Luisa.
Go and find Tovar.
He must not go unpunished.
Muy bien.
(speaks in Spanish)
(suspenseful theme playing)
(screams)
(screams) Stop her. Stop her!
Let me go! Everything we have
in the world is in there.
You can blame
your husband for this.
Tovar has turned against me.
I know nothing of
that. Take her away.
ROWDY: Maybe you'd
better take your hands off her.
What are you doing?
She didn't know what
her husband was doing.
Do as you were told, Ramón.
You seem to be making
a habit of crossing me.
If the breaking of La Muerte
were not so important to me,
I would have you flogged...
at this very moment.
I guess maybe you would.
But then there is La
Muerte, isn't there?
Well, I won't just be bustin'
him to do you any favors
or pay off my debt.
Oh?
What are you doing it for?
The only thing keeping
me here is your daughter.
I'll be breakin' him for her.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(whinnying)
Easy, boy. Easy now.
Easy now.
Easy. Take it easy.
That's a boy.
Now, just stand still there.
(horse whinnying)
Easy, now. Stand still.
Ahh.
Come on now.
(whinnying) Easy now. Easy.
Easy, boy.
Easy.
Easy.
(speaking indistinctly)
Tovar. Tovar. What?
It makes me laugh.
They didn't even lock
the gun room. Toma.
(chatter)
Viva Juárez!
(all yelling)
(suspenseful theme playing)
That's a boy. That's a boy.
(blusters, whinnies)
Easy, easy.
(crowd gasping)
(whinnying)
(whinnying)
Good.
Like death...
he cannot be defeated.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(annoyed whinnying)
That's it.
You give it to him.
(gasps)
Defeated.
(chatter in Spanish)
Ay!
(chatter)
(speaking in Spanish)
We were looking
for gold and jewels...
and he was looking for you.
(gun cocks)
(grunts)
Vámonos. Vámonos.
Yee-whoo!
(all yelling)
TOVAR: Listen, all of you!
Your place is with us in Mexico.
Fighting with Juárez
for freedom and equality.
There is no place for you here.
We have guns
enough for everyone...
more horses than we need
in Doña Luisa's stables.
You are fools!
For 200 years,
we, the Esquivels...
have given you
a place to work...
a place to eat and
a place to sleep.
And now you throw all away.
And why?
Because Tovar speaks to you.
He speaks to you about
another peon just like yourself.
Juárez from Mexico...
who promises you what?
Beautiful words.
Equality and freedom.
You don't know what that means!
It means to you
that when you are ill,
and when you are old...
and when the sun is burning
your crop year after year...
there is nobody, but
nobody to help you.
You think Juárez...
and Tovar will help you.
Never!
They are too busy talking.
About equality and freedom!
I cannot let you do it.
I will not let you
change your ways.
That were good ways...
That were they
ways of your father,
and of his father.
That are the ways
of El Rancho...
de Caballo Grande!
Never! I will not!
Espérense!
You have heard, you
have listened to her.
And you believe her, do you not?
Do you not know she is making
her memories your memories?
Do you?!
You are a fool,
Tovar! A fool, you are.
(gunshot)
(dramatic theme playing)
I'm all right...
because of you.
Well, uh... all I did
was get thrown
like a sack of meal.
But you tried.
That was enough.
TOVAR: Vámonos!
Viva Juárez!
(all yelling, hooting)
Rowdy...
for what you prevented
me from doing, my thanks.
God forgive me.
I could think of no
other way out for you.
Luisa, I...
(tense theme playing)
You must be very
anxious to leave...
with your daughter.
(gunshots)
(crowd yelling)
WOMAN: Viva Juárez.
(gunshots)
Is there, uh...
anything I can do for you?
No.
What I have to do,
I have to do alone.
(tense theme playing)
(whinnies)
Cálmate.
Cálmate.
(speaks indistinctly)
Good boy.
(whinnies restlessly)
Ah. Good boy.
Ay.
Cálmate.
Cálmate.
Mm. Good boy.
La Muerte.
Eh?
Vamoose!
(whinnying)
(chuckling)
(sighs)
Well, I better be
going too, ma'am.
(somber theme playing)
(dramatic theme playing)
(whinnies)
Head 'em up! (cattle lowing)
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 ♪
♪ Oh, 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! ♪
MAN: Hyah! (whip cracks)
MAN: Hyah! (whip cracks)
♪ Rawhide! ♪
MAN: Hyah! (whip cracks)
MAN: Hyah! (whip cracks)
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin' Rollin' ♪
(majestic theme playing)
(whip cracks)
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪
♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪
♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Don't try To understand 'em ♪
♪ Just rope, throw
And brand 'em ♪
♪ Soon we'll be
livin' High and wide ♪
♪ My heart's calculatin' ♪
♪ My true love Will be waitin' ♪
♪ Be 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 ♪
♪ Let 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪
♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪
♪ Rawhide! ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
Hyah!
(whip cracks)
Hyah!
(whip cracks)
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
(whip cracks)
(whip cracks)
(upbeat theme playing)
ROWDY: On a trail drive, each
and every man has his chore.
The eye of the
drive is the scout,
riding out in front
to test the trail,
and find water and bedground.
Others are stationed
around the herd,
hazing it when it moves
and soothing it when
it's bedded down.
A very important man is the
master of the chuck wagon,
because he's not only
gotta be a good trail cook,
but a jack-of-all-trades
as well.
The man who holds the
whole caboodle together
is the trail boss.
But there's one
man in the outfit
who's got no chores of his own.
Gotta be ready and willing
to take over anyone else's.
Yeah, that's me,
ramrod to this
outfit: Rowdy Yates.
(upbeat theme playing)
(sighs)
Ma'am, that stage with
the mail was due yesterday.
Oh, don't get your
hopes all raised up, sonny.
Just tell yourself it's due
in sometime this month,
and you won't be disappointed.
Well, we don't make
more than two mail stops
on a trail drive.
A letter's all a man
has to remind him
there's more than steers
and drovers in the world.
I been runnin' this office
since my man
died five years ago,
and I yet gotta see
that stage in on time.
Boss said to wait, so I'll wait.
Let me tote that thing for you,
ma'am. You'll strain yourself.
Hm. You wouldn't wanna
Indian wrestle, would you, boy?
Oh, no, no.
Thanks for askin'.
Why don't you go get yourself
some breakfast, sonny?
You make me nervous loafin'
around lookin' so hangdog.
(playful theme playing)
(suspenseful theme playing)
(indistinct speech)
Sign here, Mrs. Hadley.
(sighs)
Stand still, you
stubborn old fool.
(horse snorts)
(wagon approaching)
(whinnying)
I'll skin you alive, you
muley-headed cayuse!
(action theme playing)
Hyah!
(both speaking Spanish)
Come here. Whoa!
That was something
to see, patrona.
(sighs deeply)
What spooked him, mister?
He's never been shod before.
Not to mention pure cussedness.
If it wasn't for you, sonny...
that critter would've got all
tangled up with my water wagon.
And that would've been a mess.
Say, we owe this cowboy a drink.
Yeah.
Perhaps he is the one, Goyo.
Es posible.
You will see that he
gets to the rancho.
You will do whatever
is necessary.
(dramatic theme playing)
(men chattering,
ragtime music playing)
Anyway, ah... Let me tell
you about this cowboy...
Hail to the drover, gentlemen.
What are you waiting for,
Mr. Yates? Drink hearty.
Yeah.
(slurring): And the
next round's on me.
Long as I'm off the water wagon,
I might as well do it in style.
(laughter)
Fill him up again, my partner.
MAN 1: Sounded like
a good story to me.
MAN 2: Sounded like
a good story to me.
MAN 3: Go on with
your story, Mr. Yates.
Oh, allow me, gentlemen.
Oh, uh... Mr. Yates,
Miss Cowley. Ella.
Oh, uh, my pleasure,
Miss Cowley.
Mr. Yates.
You were sayin'
something about a cowboy
that died and went to heaven.
Oh. Oh, yeah. Uh, I... I was
sayin' something like that.
Uh...
Uh, well, uh, St. Peter, see,
he... He asks this cowboy,
he says, "Where you from?"
This cowboy says, "Well,
I'm from Albuquerque, mister."
Well, St. Peter
looked at him, he says,
"Son," he said. "There ain't
no place named Albuquerque."
And this... This cowboy,
he pulls out his map,
and he points his finger...
Puts his finger right
on it, you know?
And then... And he says,
"See? It's Albuquerque."
St. Peter says, "Well, son,
I'm sorry for doubtin' you."
He says, "We never had
nobody from there before."
(chuckling)
Well, I don't know.
Something like that. Forget it.
(laughter)
Well, gentlemen, how
about some poker, huh?
Give Mr. Yates a chance
to win some Preston money.
Come on. Oh, I don't know.
Oh, sit right down.
Come on. Don't be shy.
I can't gamble any
better than I can drink.
Or tell a story.
(all chuckle)
The first stack's on me.
What've you got to lose, huh?
Not a thing, Miss Cowley.
Not... one little thing.
(piano plays in background)
Yep.
And what you got, Mr. Yates?
Not a thing.
Maybe I could
have another stack.
Uh, get a chance to get even?
(sighs)
I'd hate to see you
get in any deeper.
I think we oughta settle up now.
S-settle up?
I already carried you over $300.
That's not counting the stake
I gave you to begin with.
Three hundred doll...?
(exhales)
(exhales)
Hey, well, look...
wh-when I get to Sedalia,
I get a salary plus a bonus.
I could send you the money...
I'm not in the business
of staking trail trash.
"Trail trash"?
I guess you don't mean that,
bein' a lady and all.
Will one of you gentlemen
go for the sheriff, please?
GOYO: Con su permiso.
Señorita. Señor.
I may have a peaceful
and honorable answer.
Yeah, like what?
My patrona, Doña
Luisa Esquivel y Hadley,
will be responsible
for your debt.
Who? Wh... What...?
She herself will tell you.
Her credit is good, is it
not, Señorita Cowley?
For any amount.
Hey, looks like I'm gettin'
shuffled around here.
You should not question
your good fortune, amigo.
You will ride with me to El
Rancho de Caballo Grande.
I'm not riding with
anybody anywhere.
Gotta pick up the mail
and get back to my outfit.
That which Doña
Luisa wishes of you
will not take long.
Now, what could be worth $300
that doesn't take long?
For you, it will be
a simple matter.
Vámonos.
(sighs)
Well... all right.
It's been real nice
knowin' you, Miss Cowley.
(dramatic theme playing)
(dramatic theme playing)
El Rancho de Caballo Grande.
The family of Doña
Luisa has lived here
for nearly 200 years.
Tell me, does
this, uh, Doña Lu...
Uh... Mrs. Hadley, does...
she run this place
all by herself?
Sí.
Like all the
Esquivels before her...
she breeds the finest-blooded
horses in the world.
She sounds like quite a woman.
Why can't you tell me what
she wants with me anyway?
Because I would
not presume, señor.
(spooky theme playing)
(man chuckling)
What do you think, Goyo?
(chuckles)
(speaks Spanish)
You are an artist.
Here, take the horses. Seguro.
In honor of the
holiday tomorrow.
Holiday?
El Día de los Muertos.
The Day of the Dead.
A time for feasting and
making friends with death.
(woman cackling,
rooster clucking)
Ah! Oh, oh!
What was that?
Just the Witch-woman.
She would not find
the holiday complete
without taking the
hot blood of a rooster.
There's gonna be...
all kinds of fun
around here tomorrow.
No, Father, please,
take me back to my room.
Darling, don't upset yourself.
It's only the cowboy
your mother spoke about.
No.
All right, my dear.
There we are.
There. Lean back.
You are the young man
my wife was expecting?
Yeah... Well, I guess so, yeah.
Goyo... would you
tell your mistress
that her cowboy's here?
She's down at the stables.
Sí, patron.
This is my daughter
Ellen, Mr., uh...
Yates.
Rowdy Yates.
I'm Albert Hadley.
Mr. Hadley.
May I get you a drink?
Oh, uh, no. I, uh...
I had one this morning,
and it cost me $300.
Oh?
Well, it's a long story.
Mine is a much
longer story, Mr. Yates.
(glass clinks, liquid pouring)
And it cost me a
great deal more.
Well, here's to you, young man.
Buena suerte. Good luck.
You'll need it.
How's that?
What, Goyo didn't tell you?
No. No one's told me anything.
I wish someone would.
Well, I don't know what
methods of persuasion were used,
but... you're here
to break a horse.
Oh. (chuckles)
Oh, is that all?
(chuckles lightly)
In this case, it's quite enough.
No. Don't let her
make you do it.
La Muerte's a killer.
He can't be broken.
She knows that.
But it only makes her
that much more determined
to put him under a saddle...
no matter who
gets hurt doing it.
ALBERT: Ellen, my dear.
ELLEN: She always has
to have the upper hand.
And not just with horses.
That will be quite
enough, Ellen.
My daughter is inclined
to be a little overemotional.
The horse is merely a
high-spirited mustang.
Yes.
There's a depressing
list of casualties
to testify to that.
(sniffs)
But you are in my debt
for $300.
Yeah, I know.
So I will take
you to the corral,
I will show you the stallion,
and you can decide for yourself.
All right.
Ellen...
have you tried your wheelchair?
No.
And why not?
I won't have people
staring at me,
pitying me.
And you do not
think that they pity you
when your father is
carrying you in his arms
from place to place?
Leave me alone, Mother.
Luisa.
Luisa, you have
other things to do.
The chair is meant
only to help you
to help yourself.
Forgive me, Señor Yates.
Let us go.
(door closes)
She's right, you know.
I mean about trying
to help yourself.
She's always right.
She's an Esquivel, isn't she?
Didn't you ever, just once,
try to make her realize
that she was also your wife,
Mrs. Albert Hadley?
Yes.
Before you were born.
But I was no match for her.
She was a young
woman who had no doubt
that she was different
and very special.
I suppose I was just
a little bit overwhelmed
at the idea that she
saw anything at all
in a... remittance man.
Poor Father.
That cowboy...
I hope he's not fool enough
to try to ride La Muerte.
Ellen...
please accept that wheelchair.
Use it.
I promise you that'll
be just the beginning.
Do it for me.
For you.
My good girl.
All right. Come here.
(dramatic theme playing)
(ominous theme playing)
(whinnying)
La Muerte.
To my people...
he has really lived
up to his name.
How's that?
He trampled one
vaquero to death.
He crippled another. And
me, myself, he's thrown me off.
I barely escaped his hooves.
My daughter, you've seen her.
And you know what
happened to her.
You mean, you let...?
You let your daughter
try to ride that horse?
It was her own choice.
And she did it behind my back.
There.
That isn't so bad, is it?
(horse whinnying)
From now on, my dear...
you must get
used to trusting me.
Just why is it so
important for you
to have this horse
broken, anyway?
It is simple.
To me, this horse means defeat.
Let us say it is not
in me to let anything
get the upper hand.
Make up your minds, amigos.
Is your love of freedom
less than that of a horse?
(whinnying violently)
If you have as much heart
as an animal not to be broken,
you will join me and
the others against her.
We have plans for tomorrow.
It is more suitable
that it should be
the Day of the Dead.
Tovar...
how can we be sure we
would be better off in Mexico?
You have spoken of Juárez
and his fine words
of a good life,
and even the poorest
people owning their land.
But we have no guns, no bullets.
Ah! Doña Luisa
does not know it yet,
but she will provide
us with those.
In truth, when we leave,
there will be little left
of El Rancho de Caballo Grande.
And those that stay behind...
will be just homeless Mexicans
among the Texans.
(whinnying loudly)
That's more than just
a high-spirited mustang, ma'am.
Yes, but you can handle him.
Yeah, well...
my job's just to square myself
and get back to the
outfit as soon as possible.
Well, you will be free
to leave tomorrow.
Why can't I go to
bustin' him right now?
Tomorrow is a holiday:
The Day of the Dead.
Yeah, well, I heard that.
But what's that
gotta do with it?
Well, the people will come here.
Uh, they will pay their
respect to the dead.
And they will want to be amused.
Oh.
(whinnying)
(suspenseful theme playing)
A dog of a Juarista, patrona.
I found him poisoning the minds
of the stupid ones against you.
Is that true, Tovar?
Answer me.
You have the word of Goyo.
I have nothing to say.
How many more think as you do?
I will tell you that in a
week that has no Friday.
If you want to leave for Mexico,
please leave.
Gracias.
And be shot down before I
am 20 kilómetros from here,
as were the others
who tried before me?
There is only one way
to teach him a lesson
that he will remember, patrona.
(dramatic theme playing)
Yes.
A whipped dog...
is a wiser dog.
(whip cracking)
(grunting quietly)
All right, mister,
that's enough.
You heard what the
young man said, Goyo.
That will be quite enough.
Yes, do as you are told, Goyo.
(horse whinnying)
Now...
go back to work, everyone.
(ominous theme playing)
(sighs)
Concha.
Sorry.
Terribly sorry.
You must think us
rather a strange
household, Yates.
I don't know what you want
me to say to that, Mr. Hadley.
Casual conversation
is always a rare
thing at this table.
But the silence tonight is...
particularly ominous.
You see...
I've committed a mortal sin.
I've dared to join
you in defying
my wife's authority.
Is that a way to talk
in front of our guest?
Wouldn't "victim"
be a better word?
Mr. Yates, if it's money
you need to get out of this,
I can let you have it.
Oh. Well, uh...
No, I'm afraid I couldn't
let you do that, Miss Ellen.
But then you won't have
to risk your neck tomorrow
just to please her.
Now, as long as
you and your father
have turned against me...
I think our guest
should know the truth.
Don't, Luisa.
What possessed you
to try and ride La Muerte?
Hm?
Was it because
you wanted to tame
a wild thing?
No.
Was it because you wanted
to prove your courage? No.
It was because...
I failed to do it.
I did it because
I wanted to do it.
(whispers): Oh, I see.
And you became
a cripple for that?
Don't use that word.
You are right.
It does not really
apply, does it?
Because all the
doctors are saying
that you cannot walk
because you do not want to walk.
There is nothing
wrong with you, Ellen.
Nothing except...
your hate for me.
Make her stop.
Now, if you wish
to remain a cripple
all your life for that...
it is your own decision.
But I want you to know
it does not make me
feel guilty.
(crying)
What do you think you are doing?
I don't know how
you usually settle
your family affairs,
Mrs. Hadley...
but your daughter's had enough.
(dramatic theme playing)
Someday I'll kill you, Luisa.
(chuckles)
For that you need
passion, Alberto.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(dramatic theme playing)
(crowd cheering, yelling)
Thank you.
I'll be all right by myself now.
Well, are you sure,
feeling the way you do?
I always used to come up here...
when I wanted to
be alone and think.
(cheering, yelling)
Hey, they're
starting the holiday
kind of early, aren't they?
Well, uh...
I'll, uh...
I'll be back for you
in a few minutes.
(suspenseful theme playing)
What are you trying, anyway?
You shouldn't have stopped me.
I can't go back there with her.
Now, look here, Miss
Ellen. You gotta promise me
you're not gonna try
anything like this again.
I may as well be dead.
I have no life of my own.
Talk like that is foolish.
Pretty girl like you has
everything to live for.
Like what?
Well... w...
One of these days, you'll
be falling for somebody,
and you'll be gettin'
married, and having a family
and a life of your own.
That's the way it
usually works, isn't it?
And who'd want me?
I can't walk.
I really can't. No
matter what she says.
Well, maybe you don't
want to bad enough.
You sound as though
you're taking her side.
Look, Ellen, I'm
speaking my own mind.
You've got to want to try,
win, lose or draw.
Do you think you
can ride La Muerte...
by merely wanting to?
I don't know, but I'm
gonna be in there trying.
Well, trying won't make it so...
any more than it'll
make me walk again.
Come here.
Look, if I ride La
Muerte tomorrow...
will you try and walk?
Come on, now, is that a bargain?
All right.
(tender theme playing)
(cheering, yelling)
(eerie theme playing)
Thank you.
Concha will take care of me now.
Now, don't forget.
Good night.
Good night.
Your daughter tried
to kill herself tonight.
What?
(tense theme playing)
So it's come to that.
Is that all you're gonna say?
She might just try it again.
I think you ought
to try and help her,
you being her father
and all. Shut up!
I'm sorry.
You're right, of course.
Thank you for telling me.
Well...?
I... I'll... find some way.
All right, Tovar.
Take your people and whatever
you want from the hacienda,
and join Juárez.
What reason do we have
to trust this man, Tovar?
You may not have a
reason, Hey Soos. I have.
But for the Americano
and the English señor,
Goyo would have left
no skin on my back.
It makes no sense
that a man should want
to see everything
he owns destroyed.
Look at it this way, Hey Soos.
For a long time I've known
who the Juáristas are...
and I've said nothing.
Doesn't that convince you
that I want to see you succeed?
But why?
My reasons are my own.
They're good reasons.
One thing, Señor Hadley. Yes?
Have you thought of Doña Luisa?
Many will be loyal to her.
She is an Esquivel.
She will fight back.
Is her safety not
important to you?
No, she will not fight back.
I can promise you that
she will not be an obstacle.
(sighs)
You seem to have
plans of your own.
They will not disrupt yours.
It is settled.
You are one of us, amigo.
Tomorrow... when
everyone is at the corral
watching the Americano...
that will be our time to strike.
(chatter)
(whinnying)
Getting qualms?
With all the noise
goin' on around here,
he's gettin' good and skittery.
There's something you may
have to do for me, Rowdy...
out of the kindness
of your heart.
Oh, yeah? What's that?
You saw the man Tovar today?
Yeah.
There are quite a
few others like him.
With all of his hatred
and the same bitterness,
and with good reason too.
I have a feeling that
they're going to, uh,
choose tomorrow...
to strip the ranch of
anything they need
to serve the Juárista cause.
Arms, ammunition, supplies.
With everybody's thoughts
on food, dancing and...
And death,
it would be very sound strategy.
Well... everything
goin' on around here,
I guess me and La
Muerte are just gonna be
a side attraction, huh?
Rowdy...
if anything should
happen to my wife or me...
I'd like you to see to
it that my... daughter...
That Ellen gets
safely to my sister.
I-I... I'll write out
your instructions.
I'll give you more than
enough money to cover the trip.
Uh... Mr. Hadley,
I'd like to put
your mind at ease,
but...
La Muerte there, uh,
might just kick my plans
right out from
under me tomorrow.
I'm talking about
my daughter's life.
Well...
All right, I'll...
I'll do what I can
to make sure nothing
happens to her.
Thank you.
Thank you, Rowdy.
Good night.
Good night.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(horse whinnies)
(eerie theme playing)
(crowd cheering, yelling)
(drums beating)
(Witch-woman cackling)
Drink, señor. Drink.
You know, the rooster
is the enemy of the devil.
Drink. I'm not thirsty, Mother.
(laughs)
(cackling)
(laughing)
(suspenseful theme playing)
Yes, today we
laugh at death, Goyo.
(crowd cheering, yelling)
(whinnying loudly)
Have you got a blindfold?
Well, I hadn't
planned on using one.
Now, isn't that being
a little too brave?
I will get you one.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(screams)
(sobbing): Madre de Dios.
(sighs)
Come on, you don't
want to stay here.
Poor Goyo.
Take him down, please.
(clatter)
Miguel.
Si, patrona.
Are you to be trusted?
Seems I can no
longer trust my people.
You can be sure
of me, Doña Luisa.
Go and find Tovar.
He must not go unpunished.
Muy bien.
(speaks in Spanish)
(suspenseful theme playing)
(screams)
(screams) Stop her. Stop her!
Let me go! Everything we have
in the world is in there.
You can blame
your husband for this.
Tovar has turned against me.
I know nothing of
that. Take her away.
ROWDY: Maybe you'd
better take your hands off her.
What are you doing?
She didn't know what
her husband was doing.
Do as you were told, Ramón.
You seem to be making
a habit of crossing me.
If the breaking of La Muerte
were not so important to me,
I would have you flogged...
at this very moment.
I guess maybe you would.
But then there is La
Muerte, isn't there?
Well, I won't just be bustin'
him to do you any favors
or pay off my debt.
Oh?
What are you doing it for?
The only thing keeping
me here is your daughter.
I'll be breakin' him for her.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(whinnying)
Easy, boy. Easy now.
Easy now.
Easy. Take it easy.
That's a boy.
Now, just stand still there.
(horse whinnying)
Easy, now. Stand still.
Ahh.
Come on now.
(whinnying) Easy now. Easy.
Easy, boy.
Easy.
Easy.
(speaking indistinctly)
Tovar. Tovar. What?
It makes me laugh.
They didn't even lock
the gun room. Toma.
(chatter)
Viva Juárez!
(all yelling)
(suspenseful theme playing)
That's a boy. That's a boy.
(blusters, whinnies)
Easy, easy.
(crowd gasping)
(whinnying)
(whinnying)
Good.
Like death...
he cannot be defeated.
(suspenseful theme playing)
(annoyed whinnying)
That's it.
You give it to him.
(gasps)
Defeated.
(chatter in Spanish)
Ay!
(chatter)
(speaking in Spanish)
We were looking
for gold and jewels...
and he was looking for you.
(gun cocks)
(grunts)
Vámonos. Vámonos.
Yee-whoo!
(all yelling)
TOVAR: Listen, all of you!
Your place is with us in Mexico.
Fighting with Juárez
for freedom and equality.
There is no place for you here.
We have guns
enough for everyone...
more horses than we need
in Doña Luisa's stables.
You are fools!
For 200 years,
we, the Esquivels...
have given you
a place to work...
a place to eat and
a place to sleep.
And now you throw all away.
And why?
Because Tovar speaks to you.
He speaks to you about
another peon just like yourself.
Juárez from Mexico...
who promises you what?
Beautiful words.
Equality and freedom.
You don't know what that means!
It means to you
that when you are ill,
and when you are old...
and when the sun is burning
your crop year after year...
there is nobody, but
nobody to help you.
You think Juárez...
and Tovar will help you.
Never!
They are too busy talking.
About equality and freedom!
I cannot let you do it.
I will not let you
change your ways.
That were good ways...
That were they
ways of your father,
and of his father.
That are the ways
of El Rancho...
de Caballo Grande!
Never! I will not!
Espérense!
You have heard, you
have listened to her.
And you believe her, do you not?
Do you not know she is making
her memories your memories?
Do you?!
You are a fool,
Tovar! A fool, you are.
(gunshot)
(dramatic theme playing)
I'm all right...
because of you.
Well, uh... all I did
was get thrown
like a sack of meal.
But you tried.
That was enough.
TOVAR: Vámonos!
Viva Juárez!
(all yelling, hooting)
Rowdy...
for what you prevented
me from doing, my thanks.
God forgive me.
I could think of no
other way out for you.
Luisa, I...
(tense theme playing)
You must be very
anxious to leave...
with your daughter.
(gunshots)
(crowd yelling)
WOMAN: Viva Juárez.
(gunshots)
Is there, uh...
anything I can do for you?
No.
What I have to do,
I have to do alone.
(tense theme playing)
(whinnies)
Cálmate.
Cálmate.
(speaks indistinctly)
Good boy.
(whinnies restlessly)
Ah. Good boy.
Ay.
Cálmate.
Cálmate.
Mm. Good boy.
La Muerte.
Eh?
Vamoose!
(whinnying)
(chuckling)
(sighs)
Well, I better be
going too, ma'am.
(somber theme playing)
(dramatic theme playing)
(whinnies)
Head 'em up! (cattle lowing)
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 ♪
♪ Oh, 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! ♪
MAN: Hyah! (whip cracks)
MAN: Hyah! (whip cracks)
♪ Rawhide! ♪
MAN: Hyah! (whip cracks)
MAN: Hyah! (whip cracks)
♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪
♪ Rollin', rollin' Rollin' ♪
(majestic theme playing)