Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 13 - Incident of the Druid Curse - full transcript
During a trail drive Gil Favor meets Maeve (Luana Patten), a beautiful young woman who is travelling with her father in search of lost treasure...
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 ♪
♪ Cut '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 )
( dramatic theme playing )
( men yelling,
whistling )
FAVOR:
When it comes to cattle,
you can brand 'em
with a barbed brand,
a bench brand
or a bosal brand,
which is a stripe
runnin' around the cow's nose.
Or you can use a runnin'
or a swingin' brand,
a tumblin' or
a walkin' brand...
( moos )
...whose lower part
looks like feet.
But whichever you use,
from then on, you know
who the cow belongs to.
When it comes
to men, though,
it's not that easy.
They don't wear brands.
What herd they're runnin' with,
what loyalties they got,
is anybody's guess.
And I can't afford
to guess.
I'm Gil Favor,
trail boss.
( cattle mooing )
Hey, Lark,
wake up.
I ain't sleepin'.
Well, this is one day
I thought would never end.
Well, it ain't
ended yet for you.
You gotta ride back to
pick up any stragglers.
Well, I might just
keep on goin'.
Quince, you realize
there ain't a single,
even halfway, good reason a man
would hire out for a drover?
I don't know. You're eatin'
pretty regular.
Wishbone stew
and sourdough? Yeah.
You realize there's a hundred
towns along this trail
we ain't
never gonna see.
Women in 'em silk-dressed
and high-heeled.
Colored lights,
whiskey in
fancy bottles.
Lark, you got
it real bad.
I ain't got it bad.
I got nothin'.
( dramatic theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
That's a real
nice fire.
I said...
that's a real
nice fire.
Yes, it is.
You out here
all by yourself?
My father.
Where's he?
He took the wagon
to the ridge.
Thought perhaps he might
be able to see the stones
while there was
still light.
W-what stones?
The ones
the druids left.
I ain't never heard of
no tribe like that.
They're all dead.
Nearly all.
That ridge is more than
an hour's ride away.
Dinner will be spoiled if
he doesn't get back soon.
He shouldn't have left you
out here all by yourself.
Why?
Well, you can't tell who's
runnin' loose on the prairie.
Injuns,
drunk drovers--
I'm not afraid.
You ain't?
You see, there's no
oak trees around here.
No, ma'am,
there sure ain't.
But there's--
Who are you?
I ain't asked you
who you are.
I'm Maeve Lismore.
Pleased to meet you.
Look, there's a
campful of drovers,
not more than a couple of
miles from here.
No tellin' what
might happen to you
if one of them was
to come across you.
Nothing will.
It's so empty.
Let me take you into town,
where you'll be safe.
I couldn't leave my father.
Besides, I'm--
I'm safe here.
Sure.
Sure you are.
( dramatic theme playing )
LARK:
That wasn't bad,
was it?
No, now that wasn't
bad at all.
( yells )
( dramatic theme playing )
There ain't
no use runnin'!
( cattle mooing )
Then, like
I was sayin',
these four jaspers
came chargin' at me--
Mushy!
( playful theme playing )
Mushy.
Oh, I wasn't sleepin',
Mr. Wishbone.
Then what was
I just sayin'?
About that redheaded gal
in San Antone.
The one who snapped
her garters at you.
You're three girls
and 600 miles off.
I'm sorry,
Mr. Wishbone.
How are you over gonna get
to become a good trail cook?
Well, it's this heat,
Mr. Wishbone.
Mushy, a good drover
don't pay no attention
to whether he's
boilin' or freezin'.
Sure is hot,
ain't it?
Get the coffee.
( grunts )
Everybody else
has ate, Mr. Favor.
'Cept
Jim Lark.
Yeah,
where is he?
Well, I sent
Quince out to...
tell him to pick up some
stragglers over an hour ago.
He'll be in.
I ain't so sure.
Why not?
Oh, he's been
doin' so much gripin'.
Huh. So's
everybody else.
Oh, trail hands sure ain't
what they used to be.
Now, you take them two
that quit yesterday--
Ah, forget 'em.
I wish
I could.
We're runnin' long on
provisions, Mr. Favor,
but mighty
short on sleep.
We could use
a half a dozen m--
More men
than we got.
We'll manage.
Well, I don't know, boss.
We lose many more, we won't.
Way I figure,
it's the heat.
That's what I was
sayin', Mr. Favor.
That's what
Mr. Wishbone was sayin'.
Who's that
comin' in?
( ominous theme playing )
Mr. Wishbone,
that's a lady.
You're learnin',
son.
Miss?
Do you mind
tellin' us your name?
Look, you're ridin'
one of our horses, uh--
I'd like to
know why.
I know you.
Maybe. But I don't
think so.
Not your name...
or where you came from...
or where you're going.
Except for
a little space.
Don't quite
understand.
A little space
for warmth...
and then the oak tree...
to die in your arms.
She hurt?
I don't know.
Look, she couldn't have
been out there alone.
You better ride out and
find out where she came from.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Now, there's nothin'
to be afraid of, miss.
My name's
Wishbone.
I'm the trail
cook.
How did I
get here?
Well, you came ridin'
into camp a bit ago.
I don't remember
anything except--
You came ridin' in on
one of our drover's horses.
Drover's name
was Jim Lark.
Tall man,
kinda dark.
Yes. That's what
he was like.
What who
was like?
The man who...
came toward me--
It was
a knife.
Some blood.
Where's
my father?
I've sent a man out to
look for who you were with.
He'll bring
him back.
And the
other man.
You won't let him
come near me?
Don't worry
about him.
Now...you lie
back down, miss.
( dramatic theme playing )
Lark.
What happened
to your horse?
Oh, he shied at
a gopher and threw me.
I must've cut
my face on a rock.
You don't have to worry
about that horse though.
He'll find
his way home.
He already has.
Well, he's
smarter than I am.
I wasted a couple hours
lookin' for him.
Came in with
a girl on his back.
She's right
over there.
And her story
don't match yours.
Which story
you like best?
I think hers sounds
more like the truth.
Makin' mine a lie?
I think makin'
yours a lie.
She's a pretty girl,
Mr. Favor.
You think she's
worth dyin' for?
Draw your time
in the mornin'.
Don't push
your luck.
I got no quarrel
with you.
You can make one
real easy.
( wagon
approaching )
Boss, this is
Professor Lismore.
He's
the girl's father.
Professor and criminal fool.
Where is she?
She's right over
by the wagon, professor.
Oh, thank you.
Uh, I didn't have
too much trouble findin' him.
Big trouble
came afterwards.
What trouble?
Understandin' him. Hm.
Hm?
Have you ever, um--
Have you ever heard of druds?
Druds?
Yeah, druds.
No.
You wouldn't--
You wouldn't mean druids
by any chance, would you?
Druds, yeah.
Uh, some kind of
ancient tribe, I think.
Are they
Indians?
No. They're from
over in Europe.
Well, have they got
people there still?
I don't think so.
Why?
Well...
seems the reason
the professor there
came out from Boston
was these druds.
They, uh--
And stone circles.
Take stones and
tow 'em together,
and make big circles
out of 'em.
Hoo, boy.
All I can figure
offhand is...
professor took a wrong turn
in the trail somewhere.
Yeah, I was
thinkin' that too.
Mr. Favor.
Yeah?
That professor
and his daughter...
There's somethin' mighty
funny about them.
What's wrong?
They can't remember
when they last ate.
And they
don't care.
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
There you are.
That'll put
new heart into you.
Thank you,
sir.
Well, it ain't
fancy, but...
the nourishment's
there.
Ah, this is
very pleasant.
Almost idyllic,
in a primitive way.
Yes.
It is different from
Boston, professor.
Implying that I should
have remained there
instead of roaming
the Western plains?
( horse snorting )
Perhaps you're right...
but I couldn't resist.
Couldn't
resist what?
For years, reports have
been brought back East
from Westerners of
one sort or another,
to the effect that
they have seen...
druid ruins...
on the Texas plains.
What exactly are, uh,
druids, professor?
They were pagans,
Mr. Favor.
They worshipped
dark and bloody gods
in dark and bloody
ways.
They lived and died
in England
before the dawn
of Christianity.
They built huge altars
to their gods.
Gray stones...
on which
the blood
of their sacrifices
ran red.
But they're all dead now,
ain't they?
Perhaps.
Their blood runs in
my father's veins.
And in mine.
Well, uh--
That ain't quite
the same thing, is it?
I wonder.
They hated death.
To this date,
no burial ground
of theirs
has ever been found.
They were
small and weak,
but they raised
tremendous monuments
to their
strength.
Not of their muscles,
but of...their spells
and incantations.
It's said that
they could kill at a distance.
That they could
destroy man or beast...
with horrible agony...
by chanted words
spoken in the dark
of the moon...
over a
flickering fire.
Ain't no moon
tonight.
Oak trees were
sacred to them.
They believed that
the soul of each druid
lived in
its own oak tree,
and they laid a curse on
any man who harmed such a tree.
And that
man died.
Not quickly,
but horribly.
And the same curse
protected their sacred
stone altars
in their day.
And it's said...
in ours.
You came all the way
out here from the East
just lookin' for them
kind of stones?
Believe all
you've told us?
As an archaeologist,
a scientist,
of course not.
But as a human
being,
all I can say
is that many men
who have tried to
investigate
druid ruins
have died.
And no one
knows why.
Then wouldn't it
be better
to just head off
in the other direction?
We can't.
You see, it's almost
Midsummer Day.
Well, what happens
on Midsummer Day?
Or, uh, wh--
What's
supposed to happen?
They paid their respects
to Death.
How?
By offering to
the dark gods his victims.
The fairest maidens
of their tribes.
By sacrifice...
with stone knives
on stone altars.
Oh, this coffee's
gotten stone--
I mean,
it's gotten cold.
The altars are cold
on Midsummer Day...
till the sun rises...
and the blood
of the maidens
runs across them...
and warms them.
I better get you
some fresh coffee.
Any way you look at it,
them maidens just
didn't get a fair deal.
I think the girls
were proud to be chosen.
( spooky theme playing )
They sang as they were
being led to the altar.
♪ 'Neath the reaching oak tree ♪
♪ Death will come ♪
♪ Midsummer Day ♪
♪ I give myself ♪
♪ Midsummer's Day... ♪
Nice voice.
Nice figure.
But she ain't got
nice ideas.
Shut up, Hames.
Bit too handy
with a knife,
ain't she,
Lark?
I wouldn't mind bein'
cut up a little by her.
Right, Lark?
( chuckles )
♪ I wait ♪
Well, uh--
That's a...real
beautiful song, miss.
Heathen's what it is.
Suppose the stones
really were out here.
What would be the value
of findin' 'em?
The value,
Mr. Favor?
They would be
a treasure
beyond your richest
imagining.
Finding them
would be
finding a vein
of the purest gold,
a chest of rubies
and diamonds,
a storehouse of
fabulous wealth.
I speak, of course,
in hyperbole.
Y-you, uh--
You speak in what?
Actually, they would be
nothing but stones,
crudely shaped
and carved.
But I've staked
my reputation
on finding them.
Huh. I've lived
so much in the past,
that sometimes I almost
think it's still alive.
It is.
Uh-- You don't
really believe that.
I shouldn't. I know.
But I do.
Past isn't dead,
Mr. Favor.
It's all around us.
I know it as surely
as I know
that I'll...die
under an oak tree.
Nonsense, Maeve.
Is it, father?
Isn't that how
mother died?
Your mother was killed
by lightning.
Sheer accident.
Accidents are
what we call things
we don't understand.
But gods do.
( thunder crashing )
Pete, get
the hands out.
Rowdy, you'll
have to stay here.
But, uh--
Lark's still around.
Professor, you and your daughter
better try gettin' some rest.
Thank you.
We will, Mr. Favor.
But...I don't imagine
you will, however.
Not tonight.
Thunder and lightnin'
make the beeves restless.
( cattle mooing )
Strange man,
Mr. Favor.
Yeah, he's--
Yeah, he sure is.
He's strong
and patient...
and enduring.
Like an oak.
CRESTON:
Lark?
Drawin' your pay
in the mornin', ain't you?
That's right.
Then you're headin'
for the nearest town?
Uh-huh.
You're liable to get lonesome
all by yourself.
I think maybe Creston and me'll
quit come tomorrow mornin',
and go off
with you.
I don't need company.
HAMES:
Well, you've got it.
We all heard what
the professor said
about that loot
hidden in them stones.
Supposin' that
old man's crazy?
Supposin' he ain't?
Now, all we have
to do is...
stay out of sight...
wait until the old man
and his daughter
go off by themselves. Heh.
I'd like
that, Lark.
Well, if that old man ain't
completely out of his mind,
there ought to be
enough for all of us.
There's just
one thing.
You're
the boss, Lark.
Well, there's
somethin' else.
Don't worry about
the girl, Lark.
Creston and me ain't
the romantic type.
( laughing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Both pickin'
a bad time to be quittin'.
You know I'm
shorthanded.
Yeah, got a sudden
feelin', Mr. Favor. I--
I guess
it's the heat.
Yeah,
maybe.
Me, I don't
like druids.
They're liable to
put a curse on you.
First thing you know,
I'm liable to--
Rowdy!
For someone who complains
about the food so much--
I eat a lot.
Yeah.
Now, are you just
gonna stand there
the rest of
your natural life?
Mr. Wishbone?
What?
What's troublin'
Mr. Favor?
Shut up.
Huh?
You heard what I said.
I said, "Shut up."
Oh. Oh.
Get out.
Sure.
I wonder where
those jaspers are goin'.
I know where they're goin',
Mr. Wishbone.
Yeah, where?
Shut up.
Miss Lismore, uh...
that's the last
you'll be seein' of Lark.
Perhaps.
You've been very kind to me,
even though I've brought you
nothing but
trouble.
You haven't
brought any trouble.
Lost three
of your men.
We can do without them.
There'll be more
trouble and worse.
You know, in
the morning, when--
When the sun's shining, and...
the world's fresh and new, it...
doesn't seem as though
night will ever come.
It always does.
Uh...your breakfast,
my dear.
I persuaded
your Mr. Wishbone
to give me the recipe
of this stew.
When we return
to Boston,
my dinners
shall become famous. Heh.
Although it does
seem rather odd
to be having stew
for breakfast.
Uh-- It's not
our usual breakfast.
We were up
all night.
All Wishbone had time for
was to warm up leftovers.
( chuckles ):
I see.
And delightful
leftovers.
Oh, uh, Mr. Favor...
as I discovered
yesterday,
the druid remains are not
in this neighborhood.
Do you have any idea
where they are then?
Well, I have
a map of sorts.
It was rather
impressive back East.
But out here it doesn't
seem to help much.
However, the next
most likely spot
is some miles
north of here.
Oh? We're drivin'
the herd north.
Yes,
I know that.
Glad to come with us
if you want to.
I accept
your offer gladly,
before you have
a chance to reconsider.
Won't.
Um...
you'd better
keep the wagon
up ahead of
the herd though.
Eat less dust
that way.
LISMORE:
Heh. Thank you.
Father.
Yes, my dear?
Should we go
along with him?
The curse might
touch him too.
Maeve, I'm beginning
to be sorry
I brought you along.
I should never
have allowed you
to help me
in my research.
You're becoming
obsessed
by a ridiculous,
superstitious fear.
Well, if it's
ridiculous,
we'll laugh at it
back at Boston.
Yes, we shall.
I only wish your sister
had come with us.
She's so much more
sensible than you are.
That's why
she didn't come.
I believe in
your dream.
Eat your breakfast.
Yes, father.
( dramatic theme playing )
( men whistling, yelling )
( cattle mooing )
Mighty good thing he's keepin'
the herd on the trail.
Wagon too.
They'll
split up.
There ain't
no stone circles
on the Sedalia Trail.
What if Favor decides
to be real helpful?
He's got 3,000 head
of cattle to look after.
He might forget
about the herd.
Not him.
Come on.
( dramatic theme playing )
LISMORE:
The most famous
of the druid remains
is Stonehenge,
on the Salisbury Plain
in England.
That's roughly
how it's laid out.
That stone is
16 feet in length.
It's the altar.
Sunrise
on Midsummer Day,
that's where
the sun hits first.
The victim lay
bound on the altar.
The high priest
bent over him.
And when
the sun's rays
struck the stone
and the victim,
the high priest bent over
and drove the knife home.
A charming
custom.
Why did they do it?
It was a remote
and barbarous age.
To please their gods,
Mr. Yates.
Well, I'm sure glad
I'm livin' now.
( chuckles )
Someone may say the same
thing about our own age
years from now.
Oh,
they couldn't.
What the heck.
We're different.
Are we?
I wonder.
( chuckles )
I wonder where
Maeve's gone to.
Why, uh--
In the wagon,
I think.
This outer circle is
300 feet in diameter.
The inner
circle is 105.
( dramatic theme playing )
Oh, you
frightened me.
You shouldn't be
out here alone.
There's nothing here
that can hurt me.
No oak trees.
There's other things
could be dangerous.
Not to me.
You don't believe
in...druids
and curses
and oak trees, do you?
Do you?
Really believe?
Oh, yes. Ever since I was
a little girl, I knew.
The things Father discovered--
Maybe that's
what's wrong.
You haven't lived in
the real world at all.
It's all been books, fables.
Why are you so angry?
I just don't think
your father should have
brought you out here...
on a search for
something that never was.
Well, he's a very
famous professor.
I don't doubt he knows
more about the dead
than I'll ever know.
What about the living?
When I first saw you, I--
I said there'd be
a little space for warmth.
Almost forgotten
who I am.
Who am I?
Just a very
pretty girl...
spent too much time
dreaming.
( howl )
Oh.
It's just
a coyote.
The wailing.
Darkening of
the moon.
They were signs.
Maeve.
To make me
remember and--
I remember.
There was
a little space.
( eerie theme playing )
There'll be an oak tree.
But now...
there can only be
silence between us.
Only silence.
Goodbye,
Mr. Favor.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( men yelling )
( cattle mooing )
Oh. Thank you.
I certainly
appreciate
your taking us through
first, Mr. Favor.
How long will
it take you
to get the cattle
through?
Most of the day.
I have to let the steers
pick their own way through.
Goin' through
this shale,
they could cut
their hooves to shreds.
Well, it certainly seems
a very pleasant place to wait.
I'll be able to keep
an eye on you too.
What could possibly
happen to us
in so peaceful
a setting?
I just want to
make sure nothing does.
You, uh, might be
more comfortable in
the back of
the wagon,
out of the sun.
May I help you?
Maeve.
Yes?
Is anything wrong
between you and Mr. Favor?
No.
Then why don't you
talk to him?
I said goodbye
to him last night.
Which was, and is,
ridiculous.
In view of
the fact you'll be
seeing a great deal
more of him.
I don't think so.
I think I'll only
see him once again.
( scoffs )
You're becoming
impossible, Maeve.
You might at least
come down from the wagon.
There are
no oak trees here.
I know.
( dramatic theme playing )
Stay right there.
HAMES:
No screamin', miss.
She ain't
gonna scream.
You been waitin' for me,
ain't you?
Yes, I've been
waiting for you.
You drive,
professor.
Come on.
( dramatic theme playing )
Professor.
Where you goin'?
We decided we were
wasting too much time,
waiting all day
for you
to get your cattle
through the canyon...
and then traveling much more
slowly than we could alone.
Is it really gonna make
a difference if it takes you
a day or two longer to find out
there aren't any druids
or Stonehenges
in Texas?
Mr. Favor,
we're very grateful
to you for
any past help...
but you're
hardly the man
to decide
our actions.
Maeve?
May we go now,
Mr. Favor?
( dramatic theme playing )
You get in the back,
professor.
There's one thing
a man can't argue with.
A woman that
don't want him.
You just saved
a lot of lives.
Your father's,
Mr. Favor's.
Maybe even mine.
Now, ain't this cozy?
Giddap.
( ominous theme playing )
Those are
oak trees, Father.
Yes, my dear.
You people
are idiots.
Sure,
professor.
Now, you tell us
how we're idiots.
As I've already
told you,
the treasure
I was speaking of
is archaeological
treasure,
not gold or
precious stones.
Uh-huh.
I am an archaeologist,
not a treasure hunter.
I don't
mind.
Then will you
kindly release
my daughter
and myself at once?
Sure.
Afterward.
After what?
After you lead us
to the treasure
that ain't
a treasure.
But I've already
told you--
Sure. What else
could you say?
That I absolutely
refuse
to lead you
anywhere!
Sit down,
professor.
Yeah, come on.
Make yourself comfortable.
Heh.
Uh-- No!
( yelling )
Father!
Kinda singes you
a little, don't it?
You're heathens.
You're mad.
( moaning )
LARK:
You gonna change
your mind, professor?
( pants )
There is no treasure.
How can I
convince you?
( whines )
( dramatic theme playing )
Maybe we're goin'
about this the wrong way.
Maybe we ought to get
his daughter over here.
( dramatic theme playing )
( grunts )
Lark! Lark, what's
the matter with you?
You killed her!
She had
a rifle on you.
( grunts )
She never fired
a rifle in her life.
She didn't even know
how to cock it!
How was I
supposed to know?
Yeah.
How were you
supposed to know?
( dramatic theme playing )
Three riders
headin' this way.
The girl.
Get the horses.
We leave
the wagon here.
( grunting )
Who shot her?
What difference
does it make?
Come on.
Up.
( groans )
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Mr. Favor.
( dramatic theme playing )
Maeve.
Oh, I was
afraid that--
No, no.
I couldn't die
until you came.
'Cause dyin'
is real...
and you were the only
real thing in my life.
You're not going to die.
I met you
much too late.
Maybe--
Maybe, earlier.
It's an oak tree,
isn't it?
Yes, but it--
Don't be
unhappy.
There never was
anything else for me.
Except this.
In your arms,
for a while, I--
I hoped.
I--
( exhales )
Rowdy, you ought to
go on back to the herd.
Somebody's got to
take charge.
Mr. Favor's gonna want
to help the professor
and find the men
that did this.
Yeah. Well, I'll go back
and put Quince in charge,
and meet you later.
Well, we'll-- We'll be
here quite a while.
All right.
Can I help you, uh--
Well, I'll
ride on ahead
and see if I can
pick up their trail.
( dramatic theme playing )
( footsteps )
( dramatic theme playing )
I'm not Maeve.
Then who are you?
Her sister.
We were born in
the same hour.
I feel as though
half of me had died.
I don't know if I did
the right thing, boss,
but she was back
at camp when I got there.
I was away when Father
brought Maeve west with him.
I wouldn't have never
let him bring her.
She believed
too easily.
Strongly.
Where's Father?
Rowdy...
you'd better
get her back to camp.
Oh no, Mr. Favor,
I'm not Maeve.
I can ride, shoot.
Think I can kill now.
Did you ever see
the map your father had?
That's how I found your camp.
Came up
here alone?
I hired a guide
in San Miguel.
You remember anything
on the map that might help us?
Well, there were
two places marked.
One in a canyon.
No, there was nothing at
the canyon, Miss Maeve.
The other was in the hills.
My name's Mona, Mr. Favor.
Yes.
Maybe we ought to
get goin', huh?
Yeah.
( slow, dramatic theme playing )
It's not druid.
The rumors were false.
What's that say?
It's Indian
writing.
That's all
I can tell you.
You better tell me
a lot more.
I'm not sure.
It tells of death
brought by the iron men
who are thirsty for
the tears of the sun.
What's "tears
of the sun"?
Among the Aztecs,
it meant--
Oh, I'm very tired,
I don't know--
Old man.
What's "tears
of the sun"?
Gold.
CRESTON:
Lark!
Look.
( dramatic theme playing )
What is that?
LISMORE:
Unless I'm mistaken,
it's Spanish armor.
The kind worn by Cortés
and the conquistadores.
It must be
centuries old.
The dry air must have
preserved it
through all these years.
The iron men, huh?
Looks like they didn't
have much luck.
I think we gonna make out
a lot better.
( laughs )
Come on.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Here's
the stone.
They were
buffalo worshippers.
They slaughtered buffalo
on the stone slab.
Like they did to
them iron men, huh?
It's all very
interesting, professor.
Now, where do we
start to dig?
HAMES:
Lark!
He was
snoopin' around.
Nolan, huh?
Favor must've sent him
to pick up our trail.
He did.
It ain't gonna
do him no good.
Tie him up.
Sure. You want 'em
to hear the shot?
Professor,
it looks like
we ain't gonna
have much time.
( cocks )
Now, you ain't
gonna have any time at all
unless you start
talkin'.
If there were any relics
or treasures buried here...
they would be...
in front of the stone.
( uncocks )
Creston!
Eh?
( spits )
( dramatic theme playing )
He's cooled off.
Miss Mona...
if Rowdy and I aren't
back in a few minutes,
you get on
back to camp.
Well, I can't stay here--
You do what I tell you.
I watched you
die once.
( dramatic theme playing )
Let's take care
of them first.
We don't want the professor
to get worried.
( gunshot )
( gunshot )
Professor.
( grunts )
Professor!
( gunshots )
Wake up.
Untie me, professor.
Untie me.
Yeah.
Creston!
( gunshot )
Hold it!
Can use you.
Now, don't get
impatient, professor.
Your friends are gonna
be here right away.
Creston.
Hold up,
Rowdy.
Better do what
he says, Rowdy!
Favor?
Yeah?
LARK:
Creston's got
a gun on Lismore,
and from this distance,
I couldn't miss Nolan.
You make
a move,
and he
gets it now.
All right.
What do you want?
Why don't you start by
droppin' your guns?
( uncocks )
( gun hits ground )
( uncocks )
( gun hits ground )
Now take a step back.
There's a couple extra
hands for diggin'.
( dramatic theme playing )
The girl.
Wait! What's the
matter with you?
I shot her.
I killed her!
Well, maybe
you missed her.
I didn't miss!
I didn't miss!
( grunts )
( three gunshots )
( dramatic theme playing )
For a moment, I--
I thought
I was Maeve.
But I'm not,
am I?
There's no way we can
thank you enough, Mr. Favor.
Oh. Isn't
necessary, professor.
We'll go
back east.
Perhaps, in time,
we'll be able to forget.
Goodbye.
MONA:
Goodbye,
Mr. Favor.
You know, the oak tree...
grave under it...
well, it doesn't
seem quite real.
I'm not Maeve,
Mr. Favor.
No.
You're not.
Goodbye.
( dramatic theme playing )
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' ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rollin', rollin'... ♪
( 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 ♪
♪ Cut '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 )
( dramatic theme playing )
( men yelling,
whistling )
FAVOR:
When it comes to cattle,
you can brand 'em
with a barbed brand,
a bench brand
or a bosal brand,
which is a stripe
runnin' around the cow's nose.
Or you can use a runnin'
or a swingin' brand,
a tumblin' or
a walkin' brand...
( moos )
...whose lower part
looks like feet.
But whichever you use,
from then on, you know
who the cow belongs to.
When it comes
to men, though,
it's not that easy.
They don't wear brands.
What herd they're runnin' with,
what loyalties they got,
is anybody's guess.
And I can't afford
to guess.
I'm Gil Favor,
trail boss.
( cattle mooing )
Hey, Lark,
wake up.
I ain't sleepin'.
Well, this is one day
I thought would never end.
Well, it ain't
ended yet for you.
You gotta ride back to
pick up any stragglers.
Well, I might just
keep on goin'.
Quince, you realize
there ain't a single,
even halfway, good reason a man
would hire out for a drover?
I don't know. You're eatin'
pretty regular.
Wishbone stew
and sourdough? Yeah.
You realize there's a hundred
towns along this trail
we ain't
never gonna see.
Women in 'em silk-dressed
and high-heeled.
Colored lights,
whiskey in
fancy bottles.
Lark, you got
it real bad.
I ain't got it bad.
I got nothin'.
( dramatic theme playing )
( ominous theme playing )
That's a real
nice fire.
I said...
that's a real
nice fire.
Yes, it is.
You out here
all by yourself?
My father.
Where's he?
He took the wagon
to the ridge.
Thought perhaps he might
be able to see the stones
while there was
still light.
W-what stones?
The ones
the druids left.
I ain't never heard of
no tribe like that.
They're all dead.
Nearly all.
That ridge is more than
an hour's ride away.
Dinner will be spoiled if
he doesn't get back soon.
He shouldn't have left you
out here all by yourself.
Why?
Well, you can't tell who's
runnin' loose on the prairie.
Injuns,
drunk drovers--
I'm not afraid.
You ain't?
You see, there's no
oak trees around here.
No, ma'am,
there sure ain't.
But there's--
Who are you?
I ain't asked you
who you are.
I'm Maeve Lismore.
Pleased to meet you.
Look, there's a
campful of drovers,
not more than a couple of
miles from here.
No tellin' what
might happen to you
if one of them was
to come across you.
Nothing will.
It's so empty.
Let me take you into town,
where you'll be safe.
I couldn't leave my father.
Besides, I'm--
I'm safe here.
Sure.
Sure you are.
( dramatic theme playing )
LARK:
That wasn't bad,
was it?
No, now that wasn't
bad at all.
( yells )
( dramatic theme playing )
There ain't
no use runnin'!
( cattle mooing )
Then, like
I was sayin',
these four jaspers
came chargin' at me--
Mushy!
( playful theme playing )
Mushy.
Oh, I wasn't sleepin',
Mr. Wishbone.
Then what was
I just sayin'?
About that redheaded gal
in San Antone.
The one who snapped
her garters at you.
You're three girls
and 600 miles off.
I'm sorry,
Mr. Wishbone.
How are you over gonna get
to become a good trail cook?
Well, it's this heat,
Mr. Wishbone.
Mushy, a good drover
don't pay no attention
to whether he's
boilin' or freezin'.
Sure is hot,
ain't it?
Get the coffee.
( grunts )
Everybody else
has ate, Mr. Favor.
'Cept
Jim Lark.
Yeah,
where is he?
Well, I sent
Quince out to...
tell him to pick up some
stragglers over an hour ago.
He'll be in.
I ain't so sure.
Why not?
Oh, he's been
doin' so much gripin'.
Huh. So's
everybody else.
Oh, trail hands sure ain't
what they used to be.
Now, you take them two
that quit yesterday--
Ah, forget 'em.
I wish
I could.
We're runnin' long on
provisions, Mr. Favor,
but mighty
short on sleep.
We could use
a half a dozen m--
More men
than we got.
We'll manage.
Well, I don't know, boss.
We lose many more, we won't.
Way I figure,
it's the heat.
That's what I was
sayin', Mr. Favor.
That's what
Mr. Wishbone was sayin'.
Who's that
comin' in?
( ominous theme playing )
Mr. Wishbone,
that's a lady.
You're learnin',
son.
Miss?
Do you mind
tellin' us your name?
Look, you're ridin'
one of our horses, uh--
I'd like to
know why.
I know you.
Maybe. But I don't
think so.
Not your name...
or where you came from...
or where you're going.
Except for
a little space.
Don't quite
understand.
A little space
for warmth...
and then the oak tree...
to die in your arms.
She hurt?
I don't know.
Look, she couldn't have
been out there alone.
You better ride out and
find out where she came from.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Now, there's nothin'
to be afraid of, miss.
My name's
Wishbone.
I'm the trail
cook.
How did I
get here?
Well, you came ridin'
into camp a bit ago.
I don't remember
anything except--
You came ridin' in on
one of our drover's horses.
Drover's name
was Jim Lark.
Tall man,
kinda dark.
Yes. That's what
he was like.
What who
was like?
The man who...
came toward me--
It was
a knife.
Some blood.
Where's
my father?
I've sent a man out to
look for who you were with.
He'll bring
him back.
And the
other man.
You won't let him
come near me?
Don't worry
about him.
Now...you lie
back down, miss.
( dramatic theme playing )
Lark.
What happened
to your horse?
Oh, he shied at
a gopher and threw me.
I must've cut
my face on a rock.
You don't have to worry
about that horse though.
He'll find
his way home.
He already has.
Well, he's
smarter than I am.
I wasted a couple hours
lookin' for him.
Came in with
a girl on his back.
She's right
over there.
And her story
don't match yours.
Which story
you like best?
I think hers sounds
more like the truth.
Makin' mine a lie?
I think makin'
yours a lie.
She's a pretty girl,
Mr. Favor.
You think she's
worth dyin' for?
Draw your time
in the mornin'.
Don't push
your luck.
I got no quarrel
with you.
You can make one
real easy.
( wagon
approaching )
Boss, this is
Professor Lismore.
He's
the girl's father.
Professor and criminal fool.
Where is she?
She's right over
by the wagon, professor.
Oh, thank you.
Uh, I didn't have
too much trouble findin' him.
Big trouble
came afterwards.
What trouble?
Understandin' him. Hm.
Hm?
Have you ever, um--
Have you ever heard of druds?
Druds?
Yeah, druds.
No.
You wouldn't--
You wouldn't mean druids
by any chance, would you?
Druds, yeah.
Uh, some kind of
ancient tribe, I think.
Are they
Indians?
No. They're from
over in Europe.
Well, have they got
people there still?
I don't think so.
Why?
Well...
seems the reason
the professor there
came out from Boston
was these druds.
They, uh--
And stone circles.
Take stones and
tow 'em together,
and make big circles
out of 'em.
Hoo, boy.
All I can figure
offhand is...
professor took a wrong turn
in the trail somewhere.
Yeah, I was
thinkin' that too.
Mr. Favor.
Yeah?
That professor
and his daughter...
There's somethin' mighty
funny about them.
What's wrong?
They can't remember
when they last ate.
And they
don't care.
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
There you are.
That'll put
new heart into you.
Thank you,
sir.
Well, it ain't
fancy, but...
the nourishment's
there.
Ah, this is
very pleasant.
Almost idyllic,
in a primitive way.
Yes.
It is different from
Boston, professor.
Implying that I should
have remained there
instead of roaming
the Western plains?
( horse snorting )
Perhaps you're right...
but I couldn't resist.
Couldn't
resist what?
For years, reports have
been brought back East
from Westerners of
one sort or another,
to the effect that
they have seen...
druid ruins...
on the Texas plains.
What exactly are, uh,
druids, professor?
They were pagans,
Mr. Favor.
They worshipped
dark and bloody gods
in dark and bloody
ways.
They lived and died
in England
before the dawn
of Christianity.
They built huge altars
to their gods.
Gray stones...
on which
the blood
of their sacrifices
ran red.
But they're all dead now,
ain't they?
Perhaps.
Their blood runs in
my father's veins.
And in mine.
Well, uh--
That ain't quite
the same thing, is it?
I wonder.
They hated death.
To this date,
no burial ground
of theirs
has ever been found.
They were
small and weak,
but they raised
tremendous monuments
to their
strength.
Not of their muscles,
but of...their spells
and incantations.
It's said that
they could kill at a distance.
That they could
destroy man or beast...
with horrible agony...
by chanted words
spoken in the dark
of the moon...
over a
flickering fire.
Ain't no moon
tonight.
Oak trees were
sacred to them.
They believed that
the soul of each druid
lived in
its own oak tree,
and they laid a curse on
any man who harmed such a tree.
And that
man died.
Not quickly,
but horribly.
And the same curse
protected their sacred
stone altars
in their day.
And it's said...
in ours.
You came all the way
out here from the East
just lookin' for them
kind of stones?
Believe all
you've told us?
As an archaeologist,
a scientist,
of course not.
But as a human
being,
all I can say
is that many men
who have tried to
investigate
druid ruins
have died.
And no one
knows why.
Then wouldn't it
be better
to just head off
in the other direction?
We can't.
You see, it's almost
Midsummer Day.
Well, what happens
on Midsummer Day?
Or, uh, wh--
What's
supposed to happen?
They paid their respects
to Death.
How?
By offering to
the dark gods his victims.
The fairest maidens
of their tribes.
By sacrifice...
with stone knives
on stone altars.
Oh, this coffee's
gotten stone--
I mean,
it's gotten cold.
The altars are cold
on Midsummer Day...
till the sun rises...
and the blood
of the maidens
runs across them...
and warms them.
I better get you
some fresh coffee.
Any way you look at it,
them maidens just
didn't get a fair deal.
I think the girls
were proud to be chosen.
( spooky theme playing )
They sang as they were
being led to the altar.
♪ 'Neath the reaching oak tree ♪
♪ Death will come ♪
♪ Midsummer Day ♪
♪ I give myself ♪
♪ Midsummer's Day... ♪
Nice voice.
Nice figure.
But she ain't got
nice ideas.
Shut up, Hames.
Bit too handy
with a knife,
ain't she,
Lark?
I wouldn't mind bein'
cut up a little by her.
Right, Lark?
( chuckles )
♪ I wait ♪
Well, uh--
That's a...real
beautiful song, miss.
Heathen's what it is.
Suppose the stones
really were out here.
What would be the value
of findin' 'em?
The value,
Mr. Favor?
They would be
a treasure
beyond your richest
imagining.
Finding them
would be
finding a vein
of the purest gold,
a chest of rubies
and diamonds,
a storehouse of
fabulous wealth.
I speak, of course,
in hyperbole.
Y-you, uh--
You speak in what?
Actually, they would be
nothing but stones,
crudely shaped
and carved.
But I've staked
my reputation
on finding them.
Huh. I've lived
so much in the past,
that sometimes I almost
think it's still alive.
It is.
Uh-- You don't
really believe that.
I shouldn't. I know.
But I do.
Past isn't dead,
Mr. Favor.
It's all around us.
I know it as surely
as I know
that I'll...die
under an oak tree.
Nonsense, Maeve.
Is it, father?
Isn't that how
mother died?
Your mother was killed
by lightning.
Sheer accident.
Accidents are
what we call things
we don't understand.
But gods do.
( thunder crashing )
Pete, get
the hands out.
Rowdy, you'll
have to stay here.
But, uh--
Lark's still around.
Professor, you and your daughter
better try gettin' some rest.
Thank you.
We will, Mr. Favor.
But...I don't imagine
you will, however.
Not tonight.
Thunder and lightnin'
make the beeves restless.
( cattle mooing )
Strange man,
Mr. Favor.
Yeah, he's--
Yeah, he sure is.
He's strong
and patient...
and enduring.
Like an oak.
CRESTON:
Lark?
Drawin' your pay
in the mornin', ain't you?
That's right.
Then you're headin'
for the nearest town?
Uh-huh.
You're liable to get lonesome
all by yourself.
I think maybe Creston and me'll
quit come tomorrow mornin',
and go off
with you.
I don't need company.
HAMES:
Well, you've got it.
We all heard what
the professor said
about that loot
hidden in them stones.
Supposin' that
old man's crazy?
Supposin' he ain't?
Now, all we have
to do is...
stay out of sight...
wait until the old man
and his daughter
go off by themselves. Heh.
I'd like
that, Lark.
Well, if that old man ain't
completely out of his mind,
there ought to be
enough for all of us.
There's just
one thing.
You're
the boss, Lark.
Well, there's
somethin' else.
Don't worry about
the girl, Lark.
Creston and me ain't
the romantic type.
( laughing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Both pickin'
a bad time to be quittin'.
You know I'm
shorthanded.
Yeah, got a sudden
feelin', Mr. Favor. I--
I guess
it's the heat.
Yeah,
maybe.
Me, I don't
like druids.
They're liable to
put a curse on you.
First thing you know,
I'm liable to--
Rowdy!
For someone who complains
about the food so much--
I eat a lot.
Yeah.
Now, are you just
gonna stand there
the rest of
your natural life?
Mr. Wishbone?
What?
What's troublin'
Mr. Favor?
Shut up.
Huh?
You heard what I said.
I said, "Shut up."
Oh. Oh.
Get out.
Sure.
I wonder where
those jaspers are goin'.
I know where they're goin',
Mr. Wishbone.
Yeah, where?
Shut up.
Miss Lismore, uh...
that's the last
you'll be seein' of Lark.
Perhaps.
You've been very kind to me,
even though I've brought you
nothing but
trouble.
You haven't
brought any trouble.
Lost three
of your men.
We can do without them.
There'll be more
trouble and worse.
You know, in
the morning, when--
When the sun's shining, and...
the world's fresh and new, it...
doesn't seem as though
night will ever come.
It always does.
Uh...your breakfast,
my dear.
I persuaded
your Mr. Wishbone
to give me the recipe
of this stew.
When we return
to Boston,
my dinners
shall become famous. Heh.
Although it does
seem rather odd
to be having stew
for breakfast.
Uh-- It's not
our usual breakfast.
We were up
all night.
All Wishbone had time for
was to warm up leftovers.
( chuckles ):
I see.
And delightful
leftovers.
Oh, uh, Mr. Favor...
as I discovered
yesterday,
the druid remains are not
in this neighborhood.
Do you have any idea
where they are then?
Well, I have
a map of sorts.
It was rather
impressive back East.
But out here it doesn't
seem to help much.
However, the next
most likely spot
is some miles
north of here.
Oh? We're drivin'
the herd north.
Yes,
I know that.
Glad to come with us
if you want to.
I accept
your offer gladly,
before you have
a chance to reconsider.
Won't.
Um...
you'd better
keep the wagon
up ahead of
the herd though.
Eat less dust
that way.
LISMORE:
Heh. Thank you.
Father.
Yes, my dear?
Should we go
along with him?
The curse might
touch him too.
Maeve, I'm beginning
to be sorry
I brought you along.
I should never
have allowed you
to help me
in my research.
You're becoming
obsessed
by a ridiculous,
superstitious fear.
Well, if it's
ridiculous,
we'll laugh at it
back at Boston.
Yes, we shall.
I only wish your sister
had come with us.
She's so much more
sensible than you are.
That's why
she didn't come.
I believe in
your dream.
Eat your breakfast.
Yes, father.
( dramatic theme playing )
( men whistling, yelling )
( cattle mooing )
Mighty good thing he's keepin'
the herd on the trail.
Wagon too.
They'll
split up.
There ain't
no stone circles
on the Sedalia Trail.
What if Favor decides
to be real helpful?
He's got 3,000 head
of cattle to look after.
He might forget
about the herd.
Not him.
Come on.
( dramatic theme playing )
LISMORE:
The most famous
of the druid remains
is Stonehenge,
on the Salisbury Plain
in England.
That's roughly
how it's laid out.
That stone is
16 feet in length.
It's the altar.
Sunrise
on Midsummer Day,
that's where
the sun hits first.
The victim lay
bound on the altar.
The high priest
bent over him.
And when
the sun's rays
struck the stone
and the victim,
the high priest bent over
and drove the knife home.
A charming
custom.
Why did they do it?
It was a remote
and barbarous age.
To please their gods,
Mr. Yates.
Well, I'm sure glad
I'm livin' now.
( chuckles )
Someone may say the same
thing about our own age
years from now.
Oh,
they couldn't.
What the heck.
We're different.
Are we?
I wonder.
( chuckles )
I wonder where
Maeve's gone to.
Why, uh--
In the wagon,
I think.
This outer circle is
300 feet in diameter.
The inner
circle is 105.
( dramatic theme playing )
Oh, you
frightened me.
You shouldn't be
out here alone.
There's nothing here
that can hurt me.
No oak trees.
There's other things
could be dangerous.
Not to me.
You don't believe
in...druids
and curses
and oak trees, do you?
Do you?
Really believe?
Oh, yes. Ever since I was
a little girl, I knew.
The things Father discovered--
Maybe that's
what's wrong.
You haven't lived in
the real world at all.
It's all been books, fables.
Why are you so angry?
I just don't think
your father should have
brought you out here...
on a search for
something that never was.
Well, he's a very
famous professor.
I don't doubt he knows
more about the dead
than I'll ever know.
What about the living?
When I first saw you, I--
I said there'd be
a little space for warmth.
Almost forgotten
who I am.
Who am I?
Just a very
pretty girl...
spent too much time
dreaming.
( howl )
Oh.
It's just
a coyote.
The wailing.
Darkening of
the moon.
They were signs.
Maeve.
To make me
remember and--
I remember.
There was
a little space.
( eerie theme playing )
There'll be an oak tree.
But now...
there can only be
silence between us.
Only silence.
Goodbye,
Mr. Favor.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
( men yelling )
( cattle mooing )
Oh. Thank you.
I certainly
appreciate
your taking us through
first, Mr. Favor.
How long will
it take you
to get the cattle
through?
Most of the day.
I have to let the steers
pick their own way through.
Goin' through
this shale,
they could cut
their hooves to shreds.
Well, it certainly seems
a very pleasant place to wait.
I'll be able to keep
an eye on you too.
What could possibly
happen to us
in so peaceful
a setting?
I just want to
make sure nothing does.
You, uh, might be
more comfortable in
the back of
the wagon,
out of the sun.
May I help you?
Maeve.
Yes?
Is anything wrong
between you and Mr. Favor?
No.
Then why don't you
talk to him?
I said goodbye
to him last night.
Which was, and is,
ridiculous.
In view of
the fact you'll be
seeing a great deal
more of him.
I don't think so.
I think I'll only
see him once again.
( scoffs )
You're becoming
impossible, Maeve.
You might at least
come down from the wagon.
There are
no oak trees here.
I know.
( dramatic theme playing )
Stay right there.
HAMES:
No screamin', miss.
She ain't
gonna scream.
You been waitin' for me,
ain't you?
Yes, I've been
waiting for you.
You drive,
professor.
Come on.
( dramatic theme playing )
Professor.
Where you goin'?
We decided we were
wasting too much time,
waiting all day
for you
to get your cattle
through the canyon...
and then traveling much more
slowly than we could alone.
Is it really gonna make
a difference if it takes you
a day or two longer to find out
there aren't any druids
or Stonehenges
in Texas?
Mr. Favor,
we're very grateful
to you for
any past help...
but you're
hardly the man
to decide
our actions.
Maeve?
May we go now,
Mr. Favor?
( dramatic theme playing )
You get in the back,
professor.
There's one thing
a man can't argue with.
A woman that
don't want him.
You just saved
a lot of lives.
Your father's,
Mr. Favor's.
Maybe even mine.
Now, ain't this cozy?
Giddap.
( ominous theme playing )
Those are
oak trees, Father.
Yes, my dear.
You people
are idiots.
Sure,
professor.
Now, you tell us
how we're idiots.
As I've already
told you,
the treasure
I was speaking of
is archaeological
treasure,
not gold or
precious stones.
Uh-huh.
I am an archaeologist,
not a treasure hunter.
I don't
mind.
Then will you
kindly release
my daughter
and myself at once?
Sure.
Afterward.
After what?
After you lead us
to the treasure
that ain't
a treasure.
But I've already
told you--
Sure. What else
could you say?
That I absolutely
refuse
to lead you
anywhere!
Sit down,
professor.
Yeah, come on.
Make yourself comfortable.
Heh.
Uh-- No!
( yelling )
Father!
Kinda singes you
a little, don't it?
You're heathens.
You're mad.
( moaning )
LARK:
You gonna change
your mind, professor?
( pants )
There is no treasure.
How can I
convince you?
( whines )
( dramatic theme playing )
Maybe we're goin'
about this the wrong way.
Maybe we ought to get
his daughter over here.
( dramatic theme playing )
( grunts )
Lark! Lark, what's
the matter with you?
You killed her!
She had
a rifle on you.
( grunts )
She never fired
a rifle in her life.
She didn't even know
how to cock it!
How was I
supposed to know?
Yeah.
How were you
supposed to know?
( dramatic theme playing )
Three riders
headin' this way.
The girl.
Get the horses.
We leave
the wagon here.
( grunting )
Who shot her?
What difference
does it make?
Come on.
Up.
( groans )
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Mr. Favor.
( dramatic theme playing )
Maeve.
Oh, I was
afraid that--
No, no.
I couldn't die
until you came.
'Cause dyin'
is real...
and you were the only
real thing in my life.
You're not going to die.
I met you
much too late.
Maybe--
Maybe, earlier.
It's an oak tree,
isn't it?
Yes, but it--
Don't be
unhappy.
There never was
anything else for me.
Except this.
In your arms,
for a while, I--
I hoped.
I--
( exhales )
Rowdy, you ought to
go on back to the herd.
Somebody's got to
take charge.
Mr. Favor's gonna want
to help the professor
and find the men
that did this.
Yeah. Well, I'll go back
and put Quince in charge,
and meet you later.
Well, we'll-- We'll be
here quite a while.
All right.
Can I help you, uh--
Well, I'll
ride on ahead
and see if I can
pick up their trail.
( dramatic theme playing )
( footsteps )
( dramatic theme playing )
I'm not Maeve.
Then who are you?
Her sister.
We were born in
the same hour.
I feel as though
half of me had died.
I don't know if I did
the right thing, boss,
but she was back
at camp when I got there.
I was away when Father
brought Maeve west with him.
I wouldn't have never
let him bring her.
She believed
too easily.
Strongly.
Where's Father?
Rowdy...
you'd better
get her back to camp.
Oh no, Mr. Favor,
I'm not Maeve.
I can ride, shoot.
Think I can kill now.
Did you ever see
the map your father had?
That's how I found your camp.
Came up
here alone?
I hired a guide
in San Miguel.
You remember anything
on the map that might help us?
Well, there were
two places marked.
One in a canyon.
No, there was nothing at
the canyon, Miss Maeve.
The other was in the hills.
My name's Mona, Mr. Favor.
Yes.
Maybe we ought to
get goin', huh?
Yeah.
( slow, dramatic theme playing )
It's not druid.
The rumors were false.
What's that say?
It's Indian
writing.
That's all
I can tell you.
You better tell me
a lot more.
I'm not sure.
It tells of death
brought by the iron men
who are thirsty for
the tears of the sun.
What's "tears
of the sun"?
Among the Aztecs,
it meant--
Oh, I'm very tired,
I don't know--
Old man.
What's "tears
of the sun"?
Gold.
CRESTON:
Lark!
Look.
( dramatic theme playing )
What is that?
LISMORE:
Unless I'm mistaken,
it's Spanish armor.
The kind worn by Cortés
and the conquistadores.
It must be
centuries old.
The dry air must have
preserved it
through all these years.
The iron men, huh?
Looks like they didn't
have much luck.
I think we gonna make out
a lot better.
( laughs )
Come on.
( dramatic theme playing )
( dramatic theme playing )
Here's
the stone.
They were
buffalo worshippers.
They slaughtered buffalo
on the stone slab.
Like they did to
them iron men, huh?
It's all very
interesting, professor.
Now, where do we
start to dig?
HAMES:
Lark!
He was
snoopin' around.
Nolan, huh?
Favor must've sent him
to pick up our trail.
He did.
It ain't gonna
do him no good.
Tie him up.
Sure. You want 'em
to hear the shot?
Professor,
it looks like
we ain't gonna
have much time.
( cocks )
Now, you ain't
gonna have any time at all
unless you start
talkin'.
If there were any relics
or treasures buried here...
they would be...
in front of the stone.
( uncocks )
Creston!
Eh?
( spits )
( dramatic theme playing )
He's cooled off.
Miss Mona...
if Rowdy and I aren't
back in a few minutes,
you get on
back to camp.
Well, I can't stay here--
You do what I tell you.
I watched you
die once.
( dramatic theme playing )
Let's take care
of them first.
We don't want the professor
to get worried.
( gunshot )
( gunshot )
Professor.
( grunts )
Professor!
( gunshots )
Wake up.
Untie me, professor.
Untie me.
Yeah.
Creston!
( gunshot )
Hold it!
Can use you.
Now, don't get
impatient, professor.
Your friends are gonna
be here right away.
Creston.
Hold up,
Rowdy.
Better do what
he says, Rowdy!
Favor?
Yeah?
LARK:
Creston's got
a gun on Lismore,
and from this distance,
I couldn't miss Nolan.
You make
a move,
and he
gets it now.
All right.
What do you want?
Why don't you start by
droppin' your guns?
( uncocks )
( gun hits ground )
( uncocks )
( gun hits ground )
Now take a step back.
There's a couple extra
hands for diggin'.
( dramatic theme playing )
The girl.
Wait! What's the
matter with you?
I shot her.
I killed her!
Well, maybe
you missed her.
I didn't miss!
I didn't miss!
( grunts )
( three gunshots )
( dramatic theme playing )
For a moment, I--
I thought
I was Maeve.
But I'm not,
am I?
There's no way we can
thank you enough, Mr. Favor.
Oh. Isn't
necessary, professor.
We'll go
back east.
Perhaps, in time,
we'll be able to forget.
Goodbye.
MONA:
Goodbye,
Mr. Favor.
You know, the oak tree...
grave under it...
well, it doesn't
seem quite real.
I'm not Maeve,
Mr. Favor.
No.
You're not.
Goodbye.
( dramatic theme playing )
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' ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rawhide! ♪
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
Hyah!
( whip cracks )
♪ Rollin', rollin'... ♪