Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 23 - Incident of the Stargazer - full transcript

A woman gets off the stage expecting to meet her husband. But she was let off in the middle of nowhere, a good 30 miles from her home. Pete decides to help her get there but when they arrive, she recognizes everyone except her husband.

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 )

( majestic theme playing )

Thank you.

You gonna be
all right, ma'am?

Oh, yes.

Yes, of course
I will.

( clicks tongue )

Giddyup.

( ominous theme playing )

( birds cawing loudly )

Ma'am.

Who are you?

Pete Nolan, ma'am.

I'm scout for a herd
headin' north

on the Sedalia Trail.

I was off over there,

and I saw you get off
the stagecoach.

Well, what made you

ride down?

Well, people don't usually

get off the stagecoach
out here

in the middle of nowhere.

Especially a woman
all by herself.

Well-- This isn't
the middle of nowhere, and--

And I'm not alone.
My--

My husband's going to
meet me.

Oh.

His name is Roger Turner.

I'm-- I'm Mrs. Turner.

Pleased to
meet you, ma'am.

( breathes heavily )

He is going to
meet me. I--

I wrote him, and...

He is going to--

( gasps )

( speaks indistinctly )

( sighs )

Thank you.

Oh, I'm so tired.

Journey was
very long, and...

very tiring.

All the way
from Philadelphia.

Yes, ma'am, but w--

Why did the stagecoach
put you down

way out here?

It's as close as
it comes to

our ranch.
Mm-hm.

Oh, how far is it
to your ranch?

Thirty miles,
I think.

You see, when I
bought it,

Roger didn't want to
be near people.

He--

Uh, I'm sure he's
going to meet me.

So am I, but--

Look, m-maybe he didn't
get your letter.

( sighs )

( chuckles ):
Oh, yes, of course
that's it.

He didn't
get my letter.

That's why
he's not here.

Oh, the poor darling
doesn't know

I've come. I--

I must go to him
at once.

Well-- You can't
walk 30 miles, ma'am.

Oh, I--

I suppose not.

Even in Philadelphia,

it would be too far.

Look, why don't you let me
take you to your ranch.

The herd's gonna be grazin'
next couple of days.

They won't need me.

( exhales )
I-I-I wrote

more than once. I--

I wrote several times.

Maybe they didn't mail
my letters.

I would appreciate
your assistance, Mr. Nolan.

( melancholy theme playing )

There you go,
ma'am.

( ominous theme playing )

( crickets chirping )

( melancholy theme playing )

You ain't eatin'
your supper, ma'am.

I'm not very hungry.

I've put you to
so much trouble.

Ah, it hasn't been
any trouble.

We'll get to
your ranch tomorrow, and...

I'll go back to the herd.

No trouble
to that.

It's sweet of you

to say so, but...

I hope we haven't
missed Roger.

My husband.

He'll be furious.

He's really a gentle man,

but he does become...

( sighs deeply )

It's all been my fault.

Your husband a cattle rancher?

Oh, no. He--

He's an astronomer.

Astronomer.

( scoffs )
I know Texas seems

a strange place
for astronomy, but...

Roger has a theory.

You see, the air out West

is so much clearer, and...

well, he doesn't care much

for people anyway.

I'll bet the reason
your husband

didn't come to
the stagecoach

is because he got busy
lookin' at some of those stars.

In the daytime?

Yeah.

( wolf howls )

Oh, that's
just a wolf up there

in those hills.
( wolf howls )

I'm sorry.

We were only out here
six months

before I had to go back East,
because I was...

( sighs )

( scoffs )

You need
some sleep, ma'am.

You just lie down
there, and...

Ain't exactly like
sleepin' in a bed, but, um,

once you're
sound asleep,

you won't notice
the difference.

Heh.

Uh, you...forgot to
cover yourself up.

Gonna be kind of
cold tonight.

Good night.

Good night.

( wolves howling )

( intense theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

There.

You can see
the ranch now.

( speaks
indistinctly )

Your eyesight's
better than mine.

Who would you say
was on that horse?

Some fella
I don't know.

And Mrs. Turner.

Well, now...

this ought to make
Mr. Turner real happy.

Or will it?

Far as I know,

she ain't supposed to be
comin' home yet.

Well, that's
Mrs. Turner.

Yeah.

Well, maybe she's
all right now, hm?

I ain't gonna deny

there are large
salt deposits

on this ranch.

And I ain't
gonna deny

that they're
worth money.

That's very kind
of you, Mr. Gunnison.

I further ain't
gonna deny

that the Gunnison Salt
and Coal Company

would like to get
its hands on this ranch.

In a proper and
legal manner, of course.

It ain't
a matter

of law,
Grimby.

It's a matter
of price.

Point of correction,
Mr. Gunnison.

There is a point
of law involved.

If there is or
if there ain't,

a lawyer will
always find one.

Go ahead,
Josiah.

This ranch was
purchased by

Mrs. Marissa Turner.

And by Mrs. Marissa
Turner alone.

I wasn't very well

when we came out here to Texas.

Matter of fact, uh,

Mr. Turner has not
been off the ranch

since he got here.

Be that as it may,

Mrs. Marissa Turner's name

is the only one
that appears on the deed.

The man just told you,
he wasn't well.

My point, Mr. Gunnison,
is merely this:

A valid bill of sale
to the ranch

can and must be signed
by Mrs. Marissa Turner.

Well, that's going to be
a little difficult.

Uh, my wife is back East.

KINCH:
Mr. Turner?
Yes, Kinch.

Ms. Turner ain't back East.

What are you
talking about?

Take a look.

Well, gentlemen,
my wife is here.

Which should
take care of

any little
difficulties about

our business dealings.

Although I hope she...

didn't come back
before her cure is, uh...

Excuse me.

Cure?

How is my husband,
Hutchins?

Oh, he's fine,
ma'am.

Oh. That's
good.

Welcome home,
Ms. Turner.

Hello, Kinch.

Hello.
Hello, darling.

( gasps )

What's--? What's
wrong, Marissa?

Why, you've no right
to do that.

Where's my husband?

( sighs )
Marissa.

Where's my husband?

Oh, I hoped
and prayed

this would never
happen again, Marissa.

Ms. Turner.

You know who I am,
don't you?

Yes, you're
Will Kinch.

And you know
Hutchins, don't you?

Of course
I do.

He works for
Mr. Turner.

So do I.

Isn't that right?
Yes.

Well, we'd know
who Mr. Turner is,

wouldn't we?

He's not
my husband, Mr. Nolan.

If you say so,
ma'am.

Please come with me.

Help me!

Roger!

Roger!

( tense theme playing )

Roger?

Roger.

( speaks indistinctly )

Oh, come in,
Mr. Nolan.

Like to
talk to you.

Sit down.

I'm, uh...

terribly sorry
about all this.

Marissa is...

Well, she's
acted strange before.

I can bear
witness to that.

Where did you meet
Mrs. Turner?

Well, I was scoutin' for

this cattle drive
I'm with, and...

I saw her get off
the stagecoach

out there in
the middle of nowhere.

I am very grateful
to you.

See, I've-- I--
I didn't know

she was coming.

She...should have
stayed longer.

She isn't really
mentally ill, Mr. Nolan.

It's just a case
of nerves.

And, it's--
It's all my fault.

I should-- Never should have
brought her out here.

What do you do
out here, Mr. Turner?

I'm an astronomer.

And I'm thoroughly
selfish.

I thought I could do
my work better out here.

And I can,
but, uh...

the isolation...

Well, Marissa...

she hated it so much

that she broke down.

She blames me
for it, I suppose.

That's why she pretends
not to...

recognize me.

Does this happen
very often?

Yes. That's why

I sent her back East to a...

Well, it was really
a rest home.

It wasn't an asylum at all.

Well, I know
you won't want strangers

hangin' around
at a time like this.

Well, I regret
that you had

to go so far
out of your way.

If I'd only known
she was coming...

I did write.

I-I wrote to
my husband.

Marissa.

I never got
that letter.

Why should you?
You're not my husband.

Am I someone
you know at all?

Yes.

Yes, you're
Henry Walker.

( slow, mysterious
theme playing )

I never heard of anybody
named Henry Walker.

How about you, Hutchins?

Nope.

( gasps )
You came from Philadelphia

with us.

I came from Philadelphia
with you.

Where is
my husband?

Ms. Turner.

You always said
you trusted me.

Yes.

Well, trust me
now.

You go to your room,
lie down.

You need
some rest.

No. Not before
I see Roger.

Marissa.

What can
I do?

What can I say?

Tell me where
my husband is.

Teela?

Teela!

Take Ms. Turner's
valise

to her room.

You know who Teela is,
don't you,

Ms. Turner?

Of course I do.

Do you think
I'm insane--?

Teela, Mrs. Turner's
come home.

I am so glad.

Oh, uh, Teela...

is Mr. Turner
in this room?

Yes.
Where?

Teela.

Ms. Turner's very tired.

Will you take her to her room?

You are Teela.

Yes.

I recognize you.

And Kinch.

And Hutchins.

Only my husband.

( sobs quietly )

Oh, that picture there
on the mantel.

That'll show you
who my husband is.

Uh, Mr. Nolan, uh,
you're a stranger.

My wife wouldn't
suspect you.

Would you mind getting
that picture, please?

( slow, mysterious theme
playing )

MARISSA:
Roger and I
took that picture

when we were
married.

That'll prove
they're all lying.

That I know what
I'm talking about.

That I'm not
insane.

Well,
Mr. Nolan.

It's a picture of you
and your wife, Mr. Turner.

( panicky breathing )

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Why, Teela?

Why?

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Go on with
your work, Teela.

I'm sorry.

Marissa isn't always
like this.

She's...

always a very charming,

very considerate
hostess.

Now you can understand

how anxious I am
to sell the ranch.

I want the money,
to take her back East,

to look after her
properly.

It's all solved,
Mr. Turner.

Gunnison Salt
and Coal Company

still want to
buy, but, uh...

you think you can get
your wife to sign

the bill of sale.

Well, frankly,
I don't know.

You've seen
the condition she's in.

Seems to me,
uh, Mr. Turner

could sign
for her.

Wouldn't be
legal.

Ain't nobody would
contest the sale.

Contest? To not
contest sale

would not be
legal.

Josiah, be a
human being for once,

instead of a walking
lawsuit.

Am I your lawyer
or not?

You're my lawyer,
yes--
Wouldn't be legal.

What would be legal?

Have the court declare

Mrs. Turner
incompetent,

and appoint you guardian
of her estate.

You mean
she's insane?

Has the court ruled
on the matter?

No. No,
of course not.

Mr. Gunnison,
we're wasting our time.

KINCH:
Just, uh,

how would Mr. Turner

go about having
his wife declared

uh...well,

not right.

No, I won't do that.

Seems to me you got
no choice, Mr. Turner.

It's for
her own good

you'd be
doing it.

There's a law.

Bring Mrs. Turner to
the Pikesville County Court.

No, I will not
expose Marissa to a--

A public hearing.

Well, then...

make application for
a circuit judge

to hold a hearing
in this house.

I'll be glad to make
that application for you.

All right.

( pats on back )

Mr. Grimby?

Yes?

Before Mrs. Turner
went back East,

she, uh...

oh, tried to do away
with herself.

Against the law.

Well...

Mr. Turner wouldn't
ask you this, but...

as a friend, I've got to.

Supposin' that Mrs. Turner...

well...died.

How would that affect

the sale
of the ranch?

Wouldn't affect it at all.

Just take longer...

settling the estate...

deciding on a legal heir.

Thank you,
Mr. Grimby.

Oh, Mr. Nolan.

Will you, uh,
join me in a drink?

Well, no thanks,
I guess.

I better get on back
to the herd.

Oh, you don't mind
if I have one, do you?

I...need it
pretty badly.

I sure hope your wife
gets better soon.

That's what
we all hope, Mr. Nolan.

Uh, thank you
for bringing her home.

Well, it's
all right.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

Mr. Nolan.

Mr. Nolan.

Take this and go,
quickly.

No, look at it
later.

They mustn't
stop you now.

Please...

( melancholy theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

I am not mad.

Then why were you
sent back East.

Because
you were ill.

Mentally ill.

It was
my nerves. I...

I couldn't stand
the isolation.

It's because
you were ill.

Mentally ill.
( exhales )

And you still
are.

But you're
a lovely woman.

Stop it!

( sighs )
Teela...

take Mrs. Turner
to her room.

Ms. Turner scream?

Yes, Mrs. Turner
screamed.

Why?

I...told her
she was insane.

That's why
she screamed.

Yes.

You're a liar.

Look, she's a very
attractive woman.

And she's my wife.

You got this ranch
to sell.

You drive her far enough,

and she might kill herself.

All right.

All right!

Just don't call me
a liar.

( tense theme playing )

Teela?

Yes?

Is the man out there
my husband?

When I came here
to beg for bread...

you gave me meat.

When I asked for a little
corner to sleep in,

you gave me
a room and a bed.

You gave me work.

You gave me
respect.

Is he my husband?

Teela?

Is he my husband?

No.

( dramatic theme playing )

( door closes )

( sedate theme playing )

( soft thud )

Locket don't
prove nothin' though.

He-- Man in
the picture

could be
her brother.

Yeah, but you know
how valuable

salt deposits are.

Now, these men
were trying to

sell that ranch.

Mrs. Turner didn't have
any reason to lie.

They did.

If Mrs. Turner is sane.
They'll help--

Well, I think
she is.

All we got to go on
is the two pictures.

One in the locket,
and one in the house.

But maybe that's enough.

How would we come in?

Well, you said you're
gonna graze the herd

a couple more days.

Give me those two days
to see what I can find out.

Besides, it's--

We've, uh, run into

pretty women afore, Pete.

Oh, it ain't that this time.

She's pretty, all right, but...

well, you ought to see
how helpless she is.

Besides, there's somethin'
'bout those men

I don't like.
Uh...

I don't like 'em
either.

Why, you ain't
never even seen 'em.

Well, I won't
when I do.

Well, when's that
gonna be?

Well, Mushy can cook
for two days

without gettin' hung.

Three days, no.

But two days he can manage.

You're goin' with Pete?

You don't wanna take

on losin' your scout,
do you?

Oh, it's my idea now, huh?

Well, do you?

Nope.

Well,
all right.

There's just
one thing.

What are you
gonna do?

March up to Turner

and ask him to confess
he's an imposter?

He ain't an imposter.
He's an astronomer.

I mean the real Turner is.

Supposin' a real astronomer

did turn up at the ranch?

If the man
representin' himself

to be Turner is an imposter...

he wouldn't be
very happy about it.

Say, that's an idea.

Last thing
in the world

he'd do would be
to invite

that astronomer
into the observatory.

Yeah, and if
he started backing away...

makin' excuses, we'd know
he was an imposter.

And we'd come back here
and get some help,

and clean up
the outfit.

That is, of course,
if they let you leave.

Well...give us
a couple of days.

We ain't back,
come after us.

Hey, you come up
with such a good idea,

you ought to
come along with us.

No, I'll look
after the herd.

Thanks.

Yeah, I mean, it sure was

a wonderful idea, and...

Yeah, but where are we
gonna get this astronomer?

( playful theme playing )

What you lookin'
at me for?

No. Wait a minute.

I don't know nothin'
about the stars.

Sure, I seen 'em, but

mostly reflected in a suit.

You know somethin',
Pete.

Wishbone's got
a frock coat

and a top hat
stashed away someplace.

Yeah, and with
that beard...

Now, wait
a minute.

Nobody nor nothin'
is gonna make me

try to be somethin' I ain't.

No, sir.

Not nobody
nor nothin'.

No.

I don't like this.

He sure looks
natural.

Yep. If he was

just laid out
in a pine box now.

( grunts )
I'll get the horse.

Now, Mr. Favor.
There's o--

I don't what it is,
but there's

somethin' missin'.

( sighs ):
What's missin' is
my brain.

I can't quite
put my finger on it.

Mr. Favor.

These here ought to
look real good on

Mr. Wishbone.

Those there what?

Oh, where'd you
get these?

I bought 'em of a feller
in San Antone.

He said they'd
help me read.

Did they?

Nope. I still can't read.

But I got 'em
real cheap.

Oh, what do you
got there?

What are you
gonna do?

Now, just stand still,

Wishbone.

Stand still? To be made
to look like an idiot?

There. That's
all it needed,

was the final touch.

Mr. Favor, I hereby announce

that I'm quittin' this drive.

And furthermore--
PETE: Professor.

Climb aboard.

Climb aboard what?

Oh.

( lighthearted theme playing )

FAVOR:
Oh, Wishbone.

Put 'em on.

I ain't got
the time right now,

but the instant
we get back,

I'm quittin'
this drive.

FAVOR:
Yeah, sure, Wish.

Let's go,
professor.

See you.

( dramatic theme playing )

WISHBONE:
Uh, a pretty nice spread.

Yeah, and it's
all loaded with salt.

Oh, it is.

You better
put your specs on.

Now, how am I
gonna fool anybody?

I don't even
talk like an astronomer.

Oh, put your glasses on,
keep your mouth shut.

Fine.

That'll make me blind and dumb.

Now, maybe you can
figure some way

to make me "deef" too.

Oh, Wish, I know a little
something about the stars.

I can probably handle
anything that comes up.

Come on.

Will you
stop that?!

Makes you nervous?

Yes, it makes me
nervous!

Uh, you're gonna have
more than that to worry about.

Mr. Kinch, that drover's
comin' back.

( slow, ominous theme playing )

That second feller
don't look like much.

Well, he might be
a doctor.

That drover might be
bringing a doctor out here

to examine Marissa.

We can't let them in!

Marissa Turner's got to be
declared insane publicly.

Think of the chance!

I thought of all
the chances

before I even
told you the idea.

You threw in
with me.

Well, I--
I thought it was

going to be easy.

It'll be easy.

Take this.

Put it under your belt
where it won't show.

I don't like guns.

You might need it to
protect your investment.

Now, go on to
your wife's room

and keep her company.
And keep her quiet.

What's bothering
you, Teela?

There is not enough wood
for the stove.

Hutchins, go out
the shed with her

and get some wood.

Teela.

Better figure on a couple extra
for supper tonight.

( knocking
on door )

Hello,
Mr. Kinch.

Come in, come in.

Thank you. Hope you
don't mind me

comin' back
like this.

No. Why should
I mind?

Oh, no reason,
I guess. Uh--

You see, when I left here,

I rode into town
to get some supplies

for the camp cook.

Mostly ketchup, to drown
the taste of his cooking.

Yeah, I've been on drives
with cooks like that.

Well, while
I was there, I...

happened to run into
the professor here.

And I mentioned that
I just met Mr. Turner,

the astronomer.

Professor knew
all about him.

He did?

Yeah, he asked me
as a favor

to ride out here with him.
Said he'd like to

meet Mr. Turner, and go through
that observatory with him.

Talk about the stars
and stuff like that.

Well, I, um...

I don't have to tell you,
Mr. Nolan,

that, uh...

Mr. Turner ain't very free
in his mind right now.

His wife ain't
better, huh?

'Fraid she ain't ever
gonna be better.

Well, I-- I guess
in a case like that,

you wouldn't want us
hangin' around here, and...

lettin' the professor
and me, Mr. Turner,

and goin' into that
observatory room with him,

and, uh, all that.

I don't know.

Might be good
for him.

Get his mind off
his personal problems.

Course you know
that, uh,

you're not gonna get into
that observatory

for some time yet.

And why's that?

Well, the professor here knows

that astronomers
only work at night.

But you can stay
for supper.

And afterward, uh...

Well, thank you
very much.

We'd...be glad to.

Oh. Come on in
the parlor.

Oh, uh...

what's the professor's
name?

Wish--

Wishingham.

Wish Wishingham.

Just Wishingham.

Well, pleased to
meet you,

Professor
Wishingham.

Come on in.

What college
are you

connected with,
professor?

Uh...

I say, what college
you connected with?

Uh, professor ain't connected
to no college right now.

Right, professor?

Uh, Mr. Turner...

you ever hear of

Professor
Wishingham?

Well, the name is familiar.

Oh, sure, uh--
All these astronomers

have heard of
each other.

Professor Wishingham's
heard of you, Mr. Turner.

He is not
Mr. Turner.

I don't know

where my husband is.

What have you done
with him?

Marissa...

everybody knows about your...

condition.

Suppose we--
I want to know.

Did you kill him?

Is that why you're trying

to drive me insane?

Ms. Turner, nobody's tryin'

to do anything to you,

except to make things
as easy for you as possible.

You're carryin' on
this way, though.

How you expect
your husband feels?

He is not
my husband.

Ms. Turner...

why don't you
go up, and--

I know.

Go to my room...

lie down...

rest...

sleep.

As if I'd wake up
in the morning,

and everything
would be all right again.

You must have killed him!

You must have!

( dramatic theme playing )

Poor woman.

Not very pleasant
for you, Mr. Turner.

No, uh...

it's not.

You've got to
tell me, Teela.

I don't know anything.

You're lying.

Are you afraid
of them?

( inhales )
All right,

you're not
afraid of them.

What did they
promise you?

They?

It wasn't "they"?

It must have been...

What did Henry Walker
promise you?

What did he
promise you, Teela?

He said that
he would marry me.

And you
believed him?

You are sure
a white man

would not marry
an Indian girl?

( sighs )
It has nothing

to do with that, Teela.

It's the kind of man he is:

selfish, cold, a liar,

a thief.

Perhaps a murderer, Teela.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

You were kind to me,
your husband and you.

But he loves me.

He's using you.

He needs you to help.

I'm not proud.

Maybe it started
because there was

no one else.

But afterward...

Afterward...

You saw what
he tried to do to me.

He'll have
money, Teela.

You'll be
something left over.

Something he'll be
ashamed of.

Why?

Because you'll know him

for what he is.

How long do you think
you'll be able to

hold onto him then?

You're right.

I will not be able to
hold onto him.

But you are also wrong.

Because it doesn't make
any difference.

You love him.

For whatever he is.

I will tell you one thing.

If you were in my tribe,

you would rip
your clothes...

lie on
the ground,

and the earth would be
wet from your tears.

My husband...

is dead.

Your husband is dead.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Uh, this is
where I work,

Professor
Wishingham.

( door closes )

Yes, sir.

Telescope, huh?

Yes,
of course.

Hey, you got a hole
in the roof.

WALKER:
What?

Oh.

Professor likes to
joke around.

Don't you, professor?

Well, what
the professor's mainly

interested in is...

just what exactly
you're working on.

What am I
working on?

Uh-huh.

Oh. I don't
understand.

Well, you're
an astronomer, ain't you?

WALKER:
Yes.

Well, tell the professor
just what you're astron--

Oh, what you're
astronomizin' on.

I'm studying
the northern sky right now.

Northern sky? We happen to be
in the south.

I'm talking about
the northern star field,

as seen from here.

The telescope is
pointing due north.

The professor
understands

what I'm talking
about.

Well...

that's right.

Well, uh, do you mind

if the professor takes a look
through this thing.

No, not at all.

Go right ahead,
professor.

( playful theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

Can't see a thing.

Nothing wrong with
the telescope.

Oh.

Must be the glasses.

Darned things aren't
good for anything

except to keep the wind
off your eyeballs.

( laughs )

WALKER:
What do you see,
professor?

Stars.

Professor does like to
have his little joke,

doesn't he?

Yeah.

Ursa Minor is quite conspicuous

this time of year, isn't it?

Huh. You're
mighty well told it is.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

You getting a good fix
on Cassiopeia?

Who?

Cassiopeia.

Try the telescope.

Ahh.

Yeah.

Clear as branch water.

Uh-huh.

Also you'll notice that

Orion is especially bright,
isn't it?

Yeah.

This is the time for Orion

to be especially bright,
all right.

Professor...

Orion is in the southern part

of the sky.

You can't see it
through the telescope.

( dramatic theme playing )

You're not an astronomer.

You don't have
an ordinary schoolchild's

knowledge of the stars.

That ain't reason
to pull a gun.

Well, I'm glad
you can see that.

Now get over there.

Let him up now,
Wish.

( grunting )

Well...

Well, we figured
if you weren't...

Mrs. Turner's
husband...

you wouldn't know so much
about the stars.

Oh.

Obviously, I--
I do.

Yeah, but if
you were Turner,

you wouldn't
pull a gun on us.

Why should you?

Let's go
downstairs

and talk it over
with the rest of 'em.

( tense theme playing )

Watch it,
Wish!

Hated to do that
to an educated man

like the professor.

What is he?
Too old for a drover.

He's a camp cook.

Should have stuck to
his pots and pans.

Now we're gonna
keep you

and the cook
out of the way

for a few days,
until Mrs. Turner

is committed.

If we ain't back
to camp pretty soon,

our boss is gonna
come out to find out why.

And he won't alone.

He's bluffing.

Why should
a trail boss bother.

No, he's not bluffin'.

Goin' on a trail drive
without a cook,

that's pretty hard
to handle.

Nolan, you're gonna
write a letter

to your boss.

I don't think so.

He's gonna wake up
pretty soon.

How would you like to

watch Hutchins
work him over?

All right,
I'll write it.

Have you got
some paper?

I have.

Here.

Tell your boss
that, uh...

you were wrong.

That, uh,
"Mrs. Turner

is really insane."

He's not Turner.
How come he knows

so much about the stars?

He was Turner's pet pupil...

brought out here to help.

That's a laugh,
ain't it?

Tsk. Yeah.

Tell him that,
uh,

you're stayin' on
a few extra days

to, uh, help out

at the hearing.

( dramatic theme playing )

( dramatic theme playing )

What time is it?

What difference
does it make?

I'm hungry.

They didn't bring us
any lunch.

What makes you think
they'll bring us any supper?

Don't really mind
bein' so hungry, but...

( sniffles )
...my nose itches.

You must answer
my questions.

I'm not here
to prosecute you.

I am here
to help you.

You haven't believed
anything I've told you.

What you've told me
has not been

easy to believe.

You say this man
is not your husband.

Yet everyone here
has testified

that he is.

They're all
in it together.

They killed
my husband.

This picture shows you

and the man you claim
is not your husband

posing together.

They changed the picture.

My husband took that one.

Have you a picture of yourself

and the man you claim
is your husband.

Yes.

Yes, I have a locket in my--

Well, that is, it--
It was

in my valise.

I gave it to the drover.

Where is he?

What drover?

Well, he was
here last night.

He-- He came back

with a Professor
Wishingham.

A professor?

From, uh, where?

I don't know.
He didn't say.

Do you see him in
the room now, Mrs. Turner?

Of course I don't.

Do you think I'm--?

You do think so, don't you?

A drover and a Professor
Wishingham came here.

Why?

He wanted to confer

with my husband.

And did he?

My husband's dead!

How do you know?

Teela told me.

Did you tell
Mrs. Turner

her husband
was dead.

No.

She's
denying it because

she's in love
with him.

With
your husband?

No! My husband's
dead.

She's in love
with Walker.

Walker isn't
my husband.

Mrs. Turner.

I wonder if you know
how common

such delusions of

being plotted
against are.

It's not a delusion.

You were
in the East recently.

Yes.
Where?

( inhales )

A rest home.

I have a letter here
from a Dr. Thatcher.

Do you remember him?

He wrote to
your husband.

He was very hopeful

about your speedy recovery.

On the letterhead, however,

his establishment
is described

not as a rest home...

but as
a sanitarium

for the mentally
ill.

( gasps )

All right, all right, I'm crazy!

I don't know who I am! I don't
know who anybody else is.

Just stop asking me questions!

( grim theme playing )

Mr. Turner?
Yes.

Would you take
your wife

to her room,
please.

Yes.
( sniffles )

( dramatic theme playing )

Well, you've seen.

She might do
some harm to herself.

Teela...

stay with her,
will you, please?

I'll fill out

the proper papers
at once.
( door opens )

You'll be
appointed

executor of
her estate, of course.

Yeah.

Where are they?

You know those
two drovers were here

when the judge
arrived.

Were they killed too?

What have they
done with them?

Where are they, Teela?

They're in
the observatory, tied up.

They're simple men.

Drovers.

They came here to help me.

They're going to die.

After the judge is gone,

they're going to die.

You know that.

Kinch and
the others

can't let them go.

I'm going to free them.

You can run and tell.

But I don't think
you're that evil.

( dramatic theme playing )

Hutchins?

Bring the judge's
buggy around.

Uh, please excuse me,
will you?

I-- I don't
feel too well.

Certainly.

I need a drink.

( dramatic theme playing )

He's takin' it
hard.

Mr. Kinch.

I suggest
you don't leave

Mr. Turner alone
for awhile.

These things
aren't easy.

I know.

Teela, see
the judge out.

( dramatic theme playing )
( door closes )

Thank you.

It's very sad.

Very sad.

Please. This way.

I have to do it.

I must show you.

Upstairs, quick.

And please be silent.

Ah. That...

haunted look
in her eyes. I--

I don't think
I'll ever...

Law will
look out for her.

She'll have
a good life.

We got those drovers
to think about.

( knocking
on door )

Come in.

Where's the judge?

He just left.

Not out the front door
he didn't.

He just went out.

Left him in the hallway
with Teela.

( dramatic theme playing )

I'm awfully sorry,
Mrs. Turner.

They made such
a convincing case

against you.

Times I almost
believed them.

( footsteps
on stairs )

Phew.

KINCH:
You're trapped
in there!

You can't get out
'cept through the house.

You're
unarmed.

You hear me!

We hear you.

Judge Nield.

Yes.

We know
we did wrong,

but there's been
no real harm done.

That's not the way
I understand it.

KINCH:
Nolan.

Yeah.

You come out...

we take you
and the judge

and the cook with us
for two, three days' ride.

And then we turn
you loose.

All we want
is a head start.

We ain't
killers.

No? How'd Miss Turner's
husband die?

Old age?

No deal, Kinch.

( tense theme playing )

( banging
on door )

And we're not
unarmed.

If you don't
believe it, you just

stand there.

How long do you think
we can hold out?

I might not be
missed

for a couple
of days.

Well, we'll have to
wait till dark.

We'll make it out
through that opening.

( slow, tense theme playing )

Look--

Burning
four people alive...

( pants )

Why don't we just
get out of here?!

Why don't we just
run their horses off?!

Uh-- Judges don't
work that way.

Ashes are silent
and safe.

First, one man
murdered.

Now four more!

No, Kinch. I'm not
gonna let you do it.

( cocks gun )

I ain't askin' you.

Teela!

Drop it, Kinch.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

They ain't
gonna give you

no more trouble,
Ms. Turner.

This one's
still breathin'.

Will you
stay here

while I ride back
to town

and send a marshal out
with some men?

Yeah, we'll
stay.

Will you take me
with you, judge?

I don't want
to stay

in this place
a minute longer.

Of course.

You can stay with
Mrs. Nield and me

as long as
you want.

Only until I get rid
of this house.

Mr. Nolan...

Professor
Wishingham, I--

You don't have to
say anything, Ms. Turner.

We're real glad
we came back, ma'am.

( giggles )

Did you
hear that?

She called me
"professor."

TEELA:
Mr. Nolan.

What will
happen to him?

He'll probably go
to jail, if he lives.

I think he will live.

I think I will...

be with him always, somehow.

I--

And I don't think
he will do such things again.

I hope
you're right.

I know I'm right.

( 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 ♪

♪ 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 )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪