Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 30 - Incident of the Silent Web - full transcript
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 )
( sedate theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Ah. Just don't have
the balance,
that's all.
Well, it ain't
nothin' to do
with the balance,
Mr. Quince.
It's how you
let it go.
Oh?
You gonna show me
how it's done, huh?
Well, nothin'
to it.
I can do it
with my eyes shut.
Any questions,
Mr. Quince?
Anything you want
to know?
Yeah.
You didn't do it
with your eyes closed.
Oh, I'm sorry,
Mr. Quince.
Mushy!
MUSHY:
Uh, yes, sir.
( sighs ):
Now, what is it
this time?
Mumblety-peg.
What did
you c--?
( exasperated sigh )
I thought
I told you
to watch that special
treat of mine.
Ah, is it
done?
Why, you empty-headed
nitwit!
What are you
trying to do?
Salt it
with dust?!
Well, you told me
to see if it's--
See it with your ears.
Listen, to see if it
stopped poppin'.
( intermittent
pops )
( popping stops )
Well-- It did just now.
All right, mumble peg.
Fill these up
as I pass 'em to you.
Now you'll see why
I'm so happy
with this stove.
You can never cook
popcorn this good
on a--
On a campfire.
( playful theme playing )
Wishbone.
Now, don't-- What's
the matter with that popcorn?
Don't it just
melt in your mouth?
Four-legged
ghost.
WISHBONE:
Looks like a stray
lamb to me.
( whimpers )
( whimpering )
( whimpering )
( barking )
You ever hear a lamb
barkin', Mr. Wishbone?
I knew I could
get him.
Dogs like me.
Only 'cause
he couldn't resist
the smell of my cookin'.
Sure is a peculiar
little thing.
( horse hooves
approach )
( sedate theme playing )
Well, I hope
you got
plenty of food
left.
What have you adopted
this time?
I ain't adopted
nothin'.
Just feedin'
the poor, stray
freak of nature.
( whimpering )
Where did he
come from?
Didn't come from
nowhere.
Standin' right
out there.
Well, what
is it?
Well, Mr. Wishbone
thinks it's a lamb.
Well, it's got
fleece, ain't it?
Ain't no lamb.
It's a dog.
One of them
French "poodle-ees."
Huh?
French "poodle-ee."
WISHBONE:
Oh, you and Mushy
seem to know everything.
Oh, I knew a fancy lady
once in New Orleans.
Had a dog just like this.
Used to lead it around
on a leather strap
right down the street.
How this one
ever got out here
all by herself,
I don't know.
Oh, excuse me,
Mr. Nolan.
By hisself.
( dog whimpering )
Well, now,
maybe you two
smart know-it-alls
can tell me
how the good Lord happened
to make 'em like this.
Just like he growed you.
Well, I'll
get your suppers,
'fore I learn somethin' more
I don't want to know.
( whimpering )
Say these dogs belong
to fancy ladies, huh?
Yeah.
Way I figure...
must be
a fancy lady
in a fancy carriage
out in front just...
eatin' her heart out
over the loss
of her pet.
Yeah, it figures.
But it don't figure
you can go off
huntin' for her.
You're in charge
here, you know.
Besides, when
she misses it,
she'll send
her fancy coachman
back to find it.
Just figurin',
that's all.
I know.
( whimpers )
Thank you,
Wish.
Coffee's
ready.
( playful theme playing )
Hey!
It's had
its fill.
Now, you picked
it up,
it's your
responsibility.
Bed it down.
Well, yes, sir,
Mr. Wishbone.
I'll make him a nest
in the supply wagon.
( whimpering )
What are we gonna
name him?
Bouillabaisse.
What's that?
Well, it's French.
What's it mean?
Well...
don't matter
what it means.
Happens to be
the best
French word I know.
Well...
( upbeat theme playing )
MAN:
Whoa.
Bobo?
Bobo.
Daddy.
What's
the matter?
Daddy, I can't
find Bobo.
He's not
in the wagon.
( clears throat )
Oh, she will
follow along.
It is the way
of a dog
to find
his master.
But suppose he's lost.
He's a very
smart dog, honey.
How many times
have you
said so yourself?
Please,
Daddy.
I think we'd
better go back
and look for him.
Mm. It's pitch dark.
We don't have to see.
We can just call him.
( inhales )
( pants ):
He's too little
to be alone in the dark.
Maybe he's
frightened, Daddy.
Now, look, honey.
He's a very
smart dog.
He can see
in the dark.
He likes the dark.
Now, he can
take care of himself.
Now, don't you
worry about Bobo.
( gasps )
What if he
meets a...
A mountain lion?
( chuckles )
That little one?
He would scare
the mountain lion
to death.
But, Daddy--
Now, Mendoza's
right, honey.
Bobo's a lot safer
out there
in the dark
than we would be.
( hopeful theme playing )
( sedate theme playing )
You never saw
your ranch before, huh?
Never even
been west.
Mr. Taggart,
my partner,
handled the whole
thing.
You mean, señor...
that eight years ago,
you gave a man $10,000...
and just now, you are
finding out
what he has
done with it?
I know what he's
done with it.
That's what I gave him
the money for.
( scoffs )
To buy a ranch...
eight years ago.
He's a friend
of mine.
He knew the country,
and...
I had the money
to finance him,
so we're partners.
Oh, I meant to
retire sooner
and come out here
to live,
but...well,
what with
one thing
or another,
the years went by.
Last year, when
my doctor said
I'd have to
take it easy,
that decided me.
So...
well...
here we are.
MENDOZA:
Just you and
the señorita.
HENRY:
Her mother died...
five years ago.
My sister helped me
bring her up.
If everything goes well,
she'll come
out west later
and join us.
Heh.
I wish you luck,
señor.
Thank you.
HENRY:
Eat you supper,
Jeanie.
We've still
quite a ways to go
when Mr. Taggart
gets here.
If you won't go with me...
I'm going to
look for Bobo myself.
Oh, you're going
to bed, young lady.
Now, I know how
you feel.
I'll tell you what.
When Mr. Taggart
gets here,
we'll ask him to spend
the night with us,
and we'll all
go look for Bobo
in the morning.
But it may be
too late, Daddy.
It's the only sensible
thing to do.
( kisses )
Good night.
( melancholy theme playing )
I always have
the feeling
that if her mother
were alive,
she'd know how
to handle things
like this.
Things like this,
nobody can handle.
No, she's a child,
and she'll get over
her sorrow.
She's a good girl.
You should be
proud of her.
( ominous theme playing )
( grunts )
It's gettin' late.
Are you sure we're
at the right place?
Your partner said
he will meet you
at the Devil's Ten Pins.
( horse hooves
approach )
( tense theme playing )
Hello, John.
I'm mighty glad
to see you.
Been a long
time, Henry.
Eight years.
You don't look
a day older.
That's Jim Ellis.
He's my foreman.
HENRY:
Glad to know you, Jim.
This is Carlos
Mendoza.
He brought me
here.
Mucho gusto,
señor.
Tell me, John...
how's the ranch?
It's fine.
Fine.
I can't wait
to see it.
Are you serious
about moving there
for good?
( chuckles )
You don't think I came
all the way out here
just for a visit,
do you?
Not your kind
of country, Henry.
Oh, I'll get
used to it.
I'm not too old
to learn.
Maybe not.
I am.
I don't understand
what you mean by that, John.
I mean, it's not big enough
for two bosses.
But we're partners.
All right. You got
a $10,000 equity in it.
I brought the money along
to buy you out
for double that amount.
What's got
into you, John?
Listen, Henry.
I worked that ranch
for eight years
all by myself.
Just me.
I built it up
from scratch.
With my money.
What I put into it
can't be measured
by dollars.
Plain fact is,
I can't share
command with anybody.
I'm not built that way.
It's a little late to be
decidin' that, ain't it?
I never thought
you'd come out here.
I was gonna
send you the money.
You've had eight years
to do it.
I'm doing it now!
There's $20,000.
Now you're not
losing by that.
Suppose I refuse to sell.
I've got lots of friends
out here, Henry.
I could force you to sell.
And it won't be
as good a deal.
In other words,
this is an ultimatum.
You can call it
what you want.
And you're waitin'
for my answer?
I'm waiting.
Well, here it is!
( tense theme playing )
( horses whinnying )
Well, set fire
to the wagon.
It'll look like
the Indians did it.
( tense theme playing )
( small gasp )
( eerie theme playing )
( screams )
( sedate theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( men whistling )
( snorts )
Who's the boss?
Well, uh, boss is up ahead
buyin' a right-of-way
through this territory.
But I'm in charge.
Can I help you?
I'm Jim Morgan.
Prison guard over at Leestown.
We're lookin' for some
escaped convicts.
Is he one?
There's two more
that's still out.
They split up
at the Cooley River.
This one went
upstream.
The other two
built a raft
and got away
downstream.
Now, they're somewhere
in this area.
Oh, how do you
know that?
When these boys are sure,
I am.
Well...
( exhales )
...we haven't seen anybody,
have we, Pete?
Nothin' but them wagon tracks
we saw yesterday, remember?
Where were
they headin'?
They're headin'
northwest.
I picked 'em up
about ten miles back.
I'll check 'em.
Ah-- Well, we'll...
keep a good eye out for 'em.
Anything else we can do for you?
Just remember, they're lifers.
If you happen to
run across 'em,
don't waste time
askin' questions.
Heh. I'll try to
remember that.
Ho.
Who are them fellas
there?
Uh, drifters
probably.
Lookin' for
a handout.
If I had a dollar
for every saddle bum
I've fed...
Looks like
one of 'em already
ate your cookin',
Mr. Wishbone.
The last one.
( playful theme playing )
Off the wagon.
It was only a joke.
Anybody makes jokes
about my cookin',
I do it.
Off of the wagon.
I thought
you had
a sense of humor.
I do.
I'm gonna be laughin'
the whole time
I'm watchin' you walk.
Probably laugh
so hard,
I'll bust
my britches.
( laughs )
Giddap.
( whimpering )
Yeah, I guess
if I'm gonna walk,
you're gonna walk.
( whimpering )
( grim theme playing )
( rock scuffed )
( tense theme playing )
Renegade
Indians?
Yeah, must have
been.
Now, leave me
some.
It's the first time
I ever liked Indians.
Let's see how good
their clothes fit.
I'll take
the Mexican.
The other seems to be
more your size.
We ought to
burn these.
Use your head.
We switch
with 'em.
Once they're found
in these outfits,
they quit
lookin' for us.
That ain't gonna
fool nobody.
They know I ain't
no Mexican.
( birds cawing )
By the time
anybody finds 'em,
they won't know
what they were.
( tense theme playing )
"Henry J. Porter.
Baltimore, Maryland."
Well, money.
Horses.
Civilian clothes.
This is our lucky day.
( birds cawing )
Nobody's gonna
catch us now.
Not now or ever.
So long, amigos.
Hey!
What's that?
( tense theme playing )
It's a kid!
Now, take it
easy, kid.
Nobody's gonna
hurt you.
Listen, you calm
down.
I'm not gonna go
chasin' you
all over
the desert.
Where did she
come from?
The Indians must have
missed her.
What's your name?
Why, answer me, girl.
You Porter's daughter?
Now, kid.
Don't get smart
with us.
Somethin' wrong
with her.
Fire your gun. I want
to see if she can hear.
Oh, she can hear,
all right.
She can't talk.
( gasping )
Now, we'll see
how bright she is.
Look...
you nod your head
if you understand
what I'm saying.
Can you talk at all?
Poor kid. She's not
all there.
We won't be either, if we
hang around here much longer.
Come on, let's
get going.
We can't leave
her here.
Are you crazy?
We can't make any time
with a kid along.
Just the same
she goes with us.
Not me.
Suit yourself.
You're as nutty as she is.
( slow, melancholy
theme playing )
Now, maybe
he's right.
On the other hand,
maybe he's the dumb one.
Look, kid...
You and me...
we're gonna help
each other, huh?
All right.
Here we go.
Your leg.
( grunts )
Howdy, mister.
Hello.
We'd just about
given up the hope
of meetin'
anybody.
What are you two
doin' out here?
Tryin' to
stay alive.
Sure could use
some water.
Oh, I got some.
Ah.
Drink up, honey.
Everything's
gonna be all right.
( water sloshes )
The herd's back a few miles.
Uh, we can take care
of you there,
if you can make it all right.
Just...give us
a minute
to let this
slide down.
Take your time.
Ah.
If anybody had
ever told me
in Baltimore
I had to see the day
when a swallow
of water was
the most important
thing in the world, I--
I'd have sure
given 'em an argument.
Baltimore, huh?
You're a long ways from home.
You've got a place
where my little girl could...
rest, I'd appreciate
goin' there now
'fore I start answerin'
the questions
I figure you're
gettin' ready to ask.
All right.
Want her to
ride with me?
Oh, that's nice
of you, mister,
but...she better
stay with me.
She's not quite
up to strangers.
Oh, well, uh...
we'll take it easy.
( dramatic theme playing )
( sedate theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
We just made camp
for the night,
when these two
convicts come along.
There wasn't a thing
I could do about it.
First, they was
gonna kill us.
And then the big one
decided
to let us take a horse
and be on our way.
I...guess it was
Carrie here made him
change his mind.
Uh...
your daughter looks like
she could stand
some sleep, you know?
Well, it ain't so much
that she's tired.
Carrie's...
never been like
other children.
She don't talk.
She--
Well,
she's just
not like other
children.
You mean, she don't
talk at all?
None.
Oh, well, never you mind.
We'll take good care
of you, honey.
Now...let me
get you
somethin' to eat.
Well, it--
It takes her time
to get used to people.
Well...
that's the way
it is.
Uh, well...
Well, maybe you
and the girl
ought to come along
with us
until we've reach
Dennon.
Oh, we'd like that.
I don't know what
we'd have done
if it wasn't for you fellas.
They even took
my gun away from me.
Where were you headed,
anyway?
Well, we didn't have
no particular place
in mind to alight.
I just thought
it would be better
for Carrie out West.
It's kind of
hard on her
in Baltimore not
being able to play
with the other
kids.
Hey, wait a minute.
( whimpering )
She wandered into camp
last night.
Thought she might belong to you.
( growling, barking )
Now, whatever gave
your idiot mind
the idea that dog
might belong to...
( whimpering )
( poignant theme playing )
( mouths ):
Oh, thanks.
Well, that's...sure nice
of you.
Oh. Come on,
honey.
It's time to get
a little rest.
Oh-ho.
Carrie's had a little
too much excitement
for one day.
Yeah, well,
I'll tell you,
you can, uh,
let her rest in
the supply wagon there.
Oh, thank you,
sir.
( sedate theme playing )
( dog growls )
( whimpers )
Now, you stay here.
Understand?
You stay here and--
And...go to sleep.
( whimpering )
I'll be back.
I don't know. When Mushy
gave her that dog,
she looked like
she wanted to try to
say something.
Yeah.
( tense theme playing )
( whimpering )
( ominous theme playing )
I don't know
who they were,
but they sure
ain't the ones
we're after.
One more day, and they'd
have got away with it.
Trail
over there.
( ominous theme playing )
( barking )
Uh...come on out,
sweetheart.
Come on.
Pretty soon
I'm gonna fix you
the best supper
you ever ate.
Come on now.
( grunts )
Come on now.
Come on.
That's it. Oh.
( rips )
Oh.
I'm gettin' clumsier
every day.
Well, I'll--
I'll tell you what.
Now, you get
right back up in there
and take it off,
and I'll sew it up
in a jiffy.
Now, uh...
you can wrap yourself
in one of them blankets
while I'm doin' it.
Come on. Up.
( groans ):
Up you go.
There you are.
Now, hand it
out to me
when you
get it off.
I'll just have to
fix it up.
Carrie all right?
Oh, she's fine.
I'm...
just gonna sew up
a little rip
in her skirt for her.
Oh, how did
that happen?
Oh, well, it wasn't
her fault.
Look.
Thanks, Carrie.
Well, I'll
come back
and get her when
you're finished.
( playful theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
Well, maybe
she's got a sister.
Did you talk to
Porter about this?
No, I thought
I'd better
show it
to you first.
Seems kind of
strange to me,
a father not knowing
his own daughter's name.
The whole thing
seems
kind of strange.
I never seen a kid
act like that before.
Well, we told you
about her.
Well, I know what
you told me.
But it still seems
strange.
She acts more like
she was
in a kind of a daze.
Hi.
All fixed.
Well, thanks, Wishbone.
Oh, I've been
meaning to ask you.
I want to
pay our way.
Would $2 a day
pay for our keep?
Oh, no, that's
all right.
You're not causin' us
anything--
Uh...
t'ain't like
raisin' a family
back East, where
you gotta pay
for your own
beef.
Ha.
Sure ain't.
You got other
children?
No. Just Carrie.
Ah.
Nice name, Carrie.
It was her mother's
name.
Oh.
I'd still like it
if I could
pay my way.
Heh.
Forget it.
Well, I'm much
obliged.
( mysterious theme playing )
( playing slowly )
( humming "I Dream of Jeannie
with The Light Brown Hair" )
( whimpering )
( Pete continues
humming )
Go ahead and sing it,
Pete.
( humming )
♪ I dream of
Jeannie ♪
♪ With the light
Brown hair ♪
♪ Borne, like a vapor ♪
♪ On the summer air ♪
♪ I see her tripping ♪
♪ Where the bright
Streams play ♪
♪ Happy as the daisies ♪
♪ That dance on her way ♪
♪ Many were
The wild notes ♪
♪ Her merry voice
Would pour ♪
♪ Many were
The blithe birds ♪
♪ That warbled
Them o'er ♪
♪ I dream of Jeannie ♪
♪ With the light
Brown hair ♪
♪ Floating
Like a vapor ♪
♪ On the soft
Summer air ♪
♪ I sigh for Jeannie ♪
♪ But her light form
Strayed ♪
♪ Far from
The fond hearts ♪
♪ 'Round her
Native glade ♪
♪ Her smiles have vanished ♪
♪ And her sweet songs flown ♪
♪ Flitting like the dreams ♪
♪ That have cheered us
And gone ♪
♪ Now the nodding
Wildflowers ♪
♪ May wither
On the shore ♪
♪ While her gentle
Fingers ♪
♪ Will cull them
No more ♪
♪ I sigh
For Jeannie ♪
♪ With the light
Brown hair ♪
♪ Floating
Like a vapor ♪
♪ On the soft
Summer air ♪
( song ends )
Well, I guess it's
Carrie's bedtime.
( dog growling )
( dog whimpering )
That's a nice
name.
Uh, Jeanie.
Let's go,
Carrie.
( dog
whimpering )
Did you see
how she acted?
She knew
that name.
Uh...it could
have been
she just knew
the song.
Everybody
knows it.
Well, yeah.
Especially if
their name's
Jeanie.
Come to think
of it,
that...did
sort of
mean somethin'
to her.
Why don't you
just ask Porter
what this Jeanie
business is all about?
Ah, I'd like to
talk to her first,
with him out of
the way.
How you gonna
talk to her?
What good's
it gonna do?
Well...
I'll, uh...
I'll talk to her
tomorrow when we're--
Why don't you, uh--
Why don't you get him
out of the way
after we break camp.
All right.
You wouldn't be
playin' possum,
would you, kid?
( whimpering )
No, I guess
not.
( upbeat theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Hey, Mr. Porter.
We're kind of
short-handed on drag.
How about givin' us
a hand.
Sure. Be glad to.
( men yelling,
whistling )
Jeanie?
Jeanie, I'd, uh--
I'd like--
Like to
talk to you
a minute.
( whimpering )
How's the little
dog?
( poignant theme playing )
( birds chirping )
I w-- I want you to
try to understand.
Uh...
Is your name--?
Y-your name is Jeanie,
isn't it?
Try to say it after me.
T-try to say...
Jea-nie.
( mouths indistinctly )
The man with you.
The man with you.
Is that your father?
Well, uh...
I'll-- I'll talk
to you later.
( dog
whimpering )
Bye.
Any luck?
No, not yet.
Uh, do me
a favor, will you?
Don't let on
to Porter until
I find out.
Oh, uh...
and don't call her
Jeanie in--
In front of him,
will you?
( tense theme playing )
( horse snorting )
Who you got
there?
Escaped convict,
name of Simmons.
I heard about
the break.
Where did he steal
the outfit?
Well, him and another one
killed a couple of men,
changed clothes with 'em,
and left 'em for buzzard bait.
But I got there
in time
to tell
the difference.
What happened to the other one?
I'm goin' back now to
pick up his trail.
Got a pretty good start,
haven't they?
Not good
enough...
with these Indians
followin' em.
Well...
he's all yours.
( ominous theme playing )
I'll come back
for my pack horse
just as soon as we get
a bite to eat.
Right. Restaurant's
yonder.
When they catch
the other convict,
suppose he tells them
the two men are
already dead.
Now, who's
gonna believe
a ridiculous story
like that.
Even if they give him
a chance to talk.
( men whistling,
cattle mooing )
( sedate theme playing )
I'm lookin' for
the boss of this outfit.
Well, I'm in charge.
Rowdy Yates
is the name.
John Taggart.
I own the Circle T
a few miles north of here.
You, uh, takin' 'em
to market?
Yeah, Sedalia.
Could you handle
a few more?
Well...
may have
lost a few, but...
that all
depends.
On what?
The price?
Yeah. And the quality.
Mister, you don't seem
very anxious
to do business.
Well, I just don't
want to waste
your time and mine.
This way we understand
each other.
You won't be
wasting your time.
Why don't you come on over
and have a look?
Might as well.
Good.
My ranch is
less than an hour
due north of here.
Give me a couple
of hours to...
round 'em up.
( horse snorts )
( men yelling )
Who was that?
( sighs )
Just some fella
wanted to sell us
some cattle.
Well, you gonna
buy them?
Well, I don't see
any reason why
I shouldn't ride out
to his place
and check 'em over
after chow.
Hey. You want to
go along?
Sure.
I'd like to see what
a working ranch looks like.
Ah...well,
tell Wishbone we're
gonna break for chow
in an hour, huh?
( quiet, dramatic theme
playing )
What do you want him
taggin' along for?
Well, I find out
about his daughter.
Well...
time to go check
those cattle.
I'm ready.
It's all yours,
Pete.
We'll be here.
Yeah.
( poignant theme playing )
Oh, hey.
You stay here.
I'll be back
in a little while.
( grunts )
She's taken quite
a shine to you.
( dramatic theme playing )
Maybe you noticed
the other night, uh...
when Pete was singin',
your daughter
kind of...
perked up at the name
of Jeannie.
( chuckles ):
Oh.
It was the music
she likes.
She always perks up
at music.
Yeah.
Wishbone...
fixed a rip she had
in her skirt.
Sewed it up for her.
I know. That was
nice of him.
While he was doin' it,
he, uh...found
a nametag inside.
Had the name
Jeanie Porter on it.
She has a cousin
with that name.
They...give us her clothes
when she outgrows them.
Why'd you bring it up?
Just curious.
( grunts )
Come on.
( clicks )
( slow, dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Morgan.
Find your
convicts yet?
All but one.
He's with
your outfit.
You mean, you think
we're hidin'
an escaped convict?
I don't know about that.
But his trail joined yours
a while back.
Only people joined our herd
since we saw you last
was an easterner.
Fella and his daughter.
They said they'd been held up
by the same men
you're looking for.
This easterner,
what's he look like?
Man about 45, and heavyset.
Is he with you now?
No, he's
not, but--
Well, where did he go?
Well, wait a minute.
What about his daughter?
All I know is
the man we're after
is heavyset...dark-complected,
about 45.
And we followed
his tracks here.
Now, where
is he?
Well, he went with Rowdy Yates
over to the Circle T Ranch
to look for
some cattle.
Yeah, I know where that is.
Want me to ride over with you?
What for?
( slow, dramatic theme playing )
( horse snorting )
( cattle mooing )
I could use
a drink of water.
Pump's right
over there.
Well, there's
our trail boss.
He's got somebody
with 'em.
Looks like a dude.
Probably just
wants to show him
what a sharp trader
he is.
I've seen them clothes
somewhere before.
Can't place where.
I told you, you wouldn't
be wastin' your time.
How much do you
want for 'em, Taggart?
Well, now we're
gettin' somewhere.
There's no bloat
on them.
That's all good,
solid meat.
And I'll tell you,
Mr. Yates,
I know you're
a busy man.
I won't waste our time
arguin' over money.
Ten dollars a head.
Heh. Well,
I'm not that busy.
Well, let's suppose
we go on up the house
and settle it over
a drink, huh?
All right.
Did I hear
somebody say drink?
Oh, uh, Taggart, this is,
uh, Mr. Porter.
He's with me.
Howdy, Mr. Taggart.
Did you say Porter?
Yeah.
Well, that's right.
Henry J. Porter.
Where are you from,
Mr. Porter?
Baltimore, Maryland.
I'm a long way from home.
Indeed you are.
By the way, Mr. Yates...
did you know there were
two escaped convicts
runnin' around loose
this part of the country.
Yeah, we ran across
the posse.
TAGGART:
They got one of 'em
last night.
I was in town when
they brought him in.
Did they...
capture him alive?
You really must be
new out here,
Mr. Porter.
Seems these convicts
killed two men,
stole their clothes.
I didn't know until now
who those two men were.
Oh, you know 'em?
One of 'em.
He was
on his way out here
to visit me.
I wondered why
he never showed up.
His name was
Henry Porter.
Is this your idea
of a joke?
What do you think?
Are you gonna stand there
and accuse me?
Are you sure about this?
Sure enough to
turn him over to the posse.
They'll know when
they see him.
We didn't kill 'em.
They were dead
when we got there.
All we did
was switch clothes
with 'em.
Somebody just
left 'em out there
for you to find,
huh?
It's the truth!
Hey.
( horse approaches )
Who is it?
Well, she'd tell you
if she could talk.
We had nothin'
to do with it.
( dramatic theme playing )
What are you
doin' here?
It's all right.
Tell 'em
the truth.
Tell 'em where
I found you.
Leave her
alone, will you?
TAGGART:
Who is this girl?
( tense theme playing )
What's this all about?
( screams )
What's--? What's
the matter, Jeanie?
He killed
my daddy.
I saw him there! I saw him!
I heard
the shot.
Take it easy.
I saw him ride by!
I saw him!
( sobs )
Never saw
this girl before
in my life.
You must be
out of your mind.
Maybe she ain't.
This is the first time
she talked
since I
found her out there.
Well, you're not gonna
pay any attention
to a child, are you?
It's true. It's true!
Never mind,
Jeanie.
We're gonna find out
about this.
ELLIS: No, you won't.
( gun cocks )
I'll just
take this.
So it is true,
huh?
Yes, it's true.
Porter was my partner.
I offered to
buy him out,
he wouldn't
accept.
So you killed him?
Just get on your horses.
Move.
How you gonna hide
any more murders, huh?
I'm not gonna
hide 'em.
As a matter
of fact,
I'll make sure
the bodies are found.
Only not here.
Now, let's go.
You mind tellin' me
how you're gonna do this.
I guess you're entitled.
The story will be
that he killed both of you
on your way here.
Then tried to
get away,
ran into us...
got shot himself
in a gunfight.
We may even collect a reward.
Well, that's fine,
but that's not gonna work.
Why won't it?
Because my men know
he doesn't carry a gun.
That's why.
He'll be found with
a gun in his hand.
They'll believe
what they see.
Yeah, well...
maybe you're right.
You've had more experience
at this than I have.
I'm sorry you're
mixed up in this, huh.
Oh, look, mister.
If you're tryin'
to work on
my conscience,
just stop it,
will you?
I don't like this
any better than you do!
But if any of you
live, I don't!
It's just
as simple as that.
Now, I may not
sleep good nights,
but I'm gonna
stay alive.
Move!
What about your friend
up there?
TAGGART:
He hasn't got
any choice either.
ROWDY:
Why doesn't he talk
for himself.
All right, let's get it
over with. Right here.
We can move 'em later.
They're callin'
the tune, Mr. Yates.
They want us to go,
we go.
( tense theme playing )
( horse snorts )
( grunting )
( cattle mooing in panic )
( gunshot )
Is he hurt bad,
Mr. Yates?
He'll be
all right.
Where did you get
the gun?
Where I always kept it.
Just in case.
( grunts )
Take it easy now.
Easy.
I'm not gonna have
trouble from you, am I?
Depends on what
you got in mind.
A clean getaway.
No help to the law.
I ain't no
law officer.
There's a price on my head.
That makes law officers
out of civilians.
Well, I guess
you're gonna
have to decide
if I'm one of 'em.
You wouldn't do that.
You're not like them.
Thanks, Carrie.
Say...
what is
your name anyway?
Jeanie.
You were right.
I'm glad you're all right, kid.
( grunts )
I never...
did care much
for kids, but...
was kind of
gettin' used to her.
Mm. Would you take care of her?
I will.
( grunts )
Maybe he's hurt
more than you think.
Ah, he's lost
a lot of blood.
He's weak.
Strong enough
to go ridin' with me?
( grunting )
Told you I ain't got much time.
Fix him up.
He's not
a bad man.
He didn't kill
my daddy.
It was those two men.
I saw them.
And he only shot
Mr. Taggart--
I got here
in time to see
what went on.
Not in time to do
anythin' about it,
but I saw it.
( sighs )
Say, Morgan,
you think the judge
will go easy on him
for, uh...what
he did for
the girl and me.
That's up to
the judge.
He might.
When all's told.
( poignant theme playing )
( sighs )
Well, Jeanie, you--
Looks like you just
got yourself
a...pretty nice
ranch.
You have any relatives
back East?
I've got an uncle
and an aunt.
They'd like to
do some ranchin'?
I think so.
We'll write 'em
and find out, huh?
( grunting )
Well,
good luck.
Thanks for saving
Mr. Rowdy's life.
Maybe I'll see you
again one day, Jeanie.
I'm sorry, Mr. Rowdy,
I didn't talk to you
all that time.
I wanted to.
Tried hard.
I couldn't.
I-- I know.
I know, Jeanie.
You'll stay with me
till we hear from my family?
Oh, well, I--
I think you better
come along with us...
until we get to the next town.
You can meet 'em there.
Then I get a chance to see
those wonderful men
who work with you.
Especially Mr. Wishbone
and Mr. Mushy.
I love Mr. Mushy.
My Bobo loves him too.
Mr. Mushy's taking
care of him right now.
Mr. Mushy's such
a wonderful man.
So gentle, brave...
and smart.
( sighs )
Oh. Oh, yeah.
Well...
I'm sure Mr. Mushy
will be
real glad
to hear that.
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Head 'em up,
and 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' ♪
( 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 )
( sedate theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Ah. Just don't have
the balance,
that's all.
Well, it ain't
nothin' to do
with the balance,
Mr. Quince.
It's how you
let it go.
Oh?
You gonna show me
how it's done, huh?
Well, nothin'
to it.
I can do it
with my eyes shut.
Any questions,
Mr. Quince?
Anything you want
to know?
Yeah.
You didn't do it
with your eyes closed.
Oh, I'm sorry,
Mr. Quince.
Mushy!
MUSHY:
Uh, yes, sir.
( sighs ):
Now, what is it
this time?
Mumblety-peg.
What did
you c--?
( exasperated sigh )
I thought
I told you
to watch that special
treat of mine.
Ah, is it
done?
Why, you empty-headed
nitwit!
What are you
trying to do?
Salt it
with dust?!
Well, you told me
to see if it's--
See it with your ears.
Listen, to see if it
stopped poppin'.
( intermittent
pops )
( popping stops )
Well-- It did just now.
All right, mumble peg.
Fill these up
as I pass 'em to you.
Now you'll see why
I'm so happy
with this stove.
You can never cook
popcorn this good
on a--
On a campfire.
( playful theme playing )
Wishbone.
Now, don't-- What's
the matter with that popcorn?
Don't it just
melt in your mouth?
Four-legged
ghost.
WISHBONE:
Looks like a stray
lamb to me.
( whimpers )
( whimpering )
( whimpering )
( barking )
You ever hear a lamb
barkin', Mr. Wishbone?
I knew I could
get him.
Dogs like me.
Only 'cause
he couldn't resist
the smell of my cookin'.
Sure is a peculiar
little thing.
( horse hooves
approach )
( sedate theme playing )
Well, I hope
you got
plenty of food
left.
What have you adopted
this time?
I ain't adopted
nothin'.
Just feedin'
the poor, stray
freak of nature.
( whimpering )
Where did he
come from?
Didn't come from
nowhere.
Standin' right
out there.
Well, what
is it?
Well, Mr. Wishbone
thinks it's a lamb.
Well, it's got
fleece, ain't it?
Ain't no lamb.
It's a dog.
One of them
French "poodle-ees."
Huh?
French "poodle-ee."
WISHBONE:
Oh, you and Mushy
seem to know everything.
Oh, I knew a fancy lady
once in New Orleans.
Had a dog just like this.
Used to lead it around
on a leather strap
right down the street.
How this one
ever got out here
all by herself,
I don't know.
Oh, excuse me,
Mr. Nolan.
By hisself.
( dog whimpering )
Well, now,
maybe you two
smart know-it-alls
can tell me
how the good Lord happened
to make 'em like this.
Just like he growed you.
Well, I'll
get your suppers,
'fore I learn somethin' more
I don't want to know.
( whimpering )
Say these dogs belong
to fancy ladies, huh?
Yeah.
Way I figure...
must be
a fancy lady
in a fancy carriage
out in front just...
eatin' her heart out
over the loss
of her pet.
Yeah, it figures.
But it don't figure
you can go off
huntin' for her.
You're in charge
here, you know.
Besides, when
she misses it,
she'll send
her fancy coachman
back to find it.
Just figurin',
that's all.
I know.
( whimpers )
Thank you,
Wish.
Coffee's
ready.
( playful theme playing )
Hey!
It's had
its fill.
Now, you picked
it up,
it's your
responsibility.
Bed it down.
Well, yes, sir,
Mr. Wishbone.
I'll make him a nest
in the supply wagon.
( whimpering )
What are we gonna
name him?
Bouillabaisse.
What's that?
Well, it's French.
What's it mean?
Well...
don't matter
what it means.
Happens to be
the best
French word I know.
Well...
( upbeat theme playing )
MAN:
Whoa.
Bobo?
Bobo.
Daddy.
What's
the matter?
Daddy, I can't
find Bobo.
He's not
in the wagon.
( clears throat )
Oh, she will
follow along.
It is the way
of a dog
to find
his master.
But suppose he's lost.
He's a very
smart dog, honey.
How many times
have you
said so yourself?
Please,
Daddy.
I think we'd
better go back
and look for him.
Mm. It's pitch dark.
We don't have to see.
We can just call him.
( inhales )
( pants ):
He's too little
to be alone in the dark.
Maybe he's
frightened, Daddy.
Now, look, honey.
He's a very
smart dog.
He can see
in the dark.
He likes the dark.
Now, he can
take care of himself.
Now, don't you
worry about Bobo.
( gasps )
What if he
meets a...
A mountain lion?
( chuckles )
That little one?
He would scare
the mountain lion
to death.
But, Daddy--
Now, Mendoza's
right, honey.
Bobo's a lot safer
out there
in the dark
than we would be.
( hopeful theme playing )
( sedate theme playing )
You never saw
your ranch before, huh?
Never even
been west.
Mr. Taggart,
my partner,
handled the whole
thing.
You mean, señor...
that eight years ago,
you gave a man $10,000...
and just now, you are
finding out
what he has
done with it?
I know what he's
done with it.
That's what I gave him
the money for.
( scoffs )
To buy a ranch...
eight years ago.
He's a friend
of mine.
He knew the country,
and...
I had the money
to finance him,
so we're partners.
Oh, I meant to
retire sooner
and come out here
to live,
but...well,
what with
one thing
or another,
the years went by.
Last year, when
my doctor said
I'd have to
take it easy,
that decided me.
So...
well...
here we are.
MENDOZA:
Just you and
the señorita.
HENRY:
Her mother died...
five years ago.
My sister helped me
bring her up.
If everything goes well,
she'll come
out west later
and join us.
Heh.
I wish you luck,
señor.
Thank you.
HENRY:
Eat you supper,
Jeanie.
We've still
quite a ways to go
when Mr. Taggart
gets here.
If you won't go with me...
I'm going to
look for Bobo myself.
Oh, you're going
to bed, young lady.
Now, I know how
you feel.
I'll tell you what.
When Mr. Taggart
gets here,
we'll ask him to spend
the night with us,
and we'll all
go look for Bobo
in the morning.
But it may be
too late, Daddy.
It's the only sensible
thing to do.
( kisses )
Good night.
( melancholy theme playing )
I always have
the feeling
that if her mother
were alive,
she'd know how
to handle things
like this.
Things like this,
nobody can handle.
No, she's a child,
and she'll get over
her sorrow.
She's a good girl.
You should be
proud of her.
( ominous theme playing )
( grunts )
It's gettin' late.
Are you sure we're
at the right place?
Your partner said
he will meet you
at the Devil's Ten Pins.
( horse hooves
approach )
( tense theme playing )
Hello, John.
I'm mighty glad
to see you.
Been a long
time, Henry.
Eight years.
You don't look
a day older.
That's Jim Ellis.
He's my foreman.
HENRY:
Glad to know you, Jim.
This is Carlos
Mendoza.
He brought me
here.
Mucho gusto,
señor.
Tell me, John...
how's the ranch?
It's fine.
Fine.
I can't wait
to see it.
Are you serious
about moving there
for good?
( chuckles )
You don't think I came
all the way out here
just for a visit,
do you?
Not your kind
of country, Henry.
Oh, I'll get
used to it.
I'm not too old
to learn.
Maybe not.
I am.
I don't understand
what you mean by that, John.
I mean, it's not big enough
for two bosses.
But we're partners.
All right. You got
a $10,000 equity in it.
I brought the money along
to buy you out
for double that amount.
What's got
into you, John?
Listen, Henry.
I worked that ranch
for eight years
all by myself.
Just me.
I built it up
from scratch.
With my money.
What I put into it
can't be measured
by dollars.
Plain fact is,
I can't share
command with anybody.
I'm not built that way.
It's a little late to be
decidin' that, ain't it?
I never thought
you'd come out here.
I was gonna
send you the money.
You've had eight years
to do it.
I'm doing it now!
There's $20,000.
Now you're not
losing by that.
Suppose I refuse to sell.
I've got lots of friends
out here, Henry.
I could force you to sell.
And it won't be
as good a deal.
In other words,
this is an ultimatum.
You can call it
what you want.
And you're waitin'
for my answer?
I'm waiting.
Well, here it is!
( tense theme playing )
( horses whinnying )
Well, set fire
to the wagon.
It'll look like
the Indians did it.
( tense theme playing )
( small gasp )
( eerie theme playing )
( screams )
( sedate theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
( men whistling )
( snorts )
Who's the boss?
Well, uh, boss is up ahead
buyin' a right-of-way
through this territory.
But I'm in charge.
Can I help you?
I'm Jim Morgan.
Prison guard over at Leestown.
We're lookin' for some
escaped convicts.
Is he one?
There's two more
that's still out.
They split up
at the Cooley River.
This one went
upstream.
The other two
built a raft
and got away
downstream.
Now, they're somewhere
in this area.
Oh, how do you
know that?
When these boys are sure,
I am.
Well...
( exhales )
...we haven't seen anybody,
have we, Pete?
Nothin' but them wagon tracks
we saw yesterday, remember?
Where were
they headin'?
They're headin'
northwest.
I picked 'em up
about ten miles back.
I'll check 'em.
Ah-- Well, we'll...
keep a good eye out for 'em.
Anything else we can do for you?
Just remember, they're lifers.
If you happen to
run across 'em,
don't waste time
askin' questions.
Heh. I'll try to
remember that.
Ho.
Who are them fellas
there?
Uh, drifters
probably.
Lookin' for
a handout.
If I had a dollar
for every saddle bum
I've fed...
Looks like
one of 'em already
ate your cookin',
Mr. Wishbone.
The last one.
( playful theme playing )
Off the wagon.
It was only a joke.
Anybody makes jokes
about my cookin',
I do it.
Off of the wagon.
I thought
you had
a sense of humor.
I do.
I'm gonna be laughin'
the whole time
I'm watchin' you walk.
Probably laugh
so hard,
I'll bust
my britches.
( laughs )
Giddap.
( whimpering )
Yeah, I guess
if I'm gonna walk,
you're gonna walk.
( whimpering )
( grim theme playing )
( rock scuffed )
( tense theme playing )
Renegade
Indians?
Yeah, must have
been.
Now, leave me
some.
It's the first time
I ever liked Indians.
Let's see how good
their clothes fit.
I'll take
the Mexican.
The other seems to be
more your size.
We ought to
burn these.
Use your head.
We switch
with 'em.
Once they're found
in these outfits,
they quit
lookin' for us.
That ain't gonna
fool nobody.
They know I ain't
no Mexican.
( birds cawing )
By the time
anybody finds 'em,
they won't know
what they were.
( tense theme playing )
"Henry J. Porter.
Baltimore, Maryland."
Well, money.
Horses.
Civilian clothes.
This is our lucky day.
( birds cawing )
Nobody's gonna
catch us now.
Not now or ever.
So long, amigos.
Hey!
What's that?
( tense theme playing )
It's a kid!
Now, take it
easy, kid.
Nobody's gonna
hurt you.
Listen, you calm
down.
I'm not gonna go
chasin' you
all over
the desert.
Where did she
come from?
The Indians must have
missed her.
What's your name?
Why, answer me, girl.
You Porter's daughter?
Now, kid.
Don't get smart
with us.
Somethin' wrong
with her.
Fire your gun. I want
to see if she can hear.
Oh, she can hear,
all right.
She can't talk.
( gasping )
Now, we'll see
how bright she is.
Look...
you nod your head
if you understand
what I'm saying.
Can you talk at all?
Poor kid. She's not
all there.
We won't be either, if we
hang around here much longer.
Come on, let's
get going.
We can't leave
her here.
Are you crazy?
We can't make any time
with a kid along.
Just the same
she goes with us.
Not me.
Suit yourself.
You're as nutty as she is.
( slow, melancholy
theme playing )
Now, maybe
he's right.
On the other hand,
maybe he's the dumb one.
Look, kid...
You and me...
we're gonna help
each other, huh?
All right.
Here we go.
Your leg.
( grunts )
Howdy, mister.
Hello.
We'd just about
given up the hope
of meetin'
anybody.
What are you two
doin' out here?
Tryin' to
stay alive.
Sure could use
some water.
Oh, I got some.
Ah.
Drink up, honey.
Everything's
gonna be all right.
( water sloshes )
The herd's back a few miles.
Uh, we can take care
of you there,
if you can make it all right.
Just...give us
a minute
to let this
slide down.
Take your time.
Ah.
If anybody had
ever told me
in Baltimore
I had to see the day
when a swallow
of water was
the most important
thing in the world, I--
I'd have sure
given 'em an argument.
Baltimore, huh?
You're a long ways from home.
You've got a place
where my little girl could...
rest, I'd appreciate
goin' there now
'fore I start answerin'
the questions
I figure you're
gettin' ready to ask.
All right.
Want her to
ride with me?
Oh, that's nice
of you, mister,
but...she better
stay with me.
She's not quite
up to strangers.
Oh, well, uh...
we'll take it easy.
( dramatic theme playing )
( sedate theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
We just made camp
for the night,
when these two
convicts come along.
There wasn't a thing
I could do about it.
First, they was
gonna kill us.
And then the big one
decided
to let us take a horse
and be on our way.
I...guess it was
Carrie here made him
change his mind.
Uh...
your daughter looks like
she could stand
some sleep, you know?
Well, it ain't so much
that she's tired.
Carrie's...
never been like
other children.
She don't talk.
She--
Well,
she's just
not like other
children.
You mean, she don't
talk at all?
None.
Oh, well, never you mind.
We'll take good care
of you, honey.
Now...let me
get you
somethin' to eat.
Well, it--
It takes her time
to get used to people.
Well...
that's the way
it is.
Uh, well...
Well, maybe you
and the girl
ought to come along
with us
until we've reach
Dennon.
Oh, we'd like that.
I don't know what
we'd have done
if it wasn't for you fellas.
They even took
my gun away from me.
Where were you headed,
anyway?
Well, we didn't have
no particular place
in mind to alight.
I just thought
it would be better
for Carrie out West.
It's kind of
hard on her
in Baltimore not
being able to play
with the other
kids.
Hey, wait a minute.
( whimpering )
She wandered into camp
last night.
Thought she might belong to you.
( growling, barking )
Now, whatever gave
your idiot mind
the idea that dog
might belong to...
( whimpering )
( poignant theme playing )
( mouths ):
Oh, thanks.
Well, that's...sure nice
of you.
Oh. Come on,
honey.
It's time to get
a little rest.
Oh-ho.
Carrie's had a little
too much excitement
for one day.
Yeah, well,
I'll tell you,
you can, uh,
let her rest in
the supply wagon there.
Oh, thank you,
sir.
( sedate theme playing )
( dog growls )
( whimpers )
Now, you stay here.
Understand?
You stay here and--
And...go to sleep.
( whimpering )
I'll be back.
I don't know. When Mushy
gave her that dog,
she looked like
she wanted to try to
say something.
Yeah.
( tense theme playing )
( whimpering )
( ominous theme playing )
I don't know
who they were,
but they sure
ain't the ones
we're after.
One more day, and they'd
have got away with it.
Trail
over there.
( ominous theme playing )
( barking )
Uh...come on out,
sweetheart.
Come on.
Pretty soon
I'm gonna fix you
the best supper
you ever ate.
Come on now.
( grunts )
Come on now.
Come on.
That's it. Oh.
( rips )
Oh.
I'm gettin' clumsier
every day.
Well, I'll--
I'll tell you what.
Now, you get
right back up in there
and take it off,
and I'll sew it up
in a jiffy.
Now, uh...
you can wrap yourself
in one of them blankets
while I'm doin' it.
Come on. Up.
( groans ):
Up you go.
There you are.
Now, hand it
out to me
when you
get it off.
I'll just have to
fix it up.
Carrie all right?
Oh, she's fine.
I'm...
just gonna sew up
a little rip
in her skirt for her.
Oh, how did
that happen?
Oh, well, it wasn't
her fault.
Look.
Thanks, Carrie.
Well, I'll
come back
and get her when
you're finished.
( playful theme playing )
( tense theme playing )
Well, maybe
she's got a sister.
Did you talk to
Porter about this?
No, I thought
I'd better
show it
to you first.
Seems kind of
strange to me,
a father not knowing
his own daughter's name.
The whole thing
seems
kind of strange.
I never seen a kid
act like that before.
Well, we told you
about her.
Well, I know what
you told me.
But it still seems
strange.
She acts more like
she was
in a kind of a daze.
Hi.
All fixed.
Well, thanks, Wishbone.
Oh, I've been
meaning to ask you.
I want to
pay our way.
Would $2 a day
pay for our keep?
Oh, no, that's
all right.
You're not causin' us
anything--
Uh...
t'ain't like
raisin' a family
back East, where
you gotta pay
for your own
beef.
Ha.
Sure ain't.
You got other
children?
No. Just Carrie.
Ah.
Nice name, Carrie.
It was her mother's
name.
Oh.
I'd still like it
if I could
pay my way.
Heh.
Forget it.
Well, I'm much
obliged.
( mysterious theme playing )
( playing slowly )
( humming "I Dream of Jeannie
with The Light Brown Hair" )
( whimpering )
( Pete continues
humming )
Go ahead and sing it,
Pete.
( humming )
♪ I dream of
Jeannie ♪
♪ With the light
Brown hair ♪
♪ Borne, like a vapor ♪
♪ On the summer air ♪
♪ I see her tripping ♪
♪ Where the bright
Streams play ♪
♪ Happy as the daisies ♪
♪ That dance on her way ♪
♪ Many were
The wild notes ♪
♪ Her merry voice
Would pour ♪
♪ Many were
The blithe birds ♪
♪ That warbled
Them o'er ♪
♪ I dream of Jeannie ♪
♪ With the light
Brown hair ♪
♪ Floating
Like a vapor ♪
♪ On the soft
Summer air ♪
♪ I sigh for Jeannie ♪
♪ But her light form
Strayed ♪
♪ Far from
The fond hearts ♪
♪ 'Round her
Native glade ♪
♪ Her smiles have vanished ♪
♪ And her sweet songs flown ♪
♪ Flitting like the dreams ♪
♪ That have cheered us
And gone ♪
♪ Now the nodding
Wildflowers ♪
♪ May wither
On the shore ♪
♪ While her gentle
Fingers ♪
♪ Will cull them
No more ♪
♪ I sigh
For Jeannie ♪
♪ With the light
Brown hair ♪
♪ Floating
Like a vapor ♪
♪ On the soft
Summer air ♪
( song ends )
Well, I guess it's
Carrie's bedtime.
( dog growling )
( dog whimpering )
That's a nice
name.
Uh, Jeanie.
Let's go,
Carrie.
( dog
whimpering )
Did you see
how she acted?
She knew
that name.
Uh...it could
have been
she just knew
the song.
Everybody
knows it.
Well, yeah.
Especially if
their name's
Jeanie.
Come to think
of it,
that...did
sort of
mean somethin'
to her.
Why don't you
just ask Porter
what this Jeanie
business is all about?
Ah, I'd like to
talk to her first,
with him out of
the way.
How you gonna
talk to her?
What good's
it gonna do?
Well...
I'll, uh...
I'll talk to her
tomorrow when we're--
Why don't you, uh--
Why don't you get him
out of the way
after we break camp.
All right.
You wouldn't be
playin' possum,
would you, kid?
( whimpering )
No, I guess
not.
( upbeat theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Hey, Mr. Porter.
We're kind of
short-handed on drag.
How about givin' us
a hand.
Sure. Be glad to.
( men yelling,
whistling )
Jeanie?
Jeanie, I'd, uh--
I'd like--
Like to
talk to you
a minute.
( whimpering )
How's the little
dog?
( poignant theme playing )
( birds chirping )
I w-- I want you to
try to understand.
Uh...
Is your name--?
Y-your name is Jeanie,
isn't it?
Try to say it after me.
T-try to say...
Jea-nie.
( mouths indistinctly )
The man with you.
The man with you.
Is that your father?
Well, uh...
I'll-- I'll talk
to you later.
( dog
whimpering )
Bye.
Any luck?
No, not yet.
Uh, do me
a favor, will you?
Don't let on
to Porter until
I find out.
Oh, uh...
and don't call her
Jeanie in--
In front of him,
will you?
( tense theme playing )
( horse snorting )
Who you got
there?
Escaped convict,
name of Simmons.
I heard about
the break.
Where did he steal
the outfit?
Well, him and another one
killed a couple of men,
changed clothes with 'em,
and left 'em for buzzard bait.
But I got there
in time
to tell
the difference.
What happened to the other one?
I'm goin' back now to
pick up his trail.
Got a pretty good start,
haven't they?
Not good
enough...
with these Indians
followin' em.
Well...
he's all yours.
( ominous theme playing )
I'll come back
for my pack horse
just as soon as we get
a bite to eat.
Right. Restaurant's
yonder.
When they catch
the other convict,
suppose he tells them
the two men are
already dead.
Now, who's
gonna believe
a ridiculous story
like that.
Even if they give him
a chance to talk.
( men whistling,
cattle mooing )
( sedate theme playing )
I'm lookin' for
the boss of this outfit.
Well, I'm in charge.
Rowdy Yates
is the name.
John Taggart.
I own the Circle T
a few miles north of here.
You, uh, takin' 'em
to market?
Yeah, Sedalia.
Could you handle
a few more?
Well...
may have
lost a few, but...
that all
depends.
On what?
The price?
Yeah. And the quality.
Mister, you don't seem
very anxious
to do business.
Well, I just don't
want to waste
your time and mine.
This way we understand
each other.
You won't be
wasting your time.
Why don't you come on over
and have a look?
Might as well.
Good.
My ranch is
less than an hour
due north of here.
Give me a couple
of hours to...
round 'em up.
( horse snorts )
( men yelling )
Who was that?
( sighs )
Just some fella
wanted to sell us
some cattle.
Well, you gonna
buy them?
Well, I don't see
any reason why
I shouldn't ride out
to his place
and check 'em over
after chow.
Hey. You want to
go along?
Sure.
I'd like to see what
a working ranch looks like.
Ah...well,
tell Wishbone we're
gonna break for chow
in an hour, huh?
( quiet, dramatic theme
playing )
What do you want him
taggin' along for?
Well, I find out
about his daughter.
Well...
time to go check
those cattle.
I'm ready.
It's all yours,
Pete.
We'll be here.
Yeah.
( poignant theme playing )
Oh, hey.
You stay here.
I'll be back
in a little while.
( grunts )
She's taken quite
a shine to you.
( dramatic theme playing )
Maybe you noticed
the other night, uh...
when Pete was singin',
your daughter
kind of...
perked up at the name
of Jeannie.
( chuckles ):
Oh.
It was the music
she likes.
She always perks up
at music.
Yeah.
Wishbone...
fixed a rip she had
in her skirt.
Sewed it up for her.
I know. That was
nice of him.
While he was doin' it,
he, uh...found
a nametag inside.
Had the name
Jeanie Porter on it.
She has a cousin
with that name.
They...give us her clothes
when she outgrows them.
Why'd you bring it up?
Just curious.
( grunts )
Come on.
( clicks )
( slow, dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Morgan.
Find your
convicts yet?
All but one.
He's with
your outfit.
You mean, you think
we're hidin'
an escaped convict?
I don't know about that.
But his trail joined yours
a while back.
Only people joined our herd
since we saw you last
was an easterner.
Fella and his daughter.
They said they'd been held up
by the same men
you're looking for.
This easterner,
what's he look like?
Man about 45, and heavyset.
Is he with you now?
No, he's
not, but--
Well, where did he go?
Well, wait a minute.
What about his daughter?
All I know is
the man we're after
is heavyset...dark-complected,
about 45.
And we followed
his tracks here.
Now, where
is he?
Well, he went with Rowdy Yates
over to the Circle T Ranch
to look for
some cattle.
Yeah, I know where that is.
Want me to ride over with you?
What for?
( slow, dramatic theme playing )
( horse snorting )
( cattle mooing )
I could use
a drink of water.
Pump's right
over there.
Well, there's
our trail boss.
He's got somebody
with 'em.
Looks like a dude.
Probably just
wants to show him
what a sharp trader
he is.
I've seen them clothes
somewhere before.
Can't place where.
I told you, you wouldn't
be wastin' your time.
How much do you
want for 'em, Taggart?
Well, now we're
gettin' somewhere.
There's no bloat
on them.
That's all good,
solid meat.
And I'll tell you,
Mr. Yates,
I know you're
a busy man.
I won't waste our time
arguin' over money.
Ten dollars a head.
Heh. Well,
I'm not that busy.
Well, let's suppose
we go on up the house
and settle it over
a drink, huh?
All right.
Did I hear
somebody say drink?
Oh, uh, Taggart, this is,
uh, Mr. Porter.
He's with me.
Howdy, Mr. Taggart.
Did you say Porter?
Yeah.
Well, that's right.
Henry J. Porter.
Where are you from,
Mr. Porter?
Baltimore, Maryland.
I'm a long way from home.
Indeed you are.
By the way, Mr. Yates...
did you know there were
two escaped convicts
runnin' around loose
this part of the country.
Yeah, we ran across
the posse.
TAGGART:
They got one of 'em
last night.
I was in town when
they brought him in.
Did they...
capture him alive?
You really must be
new out here,
Mr. Porter.
Seems these convicts
killed two men,
stole their clothes.
I didn't know until now
who those two men were.
Oh, you know 'em?
One of 'em.
He was
on his way out here
to visit me.
I wondered why
he never showed up.
His name was
Henry Porter.
Is this your idea
of a joke?
What do you think?
Are you gonna stand there
and accuse me?
Are you sure about this?
Sure enough to
turn him over to the posse.
They'll know when
they see him.
We didn't kill 'em.
They were dead
when we got there.
All we did
was switch clothes
with 'em.
Somebody just
left 'em out there
for you to find,
huh?
It's the truth!
Hey.
( horse approaches )
Who is it?
Well, she'd tell you
if she could talk.
We had nothin'
to do with it.
( dramatic theme playing )
What are you
doin' here?
It's all right.
Tell 'em
the truth.
Tell 'em where
I found you.
Leave her
alone, will you?
TAGGART:
Who is this girl?
( tense theme playing )
What's this all about?
( screams )
What's--? What's
the matter, Jeanie?
He killed
my daddy.
I saw him there! I saw him!
I heard
the shot.
Take it easy.
I saw him ride by!
I saw him!
( sobs )
Never saw
this girl before
in my life.
You must be
out of your mind.
Maybe she ain't.
This is the first time
she talked
since I
found her out there.
Well, you're not gonna
pay any attention
to a child, are you?
It's true. It's true!
Never mind,
Jeanie.
We're gonna find out
about this.
ELLIS: No, you won't.
( gun cocks )
I'll just
take this.
So it is true,
huh?
Yes, it's true.
Porter was my partner.
I offered to
buy him out,
he wouldn't
accept.
So you killed him?
Just get on your horses.
Move.
How you gonna hide
any more murders, huh?
I'm not gonna
hide 'em.
As a matter
of fact,
I'll make sure
the bodies are found.
Only not here.
Now, let's go.
You mind tellin' me
how you're gonna do this.
I guess you're entitled.
The story will be
that he killed both of you
on your way here.
Then tried to
get away,
ran into us...
got shot himself
in a gunfight.
We may even collect a reward.
Well, that's fine,
but that's not gonna work.
Why won't it?
Because my men know
he doesn't carry a gun.
That's why.
He'll be found with
a gun in his hand.
They'll believe
what they see.
Yeah, well...
maybe you're right.
You've had more experience
at this than I have.
I'm sorry you're
mixed up in this, huh.
Oh, look, mister.
If you're tryin'
to work on
my conscience,
just stop it,
will you?
I don't like this
any better than you do!
But if any of you
live, I don't!
It's just
as simple as that.
Now, I may not
sleep good nights,
but I'm gonna
stay alive.
Move!
What about your friend
up there?
TAGGART:
He hasn't got
any choice either.
ROWDY:
Why doesn't he talk
for himself.
All right, let's get it
over with. Right here.
We can move 'em later.
They're callin'
the tune, Mr. Yates.
They want us to go,
we go.
( tense theme playing )
( horse snorts )
( grunting )
( cattle mooing in panic )
( gunshot )
Is he hurt bad,
Mr. Yates?
He'll be
all right.
Where did you get
the gun?
Where I always kept it.
Just in case.
( grunts )
Take it easy now.
Easy.
I'm not gonna have
trouble from you, am I?
Depends on what
you got in mind.
A clean getaway.
No help to the law.
I ain't no
law officer.
There's a price on my head.
That makes law officers
out of civilians.
Well, I guess
you're gonna
have to decide
if I'm one of 'em.
You wouldn't do that.
You're not like them.
Thanks, Carrie.
Say...
what is
your name anyway?
Jeanie.
You were right.
I'm glad you're all right, kid.
( grunts )
I never...
did care much
for kids, but...
was kind of
gettin' used to her.
Mm. Would you take care of her?
I will.
( grunts )
Maybe he's hurt
more than you think.
Ah, he's lost
a lot of blood.
He's weak.
Strong enough
to go ridin' with me?
( grunting )
Told you I ain't got much time.
Fix him up.
He's not
a bad man.
He didn't kill
my daddy.
It was those two men.
I saw them.
And he only shot
Mr. Taggart--
I got here
in time to see
what went on.
Not in time to do
anythin' about it,
but I saw it.
( sighs )
Say, Morgan,
you think the judge
will go easy on him
for, uh...what
he did for
the girl and me.
That's up to
the judge.
He might.
When all's told.
( poignant theme playing )
( sighs )
Well, Jeanie, you--
Looks like you just
got yourself
a...pretty nice
ranch.
You have any relatives
back East?
I've got an uncle
and an aunt.
They'd like to
do some ranchin'?
I think so.
We'll write 'em
and find out, huh?
( grunting )
Well,
good luck.
Thanks for saving
Mr. Rowdy's life.
Maybe I'll see you
again one day, Jeanie.
I'm sorry, Mr. Rowdy,
I didn't talk to you
all that time.
I wanted to.
Tried hard.
I couldn't.
I-- I know.
I know, Jeanie.
You'll stay with me
till we hear from my family?
Oh, well, I--
I think you better
come along with us...
until we get to the next town.
You can meet 'em there.
Then I get a chance to see
those wonderful men
who work with you.
Especially Mr. Wishbone
and Mr. Mushy.
I love Mr. Mushy.
My Bobo loves him too.
Mr. Mushy's taking
care of him right now.
Mr. Mushy's such
a wonderful man.
So gentle, brave...
and smart.
( sighs )
Oh. Oh, yeah.
Well...
I'm sure Mr. Mushy
will be
real glad
to hear that.
( dramatic theme playing )
( cattle mooing )
Head 'em up,
and 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' ♪