Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 2, Episode 4 - Incident of the Shambling Man - full transcript

When a delusional old man attacks the passing drovers, his daughter-in-law enlists Gil & Rowdy's help with the powerful ex-boxing champ. The Marshal who made the town safe, is now drunk on his own power, enforcing petty rules to keep the tiniest semblance of trouble out of his jurisdiction. Factoring heavily into the situation is that the daughter-in-law is exquisite and widowed.

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 )

( dramatic theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

( men yelling, whistling )

FAVOR:
Cows are senseless,
stupid beasts.

They go halfway
across a continent

just to be slaughtered.

The trouble is, nobody ever
trained them to go alone.

It takes men to push
your herd north.

Men, and time.
and sometimes pain.

That's where I come in.

I'm one of the men.

Gil Favor, trail boss.

( cattle mooing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( crowd cheering )

( crowd cheering )

What're you doing
out here, old man?

Who are you?
Did you hear 'em?

Huh?

Oh. Oh.

Drovers, they always
yell like that.

The cattle get used to it.
Keeps 'em from hearin' things

they're not-- Uh!

( crowd cheering )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( crowd cheering )

( crowd cheering, screaming )

( cheering stops )

( grunts )

That old
jasper's crazy.

I don't see
any papers on him.

Here's a photograph.

What
happened?

He tried to
kill me.

Well, what for?

Well, how would I know?

Pete. It's about time to
bed down the herd anyway.

We'll find out who he is
when he comes around.

That is if he can
tell us.

Jim, Joe, let's
put 'em to bed.

Hey, boss.

What have you done?

We were just protecting
ourselves, miss.

And it took
some doing at that.

Harry?

Harry?

He'll come around,
all right.

I'm sorry I had to
bat him with a gun,

but...he didn't
leave us much choice.

Well, I'll answer
for anything he did,

any damage he caused.

We took this off
of him.

Oh, that's my husband,
Mr. Wittman's son.

I'm Rose
Wittman.

Mrs. Wittman.

My name's Favor.

How do you do?

I live at a ranch about
a mile east from here.

If you can help get Harry into
the buggy, I think we'll be able

to make it home
without any trouble--

Why don't you just rest
here a while first.

I'll have one of the men
ride over

and let your husband know
what's happened.

My husband passed away
six months ago.

Oh. Sorry.

Maybe I could ride back
to your ranch

and bring back
one of your hands.

Well, Mr. Wittman and I
live alone now.

Oh, I'd better go
with you myself then.

Oh. No, there's
no need for that.

Mr. Wittman isn't always
as violent as you just saw him.

When his mind
is clear,

he's one of the gentlest
people on earth.

Phew.

He sure comes close to
being one of the strongest.

( chuckles )
He was the strongest once.

When he was a young man
in the ring.

So that's what he was doing.
Boxing, huh?

He was a champion
of England and Ireland.

Sometimes, when he hears
something that reminds him

of the day he was beaten,
he loses control.

I think maybe
the shouting

of your riders.

Feeling all right?

Harry?

Harry, this is
Mr. Favor and--

Rowdy Yates.

They're friends
of mine, Harry.

( pants )

( suspenseful theme playing )

I don't think Mr. Wittman
is quite himself yet.

I wonder, might I take you up
on that offer after all?

Certainly, Mrs. Wittman.

Rowdy, you let the men know
I'll be gone for a while.

And then you
follow on after us.

Right.

( mellow theme playing )

( grunts )

All this way
and not a word.

Oh, blame the silence on me,
Mr. Favor, not Harry.

FAVOR:
No blame due anybody.

Figg was the first champion.

Then came Pipes, then Gretting,
then Broughton.

That right?

Aye.

And I broke Tom Hyer's jaw
in the 30th round.

Boston, 1846.

You know...

he was
a very good man.

I promised to meet him
again.

And, uh, of course,
you know,

I've gotta soak these knuckles
a little more.

He sees they're
not ready yet.

Did Hyer send you to me?

Yes. Yes.

Oh. Yeah, it's his jaw.

See, he needs more time
for it to heal.

Now, don't lie
to him.

I-I don't want him
to feel small or beggarly.

Just tell him...

that I'm not
ready either.

Here's John's picture,
Harry.

It fell out of your pocket.

If you're going back
into training,

you'll need your sleep.

( sighs )

There's a son
to be proud of.

Little small
for bare-knuckle fighting,

but...a fine heart.

A good brain.

Aye.

You're breaking training,
Harry.

Yeah. Oh, yeah.

I'm sorry, gentlemen, for saying
good night so early, but...

if you go to the prize ring,
you'll understand.

Oh, we understand.

Harry sleeps
in the barn.

He loves the smell
of the hay.

Mrs. Wittman, I...know
it's none of my business, but...

shouldn't you have a couple
of hired hands around?

In case...
anything happened.

It isn't that easy to find
someone you can trust nowadays.

Well, our trail map says

we're close to a town
named Rock Point.

Don't you have any friends in
there you could have come out?

I don't get into
Rock Point very often.

My husband and I moved here
just a month before he died.

We never had a chance
to make many friends.

Aren't you worried
about your safety?

Oh...nothing will
happen to me.

You'll stay for supper.

I have
a stewing chicken.

It'd sure be a relief
from Wishbone's stew,

but, uh...we got
work to do.

Oh, I-- I'm sorry.

Well, thanks for...
putting yourself

to all that trouble
on my account.

No trouble.

We'll, uh, tie up
your team before we leave.

Thank you.

( mellow theme playing )

( whispering ):
Harry.

Harry.

You can't beat 'em if
you're afraid, Harry.

You're afraid,
Harry.

Get on your feet
and fight.

Coward.

Get up, coward.

Get up, coward.

( knocks )

( crowd cheering, screaming )

No.
No, Harry.

( screaming ):
Mr. Favor! Harry, no!

No, Harry!

No, Harry. No.

Harry, please, no!

Mr. Favor!

No. Harry!

Mr. Favor!

No! No, no,
don't hurt him.

He doesn't know
what he is doing.

Get some water on him.
Get some water.

( cheering stops )

Where am I?

It's all right now,
Harry.

But I was in the barn.

How did I get here?

You were walking
in your sleep.

You fell against
the rain barrel.

Oh.

Now you go in the house
and get some towels.

Dry yourself off before
you catch your death.

Yeah. All right.

( mellow theme playing )

You could be beaten to death
at any time, couldn't you?

I just went in to see
if he was comfortable.

Second time
in an hour

we've seen him
like that.

Well, it comes
and it goes.

Nobody would believe it
unless they'd seen him

in one of his spells.

Mrs. Wittman, what are you
gonna do about this?

I don't know.

My husband used to say
if he got any worse,

we should commit him to
a territorial asylum but--

You know, it's strange.

There's been a federal judge
holding court here in town

for the last week.

I've felt like taking
Harry to him

and having the judge
commit him, but...

I backed away from it.

Judge gone yet?

No, he'll be there
until tomorrow afternoon.

Well, it isn't a very
easy decision to make.

Well, it better become
easy to decide,

and real quick too.

Well, everybody
in town likes Harry.

I wouldn't have
any witnesses.

You've got two witnesses
right here.

The herd could get along
without us for a day anyway.

Yeah. And there's
that, uh,

stewin' chicken that
you were talking about.

( chuckles )

Yeah, Rowdy and I can
sleep in the barn,

go into town with you
first thing in the morning.

Well, uh--

I-it'll be better--
It'll be better for him.

You know, I'd almost
forgotten that luxury.

What luxury,
Mrs. Wittman?

Having a man make up
my mind for me again.

( mellow theme playing )

FAVOR:
Nice behaved town.

Folks usually make a carnival
out of court week.

( suspenseful theme playing )

No carnival
there.

Few months ago the town
elected a new marshal.

He's a fire-
and-brimstone man.

It was his intention to
make this town spotless.

He do seem to be a man
of his word.

Well, look who's
come to town.

Hey, now.

The only real woman
in Rock Point.

That's what them who knew her
up in Abilene say.

We had us a few beauts like
that down at the Keg House...

before your brother started
scrubbing this town.

You shut up
about him.

I'll shut up, but if it wasn't
for Marshal Thompson,

we'd have us a town...

instead of
a graveyard.

I thought the marshal
had run her out of town.

Not that one.

She's too brazen to run.

Just so you'll know,
I worked

in the Crystal Palace Saloon
in Abilene.

I warned my husband
how people would feel.

I'm sorry, Harry.

We don't need these outsiders
to help us, Rose.

Let me stay.

Everything will be
all right. You'll see.

The judge has a reputation for
being a very smart man, Harry.

We'll let him
decide.

I used to see a lot more
of you in Abilene, Rose.

Get your hands
off me.

MAN:
Since when
you been so fussy?

( groans )

All right. Break it up,
break it up.

You're under arrest,
mister.

For what?
For starting a roughhouse.

A what?!

There'll be a fine.
Five dollars.

It's worth it.

Give that to the clerk.

See that you
get a receipt.

Oh, Rose.

These two saddle tramps
working for you?

We're pushing a herd north

on the Sedalia, Missouri
trail, mister.

I haven't heard
anything about a herd.

Maybe you ain't
been listening.

Yes, he listens.

Anything anybody says
against me, he listens.

Better not
crowd her, Lou.

She's one of
our kind.

Any of you people ever
see those two before?

I've never
seen 'em, Lou.

Maybe good
at dealing cards,

or spinning
roulette wheels.

He's got in his mind
I'm gonna open a saloon.

Any man
befriends me

he figures gotta be
a card dealer

or a stickman
I'm bringing in.

Gregg, how
about it?

You seen
these two before?

In Silver City,
I...saw a man

that looked
like this one.

Uh, I'm
not sure.

They smell
like cowpokes.

But you only have to
walk through a cowyard

to smell like that.

Until you find
somebody who's sure,

we've got business here,
and you're holding us up.

Uh, just a minute.

I'll take the guns.

No, you won't.

You're violating
a law.

No wearing a firearm within
the limits of Rock Point.

Give me the guns.

You'll do a lot better,
mister, if you ask nice.

Do what the man
says, Rowdy.

CLERK:
Hear ye. Hear ye.

The First District Court
of the United States

is now in session.

Judge James Kuff,
presiding.

( raps gavel )

JUDGE:
All right. Court's open.

First case.

Your Honor.
Yes.

We'd appreciate it if
you'd put the Wittman case

at the top of
your list.

Oh, what's your reason
for this request?

Mr. Yates and I are
witnesses for Mrs. Wittman.

But we're also
pushing a herd north.

We're kind of
pressed for time.

Well, okay, if there
are no objections,

we'll take the Wittman case.

Well, ma'am,
what's your complaint?

Your Honor, this is...

pretty difficult
for Mrs. Wittman.

Maybe I can talk
for her.

Maybe you can. That is,
if it's all right with her.

Is it, ma'am?

All right.
Go ahead and speak.

Mrs. Wittman
is here

about her father-in-law,
Harry Wittman.

Get wi--
Get on with it.

She wants the court
to make out papers

to put him in
the territorial asylum.

She wants what?

Uh, marshal, I must remind you
that this is a court of law.

You'll get
your chance to talk

at the proper
time.

I'd better.

What is your reason
for this request, ma'am?

Well, for the last
few months,

e-especially since
my husband died,

Mr. Wittman has been
getting continually worse.

He's growing dangerous.
I think it'd be better for him

to be put away somewhere
where he could be taken care of.

What's
the matter, Rose?

Getting tired of sittin' up
with the old man?

And I saw the man
that said that.

I want you to shut
your mouth, mister,

and keep it shut.

I want to
remind you again

that this is a court
of law...

and dignity is going
to be maintained

as long as
I'm in charge.

What do you mean
by "dangerous," ma'am?

He came mighty close
to killing me, judge.

What kind of a filthy
railroading trick is this?

I've seen a lot of miserable
human beings in my life,

but these three
beat 'em all.

I know this woman, judge.

The whole town
knows her.

Sure she wants to put
the old man away.

She's no nursemaid.

Well, why don't you
listen to the witnesses.

What witnesses?

A couple of saddle tramps

you picked up off the trail
to do you a favor?

( crowd chattering )

You sit down.

Sit down!

Quiet!

Old man.

Do you know why
you're here, old man?

Well, looks like
my daughter-in-law

has been listening
to some outsiders

who think I ought to be
put away, sir.

Uh, what is your name?

My name's Harry Wittman.

How old are you,
Harry?

I'm 62.

Huh.

You know what day of the week
you was born on?

I was born on Monday,
December the 10th, sir.

Now, Harry, I'm gonna ask you
a very strange question.

Do you know the difference
between heat lightning

and forked
lightning?

I-- I don't know
what makes the difference...

but I know
how the difference looks.

Heat lightning...
lights up all the skies.

But forked lightning
makes jagged streaks.

Like that.

Hm.

Harry, what town
are you in?

In Rock Point, sir.

Do you think you know
the difference

between right
and wrong?

Yes, sir.

Uh, Harry, suppose
you were a judge...

and two men were
brought up in front of you,

both of them claiming
the same pig.

What would be
the first thing you do?

Well, I'd find out
which one was the liar.

( crowd laughs )
We--

Suppose both of these men

had a reputation for honesty,
for telling the truth.

Oh, then I'd kill the pig.

Why, Harry?

Well, because I'd sit them
down, both together,

to make friends over
a nice pork dinner.

( crowd laughs )

JUDGE:
Quiet!

( rapping gavel )

Quiet!

Order.

Why, this man is just as sane
as anybody in this place.

Petition denied.

( applause, cheering )

Judge, you're making
a mistake.

There are great many
bare-knuckle fighters back East

in this man's
condition.

Now, they don't
put them away there...

and I don't intend
to put 'em away here.

I don't know about that,
but I do know

that I saw him try to
kill Mrs. Wittman.

Look, judge, it's for his own
good as well as for hers.

I can find no evidence on which
to commit Harry Wittman

to an institution.

Case dismissed.

( crowd cheering, applauding )

Please. Please.
It's best for him.

He doesn't
want to kill anybody.

Nobody here knows what he's like
when he's not in his right mind.

It's best for him.

Anybody here ever
see Harry try to kill?

CROWD:
No.
No!

She's trying to
send him away.

( rapping gavel )
JUDGE: Order.

Order in the court!

Order!

( crowd chattering )
Order in the court!

( suspenseful theme playing )

( crowd cheering )

( rapping gavel )

Order in the court!

Order!

Order in the court.
Order!

Dave.

Leave her alone, huh?

Why?

Just do as I say.

Harry?

I don't want to talk
to you. Leave me alone.

( dramatic theme playing )

Let's have our guns,
marshal.

Leaving us already,
cowherds?

A while, marshal.

A while?

You're leaving
for good.

What is makes you folks
in this town so friendly?

Long, hard hours
of practice?

You called it.
Practice and experience.

It's taken us a long time
to scrub up this town,

and we don't aim to
have it all dirtied up

by a couple of two-bit
saddle tramps

from off
the Sedalia trail.

I'll tell you something,
marshal...

After seeing
the way you...

treat your neighbors
in this town,

I know one thing...

Don't worry about
dirtying up your town.

Couldn't get
any filthier than it is.

( dramatic theme playing )

( sighs )

We want to tell you how sorry
we are about how it turned out.

If there's anything
we can do...

( mellow theme playing )

Mrs. Wittman, if, uh--

It's best to leave
her alone, I guess.

Don't worry about me.

Tears in a woman aren't
always what you think.

Scum like that isn't worth
crying over.

I'm used to
their kind.

There's no reason
why you should be.

Do you know Abilene,
Mr. Favor?

Some.

You ever been to
the Crystal Palace?

Yes'm.

Johnny came in there
one night to play faro.

I sat down
next to him,

and he said I brought
him luck.

He'd just bought his ranch,

and he was on his way
to pick up his father.

He asked me to marry him.

And I wasn't afraid
either.

I said yes.

And you can imagine

what a...fuss it caused

when he brought me here.

You-- You saw some of it
just now.

That's why we didn't
have any visitors.

That's why people in Rock Point

don't know Harry the way I do.

I saw his face after the judge
handed down his decision.

I know. I saw him.

It wasn't very pretty.

His mind was clear as a bell.

Well, you--
You can't just...

go back to the house

and wait for him.

Well, I can't run.

I won't run.

The only thing my husband asked

was that I take care

of his father until he dies.

And I promised.

I mean to take care of him,
Mr. Favor...

until he dies.

Or until you do?

I'll tell you exactly
what'll happen.

Harry will mope around
in the hills for a few days,

he'll come back...

and everything will be
just as it was.

I-- I sure hope
you're right, Mrs. Wittman.

You-- You both have been
very kind, and--

And I'm very thankful.

But if you're seen
with me again,

it'll just make things worse.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

You believe what she said
about the old man

comin' back, actin' natural?

What's more important,
she doesn't believe it either.

But she asked us
out of it.

She must have
good reason.

We could use
some wheels.

Our...wagons are
all crippled.

Hey, there!

Are you what
you claim? Drovers?

That's right.

The marshal claims you're
here to start a saloon

with Rose
Wittman.

The marshal's a liar.

The marshal's my brother.

Well, then...

you got a liar
in the family.

( intense theme playing )

No. Not Brother Lou.

He's too upright for lying.

Looking for
wheels.

Inside, then.

This used to be
a friendly town.

Well, now,
whenever was that?

Before Lou Marshal made himself
Mr. Law and Order in person.

You mean there's nobody
to stand in his way?

Whole cemetery
full of people

who stood in
the marshal's way.

That's a good wheel.

I got a dozen of 'em.

We could use three, if you can
lend us a wagon to haul them in.

Seven dollars
apiece.

That's good enough.

Twenty-one.

You mean, there's nobody
in this town...

who'll side with a woman
who needs help?

On this, mister,
you side with her

the marshal just figures
you're sidin' against him.

Well, you think
the marshal

could stand it
if, uh,

you rolled a wheel
alongside of us?

Wagon's
just outside.

All right, let's have it.

How long you gonna
keep milling this thing

around your mind like
a cat worrying a rat.

Tsk.

( suspenseful theme playing )

You all right if we...

take the wheels back to camp
before we go back to town?

Yeah.

Aah.

( mellow theme playing )

Ah, what's the matter,
Mrs. Wittman?

Nothing.

Oh, you don't look
like it's nothing.

And your voice don't
sound right neither.

I'm worried about Harry.
He's up in the hills.

I'm afraid something
might happen to him.

Oh, yeah.

What you need is a man
around this place.

I mean, someone else
than Harry.

( chuckles )

I know.
( sighs )

You know, I--

I'd just never rest
if I didn't try to apologize

for the way my brother
and the rest of them clods

acted toward you
in court this morning.

( chuckles )

You know,
Brother Lou, he...

He just don't understand
human beings.

I think a lot of people
are getting

sick and tired of his ways.

But, I, uh...

I didn't come here just to
apologize for my brother.

I came to help.

( scoffs )

Help?

Yep.

You don't have enough money
to take care of yourself

and that father-in-law
of yours forever.

I want to help you
get enough so you can.

How?

You want to get
back East, don't you?

You let go of me--
Don't you?

You want to get back East,

and...dress like a lady...

spend money like
you were something.

Isn't that it, huh?

Anything wrong
with that?

No. No.

The only thing wrong is...

you can't do it.

Not without a millstone
around your neck.

And that old man
is a millstone, isn't he?

You just can't
shake him loose.

What are you
getting at?

How much you figure
this house, and...

the barn,

livestock and acreage
is worth? 5,000?

Six? Seven?

At least that.

You could do just about
what you want with half that.

Four thousand dollars.
Tsk!

Furnish a lot of mighty
high living for quite a while.

Would you care for
a cup of coffee?

All right.

What do you do
to earn half?

You need me.

Against the town,

and against Harry.

Everything's in his name,
isn't it?

Go on.

I saw what you was trying
to do with them drovers.

Tsk! That was the right,
smart idea.

Too bad their
testimony didn't work.

Harry came out looking like
a sensible, harmless old man.

He's not.

He isn't?

Not all the time.

I've never seen him
when he's not.

He can be made to act crazy.

He can?

Yes.

All right, now, listen.

Suppose you would tell me
how to get him all riled up.

And suppose I get him to act
like that right smack

in the center of town.

In front of a whole
flock of witnesses.

In front of my brother.

Now. if the town told the judge

they saw Harry acting
like that...

the judge would have to
send him away.

A lot of high living
on $4,000.

All right.

All right, Dave.

That's fine, Rose. Fine.

We got us
a bargain?

Yes.

You'll find him up in the hills

above the North Road.

He always goes up there to brood

like a child or a dumb animal.

But you haven't told me, Rose.

What I do?

How do I get
him riled up?

All those years in the ring.

He was in too long.

Whenever he remembers
that last time,

when they had to
carry him out,

and it took him two days
to regain his senses...

Now, wait a minute, Rose.

I don't want to
take advantage of you.

I want this thing
straight and aboveboard.

Got a pencil and paper?

Sit down.

All you have to do
is to write down...

that when and if...

you make a sale
of this property...

after it's yours...

I'm to get half.

You see, I'm
like you, Rose.

I want to get away
from this stinkin' town too.

And with 4,000 dollars, I can
stay away for a long time.

Or...

we could stay away
for a long time.

( dramatic theme playing )

Why don't you
tell me, Harry?

What are you doing
out here?

Oh, where else
is there to go?

Well...

they give you
a hard time in town.

Aah. They don't understand.

Nobody understands.

I just wanna fight again...

even it kill me.

But the doctors say no.

Ah, sure, I know.

Well...

don't you worry
about it anymore.

Hyer did it.

He knocked me out in the...

30th round in Liverpool.

Huh.

See...

I broke his jaw in Boston.

And then I gave him
another fight in Liverpool.

He hit me
so hard that I...

had to go
to a hospital.

Some of the people said that...

I fell down on purpose.

No.

Yeah. oh, and some said
I was a coward.

People got no right
to say that to you.

Well, I just want to
fight again.

I'll tell you what.

I'll set you up a fight...

and you can show 'em all.

Huh, Harry?

Dave.

You're my friend, Dave.

MAN:
♪ Old Dan Tucker
Was a grand old man ♪

♪ He washed his face
In a frying pan ♪

♪ Combed his hair
With a wagon wheel ♪

♪ Ran away the toothache
In his heel ♪

MEN ( in unison ):
♪ Get out of the way
For Old Dan Tucker ♪

♪ He's too late
To get his supper ♪

♪ Supper's over
Dinner cooking ♪

♪ And Old Dan Tucker
Just standing there looking ♪

( men whooping,
cheering )

MAN 1: Hey, give 'er another.
MAN 2: Come on.

MAN 1: That's the way.

No, no, no, Harry. We don't
want to go in there.

We're gonna
show them.

You said we're
gonna show them.

I know, I know. But
I want to set it up, see?

We gotta do this right,
Harry boy.

So everyone will know
you're still champion.

Now, come on. Huh?

( suspenseful theme playing )

Ah, look at that.

They got the ring and
the dressing rooms locked up.

Ha-ha-ha.
That's my boy.

Now, you, uh...

You go on in there
and lie down, Harry.

You get yourself
some rest...

while I arrange
things.

Oh, you're good to me, Dave.

It's a long time
since anybody understood me.

But my son
understood me.

He wouldn't allow anybody
to call me a coward

while he was alive.

Everything's gonna be
all right, Harry boy.

You just rest up.

Now, I'm gonna
close the door...

so no one'll bother you.

( locks door )

What are you doing?

That-- This is not
a dressing room.

This is
your brother's jail.

You're absolutely right,
Harry.

This is a jail.

Well, why'd you lock the door?

This is where
you belong. Jail!

What do you mean?
What are you doing, Dave?

This is what they do
to quitters, Harry.

Cowards!

They lock
'em up.

Oh, Dave, don't fool me.

You know I'm all right.

Sometimes I get mixed up a bit.

And...I've been hit
so many times, that sometimes

I feel myself in--
In the ring.

And I can see the lights
go on, and they go off again.

Oh, sometimes I get
mixed up so--

That I just don't know
where I am.

But I'm all right, Dave.

Let me out.

You ain't never
gonna get out, Harry.

Not till you prove
you can fight.

Let me out!

Let me out of here.
Let me out of here!

Harry. Look at this over here.
Let me out of here!

Look! Your picture's
everywhere.

In all the newspapers!
Harry Wittman,

King of the Flopbacks.

( crowd cheering )
Oh, let me out of here.

Come on! Put
up your dukes!
Let me out.

I'm the champion of
England and Ireland.

Everybody knows me.

I'm Harry Wittman.

Figg was the first champion.

Then came Pipes.

Then Gretting.
Then--

Then-- Then Broughton.

And I broke Tom Hyer's jaw
in the 30th round.

That was a fight.

That was a fight
when I broke his jaw.

Let me out of here!

Right this way...
Harry.

Crowd is
impatient.

Come on, Harry.
Come on!

Come on, Harry.

Out this way,
Harry.

Come on.

Come on, Harry. Come on.

That's right.

That's it.
Harry, that's it.

Come on, champ. Hyer's
waiting to beat you up, punk.

I think I'll go
home.

You can't go home. Your son's
gone, don't you remember?

He can't
help you now.

Leave me alone.

Give me that picture.

Come on. Get up and fight,
you miserable old fall-down.

Gimme that picture.

What kind of
a champion were you?

You're afraid to
fight Hyer, ain't you?

Ain't you?
If you ain't scared,

come on, let see
how you fight...

or fall down.

Gimme that picture.

( grunts )

( dramatic theme playing )

( men chattering, laughing )

( men cheering, whooping )

Huh. Why you j--

( suspenseful theme playing )

( men whooping )

( horses approaching )

Hey!

Hey! Dave's dead!

Dave Thompson's
been killed!

Dave's dead.

Hey! Dave Thompson's
been killed.

( men chattering )
Out there in the street.

He's dead.

The neck's busted.

It's Dave
Thompson.

What is this?

Sorry, marshal.
He's dead.

Dave.

Dave?

Come away from him, Lou.

Two of you,
carry him inside.

Had to come back,
didn't you, saddle tramp?

You couldn't leave
the thing alone.

It took two of you
to do it.

Got this
all wrong, marshal.

He was already dead
when we came here.

Here, he knows that.

Well, speak up,
you drunken jasper.

Look, marshal...

we're leaving
the same way we came in.

Somebody tries to stop us,
somebody gets hurt.

( grunts )

You two are gonna
beg to die.

I had plans
for Davy.

This was gonna be
a decent town

for him
to grow up in.

No more
temptation.

There's a tree
down at the end

of the street.
Come on.

Wait! Wait.
Lou, you can't do this.

These men couldn't
have killed Dave.

Who else could
have killed him?

I loaned them my wagon
this afternoon.

I seen 'em
ride out of town.

They came back, didn't they?

Well, that doesn't
mean that--

Lou, you cleaned up this town.
Now, you can't do this.

Better go on home, Mel.
You're in my way.

Maybe it's just as well
I am in your way.

Lou, it's been a long
time since anybody

tried to talk sense
to you around here.

You're pushing me, Mel.
It was Dave they killed!

Who said? Tanner?

He-- He just said
that Dave was dead.

MARSHAL:
Tanner saw them!

MEL:
He didn't say he saw it!

Well, don't just stand there.
Tell 'em the truth!

They couldn't have done it.

I stumbled over Dave
on-- On my way home.

He was dead then.

I ran to the barn.

I saw these fellas...

pull up, and...

If they didn't
do it, who did?

I seen--

I-I seen Harry Wittman...

run off as I come up.

Harry...

Harry Wittman.

That's right. Harry Wittman.

Anybody know where
the old man might be?

He only has
one place to go.

Anybody that follows me
tonight is a deputy.

Right now.

Thompson! You already
made one bad mistake!

Don't make another!

You men!

Don't let him lead you
into this!

Thanks to both of you
for what you did.

( slow, dramatic theme playing )

If the old man went back
to the farm,

he's going after Rose.

Better get there
before they do.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( thud )

( thud )

( glass breaking )

( twists doorknob )

I know you're in there.

FAVOR:
There's a light in the barn.
You take the house.

( dramatic theme playing )

( Rose screams )

( thudding )

He did it, Harry.

He's the one
who made me do it.

( man speaks indistinctly )

It's open!
The door's open!

We've come for
the old man.

You're bound and determined
to lynch somebody.

Is that it,
Thompson?

Doesn't matter
much who.

Me, Harry Wittman,
anybody.

Harry killed Dave.

A man out of his senses
killed Dave.

He's no more responsible
for what he did than a--

Than a gun would be.

It takes something
to trigger it.

Just as it took something
to turn Harry Wittman loose.

Everyone of you men
in that courtroom,

too deaf to listen
to Rose Wittman,

had a hand
in Dave's death.

You made Harry Wittman
your responsibility,

and then you went home
and you forgot about it.

You're the ones responsible
for Dave Thompson's death.

All right, you've been
listening to this saddle tramp

spouting off,
now, listen to me.

I'll tell you
what killed Davy!

Filth and sin!

Your letting a madman,
a dance-hall woman

and a couple of cowherds
butt into our way of life.

I took your dirty little
town and scrubbed it

till its face shone,
and I can do it again.

It has to be
done again!

Come on!

Oh, come on.

Are you gonna let these two
cowherds run your town?

We came here to do justice.

We ain't gonna
help you, Lou.

Time somebody
stood up to you.

You ain't any good
for us anymore.

Maybe you were once,
but you're not anymore.

Lou, we're not forgettin'
what you did for us.

Sure, you cleaned up
the town. You--

You tamed it
when it was wild,

you made it a better
place to live in.

But you didn't
stop at that.

You had to keep
right on rulin'

with an iron hand, till--

We were so scared, we--

We've been living our lives
just the way you wanted us to.

Doing everything
you wanted us to do.

Why do you think we came here
with you tonight? To--

To help you because of
your brother?

No.

We're here because not one of us
had the guts to stand up to you.

We were too afraid
to speak up

when you wanted us
to lynch Harry here.

Thank you, mister, for
standin' up to him for us.

Come on, Lou.
Let's go home.

ROSE:
Oh, Marshal Thompson,

you're not going
without Harry, are you?

Not after what he did
to your brother.

No.

Mel's right.

I was gonna
lynch a man.

( sighs )

I don't deserve this.

Not anymore.

We'll take Harry with us,
Mrs. Wittman.

We'll take him
to the doctor.

To the doctor?

What'll he do?
Give him a pill,

rest him up and then
send him back to me?

I don't want him back here!
I'm scared stiff of him!

There's no call for you
to t-talk like that, Rose.

I'm not mad.

Sometimes my brain
is a little hazy

and my head aches.

Sometimes the taunt
of people

makes me hear the howls
from the crowd.

And I feel the bare knuckles
against my face

and in the back of my head.

A-- And I gotta
fight back, Rose.

I'm not mad.
You know that.

I'm all right.

Oh, it is,
Mrs. Wittman.

Maybe he won't have
those spells anymore

if the doctor treats him,
rests him up.

Uh, none of us wants to
see Harry sent away.

You think those are
just spells?

I'll show you.

Harry...

you know what
they're all saying?

They're all saying
you're a coward.

They're saying
you're lying down

because you're afraid.

You're afraid
of Hyer.

They're laughing,
Harry,

because they think
you're a coward.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( sighs )

Rose...

it was you all along
who wanted me put away.

It was you
that taunted me.

You and Dave.

I think you sent Dave
to taunt me.

Well...

if it means
that much to you...

I'll go.

I'll willingly go, Rose.

( mellow theme playing )

Well...

don't you wanna
say goodbye to me?

( suspenseful theme playing )

Rose. What happened?

She's dead.

Gentlemen...

take me to the place

she wanted me to go.

I won't hurt you.

I won't hurt anybody
anymore.

( mellow theme playing )

Come on, Harry.

I'll stay.

I was the one
that hurt her the most.

Least I can do is stay
with her for a while.

Rowdy.

( dramatic theme playing )

( cattle mooing )

Head 'em up! Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin, rollin' rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin', rollin'
Rollin' ♪

♪ Though the streams
Are swollen ♪

♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Through rain and wind
And weather ♪

♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪

♪ Wishin' my gal was
By my side ♪

♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles, love
And kissin' ♪

♪ Are waiting at the end
Of my ride ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Head 'em up, move 'em on ♪

♪ Move 'em on, head 'em up
Rawhide ♪

♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in
Ride 'em in, let 'em out ♪

♪ Cut 'em out
Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

( cattle mooing )

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

( whip cracks )

( whip cracks )