Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 3, Episode 15 - Incident of the Fish Out of Water - 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 ♪

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

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!



(whip cracks)

(whip cracks)

(whistle blows)

"Sedalia to Philadelphia."

You'll make connections
in Saint Louis.

Thank you, sir.

There's a place.

Right here, Ogalla.

Doesn't bother
you, does it, friend?

What?

The Indian sitting here.

Makes some folks
kind of nervous.

I had to take him
out of the other car,

he was scaring a
couple of old ladies.

But he's with me.

No harm at all I promise you.

Well, I sure don't
mind if he don't.

That's fine, fine.

Now, just stay put now,

I'll be up in the smoker.

Thank you. Hmm?

I am grateful

for your acceptance.

To travel to strange,

far places

is difficult

when one is without
his loved ones.

Yes, I know what you mean.

(train whistle blows)

(dramatic theme playing)

Two.

What is this anyway,

a celebration or a funeral?

What are we celebrating?

Well, a pocket full of money,

a month with nothing to do,

and nine more saloons

we haven't been in yet.

(laughs)

Well, nine saloons

will take care of the money.

We'll still have a month
with nothing to do.

Señor Pete,

I do not think I can last

for even one more...

(laughs)

(lighthearted theme playing)

Yeah,

it takes more to being a drover

than just pushing babes around.

(laughs)

Well, all right, so
it isn't a celebration

but why is it a funeral?

There ain't no funeral.

Well, then why is
everybody so...?

Oh, I get it.

It's the boss.

Mr. Favor isn't here
to lead you around

by the hand.

His little boys are
afraid to go out alone.

Well, you ought to be
ashamed of yourselves,

begrudging a man a chance

to have a vacation
and see his kids.

What've you been
drinking anyway?

Whatever it is, I think
you need a couple more.

And eat the glass
this time, will ya?

Ah...

Mr. Rowdy!

Mr. Rowdy, Mr. Rowdy,

I think you better take this.

What is it? It's a
telegram from Mr. Favor.

Mr. Favor?

Well, I was passing
by this telegraph office,

and I heard this fellow
talking to a couple of drovers,

and he was asking him if he knew

a trail boss named Mr. Favor.

So of course I
said I guess I did.

So next thing I knew he
shoved this in my hand.

Why didn't you tell him
Mr. Favor's out of town?

Well, he didn't give
me a chance, Mr. Nolan.

What am I supposed
to do with it?

You can't deliver
it, that's for certain.

Well, it might be business.

Mr. Favor left you in charge.

Yeah, well, supposing it ain't?

Only one way to find out.

Oh, yeah.

(clears throat)

Let's see, it's from Eleanor.

Oh, that's his sister-in-law,

that's where the
kids are staying.

"Your visit

would not be right

at present time.

Would upset children.

Strongly urge you not to come.

Letter of follows Eleanor."

Oh, no, no.

"Letter follows Eleanor."

(mysterious theme playing)

Oh, well.

Bartender.

(train chugging)

You have not enough room?

Oh, no, it's not that.

It's just these city clothes.

The discomforts of civilization.

It'll take some
getting used to again.

You have been gone a long time.

Why is it that obvious?

The signs are plain.

The face that has
felt many suns.

The eyes that seek

the horizon.

A man of the open fields.

Maybe too much so, huh?

I'd almost forgotten there
is another way to live.

Home, family, neighbors.

So you return for good?

Oh, no, just to visit.

See my two daughters.

My wife died a few years ago,

they've been staying with
an aunt in Philadelphia.

Philadelphia.

The great city of the east.

One of them.

You can tell me of it?

There's not too much to tell.

A lot of people,
a lot of buildings.

Why, are you going there?

Among the other cities.

It will be very strange,

I have never seen

such a place before.

Well, you'll start out even.

I'm sure the people
of Philadelphia

have never seen
anyone like you either.

That is what the colonel said.

Why he asked me
to come with him.

The colonel?

Colonel Somers.

He has what he calls

a wild west show.

I am to be part of it.

Doing what?

Ride,

show my skill with
the lance and the bow.

Let the people of the east

see a true chief of the Pawnee.

You think this is wrong.

Oh, I-I couldn't say.

The year has been hard

for my people.

The winter was bitter.

There is much hunger

and sickness.

Colonel Somers
offered much money.

It meant food,

seed,

grain,

a chance to begin again.

Of course, then you...

You're doing a fine thing.

May it be the right thing,

to go so far

to such a strange place,

it is almost frightening.

I trust we shall both

find a friendly welcome,

and a rewarding visit.

(whistle blows)

(lighthearted theme playing)

Oh, you're not
allowed in the front way.

If you're selling something,

you have to go to
the kitchen door.

My aunt Eleanor says so.

Maggie?

My name is Margaret.

My aunt Eleanor
doesn't like anybody

to call me Maggie.

I've always called you that.

Don't remember me, huh?

No, and my aunt Eleanor says

I should never
talk to strangers.

She's absolutely right.

But I'm not exactly a stranger.

Honest.

I'm your father.

(dramatic theme playing)

Well?

You don't look like my daddy.

It's been a long time.

But I saw his picture,

he sent it last Christmas.

Well, then?

He had a big hat and boots,

and he wore an apron
on both of his legs.

That's my working clothes.

I got all dressed up
to come and see you.

You're really my daddy?

Honest and truly?

Honest and truly.

Margaret,

what are you doing, child?

I've told you never
to speak to strangers.

It's Daddy, Aunt
Eleanor, it's Daddy.

Gil. Hello, Eleanor.

It's good to see you again.

And you but...

You were expecting
me, weren't you?

You got my letter?

Oh, yes, yes.

But didn't you get my wire?

Why, no. Is anything wrong?

Not exactly, it's just that...

Gillian's sick again.

Margaret.

Sick?

It's nothing serious.
She's always sick.

Will you be still, Margaret?

I'm sorry, Gil,

this isn't a very
gracious welcome.

What about Gillian,
where is she?

She's in her room.

There's nothing to
worry about really.

I'll explain after
you've seen her.

Oh, no, Margaret,
you stay outside.

Why?

Well, you know how
upset Gillian gets

when she has too much company.

Besides, you should
give her a chance

to say hello to her father.

But he's my father too.

I'll tell you what,

you see this bundle?

Presents? Yeah,
for you and Gillian.

You sort them out,
and divide them

into things that you'd like

and things you
think she'd like, huh?

Sure.

You haven't lost
your way with women.

At least not at that age.

(soft theme playing)

Gillian?

Yes, Aunt Eleanor?

Feeling better, dear?

A little.

Good.

I have a wonderful
surprise for you.

Look who's here.

Gillian honey.

I'm sorry to hear
you're not feeling well.

I'll be all right.

Sure you will.

We've got a lot to do.

We're going to have
a fine time together.

That's nice.

So you hurry up and
get well now, hear?

I'll try.

It's been such a
long time, honey.

Got a lot of catching up to do.

Aunt Eleanor?

Yes, dear.

Will you fix my pillows?
I want to lay down now.

Here let me do it.

Been a long time
since I've had a chance

to fuss over my girl.

How about that?

Fine, thank you.

Rest up, now, I...

I'll be in to see you later.

All right.

I'll bring your supper

in a few minutes, dear.

Aunt Eleanor?

Yes, dear?

I'll be right with you, Gil.

Eleanor, maybe you'd better

let me have it
straight, what's wrong?

It's nothing serious,
Gil, believe me.

She just happens
to be a delicate child.

I'm not talking about that.

It seems that she
doesn't want me here,

even that she's afraid of me.

Well, that's why I
sent you the wire.

I was afraid this would happen.

But why?

Is it something I've done?

Maybe it's something
you haven't done.

(screams)

(whooping)

Maggie! What do
you think you're doing?

Just showing Gillian
some of my presents.

Yeah, well,

maybe you'd better
climb down now.

(Gillian moaning and sobbing)

I didn't do it on
purpose, Daddy.

Honest.

I didn't mean to
scare Gillian that way.

Sure, I know.

She's no fun anymore,

she never wants to play.

She's always sick.

Does she like to be sick, Daddy?

Well, nobody really
likes to be sick, honey.

I bet she does.

"I don't feel well, I
have to lay down."

She's a sissy.

Oh, you won't remember it

because you're too young,

but she was a real tomboy once,

even wilder than you.

She used to be fighting

with all the boys in school

and when we went riding,

she always wanted to race.

Riding? A real horse?

Her own pinto.

I wish I could ride a horse,

but Aunt Eleanor won't let me.

Why not?

Oh, she's afraid we'll fall off.

Margaret,

your supper's ready, dear.

Go in and wash up now.

Yes, Aunt Eleanor.

And leave that
awful thing outside.

Oh, it's not real.

I mean, it was,
but it's just a skin.

Daddy says I can
make a belt out of it.

We'll discuss that later.

Yes, Aunt Eleanor.

I'll hurry,

will you wait for me, Daddy?

Of course I will.

Maybe it isn't important

but we always call her Margaret.

Maggie just seems
more fitting somehow.

Perhaps, but names stick

and it wouldn't be appropriate

for a young lady.

Any more than

an Indian bonnet and war paint?

Frankly, no.

This is Philadelphia, Gil.

Children are raised
differently here.

So I notice.

You asked me to
take care of them,

I feel as though
I have the right

to bring them up as I see fit.

Of course you do,

and I can't tell you how
much I appreciate it.

I'm not looking
for appreciation.

I couldn't love them any
more if they were my own.

What are we fighting
about, Eleanor?

I didn't realize we were.

You don't want me here, do you?

Only because of Gillian.

Do you know the
last time she got sick?

When I told her you were coming.

Do you know what
she said to me upstairs?

She was afraid you were
going to take her back with you.

Why should she be afraid of me?

I'm her father.

In name only.

It's been more than two years,

you're a stranger now.

I've kept in touch.

All the letters and
presents in the world

won't make up for
one goodnight kiss.

What are you trying to say?

You have to decide, Gil.

To be a real father

or someone who
just brings presents.

You know I can't
take them back, I...

I'm not prepared to
take care of two little girls.

Not in Texas obviously.

Aunt Eleanor?

Gillian's calling you.

Tell her I'll be right up.

I'll fix up the bedroom for you.

(melancholy theme playing)

(dramatic theme playing)

Remember, hold
tight with the left hand,

hold the arrow
with those fingers,

sight along the arrow,

and pull it back
as far as you can.

Steady now.

Let it go.

I did it, I did it!

Gillian did you see?

Good.

Gillian, how about
you taking a try at it?

Yeah, come on, Gillian,

it's fun.

Well, all right.

Hold the bow in the left hand.

Now, the arrow in there.

Draw back slowly and...

Gillian, what on
earth are you doing?

Oh, I'm just showing them

how to protect
themselves from Indians.

And I hit the target.

This is hardly the sort of thing

to do in the house, Gil.

Sorry, I didn't stop to think.

And you girls were
supposed to be practicing.

Mmm, do Indians
play the piano, Daddy?

No.

But then they don't play music

as pretty as you do either.

Really, Gil, you're...

You're worse than the children.

Let's see if we can't
find something special

to make this a real treat.

Hey, how about this?

A wild west show?

What's that?

It's something like a circus,

only western style.

With wild animals

and Indians too?

Ah, sure, look right here.

"Ogalla, chief of
the Pawnee tribe."

As a matter of fact I
know him personally.

You do?

I don't believe it.

Why not?

He didn't scalp you.

(scoffs)

Indians aren't that savage.

In their own way
they're just as civilized

as we are, if not more so.

And they don't kill people
and burn down their houses?

Oh, sure there's a few
bad people in every race,

but Indians are humans

just like you.

Different way of life maybe,

but underneath just the same.

An Indian brave is like me,

Indian children are like you.

And a squaw is
like Aunt Eleanor?

Uh, yeah, sort of.

Do they do the
same things we do?

Of course. Men work,

women take care
of their families,

children learn and play.

Games?

Mm-hm. What kind?

Well, let's see, oh, yeah.

You lay down on
the floor facing me.

Yeah, like this.

Now, put your arm up,

take hold of my hand, like that.

There, now this is
called Indian wrestling.

The idea is to force
the other person's hand

down to the floor, like that.

That's not fair,

you're bigger.

All right, you use both hands.

Ready?

Go.

Go on, Margaret, push it down.

I ca... I can't.

Try harder.

Well, come help me.

(grunting)

(all groaning)

(laughter)

No fair, you little monkey.

Gillian, what are you doing?

Daddy's showing us a new game.

Just look at you, all
hot and perspiring.

But I feel all right.

Well, you won't if
you keep this up.

Now, I want you to sit quietly

or I'll have to put
you back to bed.

Yes, Aunt Eleanor.

You too, Margaret.

Really, Gil, I should
think you'd know better.

(dramatic theme playing)

(hooves clopping)

MAGGIE: Gillian,
Gillian, look at me.

Aren't they beautiful?

Where did you get them?

From a stable.

Daddy says I can ride real good.

Almost as good as you, Gillian.

Remember when we rode together?

Say, how would
you like to try again?

I don't think I'd better.

Oh, just up and
down the street a little.

All right.

Maggie?

Oh, wait, I can't.

My dress is too long.

Pull it up like I did.

You're wearing bloomers.

I think you can manage.

All right.

Remember how to
hold the reigns, now.

Firmly, not too tight.

Scared? No.

We'll take it nice and easy.

Gil, wait.

Look at Gillian, Aunt Eleanor.

Gil, no, it isn't safe.

Gillian's been riding before.

Come on, Gillian.

(dog barks)

(horse whinnies)

Gillian! Gillian!

That's all right, honey.

It's all right. That's
it, settle down.

Gillian.

It's all right, Eleanor.
Nothing wrong.

Nothing's wrong? She
might've been killed.

Come on, darling,
I'll take you back.

Not yet.

The dog just frightened
the horse and made him shy.

Now, when she
dropped the reigns,

the horse didn't
know what to do.

Nobody was giving him any orders

so he just went off on his own.

Gil, this is no time for...

Please, Eleanor.

Now, a horse needs a firm hand.

There's nothing
to be frightened of

as long as you've
got control of it.

You understand that?

Let's finish our ride then.

Yes, Daddy.

(dramatic theme playing)

Is this why you came, Gil?

To destroy everything
I've tried to do?

Now, Eleanor,

you know better than that.

I only know you've
succeeded in wrecking

a happy orderly household.

You've made a
roughneck out of Margaret

and you've endangered
Gillian's health.

There doesn't seem to
be anything really wrong

with her health.

Have you been taking care of her

the past two years?

Have you sat up nights with her,

nursed her, tended
her hand and foot?

Have you tried not tending them?

I mean, kids are pretty smart.

They catch on real
quick the easiest way

to get what they want.

So I haven't done a good job.

I didn't say that.

Well, you're certainly
trying to prove it.

Eleanor, you're putting
me in a bad spot.

I realize how much
you've done for them,

how much you've loved them.

I can't repay that.

Oh, I'm not looking
for repayment, Gil.

I'm just trying to bring them up

the best way I know how.

Fine, but isn't there some room

for some fun in their life?

I mean, dang it all, do
you expect me to stand still

when I see something's wrong?

Well, since it's that wrong,

I suggest you make
other arrangements.

Other arrangements?

Take them back with you,
bring them up your way.

Wait a minute...

You're their father,
it's your right.

Go on, take them back to your...

Your horses and cattle
and cowboys and Indians.

I can't do that.

Well, that's one problem

you'll have to
decide for yourself.

I'm leaving. Leaving?

I'll visit some friends.

You can stay here until
you make up your mind.

At least I'll know the children
will have a decent home.

(door slams)

(melancholy theme playing)

We're sorry, Daddy.

We didn't mean to make her mad.

Hey, now, it's not your fault.

Don't you worry about it.

But you won't go away
now, will you, Daddy?

You won't leave us.

No, honey.

Of course not.

(melancholy theme playing)

So we pushed those
steers all night long.

Next morning when the storm hit

they were all safe
on high ground.

Good.

I wish I could see a
cattle drive sometime.

Well, you will sometime.

When you're a little bit older.

Right now it's time for bed.

Daddy?

It really hasn't been
so awful, has it?

What?

Being here with us.

I mean, you don't wish you
were back in Texas, do you?

Oh, no. Of course not.

Well, I do. Maggie!

With us.

(laughs)

(knocking)

Sounds like company.

You two get on up to bed now.

Excuse me, is
there a Mr. Favor...?

Wishbone! Pete! Hey!

You no good saddle tramp.

Good to see you. Come on in.

I wish you'd been that glad
back on the drive sometimes.

What are you doing here?

Well, we get this telegram

saying for you not to
come to Philadelphia

and we get one from you
saying you're gonna stay here.

Yeah, when you said
you weren't coming back

and for Rowdy to
handle the next drive

we figured you must
be in kind of hot water.

Yeah, well, sort of.
I'll tell you about it.

Oh, girls. Come on in.

I want you to meet my daughters.

Gillian, Maggie,

this is Pete Nolan and Wishbone.

You heard me tell about them.

Miss Gillian. Ladies.

(giggles)

You're funny.

Bosses daughters all right.

Come on, you two
get up to bed now.

I'll be up in a few
minutes to tuck you in.

Nice kids.

Yeah, that's part
of the trouble.

Sit down, make
yourselves comfortable.

Are you in some
kind of trouble here?

Well, not exactly.

Oh, no use going
into the whole story.

It's just that I've
gotta stay here

and take care of the girls.

What about your sister-in-law?

Well, we had a disagreement

and she left them with me.

Well, the kids could
always grow up in Texas.

On a cattle drive?

No, Pete, not girls.

Particularly not the
way they been raised.

Couldn't just yank 'em
out of this kind of a life.

Not now.

Then what can you do here?

I'll find a job.

What kind of a job?

Oh, I don't know,

I haven't had too much
chance to look around.

I've been too
busy with the girls.

Well, we wondered what we
was gonna do in Philadelphia.

What do you mean by that?

We're gonna stay here
and take care of things

while you find yourself a job.

Wait a minute.

WISHBONE: No
arguments. It's all settled.

Look, you gotta
get back to the herd.

Rowdy and the
crew's gonna need you.

There's time. We'll
get back all right.

After we see that you're
bedded down properly.

Ah, you're crazy,
what do you know

about taking
care of little girls?

Can't be any rougher than
riding herd on a bunch of beeves.

That's right.

Come on, I'll show
you where you bunk.

I'd have brought
my saddle blankets

but I didn't think you'd
want me sleeping in the yard.

(laughing)

All right.

Here's the rope.

I'll be your horse.

Run, Gillian, run.

Swing the rope! Get her!

Oh, come on, get her!

(laughing)

All right.

Give me a breather, will you?

Go get her.

Go get her.

There you go.

Worse than herding beeves.

Some horse.

If you was mine I'd put
you out of your misery.

Anything in the morning paper?

No.

Couple things I
might be able to do.

One thing's sure, they
don't need a trail boss

in Philadelphia.

Or any kind of a
cattleman for that matter.

I've really bought myself
something this time.

Well, why don't you have a
talk with your sister-in-law?

Kind of heart-to-heart.

Well, she was pretty
mad when she left here.

She can be real stubborn.

Well, that runs in the family.

I didn't ask for this, Wish.

She wasn't handling
the girls right.

So you barge in like an ox
and upset the whole shebang.

No, I tried to work things out.

Like a trail boss, I'll bet.

It seems to me there
must be something

pretty decent about her
or she wouldn't leave you

in the house like this.

Of course there is,
she's a fine woman

and she loves the girls but...

Oh, you wouldn't understand.

Daddy, Daddy, come quick!

What's wrong?

A parade with horses and wagons

and real cowboys.

(music plays)

(gunshots)

Is this what you're going
to take us to see, Daddy?

That's right.

There's the colonel himself.

(gunshots)

Make you homesick, Wish?

Oh, I don't know, I'd
stack Quince and Scarlet

against these dudes any time.

There he is. There's the Indian.

Is he the one you know, Daddy?

Yeah.

Ogalla.

Ogalla, Gil Favor
from the train.

(dramatic theme playing)

Go on, get back.

If you wanna talk to him
you'll have to buy a ticket.

Wasn't very glad
to see you, was he?

I don't get it.

We were friendly on the train.

He said he was gonna
perform in the show,

riding and shooting.

Nothing like that.

Pawnees are proud people,

I can't figure a
chief taking part

in a sideshow stunt like that.

You saw him, didn't you?

Seeing ain't always believing.

(gunshots continue)

(ominous theme playing)

Hey, we ain't open yet.

The show ain't until tonight.

We wanna see Colonel
Somers on business.

Oh.

Fourth wagon down on the right.

Ogalla?

Ogalla?

You have not seen enough?

You too come to laugh and mock.

I just wanna get
things straight.

On the train you said you
were gonna be in the show.

Is this what you meant?

To be treated like an animal?

To stand in shame
before the whites?

To bring disgrace upon
myself and my people?

I would rather have been
dragged by wild horses.

Well, what do you do it for?

Colonel Somers says this
is what the people of the east

believe a Pawnee to be.

This is what they wish to see.

You didn't have to
go along with him.

Colonel Somers has many men.

I am but one.

These are not only for the show.

You mean he's
keeping you prisoner?

It will not be forever.

And then Colonel
Somers will pay.

All of the whites will pay.

My people and I
will wash this insult

with your blood.

You wanted to see me?

You apparently went to
the wrong wagon, friend.

No, we found the right one.

I've seen you before.

On the train coming east.

Oh, yeah.

Only then you treated
Ogalla like a human.

Oh, this is part of the act.

That's what I'm paying him for.

That's not the way I hear it.

Now, you wouldn't take the word

of an Indian for
anything, would you?

Against yours, any time.

What do you want, Favor?

Let him go, you got
no right to hold him.

I have a contract.

He has his money,

now he's got to deliver.

He wasn't paid for this.

He's being paid to perform.

And he's performing
the way I want.

All right.

The law will have
something to say about this.

Not much.

The contract's legal.

Slavery isn't.

If that's all you came
to see me about, friend,

goodbye.

We'll be back.

Any time.

Come to the show tonight.

See what a big
attraction the Indian is.

Why, folks get so excited
sometimes they even

throw things at him.

You... Pete.

That way out.

(dramatic theme playing)

(knocking)

Yeah?

Is Mr. Favor in?

Well, no, but he should
be back any minute.

Well, I'm... I'm
Eleanor Bradley,

Mr. Favor's sister-in-law.

Oh, well, sure, come on in.

I'm Wishbone, Mr. Favor's cook.

Say, that's a mighty fine
stove you got back there.

I don't often get a chance
at one that's good enough

to bake a cake.

Are the children here?

Sure, you wanna see 'em?

Please.

Hey, you ladies,
come on down here.

Somebody to see you.

GILLIAN: Be right
there, Wishbone.

Do you wanna come
in and sit down?

Thank you.

Are, uh, the children well?

Oh, fine, fine.

Not a healthier pair
of phillies anywhere.

I'm glad.

'Course, they miss you.

They do?

Well, being bossed
by their pa is one thing,

but, well, girls need
a woman's hand,

don't you think?

Well, I used to think so
but I'm beginning to wonder.

Gil certainly
doesn't feel that...

Oh, well, don't
pay him any mind.

Why, he's so used to
bossing men and cattle

he don't know how to
talk to a woman anymore.

He doesn't mean
half what he says.

I said some pretty
awful things myself, I...

I wanted to see Gil
and try to explain that...

(footsteps)

Aunt Eleanor!

Oh, Gillian, I missed you so.

Me too.

Are you feeling
all right, darling?

I haven't been sick once.

(laughs)

Aunt Eleanor.

Oh, Margaret.

So good to see you.

You look wonderful, darling.

Your father must be
treating you very well.

Oh, yes, we have lots of fun

and we play all kinds of games.

Margaret,

that isn't a real gun, is it?

Sure it is.

And your father
let you play with it?

Now, wait a minute.

You got no business with that.

Where'd you get it anyway?

From Pete's room.

You mean Gil actually
allows a gun in the house?

Well, he-

Now, give me that.

You got no business
with it anyway.

Why not?

Well, because it isn't any toy.

Now, hand it over.

No! Don't ever
point it at anybody.

Now, just hold it right there.

I'll take it real easy.

Oh, well, now don't get
any wrong ideas, ma'am.

Why, this is all a mistake.

Obviously.

And I'm the one who's made it.

Did I do something wrong?

Wrong?

Didn't anybody ever tell
you guns are dangerous?

Why, nobody ought to fool
around with these things.

Almost anything can set...

(screams)

(footsteps)

(door slams)

See what I mean?

I never thought I'd see the day

when Gil Favor takes
something lying down.

What are you talking
about? Where is he?

Peeling off the hack, I guess.

Take what laying down?

Pete.

Pete, you've got
to be reasonable.

What's going on?

Oh, Pete's just
being pig-headed.

At least I'm not
afraid of a fight.

Will somebody simmer down
and tell me what's going on?

Well, they got that Indian
chained up like a slave.

Like a wild animal and he
won't do anything to set him free.

I'm doing everything I can.

Yeah. Police, a lawyer,

now, that's a
big help, isn't it?

Well, it's the only way.

The lawyer will draw up a
complaint and get a subpoena.

Then the police can
follow up with charges.

In the meantime the
Indian sits there and rots.

And what good is
it gonna do for you

to both be in a jail
when all you got to do

is wait a few days?

A few hours is too much.

Oh, Wish, will you pound
some sense into him?

Well, it don't seem right
to just leave him there

if we can help him.

And we can.

Oh, sure.

Gun your way in
and blast him out?

Can't you get it
through your thick head?

This isn't Texas
it's Philadelphia.

And you're beginning
to fit in pretty good.

Maybe it's just as
well you're staying here

because I never wanna
work for you again.

Oh, uh...

You had a caller.

Oh.

Yeah, your sister-in-law came.

What'd she want?

Oh, well, I don't know.

She waited and then
put the children to bed

and she left, said she'd
be back in the morning.

What's this all about?

Oh, I don't know.

(lighthearted theme playing)

I'm not so sure
this is a good idea.

I didn't ask you to go along.

Somebody's gotta make sure
you don't get your head blown off.

GILLIAN: Where are you going?

Sh!

It's awful late to go out.

But where are you going?

We're going to
see a sick friend.

Yeah, he's sick. Real sick.

Don't tell your father.

No, you don't wanna
worry your daddy, do you?

No. All right.

Go on back up to bed.

All right. All right.

Well, ladies.

What are you doing up
and around at this hour?

Oh, we were thirsty.

We went to get a drink.

Both of you?

At the same time?

Well, I was awfully
thirsty, Daddy.

All right. Come
on, let's get to bed.

(mysterious theme playing)

Girls?

Where's, uh, Wishbone and Pete?

Come on, something's going
on here, I'd better know about it.

Well, they went
to see a sick friend.

Sick friend?

But they didn't
want you to worry.

And you don't have to, Daddy,

they'll be all right.

Pete took his gun with him.

Oh, no.

Do you know where your
Aunt Eleanor is staying?

At Mrs. Perkins'.
Where does she live?

Down that way.

Where down there?

Do you know the address?

Uh, Prospect St. 925.

925 Prospect...

Look, do you mind staying alone

for a little bit?

I have to go out,
it's... It's important.

Can we stay up and
keep the light on?

Yeah, sure.

Come on, Gillian,
I'll get in your bed

and you can tell me
some ghost stories.

What are you doing here?

I need your help, Eleanor.

You need my help.

Is something wrong
with the children?

Oh, no, no, they're fine

but I'll have to leave
them alone for a little bit.

Could you go over there?

I'm surprised you're
that concerned.

Eleanor, there's
no time to explain.

Could you stay with them?

Of course.

Thanks, Eleanor.

(dramatic theme playing)

(tense theme playing)

Wish.

Mr. Favor, Christmas,
I thought you were...

It's a good thing I
wasn't. Where's Pete?

Well, uh... Never
mind, I can guess.

You shouldn't have
left the kids alone.

You got any clothes for Ogalla?

He can't run through
Philadelphia in a loin cloth.

Well, no. I thought
so. Here, take these.

Look, you'd better
stick with Pete.

Keep 'em out of
trouble at least until

they get out of civilization.

You're gonna need
some more money.

Oh, no, we got money.

It's a long rough trip.

You can't take any
trains or stagecoaches.

Everybody from here to Texas
is gonna be looking for you.

Somebody's coming.

Tell Pete to hold up.

Someone's coming.

(chains rattle)

You wanna be up for murder too?

Colonel Somers!

Carl, Joe!

They've got the Indian!

Come on, let's go!

Thanks, Wish. Where are they?

That way by the gate.

That's the first
place they'll cover.

We'd better draw 'em off.

Come on.

For someone trying
to dodge trouble

you got a funny way
of funny showing it.

(horses whinny)

Let's really give them
something to keep them busy.

Try and slow 'em up a bit.

They got the Indian! Spread out!

(horses whinnying)

The horses.

They'll wreck everything!

Stop them!

The horses are getting away.

(whinnying)

Stop the horses!

(yelling)

Well, that'll keep
them busy for a while.

You know that job
you were looking for?

They could use a
good horse wrangler.

(laughs)

Look, you better get moving
and catch up with Pete.

I'll get back to the kids.

Yeah. Give 'em a big hug for me.

All right, now, this is the
way Daddy showed me.

Make sure that the colored
feather's on the outside.

Now, pull back and let go.

Good. Can I try?

Sure.

All right, now, hold it firm.

Pull back with the red
feather on the outside.

All right, now, you try it.

I wouldn't have known Gillian

when I came over last night.

Do you know how she met me?

Sliding down the banister?

It was so good to see her active

and laughing again.

I guess I have been
over-protective of them, Gil,

but the way we've been living
without a man around the house...

Well, I didn't have
to barrel in here

and find the one thing wrong

and not mention everything
else that you've done so right.

Well, it gets pretty
frightening sometimes.

When they're not your
own, somehow you feel

the responsibility even more.

I could have taken
the time to find that out.

Eleanor, the reason I left them

with you in the first place

is because I trusted you
and your love for them.

I still do.

You'll remember
that while I'm away?

I have the feeling
they'll grow up

in spite of us.

(laughs)

I'm sorry about your
disagreement with Mr. Nolan.

Pete and I have had
disagreements before.

Couldn't take a chance
on him bringing Ogalla here.

Didn't wanna involve you
and the children with Somers.

But will they get away?

I sent Wishbone after them.

He'll keep them out of trouble.

Well, girls...

Do you really have to go, Daddy?

Sooner I get back to work,

the sooner we can be together.

But when will we see you again?

I hope it won't be too long.

Say, maybe come this summer

we can talk your Aunt Eleanor

into seeing what
folks in Texas look like.

Will you, Aunt
Eleanor? Will you?

It sounds like a wonderful idea.

We'll all look forward to it.

Goodbye, Eleanor.

And thanks.

Thank you, Gil.

Just remember,

no matter how long it is

or how far apart we are

when you love someone
you're always with them.

Mister driver.

Head 'em up,

move 'em out.

(dramatic theme playing)

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin' Rollin' ♪

♪ Keep rollin',
rollin' Rollin' ♪

♪ Though the
streams Are swollen ♪

♪ Keep them dogies rollin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Through rain and
wind And weather ♪

♪ Hell-bent for leather ♪

♪ Wishin' my gal
Was by my side ♪

♪ All the things I'm missin' ♪

♪ Good vittles
Love and kissin' ♪

♪ Are waiting at
the end Of my ride ♪

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

♪ Move 'em on, head
'em up Rawhide ♪

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

♪ Cut 'em out Ride 'em in ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

♪ Rawhide! ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks)

Hyah!