Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 23 - Incident of the Comanchero - full transcript

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and 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! ♪

-(whip cracks)
-♪ Cut 'em out, ride 'em in ♪

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

-♪ Rawhide...! ♪
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

- Hyah!
-♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin'. ♪

(whip cracks twice)

♪♪

Too much, is it?

You see more life
in a graveyard.

- MAN: ♪ As I walked out ♪
- Whoa. Whoa.

-♪ In the... ♪
- Señor. Wells Fargo.



-(picking out piano melody)
-♪ Streets of Laredo... ♪

♪ As I walked out...♪

You know something, Senor
Rowdy?

- I don't like this place.
-!' In Laredo one day

There is a feeling
of death here.

Oh, not again.

Look, Hey Soos, be superstitious
on your own time, will you?

You got that wagon
to load, there.

Oh, and by the way,

be sure you check
those supplies over.

We get any weevils
in that flour,

Wishbone'll bake you for bread.

♪ A young cowboy ♪

♪ All wrapped in white linen ♪

♪ As cold as the clay ♪

♪ Oh, beat the drum slowly ♪

♪ And play a fife lowly... ♪

Got a letter of credit
here on Wells Fargo.

♪ Play a dead march ♪

-♪ As you carry me along... ♪
-$200.

Right. You got that much?

CLERK: You got anything
says who you are?

This you? Rowdy Yates?

That's right.

Well, be a minute.

- Gotta open the safe.
- ♪ Take me to the valley ♪

♪ And lay the sod o'er me ♪

♪ I'm a young cowboy... ♪

You lookin' for a drink,

the old man does the pourin'.

Oh.

Uh, you wouldn't by any chance

know anybody looking
for a job, would you?

Doing what?

Pushing cattle.

Is it your outfit?

Yeah, well, I'm ramrod of it.

Hey, mister.

Be right with you.

If you know anybody, uh...

it's a dollar a day.

That's a long day's work
for a dollar, mister.

♪ As I... ♪

There you are.

♪ As I walked out ♪

♪ In the streets of Laredo... ♪

Great, thanks.

Hey, you wouldn't by any chance
have a cook here, would you?

You're looking at him.

Well, great.

Could you fix up a meal
for three men?

Well, depends on how
reckless they're feeling,

but I'll see what we got.

♪ I spied a... ♪

Keep your voice down,
your hand away from the gun.

Turn around.

- Talking to me?
- That's right, ramrod.

I liked you better
when you were singing.

Put your money on the table.

You're going to have to work
a longer day than this for it.

I'd just as soon take it

from a dead fool's pocket.

Put it on the table.

Hey, Rowdy? Hey Soos...

Give me a hand, will you?

Calhoun, you all right?

I'm just fine.

Just leaking a little.

You stay here.
I'll get some law.

(coughs)

(groans)

I could've shot you
in the back, cowboy...

and no trouble.

What do you want me to do,
say I'm sorry?

Say it...

or not...

you're gonna be sorry

you ever...

What happened?

Who is he?

"J.D."

Oh, you sit down, Calhoun.

You look a little pale.

So do you.

What'd you say
you came to town for?

Supplies, and some cash
for trail expenses.

Well, I'll put "business.”

Get him fixed up?

Yep.

He ought to stay down
for a couple of days.

For this?

Cheaper than a funeral.

You know, I can't guarantee
mortification won't set in.

You're a cheerful fella,
aren't you?

Well, you suit yourself.

That'll be one dollar, please.

I'll get it.

(sighs)

Thank you.

- All right, sign it.
- Yeah.

Could I read it first?

Well, it's just all
the stuff you said it was.

"John Day." That's his name.

Could've been.

It's the one
he was using, anyhow.

What do you mean?
Didn't he live around here?

Sometimes... sometimes not.

He's a rough boy.

Not now.

Here you are, Sheriff.

Found a Double Eagle
in his boot.

It'll pay for the lumber
and the labor

and-and the winding cloth.

- All righty.
- Yeah.

I'll need two of you.

Al right.

Up there.

Oh, that's handy.

The regular cemetery’s
down by the church.

This is make-do, for them that's
lacking in social standing.

The ground is not blessed,
senor?

They're lucky to have
any place at all.

Oh, this not good, señor.

When the ground is not blessed,

the dead cannot sleep.

Well, I haven't had
any complaints yet.

All right, let him down.

Well, I guess that's it.

Unless you want to
say something.

Me?

SHERIFF:
Well, you killed him.

I will say a prayer for him.

You win the turkey, Hey Soos.

You do for a fact.

It is best to have respect
for the dead, senor.

Here.

I'll give him respect.

There's some flowers for him.

Now get on with it.

(speaking Spanish)

Amen.

All right, cover him up.

Sheriff, what's
the quickest way down?

Same way you came in.

Could go right over the hill
if you didn't have that wagon.

Trouble is,
we have got the wagon.

This fella...

he have any family around here?

Him? Not that I know of.

He have any friends?

You nervous?

I get kind of careful after
I've been shot, Sheriff.

Could be somebody'd
make a try for you.

You got anybody in mind?

SHERIFF:
He ran with a rough crowd.

Could be one of 'em
might make it personal.

Yeah.

Come on, we got a wagon to load.

They're gettin' mighty spooky,
Mr. Favor.

Yeah.

I can think of about eight
or ten things I'd rather do

than head off
a stampede tonight.

Any night.

Well, it'll be all right.

Long as it doesn't
hit any closer.

Rowdy's coming in
with the wagon.

Well, that's nice.

Who's your replacement?

Well, that new fella.

I'll send him up.

FAVOR:
Enjoy yourself?

ROWDY:
Yeah, we had a little delay.

Three days!

You call that a little delay?

Well, Calhoun got shot.

FAVOR:
Oh.

Fella named John Day
made a try for the money.

I had to kill him.

Oh.

My mistake.

The money.

How's Calhoun?

He seemed all right at first,

but he seems to not

be too good right now.

What's the trouble, Lou?

My arm's kind of swelling up.

Yeah. I want Wishbone
to take a look at it.

- Hey Soos, help him down.
- Si, Senor.

Mushy, give a hand.

I'll get my horse down
at the remuda.

Oh, there's a new man
down at the remuda line.

Tell him he's due
to relieve Quince.

New man?

Yeah, I hired him on
this morning.

Name of Rivers.
Works like a good one.

All rightie.

- Rivers?
- Yes?

You're due to relieve Jim Quince
whenever you're ready.

I'm ready right now...

(thunder crashes)

Mr. Ramrod.

Say, Rowdy, it is the man
you killed.

(thunder crashes)

RIVERS: I As I walked out in
the streets of Laredo...!

Cooking wine.

Give me that!

I wasn't gonna drink it,
Mr. Wishbone.

Mighty well told you wasn't.

Does it hurt real bad?

Did you ever know anything
that hurt real good?

Hey, Wish.

Hang onto that.

(thunder crashes)

How is he?

He's a long way from good,
and I think it's mortifying.

Do everything you can.

Mr. Favor.

Hey, you look a little beat.
You'd better get some sleep.

Yeah. Look, that new man
you hired,

the one who calls himself
Rivers?

What do you mean, calls himself?

Ain't that his name?

I don't know.

There something I ought to know
about him, you tell me.

Well, what is it?

Well... I don't know.

Maybe nothing, but I'd feel
a lot better about it

if you'd let him go.

You want me to fire him?

That's right.

Got a reason?

I'm asking you.
That's reason enough.

Sorry, with the herd and all,

I need every man I got
and twice that.

I know that,
and I'm still asking you.

Fair enough.

Give me a good reason.

Back in Elvis, the man I killed,
John Day?

You had no other way to go.
Don't let it ride you.

Did I say I was letting
it ride me?

You don't have to.

I can tell
when you get that look.

Look, when I looked at Rivers
down at the remuda,

I thought I was looking
at John Day, you hear?

Yeah, I heard.

Well, maybe...

maybe it could be the same man.

How long since you had
your head down?

You think I'm seeing things,
don't you?

I think you're a little tired.

I think you made a mistake.

Well, Hey Soos was right there.

He saw the same thing I did.
You think he's fired, too?

Afraid that's what I do think.

A lot of people look alike.

You see a man once in
the firelight...

(thunder crashes)

(cattle bellow)

Stampede! Everybody out!
Come on! Move!

Ho! Ho!

Mushy, help me put him down.

Easy, easy.

Put that pillow back there.

(thunder crashes)

Better get a couple of horses
and get out and help them.

What about Mr. Calhoun?

Nothing we can do to hurt
or help him now.

Hyah! (whistles)

Ho!

Head 'em into that draw!

Into the draw!

Swing "em! Swing 'em in!
Swing 'em that way!

Ho!

You head off that bunch.

Yes, sir.

Hold up that bunch over there!

Stop 'em!

(horse whinnies)

Mushy. Mushy!

Sure obliged, Mr. Favor.

You're lucky
you're not hoof jelly.

I'll fetch my horse.

Get close to those rocks.

You stay on the ground.
But get back to camp.

Yes, sir.

RIVERS: ♪ As I walked out in
the streets of Laredo ♪

♪ As I walked out in
Laredo one day ♪

♪ I spied a poor cowboy ♪

♪ Dressed up in white linen ♪

♪ Dressed up in white linen ♪

♪ As cold as the clay ♪

♪ Beat the drum slowly ♪

♪ And play the fife lowly ♪

♪ Play the dead march ♪

♪ As you carry me along ♪

♪ Take me to... ♪

What?

♪ The green valley... ♪

What?

What do you want?

I just came to see you.

No... no.

You're dead! You're dead!

No! No!

I'm sorry, Mr. Calhoun,
I really am.

(thunder rumbles)

Check him over good.

I'll be going back now.

Oh, just a minute, Rivers.

How'd you happen to be here?

My horse threw a shoe.

When I came back
to the remuda line,

I heard a cry for help.

When I got here,
the man was dead. Why?

Oh, nothing, except, uh...

Except, uh...?

Well, there's some concern
about who you are.

For a dollar a day
you do not get a pedigree.

I signed on to herd cattle.

I am herding cattle.

If that doesn't suit you,

I can be lashed up and gone
in ten minutes.

Now...

Not a mark on him.

Must have been the poison
got to his heart.

All right, Rivers,
you can get on back to the herd.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

What's the count?

Still a couple hundred head shy.

It could be worse.

If that lightning had ever
touched off this grass,

we'd have had us
a real barbecue.

You better go on and eat.

We'll move out as soon
as everybody's had chow.

We still got a little
unfinished business, you know?

About Rivers?

Yeah, about Rivers.

Well, I ain't a-gonna fire him,

not for looking
like somebody else.

I don't know but what he isn't
the same man.

At least maybe a brother
or something.

All right, all right,
suppose this John Day

does have a brother
that's named Rivers

and he's out looking for you.

You really figure that firing
him is gonna do any good?

Where would you rather have him,

here with the herd where
you can keep an eye on him

or up in the hills where
he can take a potshot at ya?

Well, maybe you're right.

Yeah, well, during the year,

I'm bound to hit one
or two right.

Law of averages, you know?

Yeah, I'll eat.

Oh, Rowdy, there's something
you ought to know.

- What's that?
- Calhoun's dead.

What? How?

It was the poison in him.

Hit his heart, that's all.

You sure?

Wishbone looked him over
real good.

Outside of his shoulder,
twarn't a mark on him.

- Mr. Favor!
- Yeah?!

You're in luck, fellas.

Farmer back here found
some of our beeves.

Well, all right!

You go on and eat.

Mr. Favor, Mr. Mayhew.

Pleased to meet you.
Gil Favor.

I'm much obliged, sir.

So am I.

Listen, let's gather 'em up
with the herd,

then we'll go into camp.

- Good morning, Mr. Ramrod.
- Rivers.

Yes, Mr. Ramrod?

Who are you?

Why, you just call me my name--
Rivers.

A good way to remember it is

think of something
you have yet to cross.

(clicks tongue)

WISHBONE:
Move along here.

Ain't got all morning
to serve you fellas breakfast.

No corn bread this morning?

No! No corn bread.

And no
Christmas puddin', neither!

When have I had any time
to do any baking?

Hey, Wishbone!

I hear you was out
chasing cattle last night.

Well, I wasn't
lettin' 'em stampede,

like some I know that calls
themselves drovers.

Aw, now, don't you
bad-eye me, Wishbone.

I'll climb out
of this saddle and get you.

Yeah, why don't you climb
out of that saddle.

Your brain needs some rest.

Yeah, come on, come on!

You'd look real good
in an iron hat.

Why, you little weasel, I was
only joking with you.

How's grub?

Well, get in line and find out.

Mushy, put aside a good plate of
leftovers for Mr. Quince.

Here, you step right up here.

I got a nice extra piece of ham
in there for you.

Same for you, Toothless.

Leastwise, they're scrambled.

Here you are, Rowdy.

Just gonna be lucky if I have
anything left for you.

Senor Rowdy...

Yeah, what is it, Hey Soos?

Senor, at the remuda just now,
I saw him again.

El Muerto.

He looked at me and smiled,

and I felt the hand of death
on my heart.

Hey Soos, the El Muerto--
death walking around--

there is no such thing.

There can't be.

But there is, Senor.

I know such things.

Even in my own village.

I told you the dead do not sleep
in ground that is not blessed.

Would be one answer:
He's got to be Day's brother.

But even
the clothes are alike, Senor.

Buy clothes
like that in any town.

Besides, I'm the one
he's after, Hey Soos.

You're in the clear; you don't
have a thing to worry about.

You didn't kill Day.

Neither did Senor Calhoun,
and he is dead.

Yeah. Of blood poisoning.

Look, Rivers is
just like any other man--

you cut him
and he's gonna bleed.

FAVOR:
Rowdy...

Rowdy, this is Sam Mayhew.

He was good enough to bring back
some of our steers.

This is Rowdy Yates, our ramrod.

- Howdy.
- Nice to see ya.

I, uh, happen to mention
John Day to Mr. Mayhew.

He knew him.

Oh, yeah?

Well, I know
his pa and ma better.

They had a place near mine,
down at the Bitterroot.

That was before the war.

And you don't have anything to
worry about anymore,

as far as John Day's
brother's concerned.

How do you mean?

He didn't have a brother.

Now, there was another boy.

Uh, his twin,
as a matter of fact.

But he died.

Y-You sure about this?

Yes, sirree.

He got himself hurt pretty bad
in a shootin' fight.

Purty near blowed his arm off.

He made his way home somehow,
and died a day or two later,

but I saw him in his coffin;
I helped put him in his grave,

so I'm one to be sure.

Say, Wishbone's burning
some eggs over there.

You interested?

I'm always interested
where there's food.

Thanks again.

Think nothing of it.

Well, I guess you can sleep with
both eyes shut tight now.

Yeah, except there's only
one thing about it.

What?

If Rivers isn't Day's brother,
then who is he?

Two men who look alike.

A coincidence, that's all.

Either that
or I hired on a spook.

Is that what you think?

(mutters)

I don't know what I think.

He said
I'd fry up a couple eggs.

Well, if you want any eggs,

you can tell him
he can cook "em.

Well... spread as big as this,

look like they could spare
a couple of eggs.

We're not herding chickens,
mister, we're herding beeves.

Now just move along.

Well... uh...

Wishbone...

got a couple of eggs for me?

Right away, Mr. Favor.

Me and my friend.

Uh...

I am the resurrection
and the life.

"He that believeth in me,
although he be dead, shall live,

and everyone that believeth in
me shall not die forever.”

Lord, have mercy on his soul.

Amen.

Hey Soos, spade him in.

Si.

Senor Rowdy, look.

Flowers...

the same as Senor Calhoun
threw into the grave.

But we...

You're sweating, Mr. Ramrod.

Standing in
the cold air, sweating.

What's the matter?
Your conscience bothering you?

About what?

How would I know?

Who are you?

I told you before: Rivers.

Yeah, something I gotta cross.

That right?

That's right.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm ready
to cross that right now.

No, Senor Rowdy, no.

I like your style, Mr. Ramrod.

For a man that's sweating,
you stand pretty firm.

I'm almost going to be sorry
to take you.

You ain't gonna take me just
standing there talking about it.

I'm not going
to take you at all.

Not now.

Maybe you ain't gonna have
no choice about that, Rivers.

When the time comes, you'll die.

Meanwhile, just sweat,
like you're doing.

You ain't going nowhere.

Senor Rowdy...!

Where'd you get that?

Don't push it, Mr. Ramrod.

(yells)

(groans, gasps)

First... first, Senor Calhoun...

then me...

now, there-there is only... you.

♪♪

(wind whistling)

Kinda private, aren't ya?

Hey Soos come to yet?

Oh, the same.

Still unconscious.

What do you expect got into him,
running off like that?

Probably got tired
of your cooking.

Huh. Looks like he's not
the only one.

I wasn't hungry;
that all right with you?

You can starve to death,
for all I care.

Oh, I know
what's wrong with you.

You're what's
bothering me, Wishbone.

No, it's Hey Soos being hurt

and Calhoun,
the way he died and all...

well, that's just the way it is
out here-- men die.

Of course, I know
we'd be a lot better off,

and live a lot longer,

if we was holed up
in some nice little town

with a nicey-nice little job,

and eating our porridge
and drinking our tea

and hiding under the bed
when the wind comes up.

But we're not, we're drovers,

and there's dying
mixed up in it,

and if we can't
face that, well...

we just shouldn't
ought to be drovers.

MUSHY:
Mr. Wishbone! Mr. Wishbone!

Hey Soos is coming to.

Well, it's about time
we had some good news.

(grunts, coughs)

Just take it easy now, Hey Soos.

Senor Favor, my apology.

You do like Wishbone says--
take it easy.

Ain't nothin' to apologize for.

You're gonna be all right.

WISHBONE:
Sure you are.

Mushy, bring us some of
that broth over there.

Little broth down you,
you'll be fine.

HEY SOOS:
Oh, I am a foolish man.

What was the idea, anyway?

I-I... I was trying
to run away, Senor.

The... the faster
you run from death,

the quicker it catches you.

Here, now,
take a little of this.

It'll do you good.

No.

Gracias, Señor Wishbone...

but death is waiting.

One does not escape it
with a cupful of broth.

Usually when a man comes out of
a thing like this, that's it.

He's better, but I don't know.

RIVERS: ♪ As I walked out
in the streets of Laredo... ♪

♪ As I walked out
in Laredo one day ♪

♪ I spied a young cowboy ♪

♪ Wrapped up... ♪

♪ In white linen ♪

♪ Wrapped up in white linen... ♪

♪ As cold as the clay. ♪

(sings melody)

(stops singing)

Rowdy.

Hey, what are you up to?

Putting on my gun.

What's it look like?

A man as smart as you,
Mr. Favor, could see that.

(grunts) Well, what are you
gonna do with that thing?

Go out and, uh,
win the West?

Have a little talk with Rivers,
that's all.

You mean to tell me you still
think he's Dave's brother?

I don't know who he is,
but I'm gonna find out.

I'm gonna have
a little talk with him.

Why you?

Well, because Calhoun's dead,

and Hey Soos the way he is,

the spinning wheel's
just turning to me, that's all.

I still can't figure out

why you got to turn gunfighter
all of a sudden.

A gunfighter, ramrod,
it doesn't make any difference.

I'm gonna face up to him.

Not on my drive.

On your drive or off of it.

Now, look, for the last time...

Rivers.

Rivers!

What can I do for you,
Mr. Ramrod?

I'm sick of you around here.

I'm sick of the way
you make me feel.

I told you it would happen
when it happens.

You can't push it.

I'm pushing it;
I'm pushing it right now.

You really want to die
that badly?

You'll just have to wait.

I said right now.

You barehanded and me like this?

You'd like
that little lead bandage,

wouldn't you, Mr. Ramrod?

You take that glove off.

No. Someday...

Someday but not now.

All talk.

Couldn't even draw a gun.

Why? What did you want?

I wanted you to...

think...

and wait...

until you got
so tired of waiting

that you'd draw your gun
and pull the trigger.

You killed somebody
that can't draw back,

and they'll hang you for it,
Mr. Ramrod,

with a rope around the neck

with a lawman
to spring the trap.

You ask what I wanted?

You twisting
on the end of a rope.

That's what I wanted.

Who are you anyway?

Well, three times asking

rates a true answer.

Day is the name.

Jim Day.

The man you killed
was my brother.

Your brother?

He carried...

born...

and raised together.

I guess you hadn't heard of me.

We heard of you.

We heard you were dead.

(chuckles)

And so I was, Mr. Favor.

For five long years.

Dead and buried.

What are you talking about?

The night
I got this half blown off,

a man got killed.

A man with a badge.

I didn't do it.

But I was there.

I knew they'd be looking
for me hard.

We figured the only sure way
to call off the dogs

was if I was dead and buried.

And that's what they did,

my pa and John.

(choking noises)

They put me in a box,

asked the neighbors in

for a quick look by candlelight

with me just as pale as wax,

as still as death.

Then they put the lid
on the box,

and they carried me out.

Then they buried me.

There's a sound to hear, friend.

Dirt.

Hitting your coffin-top.

Once you hear that sound,

nothing in this world

ever sounds the same.

They buried me shallow.

They dug me up quick.

As soon as the neighbors left.

I left immediately after.

On the books, I was dead.

(chuckles)

And I'll tell you
something funny.

I felt dead.

Five long years

on the move, mister.

And every hour
of every day of that time,

I felt like a dead man.

I missed him.

I mean my brother.

Last month,

I got a letter saying...

meet him in Alvis.

We were gonna go...

out West together.

To Oregon county.

You know what that meant?

It meant...

It meant I had a chance
to come alive again.

And you know
what it meant to me?

To get there

and find him shot dead?

Your brother had a gun on me.

So I read, Mr. Ramrod.

So I read
in the sheriff's office.

And that's when I knew

that if there was gonna be
any justice at all,

I'd have to make it myself.

One hand against two.

I still might have
gotten you somehow,

but I wanted something more.

I wanted you to hang
for killing me.

You really think
you could get me to draw on you?

I figured you might

if you were half scared
to death.

(chuckles)

That's what I set out to do.

My brother's clothes,

what I learned

from asking questions.

A song,

some flowers.

They believed your story,
Mr. Ramrod,

the sheriff,

the rest of them,

but we know better, don't we?

The story I told them,
that's what happened.

The way you told it was a lie!

You killed my brother!

And no one asked
the right or wrong of it!

Someone got themselves killed,
they said.

Who was it?

John Day.

He was a hot enough case.

Chances are he had it coming.

You say he tried to rob you,
friend?

We'll put it down like you said,
and good riddance to him.

Dig him a hole up on the hill

with the stray cats and dogs,

and throw him a handful
of sunflowers as a joke.

Cover him up,
and forget him.

Well, it's not that easy,
Mr. Ramrod!

It's not that easy!

There's your ghost, Hey Soos.

Kind of like he bleeds
like any other man.

Let him go.

This kind of hate
can only hurt himself.

♪♪

Leg out back.

Drill square up ahead
all the way to the White River.

How you doing?

I'm fine, I guess.

Hey Soos?

Yeah, he's all right.

Good.

Say, uh...

You know, boss, I'm...

really sorry about last night.

Yeah, let-let's not make
a habit of that, huh?

(chuckles)

You know,
all I can say is that, uh,

ever since I saw Rivers
that night,

I just ain't been thinking
too clear,

that's all.

Forget it.

You know,
he said something about,

uh, being scared half to death.

He was right.

Even when I was calling him,

I was half scared to death.

That what's troubling you?

Well, wouldn't it you?

You stood up, didn't you?

You don't seem to realize...

to stand up when you're
half scared to death,

that's the only time it counts.

Hey, come on,
we got a herd to move.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them dogies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Rawhide...! ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks twice)