Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 25 - Incident of the Black Ace - 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)
♪ ♪
Hey, boss.
What are they stopping for?
That's a good question.
I sure don't like
the sound of this.
(horses approaching)
You deaf or what?
I said we'd push
straight through.
Well, Mr. Wishbone doesn't like
the sound of that axle,
- Mr. Favor.
- What's wrong?
It don't squeak right.
I got another I can put in.
Not till we reach Guilla Flats.
I can't stop the drive now.
Mr. Favor, you are in charge
of those knot-headed cows,
but I'm in charge
of these wagons,
and I don't mean to break down
out here
in the middle of nowhere,
because if I break an axle,
I'll probably break a wheel,
and I don't have a spare.
Now give me something
to prop this thing up with.
Be nightfall
before they can get going.
More than likely.
Those Comanches come in,
they won't have a chance.
Those Comanches come back
and we're still here,
most likely none of us
will have a chance.
Get back to the herd.
I ain't gonna get back there
till Wish gets
his wagon rollin'.
Go on, Rowdy, go on.
I got a funny way
of looking at things.
I never seen a cow yet
that was worth a man's life.
Mushy, get me some wire
up front there.
Maybe I can wire this axle
so it'll hold together
till Guilla Flats.
We'll catch up with you.
See that you do.
Boy, Mr. Favor sure is upset.
Just get the wire.
Yes, sir.
What'd you back down
from him for?
Somebody had to back down,
and he's the boss.
Anyway, he's right.
What do you mean he's right?
He's not right if he...
What happens
if you lose that wheel?
It's up to me to see I don't.
Well, if you do,
you're gonna be a prime pelt
on a Comanche lodge pole.
Well, I'd mighty well rather
a Comanche skin me
than Mr. Favor.
Boy, you sure are lucky
that you're the ramrod.
Anybody else cross him
like that,
and he'd kick him wall-eyed.
Ramrod, huh.
All that is is a title
with no duties.
Ramrod's just some stupid boob
that no one even listened to.
Well, this stupid boob's
getting sick of it.
(screaming distantly):
Help!
Rowdy...
Help!
...you hear something?
Help!
You there!
Wait!
Was he riding that horse,
Mr. Wishbone,
or trying to get off of it?
You got me.
Hold it!
I need a doctor!
I need a doctor!
Either he's lost his mind
or I just have.
Sure ain't much of a rider.
Help!
Reign him in!
Help!
He's coming again.
(crashing, whinnying)
Oh, I'm...
I'm terribly sorry.
♪ ♪
Lord, now what?
Well, they heard this fellow
yelling for a doctor,
but it looks like
he's about all done in.
Give me that black goop
and a spoon.
You hold up his head.
What happened?
Come on, mister.
Take it easy; it's good for you.
Good?
One more ought to do it.
Do what?
Cure you.
But I'm not sick.
You are, too.
You came in here yelling
for a doctor.
But not for me.
What'd you say?
I said I don't need a doctor
for me; I'm fine.
Who are you, mister?
Oh, I'm, uh, Morris G. Stevens.
I'm a philologist.
I, uh, study languages.
What kind of languages?
Indian.
Pueblo, Comanche.
You know, you would never
believe this.
It's fantastic,
but do you know there are
no Comanche dictionaries?
Well, I'll be.
So, uh, I came out here
to compile one.
What for?
Oh, so people could, uh,
communicate with the tribesmen.
Mr. Stevens,
if you opened your mouth
to speak to a Comanche,
you'd have your throat slit
before you got two words out.
Well, maybe not
if they understood the words.
I think it's important
for people
to understand people.
Well, I think you ought
to practice what you preach.
You came barreling in here
hollering for a doctor,
and now you say you're not sick.
All right, who is sick?
Oh, what's the matter with me?
I wasn't even thinking.
It's for Lame Bear.
Lame Bear?
The Comanche chief?
Well, uh,
not exactly for Lame Bear.
It's for his son.
FAVOR:
Mr. Stevens,
how in the name
of all that is holy
would you know
that Lame Bear even had a son?
The Pueblos told me.
The Pueblos?
Yeah, that's where I've been
for the past couple of months,
living with the Pueblos.
Uh, until they moved out.
They moved out?
Yeah. Uh, see, they didn't want
to be caught in a fight
between the Comanches
and the whites.
You see,
Lame Bear's medicine man,
he told Lame Bear to kill
every white soldier and settler
between here and the border
if his son died.
W-What do the whites got to do
with all this?
I don't know.
Pueblos didn't know either.
So, uh, well, I thought
I'd go out looking for a doctor
to take a look at the boy.
So, I headed for Guilla Flats,
and that's when I ran
into the herd.
Well, if this Comanche medicine
man's got them all stirred up,
we got about as much chance
as a flea in a frying pan.
Yeah, well,
here's what I suggest.
How's the axle, Wish?
It's all wired, Mr. Favor.
Yeah, well,
here's what I suggest.
You got room for him
in the wagon?
- Yeah.
- Say, boss, uh,
the Rogers Trail is only
about half a day away from here.
We could veer west
and go over there.
Miss the Comanche country
all together.
We're going north
to Guilla Flats.
Let's move.
Well, come on.
What were you gonna suggest,
Mr. Stevens?
Huh?
Oh, nothing.
Just that we head north
for Guilla Flats.
Giddy up.
♪ ♪
See our little red brothers
over there?
Yeah.
I wonder it feels like
to be scalped.
I imagine it do smart some.
Well, I just can't
figure it out.
What's that?
Why Mr. Favor didn't take
the old Rogers Trail.
It's not that far away.
I'm afraid that's my fault,
Toothless.
Why's that?
I recommended it to him.
(exhales)
Isn't that wonderful.
What's that, Mr. Stevens?
The air.
Go on, take a deep breath.
What do you smell?
Cows.
No, no, no, well, cows, yes,
but something else.
You mean that dead polecat.
You got a peculiar idea
of what's wonderful.
Mr. Wishbone,
don't you smell the promise?
The challenge?
Nope, just the polecat.
Well, I do.
I've never smelled it
anywhere else before.
Not in the east,
certainly not in Europe.
You've been in Europe,
Mr. Stevens?
A few times.
Travelling salesman?
No.
No, I was nothing.
But one day I said to myself,
"Morris, if you want to make
a success out of your life,
you better start right now.”
So, I came West,
and I said to myself,
"Where am I needed?
What can I do
that would be important?"
And the answer came to me
like a flash from God.
Indians.
Communications.
The last fella I knew
who tried to communicate with
a Comanche got his ears docked.
Oh, yes, Mr. Wishbone.
Did he try to communicate
with words or with guns?
Really, you fellas don't realize
what a wonderful language
Comanche is.
Listen.
Fluf arch.
I'd be jiggered.
Go on, say it.
Fluf arch.
"Fluf arsh.”
Well, fluf arch to you, too.
(laughing):
That means "Happy days.”
Is that right?
That's right.
Fluf arsh to you, Mr. Wishbone.
Oh, fluf...
Why, no, it's a small thing,
but think what it would mean
to a Comanche.
Well, I'm so tired, I can
hardly keep my eyes open.
Here, Mushy, you take 'em.
Oh, oh, please.
May I drive, Mr. Wishbone,
please?
- Why?
- Oh, I don't know.
So I could feel kind of...
useful.
All right. Just be careful
you don't fall into any...
(rattling)
(sighs)
...any chuckholes.
What did I do?
He must've broke a wheel.
Or as we say in Comanche,
"Fluf arch."”
Out of the wagon.
Oh, uh, gee, Mr. Favor,
I'm terribly sorry.
I-I was just driving along.
I don't know what happened.
WISHBONE: Don't blame him.
I warned you.
Look at that wheel.
Oh, I-I'm terribly sorry.
Yeah.
The sun'll be down
in a couple hours.
We might as well stop here.
Guilla can't be more
than a mile off.
Would you please tell me what's
so important about Guilla?
There's an army detachment
there.
I'm gonna ask
for cavalry protection.
You think the cavalry's
gonna ride along
and nursemaid
these bunch of cows?
It might.
Haven't done it before.
We're going in the supply wagon
and pick up a wheel.
Oh, Mr. Stevens, you'll come
with us, too, please.
Oh, oh, well.
Oh, oh, fine, Mr. Favor,
I'll be glad to help.
No, thank you.
Not to help, to stay.
Uh... uh, stay in Guilla?
That's right.
But aren't the Comanche villages
still north of here?
Uh-huh.
Oh, well,
then if you don't mind, I'd,
I'd rather stay with you.
Mr. Stevens, I cannot
be responsible for you.
Please. If you don't mind,
if I could just talk
to these people.
No, no, no!
No?
Rowdy, bed down the herd.
I'm going into town
for a wheel.
Should be back
in two, three hours.
And triple the night watch.
I can't let it end like this.
Not after coming so far
and getting so close.
Yeah.
Bed 'em down, move 'em out,
head 'em up.
That guy's back riding
drag again.
There must be a way.
A ramrodin'.
Mr. Yates, you've got
to help me.
Help you?
All you have to do is make
Mr. Favor understand
how important this is to me.
You want me
to make Mr. Favor understand?
Got to get to the Comanche
villages somehow.
Stevens, I can't even
help myself
more or less some
wet-eared, phil, phil...
Philologist.
Idiot like yourself.
Now get out of here
and leave me alone will ya?
But, uh, Mr. Yates...
♪ ♪
Evacuation.
Probably army orders.
See if you
can pick up a wheel.
Then pick us up here.
All right, Morris,
end of the line.
(laughs)
Well, I like that
wild sense of humor.
Friend, I haven't
got enough troops
to escort you across
the street.
What men are left
in my detachment
will be falling back south
to cover the evacuation.
I suggest you do the same.
If Lame Bear's son dies...
What's the matter with him?
Hard to say.
Consumption maybe.
Why do they blame
the whites?
Well, because the government
took him away from his tribe.
Somebody with a bright idea.
Nice little boy, too.
Smart as a whip.
Ten, 11...
Anyway, they told Lame Bear
they'd give Gray Pony
the education he deserved.
Send him back a great,
wise chief.
And the medicine man said no.
And the medicine man said no.
He said the white men
would kill him.
But Lame Bear said
he trusted the white men.
So after about six months
the boy began to go down hill.
Every doctor in Washington
took a look at him.
Nothing.
So his father said if the boy
was going to die...
he'd like to have him
die in his own tent.
So they brought him back.
Mr. Favor, why don't you
have Mr. Wishbone
take a look at him?
(scoffs)
Wishbone.
Well, he has some strange herbs.
Mister, there isn't anything
in this world anybody can do.
I don't believe that.
Look, if I could just talk...
Captain Ross, could you please
arrange passage south
for Mr. Stevens?
Sure can. There's wagon trains
going out all night.
Mr. Favor, why won't you
let me help?
Because I don't wanna see
your scalp hangin'
from some Comanche belt.
Good luck, Morris.
Good luck to you too,
Mr. Favor.
(cows mooing)
Come on, haze 'em in there.
Keep 'em in.
Just been upfront, I heard
we're swinging east some.
Ah.
Well?
We got one more chance
to take the Rodger's Trail.
Now why won't you take it?
Rodger's Trail is closed
from Taylorville to the river
with landslides.
It's not closed.
I just talked to a trapper
who came out of there
not two weeks ago.
Yeah, well, um,
one lone trapper
and 3,000 steers
don't look at a trail
exactly the same way.
Will you at least let me
ride over there,
take a look for myself?
Be a waste of time.
Rodger's Trail is closed
this time of the year.
Least ways to a herd
the size of ours.
Now it's getting on to noon.
You go tell Wishbone
we'll take a break.
♪ ♪
Mushy, will you stop
messing with that spoiled dough
and throw it out?
(laughs)
Mr. Stevens.
Golly, Mr. Stevens,
I didn't know you was here.
Oh, it, it's all right.
Really, it's all right.
Oh, Mr. Favor.
How did you get away from Ross?
Well, when he was busy ...
walked all the way back
to the herd
and I hid in the chuck wagon.
Now believe me, Mr. Favor.
I know what I'm doing.
If I could just establish
contact with Lame Bear.
Lame Bear? You lamebrain.
All right, all right.
I give up.
You go on out
and you get yourself killed.
I don't care, ya hear?
I wash my hands of you,
ya hear?
Yes, I hear.
You get that cleaned up
all right?
Oh, as good as new.
Too bad the Comanche
didn't see that.
They might have laughed
themselves to death.
(chuckles)
I doubt that.
Say, Mr. Stevens, um...
about yesterday, the way
I climbed on ya, I'm sorry.
Oh, I had it coming.
Must have sounded pretty silly,
me wanting to meet
with the Comanche.
Are they very far away
from us now?
They're near.
That's what's got everybody
SO jumpy.
Everybody except you that is.
Well, with me it's uh...
ignorance is bliss.
It can be a pretty touchy
situation.
You know, a war party like that
could wipe out a crew
like this in an hour.
Maybe even less.
You'd do things differently
if you were trail boss, huh?
Yeah, I sure would.
Well, someday.
It better be soon.
I'm about ready to explode.
Why?
Uh...
being ramrod is kind of a...
funny job.
I don't have too much pride
in a job like this.
Why don't you
do something about it?
I can tell you positively,
Mr. Yates,
there is no worse torture
for a man
than to have contempt
for his own role in life.
I can also tell you
it's a problem
that can be very easily solved.
I know because, uh...
I solved mine.
You had problems?
Well, you know
Cyrano De Bergerac?
Oh, yeah, yeah, he's a stubby
little fellow.
Used be head wrangler
at the Clarogal ranch?
(chuckles) No, no, this
particular fellow happened
to be a Frenchman.
Oh, one of them frog eaters.
Frog eater, yeah.
Well, anyway, Cyrano was a man
with two absolutely incompatible
characteristics:
he was a poet
and he had a long nose.
See? You smiled.
You couldn't help it.
A long nose is just funny.
But it wasn't funny to Cyrano.
Inside, he was
a very handsome man.
He was a poet.
Well, I, too, happen
to be like Cyrano.
I have a long nose.
Oh, I-l don't mean this one.
I mean, I just happen
to look comical.
I make people laugh.
(chuckles)
I don't know why.
But inside...
I'm a knight looking
for a maiden to save.
You know what would happen
to me if I happen
to have a duel with a villain?
My pants would fall down
I bet they would at that.
No question about it.
Yes, and I'll tell you
something else.
My family; actors; Shakespeare.
Oh, those beautiful words.
"Looks at not like the king,
"Mark it, Horatio.
It would be spoke.”
Barnardo-- my debut.
When I entered the stage,
the lights got in my eyes.
And I walked straight
into the pit.
Fell headfirst into
the bass drum.
The audience laughed.
They laughed.
They never stopped laughing.
But you stayed on the stage,
huh?
No, no, I-l got a job
in the circus.
I was a clown.
Oh. I always had a weakness
for circuses.
Maybe I saw your act somewhere.
I wonder.
It's very funny.
I fell headfirst into
a bass drum.
No, I never caught that.
(chuckles)
You would have laughed.
I did that act from
Bombay to Boston...
from Pittsburgh to Paris.
Then one day a strange
thing happened to me.
I began to feel afraid
of dying.
Oh, not dying exactly, but...
of being dead.
I began to think, "Suppose
at the end there was a book...
"and the only word next
to Morris G. Stephens...
was 'clown.
That's when you quit, huh?
No, this is when
I started to study.
Oh, I love languages.
And... I studied all about
the Indian history,
and I began to see how much
help they really needed.
How much help, God willing,
I might be able to provide.
And then I quit.
Mr. Yates, it was like
growing six-feet taller.
Yeah, I'll bet it was.
You know what, you know what
I always wanted to do?
What?
I always wanted
to be a surveyor.
Wonderful.
Yeah, I wanted, I wanted
to survey new trails
in new countries.
The best trails.
The H trails.
Yeah, well, maybe.
I always had a little feeling
towards pathfinding.
I always could scout out
a path
like a dowser scouts out water.
Well, why don't you do it?
You know something?
That's exactly what
I'm gonna do.
Mr. Yates, where you going?
I'm gonna find a trail
west of this
Comanche country, that's what.
Now?
I'll be back before
we move out.
I'll prove the Rogers'
trail's open,
then I quit this lousy job.
But Mr. Yates!
I didn't mean now.
Where is Señor Rowdy going?
Oh, uh, to overlook
the herd, I guess.
Oh.
Say, Hey Soos, have you seen
Mr. Favor around?
He's not here.
Señor Clay came back and said
that there was something up
ahead that he should see.
Straight up the trail?
Si, Señor.
Hey Soos, would you mind
saddling a horse for me?
(speaks Spanish)
Of course.
Gracias.
Well.
Comanche.
Well, all the fun begins.
There was one funny thing,
though.
Did you notice those tracks
out in front?
What about 'em?
Well, I couldn't make out
more than three sets.
Now that's not much
of a raiding party.
Might be the boy's still alive.
A few of the young bucks
jumped the gun.
Yeah, maybe.
STEPHENS:
Whoa!
Mr. Favor, what happened?
Just what does it look like
happened, Mr. Stephens?
Comanches?
Very good! That's right.
You shouldn't be out on
the trail alone, mister.
There's no telling
where they're gonna hit next.
Well, as a matter of fact,
I wanted to talk to Mr. Favor.
You see, I might have been
the inadvertent cause...
Oh, say, we'd better
send somebody back to Guilla.
What I'm trying to say is...
Oh, you want me to go?
No, no, I'll send Rowdy.
Send Rowdy where?
Back to tell Ross
what's happened.
Ross?
What is the matter with you?
Oh, me?
Nothing.
Look, Mr. Stephens,
I'm probably going
to regret this,
but I have to ask you
to do something for me.
Oh, yes, sir?
It's not complicated,
but it is important, all right?
Yes, sir, yes, sir.
I want you to go back
to the herd...
Yes, sir.
Wait a minute.
Yes, sir?
I want you to go back
to the herd and tell Rowdy
what's happened here.
And tell him that the boy
may not be dead yet,
but that he's probably
close to it
and to catch Ross before
he pulls out.
All right?
Mr. Favor...
Do you think you can handle it,
Mr. Stephens?
Yes, sir. Yes, I think I can.
Would you please hurry?
Oh, yes, sir.
Thank you, Mr. Favor.
Yes, sir.
Wish, you ready to go?
As soon as I hitch up
the team.
Stephens get here all right?
Yeah, he told us all about
the cabin and then lit out.
Lit out? Lit out for where?
To Guilla.
Guilla?!
Yeah, he said you told him
to warn Captain Ross.
I told him to tell Rowdy
to warn Ross.
I thought it was kind of funny
you'd send him off
on a thing like that.
- Where is Rowdy?
- Search me.
He's with the herd,
I think, Señor.
- I'll get him.
- No, no, wait a minute, Quince.
Wish, you pick yourself up
a horse and come with me.
If we come across Stephens,
you can bring him on back
while I go to Guilla.
Quince, tell Rowdy
to move the herd out.
- Right.
- And Quince,
tell him to keep moving
whether we get back or not.
I don't want to waste
any more men, understand?
Yeah, yeah, I understand.
Stephens?
Howdy, Mr. Favor.
I thought for a minute
that might be Captain Ross.
The army all gone?
They sure have.
And from the looks of things,
I'd say they left in
quite a hurry.
Maybe the telegraph.
Dead.
Now that ought to be easy
to fix.
Look, I'll go take a look
at the wire.
Mr. Favor.
(speaks Comanche)
(continues in Comanche)
Wishbone.
(man replies in Comanche
That little nut really can
talk Comanche.
Everything's all right.
Brave Pony is still alive.
Well, how does that make
everything great?
Well, I told him Wishbone was
a great white doctor
and I promised he'd save
the boy.
You told him what?!
It's the only chance.
Our only way out.
What if that boy dies on me?
What is something happens
while I'm working on him?
Oh, then we die, too.
At the stake.
But later.
Hyah! Hyah!
Hi, Jim.
Where in blue blazes
you been, anyway?
Ah, chasing wild geese,
I guess.
What wild geese?
Ah, I was trying to prove
that the Rogers Trail was open.
Well, did you?
Nope.
Landslides all the way
from Taylorville to the river,
just like he said.
Like who said?
Mr. Favor.
I'll go tell him.
He ain't here.
He ain't? Where is he?
I don't know.
Him and Wishbone-- they took out
after this Mr. Stevens.
Told me to turn
the herd over to you,
but I couldn't find you
any place.
Besides, them Comanches,
they been hovering around us
like a bunch of turkey buzzards.
Yeah, well,
how long they been gone?
Well, too long, Rowdy.
He also said to keep
this herd on the move
and you weren't to go
looking for him.
Yeah.
Well, I guess
they'll be all right.
Yeah.
♪ ♪
Well?
Not a chance in the world.
Mr. Wishbone, isn't there
something you can do,
some herbs you can give to her?
No.
That medicine man,
he knows it, too.
Lame Bear.
(speaking Comanche)
I speak your language.
Yes, you do.
And very well, very well.
Can you save my son?
- Well...
- He can try, Lame Bear.
That's all any man can do.
To try and then to fail
will not be good enough.
No sign of them yet, huh?
Nope.
I'll tell you,
something's wrong.
They should've been here
a long time ago.
Rowdy, maybe we should send out
a few of the boys and...
And if more go out to look for
them and they get into trouble,
and more follow and more,
what happens to the herd?
To blazes with the herd.
I'm going in.
No, you ain't. No one is.
Rowdy.
What's the matter with you?
Somebody's got to go
in there and help them.
Not if it means sacrificing
maybe 20 men for two, it don't.
- Now, look...
- We're moving this herd north,
every last man.
Don't argue with me.
Listen, Rowdy!
You talk about him
and your ways.
Dogged if you ain't worse!
How much longer you figure?
Matter of minutes.
Look.
He's a brave little boy;
not a sound.
I can tell you
it's paining him some.
There's nothing you can do
to even help that?
What a failure I've been.
So much hope,
so little accomplished.
I traveled 2,000 miles
to speak Comanche
to a man who can speak English
better than I can.
Communicator with
nothing to communicate.
A giver with no gift.
I'm truly sorry, Mr. Favor.
Oh, everybody has to get
to the end of the trail
sometime, Mr. Stevens.
I guess it don't matter much
how you get there.
(sighs)
(blows)
Doggone it, Mr. Stevens, this is
no time to be fooling around.
Isn't it, Mr. Wishbone?
Isn't it?
Mr. Favor, hand me a piece
of charcoal there, will you?
What are you after, Stevens?
Not much.
One laugh from a little boy.
Excuse me.
♪♪
(blows)
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
My son is dead.
Well, that's it, old friend.
(shouts in Comanche)
(both arguing in Comanche)
What's the problem?
Can't they figure out
which one of us to burn first?
They said we're to be set free.
Be set-- what?
I think he said "no war.”
Is that right, Lame Bear?
- No war?
- No war.
But the boy died.
The boy laughed.
Each man dies in his time,
but to give Gray Pony
this great gift, this laughter,
deserves a gift in return.
My gift is smaller than yours.
Mine is life and peace.
You are free.
Hey, Rowdy!
Hey, it's the boss!
(cheering)
(cheering continues)
(excited chattering)
Good to see you, Mr. Favor.
Welcome back, boss.
Oh, thanks.
Mr. Stevens, you gonna
continue on with us?
Well, yes, as far as
the stage junction.
Ah, then where?
Then back home.
To the circus.
Think I'll let someone else
compile the dictionaries.
There are other important jobs.
Can only learn
to recognize them.
Like ramrodding, huh?
(laughs)
Like ramrodding.
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)
- 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)
♪ ♪
Hey, boss.
What are they stopping for?
That's a good question.
I sure don't like
the sound of this.
(horses approaching)
You deaf or what?
I said we'd push
straight through.
Well, Mr. Wishbone doesn't like
the sound of that axle,
- Mr. Favor.
- What's wrong?
It don't squeak right.
I got another I can put in.
Not till we reach Guilla Flats.
I can't stop the drive now.
Mr. Favor, you are in charge
of those knot-headed cows,
but I'm in charge
of these wagons,
and I don't mean to break down
out here
in the middle of nowhere,
because if I break an axle,
I'll probably break a wheel,
and I don't have a spare.
Now give me something
to prop this thing up with.
Be nightfall
before they can get going.
More than likely.
Those Comanches come in,
they won't have a chance.
Those Comanches come back
and we're still here,
most likely none of us
will have a chance.
Get back to the herd.
I ain't gonna get back there
till Wish gets
his wagon rollin'.
Go on, Rowdy, go on.
I got a funny way
of looking at things.
I never seen a cow yet
that was worth a man's life.
Mushy, get me some wire
up front there.
Maybe I can wire this axle
so it'll hold together
till Guilla Flats.
We'll catch up with you.
See that you do.
Boy, Mr. Favor sure is upset.
Just get the wire.
Yes, sir.
What'd you back down
from him for?
Somebody had to back down,
and he's the boss.
Anyway, he's right.
What do you mean he's right?
He's not right if he...
What happens
if you lose that wheel?
It's up to me to see I don't.
Well, if you do,
you're gonna be a prime pelt
on a Comanche lodge pole.
Well, I'd mighty well rather
a Comanche skin me
than Mr. Favor.
Boy, you sure are lucky
that you're the ramrod.
Anybody else cross him
like that,
and he'd kick him wall-eyed.
Ramrod, huh.
All that is is a title
with no duties.
Ramrod's just some stupid boob
that no one even listened to.
Well, this stupid boob's
getting sick of it.
(screaming distantly):
Help!
Rowdy...
Help!
...you hear something?
Help!
You there!
Wait!
Was he riding that horse,
Mr. Wishbone,
or trying to get off of it?
You got me.
Hold it!
I need a doctor!
I need a doctor!
Either he's lost his mind
or I just have.
Sure ain't much of a rider.
Help!
Reign him in!
Help!
He's coming again.
(crashing, whinnying)
Oh, I'm...
I'm terribly sorry.
♪ ♪
Lord, now what?
Well, they heard this fellow
yelling for a doctor,
but it looks like
he's about all done in.
Give me that black goop
and a spoon.
You hold up his head.
What happened?
Come on, mister.
Take it easy; it's good for you.
Good?
One more ought to do it.
Do what?
Cure you.
But I'm not sick.
You are, too.
You came in here yelling
for a doctor.
But not for me.
What'd you say?
I said I don't need a doctor
for me; I'm fine.
Who are you, mister?
Oh, I'm, uh, Morris G. Stevens.
I'm a philologist.
I, uh, study languages.
What kind of languages?
Indian.
Pueblo, Comanche.
You know, you would never
believe this.
It's fantastic,
but do you know there are
no Comanche dictionaries?
Well, I'll be.
So, uh, I came out here
to compile one.
What for?
Oh, so people could, uh,
communicate with the tribesmen.
Mr. Stevens,
if you opened your mouth
to speak to a Comanche,
you'd have your throat slit
before you got two words out.
Well, maybe not
if they understood the words.
I think it's important
for people
to understand people.
Well, I think you ought
to practice what you preach.
You came barreling in here
hollering for a doctor,
and now you say you're not sick.
All right, who is sick?
Oh, what's the matter with me?
I wasn't even thinking.
It's for Lame Bear.
Lame Bear?
The Comanche chief?
Well, uh,
not exactly for Lame Bear.
It's for his son.
FAVOR:
Mr. Stevens,
how in the name
of all that is holy
would you know
that Lame Bear even had a son?
The Pueblos told me.
The Pueblos?
Yeah, that's where I've been
for the past couple of months,
living with the Pueblos.
Uh, until they moved out.
They moved out?
Yeah. Uh, see, they didn't want
to be caught in a fight
between the Comanches
and the whites.
You see,
Lame Bear's medicine man,
he told Lame Bear to kill
every white soldier and settler
between here and the border
if his son died.
W-What do the whites got to do
with all this?
I don't know.
Pueblos didn't know either.
So, uh, well, I thought
I'd go out looking for a doctor
to take a look at the boy.
So, I headed for Guilla Flats,
and that's when I ran
into the herd.
Well, if this Comanche medicine
man's got them all stirred up,
we got about as much chance
as a flea in a frying pan.
Yeah, well,
here's what I suggest.
How's the axle, Wish?
It's all wired, Mr. Favor.
Yeah, well,
here's what I suggest.
You got room for him
in the wagon?
- Yeah.
- Say, boss, uh,
the Rogers Trail is only
about half a day away from here.
We could veer west
and go over there.
Miss the Comanche country
all together.
We're going north
to Guilla Flats.
Let's move.
Well, come on.
What were you gonna suggest,
Mr. Stevens?
Huh?
Oh, nothing.
Just that we head north
for Guilla Flats.
Giddy up.
♪ ♪
See our little red brothers
over there?
Yeah.
I wonder it feels like
to be scalped.
I imagine it do smart some.
Well, I just can't
figure it out.
What's that?
Why Mr. Favor didn't take
the old Rogers Trail.
It's not that far away.
I'm afraid that's my fault,
Toothless.
Why's that?
I recommended it to him.
(exhales)
Isn't that wonderful.
What's that, Mr. Stevens?
The air.
Go on, take a deep breath.
What do you smell?
Cows.
No, no, no, well, cows, yes,
but something else.
You mean that dead polecat.
You got a peculiar idea
of what's wonderful.
Mr. Wishbone,
don't you smell the promise?
The challenge?
Nope, just the polecat.
Well, I do.
I've never smelled it
anywhere else before.
Not in the east,
certainly not in Europe.
You've been in Europe,
Mr. Stevens?
A few times.
Travelling salesman?
No.
No, I was nothing.
But one day I said to myself,
"Morris, if you want to make
a success out of your life,
you better start right now.”
So, I came West,
and I said to myself,
"Where am I needed?
What can I do
that would be important?"
And the answer came to me
like a flash from God.
Indians.
Communications.
The last fella I knew
who tried to communicate with
a Comanche got his ears docked.
Oh, yes, Mr. Wishbone.
Did he try to communicate
with words or with guns?
Really, you fellas don't realize
what a wonderful language
Comanche is.
Listen.
Fluf arch.
I'd be jiggered.
Go on, say it.
Fluf arch.
"Fluf arsh.”
Well, fluf arch to you, too.
(laughing):
That means "Happy days.”
Is that right?
That's right.
Fluf arsh to you, Mr. Wishbone.
Oh, fluf...
Why, no, it's a small thing,
but think what it would mean
to a Comanche.
Well, I'm so tired, I can
hardly keep my eyes open.
Here, Mushy, you take 'em.
Oh, oh, please.
May I drive, Mr. Wishbone,
please?
- Why?
- Oh, I don't know.
So I could feel kind of...
useful.
All right. Just be careful
you don't fall into any...
(rattling)
(sighs)
...any chuckholes.
What did I do?
He must've broke a wheel.
Or as we say in Comanche,
"Fluf arch."”
Out of the wagon.
Oh, uh, gee, Mr. Favor,
I'm terribly sorry.
I-I was just driving along.
I don't know what happened.
WISHBONE: Don't blame him.
I warned you.
Look at that wheel.
Oh, I-I'm terribly sorry.
Yeah.
The sun'll be down
in a couple hours.
We might as well stop here.
Guilla can't be more
than a mile off.
Would you please tell me what's
so important about Guilla?
There's an army detachment
there.
I'm gonna ask
for cavalry protection.
You think the cavalry's
gonna ride along
and nursemaid
these bunch of cows?
It might.
Haven't done it before.
We're going in the supply wagon
and pick up a wheel.
Oh, Mr. Stevens, you'll come
with us, too, please.
Oh, oh, well.
Oh, oh, fine, Mr. Favor,
I'll be glad to help.
No, thank you.
Not to help, to stay.
Uh... uh, stay in Guilla?
That's right.
But aren't the Comanche villages
still north of here?
Uh-huh.
Oh, well,
then if you don't mind, I'd,
I'd rather stay with you.
Mr. Stevens, I cannot
be responsible for you.
Please. If you don't mind,
if I could just talk
to these people.
No, no, no!
No?
Rowdy, bed down the herd.
I'm going into town
for a wheel.
Should be back
in two, three hours.
And triple the night watch.
I can't let it end like this.
Not after coming so far
and getting so close.
Yeah.
Bed 'em down, move 'em out,
head 'em up.
That guy's back riding
drag again.
There must be a way.
A ramrodin'.
Mr. Yates, you've got
to help me.
Help you?
All you have to do is make
Mr. Favor understand
how important this is to me.
You want me
to make Mr. Favor understand?
Got to get to the Comanche
villages somehow.
Stevens, I can't even
help myself
more or less some
wet-eared, phil, phil...
Philologist.
Idiot like yourself.
Now get out of here
and leave me alone will ya?
But, uh, Mr. Yates...
♪ ♪
Evacuation.
Probably army orders.
See if you
can pick up a wheel.
Then pick us up here.
All right, Morris,
end of the line.
(laughs)
Well, I like that
wild sense of humor.
Friend, I haven't
got enough troops
to escort you across
the street.
What men are left
in my detachment
will be falling back south
to cover the evacuation.
I suggest you do the same.
If Lame Bear's son dies...
What's the matter with him?
Hard to say.
Consumption maybe.
Why do they blame
the whites?
Well, because the government
took him away from his tribe.
Somebody with a bright idea.
Nice little boy, too.
Smart as a whip.
Ten, 11...
Anyway, they told Lame Bear
they'd give Gray Pony
the education he deserved.
Send him back a great,
wise chief.
And the medicine man said no.
And the medicine man said no.
He said the white men
would kill him.
But Lame Bear said
he trusted the white men.
So after about six months
the boy began to go down hill.
Every doctor in Washington
took a look at him.
Nothing.
So his father said if the boy
was going to die...
he'd like to have him
die in his own tent.
So they brought him back.
Mr. Favor, why don't you
have Mr. Wishbone
take a look at him?
(scoffs)
Wishbone.
Well, he has some strange herbs.
Mister, there isn't anything
in this world anybody can do.
I don't believe that.
Look, if I could just talk...
Captain Ross, could you please
arrange passage south
for Mr. Stevens?
Sure can. There's wagon trains
going out all night.
Mr. Favor, why won't you
let me help?
Because I don't wanna see
your scalp hangin'
from some Comanche belt.
Good luck, Morris.
Good luck to you too,
Mr. Favor.
(cows mooing)
Come on, haze 'em in there.
Keep 'em in.
Just been upfront, I heard
we're swinging east some.
Ah.
Well?
We got one more chance
to take the Rodger's Trail.
Now why won't you take it?
Rodger's Trail is closed
from Taylorville to the river
with landslides.
It's not closed.
I just talked to a trapper
who came out of there
not two weeks ago.
Yeah, well, um,
one lone trapper
and 3,000 steers
don't look at a trail
exactly the same way.
Will you at least let me
ride over there,
take a look for myself?
Be a waste of time.
Rodger's Trail is closed
this time of the year.
Least ways to a herd
the size of ours.
Now it's getting on to noon.
You go tell Wishbone
we'll take a break.
♪ ♪
Mushy, will you stop
messing with that spoiled dough
and throw it out?
(laughs)
Mr. Stevens.
Golly, Mr. Stevens,
I didn't know you was here.
Oh, it, it's all right.
Really, it's all right.
Oh, Mr. Favor.
How did you get away from Ross?
Well, when he was busy ...
walked all the way back
to the herd
and I hid in the chuck wagon.
Now believe me, Mr. Favor.
I know what I'm doing.
If I could just establish
contact with Lame Bear.
Lame Bear? You lamebrain.
All right, all right.
I give up.
You go on out
and you get yourself killed.
I don't care, ya hear?
I wash my hands of you,
ya hear?
Yes, I hear.
You get that cleaned up
all right?
Oh, as good as new.
Too bad the Comanche
didn't see that.
They might have laughed
themselves to death.
(chuckles)
I doubt that.
Say, Mr. Stevens, um...
about yesterday, the way
I climbed on ya, I'm sorry.
Oh, I had it coming.
Must have sounded pretty silly,
me wanting to meet
with the Comanche.
Are they very far away
from us now?
They're near.
That's what's got everybody
SO jumpy.
Everybody except you that is.
Well, with me it's uh...
ignorance is bliss.
It can be a pretty touchy
situation.
You know, a war party like that
could wipe out a crew
like this in an hour.
Maybe even less.
You'd do things differently
if you were trail boss, huh?
Yeah, I sure would.
Well, someday.
It better be soon.
I'm about ready to explode.
Why?
Uh...
being ramrod is kind of a...
funny job.
I don't have too much pride
in a job like this.
Why don't you
do something about it?
I can tell you positively,
Mr. Yates,
there is no worse torture
for a man
than to have contempt
for his own role in life.
I can also tell you
it's a problem
that can be very easily solved.
I know because, uh...
I solved mine.
You had problems?
Well, you know
Cyrano De Bergerac?
Oh, yeah, yeah, he's a stubby
little fellow.
Used be head wrangler
at the Clarogal ranch?
(chuckles) No, no, this
particular fellow happened
to be a Frenchman.
Oh, one of them frog eaters.
Frog eater, yeah.
Well, anyway, Cyrano was a man
with two absolutely incompatible
characteristics:
he was a poet
and he had a long nose.
See? You smiled.
You couldn't help it.
A long nose is just funny.
But it wasn't funny to Cyrano.
Inside, he was
a very handsome man.
He was a poet.
Well, I, too, happen
to be like Cyrano.
I have a long nose.
Oh, I-l don't mean this one.
I mean, I just happen
to look comical.
I make people laugh.
(chuckles)
I don't know why.
But inside...
I'm a knight looking
for a maiden to save.
You know what would happen
to me if I happen
to have a duel with a villain?
My pants would fall down
I bet they would at that.
No question about it.
Yes, and I'll tell you
something else.
My family; actors; Shakespeare.
Oh, those beautiful words.
"Looks at not like the king,
"Mark it, Horatio.
It would be spoke.”
Barnardo-- my debut.
When I entered the stage,
the lights got in my eyes.
And I walked straight
into the pit.
Fell headfirst into
the bass drum.
The audience laughed.
They laughed.
They never stopped laughing.
But you stayed on the stage,
huh?
No, no, I-l got a job
in the circus.
I was a clown.
Oh. I always had a weakness
for circuses.
Maybe I saw your act somewhere.
I wonder.
It's very funny.
I fell headfirst into
a bass drum.
No, I never caught that.
(chuckles)
You would have laughed.
I did that act from
Bombay to Boston...
from Pittsburgh to Paris.
Then one day a strange
thing happened to me.
I began to feel afraid
of dying.
Oh, not dying exactly, but...
of being dead.
I began to think, "Suppose
at the end there was a book...
"and the only word next
to Morris G. Stephens...
was 'clown.
That's when you quit, huh?
No, this is when
I started to study.
Oh, I love languages.
And... I studied all about
the Indian history,
and I began to see how much
help they really needed.
How much help, God willing,
I might be able to provide.
And then I quit.
Mr. Yates, it was like
growing six-feet taller.
Yeah, I'll bet it was.
You know what, you know what
I always wanted to do?
What?
I always wanted
to be a surveyor.
Wonderful.
Yeah, I wanted, I wanted
to survey new trails
in new countries.
The best trails.
The H trails.
Yeah, well, maybe.
I always had a little feeling
towards pathfinding.
I always could scout out
a path
like a dowser scouts out water.
Well, why don't you do it?
You know something?
That's exactly what
I'm gonna do.
Mr. Yates, where you going?
I'm gonna find a trail
west of this
Comanche country, that's what.
Now?
I'll be back before
we move out.
I'll prove the Rogers'
trail's open,
then I quit this lousy job.
But Mr. Yates!
I didn't mean now.
Where is Señor Rowdy going?
Oh, uh, to overlook
the herd, I guess.
Oh.
Say, Hey Soos, have you seen
Mr. Favor around?
He's not here.
Señor Clay came back and said
that there was something up
ahead that he should see.
Straight up the trail?
Si, Señor.
Hey Soos, would you mind
saddling a horse for me?
(speaks Spanish)
Of course.
Gracias.
Well.
Comanche.
Well, all the fun begins.
There was one funny thing,
though.
Did you notice those tracks
out in front?
What about 'em?
Well, I couldn't make out
more than three sets.
Now that's not much
of a raiding party.
Might be the boy's still alive.
A few of the young bucks
jumped the gun.
Yeah, maybe.
STEPHENS:
Whoa!
Mr. Favor, what happened?
Just what does it look like
happened, Mr. Stephens?
Comanches?
Very good! That's right.
You shouldn't be out on
the trail alone, mister.
There's no telling
where they're gonna hit next.
Well, as a matter of fact,
I wanted to talk to Mr. Favor.
You see, I might have been
the inadvertent cause...
Oh, say, we'd better
send somebody back to Guilla.
What I'm trying to say is...
Oh, you want me to go?
No, no, I'll send Rowdy.
Send Rowdy where?
Back to tell Ross
what's happened.
Ross?
What is the matter with you?
Oh, me?
Nothing.
Look, Mr. Stephens,
I'm probably going
to regret this,
but I have to ask you
to do something for me.
Oh, yes, sir?
It's not complicated,
but it is important, all right?
Yes, sir, yes, sir.
I want you to go back
to the herd...
Yes, sir.
Wait a minute.
Yes, sir?
I want you to go back
to the herd and tell Rowdy
what's happened here.
And tell him that the boy
may not be dead yet,
but that he's probably
close to it
and to catch Ross before
he pulls out.
All right?
Mr. Favor...
Do you think you can handle it,
Mr. Stephens?
Yes, sir. Yes, I think I can.
Would you please hurry?
Oh, yes, sir.
Thank you, Mr. Favor.
Yes, sir.
Wish, you ready to go?
As soon as I hitch up
the team.
Stephens get here all right?
Yeah, he told us all about
the cabin and then lit out.
Lit out? Lit out for where?
To Guilla.
Guilla?!
Yeah, he said you told him
to warn Captain Ross.
I told him to tell Rowdy
to warn Ross.
I thought it was kind of funny
you'd send him off
on a thing like that.
- Where is Rowdy?
- Search me.
He's with the herd,
I think, Señor.
- I'll get him.
- No, no, wait a minute, Quince.
Wish, you pick yourself up
a horse and come with me.
If we come across Stephens,
you can bring him on back
while I go to Guilla.
Quince, tell Rowdy
to move the herd out.
- Right.
- And Quince,
tell him to keep moving
whether we get back or not.
I don't want to waste
any more men, understand?
Yeah, yeah, I understand.
Stephens?
Howdy, Mr. Favor.
I thought for a minute
that might be Captain Ross.
The army all gone?
They sure have.
And from the looks of things,
I'd say they left in
quite a hurry.
Maybe the telegraph.
Dead.
Now that ought to be easy
to fix.
Look, I'll go take a look
at the wire.
Mr. Favor.
(speaks Comanche)
(continues in Comanche)
Wishbone.
(man replies in Comanche
That little nut really can
talk Comanche.
Everything's all right.
Brave Pony is still alive.
Well, how does that make
everything great?
Well, I told him Wishbone was
a great white doctor
and I promised he'd save
the boy.
You told him what?!
It's the only chance.
Our only way out.
What if that boy dies on me?
What is something happens
while I'm working on him?
Oh, then we die, too.
At the stake.
But later.
Hyah! Hyah!
Hi, Jim.
Where in blue blazes
you been, anyway?
Ah, chasing wild geese,
I guess.
What wild geese?
Ah, I was trying to prove
that the Rogers Trail was open.
Well, did you?
Nope.
Landslides all the way
from Taylorville to the river,
just like he said.
Like who said?
Mr. Favor.
I'll go tell him.
He ain't here.
He ain't? Where is he?
I don't know.
Him and Wishbone-- they took out
after this Mr. Stevens.
Told me to turn
the herd over to you,
but I couldn't find you
any place.
Besides, them Comanches,
they been hovering around us
like a bunch of turkey buzzards.
Yeah, well,
how long they been gone?
Well, too long, Rowdy.
He also said to keep
this herd on the move
and you weren't to go
looking for him.
Yeah.
Well, I guess
they'll be all right.
Yeah.
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Well?
Not a chance in the world.
Mr. Wishbone, isn't there
something you can do,
some herbs you can give to her?
No.
That medicine man,
he knows it, too.
Lame Bear.
(speaking Comanche)
I speak your language.
Yes, you do.
And very well, very well.
Can you save my son?
- Well...
- He can try, Lame Bear.
That's all any man can do.
To try and then to fail
will not be good enough.
No sign of them yet, huh?
Nope.
I'll tell you,
something's wrong.
They should've been here
a long time ago.
Rowdy, maybe we should send out
a few of the boys and...
And if more go out to look for
them and they get into trouble,
and more follow and more,
what happens to the herd?
To blazes with the herd.
I'm going in.
No, you ain't. No one is.
Rowdy.
What's the matter with you?
Somebody's got to go
in there and help them.
Not if it means sacrificing
maybe 20 men for two, it don't.
- Now, look...
- We're moving this herd north,
every last man.
Don't argue with me.
Listen, Rowdy!
You talk about him
and your ways.
Dogged if you ain't worse!
How much longer you figure?
Matter of minutes.
Look.
He's a brave little boy;
not a sound.
I can tell you
it's paining him some.
There's nothing you can do
to even help that?
What a failure I've been.
So much hope,
so little accomplished.
I traveled 2,000 miles
to speak Comanche
to a man who can speak English
better than I can.
Communicator with
nothing to communicate.
A giver with no gift.
I'm truly sorry, Mr. Favor.
Oh, everybody has to get
to the end of the trail
sometime, Mr. Stevens.
I guess it don't matter much
how you get there.
(sighs)
(blows)
Doggone it, Mr. Stevens, this is
no time to be fooling around.
Isn't it, Mr. Wishbone?
Isn't it?
Mr. Favor, hand me a piece
of charcoal there, will you?
What are you after, Stevens?
Not much.
One laugh from a little boy.
Excuse me.
♪♪
(blows)
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
♪♪
My son is dead.
Well, that's it, old friend.
(shouts in Comanche)
(both arguing in Comanche)
What's the problem?
Can't they figure out
which one of us to burn first?
They said we're to be set free.
Be set-- what?
I think he said "no war.”
Is that right, Lame Bear?
- No war?
- No war.
But the boy died.
The boy laughed.
Each man dies in his time,
but to give Gray Pony
this great gift, this laughter,
deserves a gift in return.
My gift is smaller than yours.
Mine is life and peace.
You are free.
Hey, Rowdy!
Hey, it's the boss!
(cheering)
(cheering continues)
(excited chattering)
Good to see you, Mr. Favor.
Welcome back, boss.
Oh, thanks.
Mr. Stevens, you gonna
continue on with us?
Well, yes, as far as
the stage junction.
Ah, then where?
Then back home.
To the circus.
Think I'll let someone else
compile the dictionaries.
There are other important jobs.
Can only learn
to recognize them.
Like ramrodding, huh?
(laughs)
Like ramrodding.
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)