Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 26 - Incident of the Hostages - full transcript
Taking in three White children kidnapped by passing Arapahos puts the fatherly drovers in peril. Longing to return to the Apaches who raised them after white men killed their settler ...
♪ 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)
Well, this is what I signed up
for droving for:
green grass and
downhill all the way.
We'll start pushing 'em through
come first light tomorrow.
Well, let's get back...
- (violin playing)
- Hear what?
If I didn't know better,
I'd say I just heard a violin.
Hmm.
- (violin playing)
- You know something?
If I didn't know better,
I'd say you're right.
(mournful violin melody playing)
Your horse?
He had the slight misfortune
to drop dead.
(chuckles)
You gentlemen are looking
for someone, perhaps?
I assure you, I am not the
scoundrel you're looking for.
May I own a palace
with a million rooms
and have a toothache
in each and every one of them,
I am not Lazio Tzgorni.
In fact, I have a document here
which will prove beyond doubt...
Huh?
And now suddenly the boot
is on the other foot.
Uh, pardon me for
being curious, mister,
but what do you figure on doing
with that thing?
Simple.
I'm going to shoot you.
(chuckles)
Not with that, you're not.
LAZIO:
Why not?
Well, it's rusted tight,
that's why.
It is?
If you're gonna
go around shooting people,
you gotta oil these things.
Oh, please, spare my life,
spare my life.
Look, I have money,
much money.
I can make you rich,
both of you.
I have gold,
a whole bag full of gold.
Take it easy, mister.
We don't want your life
or your gold.
We just heard the music
and got curious.
Just a pair of wandering
music-lover, eh?
What do you take me for,
an infant?
I know who sent you!
Well, nobody sent us.
My name's Gil Favor,
this is Rowdy Yates.
We got a herd of beef a couple
miles back up the trail.
Papa.
We did see a herd last night.
Mm? Oh.
(speaking Romani)
Would you by any chance say
that they're on the run?
That's one thing
true about Gypsies.
Usual are.
Usual.
No.
(speaking Romany)
Forgive us our suspicion.
Forgive a father with only
one precious jewel to protect.
My daughter Zia.
The Excellencies
Favor and Yates.
Please, call me Rowdy, ma'am.
And I'm your servant,
Lazio Tzgorni.
(laughs)
And now wine, my angel, wine.
The best, the costliest wine
for our friends and benefactors.
Uh, wait a minute...
Did you say "benefactors?"
The small matter of a new horse.
Yeah, like I was about to say,
you come along with us
and we'll sell you a horse.
Sell?
Did you say "sell?"
I'm a poor man.
What about that bag of gold
you were talking about?
I was lying, I'm such a liar.
Matter of fact,
I got a good little mare
I can let you have for... $10.
Dollars?
Are we going to haggle
like merchants over dollars?
Look, I make you a gift,
you make me a gift.
That is the way of royalty.
Ten dollars?
Now, I have here
a priceless amulet.
It breaks my heart
to part with it,
but it is yours,
you will have it.
It once belonged to
Catherine the Great,
Empress of all the Russians.
Ten dollars.
Ten dollars...
For a cattle man,
you have all the instincts
of an Armenian rug dealer.
Zia, my pearl,
our troubles are over.
You can come along
to the herd with us
for the night, anyway.
Oh, thank you, thank you.
You're a jewel.
You're a jewel in the crown
of this great nation.
Two.
Rowdy, you'd better put
your horse in the traces.
That fugitive from a glue pot
ain't gonna be able
to drag that wagon anywheres.
Papa.
Four hands are better than two.
To a happy journey.
What's the matter, Mushy?
You a little off your feed?
Well, it ain't that.
Uh, I'm just trying
to trim down.
Oh, come on, Mushy.
A growing boy needs
his strength.
Oh, look, Mushy.
Maybe you need to be handfed.
“laughter)
Mr. Quince, I can manage.
I can manage just fine,
Mr. Quince.
Look, Senor Favor
and Senor Rowdy.
Well, now them I know,
but what's that driving
that wagon?
Might be I've been
out here too long,
-but I think it's a female.
- Yeah.
Need any help
with the wagon, Rowdy?
Be mighty happy to take care
of your friend.
All right, break it off.
Rowdy, see that you get them
settled down, okay?
Sorry, boys.
All right, relax.
They're just here
to pick up a horse,
and until they leave
tomorrow morning,
you stay on your own side
of the fence, clear?
Mushy.
What in the ever loving is this?
Well, he's gonna sit there
and eat that fine food
he just finished cooking for us.
Huh?
What is this?
Tell him, Mushy.
Them's biscuits, Mr. Favor.
Biscuits?
But see, they're biscuits
sure enough.
See that fine raw dough there
in the middle?
Yeah, mm-hmm.
Well, um,
you tried, Mushy.
Bless you, you tried.
Maybe you'd better go wash
your pots now, huh?
Much obliged, Mr. Favor.
Mr. Quince, Mr. Scarlet,
uh, I didn't know you cared
whether I eat or not.
Much obliged.
How come Mushy's
doing the cooking?
Oh, we just having a little fun
with Wishbone.
I told him I found
a horseshoe nail
in that slumgullion
he made last night.
Well, he jerked his apron off,
flung it at Mushy,
and just stomped off.
You think maybe you're
riding him a little bit hard?
You know he ain't
20 years old no more.
Well, now, if he's too old
for the job,
-maybe he hadn't ought
to be out doing it. -Yeah.
Where he be?
That's a good girl, Emily.
You just stay there,
and I'll through in a minute.
Wish, just what are you up to?
(sighs)
If you absolutely got to know,
Emily isn't laying
like she ought.
So, you're feeding her salt?
I'm not feeding; I'm sprinkling.
Don't you know anything
about chickens at all?
"A laying hen in a ring of salt,
an egg a day without a halt.”
Thought everybody knew that.
I heard of it, but I always kind
of suspicioned that it was,
uh, just a silly superstition.
Are you calling me
superstitious?
- Oh, Wish, all I said...
- Well, I'm not.
All right, all right.
Look, Wish, what's wrong?
How many times I got
to tell you, Emily isn't laying.
I'm not talking
about the chicken.
I'm talking about you
and the men.
What about me and the men?
Time was they looked up to you,
respected you.
What's happened?
Well, I'm fed up, that's all.
Try to do a little extra
for them, and what do you get?
"There's too much salt.
There's too much pepper.
"There's not enough pepper.
You call that coffee?
I thought it was something
to take off tattoos with.”
Yeah, well,
that's-that's just joking, Wish.
Shows they like you.
Shows they don't care,
not one of them.
Time was I used to get up 2:00,
3:00 in the morning
just to bake so they'd have
nice bread instead of hardtack.
Well, I'd sure hate
to stand still
till one of them said thanks.
Why, I'd take root and flower
like a green bay tree.
Thanks is just a word, Wish.
Well, I'm glad you told me.
I thought it was a bird.
(sighs)
Now look what you've done.
Tisn't bad enough that you had
to start this drive on a Friday,
when everybody knows
that's the worst luck of all.
Now you've gone and made me
knock over the salt.
Will you forget about the salt?
We're talking.
Now, it's hard enough
pushing a drive
without having trouble
amongst the men,
and I got no room
for prima donnas.
Prima donna?
Would you like to break that
down into America?
Yeah.
That is a cantankerous old
snapping turtle who's suddenly
got it into his head that
the whole world's against him.
All right, all right.
They'll get their
three squares a day,
but if you think I'm gonna be
little miss sunshine
for that bunch of saddle tramps,
you got another thing coming.
All right, I'll settle
for three meals a day
and try to get along
with the men, will you?
- I'll do my best.
- You just do that, huh?
LAZIO:
Mr. Favor?
Oh, Mr. Favor?
What's that?
That's what it looks like,
gypsy.
A gypsy on the drive?
Remember what you promised?
All right, all right.
What can I do for you,
Mr. Tzgorni?
(chuckles) Call me Lazio.
Look, the mare, she's perfect.
But ten dollars?
Naturally, you'll accept
my personal note?
I hate to cut the answer short,
but no.
Oh.
Oh, this is Wishbone, our cook.
Ah, the cook.
Do you know borjupaprikas?
Borju... who?
Never heard of him.
What outfit's he work for?
(laughs)
It's not a him.
It's food for angels.
Borjupaprikas with csipetke.
Delicious.
Now, I'm looking forward
to many happy hours
teaching you my nat...
teaching you my native dishes.
Well, you can look forward
to a ladle for a hat
if I catch you
near my chuck wagon.
I know your kind.
You'd steal a hot stove
and come back for the smoke.
Borju... pish-posh.
No borjupaprikas, huh?
It's a tragedy.
(chicken clucking)
(violin playing lively tune)
Emily.
Emily?
Emily.
Emily?
Emily?
Emily?
(laughter)
Emily?
Emily.
Emily?
Emil...
(sniffing)
Chicken stew.
Emily.
(cheering, yelling)
(indistinct yelling)
By the time I get through
with you, that fiddle can...
Hold on, now you're making
a great mistake, my friend.
Don't "my friend" me,
you big...
I warn you, I don't know
my own strength.
(yelling)
Wishbone!
I'll kill you!
You killed Emily!
You robber, you-you thief!
You killed her!
Now, what's it all about?
Let me kick him;
let me kick him.
- Just once.
My chicken!
My chicken, you mean.
Oh, no, not Emily?
You-you cannibal.
Mr. Favor,
either that dirty robber goes
or you just lost a cook.
Oh, my chicken.
(speaking native language)
All right,
looks like the show's over.
My lovely chicken.
My beautiful, perky chicken.
Papa, forget the chicken.
Forget the chicken?
My heart is on the ground,
squashed like an old dumpling,
and you say forget the chicken.
I've raised a monster.
Pap, stop it.
Did you hear
what the man just said?
Yes, he called your father an
old tub of goulash and a robber,
and you are big, strong,
healthy girl. What do you do?
You stand there and do nothing.
He said we go or he goes.
What do I care what he sa...
He says we go or he goes?
But don't think Mr. Favor
would send us away.
Not if we told him the truth.
Oh, no, that's a chance
we can't afford to take.
Maybe if we get...
Please, your papa is thinking.
He said we go or he goes.
(chuckles)
Simple.
He goes.
He goes.
Delicious.
♪ ♪
-(laughter)
- LAZIO: All right, you're next.
Ah.
Brilliant.
Great for vocation.
Perhaps even politics.
- Ah.
-(knocks on table)
Truly a man among men.
(laughter)
I am?
LAZIO: All right, Rowdy.
Now's your turn.
Ah, I see a dark-headed woman,
money,
more money,
long life,
five children, all yours.
Five chi...
Anyway, the part about the
dark-haired woman sounds good.
All right, who's next?
You? You? You? Ah.
Here's my friend.
Come on, Mr. Wishbone.
Why, you don't think I'd let him
tell my fortune, do you?
Besides, it's just a bunch
of fodderall.
Of course, if you're afraid...
Afraid?
Who's afraid?
I'm not afraid of anything
you could tell me,
you big tub of goulash.
Go ahead, tell, tell.
First we'll read the cards.
Anybody listens to this kind
of foolishness
has got poached eggs for brains.
Ah, see, you're a leader.
Brilliant, able, intelligent.
Well, sometimes these fellas
hit it
a lot closer than you'd think.
What else do you see?
I see money.
Always figured someday
I'd hit it big.
Here, now you take a card.
Wait a minute.
I'm getting a picture.
I see gold.
Round,
flat...
A gold piece, a $20 gold piece.
You'll find it...
in an old boot.
Well, that ought
to be easy to find.
I only got one pair
of old boots,
and that's right over here
in my duffel bag.
Wait, there's more.
More?
Here, take another card.
WISHBONE:
There you are, ace of spades.
No, I'm sorry, that's a mistake.
Here, pick another card.
Go on, that's the card I picked.
What's it say?
You don't understand, my friend.
The ace of spades
is the worst card in the deck.
It's the death card.
Death card?
I'm sure that this time...
Two mistakes in a row.
It's rare, but it does happen.
Don't be discouraged;
we'll find the right card.
Here, choose a card.
Come on, choose a card.
I'm choosing, I'm choosing.
Don't rush me.
I'm sorry, my friend.
Three mistakes...
never.
You mean...
(scoffs)
It's a good thing
I'm not superstitious.
I'm sorry, my friends,
the fortune-telling is finished.
Now that I have danced for you,
perhaps you will return
the compliment?
We could start
with the story of your life.
Yeah, well, it...
might not be too interesting.
Sure it'd be long.
I don't suppose you could be
mistaken about this?
Wait.
I see a picture.
A lonesome grave on the prairie.
There's a cross.
The name over the cross
is Wishbone.
There are no mourners.
No mourners?
Nobody?
Well, that just goes to show
how wrong you are.
I've been with some
of these fellas for years.
Mr. Favor and Rowdy,
Hey Soos, Quince, Scarlet...
If I was to kick off, every one
of them would be there.
Everyone.
No one.
MUSHY:
Mr. Wishbone?
Mr. Wishbone.
I bring your duffel bag.
What for?
For that $20 gold piece
in your boot.
That's right.
That's right, you said I'd find
a $20 gold piece, didn't you?
That was part of the fortune,
wasn't it?
Well, I'm just gonna
show you there isn't
any $20 gold piece in my boot,
and that'll mean
the rest of your fortune is...
I didn't in fortune-telling.
There's one way
to escape your fate.
Leave the herd.
Leave the herd?
Immediately.
It's your one chance.
The cards have spoken.
Escape your fate
and leave the herd?
What's he mean, Mr. Wishbone?
He's trying
to give me hope, Mushy.
Hope where there isn't any hope.
What do you mean, Mr. Wishbone?
I'm doomed, Mushy.
I should've known it yesterday
when I saw those three buzzards
or when I spilled that salt.
This just about nails
the lid on it.
I'm a goner, Mushy.
Doomed.
That's too bad.
♪ ♪
Mushy, if you don't get to work
and peel those potatoes,
I'm gonna take that knife
and peel you.
As a matter of fact, I may...
Oh, Mushy, I'm sorry.
I clean forgot what I was doing.
Now, you just take your time
with those potatoes.
Matter of fact, if you run
into any trouble after a while,
old Wishbone will come
and give you a hand.
If I'm still here.
Being doomed sure is
good for you, Wishbone.
Well, I haven't
got much time left, Mushy.
I got a lot of things
I got to set right.
I'm gonna change.
I've been a real ornery man.
Boy, I'll say!
Well, you don't need to agree
with me, even if you do!
Would you say that slower,
Mr. Wishbone?
Oh, never mind!
You'd think a man
with one foot in the grave
could get a little bit more...
Hey, you're coming, aren't you?
Where, Mr. Wishbone?
Well, the funeral.
- What funeral?
- My funeral,
you chowderhead!
Oh, sure.
I-I forgot, Mr. Wishbone.
You don't look sick
to me, Mr. Wishbone.
Well, I am.
I am so. I'm real sick.
I'm... Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
What's the trouble,
Mr. Wishbone?
I got a twinge right here.
(panting)
It's a real burning sensation.
(gasps)
Oh, Mushy, this is it.
You tell the boys...
(belches)
That was a close one.
- Oh, Mr. Favor?
-(mutters)
Uh, could I
have a minute, please?
Look, Wishbone, I'm getting
fed up with your bellyachin'.
Uh, Mr. Favor, I just wanted
to offer you a-a donut.
Go ahead, they're fresh.
Here, take-take two.
Got up real early this morning
and baked 'em myself.
There just isn't anything
too good for my boys.
Your boys?
Thought you'd given up cooking.
Well, now, whatever
give you an idea like that?
Oh, just a few hints,
like screaming "I quit”
at the top of your lungs.
Aw... you just look-it here.
Come right over here and look.
There's cornmeal mush,
there's scrambled eggs,
there's fried potatoes,
a nice baked ham,
grits and gravy,
flapjacks, donuts.
Does that look like I've quit?
I don't know what's
happening to you, Wish...
but it should've happened
a long time ago.
You could've gone all day
without saying that.
How come you didn't tell
Mr. Favor, Mr. Wishbone,
about you being doomed and all?
I'll tell him tonight,
after chow.
Don't you forget.
You're the only one I'm sure of.
You're already promised.
Oh, promised what, Mr. Wishbone?
Don't you ever
remember anything?
You promised
to come to my funeral.
Oh, sure, Mr. Wishbone.
I wouldn't miss that
for the world.
QUINCE:
Mr. Favor!
Mr. Favor!
What is it?
Not it. Them.
There's 20 riders
coming in here,
and they're all totin' rifles.
Round up the rest of the men.
Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
Have no fear, comrades.
Lazio Tzgorni's with you now.
In combat I am a lion,
tiger, dragon.
Frankly... I terrify myself.
Well, I feel better already.
(cattle lowing)
On second thought, I... I
think I'd better guard the rear
so they won't surprise us.
Surprise, gypsy.
Howdy.
You got something to say,
you speak right up.
Somebody buy you a ticket?
You tell me what for,
I might find you an answer.
Who are you?
What do you want?
I just come after what's mine.
- Bought and paid for.
- He's lying! He's lying!
Handwriting, gypsy.
$500 right on the barrelhead!
Poultice, he said,
balm for a poor father's grief.
And when I was getting
the ring and the marriage paper,
they were getting out of town.
Said they had to get permission
from the head gypsy.
You want to know
what Kind of a fool I am?
I actually waited
for them to come back.
Hm. Uh, is that right?
Well, my Zia's a woman.
She changed her mind.
This is a matter
of life and death?
Now, look, you made a deal,
and I'm holding you to it.
You know how I feel, and still
you want to marry me?! An!
A deal is a deal.
Papa...
give him back his money.
Gladly.
I'll throw it in his face!
Except for one little thing--
it's gone.
What?!
I lost it in a game of chance;
they called it poker.
- Papa!
- All right, shoot me, shoot me!
I'd love to!
But I didn't come here
for playacting...
or my $500.
- Let go of me!
-(chuckles)
Let go!
That might be
a real good idea, friend.
Now, look, I come here
as a reasonable man.
All I want is my due.
I was cheated by that gypsy.
That I don't doubt.
Well, you gonna hand her over?
I'm afraid not.
You just admitted I was took.
Now, what are you gonna
stand in my way for?
I don't rightly see how
I can, uh, give away people.
I'm sort of
old-fashioned that way.
Figure a man's cheated,
he goes to the law,
and I don't see no badges.
Well, she's mine.
And I got the paper to prove it:
a receipt for $500
signed by her father!
What about that?
I have nothing to say to you.
You've got nothing to say?
Look, I admit that I
don't know much about women,
and the older I get,
the less I seem to know,
but how can you stand there
and look at me
and tell me you've
got nothing to say?
Ain't there
a right and wrong no more?
And don't it apply to women?
I don't know where you been
for the last 20 years,
but people
don't sell people anymore.
Not even gypsies!
Gypsies! What do I care
about gypsies, or anything else?
Listen...
I saw you perched on top
of that crazy-looking wagon
coming down the street
that day in Heber,
and I said to myself, “Sam,
you're looking at the girl
you're gonna marry."
That's the way I felt.
That's the way I feel.
And that's the way
I'm gonna keep feeling.
I came here hoping she'd
be reasonable, or you would,
but if we're gonna have a fight,
we'll have it.
And if we have it, I'll win.
Are you sure about that?
I'm sure of this--
I'll win or I'll get killed,
and I take a lot of killing.
You know, you could save
everybody a lot of trouble
-right now...
- Ah-ah, you're doing it again.
Look, fella...
you ain't funny no more.
Get out of here now.
All right, the talk's over.
Now comes the trouble.
And you just
bought yourself a hatful.
You'll never get your herd
through San Saba Pass,
not if I have to put
a fence across it.
Fences can be cut down.
Well, so can men.
Put one hand on my fence,
and you'll see.
Your fence? You think
you can fence off a trail?
I can this one.
Or maybe you
didn't catch my name:
Sam Lewellyn.
Don't mean a thing to me.
Well, it ought to.
You've been crossing my land
for the past week.
So far it's just talk;
let's try and keep it that way.
No blasting at shadows.
Lewellyn's dealt the hand.
It'll be up to him to call it.
You two, you stick
close to Mushy and Wishbone,
and we'll take care of Lewellyn.
Oh, please. Mr. Favor,
you're a prince among men,
a defender of the oppressed.
You have my lifelong gratitude.
No thanks due. And as soon
as we get to San Saba,
it'll be you and the sheriff.
The sheriff? Why?
Well, he can protect you or
he can prosecute you for fraud,
or both-- as long
as you're out of my hair.
Now, let's get some of that chow
before we move out!
(men whistling, shouting)
I am sorry about what happened.
I hope you are not hurt.
I suppose I could survive
with a certain amount of effort.
He plays that thing
pretty good, doesn't he?
(sighs):
Ah...
all the old gypsies do.
And the new ones don't?
Some of us.
I don't know, Papa says
we are hot proper gypsies.
One-- my cousin Christie.
She lives in a house.
Think of that!
(chuckles)
To you, this means nothing.
You like living with
a constellation for a ceiling.
And you don't?
What woman does?
Funny, I always thought
women got along real good
with starlight and moonbeams
and... violin playing.
For romance, yes.
For living... no.
Wheels were made for rolling,
-not for building a future.
- Or a family, huh?
Or a family.
(violin continues playing)
(men shouting, whistling)
(cattle lowing)
We'll move up on ahead of them.
What about the fence?
I don't think we'll need it.
We'll hit 'em tonight, late.
If that don't help,
we'll drive that herd
back down their throat tomorrow.
(cattle lowing)
All right, Mushy, come on,
let's try it again.
♪ Abide ♪
♪ With me ♪
♪ Fast falls ♪
♪ The eventide ♪
♪ The darkness ♪
♪ Deepens ♪
♪ Lord, with me... ♪
I saw that!
Now, you just put
that back there, Rowdy!
(chuckles):
I mean...
you just keep that cookie,
Rowdy, and enjoy it.
But don't spoil your supper,
'cause it's gonna be a good one.
(Wishbone clears throat softly)
WISHBONE and ROWDY:
♪ Abide with me... ♪
MAN: I swear.
-(singing continues in distance)
What are you
eating there, Rowdy?
Cookies. Wishbone baked "em.
Baked? Something sure
got into that old coot.
Well, wait'll you see chow-- we
have ribs of beef, sweet corn,
mashed potatoes,
biscuits, everything.
How about that!
Beef tonight,
had a hot meal for noon,
and that breakfast this morning.
I don't know, maybe he's seen
the light and heard the horns.
Yeah, he even unsaddled
my horse today.
(laughs):
He said I looked fired!
Maybe his fortune
has him worried, huh?
Well, he ought to be worried--
I hope I never see
that death card come up
three times in a row.
Aw, what's the matter
with you, Senor Jim?
The black ace--
that was only a joke.
There ain't nothing funny
about that black ace.
But that's only a trick--
I've seen it done many times.
A trick?
Wishbone sure don't think so.
Say, you don't think
he's got the notion
he's cashing in, do you?
Well, he seemed kind of strange.
You know, I was over there,
he was, uh,
he was teaching Mushy
the words to "Abide With Me."”
(laughter)
Maybe chow's gonna
pick up around here.
Uh, wait a minute, we can't...
we can't go around letting the
old boy think he's gonna die.
- We got to tell him about it.
- Why, it would be
a shame to spoil that good mood.
Before chow, anyway.
- Yeah.
- That's a good idea, yeah.
- Okay, we'll tell him
after chow. -(laughter)
How about another
beef rib, Quince?
- Scarlet?
- Nah, I'm bustin', Wish.
Al right.
Mr. Favor,
anything more for you?
I'm up to here.
There's plenty
of everything, Rowdy.
Mm, couldn't eat
another bite, Wish. Thanks.
You fellas?
You know, for a condemned man,
Wish sure cooks
a mean last meal.
Hm? What do you mean?
Didn't you hear about him?
The gypsy told him
a fake fortune.
He thinks he's a goner.
What kind of a joke is that?
Well, we're gonna tell him
about it after chow.
There you are.
Plenty here.
Anybody else?
Anything at all.
There's plenty of biscuits
and lots of that good,
red gravy for sopping.
It's after chow right now.
Wish?
Did you change
your mind, Mr. Favor?
Oh, thanks, I'm full.
It's beautiful, but I'm full up.
Look, Wish, there's something
I want to talk to you about.
Oh, well... first, Mr. Favor,
there's something
I'd like to say to everybody.
Yeah, I don't want this
to be a shock to anybody, but...
your old friend Wishbone isn't
gonna be with you much longer.
So I... wrote up
this will this afternoon.
(man snickering)
(snickering continues)
There, there, Jim, don't cry.
'Tisn't as bad as all that.
Those of you
that haven't guessed...
I'm a goner.
Pearly Gates are opening wide.
(loud laughter)
Now, wait a minute,
you don't understand.
I'm cashing in.
(laughter)
That's funny?
Wish, uh, you're not gonna die.
It's just a joke.
A bad joke, maybe, but...
you're not gonna die.
- I'm not?
- Tell him.
(nervous chuckle)
It was a joke.
Harmless joke.
And you all just let me go ahead
and make a fool of myself.
- Now, hold on! Wishbone!
- Leave him be.
Listen to this.
"My last will and testament.
"I ain't got much.
"About the best thing's
a $20 gold piece.
"That's for Mushy.
"Might be it'll buy him
a little schooling.
"As far as
the drive's share is concerned,
"that's for a good time
for all of you
"at the end of the drive.
"Don't sit around
feeling bad about old Wish.
"I had a good life
and some good friends.
"A man can't ask for much more.
"I'd like Scarlet
"to have my new boots,
"and Quince should take my pipe.
"You had your eye on it
long enough.
"Toothless...
"I want you to have
those trained dice of mine,
"the only way you'll
stay ahead of the game.
"But the rest of my gear
ain't much.
"If anybody'd like to have
"a keepsake, I'd be proud
if you'd help yourself.
"That's about it.
"But I'd like to say this.
"I believe in God,
and if he's better to me
"than an ornery
old man deserves,
"I'll be some place
watching out for you.
"All of you.
Always, your friend, Wishbone."
(cattle lowing)
Lo siento, Señor Favor.
I would have stopped him,
but I did not know.
- Now, which way did he go?
- Quien sabe?
I paid no attention.
Should I saddle your horses?
With an hour's head start,
he could've gone anywhere.
Oh, I am sure he
will come back, señores.
He'll come back;
he's got nowhere else to go.
- QUINCE: Mr. Favor!
- What is it?
A rider coming in
from the north.
ROWDY:
See? I told you he'd come back.
(horse approaching)
Well, that's Wishbone's.
Where'd you get it?
He was heading toward Heber
when we picked him up.
If anything's happened to him,
anything at all...
He's all right.
There's no reason
he shouldn't stay that way--
-provided one thing.
- What's that?
Well, Sam says--
and I want to make sure
you get this right--
Sam says you've got
exactly one hour
to come up with the woman
and the $500.
If you don't, you can start
looking for a new cook.
What, are you talking
about killing?
Say it like a prayer, cowboy--
say it and believe it.
One hour.
And when you come,
come nice, understand?
Understand?
Yeah, yeah, we understand.
(lively chatter)
All right, take it easy.
You'll all get a chance to talk,
but one at a time!
Scarlet.
The man's got Wishbone--
I don't see there's
anything to talk about.
- Let's go get him back!
- OTHERS: Yeah! Let's go!
FAVOR:
Swell.
That's a great way
to get Wishbone
knocked off right now.
Well, Mr. Favor's right--
they'd kill him sure.
Well, if that's so,
we got no choice at all--
we got to do what they say.
A live girl against a dead man?
I say she goes!
And the money, too!
Wait a minute, wait a minute!
That's not possible!
In the first place,
I haven't got the money.
I swear it!
On my honor!
- What honor?
- ZIA: No!
He is telling the truth.
I looked in the wagon--
there is no money.
See? Heh!
Wait a minute,
you've got $500, don't you?
Yeah, there's a little over $500
in trail expense money.
I got $60 owed me on this drive,
and I just quit.
- That goes in the pot.
- Double it!
I'm in! Anyone else
for drawing their time?
- (lively chatter)
- FAVOR: All right, relax.
Nobody's got to draw their time.
You got the $500.
Cowards! Cowards!
What about my daughter?
Are you willing to turn her over
to that monster?
Where's your sense of shame?
Where's your manhood?
We must fight, attack, charge!
Show them no mercy!
Yeah, and get Wishbone killed?
You can't make an omelet without
breaking a few little eggs.
Now, men, listen to me,
all of you.
You all have daughters,
mothers, sisters,
your sacred heritage
to protect womanhood.
Now, you have men,
you have horses, you have guns.
All you need is a leader-- and
I, as the world's foremost...
Papa!
Shut up.
You are the world's
foremost windbag!
And you know it.
My own daughter
talks to me like that.
What have I raised?
A monster, an animal,
-a turnip without a heart.
- Papa!
Stop it!
I can be ready in five minutes.
You're not going to sell
yourself to that beast?
You are the one
who sold me, Papa.
I am just living up
to your bargain.
♪ ♪
(chuckles) The old thief
finally coughed up, huh?
No, the crew chipped in.
Hmm.
Well... is it all there?
- Yep.
- All $500?
Yep.
Now, what was that for?
For trying to buy me
in the first place.
If you want a woman,
you ask the woman.
Now, I am ready
to keep the bargain.
We'll take the wagon.
It's a long way back to Heber.
My little girl...
I'm going to miss you.
Papa, you get in the back.
Sam will drive.
Oh, my... my angel!
Are we taking him?
He is my father,
and he's your father-in-law!
- And don't you forget it.
-(chuckling)
Besides, he's a good cook.
(laughing)
Any other comments?
And take that cigar
out of your mouth!
Mm, this is too hard to clean.
Now, that's better.
Please... your arm.
Yes, dear.
(violin playing)
Well, come on,
move along, move along.
Got to get this line
moving today.
Look at 'em.
It's just like yesterday
never happened.
Wishbone's will,
the men shelling out the $500--
no one's even mentioned that.
Mm, ain't no need to.
Well, come on,
what are you doing, dreaming?
What do you know,
he finally broke down
-and made some fresh bread.
- Well, it's about time.
Oh, very funny!
Come on, move on there.
You act like a bunch
of old ladies.
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)
Well, this is what I signed up
for droving for:
green grass and
downhill all the way.
We'll start pushing 'em through
come first light tomorrow.
Well, let's get back...
- (violin playing)
- Hear what?
If I didn't know better,
I'd say I just heard a violin.
Hmm.
- (violin playing)
- You know something?
If I didn't know better,
I'd say you're right.
(mournful violin melody playing)
Your horse?
He had the slight misfortune
to drop dead.
(chuckles)
You gentlemen are looking
for someone, perhaps?
I assure you, I am not the
scoundrel you're looking for.
May I own a palace
with a million rooms
and have a toothache
in each and every one of them,
I am not Lazio Tzgorni.
In fact, I have a document here
which will prove beyond doubt...
Huh?
And now suddenly the boot
is on the other foot.
Uh, pardon me for
being curious, mister,
but what do you figure on doing
with that thing?
Simple.
I'm going to shoot you.
(chuckles)
Not with that, you're not.
LAZIO:
Why not?
Well, it's rusted tight,
that's why.
It is?
If you're gonna
go around shooting people,
you gotta oil these things.
Oh, please, spare my life,
spare my life.
Look, I have money,
much money.
I can make you rich,
both of you.
I have gold,
a whole bag full of gold.
Take it easy, mister.
We don't want your life
or your gold.
We just heard the music
and got curious.
Just a pair of wandering
music-lover, eh?
What do you take me for,
an infant?
I know who sent you!
Well, nobody sent us.
My name's Gil Favor,
this is Rowdy Yates.
We got a herd of beef a couple
miles back up the trail.
Papa.
We did see a herd last night.
Mm? Oh.
(speaking Romani)
Would you by any chance say
that they're on the run?
That's one thing
true about Gypsies.
Usual are.
Usual.
No.
(speaking Romany)
Forgive us our suspicion.
Forgive a father with only
one precious jewel to protect.
My daughter Zia.
The Excellencies
Favor and Yates.
Please, call me Rowdy, ma'am.
And I'm your servant,
Lazio Tzgorni.
(laughs)
And now wine, my angel, wine.
The best, the costliest wine
for our friends and benefactors.
Uh, wait a minute...
Did you say "benefactors?"
The small matter of a new horse.
Yeah, like I was about to say,
you come along with us
and we'll sell you a horse.
Sell?
Did you say "sell?"
I'm a poor man.
What about that bag of gold
you were talking about?
I was lying, I'm such a liar.
Matter of fact,
I got a good little mare
I can let you have for... $10.
Dollars?
Are we going to haggle
like merchants over dollars?
Look, I make you a gift,
you make me a gift.
That is the way of royalty.
Ten dollars?
Now, I have here
a priceless amulet.
It breaks my heart
to part with it,
but it is yours,
you will have it.
It once belonged to
Catherine the Great,
Empress of all the Russians.
Ten dollars.
Ten dollars...
For a cattle man,
you have all the instincts
of an Armenian rug dealer.
Zia, my pearl,
our troubles are over.
You can come along
to the herd with us
for the night, anyway.
Oh, thank you, thank you.
You're a jewel.
You're a jewel in the crown
of this great nation.
Two.
Rowdy, you'd better put
your horse in the traces.
That fugitive from a glue pot
ain't gonna be able
to drag that wagon anywheres.
Papa.
Four hands are better than two.
To a happy journey.
What's the matter, Mushy?
You a little off your feed?
Well, it ain't that.
Uh, I'm just trying
to trim down.
Oh, come on, Mushy.
A growing boy needs
his strength.
Oh, look, Mushy.
Maybe you need to be handfed.
“laughter)
Mr. Quince, I can manage.
I can manage just fine,
Mr. Quince.
Look, Senor Favor
and Senor Rowdy.
Well, now them I know,
but what's that driving
that wagon?
Might be I've been
out here too long,
-but I think it's a female.
- Yeah.
Need any help
with the wagon, Rowdy?
Be mighty happy to take care
of your friend.
All right, break it off.
Rowdy, see that you get them
settled down, okay?
Sorry, boys.
All right, relax.
They're just here
to pick up a horse,
and until they leave
tomorrow morning,
you stay on your own side
of the fence, clear?
Mushy.
What in the ever loving is this?
Well, he's gonna sit there
and eat that fine food
he just finished cooking for us.
Huh?
What is this?
Tell him, Mushy.
Them's biscuits, Mr. Favor.
Biscuits?
But see, they're biscuits
sure enough.
See that fine raw dough there
in the middle?
Yeah, mm-hmm.
Well, um,
you tried, Mushy.
Bless you, you tried.
Maybe you'd better go wash
your pots now, huh?
Much obliged, Mr. Favor.
Mr. Quince, Mr. Scarlet,
uh, I didn't know you cared
whether I eat or not.
Much obliged.
How come Mushy's
doing the cooking?
Oh, we just having a little fun
with Wishbone.
I told him I found
a horseshoe nail
in that slumgullion
he made last night.
Well, he jerked his apron off,
flung it at Mushy,
and just stomped off.
You think maybe you're
riding him a little bit hard?
You know he ain't
20 years old no more.
Well, now, if he's too old
for the job,
-maybe he hadn't ought
to be out doing it. -Yeah.
Where he be?
That's a good girl, Emily.
You just stay there,
and I'll through in a minute.
Wish, just what are you up to?
(sighs)
If you absolutely got to know,
Emily isn't laying
like she ought.
So, you're feeding her salt?
I'm not feeding; I'm sprinkling.
Don't you know anything
about chickens at all?
"A laying hen in a ring of salt,
an egg a day without a halt.”
Thought everybody knew that.
I heard of it, but I always kind
of suspicioned that it was,
uh, just a silly superstition.
Are you calling me
superstitious?
- Oh, Wish, all I said...
- Well, I'm not.
All right, all right.
Look, Wish, what's wrong?
How many times I got
to tell you, Emily isn't laying.
I'm not talking
about the chicken.
I'm talking about you
and the men.
What about me and the men?
Time was they looked up to you,
respected you.
What's happened?
Well, I'm fed up, that's all.
Try to do a little extra
for them, and what do you get?
"There's too much salt.
There's too much pepper.
"There's not enough pepper.
You call that coffee?
I thought it was something
to take off tattoos with.”
Yeah, well,
that's-that's just joking, Wish.
Shows they like you.
Shows they don't care,
not one of them.
Time was I used to get up 2:00,
3:00 in the morning
just to bake so they'd have
nice bread instead of hardtack.
Well, I'd sure hate
to stand still
till one of them said thanks.
Why, I'd take root and flower
like a green bay tree.
Thanks is just a word, Wish.
Well, I'm glad you told me.
I thought it was a bird.
(sighs)
Now look what you've done.
Tisn't bad enough that you had
to start this drive on a Friday,
when everybody knows
that's the worst luck of all.
Now you've gone and made me
knock over the salt.
Will you forget about the salt?
We're talking.
Now, it's hard enough
pushing a drive
without having trouble
amongst the men,
and I got no room
for prima donnas.
Prima donna?
Would you like to break that
down into America?
Yeah.
That is a cantankerous old
snapping turtle who's suddenly
got it into his head that
the whole world's against him.
All right, all right.
They'll get their
three squares a day,
but if you think I'm gonna be
little miss sunshine
for that bunch of saddle tramps,
you got another thing coming.
All right, I'll settle
for three meals a day
and try to get along
with the men, will you?
- I'll do my best.
- You just do that, huh?
LAZIO:
Mr. Favor?
Oh, Mr. Favor?
What's that?
That's what it looks like,
gypsy.
A gypsy on the drive?
Remember what you promised?
All right, all right.
What can I do for you,
Mr. Tzgorni?
(chuckles) Call me Lazio.
Look, the mare, she's perfect.
But ten dollars?
Naturally, you'll accept
my personal note?
I hate to cut the answer short,
but no.
Oh.
Oh, this is Wishbone, our cook.
Ah, the cook.
Do you know borjupaprikas?
Borju... who?
Never heard of him.
What outfit's he work for?
(laughs)
It's not a him.
It's food for angels.
Borjupaprikas with csipetke.
Delicious.
Now, I'm looking forward
to many happy hours
teaching you my nat...
teaching you my native dishes.
Well, you can look forward
to a ladle for a hat
if I catch you
near my chuck wagon.
I know your kind.
You'd steal a hot stove
and come back for the smoke.
Borju... pish-posh.
No borjupaprikas, huh?
It's a tragedy.
(chicken clucking)
(violin playing lively tune)
Emily.
Emily?
Emily.
Emily?
Emily?
Emily?
(laughter)
Emily?
Emily.
Emily?
Emil...
(sniffing)
Chicken stew.
Emily.
(cheering, yelling)
(indistinct yelling)
By the time I get through
with you, that fiddle can...
Hold on, now you're making
a great mistake, my friend.
Don't "my friend" me,
you big...
I warn you, I don't know
my own strength.
(yelling)
Wishbone!
I'll kill you!
You killed Emily!
You robber, you-you thief!
You killed her!
Now, what's it all about?
Let me kick him;
let me kick him.
- Just once.
My chicken!
My chicken, you mean.
Oh, no, not Emily?
You-you cannibal.
Mr. Favor,
either that dirty robber goes
or you just lost a cook.
Oh, my chicken.
(speaking native language)
All right,
looks like the show's over.
My lovely chicken.
My beautiful, perky chicken.
Papa, forget the chicken.
Forget the chicken?
My heart is on the ground,
squashed like an old dumpling,
and you say forget the chicken.
I've raised a monster.
Pap, stop it.
Did you hear
what the man just said?
Yes, he called your father an
old tub of goulash and a robber,
and you are big, strong,
healthy girl. What do you do?
You stand there and do nothing.
He said we go or he goes.
What do I care what he sa...
He says we go or he goes?
But don't think Mr. Favor
would send us away.
Not if we told him the truth.
Oh, no, that's a chance
we can't afford to take.
Maybe if we get...
Please, your papa is thinking.
He said we go or he goes.
(chuckles)
Simple.
He goes.
He goes.
Delicious.
♪ ♪
-(laughter)
- LAZIO: All right, you're next.
Ah.
Brilliant.
Great for vocation.
Perhaps even politics.
- Ah.
-(knocks on table)
Truly a man among men.
(laughter)
I am?
LAZIO: All right, Rowdy.
Now's your turn.
Ah, I see a dark-headed woman,
money,
more money,
long life,
five children, all yours.
Five chi...
Anyway, the part about the
dark-haired woman sounds good.
All right, who's next?
You? You? You? Ah.
Here's my friend.
Come on, Mr. Wishbone.
Why, you don't think I'd let him
tell my fortune, do you?
Besides, it's just a bunch
of fodderall.
Of course, if you're afraid...
Afraid?
Who's afraid?
I'm not afraid of anything
you could tell me,
you big tub of goulash.
Go ahead, tell, tell.
First we'll read the cards.
Anybody listens to this kind
of foolishness
has got poached eggs for brains.
Ah, see, you're a leader.
Brilliant, able, intelligent.
Well, sometimes these fellas
hit it
a lot closer than you'd think.
What else do you see?
I see money.
Always figured someday
I'd hit it big.
Here, now you take a card.
Wait a minute.
I'm getting a picture.
I see gold.
Round,
flat...
A gold piece, a $20 gold piece.
You'll find it...
in an old boot.
Well, that ought
to be easy to find.
I only got one pair
of old boots,
and that's right over here
in my duffel bag.
Wait, there's more.
More?
Here, take another card.
WISHBONE:
There you are, ace of spades.
No, I'm sorry, that's a mistake.
Here, pick another card.
Go on, that's the card I picked.
What's it say?
You don't understand, my friend.
The ace of spades
is the worst card in the deck.
It's the death card.
Death card?
I'm sure that this time...
Two mistakes in a row.
It's rare, but it does happen.
Don't be discouraged;
we'll find the right card.
Here, choose a card.
Come on, choose a card.
I'm choosing, I'm choosing.
Don't rush me.
I'm sorry, my friend.
Three mistakes...
never.
You mean...
(scoffs)
It's a good thing
I'm not superstitious.
I'm sorry, my friends,
the fortune-telling is finished.
Now that I have danced for you,
perhaps you will return
the compliment?
We could start
with the story of your life.
Yeah, well, it...
might not be too interesting.
Sure it'd be long.
I don't suppose you could be
mistaken about this?
Wait.
I see a picture.
A lonesome grave on the prairie.
There's a cross.
The name over the cross
is Wishbone.
There are no mourners.
No mourners?
Nobody?
Well, that just goes to show
how wrong you are.
I've been with some
of these fellas for years.
Mr. Favor and Rowdy,
Hey Soos, Quince, Scarlet...
If I was to kick off, every one
of them would be there.
Everyone.
No one.
MUSHY:
Mr. Wishbone?
Mr. Wishbone.
I bring your duffel bag.
What for?
For that $20 gold piece
in your boot.
That's right.
That's right, you said I'd find
a $20 gold piece, didn't you?
That was part of the fortune,
wasn't it?
Well, I'm just gonna
show you there isn't
any $20 gold piece in my boot,
and that'll mean
the rest of your fortune is...
I didn't in fortune-telling.
There's one way
to escape your fate.
Leave the herd.
Leave the herd?
Immediately.
It's your one chance.
The cards have spoken.
Escape your fate
and leave the herd?
What's he mean, Mr. Wishbone?
He's trying
to give me hope, Mushy.
Hope where there isn't any hope.
What do you mean, Mr. Wishbone?
I'm doomed, Mushy.
I should've known it yesterday
when I saw those three buzzards
or when I spilled that salt.
This just about nails
the lid on it.
I'm a goner, Mushy.
Doomed.
That's too bad.
♪ ♪
Mushy, if you don't get to work
and peel those potatoes,
I'm gonna take that knife
and peel you.
As a matter of fact, I may...
Oh, Mushy, I'm sorry.
I clean forgot what I was doing.
Now, you just take your time
with those potatoes.
Matter of fact, if you run
into any trouble after a while,
old Wishbone will come
and give you a hand.
If I'm still here.
Being doomed sure is
good for you, Wishbone.
Well, I haven't
got much time left, Mushy.
I got a lot of things
I got to set right.
I'm gonna change.
I've been a real ornery man.
Boy, I'll say!
Well, you don't need to agree
with me, even if you do!
Would you say that slower,
Mr. Wishbone?
Oh, never mind!
You'd think a man
with one foot in the grave
could get a little bit more...
Hey, you're coming, aren't you?
Where, Mr. Wishbone?
Well, the funeral.
- What funeral?
- My funeral,
you chowderhead!
Oh, sure.
I-I forgot, Mr. Wishbone.
You don't look sick
to me, Mr. Wishbone.
Well, I am.
I am so. I'm real sick.
I'm... Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
What's the trouble,
Mr. Wishbone?
I got a twinge right here.
(panting)
It's a real burning sensation.
(gasps)
Oh, Mushy, this is it.
You tell the boys...
(belches)
That was a close one.
- Oh, Mr. Favor?
-(mutters)
Uh, could I
have a minute, please?
Look, Wishbone, I'm getting
fed up with your bellyachin'.
Uh, Mr. Favor, I just wanted
to offer you a-a donut.
Go ahead, they're fresh.
Here, take-take two.
Got up real early this morning
and baked 'em myself.
There just isn't anything
too good for my boys.
Your boys?
Thought you'd given up cooking.
Well, now, whatever
give you an idea like that?
Oh, just a few hints,
like screaming "I quit”
at the top of your lungs.
Aw... you just look-it here.
Come right over here and look.
There's cornmeal mush,
there's scrambled eggs,
there's fried potatoes,
a nice baked ham,
grits and gravy,
flapjacks, donuts.
Does that look like I've quit?
I don't know what's
happening to you, Wish...
but it should've happened
a long time ago.
You could've gone all day
without saying that.
How come you didn't tell
Mr. Favor, Mr. Wishbone,
about you being doomed and all?
I'll tell him tonight,
after chow.
Don't you forget.
You're the only one I'm sure of.
You're already promised.
Oh, promised what, Mr. Wishbone?
Don't you ever
remember anything?
You promised
to come to my funeral.
Oh, sure, Mr. Wishbone.
I wouldn't miss that
for the world.
QUINCE:
Mr. Favor!
Mr. Favor!
What is it?
Not it. Them.
There's 20 riders
coming in here,
and they're all totin' rifles.
Round up the rest of the men.
Yes, sir.
♪ ♪
Have no fear, comrades.
Lazio Tzgorni's with you now.
In combat I am a lion,
tiger, dragon.
Frankly... I terrify myself.
Well, I feel better already.
(cattle lowing)
On second thought, I... I
think I'd better guard the rear
so they won't surprise us.
Surprise, gypsy.
Howdy.
You got something to say,
you speak right up.
Somebody buy you a ticket?
You tell me what for,
I might find you an answer.
Who are you?
What do you want?
I just come after what's mine.
- Bought and paid for.
- He's lying! He's lying!
Handwriting, gypsy.
$500 right on the barrelhead!
Poultice, he said,
balm for a poor father's grief.
And when I was getting
the ring and the marriage paper,
they were getting out of town.
Said they had to get permission
from the head gypsy.
You want to know
what Kind of a fool I am?
I actually waited
for them to come back.
Hm. Uh, is that right?
Well, my Zia's a woman.
She changed her mind.
This is a matter
of life and death?
Now, look, you made a deal,
and I'm holding you to it.
You know how I feel, and still
you want to marry me?! An!
A deal is a deal.
Papa...
give him back his money.
Gladly.
I'll throw it in his face!
Except for one little thing--
it's gone.
What?!
I lost it in a game of chance;
they called it poker.
- Papa!
- All right, shoot me, shoot me!
I'd love to!
But I didn't come here
for playacting...
or my $500.
- Let go of me!
-(chuckles)
Let go!
That might be
a real good idea, friend.
Now, look, I come here
as a reasonable man.
All I want is my due.
I was cheated by that gypsy.
That I don't doubt.
Well, you gonna hand her over?
I'm afraid not.
You just admitted I was took.
Now, what are you gonna
stand in my way for?
I don't rightly see how
I can, uh, give away people.
I'm sort of
old-fashioned that way.
Figure a man's cheated,
he goes to the law,
and I don't see no badges.
Well, she's mine.
And I got the paper to prove it:
a receipt for $500
signed by her father!
What about that?
I have nothing to say to you.
You've got nothing to say?
Look, I admit that I
don't know much about women,
and the older I get,
the less I seem to know,
but how can you stand there
and look at me
and tell me you've
got nothing to say?
Ain't there
a right and wrong no more?
And don't it apply to women?
I don't know where you been
for the last 20 years,
but people
don't sell people anymore.
Not even gypsies!
Gypsies! What do I care
about gypsies, or anything else?
Listen...
I saw you perched on top
of that crazy-looking wagon
coming down the street
that day in Heber,
and I said to myself, “Sam,
you're looking at the girl
you're gonna marry."
That's the way I felt.
That's the way I feel.
And that's the way
I'm gonna keep feeling.
I came here hoping she'd
be reasonable, or you would,
but if we're gonna have a fight,
we'll have it.
And if we have it, I'll win.
Are you sure about that?
I'm sure of this--
I'll win or I'll get killed,
and I take a lot of killing.
You know, you could save
everybody a lot of trouble
-right now...
- Ah-ah, you're doing it again.
Look, fella...
you ain't funny no more.
Get out of here now.
All right, the talk's over.
Now comes the trouble.
And you just
bought yourself a hatful.
You'll never get your herd
through San Saba Pass,
not if I have to put
a fence across it.
Fences can be cut down.
Well, so can men.
Put one hand on my fence,
and you'll see.
Your fence? You think
you can fence off a trail?
I can this one.
Or maybe you
didn't catch my name:
Sam Lewellyn.
Don't mean a thing to me.
Well, it ought to.
You've been crossing my land
for the past week.
So far it's just talk;
let's try and keep it that way.
No blasting at shadows.
Lewellyn's dealt the hand.
It'll be up to him to call it.
You two, you stick
close to Mushy and Wishbone,
and we'll take care of Lewellyn.
Oh, please. Mr. Favor,
you're a prince among men,
a defender of the oppressed.
You have my lifelong gratitude.
No thanks due. And as soon
as we get to San Saba,
it'll be you and the sheriff.
The sheriff? Why?
Well, he can protect you or
he can prosecute you for fraud,
or both-- as long
as you're out of my hair.
Now, let's get some of that chow
before we move out!
(men whistling, shouting)
I am sorry about what happened.
I hope you are not hurt.
I suppose I could survive
with a certain amount of effort.
He plays that thing
pretty good, doesn't he?
(sighs):
Ah...
all the old gypsies do.
And the new ones don't?
Some of us.
I don't know, Papa says
we are hot proper gypsies.
One-- my cousin Christie.
She lives in a house.
Think of that!
(chuckles)
To you, this means nothing.
You like living with
a constellation for a ceiling.
And you don't?
What woman does?
Funny, I always thought
women got along real good
with starlight and moonbeams
and... violin playing.
For romance, yes.
For living... no.
Wheels were made for rolling,
-not for building a future.
- Or a family, huh?
Or a family.
(violin continues playing)
(men shouting, whistling)
(cattle lowing)
We'll move up on ahead of them.
What about the fence?
I don't think we'll need it.
We'll hit 'em tonight, late.
If that don't help,
we'll drive that herd
back down their throat tomorrow.
(cattle lowing)
All right, Mushy, come on,
let's try it again.
♪ Abide ♪
♪ With me ♪
♪ Fast falls ♪
♪ The eventide ♪
♪ The darkness ♪
♪ Deepens ♪
♪ Lord, with me... ♪
I saw that!
Now, you just put
that back there, Rowdy!
(chuckles):
I mean...
you just keep that cookie,
Rowdy, and enjoy it.
But don't spoil your supper,
'cause it's gonna be a good one.
(Wishbone clears throat softly)
WISHBONE and ROWDY:
♪ Abide with me... ♪
MAN: I swear.
-(singing continues in distance)
What are you
eating there, Rowdy?
Cookies. Wishbone baked "em.
Baked? Something sure
got into that old coot.
Well, wait'll you see chow-- we
have ribs of beef, sweet corn,
mashed potatoes,
biscuits, everything.
How about that!
Beef tonight,
had a hot meal for noon,
and that breakfast this morning.
I don't know, maybe he's seen
the light and heard the horns.
Yeah, he even unsaddled
my horse today.
(laughs):
He said I looked fired!
Maybe his fortune
has him worried, huh?
Well, he ought to be worried--
I hope I never see
that death card come up
three times in a row.
Aw, what's the matter
with you, Senor Jim?
The black ace--
that was only a joke.
There ain't nothing funny
about that black ace.
But that's only a trick--
I've seen it done many times.
A trick?
Wishbone sure don't think so.
Say, you don't think
he's got the notion
he's cashing in, do you?
Well, he seemed kind of strange.
You know, I was over there,
he was, uh,
he was teaching Mushy
the words to "Abide With Me."”
(laughter)
Maybe chow's gonna
pick up around here.
Uh, wait a minute, we can't...
we can't go around letting the
old boy think he's gonna die.
- We got to tell him about it.
- Why, it would be
a shame to spoil that good mood.
Before chow, anyway.
- Yeah.
- That's a good idea, yeah.
- Okay, we'll tell him
after chow. -(laughter)
How about another
beef rib, Quince?
- Scarlet?
- Nah, I'm bustin', Wish.
Al right.
Mr. Favor,
anything more for you?
I'm up to here.
There's plenty
of everything, Rowdy.
Mm, couldn't eat
another bite, Wish. Thanks.
You fellas?
You know, for a condemned man,
Wish sure cooks
a mean last meal.
Hm? What do you mean?
Didn't you hear about him?
The gypsy told him
a fake fortune.
He thinks he's a goner.
What kind of a joke is that?
Well, we're gonna tell him
about it after chow.
There you are.
Plenty here.
Anybody else?
Anything at all.
There's plenty of biscuits
and lots of that good,
red gravy for sopping.
It's after chow right now.
Wish?
Did you change
your mind, Mr. Favor?
Oh, thanks, I'm full.
It's beautiful, but I'm full up.
Look, Wish, there's something
I want to talk to you about.
Oh, well... first, Mr. Favor,
there's something
I'd like to say to everybody.
Yeah, I don't want this
to be a shock to anybody, but...
your old friend Wishbone isn't
gonna be with you much longer.
So I... wrote up
this will this afternoon.
(man snickering)
(snickering continues)
There, there, Jim, don't cry.
'Tisn't as bad as all that.
Those of you
that haven't guessed...
I'm a goner.
Pearly Gates are opening wide.
(loud laughter)
Now, wait a minute,
you don't understand.
I'm cashing in.
(laughter)
That's funny?
Wish, uh, you're not gonna die.
It's just a joke.
A bad joke, maybe, but...
you're not gonna die.
- I'm not?
- Tell him.
(nervous chuckle)
It was a joke.
Harmless joke.
And you all just let me go ahead
and make a fool of myself.
- Now, hold on! Wishbone!
- Leave him be.
Listen to this.
"My last will and testament.
"I ain't got much.
"About the best thing's
a $20 gold piece.
"That's for Mushy.
"Might be it'll buy him
a little schooling.
"As far as
the drive's share is concerned,
"that's for a good time
for all of you
"at the end of the drive.
"Don't sit around
feeling bad about old Wish.
"I had a good life
and some good friends.
"A man can't ask for much more.
"I'd like Scarlet
"to have my new boots,
"and Quince should take my pipe.
"You had your eye on it
long enough.
"Toothless...
"I want you to have
those trained dice of mine,
"the only way you'll
stay ahead of the game.
"But the rest of my gear
ain't much.
"If anybody'd like to have
"a keepsake, I'd be proud
if you'd help yourself.
"That's about it.
"But I'd like to say this.
"I believe in God,
and if he's better to me
"than an ornery
old man deserves,
"I'll be some place
watching out for you.
"All of you.
Always, your friend, Wishbone."
(cattle lowing)
Lo siento, Señor Favor.
I would have stopped him,
but I did not know.
- Now, which way did he go?
- Quien sabe?
I paid no attention.
Should I saddle your horses?
With an hour's head start,
he could've gone anywhere.
Oh, I am sure he
will come back, señores.
He'll come back;
he's got nowhere else to go.
- QUINCE: Mr. Favor!
- What is it?
A rider coming in
from the north.
ROWDY:
See? I told you he'd come back.
(horse approaching)
Well, that's Wishbone's.
Where'd you get it?
He was heading toward Heber
when we picked him up.
If anything's happened to him,
anything at all...
He's all right.
There's no reason
he shouldn't stay that way--
-provided one thing.
- What's that?
Well, Sam says--
and I want to make sure
you get this right--
Sam says you've got
exactly one hour
to come up with the woman
and the $500.
If you don't, you can start
looking for a new cook.
What, are you talking
about killing?
Say it like a prayer, cowboy--
say it and believe it.
One hour.
And when you come,
come nice, understand?
Understand?
Yeah, yeah, we understand.
(lively chatter)
All right, take it easy.
You'll all get a chance to talk,
but one at a time!
Scarlet.
The man's got Wishbone--
I don't see there's
anything to talk about.
- Let's go get him back!
- OTHERS: Yeah! Let's go!
FAVOR:
Swell.
That's a great way
to get Wishbone
knocked off right now.
Well, Mr. Favor's right--
they'd kill him sure.
Well, if that's so,
we got no choice at all--
we got to do what they say.
A live girl against a dead man?
I say she goes!
And the money, too!
Wait a minute, wait a minute!
That's not possible!
In the first place,
I haven't got the money.
I swear it!
On my honor!
- What honor?
- ZIA: No!
He is telling the truth.
I looked in the wagon--
there is no money.
See? Heh!
Wait a minute,
you've got $500, don't you?
Yeah, there's a little over $500
in trail expense money.
I got $60 owed me on this drive,
and I just quit.
- That goes in the pot.
- Double it!
I'm in! Anyone else
for drawing their time?
- (lively chatter)
- FAVOR: All right, relax.
Nobody's got to draw their time.
You got the $500.
Cowards! Cowards!
What about my daughter?
Are you willing to turn her over
to that monster?
Where's your sense of shame?
Where's your manhood?
We must fight, attack, charge!
Show them no mercy!
Yeah, and get Wishbone killed?
You can't make an omelet without
breaking a few little eggs.
Now, men, listen to me,
all of you.
You all have daughters,
mothers, sisters,
your sacred heritage
to protect womanhood.
Now, you have men,
you have horses, you have guns.
All you need is a leader-- and
I, as the world's foremost...
Papa!
Shut up.
You are the world's
foremost windbag!
And you know it.
My own daughter
talks to me like that.
What have I raised?
A monster, an animal,
-a turnip without a heart.
- Papa!
Stop it!
I can be ready in five minutes.
You're not going to sell
yourself to that beast?
You are the one
who sold me, Papa.
I am just living up
to your bargain.
♪ ♪
(chuckles) The old thief
finally coughed up, huh?
No, the crew chipped in.
Hmm.
Well... is it all there?
- Yep.
- All $500?
Yep.
Now, what was that for?
For trying to buy me
in the first place.
If you want a woman,
you ask the woman.
Now, I am ready
to keep the bargain.
We'll take the wagon.
It's a long way back to Heber.
My little girl...
I'm going to miss you.
Papa, you get in the back.
Sam will drive.
Oh, my... my angel!
Are we taking him?
He is my father,
and he's your father-in-law!
- And don't you forget it.
-(chuckling)
Besides, he's a good cook.
(laughing)
Any other comments?
And take that cigar
out of your mouth!
Mm, this is too hard to clean.
Now, that's better.
Please... your arm.
Yes, dear.
(violin playing)
Well, come on,
move along, move along.
Got to get this line
moving today.
Look at 'em.
It's just like yesterday
never happened.
Wishbone's will,
the men shelling out the $500--
no one's even mentioned that.
Mm, ain't no need to.
Well, come on,
what are you doing, dreaming?
What do you know,
he finally broke down
-and made some fresh bread.
- Well, it's about time.
Oh, very funny!
Come on, move on there.
You act like a bunch
of old ladies.
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)