Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 27 - Incident of White Eyes - full transcript
Favor and Hey Soos stop a runaway stagecoach with a dying driver and several passengers after an Indian attack. Favor leads the coach to the next station. Apaches are waiting and Favor soon learns why along with the other passengers.
♪ 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)
Oh, boy.
Well, anyway,
I tells this kid,
I, I said,
son, are you plumb crazy?
You know what signing up
with a trail drive means?
Why, it means stampedes,
heat, and dust...
winds, and rain...
flood, misery, and monotony...
starvation, thirst...
Indians.
And Indians, and...
Now wait a minute.
Gotta be fair about this.
Just wouldn't find no Indians
out in this neck of the woods.
You wouldn't, huh?
Nah, nah.
Now I'll tell you where we'd...
find Indians.
We just found 'em, huh, Jim?
Yeah, sometimes an ol' boy
ought to just...
just stay in his bedroll.
All right, Joe,
rise and shine.
(Scarlet groans)
Hold it.
Maybe if I'd show 'em my uppers
they'd go away.
Arapaho?
A raiding party.
Go on.
You, uh, speak English?
Cows.
You give.
He's just trying to draw
to an inside straight, Rowdy.
Don't you give him
the right cards now.
Uh, you see,
we spent all morning
rounding up these cows.
We can't go
giving them away now.
I buy.
You buy? With what?
Slaves.
Unless my eyes are dried out,
they got all the earmarks
of Apaches.
You buy. Strong.
Work hard.
You buy.
- Huh?
- Listen, Rowdy,
let's not get mixed up
in this business.
Now I know it's tough on them,
but it ain't
none of our affair.
Quince, you ever seen
a blue-eyed Apache?
What?
ROWDY: I don't think
these are Indians.
I think these kids are white.
SCARLET:
White? They can't be.
Well, they can't,
but they sure are.
SCARLET:
Well, let's cut 'em loose.
Take it easy.
We're with a herd moving north.
Three slaves for cows.
Sure, sure.
Don't get overly excited,
young lady.
(groans)
(chuckles)
Look, I realize
you're grateful and all,
but you shouldn't be
too excited.
Doggone it, hold still!
(cries out)
Come on, shorthorn,
now what's the matter with you?
(Indians whooping)
QUINCE: I'll just
leave that muzzle on you.
(whooping)
(cattle bellowing)
Don't you realize...
(screams)
Now stop it!
40 head of good beeves...
for this?
All right, settle down.
SCARLET:
I've never seen such wildcats.
You mean, you couldn't
handle them, Joe?
What I want to know is
how the Sam Hill
they got mixed up with
the Apaches in the first place.
Well, sometimes
children are stolen
from farms, wagon trains.
SCARLET:
Well, if these were stolen,
they sure settled down good.
Why, they a dang sight more
Apache now than they are white.
Can they speak English?
I didn't have time to ask--
too busy defending myself.
You hungry?
How about a nice plate of stew?
Pobrecitos.
All right, what do you
think this is,
some kind of Wild West show
and picnic?
Hmm...
kids.
True, but don't let the size
of them fool ya.
What's your name?
Huh?
What's the matter?
Hey, I ain't gonna bite.
Touch her,
I'll cut your heart out.
Hey, she can talk.
You sure they're white,
Mr. Wishbone?
I'm not even sure
they're human.
Oh, they're frightened,
that's all.
Think what
they have been through.
Let me talk to them.
You better watch your eyes.
You're not afraid of me, huh?
My name is Hey Soos Patines.
What is yours?
Please, your name.
Yellow Sky.
And hers?
Winter Night.
Running Dog.
Your sister and brother?
And tell me,
where are you from, chiquita?
Taltoas.
Apache stronghold
down on the border.
Well, they weren't born there.
How'd you all get to Taltoas?
40 head.
Oh, Señor Favor, please.
Something terrible must
have happened to them
to make them so afraid
of their own people.
They need patience...
help.
Jim, what's the next town?
A place called Blue Ridge.
A good hundred miles on.
Yeah, well, they could ride
along with us to Blue Ridge
and their sheriff could probably
look up their kin or something.
I mean, what's,
what's a week or ten days or...
From you we want nothing.
Let us go.
Go where?
Back to our people,
to the Apaches.
You're not Apache,
you're white.
We are Apache.
We go back.
Oh, I'm afraid
you're wrong there.
You're going on to Blue Ridge,
like it or not.
If you get back to civilization,
that's something else again,
but while you're with the herd,
you're my business.
Clear?
Oh, and if you're thinking
of running away,
we'll just haul you back.
You cause any trouble,
you may be eating
from a standing position
for the next ten days.
Señor Favor...
That's it!
Si, Señor.
I'm sorry.
When Ulzana comes with his
knives and his warriors...
...I'll ask him not to kill you.
Who's Ulzana?
He's a warrior...
not a herder of cattle.
Yeah.
All right,
let's get back to work.
We got a herd to move.
Mushy, fix 'em up a place
in the supply wagon.
Oh, yes, sir!
Well, let's go.
All right,
they're not gonna bite.
Let's go.
Come on.
Over to the wagon.
You don't really think
the Apaches
would ride 200 miles
just to... find...
Oh...
Where do you think you're going?
Well, get the herd
moved out, of course.
Is that right?
And just who do you figure
is gonna take care
of those wildcats of yours?
Well, I...
Me?
Yup.
Me?
Oh, no.
Oh, no, that's-that's
a dirty trick. I...
Yeah, I guess those Arapahos
are pretty smart at that.
40 head of good beeves
and we take over their troubles.
They could sure
give a lesson in trading.
Yeah.
(men shouting, whistling)
Hyah! Hyah!
(cattle lowing)
Course, that was only
my first drive.
After that, I got so I could
even ride out a stampede
without having
to count the blisters.
Whoop!
Take it easy.
(strums note)
Yeah, Quince would
have your ears
if you broke
one of those strings.
This here's called a guitar.
I guess he wouldn't mind
if we exercise it a little bit.
(strums chords)
Kind of start strumming
back and forth like this,
and get a sound out of it.
I'll show you.
(playing an easy,
medium-tempo melody)
♪ Riding hard and riding fast ♪
♪ Always on the go ♪
♪ This is just a drover's life ♪
♪ This is all I know ♪
♪ Head 'em up, move 'em out ♪
♪ Always on the run ♪
♪ Got to make a few more miles ♪
♪ Before the setting sun ♪
♪ I've never had a love ♪
♪ To call my own ♪
♪ A poor drover's life ♪
♪ Is always alone ♪
♪ Into every cattle town ♪
♪ It's always been the same ♪
♪ Think I'm just a saddle bum ♪
♪ They don't know my name ♪
♪ I guess that I am rough,
all right ♪
♪ But I've never done no wrong ♪
♪ This is such a lonely trail ♪
♪ Oh, Lord, it seems so long ♪
♪ I'm gonna leave someday ♪
♪ Go far, far away ♪
♪ And find me a home ♪
♪ And love of my own ♪
♪ When I find that little girl ♪
♪ And I will someday ♪
♪ I'm gonna treat her kind
and good ♪
♪ I'll change my rowdy ways ♪
♪ I've never had a love ♪
♪ To call my own ♪
♪ A poor drover's life ♪
♪ Is always alone ♪
♪ And I'm gonna leave someday ♪
-♪ Go far, far away ♪
-(speaks native language)
♪ And find me a home ♪
♪ And love ♪
♪ And a love ♪
♪ Of my own. ♪
(music stops)
Don't stop now, Mr. Rowdy.
Shut up and drive, Mushy.
(slicing)
I know my singing
ain't too much,
but, uh, never knew a song yet
that could ruin an appetite.
Ain't you hungry?
Come on now.
We've got 90 miles to go.
Sooner or later,
you're gonna talk to me.
(sighs)
Of all the pigheaded...
(groans)
Mule-eared, pig-brained,
stubborn...
Now, Rowdy.
Eat?
No.
Mr. Favor, now look, we've been
together a long time.
This is just about the...
Now look here, Mr. Favor.
- Yeah?
-(chuckles)
What's your trouble?
Oh.
Well, it's them.
- I can't handle them.
I can handle cows, but not them.
They eat yet?
No, they won't even open
their mouths to talk.
If they don't get something
into them pretty soon,
they're gonna keel over.
This isn't funny anymore.
What's in the kettle?
- Beans.
- (sniffs)
Yeah, it don't smell too bad.
I outdid myself.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna eat.
What else?
Evening.
You ever seen a jackrabbit
caught in a trap?
You know, the harder
he pulls to get free,
tighter he's caught.
I think you three would be at
least as smart as a jackrabbit.
What's the matter boy,
you hungry?
No, he is not.
Oh.
Please?
Be still.
Yes.
Very good.
I know, the first lesson
is always the hardest.
Never let a woman run you.
Especially your stomach.
Wish?
You think you got a plate
to fit his size?
Yes, sir.
Uh, there's soap and water
right over here.
Now, you just wash up, and
I'll get you a plate of beans.
Wash?!
That's right, wash.
Right over there.
Come on!
Ah, come on!
Here, what do you think
you're doing?!
Mr. Favor, do I have
your permission
to instruct our young guest
on the subject of cleanliness
as it stacks up to godliness?
Mr. Wishbone, be my guest.
Now, look here, you...
(grunts)
Al right.
Now, here's the bucket
of water and soap.
Now, you just
march yourself over here
and wash that face and hands
and neck and ears,
or I'm gonna do it for you.
Now, what's it gonna be?
No! Not wash!
- Get him, Wish!
- Go get him, Wish!
(laughter)
Come on, Mr. Wishbone,
you can do it.
(laughter)
- Attaboy, Wish!
-(men shouting)
Hurry!
(laughter, shouting continue)
Come on, Mr. Wishbone!
You can do it!
What's the matter, Wish?
Did you lose him?
Why don't you rope him?
Oh! There we go!
(grunting)
We're going to find out
who's gonna wash
and who isn't gonna wash, huh?!
(water sloshing)
Enough!
You gonna wash your face now?
Yes.
Al right.
Now, there's the water
and there's the soap.
Get to it.
(panting)
Boy, I knew he'd do it.
Ain't nobody more fiercer than
Mr. Wishbone with a bar of soap.
(chuckles)
Well, now that you've had
your dinner, don't you think
you'd better wash your face
like your brother?
Ain't you learned?
You're supposed to answer
when you're spoke to.
Stop it.
Answer me.
Stop it.
You stay out of this.
She can answer for herself.
She cannot.
She has no voice.
From birth?
From fear.
From seeing things
she never should've seen.
What happened?
Chiquita, tell us.
There was never anything
but war.
Guns, fire.
We lived in Atlanta.
I was ten.
Robert was eight.
Ruth was two.
And there was nothing to eat.
Even the horses were gone.
And then my father
said it was over...
and we were going
to a new country...
where we'd be safe.
And we walked.
And we stole food.
It took us a year
to get to the Staked Plains.
But finally we stopped.
And we built a house.
It was summer.
Hot.
I was playing by the well
when they came.
Six men.
White men.
Then they asked my father
for money.
And... when he said
he had none...
they shot him.
And then they shot my mother.
Then they burned the house.
Ruth screamed...
screamed...
and screamed
till there was no sound left.
The Apaches found us
on the plains.
And raised us.
And loved us.
Sorry.
(cattle mooing)
(Winter Night sobbing quietly)
(sobbing continues)
What are you doing out here?
Hey.
Hey, take it easy.
I didn't mean to scare you.
That's a funny thing.
I must have been just about your
age when I did the same thing.
Tried to run away, I mean.
Yeah, I...
got about a mile off.
And then it happened.
First thing I come across
was a big coyote.
(howls softly)
Next thing up was
a big old hooty owl.
(hooting softly)
Well, that did it.
Boy, I grow roots and froze
right there, all night long.
I swear, it was the worst night
I ever spent in my whole life.
Now, there's no reason
for you to go through that.
Besides, it's about time you was
crawling under a blanket, huh?
Hmm?
There you go.
See, I told you I wouldn't bite.
Of course, I got to admit, I do
bark too much though, don't I?
Yeah, nothing to be afraid of.
Not anymore.
(sighs)
There you go.
Come sunup,
you won't even remember
what a coyote sounds like.
Or what it is to be afraid.
Well, now, maybe you got
a point there.
It don't seem like words
shut out the night, do they?
Unless of course,
they're the right words.
Now about the only thing
I know of what can change
night into day and day
back into night with words
is a leprechaun.
You know what a leprechaun is?
You don't?
Oh, come on.
You're putting me on.
Well, now, we better fix
that up right now.
Well, a leprechaun,
he's a little bitty
ol' wrinkled-up man
what's no bigger than you are
right now.
I swear.
He's half goblin, half fairy.
Lives in a far, far away island.
But he can pop up anywhere,
any time.
Especially if there happens
to be a...
pot of gold around.
Now, should you ever come
across a rainbow...
♪ ♪
(quietly):
Hey. Mr. Favor.
Those cattle I gave the Arapaho,
they seem to be drifting back.
There's some buzzards in the sky
over east.
I thought maybe we ought
to take a look.
Yeah, well, you better
take Jim with you.
I'm sort of tied up.
Well...
ROWDY:
Looks like we kind of broke
the enemy's solid front, huh?
Let's just hope we can
keep it that way, huh?
Apache arrow,
there's no doubt about it.
When they do a job,
they do it up right.
Where do you figure
they are now?
Good question.
There's one thing for sure.
They didn't come all this way
just to cut down a few Arapahos.
They're after those kids, Rowdy.
Maybe, maybe not.
90 miles to Blue Ridge.
- It'll be a long 90 miles.
- Yeah.
Any sign of 'em?
No. Dead still.
Dead as the moon.
You're absolutely sure
they was Apach?
Yeah, they were Apach,
all right.
And they know we know
they're there, too.
I don't know.
What I can't figure out
is what they're waiting on.
Maybe for reinforcements,
maybe terrain.
Maybe they're just waiting
out there
trying to worry us to death.
Of course, there's always
the possibility
that they ain't out there
at all.
WISHBONE: Running Dog!
Running Dog!
Dad-gummit,
where did that kid get to?
Running Do...!
Hey, wait a minute!
You been back of me
all this time,
letting me yell my lungs out?
- Follow.
- Huh?
Follow Wishbone.
Me like. Walk same.
Grow beard.
Learn cook.
Learn to cook? You?
Sure is a nuisance,
ain't he, Mr. Wishbone?
Nuisance is hardly the word.
I suppose you're hungry again?
All right. Give me that.
Oh, this kid sure is
getting to be
more trouble than he's worth.
Give me a spoon there.
Now go sit down and stop
plaguing your betters.
Kind of a smart boy at that.
I like a smart boy.
Here! What are you doing?!
Anybody else hasn't eaten,
why, come and get it.
Here it is.
No.
No.
One of us must show them
that we are Apaches.
This is a thing I must do.
You go.
Oh, best do tomorrow's cooking
tonight.
Till we reach Blue Ridge,
there won't be no noon stops.
Right.
I'd ask you to join me
for supper,
but I think you got
someone else in mind.
Good heavens.
You mean that stew's been
bubbling for an hour
and you ain't et yet?
Well, that is about the nicest
invitation I've ever had.
Thank you.
I tell you what.
Soon as we wade through
a mess of Wishbone's stew,
I'll read you a story,
all right?
Oh, wonderful.
Oh, thank you.
I don't suppose you changed
your mind about eating?
Well... I can't say
as I blame you.
All it is is beef and bacon.
Now, when you get to Blue Ridge,
you'll get something real good.
Maybe like ham and eggs,
chocolate cake
or ice cream maybe.
You've never had ice cream?
No, I don't suppose you have.
I never, never had it myself
till after the war.
Well, you got a lot
of great things
to look forward to in life.
Bet you've never seen
stereopticons
and barbed wire
and linoleum.
"Lemoleum"?
Yeah, it's a, it's a type
of stuff you nail down
on the floor,
sort of like rugging.
I'll tell you, Wishbone's got
an old catalog around here.
I'll see if I can find it.
This thing's got everything
in it.
Ah, here, it's one of these
new-type organs.
You pump with your feet
and put your hands on the keys,
and it just plays automatically.
Magic?
Well, no...
Uh, yeah, you can call it magic.
Here's something you never
had to worry about,
and that's new-changing styles.
Imagine women wearing something
like that on top of their head.
I'll tell you what.
Why don't you just go ahead
and thumb through it
a little bit,
and I'll be back in a minute.
♪ ♪
Muy bien, Señor Rowdy.
There are many ways
to skin a cat, huh?
Oh, yeah, here we go.
Here's a story you might like
about a girl named Ruth,
just like you.
And she had to learn to live
in a strange land
with strange people.
(playing "Red River Valley")
Señorita, there is one
very important art
a young lady should learn.
Bailar-- to dance.
May I?
Por favor?
("Red River Valley" continues)
Uh, Joe, I don't suppose
you know anything else
on that thing, huh?
Nope.
Yeah, I figured.
Well, could you play that maybe
in waltz time or something?
(resumes playing slowly)
Hey, boss.
This is what they call
cutting in.
Ulzana.
(stops playing)
Hang onto her.
Stay here.
We've been expecting you.
Death always comes
in its own time.
Give us what is ours,
or face it now.
Nothing here is yours.
They're white;
they belong with us.
They are Apache.
They will stay Apache.
They're going back
to their own people.
You try to stop that,
you got a fight.
Then it is done.
When the sun is high again,
there will only be
Apache here...
alive.
All right.
You best get some coffee.
You're gonna need it this night.
There's a saying
among my people:
"When the dawn comes
the waiting is done.”
More than just
the waiting is done.
When Ulzana comes,
he will keep his word.
You will die.
Everyone.
I swear, that one's more Apache
that Ulzana'll ever be.
I'm not so sure.
Nor am ll.
It cannot be easy,
living in two worlds.
Part of each,
belonging to neither.
Oh, they belong, all right.
They'll find that out
when they get to Blue Ridge.
How?
By being treated
like sideshow freaks?
Like three wild animals
brought back from the dead?
Their own people will
take care of them.
And what if they
haven't got any kin?
Maybe Yellow Sky and Running Dog
can take care of themselves,
but...
what about that little one?
Who's gonna take care of her?
I will.
(Wishbone sighs)
(bird trills)
(birds calling, hooting)
See anything I should know?
Only that they are there,
and we are here,
and men will die.
Yeah, I know your brother
and sister's name,
but I don't know yours.
Yellow Sky.
No, I mean your real name.
My first name...
was Beth.
Beth.
Oh, that's real pretty.
Short for Elizabeth, huh?
I think that means
"God has sworn.”
Which God, yours...
or mine?
You're not Apache.
YELLOW SKY:
Why?
Because their skin is red,
and mine is white?
Can't you understand?
They have given me
more than just a roof.
They have given me a new life.
A reason to live.
I want to go back.
And I don't want you--
any of you--
to die.
Yeah, well...
that's up to Ulzana.
(birds chirping)
♪ ♪
Remember, don't open up
till you got a clear target.
Apache ain't going
to give you a second chance.
(whooping war cries)
Beth!
FAVOR:
Hold your fire!
YELLOW SKY:
Mr. Favor?
FAVOR:
Speak your piece.
I thought that maybe
if I went back on my own,
they would be
willing to bargain.
But...
...there is one
who will not agree.
Natana!
They belong to us.
Where their hearts are,
they belong.
Apache calls little his own:
the rocks, the sky, the air.
We keep only what we need.
Our people.
Look, in Philadelphia
there are doctors,
specialists that can help her.
What can you do to help her?
Will you at least
consider what she wants?
Needs?
And you, Señor Favor?
Are you thinking
of what she wants or needs?
There is no Solomon here
to help us.
Why not let the three of them
decide for themselves?
- Themselves?
- You fear choice?
All right, I've just got
one more thing to say.
The days of the Apache nation
are numbered.
Can't be stopped,
can't be changed.
You know that as well as I do.
You'll fight the armies,
you'll lose,
and you'll die.
So will every man, woman,
and child that goes with you.
It is their choice.
Yellow Sky?
It's not a bad world, Beth,
and you got a right to it.
No.
No, I... I was born white,
but I am not white now.
I wouldn't understand
your towns...
or your ways...
or your people.
Please,
try to understand.
Look, Beth...
My name is Yellow Sky.
Good-bye.
(sighs)
Running Dog?
Grow hair. Be cook.
Apache cook.
And you, Winter Night,
you understand?
R...R...
Ruth.
"Whither thou goest, I will go.
"Whither thou lodgest,
I will lodge.
"And thy people
shall be my people,
and thy God, my God."”
Book of Ruth.
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)
Oh, boy.
Well, anyway,
I tells this kid,
I, I said,
son, are you plumb crazy?
You know what signing up
with a trail drive means?
Why, it means stampedes,
heat, and dust...
winds, and rain...
flood, misery, and monotony...
starvation, thirst...
Indians.
And Indians, and...
Now wait a minute.
Gotta be fair about this.
Just wouldn't find no Indians
out in this neck of the woods.
You wouldn't, huh?
Nah, nah.
Now I'll tell you where we'd...
find Indians.
We just found 'em, huh, Jim?
Yeah, sometimes an ol' boy
ought to just...
just stay in his bedroll.
All right, Joe,
rise and shine.
(Scarlet groans)
Hold it.
Maybe if I'd show 'em my uppers
they'd go away.
Arapaho?
A raiding party.
Go on.
You, uh, speak English?
Cows.
You give.
He's just trying to draw
to an inside straight, Rowdy.
Don't you give him
the right cards now.
Uh, you see,
we spent all morning
rounding up these cows.
We can't go
giving them away now.
I buy.
You buy? With what?
Slaves.
Unless my eyes are dried out,
they got all the earmarks
of Apaches.
You buy. Strong.
Work hard.
You buy.
- Huh?
- Listen, Rowdy,
let's not get mixed up
in this business.
Now I know it's tough on them,
but it ain't
none of our affair.
Quince, you ever seen
a blue-eyed Apache?
What?
ROWDY: I don't think
these are Indians.
I think these kids are white.
SCARLET:
White? They can't be.
Well, they can't,
but they sure are.
SCARLET:
Well, let's cut 'em loose.
Take it easy.
We're with a herd moving north.
Three slaves for cows.
Sure, sure.
Don't get overly excited,
young lady.
(groans)
(chuckles)
Look, I realize
you're grateful and all,
but you shouldn't be
too excited.
Doggone it, hold still!
(cries out)
Come on, shorthorn,
now what's the matter with you?
(Indians whooping)
QUINCE: I'll just
leave that muzzle on you.
(whooping)
(cattle bellowing)
Don't you realize...
(screams)
Now stop it!
40 head of good beeves...
for this?
All right, settle down.
SCARLET:
I've never seen such wildcats.
You mean, you couldn't
handle them, Joe?
What I want to know is
how the Sam Hill
they got mixed up with
the Apaches in the first place.
Well, sometimes
children are stolen
from farms, wagon trains.
SCARLET:
Well, if these were stolen,
they sure settled down good.
Why, they a dang sight more
Apache now than they are white.
Can they speak English?
I didn't have time to ask--
too busy defending myself.
You hungry?
How about a nice plate of stew?
Pobrecitos.
All right, what do you
think this is,
some kind of Wild West show
and picnic?
Hmm...
kids.
True, but don't let the size
of them fool ya.
What's your name?
Huh?
What's the matter?
Hey, I ain't gonna bite.
Touch her,
I'll cut your heart out.
Hey, she can talk.
You sure they're white,
Mr. Wishbone?
I'm not even sure
they're human.
Oh, they're frightened,
that's all.
Think what
they have been through.
Let me talk to them.
You better watch your eyes.
You're not afraid of me, huh?
My name is Hey Soos Patines.
What is yours?
Please, your name.
Yellow Sky.
And hers?
Winter Night.
Running Dog.
Your sister and brother?
And tell me,
where are you from, chiquita?
Taltoas.
Apache stronghold
down on the border.
Well, they weren't born there.
How'd you all get to Taltoas?
40 head.
Oh, Señor Favor, please.
Something terrible must
have happened to them
to make them so afraid
of their own people.
They need patience...
help.
Jim, what's the next town?
A place called Blue Ridge.
A good hundred miles on.
Yeah, well, they could ride
along with us to Blue Ridge
and their sheriff could probably
look up their kin or something.
I mean, what's,
what's a week or ten days or...
From you we want nothing.
Let us go.
Go where?
Back to our people,
to the Apaches.
You're not Apache,
you're white.
We are Apache.
We go back.
Oh, I'm afraid
you're wrong there.
You're going on to Blue Ridge,
like it or not.
If you get back to civilization,
that's something else again,
but while you're with the herd,
you're my business.
Clear?
Oh, and if you're thinking
of running away,
we'll just haul you back.
You cause any trouble,
you may be eating
from a standing position
for the next ten days.
Señor Favor...
That's it!
Si, Señor.
I'm sorry.
When Ulzana comes with his
knives and his warriors...
...I'll ask him not to kill you.
Who's Ulzana?
He's a warrior...
not a herder of cattle.
Yeah.
All right,
let's get back to work.
We got a herd to move.
Mushy, fix 'em up a place
in the supply wagon.
Oh, yes, sir!
Well, let's go.
All right,
they're not gonna bite.
Let's go.
Come on.
Over to the wagon.
You don't really think
the Apaches
would ride 200 miles
just to... find...
Oh...
Where do you think you're going?
Well, get the herd
moved out, of course.
Is that right?
And just who do you figure
is gonna take care
of those wildcats of yours?
Well, I...
Me?
Yup.
Me?
Oh, no.
Oh, no, that's-that's
a dirty trick. I...
Yeah, I guess those Arapahos
are pretty smart at that.
40 head of good beeves
and we take over their troubles.
They could sure
give a lesson in trading.
Yeah.
(men shouting, whistling)
Hyah! Hyah!
(cattle lowing)
Course, that was only
my first drive.
After that, I got so I could
even ride out a stampede
without having
to count the blisters.
Whoop!
Take it easy.
(strums note)
Yeah, Quince would
have your ears
if you broke
one of those strings.
This here's called a guitar.
I guess he wouldn't mind
if we exercise it a little bit.
(strums chords)
Kind of start strumming
back and forth like this,
and get a sound out of it.
I'll show you.
(playing an easy,
medium-tempo melody)
♪ Riding hard and riding fast ♪
♪ Always on the go ♪
♪ This is just a drover's life ♪
♪ This is all I know ♪
♪ Head 'em up, move 'em out ♪
♪ Always on the run ♪
♪ Got to make a few more miles ♪
♪ Before the setting sun ♪
♪ I've never had a love ♪
♪ To call my own ♪
♪ A poor drover's life ♪
♪ Is always alone ♪
♪ Into every cattle town ♪
♪ It's always been the same ♪
♪ Think I'm just a saddle bum ♪
♪ They don't know my name ♪
♪ I guess that I am rough,
all right ♪
♪ But I've never done no wrong ♪
♪ This is such a lonely trail ♪
♪ Oh, Lord, it seems so long ♪
♪ I'm gonna leave someday ♪
♪ Go far, far away ♪
♪ And find me a home ♪
♪ And love of my own ♪
♪ When I find that little girl ♪
♪ And I will someday ♪
♪ I'm gonna treat her kind
and good ♪
♪ I'll change my rowdy ways ♪
♪ I've never had a love ♪
♪ To call my own ♪
♪ A poor drover's life ♪
♪ Is always alone ♪
♪ And I'm gonna leave someday ♪
-♪ Go far, far away ♪
-(speaks native language)
♪ And find me a home ♪
♪ And love ♪
♪ And a love ♪
♪ Of my own. ♪
(music stops)
Don't stop now, Mr. Rowdy.
Shut up and drive, Mushy.
(slicing)
I know my singing
ain't too much,
but, uh, never knew a song yet
that could ruin an appetite.
Ain't you hungry?
Come on now.
We've got 90 miles to go.
Sooner or later,
you're gonna talk to me.
(sighs)
Of all the pigheaded...
(groans)
Mule-eared, pig-brained,
stubborn...
Now, Rowdy.
Eat?
No.
Mr. Favor, now look, we've been
together a long time.
This is just about the...
Now look here, Mr. Favor.
- Yeah?
-(chuckles)
What's your trouble?
Oh.
Well, it's them.
- I can't handle them.
I can handle cows, but not them.
They eat yet?
No, they won't even open
their mouths to talk.
If they don't get something
into them pretty soon,
they're gonna keel over.
This isn't funny anymore.
What's in the kettle?
- Beans.
- (sniffs)
Yeah, it don't smell too bad.
I outdid myself.
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna eat.
What else?
Evening.
You ever seen a jackrabbit
caught in a trap?
You know, the harder
he pulls to get free,
tighter he's caught.
I think you three would be at
least as smart as a jackrabbit.
What's the matter boy,
you hungry?
No, he is not.
Oh.
Please?
Be still.
Yes.
Very good.
I know, the first lesson
is always the hardest.
Never let a woman run you.
Especially your stomach.
Wish?
You think you got a plate
to fit his size?
Yes, sir.
Uh, there's soap and water
right over here.
Now, you just wash up, and
I'll get you a plate of beans.
Wash?!
That's right, wash.
Right over there.
Come on!
Ah, come on!
Here, what do you think
you're doing?!
Mr. Favor, do I have
your permission
to instruct our young guest
on the subject of cleanliness
as it stacks up to godliness?
Mr. Wishbone, be my guest.
Now, look here, you...
(grunts)
Al right.
Now, here's the bucket
of water and soap.
Now, you just
march yourself over here
and wash that face and hands
and neck and ears,
or I'm gonna do it for you.
Now, what's it gonna be?
No! Not wash!
- Get him, Wish!
- Go get him, Wish!
(laughter)
Come on, Mr. Wishbone,
you can do it.
(laughter)
- Attaboy, Wish!
-(men shouting)
Hurry!
(laughter, shouting continue)
Come on, Mr. Wishbone!
You can do it!
What's the matter, Wish?
Did you lose him?
Why don't you rope him?
Oh! There we go!
(grunting)
We're going to find out
who's gonna wash
and who isn't gonna wash, huh?!
(water sloshing)
Enough!
You gonna wash your face now?
Yes.
Al right.
Now, there's the water
and there's the soap.
Get to it.
(panting)
Boy, I knew he'd do it.
Ain't nobody more fiercer than
Mr. Wishbone with a bar of soap.
(chuckles)
Well, now that you've had
your dinner, don't you think
you'd better wash your face
like your brother?
Ain't you learned?
You're supposed to answer
when you're spoke to.
Stop it.
Answer me.
Stop it.
You stay out of this.
She can answer for herself.
She cannot.
She has no voice.
From birth?
From fear.
From seeing things
she never should've seen.
What happened?
Chiquita, tell us.
There was never anything
but war.
Guns, fire.
We lived in Atlanta.
I was ten.
Robert was eight.
Ruth was two.
And there was nothing to eat.
Even the horses were gone.
And then my father
said it was over...
and we were going
to a new country...
where we'd be safe.
And we walked.
And we stole food.
It took us a year
to get to the Staked Plains.
But finally we stopped.
And we built a house.
It was summer.
Hot.
I was playing by the well
when they came.
Six men.
White men.
Then they asked my father
for money.
And... when he said
he had none...
they shot him.
And then they shot my mother.
Then they burned the house.
Ruth screamed...
screamed...
and screamed
till there was no sound left.
The Apaches found us
on the plains.
And raised us.
And loved us.
Sorry.
(cattle mooing)
(Winter Night sobbing quietly)
(sobbing continues)
What are you doing out here?
Hey.
Hey, take it easy.
I didn't mean to scare you.
That's a funny thing.
I must have been just about your
age when I did the same thing.
Tried to run away, I mean.
Yeah, I...
got about a mile off.
And then it happened.
First thing I come across
was a big coyote.
(howls softly)
Next thing up was
a big old hooty owl.
(hooting softly)
Well, that did it.
Boy, I grow roots and froze
right there, all night long.
I swear, it was the worst night
I ever spent in my whole life.
Now, there's no reason
for you to go through that.
Besides, it's about time you was
crawling under a blanket, huh?
Hmm?
There you go.
See, I told you I wouldn't bite.
Of course, I got to admit, I do
bark too much though, don't I?
Yeah, nothing to be afraid of.
Not anymore.
(sighs)
There you go.
Come sunup,
you won't even remember
what a coyote sounds like.
Or what it is to be afraid.
Well, now, maybe you got
a point there.
It don't seem like words
shut out the night, do they?
Unless of course,
they're the right words.
Now about the only thing
I know of what can change
night into day and day
back into night with words
is a leprechaun.
You know what a leprechaun is?
You don't?
Oh, come on.
You're putting me on.
Well, now, we better fix
that up right now.
Well, a leprechaun,
he's a little bitty
ol' wrinkled-up man
what's no bigger than you are
right now.
I swear.
He's half goblin, half fairy.
Lives in a far, far away island.
But he can pop up anywhere,
any time.
Especially if there happens
to be a...
pot of gold around.
Now, should you ever come
across a rainbow...
♪ ♪
(quietly):
Hey. Mr. Favor.
Those cattle I gave the Arapaho,
they seem to be drifting back.
There's some buzzards in the sky
over east.
I thought maybe we ought
to take a look.
Yeah, well, you better
take Jim with you.
I'm sort of tied up.
Well...
ROWDY:
Looks like we kind of broke
the enemy's solid front, huh?
Let's just hope we can
keep it that way, huh?
Apache arrow,
there's no doubt about it.
When they do a job,
they do it up right.
Where do you figure
they are now?
Good question.
There's one thing for sure.
They didn't come all this way
just to cut down a few Arapahos.
They're after those kids, Rowdy.
Maybe, maybe not.
90 miles to Blue Ridge.
- It'll be a long 90 miles.
- Yeah.
Any sign of 'em?
No. Dead still.
Dead as the moon.
You're absolutely sure
they was Apach?
Yeah, they were Apach,
all right.
And they know we know
they're there, too.
I don't know.
What I can't figure out
is what they're waiting on.
Maybe for reinforcements,
maybe terrain.
Maybe they're just waiting
out there
trying to worry us to death.
Of course, there's always
the possibility
that they ain't out there
at all.
WISHBONE: Running Dog!
Running Dog!
Dad-gummit,
where did that kid get to?
Running Do...!
Hey, wait a minute!
You been back of me
all this time,
letting me yell my lungs out?
- Follow.
- Huh?
Follow Wishbone.
Me like. Walk same.
Grow beard.
Learn cook.
Learn to cook? You?
Sure is a nuisance,
ain't he, Mr. Wishbone?
Nuisance is hardly the word.
I suppose you're hungry again?
All right. Give me that.
Oh, this kid sure is
getting to be
more trouble than he's worth.
Give me a spoon there.
Now go sit down and stop
plaguing your betters.
Kind of a smart boy at that.
I like a smart boy.
Here! What are you doing?!
Anybody else hasn't eaten,
why, come and get it.
Here it is.
No.
No.
One of us must show them
that we are Apaches.
This is a thing I must do.
You go.
Oh, best do tomorrow's cooking
tonight.
Till we reach Blue Ridge,
there won't be no noon stops.
Right.
I'd ask you to join me
for supper,
but I think you got
someone else in mind.
Good heavens.
You mean that stew's been
bubbling for an hour
and you ain't et yet?
Well, that is about the nicest
invitation I've ever had.
Thank you.
I tell you what.
Soon as we wade through
a mess of Wishbone's stew,
I'll read you a story,
all right?
Oh, wonderful.
Oh, thank you.
I don't suppose you changed
your mind about eating?
Well... I can't say
as I blame you.
All it is is beef and bacon.
Now, when you get to Blue Ridge,
you'll get something real good.
Maybe like ham and eggs,
chocolate cake
or ice cream maybe.
You've never had ice cream?
No, I don't suppose you have.
I never, never had it myself
till after the war.
Well, you got a lot
of great things
to look forward to in life.
Bet you've never seen
stereopticons
and barbed wire
and linoleum.
"Lemoleum"?
Yeah, it's a, it's a type
of stuff you nail down
on the floor,
sort of like rugging.
I'll tell you, Wishbone's got
an old catalog around here.
I'll see if I can find it.
This thing's got everything
in it.
Ah, here, it's one of these
new-type organs.
You pump with your feet
and put your hands on the keys,
and it just plays automatically.
Magic?
Well, no...
Uh, yeah, you can call it magic.
Here's something you never
had to worry about,
and that's new-changing styles.
Imagine women wearing something
like that on top of their head.
I'll tell you what.
Why don't you just go ahead
and thumb through it
a little bit,
and I'll be back in a minute.
♪ ♪
Muy bien, Señor Rowdy.
There are many ways
to skin a cat, huh?
Oh, yeah, here we go.
Here's a story you might like
about a girl named Ruth,
just like you.
And she had to learn to live
in a strange land
with strange people.
(playing "Red River Valley")
Señorita, there is one
very important art
a young lady should learn.
Bailar-- to dance.
May I?
Por favor?
("Red River Valley" continues)
Uh, Joe, I don't suppose
you know anything else
on that thing, huh?
Nope.
Yeah, I figured.
Well, could you play that maybe
in waltz time or something?
(resumes playing slowly)
Hey, boss.
This is what they call
cutting in.
Ulzana.
(stops playing)
Hang onto her.
Stay here.
We've been expecting you.
Death always comes
in its own time.
Give us what is ours,
or face it now.
Nothing here is yours.
They're white;
they belong with us.
They are Apache.
They will stay Apache.
They're going back
to their own people.
You try to stop that,
you got a fight.
Then it is done.
When the sun is high again,
there will only be
Apache here...
alive.
All right.
You best get some coffee.
You're gonna need it this night.
There's a saying
among my people:
"When the dawn comes
the waiting is done.”
More than just
the waiting is done.
When Ulzana comes,
he will keep his word.
You will die.
Everyone.
I swear, that one's more Apache
that Ulzana'll ever be.
I'm not so sure.
Nor am ll.
It cannot be easy,
living in two worlds.
Part of each,
belonging to neither.
Oh, they belong, all right.
They'll find that out
when they get to Blue Ridge.
How?
By being treated
like sideshow freaks?
Like three wild animals
brought back from the dead?
Their own people will
take care of them.
And what if they
haven't got any kin?
Maybe Yellow Sky and Running Dog
can take care of themselves,
but...
what about that little one?
Who's gonna take care of her?
I will.
(Wishbone sighs)
(bird trills)
(birds calling, hooting)
See anything I should know?
Only that they are there,
and we are here,
and men will die.
Yeah, I know your brother
and sister's name,
but I don't know yours.
Yellow Sky.
No, I mean your real name.
My first name...
was Beth.
Beth.
Oh, that's real pretty.
Short for Elizabeth, huh?
I think that means
"God has sworn.”
Which God, yours...
or mine?
You're not Apache.
YELLOW SKY:
Why?
Because their skin is red,
and mine is white?
Can't you understand?
They have given me
more than just a roof.
They have given me a new life.
A reason to live.
I want to go back.
And I don't want you--
any of you--
to die.
Yeah, well...
that's up to Ulzana.
(birds chirping)
♪ ♪
Remember, don't open up
till you got a clear target.
Apache ain't going
to give you a second chance.
(whooping war cries)
Beth!
FAVOR:
Hold your fire!
YELLOW SKY:
Mr. Favor?
FAVOR:
Speak your piece.
I thought that maybe
if I went back on my own,
they would be
willing to bargain.
But...
...there is one
who will not agree.
Natana!
They belong to us.
Where their hearts are,
they belong.
Apache calls little his own:
the rocks, the sky, the air.
We keep only what we need.
Our people.
Look, in Philadelphia
there are doctors,
specialists that can help her.
What can you do to help her?
Will you at least
consider what she wants?
Needs?
And you, Señor Favor?
Are you thinking
of what she wants or needs?
There is no Solomon here
to help us.
Why not let the three of them
decide for themselves?
- Themselves?
- You fear choice?
All right, I've just got
one more thing to say.
The days of the Apache nation
are numbered.
Can't be stopped,
can't be changed.
You know that as well as I do.
You'll fight the armies,
you'll lose,
and you'll die.
So will every man, woman,
and child that goes with you.
It is their choice.
Yellow Sky?
It's not a bad world, Beth,
and you got a right to it.
No.
No, I... I was born white,
but I am not white now.
I wouldn't understand
your towns...
or your ways...
or your people.
Please,
try to understand.
Look, Beth...
My name is Yellow Sky.
Good-bye.
(sighs)
Running Dog?
Grow hair. Be cook.
Apache cook.
And you, Winter Night,
you understand?
R...R...
Ruth.
"Whither thou goest, I will go.
"Whither thou lodgest,
I will lodge.
"And thy people
shall be my people,
and thy God, my God."”
Book of Ruth.
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)