Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 5, Episode 3 - Incident at Cactus Wells - full transcript

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

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ Don't try to understand them ♪

♪ Just rope and throw
and brand 'em ♪

♪ Soon we'll be living
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)

(sighs)

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

MAN:
That you, Marion?



(door opening)

Marion?

Who are you?

What do you want here?

(gunshot)

(woman screaming)

(dog barking)

Go.

(overlapping shouting)

Yeah, yeah, any second now.

- Come on, Rowdy.
- Come on, Rowdy.

Come on, Scarlet.

Come on, Mr. Rowdy.

Now I said
I wanted those plates dry.

(overlapping shouting)

Oh, let her rip, Rowdy.
That's it.

That's it.
Now, come on, Rowdy.

- Come on, Joe, take him.
- Push him down, Rowdy.

- You can do it.
- You got him.

Yeah, yeah, any second now.

(overlapping shouting)

Come on, Mr. Rowdy.

Wish, you about done?

Well, I would be if I had
more rubbing and less routing.

Here!

- Come on, Rowdy!
- Cone on, Rowdy!

(overlapping shouting)

(overlapping shouting)

- That a boy, Joe.
- Ah, there you go.

(overlapping chatter)

- Yay!
- Aw! Sh...

There you go.

(overlapping chatter)

- Ramrod. -Hey, men,
let's get back to work.

Show's over.

(quiet, indistinct chatter)

Aw, you hurt your arm?

It's felt better.

Still good enough
to haze beef with, ain't it?

Yeah. Hey, Mr. Favor?

FAVOR:
Hmm?

Your trail boss around?

Uh, over there.
Answers to Gil Favor.

Favor?

Huh?

Mr. Favor?

Yeah.

Can you use another hand?

You ever worked cattle?

I worked about everything...
one time or another.

Get paid the end of the drive,

so, better not sign on
unless you mean to stick.

I'll be staying.

All right, you'll ride drag.

Whatever you want, boss.

Rowdy Yates, ramrod.

Frank Trask.

Put something behind your belt,
then catch up.

(men calling to cattle)

(whistling,
men calling to cattle)

(whistling)

(men calling to cattle)

(whistling)

(cattle lowing)

(cattle lowing)

More coffee?

Thanks.

Flushed out
and led dead, boys.

Can't hardly hold my arm up.

Any takers?

Rowdy, how about you?

Oh, no. You've already taken
everybody in the camp, Scarlet.

No, not everybody.

Yeah, Trask, how about it?

Why don't you give him a try?

Yeah. Somebody's got to take him
down a peg or two, Frank,

or there just won't be
no living with him.

No, I don't think so.

Oh, come on.
You can do it.

Not interested.

Look, he's just full of bluff,

and plus a few tricks,
that's all.

Look, all you have to do

is show him the scar real good,
and most likely stare him down.

(grunting)

(grunts)

Just stay away from me.

Just like a grizzly bear.

What was that all about?

Oh, I don't know.

Started off all
kind of friendly,

and then, Quince mentioned
something about his scar,

and Trask went off
like a lump of black powder.

Make that a wagon load
of powder.

I feel like
I just took on a locomotive.

I know. You don't have
to tell me. I'm fired.

I'll decide that.

Why'd you jump Quince?

Ask him.

FAVOR:
I did.

Look, I didn't mean
to start any trouble.

I just wanted
to be left alone.

Seem to be awful touchy

about that little scratch
on your face.

Maybe I am,
maybe I'm not.

I just want to be left alone.

If that's asking too much,
maybe you better fire me.

Best get some sleep.

We've got a long haul tomorrow.

Morning, Mr. Trask.

Morning.

(birds singing)

(speaking indistinctly)

Favor?

Yeah?

Sheriff Kieler. Salt Springs.

I'd like to have a word
with you?

Uh, yeah, sure.

Sure is a beautiful morning,
ain't it?

But I got a feeling
it's gonna be a scorcher.

You see that haze?

Boy, when you see the haze
like that,

Mr. Wishbone says
you mighty well tell

it's gonna be a scorcher.

(horse sputters)

Trask?

Huh?

Sheriff Kieler here wants
to ask you a few questions.

What about?

I understand you joined
the driver yesterday.

That's right.

Ever been in Salt Springs?

No. Why?

A rancher was killed near there
a couple of days ago.

What's that got to do with me?

Some food was taken.

I figure the killer's
some saddle bum.

A man strong enough

to break that rancher's neck
with one blow.

Well, I've been working a ranch
up near Hyattville.

Now, he did come in
from the north.

Smart man might have
circled the herd,

come in from
the opposite direction.

Let's take a look
at your saddlebags.

Help yourself.

Your bedroll?

Take a look.

Well, there's nothing there.

I guess you're clean.

Oh, say, Sheriff, uh, how long
do you figure you'll be?

Oh, two hours, maybe three.

It's only ten miles
there and back.

Sooner the better.

Hey, Wish, we're not gonna be
pulling out for a little bit.

Not pulling out? Why?

Well, we're gonna have company
as far as Grayson.

What company?

Well, the boss didn't say.

"Load up the wagons.
Unload the wagons.

Hitch up the team.
Unhitch the team.”

Someday, somebody around here

is gonna make up
his rock-headed mind.

Whoa, now.

Whoa.

Miss Curtis,
this is Mr. Gil Favor.

He's the trail boss.

Pleased to meet you,
Miss Curtis.

And this is, um...

Rowdy Yates, ma’am.

Mr. Favor, I'm obliged.

If there's anything I can do

to make your trip easier,
you just tell me, huh?

If you'll tell me
when I get in the way.

Well, I'm leaving you
in good hands, Miss Curtis.

I'll head back
for Salt Springs now.

Good-bye, Sheriff,
and thank you for your kindness.

Not at all, Miss Curtis.

Good luck.

Thanks, Favor.

Well, uh, if you'll excuse me,
ma'am, we-we got to get started.

Rowdy, get the men moving.

- Uh, boss... -Now, Wishbone,
get that wagon going.

- Say, boss... -And, Mushy,
don't forget anything.

- Mr. Favor... -And, Mushy, be
sure to put out the fire, huh?!

Say, uh...

Oh, uh, who's gonna ride
with Miss Curtis?

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Uh, Trask!

Trask!

I'll, uh, need somebody
to drive this wagon.

Now, Miss Curtis,
this is Frank Trask.

He'll, uh, help you
handle things.

I thank you for your help.

Uh, Miss Curtis is blind.

Mr. Trask?

Yeah.

I hope I won't be
too much trouble for you.

Better get going if we're gonna
keep up with that herd.

Hah! Hah!

((men shouting, whooping)

Being a drover
must be a hectic life.

Always on the move.

How many cows are there?

Or do you call them steers?

Steers, beeves--
not much difference.

How many are there?

About 3,000.

You're not very happy

with having to watch over me,
are you?

It ain't that, it's just,

I thought maybe you didn't
feel much like talking.

Sometimes it helps to talk.

Sometimes.

It's all right if I throw away
yesterday's beans?

You forgot everything
I ever taught you?

(whispers):
Put it in.

Waste not, want not.

How 'bout it, Wishbone?

We gonna have to wait all night
to get poisoned?

Al right.

It's your stomachs.

See if you can come up
with some meat next time.

Next man.

Thank you.

Mr. Trask...

please, don't make the mistake
so many people do.

I'm blind, but I'm not helpless.

I have that much of my father.

I think my blindness hurt him
more than it did me.

But he never sheltered me.

He...

He let me grow up
and discover things for myself.

There's a reason for everything.

E-Even my blindness.

God saw to it.

That was his outlook.

It used to be mine.

What is the reason
for his death?

There isn't any reason.

Any sense.

A man breaks into our house
and steals some food.

He have to steal
my father's life, too?

Why?

Some things just don't
have a reason.

Maybe, maybe the man was scared.

Maybe he didn't even mean
to hurt your father.

Does that make it right?

I'm not saying it's right.

It's just so.

It's... hard, Mr. Trask.

Believing it's so, I mean.

Three days ago,
my... my life was sure.

Safe.

Now all I have is an aunt
I don't even know.

It's not the end, Miss Curtis.

Remember a preacher
once telling me that...

every year you live is like
a chapter out of a storybook.

You're just turning a new page,
that's all.

And crying about the yesterdays

don't make the tomorrows
any better.

You learn to live
with that, and...

...you learn to live
with almost anything.

Even yourself.

Mr. Trask?

Yes?

Will you promise me something?

What is it?

If I ever do that again...

...feel sorry for myself,
I mean...

...you'll tell me.

Might be I'll even try
telling myself.

Of course, now Abilene does now.

They sure ain't
short on females.

What I hear about Denver,
now, that's...

Right behind you.

I'll just get you a plate.

I only hope the dust
didn't make you

lose your appetite, Miss Curtis.

Not at all, Mr. Favor.

Another day or so,
I might even ask for a job.

(chuckles)

Here you are.

Be careful, it's hot.

Thank you.

Bless, oh, Lord,
this food for our use,

and us to thine holy service.

Amen.

- Amen. -Amen.
- Amen. -Amen.

Amen.

Would you like
some coffee, Miss?

Miss Curtis likes tea.

We don't have any tea.

Telling you, ma'am, you can have
coffee hot, cold, old or new.

That's all Wishbone knows.

Now, that ain't nice, Quince.

You know Wishbone can cook
anything that burns.

Why, you miserable,
low-down, flea-bitten...

Never you mind, Mr. Wishbone.

Coffee will be fine.

And your cooking is delicious.

Would you mind
saying that again, ma'am,

just a little bit louder?

I said you're an excellent cook,
Mr. Wishbone.

Mushy, find that
can of tea we got!

(men shouting, cattle mooing)

Whoa. Whoa.

Why are we stopping, Mr. Trask?

My horse.

Here.

Hey, Yates!

My horse broke loose.

One of the boys will pick it up.

That's all right,
I better get him.

Nah, you can't go back there
with Miss Curtis.

I don't mind, Mr. Yates.

I do, ma'am.

Get moving, Trask.

Yah!

Lose something, Hey Soos?

It's the other way
around, senor.

Here. A picture of
Senorita Curtis.

Whose saddlebags?

I think they belong
to Senor Trask.

- Hmm?
- Si.

How is it he has a memento
of a girl he only just met?

I don't know.

Guess you'd have to ask him.

Of course,
then you'd have to tell him

you'd been going through
his saddlebags.

Oh, senor, I have just lost
my sense of curiosity.

Mm-hmm.

Be right back.

Hey Soos, did you get my horse?

Si, right there.

What'd you do with my saddlebag?

The wagon with the others.

Thanks.

De nada.

(cows mooing)

Pair of queens.

Trask sure has quieted down
a lot, hasn't he?

He was quiet
just before he hit me, too.

But I guess I had it coming.

Last hand, boss.

- You in or out?
- Out.

Well, I guess I'll bed down.

I think I'll go check
on Miss Curtis,

see how she's feeling.

I'll check on Miss Curtis.

When we first met, I...
I thought you'd be

one of those gruff men who fight
what they can't understand,

but when I was talking
about my father, you were...

Do you know
what compassion is, Mr. Trask?

Compassion?

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, that's what you had.

All the gruffness went away,

and you had a sort of
gentle strength.

You're giving me more credit
than you ought to.

Tell me about yourself.

Not much to tell.

Born in Pennsylvania.

Had a farm.

Pretty good one, too.

Went in the war
and got captured.

When I got out,
I went back, but there...

wasn't any farm left.

Now I take a job where I can.

Work off the land
most of the time.

Don't you want to do anything?

I mean,
don't you have any dreams?

Everyone has a dream somewhere.

What's yours?

Oregon.

I always wanted to go to Oregon.

They say there's
so many trees there,

so much land, room for a man.

Oregon.

Even the word sounds good.

Fresh and... and clean.

Where a man could lose himself
and find himself, maybe.

No place like that around here.

Do you want to be alone?

I want to get another farm.

I'd work it... work it hard.

I wouldn't bother no one,
and no one would...

Hey, look.

What is it?

What do you see?

A shooting star.

Oh... how wonderful.

I remember,
we used to spend just hours

watching for shooting stars.

If we saw one
and said the words just right,

our wish would always come true.

Starlight, star bright,

first star I see tonight...

I wish I may, I wish I might...

Have the wish I wish tonight.

That was a lot of years ago.

Now I can make the wish,
even if I didn't see the star.

I wish that...
that you'd get to Oregon

and everything would be
just the way you want it to be.

Did you make a wish?

Yes, ma'am.

Good.

Mine probably
didn't count anyway.

You were the one
who actually saw it.

Does it bother you
if I talk about my blindness?

No, it don't bother me.

Most people
are so funny about it.

They want to know if I can hear
better than others or...

or if I can tell when I'm
going to bump into something.

I wish I could.

It would be a lot easier
on my shins.

Have you...

have you always...

been blind?

I was 12 when it happened.

I remember
what the sky looks like.

And a tree.

And a lake with a sun on it.

When you can remember it,
it's not so bad.

You know what I do
wonder about, though?

No. What?

When I meet someone, I...

I always wonder
what they look like.

Mr. Favor, for instance.

Is he a big man who takes
long strides when he walks?

That's pretty close.

Let's see. Who else?

Mr. Wishbone.

Is he short and fat and bald?

Well, most of his hair
has sunk down to his chin.

See? I can guess
what someone looks like,

but I never know if I'm right.

Know how I picture you,
Mr. Trask?

How?

Well, you're a big man,
too, and...

and you have a face that's...

oh, sad, solemn.

Wise, in a way.

And your eyes are blue--
or maybe gray.

Deep-set, and they smile a lot.

You must be very handsome,
Mr. Trask.

Uh...

Am I close?

That's a terrible question,
isn't it?

I tell you you're handsome,
so anything you say is wrong.

If you say yes,
you're a braggart.

If you say no, you're impolite.

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

Doesn't matter... how I look.

Then let me put my hands
on your face,

-and I'll be able to tell...
- No.

I'm sorry.

I-I just wanted...

I'm sorry.

It's all right.

It isn't that.

It's just that...

I got about 30 miles
of trail dust on my face.

I don't mind that.

I'd just like to be able
to picture you when we talk.

Please?

Al right.

Just... give me a minute
to wash up.

Rowdy.

- Hmm? Yeah?
- Rowdy.

Lend me that razor of yours,
will you?

Razor?

The razor. Yeah.

Um, it-it's in the back
of the wagon.

Thanks.

(sighs)

Hey.

Listen, you got to do
something for me.

Just... it'll just
take a minute.

I want you to be me
for just one minute.

Now, don't...
don't say anything.

Just one minute--
that's all I'm asking.

(low chatter)

Miss Curtis...

I didn't take long.

No.

You're younger
than I pictured you, Mr. Trask.

And you are handsome, really.

Better say good night now.

Rowdy.

Don't ever tell a living soul
about this.

(grumbling)

What's that, Wish?

Oh, nothing.
Just mumbling to myself.

Oh.

Here, Miss Curtis.

Let me help you.

Thank you, Mr. Favor.

I'm afraid I'm not cut out
for cattle driving.

Why?

You're as good
as a lot of my men

have been the first time out.

Matter of fact,
compared to some of them,

you're ready
to take over the drive.

In a way,
I hate for this trip to end.

It's been good for me
meeting someone like Mr. Trask.

How long has he been a drover?

Well, hasn't been with us long.

Why?

Am I wrong in thinking
that a drive like this

can become a...

home for a lot of men
who don't have one?

I mean, they get to feeling
it's a place where they belong?

Something like that.

That hasn't happened
for Mr. Trask yet, has it?

Maybe that's the way
he wants it.

He has so much.

He's intelligent, strong.

Gentle, too.

I am going to miss him.

Here, that's the last of it.

This portrait.

Oh.

Your father?

It's the only one I have of him.

They said it didn't turn out
very well, but...

it meant a lot to us.

- Both of them.
- Both of them?

Same photographer
took one of me, too.

He wouldn't accept
any money for it.

He said it was a work of art.

Really isn't.

Even the frame's worthless.

Strangely enough,
it was the only thing taken

the night my father died.

Oh, Trask, here, uh...

help put this on the wagon.

And don't pull out yet.

We'll be picking up some strays.

I don't want you to get
too far ahead of the herd.

Al right.

Hey, Wishbone.

Get me Trask's saddlebags.

They're waiting on you.

What's that?

Could be the end of, uh...
of the gentleman.

Of what?

Only one thing was stole
from Miss Curtis' house--

picture of Miss Curtis--
and this is where I found it.

In Trask's saddlebags.

Here.

Thank you.

You got to be wrong about that.
You got to be.

Well, we'll see.

What are you gonna do, huh?

Do I got a choice?

Well, you can wait till you hear
his side of it.

Uh, he might have
found that somewhere.

All right, get him over here.

I don't know,
drift again, I guess.

Trask, Mr. Favor
wants to talk to you.

Right away.

Be back in a minute.

You want to see me, Mr. Favor?

Recognize it?

Why, Trask?

Why'd you do it?

An empty belly doesn't
make for good thinking.

It was an accident.

Why'd you take this then?

Well, I could make believe
she was mine.

Pretend that I had someone
somewhere who cared.

No need for her
to know about this.

It would only hurt her.

Asking has always come hard
for me, Mr. Favor.

But I ain't asking now,
I'm begging.

Best tell Miss Curtis we'll...

we'll be laying over
for a while.

Thanks.

Send for the sheriff.

Ain't there some other way
we can handle this thing?

Look, it ain't up to me
to decide, either way.

Send Scarlet for the sheriff.

I told her
one of the wagons broke down.

That's what she thinks,
unless you tell her differently.

Will you?

Well, she'll probably
have to testify,

tell her side of the story.

Why? I told you I did it.

If they hang me, there's not a
whole lot left that's gonna die.

Maybe I don't deserve a chance,
but she does. If you tell her...

I can't do anything about it.

Can't you understand that?

I had to send for the sheriff.

But you can fix it with him;
he'll listen to you.

You're asking me to make a deal
I don't know I can keep.

All right,
then kill me right now.

Make up any story you want.

You can't get out of it
that easy, Trask.

We'll have to wait
for the sheriff.

But he won't...

♪♪

(horse neighing)

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Go back to the camp,
wait for the sheriff.

Come on, Trask!

This ain't gonna
settle anything!

(gunshot)

(hoof beats approaching)

Rowdy, you better
tell her something.

It's, uh, Rowdy, ma'am.

Mr. Yates, what's going on?

Well, we just had
a little problem up ahead.

Is Mr. Trask all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

No, he's fine.

You'd better excuse me, ma'am.

Where is he?

Your guess is as good as mine.

He ain't said a word
since he got up there.

Trask!

There's only one way out, Trask!

Come on down!

Throw your gun away!

Get around there.

Sheriff, if he made
a full confession,

would the girl
have to go to trial?

What difference would that make?

Well, he's not afraid
of the trial.

He doesn't want
the girl to know.

What are you talking about?

Look, what more do you need
besides a full confession?

I know that man;
he doesn't want to hurt anybody.

Don't come any closer!

Time for a deal's passed.

Rowdy, come back here!

Frank!

Frank, this is Rowdy!

Look, uh, Sheriff Kieler
wants to make a deal with you!

All you got to do is give
yourself up, make a confession,

and Miss Curtis
doesn't have to go back.

Did you hear me, Frank?
She doesn't have to go back!

All you have to do
is give yourself up

and make a confession,
that's all.

You hear me?

I'm trusting you, Yates.

Don't let me down.

Miss Curtis.

You were gone so long.

What was the matter?

We... caught the man
who killed your father.

The man-- was he...?

No. Sheriff's taking him back
to Salt Springs for trial.

Just a worthless saddle bum.

Is there someone who'll be able
to drive me back for the trial?

Sheriff said there's no need.

The man admitted everything.

Mr. Trask,

you know there isn't
much hate in me.

But I do hate the man
who killed my father.

Men like that
can't be hurt by hate.

But it could hurt you.

Hatred's its own fire, fuel.

Once it starts, it doesn't stop.

I'm your friend, ain't I?

You know you are.

Then I think it's best
that you go on to Grayson.

I think it's what's best
for you.

And I think it's what
your father would've wanted.

Thank you, Mr. Trask.

Again.

Good-bye, Miss Curtis.

Where are you going?

Back with the sheriff.

He, uh, he wants me
as a witness.

And after that?

I think I'll finally
get to Oregon.

I think that's wonderful.

Good-bye, Miss Curtis.

Will you kiss me good-bye?

♪♪

Good-bye, Mr. Trask.

Good-bye, Miss Curtis.

Mr. Favor, you and Rowdy
have kept your word.

I'm obliged to you both.

Let's go.

Oh, Trask, uh, you forgot this.

Sheriff won't need it,
and, well, Miss Curtis...

Thanks.

He never really had a chance,
did he?

Hmm?

Oh.

Miss Curtis will be
needing a driver now.

Al right.

It's, uh, Rowdy, ma'am.

I'll be taking you from here.

Thank you.

Head 'em up!

Move 'em out!

♪ Rollin', rollin', rollin' ♪

♪ Keep movin', movin', movin' ♪

♪ Though they're disapprovin' ♪

♪ Keep them doggies movin' ♪

♪ Rawhide! ♪

♪ 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...! ♪

Hyah!

(whip cracks twice)