Rawhide (1959–1965): Season 7, Episode 3 - Piney - full transcript

[THUD]

OSCAR: Evening, Mr. Kinney.
- Oscar.

They're all in there, waiting. I
sure hope the leg's coming along.

Starting to itch a bit,
seems that's a good sign.

Oh, yes, sir, it's on
the mend, I'd say.

Hope the noise from the street
ain't disturbing you too much.

I'll ready that nice big room up back
soon as you're able to make the steps.

Good, good.

Too noisy over at the Virginia Belle,
a man can't keep his mind straight.

Ladies can sure
be a distraction.

[OSCAR LAUGHS]



Need some new cards.

Mr. Kinney left
them in his wagon.

[ROSE SNAPS FINGERS]

[SNAPS FINGERS]

[SNAPS FINGERS]

[SNAPPING FINGERS]

[SNAPPING FINGERS]

[GRATING]

I listened real good.

It's gonna work fine.

Could you hear anything?

I got my ear right down on the wagon bed,
heard a couple of scratchings, that's all.

Like a gopher run was
down there, maybe.

Did you lay into it for real?



If them Comanche ears didn't hear
nothing, you got nothing to fret about.

We got a ways to go, you know.

That tunnel don't run
all the way to the bank.

Then we should be getting at it.

Not till we're all
paced off and set.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

That'll be the boy. Let him in.

Well, I'll go 20.

I'll see that.

Up ten.

GRIBBLE: Jud.

It'll cost you 20
more to ride along.

- Not me.
- That didn't help me none.

Thirty miles.

Beats a pair.

Here you are, boy.
How's your mother?

Not so weak now, sir.

She don't cough near so much when
she ain't doing all that laundry work.

PINEY: Mm...

Well, we'll have the
same as always, I expect.

Two buckets of beer and a
couple dozen sandwiches.

- Yes, sir.
- Oh, and, uh, Jud, uh,

stop at the telegraph
office on the way.

Old Man Britton likely
hasn't closed for the night yet.

And when the answer
comes, you find me.

All right, hurry on here now.

- Yes, sir. But the change...
- You just keep the change.

But this is a double
eagle, 20 dollars.

I expect I know what a double
eagle is. Skedaddle now.

Yes, sir. Thank
you, Mr. Kinney, sir.

Does Old Man Britton know
where to send this, I reckon?

It's all wrote down there.
Mr. Gil Favor, Lubbock, Texas.

Go on, skedaddle now.

Any luck?

Eh, I wouldn't trust most of this bunch
to lead the old milk cow to the barn.

We're gonna be
three short, then, huh?

Looks like. Anything I
should know about there?

Uh, no. The Sweetwater
outfit is gonna be in today,

and Whalen's outfit over in
Wichita Falls, they'll be on time.

Only trouble is the Lazy Circle,
they're gonna be a little late.

That's just too bad.

We're pulling out of here on the 4th,
with or without the Lazy Circle beef.

Okay.

Oh, there was, uh... There
was one here. Kind of strange.

Some fella says he's gonna meet
us east of a place called Collins.

Wanted you to wire him the
day that we're gonna be there.

- Collins? Whoever...?
- Just said his name is Piney.

Piney?

Piney. Let me see that.

Piney Kinney. What
do you know about that?

- Friend?
- Yeah, that and then some.

Piney always goes
north with his cattle,

and he always takes a
couple of his men along.

We can forget about trying
to shake a drover loose here.

Come on, I wanna
answer this myself.

I didn't wanna shake
anything anyway.

Beans, flour...

You didn't forget my chaw
tobacco, did you, Tom?

Four cartons. Back in
under them extra cartridges.

Good, good.

Salt, pork, half a dozen
pairs of warm socks.

Glad to hear you're running
to market, Mr. Kinney.

Me and Jim Gribble figured
to take north what we had.

Then we're heading
east, Philadelphia.

If everything works out with
some of them eastern boys,

I'm coming back here to restock my place with
some of the finest cattle in the country.

You got some financing
coming in from your eastern trip?

The way it looks now,
as much as I'll ever need.

Phew, that dust.

Getting so a man can't take a clean
breath of fresh air in town no more.

Getting to be a
regular business center.

Well, looks like we're ready.

- Oh, I, uh, took care of that little matter.
- Good.

Just, uh, add that stuff
to my account, Tom.

Let's go.

Uh, Mr. Kinney,

I just thought maybe I could get
in on one of your poker sessions,

if the stakes ain't too high.

Sorry, friend, game's full.

[WHISTLES THEN YELLS]

Mr. Kinney. Mr. Kinney.

ROSE: Whoa.

Just came in from
that Mr. Favor.

Thanks, Jud, you're a
good boy. Run along.

I can't wait to get
back to that poker table.

I feel lucky tonight.

Hyah!

You're late, Mr. Gribble.

They've been playing
most near an hour already.

Well, a couple of good
pots and I'll catch right up.

You can tell Mr. Kinney
I got hold of the boy.

He'll fetch the
refreshments directly.

Fine, Oscar, fine. Heavy work,
sweating out a decent hand.

- What took you so long, Jim?
- Sorry, Piney.

I was out on the range.

I had no idea we were gonna
get together again so soon.

He was stuck back up a blind
canyon, chasing two bony strays.

You should've left him there.

I came as soon as he
found me, but I don't get it.

- What's the idea?
- It's all right, Jim.

What's he doing in on this
anyway? He's got no belly for it.

- I'll do my part.
- All right, now,

everybody just simmer down.

It's not him that's
in on it, Rose.

It's him and me that figured it.

You and your boys
are the ones that's in.

Meaning what?

Just that.

All right, quiet
down and listen.

I got my answer from Gil Favor
today, so we got our work cut out for us,

being as time's running out.

So...

You know, gonna be a ways
yet before we set place for where

you're gonna meet that
friend of yours, Kinney.

I'm still thinking how
to dig up a few drovers.

Would you quit worrying?

I'm telling you, the first part of
this drive, we got no troubles.

Soon as we join up with Piney,
we're in the best of possible shape.

You sure put a lot of
high stock in this man.

All right, let me
show you something.

Yeah.

See, these are made by a
Mexican artist. Handmade.

One of its kind in
the whole world.

Well, that's sort of like Piney.

I first come across him,

he was tearing up, with his bare
hands, the biggest spreads in Texas.

Then, about half a dozen years
ago, epidemic hit his spread,

wiped out every cow.

Then the landowners,
the bankers, the lawyers

did what all the Indians, all the
cattle wars and renegades couldn't do,

they took his land from him.

Every last spadeful.

What I'm hoping for is that this
means he's making a comeback.

[CHUCKLES]

What are you snickering at?

Snickering? Uh... Uh...

Well, I was just thinking maybe
someday, somewhere, someplace,

somebody would be
talking about me that way.

PINEY: Well, how about it?
- I don't know.

You don't know?

You've been down there
a good hour and a half.

I think it's dumb, if you wanna know
what I think, crawling around down there.

Your thinking don't interest me,
Rose. Did you shore up them walls?

With what? Bed slats?

Every time a wagon goes down that
street, we get half-buried down there!

[IN HUSHED VOICE] Piney.

PINEY: We gotta make
it safer when we dig.

How can we get some
lumber down there?

Something's
falling all the time.

Those walls could come
in on a man any time.

Use some of the old timbers
down there, brace the walls.

If there's as much gold
in that bank as you say,

I'm for going in there
and getting it straight off.

All this gophering around down
there ain't getting us nowhere.

Once we get into that safe,

you and your boys get
10,000 apiece, like we agreed.

But we go in my way,
all the way down the line.

If anybody's got any
objections at this stage...

Jack ain't talking about
backing out, Mr. Kinney. It's just...

Well, we never done
anything quite like this before.

I never done nothing your way
before, and I don't reckon to start now.

I'm only taking what
this territory owes me.

I figure to take it so I
can use it, right here,

to get back what's
rightfully mine and keep it.

CARRICO: Now, that's just dandy.

Ten thousand suits us just fine,

but what we wanna know
is how you aim to get it.

All this pollyfoxing around for
weeks, figuring this way and that way.

Look, it's so simple
it has to work.

I showed you on this map.

When I first came into
this territory, 25 years back,

the Silver John Mine
was running full blast.

They started putting out
feeler shafts every which way.

And I remembered

some of them tunnels
running right under this town.

You found, you remembered.

Ain't you ever wrong
about anything?

I said the tunnel would be
right under this room, didn't I?

- He was right about that, Jack.
- And I'm right about the rest of it.

A few more feet, we'll be right
under the president's office.

If you're so good
at figuring things out,

why don't we just figure out where
to come up right in front of that safe?

Because there's a
nice, thin, wood floor

covered by a big, thick
rug in the president's office.

We're coming up right there.

Like as not,

no one will ever know.

And that's the
way it's gonna be.

Then why don't we go in
there and get it right now?

Not till the night we're ready.

I don't wanna take no
chances on a collapse,

or somebody hearing
us before we're ready.

And first, we've gotta make
that tunnel as safe as we can.

We?

I don't recollect you getting
your hands dirty down there.

I thought we had
that part all straight.

I was to pull the strings, you and
your boys are to do the dancing.

You know,

could be you're
skittish about it,

getting down in that hole.

I heard tell of fellas couldn't
tolerate being in closed-up places.

Eh, you know, Mr. Kinney, maybe
we don't want no more string pulling.

We don't care where
we spend that money.

Appears like we could just dance
in there and take it by ourselves.

Yep, I figured
it'd come to this.

I reckon I should've got
it all done with right off,

instead of hoping for a bunch of
dumbheads to show some brains.

Dumb?

You got a choice
to make right now.

Ten thousand dollars or
a nickel's worth of lead.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

OSCAR: Mr. Kinney?

Everything all right
in there, Mr. Kinney?

[COCKS GUN]

Call it.

Your way.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

Come in, Oscar, come in.

Oscar. Jud.

Heh-heh. Hello there, boy.

- I heard, uh... I was afraid maybe...
- What's that?

Oh, uh, yeah,
Sommers here was, uh,

leaning back in his chair
like to broke his neck.

CARRICO: Yeah, he
fell clean over backwards.

Bring those sandwiches
over here, boy.

Put them right down here.

That's it.

Sakes alive.

A fella could get himself
rich right in this room.

No doubt about it, son.

With a little luck
and a cool head.

There you are. You
get at home to your ma.

Skedaddle now.

[PINEY CHUCKLING]

Close that door after you.

Thank you.

Well, sure is working a lot better
since we got rid of that bad one.

It's still gonna be happy days

when we meet up with
Piney Kinney and his boys.

After Collins, we'll
start hitting the waters.

Mm. Well, I better get
down and start singing to him.

No, I want you to
take Quince's gig.

You get started
for, um, Collins.

The bank there has instructions
to give you expense money.

Then you come back with Piney,
give him a hand with his cows.

[CHUCKLES]

He won't need any of my help, not if
he's half the man, heh, you say he is.

[CARRICO COUGHING]

CARRICO: Ahem.
- How long we been down here?

Too long. We've been making a heap
of noise scraping against these rocks.

You watching for that signal?

He hasn't lowered
the lantern yet.

Sommers can see in the dark, he's
got eyes like an owl. If there's any...

Hold it. Shh.

- Stop digging.
CARRICO: I knowed it.

Shut up.

The town marshal
making his rounds.

He's leaning against the
hitching post right out front.

- Did he hear anything?
- Not likely. He don't look much disturbed.

Wait a minute, he stiffened.
He's listening to something.

There's a fight outside the
Virginia Belle down the street.

He's heading that way.

All clear.

GRIBBLE: He gave the go-ahead.

Start digging.

[CLANGING AND GRATING]

He's real good at giving
signals, that Kinney.

I reckon his hands would
fit a shovel same as mine.

- We're nearly halfway there already.
- Keep at it.

I could use a chaw of tobacco.

It ain't easy breathing down
there with a throat full of dirt.

Just keep thinking how easy you'll
breathe with 10,000 dollars in your pocket.

[GRUNTING]

You reckon we're gonna
come up in the right spot?

I sure reckon we better.

This ain't gonna be as easy as
we figured. He's a tough old bird.

If there's as much
in there as he says,

I know one tough old bird that's
gonna get his wings clipped.

[GUNSHOTS]

[YELLING]

[MEN YELLING]

Shh.

[THUDDING]

[CREAKING]

[ALL COUGHING AND GASPING]

Jim.

Jim.

Where's Gribble?

Don't know. Couldn't see.

You're lying. You
left him down there.

- We couldn't see.
- So?

Jim.

Are you all right?

Jim.

Are you all right?

Can you see him down there?

Nobody can see down
there. He's near the end.

Rose says you got cat's eyes.

- Get down there and find him.
- Not me.

Jim?

Jim?

[PANTING]

Please...

Please, God, please.

Please, please, please...

It's a good thing
you're a mole at heart.

That's a fact, if you're figuring
to fold up on us this way.

Piney, likely as not, I wouldn't have
made it if you didn't come down there.

If you start that talk, I'm just
apt to throw you right back in.

All right, all right.

But I just want you to know

that I knew what it took
for you to go down in there.

What are you carrying on about?

Piney, we've been
friends for a long time.

And many a time I've seen
you shy away from the cellar

that didn't have an open window.

Shut-in places, Jim.

He was right about me.

All my life, even as a
young'un, I couldn't cut them.

When the digging was finished,

that's the main reason I
brought you in on this, Jim.

I can't trust him alone in
there with all that money.

I knew I could count on
you to fetch it out for me.

I figured you'd go along
for one last chance.

I'll fetch it out
for you, Piney.

You just lay there

and let your head mend.

We got a long trail ahead of us.

Downright shame we ain't got one
of them flying balloons I heard tell of.

We could maybe fly
right into that bank.

We ain't gonna need no balloons.

You mean you finally
decided to do it the right way?

Yep.

The only way that
makes any sense.

Well, it's about time.

What the...?

Just the way we
planned it in the first place.

You're crazy.

You think I'm going back
down that hole again?

You'll go, Rose.

I ain't taking no chances
on being buried alive, not me.

That goes for us
too, Mr. Kinney.

PINEY: We've still got
a lot of digging to do.

That tunnel will be blocked any
time. Those walls are caving in...

It's not blocked. Those
walls are still holding firm.

There won't be any more of
that trouble. A lot came down,

but we can still get through, and
that's just what we're gonna do.

You ain't sitting here and
sending me back down there.

That's right, Rose.

I'm not.

That ceiling's gonna go any
minute. Look at them cracks.

Shut your mouth and haul dirt.

[SOMMERS SNAP FINGERS]

[SNAPS FINGERS]

What is it now?

Two men went into the bank.

There's a light on in there now.

Think they heard something?

No, they just walked
right up and went in.

Maybe the cashier
just forgot something.

How's it coming?

I done measured off 16 yards, and
he says we still gotta go another foot.

If we don't...

What's the hold up? Sommers?

Two men moving around in there.

We already got more than the
15 yards you calculated we'd need.

We're under the bank now.

What do you wanna do,
dig all the way to California?

I'm not ripping up any floorboards
to wind up outside the rug.

It's not just the getting in and
out, it's nobody's knowing how.

Jim, you all right?

Everything seems okay,
Piney. I just got a sore head.

The light's out.

They're coming out.

I told you, somebody
just forgot something.

Well, let's get back in that...

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

JUD: Beer and
sandwiches, Mr. Kinney.

Tell him to put
them down and get.

No.

Not tonight.

Tonight everything's
gotta be normal.

Carrico. Sommers.

Let him in.

Ah, stay right here, Jud boy, and
watch your Uncle Piney take this pot.

Yeah.

They're gonna have to pay to
see our draw, ain't that right, boy?

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir. Heh-heh-heh-heh.

Ah.

Luck's running our
way tonight, boy.

There you are.
You get along now.

Yes, sir.

All right.

Now we'll see if luck
is really going our way.

[CLICKING]

- No coin. Just the paper money.
- What's the matter with you?

We did it.

We could've got another
10,000 in gold and silver.

Quiet.

Be sure and brace that now.

Now brace it.

All right, now, we won the pot.

Now we got just one more little operation
just to get free and clear with it.

Any more objections to my way?

[FOOTSTEPS]

[SNORING THEN MUTTERING]

We got a nice bed...

Oh.

Rooster's been
crowing for half an hour.

- Mr. Kinney been up and about?
- Mister, uh...?

- No, ain't nobody stirring around here yet.
- Of course you'd have heard him.

Stock headed out?

Gribble and Bert are
holding them till you're ready.

Well, then,

I'd say we're ready.

Oscar.

Oscar.

Come on in.

Yes, sir, Mr. Kinney.

Ha-ha. First decent
night's sleep I've had.

You know, I've a mind to take that
bed right along with me on the drive.

OSCAR: Well, if you
want it, Mr. Kinney...

No, no. Wagon's gonna be
loaded down enough as it is.

That mattress...

Oh, uh, like as not, we
could make room for that.

See if you can roll
her up there, Jack.

How much for that
mattress, Oscar?

Oh, no, Mr. Kinney,
I couldn't take it.

Oh, here. You take
it now. This is for you.

The rent's paid in full, right?

OSCAR: Yes, sir. For another week,
matter of fact. You got a refund coming.

I shouldn't take this, Mr. Kinney.
That old mattress ain't worth it.

Oh. Heh-heh-heh-heh.

Out on the prairie, Oscar,

this silly-looking thing would
give a man a heap of comfort.

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

QUINCE: Mr. Favor.

Piney Kinney and his
bunch are coming in.

- Whereabouts?
- Just over that rise.

That's...? That's
all of his stock?

Yeah, well, maybe he's got his
main bunch up the line a piece.

I sure hope for Piney's
sake that you're right.

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

You know, Piney, I was just certain
you'd finally gotten squared away

and gotten your beef back
on a paying proposition again.

Not much chance, Gil, the way them
settlers kept swarming all over me.

And the lawyers seeing to it everybody
got my land nice and legal, like.

This bunch of scrubs you got are
hardly gonna pay your expenses.

I reckon you wouldn't mind letting an
old friend work for his keep, would you?

No, of course not.

There's just one thing, you're awful smug
for a man who's planning to earn his keep.

[CHUCKLING]

Yeah, I guess you know
me a little too well, Gil.

Yeah, I got me a plan. I'm
heading east, Philadelphia.

I just gotta get rid of these mangy
crows before I stock my Kinney Ranch

- with some of the real beef animals.
- That's good news anyway.

Oh, say.

Uh, you, uh...? You taking
those three hands along with you?

Oh, no, just Gribble. Me and
him's been friends a long time.

I'm letting him in on the deal.

Oh, them boys, they just
get paid off at trail's end.

Well, it's just as well.

The three of them put together
wouldn't make a decent drover.

[CHUCKLES]

Say, you sure you didn't
see my ramrod in Collins?

Big, rangy, clumsy sort
of a kid, shoved up nose?

Not a sign.

Like I said, we was
out of town pretty early.

You said he had
business at the bank?

He's apt to be there all day.

They're terrible
ponderous at that bank.

I'll be dogged. Hey, Mr. Kinney, you
fixing to have breakfast in bed too?

Boys, I got me a broke leg.

These old bones
are getting to the point

where they need every
bit of help they can get.

[QUINCE CHUCKLES]

[HORSES APPROACHING]

Oh.

Well, well, well.

Took the law to bring
you back to work, huh?

This is, uh, Sheriff
Taylor. Gil Favor.

TAYLOR: Mr. Favor.
FAVOR: We got some trouble?

No, no, no, not with your man.

We had a bank robbery
in Collins last night.

Sorry we had to keep
him, but Mr. Yates,

being the first customer
at the bank this morning,

being a stranger and all, we asked him
to stay around till we could talk to him.

He was on time for
once, that figures.

He was just supposed to
pick up the expense money.

We'll have to make
do with what we got.

Looks like they closed the bank.

FAVOR: Ah, guess we
can hold out till Cimarron.

- Uh, you, uh, seen any riders today?
- Uh-uh.

Oh, an Indian or two, friendlies.
How many men you looking for?

TAYLOR: We don't know how many.
We don't know what direction to look.

We don't even know how they
got the money, matter of fact.

Bank doors were locked,
no busted windows,

yet every bit of paper money in
the bank was gone this morning.

I, uh... I don't suppose any of
your men left camp last night?

No.

Howdy, Stan. I miss
out on some doings?

I guess you did, Piney.

If you ask me, that Bill Gaines is gonna
have some mighty fancy talking to do.

Oh, that's our bank
cashier, Mr. Favor.

Well, I'm sorry to bust
in on you like this, Piney,

but Gaines was yelling
at me to do something,

so I'm out here losing
a night's sleep for him.

That's too bad. Maybe we
could give you some coffee?

No, no, no, I'll be
getting on back to town.

You know, that $90,000 just
didn't up and walk out of that bank.

I figure we're gonna find it
roosting pretty close to the nest.

So long, Stan. Take it easy.

Good night.

Ninety thousand?

And he didn't wanna
make no count.

I sure hope he rests
nice and comfortable.

[GRUNTS]

[SIGHS]

[MEN YELLING AND WHISTLING]

Well, look at him.

[YELLING]

Wallering in money and working
harder than any other rannie on the drive.

Well, that's just dandy.

Makes me rest easier,

knowing the old man
will be able to make out.

In case something should happen
to all his wallering money, I mean.

[LAUGHS]

Oh, thank you, Mushy.

I hope your leg's
feeling better, Mr. Kinney.

It is, Mushy. It's just about in
dancing shape again, I'd say.

I appreciate you
making room for my stuff.

I take real good care
of your mattress too.

You know, I broke a leg once. I
know how it aches sometimes.

- 'Night, Mushy.
- 'Night, Mr. Kinney.

[YELLING AND WHISTLING]

We're taking the cows that way.

We might not be taking nothing
nowhere. Look over there.

Oh, just simmer down.

Sure. Sure, I'll simmer down!

Hey, Bert! Sommers!

Hey!

I was trying to put it higher so it
wouldn't get wet. Look, you ripped it.

I ripped it, or did you?

I didn't do it, honest.
I've been careful with it.

You ain't as dumb as you act.

That's a downright
shame because...

Gil, stop right there.

- What in the world...?
- Right there.

It's all right now.

Everything worked.

It's my land.

You know that.

I fought.

- My bare hands.
- Piney.

PINEY: Stay back, Jim.

Mine.

GRIBBLE: I know,
Piney, but you're hurt.

- And Gil Favor, he's your friend.
- No.

No friends. Alone.

Piney.

I'll make it, Gil, won't I?

Yeah, sure, you'll
make it, Piney.

He saved my life, Mr. Favor.
That Rose was gonna kill me.

PINEY: My land, Gil.

Mine...

FAVOR: Yeah, Piney, yours.

Imagine a man like
that robbing a bank.

Rowdy, take a couple of men,
find a place for him here on his land.

Head them up!

Move them out!

[MEN YELLING]