Rawhide
- UNRATED
- Year:
- 1951
- 89 min
- 210 Views
Yes, sir. That's it. The Overland Mail.
San Francisco to St. Louis in 25 days.
2,700 miles in 25 days and 25 nights-
when the weather and Injuns behave.
A lot farther and longer when they didn't.
People said it couldn't be done.
They laughed, called it theJackass Mail.
But when mail
and passengers and gold...
began coming through
from California day in, day out...
and took notice.
San Francisco to St. Louis::
The shortest, fastest, "backbreakingest"ride
you could buy for $200 gold...
meals included.
Yes, sir. That's it.
The Jackass Mail.
This is the relay station
at Rawhide Pass-
one of many strung along
the 2,700-mile route.
of mules was hitched to the stage...
the driver and passengers
could wash, have some food...
and go on to the next station
many miles away.
Doggone it, Tom.
It ain't been no picnic for me neither.
I'm just gettin' mule skinner wages...
and that don't include no bonus
for learning you the business.
I've knowed your old man
for 40 years.
There weren't nothin'
too tough for him.
That's why when he cracks the whip, men and
mules just lay back their ears and take orders.
Why, if any man was to talk to him
the way I'm talking to you...
he'd poke both fists
right in their whiskers.
Well, can't you even talk back?
Hey.
The trouble with you is
y- you just don't listen.
Here I've been trying for five, six months
to learn you the business...
and you're-you're still
shaving, taking a bath.
Well, it's no wonder them mules
don't take to you kindly.
See here. What's your old man
gonna think of me...
if I send you back lookin'just as much
of a dude as when you first come out here?
Well, doggone it! Can't you say something?
Yeah, Sam. Bugle's blowing.
That's the trouble. You get me so riled up
I can't even attend to business.
Try 'em again, Billy.
Now do it like I learnt ya. Then come out
and help me with them mules.
Ho, ho. Ho.
Hyah! Hyah!
Hyah!
Get! Hyah!
Hyah! Ho!
- Whoa!
- Hello.
You still here in this center
of civilization, Tom?
I won't be much longer, Mr. Scott.
I finally got my pardon.
- So you're going back east, huh?
- Yes, sir.
- When?
- One week.
He hasn't half learned
the business yet.
What's the baby's name, Mrs. Holt?
- Callie.
- Callie? I never heard that name before.
Short for California, Sam.
Born there, wasn't she?
- Placerville.
- In a mining camp?
- That's right.
- Poor little thing.
- That's tough.
- It's tough to be born anywhere.
Little more coffee, Mrs. Holt?
No, thank you. And please stop calling me
Mrs. Holt. I'm "Miss. "
- Miss Holt?
- Yes.
Have a little more coffee,
Mr. Slade?
Coffee? This stuff tastes like burnt corn
boiled in branch water.
Well, could be.
We don't run no fancy hotel here.
You couldn't get it down
with a swig of whiskey.
Back wherever you came from I'll bet you
were glad to get a drink out of a sluice box.
But it didn't cost
$200 in gold, it didn't.
That's the price of the
stage ticket, Mr. Slade.
- The company throws the food in extra.
- You call this food?
Mule boy here seems to like it.
Mule boy doesn't.
But it's eat or starve, so I- I eat.
Just wait till I get back to Missouri.
I'm a-gonna take it up
with the fella and raise hob with him...
whoever's runnin' this here company.
Looks like trouble for old J.C.
J.C. Can take care
of any trouble that comes his way.
- Who's J. C?
- J.C. Owens.
It's his father, superintendent
of the eastern division.
I'll give you his address in St. Joe if
you'll throw in a couple of complaints from me.
- Hyah!
- Well, see you in St. Joe, Mr. Scott!
Hyah!
Whoa!
- You just pull in from the west?
- Half hour ago.
- You didn't by any chance see four men on the road?
- Nope.
- Who you looking for, Lieutenant?
Rafe Zimmerman?
- Yeah.
- I thought they had him in prison over at Huntsville.
He broke out-
the day before he was due to get hung.
Him and three others.
- You didn't see 'em, did you, Todd?
- No. And I don't want to neither.
Figure they crossed over into Mexico?
No, they're after gold.
Lots of it.
Found that out at La Mesilla,
where they held upJohnny Madden's stage.
- Well, Johnny drove through here just yesterday.
- That's right.
- Do much damage?
- Plenty. Killed Johnny Madden.
- Johnny?
Yeah. We're here to give you escort...
as far as La Mesilla,
if you're ready to go.
I'm ready to go all right,
but I got a responsibility: My passengers.
- You and little Callie will have to stay here, Miss Holt.
- Why?
- Company rule.
- That's right, ma'am.
Company rule, my foot. I paid my fare. It took
all the money I could scrape up. I won't do it.
I'm sorry. It's a company rule
not to risk the lives of children.
If you're bent on going,
I can't stop you...
but you'll have to leave
the baby behind.
That's one responsibility
I'm not allowed to take.
Leave Callie behind?
Jibber-jabber.
That's up to you, ma'am.
Here, you. Take her things.
- He'll do nothing of the kind. I'm not staying here.
- Go on. Hurry it up.
Afraid you are, ma'am.
Company rules.
You leave me and my things alone!
I'm going in this stagecoach,
and the baby's going with me!
- Stop her, Tom.
- Just try and stop me!
- I said stop her, Tom!
- How?
- Well, grab her. Doggone it. Grab her.
- Let me go!
Take your hands off me!
I've got to get to St. Louis!
- Let me go! I've got to get on that stagecoach.
- Come on. Hurry up.
Take your hands off me!
Let me go!
You fool! You'll make me
lose my job!
- Hurry up, Gil! Get 'em on out!
- Let me go!
I hope you're happy
with what you've done.
- I'm sorry I hurt your arm.
Don't blame me, ma'am.
I'm only a hired hand here.
You'll only lose one day, ma'am.
You can go in on the stage tomorrow.
Tom, you take her things inside,
and I'll look after the mules.
Take it easy.
That's everything I own.
- What are you doing?
- I'm taking this room.
- I'm sorry. This is mine.
- Not tonight it isn't.
What are you afraid of?
Coyotes?
Yeah. The kind with boots on.
Wait a minute.
Is there someplace around here
I can take a bath?
- Yeah. The pitcher's full.
- I said bath.
Come on.
You see that?
That what?
That "what"that Sam
That's a horse trough.
Well, just don't use any soap.
The animals don't like it.
Is that where you take a bath?
- No.
- Don't you ever take a bath?
Now and again,
back in the canyon, a hot spring.
That's more like it.
Mind if I borrow this?
Well, it looks as if you already have.
You sure you know how to use it?
- I've seen them around.
- Well, here.
In that case, you might
just as well take this too.
And you'll find my towel
and my soap in my room.
Have a nice bath.
- Where's she goin'?
- Back in the canyon.
She's doing what you
ought to do once in a while: Take a bath.
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