Original subtitles

You might just as well turn that gun

on yourself, Reb.

'Cause mister, killing our sheriff,

you're the same as dead now.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

Now, you heard what I said, Reb.

You're dead.

I heard ya, Leach.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Plain case of self-defense, prima facie.

Heh, Flint won't think so, Reb.

Don't pay any attention to him, boy.

Leach is just afraid he might have to go to work.

That's something he never cottoned to.

Flint's gonna have to go to work, too.

Finding his brother's killer.

Now, look.

I saw him gun down the sheriff.

And I saw the sheriff force it.

The whole street saw it.

He was out of his head with liquor.

Goaded the boy, here, into a draw.

You must be a very fine shot, senor.

One little bullet...

Mr. Yuma.

He's been asking for it ever since I can remember.

Well, I suppose you feel mighty proud of yourself.

Martha.

Shooting a man makes you better?

Makes me sorry, but alive.

Oh, do you grow two feet tall every time

you use a gun, do ya?

Martha, that's enough.

Yes, it's enough.

We've had enough violence.

Don't mind my wife.

Martha, he couldn't have done anything else.

There's always something else.

Thou shalt not kill.

Nobody has to kill.

Nobody, ever.

Maybe I shoulda turned my other cheek.

Nobody's faulting you, boy.

Anyway, it shows somebody has some backbone.

That was alright, son.

Water.

More.

That's no drink for a man's that's done

what you just did.

It's on the house.

They're all on the house, boys.

Come on boys, drink up, drink up, drink up.

What do you say, Tony?

He got my vote.

Bailiff?

I'm all for it.

So, it's decided.

Right.

Johnny.

Go on, don't let me stop your fun.

Johnny now, you ain't leavin' southern boy.

Now, this is your party, I'd enjoy was I you.

You're not me.

'Cause it'll be your last.

Know why?

'Cause Flint's probably heard about his brother Billy.

Get outta my way.

Oh, I'll get, southern boy, but don't you push me around.

Now, you may be the bull in the pasture to them,

but not to me.

Get out!

You reckon your pretty good with that iron now, don't ya?

Well there's them that's good,

and there's them that's better

and that's what Flint is, better,

and you're gonna find that out, southern boy.

Johnny, we'd like to talk to you in the back room.

Come on.

Sit down.

Well, what's on your mind?

You've only been around these parts a little while.

You don't know what this town's been through, boy.

Billy, there, wasn't our law.

He wasn't appointed or elected or anything else.

One day Billy and his brother Flint rode into town.

You know who Flint is?

Yeah, I heard of him.

Well, Flint rode into town and says,

"Who's the sheriff?"

"I am." said Harry.

"Not anymore, you're not." said Flint.

He took off Harry's badge and stuck it on Billy,

so Billy was sheriff, but from that day to this

I don't think Billy's been 15 feet

from inside that bar there.

Yeah, and never paid for a drink.

Him nor Leach.

I seen him walk into Tom's place, here.

Pick a brand-new Carson saddle off the rack,

walk out with it.

Blankets and spurs, saddles and bits

and never a penny.

Lived like a medieval monarch,

with the same privileges.

You ever see any of our women around town alone

while Billy was here?

What are telling me all this for?

We want you.

For what?

Sheriff.

Like Leach told ya, whoever takes Billy,

sooner or later he's got to take Flint.

Sheriff?

We've seen what you can do.

You're what we want.

You're what we need.

Dollar and a quarter a day,

almost a much as a trail boss.

Four bits more than Simmons has been paying you now.

It isn't the money.

I'm no sheriff.

This town's learned a lot in the last two years, Johnny.

From now on, it's gonna be different.

We'll all be behind ya.

We been waiting for the right time and the right man.

Look, when I signed up with Simmons,

I told him that as soon as the roundup

and the brandin' was over, I was pullin' out.

Thanks for the offer.

By the mails of the United States of America.

Si, Papa, it is beautiful.

This is our sign, ahito.

This make us truly businessmen with pride.

Jose and Rudi Sacamona,

barbers of the United States of America.

Senor.

Your cheek must hurt.

That man there, that's Flint.

He's gonna bury Billy and then he's coming back to see you.

Now Flint, he's twice the man that Billy was.

Lean and mean and he ain't careless.

He's a thinker.

You killed his brother.

Get it.

Get out.

Look, I been all over town this morning.

I know.

Yeah, well then maybe you know that the hotel

wants my room and that Toomey's too busy

to shoe my horse and that the restaurant

suddenly ran out of food when I sat down.

If I was to come into your place, Jose,

would you give me a haircut?

See?

I would, senor.

You're the only one, Rudi.

What's the matter with you people?

I just don't wanna be sheriff.

Is there a law against not wanting to be the law?

Why me anyhow?

I don't even live here.

It ain't that, Johnny.

Well, then you be sheriff.

Flint was all over town this morning, too.

He said anybody had anything to do with you,

he'd kill 'em.

How long are you gonna crawl for?

You know, senor, for many years, I have

a beautiful dream, being a business man with pride

in the United States of America.

But it's better for my son to have a father with no pride

than to be left alone with no father at all.

I am sorry Senor Johnny.

You go outta here supplies on your back,

and I'm a dead man.

Look, I gotta have supplies.

I have money.

Not any more, I don't think.

What are you talking about?

I saw Flint and his gunnies pay the bank a visit, too.

The bank?

But Mr. Simmons deposited all my wages in here.

I tried to stop 'em, Johnny,

but there's only myself and Miss Gibbons.

They said if I didn't give them your account,

they'd clean me out and they could have

done it, too, easy.

They left this for ya.

It's an I.O.U.

They said if you wanted your money to come and get it.

Should I argue with them about it, Mrs. Morton,

or just ask them pretty please?

Both my father and my brother died of violence

and they left me with two things:

Years of loneliness and a Bible.

What are you gonna leave behind, Mr. Yuma?

I guess it depends on when I have to go.

What do think we should do?

Want me to call the sheriff?

Maybe we should form a posse and go out and arrest 'em.

Where are all those people that were

gonna stand behind me?

You aren't the sheriff.

And if I was?

Too late, Johnny.

This is a hollow town, people with hollow men.

I told you you were the right man, but,

we let it go by.

Let what go by?

The right time.

There is a tide in the affairs of men which,

taken at the flood, leads on to victories.

Omitted, the rest of life is bound in shallowness.

Shakespeare.

We let the tide go by.

This is the second time it happened to me.

What do you mean?

I wanted to be a lawman once.

Let myself get bullied out of it,

so now I'm practicing a law I can't enforce.

They don't want a sheriff, they want a target.

No supplies, no money to buy them with if I could.

You can't cross that desert out there without supplies.

That's the idea.

What idea?

I saw it happen once before.

Man named Cooley accidentally killed a fellow,

one of a gang.

It was a town like this, no law, no sheriff,

everybody scared.

Well, they fixed it like Flint's doing you.

Cooley couldn't get outta town

and nobody in town had anything to do with him.

What did he do?

Oh, became sort of a scavenger.

He was sleeping in the stables, begging,

eatin' the slops, 'til they got ready to kill him.

Yeah?

Well maybe I can't go and maybe I can't stay,

but I'm not gonna crawl for 'em.

And I'm not gonna make it easy for this spineless town.

I'm not gonna be a scavenger.

I'm not gonna sleep in the stables

and I'm not gonna eat slops.

You know, you think a sheriff makes it alright.

Well, suppose a sheriff's all you got

with nobody behind him, what then?

Well, I'll tell ya.

He's like powder without a cap, he's nothing.

And that's just what you got here,

nothing because you're nothing!

This town had a sheriff, mister.

And they're gonna have another one.

You.

See?

Even got the badge.

Put it on, Sheriff.

I'm talking to you, Reb.

You know, Flint.

I don't think the sheriff hears so good.

I don't think the sheriff looks so good.

I don't think the sheriff feels so good.

We'll get back to the sheriff in a minute.

You shouldn't have served him, Sam.

He helped himself.

I couldn't stop him, he...

The sheriff's supposed to keep order, Reb.

Ed, Slim.

I want you to go outside and keep order.

Well now, just what are you gonna do about it, Sheriff?

You ain't gonna do anything?

Well then, you're just gonna have to resign.

Can't have a man who's a bone-cold coward for a sheriff.

Only you resign the same way my brother did.

My brother Billy, I raised him from a little colt,

but that boy had the heart of a mustang.

I tried to tame him by giving him this town.

But he was full of fun and fire.

Reb,

I don't know how,

but you put that fire out.

You have no right!

Stop it!

Stop it, stop it, you have no right!

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

I keep it this way for reminding and remembering, Johnny.

Muchacho, your head, it hurts?

Hasta la vista, Johnny.

Come on.

Take care of yourself, Reb.

You alright, Mrs. Morton?

Well, I'm still not sure that what I did was right.

You've taken something away from me

and I'm not sure what I have left.

Well, you still have your Bible.

There's a time to break down and a time to build up,

time to kill and a time to heal.

Well lawyer,

good luck, Sheriff.

So long, Johnny.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He got fightin' mad ♪

♪ This rebel lad ♪

♪ He packed no star ♪

♪ As he wandered far ♪

♪ Where the only law ♪

♪ Was a hook and a draw ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪ ♪ Away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪ ♪ Away rode the Rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He searched the land ♪

♪ This restless lad ♪

♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪

♪ 'Cause he figured that he had been pushed enough ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪ ♪ Away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma♪ ♪ Away rode the Rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ John Yuma ♪