All language subtitles for The Rebel S01E19 Noblesse Oblige

Eyes front, Reb, before I begin something

you're never gonna be let finished.

Like turning around?

Well, that's one of the for instances.

I'll take that gun.

And you keep your hands up, up where I can see them.

If this is a holdup, you're in for lean pickings.

Reb, being as conditions is so fearful here abouts,

that fellows in my line is taking to robbing each other

just to keep in practice.

I'd sure be embarrassed to find out

that wasn't a gun you had in my back.

Could be a lot more embarrassed

if you make me prove it is.

Get down on the ground.

I want your nose in the dirt.

With all your book reading Reb, you sure do learn slow.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wondered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

Excuse me, Sheriff, can you tell me where I can find-

Major Quincy Bannister.

Yeah, how'd you know?

I want a word with you, Bannister.

I know you're only carrying out

your brother's instructions, Asa.

All the same I'll have to ask you

to take down these posters and withdraw the reward offer.

And why should I?

Why?

$1,000 dead or alive, that's why.

You know that's the same as issuing a lynching license.

Well, you want Newt Schofield caught, don't you?

Catching him is my job,

that's why I was elected.

Elected, Sheriff?

Now you know it was my brother's endorsement

that put you into office.

I took that office to serve the community,

not just the Bannister family.

Well, we appreciate that, sir.

Major just thought that posting this reward offer

might help to expedite justice.

You call dead or alive justice?

I call it pre-meditated murder.

Well, you remember this all started with a murder.

And Mark Leversee only had one enemy, Newt Schofield.

You can't execute a man for motive alone.

He's entitled to a trial.

You fairly rub a man raw Dyson.

I'll put it to you bluntly.

Unless Newt Scoffield is apprehended within one week,

the Major will instigate

impeachment proceedings against you.

All folks, let's get about our business.

Hey, sir, my name's Yuma, Johnny Yuma.

Yuma?

Oh, Johnny Yuma, yes, well sir,

it's an honor and a pleasure.

Well, thank you.

I served under your brother at Gettysburg.

Yes, the Major has spoke of your courage often.

I can't tell you how much your letters

have been appreciated since they brought the Major home.

Well, you'll stay on here at Fair Oaks, of course.

Well, thanks.

You mind telling me something?

That row back there with the Sheriff,

what was that all about.

No bless or bleed, sir.

You see this town owes not only its name,

but its very existence to my family.

By this token, it is the responsibility

of a Bannister, any Bannister to do for the citizens

what they are incapable of doing for themselves.

You know, for a moment there you sounded

just like the Major.

Did I now?

I take that as a high compliment, sir.

Gentlemen.

Both these garments and myself are unused

to such indelicate handling.

Is that so?

Well you Bannisters better get used to a lot of things.

You don't own the world no more.

I do own the right to choose my own company, though.

And that excludes you.

You calling us dirt?

You saying he's better company than we are?

Well, I think that question is worthy

of an answer.

Now what do you supposed that was all about?

Well, he sure didn't want you to run for mayor.

You've come a long distance soldier

just to return a book.

Well, to tell the truth Major,

I was kind of hoping you'd lend me another.

Sit down Johnny.

Thank you, sir.

I gave this to Yuma the night before Gettysburg.

Everything you told me about style, economy,

it's all there.

I remember.

1If you want to become a writer I said,

go to the masters.

That trash they're marketing today, it drugs the mind,

deadens the senses like this leg of mine.

With time even the brain becomes a useless appendage,

that which is not exercised cannot long exist.

Witness our current shame.

Shame Major?

I elude to the south, sir.

The disintegration of its social structure,

a man being born to a station.

Well, I don't mean to argue sir,

but the war's changed a lot of people's stations.

Honor, Johnny.

A man's honor and a man's integrity,

these aren't surrendered along with his sword.

Was there ever such a paradox?

You know, contemptuous as my brother is against

the common herd, he himself is obsessively dedicated

to advertising a product, the Bannister dynasty.

Our fields lie idle while he invests

our dwindling fortune in advertising this commodity.

Don't you find that paradoxical.

Our sister Cassandra, Johnny,

in superb form as usual.

My dear, may I present Mr. Yuma.

We served together at Gettysburg.

Ma'am.

Yes, Jim.

It's for the major, sir.

They've caught that Schofield.

Bring them in Jeb.

Willis Locker, Major Bannister.

Him there he's my friend Mr. Kellogg.

Howdy.

We've come for the reward.

Listen, I weren't nowhere near Bannister

when Leversee got his and you'll never

prove different neither.

Schofield, you've been in trouble

ever since you came to this town.

I'm not going to waste the citizens' time or money.

There's another $500 in it for you if when you turn

the prisoner over to Sheriff Dyson,

he's accompanied by a signed confession.

Better get started Joel, it's a good ride into town.

Come on boy.

Excuse me, sir, but offering $500

to those bounty hunters, well that's the same

as asking them to torture a confession from Schofield.

The man's guilty, Johnny.

Why miss the possibility that through some loophole

he might escape the gallows.

Besides if an investment of $1500 can secure

for the citizens of Bannister some guarantee of justice,

it's a bargain price.

You just don't buy and sell justice.

You do if your name happens to be Bannister, Mr. Yuma.

Cassandra, I don't think-

- You find that in there?

Yes, why?

Because it's mine.

Two nights ago about 70 marks from here I was held up.

Whoever it was got away with this.

Two nights ago?

Yeah.

Quincy, that was the night that Leversee-

- Hold on.

Johnny you said whoever it was.

I take it from that you did not see

the bandit's face?

No, but maybe there's a way of knowing.

The man who held me up had a scar on his left hand.

Ah.

Hey, sir, have Jeb hitch up the rig.

You will then fetch Mr. Locker and Mr. Kellogg,

along with their prisoner.

I wish to examine Schofield's left hand.

It would be better if I did it.

It'll only take me a second to saddle up.

You sure you can find the post road?

Yeah.

Quincy.

They won't trave by way of the post road.

It's three miles closer by way of Dundee's Ferry.

You're right Acer, now bring around the rig.

Still here huh boy?

Look I've chased over half this country

trying to catch up with him.

I don't budge until I've seen the prisoner.

What for?

He's already signed a confession.

And just how did those two bounty hunters

get that confession?

Johnny, more than one man's died

under Schofield's gun.

He escapes that noose this time

and sure as sun up, more men will be added to the list.

So when you come right down to it,

what's it matter if he's guilty of Leversee's murder.

Convict the wrong man and the real killer goes free.

I thought I heard you talking about justice this morning.

Justice.

I fought the same war you did

and I came out of it with a couple of souvenirs.

Empty pockets and a big hunger.

A lot of us were hungry.

You claim the man who held you up

had a scar on the back of his left hand.

That's right.

Come on, Johnny.

If Schofield's got no such scar,

that pretty much washes up any alibi you could provide.

I can't see his hand.

Wouldn't much matter if you could.

There was an accident when they were bringing him in.

There both pretty well smashed.

It looks fine Mr. Kellogg.

Yeah, take the sleeves in a little bit.

Well, let's do that.

One question.

How did it happen?

The accident?

It was while we were bringing Schofield into town.

An oak snake spooked his horse,

she took off across the field and ran smack

into a thrasher and dumped him.

Somehow he got his hands caught in the blades.

That's sure gonna slow down his gun draw.

Just like hanging's gonna interfere with his breathing.

All right, Homer, I'll take it.

Fine.

Now let's see some hats, huh?

You gonna have to do better than that in court.

How Schofield with both his hands tied behind him

managed to get them caught in a thrasher

and how a man with hands like that

managed to sign a detailed confession.

If you're trying to call me a liar, mister,

you're taking the long way around.

Could be I misunderstood your meaning.

Maybe you'd care to spell it out.

All right, I'll spell it out, liar, I.

Liar, L-I-A-R.

No, no, leave him alone.

Poor man's lost his way.

Oh.

Aren't they beautiful?

Beautiful?

Mm-hm, purple rhododendrons, I just love them.

I wouldn't be without them.

I guess they're just about the only thing

that the war couldn't touch.

Did you know I was a victim of the war Mr. Yuma?

A victim?

Oh, my, yes.

The same war that crippled brother Quincy,

it also wounded me.

I don't understand.

Well, in every military engagement,

my future hopes were whittled away.

There was less and less remaining of the

flower of southern aristocracy.

In each of these losses, I suffered personally.

Well, Johnny, I understand you've been making

yourself unpopular in town.

Asking a few questions, that's all.

Is it really any of your business.

Probably not.

I guess I'm just sort of like a fellow with an itch.

Nothing short of scratching it's gonna make me happy.

Well, you ought to exercise a little self control.

Might be healthier in the long run.

That'll be enough of that Asa.

Johnny, if Schofield didn't kill Leversee, who did?

I don't know.

But I do know this.

Leversee's strong box was found on the table,

but it wasn't even touched.

Now that just doesn't jive with Schofield's character.

Oh, the devil with his character.

Sheriff Dyson has failed to produce

one shred of evidence pointing at anyone else.

Well, then there must be someone else

who had a motive.

I don't believe a man's been born

who's made only one enemy.

You can help Major.

I, Johnny, how?

Well, they told me in town that Leversee

rented one of your stores.

They told me if I wanted to look to over,

I'd have to get the keys from you.

Well, this is ridiculous, prowling through

the personal effects of a dead man.

Next thing, you'll be wanting to exhume the body.

I say no.

Why should you object?

No, Asa, Johnny's right.

If there's anything of an incriminating nature

to be uncovered, by all means it should be brought to light.

You have Jeb hitch up the rig.

All right.

Whatever you say Quincy.

I thought Leversee was a bachelor.

So he1 was.

Well, this place looks like a woman fixed it up.

Isn't that so, Ratch?

Well, to my knowledge, Leversee never was

much of a ladies' man.

One lady's all we need, Johnny.

You have any idea what you're looking for Johnny?

No, but I'll know when I find it.

Quincy, earlier today Johnny and I were talking

and he said something that was kind of interesting

about Fair Oaks.

Yes, Asa.

Well, some of the other land owners,

you know men same fix that we are,

with no hands to tend the field.

Go on Asa.

Well, they've taking to tenent farming.

And I thought-

- No Asa.

Subdividing Fair Oaks would be not only

a defilement and desecration,

but the yielding of virtually everything

that the name of Bannister stands for.

Find something Johnny?

Some letters.

They look like love letters.

At least they're in a woman's handwriting.

Johnny, wait a moment.

You want to muddy the good name of some woman

just to save the life of that worthless trash.

If there's any dirt on her name,

it's because she put it there.

They are love letters.

There's no signature.

I'm afraid you're wrong, Asa.

Rhododendron.

I should have known the truth

when Schofield got to the jail with is hand mangled.

I probably would have, too,

if it hadn't been you Major.

Nobody else knew the scar would clear him,

only the Bannisters.

She wanted to marry him, was that it?

He turned her down and then she shot him?

No, Johnny, it was the other way around.

He wanted to marry Cassandra.

Which was out of the question, of course.

Because he was part of the common herd?

Johnny, like Mark Leversee, you're a stubborn man.

When I wouldn't sanction their marriage,

he said they would elope without my permission.

All along I thought it was Cassandra

that shot Leversee.

No, Asa, as head of the family,

it was my responsibility.

I'm sorry soldier.

I'm sorry it has to be this way.

I'm really going to miss your letters.

Quincy, don't.

30,000 members lost, killed, wounded

or missing in action at Gettysburg.

The fact that Johnny Yuma is not among that number

is a minor miracle.

Let us say the enchantment of that miracle

has finally expired.

Stand off Asa.

Whatever your feelings, you're a Bannister.

The wrong men died at Gettysburg.

All I ever wanted was somebody to love.

I didn't think that was asking too much.

I'll let Schofield go.

I told him he was lucky you weren't

pressing charges for robbery.

I wouldn't say he was so lucky.

Sheriff, what about Cassandra?

If it weren't for her, Johnny'd be staying on

as a permanent resident of our cemetery.

Asa?

Quincy thought he was protecting the name of Bannister.

No, Johnny, he was protecting a way of life

that was already dead.

1I'm subdividing Fair Oaks for tenant farming.

It'd be good for the town and good for Fair Oaks.

Out of a handful ash sewn into a valley of pain.

Seedlings of hope, a new life ordained.

You mind if I keep this?

Belongs to you, Johnny.

Thanks.

♪ 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 ♪