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Over here, men!

We got 'em now!

Wipe your nose, son.

I'll ride you wherever you're headin'.

And what of my reputation, senor?

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone♪

♪ Johnny Yuma♪

Well, that oughta keep the coyotes off.

Now Senor, be so kind as to dig one more,

a little smaller.

Ma'am?

To destroy one's own life I know is terrible thing.

Now I have left in this world no one to protect me.

Pedro will escort me to Senora

in Old Mexico for my, for my, what you call, wedding.

Well now, it's not that bad.

After you're bereaved your young man'll be

lovinger than ever to you.

As his wife?

After I am already for many hours without chaperones

in the company of a gentleman to whom I am unrelated?

Don Diego is a man of distinguished honor.

He would drive such a woman from his doorstep.

I'm a pretty respectable fella, Johnny Yuma.

Ask anybody in the territory.

But you are a man, senor.

What would you know about men?

I considered this whole subject my last year

at the convent.

Horrible.

I expect you girls build us up a little.

Oh please, senor.

Not to look at me in these pants.

I wear them only to disguise that I'm a woman.

Ma'am, I'll do what I can to deliver you

safe and respectful wherever you say,

just like I'm your big brother.

What a level head, Senor Yuma.

To be alone with me day and night for perhaps a week

in the desert, no man alive could keep such a vow.

Well, all I can do is try, that is,

if you don't keep bringing up the details.

Things must be different in the USA, senor.

Besides, those Apache devils roll my trousseau all around

every which way.

Don't worry, leave me to handle it.

Could we shuck off this trousseau so I can ride too?

Oh I beg you.

To arrive at the house of Don Diego without my reputation

is already disaster.

With no dowry...

Anyway, senor, walking will keep you more tireder, I think.

Senorita, maybe I ought to know what to call you.

I am baptized,

Demetria Angelica Seraphina Gonzalvo Persidio.

If I have a big brother, he will call me

for convenience, Demetria Angelica.

Demetria Angelica, was I the young man you were gonna

marry, I'd be proud to take ya, with or without your dowry.

Senor is very generous.

Look, Demetria, maybe you better open up your valise

and get into a dress and so on.

Whatever will minimize your sufferings, poor senor.

Yeah, on second thought, it might be just the last straw.

I'll stay up in front of ya.

Shall I pray for your soul, Senor Yuma?

Good idea, Demetria, any help will be appreciated.

You learn songs like that in the convent?

In the convent we are taught embroidery,

refined conversation, and the care and feeding,

if you will pardon the expression, of babies.

But to look through a fan, twirl a rose in the teeth,

to sing the songs of love, all these things any daughter

of Mexico is already proficient from the day she is born.

Wait, I will show you the Spanish dance.

Wait a minute, no need to bother with that.

It is too late for never minding, senor.

And it's no bother.

How about this Don Diego you aim to marry?

Don Diego is 74 years old.

Besides, I am promised to his grandson, Don Ronaldo.

What about this Ronaldo then?

I would like to scratch him all criss-crosses.

Isn't he handsome, or what?

I've never seen him, senor.

This marriage was arranged altogether respectable.

You call that respectable?

Si, but love is stronger.

In the convent at night, we lied under the covers,

I read the novellas of love.

And now, I think this sweet thing comes to me also.

Quiet.

You say this to me at such a moment?

Shut up for a second.

I'm tellin' ya fellers, I heared a woman.

You've been here too long, Cherokee.

You gettin' hallucinations.

Aw, it's just some liquored up cowboy

whisperin' to his guitar.

Sure, in real life, females ain't so easy to come by.

Well, gullah my britches.

Evenin' folks.

You know these hombres?

Just a general breed strain.

Keep ridin', gents.

Howdy, Chiquita.

Out for a little fandango.

Drift.

Son, your manners are plumb terrible.

Lay down.

Never, senor.

I'm gunned, he skinned me.

Why it's nothin' more than a little burn.

Nothin'?

It's a 200 mile ride back to Roswell.

Mind if we pick up our guns now?

Move.

To swearin' an oath, but if that's your custom.

It will not be necessary.

Your hand is enough, senor.

We accept your assurance, as though you stood here before us

with your most secret soul laid bared

before the sight of heaven.

Don Diego, if everything was open and known,

nobody but the good Lord would shake hands with any of us.

True, true.

Gracias, your words have edified us, senor.

Come Demetria Angelica, if we become related by matrimony,

we have much to discuss together.

That look, you saw it?

You must remember that I stand sponsor

for this North Americano.

I know, I know, but send him quickly away.

Excuse me, I better go see about my horse.

Carumba, do you wish a scandal at your own betrothal?

He must stay and be a guest at the fiesta.

I am sorry, Grandpapa, but great jealousy laps my blood

like a wolf.

Love is wasted on the young.

You would rather embrace its torments than its pleasures.

And now

let us drain our glasses to the future

of this dear young couple.

Good fortune.

And now amigos, of this happy occasions,

it is the ancient custom of my house that the new daughter

open the ball by first choosing her own partner.

You oughta be in mind that Ronaldo is watchin' us

like a sidewinder.

Ronaldo is a very nice boy, but you are a nice man.

Right now that nice boy's fixin' to slice up

the nice man's liver.

You beat him, senor?

But single handed you attacked the Apaches,

and defeated three to one banditos.

Don't let that fool ya.

Those two times I was just sellin' my life

like a cornered rat.

Now.

And courteously.

Your permission, senor.

Now is my turn to dance with my very beautiful promised one.

She's all yours, senor.

Gracias, perhaps later.

A waltz if you please.

Before my face, this.

This man is our guest.

Well, you sure done it now, lady.

I want to done it for you, my beloved.

Tomorrow is Sunday, this will be over by midnight.

At 1:15, we'll escape from the bedroom window.

I will wear my bandito mask and you bring a ladder.

Where would I get a ladder?

I ask your pardon for this revolting spectacle.

And as for you, coward.

I pity you.

Well, if this is the way a man is treated around here,

then I'm gonna fetch my stuff outta that fancy bedroom.

Rolando.

Will you ever forgive me?

Forgive you?

My beloved, all my life will be devoted to the praise

of your beauty and your virtue.

My loved one.

A waltz please.

She is after all primo rosa

in the first flush of beauty, and yourself.

Tell me, how did you manage to manage?

Well, you see, I promised her to make out

I was her big brother.

Big brother?

Pretty near had to slap her down a couple times though.

And humiliation, but one does not altogether laugh.

For always into the eyes come tears for the,

the unpretending nobility of his soul.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

This has been a Mark Goodson-Bill Todman production.

♪ John Yuma ♪