All language subtitles for The Rebel S02E24 The Last Drink

Johnny!

- Hey, Johnny, hey-O, Cousin!
- Hi, Eddie, how are ya, kid?

What are you doin' here?

Well, your pa asked me to give you somethin', Eddie.

What's that?

That!

Don't get up, Cousin.

I'm tempted to give you another one with my name on it.

Your folks haven't heard from you in four months.

It's breakin' your mother up, Eddie.

I was gonna write 'em, Johnny.

I got this new job, see?

You gonna tell her you're turnin' gunslinger?

How'd you know that?

You're meetin' some gun and you're ridin' south

with him on a job, who is he?

Dawes,

Trace Dawes.

When's he supposed to get here?

Today, tomorrow, I don't know for sure.

I'm supposed to wait for him.

Well, when he shows, you're gonna be long gone.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone 13

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

Don't mind me, go on with your fun.

Weren't too many of us anyway.

We're just about finished.

Eddie, you saddle up, you'll ride back with me.

Uh-uh, Johnny.

$200 I get, I ain't never seen that kinda money.

And the border country, I want to see that too.

Yeah, you'll like it, kid.

Tequila that burns when you uncork the bottle,

tortillas so hot, they singe your teeth,

and senoritas,

almost as bad.

You'll like it, nice country.

Tell him why you need him.

The only use there is for a green kid

in your business, to be set out as bait.

Not exactly.

What do you call it there?

Well, it's like when kids find a cave.

You send the youngest, the dumbest one in first

to find out if there are any snakes.

Oh, you outgrow it, kid.

That is, if there aren't too many snakes.

I did.

I thought I heard a piece of wind break off.

Yeah.

It's a funny sound, all right,

like someone thumbin' back the hammer of a sixgun.

Now you know the score.

What, what, go back to pitchin' hay and sloppin' hogs?

Well, I'd go loco, Johnny.

You can afford to talk, you had your excitement.

You had the war.

That's right, Eddie, I had the war.

Johnny, how are the folks?

Well, your pa's still the same, tough as whip leather.

On the outside, anyway.

Did he send you after me?

No, Eddie, I took that on myself.

All he said was, "If you run on to him",

"give him a cuff for me for what he's doin' to his ma."

I am gonna write him, Johnny.

Well, the way things stand, Eddie,

it might be better if you don't.

And the gold jingling in your pockets?

No, the other part.

Let me tell you something, Reb,

don't try to talk sense into nobody, especially family.

Sounds like experience talkin'.

Yeah, yeah, and I got quite a list:

Mother, father, sister.

You look like you don't believe me.

I believe you, why shouldn't I?

Well, you might be surprised to hear that, well,

I had a pretty good home once.

I can remember it.

Dirt poor, knuckle-bustin' work, but better than most kids,

then something went wrong.

I was about 12 years old, the whole thing just fell apart.

Old man, he started sellin' the place bottle by bottle.

The old lady and sister,

well, you know what happen to women when they go all bad.

Talkin' won't do any good.

Forget it.

You keep a tight watch on your back trail.

Yeah, that's right.

I like to know where I've been.

Ooh, that kid makes terrible coffee.

About Eddie...

Drop it, Reb.

I can't drop it, I owe his folks.

He's over 12 ain't he?

We might make a deal.

You'da liked his funeral.

It was plain, but nice.

A gunslinger learns to read men.

Otherwise, he's dead.

Now, most men aren't cold-blooded killers.

What if you're wrong?

Well, if I'm wrong,

I probably won't make many more mistakes.

You'll make 'em.

That was a fool trick, kid.

Quick way to die.

That's your opinion.

You've made your point.

You know, a couple of years ago,

you'd have been dead on the floor if you'd pulled that.

That so?

Yeah.

You know, I guess I've known it for a long time,

just didn't want to admit it.

It's pretty hard givin' up old friends,

especially when you don't have many.

That's no friend.

You're right.

All right, what's the deal?

You play it out, that gunman on your trail.

I fight my own fights.

No one says different.

But if you want to flake out,

I'll make sure you don't wake up with his gun in your face.

You got a deal.

There's no pride, takin' a man's help.

Got a claim of that before claimin' time.

It's an even trade, you tell Eddie what he's in for.

His name's Culver.

Not too fast.

He'll shoot a sleepin' man, tell him there's a gun fight.

How'd you find out about this?

You left an easy trail,

as far as that saloon in Reddington.

I had a talk with the fat bartender who set it up for you.

I'm goin' with him.

Positive?

Yeah, I'm positive.

That black gelding, where's its rider?

Inside.

You happen to be a friend of his?

Not particularly.

The kid?

My name's Ben Culver.

Maybe you heard of me.

Anyway, I got some business with the gent inside,

gun business, so maybe you pilgrims better stand clear.

Maybe you didn't hear what I said.

He's asleep, I promised him he wouldn't be disturbed.

10 seconds, pilgrim, move or die.

Talk fast, you're in a poor position to test me.

Somebody should have warned you, Culver.

Reb here is meaner than he looks.

He's all yours.

You hear that, Culver?

You're all mine,

dirt, grease, meanness, and all.

You used to never carry spare aces, Dawes.

I said it already, mister, the kid and I aren't involved.

That's right.

You put me down, then you can settle with the Reb

for dustin' your britches.

He will too.

That is, if he's absolutely positive he can kill you.

Otherwise, he'll want to shake hands.

You thought I was all boozed up, didn't you, Culver?

Well, the Lord never made the day that I couldn't take you.

You put on a big front, Dawes,

but everybody knows you've been pumpin' your nerve

out of a whiskey bottle.

Try me.

Kid, come here.

Now, I'm supposed to teach you a lesson, okay, kid?

You see this?

This is what is called the unknown

and the uneducated, a gunfighter.

That was a fancy stunt out there.

Now the kid's really disillusioned.

Yeah, I'm sorry about the kid, Reb.

Told you I was weak medicine.

I never set anybody straight in my life.

Yeah, you told me.

What do you got in there?

Another bottle?

What's it to you?

Nothin', not a thing, I was just hopin' maybe you didn't.

Come on, get outta here, you're makin' me nervous.

Go ahead, Dawes, go back to your old friend.

The next Culver will get what he wants

and Eddie will be right in the middle.

No, he won't.

That day will never come.

I thought you were one of the few who didn't do that.

You're wrong, Reb.

Aw, you're loco!

This the way you want it?

That's the way I want it, Reb.

What if I just turn my back?

Then you won't get shot in the front.

I'm gonna draw, Reb.

Now!

You coulda beat me here to Sunday.

Why'd you do it?

Not for Eddie.

That's the point, kid.

You were right, Reb.

I couldn't have shook the bottle.

I hate a wingman.

You make a man die hard, Reb,

but it's better than waitin' for an end like Culver.

My bullet can't feel any better than Culver's would.

Wrong, Reb.

Give me a drink.

I'm payin' a stiff price for that bottle.

I'd be a fool not to enjoy it.

Lord, we commit these two souls to your mercy.

One was weak and vicious, and probably killed

five or six men.

The other, well,

well, he was stronger and prouder,

and faster.

He probably killed over 20.

I don't know how you balance these things, Lord.

Down here, we can't judge.

We can't say exactly what happened.

All we can do is hope that you engineered this

for some good reason,

hope maybe one of these men did more good by dyin'

than he did livin'.

I guess that's all.

Have mercy.

♪ 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 ♪

♪ And he figured that he had been pushed enough ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪