All language subtitles for The Shootist 1976.mp4 ENG modified for Asians 1a

His name was J.B. Books,

and he had a matched pair of 45s

with antique ivory grips

that were something to behold...

but he wasn't an outlaw.

The fact is, for a while,

he was a lawman.

Long before I met Mr. Books,
he was a famous man.

I guess his fame was
why somebody

was always after him.

He learned to survive in the wild country.

He lived his life by himself.

He had a credo that went...

Nobody will do wrong to me.
I won't let people insult me.

I won't let anybody hit me.

I don't do these things
to other people.

I require the same from them.

You hold it right there.

Give me your wallet.

Be careful with that cannon, mister.

Just throw me your wallet.

Yes, sir,

and a little something extra.

You have murdered me.

No, but you're going
to have a long

winter stomach ache, you fool.

Give me that wallet.

Just the wallet.

I can hardly move.

You shot a
hole in my stomach.

I appreciate that.

You are not going
to leave me here.

Well, it's quite obvious

that's what you were
going to do to me.

Get out of the way.

Mister, you should find
yourself another type of job.

This one sure doesn't
fit your pistol.

Hey, mister, do you want a paper?

Yeah, I will, son.

Queen Victoria is dead.

There you are. Thank you.

Hey!

Hey, you!

Hey, Methuselah,

move that horse out of the way.

Are you talking to me?

Yeah, I'm talking you
You dumb bastard.

I said: Move it, or I'll
give you something

to remember me by.

Well, now, pardon
me.

Hurry up!

Buster.

Try it.

Come on, Jay, the old man
Isn't worth the bullet.

He looks worn out.

Hurry up.

You're right there, son.

Doc Hostetler.

John Bernard Books.

You remembered.

The newspapers
occasionally remind me.

What was it, 15 years ago?

The only time I was
ever hit right here...

at the Acme Saloon.

You killed two men.

I'm damn lucky you
were around, Doc.

That second one
nearly did me in,

coming out of
nowhere like that.

You must have the
constitution of an ox.

Well, we'll see.

That's what I'm here for.

Oh?

About 10 days ago in
Creede, Colorado,

I hadn't been feeling well,

so I went to see a
doctor there.

He, uh...

Well, the next day
I got on my horse

and took off to find you.

And what did my colleague
in Creede say?

Examine me, and I'll tell you.

You don't trust me.

Oh, Doc, you saved my life.

You don't trust my profession.

In my profession,
you trust too much,

you don't celebrate
many birthdays.

I kind of like it around here.

All right, I'll examine you.

Take your clothes off
down to your long underwear.

Now, I, uh...

if I'm to know
what to look for,

you're gonna have to tell
me what is ailing you.

Well, I hurt, Doc,

way down deep in my back.

Not all the time,

but now and then, suddenly.

Pain in the lumbar vertebrae?

terribly strong.

All right, whenever
you get ready,

just... bend over
the table there,

trapdoor down.

Well?

Books, every few days

I have to tell a
man or a woman

something I don't want to.

I've been practicing
medicine for twenty nine years,

and I still don't know
how to do it well.

Why don't you just
say it?

All right.

You have a cancer...

advanced.

Is that what that fellow
up at Creede told you?

Yeah.

And you didn't believe him.

No.

Do you believe me?

Can't you cut it out, Doc?

I would have to gut
you like a fish.

Well, what can you do?

There's... just, uh...

very little I can do.

Uh, if... when the
pain gets too bad,

I can give you something.

What you're trying to tell me

is that I...

Yeah.

Damn.

I'm sorry, Books.

You told me I was
strong as an ox.

Well, even an ox dies.

How much time do I have?

Two months... six weeks...
less.

There's no way to tell.

Well, what can I...

What will I be able to do?

Oh, anything you
want at first.

Then, later on, you
won't want to.

How much later?

You'll know when.

Now, you will have to
get off your feet

and get some rest.

Have you made any kind of
arrangements for a room?

No Doc. I just got in town.

You might try the
widow Rogers.

She's got a place down
the street a fair piece.

She takes in lodgers.

and she's a nice woman.

She needs the help.

I'll give it a try.

Doc, do me a favor.

Don't tell anybody
I'm in town.

Oh, no, but if I wanted
to go unnoticed,

I don't think I would walk
around with this thing.

I sStole it from a
brothel in Creede.

Did you?

Hello.

This the Rogers place?

Yeah.

Ma!

You can tell your mother

that a worn out
old man needs a room.

Good afternoon, sir.

Afternoon.

Doc Hostetler says you
might be able to help me.

How kind of him.

Yes, sir, I have one
room available.

Good.

Downstairs in the rear.

Eight dollars per week.

two dollars per day if
you are not permanent.

Well, I'm not
permanent, mam.

Oh, boy, get my gear and the
saddle bags off that horse

and bring them into the house.

Gillom will be
happy to do that.

The parlor is yours to use

and the telephone.

My other lodgers
have rooms upstairs.

Two railroad men and
a schoolteacher.

I will introduce them at supper.

My kitchen.

And the bathroom.

I thought that's what it was.

We do have running water,

also in the washbowl in here.

Nice looking brass bed.

I hope it hasn't
got any, uh...

It hasn't got insects, has it?

It certainly has not.

This is very comfortable.

I'll take my meals right here.

I serve in the dining room.

I'll pay you extra.

Very well, since
you're not permanent.

This suit's got a lot
of dust on it.

I'd like to have it
brushed before morning.

I'll take those saddle bags.

That sleeping bag you
can leave outside.

I have my things
wrapped in it.

They will need soap and water.

Have you a barn?

No, we don't.

Boy, take my horse over...

My name's Gillom.
It is not "boy."

It's Gillom Rogers,

and I don't like being
ordered around.

Well, that's fair
enough, Gillom Rogers.

Would you be so kind
as to take Old Dollar

over to the livery stable

and see that he gets a
double order of oats?

O.K.

You seem to be a man

accustomed to giving orders.

I guess it is a bad
habit of mine.

I didn't get your name.

I didn't give it.

Is it so important?

For anyone living
under my roof, it is.

Well, all right.

It's, uh... Hickok,

William Hickok.

Where do you come
from, Mr. Hickok?

Abilene, Kansas.

And what do you do there?

I'm a united states marshal.

Oh, that's nice.

No, it isn't.

I'm glad you're not
staying long, Mr. Hickok.

I'm not sure I like you.

Not many do, Mrs. Rogers.

Moses, where did you hide
the whiskey this time?

Third drawer from the
left, Gilly boy.

Gilly, fetch me my spectacles.

What the hell are you doing?

You watch your language, boy.

J.B. Books is in my house.

Hey.

My name is Books.

You all get that?

Bang!

Boom!

He's in my house.

Ma!

Ma, I must tell
you something.

Hush. Close the door.

What's happened?

Who do you think...

Oh, Gillom, you have
been drinking again.

Do you know who he is?

William Hickok...

United States Marshal
in Abilene, Kansas.

Ma, Wild Bill Hickok

was shot before I was born.

We got J.B. Books here.

He has killed thirty men.

Gillom, go to your room.

Go on. Go to bed before
you wake the house.

Good night, Mum.

Hello.

Come in.

Mr. Books?

Oh, my clothes.

Thank you, m...

You are J.B. Books.

That's right.

May I ask how you found out?

My son.

I've been up all night
because of you.

I demand that you
pack and leave.

That is not possible.

And why not?

I don't want to say.

So you won't go.

No.

And that's your last word?

Mrs. Rogers, you
have a fine color

when you are angry.

Central, give me the
city marshal's office.

Thank you.

Come in, Marshal.

My name's Thibido,

Marshal Walter Thibido.

I'm told... you are J.B.
Books.

You were told right.

Have a seat.

Don't think I will.

Breathe easy, Marshal.

You're closer to your
gun than I am to mine.

Books, Carson City's
full of dangerous people...

Is your head cold?

Huh?

Oh.

Books, Carson City's
full of dangerous people

who would sell their souls to
list you as their victim.

You will attract trouble like
an outhouse attracts flies.

I checked my bulletins
before I come over

and didn't find anything
I can arrest you for,

but I want you out of town...

directly, today.

Maybe I don't want to go.

Then, by God, I
will make you want to go.

I can recruit as many
men as I need.

We will force you out or
carry you out feet first,

so you state your preference,
Mr. Gunman.

It's your funeral.

Soon, yes.

Huh?

I can't go.

Can't?

I'm going to die right
here in this room.

Ha! That's a feeble excuse.

I wish you were right.

Would you believe
Doc Hostetler?

That's his verdict.

You don't say?

You don't say... goddamn!

Whoo!

Whooee!

I tell you the truth...

Coming through that
door, I was scared.

I know what a man like
you is capable of.

I wondered who would get my job,

and if the council would
give my wife a pension,

and if it would snow the
day they buried me.

Excuse me if I don't have
a sad face, I cant.

You talk too much.

Much as I damn please.

How long does the doctor give you?

He doesn't know.
Do me a favor.

I owe you one... or the doctor.

My being here...
maybe that's news,

but dying is my own business.

Keep it quiet, will you?

All right. Just don't
take too long to die.

Be a gentleman and be
convenient for everybody

and do it soon.

You have worn out your welcome.

Go.

The day they bury you,

what I will do on your grave

won't pass for flowers.

You damn little sneak.
How long were you out there?

I was just passing by.

You spy on me and I will nail
your ears to a tree.

Oh, no sir. No, I, I would never...

Oh, you've already told your mother.

Who else did you gossip to?

Ah...

Jay Cobb

Are you alright, Mr. Books?

I can't tolerate a sneak.

If you want to see me,
knock on my door like a man.

I will.

Are you sure you're all right?

If there's anything
I can do for you,

just let me know, sir, because

it's an honor to
have you in this house.

I'm sure your mother doesn't agree.

She doesn't know
how a man feels.

You're the most famous person
to ever come into this town.

When I was a boy,

I heard about your shootout
at the Acme Saloon.

I just never thought I would
get the chance to meet you.

There's more to being a man

than the holding a gun.

Don't you have something to do?
Don't you have a job?

Yeah, I was just headed over to
Cobb's Creamery right now.

I help Jay with
deliveries sometimes.

That was the nice gentleman

you were with yesterday.

Where is your mother?

She is in the kitchen, I think.

Well, goodbye, sir.

It was real nice meeting you.

Good-bye.

Mrs. Rogers, I, uh...
hope you'll forgive me

for taking mister Hickok's name.

I thought it was pretty
funny at the time,

but after reflection...

it wasn't such a joke,
and I apologize.

You should.

The only way you can
show your repentance

is to leave.

Well, that I cannot do.

Mr. Books, you are a
notorious individual

utterly lacking in
character or decency.

You are an assassin.

That's according to which
end of the gun you're on.

You lied to me,
made a fool of me.

This house is all I have.

If my lodgers find
out who you are,

they'll leave.

I have a cancer.

I am dying of it.

I know what you will
be thinking...

That I will be a lot of trouble.

Well, I won't.

You just bring me my meals,

and I will see to
the other needs.

I promise you I
won't be a burden.

Mrs. Rogers, I'm in a
kind of a tight...

I will make it worth your while.

I can pay four dollars a
day for the room.

Oh, Mr. Books.

Most pleased to meet
you, sir, and honored.

What did you want
to see me about?

My name is Dan Dobkins.

I am with The Morning News.

Mr. Dobkins, sit down.

Thank you.

Um...

we published the story this morning

that you were here
at Mrs. Rogers'

and enjoying our
lovely winter climate

and so on and so forth.

Have you seen it?

No.

It's page one, I assure you.

I bought your paper
when I arrived.

Still reading about
Queen Victoria dying.

Oh.

What can I do for you?

That's what I came to discuss.

Well, that's what I figured.

You must appreciate, sir,

that you are the most
celebrated gun fighter extant.

Extant?

Uh, still existing,

alive.

Thank you.

Yes, and your reputation
is nationwide.

My story went out over
the wires this morning.

Every nespaper of
consequence will run it,

but they will want more,

Especially the papers in the
East.

Between us, Mr. Books,

we can really put
Carson City on the map.

Mr. Dobkins, you're going the
long way around the barn.

Yes, sir.

I would very much like

to do a series of
stories on you.

A series?

Yes. Uh, how long
will you be with us?

Not as long as I would like to be.

Oh, well, we could start
today, right now,

then get together
again tomorrow.

You see,

there has been so much cheap
fiction about gunmen.

I want to get the
true story for once,

while you're available,

before anything
happens to you.

I mean, I hope nothing does.

keep talking.

I want to cover your
career factually.

The statistics, you might say.

Then I would delve into the
psychological aspects...

Why you turned to violence
in the first place?

Are you by nature
bloodthirsty?

Uh, do you, uh, brood
after the deed is done,

or have you lived
so long with death

that you are used to it?
The death of others?

The prospect of your own?

pretend that is a nipple.

One twitch or movement

and Mrs. Rogers is going to
be washing your brains

off the wallpaper.

On your feet.

Back up.

Now, we are heading
for the front door.

Now, don't you shake,
shiver, or sneeze.

Mr. Books, what are you doing?

Madam, we have a
difficult situation here.

Out.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Bend over.

Yes, sir.

Dobkins, you are a prying,
annoying ass,

and if you ever come snooping
around here again...

That was a savage thing to do.

Maybe...

Mr. Books?

I will look after myself.

First things first, Doc.

I almost forgot to ask you.

How much do I owe you?

You are a man of strong morals, Books.

Most of them ask that
last, if at all.

Well, let's see.

We'll make it four dollars
for the two visits

plus one dollar for that.

What is that?

They call that laudanum,

a solution of opium
and alcohol.

Opium, that can be addictive.

Why, absolutely, addictive.

How does it taste?

Just... just awful, terrible,

but it's the most powerful
painkiller we have got.

How much of it do I take?

Well, as much as you
need when you need it.

I think a spoonful

would be all right
to start with.

Later?

I don't know,

but I... I think one morning

you're just going
to wake up and say,

Here I am in this bed, and
here I will stay.

Doctor, I want to know.

Well, unless you insist,

I prefer to not discuss it.

Well, I want to know.

All right.

There will be an increase

in severe pain

in your lower spine, in
your hips, and in your groin.

You...

Do you... Do you
want me to continue?

The pain will
become unbearable.

no drug will reduce it.

If you are lucky, you will
become unconscious,

but until then, you will scream.

I... I'm sorry.

I... I didn't mean to
be specific like this.

The next time, I will
go to Mrs. Rogers.

You... You... You
just telephone.

You just telephone.

There... There is one
more thing I will say.

Both of us have had a
lot to do with death.

I am not a brave man,
but you must be.

Ah.

Now, now, now, this
is not advice.

It is not even a suggestion.

It is just something
for you to think about

while your mind is still clear.

What?

I would not want to die
the way I just described.

No?

Not if I had your courage.

Oh.

Thanks.

Come in, Mrs. Rogers.

Oh, Mr. Books, I...

I'm beginning to
know your knock.

I was reading about
old Queen Victoria.

Well, maybe she
outlived her time.

Maybe she was a museum piece,

but she never lost her dignity

or sold her guns.

She hung on to her pride
and went out in style.

That's the kind of an old
girl I would like to meet.

Mrs. Rogers, are
you afraid of me?

Well, to be frank, yes.

Why?

All these guns and the
kind of man you are.

Maybe you're afraid
of too many things.

Sometimes widows are,

but I'm sure there's plenty
of starch in your corset.

Mr. Books, I came here
to see what you can eat,

if you can have
what I'm serving.

No, you didn't.

I wish you would stop
contradicting me.

I wish you'd say
what you mean.

Very well.

I apologize for the
unchristian things

I've said and done.

I'm sorry, and I will do
whatever I can for you.

Well, thank you. I...

All my life, I have
been too proud

to take help from anyone.

I guess I will have to learn.

Would you, uh...

sit down for a moment?

Please do.

What's that?

Laudanum.

The doctors remedy.

That is addictive,
isn't it?

Mrs. Rogers, would
you go for a drive

in the country
with me tomorrow?

Oh, I... I couldn't,
but thank you.

I wish you would reconsider.

It would only be for
an hour or two.

No. I appreciate the
invitation, but no.

Is it that you don't want
to be alone with me?

It's not that, I assure you.

It's just that I've only
been a widow for a year.

People would...

People!

If I have to work on
your sympathy, I will.

I want to go out
in the world again

and see trees, lakes,
hills, and the sky.

And I don't fancy
seeing it alone.

I've been full
of alone lately.

I'm sorry.

Besides, there's a threat
of snow in the air.

Since I moved in here,

we've been scratching
at each other

and apologizing.

Well, let's see if
we can do better.

Damn it. I wish
you would ride with me.

I apologize for my language.

I'll go with you.

Good.

Tomorrow at 10:00?

Will you please get
Mr. Gillom Rogers

to go down to the stable

and get us the best horse
and buggy they have?

I will.

I am grateful, ma'am.

Good evening.

Deuce is the dead card.

Eight is your winner,

and the lovely
queen, the loser.

Hellfire!

That makes seven
turnovers in a row.

Pulford, J.B. Books
over at Mrs. Rogers.

That was yesterday's news.

But I just heard he's dying.

Dying?

Friend of mine got it
from the Marshal.

Old Mr Books is dying.

That's hard news.

That's a man I
could have beaten.

Ha!

My ass.

You have two ways

of leaving this
establishment, my friend...

Immediately or dead.

Gentlemen, place your bets.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

Look out!

Forty three...

Forty four...

Forty five...

Forty six...

Forty seven... forty eight.

Straight through the heart!

Hey, Pulford!

Over eighty feet!

- Hooray!
- Hooray!

Oh, really handsome, ma'am.

Moses had to dust
this buggy off.

He says he don't
rent it too often.

Does not.

Except just for funerals.

Well, thank you, Gillom.

I appreciate this.

I want that wood chopped
by the time we get back.

Oh, Ma, I was
going to go on...

Yes, ma'am.

That is beauty.

It is a little chilly up here.

Would you like the top raised?

No, thank you.

You all right?

I will be in a minute.

Can I help you?

I've had plenty of practice.

Why don't you get
married again?

What?

I think you heard me.

That's none of your affair.

I haven't time to be
polite, Mrs. Rogers.

Well, for one thing, I
haven't been asked.

For another, I
loved my husband

and still do.

How did he die?

Stroke, they think.

They found him
slumped at his desk.

He was lucky.

He was forty one.

Did he have time to, uh...

Did he leave you any security?

I have the property
and the house,

which he built
with a bank loan,

and Gillom.

And he worries you.

Yeah, he certainly does,

especially when he
complains about being bored

and needing excitement.

Well, I wouldn't be
too hard on him.

Every young man feels the need

to let the animal
loose now and again.

I try to reason with him.
I can't.

I can only mother him.

That's not what he wants.

Like I said, that
you can change.

Don't you have enough
worries of your own?

A few, but in general,

I've had a hell
of a good time.

Tell me, um...

what does the J.B. Stand for?

John Bernard.

And yours?

Bond.

That's an interesting
of a name for a woman.

How do you do, Bond?

How do you do, John Bernard?

Shall we?

Good morning, Mrs. Rogers!

Mr. Sweeney.

Mike Sweeney?

John Bernard Books,

now, I'm flattered that
you remembered me.

You live around here now?

My farm is in the
foothills to the west.

Well, you look just like I
remember the Sweeneys...

mean and ugly.

Well, I heard that
you were in town

for a very short time.

That's true.

Drop by.

We will talk about old times.

The good old times.

Ha ha ha!

You can bring your
fancy pillow,

and your landlady
is welcome, too.

Now, my problem is

that she never accepts
my invitation,

and to you two,
I say good-bye.

I'm surprised at the
company you keep.

That man is no friend.
Quite the reverse.

How do you know him?

I don't. I had some dealings

with his brother Albert once.

What happened?

Oh.

That's what worries
me, John Bernard...

the thought of your victims.

What worried me was survival.

Bond, I don't believe
I ever killed a man

that didn't deserve it.

Surely, only the
Lord can judge that.

Mr. Books!

Mr. Books?

Sir?

Are you hurt?

No.

But they are.

Call the marshal.

He got both of them.

They came in through the windows...
guns shooting.

Close your robe.

He's so damn fast,
he killed them both.

John Bernard Books in a
shootout right here.

Son of a bitch!

I will not have that
language in my house.