The Rebel (1959–1961): Season 1, Episode 22 - Take Dead Aim - full transcript

Thank you.

Thank you very much, my friends.

You are more than kind.

And now for our finale,

my assistant will take the place of the figure.

Bartender, give me a drink here.

If you please, there must be complete silence.

One sound, and a fatal mistake can be made.

But first, if you will pardon me, a little refreshment.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪



♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

You don't fool me.

Ain't nothin' but colored water in that bottle.

It's whiskey, Mister.

What are you?

Some sort of shill for that foreigner on the stage?

Gimme that bottle.

You want it, you ask for it right.

Now, there ain't you or anybody else

talks to me like that, little boy.

I don't wanna talk to you at all, Mister.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, the shooting is supposed to be



up here on the stage.

Let's leave it that way.

Miss Catherine, are you ready?

Yes, Bianco, I am ready.

You are a fast man with that gun, my friend.

I don't make a livin' at it.

We have rooms, such as they are,

in the back of this establishment.

Would you join me for a drink?

I'm not much of a drinker.

Well, it is a talent acquired mostly with age.

You have many years to develop it.

I like the way you handled yourself, and I thought perhaps

you would accept just one drink from a friend.

You make it hard to say no.

Well, I should like to make it impossible.

Follow me.

Well, well, you brought me a gentleman

who even removes his hat.

Mr. Gentleman, make yourself at home.

My husband usually doesn't make friends easily

unless he has something on his mind.

So beware, Mister...

Yuma, Johnny Yuma.

Oh, no last names.

They're so impersonal.

Johnny, I'm Cassie.

Hi, Cassie.

And that is Mr. Bianco, the Great Bianco.

Catherine, get some clothes on.

You're embarrassing Mr. Yuma.

Embarrassing?

It takes a certain kind of mind to be embarrassed.

You're not embarrassed, are you Johnny?

Catherine!

The Great Bianco, he has spoken.

You know, sometimes I think only deaf men

should get married, Mr. Yuma,

and even then they are taking a chance,

especially if they can read lips.

Allow me to drink to that one alone.

You are much too young and full of life to agree with me.

Please, sit.

Thank you.

But we are not here to discuss the relative merits

of love and matrimony, taken either together or separately.

We are here to discuss business.

Business?

A lucrative operation for one and all.

I don't see ya.

Well, you will, my young friend, you will.

I was watching you at the bar tonight.

True, I was some distance away, but I could see enough.

I have a fine eye for a man my age.

I have to in my profession.

One mistake could be fatal.

I haven't made one yet.

Now, you are fast, any imbecile can see that.

But a trained man can see much more.

You are smooth, you are young, and you have finesse.

I already said I don't do it for a livin'.

You don't do what for a living, my boy?

I'm no paid gunman.

Well, then what do you do if you are so gun shy?

Whatever I can.

It depends.

Hired hand, wrangler, even write sometimes.

At least I try.

A free soul, hm?

How would you like to join the act?

What could I do?

Exactly what you did tonight, only up on the stage.

I don't know.

How much do you earn for a month's work on the range?

Oh, $35, $40 a month if I do get the job.

How does 80 sound?

And that's only a start.

If you catch on, it could be more.

Much more.

Let your imagination take over.

$80 a month is a real good livin'.

And it's only a beginning.

To the Great Bianco and Johnny Yuma.

Fresh and clean.

A good day to start a new venture.

Maybe Johnny would like to ride up here with us.

We've got room.

No, thanks, I never did take much to ridin' on wood.

Suit yourself.

Gonna be a long ride.

Excellent.

You're a good pupil, Johnny.

You had all the tools,

and now I've shown you how to use them.

What you do with them for the rest of your life

is up to you and to fate.

You think fate would mind if we took a rest?

Let's not ask her.

Let's just take one anyway.

The ledger.

It's a journal.

Why not a ledger?

Don't you enter the day's profits and losses,

happinesses and disappointment?

I never thought of it that way, but maybe you're right.

Then you're a young fool, for all your dreams.

I can only write what I see, what I live.

Then let me tell you something

you have not written about Bianco.

That he is Hungarian count, a real one,

who bet on the wrong side and lost many years ago.

Much like you.

That he has wandered two continents searching for something,

anything to give him a purpose in life.

Much like me?

There's one difference, Johnny.

I have lost my chance.

Now I wander merely from habit.

There is no purpose anymore.

Does that help?

Sometimes.

Then there's my wife.

Isn't she beautiful, Johnny?

So beautiful to look at but not so beautiful to see.

I took her from the slums of St. Louis

when she was 16 years old.

She is even more beautiful now,

if you don't look inside.

Remember this about the heart, Johnny.

Love is a disease.

And when your turn comes, don't pry too deeply.

Be satisfied with the surface.

Write that in your ledger, Johnny,

and remember the man who first said it to you.

Remember him kindly, please.

I'm drunk, and I've had only one drink.

I'm sorry.

I need another bottle of my medicine.

Maybe someday it will cure me.

And what does your ledger say about me?

Oh, I forgot, you're a gentleman.

And a gentleman doesn't tell his thoughts about a lady.

Not a married lady.

Maybe I have no thoughts.

Maybe there's nothing in this book about either of you.

Sit down.

You're a smart boy, Johnny.

You couldn't have lived with us as long as you have

and not had any thoughts.

Oh, maybe they're not down on paper,

but that part of it doesn't matter very much.

What is a smart boy supposed to think about?

Oh, about the trees and the grass.

About home or no home.

You have everything that goes to make one.

I have a place to live, and I have a husband sometimes,

but it takes more than that.

Much more.

I wouldn't know.

Guess I'm not so smart after all.

You're smart, all right,

and you're good with that gun of yours.

Very good.

All the ingredients for an early grave.

Wouldn't have to be your grave, Johnny.

Wouldn't have to be anyone's.

Johnny.

Johnny, help me.

Calm down, Cassie, it can't be that bad.

It is.

It is that bad, look.

This is the real Bianco, not all those pretty words.

He means to kill me tonight, I just know it.

Oh, I can't believe that.

He wouldn't kill anyone.

Oh, you don't know him like I do.

He's a killer when he gets like this.

Well, I'll talk to him.

- See what I can do.
- Oh, Johnny!

Easy, Cassie, I'll try and fix it.

Take me away, Johnny.

Take me away tonight now.

Can't do that.

Can't run away with another man's wife.

You've got to.

I'm frightened he'll kill me.

He won't kill you.

Now, don't be afraid.

Take me away, Johnny, please.

Please.

Did you enjoy it, Johnny?

She kisses well, doesn't she?

She does many things well.

Just ask me and I'll tell you about them.

I didn't mean to kiss her.

Do you know what it is to ruin a man's pride,

especially when it's the only thing

he has left in the world?

Maybe I better leave.

That will make everything better?

I think not.

I don't know what she has told you,

and I am no match for your youth.

But though I have taught you many things,

I am still the master with the gun.

I have no fight with you, Bianco.

Well, that's too bad, Johnny,

because I am going to kill you.

Not simply and easily, not face to face.

No, I am going to hunt you down and kill you like an animal.

That is what you deserve.

All right, that's far enough.

A gun, Johnny?

That's better.

What are you doing here?

Same thing you are, running from him.

What for, to cause more trouble?

Just till the next town.

Just take me that far, Johnny.

Some place where I can get a stage to San Francisco

or even down into Texas.

I'm all alone here, Johnny.

Closest town ought to be Morris Springs.

Two-day ride, maybe three.

I'm not a bad girl, Johnny.

I've done some bad things, but I'm sorry for them.

Please, please just take me to the next town.

All right, take my blanket.

You'll bed down over there.

Johnny, maybe you'll think better of me

before we get to Morris Springs.

We're moving on so soon?

Wanna make town before tomorrow night.

Let him find us, Johnny.

Make it easy for him.

What'll that prove?

He's good on a stage, but he needs time, lots of time.

Out here, he's no match for you.

You want me to kill him?

Yes.

You're my last chance, Johnny.

I waited till you learned everything he had to teach you.

There wasn't any point in waiting any longer.

Why, why do you want it to happen this way?

Why don't you just leave him and disappear somewhere?

For the best reason in the world.

When he's dead, I'm not his wife anymore.

I'm his widow.

I know what banks he keeps his money in,

and I know how much.

There's enough for both of us, Johnny.

I ought to leave you right here.

You're scum, Cassie.

Just plain scum.

But that'd be too good for you.

Think I'll take you back and tell 'em what you told me.

It's too late, Johnny.

You haven't any choice.

You have to kill him or die yourself.

When the showdown comes, my money's gonna be on you.

Johnny Yuma, the reluctant killer.

I wouldn't be too sure.

Takes two to make a showdown.

Not always.

Sometimes it just takes one.

Easy or hard, he's gonna find you.

I know him.

And when he does, it just takes one.

Come on!

You see, Johnny, it's happening just like I said it would.

Bianco!

Bianco!

Bianco!

I'm gonna try and get behind him.

For the showdown, Johnny?

You stay here and keep out of sight

or so help me I'll kill you.

Don't worry, Johnny.

I'll be right here to welcome the winner with open arms.

I have been waiting for you, Johnny.

Bianco, I...

And I am going to kill you.

Not right away.

Why did it have to be you, Johnny?

Anyone but you.

She was cheap, tawdry, and scheming.

But I loved her, Johnny.

I did not want her to die.

She was different when we first met.

Maybe you were both different.

There's an entry for your journal, Johnny.

The world's greatest marksman, and the only one

he ever killed was the only one he ever loved.

Come on, I better take you back to town.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma was a 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, a rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He searched the land, this restless lad ♪

♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪

♪ If he figured that he'd been pushed enough ♪

♪ The rebel ♪
♪ Away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
♪ Away rode the Rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ John Yuma ♪