The Rebel (1959–1961): Season 1, Episode 3 - Yellow Hair - full transcript
A mortally wounded soldier stumbles into Johnny's camp. Before he dies, he says only one thing: "Fort Concho." Johnny rides to the fort and discovers it empty of soldiers. The sole survivor is a coward who hid during the fighting and survived--knowing Indians do not harm the mentally infirm--by pretending to be crazy. Before Johnny can leave, he's captured by Kiowas who plan to torture him to death.
Solider?
Easy soldier, I'll help you all I can.
Concho, Fort Concho.
I'll get you some water.
♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪
♪ He roamed through the West ♪
♪ That Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪
♪ He wandered alone ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
Hello?
Put down that hog leg, boy.
Somebody got through, huh?
You're the reinforcements!
Horses, foot, dragoons?
What a school boy!
You're going to take back forts, aren't you?
You're just gonna take a lot of taking!
Who be you, boy?
My name's Yuma, Johnny Yuma.
That don't mean nothing.
You know who I am?
Your Nebuchadnezzar, your Solomon, Caesar!
Your big medicine boy, powerful medicine!
Maybe you ought to kneel.
Maybe you ought to curry my favor,
'cause I hold the power of living and dying
in these here parts.
You going to kneel?
No, sir, I'm not.
It ain't absolutely necessary and positively necessary,
as long as you show the proper respect.
Mind you do that, boy.
Yes sir.
Where you heading?
North, Fort Griffin.
Oh no, you ain't!
No you ain't!
You know why?
The engines, northeast, southwest,
all points of the compass.
The redskins, the redskins!
The smell of bread in their beaks,
and murder in their eyeballs!
I didn't see any.
Engines, engines all around.
Do you smell them?
Engines hit this fort.
When?
100 years ago, 1,000.
Maybe it was only last week.
Anyways, it was a lot of dead men to go.
Comanches?
No, Kiowas boy, Kiowas!
They'd chew up Comanches for breakfast!
The whole say tent is smeared with paint,
paint and blood, boy!
And there ain't nothing that breathes at Concho except me!
How is you're still breathing?
How come you're the only one alive?
The engines is like kids one minute,
and killers the next.
You gotta outsmart 'em, which is what I'd done,
when they hit the fort.
I hid.
You what?
Well, we didn't have a chance anyhow.
Well, your blood would have turned green
at what I'd seen when I was hid.
Don't you turn your back on me, you rebel pup.
This way my bones still bend.
I'd only be dead if I'd a fought.
What good would that done?
Your bullet money killed Satanta.
I ain't no coward 'cause I hid.
I was smart, I saved the fort!
Yeah, sure.
And when they was through with dancing
and scalping I walked out amongst them,
dressed in these here garments.
Big as a buffalo.
You savvy why, boy?
Yeah.
Indians won't hurt a man out of his head.
I walked out amongst them.
I had them locals red eyed steer.
That took courage, boy.
A bucket full of courage.
Where are the soldiers, their bodies?
I buried them.
What was left of them, like heroes.
Army's got to take care of its own.
And a lot of dead men.
Just as long as I keep pretending I'm the sovereign
among them they leave me and this place be,
bring me food and the like.
And I'm in command of the fort.
You don't have to face a court marshal.
The face of heaven,
the face of heaven is a-fowling and a-scowling!
He's crying tears of vengeance!
The great spirits is screaming
and they're telling you to strike him dead!
Strike him dead before he brings others like him!
And the face of heaven's a-hollering.
They're saying to kill him, kill him!
You will die.
Do you know the reason?
I reckon 'cause you say so.
A man should know why he dies.
That helps him to die well.
You gotta die, you might as well be good at it.
We will see, Yellow Hair,
if the Kiowa will be proud of your scalp.
This is our land.
You will learn that as the other milk faces have.
Looks like you taught 'em pretty good, Satanta.
You know me.
There was a time when they called you
the great orator of the plains.
Now they call you other things.
The long knives have made my heart a stone
with no soft place in it.
You, Yellow Hair, you have fought the long knives too,
like the Kiowas.
Not exactly.
You were beaten.
They licked us.
Your chances of winning were not good.
They were better than yours.
One does not fight always to win.
Sometimes the fight is to hurt back.
Look upon Stumbling Bear.
Do you know what he carries there?
The bones of his son, killed by the long knives.
Look at the land about you.
Our fathers, our families are buried there.
We will not sell their bones cheaply.
That is why we fight.
That is why Yellow Hair will die.
Iron Hand, not now.
Let him die as the sun sets.
Slowly with fire.
Yellow Hair.
What do they call me now?
Butcher.
You know why I had to say all that, boy.
Yeah.
This way I never tell anybody about
the coward of Fort Concho.
I got a wife and a son.
I don't want him to grow up ashamed of his name.
Oh, they ought to be mighty proud of you.
Them redskins, they was gonna scorch you anyway, Reb.
And this way, they think I'm crazy for sure,
turning on a white man.
Come on ahead.
I'll take any kind of company I can get.
Can you understand me?
Can you talk?
How come you're with them, a raiding party?
We are no raiding party.
We have buried Satanta's wife.
My mother.
You're not an Indian.
I've never seen an Indian with blue eyes before.
My mother and I were the only ones
left of a wagon train a long time ago.
Kiowas kill them?
No, fever and hunger.
Maybe too much.
But people gotta have something important.
You've got Satanta.
Me, I, I got a book I've been writing.
I will help you.
I will tell you of the Kiowa challenge.
There is a custom as old as the Kiowa lodge.
The right of the challenge Satanta would not deny,
even to an enemy.
If the challenge is brought...
Kiowas, there is something that must be said!
What must be said?
A pig walks among your lodge.
How does Yellow Hair know this?
By the filth that hangs from his face
and the odor of his nearness.
Well, how near is he?
As near as Iron Hand.
We will see who is the pig and who will be skinned.
We will run for the knife.
You fight like the eagle.
You are free as the eagle.
Walk as Satanta's brother among the Cheyenne,
the Kiowa, and the Sioux.
Satanta, troopers will be coming back to take the fort.
They have taken many things before.
But our vengeance here is over.
We will take with us the white man
who sees the face of heaven.
Yellow Hair, if the troopers follow,
will you ride with them?
No, I won't do that.
I won't ride against Satanta.
Bumpa.
You have grown up among us.
But now your mother's dead.
Your heart and hand went to him
and if the bond is broken you can go back to your people.
I will stay with my father.
Thanks.
Boy, boy.
You ain't gonna tell nobody what I done.
They're waiting for you.
You ain't gonna tell nobody, are you boy?
As far as I'm concerned, everybody died at Fort Concho.
Ain't no use saying anything bad about the dead.
It's got my name on it.
Maybe you could get it to my kin.
Tell them you found it on a dead soldier at Fort Concho.
Yeah.
♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪
♪ He roamed through the West ♪
♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪
♪ He wandered alone ♪
♪ He got fighting 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 goes the rebel ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪
♪ He rode through the West ♪
♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪
♪ He wandered alone ♪
♪ He searched the land, this restless land ♪
♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪
♪ 'Cause he figured that he'd been pushed enough ♪
♪ The Rebel ♪
♪ Away ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
♪ Away rode The Rebel ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
♪ John Yuma ♪
Easy soldier, I'll help you all I can.
Concho, Fort Concho.
I'll get you some water.
♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪
♪ He roamed through the West ♪
♪ That Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪
♪ He wandered alone ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
Hello?
Put down that hog leg, boy.
Somebody got through, huh?
You're the reinforcements!
Horses, foot, dragoons?
What a school boy!
You're going to take back forts, aren't you?
You're just gonna take a lot of taking!
Who be you, boy?
My name's Yuma, Johnny Yuma.
That don't mean nothing.
You know who I am?
Your Nebuchadnezzar, your Solomon, Caesar!
Your big medicine boy, powerful medicine!
Maybe you ought to kneel.
Maybe you ought to curry my favor,
'cause I hold the power of living and dying
in these here parts.
You going to kneel?
No, sir, I'm not.
It ain't absolutely necessary and positively necessary,
as long as you show the proper respect.
Mind you do that, boy.
Yes sir.
Where you heading?
North, Fort Griffin.
Oh no, you ain't!
No you ain't!
You know why?
The engines, northeast, southwest,
all points of the compass.
The redskins, the redskins!
The smell of bread in their beaks,
and murder in their eyeballs!
I didn't see any.
Engines, engines all around.
Do you smell them?
Engines hit this fort.
When?
100 years ago, 1,000.
Maybe it was only last week.
Anyways, it was a lot of dead men to go.
Comanches?
No, Kiowas boy, Kiowas!
They'd chew up Comanches for breakfast!
The whole say tent is smeared with paint,
paint and blood, boy!
And there ain't nothing that breathes at Concho except me!
How is you're still breathing?
How come you're the only one alive?
The engines is like kids one minute,
and killers the next.
You gotta outsmart 'em, which is what I'd done,
when they hit the fort.
I hid.
You what?
Well, we didn't have a chance anyhow.
Well, your blood would have turned green
at what I'd seen when I was hid.
Don't you turn your back on me, you rebel pup.
This way my bones still bend.
I'd only be dead if I'd a fought.
What good would that done?
Your bullet money killed Satanta.
I ain't no coward 'cause I hid.
I was smart, I saved the fort!
Yeah, sure.
And when they was through with dancing
and scalping I walked out amongst them,
dressed in these here garments.
Big as a buffalo.
You savvy why, boy?
Yeah.
Indians won't hurt a man out of his head.
I walked out amongst them.
I had them locals red eyed steer.
That took courage, boy.
A bucket full of courage.
Where are the soldiers, their bodies?
I buried them.
What was left of them, like heroes.
Army's got to take care of its own.
And a lot of dead men.
Just as long as I keep pretending I'm the sovereign
among them they leave me and this place be,
bring me food and the like.
And I'm in command of the fort.
You don't have to face a court marshal.
The face of heaven,
the face of heaven is a-fowling and a-scowling!
He's crying tears of vengeance!
The great spirits is screaming
and they're telling you to strike him dead!
Strike him dead before he brings others like him!
And the face of heaven's a-hollering.
They're saying to kill him, kill him!
You will die.
Do you know the reason?
I reckon 'cause you say so.
A man should know why he dies.
That helps him to die well.
You gotta die, you might as well be good at it.
We will see, Yellow Hair,
if the Kiowa will be proud of your scalp.
This is our land.
You will learn that as the other milk faces have.
Looks like you taught 'em pretty good, Satanta.
You know me.
There was a time when they called you
the great orator of the plains.
Now they call you other things.
The long knives have made my heart a stone
with no soft place in it.
You, Yellow Hair, you have fought the long knives too,
like the Kiowas.
Not exactly.
You were beaten.
They licked us.
Your chances of winning were not good.
They were better than yours.
One does not fight always to win.
Sometimes the fight is to hurt back.
Look upon Stumbling Bear.
Do you know what he carries there?
The bones of his son, killed by the long knives.
Look at the land about you.
Our fathers, our families are buried there.
We will not sell their bones cheaply.
That is why we fight.
That is why Yellow Hair will die.
Iron Hand, not now.
Let him die as the sun sets.
Slowly with fire.
Yellow Hair.
What do they call me now?
Butcher.
You know why I had to say all that, boy.
Yeah.
This way I never tell anybody about
the coward of Fort Concho.
I got a wife and a son.
I don't want him to grow up ashamed of his name.
Oh, they ought to be mighty proud of you.
Them redskins, they was gonna scorch you anyway, Reb.
And this way, they think I'm crazy for sure,
turning on a white man.
Come on ahead.
I'll take any kind of company I can get.
Can you understand me?
Can you talk?
How come you're with them, a raiding party?
We are no raiding party.
We have buried Satanta's wife.
My mother.
You're not an Indian.
I've never seen an Indian with blue eyes before.
My mother and I were the only ones
left of a wagon train a long time ago.
Kiowas kill them?
No, fever and hunger.
Maybe too much.
But people gotta have something important.
You've got Satanta.
Me, I, I got a book I've been writing.
I will help you.
I will tell you of the Kiowa challenge.
There is a custom as old as the Kiowa lodge.
The right of the challenge Satanta would not deny,
even to an enemy.
If the challenge is brought...
Kiowas, there is something that must be said!
What must be said?
A pig walks among your lodge.
How does Yellow Hair know this?
By the filth that hangs from his face
and the odor of his nearness.
Well, how near is he?
As near as Iron Hand.
We will see who is the pig and who will be skinned.
We will run for the knife.
You fight like the eagle.
You are free as the eagle.
Walk as Satanta's brother among the Cheyenne,
the Kiowa, and the Sioux.
Satanta, troopers will be coming back to take the fort.
They have taken many things before.
But our vengeance here is over.
We will take with us the white man
who sees the face of heaven.
Yellow Hair, if the troopers follow,
will you ride with them?
No, I won't do that.
I won't ride against Satanta.
Bumpa.
You have grown up among us.
But now your mother's dead.
Your heart and hand went to him
and if the bond is broken you can go back to your people.
I will stay with my father.
Thanks.
Boy, boy.
You ain't gonna tell nobody what I done.
They're waiting for you.
You ain't gonna tell nobody, are you boy?
As far as I'm concerned, everybody died at Fort Concho.
Ain't no use saying anything bad about the dead.
It's got my name on it.
Maybe you could get it to my kin.
Tell them you found it on a dead soldier at Fort Concho.
Yeah.
♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪
♪ He roamed through the West ♪
♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪
♪ He wandered alone ♪
♪ He got fighting 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 goes the rebel ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪
♪ He rode through the West ♪
♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪
♪ He wandered alone ♪
♪ He searched the land, this restless land ♪
♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪
♪ 'Cause he figured that he'd been pushed enough ♪
♪ The Rebel ♪
♪ Away ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
♪ Away rode The Rebel ♪
♪ Johnny Yuma ♪
♪ John Yuma ♪