The Rebel (1959–1961): Season 2, Episode 23 - The Road to Jericho - full transcript

Help me, help!

Help me!

Help me!

Help me, help me!

Mister, help me, please!

I'll get you off this ant hill.

Oh, mister, help me please.

Give me a drink.

Get you off this ant hill first.

I don't think you're bit too bad.

I think they were just gettin' started.



Water, mister!

Injuns?

And after initiatin' me in the tribe all last night.

Your tribe of brothers must have sure had it in for you.

I didn't mean nothin'.

Please, mister, one more little swallow.

They was all passed out drunk.

I had a craving to look in the medicine lodge.

What's this?

What you drop from, mister, the sky?

I just happened to see the garbage bird circlin'.

From here on in, sir, you need a faithful dog,

you just whistle.

I'll come runnin'.



Cuttin' four thongs doesn't put you

under any permanent obligation.

Mister, ain't you got that obligation thing

kinda twisted around backwards?

What?

Mean to say, you push in, save a man's life,

you're accountable for him from now on.

See what I mean?

My name's Sutro, call me Art, huh?

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He rode through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

Like I asked before, what is it?

It's a genuine old time Dakota ceremonial pipe.

That would have brought up to $100 in St. Joe.

No, mister, don't go!

You got me all wrong.

Just, when I seen it in the medicine lodge,

it just come over me, I craved a smoke.

The medicine man, he wasn't as passed out drunk

as the others.

He screeched like a bobcat when I had to tomahawk him.

Of course, the whole slew was on me.

Yeah, well, you got off real easy.

Those savages, smashin' a $200 pipe

'cause no more good for ghost magic,

after me.

Better hold on to that saddle horn.

You set me on your own mount.

Mister, I ain't had such good treatment at all

in my whole lifetime.

Well, how many times you been staked out on an ant hill?

Johnny?

I've been studying on how to show my gratitude.

You know, St. Joe, Mizzou's just swarmin'

with them college school fellas from back East.

Pay anything you ask for what they call Injun archeryfacts,

old pipes, war hammers, scalp feathers,

even full-painted teepees.

Now, it occurs to my mind that, oh, six,

maybe eight hard-ridin',

straight-shooting young fellows like you,

course, I'd just be scoutin' the stuff for you boys.

Them savages, they trust me like their own mother,

as long as I keep my hands in my own pockets, that is.

You don't like me very much, do you, Johnny?

Sutro, I don't know you well enough to like you

or not like you, but I'll tell you somethin'.

I'da done the same back there for a mangy dog.

Don't apologize, Johnny.

I'm accustomed to despisement.

I just don't need a helper.

Like my third stepdaddy used to say

whilst he was soberin' up,

there's somethin' about me everybody just can't

help theyself but light into me with a barrel stick.

You're real sorry for yourself, aren't you?

I don't know nobody else down here that is,

'cept him, maybe, but, well, he don't drop in to.

You think any of us would know his voice if we heard it?

Here, this'll take care of you for a few days.

You crossin' the desert?

Yeah, I hear there's some jobs around Abilene.

You'd throw a shoe on your own weddin' day.

Having difficulties?

Stay right there.

No concealed weapons.

You came up on me kinda quiet there, mister.

Forgive a bad habit.

To observe the creatures of the desert, one moves silently.

I can doctor that horse for you if you stop by my place.

You live out here?

Mm-hmm, right over the hill.

Christopher Portal.

Yuma, Johnny Yuma.

Like it?

Right handsome.

It's small, but I find the confined quarters

leave less room for missing the domestic pleasures.

Let's get this fella outta the sun.

Thanks.

This water's cold.

Comes from 75 feet underground,

all the way from those snow mountains across the desert.

Took me four years to dig that well.

Rusted mining machinery was all I found here

when I first arrived.

Gold diggin'?

Extremely low-grade ore.

I suppose it didn't amount to much commercially.

Well, my shoeing fee is 50 cents.

Seems reasonable to me.

You have many customers out this way?

Indeed, yes.

Somebody or other happens through here

practically every month.

I work the ore too on alternate days.

Last year, I averaged pretty close to $3 a week.

That's ample for my basic needs.

I have a neighbor down here owns a sheep ranch

about, oh, 30 miles down.

He been kind enough to fetch my staples for me.

Do you have a match?

Yeah, sure.

Thank you.

Say, tell me something.

Suppose you struck it rich some day.

Mr. Yuma, I can think of no greater disaster

even in this world or the next.

Well, I see you shoe Eastern style.

Massachusetts man, Mr. Yuma,

from a little place called Braintree.

Gave the republic two of its best presidents.

My graveyard.

Poor faithful Lucille.

I kept her in servitude seven years.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, Mr. Yuma.

Lucille was a courteous and excellent little burrow.

She was the reason I dug the well in the first place.

See, before, we had to go all the way to Amity Springs

for our water twice a week, 18 scorching miles each way.

You know, the summer that I let her free, she died.

Sheer boredom, I expect.

So much for the kindliest intentions of our hearts.

I sunbathe out there.

In other seasons, I sit in here,

my walls fast closed, listen to the rain on the roof.

And of course, I have my library.

Holy Bible,

Webster's Dictionary, and.

Complete Works of William Shakespeare.

Which one do you read the most?

Well, for wisdom in joy and in sorrow, Testaments.

For human company, the man of Stratford.

For sure sinful dissipation, Frankie Yankee Noah Webster,

our learned neighbor from Connecticut.

Well, if you don't mind my askin', Mr. Portal,

what do you do out here?

Do?

I look about me, observe God's works,

how beautiful, how various, how strange.

That too is one of God's creatures.

Quiet, friend, this gentleman is our guest.

I hope you didn't mind too much

not being offered meat, Johnny.

Oh, no, that's all right.

See, I have to leave before breakfast tomorrow anyway.

My biscuits have been said to be very good,

especially with wild honey.

You're right, not very many people appreciate

how edible most of these cactus can be.

Anyway, it's all washed down with pure well water.

You know,

maybe it isn't for everybody else, Mr. Portal,

but I'd say you have life by the tail out here.

You hear that?

Mm-hmm, it's been circling around quite some time now.

Well, do you have any idea what it is?

Some nocturnal creature,

one more poor prowler from the thirsty desert.

Sounded pretty big.

That last one was from the well house.

I'll step outside and look around.

No, wait, let the beast be welcome

to remain or go in peace.

Whatever you say.

I'm just an overnight guest.

Well, have a meat breakfast anyway.

Where'd you get the horse?

Borrowed it.

Rig too?

I had to follow you, didn't I?

What do you want?

Nice lookin' jack you got there.

Enough eatin' on him for two.

It's all I'd ever ask, Johnny, just my keep.

We've been through that.

Look, Johnny, I know you ain't cottoned to me,

but I'm true blue, you'll see,

do all the odd jobs.

For instance, like certain things

you wouldn't wanna do for your own self,

if you understand me.

Yeah, yeah, I understand you, like rookin' Indians.

Oh, Johnny, I didn't mean nothin' by that.

I'm just talkin' about your financial interests.

Goodbye, Sutro.

Johnny, how can you say that?

There I was, layin' out on that ant's nest,

with the wings of death shattering down over me.

I don't like bein' followed, Sutro,

and that means right now.

Johnny, Johnny, can't you even listen to a man out?

Ain't fair!

Here, I got this whole new plan and idea

for makin' you a rich man.

I said quit followin' me.

It's a free country, ain't it?

I'm warning you, Sutro, fair and friendly.

I'm gettin' sore.

Johnny, it's gold, boy!

A whole huge tub full of virgin nugget, dust!

All right, Sutro, have it your way.

I don't like you, I think you stink.

Just havin' you around makes me sick.

Now what do you want from me, an affidavit?

Here, I'm not even hungry now.

You don't know who's your real friend!

Why, he wouldn't share nothin' if he were sittin'

on the mother lode!

That's all.

All right, Johnny Yuma.

Johnny, gold, Johnny, gold!

Virgin nugget, dust!

Can't you see who's your real friend?

He wouldn't share nothin' if he was sittin'

on the mother lode!

Portal!

He was talkin' about Portal!

Aw, come on, mister, the gold, where is it?

Out in the rocks all around us, just trace amounts.

Look, preacher,

you know what I'm referring to, the virgin stuff.

Oh.

Well, there's some in that jar back there.

If you need it, you're welcome to it.

One little quill of dust?

Where's the rest?

That's all, my total output for the last two weeks.

I got all day, mister,

all day tomorrow too.

Yeah, and all next week if necessary.

One way or another, I'm gonna sweat it outta ya holy high.

Your library?

Yes.

Ain't nothin' in the books I care this for.

On your feet.

Outside.

Hey!

Go ahead.

Oh.

You're wrong, Sutro, he hasn't got any gold.

Oh, he's got you buffaloed, Johnny.

Yeah, maybe hexed.

I think I'll just take that scattergun for now,

unless, of course, you aim to watch him

get his backbone blown in two.

Get rid of the other gun.

Like you said first time we met, Sutro,

I'm responsible now, anything you decide to do.

I watched y'all the other night

whilst you two was in there.

Now I got it figured exactly where he'll have it hid.

Johnny, I want you to get on your horse and leave at once.

You can be of no help here.

No, I'm gonna show you the kind of a hold-out friend

you got, Johnny.

Now, come on, inside.

Both of you.

I give you my solemn promise.

To the best of my knowledge, there is no gold in this well.

You hear that, Johnny?

This crooked liar ain't even got the decency

to be ashamed of himself.

Get down there and start shovelin'.

There ain't but two, three feet of water down below.

Go down yourself, Sutro, convince your own eyes.

You don't mean nothin' by that, Johnny.

This miser here, he'd talk you into droppin'

the length of that chain down on my head.

Come on, get up there.

Suppose after I'm down there, I say there's no gold.

Mister,

from up here, it'd be like shootin' fish in a barrel.

But you still wouldn't know whether I lied.

Yeah.

That's right, Johnny.

Means we're gonna have to right now

instead of just before we leave.

Move over yonder off the well.

Sutro, you can't go through with this.

Oh, sure, Johnny, you my aim.

The lord will not allow this mindless child to do murder.

Sutro, let's pull outta here, partners, you and me.

Any deal you need, permanent.

Yeah?

Yeah!

Sure, Johnny, after we got the gold.

You can turn your back if you'd rather.

Would you rather have it in the head or the belly?

All right, we'll just split the difference then.

Both barrels in the chest.

Wait, wait, don't run!

I hope you have the power to work a miracle, Mr. Portal,

'cause it'll take a miracle to save him

with that big a rattle.

He lies in gentle company.

Yeah.

Truth, charity, peace.

You know, it's funny.

An hour ago, he wanted to rob you and probably kill us both,

and we end up prayin' over him.

He prayeth best who loveth best,

all things, both great and small,

for the dear lord who loveth us

made and loveth all.

♪ 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 land ♪

♪ He was panther-quick and leather-tough ♪

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

♪ The Rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

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