All language subtitles for The.Rebel.S01E26.Unsurrendered.Sword.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-squalor ENGLISHripdf

[somber music]

- [Man] Well that's it.

- [Woman] That ain't
enough, mister.

- Well I just paid you every
cent I have, Mrs. Hackett.

- You're still five
dollars shy, Sam!

Looks like another deadbeat.

- I was only planning
on staying one day.

Wasn't my fault the army
quarantined the place.

- Sam, see what he's
got in that bag.

- Now hold on a second.

I'm good for the money.

I'll send it to you later.

- You pay now.

- There's nothing
of value in there.

- We'll see.

- What's this?

- A journal of no value to you.

- You a writer?

- Someday I hope to be.

- We'll keep this, Reb.

- I already told you there's
nothing of value in there.

- Except this journal, to you.

Now you bring the rest
of that money by tonight,

or I'll burn this.

- Wait a second
mister, you can have

anything else in the bag
but I'll take the journal.

[dramatic music]

- You're gonna rot a long
time in jail, mister.

[upbeat music]

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed through the west

♪ And Johnny Yuma the rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ Johnny Yuma

- Take his gun and go
get the sheriff, Sam.

- Mrs. Hackett, there's
no need of that.

I'll pay his bill.

- Thank you ma'am.

Sam.

- Mighty grateful to you, ma'am.

I've got a job riding with
a cattle drive up north.

I'll be sending you the
money in about a month.

Little gift besides.

- You can repay me
right now, young man.

I've had the opportunity to

watch you for the
past few weeks.

Have you ever heard
of general Tarrington?

And his unsurrendered sword?

- General Thomas T. Tarrington.

Jackson was the backbone.

Jeb Stuart and Tom Tarrington,

the fists of the Confederacy.

- You knew my husband?

- No, but that's what Robert
E. Lee said about him.

The general refused to
surrender his command and sword

even after epimatics.

I heard he chose
exile to Mexico.

So you're his wife.

- His widow.

He died.

In a miserable
little Mexican town.

A place called Gomera.

- You want his body?

- I want his sword.

It's been in the Tarrington
family since Saratoga.

All the honor left in the
family is in that sword.

I'll pay you and your
expenses and as much

as $500 to whoever has it.

I lost my sons, my husband,

and a way of life that went
up in the smoke of Atlanta.

Get that sword
for me, young man.

The Tarrington sword
belongs here, not in Gomera.

[speaks foreign language]

[donkey brays]

- Don't push!

[speaks foreign language]

- I am the law in Gomera, senor.

I am the one who says
who carries the guns.

[speaks foreign language]

- Yeah.

- Merely a precaution, senor.

There are too many Americanas
in uniform in Mexico

these days, and not all
of them are peaceful men.

- I'm not looking for trouble.

- No, but you are looking
for the general Tarrington.

The people in Gomera, they talk.

Senor I knew the general.

He was not much of a man.

- I didn't come here
to get your opinion.

- But I'm gonna give
it to you anyway.

The opinion of Guido
Morales, jefe of Gomera,

and some very good advice senor.

If you have a good memory
of the general, keep it.

And do not stay
too long in Gomera.

- I've got legitimate
business here.

- Senor, the general is dead.

Let the dead lie.

- I didn't come here to
disturb him or his memory.

I came for one thing only,

the general's sword.

- Why do you want it?

- I don't, his widow does.

- Senor.

Where will you begin
to look for it?

- The people of
Gomera, they talk.

I'll look where he died.

The house of Juanita Flynn.

- [Man] Was he really
a general, Mr. Yuma?

- [Johnny] Yeah, that he was.

- I always thought
he was a liar.

- Well I didn't come here
to discuss the general.

- But you want his sword.

I don't think my sister
will part with it, Mr. Yuma.

You see, so little happened
in Juanita's life until--

- Manuel.

- Oh Juanita.

This is Johnny Yuma.

- Ma'am.

- He wants to talk to you
about general Tarrington.

- I'm afraid there's
little I have to say

to you or to anyone
concerning general Tarrington.

He was a guest in my
home, and he died.

Now if you'll excuse me.

- Just a moment, Ms. Flynn.

I haven't come here to pry
into your personal life.

- Then why did you come here?

- 'Cause his widow asked me to.

Well you know he was
married, didn't you?

- Oh of course he told her.

Tarrington was
always a gentleman.

- He was in love
with me, Mr. Yuma.

Not with his wife.

How did you know to come here?

- Because someone from Gomera
wrote to the war department

that he died here.

They informed his wife.

She's waiting for me in a
little town across the Rio.

All she wants of him
now is his sword.

- Family tradition.

That's all he ever meant to her.

Well she can't have it.

It means something to me, too.

Something much warmer and
more human than tradition.

It's all I have left of him now.

- Well many people in the south

feel that Tarrington
was a great man.

- He was a drunk, Mr.
Yuma, and a coward.

He always talked
about going back,

but he never got farther north
than that hill out there.

- I think you'd
better go, Mr. Yuma.

- Mrs. Tarrington will
give $500 for that sword.

- [Manuel] American money?

- That's right.

- You can have it.
- No!

- What can it mean to
you after what happened?

- What happened?

- Nothing happened!

- [Johnny] You were with
the general when he died?

- Yes I was here.

- How did he die?

His widow should know.

- He...

He died suddenly, Mr. Yuma.

We should have taken the $500.

- We won't talk
about it, Manuel.

- Oh but we will.

What are you planning
to make of it, a shrine?

- There are some
things in this world

that are more important
than money, my dear brother.

- Not to me, my dear sister.

To Juanita Flynn maybe, who
teaches school in Gomera.

- Oh shut up!

- Who can never find a man
quite good enough for her,

until a no-good rotten drunken

confederate soldier came along.

- You never did have any
family pride, did you?

- Pride?

Pride was something
I could never afford.

It takes money to
live the way I want,

and now I'm going
to have that money.

- You shouldn't do this to me.

- Doesn't look like it's
worth more than $10,

but if his widow is
willing to pay 500 for it,

maybe I could get even more
from a rich, proud southerner

in a place like New Orleans.

You know my dear sister Juanita,

perhaps your general Tarrington

was good for
something after all.

- You've always taken everything

from me just like a parasite!

Well you're not going to
take this away from me!

[screaming]

[sobbing]

You'll never have it!

- If I'm a parasite what was he?

- You can't have it!

[screaming]

[sobbing]

[gentle guitar music]

[donkey brays]

- Si senor, shopping?

- Not yet.

- Ah, that is the mistake
we all make, senor.

To wait until it is too late,

then someone else orders and
maybe they have better taste.

- Well, that's a chance
I'll have to take.

I'm told you're the
undertaker here.

- I am an artist,
senor, in stone.

But sometimes to make a living,
I take care of the dead.

- Well then you must have
buried a man named Tarrington.

- El general?
- Yeah.

- Si.

- How'd he die, senor?

His widow has a right to know.

- He was stabbed, senor, spitted

like on a sword.

[gentle guitar music]

- Did you see senorita Flynn?

- Yeah, I found
her uncooperative.

- Then why do you stay?

- Curiosity, Morales.
- About what?

- About who murdered
general Tarrington.

- I was expecting you, jefe.

- You told the Americano?

- It is dishonest to lie.

- Honesty is a virtue, Pablo

but there are times
when it is not wise.

- I told him part of the truth.

How he died.

We're not all blind,
nor are we all in love

with the senorita Flynn.

- How do we know
what the truth is?

- If senorita Flynn
did not kill him,

then who did?

You never tried to find out.

[knocking]
- Oh go away.

Go away and leave me.

[sobbing]

- What happened?

- Oh why did you come back?

Why, didn't you do enough?

Just leave me alone.

- I just want to help you.

- Oh you get out, get out!

- I want to help you!
- Get out!

Get out!

Out, get out!

[ominous music]

- Why did you lie to me?

I found out the general
was stabbed to death.

- There's some things you
have no right to know.

Things that do not concern you.

- The general's sword
does, Ms. Flynn.

- Well go and find it then.

Manuel has taken it to
New Orleans to sell it.

- You walk softly, Mr. Yuma,

and you must have
eyes like a cat.

- Anybody can spot
a campfire at night.

- But first you must
know where to look.

- There are only two ways
across the river from Gomera,

and only one logical way for
a man headed for New Orleans.

- Oh, I see my dear
sister told you huh?

- She should have taken
the $500 I offered.

You both would have
been better off.

- Maybe I can get
more in New Orleans.

- You're not going
to New Orleans.

Not with that sword.

- Well perhaps you're
right, Mr. Yuma.

I'll take the $500.

And keep the sword.

- I'll take the sword.

It belongs to senorita Flynn.

It's for her to decide.

It's for you to decide.

You wish to keep it?

- Yes.

- You'd do anything for
her, wouldn't you Morales?

Even condone murder.

- Even kill.

- You see my dear sister,
Morales covers for you.

He thinks he's protecting you.

- Shut up!

- Don't you think she knows
how you feel, Morales?

But you never had a chance.

You remind her too much of our
weak little Mexican mother.

You talk to me about
pride, my dear Juanita,

but what kind of
pride did you have

when you took up
with that miserable--

- Must you take
everything from me?

- Tell Mr. Yuma
about pride, Juanita,

and how it won't allow
you to admit the truth.

That you weren't good
enough for that man

who reminded you so much
of our fine Irish father.

A drunken soldier who lived here

and took everything
you gave him.

- No, I was not good enough.

Is that what you wanted to hear?

[dramatic music]

I took him in

when he was sick, no money.

A drifter like all the others.

But I thought he needed me.

I thought he loved me.

But he couldn't love me.

He was a man tortured

by what he'd done.

He'd made a legend of
himself in his own country,

and he couldn't go back.

He was afraid.

He was afraid of prison and
a life that he no longer knew

and didn't dare face.

- So you killed him.

- No.

Oh I didn't kill him.

No.

He killed himself.

[emotional music]

This, this sword.

It's become such a
wonderful symbol.

This cheap piece of steel,
used only for killing.

Here Mr. Yuma, you can have it.

I don't want it now.

- Three's a crowd, Manuel.

There's your passport
out of Gomera.

- The Tarrington sword.

My husband was a great man.

Someday this will hang in
the museum at Richmond.

Tribute to him and
to all the south.

Johnny?

Tell me, how did he die?

- Well...

His last thoughts were of home.

- And the other woman?

What was she like?

- The other woman?

- If I knew my husband,

he was a tortured man.

Thank you Johnny.

Thank you for the sword,

and the white lie.

[dramatic music]

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He rode through the west

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel

♪ He roamed through the west

♪ Johnny Yuma the rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ He searched the land
this restless land ♪

♪ He was panther quick
and leather tough ♪

♪ And figured that he'd been
pushed enough the rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma

♪ Johnny Yuma

♪ John Yuma