All language subtitles for 16. Helen of Abajinian.eng

I rode out here
to bring you back

and that's what
I'm going to do.

Don't reach for that weapon.

Guns are my business.

"Dancing Girl Missing.

"Sonoma Valley
Armenian's colony

"today sadly canceled
it's annual wine festival.

the festival's
principal dancer is reported

"to have eloped
with a passing cowboy.

"Although the girl's father,
Samuel Abajinian,

"has offered $1,000 for her
return, local authorities

"point out that she is of age
and they have no jurisdiction

in the matter."

Thank you, Hey Boy.

Mr. Paladin,
you're going away again already?

Hey Boy, I haven't had any
good shish kebab in years.

Rice pilaf, baklava,
Armenian cooking, Hey Boy,

Armenian people.

Among the world's finest.

I'll be back two weeks from
tonight, and on that night,

I'd like tickets
for the Ballet Russes.

My usual box, and you
may keep the change.

Thank you.

"Samuel Abajinian

Sonoma Valley, California."

Good vintage here, Samuel.

Come on, Samuel, huh?

You tasting huh?

Come on, you make
opinion for us. Huh?

Mmm.

Sadness I taste.

Must we mourn forever?

We have other daughters.

Coming to your ear, woman,
is a blow from my fist!

Do I produce daughters
for every passing stranger?

Do I beget children
to populate foreign villages?!

Come! One of the scholars!

Prepare me an answer!

Samuel.

Another one.

Silence.

Silence!

Is wine not being made
by sheep?

Is this flock
without a leader?

Out!

Do we disregard
hospitality?

Do you want to lose another
daughter, woman?

Out!

My name is Paladin.

A name is of no importance.

Like the other one...

on an animal
carrying weapons.

A Turk!
A leader of Turks!

Hide the young women
in the hills.

Drive the goats off
to the hills!

Bury the...

Paladin?

Well, what
is the excitement?

Where is
our hospitality?

I have a certificate!

This girl of ours,

even though she dances
to warm men's hearts,

a lamb, a mouse,
an innocent mouse.

They were seen
to kiss the night before.

Next comes my fist
to your ear!

If our Helen was seen
to kiss him,

it was a matter of force.

It was not reported so.

Place no faith
in reports.

Marriage to a moral man
has shielded you from evil.

I have traveled.

Once in Fresno,
I have seen...

Away! You would shake in fear
at the things I have seen.

And how does a moral man
see so much?

Have you ever seen a snake

transfix a mouse
with its eye?

This O'Riley is just
such a reptile.

You can overtake him?

It'll be two days hard ride,
and I'll try and persuade her

to come back,
but I expect to be paid

whether I succeed or fail.

Both of them!

There must be
a marriage!

A marriage?!

They have been gone
four days and nights!

There is still
such a thing as honor!

Jorgi! Gourken!
We're in agreement!

Now the question of price.

I am a poor man.

I have a few acres,
a few poor, bad vines.

But Abajinian is generous.

You cry you only want
to do this for friendship.

You protest, you-you wish
only to serve justice.

Never.

Although it ruins me
for this simple task,

I will pay you $200.

Well, the price we originally
agreed on was $1,000,

but since you assure me that
this man is dangerous

I must ask you $2,000.

Have no faith
in my description.

I am a poor farmer.

No, my friend.
You're a traveled man.

On my knees, each night,
I will send you my prayers...

for the rest of your days,
my gratitude...

and $500.
My latest offer.

You have a thousand acres,
vines with rich grapes,

sheep, goats...

but for
friendship, $1,500.

Have no faith
in stories of wealth.

I live above my station,
but what can I do?

My own foolishness traps me.

You have the prayers
of an entire colony.

The thanks of
a ruined man, and $800.

Absolutely, I must sell my
whole farm for one dollar more.

What can I do?

Such generosity.

$1,200.

$900 and I die at the grape
leaves for my children.

$1,000.

Done.

My friend, you've
bargained like an Armenian.

This one is
no Kurdish farmer.

I spent some time in Van.

The old country?

I was fortunate to
have an acre left, eh?

Seal the bargain.

Okay, my friend.
A drink of fire.

Most men one swallow,
perhaps two.

But Abajinian? Watch!

Enough.

Please.

All right, enough.

Ah!

Go, my friend, bring
me back my daughter!

There's a man, huh?

Oh, Mr. Paladin. Your hat!

Jimmy! Wait for me.

Why don't you
leave me alone?

You do not love me.

You're doggone right I don't.

I been telling you that every
step of the last 200 miles.

Look, ma'am,

people just ain't going
to believe you followed me.

I don't like to be chased.

It makes me nervous.

I'm sorry.

I am so tired.

You help me down, huh?

No tricks.

All right.

Oh!

Whoa! Now, look.
Look. See? You see?

You ought to be ashamed
of yourself. Doggone it.

Ashamed?
Yes.

Is it so bad
that I love you?

You are so tall, so...

You will not believe this.

When I was a little girl,
I would dream of a man

who would ride
to my father's house.

It was you.

I am a second generation-

an American. I have rights.

Is it so bad to feel love?

To be honest?

To say to the whole world,
I love you?

Well...

look, ma'am.

I-I didn't say you
wasn't a good girl.

It's just that...

Well, I ain't ready
to get married yet.

You let me dance for you?

I change your mind, huh?

You so much as move an elbow,

and I'll pull this hat
down right over my head.

You are afraid of me?

I got feelings.
Inside me I...

Look, ma'am. I'm a man.

And there's a tornado
inside me.

If it ever gets loose, it might
tear both of us apart.

A tornado? Ha!

Miss Abajinian,
my name is Paladin.

Your father employed me
to bring you back.

Ha! Boy, am I
glad to hear that.

Both of you,
Mr. O'Riley.

Don't reach for that weapon,
son. Guns are my business.

Well, where I go

and who I go with ain't.

I didn't even see you
move your hand.

I've been riding hard
for two days.

If we're going to talk,
I'd much rather it would be

over food than guns.

Now, you see what I'm
trying to explain?

See, a man likes to feel
comfortable with his woman.

Well, now take this gal...

How old are you Jimmy?

Mister, you can talk until
you're red in the face,

but I ain't going to go back
with you two.

Well, it's probably
just as well.

A really good girl

wouldn't have ridden trail alone
with you.

Now you take that back.

She's just as good
as she can be.

Well, that's quite a reaction.

A poet might suspect love.

You take that back, too.

Wait a minute, Jimmy.
I'm not using force.

Well, I am! If I can't
lick you, Mister, okay,

then I'll go back
free and willing.

I'll help you Jimmy.

Jimmy, you're pushing me.

Ooh, if you'd just
stand still a minute...

Now, Miss, this may make
you feel a little better

to know that Jimmy's
coming back with us.

Oh, Jimmy!

I'm going back all right.

But don't get any ideas.

You can lead
a horse to water,

but you can't
make him drink.

First we get the marriage
out of the way,

then the festival, eh?

Food, drink, dancing-

and such dancing will delight
your heart, my friend.

Drink!

Hey, you could drink, too,
but I'd waste good wine on you.

Oh, you're
so all-fired smart, huh?

Well, maybe you know wine,
mister,

but you sure
don't know ranching.

If you're so
all-fired smart,

how come you ain't
got a herd of cattle

bringing you in money
off of land and feed?

You just throw it away.

You tell me, Abajinian,
how to manage land?

A child now advises Abajinian?

This here child was running
a thousand-acre spread

when he was 19, and making money
out of feeding cattle.

Cattle, cattle.
Abajinian is no-no-no cowboy.

You don't have to be
a cowboy to know

that good beef out here
draws- how much?

Eight to ten cents
a pound.

Is of no importance.

Hey, Samuel.

$80 in one little animal.

Pay no attention to it.

Where would you graze
the cattle?

All this canyon pasture
is just going to waste.

Pay no attention to it!

How would you fatten
the animals?

Use that grass
you're burning off

and the grape mashings
you're throwing away.

Pay no attention to it!

That's good advice.

What does a nester know
about raising cattle?

What is a nester?

Well, a nester is...
Never mind!

It is an insult.

You would insult a man who
could tear your bleeding heart

from your body
with his bare hands?!

Were it not I need you alive
for the wedding...

Ha! That's a kid's game.

Not the way we play it.

Gourken, attend us.

Explain to the foreigner.

Jimmy, these coals
are kept red-hot.

There's no need
for anyone to be burned.

If one player says enough,

the other releases him
at that point.

You ready?

Go!

This one will scream
like a child.

Yeah, we'll see
about that.

I do not wish
to burn you, boy.

Say enough.

Go to blazes.

Just release his hand, Jimmy.

Game's over.
Not by a darn sight.

So... you asked for it.

Game draw!

Oh, he's strong boy,
eh, Samuel?

He accepts pain
like a man.

Yeah. Even a talker
has some good points.

Come, it's time to dress
for the wedding.

Mr. Paladin, these people
haven't got any right

to tear off all my clothes
and-and then throw me in here.

Even a barbarian pays
for his own marriage!

And I told you
I was just marrying her

to protect her reputation.

That don't mean
I touched her before

or that I'm gonna
touch her after.

Just remember,
you can take a horse to water...

This is the first time
I ever took a bath

in the middle of the week.

"There's a woman at the
start of all great things,"

or so says the French
poet Lamartine.

Women!

"Heaven's best gift."

"The most delightful
of God's creatures."

Shelley.
But...

We are indebted to women
first for life itself,

and then for making
it worth living.

There you are.
What's that?

Oil, boy,
for fragrance.

You rub it
into your skin.

Very, very pleasant.

I'll do no such thing.

That stuff smells
sweet enough to catch flies.

Well, that's
a custom.

Well, ain't I got a right
to a few customs of my own?

"All men who avoid female
society have gross tastes."

Thackeray.

Paladin, we have
good time, hah?

Jorgi, thank you.

O'Riley, look at this.

Dolma, baklava, esmir kebab,

rice pilaf, keskec,
shish kebab.

Now, it isn't often
you even see food like that.

You better try some.

No, I... I got to
be moving along.

Well, now,
an intelligent man

doesn't ride off
into the night hungry.

I tell you, I ain't
staying here.

Well, nobody's keeping you.

Bye, O'Riley.

Doggone it, I can't leave without
saying good-bye to that girl.

I mean, after all,
I just married her, didn't I?

It's only a formality-
as you yourself said,

you can lead a horse
to water, but...

How come you're so anxious to
get rid of me all of a sudden?

All day you
been telling me

what nice folks
these people are.

Well, you obviously have
no affection for that girl,

and under the circumstances,
I think perhaps it's better

if you don't see her dance.

I mean, a young boy like you,

inexperienced.

Well... doggone...

you think
a little thing like that...

Well, she can dance
her fool head off.

I'll be so... so busy
at this food over here,

I won't even...
I won't even notice.

Well, they got some pretty good
cooks here, I got to admit that.

Among the world's finest.

Well, I ain't never
said they wasn't.

I mean, just because they
don't do things like my people,

that don't mean they ain't
real down-to- earth folks, too.

I mean, just 'cause this
Abajinian girl gets me, well...

well... Doggone it!

Women don't chase men.

Now, what I'm trying
to say is, is that

a man don't want a wife
that chases him.

This Helen, man...

well, if I have
to live with her...

I wouldn't know
what she'd try next.

Look, Mr. Paladin...

just watching her
makes me nervous.

I mean, my stomach starts
to do flip-flops,

and-and-and my knees
start banging together.

Well, doggone it, I just
feel downright miserable.

Well, a man wants to feel calm
and comfortable with a woman,

don't he?

Well, there's a time
for that, too.

Well, it's time
I was going.

Ancient Armenia was
at the crossroads of the world.

The origin of their dances
is lost in antiquity-

a flavor of Greece, Persia,
perhaps even of Minoa-

but those dances, O'Riley,
are a language-

the most compelling,
understandable,

universal language of mankind.

Well, maybe so, but...

nah, I ain't interested
in dances and...

Three times since the wedding
you moved to your horse.

Three times he
moves to leave-

now I find him still here.

Perhaps he likes the food.

Perhaps.

For a foreigner, perhaps
he makes a good boy.

I'm a liberal man.

If he wants to live
with my daughter...

Is there some difficulty?

Well, it's customary
at this time

to speak of the dowry.

Dowry?! You are mad
if you think...

No dowry, no son-in-law-
your own custom, Abajinian.

I spit on custom.

You think I would pay so much
as a goat to mix blood with him?

And I reply, you speak
of the Kurdish farmers.

Besides Abajinian,
the Kurds are scholars

wearing silk coats
and speaking seven languages.

You would let your daughter
bring to her marriage

her bedding
and her clothing.

Such generosity should be
written on the side

of Mount Ararat
for all to see.

Perhaps I could spare
a goat for milk.

And I reply that
besides Abajinian,

the poorest Arab
in a mud hut is a caliph,

dispensing gifts
of amber

and silver.

Beside Abajinian,

the serpent becomes
an animal

of stature and dignity.

The toad... And perhaps I could afford

an acre of vines, but no more
- I am a poor man.

...the toad assumes
a beauty.

An acre of vines?

Come, Jorgi, Gourken!

Let us spread the news
of such generosity, hah?

An acre of vines.

A messenger to the old country,
a runner to the next town.

This man is a poet.

Ah, I wish you had
bargained for my wife.

And the children

will scatter flowers
in Lake Gotchka

in your honor.

Five acres of vines
and two of trees.

Ten and five, with a house.

50 sheep, ten goats,
six carrying milk...

Agreed, agreed.

Stop. You are ruining
a poor old man.

You-

you want to see your own
father-in-law destroyed?

Jimmy.

Oh... she's beautiful.

15 acres, a house,

50 sheep and ten goats,
six carrying milk,

for a son who sees a dancer
after she's gone.

Attend him- take
him to his bride.

Come on, Texas boy.

At least he knows cattle.

$80 an animal-
that's good business.

But I have other problems.

I have four daughters.

I hope boys run
in his blood.

His parents had five sons.

Mmm.

A busy day, Mr. Paladin,
but a good one.

Perhaps a mogi for luck...

and for a grandson.

Mr. Abajinian,
that would be a pleasure.

� "Have gun, will travel,"
reads the card of a man �

� A knight without armor
in a savage land �

� His fast gun for hire,
heeds the calling wind �

� A soldier of fortune,
is the man called Pal-a-din �

� Paladin, Paladin,
where do you roam? �