All language subtitles for S13E03.Big John and the Rainmaker.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.H264.AAC-jenkins_track3_[eng]

[Snoring]

[Snoring continues]

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Till we get some rain,
we're gonna parcel this out
with a teaspoon.

Any questions?

Line up and get
your ration.

If we don't get some rain,

your cattle ain't
gonna last a week.

I don't know that yours
are any better off.

Well, nobody's
any better off.

It's like this,
up and down the state.

We've got to do
something.

What do you got in mind?
All we need is a miracle,

and miracles ain't been
happening around here, lately.

You know something,
Big John?

Maybe one's
just about to happen.

Whoa.

Howdy, gents.
Nice day, ain't it?

That is,
if it don't rain.

By Jim,
he's a rainmaker.

Is that right, mister?
Are you a rainmaker?

Oop! Sorry.
Wished I was.

The only rainmaker I know
is mother nature.

All I am is, uh--
what you might call...

A midwife.

A midwife?
That's right.

Only mother nature
can make rain.

All I can do is kinda
help her along a little.

I know this fella,
Big John.

I was in Kansas
when he brought in

four whopping
inches of rain!

Not me, my friend.
Mother nature.

Now then,
can one of you gentlemen
tell me where I am?

You're in Graham County,
Arizona.

Graham County, eh?
Look, Big John,
we can use him--

Where you heading, Mister?
Waltham County.

Now, that'll be
the next county

right straight down
the line, won't it?

That's about
seven or eight miles

straight south.

Straight south? Oh, well,
nice talking to you, men.

Now, hold on there, mister.

Bleek. Fenimore bleek.

We ain't gonna let him
ride off, just like that?

Why not?
Because rain's about the thing
we can use most of!

You speak right, friend.

Man says
he can't make rain.

That's a fact.

The only one
that can make rain

is old mother nature.

Same old girl that let down
five and a half inches

up in Nevada country,
where I just came from.

[Laughs]
Nearly lost my cannon
on that flood.

Well, nice talking
to you, men.

Now, hold up there!

Let him go.

And lose maybe
our only chance for rain?

I stand to lose a lot of cattle
if this dry spell don't break.

We all do, Bates.

You heard what he said.

Five inches of rain
up in Nevada!

Five and a half, friend.

Think what half of that
would do for us.

I'll tell you what I heard.

I heard the man say
he can't make rain.

But that's just
his way of talking.

That right, Mister?
That just your way of talking?

You know something,
Mr., uh...

Brewer.
Big John Brewer.

I like you, Mr. Brewer.

You got a way of coming
straight to the point.

The, uh, fact
of the matter is,

I couldn't help you
even if I wanted to.

My, uh, services are spoken for
over in Waltham County.

A Mr., uh, Fletcher
and a Mr. Reed.

Neighbors of yours,
I reckon.

Fletcher? Reed?

Oh, you know him.
We know him.

Well, that's the way it is.
First come, first served.

Maybe mother nature
will come through for you
on her own.

Been known to happen.

Are we gonna let him
slip through our fingers?

The man's a weasel.

Can't say anything
straight out.

For my money,
he's a pure fake.

Waltham County
can have him.

Gid-up.

Look.

All right. Heave it,
you mule-eared weasel!

Get moving!

Watch those wheels there,

you no account, lily-livered,
lop-eared mules!

Easy. Easy.

Easy now.

Get a hold
of that wheel there.

Come on now,
pull a little bit.

Easy now.
How's it going, Reed?

We don't want to waste
all day here.

Yah!

All right.
Watch it, you guys.

All right, you ready?
Let's go!

[Bleek]
Gid-up! Gid-up! Hey!

Hey! Up!

Gid-up! Yah!

Yah! Gid-up there!

Whoa.

Mr. Bleek.

Well, Mr. Brewer.

What's your deal
with Waltham County?

Deal?
I'm talking about money.

How much are they paying you
for your, uh-- your midwifing?

Oh, same as I get
anywhere else.

Just my expenses. $1000.

That's a lot of expense.

Not when you consider my time
and the nature of my equipment.

Then if old mother nature
should prove stubborn,

why, nobody's hurt bad,
I go on my way.

No hard feelings.

And if it rains?

Then I get $1000.

An inch.

Measured in the courthouse
of Waltham County.

$1000 an inch?

That's for
the first four inches.

After that,
I get $2000 an inch.

Well, I'd say, Mr. Bleek,

you got yourself
a mighty good business.

Now, Mr. Brewer,
you're a cattle man.

You know the value of rain
during a dry season.

Now, the money's spread thin,
nobody's hurt bad,

everybody comes out ahead.

That's the way
I like to do business.

Morning, Reed.

Morning, Big John.
You all right?

Oh, fine, fine.
That was nothing.

Morning, Fletcher.

Oh, good morning, Big John.
Let's get that wagon moving.

All right.
Get rolling.

[Whistles]
All right. Gid-up.

Mr. Brewer.

That man's a fraud, Fletcher.
He's bluffing.

Free country, Big John.
Think what you like.

He plays the odds.

If it doesn't rain,
he loses nothing.

If it does,
he rakes in a Big pot.

Have you taken a good look

at your cattle recently,
Big John?

I have.
Maybe he's bluffing.

We ain't in no position
to call.

Neither are we.

What do you say?

I'm saying Graham County
is willing to share the deal.

Willing?
I'm saying we share bleek.

Graham County shares
half the cost

for half of the rain.

We set him smack dab
on the county line.

I thought you had him
pegged for a fraud.

I do,
but I've been outvoted.

The Graham County ranchers
wanted me to speak for 'em.

They want in on the deal.

Why should we share him?

Well, it seems only right,
we being neighbors and all,

and both in the same fix.

Suppose he don't produce.

Both stuck even.

And what do we get
for thinking up the idea

and bringing him in?

Our thanks...

If it rains.

No deal, Big John.

We need all the rain
we can get and then some.

Are you speaking
for all of Waltham County?

He is.

There comes a time when a man's
got to look out for his own.

Fletcher, you know
it don't sit very well

for neighbors
to behave that way.

Well, I'll tell you what,
neighbor,

if our rainmaker cooks up
a real spellbinder of a storm,

and the rain spills over
the County line,

you folks can have
the overflow,

free of charge.

Let's get started.

The meeting
of the Graham County
rancher's association

is in session,
right here and now.

We're open for discussion.

There ain't nothing to discuss.
We need rain, not talk.

I say we go over
and drag that rain man

back across
the County line.

We saw him first.

They got a legal right
to him, Bates.

Dragging him back
would be kidnapping.

What are we gonna do?
Sit around and watch

while our cattle drop
like flies?

Well, suppose we hire
another rainmaker.

What do you mean?
Like asking Navajos

to do a rain dance
for us?

I agree with Big John.

Stealing that rainmaker
ain't legal,

and I'm against kidnapping.

But even a rainmaker's got
to have something to work with.

Now, it ain't that
the man can work magic.

What are you getting at,
Fuller?

What happens
if they wake up one morning

and find that cannon gone?

[All murmuring]

You could hardly
call that "kidnapping."

In a way, Cannon's is really
public property.

Well, I'm against it.

We suppose
to sit on our thumbs

and watching their cattle
get fat

while ours thin down
to shoe leather?

It just ain't reasonable,
Big John.

Why, you said yourself,
them fellas won't even
talk to us.

But this way,
we can get 'em to come to us.

[Big John]
Yeah, throwing lead
all the way.

Hot blood-- that's what's
in the saddle here.

That sun's heating up
tank side more than the rocks.

What are you gonna do?

Sneak into a hen house
for chicken

and find out
you got a crow?

How do we know that fella's
gonna produce for us anyway?

Are you ready to stage
a full-scale war

for a skinny crow?

We've got to do something,
Big John.

We can't just
sit by and watch

while our stock
dies off by inches.

Only one thing I can think of
that makes any kind of sense.

Take your hats off.

Lord, you know
without me telling you

that we're not
the kind of people

that come bothering you
every day.

We need rain, lord,
and we need it bad.

If you can't send us any,
we won't argue with you.

But since you made
all men equal,

it seems we got
a right to ask.

Don't send Waltham County rain
and leave us high and dry.

Treat us all alike.

That's all we ask. Amen.

[All]
Amen.

[Loud rumbling]

By George,
isn't that thunder?

Ain't you never heard
a cannon before?

[Loud rumbling]

Well, let's wind her up again.

When can we expect
some results, Mr. Bleek?

Well, now,
that's kinda hard to say.

You see, we gotta get
the message through

to old mother nature.

We gotta wake her up.

We gotta let her know
we mean business.

We gotta let her know
we're expecting.

Remember,
old mother nature is a woman.

And sometimes,
the ladies, they don't go
according to the rules.

Sometimes,
they gotta be coaxed

more than the other times.

All right, boys,
load her up good.

No halfway measures
for this old girl.

That's the secret, Mr. Reed.
26 years of toil and trouble.

What is that stuff?

Phlogiston.
What?

I've already told you
more than you need to know.

I wouldn't have
told you that much

if I thought you had
the scientific background

to understand it.

Phlogiston.

The inner essence
of all things,
living or otherwise.

Nature's glue.

Gets up there
and plays in the air

like one of them concert people
on the grand piano.

Quicksilver and honey.

Things we mortals wouldn't
even begin to understand.

Is that a fact?

Now, uh...

If I thought you were capable
of understanding this,

why, I might be able to...

Yeah?

Hey, Reed.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Big John's men.

That cannon must
be keeping them awake.

Should I get rid of them?

No. No need to,
they won't hurt us.

Let them look,
if they want to.

All right, boys!
Primed and ready.

Let her rip!

Counted nine head
loss yesterday.

There'll be double
that today.

We've got to
do something, Big John.

What do you
got in mind?

You know what
I got in mind!

Oh, that don't
make sense, Bates.

That cannon's been going off
for seven days, now.

Waltham County ain't
no better off than we are.

Oh, ain't they?

You had a good look today,
up toward round knuckle Ridge?

Them's rain clouds,

a whole suitcase
full of them!

And headed straight
for Waltham County.

My Cannon!

It's gone!

Wake up!
Wake up, you fellas.
Wake up.

My canon's gone.

Get Mr. Fletcher!
Go get Mr. Reed, somebody.

We need some help.

Mr. Reed,
they took the cannon.

Why aren't you fellas
doing something?

That canon's been in my family
a hundred years.

Why, I loved it
like a brother.

Don't worry, Mr. Bleek, we'll
get your brother back for you.

All right,
let's go.

I'm gonna ask you
just once, Big John.

Step aside.

What did you have
in mind, Fletcher?

We aim to take that canon--
one way, or another.

I never did understand why
you couldn't carry a six-gun
like the rest of us.

I'm carrying one now.

I couldn't
help but notice.

Now, now, now,
wait a minute, boys.

There ain't no use in
fighting over this thing.

Sam!

Right there runs
the county line.

Waltham that side,
Graham this.

Now, it's only neighborly
to tell you

that Waltham men ain't welcome
on this side without a written
invite.

We don't aim
to fool much, John.

Did you get the idea somewhere
that we're in a playful mood?

Now, boys,
I want to tell you something

about that cannon
and you've gotta listen--

last chance,
Big John.

That cannon
means rain to us,

life or death.

If that cannon works, Fletcher,
it works for both or neither.

That's just it.
The canon doesn't work.

It's just a bunch of noise.
It's fake.

What?
Let's get on with it,
Fletcher.

And this box, it doesn't
have anything in it but dirt.

Aw, to heck with
all of this talk.

Hold it!

I felt something
on my face.

You haven't yet,
but you're going to.

Wait a minute.

I felt it, too.

[Thunder rumbles]

[Cheering]

What were you saying, Bleek?

I was saying--
drinks on me!

Well, I guess there's
no point in arguing

about that cannon anymore.

Nope.

No hard feelings?
Nope.

Won't be any strain
paying bleek either,

sharing it between
Waltham and Graham.

Seems to me I remember
you said he was your rainmaker.