Original subtitles

"The Rifleman"

starring Chuck Connors.

Hey, hey, Monty, come here.

Some pilgrim thinks he found a home.

Well, now don't you think it was time we showed

him the error of his ways?

Ooha.

Well, how does it look now that we've bought it, son?

Looks fine.

Well, let's go to work.

Looks like he's got a rifle.

I don't think he'll have it for long.

Hey, Pa.

Morning.

Looks like you folks plan to stay.

Sure do.

We bought the place.

My name's McCain.

This is my boy, Mark.

I'm Sam Montgomery, Mr. McCain.

Mine's Billy Lehi.

Howdy, Mark

Howdy.

Surprised Old Man Dunlap finally sold this place.

Well, he passed away back East.

Judge Hanovan settling matters with the heirs.

Seems they were anxious to sell.

Do you have the deed yet?

I'm getting next month, why?

Well, we work for the Sands Sable Cattle Corporation,

that's old Jackford's outfit.

Have you heard of him?

As a matter of fact, I have.

I thought your grass was in Arizona territory?

It is.

Arizona, New Mexico, and a good section on Nevada too.

You see Mr. Jackford had sort of a working arrangement

with Old Man Dunlap.

And when Mr. Jackford has an arrangement,

it don't change until he says so.

And I don't think he's going to say so.

See we've been using this place for a winter grazing ground

for our new Hereford stock.

I think y'all just better pack up and high tail it on back

to North Fork of wherever you came from and send Mr.

Jackford a letter.

Well, I appreciate your interest boys.

But I own this land legal and proper.

Talking legal or keeping legal?

There's a difference.

Possession is what we call the law around here, Mr.

McCain, all 10 points of it.

Now why don't you just hop in your wagon and move along.

Until Mr. Jackford decides different,

I'm afraid you're trespassing.

You don't seem to realize it, boys, but I am in possession.

No, Mr. McCain.

We are in possession.

And do I make myself clear?

You're beginning to, Mr. Lehi.

Where do I find Mr. Jackford?

It looks like he and I better have a talk.

Well, right now he's camped at Grisly Meadow.

But I don't figure as how he will

take kindly to your visit, Sir.

He don't usually give up nothing unless he has to.

And so far he ain't had to.

He don't mind if I give it a try.

Stand easy, Mr. McCain.

Looks like your daddy learns the hard way, Mark.

Let it be.

Walk around it.

Come on, boy. Come on.

Snap it up.

Now don't you go worrying about your daddy.

He be all right as soon as he calms down a little.

You can get up now, Mr. McCain.

Sorry I had to bust you.

Say, Mr. McCain, what do you got this loop here for?

Is it to make it easier to...

Might, this thing goes off all by its lonesome,

I didn't pull the trigger or nothing.

Looks like that weapon has your best

interests at heart, Mr. McCain.

This thing has a little ol' fandango

here that trips the trigger when you slam the lever home.

It's mighty cute, McCain.

Cute, but not practical.

See what I mean?

Mr, I think it's time for you to get in that wagon

and pull out.

You're going to keep the rifle?

Yeah, I think we will.

I like it.

Are you leaving, Mr. McCain?

Or do we have to drag you out?

This is our home.

We're staying.

Billy, I figure there's a lamp full of coal oil in that house.

Yeah, I think sure there is.

Now I want to tell you something

about Mr. Jackford that will save you considerable trouble.

Mr. Jackford isn't a bad man, he's

just a little narrow minded when it comes

to giving up what he's got.

Mr. Jackford figures he's his brother's keeper.

Sure keeps well.

He'll buy the place from you, I'm sure.

Right, Bill? Right.

And if you're polite, Mr. McCain,

you'll end up losing nothing but a little of your time.

All right.

I understand.

We're just a big outfit that don't intend to get smaller.

That's the way it is.

So long, Mark.

Hi ya, come on.

Pa, it's just not fair.

We ride halfway across the country looking

for the right place, and when we finally got it,

well, look what happened.

Looks to me like the Lord's dead set against us

having our own place.

Help me saddle up, boy.

I want to tell you a story.

Come on.

A long time ago in our country so far west, it's almost due

east of here lived a big stock man with a beard

so long it reached down to his belly button.

His name was Job.

Now Job had seven sons and seven daughters

and over 7,000 head of fine cattle and sheep

not to mention a considerable amount of camels.

Now Job was top dog with the Lord

because he was so hard working and righteous.

The Lord never lost the chance to brag on him

made a point of telling the Devil about the old man.

About how he hated evil, fought temptation, and most important,

how he never lost his faith in God.

Well, that Devil switched his tail and laughed.

And he allowed that Job was such a good man because everything

was going his way.

Just give him some trouble, and he'd switch sides in a hurry.

Well, the Lord thought this over.

And then he said he'd give the Devil a hog dollar

against a penny worth of brimstone

that Job would keep faith with his maker

no matter what trials were put upon 'im.

Well, the Devil sent some rustlers onto the old man's

stock, and he called up a big wind

that knocked down his house and killed all his children.

The old man's beard turned white with grief.

But he held steadfast.

So the Devil rared back and saddled him

all over with fester and boils.

Now Job was as miserable as a man could be.

He got himself a piece of broken jug,

sat out in the corral doctorin' his boils

and shaken ashes over his head and bewailing his fate.

Wondering why the Lord had forsaken him?

Until finally three of his friends came up.

And they told Job that wailing about the situation

only made it worse.

And it looked to them like he'd sinned somewhere along the line

and why didn't he repent.

Job jumped right back at them.

He said he'd repent when he had something to repent about.

He'd knew he'd been good and righteous.

And while he might complain about his lot,

he'd not lost faith with the Lord.

Oh, that my words were now written

and printed in a book graven with chisel and granite rock

forever.

For I know that my redeemer liveth

and that he shall stand beside me later on.

That's how the old man put it.

Well, Mark, the Devil was plumb wore out.

So he just tossed in his chips and quit the game.

And the Lord was so proud of Job that he restored all

the old man's children and his house and his camels and sheep

and he gave him over twice as many cattle as he had before.

And Job lived 140 years happy as a bird dog.

And finally died being old and full of days.

Makes our troubles look kind of piddling, don't it?

But I guess if we were to come down with boils,

we'd know where to put the blame.

Well, I don't think Jackford can go quite that far, son.

I guess we're going to keep this ranch.

Well, I guess we're going to try.

Now you take the wagon back to town.

Tell Judge Havan I'll be there two, three days.

I'd like to stay, Pa.

I can bed down over by the spring.

Do you think you can handle a team?

Make camp?

Might get lonesome.

Well, Pa, I'm 10 years old.

All right, but you keep your eyes open after dark.

Rattlesnakes like to move when the sun's down

and the ground is still warm.

Pa, are you going against Jackford without your rifle?

I don't plan on it.

So long, son.

It's all right.

It's OK.

Despasio, Monty.

Despasio.

You're very quick tonight.

Amigo.

Bien.

Expect a visitor?

Got a nester off the Dunlap place today.

He didn't take it too well.

Looked at me like it was the first time

he had a taste of dirt.

What are you doing here, Pedro?

Senor Jackford send me on ahead.

He's coming down from Grizzly Meadow.

We pick up the herefords.

Make the drive to Amity and ship.

Say, is Billy with the herd?

Yep.

You go sleep now.

I'll eat then I'll go and relieve him.

Really

Gracias, Amigo.

I'm a little rung out anyway.

Yeah, too much looking over your shoulder, huh?

Maybe.

Oh, boy, that was very funny, Billy, very funny.

Easy, Monty.

Come on.

Peblo with the cattle?

Yeah.

Go on back to sleep.

Take it easy.

Come on.

Mr. Billy Lehi.

Llevantas, Amigo.

Now I sleep and you work.

Oh, come on.

Hold it.

Toss your gun away.

Come on.

Sit down.

Sientas se.

Say

You found the herd, Mr. Jackford.

Yeah, I found them.

Look at them.

Scattered.

Not a sign of a rider.

Maybe the herd got away from them, Mr. Jackford.

Maybe.

But if those boys went to sleep and let my cattle drift,

I'll nail their hides to the wall.

Let's go.

Well, well.

If this ain't something.

That's far enough.

Evening Mr. Jackford.

All right, shed your guns and step away.

Old man, if you weren't so slow, you'd

be wearing a broken wrist.

What do you want, Mr?

My name's McCain, Mr. Jackford.

Your two boys tried to push me off my place this morning.

I came up to tell you it can't be done.

Oh?

You bought the Dunlap ranch.

I bought it.

And I plan on keeping it.

How much do you want?

You can't buy it for money, marbles,

or chalk, Mr. Jackford.

You're going to keep your stock, your men, and your dogs

off my property till I tell you different.

And if I don't?

I'll bury them there.

You haven't got the chances of a...

Maybe I ought to rope and drag you for a while.

A mouthful of foxtails might teach you some manners.

It taught me.

All right.

All right.

You had your say, now get on your horse and get out of here.

We've got another thing to settle.

Your boys burnt down my house.

You burned the place?

Seemed like the thing to do.

He's pretty stubborn, Mr. Jackford.

I never told you to burn nothing.

It wasn't much of a house anyway, Sir.

They had no call to burn your house.

I'll pay you for your loss.

But I've got plans for that ranch.

And I aim to keep it.

You're going to have trouble.

I cut my teeth on your kind of trouble, Son.

Now get out of here.

Not until you build what you burnt down.

You better shoot, boy if you've

got guts enough because it's going to be

the last chance you ever get.

Now go ahead and shoot.

Mr. Jackford, I don't need this rifle to do...

Now I'm going to wrap this fancy rifle around a tree.

All right.

All right.

That's far enough, Mr.

Well, tell him to shoot if you've got guts enough.

You better do it Jackford, or I'll

be waiting out in the brush every time

you step out the door.

I'll kill your stock, and I'll burn your barns.

I'm going to pay you back, Mr. Jackford.

Now what's it going to be?

All right.

We'll build you a new house.

All right, Clyde.

Help the boys on their feet.

You've got yourself a ranch Mr. Whether you keep

it or not is something else.

You step out of line, or you make one mistake,

and you're finished, I'll be watching and waiting.

Waiting for a reason to come after you with a gun

and when I do I won't be alone.

Remember that, Mr. McCain.

Hi, Mark.

Oh, hiya, Pa.

Everything go all right?

You have a good night's sleep?

Fine.

How'd you get along?

Fine.

Well, where do you want us to load, Mr. McCain?

Right beside the burn.

I want all the ashes and trash cleared away before sundown.

Yes, Sir.

Hiya, Mark. Hiya, Billy.

They're going to help us rebuild, son.

Good.

Like some coffee?

Say I think maybe I would.

Got a fresh pot going for when you got back.

Well, hop aboard.