All language subtitles for The Rifleman - 1x05

We're just farmers.

Sorry.

You fellas kind
of took me by surprise.

Yeah, so we notice.

You don't live
around here, do you?

Naw, I'm gonna be
visiting, though.

My name's Johnny Gibbs.

I'm brother-in-law
to Lucas McCain.

And his... his wife is my sister.

Luke's gonna
be surprised to see me

as I was to see you too fellas.

Now, why should a couple
of riders on the trail

surprise you so much?

Oh, just wasn't
expecting anybody.

Or were you?

Get a hold of his head.

Step up close till I
can find a stirrup.

Come on, Pa!

Come on, Luke, ride him.

Let him go.

Yah!

Yah!

Yah!

Stick with him, Pa!

Move!

Yah!

Come on, Pa.

Hold on Hold on
him, Pa, hold on.

Well, that's
frolicsome little beast.

His name's Duster.

He's mine.

That is, he will be,
soon as he's broke.

I wouldn't bet
on the rider, boy.

He's gonna get his whiskers
bucked off any minute.

Well, what's the matter?

Swallow something
you can't get down?

He looks just the same, Ma.

Congratulations, Luke.

You were on him twice
as long as anybody else.

Well, thanks.

Right now, I'll
settle for a pillow.

Howdy, Luke.

Johnny boy, where
did you come from?

Oh, places.

It's a good thing I made it
here 'fore you busted your neck.

You're a sight
for sore eyes, boy.

My brother-in-law, gents.

But don't let that
easy smile fool you.

Johnny has a for breakfast

every morning with the rodeo.

Oh, Colonel McBernie's All-Star

Wild West Show and Rodeo,
proud to know you, boys.

So that little colt's been
giving you a rough time, eh?

I don't know, Johnny.

I softened him up a little.

Whoa.

Whoa.

That's your Uncle Johnny, son.

I know.

I knew him right off. Oh.

Whoa, boy. Whoa.

He said he didn't have
time to pick up a present,

so he's breaking
Duster for you instead.

At least, that's
the general idea.

Come on, Uncle Johnny!

Come on ride him, rodeo rider!

Stick with him!

Stay with him!

That's it, boy.

Hold on!

He's ridin' him now!

You're doin' all
right, Uncle Johnny.

You got him. Go on with him!

Go on!

Nice ride, Johnny.

Oh.

Boy oh boy.

Fine ride, Johnny.

Sure was.

Hey, look at that.

Hey, you OK, boy?

Oh, yeah, just up a little,

been laying off awhile.

Well, there's your colt, Mark.

Day or so, he'll
be pure civilized.

Hey, what you got there?

Oh, it's a picture Mom
used to keep on our table.

She talked too much
about you, that I

felt like I knew you personally,
or something like that.

Eh, Margaret was
always fretting about

her hair-brained kid brother.

She had a heart
full of love, Johnny.

Come on.

We got a lot to hash over.

See you later, boys!

So long, Lucas.

Take it slow and
easy and easy, Luke.

Thanks for the help!

Come on, walk him, Luke.

Some ride, wasn't it.

Sure was.

Mark, I swear you
could shave in not.

Like to ride into
town this evening,

Johnny, have a look around?

Saw all there was to
see passing through.

Do you ever get tired
of just passing through?

Sometimes don't you feel
like stopping somewhere and...

Settling down?

Not for me, Lucas.

I'm putting a Wild West show
together over in Wichita.

Mhm. Got me a pretty good offer.

There's just one little hitch.

Hitch?

Yeah, gotta put my
hands on some ready cash,

say about $200, $300.

You're looking at
the wrong man, Johnny.

Cash is the most we've
got least of around here.

Just a loan, Lucas.

I need it bad.

How come?

Ah.

You know me and money I just
never learned to count it,

reckon.

You people in Wichita,

I rode with them before.

You barred into them
pretty deep, I reckon.

I can use help on
the ranch, Johnny.

$30 a month is all I can pay,
but it'll be free and clear.

It will give you a chance
to catch up with yourself.

What do you say, Uncle Johnny?

Might like it good
enough to stay.

You can't tell.

Look, fellas, this
is a family visit.

Now, let's not
make me a problem.

What are you gonna do, Johnny?

I'll make out.

Howdy, Mark.

Mr. Kemper.

Howdy, Lucas.

Hello, Alvah.

I heard about
that brother-in-law

of yours from Sherham.

Started me thinking.

Oh, I know what
that usually means.

What kind of a jamboree you
planning this time, Alvah?

I think I know how I can teach
Jeff Stacey a little humility,

might even make a
human being out of him.

That'll take some doing.

'Course it's gonna require a
little help from the boy there.

Johnny, this is Alvah
Kemper, one of the best

ranchers around here.

How are you, Mr. Kemper?

Hope everything I
heard about you is true.

Well, that depends
on what you heard.

Well, I'll get right to the nub.

There's a high-handed rancher
named Stacey in these parts

who insists on confusing
himself with the Almighty.

Oh?

Doesn't know the taste of
being beaten at anything.

Set on being the biggest
cattleman in the state

'fore he dies.

Just where do I
fit in, Mr. Kemper?

Well, it just so happens
he has an outlaw colt

name Lucifer, has
thrown every able-bodied

man in this section.

No one's been able
to stay on that colt

for more than three jumps.

And you think I can?

Well, I'm gonna tell
Stacy that you can.

I'm gonna tell him I
think a crackerjack

rodeo rider like you
can stay on Lucifer

for at least 30 seconds.

That'll get him.

Well, I...

I'm gonna bet a sizable
sum, boy, that you can do it.

If you do, I'll put
up the prize money.

$100.

You're crawling way
out on the limb, Alvah.

Want to make him
eat crow just once.

Make him come back to the
level of ordinary folks,

easier to live with.

Johnny?

Tell Mr. Stacey that Lucifer
and me have got a date.

Good boy.

I'll set it for Saturday
in your corral, Lucas.

All right, Alvah.

Mr. Kemper?

Yeah?

Don't you worry.

They'll be changing
Lucifer's name to Buttermilk

after Uncle Johnny's
through with him.

So long, boys.

Goodbye, Alvah.

Oh boy.

Why do you suppose Uncle
Johnny changed his mind

and went into town, Pa?

Restless, I imagine.

You think a lot of your
Uncle Johnny, don't you, son?

The way Ma talked,
I'd rather be like him

than anybody else in the world.

Maybe a little neater, I hope.

What is it, Pa?

Stop fusing with those
blankets, and get to bed.

Pa, I was thinking I
could stay up until...

You heard me, son. Get to bed.

And what made you think I'd
be interested in a proposition

like this, young man?

Look me in the eye
when I talked to you!

I've trailed with
the best in my day.

All those that turned out big...

Tom and Charlie Goodnight,

and all the rest of them...

I busted my legs when
a mare throwed me.

Don't you fool yourself
thinking I'm an invalid.

I'm getting there
just the same and big.

Oliver here is my legs and
my fists when I need him.

I understand, Mr. Stacey.

Now, I figure it would
be worth about $500

to make sure you'd win Saturday.

You do?

Don't you?

Oliver, can we trust this
sterling young character?

Knowing why he wants the
money, I'm pretty sure.

Shake on that, Mr. Stacey?

That's not part of the deal.

Evening.

Just a family visit, huh?

Let's not make you a problem.

So now you know.

Well, I... I was gonna tell you
as soon as I got my nerve up.

You want to hear my side of it?

Or you just gonna stand
there and judge me?

Go ahead.

Talk.

Show folded in Boston.

I was broke as usual.

What have you got against work?

I tried it all over.

Like a bull in a China shop, but
you get used to living one way,

and you can't settle for a

belly and beans money.

So you held up an
express office, huh?

I was drunk, bleary-eyed.

I didn't even know
what it was doing.

Proof of that, I backed right
out of the express office

into the sheriff's arms
and dropped the

on his toe.

In the confusion, I
managed to escape.

It was like a big joke.

I don't think
it's a joke, Johnny.

Luke, I'm a lot of
things I'm not proud of,

but I'm not a thief.

Please, Luke, don't
turn against me.

Well, what do you
expect me to do?

Let me ride a horse Saturday.

If I'm lucky enough to win,
I'll take Kemper's money

and cut down, head for Mexico.

I don't know.

I wish I didn't have to ask you.

He said he'd rather be like you

than anyone else in the world.

Huh?

Mark.

Oh, well, you know kids.

Now, Luke, you've
got a problem...

Yeah, I know kids.

You owe it to
Margaret to stick by me.

She would have.

You know she would, Luke.

I guess it does call for
an explanation, Mark.

See, a big ox of
a man was making

some mighty off-color remarks
to a little lady in front

of the hotel last night.

I had to go buttin' in.

Turned out she was his wife.

But she sure
had a wallop like a mule.

I'm going to town.

You clean up here, Mark.

Lucas.

I'll see you later.

Morning, Micah.

Well, Luke, good morning.

What brings you
into town so early?

Well...

Say, if you're
gonna joke about this

being the only way I can clean
up North Fork, don't bother.

I already heard it.

No, I want to talk to you
about my brother-in-law.

No, you don't.

Oh, no.

You ain't gonna hook me into
making a bet in that match.

I know the horse.

I know all about your
brother-in-law's reputation.

Too much of a standoff for
a man that likes the odds.

Let's go inside, Micah.

Besides, maybe
you're setting a bad

example with your bettin'.

I heard put up his week's

earnings with young Sanford.

I didn't know that.

Oh yeah.

He's been bragging so much
on your brother-in-law,

Sanford told him to
put up or shut up.

Oh, I... I know gambling's
bad for a youngster,

but, well, after all, he
was just sort of sticking up

for his own kinfolk.

Maybe you're right, Micah.

Anyway, I can talk to
you about Johnny later.

Jimmy
crack corn and I don't care.

Jimmy crack corn,
and I don't care.

Jimmy crack corn
and I don't care.

Master's gone away.

Whoa, son.

Oh boy.

Drunk.

Mr. Stacey doesn't like drunks.

Maybe I don't like Mr. Stacey.

Mr. Stacey doesn't like drunks
because they talk too much.

I think he understands now.

Sorry, Mr. Stacey.

I'll watch myself.

You'd better.

Now clear out.

Jimmy crack corn,

and I don't care.

Jimmy crack corn,
and I don't care.

Ohh!

Are you the master, doo doo
dah dah dah dah dah dee.

Your bed's over
here, Uncle Johnny.

Mark, my partner,
you are a good boy.

You know, I got championship
belts and a whole mess

of medals in the rodeo.

Would you like to
have them, kid?

Don't need no more to prove
anything to me, Uncle Johnny.

You're all right
just the way you are.

Couldn't give 'em to you anyway.

They're in pawn
shops all over creation.

You know...

Oh, thank you, Mark.

Ah.

But you know, I almost
always got top prize money...

Ah, thank you... at the rodeo.

Did you know that, Mark?

Oh, Jimmy crack corn...

Better get some
sleep, Uncle Johnny.

Don't you see I'm
leading up to something?

I... I am a no good nothing,
just a cold-footed blowhard.

No!

And I don't want
you to go fooling

yourself I'm 10 foot tall!

Now, you stop that, see?

Don't leave me, Mark.

Don't go away.

I got a lot to say.

Do me more good than sleeping.

Don't go away, Mark.

I won't, Uncle Johnny.

Lucas.

I've got something
to say to you.

Well, say it, boy.

I made a deal with Jeff Stacey.

It means $500 to me to make
sure he wins this afternoon.

You did what?

Hold it, Lucas.

Now, I want you to believe this.

I changed my mind.

I won't give you any
reason to be ashamed of me

this afternoon.

I'll ride that bronc into the
ground, even if it kills me.

After that, I'll be
ready for the marshal.

How come?

Ohh, I got a clear picture
of myself all of a sudden.

But, like always,
there's one little hitch.

Oh?

I was lying to you about
the show folding in Boston.

I busted my hip a
year ago in Cheyenne.

As a rodeo cowboy,
I'm through for good.

That's why I started drinking.

That's why...

I know, Johnny.

Things happen.

Well, anyway,
whether I stay on him

for 10 seconds or 30 seconds,
I'll be trying my level best.

It may not be good enough.

And Stacey?

Every man to his own snakes.

Attention, everybody, attention!

All right, everybody.

Quiet and listen.

We all know that
nobody has ever been

able to stay on Jeff
Stacey's colt Lucifer

for more than 15 seconds.

We know he's pretty
ornery proud of the fact

that his colt's the meanest
animal in these parts.

Now, the bet is
that Johnny Gibbs,

distant kid of Lucas McCain,
will stay on the colt

not 15 seconds but 30.

So step up and bet, gentlemen.

The contest is about to start.

Well, Lucas.

I better be getting down
to Sloan's Crossing,

if that's the way you want it.

That's the way Johnny wants it.

I'll be waiting.

The bets are made, and
the rider is mounted.

Remember, 30 seconds.

Say when, Johnny.

Now!

5 seconds, 10 seconds.

Stick with him, Uncle Johnny!

Hold on!

Nice going, Johnny!

15 seconds!

20 seconds.

I don't get it, Mr. Stacey.

Come on, Uncle Johnny!

25 seconds!

30 seconds!

He did it!

He did it, Pa!

Yes, he did, son.

Mr. Stacey wants to talk to you.

Send him my forwarding address.

Get moving, Oliver,
right on out of North Fork.

Come on, get moving.

All right, McCain.

McCain, what gives
you the call to be

bossing around one of my men?

Since one of them
started interfering with

my personal family, Mr. Stacey.

Maybe you'd prefer to have
the marshal do the interfering.

I've already talked to Micah.

And now I'm gonna talk to you
about yourself and these people

you never learned to live with.

You know, the way you think,
the way you do things,

it hasn't won you the respect
you've been fighting for.

That's enough, McCain!

If folks knew the kind of
hand you were playing today,

they'd start looking
down at you even more.

Or worse, they might even
take to laughing at you,

turning away when
you talk to them.

So if I was sitting where
you are, Jeff, I'd...

I'd try and look at
things differently.

It's not too late.

You might even learn to like it.

Giddy-up.

So long, Luke.

So long, Johnny.

Mark, you take good
care of your dad.

Johnny.

If Johnny sends you all the
championship belts he promised,

you're gonna have quite
a collection, Mark.

Where's he gonna
send them from, jail?

You knew all along?

He told me.

Oh.

It wasn't because he
was drinking either.

Deep down inside, he
wanted to tell me.

And you stuck by him anyhow.

Didn't you?

Seems I've been
siding you short, son.

I thought I had to keep
my boy from getting hurt.

All that time, he was a man.

I'll try not to forget that.