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What's the matter, mister?

Water.

Water.

Hold on, I'll get you some.

Come on.

You're all right.

Never trust a stranger, Rebel.

Write that down.

Let me go, kid, please.

It's a posse, they're after me.

I'm being framed.

Shoulda knocked your teeth down your throat

while I had a chance.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He rode through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

Ya bunch of jackals!

Jailbreak hasn't helped your cause any, Will.

Just so I know where to find you when I get out.

Get him behind bars, Claude.

Let's go, blue belly.

Much obliged to you for catchin' this traitor.

Don't thank me, I don't care how many jails

he breaks outta, just so's he don't borrow my horse.

Hold it, Claude.

You say this man tried to steal your horse, son?

That's what I said.

Ah, leave him alone, son.

Don't sink to his level.

Let's go, blue belly.

You itchin' for a fight, I'll give you one.

No rough stuff!

He's handcuffed.

Be fair.

Desperate man, son.

No one invited you to turn my other cheek.

You ready, Judge?

You go ahead, Claude, I'll ride in with this young fella.

- Ha! - Say,

what's your name, son?

Yuma, Johnny Yuma.

Johnny Yuma.

Come on in, Johnny.

Second best room in the house.

Of course I've got the best.

I been usin' my saddle for a pillow so long

I don't know if I can take all this.

Well, easiest thing in the world to adjust to

is comfort, I always say.

Huh, a writer, eh?

You know I wanted to be one once

but that was a long time ago.

Yeah, I guess the woods are full of them.

You stayin' in town long, Johnny?

So far I've never stayed anyplace long.

Yeah, I guess the war left

a lot of restlessness in its wake.

Young fellas like you just rushin' from nowhere to no place.

Strange times.

But I'm glad you're stayin' long enough

to give testimony against our number one bad boy.

You mean that horse thief?

It'll be a pleasure.

A man is innocent until he's proven guilty, son.

I can sure tell it wasn't your jaw.

Well now, you're the guest of the town, Johnny.

Make the most of it.

Cafe downstairs, everything on the house.

Oh, and say, stick around a couple of days

after the trial, get to know us.

How soon do you figure the trial will be?

Oh, in about an hour.

An hour?

How's he gonna be ready for that?

I mean, doesn't he need time to get a lawyer

or prepare a defense or anything?

This town is just a dot on the map, Johnny,

and we're lucky we got a judge in the courthouse.

But you've got a sense of fair play and I like that.

See, this man is gonna have a jury trial,

and in spite of the town's feelin' towards him,

I'll be there to see they do right by him.

Say, I'd better save my speeches for the courtroom.

You know I'm gettin' to be a regular old windbag.

Come on in.

Are you Johnny Yuma?

The judge thinks of everything, doesn't he?

I'm Elaine Randall.

Well come on in, Elaine Randall.

Is there somethin' one of us can do for the other?

Yes, there is.

Well come on in, tell me about it.

Well, I'm not part of all this southern hospitality

if that's what you're thinking.

You're not a part of the South either

from the sound of you.

What are you a part of?

I have a proposition to make to you.

Oh?

My father is Will Randall.

Before you turn a man over to a mob,

the least you could do would be find out what his name is.

I'm sorry, would you sit down?

Spare me the gentleman performance, please.

I really couldn't stand it.

$200, it's all I have in the world.

I want you to help my father.

Oh please, don't be coy, Mr. Yuma.

You sold yourself to a lynch mob for mere room and board.

Surely you could switch loyalties for $200.

Boy, you've picked up all your father's charm haven't you.

You better walk away.

Oh.

I'm terribly sorry.

I thought you were like all the others.

Mr. Yuma, my father's being framed.

They hate him because he fought with the North

and because he despises this town

and everything that it stands for.

They've stolen his land and now they wanna kill him.

You've got to help him, Mr. Yuma, please.

He's innocent.

Look, last time I tried to help him

I got kicked in the teeth and nearly lost my horse.

So save your breath.

I'm not gonna walk into that courtroom

to please anyone but me.

It's gonna give me real pleasure.

I'm sorry but that's the way it is.

You're bribin' me again.

No sale.

You're a liar and a thief!

Sit down!

Be quiet.

Folks, folks.

This is a court of law.

Silence in the courtroom.

Now, Will Randall is entitled to a fair trial here.

A fair trial.

You mealy mouthed hypocrites!

Blue bellied Yankee!

Silence!

But we know how you feel about us, Will.

Lord knows you told us often enough.

And you gotta tongue on ya, I'll give ya that.

He's not exactly our favorite son.

But unless the folks here wanna try me

for bein' a hypocrite, I reckon we better get on

tryin' you for trespass, assault,

jailbreak, and horse theft.

All right, Jeff Conners, you have anything

you'd care to add to your testimony?

And try not to color it.

I ain't doin' no colorin', Judge.

He painted hisself a blue belly.

Order.

Stand up, Jeff.

Well, I ain't got nothin' to add

except that this man trespassed on that land

and he hit, he assaulted me.

Thank you, Jeff.

The court will now listen to the testimony

of one of our own Confederate boys.

Name's Johnny Yuma, folks.

He has honesty and courage, his traditions are ours,

his beliefs are the same.

Matter of fact, he might have been one of our own sons.

Johnny, tell the court what you saw this morning.

Let 'em have it, kid.

I shoulda killed you when I had the chance,

you spineless rebel scum!

Will, let the man speak.

He tried to steal my horse.

Thank you, Johnny.

Well, folks, that completes the testimony.

The court will now address the jury.

Tell the jury how you robbed me of my land,

how you forged my dead wife's name

while I was helpless

in a Northern hospital.

And when I nailed you on it, how you destroyed the evidence!

Order.

Get him out, get him outta here.

He stole my land.

He's railroadin' me to shut me up.

He gives speeches about your glorious traditions

and you form a mob for his greed!

I swear to you on my mother's grave

that my father's telling the truth.

Why, it had to be forgery.

My mother could neither read nor write.

There are no papers, there's no evidence

because Judge Russell has destroyed that evidence.

He's exploiting your hatred for my father to...

Order, order in court.

It's irrelevant to the issue at hand, folks,

but as long as it's come up,

Will Randall's wife, as you all know,

died of a heart attack.

But perhaps what you didn't know,

because she was a woman who kept to herself,

is that she didn't wanna be here

when her husband returned from figthin' his Yankee war.

I'm sorry, Elaine.

I tried to protect you from knowin' that.

She was ashamed.

She wanted to leave.

That's not true.

She asked me to buy her land

so she'd have enough money to start over some place else

and my heart bled for the poor soul, so I bought it.

You're lying!

Would any one of you in this courtroom

have put up $10 for that worthless two acres of land

on the outskirts of town?

Not unless there's gold or somethin' on it, Judge.

You find any gold on that land, Matt,

and I'll make you a present of the whole parcel

plus the land I got next to it.

Well, you have all you need, folks.

Let your decision be fair and just.

Although Will Randall is a man whose own wife

turned from him in shame and disgrace,

and although he made a mockery of his heritage

and our struggles for life and dignity,

we have given him his day in court.

Now let the decent, law-abiding citizens

of this town give me their answer.

What is the jury decision?

The jury finds Will Randall guilty as charged, Judge.

Bring the prisoner in for sentencing.

Will Randall, this court sentences you to death by hangin'.

And may the Lord have mercy on your soul.

Execution to be carried out 10 o'clock tomorrow morning.

Court dismissed.

It's all right, honey.

It's all right.

Don't cry, don't cry.

It's all right.

Now you got something else for your book,

a story about justice.

An eye for an eye and a man for a horse.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

I never imagined it would go this far.

They reached a verdict before the trial ever started.

What do you think they been doin' out there?

I'd like to see Randall.

All right.

What do you want?

I wanna help you.

You've helped me enough already.

Why would the judge want your land?

To make mud pies maybe.

I saw your land.

Looks worthless.

There must be a reason.

People don't murder for no reason.

They do if they hate enough,

and it's easy to find others to hate with 'em.

And then they form a mob.

But you know all about that, Yuma.

If you hadn't added that horse stealin' charge,

they mighta settled for somethin' less than a hangin'.

I'm tryin' to help.

I don't know where to start.

You really got troubles, don't ya?

Told you you're wastin' your time on him.

We may be hurryin' things some,

but we're doin' what we have to do.

I wanna check on some land transfers.

See Jeff Conners.

I wanna see the records on the Randall property.

Not tryin' to stir up trouble are you, sonny?

Look, I want the legal description of that land.

You'll have to ride to Ridgeville for that.

You might not make it back in time for the hangin'.

Yep, here's the records with the latest map.

I know that land, son, it can't be for sale.

I'd like to see it anyhow.

Thanks.

Get up.

Over there!

Don't shoot or I'll let go of the trapdoor and hang him!

Yeah, what happened?

What happened anyway?

He don't mean it.

You wanna risk it?

Before I count to nine, tell 'em about the land.

Otherwise you're dead.

You'll be killed one second later.

One!

Two!

He don't mean it.

Three!

I ain't so sure.

Four!

Five!

Six!

He's bluffin'!

Seven!

There's gold on the land.

Eight!

Hold it, hold it.

You better hurry, Judge, my nerves are jumpin'.

I stole the land.

Don't be shy, everybody wants to hear your speech.

You make real good ones.

Tell 'em!

You're bluffin'.

Try me.

I stole the land.

I forged Mrs. Randall's signature.

Jeff Conners was in it with me!

Tell 'em why you wanted the land.

The government wanted to buy it

to build a military post.

Can you imagine the return...

That enough for you, Sheriff?

That's enough.

You pulled a good bluff.

Johnny, Randall'd like to see ya.

It ain't easy for me to say it, Red, but thanks.

Well I was wrong, too, and when you've been wrong

it's not enough just to be sorry.

You gotta do somethin' about it.

You gonna stay here or move on?

I think maybe we found us a place.

We're gonna stay.

Maybe I'll find a place myself one day.

Why'd ya do it, Johnny?

Why'd you stick your neck out?

A man for a horse, it just doesn't figure.

Maybe I'll see ya around, huh?

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He rode through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, The Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He got fightin' mad, this rebel lad ♪

♪ He packed no star ♪

♪ He wandered far where the only law ♪

♪ Was a hook and a draw ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪

♪ Away ♪ ♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ Away goes the rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ He rode through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, The Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He searched the land, this restless lad ♪

♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪

♪ 'Cause he'd figured that he'd been pushed enough ♪

♪ The rebel ♪ ♪ Away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪ ♪ Away rode The Rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ John Yuma ♪

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