All language subtitles for The Rebel S02E27 Shriek of Silence

You've had your meal, reb.

Now get out of here.

If you're gonna eat in here,

you're gonna take off that traitor uniform.

You're drunk, mister, don't push your luck.

Hmm, don't you push your luck.

I got four more, reb.

Don't make me fight you, mister.

Reb's always got a fight with Jake Fellow.

Now you draw or I'll shoot you down like I did rebs

from Gettysburg to Marysville.

The war's buried, Jake, leave the reb alone.

Shut up.

It won't be the first time

I've shot a grayback running away.

Draw!

He's been scratching for a fight

ever since he got back to town.

No cause for worry, son.

The sheriff will hear how it happened.

Jake Fellow's boy.

I, uh,

I had no choice, son.

Won't do no good to explain, mister.

That boy don't hear nor talk.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He rolled through the West ♪

♪ And Johnny Yuma, the rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

We come into the world with nothing.

We take nothing from it.

The Lord giveth

and the Lord taketh away.

Blessed be the name of the Lord.

Amen.

I know the feeling, boy.

I buried my father.

You got more charity than most in town.

I was the one who shot him.

Men like him just gotta get themselves killed.

You kin of the boy, ma'am?

No.

No, I knew Jake.

There were some good things about him

when he wasn't drinking.

I told him I'd try to help him.

I wish I could talk to him.

Jake used to leave the kid with me a lot.

I got a sign language book

and the boy and me used to practice.

Was he born like this?

No.

Jake was drinking.

He hit the boy's Ma.

She fell and broke her neck.

The boy saw it all.

He ain't spoke or heard a word from that day.

How long has he been quiet?

Seven years.

Seven years Jake had to look into them eyes

and try to explain something

to someone that couldn't hear him.

Does he have any other kin?

None that I know of.

I'd take him myself.

Well, I guess it wouldn't be a proper life for him.

Well, isn't there anybody in town who would care for him?

Jake Fellow's kid?

I'll talk to Pete.

Maybe he could clean up in the saloon and sleep in the back.

I know of a place down at Travis, cares for orphans.

Orphans' home?

I spent the worst part of my life in one of them places.

Beats the smell of a saloon.

Travis is a long, hard ride from here.

Ask him if he'll go with me.

He wants to go with me.

He says he'll go with you.

What are you doing here?

Just freezing, ma'am.

Who are you?

Dick Sturgis.

My partner, Billy Wilson.

Say hello, Billy.

Yeah, yeah, you're them two Jake left town with.

Well, what do you want?

Money.

My money is in the saloon safe.

10 days living in a cave waiting and hiding

don't mode a man much for fancy talk, ma'am.

I'm talking about the money Jake had.

He had $6 in his pocket.

We used it to pay his bar bill.

It's not much, but we got a little way to go yet.

From here on in, you're eating with your fingers.

Eat.

Food, come on.

Eat it.

Eat.

Well, now that was a fool thing to do.

Boy, you sure do make it tough.

Just like Indian signs, huh?

Now we're gonna have ourselves a little talk.

We withdrew $7,000 from the Redfield Bank

before we got split up.

He didn't tell me anything about any bank money.

We aim to get what's ours, ma'am.

I told you, I don't know anything about it.

Where's Jake Fellow's kid?

I don't know.

I haven't seen him.

Either you or that kid knows where that money's hid.

It's gonna be a long night for you, ma'am.

Well, here goes.

I

Want

to be

your

friend.

I

Want

to be

your

friend.

Yeah.

That's right.

I killed your father.

Fred.

Fred!

Boy's got eyes 30 years older than his face.

You and the boy have kin in Travis?

No, I'm taking him to the orphans' home there.

He lost his father at Pickinsville.

He's been hard dealt with.

That's a good two-day ride and boy don't look up to it.

Why don't you stay on here for a few days,

at least 'til I can get some food into him?

I'm clearing an extra five acres this year.

My muscles ain't young no more.

Happy to work out our keep.

We got a spare bedroom

and that boy's ready to fall off that chair.

Come on, boy.

I'll put this by his bed.

He might change his mind when he's alone.

Hard seeing a little one afflicted like that.

I'm hoping the people over at Travis can help.

How did he lose his Pa?

Gunfight.

You see it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I was there.

Sure smells good, Mrs. Warren.

Seems quite a while since I cooked a berry pie.

I tracked it in from the south pasture.

We'll sit down to eat soon as Fred comes in.

Boy's taking on well.

He likes working the ranch.

He can coax more milk out of Belle in one sitting

than Fred can in three.

I think he trusts animals more than he does people.

He'll come 'round.

Takes time.

Takes more than time, ma'am.

But being here's been good for him.

Been good for Fred and me, too.

Our own boy didn't live to be his age.

I'm sorry.

We talked it out last night.

If the boy's agreeable, we'd like him to stay,

like our own.

Why, I think he'd be real lucky.

Now that's no way to handle the Good Book.

Sorry, Parson.

Seems to me like we're taking the long way around.

Well, now I thought it was quite seemly

for the Reverend Richard Aloysius Sturgis

to make inquiries about the boy.

Yeah, wasting all this time,

you getting dressed up like that.

It takes time for the Fellow family

to send for a traveling preacher

and bring the boy back home.

Still seems to me we could just ride in and take the kid

now that you've found out where he's staying.

Oh.

We'll take the kid, don't worry about that.

I just don't want no shootin' and troublin' about the boy.

We'll get that kid, and the money, too.

And we'll have all the time we need

for him to show us where it is.

Like the Good Book says, "a child shall show them the way."

Now if that don't beat all.

Show him the game one day and he beats you the next.

I didn't see that triple jump myself, Fred.

Boy's got eyes like a hawk.

Johnny, you think you oughta try to talk to him now?

I'll try.

Son.

This calls for celebration.

Let's get the rig, Johnny.

Good morning, brothers.

May peace be with you.

Welcome, Reverend.

Reverend Aloysius Richard Sturgis, brother,

and filled to the eyes

with the joy of this most beautiful Sabbath day.

And here my good friend and assistant, Bill Wilson.

Comin' up close to midday, Reverend.

You and Mr. Wilson are welcome to share our table.

Friendly of you, brother, mighty friendly,

but we got lots of riding to do.

I came here only to give you the joyous thanks

of the Fellow family

and to tell you that you've done your Christian duty.

How's that?

I'm talking about that poor, afflicted boy of Jake Fellow.

He was gunned down in Pickinsville.

Pa?

The same, the very same.

That child whose family grieves for him.

You're the boy's kin?

No, I'm not, young fella, but I've been sent by them.

I've been charged with the task

of returning a poor, lost lamb to the fold.

You have the boy, brother?

But I was told the boy had no kin.

You must be the one

who helped the boy back in Pickinsville.

Johnny Yuma.

Yuma.

Yuma, that's it, that's the name, the very same.

We were hoping that we could provide a home for the boy.

That's a mighty charitable thing you intend to do,

brother, a rare deed in a most sinful world.

You said you were from the boy's kin.

Can you prove that?

I'm doing an errand of mercy, Mr. Yuma,

and you askin' for proof?

I'll get the boy.

Reverend, couldn't you stay out the Sabbath

and take the boy tomorrow?

Ma'am, if this boy could speak,

he'd sing your praises to the sky itself.

I think we'd better go now.

Best get his things, ma'am.

You'll be all right, son.

So short a time, and already it's hard to give the boy up.

Mr. Warren, I think we oughta see some proof

before we let the boy go.

You settin' stones in the path of the Lord's will?

No, I just think we oughta go to town

and see about this thing legally.

Legally?

You speak of the law after smiting down this boy's Pa.

You cleanse the blood of your own hands

before you question others.

Thank you, ma'am.

Come on, boy.

Oh, it'll be all right.

Bye.

Come on now, please.

Hey now, cut it out.

Fred!

John!

Well, I guess whatever that boy had inside of him,

it just sorta busted loose

when he saw that fella go for you, Johnny.

Yeah, it's sure good to hear him chattering away.

Poor kid never did know anything about the money.

Sturgis was looking for.

Well, from now on out, we're gonna see to it

that he has a better time of it.

I want you to have it.

Thanks, Johnny.

So long, Paul.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ And Johnny Yuma, the rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He got fightin' mad, this rebel lad ♪

♪ He packed his star as he wandered far ♪

♪ Where the only law was a hook and a draw, the rebel ♪

♪ Away, away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

♪ Away rode the rebel ♪

♪ He searched the land ♪

♪ This restless lad ♪

♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪

♪ If it figured that he'd been pushed enough, the rebel ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

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