Original subtitles

I know how long he's been here

and what he's got to say,

but I got more important things to do

than listen to another bellyachin' sodbuster.

Yes, sir.

Arnie?

Yes, sir?

Tell him we're doing what we can.

Yes, sir.

- The major can't possibly... - Yes, he can!

- Listen. - You been brushin' us off

for three days like a piece of lint.

Us?

Yuma, you singed on here as a scout.

You're no homesteader.

You haven't been hurt.

I soldiered with Les Akins

from Vicksburg to Antietam.

He kept me alive once

when dyin' was inches away.

Well, we're doin' what we can.

Well, it ain't enough!

While you sit here polishing your metals,

a piece of land I near busted my hump

to cultivate's bein' pulled out from under me.

Yeah, and there are lots more just like you.

Right now, all I can do is say I'm sorry.

Now get outta here and let me get back to work.

Sorry don't take the creases

out of my kids' bellies.

It don't put not food on my table!

The Army is doing something about you people,

but I'm not about to confide in you

and I ain't gonna listen to anymore

of garbage or bellyachin'.

Now get outta here!

You're gonna listen.

One way or another, you're gonna listen!

Les.

Mister, you holster that iron

or I'll take it away and feed it to ya.

Better let me have it, sir.

Don't get yourself shot, sonny boy.

- Not this way, Les. - What other way is there?

Whether you know it or not,

you just did him a big favor.

Well, I didn't do it for you.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪

Major, you know the big ranchers

engineered the failure of the bank.

Sure I do, and I know why

they figured to panic nesters like him

right outta the territory.

Well then, why haven't you moved to prosecute?

Without the bank president,

we got no case that would hold up in court.

Find Houghton, bring him back.

We can't.

He's found asylum across the border in San Rafael.

Extradite him then.

Mr. Yuma, Texans remember the Alamo,

Mexico remembers Zach Taylor.

So the Army just sits back and does nothin'?

I lose my money and my land, right?

Any attempt by the United States

to bring Houghton back would set off fireworks.

Come on, Johnny.

Let's get outta here.

But if a few civilians are to invade San Rafael

and drag Mr. Houghton back,

well, you could hardly hold our government accountable.

You're recruitin' volunteers, major?

I've managed to recruit two so far.

I'd like to add a third.

- You got him. - And you got a wife,

four kids, and a hothead.

These three civilians, Major,

what happens if they're caught?

It's my guess they'll get the same treatment as a spy.

If they're lucky, it'll be a quick and merciful death.

Where's Crowe, Wilkerson?

Drawing supplies for the trip.

Why aren't you lending a hand?

Just what Crowe needs, a hand, only don't tell him that.

Old blister's so stubborn,

he wouldn't move camp for a prairie fire.

Who's the cotton picker?

Name's Yuma.

Jess Wilkerson.

You must've heard of my brother, Stacy.

Never did.

Now there's a rooster with gravel in his gizzard,

ain't that a fact, Major?

Stacy Wilkerson's a paperback coward.

He'd rattle his hocks if a man so much

as belched in his direction.

Guess the truth about Stacy's somewhere in between.

Is he in at its daughter?

He wants to look over who he'd have to partner with.

Calls for a strong reason.

I got a reason.

What's yours?

Brother Stacy.

Seems the little fella

hasn't exactly been keeping his twine on a tree.

Cattle rustling?

So the Army claimed as they penciled him in for a hangin'.

Jess and I struck a deal.

He helps retrieve Houghton,

his brother's sentence gets reduced to life imprisonment.

Ain't ideal terms, Reb,

but at least it keeps brother Stacy from being hung.

Our other volunteer.

Crowe, meet Johnny Yuma.

You got yourself three men.

Don't you mean two-and-a-half?

He coulda chose any horse in the post.

Look what he picks.

Need any help, Crowe?

Havin' one arm don't make a man helpless, sonny.

I didn't mean anything.

Don't matter what was meant.

You just haul your own weight.

You ain't gonna reach him

through kind deeds, Reb.

Talkin' to him's like talkin' Chinese to a pack mule.

Wilkerson, ride up ahead and find us a place to camp.

It'll be gettin' dark soon.

Someone sew sergeant stripes on your sleeve?

I must've missed the ceremony!

Now look Lucas...

We're supposed to bring back Houghton.

Skirmishin' among ourselves don't make sense,

at least till then.

Just what makes Houghton so important to you, Crowe?

We know why I'm here and Johnny Reb,

- but what's your ax? - This flappin' sleeve.

Ain't no tonic in this world

can grow a man another arm.

Wilkerson, Mexican police!

We better get Crowe out of sight

before they spot him.

Put that away!

Hey, but two of them.

We can knock 'em off like jaybirds.

There's probably 50 more jaybirds just like 'em

on the other side of that hill.

No gunfire.

Mexican police!

Get in there.

- Come on, horse! - Get him.

Come on!

Get over there!

Don't shoot unless ya have to.

Get a rope, Crowe.

We'll tie 'em up.

What's next?

Can't be more than five miles to San Rafael.

We'll wait here till nightfall.

Mister, it seems like you're a rooster

with brains as well as gravel in your gizzard.

That's the difference between me and my brother, Stacy.

Give me that!

Man, am I hungry.

My belly's so shrunk, it would hold a mesquite bean.

What're we gonna do with them when we pull out?

It'll take 'em a long while to get free of those ropes.

That oughta give us enough time.

To get ourselves killed, hm?

I lay on my belly like this

nine hours at Shiloh

with my arm shattered.

And every side of me, the men all shot to doll rags.

I lay there all night with only the dead for company.

It's a miracle you didn't bleed to death.

So the Rebs said when they come

to collect me in the morning,

so the doctor said when he hacked off

what was left of my arm.

Three years in a Confederate stockade.

The rats outnumbered the men.

The lice outnumber the rats.

And one day,

they said there was going to be prisoner exchange,

and we stood out in the rain like cattle

a Union Army captain gonna look over us,

and when he came to me,

he stopped and he said,

"Why trade a perfectly good Reb"

"for a lopsided Yank?"

What kept ya goin'?

When a man has got no reason to live,

no reason at all,

he finds one.

Were you at Shiloh, Yuma?

Yeah, yeah, I was there.

Just think, it coulda been Yuma here

that whittled off your arm.

Was you a good soldier, Reb?

I did my share of soldiering.

Maybe a little more than your share?

Whiskey.

What's wrong with you two?

You're lookin' for easier ways to get us killed?

You shoulda killed me when ya had the chance, Reb.

Leaving me that one arm was the sorriest mistake

of your life.

I'll show ya the,

I don't know it wasn't you.

There's more to a man than the sum total

- of his parts. - It wasn't me, Crowe!

I didn't take your arm.

I didn't take your arm!

It wasn't me, Crowe!

I always knew who took my arm!

He was some little coward a thousand miles

from Shiloh with $300!

Yuma?

Hm?

That $300 that Crowe mentioned,

didn't it tease your curiosity none?

Huh?

Crowe was a proxy.

A what?

For 300 bucks, he served another fella's hedge,

someone without guts enough to do his own fighting,

stayed at home with the women while Crowe

marched off to war.

You might say that the bullet that took his arm

went to the wrong address.

So by your standards,

Crowe was a sucker's label.

He priced himself too cheap.

I learned a lesson at my mother's knee.

It's one thing to haul another's garbage,

but it's somethin' else to do his dyin' for him.

Crowe's a long way from dead.

Just 'cause he's breathing

doesn't mean he's still alive.

A corpse is a man that has no place to go.

You think Crowe is any better off?

Are you?

There ain't no holes in me.

Heard enough about the best anecdote

ever invented for overdosin' alcohol.

Do we make tracks, Reb?

What're you doing?

Get outta here.

You too.

Is somebody there?

Who is it?

I said who is it?

What do ya want?

Morales, Escoban!

He's no good to us dead, Wilkerson.

Check 'em.

Let's go, Houghton!

- Texas? - Texas.

There's no need for that.

I've got money!

Morales and Escoban were pulling in $25 a month

just to guard me.

I can see you're worth more than that,

so whatever they're paying you to bring me in,

I'll double it!

Do you think money can you out of anything, don't you?

Just like a poor child of the Army.

You've got a price, everybody's got a price.

Just name it!

Look at me!

I'm Crowe, Ben Crowe.

Crowe?

I ain't changed that much, nor you.

Five years, that's all.

Five years, I can't think of anything else,

that face of yours burned clear through my brain.

Look at me, at what's left of me.

I don't know you.

You don't know me?

And all this time, you ain't givin' a passin' thought

to what happened to me,

like I was no more part of your life

than some errand boy you sent out for a newspaper?

You didn't send me out for a newspaper, Houghton.

You sent me to Shiloh for $300.

Remember me now?

You won't be so forgetful

when I take back that arm ya stole from me.

Go easy, Crowe.

Five yeas I scrimped and saved,

and it's all here, $300!

I'm givin' it back.

- Crowe. - And all I want

is what's mine, a piece of him, that's all I want,

and what's left over, you're welcome to.

We better get outta here

before the militia shows up.

You're insane, the three.

That so?

I've got protection, friends.

They won't let you get away with this.

You'll never get me back.

Well, we got ya this far.

- Pardon? - You're right

about one thing, you ain't goin' back

in the shape you left, will he, Crowe?

Wilkerson, why don't you shut up?

An arm for an arm,

and I mean to make a settlement now!

That's right, Yuma.

- Fair is fair. - What're you tryin'

to do, Wilkerson?

The settle this, your brother, we gotta bring him back!

I don't care about that.

I came here for one thing and I intend to get it!

You use that, and he'll bleed to death.

- Maybe not. - I didn't.

At Shiloh, only part of me died.

No, no, no, no, please!

Don't let him do it!

I'll do anything.

I'll go back.

I'll pay you as much as you want.

Don't let him do it.

Crowe, you're right about one thing.

Part of you did die at Shiloh,

between right here and now,

five years later, you gotta decide which part is dead,

how much you lost.

- No! - Look at him, Crowe.

Look at the trade you wanna make.

Oh!

Oh!

No, please!

Oh, no, no, please!

Please, Mr. Crowe, don't.

Mr. Crowe, you called me Mr. Crowe.

Crowe, Crowe, think a minute.

You're givin' yourself the worst part of the bargain

'cause if you go ahead,

it won't be an arm for an arm,

now it's his arm for your life.

Is his arm worth the risk to your life, Crowe?

You gotta decide how much you lost at Shiloh

and how much you value what you got left.

Ya still got more left than he has.

You're still a man.

Crowe, he took your arm!

That's all he's gonna take!

You preach a pretty good sermon, Reb,

but it won't help Houghton.

What?

Crowe had his reasons and I've got mine.

What're you talkin' about, Wilkerson?

- What reasons? - A thousand reasons,

$1,000 paid by his friends,

the ranchers, to make sure he don't testify.

You kill him, ya kill your own brother.

Folks always said little Stacy was born to be hanged.

I wouldn't testify.

I swear it, I wouldn't say a word.

You mean you'll go to prison all your lonesome

and never tell anyone who put you up to it?

Ain't likely.

You stopped me once back at the hacienda, but not now.

What did I tell ya, Reb?

Dyin's a snap.

So they send him to kill me.

I guess the courts will be interested

in what I have to say.

Shut up!

- Keepin' the money? - It's mine, ain't it?

I earned it.

$300 will be a down payment on a new life.

I reckon it's about time I broke in a new one.

I'll give you a hand.

What for?

I only need one hand.

♪ Johnny Yuma was a rebel ♪

♪ He roamed through the West ♪

♪ Did Johnny Yuma, the Rebel ♪

♪ He wandered alone ♪

♪ He got fightin' mad, this rebel lad ♪

♪ He packed no star as he wandered far ♪

♪ When the only law was a hook and a draw ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪ ♪ Away ♪

♪ Johnny Yuma ♪ ♪ Away rode the Rebel ♪

♪ He searched the land, this restless lad ♪

♪ He was panther quick and leather tough ♪

♪ And he figured that he had been pushed enough ♪

♪ The Rebel ♪

♪Johnny Yuma ♪

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