All language subtitles for The Rifleman - 3x02 - The Woman from Hog Ridge.EN

You know, you didn't have to
break up the checkers game,

Because of me, pa.

Micah didn't mind, in fact
I think he was glad we quit.

Hold it!

come on, johnny!

That's mr. Harris' buckskin
stallion!

Yeah, looks like a horse
thief, you better get micah.

hurry up, johnny,
town man comin'.

Seemed to be a case of him

Or me, micah. Not much time
to think about it.

Well you...Can't be blamed
for protectin' yourself, lucas.

There's another one,
he ran off in the dark.

Oh? I, er, think we are
in for some trouble.

What do you mean?

You ever hear of ma boyle?

The mountain woman?

Runs a whole clan up there.

They make their own laws,
do their own judgin'.

This is hoyt,
ma boyle's son.

Won't be long before things
will be stirrin' around here.

Martin, you reckon these folks

Got up early just to see us
mountain boys?

Mighty neighborly of 'em,
ain't it?

Real pretty, ain't she?

Like a wild flower,
sylvester.

After we hang this fellow,

Might be we get us acquainted
with some o' these town gals.

Yeah, martin.

This here's good.

Come to help you with the
hangin', marshal.

Mrs. Boyle, we're not having
a hangin'.

Marshal, a little while ago
we buried my son's body,

That you so kindly sent up.

Now all we wanna know is,
you got that

Town fellow what did the killin'
or ain't you got 'im?

I'm tryin' to explain here,
mrs. Boyle, it's not a question

Of hanging anybody.
No law has been broken.

You mean a mountain boy
gettin' himself killed,

Ain't no call for excitement
in these parts?

When a man gets caught in
the act of stealin' horses an'

Throwin' lead around, well,
there's certainly no blame,

If that man gets himself killed.

Marshal, you go back a-ways.

What's this about horse
stealin'?

Hoyt was shot down attemptin'

To steal a horse.
I thought you knew that.

Get johnny!

You heard ma, get over there.

Johnny, you tell the marshal
here, what you told me.

Well, hoyt saw this here

Buckskin horse, an' hankered
to sit on 'im.

Well, go on, boy, you ain't
gonna be scared of no marshal.

Well, somebody set up

A yell for hoyt to get off,
an' he did.

Hi, mark.

I couldn't see who shot 'im,
it was too dark.

Marshal, let's save us some
time. Now you just tell us who

It was shot hoyt down, an' we'll

See to it he gets a real fair
chance to tell his story.

Yeah, maybe we'll keep the

Rope slack enough, so, er,
we hear all that there story?

Mrs. Boyle, I consider this
matter closed, an' I'd advise

You to go back
where you came from.

Back where we come from?

You mean we ain't good enough
to walk around in your town?

Leave when you wanna leave,
quietly.

Well, now, that sure better
talkin', marshal. We thought

Maybe you'd been gettin'
mad at us.

Guess we'll stay a spell.

Stay long enough, maybe the
marshal here will change his

Mind. Give us a look
at hoyt's murderer.

Mrs. Boyle? I'm lucas mccain.

Don't you think it's possible

Your son johnny, might have been
mistaken about last night?

Mr. Mccain, you askin' me if
I don't think my one son's

A liar, and my other
dead son's a horse thief?

If you wanna put it that way.

I'll answer you this way. When
we bury one of our own we only

Got two things to say. There's
been no reason for him not

Talkin' straight, an' he never
took nothin' that don't belong

To him. I don't say men don't
get into mischief, like hoyt

Hankerin' to sit on a buckskin
horse, but I do say that the man

Who saw him saw a mountain boy
an' he figured it don't much

Matter whether he lived or died.

Mrs. Boyle, you don't make us
town folks sound very nice.

I was talkin' about one man,
mister. I reckon it wouldn't be

Too hard to figure no town folk
no different.

Fetch your ma a chair, boy.

Pa, I don't like the way those

Mountain people have been
talkin'.

Mark, here, go get yourself
some candy, huh?

Thanks.

Now, look, micah, I don't know
what you got in mind, but what

I did last night I'm not ashamed
of. Any man's got a right to

Defend himself, so I'm not
hidin' behind that badge

Anymore. I'm gonna tell that
woman the truth.

You go out there, an' a lot

Of innocent people
are gonna be hurt.

What do you mean?

Give me a chance to tell you
why I want you to wait.

Now you know before I came
to north fork,

I was sheriff
at willow springs.

One Saturday night, ma
boyle's husband an' two of the

Boys come ridin' into town. They
got themselves all liquored up.

The old man drew down on a

Cowhand in the saloon,
an' got himself killed.

There were plenty
of witnesses.

Over a dozen. The next day,
ma an' the rest of her brood

Come ridin' into town with blood
in their eyes, an' before I

Could count three, she an' the
boys had bullets flyin' all over

The place. Lucas, I don't want
that to happen again.

I can read too. I learnt myself.

I don't care for it to be known.

They don't like me none
as it is.

They don't like you
because you can read?

Oh, maybe ain't just that.

Guess it's 'cause I'm always
doin' things, I mean like

Studyin' things. Oh, I like to
learn things. You ever been

Anywhere? I mean away
from this here town?

Yeah, I've been lots
of places with my pa.

Oh, I ain't never been
nowhere. 'cept those hills an'

North fork. Ain't even seen a
picture o' anywhere 'til a few

Years ago. The others, they
don't care, but me an' hoyt,

We were-

Is that why you stole
those horses?

You scout around town, see
what you can stir up. You let

'em know we're in town,
an' that we mean business.

Right, ma.

Well, you heard her!

Come on, martin, let's you an'

Me go lookee over there
in that feed store.

Good day, gentlemen.

Anythin' I can do for you,
gentlemen?

Here, these is right nice rakes,
sylvester. Don't know how strong

Wearin' they'd be, though.

Yeah, maybe we oughta treat
ma. She ain't ever had no store-

Bought rakes before.

These just came in from
chicago.

Now, hold on, sylvester. You
know how it is with store-

Boughtin' things.
Mind if I test this?

Go ahead. The material in
these rakes is the best.

Just like I figured. They
sure ain't made to last.

Well, sure they are-

Or maybe you got a poorly
made one, martin.

Let's try another.

Oh, look, mister, now-

Now hold on, mister, you
wouldn't wan' us to be buyin'

Somethin' that wasn't no good.

Oh!

No, this 'un ain't no good
neither.

The material is sure mighty

Poor.

Town folks take you every
time, don't they?

Oh, ain't that a shame!

Run fetch the marshal, quick!

Now that wasn't very friendly,
was it, sylvester?

Sure weren't.

Way we see it, mister, you
was out to cheat us with store-

Boughtin' goods that was just no
good. An' callin' for the

Marshal there, kinda makes us
look like outlaws.

Maybe you and us, mister,

Ain't gonna be so friendly
come along tonight.

Gentlemen, I-I assure you, I had
no intention of cheatin' you.

You gotta bear in mind that

That merchandise over there
cost money, an' I-

Now he's askin' us for money

For somethin' we never bought.
I don't take kindly to that.

What's wrong, harry, you havin'
trouble with these men?

Don't mind, micah. I guess

You're more needed up
the street.

What happened, sweeney?

Micah, did you ever hear
of slippin' bottles?

What?!

Slippin' bottles! Those mountain
men. Seems as how these bottles

Just slip out of their hands an'
go flyin' all over the place.

They pay for the damage?

Said they'd send me down a
couple of bushels o' blue

Berries. They don't have
any cash money.

I see. I thought lettin' 'em

Blow off a little steam
would satisfy 'em.

Micah, I'm gonna talk to that

Woman. I can't see puttin' up
with this thing any longer.

Alright, lucas, I just hope
there's no bloodshed.

You know, I just bet the little
ol' girls around here are a lot

More friendlier than the
menfolk are.

Yeah, let's see if she's
wearin' perfume, hey, martin?

Oh, she's-

Stop!

She's wearing it alright.

Alright, that's enough!

This the way you treat
your mountain women?

Well, now, you, uh, aimin' to
learn us some etiquette, mister?

Thanks, mr. Mccain.

Well, I'm askin, are you aimin'
to learn us some etiquette?

Now look, boyle, you boys

Wanna know somethin', but you're
goin' about it the wrong way.

Hey!

Now what's all the ruckus
goin' on here?

Ah, just a little scufflin',
ma.

I'm talkin' about that town gal
goin' off upset a minute ago.

We was just sportin', ma.

Mrs. Boyle, in a sense the
marshal an' I owe you an

Apology. We've been tryin' to
avoid trouble, I think we've

Been goin' about it
the wrong way.

Just what do you mean?

I shot your son. Not because
he was stealin' horses,

Though a lot of people might
think that's good enough reason.

I had no choice, he was tryin'
to kill me.

Looks like we got us a
hangin', sylvester.

There'll be no hangin'! Man
ain't proved guilty, he sure

Don't hang. The marshal can
relieve himself of that worry.

I'm takin' it you still
say my johnny lied.

He seems to be afraid
of the truth, ma'am.

It seems like it comes down
to between your word

An' johnny's. Seems like this
whole thing comes down

To between you an' johnny.

A difference you gotta settle
sort of personal like.

No one else actually saw
the shooting,

If that's what you mean.

Marshal, I hear tell you town
folk got a way of settlin'

Differences.
You sorta separate

Out along a road, an' leave it
to who's best with a gun.

Oh, it's been known to
happen, but we certainly hold

The winner of any gun duel
responsible for a killin',

If he forces the gun play. I'm
sure you remember what happened

In willow springs
a few years back.

How could I forget it?

It's got nothing to do
with what's goin' on here.

Let's get on with it.

Mrs. Boyle, if you're
figurin' on a gun duel between

Your son johnny an' me to

Settle who's lyin',
you can forget it.

Johnny, you come over here!

Johnny got a gun when he was
10, mister, like most mountain

Boys, an' along with that gun
the lord seen fit to give him

An eye there ain't been no match
for.

So you ain't just facin'
a boy, mister.

Mrs. Boyle, you've lost one son,
let well enough alone.

I'm askin' you for the last
time, mister,

You callin' my boy out?

I guess he don't think you're no

Match for 'im. Now you see that
ornament, you shoot it off!

I don't like to show off, ma.

You go ahead an' do it!

How good a shot he is
cuts no

Ice with me, mrs. Boyle.
I'm not gonna duel 'im.

Then maybe he'll just have to
shoot you like a standin' duck!

Maybe if we take a nip outta one
foot, he'll know we mean

Business. I told you a man with
one foot don't walk too well.

Go ahead!

Johnny, don't pull that trigger.

Now I know you don't wanna shoot
me anymore than I wanna

Shoot you. But I can't gamble
on your bein' able to stand up

Against your ma any longer.
Now put that rifle down.

Pick it up, boy.

Wicked woman! You're a very
wicked woman, mrs. Boyle.

Such a wicked thing to hate.

You don't even know us
an' you hate us!

I don't hate nobody.

You do too! I don't know why
but you hate us. Maybe because

We're different, dress
different, talk different.

You gonna shoot that gun,
boy?

Why you even hate him!
Your own son.

I don't know what nonsense
you're talkin'.

You must hate him, you wanna
see him killed. Maybe because

He's different too.
Maybe that's why you hate him.

Well, it just ain't true.
It ain't true,

None of what you're sayin'.

Worst of all to know he lied,

To know your own son was never
tellin' you the truth.

And who would know who's
lyin'?

Why, you'd know. You'd have
to know, you're his mother!

My mother's dead, but, but if
she were alive, she'd know.

Mothers always know.

Say the word ma,

An' I'll just naturally pick up
where johnny let off.

An' I'm ready if martin,

Ain't enough to take care
of this fella.

Hush, both of you.

Get the mule.

Ma, listen-

Hush! We're goin' home.

It weren't hate, boy. I mean

Leastwise, I don't think it
was. Pride maybe. Sometimes,

A body's got nothin' left
'cept pride.

An' they fight unfair
to keep it.

But I'd like to think it was
pride, not just hatin' people.

We're goin' home, but you ain't.

You're stayin' here.

Well- ma, I won't lie
no more.

Oh, it weren't that, boy.
It's what the boy said.

You got some difference
in you,

An' you'll be better off
if you stay behind.

Ma, I wanna come home.

Well, you're ain't comin'!

An' I don't never wanna see you
there again. 'ceptin' if you're

In trouble. If you're in
trouble, you know where to come!

Mr. Mccain?

Oh, hallo, johnny.

I want you to know, I wasn't
lyin' for me. It was for hoyt.

Me an' him wanted to leave ma
an' amount to somethin'.

An' then with hoyt being buried,

Well for me to say he was
a horse thief-

I understand that, johnny.

He...He was only shootin'
at ya 'cause he was scared.

Scared for me mostly.

I'm sure he was a good
brother.

Where will you be
heading, johnny?

Well, I think I'll get me
some book learnin'. I heard

Of a school in santa fe, where I
can work for my room an' board.

-Bye, mark.
-So long.

Good luck.

You know, mark, doggone if
you're not born a psychologist.

A wh- what's that?

Well, it's a...New kind
of doctorin' where they talk

To people. Well, they try
an' straighten out their

Thinkin', you know,
if it's wrong.

Like you talked to ma boyle.

Psy...Clolo- sic-

I may be one, but I'll never be
able to pronounce it. Psy-co-