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[gentle music]

- Yuma?

- Mr. Minor?

[powerful gunshot]

[bell clangs loudly]

[whimsical woodwind music]

- Jason Minor.

Good morning.

- Still as warm beer.

- Dead.

He'd been working himself
up to this for a long while.

- Well, we ain't gonna
go hungry no more.

- Yeah, he's through taking
the food out of our mouths.

- How's 10 for a round a drinks!

- And I'll drink
the whole round.

[Klemo laughing]

- Lorena, this is a
dancing day for Dead Oak.

[laughing]

- Mr. Minor always
treated me nice.

- We owe some citizen
a vote of thanks.

Are you the one
who done it, son?

- What's the matter
with you people?

You're talking about a murder.

- Murder?

Oh, I wouldn't come to
any fast conclusion, son.

No sir.
[mild chuckling in crowd]

- Sure, looks like Jason
killed himself in cold blood.

[townspeople laughing]

- In the back?

- It was a suicide,
mister, that's what it was.

Clean suicide.

[townspeople laughing]

[dramatic music]

[Johnny Cash's "The Rebel"]

♪ Johnny Yuma was a Rebel

♪ He rode through the west

♪ That Johnny Yuma, the Rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ Johnny Yuma

[horse neighs]

[pensive music]

- Excuse me, I was told
the sheriff's in here.

- He's in 18 with a
Mr. Spencer Scott.

- What's that?

- C. Spencer Scott,
the Earl of Durango.

[banging upon door]

- [Godfrey] Come in.

- Anybody here?

- [Godfrey] Yep.

- Where?

- Here.

- [Johnny] Hi.

- Hi.

What do ya want, slim?

- The sheriff here abouts?

- Thereabouts.

- [Johnny] Thanks.

- You can't go in.

He's with the Earl.

- Is he making an arrest?

- Nope.

- Well, then it can't wait.

- Hmm, too bad, slim, too bad.

[whimsical woodwind music]

- Safer at Gettysburg.

I need to talk--

- My dear young fellow,

you seem totally unaware that
you're interrupting something,

which is infinitely
more important

than your own immediate needs.

- Oh, what's that?

- Darts.

- Darts?

- Quite, now if you don't mind.

- Well, I'm sorry, but I--

- Oh, I'm sorry, too.

Otis.

- Drift.

- Well, now, wait a
minute, all I want--

- Go on, Reb.

You ain't got long to jabber.

[gun cocks]

- Sheriff.

- I'm sorry, cowboy,
this is my lunch hour.

[gun clicks]

[laughing]

[laughing]

- Wipe that off, creepy.

- Well, now ain't this
a kick in the shanks.

Creepy, huh?

Then you gotta be
taught my name's Ottie.

- Now, now, gentleman.

Forgive my interruption,

but I think my antiques
would suffer far more

than either one of you.

Besides, for the nonce, Otis,

I think you've met your match.

- Don't bet on it, your majesty.

- Now, young fella, since
you burst into my suite

with such Byronic bravado,

what is it you want
to see me about?

- Well, I hope this
doesn't stun you too much,

but it's him I want
to see, excuse me.

[Sheriff Rocky mumbles in Greek]

- You are the
sheriff, aren't you?

- Sorry, kid, this
is my lunch hour.

Hungry?

Kalamata olives,
feta, tahini, salads,

ouzo to wash it down.

You wanna see me
about something,

it can't wait?

- That's up to you.

Look, my name's
Yuma, Johnny Yuma.

I wanna report a
murder in Dead Oak.

A man named Jason Minor was
shot gunned in the back.

- Dead Oaks, they've got
themselves a sheriff there.

You tell him about it.

- I don't know why, but the
whole town's covering it up,

calling it a suicide.

Sheriff's in it with them.

Well, how about it, Sheriff?

- I told you, kid,
this is my lunch hour.

Besides, Dead Oaks is
out of my territory.

How 'bout you there, Earl?

Huh, maybe they'll
settle for you, don't it?

- Maybe.

- Doesn't look like
any star packet to me.

- You know, I have a
quivering suspicion

you haven't the
remotest idea who I am.

- That's a pretty good quiver.

Who are you?

[whimsical music]

- [clears throat]
C. Spencer Scott,

the most prolific writer of
lucrative mystery thrillers

of the American West.

- Not a very flattering
likeness, is it?

- Sorry, never heard of you.

Don't read junk.

- Junk, quite, but then
I'll wager you never read

the philosophical works
I wrote in England.

- Nope.

- I authored a number of texts,

all widely acclaimed
but narrowly circulated.

Do you follow me?

- I doubt it.

He looks denser than a
loblolly pine thicket to me.

- Otis.

- Consequently, I decided
to become commercial,

simultaneously
lowering my literary

but raising my living standards.

Besides, it's a lot more fun.

- Your pet hound,
where does he fit in?

- Otis Rumph, my associate,

a man with many redeeming
qualities necessary

to our continued existence.

- A gunny, huh?

- Oh, no, nothing so crude,

but there have been, uh,
incidents, haven't there?

[chuckles] Now tell me,
Mr., uh, Yuma, is it?

- [Johnny] Yo.

- How do you fit
into this murder?

- Jason Minor hired me
to be his bodyguard.

- You did a stunningly
rotten job, didn't you?

[Otis and the Earl laughing]

- He got killed before
I started to work.

He sent me a $10 advance.

I figure I owe him something.

- Oh, then you feel
obligated to return

and avenge the death of
your erstwhile employer.

- Looks like all I can do now
is write the district marshal

and then camp in Dead
Oak until he gets there.

- Thanks for nothing, Sheriff.

- That's all right, kid,

you know, my job. [chuckles]

- Oh, Mr. Yuma.

Perhaps Otis and I'll tag along.

A whole town in a
conspiracy of silence.

It might make an
explosive little book.

Besides, I think that you and
I'd be of great assistance.

Don't you, Otis?

- Oh, I do, sir.

- I've lived a long
time without it.

- Without what?

- Your assistance.

Adios.

- [exclaims in Greek] Yuma!

[gargling]

[slow Old West music]

- This town's lived a
long time without you.

- I know, I know.

- You back lookin' for trouble?

- No, I just wanna
buy a few supplies.

- Mr. Minor always
treated me real nice.

- This has been a
nice, quiet town,

and that's the way
it's gonna stay.

[bell clanging]

- [Otis] Gather
round! Gather round!

[bell clanging]

All you lean, mean, bold,
hard gentlemen of Dead Oak.

[bell clanging]

- Cut that infernal racket!

What in blazes you
think you're doing?

That bell ain't no plaything!

- You're quite right, Sheriff.

It tolls the sound of murder.

It tolls for thee.

[whimsical music]

I am C. Spencer Scott, the
fourth Earl of Devonshire,

now ignobly referred to
as the Earl of Durango.

- Ain't never heard of you.

- I've heard of him.

He writes mystery stories.

- I'm among you for the
purpose of gathering material

for a book on your late
lamented friend, Jason Minor.

- Mr. Minor always
treated me nice.

- Oh, is that so?

During the course of
this literary exercise,

I shall undoubtedly
discover the murderer.

Your cooperation or lack of it
will be faithfully recorded.

- What'd he say?

- He said somebody's
gonna end up in the pokey.

- How'd you find
out about Jason?

- Who cares?

He ain't nothin' but a gasbag.

- Yeah, he's all chin.

- It seems to me that
the whole populace

of Dead Oak is amply
provided with chin;

however, in repudiation
of your rash accusations,

I think a small demonstration
would be in order.

Don't you agree, Otis?

- Oh, I do, sir.

If you'll kindly step
back there, folks.

We'd hate to have more than
one body in this rate of time.

Kindly step back there,
that's it, thank you.

Thank you very much.

All right, folks,
that'll be fine.

[whimsical music]

[gun banging]

[whimsical music]

[gun banging]

[gun bangs]

[whimsical music]

- That should suffice
for the moment.

- [Sheriff Boyd]
Let's have a meetin'.

- Good show, Yuma, good show.

A fitting overture for the
drama that's bound to occur.

- Spencer, be a good earl.

Wait for the marshal.

- Be reasonable, Mr.
Yuma, be reasonable.

What sort of dreary little
book would I be left with

if I allowed some colorless
mule-faced marshal

to lumber through its
pages solving the crime?

Now this way, I have excitement.

I have vitality.

I have, ooh! Passion,
excuse me, please.

Uh, miss!

My honor.

- So it is.

- Otis!

I mean Ottie.

Can I ask you somethin'?

- Why not?

[patrons chattering]

- What would you
care for, my dear?

- [Lorena] Champagne, naturally!

- Champagne for the lady.

I'll take brandy.

- [Bartender] Yes, sir.

- What do you want to ask?

- What do ya follow
him around for?

- [chuckles] Now,
Reb, I'll tell ya.

Now, I misspent my youth
gettin' saddle sores

on somebody else's cattle drive.

I spent two years at $20
a month as a Texas Ranger

and two years shooting at people

I wasn't mad at during the war.

Now you put it all together,

and I figure I don't have such
a bad break with the Earl.

Besides that, I
kind of admire him.

Besides that, he
saved my hide once.

- Amazing to find
such glittering beauty

in such drab surroundings.

- You're goin'
right over my head.

- In my own lighthearted way,

I was merely trying to
express my, um, admiration.

- I know what you admire.

You scratch a earl,
you still find a man.

[The Earl chuckles]

I got a stage to catch.

[Earl grunts]

- Give it to me in a nutshell.

What is it you wanna know?

- All right, who
killed Jason Minor?

- Jason killed his self.

We got witnesses:
me, him, and him.

We were all there.

- Have papers filed in
the county courthouse

swearing to suicide.

- Mm-hmm, and this young
man is prepared to testify

in a court of law that
you're mouthing falsehoods.

- Well, let him talk.

Let him talk his mouth off!

There ain't no body.

- There was a body.

- It fell in the swamp when
we was tryin' to bury it.

[patrons laughing uproariously]

- Leave it alone, fellas.

Everybody in town hated Jason.

- Mr. Minor always paid
me for the work I done.

- That file in his
office is busting

with our notes and mortgages.

Minor left us poorer
than skim milk.

- So don't be
muley-headed, mister.

Stay out of it.

[slow woodwind music]

- Very well, gentlemen,

but I think it's only
sporting to warn you

that I intend to pursue
my investigation.

I shall unmask the murderer,

and with Mr. Yuma's testimony,

I will secure a conviction.

- Well, folks, let's go
outside and have a meetin'.

[whimsical music]

- Oh, oh yes, this
is quite interesting,

but I do feel that this will
be one of my better books.

- [Johnny] You think you'll
ever get to write it?

- [chuckles] I hope so.

- After three years
of hootin' around

what he likes to refer to as
the raw frontier with the earl,

I figure I'm ahead every
time I take a breath.

[loud gunshot outside]

- This is mighty powerful
weapon, Mr. Yuma.

- So it is.

- As long as there's gonna be
a murder charge around here,

we got the murder weapon.

And we know who done it.

- I reckon they mean you, Reb.

- There's room for two more
on that tree out there,

and three ain't a crowd.

- Your subtlety staggers me.

- And so will these,
[guns clicking and cocking]

Mr. Earl, if y'all don't
put your guns on the table.

- Better be outta
town before dark.

[ominous music]

- Well, see, now this
old Reb done gone

and got himself in such a mess,

I reckon it's up to us
to kinda help him out.

- Help me?

Little more help from you two,

and I'll be swingin'
from that tree out there.

- Oh, I don't think
they'd go so far

as to hang you, Mr. Yuma.

Do you, Otis?

[ominous dramatic music]

[laughing]

[ominous dramatic music]

- Now, Otis.

I suggest you not call
undue attention to us.

No, Otis, the strongbox.

- If you had to bust in,

couldn't you have at
least waited until dark?

- Well, a couple of weird
angles have been popping up

in my mind.

If Jason was murdered
for the notes,

doesn't it strike
you as peculiar

that the murderer
didn't destroy them?

- Who says he didn't?

- Well, the jolly, jolly pub
keeper indicated as much.

- Well, the jolly, jolly
pub keeper was wrong.

There ain't no notes in here.

Just carts and ass
for a mail order house

- Therefore, we know the
true motive for the murder.

Those notes could only be of
value if Jason had a partner,

a partner who's using
the temper of the town

to conceal the murder.

- So they'll have
to keep on paying.

- There lies the irony.

- I wonder what would happen

if the town found out
the notes were missing.

- Splendid, Mr. Yuma, splendid!

Now, if we could entice
each debtor to retrieve

his own notes from the file,

then the one who
tries to stop them

because he knows the notes
are already gone will be--

- The murderer!

- Brilliant, Otis, brilliant!

- Well, now just
how do we go about

this enticing, your majesty?

- Well, I thought a few
well-chosen words would do it.

- Uh-uh, one well-placed file.

[glass shattering]

[whimsical woodwind music]

[bell clanging]

- [Otis] Someday, somebody'll
do something I expect.

[bell clanging]

- Now, gentlemen,
this demonstration is
for the purpose of--

[grunts]

This isn't at all
what I had in mind!

[whimsical woodwind music]

[body thuds]

[yelling]

[grunting and groaning]

[lightly suspenseful music]

[gun clicks]

Would you stop waving that
thing around and put it away.

Your mortgages!

- Oh.

- [The Earl] Mortgages!

- [Sheriff Boyd] All right,
boys, leave 'em alone.

- Every one of ya,
get his own note,

and do whatever
you want with it.

There's your file.

[slow thoughtful music]

- Do you mind?

- After you.

- Stand back, everybody.

[ominous music]

[ricocheting gun blast]

There ya are, open it up.

[townspeople clamoring
and laughing]

- [Lorena] Hey,
wait a minute, boys!

- Satisfied now?

- Wait a minute, boys!

This is what we
oughta do with these.

[glass shatters]

[townspeople laughing
and cheering]

[glass chatters]

[townspeople cheering
and clapping]

- Uh, just a minute, girlie.

Hoo-hoo, boy, you
sure can pick 'em.

- What's eatin' you?

- It's your party.

- Ladies and gentlemen,
it is with singular regret

that I have to inform you

that this lovely child
of nature is the one

who disposed of Mr. Minor.

Lorena happens to
be a murderess,

but let's be charitable.

Perhaps it's her only fault.

- [Lorena] I tell
ya, he's a liar!

- Well, he has got a
limber jawbone, all right,

but, uh, he ain't a liar.

- If you done it, Lorena,

we're behind ya to the man!

[townspeople mumbling agreement]

I'll hang your
picture up in the bar.

- Don't let 'em
scare ya, Lorena.

There's no evidence,
there ain't no body.

- [laughs] All right,
boys, I did it.

So, build me a statue.

I'm the one who
did you the favor,

and hang the picture in
that slinky dress of mine.

Now, if you boys will step
aside, I'm gettin' in the stage.

- Lorena, your fair heroine
is about to leave town

with all your notes
and mortgages.

- [sighs] The notes were burned.

You seen it.

[ominous music]

- We'll find out soon
enough, excuse me.

- Go ahead, search 'em.

I'll help you myself.

Fancy big mouth.

Sheriff, after you put
my things on the stage,

I'll say goodbye to Dead Oak.

[cloth rips]

[Otis whistles]

- Rode shotgun
long enough to know

a woman doesn't wear a
bustle on a long trip.

- That's our notes!

- That's my mortgage.

- Well, what does
she want with them?

What good are they to her?

- Lovely Lorena was Jason
Minor's silent partner.

- Thought you could
put one over on us, eh?

Take the food out of our mouths!

Well, we caught you red handed!

- Law'll have a
trial, get you hung,

and that'll be the
end of Jason and you.

- Yeah, you forgot
you dumped the body

and filed suicide papers.

- Besides, they've never
hung a woman in Texas.

- With your assets, I feel
sure that you'd be represented

by the finest legal
talent in the territory.

- I don't care what
lawyer she uses.

She's gonna rot in jail.

- That ain't gonna
get you off the hook.

You're still working for me,

and I'm gonna send someone here

once a month to
pick up my check.

You're suckers, all of you.

You lose at my faro tables,

and I backed Jason
with your own money,

and he ends up
double-crossing me.

Can we go?

- Good luck, Lorena.

[whimsical music]

- I'm Hando Payne,
district marshal.

Understand there's
been a killin'.

- Well, you're a
little late, Hando.

- Late?

That'll be the day.

[whimsical music]

- Never have so
many owed so much.

- You know, sir, you
sure can pick 'em.

[soft thud]

- I better quit while I'm ahead.

[pensive music]

- A lady said to
give this to you.

- Why, that's amazing,
a Spanish doubloon.

Otis, this is one of the
storied pieces of eight.

- [Woman] And there
are thousands more

where these came from.

[romantic magical music]

- By Jove, she's so...

So un-English!

- But I need your help, senor.

They are trying to
strip me of my heritage.

I would be so grateful
for your help.

- Oh, I feel sure we
can, uh, help her.

Don't you?

- It's an intriguing
prospect, eh, Mr. Yuma?

Would you care to
join Mr. Rumph and me?

- No, thanks.

I had enough trouble the last
time you two helped somebody.

Adios.

Be a good earl.

[pensive music]

[Johnny Cash's "The Rebel"]
♪ Johnny Yuma was a Rebel

♪ He rolled through the West

♪ Johnny Yuma the Rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ He got fightin'
mad, this Rebel lad ♪

♪ He packed no star
a he wandered far ♪

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

♪ The Rebel

♪ Johnny Yuma

♪ Johnny Yuma was a Rebel

♪ He rode through the West

♪ Johnny Yuma, the Rebel

♪ He wandered alone

♪ He searched the land,
this restless lad ♪

♪ He was panther quick
and leather tough ♪

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

♪ The Rebel

♪ Johnny Yuma

♪ Johnny Yuma

♪ John Yuma