All language subtitles for 31 -Pick Up the Gun

(Harris Claibourne)
Tombstone, Arizona Territory.

The fabulously rich silver mines
brought many elements to Tombstone.

There were the cowboys,
wild and reckless,

and the miners themselves:

strong family men who had
emigrated from the old country.

It often meant conflict.

[Horse nickers]

Been all mornin' on the
road from Charleston.

I got a lot bigger thirst
than them daisies.

Well, you mustn't get down.

I always like to meet
a lady halfway.

With them pretty blue eyes.

Ah, that hits the spot.

–I'll take it in for you.
–No, thank you.

Why don't you just sit a while
on that nice, shady porch with me?

No, please, give it to me.

I'll settle for a hug and a kiss.

Lisa!

Into the house, Lisa.

Off with ye now, quick!

You know, I never figured that a

Cornish miner would have
a daughter that pretty.

I said off with ye!

[Gun cocks]

No man handles me like that, miner.

Do you know who I am?

No good cowboy scum.

Now you better apologize
or get yourself a gun.

I have no gun.

And you're mighty young and
reckless to be ownin' of one yourself.

Don't come any closer, mister.
I'll shoot.

Now don't you force me to shoot.

(Claibourne) An actual account
from the pages of my newspaper,

the Tombstone Epitaph.

This is the way it happened

in the town too tough to die.

(Announcer)
Tombstone Territory.

I'm warnin' you, miner.

[Gunshot]

[Laughing]

Come on, miner, get up!

The matter's under control, Sheriff.

That's the ruffian's weapon.

Now, what's goin' on?

–He was molesting my daughter.
–You're a liar!

Since when's it a crime
to talk to a gal?

You had hold of Lisa.
I saw you from the window.

Get her out here and ask her
if you don't believe me!

She'll speak her piece in court,
not here in the public street!

Inside, Lisa.

Mr. Carew,

are you havin' trouble, sir?

Do I understand that you're
gonna bring charges?

You do.

What's goin' on?

I'm taking this saloon-loafer
to court for molesting Lisa,

for threatening my life
with a revolver,

and for disturbing the peace.

And not one word of that in that
paper of yours, do you hear?

The Epitaph will publish whatever it sees fit.

If I was a fightin' man,

I'd like a couple of
moments with him.

You're not a fightin' man, Johnny.

Brawling in the streets is precisely
what I'm making an example of him for.

Draw up the charges, Sheriff Hollister.

I'll be down in an hour to sign them.

Billy.

Lisa.

You're not without fault, Lisa.

Had you not loitered
with that cowboy,

he would've not have taken liberties.

Is it sin to talk to a man?

To be a good neighbor?

Is it right that I should be
cooped up in this house all day

allowed only to talk to
Cornish men and women?

This is America, Papa.
Women are not slaves here.

They're allowed to marry
men of their own choice.

Not ones their fathers
picked out for them.

That's enough, Lisa.

Go to your room.

Please, sir.

To your room.

(Claibourne)
The afternoon of May 12, 1880.

–Hi, Clay.
–Hello, Frank.

(Billy) Frank!

Get me out of here, Frank!

That's what I'm here for, Billy.
Put your hat on.

What are you tryin' to do, Clay?

Set an example of us
boys from Charleston?

Ah, no, Frank. Billy just made
a pass at the wrong girl.

Daughter of Old Man Carew,
mining superintendent of the Million Dollar.

No need to suspicion
the bail bond, Clay.

Signed and sealed by Judge Casey.

Paid for and delivered
by Frank McLowery.

Hm-mm.

Uh, let's not try to settle this
out of court, Billy.

Well now, Clay, you know me
better than that.

I wouldn't start any trouble [laughing].

(Frank) Yeah.

Thanks a heap, friend.

You got out and get yourself in trouble
real soon so I can return the favor.

My hardware, Sheriff.

Oh, since you're not going to be
starting any trouble, you won't need it.

Now, wait a minute.

What if that old man goes
on the prod for me again?

Or somebody else starts somethin'?

Jump behind the bar
and grab a bottle.

–Funny.
–Come on, Billy.

If you got need of a gun,
you won't have trouble scarin' one up.

You get through this trial a free man,

come on back and pick up your .44
on your way to Charleston.

Okay, Clay.

But if I get plugged and croak,
it's gonna be your fault.

And I'll come back and haunt you.

[All laughing]

She was out there just a-sprinklin'
the daisies as pretty as you please.

Hey, Billy, somebody outside
wants a word with you.

With me?

You're Billy Clanton, ain't you?

–Did you get her name?
–I didn't ask.

[Laughs]

Must be Rosy.

[All laughing]

Hey, see if you can fix me up with
that girlfriend of his from Benson.

Over here, sir.

What are you doin' here?

I had to talk to you.

Look, lady, I don't want
any more trouble.

I run off from home.

Well now, that's just fine.

You will help me, won't you?

Whatever give you that idea?

Well, you stood up to my pa,
didn't you?

Well now, wait a minute.
You're gettin' this all wrong, ma'am.

You said you want to
sit on the porch with me.

Said you want to kiss me.

Shucks, ma'am, I...

That was just talk. I...

I was just walkin' around.

Didn't mean it?

Need any help, Billy?

Well, it's nothin', Frank.
I'll be right in.

Afraid I'm gonna beat your time, Billy boy?

I said it was nothin', Frank.

Hey, this is her.

Yeah, now beat it.

–What's she doin' here?
–None of your business!

Why, Billy boy, this sounds serious.

Look, Frank, don't push me too far!

Okay, Billy, I'm sorry.

Okay.

You see what you done.
He's my best friend!

You're nothin' but trouble!
Good girls are nothin' but trouble!

Now, get this straight, ma'am.
I can't help you none.

So just stay away from me,
you understand?

Just stay away!

(Claibourne)
Midnight.

Sheriff Hollister had planned to catch
a few winks before his late rounds.

[Sighs]

[Frantic knocking]

That's what he had planned.

[Knocking continues]

I'm glad you're here.

I'm so frightened.

All right, what's the trouble?

I thought he liked me.

–You thought who liked you?
–Billy Clanton.

What's goin' on between the two of you?

Nothing, nothing at all.

I was just foolish and stupid.

I left home.

I just gotta get away, that's all.

Now, running away doesn't help anything.

Well, I'm not gonna marry Johnny Coster.

Well, you don't have to marry
him if you don't want to.

It's not that easy.

See, Mama died when I was little.

Papa never would talk about her.
I don't know why.

Well, he's been the only one
to tell me what to do.

And he won't allow me to know
anybody except Cornish people.

I know American girls who
go to dances and socials

and laugh out loud bold as you please.

Don't you see?

Everybody gets lonely sometimes.

And now I've been promised to Johnny Coster
just like they do in the old country.

Is that the way it's supposed to
be for a woman in America?

For me?

Everything'll look better in the morning.

Come on, I'll walk you home.

I'm not goin' home.

I told you that.

I just can't stand it with Papa anymore.

I'm a human being, and a woman
has gotta have some rights.

All right.

You're gonna stay with friends?

I don't have any friends
that aren't Papa's friends.

Well then, where you gonna stay?

Here.

[Laughs] No, you can't stay here.

Well, I could stay in there.

Well, you can't stay here.
This is a jail, not a rooming house.

Well, where am I gonna stay?

Well, uh...

I just didn't know anybody else
to come to except you.

You're the sheriff.

[Sighs]

(Claibourne)
The morning of May 13, 1880.

Johnny Coster was a
troubled young man.

Lisa's run off, Sheriff.
Bed wasn't slept in all night.

Old Carew's fit to be tied.

Now, take it easy, Johnny.

Have some?

Thank you, no.

I-I-I know it don't mean
much to you, Sheriff, but...

I'm fond of Lisa.

I wouldn't want anything
to happen to her.

Well, I'm glad to hear that
you're so concerned about her,

seeing that you two are engaged.

How'd you know that?

She told me last night.

But I also got the
impression that she's...

Well, not too fond of you.

Where is she?

I'm not sure that you're
the man to know.

This is family, Mr. Hollister.

–You've no right to meddle.
–Now, you listen to me, John.

A frightened girl came in here
last night lookin' for protection.

I'm not about to throw her to the wolves,
even if her father is one of 'em.

Understand this, Mr. Hollister:

Lisa's happiness is my only concern.

It's all right, Lisa. Come on in.

Miss Carew spent the night
at the Palace Hotel.

Courtesy of the sheriff's office.

I'm not goin' home, John.

I'll do anything,
but I'm not going.

Well, what you do now, Lisa,
is between you and your pa.

But there's somethin' else.

Somethin' you told Mr. Hollister
that's between you and me.

Well now, look, I'm not very
good at peace making but...

(Johnny) Answer me straightly.

Did you run away because I asked
your pa for you to marry me?

Yes.

Don't you like me, Lisa?

Oh, it isn't that.
I like you, John.

Well... Well, what is it, then?

Well, it's just that you
were always Papa's friend.

You seem like my uncle.

I mean, like my brother.

You never even looked at me.

You never once told me
that you liked me.

Well, then I'm tellin' you now.

I like you.

I can't ever think about a woman,
but it's you that I'm thinkin' of.

I...

I want you for my wife.

You're just sayin' that
to get me to come home.

No, I swear what
I'm telling you is the truth.

Come now.

I'll take you home to your pa.

No.

I have to be sure.

If I went home now,
I'd never be sure of you,

or of myself, or of anything.

He's a good man, Lisa.
He's solid, kind.

It's just not the way I heard
it was supposed to be.

What is it that you want?

I wanna be wanted.

Is there anything so wrong in that?

I want to be courted and desired.

I want men to look at me
the way they look at other girls.

The way that cowboy
looked at me yesterday.

I'm sorry.

I guess you think I'm shameless.

No, you just got set down
in the wrong town.

You wait here.
I'll be back in a couple of minutes.

Billy, I want a word with you.

Don't let him buffalo you.

I was just pickin' my teeth, Sheriff.

I wasn't even thinkin' mischief.

What's this between you and Miss Carew?

Who?

Lisa Carew.
You know what I'm talkin' about.

Why, nothin', Sheriff.

I never laid eyes on her
until yesterday.

Pretty powerful eyes, if you ask me.

You've given her notions.

Notions? Like what?

Like gettin' married.

You're just right for marriage [laughing].

Now hold on a minute, Clay.
You got the wrong man.

I don't go much for barnyard hens.
I like my chicks wild and gamy.

Marriage would do you good.

Might tame you down before
you got that fool head blown off.

Oh, Mr. Carew, you lookin' for me?

I see you, Hollister.

You and this barroom stool bum
with your heads together.

–This is no place to talk.
–I don't want words with you.

I want my daughter!

I believe you and this cowboy
know where she is.

Look, you buzzard, I've had just about
as much out of you as I can take!

Don't be yellin' at me, you scum!
I'll settle with you in court!

That's it!

(Calmly) That's enough.

Billy, you and Frank go inside.

You better go home, Mr. Carew.

Where's my daughter, Hollister?

–In my office.
–In your office, eh?

Under protective custody.

And is that where she
spent the night, Sheriff Hollister?

Under your custody?

Why, you evil-minded old man.

Come on.
We're gonna settle this right now.

With pleasure, sir.

Well, he don't carry a gun.
What am I supposed to do?

There's many ways, Billy,

if you got a mind for it.

Well, I got a mind.

Just don't see how.

Drink up, friend.

You wanna get the picture real clear.

I get the picture.

Real clear.

Lisa, I've come to take you home.

For the last time,

will you or will you not
come home with me?

I'll not marry John, Papa.
I'll not.

After last night, I doubt
if he'd wanna marry you.

Come.

No.

Do you know what would happen
to you in the old country?

You'd be driven from the house
and never permitted to return.

I'm giving you the second chance.

Your last chance.

Are you comin'?

I've always been good, Papa.

And obedient.

Don't you care what I want?

Don't you care about me?

Care about you?

You're the only thing I have in this world.

Come home, Lisa.

I'm afraid to go home.

Afraid not to.

What?

I'm afraid I'd end up hating you.

Hating me?

Lisa...

I...

I will tell you something

about your mother.

Uh, excuse me.

You remember your mother, Lisa?

Yes, a little bit.

She was like you.

Pretty, restless, headstrong.

But she never died like
I always told you she did.

She left me.

Ran off with a seafaring man
with a handsome face

and a sunbrown skin and
a swagger to his walk.

A young man like your cowboy, Lisa.

Yes, I have been strict with you.

But I wanted to raise you so
you wouldn't turn out like her.

Maybe that's where I was wrong.

If I have made a mistake,

I pray the good Lord will forgive me.

Papa!

[Sobbing]

I'm gonna to go home, Sheriff.

Are you sure that's what you want?

Yes, I want it.

About the cowboy, Sheriff Hollister,

I think I better drop the charges.

I'm glad.

I'm sorry to have been
such a bother, really.

Thank you.

(Bartender)
Hey, how about my bottle?

Oh, excuse me!

[Glass shatters]

[Laughing]

You sure ÿou get
the picture real clear?

(Billy) Mr. Carew!

Wait here, Lisa.

I'd like a public apology, sir,
in front of my friends.

Well, I'm not pressin' charges
against you, young man.

–I hope that will satisfy you.
–It does not, sir.

You linked my name in a scandalous
fashion with your daughter.

And I'm not about to sink so
low as to have truck with miners.

Or miners' daughters.

[Billy laughing]

This time, old man,

I'm gonna kill you.

Better go get yourself a gun.

I've never used a gun in my life.

But I'd like to get my fingers
around your livin' throat.

You better learn how
to use one quick.

Let him alone.

You're drunk,
and he's an old man.

Off the battlefield, miner.

Or make your fight mine.

Johnny, take Lisa home.

I'll not be leavin' you
for dead, Mr. Carew.

Pick up the gun, old man.

No, Papa.

Keep her there, Johnny.

I'm givin' you more than
a fair chance, old man.

I'm gonna wait until you point
the gun at me before I draw.

Now go ahead and pick it up!

Clay, come on! Come a-runnin'!

No, Papa!

[Gunshots]

Oh, Johnny!

[Gasping]

I had hopes for you, Billy.

But you're nothin' but
a worthless troublemaker.

You almost killed a man.

If you ever make trouble in
Tombstone again, I'll stop you again.

So help me, I'll stop you good.

Are you all right, John?

It hurts, but I'll live.

Oh, John, I'm sorry.

But I'm sure of a lot of things now.

A lot of things that I wasn't before.

(Claibourne)
May 20, 1880.

An important event was about
to take place in the Carew home.

Slow poke, we're late.

Well, I gotta wear a tie.

All duded up.

How does it feel to be
best man at a wedding?

Too close for comfort.

–Funny, wasn't it?
–Why's that?

How Lisa couldn't even see Johnny
until he picked up that gun,

and then all of a sudden
he's her kind of man.

What women do I don't
even try to reason out.

Next time I go to be a peacemaker
between a man and his woman,

grab me ahold of the
coattails, will you?

You better get down
to Rosy's place, Clay.

She just took a shot
at her new man.

Whoa!

Have you forgotten already?

Is he hurt bad?

No, just a scratch.

But he's holed up in the Baptist church
and don't dast to come out.

You tell him to stay there until
after Johnny Coster's wedding is over.

How's that?

♪ Whistle me up a memory ♪

♪ Whistle me back
where I wanna be ♪

♪ Whistle a tune that'll carry me ♪

♪ to Tombstone Territory ♪

♪ If your past has run
afoul of the law ♪

♪ It's a handy place to be ♪

♪ 'Cause your future's just
as good as your draw ♪

♪ in Tombstone Territory ♪

♪ Whistle me up a memory ♪

♪ Whistle me back
where I wanna be ♪

♪ Whistle a tune that'll carry me ♪

♪ to Tombstone Territory ♪