All language subtitles for The Rifleman S04E12 The High Country

Well, the spring's a little
weak,

You better order a new one.

[horse grunts]

Looks like we got some
visitors, pa.

I ain't never seen a rifle
fire like that before.

She sure spits out lead,
don't she?

Why don't we water up here?

Saw those two in town last
night,

One of them is a trouble maker.

Micah threw 'em out
of north fork.

Our animals would like a drink.

Well, there's the water, help
yourself.

Go, gorwin.

Mighty fast shootin' gun you got
there, mister.

I got some beaver pelts
on ol' jake over there

I might be willin' to trade
you for it.

Sorry, stranger, this rifle
is not for sale.

Here, son, you better let me
give you a hand.

Hey, gorwin, you bring them
beaver pelts out of my bag.

I just made myself a trade.

All right, you were thrown
out of north fork

Last night for your
bad manners,

Now get up an' get on your horse
an' get out of here. Go on!

Hey! Get out o' here!

Well, maybe we oughta just go
on, ambrose.

No, I'm set on gettin' that gun.

He turned down a fair
trade, cuz we was mountain boys.

Maybe he just didn't wanna
give his own gun up.

Oh now, 10 beaver pelts?

He could buy himself a new gun
for that.

It's like them...Town people...

Thinkin' us mountain boys
are so much dirt.

I reckon it's dark enough now.

How does it look now, pa?

Well, that's a good job
of braidin', son.

Almost ready to
saw on the buckle.

Yup. Think maybe we can use
a silver dollar for a buckle,

Like those texas trailhands
wear?

Well, I don't know if we have
to use something

Worth a dollar, mark.

Tell you what, you finish up
the braiding

And I'll get that old saddle
we bought from sam dekoven,

It's got a silver cinch,

Might even look prettier
than a silver dollar.

All right.

[gunshot]

He's dead, son.

The rifle went off accidentally,
when the other fellow jumped me.

What are we gonna do now, pa?

Well, first I'll tell micah,

So he can arrange for a proper
burial,

And tomorrow I'd better
return his horse to his folks.

Up in the high country?

Uh-huh. It's the least
I can do.

Should I come along with you,
pa?

Well, they're strange people,
son,

But they live close
to the good book,

I'm sure it'll be all right.

Come on, help me hitch the
wagon. We'll take him into town.

Ambrose, tally fetched us news
we're hopin' is wrong.

I'll cut my right arm off if
I could make it wrong, jeremiah,

But gorwin was gunned down with
no more ceremony paid to him

Than a sick hound dog,
ready for his grave.

May the lord rest his soul.

Did you see this town fellow
who did it?

I was just telling mrs.
Morgan here.

Havin' no gun, I had to go
scamperin' off,

Fearin' the same thing might
happen to me.

Poor gorwin, just like an old
hound dog, didn't have a chance.

I like never made it myself, old
jake broke his leg

Down on the wayside. Took me
almost a whole day gettin' here.

We'll hold proper services,
mrs. Morgan,

Given proper and respectful
attention to your only son

Leavin' us, an' we...

[horse neighs]

That's him! That...That's the
fellow what killed gorwin.

This horse I brought
belongs to--

We knowed who it belongs to,
mister.

What we don't know is...
Why you killed my boy?

I didn't kill him, ma'am, an'
I didn't know he was your boy.

I sure offer you--

Are you sayin' you didn't kill
gorwin morgan, mister?

We got somebody here
says you did.

Well, from what I've seen
of this man,

I wouldn't take any
stock in what he says.

You sayin' gorwin morgan
didn't die by your hand?

That's right, it was an
accident.

Ah!

Man's got a right to defend
himself.

You'll have a turn
tellin' your story.

Turn?

Talk at your trial, mister.

I didn't come up here
for a trial.

I don't know what this man's
told you,

But I can guarantee you,
it's far from the truth.

Truth is what we're after.

We'll go inside,
hold a fair trial.

Jeremiah: Move, clare.

Clare, you come on now,
come on.

I sure swear to tellin'
the truth.

I just hope this townsman here,
sees fit

To show the same respect
to this book.

Just tell it simple, ambrose,
don't fancy up the details.

Well, no sooner than gorwin
an' me set foot in the town,

They throwed us into jail.

Yes sir, right into jail!

No sooner we showed our faces,
and we heard somebody yellin',

"mountain boys", an' they
started roughin' us

An' shovin' us around,
then asked us to get out.

But we didn't get,
now pride kinda'.

Well, into jail we went.

Well, you know how them
townspeople looked at us

Last year when we went into
town,

Lookin' to buy them
store-bought shoes.

Now, we ever been treated right
an' proper goin' into any town?

No, sir!

I reckon we know how they feel
about us mountain folk.

Is that what you call the
truth?

Make him tell you how drunk he
got,

How he smashed the feed store
window,

How he insulted half the women
in north fork.

Now, just a minute, we know
ambrose here ain't no lilywhite,

But you'll get a chance to talk
later.

An' I don't see this has
anything to do

With this here trial, ambrose.

Now, suppose you get around
to tellin' us about gorwin?

Well, we left town, headin'
back for the hills,

A place where man can hold his
head up,

A place where lyin' and cheatin'
ain't nothing but a word

For book learnin'.

An' passin' this here fellow's
place,

We thought we'd water the
horses,

And maybe that's where our
trouble really started,

When he said that hill folk

Weren't no account welcome
on his land.

That's a lie.

Pa!

Now, the next man that uses any
violence at this here

Trial's gonna make an
accountin' to me!

I'm all right, son.

You sit down over there, boy.

An' you, mister, I don't know
how they conduct trials in town,

But up here we aim to get all
the facts.

Now, you be quiet
until your turn comes.

Go on, ambrose.

Well, then we started to
leave.

Then I saw this gun
the fellow had.

I ask him, "be a fair trade,
10 beaver pelts for a rifle?"

He said "sure". So he takes his
gun down, an' turns around

Real slow like, with a smile on
his face like he's...

Thinkin' of a joke or somethin'.

An' that's when he shot gorwin.

That's a lie!

Him smilin' like he'd never seen
nothing so funny in his life!

Gorwin fallen to the ground an'
squirmin',

His life blood pourin'
out in the dirt.

Liar. Liar! Liar!

Easy, son, easy.

Your turn's come, mister.

An' keep in mind you're in the
presence of the good book.

The truth here is fairly simple.

Ambrose here an' gorwin came
to my ranch

An' tried to buy my rifle,
I wouldn't sell it.

So they came back later that
night and tried to steal it.

My boy would never steal!

I beg you pardon, ma'am.

Ambrose, here tried to steal it.

I meant to say your son
was with him.

Are you sayin' you shot gorwin
when they were tryin'

To make off with your rifle?

Nobody shot gorwin!

Ambrose jumped me,
tried to take the rifle away,

And the gun went off
in the scuffle.

Gorwin happened to be...Standin'
by when the bullet hit.

It was an accident,
pure and simple.

Come here, boy.

Now, so far, it's your pa's word

Against the word of one
of our own.

I don't know your pa, if a lie
would stick in his throat,

But I know it ain't natural for
a man raised among us to lie.

So what I'm gonna do, boy,

Is take your word for what
happened.

Maybe we'll be releasin' a man
who's guilty,

But better one man go free on
our misjudgment,

Than one payin' for something
he didn't do.

Like pa said, he-- he started
out at the house

When this man jumped him,
tryin' to get the rifle.

It...Just went off by itself.

You saw all that, boy?

Oh, sure I--

Well, boy?

I didn't exactly see it,
I was in the house.

I heard the rifle go off,
an' when I went outside,

Pa was goin' to gorwin's body.

You heard that gun go off an'
you ran outside right away?

Oh, yes, sir.

Where was the rifle, boy?

Oh, pa was carrying it, he--

In the face of hearin' all
sides of this story,

Anyone thinking this man is not
guilty of killing gorwin morgan

Can speak his peace.

So be it, the verdict is guilty.

Now, wait a minute!

If had one more witness to
back up ambrose's words

Against you, I'd hang you,
mister, but since I haven't,

I'm gonna sentence you to labor
five years

In the service of mrs. Morgan,
replacin' that service you took

From her when you killed
her son.

Put the chains on him.

The ch-- wait a minute!

You'll stay here with your pa,

You'll earn your keep
by doing chores.

I get my hands on you,
ambrose,

I'll shove your lyin' tongue
down your throat.

You ain't gonna be doin'
nothin', mister.

Seeing as I'm marryin' into this
family, I'm volunteerin' to see

That you do your share of the
work for the next five years.

An' I'm thinkin' at the end
of that time

You're gonna be just as tame as
a two-day-old kitten. [chuckles]

Eat, boy, young 'uns need
growin' strength.

I'm not hungry.

Appears to me, boy, you got
no cause to be a-moonin'.

If your pa was a mountain boy
in a trial down there in town,

He'd be a-hanging pretty quick,

Onest he was a-judged guilty
of killing.

My pa didn't kill nobody!

That'll be enough, boy.

Nothing unnatural a boy
believin' in his own pa.

Fix mccain a dish of vittles.

Clare, here, put a little
in that first.

Now, you hear me out, boy.

Just yesterday, I had a fine
son, an' today I'm a-grievin'.

I'm a-trying to keep the hate
from my heart.

Now, there's no hate in me
for you an' your pa,

But I've got services coming
to me for my loss.

It's not right, my-- my pa
bein' chained an' worked.

Well, maybe it don't seem
right to you,

'cause you don't see us
as real people

Up here a-havin' laws,

An' the right to keep the peace,

But it's just as right as your
townfolk a-sendin' a man off

To their prison for five years.

Now, I'm trying to say that...
I'll treat as my own,

Long as you deserve the
treatment.

But don't press me, boy,
don't stir up the grievin'.

You don't look like
the kind o' man

To shoot gorwin with no
cause.

I didn't shoot gorwin,
ambrose was lyin'.

Now, just what would you wanna
do with some silly old saw file?

It'd take some doing,

But it just might cut through
these chains.

Just might at that.

Well, I'm...Sure obliged
to you, miss.

You ain't got it yet.

I ain't good enough for you?

A... A town man is?

Ambrose!

Stop it.

I catched him an' she
together.

Get in the house.

Now, you just give me
10 minutes

Alone with him, mrs. Morgan.

We'll settle for all time,
just, uh,

What his proper place
is around here.

Yeah, well, when a whuppin'
needs handin' out,

I'll do the sayin'.
Now, go on to bed.

[mutters]

Mister, I don't intend to be
worryin' about you

Day an' night.

Now you'll eat, sleep, do the
chores ambrose sets out for ya,

An' you'll put in every day
of your lawful time to me.

Now, boy, say good night to your
pa an' come along.

Mark, I want you to try an'
get out of here, if you can.

I'm not leaving without you,
pa.

You can see micah,
bring help back, son.

I can't leave without you!

They-- they'd do something--

Mark, I want you to do
as I tell you!

Mrs. Morgan: Come along, boy,
it's bed time.

Go along now, mark, I'll talk
to you tomorrow, be careful.

Now, come on, boy, put them
buckets on the floor,

So you can come back an' pick up
some of this wood,

An' fetch it up to the wood bed.

Nobody told you to rest, mccain.

You ever do any ploughin',
mccain?

In front of a plough?

Come on, boy!

Mark, do everything
you're told.

We're leavin' here at midnight.

I have a file, one chain link's
cut halfway through.

Well, what're you doing, boy?

You sure are clumsy, boy.

Touch that boy again,
I'll tear your throat out!

Oh-ho-ho. That sure makes you
riled, don't it, mister?

Well, it's just a sample unless
you say you killed gorwin.

Guess we'll have to start by
teaching this young 'un manners.

Let that boy go!

Ah, you just watch, mister,

You just watch an' see what's...
Gotta get coming to you, huh?

Let that boy go!

Mccain, stop it!

Stop it! Stop! Up, mister.

[gunshot]

As god fearin' people,

We temper justice with mercy,
mister,

But maybe you'll be forcin' us
to carry out a hangin'.

You talk like a man, but
you're nothing but a hypocrite!

You're all one big sham.

Everybody's got a right to set
up a community,

Make laws for their own
protection,

But this is the first place
I've ever been that--

The first kind of people I ever
met who base their justice

On where a man's from.

Because he's one o' your own,

You accept blasphemy from him,
well, so be it!

But don't you call it
law or justice.

Yeah, let...Let's see how
much talkin' he can do with a...

With a rope stretchin' his neck.

Wait! You hear?

You talk big words, mister,
but words don't mean much

When the man who's speakin' them
is lookin' out for his own skin.

Would you say, mister,

That a liar and a coward are
generally one and the same?

I'd say if a man is one,
he is usually the other.

Light two torches, fetch some
tools and take his chains off.

All right, mister, we're gonna
see an' look for the coward

Between you and ambrose,
an' the liar!

Take this, mister.

If he runs, shoot him down.

Make a circle.

All right, mister, now let's see
who's the hypocrite.

See, I kinda been raised on
this torch fightin, mister.

Got a few burns here and there,
but you see me alive an jumping.

You think a liar an' a coward
are one an' the same, ambrose?

Well, I think he is, so you just
be a brave man

An' keep sayin' you were
tellin' the truth.

Do-- no, don't. No, no, I
was-- I was lyin'!

I-- I was lying! Don't! Don't!

Get up, ambrose!

Now, jeremiah--

Put the chains on 'im.

Well, you can't put no chains
on me, I'm one o' you!

You ain't no longer one o' us,
you lied to your own.

But, jeremiah, it was an
accident, now, mrs. Morgan--

The punishment that was to be
meted out to the stranger

Is going to be meted out to you.

Mrs. Morgan, with beef bringin'
little or nothin' at the market,

I'd appreciate it if you'd, uh,
take a heifer off our hands.

Thank you, mr. Mccain,

Fresh milk somethin' comes in
mighty handy.

We're beholden for your
forgiveness.

Thanks, clare.

Come on, son.

It's best we get about our
chores.