All language subtitles for The Rifleman S04E21 Two Ounces of Tin

Micah, what's he doing in town?

I wish I knew.

Corey?

Get back on that horse
and ride out.

A man usually gets told
to ride out o' town

When he's broken the law,
marshal.

I'm not waitin' for you to
leave a body lyin'

In the street, corey,

I'm tellin' you what we tell all
killers ridin' into north fork.

Keep on movin'.

You got a lot of faith in that
badge you're wearin', marshal.

I'd say offhand that that badge
is worth about what it weighs.

Two ounces of tin don't bring
much in the market these days.

You told me to get out of town,
marshal,

I'm not gonna tell you that.

You go on livin' in this town,
you grow old,

You die in bed here.

But that badge, I wanna see it
lyin' in the dirt at sundown.

If that badge is still pinned to
your vest at sundown, marshal,

You'll be lyin' in the dirt
with it.

Whoa! Whoa!

That tendon actin' up again?

Yup, it sure is.

Hi.

Hi, boy.

Somethin' I can do to help?

Yeah, you can trade horses
with me.

Wouldn't be such a good swap
from where I look.

That all depends.

Realize that a... Bent-up gold
piece might not look as pretty

As a... Silver dollar,
but it's a better deal.

It might be you have a better
horse,

But I've raised mine from
a colt an' I sorta like 'im.

I ain't in the horse-tradin'
business, son.

I'll take you into town, cocoa,

An' get you fixed up
real proper.

Uh, my pa's ranch is just
around the bend,

If you wanna take 'im there.

I could make a bandage an' make
up a salt pack

To take down the swellin'.

That's right kind o' you,
thank you.

All right.

How's this, mr. Corey?

Just fine.

Oh, no, I- I don't want
any pay for it.

Nice farm, real nice.

There's somethin' about...
Standin' on your own land,

Workin' it, knowin' that
you'll get out of it

What you put into it.

Guess the harder you work,
the- the better the crops.

That's the way it usually
turns out.

Sleepin' good, eatin' good
an' being with people.

Being with people?

You mean like town hall
meetings?

We're havin' one tonight.

Picnic supper, games later on,
things like that.

Listen to me. Don't ever
leave the land, boy.

Always be a part of it,
part of the community.

People lookin' at you,
smilin' at you,

Always being glad to see you.

Uh... Maybe I shouldn't ask,
mr. Corey, but...

Are you a wagon train scout?

Huh?

Well, I... Mean, you don't
often see people

Wearin' buckskins
in these parts.

Well, I guess buckskins are
just a habit with me now.

I used to work with buffalo
bill's wild west show.

I guess I kinda got used
to wearin' 'em.

You- you mean you knew
buffalo bill?

I was with 'im for 4 years.

I- I mean, wh- what did you
do in the circus?

Oh, gun handlin'.
Fancy shootin', mostly.

Fancy shootin'!
Would you show me?

All right, boy, sit over there.

That'll be the best seat
in the house, right there.

An' around you is all types
of people.

They all came for the big show,
right?

An' all of a sudden, the
ringmaster comes in an' he says,

"ladies an' gentlemen!
We present to you...

The fastest gun in the west,
tip corey!"

An' I come ridin' in with cocoa
over there.

He slows down just enough

To let me kind of slide off
nice an' easy.

Then I give it one of these
here.

An' all of a sudden the crowd
kinda becomes quiet,

Then I start my tricks.

Flat spins, all kind of spins,

Little tricks to catch the eye,
everythin' like this here.

Kinda easin' in all the way,

Doin' flat spins an' everythin'
like that.

An' then, finally, the wind-up
with one o' these.

Then I start, with a nice easy
trick.

It's easy to me, but to the
audience it looks hard.

Tin can, for instance,
to start it off.

Always catches the public's eye.

An' now, for the big trick.

Every act in the circus
had a big trick to do,

Somethin' special that no one
else could do.

That's why buffalo bill
hired me, for this one.

I want you to pay attention,
boy.

Take this nail, make a mark,
right there.

Take my knife... An' I'm gonna
put a bullet hole

Right in the middle
of that mark,

Then I'm gonna put the knife
right over the bullet hole.

Now, for the last lesson-

Hold it! There won't be
any last lesson.

Get off this ranch,
an' be quick.

But pa, mr. Corey was just-

You heard me, corey. Mount up
an' get out o' here.

Certainly, mr. Mccain.

Thank you, boy, for the...
Bandage an' all.

Well... It's... All right.

I'm sorry if I overstayed my
welcome... Mr. Mccain.

Goodbye, boy.

So long.

Pa, you didn't let me explain.
It was only a circus act.

He used to be with-

Mark, tip corey is a killer.

A killer?!

Wherever he goes, he leaves
a dead man behind.

There must be 12 men lyin' in
their graves because of 'im.

Well, he said he used to be in
the buffalo bill wild west show.

Then he discovered there was
more money

In hirin' his gun out.

He draws so fast you...
You can just barely see him.

Come on, you better get
washed up.

You're supposed to help
mrs. Wingate

At the town hall tonight.

An' I've gotta go in an' hold
down micah's desk for 'im.

Yeah, I forgot about helpin'
mrs. Wingate.

You gonna be deputy marshal
tonight?

Until micah gets back.

Judge out there is preparing
to send a boy to prison.

Micah has proof he's innocent.

Oh. Pa?

Have you ever seen
corey do his circus act?

No, why?

The things he can do
with that gun.

Go on.

I'm sorry it took me so long
in comin' back, pa.

But I didn't forget about you,
not for a second.

It just took me a while
to search 'em out, that's all.

But I found 'em, pa.

I finally found 'em
an' I killed 'em.

I killed some others, too.
It just happened, pa.

I went searchin' for just them
five but...

Things just happen.

Now they call me a fast gun, a
killer, nobody askin' why.

Nobody.

An' no matter where I go, pa,
there's always somebody waitin'

For me, waitin' to make me
prove it.

An' that's all I do, pa, I just
keep proving it an' proving it

An' proving it, an' I'm
lonesome, pa!

Pa, pa, I'm lonesome.

I thought you were leavin' early
for the county court.

I, uh, I changed my mind,

So you won't have to take over
from me after all.

Because of tip corey?

Nils just told me.

Well, I'm certainly not gonna
throw my badge in the street

So he can grind it
into the dirt.

Micah, he was just blowin'
off steam.

He stopped at my place. When he
left, he was headed south.

South?

But there's nothin' beyond your
place but high butte.

That's right. That's a 5-hour
ride.

If he's comin' back this way,
which I doubt,

He won't get here before
midnight.

Micah, you've got plenty o' time

To get up to the county court
an' back.

Also, what's more important?

A boy on his way to prison
for somethin' he didn't do

Or... Standin' on your pride
against a gunslinger?

If I hustle, I can be back
by 10:00.

You know, lucas boy,
pride is a funny thing.

It can get you into trouble
dealin' with people,

But then without it,

It can get you into trouble
dealin' with yourself.

Did you take any...Spare
shells for that scatter-gun?

Oh, sure. I always carry an
extra supply in my saddlebag.

Why do you ask?

Well, I didn't see you take
any. Just wanted to remind you.

Have a good trip.

I'll tell mrs. Wingate to save
some food for you.

Tell her I'll be back
with a good appetite.

See you're wearin' the marshal's
badge, mr. Mccain.

That's right.

You gonna be wearin' that
badge at sundown?

You know what I told the marshal
about that badge, don't you?

I know.

Well, if I were you,
mr. Mccain,

I'd take that badge an'
put it back where I got it from.

You don't happen to be me,
corey.

Mr. Mccain!

Mccain, you got about an hour
to think it over.

Whether you should die
for a badge

That don't even belong
to you.

You happen to have the same
hour, corey.

I'll be movin' on, mccain,
but when I do,

I'll be lookin' down at the dirt
an' I'll be seein' that badge.

Now, whether it's pinned to your
shirt or not

Is your choice to make.
Not mine!

Mark, you go on back to the town
house 'til I come for you.

Go on, son.

Who is it?

It's me, mr. Corey.
Mark mccain.

Your pa send you to talk
to me, boy?

No, sir.

Good.

I'd hate to change my
opinion about 'im.

I just can't
understand you, mr. Corey.

My pa is only a rancher.
He never did anythin' to you.

I know he didn't.

Well, then why do you wanna
fight 'im?

I don't. I like your pa, boy.

I like a man who stands up
straight, says what he means.

It's that badge he's wearin',
an' what it means to this town.

Doesn't seem like you'd wanna
make a fool out of the town.

But... Well, that's what
you'd be doing if-

If the marshal's badge was
thrown in the dirt.

Boy, behind your ranch, on a
hill, there's a graveyard.

In that graveyard, there's
a cross up there

That has "unknown" written
on it.

I know the one you mean.

Every so often I- I pass it an'
I put some flowers on it.

You planted flowers on that
grave?

Well, it's the only gravestone
without a name on it.

I guess I've always...
Felt kinda sorry for who...

Whoever's buried there.

My pa's buried there, boy.

He was killed right out here
in the street...

By some drunken trail hands.

I'm sorry.

I was seven.

We rode into town an' we saw
these drunken trail hands.

They were... Funnin' with a
young indian girl.

Said to me, he said,

"boy, you go over to the
marshal's office an' you...

You fetch 'im."

When I went over there... I got
the marshal out, all right.

He took one look at what was
going on,

And he turned around an'... Went
right back into the office.

Them drunken trail hands...
They killed 'im.

They knew there was nobody
gonna stop them

From doing what they wanted
to do, so they killed my pa.

But that was a long time ago.

An' if you're blamin' micah,
well, he wasn't here.

An' my pa wasn't here, either.

But the law was here.

My pa believed in that law.

Because he believed, he died.

But I found them, boy,
an' I killed them.

Now there's only one thing left.

The marshal's badge!

My pa will never throw
that- that badge in the street.

He's got too much pride.

Please, mr. Corey, you-
you're so good with that gun,

I don't want nothin' to happen
to my pa.

Please!

You- you better go, boy.

Boy, thank you for plantin'
the flowers on the grave.

They never took. I don't know
why but... They just never grew.

Maybe they never grew because
he wanted you to come back

An' plant some more.

Mr. Mccain, I don't think you
can out-shoot me, do you?

I don't know, an' I'm not
anxious to find out.

Why are you goin' up against me?

Because I don't believe
in compromising principles.

I can't compromise principles,
either.

I came in town for one thing,
that badge you're wearin'.

One last bit of
unfinished business.

I wonder about your principles,
corey.

I think you came into to this
town lookin' for an excuse

To kill, any excuse just to add
another name to that long list.

No, you're wrong, mr. Mccain.

The trouble is that eventually
that long list

Starts to ride with you.

Corey, I doubt that anyone
asks to face your gun.

So it seems to me,
when you use it,

It's your choice, not theirs.

Mr. Mccain, what does it
mean to you?

I mean, throwin' that badge into
the dirt, it's a symbol,

Pick it up when I'm gone.

But it's important to me,
mr. Mccain,

Very, very important.

What have you got to lose?

You've got everythin' that
I've ever wanted.

You've got a son, a home,
friends.

All I've got is my reputation.

Mr. Mccain, let me leave
this town

With what little I came in with.

I can't back down now,
not if I wanna go on livin'.

I have to live with myself
too, corey.

Mr. Mccain, I'm gonna go to the
livery and... Get my horse.

I'm gonna come back out,
I'm gonna call you outside.

Then I'm gonna have to kill you.

Marshal mccain, I'm waitin'
for that badge you're wearin'!

Unpin it, mccain, unpin it an'
let it drop on the dirt

Or so help me you'll drop with
it still pinned to your shirt.

That's the only way you'll
get it in the dirt, corey,

By droppin' me with it. But
somebody else will pick it up.

That's the one thing you don't
understand.

There'll always be somebody
around

To pick up for what's right.

You mean somebody pickin' up
that badge?

Mccain, you got a lot
to learn about this world.

When this is all over an' you're
lyin' in the dirt,

That tin star will be shinin'
white hot.

It'll be much too hot for
anybody to touch.

An' when you're lyin' there in
the dirt, mccain,

I want you to look around,
take one look,

An' you tell me who'll pick
it up!

Nobody, mccain, not a soul.

Go ahead, mccain, go ahead an'
ask 'em!

Ask 'em who'll pick up the
badge!

I'll pick it up!

Maybe not right away, but
someday, somewhere,

I'll- I'll pick it
up an' I'll come after you.

Won't be for a long time yet,
but someday...

Someday you're gonna see that
badge again,

An' I'll be behind it.

So you just be ready, mr. Corey,
you hear?

Cuz someday, somewhere-

Mark, stand back, son.

A long time ago, on this
very spot, I-

I said words very much
like that.

Corey: I'm callin' you, mccain.

Don't do it!

You were slow.

A man gets tired, mccain.

Flowers?

All right.

Pa!

Flowers?

I-I know what he meant, pa.

The flowers didn't die out, pa.

Maybe they'll keep on growin'
this time.

I'm sure they will.

There's somethin' I sure
don't understand.

Mr. Corey talked so nice
sometimes, like...

Like he maybe liked everyone,
like he wanted to make friends.

How come he only did things
that didn't make him happy?

Sometimes a man comes to a
fork in the road,

Stumbles over a little stone,
gets himself mixed up

An' takes the wrong road.

Somebody once said, "there
but for the grace of god go I."