All language subtitles for The Rifleman S04E27 Guilty Conscience

Did you get it, huh?
Did you get- you- oh.

It didn't arrive, pa.

Well, I guess we'll have to wait
for the afternoon stage, son.

Hmm! A lady can't show herself
in public these days,

Without being... Insultified.

Hab! Hab?

Yeah, ma?

Get out, can't you?

I was sleepin'.

Don't just lay there.

I didn't do it on purpose.

Leave the boy be.

He's a good boy, he'll flesh out
some, soon as he starts shavin'.

Won't you, dear?

Whatever you say, ma.

Coachman: Hyah!

Ay pobrecita!

Bring her in the hotel, I will
cut her corset strings.

Pobrecita! Stay out!
Stay out!

Where do you think
you're going?!

Ay pobrecita!

You all stay out there,
you you can't come in here!

Bien, go, go, out, out!

Pobrecita, I- I fix right away.

Don't worry, I fix. Ha.

Ah caramba! What pressure!

What are you carvin'?

A link chain.

I- I'm mark mccain.

Howdy, hab carreway. Hab'kuk.

hab'kuk?

That's what she'd call me after
pa snuck out on us. Hab'kuk.

Name like that, you must
really have a time in school.

It's learned me box fightin'.

I could whup lots of growed men,
if it wasn't my elders.

I wonder what hit that poor
lady.

Fits. Had a cat once,
ran clear off the wall.

No, that lady didn't have
any fits.

Her? Indoors, she'd crawl
right across the ceilin'.

You know, they've been
in there a long time.

Maybe we oughta go in.

Two women with a chance to
feel sorry for each other,

It's better than whiskey
for 'em.

What do you know about women?

Enough to have stayed single.

You're sour grapes on 'em.

Me?

I love the little critters, for
cookin' an' washin' my shirts.

An' that's the way
I wanna keep it.

Poor woman, she's had a
terrible experience.

Indians?!

Much worse! A husband!

Ay pobrecito.

She's all right now, son.

Come here to your mother,
hab'kuk.

That there is the father
who abandoned you,

On your birth night.

You said what, ma'am?

Norman ambrose carreway,
my lawful wedded husband,

That I've stood by faithful and
true goin' on 16 year,

An' given 'im a fine son, too.

How could you do it to us,
norman?

We've searched this wide
wary world,

But the closest we ever gained
on you

Was the print of a boot heel,
on the bank of the river healer,

With the water slowly
seepin' into it.

Me? She's talkin' about me?

Well, you all know me?

My name isn't norman,
I'm old micah torrance,

Your elected marshal.

Alias ambrose dicky, alias
dick hickey.

Alias major pantoo,
alias charmin' billy.

He was charmin', too.

Oh, norman, there ain't no need
for you

To go on lyin' an' perjurin'.

In this here bosom, you'll only
find wifely forgiveness.

But I- I never saw this
woman before.

Ay, mentiroso! You are liar!

Is not yet two minutes, I hear
you call this poor orphan, son.

But I call every young man,
son.

Charmer, old buddy, maybe
you better let me explain.

Well, I'd sure be obligated
to you, lucas.

One thing first. Are you, so
help you, guilty or not guilty?

Well, uh, to the best of my
knowledge an' recollection.

To the best of your-

Look, ma'am, the marshal
is a little shaken.

Maybe we oughta discuss this
tomorrow,

In his office about 10:30?

Nice an' friendly, we'll thresh
it out?

One thing's workin' for you,
norman.

Nobody's brought up the subject
of lynchin', so far.

-Norman!
-Come on, son.

Hello, abigail.

You, uh, sub-let to these
animals?

Cats are always welcome.
They appreciate comfort.

Oh, I... Must get this fixed
someday.

There.

Hello, little mother?

You... There you are.

You know, micah, the way
I see it,

This woman is an adventuress.

She's cold, she's smart and
she's ruthless.

She picked your name out of a
hat, she rented that boy

From an orphanage an' she's
here to shake the bushes.

Hmm. What can she shake
me for, my wealth?

Political pull? Social position?

Of course, there's always the
charmin' billy angle.

Oh, it's not you. That's some
filthy lie she made up.

So sure of it, eh?

You know, lucas, you must try
to understand,

There actually are certain men
who have this mysterious power

Over the female sex.

And we don't lose it, just
because we live to be after 40.

Well, may I ask, ma'am,

Where this alleged marriage
took place?

Me an' norman was joined in
wedlock at massacree, texas.

16 years ago, come October.

And our son was born the
followin' year, July 30.

Well, that would seem
to settle it,

As soon as we get a peak at that
lone star marriage voucher.

My husband can tell you what
become of my marriage lines.

All printed up so pretty,
an' at the fee of one dollar,

Paid by me.

Oh, norman!
I tried to be understandin',

But why did you set the house
afire when you was leavin'?!

Me? I never!

Set the house on fire?!

Mister, them flames was bustin'
right through the roof,

An' me an' hab'kuk busted
out, with a stove-ax!

Old man: Anybody got a rope?!

All right, quiet, folks! Quiet!

I'm sure it's real kind of you,
offerin' to lynch my husband

For me, but how'd that get my
poor boy his pa back?

Supposin' we just leave that up
to norm's conscience

For a few days?

Then if he still ain't
got one,

Me an' hab'kuk will go away
an' never bother him no more.

Not in this life, anyways.

Mr. Mccain.

At least your manners has
politened, normy.

Pobrecita.

Well, charmer boy,

You really have her eatin' out
of your hand.

Man must have been a fool,
desertin' a woman like her.

Really wasn't you then, huh?

That's what teases me, lucas.

As near as I can figure,

I was in texas about the time
she mentions.

Near as you can figure?

Well, you forget that, uh,
for almost 22 years

I never drank much less than
a quart of whiskey a day,

So my memories o' that stretch
are, naturally, a little spotty.

So you could be her husband?

Deserted her, too. But as far
as settin' a house on fire-

I'm glad we can cross that off.

Lucas, if you desert me,
I won't have a friend left.

I'll tack these up for you.

Believe it or not, I still
have duties to perform.

I've gotta ride out a piece,
I'll be back for supper.

Hello, son.

What are those, pa?

Now these are-
now, don't you start teasin' me,

That you wanna tack these up
on the bulletin board.

Are those wanted posters?

Yeah.

Oh, gosh, pa, why not? Let me
hang them up, please?

Hmm. Oh... All right then, here.

Gee, thanks.

And uh, now you can sit back
an' catch your 40 winks

In micah's armchair.

Pa! Pa, come here, hurry!

What did you do,
smash your thumbs?

What is it?

Micah!

Why, ma'am, what's this?

No man with my brand on 'im
lives in a skunk hole.

When I went to fix your supper,

There was a batch of kittens
in the oven.

Smells mighty good.

Ought to, it's your favorite
supper, spring lamb stew.

How do you know that, ma'am?

Oh, now, norman, there's
certain of a man's tastes

An' preferences that a married
woman don't forget too soon.

And quit callin' me ma'am.

My name's leota, as you know
quite well.

Would, uh, lee, do?

Always has, in private that is.

Hab? What are you doin' up
there?

Sittin'.

Seen the marshal around, son?

You got visitors, pa.

Howdy, lucas? Mark?

Been wonderin' if somethin'
happened to you.

No problems now.

Son, go check the horses.

Evenin', mr. Mccain.

So what are you up to here?

Well, you were right there
with me.

The whole town insistin' that
I'm a husband an' father,

What's my opinion against
so many?

And conditions aren't so bad.

You'll have to excuse my bare
toes, my, uh,

My socks are in the wash boiler.

A wash boiler.

An' the lady is waitin'.

Hey, micah, you know a gun
slapper named walt hacklock?

Yes, by reputation.

I understand he's been workin'
in stud city recently.

The law leaves him alone?

Oh, yes, he's old, past his
prime, just, uh,

Sticks to shavin' cards
an' petty gamblin'.

Well, like I said, if north fork
needs any law tonight,

They'll find the marshal
in the spare jail cell.

Hmm. Good place for him.

Oh, hab, I, uh, I wanna thank
you for mendin' the bed.

Oh, that's all right.

Now you know that's-that's
mighty handsome whittlin'.

Only body I ever seen could
match it

Was a lifer in galveston
penitentiary.

Maybe he didn't have no pa
neither... Pa.

You don't mind stayin' alone
a couple of nights?

Course not.

You know, son, this just
could be micah.

Not if we are his friends.

Well, as you get older,
things don't stay that simple,

I'm sorry to say.

Yeah, but- well, once you
bring back her real husband

From stud city, then we can
quit worryin'.

I hope you're right.

Well, have a good trip, pa.

I don't fancy you lookin' over
my shoulder, stranger?

I'm not interested in your
poker hand, mister,

I'm lookin' for
norman ambrose carreway.

Alias walt hacklock.

An' who might you be? You long,
lanky, ornary-lookin'-

I'm the fella holdin' this
gun on you... And it's loaded.

Don't you know it ain' polite or
mannerly to behave so unfriendly

To a man you ain't
even been introduced to?

This will do for an
introduction, mister.

And get that hand back
on the table.

What's your pleasure, mister?

I'm bringin' you in,
and it's no pleasure.

Now just a minute,
long drawers.

What makes you imagine
you can deliver me?

That answer you?

Very interesting.

But you just made your last
bullet.

If that's your hunch,
draw to it.

Oh, I don't like the look
in them eyes.

You're packed, long drawers.
Mortimer?

Would you be obliged enough
to de-gun for this gent,

He seems nervous.

Ain't you a miniature loco.

To get off from being killed
quick on Friday afternoon,

A man settles to have his neck
stretch slow on Monday mornin'.

Mortimer, get that
little utensil behind his neck.

You've been around, ain't you?

Yeah. Let's hit it.

He's asleep. He said to give
this to his pa.

He's such a
good, lovin' boy.

He's like you, lee.

When he's full growed,

I want for him to be exactly
like you, norm.

Kind and true, with a
shinin' star on his chest.

This has been happy days
an' hours,

Learnin' to know you for the man
I really believed you was.

Such a dunce I've been,
wastin' half of my years alone.

Oh, let's not remember about
that.

Dear?

When you gonna quit that
jailhouse,

An'... Really come home?

Micah?

Lucas? Is that you?

I brought a man.

What man?

Yours, ma'am.

Get on up there to her,
hacklock,

An' I oughta make you crawl.

dear lord of mercy!
It's my norm.

Leota, darlin'.

My, but the years have been
kind to you.

They spared me nothin',
norman.

'cept gettin' to hate
my boy's pa.

Leota.

Try an' forgive me,
mr. Torrance.

I so wanted you to be my norman,
I imagined you- you was.

Mr. Mccain? Ain't they just
as like as two thumbs?

Yeah, sore thumbs.

Well, I don't see any
resemblance.

Huh, me? Look like him?

What did I tell you about her,
long drawers?

Always workin' to break
down a man's self respect.

And another thing, I don't
take too kindly to a galoot

Chasin' after me wife,
the second my back is turned.

And another thing,
marshal or no marshal,

It's just a good thing for you,
I'm not in a fightin' mood.

It's a good thing for you
I'm not, either.

Ha, that kind of braggin'
don't impress me in the least,

Or me ladies, I dare say.

Maybe a punch in the nose
would.

I dare you.

Thank you kindly, marshal.

Is he hurt bad, mr. Mccain?

No, I'm afraid not, ma'am.

Dear micah, I still pray he be
like you when he's growed.

Well, this is a fine kettle
of fish,

An' I guess I know when
I'm not welcome.

Now where's my betsy horse?

Howdy, pa?

I- it's a lie.

Why, my shaver ain't no bigger
than a happy toad.

I- what's your name?

Hab'kuk.

-What?
-Hab'kuk.

Well, that ain't a name,
that's a fightin' word.

Now see here, from now on we're
goin' to call you tom.

Not thomas, not tommy, but tom.
T-o-m, you understand?

Tom.

Hmm. Well, now, it's been
awful- what's your name?

Hab'kuk.

Well, hab'kuk, it's been
awfully nice meetin' up with ya,

And see here, don't you pay no
mind to all of them rumors

The government has been
spreadin' around about me.

You ain't goin' nowheres, pa.

What's that?

This time you'll stay, an'
you do your fair share

O' listenin' to her.

You, uh, you're forgetting
yourself, tommy boy.

Now you just go on upstairs
to your mother.

Well now, now- now, thomas,
that wasn't very respectful.

My, but you- you hit like
an outlaw mule.

come here, come here.

Why, what's the matter, boy?
I wouldn't have hurt you.

I don't mind, pa.

Just one good whuppin' like the
other kids used to got.

Oh, tommy, tommy, here.

I'm goin' to tell you somethin'.

I was blind drunk
when you were born.

Been losin' me wits for three
days, an' when I heard

Squalling inside, I-
I just took off.

I must have rode 20 miles
through the dark night.

When I woke in my saddle,
I knew there was-

There was somethin' wrong,
I was afraid.

And I thought, but what am I
doin' here? I'll go back to him.

But that wasn't it.

And suddenly it came to me,

Somethin' about knockin'
a lamp over.

I turned and I run from it, boy.
And I kept on runnin'.

And even when I found out you
were both alive and trailin' me,

I just couldn't pull up,
no ways.

So you see, boy,

What good is a daddy you can't
but look down on?

But pa, at least you're
somethin' better than nothin'.

Keep saying that, boy.

Just keep sayin' that,
just keep sayin' that. Yes.

I'm obliged to you
for kidnappin' me.

I'll have some settler drive
the rig back.

Adios, tom.

Hasta la vista, mark.

Well, long drawers,
I don't deserve this.

Who does, norman?

If it's any consolement to
you, there has to be somethin'

Wrong with the woman who'd fall
in love

With such a shiftless no
count in the first place.

You think he'll stay put
this time?

He's older an' tireder, maybe
lonelier. I think he will.

Right, right! We're away. Come
on, giddy up, you beasts!

Come on.

Well, micah, at least you got
window curtains out of it.

Hey look, pa.
Hab forgot his chain.

He didn't forget that, mark,
he gave that to me.

And you know somethin'?
I'm awfully glad he did.

Pa?

Let's go home.