The Rebel

Get a doctor.

I'll do my best Mister.

I'll get you a doctor.

Where's the Doc, boy.

Doc ain't in son.

- You know where he is? - Yeah.

- Well where is he? - What's the trouble?

Some people in a shack about a mile that way.

I think they're dyin'.

Oh, yeah, they come out about three weeks ago.

Are they down the holler?

Yeah, but where's the doc, he better come quick.

Uh, what they look like, symptoms?

I don't know, but they're bad off I can see that.

Well now, try and think.

Just what did they look like?

Was they sweatin'?

Yeah, sweatin', pale, moaning'.

Where's the Doc?

Hey just a minute son.

Was their faces all kind of squinched up?

I don't know, I reckon so.

Well we're wastin' an awful lot of time.

- Was you in that cabin? - That's right.

How long?

A couple, three minutes.

- Did you touch 'em? - Yeah.

Son, I'm gonna give you the friendliest piece

of advice you ever had.

Get out of town and keep on goin'

and don't tell another soul what you just told me.

- What are you talkin' about? - Diptheria.

You're outta your head.

Last year we had an epidemic.

And I wish you had a dollar

for every man, woman and child that we buried.

Oh, there's one thing we know about in this town,

it's diptheria.

Now get on your horse boy and ride!

I want the Doc!

Son.

Folks in this town go out of their minds you say diptheria.

There's no tellin' what they'd do.

Get on your horse, mount up and ride.

What's the matter Mr. Bussy?

- Where's the Doc! - Well he,

Don't talk to him Sam.

Now back up now, don't go near him.

Mr. Bussy, if the boy's sick,

Diptheria.

Will you please tell me where the Doctor is!

There's a family out there in the hollow,

a little girl's dyin'.

What's the trouble here Mr. Bussy.

Diptheria, I'm tryin' to get him out of here.

You just can't turn me away.

You heard what he said, get!

Good, Ed.

Bet you're real God fearin' folk aren't ya.

Come on.

Ed, close down the store and get the kerosene.

Sam, you'd better get the Sheriff.

Yeah.

Oh, Doctor.

He's comin' don't worry.

My horses, gone.

Ran off.

Couldn't ride to town.

Oh, it's gonna be all right.

Just sit still.

Everything's gonna be all right, honey.

Boy, you still in there?

Son!

You still in that shack you better come out.

We're a committee up here, law abidin' people.

We come to do what the army taught us to do.

What are you gonna do?

Burn out the contamination.

Now come on outta there.

You think we like this, Mister?

We got kids of our own.

But those people are dead

and we mean to do something about it.

They're alive I tell ya.

Bring one of them people out.

I come out you put a hole in me.

We ain't murderers, I'm the Sheriff.

We just want to see is them folks dead.

Poor kid.

He's fevered with the sickness.

Look at them buzzards.

Come on Amy, just move a little.

You gotta do somethin' honey.

Open your eyes just a little bit.

You gotta cry honey!

I'm afraid she's gone boys.

You gotta show 'em up there.

You gotta show 'em you're still alive.

They want to hurt you baby.

That could be my little Mattie.

You gotta move honey!

She's alive Sheriff, believe me, she's alive!

Please get the Doctor!

No don't, don't come up here.

Come on out young fella, those people are dead.

We know diptheria boy.

There ain't nothing the Doc can do, they're dead.

Well I'm alive!

I tell you what son, you clear out of there

and one of us will go get the Doc.

I'm just stayin' right here til he comes.

That's an awful thing to see.

Them buzzards will be done in the cabin right now

but for him bein' in there.

So one of us could take the torch 'round to the side.

And if he's fool enough to stay in,

why, that's his business.

Oh, I sure hate that idea.

I hate it too Sam.

There's one thing that I hate more.

To see us put the torch to our own houses again.

Dead wagon rollin' day and night,

the air black with smoke and the screamin' of women.

I hate that a lot more.

Well the town sent us out here to do a job.

Who's goin' down there.

You mean you want us to go down there?

It's contamination down there.

That's a scatter gun in his hand Mr. Bussy.

All right.

I'll do it.

Oh wait a minute.

Maybe we should get the Doc here.

Doc is birthin' Sarah Jo's baby.

He won't leave her.

And that's an hours ride each way.

Let me go find him and see.

No good Sam.

Suppose he did come here.

Would we send him down to that cabin?

Get contaminated his own self?

Ab, you comin'?

The kid means business.

You hurt?

No.

Looks like a stand off.

Boys, get that wagon and fill it with hay.

Hold it.

Billy said something about diptheria.

Yeah, them squatters down there.

All dead.

The boy in the shack got it too.

Won't come out.

What's that wagon for.

Well we're gonna set her ablaze and push her down.

Ain't nobody cravin' to go down there you know.

Hey, that boy's got a scatter gun.

Hello!

Hello all day.

I want the Doc.

I am the Doctor.

You're the Doc, come on down.

Got some mighty sick people here.