The Rebel

You might just as well turn that gun

on yourself, Reb.

'Cause mister, killing our sheriff,

you're the same as dead now.

Now, you heard what I said, Reb.

You're dead.

I heard ya, Leach.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Plain case of self-defense, prima facie.

Heh, Flint won't think so, Reb.

Don't pay any attention to him, boy.

Leach is just afraid he might have to go to work.

That's something he never cottoned to.

Flint's gonna have to go to work, too.

Finding his brother's killer.

Now, look.

I saw him gun down the sheriff.

And I saw the sheriff force it.

The whole street saw it.

He was out of his head with liquor.

Goaded the boy, here, into a draw.

You must be a very fine shot, senor.

One little bullet...

Mr. Yuma.

He's been asking for it ever since I can remember.

Well, I suppose you feel mighty proud of yourself.

Martha.

Shooting a man makes you better?

Makes me sorry, but alive.

Oh, do you grow two feet tall every time

you use a gun, do ya?

Martha, that's enough.

Yes, it's enough.

We've had enough violence.

Don't mind my wife.

Martha, he couldn't have done anything else.

There's always something else.

Thou shalt not kill.

Nobody has to kill.

Nobody, ever.

Maybe I shoulda turned my other cheek.

Nobody's faulting you, boy.

Anyway, it shows somebody has some backbone.

That was alright, son.

Water.

More.

That's no drink for a man's that's done

what you just did.

It's on the house.

They're all on the house, boys.

Come on boys, drink up, drink up, drink up.

What do you say, Tony?

He got my vote.

Bailiff?

I'm all for it.

So, it's decided.

Right.

Johnny.

Go on, don't let me stop your fun.

Johnny now, you ain't leavin' southern boy.

Now, this is your party, I'd enjoy was I you.

You're not me.

'Cause it'll be your last.

Know why?

'Cause Flint's probably heard about his brother Billy.

Get outta my way.

Oh, I'll get, southern boy, but don't you push me around.

Now, you may be the bull in the pasture to them,

but not to me.

Get out!

You reckon your pretty good with that iron now, don't ya?

Well there's them that's good,

and there's them that's better

and that's what Flint is, better,

and you're gonna find that out, southern boy.

Johnny, we'd like to talk to you in the back room.

Come on.

Sit down.

Well, what's on your mind?

You've only been around these parts a little while.

You don't know what this town's been through, boy.

Billy, there, wasn't our law.

He wasn't appointed or elected or anything else.

One day Billy and his brother Flint rode into town.

You know who Flint is?

Yeah, I heard of him.

Well, Flint rode into town and says,

"Who's the sheriff?"

"I am." said Harry.

"Not anymore, you're not." said Flint.

He took off Harry's badge and stuck it on Billy,

so Billy was sheriff, but from that day to this

I don't think Billy's been 15 feet

from inside that bar there.

Yeah, and never paid for a drink.

Him nor Leach.

I seen him walk into Tom's place, here.

Pick a brand-new Carson saddle off the rack,

walk out with it.

Blankets and spurs, saddles and bits

and never a penny.

Lived like a medieval monarch,

with the same privileges.

You ever see any of our women around town alone

while Billy was here?

What are telling me all this for?

We want you.

For what?

Sheriff.

Like Leach told ya, whoever takes Billy,

sooner or later he's got to take Flint.

Sheriff?

We've seen what you can do.

You're what we want.

You're what we need.

Dollar and a quarter a day,

almost a much as a trail boss.

Four bits more than Simmons has been paying you now.

It isn't the money.

I'm no sheriff.

This town's learned a lot in the last two years, Johnny.

From now on, it's gonna be different.

We'll all be behind ya.

We been waiting for the right time and the right man.

Look, when I signed up with Simmons,

I told him that as soon as the roundup

and the brandin' was over, I was pullin' out.

Thanks for the offer.

By the mails of the United States of America.

Si, Papa, it is beautiful.

This is our sign, ahito.

This make us truly businessmen with pride.

Jose and Rudi Sacamona,

barbers of the United States of America.

Senor.

Your cheek must hurt.

That man there, that's Flint.

He's gonna bury Billy and then he's coming back to see you.

Now Flint, he's twice the man that Billy was.

Lean and mean and he ain't careless.

He's a thinker.

You killed his brother.

Get it.

Get out.

Look, I been all over town this morning.

I know.

Yeah, well then maybe you know that the hotel

wants my room and that Toomey's too busy

to shoe my horse and that the restaurant

suddenly ran out of food when I sat down.

If I was to come into your place, Jose,

would you give me a haircut?

See?

I would, senor.

You're the only one, Rudi.

What's the matter with you people?

I just don't wanna be sheriff.

Is there a law against not wanting to be the law?

Why me anyhow?

I don't even live here.

It ain't that, Johnny.

Well, then you be sheriff.

Flint was all over town this morning, too.

He said anybody had anything to do with you,

he'd kill 'em.

How long are you gonna crawl for?