The Rebel

Here they come!

They're comin'!

Gentlemen!

Ha ha.

Well, this is hardly the Denver Opera House, but it will do.

Tickets for my performance tonight

will be on sale at the box office.

One dollar and a quarter per admission.

However, those of you wishing to obtain

seats at this moment may do so from Miss Revere

at the special advance price of $1.00 only.

My program tonight will conclude

with my celebrated portrayal of the infamous Lady Macbeth.

Ha ha ha!

However, as usual, I shall require the assistance

of a gentleman in my Shakespearean presentation.

No thespian experience is required.

However, a modicum of intelligence

and sensitivity is demanded.

You.

You, young man.

Would you care to attempt treading the boards with me?

Well, I...

You may well find our association memorable, Mr., um...

Yuma, Johnny Yuma.

Oh.

- Mr. Yuma. - Yes, ma'am.

Well, then, what do you say?

I don't know, I kinda figured

to be around lookin' for work.

I'm broke past the bar.

Oh, you'll be suitably compensated, of course.

Well, then?

I doubt you'll have any such opportunity again, young man.

I guarantee you an experience you'll not find in any book.

Is that so?

All right, I'll try it.

Splendid!

Excuse me, Miss Langley,

I'm not so sure about this bein' an actor.

Why don't you use your driver?

Hah.

When he doesn't drive, he drinks.

Besides, we made a bargain, young man.

Don't dawdle out there, girl.

Those are your sides, Mr. Yuma.

You will portray the doctor.

It's a small part, but a challenging one.

And this is Miss Ruth Revere, my protege.

She will assay the gentle lady in waiting.

Would you find that costume later, child?

Now, the scene is the anteroom of the castle.

You will begin.

Will you sit down, girl?

Mr. Yuma, it is you who begins our little dramatization.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I have two nights watched with you, but can perceive...

To your companion, Mr. Yuma, please.

You have met.

Yes, ma'am.

I have two nights watched with you,

but can perceive no truth in your report.

When was it she last walked?

Lo,

here she comes.

And upon my life,

fast asleep.

How came she by that candle?

Why, it stood by her.

She has light by her continually.

'Tis her command.

Her eyes are open.

Aye.

But their sense is shut.

What is it she does now?

Look how she rubs her hands.

It is an accustomed action with her,

to seem thus washing her hands.

Yet here's a spot.

Hark, she speaks.

Out, damned spot!

Out, I say!

One,

two,

why, then, 'tis time to do it.

Hell is murky!

Fie, my lord, a soldier, and afeared?

What need we fear who knows it,

when none can call our power to account?

Yet who would have thought the old man

to have so much blood in him?

Do you mark that?

Go.

Go, you have heard what you should not.

She has spoken what she should not.

The thane of Fife had a wife.

Where is she now?

Oh, will these hands ne'er be clean?

Here's the smell of blood still.

All the perfumes of Arabia cannot sweeten this little hand.

Oh,

oh,

oh, look not so pale.

I tell you, Banquo's buried.

He cannot come out on his grave.

To bed.

To bed, there's knocking at the gate.

Come.

Come, come, give me your hand.

What's done cannot be undone.

To bed.

To bed.

To bed.

I think but dare not speak.

She has amazed my sight.

Foul whisperings are abroad.

Unnatural deeds.

And so

goodnight.

Ten.

Who is it?

Johnny Yuma.

Just a moment.

All right, you may enter.

Well, thank you, young man.

And may I say many a more experienced actor

might envy your distinct natural ability.

Thank you.

And

thanks for the use of the costume.

Um,

Miss Langley, uh...

Goodness knows the stage does need young blood.

Oh, the theater's in a bad state, Mr. Yuma.

At a very bad pass indeed.

Um, Miss Langley, you mentioned something about pay.

Ah, yes, yes,

I did say something about suitable compensation,

yes, didn't I?

Well now, let me see.

Ah.

It's autographed and should prove

a priceless memento someday.

Well, uh,

I'm very honored, Miss Langley.

But that's not my understanding of suitable compensation.

Oh, but the experience you gained tonight...

Has been delightful,

but has nothing to do with the pay you promised.

Well, I see I was wrong.

You have little or no artistic instinct.

You're a mercenary clod.

Thank you.

Miss Langley, if I wasn't broke,

I wouldn't ask you for the money.

Miss Langley.

You keep out of this, child.

You value yourself too highly, young man.

I value myself and my worth, and I'm sure you do too.

Besides, we made a bargain.

Miss Langley, you could always...

When I want the advice of a puling infant,

I'll ask for it.

No!

What kind of a woman are you?

My expenses have been high,

and tonight's performance was not a financial success!

That's a lie.

I don't mean to hurt you, Miss Langley.

You just keep your hands real still, young fella.

What is the meaning of this?

You get out of my wagon immediately.

Can't, Miss Langley.

I gotta take you with me, all of you.

Look, mister, you're drunk.

Why don't you go home and sleep it off?

You just be quiet.

You all gotta come with me for a while.

We are going nowhere.

I have a performance in Laramie tomorrow night,

and I have never missed a performance.

You turn around.

Move!

Now, you gotta come with me, so you're comin'.

He hit you on the head.

He sure did.

Where's Miss Langley?

Out in front.

That man's got a gun pointed at her.

How long we been movin'?

Half an hour, maybe less.

I'm not very good at guessing.

I think I can kick that door open.

Get you outta here.

Without you?

I couldn't leave Miss Langley alone.

I can't leave her either.

Why?

She's a miserable, rock-hard woman.

I know, but I can't leave her.