The Rebel

I will have the gun, senor.

Wait a minute, I didn't know I was in Mexico.

I'll turn around.

The gun, senor.

The butt first.

Ha!

Carlos!

My name's Yuma, Johnny Yuma.

New hand working for Tom Bixby.

Many Yaqui stole some of our horses

and we were trying to trail 'em.

Lost sight of my partner.

I didn't know I'd crossed into Mexico.

You will ride with us, senor.

Now wait a minute, I didn't have any choice.

Nor do you have one now.

We can go and wait for the doctor at my ranch.

If my son loses his arm I'll kill you.

That's right, your life for his arm.

I refuse to live like this.

But the plans have been read in church, the preparations.

Will have to be put off.

But why?

There is someone else?

I love Felipe, but I want to become the mother

of his children, not the widow of a matador.

Oh, no, no, Maria, I need you.

I lost one son to the Amarillo bulls.

It is sacrifice enough.

I cannot live as you have, Dona Rosa.

I have seen your face the days Felipe has gone

with Don Juan to work with the bulls.

And I have died with you a day at a time.

But Felipe is a gentle man.

He wants to be a teacher in a great university.

He's not a matador.

But he's an Amontillo.

Now, take him to his room.

Maria.

How bad, Juan?

Was it el toro?

No, he was shot, by him.

Go to Felipe, he'll need some bandages.

Maria, take him some broth.

Juan!

Yes, yes, yes, I sent Rafael for Dr. Beranzi.

Here, Felipe, this will warm you.

I don't need any soup, mama, only Maria.

Once a month I'll get hurt just to have you nurse me.

Please, Felipe.

I was only joking.

Maria?

See, it's not so bad, I can still hold you.

The doctor will be here soon.

How do you feel now, my son?

It is always good to be home, papa.

Thank God it's only his arm, I was afraid...

That Beranzi is late in coming.

That man, Senor Yuma, why was he brought here?

I told you, he shot Felipe.

But Felipe said it was an accident.

He's alive, isn't that enough?

With the possibility of losing an arm.

The arena is not a place for a cripple, Rosa.

Maybe Felipe is not for the arena.

Let him live his own life, Juan.

You gamble with death, senor.

Only if there's a chance of winning.

Are you afraid to die?

When there's no reason, yeah.

You're not like one of us, I'm disappointed in you.

I thought of you as a man of courage.

Juan, el medico.

Move your fingers, Felipe.

Doctor, will he be able to use his arm again?

In time, Don Juan, by a miracle.

A quarter of an inch more and...

How long before he can hold a muleta again?

A few weeks if there's no infection.

Do you hear that?

Felipe, you'll be ready for the Great Corrida in Spain.

Ready as his brother was.

Drink this, it will ease the pain and help you sleep.

Let him rest, Don Juan.

I'll be back in the morning.

Lopez.

You may go, Senor Yuma.

I hold no malice.

Wait, it is many miles to Texas

and night is not the time to travel.

Stay and in the morning we will look

for Mr. Bixby's horses and my bull, eh?

I'm an early riser.

Bueno, sunrise then.

Come, we dine in an hour.

I'll be ready for the Great Corrida in Spain.

To Felipe, who will one day make

the great arena ring with the name of Amontillo.

To his good health, senor.

In the morning I will show you the Amontillo bulls.

They are different from those half-wild cattle

that Mr. Bixby raises and far more dangerous.

A longhorn's a mean fighter.

Oh yes, but like all wild things they charge

only when they're cornered or wounded.

A true fighting bull will charge anything alive.

Oh, don't go, Maria.

No more talking of bulls for tonight, I promise.

Will you excuse me, Dona Rosa?

Oh, come, come, come now.

Let's have a toast to Felipe and you.

May she bear him many children.

Sons to honor the name of Amontillo.

What is wrong with Maria?

She came today to tell Felipe she will not marry him.

Forgive the bad manners.

Thank you for your hospitality, senora.

Excuse me.

I said she will not marry Felipe.

You do not ask why?

It means nothing to you?

Why?

Because she does not want to be the wife of a matador.

Is he not good enough for her?