The Rebel

Martha Morton:
Does shooting a man make you feel better?

Johnny Yuma:
It makes me feel sorry - but alive.

Martha Morton:
We've had enough violence!

Banker Morton:
Don't mind my wife. Martha, he couldn't have done anything else.

Martha Morton:
There's always something else. "Thou shalt not kill." Nobody has to kill. Nobody. Ever.

[Yuma indicates the bloody wound on his face]

Johnny Yuma:
Maybe I should have turned the other cheek.

Sheriff:
Don't you understand? I brought back his body! Surely you must want to provide a decent burial for him.

Mrs. Cora Trask:
[laughs bitterly] You think I wanted to cry over him? Is that why you came here? Mister, I ain't got one tear left in me. You want me to dig him a hole. Sheriff, if I could get a shovel in the ground, I'd plant radishes.

[last lines]

Johnny Yuma:
The Indians did a lot worse to you than they did to her husband. Where's your hate?

Sheriff:
There's a time when hate dies and something better takes its place.

[Yuma has just killed a man in self-defense]

Johnny Yuma:
You know him, Wallace?

Wallace, Yuma's Foreman:
Sime Trask. Has a fleabite place next to Simmons'.

Johnny Yuma:
And you just stood there.

Wallace, Yuma's Foreman:
I'm your foreman, Yuma, not your nursemaid.

[Johnny hands Glory a pistol]

Johnny Yuma:
For safety.

Glory:
I couldn't hit an elephant!

Johnny Yuma:
Chances are you won't see on out here.

Al Johnson:
A hundred and twenty-five dollars.

Johnny Yuma:
A hundred and twenty-five dollars?

Al Johnson:
A hundred and ten on account for it's a used saddle.

Johnny Yuma:
And a used horse!

Al Johnson:
All right, all right. A hundred even.

Johnny Yuma:
Let me know when you get to seventy-five.

Al Johnson:
I'm there.

Johnny Yuma:
Deal?

Al Johnson:
Deal.

Glory:
This is wrong, Johnny, all wrong! Who knows if you'll even be alive tomorrow night.

Johnny Yuma:
Every day's a gamble no matter how you live.

[last lines]

Don Longdon:
Which way you headin'?

Johnny Yuma:
Southwest. I hear things are boomin' in Colorado Territory.

Don Longdon:
Think a man and his wife could get along there?

Johnny Yuma:
Well, I've been told that the right man and the right wife could get along anywhere.

Glory:
[after kissing Johnny] My gratitude is showing again.

Don Longdon:
[rubbing the bruises on his jaw that Johnny gave him] So is mine.

Johnny Yuma:
Watch out for those elephants.

[last lines]

[paraphrasing a poem written by Thomas Hood]

Johnny Yuma:
Gold, gold, gold / Right and lovely; hard and cold / Saint seducing gold.

Ben Tully:
You know, people in this town don't need guns! Now I proved that to 'em... and now I sound like an old man trying to convince himself. You know, son, I'm a newspaper man. I've travelled all over this country and seen every kind of violence and I know that if you give a man a club, well, he'll swing it. Now you take that club away from him, he'll learn how to argue. He just doesn't need the club anymore.

Johnny Yuma:
Are you sure?

Ben Tully:
Well... I was.

Walt Ashby:
[to Ted] I never told anyone about this debt. If only you had come to me before.

Johnny Yuma:
He had a gun... and with a gun people shoot first and talk later.

Maddox - Town Councilman:
You're lookin' at this wrong. If you want that gun just sit tight.

Walt Ashby:
What do you mean?

Maddox - Town Councilman:
I mean somebody's got it and he intends to use it real soon. Well, figure it out! A man don't take a gun unless he needs it. Maybe he'll wait until it gets dark - and remember this... he's got the only gun in town.

MacDonald - Town Councilman:
In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.

Johnny Yuma:
It's always easy to blame a stranger. It saves you from blamin' yourselves.

Walt Ashby:
You're not making it any easier, Ben.

Ben Tully:
I don't plan to! Look, one gun was bad enough - then you had to have yours and now everybody in town is strapping on their holsters.

Walt Ashby:
It couldn't be helped. A man has a right to protect himself! We told you we'd give the guns back.

Ben Tully:
Will you... or will you just get used to them again?

Mrs. Martha Lassiter:
I'm sure you understand my curiosity about how you and he happened to be together at the time of his death.

Johnny Yuma:
Well, his company was outnumbered; his men started to retreat, but he forged ahead like the whole war depended on him. I was closest when he fell. I could tell by the look on his face that there was something he had to say to someone, anyone. That's when he asked me to come here. No need for me to tell you what kind of a soldier your son was. That monument speaks plainer than words.

Mrs. Martha Lassiter:
I'm very grateful. It's as if part of Phillip has been returned to me. If you only you could have fought shoulder to shoulder instead of face to face.

Beth Lassiter:
I can't spend another day in that house. I'm leaving.

Johnny Yuma:
Beth, this your home; these are your people.

Beth Lassiter:
Lassister House isn't a home anymore - it's a private graveyard filled with a mother's memory of a dead son and I'm not going to spend the rest of my life chained to that memory.

[speaking to a photograph of her son, now deceased]

Mrs. Martha Lassiter:
I've tried, Phillip. I tried so hard, even though I knew what you were really like inside. I've known ever since you were a boy. I can't protect you anymore, Phillip.

[last lines]

[after watching the monument to her son, now disgraced, being dragged away, Mrs. Lassister turns to her estranged daughter]

Mrs. Martha Lassiter:
Beth...

Beth Lassiter:
Mother.

[cut to a shot of Johnny Yuma solemnly standing before the monument of Corporal Phillip Lassiter his Confederate cap in his hand]

Jess Kirby:
Reb, you picked the worst day of the year to come here. Take my advice and drift.

Johnny Yuma:
Just visitin'.

Jess Kirby:
You visit someplace else. I'm trying to clean up this street.

Johnny Yuma:
That's a lot of statue. This town must be pretty proud of him.

Jess Kirby:
Proud enough to call a holiday once a year. That way we don't forget who caused his death.

Johnny Yuma:
That's part of a soldier - like a uniform.

Jess Kirby:
I advised you to clear out... now I'm tellin' ya. Mount up and ride south across the line.

Johnny Yuma:
There aren't any more lines. We're on the same side now. Gives me the right to pay my respects.

Johnny Yuma:
This is real fine livin'.

Beth Lassiter:
The work is hard. There won't be much time for anything else.

Johnny Yuma:
I've earned a lot less for doin' a lot more.

[Johnny has been washing his face in a horse trough after a long walk through the desert]

Bart:
Hey you, Reb. Hey you, Reb! This here water is for horses; it ain't for no jackass.

[Johnny finds his father's deputy drunk in a jail cell]

Johnny Yuma:
Come on, let's get some coffee in you and get this place straightened up before Pa gets back.

Jess:
John, you should have come back sooner.

Johnny Yuma:
Jess, what's wrong with you? What's happened to this town? Where's my Pa? Where's my Pa?

Jess:
Oh, Johnny...

Johnny Yuma:
Jess, where's my Pa!

[cut to shot of a gravestone reading "Ned Yuma:
1820-1867]

[discussing the death of Johnny's father]

Johnny Yuma:
Did they shoot him in the back?

Jess:
They didn't have to - there were enough of 'em in front of him.

Johnny Yuma:
Was he alone?

[Jess doesn't reply]

Johnny Yuma:
Why was he alone?

Jess:
You don't understand how it happened.

Johnny Yuma:
I understand. Where was the rest of the town? All his friends? Where were you... Deputy?

Jess:
Where were you, Johnny? The war's been over for more than a year.

Johnny Yuma:
Has it? Well, there's different kinds of wars. There's wars that don't end just 'cause a white flag goes up or somebody signs a piece of paper? There's wars that go on inside.

Johnny Yuma:
If you leave everybody else will.

Elmer Dodson:
There's just the quick and the dead with Dolph Pierce in between. The jackals will inherit the Earth - at least this part of it - and they're welcome to it.

Johnny Yuma:
I remember something you wrote in your paper - something about for everybody there's a time to decide... that's when the brave man chooses and the coward steps aside.

Elmer Dodson:
John, I read those letters you wrote your father. They were cool, but beautifully expressive. You know, you could be a writer.

Johnny Yuma:
I wanted to say things the way you did.

Elmer Dodson:
After all my brave words, I ought to be ashamed, but they smashed my press; promised to smash my head and I don't want my head smashed so I'm not staying. I looked at death and trembled. I'm sorry if my brave words have misled you.

Emmy:
What did he ever do for you? He cared more for honor and duty and the law than he did for his own family.

Johnny Yuma:
You never thought about anything but your own skins.

Emmy:
Why did you run away a dozen times before you were fifteen years old? Why did you go to war - to fight for a cause? Why you didn't know what a cause was. It was just another kind of running away. Well, why don't you keep on running? All you can do around here is make trouble for the rest of the town.

Elmer Dodson:
[to Johnny] You've got a lot to see. I think one day you'll have a lot to say, but you can't write it unless you've lived it. Maybe that was my mistake.

[last lines]

Jess:
Where will you go?

Johnny Yuma:
Here and there. It doesn't matter.

Jess:
Johnny...

[hands Johnny a sawed-off shotgun]

Jess:
It was your Pa's.

Johnny Yuma:
Thanks. And Jess - I don't think that badge is a bit heavy for ya.

[first lines]

[spottimg Johnny walking down street wearing his Confederate cap]

Bart:
Hey, Dolph, lookee there! Some stray Reb come here to roost.

Pierce:
Miss Emmy, you didn't even go to your own brother's funeral. Now, Bart back here tells me he's liable to have to kill your nephew, too. 'Course now, I ain't of a mind to let him do it, but just in case he does, are you figgerin' on missin' that funeral, too?

[Dodson is packing his wagon to leave]

Johnny Yuma:
Are you turnin' out like the rest of 'em?

Elmer Dodson:
I'm just a small businessman going out of business.

Johnny Yuma:
You're closin' down the Bulletin because of them?

Elmer Dodson:
That's correct. Oh, yes, I saw what you did to one. Anytime they want to, my poor innocent lamb, they'll devour you the ravaging jackals they are.

Johnny Yuma:
Why haven't you sent for government troops?

Elmer Dodson:
We have. We're still waitin'. I guess they're too busy attending to the defeated Confederacy or the undefeated Indians.

Outlaw Gang Member:
Hey, Bart, here comes your rebel friend. I think he just come back from visitin' his dad.

[drawing his pistol]

Bart:
I'm going to get his nose.

Pierce:
Bart! When I tell ya - not before. 'Course you can sort of rile him up in the meantime.

Bart:
Hey you, Yuma! Did you have a nice talk with your daddy? How did he look to you, Reb - a little pale? Hey you, Reb! You better hightail it out of here while you can. I'm gonna get your nose! Big brave soldier boy backin' down.

[singin to the tune of "Dixie"]

Bart:
Oh, I'm glad I'm not in the land of cotton / The Rebs lost the war and their bones are rottin' / Look away, look away, look away, Johnny Reb.

Emmy:
We're just trying to keep the town together. After all, somebody's got to show some sense.

Johnny Yuma:
Sense! You try to make sense with the ones who killed your own brother?

Emmy:
Just because my brother was a fool doesn't mean the rest of us don't have to go on livin'. He let himself be goaded into being shot dead. Your father was a fool, Johnny.

Elmer Dodson:
So the town died and so did your father.

Johnny Yuma:
You and Pa - you were the two people I...

Elmer Dodson:
John, I loved your father like my own brother, but I'm not anxious to join him. I'm sorry if that sounds cruel or cowardly.

Johnny Yuma:
But the things you wrote - that's mostly what set me off to readin' and wonderin'.

Elmer Dodson:
Stay ignorant, John. Ignorance is the greatest comforter of all.

Jess:
I got no right wearin' a badge. It just got too heavy for me since they killed your father.

Johnny Yuma:
Don't push.

Bart:
Don't push? Why you Rebs ought to be used to bein' pushed. Well, we pushed you clear from Gettysburg through Georgia. You gotta admit you been pushed real good.

Johnny Yuma:
Yeah... the war's done.

Bart:
So it is, but... I'm not. Nah, I'm going to enjoy pushin' you real good.

[Johnny knocks Bart down, dunks him in the horse trough then pulls his pistol and c*cks the trigger]

Johnny Yuma:
Now you don't push me no more. I'll blow your eyeballs out - both of 'em.

[first lines]

[Johnny is writing in his journal when a man approaching his camp collapses]

Johnny Yuma:
What's the matter, Mister?

Will Randall:
Water! Water!

Johnny Yuma:
Hold on, I'll get you some. Come on. Get up there. You're all right.

[the stranger slugs Johnny and takes his gun]

Will Randall:
Never trust a stranger, Rebel. You can write that down.

[the judge breaks up a fight between Will and Johnny]

Judge:
He's a desperate man, son.

Johnny Yuma:
Nobody invited you to turn my other cheek.

Judge:
Second best room in the house. 'Course, I've got the best.

Johnny Yuma:
I've been using my saddle for a pillow for so long, I don't know if I can take all this.

Judge:
Well, the easiest thing in the world to adjust to is comfort, I always say.

Elaine Randall:
I'm Elaine Randall.

Johnny Yuma:
Well, come on in, Elaine Randall. Is there something one of us can do for the other?

Will Randall:
[to Johnny] Now you got something else for your book - a story about justice... an eye for an eye and a man for a horse.

Johnny Yuma:
Why would the judge want your land?

Will Randall:
To make mud pies maybe.

[last lines]

Elaine Randall:
Why'd you do it, Johnny? Why did you stick your neck out?

Johnny Yuma:
A man for a horse - it just doesn't figure. Maybe I'll see you around, huh?

[after Johnny has turned down Elaine's offer of money, she grabs him and kisses him passionately]

Johnny Yuma:
You're bribin' me again.

[they continue to kiss]

Johnny Yuma:
No sale.

[to Will who has been sentenced to hang]

Johnny Yuma:
I'm tryin' to help, but I don't know where to start.

Will Randall:
You really got troubles, don't ya?

[Johnny has just given a copy of a land grant document to the judge]

Hauser's Lawyer:
Your Honor, this is very irregular!

Judge Parks:
[examining the document] Looks pretty regular to me.

[last lines]

Dan Hauser:
This is cattle country. You can't fence it off. Can't I make you see that Gottwald was a madman? Everybody knows you can't farm prairie land. You can't grow corn in Nebraska! Nobody can!

Johnny Yuma:
Frank Gottwald can.

[dissolve to shot of acres of corn stalks waving in the wind]

[first lines]

Johnny Yuma:
Mind if I share the fire?

Billy the Kid AKA William Bonney:
[referring to Johnny's confederate cap] Where'd you get the cap, General? Steal it, maybe?

Johnny Yuma:
Earned it, maybe.

Johnny Yuma:
Yonder if Boot Hill. There's room for three more.

[last lines]

Johnny Yuma:
I think he's cured, Mr. Antrim. The judge gave him a real good scare before he let him go.

William Antrim:
I certainly hope so. His poor mother worries herself to death. It would be different if I was his father, I'd tell you; but when he doesn't even want to take your name...

Billy the Kid AKA William Bonney:
You bet I won't! My name is William Bonney.

William Antrim:
See what I mean.

Johnny Yuma:
You listen to Mr. Antrim - save yourself a lot of grief.

Billy the Kid AKA William Bonney:
Yeah, General.

Johnny Yuma:
He'll straighen out. He's just a kid.

Billy the Kid AKA William Bonney:
A kid... Yeah, that's how I want everyone to know me - Billy the Kid! So long, General.

Johnny Yuma:
Billy the Kid...

Johnny Yuma:
I think these people were poisoned.

Doctor:
Are you a doctor?

Johnny Yuma:
No.

Doctor:
Well, you're right.

[last lines]

Sam:
That little girl will haunt me for the rest of my life.

[the townspeople refuse to help a family for fear of becoming infected with diptheria]

Johnny Yuma:
I bet you're real God-fearin' folk, aren't ya?

Johnny Yuma:
Doesn't the school board have to put it to a vote first?

Liam O'Shea:
You're, ah, you're lookin' at the school board.

Johnny Yuma:
Well, how 'bout that big noise I just rubbed up against?

Liam O'Shea:
Cal Armbruster? What about him?

Johnny Yuma:
Well, I don't think he's going to like this.

Liam O'Shea:
You know, lad, the very same thought occurred to me.

Liam O'Shea:
It appears that you might be shoppin' fo employment

Johnny Yuma:
Yeah.

Liam O'Shea:
You can read and write, that much I know... and I'm assumin' you can count to ten without losin' your way. What's left you can get from the textbooks. Sure, lad, its the post of schoolmaster I'm offerin' ya.

Cal Armbruster:
[preparing to whip Johnny Yuma] Take that shirt off of him.

Gunman at Bar:
Ain't you or anybody else talks to me like that, boy.

[Yuma shoots the gun out of the gunman's hand]

Johnny Yuma:
I don't want to talk to you at all, mister.

[last lines]

Bianco:
She was cheap, tawdry, scheming - but I loved her, Johnny. I did not want her to die. She was different when we first met.

Johnny Yuma:
Maybe you were both different.

Bianco:
Here's an entry for your journal, Johnny. "The world's greatest marksman - and the only one he ever killed was the only one he ever loved."

Johnny Yuma:
Come on, I better get you back to town.

Bianco:
You are a fast man with a gun, my friend.

Johnny Yuma:
I don't make a livin' at it.

Bianco:
We have rooms, such as they are, in the back of this establishment. Would you join me for a drink?

Johnny Yuma:
I'm not much of a drinker.

Bianco:
It's a talent acquired mostly with age. You have many years to develop it. I liked the way you handled yourself and I thought, perhaps, you would accept just one drink from a friend.

Johnny Yuma:
You make it hard to say no.

Bianco:
Well, I should like to make it impossible.

CSA Colonel Charles Morris:
Why isn't the gentleman eating? We should learn to be more considerate.

Pratt - Henchman:
Well, that's all right, Colonel. We done eat all his beans. There ain't none left for him.

CSA Colonel Charles Morris:
You must forgive my companions. We've been on what you might call a spartan diet the last few months.

Johnny Yuma:
Guess those are just the fortunes of peace.

Cass - Henchman:
We got plans for you!

Johnny Yuma:
Yeah? Maybe I can ride down a few old ladies for ya. You run into some kids, I can help you take their candy away from 'em.

Johnny Yuma:
I'll say one thing - this is the first time I've ever been waited on by a colonel.

CSA Colonel Charles Morris:
Rebel colonels aren't much in demand lately. Funny... four years at West Point, 23 years in the field - I'm serving beans.

[Over his objections, the Colonel's companions have kidnapped the banker's pretty daughter]

CSA Colonel Charles Morris:
What's done is done! What can I do now?

Johnny Yuma:
Well, if you remember how, you can start acting like a man.

Cass - Henchman:
[to Johnny] I've been lookin' for somebody like you for weeks. You got principles, boy. You got spunk... but you're smart in the bargain. Now I'm not going to wait very long. If it turns out she's not as valuable as I think she is, I may not be responsible for how I show my disappointment - if you get what I mean.

[during a church service, Johnny and his fellow prisoners denounce the town's crooked sheriff]

Sheriff:
They're liars - all liars!

Minister:
I think we should hold a meeting to determine that right away.

Johnny Yuma:
Amen.

Johnny Yuma:
Did you leave the bodies in there?

U.S. Army Officer:
Right where we found them. That way it seems sort of fitting.

Johnny Yuma:
Yeah - the blue and the gray buried together.

Ex-CSA Sergeant:
Sure seems kinda final.

Johnny Yuma:
I keep thinking about what a great leader said: "Now we must look to the time when the blue and the gray will blend into a nation reborn with a greater strength and purpose."

U.S. Army Officer:
Sounds like Old Abe.

Johnny Yuma:
Well, it wasn't. It was another leader - a man named Robert E. Lee.

Crazy Man:
Injuns hit the fort.

Johnny Yuma:
When?

Crazy Man:
Oh, a hundred years ago, a thousand - maybe it was only last week. Anyways it was a lot of dead men ago.

Johnny Yuma:
Commanches?

Crazy Man:
Kiowas, boy, Kiowas! They'd chew up Commanches for breakfast.

[trying to explain his cowardice]

Crazy Man:
I might have been dead if I'd fought. What good would that do me?

Johnny Yuma:
Your bullet might have killed Santanta.

Satanta:
You will die. Do you know the reason?

Johnny Yuma:
I reckon 'cause you say so.

Satanta:
A man should know why he dies. That helps to die well.

Johnny Yuma:
If you gotta die, you might as well be good at it.

Satanta:
We will see, Yellow Hair, if the Kiowa will be proud of your scalp.

[Santanta's Kiowas have captured the army fort]

Satanta:
This is our land. You will learn that as the other milk faces have.

Johnny Yuma:
Looks like you taught 'em pretty good, Santanta.

[examining Johnny's Confederate cap]

Satanta:
You, Yellow Hair, you have fought the Long Knives, too, like the Kiowa.

Johnny Yuma:
Not exactly.

[throws Johnny's cap into the dirt]

Satanta:
You were beaten.

Johnny Yuma:
They licked us.

Satanta:
Your chances of winning were not good.

Johnny Yuma:
They were better than yours.

Satanta:
One does not fight always to win. Sometimes the fight is to hurt back.

Satanta:
Yellow Hair, what do they call me now?

Johnny Yuma:
Butcher.

[the Kiowas honor Johnny's challenge to Iron Hand whom he called a stinking pig]

Iron Hand:
We will see who is the pig and who will be skinned. We will run for the knife.

Satanta:
You fight like the eagle, you free like the eagle.

[last lines]

[handing Johnny his pocket watch]

Crazy Man:
It's got my name on it. Maybe you can give it to my kin. Tell 'em you found it on a dead soldier at Fort Concho.

Johnny Yuma:
Yeah.