Shane

Synopsis: Shane rides into a conflict between cattleman Ryker and a bunch of settlers, like Joe Starrett and his family, whose land Ryker wants. When Shane beats up Ryker's man Chris, Ryker tries to buy him. Then Shane and Joe take on the whole Ryker crew. Ryker sends to Cheyenne for truly evil gunslinger Wilson. Shane must clear out all the guns from the valley.
Genre: Drama, Western
Director(s): George Stevens
Production: Paramount Home Video
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 4 wins & 10 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
97%
NOT RATED
Year:
1953
118 min
200 Views


Somebody's coming, Pa.

Well... Let him come.

Hope you don't mind|my cutting through your place.

- No, I guess not.|- I'm heading north.

Didn't expect to find|any fences around here.

Hello, boy.

- You were watching me, weren't you?|- Yes, I was.

I like a man who watches|things goin' around.

It means he'll make his mark some day.

Long time since I've seen a Jersey cow.

You'll see a lot more.|Jerseys and Holsteins...

...and the like.

- Can I offer you some water?|- Thanks.

You're a little touchy.

Joey!

- You know not to point guns at people.|- I wasn't pointing at anybody, Mother.

Sure had me snortin', son.

I just wanted you to see my rifle.

Bet you can shoot.

- Can't you?|- Little bit.

Looks like your friends are a little late.

What are the Ryker boys up to this time?

- Rykers?|- That's what I said.

I wouldn't know a Ryker|from your Jersey cow.

Don't forget to close the gate|on your way out.

Would you put down that gun?|Then I'll leave.

What's the difference?|You're leaving anyway.

I'd like it to be my idea.

Howdy, Starrett.

Expectin' trouble?

I don't want no trouble, Starrett.|I came to inform you.

I got that reservation beef contract.

- So many to tell me that?|- I mean business.

- Then, tend to your own.|- That's just what I'm doin'.

I'm gonna need all my range.

Now you've warned me,|get off my place.

Your place?

You'll have to get out before the snow.

- Supposin' I don't?|- You and the other squatters.

- Homesteaders, you mean.|- I could blast you outta here right now.

Listen to me. The time for gun-blastin'|a man off his place is passed.

- They're building a penitentiary...|- Joe, that's enough.

Who are you, stranger?

I'm a friend of Starrett's.

Well, Starrett, you can't say|I didn't warn you.

All right, you've told me.|Now get off my claim.

Supper'll be ready in a little while, Joe.|Won't be very long.

Wait, mister, I...

I swear, I... Wait a minute, please.

I take that back, what I...

Look, this... this thing ain't even loaded.

- Not loaded?|- No, Joey's too young to go loaded.

That's his gun.

If this don't beat all!

My name is Starrett, Joe Starrett,|and this here's Joey.

You heard what my little woman said.|Come on in, I feel like eatin'.

- You can call me Shane.|- Guess I spook kinda easy these days.

Hello, Joe.

My place ain't very much yet,|but my wife sure can cook!

It won't be long till supper.|You can wash up right here.

In case you wanted to know,|that's Ryker's spread all over there.

He thinks the whole world|belongs to him.

The old-timers can't see it yet,

but runnin' cattle|on an open range can't go on.

It takes too much space|for too little results.

Those herds aren't any good,|they're all horns and bone.

Cattle that is bred for meat and fenced in|and fed right, that's the thing.

You gotta pick your spot,|get your land, your own land.

A homesteader can't run but a few beef,|but he can grow grain,

and then with his garden|and hogs and milk, he'll be all right.

We make out, don't we, Marian?

Of course.

It's that calf again.|Joey, chase her out of there.

Joey! Run on, son.

Don't forget to shut that gate.

Joey!

Come on, shoo!

I wouldn't ask you where you're bound.

One place or another.|Some place I've never been.

- The only way I'll leave is in a pine box.|- What do you mean, Pa?

I mean they'll have to shoot me|and carry me out.

- You shouldn't talk like that.|- It's the truth.

You love this place.|We've got our roots down.

- I wish you wouldn't talk that way.|- Our first real home.

- What did you mean...?|- Joey, be quiet. The men want to talk.

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