All language subtitles for Gunsmoke - 02x20 - Gone Straight.EN

ANNOUNCER:

Starring James Arness
as Matt Dillon.

Hey, come on in.

I was just cleaning it.

Well, there something
I can do for you?

Are you Marshal Dillon?

Yeah, that's right.

My name's Parker,
I just rode in from New Mexico.

Oh, you're a long way
from home.

Marshal,
I'm a special deputy

with the Stock-Raisers'
Association.

I've got a warrant here
for the arrest of Jim Glass.

Jim Glass...

Glass? I never heard of him.

Did you, Mr. Dillon?

You mind if we let the marshal
handle this?

Well, I was only trying
to be helpful.

You don't have to get
so uppity about it.

It's all right, Chester.

Who issued this?

We had Judge Blent
from Santa Fe issue it.

You had him issue it?

Well, what I mean is,
we signed the complaint.

I see.

I'm sure you'll find
everything in order.

What makes you think this
Jim Glass is in Dodge City?

I didn't say
I thought he was here.

Now, look here, Mr. Parker,

you're the one came begging
for help, you know, not me.

No offense.

The fact is, we think he might
be in or near Tascosa.

Tascosa?

Well, that's two days

hard ridin' from here.

Can't you get anybody closer
than that to deliver it?

I was told
to bring it to you.

Why me?

Glass is fast
with a gun.

And lawmen differ.

Some of them sidle away
from the tough jobs.

A lot of them might
camp out a week

and then come back and say
they couldn't find him.

We don't figure you
to be that kind.

You want him
pretty bad, huh?

He's guilty of rustling,
murder and banditry.

Guilty, you mean,
he's already been tried?

No, but when he is tried,
he'll be convicted all right.

We'll see to that.

"We"?

The Stock-Raisers' Association.

And a lot of people
around Santa Fe.

He used to ride
with Billy the Kid,

isn't that proof enough
he's guilty?

Not necessarily, no.

We hold every man
equally responsible

along with the Kid.

We've gotta break up
that gang, marshal.

New Mexico's an armed camp
till we do.

You say he used to ride
with the Kid.

According
to Pat Garrett,

he left the gang
just two years ago.

Well, Garrett's word
is usually pretty reliable.

That's hardly the point.

Glass is wanted
and you're a U.S. marshal

and that's a legal warrant.

I didn't come here to argue
the merits of the case,

that's up to the court.

Yeah.

The court and this, uh...

Judge Blent, huh?

All right, Mr. Parker,

we'll ride out
to Tascosa with you.

Oh, no...

not with me.

It's your job
to bring him in,

mine's
to take him back.

Sure.

Well, I'm not a regular lawman.

I work for the association.

Is Glass maybe using
a different name now?

What's he look like?

He's around 6 feet,
I understand.

Black hair, 180 pounds.

Oh, and he's supposed
to have a knife scar

across his ribs
on the left side.

All right.

You make yourself
nice and cozy in Dodge,

and we'll ride out
to Tascosa for you.

Well, I hardly think
that's called for.

Good day, Mr. Parker.

Think that Jim Glass

is gonna give us any trouble?

I don't know, Chester,
he rode with the Kid.

"Tascosa House."

I sure could use a drink,
Mr. Dillon.

Yeah, well,

I guess we've earned one
all right.

Maybe we can ask a few questions
in there too, huh?

Howdy.

Howdy.
What'll it be, gentlemen?

Oh, beer, I guess.

Yeah, you better
make it two. Heh.

As tall as you got.

Oh, that's the nicest thing

I've seen in this town yet.

Here's to your health.

Right.

Things kind of changed
around here.

You been here before?

Oh, a long time ago.

Hey, what's
that new building

they're putting up
down the street?

It's gonna be a schoolhouse.

Schoolhouse?
In Tascosa?

Yeah, it's like
your friend here says:

there's been a lot of changes
around here.

Got a few families here now

and the young'uns
will need a school.

Nate organized things
and we're getting one built.

Nate?

It's Nate Timble,
he's the owner here,

I work for him.

Well, I'd like to talk to him,
is he-

Is he around anywhere?

Out back.

All right,
thanks very much.

See you later.

Howdy.

Mr. Timble?

Yeah, I'm Nate Timble.

Uh, my name is Dillon,
this is Chester Goode here.

Hi.
How do you do?

Barkeep told us
we'd find you out here.

Mike Postil.
He's a good man.

Well, if there's anything
I can do for you.

Well, Mr. Timble,
I'm a U.S. marshal

over from Dodge City.

Oh?

We don't see the law
down this way often.

Just passing through?

No, as a matter of fact,
I'm looking for a man.

A man by the name
of Jim Glass.

Jim Glass?

You know him?

Nobody by that name
around here.

Well, he, uh-

He probably changed
his name.

He's a tall man,
about 6 foot.

He's 180 pounds,
black hair.

A lot of men
would fit that, marshal.

This man had a knife scar

across his ribs.

On the left side.

It isn't often you see a man
without his shirt.

I was hoping
you might know him.

What's he wanted for?

Used to ride
with Billy the Kid.

He quit the gang
a couple years ago,

as I understand.

So, uh, probably be somebody
who's moved in here since then.

Well, I wish
I could help you, marshal.

If he quit the Kid
two years ago,

why are you after him now?

The New Mexico court issued
a warrant for him.

It's my job to serve it.

Slow courts
they got out there.

There's a new
Stock Raisers' Association.

They're pretty powerful.

I guess they're trying
to clean up the loose ends.

Hey, uh,

this barkeep
you got in there,

how long's he been
around Tascosa?

Mike?

Just a little
under two years.

I see.

He come here
with Harry Gunter.

Gunter?

Got an outfit west of town.

Calls himself a rancher.

But he spreads
a mighty big loop.

What, you mean,
you think he's a rustler?

Nobody's been able
to prove it.

Mostly on account of Mike.

What do you mean?

Mike's pretty fast
with a gun.

That was his job
with Gunter.

Well, what's he doing
tending bar, then?

Well...

one night about a week ago,

Mike told me he'd half-decided
to quit working for Gunter.

Well, you might say
I helped him decide

the rest of the way.

So then he needed a job,
I needed a barkeep

and there he is.

Well, that was good of you.

I hope it works out.

But being a lawman, I suppose
you don't think it will.

A man like that
doesn't often change.

With a little help
he can.

Maybe.

A lawman can arrest
Mike Postil right now

for what he done while
he was working for Gunter.

You think that'd be
the right thing to do, marshal?

Lawman can't
arrest everybody.

If it was me doing it,
I'd skip Mike Postil

and go after
the head man, Gunter.

They don't seem to think
your way over in New Mexico.

Oh, some do.

Pat Garrett's after the Kid
right now I hear.

With any luck at all,
he should get him.

Pat's a good manhunter.

He's one of the best.

But they still want this fella,
Jim Glass,

along with the Kid, huh?

There's a legal warrant for him.

Issued and signed in Santa Fe.

And any lawman would be proud
to serve it.

Lawmen aren't
all bone, Timble.

Well, wish I could
help you, marshal.

What do you aim to do?

Well, I guess
we'll just have

to find some place
to hole up

and stick around
for a few days.

Oh, then you might
as well stay at my house.

We got a couple clean rooms
we let once in a while,

and the wife's the best cook
west of K.C.

Oh, that so?

Well, looks like I'm gonna
like Tascosa after all.

Sure you are.

It's, uh, just
down the street there.

Mr. Timble,

how long you been
in these parts?

Just under two years.

Sure was nice
of Mr. Timble

to put us up,
wasn't it?

Yeah.

He wasn't givin' out
no information though

about that Glass
fella though.

Did you notice that?

Yeah, he was pretty
close-mouthed.

The way he acted,

somebody would think that
he was the one, you know?

Well, I'll be doggone.

What's the matter, Chester?

Well, that there description,
Mr. Dillon,

that 180 pounds,
6 feet, black hair,

that fits
that Mr. Timble exactly.

Yep.

Well,

hadn't we ought to do something?

Don't ya think?

Well, it also fits
that bartender.

Oh, yeah,
I guess it does.

It might even fit
that fella Gunter

out west of town.

All three of 'em
rode into Tascosa

about the same time.

Yeah, well,
I guess you're right.

It was just a thought.

What are you gonna do,
Mr. Dillon?

Well...

right now,
I'm gonna go inside

and see if her cookin' is
as good as he said it was.

Oh.

Can I give you
some more spuds, Chester?

Oh, no, no.

Miss Timble, I think if I was
to have another helping,

I'd- I'd bust.

Well, you might just
give me just a smidgen,

I mean, if you got 'em
to spare.

To spare and welcome.

Oh, I'll tell you,

I don't know
when I've ever eat so good.

Kind of you to say so.

You have some more, marshal?

No, thanks, ma'am.

But you're
a mighty-fine cook.

Well, all I got
to go on is Nate.

He did a lot of drifting
when he was young

and it made him kind of
finicky about his eating.

So when he cleans up
his plate,

I figure it can't be
too bad.

How long you
and Nate been married,

if you don't mind
my asking?

Be a year the fourth
of next month.

We come through in a wagon,
my folks and me.

We was headin'
for the Panhandle,

camped here ten days
to rest up the horses.

Folks went out
and I stayed.

But I've never been sorry,
not once.

There ain't a finer man
than Nate ever lived.

I guess he's pretty
well-thought-of hereabouts

now that he built
that new schoolhouse, huh?

Well, he sure ought
to be well-thought-of.

Not many men could've prodded
this shiftless town

onto its feet.

Yeah, I remember this town
a few years back.

And the schoolhouse
ain't the end of it.

We'll get a town hall started
and dig some deeper wells

so as we won't run short
of water every summer.

Nate's even got a plan

for bringing a spur line
of the railroad in.

That so? Heh.

Before you know it, this town

is gonna be as big
as Saint Louis.

Or at least as big as Dodge.

It might be at that,
Chester.

You know, uh,
that's a pretty nice thing

your husband's doing
for this Mike Postil.

Oh, you heard about it, huh?

Yeah, Nate was telling me.

Well, Mike's not really bad.

He'd be all right now
if Harry Gunter

would just leave him alone.

All Mike needed was a chance
and Nate's given him one.

You know, it's that way
with a lot of folks

that's made mistakes
in the past.

They'd go straight
and keep out of trouble if-

If there was just somebody

to help 'em
and believe in 'em.

Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

I reckon it don't fit in

with your way of thinkin'
though, you being a lawman.

A lawman's got feelings, ma'am.

He was asking about
my anniversary, marshal.

I wanna show you something.

Mr. Dillon,
would you aim to finish?

No, go ahead.

It's a kind of remembrance
I'm makin' for Nate.

I'm keepin' it
a secret from him.

That's real buckskin, marshal.

A Pawnee squaw showed me
about tannin' the hides.

Well, that's mighty nice.

You think
Nate will like it?

Well, if he doesn't,
you send it to me, will ya?

Well, I sure do hope, I-

Oh, my goodness,
here comes Nate.

Is something wrong?

Don't worry, Martha,
it's all right.

I'll tell you
about it later.

What's the trouble?

Gunter, with two of his men,
just rode in.

Well, I better go
with you, I guess.

It's not
your fight, marshal.

Might turn into mine.

Want me to go with you,
Mr. Dillon?

No, finish your dinner.

I'll see you later.

What'll you have,
gentlemen?

Hear that, Ace?

Postil is asking us
what we'll have.

You'd figure he'd know
without asking.

Yeah...

You here for a drink?

Uh-uh.

Then state
your business, Gunter.

Postil,

you're the first man
that ever walked out on me.

Quit on his own hook.

I don't like it.

And I don't aim to tolerate it.

Is that all, Gunter?

I figure it's enough.

Then you're wasting your time,

I'm through selling my gun
to you or anybody else.

You've already sold it.

You're bought and paid for.

You're coming back out
to the outfit.

Which one of you
is figurin' to take me?

We ain't any one of us
fool enough to go against you.

Not alone.

You're a brave man, Gunter.

You can't get all of us.

I can sure try hard.

Then you'll die trying.

Get out, Nate.
Stay clear of it.

Shut up, Mike.

If the pot's open, Gunter,
I'm dealing myself in.

Nate...

Seems to me you're
dealing in around here

pretty often lately.

Maybe it's time
somebody stopped you.

It's your move.

Name's Dillon, in case
you're interested.

I'm a U.S. marshal.

Marshal?

What's the law got
to do with this?

Nothing so far.

I don't want any trouble
with the law.

Well, I don't think
you'll be havin' any

unless your name happens
to be Jim Glass.

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

He's wanted
over in Santa Fe,

I'm lookin' for him.

He used to ride
with Billy the Kid.

I never heard of him.

Well, then you
might as well go ahead

and finish your business.

It's already finished.

Gunter, take your wolf pack
and get out.

You got until sunup tomorrow

to be back out there
in that bunkhouse.

If you're not,
we're coming in

and drag you out.

I'll be here,
Gunter.

He won't be alone,
Gunter.

I ought to stay clear
of both of you.

It's my fight,
not yours.

A man that's trying
to go straight

needs all the help
he can get.

Look, you got
a wife to think of.

She feels
the same as I do.

I told you
I'd stick by you, Mike,

and I meant it.

I don't exactly know how
the marshal figures in it.

Well, I left a meal
half-eaten over there.

I think I'll go back to it.

Marshal?

I heard part of it,
I can guess the rest.

Well, I wouldn't
worry about it, ma'am.

I don't think
it'll come to anything,

just a lot of talk.

Gunter saw he had more
than he bargained for,

he'll back down.

You don't know him.

Ever was a man that's evil,
Gunter's him.

He'll see Mike Postil
back or else dead

if it's the last thing
he does.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it
too much, ma'am.

Your husband's able
to take care of himself

pretty well, I imagine.

What do you aim
to do about it, marshal?

Well, it's not really
my fight, ma'am.

I came here to serve a warrant.

To arrest a man by the name of:

Jim Glass.

Harry Gunter's a worse man

a hundred times over.

That may be.

Tell me, marshal,

do you think Nate's
doing the right thing

standing up for Mike Postil?

Believing Mike has
a right to his chance

and willing to die for it?

Do you think he's right?

I think he's right, ma'am.

And so do I.

I just don't want him killed.

I need him,

and the people here need him.

I don't wanna raise a son
without a father.

Well, I didn't know
you and Nate had a son.

Nate doesn't even know.

I haven't told him yet.

Got things on the stove,
marshal.

I'll be gettin' back in.

Well, I reckon
that's them, Mr. Dillon.

Yeah.

You don't have
to do this, Chester.

You mind
if I use a rifle?

There's no rules
in this game.

I'd feel a lot cozier
behind a Winchester.

Hold on, Gunter.

Get off the trail,
marshal.

You got no business
with us.

I'm makin' it
my business.

Mike Postil decided
to stay in town.

Now you men turn around
and head back.

Don't you think the odds are
a little against you?

I'm satisfied
with 'em.

Now, let me
tell you something else,

from now on,
you stay clear of Tascosa,

or I'll get up a posse
and come after you.

We don't need
no lawmen down here.

Look, boss.

Well, looks like

we don't have to go
into Tascosa to settle this.

You've had
your last warning.

Missed you this morning,
marshal.

I kind of figured
we'd find you hereabouts.

Looks like the odds
are down, Gunter.

Timble,

you're responsible for this.

And proud of it.

Get him and Postil.
Get him first.

Hold it!

Run!

Gunter's finished
and so are you,

now get out of here.

Mr. Timble, let's see
how bad that is.

No, no, no,
it's all right.

It's not bad.

Gunter's dead.

Why didn't you tell me
that Gunter was Jim Glass?

You had no call
to protect him.

No, marshal.

No call at all.

You better get back
and get that arm fixed, huh?

Martha will fix this up,

she's good at these things.

I'll get somebody out from town
to bring Gunter in.

Mike, stick with him.

You'll never find
a better man

to pattern
yourself after.

I know that, sir.

Thank you, marshal.

Thank you.

See you later.

Mr. Dillon,
why did you say

that Gunter
was Jim Glass?

You know,
when I opened up

Timble's shirt there-

Chester?

Yeah?

You know, in a gunfight

a man can get
excited sometimes.

He can imagine things
that aren't really so.

Well, yeah,
I reckon so. Why?

Well, I think that, uh,

Gunter fits the description
of Jim Glass pretty good.

He's a rustler, killer,
a bandit...

He's 180 pounds,

about, uh, 6 foot tall,

black hair.

I think we can just assume

that he, uh, had
those scars on his ribs.

You know, Mr. Dillon,

I think you're right.

There ain't no reason
to go pokin' around on him

like you would
a yearling at a sale.

You gotta have
some respect for the dead.

All right.

Jim Glass died in a gunfight.

Mile and a half from Tascosa,

8:00 this morning.

There ain't
the least doubt about it.

Let's ride.