All language subtitles for S1E38-Unmarked Grave

Starring James
Arness as Matt Dillon.

Any man can be buried
up here on Boot Hill,

and it won't cost him a cent.

All he has to do is lose
his temper for a moment,

or his nerve.

Most of the men who die that way

have lived long
enough to know better.

You can't trouble yourself
too much about 'em.

It's when a boy goes down,

some lad in his teens,

that you really begin
to hate the waste of it.

That's another part of
being a U.S. marshal.

You picked a terrible
inconvenient time for a...

heart attack.

I'll say it, shut up.

You're givin' out, sheriff.

You're fadin' like
an old drag steer.

Before I die, I'll
take you with me.

No.

You couldn't
bring yourself to it.

You're one of
them duty-sticklers.

And you're a murderer, Blackie.

But the law says
I got a trial comin'.

And you're the law.

Once I get you into Dodge,

you're as good as hung.

Am I, sheriff?

I got friends waitin' for me.

Good friends.

Nobody's putting me on
that train tomorrow morning.

You're a liar.

Thought you was
real smart, didn't ya?

Hiring this stage to sneak
me out of Garden City.

I had good friends there too.

One of 'em was heading
straight to the telegraph office

the minute we pulled out.

That's why Tasker
Sloan's gonna be waitin'.

One thing you
didn't reckon on, boy.

Yeah?

Me having a friend in Dodge.

If you ever saw my
son, Marshal Dillon,

you wouldn't be
likely to forget,

especially his hair.

It was the lightest yellow

I've ever seen
on a boy or a man.

And when the sun
caught it in a certain light,

it seemed almost white.

So it was natural for
people to call him Whitey.

Maybe that was the
name you knew him by.

Well, Mrs. Randolph, uh,

if I had a dollar for every
one of these young drifters

that came through here
with only a nickname...

All the Shortys and the
Curlys and the Slims.

I'd be a rich man.

Marshal Dillon,

I have a feeling
you're being evasive.

All right, Mrs. Randolph.

Well?

I've been, uh, trying to think

of how to tell you
about your son.

Then you do know him?

He was one of those
with just a nickname.

And it was Whitey.

Yes?

He was killed by
a deputy sheriff.

No.

No.

Two years ago, ma'am.

Sheriff's posse rode
down on a wild bunch

that broke jail in Hutchinson.

The others got
away. Your son didn't.

I think I knew it all the time.

But this man who
wrote me the letter,

he just said Hollis was
mixed up in some kind

of hot-blooded action and...

the marshal in Dodge
would know all about it.

Here, why don't you
have a little water.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Randolph.

Did he have to be shot down?

What horrible thing did he do?

Well, as I remember,

he and some other men
cleaned out a faro game

in one of the saloons.

The dealer was murdered.

Hollis would never kill anybody.

He was a gentle boy.

He only came here
because he was young.

It was painful growing up
down south after the war.

But how would you
know about that?

You'd have had to know

the blessed peace
of our plantation

and then live through the
ruin and the destruction

and all the hopelessness.

No... Hollis was doomed.

He was marked
for this kind of end.

I'm staying at the
Dodge House. I...

I'll be obliged if you show
me my son's grave tomorrow.

Well, I doubt if I can
do that, Mrs. Randolph.

You see, your son's
buried up on Boot Hill.

They don't make much ceremony

about headstones
or markers up there,

especially when
there's no kinfolk.

My son in an unmarked grave.

Buried like an animal.

Get in there.

Hooray, you got me here.

Darcy.

Now, you feel any better
before you drop dead?

Shut up, you little
quarrelling scum.

You been asking for this.

Ah!

What's the matter?

Bad heart.

I didn't think I could
make it this far.

Better get you up to Doc's.

Wait, listen.

The kid.

He's one of the gang

that broke open
the bank at Caldwell.

Nobody could
identify the others,

but they seen him
shoot down the cashier.

Now, don't you try to talk,
Darcy, we'll take care of him.

I ain't finished.

You can't keep him in jail.

They swore to break him loose.

Who?

The rest of the gang.

I got a room reserved
at Dodge House.

Keep the boy out of sight

till the 7:10 train
in the morning.

Maybe we better get
you out of here too.

Get a shotgun, Chester.

Do you think you can
make it up to Doc's place?

If I could make it here
with this flea-whelped killer,

it oughta be a cinch.

Good.

Tasker Sloan, he
heads up the bunch.

Looks on the kid
like his only son.

He'll be here, if
he ain't already.

He's a bad one.

All right, get him
outta here, Chester.

Oh, so very young.

You could almost be my own son.

How can you be so
smug and unfeelin'?

I'll take him now,
Mrs. Randolph.

Is this the way it
was with Hollis?

A mad-dog sheriff?

Look, I don't have much
time, Mrs. Randolph.

You better leave.

I understand, marshal. I
had a taste of Yankee law.

Sheriff Darcy was
born in Louisiana.

He's as Southern as you can get.

Come on.

You call yourself lawmen?

You're murderers.

Don't you worry, son.

I won't let them shoot you down.

Ah.

Dodge ain't far away.

This is the last chance we got

to make sure we see eye to eye.

I didn't want him in with
us, but I let him have his way.

And now it's up to
me to cut him free.

What are you tryin'
to say, Tasker?

There ain't no proof
against any of us

for that job in Caldwell.

So if anybody wants his split
of the bank money and get out,

talk up.

I guess we see eye to eye.

Just one thing.

Yeah.

Take it easy with
that Pecos whiskey.

I like Pecos whiskey.

It's good and sully.

Come on.

The sheriff didn't tell
me what your name was.

Blackie.

Just Blackie.

If that's good enough
for the Ranger black book,

it's good enough for
a cow-town marshal.

You're as young as you look?

They say a man's
as old as he's lived.

All right, let's skip that too.

Would you mind telling
me where you're from?

From the North,

but I ain't carrying any burdens
from yesterday, marshal.

You are, sonny, but
you just don't know it.

All right, Mr. Marshal,
if you're so curious,

I'll tell you what
you wanna know.

My old man joined up
with the Illinois Volunteers.

He left my ma and
us kids in a dark hole

with nothin' but dirt to eat.

Well, he died eatin' dirt.

He died of scurvy in Lawrence.

You're not much credit
to his memory, are ya?

All I want's money,

and all the things it
can buy for a man.

Hey, let's talk
about you, marshal.

I figure you to make
about a hundred a month

on the up and up, right?

How much you pay for
the saddle on your horse?

Thirty-five dollars?

Hey, I paid a hundred for mine.

A genuine Padgett made in Waco.

Yeah, but I'm still ridin'
free on mine, sonny.

But for how long, marshal?

Tomorrow morning?

Oh, I wouldn't count too
much on those friends of yours.

Oh, learn some sense, marshal.

Make a deal with Tasker.

Money don't mean nothin' to him.

You could afford a decent saddle
and maybe buy into a saloon.

You're even younger
than you look.

All right.

You get yourself dead for
a lousy hundred a month.

Kid out of sight.

What'd he say, Doc?

You better go get Matt
over here right away.

All right.

Where'd the
sheriff take the kid?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Oh!

Well, try to remember.

I let them out on the flats.

They made it into
town their own way.

Are you gonna keep on lying?

Agh!

Who is it?

It's Mrs. Randolph, marshal.

I heard you say you
were bringin' the boy here,

so I was waitin'.

My room's just down the hall.

Is there a rule against
feeding your prisoners, marshal,

or do you enjoy
watching 'em starve?

Come in, Mrs. Randolph.

Say, is that for me, ma'am?

I could sure do with some soup.

Put it down right there.

Get outta here, boy!

Go find your friends!

Run!

Mrs. Randolph, I
know you can't help...

I don't care. I don't
care, I'm not sorry.

You're a man with
everything on your side,

and he's just a... A killer!

Now, please get outta here.

Mr. Dillon, Doc
says he wants you

up to his office right away,

but you better be careful.

His friends just rode into town

and they beat up on
the stage driver, and th...

They're probably out prowli"
up Front Street by now.

Now, what do you
suppose they're up to?

All right, look, keep
this door locked

and don't let anybody in but me.

And watch him.

Yes, sir.

I wonder how much
Darcy paid for his saddle.

Huh?

What?

Couldn't have been much
with a wife and two kids.

You need a drink?

Nope.

Oh. Oh, Matt.

Here's the key to the
prisoner's handcuffs.

Now, I did something
maybe I shouldn't have done.

I made him a promise
for you just before he died.

Oh?

Yeah, I promised him

that you'd catch the 7:10
for Wichita with that boy.

Couple of deputies
will meet you there

and take him on to Caldwell.

Well, I'll sure try.

You got any Pecos whiskey?

Afraid not, mister.

Then break open the best. Fast.

Yes, sir.

Where's the
marshal in this town?

Have ya tried his office?

Well, pretty,

you got as much sand
as you have looks.

Everybody else seems
to be struck dumb.

Yeah, I tried his office.
Where else is he likely to be?

He's usually around
when he's needed.

Well, I got need of him.

Stick around. He'll find you.

He's pretty good at that.

I'd be obliged if you tell him
Tasker Sloan's looking for him.

And if he happens
to be stone-blind,

tell him we'll be ridin'
up and down Front Street

lookin' for him all night.

Chester. Wake up.

Hm?

Come here.

Look.

We gotta get him to the train.

We best go down the back way.

Let's go.

Tasker!

It's me! I'm up here!

That's all I wanted to know.

What do you think
they're plannin' on doin'?

I don't know.

Keep watchin'.

I'm going downstairs
and take a look around.

Keep watching.

Yeah?

Let me in.

Well, I don't know where
they are or what they're up to,

but we only got ten minutes
to get him on the train.

Get your hat.

Come on, come on, let's go.

Oh, ma'am.

I don't know your
interest in me,

but don't you fret now.

I got all the help I need
waitin' right out here.

All right, let's keep moving.

Uh, not too close, huh, marshal?

I wouldn't wanna get hit.

I don't think your friend Sloan
wants you to get hit either.

And I'm sort of counting on it.

Chester, keep me covered.

If you see anything worth
scattering with that shotgun,

do it.

I sure will, Mr. Dillon.

All right, let's go.

Why didn't you give up, marshal?

You just keep walkin'.

All right, now, when I tell you,

you start runnin' for that
train, you understand?

You're figurin' of shootin'
me down, ain't you?

No, I'm gonna be right
beside you, sonny, all the way.

But you can't do that...

If there's any shootin',

you're gonna be right
square in the middle.

That's murder.

Get goin'.

Tasker, be careful!

He's trying to get me killed!

Duck, kid!

Now!

Duck, kid!

Mr. Dillon.

Mr. Dillon, are you hurt bad?

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm all right, Chester.

You know what to do, Chester.

Yes, sir.

Here, take the gun.

Will you give me a hand, here?

Marshal Dillon.

I was wrong.

You've got your duty.

A terrible duty.

Another unmarked grave.

Well, maybe we can get a marker

for both of them this
time, Mrs. Randolph.

For that boy and your son.