All language subtitles for Gunsmoke, To the Last Man (1992)_Eng_HI

MAN:
This is a hard land.

About as hard as land comes.

This is a land that's broken
more men than it's made.

Women, too, as far as that goes.

But Mike,

she was no ordinary woman.

She was a wonder.

She was a fine-blooded,
spirited woman

that had as much sand in her

as any man that ever rode
this desert or these hills.

Why, she didn't even have a man

when she first took root
amongst us

20 years ago or more.

But she set to it.

She built and she prospered.

And now the good Lord has seen
fit to take her away from us.

Yes, he reached down
and touched her with the fever.

Ain't fair.

Ain't fair, some of you
are saying to yourselves.

Mike having to leave
her loved ones like this.

Beth there. Matthew.

But remember,
the Lord only done it

so He could take her home
to Himself,

and it ain't for us
to figure out

the mysteries of His holy ways.

And that's about all I've got
to say on this subject,

so, if you fellas
would like to lower the coffin

into the ground.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

The way of all flesh.

Praise be
His holy name. Amen.

ALL:
Amen.

Amen.

DILLON:
Thank you, Zack.

That was well spoken.

I appreciate it, Matt.

Beth, I'll see to the folks.

We're all going
to miss her, child,

but what's done is done.

We've got to get on
with other things.

You've got to get that education

that your mama was always
so proud of talking about.

Now, you've still
got your daddy.

You cleave to him and, well,

time will take care of the rest.

Matt, I just want
to tell you again

how sorry I am about this.

Losing family like that
is the hardest, I know.

Thank you, Charlie.

Well, I guess me and the boys
better get back to work.

You carried her good, Buck.

I wish we could've all spent
more time together, Beth.

You know, Beth, it's
all right to cry.

She never cried.

She was a strong woman.

I'm just glad I was
here at the end.

Thank you.

The train is delayed.

They had a breakdown in Tucson.

It's going to be a while.

I was hoping
it wouldn't arrive at all.

Now, Beth, we've been
over that a lot of times

this last three weeks.

I guess so.

As long as we're stuck here,

what do you say we go
get something to eat?

I think
that's an excellent idea.

Come on.

I just don't understand

why you won't let me stay
here and take care of you.

Beth, you've got
to finish school first,

then you come back.

We'll have a lot of time
to spend together.

Look, this is
what you're mother wanted

more than anything.

Well, she wanted that when she
thought she'd still be here.

Now I think she'd say different.

Beth, this is how it's gotta be.

You are the stubbornest
human being I've ever known.

Now that's funny.

That's what your mother
used to say about you.

(talking, laughing loudly)

Mister, where I come from,

a man'll get killed
scaring another man

damn near half to death
like that.

Now, git.

(men laughing)

(gunshot)

You buy that man a drink.

I ain't buying nobody nothing.

I'm thirsty!
(all talking at once)

(men talking, laughing)

What have we got here, huh?

Attaboy, Tommy.
Go get her.

Well, hello, sweet thing.

Well, if you ain't
about as half pretty, huh?

(men smacking lips)

(laughing)

You're in my way, mister.

Yeah, I'm trying to talk

to this sweet little lady here.

Yeah, well, you talked...
Now move.

Dad.

"Daddy"?

(men laughing)

Well... well, Daddy,
I may just decide

(laughs ):
to steal this little lady

back home with me.

Well, I'd move if I was you.

MAN:
Whoa...

(glass breaking)

(cocks gun)

He's not worth dying for.

DILLON:
Forget it, boy.

I ain't no boy.

DILLON:
Now, mister,

my daughter's waiting
for an apology.

I'm not a patient man.

I, uh... (panting)

I, uh, would like to...

apologize... ma'am.

MAN 2:
Hello, Matt.

You, uh... you got
some trouble here, do you?

No, not anymore, Tom.

Young fella here just needed a
little brushup on his manners.

School's out.

(chuckles ):
Yeah, so I see.

Well, I'll take it from here.

Much obliged.

Them your ponies outside, boys?

MAN:
Yeah, they're ours.

And they ain't stole,

if that's
what you're hinting at.

Oh, I ain't hinting,
I'm telling you.

Get outside,
get on those ponies,

and get out of here.

You got no right,

no more than that old man
had any right.

Son, the name of that old man
is Matt Dillon...

and you're all damn lucky

you ain't laid out
in pine boxes.

Now git.

The man represents the law,
boys.

Do like he says... git.

Tommy Graham ain't gonna
take that lyin' down.

(cattle mooing)

Throw a bigger loop, Will.

I said bigger.

Cowboying ain't algebra, Will.

You learn it like anything else
if you put your mind to it.

You know, you come out here

with all that Eastern college
know-how,

but books ain't exactly
the same as the doing

and doing is putting this rope
around that steer.

Hell, any ten-year-old
can rope a steer.

Well, maybe I'm
too old to learn.

No.

It's easy.

Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.

Yeah, there he is all right.

Which one?

GRAHAM:
The oldest one.

You sure got a big burr
under your saddle, Tommy.

I mean, coming this
far after one fella.

That just ain't
one fella, Texas.

That's a Tewksbury.

What are you fixin' to do?

Making Charlie Tewksbury
a sorry man.

Hyah.

GRAHAM:
Come on.

Company, Charlie.

Charlie?

(cattle mooing)

GRAHAM:
Should've kept running, Charlie.

Hey, what do you want?

Shut up!

Wasn't running, Tommy.

I just got sick
of all the killing.

Killing ain't over... not yet.
(cocks gun hammer)

I ain't armed.

Wouldn't matter if you was.

(grunts)

Hyah. Hyah.
Hyah.

Rusty!

Rusty, shoot him!

(gunshot)

(grunts)

What's wrong with you?!

(clicks tongue)

Hyah.

Hey, Tommy.

You didn't say nothing
about shooting him down.

That there is just cold-blood.

That's just the way
he would've done me

the other way around.

I told you when I hired you on,
it was a blood feud.

There ain't no such thing
as rules.

All right, Billy, let's bunch
out them cattle and get home.

Hell, it ain't much, Tommy.

Maybe about a hundred head.

Well, every little
bit helps, don't it?

Get to work.

First you kill a man, and
then you steal his cows?

Let's just get out of here.

Hey, you hold on.

Them ain't Tewksbury cattle
out there.

Those are Matt Dillon's.

I figure Dillon
owes me a little something.

I didn't count on none of this.

Well, you make up
your mind, Tex-ass.

You coming or going? Hyah!

Hyah!

(clicks tongue ):
Come on now. Come on now.

Hyah. Hyah.
(whistles)

Whooya. Whooya.
Come on.

(clicks tongue, whistles)

Come on now. Come on now.

Hyah!
Get on up there.

Get on up there.
Get on up there.

(whistle blowing)

Wake up, folks, train's here.

Looks like it's coming.

(whistle blowing)

Mr. Dillon.

Will?
Rustlers, Mr. Dillon.

They shot Charlie and Jesse.
They're dead.

And they run off
maybe a hundred head.

Well, who were they?

Charlie... he knew 'em.

He called one of 'em Tommy.

One of 'em was just a kid.
He was riding an Appaloosa.

What are you going to do?

Beth, you've got
to get on the train.

No.
Will,

would you put your
saddle on a buggy horse?

Yes, sir.

Good-bye, Beth.
CONDUCTOR: All aboard!

Beth, you've gotta get
on the train.

You're going after
them, aren't you?

Look, where I'm going
doesn't matter.

You've gotta get
to Philadelphia.

I shouldn't go away
at a time like this.

I should be here with you.

Beth, I'll be here
when you get back.

CONDUCTOR:
All aboard!

Please, get on the train.

(squeaking)

Will, where'd this happen?

Sanchez Creek,
just below the canyon.

Mr. Dillon,

I couldn't even get to a gun.

Don't worry about that, Will.

We didn't hire you
to get yourself killed.

Look, uh... find the
sheriff, will you?

Tell him what happened.

Yes, sir.

You all right?

I just got a knock
in the head. I'm okay.

Maybe get it checked out.

I will.

(snoring)

(whistle blowing)

(bell ringing)

(horses whinnying)

Hello?

Anybody here?

(snoring)

Hey, mister.

Who in the hell are you?

Mister, how much
for this big mare here?

She ain't for sale.

No time to haggle,
mister. How much?

Lady, are you crazy?

You can't buy that horse.

You can't buy any of these horses,
'cause I ain't selling horses.

Why not?

Why?

I don't know.

Well, because it-it ain't
business hours, that's why.

She's probably not worth $50,
but I'll give you $75.

Seventy-five?

Cash.

How 'bout a saddle?

Lady, I ain't a mercantile.

Fine. I'll get by.

(horse whinnies)

Charlie.

(cattle lowing)

Beth?

Oh, Beth, you aren't
supposed to be here.

Where's my father?

He went after the rustlers.

Then the sheriff
and a couple of deputies

took off after him.

How far after Matt were they?

A good day... northwest,
near as I can tell.

How's your head?

Oh, well, it's, uh...

I was just a little woozy
at first.

A little pain now and then.

Oh, Will, take care
of that horse for me.

(horse snorting)

(horse whinnies)

(men shouting)

I ain't no rustler!

You're just a gang
of damned murderers!

All we need is a strong tree
and a sturdy rope.

No. Trail to Cherry Creek.

I want folks to see.

Let's go, men.

(whinnying)

Who'd be out here?

Don't want no witnesses
coming back here on us.

Take a look.

(snoring)

Who are you?

Give me that.

We never stole a cow
in our lives.

We've decided different.

You're gonna hang,
decreed by the Committee of 50.

Get on with it, boys.

You're not gonna
get away with this!

We didn't do nothing!

Get on over there.

Who's that?
Some damn drifter.

My name is Dillon.

Is that so?

What do you think
you're doing here?

I figure him to be
one of them grand cow thieves.

I say we stretch him
like the others.

Vigilantes. Night riders.

You don't know
what you rode into here, mister.

Tomorrow, you ride yourself
out of this valley,

forget everything you saw here.

Let's hang him, too.

No, forget about this one.

(grunts)

Okay, boys,
we got business here.

Let's get on with it.

Dear God, don't do this!

What's gonna happen
to our families?

Well, ain't that just too bad?

That's what they all say.

You men are gonna be

a lesson for the next rustlers
that come this way.

Now hang. Hyah!

(birds chirping)

(horse snorting)

(whinnying)

(wind whistling)

Will, saddle Redwing for me

and throw a pack saddle
on the mule.

Where are you going?

After Matt.
I've been thinking

about Pleasant Valley
and all the trouble

up there Charlie
Tewksbury told us about.

Alone? No. No, no.
I can't allow that.

You don't have a say.

I just visited my mom.

I know what she would have done.
She'd go.

Well, if you're going,
I'm going with you.

Your dad would never forgive me
if I let you go alone.

Will.

I'm going with you.

It's gonna be a hard ride, Will.

I just hope you can keep up.

Pa?

Ain't that a pretty sight?

Whoa.

Good day to you, sir.

I'm looking for the nearest law.

Well, that'd be Payson,
that way a few hours.

Who might you be?

My name's Matt Dillon,
and you're Colonel Tucker.

We met before, Colonel,
after the war at Dodge City.

You were running longhorns
up from Texas.

You were the Federal Marshal.

By God, I remember now.

You saved

my hide when that bunch

of drunk Yankee soldiers

jumped me.

By damn, Dillon,
ain't coincidence something?

That there's my
youngest son, Cole.

Welcome to Pleasant Valley.

I already been welcomed,
Colonel.

You know any of those men?

Well, yes, sir.

I think I recognize them.

Troublemakers, all of them.

That one there fancied hisself
some kind of a gun hand.

What happened?

Vigilante party strung 'em up
last night.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would you, Colonel?

No, sir, I wouldn't.

Except there is some rumors.

You see, we have us
a unfortunate situation

here in the valley.

A feud been going on
for six years now.

Lots of killing.

Between the Tewksburys
and the Grahams.

Been reading about it
in the papers down south.

Our problem is,

these killings is acting
like a magnet,

drawing riffraff
from everywhere.

Got so a man can't

leave his stock
on the range one day

and be sure he's in
the business the next.

Courts, the law,
ain't up to the job,

so rumor is

a group of righteous
folks got together,

put an end to it.

But that's a rumor, anyway.

What happened last night
was murder, Colonel.

I'm going to report it that way.

You do what you
have to do, Matt.

Of course, the message is going
to get across anyway.

You, uh, going fishing?

Well, for a matter of fact,

that's exactly what
I'm gonna do.

Going fishing for land.

Did you ever hear
of the U.S. Swampland Act?

The law allows such terrain
as can be traversed

only by boat can be
claimed free and clear.

Don't see any swamp.

That's a technicality.

Lord, I figure a couple
of million years ago,

there had to be
a swamp right here.

Be hard to prove, wouldn't it?

Prove?

Why, my boy Virgil found

a petrified toad
right up that canyon.

Of course, let the government
prove to the contrary.

Matt,

now I would ride careful
because rumor is

there's some more tidying up

to be done here
in Pleasant Valley.

Let's go, boys.

MAN:
Hyah! Get up, hyah!

This'll do.

Plenty of water and grass.

I'll see to the horses.

You unpack, build a
fire and start dinner.

Me?

Why don't I see to the horses
and you unpack

and start a fire
and make dinner?

In the first place,

'cause I want the horses
tended to right,

and in the second place,
because you work for me.

Hold it.

Your mom hired me
and now I work for your dad.

Which I thought was a mistake
at the time.

Okay. Okay, I'll cook.

But the first complaint I hear,
you get the job.

Ugh. That's worse
than hog leavin's.

Do I hear a complaint?

It's very tasty hog leavin's.

(dog barking)

(barking continues)

Lord almighty.

Who are you?

My name's Dillon.
Yours?

I'm, I'm Deputy Rudd.

What happened?

Where's the sheriff?

He took a prisoner
up to Contention City.

He won't be back till later.

When he gets back,
you tell him I want to see him.

These men were lynched.

What am I supposed
to do with them?

Get them out of the sun,
I guess.

(dog barks in distance)

Hello, boys.

Well,

if it ain't old man Dillon.

You're a long way
from home, ain't you?

I'm looking for the men

that murdered Charlie Tewksbury
and Jesse Turner,

rode off with 100 head
of my cattle.

Cattle?

What cattle?

And killing?

Don't know nothing
about no killing.

Ain't you the one
that whooped Tommy?

Boys, maybe you want
to take this outside.

Shut up, Cap.

If I were you, Dillon,
I'd head back down south.

Spurs flying.

You better ease off, boy.

That's the whiskey talking.

You don't want
to have to back it.

That must be
some kind of warning.

Advice.

Your eyes bad, mister?

There's three guns here.

You're coming down

with the dwindles.

I'd leave, mister.

When I do, I'll be driving
100 head of cattle.

Your ears going, too?

You know something, boy?

You keep running with this pack,

you're gonna wind up dead.

Rudd, ain't you gonna
arrest him or something?

Rowe, that man rode into town
trailing three corpses.

He's just accounted
for two more,

and it ain't even noon yet.

You arrest him.

MAN:
Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

Whoa!

Whoa, there!

Hey, hey!

Easy. Easy.

Whoa.

Thank you.
Ma'am.

Cloud, what the hell is this?

A gunfight, Sheriff.

Not a half an hour ago.

A couple of Graham's boys
took on a stranger.

Stranger?

Dillon's his name.

I must say, since he rode in,

the business climate
has improved considerable.

Good day, Sheriff.

DILLON:
Too much whiskey.

Sooner or later,
it leads to trouble.

When are you going
to stop trying

to talk horse sense into mules?

Cap, a bottle.

Abel Rose.

Matt Dillon.

How long has it been?

Sheriff, I can explain.

I doubt it, Willy.

Don't interrupt your elders.

'71 wasn't it?
You and I partnered up

to bring in Cal Harper
and his brothers.

Matt?

No, no thanks.

(gasps)

You want to tell me
what happened here?

I lost 100 head of cattle
to rustlers

down near the Dragoons.

Followed 'em up here.

And you're sure
they're the ones?

Been after 'em for a week.

Ain't shooting a might harsh
for cattle stealing?

They didn't give me
much choice, Abel.

He's lying.

Now you listen to me, boy.

You're gonna lead me
to my cattle,

and then you're

gonna help me drive them back

where they came from.

Like hell I am.

Now, I've been
mightily inconvenienced

by you and your friends.

Now, you're going back
to Tombstone,

and you're gonna answer
to the law for rustling

and murder.

I-I didn't kill nobody.

Well, if you didn't,
maybe you won't hang.

What are you doing now?

This ain't dignified.

Neither is laying in the
sawdust on a saloon floor.

You got everything
you need, Matt?

Yeah.

You sure you gonna
be able to handle him?

It's a long trail.

He's a pup, but he's a Texan.

I'll handle him.

Question is:
What are you gonna do

about the lynchings?

Well, I... I've gotta do
some investigating into that

right enough.

Any idea who's responsible?

Idea... maybe.

Fact is, them three was...

The law says something about
a trial before a hanging.

I know.

Damn it, I know, Matt.

Tucker?

Yeah.

The colonel had his own reasons.

You see, his youngest boy was
killed, he was bushwhacked.

Well, the colonel,
he blamed it on the riffraff

and that is the beginning.

Doesn't excuse a lynching.

Tucker and a lot
of the rest of them,

they stood my bond.

I guess you could say
they got me elected, too.

I go to sticking my nose
in their business

and I'm liable
to get it bit clean off.

I sure wouldn't want
to be the man tried

to bite off your nose
when we rode together.

Well, times change, Matt.

You was right to get out
of marshaling.

Back in our day,
a man could wear a badge

and not feel like
he's just another hired hand.

Besides, you only had yourself
to take care of.

I had me a family.

Come a rainy day,
a man sometimes

needs more than just a slicker.

To hell with the rainy days,
Abel.

We're talking about
the total of a man's life here.

How much of himself
he's willing to sell off.

What's your name, boy?

I said, what's your name?

Rusty.

Rusty Dover.

All right, Rusty...

let's go get my cows.

You're a stubborn man,
I give you that.

I mean, I wouldn't have figured

nobody'd trail us
far as you did.

Not for no hundred head.

They're my hundred head

and that's not to
mention two men killed.

Well, it ain't
gonna do you no good

'cause Tommy Graham's
gonna kill you.

That's what he's gonna do.

The feuding Grahams?

That's right.

And Tommy don't tolerate
nothing from no man.

I wouldn't count on that.

He's already run into
me one time before.

You was just lucky.

You're riding with a
bad bunch there, boy.

Why?

They're my friends.

They as good as family to me.

Family is family.

Your friends are nothing but a
bunch of thieves and killers.

You don't know nothing about it.

No?

(yelling ):
Yeah-ho!

Yeah-ho-ho-ho!

(fiddle playing)

(people yelling)

Get out of the way now!
Get out of the way!

Yay-ho!

(fiddle plays)

(whooping)

Somebody get me a drink here!

Here you go, Colonel.

Oh, thank you, son.

Aha!

It was May '27,
Canterbury Hill...

our backs to the sea,

but I had 407 Texas volunteers
behind me

and a Tennessee stud horse
under my ass.

In the charge we made
that morning, folks,

likes of it'll never

be seen again.

Then how come ya'll
took such a lickin', Pa?

Lickin'?

Lickin'? I'll show you, lickin'.
Git up.

(hooting, hollering)

Yee-haw!

(gunshot)

(laughter)

Them damn Yankees are getting
meaner every year, ain't they, Pa?

Come on, get up.

It don't look like
you broke nothing.

Afternoon, Colonel.

Yo, Matt!

I didn't necessarily expect
to see you again so soon.

You still looking
for them cows of yours?

That's right, Colonel.

Didn't realize this
was your place.

To get the cows back I may
have to cross your land.

Why, you go right ahead.

Who you got there?

He's a wrangler I
picked up on the trail.

He ain't gonna do much wrangling
hog tied like that.

We'll manage.

We're just celebrating
my birthday here.

Why don't you climb down

and join us?
Pa...

I seen that boy before.

Riding with Tommy Graham.

Glad to see you're cleaning up
the litter around here, Matt.

Of course you don't speak for
the law no more, do you?

Do you?

My friends and me

swore a solemn oath
to put an end to that sort.

Return the people
to law and order.

Your law, your order?

You even got a name for it,
haven't you?

Committee of 50.

All that means is somebody's
got a taste for blood.

Blood purifies.
Says so in the Bible.

Let me tell you, Colonel,

you're not going
to take this boy.

That's the kind of trash
killed my boy Georgie.

That kind of vermin
needs to be exterminated.

I could insist.

I wouldn't do that.

No.

Son, it's all right.

Why, shoot, Matt,
have it your way.

I'm sure you're going

to do what's right eventually.

So long, Colonel.

You just gonna let him ride out?

It's all right, son.

Nobody steals from us and ours
without paying a price.

Nobody ever has.

That boy ain't gonna
be the first.

(thunder cracks)

There's a light up ahead.

Come on.
Wait a minute.

You don't know who
these people are.

And with everything
we've heard...

Fine, you stay here
and drown. Not me.

(clicks tongue)

(sighs)

(clicks tongue)

Hello, inside!

Will!

MAN:
Don't move an inch!

Or the next one puts you under.

Who are you?

I'm Beth Dillon from down south.

All right.

Move in closer.

Hold it there.

Step on down.

Let me have a look at you.

Now, walk your horses
on in, tie them up.

All right.

Come on in.

Kirby,

put these folk's horses
in the barn,

give them some feed
and wipe down the saddles.

Yes, sir.

You can put your
stuff up over there.

Thanks.

You folks look hungry.

There's a pot of stew on,
plenty for everyone.

We sure could eat.
Thank you.

Sorry about putting
that hole in your hat,

but strangers this far up
make us edgy.

What are you doing up here?

Rustlers hit our place
a week ago.

My father trailed them
up this way.

Alone?

That's a fool thing to do.

You don't know my father.

Your Mr. McCall
seems awfully nice.

He's not
my Mr. McCall.

I just thought since you
were traveling together.

He's an easterner.

My folks hired him.

Now I seem to be stuck with him.

You give him a chance.

Maybe there could
be worse things

you could be stuck with.

BETH: We sure do appreciate
your hospitality.

Afraid hospitality comes
in second place out here.

What's first?

Staying alive.

Rustlers?

Grahams.

Grahams?

Tewksbury and the Grahams
been feuding in this valley

for longer than I
care to think about.

Then you must be a Tewksbury.

I am.

(clears throat)

Kin to Charlie Tewksbury?

Charlie's my brother.

He's working down
by Tombstone now.

You must know Charlie.

Sir, I need to talk to you.

Well, spit it out, boy,
or you're gonna bust.

Mr. Tewksbury,
your brother's dead.

How do you know?

I was there.

He was shot.

Tommy Graham,

wasn't it?

John.

I told Charlie not to leave.

That it was safer for him
here in his own place.

But he was set on getting out.

He just wanted
to find some peace.

There's no such thing as peace
in Pleasant Valley.

It's like living in a crossfire.

Men dying on both sides.

Last spring...

they bushwhacked my little
brother Frank up on the rim.

Then they killed Pa...

and now Charlie.

They're gonna pay for it.

(baby cries)

(thunder rumbling)

It's getting late, Beth.

Will, I'm sorry
I couldn't tell them.

I just didn't know how.

That's okay.

Well, we'll be
pulling out early,

so I want you to saddle
the horses...

Beth, stop it.

Now I've had a long day
and a worse week

and I'll be damned if I'm gonna
take any more

of your orders.

Orders?

Quiet.
You listen to me.

Now what needs to get done
tomorrow

is gonna get done, understand?

Now, I understand about the pain
of your mother's death,

even if you refuse to show it...
I do,

and I wish there was something
I could do, but I can't.

Good night.

Beth.

Come in by the fire.

Please?

You don't handle yourself
like no rancher.

Came to it late.

Well, it ain't no kind of life,
I could tell you that.

It's honest.

Honest?

That's what my daddy
would have said.

Hell, he's as honest
as the day is long,

and dirt poor.

And you're an improvement
on that, huh?

I sure am.

I got my pride.

I stand up for those
that stand up with me.

The day he ran me off,
he said I'd probably hang.

Well, maybe I will,

but I'll spit in the eye
of the man that does it.

Why'd your daddy run you
off in the first place?

None of your damn business,
that's what that is.

Now what?

Rider.

Came through here this morning

since the storm.

Well, ain't that an event.

It wouldn't be,

except this one here is riding
a horse with a bar shoe.

I should be doing that,
Mr. Tewksbury.

The least I could do
for your hospitality.

Your finding that girl's
father is the important thing.

(gunshot)

John!

(gunshot)

We got 'em, Tommy!

Will!

That's for Jimmy and Clyde!

Rot in hell, Tewksbury!

John!

(groaning)

Someone's stirring down there.

Wait.

(rifle cocking)

To the last man.

Don't leave me, Will!

Don't leave me!

Will!

(gunshots)

(sobbing)

(baby crying)

He's still alive, ma'am.
He's still alive!

Who is that fella?

I don't know.

Anyway, it don't really matter.

Still gotta clean out
the whole nest of 'em.

(baby crying)

They're coming down.

Go on, keep your head down.

(groaning)

He ain't finished, Tommy.

Hold it.

(yells)

Oh, God.

Well, ain't that
the best sight ever...

A Tewksbury crawling.

Piece by piece, boys.
Like slaughtering beef.

(cries out)

Ma'am, get away from the window.

(gunshots)

Stop it! Stop it!
Stop it!

Stop it...

Lizzie...

(baby crying)

Billy, take Roe
with you and torch it.

One way or the other,
we'll clear 'em out.

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

(distant gunshots)

Get down.

Let's go.

Hey.

What are you doing?

(baby crying)

Get in the bedroom
and shut the door!

Billy's going around the back.

We got 'em pinned down.

Let's take 'em!

(groans)

On the hill!

Up on the hill!

Damn!
Got us in a crossfire.

(gunfire stops)

♪ ♪

(horse whinnies)

Will.

We're okay.

I need help!

Tommy, Billy!

Hey, it's me Rusty.

Hell, he can't pull a trigger.

He's no use to us.

Hyah! Hyah!

Shh. It's all right.

(door opens)

Beth, what are you doing here?

I came looking for you.

Don't blame Will.

Nobody could have done better
when the trouble hit.

Not even you.

Beth, I found the cattle.

I'm just going
to get them started,

then I'm going
to catch up with you.

Now, the important thing

is for you and Will, to
get this baby into Payson.

I know.

What if he gets sick?

I wouldn't know what to do.

Now, Beth, you'll do fine.

I'll meet you in Payson.

Sheriff's name in Payson
is Abel Rose.

Tell him what happened
and who's responsible.

Right.

I'll catch up with you
in a day or two.

They were good people, sir.

Shot down without a chance.

Yeah, seems
to be Graham's style.

Will, I appreciate you standing
by Beth the way you did.

Did a real good job here.

You can be proud of yourself.

Thank you, sir.

(horse whinnies)

About time.

Figured you was killed
or something.

You worried, were you?

Oh, sick to death with it.

What happened up there?

Your friends, they got away.

I'm surprised they didn't
stop and pick you up.

I didn't see nobody.

Yeah? Well, you must
have dozed off

because the tracks
go right by here.

So now what?

So, I'm still short
a hundred head.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

Graham's place?

You still gonna try
and take Billy and the boys?

That's right.

They got you outgunned, mister.

Weren't no cow ever dropped
worth getting killed over.

Tommy.

Tommy!

(ice cracks)

What do we do?

Bury him.

(revolver cylinder clicking)

Outside.

Well, Dillon,
you found your cows.

Now all you got
to do is take 'em.

Dillon?

Hey, Dillon,
I'll fight with you.

They've got you
outgunned five to one.

Just untie me.
Let me have my gun.

I said I stand with any man
that stands with me.

Now, you did and they didn't.

You'd still have to go
back to Tombstone.

Hell, I'd just soon get shot up
here as to get hung down there.

All right.

You know how to use it?

You just watch me.

All right, circle around
behind the corral.

We'll stampede 'em.

When?

You'll know when.

(chambers round)

(chambers round)

That's far enough, Graham.

What do you want, Dillon?

My cattle... and you.

I'm taking you in,
the whole bunch of you.

Billy, I am clean out
of patience.

Yah!

Hyah! Hyah!

(gasping)

(screams)

(groaning)

(yells)

RUSTY:
Whoo-hoo!

RUSTY: Get out of here!
Move it, boys!

Move it, cows!

Hyah!

Bup, bup, bup!

Hyah! Get out of here!

Whoo!

That's enough, boy.

I'll take the gun back now.

You gonna tie me up again?

Expect I'd have to kill you

if I said yes to that, huh?

Just remember what I told you.

I ain't no boy.

Yeah, I'll remember, Rusty.

Are you the sheriff?

No, he's over to the saloon.

Well, you better get him.

We've got some murders
to report.

Murders? More?

Who should I say...?

I'm Will McCall.

That's Beth Dillon.

And these folks
are the Tewksburys.

It happened yesterday.

Ma'am, did he say
you was a Dillon?

Yes.

Kin to Matt Dillon?

Yes.

How'd you know?

Oh, just guessing.

Well, you folks wait right here.

I'll go get the sheriff.

RUSTY:
Yep, ho! Come on now.

Pretty good hand, Rusty.

Well, it was the front
and back end of my education.

You never told me

why your folks ran you
off of their place.

Uh, it weren't my folks.

It was my pa.

My ma, she died
and he remarried again.

You know,
some young little old thing.

She weren't that
much older than me.

Don't get me wrong or nothing.

I was something wild, all right.

The fact is, she kind
of liked that, you know?

And when he found out
how much she liked it...

I never touched her,
though, I swear.

Even though she never
missed her chance.

I wouldn't have done
that to him.

But he thought I did and...

Rusty, who killed
Charlie Tewksbury?

It was Tommy.

I weren't never even a thief
before that.

I don't suppose you got any
reason to believe that though.

No...

but maybe I do.

You do?

Thank you.

You about ready to get them
old damn mangy cows

you're so fond of going again?

Hey!

Hey!

Hyah now!

Get on up there! Hyah!

Can you believe that?

There's Dillon
with that cow thief.

We best go tell
the colonel. Come on.

Howdy, Mr. Dillon.

Deputy.

My daughter show up here?

Sure did.

Her and her escort, too.

Oh, well, he's bunking with me.

She's over at
Ms. Oliver's place,

down at the end of
the street on your right.

You ever find them
cows of yours?

Yeah, they're just
outside of town.

Well, at least you ain't towing
no dead bodies this time.

No, this time, I buried 'em.

Palmer Graham, Billy Wilson,
Sam Grady.

Any leftovers?

There was a couple,
but the way they were riding,

they're probably
halfway to Texas.

How about that kid you
rode out with... Dover?

He's tending my herd.

Kind of chancy, ain't he?

Well, I don't think so.

Young fella might turn out to be
one to ride the river with.

Sheriff.
Clare.

This here is Matt Dillon.

Oh. Please, come in.

I'd like to pay you something
for your trouble, Mrs. Oliver.

Oh, nonsense.

Your daughter has more
than earned her keep.

She's a fine girl.

Matt, I'll just
wait for you downstairs.

Beth, your father's
come to get you.

Matt, you're all right.

Beth, how's the little fella?

He's fine.

He's got kinfolk in California.

Mrs. Oliver's
going to see he gets there.

Beth did real good with him.

Good.

Beth, you know it's time
we got started for home.

All right.

I didn't think it would
be so hard to say good-bye.

It's all right, child.

You'll have your own baby
soon enough.

He's so tiny...

so alone.

Thanks to you, he'll never
have to be alone again.

It's not just the baby, is it?

No.

It's mom.

(cries ):
I really miss her.

So do I. So do I.

Well, Matt,
the trouble in this valley

should be settled thanks to you.

Things don't settle,
Abel, they get settled.

One of these days,

somebody's gonna have
to stand against Tucker.

20 years ago, it
might've been me.

You sure you ain't looking
to pin a badge on again?

I got my cows back.

I got no more use
for Pleasant Valley.

So long, Abel.

Is that him, Matt?

Go easy on him, Beth.

Uh, I'm mighty sorry

about what happened
at your place, ma'am.

I didn't see it coming.

My father says you're all right.

I'm trying.

Your father, he's quite a man.

Yes, he is.

All right, let's move 'em out.

Hyah.

Get on up there.

Go.

Ho!

(whistles)

(yelling at cattle)

Go, get up there.

Yo!

Hyah! Get up there.

Get up there, come on.

(whoops)

Get up there. Hyah!

Hey! Get up there.

(whistles)

(whoops)

Whoo! Get up there.

(whoops)

They sweet on each other?

I don't know.

Is that what it
looks like to you?

I'd at least say they
working theyselves up to it.

Does that feller suit you?

Well, I don't know.

I hadn't given
that much thought.

Well, he ain't
that much of a cowboy.

Which means he's got more sense
than me or you.

Rusty, you know,
when we get back to Tombstone,

I'm gonna put in a word for you.

Your side of the story
might be some help.

I appreciate that.

When you get straight
with the law,

if you're a mind,
come by and see me.

Might be we'd have a job
for you at the ranch.

(cattle lowing)

I'll take the first watch.

Rusty, you nighthawk... Will.

I'll relieve Rusty,
just tell me when.

Good.

(whistling)

(whistles)

(cow moos)

(clicks tongue)

Get over there, little...
get over.

That's right.
That's right.

Move over a little bit.

Attagirl.
Easy now.

(branch cracks)

Damn cows anyway.

(horse neighs)

(groans)

We didn't forget you, boy.

You're gonna hang
for your thieving ways.

Anything you want to say
before you go?

Yeah.

Why are you hiding
behind that damn hood?

Who do you think
you're fooling anyway?

Suit you better now?

Yeah.

Then, swing!

(horse neighs)

Oh, my, God.

What happened?

They lynched him.

Will, can you get him down?

Yes, sir.

Who?

Vigilantes.

But he was just a boy.

He stood some taller than that.

Where are you going?

Beth...

you and Will take the herd,
go on home.

I know Rusty meant
something to you, but...

He was murdered, Beth.

I understand why you had
to go after our stock,

but this isn't the same thing.

Let's go home.

I lost mom,
I don't want to lose you.

Please, don't go.

I have to, Beth.

I spent a lot of years
wearing a badge

because I believed in the law.

I still do.

But you're not the law anymore.

I'm a man, Beth.

Means I've gotta live
with myself.

It's all part of the same thing.

You go home.

I'll be along.

Give him a good burial, Will.

Here?

What about his people?

If he had any that counted,
he'd still be alive.

And, Will, the herd,
push 'em hard.

The sooner you're out of
Pleasant Valley, the better.

Right.

I'll be back, Beth.

I promise.

(clicks tongue)

(sighs)

Morning, Matt.

Abel.

What brings you out this way?

I heard some rumors in town

that the Committee was
gonna riot last night

on your trail.

Yeah, they did.

The boy?

Oh, hell.

You're going after the
colonel, ain't you?

I am.

I'll ride along.

Let's go.

♪ ♪

Hey, Pa.

(cattle lowing)

Never did tell me
how you got into ranching.

Maybe over a beer sometime.

Be looking forward to it.

Rose!

I bought you with good money.

I thought we had us a deal.

Lord, boys, I do hate to see
the investment go sour this way.

The colonel.

He's a talker.

Step on out here. boys.

We got us some visitors.

Dillon, you're on my property.

This time, you ain't welcome.

This time, you're trespassing.

We're here to take you
and your boys in for murder.

Murder?

Well, what poor soul
are we discussing here?

Rusty Dover.

He was just a boy, Tucker.

That boy had bad habits, Dillon.

Hanging's a sure cure.

How do you want to take them?

Straight on.

I don't know.

Pa?

Yeah.

Five of them.

You got any preference?

I'd prefer you didn't miss.

And you?

This here scatter gun,
I gotta get close.

(rifles cocking)

That's right, boys.

Just keep on a-walkin'.

(groans)

(yells)

(yells)

TUCKER:
Don't retreat.

Hold your ground.

Hold your damned ground.

(groans)

Reginald.

Cole.

Son.

I'm sorry, son.

I'm sorry, Virgil.

I'm sorry, boy.

You want to give it up, Colonel?

You go straight to hell.

I didn't give it up
at Canterbury Hill.

I didn't give it up at Shiloh.

And I ain't going
to give it up now.

Can you get your arm up, Matt?

Yeah.

Take him.

How you feeling?

Like a lawman.

What do you say
we get out of here?

(cow moos)

(horse neighing)

Beth.