All language subtitles for Gunsmoke S01E23 - 023 - Indian Scout.eng

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ANNOUNCER:

Starring James Arness
as Matt Dillon.

It's quite a parade,
ain't it?

Terrible, Will.
Terrible.

Yes, sir.

It's quite a parade.

I count 23 dead

the burial detail's
bringin' in.

Well...

there ain't
no way to tell,

I guess,
uh, which-

That's right.

How you gonna
recognize a man?

Even your own brother,

when they got him tied
in a canvas sack.

Anyway,
you probably

couldn't
recognize him

after what them Comanches
did to him.

They probably-
That's enough, Clay.

Mr. Bailey...

I'm sure sorry
about your brother.

Yeah, we're all sorry,
ain't we?

A whole
cavalry patrol.

Twenty-three men.

Dead.

We're sorry, and
that's the end of it.

Now, Will, you can't get-
Hell, maybe they'll put up

a marker
out there

at Cold Creek,
where it all happened.

I know how you feel,
Mr. Bailey.

Do you?

There ought to be
plenty more

who feel
the same way.

Ain't gonna be hard
to get up a posse

to go out after
some Indian scalps.

No, sir,
it ain't.

And that's
a fact.

I can tell you the one
that's gonna die first.

This one!

Ridin' along as brazen
as anything,

right behind
the men he killed.

Amos Cartwright?

Oh, now,
Mr. Bailey, that-

That's right.

Amos Cartwright.

Twenty-fourth man
in that patrol.

The only one
to come back alive.

The scout that
led 'em into ambush.

Mr. Bailey, that's just
a wild idea.

There ain't
a shred of proof.

I don't need
no proof. I know.

That scum killed
my brother.

And I'm gonna
kill him.

It's gonna be
up to us, boys.

You know that,
don't you?

That's right, Will.
We don't blame you.

Everybody here
with Will on this?

Hello, Matt.

Hello, Kitty.

I was wonderin'
where you were.

You're late for lunch.

Yeah, I wasn't
too hungry, I guess.

Cook made up some of
that stew you like.

Oh, yeah?

Well, in that case, I guess
I could manage a little.

Sam'll get it.
Go on over and sit down.

Yeah, in just a minute.
I, uh-

I wanna talk to
somebody first.

Matt.

Never mind
about Will Bailey.

He's got a right to be upset
about his brother.

Tell Sam to bring me
a bread heel

with that stew,
will you?

Bailey.

Hello, marshal.

I heard about
your brother. I'm sorry.

Yeah, thanks.

I also heard you talkin' some
about getting up a posse.

That's right.

You better let
the cavalry handle that.

Cavalry?

Take them weeks
to get ready.

By that time them Comanches
wouldn't be

anywhere near
Cold Creek.

They're nowhere
near there now.

But you're not
particular

about which Indians
you find, are you?

That's right.

Way I look at it,
an Indian's an Indian.

Any one of 'em
alive's too many.

That'd do a lot of good,
wouldn't it, Bailey?

Starting an Indian war
all over again...

so a lot more men
could die.

I ain't gonna argue
with you, marshal.

'Cause it's none of
your business anyhow.

Maybe not.

But something else
you've been saying

is my business.

I understand you've
been threatening

to kill
Amos Cartwright.

That's right.

Well, don't try it.

Not in Dodge
anyway.

You aiming to protect
that filthy murderer, marshal?

You got any proof
against him,

you swear out a warrant,
and I'll arrest him.

Otherwise...

Proof?

Look, I've known
Amos Cartwright

a good many years.

He's always been
a reliable man.

He was the only one to come back

from Cold Creek alive too,
wasn't he?

He was scouting.

He was out ahead.

That's right.

He was supposed to spot
them Comanches too, wasn't he?

But he didn't.

You know why?

Because he's
a Comanche himself.

He lived with 'em...

married one...

rode on war parties with 'em.

And led that patrol
into ambush for 'em.

Killing Amos Cartwright's not
gonna help your brother, Bailey.

But it is gonna get you
in trouble with the law.

I reckon I'll just have to

take my chances on that,
marshal.

All right.

Maybe you'll cool off
in a couple of days,

see some reason.

Maybe.

Thanks, Sam.

Sit down, Kitty.

Thanks, Matt.

That Will Bailey
is sure riled up.

Guess I can't
blame him too much.

Well...

not too much,
I guess.

Do you think what he says
about Amos is true?

I don't think you ought to
condemn a man without proof.

Matt.

Okay, hold it.

Don't touch
that gun.

All right,
just stay like that.

Amos, maybe you'd better find
someplace else to eat today.

I come to see the man that's
doing all the talkin' about me.

All right, you've seen him.
Now go on.

Mister, I don't
allow nobody

to say things about me.

I said 'em,
and I'll say 'em again.

You're no better
than a Comanche yourself.

You're a lying, sneaking,
murdering redskin-

That's enough, Bailey.

Sit down.

Come on, Amos.

I'll see you,
mister.

Later.

Will, no!

Where are you
taking me, marshal?

Oh, just outside
here, Amos.

Look, Amos...

this thing'll blow over
in a couple of days,

but, uh,
until then I think

you'd better stay
out at the fort.

I don't fear him.

Well, it's not
just him, Amos.

He's got half the town
believing it.

Don't worry none
about me, marshal.

I know how
to handle this.

Well, I hope so, Amos.

I sure hope so.

Mr. Dillon?!

Hello, Chester.

My, I'm sure glad
you're back.

Why, what's
the matter?

Just what you was
afraid of:

Bailey and Amos.

Bailey's dead.
Bailey?

That's right.

Doc's got him
up at the office.

All right.

Amos heard that Bailey
was hunting him,

so he laid for him and
jumped him with a knife.

Where was this?

Over by
the livery stable.

He got
clean away too,

before anybody knew
what happened.

Hello, Doc.
Where you been?

I've been at the fort
trying to get a statement

from the colonel.

A statement
to clear Amos.

Well, did you get it?

No. Colonel wouldn't
commit himself.

Pending further investigation.

Yeah, looks like you're
wasting your time, anyways,

trying to clear Amos.

Yeah. Where's Bailey?

Oh.

In here.

Oh, my.

Yeah.

Well, that Amos has gone
all Comanche now,

and that's a fact.

Yeah, well, he didn't
have to do that.

Nobody saw Amos
leave town?

Nope. Got away
clean as a whistle.

Probably headed south
into Comanche territory

maybe...two hours ago.

Matt.

You can't go
down there after him.

Not with all that
Indian trouble.

I don't tell you how
to set bones, do I, Doc?

Well,
use your head.

Maybe if I'd
used my head,

Bailey would still
have his hair.

Well, I don't see
a thing, Mr. Dillon.

You think we're
gaining on him?

Should be.

Well, we can't find him
too soon for me.

We sure picked
a day for it.

Look here.

Tracks of an unshod
Indian pony.

They'd been following him
for several miles.

You think they're
riding together?

No. All the Indians
staying behind, trailing.

Why?

I don't know.

But Amos is wandering...

like he can't make up
his mind which way to go.

Maybe he's trying to
throw us off his trail.

No. He wouldn't be
expecting anybody

to follow him
way out here.

Well...

Beats me.

Mr. Dillon.
Here's something.

Looks like that Indian pony
just stopped here and stood.

Yeah.

He was probably
looking out there...

watching Amos,
whichever way he went.

And then he...

turned off and
went that way.

Yeah. Running.

See the way those prints
dig in and stretch out?

What do you think
that means?

I think we better
find Amos, quick.

Hold it, Amos.

Put it down.

Just stand
right there.

You didn't give me
no fair draw, marshal.

No more than you
gave Bailey.

I'm gonna get you
back to Dodge alive.

Sit down.

All right,
Chester.

You figuring to ride tonight?

Later.

After the horses are rested.

You think you can
get me back to Dodge, marshal?

I think so.

This is Comanche country,
remember.

I wouldn't count too much
on that, Amos.

I shouldn't think
those Comanches

would be too fond
of you right now.

Why not?

Like Bailey said...

I'm almost one
myself.

Yeah, but there were
Comanches

killed at
Cold Creek too.

Some.

They must know you were
scouting for the bluecoats.

They don't hold no grudge
against scouts.

As long as you scout
against their enemies:

the Apache, the Cheyenne.

But you led the cavalry
against your own tribe.

That wasn't
too smart.

I ain't
worried.

You're the one
ought to be.

Maybe.

You hate me, don't you, marshal?

No, I don't hate you, Amos.

I'm just trying to
understand you, that's all.

Must be
a hard choice...

turn against
your own kind.

I'd like to know
what makes a man do that.

If you knew the way it was...

It was never so good for me
before or since.

I can remember the day.
It was like this. It was dusk.

I left the horses,
three of my best,

in front of her father's lodge.

I never waited so anxious
in my life.

Then he came out
and tied 'em,

and drove 'em
into his herd.

Yeah, that, uh...

That means that you were
accepted, married, doesn't it?

Mm-hm.

We lived fine.

I had a lodge of 14 skins.

I brought meat and plenty
to the family.

I counted coal.

I was respected...loved.

Oh, why'd you leave then?

She died.

In childbirth.

Amos...

at Cold Creek...

did you lead that cavalry
into ambush?

I rid with the cavalry
a lot of years.

Them boys
were my friends.

Sergeant McElroy
and the rest.

So you didn't lead 'em.

But you knew that ambush
was there, didn't you?

And you didn't warn 'em.

I couldn't!

Don't you see?

It would have been
the other way around.

It would have been the Comanches
that was massacred.

They were my friends, relatives,
people I've lived with.

Whatever I did,
it would have been wrong.

So you ran away
and did nothing, huh?

Well, a man has to make
a choice, Amos.

By failing to act,
you made yours all the same.

Coming back to Dodge
was a mistake though.

If you'd stayed out, you
might have been taken for dead

and forgotten.

But you've gone
too far this time...

killing Bailey
the way you did.

There's nothing left for you
but Dodge and the noose.

You ain't got me back
to Dodge yet, marshal.

Maybe you ain't
going to.

All right,
get down over there.

Let's get
outside, Chester.

Kind of looks like
a war party.

Big one.

Maybe they'll
pass on by us.

Uh-uh.

Guess again,
Chester.

Yeah.
It's us, I guess.

They're Comanches,
aren't they, Amos?

Yep.

They're Comanches,
all right.

Friends of mine.

So I won't be
going back to Dodge with you.

I guess you lose,
marshal.

Hm.

Maybe we all lose,
Amos.

Why don't
they do something?

Just sitting there.

It's a trick,
Chester.

They're trying
to spook us.

They'd like us to come out
there in the open.

Well, I can't see what
difference it'd make.

If they was to
rush us here,

we wouldn't
stand a chance.

Well, we could
kill our horses.

Pull them up in a circle
and shoot 'em,

slit their throats.

What for?
Stop a charge.

The Indian ponies
smell blood, they balk.

Mr. Dillon, out here
without horses?

Here, Amos.
You better take this.

You recognize any of 'em?

That one.

That's my wife's brother,
Buffalo Tongue.

Looks like
he's fixing

to do something.

I'd better
get to those horses.

Wait.

You might
need them.

Pardon?

Maybe they don't even
know you're here.

If you keep
out of sight...

wait for dark,
only an hour or so-

What are you trying
to say, Amos?

I'm thinking about that
noose back in Dodge, marshal.

What about the Comanches?

That's my wife's
brother out there.

I've ridden with him
on many a party.

He's coming down alone.

Where you going?

It's me they're
looking for, marshal.

They don't even know
you're here.

Oh, no, no, Amos.

Three men can't stand
against that many Comanches.

It's like you said,
marshal.

A man makes his choice.

All right, Amos.

You've made yours.

Mr. Dillon,
he's our prisoner.

No.

No, he's nobody's
prisoner now, Chester.

Give me a knife,
Chester.

No.

Don't, marshal.

Not yet.

It's gotta
come out, Amos.

Wait.

In a minute, won't matter.

Marshal...

he didn't even bother
to count coal.

That arrow went
clean through.

They didn't even
seem to notice us.

Yeah, that wasn't
a battle, Chester.

It was
an execution.

Mr. Dillon, why didn't they
bother to take his scalp?

Worst possible
insult.

When an Indian won't even
touch the body.

You think that Amos
might have known

what would happen?

I think so.

Well, then I guess
he saved our lives.

Yeah.

Well, I...

I guess that was better
than the noose.

Maybe so, Chester.

Maybe so.

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