All language subtitles for Gunsmoke S09E14 (The Glory and the Mud)

Starring James
Arness as Matt Dillon.

♪♪

Too bad.

Too bad, Quint.

He's got you now.

Give a beer, Dan.

Oh, wait a minute.

Well, that's it for sure.

Too bad, Quint.

Well, you can't
win them all, Dan.

- Another game?
- No, no thanks, Quint.

How about a beer?

Well, I'll let you
win more often.

- Marshal.
- Hello, Beal.

Uh, give 'em
beers. I'll pay for it.

Oh, that's all right.

No, no, I-I want to.

I want to talk to you anyway.

Well, you know Quint
Asper, here, don't you?

Oh, sure. Howdy.

Hello, Beal.

I understand you're working
out at the Meeker place now.

Well, that was three weeks ago.

I-I had another job since then.

Well, where you working now?

I'm not.

Uh, that's what I want to
talk to you about, Marshal.

See, I got a good
chance for a very good job,

but I need your help.

What kind of a job?

Town marshal.

Town marshal? Where?

Over at Coyote Flats.

They need a town
marshal over there real bad,

but I don't have the experience
I need for them to hire me,

so that's where I thought
maybe you could help me.

How's that?

I was wondering if you could
take me on as your deputy here.

Well, I don't need
a deputy, Beal.

Well-well, you wouldn't
have to pay me or anything.

Just let me work with you,
and I get the experience I need.

Well, what makes you think

this is the right
kind of work for you?

I know it is.

I've given it a lot of thought.

It's the only way I
can be somebody.

Well, what do you mean?

You think you're gonna get a
reputation with it or something?

Well, man's got to have a
reputation to be a town marshal.

Well, I, uh... I got to
get on back to shop.

- Thanks for the beer.
- Sure.

- See you tomorrow, Quint.
- All right, Dan.

- Bye.
- So long, Quint.

See, the way-way I
see it, Marshal, uh,

a man has to get a
reputation with a gun.

He... to be
somebody, uh, like you.

Well, Beal, let me
tell you something.

You don't get a marshal's job
to make yourself a reputation.

You do it to keep the law.

You just hope you can do
a halfway decent job of it.

The way I figure it,
everybody looks up to you

because you've beat every
man that ever faced you.

That's all it takes.

People are scared of you.

Yeah, that's not much to
recommend the job, is it?

I-I've been good
with a gun all my life.

And if I'm gonna
be somebody, I...

I got to get a
reputation with a gun.

It's not that I got an
urge to kill anybody, but...

if that's what it takes...

You've got a strange way
of looking at things, Beal.

I-I've got it figured that way.

Now, you gonna help me, or not?

I mean... simple as that.

Well, I'm not gonna
help get you a legal right

to kill somebody, if
that's what you mean.

Now, look, why don't
you take my advice?

Forget about this
marshal business

and go on back to cowboying.

That's one thing I'll never do.

Well... in that case, you better
let me pay for these beers.

You're gonna need your money.

So long, Dan.

So long.

- Hello, Doc.
- Hello, Matt. How are you?

What are you doing now?

Waiting for somebody to
come in sick on a stage?

No, I...

sort of thought I'd protect
the people of Dodge,

and kind of meet the
stage and warn them

if any outlaws arrived.

Ah, well, I'm sure
they'd appreciate that.

Well, I figure
somebody ought to do it

while the law fools
around in the pool hall.

Well, at least they
know where I am.

I thought you were supposed
to be out at the Allgoods.

Well, I'm going out there later.

And I think I got some
serum coming in on the stage,

and when I go out there, I
might as well vaccinate them

at the same time,
don't you figure?

- Howdy, Marshal, Doc Adams.
- Well, hello, Cloudy.

- Cloudy, how are you?
- You hear it coming? -What's that?

You put your ear down to the
ground, you'll hear it coming.

- Oh, you mean the stage?
- Yes, sir.

- Put your ear down.
- Cloudy?

Don't have to. There it is.

It's right on time, ain't it?

By golly, it is at that.

Whoa!

- Hello, Doc. Matt.
- Chick, how are you?

Well, Doc, this is for you.

They said to
handle it with care.

Thanks. How was the trip?

Hot. Got a celebrity with me.

- Celebrity?
- Jack Dakota.

Matt?

Matt Dillon, what an
honor to have you meet me.

- Hi, Jack.
- How did you know I was coming?

- Well, I didn't.
- Good to see you, Matt.

Well, good to see you, Jack.

This is Dr. Adams,
Jack Dakota, Doc.

- Hi.
- Doctor.

What brings you to Dodge?

Well, my show closed and, uh,

I figured I'd come down
here for a few days rest.

Show? You got a show?

A kind of a Wild West show.

Well, you're not figuring on
bringing it to Dodge, are you?

No, I've decided to
close it... indefinitely.

Maybe for good.

Matt, they tell me the Dodge
House is the best hotel in town.

It's the only hotel.

Well, then I don't have
much choice, do I?

Afraid not.

- Your bags, Mr. Dakota.
- Thank you.

Now, Jack, my office
is just down the street.

If there's anything I can
do for you, let me know.

I'll do that, Matt.
I surely will.

Can I tote your
bags, Mr. Dakota?

- Well, what's your name?
- My name's Cloudy, sir.

Well, I'd be pleased to
have you help me, Cloudy.

Yes, sir.

- It's been a pleasure meeting you, Doctor.
- Same here.

Kind of a dude, ain't he?

Yeah, he's getting to be

a pretty fancy
dresser in his old age.

I'll tell you, Doc,
he used to be

the best peace
officer on the prairie.

- How old is he?
- Don't know.

- It's hard to say.
- Hey, Marshal?

That was Jack Dakota, wasn't it?

Yeah.

A man really have to be
somebody to go up against him.

Mm-hmm, probably get
himself killed doing it, too.

Well, I don't know.

Maybe he ain't as
fast as he used to be.

I wouldn't count on that.

Man that shot him would get
himself a reputation real quick.

Beal, let me tell you something.

You're not gonna get
yourself much of a reputation

on Boot Hill.

Let's go, Doc.

I'd like a large room,
preferably on the front.

Yes, sir, that can be arranged.

How long will you be
staying, Mr. Dakota?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe
a day, maybe longer.

I haven't decided.

We'll see that you have
the best accommodations.

Now, that's room 18.

You, uh, turn left at
the head of the stairs.

Oh, and can I help
you with the bags?

No, my friend will help
me, won't you, Cloudy?

Yes, sir.

Oh, by the way, Clerk?

Yes, sir?

Do you happen to know a
Mrs. Sarah Carr here in Dodge?

Why, I sure do. She
runs a dress shop.

Just the nicest sort of person.

Well, she's a widow
lady, isn't she?

Yes, that's right.

Now, her shop is the other side
of Front Street and down a ways.

Thank you.

Cloudy, I bet you a quarter

you don't know how
to shine a pair of boots.

Oh, I shine boots
real good, Mr. Dakota.

Well, you show me,
the quarter's yours.

- Yes, sir.
- I want them to look extra special.

Good morning, Mrs. Carr.

Good morning, Amy.

Oh, that's a beautiful dress
you're wearing, Miss Kitty.

Thank you, Amy.

Oh, is that your mother's
dress you brought?

Oh, yes.

Tell her I'll have it
ready Thursday morning.

And you-you can just
leave it on the table.

Remember what to
tell your mother now.

- Thursday morning.
- That's right.

- Bye-bye. -Bye. -Bye.

How does that look to you?

Hmm...

You think it looks a little
long over here on this side?

You're perfectly right.

It is.

You know, if women
had any sense,

we wouldn't wear our
dresses down to our ankles.

How about up to our
knees like the saloon girls?

Well, not quite that far up.

- Somewhere in between.
- Mm.

Well, I suppose they'll get
around to it one of these days.

Now, does that do it?

Oh, that's fine, just perfect.

Good. Well, if
you'll take it off,

I'll start to work
on it right away.

All right.

I was, uh, by Jonas'
before I came over here.

He said he was getting in a
new shipment of materials.

Well, I wish he'd get some more

of that fine China
silk he had last fall.

It was so nice to work with.

He also said there
was a celebrity in town.

A celebrity?

Yeah, came in on
the morning stage.

Who is it?

Jack Dakota.

Jack Dakota.

You've heard of
him, haven't you?

In Dodge?

What'd you say?

Oh, yes, yes,
I've-I've heard of him.

He's a showman
of sorts, isn't he?

Yeah, that's right.

Jonas said he wasn't gonna
bring his show into town, though.

I wonder why he came to Dodge?

I don't know.

But I hope he finds his way to
the Long Branch while he's here.

Stir up a little
extra excitement.

I expect it would.

I wonder if getting famous
has changed him any.

Changed him?

I, uh...

I knew him years ago.

Before he got so famous.

Before I married Mr. Carr.

Where was that?

Missouri.

Well, you'll probably
see him while he's here.

Oh, I doubt that.

I expect he's forgotten me.

Well, how much do I owe
you for the other dress?

Oh, not today, Kitty.

Wait till I finish this one. Then
you can pay me all at once.

All right, anything you say.

It'll be ready
tomorrow afternoon.

Oh, that'll be fine.

Good day, Miss Kitty.

Good-bye, Sarah.

Mm.

Hello, Sarah.

Jack.

It's been a long time.

Yes.

Nearly 20 years.

It's good to see you, Jack.

You haven't changed.

You're still the
prettiest girl in town.

I-I came in this morning.

They told me where
I could find you.

Would-would... would
you like some coffee?

I would.

- Have a seat.
- Thanks.

Black?

That's right.

I heard about Mr. Carr's death.

I'm sorry.

My husband was a good man.

I tried to find you, but,
uh, you'd moved away.

Well, I came to
Dodge after Sam died.

It's hard to believe that
was nearly four years ago.

Why Dodge?

Oh, I don't know.

Dodge is growing.

It's alive.

Perhaps that's why I like it.

It's alive.

Thank you.

Are you happy here?

There are good people in Dodge.

Oh, well, I didn't mean that.

I mean this, uh...
this dress shop.

Yes, I think so.

I'm comfortable, I have friends.

Good.

But what about you, Jack?

You've become quite a celebrity

since you started
your Wild West show.

Oh. Well, I've given that up.

I'm ready to settle down.

Why, I can't imagine
you giving it up.

I want to make a new
life for myself, Sarah.

I want to drop all those years.

The good ones, as well as
the bad ones. Forget them.

I want to start all over again.

Start all over?
Well, where? How?

Well, I haven't decided yet.

I thought maybe you'd
have some ideas about that.

Me?

I've thought of you
so many times, Sarah.

I've truly missed
you over the years.

Jack, I don't think
we'd better try to...

With your permission,
I'd like to come courting.

- Courting?
- How about supper tonight?

- Oh, I-I don't think I...
- I'll be here at 7:00.

- Well, are you sure we ought...?
- And, uh, we'll rent a buggy.

And after supper, you
can show me the Arkansas.

It's nothing but a muddy creek.

Well, I'd like to
see for myself.

7:00.

Well.. all right.

Doesn't look like a
muddy creek to me.

It rained last week.

You want to walk
down to the water?

It's a little chilly.

I'd rather just sit
here, if you don't mind.

Are you comfortable?

No, I'm not. I
feel very strange.

Strange?

Well, thinking of everything
that's happened today.

I feel strange, different.

Well, to me, you're
the same person

you were 20... 20 years ago.

Oh, no. I could never
be that girl again.

Yes, you are.

We're both the same
people we were then.

I'm not.

I've lived a whole
lifetime since then

with someone else.

With a man I respected.

Did you love him?

He was a good man, Jack.

He was a wonderful, kind man.

But you weren't
in love with him.

Perhaps not... as you mean it.

We loved each other then.

Did we?

You know it's true.

But you left me.

Ran off and left
me without a word.

Because I couldn't offer
you the life you needed.

I couldn't change then,

and I wasn't about
to ask you to change.

I don't remember you
saying anything like that.

I didn't know
how to say it then.

You could have tried.

Even if you'd said it badly.

Well, it's passed.

All I want you to remember is

what you said to me that night.

"When you decide to settle down,

I'll marry you."

You remember that?

Yeah. That's what I want now.

Jack, you can't
just cut into my life

and expect to sweep
me up just like that.

Why not?

Well, it's not
fair. It's not right.

You could have
written or something.

Well, it was only last week
I learned you were here.

There wasn't time to write.

Jack...

I think we better
be getting back now.

But it's early.

Yeah, I know, but I... I
guess I'm a little tired.

Please?

All right.

Golly, Kitty, it's just
like the old days.

Where'd everybody come from?

It's been like this ever
since he came in here.

People sure are
silly. Just look at 'em.

You've got to admit he's a
pretty impressive-looking man.

Well, sure is, but why
does everybody want

to shake hands with him?

They act like some
of his notoriety's

gonna rub off on 'em.

Didn't you shake hands with him?

Well, of course not.

Well, shook hands with him
at the station when he came in.

Matter of courtesy.

Well, it doesn't bother me a bit

how much they
shake hands with him

as long as he keeps
the place filled up.

Well, it wouldn't be so bad,

except they're all
gonna run home

and tell their children and
their grandchildren about it.

And by the time they get
through with it, Dakota's exploits...

And we all twist it
out of proportion.

It's disgusting.

I'll get you another drink.

Glad to meet you.

Proud to shake your hand.

Gee, I wish I'd been
with you all those places.

I would've sure helped you
out with some of that shooting.

Let's see that gun, Cloudy.

Oh, it's broke, it don't work.

I haven't seen a
five-shot Paterson Colt

since the Mexican War.

You ought to get
it fixed, Cloudy.

It's a fine old piece.

Hey, Dakota, when you
was in the Wild West show,

did you wear any
powder or paint?

Yup, war paint. Safest
way to fight a war.

Why, in the second act, I
wiped out the whole Sioux nation

with six blank bullets.

Oh, you can hear
this place buzzing

clear down the street there.

Mr. Dillon said it might
be that Dakota feller.

- He was right.
- How about a beer?

Um, well, now
that I'm here, yeah.

Guess I could use one.

Where's Matt?

Uh, he's up at his office, doing
some-some paperwork up there.

Say, uh, you ain't seen that,

uh, that Sam Beal
around, have you, Doc?

Right down there.

How long has he been there?

Well, ever since I came in.

How long's that been?

Well, I don't know how
long I've been here. Why?

Well, Mr. Dillon just wanted
me to find out, that's all.

Don't get so nosey.

What are you two fighting about?

Well, he asked me a
question, I gave him an answer,

and now he starts
an argument about it.

Oh, there you are, Doc,
you're getting everything

all twisted around again.

I-I did no such thing. I-I-I
should've knowed better.

Uh, I should have
asked you, Miss Kitty.

What's that?

Well... how long's that
Sam Beal been here?

Oh, I don't know.

I think he came in
right after Dakota did.

Well, that's what me and
Mr. Dillon was afraid of.

What do you mean "afraid?"

Well, he's been following
that Dakota around

ever since he got into
town this afternoon.

What on earth for?

He's itching for a gunfight.

I guess he figures that Dakota's

just about the best
target there is around.

Sam Beal and Dakota?

Beal wouldn't get his
gun out of his holster.

Oh, I don't know
about that now, Doc.

I-I seen Sam down
at the train depot,

and he was practicing
down there on some bottles,

and he ain't bad.

Well, you don't think he'd
be that foolish, do you?

Well, I don't know, Miss Kitty.

That's why Mr. Dillon wants
me to keep an eye out on him.

Well, I knew it couldn't last.

What's that?

Well, all my good fortune.

I get an attraction in here
for the first time in months,

and his life's in danger.

I don't think you're gonna have
to worry tonight. He's leaving.

I better be going, too.

Chester, if you know
Sam Beal so well,

why don't you try to talk
some sense into him?

Well, Doc, why in
the world do you think

that I'm leaving right now?

Hey, Beal, wait up a minute.

How are you doing?

All right.

Mind if I walk along
with you a little bit here?

No, why? Did Marshal Dillon
tell you to keep an eye on me?

No, not exactly.

Well, listen, Chester, you
tell Marshal Dillon from me

that I'm not taking any advice
from him or you or anybody else.

I just hoped you don't
get yourself killed, that's all.

Well, I wasn't
figuring on it, Chester.

Kind of jumped off
the deep end, ain't you?

I was kind of pushed.

Who is it?

Matt Dillon.

Just a minute, Matt.

Come in, Matt, come in.

Oh. Sorry to bother you
this time of the morning.

No bother. Sit down?

No, thanks. I'm afraid I've
got bad news for you, Jack.

Well, I've heard that before.

Somebody after me?

Mm-hmm, you guessed it.

Matt, I-I didn't mean to
bring trouble to your town.

Well, you didn't bring
it. It was already here.

Oh, somebody fixing to
build a reputation, hmm?

That's the idea.

Well, I was hoping
those days were past.

Look here, Jack.

That's him.

Which one?

Fellow right across
there, across the street.

His name is Sam Beal.

Yeah.

He looks like all the others.

You think that he'll outdraw me?

That what's worrying you?

No, no, I, uh... I just don't
want to see anybody get killed.

I tell you something, Matt.

There won't be a shooting.

Your reputation does it for you.

I wouldn't count on that,
Jack. You're a living legend.

Somebody's bound
to try and kill you.

I wouldn't want that.

Not now, not yet.

Well, look, then why
don't you maybe just think

about moving on, leaving Dodge?

Why doesn't this Sam Beal leave?

Well, 'cause he's a
stubborn, senseless kid.

Well, I have as much right
to come and go as he does.

And just as much right
to be stubborn, too.

I was hoping I could
reason with you.

Matt, I'm not worried
about Sam Beal.

Well, it isn't only Sam
Beal. There'll be others.

Well, there'll always be others.

Just where would you suggest
I go to get away from them?

Well, I don't know.
You-you got me there.

Matt, there'll be towns

you'll have to leave
when you get my age.

Oh, yes, you're heading
for the same fate.

You think you got it tough now,

but wait till your
eyesight goes.

Your reflexes slow down.

There won't be any comfortable
old age for you, either.

I wasn't figuring to
live that long, Jack.

Well, neither was I.

I appreciate your warning,
Matt, but I'm not leaving.

I came to Dodge to get married.

I intend to settle down here.

Married?

Yeah, Sarah Carr.

We're old friends.

It's, uh... well, it's something
we should've done years ago.

So you see, you
might as well get used

to having me in your town.

Well... well, all right, Jack.

Oh, stop worrying, Matt.

I'll-I'll make it a point to
steer clear of this Sam Beal.

Well, I hope you do.

So long, Jack.

So long.

And, Matt? Thanks again.

I've had better food,

but I can't remember
enjoying a meal more.

Traveling has made
you a fancy talker.

I mean every word.

Oh, Jack, how long
have we been here?

Maybe 30 minutes. Why?

Oh, I'm expecting a
customer early this afternoon.

That can wait.

You'll be giving up that
business soon anyway.

Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

I'm not gonna have
my wife running a shop.

I want you to be
a lady of leisure.

Jack, you're pushing
me awfully fast.

You'll have to give
me some time to think.

I'll give you as much
time as you need.

As long as we can be together.

My life was so planned
before yesterday.

I've been very comfortable
the past two years.

I've been happy.

I like the way I live.

I'd think you'd like to have
a little house of your own.

Maybe here, just
outside of Dodge.

It's a good town,
you have friends here.

I'll build you the finest
house around these parts.

Houses cost money.

I've got money.

Oh, maybe I haven't been
as thrifty as I might've been,

but there's always a way
to get the money I need.

I'm the worst kind
of housekeeper.

You'd be ashamed of me.

Never.

Everything is so
easy for you, Jack.

It always was, I guess.

You've got to grab
hold of life, Sarah.

Once you know what
you want, go and get it.

Anything's easy if
you're not afraid to face it.

What if you're not
sure what you want?

I know what I want.

Don't you?

I'd better be getting
back to the shop.

What time do you close?

Oh, no set time.
Usually by nightfall.

I'll be by for you then.

We'll have supper.

All right, Jack.

- Ah, Miss Kitty.
- Well, good afternoon.

You're just the
person I want to see.

Oh?

You do have poker
at the Long Branch?

You bet I do.

I didn't notice a
game there last night.

Well, uh, I don't think
there was a game last night.

I think everybody was
too busy gaping at you.

Do you think I'd
have any trouble

getting up a game
this afternoon?

Oh, I wouldn't think so.

There's always
somebody ready to gamble.

- Well, then I'll drop over.
- Good.

You know, uh, I was
just on my way to Sarah's.

I understand you
two are old friends.

Oh, yes, we are.

Maybe you won't mention to her
that I inquired about the poker?

I won't.

You're a delightful
woman, Miss Kitty.

- Good day.
- Bye.

Mr. Dakota?

- Cloudy.
- Would you fix it?

Fix what?

You said it was a good
gun, and it ought to be fixed.

It's a fine old gun.

Would you fix it?

Sure, Cloudy, glad to.

- Afternoon, Sam.
- Mr. Dakota.

I, uh, thought there might
be a poker game going.

Oh, there'll be
one going tonight.

I'll tell them you
want to sit in.

No hurry. I'm going to
fix Cloudy's gun for him.

- Mm-hmm.
- You know my friend Cloudy, don't you?

- Oh, sure. Cloudy.
- Mr. Sam.

Would you bring two
beers over to that table?

You bet.

- Got a knife, Cloudy?
- Yes, sir.

- Thank you, Sam.
- Uh-huh.

Here's to your health, Cloudy.

Thank you, sir.

This piece is
pretty dirty, Cloudy.

You know...

your only real trouble here is

your cylinder's frozen.

Can you fix it?

Sure, we can take care of it.

I guess when a man
gets too old to shoot a gun,

best thing he can do
is take up fixing them.

You take care of
this gun, Cloudy.

It'll serve you a long time.

That gun suits you.

It's old and rusty and worn out.

You know, Cloudy, one thing
about a good shooting iron...

Never gets too old.

Dakota, I think you're living
on your past reputation.

And you just can't
live up to it no more.

Cloudy, I once
knew an Indian chief

who had no son
to take his place.

One of the young bucks in
the tribe decided it was time

for the chief to retire.

So, he took him on
in a ceremonial fight.

What happened?

The young buck was so anxious,

he missed the chief, first
blow of the tomahawk,

and the chief killed him.

Dakota... you're old,

and you're slow,
and you're finished.

Might be.

Why don't you draw?

I got no reason to kill you.

You really think
you could kill me?

I don't think you're that fast.

I'll show you what fast is.

Your hammer needs smoothing.

Tell Miss Kitty, I'll pay for
the damages to the floor.

Come on, Cloudy.

Bring your gun.

We'll fix it at the hotel.

Dakota?

Matt.

It's all right. Sam
Beal is still alive.

I was forced to show
him a few tricks, though,

at the expense of Kitty's floor.

Oh, I see. Well,
now, look, I can, uh...

I can take him
over and lock him up

if you want me to
till you leave town.

I wasn't planning to leave.

We've been through
that before, Matt.

This old gun ain't
old and wore out,

so you just get, Sam Beal.

You see what he done, Marshal?

Cloudy, I'll meet you
over at the Dodge House.

I promised to fix
the gun for him.

Yeah, well, if you do, just
make sure he doesn't keep it.

I will.

You know, he's lucky in a way.

How do you mean?

He'll always be a child.

Not like the rest of us.

Man once, child twice?

Well... if you make
yourself comfortable, Jack,

I'll see if I can find
you something to drink.

Oh, wait.

You'd better take off that cape.

You might catch cold.

There's nothing worse
than rain on a hot night.

Jack... Jack, please.

I love you, Sarah.

Do you really, Jack?

Are you sure you're
not just play acting?

I never meant
anything more in my life.

You're asking me
to marry you, Jack?

Yes. You will, won't you?

Oh, I... I can't give
you an answer.

Not yet... at least, not
the answer you want.

But why?

Well, I suppose it'll
sound foolish, but...

somehow it frightens me.

- Our marriage?
- Mm.

Why?

I don't honestly know.

I've grown up,
Sarah. I've changed.

I'd never hurt
you a second time.

You said words
very much like that

just before you ran off.

20 years ago.

You had a chance to be a lawman,

a gunfighter, a hero,

and you just couldn't resist.

Oh, that's past and done.

I wish you could know
how often I've cursed myself.

How deeply I regret
that foolishness.

But you did run off.

I was young then.

It's true, Sarah.

I've really changed.

No more marching

to a distant drum?

No more.

Oh, I want to believe you, Jack.

Do, please do.

Oh, Jack, dear Jack.

Give me time.

I have to be sure.

Tomorrow?

Maybe tomorrow.

Until tomorrow.

- There you are, Miss Kitty.
- Thank you.

Oh, uh, would you ask Sam

to lock up the change
for me, please?

Uh, I may need it later.

All right.

How's he doing?

Well, not too good.

You know, some people
have to win real bad.

I don't know why a man that
famous would have to, though.

He seems awful desperate.

Sam, um, Beal hasn't
been around tonight, has he?

No, thank goodness.

I guess you heard what
happened this afternoon?

Yeah. I guess Dakota really
showed him up for what he is.

Yeah, that's what worries me.

Sam Beal's not the kind
of man to take a beating.

Well, I got to get up
early in the morning, Kitty.

I'll, uh, see you later.

Good night, Quint.

Good night.

All right, hold it right
there, Sam Beal.

Cloudy, I'm not Sam Beal.

Oh, Mr. Quint, it's you.

What are you doing out here?

- I'm looking for Sam Beal.
- You're soaking wet.

You better go home

and change your clothes
before you get sick.

Oh, no, I can't
leave Mr. Dakota.

What are you talking about?

Well, I have to warn
him if I see Sam Beal.

Well, can't you warn him
over there where it's dry?

Well, no, he'd
see me over there.

I see. Well, what difference
does it make if he sees you?

He's not after you.

Why don't you go on home
and get some dry clothes on?

Well, all right.

Cloudy, your home is that way.

Come on, I'll just
walk along with you,

and make sure
you find it all right.

I got to stay here, Mr. Quint.

Look, you can come back
after you change your clothes.

All right?

I'll call.

How many?

I'll play these.

Dakota?

Give me two.

Dealer takes one.

♪♪

♪♪

Dakota?

You draw this time,
or you'll die anyway.

I didn't want to kill
you this afternoon.

I don't want to kill you now.

Draw!

Jack!

Oh, Jack. Jack,
you're all right.

It could've been you.

Maybe it should've been.

He's young.

I'm old.

I'm old... that's what he said.

I'm living on my past.

That's what he said.

Maybe I should be lying there.

He's dead.

A useless death
is a sorry thing.

Did he call you out?

Yeah.

I heard two shots.

We both fired once.

He fired first?

Yes.

Will you want me for anything
more right now, Marshal?

Nope.

Then, with your permission,
I'll walk Mrs. Carr home.

It's cold out here.

Damp.

I knowed that that
Beal was fast, Mr. Dillon,

but I sure never thought
he'd outdraw Dakota.

Well, maybe he didn't, Chester.

Well, you just heard Dakota
say that Beal fired first.

Yeah, but he didn't
say who drew first.

I don't understand.

I think maybe he
let Beal fire first.

Well, why in the world
would he do a thing like that?

Getting old, Chester.

Maybe he needed to
see the flash of Beal's gun

to find his target.

Just a guess.

We'll never know for sure.

That Dakota's got a lot
of blood in him, Mr. Dillon.

He sure does, doesn't he?

Well, aren't you coming in?

No, no, thanks.

Well, I'll poke up the
fire, heat some coffee.

It'll only take a minute.

Oh, no, I'll, uh, go
on back to the hotel.

There's some things I
have to do yet tonight.

But thank you just the same.

Oh, don't be foolish, Jack.

This is no time to be alone.

Come in. Maybe I can find
you some-some whiskey.

No, Sarah, I'd rather not.

I, uh...

I really walked this far
only to say good-bye.

Good-bye?

I'm leaving Dodge
in the morning.

Jack, what in the world
are you talking about?

I was on my way
to tell you when...

But I don't understand.

Why are you leaving?

I shouldn't have come
to Dodge in the first place.

But I-I learned you were here.

I wanted to see you.

But earlier this evening...

What about us?

Oh, Sarah, I was wrong to think

that things could
be as they were.

There's been too much time,

too many rivers.

You've made your
life without me.

I had no right to force
my way back into it.

You had every right.

No, not really.

I know that now.

I told you I'd changed.

Well, I haven't.

Tonight, I lost
what little money

I had left in a poker game.

I gambled away
my promises to you.

The money for the house.

It doesn't matter.

Oh, yes, it does.

It matters because

I know I've failed you again.

What will you do?
Where will you go?

Oh, back East, I think.

I'll find something.

But you wouldn't be happy there.

Well, the cities
would strangle you.

You couldn't stand it.

Well, everything
you love is here.

There's only you, Sarah.

Everything else
is finished, gone.

Oh, but... but all this
has been your life.

And I'm getting out of it.

I'm leaving it to people like...

well, like Matt Dillon, who's
still young enough to fight it.

The whole West.

The dust and the wind

that dries people up
till they're like animals,

fighting, scratching
at each other.

To know there's no
place to go at night

but to sit and smell
sour beer and sweat.

And a knot in your gut

for every Sam
Beal in the street.

The glory...

and the mud.

This was my life.

And I'm leaving it.

I'll come with you.

I love you all the
more for saying that.

Because I know that wouldn't
have been your answer.

You knew?

I knew.

That's another
reason for my leaving.

I do love you.

I know.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Jack.

Thank you...

for loving me.