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♪

-Starring James Arness
as Matt Dillon.

-Whoa.

-[ Spits ]

What's the matter with you?

-That's the most
disgusting thing I've ever seen.

-Well, you ain't
the prettiest thing

I've ever saw the first thing
in the morning yourself.

-What are you gonna do
with a badge?

What are you gonna do
with a badge?

-All right,
Mr. Smart Alecky Hoo-ha.

I'm fixing to wear it.

Just like Matthew told me
to do afore he rode out yonder

to that Texas cattle herd
that come in yesterday

to talk to them cowpunchers

afore they get their pay
get turned loose.

And to talk to the trail boss
and tell him to hold 'em down

so as they won't be no ruckuses
when they are...turned loose.

-I'm going back to bed.

-Howdy, men.
-Morning.

You're the marshal, ain't ya?

-Well, I guess
I am holding things down

while he's out of town.

Why?

-We been hunting us
wolves most the summer.

-You expect me to do something
with these, are you?

-Oh, I don't care what you do
with 'em after we get our money.

We got 43 wolf skins
at $7 bounty a skin.

That makes $301.

-You can put the odd dollar
in your pockets and drink it,

from us to you for your trouble.

-You're saying you --

you want some bounty money
for these here wolf skins, huh?

-Count 'em.
We got 43 skins.

-I ain't argue-fying with you
about how many there are.

I'm just wanting to tell you
that there ain't no more bounty

on wolf skins.

-You ain't --
you ain't joshing?

-No, sirree.
I ain't a-joshing.

I ain't a feller
to josh other folks' misery.

-Mister,
we got to take this slower.

You had a notice posted outside
this jail three months ago.

It said anybody could collect $7
from the Dodge marshal

for every wolf pelt
brought into town.

-Now, I ain't denying

that Matthew has been
a-paying bounties on wolf hides.

But what you can't get
through your head

is that he ain't doing
it no more.

They've done took it off,
don't you see?

-It's our joining money.

The wagon train
making up at Springfield.

That money's for us to join.

We got Homestake land waiting
for us in California.

-Well, I know how you feel.

-Townpeople don't have any idea
how I feel.

I left my wife expecting
a young'un

and a sick grandpa
out in a canyon

all summer bringing these pelts.

They've been half starving
in a squatter shack,

counting on moving
out before winter.

We got that money coming to us.

-Just simmer down
and hold your taters.

Now, if you don't believe
what I'm telling you,

why don't you go out
and talk to Marshal Dillon?

You'll find him out there
south of town

at one of them cow camps.

Could go down the street yonder
to Mr. Dolen's.

He -- he buys some furs
and hides.

Maybe he'd figured
they's worth a little something.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.
I -- I truly am.

♪

-We ain't spending no winter
in Kansas.

-Well, that Springfield wagon
train's the last one

out this year.

And we don't make it,
I can't see striking out

all by ourselves.

-This town owes us $300.

I figure on collecting.

♪

-All right.
Let's cut it a different way.

I'll pay the same price
for calves, 16 1/4.

Counting calves and cows
alike

isn't exactly sticking
my hand in your pocket.

The edge goes to you, John.

-30 days on good grazing land,

I'll be turning
down 18 1/2, maybe 19.

-Yeah, I know.
But that means keeping your boys

on a payroll
for 30 days and gambling

that the market for cattle
will stay the same.

Now, I'm putting money
in your pocket, John.

-Maybe I'll shop around.
-Oh, uh, John, hold it.

If I went to 17,
would that lock it up?

-And a half,
you'd have me thinking about it.

-Can I help you, boys?

-Hear you buy wolf pelts.

-You got a deal, John.

I guess your boys
will be needing some cash.

-$500 will take care of me.

-There you go. I'm going
to the bank in the morning.

I'll have the rest for you then.

-Fine.

I guess neither one of us
come out too bad, Mr. Dolen.

-Oh, say, if you're doing
any drinking, tell 'em to put it

on the Dolen Company bill.
-Thank you.

-Wouldn't it be less trouble
to trap commercial fur?

-Uh, we were after, uh,
the bounty money,

come to find
they took it off the bounty.

-How much were you expecting
for 'em?

-Oh, I guess I'll leave --
leave a fair price up to you.

-Well, they're more bother
than they're worth.

I'll take 'em off your hands
for 10 cents a skin.

Well, you're getting a favor.

-Last thing we want
from townfolk is a favor.

-Well, then sell 'em
to somebody else.

-Is there anybody else in Dodge
that buys wolf pelts?

-I'm afraid you're gonna
find that a problem.

-Mr. Dolen?
-Hmm?

-10 cents a pelt
don't even seem close.

-Well, that's as close
as I'm coming, fella.

-Maybe if -- if you knew
what we'd been through.

I mean, we been hunting wolves
all summer,

figuring on making
the wagon train

heading out of Springfield.

The joining money's $200.

Now, we ain't got that much.

But if we had feeding money,
maybe the wagon master

would trust us to raise the join
along the way.

-You looking for charity or you
trying to sell me some pelts

I don't even need?
-I'm just saying.

If we got it even a dollar
a pelt, kind of a fair price

as you'd be getting $2
in St. Lou.

-Now you're trying to tell me
how to run my business.

-50 cents a pelt, we could
gamble on going to Springfield.

It'd be enough to feed us there.

Mr. Dolen,
we can't take no more wearing,

not with my wife the way she is.

I sure don't like
to talk like this.

I had me a young son dying
last winter.

My wife's scared
with a new young'un coming now.

We got to get some money
to move on.

-How about you?

Do I get your story
when he's through?

All right.
Sympathy, I got.

It's all yours.

At 10 cents a pelt,

you can get yourselves
a couple bottles of whiskey,

maybe get your wife a new hat.

-You ain't listening.

I got me a woman starving.

I'm asking fairness.

A woman don't eat a hat,
Mr. Dolen!

We ain't animals!

♪

-Hey, Adele.

We can smell your stew
clean down the canyon!

-There's still enough.
Just help yourself.

-Thank you.

-Hey.
You brung 'em back, Cory.

-They didn't want 'em.
Ain't no more bounty on wolves.

-You mean we ain't getting
no joining money, Cory?

-'Fraid not.
-Well, that ain't fair.

You boys hunted wolves.

Well, they said
there was bounty money on 'em.

-Ain't nobody thinking
about fairness to us, Grandpa.

-Are you saying we're spending
the winter here, Cory?

-Don't seem to be much choice.

-Want me to fix you a plate,
Cory?

-Nah, I don't feel
like eating much.

-All you need's some hot stuff
in you.

Could we start out by ourselves?

-Wagons don't move us
to Springfield by theirselves.

-Are we losing
that government land?

-If we ain't there to claim it,
it never belonged to us, Adele.

-Well,
we always manage somehow, Cory.

-You crying over our son's
grave last winter, we managing?

-He just wasn't strong
enough to live.

-A babe's as strong as the food
he gets in him.

A milk cow's the difference
in him living

or dying
last winter, a warm roof.

-You just got to quit blaming
yourself for everything, Cory.

-Outright cheated us, Adele,

the town of Dodge
outright cheated us.

$7 for every --
for every pelt

brought down the hill
is what they said.

-It just does no good
thinking about it.

-It ain't right,

have a man believing
that what they brought back

would be paid for.

-Where you going?

-I'm going for a walk.

-Okay.

-Ah --

Are we doing it?

-You figure you got the nerve
to take this to the end?

-Well, it sounded real easy
the way you said.

-There ain't nothing
real easy without luck.

It's just I got some coming,
I figure.

-Well,
what about Adele knowing?

-She ain't knowing.

We're heading into town
to sell the pelts.

That's all we're saying.
Can you see me?

-Yeah.
-Real good?

-G-Good.

-Morning, Mr. Dolen.
-Morning, Festus.

-Cup of coffee?
-No, no thanks.

Look, I'm moving some money
from the bank over to my office.

I'd like to have a couple
of men.

-A couple of men?

-Yeah, deputies to go with me
till I get the cash in the safe.

-Oh, guards, you mean.

Well, I'll be glad
to help you.

-I'd kind of like
to have more than one man.

-Aw, fiddle,

we ain't gonna have no trouble
just going across the street.

Asides that, there's a couple
of deputies in town.

-All right, Festus.
Let's go.

-You know, once ol'
Matthew heared that up the glen

a new herd was moving up, he
got hisself five or six deputies

to go out yonder
and ride betwixt them herds,

a couple
of deputies here in town.

With over a thousand cowpunchers
a-raising Cain,

well, that's
pretty good law keeping.

Now, you'll have to admit it is.

Instead of just coming
in buying cattle and riding.

We got us a good little town.
-Yeah, I know.

Lots of conversation day or
night, if you want it or not.

-Oh, you bet your boots!

Folks is friendly here
in this town.

And you take ol' Matthew --
Marshal Dillon.

He keeps this place
just a-running as smooth...

'Course right now he's got me
in charge of running the town.

Well, taking care of it
it'd be more like it, I reckon.

But this here badge,

see, this here is a United
States marshalling badge.

And when a feller's wearing
one of these here,

why, folks has just a tick
more respect for you.

You take that old scudder, Doc.

He says I'm starting to act up,
'cause he liked a regular...

♪

-Oh, what are those hides doing
in this office?

-Is this here some of your
special dealing whiskey, is it?

-Go ahead.
Help yourself.

-Well, ordinarily I don't
drink this early in the day.

But I will have myself
a swallow or two

since it's special label
and all that.

-I told that Appleson never
to store hides in this office.

If I've told him once,
I've told him a hundred times.

-I can -- I can easy see

why they'd put a special label
on that whiskey.

But I wouldn't mind
making whiskey like that myself.

-I only wish your ability
was as big as your mouth.

There ain't a place in Kansas
you two can hide.

-Get your nose
to that floor, mister.

-Get those hands
behind your back.

When you're finished,
you can take care of the horses.

-Oh, no -- no worry about it.

I wonder how much money
we got in them saddlebags.

-Got to be enough so we wouldn't
be eating herd dust for a while.

Hurry and we can make
the Texas border before night.

-We got it,
we get out's my opinion.

-Not running.
We don't change a thing.

Keep looking guilty,
we'll be caught sure.

Did you tie that knot so it'd --
so it'd slip?

-Yeah, he'll be able
to shake them ropes loose

in about five minutes.

How much you think we got?

-Got to be more than $300,
and that's what matters to me.

-I ask for two men,

and I get one swilling
my whiskey.

Get on your feet.

-Well, now,
that's what I call a wolf pelt.

-That's what I call it.
-Yeah.

Real thick skin.

-Well, that's just an old wolf.

-I know furs
and pelts pretty good, I do.

See plenty shipped past my desk
every day.

I'm the freight agent.
Name's Burke.

-You got a point, mister?

-Well, just
that you got a real nice pelt.

The kind you'd like to make
a nice winter jacket out of.

-What -- what in the world
happened?

-Oh, never mind, never mind.

-Well, now wait a minute.
You got blood running down.

-Just leave me be!

-Mr. Dolen.
-Out of my way, kid.

-We don't mind
coming down in price

if you can see your way
coming up.

-Get out!
-Mr. Dolen, instead of a dime,

you make it 20 cents!

We got a talking point!

You're missing out on a mighty
good deal, Mr. Dolen.

20 cents ain't too far
from a dime!

-20 cents a pelt?

Well, I'm not
in the fur business, fellas,

but I think you got a deal.
-What?

-Well, at 20 cents a pelt,
I can't go wrong.

You got a deal.

How many pelts?

-Uh, 43.
We're selling all or none.

-43 at 20 cents a pelt.

I figure a dime is $4.30.

Double the 430,
you get 860.

I think I got that much
right here.

-I advise you to use a nice,
strong lye soap on 'em.

Some were found, uh,
dying of sickness.

Oh, it wouldn't be rabies.

At least, uh, they weren't
foaming at the mouth none.

-Nathan!

-Yes, Sam?

-I'm gathering posses,

and I want you to take
the south end of town.

Get everybody
together that can ride.

-Why, is something wrong, Sam?

-Mr. Dolen here was robbed
by a couple of cowboys.

-We think they're making
for the Texas border.

-I'll get right to it.
-You men get to your horses.

Call for a posse means
every able-bodied man in town.

It's your duty.
-Ain't got no saddle horses,

Mr. Dolen,
just this old buckboard mare.

Hyah!

-See, Doc.
-Keep away.

-Well, it don't hardly
hurt none at all now.

-Well, just the same,

I don't want you riding out
with any posse.

You just might not ride back.

Now come up to the office
so I can clean that up

and have a little better look
at it.

-Well,
I got to get started, Doc.

-[ Laughs ]

Hey, you got a sore head,
mister?

-You hush your mouth!
I ain't no --

-Here, here. Quiet down.
Get on out of here.

What's the matter with you?

Good heavens,
you no sooner get a badge on,

you got everybody
in the whole county mad at you.

Now, what caused that?

-Oh, them knuckleheads
been a-chomping on me

'cause I told 'em that they took
the bounty off of wolf skins.

-What'd you tell 'em that for?
They didn't do that.

-Who says?

-Well, Matt said.
-Matthew said...

-Yes, the state
is still paying bounty

on summer pelts
for those that were out hunting

when the --
when the notice went up.

-Well, golly Bill,
I got to tell 'em then, Doc.

-Well, you don't have
to tell 'em right now.

Right now,
you're coming up to the office

so I can examine
that thick skull of yours.

And I'm not planning
on carrying you.

Come on.

-Sure ain't my day.

-Whoa.

-Couldn't sell 'em at all,
Cory?

-Guess Dodge just needs a place
to sell pelts, Grandpa.

So we kind of figured
we'd be moving on.

Heading to Springfield.
-What?

-Springfield?
-What if --

-Cory,
that don't make no sense.

-Now, I got a good feeling.

Maybe we can sell
some of the pelts along the way,

store up some supplies.

And maybe we can get something
in the way of work

on the wagon train
for our joining money.

-Never join up with no money,
Cory.

-We wouldn't have no way
to live in Springfield.

-That wagon master,
he got a lot of expense

making up a train.

-We can always come back here.

Now you two
get the traveling wagon packed.

Rich and me is gonna
give the pelts a little brushing

and trimming,
kind of pretty 'em.

Everything's gonna be all right.

-Cory always knows
what he's doing.

So we'd best pack.

-How much you figure we got?

-Got to be what we need.

Anything left over
after joining money,

we buy maybe a saddle horse.

-Them's $10 bills.

-100 $10 bills, $1,000.

-Look there, them's 20s.

And lookee there,
there's another 20s.

And...

-We got us a bag of trouble.

-There must be about --
Well, there must --

Oh, how much?

-It's $15,000, $20,000.

We had us money coming fair,
joining money.

Now it's like
we be bank robbers.

-Oh, you're talking crazy.

Robbing's the same,
doesn't matter how much you get.

-There's a big difference.

-You intending something?

-I don't intend leaving it out
for Adele and Grandpa

to come in here to see.

-Oh, well,

I just didn't like the way
you was talking.

Cory, there's
enough money here

to last us
for the rest of our lives.

-We never set out to do nothing
like this.

-Well, of course we didn't.
But we did it just the same.

Cory, I'd take my chances
of hanging

against keeping this money.

-Sure ain't no changing it now.

All I wanted what was coming
to us, $300 is all.

-Ow.
-Hold still!

-Well, that hurts worse
than it did when I got hit.

-Well, you hadn't
ought to get hit.

-Well,
I know I hadn't ought to.

But, uh, I'm just a dumbbell.

-Well,
it wasn't altogether your fault.

-Yes, it was.

It was too.

I was a-pooching out my chest

on account of that marshalling
badge I was wearing

instead of acting
like a good marshal ought to.

-You were strutting around
like a peacock, all right.

But Ben Dolen
just got outsmarted, that's all.

-How are you?

How is he, Doc?
-Oh, he's all right.

He just got hit in the head,
that's all.

He'll be his old self
in a little while,

for whatever
his old self's worth.

-Oh, golly.
-Good.

I was just over talking
to Dolen.

He has the idea they were
Texas drovers that did this.

That couldn't be
much more than a guess

being as he was blindfolded.

-Well, Matthew, I didn't get
but a little peek at 'em.

See, they's -- they's wearing
them ol' hides

and them tow sacks.

And I -- I couldn't see a inch
of their skin.

-There's something funny
about this

because men that were that
careful to hide their identity

aren't just gonna let it slip

that they're headed back
for Texas.

-I sure wished I could help you.

But like I was telling
old Doc here,

I was just too busy being
proud of this badge.

-Well, what about their voices?

Did they sound like Texans?

-Shoot, I -- I didn't hear
'em say anything, Matthew.

Uh, all I done
was turned around,

and "whap," they hit me.

Dolen said they talked
like they had a mouthful

of mush or something.

-Well, I'll tell you
what I think.

I think those men could be
walking around the streets

of Dodge right now.

-You reckon they could be?
-Sure could.

It'd be a whole lot safer
for 'em to kind of lay low

till things
quieted down a little bit.

Now, look, I've got to head
up to Hays City

to make an identification
of that Barskin murder trial.

But I'll have men covering the
roads and trails out of Dodge

'fore I leave.
-Well, I can do that.

-You stay where you are.

-Take over when Doc
gets through with you.

I'll see you later.
-Bye.

[ Door opens, closes ]

-Doc, I just haven't did
one thing right

since I put this badge on.

-Well, I kind of
got to agree with you there.

But it wasn't all your fault.

Ol' Dolen
was partially responsible.

I don't know.
Ever since he come to town,

he seems to like to walk around
and flash a lot of money.

I guess he figures it
gives him prestige or something.

But no prudent man
takes $20,000 out of a bank.

-$20,000?
-Well, yes.

I heard he was gonna make
a lot of cash deals today,

so he just took the whole bundle
out of the bank.

You know what it is?
He's just an arrogant man.

That's -- He's just arrogant,
that's all.

-$20,000.

That's a heap
of money, ain't it?

-If it'd been less money stole,

they wouldn't be
searching anybody.

We could take the wagons
right through.

-Well, it'd sure be
a chore taking the wagons

through them hills.

-They got posses in the road.

They got posses in the hills,

and anybody heading that
way's gonna cause attention.

-You know something else
that's been on my mind?

Us living
in that old squatter shack,

what -- what if some posse
took it into their minds

to look us over real good?

-Let's get back.

-Hi, ma'am.
-Howdy.

-I'm just wondering if I hit
on the right place or not.

I was looking for a couple
of fellers that spent the summer

up hunting wolves, expecting
to get some bounty money.

-Oh, that'd be my husband
and his friend, Rich.

-Oh, yes'm.

Well, uh, are they around,
are they?

-No, they went
to trap rabbit snares being, uh,

being we're leaving so soon.

-Yes'm.

Well, I just wanted to tell 'em
I'm plumb ashamed of myself

for not a-getting my facts
straight in the first place.

But I -- I got some good news
for 'em.

For you too, I reckon.

I'm fixing to take them
skins off of yer hands

and giving you $301 for 'em.

-This our joining up money.

-It's too good to be true.

-Yes'm, this here's the onliest
good thing I've did today.

-You couldn't have done nothing
that make us happier.

-Awful glad of that, ma'am.

Ma'am, I --
I got me some marshalling chores

to do in town on account
of that big holdup we had.

-Holdup?
-Oh, yeah.

We had us a big 'un in there.
-Oh.

-Uh, reckon it'd be all right

if I just kind of
bundled up them skins myself

so as I can be getting on back?

-They'd be in the barn,
Marshal.

You just help yourself.

-Much obliged, ma'am.

-Oh, Grandpa!

-[ Humming ]

-Cory. Cory!

I got us a surprise.

-What's that?

-It's a big one.
-Well?

-You gonna guess?

I'll tell you.

I got the bounty money.

We're gonna get it anyway.

-Real fine.
Who give it to you?

-The marshal from town.

He said he made a mistake

when he allowed
you weren't entitled to it.

He's in the barn
now taking the pelts.

-I better go thank him, then.

-I'll fix your supper for you.

-Do, I'm real hungry.

-Oh, howdy, fellers.
-Hiya!

-I got a heap of good news
for you.

I'm fixing to --
-Adele --

Adele already told us.
-Oh, she done told you?

Ain't that the best news
you ever heard?

-It sure is. We'll take these
pelts to town for you.

So you don't need to bother.
-Oh, fiddle, fiddle.

This ain't no bother at all.
I'll just bundle 'em up

and throw 'em up
on back of my saddle.

You fellers
had enough bother of fretting

about that bounty money.

[ Gun cocks ]

Well, if that ain't the limit.

-Take his gun?
-Yeah.

Just wanted what was coming
to us, mister, is all we wanted.

-I don't reckon it's too late
to set things straight

if you got a mind to.
-Doing what?

-Well, first place of giving
back what don't belong to you.

-Oh, so we spend our lives
in prison, huh?

-I don't know how
a judge would look at it.

But I'll tell you one thing,

you're both in for a passel
of trouble

if you keep this here money.
-Cory.

-I'll guarantee you that.

-Adele's coming.

Hide that gun.

Mister, you get back
to tying them pelts.

Be wearing this.

Now be quick about it.

I'll do any saying to Adele.

-Wondering, mister, iffin you
might be eating with us

before you leave for town.

-Yes'm, I'd -- I'd be proud
to share your table with you.

Much obliged.
-I'll set you a plate.

-Hold on, Adele.

There'll be no time,
uh, for entertaining.

-Well, it'd be
right neighborly,

seeing he come out here
from town all the way.

-I was, uh, figuring
you heading out for Springfield.

-Now? Today?

-If you feel up to it,

you and Grandpa
can meet us out there.

-Oh, yes, Cory.

Why aren't you coming with us?

-We can't afford
to wait much longer.

We might lose out.

You two can hold us a place
on that wagon train.

-Oh, Cory.

We're going to California
at last.

-Yeah.

This feller says, uh, these
pelts will be ours to sell

once the regular marshal
in Dodge

makes account record of 'em.

Rich and me figure we head
along the river,

trade off
against flour and sugar.

If we trade right,
we might come in with $50,

$60 worth of supplies.

-Mister, I hope you allow us.

I'm just too excited to cook
a meal, let alone eat one.

-Yes'm, well,
to tell you the pure olde truth,

I ain't got much
of a appetite myself.

-We're truly obliged to you
for everything you done, mister.

-Yes'm.

-Wow.
Just wait till Grandpa hears.

-Mister, you can stand up
and take that gun belt off.

You say one word
before we make it out of here,

you're coming out second best.

-That's pretty plain to see.

What ain't so plain to me is
which way's the toad gonna hop

once we leave this place.

-We'll figure something.

Once we get
across the Kansas state line,

which is where you're taking us,

you and that badge of yours.

-U.S. Marshal's gonna
take us through a posse.

♪

-You figure us being
in Springfield,

maybe tomorrow night.

But if we ain't there,
well, you got the money,

so there'll be no trouble
moving West with the wagons.

I mean, if something holds
us up, you just keep going on.

We'll catch up.
-What do you figure to hold you?

-Maybe nothing.

Just thinking
of all the hard luck we had.

-Oh, Cory.

You got to think of the good
things that'll happen.

Like what's happening now,

and what'll happen tomorrow
and the next day

and the day after that.

-I guess you'll be riding
just ahead of us, Marshal?

-See you in Springfield,
you hear, Cory?

-Grandpa.

Giddyup!

♪

-Here comes another wagon.

-Ease her up, now.

You know them men up there?

-Feller heading up
the posse's Sam,

barkeep at the Long Branch,
friend of mine.

-You try to keep in mind now

that the minute it looks
like we don't get through,

you and your friend
might be dying.

-What's your name?

-Festus Haggen.

-Well, Festus, I'm Cory.

This here is Rich.

We know each other real good.

-You might say
we got acquainted, yeah.

-You're just seeing us off
to the river.

That's all you need to say.

-Howdy, Sam!
-Hi, Festus.

-Everything all right, is it?

-Well, not much is happening.

I hope you boys
don't mind a little searching.

I got a John Doe warrant
if you figure we need one.

-Uh, uh, these here fellers
is friends of mine, Sam.

You -- you can save
yourself the trouble.

-Festus, I can't go
against the marshal's orders.

Now, anybody
headed for the state line,

I got to search 'em.
Those are his orders.

And they're gonna hold
till he gets back from Hays.

All right, boys.
Go ahead.

-From the skin out?

Them's powerful orders, Sam.

-Well, we don't go that far
unless we get a stranger

looks like he hasn't
got any business around Dodge,

kind of stretching it out
as far as searching goes.

-Sam, I know something
about these fellas.

They're trying to peddle pelts
taken from sick wolves.

You won't find anything on 'em.
You see they were --

they were in the street
when the robbery took place.

-Being sick don't mean
they had to have rabies.

-Take my word for it, Sam.

Any more searching of this here
wagon is just plain foolishness.

-All right, Festus.

I'll be glad to take your word.

-I'd like to be getting on.
-All right.

Go ahead.

-Yah.

-See you, Sam!

-Are you sure you saw those men
on the street, Nathan?

I mean,
so there's no chance of us

crossing the marshal's orders?

-Well, I told you, Sam,

they was trying
to sell me them sick pelts

during all the excitement.

Pretty smart fellas,
but I'm a mite smarter.

-Looks like old line camp.

-Hey, I'm sure hope
they got some grub in there.

-We'll be leaving money
for the grub.

-We don't give no money
to nobody.

-I've been thinking
on something.

Ain't what we want,

but we're gonna
have to be changing our plans.

-Only changing we have to do
is getting rid of him.

-We can't join
that wagon train.

They'll be coming looking
for us.

-Won't nobody be after us
if he wasn't around.

-Rich, I told you.

We ain't killing nobody.

And we ain't.

Now, you gonna listen to me?

-Well, he's the only one
that knows about us.

-Rich, now you listen to me.

-I'm tired of listening.
-No!

-It's done!
Cory, it's done!

Now we can take the money
and we can move on --

on account of he's the only one
that knew we had it.

I'll scratch out a grave.

-When are you gonna
get your wits about you?

Cut me loose.

♪

Didn't do a whole heap
of damage,

kind of busted the skin
on the side's all.

-Playing possum, huh?

-Yeah.

Much obliged to you for you
helping me out.

Could've went right
through my vitals, you know.

-Things are getting worse
every minute.

-You mean you're
wishing I was dead, huh?

-No, it ain't that.

Just everything
I try goes wrong.

Ain't nothing
ever worked for me.

Ain't nothing ever will.

-You ain't lived long enough or
tried hard enough to know that.

-Ever since me and Adele been
married, it's been try and bust.

I should just stop trying,
is what I should do.

-You see
what you're saying right there?

You're a-sitting there
a-squalling to the whole world

that you ain't never
growed up yet.

Why don't you get yourself
a shovel and go out yonder

and help your partner
dig that hole in the ground.

Appears to me that's
just about what the rest

of your life's gonna amount to,

digging worthless holes
in the ground,

making about as much sense.

-For a man in your place,
you talk an awful much.

-You think my hushing up's
gonna help things?

You're the onliest one
that can help things.

Now your partner out yonder.

You suppose he's gonna
settle for thinking

I'm dead and half that money?

Not on your old tintype,
he ain't.

I've saw greed a-sticking
out of a hog's eye before, boy.

You better do a little thinking
on that.

Kind of betwixt
and between, ain't you?

-Yeah.

[ Bullets rattle ]

-Hey, Cory.
Why don't you come help me?

-Well, it's like my Grandpa Hog
used to say,

"About the onliest thing

you get from straddling
a fence is a sore backside."

You better make up
your mind, boy.

-Rich!

He ain't dead.

-You're lying to me.

-You don't have to bother
coming back in here.

-Well, what do you mean?

-You can take the wagon
and get on.

I'm going back to Dodge
with him.

-Well, what about the money?

-It's going back, too.

-Well, that don't make a lick
of sense.

I mean, going
to all this trouble

just to give yourself
up to the law?

-Way I figure, I'll never see
my wife and newborn again

unless I stop right here.

Money going back's bound
to make it easy on me.

You can figure nobody would be
looking too hard after you

with the money back in Dodge.

-You mean I don't get none?

-Uh, that's the way
it's got to be.

-Oh, no.
-Look out!

♪

-Come on out, Cory!

Throw out the money and I'll go.

-I ain't gonna do that, Rich.

♪

-I'm gonna burn you out!

♪

-Throw me a couple
of cans there.

-What are you doing?

-The more a feller's got
on his mind,

the less time he's got to think
on any one thing.

This sure ought to give him
something to think about.

Get ready.

Kick it open.

-The money?
-That's what it is.

How bad you want it?

-It's over now, Rich.

We're going back.

Don't!

♪

-Well, looks like it's all here,
Festus, every dollar of it.

-I figured it would be.

-Matt, you got to hand
it to him.

He did a pretty good job
at detective work.

You know,
finding those fellas

down below the state border
and everything.

-Yeah.
He sure did, Doc.

-Oh, say, Matt.

Why don't we get him to tell you
about the prisoner, you know?

-Why don't you hush up?

-Yeah, how about that, Festus?

He said that one of the men
gave himself up.

-Well, he did.

But it's just on his account

that I'm back here alive
and kicking, too.

I think I told you that.

-Well, that sure
worked in his favor all right.

Who was the man?
Where was he from?

-Well, Matthew,
when a feller's wearing

a marshalling badge,
don't you think that kind of

gives him the leeway to --
to use his own good judgment?

-Festus, you know, knowing you,

I, uh, I'm almost afraid
to answer that.

-Well, I kind of figured
that seeings the money's

all came back
and they's nobody been hurt much

that maybe you'd just leave
that feller escaping up to me.

-Oh, he did escape, huh?

-Well, you could say
he just kind of rode off.

-Uh-huh.

Well, Doc, being as Festus
was the only witness to this,

I guess I'll just have
to take his word for it, huh?

-Golly, Matt, I just don't know
what else you could do.

-I'm buying you a beer on that,
Matthew.

-Sounds like a good idea.

-You're included, too, Doc.

-Well, all right, thanks.

I'll drink it,
as long as I don't have

to listen to 16 more versions
of that gunfight.

-Uh, Matthew, you reckon I
could just keep this here badge?

I mean, just to hang up
someplace

and kind of look at it?

-Well, I guess that'd be
all right, Festus.

But you better quit
polishing it

or there won't be
any of it left!

♪

-Stay tuned for scenes
from next week's "Gunsmoke."

♪