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♪

[ Gunshot ]

♪

-"Gunsmoke," starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

-[ Labored breathing ]

Luke!

Uhh! Ah!

-That posse ain't far behind.

-I'm hurt bad, Luke.

-Get on your horse and move!

-I need doctorin'.

-Well, I ain't gonna let
no posse cut loose on me.

-Half that bank money's mine.

-A dead man
ain't got no use for money.

-Luke!

[ Hooves clopping

[ Gunshot ]

-Whoa!

-Lookie here, Sheriff. Stop.

I told you I put a bullet
in one of them!

Come on,
let's get to trackin', boys.

-Don't be so all fired anxious
to shoot 'em down, Gruber.

-Now, listen,
you're wastin' time

givin' them two runnin' room,
Sheriff.

-They won't get far
on one horse.

-I don't think they doubled up.

We're too close on 'em.

-If you're scared
of gettin' shot at,

best you stay here
where it's safe.

Come on, let's go!

-Hey!

-Ah!

♪

-[ Groans ]

-[ Hums ]

[ Foliage rustles ]

-[ Groans ]

-Here, take it easy.
-[ Groans ]

-Now sit. Now just...

-[ Groans ]

-Quit your thrashing around,
man. I ain't gonna hurt you.

Let me take a look.

Mister, you've been shot bad.

I don't even believe
old Doc could help you none.

-Hold it!

Hold it right there, Mister.

-Put that pistol down, Sheriff.
This feller's hurt bad.

-Don't move.
-What?

What in the tarnation
you do that for?

He wasn't in no fit shape --

-Mister, that bank teller
you two shot died.

There's a rope waitin' for you
back in Pierceville.

♪

-Aah! Aah!

[ Laughs ]

Hey, still ain't back yet?

-Nah, I ain't seen hides
or hair of 'em.

It's gonna be a miracle

if Old Man Bassett
gets his self back alive.

[ Laughs ]
-[ Laughs ]

Hey, here they come.
-Hey, we're comin' out!

-Hey, they're comin' out!
-Comin' in!

-Looks like your husband
got 'em both.

-I never doubted for a moment
he wouldn't.

-Hey, Gruber!
What you say there?

-Here there be!
-Hey, hey, both of 'em dead?

-Nah, just the one.

And I shot him when he came
out of the bank.

-The sheriff tracked him down

while the rest of us was all off
on a wild-goose chase.

-Well, I'll be doggone.

Hey, Sheriff, that two?

-Get that man inside.

-You sure enough shot him,
didn't you, Sheriff?

-I had no choice.

That ain't all.

That's still had his gun out.

The other one didn't have
a chance to clear lead

before the sheriff
put him to asleep.

You sure didn't need no help
from us, did you, Sheriff?

-Oh, I knowed you still
had it in you, Sheriff.

-Well, that's what I was
just sayin', isn't it?

Wasn't that
what I was just sayin'?

Sheriff had to do it.

-Yeah, yeah, tell us about it.

-There really ain't much
to tell. Maybe later.

-Come on?
-What?

-Come on. Hurry.

-Where am I?

-Get in there.
-[ Mutters ]

-I said git!

-What's the matter, Sheriff?
Bassett steal your thunder?

-You open up this door

and I'll smash your jaw
through the back of your head,

you stumpy little...

[ Thud ]
-Stop!

Hey now,
there's no callin' for that.

The man's locked up.

-He's in the wrong pair
of shoes to badmouth me.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-What ol' Sheriff Bassett
done out there...

-Now come on now.

Come on, hold on,
let's hear the rest of it.

Now what happened when that
yahoo in there went for his gun?

-I rapped him over the head.
[ Laughter ]

-Hear enough of...

-Oh, that feller
never had no chance.

-Hey, listen to 'em.

There sweet-talkin' that old man
in there

like he done himself proud.

-Well, I figured he done
just that.

-Well, they were my bullets
that slowed that fella down.

-Nobody doubtin' that.
-Well, the town is wrong

in lettin' that old man
wear that badge.

He's too old for that job.

-I wouldn't have so yesterday,

but now I feel this town
owes him that badge.

And he's earned the right to
wear it for as long as he likes.

[ Indistinct conversations
continue ]

-Listen, I think our Sheriff's
due some congratulations.

How about what
old Sheriff Bassett...

-Oh, I've heard enough of this.

-Boy, that fella in there
never had no chance.

-Not against
Old Sheriff Bassett, he didn't.

-Oh, Sheriff,
what about the money?

-Yeah, Sheriff.
How 'bout that money here?

-We've covered every inch
of that section.

Didn't find a thing.

No tellin' where it is.

-There's lots folks in this town

gonna be hurtin'
unless that money's found.

-We're all well aware of that.

-That prisoner in there,

he sure enough knows
where it's at.

-Well, I say a noose
around his neck

sure enough
loosen up his tongue.

-Yeah.
-How about that?

-No man has ever hung
without a trial

as long as I've been sheriff,
and that ain't gonna change now.

-He don't deserve a trial.

-If you ever plan on wearin'
this badge, Gruber,

you better change
your thinkin' on that.

-Well, I mean no disrespect,
Sheriff,

but ol' Will Turner
over at the bank,

he didn't deserve
to die neither.

-That's a mortal fact,
ain't it?

-That ain't no argument
for a lynchin', and you know it.

We don't know which of them two
did the shootin'.

-Well, if you ask me, it don't
matter which one of them

pulled the trigger.
They're both in it together.

-Nobody's askin' you, Shad.

Now, I don't want
to hear no more about it.

Circuit judge will be
here next week.

We'll leave any hangin' to him.

Now you all just
leave this to me.

I'll get that money back,

and that feller in there
will pay for what he did.

That's my word.

-Well, the Sheriff's word

is good enough for me.
-Darn tootin'.

-Now you all go on
about your business.

-Come on, boys,
let's get a drink.

-Gruber, you're gonna
get yourself somethin' to eat

and then come back.

You'll watch over
the prisoner tonight.

-[ Breathing heavily ]

-Reckon you and me has got
some talkin' to do, Mister.

-Appears to me
the only kind of talkin'

the law does in this town

is hittin' somebody
over the head with a pistol.

-Where's the money at?
-What money?

-Don't make it any harder
on yourself than it is.

-Sheriff...

you went and treed yourself
the wrong possum.

-Mister, that bank robbery

busted a lot of people
in this town.

-Well, much obliged
for the little tip.

Least wise I know what the money
is that you been a-jawin' about.

-Well, then know this --

a jury, if this thing
ever gets to a jury,

ain't likely to set aside
its feelin's about the siwash

that sent 'em to the poorhouse

and killed a man that was
a good friend to all of us.

You want my opinion?
They'll hang ya.

-Well, then they'll be
hangin' the wrong man.

-Tell me where the money's at,

and I'll do my best
to see they go easy on you.

-Sheriff,
you ain't listenin' to me.

-Chances are you'll be
a free man in, say, 7, 8 years.

[ Door rattles ]

-Be a lop-eared mule...

I'd do just as well
at talkin' to these walls.

Now you dig the wax
out of your ears

and you listen to me,
and you listen good.

My name is Festus Haggen.

I'm on my up to Holcomb
to pick up some stock

for a fella in Dodge City,
where I come from.

I been jobbed and poked at

and thumped over the head
with a pistol

and throwed in jail,

just because I tried
to help some feller

with a bullet in him.

And I'm tellin' you
for the last time,

you got the wrong man.

And I mean it.

-Can you prove that?

-You bet your big foot
I can prove it.

Just send off a telegraph
to Marshal Matthew Dillon

in Dodge City.

He'll tell you about me.

He's my friend.

-Write out your telegram.

-Forget his name, did you?

-No, it ain't that at all.

-Well, get on with it.
I ain't got all night.

-Well, it appears like
that I've --

I've lost my writin' specs.

-I'll set them words down
for you.

-Much obliged to you.

Just can't figure out
where them things went to.

I had them...
-Well?

-Send it off to Matthew Dillon.

He's the marshal --
-I know who he is.

-And tell him...

[ Door opens ]

-Reckon you can go home now.

-I've been lookin'
for them posters, Sheriff.

Can't find a single one
on the prisoner.

-Yeah.

-Sheriff, I reckon you know
that some of the folks...

What me and some of the others
have been sayin' about you.

-That I've reached the end
of the line as a lawman?

-Truth is,
we was all wrong about you.

You're every bit
as good as you was 10 years ago.

-Thanks.

-And, uh, what I said out there

about you bein' scared
and all...

Well, I was wrong in thinkin'
that,

and I'm right sorry for it.

After what you don't tonight,

ain't nobody ever gonna
doubt you again.

If you need me for anything,

I'll be over
gettin' somethin' to eat.

[ Sets down mug ]

♪

[ Coins clinking ]

-I wish gunsmithing did as well
as you seem to do, Miss Kitty.

-How's business been, Newly?

-Hmm, pretty good, I guess.

It takes time to build,
you know?

Was thinkin' about makin'
a bigger sign.

-[ Laughs ]
-Yeah, don't get it so clean.

The evening's young.

I'll tell you, this is a night
to remember, Kitty.

-Why?
-Well, Festus is out of town,

that's why.

Can't you just feel
the peace and quiet, Sam?

Send a round of drinks
over here.

-Comin' right up, Doc.

-My god, Festus is out of town.

-Well, I feel sorry for Festus.

-Why?

-Well, runnin' stock
from Holcomb

isn't the easiest job I know.

-Well, maybe not,
but he didn't need any help

'cause I sure offered.

-Of course he didn't want
any help.

-You know,
it was kind of funny.

I've never seen Festus
so anxious to go to work.

That isn't in his nature,

and especially for the money
that Hank's payin' him.

-I can tell you all about that.

I know exactly
why he took that job,

and I'll tell you in one word --
fishin'.

-There you are, Doc.
-Oh, thanks, Andy.

And just pour yourself one, too.

And pour ol' Rudy one there,
too.

-Well, thank you.
-Thank you.

-Fishin'?
-Fishin', of course.

He's got himself a little place

picked out right near
Pierceville there.

-You figured he took that job

just to get in some fishin'?
-Well, sure.

Pierceville's right between
here and Holcomb.

-It's the first time
I ever heard

of anybody gettin' paid
for fishin'.

-I tell you who I feel sorry
for, is ol' Hank.

He figures Festus will be back
with those horses in 3 days.

I tell you,
it'll be more like 4 or 5.

-Well, I see you've got this
all figured out.

-Of course I have.

-Why don't you
tell me the truth?

-What?

-Wouldn't you just love to be
up there fishin' with him?

-No. I'd just love to be
up there fishin' without him.

But right now, I'm gonna settle
for all this peace and quiet.

Sam!

Don't you go away,
and when these are finished,

you just fill 'em right up
again.

We may be here for 4 or 5 days.

♪

-[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Grunts ]

Uhh!

[ Hooves clopping ]
Hah!

♪

-You look tired.
-I'm all of that.

-It's not surprising, ridin'
with that posse half the night.

-And, uh, hungry, too.

-Hmm. I thought you might be.
I kept a plate warm.

-Caught 'em
a few miles east of town.

Had to shoot one of 'em.

Name is Zeb Butler.

-Hope it's not too dried out.

-Looks fine.

Amy?
-Uh-huh?

-Think you could put up
with bein' a lawman's wife

for another year or two?

-Why? You, uh, you thinkin'
about runnin' for sheriff again?

-Been a lawman almost 40 years.
I don't know nothin' else.

-Well, now.

It's not gonna set too well
with Charlie Gruber

if you don't retire.

-Gruber's young and hardheaded.

It won't do him no harm
to wait another year or two.

That is,
if youcan abide it, Amy.

-Hmm. I've abided it
all these years.

I reckon another couple
won't hurt none.

-Ha. You're a caution.

-I am, am I?

-After all the talk
we've done about my quittin',

I tell you I'm gonna stay on,
and you take it calm as cotton.

-Dan Bassett,
I never knew you'd do anything

without thinkin' on it.
It's just that...

-I know, I ain't as young
as I once was.

Got to admit, I was kind
of itchy going after 'em alone.

-Alone?

-Posse got all steamed up.

I couldn't stop 'em from
ridin' off in all directions.

-Then you shot
both them robbers?

-Just the one.

Other one says he's innocent.

He says he's from Dodge City,

a friend of the marshal's
over there.

-Well, now, being a friend
of the marshal's

don't necessarily mean
he's not guilty.

-The way I figured it.

-Still,
I suppose you had to check.

-I thought about it.

Decided against it.

My job is bringin' 'em in,
no more.

It's up to a jury to decide
whether he's guilty or not.

But, Dan,

surely his friends have got
a right to know what happened.

-I reckon I have,
and they will,

come trial time.

Can't take no chances
on anybody pullin' strings

to get him out
before the judge arrives.

-I see.

-Been a spell
since I felt myself a whole man.

You know, Tom's been talkin'

for some time for me being
too old for sheriff.

-I never did much pay attention
to talk.

-Till tonight, I've been
kind of wonderin' myself

if maybe they wasn't right.

♪

-Well, I don't know
what more proof we need.

He's not back yet.

-Well, he isn't due back
till sometime tonight, Doc.

-You know, I wouldn't blame Hank

if he took a horsewhip to him
when he gets here.

-You sure are concerned
about Hank's stock.

-Well, no.
Hank hired him to do a job,

and what does he do?

-He goes fishin'.
-Exactly.

-Without asking an old friend
to go along with him.

-Hmm.
-Is that it, Doc?

Are you upset because Festus
didn't ask you to come along?

-Oh, upset nothin'.

He's just irresponsible.
That's what irritates.

-Marshal wasn't in his office.
-No, sir, he's over in Cimarron.

-Well, somebody better
take a look at that telegram.

-Somethin' wrong?

-Well, I ain't sure, Miss Kitty.

-When'd you get this?

-Less than 5 minutes ago.
-What is it, Doc?

-That rancher over in Holcomb
wants to know

why Hank hasn't picked up
his stock yet.

-Well, Festus oughta been there
long before this.

-Sure had,
fishin' or no fishin'.

-Well, where can he be?

-Well, somewhere between here
and Holcomb.

-Doc?

-Well, I wish Matt was here.

-Well, maybe I better
go get him.

Cimarron's on the way
to Holcomb.

If I caught Mr. Dillon
before he left,

I could save him a trip
back here.

-You do that, Newly.
-Thank you.

-Okay. And don't worry,
we'll find Festus.

♪

-Morning, boys.

[ Door slams ]

How's the prisoner?

-Oh, he's been kickin' up
a ruckus now and again.

He keeps askin' for you and some
wire you sent off for him.

-Bates will be along shortly
to take over.

-What, ain't you gonna talk
to him?

-In time.

-Well, Sheriff, I was, uh,

I was just wonderin' about
when you was gonna get around

tallkin' to him, find out
about that stolen money.

-Like I said, in time.

-Well, a few folks been askin'
me when you was gonna get back.

-Gruber, there's times
to let things simmer.

I figure this is one.

-Well, uh,
you're wearin' the badge.

-Tell Bates I'll stop by
on my way to dinner.

[ Door slams ]

-Oh, Sheriff, is that you?

-You shut up in there.
-Sheriff?

-You shut up in there.
I said, just shut up!

You -- you shut your mouth
in there!

You shut up!

-You go tell that sheriff of
yourn to get hisself in here,

or I'm gonna scratch my way
out of this chicken coop

and hind end the both of you
with a load of buckshot.

-Well, he ain't ready
to talk to you.

-Oh, he ain't ready, huh?

Well, I been a eyeballin'
these walls for two days now,

and you tell him...

-Mister, I'm gettin'
plumb wore out listenin' to you.

-He just plain ol'
plowed me under with his lyin',

that's what he's did.

-Yeah.

Well, you ain't the only one.

Half the town is talkin' about
how he outdrawed your partner

and brung you into town
all by hisself.

-Now you lookie here.

I reckon that sheriff done
what he had to do,

but it wasn't no gunfight
by a long shot 'cause

that feller he killed wadn't
in no fit shape

to make no kind of a fast draw.

And I didn't make none at all!

[ Smack ]
-I knew it.

I knew it. I knew it
all the time it was a fluke.

That man ain't got no more right
to wear that badge.

No more right!
[ Smacks hands ]

You and your partner,
you show up in this town,

you -- you rob a bank,

and you make a great big hero
out of him.

-That feller wasn't
no partner of mine.

I've told you a hundred times,
you knucklehead.

-If he was all that much,

he'd have found out
where you hid that money.

-Money. Of all the...
[ Speaks indistinctly ]

-Two minutes with you, Mister,

and I would have found out
where you put it.

-Not on your old tintype, you
wouldn't, 'cause I don't know.

-You ain't all that tough,
Mister.

-And you ain't tried me yet.

-Gruber!
[ Door slams ]

You know Bassett don't want
no talkin' to the prisoner.

-Yeah, I know.
-Then leave him alone.

-Bates...

you ever wonder why Bassett
hasn't been to see him

since we've been back?

-I don't wonder
about nothin', Gruber.

I leave things
to Sheriff Bassett.

I figure he knows
what he's about.

That's why he's sheriff,
and we're just deputies.

-Deputy?
-Yeah?

-Then I want you to go
tell that sheriff

that I want to talk to him,

and I want to talk
to him right now.

-You just sit on down there.

When the sheriff's ready to talk
to you, he'll let you know.

-Oh, he will, huh?

-Well, I've been
trying to tell him,

and you, and that
stumpy little muttonhead

and whoever will listen to me

that you got the wrong feller
in jail!

-No, you -- you're too busy
a-hoorahin' and a-hoohawin'

and a-chompin' your jaws
'cause you got me behind bars.

And all the time, the real
robbers is a-runnin' loose.

Don't you know that?

♪

[ Bubbling ]

♪

[ Door opens and closes ]

It's gonna be a little hard,

you explain' me bein' dead
in my cell, ain't it?

Especially during your guard?

-Well, I ain't plan on shootin'
you, unless I have to.

-I ain't that dumb.

I ain't gonna give you no cause.

-That's fine.
[ Keys jangle ]

That's fine.

[ Lock clanks ]

Hey, come on you, step out.

-We fixin' to go someplace,
are we?

-Yeah.

You're gonna take me
where that money's hid.

Now.

-I just as leave
take a bullet right here.

-That'd suit me just fine,
Mister.

Except I'm set on gettin'
my hands on that money

and bringin' it back
to this town.

-I just bet you are.

-You've got a choice, Mister.

You take me where that money is,
and I'll turn you loose.

But if'n you don't,
you're as good as buried

for tryin' to escape jail.

Now what's it gonna be?

-I reckon we'll take a ride.

-Yeah.
I figured you see it my way.

[ Door closes ]

[ Lowered voice ] Now go on.

Now you hear me good, Mister.

You take me where that money
is first time, you hear me?

First time, or so help me,

I'll put six bullets
in the back of your head.

Now git!

♪

♪

[ Birds chirping ]

-Prettiest time of of day,
dawn.

Been a lot of dawns I've seen,
an awful lot.

-You've been up all night.

-Most of it.

-Why didn't you wake me?

-I wanted to.

Had some studyin' to do.

-I'll make some coffee.

-Nah, just come on over here
and sit by me for a minute.

Amy, we come a long road
together, you and me.

-It's been a good road, Dan.

-I've been studyin' about that.

All the time
we've been together,

I don't think
I ever lied to you.

-Well, there's been
a time or two

when you shaded the truth.

-A time or two.

I figure I done
more than that this time.

-It's that prisoner you've got
in the jail, ain't it?

-How come you always know
what I'm thinkin'?

-[ Chuckles ]

But howdid you lie to me?

-I told you it wasn't my job

to figure whether a fella's
guilty or innocent.

All I had to do was
bring him in.

That just ain't true, Amy.

A lawman's job's a lot more
than that.

-It always has been, Dan.

Least ways,
it always has been with you.

Long as I've known you,

you've been interested
in justice, not just the law.

-I ain't been actin' much
like it lately.

-On account you -- you never
checked that prisoner's story

about him being a friend
of the marshal's?

-That's only part of it.

I had no right
tearin' up that wire.

But it goes deeper than that.

There's lots of things
that don't add up.

-Like what?

-The fact that there was
a fire burnin' in the clearing

when I found him,

the size of a meal
somebody'd cook.

Man robs a bank, it don't hardly
seem likely he'd ride back

and set hisself down to dinner
with a posse on his heels.

-Not unless he was smart enough
to have the campsite ready

so you'd think
it'd been there all along.

-I thought of that, but you got
to admit, it ain't likely.

Then there's this story
that he was on his way

to Holcomb to pick up
a string of horses.

I should have checked that, Amy.

He could have been
tellin' the truth.

-But you ain't sure.
-No, I ain't sure,

but I should have done
everything I could to find out.

The thing that scares me is,

I didn't face right up to it.

-What are you going to do, Dan?

-What I should have done
in the first place --

get that marshal up here
from Dodge City

and try and find out
if there's any cause

for puttin' this feller
on trial.

[ Footsteps approach ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Knock on door ]

-The prisoner's
broken out of jail.

-What? When?
-A few minutes ago.

Larry Colvis over at the stable
seen him and Gruber take off.

-Gruber?

-Yeah, I think he's taken
him along as a hostage.

-Get some men together.

-The men are saddling up now,
Sheriff.

They'll be waiting for you
at your office.

-Which way were they headin'?
-They were headin' east,

out the old back trail.

-East, Amy.
Back to where he hid that money.

-I put your horse outside,
Sheriff.

-I'll be right along.
Looks like a lost

a lot of sleep for nothin'.
-Dan...

-Come close to throwin'
the whole thing away.

-Dan, I remembered something
you once said.

You said, "An innocent man

"will just as hard and fast
as a guilty one,

even faster if -- if the law
turns his back on him."

♪

-Hey, yonder they come.

-Posse's ready, Sheriff.

-Yeah.

-Yeah, we're ready.

-Get rid of that bottle, Shad,
or stay behind.

-Oh, Sheriff, liable to get
a might chilly out there.

-Hard ridin' will warm you up.
Get rid of it.

All right, let's go.
-Go!

♪

-Festus' got a spot up here
he likes to go fishin'.

If he's not there, we'll have
to look for him in Pierceville.

-Let's hope nothin' happened
to him before he got that far.

-It's Luke Summers.

-You know him, Marshal?

-Yeah, him and Zeb Butler both.

-Pierceville?

-You hold up.

Now just how much farther
we gotta go?

-Well, as I recollect,

it oughta be right over
this here rise here,

close to where you caught up
with me that first time.

-You're sure takin' your time
about gettin' there.

-Now, you come on. You push
that mule of yours faster.

Now you come on! Git!

-Well, he's still headin' east.

-He's headin' back
to that stretch of woods.

-It's the only chance
he had to hide that money.

-Let's ride.

-Well, the man they're after,
what did he look like?

-Afraid I can't help you,
Marshal.

I never saw him.

-Well, I think I have an idea
who he is.

-We found Luke Summers shot
outside of town a few miles.

Now he had this stolen money
with him,

and he used to travel
with a man named Zeb Butler.

-Zeb Butler?

Why -- why that's the man they
brought in dead three days ago.

I remember the name.

-Well, then who are they after?

-I don't know.

I-I don't know anything
about him, except...

he rode a mule.

-That's Festus.

-Now, ma'am, which way
did the posse ride out?

-East, out the back road.

-Mrs. Bassett, would you see
that this money

gets into the right hands
as soon as possible?

-Hurry, Marshal, hurry!
-Thank you.

[ Door closes ]

-Mister, you been stallin' me
for more than an hour now,

and I'm runnin' short
on patience.

Now where's it at?!

-Just hold your taters now.

You -- you know
it was pitch-dark

when we rolled in this place.

Well, ain't nothin'
that looks the same

in this here daylight.

You got to wait till I get
my bearings.

-Well, you got
just about one minute

to find 'em and get that money.

-What guarantee have I got
that you ain't a-fixin'

to shoot me once
I turn that over to you?

-What's a matter with you?
You got one minute!

-It's gonna be a might hard for
you to explain to that sheriff

what I'm doin' way out here

instead of back yonder
in that jail cell, now ain't it?

-Now, it ain't my fault

that fool Bates
left your cell door open

and you broke loose, huh?

Of course, you took me hostage.

And while you was findin'
your bearings, I jumped you.

Had to get my gun back.

Had to shoot you
to save myself, huh?

What do you think,
I'm in this to lose, Mister?

-You got it pretty well
figured out, ain't you?

-Yeah.

Now you come on,
'cause your time is runnin' out.

Come on.

-Let me see here.

Now if I recollect...

it's right yonder,
behind that bush.

-Aah!
[ Gunshot ]

Aah!

-Shot come from over there.

-[ Grunting ]

-Aah!

Uhh!

[ Groaning ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Grunts ]

-[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

-Come up easy, Mister.

Drop it!

-I just had me a belly full
of your kind of law, Sheriff.

He brung me out here,

thought I'd show him
where that money is at.

He wanted it for hisself.

-There's a lot of things
Gruber'd do.

Stealin' from his townsfolk
ain't one.

-Listen to me!
I'm tellin' you the truth!

He was a-fixin' to put a bullet
in my back!

-Or the other way around.

Gruber's dead.

-It was him or me.

-You almost had me fooled,
Mister.

-Listen to me, Sheriff!

-Me for one,
I'm tired of listenin'.

-What about that telegraph
you sent?

-Git.

-You never even sent it off,
did ya?

You good for nothin' old scamp!
You never even sent it off!

♪

♪

-[ Grunts ] Turn me loose!

I haven't did nothin',
I tell ya!

Get your stinkin' hands
off of me!

Turn me loose!

Well, tell these yahoos
about the telegraph.

-We'll get your friend up here,
but he ain't gonna help ya.

-Whatever it is you're talkin'
about don't matter.

Gruber's dead,
and you killed him.

-Hey, Sam! Horse him!

I got it right here, Sam.
Got it right here.

-Heave it right on over
that limb.

-Hold on, there.
-Come on.

Get to it, you know?
-Shad, I don't reckon

any of us likes this, Sheriff,
but it's got to be.

-He's right.

Gruber wasn't much of a lawman,
but he was one of us.

-Yeah right, gave his life
tryin' to take that feller.

We owe him for that anyways.

-All right, come on, Mister.
-[ Grunts ] No!

-We're bringin' him in,

holdin' him over for trial.

If he's guilty,
he'll hang just as easy then.

-He's guilty all right.

He killed Gruber.
That's all the evidence we need.

-I can't see him deserving
your protection, Sheriff.

-We had enough of this jawing.
Let's get on with it.

-Get your filthy hands off me!

You're hangin' the wrong man!
-Now, look here, Mister.

How easy this gonna be
is up to you.

-Sheriff, do somethin'!

Don't just stand there
with your jaws open!

[ Gunshot ]

-Could be I made one mistake,

but I sure as blazes
ain't makin' one now.

Back off!

-You ain't gonna use that gun
on us, Sheriff?

-Not unless you force me.

-Put this noose on him.
-Stand back!

Shad.
[ Cocks gun ]

-You know...

[ Cocks gun ]

[ Gunshot ]

-Get back here!

Hold him! Hold him!

[ Smack ]
-Uhh!

-All right, come on.
Let's get all in it.

-Now come on, Shad.
Let's give it up.

-If you want to do it,
get off that mule.

I'll do it myself.

Slick, turn me loose!

All right,
throw that noose on him.

-Shad!
-All right, hold it right there.

-Aah!

-[ Panting ]

Am I glad to see you fellers,
Newly.

-I can imagine.

-Yeah, I'm all right.

-You'd be Marshal Dillon
from Dodge?

-Sheriff Bassett?
-That's right.

-Guess I got here
about the right time, didn't I?

-You stopped the lynching,
Marshal.

But your friend here
is in serious trouble.

-That so?

-He's one of two men who
held up the Pierceville bank.

-Oh, no he isn't, Sheriff.
No, that man's dead.

We buried him
out by Martin's Pond.

The money he and his partner
stole's in your office.

-I reckon we done you in
on justice.

-Just get out of here,
you mangy bunch of dang...

-Festus?
-Matthew...

-He says the fishin's
been lousy.

-Got pretty close there,
Matthew.

♪

-Sheriff.

-I'll go fetch Doc Collier.

-I'll be all right.

We'll go by his place
on our way home.

That was an awful thing
I did, Amy.

-I'd say you done a whole heap
towards rightin' it, Sheriff.

-Where's the money?

-Mr. Potter over at the bank
picked it up.

-Then it's all done.

I'm truly grateful
you came when you did, Marshal.

-It all worked out, Sheriff.

-Only one thing wrong
with wearin' one of these.

-What's that?

-Not knowing when
to take it off.

[ Badge thuds ]

Let's go home, Amy.

-That badge can get to be
big part of a man's life.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I, uh, just don't know
when to take this one off.

♪

-[ Spits ]

Oh! Oh!

Help! Doc!

♪

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