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[ Gunshot ]

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

[ Horse nickers and whinnies ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Nickers ]

[ Nickers ]

[ Grunts and nickers ]

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[ Horse blusters ]

-Whoa.

-You waitin' for an invitation to get down?

-Here! Here! -That's it!

You just simmer down.

I'll take care of this feller myself.

-The only way to take care of rustlers

is to hang every one you find.

-The way I heard it, this here feller

wasn't even close to where them rustlers was.

-Any man caught with a running iron in one hand

and piggin' string in the other

is guilty as far as I'm concerned.

-I told you,

we were buyin' cattle along the way.

The runnin' iron was to brand 'em.

-Just a lucky thing for this feller,

Judge Brooker's a-judgin' him, ain't it?

-Cattlemen here's been losing enough beef out there

to pay their overhead.

-You got some quarrel with the way

Matthew's a-handlin' things, have you?

-No, I'm just in favor of making Dodge City

an unhealthy place for rustlers.

-Let me tell you somethin'.

If you have got some squawking to do,

you can chew Matthew's ear.

-I'll stand first watch for you, Festus.

-Much obliged, Burke. Let's get him inside.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Hey, who do I see about getting a grazing permit?

-Where are you from?

-El Paso.

Got almost 2,000 head following me in.

Been trailing near 3 months.

-Well, you swing wide, Mister,

and graze them in the flats north of the county.

-Who the devil are you?

-The name is Eriksson, if that says anything.

I'm with the Cattlemen's Cooperative.

And we take care of our own up here.

There's just so much grass for grazin' land.

-Way I understand it, it all still belongs to the government.

-Well, Mister, between rustlers and you grass-grabbers

from Texas, we just about filled up to here.

[ Door opens ]

-You namin' me with rustlers? [ Door closes ]

-Hold on there. Hold it, hold it.

What's going on here?

-I'm just tellin' this Texan

there isn't enough grazin' land open for his herd.

-Well, now that's kinda up to Matthew to decide, ain't it?

Marshal Dillon will be back directly, Mister,

and he'll tell you where you can bed down your beef.

-Much obliged. -Yes, sir.

-When we get organized around here,

we'll be having some changes.

-The way I got it figured, Eriksson,

I'll tell you,

it's gonna take a heap of doin'

by you and your "Cattleman's Copper-tative"

or whatever it is you call it.

All you and the rest of 'em yahoos is doing

is a-grabbin' something that ought to belong to everybody.

That's all you're doing.

The way I figure it, see, that young cowpuncher's

a-tellin' the truth about that runnin' iron.

Now, when Matthew seen that he had some daylight left,

he just decided he'd ride over in them east canyons

and take a little look-see.

And I would've went with him myself,

but he had to leave somebody with some gumption

in charge of that posse.

And just said flat out, he said, "Festus, you are in charge."

-Just like you've been tellin' us now

for three or four or five times. -Yeah.

And the fact that Matthew ain't back yet makes me think

that he just could've stumbled onto somethin' over yonder.

And if he ain't back here directly,

I'm fixin' to take a ride out there myself

and see can I give him a hand.

'Course, he did leave me in charge of the town.

And -- and you know when a feller's in charge,

it's pretty hard to go

two or three different directions at the same, and --

-Yes, of course it is, especially when you have to try

to figure out if you talk long enough you think we'll overlook

the fact that you owe for the next round of beer.

-Oh, I was thinkin' it was your turn, Doc.

Well, just to show you that my heart's in the right place,

I'll flip you for it.

Loser buys.

-Oh, well, that's fair.

That's -- that give me a 50-50 chance, you see?

And that's at least a 50% better chance

than I had when I came in here to get a beer in the first --

-Festus! -What is it?

-A man just brought in Marshal Dillon's horse.

-What? -Matthew's horse?

-Yes, picked it up in the east canyons.

-What about Matt?

-Well, the way he's saying it,

he buried Mr. Dillon.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-[Italian accent ] All I can say, he was a big man, very big.

-Did you see a badge?

He would've had a badge on.

-Well, he was wearing a --

a vest, a vest like this.

Maybe it covers the badge.

I don't look so very close.

-Doc, look at this.

-That's blood, all right. Where is he?

-Mister, are you saying you buried the man

that belongs to that there horse?

-The horse is there.

The man is there,

dead by a bullet,

the horse with the man.

-Doc?

-Where was this?

-One of the canyons, East, in a gully.

-Can you lead me out there?

-Signore, no andiamo.

We are going to California.

Some man tells us that we can save many, many miles

if we go by the canyons.

This is the way we go.

All this country, it is so strange to us.

So all I can tell you is...

is one of the canyons,

east, in the gully.

-There's more canyons out yonder

than a feller could count,

and there's 100 gullies in every one of them.

-I-I find a dead man.

I bury him.

I say the prayers.

I bring the horse back here to you

because I don't think it's right if I keep.

I'm sorry.

-I won't believe it. I just won't believe it.

-Now, Kitty, we haven't heard the fully story here yet.

-That's Dillon's horse, all right.

-You hush.

-Mister, if you found a dead man, why didn't you just

bring him on in here with you?

Why didn't you do that?

-We don't know how far away your town is.

And I-I see the vultures.

I see it -- it's going to rain.

So I think it's best to bury him, no?

-Well, if they've had rain out yonder in them canyons,

there ain't a chance in the world

that I can follow these wagon tracks back there.

I'm gonna ride out to them canyons.

Newly, get us something to ride, will you?

-I'll go with you, Festus. -No, Sam. You come with me.

[ Indistinct conversations ] -Hold on, hold on, hold on.

Now, I appreciate your wantin' to help out.

But with that rain out there and everything, they --

there just could be a sign or two left.

Now, if we all get out yonder and start to millin' around,

we're gonna be chasin' each other's tracks, don't you see?

This here is a better job for one man or two.

Much obliged.

-Dillon's dead.

A wagon family found his body in a canyon and buried him.

-Are you sure it was Dillon?

-Well, they brought his horse back.

There's was blood all over his saddle.

-So...

his time finally came.

-First thing that popped into my mind

were those grazing permits.

Who would be handling them?

-Uh...

Yes, and a few other things in this town.

-Well, I just don't know.

There must be some explanation to this.

Just gotta be.

-Well whatever it is, we're gonna find out about it, Doc.

-You can bet your bottom dollar on that.

We'll be back before long, Doc.

And we'll be back with old Matthew, too,

I'll guarantee.

-Well, how about it, Major?

Marshal's office has control over those grazing permits.

-Are you still deputized, Mr. Eriksson?

-No one to say different.

-You and some of the cattlemen in that posse

might very well form the spine of a committee

to see to law enforcement in town.

-And I know a couple of men

that would be good to have on our side.

-Tread lightly, Mr. Eriksson.

And don't you make a move without first consulting me.

If Dillon is dead, this could be the biggest windfall

we've ever come into.

-It's not true.

-Well, you just hang on to that.

We'll need a lot more proof than we've seen.

Here, take these.

Doctor's orders.

Take a couple of them, help you sleep.

-I don't want to sleep.

-Well, I want you to sleep.

[ Bottle thuds ]

When you wake up, we may have some answers.

♪

-[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

[ Labored breathing ]

-[ Speaks Native language ]

-[ Groans ]

-[ Speaks Native language ]

-[ Groans ]

-[ Speaks Native language ]

-Ow. [ Groans ]

[ All shouting indistinctly ]

[ Glass shatters ]

-Eriksson and the committee.

There's gonna be trouble, mark my word.

[ Thud ]

-Aah! Ooh! Ooh!

-Hold it right there! [ Thud ]

Throw those men on their horses.

You better have enough in your pocket

to make good on that window.

-[ Chuckles ] Ain't my lookout, Mister.

They the ones who was started it.

-I don't want any argument, just the price of that window.

-The blazes with what you want.

Uhh!

Ooh!

-All right, $20 ought to cover it.

All right, break it up.

Come on.

-I guess them randies needed cuttin' down.

But they shouldn't have done to them like that.

-What?

-No way for a man wearin' a badge to carry on.

-Just shut that sort of talk, Louie.

You don't wanna get mixed up in all this.

-You got no right. Now, turn me loose.

Turn me loose, I say.

What's between me and Cal Simmons

is no concern of yours.

-Just move along. -Wait a minute.

What's going on here? -They've arrested me, Doc.

-Well, what for?

-Cal Simmons made some harness for me and it's no good,

and I don't intend to pay for it.

And Simmons just called the committee in on me.

-Step aside, Doc. -Oh, just hold on a minute here.

-A complaint is being filed.

We're just acting on it.

This man is under arrest. Come on.

-Well, that's the craziest thing I ever heard of.

Are you gonna stand here and let something like that happen?

-Looks to me like they just done their duty.

-Oh, Hank, Lathrop and Simmons have been quarrelin' for years.

You can't arrest him over something like that.

-But Cal made a complaint.

-Hank, do you mean to tell me

that you are gonna support that committee for public safety?

-Well, we ain't got no other law around town.

We gotta have some protection.

-"Gotta have some protection," he said,

and looked me right in the eye.

Gotta have some protection.

They don't know what in thunder they're doin'.

And that Miller and Jacobs and Ackerman over there

at the land office, they're -- they're talkin' the same way.

Ridiculous!

"Everything's being taken care of," they say.

Just like that.

Everything -- "It's a little rougher than usual," they say.

But it's all being taken care of.

-Sure is a different town, isn't it?

-Let me tell you something, if that Wall

should get jurisdiction of that government grazing land,

it'll be a different town.

Why, he'd be a power in a cattle business around here, Kitty.

And he and that Eriksson, we'll they'd just be the first.

Lord only knows how many more will descend on Dodge

with Matt gone.

He'll be back.

-You really believe that, don't you, Doc?

-I most certainly do.

We gotta believe that, don't we, Kitty?

-What'd you find out?

-[ Sighs deeply ] Doc, we poked our noses

under half the rocks in creation.

Just not a thing.

Newly, would you put old Ruth up for me?

-Yes, sir. You bet.

-All right.

Go on, Ruth.

I'll tell you one thing, Doc -- We ain't done lookin' yet.

There's a heap more ground to get covered.

And we're fixin' to cover it, too.

Doc?

Is my eyeballs covered with trail dust,

or is that Eriksson wearin' a badge?

-Well...few things I gotta fill you in on, Festus.

Let's go into Long Branch.

-Hey! [ Metal scrapes ]

Hey, when's a man get fed around here?

Hey! [ Metal scrapes ]

I'm hungry!

-One more word out of you,

and you're going to be fed with your own teeth.

-Committee for Public Safety, my foot.

The thought of that Eriksson just sitting over in Matthew's

office a-callin' himself marshal just galls me.

And I ain't gon' stand for it, neither.

-Well, he's not exactly calling himself marshal, Festus.

-Well, I don't give a hoot what he's callin' himself.

A skunk is a skunk.

And that's all there are to it.

Now, how'd this here get started?

-Well, the men that Matt deputized

when he started that posse just stayed deputized.

That's all there was to it, including Eriksson.

And then the whole town just sat back and accepted the fact

that he and the others represented the law.

They even threw Mr. Lathrop in jail.

It cost him $15 to get out.

-All right. That does it.

Now, Matthew left me in charge of that there posse.

And whatever law there is in this town, I'm it.

I'mit.

-You better get some sleep.

-Miss Kitty, all of a sudden, I ain't tired no more.

-Think there's gonna be trouble?

-I wouldn't be surprised.

You know, I wouldn't want you to tell Festus

I ever said a thing like this,

but right now, I wish we had

about dozen more like him in this town.

This whole thing wouldn't have got started this way

in the first place.

-Anybody ever tell you it's bad manners

to go pokin' through another man's belongings?

-None of your business, Whiskers.

-Well, if you ain't up out of that chair by the time

I bat my eyeball, I'm gonna pitch you out that window.

-You mind saying that once again?

I don't hear so good.

-I'm just a-tellin' you that you ain't got no business

in Matthew's office.

And if you can't understand my words,

I'll just have to show you.

Well...

I just can't decide whether to decorate the ceiling

with your little dab of brains

or whether to put this pistol away and squash you like a bug.

And I'll just bet Pappy a mule you'll be out of here

before I make up my mind.

-Hear, hear.

What's all this?

-I'll tell you the same thing I've been a-tellin' him.

I don't cotton to the likes of him hangin' around here.

Matthew put mein charge.

-In charge?

-Oh. I'm sorry you feel offended, Mr. Haggen.

'Course we recognized

that you were deputized by Marshal Dillon.

But you've been out of town.

-I'm back in town.

-Well, there's no argument there.

I don't think Mr. Eriksson

could possibly object to being spelled for the night.

-It don't make no never mind to me what he objects to.

And it ain't for just a night, neither.

Now, both of you, get on out of here.

-Your assistance is most welcome.

Eriksson?

-That's one I owe him.

-Forget it.

-Festus, what's goin' on?

-"Your assistance is most welcome."

High-toney yahoo talks like my foot's asleep.

I-I ain't assist nobody,

and ain't nobody assisting me unless I say so.

-What are you talkin' about, Festus?

-Oh, that Wall and Eriksson,

them and their Cattlemen's Copper-tative

is acting like Dodge is there just for the taking.

They're wrong.

I'll give you oath on that.

They're wrong.

Now, Newly, I want you to sit right down here.

Stay right here because I'm fixin' to ride

back out that canyon country.

-Okay. Well, I'd like to go with you.

I wanna help you find the marshal.

-The best way you can help me now, Newly,

is just by stayin' right here.

-Yes, sir.

-Now, you keep your eye peeled.

And don't be bashful

if there's any heads that needs knocking together.

You do it.

You understand? -Yes, sir.

-'Cause you'rethe one that's in charge here now.

[ Door closes ]

-Well?

-On our way. -Huh?

-We got our telegram.

The governor didn't appoint you interim marshal.

So don't be looking for words of that effect.

-Major Samuel Wall, cattlemen...

-Expresses sympathy for the uncertain plight

of Marshal Dillon, support for the committee.

The only thing that's interesting to us

is that the governor is going to appoint an interim marshal,

man of the town's choosing.

-Puts us halfway there.

-Well, we'll need the town behind us more than it is.

Once we can nail down

that we've got the people's interest at heart,

I think we've got it all with a pink ribbon wrapped around it.

-Mr. Eriksson?

Mr. Eriksson, up at the Bull's Head,

them Texans are talkin' about breaking out that rustlin' kid.

You better get up there.

-They've been talking about that for 4 days now.

-Yeah, but they're really feeling their liquor now.

They're gettin' awful mean.

-Is that so? Well, I better straighten that out.

-Thank you, Mr. Burke.

We'll attend to that.

-I'd come quick if I was you.

There's trouble on the way up there.

-Maybe they're drunk. -Do you think

that they would try to break that boy out of jail?

-Oh, you can never tell about those Texans.

They kind of stand by their own. I better get up there.

-If they did try, you'd have to enforce the law to its limit.

And that would certainly be a good indication of a need

for stronger law enforcement in Dodge,

a demonstration of the value of the committee,

a demonstration of your own value.

-You just stay peaceful, Mister.

-What?

-[ Chuckles ] We're fixin' to get Sonny out of your jail.

-Hold on.

You do that, you're just gonna make things worse.

-With the law that Dodge has come to have?

Couldn't be no worse.

-Now you ain't gonna hang him, Mister.

Why, I knowed that boy ever since he was a tad.

'Course he ain't much more right now,

but for sure he ain't no rustler.

-Well, that's up for the court to decide.

-Well, he's been in there for 4 days.

And he ain't no closer to a court

than he was when your posse picked him up.

Now, it's, uh, time we was headin' south.

And that boy's goin' with us.

-Judge Brooker's gonna work something out...

Uhh!

-Boys, looks like we made our last ride to Dodge.

Come on, Sonny. Move it. [ Keys jangling ]

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

-I knew it. I thought you all had forgotten about me.

-The only thing to forget about is this town. Let's go.

-Now hold it.

When we get outside, split up.

We'll meet in the back of the Bull's Head.

[ Gunshot, glass shatters ]

-Don't shoot.

♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Four men dead.

-What happened here?

-We heard those Texans trying to break out that rustling kid.

We got here as they were makin' off.

-Well, you didn't have to cut 'em in half with those shotguns.

-They're a dangerous bunch of men, Doctor.

Won't take chances with them cutting us in half.

-You didn't even give 'em a chance to surrender.

-Well, how would you have handled it, Mr. O'Brien?

-Not like this, that's for sure.

-Three men push their way into the jail at gunpoint,

break out a rustler,

and yet, when a hand is raised against this kind of scum,

there are those who say

that it shouldn't have been done that way.

Well, I think I speak for most of us here

and say we owe you a debt.

Mr. Eriksson quite probably saved your life, young man.

Now, I wonder why your sympathies

are reserved for men who have broken the law

instead of for those enforcing it.

-Now, you hold on. - Newly...

Let's go up to the office. I wanna have a look at you.

-Doc, Festus told me -- -Never mind what Festus said.

Come on. I wanna have a look at you.

Come on.

-With the indisposition of Mr. O'Brien, it seems that

the full responsibility for law enforcement in Dodge

rests with Mr. Eriksson and the committee.

Now, these men risked their lives to do us a service.

I think we owe them more than just a vote of thanks.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-I received a telegram from the governor

in which he stated that a man of the town's own choosing

might be appointed interim marshal.

And Mr. Eriksson has been functioning as such.

I vote that we make this official now.

Anybody with me?

-Oh, hold on here.

This is ridiculous.

No show of hands in the middle of the street's

gonna be called an election by anybody,

especially when all the hands I see belong to strangers.

-We've got to have law and order, Doc.

-For 12 years, you had law and order in Dodge City

because one man enforced the law.

Now that he's not here, you're willing

to give the town away a minute to the first incompetent

that comes along with a shotgun and anxious to use it.

-Well, what are we supposed to do, Doc?

-Well, let's talk for a minute

about what you're not supposed to do.

When an emergency comes up,

you're not supposed to turn your back on it.

You meet it. That's what you do.

You don't just turn away and say,

"Everything's being taken care of."

You don't do that.

Now, I'm gonna tell you something else --

What happened here tonight was not law enforcement.

In my opinion, it was murder.

-Murder? [ Citizens murmuring ]

That's a strong word.

-That's what I meant.

Now you Dodge folks, listen to me.

You just look around and see what's going on.

And tell your friends and neighbors

to do the same thing

before you start givin' this town away.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Thought you would be a little quicker

shutting up that old man.

-Talk isn't gonna hurt us that much.

-Oh?

Well, supposin' he stops talkin' and rides up to Hayes City

and starts shouting, "Murder"?

-Eriksson, you don't pound a man like Dr. Adams into submission.

-Are you telling me we should let Adams ride to Hayes

and let it blow up in our faces?

-Nothing is gonna blow up.

-He said killing those drovers was murder.

If he can make people believe that --

-In the exercise of law enforcement,

you were forced to use extremes.

-Major, we're too close to having this town in our pocket

to lose it to a pill-pushing old man.

[ Horse blusters ]

-Night, Sam, Kitty.

-Goodnight, Miss Kitty. -Goodnight, Sam. Thank you.

[ Punch lands ] -Uhh!

-Hey, what's going on there?

Doc?

Doc?

-Matthew!

Matthew? -Festus?

-You old scudder.

If I ain't tickled to see you. -Oh, Festus.

I'll tell you, it's good to see you, too.

-You're the looksomest sight

I've set eyeball on in many a day.

What happened to you?

-Oh, I took a bullet in the shoulder.

-Gettin' along all right, is it?

-Yeah. I lost a lot of blood.

But it's -- it's healin' up now I think.

Got pretty weak.

How'd you ever happen to find me here?

-Well, just old Haggen instinct, I reckon.

I sure been lookin' for you for a spell.

-How long I been out here? I lost track of time.

-Well, it is 5 days ago

we started runnin' them rustlers down.

-[ Groans ] -How'd you ever get up here?

-Indian hide hunter found me, brought me here.

I wouldn't be alive, wasn't for him.

-Where's he at?

-Well, I sent him out lookin' for help.

He doesn't speak any English, so I gave him a badge.

I thought maybe he might show it to somebody if he across 'em.

-Miss Kitty?

-Seems to be breathing all right.

-They were trying to kill him.

-There ain't any doubt about that.

Sam?

You said yourself you didn't see who did it.

-Is there any doubt, Miss Kitty?

-There isn't any proof either.

-I'll make sure that works both ways.

-When's it gonna stop?

-Well, somebody's got to do it.

-Sam, I'm gonna sit here with Doc.

You check on Newly before you turn in.

-Yes, ma'am.

[ Door closes ]

-Festus, that sure tastes good.

-Want a little dab more?

-[ Chuckles ] Well, I'm full to the brim,

but by golly, I will anyway.

-This here will grow hair on your elbows,

put muscle on your whiskers, too.

-[ Laughs ] Yeah, that's plenty.

Thank you.

[ Sighs deeply ]

You know something?

I-I just can't believe what's happened back there in Dodge.

-Ol' Doc says that folks just plain old let it happen,

that's all there is to it.

-Festus, we gotta get back there.

[ Groans ] -Matthew,

you hadn't ought to try it now. It's gonna be all right.

-[ Exhales sharply ] -That Wall and Eriksson,

they ain't going no place the way things is goin'.

-Well, I gotta get up and start movin' around.

-You hadn't ought to try it yet.

-Oh! Ah!

[ Groans ]

-See?

Listen to what I'm telling you, now.

Wait a couple of days.

And then we'll -- it'll wait.

[ Mooing ]

-It's gonna be 2 or 3 weeks

before that cattle buyer can get to your herd.

-Why, these'll be nothin' but gristle and bone by then

without proper grazin'.

-Not much of a price being paid for gristle and bone these days.

-All the years I've been comin' to Dodge,

I never paid for graze land before.

-Nobody's telling you to pay.

-Twenty-five cents a head to join the cooperative?

It amounts to the same thing.

-Somebody else around making you a better offer?

-No.

Next year I'm takin' my herd to Abilene.

-Well, that's your business, Mister.

If you have any complaints,

you can take that up with Major Wall.

-All right. I'll pay.

-Join.

-Where do I bed 'em down?

-Just east of the road.

We've been holding the best piece of land

for our newest member.

You got 2,000 head. Be $500.

All right, boys.

Let's go.

-[ Shouts in Native language ]

Over here!

[ Speaking Native language ]

-Marshal's badge? Could be Dillon's.

-[ Speaks Native language ]

There's some blood on this badge.

Man just might need some burying.

Tell Major Wall where we're going.

-[ Shouts in Native language ]

♪

-[ Speaks Native language ]

-We'll leave our horses here.

-Just go easy, Matthew.

-Oh, it's good to be up again, Festus.

I feel fine.

-Oh, sure you do.

If I was to turn my back on you,

you'd high-tail it for Dodge City afoot.

I know you.

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

I'll trade off, take turns ridin' the old mule with you.

-Matthew, I wanna tell you somethin'.

When you face up to Eriksson

and them others there in Dodge City,

you better be a-feelin' like your old self again.

You better -- -Festus?

I think we got company.

-You go around from that side.

Now, you take it from that side.

-[ Speaks Native language ]

-Festus, there's a rifle back here in the lean-to.

-I'll get it, Matthew.

-All right. -I'll leave this belt, too.

-I'll cover you.

[ Thud ]

-That there was Eriksson.

I recognized him.

-Hold it, Festus.

-[ Panting ]

[ Speaks Native language ]

-Let me take a look here. Yeah.

Festus, those men had to be on horseback.

See if you can find 'em.

-Matthew, with Eriksson high-tailin' it back,

they're gonna be laying for us in town.

-Well, good. Then we won't disappoint 'em.

Give me a bandana, will you?

-Here's one. -Oh, thanks.

Looks like I'm gonna get to return the favor.

[ Dog barking in distance ]

-It'll be getting light before long.

-What the devil is keepin' him?

-Anxious, Eriksson?

-Yeah, I'm anxious, all right.

I still think it's a mistake to shoot him down in the street.

-I'm sure you'll demonstrate your usual efficiency

by having several suspects in jail

within a matter of hours after the unfortunate occurrence.

-And if it doesn't work?

-Get out there, Eriksson.

See that it does.

[ Door opens ]

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-Psst!

[ Hooves clopping ]

[ Smack ]

[ Cocks gun ]

-I told you it wouldn't work.

[ Thud ]

-Hold it right there.

-I had to kill him, Marshal.

He was a dangerous man, absolutely uncontrollable.

-Marshal... [ Inhales sharply ]

he's lyin'.

It was all his planning.

-Let's go.

-You're not gonna listen to him.

There isn't a jury in the world that would believe what he said.

-You wanna bet?

Let's go.

-It's like one of them rich Arab potates

I seen a picture of once.

Old Matthew just layin' there, admirin' where he was at.

-A hide-hunter's tent, no less. -Oh, yeah.

-He's just fat and sassy,

just like he didn't have no worry in his head at all.

-Then he had to come along and spoil it all.

-Oh!

Doc, here, take my arm.

-Why would I take your arm?

I got two good ones of my own. Get out of the way.

-Well, I just thought that...

-Don't think. That's when you get dangerous.

How are you? -Doc.

-You look like you need a drink. -Sure, I do.

-What do you want? -Same as you got there.

-Okay. Sam, bring Doc a whiskey.

-Yes, ma'am. -Feelin' something better, Doc?

-Oh, yes, yes, a lot better.

I'm a little stiff. But I-I'm fine, I'm fine.

-If you ask me, you still look a little peaked.

-I didn't ask you.

What are you doin'?

-Doc, you got a hole in your head.

-Don't tell me what I've got in my -- don't touch me!

-I don't wanna see nothin' leak out.

You lost enough of your smarts as it is.

If you hadn't have lost what you have,

you'd be back in the bed where you belonged at.

-Oh, now you're gonna start to practice medicine.

-All right, right there's the proof

of how wrong you are when you are wrong,

'cause you ain't.

But if you wasn't, you would be.

It just proves how wrong you are about being in bed all stove up

like you are and sayin' whether you ought or hadn't ought.

But you ain't. And you are.

-Goodbye, everybody.

-You haven't finished your drink.

-Oh, no, I can't.

I'm sick.

I feel worse now than I did when I came in here.

I'm goin' back to bed.

My head aches.

My back aches. I ache all over.

I'm breakin' out in a sweat.

I should've known better than to come here in the...

[ Strained voice ] first place. I think I'd rather...

-That's your proof right there that us Haggens knows

a heap more about some things than folks gives us credit for.

Now I could cure him if he'd listen to me.

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