All language subtitles for Gunsmoke.S13E23.First.People.720p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-DarkSaber_track3_[eng]

-Starring James Arness
as Matt Dillon.

- [ Singing in native language ]

[ Stops singing ]

- You're not gonna die here,
old man.

You're not gonna do that to me.

You're coming' back with me.

You're going' home.

- I have no home.

Long since, the white man
took it from me.

- What more do you want?

I've come here personally

to ask you
to come back to the reservation.

Why are you doing this to me?

You hear me, old man?

Well, you are coming back,
and you're coming back now.

And you're gonna live
where I tell you.

And you're gonna live
as I tell you.

And you're gonna see to it
that your people do the same.

And you will not be a martyr
to your people.

- [ Continues singing
in native language ]

- All right. Come on.
On your feet.

On your feet.

Aah!

- Oh!

- [ Grunting ]

[ Horse neighs ]

[ Gunshot ]

- Mako.
- Sir.

- Well, that's all.
Move on. Move on.

- What's the matter here,
old-timer?

Mr. Baines,
you weigh these bags of sugar?

- Well, I was busy at the time
of delivery, Mr. Evans,

but I was assured
the weights were accurate.

- You were assured, huh?
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Baines, when we distribute
rations less than called for,

my honesty and integrity
comes into question.

I will not have that.

- I'm sorry, Mr. Evans.

I'll personally double-check
the weights from now on.

- Give this man twice the sugar
to him.

- Yes, sir.

- The gun.

- Stand aside, Mako.

- Mr. Evans rule.

No gun at Elmfork.

- I said stand aside.

I just saw White Buffalo's
people.

- It's all right, Mako.
In my office, Marshal.

- [ Speaks native language ]

- [ Shouting
in native language ]

- If I need to remind you,
Marshal,

you have no jurisdiction here.

- White Buffalo happens to be
a friend of mine.

- Oh, I'm aware of that.

- You know, his people
are telling me that he's been

camped up there by Squaw River
for the last 2 weeks.

- Trying' to make a martyr
of himself.

- They say he's ill, Mr. Evans.
He may even be dying.

They say you went
to see him a few nights ago.

- That's right.
And this is what I got for it.

Look!
I can have him removed

as chief of this tribe
for carving' me up like that.

- Seems to me you been
doing' a little carving your own

around here, haven't you?

Splitting up this reservation
like a pie,

limiting the movement
of these tribes.

- I fail to see the hardship
of people living

within boundaries that'd take
a man a week to ride.

- How come you've taken
their guns away from 'em?

They can't even hunt.

They're totally dependent
on you.

- Absolutely,
making this reservation

the most disciplined and safest
in the Indian Bureau.

- Well, most disciplined
I can believe.

Safest, I'm not so sure.

- Well, that's not
your business, Marshal.

- Well, if it's true, I'm gonna
do everything I can to see

that this is brought to the
attention of higher authorities.

- Well, you do
whatever you wish, Marshal.

But if this is to be
a duel of influence,

I might remind you
that I have connections

that go straight to the
United States attorney general.

- I'm aware of that, Mr. Evans.
Let me tell you something.

You keep on the way
you have been, and you're gonna

have an Indian uprising
on your hands.

- When you see White Buffalo,
you may tell him from me

nothing short of a formal
apology will be accepted.

[ Door shuts ]

- [ Singing in native language ]

- I wanted to talk to him.

- Words no longer important
to White Buffalo, Marshal.

Only his thoughts hold meaning.

He prepares to meet

[speaks native language]

- [ Continues singing
in native language ]

- I'm sorry.

- Why?

He welcomes death --

the only sure way
he can escape white man.

- He was my friend, Johnny.

- None of your kind
ever his friend.

- Johnny,
long before you were ever born,

he taught me the first words
of the Kitikiti'sh.

[ Speaks native language ]

- Or "honor and truth."

- That's right.

He was my friend, Johnny,
and I was his.

Now, before long, you're gonna
have to take his place

at the tribe council.

- [ Continues singing
in native language ]

- When I bury Grandfather,

I will take his place
as chief of Wichita.

- Now, what I was gonna
tell him, I'm gonna tell you.

- Is it about Agent Evans?
- That's right.

- The thoughts of White Buffalo
are my thoughts.

- That hasn't helped
anything so far.

- The rules
of Mr. Evans are unfair.

They go against treaty White
Buffalo make with your people.

- Yes, and his death
isn't gonna change any of that.

- What will, Marshal? Tell me.

- Johnny, you're gonna have
to learn how to deal with him

for a start.

- How you deal with man
who takes scum of reservation

and make scum police?

Who puts Mako and men like Mako

over some of greatest chiefs
of Wichita?

- It's gonna be up to you
to change that system, Johnny.

Now every young buck
on that reservation

is looking to you
for leadership.

You're the most
important man at Elmfork.

- Next to Mr. Evans.

- Mr. Evans is more important
than you, Johnny,

because he understands you
better than you understand him.

- Do not be sure
I not understand Agent Evans.

Many times, I have heard
of fight at Bitter Wells.

- All right. Then why don't you
use that knowledge?

Go back there right now
and talk to him.

It's got to start somewhere,
Johnny.

- [ Continues singing
in native language ]

- Mr. Evans in?
- Why, yes, he is, Marshal.

How's your grandfather, John?

- Your bed softer
than White Buffalo's.

- Thanks, Mr. Baines.

Now, that's making' a good start

at getting' along
with the Agency.

- I come here to talk.

- If Eagle Wing has come
for his ration, he is too late.

- The cattle were fed yesterday.

- This Mako,
sergeant reservation police.

- I know.

- You must wait until your turn
again next week.

Mr. Evans rule.

- Is he in his office?

- You may see him.

Eagle Wing may not.

Even when he is chief
of Elmfork Wichita,

he must still seek appointment.

- Johnny.

- What, Marshal?

How?

- You go down Elmfork.

Sit with old fool.

[ Speaks native language ]

- Stop it!

That's enough!
Stop it, I said!

Mako!

That's enough.

Mr. Baines, did you see
what caused this?

Well?

- I'm afraid I didn't see
how it started, sir.

- Because I refuse obey orders
that one who wear badge.

- All right.
Throw 'em both in the stockade.

- [ Speaks native language ]

- I want to see you inside,
Vern.

Are you sure you didn't see
what happened out there?

- Yes, sir.

- What's the matter, Vern?

- Well, Mr. Evans,
a United States marshal --

- Who has absolutely
no authority here.

- Begging your pardon, sir,
but aren't you just asking

for trouble
locking him up like that?

- I've taken that
into consideration.

- Well, I don't understand, sir.

He's bound to complain
to government authority.

- After he spends a night
in the stockade,

his complaint
won't carry much weight.

- [ Speaks native language ]

- [ Breathing heavily ]

- Talk, Marshal.

Tell me again of talk.

- How you feel?

- I think something's busted.

- You could be bleeding inside.

I tried to tell Mako.

He not let me talk to Evans.

[ Door shuts ]

- Can you get your hand
through there yet?

- [ Groans ]

- [ Grunting ]

[ Tapping ]

[ Door shuts ]

[ Horse snorts ]

[ Horse neighing ]

Aah.

- What happened?
- Prisoners broke from stockade.

Attack one of men,
take his weapon.

Marshal Dillon try ride away.

Eagle Wing shot Mr. Baines,
then run away.

Huh?

- Vern Baines is dead.

- All right.

Now, take this, and it'll help
with the pain a little bit.

- Doc,

I'll have to ride back to town
in the buggy with Higgis.

- No, you're gonna stay
right where you are for a while.

- I can't do that.

- Well, I can't have
you riding around, either.

You're mashed up in there, and
I don't want to take a chance

- on a punctured lung.
- Oh, Doc, I'll be fine.

- All right, then.
- [ Gasps ]

- Do just exactly as I say.

I'll be back
to see you tomorrow.

- Doc, tell Festus to look out
after things, will you?

- All right.
I'll tell him.

- Well, how is he?

- Well, he's hurt pretty bad.

I can't move him just yet.

- Well, I want you
to take care of him, Doctor.

Take very good care of him,

'cause I want him on his feet
for his trial.

- What trial?

- As an accessory
to cold-blooded murder.

- Well, you can't be serious.

Matt's a United States Marshal.

- Well, Doctor,
your United States Marshal

was under arrest in my stockade
along with that Indian.

And they attempted an escape.

And in that attempt,

they shot and killed
my assistant, Vern Baines.

And I'm gonna see
they both hang for it.

- Maybe Evans isn't gonna
press charges.

Well, Matt's been out there
for a week,

and you said yourself
that he hadn't said anything

more about it.

I mean, being marshal for
13 years must mean something.

- Well, yeah, it means a lot,

but I wouldn't delude myself
if I were you.

That Evans is not gonna
change his mind.

- Well, I don't like
to be the one to say it,

but if he doesn't,

it looks like the marshal's
gonna face these charges alone.

- Sam?

- Well, Miss Kitty, Festus'
been looking' for Eagle Wing

ever since it happened.

- That's true. I --

I feel like a nearsighted ninny.

Well, I ain't broke one sign
at all.

- [ Sighs ]

Well, isn't there
something' we can do?

- Well, if there is,
I sure wish I knew what it was.

Maybe Matt can tell us
something more.

I don't know.
I'm going' out to get him today.

- You are?
- Yeah.

- You mean his broke ribs
is all healed up?

- Well, enough so I can get him
out of Elmfork.

- I'm gonna ride out yonder
with you.

- No. No, you're not!
- Yes, Doc,

in case Evans
wants to give you any trouble!

- You're gonna stay right here
where you belong.

You're the acting marshal,
you know.

- My respects to your
commanding officer, Captain.

- Colonel Johnston
will be disappointed, sir.

You decided against staying
at Fort Dodge.

- You tell him I were
to stay here in town

-closer to where the trouble is.
-Yes, sir.

- Will you also send word
out to Mr. Evans at Elmfork?

Tell him I'm in town.

- That would be
my pleasure, sir.

- Good. Thank you.

- Guide on.

- What's the matter?

- I don't know.

You recollect me telling' you
that Evans told me

he had a friend in the Attorney
General's office in Washington?

- Yeah.
- You think it's true, Doc?

- I'm afraid so.

Man just rode into town
with a military escort.

Looked for all the world to me
like he was from Washington.

I just heard him
tell the captain

to give Evans his regards.

- Well, shoot.

That don't make
a lick of difference.

Matthew can take care
of hisself.

- Yeah. Sure, he can,

against rustlers and gunfighters
and bar brawlers.

But against the United States
government in a murder trial?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- Matthew! Matthew!
You old scudder, you.

If you ain't a sight
for a sore-eyed bulldog.

- What are you doing? For
Heaven's sakes, turn him loose!

You're shaking' him to pieces.

- Why don't you go
roll yourself a pill?

- Well, why don't -- Go on.

[ Laughter ]

- Matthew, I hate to be the one
to tell you this,

but Howie
over at the Dodge House

says that that feller
from Washington's came in.

- Oh. Well,
looks like you were right, Doc.

- I figured that's who it was.
Come on.

- I sure feel bad

that we couldn't find
Johnny Eagle Wing for you.

We went over
this entire prairie!

Why, we've looked under
every rock and --

- I told him all of that!
He knows all about it!

Come on, Matt. You're going
to bed for a couple of days.

- Matthew, don't you worry none
about that feller

from Washington,
'cause we're gonna --

- We're gonna get away from here
and leave Matt alone.

Don't you ever know
when to "shh" your mouth?

- [ Hisses ]

Like an old, leaky boiler.

- Johnny.
- Marshal.

- I guess they didn't look
in the right places, did they?

- They looked in the places
they knew.

I was with White Buffalo.

- I thought you might've been.

Johnny, they're saying'
that you killed Baines

out at the reservation.

Did you?

- No.

- Well, then,
who could've killed him?

- Mako.

- Mako? Are you sure?

- Sure.

- It's gonna be hard to prove.

- Hard to prove.

- Why'd you come back?

- [ Speaks native language ]

- Marshal Dillon?
- That's right.

- My name is Prange.

I'm with the United States
Attorney General's office.

- Mr. Prange.

- We have some matters
to discuss that, uh...

Who are you?

- I John Eagle Wing.

- My information was
that you had run away.

- Where'd you hear that?

- In Evans' communiqué
to my office.

- Truth.

I run.

- Now you're back.

- Let's get on with it,
Mr. Prange.

- Have you read my letter?

- I haven't had a chance
to read it yet.

I just got back to the office.

- It's notice of your suspension
as United States Marshal

until such time
as the murder charge against you

can be cleared up.

This man here'll be placed
under arrest

and held in the stockade
at Elmfork.

- Mr. Prange,
if you put this man in jail.

you can do the same with me.

- For very obvious reasons,

I'm prepared to allow you
your freedom, Mr. Dillon.

- Doesn't matter.
I meant what I said.

- Won't be necessary.

Your 13 years of service
speak for themselves.

Now, this man's another matter.

- It so happens this man is
the next chief of the Wichitas.

He's a man of honor.

- There'll be a hearing tomorrow

in Mr. Evans' office
at the agency.

- We'll be there.

- Tomorrow.

- Mm.

- You go back
to the reservation.

I'll ride back
with Mr. Prange later.

- Yes, Mr. Evans.

I see the friend of Marshal
Dillon now wears his badge.

- This here ain't his
badge I'm a-wearin'.

I'm a-wearin' my own.

- Maybe they make you
marshal in his place.

- You looky here,
Mr. Sassy Mouth.

There ain't nobody
gonna take Matthew's place.

And when him and Johnny Eagle
Wing gets done a-tellin'

what's happened out yonder
on the reservation,

you're gonna be a-sniggerin'

out of the other side
of your head.

- How are they going to find
John Eagle Wing to tell his lie?

He's in land of [speaks
native language] by now.

- Oh, he is, Mr. Smart Aleck?

If he is,
then his twin brother's

I seen right over yonder
at the --

at the stable
not a half-hour ago.

Come that hearin', see how far
you get at tellin' your lie

with him a-eyeballin' you
square on

and Matthew and that high-toney
muckety-muck from Washington.

We'll see about that.

- Hyah!

- I just seen
that knuckle-headed Mako.

You ain't leaving' town,
are you, Johnny?

- I go.

- Well, you done give Matthew
your word.

- Strong Bow come.

Tell me grandfather dying.

He asked for me.

Tell Dillon I will be back.

- Well, you'd ought to tell
Matthew you're fixing to le--

That ain't no way to do,
to give a feller your word

and then just pure ol' deed
back out on it!

- I've dealt with these Indians
long enough

to know that you should've
locked Eagle Wing up.

- Well, under the circumstances,
I thought it best not to.

- At Dillon's insistence?

- [ Chuckles ]

- I have to admit, he
pointed out a few truths to me.

- And you took his word for it?

- It was my decision.

Now, I want to make
one point very clear.

I'll back you 110% in this,

but I have to have
all the facts.

- You heard
what happened the other night.

- Mm-hmm.

I heard.

- Baines was shot down
in cold blood.

- Tell me, how did matters
get so far out of hand

as to allow a thing
like that to happen?

- Mr. Prange...

you know my record at Elmfork.

There isn't a smoother running
agency in the Bureau.

- You seem to have overlooked
the fact

that you've tied into
a situation here

that involved a very highly
respected federal marshal.

- One who has constantly plagued
me with his interference.

- He's always had good relations
with these Indians.

- Which has done nothing

but undermine my influence
over them.

- Tom, there's a primary rule
in politics --

No personal vendetta
unless your case is iron-clad.

- Don't you worry.

- [ Chuckles ]
I've got my own career.

I won't worry.

And I'll walk out on you like
you didn't exist if I have to.

- That's fair enough.

- You sure your evidence
will hold up?

- I am.

- Your witness
will stick to his story?

- He will.

- Well, all in all,

I'd say, uh, Mr. Dillon's
in a very awkward position.

- He said to tell you
he'd be back, Matthew.

Maybe he'll make it
in time for the trial.

- I'm not worried
about his coming back

so long as he's able
to getback.

- What do you mean by that?

- By now,
every Indian on that reservation

knows that
White Buffalo's dying

and that Eagle Wing's gonna be
out there with him when he does.

- Mako and them police.

- That's right. Long as he's out
there alone with the old man,

his life isn't worth
a plugged nickel.

- Well, what if Mr. Prange
finds out

that Eagle Wing and you's
both gone?

- Let's just hope
that he doesn't.

- Keep an eye on things,
will you?

- Yes, sir. You betcha.

- There are so many things
to speak about,

so many things.

- Tell me, Grandfather.

- Had your father
not died at Pine Meadows,

he would wear this.

His death served Wichita.

So must your life.

[ Speaking native language ]

Friend Dillon,
stay close to my grandson.

Council him.

- I will.

- Eagle Wing and his sons

must learn to live
with the white man.

- Keep up old ways?

- The time of our people
is over.

I welcome the long sleep.

- In one night,
the Wichitas lose two chiefs.

And the man
who was marshal of Dodge

is killed trying to escape.

- I order you, leave this place.

- You order no one, old man.

[ Shouts in native language ]

[ Speaking native language ]

[ Laughter ]

- [ Speaks native language ]

- [ Shouts in native language ]

- [ Screaming ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshots ]

- He dead.

[ Speaks native language ]

- Let's go.

- [ Panting ]

[ Rooster crows ]

[ Horses neighing ]

[ Chickens clucking ]

[ Horse neighing ]

[ Horse neighs ]

- Sergeant?

What's going on here?

- Agent Evans
no try and stop Mako.

- Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

You're not going anywhere.

What's happened here?

- Mako [speaks native language]

- Let him go!

- He kill White Buffalo!

He kill Mr. Baines!

- Johnny, let him go!

- Mako killed Baines?

- And he would kill Dillon
and me!

- Marshal Dillon?

- Well, his trying to kill you
ought to be proof of that.

- Listen.

I've lived with these savages
all my life.

Ever since they destroyed
the garrison at Bitter Wells --

- That was 15 years past.

- To me, it was yesterday!

And it was a massacre!

A savage, stupid,
brutal massacre

of 23 defenseless people,
my father among them.

- Does that excuse death
of White Buffalo?

Of Mr. Baines?

Of four policeman?

- I didn't kill them.

- Others hold rifles.

- You still make them die.
- What are you talking about?

- It was you made Mako sergeant
reservation police.

- This reservation
needed some authority,

someone to keep your people
in the line.

- You have succeeded,
Agent Evans.

But guilt still yours.

Not Marshal.

Not Wichita.

Not me.

Blood still on your hands.

The truth of the deaths.

- He's right, isn't he?

I'll send in my resignation
to the Bureau tomorrow.

- Evans,

you're making a mistake there.

A man who can admit
that he's wrong

is in a good position
to make things right.

- What can I do?

- Why don't you ask him?

- What is it you want?

- We stand on ground
of Kitikiti'sh,

the First People.

I, Eagle Wing, am Kitikiti'sh.

Before me was nothing.

After me come all other men.

Since there was time,
this is so.

One day, my people
of Kitikiti'sh will cease to be.

One day, they will be
nothing but a memory.

And yet, another day,

even that memory will die.

All I ask...

is dignity for my dying.

All I ask is dignity

for passing of Kitikiti'sh.

- Well, looks like this matter's

been straightened out
satisfactorily.

- I'd say it has.

- Except for that added
appropriation

for those Sharps rifles
you wanted.

- Well, I think it'll save
the Indian Bureau money

in the long run, Mr. Prange.

Be less cattle to buy

when the Indians start hunting
buffalo like they used to.

- I'll just have
to convince the men

that hold the purse strings
of that, won't I?

- Yeah, somehow I get the idea
you're just the man to do that.

- I'll try.

Captain's waiting for me
to take me to the train.

I have to go.

- Well, have a good trip.

- Tom.

I'm glad I didn't have
to take that walk.

- You're a good man.
- Thank you, Mr. Prange.

Goodbye.

Marshal...

maybe when those Sharps rifles
get here,

you'll join us
on the first buffalo hunt.

- Mr. Evans, count me in.

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