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-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."