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-Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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[ Snarling ]

-I get back there without no fencin',

that old doc'll ride me clean to death.

Never have saw the lack of game in these parts like this.

I just don't understand.

Whoa!

[ Growling ]

Well, no wonder.

You is slippin' around here, scarin' everything off.

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[ Rumbling ]

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[ Growling ]

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[ Growling ]

[ Shot echoing ]

[ Rumbling ]

[ Neigh ]

[ Neighing ]

[ Coughing ]

Help!

Help!

Help me!

-Man's got hisself a problem, ain't he?

-He's trapped like a hog on a bleedin' hook!

-Surely happy he fired that shot, instead of us.

-Somebody!

-Hey, Chunk!

You think that's one of them drovers?

-If he is, we got us one less to worry about.

Ain't that right, cousins?

[ Laughter ]

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[ Grunting ]

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-That poor fella'll gonna starve to death

'fore he gets them rocks off hisself.

-Well, let's leave him enjoy his misery.

Turn the wagon, Arlie Joe.

-Gonna ride off and let that man die?

-Well, I swear, you got yourself a little girl there, Chunk.

-Get that wagon turned!

-He needs help.

-You're goin' agin all I taught ya.

-I said he needs help!

-Boy!

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-Boy's got a backbone, goin' agin you, Chunk.

-So does a snake.

You just stomp on it.

-You been doin' that 5 year now.

I ain't seen no change yet.

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-I didn't think that

nobody heared me.

-You hurt bad, mister?

-Look like my leg's busted.

I cain't tell about the rest of me.

-I'll see if I can get any of this loose.

-Careful you don't bring the rest of the mountain down on us.

-You gettin' choosy about the way you go?

-Ah!

-Oh, that's one.

[ Panting ]

I'm keenly obliged to you, boy.

-We was just passin' by.

-"We"?

-Me and them.

-Them fellers send ya over here to help me, did they?

-Not likely.

-Thanks.

Festus Haggen. I'm from Dodge City.

-I guess you're alive enough to fend for yourself now.

-I reckon. Look, boy, you done me a big favor.

I could've died right here, them rocks --

-Yep. That you could. That you could.

-Well, wait a minute. I wanna thank ya by name.

-No call being polite, mister, 'cause I ain't stayin'.

-Wait a minute, boy!

Wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

[ Laughter ]

-Now git the wagon turned.

[ Laughter ]

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-Now, if that don't tie the pup.

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[ Lowing ]

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-Womp him in the head with that rock, Sugar John.

-Feel a lot better, puttin' a bullet in his eyeball.

-No need wastin' them when we got an easy killin' like this.

[ Lowing ]

-Hurry up! Go on, Sugar John.

-Hey, wait a minute. Somebody's comin'.

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Maybe it's one of them drovers, come to claim his property.

-Shut up and let me do the talkin'.

You understand me, boy?

-Howdy, traveler.

-Howdy.

-Danged if that don't look like a marshal's badge

you're wearin'.

-That's right.

-Well, now, right privileged, Marshal.

My friends call me Chunk.

This here's Sugar John, Bodiddly, Weevil,

and the boy here on the wagon's Arlie Joe.

Just passin' pilgrims, that's us.

-Uh-huh.

That your steer?

-On boy.

Well, we was just wonderin' who the poor orphan belonged to.

Thought maybe you might know.

-Well, looks like he's wearin' a Texas brand.

Maybe he strayed from a drive, huh?

-Now don't that bend the dust.

He do got a brand on him, at that.

-Oh! -Learn ya to be more careful

about bringin' in animals don't belong to ya.

-Yeah, but I didn't -- -Shut up.

I'm really glad you came along when you did, Marshal.

Wow, we mighta done some innocent rustlin'

without even knowin' it.

-Uh-huh.

I'm lookin' for a man named Festus Haggen.

He's supposed to be out this way on a huntin' trip.

Thought you mighta seen him.

He's kind of medium build.

got a face full of whiskers, average height.

-Medium height, whiskers.

Nope. Sugar John?

-I ain't never seen nobody looked like that.

Weevil?

-Recollect seein' a couple of Injuns, but that's all.

-Bodiddly?

-I've been with the rest of ya, ain't I?

-How about you, son?

-Anything you want to add to what's been said, Arlie Joe?

-No, nothin'.

-I tell ya, Marshal, we run into your friend,

we'll do for him whatever's needed.

A sweet angel over us wants us

to help our neighbors where we can.

-As long as nobody's claimin' that steer,

maybe we'll just turn him loose, huh?

-Oh, we'll send that little fella stompin',

soon as you leave, Marshal.

-Well, there's no need for that,

as long as you're leavin', anyway.

-Oh, whatever you say, Marshal. [chuckle]

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-Well, you done all the talkin' and we still lost us a steer.

-Hush your mouth.

That Marshal got more important business than pesterin' us.

We'll give him a couple of minutes,

then we'll see what else the sweet angel

done made available for us.

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[ Calling, whistling ]

[ Whistling continues ]

[ Calling, whistling ]

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[ Laughter ]

-All right, get this.

Them hidecutters been rimwalkin' the herd

for a week, now, just waitin' for their chance.

[ Lowing nearby ]

From now on, I want double guard on nighthawk.

-What do we do if we catch one of 'em?

-You bring 'im to me.

I got plans for 'im.

-Mr. McKee.

Somebody comin' in.

-Evenin'.

-Well, well.

-Name's Matt Dillon. U.S. Marshal from Dodge City.

-Amos McKee, trail boss.

-I saw your herd from the rim.

Looks like a big one.

-Takin' 20 of us to handle it.

-I'm lookin' for a friend of mine, name of Festus Haggen.

He's a few days overdue from a hunting trip.

-Adds up.

-What do you mean?

-One of my flank riders lookin' for strays,

couple days ago, he found your friend.

-Thanks.

Festus?

-Matthew!

How'd you get here?

-It's good to see ya.

-It's good to see you, too.

-Never mind how I got here.

The fact is I made it all right. What happened to ya?

-Well, I got tangled up in an avalanche

comin' down from Bear Meaders.

-Looks like you lucked out pretty good, considering.

How's the leg, pretty bad?

-Well, it feels like it's busted,

but I tell you this: it coulda been a heap sight worse,

if that boy hadn't have come along.

-What boy is that?

-He dug me out from under them rocks

and, if he hadn't, I coulda been there still yet,

dead, most likely.

He is with the raunchiest- lookin' buncha fellers

that you've ever saw.

-Yeah, I know who they are.

I ran into them back up the trail a ways.

They're a pretty mean-lookin' bunch.

-Matthew, I think they're follerin' this herd,

'cause that's all them cowpunchers

has been a-talkin' about since I been with 'em.

I think there's gonna be some trouble.

-McKee, I sure appreciate you takin' care of him.

-Like beef on the hoof, Marshal:

we guarantee live delivery.

-What's this I hear about ya havin' some trouble

with these hidecutters?

-You're welcome to bed down for the night, Marshal.

The hidecutters, we'll tend to, once we lay hands on 'em.

-McKee.

This is my territory.

If there's any tendin' to do, I'll do it.

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-Good stampede at night oughta get, oh, maybe 100 or more.

-Stampedin' tears up hides, boy.

When you've been with us a bit longer,

you'll learn you don't get top dollar for bruised hides.

[Lowing] -[Calling]

-Go, go, go.

-Maybe we can poison the waterhole up ahead.

-Nah, we used the last of the poison

takin' them hides we buried over at Salt Flats.

[ Whistling ]

-Let's have vittles, think on it awhile.

[ Lowing ]

-What do you think you're doin', boy?!

-You said we was gonna make camp.

-Sugar John, kick that fire out.

And, while you're at it, give Arlie Joe a kick,

to fetch him some smarts.

-Oh! -[Giggling]

-Fire sends up smoke, boy.

This close to the herd, why, we'd be invitin' them drovers

to come join us.

-Hey, looka there.

Arlie Joe's gettin' smart already.

He's learned to rub where it hurts.

[ Laughter ]

-Weevil, pass that jug. Come on, come on.

[ Lowing continues ]

-Oh.

Man'd be a sorry soul

without some barley wet to settle the dust.

You know something, Arlie Joe?

I'm beginnin' to think you're a plum sorry investment.

-Don't particularly care what you think.

-I hear your folks up and died back in Carolina,

and I kindly offer ya the charity of my own home.

-Home?!

Is that what you call that stinkin' wagon?

-Why, why some would think it sweetly to have a place

sleepin' off the ground. -Take it easy, Chunk.

He ain't learned gratitude, yet, that's all.

-Well, I go adopt him for my own,

I give that preacher a dollar and a whole jug

to make it legal,

and that boy don't even say thankee?

-Mighty nice ceremony that preacher give, too, I recollect.

Made me almost tearful sorry I don't have no kids myself.

-Want him?

-Well, I ain't that tearful sorry.

[ Laughter ]

-What you lookin' at, boy?

-Nothin'.

I ain't lookin' at nothin'.

-Stand respectful when you talks to your elders.

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-That's better.

Now,

where's that dried piece of brisket

you been hoggin' for yourself?

-It's gone. -Gone?

You mean hidden, don't you?

-I ain't got it no more.

-Well, you won't mind I go lookin' for it.

-Ow! -[Giggling]

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-Arlie Joe,

someday, you're gonna learn what the sweet angel teaches

about sharin' with your kindly, lovin' kin.

[ Laughter ]

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[ Calling ]

[ Whistling ]

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[ Calling ]

[ Whistle ]

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-Matthew, long ways to Dodge, ain't it?

-Oh, it'll be about a week, at this rate, Festus.

-Matthew, I feel plum bad

about havin' you eat all this dust on my account.

-Well, don't feel bad about that.

It isn't only you. I wanna be sure that we keep McKee

and these hidecutters from goin' at each other.

-How could they do that?

There's just four of them fellers

and that ragtail young'un up against 20 cowpunchers.

-Well, both sides are carryin' rifles.

That's all it takes for a shootout.

[Lowing] -[Calling, whistling]

[ Calling, whistling, continue ]

-How's your friend?

-He's getting his innards jarred to death;

that's how he is.

-Glad you're enjoyin' the hospitality.

-What can we do for you, McKee?

-I'm short a man on drag,

seein' as I'm donatin' room and board for him.

-Glad to help you out, if it'll keep things even.

-It's the only way to keep it even.

-Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Whoa.

Waterhole's got dead strays hangin' around it.

-Could be bad water, poison. -Poison?

-Well, somethin' killed 'em.

I didn't stick around to find out.

The herd get a smell of that water,

we won't be able to stop 'em.

-Head 'em east.

-Turn 'em east!

Bad water ahead! Turn them east! Hyah!

-All right, Marshal, drag is that way.

Let's see what kind of drover a badge-pusher makes.

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[ Calling ]

Come on. Go on.

[ Lowing ]

-Turn 'em east.

[ Whistling ]

Turn 'em east. There's bad water ahead.

Turn 'em east. Hyah!

Bad water. Turn 'em east.

Turn 'em east. -Turn 'em east! Hyah!

[ Whistling ]

Hyah! Hyah!

[ Calling, whistling ]

[ Lowing ]

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[ Lowing ]

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-Ee. Look at all them bloat bellies.

[ Lowing ]

-Poison waterhole?

-I seen cattle in Mexico swole like that.

They died of the slobberin' droops.

-What's the slobberin' droops?

-I don't know, for certain,

but it treats cows like they was poleaxed proper.

Now we know why that herd

changed directions so sudden fast.

-Hey, maybe we can find a few more of 'em

hooked up around here, if we look real careful.

-I ain't thinkin' on strays no more.

[ Lowing ]

Go fetch that calf, Sugar John.

-Right.

What for?

-He's gonna catch us a whole herd.

-You funnin' us? -I don't fun on business.

We're gonna stake that calf off in the wild,

then we're gonna sneak him into the herd,

so's he can pass it around.

[ Giggling ]

-Makes a man proud to know him, don't it?

-Well, brains is power.

-Ain't there some other way, 'sides that calf, Chunk?

-Yeah.

Maybe, if you was to ask those drovers real polite like,

they might turn their backs

while we skin out 100 or so head.

-[ Laughter ]

-We'll move on a ways and make camp.

Sugar John!

You tie off that calf off somewheres.

-Right.

-Bodiddly.

You and Weevil, skin out them there carcasses.

-But, Chunk!

The stink of it. It's --

-You all of a sudden persnickety?

-Well, let Arlie Joe do it.

-Arlie Joe's gonna set up camp and hunt us up some water.

We'll see ya directly.

-Well, get it movin', boy.

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-Don't get it too full, now, Matthew.

It'll be sloppin' all over.

-We can't carry it in our pockets,

you know, Festus. -Well.

-Bypassin' that waterhole, like we did,

We're gonna need all this water, and then some.

-Yah! Yah!

-Whoa, whoa.

-Well, hello, Arlie Joe.

-Water's free, ain't it?

-Arlie Joe!

Matthew, that there's the boy that saved my hide.

-That's the one, huh? -It is, right there.

-I asked about the water.

-Help yourself.

-Arlie Joe, I seen that big feller

thumpin' you around over yonder

and I know he was a-doin' it on my account.

-Larson! -Hazlett!

-You plannin' to homestead this spot?

Get that wagon back to the herd. -On my way.

-Arlie Joe, if you was to ever get into Dodge, now, be sure --

Wait a minute!

Can't you see I'm talkin' to this boy?

Hold on! Wait a minute!

-It's been a spell, waitin' to get my hands on one of you.

Stand up, kid.

-Leave him alone, McKee.

He's the boy that saved Festus from that rockslide.

-He's one of them hidecutters!

-I ain't no hidecutter!

-Where's the rest of your bunch?

-I said leave him alone, McKee.

-I don't need nobody speakin' for me.

-A hidecutter kid.

I've seen 'em 8 years old,

could skin out a steer 'fore it stopped quiverin'.

Scum, all of 'em.

-That fancy gun and them leather britches

don't make me scared of you, drover.

-Let's see what does.

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-Well, that says it, Marshal.

-You pushed it.

-I know for sure where you stand.

-I stand right in the middle, McKee.

-Ain't nothin' more I'd like to do than to mix with you,

but I got a herd to tend to.

When we get back to Dodge, you and me's gonna finish this.

-It's up to you.

[ Suspenseful music intensifies ]

You know, he was wrong, Arlie Joe,

but so were you, dead wrong. -I didn't need no help from you!

-You draw a knife on a man, you can't expect him to like it.

Now, put that thing away.

-I got rights to defend myself.

-You can't carve a man up for callin' ya names.

-Those drovers ain't no better than hidecutters, anyway.

What they can't scare, they kick.

-That's a pretty big chip you're carryin' around.

-Callin' me scum.

There's ways of gettin' even, don't you fret about that.

-Arlie Joe, I'm gonna tell you somethin':

I'd like to have you for a friend,

but, if you start causin' any trouble,

I'm gonna have to come after ya.

I wouldn't wanna have to do that.

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[ Crickets chirp ]

[ Snoring nearby ]

[ Hoof stomps ]

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[ Snoring ]

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-Sugar John.

-Weevil.

-Bodiddly! -Huh?

-Quick way to get a buryin'.

-I believe you, neighbor.

I believe you.

-No, what are you doing?

You can't do this to us.

-I take it you're in charge.

-We're peaceful folk.

Ain't no call, wavin' arms at us like this.

-You've been followin' my herd.

I got a keen interest to know why.

-Herd?

We don't know nothin' about no herd.

It'd mean nothin' to us, if we did.

-Truth to say, cows spook me somethin' fierce.

-Yeah, amen.

-We live off the leavin's of the land, we do,

takin' only what the sweet angel sees fit.

Why, ain't that truthful right, fellas?

-It's a poor, but honest, life.

-Fact is, we're turnin' off for the mountains here,

first thing, come mornin'.

Heard tell there's right good trappin' up there.

-Then you'll be movin' east.

-Gospel truth.

Ooh, soon as we get right rested.

Just passin' pilgrims, that's us, pure, sweet-natured.

-You ain't soakin' up that oil are ya, Mr. McKee?

-Not today.

You, kid.

Pick up them rifles. Empty the shells into this.

-Yes, sir, mister drover boss.

-Luke, check the wagon for more ammunition.

[ Ratcheting ]

-Boy's been an anchor weight on my virtuous shoulders

since the day I adopted him.

-Adopted?

Then he ain't one of yours, after all?

-That's right, I ain't one of theirs.

-Puts our lives poorly in fear, you go takin' our shootin' lead.

-[chuckle] A fat handful of peace and quiet.

-We catch anybody rimwalkin' the herd again,

I promise you'll get all the lead you can use.

-It grieves me,

to think there ain't no trust left in the world.

-Mister, I'm gonna show you how much trust I got.

Get your boots off.

You boys give him a hand.

-Move.

-Now, what are you about to do?

-Yeah, we ain't been messin' with your herd.

-I'm gonna make sure you never do.

Bill, pick up the horses.

-What are you gonna do to us?

-Get the rags off your feet!

David, break up their fire, spread them coals out some.

On your feet.

-You hold on, now.

-I'm gonna make sure you don't follow no herd

for some time to come.

-Chunk?

-You're first.

-If he needs urgin', you give him a hand.

-No need.

No need, brother.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Over here.

By the time you're up to it,

I figure I oughta have my herd into Dodge.

-And then some, friend. And then some.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Chunk, no!

-You hush.

You gotta learn, when you take up a trade,

gotta take the risks with it.

[ Music climbs ]

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-All right, hold on!

-Figured you to be sleepin', Marshal.

-What's goin' on here, McKee?

-We just dropped by for a friendly talk.

Isn't that right, boys?

-Friendly talk? He was gonna make us --

-Ain't manly to interrupt

when there's others talkin', Bodiddly.

-Arlie Joe, what happened here?

-Now, Marshal, if'n I could say somethin' --

-Shut up.

Arlie Joe?

-We was asked to leave.

Don't break my heart none. They go their way, we go our'n.

-Sweet angel lightin' a path. -Mm.

-McKee, until you can prove otherwise,

these men got a right to ride any trail they want to,

same as you have.

Now, get your men and ride outta here.

-Let's go, boys.

[ Snickering ]

If you've got any sense, you'll stay as far away

from those men and their herd as you can.

Next time, you might not be so lucky.

-Pure, deep, peace-lovin' folk, that's us, Marshal.

Hey, cousin, let's make tracks for the tall country.

-Arlie Joe.

You know, if you wanna get away from your friends, here,

now's the time to say so.

-Why?

-Well, I figure I owe you somethin'

for helping Festus the way you did.

-I don't need no help from you.

[ Melancholy tune plays ]

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-Hey, ya done good, boy, real good.

First time I seen ya appreciate

the lovin' concern of your legal kin.

But it plum hurts my feelings,

the way you and that marshal seem to get along.

Oh, that's just so you don't forget whose side you're on.

[ Giggling ]

-Hyah! [whistling]

[ Lowing ]

-Come on.

[ Calling, whistling, continue ]

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-We'll be in Dodge in a few days.

You will be available.

-Anytime, McKee.

-I don't think we're gonna have any more trouble

with them hidecutters. -Well, if we do,

I'll be real interested to know who starts it.

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[Lowing] -[Calling, whistling]

-Time to have this here calf spread them slobberin' droops

to that herd. -[Lowing]

Get it movin', Sugar John.

[ Lowing ]

Arlie Joe,

since you and that marshal seems to get along so sweetly nice,

I'm gonna let you go visit him.

-What?

-Now, they're not gonna shoot a tadboy

just for bein' kind enough to bring in a poor stray.

-You're gonna kill off that whole herd!

-[chuckle] Sweet angel gonna fill our baskets to the brim.

-I ain't gonna do it!

-[chuckle] Oh, it's plain you got a powerful influence

on that boy, Chunk.

-Hush up.

You got a short memory, Arlie Joe.

Remember, back in Missouri, when you got unrespectful

and I had to lock you in that cage?

-I'll be mindin'.

-What did I put in that cage with you, boy?

-All right.

All right, I'll do what you tell me.

-Oh, I get riled,

I'm liable to womp up a new cage, real sudden like.

Now, get that calf down to the herd.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Lowing ]

[ Lowing ]

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-Hyah!

[ Melancholy tune plays ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-How you going to sure Arlie Joe don't turn that calf loose?

-Always like to plan for emergencies.

[ Ominous music plays ]

He don't do like he's told, we're gonna have us a shootin'.

Then, we're gonna tell that marshal how tearful sad we is

because them lowdown drovers kilt our precious boy.

[laughs] Let's keep an eye on him.

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[ Lowing ]

[ Whistle ]

-I swear, Matthew, the onliest beef

I want to look at from now on is gonna be on a platter.

-[chuckle] I know what you mean.

-I reckon you'll be plum tickled to get home yourself, won'tcha?

-Yeah, that's the truth, Festus.

You know, I been thinkin' about that boy, that Arlie Joe.

I wonder what's ever gonna become of him.

-Well, chances are, he'll turn out to be

just like the rest of 'em: mean, no account.

And it's a shame too, Matthew,

'cause that boy's got a lot of spunk,

if we could just get him away from them others.

-I know. I offered him a chance to get out,

but he turned me down cold.

Well, I better look around for some more strays.

I'll see ya later. -See ya directly.

[ Sinister music plays ]

-Ain't that the prettiest bunch of hides you ever seen?

[ Calling, whistling ]

[ Lowing ]

-Sweet angel done kissed our favored brow. [chuckle]

-Don't see no sign of Arlie Joe.

[ Lowing ]

[ Whistling ]

-There he is.

Come on, let's stay with him.

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[Calling, whistling] -[Lowing]

[ Calling, whistling ]

There he is, still headin' straight for the herd.

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-He'll never get that calf into the herd.

-Wouldn't be too sure on that.

Let's get closer.

-How ya doin' there, Arlie Joe?

-Well, you're lookin' for strays, ain't ya?

-That one belong to the herd?

-Don't know who else he'd belong to.

-Well, the way these drovers feel,

you're takin' quite a chance, comin' out here.

They might shoot ya.

-Are you fixin' to do that?

-Now, why would I wanna do that? You know, Arlie Joe,

you got kind of a funny notion about people.

[ Lowing ]

Tell me somethin':

was it your friends sent you out here with this calf?

-They ain't my friends!

-Well, you're right about that.

If ya know it, why do you stay with them?

-I don't see as I got much choice.

-Well, that's not exactly true.

You're almost grown.

Man of your size can go into Dodge,

get a full-time job, and be beholden to nobody.

You might even get lucky

and find a family you could live with.

-I'm 16. I don't need nobody lookin' after me.

-Well, then, I feel sorry for you.

You're pretty unlucky.

You know, when I was your age,

I had a family lookin' out after me,

took me out huntin' with them, helped me with my schoolin'.

-Well, there ain't nobody gonna wanna take me in, anyway.

-I don't know about that.

I'll tell ya somethin', Arlie Joe.

There's a good streak in you, somewhere,

hidden underneath all that dirt.

I'd like to see it have a chance to come out.

-You ain't just talkin'?

-No, sir, I'm not just talkin'.

[ Tranquil tune plays ]

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[ Lowing ]

[ Lowing ]

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[ Lowing ]

-Can I borrow your gun, Marshal?

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[ Shot echoing ]

Calf had somethin' Chunk called the droops.

Would've spread it through the whole herd.

It's no excuse, I know, but,

Chunk said he'd lock me up in that cage again

if'n I didn't mind him.

-Put you in a cage?!

-With rats.

Used to crawl around all over me.

-Marshal!

Just seen what Arlie Joe done, shootin' up that calf.

I couldn't help it.

He run away on me.

You just fetch him up here to me and I'll teach him.

-How you gonna teach him, with rats?

-Kill 'im.

Kill 'em both.

-Down, boy.

[ Bullet ricochets ]

[ Ricochet ]

-He never could hit a barn.

[ Shots echoing ]

-You keep 'em busy.

I'll go around and get 'em from behind.

[ Shots echoing ]

[ Ricochet ]

-Oh, Chunk!

-Boy, they sure got Weevil. -Well, keep shootin', boy,

and they won't get you.

[ Ricochet ]

[ Gunfire continues ]

[ Ricochet ]

[ Gunfire continues ]

[ Gunfire continues ]

[ Ricochet ]

[ Shot echoing ]

[ Suspenseful music climbs ]

[ Dirge plays ]

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-Get caught in the middle again, Marshal?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

Makes the end of the drive worthwhile, don't it, Marshal?

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-McKee, this better be the last fight

that you or any of your boys have in Dodge,

or you'll wind up in jail. You got it?

-Got it.

Marshal.

You still make a lousy drover.

-You know, you oughta join

one of them travelin' actin' companies. Look at ya.

-At what? -The way you're walkin'.

-What's the matter with the way I'm walkin'?

-Well, you're walkin' like a peg-legged sailor

pacing the deck of a foremastered schooner,

[laughing] rounding the horn in a gale.

-Why, you old scutter, you just got done

takin' that splint off my leg, that I've had there for 4 weeks.

What do you expect me to do, a clog dance?

-Told ya 3 weeks ago, you didn't even need the splint.

-Well, I had to stove up for a near-busted leg.

-Wrenched knee. Just had a wrenched knee.

-Well, you charged me for a stove-up near-busted leg.

-Charged ya?!

-Just like you was a-fixin' to retire tomorrah.

-Charged ya?!

-And you call yourself a friend.

If you ain't a-raggin' a body,

you're a-gougin' 'im like he was one of them rich ray jaws.

-A rich what? What was that? A rich what?

-And the thing that frets me is

you ain't gonna be able to spend allyour money.

-Oh, hush up. -If ya try takin' it with you,

your buryin' box is gonna be -Just hush up.

-So blamed heavy, I'll get a sprained backbone a-tryin'.

-Just hush! -But you go on readin'

them little old books, so that you can flick-flick

some of that herb medicine on sick folks

and then start gougin' them again.

You done got enough money to burn a wet elephant with.

-I'm gonna tell you somethin'. -You just --

-You just -- Oh, howdy, Arlie Joe.

-Hi, Festus, Dr. Adams. -Hi, Arlie Joe.

-How's everything out at the farm?

-Oh, fine, Festus. Oh, by the way,

that tonic you gave Mrs. Fry is workin' out just fine.

She's perkin' around spryer than springtime.

-Well, good. I'm glad to hear that.

-You workin' hard, are ya?

-Yeah, but I'm enjoyin' it.

-I always say when a feller

can get enjoyment out of the work he's doin',

it's the most envioussome thing there is.

-Yeah, well, how would you know about that?

-'Course, there's things that's more important in life

than money is. Of course, there's some old quack-quacks

that wouldn't know that.

-Well, I better head on outta here

before this gets any farther.

Oh, hiya, Marshal.

-Arlie Joe.

-What was that about the quack-quack again? Just --

-Do you want it writ down for ya?

-You can't write! -Smart aleck.

Matthew, what would you say about a old skinflint

that'd charge a feller three prices for doctorin' him

and then turn right around and say

there was nothin' wrong with him, in the first place?

What would you say about that?

-Well, I'll tell ya what I'd say. I'd say

that the best thing for me to do is keep my mouth shut.

-I wish. I wish you could write.

That's what I wish. -I'll tell ya this:

there'd oughta be a law -And you'd write what you said.

against a old money-grubbin' skinflint.

-I tell you, I'd sue you.

That'd be ridiculous.

[ Arguing continues ]

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

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