Original subtitles

-Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

-Ho.

-Morning, Mr. Copperton.

Hot day for walkin', ain't it?

-Fool horse broke his leg in a chuckhole.

Drop me at my place. -I'd like to, Mr. Copperton,

but I can't do it.

Passenger's got to be in Sioux Creek

in time to catch the Butterfield.

Four-hour trip will turn into a three-day layover

if she misses connection to Dodge.

Can't do it.

Just have to drop you off at the junction then.

Hyah!

Hey!

-If I miss my connection,

I'll have to spend three nights in the Sioux Creek Hotel.

♪♪

-Here it comes.

A 10-year stretch would put me away for life.

-Figurin' on gettin' caught, are you?

-Not likely.

My share of what's in that strongbox'll carry me

till I'm buried.

Ain't gonna be no witnesses this time to put a finger on me.

-You didn't say nothin' about killing.

-I just said it. -Look, Simpson.

I don't wanna get mixed up in...

-Every last one.

♪♪

♪♪

-Whoa!

Whoa!

-Simpson, I didn't figure on no woman.

-Get 'em out.

Throw down that strongbox.

Where is it?

Cattle broker money.

-Less than $100.

You killed him for less than $100.

-You a cattle buyer, fancy britches?

-No, I'm not a cattle buyer.

-You will empty your pockets.

-Simpson, look at this!

♪♪

-Oh!

-[ Gasping ]

[ Grunts ]

♪♪

-Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

♪♪

-Oh. Well, my back's near busted.

-You find anything, ma?

-Ah, a few chips now and then.

Enough for some vittles.

-Ma, could we maybe get a jug this time?

Could we, huh, ma? -Bless you.

If you ain't just like your pa.

[ Both laugh ]

-Water. Water.

I hit water. I sprayed it all over me.

-Poor babe. Catch my death.

-Oh. It'll dry in a minute or two.

[ Horses approaching ]

-Ma, Logan, looky yonder.

-Whoa.

Would you mind gettin' that wagon outta the way?

I've got a wounded man inside.

-Looky there. [ Chuckles ]

A woman drivin' a stagecoach.

-Will you help me? Please.

-We'll do what we can, Miss. A wounded man, you say?

-It was a hold-up.

-Elan, see what's to be did. -Yeah, ma.

-Well, ain't that a look so sad.

He's wounded for fair, ma.

It's Blaine Copperton. -Blaine Copperton?

Who'd you say it is?

-Come and look for yourself. -Two men.

They killed the driver.

I gotta get him to a doctor.

He's dyin'.

-Ain't every day you hear that kind of news.

-What? -We could've been off

fishin' someplace and missed all this.

[ Laughs ]

-What kind of people are you?

-Squatters, accordin' to the Coppertons.

-Over yonder is a mine they stopped workin'

a long time back.

Ever since we come in, they wanted it back.

Took a circuit judge to make 'em leave us alone.

-Well, he looks near done for to me.

-Come on, boys. Let's get back to work.

-Get that wagon outta the way!

-Oh, we'd be hard-pressed to help a Copperton, Miss.

♪♪

-Hyah!

-[ Groaning ]

[ Horses neighing ]

-Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

-Well, he'll be long dead before she gets to that ranch.

-Remind me to send Mrs. Copperton

and that young'un our sorries.

[ Laughter ]

-Oh, Mommy, isn't it the most beautiful music box

you ever saw?

Thank you. I love it. I just love it.

And I'll remember what you said.

I won't wind it too much. Honest, I won't, Daddy.

Oh, it's the best birthday present I ever had.

We have good times, don't we?

♪♪

-Whoa.

Where's the Copperton ranch?

Little girl, I've got a wounded man inside,

and he needs help fast.

-Is he dead?

-He will be if I don't get him some help.

-That'll make grandmother awful sad.

-You know him?

-He's my father.

♪♪

♪♪

-I don't want any excuses from them,

Webb, just the job done correctly.

-Yes, Mrs. Copperton.

[ Horses approaching ]

-Inside, Blaine Copperton. He's hurt badly.

There was a hold-up. -A hold-up?

-He was shot.

-Let me through. Blaine?

Shot? Some of you men get saddled.

Where did it happen?

-There's no need for that. He killed 'em both.

-Well, don't just stand there.

Get -- child, get out of the way.

Get him out.

Keep his head up there.

-Webb, get things ready.

Tracy, will you please stay out of the way?

Get things ready. If there's a bullet in him,

we're gonna get it out. You, come with me.

I said, "Come with me." I may need you.

♪♪

-The knife and the probe in that basin,

pour some whiskey on 'em.

What's your name?

-Kitty Russell.

-You didn't handle that fool hitch like any kitty.

-That so?

-I'm Jessie Copperton.

Where are you from?

-Dodge City.

-Pretty fancy clothes. What do you do for a livin'?

-I run a saloon.

-Well, then blood won't make you skittish.

Hand me that knife.

-[ Winces, gasping ]

-Well, he was lucky.

Whoever it was was a bad shot.

-That a fact?

-Dug enough lead and Indian arrows outta his father and him.

He'll be all right.

♪♪

-Mrs. Copperton?

-He'll be fine in a few days.

-Well, that's good news to hear.

-You tell Cookie to rustle up some broth and make it strong.

When Blaine comes around, we'll start him on it.

-Yes, ma'am. -Come with me, Kitty.

-Well, I...

-Kitty, dry whiskey, bourbon whiskey, or brandy?

-Right now I'd just sooner have somethin' to eat.

-Eat?

-Yeah, what's wrong with that? It's been 8 hours.

-The way you handled that four up, I shouldn't be surprised.

-Surprised about what?

-Noticed you aren't wearin' a wedding ring.

-I've thought more about that than you have.

-You got a man?

-It's none of your business.

-Well, I sure wish Blaine had met you before he got married.

-What?

-He's the first Copperton who ever took to a hothouse flower.

-What are you talkin' about?

-I'm gonna have Cookie make you

the biggest and best steak you ever ate,

and I bet you like it burned to a crisp.

-As a matter of fact, I do.

-You know, I'm beginnin' to like you.

-It really is a lovely room.

-Well, it's better than Sioux Creek Hotel at any rate.

And I'll get word to your friends in Dodge tomorrow.

-I really would appreciate that.

-Speaking of rooms, it certainly fits you

a lot better than it did her.

-Oh, Mrs. Copperton, I really should...

-The first time I ever laid eyes on that girl,

I knew she was wrong for Blaine.

She just wasn't rigged for this life.

-I'm just sorry I mentioned her to Tracey.

-No way for you to know.

Hard truth is she's better off dead.

Blaine'll come to that with...

We have company for dinner, child.

-Miss Russell.

-You look very pretty tonight.

-Thank you. You look nice, too.

-Thank you.

We've been lookin' all over for you.

We wanted to tell you that your...

-Yes, I know. I heard grandmother tell Webb.

-Cookie, we're ready.

Hope you still have that appetite, Kitty.

-I'm really quite hungry.

-It's been waitin' nearly half an hour.

-Well, it took us time to freshen up.

-Blaine's soup's ready anytime now.

-Good. He ought to be comin' around soon.

This is Kitty Russell.

Eldon Phepps, Kitty.

Just call him Cookie.

-[ Chuckles ] Cookie.

-You're about to wrap yourself around some of the tastiest food

in Kansas.

-It does look good.

-That man makes the best bread that was ever eaten.

You know, he's been with us Coppertons

since the cattle days in Texas.

-Tracey?

-No, thank you.

-Mrs. Copperton.

-You know, Blaine's father would've liked you.

He would have liked you.

He used to say I was the only woman

that fit in the house as well as outdoors.

But he woulda liked you, and you woulda liked him.

I've got to tell you, Kitty,

it's nice havin' another woman, having you here.

-Would you excuse me, please?

-What?

-I don't care for any more supper, grandmother.

-Well, you know the rules.

-Yes, ma'am.

-Nothing more until breakfast.

-Yes, grandmother. Miss Russell.

-Oh, that child.

She eats like a bird.

I never could understand it.

Us Coppertons have always had huge appetites.

-Well, um, after all that's happened today,

I think it's understandable.

-No difference today from any other day.

Just like her mother. How's your steak?

Is it cooked enough? -It's fine.

Just fine. -Hand me the pepper, please.

Oh, you're gonna enjoy this wine.

♪♪

-[ Sighs ]

[ Knocks on door ]

-Yes?

-I thought maybe you'd like to have this.

-No, grandmother wouldn't allow it.

-You know what?

I'll bet your grandmother wouldn't mind.

Just this one time.

-Thank you, Miss Russell.

-[ Clicks tongue ]

♪♪

♪♪

-Ah!

[ Groans ]

-'Bout time you woke up.

-[ Groans ]

Uh...How long, uh...?

-Well, about 12 hours. It's past midnight.

-Sorry.

Seems there was a woman. -Mm-hmm.

Red-headed woman.

She brought you in on a stage.

-She drove it? [ Chuckles ]

-Yeah, you found yourself quite a woman.

Or she found you, one.

-Last thing I remember is looking at Dagget's ugly face.

-Dagget? -Blocked the road

and wouldn't let us pass.

-You near bleedin' to death?

-Oh, I don't figure they care very much about that.

[ Sighs ]

-Get outta here!

♪♪

-The last time I've been crossed by the Daggets.

-You've got no right! No right!

-My son coulda died on account of you.

-By your own words, he's all right.

Just a sight of bleedin', that's all!

-You better give those whelps of yours a hand

before that shack goes up.

-You'll pay. I swear you'll pay!

-You clear out of this valley.

One of you come back here, I'll see you're buried here.

-You high and mighty Coppertons!

-Elan! Elan, baby!

-My leg, Mama!

-Stop the bleedin' in his leg.

-That's the last warning you're gonna get!

Let's go.

-[ Groaning ] My leg! My leg!

[ Groaning ]

-She'll pay.

I take a oath, she'll pay.

If I get buried for it, she'll pay.

-Well, good morning.

-Good morning, Miss Russell. -How'd you sleep?

-Fine, thank you.

-Somethin' sure smells good.

-It's bacon.

-I'm starving. How 'bout you?

-Well, good morning.

-Good morning, grandmother.

-Tracey, where did you get --

That bed comfortable enough for you, Kitty?

-Everything was just fine.

-I'm glad to see that you're an early riser like we are.

Cookie has breakfast ready at 7:30 sharp.

-Morning's the best time of the day.

By the way, did, uh,

did I hear riders beneath my window last night?

-My dear, when my head hit that pillow,

I was dead to the world.

You two go on into breakfast.

I'll join you just soon as I look in on Blaine.

-Morning, Cookie.

-Good morning. It's on. It's hot.

-Looks good.

Tell you what, you serve the bacon,

and I'll serve the eggs. All right?

-I'm not too hungry. -Good.

All the more for me.

-I heard the horses last night, too.

-You did?

Well, I guess running a place this big,

there must be somethin' goin' on all the time.

-Yes, all the time.

Father often goes riding at night.

-He does?

You ever go with him?

-He always goes alone.

Anyway, I don't know how.

-Well, I bet you could learn.

-I'd like to, but...

Will you be staying long?

-Well, I have to catch the stage

out of Sioux Creek on Friday. -Oh.

-Well, that still gives us 2 whole days.

-Yes.

-Tell you what,

after we're through eating, why don't you

and I go for a nice, long walk?

-Could we?

-Well, I don't see why not.

Maybe Cookie'd even pack a lunch for us.

-Oh, I would like that.

-We'll do it.

-Maybe grandmother will want you to do something with her.

-Maybe she will.

But you and I are still gonna go for that walk.

-Well, he's a long way from where he was last night.

Mm, that looks like somethin' to eat.

He wants to see you.

When I told him how you handled that stage,

he could hardly believe it.

-Would you excuse me, please?

-That child.

I swear, like a bird.

I don't know what keeps that child goin'.

-Neither do I.

-I just never have saw nothin' like it.

There just ain't nothin' to do.

I can't get no game outta Matthew.

He's too busy.

Doc, he's still in Spivey.

You, you're...

I'll tell you what I'll do, Louie.

I'll learn you how to play.

-No thank you, Festus.

-No?!

Well, I haven't never heard of nobody that hangs around stables

and the back of the barbershop

that didn't already know how to play.

-I didn't say I didn't know how to play, Festus.

I said I didn't like to play.

-Don't like to...

Well, that just ain't natural.

Now, I'll tell you, checkers is -- is...

I just ain't never know...

-I'll play you some chess.

-Chess?

-I'll teach you if you don't know.

-What? Well, you -- you think that I don't know chess.

Well, that's one of them high-tone-y games, chess.

-High-tone-y, is it?

-Why, if old Doc was to ever catch me a-playin' somethin'

like that, why he'd rag me clean from here to Colorado and back.

I ain't gonna play it.

-High-tone-y.

I never figured myself for high-tone-y,

but maybe, maybe you got a point.

Yes, sir, maybe you have.

-He's the stage from Sioux Creek.

-Why do you know that?

-Because it's the one that's due in, ninny.

Come on.

-Oh.

-Well, here we are.

Watch your step, now.

-Driver?

-Yeah? -No other passengers?

-That's all there was.

-We expectin' to meet a friend of ours.

-Well, I can't help ya.

-Well, she musta missed that connection in Sioux Creek,

Matthew.

-Your friend comin' from Hayes?

-That's right. -Uh-oh.

Hayes stage was held up.

Driver was killed.

So was the two that tried it.

-What about the other passengers?

-Accordin' to the manifest, just one.

You friend, huh?

Well, anyway the passenger and the stage are both missin'.

-Miss Kitty.

-Oh, my goodness.

Where do you suppose she's at?

♪♪

-Well, from what I've seen around here, I'm not surprised.

-Surprised?

-Did it ever occur to you to ask for Tracey?

-Now, what's my daughter got to do with this?

-Everything. -Now, hold on.

I --I ask you here to thank you for what you did.

-Well, now that you've thanked me, if that's all,

I think I'll go for a walk.

-As, uh, as a matter fact, that's not all.

Now, as grateful as I am for what you did,

I'd be just as grateful

if you just stay out of my personal affairs.

-Mister,

I'm right in the middle of your personal affairs.

Circumstances and your mother put me there.

-My mother?

-I've heard the whole story.

From the day you brought your bride here from Baton Rouge

to the day you buried her two years ago.

-Now, you've got no right to say that.

-Well, it's true, isn't it? She is dead.

-How -- how dare you?

-I dare because of Tracey.

She's just tryin' to live up to what life is dishin' out to her,

and aside from that, she's being treated like an unwanted guest

right here in her own home.

Jessie doesn't have time to be a grandmother.

She's too busy runnin' this house and everything else.

-You were taking a walk.

[ Sighs ]

-Reach farther.

[ Both laugh ]

-I ate too much of Cookie's fried chicken.

I don't think I can make it.

-You've got to.

There's a special place where --

where all of...

-Oh!

[ Both laugh ]

[ Music box playing ]

-Hey, look at that.

-Makes it a sight easier, don't it do?

-It do. It surely do.

-You go over yonder, but make sure they's alone.

-When I holler, you come a runnin', hear?

-Those high and mighty Coppertons, burn us out,

cripple baby Elan's leg.

Hmph, the score'll get settled. I took a oath.

It'll get settled.

♪♪

[ Rock scraping ]

-That you, ma?

-It's me, honey pot.

-Did you get Copperton?

-No, but I will.

I vowed you, and I'll keep my vow.

-We got somethin' nearly as good though, Elan.

-Saints be.

-This'll put Mr. Blaine Copperton

right in our hands.

I'm headin' for the ranch.

You take care of these.

-Take your time comin' back, ma.

Give me and Red a chance to make our howdies.

-Get away from me!

-Get 'em on. Get on inside there.

-Yes, mom. Go on.

-I'm headin' for the Copperton ranch.

I'll be back directly, but if'n I ain't,

you set about doin' what we talked on.

-Yeah, ma.

♪♪

-Hyah, get.

-Right in there.

Go on. Go on in there and make yourself at home.

Uh, sit down over there on the bed.

-Blaine.

-Yeah, what is it, Webb?

-Ah, your ma said you were up.

-What you got there?

-Oh, the transfer papers

on that land sale Mrs. Copperton set up.

I just need your signature here under there.

-[ Breathes deeply ]

-Webb, I want you get the wranglers to cut out 20 head

of those new colts and fillies.

Hank Devon finally come up with the price I was askin'.

-By golly, you're the one.

I never thought he'd go that much.

[ Both chuckle ]

-Blaine, I was thinking, starting...

-We're any of the princesses get in that sale?

-Yes, what of 'em?

-I thought we were gonna keep that bloodline

just for ourselves.

-For heaven's sake, Blaine,

I've been handlin' things around here for the last 2 years

without any concern.

What's come over you?

-Youhold on.

I've got some business, and I'm driving free-reign.

-What in the world? -Don't you touch me

or lay a hand on me.

-By tuffet, you will get a bullet in yourleg,

and look what it's done to him.

-Now let me get that rig off the the top--

-Stand away from me, you lop-jawed yahoo, or I'll --

-In the name sanity...

What are you doin' here?

-I come to have some talk with your son.

-Now, you hold on here.

-No, you hold on Mrs. High-tone-y.

I got the bit, and I'm drivin' free-reign.

Where is he?

-Webb, you throw her outta here.

-Don't you touch me or lay a hand on me,

or your granddaughter won't ever get beyond the seedlin'

she is right now.

-What's goin' on?

-Right now, nothing, exceptin' a little talk 'tween you and me.

-You mentioned my daughter?

-Indeed, I did.

-You old harridan, if...

-I'll handle this.

Well?

-Y'all done a pretty fair job on us the last time.

-Where's Tracey?

-Right now that ain't somethin' I'm about --

Turn loose, or by tuffet,

you'll get more than a bullet in your leg.

-What?

-That's what you done to Elan.

That's what's gonna get done to him.

Bullet smack center of his leg.

Now, you.

You come alone, without any ranch hands to back you.

You go to Midas Flats and wait.

If they's anybody with you or are followin' you,

you'd better not come at all.

And you better not start lookin' for that little red-headed missy

or your moon-eyed

Miss Tracey Lee Copperton.

♪♪

-Webb, I want you to get a couple of...

-Webb, you're gonna cut out 20 head of the new horses

for Hank Devon. -Blaine, you listen to me...

-And then you can do what you want except follow me

or have any of the boys follow me because if you do,

somethin' happens to Tracey.

Just keep out of it.

Get the horse and rig ready.

-Yes, sir.

-You burned them out?

-What did you expect?

Them holdin' the stage back,

chancin' your dyin' for want of attention.

Oh, what did you expect?

-And then you handled it...

[ Music box playing ]

...just like you've been doin' for the past 2 years?

-Like you should've been doin'.

[ Music box stops ]

-That's right, Jessie,

like I should've been.

-You, uh, want me to have some of the boys saddle up,

Mrs. Copperton?

-Hmph.

Mr. Copperton told you what to do.

-Matthew, that stagecoach couldn't have just

fell in a hole and got swallowed up, could it?

-You wouldn't think so, but it looks like this one did.

-It just don't make no sense.

Both them hold-up fellers got killed,

'less there's another one some place.

-We won't know the answer to that one

till we find Kitty, Festus.

-You reckon it coulda went up this way?

-Well, if the Sioux Creek Sheriff's done his job, why,

he's probably checked on it, but I tell you what,

you go this way and I'll go this way over here,

and I'll meet you at Sioux Creek.

-Right, you are.

♪♪

-You done it right wise, Mr. Copperton.

-Which way?

-Out yonder.

-Hey, hungry? We got some vittles.

Hey, Red.

Got a few drops left in this jug, huh?

-Miss Russell. -It's all right, Tracey.

-It will be if your daddy does like he's told.

-Does what?

-Comes here with ma, young'un.

-Comes here? What for?

-Hey, Elan.

Lady wants to know what for Blaine Copperton's comin'

over here to visit us.

-She'll see soon enough.

[ Chuckles ]

-[ Chuckles ]

[ Both laughing ]

-They in the old mine?

-With my boys, makin' things as sociable as they know how.

-Mrs. Dagget, what you're about to do...

You haven't given this thing much thought.

-Oh, you figure?

-Well, I know that you and your boys haven't killed.

-Not unless we're driven hard to it.

-You think it'll stop here?

-Don't know as it will.

But we'll head out to new country.

Figure we'll make it 'for anyone takes out after us.

We get caught, well, like us Daggets,

you Coppertons ain't murderers.

But no matter what,

you're gonna get stove up same as baby Elan.

-When you hate, it's all the way, isn't it?

-Like my husband, God rest him, used to say,

"Do a thing, do it proper."

-Hey, Red.

Come on. Sure you won't have just a little tap?

Awful good squeezin's.

Depending, of course, on what a body's used to.

-[ Grunts ]

We've come a long way. How much further?

-Turn yonder in that sideways tunnel.

-Hey, company's comin'.

-Daddy?

-Last chance, Red.

Just a few more drops. It's nearly dry.

Huh?

-Oh!

♪♪

-Ma, they're gettin' away!

Come out of there.

[ Gunfire in distance ]

-[ Groans ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

♪♪

[ Gunshot ]

-Was only looking to put a bullet in your leg.

Be a sight more than that now.

-[ Sighs ]

-Elan, Logan!

-Ma, Copperton's after Logan.

-Let's go.

-You gotta come out of there sometime.

♪♪

[ Gunshot ]

-I'm gonna turn out his light.

-Kill him.

-This is a US Marshal.

-Hold it right there, all of you.

-No! Don't shoot my boy!

Logan!

-Matt!

[ Gunshots ]

-Mama!

-Logan! -Oh.

-Oh, sugar plum.

Sugar plum. Aww.

-Daddy?

-Kitty, you all right?

-Yeah, I'm fine, now.

-What's this all about?

-It's gonna take a lot of telling.

♪♪

♪♪

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

♪♪