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ANNOUNCER:

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

� For my old... �

Kitty's come back.

I knew she would.

Come on, Kitty, let me buy you a drink now.

Don't you think it's about time you two had something to eat?

Oh, t'ain't polite

to eat in front of an open bottle, Kitty.

Who needs eatin' when there's pretty girls for lookin', huh?

You two have been in here all morning drinking,

and half the afternoon.

If you keep it up, there's gonna be trouble.

We left all our trouble out there on the prairie.

I didn't come to Dodge to go to church.

You gonna drink or ain't ya?

I should have thrown you out the minute you walked in the door.

Oh, you're purty.

Even when you're mad you're purty.

Come on, don't be so standoffish.

I'm paying for this.

Let go of me, you old fool.

Come on!

You had to not have done that.

Next time, I'll get a gun and shoot ya.

By golly, she means it.

Doggone, woman,

don't act no better than the wife.

Get out of here, both of you.

Come on, Peavy.

We better get some sleep

'cause we got a lot more hollerin' to do tonight.

All right. But we're a-comin' back

and learn ya some manners.

I meant what I said, mister.

Then there's gonna be trouble, sure.

Come on, Peavy. Let's go.

Dinner's ready.

Not for me, it ain't.

Sit down and eat.

I ain't eatin' no more of your cooking.

Not today, not never.

Somethin' ailing ya?

Nah, not no more, it ain't.

That dirty old Mulligan Rives is out there.

You and he been drinkin' corn liquor?

T'ain't no business of yours.

I seen him ride up a while ago.

Mm, spying.

You're always spying on folks.

I don't care.

Go on out and drink your jug.

Hm. I ain't eatin' no more slops like that.

Ha! Not me.

Not John Peavy.

Where you going with that money you took out?

It's my money, ain't it?

Not quite hardly.

Well, I got it.

You're drunk already.

I'm gonna get drunker.

I'm amblin' out where I can lay on the bank of a river

and there's a big jug of corn liquor

the whole day long.

Yes, and the whole night long too.

Something's got into you.

No, something I'm getting out of me.

I'm quittin' this terrible dry land

that won't grow nothing.

And I'm quittin' this mean old cabin.

It ain't fit for hogs.

And I'm quittin' you.

Well, are you comin' out or ain't ya comin' out?

I'm a-comin' out.

If you're gonna sit and eat them vittles, I ain't waitin'.

You wait, now.

I gotta say goodbye, don't I?

What for?

Well,

no reason, I guess.

Then come on.

All right.

Doc sent me after you.

There's an old man up in his office.

Well, what does he want me for?

Well, the old man got shot.

Shot?

Yeah. Claimed somebody tried to kill him.

Well, he must've been ambushed or something, uh?

Well, I guess so.

Anyway, a bullet creased him right along the neck there.

All right, I'll go up there with you.

He got a friend with him

but I ain't seen neither one of them before.

But this one that got shot, you know, he's real old.

Well, it's a funny thing, Chester, you know?

Young or old,

they always seem to get into trouble when they get to Dodge.

Well, that's for sure.

Yep.

Where's Doc?

Somebody come for him.

Somebody came for him? What do you mean?

Somebody come for him, that's what.

Said somebody else was sick.

He told Peavy here to lay down for a while.

But he just don't want to do it.

Ah. Peavy, huh?

Who shot you?

We don't need you, marshal.

We'll handle this ourselves.

My partner name's Rives. Mulligan Rives.

But you ain't never heard of either of us.

Now, where are you two from?

Up north. We're sodbusters.

Sodbusters?

Sodbusters usually don't carry six-guns.

What are you doing around Dodge?

We're weak with the land, marshal.

We're gonna enjoy ourselves for a change.

And we ain't never goin' back.

Not never.

Well, it sure didn't take you long

to get in trouble around Dodge, did it?

Oh, we ain't in trouble.

Yeah, maybe you're not, but you're friend here sure is.

I told you we don't need you, marshal.

There ain't nobody can sneak up on John Peavy and shoot him.

I don't care if she is a woman.

A woman?

What woman is that?

You always did talk too much, Peavy.

Well, you might as well tell him now.

I ain't telling him nothing.

I'll fix it myself.

You're gonna tell me,

or I'll throw you in jail till you do.

We're not having any women killed around Dodge,

you understand that?

Well, go on, tell him, Peavy.

You might as well.

Well, all right.

She come up the alley next to our sleeping room

and she shot right through the window.

Rives seen her just as she run around the corner after.

She's been threatening him, marshal.

I heard her do it.

Now, who is this woman? What's her name?

One of them gals at the Long Branch saloon.

Name of Kitty.

Kitty?

Kitty.

Huh-huh. It's true, marshal. It's true, and I'll swear to it.

Come on.

Oh, hello, Matt.

Hello, Kitty. I hate to bother you.

Oh, that's all right. Come on in.

This, uh- Heh, this room's a mess.

I'm just getting ready to go to work.

Is something wrong?

Tell me, you know a man by the name of John Peavy?

Peavy? Yeah, I know him.

Old fool.

Well, uh, did you ever threaten to shoot him?

Now, don't tell me he's come complaining to you about that.

No, not exactly.

Well, I said I'd shoot him,

and I will if he doesn't leave me alone.

The old goat.

Kitty, he's already been shot.

What?

It didn't kill him, but he and this Rives friend of his

say that a woman did it.

Oh.

You mean me, hm?

Yeah.

Well, do you think I did it, Matt?

It happened about an hour ago.

Well, I was right here, alone.

Of course, I couldn't prove that.

Got any idea who might have done it?

Matt, those two men are out on their last fling,

and I don't want anything to do with either of them.

Well, heh, I don't blame you for that.

But this Rives claims that he saw

a woman running down the alley after it happened.

Well, he's probably lying.

Or dreaming.

Yeah, maybe.

Well, look, Kitty, if you hear anything-

I'll let you know, Matt.

All right.

I'll see ya later.

The window, Matt. Look out.

There's nobody down there.

Well, he tried to kill me.

You all right? Yeah.

Did you see who did it?

I didn't see anybody.

I'm sorry, Kitty. It's my fault.

I should have locked that old Peavy up.

He threatened to do something like this.

Well, do you think it was Peavy?

Well, I don't know, but I'm sure gonna find out.

Look, you'll have to hide out somewhere till I do.

Well, I'll stay with one of the girls.

Nobody will know where I am.

Good. Now, you gonna get out of here right away?

I sure am. It's no fun getting shot at.

That's the truth, isn't it?

Well, they ain't in there, that's for sure.

Yeah.

Guess we've looked about every place.

Did you go back to the rooming house?

Yeah, I talked to the landlady.

She said they paid up, pulled out.

Well, maybe they just up and flew the coop, gone home,

wherever that is.

Yeah, maybe.

Well, we still better keep looking now, Chester.

Well, we looked everywhere, Mr. Dillon, just everywhere.

Well, I don't mean tonight. We'll start again tomorrow.

Thank goodness for that.

Where we gonna look this morning, Mr. Dillon?

Well, I'll try the stage office again, Chester.

You go on down to the depot. Depot?

Them two old buzzards ain't gonna take a train to nowheres.

Well, they might have been scared enough,

and everybody in town knows we're after 'em now.

Well, maybe they're just hiding along the street somewheres,

waiting to shoot us. Yeah, maybe.

I'll meet you down at the Dodge House.

Well, all right.

Good morning, Chester.

Well, good morning, Melanie.

My goodness gracious, don't you look

fresh and purty this morning.

Hm-hm.

Thank you, Chester.

Chester, aren't you a little skittery this morning?

Oh, well,

yeah, that- That could be. You see, Melanie,

me and Mr. Dillon are looking for a couple of murderers

is what we're doing.

Murderers? Oh, yeah, yeah.

They...

Well, uh, no.

They ain't murdered nobody yet, but...

Well, now, then, why are you looking for them?

Huh?

Well, uh-

Heh.

Oh, my gracious, Melanie,

I mean, if they're gonna murder somebody, uh,

it's best that you get 'em

before they do, ain't it?

I guess I never quite thought of it that way.

Well, you got to.

Chester, you should have gone fishing

with me and Pa this morning.

Did you go fishing?

Caught 12 catfish.

Oh, for pity's sake, Melanie. I wish that I'd had known. I-

You work so hard. It would have done you good.

Well, you ought to go camping like those two old men we saw.

Except for all the liquor they were drinking.

What two old men?

Down by the Arkansas. Right at Christmas Grove.

They got a little fire going,

and they're just sitting there.

Of course, they are drinking.

Melanie, what did them two old men look like?

Well, I don't know.

Just a couple of grizzly old sodbusters.

Oh, for gracious sake.

Down by the Christmas Grove, huh?

Now, Chester, I didn't mean for you to go join them.

Join 'em? Oh, I'll join 'em, all right.

Just as soon as I get ahold of Mr. Dillon.

I'll talk to you later, Melanie. I-

I gotta go now.

I'll- I'll talk to you later.

Remember how it was four winters ago?

Ah. How what was?

The storm. That blizzard.

Killed off every animal I had.

Eh.

Like to kill me, that storm.

I never did get started again after that.

Never raised nothing no more.

What's that?

Somebody's coming?

Well, let them come.

What are you doing out here, marshal?

Lookin' for you.

Me?

Well, you found us.

Sit down, have a drink.

What do you got in there?

Corn liquor.

Jug's only about half-full though.

What's that one there?

Oh, we killed that one last evening. Heh.

Eh, have a swallow.

Uh, I don't usually drink before sundown.

Well, what did you come out here for

if'n you don't gonna drink?

How long you two been out here?

Ever since we left the doctor's office?

Peavy's neck got to acting up some,

and I figured some time out here

might help ease it off some.

But I get to feeling better, I'm a-going back though,

and I'm gonna learn that gal Kitty a lesson.

I swear I am.

Somebody's already tried that.

What?

Somebody took a shot at her last night.

Same as they did you.

Why? Who done that?

Well, I wouldn't shoot no woman, marshal.

I- I-

I'd beat them up a little, that's all.

Knock 'em around some...

That's right, doggone it.

What kind of men you think we are anyway?

I don't know.

What did you leave home in the first place for?

Home? Ah-h.

A man can't live forever, marshal.

He's gotta enjoy himself while he can.

He's right. Ain't no point in a man

working hisself to death for nothing.

Hand me the jug, Rives.

All right, now, just hold on here a minute.

Hm?

Peavy, I'm gonna tell you something.

What?

I'm gonna let you stay out here.

But if you come back into Dodge, I'm gonna throw you in jail.

Jail? What for?

I ain't done nothing.

Yeah. You admit you got it in mind

to beat up Kitty, don't ya?

Yeah, that's right.

Mm-hm.

Well, if you did that, I just might kill ya.

Ah.

Well, I guess it's about time for a body to lay down

and start thinking about tomorrow.

Ah. Chester, you've been thinking about tomorrow

ever since you got up this morning, haven't you?

Oh, that's not true, Mr. Dillon.

I mean, it's way past midnight.

A body's got a right to be tired.

Well, why don't you go on to bed then?

Well, I am. I-

Well, what in the world.

Well, that's a side saddle.

Some woman's been riding that horse.

Yeah.

Glory be, I wonder who she is.

I don't know.

Go on and get the horse, will you?

Yeah, must've throwed her.

Yeah.

My friend's picking up your horse, ma'am.

You all right? I'm all right.

Guess he kind of got loose from you, huh?

Mean critter.

Where were you headed this time of night anyway?

I don't need nobody asking me questions, mister.

I don't think I've ever seen you around Dodge before.

Would you mind telling me your name?

My name?

I don't I'd take to no scallywag cowboy

asking me my name.

Heh. Well, I sure didn't mean to offend you, ma'am.

You didn't?

No, I sure didn't.

What's your name?

My name's Dillon. Matt Dillon.

Dillon?

Oh, you're the marshal.

That's right.

And, uh, this introduction isn't gonna be complete

until you tell me your name.

All right.

My name's Sabina Peavy.

Mrs. Peavy?

I've been married for 35 years, marshal.

Well, I-I got your horse back for you, ma'am.

I could've managed.

Mr. Dillon, look what she's got on the saddle there.

One of them old Army pistols.

Chester. Yeah?

Put it in your belt.

Oh.

You put that back, you thief.

What are ya, anyhow?

Suppose you're stealing my horse next.

Now, just hold on here, Mrs. Peavy.

Now, everything's gonna be all right.

Mrs. Peavy.

Yeah.

Now, would you mind telling us where you were headed?

He ain't in Dodge.

He was always talking about laying on a river bank

and drinking liquor.

That's where I'm going. Down to the river.

Mm-hm. I thought so.

And you ain't gonna stop me, marshal.

Chester. Yeah.

You go down there and you shoot a hole in that jug,

and when they're sober enough,

you bring 'em back here in the morning.

But don't say anything about Mrs. Peavy, understand?

Oh, I sure do. Here.

What do you think you're doing, marshal?

Well, right now, I think I'll take you over to the Dodge House

and get you a room.

No, I ain't going to no hotel.

Well, you don't want to sleep in your clothes, do you?

Well, I'm a-just waiting to find him,

and that's all that interests me.

Well, all right. In that case,

I guess I'll have to put you up on a cot in my room.

Well, you stole my gun.

You're stronger than me.

I guess I'll have to.

You sure you don't want anything besides coffee for breakfast?

Coffee's enough.

Well, how do you feel about things this morning?

You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Dillon?

Keepin' an old like me up a-talkin' half of the night.

Hm-hm. I am.

You will tell that girl Kitty how sorry I am

I took a shot at her, won't you?

Yeah, I sure will.

I only meant to scare her.

Fancy me being blind jealous

after 35 years.

Well, now, that's something I can't understand.

How come, if you came here to kill your husband,

you get jealous when you find out he was bothering Kitty?

A woman can be jealous even if she hates a man, Dillon.

Heh. Yeah, I guess so.

You know, that's pretty fancy dress

for a woman who's out to shoot her husband.

I thought it was fitting somehow.

It's the only good clothes I ever had.

I wore 'em when I left St. Louis.

I see.

Well, uh, you're not gonna go back

on your part of the bargain, now, are ya?

I'll talk to him, Dillon.

I told you I would.

But I ain't never going to take him back.

Now, maybe he's had his fun. Maybe he'll settle down.

Not with me, he won't.

I bore that man 13 children.

Thirteen?

Well, what happened to 'em?

Eleven of 'em died.

And he beat me every time we lost one.

Every single time.

Well, what happened to the other two?

He ran 'em off when they was half-growed.

I don't know where they are.

Oh, Mr. Dillon, I- I got 'em out there.

Morning, Mrs. Peavy. You want that I should bring them in?

Oh, well, I can't talk to him here,

in front of everybody.

Well, now, I could, uh, take you out in back the cells.

You can talk to him there if you don't mind.

Well, what difference it make?

All right. Chester, bring them in.

All right.

Come back here.

Well, here they are, Mr. Dillon. Come on in.

Just as sober as deacons.

What's this all about, marshal?

What do you want us for?

Peavy, there's somebody here wants to see you.

Who?

You'll find out.

Right over here.

Go on.

Who's in there?

His wife.

What?

Don't you have a wife, Rives?

I ain't that crazy.

What's she doing in here?

She came looking for her husband, such as he is.

Ain't nothin' wrong with John Peavy.

Heaven's sake.

Would you listen to that?

Leave him alone. It's his wife.

Get out of the way.

I think I killed him, Dillon.

He's dead.

I stuck it right in his heart.

You old devil. I'll fix ya.

Oh.

Chester, get his gun.

You can't lock me up!

Get in there.

Get back in there.

I'm an innocent man!

I'll write to the president!

Oh, hush up!

He said he was gonna kill me, Dillon.

He would've too.

Well, I'm sorry, Mrs. Peavy.

I never should've left him alone with you in there.

You didn't know.

Oh, what are you gonna do with me now?

Well, you said something about St. Louis.

You have relatives there?

My sister.

She's all that's left.

Well, how'd you like to go see her?

Ain't you gonna jail me?

Not for self-defense, no.

You mean, I'm free?

I can go?

You bet you can.

I'll keep Rives in jail till you're out of town.

You will?

Oh, no, I couldn't get to St. Louis.

Why not?

He took all our money when he run off,

and it's all spent by now.

I know it is.

Well, Mrs. Peavy, tell me something.

Would you think I was a scallywag cowboy still

if I offered to buy you a ticket to St. Louis?

You mean y-?

Why, Dillon.

You just wait till I tell my sister about you.