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Man: He's guilty!

Hang him!

Hang him, Judge!

Judge: I hereby sentence you to be hanged by the neck

until you are dead.

Man: Stop! Stop!

Don't hang him! Don't hang him!

Let him go!

Don't hang him!

Let go of me! Stop!

Don't hang him!

Don't do it!

Don't hang him! Don't hang him!

Don't hang him!

Man: Howdy, mister.

Ain't... Ain't no call to be pointing that thing at me, mister.

I ain't worth the bullet.

Hey, name is Nebs.

Folks 'round here call me Nebs.

Folks 'round here?

Oh, I don't mean...

Ain't nobody in Dodge Town no more except me.

Them old mines back up in the hills there, I...

scratch through, get a little dust now and then.

Enough for a bottle over at Dodge City.

Dodge City.

That's down by the river now.

Head out that-a-way.

Trail's easy.

They still got the same law man?

Name of Dillon?

Marshal Dillon?

Sure. Nice fella.

What about his woman? Kitty Russell.

Doc Adams. They still around?

Miss Kitty runs the Long Branch.

Where I buy my bottle.

And old Doc, he's still there, yeah.

Head out.

Huh?

I said, "Head out."

And don't come back.

I live here.

Ya... Ya near shot my ear half off.

Want me to try for the other half?

I was leavin' no how.

Just take it easy, mister.

You head west.

Uh, uh, Dodge is this-a-way.

There ain't nothin' out here.

Colorado's over those hills.

About a hundred miles.

Nice country.

Yeah.

Nice country.

Yeah.

Don't come back.

No, don't worry. I always did like Colorado.

Yeah.

Something I can help you with, mister?

Dodge has gotten to be quite a town.

Oh, yeah, it's... it's growing, all right.

You sound like you, uh, you been away a long time.

I never been here before.

- Evenin', Doc. - Hi, Festus.

You about done making your rounds, are ya?

Yes, I am, and I'm glad too,

'cause this has... it's been a long day, I'll tell you.

It's gonna be a longer night for me.

I just got a telegraph from Matthew saying that he wouldn't be in

till late tomorrow night.

Oh, well, that... that's fine,

because that'll give you a chance

to make a couple extra days' pay being a deputy,

and that way you can probably settle up some of your bills.

Doc, I don't owe nary a soul in this whole town.

Oh, is that so?

I've always considered myself numbered among the souls in this town.

Well, just hold on now.

You saying that I owe you some money?

You're getting close to my meaning.

Well, I ain't got no crystal ball, you know.

Why don't you send me one of them tally sheets

that tells what I owe if I do owe something?

No, I wouldn't wanna do that.

I wouldn't wanna subject you to that kind of eyestrain.

Oh, smart aleck.

It ain't no trouble reading a couple of little old words

and a couple of little old figures on no piece of paper.

Oh. Since you learned to read so well all of a sudden,

tell me, uh, just exactly what does it say on that badge?

What does it say?

Exactly.

Well...

says I am a Deputy United States Marshal.

It says, "I am a Deputy United States Marshal"?

Nobody but an old quackety-quack sawbones

would ask such a question as that.

- Evening, Deputy. - Evening.

- Marshal around? - No, he's went out of town.

Won't get back till tomorrow.

Anything I can help you with?

No, I don't think so. Thank you.

Whiskey, ma'am.

I'll get it, Sam.

Thank you.

Haven't we met before?

First time in Dodge City, Miss Russell.

You seem to know who I am.

Well,

I guess just about everybody knows about the Long Branch Saloon in Dodge

and the woman that runs it.

Um, Sam,

if it stays this quiet, we can close up early.

Right, Miss Kitty.

Refill?

What time's early, Sam?

What?

Closin' time on a quiet night.

Oh, around 11:00.

You can leave the bottle, Sam.

I got some drinkin' to make up.

Fact is, I got a lot of things to make up.

I'm sorry to bother you, mister.

I, uh, wanted to get a few supplies if it wouldn't be too much trouble.

Mister, do you know what time it is?

I'm closed. I'm just trying to get my monthly inventory done.

Well, it'll only take a few minutes. I wanted to get on the trail before sunup.

Cash in the barrelhead?

I guess I wouldn't be much of a businessman

if I turned away a cash customer.

Yep.

Thank you.

That big enough for you?

That's just fine.

One whole chicken.

In a can?

Something new. Just came in yesterday.

Better take a can opener to open it with, though.

Cost you a penny.

It's well worth it.

What do you do with that?

Oh, it's kind of a knife-edge-like thing made especially for opening cans.

See, you just ram it down the edge and walk it around.

Does a good job.

All right. What'll they think of next?

Well, it's a modern world, friend.

Something new all the time.

Yes, sir, things ain't like they were in the old days.

Only, sometimes I wish they were.

Things was a lot simpler.

Owned this store about, oh, 12 years ago.

I could take the inventory in 15 minutes.

Now it takes me half the night.

Yes, sir.

In the old days, things was a lot easier.

Easier?

Kinda. Things considered.

If you say so.

You gonna take a picnic basket on the trail, mister?

Oh.

Picnic.

Picnic.

Better drink up, boys. We're gonna be closing in a few minutes.

You tie my horse on the buggy

when you take it around back of the saloon, all right?

Well, why don't I just park the rig out in front?

Well, if a gentleman wants to take a moonlight buggy ride,

he doesn't want it announced to the whole town, does he?

Huh?

You, uh, try not to remember, okay?

Oh, I forgot already.

Goodnight, Miss Kitty.

I'm sorry. I'm closin'.

Uh, well, I was just wondering if maybe

I could buy some wine from you, Miss Russell?

Some wine?

For my picnic.

Couple bottles.

What kind do you want?

Well, maybe something you'd be partial to, Miss Russell.

Well, I have some Burgundy from Sonoma, California

at $1.50 a bottle.

And then I have some French champagne shipped up from New Orleans.

That's $10 a bottle.

$10?

Ferrying the clipper ship from Bordeaux,

I guess it's not too outrageous.

Well, looking at you, Miss Russell, I'd say you'd prefer the champagne.

I'll take two bottles.

Good customer ought to be able to buy some whiskey after hours.

Champagne from France.

I remember back when saloons in this part of the country

were nothing more than dirt floors and plank bars.

That's the way the Long Branch started a long time ago.

Fifteen years to be exact.

Except it was more like yesterday, the way time passes.

The way time passes, Miss Russell, depends on how one spends his time.

You know, um, I can't help but feel that, uh...

I know you from someplace.

No, you don't know me, Miss Russell. Not yet.

Not yet?

We'll have time to get acquainted on our picnic.

This some kind of a joke?

Lock the doors.

Don't do anything foolish, Miss Russell.

Back door.

You drive.

- Now, look, if you... - I don't like a woman who talks too much.

Get in.

Where to?

Old Dodge Town.

- Old Dodge? - Drive.

What's this all about?

I told you. We're going to have a picnic.

I usually like to be asked about such things.

Your answer wouldn't have made any difference, Miss Russell.

I suppose you're expecting someone to come looking for you pretty quick.

Maybe.

Well, consider them invited to the picnic, too.

Whoa.

Drive right in there, Miss Russell.

Miss Russell?

I'm sorry if that noose frightened you, Miss Russell.

You're too pretty to hang.

I'm a man with limited patience.

What do you... What do you want with me?

Got a place for you to sleep in.

Come morning, you'll feel better.

We'll have a picnic.

You putting me in jail?

Sometimes we just have to make do, ma'am.

In here, Miss Russell, please.

Would you mind telling me how long you plan on keeping me in here?

Well, depends on a number of things.

Well, I have plenty of time to listen, it would seem.

You were right about something, Miss Russell.

We have met.

Maybe you can pass the time figuring out where.

Oh, mornin', Miss Russell. I hope you had a good night.

Did ya?

Sure is a beautiful morning.

How about this? The first time you ever had a picnic...

in the morning.

I've had a few first times lately.

You ever ride out here, Miss Russell, and, uh, look around?

Think of the old days?

Yeah, a few times.

Hmm.

Must be nice to have some good times to look back on.

Sometimes that's all you have.

Thinkin' back.

I never knowed a scratch on the ear could hurt so powerful bad.

Well, that's because you let it get infected.

I still don't like the looks of it, but at least it's all cleaned up.

How'd it happen?

Huh?

Who shot you, Nebs?

Ain't nobody shot me, Doc.

- Here. Hold still. - It was that there... that there nail.

Nebs, I've seen enough bullet wounds

that I know one when I see one.

What in thunder you so darned all-fired nervous about?

I ain't nervous.

Just hurtin'. That's all.

I'm... taking off for Colorado,

and it got to hurting so bad,

and I figure maybe if'n I sneaked in here to see ya...

What do you mean "sneaked in"?

You don't have to sneak in here to see me.

You know that.

And what in thunder you going to Colorado for without saying goodbye to anybody?

Well, I... I mean, I didn't sneak off nowheres.

I... just figured I'd go on up to Colorado.

Anyway, what right you got to be hoorahing me?

I can go where I please.

That's right, Nebs. You can go where you please,

but I sure would like to see that ear in a couple of days.

You can't do it. I'm going to Colorado.

All right, since you're being so stubborn about it,

I'll get a little stubborn with you.

How about the $7 you've owed me for doctor bills

since I can't remember when?

Sorry about that, Doc.

I'll send it to you from Colorado.

Ah. To the old days, Miss Russell.

You were here, then.

As a boy.

Lying in my bed at night...

listening to the sounds in the street.

Feeling that I still had life ahead of me.

And knowing...

that one day I'd be a part of it.

To the old days.

And to a very beautiful woman of the present.

I'm telling you, old Nebs was nervous.

He was acting like a scared jackrabbit.

He just couldn't wait to get out of town.

Well, that ain't a-saying that he couldn't have cut his ear on a nail

like he said he done.

I told you he didn't cut his ear on a nail.

It's a bullet wound!

Are you a-thinking that there's some scallywagging going on

up in Old Dodge that maybe I ought to be looking into?

I don't know. It could be.

- Doc. - Sam. What's the matter?

Well, I'm worried about Miss Kitty.

Why?

Well, I come to work this morning, and she isn't around nowhere.

Well, did you check her room?

Yeah, I knocked, and there wasn't no answer,

so I peeked in and her bed hadn't even been slept in.

Well, maybe she went someplace.

She wouldn't do that without telling somebody.

And then Hank came by a while ago. You know, for his usual.

He said something that didn't make any sense at all.

A feller, a stranger, rented a buggy from him last night.

He wanted the buggy delivered to the back door

of the Long Branch.

Now, I looked out there, and sure enough, there's buggy tracks,

and they're heading towards the north road.

I'd better get to trackin' them tracks.

Sam, you get ahold of Newly for me

and tell him to look after things till I get back, will ya?

You know, I'm, um,

curious as to what's gonna happen next.

Well, that depends on how soon someone

decides to come looking for your whereabouts.

Doesn't it worry you that there might be a posse coming into this town?

Well, now, I really doubt that anyone's gonna be worried about...

buggy wheels leadin' off into the moonlight.

Well, if they come looking for ya,

I think they'll be, uh...

Well, they'll be looking... discreet.

Discreet.

I don't expect an answer.

But what's the point to all this?

Well, that you'll know when it's all over, Miss Russell.

When what's all over?

Get in there.

Drop it, or you're a dead man.

Do what he says, Festus.

Miss Kitty.

Now, come on over here.

Over there.

Open it up.

Get in. And lock it.

I guess if the marshal was in town,

he'd be the one out looking for her, right?

I reckon he would.

Doc Adams in town?

Ought to be.

I guess we'll need him out here.

You two have something to talk over.

I don't have a single answer, Festus.

What in tarnation he be wanting Doc out here for,

'less'n somebody's hurt?

Or gonna be.

Fella that built this place sure aimed for it to stay for a while.

It's awful stout.

If I could just place him.

Of all the twiddledy-brained,

plumb-out dumb, headless things that I've ever did

is come a-riding into this town

just like I was a-going to a church social.

Festus, that wall is better than two-feet thick.

Well, I can't just sit here without a-thinking I'm doing something.

He was a young boy

growing up with this town.

You mean you don't remember him from then?

Festus, there must have been 50 to 100 new faces

passing through here every day.

Well, Miss Kitty,

you reckon he could have got into a ruckus in the saloon and...

maybe got himself throwed out of the old Long Branch?

That's the big puzzle, Festus.

I don't think he was old enough to be in a saloon

15 years ago.

Hmm.

- What can I do for ya? - Uh, the deputy needs ya, Doc.

Deputy? Festus?

Mule threw him, and I came across him with a busted leg.

Where is he?

Place north of here.

Dodge Town, I think they call it. Something like that.

I'll... I'll ride out there with you and show you where I got him bedded down.

All right, fine, but first, tell you what,

go down by the marshal's office

and see a young feller down there by the name of Newly.

Newly?

Tell him what we're gonna do.

And I'll meet you downstairs right away.

All right, Doc.

Old Town?

Old Dodge Town, I think they call it.

I'll ride out with Doc and see if I can help him with the deputy.

Say, just a minute.

Was Festus out there alone?

Oh, well, he... said something about trying to pick up buggy tracks.

Uh...

Well, thanks for your help, friend.

Yeah, sure.

How's it coming?

If I had me a week, I might dig a hole big enough

to peep out of with one eyeball.

That's about all.

He brought Doc back, all right.

What's that for?

That's for somebody special, Doc.

Now, don't give me any trouble.

You mind explaining that?

Later, Doc. Get down, please.

No, you won't be needing that, Doc.

Well, you said Festus had a broken leg.

I'll break it for ya if it'll make you feel better.

Over there.

He's coming.

He's coming.

Well, I'm sorry I can't make you more comfortable.

Well, if you're concerned, you might tell us what you're up to.

I don't think that'd help, Doc.

A look into the future never gave anyone peace of mind.

Who's that noose for?

It's not for you, Miss Russell.

Thanks.

Wait a minute. I wonder...

could it be that you think you've got something agin' Marshal Dillon?

Oh, a noose for the marshal.

That'd be a twist, wouldn't it?

Aw, you're getting a big thump out of playing your little game, ain't ya?

Game.

Doc: Wait a minute.

Why in thunder don't you tell us what you're gonna do?

It's the end of the picnic, Doc.

Picnic?

A moment of truth, as the saying goes.

I keep thinking it all sounded funny.

First, Miss Kitty leaving town, and Festus' mule throwing him.

No word from Doc.

Well, I'll go over to Old Town, look around.

You say you never saw this man before?

No, sir, he's a stranger to me.

But the way he talked. Always half smiling.

Kind of man you don't take up to right off.

Well, I should be back before dark.

Take cover, Matt!

Woman gets a bullet, you don't come out, Marshal.

Over here.

Drop the gun.

Come on.

Who are ya?

Name's Fred Garth, Marshal.

We met a while back, if you remember.

Yeah, I remember.

Fred Garth.

That's it. That... That... Now, I know.

Go on over there, Marshal.

What are you gonna do with those people in there?

All in good time, Marshal.

Don't.

Put those cuffs on.

Put the other end through that ring.

And give me the key.

Fifteen years ago in this town,

I was chained to that post like an animal.

A bullet in my leg.

Well, you came into town, shot up the street, and killed a deputy!

I was trying to save my father.

Well, your father was convicted of murder and legally sentenced.

Except he was innocent.

Matt Dillon arrested your father after the shootout.

He only told what he saw.

Why are you taking it out on him?

Because his words carried a lot of weight, how he saw it.

I think he has something coming.

All right, if it's me you're after, then let the rest of 'em go.

No, later, Marshal.

I haven't decided who I'm gonna hang yet.

I can't hang a woman.

And that deputy here wasn't around then.

So I guess it's you, Doc.

What?

I'm gonna hang the Doc.

Well, the Doc ain't never did nothing to ya.

Why you fixin' to hang him?

Exactly the point.

He's as innocent as my father was.

And I watched it all.

Well, now you're gonna watch it, Marshal.

Learn how it feels.

Knowing a man is innocent.

Your words took my father's life, Marshal.

And a good part of mine.

Fifteen years in prison, Marshal.

Nothing personal, Doc.

It's getting awful tough to break through, Doc.

There's a whole other solid wall in back of this one.

He's mad, Doc.

Whole blamed thing just don't seem real.

Tell me what to do, Doc.

My head's a-getting all muddly and fogged up.

Well, I'm not thinking too clearly myself right now, Festus.

Garth, 12 men found your father guilty.

On your words, Marshal.

Like I said, Doc, nothing personal.

- Unlock it. - Don't do it, Doc.

Come on out.

Close it and lock it.

Old Doc kind of reminds me of my Pa.

Garth, you're gonna be hanging yourself.

Keep missing the point, Marshal.

Up on the box, Doc.

Garth!

My father was asked if he had anything to say.

Garth, don't do it!

Exactly how I felt on that day, Marshal.

See you get a proper burial, Doc.

- Garth! - Hyah!

F-F-Festus!

Festus!

That's the way it was, Marshal.

The way it was.

Now you know.

I'm all right, Doc.

But you better let them out.

Pa was innocent.

How do you know?

Because he told me he was.

He never lied to me.

He never...

lied.