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...starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Come on, Nat, enjoy yourself.

You act like you're gonna get hung Sunday morning

instead of married.

Now, that Polly ain't so bad, Mr. Sieberts.

She's pretty as a picture- even though

she's a little prim.

It's like the man said when they put the rope around his neck-

"I wouldn't mind hanging if I could just get a chance to get used to it."

Yeah!

I don't have to get used to it, boys.

Got me a fine woman, and I'm proud to marry her.

Miss Kitty,

I'd like to buy the house a round of drinks, please.

Attaboy!

Well, if it isn't Beulah!

Whatcha doing, Beulah?

Fellas, look who's here- Miss Beulah!

Miss Beulah! Hey!

Yeah, welcome back, Miss Beulah!

Gentlemen, welcome back, Miss Beulah.

Nice to see you.

Now, how's Miss Beulah today?

Evening, Mr. Sieberts.

Good evening, Beulah.

Miss Kitty, I'd like to buy Beulah a bottle of tonic.

Biggest bottle of tonic you can find.

Thank you, Mr. Sieberts. You're welcome, Beulah.

You coming to the wedding Sunday?

Oh, I didn't know there was gonna be a wedding.

Didn't Beulah know Mr. Sieberts here

is getting hisself married to Miss Polly Troyman

come 10:00 Sunday morning?

I figured as though you'd be there to catch the bouquet.

No.

No, I didn't know.

Hank, you haven't been working for me long enough

to be talking that easy.

Now, wait a minute, I was just...

I don't care what you were just- you're through.

Now, get out- you can pick up your pay

at the ranch in the morning. I'm sorry, Mr. Sieberts...

Be sorry someplace else- now, get out!

I'll get out when I'm ready.

You could hire and fire me, but that's all you can do now.

I'll take care of it, Mr. Sieberts.

All right.

Are you really getting married, Mr. Sieberts?

Sure I am.

Don't you think it's about time?

Yes.

Yes.

Here you are, Beulah.

Good night, Miss Beulah.

Give me a bottle of that tonic, Kitty.

Now, boys, Nat Sieberts is gonna get drunk tonight

and married Sunday,

and I want everybody to follow his example.

That is, about that getting drunk tonight.

Hello, Beulah.

Evening, Mr. Sieberts.

I've been doing a little drinking.

Yes.

You already bought me a bottle.

Well, I figured you might as well have this one, too.

I ain't gonna be doing much drinking after tonight.

Oh-ho, big night last night?

Too big.

There, that ought to do it.

Hair from the dog that bit you.

Oh! Quite a big dog.

Good morning, Red. Morning, Miss Kitty.

Coffee's on. I'll get it. Thanks.

Well, you think that's any way

to start getting ready for tomorrow?

Well, I'm gonna have one more,

and that's gonna be my last one for quite a spell.

Well, we're gonna miss you around here, but...

I guess you'll be kind of busy. I reckon so.

I just hope it's not too late

to teach an old goat like me new tricks.

Good morning, Mr. Sieberts.

Have a drink, Henry.

No, thank you, sir.

Well, suit yourself.

A man's free to do as he feels like.

Up to this point, he is, sir.

Your coffee, Miss Kitty. Oh.

You Southerners are all alike.

We keep our word to men and women.

We try to conduct ourselves as gentlemen.

Oh, is that what you're here for,

to tell me that I'm not a gentleman?

No man's gonna shame my sister, sir.

What are you talking about?

I'm gonna marry her tomorrow morning.

I don't believe you are.

Oh, you don't?

You are not a gentleman, sir.

You're a cur.

Sneakin', back-alley cur.

And I do not intend to permit you

to either marry my sister or ever speak to her again.

Your actions have been contemptible.

And if you trouble my sister any further,

I'll be forced to call you out.

Henry... why don't you leave things to Polly and me

and keep your puppy nose out of this.

I don't care for that remark, Mr. Sieberts.

No?

Well, let's see what a young Confederate gentleman

does about something

he don't care about.

Go ahead.

You got a gun.

You can't bluff me, sir.

Hold on a minute.

What's going on around here?

Get this little tick off my back, will you, Marshal?

We're not gonna have any gun fighting

around here, Sieberts.

Especially between prospective brother-in-laws.

You two ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

Henry, you go on and get out of here

and do your drinking someplace else.

I'm not drinking, Marshal.

Better get out while you're still ahead.

Now, go on.

All right, sir.

Don't you forget what I said, Mr. Sieberts.

Henry...

it's about time you figure something out.

Neither your sister nor your father

is gonna appreciate your dragging family affairs into a saloon.

Yeah?

Oh, Marshal. Come in.

Hello, Sieberts - I'd like to talk to you. Yeah.

What can I do for you?

Chester found this in the jail this morning.

Who wrote this?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Hmm.

Must be that kid.

Can't you think of anybody else

who doesn't want you to get married?

No, I can't.

Oh, I got enemies, sure, what man hasn't?

But... nothing to do with Polly and me.

Guess I'll have to straighten that young man out.

I'll talk to him.

He's just full of hotheaded ideas about Southern honor.

Yeah.

Well, my old man told me to stay away from women.

Guess I should've listened to him.

Little late for that now, isn't it?

Yeah.

I'll talk to Henry- there won't be

any trouble at the wedding. All right, good.

Thanks, Marshal. Thanks, Chester.

Yeah. Good-bye.

...for as much as Nat and Polly

have consented together in holy wedlock,

and witness to the same here before God and this company,

and there, too, have given and pledged their troth,

each to the other,

and have declared the same

by giving and receiving gold and silver,

and by joining of hands...

I pronounce that they be man and wife together.

In the name of the Father,

of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost,

amen.

Well, there's nothing but friendly faces inside.

Real sleepy Sunday morning out here.

Yeah, and we'd better keep an eye out for Henry, just the same.

Congratulations, Nat. Thanks, Marshal.

I guess we didn't have much to worry about after all.

No, looks like you got nothing but friends around here. Yeah.

My brother-in-law didn't show up, though.

Give him time, it'll work out. I hope so.

Good luck to you. Thanks.

Is ever... everything all right, Mr. Dillon?

Sure, sure. Let's go over and watch 'em.

Good-bye, Father! Good-bye, Polly.

So long, folks- come and see us when you can.

Bye, Daddy!

Good-bye!

Oh-ho, my goodness, Mr. Dillon.

What's the matter, Deputy?

Oh, I don't know, I'm just like an old woman

when it comes to weddings.

You know, we ought to have more of them.

Well, if you like weddings so much,

now, why don't you do something about it?

Well, what could I do?

Well, you could have one of your own. Me?

Yeah. Why not?

Oh...

Now, Mr. Dillon, you know I couldn't do that.

I mean, my goodness, I don't even make enough money

to keep body and soul alive, let alone no wife

and kissing cousins and-and...

a passel of kids and all.

Well, you could start just with the wife.

Well, yeah.

I could start, yeah, but it wouldn't be long.

Hyah!

Oh, I...

I wish I had copper pennies for your eyes, Nat.

My goodness, it don't look like he's got much of a chance,

does he, Mr. Dillon?

Oh, don't he look nice, Marshal?

I laid him out right and proper.

What happened here, Beulah?

Well, I was on my way

to the wedding, and then suddenly there was a shot.

And then he just fell, clean out of the buggy.

Where's Polly?

She rode off.

Do what you can here, will you?

Yes, sir.

Polly.

You all right?

He's dead, ain't he, Marshal?

No, he's not dead, Polly, but he's hurt bad.

Did you see who did it?

No. There was a shot...

and he fell off.

The horses just kept running.

Why, Marshal, why does he have to die?

Maybe he's not going to die, Polly.

Was it Henry?

I don't know.

Come in.

Oh, Marshal.

Hello, Beulah.

And Chester. Oh. Beulah.

Won't you sit down?

No, thank you, Beulah.

Just wanted to ask you some questions.

Did you find who did it?

Well, we, uh, found a rifle

about 30 yards off the road, Beulah.

We looked around for some tracks,

but there weren't any- just yours.

No horse tracks?

No, there weren't any horse tracks.

Polly said that she didn't hear anybody on horseback.

Do you think I killed him, Marshal?

He's not dead, Beulah.

Huh?

He said he didn't know who shot him,

but we know it wasn't Henry Troyman.

No, 'cause, you see, Beulah, he was drinking at the time

in the Lady Gay.

You see, Beulah, we figured that, uh,

being as yours were the only tracks around there,

and that he was robbed after he was shot,

well, uh...

You mean, you want to search me, Marshal?

It's all right, you can if you want to.

I never meant anybody any harm.

I try to live and let live.

But I tried too hard.

You, uh, go right ahead, Marshal.

You look around.

Look back there.

Mr. Dillon...

looks like we looked everywhere, but...

Beulah, you'll have

to stand up for a minute.

Please, give it to me.

I want to keep it.

It's not yours to keep, Beulah.

Did you shoot him just for this?

A little bit.

Mostly I shot him for me.

I cared for that man.

He used to come and see me every now and then.

He'd get to drinking, and then he'd come and be nice to me.

I wasn't dirt to him like I was to everybody else.

When he was going to marry that Troyman woman,

I shot him.

I tried to kill him.

I thought...

I thought if he was dead,

it would be just like it never happened.

And...

I've have killed myself, but...

I don't know how.

We'd better go now, Beulah.

I'll have to go to prison, won't I?

Yeah.

All right.

That's enough like being dead.

Marshal.

Oh, hello, Sieberts.

Headed back to Virginia?

No, I reckon not.

Well, I heard that Polly and her father

and the whole family was headed back that way.

Yeah.

I gave them sort of a stake

and sent them back.

They're going to start plantation life again.

I, uh... seen Judge Brooking.

He's going to annul the marriage.

I see.

Well, I figure it was the only thing to do.

I'd never be any good for that girl.

It's too late for me to change.

I'm just like an old longhorn bull-

set in my ways.

I don't think I could ever fit in their scheme of things.

I, uh, thought you were ready to settle down.

I'll never be anything other than what I am.

And that ain't good enough for Polly.

She say that?

No, I did.

Well, anyway they're back where they belong,

and that's the end of it.

I see.

How's Beulah?

She's fine.

Might as well let her out.

I can't do that, Nat.

You might as well.

I ain't gonna press charges against her.

Well, she'll still have to stand trial.

Just be a formality, but, uh,

I can't turn her loose without bail.

It'll be $300.

Count it out.

Turn her loose.

Now?

Now.

Come on, Beulah.

You're free to go.

Somebody paid my bail?

Yeah.

He's not pressing charges against you, Beulah.

You won't be going to prison after all.

I'm glad, Marshal.

I was scared.

Chester said that you'd gone to Virginia.

Yeah, changed my mind.

Oh?

Beulah, I'll let you know when the case is decided.

Just don't leave town.

You've been nice, Marshal.

It helped a lot.

You know where to find me.

Yeah.

Well, I'll get you a receipt for this, Nat.

All right.

You know, Marshal, I've been figuring-

Beulah and I are kind of alike.

How's that?

Oh, she's no killer.

She just got off her course a little bit.

Just like I did.

Yeah, maybe.

Well, anyway, she won't be shooting me anymore.

How do you figure that?

I ain't gonna get married anymore.

So long, Marshal.

So long, Nat.