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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Put it on the books over at the store, Walter.

Pay me when you can.

I'll be right with you, mister.

Now, what can I do for you, mister?

Hmpf.

You must have rode out of the war with this one.

Just tell me if you can fix it.

Fought with the Rebs, didn't you?

I'm proud to have fought on the side of honor.

I can always tell from the guns.

A piece like this. Colt Navy. Mm-hmm.

That's about the only type of guns you Rebs could get, ja?

Just tell me if you can fix it, please. Put it back in firin' shape.

Ah, well, now, mister. That is a...

That's a... a pretty old gun.

I was told you were the best gunsmith west of St. Louis.

So? Ha. Ja. Well, mister,

I can fix it so that perhaps it will even fire metal cartridges.

Just so it will work.

But I don't see the sense of it.

That Colt Peacemaker you're wearing.

That is new. That's a far better gun.

I'll be taking a room at the Dodge House.

My name is Lee Grayson.

Please deliver that gun when it's ready.

Storekeeper?

Storekeeper?

Man: Be with you in a minute!

Well, hurry it up.

You runnin' a business here or not?

Well, I got other things to do

than stand around waitin' for customers, mister.

I can see that.

Well, did you just come in to complain, or did you want to buy somethin'?

I want a coffin.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, mister.

I do not require sympathy, sir, just a coffin.

Well, I have coffins. They're out back.

How much was you figurin' on spendin'?

Price is unimportant, provided I get just what I want.

Now, I'm afraid I don't have any fancy ones.

There's not much call for 'em out here.

I don't want anything fancy.

I want a plain box.

The kind the North used in the War Between the States.

You mean an army coffin?

Why, I never handle nothin' that cheap.

Well, have one made, then.

Well, if you insist.

I wish you'd take a look out back.

What I got's much better.

I want one exactly like the kind they buried Yankee soldiers in!

Oh, it's going to be a military funeral, huh?

Well, not exactly.

The deceased was a soldier?

Oh, yes. He was a soldier.

Well, I guess it don't make no difference what kind of coffin a man's buried in.

This man doesn't deserve anything better than a Yankee coffin.

I'll be back for it in the morning.

Howdy.

I was wondering if you could give me some information, sir.

Oh, well, I was kind of wonderin' what you was wonderin'.

What can I do for ya?

Do you live here, sir?

Yeah.

Then perhaps you'd be kind enough to direct me to the local minister?

Well, I'll tell ya.

I just... I don't know.

You see, he left Dodge about two months ago.

Uh, what do you want the preacher for anyway?

For a burial.

To read the service.

Oh, that's too bad.

Who died?

No one of your acquaintance, sir.

Is the body here in Dodge?

Oh, no. Not yet.

Oh, it's bein' freighted in?

Oh no, sir. No, sir.

He is riding in.

Thank you for your kindness.

Here you are, Marshal.

- There you go. - Thanks.

Thanks, Clem.

Well, here's looking at you.

Oh, well thank you.

Mmm.

You know, Matt,

if business doesn't pick up around here pretty soon,

I might have to go straight.

I mean, you know, open a candy store or dress shop or somethin' like that.

Oh, be patient, Kitty.

Those trail herds will be in any day now.

Yeah? When?

There's one coming in from the Pan Handle,

be two or three days out.

Hmm.

Well, I dread the riot, but I should will welcome those boys.

You're lucky.

What do you mean?

Well, the trail herds arrive, and all the trouble starts,

and you make all the money.

Well, I'll gladly cut you in as partner.

No, thanks.

I didn't want to get rich anyway.

Who's gettin' rich?

- Uh-oh. - Hmm?

Oh, he's just comin' in out of the sun.

- I doubt it. Chester. - Miss Kitty.

You lookin' for me, are ya?

Uh, well, no. Not exactly.

I was just comin' in to try and get out of the sun.

What... What's the matter?

Nothin'. Nothin'.

He just thought you were bringin' trouble with ya.

Well, I ain't so sure that I ain't.

What do you mean?

Well, this... I'll tell you, Mr. Dillon.

The more you think about it, the crazier it sounds.

For heaven's sakes, Chester.

Well, Miss Kitty, now, what would you think

if a feller come up to you and asked you for, uh,

where he could find a preacher for a buryin',

and the fella to be buried wasn't even dead yet?

Hmm?

Well, that's what he done.

Who did?

Well, I don't know his name.

He's, uh, I never seen him before.

Well, where was he?

Well, he was out there on the street.

I was just settin' there whittlin'.

I see him come out of Jonas' store, and he just walked right up to me.

I see. And that's all he said?

Yeah. Well, the fella to be buried

wasn't bein' freighted in, that he was ridin' in.

Hmm.

Sounds interesting.

Yeah, well, we'd better go check into that.

See you later, Kitty.

Okay, Matt.

Come on, Chester.

That's about all I can tell you, Marshal.

Except he's pretty high and mighty about things.

I just didn't care for the man at all.

There's something wrong with him,

like he was always carrying a big chip around on his shoulder.

He didn't say what his name was?

No. No, he didn't.

Just that he was coming back after the coffin tomorrow, huh?

That's right. I got a man workin' on it now.

It ain't gonna take long as it's just a cheap, army-type box.

If that don't beat all.

Well, thanks, Mr. Jonas.

Oh, say, Marshal.

There's one thing might help.

This morning I took a keg of powder over to Walt Dahl's.

And that fella come in there just as I was leavin'.

You mean the gunsmith's?

Yeah. Maybe he knows something.

Well, we'll go check with him. Thanks again.

Yeah.

Lee Grayson, huh?

Yeah, stayin' at the Dodge House.

Sounds like he's crazy, don't it?

Most murderers are, Chester.

Yeah, but what with that old Colt and the coffin,

sounds like he's gonna put on a theater show or something.

Let's get over there and find out.

Well hello, Marshal.

Dobie.

I'm lookin' for a man by the name of Grayson.

Lee Grayson.

Why, yes, he come in just this morning.

So I heard.

He couldn't have done nothing wrong.

Why, he's a real fine southern gentleman, Marshal.

Mm-hmm. What room's he in?

Uh, 105. Top of the stairs, to the right.

Thank you.

Your name Lee Grayson?

That's right.

My name's Dillon. I'm the marshal here in Dodge.

U.S. marshal.

That's right. I'd like to talk to ya.

Come on in.

Oh, we meet again.

My name's Chester Goode.

I kinda work for the marshal here.

I thought you came into town on horseback.

I did. I had that sent ahead by freight.

I see. You plan to stay around town a while?

Not long. But I have become accustomed

to an occasional change of clothing now and again.

Especially since the war.

Since the war?

You know what it's like in the army, Marshal.

Any army.

- Mm-hmm. - And unlike most southerners,

I have managed to do quite well since the war.

The war's over, Grayson.

Not for me.

Who's the man you're after?

His name is Tom Haskett.

He's ridin' up the trail from the Pan Handle with a herd of cattle.

Well, since you know that much,

you probably know that the herd is due in in a day or so.

And I will be waitin' for him.

With that old Navy Colt that's down at Dahl's gun shop?

That's the gun.

And there's nothin' you can do to stop me, Marshal.

There's nothin' anybody can do to save Tom Haskett's life.

I spared it once myself.

It's the worst mistake I ever made.

Well, you'll be makin' a bigger mistake if you try to kill him now.

I had him there...

lying at my feet, wounded.

A Yankee soldier.

And I had that same gun in my hand, the one that's bein' fixed.

And I'll tell you, Marshal, I should have used it

because two years later, he was with Sherman,

and he led his men in burnin' my home just outside Atlanta.

And my wife was killed trying to escape.

I see.

Well, Grayson, I can understand your feelings.

But killin' that man now is not gonna to help you any.

There's no law on earth that's going to stop me, Marshal.

It's taken me years to find Tom Haskett.

And now I've found him.

And now he is gonna die.

Mm-hmm.

Come on, Chester.

Well, Mr. Dillon, what are you gonna do about him?

There's no arguing with him.

He's lived with his hate so long, it's burned away his reason.

Well, you ain't gonna just let him shoot

this Haskett fella down, though, are ya?

No, no. We'll keep an eye on him.

If it looks like he's going to go through with it,

we'll throw him in jail until Haskett leaves town.

Good heavens. Chester makes better coffee than that.

Now, don't tell him, or you'll spoil him.

Heh. Where is he this morning?

He left early. Stopped by the stable

to see Moss Grimmick before anything happened.

Why?

Well, I guess Moss owes him a couple of dollars

from a poker game last night or somethin'.

You know, maybe that's the way

I ought to go after the people that owe me money.

Get 'em early in the morning while they're still groggy.

Well, good idea.

Matt, you remember...

You remember that bullet I took out of your leg about a month ago?

Yeah. You did a good job on it.

Mm-hmm.

Well, now wait a minute.

5.50 right there, if you please.

5.50?

Yep.

What's the 50 cents for?

'Cause I did such a good job.

Put it right there, please.

Thank you very much.

The least you can do is buy the breakfast out of it.

Oh, I'll do that gladly.

And you know,

I'm being to have just a glimmer of respect

for Chester's business ability.

Well, here's your chance to prove it.

How do you mean?

Buy him a breakfast, too.

Well, good mornin', Doc.

- Chester. - Mr. Dillon.

Chester, sit down. Have some breakfast.

Well, I was just over...

You must be awful hungry, aren't ya?

Yes.

Chester, now anything you're about to hear is just a plain untruth.

Don't pay any attention to it.

Well, I wasn't gonna hear anything.

I was gonna tell you somethin' if you'd just give me a chance.

You see, I just been over at Moss Grimmick's,

and just as I was about to leave,

he happened to mention that this Lee Grayson feller

had saddled up about an hour ago and rode out of town.

Where was he headed?

Well, Moss asked him that, too,

and all he said was that there was a trail herd

that he'd been waitin' for, was about a day's ride out of Dodge,

and he was gonna out there to meet a feller.

Well, Doc, this is your lucky day.

You just saved yourself the price of a breakfast.

Come on, Chester.

You the cook for this outfit, mister?

Well, I ain't no painted lady.

I'm lookin' for a man named Tom Haskett.

Is that a fact?

You see, he's an old friend of mine.

We haven't seen each other since the war.

He is on this drive, isn't he?

Why don't you hang around and find out?

Well, now, you see, I'd just kind of like to surprise him.

I don't think he ever expected to see me again,

and I'd like to arrange it so we could meet in private.

There ain't much privacy out here, mister.

Might be over by that creek bed.

Now, when he gets back to camp,

you could just send him over there to me.

Why should I?

'Cause I happen to have

a full bottle of drinkin' whiskey in my saddlebag.

Well, a man does get kind of dry out here.

Good.

Hello. Cook said you wanted to see me.

You don't remember me.

No, can't say as I do.

Maybe I could help you.

You remember Manassas?

Second Bull Run? You bet I do!

Picked up some grape shot in my leg.

Was you there, too?

I was there.

Hey, you sound like a Reb.

I was a Confederate calvary man.

Oh, now wait a minute.

We met in a stream bed, a little bit like this one.

You were lying there wounded, firin' as we advanced.

Yeah, and my gun jammed. Well, you could've shot me easy,

if you'd wanted to.

But you didn't.

You're Grayson.

That's right, Haskett.

Lee Grayson.

Well, I'll be doggoned!

I'm sure proud of the chance to shake your hand.

You remember we exchanged names, said we might meet again one day?

I didn't come here to shake your hand, Haskett.

Oh.

I came here to kill you.

Oh, now, here, now.

I held this gun on you once before.

I let you live then.

Not this time.

What is this? Are you crazy?

Maybe I am.

Maybe a man goes crazy thinking about his home burned down,

his wife killed...

thinking about the man that did it.

Me? What are you talkin' about?

I'm talkin' about you and your men with Sherman.

You mean in Georgia?

I mean outside Atlanta.

Now, listen, Grayson. You got to listen.

I ain't never been in Georgia in my life.

Not before the war, not during the war, not after.

That's not what your sergeant said.

My sergeant?

He identified you just before he died.

Lieutenant Tom Haskett's company, he said.

It was my company before that.

But I... I was captured then.

I was captured on the way there.

I was in prison.

You seen a Southerner around here, lookin' for a man named Haskett?

A Southerner? Why?

Mister, I'm a United States marshal.

I don't have time to stand here arguing with you.

Shootin's an easy way out for you, Haskett.

Now wait, Grayson.

I'm done with waitin'.

No, you don't...

Dillon: You men stay here!

You burn a man's home.

You kill a man's wife.

All after your own life has been saved.

Go on and die, blast you! Die!

All right, throw the gun down.

You're too late, Marshal.

Is that Haskett?

That's him.

Haskett? Haskett, can you hear me?

He's crazy. Plumb crazy.

It ain't true.

Is he hurt bad, Mr. Dillon?

Yeah. Looks like he's bleedin' inside.

It's a long ways to Dodge.

We can't move him anyway, Chester.

You'd better ride for Doc.

If you hurry, you can get back here before dawn.

Well, I'll hurry, all right.

Haskett, you're gonna be all right.

We're gonna get a doctor for ya.

You'd better hurry up.

Now, you... you just take it easy.

Easy now.

You just rest there.

Won't do you any good, Marshal.

If you save his life, I'll just find him again and shoot him.

Mr. Dillon, got him.

Oh, good.

- Matt. - Doc.

Made good time.

Chester: Yeah.

You have any trouble finding the way?

No. No, we just rode right through the cords

and then picked up the creek bed and rode straight here.

You did some hard ridin'.

Yeah, we did.

All to save the life of plunderer.

Killer of women!

Fine way to talk about killin' people, mister.

What do you think, Doc?

Well, it's not good at all.

Doc. Doc.

Now, you just be quiet.

I'm gonna try to find this bullet and let's get it out of there.

Doc Adams...

Don't you remember me?

No, it don't make any difference.

You just be quiet.

Doc, look at me.

I'm Haskett.

Tom Haskett.

I don't know anybody by the name of Haskett.

I'll talk to you about it later.

Now you just save your strength.

It's not gonna be easy.

Libby Prison.

Libby Prison, Doc.

What about Libby Prison?

I was there.

My eye.

You... You took a sliver of steel out.

You saved my eye, Doc.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

Tell him.

Tell him.

I was there, Doc.

Doc, you remember him?

I sure do.

He was at Libby Prison with you during the war?

I worked for two weeks to save that eye.

I'll never forget this scar He sure was.

He was there right up 'til the end of the war?

Yes.

Well, he couldn't very well have been in Georgia with Sherman, could he?

Well, of course not.

Did you hear that, Grayson?

He's lyin'.

They're both lyin'.

He's dead.

Matt, Haskett's dead, too.

Chester: Oh, that's a shame.

He was just as innocent as he could be.

Yeah. Well, war can sure cause a lot of hell.

At least this one's over with.

Trouble is like most wars, it ended too late.