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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

You know, on the frontier,

the saloons are about the goin'est places in town.

And Dodge is filled with them.

A man can lose his wages, his girl, or even his life

in the course of one short evening.

On any given night you'll find them filled

with the pilgrims of the high plains...

Buffalo hunters, gamblers, trail hands,

and ordinary citizens on the prod.

But the one to keep an eye on is the owner.

He's the one who has to be able to skin a bear

or out-talk a curly wolf.

Matt Dillon, U.S. marshal.

Oh, Matt! Matt, hold on a minute.

- Doc. - Hi.

I was just coming over to see you.

You heard about the Lady Gay?

No. What happened?

Oh, you haven't heard then, or you wouldn't ask.

No. What is it?

Well, if you're going that way, come on I'll walk over with you.

All right.

Matter of fact, I was going over that way.

Say, what's the crowd doing over there?

That's what I mean. Why don't you find out?

If there's something you like better than a secret,

I don't know what it is.

Mr. Dillon! Mr. Dillon!

Have you heard about the Lady Gay?

Not you, too!

He's the only man in town that hasn't heard, Chester.

"Notice. The Lady Gay Saloon will reopen at 6:00 sharp.

New management and new policy. Everybody welcome."

Hey, Pete! Hey, Pete!

All right, hold it!

Come on! Come on! Quiet down!

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

If any of you men can read,

you can see the sign says 6:00.

Now, it ain't 6:00 yet so simmer down.

- What's she look like, Pete? - Huh?

I say, what's she look like?

If I told you, you wouldn't believe it.

Well? Well, what do you make of it, Mr. Dillon?

I don't know. Has the place been closed all day?

Well, that sign's been there since daybreak this morning.

Hmm. Well, I can't see her lasting.

I... I can't see two women running saloons in Dodge.

- Well, she... - I don't know about that.

There ought to be enough business in town for both of us.

Well, you see, the reason you do all right over at the Long Branch there

is because you got respectable customers like us here.

Oh. Well, I don't know

whether I'd go so far as to call you respectable.

Have you seen her?

No, no. Nobody's seen her.

She must've come in late last night.

Hmm. Probably some frilly-headed little Boston fluff.

Well, after you all have satisfied your curiosity,

come on over to the Long Branch and have a really cold beer.

Well, we won't be there right away because we want

to stay here and have a look at her, you know.

Oh, Doc, you just look 'til your heart's content.

I'll see you later.

You suppose that Herman Bleaker went and sold out?

Well, he must have. The sign says new owner Mamie.

Yeah.

Well, he sure didn't say anything to me about it

- yesterday morning. - You know, that's right.

I seen him over there at the livery stable

yesterday afternoon.

He was over there showing off one of them fancy vests

that he always orders from back east.

He didn't say a thing about it.

Must have been a fast sale.

Too fast if you ask me.

As a matter of fact, I ain't seen him today at all.

It's the first time I can recollect

that he ain't been walking up and down Front Street,

preening hisself like a pouter pigeon.

Oh, well, I don't think anything's happened to him

or anything like that. He'll be here, you wait and see.

He'll introduce that new woman.

Well...

Howdy, strangers! Welcome to the Lady Gay!

Come on in, boys!

Hold up there a minute

before you start swiggin' that stuff!

Boys, looks like we're going to be doing business together.

So let's get things straight right from the beginning.

I'll get you straight!

Now, in the first place,

the minute you stick your foot inside that door,

you're on my stomping ground.

I'm the boss of this shebang, and don't ever forget it.

I tell anybody to hop, he hops.

That all clear?

Ah, shut up and go home.

I aim to give the squarest deal in town here.

All the liquor's going to be aged over 30 days

and the dancing girls aged under 30 years.

The liquor's straight and the girls are... grateful.

The decks only have four aces,

and all the cards read only from the front side.

You'll get a fair shake for your money.

But I ain't going to stand for no fandangling.

And another thing is...

Shut up, you big mouth.

Mister, I'm talkin'.

So am I, you ol' battleaxe.

Excuse me, boys.

Pete, he pay for his drink?

Yes, ma'am.

All right, you wall-eyed maverick, come on!

This way!

Now, as I was saying, boys...

I just ain't going to stand for no fandangling.

Now, maybe some of you figured

I was wearing this here six-shooter for decoration.

Well, just cast your eye on the ace of spades

I got tacked up on the back wall.

Dead center.

All right, boys, first drink's on the house.

That's the last free drink you'll ever get here.

The only credit I give is for funeral expenses.

So belly up!

Well, that is pretty straight shootin', Mr. Dillon.

Uh-huh. Pretty fast, too.

Heh.

Well, you boys better go and take advantage of that free drink.

Well now, you must be the marshal.

That's right, ma'am. Matt Dillon.

Proud to shake your hand, Mr. Dillon.

Well, thank you. Welcome to Dodge City.

Mighty nice of you to express the sentiment, Marshal.

Reckon you won't have to bother with this place much

from here on in.

I'll take care of any trouble that starts.

Well, that'll be quite a change.

Some of the boys used to push Herman around

every now and then.

Ah, that runty little prairie dog!

You know, I didn't know he was planning to sell.

He must have made up his mind in a hurry, huh?

He sure did, Marshal. Just like that.

Mm-hmm. Changed his living quarters, I suppose, has he?

Yep. Moved right out last night.

You have any idea where he's holed up?

Well, I, uh, believe he might have left town, Marshal.

Now that I recall, I think he said something about

going to St. Louis or someplace like that.

Mm-hmm.

Well, if he comes back, let me know, will you?

There's a couple of things I'd like to ask him.

I sure will, Marshal.

Thank you.

Drop in again anytime.

What'd she say about Herman, Mr. Dillon?

She thinks he left town.

Huh?

Let's get out of here, hmm?

A nightcap?

No. No, thanks. Why don't you have one?

Thanks.

You didn't, by any chance, go by the livery stable, did you?

Yeah. I just came from there. Hmm.

Find anything out?

Well, Bleaker's horse is still there, and Moss Grimmick said

he didn't say anything about leaving town.

Ah. He didn't leave town, Doc.

She came in on the 9:00 train last night.

There's only one train out after that, at midnight.

And Bleaker wasn't on it.

Stage line?

No, I checked the agent there.

Well, that settles it. She done him in.

Well, now wait a minute.

You can't jump to conclusions like that.

I mean, he could be holed up somewhere around here, you know.

Might be in a rooming house...

Oh, Mr. Dillon, I... I just checked every rooming house

and hotel along Front Street.

Herman Bleaker ain't in none of them.

As a matter of fact,

ain't nobody seen him since 9:00 last night.

But Manuel, here, I just run into him down the street.

He says that he's got something he'd like to tell you.

All right, Manuel.

Buenas noches, Señores.

What's on your mind?

Uh, my friend Antonio who is work at the railroad depot,

he has told me you have come down

and asked about the little one,

Señor Bleaker, and about the other, the señora.

She is like one great oso, like one bear, you call it.

Well, did you come to tell me something about her or Bleaker?

Sí, Señor, about the señora.

Last night I see something which is most strange.

What was it?

I am come home very late last night.

One hour, two hour before the dawn.

I was visit... with a friend, you understand.

I understand.

I walk home in much hurry, and all of a sudden

on a root cellar, which is on the bank of the arroyo,

I see a door open and a lantern is coming.

And this lantern is coming toward me,

closer and closer and closer.

And when it is almost next to me, Señor, it is this woman,

who I never seen no one like her.

What a scare, Señor!

Well, I can understand that.

What was she doing?

No sabe, Señor.

Oh! But is now the important thing.

She was carrying something in the hand.

What was it?

A shovel, Señor.

Hold up, Matt.

It's soft here, I think.

See that?

Find something?

By golly, them's Herman's boots, all right.

See that gold braid around there?

I'd recognize them anywhere.

- Sure of that? - Well, yeah.

I've seen him wear 'em lots of times.

Need some help with that?

Sure seems a shame, don't it?

I mean, he didn't cause nobody no trouble at all

that I know of.

There it is.

That's all I got.

What is it?

Well, that's hardpan. That's as deep as the hole goes.

Well, that sure ain't big enough for a body.

Yeah.

You mean, you think she buried him somewheres else?

Well, that... that coat there... Well, that could be anybody's.

I've seen a lot of them around Dodge.

Wait a minute.

The're only one fella who can wear a vest like that

around town... that's Herman's.

- Yeah. - Hold on here a minute.

What is this?

Don't look to me like he's ever going to wear it again, though.

Why, Doc?

That looks like blood to me.

Well, this does not have to be very conclusive.

Maybe this'll be a waste of time.

Pretty sure it'll be human blood, though.

And if it is...

You're sure going to have to arrest that woman.

Doc, how'd you like to try and arrest that woman?

No, sir. Not me.

Yeah, you have quite a problem there.

I don't recall...

if you've ever been in quite such a predicament.

You know, she's just...

she's just crazy enough to start a gunfight with you.

Mm-hmm. I know.

She's awful fast on the draw, too. Like chained lightning.

Oh, yeah.

Now, Doc, look here.

That blood could have gotten on that vest

in a lot of different ways. Maybe Herman hurt himself,

or maybe he was skinning a deer or something.

This is very interesting.

What is it?

This is sure enough blood from a higher animal.

A higher animal? What are you talking about?

Well, I mean, it's not a chicken

or a rabbit or anything like that.

Why not?

Well, if it would, there'd be a nucleus.

Well, you wouldn't understand it, but it's, uh,

it's blood from a higher animal, a human or a monkey.

- Something like that. - What is it?

Well, how long's it been since you've seen a monkey in Dodge?

So did you talk to the barkeep?

Yeah. He said that when he come to work this morning

that... that Mamie was inside waiting for him

and that she told him to come back at 5:00 this afternoon.

Had he seen Herman?

No. No, he hadn't seen Herman at all.

Hadn't seen him since 9:00 last night.

Yeah, there you are.

Hmm. Just a minute.

Just because Herman has disappeared

doesn't necessarily mean that Mamie had anything to do with it.

Well, then how do you suppose she's running the store

and telling everybody she's the owner?

How come she told you that Herman left town

and... and then she went and buried his clothes

in the middle of the night?

You know, Doc, I think I'll just deputize you

and let you make the arrest.

No, sir. I wouldn't raise my hand against a woman.

Especially that one.

Well, now just a minute there, Mr. Dillon.

I mean, shooting at a card is a whole lot different

than a real gunfight.

I'll bet you if you tried to arrest her,

she wouldn't even resist at all.

You really believe that?

No.

Yeah. Well, then let's go.

I got to get that gun away from her somehow.

Well, that ain't gonna be no easy job.

I've never drawn a gun on a woman yet,

and I don't aim to start now.

Come on over, Marshal!

I think I got an idea that might work.

Just go along with me, will you?

Yeah.

Hello, Mamie.

Mighty glad you dropped in again, boys.

Well, we just thought we'd stop by to see how you're getting along.

Like a kid with an all-day sucker and two tongues.

Well, did you find that little weasel Herman Bleaker yet?

No, you said he left town.

Well, I thought he might have

seeing that he said something about it.

Ah, forget that little worm, Marshal. Have a shot of poison.

No. No, thanks, Mamie.

As a matter of fact, we came here

hoping you could solve a little bet for us.

What kind of a bet?

Well, you know that shooting of that ace of spades you did.

Chester here thinks that's a fluke.

He doesn't believe you can do that six times in a row.

Yeah.

Well, the card's still up there.

We can soon settle it.

Stand aside, boys. Mamie's going to limber up.

You ain't hurt. Stay where you are.

That's three.

All dead center.

That's five of 'em.

What's the matter, Mamie?

Well, I got me a set of rules I go by, Marshal.

And one's never to fire my last shot.

Oh.

Well, that's a good rule, I guess.

Reckon that loses the bet for you.

Yeah, well, I reckon it does.

You hit it five times in a row.

You ain't likely to miss a sixth time.

Mighty nice of you to admit it there, Lester.

Chester.

Lester, Chester. Still mighty nice of you.

Say, Mamie, you know, that's a pretty nice gun you got there.

Best shootin' iron on the whole dang prairie.

Say, would you mind if I take a look at that?

Mm-hmm. Chester, look at that. That's a nice gun.

Oh, yes. That, uh... Good... good balance.

You know, Mamie, I, uh, I got a little trick of my own

I'd kind of like to show you here.

Is that so?

Come here! Give me your arm here.

There we are.

Now, what do you think of that, huh?

You know, you're under arrest, Mamie.

You... Hold on! Hold on there now!

Just hold still. You're chained to me,

and you're going to stay that way until I get you in a cell,

so you might as well get used to it.

Why, you no-good... That's enough now!

Besides, you're going to be better off in a jail anyway

after the word gets around.

You know, there was a lot of people thought quite a bit of Herman Bleaker.

Oh, that runty, sawed-off prairie dog!

No excuse for murderin' him in cold blood!

What?

It looks to me like that's what happened.

You got a little explaining to do, Mamie. Let's go.

But... I... You heard him, Mamie!

You murdered me!

Bleaker!

Biggest night of my whole life, Marshal!

To hear somebody shut Mamie up and make her take it.

The marshal's a gentleman, you little weasel.

He knows how to talk to a lady!

And to hear you say how much the town thinks of me,

that's real nice.

Herman, what's all this about?

I'll tell you what it's all about!

This here little grub worm run out on me

in Cincinnati three years ago,

and I've been huntin' for him ever since!

Last night I caught up with him.

And I whaled the living daylights out of him,

you little cockroach.

She pert near killed me, Marshal.

I've been up there in my room all day,

just too bruised and embarrassed to hobble downstairs.

Why'd you bury his clothes?

Marshal, would you want to be married to a man

that dressed the way he did?

Married?

Yes, married.

We've had our ups and downs over the years, Herman and me.

But, well, you know how it is.

Yeah. Chester, you got the key to these handcuffs?

Oh, yes, sir.

By golly, I did have them. You suppose maybe I lost them

where we was digging?

Chester, haven't you got it?

No.

Well, I guess maybe you ought to go get a hacksaw or something.

Yeah.

But first, let's all have a beer!

Yeah, let's all have a beer! Move!

Well, I can think of a lot worse fellas to be chained up to.

Well... here's to the weaker sex.

Yeah, whichever one that is.

Marshal, you know which one.

Here, drink this!

Herman.