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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

The old sot!

Pity it don't finish him off.

Gives us a bad name having your uncle around like that.

Come on, Martha.

You all right, Crowbait?

Don't you touch me. Don't touch me.

Get out of my way.

Get back!

Dang golly, Mr. Dillon, these doggone eastern newspapers

will print just about anything!

Just, uh, it pert near chokes you up in your craw,

the things in here that they expect you to believe.

Uh, you listening?

Um, something choking you up, is that it?

Yeah, well it says here that they got a train

over in England that'll do 150 miles in three hours flat.

Pretty fast.

Well, heh, you don't believe that, do you?

It's possible, I guess.

Aw...

A human being wasn't meant to go that fast, Mr. Dillon.

Why... Why, that would get a person's innards

all out of whack.

Why, a person would choke to death trying to breathe

going that fast. It's just, uh...

It... No. If a person was meant to go that fast, Mr. Dillon,

the Good Lord would've put wheels on him to begin with.

I guess maybe you're right.

Oh, howdy, Doc.

- Chester. - Doc.

How are you?

Uh, where you been?

Well, I just came from over at the livery stable.

What, Moss sick?

Oh, no, no. It's old Crowbait Bob.

Moss has been letting him sleep there in the hayloft, you know.

Oh, something wrong with Bob?

Well, nothing much that 30 years off his life wouldn't cure

or a few thousand less bottles of bad whiskey.

Well, I thought old Bob was out there prospecting

somewheres out in the Kiowa.

Well, yeah, he goes out there. But he came in tonight.

And he just barely made it, too, according to the stable boy.

He got worried about him and came and got me.

Said he was sick. And he is, too. He's awful sick.

Well, if he's that sick, he probably shouldn't be up

in that hayloft, should he?

Well, no. I know that.

By golly, Matt, I don't know what to do about it.

I don't know where to take him.

Those kinfolks of his won't have anything to do with him.

Yeah, I know.

You know, I kind of liked old Bob myself.

He's all right.

Well, look, maybe we could put him up here

in one of these cells for a while.

Well, could you do that?

Well, I don't know why not.

One of us is usually around.

We could look in on him occasionally.

It's warm in here.

Well, that would be just fine, just fine.

I'll tell you what.

I've got a stretcher over in the office.

And I'll pick up a couple of fellas

and we'll just bring him right on over here.

Wait a minute. Could you... Could you get back over there

and see him right away?

Yeah, why?

Well, he just insists on talking to you about something.

And I... I know we won't get him to budge out of there

until he does.

All right.

I wonder what he wants.

Well, I don't know. But it's awful important to him.

Sure hasn't got very long.

Bob.

Bob, it's Matt Dillon.

Hello, Marshal.

I know'd you'd come.

I know'd the doc told you to come.

Well, sure. You bet ya.

When an old pal is a little bit under the weather...

Yeah.

More than that.

As far as I'm concerned, Marshal,

you're the only man in Dodge City that's worth a hoot.

Well, of course outside of Chester.

He's always been kind to me.

And Moss Gremmick, he lets me sleep here.

But outside of them, the rest of 'em ain't worth

the powder it'd take to...

I'm a liar, Marshal.

You are, huh?

Yeah. There's lots of nice folks here.

I guess I was thinking about them like my sanctimonious niece

and that sneaky lout of a husband of hers.

Well, Bob, I was wondering about them.

Do you think I ought to let them know that you're sick like this?

No! No, don't you tell 'em!

They don't care nothing about me.

Let 'em sit out there on that fine ranch of theirs and rot.

All right, now just take it easy.

They're not worth getting worked up over.

No, you're darn right they ain't.

Bob, what can I do for you?

Marshal... I want to make my will.

Your will?

I know'd it when I was out there on the Kiowas

that there's something bad wrong with me.

I wasn't able to stand up half of the time

but I kept driving myself, kept making myself go...

to get back here.

Because I know'd it was important.

There's only one thing I got to leave anybody, Marshal.

It's this here.

I want you to take care of it for me.

And it ain't to be opened until after I'm dead and gone.

All right, Bob.

I'll take care of everything for you.

Well, it'd be mighty nice of you, too, Marshal.

I sure appreciate it.

Say now!

It's been a long time since I've seen a model like that.

Yeah.

I've had that a long time, Marshal.

It's been a good gun.

Got me out of a many a tight spot, saved my life once.

But I'll never need it again.

Might as well throw that in, too, for whatever it's worth.

All right.

Bob, I'll make out a will of some kind for you and

you can sign it.

Well, that'd be mighty nice of you, Marshal.

I appreciate it, too, because that box is mighty valuable.

And I'm going to be sure the right party gets it.

Who's it going to?

It goes to Miss Kitty.

Miss Kitty?

She's a fine girl, Marshal.

She's a mighty fine girl.

She's an angel, that's what she is.

She's a downright angel.

What do you think you're doing?! Leave my girl...

I'll teach you to horse around

with my girl, you no good whiskey thumber, you!

All right, that's enough of that!

- Yeah, but... - Get out of here!

Horsing around with my girl!

Get out of here right now!

That goes for anybody else who decides to turn this place

into some kind of a bullring.

I'll buy you a drink on that performance.

Thanks, Ace. Later maybe.

Kitty, what's going on around here anyway?

The usual.

Nothing you can't handle, I'll bet.

Let's sit down.

All right.

How is he?

Oh, Crowbait?

Oh, don't call him that. Is he any better?

No. No, he's not doing so good, Kitty.

According to Doc, he's just getting weaker.

If it keeps up this way,

you'll be an heiress before long.

You know, it must be awful to lie there and know you're dying

and not have anybody around.

Well, Chester's with him.

Oh, I mean, you know, somebody that's your own flesh and blood.

Well, I told him I'd be happy

to get Martha Gutler and her husband,

but he wouldn't have any part of it.

His niece? I don't blame him, the way they've treated him.

- Ah, thanks, Clem. - You bet.

You know, I can't figure out his making you his heiress.

I didn't know you knew him that well.

I just treated him like a human being.

Well, a man can afford one beer can afford 2.

Sit down, Doc.

Clem, how about another beer?

All right. Well, Kitty...

Now, Doc, don't even bother

to ask me what it feels like to become an heiress.

He's driving me crazy asking me the same question.

Well...

There's an easy way to stop it, Kitty.

What do you mean?

I'll buy out your claim, sight unseen.

Claim on what?

Old Bob never had two quarters to rub together.

I'm a gambler.

How much of a gambler?

$1,000.

I'll pay you right now... in cash.

You must be crazy.

Maybe not.

Might be a million dollars in that box of his.

On the other hand, it might be worthless.

What do you say, Kitty?

Well, Ace, I... I'll tell you whatever's in that box...

Whether it's worthless or not...

Bob wanted me to have it.

And, well, that's the way it's going to be.

$1,000 isn't come by every day, Kitty.

No sale, Ace.

Well, if you change your mind...

Is he serious, you think?

Sure sounded that way.

It's awful funny...

Ace wanting to pay that much money for it.

Maybe he knows something.

No. He's just a gambler, Doc.

Well, then he knows something about odds.

Oh, odds, Doc?

You know as well as I do that Bob doesn't have a penny.

There's nothing of any value in that box.

Hey, guys, come on over to the Lady Gay!

A fella's buying drinks all around,

some prospector found gold out on the Kiowas. Come on!

Wait a minute. Isn't that where old Bob's

been doing his prospecting, out there in the Kiowas?

Well, sure. But so were 500 others.

And one of 'em is bound to strike something

once in a while, Doc.

Do you suppose that's why Ace wanted to buy me out?

Well, that's what I mean.

Well, he may have heard about the strike

before he came in here, Kitty.

But those Kiowas cover a lot of territory.

He may not have been anywheres near that strike.

Well, it's possible.

Well, look... whatever you get in that box will be yours.

I think that's the way it should be.

After all she's done for him, she deserves it.

- Oh, hush up, Doc! - What do you mean?

Well, where do you think old Bob's been getting his meals?

I don't know.

Well, you knew he'd been sleeping

over at the livery stable, Moss Gremmick's, didn't you?

Yeah.

Well, Kitty's been feeding him here for two years.

Why not?

We waste enough food around here to feed 10 men like him.

Didn't cost me anything.

Well, I don't care. It was an awful nice thing for you to do.

Go on, drink your beer. I'm going to get me one.

Mr. Dillon.

Yeah.

We got visitors.

Well, good evening, Mrs. Gutler, Elbin.

- Howdy. - Evening, Marshal.

Now, what brings you to Dodge?

You know dang well what brings us.

Oh?

Poor Uncle Robert, laying in there,

maybe sick to death,

and this upstart's saying we can't see him.

Upstart...

Now, let's see. Poor old Uncle Robert.

That couldn't mean Crowbait Bob, by any chance, could it?

Now, Marshal, you're insulting a very dear relative of my wife.

Why, we had no idea Uncle Robert was laid down

and ailing like this, Marshal.

Well, I don't suppose you did.

You haven't even spoken to him for 5 years, have you?

Well now, Marshal, you know how it is.

Just a little family misunderstanding. That's all.

Why, when one's own kin is laid bad sick,

why, a body would have to be mighty heartless

not to let bygones be bygones.

Mm-hmm.

Why, I even brung him some nice chicken broth.

And I baked him an egg custard pie.

Well, that was mighty thoughtful of you.

Now, Marshal, it's like Martha said.

We're ready to let bygones be bygones.

When did you get ready? After you heard the rumors?

- Rumors? - About his being wealthy?

Why, we never heard rumors like that, Marshal.

That dancehall girl ain't going to get a cent, Marshal.

So you did hear, huh?

We'll take her to court.

Good. You do that,

if you can find a way to break a legal will.

He wasn't in his right mind!

I don't think Doc Adams would agree with you on that.

We demand to see him, Marshal, right this minute!

Sorry. He left orders not to be disturbed.

Then you take these vittles in there,

and you tell him who brung 'em!

Take the stuff back, Chester.

There you go.

And you be sure and tell him we brung 'em!

That'll change his mind.

Well, howdy there, Bob. How you feeling?

I got some nice vittles for you here.

I got some hot chicken broth.

And there's custard pie looks awful good.

Oh, I don't know if I'm hungry right now, Chester.

Well... I kind of think you...

You ought to try and eat it while it's still hot.

Elbin and Martha, they was the ones that brought it over.

Ah, them two.

Oh now, Bob, they just...

Here, let me give you a hand here,

set you up a little bit.

You ought to get something on that stomach, I think.

Get your strength back.

What's the matter?

I'm just tired, Chester.

Awful tired.

Terrible thing, a woman like Kitty

undermining an old man's feeling for his own kinfolk.

She kept him from starving.

'Tain't natural. A person's own out to come first.

Well now, if you're so anxious to help him,

why don't you go out and pay some of his bills around town?

What bills?

Well, he owes $15 or $20 to Moss Gremmick,

20 or so down at the General Store.

Well... well if he's got all this money,

why ain't he paid them hisself?

I didn't ask him.

Well, it seems mighty funny to me...

Hush up, Martha.

It might just make him stop and think twice if we was to do it.

Pay our good money for bills this old coot's...

I said hush up, Martha.

We won't be troubling you no more, Marshal.

We'll be back later to see how he's feeling.

'Night, Marshal.

Don't you say hush up to me again!

Hush up, Martha!

They gone?

Yeah.

I don't know, Mr. Dillon.

Old Bob in there, he just don't look right to me at all.

He just... well, I think I ought to go get Doc is what I think.

All right, Chester.

Hello, Matt.

Hello, Kitty.

Here she is, Mr. Dillon.

I just feel terrible about this.

I know how you feel, Kitty. Come on, sit down.

I just hope he had a good life somewhere along the line.

Well, could I get you a cup of coffee or something like that?

You sure could, Chester. Thank you.

OK. Look, I know you probably don't feel like it.

But I'd like to get this whole thing settled right now.

What do you say we open the box?

I just wish he hadn't done it.

I felt sorry for him. I didn't expect anything.

I know, but...

Goddang you, Marshal! You tricked us.

All that good, hard cash.

Well, have you folks met Miss Russell?

We paid out $86.40 on bad debts for that old sulk

before we ran into Doc and found out he died.

And without him knowing what we done for him!

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Well, it's easy for you to talk doing his kin out of

what rightfully belongs to them.

- Why, you... - Easy, Kitty.

- You see what kind she is, Marshal?

Fancy her getting all that wealth

after we paid out all that money on his debts.

And him too far gone to know about it!

The way I hear, that box's chuck-full of gold.

Well, whatever this box is full of belongs to Miss Russell here.

So I'd suggest that you two go on back home and forget it.

Forget it?!

With a fortune that's rightfully ours

about to slip through our fingers?!

Now, don't you move, Marshal. You neither.

Now, don't be a fool, Elbin.

That gun hasn't been loaded in 15 years.

Besides, the cylinder's rusted.

Now, put it back on the table.

Aah!

All right, Chester, take him out and lock him up.

All right.

Do you have to lock him up?

For attempted robbery and assault with a deadly weapon.

Maybe Judge Bent can think of something else.

Now, court will be at 10:00 tomorrow morning

if you want to be there.

What am I going to do tonight?

Well, I'd suggest that you get a room at the Dodge House

and think about your sins.

Well!

Well!

Kitty, come on. Let's get this box open

before it causes some more trouble.

Here you are.

Well, why don't you do it?

All right.

Why, it's just full of money.

Yeah. Heh.

Confederate money.

You ought to hold onto this, Miss Kitty.

This might be worth something someday.

Let's see what's in here.

Well, there's a silver dollar.

Huh.

There's a medal.

What's that?

It's a War Department citation.

"Robert Danforth Conrad, Lieutenant."

So that's who he was.

Yeah.

"For conspicuous heroism

"during the storming of Chapultepec Heights.

"By order of Winfield Scott, General, Commander-in-chief,

"United States expeditionary forces in Mexico.

September 13, 1847."

I wonder what this is.

Oh look, Matt.

It's a lock of hair.

I wonder who she was.

Well, I don't know.

But whoever she was, it was a long time ago.

Well...

Piece of silver, a medal,

a lock of hair, and a handful of worthless money.

Story of a man's life.

Yeah.

Yeah. It could be the story of any man's life

if you stop to think of it.

I... I think I'll keep the lock of hair and the medal

to remember him by.

Well, don't forget you got a pistol here, too.

Well, you can have that.

And don't forget your silver dollar.

Oh, heh.

Why, it'll buy us all a drink.

You know, I, uh,

I kind of think old Crowbait might approve of that.

What do you say?