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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Well, if it ain't Grant Lucas. How are you?

Fine, Clem, just fine.

First drink's on the house. What'll you have?

Well now, I was going to have a beer.

Whiskey. How long you in town for?

Ah, just the length of the trial.

Trial? Oh, that's right, you and the marshal are going to testify

- against Sy Welch, aren't you? - Yeah, we sure are.

- Make yourself at home. - Thanks, Clem.

Here, drink your drink.

You drink it, cowboy. You paid for it.

- You said if I bought you a drink... - Drink your drink.

Hello.

Hello.

- Big bottle you got there. - Yeah.

Uh, you want to help me with it?

I hate to see a man drink alone.

Clem?

Cheers.

Say, you're new here, aren't you?

Mae Talamy.

And you're Grant Lucas.

Well now, how'd you know my name?

I heard Clem say it.

I saw you come in.

I like your looks, Grant Lucas.

Are you rich?

Not hardly.

Well, doesn't matter.

We could talk about it at dinner.

Good.

I live over at the Grand Hotel.

I thought the mice had taken that place over.

Oh, that's why I like it. It's quiet.

Do you mind eating late?

I guess not.

Then pick me up about 10:00 tonight.

I live on the ground floor,

fourth window to the left of the entrance.

Fourth window?

Just rap on it. I'll come out.

Oh, you don't want me to be seen in the lobby, huh?

You know how people gossip about a lone woman.

Yeah. Okay, Mae.

Hey.

- Hey, you ain't in trouble? - No, he's a friend of mine.

Oh.

Then I'll let you talk.

Don't get too drunk now.

Don't worry, Mae. I'll be there at 10:00.

I'll be waiting.

I'll be right out to see ya.

- Grant, how are you? - Hi, Matt, how are you?

Fine, fine.

You're in town kind of early. The trial's four days off yet.

Well, it was a good excuse to get out of that camp of mine.

I just turned the horses loose and rode on in.

Well, you'd better take it kind of easy while you're here.

I just bought the girl a drink.

Yeah, but...

It takes one thief to catch another, huh?

Howdy, Grant.

Gee, it sure is good to see you. What are you doing in town?

I just came in for Sy Welch's trial.

Oh yeah, you two are witnesses against him.

This is one trial that's gonna be a pleasure, Kitty.

You think they'll hang him?

No, it wasn't a hanging charge, Kitty.

But he killed old Charlie Updike or something, didn't he?

No, he didn't kill him, Kitty, but he did rob him of his stock and his land.

Yeah, but old Charlie died.

Well, but it was a natural death, Kitty.

Grant and I were both right there.

Yeah. That's when he told us

how Sy forced him to sign everything over to him.

Why hasn't he been in jail all this time?

- Judge had him out on bail. - It's funny he hasn't made a run for it.

He will get a prison sentence out of this, won't he?

He'll get a prison sentence, all right.

Maybe he figures the judge will let him off anyhow.

If he does get off, he's a cinch to sell that place.

Sy's a city man. He's doesn't fit on that prairie.

Grant, he's not going to get off. It's an open-and-shut case.

I'd sure like to think so.

He's probably got an ace somewhere up his sleeve.

Come on, Grant, let me buy you a drink. I don't get to see you too often.

Clem?

- Grant? - Yeah, it's me.

- You're right on time. - I never keep a lady waiting.

- Did anyone see you? - Oh no, nuh-uh.

Hey, you're not ready yet.

You're wrong about that.

I'm ready.

I'm always ready.

Let me through here, folks.

Mr. Dillon?

I got a couple of men out here. We can take care of the body.

All right, Chester.

All right, folks, break it up. Go on back to bed.

Oh!

All right, Mae, what happened here?

I shot him!

Why?

I didn't know it was him.

- Oh. I didn't know who it was. - What do you mean?

See that busted window, Marshal?

Are you saying Grant did that?

Mm-hmm.

All right, Mae, suppose you start at the beginning

and tell me exactly what happened.

Well... I keep that gun because...

Because of this.

Those are diamonds. It's an heirloom from my mother

and it's... it's worth a lot of money.

No matter what, I've never parted with it.

And what's the got to do with Grant Lucas?

I met him at the Long Branch today.

We got to talking, and I told him about it.

You trying to tell me that he came here to rob you?

Well, this is what happened...

I was in bed. The lights were out.

And he busted the window. He didn't think anybody was here.

What are you going to do, Marshal?

Nothing.

I can't very well arrest a woman for protecting her property.

- Who is it? - It's me, Kitty.

Oh. Come on in.

Well, what are you doing here this time of night?

What's the matter with you?

Kitty, Grant Lucas has just been shot.

- What? - Mae Talamy... she killed him.

Shot him outside of her bedroom window.

Oh, this is awful.

She claims that he came over there to rob her.

A man like Grant Lucas? That doesn't make much sense.

Kitty, what do you know about Mae Talamy?

Well, I... I put her on here just a couple of weeks ago.

I didn't think she was a troublemaker.

Where'd she come from?

She said she'd been dealing cards on the Mississippi riverboats.

She didn't say for how long. She didn't have to.

I know those riverboats.

They can make a woman pretty hard, can't they?

Pretty well able to take care of herself?

If she stays on 'em long enough.

Most women would do anything in the world to get off of 'em.

But Mae was on them quite a while, wasn't she?

It would be my guess.

It's pretty hard to believe that she couldn't handle a man

without killing him, isn't it? That she'd panic and just shoot blind?

I wish I could help you, Matt.

But Grant Lucas didn't meet Mae until today.

He hasn't even been in town. Now you know that.

And as for her handling men without killing them,

well, a woman can get pretty hard, but she can still panic.

Kitty, Grant Lucas was a good man.

I know that, Matt.

All I can do is to, well, keep an eye on Mae

and let you know if anything happens.

Thanks, Kitty.

Uh, can I buy you a drink?

No, not now. I gotta be up early.

I gotta get out to Grant's place and take care of things.

- Stop by when you get back. - All right, thanks.

Whoa.

Moss?

Oh, Moss?

Oh howdy, Doc.

What are you doing in there, robbing the place?

No, I wasn't robbing the place. I was just looking for Moss.

I come down here to have a game of cards with him.

Well, that's what I'm doing... Looking for Moss. Where is he?

I don't know, Doc. He ain't here.

He ought to be back sometime now. Why? What'd you want with him?

Well, there's my horse out there. I want him unhitched.

You mean a grown man like yourself

can't unhitch his own horse?

What do you need, a coachman or something?

Sure do. Thanks very much.

Aw, well, I guess somebody's got to help out

an old busted-down sawbones that can't help himself.

You just hold his head, Doc. I'll do all the work.

No, I'll help you. I don't want you to strain yourself.

Well...

Hey, there's a friend of yours, Doc... Sy Welch.

Hello, Chester and Doc. How are you?

Sy.

I just got in town today. Haven't seen the marshal around.

No, he rode out to Grant Lucas's. He won't be back till late tonight.

Oh yeah, I heard about Grant. It's too bad.

Some girl did it, eh?

Some saloon girl over at the Long Branch.

Downright shame for a man to go like that.

I mean leaving a bad name behind him like he did.

Yeah, I just... I just can't believe that you care

whether he's dead or about his reputation or anything else.

What do you mean?

Well, I mean I don't know of anybody that hated him any more than you did.

All right, so I didn't like the man.

He was going into court in a couple days and lie about me, wasn't he?

He brought all this trouble on me in the first place.

But that doesn't mean I can't feel bad about the way he died.

Marshal Dillon's going to testify against me,

so one less witness doesn't mean a bit of difference to me.

You seem awful sure of yourself.

Well, Doc, I'd be in California by now

if I wasn't sure. Chester.

I don't trust him. I never did.

He's one kind of person I sure wouldn't want to count among my friends.

- Bartender, give me a beer. - All right.

Beer, Clem.

Like some company, mister? I even got my own beer.

No thanks. I like to drink alone.

All right, drink alone.

I know your type...

Fancy clothes and empty pockets.

Look, just leave me alone, will you?

I sure will.

Do you mind if I drink in the same saloon?

I don't care where you drink.

There's only two days left, Mae.

He suspects me.

He what?

About Grant Lucas. I know he does.

I should have hired a man for the job.

Go ahead and hire one,

but you pay me first.

I'll pay you nothing till the job's finished.

You try that and I'll talk.

And hang yourself?

Might be a pleasure to see you hang with me.

You listen to me, Mae:

you take care of that marshal tonight, one way or the other,

or so help me, I'll carve you up so nobody will look at you.

- I'll bet you would. - I mean it, Mae.

All right, I'll get him. Quit worrying.

I'll quit worrying when he's dead.

- Ah. - Hello, Marshal. I been waiting for you.

Oh, you didn't have to do that. I could have put him up.

But you've had a hard enough day as it is.

- That's the truth. - Get everything taken care of all right?

Yeah, best I could.

You know, this Grant Lucas was a good man.

He must have been drunk or something.

Maybe.

Well, Moss, I'm going to bed. Thanks.

Good night, Marshal.

Oh no! Don't shoot, Marshal.

It's me. It's Mae Talamy.

Mae, what are you doing in there?

Oh, I... I didn't know it was you at first.

Who were you expecting?

Well, nobody. I was, uh, on my way home

and I got lost. I had too many drinks, I guess.

You alone in here?

Well, of course I'm alone. I got lost, I told you.

Now do you believe me?

You tell me the truth, I might believe you.

But I told you the truth... I got lost.

Ever since that terrible incident last night, I...

I haven't been myself today. I haven't...

I haven't been able to think or...

All right, I'll take you home.

Thanks, Marshal.

Thank you.

What's the matter?

Oh, this darned old dull needle.

Well, you make it sound like it was the needle's fault.

Well, it sure wouldn't have happened if the needle hadn't have been there.

- Matt, how are you? - Hello, Doc. Where you been?

Well, I just came from the Long Branch.

- Why didn't you just stay there? - What'd you say?

I said why didn't you just stay there?

We were just settling down to a nice quiet kind of an evening

and then you walked in.

Well, why don't you just go ahead and be quiet?

Little Mother, you forgot your thimble.

Eh, just because your hands is so old and shaky

you can't even thread a needle, you don't have to get smart.

I'll have you know that a needle and thread

has been a very important part of my profession for a good man years.

I'm an expert at it.

Next time I get you up in the office, I'll give you a demonstration.

I'll sew you up all over.

Gosh, I've never seen this town so dead, Matt.

There's not over three or four fellas over there in the Long Branch,

- and that... that one girl. - Who, Mae Talamy?

No. No that other one that looks like an otter.

And then Sy Welch came in and that's when I left.

I don't want to be in the same room with him.

Well, at least he's still around town anyway.

Yeah, if you ask me, the law's been an awful long time catching up with him.

He's no good, never was.

That's right... I seem to remember you saying

that you knew him once some time ago, huh?

- Yeah. - Where was it anyway?

Down the Mississippi. He was a penny-ante gambler.

And he hasn't improved any in my opinion.

You mean on the Mississippi riverboats?

Yeah, why?

Well, that's mighty interesting.

- What? - Kitty told me the other night

that Mae Talamy used to work on the riverboats.

Well, that don't surprise me any. My gosh, all those...

Yeah, that's quite a coincidence, ain't it?

Maybe... and maybe not.

Chester, when you're through with your sewing there,

I suggest that we make a call on a lady.

- Doc, we'll see you later. - Yeah.

Try it on your mouth.

Who is it?

Open the door.

I thought I'd find you here.

Well, I suppose you're gonna tell me the marshal's coming here tonight;

you're gonna pull the same trick on him as you did on Grant Lucas.

Of course not.

Mae, so help me, if you don't...

You don't scare me, Sy Welch.

But the marshal does, is that right?

That's why you're not going through with it.

I didn't say I wouldn't go through with it.

Then what are you going to do?

Why don't you just leave me alone?

All right, Mae, I'll leave you alone...

pay you that $1,000 I promised you. I'll leave you alone for good

when you finish the job.

All right, all right.

It's not all right. You're scared, Mae.

You're so scared of that marshal, you're not going to do anything about it.

That's right, isn't it?

No, I'm not scared.

Don't you lie to me.

You rotten beast. I'll tell him! I'll tell him everything.

They'll get me and they'll get you too!

No they won't!

- Now what are you doing? - I'll show you what I'm doing.

- Put that gun away. - Go on, get out of here.

All right, Mae.

You just talked yourself out of $1,000.

You were gonna shoot me...

A woman like you shooting a... a man like me.

I guess she ain't there.

Oh. Well, we'll try later.

Come in! Come in! Help!

Hold it!

Mae?

Mae, can you hear me?

I'm hurt, Marshal.

I'm hurt bad.

Well, Mae, we'll get a doctor for you.

Oh!

He's dead, Mr. Dillon.

Marshal?

What is it, Mae?

I was gonna kill you, but I got scared.

I won't get paid now, will I?

Will I, Mar...

Ooh oh.

Goodness, Mr. Dillon, that's a terrible time

to think about whether you're going to get paid or not.

Yeah.

Well, she got paid all right.

She got paid good.