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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Harvey.

What you want, Merle?

Why, what I want to know is...

where this here Dodge City...

you've been talking about is.

I don't know, but it's a fair piece yet, I reckon.

If you ask me, it's about...

about as far as a man can get without starting back again.

Yeah, I reckon you can say that.

- Merle. - Huh?

Are you tired?

No.

No, I ain't... I ain't tired.

It's all this heat.

Ain't this the gol-dang'dest weather you ever did see?

Oh, I don't know.

I've seen gol-dang-er.

H-Hey.

That's a bunch of people cooking food.

Oh, Merle, won't you ever learn nothing?

That ain't a bunch of people?

Well, they're cooking food anyway.

And we ain't et for two days.

- Say. - Huh?

Maybe they'll throw us a little something.

- Huh. - Let's go see.

Huh.

Hello, people.

Well, hello. Where are you two headed for?

Dodge City.

We don't know w... Uh, we can't find it.

Well, I ain't never been there.

We're on our way to California.

This here's my wife Lavinia.

How do you do?

W-What's that food you got cooking?

It's just beans and potatoes, and not much of that.

I'm just sorry we can't offer you none.

I wouldn't mind potatoes and beans, mister.

I ain't et for two days.

My brother here ain't et, either.

Well, now, I sure am sorry,

but as I told you, there's only enough for the woman and myself as it is.

Well, we just kind of figured on something to eat, mister.

And it's... it's Sunday, too.

Huh?

Here, I'll give them a little dab of it.

No, I told you before, there isn't enough.

Joe, maybe I'd better give them something.

I said no.

- Merle. - What, Harvey?

He don't act like he wants to give us nothing to eat.

And that's the pure truth, mister.

Now why don't you two get out of here?

Joe, no.

You better be careful of that pistol, mister.

Don't you know it ain't fittin' to be handlin' weapons on Sunday?

Just get out of here.

Oh, shucks, mister.

Merle.

Ohh!

Joe!

Joe!

Uh, now why's she got to carry on in that way?

Oh, Joe.

Ma'am.

You shot my husband. Why?

I reckon I did, ma'am.

But why? Why?

All we wanted was your dinner,

and he was gonna shoot us.

Ohh...

Merle.

Make her shut up. I can't stand it.

All rightie.

I'll try.

Now, now, lady,

w-we're kind of sorry the way things turned out.

Kind of sorry?

Now, lady, ah, we... we feel bad to see you carrying on like that.

Kind of sorry?

Did you hear that, Joe?

They're kind of sorry.

They're sorry you're dead, Joe.

Now, lady... That's funny, isn't it, Joe?

Now cut it out!

Cut it out, you hear me?

Now you quit carrying on that way, you hear?

Sorry.

Sorry...

Where at she going, Merle?

I don't know.

Well, one thing I can't stand is a noisy woman.

Yeah, me, too.

Uh, Harvey, how is this?

Oh, here.

Mm. That's not bad.

You know, Merle,

we're gonna have to do something about them horses.

Now, Harvey,

Pa never... never did hold with stealing, remember?

Oh, I wasn't going to steal them, Merle. You know that.

We can't keep them poor critters tied up like that.

That'd be downright cruel.

Huh.

I... I... I'll turn them loose, then.

I reckon these people won't have any use for them anymore.

No, reckon not.

Here.

Look there.

Dead?

Yeah.

She's been dead for a couple of days.

I wonder how it could have happened.

I don't know. There don't seem to be any marks on her or anything.

Looks to me like she just died of thirst or something.

Thirst? Oh, that's a... That's a hard way to go.

Yeah. I wonder what she's doing out here anyway.

Maybe we could put up some kind of a little marker for her.

All right.

Then we'll scout around and see if we can find out where she came from.

Poor woman. I'll bet you somebody's out looking for her.

Shot.

You think that Indians might have done it, Mr. Dillon?

No. No, they'd have scalped him, Chester.

Yeah.

My golly, there was a woman here, Mr. Dillon.

Yeah. That woman we buried, I expect.

Yeah. I bet when the trouble started, she... she run for help.

Yeah.

Yeah, it looks that way, doesn't it?

I don't understand it, though, Mr. Dillon.

You... You say that Indians didn't do it,

and whoever done it didn't take nothing. There wasn't nothing here to steal.

I just don't know why they'd do a thing like this.

Yeah. It doesn't make sense.

No, none at all.

Well, come on, let's see if we can find something to dig a grave with.

Took you long enough.

I got plenty. I didn't want to go back out in the dark again, Harvey.

Don't you like this camp, Merle?

Eh, tolerable for a camp.

Hello!

What's that?

Howdy. Mind if I light a spell?

My name's Bud Grant.

Our names is Finney.

I'm Harvey, and this here's Merle.

- We're brothers. - Yeah, I see.

Where are you heading for, cowboy?

Dodge.

Gol-dang it, we've been looking for that place for days and days.

Where is Dodge anyway?

Well, it's just about a hundred...

Never mind where's Dodge.

Have you saw any Indians?

Indians?

Any kind of Indians. We ain't particular.

Indians are all alike to us.

What are you talking about?

Oh, you're as dumb as everybody else, Grant.

Never mind him, Harvey.

Nobody around here knows anything about where there are any Indians.

We're going to have to ask in Dodge.

Well, I don't understand. What do you want Indians for?

Never mind what we want Indians for.

You hungry?

Uh, yeah, yeah. I reckon I could eat something.

Why, I... I killed an antelope this afternoon

that's been cooking all day. It's about ready.

Well, that's mighty friendly of you.

Sit down, Grant.

I'd better take care of my horse first.

Well, I'll stake him out for you.

You've been riding all day... All tuckered out.

Thanks.

Come on. Set.

This being Sunday, we ain't done a thing hardly all day, Grant.

Say, that's right. I plum forgot it was Sunday.

I reckon a man ought to rest one day a week, huh?

Yes, sir. Our pa always said so.

He must have been a right religious man, your pa.

Sunday, Pa was always sleeping off a drunk.

He didn't hold with killing and fighting on the Sabbath.

Hmm. Well, last Sunday, somebody sure must have been drunk or something.

Why?

A man got shot a hundred miles east of here.

Indians! Doggone it, why didn't you tell us there was Indians around here?

No, it wasn't Indians.

Fact is, I heard it couldn't have been Indians at all.

Are you saying it was we-uns that done it?

Me and Merle?

Now look here, man, I didn't say nothing like that.

Well, it was.

What did you say?

I had to shoot that man.

Well, you're crazy.

You knowed it all the time, didn't you?

That's why you rode in here.

No.

No, it ain't true.

I didn't know a thing.

That ain't true. No.

Dad-burn it, stop jumping around.

What happened, Harvey?

I shot him.

Oh.

I had to, Merle.

He knowed about us killing that fella last week,

and he was talking pretty loose.

I wish you'd told me.

Now I got his horse all staked out and everything.

Well, go turn him loose.

Supper's pert near ready.

Okay.

Uh, but don't you eat till I get back.

Oh, now you know I got better manners than that, Merle.

Yeah.

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Well, you making any money out there?

Uh... Oh, well, I just thought I'd come out

and have a little cup of coffee.

I'll tell you, those stalls out back there

look like they've been used for a stable or something.

Y... Well, uh, well, they're good enough for any customers

that we might have coming through here.

Well, lookie there, would you?

What's the matter?

Well, there's a fella riding up here leading a horse.

Looks like he's got a dead man tied to it.

Lookie.

Brought you a present, Marshal.

- So I see. - He got shot.

You do it?

Now that isn't likely, is it?

I found him in a grove about 40 miles east of here

near Salt Springs.

He was all alone there.

Got any idea who he is?

No, I... I never seen him before.

That's his horse. It ain't even branded, though.

- Chester. - Huh?

Can you, uh, take care of him?

Oh. Yeah, sure.

Where are you from, cowboy?

Oh, I've been riding for Emmet Bowers the past three months.

My name's Taylor. You can ask Mr. Bowers about me.

No need to. I believe you.

Thanks for bringing him in.

Well, I figured it was kind of my duty.

Besides, I'd hope someone would do the same for me.

Yeah, that's the second man that's been murdered out that way lately.

Yeah, I heard.

Maybe you ought to be out there looking around, Marshal.

Looking for what?

Well, I don't know.

Neither do I.

- Here you are. - Thanks, Kitty.

You look tired.

Well, I am. Been out on the trail for two days.

Did you find out anything more about those killings?

Not a thing. Two men and a woman dead

and no reason for it at all that I can figure out.

Mister.

- Are you the marshal? - That's right.

We want to talk to you.

- Sit down, Merle. - Sure.

My name's Harvey Finney.

My brother here's name is Merle Finney.

Mm-hmm. What can I do for you?

Nobody in this town knows nothing, Marshal.

I bet you could teach them a lot.

I sure ain't never gonna get married.

Well, I don't think you have to worry about that too much.

What do you men want anyway?

Indians.

We can't find no Indian nowhere, Marshal.

Nowheres at all.

What are you going to do, join them?

No, We ain't going to join them.

We're going to kill them.

We come west to kill Indians.

You got to help us find them, Marshal.

Nobody else will.

I'm kind of curious.

Why do you two want to go Indian hunting anyhow?

We read it in a book.

Now, Merle, that's a lie.

You know Pa never did hold with lying.

Well, w-we can't read,

but a fella back home told us about this book.

Yes, all about the Indians murdering white men,

scalping them and everything.

I see.

So you decided you're going to come out here

and do a little Indian murdering, huh?

Well, now, let me tell you something.

If you think that you're going to come out here

and stir up an Indian war, you're crazy.

I don't know what your fool idea is,

but I'm telling you right now to forget about it

an turn around and go on back home where you came from.

Oh, come on, Merle. He's as dumb as the rest.

I told you he couldn't help us none, Harvey. I told you.

You'd think maybe the marshal would have some sense.

All right. Hold on there.

I'll just take those two rifles while you're in town.

Merle.

No, Harvey.

Here. You'll give them back to us?

You'll get them back.

Them two old fools.

- Still looking for Indians, huh? - Yeah.

They bothered everybody in town about them.

Say, I got an idea, Les.

Come on.

What are you gonna do?

You'll see.

Hey, mister.

Maybe you don't remember, but you were talking to me last night

about, uh, Indians.

- Uh... - You two know something about Indians?

Yep. Why, I plum forgot yesterday,

but there's an Indian right here in town.

- How's that? - Right here in town.

Runs the stable, in fact.

Runs the stable?

Well, I suppose you never knew Carl Miller was a full-blooded Cherokee.

By golly, I plum forgot.

You say he's a Indian?

Oh, he don't let on, but it's the truth, so help me.

- Ain't it, Les? - Oh, he's been hiding it for years.

Dang redskin.

Come on, Merle, we got work to do.

I'm ready. Gol-dang it, I'm ready.

Yeah. Come on.

Matt?

Oh, Matt!

Matt!

Oh, wait a minute. Matt, I'm awful sorry.

I... Well, with my eyes, I just didn't see you back here.

Boy, there's sure nothing wrong with your voice.

Well, good heavens, I never expected to find you back here in jail,

although I grant it's not too bad an idea.

What did you have to come around so early for anyway?

Well, don't get nervous about it. I'm not charging you for the visit.

It's Sunday, you know.

Man's supposed to have companionship on Sunday

and kind of socialize.

I see. And it was my luck to draw you, huh?

Well, tsk tsk tsk tsk.

The words of his mouth were smoother than butter,

but war was in his heart.

Chronicles, huh?

Yeah.

How in thunder did you know that?

Well, now, you're not the only civilized man

around this town, you know, Doc.

Well, there's not very many of us left. Let's go get something to eat.

Mr. Dillon.

- Hi, Doc. - What's the matter with you?

Well, it's them Finney brothers, Merle and Harvey.

There's going to be trouble for sure, Mr. Dillon.

What are they up to?

A couple of darn fools over at the Long Branch

told them that Carl Miller was a full-blood Cherokee.

He's... He's a German.

Well, it ain't funny, Doc. They're just crazy enough to do anything.

Yeah, they are.

Well, we'd better get over there.

Oh, well, Doc, guess that breakfast will just have to wait.

Well, shaw.

Get that rope tied, Merle.

Yeah, I'll get it tied, Harvey. Just be patient.

Won't you men listen?

I swear I'm no Indian.

Oh, shut up. Nobody'd take the word of a danged redskin anyway.

Oh, you can't do this. I've got a big family.

Then your family ain't gonna get no bigger.

You murdering Cherokee.

I'm no Cherokee. I'm German.

It don't make no difference what tribe, as long as you're an Indian.

Now hush up.

But this is crazy. You've got it all mixed up.

We're going to shut you up right now.

Hold it right there.

Merle, it's that dumb marshal.

I knowed he was no good.

Fancy him siding with Indians.

Marshal, do something, please.

He's no more an Indian than you are. Now get that rope off his neck.

I ain't gonna do it. I'm gonna push him off.

You'll die if you do.

I told you I was right about this marshal.

Here he is protecting a dirty redskin.

- Go ahead, push him off, Harvey. - All right.

Touch him and I'll kill you.

Uh, he means it, Merle.

Now get that rope off his neck.

All right. All right.

Now just don't get so jumpy.

Next time we'll slit your throat for you.

You won't do nothing. I'll kill you on sight.

Yeah, we ain't through with you yet.

There.

All right. now, Carl, you climb down first.

You bet I will.

All right, now you two.

It ain't going to be easy with this shoulder.

Well, then, why don't you just jump?

Ah, you shut up.

We should... We should never have given that marshal our guns.

You all right, Carl?

Still a mite shaky.

Chester, why don't you take him and get him a drink or something?

You betcha. Come on, Carl.

You... You busted my shoulder, Marshal.

Well, that's too bad.

The doctor will fix it up for you in jail.

Jail?

Your Indian hunting days are over.

Well, doggone.

You mean we made this trip for nothing?

We never killed us no Indian, Harvey.

- Just a few white people. - Oh, dern it, Merle.

What did you go tell him that for?

Oh, I... I wasn't talking to him. I was talking to you.

Wait a minute.

Did you kill that man out there in that covered wagon?

Well, if Merle done told you, it's no use to deny it now.

How about that cowboy? Was that you, too?

Well, I didn't say that.

Well, it make no difference now, Merle.

No, it sure doesn't.

You're going to hang, both of you.

Well, Marshal, I think I'd sooner not be hung, if I had my sooners.

Wait a minute. Merle, I know what we done wrong.

What?

We plum forgot as how it was Sunday both times.

And you know Pa never did hold with killing on Sunday.

By golly, you're right.

Let's go.