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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Here on Boot Hill is the end of violence.

These men, brawling, fighting,

clawing their bloody way across the frontier...

Lie still now, harmless as the grass they feed,

empty and done.

The lives of most of them were one long hate...

Hate of other, better men, hate of peace and order and right.

But it isn't always hate that puts a man here.

Sometimes it's love... love of a woman.

That, too, can lead to violence.

And the end of violence.

I've seen it. Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.

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Morning, Tiger.

Enjoying your breakfast?

Good morning, Towne.

Oh!

Girl, I'm gonna marry you.

Are you crazy?

No, ma'am, but somehow,

sooner or later, I'm gonna marry you.

- You're drunk! - No, ma'am...

You're like every saddle bum around these parts.

You have no respect for yourself or anybody else.

- Well, now look. All I... - Oh, shut up.

For your kind of trash, a married woman's not safe around here.

Well, now, look. All I said was that, sooner or later,

- I'm gonna marry y... - What right do you think you have

to say anything about marrying me?

Well, it... it sorta slipped out, ma'am.

I saw you standing there, and I...

You saw me standing there by myself.

- I didn't mean no offense, ma'am. - No offense?

If my husband was here, he'd beat your brains out.

Cherry?

I just like to know what kind of a town you're running.

- What seems to be the trouble? - I guess it's my fault, Marshal,

that the young lady's all riled up.

I, uh, sort of spoke up out of turn.

- You sure did. - What'd he say?

Well, I...

Um, I told her I was gonna marry her.

Right out here, in the broad daylight. Everybody lookin' on.

I never even seen him before in my whole life.

- How about that, mister? - Well, my intentions were honorable, I...

I'm sick and tired of honorable intentions.

It's simply insulting.

When Slim comes back, there's gonna be a few tunes changed around here.

Now, Cherry, I wouldn't count too much on Slim's coming back.

You know, he's been gone a long time.

I know he's been gone a long time. I know how long he's been gone.

One year, eight months and six days.

I know a lot of other things, too. I know they say he's not coming back.

Well, I...

I know that every man in town knows I'm all alone,

and they think they can just get away with anything!

- Well, I didn't mean any harm. - It's not funny!

- Oh, what's the difference? - Oh, Miss O'Dell, wait!

What's your name, mister?

Name's Red Larned.

Well, you've called Mrs. O'Dell by name. I thought you said you didn't know her.

Well, I only know who she is.

I got a photograph of her.

Took it off her dead husband, Slim O'Dell.

- How'd he die? - Uh...

Well, it was Indians. Renegades.

Up in the Platte River country.

About a month or so back.

- You were there, were you? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

I saw it happen. Pert near got me, too.

- We was partners on a trap line. - I see.

You know, I had it on my mind to tell her, but I...

just couldn't bring myself to say it.

Well, Larned, the jail's right down the street there.

Suppose you start walkin', huh?

- What do you mean? - I got a bulletin on Slim O'Dell

just the other day.

He was killed trying to rob the North Platte Broken Arrow stage line.

His partner got away. No name, no description.

I stopped by the post office, I didn't see no bulletin up.

Well, I didn't tell anybody about it, not even Cherry.

I thought maybe his partner might show up here someday.

I'll take your gun, mister.

Let's go.

- All right, inside. - Now, wait, Marshal.

I think we better back up a little here.

I think we're both making a big mistake.

- Is that so? - I came here to Dodge City

for the same reason that you kept that bulletin quiet.

I figured Slim O'Dell's partner would come here to hide out.

I thought you told me you were his partner.

Yeah. I made that up.

- I'm the man who killed him. - You're what?

Special agent. The North Platte Stagecoach Line.

My credentials.

Oh, that photograph of O'Dell's wife...

has the name of a Dodge City photographer on it.

It's all I had to go on.

Well, these things seem to be in order.

Why didn't you tell me this in the first place?

I, uh...

I figured this was Slim O'Dell's home town, Marshal.

I wasn't quite sure exactly which side you'd be on.

Well, I sure wouldn't be on his side.

He was just one step ahead of arrest when he left here.

How come you were there when the robbery took place?

Well, we were carrying a load of bullion.

Just the week before, two men had jumped one of our stagecoaches,

so the company put on a shotgun guard

and took off the regular driver, and I was riding inside.

How come the guard was killed?

They outsmarted us. Came riding out of the brush on either side.

Shot the guard in the back.

I, uh... I fired from the window and dropped O'Dell.

His partner got away in the brush.

- Did you get a look at him? - Just barely.

Medium height, average build.

Not enough to make a good description out of.

My only hope was that he'd come up here

and give himself away somehow.

He could have gone a thousand miles in the other direction.

Yeah, I know that.

But this is all I had to go on.

Besides, I... I figured I might come here anyway,

after I saw that girl's picture.

Mrs. O'Dell.

Now that I've seen her...

I've... Tell me, Marshal,

she did think quite a bit of Slim O'Dell, didn't she?

Well, I don't know. Maybe she did, maybe she didn't.

- How long did they live together? - A couple of months, I guess.

Slim tried homesteading for a while, till he found out there was work to it.

Then he left town with Yancey Clyber.

- Yancey Clyber? - Yeah.

He's probably that partner you're looking for.

I got a description of him here someplace.

I've kept it, ever since I heard about that holdup.

There it is.

Yeah, it could be him. Hard to tell.

About Che... uh, Miss O'Dell, though.

What about her?

Well, Marshal, um...

I'm a plain man. I, uh,

I don't know a lot about women.

But I meant what I told that girl.

I'm gonna marry her.

And you're the man that killed her husband.

She's gonna find that out sooner or later, you know?

Yeah.

Well, uh, what do you figure she'll do?

She'll probably try and kill you.

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- Uh-oh. - Uh-oh.

Aces and pair.

- What's on your mind, Cherry? - I'm looking for Red Larned.

- Has he been in here? - I wouldn't know. I never heard of him.

He's about medium height, dark red hair, and weighs 170.

Look, let me give you a good piece of advice.

Just go on home and forget about it.

I'm not in the business of keeping tabs on maverick husbands or lovers.

He's not a maverick husband or lover, he's a cold-blooded killer.

A lot of men who come in here are all three. Now go on and beat it,

before you start getting yourself in trouble.

Bill, see if you can find the marshal.

- Kitty? You want to see me? - Yeah.

You know anybody by the name of Red Larned?

Well, yeah, why?

Cherry O'Dell was in here a few minutes ago.

Looking for him.

- She was in here? - She caused quite a stir.

Yeah, I can imagine.

- Well, what'd she want? - She was just lookin' for him.

- Acting kind of wild. - Yeah, well, you see,

she had a little run-in with this Larned this morning.

- She's got a pretty hot temper, you know. - Yeah. She called him a killer.

- She did? - Mm-hmm.

- Well, I wonder where she heard that. - Heard what?

Well, you see, Slim O'Dell is dead, Kitty.

And this Red Larned is the man that killed him.

Oh.

- Howdy, Doc. - How are you?

Well, I'll tell you. Awful nice to come in here

and find everything so peaceable... I'm tired!

Well, I run a very law-abiding place.

Well, yes, I notice this is where the law abides most of the time.

Hey. You're looking awful pretty, just like a filly in a field of buttercups.

Oh, you are tired.

And watch out for this old goat, Kitty. The only thing he thinks is pretty

is a family down with the croup or the measles or something.

Well, now. Just for that,

I'll allow you to buy me a glass of beer.

Seems that you've been allowing me to buy you quite a few beers lately.

Well, with the medical fees I collect,

a glass of beer is a considerable investment.

Clem? Three beers.

Right.

I want you to know I've had myself a day.

Really? Where you been?

Well, it all started early this morning. I hadn't even gotten to bed yet,

and I heard a fellow ride up on a horse, and it was this...

Oh, Mr. Dillon, you better come quick.

- What's the matter? - Well, this... this, uh, Red Larned,

do you... They found him in the alley. He's been shot in the back.

You better come, too, Doc.

Hold that lantern up here. Chester, that stretcher up in my office.

- Will you get that? - Yeah.

Any of you men see this happen?

Marshal, I seen it.

My room is right upstairs, there, and I couldn't go to sleep.

So I was sittin' up by the window.

And I seen him come walking down the alley.

- Did you see anybody else around here? - No, just him.

And when he got right here, a shot come from over there,

by the corner of that building.

But I didn't see nobody but him.

Huh. How about the rest of you men, did you see anybody going by?

They all come from the other way.

Not from where the shot was.

What do you think, Doc?

Well, it's not too bad.

It'd been another inch or two lower, though, it'd been a different story.

He's going to be all right, barring infection, I think.

Well, do you think I can talk to him?

No. No, I don't think so. Not right away.

All right. I'm gonna have a look around.

All right. Come out of there.

I said, come out of there!

Marshal?

You sure gave me a fright!

- I did, huh? - Oh, yeah!

Cherry, would you mind telling me what you're doing back here?

Well, I heard a lot of noise and commotion. Came back to see what was goin' on.

- Is that so? - Yes.

Would you mind if I took a look in your handbag?

What for?

- So you finally found him, huh? - Found who?

- Red Larned. - I don't know what you're talking about.

You don't know what I'm talking about. Red's lying around that corner there,

in the alley, with a bullet in his back.

- You're a pretty good shot, Cherry. - I didn't shoot him!

One barrel's been fired.

Well, yes, but I was trying it out in my backyard.

I wanted to see if the gun worked.

Yeah, so you could use it on Red.

Well, what if I was? He shot my husband in the back.

Then turned around and said Slim was trying to rob a stagecoach!

Cherry, you got any idea why Slim was shot?

Sure I do. Slim and Yancey had $20,000

they'd got out of their gold claim at Grady Fork.

And by the way, that's where they've been for the past year...

Working like dogs.

They have, huh?

Now let me tell you something, Cherry,

that may come as a little bit of a shock to you.

Slim has not been working any gold claim.

He's been out rustling cattle

and robbing banks with Yancey Clyber.

And not only that, but he was killed robbing a stagecoach

between North Platte and Broken Arrow.

- And he wasn't shot in the back. - He was!

No, he wasn't. But the stage driver was.

By Slim. Red Larned is a special agent for the stage line.

- I don't believe you. - I've seen his credentials.

And not only that, but I've had a bulletin on this robbery for the past three weeks.

The man you shot is a law officer.

Well, look, I don't know who he is,

but I didn't shoot anybody!

All right. Let's go have a talk with him, huh?

I don't want to see him!

Let's go, Cherry.

Give me that hat.

All right, now roll him over on there, very easy.

There. How's that, son? You all right?

Good.

Pretty lucky. You know, I think if I were you, next time,

I'd, uh... Well...

Yeah. I'll do just that, Doc.

- How is he, Doc? Can I talk to him? - Oh, go ahead.

- How are you feelin', Larned? - I've felt better.

You got any idea who shot you?

- What'd you say? - I said, did you see who shot you?

It was hard to tell. Too dark to see.

It was a man, though.

I saw that much.

So that's your story, huh?

That's my story, Marshal.

- Can I go home now? - Yeah. You can go.

Well, it's... Go on, pick him up. Let's get him over to the hotel.

Ohh!

- Why, Yancey! - Hello, Cherry.

I thought you left town.

I had some unfinished business.

I, uh, finished part of it in the alley there.

You know what the other part is?

No.

It's you.

Take a little walk.

Now, come on, honey.

You told me this afternoon you were just riding through,

going to Flagstaff.

Well, that was before I heard that stage line agent was here in town.

Then he is a law officer.

You and Slim were gonna rob a stagecoach.

Now, don't you bother about that.

You come over here and sit down.

I said come here!

Well...

there's nothing down south waiting for me as pretty as you are.

Maybe I better stick around here for a couple days.

- In my house? - Well, sure.

I, uh, owe it to Slim to get to know you better,

him being my best friend and all.

Stop it, Yancey.

You are a timid little one, aren't you?

Get out of my house and leave me alone!

Fiery. I like that in a gal.

Now, when I tell you to do something, you do it.

You follow me?

Just, uh, one other little thing, Cherry.

Some money. A man on the run needs money.

Well, I guess that's just something you'll have to figure out for yourself.

No, I thought we'd figure it out together.

Slim told me what a great little saver you were.

You always had a stake hid out someplace.

Why, that's ridiculous. I can barely make ends meet.

That's too bad.

'Cause if I did have a stake right now,

maybe I'd just head south.

But as it is, it looks like I may have to stay a while.

Now where's that money?

- If I give it to you, will you leave? - Why not?

I know some friendly girls down south.

It's in the flower bin, in a fruit jar.

You don't mind if I just make sure?

Just take it and get out.

Hold it!

Cherry, I knew he was around town somewhere

when you told me that story about the gold diggings at Grady's Fork.

I believed him. Just like I believed Slim.

Marshal, I was so wrong.

I'm sorry.

Why don't you tell Red Larned that?

Think he'd listen?

Well, he's flat on his back over there. Can't even lift his head off the pillow.

I got an idea he'd have to listen to you.

Come on, I'll take you over there.