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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Sorry about them saddlebags, Marshal,

but they'll be in next week, sure.

Well, there's no hurry, Mr. Jonas.

By golly, you're gonna have yourself

some real competition there, Mr. Jonas.

Oh, them.

Now, you may be right, Chester,

but he's a real nice fella, that Martin Nagle.

Hard worker, too.

Who's that young fella with him?

That's his son.

He's called Lee.

Seems like a good boy.

He's awful quiet though.

He's awful rich, that Martin Nagle.

He's got another store in St. Louis.

Paid somebody to run it for him

while he came out to get this one started.

Well, he, uh, he don't have a-a daughter, does he?

I'm afraid you're out of luck there, Chester.

Well...

I think we ought to go over

and say hello to him anyway, Mr. Dillon.

You know, them being new in Dodge and all.

All right.

Mr. Jonas, we'll see you later.

Sure, Marshal.

There it is, Pa.

Yeah, looks real fine, son.

You know, Lee, this store's going to make money,

real good money.

One of these days, after your mom and I are gone,

it'll all be yours.

You're not gonna have to worry about things like I did.

Come on, now, Pa, you're gonna be around a long time.

Oh, sure, sure, I know.

Makes me feel good though,

knowing I'll be leaving my son well off.

Pa.

Well, you-you must be Marshal Dillon.

Mr. Nagle.

This is Chester Goode here.

- Hi, Mr. Goode. - How do you do?

This is my son, Lee Nagle.

- Hi, Lee. - How are you?

Well, looks like you're about to open up here.

Well, right soon, then the real work starts.

Oh, selling your stuff ain't gonna be no work, Mr. Nagle.

It's getting it here that's gonna make you sweat.

Yeah, I guess so.

Right now, I'd like to have you men come in and meet Mrs. Nagle.

She'll be right pleased about that, wouldn't she, Lee?

I believe she will.

Gentlemen.

Of course.

It's a mighty nice store you got here, ma'am.

Thank you, Marshal.

Well, we plan to bring in some help once we're open.

He thinks I shouldn't be down here at all,

but I come anyway.

Well, I've got to admit, if it wasn't for Mrs. Nagle,

our store in St. Louie wouldn't be

doing as well as it is right now.

Hello, Martin.

Hutch!

Martin!

I can't believe it!

Yeah, I ran into a fella on the trail,

he heard you were headed for Dodge,

so I thought I'd just drift in and say hello.

"Drift in and say hello." Sounds just like you.

I bet it's almost ten years, hasn't it?

About that.

- Even then, you didn't meet my wife. - No.

- Or my son? - No.

Come here.

Nancy, I want you to meet my very own brother, Hutch.

Nancy.

Well, of all things.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Nagle.

Thank you.

None of that "Mrs. Nagle."

It's gonna be Hutch and Nancy.

Just because you'd never met, that's no sign you're strangers.

No need to be formal now.

And, Hutch, this is my son, Lee.

That's your boy?

Uh-huh.

Proud to know you, son.

How do you do?

Mighty lucky boy, having parents like these.

Oh, and this is, uh, Marshal Dillon and Chester Goode.

My very own brother, Hutch.

- How do you do? - Marshal.

- Mr. Goode. - Been almost ten years.

Wonderful, Nancy?

Oh, it's wonderful, Martin.

Look, you probably came a long way.

You're tired, aren't you?

Oh, now, don't you worry about me.

Nancy, why don't you take him up to the house,

kind of show him around.

Expect he'd like to take a bath,

get some of that Kansas dust off of him.

Might be a little hungry, too, huh?

But don't feed him too much, 'cause Lee and I will

bring home some steaks for dinner.

Lee, you take care of his horse, huh?

Now, look, don't you two bother about me, I...

It's no bother at all.

You're one of the family, Hutch.

We'll have dinner early, so you two be along in an hour.

Fine, honey, we'll be there.

I should've gone to a hotel...

Look, that's a lot of nonsense.

You're my brother, aren't you?

Nancy will take good care of you.

I'm gonna go out in back and unpack some stuff.

Marshal.

Marshal, Mr. Goode, Lee.

Lee.

You know, he's kind of different than his brother, Mr. Dillon.

You're right, Chester.

- Oh. - From what I've heard,

Uncle Hutch never made a dollar in his life.

Well, a lot of men never do, Lee.

I'll guarantee you something, Marshal.

Uncle Hutch didn't just drift in to say hello,

he's come here to roost.

Oh, is there something about him you don't like?

I just met the man, Marshal.

I better get back to work.

I'll see you later.

Yeah, all right.

That's kind of a funny way to talk about your own uncle.

Yeah.

Well, let's get back to the office, huh?

Seems like we'll never get this job done, huh?

Well, it's taking a few days longer than we expected,

but it's no harm.

Well, I don't want to open the store

until everything is just right.

Yeah.

Hey, we better get those kegs up in the loft, huh?

That's a good idea, Hutch.

- Oh, Hutch. - Yeah?

Look, I-I just want you to know that I'm very happy

you decided to stay here with us.

Thanks, Martin.

- But only for a while. - Oh?

Yeah, the work's too hard around here.

- Ready, Hutch? - Yeah, take it up.

Set her down.

All set?

Tie it off.

Martin!

Lee!

Your father had an accident!

Go get a doctor.

Pa?

I said go get a doctor!

I'll get him myself.

Pa, are you all right?

Pa?

Oh, this is a terrible thing.

What were you doing up on that loft?

Oh, now, wait a minute, boy.

I was working up there, he was working down here.

Keg fell off and hit him.

I feel terrible about this, Marshal.

My-my own brother.

Nancy.

I'll see you home.

You oughtn't to be here.

You figure this was an accident, Marshal?

Well, I've got no reason to feel otherwise, Lee.

Then you're not gonna talk to him

or arrest him or anything like that?

Did you see this thing happen?

Oh, no, but I wish that I had.

Well, all right.

Accidents like this have happened before, Lee.

You better calm down.

You go on along.

Doc and I will take care of things here.

Sure.

- Here you are. - Oh.

Sure do thank you for that, Miss Kitty.

Oh, it's all right, Chester.

I'll-I'll just put them both on your bill.

Eh?

Kitty, has young Nagle been hanging around here much lately.

Yeah, every night for about a week.

Sure looks unhappy, don't he?

Suppose he's been drinking a lot, too, huh?

I'll say.

Hello, Lee.

Come on over.

Would you like to sit down, have a drink?

No, thank you, Marshal.

How's everything at home?

With my mother?

Just fine.

She's going to get married.

How long has it been, four weeks?

That's a long time.

Well, uh, who-who is she gonna marry?

Well, you see, Chester,

my father left everything to my mother first.

So you can't much blame a poor man like my Uncle Hutch

for stepping in, now, can you?

Good night, Marshal.

Well... what do you think about that?

Well, that sure explains a lot of things.

No wonder he's been so unhappy.

I'll tell you what I think.

I think it's gonna lead to trouble

somewhere along the line here.

♪♪

Came awful close, didn't it?

What's the matter with you? You trying to kill me?

It was an accident.

I feel terrible about it... My own uncle.

Now, look, you...

I said I was sorry.

Hey, we're gonna have to order some more goods soon, Lee.

My father would've had it in a month ago.

Didn't hit you, did it?

I'm awful sorry.

I didn't know it was loaded.

I bet you didn't!

Came awful close, didn't it?

Now, look, Lee, I don't know what you think you're doing,

but I ain't gonna stand for it.

It was an accident.

I feel terrible about it.

Oh, stop!

What are you, crazy or something?

I said I was sorry!

I don't like to do this,

but I'm gonna have to talk to your ma about you, right now.

It won't do any good.

I think it will.

You won't tell her the truth, not ever.

Not till I make you.

Something's got to be done about you.

Hello, Miss Nagle.

- Marshal. - Marshal.

Well, wouldn't you like to sit down?

No, thank you.

We-we got a couple of things we wanted to tell you.

Well, first off, we'd like to announce

that we're gonna be married.

Yes, that's what I understand.

It seems kind of sudden, but...

well, I know in my heart that's how Martin would have wanted it.

He... Well, he always kind of worshipped Hutch.

The wedding's gonna be Saturday.

Afterwards, we're having a-a little party at the Dodge House,

and we want all our friends to be there,

Sounds fine.

Well, shall I tell him or do you want to?

You tell him.

Well, it's about Lee, Marshal.

He's been acting kind of strange,

more so every day.

Is that so?

He can't seem to shake loose this wild idea about...

Well, that what happened was no accident.

I've talked and talked to him about it,

but he won't even listen to me.

He dropped an axe within a foot of my head the other day,

and last night he cut loose at me with a rifle.

He claimed it was an accident, of course.

It terrifies me, Marshal.

Lee's never behaved like that in his life.

Was there something that you figure I can do about it?

Oh, no, no, that's not why we came.

We're going to send him back to St. Louis, Marshal.

He can help run the store there.

He never did like it very well out here anyway.

He'll be happier there.

We just thought we ought to tell you, Marshal,

in case Lee does anything wild

when he hears what we have planned for him.

Well, let's just hope that he doesn't.

Well, we'll be expecting you at the wedding.

- Right. - Thank you, Marshal.

Bye, Marshal.

Here's to you, Lee, my boy.

Here's to our trip.

Yes, sir, we're gonna have a fine time, boy.

Sure.

I'm a lot older than you are,

and I bet I can show you a lot of things.

- I bet. - I ain't been everywhere

and done everything for nothing.

And St. Louis?

I'll bet I can show you things in that town

that you've never even heard of,

even though you used to live there.

Sounds great.

We'll eat that place up.

No more of these little one-horse prairie towns for us,

- huh, boy? - No, sir.

Never again.

Marshal Dillon?

I'd like you to meet some friends of mine.

Hello, Lee.

Marshal Dillon, Chester Goode, this is George Farr.

Marshal, glad to know you, and Chester.

- How do you do? - How do?

Any friend of Lee is a friend of mine.

Mr. Farr and I are going

to St. Louis together tomorrow evening.

That so?

Well, that's the way it was planned.

Oh, well now, it wasn't exactly planned, was it, Lee?

I just happened through here, Marshal.

Come from Pueblo.

I go to St. Louis every year

just to keep the moss from growing on my back.

By golly, I wish that I could do that.

Well, you better come and go along with us, Chester.

Well, no, I don't think there's much chance of that.

Mr. Farr, uh, happened by the store today

and got to talking to my uncle Hutch and me.

That's how I found out we was both going to St. Louis

and on the same train.

It's always good to have a partner to travel with.

Uh, right, Marshal?

Sounds right.

Well, anyway, we're gonna have lots of fun besides,

aren't we, Mr. Farr?

We sure are, boy, we sure are.

Well, I got to get some sleep.

Chester, Marshal.

Uh, wait a minute; I-I'll walk out with you.

See you later, Marshal and Chester.

Well, I guess that kind of settles that, don't it?

I don't know.

I wonder.

Shorten a long trip.

Here, help yourself.

Cheaper than the Long Branch.

Thanks.

You know, that ain't bad whiskey.

We'll get better in St. Louis.

That's fine.

We'll get better everything in St. Louis,

won't we, huh?

We should.

Now, you know, this country out here is all right,

but, uh, it sure don't seem very civilized.

Seems like everything's still got the knobs on it.

Everything's kind of rough, needs shaping up.

Back east things are different.

Yes, sir, back east,

folks know how to live.

♪ We're going to St. Louis ♪

♪ We're going to St. Louis. ♪

Hey.

♪ We're going to St. Louis ♪

♪ We're going to St. Louis. ♪

Might as well take your coat off, Lee.

May as all go to sleep.

No, I'm all right.

But, uh, wouldn't you be more comfortable

without that cannon sticking in your back.

Oh, that?

I always carry it there when I'm traveling.

It don't bother me none.

About time for another go-around, eh?

Yeah.

Here, long evening ahead of us.

Oh, take a good one.

It ain't half empty.

You feel all right?

I feel fine. Why?

Maybe you better get a little air.

Oh, no, I'm all right.

- I don't need any air. - Well, well, come on.

Come on.

Come on, let's go back on the platform.

Why? I don't want to go outside.

Get on your feet, boy.

- Come on. - I'm all right.

Get a little air.

Now,

take a real deep breath.

Guess we won't have such a great time

in St. Louis after all, Mr. Farr.

Excuse me, Reverend.

Well, that was a fine wedding, if I do say so myself.

I enjoyed it very much.

You look mighty nice, ma'am.

Thank you, Marshal.

Best looking woman in the whole of Kansas.

I'm the luckiest man in Kansas, too.

Mrs. Nagel, would you like a little touch?

Thank you, Chester.

- Hutch? - Oh, no thanks, Chester.

Give it to the Marshal.

Mr. Dillon?

Oh, thank you, Chester.

Well, I'll, uh, I-I'll get me one.

To tell you the truth, uh,

I had me a little nip before the ceremony.

Well, I, uh, I guess most grooms do, don't they?

Well, I can tell you I needed it, Marshal.

But everything came off without a hitch, so...

I can relax now.

Well, what were you worried about, Hutch?

Oh, nothing,

but, uh, I'm glad it's over and done all the same.

I sure am.

Aggie, I want you to meet Mrs. Nagel here.

You already know Hutch.

- Marshal. - Ma'am, Jim.

Excuse me, folks.

Congratulations, Hutch.

Thank you, Jim.

Well, Mr. Dillon, did they kind of run you off?

Yeah, I'm not much on these affairs, Chester.

Oh? Well, I kind of like them myself.

Everybody's so happy and all.

I'm not sure that everybody's quite as happy as you think.

Well, there's plenty of punch.

We wish you the best of everything.

Thank you, Jim, thank you.

- Lee. - Lee?

Well,

what are you doing here, boy?

Lee, what happened?

We thought you'd be to St. Louis by now.

Looks like you run into some bad company.

George Farr, the man you hired to kill me.

You must be drunk.

You didn't have to hire anybody to kill my pa, did you?

That was easy for you.

And now you're rich and you got her, too.

What kind of crazy talk is that?

I don't care whether you admit it or not.

Now look, boy.

If you can't behave,

I suggest you leave.

I'm giving you another chance to kill me, Hutch,

now, while I'm facing you.

Why, you young whelp.

Hold it, Lee.

Give me the gun, Lee.

Now do you believe me, Marshal?

Yeah, I believe you.

What are you gonna do about him?

Well, I'm gonna take him to jail.

After that, it'll be up to the court.

I think you better take your mother out of here, Lee.

Ma?

Well, I just don't understand it, Mr. Dillon.

Uh, a man killing his own brother.

You know, th-that boy was right.

Yeah, he sure was.

He's not a boy anymore either, Chester.

Well, let's get him to jail, huh?