Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Yourself!

Now what do you want?

Coffee. A pot of it, if you don't mind.

I don't mind, mister, but the boss might.

Business is about as bad as it can get around here.

So is the food.

How about that coffee?

A whole pot of coffee, he wants.

Oh, you got a gall, mister.

I'm gonna ask the boss.

That deadbeat over there

wants another pot of coffee.

And he ain't gonna pay for it, you know it.

Now, look here, cowboy...

Sandy King's the name, Mr. Green.

Now, don't you "Mr. Green" me.

Okay... Hank.

What's on your mind?

Feeding you is on my mind.

Now, you've been eating here on credit for a whole week,

and you ain't paid a cent.

- 'Course not. - What do you mean, "Of course not"?

When a man eats on credit, he's not supposed to pay, is he?

Why, you...

I'm broke. You know I'm broke, Hank.

But I expect to run into some money soon.

Yeah, well, that ain't soon enough.

I'm broker than you are.

Look at this place.

Why, I haven't got enough customers to pay my water bill.

Sit down, Hank.

Sit down.

What are you doing?

The food's bad, Hank.

That's the whole trouble.

Oh, the food's bad.

You've been eating it a whole week.

Well, now, it ain't that bad.

Sandy, you got more nerve than any man I ever met.

But nerve ain't money,

and I can't afford to feed you no more.

So that's that.

Well, now, maybe I have been

kind of taking advantage of you, Mist... Hank.

Oh, you got a real easy way of putting things.

- I'll make up for it. - Oh?

You go in the kitchen and fire that drunken cook you got.

I'll take over for a week.

You'll take over what? Cooking?

Yeah.

Well, how do I know you're any better than he is?

Well, I'm not a drunk.

That's some improvement, isn't it?

All right.

I'll do it.

But you better be good, Sandy.

There's only one way to find out.

One pot of coffee.

We've been standing here for a long time.

Hey, where you going there!

Hey, that's far enough, mister.

What do you think this line's for, anyway?

I hear the food's good in here.

Well, you get back in line like the rest of us.

- Hey! - What's the matter with him!

Hey!

What's the matter with you!

Golly, I'm telling you this here is good.

It's just good, that's all there is to it.

Well, it sure sounds good.

Hmm? What do you mean?

Well, Chester, good food is not exactly

an excuse for bad manners.

Bad manners?

Well, golly, Doc, it's so seldom you get

anything good to eat around here,

when you do, well, you just got to eat it,

that's the way I see it.

The point is, you don't have to see it,

the rest of us do.

Oh, Doc, let him eat in peace.

It's the best food we've had in here in years.

Boy, you know that!

Well, how you folks getting along here?

- Hank, how are you? Wonderful. - Oh, hi, Hank.

It's real good.

I tell you, I eat in here every day

for the last week, it just keeps a-getting better all the time.

That cook of yours was a real find.

Yeah, Sandy's a good boy, Miss Kitty.

I'm gonna start paying him next week,

and I'm gonna pay him well, too.

Well, you better, 'cause I'm gonna steal him

and take him over to the Long Branch.

Oh, you wouldn't do that, Miss Kitty.

Oh...

By golly, I would, I'll tell you.

You're gonna be a rich man, Hank,

when that trailer gets into town.

I hear word's already got clear back to Texas.

Well, things sure have changed around here.

I'll tell you what I'd do, Hank, I'd just handcuff him

every night and chain him to the bedpost.

- That's what I'd do. - I think I'll do that, Doc.

Good idea.

Well... I'm gonna be going.

- You ready? - Yeah, I guess I am.

I'm not too sure about Chester, though.

Golly, I don't know whether I can get up or not.

You are paying for this again, yeah?

Oh, put it on the bill, can I, Hank?

Anytime, Marshal.

Thanks a lot, Hank.

- I'll be back at sundown. - All right.

Come early. Avoid the rush, now.

Waiter!

Excuse me.

What's the trouble? What's the trouble?

I ordered them eggs turned over.

Oh, come on, now!

Now, you get 'em back here and be quick about it.

I can't stay here all day.

All the good things we got to eat, and you order eggs?

Never you mind what I ordered.

You get them eggs back here, done right.

The man wants his eggs turned over, Sandy.

I ain't got time.

You'd better; he's pretty mean about it.

I don't care how mean he is.

What'd he order eggs for, anyway?

We ain't serving breakfast.

He's half-drunk... maybe he thinks it is breakfast.

- Oh, go on, don't bother me. - Oh, come on, Sandy.

There. They're turned over.

Now, Sandy, you'll just make him mad.

Well, then tell him to go eat somewhere else.

Cook! That was a smart thing what you done.

I told you you'd make him mad, Sandy.

You wanted your eggs turned over, didn't you?

Only I don't like to be fooled like that.

Here's what I think of your eggs!

Now look what you done!

Well, he had it coming.

Sandy.

Throw some water on him.

Sandy, he's dead.

Get him out of here!

You've killed him!

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Look, don't say nothing to nobody about this.

- Are you crazy? - I mean, for a while.

I need a half hour.

I got a couple of horses...

at the stable.

They'll never catch me.

Say good-bye to Hank Green for me.

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I run everybody out and closed the place up

soon as I heard about it, Marshal.

Well, that's a good idea, Hank.

I just can't believe it, Sandy killing a man like that.

Do you know anything about him, where he was from or anything?

No, not a thing, Marshal.

He seemed like a nice enough youngster.

And he sure was a good cook.

Oh, by golly, he sure was that.

Well, Chester, you better go get the horses.

- Yeah. - I'll meet you back at the office.

Look, Marshal, now, that fella Fisher,

he started all this, throwing them eggs at Sandy.

Uh, well, do you have to go after the boy?

Well, Hank, it doesn't matter if maybe it wasn't his fault,

but if Sandy killed a man,

he's gonna have to stand trial for it.

Well, you couldn't maybe kind of forget about it?

Afraid not.

Well, now, look, Marshal, Sandy was pretty popular

with the folks around here, and, well, they might not take good

to you tracking him down like a common outlaw.

You speaking for yourself?

Well... I'm speaking for most everybody that was eating here.

Now, most folks would be kind of willing to...

well, forget the whole thing and let Sandy come back to work.

The food's that good.

Can't do it, Hank.

It'll ruin me, not having a decent cook

with the trail herds coming in.

Hank, I'm sorry about it.

I'm afraid I just don't have much choice,

and I guess you don't, either.

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Well, golly, that sure ain't gonna help us none.

'Course, if it was a river,

I guess maybe we could swim across it.

Yeah, I guess we'll just have to wait till they go on by

and try to pick the trail on the other side.

Mr. Dillon, maybe he's seen him.

- Howdy. - Howdy.

- Hey, uh, you're a lawman. - Yeah, out of Dodge City.

I'm the marshal over there. You headed that way?

Yeah.

My name's Purdy. Jack Purdy.

I'm trail boss of that outfit.

Whatcha doing out here, Marshal?

Well, we're tracking a man, but your herd

went and crossed in front of us here.

Well, he might've seen you coming and done it on purpose.

Yeah, he's smart enough to.

I always like to see a man get away.

Nothing personal, Marshal.

Well, it'll be dark in an hour.

Doesn't look like we'll catch him tonight, anyway.

No, I don't believe you will.

Say, how's the cattle market in Dodge?

Well, it's holding up good.

Good. This ain't no trail to ride just for the fun of it.

You run into quite a bit of trouble

out here, do you, mister?

Oh, no more than usual, I reckon.

I better get back up there

and tell 'em to start milling the herd.

I don't like pushing cattle after dark.

I'd appreciate you not trying to go through 'em, Marshal.

It's all right. We'll pick up his trail

on the other side there.

Say, I heard there's a good cook in Dodge, for a change.

Fella come down the trail yesterday and told us about it.

- There was. - What do you mean?

He's the fella we're after; killed a man.

Oh. I'm sorry to hear that.

Men were looking forward to a good meal.

- So long. - So long.

By golly, heard about Sandy King clear out here, Mr. Dillon.

You know you'd think that he was the only good cook in Kansas.

You don't know of a better one, do you?

Well, now that you mention it, no, I don't guess I do.

I'll tell you, if this herd ever gets through going by,

we're going to cross over and camp

on the other side there and wait till morning.

I don't want to lose his trail in the dark.

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What are you doing here?

Well... say something.

I was wondering if, uh...

maybe I could have a cup of water.

Now, that's close enough.

I ain't gonna harm you.

'Course you're not.

I got the shotgun, ain't I?

But you don't need it.

Why'd you put your horses in our barn?

Well, I had to get them out of the sun, didn't I?

Now, that's close enough.

Aw, don't be scared, miss.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

You just stand right where you are.

You mind if I rest a bit before moving on?

Well, I...

I guess that'd be all right.

Shotgun must be getting awful heavy.

Well, I didn't know who you was.

My name's Sandy. What's yours?

Effie.

Gus Drayhorn's my pa. I guess you heard of him.

No, can't say as I have.

Is he around the place?

No, he rode up north today.

We got a water hole up by Shale Bluff.

And your ma?

I never knew my ma.

Oh.

Effie, you got any cold water up to the house?

Yes, we do.

Could I have some?

If it's no bother.

I'm terrible thirsty.

Well...

I guess that'd be all right.

It's really no bother.

Come on.

You know something, Effie?

I don't really need that drink of water.

You don't?

I was just riding by through the trees over there.

I seen you come out of the barn,

and I wanted to meet you, talk to you.

Why? What for?

You're the prettiest gal I've ever seen.

Oh... oh, well, you must know lots of gals.

Oh, I'm a lonely man, Effie, a mighty lonely man.

Well, there's times out there on the prairie

when I fair bust out crying for want of somebody like you

to talk to, to set and look at.

But that must be terrible.

Sometimes it's a month or more

before I even see another human being.

Well, what do you do?

I mean, why do you stay out there so long?

Well, I'm a drifter, Effie.

I guess I've found no good reason to settle down.

Oh, well, now, I don't think that's good for a person.

I mean, well, I think everybody should have somebody, don't you?

Well, it's not always easy to find, Effie.

No. No, it ain't.

But it happens sometimes.

Just like that, when you least expect it,

out of a clear blue sky.

Tell me about it.

All right.

All right, I'll tell you about it.

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Stand up, mister.

Pa!

I'd shoot you right here, boy,

but I don't want to mess up the place.

Oh, Pa, you can't shoot him.

He's as good as dead right now.

Pa, listen to me!

If you don't want to watch this, get into the house, Effie.

Pa, you can't shoot a man for one kiss!

It's all right, Effie, you can't stop him.

Nothing can stop me.

Now, move right over there, boy.

All right, that's far enough.

Drop that gun, Pa.

You wouldn't shoot me, Effie.

Oh, yes, I would, Pa.

Drop it!

What's going on here?

Now you won't shoot him.

You're Marshal Dillon, ain't you?

That's right.

How about putting those guns away, shall we?

Okay, but that don't mean I ain't gonna kill him.

You really gonna shoot him, were you?

I was. I'll shoot any saddle bum

I catch messing around my daughter.

Well, we'll take him off your hands.

You mean he's wanted by the law?

For murder.

Oh, no.

So he's a murder, to boot.

Gal, you sure can pick 'em,

can't you!

Let's go.

I'll be at your hanging, mister!

How about that drink now?

Well, don't hog the bottle!

- Sandy's back! - Yeah, he is!

- Who's Sandy? - That's the cook I told you about!

- Give me a drink! - What's the marshal doing with him?

- He killed a man. - Well, he can still cook, can't he?

He's the best cook Dodge ever had.

What do you say we have a little fun

and break that there cook out of jail!

Marshal!

Well, the word sure gets around fast, don't it?

Yeah, especially when it's about trouble.

Them Texans, they sure must love their food.

All this ruckus just because Sandy's a good cook.

Well, that's only part of it, Chester.

They also like to show up the law.

Yeah, they're always wanting to do that, that's for sure.

Especially when it's Kansas law.

Marshal!

- Marshal! - Come on out!

We want the cook, Marshal!

You'd better turn him loose, Marshal,

or we're gonna tear this town down!

Purdy,

- these your boys, are they? - Yes, sir,

I reckon most of 'em are here.

Marshal, folks tell me that some drunk

threw a plate of eggs at that cook's face.

They said he hit him, but they said he didn't mean to kill him.

That's right. And he'll get a trial, too, boys.

A fair one.

Well, we just want him to cook us up

a mess of supper, that's all.

Well, I'd like to help you out, boys,

- but I'm afraid I can't. - Marshal, you got ten minutes.

If that cook ain't out here then,

we're gonna start shooting up this town!

That'd be kind of foolish, wouldn't it?

Start a shootout over a cook?

A lot of other good restaurants around, boys.

Well, now, we tried all those other places

when we was here last year, Marshal,

and from what folks tell us, they ain't no better now

than they was then... Swill, just pig swill.

Make a man sick, Marshal.

All right, now, let me tell you something, all of you.

It's a whole lot better to have a little bad food

than it is a belly full of buckshot.

You better think about that.

Ten minutes, men, that's all he's got, right?

Right!

If this cook is as good as they say he is,

I'm gonna put enough food away I won't have to eat

till I get back to Texas!

Hey, about that bottle over here for a change, huh?

- You Marshal Dillon? - That's right.

Joe Grisim, Marshal, Texas Rangers.

How do you do?

I got a warrant here.

I heard the man was headed this way.

It's a warrant for Ed Fisher.

Ed Fisher?

You know him?

He's wanted dead or alive, $500 reward.

Well, I knew him.

He's dead.

Dead? Who killed him?

Got the man locked up right inside there.

Is that what this is all about?

- Mm-hmm. - Well, you might as well

turn him loose, Marshal; no sense holding him now.

Prisoner must be a popular man.

Yeah. He's a good cook.

Cook?

All right, men,

if you'll settle down for a minute,

I got something you'd like to hear.

This is a warrant for the arrest of Ed Fisher,

dead or alive.

Now, that's the man that Sandy King killed,

so it looks like you're gonna get your cook back.

All right, now, just a minute.

Soon as you break this mob up here, I'll turn him loose.

But we want him right now, Marshal.

Yeah, we'd kind of like him out, Marshal,

in time to cook us some supper.

The sooner you break up, boys, the sooner I turn him loose.

Well, send him on down to Delmonico's, Marshal.

We'll be waiting. Come on, boys, let's go!

Chester, go get the prisoner, will you?

Yes, sir.

Tell me, Marshal, how did this Sandy King

kill Ed Fisher, anyway?

Hit him on the head with a frying pan.

I don't think he meant to kill him in the first place.

Judge would've probably let him off easy.

Then you were going to a lot of trouble

to bring him to trial, weren't you?

Wouldn't you?

Yeah. Yes, I would.

Well, Sandy, this is Joe Grisim here.

He's a Texas Ranger.

- Howdy. - Hello.

Chester told me all about it.

I'm a free man, huh?

You sure are.

There's a $500 reward, mister.

Ed Fisher was wanted dead or alive.

Well, now.

I'm mighty broke, but I'm afraid that money

just wouldn't do me any good.

Thanks just the same, Mr. Grisim.

Whatever you say.

Well, I guess I'll be moving on.

Moving on?

I've always had a hankering to see California.

I guess this is as good a time as any to go.

Well, what about, uh, the boys down at Delmonico's?

They're waiting for you.

What do you think this row was all about?

Tell them I'm sorry.

I was just cooking to pay off a debt.

I didn't want to make a living at it.

Besides... I hate cooking.

So long.

So long, Marshal.

So long, Sandy.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

Ain't you gonna stop him?

Can't very well do that; he's a free man.

It's funny, isn't it?

That's the way the boys wanted it.

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