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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

I'm gonna leave you to lock up, Gus.

I'll do it, Mr. Jonas, soon as I get the cash counted.

I'm already late for supper, and that rain

ain't let up at all.

We did a good day's business, didn't we?

It will be near $200.

Well, you lock it up safe now.

Don't you worry about a thing, Mr. Jonas.

You get along home now.

Well, I'll see you in the morning, Gus.

Yes, sir. Good night.

Good night.

Don't kill me.

Please don't kill me.

Shut up.

You can't, that money ain't mine.

It belongs to Mr. Jonas.

Mister, he'll blame me for it...

What do you want?

What are you gonna do to me?

Let me go.

Please.

No. No.

Chester, take a look out back there.

Gus?

Gus, it's Matt Dillon.

Marshal...

Gus, what happened here?

Robbed. Took all the cash.

We had $200.

Got any idea who it was?

Mask fell off...

I saw him.

Who was it?

Who was it, Gus? Do you know?

Cumbers.

Well, which one? Frank or Nate?

Mr. Dillon, he must've gone out the backdoor,

but I couldn't see hide nor hair of him.

How's Gus?

Dead.

Oh, that's a shame.

He talked a little just before he died, though.

Well, what did he say?

He said it was robbery.

He said it was one of the Cumbers.

Cumbers? Which one?

Well, he didn't get that far.

Yeah, it don't look to me like either one of them

could've pulled off a robbery like this.

Chester, I'm afraid it's more than a robbery now.

We'll have to get somebody to take care of the body.

I'm gonna have a talk with Nate and Frank.

Well, Frank ought not be too hard to find.

He's usually over at the Long Branch.

Yeah.

I'll stop by the house first and tell their mother.

I don't want her to hear it from somebody else first.

She sure ain't gonna like it. That's for sure...

Why, Marshal, Chester,

come on in.

Mrs. Cumbers,

look, I, uh, I hate to bother you like this, but...

It's no bother. Sit down.

Something wrong, Marshal?

Well, yes, Mrs. Cumbers, you know a Gus Blake

that works down at Mr. Jonas' store?

Yes, yes, I know him.

Well, the store was held up tonight,

and well...

Gus was murdered.

Oh, that's terrible.

Your boys around?

Well...

Frank's at the Long Branch I guess.

What about Nate? Is he here?

He's right in his room.

Here, I'll go fetch him.

Hello, Nate.

What's this about a killing, Marshal.

Gus Blake was murdered tonight.

Why do you come here?

He spoke the name Cumbers just before he died, Nate.

Well, he could've been lying.

He could be.

You been here ever since you got home from work?

He's been here since 6:00.

6:00, huh?

Well, this slicker here's

still pretty wet, isn't it?

Ma's lying to protect me.

I ain't been here all along.

Truth is, I rode over to see old man Ellis

on business.

What time did you get there?

I didn't get there.

Turned back on account of the rain.

Uh-huh.

Then you can't prove

where you were at all tonight, can you?

No, I can't.

But you can't put a murder charge on a man

'cause his boots are wet.

Can't you take his word?

Why you picking on Nate anyway?

Looks to me like I've got pretty good reason, ma'am.

If Nate done anything bad, or Frank either,

I'll punish them myself.

Their pa taught me that.

And he taught them, too.

We Cumbers take care of our own.

I'm afraid this is a job for the law, ma'am.

I tell you we take care of our own.

You ain't arresting me, are you?

No, I'm gonna have a talk with Frank first.

But you stay right here.

I may want to see you later.

And don't get any ideas about running away.

You'd look mighty guilty if you did.

Besides, I'd catch you anyway.

Good night, ma'am.

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Can I fetch you a drink?

No thanks. I'll be quitting soon.

We'll have a drink at the bar.

All right.

Hi, Kitty.

Hi, Matt. Hello, Chester.

Kitty.

Say, uh,

has Frank Cumbers been in here all evening?

Well, he was here when I came to work an hour ago.

Why?

Well, Gus Blake was murdered tonight, Kitty.

Murdered?

Mr. Dillon.

Two of the same?

Yeah, please.

Hello, Polly.

Frank.

Hello, Marshal.

Did you hear the news, Marshal?

News?

We're getting married.

Me and Frank.

Well, congratulations.

Well, thanks, Marshal.

I think it's about time I settle down some, don't you?

And he don't mean at a poker table either.

Frank, you been here all evening?

Well, I took a little time off.

How long ago was that?

About an hour and a half ago.

And, uh, how long were you gone?

Half an hour, three quarters?

Well, where'd you go? Anybody see you?

Everybody saw us.

Marshal, what do you think of a man

that wants to sweet talk his girl and then

takes her outside to look at the rain?

Well, look, I, uh,

I'm sorry I bothered you. I'll see you later.

Won't be here.

There you are.

Well?

Doesn't look like it was Frank.

He's got a pretty good alibi. Polly's been with him.

Hmm.

I'm glad of that for Polly's sake.

Must have been Nate then, huh?

Let's go pick him up.

Bye, Kitty.

See you later.

Nate, where are you going?

I'll be all right, Ma. Don't worry about me.

You're running away, that's what you're doing.

You're running away.

Ma, he's coming back for me. I know he is.

Now, Nate, you listen to me.

You can run away from the law all you like,

but you can't run away from me.

If you done it, I'll punish you myself,

you know that.

No son of mine is gonna be shamed

by a public hanging.

I didn't do it, Ma.

Then what are you so feared of?

Why you acting so guilty?

I don't want to go to jail.

I tell you, I couldn't stand it.

Now, let me go.

Nate.

Nate, you come back here.

Mrs. Cumbers.

I'd like to talk to Nate.

Not here.

Not here? Where is he?

Well...

uh...

Mr. Dillon,

he keeps a horse down at Moss Grimmick's stable.

Let's go.

He's not there.

You're making a mistake going there.

Mr. Dillon, if he got saddled up,

he could go out the backdoor.

Yeah, Chester, you better swing around that way.

If he tries to get out, holler, will ya?

All right.

Moss?

Moss Grimmick? Is that you?

No, it's Matt Dillon.

All right, hold it right there.

All right, now, get up.

You all right, Mr. Dillon?

Yeah.

Too bad you tried to run, Nate.

Let's go.

That about right, Nate?

It's fine.

How's the arm feel?

All right.

You wouldn't of had much to do

if the Marshal's boot hadn't tore it up.

Yeah.

Well, I'll see ya in the morning.

Doc?

Yeah.

I got to get out of here.

Well, I don't think there's much I can do about that.

How is he, Doc?

Oh, he's fine. He'll be all right.

- Doc? - Hmm?

Would you like a little?

Oh, no thanks.

I've sworn off.

You've sworn off of coffee?

I didn't say that. I just sworn off of that stuff.

Well, well, uh...

well, what'll I do with it?

Good morning, Doc. Chester.

How are you?

Frank.

Frank, come to see your brother?

Yes, but not in here. I'd sure like to see him

out on the street. I've got some business with him.

Oh.

Us Cumbers, we were taught to take care of each other.

If Nate did it,

then it's up to me to punish him.

So, uh, if you just turn him over to me,

why, uh, it will make things a lot simpler.

Frank, you know where the Long Branch is, don't ya?

What are you talking about?

Well, now, suppose you just get yourself

on back there and take your fool ideas with you.

Oh.

Frank?

He's just a little upset, ma'am.

It's, uh...

Mrs. Cumbers, what you got there?

Oh, it's, uh, food for Nate, Marshal.

Oh, we feed him, ma'am.

I mean, we feed him real good.

- Yes. - Yeah, well, considering.

But I want Nate to have his regular home-cooked food.

Ain't nothing wrong with that, is there, Marshal?

Not a thing, ma'am.

You go ahead right in.

I'll, uh, unlock the cell for you.

Some way to treat a prisoner. Home-cooked food.

Yeah.

Hey, Matt, did, uh,

Nate ever confess this thing to you or anything?

Not at all.

Well, what do you think about it, uh...

you think he's guilty?

Well, Doc, I just don't know.

Everything sure points to it.

Well, I'll be going home now, Marshal.

Thank you.

Ma'am.

Well, Mrs. Cumbers, can I do something for you?

- It's his evening meal. - Oh.

I thought I'd leave it, and he can eat when he wants to.

Well, I guess you'll want to take it in to him,

won't you?

If you don't mind?

No, not at all.

Ma.

Here you are, Nate.

You brought supper.

It'll be dark later.

You know I don't like walking the streets in the dark.

Sure.

I'm mighty glad you come.

I'm hungry.

Good-bye, Nate.

Good-bye, Ma.

I'll go home now.

Well...

Bye, Mrs. Cumbers.

Poor old lady.

- Hi, Fred. - Hi, Chester.

Help! Chester!

Help!

Nate, what is it, Nate?

My belly!

It hurts.

Chester!

What can I do for you?

My belly!

- I'll get... - Help me!

I'll get Doc just quick as I can.

Is he dead, Doc?

Yeah, he's dead.

That's a shame.

Dog gone, I think I might've been able to save him

if I'd have got here a little sooner.

Well, Doc, I come to get ya just as soon as I could.

Oh, well, I didn't mean that.

Doc, why do you say that?

Well, I think he was poisoned.

- Poisoned? No. - Sure do.

All the symptoms point to it. I wouldn't be surprised

if this food isn't full of it.

Oh, Doc, that's crazy.

His own ma fixed that for him.

Just like she always said...

her family takes care of their own.

Well, I've sure heard Frank talk that way.

Well, I just think that's, I just can't believe that.

Chester, Mrs. Cumbers is a strong-minded woman.

Well, only one thing I can do.

I'll take this food up to the office and analyze it.

Not that I have to.

I'd stake my life it's been poisoned.

Well, there's one thing, Matt.

You don't have to worry about hanging him.

Oh, no. That part of it's all right, except for one thing.

Now I got to put her in here.

Oh, golly, I never thought about that.

Well, you know, this could just keep right on going.

What do you mean by that?

Well, I-I mean, Frank wanted to get Nate outside

so's that he could take care of him hisself,

and, well, what's he gonna do

now that his own mother is a murderer?

Oh, he wouldn't do anything to her.

We're not gonna take a chance on that anyway.

As soon as we take care of him,

why, we'll get out there and pick her up.

Ma, are you sure you-you got everything you want, huh?

I got everything, Frank.

Well, I mean, I can...

I can you get a steak

or-or something from Delmonico's, huh?

I don't need it.

Oh. Uh.

Ma, uh, the-the burying went off real well.

I'll-I'll put up a headstone in a few days.

It's better there ain't none.

Oh, Ma.

You can forgive him now.

Uh, he's already been punished.

It's better there ain't no headstone.

Whatever you say, Ma.

I better get going. It's...

It's getting on to 5:00.

Say, Marshal,

are they gonna try her?

Yes, they will, Frank.

Well, I mean, if the court finds her guilty,

will they hang her?

No. That's not likely, but she'll go to prison, Frank.

All I wanted to do is just whip him.

You know, whip him real bad, but now...

Marshal, I'm leaving Dodge.

Leaving?!

Well, for a while anyway.

I just... just got to get away from all this.

My brother's dead,

Ma's in jail.

I just...

I just got to get away.

Well, Frank, I can understand how you feel,

but don't you think you ought to be staying around here

with your mother and all?

I can't, uh...

Ma will understand.

Well, where do you think you'll go?

I don't know.

Abilene, St. Louis.

Bye, Marshal.

Bye, Chester.

Bye, Frank.

Frank?

What?

Won't you change your mind, please?

- Oh, Polly... - Oh...

We've been all through this.

Oh, please, Frank.

Look, we've had fun, haven't we?

I've been good to you, haven't I?

Huh?

Yes.

Well, then.

You don't need me anymore, is that it?

Polly, I'm coming back.

I mean, some time.

I'll bring you a present. Would you like that, huh?

And that's supposed to make up for not taking me with you,

for not marrying me?

Look, I'm in a hurry.

Frank?

You can't do this to me, Frank.

You just can't do this to me.

Don't tell me what I can't do.

And if you talk, you'll go to jail, too.

What do you want, money? Is that what's worrying you?

No, I'm not worried about the money.

Oh.

Frank?

Well, what happened, Polly?

He was trying to run out on me, Marshal.

Running out on you?!

That's kind of a poor reason to kill a man, isn't it?

I could have got him killed another way.

What do you mean?

I could have got him hung, Marshal.

It was Frank who held up the store and shot Gus Blake.

Not Nate.

Oh, I don't believe that.

Why should I lie now?

While I was his alibi, he was good to me.

Then when he didn't need me anymore, he just...

threw me away.

They believed in punishing their own.

I guess I was pretty close to being one of the family.

Wasn't I?

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