Original subtitles

Starring James Arness.

♪♪

Hey, what's going on here?

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, boy. Easy, boy.

What happened, mister?

Them horses took a fright.

Did you light them firecrackers and throw them at them?

No, horses is like that.

They're scared to death of firecrackers.

It was you.

Oh, you know, I ought to knock your head off.

Hey, you let me alone, now.

I-I didn't hurt nothing.

A man doing a thing like that ought to be strung up.

Strung up?

Just for having a little fun?

I'm gonna beat you, mister.

As old as you are, I'm gonna beat you.

Now, get out there!

No, Bert, you'll kill him.

Yeah, well, he ought to be killed.

All right, come on.

Let's see what you can do.

I know what I can do.

Not so sure it's worth hanging for.

Oh, you don't scare me none.

Come on. Come on.

Now, you gonna fight or ain't you?

All right, now stop that, you old fool.

Stop it.

You're scared of me, ain't you?

Sure, scared to death.

All, right, hold up.

Hold on a minute now, Bert.

Oh, it's all right, Marshal.

I ain't gonna hurt him.

What's the matter with you anyway?

My, what a fuss everybody's making.

I'll pay for them busted reigns, if that's what's worrying you.

With what?

Here, I'll show you.

Look. Go on, take some.

Here.

That's for your busted reigns.

Where'd you get all that money, mister?

My name ain't mister.

It's Hutch Dawkins, and I got this money

for selling my hog ranch up north.

And I'll buy everybody a drink

that'll come into the saloon with me.

You, too.

Come on!

There's something wrong with that man, Marshal.

Yeah, Bert,

but I'm afraid there's nothing you and I can do about it.

You better forget the whole thing.

Think I'm gonna have me a drink.

Mr. Dillon!

There's a telegram for you.

Oh, thanks, Chester.

Operator said it was from Wichita.

"Harve Peters and Bud Grant heading your way.

Bank robbers."

Signed, the sheriff of Wichita.

Bank robbers? They're headed this way, huh?

Yeah, that's what it says and that's all it says.

What do you mean?

Well, no description, nothing.

What are we supposed to do, sit around the bank

and wait for the first man to come in and pull a gun?

Well, I don't know.

I tell you, let's go back to the office

and check through the wanted circulars.

Maybe some of the names will match.

All right.

Supper really gonna taste good, Mr. Dillon.

We could have eaten an hour ago for all the good it did us.

Yeah, well, maybe they won't stop here in Dodge.

Maybe they'll go on to Pueblo and rob a bank.

Yeah, maybe.

Chester, where you hit?

Come on, fellas, give me a hand.

We got to get him up to Doc's.

Easy now.

Hello, Matt.

How is he, Doc?

Well, I'm not gonna know very much till in the morning.

Did you get the bullet out of him?

Oh, yeah.

It's a rifle bullet, you know?

Yeah, I figured it was.

That alley was a long way up the street.

Who in thunder would want to shoot him?

Oh, I don't think it was him they were after.

Why not?

Well, I got word from Wichita today

there's a couple of bank robbers headed up this way.

Way I figure it,

they must have got here a little early.

Oh.

You they wanted, huh?

That's the only thing that makes any sense.

Well, if they can't shoot any better than that,

why in thunder couldn't they have missed him altogether?

The worst part of it is that fool sheriff

didn't even send me any description of them.

You don't even know who you're looking for.

Not till they walk into that bank to rob it.

And I'm gonna be there waiting for them when they do.

Starting tomorrow morning.

Well, where you going now?

Well, thought I'd go out

and wander around the streets a little bit,

and I'm just gonna hope they try it again.

Well, wait a minute.

Now by golly, that's a little silly, ain't it?

Doc, you'll get word to me

if there's any change in him, won't you?

Tell me the one about this little pig

went to market again, will you?

Oh, barkeep, that's good.

That's for you.

Oh, there.

Any news about Chester, Kitty?

No, Doc doesn't know anything yet.

He said he won't be able to tell much until tomorrow.

That's a terrible thing, Kitty.

And the marshal doesn't have any idea who did it?

Hmm-mm.

Bill, have you ever heard of anybody

by the name of Harve Peters or Bud Grant?

No, can't say that I do.

Keep your ears open.

What do they look like?

That's just it, nobody knows.

Barkeep!

Barkeep, bring-bring another bottle!

Been buying drinks in here all evening, hasn't he?

All day practically.

Hmm. Well, he seems to be enjoying himself.

I'm going over to Doc's.

There might be something I can do over there.

Barkeep!

I'm coming.

I'll be right there.

Is he any better?

Well, he-he's no worse.

I sure wish Matt would give up

and get on back here.

Give up?

You ought to know Matt better than that.

Yeah.

Answer me something straight, Doc.

You're worried, aren't you?

Yeah.

There just isn't any more I can do for him.

Kind of up to Chester now.

You need some sleep.

No.

No, I don't.

- You do, though. - No, I don't need any.

I'm gonna make some more coffee.

Come in.

Well, good morning, Marshal.

Mr. Botkin.

You come to take some money out or to put it in?

Neither one, I'm afraid.

I just came here to see if I can help you keep what you got.

You keep your money locked up there

- at night, don't you? - Yes, of course.

Why do you ask?

Well, at least I don't have to worry

about guarding the place at night then.

What on earth are you getting at?

Mr. Botkin, I'm afraid there's gonna be

a holdup attempt made here.

Oh, for heaven's sake, why didn't you tell me?

We've got to do something.

I want men, armed men with rifles.

I want at least a dozen of them.

No, I'm afraid not, Mr. Botkin.

No?

What are you saying?

I'm gonna handle this thing alone.

All alone.

Where are you going?

What are you doing?

One isn't enough, Marshal.

I want guards all around this bank.

Just one man isn't enough, even you.

One man's all there's gonna be.

This is my bank, Marshal.

Things will be run my way here.

Two men are gonna make this holdup attempt.

They tried to shoot me last night

to get me out of the way.

Well, they didn't shoot you, that's obvious.

No, they shot Chester.

No.

Marshal, they didn't kill him?

He's still alive.

Well, thank goodness for that.

Mr. Botkin, I want those men.

I want them myself.

I understand, Marshal.

Thanks.

You just going to stand there and wait for them?

They'll be along, Mr. Botkin.

Sooner or later, they'll be along.

Well, this is the last of it, Marshal.

Whew.

Glad this day's over.

Better get you home and get some rest.

Maybe it's a false alarm.

Maybe they aren't coming.

We'll find out tomorrow.

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Peters?

Oh, hello, Marshal.

Peters, would you mind stopping that thing for a minute?

Well, I was only sending a telegram.

Has anything come in from Wichita yet?

Well, you said to bring it over to the bank if it did, Marshal.

Then you mean nothing's come.

Well, I'd have brought it to you if it had.

That's what you told me.

Yeah, thanks.

It's a description of those men you want?

Well, that's what I asked you for, yeah.

Well, I'll get it to you right away

as soon as it comes in, Marshal.

Thank you.

How's Chester?

Well, Doc says he's gonna be all right, Peters.

Well, that's fine. I'm glad to hear that.

Good night.

Good night.

Oh. Howdy, Marshal.

Looks like you got a visitor here, Mr. Botkin.

Botkin... Botkin?

Well, Hutch Dawkins.

I haven't seen you in over a year.

Well, maybe you ain't, but they have out there.

Put a heap of money in this bank a couple of days ago.

Yes, I know.

Sold my hog ranch.

Moved into town.

- Well, that's fine. - Yeah.

No! No, it ain't.

This town's deader than a doornail.

You don't say.

Yeah.

I come to town to, to get some excitement.

Nothing happens.

So I'm leaving.

Now, I want you to ship my money west.

I ain't gonna carry it with me.

Well, I think that can be arranged.

Where are you going?

Well, I think I'll try Pueblo first.

Well, that's not very far away.

No. But you send the money anyway.

I ain't gonna carry it on me.

Marshal.

Get back out of the way.

- What, what, what? - Get back.

What is it, Marshal?

All right. Let's have it. Quick!

Hold it.

No, don't... don't shoot, Marshal.

Stay where you are, Marshal.

He'll... he'll shoot me, Marshal.

You bet I'll shoot him.

Don't... don't...

- Don't let him shoot! - Come on, you.

Don't... don't let him shoot.

Poor way to see Dodge, ain't it?

Only been in town a half hour

and I got a bullet in me.

You say you been in town a half hour?

I reckon you killed me, Marshal.

Drink up!

Drinks for every man at the bar.

Thought you were leaving town.

Me, leave Dodge just when things are starting to happen?

No, sir. I was there today.

I seen the whole thing.

Bullets was flying right and left.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.

Here's to Dodge City and more days like today.

I was right there.

Seen the whole thing happen.

The bullets was going to the right...

Hey, come on, drink up! Drink up!

I got an idea, Bill.

I'll see you later.

Talk to him?

Yeah, a little while.

He dropped off to sleep.

Matt, uh... I've been thinking.

You suppose that bank robber just could have been lying

when he told you he'd only been in town 30 minutes?

He was a dying man, Doc.

I don't know what reason he'd have to lie.

Well...

Hello, Kitty.

- Hello, Doc. - Come in.

- Hello, Matt. - Kitty.

- How is he? - Well, he's a lot better.

- He's asleep. - Oh, that's good.

- Here, won't you sit down? - No, no thanks.

I... I want to ask you two something.

What would you think of a man that got all lit up

and excited and happy when there was a shooting or a killing

like there was today?

He just can't wait for it to happen again.

Well, I'd-I'd say there's something wrong with him.

Who you talking about?

Hutch Dawkins.

He's over at the Long Branch right now

buying drinks for everybody like it was election day.

You know, he was going to leave town but, uh...

he's not now.

He's gonna hang around for a while.

He's very happy here.

Well, what do you mean?

Because of the killing?

That's what he says.

Kitty, what are you getting at?

Well, I was just wondering.

Now this might be completely crazy, but...

well, you know a few hours before Chester was shot,

he came into town and threw his firecrackers

under the horses for excitement.

Well, I was just wondering if

maybe there couldn't be a connection there,

between that and Chester's shooting.

Oh, my... Kitty, that's awful flimsy.

Matt couldn't do anything about that.

I don't know, Doc.

Might be Kitty's got something.

What?

He still over at the Long Branch?

He sure is.

I think I'm just gonna go have a little talk with him.

Now, Matt...

I may be all wrong about this.

Yeah. And on the other hand, you may be right.

Ah!

Hit 'em up again, barkeep.

These are my good friends.

That's good money, too.

I, um, worked long and hard for that money.

Tell us, Dawkins, weren't you never married?

Married?

Oh, I, uh...

I've been married lots of times.

Lots of times?

Well... half a dozen, anyway.

You must have had a run of bad luck.

No, no, not me.

I just up and walked out on 'em.

I-I never could stand no woman

for more than a month or two at a time.

I, uh...

I'm thinking of getting married again.

Pretty soon, too, maybe.

You move awful fast, Dawkins.

Well, uh, women don't mean much to me.

I never could get no work out of one.

That is, not to amount to anything much.

Well, uh... where's my whiskey?

- Coming up. - Well, I want it now.

I'm paying for it, ain't I?

- All right, all right. - All right...

Howdy, Marshal.

You have a little drink with us?

No thanks, Dawkins.

Oh, well now, that, uh... that ain't friendly.

And we're all real friendly here.

Ain't we, boys? That's right. There.

Now, you see, Marshal? You see how happy they all feel?

Dawkins, I'm afraid you're under arrest.

Uh, what was that?

I said you're under arrest.

You're going to jail.

Marshal, you got the... you got the wrong man.

I... I ain't a bank robber.

I didn't say you were a bank robber.

This is for bushwhacking Chester.

I don't even carry a gun, Marshal.

Why, uh... what proof have you got of a thing like that?

I ain't even gonna listen to you, Marshal.

Leave him alone, Marshal.

He ain't going nowhere.

We all like old Hutch. Ain't that right, boys?

- Yeah. - Yeah.

Suppose you mind your own business, huh?

Well, now you're insulting me, Marshal.

Well, that's too bad.

Let's go, Hutch.

Well, I guess you boys'll have to buy your own drinks.

You know what, Marshal?

You ain't said a word to me.

Not one word since we left the Long Branch.

You lock a fella up without telling him why?

I told you why: for shooting Chester.

Well, there's a lot of other fellas

you could have picked on besides me.

In there.

What's the bed fer?

You're gonna be spending the night there, Dawkins.

You're going to be spending a lot of nights in here.

I don't sleep on no bed.

I hate 'em.

Well, this is your home.

It's up to you.

Marshal, eh...

If'n I was to pay you,

would you, uh, get me a cup of coffee?

I'll get you a cup.

Here, get one for you, too.

Dawkins, put your money away.

Marshal...

Uh... that fella Chester, is he dead?

Nope, he's not dead.

He's alive, huh?

Yep.

Uh, Marshal!

Hey! Marshal, come here!

I don't want no coffee, Marshal. Come here.

Uh...

the fella that, uh, did shoot Chester, uh...

what'll they do to him?

Oh, I don't know.

He'll probably stand trial.

Trial?

They hang him?

Oh, I don't think so.

He'll go to jail, probably.

That'll be up to the judge.

Oh...

Hey, I've heard about them trials.

They kind of exciting, ain't they?

Yeah.

A lot of people come?

Usually.

Uh, if I was to stand a trial,

I'd bet a lot of people would come, huh?

Yeah, I'd imagine you'd draw quite a crowd, Dawkins.

Hee!

Marshal, I don't know how you done it, but you're right!

You're right. I'm the one that shot Chester.

That's how I figured it.

Now, when do I have my trial?

Uh... no, uh, Marshal!

When-when do I have my trial?

I don't know, Dawkins.

No, Marshal, I got to have my trial.

Now, you promised me.

I got to... here...

here, I can pay for it.

You tricked me, Marshal!

Tricked me.

Never could trust them city fellers.