Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Hey, where you going, Jed?

I'm going after my mule, Jim.

Where's the halter?

What for?

Told Doc Adams I'd be in to see him this week.

Your eyes ain't getting any better, are they?

Doc says I need an operation, but that costs too much money.

I'd have to go clear to St. Louis.

I know.

I'm sorry I can't help you.

You do enough, taking me in and letting me live here.

I'm beholden to you.

Never mind that.

Halter's in the shed there.

You go on out and get that mule

and try to get back here before noon, huh?

Yeah, I'll make it.

I put the meat on to boil.

Good.

Howdy.

They're fine-looking animals.

They're good horses, ain't they?

That's what we were thinking.

Yeah, well, uh, you horse traders?

Well, you could call us that.

Yeah, we're always in the market for good horseflesh.

Well, I ain't figuring on selling

if that's what you was thinking.

Maybe we could talk you into it?

It'd have to be a mighty good offer, mister.

What would you figure would be a good offer?

Well, I don't know.

$200 apiece, but like I say, I ain't figuring on selling.

Price sounds reasonable to me.

You ain't serious?

- Why not? - That's a lot of money.

Why don't you go take a closer look at the horses?

You ain't really serious, are you?

Why, sure.

Acker, pay the man off.

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Come in.

Just sit down; I'll be with you in just a minute.

Hello, Kitty.

Hello, Matt.

Oh, Kitty, I didn't know it was you.

- How are you? - Oh, I'm fine.

What's he doing?

Well, I, uh, I don't think he really knows himself, Kitty.

He's probably making up some of those sugar-coated fooling pills

that he foists on his unsuspecting patients, you see.

You got any comment on that, Doc?

I wouldn't even dignify

such a libelous statement by denial.

What are you doing here?

Well, now, I'll answer that.

My dear lady, the law of Ford County and the High Plains

is undoubtedly quaking and trembling with fear

because of some imaginary gunman that's loose in Dodge,

and he sought sanctuary here in my humble office.

Well, he's right about the sanctuary part.

You see, Chester's cleaning up the office,

and I, I just couldn't take that singing.

Poor Chester.

Every time anything happens, it always turns out to be

- his fault. - And it usually is.

Say, you're dressing pretty high-fashion there.

What's the occasion?

Oh, well, no occasion.

I, uh, I just had it in my mind

to let the good doctor take me to dinner,

and I wanted to impress him.

Well, you sure have impressed me, and I'm...

I'll be with you as soon as I wash my hands.

Maybe you can go, too.

He's buying.

Well, Kitty, I doubt if he was that impressed.

Mr. Dillon.

Jed Cuff's over at your office.

He says he wants to see you.

Well, I'm afraid it'll have to wait, Chester.

You see, Doc here and Kitty have just invited me out to dinner.

Well, this is serious, Mr. Dillon.

He said Jim Redigo has been murdered.

- Jim Redigo? - Yeah.

Well, I'll see you later.

Marshal.

Hello, Jed.

Chester tell you what happened?

Well, yes, he did.

Why don't you tell me the whole thing?

Well, just like I told Chester,

I was out back in the shed when these men come riding up.

I... I couldn't recognize 'em.

I can't see too good from a distance.

Well, how many of 'em were there, Jed?

Two.

They just rode up and talked to Jim for a minute,

and then suddenly there was a lot of shooting

and Jim was on the ground.

There's only one of them left now, though,

'cause Jim got his shot off before they killed him,

and the other one rounded up Jim's two horses and...

just rode off.

Poor Jim.

Now, look, Jed, these horses... What kind were they?

One was white, Marshal, about eight years old,

and the other was a paint.

Any brands on 'em?

Yes, sir, they was

both marked with a lazy "R."

That was Jim's brand.

Uh-huh.

Well, we'll get him, Jed.

He shouldn't be too hard to follow with those horses.

Well, he's got a three- or four-hour head start

on us, though, Mr. Dillon.

Well, he's gonna have a little more than that, Chester.

We got some work to do out at Jed's place first.

Jed, I'll see that Jim gets a good grave.

Thank you, Marshal.

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I didn't know there was an Indian camp out here.

Looks like a Kiowa hunting party to me.

Well, if it's all the same to you, I'd just as soon skirt 'em.

Even peaceful Indians give me goose bumps.

No, I can't do that, Chester.

The trail we're following leads right through there.

Well...

Well, it's too late now anyway.

They've already spotted us.

We'd like to see your chief.

You are Kiowa?

Hawk clan.

I am Quick Knife.

I'm Dillon, United States Marshal.

Why you come here?

Those horses... can my partner ride close and look?

Go.

Well, them's the ones, Mr. Dillon.

There's a lazy "R" on both of 'em.

Chief, those horses... stolen.

We buy those horses and one more today.

Well, he must have sold 'em

his partner's horse, too, Mr. Dillon.

Chief, those horses... Stolen from white man.

All white men steal.

He killed man he stole the horses from.

White man dead does not bring sorrow to Indian.

This man must be punished.

You come to Indian for help?

Nope.

I just want you to tell me which direction he rode.

I do not care if white man punished or not punished.

Quick Knife.

I find this man, he must die, too.

Two white men dead.

You find his trail there.

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Well, what do you think, Mr. Dillon?

The trail leads right to it, Chester.

Yeah, well, I don't see nobody around.

Maybe he just stopped for water.

Let's go take a look. Come on.

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What do you want?

How do you do, ma'am?

I'm just wondering if we might get some water.

Water's scarce this time of year.

Well, I know it is, ma'am.

It's not for the horses.

It's just that we'd like a drink if we could.

Well, wait here.

Oh, thank you.

Chester.

Don't waste it none.

Thanks a lot.

Well, is your husband around, ma'am?

No, he's out hunting.

Hunting?

Well, it's a pretty-pretty poor season for that, isn't it?

Sometimes a body don't have no choice, mister.

Well, that's... that's right, ma'am.

You a marshal?

Yes, ma'am.

Well... thank you very much,

and I hope your husband has good luck hunting.

- By the way, what's his name? - Kurtch.

Abe Kurtch.

You can get riding now, Marshal.

She sure don't talk your arm off, does she?

Well, living out here, Chester,

maybe she's gotten out of the habit.

Follow me.

Let's get off the horses here.

Did you notice those two horses in the corral?

Yeah, they both look poor, don't they?

Yeah. One was born poor, and the other was rode poor.

Well, you think the man we're after is in the house with her?

That'd be my guess, Chester.

And I think her husband's in there with her.

Well, she said that he was out hunting.

Yeah, I know, but she was lying.

I saw his rifle leaning against the wall.

Well, couldn't he have more than one rifle?

I doubt it. They're too poor.

By golly, if he's in there with 'em, they're in a bad way.

- Yeah. - What are you going to do?

Sneak up to the house?

No, we can't chance that.

If he's in there, he'd kill 'em both.

We'll just have to wait and see what happens.

You said you wouldn't hurt Abe. You said that.

I said that.

Knocked him out.

Stopped him from hollering.

I wasn't gonna holler.

Nothing like making sure.

Done what you told me to do.

Got rid of them men, and you hit him anyway.

You better shut her up, Kurtch.

- Them men's the law, ain't they? - Lou, Lou.

- They've been following you. - Lou!

- So? - The big one... he's a marshal.

- So? - Food's ready.

Better get them horses.

Them horses?

Yeah, I'm taking your husband with me.

Just in case. Come on.

By golly, looks like you was right, Mr. Dillon.

Yeah.

Ain't much of a horse you got there.

He's old.

Well, my animals plumb wore out.

They won't go far... Neither one of them horses.

Why don't you give it up?

Well, I'd be glad to.

When me and your husband are both dead.

You can't kill him, Mr. Tebow. You got no reason to.

I can find a reason.

Leave him be, Lou.

I'll be all right.

Haven't you finished that yet?

All right, go on.

Abe?

I'll be back, Lou.

Quit stalling. Get on your horse.

We gonna keep after 'em, ain't we?

I'm gonna go up and talk to her first, Chester.

Let's go.

Oh, it's you.

Wh-What are you doing back here? What do you want?

Ma'am, we... we were hiding in the brush out there,

and we saw the whole thing.

But he knows you're a marshal.

He knows you're after him.

That's why he took my husband with him.

What's his name? Did you get it?

Name's Tebow. That's all I know.

What's he wanted for?

Well, he's wanted for horse-thieving and murder.

And you're gonna follow him?

Yes, ma'am.

But you can't do that! He'll kill my husband for sure.

Well, now, don't worry, ma'am.

We're not gonna rush up on him or anything.

We're just gonna follow along behind

and trail him out of sight.

But you can't do that.

Sorry, ma'am. I have to. It's my job.

Oh, please don't do that. He... He'll kill him.

Look, I promise you we'll do everything we can

to see that your husband is not harmed.

Come on, Chester.

Has he been shot?

No.

No, he's been hit on the head, Chester.

L-Lou? Lou?

Tebow couldn't be more than a half hour ahead of us.

Think we can get him?

No, Chester. Tebow will have to wait.

We got to get him back to the house right away.

Come on, give me a hand, will you?

Take his feet.

Go easy now.

Okay.

Abe.

He's been shot.

No, ma'am. He's... Tebow hit him on the head.

- He ain't dead? - All right, Chester.

No, he's just unconscious, ma'am.

You promised you wouldn't ride up on 'em, Marshal.

Get the front door, will you?

Put him down gentle.

Easy now.

He don't look right, I tell you.

Well, he's been hit in the head, ma'am.

Hit awful hard.

Oh, there's more wrong with him than that.

He's dead, ain't he?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

My golly, I didn't know that he was dead.

I didn't, either.

Well, when do you think it happened?

Must have happened on the way in.

Well, we've got to bury him before we get started,

so you better go out and see if you can find a shovel, Chester.

What about that man?

That Tebow?

Is he gonna get away with this?

No, ma'am. I promise you we'll get him.

He had no cause to kill Abe.

He did it for no reason at all.

He didn't even want his horse.

Did he?

No, ma'am.

Chief Quick Knife say, "You come."

Wonder what he wants us for.

I don't know.

You come.

We don't have much choice.

Let's go.

Quick Knife, what do you want of us?

We find white man.

You mean the one that stole the horses?

That man.

Well, what happened?

Indian boy on prairie leave horse to hunt rabbit.

White man take horse, shoot boy. Kill.

I see.

Well, Quick Knife, we'll take him from you.

We'll take him back to town and see that he's punished.

Mother of boy decide his fate.

What's the matter?

They turned him over to the women.

You mean, they killed him?

I wouldn't want to die like that.

You don't take him?

Not now.

You know, Quick Knife, I... I can't agree

with the way you do things,

but I respect your law.