Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

What are you kids doing here?

Go on, now. Get out of the way.

And put that chair back.

It's awful crowded in there.

Did you see him?

I couldn't see everybody.

Oh, I'm so hungry.

Well, now, Pa said he'd be straight home.

Well, why couldn't he ever just give us the money?

We could go to the store.

He'd sooner die than give us any money.

Milly.

Oh. I didn't mean nothing, Miss Kitty.

I'm not mad at you.

Matt, go see if Bart Glover's in there,

and if he is, bring him out here.

Sure.

Milly, are you and Joey getting enough to eat these days?

Oh, sure, Miss Kitty, we're fine.

Well, remember, if...

things get bad, you can always call on me.

You'll do that, now, won't you?

We'll get along all right, Miss Kitty.

I know you're kind of proud,

but don't let it get in your way...

or in Joey's, either.

Oh, I'll take care of Joey.

Somehow.

I think you will.

Well, he was there, Kitty, but he's gone about a half an hour.

- He ought to be home by now. - Maybe.

Say, I'm going down to Delmonico's

and have something to eat.

Would you kids like to come along?

- Gee... - No, Joey.

Uh, we better be going home.

Thanks anyway, Marshal.

- So long. - So long.

- Pa's home, all right. - How do you know?

Well, we left the door shut, didn't we?

Maybe some animal got in!

Well, at least he made some soup.

I made that soup yesterday.

He was supposed to buy a little meat to put in it.

There ain't no meat nowhere, Milly.

No, he didn't buy no meat.

Bought liquor instead.

Like always.

Joey, stop that.

But I'm hungry.

Well, that's no excuse to act like a...

like he does.

Oh, I'm sorry, Joey.

I know you're hungry; so am I.

Come on, let's get out of here.

I know what we'll do.

We'll go over to Laura's... She'll give us something to eat.

Milly, her husband don't like us coming around there!

Well, maybe he ain't home. It won't hurt to have a look.

Come on.

♪♪

Laura?

Laura, you home?

Milly! Milly, how are you?

Hello, Joey.

Well, come in! Come on in!

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Why don't you come around more often?

Oh, well, uh, we don't like to be a bother.

Oh, you're never a bother.

Oh, I've got a surprise for you. For you, too, Joey.

I finished it just this minute.

- I must've known you were coming. - Oh.

Just look at that...

Dried apple pie, right out of the oven!

Now, come on, come on, sit down, sit down.

Now, Laura...

hadn't you better save this? What'll your husband say?

Well, I've got another one there for him.

Now, come on, sit down and I'll cut you some.

And be careful of this, Joey. It might be a mite hot.

You're an awful good friend, Laura.

Oh, I just wish you'd come around more often.

It troubles me these days,

me having so much and you having so little.

Well, Laura, now, you deserve everything you've got.

Oh, I was just lucky I-I found a man.

Sam... well, he has his faults, but he's a good provider.

Go to, there, Joey.

Oh! You'll be wanting some milk with that.

Oh, no, no, now, don't bother.

Oh, sure, I'll get you some.

Pie without milk's hardly worth eating, I always say.

'Course, I never could get my fill of milk.

That's why Sam bought me that cow last month.

Said it shamed him to be going into town

buying so much milk all the time.

Now, you just help yourself to more.

Oh, no, thanks, this is plenty for me.

Well, you have more, Joey.

Go ahead. Take all you want. Uh, Milly,

I'd like to show you something in the bedroom.

Sam brought it home last week. It's a surprise.

All right.

Just bring your pie.

Mmm.

Isn't it beautiful?

Oh, golly, Laura, it sure is.

Oh, and I'll bet it's all full of clothes, too.

Aw, I'm sorry, Milly, I...

I didn't mean to show off.

I-I just wanted you to see it.

Oh, Laura, I'm happy for you.

I'm real happy for you, honest.

Oh, Milly, I wish I could help you, but...

but you know the way Sam is.

- He-He'd give me anything I want, but... - Well, I know.

That's the way it should be, Laura.

A man ought to take care of his wife.

But, Milly, you and Joey just can't go on like this forever.

Laura, I've been thinking...

and coming here today just cinches it.

What?

Remember when you was poor like Joey and me?

'Course I do.

And now you've got this nice house and nice clothes,

plenty to eat, just everything.

I've been mighty lucky.

No, no, it's... it's not so much lucky, Laura,

as that you use your head.

You got married.

Well, I... I must admit that...

Well... that's what it takes... Getting married.

Oh, Laura...

do you think I'm too ugly to get married?

Why, of course not, Milly!

But, Milly dear, you're downright pretty!

No, no, I'm not, but I know what.

What?

Older men, widowers and such,

now, they can't expect to get a real pretty gal, can they?

Now, Milly... Men like Harry Tillman.

Or that Sam Lawson... Why, he's even older.

Why, Milly, you can do much better than that!

Well, Ed Potts, then.

He's only about 30.

Ed Potts is a terrible man!

No. No, now, Laura, I'm gonna do it.

I've got to do it.

For Joey's sake, if nothing else.

- But, Milly, it's... - No, now, Laura, no,

don't try to talk me out of it, 'cause my mind's made up.

I'll go see Sam Lawson tomorrow morning.

Yeah, I'll start with him first.

All right.

But you're sure not going like that.

Let's have a look at this.

I think we can make this fit.

Oh, Laura, would you really?

You try it on, and we'll take a look at it.

I'll go find you some shoes.

Oh, golly!

Now, where did them goldarn kids get to this morning?

Milly!

Joey!

Get on back into the house here!

Oh, the devil take 'em!

♪♪

Joey?

Gee, Milly, it's... it's...

- Do you like it? - It's beautiful! It's just...

Oh. Well, at least I impress you.

Oh.

Oh, wait. Now, Joey...

I want you to hide this in our hiding place.

- But can I go with you? - No, no, now,

not this time, Joey.

Now, you do as I say,

and I'll be back in a few hours.

You be good, now.

Mr. Lawson?

Mr. Lawson?

Mr. Lawson, wake up.

It's Milly Glover, Mr. Lawson.

What are you doing here?

Well, I come to see ya.

You're Bart Glover's kid, ain't ya?

Yes.

What'd he do, hold up a stage or something?

Where'd you get them fancy clothes?

- Mr. Lawson... - How'd you get out here, anyway?

I walked.

You walked?

Five miles?

Yes, sir, I'm very strong.

You're very crazy, if you ask me.

What do you want here?

I am strong, Mr. Lawson.

Why, I can work from morning till night

and hardly even get tired.

I can cook and I can clean house

and I can sew.

Well, a little.

I'll be honest with you, Mr. Lawson,

there's a lot of things I got to learn yet,

but I'll learn 'em real fast, I promise.

I ain't really had much of a chance yet.

But I can sure enough feed chickens

and throw slop to hogs and all like that.

Who sent you out here?

I don't need no help. I ain't hiring nobody.

Oh, no, I ain't looking to hire out.

I need something more than that.

What are you talking about?

A husband.

What?!

'Course, Joey'd have to come along, too,

but he won't be a bother, I promise.

I'll look after him.

Oh, please, Mr. Lawson, we won't be underfoot at all, I promise.

Who sent you out here? What kind of a joke is this?

Oh, no, sir, it's no joke.

Nobody sent me; I'm here on my own.

Oh, then it's your idea of a joke!

No, honest, I'm serious, Mr. Lawson.

A young girl like you getting all decked out

to come out here and marry a fat old man like me!

Well, you're mocking me!

I won't have it, you hear? I won't have it!

I got a mind to thrash you.

I got a mind to thrash you good!

You get out of here, you young jezebel,

and if I ever catch you here again,

so help me, I'll horsewhip you!

♪♪

- Hello, Mr. Tillman. - Aah!

Oh.

You look kind of familiar.

Well, I'm Milly Glover.

Oh, that drunken Bart Glover's kid, huh?

Well, I'm, I'm 17.

What's this, your, your birthday or something?

Oh, no, sir, I was 17 a month ago.

Well, ain't that fine.

Beat it, now, I, I got work to do.

Oh, wait.

Mr. Tillman, I've got to talk to you.

Please, Mr. Tillman.

Look, I live out here because I like to be alone.

I don't want people around.

My nearest neighbor is Sam Lawson,

and I'd shoot him if he set foot on my land.

So who do you think you are,

coming out here and bothering me?

Well, listen, Mr. Tillman, it ain't fair.

Now, you got to at least listen to me.

All right, all right.

Now, say it out, say it fast, and then start walking.

Well, go on.

Joey... that's my brother... H-he and I...

Well, we got to find something better than what we got.

We can't go on like the way we've been,

so it's up to me to do something.

Well, go on and do it.

No, wait, Mr. Tillman, I've got to get married.

What?

You marry me, and I'll cook for you and I'll clean for you.

I'll work real hard for you, Mr. Tillman, I promise.

Marry you?

Why, of all the...

If that ain't the darnedest...

Me marry you.

Well, if that ain't something, huh?

Stop it, stop it! It ain't fair.

Now stop it!

If you don't want to marry me, just say so.

You ain't got no right to laugh at me.

Just say you don't want to marry me, that's all.

You bet I wouldn't want to marry you.

I wouldn't marry any woman,

let alone an ugly, poor white trash like you.

Brat of a no-good drunken sot that everybody spits on.

Why, you ain't fittin'

to feed out of the same trough as my hogs.

Look at you.

You think you're pretty, huh?

Well, that dress don't cover nothing.

You're as ugly as sin.

A pitch-black night in a blizzard

ain't got nothing on you.

Now, get out of here before I run you through,

'cause I'll skin you out and nail your ugly hide

to the barn like a rabid skunk.

Now get out!

At least Pa ain't here.

He went to the store to get something to eat.

Oh, sure, sure, he did.

Where's the dress, the pretty one?

Oh, I hid it in that sack where you hid this one.

Oh.

I'll give it back to Laura tomorrow.

You didn't get married?

No, Joey, I didn't get married.

I sure didn't.

Oh, ain't there nothing to eat around here?

Well, I found some berries down by the creek,

but I et them, Milly, I-I'm sorry.

Aw, Joey, you should have.

You did right.

Anyway, Pa is going to bring something home tonight.

He's just bound to.

- Milly. - What?

I'm glad you didn't get married.

We'll make out anyway.

We will, won't we?

I'll do it.

I'll do it, I'll try one more time.

Joey, tomorrow I'm gonna put that dress on again

and I'm going to go see Ed Potts.

He's the only one left I know of and he just can't say no.

He just can't.

20, 21, 22, 23... Sam, give me a drink.

Look at that, Miss Kitty.

Ain't that a sight?

I sure wish Matt could tie him up someplace

and turn those kids over to the Widow Harper.

Well, it-it's illegal, Miss Kitty.

Otherwise I know he'd do just that.

I-I know, he told me.

Give me another one, Sam.

I got orders to serve you one drink, Glover, and that's all.

That Kitty woman again, eh?

Well, it isn't fair.

Look, look there.

Is there something wrong with that money?

Why don't you try the grocery store?

Your kids might appreciate it.

My kids is fine.

They don't lack for nothing.

Well, I know a few things that they're lacking for, Glover.

They're the happiest little kids in the world.

Ain't got no cares.

Just a couple little animals growing up free and easy.

Get out of here, Glover.

Come on, come on, money, we'll find us another bar.

Hello, Mr. Potts.

Hello.

I'm Milly Glover.

Oh, sure... I've seen you around Dodge.

You alone?

Yes, sir. I want to talk to you.

Oh, sure.

Sure. Come on inside.

What's this?

That there's a still.

Ain't you ever see'd one?

It's nice.

Very nice.

I don't believe in wasting no money on frills.

Oh, no. A bad waste of money.

Not that I can't afford it, mind you.

Oh, I know, Mr. Potts. Everybody says you're well off.

What you come here fer?

Well, I...

Could I sit down first, Mr. Potts?

I'm kinda leg weary.

Sit.

I was just about to have some coffee.

I'll fetch you a cup.

Oh, thank you.

There you are.

Thank you kindly.

Kind of hot.

Now tell me why'd you come here for.

I need help, Mr. Potts.

Help?

Oh, uh, not really.

I mean, I ain't looking for a handout

or anything like that.

Now what you come fer?

Well, I'll be honest with you, Mr. Potts.

Now this... it ain't an easy thing for me to say, but...

I want to get married.

Married?!

You... you proposing to me?

Well, I'll work hard, you'll see.

What you want to get married for?

Well, I'm 17... and it's about time...

and I got responsibilities.

What's them?

My little brother Joey. I gotta do something about him.

Now, you want to marry me, move in here,

and bring your little brother along, is that it?

I'll make a good wife, Mr. Potts.

I can learn to do everything.

And Joey, he'll work for you, too.

He'd be a big help to you.

Okay, Milly, you can move in here.

Oh, Mr. Potts... Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

Oh, now, that ain't no way to behave.

I'm sorry.

When will we get married, Mr. Potts?

When, Mr. Potts?

Oh, now, Milly, I didn't say nothing about getting married.

I said that you can move in here,

and that don't include no little brother, neither.

No.

No.

Well, now what's wrong with that?

You'll eat regular...

you got a roof over your head...

and I won't beat you but seldom.

Less'n you get stubborn.

Now, what's your hurry?

Just let me out of here!

Not likely.

Not now.

Don't you touch me.

What's wrong, Milly?

Oh. Oh, nothing, nothing. I...

I sprained my ankle, that's all.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, it'll be all right in a minute. I...

There. Better already.

I've been waiting for you.

You gonna marry Ed Potts?

No!

No, I am not.

I must have been crazy going over there.

I wouldn't marry him if he was the last man on earth.

Well, why not?

'Cause he's too ugly, that's why.

Forgot how ugly he is.

Oh.

Oh, he wanted to marry me.

'Course he did. Ugly old man like that.

Well, he'd be lucky to get a woman twice his age.

You turned him down?

You bet I turned him down.

Got real mean about it, too.

Yeah, they was all mean to you.

All three of them... Meanest men I ever saw.

But they ain't gonna get away with it, Joey.

What are we gonna do?

We're gonna fix them, that's what.

We're gonna make their lives miserable.

But how?

We're gonna be like a couple of horseflies,

and we're gonna bite 'em and bite 'em until they're raw.

Gee.

Starting tonight after dark.

Dirty, rotten devils.

Oh. Doc.

I just, uh... I, uh... practice in the...

Oh.

What are all those things?

Oh. That... Them's my decoys.

Oh.

You make those yourself?

Yeah, uh-uh. Made-made every one of them.

Well.

Well, you know, Chester,

I've always kind of wondered about you.

Uh-huh.

But by golly, I think now I got it figured out.

Yeah.

You're some kind of a bird.

No.

Well, now, I'm not gonna say anything about it to anybody.

Well, I ain't no such thing, Doc.

I just... uh... I was just practicing

so's that I could watch 'em.

What's that?

Well, uh... nothing.

Well, let me see it.

Well, it-it's just my quacker.

Now give it to me.

Your what?

My quacker. It's my duck quacker, and I made it myself.

I don't think I can stand this.

No, you can't stand it.

You know why you can't stand it?

I'll tell you. You just...

You can't stand the word "quack."

Now, you see here.

And I'll tell you something else, Doc.

- You ain't gonna be invited. - Where?

Well, to the duck dinner that me and Mr. Dillon's gonna have.

- Oh. - Yeah. yeah.

Well, all right, if that's the way you feel about it.

- Yeah. - I came in here this morning

to ask you to walk down to Delmonico's

to have breakfast with me.

Well, uh, um, uh, I ate.

I had breakfast.

Oh, no, no.

You just wait here and fly down later if you want to.

- Oh. - Lawson.

Oh, Doc, what are you doing in there?

That marshal pay a little more attention to his business,

we wouldn't have as much trouble around here.

What's-what's... what you talking about?

I don't need you, Chester, or the marshal.

I can take care of my own.

- Well, what's the matter with you? - Plenty.

Well, what is it then?

Hello, Lawson.

Oh, there you are, Marshal.

Well, now, how would you feel about it,

you round up a dozen head of half-wild horses,

and someone come up during the night,

let them out of the corral, run 'em out all over the prairie?

Now, how would you feel about that, huh?

Well, I don't guess that I'd feel too good about it.

Now, I got to come to town and hire me a rider

to go out and round 'em up for me.

I can't do that kind of riding no more.

How do you know somebody did that?

If they were wild horses, maybe they just broke loose.

Marshal, I'm wearing a gun today

for the first time in a long while.

Now, I know who turned out them horses,

and I'm gonna put this gun to use

as soon as I lay eyes on him.

Who was it?

That no-good neighbor of mine, Harry Tillman.

Tillman? You got any proof of that?

Living next to that skunk for five years

is proof enough for me.

Don't be a fool. That's no proof at all.

I'm gonna kill him, Marshal.

And I'm too old to care who knows it.

Lawson?

You're not too old to hang,

and don't you forget it.

By golly, I-I think that he means that, Mr. Dillon.

- Yeah. - Oh, my.

Well, Chester and I are gonna have some breakfast.

You want to join us?

No, no. I think I better ride out

and have a talk with Harry Tillman.

- I'll see you later. - Come on, Chester.

Marshal.

Hello, Tillman.

Oh, well, what are you doing out here?

Oh, you don't very often wear a gun, do you?

I got cause to wear a gun.

What's that?

I'm gonna kill a man.

Sam Lawson?

How did you know?

Well, he's telling everybody

that you turned his horses loose last night.

Well, he's lying... as usual.

Lookee here, Marshal.

Take a look at that.

Brand-new harness.

What happened?

It got all cut up with a knife.

Sam Lawson's knife.

How do you know it was Sam Lawson?

He snuck over here in the night and done it.

Did you see him?

I didn't have to see him. I know Sam Lawson.

Tillman, you know, Lawson's wearing a gun, too.

He claims he's gonna shoot you on sight.

Let him come.

You know, I just can't understand

two grown men like you

running around cutting up harnesses, turning horses loose.

I didn't turn no horses loose.

You're acting like a couple of kids.

You ought to be ashamed of yourselves.

It's none of your business, Marshal.

No, it isn't...

not until one of you kills the other.

But you remember this, Tillman:

whichever one does the killing is gonna hang for it.

There you are, Mr. Lawson.

What if Mr. Tillman sees us?!

Now you take this and you get going,

- and I'll catch up with you. - All right.

Ho.

Ha!

♪♪

Glad I run into you, Lawson.

Saves me that ride all the way to your place.

I was just coming to pay you a call, Tillman.

You paid me a call last night, you sneaking rat.

I didn't go nowhere last night.

You ain't even got guts enough to admit it, have you, Lawson?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I rode all the way out here to shoot you,

and I might as well get to it.

Oh, Miss Kitty, how are ya?

Doc, I didn't know you were here.

You gonna throw me out?

Oh, no, no, you're too good a customer.

Well, I'd like to be a lot better, Kitty,

but I have to work sometimes.

Not tonight, anyhow.

Yes, I do. Yeah, whenever Matt gets back.

What do you mean?

There was a shooting today. I just heard about it.

I was at the Grant place, upriver.

Who was it?

Sam Lawson, Harry Tillman. They got to shooting,

and some cowboy found 'em out on the prairie.

And they're hurt pretty bad, too, I guess.

Hello, Kitty, Doc.

- Matt. - Matt, you find those fellas?

Yeah, Chester's got 'em over to your office right now.

Oh. Well, I better get on over there.

Save your money, Doc.

- It's on the house? - Mm-hmm.

- Well, thanks. I'll see you later. - Sure.

How about a drink, Matt?

Oh, no, I don't think so, Kitty. Thanks.

Do you have any idea what brought on a showdown

between Tillman and Lawson?

No. It's hard to believe

two grown men acting that way, isn't it?

That might teach them a lesson mightier than a feud.

- Maybe. - Give me a drink!

Leave that be.

Sam, have you given him more than one drink in here tonight?

That's all, but he wasn't exactly sober when he came in.

What's the matter with you?

Glover, why don't you go on home?

Listen, we're not gonna serve you in here anymore at all.

Not even one.

You got no right to say I can't have another drink!

She's got all the right in the world, Glover. Now come on.

I've got a perfect right to have another drink!

Come on. On your way.

Who is she to say I can't have another drink anyway?

See ya later.

Now, Glover, go on home.

If I see you around town anymore tonight,

you're gonna sleep in jail.

Leave me be, Marshal.

Come on. Let's go.

- On your way. - All right.

Oh, now, it's all right, Joey, long as Pa don't catch you.

Where you been? I been waiting for you.

Well, I been hanging around Front Street,

seeing what I could find.

Did you hear anything new?

It's true, all right. They shot each other.

But I did hear folks say they was gonna live.

But what about us?

I didn't hear a thing.

I don't think anybody suspects us yet.

Milly, if they find out, will they hang us?

Oh, 'course not!

Quit worrying.

- I have decided one thing... - What's that?

We're gonna leave Ed Potts alone.

We ain't gonna plague him like I planned.

We're just gonna forget this whole business.

I never expected nothin' like this happening.

I only meant to plague 'em some.

This is just a terrible thing.

Put that knife away, it's Pa.

I want some water.

Thought I told you kids to keep this thing full.

Now get out to the well and draw some.

She's more worthless than you are.

She's been trying to help, Pa.

She's been what?

Trying to help.

To fix it so she and me won't be a bother to you.

The only way she could do that

is kick you in the river and jump in after you.

She tried to get married, Pa.

And she darn near did, too...

but he was too ugly.

What're you saying, boy?

Mr. Potts... he wanted to marry her, all right,

but she wouldn't let him, because he was too ugly.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

Milly... I'm fetching it, Pa.

- Never mind that. - Here.

I said I don't want none.

Yeah... Yeah.

You ought to be getting married.

You're how old?

Seventeen.

Well... that's a woman... yes, sir.

Ed Potts is too ugly, huh?

What?

You think he's too ugly to marry, do you?

You turned him down, huh?

Well, let me learn you something. There.

There ain't no man too ugly for you.

He wants to marry you, you marry him, you hear?

No, Pa! Now, that ain't the way it happened.

What?

I just told it that way to Joey 'cause I was ashamed.

What did happen? Now, tell me the truth.

Well, he don't want to marry me.

Now, that's the truth, Pa.

Potts ain't the kind of man to turn any woman down.

Why, I just told you, Pa... I know, I know.

He still wanted you, just the same, though, didn't he?

He should, too...

Why, you get cleaned up some,

maybe you ain't so bad looking.

Pa, listen...

Fact is, you probably didn't talk to him proper.

Didn't tell him what a good wife you'd make.

Never was too good at speaking your mind.

I'll just go tell him a few things.

Oh, no, Pa.

Don't go over there, please.

I don't want to marry Mr. Potts.

Please, Pa.

Please.

- Please... - Shut up!

I don't much care what you want.

Mm.

Hello there, Potts.

How are you?

Hello, Glover.

Well... getting some of your chores done.

Yep.

Laying up some firewood for them cold nights coming, eh?

Mm-hmm.

Nothing like a good fire on a stormy night, is there?

No.

That is, of course, if a man has to live by himself.

Did you ever think of that?

So what you come out here for, Glover?

Well, I'll tell you.

How's the still, Potts?

Workin'.

Well, I... I'll tell you, Potts.

Tell you true. I come about Milly.

Oh, now, she lied to you.

I didn't do a thing to her.

She been telling you stories.

Now, now, now, don't get upset.

I'm only interested in one thing.

What's that?

Well, let me put it this way...

Milly's a good girl.

She's 17 and full-grown.

She's a hard worker, and she can learn...

and she ain't bad looking at all,

you get her cleaned up some.

Now you gotta admit that, don't you?

She ain't no beauty.

But I guess I seen worse looking women.

Well, now, suppose I was to...

make her come out here.

She could come.

You leave that to me.

You mean you want her to come out here?

I said I could make her come.

But there's another side to it.

You can't forget that she's my only daughter.

It's not just that she helps around the place,

and takes care of things, why,

Milly's my pride and joy.

She's dear to me.

It'd take a big chunk out of my heart to lose her.

And what do you figure that

chunk out of your heart's worth?

Why, you can't put a price on such things, you know that.

Oh, of course not.

But, uh, you think that $30

would help ease the pain a little?

$30?!

Well, that's no more than a horse is worth!

You can turn a horse out to graze.

A woman takes feeding.

That's an insult to my daughter.

$30... why, it's criminal!

I won't go no higher.

What's the matter with you?

She's worth a hundred, and you know it!

At least a hundred.

$30... take it or leave it.

What kind of a man are you?

You can't bargain over a human being!

I said $30. I meant $30.

She just ain't worth any more than that to me.

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Think he's in there, Mr. Dillon?

Probably.

Well, it's a good thing that we seen Milly and Joey in town.

Put that gun down, Glover.

You put that gun down

and come on out of there!

We'll blast this shack to bits!

We know that you done it.

You might as well come on out!

You don't know nothing.

I been right here all day.

Arch Philips found Ed Potts and brought him to town.

He come to long enough to say that

it was you that hit him in the head.

All right, now hold it right there, Glover.

Drop the knife.

Go on, I said drop the knife.

You're gonna have to shoot, Marshal.

You ain't gonna take me alive.

It might be the best idea, Mr. Dillon.

All right, Glover.

Come on, let's get on your feet.

- You turning me loose? - Not hardly.

Your kids is out there.

Is that all?

Well, they come to see you.

Throw 'em out!

Well, for heaven's sakes,

ain't you got no decency about you at all?

Why don't you get a big sack, put them both in it,

and throw them in the river?

Well, maybe it's just as well that they don't see you.

What's the matter?

Uh... He didn't want to see 'em.

He what?

Well, they-they might as well know the truth, Mr. Dillon.

He-He just didn't want to see 'em at all.

That's all right, Marshal.

We're used to his ways.

Well, I... I'm certainly sorry, Milly.

Come on, Joey. Let's go.

Good-bye, Marshal.

Oh, Matt... How is he, Doc?

Well, he's dead.

Ed Potts is dead?

Yes, Milly.

Well, that means Pa will hang, don't it?

Well, he'll get a trial, Milly.

Poor Pa.

Poor, poor Pa.

Gee, Milly.

We're really alone now.

Look, uh...

you kids remember the Widow Harper, don't you?

Oh, yes, she's a very nice lady.

Well, I've been talking to her lately, and, uh...

well, she'd like to adopt you and Joey.

Well, I'll have to talk that over with Joey.

We're gonna have to come back and see you later

- anyway, Marshal. - Oh?

We have some things to tell you.

Bad things, I guess.

Well, you come on back and see me anytime, Milly.

I'll be right here.

Thank you, Marshal.