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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

You're getting a late start, Slim.

I'll make up for it on the road.

You can tell them passengers we're ready to go now.

Sure.

Everybody out. Ready to roll.

I'll be glad when this ride's over.

Riding in that sure ain't no pleasure.

There's an even a poorer way of travelling.

Hey, I know that old boy.

That's Harvey Easter.

What is he, a prospector?

Yeah. I seen him up north last week.

They say he's been out in Colorado the last ten years.

Made a fair strike, too.

Well, if I was rich, I wouldn't be walking.

Come on, let's get this thing rolling.

Get aboard, will you, fellas?

All right, just a moment.

You hear that?

What about it?

It's right in our laps. Easiest money we ever made.

Say, you're right.

Oh, we changed our minds.

We're gonna find a couple of horses

and ride the rest of the way.

Oh, suit yourself, cowboy.

See you next week, Slim.

Yeah, and don't you get lonely, hear?

Yeah, let's go, people. Come on.

Hyah!

Good luck.

Hello.

Can a man get breakfast here?

For a dollar, he can.

I'll pay it.

Come on.

Take that jackass out behind the shed, huh?

Right you are. Come along, chum.

That's right. This way.

Hey, what about the station man?

We'll take care of him later.

Hey, you!

Hey, you, come back with that horse!

Looks like he got away.

He wouldn't have done if me rifle hadn't jammed.

Oh, Sam Smith.

I knew he was no good when I first saw him.

Don't you worry. I'm going after him.

Better hurry up.

What happened to his partner?

He's resting... around the corner.

You shot him?

I did. The other bloke killed my jackass.

Poor beast.

He wasn't even a man, he had to get shot like one.

What were those two after you for?

Mister, I've been in the Rocky Mountains for ten years,

and what I've seen of men

since I come out is something shocking.

The world is getting darker and greedier every minute.

You mean you brought some gold out with you?

I'll be ready for breakfast in a few minutes

if you're willing to set it out.

All right, all right.

I could sure use a drink.

Yeah, well, Long Branch is just right down the street there.

If you want to find yourself back in jail, go ahead.

No, I'll never be back in this jail.

Well, by golly, I just don't understand you, Smith.

You hit town yesterday afternoon.

Wasn't even hardly dark yet

until Mr. Dillon had to throw you in jail

for getting drunk and shooting up Front Street.

Now you want another drink.

He'll throw you in jail again, you get out of line.

Oh. I'll shoot that marshal of yours, first.

Huh. Yeah.

Oh.

Mr. Dillon, I just turned the prisoner loose.

Oh, good.

Yeah, and the darn fool...

He headed straight for the Long Branch.

Well, oh, so, goodness. Look at that, would you?

Hold on, now, Mister.

You, uh... you looking for somebody with that rifle?

I am, and I don't need no help from the law.

What's your name?

The name's Easter Harvey Easter.

Well, Mr. Easter, it so happens

we have a law against shooting people in this town.

A blighter called Sam Smith killed my jackass

and stole a horse.

Sam Smith?

That's right.

Now, is your law his side or mine?

Where did this happen?

At the Fly Creek Road Ranch.

Now if you'll kindly move out of my way...

Now just hold on a minute.

I happen to know where this Sam Smith is.

We'll just go down and have a little talk with him.

But first, I'll take that rifle.

No, you won't.

I'd hate to have to argue with you, Mr. Easter.

Come on.

Oh, well, take it.

All right. Right this way.

Wait here.

Take it, Chester.

Oh.

Smith?

Oh, now, leave me be, will you?

Now, look, I told Chester I'd shoot you

you bothered me anymore, and I'll do it.

- That so? - Yeah.

Hey, now, come on, give me that gun. Give it to me.

Let's go outside.

Ah, that's him. That's him.

He's gonna shoot me.

No, he's not armed.

Now that man... He shot my partner.

He killed him dead, then he took out after me,

so I-I jumped on a horse. What else could I do?

Oh, what a ruddy liar!

Well, they come after me to rob me.

And they would have done it if I hadn't been waiting for them.

Anybody witness this besides you two?

My partner, the man he murdered.

You might ask the man who owns the place.

It's his horse he stole.

I'm going to have to take you in, Smith.

Oh, Marshal, now that won't do no good.

Take him over and lock him up, Chester.

Yes, sir.

I'll talk to Slim Trent.

He taking the stage by there tomorrow.

He'll find out what this is all about.

All right. Uh, here-here's your rifle.

Don't need it no more.

Well, it's-it's yours. You might as well take it.

I was wrong, Marshal.

I should have come to you in the first place.

You're doing the right thing.

Well, you might as well take your rifle

if you're not gonna shoot anybody with it.

No. My money's in the bank. It's safe now.

Them guns is bad things.

They lead to killing sooner or later.

With you, it sure does.

Not no more.

I was only looking after what's mine.

Men are bad enough.

From now on, I intend to do nothing but good.

You can bet your sweet life on that.

What about your rifle?

You can have it... for keeps.

You men work around here?

- Huh? - I said, do you men work around here?

No, sir. We're just playing a game of pool.

I don't mean inside here. I mean around Dodge.

No, sir. We're just a couple of cattle drovers.

Drove a herd of Texas longhorns up the trail last week.

And, uh, we're already broke.

Ain't that the truth.

Enough money for supper tonight, and that's it.

It's a hard life you lead, eh?

Oh, it's the same every year.

Of course it's the same. You want to know why?

Why?

- 'Cause you're lazy. - Lazy?

Lazy as sin.

Now, look here, Mister.

Well, you're broke, ain't you?

You're playing this stupid game, ain't you?

Wasting your time.

Or is somebody paying you to stand around here

hitting them balls with them sticks?

Well, no, sir, but, uh...

So you go back to Texas broke.

You spend a hard winter there, and come back next spring

with another drove of cattle and go broke again.

Like I said, it's the same every year.

But that don't mean that we're lazy.

Anybody can ride on top of a horse day in and day out.

No wonder they don't pay so good.

They don't need no brains.

No brains at all.

It don't need no gumption, neither.

It don't need no get-up-and-go.

It's the laziest kind of a job.

I never thought about it that way.

Mister, what do you want us to do?

There ain't nothing else that we can do.

We're-we're just a couple cowboys.

Then be something else.

Be ranchers.

Ranchers?

Well, why not? This country needs ranchers.

Mister, it takes money to be a rancher.

You make money being a rancher.

Of course, you got to start slow.

It ain't so easy.

Well...

but me and Kelly... We ain't got no land.

In fact, we got nothing.

The government will give you land if you prove it up.

We can't prove it up with two saddles and two horses.

Now, look here, you two.

If you're willing to give up this lazy, good-for-nothing life

and get to work, I'll help you.

Kelly?

Uh, uh, how-how do you do that?

I got money. I'll stake you.

I'll give you a wagon, some equipment,

then you can get started.

Then you'll be on your own.

Bu-Bu... Bunch?

That's, uh, awful good of you, Mister.

Name's Easter. Harvey Easter.

Uh, I'm Gene Bunch.

Uh, Chris. Uh, Christopher Kelly.

How do you do, Mr. Kelly?

Now you come with me to the general store,

we'll get started, eh?

We're gonna be rich, Kelly.

Gonna be big men.

Let's go, Mr. Easter.

Follow me.

Come on, Kelly.

Sorry, Miss Mary.

It's all right, Louie.

Give Louie another drink, Sam.

Certainly.

Good evening, Mary.

Hello, Kitty.

Hmm. Kind of slow tonight.

Oh, it's early yet.

Don't worry about it, Kitty.

If I started worrying about this business,

I wouldn't last one night.

Good evening, ladies.

Well, you're making the rounds early tonight.

Yeah, I'm looking for Slim Trent.

I kinda figured I might find him in here.

Well, I hope you figured right, Marshal.

You know he did.

You and Slim don't miss a night when he's in town.

Hmm. That's just it.

I wonder how often he'd come around

if he wasn't out driving that stage most of the time?

Well, a man's gotta make a living, you know?

And some living.

Well, seems to me like driving a stage

is a lot better than some ways I know of.

Speaking of the devil.

- Hi, Mary. - Hi, Slim.

- Hello, Slim. - Marshal.

Say, you gonna be driving north tomorrow?

Well, yeah. Why?

You'll probably be going by Ed Greeley's then?

I'll be spending the night there.

Well, there was a shooting up there the other day

and a horse got stolen, to boot.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

Who was it, Marshal?

Well, I'd rather you just find out

what Ed Greeley's got to say about it.

Will you let me know?

Well, sure, sure, I will. You bet, uh...

I'll be back on Thursday.

All right. Keep him sober, Mary, huh?

Any way I can keep him.

Come on, Slim. Let's go sit down.

Well, I guess I got time for one beer.

Sam, bring the Marshal a beer

before he changes his mind.

Yes, ma'am.

Mister?

What's up?

I need help, Mister.

Please give me a dollar.

So you can buy yourself some more whiskey?

I need a drink. I didn't have much today.

A man needs a few drinks every day.

- Where do you live? - Just a dollar.

I said where do you live?

Out there, edge of town. I got a little shack.

- That's where we're going. - No.

- Come on. - Not now.

- I don't want to go there. - Come along.

No, I don't...

All right.

Now then, inside, you.

That's it.

Please, Mister.

Get in, will you? Get in.

Yeah, this will do.

Mister?

Don't do this, Mister.

Now he'll sober up.

Let me out. Somebody...

Go on, let me out, Mister. Don't do this.

Just mind your own business.

Keep him out of here, will ya?

All right.

It can't be nothing serious, Marshal.

Then why'd you send for the doc?

Oh, like I said, the man had been drinking.

I'd just been trying to sober him up.

What for? You didn't even know him.

It's what men are coming to. They ain't living right.

And you're gonna take it upon yourself

to straighten them around, huh?

I've been ten years in the Rocky Mountains, Marshal.

And since I come out, I've seen nothing but bad.

How is he, Doc?

Well, I don't know yet.

I'm gonna have to stay with him.

You have any idea what you've done?

What?

Louie Pheeters been on a diet of whiskey,

day and night, for 20 years.

You had to try to change that.

Well, all I done was try and help him.

And you helped him have a heart attack.

No.

Matt, send Chester out here, will ya?

Hey, Doc,

anything he needs, I'll pay the bill.

Well...

I guess you've done enough damage around here.

Let's go.

Evening, Miss.

Mind if I sit down?

Suit yourself.

Thank you.

I'm not a drinking man myself, but, uh,

- I'll buy you one. - Not right now, thanks.

Good. Drink'll age a woman.

It'll age her bad.

You think I look old?

Not if you're about 38 or 40.

38 or 40?

The name's Easter. Harvey Easter.

I'm Mary Pickett and I'm not 40 years old.

You aren't married either, are you? Hmm?

Well, of course not. You think I'd be working here?

Work?

You call this work?

I sure do.

Staying up all night drinking whiskey?

Dancing with the trail hands?

Destroying your youth, ruining your looks?

Are you a preacher or something?

Never been to church in my life.

I'm independent.

Not like you.

Oh, well,

I always thought I was pretty independent.

Well, you ain't even your own boss here.

You can't come and go as you please, can you?

It all depends on Miss Kitty, or the customers.

It's pure slavery.

It's a shame,

because you look as if you've got

a real right amount of spunk in ya.

Guess I never thought of it that way.

But if I have to hear anymore...

you're going to have to buy me a drink

no matter what it does to my looks.

Let's go to the bar.

With pleasure, ma'am.

Allow me to help you.

Well...

Morning, Sam.

Morning, Miss Kitty.

Who left the office door open?

Oh, Mary Pickett's in there. She's waiting to talk to you.

This early?

Hello, Kitty.

Good morning, Mary.

Well, don't you get enough of this place at night?

I had to see you.

Is there something wrong?

Oh, no, not really.

What's the matter?

Did you and Slim Trent have a spat?

No, I haven't seen Slim in three days,

and he won't be back for two weeks.

Well, what is it then?

Well, I...

I came to tell you I'm quitting, Kitty.

Quitting?

Well, I...

I thought you were satisfied here.

Oh, I was.

But, I... well, I want to be independent.

What?

Independent.

My own boss.

Well, Mary, have I...

bossed you too much around here?

Oh, of course not. It isn't that, Kitty.

It's just that, well,

it's time I did something on my own for a change.

Besides, this life isn't good for me.

Well... It's not good for any of us.

I'm growing old here, Kitty.

I'm losing my looks.

Oh, now that's nonsense.

It's true.

Now, Mary, you listen to me.

No use arguing, Kitty, my mind's made up.

Thanks to Harvey Easter.

Harvey Easter.

Oh! Hi, Miss Kitty.

Well, no wonder the town is running wild.

I hope the, uh, street fighting and the gunfire

doesn't disturb you gentlemen too much.

Oh, how many people getting killed out there?

Well, there's one I'm gonna kill myself

if he doesn't stop messing with people's lives.

Oh, don't tell me it's Harvey Easter again.

What's he done this time?

He's talked Mary Pickett into quitting her job.

I'll, I'll fix you a cup of coffee, Miss Kitty.

Make you feel a whole lot better.

It's not me I'm worried about, Matt, it's Mary.

Now what's this girl gonna do, starve in the streets?

What kind of job is she gonna get?

Why doesn't she get married?

You men always say that.

Girls don't marry themselves, you know.

What about Slim Trent?

He ain't asked her.

Oh. Well, Kitty, I'm afraid

I can't very well arrest a man just for talking.

Mm. No, I don't suppose you can.

Well, I never could move mountains.

Wonder who them poor pilgrims is.

It looks like those two cowboys

Harvey Easter took it to mind to help.

Could be. He bought 'em a wagon, didn't he?

Yeah. Let's go down and see how they're doing.

Hi. You're Marshal Dillon, ain't ya?

That's right.

Well, I'm pleased to meet ya.

This is Chester Goode here.

- Pleased to meet ya. - How do?

I'm Gene Bunch and that there my partner Chris Kelly.

Hey, Kelly! Whoo!

Get over here.

Well, how you men doing?

Well, we're proving up a homestead, Marshal.

Proving up a homestead and waiting for rain, huh?

Yeah. I got me some corn planted over there.

It sure better rain.

How are you fixed for water out here?

Oh, land, water's all been took, Marshal.

About all we got is some good ol' drinking water.

We gonna be drinking whisky pretty soon, ain't we, Bunch?

- All we want of it. - Right.

Figure to do pretty well out here, huh?

Well, that's the idea, Marshal.

Hard work. It takes a lot of hard work

to make a feller rich.

That's what Mr. Harvey Easter said.

Ain't he a fine man, Marshal?

- Yeah. - He's sure been a good friend of ours.

Uh-huh. How you doing for food? Did you get enough to eat?

Well, we had...

That whole pot if full of gravy.

Gravy?

Yeah, I think that there's "hor do" gravy, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

Just a little bit of shortening and flour.

Shortening and flour, right.

There's nothing wrong with that?

Oh, heavens, no. Heck, I've eat a lot of that.

What do you put it on, bread or-or potatoes?

Both.

Only right now we're a little short.

We run out yesterday, or we'd ask you to stay for a bite.

Oh, well, that's all right.

We go to get back to town anyway.

Well, how is things in Dodge, Marshal?

Oh, just the same.

Well, I hope you men have a lot of luck out here.

We ain't quitting, Marshal. Besides,

we'd owe Mr. Easter a pile of money

if we don't make out here.

Why, next time, you see us,

it'll be a big wagonload of corn.

Come here. I want to show you something.

Come over here. Right over here I got

the finest corn seed money can buy.

Right here, look at that.

Uh-huh. Well, it's still gonna take rain.

They'll get water.

Once he gets them all planted, we'll dump

that whole barrel on it.

What are you gonna do then, take it back down

to the river and fill it up?

Sure. It's only ten miles.

We better get started, Chester.

You know, it might be just as well if it don't rain.

It's gonna take you quite awhile

to get a roof and some walls on that house there.

Oh, oh, that. Well, I-I-I-I got to cut a little more sod for it,

and I'm gonna haul some timbers for it,

uh, next week or so.

Well, we're sure glad you come by, Marshal.

Uh, you know something, Marshal?

Uh, before, in Dodge,

you never paid no attention at all to us,

but now that we're doing something, you know, important,

well, here you are!

Well, good luck to you.

So long!

Good-bye!

Good-bye, Chester!

♪ ... will get you, run, rabbit, run ♪

♪ You better get... ♪

Oh. Where-where you going?

Gonna get my mail.

Oh, there ain't no need for that.

What happened?

Well, I was just in there.

I checked, and you don't have a thing.

I was gonna bring it by your office.

Hmm.

No mail, huh?

No.

You know, uh...

you could go to jail for that.

For what?

Well, it's a penitentiary offense

to tamper with the United States mail.

Somebody else's.

Well, I-I-I-I-I just told you

that there-there wasn't a thing in there.

You didn't have no mail.

I don't see how I could be accused of-of tampering

with something that-that, uh, wasn't even tamperable.

Well...

Whoa-ho!

- Slim. - Hi, Chester.

Where's the marshal?

By golly, we just about give up on you, Slim.

You was supposed to be back two weeks ago last Thursday.

Well, they put me on another run up north.

There was nothing I could do about it.

Well, Mr. Dillon is gonna be anxious to see you.

Well, I'll come by,

but in the meantime, you can tell him

there was a shooting up at Fly Creek.

Is that so?

Is that Mary?

Yep, Slim, that's Mary.

Mary.

Mary, what're you doing looking like that?

Well, you don't even look like yourself.

It's me, all right.

Those are dirty clothes, Slim, and they're not mine.

What do you mean?

I don't work at the Long Branch anymore.

I... take in wash instead.

You what?

That's right.

Why, I don't understand.

I'm my own boss now.

I'm independent.

I don't need the Long Branch

or you... or any other man.

Mary, what's got into you?

Nothing. I... I've got to go now, Slim.

Listen, listen, I gotta go, too,

but I'll see you tonight and we'll talk this all over, huh?

No, I won't see you tonight. I go to bed early.

But it's gotta be tonight.

They're turning the stage around.

I'll be going up north again tomorrow.

I don't care.

I'm leading a different life now. Can't you see that?

Now please leave me alone.

Evening.

Howdy.

What's your name?

Name's Obie. Harry Obie.

Ah.

Say, ain't you Harvey Easter?

I didn't hardly recognize you.

That's right. You're the shotgun messenger.

Yeah, Charlie Fess.

I been wanting to talk to you.

That so? What about?

Oh, lots of things.

I'll buy you a drink first.

I can't complain about that.

I just lost a month's wages over to the Long Branch.

You know, I never was lucky at cards.

That why you're drinking beer?

I'll buy you a whiskey.

But mind you, I don't approve of drinking.

This is the last time I'll buy you any.

I never expected there'd be a first time.

Mr. Obie, a whiskey, please.

Yes, sir.

There you are.

Here, Charlie boy.

Well, Slim, tell Ed Greeley

I'll have his horse back to him sometime this week.

Okay, Marshal.

And that Sam Smith'll be up

for attempted robbery and horse thieving.

Where's that Charlie Fess this morning?

He ain't never been late before.

It was his only night in town, wasn't it?

Probably got a hangover.

Well, I got one, too, but I'm here.

And, Marshal, you know something?

I never did get to talk to Mary.

I found where she's living,

but she locked the door and pretended she wasn't there.

Huh. She'll come around, Slim.

I ain't so sure.

That Harvey Easter, he oughta be strung up!

Now where is that Charlie?

Oh, there he comes now.

All right, folks, my shotgun messenger's here!

Climb aboard, please!

Where you been, Charlie?

I told you what time we was leaving!

I ain't going.

You what?

I ain't riding shotgun no more!

What's the matter with you? Get up there where you belong!

No!

That's no kind of job for a man.

I'm through.

You're still drunk maybe?

No, I ain't.

Slim, I don't do nobody no good riding shotgun,

me nor you.

How do you figure that?

Well, supposing we're held up.

If-if I'm there, them bandits is gonna start shooting

'fore you even get them horses stopped.

If-if I ain't there,

well, probably there wouldn't be no shooting at all.

No, no, they'd just take off

with the strong box like it was a Sunday.

Well, I ain't going. That's all there is to it.

All right.

All right, but why didn't you tell me this yesterday?

Why'd you have to wait for the last minute?

I had to be sure.

You had to be sure. Yeah.

How am I gonna find a shotgun man now, Marshal?

I don't know, Slim.

Maybe I can scout around town for you a little bit.

No. No, I don't have time to waste.

We're not carrying anything valuable anyhow.

I'll find a man up north.

Well, have a good trip.

Yeah, I will, Marshal.

And Charlie, you better go see Doc Adams.

Have your head wrapped real good! It's leaking all over!

Yee-hoo! Let's go, boys.

We can see it real easy when it gets right there.

That'll give us plenty of time to ride out and stop 'em.

Well, it's gonna be comin' around here anyway,

so why don't we do our shooting from right here?

You don't know nothing about holding up stages, do you?

Well, how many you held up?

None, but I was on one got held up once.

You was?

What was it like?

Well, I was scared, I tell you.

Uh-huh.

Well, here we are and it's the other way around

and I'm scared.

Fine bandit, you are.

Bunch?

What?

You think we ought to be doin' this?

Oh, for the love of...

I... I'm dead serious!

When'd you last have a square meal, Kelly?

Well, I...

You want to spend the rest of your life

scratching holes in the ground to plant corn seeds,

then wake up next morning and find

that the crows have pecked them all out?

Do you want to grow old living in a danged house

that every time it rains turns to mud?

Do you want to go on farming dirt and being so hungry

that you can't hardly sit a horse no more?

Harvey Easter.

We shouldn't never listened to Harvey Easter

'cause we ain't no dirt farmers.

Well, we ain't.

Not no more, we ain't.

Bunch.

Now what?

Did you ever see a feller all tore up with a shotgun?

No.

Well, I did, and it was terrible.

I'll take care of the shotgun messenger.

You... you shoot the driver.

I don't want to do it.

I ain't got no stomach fer it, so I ain't gonna do it!

You mean that?

I mean every word of it.

I believe you do.

All right, I ain't gonna do it alone.

There goes our stagecoach robbery.

Where you going?

I ain't decided.

There it is!

Hey, look! There ain't no shotgun messenger!

Come on, Kelly!

Kelly, Kelly, we can do it easy.

Come on, we'll do it just like we planned.

There ain't nothing to be scared of. Come on!

All right, all right.

Make tracks!

He ain't dead. Shoot him, Kelly.

N-N-No, I-I... Uh, you do it.

I-I can't!

Well-well, you got to.

No! I can't!

L-L-Let's get outta here!

Thanks.

How is he?

Oh, he's fine.

If driving a stage hasn't killed him yet, nothing will.

Slim? By golly, y-you're a pretty lucky feller.

I would have been a lot luckier

if that Charlie Fess hadn't run out on me.

Well, now just don't go squirming around like that.

You just lay still, take it easy.

That fellah, the one that-that I heard him call "Kelly,"

you know him?

I don't know any Kelly. You?

Well, golly, it almost seems impossible,

but it might be that, um, that Chris Kelly, you know,

that's got that partner, Gene Bunch

that old Harvey Easter got started homesteading.

More of his work, eh?

Well, I just... Oh, oh, Slim.

Mary, what you doin' here?

The marshal came for me. He told me what happened.

Slim, are you all right?

Well, I ain't going dancing tonight, but I reckon I'll live.

Oh, Slim, I should never have listened

to that Harvey Easter, the old devil.

He's the one who got me all mixed up.

It was like he cast a spell on me,

but it broke, Slim.

It broke just a couple of minutes ago

when the marshal found me.

Well, that's one good thing come out of it, anyhow.

Doc, is it all right if I stay and take care of Slim?

Well, sure, it's fine,

but I think you ought to make him pay for it.

Five dollars a day would be about right.

Oh, he'll pay for it. Don't worry.

Well, Mr. Dillon, what-what do you think about the holdup?

Well, there are a lot of Kellys around,

but it sounds to me like our two farming cowboys.

Well, you know, I kinda thought maybe, you know?

Well, they were pretty desperate when we were out there.

It was just a matter of time before they had to do something.

Well, if it was them,

they're probably halfway to Texas by now.

Well, then we'll have to go to Texas,

but I think we ought to stop out

and check that campsite of theirs first.

It's a long ride.

Well, Doc, don't let Harvey Easter talk you into anything.

Oh, by golly, if he comes up here,

I think I'll chloroform him.

So long.

Looks to me like they flew the coop.

Maybe.

Sure didn't have too much to leave behind, did they?

Not much.

All right, you two.

What? Oh, hey.

Oh, hello, Marshal.

Uh, hey, wake up, Kelly, wake up.

- Uh-huh. - Uh, oh...

We's just having a little siesta in there.

- You were, huh? - Uh-huh.

W-What are you doing out this way, Marshal?

Well, I came out to see you.

Oh, that's right neighborly of you.

I didn't come out 30 miles just to be neighborly, Bunch.

Well, you know what I mean, Marshal.

Doesn't look to me like you've improved

this place much around here.

- Oh. - Oh, uh, well, uh,

we've been working awful hard on it, Marshal.

We've been working real hard, ain't we, Bunch?

Uh, sure, sure, we have.

I-It takes time, Marshal, but we've been staying with it.

We're good, honest workers, me and Kelly.

You are, huh?

Where's your horses?

Uh, horses?

Oh, horses... I-I tethered 'em o-over there

on the other side of the hill.

There's a little bit of grass growing over there.

Grass.

There's probably more growing in Texas.

Why didn't you just take 'em down there?

Huh?

Uh, the marshal is joking.

Uh, Marshal, we've been here right along.

Now, we didn't have nothing to do with it.

We didn't go shoot no stagecoach driver.

Kelly.

W-Well, we didn't, doggone it.

It's hunger makes him talk crazy, Marshal.

He ain't been eating regular.

All right, take off your guns.

Oh, well... you want my gun?

Go on, take 'em off.

Oh, there you are.

Here's mine, Marshal.

Do anything you want to with it.

Some pair you two are.

You're lucky, though.

It doesn't look like Slim Trent's going to die.

Then, you ain't gonna take us in, are you?

It'll be dark in an hour.

We'll stay here tonight and go back first thing in the morning.

Doggone you, Bunch, we should have done what I said.

I-I'll listen to you next time, Kelly.

Well, you'd better 'cause we're in trouble now.

There's, uh, one thing.

What's that?

They feed you regular in jail.

Oh.

Your deal.

- What'll it be? - Nothing.

- What? - I don't drink, Obie,

and if you weren't such a blinking fool,

you wouldn't drink either.

What's the matter with you, mister?

This whole country is going to the dogs on account of drink.

Why, there ain't hardly a sober man left

west of the Mississippi.

It's a crying shame what's going on.

Are you drunk?

No, I'm not drunk, but these blokes are.

Here, look at him, hey?

Look at those there.

Well, they couldn't hardly stand up if they wanted to.

You men are a horrible disgrace.

What's eating him?

Oh, you're rotten, lazy, good-for-nothing drunks.

You ought to be boiled and scalped.

What are you doing, hanging around here, eh?

Why aren't you home in bed, eh?

Hey, you trying to ruin my business?

I wish I could.

The world would be better off without you and all your kind.

It would be better off without the whole of Dodge City

if you ask me.

He's ruining my drink.

Let's throw him out.

I'm with you.

Hey, what are you doing?

We're gonna toss you out into the street, mister.

We come in here for a little peace and quiet,

not to listen to you pop off.

It's a good idea... get him.

Ha, now let's see you get rough.

Hey, put that down, you darn fool.

You want to set fire to this place?

Stand back now, I'm warning you.

One little move and I'll smash this lamp.

You lay hands on me and I'll fix you proper.

I'll burn this place down to the ground.

The whole of Dodge City will go up with it.

It's gone.

Whole inside's gone, burned out.

We're lucky it didn't burn the whole town up.

That's what he wanted.

That's what he said... "burn the whole town up."

Ain't that so, boys?

- Yeah. - Ask Red and Pete what he said.

It ain't what he said, it's what he done, the crazy darn fool.

He said we were no-good, lazy, and I don't know what all.

You mean it was Harvey Easter?

A-A skinny fella with a tall, black hat?

That's him, that's who it was.

That's the man that talked me into quitting my job,

riding the shotgun.

Where is he anyway?

He owes me for burning my place out.

I know where he is.

I mean, I know generally where he is at this time of day.

Where's that, Louie?

Down by the river.

He took out and rented

that little shack down near the bridge.

That man's got to be taught a lesson.

Right.

And I got a good idea how to do it.

What?

Some of you men go down there and find him

and meet me at the loading chute.

Meanwhile, I got some stuff to get.

- Come on, men, let's get him. - Let's find him.

All righty, men, bring him over here.

What you gonna do with that rope, Charlie?

Maybe he's fixing to lynch him.

Ah, you're rotten scum, all of you.

You don't scare me.

You ain't got the guts to lynch a man.

It's your talk that got you here, Easter.

Maybe you'd better shut up for a while.

Step out here, Easter.

Go on.

You know, I should have known about you.

You were no good to start with.

Then, I got a lot of company

'cause, according to you, nobody's no good.

Now, if it's a lynching, I'm agin it.

Just take it easy, Obie, we ain't gonna hang him.

I wouldn't have no part of that myself.

I've had enough of this blinking nonsense.

Get back.

What are you going to do with that, Charlie?

Well, I'll tell you.

I had a grandma from back east, back in New England,

and she used to tell me stories about witches and stuff

and how they treated them back there.

I figure what we got here is a kind of a witch,

even if it is a man.

Along with being no good, you're crazy.

So we're gonna tie him up in this sack,

haul him up there, and give him a good dunking.

Good idea.

That's a good idea.

Won't hurt him none,

and it just might teach him to mind his own business.

You gonna step in here,

or are we gonna have to tie you up, first?

Gotcha.

- All right. - Hey! Stop that!

What the devil do you think you're up to, eh?

Come on, you bunch of half-wits!

You wait till I come down again; I'll settle with you.

You men will suffer for this!

All right, some of you men grab that...

Pull!

Come on, let me out of here!

You men will suffer for this!

Upsy-daisy, Harvey!

Let him go!

Let him go!

Haul him up.

Up you go, Harvey!

Oh, no!

I'll drown! I'll drown!

All right, let him go!

All right, bring him up. That's enough.

Haul him up again.

Let me out! Let me out!

Hey!

Hey, we got to get him out of there.

Help him!

Hurry up, haul him out of there.

Pretty heavy.

- Lift him up. - Here, pull.

Here he comes.

You getting him?

- Go. - Go easy, now.

Hey, you fellas watch it down there.

Don't let him drop, now.

All right.

- Go ahead. - You got him?

All right. Easy there.

Take it easy, now.

Easy. Rest him all light.

Stay here.

What's going on?

It was Harvey Easter, Marshal.

He was in the water tank up there,

and we was dunking him to teach him a lesson

when the pole broke.

Let me in.

Dead.

Drowned dead.

What's the matter with you men, anyway?

Is this your idea of fun or something?

Well, we didn't mean it.

We was only dunking him to teach him a lesson.

The pole broke.

We sure didn't aim for this to happen.

It was an accident.

Think that makes it any better, do you?

Let me tell you something.

You men are going up in front of

the circuit judge when he gets here.

Every one of you.

Take him out and get him buried.

By golly, that is just awful, ain't it, Mr. Dillon?

He was a terrible meddler,

but that's a bad way for anybody to have to go.

Yeah.

Well, I guess he thought he was doing right, Chester,

with the things he did.

Everything sure turned against him though, didn't it?

Let's go.