Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

♪♪

Evening, Doc.

Well, Oren, how are you?

- Well, Doc. - Chester.

How about a game?

Well, where was you figurin' on playing, on the floor?

All the tables is full.

Well, it's not exactly a permanent situation.

I guess we could wait.

No, I don't think it'd do you any good, Doc.

I just don't feel like I got the strength.

Oh, is that so? What's the matter with you?

Oh... I'm just... all floundered out.

Well, you look all right to me.

- I do? - Well, sure.

Well, I could look all right.

What's wrong with me is not some skin disease

that you can see, it's-it's something inside.

Oh... that.

Well... I don't think I'd worry too much about that.

That's, uh, that's incurable, anyway.

You were born with that.

Oh, Oren, you through? I'll play you a game.

I'd like to, Doc, but it's getting late.

I got to go. Night.

So long, Chester.

- Well... - Now, come on, get your stick.

Oh, that's-that's shameful.

- What's that? - Well, "it's getting late."

It can't be no more than 8:00.

Oh, what do you mean?

Well, he ain't going back to his ranch.

He's gonna go down there and spend time

with that saloon girl.

Wh-What... what about that?

Well, I don't reckon it's none of my business at all,

but if I had a purty wife like he's got

a-waitin' for me at home, I just think

- that I'd spend more time there. - Oh, for heaven's sakes.

Some people just don't know when they're well off.

Are you just gonna sit there and gossip,

or are you gonna play?

♪♪

Evening.

I thought we said 8:00.

It's, uh, 8:30 now.

You weren't here at 8:00. I looked.

Well, I was here at ten past.

Don't let's quarrel.

We've got better things to do, haven't we?

You bet we have, Pearl.

What are you drinking?

I'll have a whiskey.

Barkeep, another glass over here.

It's been a long week, Oren.

Well, I-I wanted to get in before,

but you know how it is when you're running a ranch...

A man can't call his life his own.

When are you gonna show me your ranch?

Oh... almost anytime, Pearl.

You always say that.

Well, it's only a ranch.

Uh, there's nothing special about it.

Yes, there is.

It's yours.

Well, yeah, sure.

Uh, say, let's have one or two drinks,

and then, uh, take a little walk, what do you say, Pearl?

I'm sorry, it's, uh... too late.

Too late? 8:30?

Well, you were coming at 8:00,

and you never stay more than an hour and a half.

- So what? - Well, I...

thought you'd be gone by 9:30,

so I promised Hank Ives I'd be free then.

You promised Hank Ives?

Now, look here, Pearl...

Please, Oren, don't start any trouble.

Well, it won't be me that starts the trouble,

but, uh, I'm staying, Pearl, I'm staying all evening.

Please, Oren, I-I've got to go; I promised.

You ain't goin' nowhere.

Now, set still.

Well, hello, Ray. How are you?

Well, all right, by golly! How you been?

- Fine. What you doing in Dodge? - Just passing through

on the way to Wichita.

Well, good. You, uh, stay out of trouble, now.

Well, I'll be careful, boy.

- Good evening, Kitty. - Mm. Evening, Matt.

Town seems pretty quiet tonight.

Yeah, everybody's behaving themself.

Maybe you can afford to have a beer.

All right. All right, I'll do that.

Sam, a couple of beers.

I'll be right with you, Hank.

Wait at the bar, will you?

I been waiting. I been waiting 15 minutes.

Please, Hank, do what I say.

Listen to the lady, Ives.

She said to wait.

- Over there. - I don't want no trouble out of you, Oren,

but you're acting as if you own this gal.

Well, maybe I do.

Wait a minute, you two.

Nobody owns me.

It's a sure thing no married man does.

Are you married, Oren?

Well, it's nothing a gentleman would mention

in a place like this.

Do you think I care if you're married?

You don't mean anything to me.

You're just another customer, another man to buy me drinks.

And you're no better than anybody else, you understand?!

That's a mighty sorry thing you've done, Ives.

You forced me into it, hogging her the way you was.

Well, there's no excuse for telling her that!

There isn't another man in Dodge would've done it.

You're the one that's doing wrong, not me.

You're no gentlemen, Ives.

You're just scum.

Draw! Go on, draw!

Now-now, this is plumb foolish, Oren.

I ain't gonna draw on you.

Now, hold on a minute, Oren.

- You stay out of this, Marshal. - Don't be a fool.

- Better go up to Doc's. - Yep.

Easy, now.

♪♪

I don't see her anywheres around, Mr. Dillon.

Tie the horses, Chester.

- Hello, Marshal. - Hello, Cornelia.

Uh, Oren isn't home right now.

Yes, I know. I... It's you I came to see.

Oh? I'd, uh, I'd ask you in,

but the house is such a mess. I've been cleaning.

I don't exactly know how to tell you this, but...

It's something to do with Oren, isn't it?

Yes, I'm afraid it is.

He's been killed, Cornelia.

Killed?

Got in an argument with a man last night

in the Long Branch.

I was there, and I... I tried to stop it, but...

But you didn't stop it.

No. I hate to tell you this,

but it was me that had to kill him.

You?

He'd been drinking, and... well, he wouldn't listen to me.

He didn't give me any choice.

I...

I don't believe that.

I just... well, I don't know what to say.

Oren wasn't...

the best husband in the world.

He neglected me.

He spent too much time in Dodge gambling.

But he was my husband.

I can't forget that.

It's gonna be awful lonely without him.

I can't tell you how sorry I am, Cornelia.

If there's anything I can do...

No, there's nothing you can do.

It's up to me now.

It's up to me to see that you get paid for what you've done.

Marshal...

I was raised among people who believe in an eye for an eye.

An eye for an eye, Marshal.

That's how I was raised,

and that's how I believe.

♪♪

Well, I-I'm just askin' a...

a little bitty favor of you, Harold.

It doesn't seem like that's too much.

No, Chester. No, no, no!

Well, I just don't understand you people at all here.

You're supposed to be running a bank.

Chester, you have to have money in the bank

before you can take any out.

Well, that's what I've been a-trying to tell you, Harold.

I'm gonna put some in next payday.

I'm putting it in.

Then you can take some out, but not before!

Well, what is the...

Don't you understand that there...

It don't make no sense to me.

I mean, if I've got money, well, what do I want to put it

in the bank so's that I can take it back out for?

If-if you'll just, uh...

I never heard of anything so crazy.

Marshal, will you please explain to Chester

that the bank can't hand money out to anybody who wants it.

Well, I'm just asking for a little loan.

Chester, I'm afraid you have to have collateral

- to borrow money. - Well, that's all right.

Just, where do I get it?

You take over, Marshal; I'm going to lunch.

Oh, Harold, see that this gets to the safe, will you?

Yes, sir.

Cornelia.

Cornelia sold her ranch, Marshal.

She's gonna live in town with us.

Fine.

I, uh, I can't run the place alone

and I can't afford to hire anybody,

so I gave it up.

I'm gonna have to go back to St. Louis.

Well, I thought Mr. Botkin said you're gonna live here.

Only as long as is necessary, Marshal.

Good day.

Good day, Mr. Botkin.

Fine woman. Fine woman.

Mr. Dillon, uh, can you explain that to me?

What's that?

Well, why is it that a bank won't give you no money

until you give it to them first?

I mean... what good are they?

Come on, Chester.

♪♪

Well, gentlemen, that's enough for me tonight.

Good night.

- Mister. - Yeah, what is it, kid?

- You're Pete Wellman, ain't you? - That's right.

Well, I got a message for you.

- For me? - Yes, sir.

Come on outside.

How'd you know my name, son?

I've seen you around. I keep my ears open.

Yeah, I guess you do.

What's this message you got for me?

Well, there's somebody wants to see you,

- wants to talk to you. - See me? What for?

- Well, I wouldn't know that. - Well, I'm easy to find.

Why didn't he come here?

Well, it ain't a he, it's a she.

A what?

You're supposed to wait over at the stable,

where them trees are, and then I'll go fetch her.

Are you joshing me, son?

Oh, 'course not, Mr. Wellman, honest!

Who is this woman? What's her name?

Well, she didn't say.

Look, son, I don't like to play games.

And I'll whale the daylights out of you if you're lying to me.

Oh, I ain't lying, honest. I swear, I ain't.

Okay.

I'll be there.

Now, you get going.

Yes, sir.

♪♪

Good evening, ma'am.

Oh. You're, uh... you're Pete Wellman?

- That's who you sent for, ain't it? - Yes.

Yes, I've-I've heard my husband mention your name.

- Who's your husband? - He was Oren Conrad.

- Oren Conrad. - Yes, do you remember him?

I didn't know him too well.

It's, uh, too bad what happened.

Yes, well, that's why I sent for you Mr. Wellman,

to make it a little less bad.

I don't follow you, ma'am.

I have money; I'll pay whatever you want.

Pay for what?

Mr. Wellman, my... my husband told me

how you earn your living, so let's get down to business.

Mm.

You mean you want me to take care of the marshal.

Just name your price.

Well, I'll tell you, Mrs. Conrad, uh...

I'm a pretty fair hand with a gun, that's true,

but, uh, I've seen the marshal, and...

and I wouldn't take the job at any price.

Mr. Wellman, I'll give you a thousand dollars.

$2,000 wouldn't do me any good on Boot Hill.

You're afraid of him.

Let's just say, Mrs. Conrad,

that, uh, I can think of easier ways of making money.

All right.

But you can still help me, if you will.

Surely there must be someone in this town

who is willing to earn a thousand dollars?

Mm... there is a man.

He might be interested.

Who? Where is he?

I have to find him for you.

Well, uh, could you have him meet me tomorrow

at the Dodge House, mid-afternoon in the lobby?

It's usually deserted then.

- I'll tell him. - What's his name?

I'll let him tell you that, if he decides to come.

All right.

And, uh... thank you, Mr. Wellman.

You're welcome, Mrs. Conrad.

♪♪

Nice day.

I'm Mrs. Conrad.

Jim Blake, ma'am.

- Sit down, Mr. Blake. - Thank you.

I was told about your husband.

I'm sorry it happened.

Yes.

But I hear the marshal acted in self-defense.

Mr. Blake, my husband was killed.

I know, I was only saying that...

Mr. Blake, was it made clear to you

why I asked you to come here?

Yes, ma'am, it was.

Then why are you defending the marshal?

I'm not.

He can defend himself; I've seen him do it.

I want him killed.

I'll give you a thousand dollars.

A thousand dollars, Mr. Blake.

Well, I'll tell you, ma'am...

I can use the money as well as the next man,

but there are some ways of earning it

that are just plumb foolish, and this is one of them.

Then why did you offer to come here to meet me?

I thought it polite to tell you myself.

Oh.

Is it... because he's a lawman?

I've killed my share of lawmen.

Then because he's Matt Dillon.

I told you, I seen him in action.

Last year, right here in Dodge.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

It's all right.

I'll do it myself.

What?

I'll do to him what he did to me.

Good-bye, Mr. Blake.

♪♪

- Oh, howdy, Doc. - Chester.

What are you doing?

Well, making myself a pair of pants.

- Well, those are chaps. - Yeah, they-they was chaps.

That's what I'm making the pants out of.

Them's gonna be the strongest pair of pants you ever seen.

You ain't never gonna wear them out.

No. I ain't ever gonna wear 'em at all.

Well, that's 'cause you just don't have no imagination.

- Matt. - Hello, Doc.

- Mr. Dillon. - Did you get the mail, Chester?

Yeah, I, uh, I put it there in your desk drawer,

right over there.

- Cold coffee. - Huh?

- Coffee's cold. - Well, I had it hot once this morning.

You think I'm gonna build another fire

just to please every moocher that comes in,

you got another think comin'.

Hey, Matt, do you know Chester can sew?

Oh, yes, yes. He sews all the time, Doc.

- Mm. - Well, let's see,

I got to take this over at the Land Office.

Think I'll stop and have a beer afterwards.

- You want to join me? - Well, here, wait a minute.

- Chester, Chester... - Huh?

- Show Matt your fancy work there. - Oh. Yeah. See?

I just had to kind of sew the legs together

and put a seat in 'em, and I got myself a pair of pants.

That way, you... you just don't, uh, have to bother

about taking your chaps on and off all the time.

You just got 'em right with you.

Mm-hmm. Sure.

Well, I'll see you later.

♪♪

I'm looking for Kitty Russell.

Through that door and to your right, ma'am.

Thank you.

Hello.

- You're Kitty Russell? - Yes, I am.

What can I do for you?

I'm Cornelia Conrad.

I'm, uh, Oren Conrad's widow.

Oh.

Won't you sit down, Mrs. Conrad?

No, thank you.

That was a terrible thing about Oren.

I'm sorry.

Yes.

Well... that's why I came here to see you,

Miss Kitty.

I don't understand.

Oren gambled a lot in Dodge, didn't he?

Well, I, uh...

I only saw him when he was here in the Long Branch.

Yes, well, he was...

gambling more and more often lately,

but that was no reason for the marshal to kill him.

Look, Mrs. Conrad, um...

I saw that shooting.

The marshal had no choice.

He tried to stop Oren, but... well, he drew his gun anyhow.

No matter how it happened,

you have to admit...

that it was the marshal who shot my husband down,

it was the marshal that made a widow woman out of me,

nobody else.

Good or bad, Oren was my husband...

and good or bad, you're the marshal's girl.

What do you mean?

An eye for an eye, Miss Kitty.

- Now, look... - I'm gonna do to the marshal...

just what he did to me.

It isn't Oren's death that's bothering you so much, is it?

It's you you're really worried about,

not Oren's death.

You're a very selfish woman, Mrs. Conrad.

Never you mind what I am.

You may believe in an eye for an eye, but, uh...

you better get somebody else to carry it out for you,

because... you're not capable of doing it yourself.

Oh, yes, I am.

Mm-mm.

You're not gonna shoot me.

That's right, Cornelia.

You're not gonna do a thing with that gun.

Suppose you just put it down, huh?

Go on.

Come on, Kitty.

Sam, you got a couple of beers?

Coming right up, Marshal.

Well...

you know what she's gonna do next, don't you?

What's that?

She'll probably hire somebody to do the job.

Yeah, you may be right, Kitty.

I know one thing that might stop her.

What's that?

Tell her what Oren was really doing in Dodge.

- Can't do it. - Why not?

'Cause she might turn around and go after Pearl.

♪♪

- Cornelia. - Afternoon, ma'am.

Well, I sure don't understand her at all.

- What's the matter? - Well, she just sits there

every day, and just looks around and don't ever say nothin'.

It's been almost two weeks now, ain't it?

Yeah. Well, as long as she's just sitting there

doing nothing, I guess it's all right.

Yeah.

There's only one empty seat left... right over there.

Oh, I don't want to barge in on the lady.

Oh, she won't mind. Come on.

Excuse me, Mrs. Conrad,

but this is the only empty seat left in the house.

Do you mind if this gentleman sits here?

- Oh, no, n-not at all. - There you go, mister.

The waiter'll be along as soon as he can.

Thank you.

Uh, my name's Ben Hardin, ma'am.

I hope I ain't botherin' you none.

Oh, no, not-not at all.

I just rode into town from down Tascosa way.

I don't know many folk hereabouts.

Oh, really?

I only been here once before, about two years ago.

I didn't have much luck then.

Game of faro.

I claimed the dealer was crooked and was about to back it up

when that marshal stepped in, uh...

- What's his name? - Marshal Dillon?

Yeah, that's right. I remember now.

It seems he chased that faro dealer out of town,

but in the excitement I forgot to get my money back.

How about that!

And the marshal deprived you of the pleasure of killing him.

Yeah, that's right, ma'am, that sure is right.

It's funny you put it that way.

I mean, being a lady and all.

I've heard man-talk before, Mr. Hardin.

Yeah. Sure you have.

I've, uh, I've only been a widow a few weeks.

Oh, I didn't know that, ma'am.

I'm... sorry to hear it.

I used to live on a ranch, but, uh...

but now I live at the Dodge House.

Alone.

Well, it ain't easy to get used to,

but you will in time.

Yes, of course I will.

If, uh, you'll excuse me now.

I'm pleased to have met you, ma'am.

Good day.

- Morning, Mrs. Conrad. - Mr. Hardin.

You mind if I sit down for a minute?

No, no, of course not.

Thank you, ma'am.

Well, it's my second day in Dodge,

and my luck seems to be holding real good.

Did you win some money last night?

Uh-uh, no, I didn't even gamble.

I meant running into you again.

Oh.

I hope I didn't say anything wrong, Mrs. Conrad.

You didn't.

And my name is Cornelia.

I know.

I've found out all about you and...

your husband and all that.

My husband...

Are you, um... are you a professional gambler?

No, no. My luck ain't good enough,

and I never did learn how to cheat.

Are you a professional anything, Mr. Hardin?

It's Ben. And I ain't got no profession at all.

I'll bet you could do anything you want.

Why do you say that?

Well, you look, uh... handy, quick.

Are you a... are you a good horseman?

As good as the next man.

And that gun... how are you with a gun?

Better than most. So far, anyway.

Well, there, you see?

Well, I declare.

You sure do know how to make a man feel real proud, don't you?

I think a man should feel proud...

when he's a real man.

- Morning, Mrs. Conrad. - Mr. Blake.

I didn't know you was in town, Hardin.

Well, I rode into town yesterday,

went to bed early last night.

How are things in Tascosa?

Oh, kind of quiet since you was there last.

Makes me almost like a lawman, don't it?

- Almost. - I've got to go. I'll see you around.

- Sure. - Ma'am.

So you, uh, you went to bed early last night...

Are you gonna make up for it tonight?

Maybe. But... that's tonight.

What?

Well, there's today.

This afternoon.

What about this afternoon?

I could rent a buggy down by the stable.

We could drive along by the river.

It's cool down there.

- Well, I... - I'll take that for yes.

What time will I pick you up?

I said you were quick.

All right, about 2:00.

I'll be here.

Hello, Wellman.

- Oh, hi, Jim. How are you? - Fine, thanks.

This is Dan Binny. He owns the place.

How do you do?

- It's my pleasure, Mr. Blake. - Thank you.

Say, look, I've got some cleaning up to do around here.

- Why don't you take over for me? - Well, thank you.

You and Mr. Wellman have a game for yourselves.

And if you want a beer or anything, just call me.

- Bye. - Thanks, Dan.

I ain't played billiards in quite a while.

Well, they say it's a...

good game for the eye, Jim.

Yeah, well, maybe they invented it for men like you and me.

If they knew that, they'd probably take it back.

Aye. Say, guess who I seen this morning?

- Who? - Ben Hardin.

Ben Hardin?

Why, I ain't seen him in more than a year.

He was sitting in front of the Dodge House

with Cornelia Conrad.

- Cornelia Conrad? - Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

But, uh, Ben ain't a hired gun.

At least he never was before.

I don't think he's changed.

He could do pretty well though.

He's pretty good with a gun.

I don't think he'd be interested in that job.

Yeah, well, he could be interested in her.

That's a lot of woman.

Yeah, I noticed that myself.

Ben's up to his old tricks.

He's probably leading her on something fierce.

Right down the garden path.

That poor woman... She ain't got a prayer.

Not with old Ben Hardin, she ain't.

Oh, Ben, what a wonderful idea of yours it was coming out here.

I hoped you'd like it.

Can we go for a walk?

Why, sure.

Oh.

Aw, thank you.

Oh, we should've brought some fish poles

and gone over down to the river.

Well, tomorrow we'll do it, by golly.

I haven't been fishing since I was a little girl.

I wish I'd been around then.

You mean I'm too old to be of any use now?

Oh, I didn't... say that at all, Cornelia.

I was just jo... You're a...

beautiful woman, Cornelia.

Do you really think so?

Sure do.

Whoa, whoa.

Mm!

No.

No, we mustn't.

You have a bad effect on me.

You make me forget.

Forget what?

Why I'm still here in Dodge;

what has to be done before I'm free.

What are you talking about?

Oh, Ben... It's no concern of yours.

Let's forget it.

No, I want to know. Tell me.

All right.

Ben... I never loved my husband,

but that doesn't matter now.

He was killed,

and it's my duty to make sure that his killer is punished.

No matter how it happened.

But why?

That's how I was brought up.

I... I can't change that.

But until it's done, I'm not free.

Not free for anything, Ben.

I was wondering how you happened to know Jim Blake.

Well, I tried to hire him.

Oh, Ben.

Oh, let's not let this kind of talk spoil our day.

Let's go back to the buggy.

Well, how about tomorrow? Will you come out with me again?

We'll go fishing, if you like.

- You know what I'd like best? - What?

Well, I haven't been on a horse in such a long time.

Could we go for a ride?

I'm a very good rider, you'll see.

All right. We'll go horseback. Tomorrow morning.

Yes.

There you go, gentlemen.

Oh, boy.

Pete. Jim.

- Thank you. - This is on me.

Thank you, Pete.

- Well, here's to old times. - Aye.

Well... good evening, Doctor.

Oh. How are you, Matt?

I'm fine.

Having your supper, I see, huh?

Oh, yes, yes, and I had my breakfast

and dinner in here, too.

It wouldn't surprise me.

Well, what time did you get up this morning?

Oh, 6:00 or 7:00, I guess.

Well, I got up at 4:00 a.m.

Went out to Jack McGee's.

One of his babies was sick, and I was there till noon.

I came back into town,

had the usual run of patients at the office,

got rid of the last one about ten minutes ago,

and it's now 9:00.

What do you think of that for a day?

That's too bad.

I guess you missed your nap this afternoon, then, huh?

Yeah, well, I got my eyes open yet,

and that's more than I can say for you.

And what's that supposed to mean?

Well, you haven't paid any attention over there at the bar.

Yeah, yeah, I've had my eye on those two

for the past couple of days.

I didn't mean them.

I mean that other one.

I say, that looks like Ben Hardin.

I didn't know he's back in town.

Yeah, I saw him today out in the country, too,

but he didn't see me.

That so?

He was kind of busy.

He was all locked up in Cornelia Conrad's arms

and he looked kind of serious about it.

Thought maybe you might be interested.

Well, I am.

That's very interesting.

Care to have a beer?

Little later, Doc.

Hello, Ben.

Well, hello, Marshal.

Haven't seen you around Dodge in a long time.

My luck wasn't too good last time I was here, remember?

How's it running now?

It's changed, Marshal, running the best ever.

And you, Ben, have you changed?

Well, what do you mean?

I saw you drinking in here with Wellman and Blake.

I ain't no gunman, Marshal.

I know you're not, Ben,

but you could be talked into it just once maybe.

Well, they don't need me, not them two.

I wasn't thinking about them.

I got an idea they've already turned the job down.

What are you talking about, Marshal?

Cornelia Conrad.

That ain't none of your business.

Isn't it?

Make it real clear, Marshal.

All right, Ben, I will.

I had to kill Cornelia Conrad's husband a while back.

She's sworn to get me for it, and my guess

is that Wellman and Blake have already turned that job down.

Go on.

You're not a professional, Ben,

so she's not offering you money.

I could take offense at that, Marshal.

No offense meant.

You and I have never had any real trouble, Ben,

there's no reason for us to have any now.

Think about it.

- Who is it? - It's me... Ben.

Oh, Ben, I said that I'd meet you downstairs.

I'm not dressed yet.

I've got to talk to you, Cornelia, now.

All right, come in.

Ben, is something wrong?

You in some kind of trouble, you being followed?

Is that it?

No, it ain't that.

Well, Ben, what...?

I've been up all night thinking.

Then I tried to get to sleep and couldn't.

Ben, please tell me.

I-I'd like to know.

Well, it's about you.

Well, then, it can't be so bad, can it?

I run into the marshal last night.

- The marshal? - He knows a lot.

I told him.

About Jim Blake and Pete Wellman?

Oh, no, not about them.

Well, he's got it all figured out,

and he's got something else figured out, too.

Something else?

He says you're working on me, conning me into doing the job.

Do you believe that?

I don't know, I don't know.

I love you, Ben.

I love you.

I'll do it.

I'll do it right now.

I'll make you free.

Then I'll come back for you.

Ben.

Ben.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Chester, where's Marshal Dillon?

I must see him at once.

Oh, seem like everybody wants to see Mr. Dillon this morning.

Everybody... who?

Well, uh, Ben Hardin was in here just a while ago.

Chester, where is the marshal?

Well, he went out to Indian Wells, uh, said...

- That's about ten miles... - Yes, I know, thank you, Chester.

North of here.

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Hold it, Marshal.

Get down off that horse.

Well, I guess I was right about you, Ben, huh?

Oh, you was wrong, Marshal, you was way wrong.

What do you mean?

You're hiring out to do this?

She gonna pay you for it?

Wrong again.

I got a lot to thank you for, Marshal,

for telling me them things you did.

What do you mean?

Well, I saw Cornelia this morning.

We love each other.

I see, so now you got to kill me, huh?

I got no choice.

No, I guess a man like you doesn't have any choice.

What do you mean by that?

Shooting a man this way is just as cowardly

as shooting him in the back, Ben.

That's a lie.

I ain't no coward.

You go on and shoot.

Let me tell you something.

I'll put a bullet in you 'fore I die...

Just one maybe, but it'll do the trick.

No, you're wrong.

There, now we're starting even.

Now, Ben, don't be a fool.

You take that gun off and put it down,

you can go on out of here, we'll forget about this.

Oh, not hardly.

Ben.

Ben, I, I tried to get here.

Cornelia.

I loved him.

I hardly knew him, but I loved him.

Too bad you didn't realize that a little sooner.

Just one more minute, and Ben would have been alive.

God punished me when I didn't get here in time.

Marshal.

I never loved my husband.

I never even trusted him.

It was self-pride... Why I wanted you killed.

I don't have any anymore.

I don't have anything.

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