Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

You sure take good care of that gun, Jake.

I ain't got a better friend.

You might as well come out with the rest of it.

I just want a understandin', that's all, Loy.

We got a understanding: you work for me.

I say I work with you.

Now where'd you get an idea like that?

It's fair, Loy.

I ain't like Cape and Dawkins.

No, you sure ain't.

They're a sight better company than you are.

And I wish I'd have brought them

and left you back there to simmer.

But it was me you brought, hmm?

And I know why.

Go on, get it out of your craw.

Cape and Dawkins... they shoot well enough,

but they're short on thinkin'.

Now, I think, I plan and I act.

I work my head same as you.

You don't do nothin' the same as me!

And you're a little short on thinkin'.

Jake, you're wanted for murder.

You ain't got a case of doing anything

but what I tell you.

My being wanted is nothing to you, Loy!

Keeps you working for me.

Loy, you didn't even know about that Kinsley bank

till I told you!

I give it the thought,

I fixed it how we got that money without firing a shot.

That so?

Well, I've got an idea how

I can get me some more money with firing a shot.

What are you talking about?

You're the one with the brains, you figure it out.

I got plenty of brains... and you know it!

How you fixed for brains now, Jake?

Your marshal in?

Well, he's inside.

You tell him I got something for him.

All right.

Mr. Dillon, looks like you're needed out here.

I... got a wanted man here for you, Marshal.

Oh, there ain't no question about him being dead.

Doesn't look to me like there's much question

about him being shot in the back, either.

Well, "Dead or Alive"... that's what it says on the poster.

And a thousand dollars reward; it says that, too.

You're a bounty hunter, huh?

Course I am.

Who is this man?

That's Jake Moseley.

Now, come on, Marshal, you seen the posters on him.

Never heard of him. Have you?

I can't place the name.

Well, they's posters on him.

I seen 'em all over.

You think you can get him over to Doc's office?

If I can't, I'll get some help, Mr. Dillon.

Come on inside.

Now don't get any ideas about his horse and saddle.

I'm claiming them, along with the bounty.

Huh.

How long has this Jake Moseley been wanted?

Well, I seen the posters on him a good month ago.

A thousand dollars reward, did you say?

Yeah.

That's a lot of money.

Well, I don't mind that, Marshal.

Mm-hmm.

All right, well, maybe

you'd like to look through these.

Why?

Well, maybe you'll see something I don't.

What is this?

Where'd you see the wanted poster on him?

Smaller towns than Dodge...

Wellington, Sterling...

Where's the rest of them, Marshal?

That's all there is...

for the past three months.

Well, I guess I'll just take old Jake Moseley

and peddle him somewheres else.

Hold on a minute.

You're sure you're the man that shot him?

Well, sure I'm sure.

What's your name?

Loy Bishop.

Well, Bishop...

I'm gonna have to hold you for murder.

Murder?!

But he's wanted, I tell you!

Dead or alive!

That may be, but I've got nothing here that says so,

and until I do, you're gonna be in jail.

Jail...?

That's right.

Now let's go.

Oh, you can't get away with this.

Hi, Doc.

Well, Chester said you figured he was shot in the back,

and you was right.

This fellow Loy Bishop wanted this man dead pretty bad.

Bishop... is that the fellow that brought him in?

Yeah.

Chester said he kind of seemed proud of it.

Well, he's not so proud now; I got him in jail.

How do you do that?

Well, there's no wanted poster on this man, Doc.

Well, Chester said there was a thousand dollars reward for him.

Well, got no proof of it, so far.

Well, it seems like that Bishop would be awful foolish

to bring a man in he'd shot in the back

unless he was wanted, wouldn't it?

Well, that's what you'd think, but I've got no proof,

and until I get some, this Loy Bishop is gonna stay in jail.

I'll see you later.

I could've rode in anywhere with that body.

And any lawman'd see I get what's mine.

Oh, you'll get what's yours, all right.

Don't worry about that.

Are you telling me that after two days, you still got no word?

I told you I telegraphed Topeka,

and I haven't heard back from them yet.

I'm getting a line on you, Marshal.

I think maybe you don't like it 'cause your jail's empty.

And maybe this is the first chance you get

to put anybody in it for a long time.

Now, I ain't an ordinary man, Marshal.

You're gonna feel mighty foolish when you see how wrong you are.

No, I'll just be glad to get rid of you.

Oh, you got the mail, huh?

Yeah.

I mean, no. I mean, yeah.

I mean, I-I, I got...

Well, what do you mean, anyway?

Well, I mean that I got the mail, Mr. Dillon,

only it ain't today's mail.

It's kind of like almost a month old.

You see, it's... see it's...

Where's it been?

Behind a barrel down at Moss Grimmick's.

I guess Loy Bishop was right, wasn't he?

"Jake Moseley: Wanted Dead or Alive.

Thousand dollars reward."

Yeah. Seems like he killed a banker back in Wellington.

Behind a barrel at Moss Grimmick's?

Yeah, right there behind the barrel.

I know, now, how it happened.

You see, I stopped in there to clean my tack,

and I put the-the, the mail right there on the barrel,

and-and it was on the edge,

and when I started to clean the tack,

I guess I hit it with my elbow,

and it just fell down behind the barrel...

All right, all right, Chester, forget it.

Well, it's awful hard for me to do that, Mr. Dillon,

since I just now remembered it.

Go get the prisoner, will you?

Well, um, guess we're gonna have to turn him loose, huh?

Sure does seem a shame to let a man go scot-free

after what he's done.

Not scot-free, Chester.

We got to pay him a thousand dollars.

Oh, golly, that is sickening.

Let's go.

What's going on, Marshal?

Well, well, first mistake you ever made, Marshal?

I never make 'em myself.

You'll have to wait a while for your money.

Ain't no question about it being due me?

I have to send another telegram to Topeka.

You got a bank here.

You hedging on me, Marshal?

Get out of here.

When the money gets here, I'll find you.

Well, you temper awful quick.

I'd say that's a bad thing for a lawman.

All the right's on my side, Marshal.

Whiskey!

Now don't you go away, honey, hmm?

I'm glad you could spare me a minute, Miss Kitty.

Looks like you're the prettiest.

And the busiest.

Now how would you go about keeping a pretty woman busy?

Miss Kitty and I are talking business.

Well, Miss Kitty, I can talk business.

Why don't you just go on back to the bar?

I won't keep you long.

Just stay where you are, Mr. Yardell.

I'm buying you both a drink.

But don't keep me waiting long, Miss Kitty.

I'll bet you talk a powerful kind of business, huh?

Well, what'll it be, Chester?

Oh...

Chester! Well, I been looking for a friend.

Why don't you just keep on looking?

Uh, give me a whiskey this time, Sam.

Don't you do it, Sam.

You just bring him a clean glass.

- Chester's drinking with me. - No, I ain't.

How do you want it, Chester?

I'll-I'll pay for it myself.

Now, Chester, ain't no reason why you can't drink with me.

I don't know anyone else here in Dodge,

except you and the Marshal.

Why don't you just leave me be?

I was in that coop of yours for two days.

By rights, I should be feeling pretty mean about it.

But I don't hold it against you none, boy.

I mean it! Now I want you to leave me alone!

What are you setting up such a howl for?

'Cause I don't want to drink with you.

I don't want to drink with no man

that'll shoot another one in the back!

Well, now... this just can't be the only saloon

in busy little Dodge City.

I want a room.

We're all filled up, mister.

I want the best, the worst, I don't care.

I want to get to bed.

I can't help you.

You can't or you won't?

Hey.

Wasn't that you in that saloon today

with that Miss, uh, Kitty?

We met today, yes.

How come you ain't got no room?

Look, I can get the Marshal if I have to, mister.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, no, tell him.

I want to tell him

what a fine town I think he's got.

What are you all, related?

No, Marshal.

Nobody... Nobody'll have me, Marshal.

So I come home to you.

What're you talking about, Bishop?

Put me in jail.

I got to get me some sleep.

Now go on out of here,

and get yourself a room somewhere.

I told you, nobody'll have me.

Now that suits you just fine,

don't it, huh?

You mean you can't even buy a room?

I mean, I can't buy nothing.

The way you set this town against me,

it's just like you're

forcing me to stay here.

Bishop, get on your feet and get out of here.

Right now, go on.

Well... Where am I gonna sleep?

That's not my worry.

Wake up, Bishop.

Come on.

Get up.

I just can't think of anyone

I'd rather see first thing in the morning.

Get on your feet.

Now, just...

let's make no sudden moves here.

Get out of here.

I'm afraid I got some bad news for you.

You ever carry any other kind?

I got a telegram from Topeka.

That reward money for Moseley's been withdrawn.

Are you saying that I got nothing coming to me

for Jake Moseley?

That's right.

Read it yourself.

Whoever put up that thousand dollars

was willing to risk it for just so long.

Says here it was withdrawn

as of a couple weeks back.

That's right.

You playing me some kind of trick?

Now, Bishop, you're a bounty hunter.

You know that money's withdrawn every now and again.

Hasn't that ever happened to you before?

This telegram,

how I do know it came all the way from Topeka

and that it's government business like it says?

Well, why don't you ride up there and find out?

I guess you've got people scared around here,

but you don't scare me none.

I figure that money's due me,

and I guess maybe

you don't get to see a thousand dollars

all together too often.

Bishop, you better get on your horse

and ride out of Dodge.

You leaving me with nothing?

You got Moseley's horse and saddle.

You're ahead of the game.

Now get riding.

I don't stand to forget you, Marshal,

not ever.

I don't think we'll forget him too soon neither.

It'd sure be worth trying.

Man riding in.

Looks like Loy.

Loy's coming in.

Ain't Loy.

Jake would be riding with him.

It's Loy right enough.

I ain't wrong about everything.

Except when you think.

Loy's coming.

Where's Jake?

How would I know?

I was just asking.

When he gets here, you can tell him

how we'd have had meat for supper

except that you never once butchered like he told you.

That Rose Ellen is one big-mouthed woman.

Yeah.

Well now, sir, welcome home, Loy.

Yes, sir.

Good to have you back, Loy.

Anything been doing since I left?

We just been waiting for you.

What happened to Jake?

Old Dawkins here, he's just full of questions.

Well, he went off with you, Loy.

And he didn't come back.

Is that good enough for you?

- Sure. - Huh?

You handle that bank alone, that's fine with me.

All right, now you take that horse

and take him in the barn. Come on inside.

I guess you didn't get hurt none.

Now, Rose Ellen, you don't want me hurt.

But there's always the chance.

Jake coming along later?

Jake ain't coming back, and that's all we got to know.

My daddy used to tell about a sea-going man he knew,

brought home some kind of bird with him,

taught it to talk just like hisself.

Now, you hear that, Loy?

There she goes with that crazy blab again.

This bird, he couldn't make up no words of his own,

he just said what he was told to say.

I ain't to set a place for Jake then?

Jake, he rode on West.

Fetch me a bottle, Cape.

Sure, Loy.

Where did you hide it this time, Rose Ellen?

When did you start the whiskey?

Every time you go away, Loy.

Ain't livable here with the two of them,

sopping up whiskey, coming at me.

Rose Ellen, that's the biggest lie

you ever did tell.

How come you used Jake's saddle, Loy?

Bellyaching, questions, and whimpering.

I don't know why I come back here.

I been here five minutes, and I'm sick of you already.

Did I miss something?

Oh, it's all her doing.

I find out that she ain't lying like you said, Cape,

you and me is gonna have a settling.

Huh? Huh?

Sure, Loy.

Now you fix up some grub.

Sit down here.

And you two listen.

I'm gonna get me a town.

A town?

A whole town?

Sounds big, don't it?

Old Loy, he never plans nothing small.

I been thinking on it.

You don't take over everybody.

Just a few, just the right ones.

Like the sheriff's office,

the telegraph office, huh?

You get them, you got all the town you need.

Once we get this town, what do we do with it?

That's the best part.

I'm gonna show it off, Dawkins.

I'm gonna show it off.

Well, I-I can't send this.

It's signed "Sheriff Hale."

Sure you can.

And you send it just that way.

Howdy, mister.

How do?

Is Sheriff Hale around?

You'll have to do your business with me.

I'm his deputy.

Well, I'm Marshal Dillon from Dodge City.

Well, I heard of you right enough.

Sheriff Hale's an old friend of mine.

He, uh, sent me a telegram here...

it said he's got a prisoner for me.

We ain't got no prisoner.

You don't?

Well, you go look.

We ain't got the hair of a prisoner, yours or ours.

Well, where is Sheriff Hale?

I don't know that.

Well, you must know something.

I mean, uh, when'd you see him last?

I wouldn't like to say directly.

Seems like it's been a few days.

Well, this telegram was sent yesterday, from here.

Well, that could be.

I just said it'd been a few days since I'd seen him.

Well, did he leave you in charge when he left?

When he ain't around, I'm always in charge.

The sheriff's gettin' on in years, you know.

Gettin' kind of forgetful.

Could be he sent that telegram, then just clean forgot it.

Went off fishin'... like that.

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That's him.

I hadn't thought how he'd look.

Well, you ain't supposed think.

All you gotta do is see him.

Now, he ain't very hard to pick out.

I see him.

You mind what Loy told you?

Ain't no need to touch me.

Ain't no need at all.

All right.

I'm gonna be around, just to make sure you do.

You the man that sent that telegram?

Are you Marshal Dillon?

That's right.

There was a gun at my head, Marshal.

What happened to Sheriff Hale?

I don't know.

Well, who held the gun at your head?

Do you know that?

No, I don't.

I-I never saw him before.

What did he look like?

Well, he, uh... Well, I don't know.

Well, was he tall, short, buffalo hunter, cowboy?

What was he?

Mister, I-I can't tell you nothing.

Nothing at all.

Suppose I want to send a telegram.

Well, uh...

why don't you just write it out and leave it here,

and then we'll see.

Thanks.

Excuse me. I'm looking for Sheriff Hale.

You got any idea where he might be?

Really can't help you, mister.

Oh. Sorry.

I'm not.

If you was lookin' for company...

I'm looking for Sheriff Hale.

Well, I ain't him.

Excuse me.

You made an awful mess of that.

It ain't easy to be appealin' with you around.

You got more of a piece to speak.

Now you go on in there and do it.

How about that beer?

That's just what I'd like, a nice cold glass of beer.

Ladies first all right with you?

Sure.

You can tell the Marshal's a gentleman.

Somebody put you up to this, did they?

Seein' you, a woman gets her own ideas.

That beer's warm.

Oh, have some of mine... It's chillin' cold.

I'll get some of my own, thanks.

You do have a way of takin' over, don't you?

I'm afraid I'm not very good company, ma'am.

You don't have very good manners, either.

I offered you some of my beer...

Thanks.

'Morning.

I'm looking for Sheriff Hale.

Oh, uh... well, this is a hotel.

Now, to get to the Sheriff's office,

- you go back a few doors and... - Yeah, I know where

the sheriff's office is.

I'm looking for the sheriff himself.

He's not in here?

Oh, no. No...

I think he may be in trouble of some kind.

Well, I wouldn't know about that.

Would you care?

Well, I don't like trouble.

How about a room?

We don't have any rooms, I'm afraid we're full up.

You're afraid, all right.

Looking for George?

Well, he ain't here.

He's the clerk, and he's out.

You need something, sonny?

Why, yes, uh... either of you men know Sheriff Hale?

Sure do... this long time.

Do you know where I can find him?

Ain't he in his office?

No, he's not.

How long has it been since you've seen him?

Let me see.

Two days, ain't it?

Three.

Three makes it Monday last.

Walked by the window here, wove, and went his way.

No such thing.

How's that?

Never wove... nodded.

Well, either way, you haven't seen him?

No, sir.

Me neither... and I hope you're runnin' down.

I am.

Much obliged to you.

ROSE ELLEN Marshal.

Marshal.

We can't talk here.

I'll meet you back of the saloon.

Why?

I know where the sheriff is.

You're sure trying hard enough

to get me into a trap, aren't you?

I'm trying to help you.

Couldn't you just once look at me like you'd seen somethin'?

I'm not dirt, you know; I'm a woman.

Whose woman?

Loy's gonna kill you, and I don't know why I care.

Loy, huh?

So that's it.

Loy Bishop.

Loy... please, Loy, you're hurting me.

- I mean to, there's good reason. - I didn't tell him nothing, Loy.

- I didn't say a thing. - Don't you fool me, Rose Ellen.

I never planned it for you to meet him here.

I told you, Loy...

A woman's word? What good is that?

Well.

I guess it's time to take him to meet Sheriff Hale.

Oh, Marshal...

nursin' that sick head of yours

for about ten hours.

It hurts, don't it?

You opened them eyes earlier.

It was a sight to see.

Oh, you hurt... I know you do.

Tell him how he moaned and all.

- Yeah! - Yeah...

All through the night and most of the mornin'.

Oh, this... this has been a sufferin' time.

Oh, them?

Oh, them's yours.

It was kind of you to bring them along.

Are we still in Ashland?

Oh, no, we're, uh... we're out on my farm.

We're sort of out and away from folks here.

Yeah, you're some farmer.

Well, strictly speakin', I ain't.

Strictly speakin', this is Rose Ellen's farm.

Hers and her daddy's.

But then we come along, and uh...

well, it's mine now.

Strictly speakin'.

What about Sheriff Hale?

Oh.

That's right.

That's how come you're here, ain't it?

Now, Dawkins, you show the Marshal the Sheriff.

You help him... You see now?

His head don't hurt no more.

The truth is, Marshal...

he never knew what hit him!

Yeah, I can believe that, all right.

You probably shot him in the back.

Hey, hey, now...

I just wonder if I'm gonna be able to pay you back

for all I owe you, huh?

I owe you for a jail cot...

and for setting that town against me

and for that miserable saloon girl who wouldn't talk to me.

A man like me needs respect.

And he gets it.

Yeah. Now...

how'd you like a visit to Ashland, Marshal, huh?

You scare a few people and murder an old sheriff,

you're quite a man, yes, Bishop.

Yeah, I called a tune there, just like you did in Dodge.

Yeah. Well, now...

we're gonna do things your way from now on.

Tomorrow morning, sunup,

we're gonna have ourselves a hanging!

Now, come on... let's let him think on that.

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I tried to tell you, I tried to warn you,

but you wouldn't listen.

Who did that to you?

Bishop, I suppose.

He must be your man.

Why... look, I, uh, I'm sure I got you into all this trouble.

Trouble's no stranger to me.

No, I guess it isn't.

Don't pity me.

There's nothing worse.

What makes this bottle so slick-like?

I can't hardly hang onto it.

Well, wipe it off.

She hides it most anyplace.

Where'd you dig this up?

Out of the flour barrel.

Well, you know, they ain't a quality about that woman I like.

Oh, she don't trouble so much now that Loy's back.

Wonder if his head still hurts.

You're gonna forget all about that in a couple more hours!

Yeah, yeah.

Put an awful strain on yourself, moving around like that.

Big man like you, a few hours rest would do wonders.

What'd they do, Rose Ellen,

just walk in here one day and take over?

Didn't seem that way.

Daddy and me, we needed help; that was Loy.

I needed love.

That was Loy, too.

Then some after, Cape and Dawkins come along and...

Daddy's heart kind of broke and he died.

Then my heart kind of broke; I...

I just ain't died of it yet.

Where's Bishop now?

Sleeping off the whiskey.

Getting ready for the hanging.

They told you about that, did they?

Well, I can't worry about every little thing.

I'd just give up, if I did.

Cape and Dawkins, they, uh, they ain't getting no stronger.

Rose Ellen, you better get out of here quick,

before they find you.

Need another one.

I'll find one; you just wait right here.

♪♪

Dawkins!

Look out, Marshal!

Go ahead, Marshal!

Go ahead, shoot a woman!

Let her go.

Is the food ready?

Yes.

You meant it.

I can come to Dodge with you.

Sure.

You... you tell me how it'll be?

Well, all depends on what you want to do.

I have a friend that runs a saloon there... the Long Branch.

She hires quite a few girls and...

well, I'm sure there are people that need somebody

to cook or sew, things like that.

You're gonna set me to work?

Well, gotta live somehow.

I ain't going with you?

I ain't gonna be your woman?

Well, no.

Rose Ellen, I... well, I'm sorry if I...

You're sorry?

You think I got any kindness left in my heart

for just any man?

Why do you think I saved you?

If you don't want me, why did I save you?

Well, you saved me, yes.

You saved my life,

and I'll always be grateful to you for that, but...

I certainly never, never led you to think that...

that you were gonna be my woman, did I?

You were...

you were some gentler, that's all.

You showed a quality... a decency.

Things I'd forgot.

Now...

Rose Ellen, you can still come with me.

You don't have to stay here.

Oh, no, I gotta stay here.

I gotta stay here for a while, anyway,

till I get fit to go... anywhere.

I'm sorry, Rose Ellen.

Good-bye.

♪♪