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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

♪♪

Looky there.

Yeah, that fella's got himself a nice little place there.

Yeah, he must've struck it rich.

By golly, you're right.

He's probably a gold miner.

Let's go over and have a look.

If he is, maybe we'll kind of share his gold with him.

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Howdy.

Hello.

Are you a gold miner?

No, I ain't.

We kind of think you are.

Gold never interested me very much, son.

There ain't no man that gold don't interest.

That what you're doing up here?

We been out a whole month.

We ain't found nothing yet.

How much gold you got hidden around here, old man?

That mountain's probably full of gold,

but weren't me hid it there.

Don't get smart with us!

Well, I'll be.

What's that?

That's a Injun.

Why, you old fox.

You got a squaw hid out up here.

A real, live Injun.

You ought to keep her in the cabin, mister.

Somebody might shoot her, not knowing.

Topsanah is my wife.

Topsanah, huh?

That's a right pretty name

for nothing but an old Indian squaw.

Maybe you didn't hear

what I just said to your partner.

That she's your wife?

Dirty old Indian woman.

Get out of here, both of ya!

Shoot him, Davit!

John.

Pa. Pa.

Let's get him inside.

I wish you'd forget that.

You must eat.

I ain't hungry, I tell you.

I'm worried about Pa.

We've done everything we can for him.

Yeah.

Well, I'm thinking that ain't enough.

Don't talk like that, Quint.

It's bad medicine.

I'm sorry.

It was white men that did that to him.

Sit down now.

Eat.

I don't know why you should be so forgiving.

You think I am?

No.

No, course not.

I always did say you were the best cook there ever was.

It's easy, when you've got two men

to provide the meat.

Yeah.

There's gonna go right on being two men.

He's fevered some now, but that's natural.

It's lucky those bullets went clean through.

Except, clean through what, we don't know!

Quint.

I'm right here, Pa.

How you feeling?

Quint...

you kill them men?

I killed 'em.

I killed both of 'em.

They was white men.

White men.

But don't forget you're half white.

Don't never forget that.

I ain't forgetting, Pa.

Topsanah.

Yes?

You been a good wife, Topsanah, all these years.

Best wife a man could have.

I tried to be worthy of you.

We raise us a good son, huh?

He'll take care of you.

Quint...

Topsanah, your mother...

you take her back to her tribe.

Back to the Comanches.

That's where she belongs now.

I will, Pa.

I'll take care of her.

It's been a good life.

I ain't complaining.

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You sure you don't want some sort of a marker?

He was part of the mountains.

This way, he will always be part of them.

In a month or two, this grave will never be seen.

Nothing will ever bother it.

I'll see it.

I'll always see it.

Every white man's face I ever meet...

I'll see it.

You must not be bitter, my son.

Remember, your father was a white man, too.

Pa was different, you know that.

Yes.

We have a long ride.

You know where to find them?

Comanches?

We look for Chief Running Horse's people

along the Arikaree River.

Come.

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What did you tell him?

I told him who I am, and that you are my son.

He will tell Chief Running Horse we wish to talk to him.

You know, it's funny.

Me being half Comanche,

and I've never been in an Indian camp before.

You like it?

I don't know yet.

Chief Running Horse will see me alone first.

Chief Running Horse will see you now, Quint.

He said, "Hello."

You're learning.

I told the chief about you and about your father.

He admire your father.

He say he was only good white man he ever met.

Did you tell him I wanted to join the Comanches?

He wants to know why.

My mother's Comanche.

White men murdered my pa.

The two I killed were just a start.

I want to go on killing white men.

He says you will have to prove yourself, and doubly hard.

You must show you are more Comanche than white.

I'll prove myself.

Just give me a chance.

You will start your training at once.

Come.

Howdy.

You men buffalo hunters?

Beats hunting men.

You got anybody else here with you?

I got another man; he's sleep in the wagon.

What's on your mind, Marshal?

You got a bad spot picked to camp here.

Well, next time, I'll come ask you before I make camp.

Four buffalo hunters were killed just north of here yesterday.

Buffalo hunters?

Comanches are on the warpath.

They won't bother us.

So far, the only people they've bothered

have been buffalo hunters.

Well, it ain't gonna do them no good.

Us buffalo hunters is here to stay.

All right. I warned you.

Now, look, mister.

I been shooting Indians for years.

Every one I see... Warlike or peaceable.

That's a good idea, shooting peaceable Indians.

They're just so much meat to me.

Shoot first and talk later... That's my motto.

Men like you make me understand the Comanches.

That's fine talk for a lawman, ain't it?

What's he, some kind of a renegade?

Now, you never mind about him.

You go wake up Joe and get your rifles.

If Comanches show up, we're gonna draw some blood.

I'll get you on your wagon, get you into Dodge there.

Never mind, Marshal.

I'd spoil before you get me there.

Hold it.

You stinking savage! I'll...

You just won't take no for an answer, will you?

He got himself painted up.

Where'd you get him, Marshal?

North of here.

How come he's still alive?

Why didn't you kill him?

I didn't put that bullet in him.

What are you gonna do with him now?

I'm gonna take him up to Doc's.

Doc... An Indian?

You're gonna have Doc fix up an Indian?

That's right.

Wh... I never heard of such a thing.

H-He ought to be thrown in the river.

Since when did the law start to care for murdering redskins?

Suppose you go on about your business, huh?

All of you.

Oh, this is a disgrace, that's what it is.

Marshal, this is an insult to every white man in the country.

Well, this fella's had kind of a busy day, Matt.

Well, he kept active as long as he was able to, Doc.

I'll say that for him.

Well, it's gonna be at least a week

before he's very active again.

Matt, did it occur to you that this Indian

is just somewhat lighter than any other Indian you ever saw?

Sure has, Doc. I been thinking about that.

I just got a hunch maybe this Indian isn't all Indian.

Well, if that's so,

what are your friends downstairs gonna have to holler about then?

Yeah, they've probably forgotten all about it by now.

I doubt that.

Well, I'm getting pretty sick of looking at that war paint.

Bloodthirsty, murdering redskin, and he's being treated

- like he was a hero or something. - Well, I mean,

something ought to be done about it, I say.

And the sooner, the better.

Marshal.

Evening, Kitty.

Mm, hello, Matt.

How's that Indian of yours doing?

Well, he's gonna be all right, according to Doc.

You know, some of our good citizens are kind of upset

- about him. - Yeah.

What are you gonna do with him?

Um, I mean, after he gets well.

Well, guess I'll just turn him loose.

- Not in Dodge, I hope. - No, no.

I'll take him out on the prairie somewhere.

Just might do some good.

In what way?

Well, he'll probably be the only Indian ever taken prisoner

and had his life saved by a white man.

Just might have some influence on him.

He ought to be taken out and lynched, that's what.

Yeah, we're a pretty poor bunch of men

if we don't do something about it.

How long has this been going on?

Quite a while.

- Excuse me a minute. - Mm-hmm.

You men have some kind of a complaint?

You know we have, Marshal.

I'd just like to know which side you're on, Marshal...

Your own people or them murdering Comanches?

I'll tell you.

I don't believe in murdering of any kind,

and that includes lynching.

It's no more than self-defense to string up a redskin.

Why, it's criminal to treat one

the way you're treating this one.

Why, we're at war with them Comanches, Marshal.

Are you trying to say that we should save their lives

instead of kill 'em?

I'm not gonna stand here and argue with you,

but you remember this: that Indian is my prisoner,

and I'll protect him any way I have to.

Well, that ought to hold 'em.

I don't know, Kitty. I'm not too sure.

I think I better take a ride up to Doc's. I'll see you later.

All right.

For the last time, Doc,

get him on his feet!

Duff, you're drunk.

Now, you're not gonna touch him...

- You all right, Doc? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Pretty glad to see you.

Marshal, you likely killed me.

Well, next time I will, Duff. Now get out of here.

I see... he's conscious now, huh?

Yeah, has been for three or four hours.

You speak any English?

Oh, Matt, I've asked him that a hundred times.

I'll tell you something,

I'm getting pretty sick of all the riffraff in Dodge

coming in here drunk, threatening me.

Well, Doc, I'll tell you,

we'll just have to do something about that.

Well, we certainly will have...

Matt.

Hold it, Doc.

You're gonna have to walk through me to get to that door.

Now, suppose you give me that gun, huh?

You tricked me, white man!

I figured I could get you to talk.

What's your name?

In English, it's Quint.

Quint Asper.

You're a half-breed, aren't you?

I'm Comanche.

My pa was white.

White men killed him.

I've avenged him many times.

Well, maybe it's time you stopped.

Never.

What's the matter with you? Matt saved your life.

He's saving me for some sort of celebration.

Down in the street.

With me in the middle of it, maybe.

You've lived with the Indians a long time, haven't you?

Not long enough.

I'll tell you something, Quint, we don't treat people that way.

We don't torture and kill prisoners.

Doc, you know Ed Kelly, don't you?

Yeah.

Well, I think I'll get him up here as a guard.

He can just eat and sleep right here.

Well, I'm in favor of that.

I'm gonna need all the protection I can get.

- Long as he's here. - Yeah.

I'll be back shortly, but, uh, keep that handy.

Oh, don't worry, I will.

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It's me, Ed... Doc.

Well, by golly, this'll keep us

from starving to death for a day or two.

How long's this going on, Doc?

Well, I just don't know, Ed.

Wish I did.

How are you feeling?

First chance I get, I'm leaving.

Now, I got something to say about that.

So's he.

He won't leave.

Even if I have to tie him up.

Well, he's sure feeling a lot better.

Better keep your eye on him.

You hungry, Ed?

Any time, Doc. I don't work up much of an appetite at this job.

Well.

You watch him.

I'll be back later and fix some dinner.

All right.

Now, you know it may take a couple of months

to fill the rest of that order, Miss Kitty.

Well, just do the best you can, Mr. Jonas.

- Morning, Kitty. - Hello, Matt.

Mr. Jonas.

Say, I hope it isn't gonna take a couple of months

to fill this order.

Oh, no, Marshal, it's just that, well, certain ladies' things

are kind of hard to come by out here.

What is this you want?

Well, I got to have a hat and a shirt and a jacket of some kind,

if you can fix me up; those are the rough measurements there.

I'll see what I got.

Who are they for?

Quint Asper.

Oh, don't tell me you've civilized him

that much in the last week.

Well, not hardly, but Doc says

he's about ready to travel, and I'd like to get him

out of town in one piece, if I could.

Oh, you mean he's less likely to get shot at

in the clothes you buy for him, huh?

That's the general idea.

Matt, aren't you gonna tell anybody that he's half white?

I'm not telling anybody anything, Kitty.

Well, I guess you're probably right.

Marshal!

Well, you think these'll do?

Yeah, that looks fine, Mr. Jonas.

Can you wrap them for me?

Oh, sure.

Oh, Marshal, uh, how's that Indian of yours doing?

Well, he's all right.

He's still alive.

You know, there's been a lot of talk.

I know.

I'm on your side.

I-I think you done the right thing.

But what you're gonna do with him when he gets well,

I sure don't know.

Well, I guess I'll just have to think of something.

Well, there it is, Marshal, all wrapped up.

All right, and can you, uh, put that on my bill, Mr. Jonas?

- Sure. - Good. Coming along?

No, I've got some other things I got to get.

All right, well, I'll see you later.

- See you later. - Bye, Marshal.

Uh, Mr. Jonas, have you got the new catalog there?

Help yourself, Miss Kitty.

Oh, thank you.

I brought him, Marshal.

Quint.

Need me for anything else?

No, no, thanks, Ed.

Why don't you come on around tomorrow,

I'll give you your pay.

- All right. - Ed.

Fewer people know about this, the better.

I understand, Marshal.

So long.

So long, Quint.

Well, Quint, you look pretty good in those clothes.

I don't feel so good in them.

You could get used to them.

I was used to them once. Never again.

Quint, you know, we're your people, too.

Just as much as the Comanches are, maybe more.

A man usually takes after his father.

I'm your prisoner.

What are your plans for me?

Why don't you stay here.

I'll help you.

I got a choice?

Well, certainly you got a choice.

Then I'll go back to the Comanches.

All right.

I'll wait around till dark, then I'll slip out.

Quint, you remember last week here,

and you thought I was setting you up

for some kind of a killing out there in the street?

I changed my mind.

Well, that's something, anyway.

See those rifles over there?

Any of them appeal to you?

Gunfight between you and me?

No, not a gunfight, Quint.

I'm not a Comanche.

I'm giving you a rifle

to protect yourself with on your trip.

Now, go on and take one.

Go ahead.

This one.

All right.

It's loaded.

Come on with me.

That one's yours.

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Well, Quint, this is far as I'm going.

You're on your own.

What about your horse?

The rifle?

I usually don't go around giving away

horses or rifles either.

Especially to Indians that might turn around

and use them to kill white people with.

I don't understand you.

Quint, the next time you're faced with

killing or not killing a white man,

you're gonna have to make a decision.

It's gonna take some courage.

Kind I don't think you've had to use before.

Why should I change?

I made my choice when they murdered my pa.

Maybe.

So long.

Marshal.

Thanks.

You know where to find me if you want to, Quint.

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Running Horse.

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I can't!

You speak English, huh?

Yeah.

You was gonna cut my throat.

Why?

I'm half Comanche.

They wanted to see if the... whites had changed me.

You-You've been with the whites?

Yeah.

They captured me.

I got captured, too.

Right off my ranch, near Winona.

Up on the Saline River.

Did they... they hurt your people?

No.

No, they'd all gone to town, thank God.

But they're gonna kill me, ain't they?

Yeah.

Look, mister.

I got me a wife and four kids.

They sure need me.

I don't know what they'll do without me.

Ain't there nothing you can do?

After this, I'll be lucky if they don't kill me.

Yeah, well, maybe you better go ahead and do it.

Sure ain't no sense in us both dying.

A week ago... I could have.

Real easy.

Mister?

Which one was white?

Your pa or your ma?

My pa.

Oh, then your ma's still here with the tribe, huh?

No.

She died.

Last winter.

Sure sorry to hear that.

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Listen, don't kill...

Ain't there a guard outside?

Not now.

There's horses down by the creek.

Remember, any noise, and we both die.

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You mean, you can hear that way?

Sometimes.

Well... they'll be here soon.

Can they outride us?

These are squaw ponies.

They're all I could get.

They'll ride us down.

Quint, if we just had something to fight with.

Your home along the Saline River is that way.

Now, you get going.

Alone?

Yeah. I'll take 'em off your trail.

It's me they want most now, anyway.

You mean, you're gonna bring 'em right down on you?

Something like that.

Maybe when they get there, I'll be gone.

No, no, I'm going with you, Quint.

I can't run off now.

You're not running off.

Besides, I know every trick they do.

Maybe some they don't.

Now, you get going.

Well, maybe you would be better off without me.

Where you going if you do get away?

I don't know. I'm a real renegade now.

I don't have any people.

Well, look, Quint, you're ever up my way,

you got people.

Thanks, friend. Good luck.

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- Hello, Doc. - Morning.

You got this morning's mail?

Yeah. Yeah, it came in pretty early today.

Hmm.

I didn't get any.

You got some coffee here?

Yeah. Help yourself.

I'll be darned.

What's the matter?

Well, it's from the sheriff up at Winona.

Winona? Where's Winona?

It's up north on the Saline River.

- Mm. - There's some rancher up there

by the name of Jim Grant got taken by the Comanches.

They'd given him up, but he rode back about a week ago.

Says he'd been saved

by some half-breed.

Well, I'll be doggoned.

What do you think of that?

What's that out there?

Sounds like the town's on fire.

Hey, cowboy, what's going on?

Going Indian hunting, Marshal, up Slade Canyon.

Indian hunting?

Yeah. They say there's a lone Comanche

hanging around up there; we're gonna flush him out.

A lone Indian?

That's what they say.

You better come along, Marshal; it's gonna be fun.

Yeah.

Could that... could that be Quint?

It could be, Doc.

I'm going out there.

I told you this would be fun, Marshal.

Who's the leader of this bunch?

There ain't no leader; it's every man for himself.

22 against one, huh?

Don't be a spoilsport, Marshal.

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Anybody find any sign?

No tracks at all?

Well... here comes our marshal.

Now, you men listen to me.

I... I came up here to put a stop to this,

but it's hopeless anyway; you're not gonna find that Indian.

Anybody wants to ride back to town with me,

I think it'd be a good idea.

That's mighty doubtful, Marshal.

How about you, cowboy?

Yeah, I could use a drink, all right.

All right. Let's go.

I guess this game's a little rough for some men.

Well, like I said, I'm thirsty.

Let's get back to work!

Now, look here, men, he's got to be in there somewhere!

We're not gonna find him if we're all bunched up,

so let's spread out!

Well, you all set?

What am I gonna do with these clothes I got on?

I guess we'll have to bury 'em.

You sure can't give them back to the fella you took them from.

Well, not hardly.

How about a cup of coffee?

All right.

Thank you.

You know, Marshal, it's a funny thing.

What?

Well, those clothes I took off that fella...

It's plain robbery, ain't it?

Yeah, I suppose it is.

What would the people around here say

if they knew you were in on such thievery?

Well, about the same thing they'd say if they knew

I was harboring a murdering redskin, I guess.

I'm gonna have to... leave Dodge soon.

Go someplace else.

Why?

Well, I... been enough trouble to you already.

Well, I think the way to keep you out of trouble

is have you around where I can keep an eye on you.

Well, I'd have to get a job.

I never had a job before.

We can find a job for you, Quint.

Well, I could never work inside.

No reason for you to have to.

What's going on out here?

Say, come on, you got to see this, Quint.

There goes your friend.

You know, I feel right mean about that.

You do, huh?

Well... not mean enough not to do it over again if I had to.

Quint, I'll tell you something.

Long as I'm breaking all these laws,

I think I'm just gonna break another one.

How's that?

I'm gonna buy an Injun some firewater.

Well, you're just bound and determined

to get us into trouble, aren't you?

Come on.