Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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Well, good morning, Marshal, good morning.

Good morning, Senator.

- How'd you sleep? - Fine, thank you.

Marshal Dillon, this is Paul Hill.

Real pleasure, Marshal.

Mr. Hill is a journalist.

He writes articles for newspapers and magazines.

- Oh. - Sit down, sit down.

Well, about politics, Mr. Hill?

Oh, about anything and everything, Marshal.

Whatever I think will catch the public's eye.

He's a good man to know.

Have some coffee?

No, thanks. I had some this morning.

Well, have you thought about

all the things we talked about last night?

- Matter of fact I have, Senator. - And?

I still don't agree with you.

Marshal, I asked Mr. Hill to be present this morning

for a very good reason.

I want the public informed that congress is working very hard,

as always, to save money wherever and whenever it can.

I was hoping Mr. Hill would be able to quote you

as agreeing with my ideas on law enforcement

west of the Mississippi.

I see. The senator's told you

about his ideas, has he, Mr. Hill?

Well, he seems to think

that United States Marshals aren't much needed.

West of the Mississippi.

The budget of the Department of Interior could be cut

by thousands of dollars

if we dropped U.S. Marshals in the West.

I've already promised Marshal Dillon that I'd personally

see to it that he have a good job back East somewhere.

Why don't you take it?

It'd be a whole lot safer, it seems to me, Marshal.

Yeah. Yeah, I expect it would.

From all the information I've gathered,

I've come to one conclusion.

What's that, Senator?

All these ruffians, these so-called bad men,

they're purely bluffs. Most are fakes.

They somehow build up big reputations up to a point

where they have everyone scared of them.

Where nobody will call 'em down, is that right, Marshal?

Senator, that may be true in a few cases.

A few? Most of them, I'm told.

Anyway, these real bad men, the real killers,

why not let 'em get rid of each other?

Why spend good money on U.S. Marshals to save them?

Well, because for one reason, a lot of innocent people

may be killed along the way.

Well, can't make you agree with me, I can see that.

Senator, why don't you make a trip out to Dodge City?

Maybe you'd convince yourself.

Perhaps I shall, perhaps I shall.

But I have a lot of business here in Kansas City.

Sure. Well, I'm catching the train this afternoon,

so I'll be going along, unless there's anything else.

Oh, I think not.

I'm just sorry we don't see eye to eye on this thing.

Well, you come out to Dodge, Senator, maybe we will. Bye.

Good-bye.

- Marshal. - Mr. Hill.

Your pleasure, sir?

- A shot of whiskey. - Yes, sir.

You're not a city man, are you?

Nope.

Heading back out West soon?

Yeah.

Take me with you.

Well, miss, I, uh, I'm afraid I'm a poor man.

Sorry to hear that.

So am I.

Well, you didn't get very far, did you?

Far enough.

- The usual, Jack. - Yes, sir.

You know, something, Marshal, Senator McGovern likes you.

He does, huh?

That's what he told me.

Even if you don't agree with him.

Pretty hard to agree with a man

who doesn't know what he's talking about, Hill.

But you admitted that most of these bad men are bluffs.

Very few, and those that are don't last long.

Now why not? If a man's bluff's good enough,

I should think everybody'd stay out of his way.

You know, you ought to take a trip out to Dodge yourself.

No, I'm serious, Marshal.

If a man is a good enough actor,

if he's got the whole countryside believing

that nobody can face him and live,

nobody but a crazy man would face him.

Around here, maybe.

Oh, people are the same everywhere.

It's like I say,

you ought to take yourself a trip to Dodge.

I'd like to.

I'll show you around if I'm still there.

Well, thanks.

- So long. - So long, Marshal.

Big man, huh?

But he's poor.

Jack, give Rita a drink, will you? Put it on my tab.

Yes, sir.

Better luck next time, honey.

Well, hello, Hill.

Hello, Heber. How's your luck holding out?

Never better.

Won every hand in a six hour poker game last night.

Every hand that I played, that is.

You gamblers make us working stiffs look like idiots.

You are idiots.

You don't have to convince me.

I'm on my way back to work right now.

- See you around. - Sure.

Huh! Hyah! Hee! Hee! Hee!

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Whoa!

You all right, mister?

Yeah, I'm all right.

I'm awful sorry.

It's a good thing you were there.

Yeah.

Thanks.

That's all right.

Hey, there, young fella. That was pretty fast.

It's a good thing I seen it.

You're a natural; a fella moves like that.

A natural for what?

Prizefighting.

It don't interest me.

How about gunfighting?

I never had a gun in my hand,

but I read plenty about them fellas.

Is that so? Does that interest you?

You bet. I'm going West, too, one of these days.

I want to see some of them gunfighters.

My name's Paul Hill. What's yours?

Clay. Clay Tatum.

You, uh, work regular for this outfit?

Going on two years now.

So I could find you there if I needed you?

Sure. But what for?

I'll let you know, Clay...

if it works out.

Well, you might work hard, but you sure don't work long.

Oh... there you are.

I'm thinking of giving it up.

Maybe you're not such an idiot after all.

Why don't we just find out?

You got something in mind.

I sure have.

Here, we can talk over there.

All right, what's on your mind?

- Money. - What?

Your money, Heber. I want some of it.

Why, sure, Hill. Why didn't you say so?

I'll gladly make you a loan. How much?

No, no. No, loan.

I always understood you were a man

who would bet on anything, Heber.

Oh, a bet. Let's have it.

Have you ever been out West?

Kansas City is as far west as I want to go.

Well, you know about those gunmen out there.

You know the one's that go around

waiting for somebody to challenge them?

And they get challenged, too. It's no life for a man

who's looking forward to a happy old age.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe they're just a lot of big bluffs.

They way I hear, they're no bluffs.

They're killing and getting killed day and night out there.

Anyway, that's what I want to bet on.

Now I've got $2,000 that says I can take a man

who has never had a gun in his hand his whole life long

and send him out to a place like, oh, say, Dodge City,

have him wear a gun and act like a gunman,

and I'll bet you that he can stay there two whole weeks

without getting killed.

You say a man that never had a gun in his hand?

That's right. He works for a grocer.

I'll introduce you to him.

It'd be suicide.

You tell him that. I'll tell him what I think.

Let him make up his own mind.

Now what kind of fool would go for such a trick?

A fool whose expenses we'd pay and who could use,

let's say, $250 to boot.

But we'll let the loser pay his expenses and wages.

I'll go for that.

Sounds like easy money to me.

Remember, our bet is about a man who doesn't know how to shoot.

But acts as if he could.

And I'll be in Dodge, too.

I'll be there myself.

We just pretend we don't know each other.

I'm betting a thousand dollars this man is killed

within two weeks after he hits Dodge.

And I'm betting he can bluff his way right through it.

You're on.

Hey, uh, I know you're not poor,

but isn't a thousand dollars a lot of money for you?

Oh, you forget, Heber, I'm a journalist.

Whichever way this goes,

I get a good saleable story out of it.

Sure, sure.

Huh! Huh!

Whoa!

Can you tell me where the Dodge House is, please?

Yeah. Down the street to the left.

It's the best in town.

And what I hear, it's the only one in town.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, excuse me.

Thank you.

Oh... hello.

My name's Paul Hill.

I'm a stranger here in town.

You don't mind if I watch, do you?

I guess it's all right.

Thank you.

Nice town you got here.

It ain't ours.

No, what I meant was, uh...

Well, you fellas get to Dodge City often, do you, huh?

Once a year, with a trail herd.

Up from Texas, huh?

That's right.

Mighty interesting place, Texas.

Mighty interesting people, too.

You been there?

Have you heard of Clay Tatum being down that way lately?

Who?

Clay Tatum. The gunman, you know.

I never heard of no Clay Tatum.

You never heard of Clay Tatum?

I thought everybody had.

He's got the reputation of a real killer.

That's all they were talking about on the stage from Abilene,

was Clay Tatum.

Where's he from?

Nobody seems to know.

He, uh, moves around a lot.

Well, he's probably looking for new men to try him.

It's like that with them gunmen, you know.

They say he's coming to Dodge City.

Well, here's one man who's got no quarrel with him.

He can keep his reputation.

Well, I'll tell you, I wouldn't even say hello

to a man like that,

less'n I had a shotgun in my hands.

Couldn't agree with you more.

You fellas are absolutely right on that one.

What'd you say this fella's name is?

Clay Tatum.

Sounds like a terror to me.

Yeah, I think I'll stay away from him.

What does he look like?

I've never seen him.

I've just heard about him.

Well, I wonder why he's coming to Dodge?

Nobody seems to know.

At least, they don't tell me.

Marshal Dillon ain't too keen on having gunmen around this town.

Yeah, but he generally don't bother 'em...

unless they start causing trouble.

Oh, there won't be any trouble around Clay Tatum.

Nobody's going to buck a man like that.

Well, I ain't, that's for danged sure.

I'm looking forward to a peaceful old age, myself.

Here, bartender.

Drinks all around, huh?

I'm buying.

- Great. - Thank you kindly.

Matt?

Yeah.

What are you doing back there?

Well, I was looking after my prisoner, Doc.

What poor soul have you got locked up now?

Well, he's a poor little buffalo hunter.

Weighs about 280 pounds,

soaked up five gallons of beer at the Lady Gay last night,

tipped over the bar and kicked six men in the belly

before I got there.

Sounds like a nice fella.

Yeah.

Why don't we have some dinner, huh?

All right, fine.

Say, I've been wondering, Matt, have you, uh, heard anything

about this Clay Tatum everybody in town's talking about?

Just what I heard at the Long Branch.

Don't you know anything about him?

Nope, not a thing.

Hello, Marshal.

Oh, Paul Hill.

- When'd you get to town? - Yesterday.

I stopped by to see you, too, but you must've gone out.

Oh, this is Doc Adams, here. Paul Hill, Doc.

- How do you do? - Real pleasure, Doctor.

He's a journalist from Kansas City.

Oh. Gonna write up all the savagery in Dodge, huh?

Oh, no.

As a matter of fact,

I'm on my way to Colorado, eventually.

Harper's wants some articles about the gold miners.

How's Senator McGovern these days?

Well, when I left Kansas City,

he was talking pretty strong about coming out here

and seeing things for himself.

Well, I wish he would.

I didn't have much success talking to him.

Oh, it isn't that, Marshal.

It's just that if he can prove to the taxpayers

that he's saving them money, that makes him a big hero.

We were just gonna have something to eat.

Would you like to join us?

- Yeah, come on. - Just my luck. I've finished,

but I will walk along with you, if you say.

Fine.

Yes, sir?

Give me a whiskey.

That'll be a quarter.

Quarter?

I thought it was only 20 cents.

Well, here it's a quarter.

All right.

Hello, stranger.

Hello.

You been in town long?

I just got here.

Uh-huh.

My name's Paul Hill.

Can I buy you a drink?

All right.

Two whiskeys, please, barkeep.

What's your name, stranger?

Clay Tatum.

Clay Tatum?!

Well, I sure have heard a lot about you.

Everybody here's heard a lot about you.

Well, this is a real honor,

to be drinking with Clay Tatum.

You know who this is? Clay Tatum!

Is that so?

Well, you've heard of him.

Yeah, plenty.

Well, if you gentlemen want another, let me know.

Don't act like such a greenhorn, Clay.

You're a big man here already.

What'd I do?

All that business about the quarter.

You should've offered to shoot it out for the extra nickel.

Nobody pushes you around.

Oh. I'll remember.

You better remember.

Well, it's been a real pleasure meetin' you, Clay.

I'll see you around.

All right.

Guess who's here?

Clay Tatum.

So we've heard.

Gentlemen, you know who that is over there?

Clay Tatum. He just got into town.

He's awful young, isn't he?

Yeah, and he's not apt to get very much older.

That's kind of sad.

Well, when you...

think like he's just another killer, I don't know.

His contribution to this world

is not gonna make too many people mourn for him

when his number's up.

- Hello, Matt. - What's up, Kitty?

Doc.

He's here.

Who's here?

Clay Tatum, that young fella there at the bar.

That's Clay Tatum?

Yep.

Well, how long's he been in town?

Yeah, I don't know about that.

It's the first time he's been in here.

Is that so?

You Clay Tatum?

That's right, Marshal.

Well, everybody in Dodge has been looking for you.

Is that so?

Where you from?

Nowhere. I keep moving around.

Any particular reason for that?

I'm not wanted, Marshal.

You can find out easy enough.

I already found that out.

Tatum, I'll tell you something: I don't like gunmen.

Well, I ain't done no harm.

Not to you, anyway.

If you'd take some advice from me,

you'll walk a straight line while you're here in Dodge.

A real straight line.

What do you think?

You going to run him out of town?

Well, I don't know, Kitty.

Kind of like to find out what he's up to.

I think I'll just keep an eye on him for a while.

Looking for Clay?

Yes.

He don't seem to be around much,

in the daytime, anyway.

No.

It's been ten days now, Hill.

Only four to go.

I know.

If you've been hiding him...

If you're hiding him during the daytime, the bet's off.

I want that man exposed day and night.

I wouldn't even get my magazine article

out of this if I hid him, would I?

Then where's he been keeping himself?

I'm waiting for him now, to find out.

Hill.

Oh, that's pretty quick.

I can shoot it, too.

What?

I said, I can shoot it.

What do you mean, you can shoot it?

Drawing fast don't mean nothing, Hill.

Your gun might as well be empty

if you can't do nothing with it once it's out.

Oh, so that's where you've been...

learning how to shoot.

Most all day, every day.

Who's been teaching you?

Nobody.

You sure?

Are you calling me a liar?

Hey, you have changed some.

If you mean I don't feel helpless no more, you're right.

Now look, Clay...

you've got a big reputation around here,

you don't have to prove a thing.

I can prove it if I have to.

You'll get killed if you try.

We'll see.

Don't try it, Clay.

I know what I'm talking about.

All you have to do is act the part.

I'm gonna get me some supper.

Listen, you get smart and you're gonna get yourself killed.

You do what I tell you.

Because if you don't stay in town, you don't get paid.

Give me a beer.

Sure.

Harry, look who's here.

There you go.

You, um...

you lookin' for a game, mister?

I'm only watching.

Well, you can, uh...

join us, if you like.

I would...

if I liked.

You're kind of unfriendly, ain't you, mister?

Uh, Dan, that there's, uh...

Clay Tatum.

Oh. I've heard of you.

Did you hear that I was unfriendly?

I'll tell you something, mister.

I ain't afraid of no man alive.

I don't carry no gun,

so I can't get shot unless somebody wants to hang.

And if they beat me over the head,

Marshal Dillon's the next man they'll have to face.

Nobody's threatening you.

And I'll tell you something else.

I've heard a lot about you,

but it's been all talk.

Meaning nobody around here's seen you do anything.

And maybe you're good with that gun.

Maybe you are a killer.

But it sure ain't been proven around Dodge yet.

Well, maybe it's time I showed you a thing or two.

Give me five of them beers, will you?

All right.

Now, come on outside.

And you gentlemen are invited, too.

What's going on?

Beats me.

Take that bench over there, will you?

Thank you.

You give the word, mister.

Now!

Hello, Marshal.

Four out of five.

That ain't so bad, is it?

You sober?

I'd have to be sober to shoot like that, wouldn't I?

Well, you'd have to be drunk to shoot on Front Street at all.

What's the matter with you?

I'm just showing these men

I can shoot, that's all.

Are you dumb or just being ornery?

I don't take to insults, Marshal.

What's the matter with you?

You can't buck him.

Sure, you've got a big reputation,

but Marshal Dillon's is even bigger.

Of course, it's none of my business, but, uh...

Clay, I ought to take that gun away from you.

You take my gun, I'll be in big trouble, Marshal.

All right, but next time you'll be on your way.

Is that clear?

There won't be no more trouble.

They've seen what I can do.

Hill, just a minute.

Yes, Marshal?

What's your interest in Clay Tatum?

Nothing in particular.

Outside of not wanting to see anybody get shot.

Not even a gunman, I guess.

Ah, well, I'm thirsty, boys.

Anybody else?

Whiskey, barkeep.

You're a hard man to find.

It's better that way.

I'm thinking of calling the bet off.

What?

I heard about Clay's exhibition on Front Street yesterday.

So?

You've been teaching him how to shoot.

I don't even know how myself.

He's been doing that on his own.

All right, but now nobody's gonna challenge him.

Not after seeing him work.

It's funny.

I'm worried maybe they might.

More than ever now.

We don't agree on anything, do we?

Look.

I bet he wouldn't get shot, you bet he would.

Now, maybe you'd like to switch around?

No, we made it this way, we'll stick to it.

All right.

Two days to go.

See you around.

You bet you will.

Hi.

Oh, hello, Doc.

Well, do you mind if I sit down here

and join the retired elite for a few minutes?

Well, just 'cause a man's doing a little thinking

doesn't mean he's retired.

Thinking? Well, guess it wouldn't take me more

than about one guess to figure what you were thinking about.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Clay Tatum.

By golly, you're right.

You know, from what I've heard of him and what I've seen,

he's... an odd sort of gunman,

a little different maybe.

Why do you say that?

Well, you know I was in the Long Branch the night he came in.

He sure didn't scare anybody that night.

He was mild as milk.

Now I understand he's getting a little hard to please.

Well, he's walking a lot straighter than he was.

That's for sure.

Remember this fella I introduced you to, that Paul Hill?

Oh, that newspaperman from back East?

Yeah.

Well, this change in Clay seems to bother Hill.

Now, there's one I can't figure out.

Hmm.

Well, uh, do you have to figure it out this minute?

Well, no, not necessarily.

Um, could go in and have a cup of coffee.

That's kind of what you had in mind, wasn't it?

Yes, exactly.

Give me a whiskey.

Haven't seen Clay around.

Neither have I.

He can't get shot if you're hiding him out, Hill.

I told you I haven't seen him.

Not all day.

Wish I hadn't taken this fool bet.

Wait a minute.

Give me a whiskey.

Come on, whiskey.

Who's the loudmouth?

Take it easy, Farril.

That there's Clay Tatum.

He don't look like so much to me.

I'd like to hear you tell him that.

You think I'm a-scared of him?

Of course not.

As long as you're here and he's over there.

You know he's gonna get his fool head blowed off?

You're Clay Tatum?

That's right.

Well, they say you're a pretty hard man.

Well, they don't know.

Not around here.

Not yet.

Well, maybe I can fix that.

Now he's gonna get it.

Here's where I win my bet.

It's your play, mister.

You can save your life if you walk out of here.

I can?

Well, then, I guess I better.

I had that thousand dollars right in my hand.

He'll never get shot now.

Nobody'll dare brace him.

Nobody.

Whoa-ho!

Have a good trip, Jim?

Not bad, Tom, not bad.

Well, Senator, I hope the ride wasn't too rough for you.

Oh, fine, fine.

I don't think I jolted off more than five or ten pounds.

You're a good sport, Senator.

Ah, well, I'll be a better one after a hot bath

- and a nice cold beer. - Yeah.

Now, if you'll direct me to the Dodge House.

Oh, just walk on down the street, there.

You can't miss it.

I'll have somebody bring your bag over.

Thank you very much.

Marshal Dillon.

Well, Senator McGovern.

So, you got here after all.

Oh, I can only stay a couple of days.

Well, that's not very long.

I'll tell you the truth, Marshal.

I don't expect to learn a thing here.

I only came so that I can say I've really taken a look around.

Senator, you're a stubborn man, but you're an honest one.

Honest enough to say I don't think you're very busy.

Is this the way you spend your days... hanging around the hotel?

Well, sometimes, you know, we have to wait

for trouble to start.

Mm, well, we'll see.

Glad to show you around town any time you're ready.

Uh, no thanks, I prefer to take a look around myself.

Things seem peaceful enough, I must say.

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

All right.

Mister?

Never mind.

Hello, stranger.

My name's Nick Heber.

I'm a gambler.

You're new around here, aren't you?

Well, it's my first time in Dodge.

Good, good, I think you're just the man I'm looking for.

Now look, mister, I ain't exactly a greenhorn.

I ain't looking to gamble none.

But for two dollars, I'm broke.

How'd you like to earn a hundred dollars fast?

Well, I could use the money.

I ain't so sure about the work.

Oh, there's nothing to it if you got the stomach for it.

And I think you have.

Somebody cheated you out of some money

and you want him killed, is that it?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

Well, go on.

Well, look, tonight inside there,

you and I will be waiting,

not together, but so as I can signal when our man arrives

so you'll know him.

You step up, goad him into a fight.

Make him go for his gun.

Is he a gunman?

Nah, he's a young kid... He never killed anybody.

The way he wears his gun, he's got everybody buffaloed.

You could make it look like self-defense.

Well, what if it don't work out that way?

Look, I want him dead.

If you have to run, your horse'll be waiting right here.

And where you gonna be?

I'll block the door so you can get away.

By the time anybody knows what's happened,

you'll be out there in the night, traveling.

And how am I gonna get my money... write you a letter?

Nah, I'll give you the money tonight before we go inside.

Pueblo's only a few days' ride.

A man could have himself a lot of fun there

with a hundred dollars in his pocket.

All right, I'll do it.

I'll see you at 8:00 tonight in that alley there.

Bring the money.

Don't worry about that.

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Doctor Adams.

Well, Senator, how are you?

Fine, fine, thank you. How are you?

Just fine. I knew you'd be by the Long Branch eventually.

I guess you plan to see about every place in Dodge, huh?

My duty, Doctor, my duty.

I suppose so. Oh, Senator, Miss Kitty Russell.

Kitty, Senator McGovern.

How do you do, Miss Russell?

It's an honor to have you here, Senator.

First drink's on the house. What'll it be?

Well, thank you kindly, Miss Kitty.

A little whiskey ought to be warming.

Sam.

Give me a whiskey.

Whiskey.

Say, you Clay Tatum?

Sorry.

Well, what'd you push me for?

I didn't push you.

You seen him, he pushed me.

You're a liar!

Miss Kitty! Doc!

Senator?

Is he hurt bad, Doc?

He's all right. He caught one in the shoulder, Matt.

Who did it?

It was a wild one from that fella

laying there on the floor.

I want to get him up to the office.

Senator, come on now.

Take it easy.

I'll be along as soon as I can, Senator.

All right, who shot him?

I killed him, Marshal. Self-defense.

Kitty?

Sure looked like it to me, Matt.

He threw whiskey in his face and drew his gun,

and Clay shot him.

All right, it's self-defense. I can't arrest you.

But you're through in Dodge, Tatum.

The man tried to kill me, Marshal.

I never even seen him before.

You go do your killing or get shot yourself somewhere else.

I want you out by morning.

Now, look, Marshal...

I'd have thrown you out a long time ago,

but I didn't think you were worth it.

You had me fooled.

Now get on your way.

Who is it?

Marshal Dillon.

It's late, Marshal.

I'll, uh, I'll stop by your office in the morning.

Hill, I want to talk to you right now.

I'm in bed, Marshal.

It'll have to wait till tomorrow.

You didn't need to do that.

Who's he?

Nick Heber, a friend of mine.

We were just having a little talk, that's all.

We didn't want to be interrupted.

Where you from?

Kansas City.

What is it you want here, Marshal?

You know, ever since that little shooting exhibition

on Front Street the other day, I've been curious

as to what your connection is with Clay Tatum.

I'm a journalist. What would I have to do with a gunman?

Any gunman?

How do you make your living?

I do a little gambling every now and then.

You doing some writing here, are you?

Uh, yes, uh...

Now you got no business, Marshal.

That's private...

"A good actor is all it takes. A man who can fool people

"into believing nobody can outdraw him.

"If he plays his role well enough,

"he's as safe as though he were home in bed,

"for who's going to call out a man reputed to have shot down

a score of killers?"

All right, I wrote the article.

There's no law against that.

I thought you said you didn't have anything to do with gunmen?

I don't have anything to do with Indians, either,

but I wrote an article about them once.

You know, when Clay Tatum first got to this town,

he was a little short on confidence,

but he had a big reputation.

Maybe you're responsible for that, huh?

Oh, you're talking crazy, Marshal.

I can't prove it, but if that's your game, you're finished.

Clay Tatum's on his way out of town in the morning.

If you'll take my advice, you'll do the same thing.

What'd you have to leave that stuff around for?

Ah, he was already plenty suspicious

or he wouldn't have been up here.

And he's run Clay out of town.

I meant to tell you, Heber, I saw Clay earlier.

He's going to find some excuse to stay in town until noon.

Otherwise, I told him no money.

And noon tomorrow sees our bet out.

Mm-hmm. You can pay off now if you'd rather.

Make things a whole lot easier.

I'll pay off when I see Clay still alive

at noon and not before.

Good night.

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- Well, Senator. - Marshal.

Doc Adams told me I'd find you here.

Yes, against his orders.

Told me to stay in bed, but I don't like staying in bed.

I don't like getting shot either.

It's like I tried to tell you in Kansas City, Senator.

These gunmen don't just shoot each other, you know.

You were lucky.

I'm beginning to believe you.

Marshal.

Oh, excuse me, Senator.

Morning, Hill.

Morning, sir. Marshal, could I see you for a minute?

Excuse me.

Well?

Nick Heber's after me. He's threatened to kill me.

Kill you? Why?

Well, I wouldn't pay off on a bet.

Now you know that Clay Tatum was killed last night.

- Yeah. - And I know that Heber did it.

Your bet was over Clay, is that it?

Yeah, and then Heber went and killed him!

- Heber. - Hello.

Hill here tells me you're trying to kill him.

He's the biggest liar I ever met.

He also said you killed Clay Tatum last night.

He's doing a lot of talking, isn't he?

Makes a lot of sense.

Marshal, you don't have proof of anything.

Now why don't you let me be?

Heber...

Didn't I tell you?! Didn't I tell you, Marshal?!

I was right. You see?

What's going on here?

Just another gunman, Senator.

Well, he-he doesn't look like one.

Senator, they come every which way.

Now, where do you think you're going?

Well, I'm going up to pack my stuff, Marshal.

I'm gonna get the first stage I can back to Kansas City.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Hill,

but you're going to jail.

Going to jail? What for?

There's a circuit judge coming through here in about a week.

I think he'd like to hear this whole story.

And being as it was your idea,

I just think I'll let you tell it to him.

Well, wait a minute! I don't see...!

Why don't you help your friend there?

I'm convinced, Marshal.

It took some doing, but you convinced me.

How about having dinner with me tonight

and maybe you can help me find

another way to save money for the department?

Be glad to.

All right, let's go.

I'll stop by and pick you up.