Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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You throw any lead, and you'll get it right back in your gut.

Throw down your guns.

Both of you!

And the box.

It's empty, mister.

Throw it down.

Climb down.

Both of you, come on.

Come on, let's move!

What else you carrying?

Hey, you are carrying something, ain't you?

Little silk, a little lace.

Come on.

Leave her alone.

You want to get your head blowed off?

Where's the lace?

- Now, please. - Padding.

I bet underneath you're just as scrawny as an old chicken.

I am not scrawny.

You ain't?

Well, how's a body to know with all them trappings?

Now, please let us go, huh?

You gonna beg me, huh? I like that.

What are you gonna do for me if I let you go?

Kingdom come... That's where you're going

if I have a mind to it.

Oh, now, please don't kill him, mister.

Well, you and me, we're gonna ride off to Santa Fe.

Someplace fancy, and I'm gonna dress you all up

in lace, black lace, with pink silk garters

and-and one of them corsets that only tightens in the middle.

That's how you want it, huh?

Okay.

Oh, scrawny.

Please let us go.

Well, you all make me sick.

Hyah!

Are you all right, miss?

You sure you're all right?

Yes.

Please just let's go.

Thank you.

That boy was crazy, coot crazy.

Yeah, like to scare the gal half into her grave.

Poor little thing.

Whoa, get.

Hyah!

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What's the matter, Mr. Jonas?

Nothing.

Admiring your work.

Well, I wasn't sure I would finish that job or not.

I'm a farrier, not an ironmonger.

Well, whatever you are, you do fine work, Quint.

Thank you.

How much I owe you?

A dollar would be enough.

That all?

Well, that's all I'd charge anybody else.

Well, I kind of envy you.

How's that?

Well, you're not beholden to nobody.

You've got a knack for living.

Does that make sense?

Maybe.

Well, what I mean is, you-you get restless,

you hang up your apron, set a sign on the door,

you're long gone.

Well, it's not as easy as all that.

Well, what I mean is, you... you got the need bad enough,

you can do it; it's...

Now, me, I'm stuck like a bull calf at spring roundup.

Customers bothering me about hats from Chicago,

dresses from St. Louis that ain't arrived yet.

You make it sound kind of bad.

Oh, I guess it ain't all that bad, but...

what I wouldn't give for a little freedom now and then

just to get shut of that store.

Oh, my.

You, uh, get kind of restless, do you?

Something fierce, Quint, something fierce.

How do, Mr. Parker?

Is that one of your customers?

Gant Parker?

Matter of fact, he is. Why?

Well, he didn't seem too friendly.

Well, he's not known for it, I'll admit that.

I wonder what he's doing in town again.

He got his supplies last week.

You know, for a man who's tired of customers

and all the problems they bring,

you seem mighty concerned about that fella.

Now, look, young fella, don't you get smart at me.

Blacksmith or no, I'm still man enough

to whip your pants.

You know, I think you are.

I'm also smart enough not to try.

So long, Quint.

So long, Mr. Jonas.

Papa.

Jenny Ann?

You grew.

Yes, Papa.

Oh, Papa,

I missed you so much.

How'd you get your dress tore?

Should've seen him when he come

- on us, Marshal. - He was a bad one. He was mean.

- He was tall, mean, young. - He was short, but he was...

Well, wait a minute now; you say he's short, you say he's tall.

Well, he weren't as big as you, Marshal.

Weren't no bigger than him.

He were, too.

He was a young buck with a chest that broad.

- Oh, now, you was asleep. - And you was scared.

Oh, you'd been scared, too, Marshal.

Them eyes of his, mean; they was mean.

- Make no mistake. - All right,

how old would you say he was?

Young, real young.

Young, black hair.

Black hair?

How in tarnation did you get that idea?

His hair was light, almost red.

And mean, real mean, Marshal.

Yep, a bad one.

Ripped the skirt clean off the girl.

Fair scared her half to death when he kissed her.

- What girl? - The one on the stage.

That's her, Marshal.

Oh, hello, Gant.

You know this girl?

My daughter.

Your daughter?

How do, Miss Parker?

How do you do?

You know, the stage was held up on the way in.

Yeah, she told me.

Miss, could you, uh...

could you possibly identify that gunman?

- I... - She don't know nothing about it.

She does, too, Marshal. That holdup man kissed her.

Did he kiss you, Jenny Ann?

Did you let an outlaw kiss you?

I didn't let him, Papa.

I couldn't stop him.

Miss, uh, might you describe this man for me?

- Well, I... - You want his description,

by Jude, you'll come out to the farm to get it.

It ain't right to put this girl through nothing more right now.

Get!

Jenny Ann.

I was just looking at the people, Papa.

Your dress.

Oh.

Hello.

Hi, Kitty.

Hey, do you know who that was?

That's Gant Parker's daughter, isn't it?

Yeah. I never even knew he had a daughter.

She must be about 29 now.

I believe she's been back east in a convent

for about the last 22 years, ever since her mother died.

As I understand it,

Gant didn't want her associating with the scum of the West.

Well, it sure beats me

how you women keep up with all this information.

Well, it sure beats me how you men can talk,

'cause all we have to do is listen.

Come on, I'll let you buy me a cup of coffee.

All right.

Did you ever know Gant Parker's wife?

No.

She was a beautiful woman.

From what I hear,

it almost killed Gant when she died.

He blamed himself for bringing her to this part of the country.

That's the reason he sent Jenny Ann

back east to the convent.

She's a pretty girl, isn't she?

She sure is.

You know, I... I feel kind of sorry for her

now that she's home again.

I don't know why, Kitty.

Gant makes a good living out on that ranch.

He'll give her everything she needs.

Well, clothes and food, yeah,

but that's not what I'm talking about.

You know, Gant's pretty set in his ways,

and she's still a youngster.

Well, he's a little headstrong, I'll have to admit that,

but he's still a good man, Kitty.

I think, once they get used to each other,

they'll get along fine.

Maybe.

A girl that age can be an awful handful

if you use too tight a rein.

Now, what are you talking about?

Uh, girls or colts?

Let's just forget about the Parkers.

It was coffee we were after, wasn't it, Marshal?

Okay, come on.

- Give me whiskey. - Be right with you.

I want it now.

I said I'll be right with you.

Give me that bottle.

Hold on there.

Put your gun away.

Who do you think you're talking to?

What's your name?

Jett. Willie Jett.

Make you feel any better, Marshal?

You just ride into Dodge?

That's right.

Where'd you ride in from?

From a tea party with a lady on a lace tablecloth.

Hold on a minute.

I'm not through talking to you.

What's your business in Dodge?

It's a pretty crummy town.

I been in better... lots of 'em.

I asked you a question.

I said, "What's your business in Dodge?"

I ain't made up my mind yet, Marshal.

You better make it up pretty fast,

and you better be pretty choosy about it when you do, boy.

Don't you call me "boy."

Think I'll go somewhere where the air's a little fresh.

Hey!

How about a drink?

No. No, thanks, Kitty.

You thinking maybe he's the one?

I don't know.

The description they had was pretty poor,

but, you know, this is just the kind of a brash kid

that'd be fool enough to try a holdup.

Well, maybe he's just flexing his muscles.

Maybe.

I got to keep an eye on him.

I'll take him out to Parker's tomorrow,

see if that girl can identify him.

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Oh, Papa, I'm so glad you're home.

I got your supper all ready, Papa.

I got fresh baked bread.

Doesn't that smell good?

And I got chicken. I simmered it all afternoon.

And dumplings...

What's this?

That's my petticoat, Pa.

I was just sewing some lace on it to cover where it tore.

If I ever lay eyes on him...

Papa, it's over.

Now, can't we forget it?

Where'd them come from?

Oh. Out beyond the back pasture.

I told you I didn't want you leaving the place.

I told you that.

I just went for a walk a little ways.

I wish I had a pretty dish to put them in.

When you go to town next,

couldn't I just ride along with you,

and maybe we could buy one?

Here.

Why, that's beautiful.

Yeah.

It was your ma's.

She was pretty once, too, when she was young.

The wind and the dust, having nothing...

You ain't growing old and ugly and dying off afore your time.

Well, uh, couldn't I just go to town with you once?

We could eat in a restaurant, maybe walk in a store.

We could...

You ain't rubbing shoulders with no riffraff.

- But I... - Not as long as I'm alive.

But, Papa, I...

- Why, it's... - Who?

The marshal.

Who's that with him?

You go on and get in the next room, Jenny Ann.

- Oh, Papa, couldn't I just...? - Get, I said!

- Oh, no, no. Now, please... - Go on.

- Hello, Gant. - Marshal.

No need for the rifle.

Maybe and maybe not.

We come in?

All right.

Let's go.

Is he the one?

Well, it's hard to say. I don't know yet.

He's a drifter. He just got into Dodge.

His name's Willie Jett.

If your daughter's here, I'd like to have her

take a look at him. Maybe she can identify him.

If he's the one touched my Jenny...

If your daughter's here, I suggest you bring her out.

Jenny Ann?

Yes, Papa?

Marshal here wants to ask you a question, Jenny Ann.

Yes, Papa.

This the man that held up the stagecoach, Jenny?

I've never seen him before, Marshal.

You're absolutely sure of that?

Yes, sir.

Huh. Thank you.

All right, Jenny Ann, go back in the room now.

Yes, Papa.

Sorry to have bothered you, Gant.

You got me out of a poker game for this?

Let's go.

Marshal.

We got, uh, supper laid out.

What I mean is, I'd be obliged if you'd stay.

Thanks, Gant, but some other time.

But, Marshal...

I'd be beholden to you.

The fact is, I got need for you.

Well, all right.

You go on back to town.

Try to stay out of trouble when you get there.

Now, how about some more of Jenny Ann's fresh baked bread?

No, I'm afraid I couldn't, Gant. Thank you.

You don't see many girls Jenny Ann's age

that can bake a batch of bread like that.

Well, that's the truth.

Jenny Ann, it was a real good supper.

Thank you.

Gant, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?

Yes, sir, ain't hardly a thing Jenny Ann can't cook.

But they taught her lots more than just farm chores

back at the convent.

Jenny Ann's educated, Marshal.

Now, say something in Latin for Marshal Dillon, Jenny Ann.

Papa...

The marshal would like to hear some Latin.

Wouldn't you, Mr. Dillon?

Well, not unless she wants to, Gant.

Oh, she wants to.

Uh...

Munda cor meum, ac labia mea.

Munda cor meum, ac labia mea...

omnipotens Deus,

quit labia Isaiae Prophetae calculo mundasti ignito.

Well, that's... that's, uh, fine, Jenny Ann.

How about some more coffee?

Thank you.

You know, not that Latin's useful,

but maybe a man's snowed in with his wife of a winter,

she might amuse him, well, talking Latin.

Well, yeah, I suppose she could.

What was it you wanted to talk to me about?

Of course, them sisters at the convent,

they taught her lots of things.

You show the marshal some of your embroidering, Jenny Ann.

Papa, the marshal...

That needle sewing you done.

Gant, I hope you're not leading up

to what I think you're leading up to.

Yes, I am, Marshal, leading straight to it.

The only sure way to protect her is to get her married off.

And there ain't a man around

make a better husband for her than you.

Gant...

Oh, yes.

Well, that's very nice, Jenny.

Now, what do you call this here stuff on the edge?

- Crochet. - Crochet.

She can do that, too.

Very nice.

Well, I've got to be getting back to town.

Now, I know what the marshal would like.

Some of them tomato preserves you put up yesterday.

Out in the storehouse.

Yes, as a matter of fact,

I would like a jar of those preserves

if it isn't too much trouble, Jenny Ann.

Oh, it's no bother.

Gant, you raised a real fine daughter there.

Now, why don't you take my advice

and let her marry who she wants to?

Well, there ain't nobody could protect her better than you.

There's more to it than just protecting her, you know?

Well, what's she to do, marry some dirt farmer like me

and end up in an early grave?

Or worse, tie up with one of them bad ones

like was here today?

I'm old enough to be the girl's father, Gant.

There ain't no better basis for marriage.

She needs somebody her own age.

I chose you 'cause you're

the most upstanding man in the territory.

There ain't no man more upstanding than you.

Well, thank you very much, Gant, but it just wouldn't work.

Don't you understand that?

I'm offering you my daughter.

You turning me down?

Yes, I'm turning you down.

Now, what's to become of her?

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

I'd like to be able to help you with that, but I can't.

I sure wish she could've identified that boy today.

I'm glad she didn't.

I wouldn't wanted the likes of him putting his hands on her.

If a bad one like him ever touched her,

by Jude, I'd kill him.

Jenny Ann?

Jenny Ann!

Them preserves.

Hello, Matt.

Quint.

Well, what brings you out in the night air?

I was just dogging around town, I saw your light on.

When did you get back?

Oh, about an hour ago. Want some coffee?

No, I was just going over to the Long Branch and have a beer.

Want to join me?

Well, maybe I will later after I finish these.

Did, uh... did the girl identify that Jett fella?

Nope, claimed she never saw him before.

Oh. Where do you look now?

I don't know. I'm still suspicious of that boy.

I'm going to finish looking through these just in case.

Yeah. Well, I'll, uh...

I'll see you over at the Long Branch later on.

All right, good.

You sure you've never heard of my pa?

He was an outlaw.

One of the meanest, scared of nothing, killed lots of men.

Once I seen him plug a fella right between the eyes.

Spun him around and knocked him right against the bar.

Hey.

You was with me, remember?

I'm with anybody who buys a drink.

Let go of me.

Well, I bought you a drink.

He pestering you?

He sure is.

You should move on, cowboy.

Now, just where do you want me to move?

Other side of the room.

Or better yet, out in the street.

Why, sure, I'll move.

Stop it! Let go of me.

You turn her loose

or I'll ram this right down your throat.

Are you threatening me, boy?

Don't you call me boy!

Drop the bottle, cowboy.

Drop it!

Now, get out of here.

Well, he's the one who ought to get.

Go on, get.

Now it's your turn to leave.

Why should I leave?

He's the one that started it.

He's right, Miss Kitty.

Probably just start another fight out in the streets, Sam.

All right, but you watch your manners while you're in here.

You better go take it easy for a while.

Thanks, Miss Kitty.

Can I buy you a drink, Miss Kitty?

No, thanks.

You're prettier than the one we was fighting for.

- It's still no. - You're still prettier

than she is, and I'd sure like to buy you that...

I'm busy.

How are you tonight, Quint?

Fine.

Always this quiet in here?

Well, except on Saturday nights, it's even quieter.

If I get somebody to wait on me, I'll, uh, buy you a drink.

I'll tell you what, I'll buy you one.

Well, what's the occasion?

Might stir up some excitement, me buying an Indian a drink.

You're bound to regret it.

Comanches can get real wild, you know.

Oh, I'll chance it.

What do you want?

I'll have a beer.

Sam, can we have a couple of beers?

Yes, ma'am.

That the boy that was, uh,

causing all the ruckus?

Mm-hmm, Willie Jett.

Yeah, Matt was telling me about him.

Thinks he's kind of a hard case, doesn't he?

Oh, he's not as tough as he tries to make out.

- There you are. - Thanks, Sam.

Well, here's to luck.

Na-own-nay.

Comanche?

It means, "Health, happiness

and death to enemy spirits."

Uh, nah...?

- Nah-own-nay. - Nah-own-nay.

I can't forget you saying you was too busy

to have a drink with me.

That's what I said.

And what kind of place you running here?

Kowtowing to a dirty half-breed.

You better get out of here.

Oh, you're giving orders, too, huh?

Well, that makes sense... You're two of a kind.

Half-breed and a cheap bar...

Uh-oh.

All right, now, get out of here while you still can.

I'm not wearing a gun.

And you better get one, mister.

Somebody get him a gun.

That's it. Get him.

Come on, one more.

What's going on?

Quint's just teaching the boy a lesson in manners.

Looks like he did a pretty good job.

Jett, you're through in Dodge.

You got till tomorrow morning to get out of town.

I'll, uh, say good night now, Miss Kitty.

Why don't you come on in and finish your beer?

No, I'm not thirsty anymore.

Sorry if I busted up your place.

It was worth it.

Good night, Matt.

Good night, Quint.

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Well, you shouldn't have come back.

I shouldn't do most of the things I do.

Why did you?

Don't you know?

You're gonna get in trouble.

Bad trouble.

That don't scare me none.

Why didn't you tell them it was me that held up the stage?

Well, I wasn't sure it was you...

You were sure.

Well, my papa would've killed you...

Now, that ain't the reason.

Why did you come back after the marshal told you to go...?

And kissed you?

Trust me, if my papa had seen you,

he would've killed you for sure.

Oh, for sure, if he'd known how much you liked it.

I... I brung you something.

Pink.

Well, ain't you never seen garters before?

Well, uh,

I wouldn't wear those things, uh...

The women who wear those are...

Well, why don't you try them on?

I wouldn't wear those...

- Oh, come on, please. - Hussy things!

You probably wouldn't look good in them anyway.

You're too scrawny.

I am not scrawny.

You get out of here.

Well, go on.

Get out.

Fine. I'll go.

- Good. - Who needs you?

Willie, please don't go.

Willie, why do you like to hurt people?

Why do you want me to stay?

It's lonesome here, Willie.

You got your pa.

Yeah.

Yeah, he's here.

I cook for him, and I sew for him,

and I clean for him, and then...

at nights, I listen to him snore.

I think the nights are the worst.

Aren't they?

I like the nights.

At least you got the stars.

I like the stars, too, Willie.

Only...

you can't see them from a convent window.

I do most of my talking to the stars.

You're not really bad, Willie.

Of course I'm bad.

My pa's bad. I'm gonna be worse.

Nope.

Well, what makes you think I ain't bad

when everybody else knows it?

Oh, Willie, Willie, why do you talk so mean

when... when you really aren't?

Because that's the way it is... That's the way it's got to be.

I come in here and I treat you decent, and what do you do?

You don't even act scared of me!

Now, you're here alone, and there ain't nothing

I couldn't do and not get away with it... you hear that?

Are you scared of me?

You better be scared of me.

I am scared of you, Willie.

I'm scared of the way you mix me up.

Mix you up?

What do you know about that?

I know.

I know how you feel, Willie.

How do you know how I feel?

Well, I got a pa, too.

Not like my pa!

Oh, Willie.

There's all kinds, but inside it's the same.

You know something?

Sometimes, when I was at the convent, I'd think,

"Today I'm gonna be mean.

"I'm just gonna be mean.

"Maybe they'll send me home, and maybe I'll see my papa,

maybe he'll talk to me."

Well, all that went away, that mean feeling.

And even if I was hateful...

You know, sometimes I wouldn't do my work

or I'd make a face...

Well, they wouldn't let me be bad.

Don't you see, Willie?

When people keep seeing good in you,

well, pretty soon it gets to be there.

What kind of preaching is this?

What do you think I am, a choir boy or something?

Just because your pa's bad, that don't mean you have to be...

Look, I'm going to make my pa's record look like nothing.

What hurts you so bad, Willie?

What makes you want to hurt back so bad?

Willie.

Oh, Willie, don't, please.

Willie!

Willie!

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Jenny Ann!

Papa...

Papa, it's... it's not what you think, Papa.

I mean, I only tried on the garter

because it was pretty, Papa.

Nothing happened.

You do believe me, don't you, Papa?

Papa, he just sat down in the kitchen,

and-and I gave him some coffee, and...

Oh, but he's not bad, he's really not bad.

He's-he's, uh...

scared and-and lonesome.

Like me, Papa.

Oh, Papa, please, let's go back to the house.

I'll stay on the farm, Papa.

I'll never ask to go to town.

I'll never ask to see any...

Papa, I'll do anything you say.

Oh, Papa... Papa, please.

Don't hurt him, Papa.

Talk to me.

Papa, please, talk to me.

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Matt? Matt?

Oh, hello, Kitty.

Oh.

Are you of a mind to take a poor working girl to breakfast?

Breakfast?

Why, it's almost noon.

I had mine hours ago.

Don't lecture me.

Oh, I wouldn't think of that.

And don't try to put me off with coffee,

because I'm starved.

Well, all right, I'll go along with you.

I got to make a little stop first.

I guess you wouldn't mind, would you?

Uh-uh. I guess I can hold off that long.

Where are we going?

Well, I got to stop at the telegraph office.

I sent off a few wires yesterday about Jett.

I should have some answers by now.

Let's go.

Whoa.

Papa, let's go home, please.

You wait here.

Oh, hello, Gant.

Marshal.

Jenny.

Marshal...

Yes?

Nothing.

Is something wrong, Jenny?

No.

No.

Morning, Miss Kitty.

- Good morning. - Marshal.

Hi. You got any answers to those telegrams

I sent yesterday, George?

Sure have, Marshal.

Oh, thank you.

Howdy.

Willie...

Willie, you got to be careful.

My papa's looking for you.

Well, let him look.

No, Willie, you don't understand...

Hey, uh, you wearing my garters?

Willie, please.

Go away. Just go away.

Willie, he saw you leave the farm.

He saw... the garters, Willie.

I... I was putting them on,

and he came in and he saw.

You was?

Willie, he's going to kill you for sure.

He's over at the hotel right now, looking for you.

Are you telling me it matters what happens to me?

I don't want anybody getting hurt, Willie.

You don't want him hurt, or you don't want me hurt?

Boy have a record?

No, but he sure was right about his pa being a bad one.

They hanged him.

Willie Jett...

I'm counting to ten.

Your hard luck, you do.

Better draw.

Papa, no!

One.

Two.

Look, mister, I got no fight with you.

Three.

No, please, mister, I don't want to have to kill you.

Don't make me do it.

Four.

Five.

Wait. Mister, please.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Mister, please, I-I don't want to kill you.

Nine.

- Papa, no! - Ten!

Papa!

He was gunned right down by that kid,

right in front of me.

- Somebody call the doctor. - Papa?

Papa?

I lied, Marshal.

He was the one who held up the stage.

Now he's... killed my papa.

Where'd he go?

He ran that way, towards the blacksmith shop.

Matt, it wasn't his fault. Now, I saw it.

The boy didn't want to shoot.

He begged Parker not to make him draw.

It wasn't his fault, now.

All right.

Jett, come on out of there.

You take one more step,

and I'll blow your head off, Marshal.

I already killed me one man, I might as well kill another.

All you're guilty of so far is holding up a stagecoach.

Who'd believe that? The whole town says I'm bad.

I'm warning you, stand back!

Now, Jett, I got a witness out there.

He saw the whole thing,

and he claims it wasn't your fault.

Now, be smart and give yourself up.

You may stand trial,

and you may even have to serve a term in prison.

But you kill me, you'll hang.

That what you want?

Wind up on the end of a rope just like your pa did?

Is it?

No.

Then come on out of there.

I don't know how you found out...

but it's true.

It's true, I found him hanging from a tree

where they'd left him.

I cut him down.

I tried to keep him from falling, but I couldn't.

You don't have to tell me about it, Jett.

Yes, I do, Marshal.

I got to tell somebody.

He fell like a sack of meal.

He wasn't big anymore...

and he wasn't tough.

He was just alone.

Come on.

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I didn't want to kill him.

I never wanted to kill nobody.

All I wanted...

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