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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Marshal Dillon!

O'Ryan.

Ah, and a good morning to you, Marshal.

You get down, I'll be making you some coffee.

Oh, no, thanks. I'm heading for Jake Wirth's.

You look like you're about to leave anyway.

I'm going to take a morning look at me property.

Well, how's your friend?

Now, who might that be?

Well, that neighbor of yours.

If you're talking about Tim Finnegan, Marshal,

he is no friend of mine, as you very well know,

so I wouldn't be knowing how he is.

I thought you two would've had that feud patched up by now.

Well, that's not likely, Marshal,

as long as the man lives in the same county

or in the same country

for that matter.

Well, I guess there's no harm in a friendly little feud

as long as you don't let it get out of hand.

A friendly feud, is it? There's nothing friendly

about Tim Finnegan. You know that.

Well, there was before you two had that fool argument.

Now, O'Ryan, why don't you take my advice

and go on over there and patch things up

before they get out of hand?

It was a very nice morning up until a few minutes ago.

Now, good day to you, Marshal.

So long.

♪ I'll take you home again, Kathleen ♪

♪ Across the ocean ♪

♪ Wild and wide. ♪

Stay where you are, Finnegan.

Blast you for a murdering sneak, O'Ryan.

If it was murder I had in mind,

you don't suppose that you'd still be standing there,

do you, Finnegan?

And as far as being a sneak goes,

you've got the handle on the wrong pot.

You're on my land.

You're building yourself a fence.

Your land? You liar!

Finnegan, I'm not going to argue with you again,

and if I ever catch you trespassing

ever again on my land...

That goes double with me, and you can be assured

I won't be wasting any bullets on your hat.

Now I'm going to tell you something, Finnegan.

I'm going to tell it to you for the last time.

There is where your land ends,

and if you weren't such an ignoramus of a greenhorn,

it wouldn't be necessary for me to keep reminding you of it.

Ah-ah, stay there, Finnegan.

What do you think you're doing?

What I do on my own property is my own affair, Finnegan.

Don't you tempt me, Finnegan!

I'll kill him!

As sure as my name's Finnegan, I'll kill him!

Finnegan and O'Ryan,

they filed a claim on the whole piece together.

It was a joint tenancy deed.

Then one of them discovered a deposit

of rock salt in the hill.

Yeah.

But everything seemed fine.

The future seemed assured.

Then, about, uh, oh, about seven weeks ago,

they notified me over at the land office

that they wanted to split the property 50-50,

the western portion to Finnegan, and the east to O'Ryan.

- And that's a matter of record? - Oh, yeah.

You find out what made 'em split up?

Oh, it was something about a girl in Ireland.

Finnegan's girl.

Oh?

Yeah, he and O'Ryan come from the same town in Ireland.

They were friends since they were kids

until O'Ryan started making these insinuations

about the girl.

And that is when the trouble started

over the dividing line.

Well, couldn't they settle it legally?

Well, sure.

But I guess maybe they thought perhaps,

if they had a legal settlement,

one of them might be kept away from the salt.

The point is,

if one of them suddenly died...

Well, since there are no heirs,

anyone could file a claim on one half of the property...

That is, the half belonging to the fellow who was dead.

And with it, half the mine.

I don't see why we're getting all worked up about a salt mine.

I don't hanker to spend my day swinging a pick and shovel.

And I don't figure you're looking for any calluses either.

Any idea what salt in the rough is going for today?

Better than a dollar a bushel.

And one man can take out a couple of wagonloads a day

for a hundred years from the look of the mine.

What do you think you could sell a thing like that for?

Uh, Mr. Bealton, I think perhaps you should sign this now

so that I can have it ready to date it and witness and all

as soon as something comes up upon which to file a claim.

Nothing in writing until afterwards.

If somebody got his hands on that ahead of time,

he'd have something against me, wouldn't he?

Oh, ja, ja, ja.

Yeah, I guess you're right about that.

And what-what, uh,

what I was thinking about was, uh,

my part in this.

Well, you're protected.

No way anybody will be able to prove anything against you.

No, no, I meant about my-my cut.

Your five percent is not...

It's very generous.

What are you bellyaching about?

Five percent of this deal could be a lot of money.

Calm down.

These walls are thin.

Hello, Finnegan.

Hello, Quint.

There's a sign on Moss Grimmick's stable

which says "closed" to see you here at the blacksmith shop.

That's right; he went up to Larned for a few days.

What can I do for you?

Well, my horse is hungry and thirsty.

- Can you see to him? - Sure.

That's his horse, ain't it?

Whose?

Sean O'Ryan's.

Yeah.

He have his rifle with him?

Well, I don't know.

I didn't really, really notice.

I, uh, I guess he did.

Good.

I don't yearn to hang for killing an unarmed man.

Now, when you're good and ready,

you can reach for your rifle, O'Ryan.

I appreciate you're slow of wit, so I'll give you a moment

to let it sink into your thick skull.

I'm going to kill you, O'Ryan.

Sam, you better move.

Tim!

You better stand out of the line of fire, Miss Kitty.

That harebrained Irishman there, he's got the nerves of a woman.

He's as liable to hit you by accident as not.

I'm waiting.

Drop the rifles, both of you.

Pick 'em up, Sam.

I thought Matt warned you two last week

to leave your fight at home or else stay out of Dodge.

I have no fight with anyone in Dodge, Miss Kitty.

Just as long as that one's somewhere else.

Well, you listen to me.

If either one of you bring a rifle in here again,

I'm gonna have Matt put the both of you in jail.

What do you want me to do with these rifles, Miss Kitty?

Just lock 'em up behind the bar, Sam.

I'll let Matt decide when you can have them back.

Now, if you think you can behave yourselves,

you can do your drinking in here.

If not, you're gonna have to get on out.

Yes, ma'am.

- Can I have a bottle, Sam? - You bet.

Whiskey, Sam.

You know, I've come to the conclusion

that this town don't need a marshal anymore.

Well, I can handle it in here sometimes,

but I couldn't handle the whole town.

Sure handled that all right.

You know, those two young roosters

sure have a habit of causing trouble

wherever they light, don't they?

They're really pretty nice fellas.

When they're apart, you mean.

When they start shooting at each other, though, Kitty,

you know, a bullet don't stop and ask who pulled the trigger.

It's pretty dangerous.

Well, they've had a hundred opportunities

to kill each other if they really wanted to.

A barking dog doesn't bite.

Well, are you trying to tell me

that they're not serious about hating each other?

Oh, well, they think they are.

It's the same thing, ain't it?

Maybe.

Anyhow, I don't think

there's gonna be any more trouble tonight.

Well, maybe not, as long as they're not armed.

You better leave now, Harris.

Yeah, yeah.

I think perhaps it would be just as well

if we weren't seen too much in each other's company.

What's everybody looking at me for?

We didn't know it was you.

I was just over to the Long Branch saloon.

Them bums were over there together.

Oh, dear, have they made up?

Oh, no, they almost killed each other,

but Miss Kitty stopped them with a shotgun.

They're still there, getting drunker by the minute.

Is the marshal there?

No, I heard he's out of town.

Good, then maybe this will be our night.

Let's get over there. You coming with us, Harris?

No, I think I'd better get back to my place.

It is long past my bedtime.

How can you possibly think of sleep

with a plan like this coming up?

Well, I may drop by a little later on,

but I don't think I should go with you.

He's right.

- ♪ - 'Cross the ocean wild and wide ♪

♪ To where your heart ♪

♪ Has ever been. ♪

Peaceful enough now, ain't they?

Harmless as kittens.

Yeah, you see, sometimes alcohol brings out

the best there is in a man.

Somehow, anymore it just makes me sleepy.

I think I'll go to bed.

Well, I got some work to do in the office.

I'll see you tomorrow, Doc.

- Good night, Kitty. - Good night.

Bottle, barkeep?

Do you know that a man gets very lonely after working all day

in a hole in the ground when all the company he's got at night

is a plate of cold beans and the distant wailing of the coyotes?

You ought to get to town more often, Mr. O'Ryan.

It's Sean to you, little darling, Sean,

and I've made up my mind to do just that.

Hey, bartender!

Never mind, barkeep.

Unless you've got some objections, Mr. O'Ryan,

I'd like to buy your next bottle

for you and the young lady.

Well...

Why would you be doing that, mister?

Just being friendly. I overheard what you said

about spending your days and nights alone.

But I can assure you that wasn't meant for your ears, sir

No, but, you know, it doesn't make too much sense,

two old friends like you and Tim Finnegan feuding, does it?

Well, I don't see that that concerns you at all.

Well, I suppose it doesn't really,

but I know you two settled that place together.

A terrible mistake.

It was very stupid of me to think that I could work it out.

You go along, you think you know a man, and, and then...

It's not the first time a woman's come between friends.

Come between...?

Man, you don't think that, that I was gone on that biddy?

Why, I wouldn't have her

if they threw in the whole of County Cork for a dowry.

I was just trying to keep the man

from making a worldwide fool of himself.

Well, it doesn't seem to me

to be anything that couldn't be straightened out

with a little calm reasoning.

No. No, even if it could, you'd better forget it, mister.

Just the same...

- I'd like to try. - Mm.

♪ You home again, Kathleen ♪

♪ Across the ocean wild and wide... ♪

Mind a little company, Mr. Finnegan?

My name's Clay Bealton. All right if I sit down?

You Irish certainly know how to put a tune together.

And women, too.

"Colleens," isn't that what you call them?

Blue eyes, black hair,

and a way of talking that's practically like... like music.

I guess that'd be a pretty good description

of your friend Kathleen, hmm?

You were just sitting with that O'Ryan, weren't you?

Well, he and I were...

What did the foul-mouthed liar say?

Now simmer down, Mr. Finnegan.

I'm sure he only had your best interest at heart.

I'm asking you what the backstabbing toad said

about my Kathleen.

Well, he, he only said

that he knew the girl before you did,

and that she wasn't exactly the sort of girl

a fella would want to marry.

On your feet, Judas.

♪♪

Ha! Not another step, Finnegan!

Ah, you're flying your true colors at last, O'Ryan!

Finnegan, protect yourself.

Drop it, Finnegan!

The only thing I intend to drop is you, O'Ryan!

Prepare...

He's shot!

See if he's dead.

What happened?

Finnegan and O'Ryan again. It was an accident.

It was a hair trigger. It just went off.

That's Elton Harris.

Some of you men get him to Doc's right away.

All right, Finnegan, O'Ryan, this time you're going to jail.

Now get going!

Let's see. Four tables and three chairs

and 34 bottles of whiskey. $224 ought to cover it, Matt.

That's twice what they did last time.

- Oh, hello, Doc. - Doc.

Coffee free around here this morning?

- Help yourself. - Thank you.

Say, how's Elton Harris, Doc?

Oh, he's all right. A little shoulder wound.

Nothing serious.

You know, the sight of his own blood did him more harm

than the bullet did.

Say, he made a point of this,

and I think it's kind of strange.

He wanted me to be sure and tell you

that he wasn't gonna prefer any charges against Finnegan.

He said it was all his fault.

He had no business roaming around that time of night.

Now, that's kind of funny, I think.

- Yeah. - He's a funny little man.

Well, maybe he just didn't want to cause anybody any trouble.

I suppose not.

Well, those two ought to be punished anyhow.

Well, they will be, Kitty.

By golly, they sure wrecked your place again, didn't they?

$224 worth.

Well, I guess they figure they can afford it.

Well, that's not the point, Doc.

Kitty doesn't want to have her place busted up every time

those two come to town.

That's a fact, ain't it?

Well, don't know what you could do about that.

Well, I don't know.

Thought maybe I'd talk to Judge Brooking about it.

He's coming to town tonight.

Of course, once it gets into court, it's out of my hands.

You know, those two aren't really criminals.

If I turn it over to a judge like that,

he's liable to hand down a pretty harsh decision.

Well, I-I guess you maybe just ought to talk to the judge

and-and fill him in on the whole thing, then.

Well, that's exactly what I'm gonna do.

- Would you warm that up for me? - Sure.

Very nice to have made your acquaintance, Your Honor.

You don't think it was nice

that he made your acquaintance, do you, Finnegan?

Why don't you learn to keep your mouth shut?!

Well, they both seem like nice fellows, Matt.

They are, Judge, but it's just like I was saying.

Yeah, this feud of theirs, huh?

I haven't been able to do a thing about it.

Yeah. Say, Matt, how would you like

to walk down to the Dodge House with me?

It's been a long, hard day, you know.

Fine, Judge.

Oh, thanks.

You know, just what is it, seems to be troubling you, Matt?

Well, for one thing, Judge, it's this mine.

That mine means a lot to a lot of people.

For another thing,

you don't know either of these two fellas very well.

Now, ordinarily that wouldn't make much difference,

but, well, if I do decide to bring 'em to trial,

it's, well, it's just not

an ordinary cut-and-dried legal case.

Well, wherever people are involved, it usually isn't.

What I mean is, I'm not sure that bringing 'em to trial

is the right way to handle it.

Matt, are you asking me to prejudge them for you?

No, I'm not.

Well, now, this may help you make up your mind.

Based on what I've learned so far,

this is a problem of prevention rather than punishment.

Now, that's my studied opinion as of right now.

However, I reserve the right to change that opinion

if there's any testimony

at the trial that might point otherwise.

Well, good night, Matt.

Judge.

Yeah?

All right, I'll have Finnegan and O'Ryan over

in your court tomorrow.

Thanks very much, Matt.

- Good night. - Good night.

There isn't any doubt

but what Sean O'Ryan and Timothy Finnegan are a threat

to the peace and the quiet of this community.

Marshal, you have testified that fines levied against these men,

even short jail sentences, have had virtually no effect

in preventing continual and dangerous repetition

of their offenses against this community.

Therefore, we must find a harsher remedy.

Now would you two men step before the bench, please?

I'm gonna read this to you:

"Damage to the Long Branch saloon... $224,

"reimbursement to Elton Harris for temporary disability

"and inconvenience... $250.

"Now this court fines you in addition $200

"for disturbing the peace.

"Before you are released from custody,

"you will pay to this court the total amount of $564

for fines and damages."

This court has not concluded its remarks.

Now, you men, upon payment of this amount

in fines and damages,

you are free to go.

However, I'm going to warn you

that for your own sakes and for the sakes

of the people in this community,

I'm going to hold you responsible

for the lives of one another.

Now, I'm going to explain that.

It is the verdict of this court

that if either you, Sean O'Ryan

or Timothy Finnegan,

are found dead under suspicious circumstances

and there's no third party involved in the case,

then the survivor is going to be taken out

and hanged for murder without trial.

This has in effect been your trial for murder

before the fact.

Since you're sworn enemies and since you reside

in a place remote from this community,

this court has taken

the only effective course open to it.

This court is adjourned.

Ah, Marshal.

Well, good-bye now... I'd say it was a bit of an expensive visit

for me this time, wasn't it?

You headed for home?

Aye, back to the salt mines.

Well, all right, you be careful now.

Who, me, Marshal?

But I don't have a worry in the world.

The judge has given me a nursemaid, remember?

What do I owe you, Quint?

Well, let's see, uh,

three days board and lodging, uh, new shoe.

That'll be, uh, three dollars.

He's gone.

O'Ryan?

He left about, um, three hours ago.

Good, then it's not likely I'll overtake him.

You two, uh, through fighting now?

As long as he has the brains to keep his ugly countenance

out of my sight.

Well, you better not go battling with him anymore.

Well, that depends on Mr. Sean O'Ryan.

I heard what Judge Brooking said.

I heard, too... Good day to you, Quint.

Well, all ready to leave, Matt.

Aw, well, fine, Judge.

Hey, you're still worried about that verdict

I handed down in court today, aren't you?

Well, you know a lot more about the law than I do,

but a verdict before the crime is illegal, isn't it?

- Oh, no, no, it isn't. - Well, then...

Well, you know, the highest purpose of man-made law

is the prevention of crime.

If the law were only used for punishment,

that would demean it.

Well, sure, Judge, but what if your verdict can't be enforced?

Well, we know that.

I never intended that it should be.

My only hope is that the threat of its enforcement will cause

O'Ryan and Finnegan to think twice before they commit

some act that may end in disaster.

Well, I hope you're right, unless they let their

Irish tempers get the better of 'em and one of 'em's killed.

Oh, well, I certainly hope that doesn't happen.

Well, if it should, you know where to get in touch with me.

All right.

Well, see you in about seven weeks, Judge?

Yes, in six or seven weeks, I guess, Matt.

I'll drop you a note and let you know just when.

Fine.

Oh, say, Matt, you know, it might not be a bad idea...

Uh, that is, if you got the time...

To ride out and look in on O'Ryan and Finnegan,

you know, just to see how they're getting along.

Yeah, I think you've been a little bit worried

about 'em just like I have.

- Well... - I was planning on doing that.

Thank good... good-bye, Matt.

O'Ryan's horse... What sort of trick is this?

Help!

Help... get help!

Help!

Is someone up there? Help!

I'm down here!

Help... here I am!

Oh, it's you, is it, Finnegan?

Well, when you're through enjoying yourself,

would it be asking you too much to throw me down a rope?

Oh, what a perfectly lovely sight.

You can't get out at all, can you?

What did you want to get down there for anyways?

That's a very stupid question even for you, Finnegan.

Well, then, top of the morning

to you, Mr. O'Ryan.

Finnegan.

Finnegan, you come back here.

There may not be anybody here for weeks, Finnegan.

I get a hold of you, I'm gonna cut you into little pieces.

Finnegan.

You filthy beast, Finnegan.

Oh, you better run, man.

Those compliments couldn't be meant for your rescuer,

could they, O'Ryan?

I wouldn't want you to be arriving

at any false conclusions.

I only just come back because I recollected

the judge's words about being hung

if they ever found what the vultures would leave of you.

Now grab a proper hold now.

Come in.

Oh, sit down, Harris.

Oh, thank you.

Wills told me you wanted me to bring

along the land claim paper.

That's right... you got it?

Yeah, but you said the other day

that you didn't want to sign it until...

well, until afterwards.

- Well, I changed my mind. - Why?

Because things are going to be moving very fast now,

and we want to be ready to move when they do.

Well, all right, like I said, it is better this way.

By the way, that was pretty smart of you

not to prefer charges against Finnegan.

I usually manage to keep my wits no matter what.

How's the shoulder?

Very well, thank you.

Just sign right here.

Now, you witness it with your signature.

Oh, well, I can do that later when I, when I put in the date.

Date it "tomorrow."

But there's no need to do that now.

In any case, how do you know it will be

a valid land claim tomorrow?

I tell you, it is much smarter to wait.

We're going to be riding out first thing tomorrow morning.

By tomorrow afternoon both sections of that land

are going to be up for grabs, and we're going to have

first claim on both.

Both?

Naturally.

Judge Brooking fixed that for us.

If one of 'em gets killed, the other one's hanged, right?

I see.

Sign.

Well, it will be right here in my pocket,

- and as soon as I hear... - Uh-uh.

It's gonna be in my pocket... That way nothing can go wrong.

That way you can't suddenly get cold feet.

Or decide to do business with someone else.

Why should I want to do a thing like that?

Well, you won't want to... You won't be able to

because you're gonna sign it right now.

Sign the paper, Harris.

Excuse me.

I'll see that he gets it.

- Morning, Doc. - Well, how are you?

- I thought you'd had breakfast. - Well, I did.

I saw you here, I thought I'd come in and let you buy me

a cup of coffee if you can afford it.

I think I can manage that all right.

Ed, bring the marshal a cup of coffee.

Besides, I, uh, kind of wanted to talk to you anyway.

Is that so... what about?

You know, I think you've been looking

a little peaked lately, Doc.

- Peaked? - Yeah.

I think you need a little fresh air and exercise maybe.

Exercise?

Yeah, well, it's good for what ails you, isn't it?

Well, yeah, except nothing ails me.

Well, it isn't good for a man that just lays around town

all the time... it's just not a healthy way of life.

All right, what is it? What are you up to?

Well, I'm not up to anything.

I was gonna ride out and see those Irishmen.

I got a letter for Finnegan.

Thought maybe it'd do you some good to come out along with me,

get some exercise.

Exercise... four or five hours on horseback.

What's the matter with you?

- Not me. - Well, we can take it gradual.

Besides, they tell me that the, uh,

trout are biting over at Elm Creek way.

We could camp overnight there maybe.

No.

Well, Doc, the way you cook up a mess of trout,

might be a mighty good way to spend some time.

Yeah, I'm wise to you... Now, flattering me

about my cooking's not gonna get anywhere.

I'm... I'm not gonna go flapping around any hills

with you on horseback.

Well, I suppose you're right.

I guess a man's smart if he knows when he's too old

to go out and enjoy those things.

You, uh, you having a little trouble there, Doc?

Really? What?

Well, you kind of act like you got saddle sores.

Oh, no, of course not, I'm...

Never been more comfortable... How much further is it anyway?

Oh, it's a few more miles.

Well, that's what you said this morning.

We've been on these horses a half a day.

Listen, you get up there and catch that first trout,

you'll forget all about those saddle sores.

I don't believe there's any trout.

I'm never gonna let you trick me like this again.

♪♪

♪ I'll take you home again, Kathleen. ♪

Who's there?

Don't shoot, Finnegan! It's me!

All right, it's you.

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

Finnegan, you don't think I have anything to do

with those men out there?

Now, who else would be hiring an army

to take potshots at me?

What do you mean, an army?

There's only three men.

You sure you don't know anything about it?

Well, if they ain't your friends, I don't.

Are you satisfied now, Finnegan?

Well, who are they, then?

How would I know?

And what's it to you

if I get my head blown off?

Have you forgotten what the judge has said, Finnegan?

Because if anything should happen

to that scrawny neck of yours,

it's mine that's going to be stretched on the gallows.

Well, I knew there was some sort of self-interest involved.

Well, you don't think for a minute

I'm going to make a target out of me self for love,

do you, Finnegan?

I suppose you know we're trapped in here

like a couple of rats in a dead-end alley.

How much ammunition did you bring?

What's in my rifle.

Oh, that was clever of you.

Finnegan, I heard the shots, I came a-running.

How was I to know you'd pulled a gaff

and got yourself in a hole here?

Well, there's no point

in accusing each other of stupidity.

Our problem right now is to

figure a way to save our skins.

Well, Finnegan, if we can hold out until the dark comes,

we might be able to make a break for it.

If we can.

With the few shots we have left between us.

Well, I tell you, we won't do any shooting

until one of them shows himself right in the entrance.

Well, all we have to do is wait.

Sooner or later, they got to come out.

If they hold out till dark, we might have trouble.

Well, they can't have very much ammunition.

We'll have to see if we can make 'em use it up.

You two start closing in from the sides.

I'll keep them busy from here.

They're coming! Get back!

That was stupid of me, Finnegan.

I wasted two shots.

From now on, we fire only one shot at a time.

The next one's mine.

I've only got two left.

One.

Finnegan, you don't think we should make a break for it?

We wouldn't get ten feet.

I'm all for staying here

and fighting 'em with sticks and stones

or whatever we can get our hands on.

All right.

Sean, duck!

Ha, Finnegan, you got him!

One down!

Finnegan, I'm out of bullets now.

So am I.

It's in my arm.

All right, get back to the horses.

We'll take care of them.

Go on. Hurry!

That's O'Ryan's place there.

That's too bad,

I was just beginning to enjoy the ride.

That's a keg of powder, Finnegan!

What's going on in your evil mind now?

I expect our friends outside to be ready to rush us.

They must have figured out by now

we're out of ammunition.

So?

Maybe this'll work.

We hide here, and they come rushing in.

And when they go by us...

It's a grenade, Finnegan!

You're a genius, me boy!

A mighty big grenade, if it works.

They haven't fired a shot in 20 minutes, Bealton.

Don't you think we could go in now?

Maybe.

But we'll take it slow and sure.

We'll go in now together.

They're coming.

Put out the candle.

Get ready to light it.

What are you doing?

I've dropped me matches.

Ah, here's one.

Run!

Let's go.

What was that?

A sort of a grenade, Marshal.

Grenade? What are you talking about?

Well, we had a bit of a war this afternoon, Marshal.

Who-Who's he? Who's that fella?

Ain't you the doc from Dodge City?

Yes...

Would you help me get the bullet out of this arm?

I certainly will.

That's one of the enemy there, Marshal.

What's left of the other two are up there in the mine.

Here, here.

Wasn't a very pretty sight back at the mine, was it, Marshal?

No. Now, you fellas will have to take care of

burying those two around here somewhere.

We'll do that, Marshal.

Oh, did you find out who they are?

I sure did. And I found out

what they were doing out here, too.

One of them had this claim on him.

It's for this land, all of it.

For this land?

Yours and Tim's.

And it's dated today.

You mean they had it in mind to kill us and to take our land?

Well, either that, or maybe just murder one of you

and figure that the other one would hang for it.

Marshal, that's right.

Anyone could do that, couldn't he?

They sure could.

Of course, I, uh... I know a way that you two could fix it

so nobody'd want to try that again.

Just put your land together.

Now, that wouldn't make it very profitable

for anybody to try, would it?

Well, no... I suppose not.

Um, Marshal... how would we go about that?

Assuming that we wanted to do it, of course.

Well, it'd be real easy.

All you have to do is go down to the land office

and sign a paper.

Of course, you'd have to wait a few days

till they get a new clerk down there.

This Elton Harris is gonna spend a long time in jail.

Harris?

That fellow I shot by mistake?

Well, according to this thing, he was in on the whole scheme.

He...

Well, the saints preserve us!

Oh, uh...

thanks for the use of the water and the towel, O'Ryan.

Don't mention it, Finnegan.

Well, I guess Doc ought to have that fella patched up by now.

Well, I got him all ready to go, Matt.

But he's kind of weak.

We're gonna have to take it easy.

Oh, well, I guess you won't miss your fishing trip, then.

I haven't been counting on going fishing for quite a while now.

I want to get him into Dodge before dark, let's go.

Come on, get on your horse.

Oh, say, Tim...

I almost forgot.

I got a letter for you.

A letter?

From Ireland.

Thanks, Marshal.

Good luck, fellas.

Oh, good-bye, Marshal.

- Sean. - Hmm?

It's from my mother.

Take a look at that last part.

"I've a bit of news about your little friend Kathleen.

"Last Sunday, at the grand church

"on Swarthdon Street in town, she was...

she was married to Squire Mulvaney."

To Mulvaney?

Why, the man is three times her age!

At least.

But he's as rich as Croesus.

And he's sick.

He probably doesn't have much time left at all.

Oh, she knows what she's doing, that "sweet Kathleen."

Ah, Finnegan, I'm sorry, truly I am.

Sorry? Ah!

It only goes to prove

what you been saying about her all along.

To tell the whole truth,

I suspected something like this

was brewing for quite a while.

That's why I always got so angry with you

when you went on about her.

I didn't like the sound of the truth.

Well...

we'd better get to cleaning up our mine.

"Our mine," is it, Finnegan?

Tim, old boy,

I think we'd better be doing just that.

- ♪ I'll take ♪ - Yeah.

♪ You home again, Kathleen ♪

♪ Across the ocean wild and wide ♪

♪ To where your heart has ever been ♪

♪ Since first you were my bonny bride. ♪