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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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Too bad.

Too bad, Quint.

He's got you now.

Give a beer, Dan.

Oh, wait a minute.

Well, that's it for sure.

Too bad, Quint.

Well, you can't win them all, Dan.

- Another game? - No, no thanks, Quint.

How about a beer?

Well, I'll let you win more often.

- Marshal. - Hello, Beal.

Uh, give 'em beers. I'll pay for it.

Oh, that's all right.

No, no, I-I want to.

I want to talk to you anyway.

Well, you know Quint Asper, here, don't you?

Oh, sure. Howdy.

Hello, Beal.

I understand you're working out at the Meeker place now.

Well, that was three weeks ago.

I-I had another job since then.

Well, where you working now?

I'm not.

Uh, that's what I want to talk to you about, Marshal.

See, I got a good chance for a very good job,

but I need your help.

What kind of a job?

Town marshal.

Town marshal? Where?

Over at Coyote Flats.

They need a town marshal over there real bad,

but I don't have the experience I need for them to hire me,

so that's where I thought maybe you could help me.

How's that?

I was wondering if you could take me on as your deputy here.

Well, I don't need a deputy, Beal.

Well-well, you wouldn't have to pay me or anything.

Just let me work with you, and I get the experience I need.

Well, what makes you think

this is the right kind of work for you?

I know it is.

I've given it a lot of thought.

It's the only way I can be somebody.

Well, what do you mean?

You think you're gonna get a reputation with it or something?

Well, man's got to have a reputation to be a town marshal.

Well, I, uh... I got to get on back to shop.

- Thanks for the beer. - Sure.

- See you tomorrow, Quint. - All right, Dan.

- Bye. - So long, Quint.

See, the way-way I see it, Marshal, uh,

a man has to get a reputation with a gun.

He... to be somebody, uh, like you.

Well, Beal, let me tell you something.

You don't get a marshal's job to make yourself a reputation.

You do it to keep the law.

You just hope you can do a halfway decent job of it.

The way I figure it, everybody looks up to you

because you've beat every man that ever faced you.

That's all it takes.

People are scared of you.

Yeah, that's not much to recommend the job, is it?

I-I've been good with a gun all my life.

And if I'm gonna be somebody, I...

I got to get a reputation with a gun.

It's not that I got an urge to kill anybody, but...

if that's what it takes...

You've got a strange way of looking at things, Beal.

I-I've got it figured that way.

Now, you gonna help me, or not?

I mean... simple as that.

Well, I'm not gonna help get you a legal right

to kill somebody, if that's what you mean.

Now, look, why don't you take my advice?

Forget about this marshal business

and go on back to cowboying.

That's one thing I'll never do.

Well... in that case, you better let me pay for these beers.

You're gonna need your money.

So long, Dan.

So long.

- Hello, Doc. - Hello, Matt. How are you?

What are you doing now?

Waiting for somebody to come in sick on a stage?

No, I...

sort of thought I'd protect the people of Dodge,

and kind of meet the stage and warn them

if any outlaws arrived.

Ah, well, I'm sure they'd appreciate that.

Well, I figure somebody ought to do it

while the law fools around in the pool hall.

Well, at least they know where I am.

I thought you were supposed to be out at the Allgoods.

Well, I'm going out there later.

And I think I got some serum coming in on the stage,

and when I go out there, I might as well vaccinate them

at the same time, don't you figure?

- Howdy, Marshal, Doc Adams. - Well, hello, Cloudy.

- Cloudy, how are you? - You hear it coming? -What's that?

You put your ear down to the ground, you'll hear it coming.

- Oh, you mean the stage? - Yes, sir.

- Put your ear down. - Cloudy?

Don't have to. There it is.

It's right on time, ain't it?

By golly, it is at that.

Whoa!

- Hello, Doc. Matt. - Chick, how are you?

Well, Doc, this is for you.

They said to handle it with care.

Thanks. How was the trip?

Hot. Got a celebrity with me.

- Celebrity? - Jack Dakota.

Matt?

Matt Dillon, what an honor to have you meet me.

- Hi, Jack. - How did you know I was coming?

- Well, I didn't. - Good to see you, Matt.

Well, good to see you, Jack.

This is Dr. Adams, Jack Dakota, Doc.

- Hi. - Doctor.

What brings you to Dodge?

Well, my show closed and, uh,

I figured I'd come down here for a few days rest.

Show? You got a show?

A kind of a Wild West show.

Well, you're not figuring on bringing it to Dodge, are you?

No, I've decided to close it... indefinitely.

Maybe for good.

Matt, they tell me the Dodge House is the best hotel in town.

It's the only hotel.

Well, then I don't have much choice, do I?

Afraid not.

- Your bags, Mr. Dakota. - Thank you.

Now, Jack, my office is just down the street.

If there's anything I can do for you, let me know.

I'll do that, Matt. I surely will.

Can I tote your bags, Mr. Dakota?

- Well, what's your name? - My name's Cloudy, sir.

Well, I'd be pleased to have you help me, Cloudy.

Yes, sir.

- It's been a pleasure meeting you, Doctor. - Same here.

Kind of a dude, ain't he?

Yeah, he's getting to be

a pretty fancy dresser in his old age.

I'll tell you, Doc, he used to be

the best peace officer on the prairie.

- How old is he? - Don't know.

- It's hard to say. - Hey, Marshal?

That was Jack Dakota, wasn't it?

Yeah.

A man really have to be somebody to go up against him.

Mm-hmm, probably get himself killed doing it, too.

Well, I don't know.

Maybe he ain't as fast as he used to be.

I wouldn't count on that.

Man that shot him would get himself a reputation real quick.

Beal, let me tell you something.

You're not gonna get yourself much of a reputation

on Boot Hill.

Let's go, Doc.

I'd like a large room, preferably on the front.

Yes, sir, that can be arranged.

How long will you be staying, Mr. Dakota?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe a day, maybe longer.

I haven't decided.

We'll see that you have the best accommodations.

Now, that's room 18.

You, uh, turn left at the head of the stairs.

Oh, and can I help you with the bags?

No, my friend will help me, won't you, Cloudy?

Yes, sir.

Oh, by the way, Clerk?

Yes, sir?

Do you happen to know a Mrs. Sarah Carr here in Dodge?

Why, I sure do. She runs a dress shop.

Just the nicest sort of person.

Well, she's a widow lady, isn't she?

Yes, that's right.

Now, her shop is the other side of Front Street and down a ways.

Thank you.

Cloudy, I bet you a quarter

you don't know how to shine a pair of boots.

Oh, I shine boots real good, Mr. Dakota.

Well, you show me, the quarter's yours.

- Yes, sir. - I want them to look extra special.

Good morning, Mrs. Carr.

Good morning, Amy.

Oh, that's a beautiful dress you're wearing, Miss Kitty.

Thank you, Amy.

Oh, is that your mother's dress you brought?

Oh, yes.

Tell her I'll have it ready Thursday morning.

And you-you can just leave it on the table.

Remember what to tell your mother now.

- Thursday morning. - That's right.

- Bye-bye. -Bye. -Bye.

How does that look to you?

Hmm...

You think it looks a little long over here on this side?

You're perfectly right.

It is.

You know, if women had any sense,

we wouldn't wear our dresses down to our ankles.

How about up to our knees like the saloon girls?

Well, not quite that far up.

- Somewhere in between. - Mm.

Well, I suppose they'll get around to it one of these days.

Now, does that do it?

Oh, that's fine, just perfect.

Good. Well, if you'll take it off,

I'll start to work on it right away.

All right.

I was, uh, by Jonas' before I came over here.

He said he was getting in a new shipment of materials.

Well, I wish he'd get some more

of that fine China silk he had last fall.

It was so nice to work with.

He also said there was a celebrity in town.

A celebrity?

Yeah, came in on the morning stage.

Who is it?

Jack Dakota.

Jack Dakota.

You've heard of him, haven't you?

In Dodge?

What'd you say?

Oh, yes, yes, I've-I've heard of him.

He's a showman of sorts, isn't he?

Yeah, that's right.

Jonas said he wasn't gonna bring his show into town, though.

I wonder why he came to Dodge?

I don't know.

But I hope he finds his way to the Long Branch while he's here.

Stir up a little extra excitement.

I expect it would.

I wonder if getting famous has changed him any.

Changed him?

I, uh...

I knew him years ago.

Before he got so famous.

Before I married Mr. Carr.

Where was that?

Missouri.

Well, you'll probably see him while he's here.

Oh, I doubt that.

I expect he's forgotten me.

Well, how much do I owe you for the other dress?

Oh, not today, Kitty.

Wait till I finish this one. Then you can pay me all at once.

All right, anything you say.

It'll be ready tomorrow afternoon.

Oh, that'll be fine.

Good day, Miss Kitty.

Good-bye, Sarah.

Mm.

Hello, Sarah.

Jack.

It's been a long time.

Yes.

Nearly 20 years.

It's good to see you, Jack.

You haven't changed.

You're still the prettiest girl in town.

I-I came in this morning.

They told me where I could find you.

Would-would... would you like some coffee?

I would.

- Have a seat. - Thanks.

Black?

That's right.

I heard about Mr. Carr's death.

I'm sorry.

My husband was a good man.

I tried to find you, but, uh, you'd moved away.

Well, I came to Dodge after Sam died.

It's hard to believe that was nearly four years ago.

Why Dodge?

Oh, I don't know.

Dodge is growing.

It's alive.

Perhaps that's why I like it.

It's alive.

Thank you.

Are you happy here?

There are good people in Dodge.

Oh, well, I didn't mean that.

I mean this, uh... this dress shop.

Yes, I think so.

I'm comfortable, I have friends.

Good.

But what about you, Jack?

You've become quite a celebrity

since you started your Wild West show.

Oh. Well, I've given that up.

I'm ready to settle down.

Why, I can't imagine you giving it up.

I want to make a new life for myself, Sarah.

I want to drop all those years.

The good ones, as well as the bad ones. Forget them.

I want to start all over again.

Start all over? Well, where? How?

Well, I haven't decided yet.

I thought maybe you'd have some ideas about that.

Me?

I've thought of you so many times, Sarah.

I've truly missed you over the years.

Jack, I don't think we'd better try to...

With your permission, I'd like to come courting.

- Courting? - How about supper tonight?

- Oh, I-I don't think I... - I'll be here at 7:00.

- Well, are you sure we ought...? - And, uh, we'll rent a buggy.

And after supper, you can show me the Arkansas.

It's nothing but a muddy creek.

Well, I'd like to see for myself.

7:00.

Well.. all right.

Doesn't look like a muddy creek to me.

It rained last week.

You want to walk down to the water?

It's a little chilly.

I'd rather just sit here, if you don't mind.

Are you comfortable?

No, I'm not. I feel very strange.

Strange?

Well, thinking of everything that's happened today.

I feel strange, different.

Well, to me, you're the same person

you were 20... 20 years ago.

Oh, no. I could never be that girl again.

Yes, you are.

We're both the same people we were then.

I'm not.

I've lived a whole lifetime since then

with someone else.

With a man I respected.

Did you love him?

He was a good man, Jack.

He was a wonderful, kind man.

But you weren't in love with him.

Perhaps not... as you mean it.

We loved each other then.

Did we?

You know it's true.

But you left me.

Ran off and left me without a word.

Because I couldn't offer you the life you needed.

I couldn't change then,

and I wasn't about to ask you to change.

I don't remember you saying anything like that.

I didn't know how to say it then.

You could have tried.

Even if you'd said it badly.

Well, it's passed.

All I want you to remember is

what you said to me that night.

"When you decide to settle down,

I'll marry you."

You remember that?

Yeah. That's what I want now.

Jack, you can't just cut into my life

and expect to sweep me up just like that.

Why not?

Well, it's not fair. It's not right.

You could have written or something.

Well, it was only last week I learned you were here.

There wasn't time to write.

Jack...

I think we better be getting back now.

But it's early.

Yeah, I know, but I... I guess I'm a little tired.

Please?

All right.

Golly, Kitty, it's just like the old days.

Where'd everybody come from?

It's been like this ever since he came in here.

People sure are silly. Just look at 'em.

You've got to admit he's a pretty impressive-looking man.

Well, sure is, but why does everybody want

to shake hands with him?

They act like some of his notoriety's

gonna rub off on 'em.

Didn't you shake hands with him?

Well, of course not.

Well, shook hands with him at the station when he came in.

Matter of courtesy.

Well, it doesn't bother me a bit

how much they shake hands with him

as long as he keeps the place filled up.

Well, it wouldn't be so bad,

except they're all gonna run home

and tell their children and their grandchildren about it.

And by the time they get through with it, Dakota's exploits...

And we all twist it out of proportion.

It's disgusting.

I'll get you another drink.

Glad to meet you.

Proud to shake your hand.

Gee, I wish I'd been with you all those places.

I would've sure helped you out with some of that shooting.

Let's see that gun, Cloudy.

Oh, it's broke, it don't work.

I haven't seen a five-shot Paterson Colt

since the Mexican War.

You ought to get it fixed, Cloudy.

It's a fine old piece.

Hey, Dakota, when you was in the Wild West show,

did you wear any powder or paint?

Yup, war paint. Safest way to fight a war.

Why, in the second act, I wiped out the whole Sioux nation

with six blank bullets.

Oh, you can hear this place buzzing

clear down the street there.

Mr. Dillon said it might be that Dakota feller.

- He was right. - How about a beer?

Um, well, now that I'm here, yeah.

Guess I could use one.

Where's Matt?

Uh, he's up at his office, doing some-some paperwork up there.

Say, uh, you ain't seen that,

uh, that Sam Beal around, have you, Doc?

Right down there.

How long has he been there?

Well, ever since I came in.

How long's that been?

Well, I don't know how long I've been here. Why?

Well, Mr. Dillon just wanted me to find out, that's all.

Don't get so nosey.

What are you two fighting about?

Well, he asked me a question, I gave him an answer,

and now he starts an argument about it.

Oh, there you are, Doc, you're getting everything

all twisted around again.

I-I did no such thing. I-I-I should've knowed better.

Uh, I should have asked you, Miss Kitty.

What's that?

Well... how long's that Sam Beal been here?

Oh, I don't know.

I think he came in right after Dakota did.

Well, that's what me and Mr. Dillon was afraid of.

What do you mean "afraid?"

Well, he's been following that Dakota around

ever since he got into town this afternoon.

What on earth for?

He's itching for a gunfight.

I guess he figures that Dakota's

just about the best target there is around.

Sam Beal and Dakota?

Beal wouldn't get his gun out of his holster.

Oh, I don't know about that now, Doc.

I-I seen Sam down at the train depot,

and he was practicing down there on some bottles,

and he ain't bad.

Well, you don't think he'd be that foolish, do you?

Well, I don't know, Miss Kitty.

That's why Mr. Dillon wants me to keep an eye out on him.

Well, I knew it couldn't last.

What's that?

Well, all my good fortune.

I get an attraction in here for the first time in months,

and his life's in danger.

I don't think you're gonna have to worry tonight. He's leaving.

I better be going, too.

Chester, if you know Sam Beal so well,

why don't you try to talk some sense into him?

Well, Doc, why in the world do you think

that I'm leaving right now?

Hey, Beal, wait up a minute.

How are you doing?

All right.

Mind if I walk along with you a little bit here?

No, why? Did Marshal Dillon tell you to keep an eye on me?

No, not exactly.

Well, listen, Chester, you tell Marshal Dillon from me

that I'm not taking any advice from him or you or anybody else.

I just hoped you don't get yourself killed, that's all.

Well, I wasn't figuring on it, Chester.

Kind of jumped off the deep end, ain't you?

I was kind of pushed.

Who is it?

Matt Dillon.

Just a minute, Matt.

Come in, Matt, come in.

Oh. Sorry to bother you this time of the morning.

No bother. Sit down?

No, thanks. I'm afraid I've got bad news for you, Jack.

Well, I've heard that before.

Somebody after me?

Mm-hmm, you guessed it.

Matt, I-I didn't mean to bring trouble to your town.

Well, you didn't bring it. It was already here.

Oh, somebody fixing to build a reputation, hmm?

That's the idea.

Well, I was hoping those days were past.

Look here, Jack.

That's him.

Which one?

Fellow right across there, across the street.

His name is Sam Beal.

Yeah.

He looks like all the others.

You think that he'll outdraw me?

That what's worrying you?

No, no, I, uh... I just don't want to see anybody get killed.

I tell you something, Matt.

There won't be a shooting.

Your reputation does it for you.

I wouldn't count on that, Jack. You're a living legend.

Somebody's bound to try and kill you.

I wouldn't want that.

Not now, not yet.

Well, look, then why don't you maybe just think

about moving on, leaving Dodge?

Why doesn't this Sam Beal leave?

Well, 'cause he's a stubborn, senseless kid.

Well, I have as much right to come and go as he does.

And just as much right to be stubborn, too.

I was hoping I could reason with you.

Matt, I'm not worried about Sam Beal.

Well, it isn't only Sam Beal. There'll be others.

Well, there'll always be others.

Just where would you suggest I go to get away from them?

Well, I don't know. You-you got me there.

Matt, there'll be towns

you'll have to leave when you get my age.

Oh, yes, you're heading for the same fate.

You think you got it tough now,

but wait till your eyesight goes.

Your reflexes slow down.

There won't be any comfortable old age for you, either.

I wasn't figuring to live that long, Jack.

Well, neither was I.

I appreciate your warning, Matt, but I'm not leaving.

I came to Dodge to get married.

I intend to settle down here.

Married?

Yeah, Sarah Carr.

We're old friends.

It's, uh... well, it's something we should've done years ago.

So you see, you might as well get used

to having me in your town.

Well... well, all right, Jack.

Oh, stop worrying, Matt.

I'll-I'll make it a point to steer clear of this Sam Beal.

Well, I hope you do.

So long, Jack.

So long.

And, Matt? Thanks again.

I've had better food,

but I can't remember enjoying a meal more.

Traveling has made you a fancy talker.

I mean every word.

Oh, Jack, how long have we been here?

Maybe 30 minutes. Why?

Oh, I'm expecting a customer early this afternoon.

That can wait.

You'll be giving up that business soon anyway.

Oh, no, I couldn't do that.

I'm not gonna have my wife running a shop.

I want you to be a lady of leisure.

Jack, you're pushing me awfully fast.

You'll have to give me some time to think.

I'll give you as much time as you need.

As long as we can be together.

My life was so planned before yesterday.

I've been very comfortable the past two years.

I've been happy.

I like the way I live.

I'd think you'd like to have a little house of your own.

Maybe here, just outside of Dodge.

It's a good town, you have friends here.

I'll build you the finest house around these parts.

Houses cost money.

I've got money.

Oh, maybe I haven't been as thrifty as I might've been,

but there's always a way to get the money I need.

I'm the worst kind of housekeeper.

You'd be ashamed of me.

Never.

Everything is so easy for you, Jack.

It always was, I guess.

You've got to grab hold of life, Sarah.

Once you know what you want, go and get it.

Anything's easy if you're not afraid to face it.

What if you're not sure what you want?

I know what I want.

Don't you?

I'd better be getting back to the shop.

What time do you close?

Oh, no set time. Usually by nightfall.

I'll be by for you then.

We'll have supper.

All right, Jack.

- Ah, Miss Kitty. - Well, good afternoon.

You're just the person I want to see.

Oh?

You do have poker at the Long Branch?

You bet I do.

I didn't notice a game there last night.

Well, uh, I don't think there was a game last night.

I think everybody was too busy gaping at you.

Do you think I'd have any trouble

getting up a game this afternoon?

Oh, I wouldn't think so.

There's always somebody ready to gamble.

- Well, then I'll drop over. - Good.

You know, uh, I was just on my way to Sarah's.

I understand you two are old friends.

Oh, yes, we are.

Maybe you won't mention to her that I inquired about the poker?

I won't.

You're a delightful woman, Miss Kitty.

- Good day. - Bye.

Mr. Dakota?

- Cloudy. - Would you fix it?

Fix what?

You said it was a good gun, and it ought to be fixed.

It's a fine old gun.

Would you fix it?

Sure, Cloudy, glad to.

- Afternoon, Sam. - Mr. Dakota.

I, uh, thought there might be a poker game going.

Oh, there'll be one going tonight.

I'll tell them you want to sit in.

No hurry. I'm going to fix Cloudy's gun for him.

- Mm-hmm. - You know my friend Cloudy, don't you?

- Oh, sure. Cloudy. - Mr. Sam.

Would you bring two beers over to that table?

You bet.

- Got a knife, Cloudy? - Yes, sir.

- Thank you, Sam. - Uh-huh.

Here's to your health, Cloudy.

Thank you, sir.

This piece is pretty dirty, Cloudy.

You know...

your only real trouble here is

your cylinder's frozen.

Can you fix it?

Sure, we can take care of it.

I guess when a man gets too old to shoot a gun,

best thing he can do is take up fixing them.

You take care of this gun, Cloudy.

It'll serve you a long time.

That gun suits you.

It's old and rusty and worn out.

You know, Cloudy, one thing about a good shooting iron...

Never gets too old.

Dakota, I think you're living on your past reputation.

And you just can't live up to it no more.

Cloudy, I once knew an Indian chief

who had no son to take his place.

One of the young bucks in the tribe decided it was time

for the chief to retire.

So, he took him on in a ceremonial fight.

What happened?

The young buck was so anxious,

he missed the chief, first blow of the tomahawk,

and the chief killed him.

Dakota... you're old,

and you're slow, and you're finished.

Might be.

Why don't you draw?

I got no reason to kill you.

You really think you could kill me?

I don't think you're that fast.

I'll show you what fast is.

Your hammer needs smoothing.

Tell Miss Kitty, I'll pay for the damages to the floor.

Come on, Cloudy.

Bring your gun.

We'll fix it at the hotel.

Dakota?

Matt.

It's all right. Sam Beal is still alive.

I was forced to show him a few tricks, though,

at the expense of Kitty's floor.

Oh, I see. Well, now, look, I can, uh...

I can take him over and lock him up

if you want me to till you leave town.

I wasn't planning to leave.

We've been through that before, Matt.

This old gun ain't old and wore out,

so you just get, Sam Beal.

You see what he done, Marshal?

Cloudy, I'll meet you over at the Dodge House.

I promised to fix the gun for him.

Yeah, well, if you do, just make sure he doesn't keep it.

I will.

You know, he's lucky in a way.

How do you mean?

He'll always be a child.

Not like the rest of us.

Man once, child twice?

Well... if you make yourself comfortable, Jack,

I'll see if I can find you something to drink.

Oh, wait.

You'd better take off that cape.

You might catch cold.

There's nothing worse than rain on a hot night.

Jack... Jack, please.

I love you, Sarah.

Do you really, Jack?

Are you sure you're not just play acting?

I never meant anything more in my life.

You're asking me to marry you, Jack?

Yes. You will, won't you?

Oh, I... I can't give you an answer.

Not yet... at least, not the answer you want.

But why?

Well, I suppose it'll sound foolish, but...

somehow it frightens me.

- Our marriage? - Mm.

Why?

I don't honestly know.

I've grown up, Sarah. I've changed.

I'd never hurt you a second time.

You said words very much like that

just before you ran off.

20 years ago.

You had a chance to be a lawman,

a gunfighter, a hero,

and you just couldn't resist.

Oh, that's past and done.

I wish you could know how often I've cursed myself.

How deeply I regret that foolishness.

But you did run off.

I was young then.

It's true, Sarah.

I've really changed.

No more marching

to a distant drum?

No more.

Oh, I want to believe you, Jack.

Do, please do.

Oh, Jack, dear Jack.

Give me time.

I have to be sure.

Tomorrow?

Maybe tomorrow.

Until tomorrow.

- There you are, Miss Kitty. - Thank you.

Oh, uh, would you ask Sam

to lock up the change for me, please?

Uh, I may need it later.

All right.

How's he doing?

Well, not too good.

You know, some people have to win real bad.

I don't know why a man that famous would have to, though.

He seems awful desperate.

Sam, um, Beal hasn't been around tonight, has he?

No, thank goodness.

I guess you heard what happened this afternoon?

Yeah. I guess Dakota really showed him up for what he is.

Yeah, that's what worries me.

Sam Beal's not the kind of man to take a beating.

Well, I got to get up early in the morning, Kitty.

I'll, uh, see you later.

Good night, Quint.

Good night.

All right, hold it right there, Sam Beal.

Cloudy, I'm not Sam Beal.

Oh, Mr. Quint, it's you.

What are you doing out here?

- I'm looking for Sam Beal. - You're soaking wet.

You better go home

and change your clothes before you get sick.

Oh, no, I can't leave Mr. Dakota.

What are you talking about?

Well, I have to warn him if I see Sam Beal.

Well, can't you warn him over there where it's dry?

Well, no, he'd see me over there.

I see. Well, what difference does it make if he sees you?

He's not after you.

Why don't you go on home and get some dry clothes on?

Well, all right.

Cloudy, your home is that way.

Come on, I'll just walk along with you,

and make sure you find it all right.

I got to stay here, Mr. Quint.

Look, you can come back after you change your clothes.

All right?

I'll call.

How many?

I'll play these.

Dakota?

Give me two.

Dealer takes one.

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Dakota?

You draw this time, or you'll die anyway.

I didn't want to kill you this afternoon.

I don't want to kill you now.

Draw!

Jack!

Oh, Jack. Jack, you're all right.

It could've been you.

Maybe it should've been.

He's young.

I'm old.

I'm old... that's what he said.

I'm living on my past.

That's what he said.

Maybe I should be lying there.

He's dead.

A useless death is a sorry thing.

Did he call you out?

Yeah.

I heard two shots.

We both fired once.

He fired first?

Yes.

Will you want me for anything more right now, Marshal?

Nope.

Then, with your permission, I'll walk Mrs. Carr home.

It's cold out here.

Damp.

I knowed that that Beal was fast, Mr. Dillon,

but I sure never thought he'd outdraw Dakota.

Well, maybe he didn't, Chester.

Well, you just heard Dakota say that Beal fired first.

Yeah, but he didn't say who drew first.

I don't understand.

I think maybe he let Beal fire first.

Well, why in the world would he do a thing like that?

Getting old, Chester.

Maybe he needed to see the flash of Beal's gun

to find his target.

Just a guess.

We'll never know for sure.

That Dakota's got a lot of blood in him, Mr. Dillon.

He sure does, doesn't he?

Well, aren't you coming in?

No, no, thanks.

Well, I'll poke up the fire, heat some coffee.

It'll only take a minute.

Oh, no, I'll, uh, go on back to the hotel.

There's some things I have to do yet tonight.

But thank you just the same.

Oh, don't be foolish, Jack.

This is no time to be alone.

Come in. Maybe I can find you some-some whiskey.

No, Sarah, I'd rather not.

I, uh...

I really walked this far only to say good-bye.

Good-bye?

I'm leaving Dodge in the morning.

Jack, what in the world are you talking about?

I was on my way to tell you when...

But I don't understand.

Why are you leaving?

I shouldn't have come to Dodge in the first place.

But I-I learned you were here.

I wanted to see you.

But earlier this evening...

What about us?

Oh, Sarah, I was wrong to think

that things could be as they were.

There's been too much time,

too many rivers.

You've made your life without me.

I had no right to force my way back into it.

You had every right.

No, not really.

I know that now.

I told you I'd changed.

Well, I haven't.

Tonight, I lost what little money

I had left in a poker game.

I gambled away my promises to you.

The money for the house.

It doesn't matter.

Oh, yes, it does.

It matters because

I know I've failed you again.

What will you do? Where will you go?

Oh, back East, I think.

I'll find something.

But you wouldn't be happy there.

Well, the cities would strangle you.

You couldn't stand it.

Well, everything you love is here.

There's only you, Sarah.

Everything else is finished, gone.

Oh, but... but all this has been your life.

And I'm getting out of it.

I'm leaving it to people like...

well, like Matt Dillon, who's still young enough to fight it.

The whole West.

The dust and the wind

that dries people up till they're like animals,

fighting, scratching at each other.

To know there's no place to go at night

but to sit and smell sour beer and sweat.

And a knot in your gut

for every Sam Beal in the street.

The glory...

and the mud.

This was my life.

And I'm leaving it.

I'll come with you.

I love you all the more for saying that.

Because I know that wouldn't have been your answer.

You knew?

I knew.

That's another reason for my leaving.

I do love you.

I know.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Jack.

Thank you...

for loving me.