Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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What are you looking for outside, Yuma?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing.

You, uh... you got your wagon hitched up.

That's right.

You know I always go into Dodge for supplies on Monday.

Is today Monday?

You knew yesterday was Sunday.

You cooked a chicken, didn't you?

Oh.

Yes, of course.

Well, it's a little too early in the morning

for me to be thinking straight.

You're always thinking, Yuma.

Just how straight, I wouldn't know.

If you've got something to say, Dave, just say it out.

Let's forget it.

I sure hope Mr. Jonas has that wheat seed in today.

If I don't get it in this week, it'll be too late.

I was gonna bake you a pie for supper...

before you were so mean to me.

I'm sorry, Yuma.

It's just 'cause I love you.

Well, I'll bake it for you anyway.

Though you don't deserve it.

I'll be thinking about it all day.

I'll be back about dusk.

Be careful.

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Web! Get in here!

What's wrong? He didn't see me.

You never know.

What's the matter with you?

He's not even out of sight yet.

Oh, Dave's too old to see this far, anyhow.

He's been acting kind of suspicious lately.

Hey, maybe it's about time I took a gun to him.

Don't be so ridiculous.

Yuma, you know I wouldn't hurt nobody.

How do I know?

How about some coffee?

How about another kiss first?

Not till you behave yourself, Web Vickers.

Doggone if you ain't a difficult woman.

How's your pa?

Oh, he's fine.

Not that you'd care one way or another.

Just being polite.

Trying to teach you some manners.

- You already taught me manners. - Mm-hmm.

Like taking your hat off when you come into a lady's house?

Ah-ah!

Not there. There.

You sure are a particular woman, Yuma.

If I was real particular,

you wouldn't be here now, Web Vickers.

Now, that's not nice, Yuma.

And if I was nice, you wouldn't be here, either.

I can't keep up with you, Yuma.

You-you... you're just too smart.

Drink your coffee.

What's the hurry?

Dave will be back at noon as usual.

Doggone him.

We still have plenty of time.

What's going on at your place?

Oh, Pa just bought a new horse.

A great big roan gelding.

Meaner than a woman.

I didn't mean you, Yuma.

What makes you think I'm not mean?

Well, you ain't exactly been mean to me.

I will be... when I get tired of you.

Oh, uh... don't ever get tired of me, Yuma.

Please don't.

It may take a long time, Web.

I wish you'd chuck all this and marry me.

Wouldn't be very fair to Dave, would it?

Ah, the heck with Dave.

He's my husband, Web.

Well, I declare, Yuma!

You're the most confusing woman I ever knowed.

Don't let it bother you.

You just do what I tell you.

Okay, what do I do now?

Drink your coffee.

What are you looking for, Yuma.

Dave might get back early.

Ah, it ain't noon yet.

It ain't even half after 11:00.

He don't live that sharp by the clock...

but you do.

Now, you get moving.

Well, give me another kiss first.

No!

Now, I mean it!

Go on! You get going.

All right, but... same time next Monday?

But you'll wait till you see Dave leaving here.

Oh, I will, Yuma.

Sure am going to be thinking about you.

I'm going to be thinking about you, too.

Web, for heaven's sake, now, go on!

- Go on! - Bye.

Good-bye.

Yuma, honey, you look prettier than ever.

Where's your horse?

Out behind the wagon.

And it's 1:00 straight up.

What are you so worried about?

Dave coming home early today?

Not till about dusk.

Isn't that usually when he gets back from Dodge Mondays?

Why should today be any different?

It isn't any different.

It's just that he's been acting kind of funny lately.

You know, I don't think he trusts me like he used to.

Poor old Dave.

I feel kind of sorry for him sometimes.

Mm-hmm, but not sorry enough?

No, ma'am, not sorry enough.

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Yuma!

Yuma!

You're back early.

Not much.

What was Web Vickers doing here?

- Web Vickers? - That's right.

I haven't seen him since... well, it's been a month

since he and his pa were here.

He had eyes for you then.

Oh, Dave, what are you talking about, anyway?

There's no point in lying, Yuma.

I saw Web run out of the house, mount his horse and ride off

just a few minutes ago.

Your eyes are playing tricks on you.

Not my eyes; you.

Now, Dave, I don't want you to move.

I want you to stay right here 'cause I'm gonna go in my house

and I'm gonna get the Bible!

And I'll swear on it! I'll swear any way you want!

I'll put my hand on it, and I'll swear!

But you didn't see Web Vickers leaving here.

You just thought you saw him.

Now, Dave, you're tired and you've had a long trip.

Dave...

believe me.

Oh, believe me 'cause it's true.

Now, you just thought you saw him.

Have you had anything to eat?

You worry me.

Now, let's get in the house and we'll unload this stuff

and we'll have supper.

Where's the wheat seed?

Oh, they didn't have it.

I'll have to go into town and get it tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

I, uh... I baked you that pie I promised.

Good.

A good meal. Now, that's what you need.

A good meal.

Hey, you're gonna work up a sweat doing that.

Oh, not me. Too many people come by to gossip.

Maybe they just feel sorry for you.

- Well, not for long. - Oh?

No, I'm gonna take a little vacation.

Go up to Smoky Hill River for a while.

Oh, you gonna do some hunting?

Well, I'm gonna do that, too,

but I want to get away from people for a while.

You want to come along?

Well, I'd sure like to.

I've been thinking about writing a letter to Washington

and asking them when they're gonna give me a vacation.

When's the last time you had a vacation?

Well, not since I took this job.

Uh-huh. I'm beginning to feel sorry for you now.

- What, you leaving tomorrow? - Yeah, about noon maybe.

Well, why don't you stop by the office on your way out?

I'll do that.

- Hello, Marshal. - Hello, Dave.

- Hey, Marshal. - Morning.

- Hey, there, Dave! - Ira.

How have you been?

Working hard like everybody should.

What's the matter, Dave? What are you looking at Web for?

I seen you yesterday, Web. I seen you riding out.

What are you talking about?

You had your horse kind of hidden out by the barn,

but you see, I got home a little before dusk.

Before dusk?

You didn't see me nowhere near your place.

Well, what if he was?

Ain't us Vickers welcome no more?

Ira, you're forgetting I got a young and pretty wife.

Yuma.

You ain't been calling on Yuma, have you, son?

Course not, Pa.

Dave, you didn't see me nowhere near your place.

And I'll swear to that.

One warning's all you get, Web.

Next time, I'll kill you.

Now, excuse me. I got another sack of seed to get.

How about this, son?

He's crazy, Pa.

I swear it wasn't me he seen. And I ain't lying.

You better not be.

I'll take a horsewhip to you I find out otherwise.

Us Vickers never did go in for hoop-dee-hide

in our neighbors' gardens.

But, Pa, I swear it wasn't me he seen!

I'll meet you back here in an hour.

I'm going to the bank.

Jeff.

Well, hello, Web. How are things at the ranch?

Which ranch, ours or Dave Linz's?

What?

Dave saw you riding out late yesterday, Jeff.

How do you know?

He just told me.

I don't believe it.

Well, he thought it was me.

Well, wasn't it?

No, it wasn't me.

Barkeep, bring me a whiskey.

I had a feeling these past few weeks

that something funny was going on out there.

Well, I didn't.

Not until today.

You show up Monday mornings, don't you?

She always gets me out just before noon.

She always says that's when Dave's due back.

She don't let me ride in till 1:00.

Yuma's a smart woman, all right.

All women are smart that way.

And I'll tell you something, Jeff.

What?

You stay away from Yuma.

No matter what, Yuma's mine.

What about Dave?

I'll take care of Dave my own way.

Right now I'm talking about you.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't we shoot Dave, then you and me have it out?

I'm serious, Jeff.

Now, you stay away from Yuma from now on.

All right, I'll be serious, too.

Maybe I'm thinking of running off with Yuma.

Then there's gonna be two men in your way, Jeff: me and Dave.

Which one will I start with?

You?

Any time, Jeff, any time at all.

And you know where you can find me, too.

Matt?!

Quint, hi. You leaving?

Yeah. You, uh, change your mind about coming along?

No, I'm afraid I don't have much choice on that.

Looks like you might run into a storm here.

Yeah, I think it'll blow itself out, though.

How about a cup of coffee to start you out?

Why don't you keep it hot till I get back?

All right, I'll do that, Quint. Have a good time.

Right.

Dave! It's Quint!

I'll get you to the house!

No, it's no use.

Who shot you? Who shot you?!

Come closer. I-I can't talk.

You darned fool, Web!

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Pa, that's Quint Asper.

I know who it is.

Well, what happened? What are you doing with him?

It's you I should have smashed on the head.

You're a born fool, Web.

Pa, you going crazy or what?

I seen you sneaking out of here,

and I knowed where you was going

and I followed after you.

I was going to give that woman a piece of my mind

and haul you back here by the ear.

- Pa...! - Shut up!

Then the storm came up, and I got there only in time

to hear you shoot Dave Linz and see you ride off.

Lucky for you, I seen him riding up.

- You sure didn't. - Pa, you listen to me...

Then I rode up behind the barn, climbed in through the window

and got to Quint in time to knock him senseless.

Another minute, son, and you'd have been hanged for murder.

Pa, how could I hang when I wasn't even there?!

Now all we got to do is get Quint here to sign a paper

saying it was Jeff Daly done in Dave Linz.

That way, we'll have proof for the marshal.

Jeff Daly?

Well, why not? It makes sense, don't it?

He's just the kind to be skulking around Yuma... like you.

I figured it all out on the ride back here.

Now, Quint...

you're going to say you seen it was Jeff Daly shot Dave Linz,

and you're going to sign a paper saying you seen it!

I didn't see nothing,

and I ain't going to sign nothing, old man.

Now, you get your hands off me.

Quint, it was Jeff Daly, wasn't it?

Well, it wasn't me!

Pa, I rode out to the south range and back.

Now, if you'd have followed me instead of heading straight

for Dave Linz's place, you'd have knowed who it was.

Now, how you going to prove a think like that?!

Quint see you plain as day.

But, Pa, I tell you it wasn't me!

When are you going to learn not to lie to me, son?!

I didn't raise you up to see you hanged.

But, Pa, Quint said that he didn't see who it was.

He seen you, all right.

Now, Quint, you're gonna be sensible about this,

ain't you, Quint?

Probably not.

Oh, sure you are.

You're gonna say you seen it was Jeff Daly killed Dave Linz

and you're gonna sign a affidavit.

No, I'm not, Ira.

Well, why not?

What difference does it make to you?

Maybe because you bashed me in the head

and pushed me around.

Now, Quint, you can understand why I had to do that.

It wasn't nothing personal.

It was personal on the back of my head, old man.

All right, get stubborn!

Maybe a couple of days here

without food and water will help soften you up some.

Web, tie him up. Get that wire.

You looking for somebody there?

No, not especially.

I guess I was a little optimistic that I was

sort of thinking maybe you might have

a pot of hot coffee on the stove for me.

I'll tell you something,

I don't even have a fire in the stove.

In case you didn't know it,

I got better things to do than sit around

keeping a pot of coffee hot for you in case you show up.

I know that, certainly.

I know that, uh, you're busy.

Much too busy for that.

As a matter of fact, I think you're undoubtedly

the hardest-working man in Dodge.

You must be because you get so tired.

You have to sit around and rest so much.

For your information, I'm not resting; I'm thinking.

That's part of my job, too, you know?

Yeah, I notice you do an awful lot of that.

Uh, matter of fact,

usually, when you're sitting and thinking,

the lid blows off the town, then everybody's in trouble.

Well, that's what we keep you around for, Doc...

To clean up afterwards.

Yes, and that's why I'm such a fool to stay here, too.

By thunder, if I was in a city someplace, you know,

I... I'd be rich, for one thing, and I'd be appreciated, too.

Well, yeah, but just think,

then you wouldn't have anything to dream about.

Well, I'd... I'd manage that somehow.

I'd, uh... well, then I'd be able to sit around and think

and wait for something to happen like you do.

Say, that was, uh, some storm yesterday, wasn't it?

- Yeah. - You get caught in it?

- No, no, I didn't. Did you? - No.

I got an idea Quint Asper did, though.

Oh, well, if he did, he...

he could probably find shelter someplace.

Who's that?

By gosh, that's Yuma Linz.

- Who? - Dave Linz's wife.

Oh, yeah. I hadn't met her before.

You will.

Hello, Doc.

Hi. This is Marshal Dillon. Mrs. Linz.

How do, Mrs. Linz?

No, it's Yuma.

- I came especially to see you. - Oh?

I've got my husband in the back. He's dead.

Marshal...

I'd like to have him buried on Boot Hill.

Who shot him, Mrs. Linz?

I don't know.

Happened during the storm yesterday

when I was in the house.

It's funny, I didn't hear anything.

And when he didn't come in, I went out...

and I found him lying by the barn, dead.

Who'd want to shoot Dave?

I have no idea.

You will bury him for me, though, won't you, on Boot Hill?

Of course.

Would you like a preacher?

Yes, I'd like that.

I'm spending the night at the Dodge House.

Would you mind taking care of the wagon

and everything for me?

Certainly.

I'll come and get you, let you know when everything's ready.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you, Doc.

You look terrible.

I bet he feels terrible, too.

No food, no water.

Head half stove in.

How would you like about a half a pail of cold milk

and all the sausage and eggs you can eat?

How would you like a kick in the teeth?

Have you decided to sign a paper

saying it was Jeff Daly shot Dave Linz?

Nobody tells me what I'm going to do about anything,

especially you, old man.

And nobody's going to hang my son!

Let's bring him outside, Web.

Take a look down there, Quint.

Been dry for two years.

A long way down, wouldn't you say?

Now, you just get up there on that ledge

and you dangle your feet over.

You don't think I'd shoot you,

bury you off in a ditch someplace?

With Web there facing a hangman's noose,

I got nothing at all to lose.

So if you don't want a bullet down your throat, you...!

Web, you get him up there!

Now, you take that wire off his hands, Web.

What for, Pa?

'Cause his hands have turned blue, that's what for!

Okay... They have.

Now, don't you get the idea

that I'm going to start being gentle with you.

It's just that if you knew you was gonna lose your hands,

you might not care too much about changing your mind.

You're quite a thinker, Ira.

I'm smarter than most people.

Quint?

I guess he don't feel much like talking to anybody.

I'll look in on him again in a few hours.

I'm hungry, Pa. Let's get something to eat.

Yeah, that's a good idea, son.

Thanks a lot for the order, Miss Kitty.

- See you next time around. - Right, Miss Kitty.

I'm sorry, Doc.

I didn't think I was ever gonna get rid of him.

You... you know, you buy two barrels of whiskey,

and they want to sell you the whole distillery.

Well, everybody's got to make a living, you know?

That theory seems to apply to everybody but me.

Now, you're not gonna make me believe that, you know?

The word is out, and quite persistent, too,

that you're probably the wealthiest woman around here.

And I've been doing some thinking about that.

I kind of figured that, uh, I'd ask you to marry me.

Oh, no, oh, no.

No, you're too smart for that.

What do you mean?

Well, I'm just liable to take you up on it and, um,

retire to a rocking chair the rest of my life.

Funny thing, that's kind of what I had in mind, you know?

With all your money, I thought maybe we could just

both retire to rocking chairs.

You know, now, I-I just think that, uh,

money is too much trouble for a woman alone.

I just don't think any woman ought to have to...

bear a burden like that.

And I figured that...

least I could do is share it with you.

How many of those have you had?

I don't know. They're on the house, ain't they?

Hi, Doc, Kitty.

- Well... - Matt.

I was beginning to wonder

if you were ever gonna show up around here again.

Oh, I tell you, I've been busy.

What'd you accomplish?

Well, absolutely nothing.

At least not as far as Dave Linz's murder is concerned.

Say, Kitty told me about the quarrel that, uh,

Web Vickers and that Jeff Daly had in here.

Looks to me like you'd be looking for them.

Well, Doc, now, when you're out hunting antelopes,

is it better to show yourself and try to run them down

or is it better to sneak up on them?

Yeah, I see what you mean.

Pretty obvious one of them did it.

What are you planning?

Well, Kitty, I tell you, that'd be pretty hard to explain.

I'll tell you about it when I come back.

Oh, you leaving town?

Yeah, I'm going in the morning.

I'll be gone for a couple of days.

You gonna take Quint with you?

Well, Quint's up on the Smoky Hill River.

- He is? - Sure.

Fishing, huh?

I guess so.

Well, of course he is.

Up on the Smoky Hill fishing.

Laying there on the bank, fat and happy.

Waking up every once in a while and pulling in a big one.

Gosh, you'd think he'd ask somebody to go with him

once in a while.

Well, as a matter of fact, he did.

He asked me to go with him.

But, uh, I just couldn't make it.

Yuma?

Yuma, it's me, Jeff.

Yes, Jeff?

I come to see you.

It's all right, ain't it? I mean...

You mean you heard that Dave was killed.

Yeah. I come to tell you...

How sorry you are.

All right, you've told me.

Yuma, this ain't like you. What's the matter?

Oh, I get it. Web Vickers is in there, ain't he?

Well, now's as good a time as any.

Get out of the way, Yuma.

All right.

Hello, Jeff.

What are you doing here?

I was gonna ask you the same thing.

I heard Dave was killed.

I came by to see if there was anything I could do for Yuma.

I don't believe there's a thing, is there, Yuma?

No, not a thing.

Sweet of you to drop by.

If I need anything, I'll send word to you.

You got a funny way of running down Dave's murderer, Marshal.

A man can't work all the time, Jeff.

What's going on here, anyway?

Oh, we're having coffee.

I'm sorry I only made enough for two,

but you will forgive me, now, won't you?

"1:00 o'clock.

Don't show up before 1:00 o'clock."

I found out why, Yuma.

You were bound to... sooner or later.

You're no good at all.

Marshal, I could tell you a lot of things about this woman.

Like how you and Web Vickers have been coming over here?

You've been coming here, too, haven't you?

I just met Yuma yesterday.

Well, then you sure work fast.

Jeff, you're becoming a nuisance.

Jeff, I believe the lady wants you to leave.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that had to happen.

How did you know about...

Jeff and Web Vickers?

I knew about 'em, Yuma.

Well, it doesn't matter.

I don't care about either one of them.

I was lonely.

Please don't blame me.

Matt, since we met yesterday...

I haven't felt lonely at all.

Hey, Yuma!

Yuma?

I heard about Dave. I tried to get over here earlier.

Come in.

Hello, Web.

Marshal.

- How are you? - Fine.

I, uh, hope you don't mind my being here.

No. Why should I?

There's no point in beating around the bush, Web.

I know you've been coming here.

I know Jeff Daly has, too.

I didn't shoot Dave, Marshal.

I never said you did.

Then what are you doing here?

I mean, ain't... ain't you supposed to be

looking for the murderer?

Yeah, that's what I came out here for,

but, uh, then Yuma and I kind of got talking and...

next thing you know, the morning was gone.

Sorry I can't ask you to stay for dinner, Web.

Why can't you, Yuma?

I didn't make enough, that's why.

You're some woman, you are, Yuma.

Well, it ain't gonna work, Marshal.

I ain't pushed off this easy.

You ain't shut of me yet, Yuma.

Not by a long shot.

We got rid of him, too.

Maybe.

Well, you don't think he'll be back.

Well, I figure one of them will be back, Yuma,

to try and kill me.

Which one do you think?

Whichever one wanted you enough to kill Dave.

Is that all you want... Dave's killer?

You ready to give up yet, Quint?

Leave me be.

I enjoy being alone.

You're a mighty stubborn man, Quint,

but my boy ain't gonna hang 'cause of that.

I'll break you one way or the other.

What are you doing, Pa?

Where you been?

I asked you where you been!

I rode over our north line and back.

Neither of us have been over there for over a month.

I'll take a board and beat the meat off'n you,

- you lie to me, Web. - Now, Pa...

You was over to Yuma Linz's place, wasn't you?

So I was.

I told you to stay away from there!

I hardly said hello to her. Marshal Dillon was there.

What? And you let him see you?

Calm down, Pa. It don't matter none.

I think he's after her himself.

Web, you're a fool.

You always was, and you always will be.

What's he doing there, then, having dinner

with her and everything?

Getting closer on your trail, that's what he's doing.

And he'll hang you sure if we don't act fast.

Well, what about Quint?

Is he ready to say it was Jeff Daly yet?

No, but I'm helping him to get ready.

If you help me gather up some rocks.

What are you doing?

You help me gather up some rocks, you'll find out.

Hey, now, let's swing it on here.

There. Now what, Pa?

Quint?

See that bucket, Quint?

There's enough rocks in there to bash your head in.

Now, I'm gonna leave that swinging here.

And sometime during the day or night,

I'm coming by and cut that rope.

So you better not do any sleeping,

you don't want to wake up dead, you hear?

No food, no water, no sleep.

He ain't getting a whole lot of pleasure out of life, is he, Pa?

I'll come by every few hours and see if he's ready

to change his mind about signing that affidavit

saying it was Jeff Daly killed Dave.

And I'll keep it up for a week if necessary.

Hey, that's a good idea, Pa.

Then the marshal will go after Jeff Daly,

and maybe they'll kill each other.

Now, I ain't doing it to fix you up with Yuma Linz, son.

I'm doing it to keep you from stretching a rope.

Sure, Pa.

Now, Quint, you think it over.

Come on.

Thanks for the supper, Yuma.

Are you sure you're going to be all right in the barn?

Oh, sure, I'll be fine out there.

I'll have breakfast waiting for you in the morning.

Well, good. Good night.

Good night.

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Good morning.

Morning, Yuma.

I've been waiting for you.

I'll be in, in a minute.

Uh, would you fill this for me and bring it in?

All right, fine.

Breakfast is ready any time.

Good.

Hold it. Drop the gun.

Well, Ira, I wasn't expecting you.

Who was you expecting?

Web or Jeff Daly maybe.

It was Jeff Daly killed Dave Linz.

Then why are you after me?

- 'Cause I think you try to pin it on Web. - Why?

I couldn't take no chances.

A man's got a right to protect his own son, ain't he?

If Web's innocent, he doesn't need any protecting.

I know you lawmen;

you got to bring somebody in, guilty or not.

Now, let's talk some sense. You came out here

to kill me 'cause you knew I was after Web.

- Isn't that right? - You don't know Web done it.

No, but you do. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here.

I knew you was trying to pin it on Web.

And why are you hanging around here, romancing that woman?

Setting a trap would be a little more like it.

And it sure has seemed to work pretty good.

Web didn't do it, I tell you.

Your being out here trying to shoot me

is pretty good evidence that he did.

Now, we're going into town. Where's your horse?

Back in the trees.

All right, let's go.

You're making a big mistake, Marshal.

Maybe. Let's go.

Matt!

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right, Yuma.

You're not gonna let him get away with this?

Attempted murder?

It'll be up to the judge to decide that.

Why did you try to shoot him?

Well, he says it was Jeff Daly that killed Dave.

I think he wanted me dead so I wouldn't arrest Web.

Then it was Web.

Come on, Marshal. Let's get into town.

Yeah, by way of your place.

You can't arrest Web. You got nothing on him.

I can't arrest him, huh? Let's go.

I hope they send you to prison.

You know something?

I believe the marshal... That he was hanging around you

just to set a trap.

He couldn't be interested in you at all!

Matt?

Will you be coming back?

No, I'm afraid not, Yuma.

Oh.

I thought so.

Hey, Quint, where's Pa?

You know, Web,

you're even stupider than I thought you were.

Well, you don't have to be nasty about it.

The heck with you, anyway.

You know, I could cut this rope, Quint.

It might fall of its own accord.

If it does, it's gonna split your head open like a melon.

It's gonna give, Quint. It's gonna give any minute.

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Marshal, you really gonna charge Web with Dave's killing?

Of course I am.

- But you got no proof at all. - Not yet.

You think, if you keep him in jail

for a while, he'll confess, don't you?

It'd be easier if he did.

But it's the fact you're convinced he did it

that I'm counting on.

But it ain't fair, Marshal!

Ira, a good man's been killed.

Doesn't that mean anything to you?

- Not right now, it don't. - Hey, Pa!

What's the marshal doing with you?

He's come to take you, Web!

No, he ain't!

Hold your fire, Marshal!

You, too, Web!

Now, Marshal, I got Quint Asper down here

in the bottom of this dry well.

If I cut the rope on this bucket of stones,

it'll smash Quint's head wide open.

Now, you don't believe me, Marshal,

you come up here closer where you can hear him.

That's far enough, Marshal.

Now, Quint, you yell out so he can hear you!

I'm all right, Matt! Don't listen to him!

Now, give me your gun, Marshal.

You take any more time, it'll be too late.

Pa!

Web!

I didn't know you was hit.

I'll get you into the house, Web.

No, Pa.

I'm hurt pretty bad.

Well, I tried, son.

I did everything I could to help you.

I'll go get a doctor.

No, Pa, it ain't worth the bother.

You all right, Quint?

Yeah, I think so.

Web's dying, Marshal.

He killed Dave Linz. I seen him do it.

You're wrong, Ira.

Web didn't do it.

Jeff Daly shot Dave.

Dave told me just before he died.

Jeff Daly?

Tried to tell Pa, Marshal.

He wouldn't listen to me.

Why'd you shoot at me?

Same reason I went along with Pa.

Trying to pin it on Jeff.

Get you out of the way

so I could have a free hand with Yuma.

It's between you and Jeff now, Marshal.

He's gone.

What about Jeff Daly?

The day's still young.

Got a lot of work to do.

What a waste.

What a waste.