Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

♪♪

Gentlemen, I'm staying and raising another ten.

Well, are they gonna keep that game going all night?

Most of them are cleaned out.

You in or out?

Well...

seeing this is my last lonesome living bill,

and seeing it was easy come by,

taking only my life's blood

and the sweat of my brow,

I reckon it might as well be easy go.

I'm looking at you, mister.

You in, Bucko?

In with what?

I ain't got nothing left but my buttons.

This game is not for buttons, Mr. Taos.

Aw, come off that stiff-necked down the nose.

What I'm talking about is money buttons.

Mexican dollars, pure silver.

Just as good as anybody's money.

Am I to assume that you plan to disrobe in order

to stay in the game?

No, I'm out.

I am calling you, sir.

Well, it looks like it's about over.

Come on, I'll buy you a beer.

Okay.

It seems to be up to you, Mr. Graham.

Hmm, I've been a gambler long enough, sir,

to know when not to buck another man's run of luck.

It's your game.

I congratulate you, sir.

Thank you, gentlemen.

If anyone would care for one more get-even hand,

I'll, uh, be happy to oblige.

Me and old Bucko's broke flatter than a fritter.

Some other time when your luck's a bit cooler, perhaps.

Don't know when I may get back this way again.

Don't get through too often.

Company money.

Got to keep my winnings separate,

or you know who'd come out loser.

Now, let's see now.

Envelope's mine.

Rest of it's theirs.

Great little bookkeeping system.

Well, if I'm going to catch that early morning train,

I better pound the pillow.

I don't reckon you're gonna have too much time to sleep.

Thank you for a very pleasant evening, gentlemen.

And, uh, good night, all.

He sure cleaned you like a picked chicken.

I can afford it. Glass of water.

In a clean glass, if you please.

How about you extended us some credit, Miss Kitty?

Sure, Bucko.

Anytime there's snow on the ground in July.

Well, I reckon we'll just take

our business elsewhere.

The shape we're in, Festus,

we ain't about to do much business no place.

Maybe we ought to rob a bank.

Yeah, or hold up that stagecoach from Pueblo.

We ought to knock over that dude.

He's got all the money in the world.

He sure has.

Hey, did you get a look at that wallet of his?

Look at it? My eyeballs just flopped plum out

of my head and kissed it.

You fellers want to stick around,

we are just liable to come back

and buy drinks for the whole house.

Bartender, whiskey.

Those two are gonna get themselves in trouble

if they're not careful.

Oh, Miss Kitty, they're just funning.

They don't mean none of that.

At least, I... I don't think that they do.

Like I was saying, Marshal, the hotel was real quiet,

and then I heard a kind of a yell back here.

And then when I got back here, I heard somebody moving around.

But the door was locked,

and nobody would answer when I knocked.

And then I heard somebody going out the window.

And when I got back... back here with my keys

and let myself in...

Well, you'll see for your-yourself, Marshal.

So, how long you been in Dodge?

Three weeks.

But you would never find anything like this

going on in Philadelphia.

Yeah, well, you wait out in front, will you?

Chester, bring a lamp over here, will you?

Yeah.

Well, Matt, he died instantly.

I don't think he knew what hit him.

There's three stab wounds here,

and any one of 'em could have been fatal.

Chester, is this the wallet he had at the poker game?

Well, golly, it sure looks like it, all right.

It has a sight more money in it than that, though.

You think whoever done it broke in the window there, Mr. Dillon?

Well, I don't think so.

The window doesn't look like it's damaged.

It was a hot night. He probably left it open.

Chester, was Bucko Taos in that poker game tonight?

Well, yeah.

Him and Festus Haggen both was in it.

They... they left... Well, what is it?

It's a silver button.

Made out of a Mexican dollar.

Bucko?

Oh... howdy, Marshal.

Uh, this is a real big surprise.

I sure didn't expect to see you out here.

Sure never.

Where you been all night?

What do you mean, where have I been all night?

Uh, I've been lots of places.

A man don't necessarily have to stay

in just one spot all night, now does he?

Where's Festus?

Festus?

Festus Haggen. You left the Long Branch with him.

By golly, I do remember being out with Festus

last night, uh, earlier maybe, or-or sometime.

Tell you the truth, Marshal, I sure must've tied me

on a good one last night.

I don't remember one daggone thing

till I woke up about a half hour ago out yonder

in the draw, laying on the ground like an old hog.

What about this?

I found that on the floor.

Uh, I don't know nothing about it.

It looks like an envelope, uh...

It's been opened up.

It's got some writing on it,

but I never learned to read, Marshal.

Looks like blood or something on it, don't it?

Bucko, I'm afraid you'll have to come with me.

Well, you ain't got no call to act like that.

Uh, treating me like I was a...

killer or something.

I see you're missing a button off your vest, huh?

By golly, I did lose one, didn't I?

Hey, I'm right fond of them buttons.

I... I sure hope it turns up someplace.

It has turned up, Bucko.

Let's go.

Oh, here he is, Mr. Dillon.

He's just now got back to his house.

What's all the big to-do about, Marshal?

I understand you and Bucko Taos had yourself

a big time last night, huh?

Yeah, we'd been three weeks on the trail,

bringing that herd down for old man Kramer.

We figured we had one owed us.

You got yourselves into a poker game at the Long Branch, huh?

Just for a short spell.

There was a dude easterner there that just skinned us all.

That man could draw cards

where there wasn't no cards.

Mm-hmm. Then after the game, you went around,

and, uh, talked about robbing him, didn't you?

Yeah, we laughed about it some.

We ought to went ahead and done it, too.

He sure had plenty of money.

Well, somebody did do it.

They did?

You ain't surmising it was me, are you?

Festus, where were you around 2:00 this morning?

Down at Pop Shiller's place in the river bottom.

And Bucko was with you?

Sure he was.

Ask him, he'll tell you.

Where's he at?

He's back there in a cell.

He's charged with murder.

The dude?

Yeah.

Same old story, ain't it, Marshal?

Here I was figuring you and me got to be friends,

but you just ain't never got it out of your head, have you?

Just ain't never forgot that I'm a Haggen.

Well, this time, Marshal, your old dog won't hunt.

'Cause Pop Shiller will back up everything I've told you.

All right, let's go see him.

Now, Marshal, you've got to listen to me.

I don't care what happened,

but Festus didn't have anything to do with it

on account of he was with me

practically all night long last night.

And I'll swear to that on ten stacks of bibles.

If you ain't the seven silliest

kinds of dimwitted idiot I ever seen in my born days...

- But I thought... - I'll throw in with you.

Now, look, if...

Why don't you just, uh, tell the rest

of that to Chester. Come on.

Hello, Pop.

Oh, morning to you, Marshal.

Hey, Festus, I didn't expect to see you around here this early.

Pop, would you tell this... marshal

where I was last night.

Well, I can tell him where you was almost the whole night.

He was right here.

Yeah, what time was that about, Pop?

Oh, a little before 1:00 and about, uh...

almost sunup, about 4:00.

Well, I reckon that gets old Bucko and me

off the hook, don't it?

Bucko? Bucko Taos?

Yeah, I-I told the marshal we was here all last night,

and he wouldn't believe a thing I say.

Well, uh, you was all alone, Festus.

Uh, Bucko wasn't with you.

What are you talking about?!

'Course he was here with me!

We sat right at that very table,

uh, drinking beer and talking and arguing.

Finally wound up eating meat and eggs.

You put it on the tally sheet, you know that.

Sure, I put it down, but you, uh...

you was all alone.

Are you crazy?

Well, uh, Marshal, I got my book right over here.

I was working on it. You can have a look at it if you want.

- Thank you. - There it is... last night.

"Six schooners of beer,

an order of meat and eggs... Festus Haggen."

It's pure truth, just like I told you.

There's nothing down here for Bucko Taos.

Festus, you might as well forget it.

He's gonna have to go this alone.

Go what alone?

His trial for murder.

Order, please. Order in the court.

Has the jury reached a verdict?

Yes, as a matter of fact, we have, Your Honor.

Will you state the verdict to the court?

Well, now, I don't see any cause to have to state it.

Everybody in this courtroom knows

what a low-down bullying scoundrel that man is.

And I think it's about time

that us decent citizens of Dodge City got together

and cleaned out the riff-raff that...

Mr. Foreman, you are out of order.

I have asked you to state the verdict, and nothing but that.

Why, of course he's guilty!

That thieving killer is as guilty as sin!

You're a dirty liar, Fickett!

What are you trying to do?

How can he be guilty when I done swore he was with me?

Sit.

I'm just gonna go to work, I'm gonna thump you...

Honey, sit down. Oh, hon!

You good-for-nothing old yay-hoo, you!

Go ahead, Festus. Stick it on him!

Order!

Order in the court!

Marshal, it's your duty to protect this jury from violence.

Well, now, I don't think that the, uh, jury

or the foreman's in any particular danger here.

That man is as dangerous

as his contemptible henchman!

Fickett, when you once get it in for a fella,

you sure go out of your way to prove it, don't you?

Now, if this disorder does not cease immediately,

I will clear the courtroom.

Now that's enough!

If there are any further exchanges,

you'll address them to this court,

and not to each other.

Actually, the only one here who has any right to speak

at this stage of the proceedings is the defendant,

providing you have something you would like to say

before I... pronounce sentence.

Judge, would it do me any good if I did?

Not as far as the verdict is concerned.

That, of course, is already official.

Well, in that case, well, I ain't got a thing to say.

Go ahead, Judge... let her rip.

It's dry work, sentencing a man to hang.

Every time I think, that killer was right there in the room

when I knocked on the door, and with a knife in his hand, too.

- Hello, Matt. - Kitty.

- How about a beer? - No. No, thanks.

Well, a hanging, a shooting, or a murder trial

always brings 'em out, doesn't it?

People are what they are, Matt.

What's bothering you?

Kitty, I'll tell you.

You know, it's always possible to get a pat hand

in a poker game, even a royal flush.

But when you do, you always wonder if the deck was rigged.

Bucko?

Yeah. Stop to think of this.

You know, he left a trail that night

that a blind man could follow.

He lost that silver button

right in the place that'd do him the most harm.

And that envelope.

Sure, we find the envelope, but no money in it.

And all he can say is that he doesn't remember.

Well, he's been like that before.

Blanking out after a few drinks.

Yeah, I know that, and so does everybody else in town.

What are you getting at?

Just this, Kitty.

It boils down to a question of who was lying... Festus or Pop?

Well, Pop's word is as good as gold.

Festus is just trying to protect his friend.

Well, that's the way it looks, right?

What reason would Pop have to lie,

to say that Bucko wasn't there that night?

I'll tell you something.

He could be lying in a different direction.

What do you mean?

Well, Pop's always been fond of Festus

and his girlfriend, April.

Now, it just might be that Festus wasn't at Pop's

at all that night, either.

What in tarnation are you doing here?

I just wanted to make sure you was all right.

You followed me, didn't you?

Sort of.

What are you doing out here at Bucko's shack?

Well, I just come to get something for him

I judged he'd be a-wanting.

What is it?

None of your business.

Just something silly.

And don't stand there looking at me I...

Who do you think you are, the marshal?

I just don't want you to get in no trouble, Festus, that's all.

Well, what do you think Bucko's in?

That bunch are running around, trying to hang him,

and me knowing he ain't guilty.

You're planning on helping him, ain't you?

Well, of course I'm fixin' to help him if I can.

Bunch of tinhorn vigilantes have got him all trussed up

and stuffed and ready for the spit.

And you're gonna stand there and tell me not to help him?

No! A man's got to be loyal to his friends.

Ain't nothing else he can do.

Only... be careful, Festus.

Please?

Be... be real careful.

Well, sure... April.

Dove.

Come on, I'll walk you back to the house.

You just get the whole thing out of your head.

Silly little nitwit.

How come you're moving me up here to the front, Marshal?

Oh, no particular reason, Bucko,

just a little easier to keep an eye on you.

This here's the one that you use for the death cell, huh?

Oh, now, Bucko, we don't have no death cell here.

Reckon when a fella's got

a death sentence a-hanging over him,

why, you kind of like to keep your eye on him

so he won't do his self in.

Shucks, Marshal, you don't have to worry about me, though.

Shoot, if that pack of wolves is so all-fired set

on seeing me dead, they're gonna have to do it their selves.

I sure ain't gonna help 'em none.

Well, Bucko, you're not hung yet.

We hope maybe you're not gonna be.

You know, I'm taking you up to the Territorial Prison tomorrow,

and the-the board of appeal's gonna hear your case next week.

Oh, what good's a hearing gonna do?

Shoot, I've told 'em everything I knowed.

You just can't remember a thing about what happened that night?

But sometimes it...

it seems like I pert near do.

Kind of bits and pieces, uh, and then it leaves me.

Kind of like when Festus was, uh, telling it there in court...

Shoot, about us being in Pop's place...

- I could almost see it. - See what?

Us being there

and drinking beer and talking and...

And then it seemed like that somebody called Pop outside.

And then after a little bit, why, he come back in, and...

Aw, shucks, it ain't no use.

But just for a second or two there in court...

Ah, but Festus and I been down to Pop's place time and again.

Like as not, it was one of them other times

I was thinking about.

Marshal.

Festus.

It all right with you

if me and old Bucko chew the fat for a while?

Sure.

- Hello, Festus! - Howdy.

Hang your gun belt on the peg.

By jings, Bucko, if it don't look like

you fell into a plumb good thing here.

Nice chair to set on, and more than likely the best bed

you ever slept on in your whole worthless life.

Yup. They even bring me a paper.

Sure is handy in helping pass the time.

It would be if you just knowed how to read.

Yeah!

Well, I, uh, brang you something I judged you might be wanting.

All right if I give him this thing, Marshal?

Oh, sure.

Doggone my hide if that ain't my old mouth harp.

How come you happen to think about it?

Why, I think of everything, old friend.

You wouldn't have figured that old Festus

is gonna forget all about you, was you?

Oh, you know I wouldn't

be thinking nothing like that, would you?

Ah, just like a coyote a-howling at a star.

Ain't it a pity, Marshal?

Gifted boy like that all canned up in jail.

Yeah.

I sure wish we could've convinced the jury of that.

Oh, that bunch of...

yay-hoos.

They wouldn't have believed either one of us

if we'd have walked in with a bible under each arm.

Why, you don't even believe him yourself.

You think he's a thieving killer, now, don't you?

Well, I'll tell you, Festus, what I believe

or don't believe doesn't make much difference.

I'm not the court.

You know, being drunk like that,

I might have fought somebody.

Shoot, I've done that lots of times.

- Sure. - I might even have killed a feller, but...

but in a fight, not by knifing him in his sleep like that.

It just ain't my nature.

Leastwise, I don't think it is.

Well, of course it ain't!

And what about that money he's supposed to have took?

Wasn't on him.

Where was that?

I wish I knew.

Hey, wouldn't that be a good joke on me?

If I really done it, I mean, and they was to hang me,

and I didn't even know what I done with the money?

That'd be a real looney-buster, wouldn't it?

Be... be enough to make a man die laughing.

♪ A shiny black carriage ♪

♪ All draperyed like snow ♪

♪ Six shiny black horses ♪

♪ A-pulling so slow ♪

♪ The road to the graveyard ♪

♪ Is lonesome and long ♪

♪ Who'll pass the last judgment? ♪

♪ Was he right or wrong? ♪

Well,

if it ain't my best girlfriend come a-callin'

and looking prettier than a kitten.

Thanks, Pop. I didn't know whether

I ought to come out here at night like this.

I mean, alone and everything.

Alone? Well, old Pop's here, ain't he?

What do you mean "old Pop?"

Why, I don't think about you as being so old.

Well, now, my, my.

I'm gonna have to fix you a nice cup of coffee for that.

I reckon I'd rather have myself a shot of red-eye,

if it's all the same with you?

Well, sure.

I just didn't know that you ever touched it.

Guess there are a lot of things about me you don't know, Pop.

Well, I-I-I suppose so.

I think I'll have a little nip right along with you.

Where's Festus tonight?

Oh, he's up in town somewhere.

I just got real lonesome,

and then I remembered how good I always feel

when I'm with you, sort of warm-like, you might say.

Warm-like?

My, my.

Well, here's to mighty charming company.

Thank you, Pop.

My, my, April.

You-You're more experienced than I thought.

Well, like I said, Pop,

there might be lots of things about me you don't know yet.

You suppose it would be all right

if I had myself just a little nother one?

Oh, I... I guess so.

There you are.

Elmer,

you better get back to your sheep.

Somebody's liable to steal 'em.

Good night, Elmer.

♪ Well, the chicken in the pen ♪

♪ And the hawk is in the pine tree ♪

♪ Hidey-ho-a-deedle-dum-day ♪

♪ The hawk, he said, go, and chicken said to catch me ♪

♪ Hidey-ho-a-deedle-dum-day ♪

♪ Chicken made a run, and the hawk... he made a high dive ♪

♪ Hidey-ho-a-deedle-dum-day ♪

♪ Chicken on a fence, and hawk... he ate a beehive ♪

♪ Hi, ho, the chicken got away ♪

♪ Chicken made a run, and the hawk... he made a high dive ♪

♪ Hidey-ho-a-deedle-dum-day ♪

♪ Chicken on the fence, and the hawk... he ate a beehive ♪

♪ Hidey-ho, the chicken got away... ♪

Holding a little musicale here this evening, huh?

Special concert. You've missed the first three hours.

Well, it's only the lower classes

that arrive on time for a concert.

♪ Chicken made a run, and the hawk... he made a high dive... ♪

Oh, what about a little cribbage?

No, Doc, I'm afraid you'll have

to count on Chester for that tonight.

I got to leave as soon as he gets here.

He should be here any minute.

I guess you're, uh, taking him on his last ride tomorrow, huh?

♪ Chicken made a run, and the hawk... he made a high dive... ♪

Yeah. Kind of looks that way, Doc.

Unless we get the appeal board to do something.

♪ The chicken got away ♪

♪ Hidey-ho-a-deedle-dum-day, Hidey-ho-a-deedle-dum-day. ♪

Well, Bucko, I'm tired

as if I'd been ironing all day.

I'm going home to bed.

I'll see you in the morning

before they take you on that long last ride.

All right, Festus.

I'll be a-lookin' for you.

Good night, Marshal.

Good night, Festus.

- Good night, Doc. - Festus.

Doc,

you mind if I ask you a question?

Me? Well, no.

Of course not, Bucko.

What is it?

I reckon you been to a number of hangings, ain't you?

Well, yeah, Bucko, I...

I have, quite a few

at one time or another.

Well, tell me something.

When they hang a man,

does he die sort of sudden-like, so to speak?

Well, I...

Bucko, I think I can tell you that it's just...

It's pretty quick.

Doc, I'm-I'm downright relieved to hear you say that.

You know, I sure wouldn't like it much

if I was to linger on, a-choking and a-kicking

and hoo-hawing around up yonder in the air.

Yeah, well...

And supposing that something would jar loose,

and I'd get my memory back

just when it is too late to help me out.

Boy, that'd be downright disheartening,

would it?

Oh, uh, Chester,

uh, would you like to play some cribbage?

Some cribbage?

Uh... yeah, I reckon so.

Chester, will you, uh, keep an eye on things here

and stick around till I get back?

Yeah, sure will.

I'll see you later, Doc.

All right, Matt.

Yeah, that sure is pretty there, Bucko.

Ain't that about the sweet señorita south of the Pecos?

Nope.

It's about a double-hanging down in Texas.

♪♪

Mmm.

This could sort of get to be a habit, couldn't it?

You feel all right, girl?

Oh, I feel fine.

Far as I can tell, anyhow.

Well,

I'll never be able to figure it out.

All my years of training and drinking,

and a little slip of a girl comes along

no older than...

Well, times are changing.

I'm getting older than I thought I was.

You go, calling yourself old again.

I'm gonna get real upset if you don't quit it.

I mean, like-like... like now you're here.

I hardly think of you as being any older than Festus is.

Why, he's just a young whippersnapper

compared to me.

Well, he don't act like it most of the time.

He's always going off and leaving me alone,

and he won't hardly ever take me dancing.

Bet you like to dance, don't you?

Well, if I do say so,

I was known as a king bull prancer

at a hoedown in my day.

"In your day."

What's wrong with right now?

Oh, now, April.

Oh, come on, Pop.

Come on, I want to dance.

Come on. Come on.

You got to have music to dance.

You ain't got no music.

Oh, we got music.

♪ La-la-la, la, la ♪

♪ La-la-la, la ♪

♪ La-lump, ba-dah-dah ♪

♪ Da-da-dum, da-dum ♪

♪ La-la-la, la, lum ♪

♪ Boo-doo, doo-doo ♪

♪ La-dum, ah-dah-dum, da-da, da-da, da. ♪

You're a real good dancer.

A heap better than Festus is.

Oh, he's right in his prime.

Well, he sure don't act like it.

He's always going off and leaving me.

And, well, he won't even attempt dancing

unlessing he's celebrating.

Well, he's a caution, all right.

Yeah, I bet he sure was celebrating the other night

when that fella got killed.

I bet him and Bucko could hardly walk

when they came through that door over there.

Walk through?

They couldn't hardly stagger through.

You-you should've seen them.

Holding each other up

and singing at the top of their lungs, and...

Well... I-I got to be going home now, Pop.

Oh, now wait a minute, wait a minute, April.

I-I... I want to talk to you.

I got to be going home now, Pop.

- No, no, no. - Pop, you let me go now.

No. No, I ain't gonna hurt you.

- I got to be going home. - I just want to... Gosh.

No, I want to go home. Marshal, Festus was right!

Bucko was here that night.

He just admitted it.

Pay her no mind, Marshal. She's drunk.

I ain't drunk, but I bet that spittoon of yours sure is.

You been stringing me along all evening, haven't you?

Making sport of me, laughing at me.

You better sit down, Pop. This may take a while.

Well, now let's see.

If I hadn't have put the eight-six

on the crib, then he-he sure enough

wouldn't have got the double run of eight.

But then, I'd have had to have kept the eight-six

in my own hand, which means that I had to throwed...

Well, I'd have throwed the...

Oh, doggone it, just so...

many ways that you can go with it.

- Oh, howdy, Festus. - Chester.

You back again?

Just trying to figure out here

how I could've stopped Doc from...

Why don't you drag up a chair and rest your feet?

Well, I don't think I can hang around that long.

Oh, well, Mr. Dillon will be back pretty soon, I guess.

Be gentle, Chester.

Just move real gentle.

What are you doing?

Don't do anything to make me mad now,

'cause I like you,

and, uh, I sure wouldn't want to do you no harm.

Well, now, wait a minute, Festus.

Good old Festus... I knowed you was gonna come back.

You didn't think I was fixing to let 'em hang you, did you?

- What are you doing? - Well, I sure had my hopes.

Well, you-you... you can't do that, Festus.

Come right on over here and get in the cell now, Chester.

Well, what do you mean?

Over in the cell. Move!

Hurry up now. I don't want to hurt you.

Well, now listen, Festus.

Now, you-you better think on what you're doing here.

You oughtn't to be doing this now.

You know, Mr. Dillon thinks a lot of you.

Yeah, I know. Anything bad that happens,

I'm the first one he thinks of.

Uh...

Got some horses out there, Bucko. Come on.

Well, uh, uh, you-you better think

on what you're doing, Festus!

'Cause you better think on what you're doing! Help!

Don't move! We've got a dozen guns on ya.

All right, turn around. Turn around!

Tie 'em up.

Want to thank you, Festus, for helping us out.

We seen what you was up to, so we just waited for you.

Now you're in on it, too.

In on what?

The hanging.

That was the sentence of the court, wasn't it?

Let's go.

Oh, my gracious. Oh, my goodness.

Mr. Dillon? Mr. Dillon?!

Mr. Dillon?!

We was dancing and talking,

and... I'd had too many drinks,

and I-I don't know what I was saying. I...

Anybody in town'll take my word against hers, Marshal.

How come you won't?

You lied in court, Pop,

and they sentenced a man to death on account of it!

I can't help that. I told the truth.

I-I don't know any more about it.

Pop, a man is gonna die because of what you said.

Now, do you think you're gonna be able

to live with that memory?

Bucko's probably been guilty of murder more than once

and got away with it.

I see. So it's all right to lie about Bucko,

but with Festus, it's different, huh?

I didn't say that!

Well, what did you say?

I said...

I don't know what I said!

You lied about Bucko, the way it sounded to me.

April, you stay out of this.

You've caused enough trouble already!

Pop, what did you say?

I don't know what I said.

There's one thing we both know,

and that is, Bucko was here that night.

Now why don't you get it off your conscience?!

I-I can't, Marshal.

I don't dare. He-He'll kill me!

Come here! I'll tell you something, Pop!

You may be an old man,

but I'll kill you myself if you don't talk!

All right.

I-I lied.

I...

I lied about Bucko, and... I lied to the court, and...

And Bucko was here that night just like Festus said he was.

They both had the same to eat and drink,

only I didn't put it in the book.

I was scared to. I was...

just trying to save my own skin. I...

I'm-I'm a rotten old coward, Marshal,

and I can't help it! I-I can't help it!

Can't help it.

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April!

Well, what are you doing in there? Where's Bucko?

Will you pick up them keys and let me out of here?!

Well, I-I don't know if I ought to.

I mean, if the marshal put you in there,

he might have had some reason for doing so.

Mr. Dillon didn't put me in here!

It was that fool boyfriend of yours!

Get the keys and let me out of here!

- Festus? - Will you open up the door?!

Well, where's Festus?

Well, he's gone to a hanging, more than likely.

- Hanging? - Yeah, there's the key.

Just put it in there, and-and then turn it. Open up the door!

What do you mean, a hanging?

Well, I'm not talking about the Monday wash.

Put the key in there and turn it!

I've got to find Mr. Dillon. Do you know where he is?

Yeah. He's at Benton's boarding house.

Oh, thank you.

But what do you mean, a hanging?!

I ain't got time to jaw. Oh, heaven's sakes,

you'd forget your head if it wasn't screwed on

the way you're gabbing.

Chester, will you please tell me what you are talking about?

All I know is that they took him towards the west end of town,

and they was figuring on hanging 'em, both of 'em.

Both of 'em?! You mean Festus, too?

Maybe he hid it someplace else.

Well, I guess maybe he did.

I always kind of figured maybe he'd keep it around handy

in case he had to leave town in a hurry.

I'll bet he got the idea when Bucko lost that button

and-and didn't notice it.

Then he come over to my place,

and called me outside and threatened me.

Am I gonna have to go to jail over this, Marshal?

Perjury's a crime, Pop.

You lied under oath.

But I had to lie. He said he'd kill me.

Well, I don't know.

Maybe the judge will take that into account.

Mr. Dillon?!

Mr. Dillon, Bucko's out.

A-A mob's got him. They're gonna hang him.

Let's go, Pop.

Well, if a feller don't get it one way, he gets it another.

Papa always said...

us Haggens is born to be hung.

I got my hands loose.

That's good You can wave good-bye to 'em.

Now, I'd like to say that doing one's duty

is not always a pleasant chore,

but decent, honest citizens have got to support

the demands of justice.

You wouldn't know justice

if it snuck up and bit you in the seat of the pants.

You'd do better if you spent your time

making your peace with your creator!

I got more peace than you'll ever have,

you hidebound old honyock you.

All right, bring 'em on. Let's get this over with.

Get the ropes on 'em.

Stop it! Bucko ain't guilty!

The marshal just found it out!

- All right... - Get her out of here! Get her out of here!

No! Stop! No! Let me down!

- You get out of here! - Stop it!

- You let me go! - Now you stop this right now!

- Stop! Festus! - Hold her!

She'll get hurt!

Get out of here.

Stop! No!

- Let me down! Stop him! - You get out of here!

Stop it right now!

Thanks, partner!

Drop me! You can't do it for both of us!

Grab 'em, somebody! They're gonna get away!

Hold it!

Chester, kill the first man that moves.

Yes, sir.

Festus!

You all right, Bucko?

Yeah, I think so.

Much obliged for my life, Marshal.

You men think those masks are hiding something, do you?

Get 'em off, all of you!

Now, Fickett, you ought to be really proud of yourself.

This is the way an upstanding citizen acts, is it?

Marshal, they're killers, both of them.

And we were told that the law was gonna turn 'em loose.

The law's still gonna turn 'em loose.

If you want to know why, ask your friend here.

Pop decided to tell the truth, Curly.

He told us the whole story.

Pop can't be relied on.

He's getting a little soft in the head.

Save your breath.

We found the money in your room.

Ah, Pop, you old fool. I warned you.

All right, all you men get on out of here.

I want you to be in Judge Bent's court

at 9:00 in the morning.

Now, go on.

I'm sorry, Bucko.

I didn't want this to happen.

Aw, don't give it a thought, Pop.

A man don't get a chance

for an experience like this every day.

I'm real fond of both of you, you know that.

I-I don't know why I did it.

- I-I just... - Chester, um...

you want to prefer charges against Festus here?

Well, Mr. Dillon, the way that I figure it,

if he hadn't of busted Bucko out of there,

I think them other fellers would have,

and in that case, why, they'd more than likely

have been a lot meaner about it than he was, and-and it just...

Yeah, I think I see what you mean there, Chester.

Yeah.

April?

Why don't you take these two fellas home,

and see if you can keep them out of trouble for a while.

Marshal, what are you fixing to do with Pop?

Well, I don't know. I haven't decided yet.

Well, if it's all right with you, we'll take him home.

All right, you run along with them, Pop.

Oh, and be in my office in the morning.

Yes, sir.

Well, Mr. Dillon, sometimes I think

that you're just too soft-hearted to be a lawman.

I doubt that Curly'd agree with you there.

Come on, let's go find Doc.

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