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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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'Tain't much to show for a season's growin'.

Enough for to buy seed come plantin' time.

Corn would've fetched a bigger price.

Could be.

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How long you gonna be gone?

Well, just a few days, Kitty.

Long enough to get Chad Follet into prison.

You're not gonna stay for the hanging, then, huh?

Oh, not if I can help it.

How's he taking it?

Well, I think he's got some idea

that his brother, Lige, is gonna get him out of it.

I haven't seen Lige since the trial.

He's been staying out of Dodge.

That's not like him.

You know, I think this whole thing is on his conscience,

Chad trying to be like him.

There's only one difference: Lige hasn't been caught yet.

- All he needs is time. - Yeah.

Well, I better get started.

- Mm. - Thanks for the coffee.

- You're welcome. - Hello, Matt.

- Hello, Doc. - Hello, Doc. -Kitty.

- So, going to Hays, huh? - Yeah.

Guess you thought Lige Follet was gonna stay out of town, huh?

Well, I was hoping he would. Why?

He's out there in the street,

right across from your office right now.

Well, see you later.

Sit down, Doc.

- How about some coffee? - Yeah, fine.

Freddie, bring us another cup here, please.

Golly, he should've taken my advice in the first place

and locked that Lige Follet up, too.

This has got to be quick, Caleb.

I'm awful... busy in there.

Well, it won't take but a minute, Mr. Jonas.

I got... 14 bushels here,

and they're field-fresh, too.

You know, potatoes ain't bringing the price they did.

Ma'am.

Haven't seen you two in quite a spell.

Yeah. Well, chores and all.

There ain't all that much in Dodge for us.

They all like this?

Well, uh, lack of rain and all, you see.

Kind of stunted.

Yeah. The... first of the season.

14 bushels, you say?

Yes, sir.

I'll give you $20 for the lot of them.

Oh, well, no, I-I was hoping for...

Best I can do.

Well, that won't cover the cost of seed

for next planting, Mr. Jonas.

I'm sorry, Caleb, but $20 is it. Now, if that ain't enough...

Oh, no, wait a minute, M...

All right.

That'll do.

Well... put 'em in here.

When you get finished, come to the store, I'll pay you.

I need some salt and things.

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- Hello, Quint. - Hello, Matt.

Well, what are you doing here?

Well, I brought Follet's horse over.

He said he owes me for boarding it a couple of days.

I see.

I've been thinking about closing up shop for a little while,

maybe, uh, going to Hays City with you.

What do you think?

That was kind of sudden, isn't it?

Well, business has been kind of slacking off lately.

Mm-hmm.

You, uh, see who's across the street?

Yeah, I saw.

What are you gonna do about it?

Quint, there isn't much I can do about it.

Well, those two brothers been mighty close, Matt.

You go out on that street,

and Lige is gonna take a shot at you.

If not out there, on the way to Hays.

Could be.

- Quint, will you do me a favor? - Sure.

Get Chad out of there, put these on him and bring him outside?

All right.

I'm not gonna let you take my brother to get hanged, Marshal.

Your brother killed a man, Lige; he's gonna have to pay for it.

That one needed killing.

How about the others? How many?

I haven't bothered counting.

Now, you go on home. You go back to your ranch.

My brother ain't gonna hang.

You're not gonna get in the way, Lige.

If he dies, Marshal, so do you.

Ain't gonna do you no good to lock me up.

It'll be the same when you turn me loose.

I'm gonna kill you, Marshal.

Get going.

Guess I won't be closing up shop after all.

Look, throw him in jail for me, will you,

let him go in a couple of days, Quint?

Keep an eye on things for me while I'm gone?

Sure.

I meant what I said, Marshal.

Lige, help me. I don't want to hang.

Now, you take care, boy, and don't fret.

I'll set things straight.

Come on.

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Can't see for looking, can you, dog, dog, dog?

Planking round the well pump needs mending.

So does the chimney... The stove's smoking again.

You know how old I am, Dorcas?

Hmm?

I asked you if you... knew how old I am.

I'm 43 years old.

I'm an old man already.

And I ain't never lived.

You ailing?

Think there's got to be more for me than what I've seen.

What are you talking about?

Well...

all my life this is all I've known.

- So? - I worked my pa's farm

from the time I can remember until...

Until what?

Say it.

Did marrying mean all that to you?

It was as much your sin as it was mine.

A sin dead and buried.

Well, maybe things would've different

if there had been a young'un.

Left to you, we'd have had a whole houseful of 'em.

Well, would it have been all that bad?

- Yes, it would. - Well, why?

It's one thing to dream of young ones,

it's another to have 'em.

All they add to is more cooking, more scrubbing, more chores.

No, that ain't no fair way to talk, Dorcas.

Fair talk or no, we got just what we was meant to have

right from the start.

Well, I can't believe that.

I just can't.

Think there's got to be more than this for me.

- More than what? - Well, living the way we do.

It ain't really living at all.

Seems like our lives are just blowing away

with the wind and the dust.

A little bit faster every day.

You see any way to make it different?

You're a dreamer, Caleb.

Oh, I seen you, looking out over the fields,

the far hills... there ain't anything out there for you.

Maybe there is, though.

Caleb, listen to me.

The Good Lord marks out certain men in this world

to amount to something, and they do,

there's no two ways about it.

The others...

Are you saying I'm one of them others?

You're doing the saying, not me.

Well, I just can't believe that kind of thinking.

The Lord don't turn his back on nobody.

- I just can't believe that. - Well, maybe you don't.

But it's sure proving out around here, ain't it?

20 years you've been trying to dig a farm out of this dust,

and you ain't got the job done yet.

Way down...

you don't like me much, do you?

What I feel about you don't matter.

There's nothing to be done about it anyway.

We're married, we got each other,

thick or thin, from here on out.

Well, maybe...

maybe I go to Dodge,

I'll get me a job, things'd be better, even for us.

You? In Dodge?

Who'd have you?

You don't know a trade.

I could learn.

Can't fix the packin' on a pump, keep a stove from smokin'.

It's a big world out there, Caleb.

You'd never last. It'd beat you.

You'd come crawling home.

So go on with your dreaming.

It's the only place you'll ever amount to anything.

Face it, Caleb...

you're a failure.

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Dorcas.

Maybe I won't be here in the morning.

I don't know that it'd make a whole lot of difference.

I mean it.

I might be gone.

I don't think so.

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Oh, dog, dog, dog.

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If you're smart, Lige,

you'll go back to your ranch and stay there.

Just as soon as I settle things with the marshal.

It's the court that hanged your brother, not the marshal.

He was the one that arrested him.

If I remember right, it was murder, wasn't it?

What happens between us is no concern of yours.

I might make it my concern.

That would suit me fine, half-breed.

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Morning.

What you doing in Dodge?

I just come.

Well, you was here just a couple days ago.

I come here to stay this time.

- Stay? - That's right.

What, did you sell your place out there?

Oh, no. My wife's gonna keep on living out there.

Oh?

I see.

Bye, Mr. Jonas.

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- Help you? - Oh, uh, is the marshal in?

No, he's gone out of town a couple of days.

Oh. Well, thank you.

Something on your mind?

Uh, well...

no, I just... I just wanted to pay my respects.

Pay your respects?

That's right.

I seen what he done the other day on the street,

the way he handled that... that Follet fella.

Oh, that was fine.

That was... that was just fine.

Yeah?

Uh, I...

Kind of hard to explain, but...

I Just... sort of felt

I just wanted to shake his hand.

He-He's the kind of man you'd be proud to be a friend to,

'cause he amounts to something.

Yeah, well, uh, most people feel that way.

Oh, sure. Sure, they do.

Well... there's time.

I'll... I'll come back.

Thank you.

- Good day. - Good day.

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You...

- Oh! - Oh.

Ma'am, oh, I am sorry, ma'am.

It's all right.

I hope I didn't hurt you none.

Nobody's hurt; just give me that.

I'm always being clumsy.

- Could I help you with those? - I can manage.

No, I didn't mean nothing by that, ma'am.

I just thought that with all them...

I know exactly what you thought, but you're wrong.

- Now, if you'll just... - No, truly, ma'am,

I-I meant no offense.

Okay, forget it.

I can manage, really.

Thank you just the same.

Yes, ma'am.

Howdy.

Hi.

How's it coming?

I'm afraid not so good.

Can I give you a hand?

Think you can fix it, mister?

Well, I spent half my life patching things

and the other half mending the patches.

The wheel won't stay on.

Yeah, well, let's take a look here.

Will it fix?

We'll just make it fix.

It's always falling off.

Yeah, well, a three-wheeled wagon

ain't much good, is it?

- No. - It makes a bumpy ride.

I reckon it does.

You live hereabouts?

Just passing through.

Laying over while Pa has the team shod.

We're from Ohio.

Oh, you don't say?

Yup. We're going to California.

My, that's a long way off.

Not when you go a little ways at a time.

That's so, ain't it?

You ever been to California?

No, I'm afraid not. I never been any more than 50 miles

in any direction in all my life

from where we're sitting right now.

You ought to go sometime.

Pa says it's real pretty.

Well, I've gone my little way for now.

Maybe someday.

Now, let's see if this is gonna work.

- Yup. She's finished. - Boy.

Now let's see if she works.

In you go. There.

Good as new, mister. Thanks.

- You're welcome. - Well, bye.

- Bye. - Thanks a lot, mister.

You're welcome, son. Bye.

Bye.

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What'll you have, mister?

Um,

beer.

How much is it?

Ten cents.

Beer, please.

Thank you.

Help yourself.

But... how-how mu...

Oh, go on, help yourself. It's free.

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Well, it worries me.

It's just a bad situation all around.

Any way you look at it, you shouldn't have...

You shouldn't have let him out.

You act as if it was my idea.

Well, no, I'm just making a plain simple statement of fact.

He's over at Delmonico's; you heard what he said.

- Yeah, I heard him. - Well, that's what I mean.

Well, what do you want me to do, lock him up again?

Lock who up?

Why don't you sit down, Kitty?

What are you two arguing about?

Well, he went and let Lige Follet out of jail this morning.

Now Lige is over at Delmonico's, and he's shooting off his mouth

and making the same threats he did, you know.

- What'd you do that for? - 'Cause Matt asked me to.

Told me to keep him for two days

and let him out, and that's what I did.

Well, Matt's usually right about these things.

Well, sometimes I doubt that,

and this is one of the times.

When's Matt coming back? Did he tell you at all?

Well, he should be back tomorrow.

Shouldn't have let him out.

I'll tell you what, Doc.

Why don't you go ask Lige Follet if he'll please go back to jail?

Oh, shut up.

Why don't I buy you boys a beer?

Fine.

No.

- Whiskey? - Fine.

No.

I'm going to bed.

Good night.

You made him mad.

I never seen him any other way.

Good evening.

Good evening, mister. You leaving so soon?

Oh, no, no, I just, uh...

Well, then sit down. I'll let you buy me a drink.

Oh.

I haven't seen you in here before. You new in Dodge?

Oh, no, ma'am. No, I lived here all my life.

I've got me a farm a short way from town.

Oh? Well, now, how about that drink?

What'll you have?

Yes, uh, uh, two beers, please.

Beer?

Oh, now, wait a minute, mister.

- I don't... - I'm sorry, ma'am.

Whatever you want then.

Well, that's better.

I have seen you before.

Yes, ma'am.

You're the one I bumped into this afternoon.

Oh, now, ma'am, that was my doing.

The man said two beers, Freddie.

Sure.

I guess I owe you an apology.

Oh, no, ma'am. Do you want a whiskey?

- I'll buy you a whiskey. - Beer's fine.

I sure did have you figured wrong.

Ma'am?

My name's Julie. What's yours?

Uh, Caleb, ma'am, Caleb Marr.

Well, my.

I'm pleased you sat with me.

Well, thank you, Caleb.

Sure is a rousing time in here, isn't it?

Oh, they manage to make themselves think

they're having fun.

You in town on business?

No, I'm here...

just to be here.

Good for you.

Thank you very much.

Well, here's to...

just being here.

Miss Julie,

I think it's only right that I say it.

Um...

I'm a married man.

Well, now, Caleb, I'm...

I'm glad you told me.

I think your wife's lucky to have a man like you.

No, it ain't so.

It ain't been right with us for a long time now.

That happens, I guess.

It's partly why I'm here.

You could say it's partly the marshal's doing, too, I reckon.

Marshal Dillon?

Well, uh... I can't rightly say it in words,

Miss Julie, but, uh, well,

I ain't done much with my life,

and I reckon

it'd have made no difference to nobody

if I'd never lived or not.

And my coming here won't change that.

But, uh, well,

a couple of days ago,

I seen him, the marshal,

do something.

I'm a man, too, Miss Julie.

Well, maybe if it takes saying, it ain't so.

I don't know. But a man's got to feel that he...

means something,

if only to himself.

I do run on, and to a body

I don't even know.

It's a compliment, Caleb.

Oh, well, I reckon that what I said

just don't make no sense,

but it's scary, Miss Julie,

feeling this way

and not rightly being sure

just what to do.

Well...

Good evening, Julie.

Hello, Lige.

How about a drink?

Uh, not right now, thanks.

Got a full bottle.

Half of it is yours.

Me and the lady is talking.

Well, now, side buster, I know it's mighty important,

but I wasn't inviting you.

Well, you got your answer.

Don't you get hard-nosed with me.

Now listen, you.

You go find somebody else to drink with.

You mind who you're talking to.

- Leave him alone, Lige. - Leave him alone?

He's the one getting mouthy.

You're the one that said them things about Marshal Dillon.

- Trouble, Julie? - Only with this plow pusher.

I don't like his kind butting in.

I don't care what you like.

Why don't you take your bottle someplace else, Follet?

- Someplace outside the Long Branch. - Why?

Well, it so happens there's some things about you

that I don't like, either.

Like what's between me

and that marshal friend of yours?

Now, you heard her. You get out.

- You shut up. - Out!

All right,

but we'll take this up another time, mister.

I never done that in my whole life.

Hey.

Hey, get up.

Get up.

I didn't mean no harm.

What are you doing here?

Well, I figured I'd be gone by the time you opened, Moss.

Yeah, but how come you slept here?

Well, I didn't have the what all to pay for a room, so I...

Well, I don't mind,

but it's just a surprise coming on you here.

Say, was you drunk last night?

No.

They say you gave Lige Follet a toning down last night.

Oh, well, no, no. I just...

Folks say that you stood up and faced him right good.

Now, Moss...

Did me good to hear it, Caleb.

I'm just that pleased about the whole thing.

Moss, I don't want you to get the wrong idea.

Now, you don't need to say anything.

I heard the whole thing.

You did?

Yes, sir.

And you know, when he's pushed to it,

there's no telling what's inside a man.

Thanks, Moss.

Well, good morning, Caleb.

Morning.

Understand I missed out on some big doings last night.

- That so? - Over at the Long Branch.

Oh.

Well, I'll say one thing.

I never figured you for the likes of that.

- You didn't? - Well, now, don't get me wrong, Caleb,

but I have known you for a good many years,

and, well, the thing you said to Follet...

Wasn't all that much.

Well, not every man would've done what you did.

Well, you're making more out of it than what it was.

I ain't making nothing. I'm just going on what I heard.

Well, I... guess I'll go get myself some breakfast.

- Yeah. - Hmm?

That coffee ready yet, Sam?

It'll be a few more minutes, Miss Kitty.

Oh, good morning, Sam.

Good morning, Doc.

Kitty.

Morning, Doc. What brings you out so early?

Well, I wanted to ask you something.

Oh, you're gonna be busy, huh?

Just counting the money.

Well, I hear I left a little early last night.

You had some excitement, huh?

What are you talking about?

Well, everybody tells me

that Caleb Marr told off Lige Follet in here pretty good.

They had a little quarrel.

Well, when anybody has a little quarrel

with Lige Follet, they usually get hurt.

Well, I don't know Caleb Marr too well,

but he sure didn't seem very concerned to me.

Well, I know Caleb Marr pretty well,

and he's just an old dirt farmer, Kitty.

Kind of timid, you know, at that.

That's what makes it so surprising to me. I just...

Was he drinking?

Caleb, I mean?

Beer. Sure wasn't whiskey talking.

Well, you know Lige Follet well enough to know

that he's not gonna let anybody make a fool out of him

for very long.

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Caleb?

Oh, Miss Julie.

Last night, you-you said you were a man.

In a way, you showed it.

Oh, Miss Julie, I didn't really...

I want to know just what kind of a man you think you are.

Ma'am?

Lige Follet's coming this way.

I expected.

He's mean... and he gauges a man only one way.

Oh?

That doesn't mean he's right,

or-or that your meaning has to be the same as his.

Yes, ma'am.

He can't force anything if you don't wear a gun.

Oh, I know.

So don't let him force you into something foolish.

Just remember, Caleb,

a real man makes his dying count for something.

I've been looking for you.

I figured you would be.

And supposing we take up where we left off, huh?

Well, it's over and done.

Oh, no, it ain't.

Not with what's being said around this town, it ain't.

You know the truth of it as well as me.

The truth is, sod buster,

we're gonna finish it right here and now.

I can't fight you.

Oh, I'd have thought different,

with all them things you had to say last night.

What do you want?

You made a fool out of me. What do you suppose I want?

I ain't never wore a gun in my whole life.

Uh-huh.

Then you really don't have much

to back up all that talk of yours, do you?

Nothing but what I believe.

And that's what?

I'm waiting.

That...

I was... I was wrong

to say the things that I did.

Louder.

That I was wrong

to say the things that I did.

All right, sod buster, we'll...

we'll forget about the whole thing,

but you ever look crossways at me,

and I'll stomp you good, do you hear?

Oh.

Caleb,

you did the right thing.

Did I?

It would've been stupid to let it go any further.

I backed down

'cause I was scared.

Not because what you said,

but because I was scared.

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No, I am sorry, Caleb, that's just the way it is.

Well, I just thought you could use some help around the store.

Yeah, if... if I need help, I'll let you know.

Now, move on. You're blocking the way.

I'm sorry.

Afternoon, Doc.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing. Why?

Well, Caleb "blocking the way."

What do you mean, talking to him like that?

Oh. Doc, I cannot stand a man

who pretends to be something he ain't.

Well, now, what's that supposed to mean?

Well, you heard what happened at the Long Branch last night?

Well, yes.

Nobody told you what happened this morning?

Just about everybody in town, yeah.

- Well... - Well, what?

Doc, Caleb Marr is a fraud!

You make me sick.

Now, what did I do?

Caleb?

Caleb.

Dr. Adams.

Now, I just want you to know

that not everybody in this town is as hardheaded as old Jonas.

- I understand. - Well...

Why don't you just go on back to the farm?

No, I can't do that.

Well, why not? It's your home.

Well, no, it's just one more way of proving what I ain't.

Well, I don't know what you mean by that.

Dorcas is right... There is no place for me to go.

Well, you just can't wander around on the street now.

I appreciate what you're doing, Doc.

Well, I'm not doing anything except...

Please, will you leave me be?

No-no offense, mind you, but...

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Dog.

Come on, dog.

Well, come on here, boy.

Well, you come looking for me, didn't you, huh?

Well, good dog.

Good dog.

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Moss?

Hello, Marshal.

Well, hello, Billy.

Say, Moss ain't here tonight; I'm watching things for him.

Sure good having you back.

Well, it's good to be back, I'll tell you.

You sound pretty tired.

I am.

Billy, would you give him a little extra grain?

He's kind of tired, too.

Okay, I'll do it.

- Night. - Good night.

Marshal?

Who is it?

It's Caleb Marr.

- Oh, Caleb? - Are you going back to your office?

Yeah.

Well, you mind if I walk along with you?

Not at all.

So, what are you doing in town this time of night?

Well, I'm living in town now, Marshal.

Oh, did you give up your place?

No, no, I didn't, but there's some things

I wanted to talk to you about.

That is, if you can spare me the time.

- Sure. - Hold it, Marshal.

Don't you move a muscle.

I've been waiting for you to come back.

I might have figured you'd been here, Follet.

Only I didn't think you were gonna make it so easy for me.

I didn't figure you'd press it so far.

Is that a fact?

Don't drop the gear, Marshal.

I'll let you know when.

You may get a shot off, but I doubt it.

That'd be murder.

You shut up.

All right, Marshal.

I'll be fair.

I'll give you a count of three.

That's your idea of fair, huh?

It's a better chance than you gave my brother.

One, two...

No!

Caleb, don't you worry. You just rest easy.

We'll get you up to Doc's.

What happened, Marshal?

He stepped right in front of the bullet

when-when Follet shot.

Miss Julie?

Caleb.

It...

It counted for something.

Didn't it?

Yes, Caleb, it...

it did.

Oh.

Dog, dog.

Dog.

Did you know him well, Julie?

Not too well.

It's a funny thing. He...

He said he wanted to tell me something.

I wonder what it was.

I think I know.

What?

That...

you were the kind of man

he wanted to be.

I see.

It was important to him, Marshal.

Very important.