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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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Yes, can I help you folks?

- We'd like a room, please. - Yes, by the day, week or month?

- Three days. - Well, now, you can have the whole week

for a dollar and a half more.

Three days.

Sure, but if you change your mind later,

I won't be able to give you the weekly rate.

No, three days'll be fine... We're meeting a wagon train

that's coming through.

Oh. Just sign here, please.

You, uh, going to California?

Denver.

Doctor... Wesley... May.

Oh, a doctor, huh? You know Doc Adams?

Dr. Adams?

He has his office just down the street a ways.

Thought you might know him, you both being doctors and all.

I'm afraid I don't.

Oh. Well, I'll get your key.

There you are. That's room eight,

and it's at the top of the stairs,

down the hall to your right.

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Two more.

Hey, come on! My partner's carried two to your one!

What's the matter with you, boy, something wrong with your back?

Something the matter with your feet?

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That'll teach him to be civil when he talks to a Boake.

That'll learn you to fight your own fights.

Pick up that sack and let's get out of here.

Did you have to do that?

Shut up.

Excuse me. Let me through, please.

I'm a doctor. Excuse me! Please, let me through!

Excuse me, I'm a doctor. Step back, now.

Step aside here, now. Let me in there.

Well, Jamie, now, just tell me what happened here.

Couple of cracked ribs seems to be the worst of it.

Oh, is that so?

Well, you guessed right.

Some of you fellas pick him up here, will you,

and take him up to my office.

Now, take it easy. Don't bust him up inside.

You weren't guessing...

You're the doctor over at the Dodge House.

Yes, that's right. How did you know?

Oh, the desk clerk's also the town gossip.

I'm, uh, Wesley May, and this is my wife, Jennifer.

I'm Doc Adams. How are you?

- Hello. - Good to know you.

You're going on to Denver, I guess.

Yes, as soon as the wagon train gets here.

I'm sorry about that.

You know, I haven't had a chance to talk shop

with anybody in an awful long time.

Well...

why don't you have dinner with us tonight?

Say, now, there's a fine idea, but I got a better one.

You're gonna have dinner with me.

I caught two of the biggest, fattest catfish yesterday

that you ever saw, and I just been thinking all day

how I'm liable to eat myself silly tonight

on stewed catfish.

Stewed catfish?

Yeah, don't tell me you've never had catfish stew?

- I'm afraid not. - Oh, well, then that settles it.

6:00 at my office tonight.

Now, it's down the street and upstairs.

Now, I want to warn you, I can't say too much

for the atmosphere, but I'll tell you one thing...

there is not a restaurant this side of New York

that knows as much about catfish stew as I do.

You're sure it's not too much trouble?

If it was, I wouldn't ask you. - 00.

We could always tell him I came down with a headache.

- What do you mean? - Well, after all, stewed catfish?

Jennifer, we accepted the invitation,

and we're gonna be there.

Whatever you say, dear.

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It'll be just a few minutes.

I still feel we're imposing on you.

Oh, not at all, not at all.

There's a lot more catfish where those came from.

You ever fish any, Doctor?

Oh, not since I was a boy, I'm afraid.

Oh, I'll tell you, that's a shame.

Sitting out there on a crick bank all by yourself.

Why, I tell you, the whole world could disappear,

wouldn't mean a thing to you. I'm gonna take you fishing.

That sounds fine.

You wouldn't mind, would you, if I kind of stole him away

- for a little while? - That'd be up to him, Doctor.

Well, we'll see.

Say... oh, excuse us, Mrs. May... I want to know a little bit more

about this, uh, this carbolic acid spray.

Well, you read Lister's report, didn't you?

Yes, I did, and I'll admit, Doctor,

that, uh, this might make some significant changes

in the surgical procedures

- on some things. - Well, he proved that you can prevent

the development of pathogenic bacteria.

Yes, but, uh... you know, spraying carbolic acid

near an open wound...

Oh, he doesn't spray the wound itself,

as much as the whole surgical area,

with a Richardson hand spray.

Well, but still, Doctor... Oh... thunder.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, Louie, I haven't got any 25-cent pieces,

and I'm busy.

I don't want no money, Doc.

I just don't feel so good.

What've you been drinking this time?

Well, I found a little bottle of alcohol,

and I mixed a...

drop or two of berry wine...

- just for flavor, that's all, you know? - Mm-hmm. Mm.

And I haven't had anything else.

Well... got your own private stock here

all ready for you. Drink that.

Thank you, Doc.

Now, I would suggest

that you get a little something more in your stomach.

Okay, Doc. Thank you.

Now, just go on home and get some sleep.

- All right. - Be careful.

He'll be all right if he makes it down the stairs.

Yeah, well... he did.

One night he didn't; it's terrible.

By golly, we're all ready.

Doctor, would you just seat Mrs. May at the table?

Pull up that chair for yourself there.

There you are. I'm sorry I haven't got

anything else to offer you, but you're gonna find

that a couple of helpings of this

is gonna be a whole meal.

You go fishing a lot?

Well, just as often as I can, I'll tell you that.

But, you know, being the only doctor in town

keeps me pretty close to the office,

but I sneak away when I can.

You must have a pretty active practice.

Well, a little too active at times, actually.

You know, folks around here, though,

they, they're not really sick very often,

they just get kind of worn out, you know,

fighting the land, and what they want to hear from me most is...

for 'em to go home and get off their feet and get a good rest.

- And do you? - Well, yeah, most of the time

I do.

Uh...

you know, you could do worse, Doctor,

than to start your practice in a small town like Dodge.

I'll tell you... you could learn an awful lot

in a one-doctor town.

Hey, you're right.

This is good.

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Wes?

What, Jen?

What did you think of what the old man said?

- What old man? - Dr. Adams.

What did he say?

About your opening a practice in a town like this.

I mean, a one-doctor town.

Oh, I don't know, it makes sense, I guess.

He's right about one thing... You could learn a lot here.

I suppose so.

You'd have things pretty much your own way, too.

What do you mean?

Well, in Denver, you'd just be one

of out of maybe ten or 15 other doctors.

In a town like this, all you have to do is

hang out your shingle and you've got a ready-made practice.

That's right, I guess.

Wes... What?

Why don't we stay here?

I thought we'd already decided on Denver.

In Denver, we'd just be

at the very bottom of the ladder.

Here, we'd be right on the top.

Second from the top.

That's better than 15th.

Besides, you two seem to really take to each other.

Yeah, I liked him right off.

It'd be nice if we could start off someplace

where you had a good friend.

He really did ask us to stay?

I don't know, Jen.

Will you just think about it?

We're gonna be here a few more days.

All right, Jen.

I'll think about it.

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I suppose there's no need in asking

if anyone came in while I was gone.

No, you're the first one's opened that door all day.

You'd think that in almost a week,

somebody'd know we're here.

Well, maybe they know and they just don't care.

Sometimes I get the feeling you just don't care, either.

Jen, for the hundredth time,

you can't build a medical practice overnight.

Maybe we have the wrong kind of building plans.

Oh, well, we're gonna have a condolence call.

Oh. Hey, Doc, come in.

Well, Wes, Mrs. May.

- Hello. -How are you? - Well, sit down

and, uh, Jen'll fix us up some coffee.

No, no, no. I haven't got time for that.

I just wanted to come by and say hello

and see how you're getting along.

We're getting along fine, just fine.

Well, I'm glad to hear that. Wes,

I've been talking to folks, and I've told them that any time

I'm too busy or I'm out of town or anything,

that they're perfectly safe in your hands and I've asked them

to come over and get acquainted with both of you.

- I appreciate that, Doc. - Don't know whether it'll do

a bit of good or not. You know how country folks are,

they get set in their ways. You know,

get started with a doctor...

Or a grocer, for that matter...

Takes an earthquake to change 'em.

We appreciate your interest, Doctor.

But, uh, you needn't worry on our account.

We have as much business as we can handle right now.

Well, I'm certainly happy to hear that.

That's wonderful.

You know, sometimes getting started's awful slow.

I... I remember when I got started here.

Well, after about two years,

I knew that I had a successful practice

when I was able to get my sign repainted

and pay for it in cash.

I think that's wonderful. Well, I'm gonna be running along now.

Uh, you sure we can't fix you something?

No, no, I've got some calls to make.

Well, thanks for dropping by, Doc.

Maybe next time you can stay for supper.

You'd be surprised how a pretty girl like Jen can cook so good.

Well, I just may take you up on that.

I'll see you later.

What's the matter?

"What's the matter?" Don't you know what's the matter?

- I'm afraid not. - He's laughing at us.

- Dr. Adams? - Who do you think?

Well, that's not true.

Why do you think he just dropped by?

To gloat, that's why.

- Is that what you think? - That's what I know.

He's got this whole town believing he's the only doctor

in the world, and don't think he doesn't enjoy it.

Jennifer.

I'm sorry.

- But you're a good doctor. - So's he.

What makes you so sure?

Just because he knows how to slice open a catfish?

- That's not fair, Jen. - Well, what is fair?

We've gone through all our savings just waiting

for somebody to walk through that door.

And he's the one who told us to stay here.

No, no, he didn't, Jen.

Well, I don't care, I just know it's not fair.

But you're not Dr. Kinsella.

No, ma'am, I'm Dr. May.

Well, maybe you could help me, anyways.

My pup here broke its leg t'other day.

I'm sorry, but my husband is a medical doctor.

I'm sorry, too, but that don't help my pup none.

And this is Dr. Kinsella's office.

Was he a veterinarian?

- Huh? - An animal doctor?

Yes, that's right.

Oh, well, the man who rented us this office said

it's been empty for about a year,

but... I'll-I'll see what I can do for you.

That's right nice of you.

Wes?

Where you going, Jen?

The curtains don't fit.

I don't know when I can pay you.

All right, that's all right.

I'm sorry, Mrs. May,

and we do appreciate your taking us out to eat and all,

but my husband would skin me alive

if we didn't call on Doc Adams when the baby is born.

Isn't that right, Martha Lou?

Yes, Mother.

You think Dr. Adams is the only man

who knows how to deliver a baby?

Oh, certainly not.

Nine times out of ten, you don't even need a doctor.

Then why do you need Dr. Adams so much?

Well, you see, it's my husband.

Him and Doc Adams are daft on checkers.

Oh...

Once or twice a year Doc Adams gets out to our place,

and the first thing that happens

is, my husband brings out the checkerboard.

Now, isn't that the way it happens, Martha Lou?

Yes, Mother.

I think my husband is looking forward to that checker game

more than he is his own grandchild.

Well, I appreciate your problem, and I want you to know

that I think you're facing up to it very bravely.

I don't know that I'd have that kind of courage.

I don't exactly follow you, Mrs. May.

Well, it's hard for me to say.

Say what?

I... I'd better not.

Is it something about Doc Adams?

Please just forget anything I said.

But he'll be tending Martha Lou here.

And if there's something wrong with him,

then we certainly ought to know.

Well, let's just say it's dangerous

when a man holds human life in the palm of his hand,

and that hand starts to get shaky.

Oh, but Doc Adams isn't that old.

No, I didn't say he was.

You mean he drinks?

I've already said too much.

Well, every man in this town drinks some.

Some's one thing.

Besides, not every man in this town is obligated

to hold a steady knife.

My land, Martha Lou, checkers or no checkers,

we've got to do some thinking about this.

Isn't that right?

Yes, Mother.

Shall we have some more tea?

All I can say is, they're a mighty nice young couple.

Well, golly Bill, where was you at

when I was just talking?

Well, I was right here trying to do my work.

That's where I was at.

And all you can say is, "They a nice young couple."

Festus, why in thunder don't you just-just go someplace?

All right, Doc, I'll go.

And you just keep a-standing here a-fiddling

with your pill-rolling machine

while the wolves is sneaking down from the hills,

snarling fang, just snarling fang.

That's very poetic.

Well, maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing if they was

to run you out of town.

Sometimes a man sets around a-getting so fat

and ornery that he ain't no good to nobody.

Festus, let me ask you something.

Did Mrs. May actually say I was drunk, did she?

Well, that's sure what them women

over at Delmonico's thinks she said.

Them women at Delmonico's. There you are.

And you ain't fixing to do a thing about it, are you?

About what?!

Well, I done my dangedest to try to help you.

Couldn't be that things are just getting too dull for you

around here, could it?

Now, what in tarnation are you talking about?

Well, I'm talking about what I'm thinking.

I think you're trying to start a feud.

Why would I try to do that?

Probably so a good-for-nothing loafer like you

could have some excitement. Probably.

Doc, the onliest reason in the world I've came to see you

is because I don't want to see that no-good doctor

and that sassy wife of his'n run you out of town.

Now just a minute. Just be quiet a minute.

I want to ask you something.

Do you know that a little competition never hurt anybody?

Do you know that?

Now suppose some good-for-nothing, ugly,

flea-bitten cowboy rode into this town tomorrow morning.

Do you think I'd be worried about your job?!

Fat and ornery.

Snarling fang.

Well, Doc, Festus could be right.

Maybe they're trying to bad-talk you out of business.

Oh, for heaven's sake, what's wrong with everybody?

A young doctor and his wife come into town,

try to get started.

Now what's wrong with that?

Depends on how they go at it.

You lost any patients to him?

No, but there's two or three they could have

with my blessing.

That's the silliest idea in the first place.

Evening, Festus.

Evening, Matthew.

Miss Kitty.

What are you drinking to, old Doc a-leaving town?

What's a silly idea?

Oh, silly having two doctors in one town.

It's bad enough a-having one.

Back home, everybody does his own doctoring, Haggen-style.

The only way anybody ever dies is when he gets into his 90s

or in front of a .45,

the 90s or the .45s, that's it.

No, that's not it at all.

I'll tell you why the Haggens live so long.

Why?

Well, it's because they're too dumb

to know when they're dead, that's why.

There's probably dozens of Haggens walking around

that ought to be in a pine box.

And the only reason they're not,

'cause you can't tell 'em from the other Haggens.

Well, at least we ain't got no hee-hawing doctors

a-hurrying us into them pine boxes

'fore we're ready to go.

That's a terrible thing to say.

You're just not gonna be satisfied till you have

Dr. May and I at each other's throats, are you?

Doc, I'm only trying to help you out.

Festus, if you, if you don't stop meddling in this...

No need to thank me now.

Festus, you want to be careful you don't start

any trouble now.

Matthew... have I ever started any trouble?

Well, gotta be up by daybreak in the morning.

I'll see y'all directly.

By golly, of all the towns he could have wandered into

and he had to pick this one.

Jennifer... Would you like some coffee?

No. I'd like to talk to you for a minute.

What about?

Sit down, Jen.

Is something wrong, Wes?

I don't know. I hope not.

You sound serious.

You know that patient that came in to see me today?

Our first real live one?

I'm not likely to forget her.

- Mrs. Gort. - That's right.

She wants me to tend to her daughter

who's gonna have a baby.

I know. Martha Lou.

She said something that started me thinking.

You sure you wouldn't want some more coffee?

She said it was lucky I came to town when I did

before Doc Adams got so drunk he started sticking his knife

in somebody who wasn't even sick.

Why would she say a thing like that?

I don't know.

You've met her before, haven't you?

I've seen her around town.

Now, Jen, I think I'm a good doctor.

You're a wonderful doctor.

And I think I'm gonna have a good practice,

if not here, then someplace else.

But I want it to be because I am a good doctor,

not by lying or cheating or trampling on somebody else.

I don't know what you mean.

Now, Jen, I know you very well.

When you don't get something you want right when you want it,

you start pushing pretty hard.

You think I told that woman something about Dr. Adams?

- Did you? - Of course not!

Oh!

Just put those silly ideas out of your head!

Now I'm gonna fix us some coffee,

and we're gonna talk about something nice.

All right, that's enough.

Come on. Break it up now.

Break it up, you two.

Get up here now. Hold on.

- That's enough. - You...

All right, come on!

Let's get over to the office.

I want to find out what this is all about.

Mangy old mossy-horned moose hauled off and walloped me one.

Oh, you mule-skinning old garbage heap, you...

you were aiming to stop a dying man from going to see a doctor.

You're too full of spite to die.

All I done was to tell him

that Doc's yonder across the street.

You think I'm gonna let

that drunken butcher get anywhere near me?!

Now, hold on a minute here.

What have I been telling you, Matthew?

It so happens Doc Adams is a fine doctor.

Well, I heard different, Marshal.

Who from?

Friend of mine.

Said he heard Doc Adams been drinking some lately.

Well, Doc Adams doesn't drink any more

than anybody else around this town,

and he can hold it a lot better.

Well, if you say so, Marshal.

I say so, and I don't want to hear you saying any different.

Now, get out of here.

All right.

It's like I've been a-telling you, Matthew.

That doctoring yahoo and that she-wolf he's married to...

They're just a-flaunching and a-raring

to run old Doc out of town.

Now, Festus, look,

maybe you'd better just steer clear of the both of 'em.

I don't want to have to worry about you in all this.

Well, all right.

I feel a whole heap better anyhow.

Maybe what I needed was to roll around in the dirt a little bit.

Well, just be sure you steer clear of them.

- Where you going to? - I'm going over to see Doc.

Oh, hello, Dr. Adams.

Mrs. May.

You wanted to see my husband?

Well, yes, I kind of wanted to see both of you.

I'm sorry. He's out right now.

Hmm, well... you tell him I stopped by.

I certainly will.

Wait a minute. On second thought,

kind of like to talk to you.

You mind if I sit down?

Oh, please do.

Thank you.

Is something wrong?

Now, why would you ask that?

Oh, I don't know.

Just seemed funny that you'd want to talk to me.

Well, there just might be something wrong.

There's a lot of talk around town.

Some of it's not very pretty, and most of it's about me.

Now, I know how folks like to gossip.

And usually with most of 'em,

the worse it is, the better they like it.

But this has reached a little beyond the gossip stage.

I don't know what you mean.

I think maybe you do.

Mrs. May, I'd like to think that the things

that you and your husband have been saying about me

are not quite as bad as some people would have me believe.

- Now, look here... - Mrs. May...

I want you to know that I... I'm trying to understand this.

I remember years ago when I was a young doctor,

about your husband's age, I'd studied hard.

I was ready to become a doctor.

A good one... and a rich one.

I was gonna make up for all of those years of doing without.

There's nothing wrong with making money.

No. No, certainly not.

But if that's all you had in mind,

you certainly came to the wrong place.

Now, I like Dodge most of the time.

Like the people in it.

But not because I'm getting rich off of 'em.

Before we came here, you were the only doctor here.

You must have been making plenty of money.

I'd better set you straight about that.

Now, I wouldn't expect you to understand,

'cause you haven't been out of Dodge.

You haven't seen the shacks,

the farmers breaking their backs,

trying to make things grow out of this dust and rock.

You have any idea what my usual fee is?

Bunch of carrots, or a dozen eggs maybe,

or if I'm lucky, a couple of chickens.

But most of the time, it's a...

a warm, friendly handshake, and a "Sorry, Doc,

but we'll pay you as soon as we can."

I just thought of something.

I got to make a couple of calls right near town.

I'd like you to ride with me.

- But my husband... - Won't take very long.

And I think it's kind of important

that you see what I mean.

I'll just get my shawl.

Something bothering you, Mrs. May?

I was just thinking about those people we just saw,

the Johnsons.

They're so poor.

And having to take care of those two sick babies.

She seems so old.

How old do you think she is?

I don't know. About 50 maybe.

She's 33.

- Oh, no. - Doc Adams?

Oh. Whoa. Whoa.

I was just coming in to get you, Doc.

Well, what's the matter?

It's my husband. He can't move.

You got to come.

Well, I'll be right there.

Get.

It happened while he was sharpening his plow.

It slipped and cut his leg open.

It was bleeding pretty bad, but it didn't pain him very much,

so he just tied an old rag around it.

When did it happen?

Oh, three or four days ago.

We didn't think it was nothing serious.

As a matter of fact, my boy, Jared...

He rode out to check on some traps

we got set up in the hills.

Well, he wouldn't have gone if we thought it was bad.

Is it bad, Doc?

Mr. Boake's a very sick man.

Will he die?

I'm gonna do all I can for him.

What is it?

It's gas gangrene.

Oh.

Mrs. May, there's a bag out in my buggy.

I'll get it.

Boake?

Boake, I want to talk to you.

No!

No. I ain't gonna let you do it, Doc.

- Boake, just... - No!

- Just hold on a minute. - No. No.

Hold on a minute now. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Boake, I can't do anything about this

unless you agree to it, but I say let's...

let's take the leg off.

No!

Doc, I've been farming this rock pile for 20 years.

Finally got the place paying for itself.

You walk in, want to make me a cripple.

You ever seen a one-legged man riding a horse, Doc?

Ever seen one working a plow?

We can fix up something for you to walk on.

Wooden leg, huh?

I'm a man, Doc,

not some old worn-out chair.

Boake, I'm gonna give this to you straight.

Either I take that leg off,

or you're gonna be dead in the morning.

That's straight?

That's straight.

And if you take it off?

I don't know. 50-50 maybe.

Man without a leg ain't even a man.

Somewhat more of a man, I'd say, Boake,

than if you were six feet under ground.

I got a 50-50 chance if I let you do it?

Point is, otherwise, you got no chance at all.

Go on.

Hack it off.

I'll have to sterilize these instruments.

Mr. Boake?

Who are you?

My name's Jennifer May.

My husband's the new doctor in town.

So?

He might be able to help you.

You heard Doc Adams.

He could be wrong.

What do you mean?

Well, I don't know, but maybe I think my husband...

Spit it out, lady.

What about your husband?

Well, maybe he knows something Dr. Adams doesn't.

I mean, about new medicines or treatments or something.

You mean, he could fix me up

without taking my leg off?

I don't know. Maybe.

How quick can he get here?

In about an hour probably.

Doc? Forget it.

I changed my mind.

Boake, it's pretty serious.

You might as well head back to town, Doc.

No. We'll do what we agreed on.

No.

Guess you've been talking to Mrs. May.

I believe my husband can save his leg.

I'd like to save his life, Mrs. May.

You don't need that gun, Boake.

Decision's yours.

You get back to town, Doc.

Well, I guess you can't put it much plainer than that.

And I can't either.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Boake.

Wes, Wes, Wes!

- Jennifer? Where were you? - Oh.

I was so frightened you weren't here.

A man named Hadley Boake wants to see you.

It's his leg.

What's the matter with it?

Nobody seems to know.

Do you know where he is?

Yes.

Let's go.

Wes?

Too far gone.

If we'd been able to catch it earlier...

He's going to die?

The only chance we have is to amputate.

I'm afraid, even then.

The water's still hot.

What?

In case you want to boil your doctor's tools

like Doc Adams done.

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He's dead, isn't he?

Giddyup.

Matthew?

You reckon there's anybody living up yonder on the Moon?

Uh, I don't know, Festus. Why?

Well, no reason.

Just appears like there's a whole lot of open range

up yonder.

Whoa.

I'm going to see Doc Adams.

You coming with me or not?

I can't.

Don't you think you owe him an explanation?

Don't, Wes, please.

Jennifer, I think it's important that you come with me.

Don't you understand? I can't face that man.

All right, I'll go and see him by myself.

I'd better get used to doing things that way.

I'll see you later.

Hey, Doc.

Just wanted to talk to you for a minute.

You thought maybe you'd just walk away from it, huh?

- You're Boake's son. - That's right.

And I seen what you done to him, you butcher.

He didn't have a chance to live.

Then why didn't you let him die with both legs on?

- That was the only po... - Shut up.

I just wanted to hear you say it.

Hold it.

Get down off the horse.

Festus, take him to my office, will you?

I want to talk to him later.

Get your horse and come on.

Boake's son did this?

Yes.

Matt, help me get him inside.

We'll have to take him into his office.

Excuse me a minute.

Easy now. Steady.

Wouldn't you like to sit down, Mrs. May?

I can't, Marshal.

Now, look, you have nothing to worry about.

He's in good hands.

Mrs. May?

Oh. What's the matter?

- Is it Wes? - No, no. Just hold on.

He's fine. Breathing normal.

He's out of danger.

Now, here, you just get yourself some rest.

I don't want to.

Well, however you feel about it.

Doctor?

I just want you to know how ashamed I feel.

I don't even know how you can stand

being in the same room with me.

No, now, that's all over.

It's not over. I told you about Mr. Boake.

If I hadn't done what I did, he'd probably be alive

right now.

And Wes wouldn't have almost died.

Now, just a minute.

I want to tell you about that.

Your husband's gonna get well... That's the most important thing.

Mr. Boake...

well, he had about one chance in 1,000 when I first saw him.

But you told him 50-50.

I know that.

I had to get his permission to do a thing like that, you know?

Well, I never did think he had much of a chance.

But there was still a chance.

I know how you feel, Mrs. May, and I-I won't deny

that I... I think you did a pretty terrible thing.

But I think very possibly the worst thing you've done

is not thinking enough of your husband.

Everything I did was because I thought about my husband.

I didn't say "about."

I said "of."

You know, when a man looks in the mirror,

he'd kind of like to see something in there

he can respect.

Pretty hard to see anything

when his wife's standing in front of him.

Doctor,

how soon will it be before Wes can travel?

Oh, I'd say... a couple of weeks.

I think we'll be moving on to Denver.

It's what Wes wanted in the first place.

Besides, it'll be easier to make a fresh start.

Can't tell, I might even turn out to be a pretty fair wife.

Well, I'm gonna run up to the office.

I'll check on him.

Doctor?

Thanks.

Almost everyone around here calls me Doc.

Doc.

Thank you.

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