Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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You gonna leave them rabbits for the horse to stomp on?

- Have you cleaned 'em, Milton? - Uh-uh. What is that, Ma?

Laundry.

- Oh. - Did you hear me, boy?

Get them rabbits away from the horse!

And get that horse unsaddled!

I gotta tell you everything!

There's some, uh, people camped out yonder.

About two or three wagons of 'em.

Oh, is that so?

How far?

A mile or two.

Oh, now, wait a minute, don't unsaddle the horse.

Where you going?

- I'm going out to that camp. - What for?

Well, it ain't none of your business,

but, uh, maybe they got something worth stealing.

This ought to last us the night, anyway.

Hey, looks like we got a visitor.

- Howdy. - Howdy.

You all staying here long?

Well, just another night.

We're heading for Dodge City.

This, uh, your land we're on here?

No, I ain't got no land.

You all alone?

I got a family.

Just might go into Dodge ourselves.

Oh, well, you're welcome to throw in with us if you like.

Oh, thanks, thanks, but it ain't that much of a trip.

Well, I reckon I'll see you in Dodge.

- Well, sure. - Good luck.

Oh, that's my wife, and my son.

Well, so long.

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I want my coffee!

It's comin'.

You forgot the sugar!

We're out of sugar.

We're out of sugar, we're out of potatoes,

we're out of soap, we're out of dang near everything, ain't we?

Well, it ain't my fault, Bert.

We're out of everything except your whining,

and I'm sick of it.

Aw, very well, you can eat now.

We're going to Dodge.

Dodge City?

Well, that's right, son.

You figured that out real good.

You mean you're gonna get a job?

Oh, you ain't never gonna come to know me, Bess.

It costs money to live in Dodge.

Well, now, don't get your spirits up, woman...

I didn't say we was gonna live there!

We gonna drink whiskey and gamble money

and all like that, Pa?

Nope.

We're gonna rob the bank.

Rob the bank.

You're kidding, ain't you, Pa?

Nope.

What's the matter, Bess, you got nothing to say?

You're gonna rob a bank, I can't stop you.

But you don't approve, do you?

No.

Well, maybe you'll change your mind if I come

over there and knock my fist in your head a few times, huh?

I ain't sure I care no more, Bert.

Well, you better start caring, Bess,

you better start caring hard.

Now, you listen to me, I got me a little plan in my head,

and I aim to see it out, and you're gonna help me,

you hear me, you're gonna help me without a squeak out of you!

Now, Pa... don't go hurting her, now.

Oh, why, you big stupid ox, how'd you like a bullet

right where it'd hurt the most!

You mean you'd shoot me?

Well, anybody as worthless as you,

I'd be doing us all a favor.

Oh, you ain't really gonna shoot me, are you, Pa?

Well, you don't behave, and see how fast I will.

I'll be good.

Eh, that's what's so discouraging...

You'll probably never give me an excuse to shoot you.

- Oh, Bert... - Oh, shut up, shut up,

and listen to me.

I went over to that camp looking for something to steal.

- Well, I found it. - Found what?

And I'm going for it tonight, alone.

- Well, what'd you find? - Something to help us

rob the bank... I got it all figured out, the whole business!

Well, what is it, Pa, the thing you found?

- A baby. - A baby?!

No. No, Bert. Bert, no.

N-Not some woman's child, not a baby. Ple...

Yes, a baby, a cute little baby,

and you're gonna handle it like it was your own.

You hear me? You're gonna be the lovingest mama

in the whole state of Kansas, you hear me?

Huh? You understand?

And you're not gonna let on to nothin', see?

You're gonna play the game right!

It's gonna be your baby!

Your baby!

The Bardens sure turned in early tonight.

Yeah, they was both tired.

Jane was, especially.

She ain't been feeling up to snuff recently.

Well, when we get to Dodge, she can see the doctor.

- If they got one. - Now, they're sure to have a doctor.

Oh, I'd like a cup of that tea, if there's some left.

You bet there is. You just set right down there.

- Baby sleeping all right, Grace? - Mm-hmm.

Been asleep for some time now.

Here you are, Grace.

Oh, thank you.

What was that?

Mm... it's Jimmy.

No, no, wait a minute.

Come on!

Jimmy?

- He's gone! - Oh, no!

- It was Injuns! - Had to be. I'll get my rifle.

You tell Barden to take care of the women!

He's gone.

He's not anywhere!

- Jim... - I'll find him, Grace.

I'll be back before you know it.

Jimmy...

Jimmy...?

Pa? Somebody's coming.

Bess?

- What is it? - We got visitors.

One of them's the papa of the baby.

- What'll we do? - Well, nothing.

Just keep the baby's face covered if they get nosy.

- What if it cries? - What difference does it make?

He's your baby... or do I got to learn you that all over again?

- Whoa... - Howdy.

Hey. Ain't you the fella that come by camp yesterday?

Name's Clum. Bert Clum.

And this here's my boy, Milton.

Well, I'm Jim Fisher. This is Harry Cline.

Where's your wagons?

Back at camp.

See, I got trouble, Clum.

Injuns stole my baby last night.

No! Injuns!

Well, now, are you sure?

Well, what else?!

You seen any sign of any of 'em?

Oh, there ain't no Indians around here.

How would you know? You been everywhere?

The boy ain't overly bright, you understand?

Th-That's a baby.

Well, that little son of a gun woke up.

Uh, Bess?

Bess, come out here and say hello.

This here's my wife, gentlemen.

Ma'am.

How do you do?

Excuse me, the baby's crying.

Well, uh, having a baby of my own,

I know just how you feel, Mr. Fisher.

Why, them dirty redskins,

they wouldn't stop at nothin', would they?

Well, I'll get 'em.

Sooner or later, I'll get 'em, Clum.

So long. Let's go.

I sure wish you a lot of luck!

First time I ever been accused of being an Injun.

Hyah there!

Get your hand off the table, will you?

You know, there's only one thing bothers me here.

Yeah, what's that?

Uh... I hope you're not gonna be a sore loser, Doc.

You better worry about yourself, not worry about me too much.

What have I got to worry about?

Well, the lack of humility and success kind of looks bad.

Eh, well, I guess you're right...

Beating you wouldn't be much to crow about anyway.

How'd you like that?

Well, I think a man that brags about his pool playing

is just confessing to the world

that all he does is practice all day.

Whoa, now, Doc, I, uh, I tell you, I look on this 50 cents

I'm about to win off you as wages.

Well, now, hold it, you think that you're gonna be able

to make this very difficult shot here?

Uh, would you mind just stepping aside a little bit?

Well, now... you, uh, you gonna be available tomorrow?

No, I plan on making some calls out in the country.

Well, I think it'd be a little more profitable for you

if you'd come in here and practice.

Lookie there, now, there are some pilgrims

that are kind of down on their luck, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's too bad.

Oh, I don't know, Doc, they could suddenly

come into some money, like I did.

No, I think you can tell by looking at them

that they have to work for a living.

Come on, I'll buy you a beer.

What, out of your retirement fund?

Whoa.

Fine-looking bank, ain't she?

What are we stopping for?

I'm admiring the bank.

Pa, what do folks put money in banks for?

So's we'll know where to find it when we need it, son.

I wish it'd burn down.

You shut up.

Hold these. I'm gonna look things over inside there.

And when I get back, we'll find a place to make camp.

Right here in the street?

No, you fool, at the edge of town.

Now you sit tight.

Ho, ho!

Marshal.

Yes?

Jim Fisher, Marshal.

This is my wife, Grace.

How do, ma'am.

Well, something I can do for you folks?

Well, uh... you know anything about Injuns, Marshal?

Well, I've had some dealings with 'em, why?

They stole our baby.

- What?! - Two nights ago.

We was camped with two other wagons, up by Blue Springs.

Grace here hadn't left the baby for more than five minutes

and them Injuns grabbed him and ran.

Jim and Harry Cline tried to find him.

But they-they couldn't find a trace of them.

We finally just... give up, come here to Dodge.

We're camped down by the river now.

Well, what makes you think it was Indians?

Well, white men don't go around stealing babies, do they?

Look, Marshal, I need help.

I just ain't enough of a plainsman

to handle this thing alone.

- I tell you, I got an idea. - Yeah, what?

There's a blacksmith down the street here that knows a lot

about Indians... you want to go down and talk to him?

- Well, gladly, Marshal. - All right, I'll meet you there.

I told you coming here was a smart thing to do.

Giddyup.

That's about all I can tell you, Quint.

They disappeared just like they'd been pulled

straight up into the sky.

You didn't see anything else the night it happened, huh?

No, nothing. First I heard him cry.

Then horses. Just like I told you.

Just, uh, one horse, you figure?

I'm pretty sure of that. See, obviously, all he done

is ride out and join the rest of the party.

There was no sign of anything the next morning?

See, it rained just before dawn.

There could have been a dozen redskins in that party.

We never would have found no tracks.

Well, what do you think?

Wasn't Indians that stoled your baby, Fisher.

What?

Just isn't anything Indian about any part of it.

What are you talking about?

Well, they just don't do things that way, that's all.

Oh, they don't, huh?

No, they don't... I mean, what use would they have

for your baby, anyway?

Well, nothing, just murder it, that's all.

If they wanted to murder it,

they would have done it at the wagon.

Look, how long you known this man, Marshal?

Long enough. Why?

Well, how come he pretends to know so much about Injuns?

He's not pretending.

See I'm... I'm half-Indian, Fisher.

- You're what? - My mother was a Comanche.

Oh, then I take it back.

You wasn't pretending.

All you been trying to do

is cover up for them dirty redskins.

And place the blame on some white man.

That's enough, Fisher.

All he's been trying to do is help you, and so have I.

Well, you got a mighty funny way of helping, is all I can say.

Giddyup.

Well, I guess we didn't make any friends today, huh?

No, but you can't blame a man who just lost his boy.

No. Well, I'll go out and have a talk

with him after a while, Quint.

- So long. - So long.

All right, now you all follow me and do what I say.

We're gonna rob the bank now, Pa?

Of course not, you fool.

And you keep your stupid mouth shut.

Why'd I have to bring the baby, Bert?

Well, I'll tell you now.

I want the people in the bank to get used to seeing us,

to start thinking of us as a nice, respectable family,

with a little baby.

The last people in the world to suspect

of robbing a bank, is that it?

Well, now you're catching on.

You stole a baby just for that?

For that and cover, too.

What?

After the robbery, ain't nobody gonna shoot at Milton and me

if we're standing behind a woman with a little baby,

now, are they, huh?

Oh, you're a worse man than I thought, Bert Clum.

Oh, you're going to bed early tonight, Bess,

with lumps all over you.

Now follow me.

Yes?

Is he in?

Just a minute.

Mr. Botkin?

Yes?

Uh, there are some folks here to see you, sir.

All right.

If you'll step this way, please.

Thank you kindly.

Mr. Botkin, sir. I'm Bert Clum.

And this here's Mrs. Clum and my son Milton.

And that there is our newest gift from the Lord.

He blessed us with another boy.

Bert Junior, and I'm proud to say it.

Ah, so, uh... Oh, uh, how do you do?

Hello.

Oh, please, please, sit down.

You'll have to excuse me, Mr. Botkin,

but I'm so doggone proud of my little family here

that I just plain get carried away sometimes.

Well, now, you better wait outside, sweetheart.

Now, I won't be long.

And you, take good care of your dear mother, you hear?

A man with a family like that is a rich man,

wouldn't you say, Mr. Botkin?

Rich and blessed by the Lord.

You should have seen me on the day my baby was born.

Why, uh... Oh, but now I'm wasting your time.

You're not concerned with family matters.

Well, it's all very interesting, Mr. Clum, but...

what is it you want?

Well, I'm a stranger in Dodge, Mr. Botkin.

I don't know a living soul.

Well, outside of you, now, of course.

Well?

I need your advice, Mr. Botkin.

I've got a little money saved up... oh, not much, you know.

Just about $1,000, and, uh, I'd like to invest it in something

like land or work or a little business to run.

You know, something like that.

And you want me to recommend something?

Oh, I'd be mighty grateful if you could help me somewhere.

Course, I hate to be a bother, you know.

Oh, it's no bother at all.

I suppose I could go ask around in saloons and such, but...

my pa, he taught me that it is un-Christian to go into saloons.

Mr. Botkin, do you know

that I have never had a drink in my life.

Well, that's very admirable, Mr. Clum, but, uh...

Yes?

Excuse me, Mr. Botkin.

I didn't want to keep this money outside there any longer.

Jake Worth's waiting to see you.

Uh, tell him I'll be a few minutes.

Yes, sir.

Well, I better go; I've taken up enough of your time.

You can be thinking about that, if you'd like.

Why don't you drop in tomorrow? We can go into it further.

Well, I'll do that.

It's been a pleasure to meet you, sir.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye, sir.

Cover the baby so they don't see him.

- What? - Cover its face, you hear?

Oh, it's the baby's pa.

No.

And its ma. Now you keep it like that,

no matter what.

Hello. This is my wife, Grace.

- How do, ma'am. - Hello.

M-May I see your baby?

Uh...

Well, she's got to keep it covered up, you know.

Doctor's orders.

Oh, I'm sorry.

It's his eyes, poor little thing.

The light hurts them. But the doc says

he's gonna be just fine.

Oh, I'm sure he will.

Did you ever find them Injuns that stole your baby, mister?

No.

But I'm going out again just as soon as I can.

You're very lucky to have your baby.

Yes, I-I know.

I can't tell you what it's like.

Now, now. We'll find him, Grace.

I swear we will.

I wish you luck.

Thank you. We'll see you around.

- Bert... - Mm?

After it's over... The-the bank thing and all...

You'll see to that woman gets her baby back, won't you?

You two beat it on back to camp.

I'm gonna take on a load of whiskey.

I got it coming.

Mrs. Fisher.

Marshal, I have to talk to you.

Come in.

Here, won't you sit down?

Have you found anything about my baby?

No, I haven't, Mrs. Fisher.

I wish that I could say that I had.

Would you like a cup of coffee?

No, thank you.

Well, it'll do you good.

I shouldn't have come here at all.

Mrs. Fisher, if there's anything I can do to help you,

you know I'd... I'd be glad to.

Why don't you tell me about it?

Thank you.

I'm just a wife, and I know I shouldn't interfere.

But I love Jim too much not to.

Well, is he doing something wrong?

He's drinking a lot with Bud Barton

and Harry Cline out at the camp.

Who are they?

We're all traveling together.

He's drinking so much. It-It's not like him.

Well, he's got a lot on his mind.

You've got to go out and stop him.

Well, there's no law against drinking, Mrs. Fisher.

And I can't stop him unless he gets himself

into some kind of trouble.

Well, that's just it... He is going to cause trouble.

What do you mean?

He's talking so wild.

He's talking about coming to Dodge

and settling with that blacksmith, the Indian.

Oh, I see.

He's a good man, Marshal, he...

he's honest and he's decent.

I'm afraid for him.

Please, you've got to go out and stop him.

There's no law against drinking,

and there's no law against talking either.

But I'm gonna keep an eye out for him, if he comes into town.

In the meantime, why don't you try to stop worrying about it?

I can't help but worry, Marshal.

Mrs. Fisher...

Look, your husband comes into town,

he gets into some kind of trouble, I'll stop it.

I promise you.

Thank you.

At least I've warned you.

Thank you for telling me.

Good night.

They could use some more beer at that table.

Sam, bring Quint a beer.

And one for me, too.

What are you trying to do, make a drunk out of me, Kitty?

You're not rich enough... it wouldn't be worth the trouble.

Thanks a lot.

- Here's to you. - Thank you.

Do you think you ever will be rich?

Well, I don't know, Kitty.

Uh, you trying to marry somebody off or something?

Yeah. Me.

Oh, well, I'll have to think about that for a while.

Don't bother.

No mere man could ever figure it out.

Give us three whiskeys, barkeep.

To start with!

Ain't you had about enough, Fisher?

If you'd been going through what I've been going through,

you wouldn't talk like that!

Aw, I guess you're right.

Hey...

there's that Injun I was telling you about.

You ain't got much pride, have you?

What?

Maybe you don't know it,

but you've been drinking with a dirty redskin.

You trying to tell me that Quint is half-Indian?

I call him a dirty redskin.

Look, I know you got problems, Fisher.

Don't bother me right now.

Dirty redskins ought to be dead.

Every last one!

Come on. Let's get him.

You just made a bad mistake, Injun.

I don't think so.

That don't matter 'cause you're gonna get shot anyway.

You leave him to me, Barden.

I'll shoot.

Hold it.

All right, get out of here, and take him with you.

Now, wait a minute.

I'm gonna fight this Injun, Marshal,

and I don't need no gun to do it.

Never mind about that.

Serve you right if I let you fight him.

Now get out of here, or I'll throw you all in jail.

For a U.S. marshal,

you keep mighty strange company.

Such a sweet little baby.

Oh, you're so sweet.

You know something, the way you carry on

with that baby, you'd think it was your own.

Well, ain't that how you told me to act?

The last thing I told you is to sew them pockets in that coat.

What do you want pockets inside your coat for, Pa?

To hide the money in, Milton.

Oh, for when we rob the bank.

Well, you know something, you're getting smarter and smarter.

I swear I see it growing in you.

You talk like that to me all the time, Pa.

Oh, but I mean it, boy.

I'm proud of you.

You're the apple of my eye, don't you know that?

Really?

I wouldn't lie to you, boy.

- Bert, don't! - Oh, shut up.

We're going back into town. Come on.

What for?

I want to pay another visit to that bank.

Don't you want me to finish this first?

You can finish that later.

Come on, let's get the horses hitched.

Yes... well, there we... All right.

I sure do thank you for all your help, Mr. Botkin.

I'll think things over and come back tomorrow.

Fine, fine.

Excuse me.

Oh, my fault, Marshal. My fault.

Oh, Marshal, this is Bert Clum. Marshal Dillon.

- He's a newcomer here. - Nice to meet you.

Gonna settle down.

Oh, fine. Say, Mr. Botkin,

here's the papers you asked for the other day.

Thanks. I'm glad to get 'em.

Uh, Marshal, my family's just outside.

They'd be mighty proud to meet you,

uh, if you ain't too busy.

Not at all.

Bess, honey, this is Marshal Dillon.

My good wife, Marshal.

And this is my son Milton

and our newest born, another fine son.

Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

Welcome to Dodge... I'm sure you folks will do well here.

Well, thank you, Marshal. Thank you.

I figure a man with a fine and loving family like mine

behind him can't miss doing real good.

I'm sure you will.

Pa, we got a loose shoe here.

- What? - Old Jim's got a loose shoe.

Well, there's a blacksmith just down the street.

His name's Quint Asper.

He's good and he's cheap.

Well, by golly, we'll go there right now.

Nice to have met you.

Milton... follow me.

You see that cellar window?

I spotted it yesterday.

What about it?

Well, there's a good foot of space in between the ground

and the floor of the building.

That's a good idea, huh, Pa?

Good idea's mine.

We're gonna come back here tonight, see,

and we're gonna shove a whole lot of things in there,

you know, papers and chips and whatnot,

all soaked in kerosene.

What for?

Well, tomorrow, when I'm in the bank,

you're gonna come back here

and you're gonna throw a match in there.

You're gonna set the bank on fire.

Say, I'll enjoy that.

I thought you would.

Come on.

What was all that about?

Oh, just explaining things to Milton.

About what?

About the bank robbery tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Milton knows his job now.

Yours is to sit there holding the baby.

And if I need to, I'll run out and get behind you.

You explained all that before.

They won't shoot at a woman and a baby.

Right, but I don't expect any trouble,

so I'll just come out and we'll drive off.

And if they follow you out of town,

you still got me and the baby for cover.

Well, now, what's wrong with that?

Ain't nothing you'd understand, Bert.

Then watch your mouth. All right, Milton, get in.

We got to go down to that blacksmith's shop.

Go on now, boy.

Giddyup...

- Hey, Quint. - What?

Are you gonna keep that up all day?

Well, it's what I'm getting paid for.

Look, if you're so edgy,

why don't you go out and work it off someplace?

Well, how would you suggest that I do that?

You might go out and arrest somebody and drag 'em back

in here and stick 'em in the cell till they rot.

You know, I don't like these jails

any better than you do, Quint.

Listen, I don't even like to be anywhere near this place.

Well, you keep up that work, Quint.

You'll probably be out of there before long.

You know, tomorrow, I'm going fishing.

All day long.

I got your note at the blacksmith's shop

that you'd be here, Quint.

I'd like to talk to you.

I'm right here.

First off, I want to say that coming here was Grace's idea.

In fact, she made me come.

That's not important, Jim.

It is to me!

Uh, I know about last night.

Jim was very drunk. He...

he's worried about our baby.

Don't apologize for me, Grace.

Somebody has to.

Please go ahead, Jim.

I want to make you an offer, Quint.

I mean, I'm not asking any favors.

I'll pay you for it.

All right, what is it?

Well, this is Grace's idea,

and I got to admit it was a pretty good one.

I want you to ride out and find them Injuns

and then ask 'em how much ransom they want for our baby.

We'll give them everything that we have.

I know I'm not the one to do it,

but it should be an easy chore for you.

And I'll pay you for whatever you think it's worth.

Just bring our baby back.

Please do it.

Mrs. Fisher, didn't you hear

what I told your husband yesterday?

Doggone it, Marshal, can't you force him

to go after those redskins?

- Fisher, he's telling you the truth. - Oh, sure.

Didn't you see anybody else out there at all?

No.

Jim, what about that one family?

What family is that?

Oh, I can't remember their names.

Just some family, not a bunch of child thieves.

Come on. We're wasting our time.

You know, Matt, I'm beginning to feel real sorry for that man.

Yeah.

So am I, Quint.

So am I.

Whoa.

All right, Milton.

By golly, I'm all excited.

If you get too excited, I'm gonna have to cut your string.

Now, you tie them horses, but loose, you understand?

You got the easiest job.

Oh, sure.

Well, you just sit there and you don't move

no matter what, you hear?

- I hear. - Mmm.

All set, Pa.

You got the matches?

Yeah. Right here.

Now, look, you wait a few minutes after I get inside,

and just as soon as you light it,

you get right on back to the wagon

and you, uh... you wait there with your ma.

I got it.

I got it all in my mind.

Oh, that's a poor place to have anything.

You always talk like that about me, Pa.

Oh, now, never mind.

You're gonna manage, Milton.

I'm counting on you.

You're the important man here.

- Why, thank you, Pa. - Mm-hmm.

Well, now I got to go inside. Go on.

Hello, Mr. Clum.

Is he in?

- Yes. Go right on in. - Thank you.

Well, good morning, Mr. Botkin.

Well, Mr. Clum. Come in.

Good morning. Good morning. Sit down.

Well, thank you, sir. Thank you.

- How's the family? - Oh, just fine, thank you.

Why, that young one's growing every day.

I swear, he'll be walking soon.

Yes.

- Before know it. - Yes.

Well, have you thought over the proposition

I mentioned to you yesterday?

Buying into Hank Lamott's feed store?

Yes, sir, I have, and it sounds like a mighty good deal to me.

Well, fine, fine.

For one thing, it suits my purse.

I got the money for it, but more important, it means

that I can settle down in town here.

That'll be good for the family, and, uh,

they come first, you know.

Oh, of course. Of course.

Well, now, Hank Lamott will be back in a couple of days,

and we can sit down with him and work out all the details.

I'm sure he'll be agreeable.

I hope so.

Yes, well, now, here's the last financial report from the store.

Perhaps you'd like to take a glance at it.

Well, thank you.

Fire! Fire!

- Fire...? - You mean the bank's on fire?!

Hey, come on, get out of here.

Fire!

Fire! Fire!

Oh...!

Where's your ma? And the wagon?

She was supposed to be waiting for us by now.

And what were you doing over there?

She was supposed to be waiting right here.

Oh...

Right here, she was supposed to be waiting.

Where-where-where where'd she go?

Oh, come on! Now we got to find her!

Come on, come on!

Harry, what are you doing here?

You left your cage unguarded.

- Oh, I... - More water! -More water.

The safe! I left it open.

Come on with the water.

That's better.

How'd this get started?

I don't know, Marshal. I looked up...

Marshal! Marshal!

Keep those coming.

- Marshal, I've been robbed! - Robbed?!

The safe in my office!

The money's gone!

I only left it a couple of minutes ago!

In here, Marshal!

Your dang fault!

Why didn't you go straight back to the wagon, like I told you?

I got all excited.

I forgot about Ma and the wagon.

She must have gone back to the camp.

Look, you better run out there and see.

I got to hide this money.

I'll find a place in the alley there, huh?

Now, you meet me right back here in five or ten minutes.

All right, Pa.

All right, be here, you understand?

- With or without her. - Sure.

Well, get moving.

- Harry? - Yes, sir?

When the fire started, and I ran out,

did you see anyone go into my office?

Into your office? No, sir.

But I wasn't watching exactly.

Well, where were you?

Well, I was over there by the front door.

And, of course, James here was all the way outside

enjoying the fire.

Anyone could have walked into my office.

I forgot to ask you, Mr. Botkin.

Uh, were you alone when the fire started?

No.

Bert Clum was with me.

Oh, but he ran out first.

He was gone by the time I got to my feet.

Well, I guess we better go outside

and make sure that the fire's really out.

Out for sure now, Mr. Botkin.

Hello, Marshal.

Mr. Clum.

You've been here all the time to watch this fire?

I sure have.

I wouldn't miss a fire for anything in the world.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Botkin.

I didn't mean I really enjoyed yours.

But it didn't do a whole lot of damage, did it?

Well, the damage was done inside.

Hmm?

Oh, nothing, nothing.

Well, then, I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Botkin.

- All right. - Marshal. -Sure.

Well, guess we better go back inside

and check for some more leads.

It's all my own fault, Marshal.

Leaving that safe open all the time.

Mind if I question your tellers again?

No, go right ahead.

She wasn't there?

No sign of her, Pa.

I looked both ways.

Where we gonna look now?

I got to think. I got to think.

Why look anywhere?

We don't need her.

Everything worked out perfect.

All we got to do now is, uh...

get the money and ride.

Uh, but Ma's got the horses.

Eh, let her have 'em.

We'll buy a couple.

But first, I'm gonna get a drink.

Now, you wait for me inside the saloon.

I got to go back there and get the... you know.

Move! Move!

Oh, no, now don't-don't you cry.

No... you're gonna be all right.

Yes, baby, you're gonna be all right.

Mrs. Clum?

Don't be afraid.

I'm Quint Asper, the blacksmith from Dodge.

I took care of that bay horse of yours the other day.

You remember?

Yes. Yes.

I was doing some fishing over there, and I heard a baby.

Your husband around?

No, no.

Well, what are you doing out here alone?

You shouldn't be out here.

You know that, don't you?

I just come out here to...

What's the matter? What are you afraid of?

You... you could do it.

I could do what?

Quint, are-are you a man of your word?

You're gonna have to decide that.

Well, I... I-I don't have much choice.

If... if I was to tell you something,

would you promise never to repeat it to anybody,

no matter what?

Yeah, I promise.

You swear?

I swear.

Well, this baby... it-it isn't mine.

I want you to take it back to its mother.

It's Jim Fisher's baby, isn't it?

They'd jail me if I took it back.

Then why'd you take it in the first place?

I... I can't tell you any more.

I've saved it from danger.

Now you got to get it back to its mother.

All right, I'll take it back.

What are you gonna do?

Oh, I... I got the wagon.

I'll go somewhere.

But you swore not to tell about me.

I, uh... I won't tell about you.

Baby's the important thing.

I'll get my horse.

Thank you.

Oh.

Ain't we ought to get going?

Wait till I finish my drink.

I'm getting nervous just standing here.

There's nothing to worry about.

Nobody suspects anything.

All we got to do is ride out slow and easy, and keep going.

What about Ma? What if she tells about the baby and all?

By then, we'll be in Colorado.

Now forget it, I'm telling you.

Now, one more, and then we'll move on.

Hello, Fisher.

Marshal.

I, uh, hear the bank got robbed.

Yeah.

Pretty lawless town, ain't it?

Always has been.

What's this?

It's Jimmy.

Grace?

Where'd you find him, Quint?

What difference does that make, Fisher?

You got your baby back.

You mean you got him back from the Injuns?

I told you before, they had nothing to do with it.

I believe that even less now.

Look, make him talk, Marshal.

We can organize a party of men and go after 'em.

Is there a reason you don't want to tell him who stole the baby?

There's a good reason, Matt.

All right, that settles it.

That settles nothing!

Jim, don't.

I-It's not important now.

That woman... she's got the baby.

- Where's Ma? - It don't matter.

She's turned us in, that's what.

Oh... What are we gonna do?

It's every man for himself, son.

Matt, my horse.

Hold it!

You... come back here.

What is it?

The bank was robbed, Quint.

I had nothing to do with it.

Where's your ma, Milton?

I don't know.

She run off with that baby.

"That" baby?

He done it. I didn't.

Did what?

I didn't steal that baby.

I didn't have nothing to do with it.

Neither did Ma.

Well, he's the one.

He done it.

Looks that way, Fisher.

Well, I guess I owe you an apology, Quint.

It's all right.

Where's Ma, Quint?

She's down by the river, Milton.

If I got a horse at the stable, would you take me over there?

Yeah, I'll take you down there.

I'll come back, Marshal.

My poor ma.

Pa never did treat her good.

And now all she's got left is me.