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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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Whoa.

Dodge City, everybody out.

Hey... - Oh-ho!

I'll have your bags down for you in a jiffy, ma'am.

Thank you.

I'll bet you're the new schoolmarm we're expecting.

- Oh, no. - A lady preacher?

Oh, be careful with that!

It's full of bottles.

Bottles?

What are you, a lady whiskey drummer?

Oh... Oh, no.

Not whiskey bottles; perfume bottles.

Oh... Now, you ain't come to Dodge

to preach us temperance and save our souls, have you?

No.

I've come here to make a home with my husband.

- Oh... - Husband?

Yes.

Perhaps one of you could direct us to him.

His name is Calvin McConnell.

But... but... he knew we were coming.

Oh, maybe he was called away on business.

Out of town, well, that's it, ma'am.

He was called out of town.

Um, maybe Sy Sherne could tell you more about him.

Sherne?

Well, he and your husband was business partners.

- Oh. - Kind of.

I'll try to find him for you.

Thank you.

Is anything wrong, Ma?

Oh, no, son.

Everything's just fine.

Morning, Festus.

Well, Matthew...

you fixin' to go someplace, are you?

Well, I've been telling you all month

I'm going up to the Colton trial, remember?

Oh. Clean forgot about that.

And I want you to do something for me

while I'm gone, too, Festus.

Keep an eye on things around here.

If there's any trouble,

you just send me a wire up there, all right?

Well, I'll do my best, Matthew.

Only I don't... Only what?

I don't think you'd ought to leave right now.

Why not?

Reckon somebody's gotta tell you...

Solid McConnell's wife just come to town on the stagecoach.

Are you sure?

Sure, I'm sure.

Bag, baggage, young'un and everything,

and she's asking about her husband.

Anybody tell her anything?

Ain't nobody got the nerve.

Well, y-you ain't fixin' to tell her

actual what happened, are you?

Well, I can't very well do that.

Well, what are you gonna tell her, then?

I don't know, I'll have to think of something.

Ma, why is everybody looking at us?

Oh.

Well, that's because we're strangers in town, dear,

and people are always curious about strangers.

Mrs. McConnell?

Mr. Sherne.

Well, no, I'm Matt Dillon, ma'am.

I'm the marshal here in Dodge.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I was told to expect a Mr. Sherne.

You know, I can't understand

why he wasn't here to meet us.

Unless my letter got lost.

Well, uh, maybe I could help explain that to you.

Would you have a minute to stop by my office?

Why, of course, Marshal.

Come along, William.

Oh, Mrs. McConnell, this is Festus Haggen, here.

- How do you do? - How do, Mrs. McConnell?

This is Billy, Festus.

Billy.

Uh, maybe you, uh...

could tell Billy a story or two for a minute

while I talk to Mrs. McConnell?

Of course I can.

I got a whole passel of 'em.

Every one of 'em's true.

Come sit down, Mrs. McConnell.

Marshal... my husband...

he's in trouble, isn't he?

Mrs. McConnell, I don't know any easy way to tell you this.

Your husband's dead.

Dead?

But... but how?

Well, it was... it was kind of an accident.

You see, there was a shooting out here in the street

- two or three weeks ago... - "Kind of an accident"?

You mean you're trying to tell me

he was killed in a gunfight?

That's about it, yes.

It's-it's hard to explain to someone like you, that's...

But aren't you the marshal?

Is it not your job

to prevent terrible things like this happening?

Or doesn't that badge mean anything to you?

I know how you must feel, Mrs. McConnell.

Oh, really?

Is that because you're accustomed

to telling women like me

that their husbands have been shot down dead in the streets?!

I'm sorry, ma'am.

You're sorry.

Well, perhaps you could tell me who did it.

Uh, no, I... I can't.

Not... not exactly.

Not exactly?

I see.

- Mrs. McConnell... - Good day!

Well, appears to me like you just ain't her favorite marshal.

Well, I can't say I blame her, Festus.

She comes all the way out here to find her husband,

and I have to tell her that he's been killed.

Well, that scamp had it coming.

What'd she say when you told her how it was did?

I didn't tell her that part.

Well, what in the thunder did you tell her, then?

I told her it was an accident.

I reckon it was, in kind of a way,

but golly Bill, Matthew,

- you can't just keep... - Festus, look,

it's bad enough having to tell a woman she's a widow

without having to tell her that her husband died

because he was shot while stealing cattle.

What do you reckon'll happen

when she finds out what the truth is?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe she'll get on the stage

and go back where she came from.

Ma, where's Pa?

Never mind. I'll tell you later.

Are we gonna stay here? Are we?

You bet your life we are!

Here, Willie.

Is there something I can do for you, ma'am?

Yes, you can.

Do you know of a good place we can stay

that's clean but inexpensive?

Well, why don't you and the boy just sit down here,

rest yourselves, and I'll see what I can do.

Thank you very much.

Come on, Willie.

That's very kind of you.

Well, it's the least we can do

after what happened to your husband.

You knew Calvin?

Most everybody knew Solid McConnell, ma'am.

Willie, go look around the town, huh?

Okay.

Then maybe you can tell me who killed him.

You mean the marshal didn't say?

Oh, yes.

The marshal told me he had been shot,

but he didn't seem very anxious

to tell me who did it.

Well, ma'am, I'm sure if the marshal can't tell you,

well, there's nothing that I could say that would help.

Excuse me.

Mrs. McConnell?

Yes?

I'm Sy Sherne, your husband's partner.

Oh... Mr. Sherne, am I glad to see you.

Do you know who shot my husband?

Do I know...?

Well, of course I know, Mrs. McConnell.

Everybody in town knows.

- What? - Uh...

maybe we'd better start at the beginning.

You see... your husband and I

were actually partners in several ventures...

Marshal... Herb, something wrong?

Well, I don't know as you'd call it "wrong," Marshal,

but Mrs. McConnell's over at the stage depot

trying to find out who killed her husband.

You tell her anything?

Nothing.

But I don't think it's gonna take her long to find out.

Look who she's talking to.

And the next thing I knew,

they brought your husband back into town

shot full of holes.

Back into town?

You mean he wasn't killed here in Dodge?

No.

The shooting was not an accident?

An accident?

Mrs. McConnell, your husband was shot in a gunfight

by the marshal of Dodge City.

The marshal?

Oh... that's so hard to believe.

Well, ask anybody.

Even better, there's the marshal himself.

Ask him.

Uh-oh, here she comes,

madder than a wet hen.

There is just one thing I want to know from you.

Did you or did you not kill my husband?

Is that what he told you?

I'm asking you the question.

Mrs. McConnell, it isn't quite that simple.

Then it's true.

You killed him.

You're a murderer!

No, ma'am, I'm not.

But there's times when I'm tempted.

Do I understand that you called Matthew a killer?

Well, I wouldn't expect you to go along with that, Festus,

you being a friend of his.

That's right.

I sure am.

Well, come on.

Get up.

I'll get on you like ugly on a ape.

Did you see that?

He's a killer, just like the marshal.

You'd better not try me.

You're liable to find out, knot-head.

Oh, that... that hurts.

Mr. Sherne, you say that everyone in town

knew the marshal shot my husband.

Yeah, that's right.

Well, then, why hasn't someone done something about it?

Especially you... You were his partner.

Well, yes, I was, but...

he wasn't exactly my kind of partner.

Now...

if you'd like to take over his share,

I'm sure there's a little money left in the kitty.

Mr. Sherne,

how much is there left in the kitty?

Oh, I don't know,

I suppose there's, uh... $80, $90.

$80 or $90?

Then Calvin's share would be $45, right?

Well, I suppose so.

Could you put the $45 in my hand right now?

Thank you, Mr. Sherne.

And for your honesty,

I will consider this complete and full payment

of my husband's partnership with you.

Well, that's very generous of you.

Thank you, Mr. Sherne.

You've been most helpful,

and I'm sure you'll continue to be.

Yes, madam? Welcome.

I, uh... I want to buy a gun.

Oh, that's quite understandable, lady.

You know, history to the contrary,

women have always protected themselves.

Now, I have just the gun for you.

Now...

the derringer is the perfect weapon for a lady.

It's light, accurate,

simple to manage and adequate to the task.

Observe the superb workmanship,

the delicate engraving...

No, I want a real gun.

Like this one.

Oh, no. No, madam.

No. That's a man's gun.

It-It's much too heavy for you.

Try it.

You see what I mean.

Yes, I see very well what you mean.

How much is it?

Well... $22... Here you are.

Oh, no.

P-Permit me.

Permit me, madam...

I'll make you a gift of the difference in prices.

The derringer is yours.

Like all sweet men,

you just make things more difficult.

Now, Festus, don't forget.

If there's any trouble around here at all,

you just send me a telegram in Hays City.

Golly Bill, Matthew,

you don't have to keep a-harping on it.

I got it the first time.

All right.

Well, I'll see you later, then.

See you.

MRS. McCONNELL: How long is he going to be gone?

Uh, beg your pardon, ma'am?

I said, how long is he going to be gone?

Oh, a couple weeks, maybe three.

But don't you fret about a thing,

'cause I'm gonna be right here till he gets back.

So am I, Mr. Deputy.

So am I.

Pardon me.

Good morning.

Oh, good morning, Mrs. McConnell.

You know who I am?

Well, news travels real fast in Dodge, ma'am.

Most everyone knew your husband.

Why, he was in here almost...

Is there something I could do for you, ma'am?

Well, yes, as a matter of fact, you can.

I understand a Miss Russell owns this, uh...

Saloon, Mrs. McConnell.

That's Miss Russell.

Oh.

Thank you.

Um, Miss Russell?

I'm Mrs. McConnell.

Yes, I know.

Well, I... I don't know quite how to say this.

I find myself in rather an awkward position.

You see, I have a son to support

and-and no money.

You'd like a small loan

to get you back to Boston.

Oh, no. I want a job.

A job?

Yes, uh...

I've been told I have rather a nice voice.

I used to sing in a choir.

Um... I thought perhaps singing to the men

while they were drinking... Well, I...

I don't really know what to say.

Well, could you give me an audition?

Uh... well, I, uh...

I don't suppose that could do any harm. I...

Uh... why don't you come back about 2:00

and in the meantime...

Thank you very much, Miss Russell.

Thank you very much!

♪ Darling ♪

♪ I am growing old ♪

♪ Silver threads ♪

♪ Among the gold ♪

♪ Shine upon my brow ♪

♪ Today ♪

♪ Life is fading ♪

♪ Fast away. ♪

Well, that was very nice.

You have a nice voice.

Oh, thank you.

Um... but I'm afraid my customers

don't lean to that kind of music.

What do you mean?

Well, they're a real rough bunch

and they come in here to drink

and look at the pretty girls and laugh and...

Well, maybe I could try something else.

Uh... how about this here one, ma'am?

"I tore my cotton britches

on the Mason-Dixon line."

We'll stay with "Silver Threads among the Gold."

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I have your attention, please?

Please be quiet!

Quiet, please!

And now, with great pleasure,

we introduce Mrs. Molly McConnell!

Why don't you boys shut up and let the lady sing?

Thank you, sir.

Don't pay attention, I'll blow your heads off.

♪ Darling ♪

♪ I am growing old ♪

♪ Silver threads ♪

♪ Among the gold ♪

♪ Shine upon my brow ♪

♪ Today ♪

♪ Life is fading ♪

♪ Fast away ♪

♪ But my darling ♪

♪ You will be ♪

♪ Will be ♪

♪ Always young ♪

♪ And fair to me ♪

♪ Yes, my darling ♪

♪ You will be ♪

♪ Always young ♪

♪ And fair to me. ♪

Well, come on, boys!

Come on!

It would've been kinder

not to give her any chance at all.

Well, when you come right down to it, Miss Kitty,

she didn't give you much choice.

Kitty, I'm so sorry.

I made a fool of myself, didn't I?

I should never have let you try.

But at least now you know that you don't belong here.

Will you let me loan you the money

to go back to Boston?

Oh, no, no, I can't.

I've gotta stay here in Do...

I mean, I want to stay here in Dodge.

Oh, Kitty, maybe there's some way

I could win them over.

If I can... would you please,

please give me another chance?

Molly, giving you another chance

isn't gonna help.

Not unless we could think of something that, uh...

would make the customers want to buy

what you've got to sell.

Go on.

Take that dress, for instance.

That's just fine for the church social,

but it's hardly the kind of thing

that men expect to see in a saloon.

Do you understand?

Yes, I think so.

I might have something that'll fit you.

Try this.

Oh.

But, Kitty... I've never worn

anything like this in my whole life.

It only hurts for a few minutes.

- Oh... - Why don't you go back there

and try it on?

Molly, do you know any other songs

besides those ballads for Sunday socials?

Uh... I... I know

"Coming... Coming 'Round the Mountain."

All of it?

I think so.

♪ She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes ♪

♪ She'll be coming 'round ♪

♪ The mountain when she comes ♪

♪ She'll be coming 'round the mountain ♪

♪ She'll be coming 'round the mountain ♪

♪ She'll be coming 'round the mountain when she comes. ♪

How's that?

It's a start.

Well, that certainly is an improvement.

Kitty... it's so tight.

That's the general idea.

You mean, if I wear something like this,

they'll listen to me?

You got the face

and you certainly got the figure.

What are we going to do

about that refined voice of yours?

Oh.

Kitty, I meant to tell you.

Once, I walked by a saloon like yours

and I looked in and there was a girl singing.

And she did a funny thing with her voice.

Haw-aw-ah!

That's it!

You mean...

if I sing like that, they'll listen?

Will they?

Honey, you just throw your shoulders back

and get down there and howl.

Haw-aw-ah!

♪ But he caught his cotton britches ♪

♪ Yes, he went and caught his britches ♪

♪ Oh, he tore his cotton britches ♪

♪ On the Mason ♪

♪ Dixon ♪

♪ Line. ♪

How about "Frankie and Johnny"?

♪ Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts ♪

♪ Oh, Lordy, how they could love ♪

♪ Swore to be true to each other ♪

♪ As true as the stars above ♪

♪ He was her man ♪

♪ But he was doing her wrong ♪

♪ Well, Frankie went down to the corner ♪

♪ To pick up a bucket of beer ♪

♪ The bartender told her that Johnny ♪

♪ Had been kissing some other girl's ear ♪

♪ He was her man ♪

♪ But he was doing her wrong ♪

♪ Frankie flew into a tantrum ♪

♪ She whipped out that old .44 ♪

♪ And that rooty-toot-toot ♪

♪ That gal did shoot ♪

♪ Right through that old wood swinging door ♪

♪ He was her man ♪

♪ But he was doing her wrong ♪

♪ Now this is the end of my story ♪

♪ This is the end of my song ♪

♪ Frankie is down in that jailhouse ♪

♪ And she cries the whole night long ♪

♪ He was her man ♪

♪ He was doing her ♪

♪ He was doing her... ♪

♪ He was doing her wrong. ♪

Oh, Kitty... I don't understand all of this

and I know it's dreadful

but I just love it!

Well, you're not the first.

You mean... you'll keep me on?

Long as the Long Branch fills up.

You're the best thing for business since the drought.

Oh. Oh, Kitty...

I don't know how to thank you, but...

you don't think it's disrespectful

to my husband, do you?

No, I wouldn't call it disrespectful to Calvin.

After all, he was a man who liked a good song.

I guess you're right.

Kitty... I owe you such a great deal.

Thank you.

I saw your turn at the Long Branch tonight.

Good. Very good.

You're an amazing woman, Molly.

What do you want?

Just to congratulate you.

Should there be something else?

No, there should not be.

Look, I saw the way you handled that crowd tonight

and I got an idea.

You're working for wages over at the Long Branch.

You're putting money in Kitty's pocket...

money that could be going into yours and mine.

What do you mean?

There's another saloon in town called the Oasis

I already own a partial interest in,

and I think I could get up enough money to buy them out.

And then you and me could run it.

You mean as partners.

That's right.

I thought you didn't like partners.

Remember, you said my husband was a liability.

Well, let's just say that he didn't have your assets.

Good night, Mr. Sherne!

I'm giving you time to think about it.

Well, close the door on your way out.

Mr. Sherne!

I just saw your shooting.

Nobody in front of you is in any danger.

Why don't you take yourself someplace else?

I know what you're up to, Molly.

You need me.

Don't call me Molly.

Now, you've got a plan, you've got a gun...

now you've got to learn to shoot.

From what I saw, you've got to have a teacher.

Well, I'm the best gun there is, Molly.

The best.

You need me.

- Mr. Sherne... - No. Sy.

What do you expect to get out of all this?

Let's don't play games, Molly.

You see the poster?

Now, you start shooting at that

while I study what we got to work with.

No, no.

You're... you're working at it too hard.

You want to go about it slow and easy.

Just easy...

Well, now, just... easy and relaxed.

See? You got your shoulders all clenched.

Just easy. That's it.

Now just... just relax.

Relax.

That's right.

All right.

Now let's see you draw.

No.

No, you're just not strong enough.

No woman is.

It takes, uh, it takes muscle to claw a gun.

We gotta figure another way,

something more natural.

Here.

Now.

Now do this.

Okay.

No, not so wide.

That's better.

Again.

Okay. Again.

All right. Once more.

That's it. Now... this time,

without moving your body,

put your hand on your gun.

Now, without aiming, look at the poster

and as fast as you can, draw and shoot.

You're a natural Texas cross draw.

You're gonna do fine.

Mrs. McConnell...

I don't reckon you'd know about this,

but being a deputy, I'm obliged to tell you

it's agin the law for you to be a-shooting your pistol

inside the town limits of Dodge.

Oh, really, Deputy?

What are you going to do,

take my gun away from me?

Ain't nothing else I can do

if you're gonna keep on shootin' it.

I don't think so, Festus.

You haven't got the drop on me now.

Uh, Deputy, tell me, where are the town limits?

Out yonder a piece.

Runs right through them cottonwoods.

Well, then, for the benefit of the law,

shall we move to them thar cottonwoods?

Mrs. McConnell.

I know this here ain't none of my business,

but you oughtn't to be a-toting that hog leg around.

It just ain't fittin' for a woman to do that.

Is that all?

No, ma'am, it ain't.

Now, you ain't a-doing nothing but storing up trouble

for yourself by throwing in with that Sy Sherne.

Why, the biggest part of his life,

he's a-been having ruckuses with the law.

Deputy, it seems to me

that the only law that anyone respects around here

is the law of the gun,

and I intend to learn to use it.

And when I've learned to use it,

I'm gonna shoot your friend the marshal down in cold blood,

just like he shot my husband!

I'm telling you, Miss Kitty,

she's a-fixin' to kill Matthew

and she told me that herself.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Well, golly Bill, I didn't believe it.

I just figured it as fool talk.

But she's been out there every day for two weeks a-practicing.

And that Sy Sherne's been a-helping her.

This is ridiculous.

Well, you can call it what you want to,

but it's a-happening.

And I'll tell you something else.

She's a-gettin' dang good.

I'll give you the Haggen truth, Miss Kitty,

I wouldn't want to draw agin her myself.

Why, she's slicker than possum fat

and a-gettin' better every day.

Come in.

Pardon me, Miss Kitty, I got things to do.

Sam said you wanted to see me.

That's right.

Sit down, Molly.

Is it true that you've been practicing with a gun

in order to kill Matt Dillon?

That's right.

Why?

Wh y?

The marshal murdered my husband.

That's not true.

How would you know?

Sy Sherne told me he killed him.

The marshal killed your husband

in a gunfight with a gang of outlaws.

There's a great big difference.

Is that what he told you?

Not in so many words.

But he's a United States Marshal,

and when people start shooting at him,

he's gonna shoot back.

Well, let me tell you something.

I was Calvin's wife for 12 years.

In all that time, he never carried a gun.

Molly, listen to me.

I don't know what happened

the night your husband was killed.

Matt isn't the kind of man

that talks about things like that.

But I do know one thing.

Matt wouldn't kill any man,

let alone your husband,

without good reason.

And if you think otherwise,

then you just don't know what you're talking about.

Oh, Kitty...

He-he belongs to you.

Matt's a man with no strings on him.

Let's just say he's more mine than anybody else's.

I'm so sorry.

If I'd known that,

I wouldn't have come here.

I owe you a great deal, Kitty...

but not Matt Dillon's life.

Do you realize what you're doing?

He can't fight a woman.

I know.

That will give me an edge

that Calvin did not have.

♪ My man and I live all alone ♪

♪ In a little log hut we call our own ♪

♪ He loves gin and I love rum ♪

♪ I'll tell you what, we have lots of fun ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug, how I love thee ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug, how I love thee ♪

♪ It's you who makes my friends and foes ♪

♪ It's you who makes me wear old clothes ♪

♪ Here you are, so near my nose ♪

♪ So tip you up and down you go ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug, how I love thee ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug, how I love thee ♪

♪ If I had a cow ♪

♪ That gave such milk ♪

♪ I'd clothe her in the finest silk ♪

♪ I'd feed her on ♪

♪ The choicest hay ♪

♪ And milk her 40 times a day ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug, how I love thee ♪

♪ Ha, ha, ha ♪

♪ You and me ♪

♪ Little brown jug, how I ♪

♪ Love ♪

♪ Thee. ♪

♪♪

- Hey! - Hey!

Look at that, will you?

Hey, how about that?

Well, I've got to admit, Festus,

that's quite a story.

Matthew, you just don't understand.

You think I'm a-storying to you, don't you?

Well, hello, Doc.

Matt, how are you?

Now, that woman is out to kill you,

and I mean it.

By golly, he's right about that, Matt.

You just got back, did you?

Yeah. Festus has been filling me in

on all the details here.

Well, she's a mighty determined woman, I'll tell you that.

Now, it might help if you just

tell her you didn't kill her husband.

How'd you know that?

Well, I did the autopsy, remember?

McConnell was killed with a rifle slug.

You went in with a .45.

Well, maybe so, Doc,

but what difference does it make?

It was dark that night, they were shooting at us,

we fired back at the muzzle flash.

It was just pure chance

it was somebody else's bullet that killed McConnell

instead of mine.

Oh.

So you figure, then,

that you just ought to let her take a potshot at you.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Tell her that it was Amos or Barney that killed her husband?

It was my responsibility.

Oh, well, I...

I don't want to complicate things for you.

Couldn't you just tell her it was an accident?

I've already tried that, Doc.

Well, guess maybe someday I'll learn.

Learn what?

That you can't talk sense to him.

Matthew, you fixin' to just set there

like a boll weevil on a corn cob

and wait for her to come and get you?

Say, that's pretty good coffee this time, Festus.

What'd you do, run out of those burnt hominy grits?

Oh, she's got it.

Man, that little lady's ready.

She's ready as she ever will be.

Yeah. Big Matt's sure got his troubles now.

Are they right?

Am I ready?

Yeah, you're as ready as you'll ever be.

Well... what does that mean?

Well, it means you're pretty good, Molly,

for a woman and an amateur.

Amateur?

Look, I told you, I was the best there is.

Well, I'm not.

I'm nowhere near the best,

but Matt Dillon is.

Honey, you could practice for ten years

and you still wouldn't be in his class.

Are you trying to tell me

that you let me practice all of these weeks,

that you let me believe I could outshoot him?!

It was a way to be near you.

Molly?!

Draw.

Dillon's gun is faster than mine.

Don't, Molly. Please.

I have a score to settle with Dillon.

I thought you did, too.

Maybe there's something that's more important.

Meaning?

He's a United States Marshal, Molly.

If either one of us kills him, there's no future for us.

There never was any future for us.

There could be.

You know how I feel about you.

All right, so I know how you feel about me.

But is that more important than our feelings about the marshal?

You're still going after Dillon?

I've got to!

I said I'd do it, and I will!

Matthew, you're the stubbornest, bullheadedest scudder

I've ever saw in my born days.

You still don't believe me, do you?

Sure, I believe you, Festus.

Well, golly Bill, why ain't you gonna do something then?

I am gonna do something right now.

Yes, sir.

I'm gonna fix my saddle.

♪♪

Festus?

Put that gun away.

Go on, put it down

and get out here where I can keep an eye on you.

Marshal... I'm going to give you a chance to draw.

Did you hear me?

Either draw that gun and fight,

or I'll kill you where you stand!

I've told you before, Mrs. McConnell.

I'm sorry about what happened to your husband.

We all are.

But that's over and done with.

What you're trying to do now isn't gonna help him any.

I'm going to count to three.

Mrs. McConnell, it takes a certain kind of person

to shoot somebody in cold blood.

I can tell you right now you're not that kind of person.

One.

Two.

Three.

Oh, shut up, all of you!

You wouldn't draw for a woman, Marshal,

but you'll draw for a man.

Oh, Sy, please.

This is my fight, not yours.

- You made it mine. - Sy, please!

Molly, I...

I lied to you about your husband.

He shot first, and then the posse killed him.

I'm sorry.

Oh, no.

Get out of the way.

Marshal, I'm calling you for the last time.

- Oh! -Hey! -Hey!

Sherne, you're gonna be spending the next few weeks in jail.

I'll take that gun, Mrs. McConnell.

Oh, it just went off.

Mrs. McConnell, would you please take some advice from me?

Take your son, get back on the stage

and go back where you came from.

You'll be a whole lot better off.

I'm sorry, Sy.

Marshal, don't be too hard on him.

It wasn't all his fault.

He's not so bad.

Marshal, if... if you let me off this time,

I won't cause any more trouble.

Let me leave on the stage with Molly.

All right, Sherne, she's all yours.

You're gonna wish us luck?

Luck?

Looks to me like you're gonna need raw courage.