Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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Howdy.

He's gonna need some feed and water.

I'll be back in about an hour for him.

Something wrong, mister?

Well, I didn't expect you so soon.

Knowed you was coming... the people.

He got a loose shoe.

Would you fix that, too?

Who'd that be, Pa?

Well, that'd be a heap of trouble for this town

coming on two legs.

Oh, we're gonna lose everything, Eli. Everything.

Pa, will you quit it.

He doesn't know a thing about you, not a thing.

That's him, all right.

Well, if he come all the way from Dodge,

he's gonna be mighty dry.

Yeah.

Anybody for a beer?

I'll see you down the saloon.

Anything wrong, Mr. Bennings?

Huh?

Oh. No. No.

Something I can do for you?

Oh, yeah. Is, uh, Sheriff Scanlon around?

He ain't, uh...

He ain't coming in till night, uh...

Marshal.

Thank you.

Y-You... you the man coming in from Dodge?

Well, looks like everybody knows I was coming here.

Oh, uh, it's, uh...

it's-it's written down here in the paper.

Could you tell me where, uh, Sheriff Scanlon's father lives?

Yeah, uh, up-up through the rocks.

You... s-stay with the rocks, you'll come out.

Well, I tell you, I'd sure appreciate it

if you'd, uh, go over to the livery stable

and pick up my horse for me, bring him over to the saloon.

Oh, c-can't... c-can't take no pay.

I'll-I'll do it, but can't take no money, Marshal.

You see, f-folks here tr-treat me good.

They-they give me work, and I...

I-I can... I can't take no money for favors.

I see. What's your name?

Wesley. J-Just Wesley.

Thanks, Wesley.

Say, uh... you, uh...

you ain't gonna hurt my town, are you, Marshal?

No, Wesley.

I didn't come here to hurt anybody.

That's good.

What do you got that's cold?

Got some chill on the beer.

All right.

It must be mighty special business,

them sending a big important U.S. marshal

to a little place like Ridge Town.

Mighty important.

Would you say we was being honored, Aaron?

Depends how you look at it.

The paper only said he was here on Army business.

That right?

You here on Army business, Marshal?

If I find it concerns you, I'll let you know.

I bet he does a lot of shouting.

A man can tell right off.

Friend, I'm just here drinking a beer, trying to keep cool.

Why don't you do the same.

Well...

You asking us to have a beer on you, Marshal?

I'm not asking you anything, mister.

I'm just telling you to mind your own business.

Real shouting badge.

You shouldn't have been standing so close

to that there spitting box, Marshal.

You want to be next?

Pick up your friend.

Oh, got-got your horse waiting for you outside, Marshal.

Oh, good, Wesley.

Look, uh, I know you usually don't take money,

but, uh, you wouldn't mind me buying you a cold beer

on a hot day, would you?

Oh, I guess that'd be all right.

- Yeah, all right. - All right?

Give me a towel.

He's a tough one, ain't he?

He sure don't push easy.

Well, he might if we all tried pushing together.

He say anything to you about where he was going?

He said he was going to see the old sheriff.

Did he say anything while he was in here?

Mm, enough to let us know

he's gonna have to be persuaded to leave town.

Well, I got to get back to the shop.

Seems like such a nice man, Eli.

Pa figures he's gonna find out everything.

Your pa's wrong.

He ain't gonna find out nothing.

Easy, boy. Yeah.

Easy, boy. Easy.

Pa, aren't you gonna stop long enough to have some lemonade?

No, he hasn't even worked up a sweat yet. Come on.

Have to remember to bring out some more lemons tomorrow.

Wish you'd bring out something a little stronger.

Now, now, no slipping back.

- Pa? - Huh?

Oh, be logical, Vera.

Now, I'm naturally the first one he come to see.

Why don't you go in the house, bring out another glass,

give yourself time to get composed.

Come on, fella.

Oh, and, Vera?

Tell him.

Up.

You're coming, boy.

Hello, John.

I don't know as I should even say hello to a man

spends 15 years getting up this way to see an old friend.

Well, John.

By golly.

- Good to see you again. - Hi, Matt.

You haven't changed a bit.

Proven yourself to be a liar right off, huh?

Tie him up to the rail there, will you, for me, please?

You betcha.

And don't go getting any flattering ideas in your head

about me and that pretty gal in there.

She's my daughter-in-law.

Yeah, somebody told me

your son married the belle of the valley here.

Yeah, between 'em, given me four fine grandsons.

Give me a shove out of here, Matt, will you?

Sure.

Honey, this is Matt Dillon.

He used to make a pest of himself a few years back

when I was sheriff of Carson City.

That was quite a few years back, I'm afraid.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

Very nice meeting you, Marshal.

- I'll be going, Pa. - Right, honey.

You bring those grandsons out to see me real soon, you hear?

Oh.

They'll be out...

soon as your namesake gets over the measles.

Real nice meeting you, Marshal.

What are you gonna do, John, hog all this to yourself?

Hmm? Oh.

Help yourself. I'm sorry.

Seems to me you bought the last drink we had together

back when you were being, uh, sworn in as marshal of Dodge.

That's about right.

I got you to blame for getting me into this business.

Mm. Part of my ornery nature.

You know, throw in a good word for a man,

always keep him obliged to you.

John, looks like you're quite a gardener here.

Yeah, I enjoy seeing things grow.

Started planting out of sheer boredom.

Now I'm out here at the crack of dawn every morning, watering,

watching the sunup bloom.

John, I guess you know what brings me up this way.

Oh, uh... We heard it was Army business.

Yeah, they want to reopen the Major Franklin case.

Well, I figured you'd know more than anybody else

about the Franklin case, being as you were there

the night he got shot.

I've often wished I was someplace else that night, Matt.

I'd have my own two good legs today.

John, let me ask you something.

How close did you actually get to the killer that night?

Oh, I'd say I must've been about, uh...

There some reason you're not using the man's name,

Felix Smith?

Well, I tangled with Felix Smith a couple of weeks back.

I-I had to shoot him.

We heard about it up this way.

Put a... put quite a feather in your cap, didn't it?

Well, part of the thing was he was kind of slow in dying,

John, he got a few things off his chest,

including the fact that he wasn't the man

that killed Major Franklin and shot you.

I wouldn't take an outlaw's word, Matt.

Well, he was a dying man. In fact,

he told me he always felt bad about taking credit for

putting you in a wheelchair.

He had a lot of respect for you the few times you met.

Yeah, I did keep him on the move pretty good, I'll say that.

It's still hard for me to believe that he wasn't

the man I saw that night, you know that?

Well, thinking back on it, I'll say that

the major's killer must've been about 50 feet away from me

when he opened fire.

But being night and dark and all,

you know, it's just possible that I could've been blaming

the wrong man all these years.

That's possible.

Would you... would you mind giving a couple of those

a squirt or two, Matt, hmm?

Sure.

John, I'd sure appreciate any information

you can give me about the major's activities.

Well, he was finance officer of the fort for about,

I don't know, three years.

Did a lot of strutting around town.

Nobody ever liked him very much.

And he was shot down on the flats south of town

with quite a lot of money on him.

And he, uh... he made himself kind of a big man around town,

- according to the record. - Mm-hmm.

Well, the dollar was in pretty short supply

during those years, Matt.

You might almost say the town's existence

depended upon the major's goodwill.

I guess that just about sums it up.

Well, I better be getting back to town.

I want to stop by the bank before it closes.

Been good seeing you, John.

You, too.

Matt,

what's the point in opening up a 12-year-old case?

Huh? The fort's been closed down for years.

The man who killed the major and shot me,

he could be living halfway around the world by now.

He... could even be dead.

Well, John, I have to.

The Army wants an answer, if there is one.

Uh-huh. You should speak to my son Tom.

He was leading the posse that night

they chased that Felix Smith,

or whoever it was, down through the hills.

Well, he was out when I stopped by there, but I'll talk to him.

Ah. He might be able to help you.

All right.

I'll keep you posted on anything I find out, John.

What's he got?

Besides that statement of Felix Smith.

Nothing that I can see.

After 12 years, this turns up.

Aw, it's no harm Matt Dillon poking around a bit

if it means closing the file for good.

Here you are, Marshal.

Well, I, uh, never recall it being this hot before.

Uh, Mr. Bennings, you don't seem to understand.

The only transactions I'm interested in

are the cash withdrawals made by the major

while he was finance officer at the fort.

Cash withdrawals?

Yes.

The money found on him the night he was killed.

It was all cash, brand-new bills.

Now, this is the kind of money

he'd most likely get from a bank.

Well, I, uh...

It's possible the money came from this bank.

I'm not disputing that.

"Possible"?

You mean to tell me you wouldn't remember

a $6,000 cash withdrawal?

Well, I, uh...

I haven't been a well man, Marshal.

My, uh... my memory fails me at times.

Of course, there are no records for those years.

Why not?

There was a vault fire.

I see.

Coming for us.

Well, make like you're busy.

Now, I'll do the talking this time.

How do?

Howdy.

Mr. Wall?

Yes, Marshal?

I understand that Fort Ridge

had most of their business dealings with you here.

In fact, they got most of their supplies through this store.

Yeah, we did some business.

Well, which one of you handled it?

Well, you can talk to me.

Well, uh, Major Franklin

was found with a lot of money on him the night he was killed.

Is it possible he could've gotten that from you here?

Never paid the major anything.

Never, my whole life.

Never no cash.

Thank you.

Uh, wait a minute.

Uh, is that all you're asking?

That's all, yes.

Oh, you like playing games with people?

What do you mean by that?

Well, you mean to say

you're not coming back here with more questions?

I didn't say that.

He'll be back, all right.

It's the way a United States Marshal would do it.

Yeah, make a man sweat first.

Well, hello, Wesley.

- Hello, Tom. - Matt.

Good to see you. It's been a long time.

Sure has.

Well, come on in.

- Thank you. - Have a seat.

Well, I stopped by and saw your father today.

Yeah, he, uh... he told me.

I-I stopped off at his place on the way in.

You know, I, uh, hate to drag up

all this Major Franklin business again, Tom,

but I wanted to ask you a few questions about it.

Well, I'll be glad to help you if I can.

For instance, now, according to the Army records,

you headed up a posse

that chased the killer into the hills.

Yeah, he gave us the slip.

Well, now, it was winter at that time,

and the passes were all closed.

Is it possible that this killer doubled back into town here?

Oh, Ridge Town would be the last place he'd come to.

A strange face would likely to be

the first one questioned after a killing.

Maybe it wasn't a strange face, Tom.

Well, that's... that's possible.

Oh, I-I didn't know what time it was getting to be.

I-I'm due home for supper.

Tom... a lot of things I don't understand about this case.

For instance, why was Major Franklin

carrying $6,000 in new bills on him?

Why didn't the killer take that money off his body?

And what was he doing in that wash south of town

in the middle of the night, anyway?

Well, we asked those same questions 12 years ago.

Come up with no answers.

Maybe that's because the name Felix Smith

seemed to provide all those answers at that time.

Well... well, I... I got to be getting home.

Tom.

What are you afraid of?

Take a look out here, Matt.

You see a hotel, bank, store, saloon.

All this was born when Fort Ridge started.

Well, Fort Ridge is gone now,

and this town almost went with it.

For ten years, it's been hand-to-mouth

trying to keep it going.

But we've kept it alive, because it's our home.

And now it's starting to grow again.

Not fast, but... but steady.

And, uh, we got a settler coming in here,

a settler coming in there.

New blood, new life.

We, uh, we just don't want the name of our town

with mud on it when you leave.

Well, how can bringing a killer to justice hurt your town?

Tell the Army it's a dead end, Matt.

Tell them this Felix Smith was, uh...

out of his head when he died and leave it at that.

I don't understand you, Tom.

Your father's in a wheelchair for life.

The man that shot him may be running around

the streets of your town right now,

and you act like you don't want to find him.

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Did you see who it was?

No. No, I didn't get a close look at him.

Probably got away in the dark.

I think creased him though.

How about yourself?

No. I'm all right.

Well... You know, there's, uh...

there's plenty of good fishing up this way.

Folks see a feller relaxing,

why, they kind of lean toward relaxing themselves.

Tom, if I'd wanted to go fishing,

I would've stayed in Dodge.

I think you know what I mean.

Frankly, I don't.

Matt, the major hurt a lot of people in this town.

Almost everybody breathed easier when he was buried.

Do you figure stirring this up is gonna help this town?

Do you think it's gonna help my father walk again?

Tom, all I know is I was asked to come here and do a job,

and I'm gonna carry it out, if I can.

Good night, Matt.

Good night, Tom.

Wesley.

Who put you up to this?

No... No-Nobody, Marshal.

Where'd you get this gun?

I had it along the whole time.

Wesley, why'd you try to kill me?

I... I just won't go back to that place!

I... just won't!

What place is that?

Where-where-where they lock me up.

They-they don't treat me like-like this town... does.

Well, now, who told you they were gonna put you back there?

The boys did.

They said you was gonna...

hurt-hurt the town bad.

It wouldn't be here no more.

All right, come on, Wesley.

We got to get you up to a doctor, get you bandaged.

Hey, ain't-ain't you gonna arrest me?

No, I'm gonna put you on probation, Wesley.

That means you got to behave yourself.

Thanks, Marshal.

That's one favor I owe you,

and I-I pay back my favors.

Come on.

No, no, Marshal, it's me, Bennings.

What are you doing here, Mr. Bennings?

I, uh...

I'm sorry for all this trouble, Marshal.

I-I came here to talk to you about Major Franklin,

the money found on him.

What about it?

Well, I wonder if you would, uh, not let it go any further.

I can't make any promises about that.

Marshal, a bank manager's job may not seem very much to you,

but I still have a growing family to support.

You trying to tell me that the money found

on the major that night came from your bank?

I had to give it to him, Marshal.

The major threatened to withdraw all the fort's business

if I didn't cooperate.

I see.

Just what did this, uh, cooperation amount to?

Well, when he first came to the fort, small loans,

the kind I couldn't put on the books

because they reflected poor business practices.

But later on, he demanded larger amounts,

assuring me he was involved in certain business deals

where he'd be able to repay everything.

Just kept getting in deeper, huh?

So deep...

the loss of Fort Ridge business would've ruined the bank.

He held that over my head.

The Army withdrawing its business.

Was it you that killed Major Franklin?

Oh, no, no.

I wouldn't have had the nerve.

No, the only thing I know,

the money found on him the night he died

came from the bank.

Marshal, I'm-I'm putting myself in your hands.

I have to.

The auditors won't be content with the usual balancing.

What, you have a shortage there?

No, not now.

Every penny is accounted for.

Took me ten years to pay it back.

All the money that I advanced Major Franklin,

ten years of living a nightmare

that an auditor would find I'd been manipulating the books,

but I paid it all back.

Well, what are you worried about now?

My whole life is in this town, Marshal.

My reputation.

If the people find out about this,

they won't think about the money being paid back.

All they'll remember in time to come

is money that I was responsible for was misused.

And the main office in St. Louis would surely remove me.

Did anybody else know

the major had that money on him that night?

Nobody that I knew of.

Well, I'll tell you, I'm getting a little fed up

with this town of yours.

The storekeeper's worried about me proving

his dealings with the Army,

so he must have been overcharging on supplies.

The livery stable man was selling horses to the Army

through Major Franklin.

Horses that were overpriced and overaged.

I guess we were all caught in the same web.

Well, there isn't much point in my exposing

your dealings with Major Franklin,

and I'm certainly not gonna call any auditors in on you.

That's not my business.

Thank you.

Thank you, Marshal.

Sure.

I wish I could make you understand how it was.

- Mr. Bennings. - This town was just...

I understand how it was.

Mrs. Scanlon.

Oh, good morning, Marshal.

My husband isn't home.

I think you'll find him down at the jail.

Mrs. Scanlon, uh,

actually, it was you I wanted to talk to,

if you've got a minute.

Well,

if it's about the Major Franklin case,

I'm afraid I can't be of much help.

I was hoping maybe you could tell me

a little bit about the, uh, social life at Fort Ridge.

What do you mean by "social life"?

Were you in the habit of meeting Major Franklin, ma'am?

I was a happily married woman at that time, Marshal.

I still am.

This was in the major's personal effects, ma'am.

Guess the Army, uh, never bothered

to question you about it once they...

found out about Felix Smith.

I'm sorry to have to bring all this up again, ma'am.

I know how you must feel.

But I'm afraid I've got to have some answers.

I was very young... when I wrote this.

Barely 19.

No, you keep it, destroy it, do whatever you want to.

Ma'am, uh, was Tom aware of the fact

that you were gonna leave him for Major Franklin?

No.

In fact, I... I changed my mind.

I never left the house that night.

He was waiting for me, but...

I never went to the wash.

And Tom never went there, either.

For Tom to have killed the major,

he would also have had to...

shoot his own father.

I assure you, such a thing could not have happened.

Morning, Matt.

Tom.

We were just talking, Tom.

Well... Vera, why don't you, uh...

why don't you go inside and fix Matt a-a cold drink.

No, no, thanks, Tom.

- I got to be going. - Okay, Matt.

Ma'am.

I had to tell him

the major was waiting for me that night.

Why?

Did you tell him anything else?

Mister!

Hey, mister!

You the marshal from Dodge, mister?

- That's right. - Well, Sy said to tell you...

He's the livery man... Said to tell you your horse

is starting a bad case of colic.

Oh, thank you.

Are you all right, miss?

All right, Marshal.

Get up.

Over there.

Got to protect our women around here, Marshal.

You all right, Sue Ann?

You just sort of got here in time, Mr. Coor.

Sy.

We got two ways of handling things in Ridge Town.

Abusing our women folk is a hanging offense hereabouts,

but that embarrasses the women.

Private, painful lesson being the other way we handle things.

Keep them up, Marshal.

Hold it!

Here's a hole card you can't bet against, Marshal.

Took a bit of doing.

Yeah, he's a big one, all right.

Your turn.

No, I couldn't.

Hit him.

You hit him.

Hit him! Hit him like we agreed!

Now!

Sheriff! Sheriff!

There's some-something

going-going on at the livery stable.

Are you crazy?!

What'd you do this for?

He had it coming, Tom.

Yeah, he was after Sue Ann.

Ain't that right, honey?

That's right, Sheriff.

It was just awful.

Saddle up his horse.

Better bring his things down from the hotel.

Help me get him up.

That badge you're wearing

is the only thing that's keeping you out of jail.

Tom... I'm telling you, Dillon.

You ever come back to this town,

- that's where you're gonna wind up. - Tom...

I'll charge you with assaulting that girl.

Please, Matt, for your sake, don't come back.

Well, I don't think he'll be back soon.

He's a dangerous man, going after a young girl.

Town's got to protect itself, doesn't it, Tom?

Yeah.

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I hope the coffee warmed you up some, Marshal.

Oh, it's real good, Wesley.

It's fine.

Aren't you gonna have some?

I can't, Marshal.

All... all I got's one cup.

Oh, well, here.

I'll share this with you.

Oh. Oh, no, no, no. That's all right.

No, here.

Here you go, Wesley.

Oh. Oh.

Have some.

Th-Thank you. Thank you.

You know, Wesley, I...

I think you saved my life bringing me here.

Well, j-just-just a favor I owe you, Marshal.

I'm the one that's owing, Wesley.

And I thank you.

This, uh... this your home here, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I... I built it all myself.

Well, it's fine.

Yeah, people... people give me the stove

and-and-and then the... and the bed

and even the table.

Yeah, they-they treat me good here.

Ev-Everybody treats me real good.

Uh, the-the old sheriff,

he-he-he gave me his old coat.

Sure was a cold winter.

Boy.

You must be just about melting in it

in this kind of weather, aren't you?

Oh, th-this is the coat he wore

the night he was shot.

It's an honor to wear it.

You see it had a... bullet hole right here.

Real big bullet hole.

And it was all burned around there, but I fixed it.

I-I sewed it up.

I got the whole thing sewed.

I-I sew things pretty good myself.

You say... you say that was burned around there?

Yes, sir.

I fixed it.

Wesley, I know that coat means a lot to you,

but I'd like to borrow it for a while.

What for?

Well, I... I may need it as evidence.

Against the sheriff?

I'm afraid so.

You're... you-you-you gonna arrest the sheriff?

Well, I-I may have to.

You know, uh, there's another thing, I...

want you to do for me as a favor, too.

You know that, uh, gun you tried to shoot me with the other day?

Gonna borrow that, too.

Y-You ain't gonna shoot old Mr. Scanlon, are you?

No. No, I'm not, Wesley, I...

I'm not gonna shoot anybody, if I can help it.

Thank you, Wesley.

And how long ago was that, Wesley?

Well, you-you know,

I-I can't tell much about time, Sheriff.

But it was just before I left my shack.

And I-I run all the way.

If-if I'd known that it was gonna hurt you, Sheriff,

I never would've helped him.

Of course you wouldn't have, of course not.

Maybe I should've tr-tr-tried to shoot him again.

Oh, no, no. You sure he was going to town?

He said he was going to town?

Yes, sir. To see Mr. Tom.

Uh-huh.

Go inside, get me my shotgun, will you, Wes?

Yes, sir.

What's this?

It's your father's coat, Tom.

The one he was wearing the night Major Franklin was shot.

Well, is this supposed to mean something to me?

It should.

Your father's always claimed he was about 50 feet away

from that killer when they exchanged shots.

That coat proves he was lying.

How do you figure that?

Look at this.

Look at that bullet hole.

Powder burns all the way around it.

That means he was shot from close up.

It also means he got a close look

at the man that shot him.

And he's known all these years it wasn't Felix Smith.

Now, who is it? Who is it you and everybody else

in this town is trying to protect?

You were a fool for coming back here, Matt.

That all you've got to say?

That's all.

All right.

You don't leave me much choice, Tom.

You're coming back to Dodge.

What for?

You're going up in front of an Army inquiry board.

He ain't going nowhere, Marshal.

Get your hands up.

Get his gun, Tom.

Thanks, Coor.

Go on.

I warned you, Marshal,

if you ever came back to this town,

I'd arrest you for assaulting that girl.

Hold it!

What is it?

Let's not play games, Tom.

We didn't come down here to see you lock him up.

What's that supposed to mean?

You know what it means.

We want him.

We let you stop us last time. We should've knowed better.

You're gonna kill him?

He's just gonna have an accident.

That's right.

We're all gonna be there when it happens.

Including you.

You're wrong now. Come on, get back.

You stopped us once, Tom, you ain't gonna do it again.

Get back. Get back. I ain't gonna let you take him!

You don't have any choice.

That's enough!

Drop the gun.

Now, give me the keys.

He's dead.

Let's get him! Come on!

All right, get him!

And get him, too!

Come on, get him out of here, go on!

I'll get the marshal! I'll get the marshal!

Get out here, Marshal!

Get him out of there! Get out here, Marshal!

Let them go.

Let them go, I said!

What's the matter with you?

Are you crazy?!

Don't you know if you kill him,

they'll only send somebody else in his place?

- Well, let them! - Yeah, let them!

We'll take care of them, too!

- Yeah! Yeah! - That's right!

And then what?

What about the marshal they'll send after that?

And the one after him?

We've had enough killing!

How many lives do you want to take before this is all over?

John, you're not making sense!

- You're in this deeper than we are! - That's right!

If he gets back to Dodge City, they'll hang you!

- That's right, yeah! - That's right!

Yeah, maybe they will!

But at least this way, the rest of you won't hang with me.

Now, let them go!

Matt, I guess we've done

as much damage as we're gonna do.

The town is yours.

Matt, don't.

Don't blame the townspeople.

The guilt isn't theirs.

The guilt's all mine.

I'm not worried about the townspeople, John.

I learned a long time ago

you can't prosecute mass hysteria.

John, I... I want to know who killed Major Franklin.

I did.

Sure, this town was dying

till Major Franklin come along as finance officer of the fort.

He put it back on its feet.

At the time, I didn't think it really mattered too much

that he was getting a kickback

from everything that we sold the fort.

And by the time I realized what he'd done to us,

it was... it was too late

to ask the military authorities to prosecute him.

Besides, I would have had to implicate

half the people in the town.

So you shot him.

Mm-hmm.

And I turned the gun on myself.

To make it look good, I thought I'd give myself

a little crease in the ribs, you know?

But a lead bullet doesn't always take

the exact direction you want it to.

It kind of slanted off one of my rib bones.

Lodged in my spine.

And I've been paralyzed ever since.

Most, uh... most everybody in town knew what happened,

but we went chasing off through the hills anyway,

claiming that we was looking for Felix Smith.

We've all lived with it ever since.

12 years of existing like a human vegetable.

12 years of not being able to sleep nights

unless I take some of that medicine

the doc gives me to kill the pain.

12 years of waiting.

And being afraid...

for this kind of thing to happen.

Now, I'm-I'm just relieved it's all over.

I'm sorry, John.

Ain't you gonna take me in?

No, I'm not gonna take you in, John.

All I got here is a 12-year-old coat

with a bullet hole in it.

Couldn't prove a thing.

Besides, I...

I think you've done about enough suffering.

Well, I'll be leaving now, Wesley.

So long and thanks for everything.

Thank you, Marshal.

Did-did you get what you come here for, Marshal?

Well... more or less, Wesley.

Sometimes you got to settle for a little less.

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