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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Bring us another bottle, bartender.

It's past closing, Woodley.

Didn't ask you what time it was.

Bring us another bottle!

Ah...

Whoa...

Hold on there; that was a 20.

What are you talking about?

You give yourself a 20 and me a five.

No, I didn't.

There's a 20.

You let go of that wrist.

Any shearing that's done, we do it together,

to the card-playing sheep, not to each other.

You dirty old side wash.

$200 for them buff hides.

More than $75 for shearing the sheep.

Now that ain't bad.

$200?

There was more hides there than that.

It's more like $300!

Was $200, I tell you.

Look, you lying old squaw, you...!

Don't you call me an old squaw.

Now you listen to me.

I want my share of that money,

or I'm gonna cut you from gullet to gizzard.

You so much as flick that knife,

I'm gonna lop your head off and feed it to the hogs!

Listen to me, squaw... I want that money.

I want that money.

I done my share of sweating for them hides!

No, you got your share.

Well, I want my share of the money!

Hold it.

Put up the knives.

- He's cheating me, Marshal. - That ain't so, Marshal!

I said, put up the knives!

I'm gonna tell you something.

Next time I see you two anywheres near each other,

you're going to jail, and I'm gonna throw away the key.

Have you got that?

Can I pick it up?

Pick your money up.

I'm gonna get that money.

I'm gonna get it one way or another.

This old man don't even know who his friends really are.

Accused me of cheating him.

Oh, maybe I shouldn't have had you come, Marshal.

Oh, the town have been a site better off.

Couple more minutes, and they might have done each other in.

Hmm. Yeah.

Well, what do you think?

Well, uh...

Well...?!

Well, it's one of a kind, all right.

Yeah.

Come all the way from St. Louis.

Yeah, well, I can believe that, all right.

You, uh...

do you reckon she'll like it?

Well... doggone it, Adam,

you've been married to her for 35 years.

You... You're gonna have to be the judge of that.

Matt, you and I have been friends for a long time.

Now, just-just go on and say anything you want to about it,

and there'll be no hurt feelings.

Well, Adam, I know it's your anniversary

and all, and I'd like to help you,

but I'm-I'm no judge of these kind of things.

Well, just be honest with me.

I wouldn't show this to another living soul except you.

You know that.

Well, I'll tell you what I think.

Now, usually,

if a man is speechless over something like this,

it means a woman's gonna like it.

Well, if that's true, I think she's gonna be wild about that.

Hmm.

That's all I wanted to hear.

Uh, you go pour me a cup of that bad coffee you make.

Oh, I tell you, Matt,

you don't know what a responsibility it's been

buying this thing.

Oh, yes, I do. I can see that.

Now, you be at the house at 7:30.

We'll have an ounce or two

of that scamper juice before supper.

Well, sounds good, Adam.

I sure appreciate the invitation.

Well, Clara just wanted the family and you.

Can't for the life of me figure out

why she takes a shine to somebody like you.

No figuring women, that's all.

Whew!

How long you reckon that jury's gonna be out?

I didn't figure it'd be out this long.

Kind of a sad thing.

Man dies, and the only reaction

from people is a feeling of relief.

Well, he didn't have many friends, that's for sure.

Yeah, and the one friend he did have

is the one that did him in.

Looks that way.

Well... neither one of 'em's much of a loss.

Hmm.

- Morning, Mr. Benteen. - Festus.

Matthew, the judge wanted me to fetch you.

The jury's fixing to come in.

Tell him I'll be right over with the prisoner.

Did you get to go to the trial, did you, Mr. Benteen?

No, Festus, I... I missed the whole thing.

Didn't amount to a row of pins.

It was over before it started.

All right, Woodley, get up.

I didn't do it! I didn't do it!

The jury has found you guilty.

But I tell you, I didn't do it.

I never killed anybody.

I didn't kill him!

12 men, tried and true, say different.

And I say you hang.

But they're liars... You're a bunch of liars.

You're lying! You're lying!

Judge, this is all wrong.

That's your opinion.

And quite understandable.

Nonetheless, you hang over at Hays City one month from today.

Court's adjourned.

No, wait a minute; there's something wrong.

No, no, wait a minute.

Now, wait a minute! Somebody here...

Somebody... somebody here's gotta believe me.

Somebody... somebody knows I'm telling the truth.

Hey, somebody's gotta believe me... Festus!

Festus, you know I've done a lot of things in my life,

but I... but I couldn't do a thing like this.

Come on, Woodley.

Hope, Hope, tell 'em it wasn't me.

Tell 'em it wasn't me, Hope!

You always said you had no reason to come home.

Here's one time you wish you had.

Oh... you're all against me!

Every one of you guys against me! Every one of you!

I didn't kill him! I didn't kill anybody!

You bunch of jackals!

You bunch of jackals! That's what you are!

Well, you all take a good look at me!

Take a good look!

You're gonna find out you hanged an innocent man!

You bunch of liars! Liars!

You're all a bunch of thieves and liars and jackals.

Doggone!

Now, boys, I'll tell you, now I've seen a few men hang,

and that's the first one

that I don't feel the least bit sorry for.

What's the matter with you?

I'm shaking inside like a bird dog come to point.

Well, ease up. It's all over now.

Well, maybe that's why.

Is there another reason?

Look, I knew we shouldn't have started this.

- I knew it! - Now, you shut that up.

We didn't mean to kill him. You know that.

Just... just give him a little of his own medicine.

Oh, wh-what we meant to do don't matter.

We killed him just the same.

Well, all right, but if there's ever a man

deserved to die, it was him.

I guess it's just the idea,

Woodley waiting around to hang for something we did.

He ain't hanging for this.

Hanging for what we and then half the town

took off of him and his diamondback partner.

You know it.

But it's still gonna take some getting used to.

Well, you work on it.

Well, Claude, there's-there's all kinds of ways of dying,

but... stretching a rope...

Now you shut that up.

Why, odd as a...

But in a horse liniment box, Adam!

- Yeah. - You should've seen him, Clara.

He was smuggling it down the street

like he just robbed the bank.

Oh, stop joshing me now, Matt.

Hey, I can remember the time

when your father would have carried a thing like this

right down the center of Front Street

just hoping somebody'd say something

Yeah, well, we've got a kind of a sticky marshal now

that frowns on street brawling.

Well, it's a good thing, Dad.

You getting a little old for that, aren't you?

Yeah, well, I can still handle you

three out of four falls, young fella.

See that, Matt?

Gray hair doesn't make any difference or anything.

Hey, uh, you gray-haired folk, uh, tell us,

if you had to do it all over, what would you do different?

Well... I guess maybe we'd have had you boys a little earlier,

so we could have enjoyed you longer.

And spoiled you more.

- Spoiled us? - Now, wait a minute.

I defy any man to say I spoil my sons.

Oh...

They've done their share of hell-raising.

We had a good teacher for that, Dad.

Should have seen him a few years back.

Well, folks, I hate to say this, but I got to be going.

- Oh, now, Matt, you... - Oh, come on, it's early, Matt.

- We're just starting. - No, I...

I've got a long ride in the morning.

I'm going up to Hays City.

I got to take Mel Woodley up.

- Oh. - Mel Woodley?

Yeah, he's a killer, Ma.

He's gonna hang over in Hays City.

Oh?

Yeah, I think he'll probably appeal, but, uh...

An appeal?

To a life sentence.

Well, here, let's don't finish this evening up

on such a sober note.

I want to teach those youngsters there some of the delights

of a rare old bottle of brandy.

This brandy's older than either of you boys are.

You don't suppose that I'm gonna waste it on 'em, do you, Matt?

Oh, I don't know; I don't think it made much difference to you.

As far as his boys are concerned, nothing'd stop him.

Well...

- To Clara. - Why, thank you.

- Here's to both of you. - Ah.

♪♪

What the thunder is the matter with 'em?

Hello, Doc.

Oh, it's you, huh?

What's the matter with you, the heat got you?

What do you mean, the heat?

Well, you sound like you're about ready

to tear somebody's head off.

No, it's not the heat.

And if you must know, it's this danged outfit in Kansas City

that calls themselves a pharmaceutical supply house.

Now what'd they do?

It's what they didn't do. I overpaid 'em last month

and they were supposed to refund me and it's not here.

They were so anxious to get that circular out to me.

Well, now, if you're short on money,

maybe I can loan you a few dollars.

The only thing I'm short of is patience.

Well, there must be other houses.

Why don't you try one?

Certainly not.

It's the only firm that gives me credit.

Don't dun me every time my bill is due...

Mrs. Woodley.

Dr. Adams.

Marshal.

Hi, Mrs. Woodley.

How are things?

Same as always.

Only waiting's draining me dry.

Waitin'?

On my husband's appeal.

Mrs. Woodley, your husband's sentence

is due to be carried out day after tomorrow.

I hope the Lord forgives me.

It's a...

terrible thing to pray

that a person hang,

but I prayed Mel would hang.

And I prayed every day

since I knew of his appeal.

A terrible thing, coming to that.

An awful thing.

Hey, what's the matter with you, Ab?

If you hate that horse so much, why don't you give him to me,

'fore you run him to death.

Claude...

I come all the way over here from Fire City

just to tell you...

Tell me what?

Mel Woodley's appeal has been denied.

Who told you that?

A couple boys from Circle B.

Word come in this morning.

What are you all flustered up about?

Nothing's changed, has it?

Well, I-I kind of hoped that they might...

Yeah, that they might change it to a life sentence?

I hoped they would. I prayed they would.

You know, you're the only living man who did.

Claude, I'm coming apart.

You come back up here and listen to me.

- I know what you're gonna say. - Oh, you do, huh?

- You remember Will Bates? - Sure.

You remember what he looked like after Woodley and Cantwell

- got through stompin' on him? - Look, they paid for that.

Oh, they did, huh? Well, what about Woodley's own wife?

You think he ever paid for what he done to her?

You think he ever paid for what he did to every man

in Dodge City who was littler or weaker than he was?

Claude, let's not go over all this again.

You remember Charlie Crooter?

Well, nobody could prove it,

but everybody knew how he died.

I still wish we hadn't got mixed up in it.

Well, I'm sorry we killed him, too, but...

he's dead now and I don't feel the least bit sorry for him.

I don't believe that.

Listen, you believe what you want to.

Let me tell you something.

You just think about what it would do to the folks

if you told 'em what really happened.

Another thing you might keep in mind

is that we both hang.

Don't you worry.

I'm not gonna tell.

Well, that's better.

Not on account of you and not on account of the folks.

Not on account of I'm scared to the core

of the thought of that rope around my neck.

Well, whatever reason, just keep your mouth shut.

Hey, you got nothing to do, why don't you, uh,

fix that plow in the shed.

'Cause I got something to do. I'm going back to town.

- What, again? - Again!

What for?

I'm gonna get drunk again.

Just as drunk as I can get!

- Howdy, son. - Hello!

- Get her fixed? - Yeah, I think so.

I'm gonna have to tie her down a little bit

if the wind comes up.

Yeah, looks like this could be a bad one, all right.

Here, get the gate for me, will you?

Yeah.

Hyah.

Where's Ab?

Oh, he went back on into town.

- What, again? - Yeah.

What's he up to anyway?

Oh, I don't know.

Always covering for him, aren't you?

It's all right.

I was young once myself.

Tell me something, is she pretty?

Oh, I don't know. He didn't say.

Yeah. Well, he always was one to keep his own counsel.

I tell you, I never have any idea

what's going on in that boy's mind.

There we go.

You I can read like a book.

Yeah, I guess

I'll be losing you boys one of these days.

You run off, get married,

maybe, uh... maybe get me a few grandchildren

to lighten my old age, huh?

Yeah, so you can be what you look like, huh?

Oh? What's that?

Oh, a white-haired old grandpappy.

Oh, you.

Here, come on in the house. See what Ma has got for dinner.

Yeah, I'll take the saddle in, be right in.

You, uh, figuring to drown in that, sonny?

It ain't none of my business, boy,

but there's times when a man can't get drunk,

no matter how hard he tries.

Well, it's true.

If a man's carrying too big a load

or if he's got too many things on his mind, well,

whiskey won't do no good.

I've seen it happen time and time again.

Oh, no offense, Sonny.

I was just trying to be sociable.

A boy your age don't figure to be putting on

unless he's got something... something eating at him.

You, uh... you have a blowup with your girl maybe?

Maybe.

Yeah, it figures.

A woman'll do it to you every time.

You take Mel Woodley's wife.

I... I hear tell, she's glad he's gonna hang.

You heard her say that?

Well, that's the talk.

Mind you, now, I didn't hold nothing with Woodley.

Well, he's about the most miserable human being

you're ever likely to come across.

And I know personal that he killed his partner,

but that still ain't no reason for his wife to talk that way.

What makes you so sure that Woodley done that killing?

What?!

I said, what makes you so sure Woodley done that killing?!

What-what makes me so sure?

Weren't you at the trial?

No. I, uh... I wasn't.

I couldn't make it.

Oh, well, they... they had me on the witness stand

for more than 20 minutes.

Well, I-I told them, the night of the killing

that Cantwell and Woodley were right here in this saloon

till just before the murder.

And they were at each others' throats, too.

You see that there chair, right behind you there?

Right there?

That's where Cantwell was sitting

just ten minutes before Woodley put a knife in him.

No, I-I told the jury,

if I hadn't run for the marshal,

why, the killing would have took place right here in this saloon.

- Yeah... - Well, they...

they was in a knife fight

by the time I got back from the...

marshal.

♪ Ta-too, tee-ta ♪

♪ Da-leet, fah, daddle, dee ♪

♪ Doo, doo-da, dee, dee, da-dee ♪

♪ Daddy-ooh, dee, dah, dee-dee, day ♪

♪ Doodoo-doo, doodle-doo, deedle-ee ♪

♪ Deedee-ooh, dee-dee, fiddly, doo ♪

♪ Many a year has came and went ♪

♪ Since the Mud Creek incident ♪

♪ Hog Haggen drawed a might too late ♪

♪ And Soak Weed shot him twice ♪

♪ But before my grandpa died ♪

♪ He fetched me down to his side ♪

♪ And he imparted a heap of good advice ♪

♪ He said, Festus, don't never let a man draw first ♪

♪ He'll shoot your head all full of holes and stuff ♪

♪ He said, swaller good whiskey when you've got a thirst ♪

♪ And bullies is pikers if you call their bluff ♪

♪ Doo-doo-doo-deedle deedle-doo-doo ♪

♪ Doodle-doo-dee-da-buh doo-doo ♪

♪ Doo-doo-doo-deedle deedle-doo-doo ♪

♪ Doodle-doo-dee-da-buh doo-doo ♪

♪ Ba-doomp-dee-da, doo-dee-da ♪

♪ Twadeet-don-doddle-tee... ♪

Oh, evening, Ab.

Whiskey.

Sure thing.

You're getting to be one of our regular customers.

That ain't the compliment you think it is.

You're filling your britches pretty fast, aren't you, Ab?

Why don't you just pour the drink, Sam?

♪ He said, Festus, don't take ♪

♪ No purty woman's word ♪

♪ Don't let her make no silly fool of you ♪

♪ He said squeeze 'em and tease 'em ♪

♪ And build yourself a herd ♪

♪ Then you can call one out if you want to ♪

♪ Doot-da-doot... ♪

Did you hear that?

Sure as the Lord made little green apples

we're fixing to have ourselves a twisty.

A what?

Twisty... you can tell the way the heat's a-building up,

and the way the wind's a-whistling around out yonder.

Did you ever see the wind blow a rooster in a jug?

Huh?

Well, I did.

See you later, Marshal.

Wait just a minute, Rudy.

Sit down. I got something to tell you.

Ain't nothing

that'll make your innards more squeamy

than a first-class

pure oldie twisty will.

First-class what?

Evening, Miss Kitty.

- Kitty. - How are you, Matt?

Well, fine.

He's a little bit out of hand tonight.

See what you can do with him.

I'll, uh, I'll see you later.

Oh, wait a minute, Matthew.

I-I got to...

What's a "twisty"?

Well, it's a, it's a big old stout wind,

something like a cyclone.

That so?

I recollect one hit the hill country here a few years back.

Picked up a old dry well...

Hole, shaft and everything.

It did?

Well, I hope to jump in your vest pocket, it did.

I tell you what else it done.

It took that old dry well... Hole, shaft and all...

Up pert-near three miles.

And when she turned her loose and she come a-whistling down,

she hit the ground with such a force

that she drove that shaft

183 feet deeper than it was to start with.

It did?!

Hit a gusher.

Made the Sweet Water Lake three mile acrost.

Well, I heard that when it hit the badlands,

it raised such dust,

there were gophers 40 feet up in the air

just digging like crazy trying to get their way

back down to the ground.

Yes, sir, that was a real twisty.

How about a beer?

Make it a whiskey, and I'll stay.

Rudy, bring him a drink.

I'll have a beer.

Sam!

Sam...

What are you serving me, tea?

Now, just a minute, Ab...

Don't "just a minute" me, I...

Pour.

Pour whiskey.

Watch your step.

Sam, give me bar towel.

Get me another Scotch.

Mm-hmm.

You know something, Miss Kitty?

Right there's as sudden a change

as I have ever saw in a body, I believe.

He's spent more money in here in the last three or four weeks

than he has in the last six months.

I'll just bet he has.

Every time I turn around, I see him in here.

This'll settle some of your twisty dust.

Smart aleck.

Mister.

Hey, you.

Now that's the third time you've bothered me.

Oh, well...

You know, if I was you,

I-I'd just stay out of the way.

Sonny boy,

if you can't hold your liquor, you better stay out of saloons.

Why don't you go to blazes?

Rudy, go for the marshal and Doc.

Oh, here he is.

I'll get Doc.

What's happened?

He started to draw on me, I shot him.

Marshal, the man's right.

Ab was looking for trouble before he took his first drink.

I saw it all.

Ab drew first.

It's the God's truth, the man gave me no choice.

He's never been in a gunfight before.

Don't try to move, Ab.

Just... Just take it easy.

Doc's on his way.

I'm gonna tell him...

I'm gonna tell him. I'm gonna tell him.

Tell him...

Tell him right now.

I'm gonna tell him.

Oh. Doc.

Doc?

Doc...

Take it easy, Ab.

Easy.

I want you to tell him, please.

Tell Woodley for me.

Woodley?

Tell Woodley I'm sorry.

Sorry for what?

Tell Woodley...

it was Claude and me that...

It was Claude and me that killed Cantwell.

It wasn't him.

I just couldn't take that... with me.

Got to get a wire off to Hays City right away,

stop that hanging.

What are you gonna tell Adam and Clara?

I don't know.

Get Ab's horse and bring it around to the office,

will you, Festus?

Evening, Marshal.

You seen Barney Danches tonight?

Like always, after he closes the telegraph office.

You notice how the storm's driving the flies inside?

How long ago?

Huh?

I said how long ago was he here?

Oh, about an hour or so.

He still have the room at Ma Smalley's?

As far as I know.

Uh, he won't be there, though.

Why not?

Well, him and Hank Cooters was starting to put one on.

Uh, took a bottle with 'em over to Hank's.

Thanks.

- People...! - Yeah, people.

They're the ruination of the whole world.

- Right. - And don't you forget it.

Not one worth a plug

of good chewing tobacco.

Except for you and me, Barney.

I know, boy. Let's drink to that.

Mm-hmm.

Hank, you in there?

What's the matter, can't you hear anybody knocking?

We hear you, but we ain't listening.

Barney, I need you to send a telegram.

You can send it in the morning.

Well, I have to send it tonight.

Office is closed. Sorry.

Yeah, well, we're gonna open it.

- Come on, Barney. - Oh, hold on there!

Ain't nothing or nobody worth going out

- on a night like this. - That's my hat!

You'll be back later.

And you just proved it, Marshal!

Not worth a plug of good chewing tobacco,

except Barney and me.

All right...

Always had fun with my buddy...

Will you mind telling me what's so all-fired important...

- All right, come on. - It can't wait till morning?

Now sit down, there.

I want you to get Hays City on the wire... hurry up.

Oh... Hays City...

Send a telegram to the sheriff.

Tell him to stop Mel Woodley's hanging.

Tell him I got one of Cantwell's killers

and I'll have the other soon... Now, go on.

What are you talking about?

Everybody knows Woodley killed him.

Barney, would you quit talking and get sending?

There's no answer.

Well, keep trying.

Can't understand it, Marshal.

They got a night man, I know.

He's probably sleeping.

Still no answer.

Do you suppose the storm

could've knocked out the lines?

Yeah, it could have.

Barney, I want you to keep sending.

I don't care if it takes you all night.

All night?!

Keep sending.

All night for a man like Woodley.

I say, let him hang.

Huh?

What's that?

Somebody at the door.

Oh. What time is it?

What difference does that make?

Go see who it is.

Oh, yeah.

Oh! Matt!

Come on in, get out of the wind.

Evening, Matt.

Sit down.

I, uh...

I'm afraid I got some bad news.

Bad news?

It's Ab.

Ab?

He's been shot.

Shot...

He's dead.

He's dead.

He's dead!

Who's dead?

Ab!

Ab is dead, he's dead!

- Mother, come on. - Oh, no, no, no, no...

- Come sit down, Mama. - Ab is dead...

- Come-come on. - He's dead!

No, no, no, no...

no, no...

Who did it, Matt?

Oh, no, no...

Who did it?

Some cowboy in the Long Branch.

Why?

Well, there was a fight.

Ab was drunk.

Ab... drunk?

I'll tell you why he was drunk, Adam.

'Cause it wasn't Mel Woodley that killed Cantwell.

It was your boys.

My sons...

killed Cantwell?

Ab confessed it to me just before he died.

Now, Adam, I'm gonna have to take Claude with me right now.

You're not gonna take Claude anyplace, Matt.

Adam, there's a bad storm out;

the telegraph wires are down.

I've got to get Claude to Hays City right now,

before they hang Mel Woodley.

Claude for Mel Woodley?

Matt...

Adam, it wasn't Mel Woodley that killed Cantwell.

It was your sons.

Claude...

Oh, no...

Matt tells me that you boys killed Cantwell.

Is that true?

Yeah, it's true, Pa.

- But now, look... - Get your coat.

- Get my coat? Pa...! - Get your coat!

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna let you take him out of here,

because right now,

if Clara found out about this,

it would kill her.

But Hays City is a long way, Matt.

And you'll never get him there.

Now, Adam, don't do anything foolish.

You stay here with Clara.

She's gonna need you.

Oh, Adam! Oh, Adam!

Get your hands up!

Why didn't you shoot?

Would it mean that much to you for me to hang for Woodley?

Let's go!

You ain't gonna get to Hays City if this rain don't let up.

Not that I mind.

We'll get there in time

to stop the hanging, all right.

Yeah, I... guess you win, Marshal.

Claude, nobody wins in a thing like this.

Woodley maybe.

At least he ain't gonna hang

for something he didn't do.

All right, those horses are rested.

Let's get started.

Over here!

Well, I guess you didn't lose him yet, Marshal.

Quiet! Don't say a word.

Adam!

Matt!

Let the boy go.

You'll have to kill me to get him, Adam.

And I don't think you're gonna do that.

Now, why don't you put the rifle down?

Matt, please!

Let the boy go!

You know I can't do that, Adam.

Listen, nobody'd ever know.

You could say he got away in the storm.

Matt...

I'm begging you. Please!

Adam, it's all over.

Now, go back home.

Come on.

Matt!

Matt!

How's it look, Pa?

Well, at least he ain't dead.

What are you doing?

Providence, son.

You're free!

What about him?

I'll take care of him after you're gone.

- Now, get going. - Well, that log's too heavy.

I have to help you lift it.

Come here.

I-I can manage this. Now...

Now, look. I can...

Go on, do what your pa tells you.

You're worth a dozen Woodleys and a dozen Cantwells.

Now, get out of here!

Matt?

Matt!

Hey, that's pretty smooth.

No, we better do that again, Sheriff.

We ought to try it a few more times, just for luck.

You close that door down there again?

Put it back up.

It didn't work.

That's working pretty good.

Yeah.

Sheriff?

Sheriff, it's not time yet.

You... you're gonna be the one who pulls the trap?

You...

You... you're from Dodge.

Did you come all this way just to watch me hang?

Yeah, all the way, Woodley.

Well, listen, you go back to Dodge.

And you tell them people you did see me hang.

You saw a man die, screaming and yelling he didn't do nothing!

He never killed nobody!

They still wouldn't believe you.

But there's one that would.

Yeah, there's one that would.

And I hope he burns in damnation.

Well, I guess seeing you don't make it any easier.

Wha-what do you mean? Wait-wait a minute...

Wait a minute! What do you mean?! What...?

Get away from that cell.

What the devil you doing here, boy?

I asked you a question.

Come on, Matt.

Here you go.

How is it?

Ah, it's... it's getting pretty numb.

Well, you passed out again.

Matt, I ju... I just can't move this log.

You're gonna have to go for help.

I can't leave you here.

You got to.

Listen.

Claude!

We'll get it off you in a little while, Marshal.

Let's go.

Sorry, Pa, I...

couldn't let him hang.

You all right, Matt?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm feeling some better.

All right, let's see if we can lift it up off him now.

It's coming... keep going...

Here's some help...