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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

It's all I got left.

Go ahead.

Take a look.

Look, I told you there's nothing else,

and I want them furs.

The rifle?

Why, you filthy old bag of bones.

You think I'd give you something worth that much money?

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you the rifle for her.

Even trade.

Okay.

Have it your way.

Suit yourself.

That's all you're gonna get.

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There you are, ma'am.

Well... now I know what I've been missing.

What's her name?

I don't know, sir.

Listen, mister, I just spent four months in Pawnee territory,

where they eat little fellas like you for breakfast.

Now, what's her name?

Miss Gregory.

Linda Gregory.

Now, see how easy it is, once you learn how?

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Uh, uh, Mr. Botkin.

What is it you want?

Well, let me see it.

It's worth $110,

but I can't pay you.

Now, let's have no trouble here.

I have to hold this until I check with the marshal.

Go get the marshal.

Hold him. Hold him tight! Hold on to him!

- Here, what's up? - In there.

In the closet.

Put him in there.

Will you quit that, Fred?

There ain't no eight-year-old young'un

gonna tell me how to play checkers.

I know that.

Now quit.

See what I'm telling... Why don't you get on home now.

The jailhouse ain't no place for young'uns.

Now git.

Freddie, maybe you'd better go on home.

Your mom might be looking for you.

We'll see you again later.

Fred...

this here's the onliest piece I got left.

Do you want it?

Thanks, Festus.

Uh, it's a funny thing, Matthew,

how both of us has got such a way with children, ain't it?

How's that?

Well, uh, you and me, now,

anything ever strike you about you and me?

Well, now, not so's I could recollect.

Well, we're just as much alike as two peas in a pod.

- We are, huh? - Course we are!

You ain't married.

See? And I ain't married. I ain't got no house,

no wife, no children.

Neither have you.

No belongings, no nothin'.

We're just like two old tumbleweeds,

a-kind of... bobblin' and a-bumblin'

out across the prairie.

Directly we'll hit a barbed wire fence

and we'll just...

kind of hang up there and just...

nothin' away.

Hmm... well, maybe before we "nothin' away" altogether,

I better just have another cup of coffee.

Marshal, Mr. Botkin wants you over at the bank right away.

All right.

How much is it worth, Mr. Botkin?

- $110. - I see.

Where is the boy?

I locked him in the broom closet there.

He became violent.

I thought maybe it was stolen.

After all, he was wounded, as though he'd been in a fight.

He's been wounded, all right. A couple of you men

get him up to Doc's office, will you?

Festus, go get Katawa.

Here, Mr. Botkin... I'll take the $110.

I'll give it to him.

I'll tell you this, he sure has came a long ways.

I'd bet Pappy a mule that he's been a-runnin'

the best part of three or four days.

Well, you know, there is a Pawnee village

up on the Canadian River, but that's-that's over 200 miles.

What do you think, Doc?

Well...

he's exhausted and he's half-starved.

He sure lost a lot of blood, and he's got a bullet in here, too.

Katawa,

ask him a couple of questions,

see if you can find out what his name is and where he came from.

He will not speak.

Try him again.

Listen, young man, I don't know who in thunder you're mad at,

but it'd sure be easier on you if you'd help us a little.

What do you reckon he's doing in town, Matthew?

I don't know.

Let me tell you something, if old Doc gets him patched up

and he goes down yonder on the street in them duds,

he ain't gonna last very long in Dodge.

Here, here, wait a minute... You're not going anyplace,

not till I get that bullet out of there.

Why don't you all just get out of here.

G'night, Doc.

I'll tell you something.

It's gonna hurt you quite a bit.

I guess you don't even care about that, do you?

Well, I told you it'd hurt you if you'd move around.

Now, what do you want to do that fer?

All right, there's your change.

Now, get back over there and lie down.

Well...

if you're bound and determined you're gonna go,

I can't keep you from it.

But I'll tell you something, you sure need some rest,

and that plate of soup's not gonna last you very long,

but there you are.

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I'm tellin' you, Doc, if you'd-a had

one of my machines, before you started to whittlin'

on that poor boy, you'd-a knowed where that bullet was at.

What in thunder are you talking about, anyway?

I got me a idea for a new machine to find bullets with.

Doc, I'll just bet you a pretty that half of your patients

would be alive today, if you'd had something

to show you what to look fer, instead of doin' what you do.

What do you mean, what I do?

Oh, you go to prodding and jabbing and poking around

inside of them, a-lookin' for something

that you ain't got no idea where it's at.

If you're gonna start inventing something,

it's my personal considered opinion that you ought

to stick with something that's slightly more commensurate

with your mental capabilities,

like inventing a-a-a buttonhole or a toothpick or something!

- Good evening, Doc. - No, it ain't.

What's wrong with him?

Oh, nothing.

Festus was trying to explain

a new machine of his, and he just got all upset.

Why, he just flew all to pieces,

just throwed a regular ying-yang.

Now, what it is, you see...

Uh, Sam, uh, would you bring the marshal a beer?

Yes, ma'am.

Anything new on our young Indian friend?

No. I haven't seen hide nor hair of him, Kitty,

since he went shopping this afternoon.

Shopping? I thought he was wounded.

He was.

But after old Doc took the bullet out of him,

he went down to the store, bought hisself a new hat

and a new pair of britches and everything, got all duded up.

Is it true that he came nearly 200 miles on foot?

Well, we don't know for sure, Kitty,

but the nearest Pawnee settlement I know of

is down on the Canadian River, and that's 200 miles.

Got any idea what he's doing here?

Well, it seems like he's after somebody, but he-he won't talk;

he won't open his mouth, so we don't know who it is.

Barkeep.

Take out for the drinks.

What happened? I-I thought we were gonna have a big evening.

I changed my mind.

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Oh, I'm glad you're here, Marshal.

McCAW: What kind of a hotel is this anyway?!

- What's happened, Mr. McCaw? - What happened?

A thief tried to break in my room, that's what happened.

- Thief? - Yeah, that's what I said... a thief.

Somebody that knew I sold all those furs yesterday.

Now, you're the marshal around here.

Why don't you do something about things like this?

You give me a description of the man; I'll see if I can find him.

I ain't got no description.

All I saw was a shadow at the window.

You mean to tell me you were taking shots

and throwing chairs at a shadow?

Well, now, a man's got a right to protect himself, ain't he?

Especially since the law don't seem to be doing its job.

Well, now, maybe since you're so set on protection,

I'll just take you and throw you in jail for the night.

You sure got a smart mouth, ain't you, Marshal.

Don't push your luck, mister.

Well, why don't you just keep standing there

making smart remarks at me a little longer.

Maybe the thief will get clean out of Dodge.

All right, let's go.

All right, get going.

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Hey, hey, now, what are you doing?

Hold on here!

All right, that-that's enough out of you.

Now, just hold back.

What's going on, Kitty?

I don't know.

He just came in here and started breaking things up

and throwing things around.

He did, huh?

All right, what do you got to say about that?

All right, maybe a night in jail will just cool you off

a little bit, young fellow... Let's go.

If that don't take a rag off of a bush.

What do you reckon got into him?

Oh, don't ask me.

But after all the energy you've expended,

I-I think we better get something into you.

- What...? - Sam...

- Yes, ma'am. - Let's have a double over here.

It's mighty thoughty of you, Miss Kitty.

Guess a swallow wouldn't hurt none, right?

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What...?!

All right, that's enough.

Come on, let go of him!

Let go.

What's going on here?

You little red snake.

Where did you get this knife?

What's going on, McCaw?

How do I know what goes through the mind of a crazy Indian?

What have you got against him?

All right, come on, let's get out of here.

Sit down.

Now, look, I know that you understand English.

You're not fooling anybody.

You might as well sit down.

I'll tell you something else.

You're making a criminal out of yourself by acting this way.

You may wind up spending more time in jail

than your friend McCaw.

You better think about that.

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Well, here they are, Matthew...

Hot cinnamon rolls, right straight from the bakery.

You two made up, did you?

Oh, he tried to stick a knife in McCaw last night.

I had to keep 'em separated.

Stick a knife in him?

And here I thought he'd give up on them savage ways.

Yeah, if you're, uh, figuring to fix coffee,

why, just fix it for yourself.

I'm going to take him to Delmonico's to breakfast.

Delmonico's?!

You mean you're fixing to take that heathen over yonder?

Sure.

Well, didn't you just now tell me

that he tried to stick a knife in a defenseless man,

right yonder in the jail cell?

That's right.

Matthew, I... I wouldn't want to tell you

how to run your law and order department,

but if you was to ask me...

Well, now, Festus, you remember the other day,

you were saying we're alike in some ways

and different in some ways?

Well, maybe that's one of the ways.

I got to say this.

He sure has gentled down a heap

to what he was last night.

What did you do to change him like that?

Well, maybe I just gave him the idea that I trusted him.

Oh, say, by the way, long as you're here,

maybe you could give McCaw something to eat.

Fix enough coffee for the both of you

and give him some of those rolls.

You can take 16 cents to pay for 'em, out of the petty cash.

Well, golly Bill,

I sure get the big end of the bargains, don't I?

Let's go eat.

By golly, this floor sure is in bad shape.

It could stand a good scrubbing.

Foot.

Sit down.

- Morning, Marshal. - Hello, Wally.

Uh, I guess I'll have some eggs and a couple of pork chops.

The pork chops are very good this morning.

What about your... your friend?

Oh, give him a steak, I guess.

My name is Kioga.

How do you know I speak your language?

In the doctor's office yesterday,

Festus mentioned you looked conspicuous.

You went right out and got yourself a haircut

and bought some clothes.

Kioga, what are you doing here in Dodge?

Why are you after this man McCaw?

I am your prisoner?

Well, no, you're not.

I can't hold you unless McCaw wants

to prefer charges against you,

and I don't think he wants to do that.

I am free?

Well, right after breakfast, you're free, yeah.

Right now, I want to know what you're doing here in Dodge.

I cannot tell.

You mean you can't or you won't?

Look, Kioga, I'm not trying to force you to talk.

I'm asking you.

You are my friend?

I'd like to be, yeah.

Between friends, there is need for understanding, not talk.

Well, that's a good point.

But, you see, Kioga, I'm your friend, yes,

but I'm also a lawman, and it's part of my job

to find out why you want to kill McCaw.

He is an evil man.

Well, yes, I can believe that, all right,

but what have you got against him?

What did he do to you?

If I told you, you would keep him in your jail?

That's right.

I do not want him in your jail.

I want him out.

Out where I can kill him.

Out where I can make him afraid of every shadow,

where I can give him back the suffering he has given.

You know, you talk like that,

I'll have to keep him in protective custody

and send you away.

You know he is an evil man,

yet you would protect him against me?

I have to.

It's part of my job.

I will take nothing from you.

Kioga, I can't help you,

unless you bring charges against this man... tell me what he did.

That's the law.

I do not care about your law!

All right... but I want you to promise me one thing:

I want you to promise me that you won't try

to take matters into your own hands anymore.

- There. - What's that for?

Well, it's to clean up your cell with.

Marshall kind of cottons to jailbirds

that tries to make a good imprint,

you know, and keep everything clean.

If I was you, I'd just scrub this thing to a...

All right, McCaw, I'm going to turn you loose.

Can't seem to stop that Indian from wanting to kill you.

You can't, huh?

You want to stay here, in protective custody?

You're pretty clever, Marshal.

No, thanks.

I ain't admitting to nothing, not even that he's after me.

Yeah, I kind of figured that.

Has he, uh, got a horse?

Not that I know of.

All right, then, I'll ride out now.

Good.

Here we go...

How much?

Thirty dollars.

Where put bullets?

Right here.

I buy.

You put in bullets.

All right.

There you are; that'll be five dollars.

And I can pay the Dodge House, too, for you,

if you're in a hurry.

He's in a hurry.

How much is the Dodge House?

Three dollars.

You mean to tell me it costs more for that horse

than it does for me?

Well, maybe he's worth more than you.

No, no, no... not like that.

Hold it tight against your shoulder,

or the recoil will hurt you.

That's better.

Kioga!

Drop that gun!

Go on, put it down, now,

before you kill somebody.

Drop it!

Doggone kid.

Now I gotta go after him.

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McCaw!

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You will die very slowly.

No. No!

No.

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Get me out of here, Marshal.

Take it easy, now.

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Now, get over here.

Howdy, Matthew.

Festus.

You got 'em both at a time, alive, all right.

Yeah.

What you got him tied up like that for?

The only way I could get him back here.

He'd die rather than come here.

Bet his whole wrists are sure sore and raw, ain't they?

I guess he likes to suffer.

What will you do with me?

You're going to jail.

And that one,

he is free?

That's right.

Unless you've got something to say.

What's left to say?

You brought me to your village on rope like dog,

for men to laugh at.

Kioga, I'm getting a little tired of your pride.

I brought you here this way

'cause you wouldn't come any other way.

You're not man enough for me to trust you.

"Trust." It is a word.

While we stand here and talk of trust,

that man, with the blood of my father and sister on his hands,

is free.

Well, now, that's a little better.

Now you tell me the rest of it.

If I tell you, you will put him in your jail.

He'll be tried by your people

and given your justice.

But it is I and my people

who have suffered, not yours.

Isn't it better for him to get my justice than none at all?

He came to my tepee to trade for furs

but offered only trinkets.

When my father refused,

he took the furs anyway.

We tried to stop him.

He shot me

and killed my father.

You're a liar.

My sister had no one to protect her.

I say you're a liar.

I've never been anywhere near Pawnee territory.

Well, now, that's not true, Marshal.

He told me when he checked in the Dodge House,

he'd spent four months in Pawnee territory.

Well, all right.

I was there.

But I never seen his sister or his father.

I don't know what he's talking about.

McCaw, you're gonna stand trial for this,

and I hope you hang.

Are you gonna take the word of a dirty redskin?

- Get off me. - That's enough.

Get him out of here before I kill him myself.

Come on, get out...

All right, folks, it's all over.

Break it up and go on home, now.

Go on, all of you.

You would have killed him?

No, I wouldn't, Kioga.

Perhaps not, but I think you would have

liked to kill him.

Kioga...

I'm sorry for what happened to your family.

I can understand how you feel.

But, you see...

you would've killed him; I wouldn't...

That's the difference between us.

That makes me wrong?

No, no, I didn't say that.

Just different.

He will die anyway?

He'll die.

He knows he will die?

Yes, he knows it.

It is enough.

It is not Pawnee way,

but it is enough.

Your way, nobody would have known about it.

My way, he'll be an example to all men.

Now, don't you think that's worth something?

It may be so.

Good, Kioga.

I think you understand.

I'm gonna let you go free.

You are not going to put me in jail?

Not if you'll promise

to come back in two weeks for the hearing.

I... I thought you did not trust me.

"Trust" is just a word.

What's needed between friends is understanding, not words.