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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Hold up.

Thanks for the help.

Sure don't give up easy, do they?

Frank Dano.

How are you, Frank?

Marshal.

You heading for home?

Yeah, just stopping by to see Mom.

Look, why don't you give me a hand here,

I'll buy you a drink when we get to Dodge?

Sure it won't bother you,

drinking with a rustler fresh out of prison?

Not if it doesn't bother you.

The old mule still earning his keep, huh?

Give you a hand with that?

Where's Edmund?

He'll be in Saturday.

Why he no come with you?

I got off a couple of days earlier for good behavior.

Too bad you don't have the good behavior

when you teach your brother to steal the cows.

All I can say, Papa...

I'm sorry for making you unhappy.

A boy, you're sorry.

A man, you're sorry.

Frankie's always sorry.

I just got home, Papa.

Bravo. My thieving son... He's come home.

Maybe I should hang up a flag, huh?

I just come back to say good-bye to Mama.

Your mama is dying!

You ask yourself why she dies!

You finish early, eh, Papa?

Mama?

Frankie.

Frankie! Oh. Oh, Frankie!

Now, don't you cry, Mama.

Oh, let me look at you.

Oh, Frankie, you grow old, eh?

Why, just a couple gray hairs, Mama.

- Becomes me, I'm told. - Yes.

Edmund?

Edmund will be along in a couple of days.

Now, what's this, you down on the floor scrubbing?

Oh, a little work don't hurt nobody, huh?

But, Mama, you belong sitting on the front porch.

On the porch belongs old woman, not me.

Mama, I won't like it

thinking of you here not taking care of yourself.

Hey, you leaving?

Before Papa throws me out.

No, this he would never do, Frankie.

Mama, I-I don't even want to talk about me staying.

I wait six years for my son.

Just so I say good-bye?

I-I can't go on fighting with Papa.

No fight. Stay and work.

- Mama... - Frankie,

a man work all his life on the land.

Why? You don't know why?

Just to give land to his sons.

How long can I listen

to Papa telling me what a rotten son I am?

It's so hard to prove he's wrong, Frankie?

Mama, I'm leaving.

Ugh!

Mama, what are you trying to do, kill yourself?

Your papa and me is one.

My son may not love one without the other one.

Frankie,

the land is taking all of his strength.

You don't owe him one little thing?

Eh?

Mama, if I stay,

it'll only be until the fall crops are in,

until Edmund and Papa have things in hand.

Now, I can't stay after that.

Always, each day take care of itself, Frankie.

Okay, Mama.

Okay. Okay.

One thing I can't stand... The smell of a jailbird.

Big brother.

Hey, you look a mite different, no bars in front of your face.

No better looking, just different.

But it improved your appearance, I'd say.

Yeah.

Boy, look at that, Frankie.

Open sky, huh?

No one telling you when you can look at it.

It's a good feeling, Edmund.

Yeah, well, now let's get this thing unloaded

and get us a drink.

We'll get the drink at the house.

Mama's got the candles out,

along with the finest wine

and the fattest goose you've ever seen.

Hey, well...

Home we go, huh?

That's the Howell girl.

Sure grew up fast, all right.

Yeah.

Huh.

You can do better than that, Brother Edmund.

I'm not too sure, Brother Frank.

Gal like Elsie waits this long to get married,

may prove a bit interesting.

Get you a job in a saloon, Mama.

Oh, you think Mama don't have fancy feet, eh?

- Oh. - Two candles.

- My sons are home, eh? - Oh.

- Thank you. - It's a nice cake, Mama.

Ah.

A few tears are mixed in with the cream.

Oh, now, you cut the bird, maybe you no talk so much, eh?

A leg for me, Papa.

You hear? I bought Mr. Miller's farm.

Oh, that's that place out back, isn't it?

I make sure your future is in the land.

Yeah, well, that sounds like a good move, Papa.

Huh, Frank?

Yeah, it sounds great.

Gonna make my farm the biggest one around.

Well, you're going to find me out there pitching in, Papa.

Yes, sir.

You keep that sun shining, boy,

and I'm gonna outwork those mules.

You grown, Edmund.

He was only 17,

a growing boy.

A father's few pleasures is

to see his boy grown into manhood.

We should forget about that now, Papa.

Yes. Is forgot.

Sure, like forgetting your right hand is cut off.

Our sons are home.

All right, I no speak about it no more.

Attaboy, Papa.

All water under the bridge, as they say, huh?

Well, I mean, we all make mistakes.

Mistake.

To steal cows, maybe.

But to teach a younger brother.

All right, I no speak of it no more.

Eh, eh, you look pale, Edmund.

Why you no take a job with Frankie

in the stable where the sun shine, eh?

Uh...

I had an inside job, Mama.

Inside? Uh...

What is inside job?

Well, I-I tried an escape the first year,

and it didn't work, so, uh,

had to spend all your time in the, uh... hole.

In a hole?

That's solitary confinement,

all by yourself.

Ah.

Oh, Mama, it's all over.

And you no try to escape?

I didn't think it was a wise thing, Papa.

Six years ago,

you have Edmund, a baby, stealing the cows.

It's too bad you no think that was not wise then.

Eat. Now we eat, that's all.

Frank... he's allowed to raise the horses,

and Edmund is kept in a cage like an animal.

You was a grown man!

He was only a baby!

Papa, you got to get off Frankie's back.

It will not be spoken of no more.

Well, I'm go out and get Frank back in here.

The old man does a lot of talking, huh?

Yeah.

Look, Frankie, you want me to tell Papa the truth

about that rustling business? I mean...

about you getting jammed up trying to pull me out of it.

I'll go in there now and I'll tell him.

No.

He'd just have two of us for whipping boys then.

Hey, look, Frankie, uh,

riding in I seen they're gonna have a shindig in town tonight

and, uh... well, why don't you and me take it in,

and... maybe we can feel

like we're part of the human race again, huh?

That might be an idea.

Yeah.

Oh, come on.

Mama will feel bad if you don't eat.

Huh?

Turn on that old Italian charm,

and show them town boys that they got some competition

with them Dodge girls, now that we're back, huh?

Ouch!

If you want a piece of cake, you can have it.

But keep your fingers to yourself.

But I only wanted the icing.

That's a typical masculine viewpoint if I ever heard one.

Much obliged, Miss Kitty.

You're welcome, Festus.

Well, you're gonna make a pig out of yourself

right off the bat I see, huh?

This here extra piece is for the extra gal I brung.

He's got two girls?

It's the Haggen charm, you know.

Well, what happened, I got all tangled up

and invited two gals and, you know,

Henrietta and Mayflower, and I figured it was easier

to bring them both than to tell one of them

why I was partial to the other one.

Well, I can help you with one of... those.

Get your grubby fingers off. Look out, Doc.

Remarkable specimen.

Hey, Doc, I hear you're gonna call tonight.

Oh, well, they've been begging me and begging me to...

Well, if they hadn't been begging him and begging him,

he'd be sulking around here all night.

Since I'm the best square dance caller within 150 miles,

I might've been a little upset about it, yes.

Looks kind of good.

For heaven's sake.

You can go ahead on and stuff yourself

'cause there's plenty more.

Any trouble getting yourself a girl, Frankie,

you just let me know.

Ladies.

Uh...

well, you don't remember me, do you?

I do.

Um, Edmund Dano.

Yeah.

Yes, well, now, uh, you tell me that someone brought you here

and ruin my whole evening.

No one brought me, Edmund.

I'm... I'm just...

kind of here by myself.

For once, I mean.

Oh, well, how about a little punch

before the dancing starts, huh?

Ladies. Excuse me.

If you're as lost as you look, Frank,

I'll introduce you to a nice girl.

Festus has two.

Uh, no, Miss Kitty.

I just come along to keep Edmund company.

Yeah, he looks like he's doing all right for himself.

How's it been for you this last week?

Well, nobody seems to mind me

walking on the same side of the street.

All right now!

They said we was gonna have a square dance here.

Let's get to it! Lot more folks coming,

but let's warm it up for them when we get here.

Sam? Let's start Cindy for them.

That'd kind of get it going. Let's go!

All right, get your partners now. Festus?

Watch out for those spurs. You're liable to kill somebody.

We got to have four couples to make a square.

George, get away from that table for heaven's sake.

You can eat later...

Hey, there, Miss Kitty.

How about a little twirling around out there?

Uh, sorry there, young fella, but this one's mine.

- Oh, now just a minute... - Thad, I want you

to meet Frank Dano. Frank, this is

Clayton Thaddeus Greenwood.

We find it a little easier just to call him Thad.

- Hi, Thad. - Hello.

Uh, on second thought, maybe you better stick around.

I'm not used to keeping time to anything but a bullwhip.

Miss Kitty?

Need another couple here.

Need one more couple... One, two, three.

There we go. All right, we're all set.

Now, bow to your partner.

Bow to your corner.

♪ All join hands and circle to the south ♪

♪ Halfway round your back, turn right ♪

♪ Single file, Indian style with a lady in the loop ♪

♪ Now, you're home and you swing and whirl ♪

♪ Around and around with a pretty little girl ♪

♪ Now, allemande left with the old left hand ♪

♪ Wrap your honey in a right-left fan ♪

♪ Big foot up, the little foot down ♪

♪ Make that big foot jar the ground ♪

♪ Reach your honey and you throw her in a hole ♪

♪ Pat her on the head, if she don't like that ♪

♪ You give her cornbread, a nice swing and whirl ♪

♪ Round and round with a pretty little girl ♪

♪ Now, ladies to the center and back to the bar ♪

♪ Gents to the center with a right hand turn ♪

♪ Now, back with your left hand not too far... ♪

Slow down, boy.

Give us a good look.

Take your time, Albert.

You mind telling me what this is all about?

Say, "Throw down the cash box."

Ah-ah!

You blink, boy, and I'll spread your stomach

all over this floor.

Wait, wait just a minute, Sheriff.

Don't you think you ought to tell him what's going on here?

Garden City Stage was held up this morning.

Shotgun rider killed.

Albert here gives a description

fitting this Frank Dano.

Now, you say it.

"Throw down that cash box."

All right, Jackson. Put the gun away.

Oh, Marshal, Albert here...

Yeah, I heard all about it. Now, put the gun away.

You got a warrant for him?

You notice, Marshal, he won't say, "Throw down the cash box."

I don't blame him.

He's a cattle thief.

And you can see he's not cooperating.

He's not gonna answer any questions till you come back

here with a warrant, now get out.

Throw down the cash box.

Well... make him say it louder.

Throw down the cash box.

Well... highwayman kind of shouted it...

Throw down the cash box!

Him all right.

What time did this holdup take place?

This morning, sunup.

Frank, where were you at that time?

Hitching up the team, bringing a load of grain into town.

That's right. I saw him pulling in about 8:00.

Now, nobody's gonna ride the 40 miles from Garden City

to Dodge between sunup and 8:00 a.m.

You still prepared to testify in court

that it was Frank that held up your stage?

Well...

not if you saw him in a different place, Marshal.

How much money was in the cash box?

$20,000.

Well, right now,

the way I feel,

I'd just as well trade places with that highwayman.

All those years a lawman, you still haven't learned

that questioning a man in public like that can mark him.

Tell me, Marshal.

How do you mark a convicted rustler?

Get out of here.

Just a mean thing.

That's what it was.

Just the beginning.

"Beginning"?

They'll be coming after one or both of us

every time something happens within a hundred miles of here.

That's just unfair.

Hmm.

We only have one life to live, Elsie.

I sure go along with that.

I figured you would.

Ah, Brother Frank.

It's almost morning.

Yeah, well, she was partial to moonlight.

It's adding up, Edmund.

Elsie's not only man-hungry, she's downright stupid.

She's got her points, Frankie.

Like working in the express office?

If that the way you feel about it,

don't ask any more questions.

Did you think about what it'll do to Mama?

Oh, now don't start telling me about Mama and Papa!

Their lives are over with. Mine's just beginning.

All right, then let's talk about yours.

What can you get out of that safe

that's worth more than working this land with Papa?

Oh, Frankie.

I'm rolling a pair of dice.

Win all or lose it!

I'm gonna hoot and holler high, wide and handsome,

making up six years!

Working with Papa?

Every time I see him,

I see walls going up all around me.

The fact is

I hate him as much as you, Frank.

I don't hate Papa!

You're the same as he is.

Two of a kind.

If I stick around here long enough,

you're going to smell like the same dirt

coming in from the fields.

Maybe you're right, Frank.

Maybe you're right.

You sure have softened.

Here's something I'm gonna teach you

I learned behind the wall, big brother.

Always leave a man remembering

he don't want to ever mess with you again.

Frankie, no!

Touch Edmund again, I kill you!

Mama! Mama!

Mama?

♪♪

She'll sleep tonight,

and I'll be out first thing in the morning to see her.

Well, I'm going to be very honest with you.

Your mother will never get up out of that bed.

How long will it be, Doc?

Well, I can't tell you that. Two weeks, maybe.

I'm surprised her heart's held out this long.

Nothing could be done?

No, nothing.

If she wakes up,

just give her anything she wants and...

and sit with her.

Edmund?

I don't want to talk about it.

Well, I do want to talk about it,

and I want to talk about it now.

Well, now, you save your breath

and stay out of my way, big brother.

That's just about as plain as I'm ever going to put it.

You listen to me, boy.

You heard the doctor.

Mama's got two weeks to live, maybe less,

and if she finds out about this, she won't live two days.

Can't you see I'm trying to help you?

The last time you tried to help me, big brother,

I spent six years in prison.

This time, I do it my way.

Papa, I got to talk to you.

You kill her.

No, Papa, please.

Mama is dying.

Well, I'm crying, too, Papa.

What is wrong in this house?

From the day Frankie's born, who's the troublemaker?

I need your help, Papa.

You need my help?

It's about Edmund.

You don't talk to me about him,

not now or ever.

I don't want to hear from you no more.

Do you understand?

Y-Yes, Papa.

Well... I'll move my things

over to the old Miller place,

and I'll stay there

till Mama doesn't need me anymore.

Then I'll be leaving.

Frank...

you shouldn't have come home.

♪♪

Morning, Frank.

I've seen you looking better.

Somebody hold up a stagecoach?

No, I just dropped by to say hello.

I don't think you "just drop by" anyplace, Marshal.

All right, I, uh...

I thought maybe I could help.

Sure, Marshal.

How do you just walk away?

How's that?

How do you say you don't care?

Well, I don't know about that, Frank.

I came by to tell you it looks like there's a new herd

headed up for Wild Horse Flats.

Now, Festus started up that way.

I thought you might like to join him.

He said he'd wait for you till noon,

in case you were interested.

Hey, Frank.

Festus.

Look at that scudder

with his head just held up so proud,

just like a king.

No sight of a fence does that, Festus.

Matthew was saying you had a idea

about gettin' yourself a horse ranch,

raising a special kind of a horse.

Buy up the kind of land we're looking at, flats.

Canyons around it.

Can't farm it, can't graze on it.

Maybe get it for a dollar an acre.

Yeah, or even less than that.

Well, you buy up as much of it as you can

so that the hills become your fences.

So all a horse sees is the big sky,

no man-made barriers.

Come a time, Festus,

when your brand would stand for spirit.

Come a time it would mean there's a...

there's a wildness in your animal

that stamps him as something special.

Oh, he'd carry you...

Always with his head held high,

never letting you forget that the land belongs to him, too.

Sounds like a special kind of a horse, all right.

I believe you're just the kind of a feller

who can get it done, too, Frank.

Takes a man with the same kind of spirit

those horses have, Festus.

A man who sees no fences around him.

A man a lot more free than I'll ever be.

I'll come in from the west,

and with a little luck

maybe we'll drive a half-dozen of those horses up the canyon.

Give 'em a whirl.

Apparently, he was trying to steal

one of Will Baker's horses,

When they challenged him, he started shooting,

and the foreman killed him.

They found this outside the barn in the morning.

That's it, Mr. Daniels, $20,000 right to the penny.

That ought to scrub out all the doubts, Matthew.

It's money from the Garden City Stage, all right.

Sure was a lucky thing.

Yeah, I wish they were all that easy.

I'll ship it up to Garden City in the morning.

All right.

Ain't it about time you thought about going home, Elsie?

Well, isn't this the night

I get our bills out of the way, Mr. Daniels?

Oh, that can wait till the morning.

I don't mind doing it tonight.

I'll stay on, clean up some of my own work.

Oh, well,

I didn't mean for you to put yourself out.

Missus has some ladles coming over tonight.

Good a time as any to keep myself occupied.

I think we're out of vouchers reports, Mr. Daniels.

Well, uh, shouldn't be.

There might be some in the supply room.

Shall I put the petty cash box away, Mr. Daniels?

Elsie, why wasn't that placed in the safe before?

Just forgot, I guess.

Bring it over.

Put that cash in the saddlebags.

You're not very professional, Edmund.

A mask doesn't disguise a voice.

Do what you're told.

He marrying you, Elsie?

Meeting you later in Mexico?

Confounding everybody who the masked man was

after he kills me?

Nobody's getting hurt, Mr. Daniels.

Your biggest crime here, Elsie,

is stupidity.

Fill that saddlebag.

Don't fret, I'll pay you directly, Sam.

Same story.

Somebody came through the back.

You hear me?

No...

nobody's getting hurt.

That's what you said, Edmund.

Yeah.

Nobody's gettin' hurt.

Matthew's at Two Corners.

Fetch him.

It's your mother, Frank.

Doc sent me out to tell you

that he thought maybe you and your brother ought to be there.

Is Edmund there?

No.

Then he must be in town.

I'll ride in and see if I can find him for you.

Thanks, Thad.

It went wrong, Frank.

What are you talking about, Edmund?

I figured on tying old man Daniels up.

They wouldn't find him till morning.

A whole night's start, I figured on.

But there was a shooting.

Uh... why don't you make a trail south for me

and I'll head into the canyons?

You're not going anywhere.

Frank, you're not listening to me.

Daniels is dead.

You're my brother, Frank!

They'll be hanging me up.

Sorry, Edmund. I can't help you this time.

What are you talking about?

Mama's dying and she wants to see you.

You out of your head,

with me maybe a half hour ahead of a posse?

We're going to Mama.

I can't do anything for Mama.

It's important that she sees you.

Nothing you'll ever do again will be that important.

I can't do anything for Mama!

You give me that rein.

A minute to Mama, Edmund.

This is one time we're going to make sure

she knows she has two sons.

You give me the rein.

For once, Edmund,

you're going to give a little to somebody else.

If only her life

could have been happier.

Well, maybe she was happier than you think.

Wonderful thing about mothers...

they have an amazing capacity

for understanding just about anything.

I'll be in the other room.

Edmund...

I had a dream...

nice dream.

No, Mama,

you don't have to talk.

What is left?

A word to my sons.

We'd... we'd rather you felt good, Mama.

I dreamed

you and Edmund

were little boys again,

running, running...

running to Mama.

Nice dream.

Don't you tire yourself, Mama.

Frankie...

Frank...

Yes, Mama?

I...

I forgive you.

Thank you, Mama.

I've got to go.

Edmund...

Mama...

Bye, Mama.

♪♪

Giddeyap!

Edmund!

There was nowhere to go, son.

You're wrong, Marshal.

Had my brother's fancy horse

over that hill,

and you would never have... caught me.

Well, I'll head on over

to the old Miller place from here.

Pack my things and head out.

The funerals are over,

and there is nothing to hold a father and a son.

There's no hard feelings.

I just have to get away.

Your father is a stupid man.

That's all in the past.

Now I speak of the future.

The bank tell me that for my farm lands,

I could buy the Wild Horse Flats.

I say, yes, um... I will think about it.

Your farm land for the flats?

These flats, they are 100 times bigger, no?

Well, sure, they're bigger, Papa,

but you can't get a dollar of profit out of the flats

from one year to the next.

I will take time,

and I will bet you that I will live to see the day

when there will be horses named Dano horses.

Papa, it's insane.

How long ago did you say

that you will have your name on horses?

That was just a boy talking.

A boy dreaming.

A boy, yes, but a dream, I don't think.

I will buy those flats, Frankie.

Papa, you know how many hungry days

you have in store for you?

An old man, Frankie,

stops being hungry for food.

It's what he leaves behind...

even a word from his son

that something changed because his father lived.

I make many mistakes.

I cannot cry like Mama.

But I can ask...

was the mistake so big?

Hey.

Papa, between the two of us,

we're probably gonna have the biggest mistake

this county's ever seen.

Papa, they're laughing at us.

So, they laugh!

I will show them a man called Dano

that they will be hearing about.