Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

"Ladies' Auxiliary Benefit."

What's that mean?

Well, I gather it has something to do with the food.

Better take this in, huh?

Fellas need a hand with the rest of that?

Aw, foot, this here ain't no strain at all, Reverend.

Festus, why don't you lose the habit of saying "ain't"?

Because my saying "ain't" ain't no habit, Miss Howell.

It just happens to be the way that I talk.

Did you ever hear such ridiculous logic?

I've never heared such a ridiculous word.

- What's that mean? - Well, if you don't understand it,

I'm not about to explain it nor discuss it.

You want to know something? You're just like old Doc.

Always a-picking me apart, but there ain't nobody...

There you go again. You just said "ain't" again.

All right.

I think we've all earned a little time out for some

- refreshments. - I'll make up the plates.

That time of night for the whiskey to be taking hold.

There just ain't any mixing drinking with carrying guns.

Probably all it is,

just some high spirits.

My horse got one. He can't make it.

You got to keep him going, Paul.

He couldn't carry me a mile, and I'd bleed to death if he did.

I got it in the leg.

Now you take him far as he'll go.

Throw a trail for me, now.

♪♪

From the looks of you, I'd...

I'd say you need a doctor more than that gun in your hand.

I need 'em both, ma'am.

And a lot of luck to boot.

Preacher,

use that chair and bar that door.

Go on.

Just take 'em on in the hotel, there.

I got the ground floor room all ready, Doc.

- Fine, Howie, I'll be in in just a minute. - All right.

Just straight ahead, men.

What do you want us to do with them?

Well, take 'em to the undertaker, of course.

I'm afraid we're gonna have trouble finding this gang.

It's split up in a lot of different directions.

Now, as soon as you two are through here, round up the boys

that have been helping Doc, head out and cover the east washes.

- We'll do 'er, Matthew. - Doc, anything I can help you with?

I think you've got your hands full here.

I'll come and see you later.

Is it true what I heard, Doc?

Well, now your... your boy is hurt,

but he's gonna be all right.

And Mae? What about Mae?

It's gonna be a while before I know.

Can I see 'em, Doc?

Yes, come on, come on.

All right.

Now let's get an understanding here.

My name is Paul Wiley,

and I'm wanted for a number of things I could hang for.

That information hardly comes as a surprise.

I didn't ask for your comment, ma'am.

Speaking one's mind I've always considered a virtue.

No one knows better than me the odds against...

climbing out of this one.

But that posse would have picked me up in an hour, so...

being alive here makes me ahead of the game.

Meaning I'm playing with house money.

What's your name, preacher?

John Porter.

Mr. Porter, anybody liable to come around here

wondering where you three are?

Well, my husband and six children

will be wondering where I am right now.

Miss Howell, please, you mustn't talk like that.

She lives alone and...

my fiancée

lives with her.

I'd as leave give him something to worry about.

Well, I may just return that favor

if you keep that tongue wagging.

So, I'll have no problems if I stay here for a few hours?

None that I know of.

All right.

I need some attention from the town doc.

Now, if I get it,

I'll take my chances riding out of here alone, nobody hurt.

And that's the understanding I want here.

You'd be hunted down.

Why don't you save yourself the trouble?

You're not paying attention, ma'am.

Giving myself up would be like

pointing this gun at my head and pulling the trigger.

An excellent idea.

Miss Howell, please.

Come here, miss.

Come here.

Now, you fetch your doc.

You say the preacher here hurt hisself working.

And what's your name?

Phyllis Bowman.

There's four of us here, Phyllis.

And it's gonna be a question

of all of us leaving here or none.

Now, you think that you can get that doc and bring him back

without him thinking anything's wrong?

I think so.

Fiancée, you said?

Yes.

You're gonna have a cool-headed woman.

Now, I want you back here, Phyllis.

'Cause if you don't get back here along with that doc,

I'm gonna start worrying about who else you're talking to.

Just a little higher, Kitty.

What do you think?

Well...

just have to wait and see, Kitty.

Good evening, Mr. Ayers.

Hello, Phyllis.

I just heard about your wife and son.

I'm sorry.

Shot 'em down like they were animals.

They going to be all right?

Doc's in there with 'em now.

If anything happens,

that posse won't bring back a single man

that I don't gun down.

How are they, Doc?

Well, Bob, it's a little early to tell.

Now I think you ought to go over to the Long Branch

and just have a couple of drinks.

There's no need for you to sit here.

Are they gonna live, Doc?

I'm doing what I can, Bob.

How'd it happen?

Shooting a woman and her boy.

What kind of people do this?

Well, no way to figure that.

All I know is when they came out of the bank,

they just shot anything that got in their way.

Now, you do what I say, and if there's any change

I'll let you know, Bob.

Phyllis.

Good evening, Doc.

There's been an accident at the church.

And John's been hurt.

Well, is he hurt bad?

Well, he took a fall.

He'd like you to look at him.

Oh, of course. I'll get my bag.

I'll be right with you.

Phyllis.

Howie.

I guess Marshal Dillon rode out with the posse?

That's right. Size of the posse,

that gang don't figure to fare very well.

Coming along, Phyllis?

Yes, Doc.

Is there something I can do for you, Miss Phyllis?

No, I guess not.

Phyllis, you know, I've been so busy, I just haven't had time

to congratulate you and the reverend on your wedding plans.

Doc, I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing.

Well, that's what engagements are for.

You're a nice young lady, and the reverend's

a mighty fine fella in my book, I'll tell you that.

That's not what I'm talking about.

What?

I should have told you at the hotel.

Get in here.

I'm sorry, Doc.

Now.

Have you got everything you need in that bag

to take a bullet out of this leg?

You were right, Phyllis.

You should have told me this at the hotel.

It wouldn't have hurt a thing

if somebody in town knew there was a murderer here.

I was afraid, Doc.

- Well, I can understand that. - You hard of hearing?

No, I can hear you.

I just am a little too old to be intimidated.

You gonna take that bullet out of this leg or not?

Oh, yes, I'm gonna do that.

But do you figure to hold that gun on me

while I'm cutting on your leg?

Doc, with what I got at stake,

I'll do it with the devil sitting on my lap.

Get on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold 'er up.

Will you looky here.

Huh.

Whoever it was riding this horse is bleeding like a stuck hog.

You can see that.

Must have sent the horse on,

which means he's probably back somewhere between here

and Dodge.

Well, Thad, I'd say we got us one,

'less'n he crawled in a hole someplace and died.

Tell you what, now, you fellers go ahead,

see if you can pick up the other,

and me and Thad'll track back to town

and see if we can find out where this scamp got off of his horse.

See you directly.

Whoa.

Other way, Ruth.

Now, you're gonna have to do better than that.

Well, you're the one that wanted it done without an anesthetic.

I hope you're making sure

that a good case of blood poisoning sets in.

It's no mystery why you never got married, ma'am.

So you're the great Paul Wiley.

So?

Well, you didn't seem very flattered when I recognized you.

Well, only a fool takes pride

in his picture being on a wanted poster.

Only a fool gets his picture there in the first place.

That's all I can do right now.

Well, the bullet's still in there.

- Oh, I know that. - Well, take it out.

I don't have the instruments to do that.

You got a knife in that bag. Now start carving.

Never mind any fancy instruments.

The instruments I need to take that bullet out

are in the office, and I'll just go get 'em.

I'd be a fool to let you leave here.

You'd be a bigger fool not to.

You're not going anywhere on that leg,

and I happen to be the only man in town

who can do anything about it.

Doc, one step and I'll put one in your spine.

Well...

that's just fine with me.

We'll just all sit here, Mr. Wiley,

and wait for gangrene to set in.

You'd bring half the town back with you when you came.

Well, now, I'll admit I sure would if I could manage that.

- Doctor... - Don't worry, Reverend.

I'm not gonna do that. That'd be foolish.

But let me tell you, Mr. Wiley,

if it weren't for these two ladies here,

you wouldn't be sitting in that catbird seat very long.

Well, as long as your concern runs in that direction,

you just keep 'em in mind.

Well, now does that mean I can go?

Well, like you said, you're the only one here

who can fix my leg.

But you be back here fast.

Well, tell you about that,

you left a woman and a little boy lying in the street,

and I think I'll just take time enough to look in on them.

I think you'll be back here in ten minutes,

or Dodge just may be in the market for a new parson.

Well, I believe that, Reverend.

I can't hang any higher.

Let him out, parson.

- Do you have any coffee, ma'am? - Yes.

I sure would like a cup, and I'd like some food, too,

- if you have it, please. - Well,

as long as I have to be here anyway,

I might just as well continue with my sewing.

That was a brave thing to do, to come back.

But you didn't have to.

Of course I had to.

I didn't know what would happen to you and Miss Howell

if I didn't.

You weren't afraid?

Very much.

Now, what's the matter with you, preacher?

I'm... not used to violence.

Well, if everybody here behaves themselves,

there isn't gonna be any.

Oh, we-we intend to.

I mean, you'll-you'll have no cause to...

♪♪

John?

What is it?

Are you all right?

That should be my question to you, shouldn't it?

You're learning something about your husband-to-be.

And you're talking foolish.

Am I?

A minute ago, you said you came back because...

you didn't know what would happen to Miss Howell.

To you and Miss Howell.

If I had...

been the one sent after the doctor, I...

You would have come back, too.

I don't know.

I honestly don't know.

I guess I know you better than you know yourself.

I don't think I'll ever get used to guns.

There's no reason why you should have to.

There's every reason.

A part of life out here.

Not part of our life.

F-From the time I was a boy,

violence and anger were never...

John, I love you.

Enough that...

being so frightened, it lays me open like...

Enough that nothing can destroy it.

Enough to believe the things I believe

that you seem to doubt.

And...

enough to know that you'll always do the right thing.

Woody.

Oh. Hello, Miss Kitty.

- Has Doc been by? - No.

N-No, not since I came to work.

That's been about an hour ago.

Mmm. Well, I think I'll just check in

and see how Mrs. Ayers is.

You go on back to work.

Uh, all right, Miss Kitty.

Mrs. Ayers?

Who is it?

It's Kitty Russell.

My boy. Is my boy all right?

Your boy's gonna be just fine.

You're the one we've been worried about.

I agree, Mr. Ayers.

Hanging's too good for the likes of them.

That right, Sam? Hanging's too good for the likes of them.

Your boy and missus are gonna be all right, Mr. Ayers.

- Don't you worry. - Of course they will.

Bad situation though.

Trash like that got to get what's coming to them.

Clear out of here, Baker.

Well, I was just agreein'.

Out, you leaching sot!

- Just... - Now get out of here!

Go on!

Nobody could blame you

if you lynched every last one of them.

I don't know that kind of talk's good.

The law's the best way of handling things.

Law didn't handle that gang shooting up the town.

Sure didn't.

You just don't point a gun at a woman and a kid,

- let alone pull the trigger. - You sure don't.

Well, the main thing is that your missus

and the boy's all right.

Oh, Festus.

You catch any of 'em?

We couldn't even flush a hair of one of 'em.

Matt and the others are still out in the south hills.

Fixing to go see Mrs. Ayers,

are you?

Paul Wiley's over in the church.

Paul Wiley?

Why, he's on a half a dozen wanted posters.

What about Reverend Porter?

Wiley's holding him over at the church

along with Phyllis and Miss Howell.

He's got all three of 'em.

You think you could find Matt, Thad?

- I could try. - Well, you do that.

Right.

I got to get on over to the church, Festus.

Wait a minute, Doc, and I'll walk along with you.

Well, come on.

Golly Bill, Doc, we got to figure something.

Well, I'm concerned about the safety of Miss Howell

and Phyllis and the reverend.

What if I was to sneak up to one of them windows

and just shoot him right betwixt the eyes?

Suppose you missed.

Well, at least it would rattle him.

Well, he's waving his gun around as it is.

We just don't want him to use it.

What do you think we'd ought to do?

All right. Right here.

Let me... let me have that gun. Right here.

- Doc, you ain't no gun handler. - Oh, just give me the gun.

All right. You-you be careful now, you hear me?

Oh, I'll-I'll be careful, for heaven's sake.

Now, where in the thunder...

Well, Doc, I ain't gonna be able to help you out none...

I-I know. I know that, I know that.

Do you think you're gonna get the chance to use it in there?

Well, I just might.

Who in tarnation you reckon told them?

All right, all of you over here.

Over here, preacher.

Oh, bup, bup, bup. Just hold on now.

Where you going?

You look mighty small, just the two of you.

Well, what are you trying to do, get people killed?

- We want that man, Doc. - Well, he's holding

the reverend and-and two women in there.

He'll kill 'em if he sees you storming the place.

- He'd probably kill 'em anyway. - Yeah. -Yeah.

Wait a minute. Do you know who's in there?

Paul Wiley.

He won't only just kill them,

but he'll kill one or two of you to boot.

All right, preacher,

now you think of something to stop them, or you're first,

and your woman's next.

Porter and the others will have to take their chances,

just like my wife and son.

- That's right. -Yeah. - How about them? Yeah.

- Yeah, that's right. - Wait a minute.

Bob, you're not helping them any this way.

Get out of the way. We'll hang 'em.

You got no more time, Wiley!

Come on out, or we'll come in after you!

All right, open it up slow.

Come on out!

Slow.

All right, y'all better get out of here

or somebody's gonna get hurt.

At the most, you'll only get six of us!

Now it'll only be five.

All right, Reverend.

Go away.

I've... given this man sanctuary.

Sanctuary? To a killer?

Whatever he is, yes.

But you're doing it with a gun in your back.

I said I've given him sanctuary.

Reverend, are the women all right?

Yes.

There's no such thing as sanctuary to a killer.

Hey, I can't see you too well, mister.

Why don't you step out a little bit?

You'll join your friend there.

All right, now, all of you clear out of here

before somebody else gets shot.

Doc, get in here.

Festus, take Halligan up to my office

and do what you can for him.

Now, get out of here.

- Doc! - I'm coming!

All right, get him on up there. Now the rest of you scatter.

Go on! Go on!

Doc?

You be careful now.

You hear me?

I don't know just how to figure you, Doc.

Well, you know, that doesn't bother me very much.

You know I'm going to get loose here.

Well... I sort of thought

you might have in mind trying something like that, yeah.

And when I go, I sure ain't gonna go alone.

Oh, that so?

And telling them people I was in here is gonna make it

kind of touchy for the one who goes with me.

I didn't tell those people.

Well, that'll be your worry, not mine.

Well, you got quite a long ways to get out of here, Mr. Wiley.

Could I have one of those coffee cups, please?

What's that?

I want you to take some of it, Wiley. It's an anesthetic.

No.

Well, it'll be a lot easier

when I start cutting on that leg.

Doc, there ain't nothing you can do

to make this leg feel any worse than it does right now.

Looks like you're in for a bit of a surprise, Mr. Wiley.

Well, let's get to this leg of mine.

All right, we're gonna do that.

But I want to tell you something before we start.

I'm not too bright,

but the day I start cutting on somebody's leg

and them holding a gun on me at the same time

is the day I get fitted for a new head.

It's true. The gun could go off.

That's right.

I'll need a basin of water, Reverend.

The well is in the rear of the church.

You get it, miss.

It's nothing personal, preacher,

but if she came back the first time, she'll come back again.

Let's just say, I'm in a better position

with three hostages.

I... would have come back.

Like I said, it's nothing personal.

Now let's get to this leg of mine.

All right, but I still say

it'd be a lot easier on you with an anesthetic.

Where's Matt?

He's over there in the rocks.

Get down!

That was close.

- What are you doing here? - Doc sent me after you.

You ever hear of a man by the name of Paul Wiley?

Paul Wiley? You bet I have! Why?

He's got the parson, his girlfriend

and Miss Howell holed up in the church as hostages.

It's Wiley's bunch!

Right. He got hit,

and he's forced the doc to take care of him.

That's bad.

Knowing Doc, if he's pushed too far,

he'll try to take Wiley himself.

That's what I think.

The sooner we get back there, the better.

Golly Bill, you sure didn't waste no time, Matthew.

Well, we had some luck, Festus.

- Thad? - Yes, sir?

Get the prisoners locked up,

and then go to the undertaker's with the rest of them.

Right.

Yeah, he told me about this Paul Wiley.

How badly is he wounded?

Doc says he's pretty bad, but it ain't so bad

he can't travel once he gets him patched up.

I'd like to know what you're gonna do

about that killer in the church, Marshal.

Mr. Ayers, I want to make one thing clear to you.

I don't care what happens to this Paul Wiley,

whether he lives or dies,

but the people that are with him are important.

Now, we can't afford to let our feelings get the better

of our judgment at a time like this.

I'm telling you, Marshal,

if either my wife or my boy die,

I'm gunning down every one of them I can find.

Do that, Mr. Ayers,

you're lowering yourself to the level of those men.

I can't help feeling this way.

I don't blame you for how you feel.

I just want to make sure you don't do anything foolish.

Where's Doc? Over at the church?

Yeah, he's over yonder fixing him up.

All right, this fellow Wiley's holding all the trump cards.

I suppose he'll want to bargain, leave town with a hostage.

Reckon that's what'll be in his head, all right.

Yeah, and I can't see myself

trying to run a bluff on him, either.

Not when we're using people as poker chips.

Oh, we'll just have to wait and see

what Doc says about his condition.

Reckon that's all there is to do.

Well, this turned out

an awful lot better than I expected.

There's nothing broken?

No.

You're an amazing man, Wiley,

and... considerably luckier than you deserve to be.

I think I'll double up on that bandage.

You'll have to stay off of that leg for a few days.

I sure am sorry to disappoint you, Doc.

Well, the odds against you are pretty long.

The way it is, I don't think I'd be stretching 'em any

if I were you.

No!

I'm almost as stupid as you are.

Well, I'm not feeling

particularly brilliant right now.

I'm... terribly sorry, Doctor.

I had a chance to end this, Reverend.

And I'm ending you, Doc, if you even look like

you're gonna breathe the wrong way from here on in.

Don't worry. That's about the limit of my ideas.

Does this leg need another bandage?

It'll be all right.

But I'll tell you something.

If you move around on there too much,

that leg'll hemorrhage,

and you'll be in an awful lot of trouble.

I'm leaving come morning.

You won't walk to the edge of town on that leg.

I don't plan on walking.

Well, Matt Dillon'll have something to say

about any plans you make, and he'll be here in the morning

if he's not here already.

You go get your coat and hat on now.

Now?

Now!

Now, you tell Matt Dillon I want two horses

out in front of the church in the morning,

and I don't want anybody in the streets,

and you tell him, if I get 20 miles

between me and the law, I'll go it alone,

but I get that 20-mile edge.

Let him out, parson.

Doctor?

I did offer him sanctuary.

I'm not doubting your motives, Reverend.

It wouldn't have been fair for me to go back on my word.

I said I didn't doubt your motives.

Pretty glad you're back.

Wiley got the upper hand in there still, Doc?

There's not a doubt in the world about it, Matt.

Well, how bad's he hurt? Is he gonna be able to travel?

Oh, yes, he can travel.

He wants two horses at the rear of the church

tomorrow morning and some water.

Wants everybody off the street.

And he says that whoever he takes as hostage,

he'll turn loose if you give him a 20-mile head start.

Well, I guess we'll have to settle for that.

I'd better check in on Mrs. Ayers.

All right. Thanks, Doc.

Well, there's not much we can do for a while, Festus.

I tell you, why don't you stay around here,

keep an eye on the church

in case anybody tries to sneak up on it.

You mean like Mr. Ayers?

That's exactly what I mean.

I'll have Thad spell you off.

All right, Matthew.

Maybe you better sit down, preacher.

I don't think you'd chance jumping this gun,

but I'd feel better with you off your feet.

It's the last thing I would think of,

attempting to take your gun.

Yeah, I kind of figured

you didn't have too much use for guns.

It's more than that.

Well, I wouldn't let it bother me.

Everybody's afraid of one thing or another.

But they all don't show it.

Ah, women you can't figure.

The doctor?

He's a crusty one, all right.

You?

I'm hanging by a hair.

I'm afraid, all right.

Look.

What made you become a preacher?

It's...

very easy to say you want to follow the church.

Very easy to believe that spiritual guidance

is your motive.

Now I'm not sure.

Well, you must have had some belief in what you were doing.

Violence has always sickened me.

The ministry can be a shelter.

You mean, wearing a collar

and nobody's punching you in the nose?

Something like that.

Well, the world's passing you by easy.

There ain't too many to take a swing at you.

Which would make me a fraud, wouldn't it?

Well, I wouldn't beat myself to death thinking about it.

A preacher's paid to preach.

What more you want?

I never gave much thought to it before.

To preach well doesn't mean you can...

practice equally well.

When I told them at the door

that you had sanctuary,

it was the gun at my back.

I kept feeling that gun, always aware it was there.

Well, that's the good ol' instinct for survival.

There ain't nothing wrong with that.

I was afraid.

I kept thinking, what can I say?

What word can I use so that gun wouldn't be fired?

"Sanctuary" was a good word.

Isn't it strange, Mr. Wiley?

You might be the more honest between us.

Mr. Ayers.

Look, I just been over at the Long Branch,

checking with the boys.

Now, everybody's promised to stay off the streets

tomorrow morning when Wiley leaves.

I want the same promise from you.

Put me on a roof, Marshal.

I can hit a squirrel at 200 yards.

"Rat" would be the word here.

Well, I figure I'm a pretty good shot, too.

But I'm not gonna take a chance like that,

not when human lives are at stake.

Besides, Wiley's not gonna live long enough

to hurt this hostage anyway.

If it was your woman and boy in there, you wouldn't be feeling

the same way. Maybe you wouldn't be thinking it through.

If it was my woman and boy in there, I'd leave it

up to somebody else.

Somebody that wasn't as involved in it as I was.

- How are they? - They're both asleep now, Bob.

What's asleep mean, Doc?

It means they're asleep.

Well, can I maybe sit with them?

I don't see why not.

Don't consider myself smarter than you, Marshal.

I'll just sit with Mae and my boy at sunup.

Well, it's getting close, Doc.

Anything I can do to help?

No, I don't think so.

Thad's bringing the horses around.

We're gonna keep out of sight from that point on.

I'm not gonna give Wiley any excuses

for any gunplay in Dodge.

I could use a cup of coffee. How about you?

Good.

Matt, the older I get, the less I know.

How's that, Doc?

Thought I understood Porter, but I don't, not at all.

Well, that's about as good as can be expected, I guess.

You, preacher, you're going with me.

- What? - No woman's keeping up with the pace

I intend setting, so that leaves you.

Now, you'll ride ahead of me,

and we'll keep our horses at a walk till we're out of town.

Now, you two, you just get outside and walk away.

'Cause I want that marshal knowing you're both all right.

All right, let's go.

Let's skip the good-byes.

Come on, move out.

I figured he'd be taking the reverend with him.

Mount up, Porter.

Mount up.

No one else.

It wasn't me.

What?

It was never me.

It wasn't my life.

What are you babbling about?

It wasn't myself I cared about.

Fine, if that makes you happy.

Now get on that horse.

But you don't understand.

Now it's only my life at stake.

And you're about to lose it.

But I don't care.

I never cared for myself.

You did have sanctuary in the church, Mr. Wiley.

As long as you could harm someone,

you did have that sanctuary.

But now you're on your own.

Are you gonna get on that horse?

I know it's useless to ask you to put that gun down.

Are you ready for both of us to die here?

Still don't understand.

Do you?

Hey!

I wish I could help you, Mr. Wiley.

I sincerely wish it were possible.

One more step, Porter.

Drop it, Wiley. Drop it.

♪♪

♪♪

About time you fellas

called it a day, don't you think?

Aw, fiddle, we ain't a bit tired.

Well, we figured on working right on through,

get it done by evening.

We'll have to think up some payment

in return for all this labor.

Maybe reserve the first pew in your names each Sunday.

Make sure you have front-row seats.

How's he expect anybody to get any sleep

a-settin' in the front pew?

Oh, howdy, Doc.

Festus.

- Hi, Doc. - Thad.

From the way you're stalling around,

you must be getting paid by the hour.

This lemonade here, is it?

- Yeah, help yourself. - Thanks.

Had a busy night last night, huh?

Well, I don't think anybody got much sleep last night.

I knowed you's awful worried about Mrs. Ayers.

Well, all's well that ends well, Festus.

Like it?

Well, it's bitter.

Is it bitter?

It's bitter. Taste it.

- Isn't that bitter? - Ew! It's terrible!

- Yes. -I'll make some more. - Well, well...

Well, we kind of liked it that a-way.

Ornery old scudder, you done that on purpose.

Did what?

Well, you knowed there's whiskey in that.

You mean you put whiskey in the lemonade?

Well, just a...

You did that?!

Well, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves, both of you.

Drinking in church!

We ain't in church!

Now why would he go do something like that?

Uh, because he's just ornery, that's all.