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Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

One of these times, I'm going to get you.

That was the closest you'll ever come.

It's getting easier, Jacob.

No Comanche is man enough.

So why do you keep trying?

Time's on my side.

I can wait.

You saying I'm getting old, are you?

It comes to us all.

Whew!

- There. - All right.

There.

You know, John,

it'll feel good to hole up come winter.

We have a fine grubstake.

Mmm.

Cash in them hides tomorrow.

You know, Jacob,

I've been wondering...

why don't I scout up some buffalo while you're in Dodge?

We're going in together.

We always have.

Save time if I get some meat while you're trading.

Mm-mm.

Howdy.

Evenin'.

We, uh...

smelled your cook fire near a mile out.

You got any grub to spare?

We're getting a little low

at the end of trapping.

Uh, coffee'd do, if you got it.

Help yourself.

Very much obliged.

Some biscuits there in the pot.

Fire's sure invitin'.

It's been a long day.

That so?

Hiders, ain't you?

You look to have done real well by yourselves.

I reckon.

Smells like the bottom of a sour mash barrel around here.

Green hides always smell like that.

'Pears like a couple of them green hides are still moving.

These sourdough biscuits are right passable.

Help yourself to some more.

Eat 'em while you ride.

Banjo, gimme some coffee.

Now, uh... unless you object real strong,

we could spend the night here.

Yeah.

Banjo's a dummy.

Ran into Comanches once and they...

cut out his tongue.

Now, uh... about our spending the night...

Prairie's big enough.

Reckon you won't have any trouble finding another place.

Well, now...

And my boys thought it was hides they smelled.

We'll bid you good night.

An Indian throwing down on me

is something I don't stomach easy.

Any trouble...

you won't see it happen again.

Any ideas we had of staying,

they're forgot now.

That suits us fine.

Come on, Gainer.

We ride a couple more hours,

we're that much closer to Dodge.

Maybe we shouldn't go into Dodge.

We're going.

Just hold on, now.

- What was that last there? - What?

What you just said. What was that?

Well, I just said I'm getting danged tired

of working so hard all the time.

That's what I thought you said.

You never worked two consecutive days in your life.

What kind of days?

One day's work would enough to put you in the hospital.

Doc, you ornery old scudder.

You're just a-faunchin' for a ruckus.

A ruckus?

Just because I call your attention

to some stupid remark that you make,

I'm supposed to be starting a fight with you!

I'm the most... What are you looking at, anyway?

Will you look yonder, who's in town...

You know, exceptin' for that raunchy set of whiskers,

Jake's a-gettin' to look more like

a Injun every day, ain't he?

Well, he's lived like one for so long, it's no wonder.

Him and that Johnny Walking Fox

makes quite a pair, don't they?

Just never know what's going to make a friendship, do you?

You know what's so downright puzzling

is how a man like old Jake

could give up a civilized way of living like he's did.

Yeah? I'll tell you something

that's even more puzzlesome to me,

is how a fella can be exposed to civilization

and not have any of it ever rub off on him.

Well, yeah, that...

Well, there you go again.

It's me you...

You get me so mad, I could just smoke a pickle.

- One of these days... - I'll buy you a beer.

What?!

I'll buy you a beer.

You will?

Today.

Not tomorrow, today.

Right now. It's hot.

Well, howdy, Jake.

Sam. Miss Kitty.

Jake.

- It's been a long time. - Yeah, heh.

How'd you do this trip?

More than 100 hides.

Good.

That ought to bring you at least $50.

According to what that hide buyer told us.

You recollect, Sam,

he promised us 50 cents a hide 'fore we went out.

- That's right. - Mm-hmm.

Ah.

See you, Sam.

Miss Kitty.

Miss Kitty...

do you suppose old Jake really thinks

he's putting something over on us?

Well, isn't he?

Ah...

Reaches right down to the soles of your feet.

Anything good as whiskey,

I can see why they keep it away from you heathens.

Is best.

White man's firewater make-um Injun heap loco.

Ugh!

Get 'em heap drunk.

Scalpum whole town.

Well, it could be worse.

I'd sure like to know how.

Well, we could be living here.

I ain't seen a thing I'd call "living"

since we hit this dust hole.

Oh, it's gotta pick up come night.

That marshal we heard tell about,

he can't keep a lid on this tight all the time.

Well, it better pick up,

or we're moving on.

Where?

Who cares?

Anywhere away from here.

Well, looky yonder.

Could be things has picked up already.

Pee-yew!

Aw, they even smell worse here

than they did out on the prairie.

That figures.

They've had longer to get ripe.

Hey, Indian!

Where's that big rifle you was waving around

the last time you seen us, huh?

Oh, come on, Gainer,

now you know Indians ain't allowed

to carry firearms in town.

Whee!

Boy, what a sorry-looking bunch of hides.

Yeah, they sure are, ain't they?

I'll bet they got some better 'uns underneath.

John...!

You just go ahead and start something, Indian.

It's been a dull morning.

Let it go, John.

Let it go.

I'll get these.

You get the wagon over to the hide shed.

Hey... hey, Comanche!

What do you do without your keeper?

Oh, I don't know.

Be with you in a minute.

Hey, ho there, Beamus!

- I heard you was back. - Tigue.

Hey, you boys look like you done real, real good.

How many you got?

More'n a hundred.

104, to be accurate.

Hundred and four!

All bull hides

and all in prime condition, just like you wanted.

Good, good.

Hundred and four.

Well, that ought to put some money in your jeans.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Hey, that is a mighty fine-looking bunch of hides.

Hold on there, Tigue.

What's the matter?

This here is only $26.

That's way short.

We agreed on 50 cents a hide.

Yeah, well, the price is down.

What do you mean, the price is down?

Just like I said... The market is soft.

Best I can do is 25 cents apiece.

But that's only half what they're worth!

Take what he offers, Jacob.

It doesn't matter.

The devil it don't.

I don't take kindly to being cheated.

I ain't gonna argue with you.

It's the best I can do. Take it or leave it.

Well, I ain't gonna do neither.

We got half a dozen witnesses...

Including Miss Kitty and Doc Adams...

That you promised us 50 cents a bull hide,

and that's what you're gonna give us.

Or, by Harry, you're coming with me to the marshal's office.

I ain't going no place with you, Beamus.

Well, I say you are.

Jacob, don't.

It's all right.

We're just gonna have a little talk with Marshal Dillon.

Come on.

Come on, now, move!

Jacob...

I wasn't gonna shoot.

F-Fool thing to do.

I should've listened to you.

Let me through here.

What's happened here?

Fair fight, Marshal.

He drew first.

All three of us seen him.

That's right, Marshal.

He drew a gun on me. I was only defending myself.

That true, Jake?

What about that, John, is that true?

Yes.

He drew first.

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Kind of gives you the creeps, don't it?

Bothers me is where that Indian got the money.

Ah, didn't appear to be so much to me.

You didn't pay no attention to the coffin.

There's a $50 funeral, if I ever saw one.

Is that a fact?

Set 'em up for the house, Sam.

A $50 gold piece.

That's right.

I haven't seen a $50 gold piece in quite a spell.

Sir, you ain't ever seen one of those... look again.

A forty-niner panning gold...

and a rattlesnake.

Way I hear it, there's only one coin

ever minted that had them things on it.

Here, Sam, let me take a look at that.

Golly Bill, Miss Kitty, I wouldn't have believed that

if I hadn't saw it with my own eyeballs.

Where'd you get this, Percy?

The Indian gave it to me.

You mean old John Walking Fox?

That's right.

He said he wanted to give, uh, Jake Beamus

the best funeral he could.

Well, when I told him it cost $50,

he went away and come back with this.

I don't reckon you'd know whether he's got

any more of them or not, do you?

No. When I asked him where this one come from,

he... he just looked at me without saying anything.

It is all right, ain't it, Miss Kitty?

It is as far as I'm concerned.

Set 'em up, Sam.

Folks, the drinks are on Percy Crump.

Uh, Festus.

Yes'm?

Um, take this over and show it to Matt.

I think he might be kind of interested.

Well, I'd be glad to, Miss Kitty, only...

Only you're afraid you're gonna miss a free drink.

Well, it ain't exactly that.

I'll tell Sam that you've got one coming.

Oh, that's mighty thoughty of you, Miss Kitty.

I'll see you directly.

Make way, make way.

Much obliged.

My pleasure.

That was a right fancy funeral you had today.

I do the best I can, but I'm working

under very primitive conditions here.

Seems like an awful fuss, though,

to make over a smelly old buffalo hunter.

Well, he and the Indian had been together over ten years.

Funny, when you come to think about it.

They was almost like brothers.

I never seen a white man so took with an Indian or vice versa.

I, uh, suppose the Indian's gone now?

No, he's ordered a headstone for Jake's grave.

I-I can't see him leaving till it's finished.

- Give me another, will you, Sam? - Sure.

Staying in town, is he?

No, he-he's got hisself a camp out by Buffalo Creek.

Oh?

Well, I guess there's no accounting

for what an Indian will or won't do.

Nice talking to you.

- Let's go, Holtz. - Where?

Never mind, just get Banjo and I'll get the horses.

Say, did you ever see one of these before?

Well, I'll be doggoned. A forty-niner and a rattlesnake.

Where in thunder did you get that, hmm?

John Walking Fox.

He paid for Jake's funeral with it.

Well, that's kind of funny.

John Walking Fox and Jake have been hunting buffalo for years

just to keep food in their bellies.

Now, where'd they get that?

Well, that's what I was wondering.

Tell me, Doc, what do you remember about this story

of the gold shipment that was lost

somewhere east of Pueblo years ago?

Well... that was after the gold strike in California.

Now, the story goes that this bank out there

made up a whole shipment of these just like this,

just what they're supposed to be, with a rattlesnake

on one side and a forty-niner on the other,

and they sent the whole shipment east under heavy guard

and it vanished, disappeared, in thin air.

About $100,000 worth.

Yeah... well, now, if it disappeared

somewhere east of Pueblo, it could've been near Dodge.

Well, that's what I always figured.

Kind of funny how we keep

running into each other, ain't it?

That was a real nice funeral you threw for your friend.

I pretty near cried.

You, uh, come into some money, Indian?

Like, uh, maybe a trunk full of gold?

What do you want with me?

We just wanted to know if you had any more of them

$50 gold pieces, like you gave that undertaker.

You think I would tell you if I had?

Well, we didn't think you'd be any too willing to tell,

but then we thought we might persuade you.

Right, Holtz?

Well, you know what they say, Comanche...

nothing ventured, nothing gained.

On your feet.

I said... Ow!

Get him up.

I ain't ordinarily the kind of a man that enjoys

this kind of thing.

But you're making it real easy for me.

You tell us where that gold is hidden,

or you ain't gonna see so good.

Wait, there's a map.

We don't need no map. We got you.

And you're gonna show us where that gold is hid or...

You don't understand.

The coins were given to me by my father.

The rest are hidden in a secret place.

I need a map to find it.

You think he's telling the truth?

Where is this map?

Where is it, in the wagon?

No, not here. I have it hidden.

Don't stall me, Indian, where is it?

I'll show you.

Well...?

Drop it!

I said drop it.

I'm holding a double-barreled shotgun.

If I pull the trigger, there won't be enough left

of any of you to fill a bucket.

Hold it!

The gun belts.

Over here.

Mister, this ain't none of your business.

You just do what you're told.

Now, all of you, move out!

I seen the way they looked at each other when they heard

you'd give the undertaker that there gold piece,

so I followed 'em.

Why?

Why, they'd have burnt your eyes out if I hadn't stopped 'em.

Now, look, uh, I ain't no Good Samaritan,

but the way I look at it, I owe you something.

I had nothing against old Jake.

I didn't mean to kill him.

Sit.

That's a pretty rough bunch out there.

I figured I'd be a lot better off

if they didn't know who it was that braced 'em.

You know, it ain't none of my business, Indian,

but, uh, if I was you,

I wouldn't stay camped out here alone.

Them saddle bums ain't the only ones

who figure you could have a lot more of them gold coins.

Thanks. Matter of fact,

about half of Dodge City is feeling the same way.

But you don't think so.

Look, it just don't add up.

Anybody who knows where 100,000 in gold is hidden

ain't gonna be living the way you are.

And still you wish to help me?

I told you.

I figure I owe you that much.

You cheated us with the hides.

No!

I broke my word, sure,

but the bottom dropped out of the market.

Now, if I'd kept my word to everybody,

I'd have gone out of business.

If a man knew of the existence of many of these coins,

could they be taken from him by the law?

Oh, I don't know, I don't know.

Uh, there's always ways of getting rid of gold.

What kind of ways?

Well, by, uh, melting it down, for one thing.

If them gold pieces was made into little ingots,

there'd be no way of telling where they came from.

Yes.

You know, if I was you, Indian,

and I knew where more of them gold coins was,

I'd go get 'em, and I'd hightail it out of here,

as fast as my legs would carry me.

I can't.

Why not?

A white man must have a stone to mark the place where he lies.

They have not yet finished the one for Jacob Beamus.

I can't leave until it is finished.

Whew!

Oh, you're taking a big risk.

What is the risk if I do not have the gold?

Everybody may not be willing to believe that.

Mm.

I'll do as you say about one thing.

I won't remain here alone.

In the morning, I'll go back to Dodge.

Well, in that case, I better stay here with you tonight.

I don't need you.

Well, you never can tell.

Maybe them saddle tramps might decide to come back.

If you wish.

And, uh, tomorrow, you and me can ride into Dodge together.

Oh, I, uh, meant to tell you.

If you need any money,

you still got $26 coming to you on them hides.

I hunted buffalo

because it was what my friend Jacob wished to do.

I did not need the money then.

I do not need it now.

Hey, Gainer, look at there.

You reckon he's gonna go to the marshal?

Nah.

It's only his word against ours.

Would you look who's with him?

Well, I sure do recognize that shotgun.

Boy, he's sticking to that Comanche like glue, ain't he?

Well, it sure ain't gonna take no fortune teller

to figure out why.

My friend here wants a room.

There's... nothing available.

Don't give me that!

There's a half a dozen keys back there.

- All reserved. - Now wait a minute!

I don't make the rules, Mr. Tigue.

I just carry them out.

It's all right.

No, it isn't all right.

It doesn't matter.

I'll go somewhere else.

Could you change this for me?

Well, the rules...

Mr. Tigue, were made to be broken,

and we do owe your friend

some sort of a debt

for the unfortunate shooting.

Oh, rooms. Uh...

That one next to me is empty, ain't it?

I believe it is. Uh...

Number eight.

Uh, we'll have your change ready for you when you come down.

- Thank you. - We appreciate your kindness.

Look at that!

That's my room.

You sure don't listen very good, do you?

I've been trying to tell you ever since last night

not to flash them coins around!

Don't you understand?

That gets people all excited.

But the coins are mine.

Why should they excite others?

Because everybody ain't honest, that's why.

You just got to believe me.

It ain't smart!

What happened to you last night should have taught you that.

But last night, I was alone and unprotected.

Here there are people all around me.

Surely I'm safe now.

You ain't never gonna be safe as long as people figure

you know where that there treasure is hid!

Now, look...

It's just too complicated to try to explain to an Indian.

Okay, you just got to believe me.

If you got any more of them coins,

keep 'em out of sight!

Lock your door.

If you need me, I'll be in the next room.

That's a nice, big coin.

Are you sure that's worth the $50 that you claim?

DODGE HOUSE MANAGER: Just look at it!

And he handed it over without batting an eye.

And it's the second one within 48 hours.

You know, I'll bet that heathen knows

where the whole 100,000 is.

I'll bet he's got it up in his room, too.

What is it?

Another gold piece, Marshal,

just like the one Percy Crump brought into the Long Branch.

Where'd you get it?

Well, from the same place Percy got his.

That Comanche, uh, Jake's partner.

Where is he? At the hotel?

He sure is.

Thanks.

I've never seen letters like that.

- Hello, John. - Marshal.

- Come in. - Thank you.

I, uh... I wanted to tell you how sorry I was about Jake.

He, uh... he was a good man.

Pretty nice funeral you gave him.

It was all I could do for him, almost.

John, I, uh, don't exactly how to get into this,

except just to ask you.

Now, you paid for that funeral

with a gold coin, $50 gold piece.

Yes.

Then you gave another one to the manager of the hotel.

Yes.

Now, John, these coins were part of a federal shipment

that was lost between here and Pueblo.

You think I stole it?

Well, I'm not saying that.

It happened in 1850.

You couldn't have been much more than a baby then.

There was over $100,000 lost in that shipment,

and the federal government's still mighty interested

in finding out what happened to it.

Now, I'd sure like to know where you got those coins.

Suppose I were to say I found them

on the prairie, just the two of them?

Did you?

Or that they were given to me

by an elder of the tribe as talismans to ward off evil?

Is that what you're saying?

I haven't said anything, and I haven't done anything,

but spend two coins that belong to me.

Well, John, I'm afraid you've done a whole lot more than that.

You got half this town stirred up.

If they see water in the desert where there is no water,

it's their eyes that lie, not my mouth.

Well, John, I'm gonna tell you something.

Just having any of those coins in your possession is liable

to lead you to a lot more trouble than you bargained for.

Have no fear for me, Marshal.

No man kills the bee.

He only wants to follow him to the honey.

All right.

Banjo, will you knock that thing off?

When are we gonna get out of here?

We'll be getting out in a few minutes.

Run along, will you, honey?

I know what you're thinking, Banjo, but forget it.

We need him till we find that gold.

Then I don't care what you do with him.

I may even turn him loose and let you two go at it.

Listen, you think he's on the level about that map?

Well, I don't know.

Since seeing that other coin this afternoon,

I'm sure he knows where the rest is hidden.

Yeah, and this time, you keep your eyes open.

After last night, we don't need no more unexpected visitors.

Evening, Miss Kitty.

Evening, Festus.

You're doing regular land-office business, ain't you?

It's just like the Fourth of July.

Seems like nobody's got anything on their mind

except buried treasure.

Say, has anybody saw old John Walking Fox?

Nope. He's still up in his hotel room, I guess.

Well, how in tarnation would anybody know that?

Festus, for your information,

the people in this town are keeping a 24-hour watch

on his whereabouts.

You mean, so's he won't slip out and pick up that gold

without them knowing about it, huh?

That's right.

There's a guard on that front porch

that changes about, uh, every 30 minutes.

Well, let me tell you this, Miss Kitty.

You know, folks can get to be a regular herd of idiots,

if they're gave a half a chance.

Why, me and old Matthew just talked ourselves plumb out,

a-tryin' to talk reason into their heads.

Fact is, my old guzzler is just as dry.

I can't hardly even swaller.

Whew.

A cold beer wouldn't help, would it?

- Beer? - Mm.

Well, now that you mention it, it just might.

Well, how come I didn't think of that?

Well, I guess you've just been too concerned

with your civic responsibilities.

Much obliged, Miss Kitty.

Ooh!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I disturbed you.

No, that's, uh, all right.

Uh, come on in.

No. I was going out.

But I began to think about the things that you've said,

that dishonest men would take from me that which is mine

and which I have in my room.

What about it?

The lock on my door is not very strong.

I wonder, would it be much trouble

for you to watch for me while I'm gone?

Well, I'm...

It's all right, as long as you're not gone too long.

No, I'll only be a short time.

All right.

Well, gentlemen, finest rooms in Dodge.

A nice double or we could put your whole party up in...

Oh, we'll see about that later.

We're not sure we're gonna be around much longer.

Now, uh, we'd like to see that Indian

you got staying here... John, uh, Walking Fox.

- John? - Yeah.

He does have a room here, but...

Well, we're-we're friends of his'n.

Well, I don't think he's in right this minute.

Likely you'd find him at one of the saloons.

Now, which room is he in?

Number eight, upstairs.

Much obliged.

I think John'll be real glad to see us, don't you, Holtz?

By Harry, Buffalo Creek.

Open up, Indian!

We know you're there!

He's going out the window!

Tigue!

Tigue, where's that Indian?

- Where is he?! - Hey! Hey, looky!

Let's get out of here.

Banjo! This way!

Thad.

You...

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Gainer, the whole town's gonna be after us.

They won't be able to track us 'fore dawn.

By then, we'll be long gone.

Let's see that lantern.

Yeah.

An old dead tree.

There it is.

That's the old dead tree.

Rocks.

Rocks with a notch in it.

That could be them.

Notch.

Here it is.

Let's have the lamp.

Look through notch of rock for oak tree.

There it is.

See it? Come on.

Bring that lantern up here, Holtz.

Pace off three steps forward.

One, two...

three.

This is it. Look at this fresh ground.

Let's get to digging. Give me that shovel.

- Holtz! Take a look at that. - What? What is it?

- No gold cache. It's a coffin. - A what?

- I'm telling you it's a coffin. - What's wrong with you?

The same coffin that Indian buried his friend in.

- He's tricked us. - Well...

well, wh-what if it is a coffin?

Maybe he hid the gold in there. Can you think of a better place?

Yeah!

Festus, see if you can work around to the left.

Gainer!

All right, drop the gun! Come out of there!

Morning, John.

Morning, Marshal.

Nice-looking headstone.

It says Jacob is remembered.

Gainer...

he will hang?

Probably.

It is well.

Well, John, I guess things worked out

just the way you planned, didn't they?

Planned?

Over gold that doesn't exist.

There are those who say it is out there somewhere.

You were Jacob's friend.

I shall think of you often.

I'll, uh...

I'll have a few thoughts of you, too.

Good-bye, Marshal.

Good-bye, John.