Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

You want something?

Name's Jeffords.

Joey Jeffords.

So?

You ever hear that name before?

No.

Has anybody?

Maybe not yet.

But they will.

They will.

Hey, did you see that, Bernie?

Now that's what I call a shot.

Hey, Mr. Barrett, this here's my brother Bernie.

Come on over here, Bernie.

- This ain't no good... - You go on, you-you say hello

to the big gunfighter.

Move out of here, both of you.

Come on, Bernie, say hello.

Hey, Mr. Barrett, my brother frightens easy,

so you go easy, hear?

See that, Bernie?

He's coming over here to shake your hand.

- You don't have to be afraid. - Joey!

Get out of here, Bernie.

Why don't you just say what's on your mind?

That's a good idea.

I figure I could take you, Mr. Barrett.

And you want to prove it.

Right here.

And right now.

Now this here's Joey Jeffords.

You people be sure and remember that name, 'cause he almost got

himself killed making you know it.

You listen to me good, kid.

If I ever see your face again, I'm gonna kill you.

Now get your scared brother and get out of here.

Come on, Joey, let's get on out of here.

Get out of here!

Barrett!

Turn around and look at my face again.

Come on, old man, I mean it!

Joey?

He's dead.

And so are you, Mr. Big Gunfighter.

You're just as dead.

You hear me, Mr. Big Gun?

My pa and my brothers

are gonna make you wish you died here instead of Joey.

Make sure you're with 'em.

Makes no difference where you run.

You're dead.

My pa is gonna see to that.

I figure to be in Dodge by morning.

You tell your Pa that, will you?

Joey?

Hey, boy.

How we gonna tell Pa?

How we gonna tell Pa?

Matthew?

Matthew, come here quick!

I just seen Jim Barrett a-ridin' down Front Street,

big as you please.

- Jim Barrett? - Yeah, tall and sassy,

just like he was going to his first social.

Barrett.

Hold it right there.

You want something, Marshal?

Drop the gun belt.

No warrant on me. I'm not wanted.

We'll see about that.

Let's go.

That was really something, huh?

You know who that was?

That was Jim Barrett.

And he's one of the fastest guns...

I know.

Pa!

Pa!

Hey, Pa!

What's the matter, you drunk?

You drunk, get in here, bring your brother.

Ain't drunk, Pa.

Joey's dead.

He got shot.

I can see that.

Who did it?

Man named Barrett.

Jim Barrett.

How'd he come by this mark on his face?

Barrett clubbed him with a billiard stick, Pa.

Where were you when all this happened?

How come you ain't dead?

Well, Pa, it all happened so fast, see...

And you cleared out, huh?

No, now, Pa, I didn't run.

Good. Then you killed Barrett?

Well, no, Pa.

- But I didn't run. - You didn't

stay and fight, either, did you?

Well, now, Pa,

I wanted to.

I swear I wanted to.

But the way-way Barrett was staring at me and everyth...

You're a coward.

He should have shot Bernie instead of you.

What are we gonna do, Pa?

We're gonna bury Joey.

And then we're gonna kill somebody named Barrett.

You gonna get Will and Arnie, Pa?

There was a time I could have handled it.

We'll need 'em.

Barrett said he was going to Dodge, Pa.

Fetch the shovel.

Oh. A little shaky today, are you?

Well, I was doing good

till you slammed the door so dang hard.

Well, I, uh, hate to bother you there, Festus,

but would you mind letting Barrett out?

Let him out?!

Yeah.

Got this telegram. He was right.

There's no warrants out for him.

Oh, fiddle, we'd ought to keep him in there

just on general principles.

Yeah, I'd like to.

Feller like hadn't ought to ever

be out of jail. All he'll do is just...

All right, Barrett, Matthew says to let you out.

Be danged if I know why.

Thank you.

Get him his gun, Festus.

Barrett...

It's kind of hard to take a sermon

after spending half the day in your jail.

You're not gonna get any sermon, just a warning.

You so much as break a whiskey glass around this town,

you'll be right back in there.

Won't be any trouble from me.

Good night.

Old dog's lost his scent for sure, Matthew.

He ain't the same Jim Barrett

that I've heared about for years, and you neither.

He's changed.

I don't know, Festus.

Don't be too sure of that.

Come on, how about another drink for one of my friends?

I'll be right there, I'll be right there.

All right, honey.

A little more red-eye, Miss Kitty.

All righty.

Hello, Kitty.

Looks like business is pretty good.

Too good.

Keeps up like this, you're liable to run out whiskey.

I never thought of it.

If I run out of whiskey,

then I'd have to shut down for a while, wouldn't I?

You might at that.

Say, how about doing me a favor?

Have a drink and help me out.

Miss Kitty, this glass is bone dry.

Okay, Larry.

There you are.

He's doing his share.

Well, I guess I better do mine, then.

Send the drink over to the table.

I appreciate it.

Oh, um, it's been nice talking to you.

We ought to do it more often.

Yeah.

Give us another drink, there, barkeep.

My friend, too.

Yeah, all right, here you are.

Come on... yeah, attaboy.

Give him another one... Tony.

- Come along. - You're gonna put in money?

- Come on in. - Boys.

- Hey, Matt. - Matt. -Hi, Matt.

Am I interrupting anything here?

Oh, no, nothing important.

Festus was just telling some lies and...

Doc, you ornery old scudder, you... I...

No, sir, I ain't gonna do it,

'cause I took me a oath agin' it, and I ain't a-gonna...

I ain't a-gonna let you rile me no more.

Good. It'll improve your health a lot.

Matthew, do you see who's setting back yonder?

Oops. Too tight.

Yes. He, uh, behaving himself?

Well, he ain't shot nobody, if that's what you mean.

It's hard to believe there are no warrants out on him.

Been setting back there jawing with Maybelle for the last hour.

Yeah, but everybody here has sure got their eyes on him,

I'll tell you that.

I guess that's why

he's tucked himself safely away in that corner, huh?

Safe... with Maybelle?

Oh, hush up.

What'll you have?

You want something to drink?

Beer.

Sam, you got that round the marshal ordered?

Oh, I forgot, Thad.

They're coming right up.

Oh, I can wait here and take 'em over myself.

No, you go ahead, I'll bring 'em right over.

Okay.

On the way.

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Jim, I've got to go in.

I'll lose my job.

Later, Jim?

Dillon!

Get up here, Dillon!

Dillon!

Marshal!

Marshal! Marshal!

Gunshots coming out of the hall!

I'll look.

Now, get out of the way! Get out of the way now.

Now, you got any more stray whelps looking for a reputation,

you have 'em try you!

Who is he?

I don't know. They all look alike to me.

He ain't dead, Matthew.

Course he ain't dead!

I didn't shoot him.

Now, look, you're the law here.

You keep him and his kind away from me.

He's got a pretty good knot on his head, is all I can see.

Now, I told you I'm not looking for trouble.

You're gonna have trouble as long as you're wearing that gun.

If I don't wear the gun, I'm dead.

Just, I'm getting tired.

Could happen to you sometime.

All right, Festus, let's get him out of here.

How is he, Doc?

He's coming around a little, I think.

He might have a concussion.

I won't know about that for a while.

Either of you know him?

No, I never saw him before.

I haven't never saw him,

but I can tell you one thing about him...

He's a dang fool for going up agin' Barrett.

What in the world are youngsters like this thinking about

to try anything like that?

Well, they see a feller like Barrett,

and they want to be the fastest gun alive.

It's all there is to it.

Stew.

Well, now... it could use a wee bit more pepperin'.

Otherwise, it was fine.

No Mulligan, mind you, but fine.

Oh, Thad, me boy, could you see

that we get a wee bit more tomorrow?

Well, I really don't think

you'll be here tomorrow, Mr. Doherty.

Marshal's letting you out this afternoon.

- Is he now? - Mm-hmm.

Well, that makes no sense, no sense at all.

Look, we could both save ourselves

a great deal of trouble if you'd leave me here

in the warmth and comfort of this lovely jail.

Well, that's... that's up to the marshal.

Well, may the Devil take you!

You know, I really think he likes it in there,

except for the stew.

Needs just a wee bit more peppering.

I'll see you later.

All right.

Hi.

- Marshal Dillon? - Come in.

The doctor said you wanted to see me.

That's right.

How are you feeling?

All right.

What's your name, son?

David.

I understand you have my gun.

That's right.

I'd like it, please.

You got any idea how lucky you are, young fella?

I've heard.

Jim Barrett's not the kind of a man...

I know all about Jim Barrett!

Is that so?

All right, I'm gonna tell you something.

If I have any more trouble

out of you, I'm gonna lock you in jail.

Can I have my gun?

Not till you're ready to leave town.

Well, I'm not leaving just yet.

Help you?

You like it?

It feels good.

One of the best.

This model just come out.

You see, it's the rifling that makes it...

How much is it?

$42.50, and a real buy.

Ain't got that kind of money, mister.

Well, then...

I could let you have it for $40.

I ain't looking to bargain, mister.

I haven't got that kind of money.

Boy, the cheapest gun I got in the shop'll run you $18.

Now, do you have the price?

I got seven dollars...

and some change.

You can't buy a gun for that.

Now, you go on down to the hardware shop

and get yourself a knife.

I ain't got nothing here for you.

There are other places in town.

Oh, not for seven dollars and change, there ain't.

What'll it be?

Whiskey.

I'm looking for a Will Jeffords.

You know him?

No.

Bernie...

take a look.

Uh, wait a minute... You can't go in there.

I thought so.

Look, wh-who the devil are you?

Will?

Will!

I don't want any trouble around here.

Will?

- Will! - What's the ru...

ruckus? Hey, Pa, how you been?

I thought so.

What are you doing down here?

Get your clothes on.

Today's my birthday, Pa.

I'm, uh, fixing to have a little fun.

Joey's been shot.

We're gonna set it right.

Aw, Pa, come on...

Your baby brother's been killed.

Oh, there ain't no hurry then.

- I'll only be a while. - You'll come now.

- Pa! - Now!

All right.

All right, Jeffords, he's all yours.

Arnie!

- Come on, get up! - Go away...

Come on, get up.

I ain't gettin' up for no one.

- Come on up! - No...

Can you handle a gun?

I need a bit of scamper juice first.

You already had your fill of that.

Come on. Get this on.

A couple cowboys and me mixed it up some last night.

I know. I paid the damages.

Oh, I got it, I got it. Hey, Pa...

where are we going?

To kill a man.

All right.

Well...

son, you wouldn't be stealing from a man who was drinking?

That's a sinful thing to do, boy.

They sure grow 'em mean in this country;

they surely do.

You wouldn't be thinking of buying me a drink, now,

would you?

If you need a little money, uh,

I'll buy that gun of yours.

I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll rent it to you.

Th-Th... That'll be fine.

It's a darlin' gun, a darlin' gun.

Shoot around corners, it will... aah!

That'll be 50 cents an hour.

Three hours for a dollar and two till the morning.

Here, now!

You only give me $1.70!

Next rent's due at 4:30 in the morning!

Barrett!

Where did you get that pistol?

Matthew said...

Hey, you!

Back off.

Now!

Let's get out.

There's a door right behind you.

You got a choice.

You're gonna keep trying, ain't you, boy?

That's right.

All right...

whenever you're in the mood. Reputation's waiting.

You try for it.

That's not what I want!

Your name's Jeffords.

No!

It's Barrett!

Davy Barrett, Pa!

You remember me, do you?

After all these years?

Hold it right there.

Get him, Festus.

Let me go! I got to kill him!

I got to kill him! Let me go.

Let me go!

Barrett, I want you out of Dodge right now.

I've had enough trouble between you and that boy.

That boy's my son.

Hey.

I just see'd Barrett leaving town, Matthew.

Oh, good.

Well, keep him locked up a couple hours

and then turn him loose.

What about his gun?

He doesn't get that back till he's ready to leave town.

Did he tell you why he wanted to kill his father?

I'd just as soon not know.

Sure takes a powerful gizzard full of hate

to want to kill your own kin, don't it?

Oh, here's them papers the judge wants you to serve on Jacoby.

All right.

Put 'em in the saddlebags, Festus.

Uh, Thad, we'll see you tomorrow morning.

Right.

Just don't you strain nothin', Thad.

Have a nice ride.

Pa.

Uh-huh.

Hyah! Huh!

Come on, pay up.

Told you he'd come back.

Mm. He was too scared not to.

- Cost me a dollar. - Good.

- Was he there? - Yeah, he was there, Pa.

And I didn't come back 'cause I was too scared not to neither.

Oh, chick, chick, chick...

All right, that's enough. Let's mount up.

Pa... there was a kid gunning for Barrett.

I seen him.

- What? - And?

The marshal locked him up.

- Barrett's still alive? - Yeah, sure, Pa.

Good, 'cause nobody but a Jeffords is gonna kill him.

- Now let's go. - Pa... funny thing...

It was his son that was gunning for him.

- Son?! - What?!

Come on, let's mount up.

You letting me out?

Marshal said in a couple of hours.

Time's up.

Well, where'd he go?

He and Festus went over to Jacoby's...

I mean Barrett.

I don't know.

It took me six months.

But I'll find him again.

Probably will.

Did you ever kill a man before, Dave?

No.

Well, even with the law on your own side,

it still leaves you with an empty feeling.

You sound like the preacher that buried my ma.

I'm just sort of talking out loud.

Uh-huh.

Can I buy you a beer?

Well, how 'bout a sandwich then?

I'm kind of hungry.

Don't like eating alone.

Why not?

Let's go.

Hey, what about my gun?

When you leave town.

I'm afraid this is the best I can do for you.

Sure you don't want a beer?

No, thank you. This is fine.

How come, Dave?

How come what?

Well, I know it's none of my business, but, uh,

why do you want to kill him?

He needs killin'.

Well, that's quite a statement to be making.

Working with the marshal like you are,

you never felt that way about anybody?

Once.

And not too long ago either.

Now tell me again it's a lot for somebody to say.

It is.

The settling of a score didn't do for me

what I thought it would.

After the people who had killed my pa paid for it,

he was still dead.

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Don't do it, boy.

You put down the shotgun and walk away from it

or I'll kill this boy.

I just want to talk to my boy. I don't want any trouble.

Thad.

I want to know why you're after me, Davy.

Could have killed you last night.

What difference would that make to you?

- You're my son. - Don't you call me that.

I asked you a question.

So Ma will rest easy in her grave.

Ruth died, huh?

She died waiting for you to come home.

You should have died.

Instead of leaving, you should have died.

I was dead.

Eight years I was on that farm.

For eight years I rotted away, boy, I was dead.

So you killed her instead.

No, I...

I left her and told her to find somebody else.

She was pretty.

She could have had her choice.

She had no choice!

15 years she washed other people's dirty clothes,

cleaned their houses and heaven knows what.

"Your father sends money to live on.

This is just pin money."

Everything we ever had was from that pin money.

She lied all those years and...

I believed her.

You could have sent some money to help out.

I did, at first.

And then... Uh...

What do you know about it?

She never done nothing but love you.

Ma used to sit on the porch

and look down that road.

The stories she'd make up...

about how happy she'd be

after you came back up that road.

Only you never came back.

You never came home.

She was gonna change me.

A home, love and a family.

She was gonna change me.

Look at me...

Look at me!

She never let go of you!

That's right! So I let go of her.

I went back to being what I was.

I am what I am.

I don't make no alibis

and I don't say that with no pride.

But I'll tell you what I do say with pride.

I walked out on her 'fore I drug her down to what I was.

And still am.

You understand?

Where you suppose he'll be, Pa?

There ain't but one or two places he can be.

Maybe he already left town, Pa.

You guessing or wishing, little brother?

You better shut your mouth, Will.

All right, that's enough.

You want I should check the hotel?

No, we'll let Bernie do the looking.

Will, you're gonna face him.

Me and Bernie and Arnie'll back you up.

Whatever you say, Pa.

Bernie, go stick your head

in that saloon down there first, see if he's in there.

Wait a minute.

Come back and tell us.

Arnie, you go up there.

Right.

Pa! Hey, Pa!

Pa... Hey, Pa.

Barrett... I seen him. I seen him. I...

Shut up! Be quiet!

Quiet!

Will, call him out.

Barrett!

Will Jeffords here!

We got a score to settle, you and me.

Forgot all about that.

Who's that?

Just a man.

We're not through.

Hold it, Barrett.

Keep this boy inside. He won't get hurt.

Put that thing away, Thad.

This out here is what I was telling you about.

How does your Ma fit into that?

I'm waiting, Barrett.

You stay out of it.

I've got to stop it.

Go get Matt. Out the back way.

Here he comes, Pa.

Jim Barrett.

You alone?

You kill Joey?

Huh?

Joey was just a little boy.

Hey...

I hear you got a little boy of your own.

Aw, Pa's anxious to meet him.

You leave him out of this.

Leave that gun alone.

Come back here.

David!

Well, kid?

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- Sam. -Howdy, Sam. - Thad, Festus.

Have you seen Dave anywhere?

Oh, he's in the back room, stacking empties.

Well, I'd better help him or we'll never get out of here.

Hey, how's he doing with his new job?

Just fits in like an old hand.

Oh, that's good.

Hey, where are you fellows off to?

We're fixing to go out and shoot us

a mess of prairie chickens for supper.

Mm, I haven't had a good prairie chicken dinner

in I don't know when.

You ain't?

Well, Sam, I'll tell you what you do:

You just set your mouth, get your bib on,

stoke up the fire, 'cause we're fixing

to have us a prairie chicken supper.

And tell Matthew, Miss Kitty and Doc

we're gonna have us a pearl button bangle Billy.

Well, you know it's gonna take quite a few to feed us all.

Oh, don't you fret none about that.

There'll be plenty.

Hey, how'd you like to borrow my new shotgun?

- Shotgun?! - Yeah.

Sam, any man that'd shoot a prairie chicken

with a shotgun'd pull up little corn.

Is that so?

Yes, that's so.

Not only ain't it not sporting,

but shoot a prairie chicken with a shotgun shell,

he's so full of shot that a feller can't even chew him safe.

You mind trying to say that one more time

but just a little bit faster?

What?

Oh, never mind.

If you don't use a shotgun,

what do you use, a slingshot?

All right, smart aleck, I use my Winchester, what else?

Don't tell me you ground-shoot 'em?

Well, of course not.

He shoots them on the wing with his Winchester.

There wouldn't be much meat left, now, would there?

They all head shot.

Festus.

Come on. Let's go get supper. Let's see...

Matthew'll eat about three...

Sam, three, Doc, two...

Kitty'll eat one...