Original subtitles

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

We're getting a late start today, Papa.

Ja.

Felt good sleeping between sheets

after all these weeks, didn't it?

Ja, sure.

Did the man say how far it was to Dodge City?

Ja.

We should be there in two days.

Jiminy!

Sure hope I can ride like that someday.

I sure hope you'll ride more careful.

Start, start.

You're the one in a hurry.

What's the matter?

Can't you be a man?

Move him on.

Come on, be a man.

Take him inside.

You, get this thing out of here.

You're going to hang him?

- That's right. - But why?

- What did...? - You a friend of his?

No, but...

He's a hide man.

He kills beef to get the skins.

Hoping he can move out quicker than the law moves in.

This morning he didn't move out quick enough.

- This morning? - Look, mister.

He's had his trial, if that's what's worrying you.

But all in the morning

he is caught, he's tried and he's hung.

There's no need in dragging this thing out any longer.

Now you get out of here.

Get!

Let's get on with it.

Get that man on that horse.

- Fair enough, put him on there! - Put him on there.

Now, look, mister, you got any prayers to say

you better start saying them right now.

Jump up and pull that rope down.

In one morning, a man does a wrong,

he is caught, and he is killed.

They say he had a trial. What kind of trial is that?

If they are vigilantes, they are the same as lawmen.

I don't quarrel with their right,

but couldn't they wait a day, a week?

Their rope does not turn to dust.

It's just the way out here, Papa.

Ja, well, it is a bad one.

Your Uncle Birger has told us about the West

but... not all.

I hope he has told us

everything about Dodge.

Ah.

Lars!

Lars.

Birger, look at you.

You haven't changed a bit.

Oh, so your eyes are so bad you can't see my gray hair?

All these years!

Ja, ja.

Oh, and this is little Petter?

Oh, jumping Jiminy.

Hello, Uncle Birger.

You were so high.

When you see him eat, it explains itself.

Well, at last.

At last we are... we are all together.

Ja.

Oh, when we leave, he laughs.

We are not all sane in our family.

No, no, it's, uh, it's the dust.

It flies in the air.

No, not sane at all.

Ja, well, come and see the shop.

We unload the wagon later, hmm?

Ja.

Pa, uh, can I walk...

see the town?

Oh, uh, uh, uh, Petter.

This is for soda pop at the store.

You ask for sarsaparilla.

It's the best-tasting.

Thanks, Uncle Birger.

Sarsaparilla?

Ja, sarsaparilla.

Ja?

So many men with no work.

They are cowboys, the drovers.

They-they are waiting

for the herds of cattle to be sold.

There's been some trouble recently

between the buyers and the sellers

with the price.

It's been going on for a month now.

Ah.

Well, you're here.

The shop...

You like?

Ja. Ja, then right there.

Ja, this is a good place to work.

Oh, well, I put in the second chair

and now there'll be no waiting.

Uh-huh.

Oh-ho!

I feel at home already.

Later on I take you upstairs and show you the room I fixed up

for you and Petter next to mine, huh?

Thank you.

You were just doing it to aggravate me.

Can we get, uh, cleaned up in here?

Yes, sit down, gentlemen, please.

Well, what you need now is a haircut.

Yes, sir.

My friend here is kind of dirty, too.

Just need a shave; the hair's all right, barber.

I'd like a bath if you can spare a line of hot water.

Oh, come on, Bert.

Come on, Bert.

Hey!

Sorry.

Go ahead and make it, Bert.

It's about time.

Hey!

Hey, watch it, will you?

Hey, boy.

Something about me doesn't suit you?

I was just looking.

Uh-huh. Looking at what?

All the silver you got there.

You got something to say about it?

You better watch out, Silvee.

Anybody walking around in the sun drinking whiskey

got to be a mean man.

No, this here's not whiskey.

This here is sarsaparilla.

Oh!

Sarsaparilla?

You're, uh, new in town, ain't you, boy?

Ja, sure.

Ja, sure.

Going around drinking hair wash.

You stop it!

You been educated all wrong, boy.

Now there ain't nothing to hold the hair slick like soda pop.

Stop that.

Stop now.

Now don't...

don't you get upwind of no town gals.

Hey, hey!

Hey.

What's the matter, Silvee?

Now that's enough.

That's not enough!

I said that's enough.

Let me loose!

You need a bath, mister.

Well, the boy washes and dries the dishes without complaining.

Such a son we should all have.

Since Anna dies, uh, we take turns.

Did Pa tell you I'm getting a horse

for my birthday, Uncle Birger?

Oh, really?

Ja, we'll see, we'll see.

You said.

To learn to care for a horse

to learn how to ride,

this takes time.

Well, there is Hank, the stableman.

Just yesterday, one of the mares gave birth to a foal,

and Hank sells the foals.

A foal?

Then I could raise my own horse.

Can I, Pa, buy him?

You know you are making trouble for me.

Trouble for five dollars?

No.

Hank will hold the foal.

And maybe Petter

can clean out the stables, and pay for his keep, hmm?

Ja, sure, Pa.

I talk to this Hank tomorrow.

Is, uh, the mare and the foal there now

in the stable?

Well, where else would a mare and a newborn foal be

but in the stable, eh?

Well, I go, uh, I go down there.

I look. I see it.

Wait, boy, wait.

You're afraid he will disappear overnight?

Eh, Lars, it's good to see life

through the eyes of a boy.

All I see is I am a man five dollars poorer.

Ja.

Well, add on ten cents more.

Checkmate.

Ja.

Well, you pay me now, and I go to bed.

It's been a long day.

Well, I am glad to see that, uh, your game is improving.

Well, now I begin to get back at you, hmm?

Finally you are going to be good competition.

Ja, costly competition for you.

Good night, Lars.

Good night.

Easy, girl.

Hello, little fellow.

Hey.

Easy, easy, girl, easy.

Hey, you sure are pretty.

Guess you got no name yet, huh?

I have to call you something nice.

Sure are hungry.

Hey, sonny.

Come here.

Kind of late to be out, isn't it?

Ja, sure.

I was, uh, just looking at the horses.

I'm going to buy him.

Oh, ja, sure.

It's a pretty horse.

Ja, sure.

Listen, no hard feelings

about this afternoon now, okay?

What do you say

we pick up where we left off a little earlier?

Huh?

I-If you're talking

about that mud puddle...

That's right, mud.

You like mud, huh, boy? Huh?

I'll give you some mud.

Come on, get up.

Get up.

I don't want to fight!

I don't want to fight!

No, no, no!

You stop now. Stop!

♪♪

♪♪

Can I help you, sonny?

I... I was looking for the marshal.

Well, now, now, I know that Matt Dillon

left on range business for tonight,

but I think Thad, the deputy, is up the street.

Petter, you didn't bring the foal home

maybe to sleep with you?

Pa, I'm sick.

You're sick?

Then I will go get the doctor for you then.

No, not that way sick.

What kind of sick then?

Pa, you remember that feller by the saloon?

No.

The fancy dressed one?

No.

The one with the silver on his belt?

Oh, ja, I remember.

Uh, we had a fight.

What?

Petter.

Your face.

Yeah.

I'm all right, Pa.

Pa, I'm all right, but he's, uh...

Ja, he-he what?

What-what happened?

He's in the stable.

Ja, what happened?

Pa, you don't understand!

Petter, we will go to this boy,

and if he needs a doctor, we will take him.

Pa, will you listen?

I am listening, Petter,

but you're not saying anything.

He's dead!

Ja, he's dead.

You killed a boy in a fight?

No.

No, there-there was blood, maybe.

A-a small cut can-can look serious.

But dead?

No, no, no.

He's not dead, Petter.

Pa, you-you've got to listen to me.

One is not dead from a fight.

Not a boys' fight.

This boy is walking around now, Petter.

Ja, and then pretty soon we will laugh.

Ja, we'll laugh together.

You see?

I'm-I'm laughing already.

Hey, Petter...

come, smile.

Smile, we'll laugh together, and...

Pa...

he's dead.

How can a boys' fight end-end in a killing?

Bring him out of the stable.

All right, put him down there under the light.

I'll get the doc.

Come on, Doc, over here.

Take a look at Silvee, Doc.

Hey, what's happened over here?

He's dead, Thad.

Better get him over to Percy's.

All right, get him over to Percy's.

You fellas been riding with him.

Do you have any idea who might have a grudge against him?

- No. - No, Silvee dressed big

but was kind of harmless.

Looks like he might have been done in

for all that silver dollar he was wearing.

You fight with a boy, you have to kill him?

I'm thankful your mother is not here.

You understand?

I am glad your mother is in her grave.

God forgive me.

♪♪

Pa...

I-I didn't even know the pitchfork was there.

Ja, ja, I believe you, Petter.

An-an accident they can understand.

But nobody saw the way it happened.

No, no witness.

If the law people don't believe me...

would they hang me?

This marshal, uh, he will not be back tonight?

No, only the deputy was there.

Pa, we better go to him.

If we stay here waiting,

they'll think that we don't want to talk to anybody.

No, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay.

Stay.

Let me think.

About what?

I just think.

My head is swimming.

Yes?

My name's Handley.

What do you want?

Nice place you got here.

I got me a shack east of town.

Hard times.

Uh, what do you want?

I don't know you.

I seen your kid tonight at the livery.

You saw?

Yeah, he'd have seen me

if he hadn't been hightailing it out of there so fast.

You saw the other boy?

How he got it?

Yeah, I was right there.

Uh, will you sit down, mister, uh...?

Handley.

Name don't mean too much, though.

Yes, sir, some people got it,

and some ain't.

Take a drink?

Can I give you a...

Whiskey.

Ah, I have brandy.

You, uh...

you handle yourself pretty good there, boy.

That cowboy, he was a mite older than you are.

Yeah, well, he came into the stable looking for me.

I mean, I wouldn't start a fight with anybody.

Petter and I were talking about going to the marshal

and... it was like the hand of God on the door

when you came.

Well, I wouldn't say that.

And you-you saw it all?

This boy and-and Petter were fighting?

Yeah, it was too fast for me to get a hand in.

Ja, sure, sure, sure, but-but, uh,

you saw it all.

The important thing is you saw it.

Well, I learned sometime back

that you just don't go around blabbing.

Oh, I-I understand, but-but you saw it,

and you know the truth.

Petter ran, sure, but any boy would.

Sure, he was running, all right.

He was running so fast,

about knocked me over with the breeze.

Boy, you sure dug him in with that hayfork.

Dug?

Gutted.

Wasn't pretty to watch.

Mister, y-you are talking

like I had my hands on that pitchfork.

Wish I had something like this in my shack.

Mr. Handley.

You did not come here

to tell what you have seen.

One kid jamming another kid in the back

with a pitchfork

ain't my idea of talk

that goes along with good sipping liquor.

Now why don't we get down

to what we have to talk about?

You're saying I jammed the pitchfork?

This, uh, thing that is between you and me...

you mean that you could forget what you have seen

if we give you money?

Well, your kid's neck's worth more

than a few dollars you get for haircuts.

Get out.

You're the papa.

I just hope you know what you're doing.

It was an accident!

I didn't touch that pitchfork!

Sure, kid.

You got a right to any story you can think of.

He's lying, Pa.

Now look, it doesn't make any difference to me either way.

I just had a feeling...

a nice boy doing something he didn't even mean to do.

Mister, uh...

Handley.

Handley.

Tomorrow, uh, we talk again.

Pa, he's lying.

Maybe again, tomorrow.

Sure.

I never was one to push nobody.

I said nothing...

except we talk.

The earth is going to open up and swallow me

because I talk to a man?

Pa, I am... I am innocent.

Innocent.

In a land where a rope breaks a man's neck,

where every man wears a gun.

In the morning,

a man is killed for something he has done

before breakfast.

Pa...

So a night passes, only a night...

and I think.

Pa, but you are saying

you are going to pay this man money

for not saying these lies.

I am saying

I do not throw my son to men with a rope.

So a night passes, and I think.

That is what is scaring me,

a whole night passing before we say anything.

Petter...

is the marshal in town?

This other man, only a deputy.

Can he stop them from hurting you?

From killing you?

Go to bed, Petter.

You know, to...

think for a night,

maybe for...

for the life of one's own son,

you know, this is no crime.

Good night, Petter.

Ja.

God?

- Buy yourself a beer. - Thank you.

Dang, for heaven's sake, you're tipping barbers now?

You don't even pay me what you owe me.

You don't do anything.

What in tut are you doing back there?

I hear all that snipping going on,

and I don't think you're cutting any hair.

Oh, it's just a little professional trick

to get you coming back sooner, Doc.

Yeah, well, I don't doubt that a bit.

It's getting so I need a haircut about every month or two.

Mr. Karlgren, uh, Swede here tells me that

you originally kind of planned to go further on out West.

Ja, uh, that was true at first.

Well, you could have made a worse choice, you know.

Scarcity of people out there.

Always is on the frontier.

Scarcity of barbers, for one thing.

Come to think of it,

there's a scarcity of barbers right here.

Oh, ja.

And when I shave him, he behaves like a lamb.

Well, he's got a razor then.

I don't antagonize him.

What made you...

what made you decide to settle here?

Well, uh, what is there

but more of the same that is here?

Ropes to hang and guns to kill.

I guess there's, um, proof in that, all right,

but then you can look at it another way, too.

You see, what they need out there is good people.

People like your boy and yourself

that believe in law and order.

There's a lot of satisfaction

in being a part of something

that's just kind of growing up all around you.

Ja, maybe.

Well, that cowboy found murdered in the livery stable

is not a good greeting for a newcomer to Dodge.

Well, no, of course not.

That was... that was awful bad.

Anything that brutal...

Not brutal.

I mean, uh, nobody saw it.

Uh, it could have been an accident.

No, it was no accident.

No, sir, you can take my word for that.

That was a vicious attack.

Do you, uh, think the marshal will feel that way about it

when he comes back?

I have no idea how Matt will feel about it,

but that's what it was, in my opinion.

There you are, Doc.

Take a look, what you think?

Well, it's just like I said.

You haven't been doing anything; you didn't cut my hair.

♪♪

Well, sometimes business can be too good.

I'm tired.

Lars, aren't you coming up?

I think you need another lesson in chess tonight.

Uh, no.

No chess tonight.

Um, you-you go in.

Lars?

Something wrong?

No, no, no, nothing wrong.

Um, I think I will walk and, uh, take the cool air.

Ah, ja.

Don't drink too much.

♪♪

Well, Kitty, I think it's late enough for me.

My golly, I'm going to turn in.

Well, get a good night's sleep, Doc.

I sure will.

Why don't you come over and have coffee with me in the morning?

See, now, that's a date.

Oh, Karl, how are you?

Fine, how are you?

I-I don't think that, uh,

you've met Miss Kitty, have you?

No, I haven't.

Mr. Karlgren, Miss Russell.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Finest saloon in town, and she owns it.

You're in good hands.

Good night.

- Good night, Doc. - Good night, Doctor.

Well, Mr. Karlgren,

have you had anything to drink?

No.

What would you like?

A beer?

Just sit down and make yourself comfortable.

Thank you.

You want a beer?

Si, gracias.

This is good money, no?

Sure, I'll change it.

Hey, wait a minute, Sam.

What's the idea?

Where'd you get this?

He just said it is good money!

Grab him, Joey!

Put him on the table!

Where did you get that money?

It is all good money!

Sure it is.

You took it off our friend.

Or do you go around punching holes in all that money?

I buy money!

I'm forming us a rope party!

Get him! Get him!

Let's get him!

Hang him!

Get him back over here!

Get that rope.

What's the matter?

Can't you be a man?

Move him on! Get his head up!

Hang him!

What's going on here?

Get your hands off of him!

He did it, Deputy!

He killed Silvee!

Yeah, we got the proof right here!

Look at this money!

Get him!

Marshal, Marshal!

They're hanging a man down that alley!

Who is he?

I don't know, Matt,

but whoever shot him got out of here fast.

Any of the rest of you know him?

I've never seen him before.

No, we don't know him, Marshal,

but he killed our best friend, Silvee.

That happened last night in the stables.

What makes you think he did it?

Well, he was carrying Silvee's money.

Yeah, Silvee used to wear these in his hatband.

That man said he'd bought them.

Now I say we string him up.

Yeah!

Hold it!

This man's dead, Matt.

Well, then I guess that takes care of you boys' lynch party.

You two stick around town.

I want to talk to you later.

The rest of you get back to your outfits right now.

Get going.

Matt, let's get him up to my office.

You mean he's not dead?

Close to it.

What'd you say that for then?

They were gonna lynch him, Festus.

As long as that's what they're thinking

let's let them think it.

You can trust me, Marshal.

I won't breathe a word, I promise.

- All right. - Come on, let's get him out of here.

Howdy.

That, um, kind of cleans things up,

pinning everything on that Mexican.

An innocent man was killed.

Well, Pop, that could have been your kid

that mob was handling out there.

Now you open your mouth now,

they won't hang your kid.

They'll tear him to pieces.

Now do we have an understanding between us or not?

Huh?

How much money?

Well, that, uh, that old Swede

he's got a pretty good-paying business.

You wanting to buy into it means you must have it.

$500.

How much afterwards?

Well, that $500 gets me to Mexico

and once I'm there, that's where I'm staying.

It's in the bank.

Well, then I'll...

I'll just see you in the morning when the bank opens.

I want some more brandy.

Hey.

Morning, Mr. Karlgren.

Oh, good morning.

Oh, I'd like you to meet Marshal Dillon of Dodge.

Matt, this is Mr. Karlgren, Mr. Engdahl's new partner.

Oh, how do you do?

How do you do, Marshal?

Welcome to Dodge.

Thank you.

Uh, nice to have met you, Marshal.

Good-bye.

Bye.

Matt, uh, I didn't mention it before

but, uh, his son, Petter, had a run-in with Silvee.

Ah. Well, what happened?

Well, it was in front of The Long Branch yesterday.

Uh, Petter had to push him away, and Silvee landed in the mud.

That's about the extent of it.

Guess that's probably why I didn't mention it.

What kind of boy is he?

Nice enough fella from what I can see.

Mm-hmm.

Well, let's go over to Doc's and have a talk with Vasquez.

- Here. - No.

Well, drink it. It's not poison, for heaven's sakes.

It won't hurt you.

It'll make you sleep, that's all.

Hey, Matt.

How's he doing, Doc?

He's doing all right.

Vasquez, I got to ask you a question.

Where'd you come by these coins?

I buy money.

Man sell, I buy money for less.

Well, now why would a man sell you these for less?

They're still worth a dollar, even with a hole in them.

I know this, and I think,

"Well, if man think money no good, I will make a profit."

Who was this man?

Well, what did he look like?

Dirty.

He needed a shave.

Well, last night that description fit more

than a hundred men in this town.

I think I cheat this man.

That's why he shoots me.

Well, Vasquez, I'm gonna have to ask you

to stay around Dodge for a few days.

Maybe we can find this man.

Mighty smart investment.

You might say that silence is golden

for both of us.

I'm thanking you.

There was nothing else we could do.

We could tell them that you are innocent

but... even the doctor used the word "vicious."

Your father's not a smart man, Petter.

The money is not important.

We won't even talk about that.

But sometimes,

to speak in haste even when it is the truth...

Ja, sure.

I just have a funny feeling waiting here.

It-it takes time to forget.

The important thing is that you are safe.

Nobody can accuse you.

Even Handley would himself have to go to prison.

I-I must go down to work.

Uh, your grandfather, uh, told a story.

He said to forget a wrong that one has done

is like trying to forget

that one is walking with a stone in his shoe.

The stone is tiny,

so small that it cannot even be found,

but you can never forget that it is there...

and each wrong

is like another stone in the shoe.

A man's head no longer is high.

The tiny stone in the shoe, your grandfather said,

can never be forgotten.

Ja.

It was me, Pa...

being so scared.

Me running.

You never do anything wrong.

Your mother should hear that statement.

You coming with me, Papa?

The day that your father is not with you

is the day he has drawn his last breath.

Petter said the fault was his, he was frightened,

but this fault is mine.

The boy learns from the father.

Well, what I'm more interested in right now is Petter saying

that he just ran out of that stable.

It doesn't square with the facts.

- It is true, Marshal. - Now, Petter,

that was no accident.

I want the truth out of you.

I'm telling you the truth.

When he fell away from the pitchfork

you just ran out?

Ja, sure.

All right, then I'm gonna tell you something.

Doctor Adams claims that he died from a blow on the head.

Isn't that right, Doc?

Yeah, that's right, Matt.

See, son, that pitchfork wound,

while pretty serious, that wouldn't have killed him.

He'd have recovered from that.

Now what we're saying

is he was deliberately murdered.

I didn't do that, I swear.

My son would not lie to me.

All right, so after Silvee fell away from the pitchfork,

you just ran out and you didn't see anybody?

There was nobody around?

No.

Handley...

Handley.

You mean Bob Handley?

Ja.

What about him?

He tells us that he saw Petter kill,

and I paid him money.

Well, Marshal Matt Dillon.

You, uh, you want a little...

a little sip of brandy?

Handley, you're under arrest for murder.

What have those two been saying to you?

Get up, we're going to town.

It was the kid that killed that Silvee fella.

I seen him.

You hear me? I seen him!

You know the Mexican fella you sold the silver dollars to?

He's still alive.

Looks like you got a little too greedy.

♪♪

Now don't worry, Mama.

We won't go too fast.

The little feller can't keep up.

Oh, what is this?

Well, it's a present for barber.

Scissors.

Oh, you shouldn't have done that.

Well, the ones you brought with you were a little blunt.

That is Swedish steel.

Thank you.

It, uh...

you know the dust, how it flies, hmm?

Ja.

Well, uh...

Petter, you write to me when you have a chance.

- Ja, sure, Uncle Birger. - Ja, ja, ja.

And, uh, you, too.

You write more often.

Oh, come on, go, go, go.

Ja, ja.

Mr. Karlgren.

Marshal.

Well, I understand you decided to move on west, huh?

Ja, the, uh, the doctor is right.

Eh, further west there is a need

for people to grow with the country

and, uh, if you take, you should give.

Uh, uh, how do you say, uh, uh, Petter?

Return the faith.

Sounds like a mighty good idea.

Best of luck to you.

- Thank you. - Petter.

- Good luck. - Thank you, Doctor.

Good luck to you.

Good-bye.

Hey, golly, Matt, you know something?

I wouldn't mind being on the move myself.

Well, now wait a minute, if you're gonna do that, Doc,

you better let us know so we can get a new doctor.

Oh, that's all you've got to say if I decide to leave town,

you just want time enough to get a new doctor.

Well, no, no, I-I'm not one of those who'd like to see you go.

Well, that's better.

I'm not one of those that's saying it.

Saying what?

Well, that any old horse doctor

could do as good a job as you're doing.

I don't doubt folks are saying that.

No, I don't doubt it a bit,

but I wouldn't let it bother me, I'll tell you that.

I know every one of them that's saying it, too.

I could tell you... tell you their names.

Bunch of deadbeats.

Walk up and down the street here and the minute they see me,

they run across the street and I'll tell you why.

They don't pay their doctor bills, that's why.

I think I better get you over and buy you a beer, Doc.

Beer at this time of day?

Oh, I, uh... understand it's good

for high blood pressure.

I haven't got any high blood pressure.

I'm just trying to tell you I know who they are,

every last single one of them.

They're nothing but a bunch of deadbeats.

They don't think a thing out of getting you out of bed

in the middle of the night!

They get an in-grown toenail

and they squeal and they yell!

Stay tuned for scenes from next week's Gunsmoke.