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My, oh, my.

I just can't believe it.

Sam, did you ever see such luck?

Well, It's sure been some time since I have, Jeb, I'll say that.

You know...

this is more money I ever held at one time in my whole life.

I can believe it. You'd better go on home now.

Oh, I'm gonna do that, all right.

When I get home, I'm gonna sprinkle this all over Mama's bed.

She'll fair bust!

That's the only way she'll let me inside the house,

my being out late like this.

- Good night, Jeb. - Good night, Sam.

My, oh, my.

Oh, gee.

What in thunder? Hold on a minute.

Doc, it's my wife, you got to come. It's her time.

- Tom, you sure about that? - I've done everything you told me.

Now it's her time, she's in a bad way. Now, come on.

- All right. I'll be there. - Now! You got to come now!

I'll get the money to pay you. Now, come on. I ain't asking favors.

Well, I'll just make out like I didn't hear that last part.

You just get your coat and hat and come on.

Well now, Tom, I'm gonna need a few things besides my coat and hat.

You just calm down. Go on back to the farm,

heat some water, I'll be along as soon as I can.

Well, you just hurry!

Your luck just run out, old man.

Shut up. Give me the money.

Help!

What's the matter? What's wrong? Hey!

Hold on there! Hey!

Stop that man! Stop him, somebody!

Stop him, somebody!

Somebody, stop that man!

Hold it.

Why, I seen him earlier over at the Long Branch, Matthew.

Got to get him up to the office, Matt.

Some of you boys give us a hand, will you?

- Do you know who he is? - I never saw him before.

Well, he just killed Jeb Perkins.

- Are you sure? - Well, I saw him.

He stabbed him right over there by my office.

Now, Festus...

I want you to go get Ma Smally.

- She ain't in town, Doc. - What?

Well, she's went over to Eldonwood.

Well, all right.

You go tell Kitty that I want her to get to the Butler's farm as fast as she can.

- Sara's having her baby. - Well, Doc...

hadn't you ought to get out there your own self?

Will you just do what I told you.

All right.

- Think he's gonna make it, Doc? - Well, I think so. He should.

- Won't do him much good though, will it? - What do you mean?

Well, my testimony alone's gonna hang him, ain't it?

Probably.

Too soon to move him, huh?

No, can't move him.

Well, I'd better get Festus over here to keep an eye on him then.

Well, he's not going to go anyplace for a while, I'll tell you that.

But, it'd be a good idea to have somebody keep an eye on him

while I'm at the Butler's.

Doc, your buggy's ready and waiting.

Thanks, Festus.

Matthew, I took all of Jeb's money and stuff over to the jail there.

You want me to go tell Mama what happened?

No. No, I'd better do that myself, Festus.

She's gonna take it awful hard, Matthew.

Her and old Jeb fit like a couple of alley cats, you know,

but she's still gonna take it awful hard.

Yeah, I know.

Is he going to pull through, is he?

Well, Doc seems to think so.

Worthless hunk of trampiness come blowing in

on a little, old puff of prairie dust.

All kinds of lives get twisted up.

It's a blame pity.

Still no sign of him.

I should have stayed right there with him until he was ready to leave.

Well, it wouldn't have made any difference.

There wasn't anything Doc could do with a man dying at his feet.

Well, I don't know that man who was shot.

Or anything about him, or anything about any shooting.

But I do know my wife. And Doc ought to be here with her now.

He'll be along when he can.

He ain't going to make it in time.

He's not going to get here in time.

Well, we'll just have to do all we can.

There's nothing we can do and you know it.

No, I don't know any such thing.

Miss Russell, I'm a farmer, and I've seen all kind of births, but...

the baby ain't setting right, and that takes a doctor to...

Tom, is this all the toweling you got?

It's more than enough.

Just like it's more than enough hot water.

So where is he?

I'm here, Sara.

Oh, Tom!

Just easy, ride with it. Easy.

Tom. Tom!

I'm so scared.

I know. I know.

Don't worry though. Don't worry about a thing.

Oh, Tom.

- Something's wrong. - No, no.

I know it.

I can feel it.

Something's awful wrong.

Girl, don't talk like that.

I'm sorry.

I'm awfully sorry.

No, no, don't. Don't worry about it.

That's a girl. That's a girl.

Don't fret, Tom. Don't fret...

Stop worrying about things we ain't got nothing to worry about.

Miss Russell!

Tom, get me those things.

If Garth comes to, just don't let him move, Festus.

He'll start bleeding.

I can't work up too much worry about him.

- Well, just do as I told you. - All right, I will.

Doc, you sure I shouldn't go out there with you?

No need for you to lose all that sleep. Come on.

You know something, Matthew. I wouldn't be a doctor if you paid me.

I'll see you in the morning, Festus.

Good night, Matthew.

I'll wait for Doc, ride on back with him.

You do that.

Tom...

Don't go start sayin' things, like it's God's will

or me and Sara'll have another chance.

As a matter of fact, all I was gonna say was that I'm sorry.

You don't mind me asking you not to bother, do you?

No, I don't mind.

Don't need your pity.

That offend you, does it?

Mm-mm. No, it doesn't offend me.

Then I'll... dressing out one of my hogs for you.

What are you talking about?

I'm beholden to you for your help.

Figure that settles accounts.

Now, that does offend me.

Miss Russell, there's things I worry about in this life,

like enough rain for my crops, enough crops to buy what I need,

that woman lying in there...

But I don't give much thought to whether I offend people or not.

It might make life a little easier on you if you did.

Make it rain more? Grow more crops?

Tom, there's a little bit more to life than...

Your life. Somebody else's life.

To me it's this farm and that woman lying in there.

And I got no time, no want, for anything else, except maybe a son.

That man Doc worked on, you reckon he lived?

I hope so.

So do I, all things considered.

Who is he?

I don't know, Tom.

Festus sent word to me that there'd been this shooting

and that Doc couldn't get out here right away,

and he wanted me to come out and do what I could to help.

Well, you done that, didn't you?

Seemed like it took forever to get here, Kitty, I'm sorry.

- It's all right, Doc. - How's Sara?

- She's asleep. - How about the baby?

We're lucky Sara's alive.

Doc, there isn't anything you could have done.

Just never will know for sure about that, will we?

I kind of got held up a little in Dodge, Tom.

I hope that man lived, Doc. I really do.

Be a shame if he didn't, wouldn't it?

Wouldn't it, Doc?

- Oh, howdy, Louie. - What's that?

- That's vittles. - I thought so.

Vittles for old Doc and that Garth fella.

- He still up at Doc's? - Oh, of course.

Doc, he ain't gonna turn him over to Matthew for four or five days yet.

Sad thing... a terrible sad thing.

Poor Jeb Perkins.

Poor little Sara. You know, time or two

I done chores for her and her husband.

We used to talk about a lot of things, little Sara and me.

She used to say she wanted to have a son.

So did Tom.

Like you're saying, Louie, it sure is a sad thing.

"A man needs a son," she'd say.

"A man needs to see himself like he used to be.

Needs to know he's leaving part of himself when he's run out of time."

She's right.

It's an awful sad thing for a man to leave nothing when he moves on.

Man ought to leave something.

Dinner time, Doc.

Set it right over there, Festus.

It sure do look larping.

Come on, eat it whilst it's hot, Doc.

Well, I...

Well, good heavens. Did you...

Don't you realize the county's paying for that?

Well, of course I do.

The county always buys vittles for prisoners.

Prisoners? Patient of mine in here couldn't eat

a tenth of that, for heaven's sakes.

Well... well, Doc, this... this here broth's for Garth in yonder.

The rest of it's for you.

And me.

Well, how in thunder did you get in on it?

Well, now, the county's been a-buying your vittles

for the last two or three days, for seeing as how

- you're kind of guarding the prisoner. - Yes?

Well, I've been kind of helping out.

It's been you and me sharing in the guarding

of the prisoner, don't you see?

Yep, I do now.

- Doc, ain't you going to eat now? - No, I'm not hungry.

Well, I don't reckon it'd be polite if I was to go ahead on and eat...

Oh, no. Course not, wouldn't be.

Sure wouldn't be polite to just let them vittles sit there

and get cold that way, neither.

Wouldn't be fair to the county.

Garth... that time again.

Try this.

You're a rare breed, Doc.

Is that so, how's that?

Takes a rare breed to do what you're doing.

Why didn't you let me die?

What you saw in that alley is gonna get me hung.

Kind of funny, you think on it.

You're the only man that could have saved my life.

You're the only man that can hang me.

No.

If you hang, the law'll do it, not me.

On top of it all, that fuzzy-faced deputy fella

says that a kid died, that you might have saved.

- Is that right, Doc? - Might have.

Kind of weighty thing for you,

deciding which one of us was to get your help.

Mm-mm.

Wouldn't have been no weighty thing for me.

Even me being the one you decided on.

I mean, you're gonna tell that judge and jury a lot of things

I'd just as soon they didn't hear.

If you're threatening me, you're in no condition for it.

True, Doc.

But if I had me the chance, it'd be more than a threat.

I wouldn't think twice on it.

Sure be a touch more comfortable

if I could change position in this here bed.

Well, I wouldn't try that, either.

You move around, you'll hemorrhage sure.

One more move might be the last one you'd make.

Be easier than hanging.

Might, might not.

Tom?

You're supposed to be inside taking a nap.

Well, Doc Adams told me I could get back to normal living

just as soon as I felt up to it.

So he's been out here, has he?

He's come to see me twice since...

He's come twice.

Why didn't you tell me?

Well, you were off hunting the first time, and...

Yesterday you were plowing.

Why didn't you say something, Sara?

Well, Tom, we...

we haven't exactly been...

Oh, it must've slipped my mind.

I set a nice dinner out for you, Tom.

I'm not hungry, Sara.

Besides, I want to get these supplies into town

before Mr. Jonas closes up the store.

Could I come with you?

No, it's... it's too hot and hard, Sara.

- Please, Tom. - I said no, now.

Will you be long?

Just about as long as it takes to drive into town,

unload supplies, get paid and drive back...

Around supper time.

Sara.

All right, Tom.

Get up, horse. Come on. Come on!

Whoa. Whoa.

Giddyap, now.

No, there's really no reason why those two can't have as many kids

as Madge and Codge Collyer if they want to.

- Well, did you tell Sara that? - Oh, yes.

Of course, that's not very much consolation for her right now.

I suppose not.

You know, there's something pretty wonderful about having kids...

but that first one...

That's very, very special to young folks, Matt.

- How's she taking it, Doc? - Oh, fine.

Yeah, she's young and strong.

She's gonna be all right, Matt, but Tom...

Well, he's taking it awful hard. Of course, I can understand that, too.

But then he's so blamed hard-headed, he's making it very difficult for Sara.

And I have reason to believe...

Sara didn't say anything about this, but I think maybe there's...

Well, things are getting a little strained between them,

and that kind of bothers me.

Doc, you know as well as I do,

there's only just so much you can do for people.

Now, they're gonna have to work out their own lives.

Mmm.

Yeah, I suppose so.

What time are you and Festus leaving for Jetmore?

About four o'clock.

Oh.

Well, I'd better get to the office and let him go.

Oh, now there's plenty of time.

Why don't you go have yourself another cup of coffee?

Well, good. I'll just do it.

You know, the walls of that office are closing in on me the last few days.

Whoa, there.

Afternoon, Mr. Butler.

Louie.

Those foods for Mr. Jonas?

- Yeah, and some oats. - Uh-huh.

Give you a hand, can I?

Yeah, if I can buy you a few drinks when I'm finished.

You've got a deal.

Mr. Jonas wants it stacked right over there.

Let's get to it.

You know, I never could understand folks' attitude toward you.

- Oh? - Yeah.

I think you're a nice man.

Maybe that's because we don't have to prove anything to each other, Louie.

I'm sure sorry. About the baby, I mean.

- Stack 'em over there, Louie. - Yes, sir.

Sure shook up ol' Doc, I can tell you that.

- Yeah. - Especially what with him being

the only one that can testify against that killer.

What killer, Louie?

The one that knifed Jeb Perkins.

Louie, what are you talking about?

About Doc operating on the fella that killed Jeb

instead of coming out to your place when Miss Sara was birthing.

And him having to turn around and...

be the one that gets him hanged.

You know, I wanted to talk to Tom and Sara both about this,

when I was out here, both times, but I didn't have the chance.

You will.

Sure not looking forward to it.

You're gonna have a boarder here in a couple of days.

Good. How soon will he be able to stand trial?

Well, I think about a week maybe.

Doc, you know, what do you say when this whole thing's over

you and I take a ride up on to Pawnee Fork,

see if we can find a couple of catfish?

You know, not very often, but once in a great while,

you reach a conclusion that is absolutely brilliant.

We'll do it.

- I told you, he ain't here. - Well, where is he then?

The way you're squawking and bellowing,

I ain't fixing to tell you where he's at.

- Get out of my way. - Just hold on, now.

This the one? You killed Jeb Perkins?

You get out of here or I'm going to throw you out.

This the killer Doc saved instead of my kid?

I ain't telling you no more! Now get out!

I was just making conversation. I didn't know he didn't know.

Never mind. Never mind. It's all right. It's all right.

It ain't all right, Doc. He's got blood in his eyes.

I didn't mean to be the one to tell him.

Louie, it was just a matter of time until he was gonna...

You just simmer down, Tom, or you're gonna wind up in the jailhouse.

You quack! You killed my son!

You did it! It's your fault!

It's yours! Your fault!

Get out of the way, Festus, I'm gonna kill him!

No you're not!

Hold on now.

Let go of me!

It's on account of you my baby's dead.

You saved that garbage upstairs and you left my Sara needing you.

You let my baby die.

You'll pay.

You old fool, you'll pay!

Sure as there's a God in heaven, you'll pay for what you did!

- Doc. - Yeah?

- Your move. - Oh, I know it's my move, Newly,

but you know this is getting ridiculous, you sitting here with me like this?

Well, I'm not sitting here with you, Doc.

- Marshal Dillon told me to come... - I know what the Marshal said.

Good heavens. Two nights in a row, sitting here playing checkers.

I'm getting sick of checkers.

Matter of fact, I'm getting kind of sick of looking at you.

Well, you know doggone well that Tom Butler didn't mean a dang word he said.

He didn't mean it at all.

Well, I don't know about that, but, Doc, it's your move.

All right.

There.

I'm surprised, Doc.

Oh, thunder.

Doc, how about another game?

No, I don't want to play checkers with you anymore.

- I just want to ask you a question. - Yes, sir.

Now, don't you think that you and I have known each other long enough

and we've been good enough friends that I could just...

just ask you to leave without hurting your feelings?

Night, Newly.

Good night, Doc.

Good night.

The marshal might be a little upset at me...

Oh, I know. He'll probably shoot you.

How am I doing, Doc?

Oh, pretty good.

Anything you need?

I'd like to be on my way to Mexico.

Not tonight.

I'm out of tobacco.

There's some in the sideboard drawer.

No there isn't, I looked.

Then it must be all gone.

That's what I said.

Woman... you're driving me to distraction.

I'm sorry.

You sit there and sew.

You walk around the house like a ghost.

I'm just doing what you told me, Tom.

I'm tending to a woman's things.

I didn't hurt him, I tell you.

Yes, Tom.

I didn't!

Well, what would you have expected me to do?

I tried to give you an answer to that

when you came back from Dodge day before yesterday.

Don't try me, Sara.

And don't go being a woman.

But I am a woman, Tom.

Oh, Sara, look, he stayed in town that night to operate on a killer.

I know.

He saw that man kill Jeb Perkins.

And yet he stayed in Dodge and saved him for the hangman.

He saved that killer and he let our baby die, Sara.

- He had a choice and he made it. - No, he didn't have a choice.

There was nothing else he could have done.

Now, don't take up for him against me.

- Please, Tom... - And don't argue with me, either!

I will!

I will, because it was my baby that died.

Mine, not yours.

To you it was only a hope, a dream.

To me, it was a life.

Inside of me, a life. It was mine!

It wasn't yours and it wouldn't have been yours

until God and I gave it to you.

Well, as much as we wanted...

as much as I prayed...

we couldn't give it to you.

For a lot of reasons, we couldn't give it to you.

And I say to you, none of those reasons was Doc Adams.

Now, you do what you want to me...

but don't you dare blame one of the finest men

you've ever known for what's...

for what's eating at you.

Doc?

Doc?

Doc?

Doc?

Doc.

Doc, I'm sorry to wake you, but we got to talk.

Doc?

Doc? Doc...

Doc.

Help! Somebody, help!

Please! Please, help!

- Miss, Russell, listen, I didn't... - Get out of my way.

- Miss Russell! - Doc?

I couldn't tell which way...

It came from down here...

Oh, no, no.

Somebody help!

Somebody's coming from Doc's office!

Somebody help!

- That's Miss Russell. - Who was that?

Looked like Tom Butler!

Somebody get Newly!

Sam, inside, quick.

- Get Newly! - I'll get him.

Did you see Tom Butler?

Yes'm. He ran off that way. What is it?

Doc's dead!

Dead? Doc's dead.

Let's get him. Come on!

Doc's dead! Dead.

Mr. O'Brien!

Mr. O'Brien!

Halligan, what's wrong?

Come quick. Trouble at Doc's.

- Doc's? - Somebody's up there.

You take some men and go that way.

- The rest of you men come with me. - Right.

Hey, he's going around the corner!

- Come on! Burke. - We just saw him.

Get some horses! Go!

He's lost too much blood. He's dead.

Well, he wanted to beat the rope.

Just hold still, Doc.

You know, I tried to keep him from moving around even in that bed.

Then he pulls something like this.

Shouldn't have turned my back on him.

He told me he'd kill me if he got a chance. He said it.

Ain't never had a scare like this in my whole life.

Newly? Tom Butler.

- The whole town's after Tom Butler. - I'll have to try and stop 'em.

See, what I'll do, Matthew,

I'll fry us up four or five of them good big catfish...

Just like I've been telling you, you're going to have to ask Doc.

I was hoping maybe you'd do that. You see, old Doc's got to where

he's so jealous of me 'cause I always catch more fish than he does.

- You know... - Marshal? Am I glad to see you.

- Sara? - I'm here, Tom.

Sara, there's a dozen men...

- What are you doing? - I decided to wait until you returned.

You decided what?

I'm going to sister's, Tom. I'm going tonight.

In the name of heaven...

Please don't tell me no, Tom.

- I've made up my mind. - Listen to me.

We can discuss things later.

What is it?

Sara, now, I went to... I went to see Doc Adams...

Butler! Come out of there, Butler.

You two men cover the back.

Tom! Talk to 'em! Tell them what happened.

They don't want to talk. They want my blood.

All right, Butler, you're all through running.

- Tom, please! - Come on, get down in here, please!

Hurry.

We don't want to hurt your wife, Butler! Come on out of there now!

Look!

Jenks, you and Forbes go in through the back.

You two men come with me.

- Grab him! - No, wait!

My wife, wait!

Let's get him out of here!

Mrs. Butler!

She run out on him. Come here!

I told you she run out on him.

Let's get out of here.

Help!

Tom, help!

Let me out!

Come on! Get him over here!

That's no loss. I say let's string him up.

- Hold on! - He killed Doc, I say string him up!

- Wait! - Burke's right. Wait!

We don't want him to miss anything.

Let's bring him to.

You got no stomach for this Burke, you'd better go back to Dodge.

I tell you Marshal Dillon should handle this!

He killed Doc! Let's hang him up!

I tried to stop them, Marshal.

He killed Doc Adams!

No he didn't, but Garth tried to. Doc's all right.

Nice try. But it ain't gonna work!

No, sir. He killed Doc Adams...

All right, stand back now, the rest of you!

Marshal, my wife's in that house!

Root cellar! The hutch on top of it, she's trapped!

Festus!

Tom...

Tom, I'm awful sorry I was thinking of leaving.

Nothing to be sorry about.

Nothing at all.

It was as much my fault, Marshal.

Marshal...

Tom... we heard about Doc...

What can we say?

You can say their home's a total loss.

No, it's not, Newly.

No, it's not.

Doc, I sure am grateful for the news.

Well, don't thank me. I didn't have anything to do with it.

- Watch your step, Sara. - For heaven's sake, Tom, don't fuss.

- Well, you heard what Doc said. - I did, but did you?

- We've got months before... - Howdy, Tom. Mrs. Sara.

Tom. Sara.

Festus. Marshal.

Sara, you're just a pure old blossoming.

Why thank you, Festus.

Does this here visit to old Doc mean what I think it does?

Why don't you mind your own business?

Marshal, you and Miss Russell coming to my barn dance Saturday?

Tom, we're sure planning on it.

Well, we'll see you all on Saturday.

Careful, Sara.

Uh, Tom, you want me to do the calling for you?

- Well, I appreciate that. - I'm just the one that can do it, too.

That's the way I'll do it.

Well, I sure hope it's a boy, don't you?

Not very much you can do about it.

Well, if you use Aunt Tory's test you can tell.

- Is that so? - Well, what's that?

Oh, for heaven's sake.

- What'd you have to ask him that for? - Well, what you do, Matthew, you see,

you get your big long piece of string, like that.

And then you tie it to Sara's wedding band to it, see.

Then you have Sara lay down flat like that,

and then you hold it up over her belly.

And if it swings clockerwise,

well then she's gonna have a girl, but if it...

if it swings contrary clockerwise,

then it's going to be a boy, don't you see?

Once I... I held it over my cousin Bee,

and it didn't go clockerwise and it didn't go contrary clockerwise,

what it done was to go backwards and forwards.

- Do you want to know what it was? - I don't think so, do you, Matt?

No.

Well, it was gas, was what it was.