Gunsmoke

Close to that time.

Get to the ridge.

Cody, I think we ought to do some more thinking about this.

Yancy, if he knows what you're up to...

Scared of hittin' that stage, say so.

- It's not a matter of bein' scared. - Well, then get to the ridge.

Farley, get your feet out of the water before you poison that hole there.

Those boots are strong enough to kill a horse.

Still don't know what you're tryin' to prove, Cody.

Your brother, he ain't gonna be too happy when he finds out about this,

no matter how much is in that cash box.

- You 'bout said it all? - Yeah.

Yah!

Next town we stay on in, I'm gonna get a pair of boots that fits.

Farley.

Hide the horses.

Hah!

Blasted heat.

- There's a water hole up ahead. - Yeah.

- Where are you headed, miss? - Dodge City.

- What's it like? - Don't know. Never been there.

Looks like a cattleman. They all go there.

Mister.

Hey, mister, ever been to Dodge?

The lady was wondering what Dodge City is like.

- Ever been there? - Time or two.

Yah!

Hah!

Water stop?

Don't look like nothing but a hole in the ground.

Whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

All right. Ten minutes, folks.

Stretch your legs and wet your whistles.

You just dip and drink. Now...

you first, the horses afterwards.

Allow me, miss.

Welcome to Sweet Water.

Toss down the cash box.

- Cody Tyce. - You recognize me?

- Aye. - We testin' your popularity?

Cash box, old man.

Hold it.

Marshal! There's one on the ridge!

He'll be back, with Yancy and the others,

and your grave is gonna be somewhere between here and Dodge,

if that's where you think you're taking me.

That's where you're goin', mister.

Well, I think we should've been made aware that we were traveling

- with a lawman. - I'm sorry. Let's get inside now.

Let's go.

All right, on your feet.

Mac, you'll probably find some horses right around there.

Let's go. Up here.

My brother's gonna turn this stage into a coffin.

You just stood there while he got taken.

Look, Yancy, Farley's laying there with a bullet in his gut.

That marshal's ready for anything. I took off like anybody would.

I ought to kill you for not stoppin' Cody.

- Easy. It happened. - I told you and him plain

you was to meet us here, you was to keep hidden in the hills.

Cody spotted this stage, he figured he could take it.

You know your brother when he gets a notion.

He's a stupid, pig-headed fool.

That's what you should have done to your brother.

That kid'll have me buried yet.

He'll have us all buried, Yancy.

All right. What marshal was it took him?

Matt Dillon. Out of Dodge.

You can't miss him.

He's a big man. Big as a mountain.

Where you figure that stage is headed?

- Moundridge, more than likely. - We're going after it.

Mexico is waiting, amigo.

What's that supposed to mean?

What he means is we ride with you for profit.

We ain't got no kind of deal on mercy errands for your brother.

- Yeah. Go on. - And that makes it family.

Cody played it stupid. His headache.

Yours too, maybe. Not ours.

If it was you in Cody's spot, we'd get you out or die trying, Yancy,

because we know you'd do the same for us.

But your brother, no.

He'd leave us like a horse with a broken leg.

All right, let's make it business.

I've got 20,000 waiting for me in Mexico. It's yours to split.

I've never welched on a bet or a deal yet, you know it.

You just put enough in the pot for me to play the hand through.

Yah!

Well, he might be one man, but he certainly looks capable enough to me.

I'm not a bit worried.

Hah!

- It's comin' along now. - All right. I'll pick off Dillon first.

You get those horses.

- Dillon! You're forgetting chance! - You won't.

Got him trussed up on top like he's at a turkey shoot.

What's so funny?

Very clever. It was planned.

Dillon!

Pull up!

Yancy!

Go on, Tyce, shoot!

We're gonna keep comin', Dillon.

Yeah, you do that.

You follow us right into Dodge, watch your brother hang!

Drive on.

Hey! Hey! Ha!

Now there's a man you can write home about.

Yes, if we live that long.

Yah!

- Bo. - Yeah?

- Does Dillon know you? - No, he don't.

All right. You ride on into Moundridge, find out what you can.

- We'll meet you on the trail going out. - All right.

Let's get going.

I've known you a good number of years, Marshal.

Never heard you let go like that.

A month ago Yancy and his men robbed a train.

They weren't satisfied lettin' it go at that.

Aye. What happened?

They herded the engineer, the conductor, and the guards

into a box car like so many cattle. Then they killed 'em.

You two ain't gonna be dyin' that easy.

When you build his gallows in Dodge, Marshal,

I'd be much obliged if you'd allow me to hammer in the long nails.

Ho!

Cut me down from here.

Keep this at him and don't be afraid to use it if you have to.

The greatest of pleasure, Marshal.

All right, folks. Everybody out.

Gonna have to ask you to leave the stage here.

Expecting trouble beyond here, Marshal?

That's right. Now, there'll be another stage along tomorrow morning

headed for Dodge and I suggest you take that.

Well, you don't have to encourage me none, Marshal.

I think it'd be rather exciting coming along.

Well, I'm afraid it might be a little too exciting, miss.

Well, isn't the decision mine if I wish to continue with this stage?

- Well, normally it would be, but... - If I insisted. Politely, of course.

Well, then I'm afraid I'd have to say no.

Uh, politely, of course.

Perhaps we'll meet in Dodge.

- The undertaker here? - Yeah. Mr. Brody here.

Wonder if you could take care of that body for me

and send the bill to Dodge City.

I'd appreciate it if you'd take care of the horses too.

Well, now you folks all know who this is up here.

I'm gonna take him into Dodge City and I'm gonna need some help.

I'd like to deputize about ten men if I could.

The sheriff's out of town, Marshal.

I know. That's why I need the men.

Sounds like you're expecting a lot of trouble out of Yancy.

Trouble's one word for it.

If Yancy finds out this town helped you,

what about our women and kids left behind?

Well, that's good thinkin', mister.

You keep on with that, you'll be talkin' through busted teeth.

Well, I can't force any of you, but I could sure use some help.

- Anybody gonna offer? - No.

I heard what Yancy and his boys done to them people

down at the railroad depot.

Uh-uh.

- Telegraph office around here? - Aye, Marshal.

Back over there.

Cut me loose, old man. No sense you dyin' on Dillon's count.

You cannot throw a fright into me, lad.

I was drivin' this stage through these parts

when the Kiowa and the Cheyenne

were doin' their burnin' and their killin'.

I've been arrowed, shot and stabbed

by men that would walk over here and not look back to see

what they'd stepped on.

Nobody wants to die, and that's just what you're gonna be doin', dyin'.

I've seen many a moon rise and many a sun set,

and I've had the glorious days of my livin'.

And whether your brother kills me or I die in my bed is no matter to me.

You'd best hush your noise,

save it for a time when it might be of some use to you.

- Marshal? - Like to send a telegram.

It's goin' to a Mr. Festus Haggen,

Deputy Marshal, Dodge City.

Meet me Buffalo Crossing...

with posse at earliest.

Sounds like trouble, Marshal.

Sign it "Marshal Dillon."

Yes, sir.

Well, you didn't give me no choice, comin' or stayin'.

Well, which is it? Are you comin' or stayin'?

Comin'. I just like to be asked.

Yah!

You send a wire for the marshal?

Read it to me.

"To Festus Haggen, Deputy Marshal, Dodge City.

"Meet me at Buffalo Crossing with posse at earliest. Marshal Dillon."

- How much you send? - Just who it's to.

Festus Haggen, Deputy Marshal, Dodge City.

All right. Make the last part read:

"Meet me at Buffalo Crossing."

- Sign it "Marshal Dillon." - Yes, sir.

Hah!