 Around Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. First man they look for, and the last they want to meet. It's a chance-y job, and it makes a man watchful. The fished Marvin his supper, did you? Oh yes, land-takes, the always-the-bank-makes-that-poor-boy-work-is-a-caution. He wouldn't hardly ever get no warm food if I didn't pack it down to him. How've you been, Marshal? Oh, fine, Miss Gloucester, it's fine. That's good. Well, you know, you gently got things to do. Might as well pass the word with you. Good night, man. Good night. There's a dog on chain. She's a fine woman. Yeah. It's just gonna break her heart. I don't like this any better than you do, Charles. But it just don't make sense. All right, Marvin. Marshal and Gloucester is a likably young fellow you'd ever meet. Quiet, pleasant, spoken. How do you never know? Um, wait outside here with you. I don't want to talk to him alone. Some coffee, Marshal? No thanks. I don't really mind working late now, then. The other teller's married, and got a family, and I got nothing to do with myself, even as anyhow. You won't mind if I go ahead and eat more? No, no, no. Go ahead, Marvin. You wouldn't figure there'd be much book work in a bank like this. Yeah, I'm the size of Dodge. But the dog gone sure is. There's a lot of business down around here, I guess it's all gonna be kept straight, huh? Yeah, that's it, all right. But it sure takes time and paperwork. Oh, by golly. Mom fixed me chicken and dumplings tonight. Sure you won't have some? No, no, thanks. Now, Marvin, Mr. Bodkin was on to see me today. No? Well, I can say one thing about him. He's a fine man to work for. Well, he was explaining the system you use here with your gold reserve, how you keep the gold and the vault and issue bank notes against it. Yeah, it's the same system most of the banks out here use. Well, he tells me that ordinarily the golds only check once a year when the bank examiner comes through. That's right. It just gathers dust the rest of the time. Yesterday, Mr. Bodkin took a notion to check it himself, Marvin, this $20,000. What? He says that you're the only man at the bank who had any chance to take it. No, Marshall, there must be still a mistake. Well, I said the same thing, but Mr. Bodkin was pretty convincing. I got a warrant here, Marvin. You're under arrest for grand larceny. No! It's all wrong, no! Don't be a fool, Marvin. I'm not going to jail! Give me that gun! Drop it! Marshall, when he grabbed that gun out of the drawer, was he trying to shoot you or himself? I don't know, Mr. Bodkin. I'm not sure that he knew. He was caught off guard and he mocked me. He acted without even stopping to think. You think somebody ought to go tell his mother, Mr. Jones? Doc said the wait. He's got a tough job to do, and he figures that Miss Gross will be in here to just make it harder. And she's a fine woman. Waits on that boy, hands and foot. There's going to be a terrible shot to her. Yeah. For her sake, I hated to bring charges against Marvin. But there just wasn't any choice. Mr. Bodkin, is there any chance at all that somebody else could have taken the gold out of the vault? We went over all that when I signed the warrant. Yeah, I know we did. The Williams safe is inside the vault. The other teller, Oscar Drilley, has access to the vault, but only Marvin and myself have the combination of the safe. At least you were some other explanation, but there just isn't. I don't think that's not the case. This thing is just as unbelievable to me as it is to you, Marshall. My boy's been with the bank nearly two years now, and I thought I knew him. Trusted him completely. Well, anybody would have, Mr. Bodkin. A quiet fellow like him, not gambling or hanging around the saloon or just living at home with his mom. Well, I was having a good night. The job's done. Oh, good. Good. I'll sort it out. I said the job's done. I got the bullet out. The boys did, huh? They did. We didn't have a chance. Say anything, doc. Not a word, maybe. Didn't even come to. Chester, let's get to work. Well, it appears to me the job's over, Mr. Bodkin. There's $20,000 worth of gold still missing. Not even worse, somebody's got to tell his mother. Don't believe it. Marshall, it's not true. It's just an arrest. He was shot with his own gun. It happened about an hour ago in the bank. Oh, no. You're a grabber, Chester. Yeah, I'm not. Easy, man. You just lean back a minute and catch your breath. My thing. Well, you sit right there now. I'll go get you a dip of water. I was less than two hours ago. I took him in the suburbs. Chicken it was. Power dumplings. They come right home. I'm sorry, man. You just drink this now. It'll help to settle yourself. Yes, it's all right. Could you do some more? No. No, I'm much obliged to you. I might as sorry to have to bring in the nose, Miss Grossford. Well, what's done is done and change anything. You said Marvin was shot resisting arrest. Yes, ma'am. For what? What had he done? The thing I hate telling you. Well, my son never committed a crime in his life. I'm afraid he didn't. It's gross. There's $20,000 in gold missing from the bank vault. Marvin was the only one who could have taken it. Oh, it's a lie. Well, if it were, there'd have been no reason for Marvin trying to resist arrest. Well, I've always known everything he's thought or done. He told me everything. I don't know if he'd done anything like that. One thing he didn't tell you. Did he say he'd done it? Well, did you catch him with it? Did anybody see him take it? No, ma'am. Nobody saw him. Now, we haven't found the gold. Well, then I say it again. It's a lie. Miss Gross, I hate to do this, but we're going to have to search your house. He's bound to have hidden it somewhere. All right, Marshal. Search it. Tear out the walls and dig up the floor if you want. But you won't find nothing because there's nothing to find. I know my son. I know my son. Pastor, let's get at it. Two dogs on many of them, too. Oh, oh. Here comes Miss Gross. Let's go across the street. You can't dodge trouble by running from it, sir. Well, I know, but the way she feels about things... Marshal. ...you don't dodge on her cheese sauce. I'm glad I run into you, Marshal. I was aiming to come by your office. Oh. You found out yet who robbed the bank? No, ma'am. You found the money yet? No, not yet. Two weeks now. My son laying out there on boot hill. Branded criminal. But not one bit of proof to back it up. Well, I've followed up ever a possibility I could think of, ma'am, but, uh, every single one of them has come to nothing. But you keep trying. I'll keep trying. I reckon I know what you would. It ain't you I blame, Marshal. You're only done your duty. You've got an honest reputation. Thank you, ma'am. But I'll never forgive Mr. Botkin never in this life. He knowed my boy. He knowed he wasn't that kind, but he went ahead and swore that that weren't. He caused Marvin's death just like he pulled that trigger himself. Not as gross as that. No. I ain't going to talk about it no more. I already talked myself out and cried myself out. I'm on my way to the depot, Marshal. I was coming around to tell you goodbye. I'm leaving on the 11 o'clock train. Oh, you are. I'm going back east to my kinfolk for a while. But I'll be back in a few months. Right now, there are just too many things in this town to remind me of my boy. Yes, ma'am. Well, I, uh, wish you a good trip, Ms. Cross. Marshal, I want my boy's name cleared and I'll never rest till it's done. I know that. It will be. You'll see. Well, I hope you're right. And, uh, carry yourself, huh? Oh, I will. Goodbye, Marshal. Chester. Goodbye. Goodbye, ma'am. She just won't give up, will she? She's his mother, Chester. And even closer and more. Well, Marvin wouldn't hardly take a breath without her say so. Yeah, I know. Well, I'm... Hi, Chester. Hi. Thank you. You know, she'll feel better once she gets set a dog, didn't she? Back there with her own kin? Ah, sure she will. She grows a fine old lady. It's just too bad. Yeah. A little long, perhaps. Over here, Matt. Come on over here and join us. There's a doctor, Mr. Barton. You want to join him, Mr.? Yeah, I might as well. Oh, uh, would you pardon me, please? Hello, ma'am. Good to see you. Hello, kitty. Can I get you something? Uh, yeah. As a matter of fact, you can. The usual, if you know what I'm talking about. The same to me, Miss Kitty. We'll be over at the table last door. All right, fine. I'll join you. Good. Chester, join us solid, respectable citizens for a change. Well, that's something we'll agree with you, doc. Bye, Marvin. Now, buy a drink. Well, I got one coming. Thanks. Oh, uh, I just saw Miss Gross outside. She tells me she's gone back. Well, I can't say I'm sorry to hear it. Me for what her son did. Yeah. As a matter of fact, she just suggested that maybe he would rob the bank yourself. You search my house, Marcel. You surely don't. No, no, of course not. She was just talking about her hurt. She knows there's no sense to it. Well, I hope you don't put any stock in anything she says. Oh, I don't. The boy was guilty. His whole reaction going for that gun and all. Well, it surely was. She just won't accept the fact, that's all. Well, uh, a mother's relation to her son gets to be a funny kind of thing sometimes, especially when it's as close as that one was. Yes, sir, I've thought of timing again how odd it was if that boy kept to himself some idea. Well, she never gave him a chance to get out, to mix, to grow. She ran his whole life on him. 24 hours a day. Well, he must have found some time, doc. He thought up that robbery and then carried it out. Well, that's true, but I've got a theory about that, man. I think he did it to hit back at her, sort of. It was a way to rebel. Yeah, but Marvin wasn't ever wanting to rebel much. Not against nobody. But he finally did. Oh, where you going, man? Wait a minute. Maybe he didn't rebel, doc. What time have you got? Well, let me see here. It's 10.30. Well, here, I've got a drink or two. Later, later, come on. Things like this upset me something terrible. I swear to God, one day I'm going to turn to drive Marvin to make a living. Sure you are, Chester, when they figure some way to take the word out of him. I'm as gross. Oh. Oh. I'm partial. That's quite a surprise. Yeah, I imagine it is. What? You know, you nearly got away with it. Another hour or so and you'd have had it safe out of town. What are you talking about? I got to thinking about Marvin, the kind of boy he was and how he always did what you told him to. He was a beautiful son, Mike. Sure. And when I talked to the two men who carried your trunk out of the depot, they said they could hardly lift it. What? It's pretty heavy, I guess, with 100 pounds of gold on the bottom of it. Oh, that's a lie. I just hope that trunk was good. You had no right to. It was Marvin's trunk. I didn't know what was in it. Your things are packed right in with the gold, things I saw in your house the day I searched it. It's gross. You're under arrest. Accessory to grand larceny. Correct. That's right. That stupid young fool. Get yourself shot. He could have sworn to some story that had cleared me and took all the blame himself. I tell you, he'd have been glad to do it for his old mom. He died for you, didn't he? What more do you want to do? He died for you, didn't he? What more do you want?