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I haven't had a good night's sleep in a week, though. Marshal Dillon? Yeah. Marshal, you don't know me, but I've seen you around lots of times. My name's Jake Buley. I've seen him, too. Hello, Doc. Oh, what can I do for you, Buley? I heard you was in the market for a good horse, Marshal. I'm always on the market for a good horse. Well, that's what I do, Marshal. Right around the country looking for extra good horses. I don't make much profit off them, but it keeps me from working steady. And I don't buy horses very often, Buley, and even good ones. You like buck skins? No, but, uh, I don't want to look at him tonight. Tomorrow? Well, yeah, yeah, if I'm feeling better. So, you know, Matt, what do you good? Oh, what, Doc? Go over to the long branch and take a couple of shots of whiskey. Uh-huh. And then go to bed. Okay, Doc. I'll just do that. You, uh, you want to come along? No, no, I got some work to do at my office. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Buley. Good night, Doc. How long you been on Dodge, Buley? Couple of months? No. You, uh, make a pretty good living trading horses? I've done good so far. Without cheating, nobody too bad either. Marshal! Marshal, Dylan! Oh, no, what does he want? Who is he? Uh, Sam Noonan. Oh, yeah. Don't he work at the long branch? He built it. Oh, what do you want, Sam? Hurry up, Marshal. Oh, what's the trouble? Outbacked. Going to be a fight. A fight? Who? You know that gambler, Charlie Pickard? He's also kind of a gunman, isn't he? He's raw and drunk, Marshal. And there's going to be trouble, sure. Now, come on. We'll go up the alley. That Pickard's always getting in trouble. Who's the after, Sam? Chester. That's who? Chester. Yeah. It started right inside at the bar, Marshal. Chester bought a drink for that little brother. Well, it doesn't matter now. You can tell me later. There they are. They'll bring you out here for talk, Chester. Now everybody get back. Ah, you drunk. You drunk, I can't shoot you. Pickard. What's Marshal doing? Don't touch the gun, Pickard. What are you doing here, Marshal? I'm stopping a fight. I ain't going to fight you. All right, then. Give me your gun. Take it. Ain't that drunk? Chester. Yes, sir. Throw him in jail. Now, wait, Marshal. Shut up. I'm going the other way, Chester, out the next alley. I'm going inside for a minute. Then I'll be over. There ain't going to be no fight. I think I'll go to bed. I'll be around with that buckskin in the morning, Marshal. Yeah, sure. Sure. It ain't fair to put me in jail, Marshal. I ain't done nothing. You're drunk and you were about to shoot a man, Pickard. I'm doing your favor throwing you in jail. That's true, Pickard. All right. Put me in jail. Wait till I get sober, Chester. Wait till tomorrow. I'll get you. You'll see what I'll do. You're not going to do anything, Pickard. All right, take him along, Chester. I'll follow you, Pickard. Go ahead. Walk slow. It won't be so easy next time. Marshal. What if they're going to have Marshal's around for you? All right, Sam, tell me now. What's this all about? Well, I started to tell you, Marshal. Chester bought a drink for Anita Tucker at the bar in there. You know her. Yeah, I've seen her around. Well, she's really Pickard's girl. He kind of watches out for her, you know? Yeah. Well, she don't seem to like it much, but that don't stop him. And he's real jealous if anybody gets anywhere nearer, especially if he's been drinking like tonight. So he was going to shoot Chester because he bought Anita a drink, huh? Yeah. Now, that's a great reason for killing a man. Oh, that Pickard can be awful mean, Marshal. It wouldn't surprise me a bit if he makes more trouble tomorrow when he's sober. And I'll keep him in jail till he forgets a lot. It can't keep him there forever. No, but I can always run. Come from that alley there. Yeah, come on. Must be Chester. Look at Marshal. That's Pickard. Chester shot him. What's the matter with you, Chester? Did he knife you or something? Yeah, come on. Stand up. Are you hurt, Chester? What happened? All right. Come on, tell me. What happened? I got hit. And here, Chester's gone, Marshal. Laying right to his feet. Did he jump you? Is that what happened? He didn't jump me. Well, then why did you shoot him? I didn't shoot him. Somebody hit me. Well, that don't make sense. Of course you shot him. This here's your gun. It's been fired. I didn't shoot him. Somebody jumped out from back of that rain barrel and hit me. He ain't bleeding nowhere. Well, he hit me back here, behind my ear. Didn't knock me out for long. I heard the gunshot, but I couldn't do nothing. Who was it, Chester? I didn't see him. I started to turn, and then he hit me. You're going to have a hard time proving that, Chester. I didn't kill him, Sam. He swore he was going to get you tomorrow. And it looks to me like you killed him for that. I got hit, I tell you. You mean me? Don't you, Mr. Dylan? Sure. Sure, Chester. But Sam's right. It's going to be hard to prove. You're not even marked up. Well, let Knopf look at it. He can tell I got hit. Or I wouldn't kill nobody like that. Sam, get somebody to take care of Pickard's body, will you? We're going over to Doc's. It stands out from all the rest. Miracle tip, much more flavor. Ellen M's got everything. It's the best. Yes, Ellen M is best. It stands out from all the rest. Ellen M stands out for flavor, flavor, flavor. The miracle tip draws easy. You enjoy all the taste. Ellen M stands out for effective filtration, filtration, filtration. No filter compares with Ellen M's pure white miracle tip. Ellen M's got everything. It's America's best filter tip cigarette. Hold that lamp a little higher, Matt. I can't see. Is that better, Doc? That's fine. That's fine. Ellen, show me where you were hit, Chester. Right there, Doc. Right, right back to here. Right here. Well, what did he hit you with? Well, how do I know? I didn't see him. Well, maybe he used the edge of his hand. It isn't swollen. The skin isn't broken anyway. Well, it's bruised, ain't it? Well, not that I can see. Well, it must have done something. How hard would it hit, Chester? Well, it knocked me off my feet. And I got kindly feinty for a few seconds. Long enough for him to take my gun. A few Charlie Pickard. That's pretty hard, ain't it? Yeah. You can put the lamp down there, Matt. Okay, Doc. You're saying you can't testify I got hit. Ain't you, Doc? You want me to lie for you, Chester? No, I... No, I wouldn't ask you to do that, Doc. It's too bad Sam Noonan had to be there, isn't it, Matt? Oh, Sam likes Chester, but he thinks he did it, and he'll testify against it. Well, how can he, Mr. Dillon? He didn't see it. No, nobody saw it. Then they can't hang me, can they? They can't hang you, Chester. But prison, huh? Maybe for life. Well, we'll find out who did it. Well, there's no way in the world to find out. Now, wait a minute, Chester. You're giving up too easy. Tell me. You and Doc, you... you don't really think I've done that, do you? You're in a bad spot, Chester, real bad, but I believe you. What about you and I? Oh, of course I believe you, Chester. Thanks, Doc. And you too, Mr. Dillon. I'd feel awful if you didn't believe me. Well, worrying about it won't help, Chester. Well, I gotta worry about it. If you've done it, I'll have stand trial. And I won't have a chance if I do. Are you... Are you gonna put me in jail, Mr. Dillon? Of course not. But you'd better stay around the office, though, huh? There's gonna be enough talk about it as it is. All right, sir. What was the girl's name, Neeta Tucker? Yes, sir, that's right. But why? Well, maybe she knows who wanted Charlie Pickard dead. I'll be back later. Hello, Sam. Well, what did Doc find? Nothing visible. Did you put Chester in jail? Um, I'll have a shot of whiskey, Sam. Ah, look, you marshal. I'm as sorry about this as anybody. But just because Chester works for you, there's no reason you can murder a man and then go free. I'll be responsible for Chester. If he gets away, it'll make a lot of trouble, Marshal. You think Chester did it, don't you? Yes, I do. And I don't like him not being in jail. Uh, Sam, that's Neeta Tucker sitting over there with Kitty. Yeah, that's her. But she didn't do it. Well, she hated Pickard, but you're not gonna try to hang this on her, Marshal. No, sir. I'll stand up for her. She's a good girl. I got the drinks, Sam. I don't need it. Need the kitty? You don't need a Tucker, Matt? Oh, how do you do? Marshal, sit down. Oh, Charlie Pickard, Neeta. Sounds terrible, Marshal, but... I'm not very sorry. I hated him. Uh, Charlie didn't treat women very good, Matt. Well, that wouldn't excuse murdering him, though. Uh, I'm not so sure. Marshal, you're not thinking I had anything to do with it, are you? Chester says he didn't do it. And I believe him. I wouldn't kill anybody, even him. Where were you when it happened? I was in here. She was at the bar, Matt. And I was standing right next to it. Okay. I guess that clears you, Neeta. Uh, tell me. Who else hated Pickard? A man like him has enemies, Marshal. There must be a lot of them. Anybody in particular? Not that I know of. Look, I'd like to help Marshal. If Chester didn't do it, it isn't right. He should be in jail. It looks bad for Chester. Don't it, Matt? Yeah, I can't hear you. It does. Well, good night. Good night, Neeta. Good night, Matt. I heard about Chester, Marshal. I'm awful sorry about it. He's always seemed like such a nice fella. Sure is too bad. Yeah, yeah. People are gonna wonder why you don't lock him up. Well, not me. I understand, but... Sam Noonan was saying something about it inside there a minute ago. I see. Well, that's what I wanted to tell you. He's gonna make trouble about it. Told him not to be a fool. Just a minute, Billy. What do you care? Is Chester a good friend of yours? No, I don't know him very well, but I don't like to see no trouble start. Well, if it does, I'll handle it. I know you will, Marshal. I just wanted to tell you what the talk is. I'll bring that buckskin by in the morning, huh? Okay. Good night, Billy. Good night, Marshal. Jake, Billy's wanted didn't bother me much, but still I couldn't delay filing murder charges against Chester forever. And after ten days of useless search for the real killer, I had to do it. And then, having written him up, I really began to worry. Chester did too. He'd sit quietly in the office and look at me as though I'd just kicked him. So I stayed out of there as much as possible. Like today, I went into Mr. Jonas' general store for nothing but to kill a little time looking around. Wow. Hello, Kitty. Anita. Hello, Marshal. You girls gonna buy that whole pile of dresses you got stacked up there? As soon as Mr. Jonas gets back here, we are, Marshal. She means she is. I'm only watching, Matt. Well, it's not a lot of clothes. We're just one woman. Not for me. Not this time. Not this time? Matt. When does a girl buy everything new? All she wants. Well, I don't know, I'm sure. When she gets married, of course. Married? You getting married, Anita? Next Saturday, Marshal. Well, that's fine. That's fine. Do I know the groom? Jake Buley. Jake Buley. I guess everybody's surprised. Yeah. Yeah. Would you come to the wedding, Marshal? I wish you would. Well, sure. Sure. Really? Of course. I'd like to come, Anita. Good. Oh, Kitty. I didn't see those hats back there. I'm not going to leave this store till I've looked at every single thing in it. Kitty. She's so excited. Kitty, listen to me. How long has this been gone on between her and Buley? A month or so, I guess. What? I thought she was Charlie Pickard's girl. Pickard thought she was, too. But she and Buley used to meet on the sly. He never did find out. And he sure can't stop him now. No, he can't. As bad as it is for Chester, I'm glad Charlie Pickard got shot. Well, there are other ways it could have been handled. Kitty, I'm going to tell you a secret. A secret? No, that's what I want you to call it when you tell it to Anita. Tell Anita what? And I'm going to let Chester leave Dodge tonight. What? I'm going to ride out of town with him, and as soon as he's gone, I'm coming back and arrest Buley. Buley? You think he did it, Matt? Well, he could have. He had a good reason to. I'm going to find out for sure tonight. Anyway, tell Anita that I have a witness, a witness that nobody knows about but me. Matt, if Buley believes that, won't he wonder why you're letting Chester run away? Well, not if he hears my witness won't be back in Dodge for a couple of days, and that I'm afraid Sam Noonan will form a lynch mob before then. All right. But you're asking a lot, Matt. When I tell Anita this could ruin her one chance to be happy. Yes, she wouldn't be happy with a murderer, Kitty. And if Buley's innocent, I promise you that nothing will happen to her. Okay, Matt. I'll do it. All right, good. Now Chester will be riding out of Moschemic stable about midnight tonight. With me. Stands out from all the rest. Ellen M's got everything. Yes, Ellen M does have everything. Ellen M stands out for flavor. The miracle tiff draws easy. Let's you enjoy all the taste. And Ellen M stands out for effective filtration. No filter compares with Ellen M's pure white miracle tiff for quality or effectiveness. Ellen M stands out for highest quality tobaccos. Low nicotine tobaccos. L and M tobaccos. Light and mild. Yes, Ellen M's got everything. King size or regular, it's America's best filter tip cigarette. And I was hoping he'd come into the stable just so we'd have a better chance at him that way. Yes, sir. Well, it's me he's going to be after. I'll go out first. Well, I'll cover you the best I can, Mr. Dillon. Now, look, he doesn't know which direction we're going to be taking, so I expect he'll be hiding pretty close to the stable. Mr. Dillon, you're risking your life just to keep me out of jail. I'm catching a murderer, Chester. No, sir, that's only part through. You're catching a murderer. I'm going to leave my horse out the main door now. You stay here in the shadows. And I'm going to turn back and call to you so that you'll know it's me that's out there. Well, if there's some other way we can catch you, Mr. Dillon, I... I swear, I don't know what I'd do if anything happened. I'm going to go now. Yes, sir. Sir, let's get moving. I need his gun flash. Don't shoot, Chester. Wait a minute. Come on. There, Mr. Dillon, that's a woman. Yeah. She tried to kill you, Mr. Dillon. Me, I followed Jake here. Where is he, neither? I couldn't stop him. That rain barrel at the end of the alley. He said he was going to hide in there and for me to shut up. All right, you stay with her, Chester. Yes, sir. I'm taking no chances, Billy. I'm going to start blowing holes in that barrel. No. Don't shoot. Look. By hand. Can't you see him? All right, keep him up. I ain't going to try nothing, Marshal. I'll take your gun. Give it to me. I wasn't going to shoot nobody, Marshal. You made a big mistake, especially shooting a woman like that. Shut up. Stop walking. Sure. Jay. Shut up. I told you not to do it. I told you. Too bad you wasn't killed. Jay. She was the one tried to do it, Marshal, not me. But I... I only run and hid to protect her. You're not making much sense, Billy. Taking to jail, Chester. Listen to me, Marshal. No. Get going. Come on. Move, Billy. Go on. And you better walk straight. We'll do no good. You can't keep me in jail. You'll be saying that a month from now. Can you walk all right, neither? Let me rest a minute. When I can. Yeah, sure. I guess you won't be coming to the wedding after all, will you, Marshal? I guess I won't. I'll carry you up to docks. 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