Cimarron Strip (1967–1968): Season 1, Episode 9 - The Search - full transcript

When Marshal Crown is wounded during a failed attempt to free a man arrested for murder, Dulcey, some Cimarron townsmen and the outlaw's family launch a desperate search.

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All right, let's go.

What for?

Come on, move it.

Tie him up.

Dang it.

Dulcey, how many
times have I told you?

Well, I heard a noise and I
wanted to know what it was.

Well, now you know
what it was, all right?

Well, no, I don't
know what it was.



That rodent is Dickie Vardeman.

Now, he's got a pa and three
brothers that allow he's entitled

to shoot any old body
down he has a mind to.

We're taking him out of town
before they try to bust him out of here.

Now, you satisfied?

Well, what time
will you be back?

By the middle of
your second dream.

Now, go on back to bed, Biscuit.

Don't call me that,
I hate that name.

I'm not three years old.

I'd like ham and
eggs in the morning.

(man grunting)

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Jim!



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Jim!

Jim, wait!

♪♪

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Go on, get on, before my trigger
finger decides to make you dead

as well as despicable.

All set.

Go, hyah!

Pretty slick, huh?

I wish I felt as smug
about Jim's part of the plan.

Come on, we've got a
train ride ahead of us.

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Get out of there.

Come on out or
we'll blow you apart.

Oh, it's empty.

Dickie!

Dickie!

He's better down on
eastbound special,

on his way to Hays.

Just to take temptation
away from you boys.

No go, Lou, don't even think it.

- My brother.
- That rat-eyed snake.

I'll kill you.

You think about it next Tuesday.

Right now, you
undo those weapons.

- (gunshots)
- (horse neighing)

- (gunshot)
- (horse neighing)

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♪ I gave my love a chicken ♪

♪ That had no bones ♪

♪ Told my love a story ♪

♪ That had no end ♪

♪ I gave my love a baby ♪

♪ With no crying ♪

(cart approaching)

(dog barking)

♪♪

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

(dog barking)

Jim?

♪♪

Jim?

- (horse neighing)
- (dog barking)

Jim?

Jim, where are you?

♪♪

(screaming)

Dr. Kihlgren!

Dr. Kihlgren!

Yes?

Yes, who is it?

It's Dulcey Coopersmith, Mrs.
Kihlgren, I've got to see the doctor.

Well...

- What is it, Dulcey?
- Thank you.

It's an awful hour, I know.

What is it, Dulcey?
Is somebody sick?

Jim... Marshal Crown.

He... he... he left for the train way
before midnight and he was only going there

and a wagon came back
and there's blood all over it!

- You mean he's hurt.
- Yes!

No, I don't know,
I'm so afraid, I don't...

Dulcey, Dulcey,
I'm not following you.

- What is it?
- Look, blood!

All over the
seat, it's horrible!

Where is the marshal?

Well, I don't know.

He... he was driving and there were two
men following him and there was a man

on the roof and MacGregor
and Francis are gone and...

Dulcey, you have to find the
marshal first before you can...

Well, I can't do it alone!

He's got to see the
doctor right away.

He's the only one I can... I can
think of and he's Jim's friend and...

Indeed he is, you're absolutely
right, but the doctor's not in town.

- He's not here?
- He's in Gaiman with a patient.

- Oh, no, he'll die!
- No, he should be back this afternoon.

No, no, that's too late.

Is there someone else,
another doctor, somewhere?

- There's Dr. Teo.
- Dr. Teo?

Dr. Teo... Oh, where is he?

Dulcey, nobody goes to Dr. Teo.

- No, where does he live?
- On North Road.

- Yes, but where?
- The last house before the washer.

Now, you mustn't go to
him, nobody goes to him.

Dulcey!

Dulcey, he...

At least get some
clothes on, girl, before...

♪♪

He's coming! He's coming!

I'm gonna break your neck,
Strawdy, now just shut up.

It's gonna be all right.

All right, boys.

Hey, Dickie!

Come on down, I
got something for you.

Wake up, boy.

Get a move on.

Come on, boys, I want
to show you something.

A little thing I picked
up while I was gone.

All you gotta do
is wind it, hear?

Right in here.

Push this button and watch.

(bird chirping)

How about that?
Ain't that something?

Where's that kid, Strawdy?
Get him down here.

He'll turn sideways for a
sun girder when he sees this.

Strawdy, when I snap my
fingers to you, you hustle, hear?

Now get upstairs
and get your brother.

Get him down here.

He ain't upstairs, Paul.

Turn around.

Turn around.

Arapaho or Cherokee?

That's not what happened.

If you took that kid out
there, I'll cream you proper.

- That's not what happened, Bob.
- Where is he?

He had a gun fight
with Johnny Lorton, Pa.

Got in a fight over a girl.

I ain't interested in
what they fought over.

- Where's Dickie?
- Crown took him out to Hays City.

I don't see Lou around here.

Lou and me, Pa,
we tried to stop him.

Truly we did.

Crown shot him and he was dead.

Yeah.

But I killed Crown,
Pa, I killed him.

You'd better have.

Dr. Teo!

Dr. Teo, are you there?

Dr. Teo?

Where are you
wounded, little girl?

- Are you Dr. Teo?
- Almost always.

- Well, Mrs. Kihlgren said...
- Let's just lie down on the table, please.

- But I'm not hurt.
- I'm the doctor, I'll decide that.

- Oh, please, you...
- My fee is $20, payable in advance.

What?

You are shocked? You balk?

I am a specialist, Miss.

Through the
magic of electricity,

I track down the lad, the
body of the gunshot victim

before it finds its
way to the heart.

- But you are a doctor.
- All my diplomas are on the wall.

Where's your bag?

- Bag?
- Please, he's hurt badly, I know it!

- Who?
- Jim Crown.

- Marshal Crown?
- Yes, I don't know where he is.

I've got to find him, please help me find
him, please help me, I know he's dying!

I bid you good night, Miss.

- Where are you going?
- Back to bed.

But you can't.

It's my bed, I can lie in it.

I'll pay you
anything, I promise.

To purchase what, may I ask?

Progress?

Advances in medical surgery?

Years of
specialization research?

No, thank you.

You ask for a
bag, wires, a blade.

Well, I suggest
you find a carpenter.

That's what Mrs. Kihlgren
was trying to tell me.

You're a fake!

Man: Oh!

Whoa, Mona.

By Nettie!

Look at what's
happened here, Lummy.

Huh.

Suppose a gang of
varmints up and frazzled him?

No.

Appears more like they took on
one against the other and nobody

come out crowing.

Well, ain't that the
way of the world?

Let's see what we got here.

Cold as a catfish,
mortified for sure.

Hey.

Ain't that one of the...

Looky here, Lummy.

It's one of Clo Vardeman's boys.

That ain't the half of it.

It's Lou.

Lou? Oh.

It must have took a tall man to mow
down a gunfighter like Lou Vardeman.

My hat's off to you, sir.

Well, let's see what
he's done made.

He ain't got much.

Huh.

Well, you ain't
exactly cash-heavy.

Pa's as rich as a senator.

How come you walking around
with nothing but chicken feed?

Make it so a ma can't
make an honest...

Oh.

Well, now, them... them boots
is gonna be worth something.

I think black's better on the market,
but I believe I can just push these, son.

Hey, and a gun, too.

Turned into a fair
night's pickings.

Hey.

Mighty handsome buckle there.

Here now, don't be greedy.

I mean, it ain't decent for a
man's pants to be falling down,

especially when he's dead.

I swear you are a caution.

All right though, man.

One good turn deserves another.

Let's see what
you got to deliver.

Hey, this is gonna
be good pickings here.

Come on over there.

By hucky.

That look all the world
to be Mr. Kingley Crown.

Lummy.

Oh, that's just who it is.

No wonder poor
Lou's done and gone.

Ooh, careful, Lummy, careful.

Even a dead cold grizzly's life no
doubt still got one mean charge left.

What are we gonna do?

I'll tell you what
we're gonna do.

We're gonna high-tail
it out of here right now.

Water.

Water.

Water...

No, Dulcey, I'm sorry,
there's nothing I can do.

Oh, Mrs. Henderson, oh, please.

I need someone.

I told you, my
husband isn't home!

At 4:00 in the morning?

Perhaps Mr. Wisler can...

No, no, no, Mr. Wisler's not feeling
well and Mr. Herald said that his wife

can't be left alone and well,
what's the matter with everybody?

Why doesn't
anybody want to help?

I'm sorry.

Oh, please, Mrs.
Henderson, please.

- Yes.
- Mr. Lorton.

Miss Coopersmith.

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I must talk to you.

- Now?
- Yes, please.

I don't know what's the matter
with the people in this town.

How's that?

Well, Mr. Harold said that his wife
couldn't be left alone and Mister...

Please.

And Mr. Gelberg said that he'd join
the search party if I could find somebody

- to organize it.
- Try to keep your voice down, will you?

My wife just this minute
had gone to sleep.

- I'm... I'm sorry, but...
- What's happened?

What's all this
about a search party?

Well, Marshal Crown was hurt last
night taking Dickie Vardeman to the train,

and he's been gone since
midnight and the wagon came back

and there's blood all over it.

And you want me to help?

Well, if you could just talk to the
people, make them go and look!

But they won't listen to
me... I can't do it alone!

Miss Coopersmith.

At this moment, my son lies
in a coffin at the undertaker's.

- I'm burying him in the morning time.
- I know.

And you expect me...

Mr. Lorton, Dickie Vardeman
killed your son and Marshal Crown

was taking him to
the... The city jail to...

Do I owe you something for that?

You're the only one
left, there's no one else!

Oh, please.

Please.

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You probably didn't know
how much Johnny admired you.

In some ways, he was quite shy.

Well, he had nice
eyes, I remember that.

I don't know how you could tell.

His... His hair
was always in it.

Go next door and ask Jane
Wisler if she'll sit with my wife.

Don't worry.

We'll find your marshal.

♪♪

Nothing, Pa, we didn't
see no sign of him nowhere.

I swear to you, Pa, I got him...
I blew him right off the wagon.

You can see
blood all over there.

Take off your hats.

Off!

Pa, I swear I got
him, I got him...

Get him on his horse.

(bell tolling)

- Mr. Lorton: George Harold.
- Here.

- Harry Wisler.
- Here.

- John Andrews.
- Here.

Frank Browning.

Browning?

All right.

14 of us, should be enough.

Now, you all know
why I've called you here.

You should, anyway.

Marshal Crown's missing.

Miss Coopersmith here has very
good reason to believe that something's

happened to him.

He's been hurt.

All we know is that he was taking Dickie
Vardeman to meet a train for Hays City.

We could guess that Clo Vardeman
or his sons tried to spring Dickie loose.

That's only a guess.

It may be unfair to Clo.

Anyway, the marshal took
the north road out of Cimarron.

That's our starting point.

When we get to the edge of town,
we'll all spread out about 50 yards apart

and move on out.

That's about all we can do
except pray to God when...

Bartender.

Who is that man?

Clo Vardeman.

The other two are his sons.

Bartender!

I'm sorry, sir, we're not open
for business this morning.

Strawdy.

Sir, I'm the owner
here and I must insist...

For the drinks.

I don't want your
money, I told you that I...

For Marshal Crown.

What?

$500 in gold for any man who'll
bring me Marshal Crown, dead or alive.

No!

I'll be staying right here.

- You can collect any time.
- No, you couldn't.

Don't worry.

Mr. Vardeman, I had my doubts
that the marshal was still alive.

You've reassured me.

Gentlemen, we've
wasted enough time.

We start at the north road.

(gunshots)

Mr. Lorton!

Mr. Lorton!

Y'all better get on home now.

Stay there... Unless
you want some money.

Marvelous.

Marvelous.

If I may say so, sir, you
are a true philosopher.

You instinctively fathom the profound
hypocrisy of the human animal.

- Get out.
- Oh, no, no, you misunderstand.

I'm grateful to you.

I seldom find my style of
life so graphically vindicated.

You really think I
want to shoot him?

I wouldn't waste
the lead on you.

You're already cracking at the
seams and you're hollow inside.

Vivid image.

Probably quite accurate.

Little wonder you inspire such
respect, or is it simply fear?

Fear of blind,
unreasoning brute force.

Just a thought, Mr. Vardeman.

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He is not the first man to be killed
in the west nor will he be the last.

And that, my dear Ms.
Coopersmith, is a truth as bald

as the mountains and
as bare as the deserts.

How can a man like
you talk about truth?

This is the land of truth.

And you have come out
here serene and starched

and fresh from Sunday
school and set up a tea room

in the middle of a bonfire and
Crown has coddled you into

believing it could be done.

Well, welcome to the
west, Ms. Coopersmith.

You have been
dreaming in the lion's den.

And now the lion is down.

And this is the
day of the jackal.

And you're glad.

You're trying to...

To prove some kind
of mad, sick belief,

and even wish a
man dead to do it.

Nearly trying to point out
the reality of the situation.

Well, the reality is that Marshal Crown
is out there somewhere and he's alive!

I'm telling you, Lummy, you've
been sitting in the sun too long.

You'd think bone
plum melted into mud.

The very idea of bringing
Mr. Kingly Crown here, now hold on!

Poor man wasn't
blowed out entirely.

Now, he still had
some stoking left.

I just couldn't go off and
leave you here now, could I?

I'd better get a rag...
I don't see why not.

You don't owe him no favors.

It seems to me that you been
stashed away in this cow town

more than once.

That's right, that's right.

Still, still you're
gonna have to fess up.

And I always treated
you fair and handsome.

Only fair to turn about.

Handsome is as handsome does.

And I still didn't do much
sticking a patch on that hole.

I just...

Well, now, easy, Mr. Crown,
I know this ain't a tickle,

but I can't fix it
if I can't get at it.

It's pretty good.

Just move the
hands over a little bit.

That's it, now, let me
take a little look right here.'

Ooh.

You're bad.

You're awful bad, Mr. Crown.

You ain't got no rights still breathing
with a hole like that in your gizzard.

No, I ain't touching
that, no siree.

I told you.

I warned you.

But you gone and done it again.

You got yourself in
all sorts of trouble.

Well, how so? I was
only trying to help.

Oh, you helped,
you helped, all right.

You helped yourself right into a
tight-fitting rope around the neck when

they find the marshal all stiff
and mortified here in your shack.

They gonna think you killed him.

That's right.

Well, I can take
care of that easy now.

If I can find that
thing, keep that thing...

We'll just bury him right now.

Now, hold on there, Lummy.

Poor man ain't
stopped breathing yet.

Besides, any fool knows you
can find a grave easy enough.

That's right.

Now I'll tell you, there's
only one thing you can do.

You tow him right back
where you found him.

Let somebody else get
in trouble for a change.

Come on, get up, Marshal, I
gotta get you out of this shack.

Come on.

Sir.

Mr. Ruckles!

Oh, please!

Can't you see hours
are 8:00 to 6:00?

I know, I'm awfully sorry,
but I'm in an awful hurry.

I must send a telegram.

Didn't think you'd
come to buy apples.

Oh, please, it's urgent.

Aren't they all?

Now.

- Who to?
- What?

Who's the message going to?

Oh, Mr. Angus MacGregor
or Mr. Francis Wilde.

- That's two names?
- Yes, that's two names.

What address?

- Address?
- That's right, address.

I gotta have someplace
to send it, don't I?

Uh, send it to...

Send it in care of the marshal's
office, Hays City, Kansas.

- Can't.
- What do you mean you can't?

- There ain't no marshal in Hays City.
- But there... there must be.

Nope.

There's marshals in Topeka.

- Sheriff in Hays City.
- Oh, well, sheriff then, sheriff.

Sheriff's county,
marshal's federal.

Sheriff.

Better say what you mean, Miss,
I can't read your mind, you know.

Message?

Oh, God, give me strength.

- What are you doing?
- "God... give me strength."

- Is that all?
- No, that's not all.

Now, erase that and
put down my message.

Please hurry home,
situation desperate...

Hold it, hold it!

"Please hurry home"... Yes?

Situation desperate.

Jim never came back, he's
missing and I think he's terribly hurt,

and Mr. Lorton's
been killed and I...

Ben Lorton? Who'd
want to kill him?

Well, Clo... Clo Vardeman,
he shot him, he's...

- Haven't you heard anything?
- Clo Vardeman.

What are you doing?

Sorry, Miss.

- We're closed for the day.
- But I... I have to...

♪♪

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Come on now, Mona.

Now you got another
night left in you, let her out.

Oh, that's the way to hustle.

It'd be just as bad if they find
this tingly Crown here in my wagon

as back in the shack.

By huckies, he's a fearsome
strong man, the marshal.

Anybody else, they'd be
shoveling the dirt on him by now.

Lummy, you supposing if a doctor
got hold of him, there'd be a chance?

No, no, he's slipping
down and then

be dead before
we got to Cimarron.

Come on there, now, Mona.

But now just supposing,
supposing he could stick it out?

Now, he has so far, ain't he?

And if we get him there in
time, then what do you suppose?

Nothing, Pa, I didn't
see nobody in the street.

They're all looking.

I didn't see nobody
ride out of town, either.

Pa?

Pa?

Maybe Strawdy and I
ought to try to do something.

- Find Crown.
- We wait.

Sooner or later,
somebody'll bring him in.

Well, can't you see it, Lummy?

If you get him back in time,
well, you'd be a real hero.

Yeah, that's right, yeah.

You'd have saved
the marshal's life.

Everybody'd be thanking
you, making over you.

Doggone, you're right.

I'll bet you, Lummy, if you
can get him back in time,

they build you a statue.

Oh, wouldn't that be something?

By huckies, that I gotta have.

Whoa there, Mona!
Turn around now.

We gonna get ourselves a statue!

Come on there now, Mona!

♪♪

Hello?

Is there anyone here?

(horse neighing)

You intend to ride, is that it?

Oh, go away and leave me alone.

My dear, you are alone.

That should be
abundantly clear by now.

Why don't you go back
to your silly little machine?

Allow me.

What do you want from me?

I only want to help you.

You are going to search
for Marshal Crown.

Nobody else will.

I'm not so sure about that.

Mr. Vardeman has provided
a very strong incentive.

Oh, yes, the... the incentive.

The marshal's out there
bleeding to death somewhere.

Yes, they don't care about
that, there are other marshals.

The issue is quite clear.

$500 for betraying him,

probable extermination
for rendering assistance.

Well, you find it very funny.

It's just all a nasty
little game to you.

Oh, not at all, just an observation
on the absurdities of life.

And since I am one, I feel
most qualified to speak,

with pardonable
amusement, I may add.

Your amusement
is not pardonable.

It's sad and it's sick.

People are weak.

They're... they're
pitiable, they're...

Sometimes they're terribly
evil, but never absurd.

Not even you, much as
you want to be different.

- My dear Ms. Coopersmith...
- Do you know...

Do you actually
believe what you say?

If you do, I feel sorry for you.

Now just leave
me alone, go away.

Miss Coopersmith,
whatever you...

Just go away!

Now whatever you think about
me, I... I really do want to help you.

I'd rather have Clo Vardeman.

At least I can offer
some pertinent advice.

Oh, really?

Oh.

Yes.

For instance...

you forgot to tighten the cinch.

I ought to be getting home.

Why don't you go?
Nobody's stopping you.

Well, you know
Martha's at home alone.

You know how high-strung she is.

My mare is due to foal.

I ought to be there.

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Now, nobody's going to accomplish
anything just sitting around home.

Wish I knew what was
going on back there.

Well, at least this way if we
find the marshal and he's just hurt

and needs help, we
can lend him a hand.

But if he's dead, the quicker we
get him back to Clo Vardeman,

the quicker he's gonna get out
of town and leave us in peace.

And $500 richer.

Oh, wait a minute now.

It's not that we were
grabbing this for ourselves.

No, sir, that money's going
into the fund for the new library.

Nobody's going to make a profit on it,
out of any misfortune of Marshal Crown.

Hey.

Oh, that's...

That's just old Lummy.

- Lummy?
- Yeah.

The scavenger.

He collects junk and
peddles it around town.

Hey...

You don't suppose he
knows anything about Crown?

He might.

It look like company coming.

Now watch yourself, Lummy.

Be careful.

- Morning, Lummy.
- Mr. Wisler, good morning.

Mr. Andrews, why, I
didn't recognize you.

Out collecting again, Lummy?

Yeah, you know, a little
bit here, a little bit there.

Did you happen to see
the marshal anywhere?

Uh, marshal?

Jim Crown.

He left town last night
and hasn't returned yet.

By hucky.

That do sound
troublesome, don't it?

Supposing anything
happened to him?

Well, that's what
we're trying to find out.

- Did you see him?
- Uh, uh...

No, sir, nary a blink.

Well, Lummy, if... if by chance you
do come across him, come to us first.

Let us know right away, huh?

Well, I'll just do that,
Mr. Wisler, anything you say.

All right, Lummy.

♪♪

"You come to us first.

You let us know right away."

In a pig's eye.

Ain't nobody gonna
cheat us out of our statue.

We gonna take him
in ourselves now.

Hyah, Mona!

Hyah, hustle there!

♪♪

Well, how do I know that you're telling
me the truth, that this isn't one of your

- nasty little games?
- Oh, come now.

Doubt and cynicism don't suit you,
you're beginning to sound like me.

Well, how do you
know where Jim is?

I didn't say I know where
he is, where he was.

When I was in the livery stable this
morning, get this rig, I overheard one of

the Vardeman brothers bragging
about how he ambushed the marshal

down at Twin Willows.

Well, how far away is that?

A few minutes down this road.

Don't get your hopes up.

You won't find him
there, it's just a start.

Well, that's something...
Oh, please hurry.

You know, I'm very impressed about
your deep feelings for the marshal.

He's my dearest friend.

Very fortunate man indeed.

Come on, Mona.

Hustle yourself, we ain't
got much farther to go.

I can promise you, we get
there, I'm gonna buy you a...

Ooh.

Nettie's town looks
just like a burial yard.

Where do you suppose
everybody went?

Oh, well.

Come on, Mona,
get out there, girl.

♪♪

Come on there, Mona...
come on there, Mona.

Get in there.

Come on there.

Come on.

Whoa there, Mona.

By hucky.

You are one curly
worm, Mr. Marshal.

Hey, I think you're even
stoking up a little stronger.

Well, you know what they say.

The liver the marshal,
the bigger the statue.

Hey, I never heard that.

I think he's fibbing...
No, I ain't, cousin.

Doggone it, look out,
statue, here we come.

♪♪

Oh, howdy, Mr. Vardeman.

Something you want
to talk to me about?

Uh, no sir.

No, I was looking for the deputy
but it appears he ain't here,

so I'll just come back later.

You say you were
looking for the deputies?

Well... Yes, sir.

Well, now, what about
the marshal himself?

Uh...

Well, I heard he's
out of town, sir.

Oh?

Have you heard about this?

$500 in gold.

For anybody that will let
me talk to Marshal Crown.

Anybody, even you.

♪♪

I found it over there.

I'm sorry.

All right, boys, drag him out.

You ought to be ashamed.

You've just gone and
finished Mr. Kingley Crown.

$500 all in one place.

We ain't never saw that
much money in our whole life.

Well now, maybe, maybe.

That Mr. Crown, he's a fair man.

You understand.

He wouldn't stand in our way.

Ain't nothing.

Crown ain't in there.

You told me that
Crown was in there!

Oh, he is!

Oh, he is.

I left him there.

Oh, he's hurt something
fearsome, he was.

He's near.

Oh, look!

Lookit!

It's his blood.

Oh, he was in there.

Oh, I swear to
holy Topet he was.

Look!

More, more!

He must have got himself
out of the wagon somehow.

He just dragged himself away.

Well, he can't be far off!

Find him!

♪♪

By huckies.

Well, I always done my best.

I never meant no bad to nobody.

When you find him,
you'll get the rest of it.

♪♪

Lummy, Lummy.

There goes our statue for sure.

Oh, well.

Lummy.

Thatch is only good
for birds to sit on.

♪♪

Come on there, Mona.

Back it up there.

Come on.

Lummy.

Stay through to the end of town.

To Dr. Kihlren's.

Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Marshal.

I know exactly where it is.

Oh, and may I say it's real pleasureful
to have you acting so frisky again.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, well.

Come on now, boy.

♪♪

Don't be so hard on yourself.

You did everything you could.

There must have been some...

Some way.

I betrayed him
like everybody else.

Blood, Pa!

He was in there the whole time.

I told you, Pa, I
told you I got him.

Shut up.

He's not gonna get very
far leaking that bad anyway.

I looked every place.

- What about the wagon?
- The wagon?

- It's gone.
- I know it's gone, stupid.

Find it.

♪♪

Lummy: Come on
there, come on, come on!

Almost there, Mr. Marshal,
Doc's place at the end of the street!

Come on, then!

Dul...

Dulcey?

Come on! Come on!

Come on then,
come on then, Mona!

Whoa, Mona.

Here it be, Marshal.

Easy now, easy.

Easy, don't frazzle
out on me now.

Especially before it
gets me my statue.

Come on.

♪♪

Marshal, you poor
man, come in, come in.

Marshal, I'll do what
I can for you now.

This is a flesh wound.

I can clean that, but
the... the bullet, I...

- That's for my husband.
- Well, it don't look like it can wait.

That stays in 'til tonight, he gonna
be something for the undertaker.

Nathan Teo.

Teo? He hasn't practiced
medicine in years.

Ms. Kihlgren, I'm not exactly in
any position to be... to be particular.

- I'll go fetch him.
- Lummy.

No, you won't.

It's too dangerous
for you out there.

Now, don't you fret about me...
Ain't nothing gonna stop me.

$500 might.

By netties, Lummy.

You got yourself plum in
the middle for fair this time.

Tell the marshal.

Tell the marshal I'm
here, he's belly-up for sure.

Marshal!

Marshal!

Just move out of the way, ma'am.

(gunshot)

♪♪

Lummy?

You got a big mouth.

Sit down.

I want you to have a sedative.

Well, it's a hard fact to face,

but a fact nevertheless.

What?

A vague remnant of
my medical training.

Give the patient reality to cling to
and carry him through unavoidable

emotional trauma in
times of extreme tragedy.

Drink it.

With appropriate expressions
of sympathy, of course.

Poor Ms. Coopersmith.

Poor little girl.

Innocent little girl.

A whole new world
all hers for the asking.

Now, pain and death.

What are you trying to do to me?

I've been trying to
make you face life.

- Now you see it.
- See what?

This world and all the tragic
people who live in it eating each other

and then themselves
and still hungry

because they're hollow, empty.

Are you so very
frightened, Doctor?

Frightened?

That you may be asked
to save a human life.

I came to you
last night begging.

But you didn't hear,
you wouldn't listen.

You're a machine, that's all...
Your machine will heal, not you.

(knocking)

Ms. Coopersmith, I... I've
been trying to help you.

Are you sober?

- Mrs. Kihlgren.
- We need your help.

Marshal Crown's in my
house, he's badly hurt.

Don't you understand?
I'm not a doctor.

I'm a fraud, a
drunken, stupid fraud.

Yes, you are a fraud.

You go around saying terrible
things, acting like a monster

because you're afraid
of what you really are.

The man who came out here years
ago, kind, decent, wanting to help,

the man you still are!

Why don't you stop
feeling sorry for yourself?

Marshal, if I could help...

You're the only one that can.

Doctor.

Mrs. Kihlgren.

You'll have to assist me.

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♪♪

We've come to collect.

Crown's dead.

You say it.

We saw his grave.

That's my grave for my son, Lou!

Where's Crown?

We don't know, but there's
been enough trouble around here.

- You can't...
- Crown, that's all I want to talk about.

Just give me Crown,
you'll be rid of me.

In case I haven't said it before,
it's nice to see you, Biscuit.

Whether you like it
or not, you're a doctor.

Whether you like it
or not, you're a patient.

- Lie down.
- In my own bed.

Jim, you can't go
to the Wayfarer's.

The Vardemans are still there.

That place needs fumigating.

♪♪

Jim, please, I beg you not to.

Dulcey, you'll stay right
here with Mrs. Kihlgren.

But... but can't you just...

Do as I say now, go on.

You're a fool, Crown.

You're in no condition for this.

Nobody knows what condition
anybody's in until they're pushed.

Right, Doctor?

All right, Lummy, move her out.

Yes, sir.

Come on, Mona! Hyah!

This isn't exactly gonna
be a house call, Doc.

I'm just along to try to keep
one of my patients alive.

I'll try not to spoil your work.

♪♪

Strawdy! Strawdy!

He's in there, Marshal.

All coiled and rattle buzzing.

You need me for anything more?

Not unless you want to
help me yank his fangs.

All the same to you, Marshal, I
really don't much care for snakes.

Look at you.

Weak as a baby, can't
even hold your gun.

Stay down, Doc.

You can't last.

He'll wait you out.

Why don't you do me
the favor and call him out?

I trust you're still in the
market for a federal marshal.

The money's right there.

Your purchase is out there.

Dead or alive?

I thought you paid either way.

I never buy anything blind.

See for yourself.

I'll do just that.

♪♪

♪♪

Pa!

♪♪

Pa! Pa! Pa!

(gunshot)

No, no!

Pa!

Pa! No!

Pa!

Marshal!

Marshal, there's still me!

- Kerwin!
- Marshal!

(gunshot)

♪♪

(horse neighing)

Well, Doc, your
patient's still alive.

I'm sure I speak for the marshal
when I say thank you, gentlemen,

for your prompt, wholehearted,
unselfish assistance.

Well, what do you call that?

- Supper.
- Belly wash and sinkers?

It's beef broth and a homemade
biscuit and it's the proper diet

for any man with
a serious injury.

Well, it's not even a proper
diet for a beat-up prairie dog.

Now, you ask the
doctor, he'll tell you.

A man needs feeding...
Go on, ask him.

- Well, I can't ask him.
- Why not?

- He's gone.
- Gone?

Well, what do you mean
gone? Gone where?

Well, I don't know.

I went to his office to
ask about you and...

Well, there's nothing left, the place
is empty except for his machine,

he left that behind.

I guess he feels he doesn't
need a crutch anymore.

I hope so.

And from where
I see, he doesn't.

(door opening)

The deputy's report.

- Jim.
- Sir.

Well, let's hear it.

- No killings.
- No prisoners.

- No disorderly conduct.
- No drunks.

- All's quiet.
- Except for one thing.

Mr. Wisler and Mr. Andrews
and some others,

they've been inquiring
about a certain $500.

They claim it's missing,
but they're pussyfooting.

Won't come right out
and say it's been stolen.

Do you know
anything about it, Jim?

Some.

The way I see it, the
money's gone to buy a statue.

Aye.

♪♪

Statue?

Lummy, we'll buy you
a whole case of red eye.

And Mona, old back-busted baby,
we'll buy you all of the beer you can drink

and then we'll buy, yeah,
one of them fancy wagon tops,

with all the fringy stuff.

Now hold on then.

Well, now, we gotta
save some for my statue.

I mean, after all now, it's bad
enough the way we come by this 500...

I'm glad you brung
that up, Lummy.

Now, the way I see it, we just saved
them folks the embarrassment of having to

force us to take that $500 of
reward for saving the marshal's life.

Now, now about our statue.

Can't you just see it, all
white and shimmering light?

100% pure alabaster,
brung all the way from Dallas.

It's right... Hey,
listen to me, Lummy.

Oh, yeah...

Right there in the
middle of the park.

Everybody's gonna see it.

I tell you, Lummy, it's
gonna be something.

You can just see all the statue.

Doggone!

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