Gunsmoke (1955–1975): Season 3, Episode 33 - Innocent Broad - full transcript
Lou and Linda met in St. Louis and are engaged to be married. Lou is waiting in Dodge for her but a man he says he never met rides in on the stage too and makes Matt suspicious when Lou says he doesn't know him.
...starring James Arness
as Matt Dillon.
Miss Bell.
Yes?
I'm Jim Buck.
I'm driving the stage
from here on in to Dodge.
What happened to
the other driver?
Oh, I always spell
him here in Pawnee.
He told me to look
out for you.
Thank you.
But I'm quite able
to take care of myself.
You're awful young to be
traveling all alone.
I'm 17.
Well, now, I...
I-I take it all back.
We about ready to leave?
Soon as I get that fella
out of he saloon yonder.
Well, uh, they told me
I was going to be alone
for the rest of the trip.
Well, now, miss, uh,
I don't know this fella.
Says his name's Bassett.
But if he's too drunk,
I promise you
he won't be riding
along with us.
I don't frighten easily.
I sure don't aim
to frighten you, miss.
Something
wrong, miss?
Well, that's all right.
Hello, Marshal Dillon.
Hello, Jim.
I been waiting for you.
Is something the matter?
Well, I'm, uh, I'm afraid you
frightened this young lady.
She didn't expect
to see anybody.
Oh, I see.
Miss Bell, this
is Marshal Dillon.
How do, Miss Bell.
I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to scare you.
How do you do.
Don't see you around
Pawnee often, Marshal.
Well, I've been up this
way on business, Jim.
Want to get back to Dodge.
You got any room?
Sure have.
We can get going
as soon as I round up
that Bassett fella.
All right- and Jim,
drive easy, will ya?
I wore out a horse
getting here.
I need some sleep.
Sure thing.
We can leave in
about five minutes.
All right.
Ma'am.
Nice day.
The lawman is asleep.
It's you I'm
talking to, missy.
I said it's a nice
day, ain't it?
Yes.
That's better.
As long as we're riding
to Dodge together,
it's best we get acquainted.
My name is Joe Bassett.
How do you do.
You staying in Dodge?
Well, that's fine.
Please, I'm very tired
and if you'd just-
You are, uh?
You a dancing girl
or something?
Well, you're too young
for that, ain't ya?
Ain't ya?
Please.
I know- I've
got a bottle.
Go on, have a drink.
No! No!
Mister...
What do you want?
You're making it kind of hard
for me to sleep.
I am, huh?
Yeah.
Now this is going to be
a long trip.
Why don't you
just sit back there
and look out the window.
'Cause I'd rather look
at this pretty little girl here.
Come on, honey,
have a drink.
Jim.
Jim, pull up.
What for?
I said pull up.
Okay, Marshal.
Hah! Hah!
What's the
trouble, Marshal?
No trouble, Jim.
This passenger here wants to
ride up on the box with you.
What?
He wants somebody
to talk to.
You crazy?
He's waiting for you, Bassett.
I'm staying right here.
You're holding us up.
Now get moving.
You like to broke my arm.
All right, Jim, open the door.
Now get out.
I'm going...
but you're going to be sorry
you ever seen me.
I'm sorry already.
Hey, driver, give me a hand;
my arm's all numb.
Well...
now maybe I can get some sleep.
Where you from?
I'm from St. Louis.
St. Louis.
You've come a long way.
It'll be worth it
once I reach Dodge.
That so?
I'm meeting my fianc? there.
Oh, maybe I know him.
Well, he hasn't been
there very long.
His name's Lou Paxon.
Lou Paxon...
No, I don't think I know him.
What's he do?
Well, I-I don't know, really.
I met him in St. Louis.
I haven't known him
terribly long.
Oh, I see.
I'll tell you
something, Marshal,
if you promise to keep
it a secret.
All right, that's a promise.
I ran away from home.
My parents think I'm too young
to get married.
Well, uh, how old are you?
I'm 17.
Do you think that's too young?
Well, it's kind of a hard
question to answer.
I guess that probably depends
on you and this fella Paxon.
Oh, he's a wonderful man.
Mm-hmm.
You'll see, when you meet him.
Sure.
Miss Bell.
What's the matter?
We're here.
It's Dodge City.
Thank you.
Well, do you
see him anywhere?
No, I don't.
Don't worry,
we'll find him.
Welcome home, Mr. Dillon.
Hello, Chester.
Well...
Well, it-it, uh...
it sure is good
to see you back.
Yeah, I declare, y-you
sure are looking good.
That so?
Oh, my, yes.
Miss Bell,
Miss Bell, this is a friend
of mine, Chester Goode.
How do you- how
do you do, ma'am.
How do you do.
Miss Bell is meeting
somebody here, Chester.
Oh, uh-huh.
I think it's time you called
me Linda, Marshal.
Oh, Linda- that's a
pretty name, Linda is.
Like, you know, I
always say about names-
if they're for a pretty
girl, they oughta...
Oh, there he is, Marshal.
Lou!
Oh, Lou!
Hello, Linda.
Well, how-how come
that she knows him?
You know him?
No, I... well, I seen
him around is all.
Linda!
Oh, Linda, you look
mighty good.
I made it.
I never thought
I would.
Might have been bad, too,
except for Marshal Dillon here.
Marshal, I'd like to have
you meet Lou Paxon-
my fiance.
How do you do.
So you're Marshal Dillon.
This is Chester Goode.
Hello.
How do you do.
That man, Lou, over there...
My bag, please.
He was trying to get me
to drink with me and everything.
Drink with you?
Oh, forevermore.
His name's Bassett, Lou.
He was bothering me.
Don't worry
about him, Linda.
So this is who
the little girl
was coming to see.
She's my fianc?e.
Oh?
She didn't say she was coming
here to get married.
Well, she is.
Sure.
What do you want, Bassett?
You got my gun in your belt.
You aim to steal it?
You aim to sell it?
What do you mean by that?
Where you from?
Wichita.
What are you gonna
do about that?
You handle a gun pretty good
when you're sober.
Well, what are you
prodding me for, Marshal?
You aim to stay here long?
No, not long.
Good.
Marshal, I want to thank you
for taking care of Linda.
Sure.
I don't know who
that man is,
but, well, he shouldn't
have been bothering her.
Well, Linda, I'll
get your bags.
They've got a room for you
over at the Dodge House.
Marshal, I hope
I see you again.
Sure, Linda.
You too, Chester.
Oh, thank you.
Well, Mr. Dillon,
what happened
on that stage with Bassett?
You know, there's something
I can't figure here.
Wh-What do you mean?
I got an idea those
two men know each other.
You do?
Yeah, but they don't want
anybody to know it.
Well, why?
You don't know anything
about that Lou Paxon, huh?
Well, no, I don't
know nothing about him.
He just come to town
little over a week ago.
Mm-hmm.
Say, there's a seat open
over that the game now.
Hello, Kitty.
Well, stranger, welcome home. Thanks.
I heard you got
in this morning.
Yep.
Been gone almost
two weeks.
Seems longer than
that to me.
Well, how are you, Marshal?
Glad to see you back.
Hello, Red. How about
a couple of beers here?
Coming right up.
I, uh, I also heard
you had a little trouble
on the stage,
coming in from Pawnee.
Who told you that?
Linda.
Linda?!
How come you know her?
What's she doing in here
dressed like that?
She works here.
Works here?!
Lou Paxon brought her in
this afternoon
and asked me to give her a job.
Kitty, she's only
17 years old.
I know it.
I know it.
Well, Kitty,
you must have
given her the job in here.
Couldn't you have kept her
out of this place?
Sure, but she'd be working
at the Lady Gay
or the Texas Trail.
What do you mean?
Lou Paxon said
that she had to be working
somewhere, and she'll do
anything he says.
At least if she's here,
I can try and keep an eye on her
every once in a while anyhow.
Look at her.
She looks half scared to death
right now.
Hey, uh, how about
a little drink?
No!
Matt?
Hmm?
Oh, now,
wait a minute, Kitty.
What, I mean,
you can't expect me
to interfere
in something like this.
Why not?
Just because
nobody's been killed,
or nothing's been stolen?
Just because
there doesn't happen to be a law
against it?
Well, no, but...
Do it, Matt.
All right.
Go bring her over here.
Hello, Linda.
Kitty says you wanted to see me
about something.
Won't you sit
down for a minute?
It's all right, Linda.
You don't have
to look so scared.
I'm not really.
My goodness, everybody keeps
treating me like a child.
Like I was afraid all the time.
Aren't you, Linda?
Yes, I guess I am.
Well, then, why do you feel
as though you have to stay here?
Lou says I've got to.
Why?
He says it's to keep me
out of the way.
Well, uh,
out of the way of what?
No. Really.
He says
if I'm working somewhere,
that he knows where I am, and
he can always come and find me.
Linda, I'll tell you
what I'd like to have you do.
I'd like to have you
go back to your
room and stay there.
But I can't, Marshal.
Lou'd be angry.
You don't even have
to tell Lou about it.
But he'll find out.
Yeah.
He'll find out, all right.
Number 12.
Now, wait
a minute, Bassett.
I'll talk to you
tomorrow.
That there's that Bassett
fella, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah.
Well, he come out
of number 12.
Now, look, I told...
I thought
it was somebody else.
Yeah.
Bassett's gone.
What do you want, Marshal?
I want to talk to you.
What do you want to
talk to me about?
Why did you pretend you didn't
know Bassett this morning?
I don't know him.
He just walked
out of here.
Well, I meant,
I didn't know him this morning.
What's your business with him?
I got no business
with him.
He was talking,
that's all.
Look, Marshall,
what's this all about?
I'll tell you what
it's all about.
I think Bassett's a gunman,
and I think
you've hired him for a job.
I got nothing to do with him,
I tell you.
All right. I don't know
who it is you're after,
but this time,
I'm gonna stop the trouble
before it gets started.
What time does
the next stage leave?
Oh, well,
there ain't another stage
until day after tomorrow.
Santa Fe's out
in the morning, though.
All right. I'm gonna
be down there
to see that
you're on it.
I ain't about
to leave, Marshal.
You got no right
to make me.
You're leaving, and you're
leaving without Linda.
What...?
Putting an innocent
17-year-old girl
to work in a saloon is about
the lowest thing I can think of.
Now, I got her out of there,
Paxon,
and she's
staying out.
You're interfering in something
where you got no right, Marshal.
You just be down
at the depot in the morning.
And your friend Bassett is gonna
be traveling with you.
You're making
a mistake.
Well, if I am,
you can stop it.
What do you mean?
Just start talking.
No.
Hey.
Oh, hello, Doc.
Well, you still up?
My golly, it's
after midnight.
Well, now, since when
did I start going to bed
before midnight?
Well, maybe you ought
to once in a while.
Then you wouldn't have to
sit out here on the porch
in your chair,
in the daytime,
your hat pulled down over
your eyes, half asleep.
Get a little sleep at night,
you'd be a lot better off.
Government pays you a pretty
good salary, the way I figure.
Listen, you old
horse doctor.
I'm wise to you.
Huh?
You know, you're getting
worse all the time.
You're just
not happy anymore
unless you've got somebody
to argue with.
What? Me.
Yeah.
All right, I'm your man.
Just pull up a chair
and start arguing.
Somebody beat us to it.
Well, that sounds like
it came from the Lady Gay.
Yeah.
Mr. Dillon! Mr. Dillon!
It's Lou Paxon.
He tried to rob the saloon,
and he got shot.
Well, is he hurt bad,
Chester?
Well, I don't know, Doc.
I been...
Well, here,
let me take a look.
Oh, let's-let's get him up
to the office; come on.
You know, it's-it's a
funny thing, Mr. Dillon.
He didn't even try
and-and shoot back.
Oh, uh, look, why don't you give
him a hand, will you, Chester?
I'll be along in a few
minutes. Well, where you going?
Somebody here
I want to talk to.
Oh...
Hello, Marshal.
What are you doing here,
Bassett?
Watching.
Watching for what?
Not for anything.
Just watching.
You're working with Lou Paxon,
aren't you?
Was that him
they carried up there?
You know it was.
Dead?
Why don't you go find out?
It ain't nothing to me, Marshal.
You know, I was gonna
run you out of town,
but I think I'll keep you
around now till I find out
what's going on.
I ain't done a thing.
No.
And you're not going to.
I'm gonna lock you up.
I ain't never been in jail
in my life, Marshal.
Well, you're going now.
No, I ain't.
Get your hands up.
Not likely.
Is he dead,
Mr. Dillon?
Yeah, he's dead.
Oh, I just knowed there'd
be trouble; I knowed it.
Look, would you go
get Kitty
and tell her
to bring Linda up to Doc's?
Linda up to Doc's?
Yeah.
Hello, Matt.
Doc.
How is he?
Well, he's not
very good, Matt.
He got one in the stomach
and a bad one in the chest.
I... I can't
do anything for him.
Mm-hmm.
Linda...
Linda?
Linda?
Linda's on her way
up here, Paxon.
That poor little gal.
What made you think
you could get away
with robbing that saloon?
Was Bassett supposed
to help you?
Him?
No, he wasn't gonna help.
He was just...
waiting for
the money.
What do you mean?
It don't matter now.
I can tell you.
That's what
he came here for.
We robbed a stage up north.
I run off.
Spent the money
in St. Louis.
He followed me here.
He found me.
He-He was gonna hurt Linda...
...if I didn't get the money...
...so I-I figured
she'd be safe...
safer where
there was a crowd around.
You don't have to worry
about Bassett.
He's dead.
Is he?
So am I.
Just about.
Well, I better
go get Linda, I guess.
What for? What are
you gonna tell her?
Well, tell her the truth.
Tell her the whole story.
Well, that'll be
awful hard on her.
Finding out what
kind of a man he was.
Can't you spare
her that?
Well, Linda got off
easy, Doc.
Think of the trouble
she'd have been in
if she'd have married
a man like that.
But none of this is gonna
do her any good at all
unless I can send her home
a whole lot smarter
than she was
when she came.
Yeah.
That's what
I got to do.
Come on, Linda.
I'll walk you back
to Dodge House.
as Matt Dillon.
Miss Bell.
Yes?
I'm Jim Buck.
I'm driving the stage
from here on in to Dodge.
What happened to
the other driver?
Oh, I always spell
him here in Pawnee.
He told me to look
out for you.
Thank you.
But I'm quite able
to take care of myself.
You're awful young to be
traveling all alone.
I'm 17.
Well, now, I...
I-I take it all back.
We about ready to leave?
Soon as I get that fella
out of he saloon yonder.
Well, uh, they told me
I was going to be alone
for the rest of the trip.
Well, now, miss, uh,
I don't know this fella.
Says his name's Bassett.
But if he's too drunk,
I promise you
he won't be riding
along with us.
I don't frighten easily.
I sure don't aim
to frighten you, miss.
Something
wrong, miss?
Well, that's all right.
Hello, Marshal Dillon.
Hello, Jim.
I been waiting for you.
Is something the matter?
Well, I'm, uh, I'm afraid you
frightened this young lady.
She didn't expect
to see anybody.
Oh, I see.
Miss Bell, this
is Marshal Dillon.
How do, Miss Bell.
I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to scare you.
How do you do.
Don't see you around
Pawnee often, Marshal.
Well, I've been up this
way on business, Jim.
Want to get back to Dodge.
You got any room?
Sure have.
We can get going
as soon as I round up
that Bassett fella.
All right- and Jim,
drive easy, will ya?
I wore out a horse
getting here.
I need some sleep.
Sure thing.
We can leave in
about five minutes.
All right.
Ma'am.
Nice day.
The lawman is asleep.
It's you I'm
talking to, missy.
I said it's a nice
day, ain't it?
Yes.
That's better.
As long as we're riding
to Dodge together,
it's best we get acquainted.
My name is Joe Bassett.
How do you do.
You staying in Dodge?
Well, that's fine.
Please, I'm very tired
and if you'd just-
You are, uh?
You a dancing girl
or something?
Well, you're too young
for that, ain't ya?
Ain't ya?
Please.
I know- I've
got a bottle.
Go on, have a drink.
No! No!
Mister...
What do you want?
You're making it kind of hard
for me to sleep.
I am, huh?
Yeah.
Now this is going to be
a long trip.
Why don't you
just sit back there
and look out the window.
'Cause I'd rather look
at this pretty little girl here.
Come on, honey,
have a drink.
Jim.
Jim, pull up.
What for?
I said pull up.
Okay, Marshal.
Hah! Hah!
What's the
trouble, Marshal?
No trouble, Jim.
This passenger here wants to
ride up on the box with you.
What?
He wants somebody
to talk to.
You crazy?
He's waiting for you, Bassett.
I'm staying right here.
You're holding us up.
Now get moving.
You like to broke my arm.
All right, Jim, open the door.
Now get out.
I'm going...
but you're going to be sorry
you ever seen me.
I'm sorry already.
Hey, driver, give me a hand;
my arm's all numb.
Well...
now maybe I can get some sleep.
Where you from?
I'm from St. Louis.
St. Louis.
You've come a long way.
It'll be worth it
once I reach Dodge.
That so?
I'm meeting my fianc? there.
Oh, maybe I know him.
Well, he hasn't been
there very long.
His name's Lou Paxon.
Lou Paxon...
No, I don't think I know him.
What's he do?
Well, I-I don't know, really.
I met him in St. Louis.
I haven't known him
terribly long.
Oh, I see.
I'll tell you
something, Marshal,
if you promise to keep
it a secret.
All right, that's a promise.
I ran away from home.
My parents think I'm too young
to get married.
Well, uh, how old are you?
I'm 17.
Do you think that's too young?
Well, it's kind of a hard
question to answer.
I guess that probably depends
on you and this fella Paxon.
Oh, he's a wonderful man.
Mm-hmm.
You'll see, when you meet him.
Sure.
Miss Bell.
What's the matter?
We're here.
It's Dodge City.
Thank you.
Well, do you
see him anywhere?
No, I don't.
Don't worry,
we'll find him.
Welcome home, Mr. Dillon.
Hello, Chester.
Well...
Well, it-it, uh...
it sure is good
to see you back.
Yeah, I declare, y-you
sure are looking good.
That so?
Oh, my, yes.
Miss Bell,
Miss Bell, this is a friend
of mine, Chester Goode.
How do you- how
do you do, ma'am.
How do you do.
Miss Bell is meeting
somebody here, Chester.
Oh, uh-huh.
I think it's time you called
me Linda, Marshal.
Oh, Linda- that's a
pretty name, Linda is.
Like, you know, I
always say about names-
if they're for a pretty
girl, they oughta...
Oh, there he is, Marshal.
Lou!
Oh, Lou!
Hello, Linda.
Well, how-how come
that she knows him?
You know him?
No, I... well, I seen
him around is all.
Linda!
Oh, Linda, you look
mighty good.
I made it.
I never thought
I would.
Might have been bad, too,
except for Marshal Dillon here.
Marshal, I'd like to have
you meet Lou Paxon-
my fiance.
How do you do.
So you're Marshal Dillon.
This is Chester Goode.
Hello.
How do you do.
That man, Lou, over there...
My bag, please.
He was trying to get me
to drink with me and everything.
Drink with you?
Oh, forevermore.
His name's Bassett, Lou.
He was bothering me.
Don't worry
about him, Linda.
So this is who
the little girl
was coming to see.
She's my fianc?e.
Oh?
She didn't say she was coming
here to get married.
Well, she is.
Sure.
What do you want, Bassett?
You got my gun in your belt.
You aim to steal it?
You aim to sell it?
What do you mean by that?
Where you from?
Wichita.
What are you gonna
do about that?
You handle a gun pretty good
when you're sober.
Well, what are you
prodding me for, Marshal?
You aim to stay here long?
No, not long.
Good.
Marshal, I want to thank you
for taking care of Linda.
Sure.
I don't know who
that man is,
but, well, he shouldn't
have been bothering her.
Well, Linda, I'll
get your bags.
They've got a room for you
over at the Dodge House.
Marshal, I hope
I see you again.
Sure, Linda.
You too, Chester.
Oh, thank you.
Well, Mr. Dillon,
what happened
on that stage with Bassett?
You know, there's something
I can't figure here.
Wh-What do you mean?
I got an idea those
two men know each other.
You do?
Yeah, but they don't want
anybody to know it.
Well, why?
You don't know anything
about that Lou Paxon, huh?
Well, no, I don't
know nothing about him.
He just come to town
little over a week ago.
Mm-hmm.
Say, there's a seat open
over that the game now.
Hello, Kitty.
Well, stranger, welcome home. Thanks.
I heard you got
in this morning.
Yep.
Been gone almost
two weeks.
Seems longer than
that to me.
Well, how are you, Marshal?
Glad to see you back.
Hello, Red. How about
a couple of beers here?
Coming right up.
I, uh, I also heard
you had a little trouble
on the stage,
coming in from Pawnee.
Who told you that?
Linda.
Linda?!
How come you know her?
What's she doing in here
dressed like that?
She works here.
Works here?!
Lou Paxon brought her in
this afternoon
and asked me to give her a job.
Kitty, she's only
17 years old.
I know it.
I know it.
Well, Kitty,
you must have
given her the job in here.
Couldn't you have kept her
out of this place?
Sure, but she'd be working
at the Lady Gay
or the Texas Trail.
What do you mean?
Lou Paxon said
that she had to be working
somewhere, and she'll do
anything he says.
At least if she's here,
I can try and keep an eye on her
every once in a while anyhow.
Look at her.
She looks half scared to death
right now.
Hey, uh, how about
a little drink?
No!
Matt?
Hmm?
Oh, now,
wait a minute, Kitty.
What, I mean,
you can't expect me
to interfere
in something like this.
Why not?
Just because
nobody's been killed,
or nothing's been stolen?
Just because
there doesn't happen to be a law
against it?
Well, no, but...
Do it, Matt.
All right.
Go bring her over here.
Hello, Linda.
Kitty says you wanted to see me
about something.
Won't you sit
down for a minute?
It's all right, Linda.
You don't have
to look so scared.
I'm not really.
My goodness, everybody keeps
treating me like a child.
Like I was afraid all the time.
Aren't you, Linda?
Yes, I guess I am.
Well, then, why do you feel
as though you have to stay here?
Lou says I've got to.
Why?
He says it's to keep me
out of the way.
Well, uh,
out of the way of what?
No. Really.
He says
if I'm working somewhere,
that he knows where I am, and
he can always come and find me.
Linda, I'll tell you
what I'd like to have you do.
I'd like to have you
go back to your
room and stay there.
But I can't, Marshal.
Lou'd be angry.
You don't even have
to tell Lou about it.
But he'll find out.
Yeah.
He'll find out, all right.
Number 12.
Now, wait
a minute, Bassett.
I'll talk to you
tomorrow.
That there's that Bassett
fella, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah.
Well, he come out
of number 12.
Now, look, I told...
I thought
it was somebody else.
Yeah.
Bassett's gone.
What do you want, Marshal?
I want to talk to you.
What do you want to
talk to me about?
Why did you pretend you didn't
know Bassett this morning?
I don't know him.
He just walked
out of here.
Well, I meant,
I didn't know him this morning.
What's your business with him?
I got no business
with him.
He was talking,
that's all.
Look, Marshall,
what's this all about?
I'll tell you what
it's all about.
I think Bassett's a gunman,
and I think
you've hired him for a job.
I got nothing to do with him,
I tell you.
All right. I don't know
who it is you're after,
but this time,
I'm gonna stop the trouble
before it gets started.
What time does
the next stage leave?
Oh, well,
there ain't another stage
until day after tomorrow.
Santa Fe's out
in the morning, though.
All right. I'm gonna
be down there
to see that
you're on it.
I ain't about
to leave, Marshal.
You got no right
to make me.
You're leaving, and you're
leaving without Linda.
What...?
Putting an innocent
17-year-old girl
to work in a saloon is about
the lowest thing I can think of.
Now, I got her out of there,
Paxon,
and she's
staying out.
You're interfering in something
where you got no right, Marshal.
You just be down
at the depot in the morning.
And your friend Bassett is gonna
be traveling with you.
You're making
a mistake.
Well, if I am,
you can stop it.
What do you mean?
Just start talking.
No.
Hey.
Oh, hello, Doc.
Well, you still up?
My golly, it's
after midnight.
Well, now, since when
did I start going to bed
before midnight?
Well, maybe you ought
to once in a while.
Then you wouldn't have to
sit out here on the porch
in your chair,
in the daytime,
your hat pulled down over
your eyes, half asleep.
Get a little sleep at night,
you'd be a lot better off.
Government pays you a pretty
good salary, the way I figure.
Listen, you old
horse doctor.
I'm wise to you.
Huh?
You know, you're getting
worse all the time.
You're just
not happy anymore
unless you've got somebody
to argue with.
What? Me.
Yeah.
All right, I'm your man.
Just pull up a chair
and start arguing.
Somebody beat us to it.
Well, that sounds like
it came from the Lady Gay.
Yeah.
Mr. Dillon! Mr. Dillon!
It's Lou Paxon.
He tried to rob the saloon,
and he got shot.
Well, is he hurt bad,
Chester?
Well, I don't know, Doc.
I been...
Well, here,
let me take a look.
Oh, let's-let's get him up
to the office; come on.
You know, it's-it's a
funny thing, Mr. Dillon.
He didn't even try
and-and shoot back.
Oh, uh, look, why don't you give
him a hand, will you, Chester?
I'll be along in a few
minutes. Well, where you going?
Somebody here
I want to talk to.
Oh...
Hello, Marshal.
What are you doing here,
Bassett?
Watching.
Watching for what?
Not for anything.
Just watching.
You're working with Lou Paxon,
aren't you?
Was that him
they carried up there?
You know it was.
Dead?
Why don't you go find out?
It ain't nothing to me, Marshal.
You know, I was gonna
run you out of town,
but I think I'll keep you
around now till I find out
what's going on.
I ain't done a thing.
No.
And you're not going to.
I'm gonna lock you up.
I ain't never been in jail
in my life, Marshal.
Well, you're going now.
No, I ain't.
Get your hands up.
Not likely.
Is he dead,
Mr. Dillon?
Yeah, he's dead.
Oh, I just knowed there'd
be trouble; I knowed it.
Look, would you go
get Kitty
and tell her
to bring Linda up to Doc's?
Linda up to Doc's?
Yeah.
Hello, Matt.
Doc.
How is he?
Well, he's not
very good, Matt.
He got one in the stomach
and a bad one in the chest.
I... I can't
do anything for him.
Mm-hmm.
Linda...
Linda?
Linda?
Linda's on her way
up here, Paxon.
That poor little gal.
What made you think
you could get away
with robbing that saloon?
Was Bassett supposed
to help you?
Him?
No, he wasn't gonna help.
He was just...
waiting for
the money.
What do you mean?
It don't matter now.
I can tell you.
That's what
he came here for.
We robbed a stage up north.
I run off.
Spent the money
in St. Louis.
He followed me here.
He found me.
He-He was gonna hurt Linda...
...if I didn't get the money...
...so I-I figured
she'd be safe...
safer where
there was a crowd around.
You don't have to worry
about Bassett.
He's dead.
Is he?
So am I.
Just about.
Well, I better
go get Linda, I guess.
What for? What are
you gonna tell her?
Well, tell her the truth.
Tell her the whole story.
Well, that'll be
awful hard on her.
Finding out what
kind of a man he was.
Can't you spare
her that?
Well, Linda got off
easy, Doc.
Think of the trouble
she'd have been in
if she'd have married
a man like that.
But none of this is gonna
do her any good at all
unless I can send her home
a whole lot smarter
than she was
when she came.
Yeah.
That's what
I got to do.
Come on, Linda.
I'll walk you back
to Dodge House.