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Matt, hey Matt.
Hello Doc, giddy?
Hello Matt.
How do you like my new buggy, Matt?
Hey, that's a nice rig.
Nice, it's a beauty.
That sure is.
Doc took me for a drive up the Arcandus away and this buggy rides about as easy as anything
I was ever in.
That's okay for summer.
What do you mean for summer?
You can't drive that thing around in the snow, can you, Doc?
You wouldn't even get out of Dodge.
I don't know why we stopped to talk to him at all, giddy.
Besides, I thought you were supposed to have left town, Matt.
I'm leaving right now, Doc.
Where are you going?
Chester and I are riding over to El Cader.
What for?
The word came in that Kerry Post is holed up over there.
Kerry Post?
I never even heard of him.
Now he's a killer from the Dakota Territory.
El Cader's as far south as he's ever been.
I don't know him either, giddy, all I've got is this picture on a wanted poster.
Yeah, I was in El Cader once, Matt.
It's a nice little town.
Yeah, so I've heard.
Well, at least if you've never been there, nobody knows you.
You see?
And you can ride in free and easy.
Well, that ought to help, sir.
It will, giddy.
A lot.
Well, good luck, Matt.
Thanks, giddy.
I'll see you both when I get back.
I swear, Mr. Dillon, this El Cader's duster and dodgy as.
I can't hardly see to breathe.
You can't what?
I can't do nothing but buy a glass of beer.
Well, then let's try the saloon here.
Looks like it's a good a place, isn't it?
To get acquainted.
I don't need no persuasion.
What do you have, gentlemen?
You got some beer?
Of course we have.
Make it two, bartender.
Okay.
Uh-oh, looks like we're going to have company, Mr. Dillon.
What?
You fellas are strangers here, ain't you?
Yeah, yeah, we are.
That's right, it's not.
Grimes is my name, Cicero Grimes.
Now, I ain't asking yours.
Don't get me wrong.
We got nothing to hide.
My name is Dillon.
This is Chester Proudfoot.
I do.
Welcome to El Cader, gentlemen.
I'll tell you something else.
You buy me a beer and I won't ask no questions.
But I'll talk to you, providing you're honest.
Of course, I won't talk no crook.
Well, we're pretty honest, Grimes.
Cicero will do.
Okay.
Bartender, make that three beers.
Okay.
I thank you, Dillon.
And you too, Mr. Chester.
El Cader, pretty lively town, Cicero?
Yeah.
Twas and taint.
What?
Yeah, twas lively, taint no more.
Oh.
Why is that?
Joe Fye, he done it.
Come here two weeks ago and there ain't been a fight since.
All right.
Three beers.
Ah, thank you.
There you go.
Ah, tell me about this Joe Fye, Cicero.
Well, oh, oh, Joe Fye, he don't bother me, Dillon.
I'm a peaceful man.
I don't even carry a gun.
It's the Wild Ones.
Fellas like Cherry Post and such all that Joe Fye gets after.
Did you say Cherry Post?
Take it easy, Chester.
That's all right.
Cherry Post ain't here no more.
Joe Fye run him out of town right off.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Cicero, why does he want a Ronald Cater?
Well, it's his job, Dillon.
His job?
Sure.
Joe Fye is a United States Marshal.
He's a what?
He's a United States Marshal.
Now, what's wrong with that?
Cicero, maybe you don't know it, but there's only one United States Marshal in this whole
territory, and he's standing right...
Ah, hold it, Chester.
We're... we'll find out what's going on here some time.
Yes, sir.
Meantime, don't worry about Joe Fye.
He isn't after you.
No, he won't bother you none, Chester.
But Dillon here, that's different.
What do you mean?
Well, Dillon looks like a gunman to me.
And if there's one thing Joe Fye won't stand for around here, it's a gunman.
Yes, sir.
He's going to run Dillon out of town the first time he lays eyes on him.
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You know, Mr. John, I don't like El Cater no better than I did on the first road in.
Well, it's North San Francisco, that's for sure.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Hello.
I don't believe I've seen you men in El Cater before.
Well, we've never been here before.
That's probably the reason.
Staying long?
Well, we hadn't thought about it one way or the other.
You know who I am?
Marshal Fye, isn't it?
I don't like gunmen here.
I ain't no gunman.
I was thinking more of your friend than you.
You move in pretty fast, Marshal.
I mean business, gentlemen.
You make trouble here, I'll kill both of you.
What?
Many a man has died who was a little slow believing me, mister.
You've killed a lot of men, huh?
Every one that's ever crossed me.
How many's that?
I don't keep count, it don't matter.
No, I don't guess it does.
See, there's a fellow looking for pleasure.
Yeah, he sure is, isn't he?
Now, I won't tolerate that.
You gonna stop him?
If I have to kill him.
Oh, now look, you can't do that.
Wait a minute, Chester.
They must be friends of his.
They're sure shutting him up.
They told him.
You see, they're pointing over here at me.
The man didn't know.
He hasn't been to town since I took over.
He sure did calm down fast enough.
There he goes, mild as milk.
Yeah, you should thank those men for that.
They just saved his life.
It's a pretty tight town you keep, but...
And don't you forget it.
Either of you.
Good day.
Well, I'm glad you're here.
Well, a, oh, a bloated, mean hog-headed man I ever did see.
I don't know whether it's his being smart or everybody else around here being stupid,
but it's sure working.
How do you mean?
He's got them all buffaloed.
He hasn't had to fight once.
Did you see how he handled that cowboy?
He let those other men do his work for him.
And with us, he waited until he was sure that we knew about his reputation before he got
tough.
You mean you don't think he's a gunman at all?
I don't know what he is, Chester, but I got an idea of how I might find out.
How?
I'll show you.
And if I can take care of Joe Fye, then all I'll have to do is sit here and wait for Carrie
Post to ride back into town.
The first thing I did was to go to the general store and buy an old Navy pistol and a worn-out
holster and a cartridge belt.
From there, we went back to the Alamo Saloon and spent the next two hours talking to Cicero
Brimes.
This time I told him who I was, and after I explained the whole deal to him a couple
of times, he seemed willing to sit in.
Here, sir, only one thing I don't like about Marshall Dillon.
What's that?
Supposing you guessed it wrong.
Supposing Joe Fye is something of a gunman after all.
I ain't got no bullets in my gun.
Oh, don't you worry about that, Cicero.
I'll be right there.
Well, it still could go wrong.
And if it does, I'll get shot.
That's a chance you're taking to help the law, Cicero.
You don't have to do it if you don't want to.
Well, but you get paid for taking chances, Marshall.
I don't.
No, you don't.
But there's one thing.
You'll be a kind of a hero.
Say, a real motor.
Sure, and everybody will be buying you drinks from here on out, Cicero.
Or you'll be famous, like George Washington and all him fellows.
Yeah.
Say, that's getting paid kinda, ain't it?
Sure it is.
Say, Marshall, how come you picked me for this job?
There's just lots of fellows could help you out.
No, no, they're not.
You're the only man in town that's least expected to stand up to Joe Fye.
You've never even worn a gun before.
Sure ain't.
I don't believe in guns.
Yeah, but don't you see, Cicero, this way we're really gonna show him up.
Yes, sir.
I guess you're right, Marshall.
And I sure hope nothing bad happens.
I promise you I'll do everything I can, Cicero.
Having a deal like this, something can always go wrong, I guess.
I won't try to fool you about that.
You know, that's what I like about you, Marshall.
You don't try to hide nothing from me.
You all set then?
Yeah, I guess so.
I mean, I sure feel funny when they share a gun on my hip.
You'll be fine, Cicero, even if it ain't loaded.
Well, let's get going.
All right, Cicero, you get out in the middle of the street.
I'll be right down.
By the way, he's quite a fellow, ain't he, Mr. Owen?
Yeah, he sure is.
I hope I'm right about this.
I'd hate to see him get hurt.
Or killed.
Okay, you get up there to that alley and do a shooting for him, Chester.
Then you come on back before anybody sees you.
Yes, sir.
Get me a pie, Joe Pie.
Come on out and play, Marshall.
Come on.
Where are you, Pie?
Come on.
Get out there.
Come on.
All right, that's enough shooting, Chester.
Come on back.
Joe Pie's coming, Miss Dillon, right across the street.
Yeah.
All right, what's going on here?
What's the matter with you, Cicero?
There ain't nothing to matter with me, Marshall Pie.
What are you doing with that gun?
Now take it off.
You didn't know about me, did you?
I'm a deadly gunman.
You must be drunk talking like that.
Yeah, it'd be better for you if I was drunk, but I ain't.
I always do my gun fight and flunks over.
Have you gone crazy?
I'll tell you something, Joe Pie.
The reason I spend so much time in the saloon there is to forget all about the men I killed.
But sometimes I can't forget.
And then I put my gun on and go out and I kill me another one.
Oh, Cicero, it ain't making much sense, Mr. Dillon.
You're lying.
And you're drunk and you're lying.
No, am I?
Now you get your hand away from that gun, Cicero.
I'm warning you.
Yeah, I can't shoot you without pulling my gun out, can I?
You're not going to shoot anybody, especially me.
Sure I am.
I just told you, didn't I?
I got to do it for you.
I'm sorry for you, but I got to do it.
I've had enough of this.
Cicero, you get your hands up before I kill you.
No, no, you don't.
No, you don't.
Stay with me.
Now, I never saw a man so anxious to die.
Now, you do as I say.
No, no, I won't do nothing you say.
You can't hurt me.
You don't know it, but you can't hurt me at all.
I can kill you.
Yeah, go ahead, try it.
Go on, go on, draw, go on.
Go ahead.
There's no man in the world can beat me and you know it.
I don't know it.
I ain't never seen you shoot.
Nobody has.
But you're just about to see me.
Well, the last time, you take your hands off that gun.
Yeah, watch me, Fy, watch me, watch me now, watch me.
I'm just about to draw.
Watch me.
I'm about to draw, everybody.
Go on, shoot him, Cicero, get it over with.
Okay, I will, I will, I'm gonna do it.
I'm gonna do it, I'm gonna do it right now.
Don't, don't pull that gun.
Don't, Cicero.
No, wait a minute, I'll make it easy for you, Fy.
I'll shoot you right in the head so you won't suffer so much.
No.
Right in the nose maybe.
No, not, not, don't.
Now look, look, look, Fy, Fy.
Look, now I got you covered.
Why, you didn't even try to draw.
Don't you kill me.
Please don't kill me.
Now, now don't shoot, Cicero, don't shoot me.
I wouldn't draw on you.
I was only fooling.
Sure, you was only fooling.
But you're all through fooling out, Joe Fy.
Please.
I'll take them guns.
Give them to me.
Come on out, everybody.
I got your line, Cicero.
Hey, fellas, looky here.
My gun ain't even loaded, see?
You're all through, Joe Fy.
Go find your horse and ride him out of town.
You ain't no U.S. Marshal anyways.
You've been lying the whole time.
Now go on, get going.
You wait here, Cheney.
I'll be right back.
Five.
Wait a minute, Fy.
I'd like to talk to you a minute.
Leave me alone.
I only want to ask you a couple of questions, then you can go.
Ask me what?
About this U.S. Marshal business, is that your idea?
Look, all my life I wanted to be a lawman.
Oh?
Why?
I don't know.
Maybe so everybody'd sort of look up to me.
Well, if you wanted to be a lawman, why didn't you go be one somewhere?
Why did you have to come here and lie about it?
You don't understand.
I couldn't be a lawman, not a real one.
Why not?
Well, you saw what happened with Cicero Grimes.
I'm a coward, mister.
That's what I am.
Coward.
I always have been.
I couldn't be a marshal, not for long.
That takes somebody.
With somebody like you, maybe you could be a marshal.
Maybe.
But you're saying that the only reason you came here and told everybody you were the
law was just a kind of a game you were playing, sort of like a kid.
Like a kid?
I guess you're right.
I thought maybe you had some other reason for wanting to run this town.
No.
No, I'm not a crook, mister.
I never did anything bad.
I believe you.
I want to go now.
I want to get out of this place.
Okay.
But there's just one thing.
What?
You go on wearing guns and somebody's gonna kill you, sure.
I never wore a gun in my life until I came to El Cater.
Always wanted to, but I just never dared.
It was kind of fun while it lasted.
Yeah.
So long, Fy.
So long, mister.
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Mr. John?
Yeah, what, Chester?
We been here in El Cater most a week and that Carrie Post ain't showed up yet.
How do you know he ain't gone back to Dakota territory?
Maybe the word about Joe Fy hasn't got to him yet.
But I can't wait much longer.
Morning, Marshal.
It's Dylan, sister.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I just keep forgetting.
How are you, Sister?
Oh, fat as a fall hog.
You fellas are sure right.
Everybody, even strangers, been doing nothing but buy me drinks and listening to my story.
But don't you worry, Marshal.
I mean, Dylan, I'm real careful about what I tell him.
You're doing fine.
Say, you know something else?
The bartender at the Alamo has hung that old Navy pistol I used over the bar.
I guess it's kind of famous already.
Well, it ought to be.
It made the whole town of El Cater ashamed of itself for getting took in, so.
That's what the bartender says.
That's why he put it up there, to make him remember, I guess.
My goodness, that fellow coming sure is raising a lot of dust.
What's he in such a hurry for?
Oh, why, that, that...
Marshal.
Yeah, I see it, Sister.
What is it, Mr. Dylan?
It's a scary post, Chester.
You two stay out of the way now.
What do you want me to eat?
I'm going to stay here and watch this.
Sit right here, Sister.
What you mean, Dylan?
Don't fall out.
Hello, Post.
I don't know you.
You've been a long time getting back to town.
What are you talking about?
Joe Fye left a week ago.
He had your buffalo, didn't he?
No, I'll look here and...
Shut up.
This may upset you some, Post, but I'm a real Marshal.
What?
Matt Dillon from Dodge.
I've been waiting for you.
No.
And I'm taking you back with me, Post.
What for?
I've never even seen you before now.
You wanted for murder in Dakota territory, and you know something else?
I don't expect one bit of trouble out of you.
No, Marshal.
I'm taking your gun, Post, easy.
Just like this.
Sure, sure, sure, Marshal.
I wouldn't make no trouble.
I won't take it.
I got it.
Now you get back on your horse.
We're leaving for Dodge.
Yeah.
Yeah, sure, sure.
I declare, Mr. Dillon, that was the easiest thing I ever seen.
How'd you know he wouldn't fight?
Post is nothing but a murderer, Chester.
He's not a fighter.
Well, you got him.
And you got Joe Fye, too.
Him pretending to be a Marshal.
It sure was worth it coming up here.
I don't know, Chester.
Joe Fye ran this town pretty well.
But now the lead's off.
It's too bad I couldn't have left him alone.
He was doing fine.
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This is CBS News in Washington, Paul Niven reporting, the world tonight.
The coming to power of Władysław Gomułka as Communist Party boss in Poland in 1956 was
a bold innovation in post-war Eastern Europe.
Gomułka ended some of the harsh repression of the Stalinist years, permitted a modicum
of political ferment and discussion, and most importantly perhaps negotiated a truce with
the Roman Catholic Church and its Polish prelate, Cardinal Wyszynski.
In recent months, that truce has been disintegrating, and this weekend may be recorded as the time
of its final collapse.
In a speech yesterday, Gomułka accused the Church of deliberately seeking martyrdom and
trying to provoke persecution.
He implied that the Vatican was putting the Polish Catholic hierarchy in a difficult situation.
Today, the Cardinal replied, in a Sunday morning sermon, Wyszynski said boldly, I tell you,
Caesar, that you will bow to your God and that you will serve only Him and no one else.
Satan is mighty, but man will not bow his head before Him.
In the Congo today, there was a rare display of cooperation.
And now, that story.
Congolese soldiers of the Communist-backed Andhwan Gazanga regime today got together
with UN forces for an unusual joint project.
It's a military mopping-up operation against the so-called Leopard Men, the cannibals who
have been terrorizing whites in the Arctic Kivu province.
150 UN Malayan troops and 50 of Gazanga's Congolese soldiers organized at Kindu for
a 200-mile drive against the terrorists.
Meanwhile, there were reports of cautious moves toward a political rapprochement between
Gazanga and President Joseph Kasevubu.
Secret fillers are said to have been carried by businessmen and travelers passing unobtrusively
between Leopoldville and Stanlyville.
In Paris tonight, a CBS News correspondent on brief leave from the Congo takes a long
and rather optimistic look at the situation there.
Blaine Lattell reports.
This reporter has spent a good part of the day staring down at the keyboard of his typewriter
and hoping to complete, in 25 words or less, the sentence which begins, I think the Congo
problem can be solved because... The sentence remains unfinished.
Perhaps it should start, I don't think the Congo problem can be solved because... But
this sentence doesn't seem to lead anywhere either, and a strong compulsion develops to
give up the whole exercise to forget the Congo and spend the rest of the day strolling down
the streets and boulevards of this beautiful springtime city.
Perhaps this would really be the best solution because we in the West, and perhaps those
in the East too, seem to be in too great a hurry over the Congo.
We want a solution.
History is moving fast, we say, and history demands a conclusive end to this problem.
Either that or we say the Congolese are incapable of solving their problems and therefore we,
meaning the United Nations, must solve their problems for them.
In the short time since last July when the Congo became independent, the Congo tried
to solve its own problems and failed, and the United Nations tried to solve the Congo's
problems and failed too.
What this reporter would like to suggest now is that history not judge the Congo too quickly,
or that if we must make a judgment that we judge the Congo and what has happened there
by Congolese standards and not our own.
And by Congolese standards things are not going so badly, not so badly at all.
As a matter of fact, by Congolese standards things are going quite well indeed.
Mr. Lumumba is dead.
The manner of his death shocked and convulsed the outside world.
But in the Congo his murder was accepted as normal, and his departure from the scene removed
the one major roadblock to an eventual solution of the Congo's problems.
Now the leaders of the Congo, or the vast majority of them, have concluded what they feel is
the most successful conference they have ever conducted, the so-called summit meeting in
Madagascar, at which they decided to bury, along with Mr. Lumumba, his idea of a strong,
centralized government for the Congo and substitute a loose confederation of states.
Unworkable, we may say, too many governments, potential anarchy, Balkanization.
But to the Congolese it is the only way.
Their new government is built on the solid foundations of tribal loyalties.
Each leader of any importance gets his share of the Congo, his rich and big or small and
impoverished piece of geography.
But it is his, and it is more than he would have received under any other plan.
And there you have it, the slow beginning.
We may not be happy, but the Congolese are.
And what is more, they have done this themselves, and now they are proud.
And little by little, changes will take place.
Tribalism will begin to disintegrate, and then perhaps the time will come for still
another form of government.
But the pace in the Congo is slow, and we must try to keep in step.
Any attempt to set the pace ourselves, to quicken the step, would, in the opinion of
this reporter, only lead back to confusion, chaos, and death.
And the Congo, in its very brief history of independence, has had enough of these.
This is CBS News in Paris.
Another story from Paris, the arrival of a new American ambassador, covered by CBS News
correspondent David Schombren.
General James Gavin, hero of the U.S. paratroop drop at Bastogne in World War II, the youngest
general in the U.S. Army at the time, in his mid-30s, has returned to Europe today, still
young and vigorous at 50, to begin a new career and a new kind of life as ambassador to France,
one of the major and most difficult diplomatic assignments in the foreign service of the
United States.
France is one of our oldest allies.
It is the only major nation in the world that never fought a war, hot or cold, against the
United States.
That has always been on our side in every major battle that we fought, but that, nevertheless,
is frequently in conflict with us politically.
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