Confederate Money

Down Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. Mmm, smoke, starring William Conrad, the story of the violence that moved West with young America, the story of a man who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States Marshall.

Bar-kick! Bar-kick! Get down here! His name is Sam, mister. That's all. What's your name?

Neil Butler. Ain't you pretty young to be drinking so much hard lek-a-neal? Nineteen. But I've been around Dodge, wondering you have. Kinda sassy for a kid, ain't ya? Man enough to ride for fate-ender. Fate-ender?

You never heard of him? Maybe I had. Anybody that's ever been near a Longhorn steer has heard of fate-ender. Sure. He's a hard man to work for, though. How's that? Well, he eats one meal a day and don't drink or smoke.

So he has a big advantage over the likes of me and you. Does he pay regular for a job mister? It ain't mister. It's Lee Shen. Okay, Shen. And I'm looking for a drink, not a job.

Sam! Hey, Sam! Yeah, but enough, me and... You ain't my nurse, maid. Buying a drink for me and Lee Shen here. I've been yelling for one long enough. Sometimes I'm hard of hearing. You know I've seen barkeeps with their heads all busted open.

Gin, huh? And where would you have seen that, Gin? Texas, maybe. What, you ain't in Texas now? Lay off of him, Sam. He's newer on here. That's them drinks. I just don't believe I will.

Now, looky here. You don't blow much waiter on here, do you, Neil? He's had enough, Gin. Shinn and don't you egg them on you get that care of himself of course I can Sam You give me a drink or by heaven. I'll bore hole in you take it easy kid You don't think I will well, huh? Well, you better not try I'll try