All language subtitles for Gunsmoke S01E29 - 029 - Docs Revenge.eng

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Gunsmoke...

starring James Arness
as Matt Dillon.

Some of these Boot Hill men
lie here

with nothing but a saddle
blanket for a coffin,

and some of them, who are
real poor, without even that.

But they all died
the same way:

hard and fast,
and hating something.

It's the hate a man carries
that destroys him.

It's not the bullets.

Hate can twist and sicken him
till he's no good to anybody,

including himself.

And that's a bad thing
to watch,

especially when it's
an old friend.

Nope, I sure didn't hire on
for that.

Matt Dillon, U.S. marshal.

Oh. Howdy, Doc.

Hello, Chester.

You goin' out, huh?
On a sick call?

I don't usually carry my bag

when I'm going down
to the saloon for a beer.

No, sure.

You got something
on your mind?

No, no, I just thought
I'd stop by.

Just wanted to say hello.

Yeah, that's all.

Why don't you walk over
to the livery stable with me?

I got to go out
to Jake Morrison's place.

His boy's got the ague.

Oh, ain't that a shame.

Seems like everybody's getting
the ague these days. Yeah.

I had a touch myself,
last month.

You did?
Yeah.

Of course, Dr. Leasterly's
Fever and Ague Killer

fixed me up fine.

It did, huh?
Y-

Or some folks swear
by Skood's Calagog.

Hm?

Others like just plain old
sulfur and molasses

and a little hot ginger tea.

Heh.
Yeah.

You generally subscribe quinine,
don't you, Doc?

Yes. Yes, I do.

Uh, how's your lumbago,
Chester?

Oh, it's fine.
Lumbago's fine.

That, uh, August Flowers Bitters
fixed you up, did it?

Well, no, Doc.
I got some new stuff.

Some, uh,

"Curtis's Original
Mamluk Liniment."

You see hear?
It's a "garden tea

"to cure cramps,
pains in the joints,

"sore throat, frostbite,

"reptile bite, mange,

salt rheum, dysentery
diarrhea, and choll-era."

That's "cholera."

Oh.

A whole medical arsenal

wrapped up in
that one little bottle, huh?

Heh. Yeah.
And it's doin' you good?

Oh, it is, Doc.
Do you feel fine?

Oh, yeah.

Well, you look terrible.

Uh, then- Oh, well, Doc,
to tell you the truth, I-

I did kind of wake up with
a kind of a grabbing down here

this morning.
Oh, pain?

Yeah. It kind of feels like

somebody stuck
a butcher knife in there

and just turned the handle
on me.

Well, so you thought
you'd come to my office

and get a little free advice,
huh?

Well, I...

Well, I'll give you
some advice, Chester.

Oh.
I'll give you some free advice.

Stop puttin' all that salt pork
in your stomach

and those dried beans, and get
some fresh greens in there.

That's what you need.
And stay out of saloons.

It don't hurt that bad.

And what's more important,
throw all that stuff away.

Throw it away.
Or better still,

use it to put on your boots.

It's fine for toughenin' up
leather.

What's the matter?

What is it, Doc?
You know them fellas?

Doc.

You look like you're looking
at a ghost. What is it?

Where you goin'?

Doc, where you goin'?

I'm gonna kill a man.

Doc, what are you gonna do
with that?

Doc, that-

That old.36 Colt ain't nothin'
to play around with.

That can blow a hole
clean through a man.

Doc.
Doc, are you gonna tell me

what you're fixin' to do
with that?

Doc, you don't wanna do
nothin' foolish, now.

Doc.

Doc, you're gonna
get yourself in trouble.

Mr. Dillon!

Mr. Dillon.

What is it, Chester?

You better hurry.
Maybe you can stop him.

Stop who?
Doc.

He looks he's gonna kill
somebody.

Doc?
Yes, sir.

He's got his.36 Colt,

and he's marchin' up
Front Street

lookin' for somebody.

I-I tried my best
to stop him, Mr. Dillon,

but he wouldn't listen to me.

You should have seen the look
on his face, Mr. Dillon.

He- He means business.

I never seen Doc like this
before.

Well, who's he after?

Well, I don't know.

Do you know
what it's all about?

No, sir. But it ain't no joke
to face that.36 Colt,

even if it is an old ball
of percussion.

Marshal! Marshal!

Doc's in there.

And if you don't come outside,

I'm gonna kill you
right where you stand.

No.

I told you.
I won't fight you.

That's up to you, Clem,

but I'm gonna kill ya whether
you defend yourself or not.

Doc.

Matt, stay out of this.

It happens to be my business

when one man threatens another
man in this town, Doc.

Especially when the other man
won't even defend himself.

That'd be murder, Doc.

I've thought of that,

and I'm gonna kill him.

Why?

I got reasons.

You won't tell me?

No, sir.

What about you?

I could say I don't know.

I could say
I don't even know 'em,

that I'm just a stranger
riding through town.

But I know.

You mean, he's got good reasons?

I guess he thinks so.

Do you?

Not many men would answer yes
to that, would they, marshal?

But you won't defend yourself.

I won't draw on him, no.

If he's gonna shoot me,
he'll have to answer for it.

I'm not a fightin' man, marshal,
I'm a miner.

Me and my partners here
were just riding through.

We don't want any trouble.

He's telling the truth,
marshal.

We made our strike
in Arizona territory.

We're headed back
to St. Louis.

We was mindin' our own business,
having a quiet drink,

when this madman roars in here
and jumps Clem.

Clem.

Clem Maddow.

This my brother, George,

and our partner, Ben Bartlett.

We don't want no trouble,
marshal.

But we can sure handle it
if it comes.

You men get back to your drinks.

Doc.

I'm gonna kill him, Matt.
You can't stop me.

Oh, I can't, huh?
No.

You're taking an awful lot
for granted, Doc.

Maybe you think
I won't throw you in jail

for threatening murder.

Maybe you think because
you're the town's only doctor,

you can get away with anything.

Matthew-

Listen to me.
You're forgetting a few things.

Your position in this town

means that you ought to be
setting an example

instead of running around
acting like some crazy gun hand.

And what's more important,

you have a responsibility.

Some other man's life may be his
own to go out and throw away,

but yours belongs
to this whole town, Doc.

Too many lives depend on you.

Now, you calm down. You go back
and put that gun away.

You sure told him off.

You shut up.

Huh?

I don't know anything about you,
Maddow.

Maybe you're
what you say you are,

just an innocent miner
passing through town.

But if Doc doesn't like you,
that's good enough for me.

Now, you get out of Dodge
and stay out.

Why should we?
We got a right to be here?

And you take
this partner of yours with you.

I don't like him.

All right, marshal.
I understand.

We're gonna ride on tomorrow
anyway.

But we'll move on tonight

as soon as we stock up
on some grub.

All right.

You get your things and move on.

Marshal.

Thanks.

Where did he go, Chester?

Well, probably back
to his office like you told him.

Oh, Mr. Dillon,
the look on his face-

Yeah, I know.
I know.

Well, you had to do it.

Yeah.

You better get back
to the office.

Yes, sir.

I won't be long.

Well...

Doc?

Doc.

Did you find him?

No, he didn't show up
at Delmonico's for his supper.

It's way past his usual time.

Well, I've been watching
his office,

and his light
didn't come on yet.

Of course, he could be up there
in the dark.

No.

You don't think that maybe
he might have left town?

Run away?

'Cause of what I told him?

Not Doc.

He's too bull-headed.

Most likely,
he's out there somewhere

with that old Colt.36,

looking for Maddow.

Well, I'm afraid you're right,
Mr. Dillon. It...

Doggone it, I don't know what
this town would do without Doc.

He-

He can be awful irritating
and all, but he...

Yeah.

Now, that Clem Maddow.

He didn't seem
like such a bad fella.

No, he didn't.

Him or his brother.

I'd sooner believe bad about
that partner of theirs,

that Bartlett.

He looked like he could be
a hard case without half-trying.

Yeah, maybe, Chester.

Why wouldn't Maddow
defend hisself?

Well, it wasn't 'cause
he was afraid to, Chester.

No. Seemed like he just
didn't wanna fight Doc.

Didn't seem mad at all.
Just kind of sad.

Maybe he's a man with
a guilty conscience, Chester.

Well, that could be.

Marshal.

Marshal!

All right, everybody.
Get back out of the way, here.

It's Clem.
I think he's dying.

Shot in the back.

Yeah.
Oh, it's awful.

He said he'd kill him.
Now he's gone and done it.

Did you see who did it?

No, I was in the store.

But George was here
and got hit in the head.

You know who it was?

I ain't sure.

I was loading a packhorse.

Had my back turned.
I heard a shot.

Then, when I turned around,
he hit me.

I ain't sure, marshal.

It must have been him.

Anybody else around here
see it?

There ain't much doubt,
is there?

Who else would have a reason?

Besides, everybody in town
heard him threaten to kill Clem.

Just because a man's a doctor
don't give him the right

to go around murdering people.

He's not dead yet, Bartlett.

So the important thing now is to
try and save his life, isn't it?

So maybe you better just shut up
and give us a hand with him.

Where will we take him,
Mr. Dillon?

There's only one place, Chester.

Hey, marshal, it's him.

Where you been, Doc?

Well, I was down at the stable.
I heard a shot.

It's Maddow.
He's been shot in the back.

As if he didn't know.

Now, look, Doc.

I can understand you shootin'
a man if you had a reason.

But...

not in the back.

Marshal, ain't you gonna do
anything about him?

Now look, this partner of yours
may be bleeding to death,

and he's gonna die
if he doesn't get attention.

And this is the only doctor
in town.

Well, Doc?

Gonna let him die?

Bring him up to the office.

All right. You boys
get his hands, will ya?

Now, lift him easy.

Careful. Careful.

All right.

How's your head?

My head's all right.

It's Clem I'm worried about.

That doctor tried
to kill him once,

there ain't no reason
he wouldn't finish him off now.

Marshal says he's the only one
around here.

That right?

Yeah. He's the only one
for 30 miles.

I still say we ought
to get him out of here.

We could carry him that far.

Ben, you know he never would
make it.

Where you going?

Check the horses.
What for?

There's a lot of money sitting
down there in them saddlebags.

Yeah, well,
maybe I better go with you.

What's the matter?
Don't you trust me?

I'm gettin' so I don't trust
nobody around here anymore.

Is he gonna pull through?

I don't know.

I've done all I can.

Well, good.

Then you won't have anything
on your conscience, anyway.

Well, you didn't have
to stand here and watch me.

I know I didn't.

That's not why I came, Doc.

I wanted this.
Why?

'Cause I know
you didn't shoot him, Doc,

but I had to be able
to prove it.

How'd you know?

'Cause he was shot in the back.

I tried to tell you that
out there,

but you didn't seem
to understand.

Well, thanks, Matt, but that's
not very much proof for a court.

No, but this is.

This.45 caliber bullet
couldn't very well have come

from your old Colt.36, now,
could it?

No, it couldn't, but...

Well, who did shoot him?

I'm the only one in town
that had any reason to.

I'm the only one in town
that even knew him.

Except his partners.

A man could fatten his take
in a mining strike

by shootin' one of his partners
in the back, Doc.

Let's try something.

How is he, marshal?

I think he's gonna be
all right.

He ain't gonna die?

That's mighty fine.

Yeah, we were plenty worried.
What with him operating and all.

You didn't have to worry.

He's a doctor
above everything else.

He's a good one too.

Besides...

this bullet,

it didn't come from Doc's gun.

Well, who did shoot him?

Don't you know?

Don't either of you know?

What do you mean?

You're talking crazy.
Am I?

Just keep your hand
away from that gun, Bartlett.

You think I shot him, don't you?

Well, I didn't. I was in that
store when that shot was fired.

You can ask the storekeep.
I did ask him.

What did he say?

He said he thought
you were there.

He couldn't be sure,
but he thought so.

He didn't say where you were.

Why, you must be
out of your mind.

You think I'd shoot
my own brother,

hit myself over the head?

Maybe.

Oh, could I?

Ben, I'm asking you.
My own brother.

Maybe.

No, you don't think I could.

You know I didn't.

Because you did it, Ben.

Just stay right there.

You can't prove a thing,
marshal.

Now, I'm leaving here,

and nobody better follow me.

Drop it.

Did you ever see what one of
these things will do to a man?

Drop it!

Hey, you took a chance, Doc.
No.

Anybody who'd shoot
his own brother in the back

is too much of a coward
to fight anybody face to face.

Just try me.

Why, you...

Ain't no law says a man
got to love his brother.

All right, you get.

Chester.
Yes, sir.

Pulse is better.

Color's better too.

Funny thing.

What, Doc?

I don't hate him anymore.

I'm glad to hear that.

Well, it was what you said
in the bar

that made me come to my senses.

Yeah. You know, I looked
all over for you afterwards.

You gave me kind of a scare
when I couldn't find you.

Well, I remembered I had to go
out to Jake Morrison's house.

His boy had the ague.

Doc?

Uh, yes, Clem?

You take it easy, now.
You're gonna be all right.

Doc?

I wanted to tell you.

I loved her.

I would've come back

if I could.

I didn't turn out to be much.

Ellen deserved better.

I guess I never even
thought of that.

You get some sleep now, Clem.

Things are gonna look better
tomorrow.

For both of us.

Who was Ellen, Doc?

Doesn't matter now, Matt.
It's not important.

Well, it must have been
important.

Who was she?

Well, I never did talk about it
before. Never did.

But I don't mind telling you.

Happened a long time ago.

I was in love with Ellen.

She loved him.

He went away
and never did come back.

Their baby died at birth.
It shamed her.

Broke her heart.

She died soon after that.

I carried a hate in my heart
for him all these years.

Well, that's just not good
for a man.

No.

No, it isn't.

I'm sorry, Doc.

It's passed, Matt.

It's forgotten.

Sure.

Well...

good night, Doc.

Good night, Matt.

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