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Gunsmoke, starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

I don't ever do that when I'm sleeping.

I'll get on you like a glowing ape.

Oh, remember that.

Next time, I'll just throw a bucket of water on you.

I don't know what it is. A man's friend's got to get him getting a little

peace and right. Well, ain't you supposed to be looking after things

while the marshal's out of town? What in the tarnations? It look like I'm doing.

Well, then, what are you supposed to do in case there's trouble down at the Long

Branch? The Long Branch? What?

Miss Kitty.

Why didn't you say that?

Seen no busted arms on you.

Couldn't you handle it? How many times have I been told to stay clear of any

ruckus? Let the experts handle it. What's wrong down there?

Well, there's a half a dozen trailhands down there and a couple of them are

getting kind of ugly. Well, come on.

Where's old Rukus at?

What Rukus?

All them raunchy cowboys are supposed to be a-faunching and a-bellying around

here. Where are they?

Yeah, the one who said he was the trail boss. You know, the one who was causing

you all that trouble.

Well, they left. It wasn't any worry.

It was kind of worrisome when I left here a few minutes ago.

Oh. Thad, when I can't handle a few little bad boys, then I'm going to close

up for good.

How about you two having a nightcap with me?

Well, maybe I think I've already had enough.

Much obliged, Miss Kitty, but with Matthew out of town and folks that have

a nervous fit.

Are you the same Festus Haggin that I know?

Yes, Mom, but I just ain't in a drinking mood.

Much obliged.

Sam,

you're tired. Why don't you just leave all that till in the morning?

Well, thanks, Miss Kitty. I'll just take this case of empties to the cellar and

then I'll lock up.

Fine.

Sorry, I woke you up for nothing. You only done what you figured, but... What

was that?

Miss Kitty's room.

What's wrong?

Miss Kitty!

Miss Kitty, it's me!

Fast, Miss! You all right?

Miss Kitty.

You're all right, Miss Kitty.

She's dead, Miss Kitty.

Don't you cry. It's all over now.

Don't cry.

It's all over, Miss Kitty.

I've been looking every place for you. Well, it wasn't there.

Where? Every place. Smart, Andy.

Where you been?

Well, it's none of your business.

But the truth is, I've been out trying to make a living this morning because

there are some folks who never think about paying their doctor bills.

Wait just a minute.

You talking about me? If the shoe fits.

It's been three weeks since I took care of that bullet wound in your arm and I

haven't seen a nickel.

You old scutter, you told me right up yonder in your office that you wasn't

going to charge me nothing because it was dead in the line of duty.

Did I say that?

You sure did.

Must have been delirious. You wasn't either because I'd just seen Miss Kitty

and she said you didn't charge her nothing for doctoring her.

Kitty's different.

How?

Matthew!

Raid agent!

Yes, sir.

You got a shipment there for Judge Calvin Strong.

Came in the day before yesterday.

Bring it out.

It's too heavy and I ain't got no help.

Yeah.

Mr. Strome.

Judge Strome.

Judge, you're not going to leave this here.

We'll be back.

The whiskey, please. Bring the bottle.

Is

that the one?

That's the one.

Kitty Russell's her name.

The one on the end is a brother to the man Festus killed.

And how long have they been here?

They just came in.

Did I tell you right about it, Paul?

All I had to see was the color of her hair.

If your brother was going to be shot dead in a woman's room, it'd be that

guy.

Looks like they recognize Cal.

I've seen all I have to.

That's him.

The one with the marshal.

Marshal?

This fella a friend of yours?

That's right.

Just about as I figured.

Honey-looking bunch, ain't they?

Well, his boy is buried here.

I guess he's got it right to put a headstone on his grave.

As long as he don't try to put one on mine.

Well, now, that's kind of hard to say.

Festus don't have no regular job, if that's what you mean.

Well, then how did he live?

Well, he...

He does odd jobs, time to time.

He still manages to have enough money in his jeans to buy drinks over at the Long

Brush.

Well, now, just a minute.

Some of them drinks he gets for free.

From that lady's loankeeper?

Well, she ain't the only one.

It's all I want to know.

Water's hot, mister.

Morning, Tim.

Thad.

Gonna be quite a wait, Thad.

There's two more ahead of you.

Well, they'll be right back.

Don't hurry on my account.

This is the first chance I've had to sit down all day.

Jim, why don't you introduce me to the young man?

Yeah, sure.

Thad.

This here is Judge Strom.

Pleased to meet you, sir. Likewise, boy. Likewise.

The judge has come all this way to find out why Festus... Jim, Jim, come on,

come on. Get along with it, will you? You haven't got all day.

Yeah, sure, Judge, sure.

Oh, uh, Jim was just about to say that we were discussing Mr.

Festus Haggin.

He must be quite a character.

Jim was saying he doesn't seem to have any visible means of support, yet he

always does happen to make ends meet somehow.

Well, Festus is kind of shifty.

But I tell you, there ain't a trick in the book that he don't know about.

Right, Jim?

Thad, maybe you shouldn't talk so much. What do you say is the kind of man might

be interested in a somewhat risky operation, as if there's a dollar or two

in it for him?

Well, I've never known Festus to be afraid of a risk, if that's what you

mean. That's exactly what I mean.

Sounds to me like just the kind of man I'm looking for.

Tell me, Zod, how'd you rate him with a gun?

A gun?

He's good enough, I guess.

Good enough?

Seems to me I heard he was just about the fastest gun in these parts.

Well, now, I don't know about that.

But I'll tell you one thing for sure.

He ain't the slowest.

That just about answers my question.

Got him right here, Pop.

All right, good boy, Cal. Take him on back into the bath, will you? I'll be

with you in a minute.

stand there. Come on.

Get on with it.

I've got things to do.

Sure, Judge.

How's it look to you, Judge?

You sure this is the right grave, Kev?

Wouldn't be likely to make a mistake about that.

Never forget bring a rick up here.

It's a day about like this was.

Just me and a couple of our drovers.

Nobody from that town.

Nobody.

The preaching, that was it.

Folks from back there didn't have the face to come and pay their respects.

Been different where we come from.

Even a no-good horse thief is entitled to respect when he's dead.

Well, this ain't our territory, son.

No go expecting any wide country manners from these folks.

Model, we're through here.

I'd say we'd done just about everything we can out here to make sure that

Richard Strom would never be forgotten in these parts.

Let's get back to town and finish the job.

I've saw folks having more fun in this at the wake with a heap less people.

It's kind of creepy.

I mean, there's some folks here I haven't seen in months.

Well, there's not a theater within 200 miles of here.

There's just high drama. They came to see the show.

Swargelic.

Maybe they're not coming at all, Festus.

Maybe they put that headstone on the grave and just rode on out.

So I wish I could believe that.

The Marshal must have figured they'd be here, or he wouldn't have told me to

tell them when they arrived.

If they're looking for me, they know where I'm at.

Well, now, there's an attitude that's calculated to bring peace and

tranquility to the whole Long Branch saloon.

What do you expect me to do?

Go skittering off to the hills with my tail betwixt my legs?

Sorry, Festus.

for getting in this mess.

Just didn't know who he was.

What are you sorry about? You told the truth.

He hasn't got any visible means of support.

Doc, this isn't a joking matter.

You haven't seen the Stroms.

Well, yes, I have.

I saw them.

Well, I'm just not going to sit here all night.

I'm going to go get a drink.

Rick was my oldest boy.

First born.

He was kind of special with all of us.

Your boy was kind of special around here, too, Judge.

If you're interested in hearing the truth of it.

That's exactly what I want to know.

But I already found the truth.

However, since you're the man that killed him, I'd be... I'd be interested

in hearing your story of it.

Fact is, we've... Come a long way to here.

Glad to oblige you, Judge.

There's a few things I want to tell you about the two days them young'uns of

yours was in town.

I'm listening.

Now, they didn't get into town with the first trail heard that ever hit Dodge,

you know.

Fact is, we're used to cowboys letting off a little meanness that they couldn't

take out on some mossy-horned old steer.

Let me tell you this.

Them two cubs of yourn was triple distilled, Henri.

The worst I have ever saw.

If Matt had been here, he would have thrown them out of town the first day.

Matt.

The Marshal.

I heard you the first time, lady.

Why don't we just stick to the issues, Judge?

That's just what we're doing.

Doctor.

Nice, neat little package you have here.

When your young friend comes back with the Marshal, we'll tie it all up with a

pretty blue ribbon.

Let me ask you a question, mister.

Down yonder where the Stroms are so high and mighty, even down there, you reckon

it'd be all right if one of your boys was to hide in a lady's bedroom and gag

her with a towel and then beat her head, putting her off?

Would anybody down yonder dare say that was a poor way to act, even for a Strom?

One other thing.

When a Strom shoots a man, does that man give a chance to shoot

back, or is he supposed to just turn around and job his fingers in his ears

and hope your aim's bad?

Anything else, Mr. Hagen?

Yeah. One more thing.

I didn't want to kill that boy, Yoram.

But if anybody ever needed killing, it was him.

Mister, I think we ought to give you a lesson in how to talk to the judge.

Well, I need educating.

Start teaching.

Hold on there.

What's going on? What's all this about?

Oh, it's very simple, Marshal.

Me and my two boys have come a long way to find out what's being done about a

certain murder in this town.

It looks to me like it's a good thing we did.

In what?

Meaning that in this place, in that woman's room, that man shot and killed

my son.

And there's a conspiracy in this town to protect the killers.

I say my son was a victim of a conspiracy between that man and that

woman.

I say he was enticed to her room, where he was supposed to be sweet-talked and

drugged and robbed.

And then when he found out about it, they killed him.

Now, that'd be a pretty foolish way for them to handle it, wouldn't it?

No.

No, not if the Marshal's a personal friend of yours and will cover up for

you.

Is that all you've got to say?

No, it isn't.

I want that man arrested for murder.

And the woman for conspiracy to commit murder.

And I'll sign the charges.

Judge, there's not going to be any arrests or any charges because there

wasn't any murder or conspiracy.

Are you the one who decides that in Dodge City?

That's right, I am.

Marshal, I'm going to see that these two stand trial for murder if it's the last

thing I ever do.

Judge, you're a long way from the panhandle and panhandle justice.

Maybe a little farther than you think.

I'd suggest that you and your boys get out of Dodge.

Before midnight, it'd be just about right.

Are you running me out of town?

That's right. I don't want to see any Stroms in Dodge again while I'm marshal

here.

You know, I wish I'd been in the Festus of those drums.

Well, Festus is a pretty hard man to push, then.

Yeah.

Missed him.

Can't get him if you can't see him.

Let's go see our Matthew.

Let me through, let me through.

Get your bag, Matthew.

Did you get him?

No. All we could do was hurry him on his way. Did you recognize him? It's too

dark. I got a good idea who it was.

Yes, I'll find it.

Get your way.

All right, get back, everybody.

Matthew's always gulking at him. Come on over to the bar and we'll have a drink.

Can you move that leg, Matt?

Yeah, little duck.

Let's get him out of here right now.

Well, Doc, what's the verdict?

You're not going to like it.

What do you mean? The leg's going to be all right, isn't it?

Yeah.

The leg's going to be fine.

But you're not going to like laying there in bed for two or three weeks if I

know you.

Two or three weeks?

That's what I said.

Then you can look forward to a few weeks on crutches, and after that, I may let

you walk around with a cane.

Well, that's something to look forward to, all right.

Well, it could have been a lot worse.

You're pretty lucky.

Hobbling around on crutches isn't my idea of being lucky.

Let me tell you something.

You get this fixed in your mind, that's a very serious wound you got there.

It's gonna heal all right. That is, providing you do exactly as I tell you

to for once in your life.

Doesn't sound like you're giving me much choice.

I'm glad to know that wound hasn't impaired your hearing any.

Suppose if you're going to keep me tied down here in bed, you better go find

Festus. I'm going to need some help around the office.

I'll do it.

Kind of nice to know you're going to be sensible.

What's the matter, Sam?

Miss Kitty, she's gone.

Is there any sign of a fight?

Not that I can tell.

I sent a girl to wake her.

When she told me Miss Kitty wasn't there, I went to see for myself.

Get Festus.

No use. Festus is gone.

Nobody's seen him since last night.

Strom.

What do you mean?

That's exactly what he wanted. He wanted me out of the way so he could get Festus

and Kitty out of here.

Well, why didn't he just get him when he got you?

He made a big point of that, Doc.

He wants Kitty and Festus to hang.

You can't get up out of there. You're gonna break that wound wide open.

Boys, get everybody you can. We'll meet down at the delivery stable in five

minutes. Thad, get my horse for me. You can't get on a horse.

You know anything else I can do?

Leave it on, Doc.

You're going right back out again.

What are you doing here?

We need a doctor. The judge said to bring you.

Well, the judge knows I keep regular office hours.

You can come up here and see me if you need me.

There's nothing wrong with the judge.

It's your friend, Festus Hagen.

What'd you do to Festus?

Well, we didn't aim to do nothing to him.

At least not until after the trial.

What trial?

He's being tried for murder.

You mean to tell me your father's setting up a kangaroo court to try

Festus?

Him and that woman.

Only it's no kangaroo court.

My father runs a regular court.

He's a regular judge.

Not in the state of Kansas.

Well, he says he can overlook that.

But he can't try a man who don't know what's going on.

Your friend gave us a little argument last night.

No, I think we better get going. I got a horse waiting for you.

Sam, don't you fellas go on ahead. I'm afraid I'm slowing you down.

Dad, I want you to take half the men. Sam, you take the rest.

Now spread out through these hills. Cover as much ground as you can.

Don't come back without them. Yes, sir.

All right, boys. Let's go.

What are you stopping for?

Because I'm kind of tired. I'd like to rest a little while.

This is a friend of yours who's needing you.

I think you'd be in more of a hurry to get to him.

Okay, now head upstream.

You stay right in the middle where it's deep.

How can you dignify what you propose to do here by calling this a court of law?

It's Judge Strom.

Well, I'm sorry.

Please remove your hat in my courtroom.

Doctor, just about any place I sit is a court of law.

Maybe in your own territory.

But you have no jurisdiction here in the state of Kansas. And if you did have,

you'd have to disqualify yourself in this case if I know anything at all

about the law.

Well, why's that?

You made up the charges.

And another thing, who was it you said they killed?

My oldest boy, Richard Strom.

There you are, Judge.

You don't mean to tell me that you really think that you're qualified to

sit in this case, to say nothing and be the jury, too.

Nobody else around these parts caught into the job.

And I'm not bashful.

All right.

Doesn't the law specifically state that a defendant has a right to a trial by a

jury of his peers? Is that right?

Well, where's the jury?

Well, it's not quite convenient, Doctor. Well, who's representing the people of

the state of Kansas here? Where's the prosecutor?

Well, they seem to be in somewhat short supply, too.

I'll ask the questions.

I suppose you're gonna be defense counsel, too, huh?

Well, no.

Now, I say, that'd be a good job for you.

Not a lawyer.

Ah, but you're a man of learning, doctor.

Yes, yes.

This court hereby appoints you counsel for the defense.

All right.

Judge, isn't it...

Customary and legal?

For a defense counsel to have an opportunity to talk to his clients and

prepare his case?

Good point, Iger. Yes.

I therefore declare this court recessed for five minutes.

Five minutes.

What's the matter?

Can't even wait five minutes to get into action?

Counselor?

No, no, Doc. Give me on time, quick. What do you think you're going to do

without a gun? Well, I don't know, but anything... I'm sitting here waiting for

us to get our next stretch. Waiting may be the biggest weapon we got right now.

What do you mean?

Matt's out there looking for you. Matt, what are you talking about? He can't

ride a horse. I told him he couldn't ride a horse, but you know how much good

that did with Matt. Now he's out there with a regular army beating every bush

for you.

And if we can keep that madman talking long enough... Well... It seems to

me like...

It's about the only chance we got.

Cal, you say your brother wasn't acting himself that night. Just what do you

mean by that?

Well, Rick could always handle his liquor.

I mean, he put me under the table more than once.

That night, his drinks just up and hit him.

Well, how much had he had to drink?

Well, I wasn't counting, Judge, but we had drink for drink there at the Long

Branch Saloon.

First thing I knew, Rick's blind drunk.

Blind drunk.

Like as if maybe somebody doctored his drinks?

Yeah, like as if, Judge, yeah.

Now, who do you think would want to do a thing like that, Cal?

A bartender, but Kitty Russell gives all the orders there.

That's right, and I ordered the both of you out of there, didn't I?

When I want to hear any testimony from you, Miss Russell, I'll let you know.

Cal.

Why? Why do you suppose anybody would want to doctor... Dr.

Rick Strings?

Well, Rick was carrying a lot of money, Judge. He had a payday to me when the

herd got to Dodge. And, Pa, he... Oh, Rick just about cleaned out that whole

crew of drovers in a poker game.

Yes, sir.

What about the other defendant here, Festus Haggin?

Do you recall seeing him hanging around the log ranch?

All the time.

The night Rick was killed?

Paul, him and Kitty Russell was watching Rick like a couple of buzzards circling

a dying calf.

That's a dang lie, and I can prove it. I was at the jailhouse looking after a

prisoner all night.

Is your witness in the courtroom, Mr. Haggin?

Courtroom.

Judge, does the defense counsel have an opportunity to question this witness?

Help yourself.

I assume the laws of perjury have been suspended for the duration of this

trial. Why don't you just go ahead and ask your questions, Counselor?

As I understand it, you and your brother were having drink for drink there in the

Long Branch, is that right?

That's right.

Couldn't put you under it all, though.

Oh, no, nothing like it.

On the other hand, your brother was drunk, blind drunk, is that right?

What'd I say?

So drunk, in fact, that a clever woman like Miss Kitty was able to wrap him

around her little finger and entice him up to her room. Isn't that right?

That's just what she'd done.

Yet you were not drunk. Matter of fact, you were cold sober. Is that correct?

Mr. You heard me.

Rick was carrying all the money, so nobody bothered putting any drops in my

whiskey.

Just wanted to see if I understood you.

Now let me see if I did.

You were cold sober.

Yet you let these two buzzards, as you put it, move in on your helpless

brother, and you did nothing.

Not a thing.

I always thought the Stroms stuck together.

Don't sound like it, does it, Judge? Not if we can believe anything he's said.

Carl, you weren't there.

I was there, Pa.

Honest.

Only I... Only what?

Only I must have passed out before they took him up to that room.

The witness will step down.

Pa, I didn't want to tell you.

Step down.

Well, Judge?

Doesn't change anything.

Doesn't change anything. He lied. He admitted it.

Yeah, he lied.

But the truth only confirms what happened.

You see, they doctored his drinks, too, so he wouldn't be able to interfere.

That's another dang lie.

The defendants will rise.

Have you anything to say for yourselves before I pronounce sentence?

What is there to say?

Storks pound.

Very well.

It is the opinion of this court that both of you are guilty of murder.

And I am herewith sentencing you both to judge.

Now, we may not have proved them innocent in your eyes, but we certainly

have established a reasonable doubt.

The court does not concur.

I am herewith sentencing you both to judge.

Don't you do this, I warn you.

Are you threatening the bench?

If you consider good advice a threat, if you go through with this, I'll tell you

something.

Matt Dillon will run you to earth.

You'll never be able to hide anywhere. He'll find you and he'll kill you, all

three. Doctor, Stroms have never hidden their life.

And the place we're going is right back to where we came from. You can tell Matt

Dillon where to find us and tell him we'll be ready to welcome him.

Defenders Russell and Hagen, this court finds you guilty of murder.

Murder of my son, Richard Strom.

And I hereby sentence you both to hang by the neck until you're dead.

Bailiff? Yes, sir.

Prepare the prisoners for hanging.

Pull those horses.

Look, Doc.

What?

Now, slip away.

Oh, thank you. Get my bag, Kitty. Okay.

Hurry up.

I got me an idea, Judge. You're fixing to see a courtroom just

one more time.

How's my Paul?

Appears like he's on live. If you want to know what I think, he's just too mean

and ornery to die.

They're going to hold the trial here?

No, they ain't. The way they're feeling in this town is running against you

strong. That's why Matthew says it ain't the fairest place in the world to try to

pick a jury.

That's the way of looking at the law that your pa might do a little thinking

about.

Matthew!

I didn't figure to see you up and around for another couple of weeks.

Well, I'll tell you something.

Eleven days in that bed's enough for anybody.

Now he's his own doctor.

I figure something would serve him right if that wound busts open again.

He's got a head of solid marble. He's worse than that mule of yours. He's

worse than that. He's worse than you are.

Why don't you go over and get in that bed like I told you? That's where you

belong.

Let's just... Why don't you get us a cup of coffee?

Oh, no. What do you want to bother him for? Why don't you hobble over there and

get it yourself?

Or better still, why don't you limp over to the long branch and get a drink?

Well, there's an idea.

Well, fine. Go on.

But if that starts bleeding again, have him sew it up for you.

Thanks for going up like things are getting back to normal, Matthew.

Well, it might be if I ever get that cup of coffee.

You got it.

Give it to you before you can say right running over the roof of the house, the

piece of raw liver is mine.

It's getting hot, too, Matthew.

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