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Gunsmoke, starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Friends, I'm saying rheumatism, toothache, sprains, swelling,

chill blains, guitar.

I'm going even further, friends. I'm saying that this extract of nuxated iron

is the finest elixir I've come across since I took the Hippocratic Oath.

and started to practice medicine.

I raised my only child on it, and look at her.

Right, honey?

Right, Daddy.

Yes, sir. And I'm saying, friends, if you've got a horse that's feeling

poorly, you simply double the dose.

Get going, honey.

And now, friends, you are about to witness the most spectacular...

demonstration never before seen on the great western plains of America or Dodge

City, Kansas.

Sandy, please show these fine people at gun handling what old Bill Cody said he

just didn't believe.

Never seen gun-hunting like that before.

Always plum tricky, ain't he? All right, now, let's show these good people what

Dr. Brown's extract of nut-sighted iron has done for your eyes.

All right,

Sandy, let's show them now. Come on.

don't you pass up this opportunity to purchase this wonderful elixir. And

remember, we'll be back with a new show in one hour. Thank you, ladies and

gentlemen. I've never seen shooting like that before.

Oh, foot. Ain't nothing to that. You know how.

You do as well, mister.

All I... Mouth gives off wind.

I'm talking about your guns doing as good.

No, my gun wouldn't. I'd have to have me a pair of them doctor guns like you got,

where instead of just one slug for a bullet, you got them shotgun pellets

flying up yonder. What are you talking about?

I only brung that up to say that I'd have to have doctor guns to do as well.

Maybe you'd like to match me. Gun for gun, right here in the street. Best man

walks away.

Wait a minute, mister. I wasn't looking for no gunfight. Looking's over. You

found one. Now we're gentlemen of goodwill here. You found it if your

backbone's as big as your mouth.

It's too pretty a day to spoil it, but man's right. Now you cool off.

Next time you cross my way, your pretty day will be spoiled for fair.

Oh, now, you're too hot-headed, boy. Look, that might be one of our best

customers. What's the matter with you? You got a draw against him?

Sure enough, he did call me, didn't he?

Dodge is an awful little town. I just don't know how I can keep out of his

way.

Festus, hadn't you ought to be doing something about that fella?

Oh, that.

That don't take no doing now.

I walk out on that street and the doing will get dead.

Well, I don't know much about gunfights. But if I were you, I'd try and get some

rest. Or maybe be cleaning your gun or something.

That's one thing I always do, is keep me a clean gun. I know the fella wants to

never clean his gun. Afternoon, Matt.

Matt. Thank you. Festus.

Back kind of early, ain't you?

Figured you was fixing to go right straight on to Garden City.

No, I was planning to go tonight. It's a good thing I stayed over, I guess.

Well, I'll tell you how that was, Matthew.

You see this... You don't have to tell me how it was. There's no way in the

world to explain a flat-out gunfight.

Well, I wasn't busting for no shootout, you know that.

But I just figured to face up whatever I'm obliged to face up to.

How many times have you seen a couple of men out here in the streets of Dodge

take off their gun belts and go at it with their fists to settle an argument?

Well, I'm willing to do that if he would... What's the other fellow think

about that?

I just got through explaining to him that I'm going to arrest and charge with

murder any man left standing after a gun duel on this street.

And that goes even if he happens to be a friend of mine.

Plum tickles you talk to that father, Matthew, because it's just too pretty a

day for carrying on like that.

Good, just as long as you don't forget it.

Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll go and get a little nap before I head out

tonight.

You know something, Thad?

I sure do feel a heap better now it's all over with.

There just ain't no sense of killing somebody over a bunch of silly words.

Well, Doc, I'll ride as far as the river road with you anyway, keep you from

getting lonesome. Well, maybe you can at least keep me awake.

You know, I've been a doctor for an awful long time, and I've never been

able to figure out why on Sunday the stork always comes in the middle of the

night. As often as he comes to Codge Collier's, he'd be afraid to come in the

daylight. Afraid he might get shot.

Fastest, Doc.

Nobody faster.

You know that. No better gun than you, Sandy. I'm with you on that.

Hey, this one's dead.

How about another?

No more for him, Sam.

Come on.

There are the swill joints.

Now, wait a minute.

Look, boy, you've had enough to drink.

Let me be.

Come on, let's get to bed.

Get some sleep.

Look in there.

Sandy, you remember what the marshal told you?

Only thing what I remember is what I told that raunchy-looking hay shaker.

and settle his hash.

You're going to get us into trouble. Sandy, stop it. Let me be.

Bulldog says he got a bed with a raisin head. Well, they got one, but who says

an urn ain't the best?

There he is.

Hey, plowboy!

Your friend just left town.

So you figure now's the time to settle things, do you?

No better time.

Watch as that scamper juices. He's been sopping up a good fish bite like Matthew

told him wouldn't hurt neither one of us. Come on!

Andy, why did you do it? Why?

Festus. How bad did you hit Festus?

I had enough to spin him around.

I was just fixing to undo my gun belt. That's all I was doing.

He was drunk.

You all saw he was drunk.

That's why he made the first move.

I didn't make no move. Not for my gun.

I just started to unbuckle my gun belt.

You don't draw on a drunken man.

That's murder.

I didn't draw, mister.

I didn't.

will be back. He said he charged murder for a gunfight.

You don't throw on a drunken man.

Festus, how are you running away from the shooting?

I reckon you'd have to say that, Miss Kitty.

You're not going to wait until Matt gets back.

No, ma'am, I can't. I can't put Matthew in the trap like that.

Having to throw me in jail? I can't do it. Festus, I seen you going for your

gun belt.

That's what I was doing all right, Dad.

Festus, I just want you to know I'm saying he was the one that called you.

And I saw you ready to drop that gun belt.

But there's others down at the saloon saying that they seen me unbuckling and

him a-drawing.

Well, that's just a difference of opinion.

Uh-huh. Then there's some of them that say that I drawed on a drunk, huh?

Festus, Please wait for Matt. Let him decide this.

Yes, Kitty, I can't.

Matthew's one of the only friends I got outside of you folks and old Doc.

Well, I just can't crowd him into a corner where he's gonna have to haul me

up the haze and get me hung. I just can't do that.

I'll fetch Matt.

Mule swap.

Mule for a horse, that is.

He's right in his prime, just a little over four.

Mouth him if you want to.

Real good-looking mule.

I figured you'd see that.

Need at least $30 book to get yourself a fine horse.

Have to be on you, I reckon.

Ain't a soul I owe, ain't a soul owes me.

Makes for good sleeping at night.

Mister, I just ain't got me $30.

Truth is, I ain't even got me 30 cents.

Business slow the way it is, I'll take the gun builder's boot.

I reckon it'll just have to be a deal.

One in the middle about matches what you're trading.

Why, that old swayback crowbait, he ain't worth $10, and you know he ain't.

Man on the run's always got the same look, considering the fact, uh...

Mule leaves an easy track for a lawman to follow.

I'd say you're getting the best of the bargain.

I'm letting you keep your saddle.

I'm just plumb hard-put and knowin' how to thank you.

Ruth, you old scutter.

Hey, he got blood in his shirt. Took a bullet alongside the ribs, I'd say.

He looks about as poorly as a excuse for a horse.

Where you be heading, mister?

Just riding.

Well, now, we didn't figure what you're doing be called walking.

If a lawman put that bullet hole in your shirt, maybe you got a little reward

sitting in your head.

Didn't say where you'd be heading.

Nebraska line.

Nebraska?

You done a mile inside.

Hey, mister, I sure would be much obliged for a place to put up and some

vittles, maybe.

I'd have to be owing you.

You look a good fella to lend credit.

I wished I had something to put up for a guarantee, but I just ain't got nothing.

Oh, now, that's a real sad story.

You touched by this sad story, Paul?

This chair liked to float away in my tears.

Let's talk some more about being a bit of money on your scalp.

Look here, sonny.

I never set a foot in Nebraska before, so that ought to tell you that I ain't

wanted here, even if I am wanted someplace else.

I'll be blessed if you'll turn loose to my horse.

He'd be much obliged.

He's a real friendly gentleman.

Thank you.

Well, that's his mule, all right.

Didn't know he was a wanted man, Marshal.

Wouldn't have traded if I figured he was wanted. What kind of a horse did you

sell him?

A sorrel.

How old?

Not too young, but a mighty fine animal.

Well, exactly how old, I want to know, because I want to know how fast this man

might be traveling.

Maybe closing on 20 years.

And you traded a mule, a gun, and a gun belt for a 20-year-old horse?

Mules don't fetch more than $20 these days.

Gun, maybe another 10.

$30 for the both of them. Yeah.

All right, I'll tell you exactly what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna buy both of them from you. There's $30.

Now you keep them here till I get back.

Rain's probably washed out most of his tracks.

Maybe he'd be cutting south now, thinking to throw us off.

No, I don't think so. Festus is a hill man.

Those Nebraska hills are gonna look like safe country to him.

And of a horse trader yourself, ain't you?

Morning, Grandpa.

How you feel?

That rain set the dampest in my bones.

Kind of cleared the air, though.

Where you be going?

Hitch the buckboard. Ma's getting supplies from town.

Well, you better run along.

I'm giving you a chance.

Bang!

That'll teach you.

All right.

Don't try anything.

Don't you worry. I'll protect you.

Drop the guns.

You heard me.

Drop them.

Oh, no. Don't you try anything or I'll shoot!

I ain't fast as Hagen.

I sure would rather you didn't point that thing so straight at me there.

I'll shoot, mister. You go for a gun.

I ain't wearing no gun. Lookie here.

Now, point it another way. Point it down.

Look, I gotta shoot if you move anymore.

I ain't fixing to move.

Now, go call your pa.

I got no pa.

Well, what I mean is, go call somebody.

Makes me nervous the way you got a hold to that thing.

Get on to the house.

Whoop.

Well, I got to get my hat, dumb bell.

Then keep your hands up.

I ain't going to argue with nobody holding a long coat on me.

Just get a move on. Actually, some dang young'un lost his hat.

Get up to the porch.

All right.

Vista!

Come on out.

Get a move on! What's going on here?

I'm glad I'm sneaking around in the barn.

You what? It wasn't exactly sneaking, ma'am. It more just resting my head for

the night.

You slept in our barn all night?

Yes, sir.

I didn't have me no choice, the weather being what it was.

So appreciate letting my hands down.

Oh, that gun ain't loaded.

It's fixed like it wouldn't go off even if it was. What'd you tell him for?

You little scutter, you.

I didn't mean to rankle anybody, but my horse throwed me last night, and I just

had time to crawl into your barn for that rainstorm here.

Listen, you.

Next time that I see that gun belt out of the drawer without my knowing it, I

am gonna lock it up.

Now you give it to me.

And if you want to get into town with me, you better hustle and hitch up that

buck barn.

Sonny, I'll have to say this. That was a pretty business-like way you herded me

out of that barn.

I see you hurt yourself some when that horse spilled you.

Well, no, ma'am, not actual hurt. Just a couple scratches.

I'm sorry we can't give you a horse to catch yours, but we need the one we got.

Much obliged. I'll just get on my way. Could feed you, if it'd be a help.

I sure would appreciate that.

Well, come on in. I'll get you something.

Where are you from?

Down Dard City way.

Don't talk like no Kansan.

You just sit down, Mr... Hagen, the first Sagen.

Hagen, I'm Mrs. Harris.

Well, you might just cut yourself some bread.

We've been having a little trouble with the Gabbins.

It's a family who owns a saloon here.

So Grandpa's a little suspicious of strangers.

I hope you're not going to mind some day-old stew.

Oh, no, ma'am.

I've been heating it for lunch.

Miss Harris, I'll tell you.

This here stew is a very teahangtum dinktum, and I mean it. Oh, I'm much

obliged.

I know that we want to see you, kid.

People want to see you, Ma.

Who? I don't know, but they look mean.

Oh, tells me you've been having some trouble with some fellas, Jamie. Is that

right? The Gabbins don't like us running the station.

I asked what you wanted here.

You sure been put together like we've been here.

If you got no business here, I want you off my property.

We got business.

Some people want our opinion what this station is worth.

Well, you can tell Mr.

Gavin that he can't have this station. Not for any money.

Who's Gavin? Never heard of him. Why don't you put a price on him, Mrs.

Harris? Maybe the people we represent will go higher than it's worth.

I want you two off my land.

You want an awful lot, seeing as how you only got an old man and a young boy to

back you up.

Maybe we could just look around and see if you're worth more than we first

figured out.

I mean, just you and us.

Private.

Now that's the invitation to get if I've ever heard one.

Where you fit in here?

What I just seen, you fellas don't fit in at all.

How long you reckon it'd take you to get on them horses and ride out here?

I don't like to push nobody around, but I get tired real quick seeing a couple

of yahoos like you strutting around.

Now get on them horses and get out of here before I lose my patience.

Kevin's pulling an old trick, having them two take over for him.

Suppose they went for their guns.

I wouldn't care to mull that over or not.

Come on, Pa. We'll get something to eat. Get in the house.

James, watch your head.

Jamie is just saying that this Gabbin wants us here stationed for a second.

Oh, he'd like that all right. He'd move it right into town alongside of his

saloon.

There's talk about a stage service being added here.

And that might just put Gabbinville back on the map.

Well, if Tom's named after him, I reckon that means he owns most of the property,

huh? Up to this point, he hasn't done nothing much to us except...

Make things uncomfortable.

Like scaring off our hired hands.

It's hard to guess just how far he'll go.

Not hard guessing at all.

They may be killers in our beds some night.

Grandpa, if that stage comes through here, we're going to have a good

business going. I'm not going to be frightened away.

Mr. Hagen, I think we owe you something more than a meal.

If you can wait till we get back with the supplies, I'm gonna loan you that

buckboard horse.

You can set it back with any one of the freight wagons. You still going into

town with them two troublemakers fresh around?

We need the supplies, Grandpa.

Well, uh, maybe I can help out there.

Just could be that this old pistol still got a little margin left in it.

Now, who on earth can that be?

How do you do, ma'am?

My name's Dylan. I'm United States Marshal from Dodge City.

This is my deputy here.

Howdy. Ma'am.

What can I do for you?

We're tracking a man that may have passed this way last night. He'd be a

stranger in these parts.

We get a lot of strangers coming through, Marshal.

We saw evidence that his horse may have thrown him. He'd probably be on foot.

This man an outlaw?

Yes, sir. He's one in connection with a shooting back in Dodge City.

Oh, you must mean the fellow that we fed.

How long ago was that?

Late last night.

He's headed up into the North Canyons.

Thank you, ma'am.

Your ma ain't got an ounce of sense.

I'm sure I'm bowing to you for not turning me in.

I'm returning a favor.

When we get back with the buckboard, you can head out of here.

You still trust me for a horse?

Mr. Hagin, the way you stood up to them two men before, I got a lot of trust in

you.

Get them boys out here.

Oh.

That the fellow?

That's him.

You boys had a prime bluff run on you. That old long gun he's wearing belonged

to the young'un's father.

Got no innards in it.

I'll tell you something else.

That fellow's wanted by a Kansas marshal passed through here this morning.

No reward on him, though. So he ain't worth fooling with on that account.

Well, I guess he just ain't got nothing going for him at all.

Yep.

And here's the molasses, too.

I have about everything in except...

Them two are bad medicine, Esther.

We already had our taste of them, Mr. Hubbard.

I'll get started out with flour.

And I need some thread, both black and white. Yes, ma'am.

Patience improved any, mister?

Looks like you set down that sack of flour a mite too hard, mister.

See, nobody's so toxic.

You know what that man is now thinking?

He's thinking that you tripped him deliberately.

Is that right, mister?

You thinking I did that a perfect?

Just pure accident.

He sure is a friendly fella.

You know, it wasn't too long ago he said he was sorry about seeing us around.

Remember them words, all right.

Heard you weren't in the best of health last night.

You don't look well.

Let me give you some nourishment.

Just so it don't go to waste. I got some more for you.

Real pretty.

All right, fellas, let's make a cake.

Hold still, man. Open your mouth. Let's have a little some of this.

Oh, yeah. Come on in, Esther.

Let's help you with the rest of this.

Let's make a cake here. Stop it. You let him up here.

Boys, just haunt him.

Just haunt him. Let him go, will you? Let him go. Let him go.

That looks nice.

There's no sugar to celebrate. I don't want you getting down for it.

He looks right funny, don't he, Paul?

You can't.

Hey, the man's talking to you.

Here's your gun. We found it out there in the street. Would you like to use it

on me?

The gun's broke. That's why I can't use it.

Well, now, just what would anybody carry a broken gun for?

We can fix that.

Fully loaded, mister.

Waiting for your hand.

Take it, Festus.

Ain't you gonna take it?

Well, I guess he's just too tuckered out.

Why don't we just send him on home?

Kind of fib to us today, mister. I can't think of nobody having more patience

than you.

Hester!

You and me ought to be discussing the price of that station while it's still

standing.

What do you mean, still standing?

Well, it's just a real lonesome old place.

And things do happen in these here times.

James. Get up, Bess.

Just come around any time.

You come back, y'all.

I can't think of anything worse to get out of here than molasses.

Cut off at a gun? Why didn't you use it?

Because he was scared. That's why. Now, you hush up or I'm going to take a belt

to you.

And you, Grandpa, we heard enough out of you.

It's a man's own business to walk away from a fight.

Well, I'd never have done it.

One more word out of you, young man. You do your study standing up.

There now.

I think you look a little more presentable.

Clothes a little loose.

My husband was a bigger man.

Kind of figured he was, ma'am. Oh, I didn't mean it that way.

I go feed my livestock.

Here, why don't you let me do it? Oh, no.

You just stay right here. I do it every night.

There's coffee on the stove.

Anybody. I'll just bet he didn't.

When I grow up, I'm gonna wear two guns.

One gun's a plan to you... Nobody!

Not nobody will ever do to me what they did to you.

What are you doing here?

Get off my property!

Just take it easy, Miss Harris.

Don't get hurt.

Yeah, invite a bill of the court and then fuss.

No use, man. We can't save it.

Just didn't have us no chance, Grandpa.

No, I don't think we did.

You must be plum-tuckered out, ain't you?

Yeah.

Back in St.

Louis where we should be.

I get no more comfort holding out here.

Sell out.

Be glad we're getting the dollar from it.

Mr. Harris, I...

I just can't see that as being no answer, running away like that.

You telling us what to do?

No, sir, I ain't. I'm just telling you that it sure ain't been no answer for

me. Because a man that's running is a man that's just plain scared.

Like today in town, huh?

Mister, next time you'll burn down the house, you can't fight cabin.

Now, if you used to ask me, I'd say that she's been doing a pretty good job of

facing up to things.

Uh, the same can't be said for you.

Grandpa.

That's something I aim to start changing.

Long about tomorrow morning.

Mr. Hagen, Gavin is gonna deny that he even knows those two men.

I don't want you doing anything reckless.

Oh, I ain't gonna get reckless.

We went into that place they call a town for supplies today.

We didn't get them supplies, did we?

No. Well, I think I'll just face up to that for starters.

Oh.

I figured you'd be along here directly.

I didn't mean what I said yesterday.

Oh, shit. Of course you didn't mean it. You don't have to tell me that.

Why are you going?

No way you can win.

That just ain't true, Jimmy. Them kind of fellas wants to make you believe that

you ain't got a chance.

But ain't you scared?

I mean, everybody's afraid of a gunfighter. Of course I'm scared. My

energy's turning around something fierce, but... Then why are you going?

Because I got to go, boy.

Well, not for us, you ain't.

Well, I could be part of it.

Well, then I'm coming with you. Oh, no.

No, you ain't. You're going to stay right here, because you're mulled skin,

you and me both.

And I'll be back for dinner time.

What do you want?

Figured you might get me a new hold on them supplies I started out with

yesterday. You recollect what was on that list, do you?

Well, I'd remember.

Yes. I see. There was molasses and flour and just one thing that I

wanted to add.

That's one of these here secondhand pistols here.

What are you doing in town here? Now you get out there in that wagon and stay

there, you hear me? Get! Get!

Reckon that'll take me a box of them shells, too.

Could be dangerous.

Carrying that gun.

I'm always plumb careful when it comes to handling a gun.

Much obliged for the advice, though.

My papi learnt me real early that there's only three times when a fuller

handles a gun.

That's when he's cleaning it, or when he's loading it, or when

he's fixing to use it.

It just might be your intentions.

Could be mistaken.

Well, I sure hope they ain't.

What I'm figuring on doing is just loading these supplies in that wagon out

yonder.

I'm hoping you fellas will let me do it peaceable like.

What is this now, Hubbard? Me and my boys, we had nothing to do with it.

He got Coeur.

And Ira.

He's dead, too.

His life would be more.

Sonny, why don't you just ease over here so I can keep all you hogs in one house?

Now, what I'm fixing to do is to load them supplies in that wagon out yonder.

The smart thing for you all to do is to pitch in and help me.

All right, Festus, I'll take over from here.

Of course, Matthew.

This here's something I got forced into it. I know. Mrs. Harris explained the

whole thing to me.

All right, let's drop the gun belts.

You got a quarrel with us, Marshal? I have.

There's a burned-out barn at the Harris station that's gonna need explaining to

the sheriff or Crosley.

You got a Nebraska warrant to do the charging?

Mister, I'm not in any mood to argue a technicality with you. Are you gonna

take off the belts or not?

All right, Marshal.

Whatever's customary.

You heard him?

Take off your belt.

I figured you and Matthew would be stomping around up in them North Canyons

for a while yet.

We saw the fire last night.

Dad, keep your gun on him.

Well, Festus, Coroner's Jerry meets in Dodge next week.

I think you've done about enough running, don't you?

I reckon I have, Matthew, because they...

Be back.

You wanted to arrest Bethesda?

Oh, fiddle, no.

You ate?

But I thought they was looking for you. Well, they was, but then... Then

everything's all right. Just as right as summer rain.

You know something, Jimmy? A father had an order to run from nothing because a

man just can't get nothing dead that way. You know that?

I reckon I do.

And that's something that you'd order, remember, whilst you're growing up to

fill up your papa's boots.

I remember.

But what about the Gavins?

Oh, well, don't fret. None about them, because Matthew's going to settle their

scores.

Yeah.

Festus, do me something?

Of course I will.

Could I shake his hand?

Who? Marshal Dillon.

Hope to jump in your best pocket you can. Come on.

Matthew!

Come out here. I want you to meet a friend of mine.