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Gunsmoke, starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Ladies, auxiliary benefit.

What's that mean?

Well, I guess it has something to do with the food.

Better take your saying, huh?

Fellas, need a hand with the rest of thine? Oh, look, this here ain't no

Stein-Tall, Reverend.

Francis, why don't you lose the habit of saying ain't?

Because my saying ain't ain't no habit, Ms. Howell. It just happens to be the

way that I talk. Did you ever hear such ridiculous logic?

I've never heard such a ridiculous word. What's that mean?

If you don't understand it, I'm not about to explain it nor discuss it. You

ought to know something. You're just like old Doc, always a-picking me apart,

but there ain't nobody... There you go again. You just said ain't again.

All right. I think we've all earned a little time out for some refreshments.

I'll make up the plates.

for the whiskey to be taken whole.

There just ain't any mixing drinking with carrying guns.

Probably all it is just some high spirits.

My horse got one. He can't make it. You gotta keep him going, Paul.

He couldn't carry me a mile, and I'd bleed to death if he did. I got it in

the leg. Now you take him as far as he'll go.

Throw a trail for me now.

From the looks of you, I'd say you need a doctor more than that gun in your

hand. I need them both, ma'am, and a lot of luck to boot.

Preacher, use that chair and bar that door.

Just take them on in the hotel there. I got the ground floor room all ready,

Doc. Fine, Howie. I'll be in just a minute. All right. Just straight ahead,

man.

What do you want us to do with them?

We'll take them to the undertaker, to court.

I'm afraid we're going to have trouble finding this gang. They've split up in a

lot of different directions.

As soon as you two are through here, round up the boys that have been helping

Doc head out and cover the east washes.

We'll do it, Matthew.

Doc, anything we can help you with? I think you've got your hands full here.

I'll see you later.

What about May? It's gonna be a while before I know.

Can I see him, Doc?

Yes, come on.

All

right.

Now, let's get an understanding here.

My name is Paul Wiley.

And I'm wanted for a number of things I could hang for. That information hardly

comes as a surprise.

I didn't ask for your comment, ma'am.

Speak in one's mind, I've always considered a virtue.

No one knows better than me the odds against climbing out of this one.

But that posse would have picked me up in an hour or so.

Being alive here makes me ahead of the game.

Meaning I'm playing with house money.

What's your name, preacher?

John.

Porter. Mr. Porter, anybody liable to come around here wondering where you

three are?

Well, my husband and six children will be wondering where I am right now. Miss

Howell, please, you mustn't talk like that.

She lives alone, and my fiancée lives with her.

Let his leave give him something to worry about.

Well, I may just return that favor if you keep that tongue wagging.

So I'll have no problems if I stay here for a few hours?

Nothing that I know of.

All right.

I need some attention from the town doc. Now, if I get it, I'll take my chances

riding out of here alone. Nobody hurt.

And that's the understanding I want here.

You'll be hunted down.

Why don't you save yourself the trouble?

You're not paying attention, ma'am.

Giving myself up would be like pointing this gun at my head and pulling the

trigger. An excellent idea.

Ms. Hall, please.

Come here, miss.

Come here.

Now, you fetch your dog.

You say the preacher here heard his self working.

And what's your name?

Phyllis Bowman.

There's four of us here, Phyllis.

And it's gonna be a question of all of us leaving here or none.

Now, you think that you can get that dog and bring him back without him thinking

anything's wrong?

I think so.

Fiance, you said?

Yes.

You're gonna have a cool-headed woman.

Now, I want you back here, Phyllis.

Because if you don't get back here along with that doc, I'm gonna start worrying

about who else you're talking to.

What do you think?

Well, we'll just have to wait and see.

Good evening, Mr. Harrison.

Hello, Phyllis.

I just heard about your wife and son.

I'm sorry.

I shot them down like they were animals.

Are they going to be all right?

Doc's in there with them now.

If anything happens, that posse won't bring back a single man that I don't gun

down.

How are they, Doc?

Well, I'm a little early to tell now.

I think you ought to go over to Long Branch and just have a couple of drinks.

There's no need for you to sit here.

Are they going to live, Doc?

I'm doing what I can, Bob.

How'd it happen?

Shooting a woman and her boy.

What kind of people do this?

Well...

No way to figure that. All I know is when they came out of the bank, they

just shot anything that got in their way. Now, you do what I say, and if

there's any change, I'll let you know.

Good evening.

There's been an accident at the church, and John's been hurt.

Was he hurt bad?

He took a fall.

He'd like you to look at him.

Oh, of course. I'll get my bag. I'll be right with you.

Phyllis? Howie.

I guess Marshal Dillon rode out with the posse.

That's right.

The size of the posse, that gang don't figure to fare very well.

Is there something I can do

for you, Miss Phyllis?

No, I guess not.

Phyllis, you know, I've been so busy, I just haven't had time to congratulate

you and the Reverend on your wedding plan.

Doc, I'm not sure I'm doing the right thing.

Well, that's what engagements are for. You're a nice young lady, and the

Reverend's a mighty fine fellow in my book, I'll tell you that.

That's not what I'm talking about.

What?

I should have told you at the hotel.

I'm sorry, Doc.

No!

You got everything you need in that bag to take a bullet out of this leg?

You're right, Phyllis. You should have told me this at the hotel. It wouldn't

have hurt a thing.

Somebody in town knew there was a murderer here.

I was afraid, Doc.

Well, I can understand that. You heard a hearing.

No, I can hear you. I just am a little too old to be intimidated.

You gonna take that bullet out of this leg or not?

Oh, yes, I'm gonna do that. But do you figure to hold that gun on me while I'm

cutting on your leg?

Doc, with what I got at stake, I'll do it with the devil sitting on my lap.

Get on.

Hold her up.

Well, you looky here.

Whoever it was riding this horse is bleeding like a stuck hog. You can see

that. Must have sent the horse on, which means he's probably back somewhere

between here and Dodge.

Yeah, Dodge said we got us one, unless he crawled in the hole someplace and

died.

Tell you what, now you fellas go ahead.

See if you can pick up other and me and Thad will track back to town and see if

we can find out where this scamp got off of his horse.

See you, Dre.

wanted it done without an anesthetic.

I hope you're making sure that a good case of blood poisoning sets in.

That's no mystery why you never got married, ma'am.

You're the great Paul Wiley.

So?

Well, you didn't seem very flattered when I recognized you.

Well, only a fool takes pride in his picture being on a wanted poster.

Only a fool gets his picture there in the first place.

That's all I can do right now.

Well, the bullet's still in there.

I know that. Well, take it out.

I don't have the instruments to do that.

You got a knife in that bag, now start carving.

Never mind any fancy instruments.

Instruments I need to take that bullet out are in the office, and I'll just go

get them.

I'd be a fool to let you leave here.

You'd be a bigger fool not to.

You're not going anywhere on that leg, and I happen to be the only man in town

who can do anything about it.

Doc!

One step and I'll put one in your spine.

It's just fine with me.

We just all sit here, Mr. Wiley, and wait for Gang Green to sit in.

You'd bring half the town back with you when you came.

Well, now, I'll admit I sure would if I could manage that.

Doctor. Don't worry, Reverend. I'm not gonna do that. That'd be foolish. But

let me tell you, Mr. Wiley, if it weren't for these two ladies here, you

wouldn't be sitting in that catbird seat very long.

Well, as long as your concern runs in that direction, you just keep them in

mind. Well, now, does that mean I can go?

Well, like you said, you're the only one here who can fix my leg. But you'll be

back here fast.

Well, I'll tell you about that. You left a woman and a little boy lying in the

street.

And I think I'll just take time enough to look in on them. I think you'll be

back here in ten minutes.

Our Dodge just may be in the market for a new parson.

I believe that, Reverend.

I can't hang any higher.

Let him out, Parson.

You have any coffee, ma'am?

Yes. I sure would like a cup. I'd like some food, too, if you have it, please.

Well, as long as I have to be here anyway, I might just as well continue

with my sewing.

That was a brave thing to do, to come back.

But you didn't have to.

Of course I had to.

I didn't know what happened to you and Miss Howell if I didn't.

You weren't afraid?

Very much.

What's the matter with you, Preacher?

I'm not used to violence.

Well, if everybody here behaves themselves, there isn't going to be any.

Oh, we intend to.

I mean, you'll have no cause to.

What is it?

Are you all right?

That should be my question to you, shouldn't it?

You're learning something about your husband-to-be.

And you're talking foolish.

Am I?

A minute ago, you said you came back because you didn't know what would

happen to Miss Howell.

To you and Miss Howell.

been the one sent after the doctor.

You would have come back too.

I don't know.

I honestly don't know.

I guess I know you better than you know yourself.

I don't think I'll ever get used to guns.

There's no reason why you should have to.

There's every reason.

A part of life out here.

Not part of our life.

From the time I was a boy, violence and anger were never... John, I love you.

Enough that being so frightened, it lays me open like... Enough that nothing can

destroy it.

Enough to believe the things I believe, that you seem to doubt.

enough to know that you'll always do the right thing.

Woody? Oh, hello, Miss Kitty.

Has Doc been by?

No, not since I came to work.

That's been about an hour ago.

Well, I think I'll just check in and see how Mrs. Ayers is.

You go on back to work.

It's theirs.

Who is it?

It's Kitty Russell.

My boy.

Is my boy all right?

Your boy's gonna be just fine.

You're the one we've been worried about.

I agree, Mr.

S... Hanging's too good for the likes of them. That right, Sam.

Hanging's too good for the likes of them.

Your boy and missus are gonna be all right, Mr. Ayers. Don't you worry.

Of course they will.

Bad situation, though.

Trash like that gotta get what's coming to it. Clear out of here, Baker.

Well, I was just agreeing.

Out, you leeching sock.

Just... Now get out of here.

Go on.

Nobody could blame you if you lynched every last one of them.

I know that kind of talk's good.

The law's the best way of handling things.

The law didn't handle that gang shooting up the town.

Sure didn't.

Just don't point a gun at a woman and a kid, let alone pull the trigger.

Sure don't. Well, the main thing is that your missus and the boy's all right.

Oh, precious.

Did you catch any of them?

We couldn't even flush a hair of one of them. Matt and the others are still out

in the South Hills.

Fixin' to go see Ms. Harris, are you?

Paul Wiley's over in the church.

Paul Wiley?

Boy, he's on a half a dozen laundered posters.

What about Reverend Porter?

Wiley's holding him over at the church, along with Phyllis, Ms. Powell. He's got

all three of them.

You think you could find Matt, Thad?

I can try. Well, you do that. Right.

I gotta get on over to the church, Pastor. Wait a minute, Doc. Now, what

long wait? Well, come on.

Golly, Bill, Doc, we gotta figure something. Well, I'm concerned about the

safety of Mrs. Howell and Phyllis and the reverend.

What if I was to sneak up to one of them winders and just shoot him right between

his thighs?

Suppose you missed.

Well, at least it'd rattle him. Well, he's waving his gun around as it is. We

just don't want him to use it.

What do you think we're going to do?

Let me have that gun right here.

Doc, you ain't no gun-hatter. Oh, just give me the gun.

You be careful now, you hear me? I'll be careful if I have it, Jake.

Well,

Doc, I ain't going to be able to help you out. I know that.

I know that.

You think you're going to get a chance to use it in life?

When is this mic?

I'm in a car and I still haven't told him.

All right, I'll love you over here.

Over here, princess.

Just hold on now.

You look mighty small, just the two of you.

What are you trying to do, get Pete and killed?

We want that man, Doc. Well, he's holding the Reverend and two women in

there. You'll kill him if he sees you storming the place.

They'd probably kill him anyway.

Wait a minute, you know who's in there? Paul Wiley. He won't only just kill

them, but he'll kill one or two of you to boot.

All right, preacher.

Now, you think of something to stop them, or you're first, and your woman's

next? Porter and the others will have to take their chances, just like my wife

and son.

That's right. Yeah, how about them? Yeah, that's right. Wait a minute.

Bob, you're not helping them any this way. Get out of the way. We're hanging.

Joe, better get out of here. Somebody's gonna get hurt.

At the most, you'll only get six of us.

Now it'll only be five.

All right, Reverend.

Go away.

I've given this man sanctuary.

Sanctuary? To a killer?

Whatever he is, yes.

But you're doing it with a gun in your back.

I said I've given him sanctuary.

Reverend, are the women all right?

Yes. There's no such thing as sanctuary to a killer.

Hey, I can't see you too well, mister. Why don't you step out a little bit? You

join your friend there.

All right, now.

All of you clear out of here before somebody else gets shot. Doc!

Get in here.

Festus, take Halligan up to my office and do what you can for him. Now get out

of here. Doc! I'm coming!

Get him on up right now. The rest of you scatter out. Go on, go on.

Doc, you be careful.

You hear me?

The only road to

peace is through.

German victory.

Germany will emerge victorious.

But we will all go down together.

May God have mercy on us.

The Winds of War begins July 19.

I don't know just how to figure you out.

Well, you know, that doesn't bother me very much.

You know I'm going to get loose here.

Well, I sort of thought you might have in mind trying something like that.

Yeah. And when I go, I sure ain't gonna go alone.

That so?

And telling them people I was in here is gonna make it kind of touchy for the one

who goes with me.

I didn't tell those people.

Well, that'll be your worry, not mine.

Well, you've got quite a long ways to get out of here, Mr. Wiley. Could I have

one of those coffee cups, please?

What's that?

I want you to take some of it, Wiley. It's an anesthetic. No.

Well, it'll be a lot easier when I start cutting on that leg. Doc, there ain't

nothing you can do to make this leg feel any worse than it does right now.

Looks like you're in for a bit of a surprise, Mr. Wiley.

Well, let's get to this leg of mine.

All right, we're gonna do that.

But I want to tell you something before we start.

I'm not too bright, but the day I start cutting on somebody's leg and them

holding a gun on me at the same time is the day I get fitted for a new head.

It's true.

The gun could go off.

That's right.

I'll need a basin of water, Reverend.

The well is in the rear of the church.

You get him this.

That's nothing personal, Preacher, but if she came back the first time, she'll

come back again.

Let's just say I'm in a better position with three hostages.

I would have come back.

Like I said, it's nothing personal.

Let's get to this leg of mine.

All right.

But I still say it'd be a lot easier on you with an anesthetic.

Where's Matt?

He's over there in the rocks.

Get down!

Close. What are you doing here?

Doc sent me after you. You ever hear of a man by the name of Paul Wiley?

Paul Wiley? You better have. Why? He's got the parson, his girlfriend, and Miss

Howell held up in the church as hostages.

It's Wiley's bunch.

Right. He got hit, and he's forced the doc to take care of him.

That's bad. Knowing Doc, if he's pushed too far, he'll try to take Wiley

himself. That's what I think.

The sooner we get back there, the better.

Bailey sure didn't waste no time, Matthew. We had some luck, Festus.

Get the prisoners locked up and then go to the undertakers with the rest of

them. Right.

He told me about this Paul Wiley, how bad he wounded him.

The op says it's pretty bad, but it ain't so bad he can't travel once he

gets him patched up. I'd like to know what you're going to do about that

killer in the church, Marshal.

Mr. Harris, I want to make one thing clear to you.

I don't care what happens to this Paul Wiley, whether he lives or dies.

But the people that are with him are important.

And we can't afford to let our feelings get the better of our judgment at a time

like this.

I'm telling you, Marshal.

If either my wife or my boy die, I'm gunning down every one of them I can

find. Do that, Mr. Ayers. You're lowering yourself to the level of those

men. I can't help feeling this way.

Don't blame me for how you feel. I just want to make sure you don't do anything

foolish.

Where's the doctor with the church?

He's over there fixing up.

This fellow, while he's holding all the trump cards, I suppose he'll want to

bargain and leave town with a hostage.

I reckon that's what would be in his hand, all right. Yeah, and I can't see

myself trying to run a bluff on him either.

Not when we're using people as poker chips.

I would just have to wait and see what Doc says about his condition.

That's all he has to do.

Well, this turned out an awful lot better than I expected.

Is nothing broken?

No.

You're an amazing man, Wiley, and...

considerably luckier than you deserve to be.

I think I'll double up on that marriage.

You'll have to stay off that leg for a few days.

Last year, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Doc.

Well, the odds against you are pretty long the way it is. I don't think I'd be

stretching them any if I were you.

I'm almost as stupid as you are.

Well, I'm not feeling particularly brilliant right now.

Terribly sorry, Doctor. I had a chance to end this, Reverend.

And I'm ending you, Doc, if you even look like you're gonna breathe the wrong

way from here on in.

Don't worry. That's about the limit of my ideas.

Does this leg need another bandage?

It'll be all right.

But I'll tell you something. If you move around on there too much, that leg will

hemorrhage and you'll be in an awful lot of trouble.

I'm leaving come morning. You won't walk to the edge of town on that leg.

I don't plan on walking.

Well, Matt Dillon will have something to say about any plans you make, and he'll

be here in the morning if he's not here already.

You go get your coat and hat on now.

Now. Now!

Now, you tell Matt Dillon I want two horses out in front of the church in the

morning, and I don't want anybody in the streets.

And you tell him if I get 20 miles between me and the law, I'll go it

alone. But I'd get that 20-mile edge.

Let him out, Parson.

Doctor, I did offer him sanctuary.

I'm not doubting your motive for it.

It wouldn't have been fair for me to go back in my word.

I said I didn't doubt your motive.

Pretty glad you're back.

Well, he got the upper hand in there still, Doc.

There's not a doubt in the world about it, Matt.

Well, how bad's he hurt? Is he gonna be able to travel?

Well, yes, he can travel.

He wants two horses at the rear of the church tomorrow morning and some water.

Wants everybody off the street. And he says that whoever he takes as hostage,

he'll turn loose if you give him a 20-mile head start.

Well, I guess we'll have to settle for that.

I better check in on Mazars.

All right, thanks, Doug.

Well, there's not much we can do for a while, Festus. I tell you, why don't you

stay around here?

Keep an eye on the church in case anybody tries to sneak up on it. You

mean like Mr. Ayers?

That's exactly what I mean.

I'll have Thad spell you off.

All right, Matt.

Maybe you better sit down, Preacher.

I don't think you'd chance jumping this gun, but I'd feel better with you off

your feet.

It's the last thing I would think of, attempting to take your gun.

I kind of figured you didn't have too much use for guns.

It's more than that.

Well, I wouldn't let it bother me.

Everybody's afraid of one thing or another.

But they all don't show it.

Well, women, you can't figure.

The doctor?

He's crushed you in all right.

You?

I'm hanging by a hair.

I'm afraid all right.

Look.

What made you become a preacher?

It's... very easy to say you want to follow the church.

Very easy to believe that spiritual guidance is your motive.

No, I'm not sure.

You must have some belief in what you were doing.

Violence has always sickened me.

The ministry can be a shelter.

You mean wearing a collar and nobody's punching you in the nose?

Something like that.

Well, the world's passing you by easy.

There ain't too many to take a swing at you.

Which would make me a fraud, wouldn't it?

Well, I wouldn't beat myself to death thinking about it.

Preachers paid to preach. What more you want?

Never gave much thought to it before.

To preach well doesn't mean you can practice equally well.

When I told them at the door that you had sanctuary, there was the gun at

my back.

I kept feeling that gun, always aware it was there.

Well, that's the good old instinct for survival.

There ain't nothing wrong with that.

I was afraid.

I kept thinking, what can I say?

What word can I use so that gun wouldn't be fired?

Sanctuary was a good word.

Isn't it strange, Mr. Wiley?

You might be the more honest between us.

Look, I just know it's a long branch checking with the boys.

Now, everybody's promised to stay off the streets tomorrow morning when Wiley

leaves. I want the same promise from you. Put me on the roof, Marshal.

I can hit a squirrel at 200 yards.

Rat would be the word here.

Well, I figure I'm a pretty good shot, too. But I'm not going to take a chance

like that, not when human lives are at stake.

Besides, Wiley's not going to live long enough to hurt this hostage anyway.

Yeah, but it was your woman and boy, and now you wouldn't be feeling the same

way. Maybe you wouldn't be thinking it through.

If it was my woman and boy in there, I'd leave it up to somebody else.

Somebody that wasn't as involved in it as I was.

How are they?

They're both asleep now, Mom.

What's asleep mean, Doc?

It means they're asleep.

Well, can I maybe sit with them?

I don't see why not.

Don't consider myself smarter than you, Marshal.

I'll just sit with May and my boy at sunup.

I'm close, Doc.

Anything I can do to help?

No, I don't think so.

Thad's bringing the horses around. We're going to keep out of sight from that

point on.

I'm not going to give Wiley any excuses for any gunplay and dodge.

I'll give you a cup of coffee. How about you?

Good.

Matt, the older I get, the less I know.

How's that, Doc?

I thought I understood Porter, but I don't, not at all.

Well, that's about as good as could be expected, I guess.

You, preacher, you're going with me.

What?

No woman's keeping up with the pace I intend setting, so that leaves you. Now,

you'll ride ahead of me, and we'll keep our horses at a walk till we're out of

town.

Now, you two, you just get outside and walk away.

So I want that marshal knowing you're both all right.

All right, let's go.

Let's skip the goodbyes.

Come on, move out.

I figured he'd be taking the Reverend with him.

No one else.

It wasn't me.

What?

It was never me.

It wasn't my life.

What are you babbling about?

It wasn't myself I cared about.

Fine, if that makes you happy, now get on that horse.

But you don't understand.

Now it's only my life at stake.

And you're about to lose it.

But I don't care.

I never cared for myself.

You did have sanctuary in the church, Mr. Wiley.

As long as you could harm someone, you did have that sanctuary.

But now you're on your own.

Are you going to get on that horse?

I know it's useless to ask you to put that gun down.

Are you ready for both of us to die here?

Still don't understand, do you?

Hey!

I wish I could help you, Mr. Wiley.

I sincerely wish it were possible.

One more step, Porter.

Drop it, Wiley. Drop it.

It's colder today, don't you think?

Oh, Fiddler, we ain't a bit taller.

Well, we figured on working right on through. Get it done by evening.

We'll have to think up some payment in return for all this labor.

Maybe reserve the first pew in your names each Sunday.

Make sure you have front row seats.

expect anybody getting sleep or sitting in the front pew

hi

doc dad the way you're stalling around you must be getting paid by the hour

there's lemonade here yeah

Had a busy night last night, huh?

Well, I don't think anybody got much sleep last night. I know you's awful

worried about Miss Ayers.

Well, all's well that ends well, Fessy.

Like it?

Well, it's bitter.

Is it bitter? It's bitter. Taste it.

Is that bitter?

It's terrible.

Yeah. I'll make some more. Well, we kind of liked it that way.

Old Scudder, you done that on purpose.

Did what?

Well, you know there's whiskey in that.

You mean you put whiskey in the lemonade?

Well, just a... You did that?

Well, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves, both of you.

Drinking in church.

We ain't in church.

Well, why would he go do something like that?

Ah, because he's just ornery, that's all.