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NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke."

With Milburn Stone as Doc.

Amanda Blake as Kitty.

Ken Curtis as Festus.

Buck Taylor as Newly.

And starring James
Arness as Matt Dillon.

Lord, I come all the
way out from St. Joe.

The plains winds riflin' on ya.

Close to near swallow
a navy full of whales.

Snow at points hiding a mule,
and sun enough to fry crickets.

Molly with two at the breast.

No, sir.

I wouldn't want to
leave, wasn't it needful.

But I don't want
to bury my family,

and I don't want to-- I
don't want them burying me.

What say you, Navin?

Well, it be true.

[inaudible] his
cattle want the water,

and hate us about like
knives in his knees.

But come down to
it, ain't our say.

Water belongs to Clarabelle,
our title and homestead.

Ain't for her water,
we're all dry as biscuits.

And when you're talking
about Clarabelle,

it's Pete Brown done
the doing of it.

What'll we do, Pete?

Stick together, boys.

Scattered, you're
mice for the hawks.

Together, you got
you a strength.

Strength?

You ain't got no
strength, fly boy.

Law's the strength, Underwood.

There ain't but one law,
and it says so six times.

You know how that works.

That's how, sodbusters.

Now step aside, and let
Brown take his own medicine.

Seems like you done
trouble to Mr. Underwood.

That bother you, does it?

You bother me, sodbuster.

Then maybe you'd better get
out before it gets worse.

You know, it done got so bad,
I can't cure it, [inaudible].

Gonna have to put you away
'fore it's gonna get better.

You'd best get to it, then.

You know, I'm, uh,
getting a feeling I seen

you before someplace, ain't I?

It's possible.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

What's wrong?

It ain't likely you would
understand, Underwood.

You want to push it?

Well, I already been paid.

[gunshot]

Now we done exchanged messages.

There'll be another
time, for certainly.

I've heard 'em all.

Get.

Let's get him out of here.

Don't know if you're gonna live.

Don't know if you're gonna die.

Either way to it, it
ain't gonna be here.

I thought they buried
you in Ellsworth.

So long, Shaw.

Well, you'd best know
what you're into now.

Gunslinging's a
beginning, not an end.

Underwood don't want
that water any less

cause his man went down.

So any of you don't
want to make a stand,

best get out while you can.

Then keep a hard eye
on your families,

and don't show your
backs to strangers.

He just came to the ranch,
Doc, lashed to his horse.

Bleeding almost like a wounded
stray after a wolf run.

Afraid to move him, I was.

That's why I sent in for ya.

You did fine.

How long ago did
this happen to ya?

Days.

Nights.

Run together.

Don't know.

Matt, I can't do
a thing for him.

He's shot through the long.

He's lost a lot of blood.

He-- he's just not
gonna make it, Matt.

I, uh-- I don't see why
in thunder anybody would--

Well, it doesn't make
much difference, Doc.

You know who he is?

No.

Dick Shaw.

Gunfighter?

One of the best.

Who did this to you?

Can't say.

Killed me, though.

He was raving about the
fight he had been in.

And a name-- Hobson, or
Jobson, or some such.

Jobson?

John Jobson?

But they had him a big,
fancy burial up to Ellsworth,

for Jobson, marshal.

Yeah, or who they
thought was Jobson.

That's happened before, too.

Doc, tell Festus he's
got the town for a while.

Let's get him buried.

All right, Doc.

Still, and all, we was careful
to notice if a hooty owl

stopped hooting,
or a band of wolves

down canyon stopped howling,
and such night noises.

Cause that mean a war party of
Injuns would be on the prowl,

and we'd be wearing our hair
some shorter in the morning.

Pete?

You've done about
everything, haven't you?

Not everything, Johnny.

Not by a far shot.

Some trapping, some guiding.

A little high riding.

What's high riding, Pete?

Oh, that's-- it's
riding for certain folks.

Making sure, say, the varmints
don't trash up their lands.

Meat huntin'.

One way or another.

You're likin' that kinda
doing, how come you're

sitting in a place like this?

Place like this?

Why, this is a
fine place, Johnny.

And your mother-- see,
that pearly land of Heaven

don't know a finer cook.

She's pretty, too.

You noticed, ain't ya?

The onliest thing I
ever noticed was you,

and you're uglier than a
bog with the sun over it.

You three come on in, and get
ready for the drive to town.

And now.

It's that cook, ain't it?

Yep.

Well, we'd best move quick.

You just never want
to rile a cook.

You aim to get
drunk in town again?

I aim to drink down a
lakeful, and see what happens.

Gonna go all stony now.

Hill!

Get that [inaudible] ready.

Right.

Don't want you drunk, friend.

Now, when I've been
drunk, Pa, save a time

or two-- what's the matter?

You think I'm going to
embarrass you in front

of the town of Underwood?

Let's make it
twenty two hundred

and 18 a head, Mr. Underwood.

Thank you.

[SINGING] Oh, that
strawberry roan.

He goes up in the east and
comes down in the west.

Just to stay in the
saddle, I'm doing my best.

Oh, that strawberry roan.

You know the song, ma'am.

I know the speed, too.

Well, the Navins will
be waiting for us,

and knowing them, they'll
just bake in the sun

till we get to their place.

Now, how hard you
want 'em roasted?

Well, all right.

Yah!

[SINGING] Oh, that strawberry--

Going courting again, huh?

You shut up your face, Prent.

He heard you ever
saw 'em off in her,

you'll be looking for a new
set of pine biters, boy.

Fire went down the hole, he'd
likely kick a rock over me,

and let go at that.

[singing]

Let's go, boys.

And what will you
do if I don't buy?

Nearest rail head to
mine's way down to Kesting.

It'd get there.

I usually quote the price when
I buy cattle, Mr. Underwood.

Not on my cattle, you don't.

I hear things are
hard for you on water.

Things'll get better.

The homesteader woman's got
a claim on your lake water.

I checked on that
claim, Mr. Underwood.

It's valid.

Things will get better.

I think I see.

Well, Hill there's the best
foreman in the territory,

and you always have top beef.

So I guess it's no gamble.

Fair enough?

Let's have a drink.

Now, what you doing
out of your garden?

Ain't no crows around
here need scaring.

How's the plantin'
coming, Dick?

All in and growing.

How about them beats and beans?

They sprouting yet?

They're gettin' up real good.

As Bob says, thanks
to Clarabelle's water.

Why don't you
order the supplies?

Boys, I'll just get a quick
one, and join you at the store.

Say, Miss Clara, heard
about that man of yours.

How he took care of Mr.
Underwood's gunfighter?

That was quite a thing
he did, too, I must say.

What?

He shot him.

Stone, cold dead.

Right here.

Mr. Underwood, you're a
tough man to deal with.

You ain't the first
man to find that out.

Get on out of here, boys.

Me and Mr. Brown got us
some talkin' to get done.

My father ain't--

Get on out.

Take the rest of 'em with you.

I want to talk to you, Brown.

What do you want, Underwood?

I took this land
when the rest of ya

is walking around in napkins.

It's mine, and the water on it.

Now, you get the word
to them plow hazers

to let that water run free.

The water running free, Brown.

You hear?

I hear.

I hear the times are changin'.

You ain't gonna throw
in for fool with them

bunch of sodbusters, are ya?

You tell me why not.

Reasons thick as
summer thistles.

Highest one being a
man with your hands

got better things
to do than stuffing

hogs with home growed turnips.

You making an offer?

[inaudible].

I'll make it worth your while.

Bring your woman and kids.

Brown.

I'm asking you
for the last time.

You gonna see that water
runs free for cattle instead

of carrots and them
other cute little things,

or you aim to get
planted along with 'em?

Got so much dirt
ground into him,

couldn't tell him
from Adobe brick.

Weren't for the
yeller underneath.

Come on in, boys.

Wet the whistle, whereas
you dries out the worst.

Clot hoppers up
for whiskey, are ya?

Might be they could use
it for Dutch courage.

Not like you do, sonny.

Three of good whiskey, please.

By the lord on
high, brother boy.

You never did see him a hay
shanker, were the smell of him.

Just the smell of him.

Wasn't enough to make the rats
stampede, and the paint peel.

Now, ain't that
true, brother boy?

True as rain and running water.

And when it comes to
fightin', real fightin,

I mean, instead
of just a bullet,

why, a hay shaker
is a just natural

made yeller of snag teeth.

And hollow gutted.

And lady spanked.

Now, ain't that
true, hay shaker?

Take your hand off, sonny.

Well, I'm gonna do
that, hay shaker,

but I'm going to put it back
just a little bit higher.

Let's get outta here.

We'll get the women
and kids in the wagon.

Are you sure things will
get better, Mr. Underwood?

Pete!

Yo.

Mr. Murphy said today
you were in a gun fight.

Underwood?

Him and his men come the
day you went visiting.

We had a meeting.

They want you off this land.

They want the water.

And they're ready
to kill for it.

Kill for it?

I know he's tried
to buy me out, but--

That was gold.

This is lead.

But don't you worry on it.

Everything is going
to be just fine.

But killin'?

On the front side, it's
settled a lot of arguments.

It's not just the water.

You could give him all the
water and half again, they'd

still come pointin' lead.

They hate you, ma'am.

All of ya.

It ain't a problem to figure.

It's you kill them,
or they kill you.

But it's my land.

I-- I own it.

Paid in proper.

But long as you're
in cattle country,

a plow will buy you
nothin' but lead.

Lest ya dig tight
and make your stand.

But you're the only one who
knows anything about guns.

It'd be you alone.

I ain't worryin'.

Well-- well, I am.

If something
happened to you, I--

I guess I'd break
in more pieces then

you could pull in with a rake.

I'll rememeber.

Get up.

There's five foreman families
in this valley, Underwood.

Get used to 'em.

The hell I will.

[gunfire]

Hold your fire!

It's a US Marshal!

Cat for lives, that Brown.

Let's get.

You got a place around here?

Right side of
that bridge yonder.

Think you can make it?

This your man, ma'am?

My man?
Why?

What happened?

He pointed out your place.

Yes.

His place.
-Well, he's been shot.

He needs help.

The house.

What happened, Ma?

What's wrong with Pete, ma?

Ma?

Guns.

Seems like sometimes a shadow
isn't safe from shootin'.

Maria, there's-- there's
clean sheets in the bin,

and water in the stove kettle.

Fetch 'em.
John.

Easy.

Get me that pine
salve from the barn,

and that apple vinegar jug.

Third shelf, above the flour.

Yeah, I heard of you, Dillon.

Dodgy City.

Got yourselves a steel spine,
don't bend for the law.

Well, sir, it be just you here.

You say Dodge City, the onliest
law we've got here is cows,

and it ain't just
the water, it's them.

Them?

Sod pounders, Dillon.

What they doing to the land.

How they aim to respect
this land when they's always

a-jabbing at it, ripping
it to sweet breast of it,

and a-fouling it so it can't
never [inaudible] to his son

again.

I come into this here
valley near 40 years ago.

You know, we're on the Platte
river, shooting buffalo.

The steady killin' of 'em
had me gall to the edge.

Even looking at a buffalo
gun near puked me.

So one day I just
started ridin'.

And I seen this valley here,
lying out there smooth,

and green, and even-like.

I just set me down on that
low east ridge over there,

where them ice bins clusterin'.

I just watched some of this.

Black, dark, and owls
was a hoot huntin'.

Down river there, where she
narrows-- the long howls

of them wolves coming
back off of them

canyon walls sounded like
lost souls a-searching

for their bodies.

Built me my camp, right
here, where we are now.

Rode a short herd up from
Texas that next year,

and wifed me an Arapaho woman.

Best human being God
ever used his clay for.

Had two sons, that woman did.

One of them ain't
worth spit in winter.

The other one tries, but he got
a brain, belongs under a hen.

I may get to white
him-- not the red.

Red's what'll save this land.

White's what'll ruin it.

Them sodbusters don't
know this land, Dillon.

They ain't never left
their blood in the grass,

holding it from Injuns,
and bears, and blizzards,

and droughts, and anything
else the devil can throw at ya.

Sod pounders.

Useless, hem singing, tea
drinking virgins with hoes.

I hate 'em.
I'm gonna drive 'em out!

They poison the land,
with their stink hoes tied

to the dirt like skunk juice.

You said your peace?

No, I ain't.

You come in here, and
introduce yourself to me,

feeling that badge
replaces gunpowder.

Well, you just go
introduce yourself to them,

and tell 'em Lamoor
Underwood says to pack now,

or buy that week,
jumpin' Judas, they're

sure as hell gonna have dirt
in their ears six foot down.

I gotta tell you
somethin', Underwood.

If you keep pushing those
farmers around instead

of trying to work
things out with them,

you're going to build yourself a
mountain of trouble none of you

can climb.

If you haven't built it already.

Just what the hell's
that supposed to mean?

That Pete Brown-- he
could take you into court

for that ambush on the river.

You ain't gonna get
that Brown in a court.

He's a gunslinger.

What do you mean, gunslinger?

He shot the man I hired.

Dick Shaw.

Lightning on a
downhill run's a turtle

alongside that gun of Brown's.

He's a killer.

Ain't I seen enough
of 'em to know?

Eyes don't never move off of ya.

Mouth straight as a knife slash.

Hands seeming lifeless
as him in a casket.

Or are they just waitin'?

Cold and ready, like
a core rattlesnake.

Shaw never even seen
that's gun come out 'fore

the lead is in him.

Then I'll tell ya
something, there's

no court that
would convict Brown

for shooting a man like Shaw.

Ain't three men alive that
could do Shaw in like he done,

mister.

And they're all well knowed.

Strike you a shade wonderful
you ain't never even heard

of this man, name of Brown.

They seem to be real fond
of him, Miss Callahan.

They adore him, marshal.

Who wouldn't?

I mean, what child wouldn't?

I-- I mean, um-- are you
sure he's not badly wounded?

No, I think he should
be up and around

real soon, Miss Callahan.

They're clean wounds, and
he looks like a strong man.

How long have you known him?

Pete?

He just came in here one
day, just passing through.

He asked politely
for a drink of water.

And Don had been gone
some months on business.

Don?

That's my husband.

Died of the fever near a year
ago now, down in Sportfield.

Don was something
like a weed in a wind.

I guess it takes both dreamers
and doers to get it all made.

Wouldn't you say, marshal?

Guess you're right.

You say you've known
him a year or so?

I told myself I was in love
with Don, but it wasn't so.

He wasn't made for farming--
or for marrying, either, truly.

He was unhappy here with me,
with his responsibilities.

He toyed with guns until he
had himself believing he was,

uh, some sort of desperado.

Of course, he wasn't.

One day he left for good.

The first I knew he'd
died was when Pete came.

Pete brought some money Don
had won in a poker game,

along with the ring he'd always
worn, saddle, and his gun.

That was all.

So you can see now,
maybe, why Pete's

found a place with us here.

Why the children love him so.

Mom, he's awake.

He's really awake, Ma.

He really is.

Now, you stay in
here for a while.

Mr. Dillon wants to talk to him.

You won't be long,
will you, Mr. Dillon?

No, I'll be back
real soon, John.

How ya feelin'?

Obliged.

The name's Matt
Dillon, from Dodge City.

I've heard of ya.

Didn't know marshals
through in that wide a loop.

Well, they do when they
got a line on John Jobson.

Jobson?

They put him in the
hole in Ellsworth.

Well, that's what
I thought, till I

talked to Underwood and Shaw.

Shaw?

Dick Shaw.

Took a bullet in the center
of the chest the other day.

Said John Jobson did it to him.

He died at a ranch about a
day and a half from here.

Can't favor it
as much of a loss.

Can you?

He'd figure it different.

You ever seen this
Jobson, Dillon?

Not till now.

[knocking]

Never put a lock on
nothin' but your heart.

Mama says she made some soup.

Do you think you can take
some while you're talking?

Take some?

I'm liable to take it all.

All right, now.

It's coming near
sun up, and you two

ain't had a wink of sleep yet.

Now get.

You-- you'll come and see
us when we're sleeping,

won't you, Pete?

And tuck us in nice, and all?

Will ya, Pete?

Get.

I believe I'll walk
out for a time.

It's a nice hour for a smoke.

You're gonna take him
away from us, aren't you?

I have to, ma'am.

I don't have a choice.

When do you aim
to take me back?

Tomorrow.

Dillon, I'm the only
thing keeps Underwood

from going through these farmers
like a bullet through cobwebs.

Well, I've asked the
local bartender to send

a showboat for some deputies.

Now, they should
be here by dawn.

Then what?

I'll be in jail,
you'll be in Dodge.

She can't be left alone,
is what I'm telling you.

She's got no man.

She told me, and
I'm sorry about it.

But that's the
way it's gotta be.

Without me, Underwood
and those with him

will come here just
crankin' out lead.

And it won't do no good to run.

They got to be faced.

Now.

That'll be my
responsibility, Jobson.

Being responsible-- you're
a big believer in that,

ain't ya, Dillon?

Nothin' works without it.

Mr. Dillon.

I'm not gonna let
him take you, Pete.

I want you to ride
out of here, now.

He'll be all right
after a while.

Pete!

I ain't got much to say,
but listen to me now.

When you tote it all up, I don't
know nothin'-- nothin' at all

alongside real folks.

A gun, how to point it-- when
to shoot it-- and the name

ain't Brown.

It's Jobson.

It's me he was after.

But no matter what I done,
though, I've always lived

my life straight and true.

Come till a year ago, that is.

A year ago, down in
Sportfield, a gambler

come in and says there's a
slinger up to the longhorn.

Cheated him and took his woman.

He'd give me $500
to run him out.

I went and braced him, and I
seen right off he was a ringer.

Drunk, to boot.

I turned to leave, and
he goes for his gun.

I heard it.

Felt it.

And I had him before
his cleared the leather.

Then I found out
two hard things.

The man had a family-- two kids.

And his wife was you.

You and Don?

Yes.

And the money you brought us?

I never figured there'd be you.

I gotta go now, and there
ain't a thing to say,

but that I'm sorrier than
I ever knew I could be.

Marshal.

Marshl Dillon.

Which way did he go?

He didn't say, but
he took the town road.

Well, 6:00.

Pay three on his cards.

It's Brown.

Pa, I seen him.

He's coming in,
back of the store.

Well, well.

Pick you a winner,
boys, and don't

pull till I give the start.

Now we's going to
do some plowing.

Underwood!

Wanna talk to ya, Underwood!

Let's talk!

Underwood!

I want to talk to ya!

Talk?

Come to that, huh, Shamrock?

[gunfire]

Underwood!

I said I want to talk!

No!

[gunfire]

Just hold your fire, boys.

That turkey will stick
his head out in a minute.

Brown!

Two fellers in here
won't play into this!

They's coming out!

Don't shoot!

We're coming out!

[gunfire]

Brown!

[gunshot]

You all right?

Stupid.

Worse than stupid, I guess.

But he's the last of something.

[non-english speech]

Meaning?

Don't lie, and don't quit.

You'll be back, won't ya?

You gotta, Pete.

You'll never find
a good hound won't

come back to a warm house.

Just, uh, a little
business to take care of.

Well, ma'am, I appreciate
your hospitality.

If you ever get down Dodge
way, it'd be my pleasure

to return it in kind.

My-- our pleasure, marshal.

Thank you.

I'd like to come back.

How long you reckon
I'll get, Dillon?

Well, it's hard to say.

It's an old warrant.

Judge Burke is a pretty
fair man, you know,

and with a little
luck, you might be

back here by spring cleaning.

That's a nice time of year.

Goodbye, Pete!

We'll be waitin' for ya!

I'll take care of the
farm until you get back!

Bye, Pete!

Bye!

Goodbye, Pete!

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