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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.

Shadler?

[grunts]

You tell me about that money
first, like where it's hid.

I already gave you
$5 for that bottle,

Creech, now give it to me.

Nuh-uh, this bottle is
going to cost you $7,000.

Now you tell me
where the money is.

Shh, just the thought
of some pile of nothing

like you spending that money
makes me want to retch.

Yeah, but that money ain't
going to do you no good,

and this bottle will.

Now you tell me
where you hid it.

Least I'm going to die rich,
that's more than you can say,

you nothing.

CREECH [ANGRILY]: Shadler.

When they come to hang
you in the morning,

you're gonna be
praying for a drink.

Go ahead and shoot.

[door opening]

I'd like to speak to the
prisoner for a moment, please.

He's all yours, Father.

Well, if it isn't Father
Walsh, the old sin buster.

FATHER WALSH: Shadler, thought
we should have one last talk.

Yeah, I bet you did.

Whiskey won't give you
solace now, Shadler.

Only God can do that.

I'm not interested in
your sermons, Padre,

I told you that.

Now, you're just
wasting your time.

When a man's about to die,
he usually wants to make

peace with himself and God.

Shadler, we can kneel together,
would you pray with me?

[inaudible].

[gasping] You wanna pound those
beads, you go someplace else

and do that.

Why, Shadler?

Well, you were a Catholic,
a Christian-- you

were even an altar boy once.

And no matter what's
happened since,

a man never stops
believing in God.

You better look closer,
Padre, because God

isn't nothing but a word.

Now, you gotta believe in him
because you're on his payroll,

but don't go trying
to sell him to me

because I got no use for him.

Shadler, don't go to
your death a heathen.

Oh, you pious,
Psalm-singing good folks--

you're always trying to shove
yourselves down my throat--

you and my old man.

Let me tell you about
that God of yours-- boy,

you better learn to say them
prayers, and sing those hymns,

and don't you--
FATHER WALSH: [praying].

-- ever miss the Sabbath,
because if you do,

you're going to burn in hell.

That's what kind
of God you got--

you're going to burn in hell.

You couldn't sell me God if you
were drummig him from a wagon

and had him bottled.

[PRAYING] Father--

Oh, get out of here.

[PRAYING] --forgive
this man his sins,

for he knows not what he does.

I said-- Padre?

Padre, I didn't mean it.

[door opening]

[keys rattling]

Ready, Father?

No, no!

You drop those
keys on the floor.

[keys hitting floor]

CREECH: The padre?

Don't you worry about the
padre-- you just make a sound

and you're the one be
getting the last rites.

[barking]

[hoofbeats]

Reno?

Hello there.

Howdy, Mister.

Sorry, you'll have to
turn back-- the town's

been hit by a plague.

A plague?

What sort of plague?

Don't know-- there
ain't no doctor in town.

Whatever it is, it's
contagious-- 'most

half the town is down with it.

Now, you better be
on your way, Mister.

Well maybe I can help,
I've done some doctoring.

We got orders to
keep everyone out.

Now, that includes
you, so on your way.

Whose orders?

Sheriff's orders.

You been told to
move on-- I'd do it.

Don't try going in another
way, whole town's ringed off.

Fact, we got orders to shoot
anyone trying to go in.

Sheriff's orders?

Well I'd like to talk to him.

Sure.

But first you have to
fork over your gun.

Mister, this
badge here says I'm

a United States Deputy
Marshal and I don't

turn my gun over to nobody.

Reno?

Deputy Marshal or
not, gimme that--

[shouting]

Get after him.

[gunfire]

Come on, get up--
hiyah, hiyah, hiyah.

[chickens clucking]

Anybody home?

Anybody home?

Hello?

[hoofbeats]

[chickens squawking]

This your place?

No it's not, Father.

What's the matter,
somebody after you?

Yeah.

Go in the barn and stay there.

Don't make a sound.

Morning.

What are you doing
around your, Father?

I'm just passing through.

There doesn't seem to
be anybody at home.

They're probably in
town with the fever.

Did you see a man
come through here?

Why yes, I did, about uh, two
minutes ago-- went up this road

here, seemed in a great hurry.

Let's go.

[hoofbeats]

Thanks for your help, Father.

Why are they after you?

I'm not quite sure,
but one of the reasons

is, I was asking
too many questions.

I don't understand,
they are lawmen.

They're wearing badges, but
I don't think they're lawmen,

Who are they?

I don't know, but
I aim to find out.

I was just on my
way into Selkirk

and almost got myself killed.

These men said
there was a plague,

they-- they're
not letting anyone

in or out of the town and--

But why would they
try to kill you?

Because I'm a lawman.

I see.

I thought you were
just a man in trouble.

I was.

Thanks again.

Father.

Are you headed
back into Selkirk?

That right.

May I come with you?

Any special reason?

Well, yes-- if there's a
plague, people are dying,

they'll need a priest.

We better get going
before they come back.

Yes, of course.

[music playing]

Padre?

Hm?

Nobody allowed in, Padre.

I heard there was a plague.

You heard right.

Town will be a bone
orchard 'fore long.

Then there's need for a priest.

Sorry, nobody.

But I don't understand, Mr.--

McKee.

Mr. McKee, you're robbing
Christian people of their right

to receive the last sacraments.

Padre, it's a
plague-- go in there

and you'll catch it and die
alongside the rest of them.

That's part of my job, my son,
when a priest takes his vows.

I got no time for sermons.

You're right, time is precious.

Move aside, Mr. McKee.

I'm warning you, Padre.

I never shot a priest.

Don't move, Mister.

Drop the rifle.

Drop it.

He tried to pull his gun.

That was some move, Father.

Well, I, uh-- one
does what's necessary.

I'll bet when you deliver a
sermon, folks listen to you.

Sometimes.

I'll go fetch my horse.

[water running]

[muffled screams]

[door closing]

[panting]

[inaudible].

[click]

What are you doing here?

I heard her cry out.

You get away from her.

She's dying.

Where do you
think you're going?

There's a priest outside,
I'm going to go get him.

You're lying.

You'll have to trust me.

Father?

You're needed in here.

Please hurry.

[door closing]

This here's Father John Walsh.

Father, she's been
asking for a priest.

[whimpering]

My eyes are very old
and sometimes see things,

but I can feel you--
you are a priest.

I'm Father John Walsh.

I've been waiting
for you a long time.

God has been very
patient with me.

I should have been
dead long ago.

[whimpers]

[praying in latin]

Was she a friend of yours?

Not really.

Her name was Mrs. Evans.

Did she have much fever?

Some.

She complained about a
pain in her stomach--

her and all the others.

Started about--
about a week ago,

and those men have had the
town cut off for five days.

What about the rest
of the people in town?

Most of them are sick--
few of them are dead.

Father, you all right?

Hm?

WOMAN: It's a priest.

Thank God a priest has come.

No, no, please, please.

Father, my wife-- she needs
to see you, she may be dying.

Lead the way.

I better take a look at
some of the other people.

You seem to know
something about doctoring.

I've been studying
under a pretty

good doctor in Dodge City.

When those men tried
to come into town,

there was a shootout-- we drove
them away, but a friend of mine

was wounded.

His name is Cyrus
Himes, he's um,

he's stubborn as an old rock
and meaner than a dog fight.

I wish you'd look at him.
-Yes, I will.

Where do I find him?

He lives behind
the grocery store.

Look, if he snaps at you,
don't pay any attention.

Please try to help him.

I'll do the best I can.

Right there.

What is it?

Cyrus Himes?

Yeah.

Who are you?

Newly O'Brien.

What do you want?

Dallas Fair.

CYRUS: Yeah?

She asked me to
take a look at you.

You a doc?

No, Sir, not yet
anyway, but I know

something about bullet wounds.

[water sloshing]

How's the town holding up?

I don't know, it's
too early to tell.

[sighs]

Didn't take long for them
to learn this town took sick.

Human scavengers-- they
can smell death in the wind

[inaudible] come in to feed on.

We turned them back, though.

They uh, still
perched out there?

Yes, Sir.

Vulturres-- waiting for
the town to die so they can

come in and pick on the bones.

[screams] Damn it, Boy!

That hurts bad enough
without you poking at it.

[gasping]

Is it bad?

Yes, Sir.

Tell me how bad.

The bullet cut through
a bunch of blood vessels.

You're bleeding
inside and there ain't

no way to stop it that I know.

Meaning I'm--
bleeding to death, huh?

That's right.

There's a priest in town,
you want me to go get him?

No, no, that ain't
my persuasion, Deputy.

Oh, there was a time that me and
religion was on speaking terms,

but too much has happened
in between'd-- he'd be

wasting his time.

Deputy?

Dallas said to come
fetch you-- somebody

else just came down sick.

Want a quit one?

Next time.

NEWLY: Any tenderness anywhere?

PATIENT: Nah, just a terrible
pain in my belly and I--

I feel awful dry.

Very little fever, no swelling.

If it were a plague,
there'd be both.

Any vomiting?

-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
-Dallas?

A shipment of beef,
pork, anything like that

come to town recently?

No.

What did you eat today, Sir?

Nothing.

All I had since last
night is-- is water.

If it was water, the
whole town would be sick.

Well maybe not.

I mean, most everybody
gets their water

from the well in the
middle of the town,

but Cyrus has a rain barrel,
I get mine from there.

What about the others
who weren't affected?

Well you know something?

I think they all
have their own wells.

Did you drink
from the town well?

Yeah, I did, yes.

This here water's fouled.

It's not the plague.

Well, if it is, it's one
I never heard of before.

What feeds this well?

The river.

The that must be
where it's coming from,

some sort of poisoning.

I'm gonna need all the milk
and vinegar you can find.

That shouldn't be hard.

All right, where's the
biggest building in town?

Ah, the cafe, I guess.

All right, you get
some help and take all

the sick people to the cafe.

And I'm gonna need
blankets and fresh water.

Cyrus?

There ain't no use in moving
him, Dallas, he's dying.

He know that?

I asked him if he wanted
to see Father Walsh,

but he said he didn't have
no use for the priest.

One foot in hell, that's Cyrus.

I'll talk to him.

[spurs jingling]

Matthew?

MATT: Any sign of Newly?

Nary a sign, but Willie
over at the telegraph office

sent that-- maybe
it's from Newly.

Is it?

No, I sent a wire
off to Marshal

at Taos last night to see
if Newly'd gotten there yet.

He says he delivered his
prisoner five days ago

and left.

Well, he generally he'd a
ought to got back by now.

Yesterday at the latest.

Better saddle me
a horse, Festus.

You bet you.

Want me to go with you, Matthew?

No, you stay here
and look after Dodge.

[coughing]

Everything all right?

Thank you, Dallas.

[wheezing]

Who is it?

I heard you were
too sick to be moved.

Who is it?

Boone?

Is that you, Boone?

Yeah, it's me.

You were supposed to be hanged.

Yeah, they kind of had
their heart set on that.

Stiff rope and a short drop--
afraid I disappointed them.

I just thought I'd
come back and see

you instead of going to hell.

You always was a
good boy, Boone.

[laughter]

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

[laughter]

The whole territory's looking
for me, Ma, I'm in a hurry.

Not going to stay
for my funeral?

In that outfit, you
could read over me.

Yeah, well, I'll
send you flowers.

Where is it?

Where is what?

You know what
I'm talking about.

Two years ago I left $7,000
here for safe keeping.

Now I'm back for it.

[wheezy chuckling]

Spent it.

Now, you going to listen
to my sins or not?

'bout all the evil doings
I spent that money on?

[chuckling]

Bless me, Father, for
I have really sinned.

Where is it, Ma?

I said I spent it.

SHADLER: You didn't
spend nothing.

You'd hoard scraps
from a starving dog.

Only difference between you
and a pack rat's two legs.

You wouldn't even buy a
suit for Pa to be buried in.

Your Pa was a Bible-spouting
old fool-- thinks

he died wearing angel wings.

I ain't got time to go kicking
coffins, Ma, not even his.

Now, where's that money?

It's gone.

Now, you better tell me,
you money-grubbing old crone.

[choking laughter]

Find it yourself.

I'll choke it out of that
scrawny neck of yours.

You won't find it if you
a live to be a hundred.

But that money is mine--
where did you hide it?

Burned it all up in the fire
so's you wouldn't get it--

that's what I did--
burned it all up.

Those eyeballs
are gonna pop right

out of that skull of yours
if you don't tell me, Ma.

You got no respect fro
your mother-- never did.

Forgive him, Lord.

Where is it?

[maniacal laughter]

[snorts]

Don't you die on me.
[gasping]

Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.

Tell me, won't, Ma,
don't you die on me.

[groaning]

You old hag.

What are you doing, Father?

Someone told me
the old lady was

dying, I-- she asked me for her
Bible, I can't seem to find it.

She's dead.

She was alive
just a moment ago.

[praying in latin]

Dallas is anxious for
you to talk to Cyrus.

-Where is she?
-She's at the cafe.

She said she'd take
you to see him.

Something's going
on down there.

This time yesterday,
it looked like the town

was drawing its last breath, now
I-- I can folks moving around.

It's been five
days, Mr. Barnum.

Somebody might come looking-- I
mean, like the telegraph-- two,

three days go by when
the town don't answer.

Yeah, you could be right.

Best take a look-see.

Now, somebody's
got to go into town

to see if it still kicking.

Rogers, you're elected.

There's fever down there.

Don't worry, Rogers,
nobody down there

is aiming to kiss you.

[laughter]

Go in as soon as you've et.

I better warn you, he
hasn't been near a priest

or inside a church in
more than 25 years.

Father?

The fact is, he-- he
doesn't even believe in God.

He's not alone.

What you doing here?

Dallas Fair asked
me to see you.

I'm Father Walsh.

I know that, I
heard all about you.

What you doing in this hole?

And don't tell me
the Lord sent you.

No, I'm just passing through.

And when the folks saw a priest
they just naturally figured

you was heaven-sent, huh?

[sighs]

Don't seem too happy about it.

Just doing the
Lord's good work.

I uh, wouldn't get
too comfortable,

I was you-- I know you gospel
sharks can talk quicker'n

hell will scorch a feather.

Well, the lady
thought you ought

to receive the last sacraments.

Meaning you want to
hear my confession?

You want to tell it?

I'll say this for you,
you don't push yourself.

Most of your breed
come on like thunder.

Well, I'll tell you, I
lived my life the way I saw,

and I ain't ashamed
of any of it.

When I go through
them pearly gates,

I'm leaving no trace behind--
just a little money, which goes

to Dallas if she'll take it.

You're not worried
about going to hell, huh?

Don't believe in it--
don't believe in any of it,

and I ain't I got
the time or the wind

to be wasting it on you.

As a matter of fact, me
and Satan's jug partners.

Now what do you think of that?

Did you ever believe in God?

Now there you go--
now you're beginning

to sound like one of
them hell and damnation

fellas, full of smoke and fury.

Won't even let a
man die in peace.

Well listen, padre-- don't you
try to sell that God of yours

to me because I
don't believe in him.

[swallowing]

What you thinking?

I was just thinking
how you remind

me of somebody I once knew.

Where you going?

Can't make any money here.

CYRUS: You mean
there's not going

to be any speeches about
the eternal flame, and fire?

Hell and damnations,
hallelujahs, hosannas?

No blessed are the meeks?

Nope.

I figure if a man wants to burn
in hell, that's his business.

[cocking hammer]

Expect them to make their move?

They've been out
there long enough,

they're bound to
sooner or later.

Dallas is fixing you a place
upstairs in the boarding house.

Thank you.

Say, Father?

Yes?

Who are you?

What do you mean?

You're not like any
priest I ever seen before.

You don't carry your own
Bible, your Latin's rusty--

the way you handle yourself.

I don't know what's
troubling you, Deputy,

but my name is Walsh--
Father John Walsh.

All right, I don't
care who you are

or why you're here, as long as
you keep those people believing

in you till this thing's over.

Then maybe you and I will
sit down and talk about it.

[birds singing]

Well?

I'm afraid your friend Cyrus
won't have any part of me.

Oh, I'm sorry, he
can be pretty thorny.

Hm.

Didn't you have any
chance to talk to him?

Well, I don't really
believe in sermons.

I thought you were in
the soul-saving business?

Well a man has to
want to be saved.

I mean, he's tough.

He goes to hell, he's just
liable to break the whole thing

up in six months.
-You know something?

You're a strange priest.

You don't even have a Bible.

-Oh, I lost it along the way.
-I brought you mine.

This isn't exactly
frayed from use, is it?

Oh, well I guess I just didn't
figure I needed it before.

What about now?

Let's just say I'm trying.

Why?

-Personal reasons.
-All right.

[splashing]

Look, you don't have to tell me.

Well, it's just no big secret.

I mean, everybody in town knows.

No reason why you
shouldn't know.

I had a baby.

He died-- he didn't live long.

And then all of a sudden, I
was back to where I was before,

only this time it was different.

I had a taste of something.

What about the baby's father?

DALLAS: Well, he was a
gambler by the name of Riddle,

and he had the-- he had the bad
taste of getting himself killed

before he could marry me.

Well, I bet you've heard worse.

Oh yes, I've heard worse.

What did you do before that?

Oh, I was a dressmaker
till I got pregnant.

Then the good ladies of the
town refused to come near me.

Guess they thought
I was contagious.

So I became a saloon girl.

Why did you stay?

Running's not my style.

Maybe I would have run if
it hadn't been for Cyrus.

He was my friend
when I needed one.

You might say he takes
to down and outers.

What happens when Cyrus dies?

DALLAS: I don't know.

He's leaving you some money.

I think you ought
to take it and go.

That money's not for me.

It's for my son-- the
headstone for his grave.

Cyrus felt that he needed a
marker with some words on it.

I mean, he offered me the money
before, but I couldn't take it.

I can't take money he's
worked that hard for.

[SHAKILY] Excuse me.

Hold it.

Don't make any quick moves.

What's going on around here?

Climb down nice and easy.

Real friendly
place you got here.

Move-- that way.

[whinnying]

This fella came riding into
town like he owned the place.

ROGERS: Oh shit, I
wasn't doing nothing.

You got business in town?

Drinking business.

I been riding all night and
half a day to find me a salon.

On the trail in,
did you see anybody?

Anybody try to talk
to you or stop you?

Nobody out there.

You mind telling
me what's going on?

There's been a
bunch of men that

have had this town surrounded.

Why?

I don't know why, there
ain't nothing here.

A man would be lucky to find a
total of $50 in this here town.

The bank shipped out all
its cash it had a week ago.

That a fact?

[footsteps]

I got a big thirst, you mind?

I'm sorry, but that
there water's foul.

How bad?

I mean, a lot of
people took down sick?

Bad enough, but
the worst is over.

How about the whiskey?

That still good?

Sorry, but the
saloon is closed.

Well, it's a long
way to the next town.

You sure it's closed?

I'm sorry again.

That's three sorries.

Remind me never to come
through this place again.

[scraping]

[grunts]

[music playing]

Why?

You're a bright girl.

You mean you haven't
figured it out yet?

You're not a priest.

Hardly.

I'm a convict on the run,
in, my name's Shadler.

Abby was your mother.

Hmph.

She wasn't much of anything.

You must have had a hunch
about me, that look I gave you.

I knew you were a man.

Is that why you
followed me here?

I didn't follow you--
Cyrus asked for you.

That's too bad,
I got other plans.

You gotta see him.

There's nothing I can
do for him, I told you,

I'm not a priest.

But he thinks you are,
that's all that counts.

That don't make sense,
he's not even a Catholic.

But that doesn't matter,
he wants to repent.

Honey, I didn't come to this
stinking town to save souls.

Well, what did you come for?

For this, honey, $7,000.

Congratulations,
you're a rich man.

Dallas, this town
has done nothing

except kick you in the teeth.

You had to take it because
you had no other way out.

Well, now you
have-- come with me.

You don't understand.

Cyrus is waiting.

He hasn't much time.
-Neither have we.

When those men get here, they're
going to take this place apart.

There will be nothing
left except the nails.

honey, come with me.

I think he's dying.

Who cares?

When that deputy wakes up, he's
going to come looking for me.

Now, I gotta get out of here.

I can't do that
old man any good.

Well, you know
better than that.

You can help him die in peace.

It ain't the plague, Barnum.

It's coming from the water.

They got that cured.

How'd you get this?

From the deputy himself.

There's something else--
we've been wasting our time.

Ain't nothing down
there worth taking.

What are you saying?

Well, the bank shipped out all
its cash and from what I saw,

the town ain't
worth spitting on.

If it ain't the plague,
Barnum, we might be facing

too many guns to chance it.

Maybe we'd better pull out.

Well I ain't gonna risk
my life on a gamble.

All right, all right,
it's your choice.

Go on, tell the others.

Well, what are you
hanging around for?

I told the bad news
for them to hear.

I got some good news.

I seen Boone Shadler.

Shadler?

Oh, you're crazy-- he's in
jail, due for a hanging.

Mm, and broke out
less than a week ago.

I'm telling you, I saw him.

He's dressed up like a
priest, but I saw him.

Sure, that's the
priest that busted me.

Well, if he's on the
run, what's he doing

in a sun blister like Selkirk?

I think he's got about
7,000 good reasons.

Couple years ago, he
robbed a Wells Fargo

office, took off with
the money, got caught

the same day in that town.

They never found the money.

Padre?

Cyrus?

I wanna confess.

Yes, I know.

I like your style.

You didn't try to shove
salvation down my throat.

Well, anytime
you're ready, Cyrus.

It's uh-- it's gonna
be a long, dry one.

There's another jug over
there on that shelf.

Would you pour me one?

You know, it ain't
gonna be easy.

The devil's doing a war dance
around my soul right now.

Thank you.

You know, all the other
gospel sharks I've ever known

would have condemned
my soul to hell

for drinking on my deathbed?

Well, all priests aren't alike.

Thank God for that.

You know, the meanest
death in the world

is being preached to death.

Do you know this is done?

Well, you just tell the worst
and talk low, like a funeral.

That's close enough.

Now go ahead.

Well, I uh, spent most of
my years up in the northerns.

Now up there, a fellow takes his
women and his whiskey the way

they come because
it's the only thing

'tween near living and nothing.

And I don't regret
one minute of it.

Now, there are some
things I'm sorry about.

Do you wanna hear them?

As long as it
doesn't take forever.

There are other-- see, there
are other people waiting for me,

Cyrus.

I'll be quick.

Well, when I was young
I was wild and restless.

I'm sorry about the crow squaw
I wintered with and then left.

Sorry about the son I never had.

I'm sorry about all
them buffalo I killed,

'cause they're most all
gone now, like the men

I broke trail with.

And I'm sorry for near
dying a blind, [inaudible],

stubborn old man, not seeing
God when I spent most of my life

under His sky,
walking on His ground,

taking the fruits of His
land, and hating Him when it

was me that made the choices.

Well, that's it.

Do you think He heard me?

If there's a God, he heard you.

But just because
you told it all,

you can't expect St. Peter to
be there to shake your hand.

Thanks.

Dallas?

There's $87 in that trunk there.

Now, you promise
me you'll take it.

$87?

That's the best
offer I ever had.

[wheezing laughter]

Cyrus?

Cyrus?

There's nothing holding
you here now, Dallas.

Dallas, think it out-- we both
been trapped for a long time.

This is our chance to get out.

OUTLAW: There he is.

Hey there, hold up.

[gunfire]

[gasps]

Drop the guns!

[gunfire]

Hold your fire.

[gunfire]

I wish you'd have
come when I asked you.

I'm sorry.

[CHOKING] Are
those tears over me?

I'll be damned.

I don't think you will.

[chuckles]

Who is he, Newly?

I don't know, Marshal,
I honestly don't know.

His name was Walsh,
Father John Walsh.

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NARRATOR: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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