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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.

Uh, ah.

Morning.

Hey, hey, hey, Mister,
you can't sleep here.

Come on, get up.

[coughing]

Look, I'm sorry.

You'll, you'll
have to move along.

Oh, oh, sorry,
I, I got into town

in the middle of the night,
uh, couldn't get a room.

Sure, sure.

I'm looking for some work,
uh, just a day or so.

Oh, oh, work, well,
why, why don't you

try Hank down at the stable.

He can always use
someone to sweep up.

Ah, stable, ah, thanks.

Ah, say, Mister, uh,
what town is this?

Well, it's Dodge City.

Is that so?

Say, old-timer,
why don't you, uh,

why don't you take, take this
and go buy yourself a beer?

Well, thanks, but,
uh, no, no, no thanks.

MATT DILLON: Hank around?

Uh, no, he isn't.

MATT DILLON: Know
when he'll be back?

He didn't say.

Adam?

Adam Kimbro?

Matt, I'm just, uh, doing this
to pick up a little stage fare.

I never could learn not to
draw as an inside straight.

Course you never gambled that
much, so I don't expect you

ever got yourself in
that kind of a fix.

Where you headed?

Uh, Arkansas City, a
job waiting for me there.

A job with a badge?

Oh, any other
kind worth having?

United States Marshal, I
knew you had the makings.

I had a good teacher, Adam.

Well.

How about, uh, how about
sticking around Dodge a day

or two?

Oh, no, I can't do that.

I've got to finish up here
and then get moving on.

Well, look, at least let me,
let me loan you some money

for your stage ticket.

I don't like owing.

You know, I, uh, I've been
riding most of the night.

I'm hungry as a bear.

How about coming over and
having some breakfast with me?

I'd like to, but
you know how it is

when there's a badge waiting.

I understand.

Well, uh, maybe next time.

KITTY: What is it, Matt?

Well, Kitty, you
remember hearing

me speak of Adam Kimbro?

So many times I can give
you chapter and verse.

You started out as
his deputy before you

were old enough because
you lied about your age.

You served under
him for, um, two

years in Moundville, another
year and a half in Coffeyville.

He recommended you for your
first full-time sheriff's job,

and pound for pound, he was the
best lawman you've ever known.

Yeah, you've heard me
speak of him all right.

Why is he on your mind tonight?

He's in Dodge, Kitty,
sweeping out the stables.

Oh, Matt, I'm sorry.

Yeah, by the looks of him,
he's been down a long time, too.

He, he must be
over 60 years old.

Yeah, I gotta do
something for him, Kitty.

I owe that man a lot.

I gotta help.

Well, of course
you do because--

Because what?

Well, maybe you can
see yourself in him.

I mean, um, have you
ever given any thought

to what you're
going to do when you

hang that badge up for good?

I guess maybe I haven't.

Matt, you've given more
than half of your life

to this town and others like it.

What have you got
to show for it?

You don't even have
$500 in the bank.

You know something,
there's times

when a woman can be too
smart for her own good,

even if she is a good cook.

Go on, get out of here.

Go find him.

You're not going to be any
good to anybody until you do.

Kitty, thanks for
the good dinner.

KITTY: Matt, I really
am sorry about Kimbro.

Adam?

Adam?

And then that old drummer
was silky smooth, talk

a cow right out of its calf.

And then there was
Led-- Ledbetter boys.

They come on with a tumbleweed
and singing and laughing

and getting the old
town tearing things up,

proper like when they
had drunk, hey, ah.

Matt, ah, ah, missed the stage.

So I figured I'd lay
over till the morning

and, uh, leave tomorrow.

Well, then, you'll need
a place to stay tonight.

In your jail?

Just a bed.

No, no, well, I got a room.

So I'll, uh, be
going on over there.

MATT DILLON: Come on, Adam.

There we go.

Matthew?

[snoring]

[mumbling]

That old fella went and got
himself good and roostered,

didn't he, Matthew?

Yeah, you know who
that is, Festus?

That's Adam Kimbro.

You mean, your friend,
that Marshal that cleaned up

Abilene way back?

That's the man.

FESTUS: But you
know he ain't just

sleeping off a one-night
bender, Matthew.

It appears more
like a whole string

of them tied into one another.

Yeah, I know.

You know, a fella like
that don't start backsliding

for no reason at all, Matthew.

Well, I'm sure
he's got a reason.

Say, Festus, maybe I'll
make that Buhler today.

Hey, would you tell Louie?

You betcha, Matthew.

Just tell him I want to
take a ride or whatever.

All right.

I'll do it, Matthew.

Adam?

Adam, wake up.

Got some hot coffee for you.

[coughing]

Your coffee could kill lice.

Ah.

Think you could eat something?

Seems like we ate
just yesterday.

Oh, I've got this gnawing.

Belt's cinched down
to the last hole.

Come on.

There we go.

ADAM KIMBRO: Oh.

Sit down, Adam.

[grunting]

MATT DILLON: There we are.

Could use a drink, Matt.

MATT DILLON: Here,
try some more of this.

[coughing]

What happened to you?

Nothing, I'm just on a tear.

Sure, I've seen a lot of
saloons, a lot of dung heaps.

Few white hairs, folks think
you ain't the same man.

Sure you give up a
little something.

Maybe your draw don't bring
rain no more the way it did.

But dammit, when are they
going to see it for what it is?

What you lose in fast,
you gain in savvy.

Should come down to the
man but, uh, it don't.

Fight off those
white hairs, Matt.

Adam, you can do
something for me.

Ah, what?

I got a job for you.

No handouts, Matt.

Well, this is no handout.

I need a man.

It'll be about three days work.

Uh, well, I, I can't.

I got that job a-waitin'.

Arkansas City?

Uh, yeah.

What about your stage fare?

I guess it's, uh, gone.

Three days work, Adam.

Well, Abilene was
a long time ago.

Maybe things have changed.

Maybe you're not
able to do the job.

What sort of job?

Well, there's a gold town
out here named Beulah.

The job is to bring the gold
dust into the Dodge bank.

It can be risky.

Oh, all right.

All right, you got
yourself a deputy.

Ah, all right, Adam,
repeat after me.

I, Adam Kimbro.

I, Adam Kimbro.

Solemnly swear that
I will faithfully

execute all lawful precepts.

Do solemnly swear
that I will faithfully

execute all lawful precepts.

Directed to me
by the US Marshal

for the District of
Kansas under the authority

of the United States.

Directed by the US
Marshal for the District

of Kansas under the authority
of the United States.

Make true returns.

Make true returns, take
only lawful fees, and well

and truly and without
malice or partiality

perform the duties of
the office of deputy

US Marshal during my continuance
in office so help me God.

Feels good, Matt.

MATT DILLON: Good place to
fill up with water here.

ADAM KIMBRO: Ah.

Matt, do you remember
Jake Summers?

MATT DILLON: Uh, huh,
be hard to forget him.

You recall that
night in Roundridge

when he cut that braid of
hair off of that Chinaman?

Turned out he was
only getting started.

Every time he come
in off the trail

use to damn near pull the
whole town up by the roots.

Hell with the lid off.

That night he
busted up the-- ah,

what was the name
of that saloon?

Boneyard.

Yeah, that's it, the
Boneyard, just about

what he turned the town into.

Yeah, well, you were
pretty green in those days.

Yeah, scared, too.

Ah, I don't blame you.

I was scared myself.

I'd been at it a whole
lot longer than you was.

Ah, taking Jake was
just like busting

in on a wolf at meal time.

Ah, Jake and
hellraisers like him,

they sure was
bothersome at times.

But, uh, oh, I miss him.

Him and his sort, not too
many run like him anymore.

Nope.

ADAM KIMBRO: I wonder
whatever happened to him.

MATT DILLON: Yeah, he's dead.
ADAM KIMBRO: Is that right?

MATT DILLON: Yeah,
about 10 years back.

There was a herd stampede
in the middle of the night

and he tried to turn them.

ADAM KIMBRO: Well, that's
the way it ought to be.

Only way for a man like him
to cash in, under the hooves.

A man should have a chance
to die with his boots on.

Tell me about this Beulah.

Not much to tell.

There's one trail
in, one trail out.

They just hoping to ambush.

It's happened.

Matt, why do you
risk it with me?

You saw me this
morning, hands shaking

like leaves in a stiff breeze.

What if there's trouble?

If there's trouble,
Adam, we'll handle

it, just like we always did.

It's been awhile.

It'll come back to you.

Matt, the truth is
I ain't had a job

in more than six years, what
you call a real job, lawman.

Last I wore a badge
was in Missouri.

Town turned me loose.

What for?

Told me I was too
old to do the job.

Oh, there must be
other towns, other jobs.

Ah, I tried them all,
always got the same answer.

How you been making out?

Just like you saw me
yesterday, sweeping out

stables, swamping
up saloons, anything

to pay for that next drink.

Matt, uh, Matt, Matt, you
don't have to worry about me.

I'm not worried, Adam.

Uh, headed due north.

Go by Deerfield.

Yeah, you used to be
sheriff there, didn't you?

Oh, a long time ago, yeah.

It's changed.

Jailhouse was over there.

Huh.

Used to have a room
in the Union Hotel.

That's gone.

Folks hurrying, used to
be still as quicksand,

at least until the trail
rides came through.

Well, towns have
a way of changing.

Tear down the old,
hammer up the new.

Huh.

Charlie Booker, town drunk,
used to pick him off the street

every night, let
him sleep it off.

Eh, I wonder whatever
happened to him.

There was an old
man, uh, Greeley,

Greeley, owned the saloon.

Ah, probably both of
them dead or gone.

Nothing's the same, nothing.

Let's get some supplies here.

I'll just, uh,
take a look around.

Mary?

Mary?

Mary Bentley.

Adam, Adam Kimbro.

Adam.

Well, have I changed that much?

Well, I think we both have.

I can't believe it's you.

Oh, in every bit.

It's been so long, Adam.

Well, riding in, uh, I just
kept looking for a face,

and then I saw you.

And I couldn't believe
you were still here.

I mean, the town we knew is--

It's changed.

But you haven't.

Oh.

MARY: I mean, you're
still a lawman.

I knew you'd never quit.

I saw the church on the
edge of town riding in, uh,

started me recollecting.

I never forgot you.

Kept wondering how you
were, what you were doing.

I--

Same.

There wasn't, wasn't a day.

I've got to be moving, Mary.

I, I, I'm going to be
coming back by this way.

I just would enjoy sitting--
-Mother.

ADAM KIMBRO: Oh, uh.

You promised-- you're late.

You promised to get me a dress.

MARY: I'm sorry, dear.

I ran into someone.

Children, this is
Mr. Adam Kimbro.

We were once very good friends.

This is my daughter,
Melody, and my son, John.

Howdy.

You're Adam
Kimbro, the marshal?

Uh, that's right.

Well, uh, just a
deputy marshal now.

Uh, you heard of me?

Yes, sir.

Lots of times.

You used to be famous.

Oh, John, mind your manners.

Oh, well, he doesn't mean
anything by that, Mary.

That was a long time ago.

How old are you, boy?

14, sir.

14, yeah, that'd
make you about 16?

Next month.

Eh, you, you're the
mirror of what your ma was.

Why, thank you.

It don't seem possible.

Are you going to stay long
in Deerfield, Mr. Kimbro?

Oh.

MARY: Now, Melody, stop
pestering the marshal.

Now, why don't you run
down to the sweet shop

and wait for me there.

Will you be long, Mother?

Only a minute.

All right.

Nice meeting you, Mr. Kimbro.

ADAM KIMBRO: Yeah.

Ah.

I meant to tell you, Adam,
my name isn't Bentley.

It's Simms.

Well, I should've asked you
right off if you was married.

Uh, you, you was always pretty.

Oh, fine kids.

Those are fine kids.

I hoped you'd come back.

I waited.

Did you wait long?

And then I got married to
a good man, fine father.

Well, you wouldn't have picked
anyone who wouldn't be, Mary.

Should I have kept on waiting?

No.

But I should've come back.

Well, things don't ever turn
out the way we want them.

No, they sure don't, Mary.

Goodbye, Adam.

I wish you a lot of luck.

ADAM KIMBRO: Somebody
I used to know.

Adam?

Thinking about how you
should've done things different?

Huh, ah, I guess
I figured as far

as marriage is concerned, uh,
there's no such thing as time.

I thought she looked the
same, like her young 'un.

Did you see her?

Woo shoo, real beauty.

That's the way I remember
her, young, slim, pretty.

Skin smoother than fresh cream.

All those years I carried
a certain memory of her.

Seeing her today, hate to lose
memories, especially them,

uh, good ones.

You got no reason to lose it.

Hang on.

Yeah, she's got a little more
spread to her than I remember,

a few wrinkles, gray hairs.

Like the rest of us.

Course I've had
mine quite a spell.

Fine figure of a
woman, uh, not, not so

what you call pretty
anymore but comfortable,

you know, a nice
comfortable woman.

Got you a woman, Matt?

Ah, silly question,
of course, you have.

Mary, uh, Mary and me, we used
to talk some about marrying

and settling down.

But, uh, I was a lawman.

I didn't want to be
leaving no widow and kids.

She was happy just
being my woman.

But after time, she wanted
more than that, home, kids,

me, all and every bit of me.

But there wasn't room enough for
a badge and that, too, at least

wise not then.

A town up in, uh,
Montana needed taming.

They offered me the job.

I turned it down twice.

Then, the governor himself come
down there and talked to me

and asked me to take it.

Said I was the only man
that could do the job.

So, uh, I left.

If it happened again, I bet you
wouldn't do it any different.

She could've been
my wife, Matt.

Those kids could've
been my kids.

ADAM KIMBRO: Looks like he had
another man's gold in his poke.

Follow the mines.

Would that be them?

It must be something
special, Pa,

if the marshal himself coming?

Hadn't countered on that.

When do we take them, Pa?

Do nothing around
here, oh, unless you

got a hankering to end up
like your cousin, Lenny.

Hey, Pa, when do you figure
they're going to cut him down?

He's up there serving a
lesson, little brother, not

to steal another man's poke.

Well, Moss, what do
you think we're doing?

That'd be enough.

I'm sorry, Pa, but he's family
and just leaving him hanging

there like that, well, we
should see that he gets buried

and read over.

I wouldn't fret on your
cousin not getting read over.

I prayed him into heaven.

Yes, sir, I went into the
church tent, left my last $2,

and told the Lord what a
fine man your cousin was.

You tell the Lord he was
a thieving snake belly.

Why, he'd, he'd shoot his Pa
in his sleep for a gold piece.

No, no, no, I
didn't tell Him that.

Somewheres along the
trail we're going

to be waiting for you, big
man, you and that old mossback

you're riding with.

What are we waiting for, Pa?

We go trailing now,
they'll know it.

We wait a spell, then
we move out real quiet.

Doc?

Evening, Doc.

Hey, Festus.

About done making
your rounds, are you?

Yes, thank heavens, I'm tired.

I've had a busy day.

Oh, I got me a longer night.

I, I got a telegraph
from Matthew

saying that he might not even
be in before tomorrow late.

Oh, well, that's just fine.

That'll give you a chance
to make another day's pay.

And that way, you can square
up on some of your bills.

Wait a minute, I don't owe nary
a soul in this here whole town.

Well, now, just a minute.

I've always considered myself
a soul in this here town.

Doc, are you telling me
you think I owe you money?

You're getting pretty
close to what I mean.

All right, you old scutter,
I ain't got no crystal ball,

you know.

Why don't you send me a bill.

Let me know what I owe you for.

No, no, I wouldn't do that.

No, that'd put too
much of a strain

on your eyes and your
brain and everything.

All right, just
hold on smart Alec.

That there remark didn't
go over my head neither.

Now, I can read a couple
of little ole figures

or a couple of little ole
words on a piece of paper.

Oh, you can, well, we'll
just see about it right now.

What does it say on that badge?

Exactly what does
it say on that?

Well, it says I am a deputy
United States Marshal.

That's what it says.

It says exactly I am a
deputy United States Marshal?

Well, nobody but
an old quack quack

could ask such a
thing as that anyhow.

You didn't answer my question.

I've got work to do.

I don't know about you.

Well, you--

You been a lawman 20 years.

Think you'll ever see the
kind of money that stands for?

MATT DILLON: I doubt it.

That ever get to you?

Get to you?

Not then, it does now.

Eh, it crosses my mind every
now and again that a man could

buy himself a nice
warm corner someplace

and not fret about
the days ahead.

Every think about
10 years from now?

MATT DILLON: Oh, some.

Whatcha gonna do?

Give in to them gray hairs
and just walk away from it?

Well, I won't know that
till the time comes.

Oh.

Peaceful.

Friend of mine up in Montana's
got a place right on the river.

Imagine fishing of
your own front porch?

Wouldn't take much.

Whatever it takes, it's out
of the reach of a lawman.

Course them hill rats we're
packing this gold for,

they'll end up grass-bellied,
falling in velvet.

Well, they earned it.

It's just our job
to transport it.

Our job, yeah, I
recollect, eight,

10 years back I road a shotgun
for some railroad money.

Got bushwhacked, took a
bullet, nudged my liver,

while I protected the money.

All I got from the
railroad was thanks.

Turned me over to
some sagebrush sawbones

that mined that bullet
out with a paring knife.

How many bullets did
they dug out of you?

A few.

Yeah, I can tell.

I've seen you favoring
that leg there.

Oh, you covered up pretty good.

But, uh, it shows now and again.

Yeah, same with me, ooh.

Winter's come, this leg here
stiffens up like a board.

This shoulder
gives me plain hell

every time I reach
for anything higher

than the neck of a bottle.

And I still got a bullet
buried somewhere under my hide

that just plain
torments me anytime.

Well, that's part of the
job, the way I figure it.

Yeah, what we
are is damn fools,

when you come right down to it.

Adam, you know, I, I remember
something you told me one time.

You'd been shot in the
back by Charlie Johnson.

Yeah.

MATT DILLON: Well,
we were waiting

out in the doctor's office.

It was you that said to
me, that's part of the job.

If you're not willing to
accept it, why get out.

Oh, I was right then.

I ain't changing my ideas none.

I, I've always been ready
to die in a harness,

but they took the harness away
from me, Matt, got rid of me.

In the whole wide
world, there ain't

nothing else I know how to do.

Nothing.

Come to the quick of
it, neither do you.

[horses galloping]

Four.

That's the way I'd make it out.

Well, that's interesting.

Sounds like two
of them broke away.

The only way to
get rich is to take.

Now, you get that backbone up
straight and you'll do fine.

All right, Pa.

Now, nice and slow and easy.

You let me do the
talking, ya hear.

All right.

Howdy.

Me and my, uh, boy here
smelled your campfire way back.

We figured wherever
there was a campfire,

there'd be a pot of
hot coffee to take

the chill out of the bones.

Whatcha doing out
here this late?

Oh, we're riding to Purdyville.

Sort of got lost in the
pitch black and all.

Purdyville's straight
ahead, about 20 miles.

Well, we're looking for work.

Know if we can find
any around here?

What's your business?

We've been droving.

Like the marshal said,
Purdyville is straight ahead.

Oh, lawman, huh, are
you looking for someone?

Down.

[gunfire]

[inaudible].

It's like the old times, Matt.

You sure you didn't
plan it this way?

No, I'm afraid you'll have
to earn your $2 today, Adam.

Eh, they'll come back.

You've seen them, just a
notch or two above wolves.

Come on out, you
snakebellied lily-livered

back-shooting coyotes.

We're waiting for you.

That old boy back
there [inaudible].

You hurt bad, Pa?

No, no, just a
little piece of flesh.

I can spare.

We're lucky none
of us got killed.

Pa, let's go home.
-Home?

I thought you boys
was gonna nail him.

What happened?

He moved just I was
starting to shoot, Pa.

You may have got
your Pa killed.

Without me, you'd be
running around like strays.

Now, we'll move
tomorrow morning.

And we'll run them
to the ground.

He ain't going to make much
time with that packmule.

ADAM KIMBRO: Eh,
was you my deputy

when I was chasing that renegade
Breed up the, up the cedar

mountains?

MATT DILLON: That was me.

ADAM KIMBRO: Remember he stuck
a knife in that whiskey peddler

clean up at the Trademark.

Yeah, I remember.

Yeah, trailing him
reminds me of this.

That Breed was, uh, still
as a sleeping snake.

[horses galloping]

That will be them
coming now, Matt.

Adam, I didn't mean for
it to turn out like this.

A man sticks on the
badge, he knows the risks.

Listen, we can wrap
them up right here.

No, I don't want
to do it that way.

I want to stay here
and hold them off.

I want you to ride in.

Me?

I want you to get
this gold into Dodge.

Matt, I'm old, but I
can still do the job.

If I didn't think
that, I wouldn't

trust you with the gold.

Now, get going, Adam.

There's no time.

I'll see you in Dodge.

[gunshot]

All right.

You men throw your guns down.

You're loco, law man.

We know you're up there alone.

There's four of us.

They'll have to scrape
you up with a hoe.

[gunfire]

Shot my hand.

--[inaudible] finish
him off, and get after

that old man with the gold.

Pa, look.

Doesn't matter now.

Adam, what are you
doing back here?

I wouldn't miss
this for the world.

This is the way it should be.

Where's the gold?

They're under a
big balanced rock.

They'll never find
them if they do get us.

I told you to get that
gold back to Dodge.

Sure, you did.

Then you got yourself
pinned down here, boy.

I wasn't about to
let you go it alone.

As long as you're here, work
yourself around to the left

and see if you can flank them.

Flank them?

Coyotes like this, there ain't
but one way to handle them,

Matt.

That's the way we used
to do it, head on.

Come on out, you
egg-sucking pigs.

We're going to give you 10
seconds to throw them guns down

here and give yourselves up.

Well, what's gonna
happen, old man?

We're going to
shoot your tails off.

Come on, Matt, let's
flush them out.

Adam, get back.

[gunfire]

Pa, they're crazy,
both of them.

Hold your fire.

Please, I quit.

All right, throw your guns out
and get your hands in the air.

Pa.

Told you they'd have to give it
up, Matt, just like old times.

No, no, this is
one they can't fix.

Funny, the way things work out.

More years ago than I like to
remember, green young kid come

see me, all knees and elbows.

[inaudible] booted him in the
britches and sent him on home.

But you know, glad now I didn't.

So am I.

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for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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