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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.

[piano music playing]

[muffled cheering]

[snoring]

[gunfire]

[cheering]

[snoring]

[gunfire]

Marshal?

If I'd known there was
going to be drovers--

and it's three
hours before dawn,

I'm gonna get some
sleep somewhere.

Well, where you going?

Outside of town.

[gunfire]

It's like getting caught between
a shootout and a sawmill.

[snoring]

Well, I gotta ride down to
Hays in the morning anyway,

so you two might as
well go on into Dodge.

I'll see you when I get back.

[gunfire]

Good luck.

[snoring]

[gunfire]

[cheering]

[glass breaking]

What in the tarnation's
going on out there?

[shouting]

[gunfire]

FESTUS: [SHOUTING] Watch what
you're shooting them guns!

DROVER: What's your
problem, Old Timer?

FESTUS: You betcha I
got trouble, you hoopla,

bow-legged knothead.

[collective gasp]

We were just celebrating, Pops.

We been out in the
rain for two months

sleeping with the cows, and the
prairie dogs, and the horses.

And we got just one
night to spend in town.

[cheering]

[glass breaking]

[gunfire]

Dadburn blabberty-mouthed,
hooch-soaked bunch

of willow-wallowing waddies
squallin' their blame brains

out-- where's Matthew at?

He went to Hays.

Well that's a blame good idea.

Feller trying to get his self
a little quiet night's sleep--

what do you get?

A bunch of blame waddies down
there, a heel-squattin' idjuts

a squallin' their-- what
I'm fixin' to do is go down

and get myself a beer.

Good.

[shouting]

How are your pockets?

Well-lined.

Oh, you are the handsomest.

[shouting]

[harmonica music playing]

[shouting]

[glass breaking]

[shouting]

[gunshots]

All right, Boys, fun's over.

[groaning]

I'm tired of telling
you to keep down.

This is the third fight tonight.

Larry?

Bar's closed.

[angry shouting]

Now wait a minute, Sheriff,
now we plan on going till sunup,

right?

CROWD: Right!

And we pay all
our damages, right?

CROWD: [shouts affirmation]

And you know that.

Now why don't you just
go on and go to bed.

Right?

CROWD: That's right!

Now it's getting out of hand.

Aw, come on, as long
as there's a moon,

we got some howlin'
to do, right, boys?

[cheering]

All right, boys,
just quiet down,

now listen to the Sheriff.

Time to call it a night.

Come on, Jesse, we still
got some rollin' to do.

Now Link, you know
if we make trouble

in this town, Mr. Carpenter,
he not gonna like it.

MAN: Aw, Jesse, come on.

[groaning]

Well, I guess he's
right, let's get moving,

or we'll all end up riding drag.
Come on.

Good night, my dear.

[disgruntled murmuring]

All right, Murph,
move them out.

Come on, all of y'all.

If you haven't got a bed,
you're welcome to use the jail.

MAN: Come on.

MAN: Oh, come on,
let's get out of here.

[crowd murmuring]

Watch where you're
going, you knothead.

Where's everybody going?

It's all over, let's
git and go to bed.

[crowd murmuring]

I'll take me a beer, Barkeep.

Sorry, the bar is closed.

The bar is closed?

You mean I got into my duds
and come down here for nothing?

Alls I want is one
little bitty old beer.

BARKEEP: I said
the bar is closed.

Don't you serve
that yahoo, Barkeep,

he's a red-tailed,
turkey-toed, tubaloo.

[laughter]

Jesse?

Jesse Dillard, you old
skillet banger, you, where

in the tarnation you been at?

Festus.

It's good to see you.

Are you with all these
ruckus-raisers, here?

I sure am.

Still a doughbelly.

I'd buy you a drink,
but-- but how much we

owe you, including the damage?

Well, I guess uh,
$40 will do it.

Thanks for stepping in.

Oh, they good men, Sheriff,
just not town broke.

The liquor talks
mighty loud when

it gets loose from the jug,--

Jesse--

-- ain't that right, Festus?

Jesse, we ain't going
to sleep without some

of that harmonica music.

Oh, there ain't no
lullabying tonight.

Aw.

You guys got to get some sleep.

Pulling out in the morning.

MAN: All right.

MAN: So long, Boys.

[chuckling]

Still a'tucking them
in, are you, Jessee?

I sure am.

You ain't changed a notion.

What you doing here?

Oh, we was delivering
some prisoners down here.

Prisoners?

Yeah.

Well you ain't telling
me you're a lawman?

Oh, course I am.

I been a deputy-ing for the
Marshal there in Dodge City.

Well look, I-- I got to
see that the boys get bedded

down tonight, so I'm gonna--

Oh fiddle now, Jesse-- they
can go without lullaby-ing

for one night.

We ain't saw each other
in a whole mess of years.

Come on, stay.

Sure, Festus.

[chuckling]

Jesse, tell me one thing--
you still pan cook them

taters in that Texas butter?

Sure do.

And them calf fries, and plenty
of sopping gravy and biscuit?

Festus, are you hungry?

Jesse, I'll tell
you-- I never figured

I'd get to taste
your cooking again,

but I ain't a fixing
to go to bed till I do.

[chuckles]

Well sir, you know that
blamed old rattlesnake glommed

onto my leg right there.

Why it swolt up bigger than a
mushmelon, didn't it, Jesse?

Sho nuff.

Here we was, a hundred miles
from nothing, no doctor.

You know what Jesse
went to work and done?

He cut that there snake bite
and sucked out the poison,

and he doctored me back
to where I was fit enough

to take on a grizzly bear.

When he joined up, they had
him eating dust riding drag,

but before it was over,
Festus here was a top hand.

Shawnee Trail-- hate to
tell you how long back.

Musta been some good times,
and a lot of hard work, too.

You betcha.

Dawn to dark.

If it ain't hot enough
to sunburn a horny toad,

it's raining, or stinging sleet.

You know, sometimes
the cattle get

so skittish you have to ride a
mile before you can even spit.

[chuckling]

[door opening]

Morning.

Morning.

Good morning.

You're under arrest,
Dillard-- U.S. Marshal.

On your feet.

Whoa, and what's
going on here, Marshal?

Drop the gun belt, left hand.

Would you mind explaining?

Not my job to explain,
just to bring him in.

The gun belt.

No.

Now you just--

Stay right where you are.

Festus.

We're lawmen too, Marshal.

Lawmen?

From Dodge City.

What are you doing
here in Tribune?

We been delivering prisoners.

What's he to you?

He's my friend.

Your friend's an
escaped convict.

Jesse?

Broke jail a year ago, Festus.

Well what in blazes
was you doing in a jail?

I shot a man.

I want that gun belt.

Jesse, don't try
nothing foolish, now.

All right, Dillard.

Well, can't I take just
a spell to talk to him?

You want to talk to him, he'll
be in the prison at Unionville.

Let's go.

Jesse, if they's anything
we can do, just say it.

There's nothing, Festus.

Nothing.

Bye.

[door closing]

JESSE: It's a long
way to Unionville.

Meaning what?

Only reason you took me
alive was them two back there.

I didn't want them
mixed up in it.

You know, I had my fill
of being locked up.

No more.

I took a lot of
men back, Dillard.

Be a holiday in hell 'fore
one gets away from me.

Hm.

[hoofbeats]

That's our trail cook, Mister.

You're gonna have to
get yourself another'n.

Then it's plain you know
nothing about a trail drive.

No cook, nobody works.

That'll leave 5,000 head of
prime cattle left to stray.

That'll make Mr.
Carpenter real upset.

Who's Mr. Carpenter?

Oh, he just owns the
Big T. He's acting

trail boss on this drive.

And he loves Jesse's cooking.

Well, you tell
him he's just going

to have to tighten his belt.

Well Sir, I'd hate to
be the one to do that.

I think it's best we just
bring Jesse along with us.

Murph, you and the boys
get on back to camp.

Move aside, boys.

Murph!

You'll only get yourself
into bad trouble.

He's talking sense, Boy.

[clicking]

[whinnying]

We're coming through.

Put it away, Murph--

[gunshot]

Come from over there, Festus.

Giddy up.

Ah--

That was an accident.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Somebody's coming.

Jesse, that was an accident.

Get on out of here.

Get up.

MURPH: That was an accident,
I didn't really shoot him.

MAN: Come on, get out of here.

[shouting]

MAN: Jesse, whoa, whoa.

That bunch from
your outfit, Jesse?

[GASPING] H-he
knows where they are.

[panting]

He'll need a doctor.

We'll take him back to Tribune.

Well, you can doctor
him, can't you, Newly?

Not this, Festus.

There's a bullet in there and
I don't have my instruments.

I gotta take him
back to Tribune.

No, no.

I'm taking this
man to Unionville.

Tribune is the wrong direction.

There's a bullet
in you, Marshal.

You better listen
at him, Marshal,

because he knows what
he's talking about.

Plug up the bleeding as
best you can and-- there's

some bandages in my saddlebags.

[grunts]

You'll still need a doctor.

The one in Unionville.

You'll never make it.

Hurry up, Festus.

[coughing]

All right, all right, all
right, take me to Lovelock,

it's on the way.

But listen to me--
them drovers--

they'll be back as sure as
there's sun in the morning.

I seen't it before.

He's right.

I know Dave Carpenter--
they'll be coming back.

Don't you get caught in it.

Newly, what do you think?

Now wait a minute,
we're all three the law,

and we're bound by it.

We're going to Lovelock.

[coughing]

[bang]

Shooting a lawman?

I ought to get
rid of all of you.

Well, it was an
accident, Mr. Carpenter,

he was taking Jesse to prison.

And by the looks uh that
old Marshal, he's mildewing.

We thought we could uh,
put the spurs to him

and uh, well, he
wouldn't do nothing.

Right.

Well, now it's
them old mossbacks

and them codgers that are tough.

Now you're sure he's not dead?

Well, he wasn't hit that bad,
Mr. Carpenter, then them two

fellas came on us and
they patched him up

and him and them
fellas rode off.

Link said that uh, Jesse knew
one of them-- friend of his.

Yeah, that's right,
uh, I seen them

in the us, saloon together.

Jesse was calling
him, uh, Festus.

Well, that hardnose is hurt
bad enough to take on some help.

[mooing]

Jesse gone one day and
that coffee already

tastes like river bottom.

Well uh, what are we
going to do, Mr. Carpenter?

Well, we owe Jesse
too much to let him

rot in some stinking prison.

That lawman being wounded,
he'll-- he'll see a doctor.

They headed north-- Unionville.

Unionville?

That's 60 miles away, that's too
far for a man who's been shot.

Lovelock's a lot closer.

Mount up.

Move.

Try not to move too much.

[coughing]

JESSE: He's bad off.

What you going to do with
me if he-- if he dies?

I don't know.

Jesse, I got to ask this
sooner or later-- how's

a come that you went
and shot that feller?

Well, it's not much
of a story, Festus.

After Abilene, we both
went our own ways.

I worked trail drives till
old man Smith went broke.

Then drifted a lot,
finally got a job

cooking in a logging camp.

The job's done, foreman tries
to give me half my wages,

but I want them all,
so he run me off.

You went back for your money?

Just what was mine.

Broke in the paymaster's
office, they catch me.

Foreman strapped me to a tree
and puts a bullwhip to my back.

They beat me like
a scavenging dog.

When they cut me
loose, I grabbed

me a gun from one of his
men and I shoot him down.

I don't know how I
missed killing him,

'cause I sure in hell tried.

How's a come you
busted outta jail?

They could have just
locked you up for six

months, or a year at the most.

10 years, hard labor.

Maybe I had it coming, Festus.

But I growed up a slave--
somebody's property.

In the war, Jesse Dillard had
his first taste of freedom.

And I swore I'd never be taken.

But there I was, just
like my pa and his pa,

whip scars on my back
and under lock and key.

Property-- facing 10 years.

I don't think I could
have made it, Festus.

Would have ended up dying
or killing somebody.

I can't be locked up no more.

I know.

Here, upstairs to the right.

Are they the only keys?

Yes, Sir.

Gonna need a doctor
as soon as possible.

Yes, Sir.

Is there a sheriff
in this town?

Yes, Sir, across the street.

Well, you go get him, tell him
I wanna talk to him right away.

Yes, Sir.

All right, Dillard let's go.

[coughing]

Easy now, easy.

Just easy.

Let's turn around.

You grab his feet, Festus.

[pained gasping]

In another room,
anchor him to something.

[panting]

I reckon he wants you to get
locked to that there bed post.

I ain't gonna do it, Jesse.

I'm running from the law,
Festus-- meaning you, too.

It's a long ways
down there, anyhow.

[door closing]

[gasping]

All right.

All right, get it over
with so I can be on my way.

I'm afraid not.

What?

That bullet's still in there.

That means I'll have to operate.

[knocking]

Excuse me.

Come on.

This here's Sheriff Bradley.

What seems to be
the problem here?

Name's Halstead,
United States Marshal.

These two men are deputies.

Well, what can I
do for you, Marshal?

I got a prisoner
in the next room.

I expect some men to
be coming for him.

I expect trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Like the Marshal
says, a bunch of men

from an outfit called the Big T.

Big T?

Well, that's Dave Carpenter's
outfit-- who could

you possibly have
that he'd want?

Their trail cook.

I got a federal warrant
for him, that's why.

I figure them men to be
here late today or tonight,

and I figure them to be trouble.

Well, I-- I guess I
could deputize a few men.

Yeah, I-- I'd do it now.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do, Sherrif?

I don't know, but
if they think I'm

gonna mess with
that Big T bunch,

they got another thing coming.

They'll tear this
town up by the roots.

Just don't understand all this
fus over some nigger cook.

[harmonica music playing]

He carried that bullet
for nearly a day,

lost a lot of blood doing it.

Just have to wait.

[hoofbeats]

He ain't here, Mr. Carpenter.

Where is he?

Over to the hotel.

With the marshal?

-And a couple of deputies.
-Deputies?

SHERIFF BRADLEY: Yes, Sir.

I thought you said one of
them was Jesse's friend?

We're here to get our friend.

I ain't going to
do nothing to stand

in your way, Mr. Carpenter.
-That's good.

DAVE CARPENTER: Jesse?

Jesse, we've come for you.

Just stay right where you are.

The whiskered on there,
that's Jesse's friend.

The Marshal, he all right?

He's bad off.

We're mighty sorry about that.

But it was an accident-- one
that could have been avoided

if he hadn't been a damn fool.

What's that there
supposed to mean?

It means that you could
make the same mistake.

We're here to get Jesse.

It can be easy or
it can be hard.

Depends on how you make it.

You think about it.

You got till daybreak.

Festus, Jesse's a
friend of yours-- badge

don't change that.

Nobody can expect
you to stand up

against Carpenter and his
men-- they want the same thing

for Jesse you do.

So I was thinking-- why
don't you slip out the back,

ride to the next town and wire
Marshal Dillon for some help?

I know what you're saying,
Newly, much obliged.

But you know blame well
Matthew couldn't get here

in time to help us out none.

Jesse, he's my friend,
but I'm staying.

[door opening]

Things get to moving, they
awful hard to stop, ain't they?

[music playing]

Drucker?

Yeah?

You better ride out to camp,
round up the rest of the men,

bring them back here.

I got a feeling we're going
to need a big show of force

to bring them around.

Yes, Sir.

Newly, one of
them's a riding out.

Probably to get the others.

Drovers here?

Yeah.

[chuckling]

Me in bed, just like
a woman giving birth.

[knocking]

Who is it?

CLERK: It's the clerk--
brought you some breakfast.

Come in.

Morning.

Uh, eggs, coffee, hot biscuits.

I'll uh-- I'll just--
uh, m-m- Mr. Carpenter's

downstairs in the lobby.

He asked to talk
to one of you two.

Much obliged, Mr. uh--

Glass-- Abel Glass.

NEWLY: Festus?

You want me to go
downstairs and talk to him?

No, I;ll talk to him, Newly.

Jesse?

This here Carpenter,
can you trust him?

You can trust him.

You're Festus?

I uh-- I didn't figure
you to be a lawman.

It ain't never been
harder to be one.

Let me uh, tell you
a story about Jesse.

He told me he broke
out of prison,

but I hired him anyway--
best man for the job.

Before he came, I uh, I
had men that uh, well, they

just worked for their wages.

Most of the time
they were pulling

in different directions.

But Jesse, he uh-- he settled
them-- pulled them together.

Now we're an outfit.

Those are my reasons.

Now I'll tell you my
mens'-- rain or shine, three

hot meals a day, fast and good.

But that's only part of it.

Jesse was doctor, banker,
friend, brother, and sometimes

father depending on the need.

Jesse's all that to those men.

He was all them
things once to me, too.

Well then how in the heck
can you send him to Prison

Mr. Carpenter, I ain't
got me no druthers.

I'm a swore-in Deputy Marshal.

Now, if I was to let Jesse
go, it wouldn't do no good,

they'd just be some
other feller a tracking

him down, don't you see?

I know that.

It's just not a
matter of keeping

a good trail cook anymore--
it's saving Jesse's life.

I'm going to see to it
that he gets to Mexico.

He'll be free there.

You blame sure ain't
making it easy for me.

Look, we both want the
same thing for Jesse--

to see him free.

Festus, if-- if Jesse
goes back in that prison

he's got 10 or more
years waiting for him.

That kind of a man,
it'll kill him.

I'm gonna need me some
time to study on it.

All right, you take it.

Festus?

Rest of my men are on the way.

You just might
keep that in mind.

Could bash a snake's
head in with one of these.

Those men down there are some of
the best sweat and dirt cowboys

I've ever seen.

Sorry you and Festus got
caught in the middle of it.

[knocking]

Who is it?

FESTUS: It's me, Festus.

Well, he's gave us a little
more time to think about it.

[GASPING] Deputy?

Deputy?

Lay back down.

Lay back.

I been a fightin' it,
but but I'm all out.

You didn't make
no deal, did you?

No, no deal.

He's your responsibility now.

So's that badge you're wearing.

You gotta swear to it.

[gasping]

You gotta swear to it.

[ominous music]

He's a good man,
but he was a fool.

You do what he says,
and more men gonna die.

You got to let me go, not
for myself but-- you're only

gonna get yourselves killed.

Those men out there are
mine, and I don't want

none of them killed, either.

One man dead already,
for God's sake.

Dying man's words, and you
hell bent to carry them out.

[sighs]

I was afraid of that.

I didn't mean for nothing
like this to happen.

Yeah, I know.

What are we going to do now?

Gone this far, there's--
there's no turning back.

But there won't be
any more killings.

How long you want to wait?

I don't know, at least until
the rest of the boys get here.

The more power we've
got, the less chance

there is for a showdown.

You know, I could stand to
hang for murder for this.

You didn't murder him, Murph.

Yeah?

Try telling the judge that.

He was a lawman.

What are you gonna do?

Gonna run?

I was thinking, two of us going
in there and getting Jesse,

then maybe three of
us heading for Mexico.

Yeah, I--

[harmonica music]

It's getting late.

Jesse, I just
hope you understand

why I can't let you go.

It don't make no
difference, Festus.

No matter what happens,
things won't ever be the same.

Gonna miss being the old woman--
that's what the boys call me

when I get ornery with them.

Being a trail cook is important,
and I'm in the best-- sourdough

biscuits that float, beef
swimming in brown gravy,

son of a gun stew
made from the heart.

Only man in camp can
have shortcomings,

long as the food's good,
and the coffee is hot,

and the-- they always
say I talk a lot,

but I'm a good cook,
so nobody objects.

[knocking]

FESTUS: Who is it?

CLERK: It's the clerk.

[harmonica music]

I brought you up some dinner.

Mr. Glass, uh-- much obliged,
but I-I couldn't eat a thing,

myself.

Well, you ought
to eat something.

[rattling]

What about the prisoner?

You can ask him.

I bet you're hungry?

No.

[panting]

Well, there's chili
beans, bread, hot coffee.

I've had saloon food--
tastes like axle grease.

What's that for?

[WHISPERING] That's a
present from Mr. Carpenter.

When it's dark, there'll be
a horse out in the alley.

I'll just leave it here in
case you change your mind.

[door closing]

[music playing]

M-Mr. Carpenter's downstairs.

Tell him I'll be coming down.

DAVE CARPENTER:
How's Jesse doing?

Tolerable.

Well, I uh, was kind of
hoping that he'd be with you.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I didn't
make myself clear,

Deputy-- we're not leaving
here without Jesse.

I figured that all along.

Now maybe you can hold
out against the five of us,

but I got about 50 more
men on the way right now.

Mr. Carpenter, that
marshal a getting

killed, that there
was a accident.

He told us that his own self.

You ride out now,
and chances is, there

ain't gonna be no trouble.

You stay here and you're going
to wind up facing the law.

I got a bad feeling
that we're a lot alike,

only the odds are in my favor.

You're not going to get any
help from anybody in this town,

so it's just you and that
other deputy against all of us.

Now my men have fought border
gangs, whiskeyed Indians, flood

and lighting and beat them all.

Now, if we don't get Jesse back
by the time my men get here,

we'll take this hotel
apart board by board

and build a fire under it.

[crickets chirping]

Murph, uh-- I, uh--

We'll draw old Festus out,
we'll get ahold of him,

then we can bargain for Jesse.

You make it sound
so mighty easy.

We'll make it work.

I'll tell him Mr.
Carpenter wants to see him.

When he comes out,
we'll take him.

All right.

Two bulls butting
heads-- neither of you

are going to give ground.

I'm going back to
prison, Festus, willing.

All right, Jesse, I'll
tell Mr. Carpenter.

Jesse says he's willing
to go back to jail.

He is?

Done it for us-- for them.

Take him!

[shouting]

Drop it.

[gunfire]

MAN: Murph?

Murph?

Come on, Murph?

[gunfire]

DAVE CARPENTER: Put it
down, Link, drop it.

He's still alive, let's
get him to a doctor.

What are we gonna
do if they rush us?

Well, just hold them off
as long as we can, I reckon.

Hope it don't come
to tha-- Jesse,

where'd you get that gun?

Makes no difference.

Put your guns over there and
give me the keys to the cuffs.

Jesse, you're only
making things worse.

Only way out of
this for everybody.

Another man got shot
on account of me--

a lot more gonna be busting
through that door, more

killing.

Only this time won't be,
'cause I'm going to be gone.

Please?

Newly, go down and tell Mr.
Carpenter everything's fine,

that I'm free.

Why don't you tell
him yourself, Jesse?

'cause I'm gonna be
trailing dust to Mexico.

And you tell him--
tell him I said thanks.

I'm not taking any
chances with you,

Festus-- got a hunch
you'd try and stop me.

'fraid so, Jesse.

All right, in there.

So long, Festus.

Mr. Carpenter?

Yeah?

Jesse's gone.

He's got a gun.

Well where in the heck
would he get a gun?

[gunfire]

Out in back.

Jesse?

Jesse?

JESSE: Festus,
what-- what happened?

Easy, Jesse.

Him-- h-he give me that gun.

He was waiting-- waiting for me.

[footsteps]

You know, you old grubworm,
you never got ti taste my best.

What's that, Jesse?

My-- m-my stew.

Some pig feet, hog's ears,
prunes, skull cakes,.

Goat meat.

Sounds plumb larupin.

What happened, Festus?

He was making a run for it.

I stopped it-- I shot him.

I-I was only doing my duty.

I shot him.

Why, he's an
outlaw, a criminal--

there's a reward on him.

You give him the gun, you
planned the whole thing,

you wormy little--

N-no, he escaped from prison.

You tell them.

Deputy?

He was escaping again.

I stopped him.

Now, he was-- he'd
escaped again.

W- What are you doing?

[whimpering]

No.

Carpenter, don't,
he's not worth it.

He's not worth it.

[whimpering]

What do you--

[clicking]

He was an outlaw--
he-- he was an outlaw.

Let's go.

There was-- there was a reward.

I just-- I just did my
duty, I stopped him.

Deputy?

I didn't do anything wrong,
I-- I just did what--

All for a lousy
hundred dollars.

[sighs]

Like to take him with
us, bury him on the trail.

If you don't mind, would
sure like to ride with you.

[spurs jingling]

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NARRATOR: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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