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♪

-"Gunsmoke," starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

-[ Humming ]

[ Birds chirping ]

-Hold up.

Whoa.

Come along.

Ho.

Hold up. Ho.

Giddy up.
Giddy up.

-Hold it right there.

-I got no gun...

no money, nothin'.

-You got no eyesight.
I'll swear to that.

What do you think I was,
standin' over here

puffin' smoke, a chimney pot?

Them potatoes got better eyes
than you got, Skyler.

-You got the wrong man.

My name is Sargent.

-Is that so?

Is your first name still Quent?

-Well, there's a lot
of people named Quent.

-Well, Quent, lots of people,

you're the man I come to see,
come a long way to see.

-Where from?

-Jefferson City, Missouri.

-State prison?

-That's right.

-Who are you, anyway?

-You tell me who I am, Quent.

You tell me who's the last man
on this whole wide world

you'd ever want
to see again, huh?

Sargent, if that don't beat all.

The only stripe you ever had

was that yellow one,
runs up your back.

-All right.
All right.

But when I went
into that smoking car,

two lawmen cut down on me.

I bolt and run.
I admit it.

I bolt and run.

But I thought you'd done already
uncoupled that engine

and that -- that express car.

I thought you and, uh,
the front end of that train

would be clean across the river
by then.

Otherwise I'd a --
-You'd a-what?

-I didn't have much time.

-We did.

10 years apiece they gave us,
me and Bronk and Tully.

That's a whole lot of time,
10 years.

-You come to kill me?

-Quentin?

-Go on back in the house.

-Quentin?

Well, I was just gonna say
you could come on in to eat now.

-No, I -- I ain't hungry.

You run on back
to the house now.

-This is Mrs. Sargent!

Well, ma'am,
I can't tell you what a pleasure

it is to meet you.

I'm a longtime friend
of your husband's here.

-Geneva, I, uh...

-You didn't tell me
she was so pretty, Quentin.

Did you say somethin'
about eatin', ma'am?

My name's Hackett.
I'm the new hired hand.

♪

♪

-Rain stopped.

-Well, out there maybe,
but not in here.

-I'll fix that roof
for you first thing tomorrow.

-Oh.

-The shingles is rotten.

-Might as well try
to patch up a rain cloud.

-No. No.
I said fix, not patch.

-If Miss Geneva
wants a new roof,

that's what she's gonna get.

-Did you hear that, Quentin?

-You a traveling man, Hackett.

Shinglin' a roof takes time.

What do you want here, my skin?

Then take it.

But leave her alone.
She don't know nothin'.

-Nothing's what she married.

That's the first thing
she knows.

-I got my pride.

-I bet you even got the box
it came in.

-More coffee, Mr. Hackett?

-Yes, ma'am, Miss Geneva.

-Quentin?

-I need somethin' stronger.

-Well, you have family back
in Missouri, Mr. Hackett?

-Uh, no, ma'am.

-You never got married?

-No, ma'am.

-Hackett's always been too busy
for the ladies.

-Oh, Quentin.

I can't hardly believe that.

Why, Quentin, aren't you gonna
offer Mr. Hackett a drink?

Or don't you use whiskey,
either?

-Oh, I use it, Miss Geneva.

I just ain't married to it.

[ Both laugh ]

-Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that the way
it sounded.

-No offense, Miss Geneva.

-You want some of this?

-Huh, yeah, Quentin,
I don't mind if I -- if I do.

There you go.

Well, here's to women!

-[ Laughs ]

Great dragglin' drawers!

What you got in there,
Skyler, dead hounds?

-It's just a might green.

I'll get you some branch water.

-Oh, did -- did I hear
you call my husband Skyler

or somethin' like that?

-No. No.

What he said was --
-Yes.

You heard right, Miss Geneva.

Fact is, your husband
here puts me in mind

of a man I know, used
to go by the name of Skyler.

-Oh.

-[ Sighs ]

Yeah.

Reckless fellow, old Skyler was.

Lived by the gun, and he'll
probably die by it, too.

You keep feedin' me like this,

Miss Geneva, I'm just liable
to never get down to Mexico.

-Mexico?

-Me and Tully and Bronk,

we decided we need a change
of scenery.

-Oh, are you here with friends?

-Well, as a matter of fact, I
was just about to excuse myself.

They're waitin' for me in Dodge.

I'm gonna go
and tell 'em about my new job.

-Do you mean to tell me
that you --

you've got friends a-waitin'
for you

while you be a-workin' out here?

-Well, when they hear
about this home cookin'

and this pretty lady
of the house,

they're just liable
to be climbin' your ridgepole

come sunup, just beggin'
to help work on that new roof.

-You stop it!

-You can't bring them out here.

Lord have mercy.

-I'm just askin' the boss here
for a couple dollars

advance on my wages.

Guess I'm worth
a little advance, huh, boss?

That's right generous of you.

If I was you, I'd raise all
that I could lay my hands on.

-Raise what, did you say?

-A new roof, Miss Geneva,
crack of dawn.

-Uh, Mr. Hackett, you'd better
watch yourself in Dodge City

and stay out of them saloons,

or you're not even
gonna hear the crack of dawn.

-Good night, now, Miss Geneva.

-[ Laughs ]

Night, boss.

-Quentin, what's the matter?

Oh, now, did you want
to go into town with him?

I don't mind.

-No. No.

-Well, I think it's gonna
be real nice havin' somebody

around for you to talk to.

-He just wants money.

-Oh, Quentin, don't begrudge
a friend a few dollars.

Why, one good friend
is worth his weight in gold.

-When you got a friend
like Hackett,

one's all you need.

-Skyler's got a new name.

Other than that and a piece
of ground looks like 50 acres

of snake belly,
he ain't got nothin'.

-You mean he's
a sure-enough croppin' farmer?

-What's he raisin'?

-Dust and, when he saw me,
a fearsome sweat.

-It's been 10 years, Hackett.

We'll let him go
if he comes up with the money.

-There's got to be enough
for horses.

We can't be hittin' no train
without train-hittin' horses.

That's the Lord's own truth.

-Well, if he buys us the horses

and the dynamite,
that ought to square it, right?

I mean, we can't be leavin'
some dead farmer out there.

It's just another problem,
right, Hackett?

-You boys think you can get
all that whiskey

and fun
out of your blood in time

to hit 9:12 out of Hutchinson
tomorrow night?

-That quick?

-Oh, I hear you talkin'.

The quicker, the better,

'fore that marshal
come back into this town.

And I'm gonna blow
them tracks right of the ties.

-There's no short-fusin'
this time, Tully.

-[ Laughs ]
Well, the shorter I light it,

the quicker you light
out, right?

-Lightin' out quick's fine,
Tully.

We just like to do it
under our own power.

Don't we, Bronk?

You boys stay out of trouble,
keep your mouths shut...

we're liable to go down
to Mexico in style.

-[ Laughs ]

♪

-[ Humming ]

-Don't bother to stack
the chairs tonight, Sam.

It's too late.

We'll just lock up.

-Not just yet, pretty woman.

You got a payin' customer.

-We're closin'.
It's been a long day.

-Yeah, but a short evenin'.

-Why don't you go on down
to the Bull's Head?

-No. I'd rather give
you the business.

Whiskey, barkeep.

-Miss Kitty?
-Barkeep, I said whiskey.

A bottle. I mean now.

-Mister, don't threat--

-Whiskey.

-Sam.

-Sam, the best.

Much obliged, pretty woman.

Now, Sam, why don't you just
put that gun up on the bar

so as we can all relax?

If you decide to go for it,
Sam,

be sure and wait until
I've just swallowed the shot.

They tell me the shock
to the system's enough to slow

a man's draw by as much
as a whole tenth of a second.

-Did you ever notice,
Miss Kitty,

how it's always hand-to-mouth
with these gun bums?

-Sam.
-No.

That's all right.
Let him talk.

Go ahead, Sam.

-I mean, Miss Kitty,

if they draw their gun
and don't get to shoot it off,

they immediately start
to shoot their big mouths off.

-Sam, why don't you just
go on home?

I'll be all right.
-No. No.

Sam's an interesting fellow,

ugly, but interesting.

You -- Tell me, Sam.

I mean, suppose I draw again
and shoot my gun.

Would that cure my mouth
trouble?

-Mister, you know,
you surprise me.

You don't look like the kind
of person who'd --

-Yeah, I know.
I'm a bigger man

than to shoot up a barkeep,
right?

-Well, I would have
put it a --

-You know somethin',
pretty lady?

I've had it put to me
every way there is.

And it's always
by some painted pretty like you

who thinks she knows
all about men just 'cause

she's known so many.

Now, Sam!

You're dead, Sam.

Or you would be,

except the pretty woman here
was right in the first place.

I am a bigger man than that,

except she
didn't really think so.

I mean, not really.
She was just --

She just tryin' to use a little
of that calico queen cajolery

on me,

which is what they teach her
to do when they teach her

about face paintin',
waterin' drinks,

and separatin' men
from their money.

-Keep talkin', mister.

You're gettin' bigger
all the time.

-How 'bout you
performin' the honors again?

-Take the bottle and get out.

It's on the house.

-Sam here would be
a lot happier if you pour it.

See, the only way
to deal with a pretty woman

is a big, tough mouth 'cause

you can't shoot her,
and she knows it.

You just shoot her barkeep
instead.

Wait till I drink it, Sam!

He's a slow learner, ain't he?

I told you
I wouldn't shoot you, Sam.

Well, I might just
pink you up here and there,

but nothin' real discomfortin'.

So, next time, why don't you
just go for it, Sam?

I mean, don't spoil
the nice game, just -- I mean,

you might even shoot me dead.

-I swear I'd chance it,
except I just --

-'Cept you ain't got the guts.

-I just cleaned it.

It ain't loaded.

I just remembered.

-I hate lyin', Sam.

And I hate liars worse.

Now, you're just tryin' to save
your big, ugly face in front

of the pretty woman here.

-I ain't lyin'.

-Ain't you?

Now, just how sure are you
that you ain't lyin'?

-Mister, are you crazy?

-Both barrels sure?

You got 'em.

[ Gun clicks ]

[ Gun clicks ]

♪

You load it, Sam,
first thing in the morning.

Miss Kitty, I want to thank you
for the drinks.

I certainly do hope
my little spate of playactin'

didn't cause you or Sam here
any real, genuine uneasiness.

[ Chuckles ] G-good night.

-Don't say a word, Sam.

Just lock up and go on home.

If there's a full moon
out tonight, don't look at it.

♪

[ Pounding ]

-Hey, howdy there,
Quent, Miss Geneva.

Listen, don't mind me.
I'm just tearing your roof off.

-Oh, good lord, Quentin.

-I'm gonna chop it off,
Quentin,

every last sliver of it.

Miss Geneva
wants herself a new roof.

That's what she gonna get.

-Look, Quentin, do something.

He's your friend.

-You know something? Even
your cross boards is rotten.

I never seen anything like this.

I best make a pass cuttin'
that ridgepole.

That might be rotten, too.

Hey, I might have to take
the whole dang top off of it.

-Do you think he knows
what he's doin'?

[ Pounding continues ]

-Hey, beautiful lady-girl,

how 'bout lining up some of
your best chilled stump water?

Your workin' man's growin'
fierce thirsty.

-Hackett, I got to talk to you.

-I need three horses,

three fast-movin',
long-winded, new-shod horses.

You're gonna buy 'em for me.

-Horses like that cost money.

I ain't got that much money.

-Borrow it.

-Well, what if
I can't borrow it?

-Then steal it,
like I did the shingles.

-You stole these shingles?

-What'd you think, I opened up
an account at the store?

-Well, what if a marshal
traces them out here

and finds them nailed
to my roof? What then?

-They gonna find you
nailed up here along with 'em

if you don't shut up.

I need six sticks of dynamite.

Just leave the horses
at the livery.

Bronk and Tully'll pick 'em up.

-You're gonna blow a train,
ain't you?

-That's right.

Tonight,
the 9:12 out of Hutchinson.

I'm spellin' it out to you,

Quentin, so I'll know
you know all the details.

I mean, just in case anythin'
goes wrong.

And also, as a reminder,

you still owe 10 years
to the Missouri State Prison.

That is,
if I don't finish you first.

♪

-I'll do it.

Me and the missus
will drive into town.

Be back in about 2 hours.

-She stays.

Quentin, when you get back,

you'll find her sound
of wind and limb.

-Hackett, if you so much as --
-Quentin,

I'm developin' this fierce urge
to shoot you in the left ear.

Hey, beautiful lady, what's
happenin' with that water?

-Uh, we can rough this out,
Quent, to $62.

-Well, uh,

just put that on my account
if you would, please.

-Mr. Lathrop, Quent, how be it?

-Fine, Festus.

-You mentioned somethin'
else you wanted, Quent?

-Well, I'll, uh...

I'll just take a look around,
see what I need.

-Uh, Mr. Lathrop,
you ain't by no chance

got in no more of them
fancy Texas boots, did you?

-Their drummer promised them
to me the first of the month,

Festus.
-Oh.

I reckon I can wait till then,
uh, seein'

as I ain't gonna have the money
till the first of the year.

[ Laughs ]

See you directly, Quent.

Mr. Lathrop,
what I was meanin' to ask you,

could you set aside a pair
of them high-top stitched ones

that I'm so partial to?

-Well, glad to, Festus.

-Fixin' to blow some stumps,
are you, Quent?

-Yeah, there's a couple
of 'em gettin'

in my way of plowin' out there.

-Well, just keep a eyeball
peeled on your business

and don't go blowin' off
a couple fingers.

[ Chuckles ]

-[ Humming ]

-I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to spook you, honey.

-Mr. Hackett,
don't you be comin' in here

and don't call me honey!

Now you go on. Go on!

-I didn't mean no offense,
Miss Geneva.

I just got worried
about you bein' gone

all afternoon and all.
And --

-Oh, I ain't been gone.

You have.

-Well, just to look for you,
I swear.

-Well,
I been here the whole time,

'cepting for a few minutes that
I walked to the creek an' back.

I had to do a little washin'.

-A little washin', huh?

-Oh, look at that sun.

Quentin'll be here
any minute now.

Oh, see, the stew's almost done.

It sure smells good.

Uh, did you finish that roof
already?

You know,
when I came back from the creek,

I took a walk up there.

And, um, well,
you still had a ways to go.

So I though to myself
you'd probably determined

to go into town after all
to get some more supplies.

And then I-I had occasion
to get to the barn.

And, uh...

And I saw your...

-I'm glad you missed me, honey.

-Don't come any closer to me,

and I asked you
not to call me that.

-No, you told me
not to call you that, honey.

-Now you looky here,
Mr. Hackett.

I'm a married woman
who loves her husband.

-Sure, you are.

I admire that kind
of perseverance

against impossible odds.

-Quentin's a good man.

-Well, I ain't.
But you knew that first time

you ever laid eyes
on me, didn't you?

-I'd never -- I never,
ever gave you any cause --

-I didn't need none.
But if I had, uh,

it would have been enough just
seein' your hair still wet

after a little washin'.

-Well, it weren't for you
I washed it.

I wash my hair every week
about this time.

-Then there's the way
you come lookin' for me --

the roof, the barn, comin' back,

puttin' on that little
clean pinafore frock.

You know somethin', Miss Geneva?

I'm so pleased, I'm just gonna
have to steal me a kiss.

-I'm gonna tell Quentin!

Oh!

[ Door closes ]

-How'd it go? Did you get
the dynamite and the horses?

-Yeah, I got it all right.

What happened to your face?

Where's Geneva?

Geneva?

-Quentin. Oh!
Oh, I was so worried.

-Is everything all right?

-You going to tell him,
Miss Geneva?

-Tell him?

-All right.

I kissed her, Quent.

I kissed your wife.

I said I kissed her, Quent.

Ain't you gonna to do
anything about that?

I'll just wait here
while you go get your gun.

-You agreed you --

-I agreed to nothin'.

All right.

Reckon I'll just have to come
back out here later on, then,

take up where I left off.

I got some business
to take care of first.

Well, why don't you try
to find some of that there pride

you was talkin' about?

[ Laughs ]

or the box it came in.

♪

-I guess I know what kind of man
he is now.

-He tell you anythin'
about hisself?

'Bout me?

-No.

-He's a killer, a train robber.

-And you?

-I ain't never killed nobody.

But 10 years ago, I helped him
plan three train robberies.

-Oh, Quentin.

-He's gonna
rob the 9:12 tonight.

And I -- I borrowed the money
to --

to buy him three getaway horses
and the dynamite.

Like he says,

I owe 10 years' jail time
to the Missouri State Prison.

-Well -- well,
there was just nothin' you --

you could do about it then.

-Ain't never much a man
can do about bein' a coward.

-Quentin, you're not a coward.

♪

-Somebody wrote you a letter.

"Deputy Marshal Festus Haggen,"
some optimist.

-Where'd you get that?
-Well,

it was right outside your door.

If you'd pay attention to
business, you could collect --

-What's it say, Doc?
-Good heavens.

It says, "The 9:12
will be stopped

and robbed between Cimarron
and Dodge City by three men."

-Well, who wrote that?

-Well, it's not signed at all.

Looky there.

-You reckon that could be
a joke, Doc?

-Not very funny.
-Wait a minute.

Ain't Matt in Garden City?

-Supposed to be.
-All right, Thunder.

Look here.

We still got time enough.

We can wire Matt in Garden City
and tell him to catch the 9:12

when it's passin' through there.

-That's a good idea, Doc.

Well, you get a telegraph
off to Matthew.

And I'll get ahold to Newly.

And we'll saddle us
up some horses.

And we'll be headin'
out thataway horseback.

[ Thud ]

-Let's go.

[ Train whistles blowing ]

♪

-Go ahead on! Go ahead on!

-Messenger, you got 5 seconds
to open it up.

Open it up, nobody gets hurt.

The money, hand it over.
Come on --

-U.S. Marshal.
Drop the gun!

[ Gunshots ]

-Should have took care
of Skyler first.

-Who's that man, just rode off?

-Should have buried Skyler
first.

That'd made more sense.

-Who was he?

-Did you ever
hear of Will Hackett?

-I have.

-Marshal, we seen a man
headed east, ridin' fast.

-Matthew, when I heared
that dynamite blow up,

it brung it to my mind
quick about Mr. Lathrop

sellin' dynamite
the very same day.

-Who'd he sell it to?

-Quent Sargent.

He said he was fixin'
to blow some stumps.

-Newly, I've got to
have your horse.

♪

-Geneva.

Geneva --

-I know, Quentin.

He's coming back for us.

-No. No. I done it.

-The deputy got the note.

-Quentin,
he's coming back for us.

-You ain't listenin' to me.

They'll be waitin' for him,

probably already
over there by now.

I know Hackett.

He'll have a gun in his hand

when he opens up
that baggage car.

And they'll be waitin' for him.

-A little while back, maybe I
was asleep for a little while,

but it wasn't exactly a dream.

But I saw him coming back.

-He told me he'd never
be taken alive again.

-Be us dyin', Quent.

Oh, he'll be callin' me honey
and lookin' at you.

But it'll be us dying.

-I'll saddle that plow mare.

We'll go over to Johnson's.

Come on.

♪

We'll stay over at
the Johnsons' till it's light.

Then maybe in the morning,

we'll hear
they're tracking him down.

-[ Humming ]

Quentin?

Miss Geneva?

-Oh, good lord.

-I've come back for my wages.

You in the house, Quent?

Miss Geneva?

Now here's the peculiar thing: I
can smell that sweet white soap

Miss Geneva used on her hair.

Like she just passed this way,
just came out of the house.

I got to figure
out which way she was headin'.

That sweet white soap's
gettin' stronger.

Quentin?

You wouldn't be hidin' from me,
would you, Quentin?

I mean, there'd be reason
for you to do that.

A man comes for his wages,
ain't no need to hide.

[ Vocalizing ]

I mean, unless, of course --

Unless --

unless you got confidential
with the marshal.

Did you do that, Quent?

Huh?

I just heard me somethin'.

Honey, you 'round and hidin'
from ol' Hackett?

I mean, there'd be no cause
for you to do that.

The most I'd be doin' to you
is kiss you again.

The most I'd be doin'
to old Quent is --

Well, now, I guess old Quent
would have to die kind of slow

if he ratted on us.

I don't exactly know what'd
I'd do with a honey lady-girl,

her knowin' about it.

I mean, I like to do a job right
when I do it.

Well...

I guess they're not
in the barn.

I sure see that.

I wonder --

[ Chuckles ]

They're probably
asleep in the house.

I just swear that honey
lady-girl passed through here

not more than a minute ago.

It's mighty strange, as anybody
can see that this barn is empty.

[ Humming ]

-I'd swear he knows
we're in here.

-Oh, Quentin.

I'm scared.

I'm stone scared.

-I got to face him.

-No.

-I got to face him now,
before I lose my nerve.

-Quentin, he'll do things
to you.

No.

-I don't care.
I don't care.

I've got to go.

Put that bar back in the door.

-[ Humming ]

That smell of Miss Geneva
is powerful strong,

real powerful strong.

She just got to be nearby here
somewhere.

Miss Geneva, you playin' it coy?

You in here, Miss Geneva?

[ Sniffs ]

Oh, yes, indeed.

You in here all right.

[ Sniffing ]

Honey, I just want to teach you
a few things about kissin'.

I mean, there's times when --

when a girl's entitled
to bite and scratch.

There's times when she's not.

[ Sniffs ]

Yeah, you in here, all right.

I can smell that sweet soap

Miss Geneva used
down by the creek.

[ Humming ]

-[ Gasps ]

-Why, you little dickens, you.

You hidin' in that tool
shed, ain't you?

I bet old Quent's right
in there with you,

just a-sweatin' blood, right?

-Wrong!

♪

-This is from me to you.

I didn't bother
tyin' a ribbon around it.

-Oh! [ Groaning ]

Leave her be.
It's me you want!

-I'll get around to you.

I just want you
to watch somethin' first.

Never seen a girl
so partial to me before.

I'm comin', honey!
-Leave her alone!

-I'm comin', Miss Geneva!

I'll be there in a minute,
sweetheart girl,

sweet, little girl-lady.

[ Horse neighs ]

[ Gasps ]

♪

-Hold it right there!

-Geneva, it's all right.

It's all right.

Open up.
Open up.

It's all right.
Open up.

-All right.
Let's get up.

-It's all right now.

Everything is all right.

-Quent, I'm afraid
you and I are gonna

have to have a little talk
about that dynamite you bought.

-There'll be more to talk
about than that, Marshal.

I'll be comin' in to see you.

-Let's go.

-Be another time,
I guess, Quent.

-Maybe.

But the next time,
I'll be waitin' for you,

not hidin' from you.

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-[ Inhales sharply ]

[ Chuckles ]

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-Stay tuned for scenes
from next week's "Gunsmoke."

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