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[theme music]

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

In the years between
1820 and 1880,

Indian tribes,
repeatedly betrayed

by government treaties, gave
birth to small, renegade bands

bitterly angry at the
white man's encroachment

into the lands they
considered their birthright.

These small bands of Indians
began a series of savage raids

on isolated white
settlements and ranches.

By 1870, these raids had
grown in magnitude and terror

as men, women, and
children were abducted

in ever-increasing numbers.

The men who bought
these captives

and later traded them
into slavery in Mexico

were a gypsy-like and
notorious breed of outcasts

known as Comancheros, a word
synonymous with violence

and terror.

There was one particular
place, a rocky fortress buried

deep in the Western
wasteland, that

became a white slave market.

It was a place where
families were split apart,

children were torn from mothers,
and wives from husbands.

And those who witnessed
these tragedies

called this place
the Valley of Tears.

MAN: This is more like it.

Give them the chalice, Archie.

Mister?

Lawman?

My name's Dillon
from Dodge City.

I'm McCloud.

Just Ian McCloud.

Rachel's my daughter-in-law
and the girl, Marcy,

is my granddaughter.

She's only seven years old.

Rachel's brother Dan,
they took him, too.

Was one of them wearing
a blue cavalry jacket?

[screaming]

Don't fight.

Don't.

[screaming]

[gunshot]

Mom!

Mom?

Little girl?

What's your name?

Hoxie, give the animals a rest.

What about those prisoners?

That wagon's got to
be hotter than Hades.

I never knew you to show
such sweet concern before.

You want them fat and sassy
for Chihuahua, don't you?

Aye.

But now you're speaking of them
as though they were cattle.

Ain't they?

[cries out]

Where are you taking us?

Mexico.

Why?

You mean you don't know?

No.

Why?

Well, ask any one
of those women.

No, you tell me.

Business.

Female business.

Fitz calls them fancies.

Except the ones he's talking
about get paid for it.

Huh?

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

Any more?

Nope.

That's all of them.

Ms. McCloud, I've
got your child.

She's alive.

STELLA: My child?

I got no kids.

And I'm not Mrs. McCloud.

She's dead.

CYNTHIA: And I'm
being taken off to be

sold to the highest bidder?

No better than an animal?

I'll never be able
to live through it.

I can't.

I can't.

It won't come to that.

There's bound to be
some help coming.

Help me.

Please.

Marcy, look what I got for you.

Go on, take it.

[gunshots]

Yah!

Yah!

Comanches.

Comanches.

[non-english speech].

[non-english speech].

Blue jacket,
[non-english speech].

[non-english speech].

What?

He asked us what we were
doing out here and I told him.

He said his people
hated blue jacket, too.

He gives his tribe a bad name.

They're glad he's dead.

[non-english speech].

He wants to know if we want
to share their food with them.

Say yes.
I'm starved.

CYNTHIA: No, please!

Let me go!

Get in there.

Move it along, ladies.

Get in there, now.

Keep moving.

Move towards the back there.

What happened?

Hombre, the young lad
won't be coming back.

Run away.

But your little darling
is here all in one piece.

Fitz, let her go.

Let her go?

Come on, a girl like
that, what she's facing,

she's just going
to kill herself.

Well, when we deliver
her to Chihuahua,

hale and heart and
they get the money

in me pocket, what she does to
herself is no concern of mine.

But I want you to
stay away from her.

Why?

Because she's innocent.

She's untouched and I
don't want her spoiled.

Come on, let her go.

I'll make up the
loss from my cut.

Oh, laddy, that's no
way to turn a profit.

Look, Britt, you
don't stop giving over

to these toe-ful sentiments
about a tearful lass,

we're all going to wind up
dancing on the end of a rope.

You know, you've gone
all soft on me lately.

Yes, you have.

It's my fault. I've
been too easy on you.

My father, God bless
him, had a firm hand.

Yeah.

I reckon that accounts for
your turning out so good.

I reckon it accounts
for me learning

to take care of me-self and
not worrying about others.

Until you, lad.

If you want the truth about us,
I think we're both too far gone

to start any soul searching.

And like they say, the
devil or the hangman.

It's a line of work.

All right, let's saddle up.

Stella?

Yes?

You have any kids?

Nope.

I'm not married.

You have any folks?

Nope.

You have anybody?

I've got me good looks.

That's about it.

You take care of him.

Stella, you ever
afraid of being alone?

No.

[non-english speech].

Where are they going?

They're carrying a message
to Fort McKinney for me.

What for?

Well, the chief said he
spotted the Comancheros.

They've got about 10
white woman with them.

Now all I can do is
hope to get that Emory

girl out of there by myself.

The army, I just
have to hope they

catch up with them before they
get to the Mexican border.

How's she doing?

Handles.

Herself pretty good.

Some of us could take lessons.

Her father's product
been dead two years.

Her mother told me.

Last couple of days,
she's lost her.

All she's got left
is that grandfather.

Thank God he's alive.

Well, she's starting to think
of me in terms of family.

No thanks.

Did she say that?

No, but she rimmed
it real well.

Well, right now she
feels alone and afraid.

I'm not the kind of woman
to-- Marshal, I'm no dove.

Stella, it's not going to
hurt you to go along with her

until we're out of this thing.

Right now, she needs both of us.

Like you said, last couple
of days she's lost a lot.

Britt, join me.

Um, no thanks.

Britt's getting himself in
deep water over that woman.

We're going to
have a talk on it.

He's changing, Tim.

I seen it coming on.

You mind your own business.

You've got to eat.

Why?

Well, cause.

Because if I shrivel up on
you, I won't be worth as much.

What happened
yesterday, I'm sorry.

He was trying to help me.

I'd like to help
you, but I can't.

Why?

Well, the law.

You know too much.

How did you end
up with these men?

My folks were killed, same
as yours, only by Apaches.

They took my sister and me
to that same place I first

saw you-- Valley of Tears.

Good name for it.

I was just a kid.

My sister was 18.

Apache's traded us
to some white men.

Like Fitzpatrick?

Yeah, like Fitzpatrick.

And that was 10 years ago.

You never looked
for your sister?

I don't know.

She probably ended
up in the same--

Same place you're taking me.

You never looked for her?

I used to think
about looking for her.

But I don't want to now.

I know what I'd find.

Later, Fitz picked me
up for jug of whiskey.

Just somebody to tote and fetch.

But it took on to
be more than that.

He had no family and neither
did I. He gave me a life.

Life?

What kind of life is this?

He gave me all
he had to give. .

By the time I was 16, I
seen it all-- burning,

killing, scalping, folks
traded like animals.

I got used to it, like
I did corn whiskey.

Seeing you, first
time in a long time

I'd thought about any of it.

You'd seen others before me.

Yeah, but this time
it hit me different.

Brought back my sister.

Maybe you remind me of her.

I don't know.

You know, I tried to
buy you from Fitz.

For yourself?

Maybe.

But I was fixin'
to set you free.

What now?

Eat.

You often invite one on the
girls out for a late drink.

Oh, from time to time.

It's what they call the
loneliness of command.

Why me?

Why not?

You don't look as
though you're afraid.

And I'm too weary tonight
to fight with one that is.

Am I talking in
good taste, darling?

Mr. Fitzpatrick, you
done said more to me

in two minutes than my poor,
toward deceased husband

did in five years.

Britt?

Wait here, darling.

Don't go away.

I'll be right back.

Ah, Britt, I thought--
thought maybe we lost you.

Took a ride.

Had some thinking to do.

Thinking?

About what?

My sister and that girl.

Don't go stirring
up the past, lad.

Your sister today
is probably married

to a rich man with a fat belly.

You know better than
that where she ended up.

Where they all end up.
Only way out is to die.

Oh, Britty.

You're so nervous
these days, lad.

Why don't you come over and
join us and have a drink?

No thanks.

That boy, he's
important to you.

Aye.

You're quite a man,
Mr. Fitzpatrick.

Well, considering my beginnings
and where I come from.

Ireland.

Surely.

You know, my father, he died
when I was just a wee lad.

Famine.

Potato plague.

God curse it in hell.

I was one of six sons.

They're all dead now but me.

The day I sailed for America,
I buried me oldest brother

Michael, right in the earth.

God's own earth that was
supposed to give us life.

I sailed.

Sailed on a fever ship.

Almost died of typhus.

Coffin ships, they called them.

And they were.

But I survived, lassie.

And since then I tracked
me way through life on me

own muscle, on me own wits.

Stella?

Aren't you supposed
to be asleep?

Do you like the Marshal?

He's a man, isn't he?

Sure I do.

Why?

I could tell.

I see.

What are you brewing up?

Well, ladies, we're going to
be leaving early in the morning.

Mr. Dillon, where do you live?

I live a long way
from here, Marcy.

Dodge City, Kansas.

I've heard of grandpa
talk about Dodge City.

Bet you miss your
grandpa, don't you?

I sure do.

I miss him a lot.

You know, every
once in a while, me

and grandpa used to go down
into town and get some supplies.

And after we finished
loading the wagon,

grandpa would let me
get some liquorice.

Well, he would smoke.

Grandpa likes ladies in fancy
dresses and wearing rouge.

You know, grandpa says a
woman can go farther on rouge

than a man with a horse, a
rifle, and a side of bacon.

What does it mean?

Well, uh-- that means you're
grandpa's a pretty smart man.

You think we'll ever get back

Sure we will.

You better get some sleep now.

When's the last time you slept?

You look awful.

Thanks.

You'll never catch up
to him with us along.

Well, we're not
exactly eating up

distance like a prairie fire.

Face it.

We're weights around your neck.

Leave us here.

Go on by yourself.

We'll be all right.

I can't do that.

You've got no choice.

Getting that girl away
from a pack of cutthroats

is tough enough.

Toting along me and a kid?

It's impossible.

You got to leave us behind
or forget that girl.

That badge is getting
too damned heavy.

Ah.

I been wondering where you were.

Fitz, after we finish
up in Chihuahua,

I'm headed out on my own.

Oh, laddy, laddy,
laddy-- you're letting

this lass turn you around.

No, it's not just her.

She just made me
realize something.

I've lost my taste
for this line of work.

You know, Britt, I've always
thought of you as me own son.

Yeah, I know that.

I-- I just can't take
another one of these trips.

Come on, Fitz.

Let's make this the last one.

Ride with me.

Ride with you?

Where?

Well-- well, what about that
place you always told me about

with, uh-- where the water's
blue and clear on warmer than

a mother's smile
and there's pretty

little brown girls who
wear nothing but-- well,

they don't wear much.

Laddy, there's no such place.

That was just an
Irishman's blissful dream.

Yeah, but we can find it.

What do we use for money?

Well, we'll have enough
when we sell these girls.

For two months, maybe.

Then what?

Rob a bank?

Make up to an aging widow?

What?

You can't quit, can you?

You don't want to.

Britt, it was the
hand that was dealt me.

You, too.

Maybe.

But I'm cashing in.

If you don't have anybody,
do you have a home?

Home?

Home is where you happen to be.

San Anton's where I'm headed.

Do you know anybody there?

Nope.

How can it be home if there's
nobody there to care for you?

Where'd you get all
this sagebrush savvy?

You grandpa?

Every day we'd sit out on the
porch and watch the sun go down

and Grandpa talked.

He sure did.

I wish you and Mr. Dillon could
come live with me and grandpa.

What?

You'd like it.

I know you would.

Afraid Mr. Dillon has his
own life to go back to.

So do I.

All right, girls.

Rest.

Let's go.

Come on, come on!

Something wrong?

Can-- can I talk to you?

Sure.

Britt, help me.

I'll do anything.

Britt, get me away from
here, if you want me.

No.

Don't go.

Don't go.

I like you.

I like you a lot.

Britt, help me.

You know something?

You're pretty.

Almost as pretty as my mama.

No, honey.

Your mother was lovely.

Good night.

Any sign of them?

No.

But I think we'll catch up
with them sometime tomorrow.

She asleep?

That's some kid.

How's that?

She said I was pretty.

You're not the only
pushover around here.

Why don't you ever
say things like that?

Well, you are pretty, Stella.

Don't tell me nobody ever
told you that before.

Maybe.

But always for
the wrong reasons.

It's nice to know
you fill a man's eye.

Especially if it's
a certain man.

Thanks.

Feel silly still
calling you Marshal.

Now I know it's Dillon, but
what goes in front of it.

Matt.

Matt.
Matt Dillon.

Fits.

No, no.

[screaming]

Ah!

Momma!

Momma!

It's all right, Marcy.

It's all right.

We're here.

Nothing to be afraid of.
-I dreamt about momma.

[sobbing]

Oh, hush, hush.

Don't think about it.

Stella, will you be my mommy?

Just till we get back home.

Please.

Please Stella.

We'll see.

We'll see.

Now you rest.

Marcy?

Marcy wake up.

We have to get going.

-Where's Stella?
-I don't know.

She's gone.

Maybe she got lost.

Whoa, whoa.

Come on.

Now Marcy, stay here.

Stella.

Why'd you come after me?

Why'd you run off?

Marcy.

I can't replace what she's lost.

All she wants--

I know what she wants.

Can't you see what's happening?

She started to paint
and dream and-- with me

taking her mother's place.

I can't handle that.

If I let it start, how
am I going to stop it?

That's what she
needs right now.

I don't care what she needs.

I don't want any
part of it, hear me?

She's asking for something
I haven't got to give.

If you didn't have it
to give, you wouldn't

have run off like this.

Don't you understand?

After this, I go
back to what I am.

And what if you find out it's
not what you'd like to be?

All I want to be is accepted.

Well, I think she's
done that for you.

Oh, leave me alone, will you?

Where do you
think you're going?

San Anton.

You're headed in
the wrong direction.

-North, isn't it?
-Which way is that?

-That way.
-That's south.

Well then, that way.

Stella, I can't
go after that girl

and leave Marcy alone out here.

What you gonna do?

I'm going to do what you
suggested the other night.

I'm going to leave
her here with you.

I got no choice.
You don't either.

Oh, Britt, tell
the lads we'll be

breaking camp in ten minutes.

Fitz, let her go.
Let her go?

Out here?

There's a trading
post two days east.

I'll take her there
and catch up to you.

You might just keep going, lad.

But, no, I--

Break camp.

I wager if we push, we can
make the Rio Grande by dusk.

Break camp.

Hoxie, break camp.

Load them up.

We're moving out.

Marcy, I'm going to leave you
here with Stella for a while.

And I want you to take
care of the water.

Now don't drink anymore
than you have to,

because I want it to
last until I get back.

It's your responsibility.

Yes, sir.

All right.

Look, in case I
don't get back--

Don't talk like that.

You will.

I know.

But in case I don't, I want
you to head straight that way.

That's east.

Before the sun gets up
too high in the morning,

pick a landmark over
there and head toward it.

And when you get
there, stay overnight

and get up the next morning and
do the same thing over again.

You understand?

Yeah.

That way, you should get to
the fort in two or three days.

Take care of her.

I will.

You take care of your self.

Marcy, won't you talk to me?

Can't carry a grudge forever.

Why'd you run?

I guess because I realized
somebody needed me.

I thought I'd grown thick skin.

What's that mean?

Means I been fooling myself.

When we get back home, you can
stay with me and grandpa just

for a little while, just
to see how you like it?

Oh, I don't think so, Marcy.

This San Anton-

Grandpa's been there.

So have I. But
it's been a spell.

What's in San Anton?

Something that was in Abilene
and all the other places.

Stella?

Yes?

Get in.

I'm taking this girl.

Does Fitzpatrick know this?

Ask him.

I will.

Now we've got to
chance it on foot.

It's not too far to
the border, all right?

Come on!

Yah!

Where do you two
think you're going?

I should have seen this coming.

When a man gets scruples,
he gets unreliable.

Now both of you, turn around and
go back to where you come from.

Fitz, let us go.

No, lad.
No.

Back.

We're coming through.

Oh, laddy.

Oh, laddy.

I know you had a
feeling for the girl,

but to go up against me-self?

Fitz, move aside.

I can't do that, lad.

You know that.

If I let you get away with
this, how do I stop the others

from trying the same thing?

Give me the gun.

I can see there's no
talking you out of it.

[gunshot]

Oh, laddy.

I never thought it would
come to you shootin' me.

I surely never did.

Oh, I didn't want it
to get to this, Fitz.

Looks like I made something
out of you after all.

Better than me-self.

There's good in you, lad.

You keep looking for it.

They'll be coming now.

You get out of here.

I can't leave you like that.

Go now.

[sobbing]

Fitz.

Some-- something I never,
ever told you Fitz.

What you've been to me--

Laddy-- laddy, listen.

Listen to me.

You remember the place
I told you about?

That I said wasn't there?

Well, it is.

As you keep looking for
it-- blue water, blue water.

Water.

Water is-- it's a-- mothers.

Let's go.

They'll be coming!

Don't you understand?

He's dead.

I killed him.

Don't you understand?

I killed him!

MAN: It came from over there!

Run!

Come on!

What's the matter with you?

Shouldn't we keep going?

What's wrong?

I just hope you're worth it.

Well, if it's money
you're worried about--

Money?

Don't you know
who I just killed?

[horse approaching]

It's the Marshal.

What?

Marshal Dillon from Dodge City.

No.

Let me go!

He's the law.

If he knows I'm here, I'm dead.

Well then go on and run for it.

I won't tell him.

Oh, my god.

What did I do?

I-- I won't say anything.

I promise.

I'm beginning to
think your promises

ain't worth a damned, lady.

Now don't make a sound.

Did you think I'd
let you touch me?

You filth!

Marshal!

Marshal!

Oh, Marshal!

Oh, thank god!

Cynthia, are you all right?

Yes.

It was so horrible.

I was so scared.

I escaped and I run and run.

Yes.

[gunshot]

-She dead?
-Yeah.

Who are you?

A damned fool.

[hammering]

Grandpa!

Grandpa!

Oh, Marcy!

Oh, grandpa!

Grandpa, I'm home!

MR. MCCLOUD: I'm
so glad to see you.

I'm so glad to be home.

MR. MCCLOUD: Are you
all right, honey?

Well, what are we waiting for?

Headed San Anton?

Remember, I got a job
waiting for me there.

Stella!

Stella!

Stella!

Stella!

Come back, Stella, please!

Stella!

Oh, hell.

I've been to San Anton.

[theme music]

NARRATOR: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."