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ANNOUNCER: "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.

Here you go, boys.

Have a pull.

Squirt of that tarantula juice
will make your beard stiff

and your belly quiet.

Boys, I'm going to
drink to the best gal

a old range stud ever sired.

When you reckon she'll be
getting in, Mr Sanderson?

Tomorrow, I judge,
on the Wichita stage.

Be a great thing for the
missus, her coming home.

You betcha it sure will be.

This news don't make her grin
and wiggle, ain't nothing will.

You want us to
stick around tonight?

BEAR SANDERSON: Oh no.
There ain't no use in that.

Y'all chase on into town,
get yourself a noseful.

I'll be here.

Be back 'fore sunup, boss.

Hah!
Let's go!

[SOFTLY] Yeah!

Ah.

Lavinia?

Lavinia, I got a big surprise
for you tonight, honey.

What is it?

You've been drinking again?

That's hardly a surprise.

No, no.

Don't be getting mad at me now.

Cora's on her way home.

Cora?

You don't mean that.

Telegraph office in Dodge
got a message out of St. Lou.

She'll be a-getting in
tomorrow, most like.

Ain't that fine?

But her schooling,
the fall term.

Well maybe she
decided to sit one out.

Well, she can go
to school any time.

Not to Vassar, she can't.

You don't understand.

She can't just decide all on
her own to pack up and leave.

They won't permit that.

What do you mean
they won't permit it?

I'm paying them people a
war bag full of gold eagles

for their trouble.

I don't even count
the small fortune

I sent to help pay
for that library

they're trying to put up.

My daughter takes a
fancy to coming home,

they better permit it.

Oh, whatever suits her fancy.

That's right, isn't it?

Hmm. [chuckles]
Oh, that's typical.

And how like you to think
that you cab buy anything

in the world with
your money-- including

a fine education, which
you can't even appreciate.

BEAR SANDERSON: Now
you listen to me.

My money ain't no different
than anybody else's.

They didn't have no
shame in taking it.

I can tell you that.

I may not be no red rose for
what I know out of books,

but your old man-- the
governor of the state--

was hotter than a June bride
to see you coupled to me.

And you know why?

'Cause he knowed for
copper-bottom certain I

could tear a life outta
[inaudible] or Comanches

and not go belly up or
blood short in the doing.

You make my father's
name a shame to me.

Oh, Lavinia, don't
make us talk like this.

It-- there just ain't
no sense to it, honey.

I know-- you know, I ain't
no prize as a husband.

But if you could just
sometimes think back

on how it was when we's young.

You cared for me then.

Didn't ya?

Yes, I did.

But I can't remember why.

Because you won't
let yourself remember.

That's why.

I know I disappointed
you in a lot of ways.

But I ain't had all I might
have wished outta you neither.

I've told you over and over.

All I wanted from you was a
civilized life-- a few friends

who could talk about something
besides the price of cattle

and the possibility
of an early snow.

There's more to life
than this ranch!

Then you should
have gone searching

for it a long time ago.

Do you think I've lived
this way because I like it?

I might as well be dead.

The way you live, you
might be better off.

How dare you.

How dare you talk
about the way I live.

What about the way you live?

Spending your days and nights
with those Tank Town tramps.

Look at you.

You're nothing more than a--
a drunken, bawdy-house bum!

Go out!

Go ahead!

That's the way you
do things, isn't it?

You ain't [inaudible].

[SOFTLY] I hope he drinks
himself into a stupor.

[music playing]

[owl call signal]

[bird call signal]

[another bird call signal]

[music playing]

[creaking sound]

[music playing]

Hello?

Who's there?

Who's there?

You might not
believe this, Kitty,

but there have been
times-- good many times--

when I've missed Dodge
so bad I just ached.

Well I know your folks
will be happy to see you.

But I think you
could have picked

a better time to come back.

You mean all that
Indian nonsense?

Well I'm sure that's all it
is-- bunch of sorry, reservation

renegades.

What could they possibly do?

It's not just a
local disturbance.

The word from the forts is that
it could be a major uprising.

They may have already started.

Oh now, Kitty, my father
knows Indians about

as well as any man, I'd think.

Papa would tell us.

If you'd give him a
good repeating rifle,

he'd take on any
dozen Kiowa and leave

nothing but feathers and beds.

And that was when the
tribes were still strong.

Desperate people are
capable of desperate things.

Well, from what I've heard,
they're-- they're nothing more

than trading-post loafers now.

Capable of little more
than intoxication and camp

following.

Hardly cause for alarm.

I beg to differ, young lady.

It is often the most degraded
who are the most dangerous.

I beg your pardon, sir.

But I believed our
conversation to be private.

CICERO WOLFE: I
apologize for intruding.

But the fact is I
just couldn't sleep.

And after what you said, I
couldn't pretend to either.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm Cicero Wolfe,
attorney-at-law.

I'm Kitty Russell.

-My name is Cora Sanderson.
-My pleasure, ladies.

I've practiced the law
for a good many years

now, Miss Anderson.

And one of the things I
found is that the most

trouble comes from those
who have nothing to lose.

Is that a fact, sir?

I'd always been led to believe
that rabble-rousers might make

a considerable stir in a
country that had no law

or a very weak civil authority.

Surely in a nation such as
ours, they could never prevail.

Because we are strong, miss?

Why I agree they couldn't
win, but not that they

couldn't make an effort.

The American Indian is a complex
human being, Miss Sanderson--

capable of very strange things.

Complex, perhaps-- but
raw and ignorant and wild.

And in a civilized
society, sir, the primitive

will never win out.

And which society is
truly civilized, Miss Cora?

Not surely our own.

Good night.

[music playing]

You're eligible
to sign up here.

And what this here
paper says is--

-[SOFTLY] Festus.
- --you're a-fixing to--

[SOFTLY] Festus.

--join up with the Dodge
City Militias, and --

[SOFTLY] Fes--

--you ain't
a-fixing to quit until

this here fuss is over with.

Festus?

Now-- what is it, Burke?

Festus, where's the marshal?

Well, he's out yonder at the
Sanderson place, I reckon.

Well, I--

So just-- if you
want to join up,

step up here and put your
mark on this here paper.

Festus, look.

Telegram from Fort Scott.

The uprising isn't
just around Dodge.

Those renegades are raiding
all over Western Kansas.

This is serious, Festus.

Burke!

What in the pea soup
do ya think I'm a-doing

all this for if it wasn't?

The wires was down from
Wichita all last night, Festus.

And we just now found out
Miss Kitty is on that stage.

Now you fellers just
keep on a-signing here,

and I'll be back directly.

BURKE: Festus, where you going?

Well I'm fixing
to ride out yonder

and meet the stage if
you'll quit pestering me

and let me go.

TOWNSPERSON: The
stage is coming.

The stage is coming in.

Doc?

Doc, Miss Kitty's coming
in on this here stage,

according to Burke.

Well that's what the
telegram says, Doc.

Whoa!

Whoa!

FESTUS: There been any
trouble on the way, Brewer?

Saw what looked like a big
fire at the Carroll place,

but we came through
clean as a bone.

Miss Cora?

Oh, Festus.

Miss Kitty, I sure am
tickled to see you back.

I just been a-fretting about
you something terrible.

Am I ever glad to be home.

Hello, Doc.

CORA SANDERSON: Oh,
Festus how are you?

FESTUS: So nice to see you.
Let me help.

Oh, Doc Adams, how
good to see you.

Cora, thank you.

Cora, there's, um--
there's something I, uh,

I must tell ya.

You know, renegade
Comanches have

been rampaging all over Kansas.

And, uh, while your father was
away, they raided your place.

Cora, your mother's dead.

Oh my god.

We get to the north side of the
river, what's up the near bank?

NEWLY O'BRIAN: Well, there's
a bunch of dry coulees

that run north and east.

And six miles or so beyond
that, you hit the forks.

And the south bank?

Country flattens out.

Drops off to near desert.

Forage would be better
on the north side.

Yes, sir.

Line of the raids
tapers off near the fort.

Seems like if they be
running, they'd run west.

What do you think, O'Brian?

Well, Comanches
wouldn't leave forage

if they could help it-- not
unless they had a good reason.

Lieutenant, form the
men in a column of twos.

Put four men out on individual
point, half a mile apart.

Sir.

We'll keep to the
north side of the river.

Yes, sir.

LIEUTENANT BRIGGS:
Form column of two!

Four men-- regular men--
on point, half mile apart!

Maybe we'll catch them
at breakfast, O'Brien.

Yes, sir.

LIEUTENANT BRIGGS: Forward!

Ho!

[music playing]

Dr. Adams?

Yes, Cora.

Right here.

What happened to me?

DOC ADAMS: You collapsed.

You're under mild sedation.

You're all right.

You're all right.

My mother.

She was k-k-- killed?

How?

Why?

Well, Cora, it was part
of a general uprising

on the reservations.

And your mother was,
uh, one of the victims.

I don't understand.

DOC ADAMS: And I don't either.

There isn't much I can say
to make things any easier

for you, except perhaps
that you have to be strong.

You have to accept
things as they are.

You can't change that.

And go on and live your life.

If it's any consolation to you,
the cavalry's trying to run

those renegades down now.

[music playing]

[dog barking]

RENEGADE 1: [YELLING]
[non english speech]

[woman groans]

RENEGADE 2: [non-english speech]

[music playing]

[yelps]

[music playing]

[two whistles]

[war whoops and whistles]

CAVALRY COMMANDER: Hold fire!

No fire.

No fire.
Come on!

Give it up, there.
Hold it.

Give it up, there.

Take them outta there.

Take them out, sergeant.

Renegades.

They're Quahadi Commanche.

They're not from around here.

Probably split off from
the main raiding party.

Sir, look at these.

And Captain, look at this.

I don't reckon they made
this on no reservation.

Lieutenant, can I see that?

CAVALRY COMMANDER:
What is it, O'Brian?

What's the matter?

This watch is from Dodge.

It belongs to Bear Sanderson.

Lieutenant Briggs,
see that those men get

mounted, their women with them.

Keep them under close guard.

We're heading into Fort Dodge.

Yes, sir.

This scum just might
have a few things

to explain to Mr. Sanderson.

[music playing]

Killed her, I heard.

Bear, I'm sorry.

Ashes to ashes.

Ain't that it?

Just ain't right, ya see.

Not her-- not this way.

If it'd been me, there wouldn't
be no grief to it-- no shame.

I come to Kansas,
roared and ready to live

and meaner than smallpox.

And I got what I
got because I took

it-- mostly from the Indians.

And I did killing
and injuring to them.

Them people hate me,
and they got a right.

See, Matt, time went on by.

Town's growed up.

Folks got different.

They got them a army first.

They'll whoop the Indians
one time for good.

And then after
that, they thought

he'd just lie down and die.

They never knowed him.

Not like me.

Very few have.

BEAR SANDERSON: Then they
put him on scrub reservations

and fed him maggot beef and
commenced to call the man

we'd been killing, brother.

They never knowed him.

They had to have
peace out here.

Land can't grow without it.

You ain't gonna get
no peace from Indian

lessen you kill him.

This here is the price
for learning that.

And I paid it.

Bear, it was a
few that did this.

You can't blame this
on a whole people.

Can't live with them is
what I'm saying to ya.

Can't live with them living.

I ain't saying it's right.

I'm just telling you how it is.

We're going to find
the ones that did this,

and they'll answer for it.

They'll answer
for it all right.

They'll answer to me.

And when I take them,
I'll do for them

myself what I always
done-- gut them out

and feed them to the wolves.

That's not the way to do it.

They'll pay just like anybody
else pays-- within the law.

You'd stand agin me
on this, would ya?

I'd have to.

Then that's how she'll swing.

NEWLY O'BRIAN: Mr. Sanderson!

Marshal!

Marshal, I come up as quick
as I could from the fort.

I been riding with
a cavalry patrol

down across the Cimarron.

We run into a couple of renegade
Indians and took them captive.

Tell it.

They had your
gold watch and some

of Mrs. Sanderson's jewels.

I'll need you to identify them.

You need me?

I need them!

I'll be a-coming for them.

[music playing]

TOWNSPERSON 1: Here they come.

TOWNSPERSON 2: The Indians!

They're bringing them in.

[chatter]

TOWNSPERSON 3: They're the
ones that killed Bear's wife.

TOWNSPERSON 4:
They're gonna hang.

TOWNSPERSON 3: They're
gonna them, for sure.

TOWNSPERSON 5: There
they are, Bear!

What you gonna do about it?

[chatter]

I want them men.

They're going to jail, Bear.

They don't need jailing.

They need killing.

That'll be decided
by a court of law.

There's going to
be no killing here.

No killing here?

I'm telling you, there's
been killing here.

Them cutthroats is raging
like a storm of fire

all across the country,
and you say no killing?

I'm saying the killing's
been on the wrong side.

And I'm gonna change it now.
-Hold it right there.

You men listen to me.

The cavalry's on the way in
right now with reinforcements

to put down this uprising.

These men are going to be
tried in a court of law,

and if they're found
guilty, they'll hang.

In the meantime, nobody takes
justice into his own hands--

not you or anybody else.

That's the way it's
been around this town.

That's the way it's going to be.

Now, stay of the way.

BEAR SANDERSON:
Now listen to me.

All of ya!

Them murdering savages
killed my wife!

I'm gonna see them
burn in hell for it!

And anybody that ain't
with me, is agin me!

[chatter]

TOWNSPERSON 6: We're with ya!

TOWNSPERSON 7: We're
on your side, Bear!

[chatter]

You don't reckon
he'd haul off and do

something silly do ya, Matthew?

Well, I don't know, Festus.

Right now he's hurt,
and he's not used

to being hurt and taking it.

Do you think him
and his boys will

try to hit the jail, Marshal?

Oh, I don't think so.

No-- not right away, at least.

Of course his got his
blamed old ears splayed back

and his eyeballs pooched
out and a-rolling around

like he was some
squared off blood

enemies-- when ya been
friends for the biggest

part of your life.

Well, he's after
revenge, Festus.

And he doesn't care who
gets hurt in the process.

FESTUS: Well, maybe we
oughtta just collect him

and slap him in the
cooling box for a spell,

till he simmers down.

Well, I guess after
they're indicted and tried,

he'll feel better about it.

I'm not so sure, Newly.

Did you have a chance
to talk to those

Yes, sir.

Both of them are Quahadi
or southern Commanche.

They claim they never been north
of the river until the night

before we caught them.

What about the raids?

They said they didn't
know nothing about it.

But they seen a Kiowa party
from Chokecherry Creek.

And they said they had full
pokes, blood in their eyes.

Now this story checked
out because the squadron

from Fort Hook had run
them down later in the day.

FESTUS: Well of course,
what would they say?

You don't expect them to
'fess up and put their necks

in the wringer, do ye?

Well it's pretty
hard explaining why

they had Bear's watch, Festus.

Yeah, it sure is.

I'm going over to
the telegraph office.

Keep an eye on things here.
Will ya, Newly?

You bet.

Matthew, supposing you
was to go right to old Bear

and just tell him to
keep his nose clean?

When he finds out that we
actual mean business, why--

All right, boys.

I don't want ya
hanging around here.

Let's break it up
and move along.

Well, go on.
You heard him.

Go on!
Scat!

Get about your business now.

[chatter]

Matthew, I sure don't like
the looks of things at all.

Neither do I.

This shouldn't have happened.

My fault it was for
leaving her alone.

But I swear to God,
Cora, if I had a' knowed

what coulda happened--

Papa, please.

Stop hurting yourself with it.

I ain't dodging what
I got coming to me.

Never have, and never will.

I loved your mama, Cora.

But, well, she never took
to me like I done to her.

So I went off at times and
worked, drank a little--

too much is how she seen it.

But I loved her--
like I love you, lady.

Everything I done,
everything I made here,

I done for you and her.

I know, Papa.

She knew it too.

Biggest spread in all of
Kansas we had for home.

And that ain't all.

What I done for this
territory-- this wasn't

no state when I come here.

Wasn't nothing but
19 kinds of misery,

when just closing your eyes
was like offering up your soul.

But I fought and stuck
on like grim death

till I had what I had to have
and helped the other folks

settle this territory.

And now, what do I got?

You tell me.

What do you want?

What are you saying?

Well, I'm saying
the law denied me.

Denied you?

You haven't given
it a chance, Papa.

I want the ones that done it.

I want them, and I'll have them.

You do have them.

They'll be punished for
what they've done-- if you

don't somehow prevent it.

It's the law and
lawmen that prevents it.

What I want done to them doesn't
need no courts or juries.

Papa, listen to me, please.

If you try and deal with
these men the way you want to,

it won't work.

And you'll only
destroy yourself.

Myself be damned.

You think I care what
happens to me now?

What about me, Papa?

Do you care what happens to me?

Howdy, Miss Kitty.

KITTY RUSSELL: -Hello, Festus.

Doc Adams.

What's it like out there?

Well, town's simmered down some
from what it was this morning.

Of course, it
couldn't be no more

exciteder than it was neither.

Where's Matt?

He's went over to
the telegraph office.

I reckon he's still a-messaging

More trouble?

FESTUS: I don't
know, Miss Kitty.

We sure don't need no
know more, though-- not

with them to renegaders
locked up down yonder.

KITTY RUSSELL: Hi, Matt.

DOC ADAMS: Matt.

How are things out there?

Oh, I got a problem, Doc.

DOC ADAMS: What?
KITTY RUSSELL: More raids?

No.

As matter of fact, the army's
got those raiding parties

pretty well pinned down.

It's Bear Sanderson.

Ugly business.

Stupid.

He shouldn'ta done it.
-Yeah.

That's putting it mildly.

You know, the thing is people
think an awful lot of him--

and not only in Dodge, either.

I know.

He's well thought of--
all over the state.

MATT DILLON: I
just got a telegram

from the State Bar Association.

There isn't a lawyer in Kansas
that's willing to defend

those two Indians.

What'll you do if you
can't find somebody?

Well, I don't know.

Every day I keep
those two locked up,

things are liable to get hotter.

No question about it.

They got to be tried--
and right away.

KITTY RUSSELL: You know,
I've had a thought.

It's a possibility,
but it might work.

There was a man on the stage.

His name was Wolfe--
Cicero Wolfe, I think.

He said he was a lawyer
from back East somewhere,

and he was on his way to San
Francisco to start a practice.

Well, he's from out of state.

He sure wouldn't know Bear.

Or anybody in Dodge or
Kansas, for that matter.

FESTUS: Yeah.

If he was just
a-traveling on through,

then he could just
dust on out of town

when the chivalry is
over, couldn't he?

Well, he can't
leave town anyway.

The army's got the
whole town blocked off.

Sure wouldn't have anything
to lose in the state of Kansas.

Nothing except his life.

Don't you understand, sir?

I can't possibly tell you when
there'll be another stage.

Now if it were in my
power to, I would.

But I just don't know.

Now the federal
authorities have close

down all lines of transportation
until the uprising is over.

Come now, you mean
to say that if I chose

to buy myself a horse
and ride away alone,

I wouldn't be allowed to?

MATT DILLON: That's
right, mister.

Name's Matt Dillon, I'm
the marshal here in Dodge.

Cicero Wolfe, sir.

Well, he's right.

You see, there are
no stages leaving,

no trains-- nothing until
this Indian thing is settled.

I'm supposed to
be in San Francisco

by the end of the month.

Well, what a man can't eliminate
or change, he must accept.

Mr Wolfe, uh, I'd like to talk
to you for a minute if I could.

There's a question
I'd like to ask ya.

Why certainly, Marshal.

Burke.

That's what we're up against.

Very difficult situation.

Mr. Wolfe, if you'd
take this case,

it would solve a
lot of the problems.

Of course.

If I don't?

Then those two men
go unrepresented.

Could blow this town wide open.

And me, Marshal?

What about me?

Well, I'll do my
best to protect ya.

I won't guarantee
there isn't some risk.

Oh, it's not the risk
I'm concerned about.

I have my own affairs, you see.

Well, this trial
won't take long,

and you can't leave town anyway.

I'm afraid that
I have to refuse.

Is it because of what they are?

Mr. Wolfe, let me
tell you something.

The law and lawyers exist to
defend men just such as these.

I know that, Marshal.

Believe me I do.

And my refusal is
not made lightly.

I know you're a man
who can understand me

when I say that I have
strong personal reasons

for not taking this case.

Strong enough to risk
the lives of two men?

You build a pretty strong
case yourself, Marshal.

You see I built my whole
life around the laws.

I think you have.

And if I've learned one
thing in the process,

it is that there are times when
even the most dedicated man

must recognize his-- call
them, limitations-- must rule

himself out in a given case.

It would be a grave mistake,
a dangerous mistake,

for me to involve
myself in their trial.

I must say no.

Mr. Wolfe, when I met
you, I was hoping you'd

be the man to take this case.

Now I just hope you can live
with the fact that you didn't.

Good day.

Would you ask him if I might
speak with him, please, Howie?

Of course I will, Miss Cora.

Oh, will you sit
down for a moment?

Thank you.

I'll wait outside.

[music playing]

Miss Sanderson.

Mr. Wolfe.

I don't know quite how
to begin to explain

why I've come here to see you.

You needn't explain anything.

I have a favor to ask of you.

I hope I can help you.

I hope you will.

You know, of course,
that I lost my mother.

Yes.

And they have
captured the men who--

Would you like to sit?

I can only hope that
those who are guilty

will be punished as swiftly
and severely as the law allows.

That's why I've come to you.

Mr. Wolfe, you don't
know my father,

but he's a violent,
passionate, self-willed man.

Perhaps you can
understand that a man who

fought to take this country
from the Indians, who spent

his entire young life
trying to survive

against their vicious
depredations, would become so.

He's obsessed with
hatred for these men--

because of what they've
done but, beyond that,

because of what they are
and have been to him.

I can understand.

And perhaps because
of what he represents.

He's a great power in Kansas.

A symbol.

CORA SANDERSON: Exactly.

Someone the people of the
state rally to and respect.

Therefore, the men
who are his enemies

are the enemies of Kansas.

Yes.

You amaze me with your
perception, Mr. Wolfe.

Excuse me for it.

And now these men
who have been jailed,

he wants them for
himself-- and not

for the impersonal, clinical,
anesthetic treatment

of a court of law.

That's right.

And I'm afraid that he will
get them-- or die trying.

And that's why I've
come to you, Mr. Wolfe.

To ask you if you might
see fit to take their case.

I know the marshal asked
you, and you refused.

But I wanted to add
my request to his.

You would as me--
let me understand--

to take a case that
no other man will

touch-- forgive me-- in order
intentionally to lose it?

Oh, no.

No, it's not a question of that.

CICERO WOLFE: What then?

Well those men are murderers.

And guilty before
they're tried.

Those animals have no
valid claim to even appear

before a true court of justice.

You do yourself an injustice
by saying so, Miss Sanderson.

There are no men so low
they do not have that right.

None who are not innocent
until proven guilty.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that.

I-- please, try to understand.

I-- I'm at the end
of my resources.

I don't know where
to turn, what to do.

I'm truly afraid
of what my father

might do if you don't help me.

I sympathize with you.

Believe me, I do.

Well then, please,
will you take the case?

I'll see that you're
paid very handsome.

Miss Sanderson, it is
not a question of money.

I cannot take the case.

Why?

Because-- because it would
not be fair-- not to the men

on trial and not to you.

Because you see, if I take
a case, I take it to win.

And those are the reasons
you choose to give?

They are real and legitimate.

CORA SANDERSON: No, I'm sorry.

They're false.

I think I'm beginning to
understand you, Mr. Wolfe.

You are one of
those very practical

men whose morality is contingent
upon his own convenience.

One of those more interested
in comfort than in law.

Who is so indifferent to justice
that he won't take the time

and trouble to see it done.

Good night, sir.

We want those Indians, Dillon!

Come on!

Send them out, Dillon!

[crowd starts yelling]

Listen to me.

Those Indians are in jail.

That's where they're gonna stay.

Nobody's getting out.

Now move along.

Then we'll come
in and get them.

[crowd starts yelling]

FESTUS: That's far enough.

Back off.

Hurry it up.

Move on.

FESTUS: Back off, all
of ya before somebody

gets blowed in two.

MATT DILLON: I'm not
gonna tell ya again.

Now break it up and move off.

TOWNSPERSON: Come on.

[music playing]

[knocks on door]

BEAR SANDERSON: It's open.

What do you want?

Came to talk to ya, Bear.

Talk, then get going.

You're letting me down.

I don't believe you said that.

I said it, and I mean it.

You trying to provoke me, Matt?

You want some trouble?

You're the one that's making
the trouble, and you know it.

Why, damn you, man.

You got a high-riding
brass coming in here,

begging me to my face.

And you've got yours trying
to buck me in front of my town.

Your town?

Whose town?

Well you come here
a runny-nose punk

with nothing on but a piece of
tin to cover your virgin heart.

Who backed ya?

What man stood up for ya?

Dug in behind ya and
told the politicians

and the buttermilkers and
the Texacon hell-rakers

how it was going to be?

A man who knew good from
bad and bad from worse,

named Sanderson.
Now where is he?

What's happened to him?

You want to what
happened to him?

You did!

You and a buncha
your town posies

turned him rogue and run him
maverick with your barbed wire

and your lady-rig rules.

Then he's not the
man I thought he was.

Now cut loose of it, Bear.

Talk sense.

I came here to ask your help.

I had a lynch mob in
front of my jail tonight.

If you want to, you can cool
that town off right now.

If you don't, you can
blow the lid off it.

It's up to you.

Talk to me, mister.

They roughed up your gal,
and you took off that badge

and went after them
with fire in your eyes.

And I wouldn't have spit
in your eye if ya hadn't.

Yeah, I did that,
and I was wrong.

But at least I went alone.

I didn't rouse the whole
town to murder on the way.

Bear, if you come into
Dodge on the prod,

and you try to face me down,
I'm gonna have to kill ya.

Come down to that, has it?

It's gone as far as it can go.

Matt, you know a
lot of men, don't ye?

How many you know ain't afraid
of you and your hog leg?

I took on everything there
was when I's [inaudible] them.

And I buried a right smart
of lead shuckers that thought

a angel was sitting on their
shoulder and lightening

and mercury lived
in their gun hand.

And I learned a
big thing watching

them bleed away to blue meat.

A man don't die but once.

Now some weird,
rabid hog is done

and killed my Chantilly woman!

And if you think I'm
a-feared of dying,

then you ain't got
no sense at all.

Now get outta here.

[music playing]

MATT DILLON
[VOICEOVER]: Mr. Wolfe,

let me tell you something.

The law and lawyers exist to
defend men just such as these.

[music playing]

Mr. Wolfe, when I met
you, I was hoping you'd be

the man who'd take this case.

Now, I just hope you can live
with the fact you haven't

[music playing]

CORA SANDERSON
[VOICEOVER]: I'm afraid I'm

at the end of my resources.

I don't know where to
turn or what to do.

I'm truly afraid of
what my father might

do if-- if you won't help me.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Mr. Wolfe?

What can I do for ya
this time of night?

I'd like to ask you
a favor, Marshal.

What's that?

I'd like to see the prisoners.

All right.

They're right in there.

[music playing]

Marshall, what you said the
other day was sound and true.

The law, if there
is meaning in it,

exists to defend just
such men as these.

I have reconsidered.

I will take this case.

But I know the moral climate.

Your town and your
state are looking

for a sacrifice, a
speedy conviction,

a brisk public revenge.

You prevailed on me
to take this case.

Now I must warn you, I will
fight it with all my skill--

which is considerable.

You must bear that
responsibility.

And there is perhaps a
heavier burden still which you

must shoulder and bear alone.

Well, how do you suppose your
good public will react, sir,

when they discover--
as they will--

that the man who
represents your renegades

is himself a
half-blooded Cherokee?

[music playing]

[non-english speech]

Marshal!

[non-english speech]

We are ready.

There's one thing, Mr. Wolfe.

Yes?

You and I both know you
don't have much of a chance.

There's one piece of
evidence that everybody

seems to have missed.

I want to make sure you don't.

CICERO WOLFE: And
gentlemen of the jury,

I intend to prove, beyond
all possible doubt,

that these men are not guilty.

[audience complains and objects]

[judge bangs gavel]

JUDGE BROOKER: Order!

Order!

Order!

[audience continues then stops]

I intend to show
to your satisfaction

that the case against my clients
is a sham and a pretense--

that it is not a
real case at all,

but rather a tissue of
moonbeams and horsefeathers

based entirely on
imprudent speculation

without any sound basis
in evidence whatsoever.

[chatter]

And ladies and gentlemen,
I have the painful duty

to show as well--
and believe me,

I would rather not-- that
this whole indictment

is the kind of conveniently
and irresponsibly trumped up

slander which would
never have come

to trial if the two
defendants had been

white men instead of Indians.

[audience erupts]

[judge bangs gavel repeatedly]

JUDGE BROOKER: Order!

We will have order
in this court!

[judge bangs gavel twice]

Order!

[music playing]

Stay tuned for exciting scenes
from our next "Gunsmoke".

[music playing]