All language subtitles for Gunsmoke - 01x24 - The Pest Hole.EN

Gunsmoke,..

starring James Arness
as Matt Dillon.

There's a reason
that I walk out here

to Boot Hill now and then...

away from the raucous music
of the deadfalls,

the saloons,

the honky-tonks of Dodge.

I'm Matt Dillon,
United States marshal.

Those lying dead here

remind me
that it's a day-to-day job

to keep people alive,

to save 'em
from themselves.

It's a job that won't
let me forget.

Doc Adams can spout all he wants
about 'cute bellyaches, but...

That poor fellow there's
hotter than a Dutch oven

with the biscuits burnin'.

I'm gettin' skittery.

If it was somethin'
maggoty they ate,

why's Doc got 'em all
bunched-up in here like a-?

Like a pest house?

Stay here.
I'll be right back.

But, Kitty, I-

This one just died.

You was callin' this
acute food poisonin', Doc.

What made you
change your mind so sudden?

Well, the symptoms,
Mr. Matthews.

I mean the first symptoms
of each patient.

Stomach cramps,
slight nausea,

mild headache.

Okay, go ahead,
gentlemen.

Doc,

what about these symptoms
that made you change your mind?

Well, the first symptoms
changed suddenly,

to high fever,

violent nausea
and languid pulse.

Everything that goes
with typhoid.

Typhoid?
Are ya sure?

No, sir.

No.

But I will be,
when one of 'em dies.

All of 'em, maybe.

Then you shoulda waited
for it to happen,

before turnin' the jail
into a hospital,

and sneakin' them
Long Branch women in here.

Now just a minute, gentlemen.

It already has happened.

Otto Richter's dead, Doc.

Doc.

Well, as near as I can tell,

Otto Richter died of typhoid.

Well, as...owner
of the Dodge House,

and head of
the merchants' association,

I...offer every
cooperation herewith.

Uh, that is...
within reason.

Oh, thank you
very much.

What's the next
move, doctor?

Discover the common
source of infection,

something that applies
to every case.

Well, that should give you
something to, uh... To shoot at.

Hold on, Mr. Hannah.
Don't get ahead of me.

First step is to isolate

everybody who comes
down with it,

just as I've
been doing here.

If that doesn't work,

well, quarantine
the whole town.

What?
Yes, sir.

Even if it means
the governor

callin' out
the troops.

Oh, now hold on,

you can't do that, Doc.
Not to Dodge.

The trail herds are gonna
start rolling in next month.

Yes, and we need
that business.

Now Doc only found out about
this typhoid bug, gentlemen.

We don't want it to sound
as though he invented it.

I've got everything I own
invested in my gamblin' house.

I need Texas cowhands
with six months' pay

in their jeans
to keep goin'.

Well, now hold on,
gentlemen.

Now, no use
to get riled.

Doctor,

have you got any idea
at all how it started?

Well, flies,
contaminated water,

bad food, rotten sanitation.

You name it.
Who knows?

But you're a doctor. You must
have some kind of an answer.

Well, Mr. Hannah,
so far,

I've only found one small
thing to work on.

Ten days ago, those five men
back there had a meeting

to discuss that- That German
picnic that they, uh-

Oh. They have
every year here, the...

"Germania Walking
in Pleasure Society."

And they all had dinner
together at Bedino's cafe.

Well, that's it,
then.

Now we're gettin'
someplace.

I always
suspected Bedino

was poisonin' half
of Dodge

with that sheep rot
he calls chili.

Not so fast, now.

Lotta people eat there very day.

Nothin's happened to them,
so far.

Keep outta this, marshal.
The Doc's got a point.

Close up Bedino's.
Run him outta town.

No typhoid.

I'll pay him
a little visit tonight

and ask him to shut down
for a while.

You're not gonna pay
anybody a visit, Matthews.

Nobody's gonna do anything
without a court order,

or unless Doc here says so.

Well, I-

I dunno, Matt.
Maybe...

we oughta close down Bedino's
for a day or two

till I can look it over, and see
if there's anything wrong.

I'll have a court order
drawn up

and have it all ready
for ya, marshal.

Now, gentlemen,
remember this,

and not a word
about this to anyone.

The whole future of Dodge
may depend on this.

Doc?

Hm?

Could...Kitty
or...Olive

get this bug,
or whatever ya call it,

from them men?

Well, Chester,

in the latest medical textbooks
I got from St. Louis,

there are eight scrawny
paragraphs on typhoid fever.

Oh.

Though, seems that people

don't give it to each other
with contact.

Has to be a common
source of infection.

That's what we gotta find.

Well, I gotta see
about buryin' Richter.

Yeah.

Well, it's a good thing
he doesn't have any kin around,

askin' a lot of questions

anyway.

Yes, sir.

Nothin' in the wide word
that'll start a panic

faster than that one
little word, "plague."

Oh, my gracious,
I've never seen such a mess.

Yeah.

See if you can get
that lamp lit, Chester.

Bedino.

That ain't gonna work,
Mr. Dillon.

It's busted
too bad.

Never mind, Chester.

I can see all I need
to see, right from here.

Who is it?

Bedino.

Well, I guess Matthews
meant what he said.

Yeah.

Let's go.

I'm tellin' you
again, marshal.

You're wastin'
your time.

You killed a man, and you're
gonna stand trial for it.

You won't find no jury
in these parts to convict me.

Not when they know the truth.

Bedino shouldn't have stood up
against me and my boys.

Bedino?

Be-

You k-

Why, you murderin' Jack fool.

Matt, I had questions
to ask Bedino:

what those men ate,
where he got the food,

and a lot of other things,
and now-

I'll- I'll never know.

All right, Matthews.

Inside.

You can't put me
back there with them.

Get movin'.

Lock this up.

Oh, Mrs. Saur.

Mrs. Saur.

I- I came all the way from-
From Log Creek.

He stopped the wagon.

Somebody said you-
You was here.

Yes. Here.

Maybe you'd better
lie down over here.

Now.

There you are.

Sick.

I- I feel so weak.

What's wrong
with me, Doctor?

Well, you, uh...

You have a little fever,
Mrs. Saur.

You-

Uh, get my bag, Chester.

In the back?

Yeah, yes.

Now, listen to me,
Mrs. Saur, and tell me:

Have you eaten any food lately

at Bedino's Restaurant
on Front Street?

I-

I ain't been to Dodge

for two months.

Oh.

You- You rest there.

I'll- I'll get you
some medicine.

What about her, Doc?

Matt, looks like
it was just a coincidence

that those men had dinner
together at Bedino's.

Well, Matthews did
a good night's work.

Killed a man
for no reason at all.

Hm.

� He had seven days raw �

� But he was slow �

� On the draw �

� And we laid him out under �

� The daisies �

� We laid him out un- �

Whoa.

� We laid him out under �

Doc.

You're drunk.

You are an excellent
diagnostician.

Now, this isn't like you, Doc.

Oh, Matt.

Don't you preach to me.

Here.

Why don't you hook
that on old...

...little usual.

Well.

Bugs got two more today.

And I gotta cut two more notches
on my stethoscope.

That's all the more reason
for you to stay sober.

And you know what else?

Just two more
death certificates due.

And do you know
what my brilliant

diagnostic appraisal
will be?

"Intestinal complications,"
if you please.

All right.
Easy, Doc.

You wanna know
something else, Matt?

I just came
from a meeting.

Mr. Bradley,

and a very select group

of civic-minded,
public-spirited

citizens of this town.

And you know what they said?!

Tell me inside, Doc.

Do you know what
they said to me?!

Do you know what those worthy
gentlemen said, Matt?

Well, I'll tell ya
what they said!

They threatened
to lynch me.

Called me a liar
in public print.

Threatened to run me
outta town

if I so much as mention
the typhoid epidemic.

Doc.

And I forgot to tell ya,

Mr. Bradley sent his wife
and family to Topeka.

Now, Doc, I want you
to listen to me.

I want you to listen
to somethin' I'm gonna tell you.

I'll read you what one
eminent British authority

had to say on the subject
of typhoid fever.

"It seems that
the sewers of London

were leaking
into the Thames."

Bugs in the water
caused the typhoid,

so they blew up the sewer.

We haven't got any sewers.

But we could
blow up a cesspool.

We could blow up
the whole town!

Now, Doc, get
a hold of yourself.

Now, sit down here,
and straighten up.

Straighten up?

All right.

You should be able
to...understand

better than anybody,
Matt.

You couldn't live with yourself
either, doin'...half a job.

I know, Doc.

But-

Look, now I want you to listen
to an idea that struck me.

Now, I've made a list
of everybody

down with the fever,
so far.

So have I!

German settlers, all of 'em,

or of German descent.

Well, so are my two
Linlard,

Kiln.
All right. The first five men

who had dinner down there

at Bedino's.

They were making arrangements

for that annual German
picnic of theirs.

I know about the pic-

There's a chance that
all of 'em were there,

from all around Dodge.

Matt, maybe that's-

Maybe that's the common factor.

Maybe you've hit it.

All right. Where do
we go from here?

To your jail, and fast.

Come on.

Mm. What kind of, uh, food did
ya have there, Mr. Burkleman?

Schlachtfest.

What's that?

German for "pork feast."

Every year, we eat nothing
but pork at the picnic.

Cooked all kinds of ways.

Well, who did the cooking
for you, this year?

Franz Pelzer.

Fran-

The blacksmith?

Mm-hmm.

Well, thank you very much,
Mr. Burkleman.

Thank you.

What is this, doctor?

What is he saying
to me, marshal?

Well, you heard him,
Pelzer.

Ja, I heard,
und I don't like it!

Now, hold on.

Just a minute.

Let's try bei''
neighborly, huh?

Nobody can say that
my cooking makes people sick.

Come.

Back in Pilsen, I was a chef.

No woman can cook
so good as me.

Is that pork?
Ja.

Where'd you get it?

At, uh, Peter Schraf's
hog farm.

Freshly killed.
I was there.

With my own hands
I dressed it.

You haven't been feeling

a little feverish,
lately. Have you?

I know what you think.

Never before
have I felt so good.

Ha. I eat
more sausage

than everybody else
put together.

Sir, you...

probably did.

Sure, sure.

Und I spiced everything
just right,

und taste it.

Do I look sick?

Maybe you'd like
to overlook me.

Heh. No.

No, you look
fine, and, uh...

that suggests a very
interesting possibility.

What do you mean
by that?

Let's be friends.

Everybody is
Franz Pelzer's friend.

All right. Let's show you
what I think of your cookin'.

Franz, how would
you like to cook me

a batch of that sausage
tomorrow.

Right there
on your own stove.

This is a joke, ja?

No, dead serious. I'll even
go out to Schraf's farm

and get the pork myself.

Sure, sure.

But I don't understand.

Well, I'm not sure
I do either.

Tsk.

I'll be here tomorrow
around noon.

Eh. Oh, you, uh...

You won't mind, I know,

if Marshal Dillon brings
a young lady along as guest.

If you're interested
in knowin' if Kitty can cook,

you can find out tomorrow.

Well, I was
under the impression

that Pelzer was gonna
do the cookin'.

He is. For me.

Kitty's gonna cook
for you.

Doc...

I, uh- I don't suppose
you would tell me

what you got in mind,
would you?

When you go out
after a gunslinger,

you keep your plans
to yourself, don't ya?

That way you don't have anyone
questionin' your methods.

Tsk.

You ready,
Mr. Pelzer?

Ja, ja,
sure, sure.

All right.
Kitty?

Yeah.

Thank you.

Well, I'm sorry, folks,

but this has to be kind
of a private schlachtfest.

Eh, you ready, Matt?

Now, hold on, Doc.

We're not gonna
go through with this.

The matter? You afraid
of Kitty's cookin'?

I'm afraid that
whatever you've got planned

is liable to cost us a doctor.

And we can't afford to lose one.

Gentlemen, won't you
please explain?

Yeah, I don't know what
all the fuss is about.

This sausage of Mr. Pelzer's
is the best-

Here, what're you doin'?

W-well, Doc, ya had enough there
for the whole of Dodge.

Oh, shut up!

Why did y-? Oh...

Kitty, would you take him
for a walk?

Get outta here, Chester.

Well, wish I knew what it was
that I did was wrong.

Mr. Pelzer, you too.
I'm sorry. I want to talk

to Mr. Dillon alone.

But, doctor,
would you please-

Come on, Mr. Pelzer.

All right, Doc.

Isn't it about time
you let me in on this?

Well, till you interfered,

I was conductin'
a scientific experiment.

Well, what are you
gonna do now?

I-

I'm gonna eat that food
Kitty cooked for you,

as long as Chester
had to go and help himself

to the food
Mr. Pelzer cooked.

Now, wait a minute.

You mean to tell me that
whatever you thought

was gonna happen to you is
gonna happen to Chester now?

If I'm right, Matt, nothin'
gonna happen to me at all.

Chester's gonna come
down with typhoid.

Mm-hm. Tsk.

I thought it was
somethin' like that.

First I thought it was the food
those people ate at that picnic.

But when that big hunk
of a blacksmith said he ate

more than anybody else,
and still walkin' around,

well, I just hit
on a wild hunch.

Go on.

Nothin' like it
in medical literature

that I know of, but..

Maybe Pelzer carries
that bug around with him.

What?

Yeah. People eat
the food he prepares...

typhoid.

Why doesn't he get it then?

I don't know.

Maybe he's immune or somethin'.

I see.

So if, uh, Chester
comes down with it,

why, you'll know what caused the
epidemic, then, huh?

Simple as that.

Only...

Chester has to get sick,
maybe die, to prove my point.

You sure your throat
isn't sore, Chester?

What?

I said it feels fine.

Never felt better
in my life, Doc. Honest.

Well...

You're sound
as a new dollar.

Do you hear that,
Mr. Dillon?

Now maybe you'll stop drivin'
me over here, every day.

Well, I just don't want to see
anything happen to you, Chester,

for some reason.

Well, I don't know,
but it seems to me

that you both
are pretty darned sure

that somethin's gonna happen.

Well, want to have another
look at you, tomorrow.

Why?

'Cause Doc says so.

Mr. Dillon.

Mr. Dillon,
come here, quick.

Chris Dawson
and his family.

He said that anybody stayed in
Dodge with this plague goin' on

didn't have
the sense of a goose.

Looks like
the panic's on.

How'd anybody'd get ahold
of Mr. Bradley, Doc?

Tell him to make some kind
of a public announcement.

Is there anything
that I can do?

Nah, you've done more than your
share already, Chester.

Well, yeah.

I have?

Well, I...

I'm thinkin' I'll go in
and have a glass of water.

I don't know why I've been
feelin' so thirsty all mornin'.

Look at 'em run.

Like a bunch of sheep.

Well, that...
Looks like that puts me

right back
where I started.

Hey, wait a minute.

Did you hear
what Chester just said?

Hm?

What'd he say?

That he was thirsty!

By golly, Matt.

Ohhh, Mr. Dillon,

I guess you fellas
are gonna be right, after all.

I, heh, feel so dizzy
I'm- I'm plumb swimming here.

Enjoy me, heaven.

There's that public
announcement you wanted.

Special edition.

Well, says there,

and I'm quoting
an ignorant, bumbling,

cow-town doctor,
name of Adams.

That's me.

The epidemic in Dodge is over.

Anybody who leaves town on
account of it is a darned fool.

What about Pelzer?

Well, as long as he doesn't
touch any food that people

put in their mouths, we haven't
got anything to worry about.

Did you make that clear to him?

Threw such a scare into him,
he swore off cookin'

for himself.

Can you tell
anything yet, Doc?

No. No, not yet.

Welcome back,
Chester.

You, uh... You left us
kinda sudden.

Well...

I tell ya, it's sure
good to be back.

You better
lie down.

You bet.

You're gonna be pretty weak
for the next couple days.

Well, I can't understand it.

I- I was feelin' fine
this mornin',

and then, just,
all of a sudden, it...

What happened, anyway?

Lotta things happened, Chester.

And it wasn't this mornin'.
It was five days ago.

Five?

Well, I need a drink.

And, Kitty, I'm prescribin'
the same thing for you.

Matt?

No, I don't
think so, Doc.

I've been
waitin' for this.

All right.

Doc. Kitty.

Yeah?

Thanks.

Thank Chester.