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Gunsmoke.

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

When you take advantage

of a seemingly innocent, helpless man,

when you humiliate him,

make a living joke of him,

then he sure has the right to strike back any way he can.

And when he does it sometimes happens

he loses his helplessness,

becomes a truly dangerous human being.

And sometimes too,

there's a crude sort of justice handed out.

I know. I've seen it happen.

Matt Dillon, U.S. marshal.

Did it go all right?

Did anybody follow you?

Nobody followed me. It's all here.

Every cent the bank had, and it's all ours, yours and mine.

What about Fred?

We split after the holdup, just like we planned.

Your husband's at the cabin right now

probably wondering why you ain't there.

But he won't wait long. He'll start looking for us.

He'll never find us here.

Besides, it'll probably take him a week before it hits him

his wife and his partner run out on him.

Harry, I'm scared.

Nothing to be scared of.

Everything's going like we planned, ain't it?

Where's that Indian guide you hired?

Why isn't he here?

You mean Tobeel? He'll be here. Now, don't you worry so much.

You are just as scared of my husband as I am.

He ain't gonna find us, I tell you.

As soon as that Indian comes, he'll guide us to Dodge

in no time, and nobody, including your husband,

can track us at night.

Now, you just let me worry about things.

Whatever it is you're cooking, Jennifer,

it's getting spoiled.

Frank.

Now, look, it ain't what it looks like.

Where's the money, Harry?

In the wagon.

Good. I knew they'd both be safe with you.

The money, my wife.

We must've made a mistake about where to meet after the holdup.

Yeah, I kinda thought that might happen.

That's why I followed you.

Smart, hm?

We've been waiting for you, ain't we, Jenny?

My wife's name is Jennifer.

And that food's gonna be plumb ruined.

Why don't you go get it, Harry?

Go get it, Harry.

You're doing fine, Harry.

Go on.

I got a use for you.

The way bank robbers get caught

is mostly spending too much money too quick.

Hm. Burned.

Remember where I found you?

You were working in a dress shop.

You were only 15 and you would have done anything to get out.

Even marry me. Now, ain't that so?

You were kinder then.

A woman's like a dog. You gotta teach her to heel.

But that's not what I'm talking about.

Now, we're gonna take that money and we're gonna go to Dodge

and open a little dress shop.

Nobody'd think of looking for a bank robber

in a dress shop, would they?

You're taking me with you?

Well, why not? In Dodge, they'll see me

as a solid, respectable husband of a loving wife.

Get a blanket, quick.

Now, start dishing out food. Keep your mouth shut.

Uh, looking for somebody?

You not man who hire me.

Hired you?

Man hire Tobeel for guide to Dodge City.

Promise $4.

Oh?

Say, "Meet here.

Travel at night."

Sure, but things have changed some. We don't need a guide.

Three dollar.

Nothing.

Maybe he man who hire me.

No.

No, he's asleep. Tired, he's been sick.

Tobeel need job. Broke. Will wait till man wake up.

You'll wait for nothing. Now, get outta here.

Tobeel wait. Need job.

Get moving, Indian.

Fred, come here.

Here's from Dodge. Harry told me.

Well, he can't hang around here. I'll have to get rid of him.

He's known there.

If you kill him they'll find out, sure.

And if I don't, he'll find out about Harry.

Look, all he wants is a job.

Give him his money and he'll be happy.

I'll give him nothing.

You've got to.

Wait a minute. He wants a job so bad, I'll get him one.

I'll take care of him. Find me some paper and a pencil.

Go ahead. You, uh, read English?

No.

I didn't think so.

Look, I'm gonna get you a job.

I'll write you a letter.

You take it to the boss of that trail here

about 5 miles upriver.

Good.

Fred.

Shut up.

Now, you just show this to the trail boss

and he'll take care of you fine.

This will give job to Tobeel. Thank you.

That was cruel, Fred. Why did you do it? He's harmless.

Not if he hung around here long enough

to find out poor Harry's dead.

Now, let's get out of here. It's a long way to Dodge.

I don't know, Matt.

Must be something about that state of Texas.

Well, it's big.

Oh, big, sure, but that still doesn't explain

Texas cowboys to me.

I'll just soon be full of them

and all of them looking for trouble.

No, some of them are all right, Kitty.

Yeah, that's true.

Kitty, you're pretty hard on people sometimes.

People. There's not much people left

in a drunken trail rider.

Well, you're right about that.

I see old Tobeel is drinking pretty hard and fast for him,

isn't it, this morning?

Sure, is.

Hello, Tobeel.

Sit down.

Uh, marshal,

Fred Myers and his wife...

What about them?

They must die.

What?

They give me this to show

to trail boss.

"The Indian carrying this letter is a liar, a beggar and a thief.

"But he wouldn't steal a hound-dog pup

"couldn't pull out of a tan yard.

"Best way to get rid of him is to kick him out of camp

before he can open his mouth. Fred Myers."

Trail herders laugh at me.

Kick me out.

Well, it's a joke, Tobeel.

Tobeel old but still proud.

I know. But you can't kill a man

for making a bad joke, you know.

I make strong medicine.

Oh, well, all right, but, uh, look, just don't try

to help that medicine along

with a knife, say.

I need no help.

Medicine real strong.

Fred Myers was in here yesterday, Matt.

He says his wife's a dressmaker

and they plan to open a store down on Front Street.

Now, they don't sound like the kind of people

that would do that to Tobeel.

No, they don't.

Well, there's no accounting for people.

Can't you make that Indian go away?

Why should I?

Matter of fact, I've been thinking of going out

and hanging a sign on him.

Nerves been bothering you?

Of course not.

Come here.

Now, the money's in a safe place.

Harry's dead and forgotten.

All we gotta do is sit quiet for a year.

I know, Fred.

Maybe you're having trouble forgetting Harry.

No.

Where do you want this?

In the back room.

Nervous people aren't safe, Jennifer.

Don't make me fear you're not safe.

Think I'll go over to the marshal's office.

Make a complaint about that Indian.

But you just said you we-

I changed my mind.

Having a complaint on record might come in handy.

Uh, just in case.

Well, that Tobeel just won't give up.

He stands there all the time.

Well, of course, I guess he does take time off to eat and sleep,

but don't you think that you outta do something about it?

No, there's no law against what he's doing, Chester.

There's no harm in it either, as far as I'm concerned.

Yeah, well.

Oh, I see, they're still after these Wichita bank robbers.

I sure wish they had a description on those men.

Oh, well. Maybe I can get some fishing in tomorrow.

Marshal Dillon?

Yeah.

I'm Dillon. What can I do for you?

My name's Fred Myers.

I want to make a complaint about your pet Indian, Tobeel.

My what?

Well, a man hears things.

Tobeel is a friend of mine, mister,

if that's what you mean.

A good friend.

And he hangs around us all the time.

My wife don't like the way he looks at her, and neither do I.

Tobeel won't hurt you.

Not unless you've given him some good reason to.

I warned you. If that savage does anything to my wife

I'm gonna hold you responsible.

Good, fine. You do that.

Seems to me you ought to worry a bit

about the respectable citizens of this town.

Citizens who write funny letters

don't interest me very much, mister.

I'm gonna take the dress, Mrs. Myers.

Mrs. Myers, would you put the dress in a box for me?

I'm gonna take it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You're terribly worried, aren't you?

Well, Tobeel won't hurt you.

It's just that he's got his pride.

You didn't write that letter, did you?

No.

Well, then, why are y-?

You don't understand.

It's not him I'm afraid of.

Get out of here, Mr. Myers.

Oh, I'm sorry. Jennifer.

Excuse us.

Well, all I know is, Matt, that this woman

is scared to death of something.

When I left, she was so nervous she couldn't even say goodbye.

He was very polite, though.

Mr. Dillon, there's bad trouble over at the dress store.

What's the matter? It's Mrs. Myers.

She's- She's dead.

That had driven in from close-up.

No question who did it.

That Indian was just waiting for a chance.

Well, let's go get him.

Hold on, Myers.

You're not going anywhere.

I'll handle this.

Hello, Tobeel.

What happened to you?

Tobeel have fight with Fred Myers before.

Tobeel,

this is your knife, isn't it?

Blood. Dry.

You know where I found it?

Tobeel not know where he lose.

I've got to arrest you, Tobeel.

Look at this.

Well, I didn't know he come from Wichita.

Why is it people always lock their front door

and leave the back door open?

I haven't been able to find anything so far

except for what belongs here.

Well, what'd you expect to find?

I don't know, Chester.

But I do know that Tobeel didn't kill that woman.

Must be Myers.

Marshal.

What are you doing here?

Looking around.

For what?

I don't know, Myers.

Well, that's no answer.

Well, it's the best I can give you.

When are you gonna hang that Indian, marshal?

I'm not gonna hang him.

I'm gonna turn him loose.

You'll what?

And I'm gonna take him over to the Long Branch

and buy him a drink.

He won't talk while he's in jail.

He feels he's in disgrace.

But over a drink, he'll talk easy.

Talk about what?

Found that in your wagon.

Tobeel could help if he wanted to.

I had to throw him in jail to keep him from being lynched.

I knew it would disgrace him but I didn't want him to die.

Tobeel's a friend of mine. I'd like to help him.

If he'll help me.

We kind of need each other.

When I see them on trail, there was two men.

And one woman.

When they come to Dodge, there was just one man.

Well, now, that's more like it, Tobeel.

Now you're helping us.

You see, uh, Myers was in Wichita before he came here.

Now did you actually talk to this other man?

No. He was asleep.

Long sleep.

Oh.

Matt, look.

Go tell Chester we're ready, will you?

You better get out of the way, Kitty.

Well, first time I ever seen a lawman

drinking with a known murderer.

Myers,

Tobeel here didn't kill your wife.

What are you saying? Everybody knows he did.

Nope. Tobeel's a Kiowa

and a Kiowa's got a special way of handling knives.

Tobeel,

kill me that bear over in the corner.

Your wife was stabbed from close-up.

Well, if the Indian didn't kill her, who did?

You.

Got proof?

Maybe I didn't like her dressmaking, hm?

Nope.

You just didn't like her knowing you'd killed your partner.

What partner would that be?

Wichita.

It takes a rope to hang a man, marshal.

Not an old flour sack.

Myers.

I want to show you something.

Put the gun away.

You're not gonna kill a marshal

in front of a dozen witnesses.

Are you?

What are you gonna show me?

Come here.

You're getting out of Dodge, Myers.

What?

Now.

Kind of figured you'd be too anxious to leave by yourself,

so I got Chester to give you a hand.

But why should I leave?

Because I'm tired of looking at you, mister.

You're through. Now get going.

Well, what about the dresses and the store fixtures?

Send me an address. I'll ship them to you.

You letting him go just like that?

Just like that.

Miss?

Keep walking.

Now, turn around.

Reach inside. You'll find a moneybag.

Matt.

Well,

I kind of thought you might be around.

That's why I brought her.

If you want this, you'll have to buy it with her life.

I'll send her back after a while.

Unless she takes a liking to m-

Medicine good, but work too slow.

Thanks, Tobeel.

He had me stumped when I saw you walk in.

He did?

Come on, I'll take you home.

Tobeel, stay here until I come back, will you?