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NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke,"
with Milburn Stone as Doc,

Ken Curtis as Festus,
Buck Taylor as Newley,

and starring James
Arness as Matt Dillon.

Done told you, he ain't coming.

He'll be coming.

When the almighty
fitted you for brains,

he had a moth in mind.

Pryor, this is the Nations.

This is Indian country.

It's wilder than
springing snakes.

Why, even the bears
walk soft out here.

Now, there ain't no
lawman tailing us

into the belly of hell for
just topping off a bank.

I dunno, boss.

What I heard about Dillon,
well, he ain't no normal lawman.

Ain't no such thing
as a normal lawman.

You want me to tell
you what a lawman is?

He's just a bob
with a badge on it.

Can't do a day's work,
drive a plow mule to a shed.

Now, let's get.

I'm telling you,
boss, he'll be here.

They talk about Dillon in Texas.

You took all the talk in
Texas and turned into a rock?

Walk up the Missouri River.

Keep on your toes.

[inaudible] table, them
boys up there will turn

rawer than a sore dog's face.

They sure aren't trying to
hide their tracks, are they?

No, from that warden's report,
I'm not surprised, either.

They're the kind that think
they can handle anything.

Do you know any
of them personally?

No, just by reputation.

They fought for
the South together,

and then they drifted around
and wound up in the same prison.

Oh.

Well, what do you say, boys?

This is good dry wood.

Won't sign your name in the sky.

Looks like fair grazing too.

Fixtures over here.

Shh.

What is it?

Shh.

What Is it?

Shh.

Foss?

Will someone please tell me?

Is it the Indians?

Remember, hit 'em in
the head this time.

Is it Indians?

Is it Indians?

Sagehens, and all of you
let me think it was Indians.

I suppose you
think that's funny.

Sagehens.

Sagehens, all after
them dumb old Sagehens.

Sure.

Injuns ain't no good to eat,
least I ain't never heard so.

You ever eat an Injun, Oregon?

No.

No, Big Thicket,
can't say as I have.

Sagehens.

You know, I could have took
off with all that money

you're so lovingly counting.

That's why we so
lovingly counting it.

Blasting away, making all that
ruckus when we got good beef

jerky and a man following us!

Well, now,
Sunshine, if Dillon's

as good as you seem to think
he is, he ain't a fool.

And he knows the way we left
that bank flat to ashes,

and those banker folks all
sewed in sacks so as they could

discuss the close part of
finance close, old Dillon,

he'll know it wasn't no bunch
of hard cidered farm boys

took that vault. But then
again, ain't a marshal been

born from his mother's
glory ever come

out too bright in the head.

You was a sniper in the
war, wasn't you, Sunshine?

That's right.

Oh, that must've been
nice, all nested up there,

just shooting at 'em out
there, watching 'em drop,

not getting none of that on you.

Oh, I ain't gonna go say
that you wasn't good.

You were probably the best!

You know that black-tailed
buck you shot two days ago?

You know I paced
that off near 500?

Weren't much.

Not to you maybe!

But to us, we could have had a
wagon bed full of cartridges,

and that critter staked out
there, he'd have lied down

and gone to sleep,
he'd be so bored.

See, Sunshine, what I'm
driving at is, you see,

all of us, we've done
gone the dance different.

Well, it don't matter none.

Because tomorrow,
I'm heading south.

No, no.

North's best.

Maybe, but south's
my direction.

Not when you think on it.

No.

Clatch, will you
put that thing down.

Sunshine don't wanna think
with no blade in his eye.

It ain't nothing but common
sense, just busting outta jail

and on the run, we
can't go on toting

Wells Fargo buckets off the
stages and cold-stiffing banks.

We gotta get us a proper thing.

We gotta get us into business.

Proper business,
proper business!

Oh, that ain't saying
that if the chance arises

there's money that we ain't
going right in the center

and on through.

But mainly, we got to get
us a good, sturdy business

with a future.

And the way into town's taking
the front door, not the back.

Change our names.

Big Thicket done said it.

Proper business.

Time's is changing.

Now [inaudible]

What you say may be right, but
that's your business, not mine.

I know we done broke
out of prison together,

and we robbed a bank together.

But I'm still heading south.

A drunk squaw could've
held them reins.

You didn't earn nothing.

Hey, will you quit
favoring that blade?

Now, Pryor, we got
this thing worked

out right down to the dust.

The only thing we
needed was a gun.

Hides, Sunshine, hides.

What are you
talking about, hides?

Buffalor hides!

That's big business.

And all them dukes, and
them dukesses, and queens,

and all the such, all
them sparkle people, they

all taking to buffalor coats.

Near biggest beaver was,
the price being what it is.

Right, Oregon?

Maybe bigger.

Money, big money, all lawful.

We gotta get one more
stake, one more good stake.

We gotta hire us
skinners, freighters gear.

And we heard a lot of tales
in prison about your shooting.

Now we seed ya, young and
skinny like a-- like a colt

folding a cactus.

Well, we all had our doubts.

Then that black tailed buck.

You know, I could hardly even
seem him with my own eyes.

Close shot, compared to some.

But I'm still heading south.

Not that all of
us approve of you.

Clatch here figures you're soft.

He wants to kill you.

'Course, Clatch has got a brain
you could hide in a walnut.

But his knife don't know it.

Now, you ain't no
free-riding man.

While we was inside that bank,
you was standing outside there,

just like a parked statue.

There ain't nobody in Dodge
ever gonna forget you.

It's just like Foss said.

We got this figured out down
to the last of the dust.

Well, I'm gonna make
my bed up by the bluff

so I can see the back trail.

Why Judas, I've
half a-- all right.

You go hunker up
there in the wind,

but you keep it to mind, you
get any thoughts about cutting

and running, old Clatch
here, he can track

a feather in a dust storm.

You know, we've
been through times

and scrapes tighter than
teeth, the four of us.

Seen the way in and the way
out of things most like we

was made out of mirror.

Now I'm wondering,
are we the tree

full of owls we think we are?

Will you say what
you're wondering?

I'm wondering on two
things, Big Thicket.

What if that Kansas marshal's
Missouri stubborn after all

like, Pryor says?

Well, I think five against
one-- pretty good odds.

But if you're nervous, we
can cover up our tracks.

Oh, we'll do that.

But it won't help none if
little old Sunshine was to drop

a piece of this or that behind.

He's always last, ain't he?

Always checking that
fool back trail.

And he's thinking on riding
south all of a sudden.

Now, why would he leave
any trail for the law?

That don't make no sense at all.

Maybe he figures if he's ever
caught it'll go easier for him.

But that ain't such a much.

What if all we done
heard about his shooting

was just so much sugar wind?

What if that shot the
other day on that buck

was more luck than rifle?

Yeah.

I'm gonna gut him now.

No, no.
No, Clatch.

You sit down.

I'm gonna try him and
his sharps out tomorrow.

If you be right, Oregon,
I'll kill him myself.

On the dime.

[inaudible]

Yeah, well, we can't
go any further tonight.

This is as good a place
as any to make camp.

Looks like they might
have camped here too.

There's been a cook
fire over there.

We cant' be too far
behind 'em right now.

I never saw anybody
who robbed a bank travel

as slow as they're going.

makes me wonder
what's gonna happen

when we catch up with 'em.

I know what you mean.

I've been thinking
about that too.

See anything?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Mhm.

This morning, two coyotes, and
last night, 5 five lizards.

Well, that's more
than I expected.

But I'm telling you,
Foss, he's gonna come.

Pryor, now I ain't
one to favor another,

but if you keep mentioning
that around them,

It ain't gonna make
your roots grow.

And let me tell
you something else.

You better know how
to shoot this gun,

or you ain't gonna
need any roots.

You're gonna need a hole.

Now, they're ready.

Now, you see that white
rock there by that cactus?

You see it right down there,
where my finger's pointing.

Do yous see it?

I see it.

OK, now, just about two
feet of that is a lime crack.

Now, make the bullet buff clear.

If you can put five
bullets into that rock,

you can hit any Buffalo
broadsider than a brisket.

Now, I'm not sure what the range
is, but it's far for certain.

I don't know.

Quarter of a mile maybe.

Yeah.

Now, the fellas are down
there in creek, out of shot.

Now, just take your time, hm?

Let's see.

Don't seem to be no cross wind.

He could be throwing fry
pans from what you can tell.

Well, a cold clean barrel could
throw a shot wild sometime.

You missed!

You missed again.

Well, he ain't hit it once.

Boy.

You missed again.

Better suck it in, boy.

Be the last breath you
take from here on out.

Let's go take a look.

Well, there ain't nothing here,
not even a mark on that rock.

Well, would you
look at that rock.

As clean as a preacher's pocket.

I wasn't shooting at that rock.

[cheering]

Five outta five on
target, half the size!

This Sunshine's gonna
pile up them buffalor.

That's gonna keep 12 skinners,
12 of 'em that's gonna

be busier than bees in honey.

We're gonna need five,
maybe seven wagons.

That's more than John
Gales and Grease did.

Theirs only had one season.

Yeah, but-- but they
got their cell richer

than a graveyard mob.

The way buffalor
are getting scarcer

and scarcer, man, the market's
wide as a deacon's hope.

Yeah, we gonna be
walking on soft street.

Spyglass?

Hey, what's that down there?

Might be something
left down there.

Oregon, you're a
packrat for sure.

Now, if the Indians done that,
they done picked her clean.

Not if they was womped
after it happened.

The onliest way we're gonna
find out this is go down there

and look.

Seek and ye shall find.

Says so in the Bible.

Let's get to seeking.

They were here all right.

Shot some sagehens.

Well, we're closing on 'em.

Not more than a
day, day and a half.

Oh, will you look at this now?

The Army was living
on navy beans.

Them dry enough
to turn a woodrat.

If that's a blanket,
then hogs wear scarves.

The little happy man done
found himself a tobacco chew.

Out in the rain and snow,
it's got to be rotten by now.

I've chewed worse.

Usually I'm surprised ever
few minutes, but that, that

don't surprise me at all.

Well, lookie here.

Look what I found.

Yankee uniforms.

Oh sweet Judas.

I spent the best time of my life
just running from those things

and shooting at him.

And you go find a whole boxful.

Yeah, well, these
pants'll do better

for cold than what we got.

Yeah, well, I wouldn't put
one on mine even if the devil

rode a bobcat up a plum tree.

And McClellan saddles, like
them Yankees used to use.

Well, what good is they?

Only a fool'd ride one
of them butt-busters.

Come on.
Let's get outta here.

Now, wait a minute, wait
a minute, wait a minute.

I'm thinking.

Hold on to the rock.

He's thinking.

I think I got something.

Well, don't give it to us.

Now, you remember what we
were saying about needing one

more stake for the business.

Will you think out loud
what you're thinking?

I think the heavens has smiled.

I hate colonels.

You wear what fits.

'Sides, colonels is always
fat, and scratches a lot,

and is natural leaders.

There wasn't a colonel ever
born had brains enough to find

a backhouse on his own if it
wasn't on a downhill path,

and you know it.

Well, it's a good
plan, Big Thicket.

It's for sure.

One of you-- one of you men tell
me how you declare martial law.

How do I know?

You just-- you just declare it.

Oh.

They don't know neither.

Just go right on
in, and talk loud.

My old man always
said, "half the world

is made by talking loud."

Use we's in that half.

Town of Burry is right
on the edge of the Nation.

Them people seen Indian's
doings since they

put down the first well.

There ain't been
no ruction recently.

Yeah, they know terra like
a youngin knows his porridge.

All the more reason.

Memories build.

Look like we've
been sacking bobcats,

and then run outta sacks.

Yeah, more like we done
held down the entire uprising

by ourselves.

Let's stick to this plan.

It'll be like warm
butter on bread.

You do just as I
say, Big Thicket.

I've seen old Lighthorse
Phelps's boys hold a whole town

once for more than a week.

Yeah?

Pure bluff.

An ape with agates in his head
could have figured it out.

But they was all
scared, jelly green.

It's the bluff that does.

And we won't be there long
enough to fetch a frown.

Right.

We stick to this plan,
we'll be through the storm

on the green grass.

We might just come
out on top yet!

Let's go.

Well, there it is.

Just sitting there
like a Christmas apple.

Now, remember, I'm the
leader, Oregon's next,

and the rest of you are
just the rest of you.

Now, now, now hold it there.

Now ,it ain't the
fit of the uniform.

We share, same as always.

I don't trust no officers.

Clatch, sometimes, I
think you and your horse

should change places.

Now, the way we planned.

Remember it, every bit.

Now, we're gonna look military.

Ho!

Ho?

Your brain's turned to jelly.

Hey, look.

We got company coming.

It's the Army.

-What are they doing here?
-I dunno.

There aren't very many of them.

I wonder where the
rest of the unit is.

What are they?

What are these men?

What are they doing?

Ho.

Dismount.
You men stay outside.

Oregon and me'll go inside
and talk to the sheriff.

The rest of you, stay here.

[snoring]

Who are you?

Who do I look like?

A fat blue belly?

A blue belly?

Well, that's what
we used to call

you down on the Shenandoah.

I mean--

You was on the Shenandoah?

Sure, Booker's
Mill, Selby's 4th.

Hey, how about that, Oregon?

He was at Booker.

I heard, sir.

But that's all in the past.

Yeah, well, the
South'll rise again.

You can say that again.

You mind if I
question him, Colonel?

Yeah, go ahead, Oregon--
Lieutenant Oregon.

Hey, you got a
bottle hereabouts?

I'm drier than a cracked whip.

Yeah.

I got it here somewhere.

What's your name, Sheriff?

Van Werkle.

Well, this town's
under martial law.

What's martial law?

The Army has taken over.

Blue bellies taking over Burry?

Yeah!

Well, gee.

I dunno what Mr. Burry's
gonna think about that.

Who's Mr.

Burry?

He's the banker.

He's the one this
town's named after.

He runs everything.

Well, you simple-sided idiot.

You get that banker
right down here now.

This town's liable to be
attacked by Caiawas any hour!

Caiawas?

Yep, they wiped out
Mapes and Suzyville

like a herd over snails.

Divided our column.

Now, get the banker down here.

We gotta set us a plan for
defense till help arrives.

Lord and-- hey, Jack Shields!

Yes, sir.

Uh, go up and Mr. Burry.

Tell him to get it-- no, no.

Ask him to come down
here right away.

Matter of life and death.

His too!

Sheriff, Mr. Burry done went
down to the Farrell place

on a foreclosure.

Dang, I done forgot.

Well, how long is
he gonna be gone?

Tomorrow late, I reckon, sir.

At least.

Injuns.

Look, anybody else know
the combination of the safe?

Or they got a key?

Well, yeah, that'd
be Mr. Burry.

He wouldn't trust
God with free air.

Why?

Safe's being the only
place that won't burn,

townspeople can put
their valuables in it,

and the Injuns won't
know what it's for.

Oh.

We'll just have to wait.

Well, we gonna need
us some quarters.

What's the best you got?

Well, that won't be
too hard to figure.

Well, Ma Graham's boarding
house is your best bet,

right down the street there.

Good bed, and good food.

How about the Red Moose.

Aw no.

That ain't hardly--

Well, I know it ain't
hardly, but is it?

Mhm.

Well, then, that's
our quarters.

-Go on, men.
-Sheriff.

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Goddurn wires is down again.

Yeah, I know, Welsh.

It's Injuns.

Injuns?

Rampaging.

They done took
enough hair to stuff

mattressed for a whole town.

Shenandoah, you and Shields,
and what's his name here,

you get all the people,
and get all their valuables

over to the bank.

Hurry as fast as you can.

Bring all the guns
and hayforks they got.

Then bring all the [inaudible].

Sentries is posted
on every hill.

How'd they ever beat us?

Pardon, sir?

Aw, nothing.

Spread out.

[hollering]

Well now!

Come on in, boys.

This is Mark Randall's joint.

From Pittsburgh.

Looks more like Mobile.

Well, don't the world turn?

This here's Dorothy,
and Helen, and Clare.

Won't you have a
little drink, Dorothy?

This here's old Bear Paws
Mueller, piano player.

The more keys he
sees, the easier

it is to hit 'em, right Wayne?

And that one at
the table's Arlene.

She's got it figured that
she's made out of soft whispers

and velvet bows.

Ain't seen none of you
boys in here before.

Well, there ain't been
no Injun attack before.

Injuns?

Lord in a top hat.

The last time they
come through here.

Wasn't no sight for sore eyes,
what they did up in Suzyville.

They must have
massacred half the town.

Ain't nothing for you lovely
ladies to worry about.

We got reinforcements
on the way.

The Sergeant's right.

Sentries is posted on
every hill to report

as much as an eyelash.

Now, just ease
your loving hearts.

And put this all
on the Army bill.

They're gonna send checks, and
they're gonna pay for it all.

Found a nest,
boys, found a nest!

I'll be out on the front porch.

They must have
changed their clothes.

Newly, I want you to ride
back there to Bluff City

and tell the Sheriff.

I think his name's Reilly.

Tell him what we found here.

Tell him to get a
bunch of men to get

back out here on the double.

Are you reading
something I ain't?

Yesterday, we were
tracking five trail bums.

Today, they've found a
way to change themselves

into the union cavalry.

Why?

Good disguise, I guess.

I'm afraid there may
be more to it than that.

Well, I feel like I'm
kind of running out on you.

Thanks, Newly.

If they're bent on more trouble,
I doubt one more gun'll help.

We're gonna need
that whole posse.

I'll leave word in Burry
where they're headed.

And, Newly, ride hard.

You bet.

How come you ain't in there,
grinding at Satan's horns?

How come you ain't in
there pointing 'em out?

'Cause I don't
like the kind what

paws you like a paddle wheel.

You're different.

Oh yeah.

Hey, I'm just a sweet
little old lullaby.

And you got this terrible
desire to mother me in that tin

can heart of yours, ain't you?

While both hands are
going through my pockets.

Wlel, that's one
way of putting it.

Yeah?

And you got another
way of putting it?

Yeah.

Them in there, they're smart.

You, if you'da had an original
idea, it'd blow your head off.

You remind me of
a man I knew once.

Only one?

He was my brother.

Had two of 'em.

Lost 'em, just after Bull Run.

Yeah, and I bet that
ripped your heart right

down to your toes, didn't it?

Enough to know
Union blue talk when

it comes over Johnny red lips.

You ain't fooling me,
Cottonmouth, not that I care.

I'm leaving.

But my left hand just
had a bet with my right

about what you plan to do.

Yeah, we plan to save
this town of yours.

Save?

Drunk squaws leading
a cloud of hornets

could save this town more than
them ridge runners in there.

You think I was raised in
a shoe box or something?

Yeah.

I bet that'd be a good bet.

"Waiting for Burry." "Safe's
the best place for valuables."

"Won't burn."

The whole thing's
easier to smell

than dead steers
after a hot spell.

You're gonna rob the bank
is what you're gonna do.

Look, I done told you once.

We come here to save
this town of yours, not--

After you rob the bank,
what are you gonna do?

You know, you got a
head like a cantaloupe.

I done told you once.

We ain't come here
to rob no bank.

In fact, won't be
long before I'll be

getting out of the Army and--

Army?

You ain't even in no army.

Like I said, I'm gonna
start me a proper business.

Business?

PRYOR: That's a
right, a business.

You don't know any more
about business than a bear

knows about turtles.

Oh, and you think you're
so smart, don't you?

Know everything about
everything, don't you?

Well, I got some
left to learn yet.

But what I done learned, I
learned faster than a flash

flood runs to flat ground.

And you?

What do you know,
excepting that sharpshooter

you're holding like it was
a babe to yourself suckling?

You come out here
to air all that?

No.

The world's run by pure fools.

I just come out
to see the purest.

Well, at least you
seen something pure.

I guess I didn't mean that.

I did.

What's going on?

It's Injun.

Indians?

Everybody's bringing
their stuff to the bank.

So you're Marshall Dillon
from Dodge City, huh?

That's right.

Put 'em up.

High.

You must be Pryor.

A lot of talk makes me nervous.

So just keep it quiet.

Sir, I'd like you go
over to the Red Moose

and tell the Colonel there
"what was following us is here."

You got there?

"What was following us is here."

That's an order.
Go on.

Yes, sir.

You bet, sir.

I gotta hand it
to you, Spyglass.

You was right all along.

Must have spanked him the
wrong end when he was born.

All right, now what is it?

Gabby Blazer's kid
just come up to me,

and eyes as big as pie pans
telling me about-- who's that?

Jig Hamilton, Injun trader.

Caught him riding into
town, big as life.

Sells 'em coal-oiled
liquor'd make an eagle walk

and get sore winged doing it.

There's your Injun trouble.

Are you the sheriff here?

Yup.

Well, I mean, I was.

My name's Matt Dillon.

I'm the US marshal from Dodge.

These men have robbed
the bank there.

Matt Dillon, huh?

Matt Dillon?

Oh no.

Now, he-- he scouted
for me on the Temescal.

Now, he's built small
and puny like Carson.

Right, Oregon-- Lieutenant?
-Yes, sir.

Dillon?
No, Jig Hamilton!

That's who he be.

Now, you get on over
to the bank, Sheriff,

and let us know the
second past the minute

that bankerman comes.

You can wire my deputy
for confirmation.

Now, wait minute.

I can't-- the wires is down.

We got big Injun
trouble around here.

Yeah, you don't suspect we'd
double back, do you Hamilton?

These are the men
that cut the wires,

and they found these uniforms.

Now, Sheriff.

All right.

Why don't we kill him now?

What's all this
handcuffing and jailing?

What's the sense?

While you was
entertaining yourself,

we was thinking on it, Clatch.

Like Sunshine said,
he just kept a-coming.

Now, he ain't no
ordinary lawpusher.

He's like a fort losing a
cannon, town to lose this man.

What are y'all
trying to tell me?

While you was having a good
time, Clatch, we was thinking.

Now, after we take
the bank here,

and before we go
into proper business,

we might just find out
how much a big town'd

give to get their big man back.

Mhm.

I'd say a ransom for him would
bring at least three wagons in.

Yeah.

Now, you guard
him good, Sunshine.

How come I gotta guard him
when he's locked in good?

Because we don't trust
that sheriff all that much.

One of us'll
relieve you tonight.

FOSS: Yeah, that Dorothy,
she ain't from downtown.

She's from the hill
country outta--

[door closes]

I knowed you'd come.

Why?

Why not?

I mean, why'd you keep coming?

Not knowing what was
ahead of you and all?

It's my job.

Lawman.

Why?

Somebody's gotta do it.

Yeah, but it ain't
even a proper business.

It's a business like any other.

That's a nice looking
sharps you got there.

Quarter cut green stock and all.

Oughta hold a pretty steady
grip if it's bedded properly.

You know about sharps?

I tried hiding once.

You did?

You's a buffalo hunter?

About half a day.

Why'd you quit?

Don't you like hunting?

Well, it's more like
slaughter than hunting.

There's a difference.

Difference in the men too.

What's that supposed to mean?

Just that a man's a
man in the first hour,

though he may take a few
side trips down the trail,

but he'll find his
way back to center.

Look, I don't know what you're
getting at, but let me tell you

something-- it
ain't me in there.

Maybe not, but just
where are you, Pryor?

[chattering]

Penny for your
thoughts, Princess?

It'd get you change.

How'd you start drinking, Wayne?

A woman?

A bottle.

Ever give it up?

Aw, don't wanna break
up a marriage, Princess.

That's the foundation
of the West.

You've been around.

Yeah, I've been
around and back.

ARLENE: Dodge?

Mhm.

Think that stiff they
got down there is Dillon?

Likely.

And that hayroller
guarding him.

You mean that kid?

He ain't no hayroller.

Neither one of 'em are.

They're different.

Might even call 'em "men."

You mean that junior
and his little rifle?

That boy would try to rope
a star if you asked him too.

Where'd you get that idea?

Outta that marriage?

That ain't Union
soldiers, and you know it.

Rebs.

WAYNE: Yup.

Gonna rob the bank
soon as Burry's back

with the birthstone.

It figures.

That hayroller tell you that?

As much as.

I've seen bogged horses smarter.

A lot of people could get hurt.

Couple of good
guns turned around

might just switch the trick.

I-- I'm leaving.

You could do it.

An owl in a forest fire
could see the way you

and that boy looked
at each other.

Go to hell, Wayne Mueller.

I got a room there.

But I didn't see any
reservation there for you.

And that's the point.

That's the point.

SHERIFF: Mr. Burry.

Hah.

What's going on
around here, Sheriff?

There's Injuns on the rampage.

And-- and the Army
come and took over,

and the bank is
the safest place.

Good grief.
What?

They all want to withdraw?

-No, no.
-Indians?

Army?
-Right.

What in tarnation are you
talking about, Van Werkle?

You never were very smart,
but you're the only one

who'd ever take the job.

Well, he's smart
enough to take orders,

and that makes him
a very smart man.

Now, you'd better hurry up and
open up that safe, Mr. Burry.

Why?

Will somebody tell me what's
going on around there?

Caiawa, sir.

They've raided the
north border towns,

and they're heading south.

We split our detachment, but
we sent for reinforcements.

Until then, we're holding here.

And a safe's the best
place for the valuables.

Onliest thing in
town that won't burn!

And I never heard of an
Indian that can blow a safe.

Now, you better hurry up and
open that thing up, Mr. Burry.

Now, wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

I just come down from the north.

And I didn't hear any
word about any Indians.

Where did you say you
sent for reinforcements?

The Fort-- where--
where was it?

Uh, it was Fort--

Camby?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's it.

Closed down two years ago.

I served for four years as
colonel with General Sheridan.

I never saw anything that wasn't
in a cage that looked like you.

Now, who are you men
and what do you want?

What was your duty
under Sheridan?

Paymaster.

Uh-huh.

Well, while you was doing
the paying under Sheridan,

we was doing the killing on
the other side under Price.

And we ain't forgot
what we learnt.

I just hope you ain't forgot
what you done learned, cracker.

You're gonna open
that safe, or I'm

gonna blow your brains so high
the hawks'll think it's rain!

How'd you get
involved with them?

That'd take a while.

Well, we got no place to go.

I was in the war,
and a couple years

after, I busted this Yankee
loudmouth in a fight.

They put me in prison.

And Big Thicket and
all the others, they

were already there.

Come to find out, we'd
all served under Price.

Just never met.

So when they broke out, they
took you along with 'em, huh?

No, I went along.

Like you went along with
that hold-up in Dodge, huh?

Well, there ain't
any use in denying it.

Half of Dodge seen me
holding them horses!

What are you gonna do now?

Business.

You know, they gonna kill you.

Be it that town pays or not.

They're gonna kill you.

Could be.

Don't that bother you none?

Sure it bothers me.

There isn't a man in his
right mind doesn't wanna live.

But there isn't a
man in his right mind

doesn't know it won't
come to an end too.

It's what he does in between
makes it firm or hollow.

And you don't think
you've done enough?

Son, left blind or crawling,
there's still always something

more a man wants to do.

Well, they're gonna
kill you anyway.

You hear me?

They're gonna kill you.

I hear you.

What do you mean
coming in like that?

Don't you know you
could've got shot?

You'd have probably
missed this close.

Here.

Where did you get that?

Off of what you call
your-- your colonel.

You mean you done took
up with Big Thicket now?

Aw, it's not what you're
thinking you clay-headed goat.

It was hanging over
his belt like a thumb!

Now, open it.

I can't.

You know, you could
read fine print

through that head of yours.

You're getting in deeper.

Don't you understand nothing?

They're over there at
that bank right now!

Now, open up the cell,
and let the marshal out.

Nope.

They're gonna kill
that old man in there.

You know, I don't know
all of what you are,

but I don't think you
wanna ride with killers.

Or do you?

You're quite a lady.

Hardly, Marshal.

Takes more than sitting
with teacups to make a lady.

Come on, let's get moving.

Stop it.

Don't rush me.

Don't rush me.

Now, you get that
thing open, fat boy,

or two things gonna happen.

One, your head's
going clean to Mexico.

And they'll find a store
with enough black powder

to blow that thing up like
a bucket of fish hooks.

Maybe tear up some money,
but that gold don't bend.

Right.

No, the money's nothing,
but the papers, the deeds,

the whole country hereabouts.

The money's nothing?

Thicket, will you
get that thing open?

Will You shut up?

Just, I wanna hear this.

Thicket let's--

Just keep quiet!

I wanna hear about this.

Now, the money is nothing?

Not alongside history.

History?

The documents in that safe
contain the entire development

of this land, every
lasting bit of yesterday,

today, and tomorrow.

Oh no, banker.

No, no.

Now, you get over there!

No, now how come you don't
got you todays and tomorrows?

It was this.

Right there, all six of them.

They got you todays
and tomorrows.

Guts and guns is
what made history.

Now, all you with your
paper ideas, and your rakes,

and your hoes.

Oh--

Shut up, I said!

I'll blow your head off!

All your marshals,
and your sheriffs,

they're-- they're
tending traffic.

You're-- you just all--
you're all stringers.

You're just strung out
all across this land.

Thicket!

I said, shut up!

You know, you're-- you're just
like-- paper-- paper cut-outs!

You're just waiting, and hoping,
and praying nobody got a match.

Well, this here's your match.

Always gonna be, boy?

You understand that
everything I said I done mean?

You get that open,
stringer, while you still

got two eyes in your head!

Right, Colonel.

That's it, now.

Fat boy, turn, turn, turn, turn.

Keep turning.

All right.
Come on, now.

Keep moving.

Hey, outta there.

Hey, we're gonna sing.

I think we oughta sing.

You know, my favorite song is
"The Yellow Rose of Texas."

Hey, you, you.

You're pretty-- no,
you're not smart.

You're dumb.

Hey, you like pretty smart.

Let me hear it.
"Yellow Rose of Texas."

I've never heard of it.

What do you mean you
never heard of it?

It's the most famous song ever!

I've never heard of it.

You've never heard it?

"The prettiest little
flower that heaven ever?"

What are you talking about?

"Eyes like diamonds
and shining?"

You know that.

Sing it.

I don't know the words.

You don't know nothing!

I know the words.

How do you know the words?

It's by one of my people.

One of your people?

One that's both our
people, you might say.

Hey, it's about one of
the prettiest little things

in Texas.

That's right.

You're try-- what
are you trying to say?

Drop it.

Tie him and gag him.

Now, let's go, Pryor.

Will you get him to hurry up?

Foss, get outta here.

You making me edgy.

It's coming now.

That's it.

Not the documents.

Ain't history gonna warm us.

Hold it.

Marshal, you rotten, no-good--

Disgracing the pure
of the Union blue!

Oughta find a hole that--
that your own shadow

can't find you in.

And we believed you!

Lower than snakes in sand holes!

Loosing our bodies for
you, and all the time

you was robbers, and worse!

Thanks, Marshal.

Hey, look at us!

You deserve everything you get!

[shouting]

How long you think
they'll give me?

Oh, depending on my report.

If you'd a betting man,
would you bet it'd be short?

Well, I'm not much
of a betting man.

-Oh.
-But if I was--

Yeah?

--I'd sure bet on
something worthwhile.

Will you give me a minute?

Come on.

She said to tell you,
she still ain't a lady.

She's gonna buy them teacups.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."