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[music playing]

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

Curtis as Festus, Buck Taylor as Newly, and starring

James Arness as Matt Dylan.

[chatter]

Whiskey.

I'd like to see the color of your money first, Mr. Smith.

You put it on my bill.

And I'll pay you later.

We don't carry nobody.

It's a house rule.

I need a drink.

And I need it bad.

I'll tell you what.

I got a good horse down at the stable.

Give me some whiskey, I'll give you the horse--

a bottle of whiskey, just one.

He's not buying your horse, Mr. Smith.

You're going to need it to get out of Brimstone.

You can't run me out.

I already have.

Luke's not going to buy your horse.

Are you, Luke?

No, sir, not if you say not, Sheriff.

It's a mighty strange a man can sell

his guns but not his horse.

Well, when a man don't need guns to get out of town,

all he needs is a horse.

I want you out of this town within the hour.

Now, let me see those guns your bought.

I told you before.

You ain't running no pawn shop here.

A man needs liquor bad enough to sell everything he owns,

he's a public nuisance.

And I don't want him in town.

These ain't just ordinary guns.

What are you talking about?

All right, now you look right there.

You just see what is written there.

C. Demon-- John C. Demon, Marshall of Loredo.

That's right.

They'll more than likely be stolen.

I couldn't pass up an opportunity

to get a souvenir like that.

But Sheriff, these guns cleaned up Santa Fe, Loredo.

Souvenir?

Uh, Matt, I can't go out on the trail again without a bottle.

I got to have a drink.

Now, look, I got a locket here, see?

It's solid gold.

It's good. Now, you look at it.

I tell you what.

I'll give you this locket, it's worth $100, for two bottles.

Smith, I'm sorry.

Just one bottle.

One bottle, come on, man.

You-- you gave me two bottles for the guns.

This is worth a lot more, a lot more.

Just one bottle, please.

Look, Smith, I'd like to help you.

But the Sheriff just laid into me for buying the guns.

Now, I can't help you.

I don't dare give you the bottle.

Ben, give me one for the road then.

[banging]

[grunting]

All right, hold it!

Now just hold it right there.

Put it away, Luke.

You don't expect me to stand there

and let you half kill that man.

Well, now, you see, he's making some smart remarks

about Mr. Aiken.

We're just teaching him better manners.

I ain't going to tell you again, Luke.

You ain't going to try and take all of us.

Give me one bottle and I'll stop them.

One bottle.

[grunting]

Give me the guns.

Crazier than you are.

[gunshot]

Luke, I told you!

Looking to get yourself killed, Rummy?

Get that fella off the floor.

Mister, you're asking for it.

[gunshots]

Anybody else?

You're going to pay for this, Mister.

When we come back, we better not find you in Brimstone.

[gunshot]

You better keep it, mister.

You're gonna need them.

What about the bottle?

The bottle's yours too.

And the drinks are on our house!

[cheering]

I'm telling you, Sheriff, it's unlikely as this man

just kind of blew them apart.

Well, no gunfight Sheriff.

I had my gun leveled at them.

And they tried to pull iron.

It kind of went off, like an accident.

I see.

Well, as they say, reckon a man's entitled to some

of the fruits of victory.

So I'll put off that deadline until noon tomorrow.

After that, Mr. Smith, I don't want to see you in Brimstone.

Clear?

Couldn't be any clearer, Sheriff.

Goodnight.

Matt!

What are you doing in Brimstone?

Hello, Frank.

I'm, uh-- I'm here on a fishing expedition.

And the name is Kimble, Matt Kimble.

Oh, then you've heard about the trouble we've been having.

Governor sent me down here to look into it.

How bad is it?

Well, it's bad enough.

A man named Riker moved in two, three months ago

with a fistful of gunslingers.

Been riding roughshod over everybody.

I never knew anybody to ride roughshod over you, Frank.

Well, they're getting to me.

They busted up this place a little while ago.

You'll never believe it, but a bar room

bum I thought I'd run out of town put

out the fire before I got here.

What?

Said you wouldn't believe it.

Calls himself Smith.

He's right over there.

When did he get into Brimstone?

Two, three days ago, drank up all his money,

been trying to sell his horse.

And you threw him out of town, huh?

Well, I tried.

Is that really Chauncey Demon?

That's him, all right.

Oh.

I haven't heard about him in years.

Remember when you, and him, and Billy Carter

cleaned up Laredo when you weren't much

more than runny-nosed kids?

Yeah.

See you later.

See you, Matt.

Mr. Smith?

Matt.

Kimble.

Yeah, Matt Kimble, why not?

Matt, you dirty old horse thief, you.

How are you?

You must have lived a charmed life.

Or else they'd have buried you years ago.

Good to see you too, Mr. Smith.

Come on.

Sit down.

I want to talk to you.

Sit down.

Matt Kimble now, huh?

No thanks.

You're hitting that stuff pretty good, aren't you, Mr. Smith?

Well, times has changed, Matt.

Yes, sir.

Me and old Betsy here, we've going steady for quite a spell

now.

You know, when I heard about what happened to Mary,

I wrote you a letter.

Guess you didn't get it.

Yeah, I got it.

I always meant to answer you, Matt.

But, well, you know how it is.

Want to tell me about it?

Well, isn't much to tell.

Mary was-- she was taking our little boy

to see the grandparents in Kansas City.

And the Indians jumped a wagon train.

There wasn't nobody left.

They-- they found this the next morning.

And I had-- I had given that to her on our wedding night.

Tonight-- tonight I tried to sell it for a bottle of booze.

So, uh, maybe, Matt, I-- I wouldn't blame you if you

don't want to drink with me.

Well, I'll tell you, it's been a long time

since I really tied one on.

Maybe this is the night.

Mr. Billy Kern, best of the best.

Best of the best.

I wished he was here.

Bartender, bring us another bottle-- you better make it

two!

Mr. Riker, he just took us all by surprise.

I mean, who'd figure an old bar room bum would

be able to shoot like that?

Well, the bar room bum split your ear,

shot Harry, and conned the rest of you into doing nothing.

Look Mr. Riker, we just didn't stand around--

I bought you men.

I'm paying top wages because you're supposed to be hard.

It appears to me I bought lambs, instead of lions.

We'll get him, striker.

Oh, you'll get I'm, all right.

Or every last one of you is fired.

In the meantime, you've made this spread look like it's

run by a bunch of milk sobs.

Ow, stop!

Oh, go easy on him, doctor.

He's delicate, like Dubbins, like all of you!

[snoring]

Good morning.

I'm sorry if Johnny woke you up.

I tried to keep him away, but I'm

afraid it's not every day we have

Chauncey Demon in our house.

Ma'am, how'd I get here?

Matt brought you.

Oh.

He went into town earlier, but he'll be back soon.

Yeah?

Oh, you two had yourselves quite a time last night.

I guess I should be apologizing?

You needn't be.

I wasn't there.

From what I heard, you and Matt took on all comers.

It was positively Homeric.

Homeric?

Oh, there's the school teacher coming out in me again.

In drink and battle, Homer's heroes always surpass

the deeds of mortal men.

By golly, was it that bad?

The fight started about midnight.

After about an hour, Matt regained consciousness.

What?

Somebody hit him with a bottle.

Wasn't me, was it?

No.

Then you began knocking on most of the doors in Brimstone,

and insisting that everybody get up out of bed

and join you on the street in honor of the chariot races.

Matt won.

No.

No, ma'am, I always win the chariot race, always.

That's what Matt told everybody.

So he tied your left leg to an anvil.

Halfway down the street, the rope snapped.

And as far as anybody knows, the horses are still running.

[laughter]

I've waited a long time to meet you, Chauncey.

I have heard everything about you there is to hear.

About me?

Mm-hm.

From Matt?

-From Billy Carter. -Billy C--

-He was my husband. -You're Cathy.

My gosh, I should have guessed that.

What do you mean?

Well, Billy Carter was the unluckiest man at cards

that I ever knew.

Thank you.

How long has it been?

Almost two years.

Well, Cathy, they-- they say the best of us die young.

I got some coffee on.

Would you like some coffee?

No, ma'am, I-- I don't think I can face coffee this morning.

Would you like a drink?

No.

Well, yes, ma'am, I would.

I didn't realize there was so little.

Morning, Jesse.

Would you care for some coffee?

Yeah, I think I could use some.

How's your head?

I'll tell you one thing.

I had a hard time getting my hat on this morning.

Hey, I hear you're still trying to cheat at chariot races?

Well, I had to do something.

You always get the best horses.

Yeah.

Matt, I better be getting along.

Chauncey, sit down, sit down.

Look, uh, we gotta do some talking.

Oh, Matt, I talked too much last night.

I usually don't remember out loud.

But seeing you again must have struck a nerve.

There you go, Matt.

It's strong and hot.

Thank you.

Well, I just figured all those years

I've put in looking for you, I got a right

to know where you've been.

I was in prison.

How'd it happen?

Well, after the Indians burned out the wagon train,

I went crazy.

I started a one man war against them.

And I was doing pretty good too.

They signed a peace treaty with them.

The only thing, they didn't ask me to sign it.

So for a while there, I was fighting

both the US Army and the Sioux.

It was a federal offense, they called it.

Oh, they took me to Washington for a trial.

How much did you get?

Well, I had a good lawyer fella.

He, uh, well, he plead extenuating circumstances.

So they give me five years.

Matt, I know I should have told you about it.

And I'm sorry I didn't.

Well, Cathy, it was nice meeting you.

Matt, I got a horse in Brimstone.

Now, I got to be out of here by noon today.

That was the Sheriff's order.

I got your horse right outside. Come on.

I'll show you.

Well, let me hang on here just for a second.

My head is killing me.

-Mr. Demon? -Where you taking me?

-Mr. Demon! -Hello, Johnny.

This is John Chauncey Carter.

He's your number one admirer.

Chauncey?

Named after you.

Hello, Mr. Demon.

Hello, Johnny.

Would you shoot for me, Mr. Demon?

Huh?

Well, Johnny, maybe Mr. Demon will do that for you

some other time.

You sure fixed them fellas in the saloon last night.

It's a small town, Chauncey.

My Pa said you were the fastest man with a gun he ever saw.

Your Pa said that?

Well, well, I tell you about your Pa,

he-- he was the best there ever was.

But he used to stretch the truth a little.

But, uh, we couldn't have done nothing without him.

Honest?

Honest.

In fact, we'd probably still be together, except that your pa

saw your ma.

And after that, well, he just put his guns away

and he come up here to be a gentleman farmer.

Oh, Johnny, Mr. Demon will come back and talk to you later.

Right now, we've got some things we have to do.

Yes, sir.

Bye, boy.

He's a spitting image of his Pa.

You know, Matt.

My boy would have been his age now, I mean just about.

It's a lousy world, Matt.

Everybody loses.

I need a drink.

This way.

-Oh. -Got one in the barn.

All right, now if you need a drink of this, you can have it.

But first, I think you ought to listen to me.

What?

You know that deadline for you leaving town?

Well, you don't have to worry about it anymore.

It's been revoked.

As a matter of fact, you can't leave.

Can't?

Why not?

Well, you've just been elected the new Sheriff

of this township.

What?

I don't recall you being hard of hearing.

You're the new Sheriff of Brimstone.

Matt, I don't believe you.

That convince you?

Yes, Sheriff?

Tell me, who made me Sheriff?

Town council.

You had a shoe in once they knew who you were.

Well, what happened to the one they got?

He's sick.

He's running a high fever.

He's going to be in bed for a week.

They're crazy.

Man, I couldn't be second deputy, much less a Sheriff.

Why not?

You know why, Matt.

Look.

Look at these.

Look!

You did it last night.

Last night I could have fought Masterson.

I could have fought Erp, Billy the Kid, and all at once,

just to get a drink in my hands.

Now, what kind of a Sheriff would that make me, huh?

Well, maybe a little reckless.

I could see you taking them on one at at a time, but--

I can't do it.

And I won't.

Those boys you took the measure of last night

are part of a bunch that's got this whole town running scared.

You know as well as I do they're going to come back

to Brimstone looking for you.

If they don't find you, they're going to take out their sweat

on anybody that's handy.

You're not the kind of man that walks off from your own fight

and leaves it to somebody else.

Matt, I know what you're trying to do for me.

I know it.

And I'm obliged.

But, man, can't you see it's too late?

You're taking too much for granted.

I didn't elect you Sheriff of this town.

These people did.

And you, an upstanding US Marshal,

I mean you had nothing to do with it.

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Well, let's just say I figured they made a good choice.

How come they didn't ask you to fill in?

Because the governor asked me to come down here

in the first place, and try to find

out what's going on without anybody knowing I'm a law man.

I'm not trying to hand you some kind of story, Chauncey.

This is going to be rough.

I need you.

How long you figure before they'll be back?

They got their men spread out around the countryside

pretty good.

It might take them two, three days

to round up enough men to feel safe.

Matt, I can't do it.

Can't you see I am dying for a drink right now?

You haven't taken it yet.

I can't do it, Matt.

It's no good!

Sure, I'm all right for a little bit, yeah.

But, oh, by 10 o'clock tonight, I'm

liable to pull my guns on you, Matt.

I might even--

I can't do it.

I can't do it!

Can't!

Can't!

You told me once if I ever needed anything from you,

all I had to do was ask.

Well, I'm asking now.

Stay off of that for a week.

All right, give me one good reason why I should,

one reason.

All right, I'll give you a reason.

Johnny.

Ever since he's been old enough to understand,

Bill and Cathy have been holding you up to him as an example

of what a man ought to be.

He heard what you did last night.

Fits right in with his picture of you.

I don't ever want to know any different.

I don't want to know that a hero like Chauncey Demon

can want a drink so bad that he'll grovel in the dirt

for it, like a whipped dog.

He's got so little respect for himself or his friends,

that he can live without pride, without dignity,

and from the smell of you, even without soap.

I ought to kill you for that.

You're one of the few men I ever knew might have had

a chance of doing that once.

All right, big man, let me see if you're

as good as you used to be.

[gunshot]

Matt, it's going to be rough.

I've been through rough once before, Chauncey.

Yeah, those times was easy.

It was gun against gun.

Matt, this time, it's me against me.

Matt, I can't take any more of this.

Sure you can.

No, since I've been out of prison,

I haven't been sober for two hours, much less two days.

I am going to town.

No, you're not.

The only reason we came out in this buggy

is because you were getting tired of the house.

Yeah, I'm tired of the house.

I'm tired of you!

I'm tired of everything!

Matt Dylan, I'm going to whip you.

Get off this buggy.

You couldn't whip me in your best days, much less now.

I've got more reason to now.

Will you get off the buggy?

All right, that's the way you want it.

Ain't no man in the world going to keep

me from getting a drink today.

[music playing]

[grunting]

Did you forget to duck?

He always did have a sneaky left.

Where's Johnny?

He's doing his homework.

Sit down.

Maybe you, uh, better take Johnny and head over

to your sister's for a while.

This could get kind of rough.

Well, if he's half the man Bill said he was, he'll make it.

I hope so.

I got a feeling he's like Bill.

And you, Matt, strong when he has to be,

but soft as old leather inside.

Eat.

Matt, I can't.

Look, you're going to eat that or I'm going

to jam it down your throat.

You think you're man enough?

You've got a pretty short memory.

Or do you think it was you that carried me home this morning?

So you sneaked one in.

It was a lucky one.

Yeah, and I got a few more here that one came from.

So eat.

All right, I'm going to eat.

I'm going to eat this, because I know you want to help me.

And because I don't want to hurt you.

That's fair enough reason.

You know, Matt, if I could just get through tonight,

I think I could make it.

You're going to make it.

Eat.

All right.

All right.

Eat.

[music playing]

[snoring]

Hey boy, how you feeling?

You and me are gonna have a nice little ride.

Took care of that old man.

Oh no.

Son of a.

You cross-eyed, double-dealing warthog!

Listen, if I can't sleep, nobody sleeps!

[laughter]

If I'd have known you were going to be such a hard case,

I'd of had the sheriff lock you up.

We're going to have a poker game.

You just sit down.

Just sit down.

Want to try your luck, huh?

Hey Matt, fill me in.

Why am I going through this agony?

You ever hear of a brand called the Crazy X?

Yeah, it used to be Riker's brand.

It still is.

He stole half of Texas.

And now he's moved in here trying the same thing.

Half his hands are gunfighters.

They go to a rancher, and if he won't sell,

they find their cattle missing or their barn burned down,

their fences cut.

He's already got about half a dozen ranches that way.

So what are we going to do?

Only thing I figure we can do is

to call out his gun fighters, have a showdown,

hope we scare him off.

If we don't?

It's the only thing I can figure.

Wouldn't be the first time Rikers has been up against us.

Yeah, but we didn't exactly beat him before.

No, but we slowed him down a little.

I doubt if he's forgotten.

Men like Riker never forget.

We gotta kill him.

You just can't seem to get away from it, can you?

I guess not.

Lord knows I've tried.

All right, show me the openers.

Pair of jacks.

Nobody loses all the time.

I'm going to have to leave you for a while, Chauncey?

Trouble?

No, I'm just going into town to check on the sheriff.

Your, uh, horse is shackled outside.

It's a long walk to town.

You know, I think it's nice, the way you trust me.

I never did trust you, just liked you.

Get out of here.

Get out!

Leave me alone!

Morning, Demon.

You gave us a bad time the other night.

Embarrassed me to Riker.

Should have guessed who you was right off,

black gun belt, fancy Colts.

Mr. Riker says you're an old friend of his.

He figures since you ain't been around the saloon lately,

you must be taking the cure.

He's heard that can be pretty tough.

So he send you a bottle.

[laughter]

Here, you want it, Demon?

Look, Demon.

Nothing like it.

All you gotta to do is ask.

Go to hell.

Now, you don't mean that, not after I come all this way

just to relieve your suffering.

Here!

Now, that was a nice thing to do Demon, not nice at all.

Mr. Riker wouldn't like that.

You see, he told us to insist that you have a drink on him.

He's a stubborn man.

[grunting]

That's it!

Hit him!

Get him down!

Drink it, Demon.

Drink it.

Get it down.

Drink it, Demon.

You get out of Brimstone, Demon.

We find you here tomorrow, and you're

not going to get off so lucky.

[gasping]

Mr. Demon!

Mr. Demon!

What happened, Mr. Demon?

Johnny, it's all-- all right.

All right, it's all right.

What-- what you doing here?

I snuck away so I could talk to you.

Well, boy, you-- you picked a good for it.

Are you hurt bad?

I don't know, yes.

Who did it, the men you fought in the saloon?

Uh-huh, yeah.

Boy, there must have been over 100 of them to beat you.

There was enough.

There was enough.

Oh, thank you, Johnny.

You know, I had a little boy once, be about your age now.

What happened to him?

He died.

He did?

Yeah, he died.

But you look a lot like he did-- the same color

hair, the freckles.

He got them from his momma.

He looked a lot like you.

[crying]

You're crying, Mr. Demon.

Does it hurt that bad?

Yeah, Johnny, it hurts something awful.

Maybe I better go get a Doctor.

No, no.

I don't need a doctor.

You know, when your daddy and me was together, when one of us

was hurt, we used to kind of hold on to one another

until it passed.

You can hold on to me, Mr. Demon.

Whoa!

Ma!

What happened?

Some men from town, they came and beat him up.

There was over 100 of them.

That's all right.

Let me take a look at it.

Looks like you're going to have a scar there.

It's all right.

Johnny, go inside, and get me some medicine.

Yes, ma'am.

I like him.

So do I.

Don't you need a man around?

I mean, ain't none of my business.

But why haven't you remarried?

Well, I guess Billy kind of spoiled me for most other men.

I can understand that.

But you can't go on the rest of your life remembering.

I know.

I just keep on waiting.

[music playing]

Did you find Chauncey?

No.

Oh, I should have told you about the wire

cutters in the shed, but I didn't even think of it.

Don't blame yourself, Cathy.

I didn't think of it either.

Well, what do we do now?

Just hope he gets back here.

Rikers men are looking for him.

They warned him not to go into Brimstone.

But he was seen there this morning.

Who is it?

Somebody I've been expecting.

Get inside.

Who is it?

Just get inside, Cathy.

What do you want?

I'm looking for a man they call Demon.

He's not here.

Well, now, if you don't mind, I'll

have a look see for myself.

You're not going anywhere, mister.

Now, you'd be the one who tore up the town

with him the other night.

Who I am is none of your business.

Now get back on that horse and ride out.

I told you.

I came for Demon.

I told you.

You're not getting him.

Now, mister, I ain't been paid to kill you.

But if that's the way you want it, you just make your play.

I want to give you a message to take to Riker first.

You tell him Demon and I will be in Brimstone tomorrow.

And you tell him next time to send a man, not a boy

to do this job.

Suppose you just drop your gun belt.

You talk a lot, mister.

How do you shoot?

Try me.

[gunshots]

Now, you take that message to Riker.

Hold it.

Drop the gun belt.

You don't leave a man a lot, do you?

You didn't bring a lot with you.

Who was that?

He's a friend of Riker's.

Came out her looking for you.

I told him you were gone.

Look like he don't listen too good.

Yeah, in that way, he's like you.

Matt, I just couldn't do it your way.

I tried.

I was doing fine till Riker's boys came by yesterday.

Then I realized I-- I didn't have it half licked.

You know something?

Even when those boys were half killing me,

I could have kissed each and every one of them

for pouring that whiskey down my throat.

You give up?

I don't have time to do it your way.

I'm not like that.

I got to be where the whiskey is.

What are you going to do?

Well, me and this here bottle are going to battle it out face

to face till one of us quits.

You come back about supper time.

When you arrive, in case this bottle's empty,

well, I'm saying goodbye to you now.

I'll see you at supper.

[sighing]

Ma'am, I owe you $2.

It's what I stole from your sugar bowl to pay for this.

And I'd appreciate it, ma'am, if you'd get in your buggy,

and go see your sister.

All right.

But I sure would like to stay around and see how

much guts you've really got.

Not bad, for an old man.

How's the Sheriff?

Oh, he's getting better fast.

You know, I figured he would.

You standing out here for any particular reason?

I like hearing the clink of glass on glass.

Men.

Sheriff.

You ready?

As I'll ever be.

Here they come.

[music playing]

Well, boys, it looks like yesterday's drunk has gone

and got himself some company.

He's wearing a badge.

Ain't that something to reckon with.

You the one that tried to teach my boys the right from wrong?

Tried.

They didn't seem to learn anything.

Maybe that's because you ain't the man you think you are.

Well, I ain't the man I was, Mr. Riker, but maybe enough.

Now, you take off that badge.

And you throw it in the dirt.

Like hell.

Take it off, mister, or the three of you

are going to wind up bloody pulp.

My boys and I will burn this town down.

This is a US Marshal's badge, Riker.

How do you feel about that?

It

Who's the lamb now, Riker?

[gunshots]

Here, Matt.

Well, Chauncey, if you like the feel of this badge,

I know a lot of towns where they could use a good Marshal.

Yeah?

It does feel kind of good.

Well, Matt, I guess the itch will always be there.

But thanks to you, I figure I won't

have to scratch it anymore.

Well, I hope not, because by the looks

of things around here, you're going

to have some responsibilities.

Whoa!

Mr. Demon!

Hello, Johnny.

Are you all right, Mr. Demon?

I never felt better.

Matt, obliged.

Goodbye, Chauncey.

Come on, Johnny.

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NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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