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NARRATOR: Gunsmoke.

With Milburn Stone as Doc.

Ken Curtis as Festus.

Buck Taylor as Newly.

And starring James
Arness as Matt Dillon.

Charlie!
Wait up!

My horse has gone lame.

He's finished, Charlie.

Give him your horse, Gristy.

Whatcha talkin' about?

I'm saying you were
just along for the ride.

Charlie, you're the
one that brought me in.

You're forgetting I
got that stage to stop.

The town drunk could have
stood out in that road

and pretended to be in trouble.

Get down.

My cut.

No cut, mister.

Now get out of that saddle
before I blow ya out.

Get down!

Charlie, he knows too much
to be leaving the posse.

I thought of that.

Charlie-- we go back.

Friends and cellmates.

Ain't nothing could
come between us.

Except money.

[clicking]

You lousy-- you emptied my gun!

Six months of
sharing the same cell.

I figured something like this.

Anyone make a move
and I'll kill Charlie.

Any shootin' started back
there, I could have got killed!

Wouldn't that
have been a shame?

You're not leaving me
here to die, Charlie.

No, sir.

Toss your guns down.

Right here.

Go ahead.

And you too, Charlie.

Toby, get them money bags,
and put 'em on my horse.

Do it.

Now, Gristy, we can
work something out.

Toby, get one of them canteens,
and put it on my horse, too.

Rest of ya, climb down.

Turn around.

Put your hands on your heads.

Them's badlands
out there, Gristy.

You won't get a day
before we're down on ya.

Before you can even
catch your horses,

i'm gonna be halfway
to the Rio Grande.

[gunshot]

[shouting]

Where's that gun?

What are we going
to do, Charlie?

By now that stagr
will be in Dodge,

and the law will
be on our trail.

Every man's on his own.

I'll teach you to
run down a horse.

We'll meet back at the
rocks, like before.

What about me, Charlie?

My horse is lame.

I said, every man for himself.

What are you grinnin' at?

I'm just thinking
about old Gristy.

He's gonna be a mighty
surprised fellow when

he takes a drink of my water.

Whiskey?

Even when my luck's
good, it's bad.

Ain't nothing more [inaudible].

Less than half a canteen.

I guess we've come to the
harder times, eh, Broomtail?

Two worst things that
can happen to a man

is a decent woman,
and being left afoot.

Come on.

Lookie there, Matthew.

Whoa.

Is he lame?

Got himself a pulled
tendon, Matthew.

He's all right if he ain't
rode for a while, though.

Why don't you unsaddle
him, and turn him loose?

Footprints all around here.

They must have stopped.

Yeah.

Ain't seen no signs of
'em making camp, though.

Well, it's hard to
figure, Matthew.

From here on, these tracks
are scattered out worser

than a herd of spooked cattle.

Footprints mixed
in with the horses.

Looks like something
spooked their mounts.

Sure won't get far on foot.

We oughta catch 'em fore
the day's out, Matthew.

Let's go.

Whoa.

I've given you all the
water we've got, Broomtail.

Maybe it's a good thing
you can't drink whiskey.

You'd be as light
headed as I am.

All right, boy.

All right.

Whoa.

No use lookin'.

Ground's drier than
a mummy's pocket.

We keep heading south,
it's only gonna get drier.

There's water north,
but so's the posse.

And Charlie.

Ain't exactly what you call
a good luck charm, Broomtail.

Well, might as well die
walkin', than sittin'.

Mexico's due south.

Lessn' they moved it.

[gunfire]

Get away from it.

Which one are you?

Dobie Green.

Where are the others?

I don't know.

Old fella named Gristy
got the jump on us.

Scattered our horses.

Gristy?

Charlie's idea to bring him in.

His cut was supposed to be $100.

He took off with
the whole $5,000.

There's Charlie.

You're told about
Charlie Dent, ain't ya?

Yeah.

Gristy?

I ain't never heard of him.

Have you, Matthew?

Gristy who?

Calhoun.

He's nothin'.

He's somethin' now, mister.

This Calhoun-- he's the one
that rolled south, is he?

Yeah.

Double crossing scum.

Taking off with our money.

Your money?

Hear's to me like it's
Wells Fargo's money.

Get him back to Dodge, Festus.

Have Doc patch him up,
and then put him in jail.

Matthew, which way
you headin', with four

of 'em scattered out that way?

We're going after this Calhoun.

He's the one with the money.

Matthew, I can tie him up
someplace, ride with you.

Naw, you'd better
get him back, Festus.

We don't have enough
water for three, anyway.

All right.

Get up.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Someone's coming!

Who is it?

Striker.

Thought the wolves had sent
you to your just rewards.

Aw, it took me near a day
to catch up to my horse.

You see any sign of Dobie?

Nope.

What is it?

Gopher.

It was either eat that, or dirt.

Did you have no
whiskey to kill it?

Nope.

Well, what do we do now?

Go after Gristy.

He's probably in Mexico by now.

Not unless he's a camel.

His canteen was near empty,
and mine was full of whiskey.

Aw, a man can drink
whiskey as easy as water.

A horse can't.

Without a horse, a man's
nothing in this desert.

Now, we went through a lot for
that money, and I want it back.

Yeah.

That, and a piece
of Gristy's hide.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Daylight, Brinker.

Unless you can track
a man at the dark.

But it's good to see you
boys straining at the bit.

A hungry man does better work.

Come on, you dang Broomtail.

You can't just
lie there and die.

Come on, get up.

There's bound to
be water up ahead.

There's bound to be.

Come on.

Get up!

Come on.

Get up!

If you don't get up,
I gotta shoot ya.

I can't just leave
you lyin' here.

If you don't stand up,
them coyotes will get ya.

And the buzzards.

[gunshot]

I'm sorry, old feller.

You done your best.

That's all any of us can do.

Water.

Water.

Hey, you there!
Let me go!

That's mine!

That's mine.

You have tobacco?

No.

The salted beef?

No, I ain't got
no food or tobacco.

I told ya.

We trade.

Sure.

I'll trade with ya.

I got a little bit of money.

I'll trade with you.

I'll give you-- I'll give you
$50 for some-- for some food,

and water, and one
of them ponies.

Paper?

No, this is money.

This is cash money.

White man's money.

No good to us.

Look, it's all I got.

We trade.

Water?

We trade her.

No.

I don't want no squaw.

What I need is a horse.

You take woman.

I give you water, food, horse--
with white man's saddle.

I don't want no squaw.

And I've been around
since yesterday

to know that ain't no trade.

What she got, some
disease, or something?

Blame from here, I ain't
blind staggering as a bloke.

What is it?

She is bad medicine.

What do you mean?

She was wife to two Braves.

Both have died.

Of what?

We look for buffalo.

We have seen no buffalo.

Medicine man say
it because of her.

You mean you want
to get rid of her

so-- so your luck
can get better?

And mine worser?

I've had my fill of that.

No, sir.

Maybe we-- maybe we can
work something else out.

Unless you take woman, we go.

Throw in a rifle.

No gun.

All right, you got a deal.

But that horse
better be a good one.

Her name Quanah.

It means lost.

What's the word for trouble?

She make good wife for you.
While you live.

Ah.

It'll be dark in a while.

After what I've been through--
I ain't fit to travel right off.

Squaw's that'll tote
and fetch, and you're

mine-- till I can shake you.

Fix us some food.

Food.

Eat.

You.

You fix.

Slower than wet gunpowder.

Slowing me down, squaw.

Could be halfway
across the Rio Grande

now, if I weren't
weighed down with you.

Squaw always stays
behind her man.

That's your way, ain't it?

Good way.

Except you ain't my squaw!

You and me are like hitching
a bobcat and a horse.

Ain't gonna take first place
at an arguing match, are ya?

Come on up here.

Listen, I got
nothing against you.

It's just, some fellas
could be looking for me.

And maybe the law, to boot.

If they find me, there
could be shootin'.

You understand what
I'm talking about?

All of a sudden you look like
you was weaned on a pickle.

You already buried
two of your own.

I don't need ya.

Besides, you know,
that kind of woman's

got a way of looking
out for themselves.

Even giving birth in
the brush, and all.

So's if I-- I go on by myself,
you'll make out all right.

Here.

Go ahead, take it.

Well, so long.

And good luck to you.

Go on back!

Go on!

Get back!

You'll make out.

What are you doing here?

You could have
got yourself shot.

Don't you understand me?

I don't want you around!

Talking to you is
like talking to sheep.

Why are you following me?

I belong to you now.

You and the chief--
you made a trade.

I do not like it, but
I will stand by it.

You can talk.

You've been understanding
everything I said.

You don't sound like no
Indian squaw I ever heard.

So you figure on
standing by, huh?

Well, let me tell you
something-- like it or not,

first town we come to, or
anywhere there's folks,

I'm dealing you off.

And I just hope you
stand by that as fierce

as you been following me.

I will.

Well, all right.

We'll be pulling out first sun.

Sure you got all the ticks
shook out of that blanket?

Don't trust Indians.

Still got a feeling
you're out to make

a necklace out of my teeth.

Sleep well.

All right, Gristy,
on your feet.

Where's your gun?

I have them.

Nice work.

Squaw.

You're free to go wherever
you want to, ma'am.

I can drop you by the
Big Springs trading post.

Maybe you can find your people.

I have no people.

I am his property.

I will stay.

I don't want her.

You can tie a can to her,
as far as I'm concerned.

I'm taking him all the way
back to Dodge City, ma'am.

Then I will go there, too.

Get mounted, Gristy.

That old chief was
right about you.

You're bad luck.

Why don't you run some of
it off on the marshal there?

I am sorry.

Sorry?

Is that what you
said to them two

Braves you put in the ground?

All of a sudden you
can't do nothin'.

Why'd you take my gun?

I did it for you.

For me?

If it wasn't for you, I'd be
drinking water from the Rio

Grande now, instead of yours.

You would be dead.

You are no gunman.

How do you know what I am?

If I had not taken the
guns, you would have been

foolished-- tried to fight him.

And he would have killed you.

Well, even if he did,
I ain't afraid to die.

Afraid to die,
or afraid to live?

Well, he ain't
going too far afoot.

He ain't out there
alone, Charlie.

Somebody following on horseback.

Law?

Well, if it is the law,
he'll be doing us a favor.

He takes the money from
Gristy, and then we

take it from him, huh?

Let's go.

We stop here, and
rest the horses.

How come you come after me?

I mean, I'm nothing
compared to Charlie Dent.

You got the money.

How'd you know that?

Dobie Gray.

You mean you caught him?

He's on his way to jail
right now with my deputy.

Charlie and the boys
will be coming after me.

Yeah, I figured that.

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, we'll be running
into them any time now.

You don't want that
any more than I do.

With me you stand jail.
With them--

I'm dead.

But of that he is
not afraid, marshal.

Now I know why that
old Comanche chief was

so anxious to get rid of you.

What would have happened
if there was no takers?

When we returned
to the big camp,

there would have been
a council to decide.

Decide what?

How I would die.

Left behind without
food or water,

or stoned to death by
the women of the tribe.

You mean they weren't leaving
no room for nothing else?

No.

I don't get it.

Why?

I am not Comanche.

Then how'd you
end up with them?

Same way I am with you.

I was traded, when
I was very young.

They treated me as a slave,
until I became a woman.

Filled out some, huh?

And the young bucks took notice.

Sometimes they fought for me.

The women wanted me dead.

But you got hitched up twice?

The first one died in battle.

The second-- when the
buffalo stampeded.

I was blamed.

I was a bad omen.

A curse.

If you ain't
Comanche, what are you?

My mother was Cherokee.

My father-- I do not know.

Figures.

I didn't mean it that way.

I was just--

It's true.

My mother's village was
raided by another tribe.

When her people learned
she was carrying a child,

my mother was shamed
from the village.

Were it her fault?

The child was of the enemy,
and therefore one of them.

I was born in the brush.

Yeah?

Well, alone with a kid,
how'd she make out?

We drifted, for a long time.

I do not remember where.

All I remember is hunger.

Until we met buffalo hunters.

One of them took my
mother as his squaw,

so that I could live.

I was young, yet I
did the work of a man.

To eat.

When my mother died,
the buffalo hunters

traded me to the Comanche.

That where you
learned the English?

Them buffalo hunters?

Yes.

How old were you
when them hunters

traded you to the Comanche?

I was 12.

You know something, wigwam?

You and me are a lot alike.

How?

We're both losers.

Charlie?

Yeah?

Where you think he's going?

Mexico.

Aw, how do you
know he didn't just

say Rio Grande to throw us off?

I shared a cell
with him long enough.

All he could ever talk about
was hitting it big someday, and

living like a king in Mexico.

Giddyup!

No, thanks.

I'm fine.

Quanah-- I know that you think
you belong to him and all,

but he's going to
be going to jail.

What are you going to do then?

I do not know.

He told me he took the money
from a man who stole it.

Well, that's true, but he
still was in on the robbery

of a stagecoach.

How long will he be in prison?

I don't know.

That'll be up to the judge.

He is not a bad man.

A Comanche Brave
sometimes will talk

loud to frighten the enemy.

The real reason is that
he is afraid, but does

not want the enemy to know.
It is a shield.

He does not know
how else to talk.

He has been afraid a long time.

Wigwam?

Come here.

You're still my
property, ain't ya?

Then you gotta do
what I tell ya.

Right?

Yes.

Help me get loose.

Look, you'll be doing
us both a favor.

We ain't gonna make Dodge.

Look, somewhere between here
and there, Charlie and the boys

will be coming.

With Dillon, I go
to prison or die.

Mexico's the only chance I got.

And me?

I'll take you anywhere
you want to go.

A loose American can
always find a new pasture.

And the money?

Of course I want the money.

I ain't nothing without it.

How will the money
make you better?

How?

Food, clothes-- the
way folks treat ya.

Money makes everybody better.

And after the money is gone?

What will you be then?

The same man I see now.

Money cannot change that.

People change people.

The missionaries must
have gotten hold of you.

My luck, probably end up dead
in a preacher's backyard.

Look, what kind
of squaw are you?

Are you going to
help me, or not?

Yes.

You mean that?

Well, then get the keys to this.

I think he's gonna--

I am not going to
help you escape.

The best way I can help
you is to do nothing.

Woman, that makes about
as much sense as putting

a milk bucket under a bull.

Hey, Charlie!

Look!

Hold up.

Can you make 'em out?

One of 'em's Gristy.

That your friends?

That's them.

The big one's Matt
Dillon, marshal of Dodge.

I seen him before.

Let's get 'em!

Used to be an old prospector's
shack right over the ride.

Let's go.

Marshal!

Wait up!

The water--

Never mind the water.

Get up here.

Get inside.

Hurry up.

[gunfire]

Striker, get that horse.

[gunfire]

You got the money?

No, but I got
something just as good.

Look at this!

Hey, in there!

Gristy!

Dillon!

We just brought in that Indian
pony you lost back there.

Two water skins on him.

That makes me figure you
ain't got any water in there!

No water, you'll be like a
hungry calf looking for a cow

to suck before long.

I'm gonna make you folks a
once in a lifetime offer!

You throw out that money, we
leave the pony and the water!

We get rich, and you survive!

Now, let me hear it from ya!

Does he speak the truth?

He's got the means to kill
ya deader than dry bones.

But if he's got the money,
there will be no need.

The money's not ours to give.

It belongs to Wells Fargo.

If we do not give it
to them, we could die.

The job is to get
that money back.

[gunfire]

We're still waiting
to hear from ya!

No deal!

[gunshot]

Well, there's no need
to get frosty about it!

We ain't in no hurry!

Marshal, we've
gotta make a move.

I know Charlie good.

He's got the patience of a
bird watching a wormhole.

If you could just give
me a gun, I could--

No gun.

How long you figure
they can hold out?

I don't know.

Ain't going to be
no moon tonight.

If I was him, I'd wait till
dark, then try to slip out.

We gotta figure a way to
flush 'em out before that.

I reckon you were right about
money not changing a man.

You can change clothes,
maybe some thinking,

but you can't change skins.

A loser's always a loser.

A man is what he wants to be.

I had that taken out
of me a long time ago.

My pa cleaned me out of spine
and spirit like I clean a fish.

My old man, he was the best.

Ride, shoot-- wrassle
a steer with one arm.

And the women?

Always first out of
the starting post.

Only second to God,
most folks ask.

And your mother?

She loved him.

And it cost her.

Drove her into the ground
as sure as he dug the hole.

I guess that's-- that's
when I started hating him.

And ran off.

When he died, I
thought I was free.

But even from the ground,
he's still holdin' on.

Guess I'm still trying
to prove myself to him.

With money?

Well, at least money would
be something he'd understand.

No.

When my horse fell,
you could have left me.

If I had any sense,
I'd have done just that.

But you didn't.

In your place, many
men would have.

Yesterday I would have.

But this ain't yesterday.

You still figuring
on coming to Dodge?

Yes.

Well, I don't know how long
I-- how long they'd lock me up.

That is, if we get out of here.

I will wait.

Unless you trade me.

Hey in there, Dillon!

It's getting hot
and sweaty out here,

and we're getting
tired of waiting!

Now, you've got one minute!

One minute?

What's he got on his mind now?

Give it to them.

Compared to living,
money is nothing.

Now listen to me, both of ya.

Dent knows I'm a lawman.

He knows if he
leaves me alive, I'm

going to be coming after him.

And that's a chance
he's not going to take.

Where's that leave us?
We die rich?

They ain't buying.

Yeah.

Let's go.

You think this is gonna work?

You just hit that rock where
I told ya, and it'll work.

Them ricochets will spook
them horses for sure.

All right-- now!

[gunfire]

They're making a play!

[gunfire]

Look, no horses, there's
no getting out of here!

Now will you give me a gun?

Here.

Your gun's in the saddlebags.

[gunfire]

Get that horse!

[gunfire]

We got it!

Let's go!

It's all over, Dillon.

You're finished.

[gunfire]

Didn't figure you
for that, Gristy.

Kinda surprise me, too.

-Thanks.
-What are we going to do?

Rush 'em?
-Are you crazy?

Two guns down there now.

Couldn't even get close.

But they ain't going
nowhere, neither.

Get back inside there, wigwam!

What are you doing?

What's she up to?

Give us the horse with the
water, and the money is yours.

What are we gonna do?

Ain't got much choice.

Go on.

Get the horse.

I'll cover ya.

Huh?

I'll cover ya.

Get it!

All right!

Hold your fire!

We're bringing the horse!

All right.

Here's the horse.

No.

Both.

What for?

You have plenty of water.

You leave both, or you
will have to shoot me.

And then they will shoot you.

Decide.

Now.

All right.

Now give me the money.

How's your leg?

I guess it'll be all right.

What's the matter
with you, woman?

You almost got your head
blown off for a second skin

of water we didn't even need.

There was need.

What's she talking about?

Only one skin full of
water, I'd have had to take

both of you back to Dodge.

There's no way to split it.

This way I go after the money.

You trying to tell me she
had that all figured out?

Gristy, I think she's been
way ahead of the both of us.

Is he really gonna let us go?

I do not think he says
what he does not mean.

Good luck to both of ya.

You coming?

No need to stay behind me.

Red or white, a woman's a woman.

I learned that the hard way.

Like everything else.

This is all we've got
in the whole world.

It is more than
we were born with.

What'd you say your
name was, again?

Quanah.

Wigwam's easier.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for excited
scenes from our next Gunsmoke.

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