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NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke," starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

[gunfire]

Hold it!

Andele!

[gunfire]

-What happened? -Nothing.

The safe was clean.

Nothing!

All this for nothing?

Stop!

[gunshot]

I forgive you.

[gunfire]

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And this here bunch of old cow-wodgies,

you know's, all hunkered down in a circle around the campfire,

and directly this here new feller come up

and sat down in the circle.

And then one of these here old boys says, 64.

And everybody just busted loose, and started to laugh,

and then squawling, and the hoo-rawing, and the thumpin'

the ground.

And this new feller says, say, mister, he said,

what's going on here?

And this here old boy said--

Telegram, Marshal.

Oh, thank you, Burke.

He says, well, we're a-telling jokes,

but we've all heared them so blame much that we've got

'em numbered, don't you see? -How about a beer, Burke?

No thanks, Miss Kitty.

I gotta go back to the freight office.

So this here young fella said, well, that sounds

like a pretty good idea.

He says, you'll all care if I go ahead and tell one?

This here old boy said, well, shoot, no.

Go ahead on.

-Uh, anything important? -Burke!

I'm telling a joke.

Some can tell 'em, and some can't.

Why, you blabberty-mouthed knockhead!

Big blab mouth.

Ya dang-- What is it, Matthew?

Some sheriff was shot down in Cascabel, New Mexico.

A gang came through, and they think

it's the same bunch that shot Marshal Coving here last month.

Well, they're expecting you to ride clean down yonder?

Well, they want a US Marshal, and I'm

the nearest one available.

Well, that'll take a week, Matt.

Yeah.

Just about.

You want me to ride along with you, Matthew?

No, Festus.

You stay here and keep an eye on things for me, will ya?

I'll be back before long.

Dropped in the dirt.

Now, that ain't very respectful of Trafton, now, is it?

Sure ain't.

Yeah, it's a pretty penny's worth.

All right, stay where ya are, caps.

Howdy, Trafton.

Where you boys headed?

Just looking for you.

Just wondered where you'd gone, and abouts.

We heard you rode away with a sack from the church.

Now, if you got anything, we figure, uh, we

deserve a little piece of it?

That's what you figure, is it?

I think you boys better climb down off them horses.

[gunshot]

I never figured you for this, Trafton.

All right, slap them horses out.

We can't walk back from here!

[gunshot]

Gettin' closer, ain't I?

Drop them gun belts.

You're going for a swim.

I can't swim, Trafton.

Sure you can't.

I can't swim.

I never learned how.

It's easier than dying.

Now drop them gun belts.

[gunshot]

All right, you boys start pulling water.

And don't look back.

You're liable to lose an eye.

Trafton!

Don't leave me.

I've got shot.

Trafton, I hurt!

Please, Trafton, I can't stand the pain.

Why don't you just die?

Shoot me.

Do it.

Well, go ahead.

Ain't nothing I can do for you.

You can kill me.

I don't feel like it.

You dirty, yellow egged sock of-- Trafton?

You dirty, yellow egged sock of-- Trafton?

Like giving oats to a dead horse.

It's about time.

Name's Whale.

Whale?

It's been a long day.

Now, who are you?

Where are you from, what do you want, and get it right.

Name's Trafton.

I'm from most places.

I'm a traveling salesman.

You don't look like no drummer I ever seen.

Well, you don't look like no Whale I ever seen.

Why, you--

Hey!

New boy in town, the way I take it where, Whale.

Now, we don't get no repeat business if all

you leave if bones and boots.

Says his name is Trafton.

Says he's a drummer.

Ever see a drummer look like him?

Especially one with such a big mouth.

You better be more than a drummer if you sass Whale,

here.

What do you drum?

Some solid gold goodies to match you.

Why, these are church things.

How do you know?

How'd you get 'em?

Took 'em.

From a church?

That's where they keep 'em.

Lord be.

Why?

Money.

Ain't you got no morals?

I got as many as you've got, tramp.

Why, you--

Don't.

Why not?

Big man, you come just about as close

as you can come to gettin' yourself gathered by a rake.

Nice to have made your acquaintance, Miss Mary.

The only ones I saw were the two the townsmen picked up.

You should have seen them-- no horses, no guns, soaked.

Say their partner, named Trafton, ambushed them.

Where they are now?

In jail.

We're holding up a trial.

Did you, uh, happen to know a Sheriff Niles [inaudible]?

No.

I never met him, but I knew of him.

He was a good man.

You know how much it cost me to bring him out here?

$1,000.

And I didn't mind paying the price.

People know you're taking care of them, they work hard.

And then those viper snakes comes in and kills my man.

Two men, Banion.

Two men?

Oh, Father Cotter.

God rest his soul.

I have great respect for Father Cotter,

but it's not like he was going anywhere in business.

Goodbye, Mr. Banion.

Buenos noches, senor.

You got something to eat?

Where's your folks?

They have gone to God.

You live here alone, huh?

Yes.

Now, why's that?

Why don't you go with some other folks?

This is my home.

Why should I leave it?

There ain't nothin' to do.

Some more milk?

Yes.

Tell me something, boy.

You ever do anything bad in your life?

I don't understand.

You know, something you were ashamed of.

Something-- something real bad, you

couldn't get out of your head.

Two years ago, when my father was alive, I lied to him.

About what?

I told him a wolf got one of the goats.

That wasn't true, huh?

No.

I sold a goat to Mr. Ramirez.

What did you do with the money?

I bought a knife with many blades.

And you figure that was real bad, do ya?

Where's the knife now?

I put it in my father's grave.

What kind of a fool thing was that to do?

I didn't have the money to give back, so I gave him the knife.

A good knife resting in the ground.

There ain't no sense so that.

It made me feel better.

We must always pay for the bad we do.

Always.

He was something, Marshal.

Chilled me to look at him.

You know, I've been in business a long time,

and I thought I'd heard it all, but killing a priest,

and looting a church?

I hope you kill him-- God forgive me.

Well, that sounds like the man, all right.

There's no two like him, I'll tell you that.

Whale, come here.

Tell him.

Marshal, I ain't seen nobody lightning sharp like he was.

He tore up that shotgun of mine like it

was made out of pretzels.

I'll remember that.

Thanks.

-Bye, Marshal. -Bye, Marshal.

Right.

I wouldn't mind having a seat in a tree

when them two come together.

[singing]

[SINGING] From thy wound inside, which flows.

Be for sin the double cure.

Save from wrath and make me pure.

Could my tears forever flow.

Could my zeal no respite know.

These our sins, could not atone.

Thou must save, and thou alone.

[singing continues]

I want to thank you good folks for coming today.

I hope I may see you all next week.

In the meantime, above all things,

keep forever open your heart for the Lord.

For he sees you always.

He suffers for you.

He stands next to you constantly.

He whispers to your soul, which is His, saying,

hear me, loved one.

Those that are gone are not gone.

They see you.

They hear you.

They stand beside you.

They shout to you, beauty saying.

There is no death.

There is only eternity.

God bless you.

Excuse me, Mrs. Hill.

Nice sermon, wasn't it?

That ain't at all like her.

She'll usually talk a fella's [inaudible] off.

Maybe she didn't hear me?

What's wrong, Mama?

Why are we hurrying?

We've got a lot to do.

What do we gotta do, Mama?

It's Sunday.

We're gonna make some boysenberry cobblers.

How about that?

I'll make the crust.

Fine, honey.

Fine.

Mama, the flower's got weevils in it.

I said, the flower's-- what's wrong, Mama?

I heard you.

Why don't you run over to Mrs. Miller's

and see if you can borrow some?

Mr. Laithrub's store is closer.

I don't want to bother him on Sunday.

Go on, now.

All right, Mama.

Missy?

That, uh, shop you just came out of-- a lady

named Farrell run it?

That's my mother.

Your mother?

What's your name?

Maria.

Why are you looking at me like that?

Oh, well, it's just you're so pretty.

Thank you.

Tell me something, Maria-- how old are you?

I'll be 11 in January.

11 years old.

That's a ripe age.

Do you know my mother?

From a long time ago.

She, uh, in there?

Maria?

You run along now, honey.

He says he knows you.

Yes.

Yes.

Go on, now.

Tereese?

It's, uh, been a time.

You, uh, got some coffee?

No.

Go away.

Please.

Here, look at this.

Look.

10 years in Folsom Prison.

I thought cows was the only thing they branded.

If you can tell me the reasons of that,

after a man serves his lawful time,

then you've got the reason they made Hell.

What do you want here?

Just some coffee.

What do you want here?

I got nothing for you.

Just some coffee.

I never made that war.

I never wanted to fight.

Just a boy helping his daddy on a little border thicket cow

ranch.

Never shot nothing.

Never shot nothing, 'cept the needs for the table.

You know, I can't tell you this minute why I joined.

Folks talkin', I suppose.

But I could ride, and Billy Anderson's Raiders

is where the ridin' was.

Saw and done more killing than a man's got a right

to see or hear, or feel.

A man comes away from that, it's like a ghost town, you know?

Like broken windows in him, you know?

The wind is sweeping through his soul, till he's hollow.

Hollow.

I don't want to hear this.

And then seeing you.

I never knew nothing could be as pretty as you.

Was I pretty when you dragged me into that alley?

I was drunk.

I don't rightly remember it.

I can't hardly forget.

Yeah.

Guess that's kind of hard, with the little girl

around to remind ya.

How do you know about her?

Oh, I went back to Greensburgh the following year

with another herd.

Asked around, and found out you'd been,

uh-- disgraced, they called it.

Moved to another town.

No one knew it was Dodge.

They knew.

Folks always know when there's something to tongue wag about.

That, uh, coffee hot yet?

Why are you afraid of me?

I ain't hurt you but that once.

I've been scared every day of my life.

Every single day.

Never knowing when you might come riding up.

Every stranger rode into town, my heart jumped

till I saw it wasn't you.

Why?

Why?

I got reasons a-plenty!

For one, nobody knows about you.

Everyone thinks I had a husband.

What'll happen to Maria if they find out?

Look, I never told nobody.

I'll beg you if you want.

Please go away from here, and leave us be.

I gotta do something for you, for her.

The best thing you can do for us is ride a long ways on.

No.

No.

Tell me, in your whole life, did you ever do something good?

Something besides hurt?

I sent you money when I had it.

That was trying to buy forgiveness.

Well, I can't forgive you!

Go ask God to do it.

You try to do something right, and folks step on you for it.

Go away from here, and don't bother us no more.

Please.

Kitty, it's one of the strangest things

I ever ran into.

He never got more than two miles off the road to Dodge.

What happened?

Went all the way to Cascabel, and they'd picked up

two of these prisoners.

Third one was in a rock grave, and the fourth one I've been

trailing all the way back here.

Well, I haven't seen any strangers, but, of course,

that doesn't mean anything. Maybe he doesn't drink.

Well, Kitty, the nearest thing I

can figure, that this man-- he calls

himself Trafton-- that he's trying to get himself caught.

Well, you just said that he was doubling back all the time,

in order to hide his trail.

Well, yeah, but, uh, every little town that we came to,

he went in there, and he-- and he

himself into a lot of trouble.

It's like he wanted people to remember him.

Any idea why?

Well, just that I think he wants whoever is following

him to know where he's headed.

-Does that make any sense? -Nope.

But I'll tell you something, Kitty-- I get the feeling

he's right here in Dodge.

Or somewhere mighty close by.

Anybody home?

Is anybody here?

MAN: Yes. Who is it?

What's wrong?

Something happen?

You a man of God around here?

Well, I'm the Reverend English, yes.

Well, I got something for ya.

Oh?

What?

Please.

Good lord.

You know what they are?

Yes, of course.

They're-- they're from a Catholic church.

It don't matter where they're from.

I'm giving them to you, free and clear.

But why?

Cause I got no use for 'em no more.

Neither have I. Where did you get these?

Don't matter.

I'm giving 'em back.

No.

Listen, mister, I said you're taking 'em, like it or not.

That cross there is solid gold.

--You stole these from a church.

Did you hear what I said?

Solid gold.

Now, you can melt that down and feed some starving bellies

around here with money, instead of pumping

their heads full of words that fade like snow in a frying pan.

They're not of our church.

Now, what in the raw name of common sense

has that got to do with anything?

I'm sorry, but no.

Piping greenhorn.

I'm trying to tell you something that makes sense!

You can do something with that.

You can really help somebody.

Not of our church-- what is that supposed to mean?

What is that supposed to mean?

That mean that you've got the answer,

and-- and some little sin killer down the road, he's all wrong?

Well, let me tell you something, mister.

You ain't got the answer.

I'll tell you something that comes a whole bushel closer

to making sense-- it's that Injun out there,

or a coyote yammering because he feels the moon.

Now, they make sense because they

belong to something that works.

But you little dudes-- tellin' folks that nothing dies,

and all that about freedom of the soul,

just as easy and trouble-less as you singing

your Saturday night tub.

Well, you ain't never been shot, mister,

and you ain't never shot nothin',

or felt the sting of both.

And you ain't never been in prison, mister,

to know what freedom of the soul means,

until it's been took from ya.

Each and every bit of it, just blotted, and then swept away!

You understand?

Yes, I understand.

Then take 'em!

I said take 'em!

No.

It wouldn't take no more than nothin' to kill you.

I agree.

I'm nearly scared to death already.

There would have been day-- would

have been a day you'd have been splattered all over the wall.

Can't do nothin' right no more.

If nobody wants 'em, I'll melt 'em down myself.

Go with God.

Go to him, yourself!

Hello.

Are you, uh, going somewhere?

To Kansas City.

That's kinda sudden, ain't it?

Yes.

But we're going to visit Mrs. Ames.

She took care of me after my father died.

How'd he die?

My father?

He was stampeded.

It was a bad accident.

Why?

Aw, I just wondered.

Well, he was on this trail drive.

He was a ram rod-- that's a kind of leader--

and one of his drovers fell off his horse.

And when my daddy tried to save him, he was run over.

It sounds like he was a real gut buster to me.

Gut?

Well, that's just a saying cowpokes have about,

uh-- you know, men that are big enough to ram rod cattle

drives.

Things like that.

Gut buster.

You said you knew my mama.

Did you know him, too?

No, no.

Never met the gent.

But I heard about him, though.

Course, I don't know as I should tell you what was said.

You can tell me.

Please?

All right.

Now, uh, you don't repeat this, ya hear?

Cause I don't want nobody to know I told ya.

Cause I don't, uh-- I don't hardly believe a word of it,

myself.

But they say he was the-- the biggest, most handsomest

man to ever sit in a saddle.

Handsomer than me, they say.

Course, it's kind of hard to put stock in something like that.

Heard some wagoneers talking about him once.

Oh, they say he was strong, big, tough.

Didn't like to fight.

Didn't like to-- but he'd fight if he had to.

Defend a lady, or such as that.

Yeah, I guess all in all, he was somebody you could be proud of.

Course, I don't put no stock in what I heard.

Ain't nobody that good.

He was.

You know that for a fact, do you?

Oh, there's Mr. Burke.

He's the ticket seller.

Are you, uh, going back to your house?

No.

I'm supposed to stay here with Mr. Burke until Mama comes.

But I guess I could get the tickets,

and then walk back with you, if you're going that way?

No.

No, you'd best do what your mother says.

Always.

All right.

Hello, Maria.

Mr. Burke.

And directly one of these old boys

said, 36-- well, arrest 'em.

Just hoo-rahed, and life, and beat on the ground,

and had the fit.

And this here young feller says, well, what's--

Miss Kitty. Festus.

Marshal. -Reverend?

I have been wrestling with my conscience

whether I should tell you or not,

but an incredible thing has happened.

What's that?

Well, there was a man-- a desperately confused man--

who came to visit me.

Look, do you have to go to Kansas City?

How'd you know?

I'm here to tell you you-- you don't have to be afraid of me

no more.

I ain't going to hurt ya.

I'm going away.

I won't be back.

Don't come near me!

Now look, I'm telling you, you-- you stay here, you hear?

You stay here in Dodge, you and the girl.

I'm trying to tell you I won't bother you no more.

How do I know that?

Because I'm telling you, that's how you know!

Because I'm asking you to.

How can I believe someone that kills people?

I've killed a lot of men.

But not no more.

All right.

All right, I'll tell ya.

Because I shot one man, and he forgave me.

What kind of a fool thing was that to do?

I can't get it out of my head.

He forgave me.

I used to shoot a man with no more thought than,

uh-- squashing a beetle.

And I tried.

I can't.

And that means I ain't gonna last very long.

Why'd you come back in the first place?

I don't know.

What do you want?

I don't know.

Maybe-- maybe just to tell you I'm sorry.

Maybe to tell you that all these years,

you had no reason to be afraid.

Maybe-- well, how should I know why?

Anyway, I'm going away, you won't never see me again.

Uh-- you-- you tell her goodbye for me.

Trafton?

I can't forgive you. I don't know how.

But if it's any good to you, there's Maria.

Oh, I hate what you did.

I always will.

But I love her.

Marshal, that's the man there.

Reverend, get back inside.

Trafton!

Festus.

Marshal!

[gunfire]

I forgive--

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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