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[theme music]

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]

[theme music]

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--

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from our next "Gunsmoke."

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