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

Yeah, Fergusonville.

Ain't a bad town.

They can sure use me,
but it ain't a bad town.

All it needs is a
little attention,

a little law, order, and a
Winchester, not necessarily

in that order.

Just a little
stone-nosed marshaling.

Yeah, old Ferguson would
have liked it, though.

Raunchy as it is.

I remember him like it
was only 100 yards ago.

I remember one time
he-- he picked up

a 300 grizzly yearling
he kept as a pet.

And he-- he carried it
on down to Danny's bar.

And he sets that old
grizzly up on the bar,

and he says to Danny--

You serve sheepherders in here?

And Danny nods.

And then old--

Ferguson.

Ferguson, he'd nod
and say, well, then

give me a glass of
whiskey, and give

my friend here a sheepherder.

I told you that one before?

In Cross Creek, Hell's Bend,
Oblivion, half a dozen others.

Why'd you marry me, woman?

I can't think of one reason.

Drifting from one
hellhole to another.

[gunshots]

-Gunfight.
-Tom.

Sure.

[gunshots]

Whoa, whoa.

Tom, no.

Tom, Tom!
-Gunfight.

-Tom!
-Get down.

Get out of the way.
-Tom.

Get out of the way.

Tom!

Oh God.

[gunshots]

It's a gunfight, all
right, but the question is,

who's doing what to who?

Who are you, pilgrim?

MATTHEW: US marshal.

Marshal?

Let's get busy.

Jack, Ben!

Jack's dead.

I'm hit.

All right, all right!

We're throwing it in.

All right, pilgrim.

Get over there next to
that other one, where

I can see you clean and solid.

I'm bleeding.

Along with most of us.

Now lay that gun down
flat, a little to the left!

Throw your other
guns on that pile.

Now, sit!

Tom, Tom Lynott.

Well, it's a small
world for the size of it.

Matt!

Who's them.

I don't know.

Just ambushed you?

The base of these rocks.

I was trying to
get to the spring.

Yeah, a badge still draws a
crowd on occasion, don't it?

They sure chewed on you.

Well, come on.

I got a buggy down yonder here.

A buggy?

Yeah, a man can't tote his
wife around in a pack trap.

Come on.

Penny with you?

Four feet'd be a
mile without her.

All right, you left-footed,
spine-shooting heroes.

Get on down there!

Or I'll tack you flatter
than a bug's pockets!

[theme music]

Doctor, Marshal's been shot.

You got a doctor here?

-You the croaker?
-I'm the doctor.

-You got a room?
-I have.

All right.
Get him on up there right now.

[shouting]

Easy, take it easy now.

You got a jail?

All right, take
these dry gussers

and pack them on into it
tighter than a long fish

in a short can.
Get to it.

You, take these horses and sell
them for whatever you can get.

Put the money in the bank.
Ma'am!

Yes?

Get this little
woman up to a room.

You, close your mouth
before the bees hide,

and get these bags upstairs.

As old Ferguson used to say, now
let's belly up to the trough.

Wet the whistle.

Well, how do you make it, Doc?

Everything considered,
I'd say we're lucky.

One bullet missed
his shoulder socket

about a quarter of an inch,
another once glanced off a rib,

almost took a kidney with it.

He's gonna need rest,
good, long, sound rest.

How long?

It's hard to say, Miss
Kitty, but I'd guess a month,

and that'd be on
the narrow side.

Well, I'd-- I'd best be going.

See you back at the
Long Branch, Miss.

Thank you, mister.

Tom, I heard you talking.

Look, I'm not gonna
be in here a month.

More like two weeks.

But whatever it is,
I gotta have somebody

looking at after the
town while I'm in here.

Well, you got your deputy.

You got some boys here
with some sand to them.

You got your nice town
with roots reaching out.

You'll make out all right.

No, Tom.

There's a Wells Fargo
shipment due in.

Now, Newly and Festus,
they're good men,

but I gotta have somebody who's
marshaled before, somebody

experienced, Tom.

Oh, no, no, Matthew.

You don't want me.

But just for a couple weeks,
Tom, till I get on my feet.

Now, wait a minute now.

It's gonna be more
than two weeks.

What do you say, Tom?

Well, this-- this kind of town,
this ain't my kind of town.

Them screechers with the hide
half off, raw and jumping.

That's-- that's what fits me.

No, you-- you don't want me.

This town can't be
without a marshal.

Takes too long to
get another one.

Just two weeks, Tom.

Or more.

All right.

Thanks, Tom.

Your wife is at the
hotel, Mr. Lynott.

Oh yeah.

Yeah, I'm obliged to you, ma'am.

Old Ferguson'd never
believe this one.

Well, at least Penny'll
get some sleep.

What's the matter, Kitty?

I'm fine.

No, something's wrong.

What is it?

No, there isn't anything wrong.

I was just, well, wondering if
you'd made the right choice.

Look, you try and get
some rest, and I'll

have Sam bring you some broth.

There you go.

Well, here's to your good
health and good fortune.

Thank you.

You're wondering about Tom.

The wine and cheese
are unwelcome.

I know that, Kitty, but
you are wondering about Tom.

What makes you think that?

A woman's intuition about a
woman's intuition about men.

He saved Matt's life.

Matt's wounded,
can't defend himself,

and the man that defends
this town depends Matt.

Oh, I know.

Tom has led a wild, raw life.

He's a good man, Kitty, a
strong man, and a kind man,

at the root of things.

But, well, just a
little different.

I'm sure Tom's a good
man at the root of things.

If I did have a question to
ask, it would be about that

difference you talk about.

I just wonder if it would
help to enforce the law

or make it tougher.

Now, anyway, here are these
old boys come right along,

and they come on old Ferguson.

And the Apaches have got
him buried in the sand,

like an ant.

And he's down there.

And this old boy looks at him.

He says hey, Bill.

He said, this pilgrim's got
himself wide for trouble.

And old Ferguson said, no, no.

I ain't in no trouble.

And the boy says, why ain't you?

He said, it's simple.

I got a fine horse under me!

That's true.

That there old Ferguson must
have been a pistol's pistol.

He sure sounds like it.

MAN: Get him thorough.

Fight, fight!

Here.

I'll throw him in jail
for you, Tom, Newly.

Oh, no.

That ain't necessary, Festus.

Well, he's drunk and
fighting on the street.

Festus, they're all right.

They're good old boys.

When they surface, they're
gonna need a drink, Sam.

Put it on my tab, will you?

All right.

Well, pilgrims, this day's been
a year, but it's been an hour,

and my edges are
starting to show.

Try not to wake me with the
shooting and yelling, huh?

Going to bed?

You ain't going to bed, are you?

On a Saturday night?

It's just sure as big
scares in the summer light,

things is different.

Kitty, you sure you've
used of those before?

Sure, taking down
and hems and things.

Look, I got a free
hand here, see?

Would you just lie still?

But look--

You could always grow
a beard, you know?

Maybe half a beard.

How are you feeling?

Well, Doctor, I don't know.

Under the circumstances here--

That's not a
circumstance, Matt.

That's a mortal threat.

Oh, you two relax.

Razors were invented by
women, or should have been.

No question about that.

Let me take a look
at my patient here.

Up.

What?

That hurt?

It did, huh?

But you're coming along.

Doctor, how's Tom coming along?

Well, his methods are a
little different from yours,

but that shouldn't concern you.

[inaudible] Matt.

Tom's a good man.

You take two of these every
morning before breakfast

without fail, and I'll have
you back on your feet before

long, as good as new.

[crashing]

[shouting]

What's going on out there?

All right, drop your knife, or
I'll air out your bread basket.

Drop it.

What's going on in there?

This one.

This one took his knife to old
man Weaver something terrible.

All right.
Come on.

You're going to [inaudible]

Now, hold on.

Festus, just-- just
hold on there a minute.

What happened here, Shaw?

You mean you know this
tangle-footed yahoo?

They was going on
about my Mignon.

What's a Mignon?

That's a lady's name.

Well, if they was talking
about his woman, then maybe--

Not his woman.

It's his jackass.

His jackass?

Well, that rips it.

Now, hold on, Festus.

When you've been blowing
it with a critter,

you get attached to it.

Well, this here's old Shaw.

This is the best
old tracker ever

helped the army out of cactus.

We worked together some.

Them was the days, Tom.

Yeah, right to the
edge they was, Shaw.

The old man's all
right, I guess.

He's pretty well cut up, though.

Maybe I'd better get Doc Chat.

Yeah, maybe you better do that.

I am drunk, Tom.

Hard to notice, Shaw.

If I was you, I'd
get my gatherings

together and get out of town.

Now, this old boy might
have had some friends

you didn't know about.

Thanks, Tom.

I'm-- I'm real sorry.

All right.

Give my love to Mignon!

Old Shaw.

You're turning him loose?

Why, he carved on a man.

Yeah, he's an alligator
when he gets liquored up.

But why not?

He's served his time
in the devil's pocket.

He never killed
anybody, that I know of.

Well, don't you think he
ought to be throwed in jail?

That don't change a man
under the skin, pard.

Top of that, the
taxpayer stands the loss.

Come on.

Buy you a drink.

Did Tom take care of that?

Yeah.

Tom's taken care of it.

Now I'm gonna take care of you.

Now, Kitty, look, take it easy.

Slow.

Doctor.

[inaudible]

[inaudible]

That's rotten.

Yeah, and all that's left,
therefore most enjoyable.

Well, paper claims Tom
Lynott's up to Dodge.

Tom what?

Lynott, that's
before your time.

Tom always did know
where the cushion was.

Nickel, how long we been here?

I dunno.

Rolfin, how long we been here?

Go ask that gin rangler.

He'd know.

Bar keep, where you at?

Hey, pass that whiskey.

There's a rat in here.

How long we been here?
Ain't no rat in there.

Fella says there's
a rat in there.

Drink everything,
eat everything, fight.

Nothing left but four-year-old
pigs feet'd make a duck jump in

and keg of trade whiskey
even a mule'd stay wide of.

Ain't no rat in there.

What day is it?

Come here and raise
the dead, break things,

how do I know what day it is?

Can't you put that
thing up, Wallace?

Well?

Thursday.

We've been here three days?

Could have been three years.

There's a rat in there.

That ain't a rat.

That's a mouse.

A mouse?

You reckon Tally got jailed?

Not Tally.

They ain't built his jail yet.

Seems this Dodge marshal
got himself bushwhacked,

and old Tom was riding
through, and was prevailed upon

to take the job till the
marshal is all unleaded

and back on his feet.

This-- Ly-- Lynott,
he a friend of yours?

Like another rib.

Well, that gives me an idea.

Wallace, you ain't
never empty, are you?

Dodge.

Now we gots to wait
somewhere for Tally.

Now, this place ain't nowhere.

So the right kind of
thinking is, we ride

on to some genuine somewhere.

Now, Dodge ain't
that far out the way.

Tally come riding into the bar,
he tell them where we's at.

Sure be some funning.

They got them a
real town up there.

Doins, we could see old Tom.

And we could loosen
the wolf some.

Come on.

Let's get to riding.

I know what I'm gonna do!

Hey, boy.

Here, better eat
up for the trail.

MAN: Come on, baby!

Pays to pray sometimes.

[knocking on door]

Miss Lynott?

Yes?

I'm Mrs. Weaver.

I'm afraid you have me at
a disadvantage, Mrs. Weaver.

My husband's the one
got knifed yesterday.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I didn't know.

Your man don't talk to
you none, Miss Lynott?

Please, come in, Mrs. Weaver.

I-- I ain't forward
usually, Mrs. Lynott.

Please, please, sit
down, Mrs. Weaver.

Miss Lynott, maybe
if I talk to you.

Miss Lynott, my Bill drinks.

I'd say he'd have to drink,
having the furies he's had,

trying and failing.

But mostly he's godly.

And I know, because
for 28 years,

I done live every day with him.

And I ain't saying when Bill
drinks his sense of humor

ain't low on sense, but
he's not a mean man.

He got knifed, Miss Lynott.

And it ain't he'll be
laid up for a month.

He's had his flat times.

It's-- it's that we come to
Dodge cause Dodge had law.

And against the
law to go knifing.

But that man, your man.

Your man, Mrs. Lynott, he just--
He just let that man ride off.

And him so drunk he didn't
know north from sagebrush.

Miss Lynott, I ain't had
no schooling, only living,

but the law is like the Bible.

It ain't how you look at it.

The words there,
it's just there.

I-- I ain't usually
forward, Mrs. Lynott.

Oh, you're welcome any time.

Mrs. Weaver.

Pleasure for your
company, Mrs. Lynott.

Well, she done had her say.

Her man was knifed.

I know.

By a drunk.

And you let him go?

Penny, it takes all
kinds to make a world.

The Bible says that too.

Only Mrs. Weaver, she
seems to have forgot that.

Sure, old Shaw was
drunk, always will be.

Past his time, old Shaw.

Those old boys pushing
west, if all they had

was strawberry sundaes, you'd
be wearing feathers in your hair

and moccasins on your
pretty feet right now.

But Mrs. Weaver, I mean,
this isn't push out or two

tops, or any of those places.

This is Dodge City, people
trying to make something last.

And only laws will do it.

And you can't just
see them any way

that makes things comfortable.

Well, listen to you.

I'm sorry.

TOM (VOICEOVER): How'd
you become a deputy, Matt?

MATTHEW (VOICEOVER): The law.

The land needs laws, and
the men to work them.

TOM (VOICEOVER): Why'd you?

[chuckling]

Got paid.

MAN: Hey, Lynott!

You old switch jumper.

Which rock you squeezed under?

Come on, marshal!

Let's soak this skins
from the inside!

Oh, Mrs. Lynott, can
Tommy come out to play?

It's Tally's bunch!

Hey, cut the noise and
get off the street.

Take a sharp left to
the best trough in town.

First drink's on me!

I ain't seen them since--

The lazy little
hamlet of Glory Hole.

Blood you couldn't step
over every Monday morning.

That's right.

That front sight aimed
at hope, you called it.

That's the one.

But you sure could
hear its heart.

You sure could.

Hey, you remember the time
he was chasing old man Sven?

What was that for?

He rode my horse upstairs
after [inaudible].

That git!

Now, that's what I
call a highly comforting

past for a town marshal.

Matt says he's a good
man, he's a good man.

I'll bet Matt didn't know
this bunch of good friends.

He knew you patched up
Bill Weaver, didn't he?

He did.

I didn't wanna
tell him too much.

He still needs his rest.

Let's have another, mister.

The name's Sam.

Mr. Smiling Sam.

Help yourself.

Courtesy of the
Denver and Western.

Tally'll push in
later, will he?

Sooner than later when
he finds out you're here.

Who's this one?

Oh, now that there is Wallace.

Tally picked him
up in Bone West.

That's the new
kind you get now.

Got himself a bad
temper and a worse gun.

Got it coming out so fast
a hawk couldn't see it.

Yeah, well, he's
handy riding out,

but just a cub kid
for living lie.

Aint' that right, Billy boy?

Comes the cub kids,
you take first money.

You say that again,
I'll put a hole in you

you can drive the
northbound through.

I ain't saying you
couldn't, Billy boy.

But if you was to do that,
you'd have to bury me.

And you might bend your
mind figuring out which

end of the shovel was which!

This is good whiskey.

Ain't no rat in there either.

MAN: Oh, that wasn't no rat.

That was a mouse.
-Yeah, it was a mouse.

Ma'am, that's dangerous stuff.

Matt sure wouldn't sign to it.

But we haven't had
any real trouble yet.

No, ma'am, not yet.

But I believe
that's a bunch could

take a town's 15
years of hard effort

and leave nothing but mayhem.

And he blame sure
ain't marshaling

the way the folks in Dodge
is used to marshaling

and being dead.

Well, I agree with
you, Festus, but what

are we're gonna do about it?

Well, somebody ought
to tell old Matthew.

I don't want to be flapperty--

Festus, Festus, will
you look at that?

MATTHEW (VOICEOVER):
Lynott gentleman?

He's about four doors down
in the Long Branch Saloon.

Much obliged.

Deeply.

Trouble, that there Lynott
draws trouble like summer

melons draws blue flies.

It's like I was saying,
Newly, there's another sample

somebody ought to tell Matthew.

Well, you're the head deputy.

Why don't you tell him?
I'll go with you.

Well, I don't want to be no--

Well, this old Tally's
still drunk as a rum goose,

but holds himself stiff
as a preacher, you know.

Which he looks
like, with a piece

all tore up and got
himself a top hat.

So anyway, I took
him out of there,

and I took him in the bar,
and watered him a little,

and I says to him, well,
what happened to you?

Starts running
into a burnt bear.

And he looks at me, and
he says, got married.

says, well, where's the bride?

Well, he says, last
time I seen her,

she was coming for me a knife
big enough the hay with.

One of the other boys says,
what's her name, Will?

He says, boys, I done left
so quick I can't remember.

But they got-- got to
breaking things up in there.

I shooed them on out of there
and over to the Bull's Head,

taking Tally along with them.

What's your name, Will?

Can't remember.

You all right, Penny?

Huh?

What's the matter, sweetheart?

Why didn't you jail them, Tom?

Jail them?

Why?

The law.

Oh, pet, pet.

Honey, I know your feelings.

You've told me
about them before.

Mrs. Weaver.

Comes a time every woman
gotta think to change

what don't need changing.

Now, honey, the law is
something you gotta work with.

You gotta ease things.

You gotta play a
little bit on one side

and play a little on the other,
and then just sort of ease

into things.

The shortest trail a law had
ever made was to a tombstone.

Now, don't you
worry, sweetheart.

I know what I'm doing.

No.
No, you don't.

And I never knew it before.

-Penny.
-You're wrong.

I love you, Tom.

But you're wrong.

[knocking on door]

Sorry to bother
you, Mr. Lynott,

but they're tearing
up the Bull's Head,

and Marshal Dillon said--

All right, all right.

Tell Festus to go on
down there and ask

them to hold it low as a favor.

Well, maybe you're
forgetting, Mr. Lynott, you

sent Festus and Newly down
to me to check on Ben Kilty

being there.
-I what?

Sent Festus and
Newly down to me.

I never sent anybody anywhere.
I'll be right down.

Once again, old timer.

Get another pair of them.

Again.

Well, you're doing fine.

[gunshot]

Did Sam deliver
my message, Doctor?

Yeah.

Well, why isn't
Lynott down there?

I couldn't say, Matt.

That ruckus is coming
from friends of his.

Friends?

DOCTOR: That's right.

Where's Festus?

Lynott sent Festus
and Newly over to me.

Ben Kilty's been
reported over there.

Both of them?

That only leaves Lynott.

-That's right.
-Give me my pants.

You sit back there.

You said I'm doing fine.

You're doing fine in
bed, not out of it.

Come on.

I'm gonna sit on
you, if I have to.

Matt, you've been telling us
how good your buddy Lynott is.

Now's his chance to prove it.

Let him handle it.

[chuckling]

Now, that's a good boy.

[gunshot]

All right.

That's enough!

Patterson, if
shamrocks was luck,

you'd be in a valley of them.

How's that for shooting,
Tommy, [inaudible]

What would Ferguson
say about that now?

Say you're liable to inherit
that old sodbuster's 13 kids,

and that's an unlucky number.

Oh, you reckon 13?

Long winter nights.

Give me a couple of shots of
high grade there, will you?

Pull up a chair,
Tom, and sit down.

You know Wallace over
there, don't you?

Yeah, I've seen him.

How are you, son?

Ain't got no
truck with lawdogs.

Well, you're gonna have
to hold it down some.

Yeah, yeah.
I know.

We was just calling you over.

I figured.

Now, what's all this
about Ben Kilty?

I figured that'd
fetch you over here.

It was all Wallace's idea.

Wallace, always thinking!

I heard Ben Kilty was
gunned down up at Fort Stick.

You know, you heard just right.

Some old boy lay enough lead
in him to bottom a boat.

And then we rolled into town and
saw the posters still hanging.

We just figured that the
word hadn't got out yet.

Weren't nothing
at all to fake up

a note from you, telling them
two deputies to ride down to

[inaudible].

Old Billy boy got the whole
idea in his little tin head.

Like I told you, for a
crooked, he just plain

beats a mesquite fence.

Tom, old boy, how'd you like
to dust out of this country?

What?

You heard right.

You know, things
is getting tighter

than a swarm of locusts.

There ain't no place
to move anymore.

You can't flap your arms.

There's a badge behind, around,
and underneath every tree.

And you, you old rolling
bush, you-- you weren't cut

out to be no lawman, no how.

How'd you like to just cut out?

Mexico?

Canada?
That's it.

Canada!

All you have to do is hunt
for the shade, and lay in it,

and worry about nothing.

How'd you like that?

I'd like that most purely, but
it-- it gets down to the how

of it, don't it?

Dodge.

Dodge?

Well, sure, just laying there
like a babe on the blanket.

I reckon it's pretty
near foolproof.

Oh, it's 800% foolproof.

Well?

What do you say, Tom boy?

What do you say?

Ain't nothing in the way.

Let me just get this straight.

You-- you're suggesting that
I-- that I throw in with you

to-- to clean out this town?

Yeah.

That's what I
thought you meant.

Never did meet a
lawdog had brains

enough to put in a thimble.

Lawdog, this whole
town just laying out

there bigger than a
skinned mule, just

prime right for the taking.

You're quite a little
planner, ain't you?

Give you an hour, I will.

Be out of town, or
I'll come killing.

Wallace always did
have a big mouth.

You should have warned him.

Lynott throws a
long loop, but he

don't never let go of the tail.

All the same, he's one of us.

And Tom said he was gonna
come a-killing in one hour.

We ain't gonna
cut and run, well?

Never have.

Get him up.

Yeah, you were right, Matt.

You always was.

I coulda stopped it
all at the start.

What do they aim to do?

Go through your town like
a bull through a cobweb.

It's your town now, Tom.

I know what you're thinking.

It's me drawing them here,
sure as ants to garbage.

The law these days
with changing time,

it's-- it's just
hard to understand

something that's simple.

That's incredible.

I mean, that is just
incredible, to just up

and leave just like that.

No, he's not leaving, Doctor.

He's not?

No, he's gonna
stand up to them.

Oh.

Penny.

Get up, Penny.
-What?

Get your things packed.

[inaudible] Wait here for me.

What is it, Tom?

Oh, nothing.

Nothing except the law.

That law you keep talking
about all the time.

Tom, you be careful now.

I should have been
a freight driver.

Talking to the hind end
of mules makes more sense.

Tell me, Tom.

Don't ask no questions, Penny.

Just do as I say.

Don't ask no questions.

Lynott!

Hello there, Lynott!

It's been a whole hour.

Let's talk!

You can see how it is.

So let's talk.

We've got plenty of time.

I'm gonna gun him.

Hey, shut up, boy.

I'm doing this.

Oh, Tom.

You hear me?

Man just made a point here.

Ain't nothing to do but to talk.

And seeing as how we
stand you five to one.

Tom!

That little old rifle
ain't gonna cut it.

We're gonna kill you, Tom.

Likely.

Likely?

Look around.

Why, we could kill you
before you killed us, if you

had two guns in each hand.

You're a dead man.

Likely.

I ain't waiting on no old man.

Tally.

Get out of town.

I ain't waiting on nobody!

Get out of town, Will.

You'd follow
through, wouldn't you?

I would.

That's what I figure.

You're crazy, Lynott.

We'll be down across the
border when that halo of yours

don't fit no more.

Well, it was a good idea
most of the way, boy.

The deceased's family is
entitled to something.

We was doing you right, Tom.

You ain't never gonna
understand that, are you?

Come on.

Let's go.

Tom, that was close.

That shotgun, that's mine.

I know, Doctor.

I just didn't have
time to check with you.

Oh, no, Marshal.
You don't understand.

See, this thing is brand new.

I haven't had time to buy
any shells for it yet.

Old Ferguson's never
believe that one either.

Matt, we thank you.

We really thank you.

We're gonna be happy in Wichita.

I'm glad I was able to help.

Tom, I'm much obliged.

You'll double, Matt, for true.

You know, it puts
me in mind of Nilo,

when you and me was green.

Come a long way, ain't we?

Yeah, I guess so.

Well, keep her dry,
Matt, and loaded.

Yeah, and, Tom, be sure and say
hello to old Ferguson for me.

I'll do that.

ANNOUNCER: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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