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NARRATOR: Gunsmoke, starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

You're both sure?

We're sure.

You're Henry Soames' boy, aren't ya?

Name's Cory, as I recall.

You look like your pa.

Reverend, we'd be obliged if you'd just--

Sure thing.

You just set your gun aside.

Now, you just say the answers.

Do you, Cory, take this dear precious girl,

Donna, to be your wedded wife?

To have and to hold, in sickness and in health?

Pa?

All right, we're taking you to jail.

What for?

Horse stealing.

That's my horse you rode in here.

Pa, he works for you.

He's got the right to ride that horse.

Boys?

Cory, no!

You know he never stole that horse.

You're coming home.

Cory!

You're lucky to just get a couple of years in jail, boy.

Most men, they'd have hung ya and be done with ya.

Take him over to Henning's, tell 'em I said to lock him up.

You send a wire to Dodge City for the marshal.

Pa.

Pa, don't do it.

We'll talk about that back at the house.

You're gonna be sorry, Pa.

Till your dying day, you're gonna be sorry.

[theme music]

All yours.

Evening, Doc.

Hello, Festus.

I see you're holding it down tonight, huh?

Yeah, Matthew ain't going to get back till late.

Looks like you've had a long, hard day your own self.

Yeah.

Can I buy you a beer?

Well, now how-- how do you explain

all this sudden affluence?

What?

Well, the prosperity.

The money.

Oh, it ain't that, Doc.

It's just that I open myself up what they call a [inaudible].

Either way, I don't have to pay my bills but once a month,

don't you see? -Yeah, I see.

But I'm afraid Kitty's in for it.

How in thunder do you know when a month is up?

All right, John, you old scutter.

Just for that, I'll draw back on that beer offer.

Forget it.

Oh, no you don't.

You haven't answered my question.

Now, how do you know when the month is up?

You can't even read a calendar.

Well, that's the easiest thing there is.

When the month gets tore off.

Any fool knows that.

All right.

Uh, just-- if you're not around, how are you going to know

when the month gets tore off?

Well, I'll explain that to you, too.

You see, when a--

-Stop it! -When a feller--

Just never mind.

You're right.

I've had along, tough day.

Festus?

You seen Marshal Dillon?

Not yet, I ain't.

He's supposed to be back later on.

Why?

Well, this telegram came.

Maybe we oughta open it.

Now, Burke, you know Matthew don't want the whole town

a-knowing his business.

You know that.

Well, but since he's gone, it might be important, Festus.

Like I told ya, he'll be back directly.

Much obliged for delivering it, though.

All right.

Thanks, Kitty.

You look tired, Matt.

Well, I can't say I'll be sorry to see this day end.

You know what we haven't done in a long time?

What's that?

Taken a whole day off and done nothing.

Sure wish I could.

Why can't ya?

Festus is here, and Newly, and Burke.

Spring Creek.

Cold chicken in a basket.

Bottle of champagne, chilled in the stream?

Like we used to.

Really, Kitty, you know something?

You just made yourself a date.

Miss Kitty, Matthew.

Hello, Festus.

When did you get back?

Oh, just a few minutes ago.

How's things?

Oh, everything's real quiet, Matthew.

I didn't figure you'd be back till late.

Yeah, well, I finished up a little earlier there.

I told ol' Doc and Burke that you wasn't

gonna be home till later.

Sit down.

-How about a beer, Festus? -You betcha, Miss Kitty.

Much obliged.

Want a refill, Matt?

Yeah.

Uh, Matthew, this here come for you a little bit ago.

Sorry, Kitty.

I figured as much.

Where to this time?

Salt Flat.

I've gotta pick up a prisoner.

Festus, I shouldn't be gone more than a day or two.

Well, Kitty, maybe when I get back.

Sure, Matt.

What was that there all about, Miss Kitty?

It's called daydreaming, Festus.

You don't know.

You're too young.

Pa, I am 20 years old.

I do know.

I've had a year to find out.

This has been going on a year?

Almost the first week he hired on.

Why, you cheap-- sneaking around like a couple of-- he's

no good, Donna.

He's just like his old man-- empty, gutless.

He's not like that, Pa.

Not at all.

If he'd have had any spine, he'd have

come here and asked for you.

He'd have asked me right out, like a man.

He wanted to.

Now, I wouldn't let him.

I knew what you'd say.

Pa, any man who's showed some feeling for me,

you always had some reason against it.

He was either too young, too old, too poor, too something.

Nobody was ever right with you.

And for good reason.

A bunch of worthless no counts looking for a ranch to marry.

You see these hands?

They were all I had to start with.

Sometimes they were raw and bleeding, but I never quit.

I kept on clawing and scratching till it came my way.

Till I had something saved up decent to leave you.

Not some saddle tramp.

We don't want the ranch, Pa.

We just want to be together.

Not in my lifetime.

Please don't say that.

I said it.

I'm asking you, get him clear of the law?

If you want your grandson to have a name,

you'd best change your mind.

Now, you tell me I was hearing wrong.

You heard me right.

I'm gonna have a baby.

Don't matter how hard you slap me,

Pa, it don't change a thing.

You can marry young Stalburg.

He'll jump at the chance.

I won't.

Burt Wallace.

He won't ask any questions.

Nobody.

It's Cory or no one.

You do what you want.

It's not too pretty much of a dinner, but my wife and we,

we had a full meal at noon, and this is all she had around.

Thanks, I ain't hungry.

Yeah, but you gotta eat, son.

Not off you.

There's no reason to hold no hard feelings for me.

You know I never stole no horse.

Look, son, I'm the law.

A man like Walt Clayton swears out a charge--

A man like you sells out his bad belly down in that dirt,

and does like he's told.

It ain't all just yes and no like that.

Walt's got his right, too.

It wouldn't hurt none to-- to have some coffee.

Whilst it's hot.

Look, you've gotta see the other side, son.

That girl means night and day to her pa.

I gotta think of that.

All right, I gotta think along, too.

Well, I do, and I ain't alone.

He's helped a lot of folks around here,

and never asked nothing in return.

Seems to me he gets a lot more than he gives.

The star on your chest costs about a wholesale dime.

It don't have to be like this for you, son.

Could be, if you gave your word-- I mean, told him

you'd stay clear of his girl.

I could maybe put in a word for you.

Yeah, you want to rot in jail for a couple of years,

it's your lookout.

I'll, uh, look in later, in case you need something.

What's going on, here?

Can't see a thing.

Don't know.

Seems Henning got himself hit on the head.

Sheriff Henning?

Closest thing we got, anyway.

That'll do it, Dave.

Lucky it was your head.

Thanks, Lem.

Sheriff Henning?

Matt Dillon from Dodge City.

Oh, I've got another call.

Now, you rest awhile now, Dave.

Don't go running any races.

Goodnight.

Night.

Do you feel up to talking?

Folks always said I had a head like a rock.

First time I'm glad of it.

You said something about a prisoner.

Did he do this to ya?

Yeah.

Jumped me when I weren't looking.

Put me down but good.

Took off.

How long ago did this happen?

I got no idea.

Must have been out for quite a while.

First I knew, the doc was working on me.

Somebody must have found me, and brought

him around after I got hit.

Take it easy. You all right?

Yeah, just-- just take me a minute, that's all.

Just gotta get my legs back.

Well, there's no hurry.

Can't go out after him tonight, anyway.

You understand, it could happen to anybody.

Anybody, Marshal.

Every law man loses a prisoner now and then.

Try and tell that to Walt Clayton.

Clayton?

It's his horse the boy took?

He brung the charge.

He's going to chew on me good.

Well, you're wearing the badge.

He pinned it on me.

I never wanted it.

It was his idea.

Said we ought to show some law.

If Walt says something in this town--

I understand.

Don't get no wrong ideas, Marshal.

He runs the town fair.

All I want you to know is I've done my best.

Then why don't you start back at the beginning?

Tell me what happened.

Something's setting some [inaudible].

The reverend's got a taste for sweet rolls.

Yes, ma'am. Is he home?

Well, that's what I'm telling you, Marshal.

I wouldn't be baking if he was.

He left before I got back this morning, from sitting

with poor old Amy Green.

Well, do you know where he went?

He most likely rode out on his sermon, I guess.

Sweet Meadow, High Mountain.

Cedar Forks.

Without telling you?

Oh, he gets the spirit, and off he goes.

Is there something I can do for you?

I understand you had some trouble here today.

Oh.

The wedding, you mean.

Well, you couldn't rightly call it a wedding,

seeing the way it was.

Marshal, I never seen such a fine couple,

with both of 'em so young, and so excited, and so eager-like.

Happiness just shining right out of their eyes.

I've known 'em both since they was weened,

and I don't count it rightly fair that folks

hold Cory's paw against him.

Happens a fella turns out shift just like that

don't mean his song's going to.

Me, I'd like to believe the best of everybody.

Yes, ma'am, but about the wedding?

Oh, I get to talkint-- and the reverend-- the wedding.

Well, sir, they come in kind of real urgent like,

and they tell the reverend they want to get married,

and I'm holdind it's purely beautiful.

The reverend starts reading the vows, and them holding hands,

and-- and looking deep, each to the other, like you

know it's going to be forever.

And then, all of a sudden, right between the do you takes--

What happened?

Without even a knock, the door busts open, and there they are.

And you know they mean business, because they're

wearing their guns.

Well, who's they?

Two cowhands, and Walt Clayton.

Clayton?

Well, sure, Walt Clayton.

It was his girl was getting married.

And now in His name, I ask you the same, my child.

Do you, Donna, take Cory to be your wedded husband,

to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for better

or for worse, forsaking all others to cling only to him,

to love and obey him as long as you both shall live?

Yes. Yes, I do.

By God's law and man's law, I pronounce you man and wife.

And I ask his everlasting blessing on you both.

Now, you'd better kiss him, and let him know it's for real.

I love you, Pa.

And you won't be sorry.

You wait and see.

Well, now, do I get to kiss the bride,

or do I heist my price back up a dollar?

You get to kiss the bride.

Well, that's an easy way to get a son,

Walt. You don't have to nurse him to the colic and such.

You don't have to sit up with him all night

when he's got the group.

Yes, sir, you get him all growed up.

Good size, too.

And a working hand you know ain't apt to quit.

Mr. Clayton ain't said he wants me yet.

Well, if he's got any sense, he'll jump at that.

I don't think this is any time for business.

Now, see there?

Haven't been married more than two

minutes, and bossin' already.

Well, all, that's about it.

Nothin' pleasures me more than a wedding.

But it's a long ride back to town.

Well, there's no excuses needed, Lucius.

Well, later, Walt. No, sir, you stay right there with them.

I can't find my way outta here, how do you think I

could find my way into Heaven?

Pa-- if-- if you knew how happy I am, how hard I've prayed--

us three, together.

We're a family, Pa.

You look a little tired, honey.

I guess I am, kind of.

You don't mind?

Go ahead.

I'll be along in a minute.

OK.

Goodnight, Pa.

I'll take care of her, Mr. Clayton.

You've got my word.

Now, maybe I ain't starting out with much,

but I'm purely strong and healthy,

and I ain't afraid of work.

I'm gonna build up something big for her.

I just thought I'd say it so you know.

That's it, I guess.

Goodnight, Mr. Clayton.

You're not going to her.

You've already had your honeymoon.

What?

You've got some jail time owin'.

I'm taking you back.

Back?

That's right.

I should have figured you'd never change.

Not for Donna, not for anybody.

A man's gotta protect what's his.

Whether it's his land, his reputation, or his daughter.

Donna and me are married now.

That makes a difference.

Not to me, it don't.

And it won't to her when you're gone.

We're gonna be together.

No matter what.

Or how long.

She don't belong to you, Mr. Clayton.

She's mine.

You've got no call to hit me, Mr. Clayton.

Don't hit me.

I got every call.

My daughter was clean before you started sneaking her around.

I know what we done wasn't right.

I tried to come here and tell you

how we felt about each other, only she wouldn't let me.

She was scared.

And if your own daughter's afraid of you,

then you ain't no father at all.

I'm gonna take you to jail, but before I do,

I wanna teach you a lesson.

No more!

Mr. Clayton?

MAN: Come from the house, I tell ya.

Get your gun, Fred.

[gunshot]

Help him!

[gunfire]

Pa!

Looks like Cory fought your pa.

Oh, dear god.

Dear god.

He's a mighty tough bird, Donna.

You're saying he's going to be all right?

Now, he's been hurt bad.

Three ribs broken.

But they said Cory shot him.

Aim wasn't very good, then.

No bullet holes in him.

Now, Clayton's a man this whole ornery country couldn't lick.

He'll make it.

Are you sure?

Might take some little time, though.

He's going to need a lot of rest and quiet.

You can count he'll get it.

Pa?

Darling?

You gave me a pretty good scare.

What happened?

If you tell me what happened--

He stole me up.

That boy of yours tried to close my eyes for good.

There's no sense to that, Pa.

Made sense to him.

Pa?

Pa, you've got a lot of pain.

Hits kinda sudden sometimes.

Well, don't try to talk.

No, honey.

You've gotta know what he did.

But not now.

Later.

You can't close your ears to it.

It's gotta be said.

Last night, after you went to your room,

I mentioned to him that he still had some time to serve.

And the only way to get clear of the law

was to go back and serve the time out.

He owed that to you.

To get a clean start.

But I-- I thought you'd been getting along?

Honey, I-- I don't make the law.

I could have gotten the horse stealing charges dropped,

but you can't beat up a sheriff and bust out of jail,

and get away with it.

When I told him he was going to have to go back and face up

to it, he said there wasn't anybody was going to take him

back.

He was going to run out on you and the baby.

I can't believe that.

I couldn't, either.

But when I told him he wasn't going to do any runnin', he

was ready to kill me.

But that don't sound like him.

Not at all, Pa.

He's hot headed.

He always was.

And you know that's the truth.

Maybe some.

I know how you feel.

But that doesn't change what happened.

He's no good.

I'm lucky I don't have a bullet in me.

He wouldn't do that.

He loves me.

Not enough to face up to what he did.

Forget him.

Shake him out of your life.

Not for me.

For you.

If it happens I don't pull out of this--

Don't talk like that, Pa.

The doctor says you're going to be all right.

Honey, it's-- it's just that I'm so worried about you.

Please.

Donna, if I had your word--

Please.

Not now.

Now, the doctor says-- he-- he warned

me that you had to stay quiet.

Honey, if--

That's enough.

It can wait.

Till you get-- until you get some strength.

Now, you get your rest.

Cory?

Cory?

I've been praying you'd guess I'd come here.

Just hold me, Cory.

You'd better tell me right out-- is he dead?

No.

Bad hurt?

The doctor says he's got a good chance.

Oh, what happened, Cory?

Didn't he tell you?

He told me you were trying to run away,

and that you didn't no how want me or the baby.

Honey, you forgot all the things I said to you?

And you to me?

And the promises we made?

About loving each other?

Trusting, and believing?

And nothing else counted, on God's green Earth.

He said you tried to kill him.

Well, he was lyin'!

Just so's to split us apart.

But Cory, he brought the reverend out.

He let us get married.

Yeah, sure, he wanted me to marry you.

Not have you for a wife.

Look, he's got a grandson coming,

and even my name is better than no name.

I was coming to you, and he said I

wasn't having no wedding night.

Said he was taking me back.

And then he hit me.

And you hit him back.

Honey, I tried.

I tried not to hit him.

Because I love you.

I tried, but he kept coming at me.

Honey, you gotta believe me.

I guess I just needed to hear you say it.

Let's get out of this place.

Let's just go away, and never even think of it no more.

We can head west, change our names, just get ourselves lost.

Cory-- Cory, I can't leave him.

He's hurt pretty bad.

I'm all he's got.

Well, that's why he's done like he has.

Trying somehow to hold on to me.

I can't run out on him now.

Not now.

There's just no way to beat him, is there?

It won't be for long, I promise you.

Just till I know he's all right.

Might be only a day or two.

Oh, just give me a little time.

Please?

Oh, please try and understand.

We've al-- we've always said the truth to each other,

and I'm giving you my word.

Now, will you be safe here?

All the times we've been coming here together,

no one ever came along.

I'll stop by later, and just as soon as I know he's all right,

we'll be gone.

I promise.

It's coming on to noon.

I-- I'd best be getting back.

You be careful, hear?

The boy has always been a wild one, Marshal.

Like one of those colts you just can't break.

You hired him on.

Just out of kindness, was all.

I knew his pa.

This is how he pays me back.

Steals my horse, then he tries to steal my daughter.

But you brought him back.

Yeah, I did.

But a man don't always do what's right.

Fact is I-- I did it for her.

I didn't figure it'd make that much difference.

I knew he had jail time owin'.

All she wanted to do was to marry him first.

I didn't mean to put myself above the law.

I told him he was going to have to pay for what he did.

That's when he knocked you down?

Yeah.

Marshal, I got some cowhands that

are pretty fair with a gun.

If you want a posse, why, you just say the word.

I don't think so, Clayton.

Thanks.

I was just aiming to help.

Appreciate it.

Marshal.

You men see Miss Clayton?

Rode out a while ago.

Did you see where she went?

Well, I asked her, Marshal.

Seemed real upset.

Didn't even answer.

Thanks.

[knocking]

WALT: I'm not blaming you boys for letting

him get away last night.

What I'm saying is you can still make it up, and make yourselves

a little pocket cash at the same time.

You find him, and bring him you.

You want him alive?

If he comes peaceable.

Otherwise, I don't care.

Marshal! Marshal, wait!

I'm Donna Clayton.

I-- I saw you leaving the house.

You could have saved yourself a ride, miss.

I can guess what Pa told you.

I know what he said.

Oh?

And it's a lie, Marshal.

The whole thing.

The only thing he's ever wanted for me was to have nobody

but him, and that's the truth.

It happened I ever looked at somebody, happened

somebody looked at me-- that's why

I never told him about Cory.

And that's what drove him near crazy when he found out.

Then maybe you'd better tell me the rest.

Where are we going?

There's an old shack over by the duck pond.

You figure he's there?

I'll give odds on it.

How come?

She rode out there one day, and I followed her.

Listen.

What did I tell ya?

That money's headed into my pocket right now.

Let's go.

There he is!

[gunshot]

Don't kill him, Pete!

You heard what the old man said!

If he said to hang yourself, I suppose you'd do that, too.

Cory?

Cory, it's me!

I brought you some help!

Marshal Dillon.

He's up here from Dodge.

Marshal, he's gone.

Looks like he had some company.

Better get mounted.

Cory?

What happened, boy?

You just take it easy.

I'll get you in.

Cory Soames.

He's hurt pretty bad.

Yeah, we figured something must have happened.

Found his horse back in the woods a way.

Well, no need to trouble you.

We'll take him in.

He's bleeding too bad.

You put him on a horse, you're sure to kill him.

I'd better drive him over.

Be faster if you cut across.

All right.

Here's one thing.

He wasn't alone.

What is it, Marshal?

These wagon tracks.

It could be Mr. Eggers.

he comes this way to get to the stage road.

Well, if he did, he must have changed his mind-- cause

these track head off here.

Where would that take ya?

Our place.

The only spread north of here.

Looks to me like he's hurt awful bad, Clayton.

Yeah.

It's lucky you came along when you did.

Now, I'm going to town.

I could send the doc up.

The wago's awful slow.

I appreciate that, but we'll take care of it.

Thanks, anyway.

Like I say, he could easily bleed to death.

Didn't wanna shoot him, Mr. Clayton.

He was running.

Where's my daughter?

I don't know.

I ain't seen her since morning.

Looks like somebody put a slug in ya.

Some-- them two.

You got some proof of that?

I'm bleedin' bad.

I got any chance?

I don't know. I'm not a doctor.

You gonna stand there like a buzzard and watch me die?

It would sure solve a lot of problems.

I ain't gonna let ya.

Eggers is right.

He needs a doctor bad. Go get him.

Back inside.

We were just going for the doctor.

You're not going anywhere.

Get back here.

How bad is it?

Well, it's pretty bad.

Now, we gotta stop that bleeding till I get a doctor here.

Get some bandages-- sheets, or anything you can find.

I'm going to Salt Flats, see if I can find a doctor.

Better be sure those two are here when I get back.

Now, you just hold on, Marshal.

Now, you just wait a minute.

You'd better do some praying that that boy's alive

when I get back here, too.

Otherwise the three of you are going to be facing a judge.

Donna--

There's nothing you can say, Pa!

So don't say anything.

Well, it's all settled.

Your Pa's agreed to drop all the charges.

You two are free to go wherever you want to.

What about breaking jail?

Well, I guess you can leave that

up to me and Sheriff Henning.

Um-- what'll happen to him?

You want to proffer charges against him?

Cory, what about you?

I guess he's been hit hard enough, Marshal.

I think so.

Well, good luck.

Thanks, Marshal.

Honey, we'd better get started.

If we're gonna hit town before dark, we'd better-- Donna?

Uh-- I'll be right back.

Pa?

We're going.

We never meant to be like this.

We always figured it would be different.

It could still be the way you want it.

Maybe.

It's too late, Pa.

What I'm saying is if there's even one chance--

I don't think so, Pa.

Because people don't change.

Might as well ask a tree to leaf out in winter.

It's all right with me, if you want to throw in with him,

without knowing whether he'll put a roof over your head,

or food on the table.

It tears me apart.

It could have been so good.

I used to lie awake nights, and hope, and try

to think-- think of a way.

I'm sorry, Pa.

Donna?

You will let me know?

When the baby comes.

Yep.

I'll let you know.

You all right?

I'm fine.

Really fine.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next Gunsmoke.

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