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NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke."

With Milburn Stone as Doc.

Amanda Blake as Kitty.

Ken Curtis as Festus.

Buck Taylor as Newly.

And starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Lord, I come all the way out from St. Joe.

The plains winds riflin' on ya.

Close to near swallow a navy full of whales.

Snow at points hiding a mule, and sun enough to fry crickets.

Molly with two at the breast.

No, sir.

I wouldn't want to leave, wasn't it needful.

But I don't want to bury my family,

and I don't want to-- I don't want them burying me.

What say you, Navin?

Well, it be true.

[inaudible] his cattle want the water,

and hate us about like knives in his knees.

But come down to it, ain't our say.

Water belongs to Clarabelle, our title and homestead.

Ain't for her water, we're all dry as biscuits.

And when you're talking about Clarabelle,

it's Pete Brown done the doing of it.

What'll we do, Pete?

Stick together, boys.

Scattered, you're mice for the hawks.

Together, you got you a strength.

Strength?

You ain't got no strength, fly boy.

Law's the strength, Underwood.

There ain't but one law, and it says so six times.

You know how that works.

That's how, sodbusters.

Now step aside, and let Brown take his own medicine.

Seems like you done trouble to Mr. Underwood.

That bother you, does it?

You bother me, sodbuster.

Then maybe you'd better get out before it gets worse.

You know, it done got so bad, I can't cure it, [inaudible].

Gonna have to put you away 'fore it's gonna get better.

You'd best get to it, then.

You know, I'm, uh, getting a feeling I seen

you before someplace, ain't I?

It's possible.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

What's wrong?

It ain't likely you would understand, Underwood.

You want to push it?

Well, I already been paid.

[gunshot]

Now we done exchanged messages.

There'll be another time, for certainly.

I've heard 'em all.

Get.

Let's get him out of here.

Don't know if you're gonna live.

Don't know if you're gonna die.

Either way to it, it ain't gonna be here.

I thought they buried you in Ellsworth.

So long, Shaw.

Well, you'd best know what you're into now.

Gunslinging's a beginning, not an end.

Underwood don't want that water any less

cause his man went down.

So any of you don't want to make a stand,

best get out while you can.

Then keep a hard eye on your families,

and don't show your backs to strangers.

He just came to the ranch, Doc, lashed to his horse.

Bleeding almost like a wounded stray after a wolf run.

Afraid to move him, I was.

That's why I sent in for ya.

You did fine.

How long ago did this happen to ya?

Days.

Nights.

Run together.

Don't know.

Matt, I can't do a thing for him.

He's shot through the long.

He's lost a lot of blood.

He-- he's just not gonna make it, Matt.

I, uh-- I don't see why in thunder anybody would--

Well, it doesn't make much difference, Doc.

You know who he is?

No.

Dick Shaw.

Gunfighter?

One of the best.

Who did this to you?

Can't say.

Killed me, though.

He was raving about the fight he had been in.

And a name-- Hobson, or Jobson, or some such.

Jobson?

John Jobson?

But they had him a big, fancy burial up to Ellsworth,

for Jobson, marshal.

Yeah, or who they thought was Jobson.

That's happened before, too.

Doc, tell Festus he's got the town for a while.

Let's get him buried.

All right, Doc.

Still, and all, we was careful to notice if a hooty owl

stopped hooting, or a band of wolves

down canyon stopped howling, and such night noises.

Cause that mean a war party of Injuns would be on the prowl,

and we'd be wearing our hair some shorter in the morning.

Pete?

You've done about everything, haven't you?

Not everything, Johnny.

Not by a far shot.

Some trapping, some guiding.

A little high riding.

What's high riding, Pete?

Oh, that's-- it's riding for certain folks.

Making sure, say, the varmints don't trash up their lands.

Meat huntin'.

One way or another.

You're likin' that kinda doing, how come you're

sitting in a place like this?

Place like this?

Why, this is a fine place, Johnny.

And your mother-- see, that pearly land of Heaven

don't know a finer cook.

She's pretty, too.

You noticed, ain't ya?

The onliest thing I ever noticed was you,

and you're uglier than a bog with the sun over it.

You three come on in, and get ready for the drive to town.

And now.

It's that cook, ain't it?

Yep.

Well, we'd best move quick.

You just never want to rile a cook.

You aim to get drunk in town again?

I aim to drink down a lakeful, and see what happens.

Gonna go all stony now.

Hill!

Get that [inaudible] ready.

Right.

Don't want you drunk, friend.

Now, when I've been drunk, Pa, save a time

or two-- what's the matter?

You think I'm going to embarrass you in front

of the town of Underwood?

Let's make it twenty two hundred

and 18 a head, Mr. Underwood.

Thank you.

[SINGING] Oh, that strawberry roan.

He goes up in the east and comes down in the west.

Just to stay in the saddle, I'm doing my best.

Oh, that strawberry roan.

You know the song, ma'am.

I know the speed, too.

Well, the Navins will be waiting for us,

and knowing them, they'll just bake in the sun

till we get to their place.

Now, how hard you want 'em roasted?

Well, all right.

Yah!

[SINGING] Oh, that strawberry--

Going courting again, huh?

You shut up your face, Prent.

He heard you ever saw 'em off in her,

you'll be looking for a new set of pine biters, boy.

Fire went down the hole, he'd likely kick a rock over me,

and let go at that.

[singing]

Let's go, boys.

And what will you do if I don't buy?

Nearest rail head to mine's way down to Kesting.

It'd get there.

I usually quote the price when I buy cattle, Mr. Underwood.

Not on my cattle, you don't.

I hear things are hard for you on water.

Things'll get better.

The homesteader woman's got a claim on your lake water.

I checked on that claim, Mr. Underwood.

It's valid.

Things will get better.

I think I see.

Well, Hill there's the best foreman in the territory,

and you always have top beef.

So I guess it's no gamble.

Fair enough?

Let's have a drink.

Now, what you doing out of your garden?

Ain't no crows around here need scaring.

How's the plantin' coming, Dick?

All in and growing.

How about them beats and beans?

They sprouting yet?

They're gettin' up real good.

As Bob says, thanks to Clarabelle's water.

Why don't you order the supplies?

Boys, I'll just get a quick one, and join you at the store.

Say, Miss Clara, heard about that man of yours.

How he took care of Mr. Underwood's gunfighter?

That was quite a thing he did, too, I must say.

What?

He shot him.

Stone, cold dead.

Right here.

Mr. Underwood, you're a tough man to deal with.

You ain't the first man to find that out.

Get on out of here, boys.

Me and Mr. Brown got us some talkin' to get done.

My father ain't--

Get on out.

Take the rest of 'em with you.

I want to talk to you, Brown.

What do you want, Underwood?

I took this land when the rest of ya

is walking around in napkins.

It's mine, and the water on it.

Now, you get the word to them plow hazers

to let that water run free.

The water running free, Brown.

You hear?

I hear.

I hear the times are changin'.

You ain't gonna throw in for fool with them

bunch of sodbusters, are ya?

You tell me why not.

Reasons thick as summer thistles.

Highest one being a man with your hands

got better things to do than stuffing

hogs with home growed turnips.

You making an offer?

[inaudible].

I'll make it worth your while.

Bring your woman and kids.

Brown.

I'm asking you for the last time.

You gonna see that water runs free for cattle instead

of carrots and them other cute little things,

or you aim to get planted along with 'em?

Got so much dirt ground into him,

couldn't tell him from Adobe brick.

Weren't for the yeller underneath.

Come on in, boys.

Wet the whistle, whereas you dries out the worst.

Clot hoppers up for whiskey, are ya?

Might be they could use it for Dutch courage.

Not like you do, sonny.

Three of good whiskey, please.

By the lord on high, brother boy.

You never did see him a hay shanker, were the smell of him.

Just the smell of him.

Wasn't enough to make the rats stampede, and the paint peel.

Now, ain't that true, brother boy?

True as rain and running water.

And when it comes to fightin', real fightin,

I mean, instead of just a bullet,

why, a hay shaker is a just natural

made yeller of snag teeth.

And hollow gutted.

And lady spanked.

Now, ain't that true, hay shaker?

Take your hand off, sonny.

Well, I'm gonna do that, hay shaker,

but I'm going to put it back just a little bit higher.

Let's get outta here.

We'll get the women and kids in the wagon.

Are you sure things will get better, Mr. Underwood?

Pete!

Yo.

Mr. Murphy said today you were in a gun fight.

Underwood?

Him and his men come the day you went visiting.

We had a meeting.

They want you off this land.

They want the water.

And they're ready to kill for it.

Kill for it?

I know he's tried to buy me out, but--

That was gold.

This is lead.

But don't you worry on it.

Everything is going to be just fine.

But killin'?

On the front side, it's settled a lot of arguments.

It's not just the water.

You could give him all the water and half again, they'd

still come pointin' lead.

They hate you, ma'am.

All of ya.

It ain't a problem to figure.

It's you kill them, or they kill you.

But it's my land.

I-- I own it.

Paid in proper.

But long as you're in cattle country,

a plow will buy you nothin' but lead.

Lest ya dig tight and make your stand.

But you're the only one who knows anything about guns.

It'd be you alone.

I ain't worryin'.

Well-- well, I am.

If something happened to you, I--

I guess I'd break in more pieces then

you could pull in with a rake.

I'll rememeber.

Get up.

There's five foreman families in this valley, Underwood.

Get used to 'em.

The hell I will.

[gunfire]

Hold your fire!

It's a US Marshal!

Cat for lives, that Brown.

Let's get.

You got a place around here?

Right side of that bridge yonder.

Think you can make it?

This your man, ma'am?

My man? Why?

What happened?

He pointed out your place.

Yes.

His place. -Well, he's been shot.

He needs help.

The house.

What happened, Ma?

What's wrong with Pete, ma?

Ma?

Guns.

Seems like sometimes a shadow isn't safe from shootin'.

Maria, there's-- there's clean sheets in the bin,

and water in the stove kettle.

Fetch 'em. John.

Easy.

Get me that pine salve from the barn,

and that apple vinegar jug.

Third shelf, above the flour.

Yeah, I heard of you, Dillon.

Dodgy City.

Got yourselves a steel spine, don't bend for the law.

Well, sir, it be just you here.

You say Dodge City, the onliest law we've got here is cows,

and it ain't just the water, it's them.

Them?

Sod pounders, Dillon.

What they doing to the land.

How they aim to respect this land when they's always

a-jabbing at it, ripping it to sweet breast of it,

and a-fouling it so it can't never [inaudible] to his son

again.

I come into this here valley near 40 years ago.

You know, we're on the Platte river, shooting buffalo.

The steady killin' of 'em had me gall to the edge.

Even looking at a buffalo gun near puked me.

So one day I just started ridin'.

And I seen this valley here, lying out there smooth,

and green, and even-like.

I just set me down on that low east ridge over there,

where them ice bins clusterin'.

I just watched some of this.

Black, dark, and owls was a hoot huntin'.

Down river there, where she narrows-- the long howls

of them wolves coming back off of them

canyon walls sounded like lost souls a-searching

for their bodies.

Built me my camp, right here, where we are now.

Rode a short herd up from Texas that next year,

and wifed me an Arapaho woman.

Best human being God ever used his clay for.

Had two sons, that woman did.

One of them ain't worth spit in winter.

The other one tries, but he got a brain, belongs under a hen.

I may get to white him-- not the red.

Red's what'll save this land.

White's what'll ruin it.

Them sodbusters don't know this land, Dillon.

They ain't never left their blood in the grass,

holding it from Injuns, and bears, and blizzards,

and droughts, and anything else the devil can throw at ya.

Sod pounders.

Useless, hem singing, tea drinking virgins with hoes.

I hate 'em. I'm gonna drive 'em out!

They poison the land, with their stink hoes tied

to the dirt like skunk juice.

You said your peace?

No, I ain't.

You come in here, and introduce yourself to me,

feeling that badge replaces gunpowder.

Well, you just go introduce yourself to them,

and tell 'em Lamoor Underwood says to pack now,

or buy that week, jumpin' Judas, they're

sure as hell gonna have dirt in their ears six foot down.

I gotta tell you somethin', Underwood.

If you keep pushing those farmers around instead

of trying to work things out with them,

you're going to build yourself a mountain of trouble none of you

can climb.

If you haven't built it already.

Just what the hell's that supposed to mean?

That Pete Brown-- he could take you into court

for that ambush on the river.

You ain't gonna get that Brown in a court.

He's a gunslinger.

What do you mean, gunslinger?

He shot the man I hired.

Dick Shaw.

Lightning on a downhill run's a turtle

alongside that gun of Brown's.

He's a killer.

Ain't I seen enough of 'em to know?

Eyes don't never move off of ya.

Mouth straight as a knife slash.

Hands seeming lifeless as him in a casket.

Or are they just waitin'?

Cold and ready, like a core rattlesnake.

Shaw never even seen that's gun come out 'fore

the lead is in him.

Then I'll tell ya something, there's

no court that would convict Brown

for shooting a man like Shaw.

Ain't three men alive that could do Shaw in like he done,

mister.

And they're all well knowed.

Strike you a shade wonderful you ain't never even heard

of this man, name of Brown.

They seem to be real fond of him, Miss Callahan.

They adore him, marshal.

Who wouldn't?

I mean, what child wouldn't?

I-- I mean, um-- are you sure he's not badly wounded?

No, I think he should be up and around

real soon, Miss Callahan.

They're clean wounds, and he looks like a strong man.

How long have you known him?

Pete?

He just came in here one day, just passing through.

He asked politely for a drink of water.

And Don had been gone some months on business.

Don?

That's my husband.

Died of the fever near a year ago now, down in Sportfield.

Don was something like a weed in a wind.

I guess it takes both dreamers and doers to get it all made.

Wouldn't you say, marshal?

Guess you're right.

You say you've known him a year or so?

I told myself I was in love with Don, but it wasn't so.

He wasn't made for farming-- or for marrying, either, truly.

He was unhappy here with me, with his responsibilities.

He toyed with guns until he had himself believing he was,

uh, some sort of desperado.

Of course, he wasn't.

One day he left for good.

The first I knew he'd died was when Pete came.

Pete brought some money Don had won in a poker game,

along with the ring he'd always worn, saddle, and his gun.

That was all.

So you can see now, maybe, why Pete's

found a place with us here.

Why the children love him so.

Mom, he's awake.

He's really awake, Ma.

He really is.

Now, you stay in here for a while.

Mr. Dillon wants to talk to him.

You won't be long, will you, Mr. Dillon?

No, I'll be back real soon, John.

How ya feelin'?

Obliged.

The name's Matt Dillon, from Dodge City.

I've heard of ya.

Didn't know marshals through in that wide a loop.

Well, they do when they got a line on John Jobson.

Jobson?

They put him in the hole in Ellsworth.

Well, that's what I thought, till I

talked to Underwood and Shaw.

Shaw?

Dick Shaw.

Took a bullet in the center of the chest the other day.

Said John Jobson did it to him.

He died at a ranch about a day and a half from here.

Can't favor it as much of a loss.

Can you?

He'd figure it different.

You ever seen this Jobson, Dillon?

Not till now.

[knocking]

Never put a lock on nothin' but your heart.

Mama says she made some soup.

Do you think you can take some while you're talking?

Take some?

I'm liable to take it all.

All right, now.

It's coming near sun up, and you two

ain't had a wink of sleep yet.

Now get.

You-- you'll come and see us when we're sleeping,

won't you, Pete?

And tuck us in nice, and all?

Will ya, Pete?

Get.

I believe I'll walk out for a time.

It's a nice hour for a smoke.

You're gonna take him away from us, aren't you?

I have to, ma'am.

I don't have a choice.

When do you aim to take me back?

Tomorrow.

Dillon, I'm the only thing keeps Underwood

from going through these farmers like a bullet through cobwebs.

Well, I've asked the local bartender to send

a showboat for some deputies.

Now, they should be here by dawn.

Then what?

I'll be in jail, you'll be in Dodge.

She can't be left alone, is what I'm telling you.

She's got no man.

She told me, and I'm sorry about it.

But that's the way it's gotta be.

Without me, Underwood and those with him

will come here just crankin' out lead.

And it won't do no good to run.

They got to be faced.

Now.

That'll be my responsibility, Jobson.

Being responsible-- you're a big believer in that,

ain't ya, Dillon?

Nothin' works without it.

Mr. Dillon.

I'm not gonna let him take you, Pete.

I want you to ride out of here, now.

He'll be all right after a while.

Pete!

I ain't got much to say, but listen to me now.

When you tote it all up, I don't know nothin'-- nothin' at all

alongside real folks.

A gun, how to point it-- when to shoot it-- and the name

ain't Brown.

It's Jobson.

It's me he was after.

But no matter what I done, though, I've always lived

my life straight and true.

Come till a year ago, that is.

A year ago, down in Sportfield, a gambler

come in and says there's a slinger up to the longhorn.

Cheated him and took his woman.

He'd give me $500 to run him out.

I went and braced him, and I seen right off he was a ringer.

Drunk, to boot.

I turned to leave, and he goes for his gun.

I heard it.

Felt it.

And I had him before his cleared the leather.

Then I found out two hard things.

The man had a family-- two kids.

And his wife was you.

You and Don?

Yes.

And the money you brought us?

I never figured there'd be you.

I gotta go now, and there ain't a thing to say,

but that I'm sorrier than I ever knew I could be.

Marshal.

Marshl Dillon.

Which way did he go?

He didn't say, but he took the town road.

Well, 6:00.

Pay three on his cards.

It's Brown.

Pa, I seen him.

He's coming in, back of the store.

Well, well.

Pick you a winner, boys, and don't

pull till I give the start.

Now we's going to do some plowing.

Underwood!

Wanna talk to ya, Underwood!

Let's talk!

Underwood!

I want to talk to ya!

Talk?

Come to that, huh, Shamrock?

[gunfire]

Underwood!

I said I want to talk!

No!

[gunfire]

Just hold your fire, boys.

That turkey will stick his head out in a minute.

Brown!

Two fellers in here won't play into this!

They's coming out!

Don't shoot!

We're coming out!

[gunfire]

Brown!

[gunshot]

You all right?

Stupid.

Worse than stupid, I guess.

But he's the last of something.

[non-english speech]

Meaning?

Don't lie, and don't quit.

You'll be back, won't ya?

You gotta, Pete.

You'll never find a good hound won't

come back to a warm house.

Just, uh, a little business to take care of.

Well, ma'am, I appreciate your hospitality.

If you ever get down Dodge way, it'd be my pleasure

to return it in kind.

My-- our pleasure, marshal.

Thank you.

I'd like to come back.

How long you reckon I'll get, Dillon?

Well, it's hard to say.

It's an old warrant.

Judge Burke is a pretty fair man, you know,

and with a little luck, you might be

back here by spring cleaning.

That's a nice time of year.

Goodbye, Pete!

We'll be waitin' for ya!

I'll take care of the farm until you get back!

Bye, Pete!

Bye!

Goodbye, Pete!

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next Gunsmoke.

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