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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.

Are you positive
that you never worked

the Golden Rail in Adeline?

Look, mister, we
have never met.

And if we have, I've
forgotten about it.

With obvious good reason.

The time wasted, and
the gal pretending it

just isn't the polite thing
to get acquainted right off.

You walk around,
and you smell fancy.

But you act real put out when
a fella gets to sniffin'.

What stage are you
takin' out of here?

So you naturally can
take a different one, huh?

That's the general idea.

I guess it's just
female nature to stir

up the dust around a fella.

And work up his thirst.

Who all is waitin' here
for that Dodge stage?

What excuse they got
this time, treatin'

passengers like cattle?

Well, now, it reigns me
to mess the roads, mister.

All the lines are
running behind.

How long before the Dodge
stage will be through here?

My guess, ma'am, anywhere
from two to five hours.

Not even a meal prepared here.

Station master leaves a note.

He's got tooth problems.

Hey, what the-- what
time is that connecting

stage to the south?

Could be late afternoon, too.

You folks help herself to
whatever grub's in there.

Be at home.

Hyah!

Fine way to run a line.

Leaving passengers to
fend for themselves.

Maybe we oughta write up
a complaint, or somethin',

don't ya think?

I think you oughta shut up.

Since we gotta
stay here, I thought

I'd put together some coffee.

That fella out there--
did he give you his name?

No.

Why?

It's Jay Wrecken.

That's who it is.

Jay Wrecken.

There's bounties on him.

Flyers.

More than $5,000 bounties.

He's a killer.

Are you sure?

Worked in the Winfield
post office last summer.

I seen pictures of him.

Funny scar on his arm.

That's Jay Wrecken, all right.

Well, what can we do?

You got a gun?

He's mean.

Near as bad as his brother.

In Austin, they beat up a
woman so bad she near died.

That's a good idea, coffee.

Good idea.

Heat up a fire a
little, maybe we

can fry up a little something.

You hungry, stranger?

Fancy way of puttin' it.

Miss?

I'll do my waitin'
in the back room.

[gunfire]

We got him.

We got Jay Wrecken.

We're rich!

The whole bounty's ours.

We're rich!

I'm going to Seville
to get the sheriff.

Well, that's Jay
Wrecken, all right.

I'll need your names,
and where you come from.

Uh, how much
bounty's there on him?

Well, for certain there's
$2,000 from this territory.

Could come to six or
seven thousand by the time

you include the bounty
money from other places.

Your name, ma'am?

Kitty Russell.

Same as runs the
Dodge City Long Branch?

The same.

I'm Bill Brown.

No-- no special place.

Just kind of drift, I guess.

Where do you want the
money sent, Mr. Brown?

Well, I-- I got a cousin,
works at the Four Corner saloon.

I was visiting him.

It's about-- near Dodge,
about 10 miles east.

You can send it there.

Wait a minute.

Why are you writing
down our names?

Mister, I can't very well send
you the bounty money if I don't

know your name, now, can I?

Now, we don't want
nobody to know it was us

killed Jay Wrecken.

We got our rights,
this woman here and me.

Nobody knowing it was us.

Well, it won't be
the first bounty money

I send on to be paid in secret.

Land of law bank drafts through
the Dodge marshal's office.

You're not sending
me any of that money.

Well, it's due ya, ma'am.

Mr. Brown said
you both shot him.

I don't want any of it.

Wait a minute.

You ain't going out of
here blabbing it was me

killed Jay Wrecken.

You're in on this, too.

Might even have been your
bullet what killed him.

But half still goes to me.

Look, I have no intentions
of talking about this.

The whole thing is
a nightmare to me.

I just want to be on my
way as soon as possible.

Well, Jay Wrecken may
have been a killer,

but I sure wish
it would have been

handled a little differently.

I understand your
feelings, ma'am.

Only one thing could
give me more pleasure

than burying Jay Wrecken.

That's doing the same
for his brother Cord.

Good evening, Mr. Warren.

I hope I'm not disturbing ya.

Oh.

No, I'm just fixing the
edges on this box here.

Well, please continue.

I just had a few
questions I thought

you might be able to answer.

I'm Jules Hawkins of
the Tulsa dispatch.

Another one of them
newspaper fellas, huh?

Sure had a mess of 'em under the
foot round here the last couple

of days, I'll tell ya.

I imagine so.

I understand you
buried Jay Wrecken.

Jay Wrecken.

Stinking garbage.

You know what I did?

I put a couple extra
holes in the box,

so the worms will
get at him sooner.

So far, there seems
to be more rumor

than fact around this town
about what actually happened.

The most credible
version to me seems

to be that Jay was ambushed
at the stage junction

by two people on their
way to Dodge City.

Is that right?

Well, I don't know about that.

You talk to the
sheriff about that.

I've already spoken to him.

He's a rather uncooperative man.

What?

Well, he's been a little tight
mouthed about the bounty money,

where it's going.

That's a fact.

He did admit to several
newsmen the Dodge City marshal

would be the dispersing office.

Well, there's sure
a pretty penny going

to somebody's pocket up there.

There's also conflicting
rumors about the number of times

that Jay was shot.

Some say twice, some
say half a dozen.

Twice.
Twice.

I know.

I did the autopsy myself.

He got him a regular
slug, right in his back,

and he got a Derringer
smack in his chest.

A Derringer?

Yes, sir.

Oh, a Derringer?

That-- that could be a
gambler, or even a woman.

He goes peaceful like.

Not even feeling
any of that pain,

as he'd been handing
out all his life.

I'll tell ya something.

If I had my way, he wouldn't
have died so gall darn fast.

What judgment would you propose
for a person who obviously is

of no further value to anyone?

I don't know.

But it'd be something
nice and slow-like.

Somethign to give a man a chance
to think on some of them deeds,

and some of them
sins he committed.

May I see that?

Yeah.

It's sharp.

Be careful.

Yes.

Not even possible to stumble
and fall, suffer a fatal wound.

In the throat, perhaps,
unable to cry out.

Strangling on one's own blood.

A man's gotta be stupid to
let a thing like that happen.

Indeed, he would.

Tomorrow I doubt anyone
in your fair town

will even be surprised.

Huh?

Sharp.

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Mr. Barker!

Mr. Barker!

Mr. Barker, have you
seen the sheriff?

It's Mr. Warren.
He's dead.

Dead?

Yeah, there-- there's
blood everywhere.

Let's see if the sheriff's
horse is still here.

Everywhere.

Somebody said he'd be
riding out of town, though.

It's just awful.
It's awful.

Oh, there's his horse.

He's kicking up a storm.

Wait a minute.

There's somebody back there.

Who's that?

Used to be the sheriff, boy.

Marshal, it's four days now.

Got told it'd take
only maybe two.

I don't like sleeping
in here like this.

That came for you
in today's mail.

Now Brown, I want you to
take my advice and stay home.

I'll send the rest of it
to you at Four Corners.

Paid to bearer.

$600?

That's only from the
Cattleman's Association.

The rest of it's
still coming in.

The woman getting her share?

You're getting all of it.

One way good for me.

Other way, she can always
go around telling stories

about me.

But she ain't taking no money.

Brown, get out of here.

[bell ringing]

Sorry, sir.

Welcome to Dodge City.

I'd like a room
overlooking the street.

Of course.

We can, uh-- we can give you a
nice room on the second floor.

Your first visit to
Dodge City, mister, uh--

Hawkins.

Connected with the
Tulsa dispatch.

Yes, it's my first visit.

Well, we're always glad to have
gentlemen of the press with us.

I'm sure you'll find Dodge
City an interesting place.

If I don't find
it interesting, I

shall do my best to make it so.

Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.

Doc?

Mornin', Doc.

Hi.

How's the doctorin'
business these days?

Well, I get a good night's
sleep once in a while.

Well, funny thing,
doc-- this doctor,

listen, this here feller that
I know-- he keeps shying away

from seeing doctors,
and he's just

a-suffering to beat the ban,
but he won't go see no doctor.

Who is this fella?

Oh, you wouldn't know him, doc.

He's just a feller that I know.

Just always kind of
keeps off to himself.

But he's got this here thing,
right there, that just goes

clean up the top of his head.

Just thumps away like
a blacksmith's hammer.

And I keep saying to him,
well, you oughta go into town

and see old Doc.

But he said, aw, fiddle,
there ain't nobody can do

nothin' to fix a feller's head.

He said, I ain't going in yonder
and paying no big high prices

to some bla-- to some
old doctor to tell

me that there ain't nothing he
can do to fix a feller's head.

Pain there in the back
of his neck, he says, huh?

Throbbing, kinda?

That's it, Doc.

That's just where he says it is.

Yeah, well, sounds
like molusoffitus.

Is that bad?

Well, it'd be an awful
lot cheaper and better

if he'd pay a
simple office call,

just to find out
what's wrong, so he

don't have to worry about
what's going to happen to him.

Is that the onliest
thing he can do?

I mean, outside the seeing you?

Well, the symptoms
seem to indicate

that the problem lies in
the microsaetic cavity

of the right front lobal.

Which means that he's
suffering from an inbred fear

that his mule is getting
smarter than he is!

Why, you blamed ol' scutter.

I--

And I'll tell you
something else!

I have noticed that you have
always imagined everything

in the world is wrong
with you, when nothing

is ever wrong with you at all.

Physically.

You are a hypochondriac!

Well, you ain't nothing but a
blamed ol' quack, quack, quakc!

What was that all about?

-I just ruined Festus' day.
-Oh.

That's too bad.

No, no, that's good.

That's why I get up
early in the morning.

Coffee?

No, I just had
breakfast, thanks.

Doc, did you read this article
in the paper about Sheriff

Crane down in Seville?

Yeah, killed by his horse.

I read it.

And the undertaker.

I mean, the sheriff, and
then the undertaker that was

handling Jay Wrecken's body.

Both of them dying.

I don't know.

Kitty, why don't you just
forget all about that?

Think it might
be a coincidence?

I don't know about that.

I just know that you sure
haven't been your old self

since you got back.

Well, I'm upset.

I don't like being
involved in this mess.

Well, it's not your fault.
There's absolutely nothing

you can do about it.

Anyway, Matt told me
last night that he's

going over there
some time today,

and I'm sure he'll look into it.

Did he say when he was leaving?

Early.

Help yourself to coffee, Doc.
I'll be right back.

Will you be gone long, Matt?

I don't know what I'll
find out in Seville, Kitty,

but Doc's right-- you gotta
stop worrying about it.

All this speculation in the
newspaper about Cord Wrecken--

is he everything that the
papers are saying he is?

Nobody's even seen him
in over a year, Kitty.

Could be dead, for all we know.

Well, I guess the thing
that's making me so nervous

is that Brown sneaking in
and out of your office,

looking at shadows.

Well, having him around's
enough to make anybody nervous.

Now look, I'll be
back on Tuesday.

Try not to worry.

Miss Russell.

Jules Hawkins, Tulsa Dispatch.

What can I do for
you, Mr. Hawkins?

Now, you own the
Long Branch saloon?

That's right.

Well, it's been my experience
with writing a piece

about a particular locale-- in
this case, Cattle Town, Dodge,

Abeline, Ellsworth, and so on--
that more accurate and colorful

information passes over a bar,
such as in the Long Branch,

than one can ever find in
libraries and newspaper files.

Well, that depends on
the lateness of the hour,

and how sober the customers are.

Nevertheless, if you
don't mind, I'd like

to do a little eavesdroppin'.

The Long Branch is a
public place, Mr. Hawkins.

Excuse me.

Of course, Miss Russell.

Don't tell me they
weren't burned out.

The house, the barn, the
crops, the whole shebang.

Up in smoke.

Still don't mean
Missouri riders.

Could've been Injuns.

Well, I think it
was more than--

Good evening, Miss Russell.

Well, heard anything
exciting, Mr. Hawkins?

An eight year old fire.

Reminds me of panning for dust.

Much you allow to wash away.

Would you join me
in a glass of wine?

Sam needs me to help him.

But thank you, anyhow.

The thing that really
interests me is Jay Wrecken

being shot down front to back.

Terrible way for a man
to die, to my thinkin'.

Don't agree.

You got a mad dog in the
street, you want him dead.

Jay Wrecken wasn't no mad dog.

Who says he wasn't?

I do.

He was a man like you and me,
deserving of a fair trial.

Put out a wanted poster
on a man, dead or alive,

they're saying he's fair game.

Well, right or
wrong, you notice how

the papers stopped talking about
the killers being from Dodge?

They're trying to
play that down now.

You know, I don't take
none with bounty hunters.

They sure give a feller
an itch, don't they?

One pull of the trigger,
and he gets set up for life.

Yeah, except they don't
sleep too well after killing

Cord Wrecken's baby brother.

Funny about Cord Wrecken--
never any pictures on him.

Most people seen his face
gets killed real quick.

Aw, them that's
killed Jay Wrecken

shouldn't be too hard to find.

Let's see, now-- the
murder was on Friday.

Hey.

I'll bet you didn't have two
stagecoaches up from the south

in the next 24 hours.

Am I right, Mr. Burke?

Well, it was a good night
for ducks, all right.

Where you meetin' all
those stages, Mr. Burke?

Bet you could take
a fair guess who got

their licks in on Jay Wrecken.

Well, let's just say I've
got a few thoughts of my own.

Burke, don't you think
you talk too much?

Well, I was just saying
the same, Miss Kitty.

I-- I guess there are a few
things that's best left unsaid.

Just keep your nose
pointed into that ledger.

There ain't nothing in the
safe worth taking, mister.

We're going to talk about
stage arrivals from the south,

starting last Friday.

Friday?

I don't want to hear about
any old ladies or fat farmers

coming home to dodge.

Start with town gamblers
and fancy women.

Someone who might
carry a Derringer.

Mister, I don't know what
you're talking-- Friday?

Mr. Burke, you would try
the patience of a saint,

and I'm about as far
removed from that category

as one could imagine.

Well, I'm just trying
to think about Friday.

Dip your pen and
start writing names.

Where they live.

I can't.

Why not?

Well, I went home early Friday.

The next day, the--
whole weekend I had off,

and-- and the office closing.

I'm allowed to do
that when there's

no strongboxes coming through.

Well, Mr. Burke,
less than an hour ago

you spoke of having
some thoughts

on the Wrecken killers.

Leaving things unsaid
was the way you put it.

It's just talk.

Sometimes I-- I talk too much.

You're commonly
known as a windbag.

Look, there's nothing
I can do to help you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, Mr. Burke.

Not in the same degree
as you are, of course.

[gunshot]

Sounded like it come
from the freight office.

Burke.

Burke?

Morning, Newly.

Morning, Mr. Denton.

How's Burke?

Well, Doc says he's got a
50/50 chance to pull out of it.

Burke regain consciousness yet?

Yes he has, but he's--
he's still too weak to talk.

I heard the freight
manager say nothing

was touched in the office.

And I've got something here
that's rather a puzzle.

Found it slipped under my door.

To be included in the
bounties on Jay Wrecken.

Anonymous donor.

A bank draft made out to
Marshal Dillon for $1,000.

Looks like somebody
around Dodge is

a little grateful
that Jay Wrecken

was finally put out of the way.

I'll turn it over
to Marshal Dillon

when he gets back into town.

Came just in time
for today's edition.

Something else I'll add
to Jay Wrecken's story.

Morning.

Oh, Festus?

Hey, uh, how's Burke getting on?

Oh, Doc says he's starting
to sip a little bit of water,

and that thirst must be a
pretty good sign, I guess.

Well, I'm so glad.

Festus, uh-- have you
heard of anyone seriously

ill or dying in these parts?

You mean you ain't
got enough business?

No, no.

Nothing like that.

You see, I had this strange
request this morning.

It came in this envelope that
somebody slipped under my door.

Now, it requests that two
graves be dug on Boot Hill,

and $50 was enclosed
to defray expenses.

Who's it from?

Well, as you can see, whoever
it was didn't sign the note.

Now, I ordered the
two graves prepared,

but, well, I-- I'm puzzled as
to who they're intended for.

I don't believe I can
help ya none there, Percy.

Well, it has occurred
to me that some remains

may be coming in on the train.

Perhaps two of our
former citizens

have requested burial
back in their hometown.

Yeah.

That there could be, Percy.

You figure somebody goes to
work and pays for a grave,

there must be a body around
someplace or other, don't it?

Yeah.

Now, thanks, Festus.

You betcha, Percy.

Oh, uh, my, uh--
my best to Burke.

You betcha.

I'll tell him.

Well, uh, when will he be back?

We expect the marshal
back in the morning.

Is there anything I
can help you with?

Well-- no, no.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Good evening, sir.

I wonder if you might
direct me to Boot Hill?

Boot Hill?

The cemetery.

It's across the
road and up the rise.

You can reach it across
that field yonder.

Lead the way quietly.

Where?

Boot Hill.

You can assist me with
some grieving I have to do.

Well, you just
gotta believe me.

That's all there was to it.

I swear it.

I just reported
them horses stolen.

See, I-- I make a dollar now
and then trading a horse.

Why sneak down the Dodge
street to report a horse stolen?

Well, I-- I reckon I
was a little nervous.

I mean, seeing as how there
was a thief around, and all.

I--

Mr. Brown, you have a
pretty good imagination--

but doesn't it occur to you
that your back shooting partner

and I have already
had a little talk?

She's lying.

She's just trying
to save her skin.

What's she lying
about, Mr. Brown?

It was her idea.

She said she was sorry to
make eyes at your brother.

For me to be ready
when she shot him.

But I was scared, and I said
I didn't want to do that.

And the next thing you
know, she's shooting Jay.

And I figure, if Jay wasn't
dead, he'd be killing me.

It's all her fault. I didn't
want any of that bounty money.

I--

Now, now, Mr. Brown, you
have nothing to fear from me.

I ain't?

No.

I simply wanted
to know the truth

behind my brother's death.

Now, this woman-- was
she a stranger to you,

or do you know her name?

Sure.

But if you say I told
you, I'd be in big trouble

with that marshal.

You gotta promise.

What's the marshal
got to do with this?

She's his woman.

Kitty Russell.

[gunshot]

Miss Kitty?

Uh-huh?

I'll be going over to
Garden City tomorrow with Tom

to a barn dance, and I
don't have anything to wear,

so I was wondering--

You wondering if you could
borrow something from me.

Of course you can.

Well, that's real nice
of you, Miss Kitty.

Just go on upstairs
and pick out something,

and I'll be up in a minute.
-Thank you.

Evening, Sam.

Oh, good evening, marshal.

Is Kitty around?

She just went upstairs.

I'll get her.

[muffled shouting]

SAM: Miss Kitty?

The marshal's here.

KITTY: Tell him I'll
be right down, Sam.

Night, Miss Kitty.

Night, Sam.

Night, marshal.

Sam, thank you.

Well, I wasn't expected
you back until tomorrow.

Can I buy you a drink?
-No.

No thanks, Kitty.

Now, Newly's just been filling
me in on what's happened.

I'm gonna put a 24
hour guard on you,

and I'm putting
one on Brown, too.

I just sent Festus down
there to Four Corners.

Cord Wrecken?

He could be in Dodge right now.

I'm almost positive
it was him that

killed that undertaker and
that sheriff in Seville

shortly after he talked to 'em.

Now, Doc tells me Burke may
be ready to talk by morning.

[screaming]

[screaming]

Lola?

Come on, honey.

Come on.

Lola, what happened?

There was a man here in the
room, and he had a knife.

Did you get a look at him?

No.

Just the knife.

A big bowie knife.

And he said to tell you--

Tell me what?

That you were lucky
this time, but that he

wouldn't miss again.

Come on.

It's all over now.

Let's go downstairs
and have a drink.

No, I never saw him.

What about his voice, Burke?

Have you heard it before?

No, sir.

Do you think you'd recognize
it if you heard it again?

Yeah.

I-- I think so.

And you say all
he wanted to know

was the time of stage arrivals
and the passenger list?

Yeah, it was from the
Friday before, when

we had so many stages delayed.

I-- I told them I
couldn't give him any,

and that's-- that's when
I heard the gun cock.

FESTUS: Matthew?

I think that's all.

Matthew, I stayed out yonder
at Four Corners all night,

and Brown, he didn't show up.

And seeing as there's been so
many funny things that happened

around here, I figured
I'd ride ol' Ruth

by and see for my own self.

Ride by where?

Boot Hill.

You know them two graves
that Percy Crump had dug,

and didn't have no
bodies to put in 'em?

Well, one of 'em
ain't empty no more.

Right over here, Matthew.

I want Dodge bottled up.

All roads blocked,
no stages leaving.

Let's go.

You gentlemen wait here,
and Marshal Dillon will

be right out to deputize ya.

Good evening, Sam.

Oh, good evening.

Quite a bit of excitement.

Yes, sir.

A little too much.

I wonder if I might
purchase a bottle of wine

before you close?

Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Hawkins.

Strict orders from the marshal.

No business whatever
can be conducted here.

I see.
Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Excuse me, sir?

The curfew's started.

You'll have to
leave the streets.

Does that apply to
newspaper men as well?

Yes, it does.

There will only be deputies
on the street tonight.

Perhaps you could deputize
me and make my presence

on the street legal?

I'm sorry, but people
known only to Marshal Dillon

and myself will be deputized.

I see.

Well, uh-- I understand.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

Here he is, men.

Carter, pass
these out, will ya?

Now, boys, I don't want anybody
picking up a stranger alone,

so always have another
deputy with ya.

Remember, there's armed
men on every corner,

so if you run into somebody,
get one of those men to help ya.

It sure would help, marshal,
if we knew what he looked like.

Well, if you see any men you've
got the slightest doubt about,

bring them into the
jail for questioning.

All right, men.

Here we go.

All right.

Go on down the street this way.

[knocking]

Yes?

[knocking]

Just one moment, please.

You Mr. Hawkins,
with some newspaper?

Yes.

Gentlemen, I've
been expecting you.

You got some
identification, Mr. Hawkins?

Yes.

Here's my card.

And, uh, here's a draft
on the Dodge City bank,

should I run low on funds.

Something in there?

Newspaper?

Your picture in
it, or something?

No, I'm afraid not.

The things you write--
a letter from your paper?

You gentlemen will have t obe
satisfied with what you have.

You mean to tell
me a newspaperman

don't carry something
in his bag to show

he's traveling around writin'?

Jim, open it.

Now, wait a minute.

I protest.

This is all very high handed.

Now, we don't mind
being impolite tonight.

Now open it.

Sam, you're so tired.

Why don't you go lie down?

No.

No, I'm all right, Miss Kitty.

Look, I promise, I won't make
a move without waking you.

Well, Festus will be here in
a little while to spell me.

You're the one that
oughta get some sleep.

Not on a night like tonight.

[shouting]

What's going on?

We got him, Miss Russell.

We got Cord Wrecken.

Are you sure, Carter?

We found him with a
picture of his brother Jay.

Even with a letter
from Jay, saying he

was going to meet him
in Indian territory.

We're getting the marshal now.

I've never been so relieved
over anything in my life.

Sam, do me a favor-- go
find Matt, and tell him

when he's finished that
there's a tall one waiting

for him here.

On the house.

How did you get in here?

Your backdoor, lady.

I seldom find a lock
to be an obstacle.

I thought we might
have a leisurely chat

over a glass of wine.

Ah, Dubois.

Excellent.

Excellent.

Mr. Hawkins, I want to
know what you're doing here.

And I want to know what sweet
nothings from that pretty mouth

of yours enticed my
brother into the bedroom

of that way station.

They're just not mine.

I swear it!

I swear it!

Inside his own locked
suitcase, and they're not his.

What day did you get into town?

-Then Brown fired first?
-That's right.

And Jay followed
you into the bedroom

without you inviting him?

Does that surprise
you, Mr. Wrecken?

Join me.

Well, history seems
to be repeating

itself, Miss Russell, except
there's nobody at my back.

I'm ready to pull this trigger.

Now, you'd just better get back.

That's the first thought
that entered my mind

when I came into the office.

Where the Derringer is kept.

When I was in your bedroom
I noticed a lack of weapons.

Deadly weapons, that is.

You pull the trigger, anyway.

Satisfy that female curiosity.

Now, Miss Russell,
you're going to tell me

the total and absolute truth.

I am telling the truth.

You're not listening.

By what reasoning
can you imagine

that my brother would kill you
for simply slapping his face?

To hear a shot in the main
room, and the door open,

and your brother
raising his gun.

You would have done
the same thing.

It all happened too
quickly for you to think.

Yes.

But not so quickly you couldn't
find the Derringer in your bag?

I'm beginning to
understand your problem.

You're trying to convince
yourself that you

kill with justification.

Does that make your life
bearable, Mr. Wrecken?

Life is not bearable, Miss
Russell, nor will it ever be.

Miss Russell, my problem
is that I loved my brother.

When we were
youngsters, jay and I

dreamed of conquering
the world together.

Now, is it so difficult
for you to understand

that I feel I owe him justice?

He was killed for dollars,
not in the name of justice.

The latter I could understand.

Justice?

You're even sicker
than your brother.

You killed my brother
for bounty money, lady.

You know what that makes you?

How many times do I
have to keep saying it?

Yes, I locked my suitcase.

I told you that before.

I always lock it before
leaving the room.

20 years a drummer, and
you lock the suitcase.

All right, so a hotel
thief could have

come in and taken it-- but
why make it easy for something

he wants to pocket?

Is this the voice, Burke?

No, sir.

That's not his voice.

Carter, was there
anything unusual

about this man that made you
want to open the suitcase?

Mr. Hawkins in
the room next door.

He's a newspaperman, marshal.

He told us he suspected
his neighbor-- meaning him.

What about this Hawkins?

Was he able to identify himself?

Well, he seemed to
be who he said he was.

Marshal?

What is it, Sam?

Miss Kitty said when you
get through with Cord Wrecken

there, she wants you to
come to the Long Branch.

All right.

Festus is with her, isn't he?

No.

When we heard you got him,
we didn't feel we should--

I can't believe you'd turn
down that bounty money.

You work day and night in
a saloon to separate men

from their money, and you saw
a year's profit in the instant

it took a bullet to snuff
out my brother's life.

Believe what you
want to believe.

Every word you've been
telling me is a lie.

But then, I never
met a woman who could

open her mouth with any truth.

Mister, the way
I feel right now,

I wish I'd accepted
the bounty money,

and bought drinks for
anybody who wanted to put

a Wrecken where they belong.

I'll blow you apart, mister.

Miss Russell, do you really
think a man as cautious

as I would unload a
Derringer, and leave

a loaded shotgun where you
could get your hands on it?

There's only one
way to find out.

You don't have time to look
down to see if it's loaded,

do you?
It won't do you any good.

But go ahead.

Pull the trigger!

Wrecken!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

All right.

Take him out, boys.

Yes, sir.

Kitty.

You all right?

I thought you had
him in custody.

So did we.

There aren't anymore
brothers, are there?

That's the last of 'em Kitty.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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