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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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