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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.

Uh, ah.

Morning.

Hey, hey, hey, Mister, you can't sleep here.

Come on, get up.

[coughing]

Look, I'm sorry.

You'll, you'll have to move along.

Oh, oh, sorry, I, I got into town

in the middle of the night, uh, couldn't get a room.

Sure, sure.

I'm looking for some work, uh, just a day or so.

Oh, oh, work, well, why, why don't you

try Hank down at the stable.

He can always use someone to sweep up.

Ah, stable, ah, thanks.

Ah, say, Mister, uh, what town is this?

Well, it's Dodge City.

Is that so?

Say, old-timer, why don't you, uh,

why don't you take, take this and go buy yourself a beer?

Well, thanks, but, uh, no, no, no thanks.

MATT DILLON: Hank around?

Uh, no, he isn't.

MATT DILLON: Know when he'll be back?

He didn't say.

Adam?

Adam Kimbro?

Matt, I'm just, uh, doing this to pick up a little stage fare.

I never could learn not to draw as an inside straight.

Course you never gambled that much, so I don't expect you

ever got yourself in that kind of a fix.

Where you headed?

Uh, Arkansas City, a job waiting for me there.

A job with a badge?

Oh, any other kind worth having?

United States Marshal, I knew you had the makings.

I had a good teacher, Adam.

Well.

How about, uh, how about sticking around Dodge a day

or two?

Oh, no, I can't do that.

I've got to finish up here and then get moving on.

Well, look, at least let me, let me loan you some money

for your stage ticket.

I don't like owing.

You know, I, uh, I've been riding most of the night.

I'm hungry as a bear.

How about coming over and having some breakfast with me?

I'd like to, but you know how it is

when there's a badge waiting.

I understand.

Well, uh, maybe next time.

KITTY: What is it, Matt?

Well, Kitty, you remember hearing

me speak of Adam Kimbro?

So many times I can give you chapter and verse.

You started out as his deputy before you

were old enough because you lied about your age.

You served under him for, um, two

years in Moundville, another year and a half in Coffeyville.

He recommended you for your first full-time sheriff's job,

and pound for pound, he was the best lawman you've ever known.

Yeah, you've heard me speak of him all right.

Why is he on your mind tonight?

He's in Dodge, Kitty, sweeping out the stables.

Oh, Matt, I'm sorry.

Yeah, by the looks of him, he's been down a long time, too.

He, he must be over 60 years old.

Yeah, I gotta do something for him, Kitty.

I owe that man a lot.

I gotta help.

Well, of course you do because--

Because what?

Well, maybe you can see yourself in him.

I mean, um, have you ever given any thought

to what you're going to do when you

hang that badge up for good?

I guess maybe I haven't.

Matt, you've given more than half of your life

to this town and others like it.

What have you got to show for it?

You don't even have $500 in the bank.

You know something, there's times

when a woman can be too smart for her own good,

even if she is a good cook.

Go on, get out of here.

Go find him.

You're not going to be any good to anybody until you do.

Kitty, thanks for the good dinner.

KITTY: Matt, I really am sorry about Kimbro.

Adam?

Adam?

And then that old drummer was silky smooth, talk

a cow right out of its calf.

And then there was Led-- Ledbetter boys.

They come on with a tumbleweed and singing and laughing

and getting the old town tearing things up,

proper like when they had drunk, hey, ah.

Matt, ah, ah, missed the stage.

So I figured I'd lay over till the morning

and, uh, leave tomorrow.

Well, then, you'll need a place to stay tonight.

In your jail?

Just a bed.

No, no, well, I got a room.

So I'll, uh, be going on over there.

MATT DILLON: Come on, Adam.

There we go.

Matthew?

[snoring]

[mumbling]

That old fella went and got himself good and roostered,

didn't he, Matthew?

Yeah, you know who that is, Festus?

That's Adam Kimbro.

You mean, your friend, that Marshal that cleaned up

Abilene way back?

That's the man.

FESTUS: But you know he ain't just

sleeping off a one-night bender, Matthew.

It appears more like a whole string

of them tied into one another.

Yeah, I know.

You know, a fella like that don't start backsliding

for no reason at all, Matthew.

Well, I'm sure he's got a reason.

Say, Festus, maybe I'll make that Buhler today.

Hey, would you tell Louie?

You betcha, Matthew.

Just tell him I want to take a ride or whatever.

All right.

I'll do it, Matthew.

Adam?

Adam, wake up.

Got some hot coffee for you.

[coughing]

Your coffee could kill lice.

Ah.

Think you could eat something?

Seems like we ate just yesterday.

Oh, I've got this gnawing.

Belt's cinched down to the last hole.

Come on.

There we go.

ADAM KIMBRO: Oh.

Sit down, Adam.

[grunting]

MATT DILLON: There we are.

Could use a drink, Matt.

MATT DILLON: Here, try some more of this.

[coughing]

What happened to you?

Nothing, I'm just on a tear.

Sure, I've seen a lot of saloons, a lot of dung heaps.

Few white hairs, folks think you ain't the same man.

Sure you give up a little something.

Maybe your draw don't bring rain no more the way it did.

But dammit, when are they going to see it for what it is?

What you lose in fast, you gain in savvy.

Should come down to the man but, uh, it don't.

Fight off those white hairs, Matt.

Adam, you can do something for me.

Ah, what?

I got a job for you.

No handouts, Matt.

Well, this is no handout.

I need a man.

It'll be about three days work.

Uh, well, I, I can't.

I got that job a-waitin'.

Arkansas City?

Uh, yeah.

What about your stage fare?

I guess it's, uh, gone.

Three days work, Adam.

Well, Abilene was a long time ago.

Maybe things have changed.

Maybe you're not able to do the job.

What sort of job?

Well, there's a gold town out here named Beulah.

The job is to bring the gold dust into the Dodge bank.

It can be risky.

Oh, all right.

All right, you got yourself a deputy.

Ah, all right, Adam, repeat after me.

I, Adam Kimbro.

I, Adam Kimbro.

Solemnly swear that I will faithfully

execute all lawful precepts.

Do solemnly swear that I will faithfully

execute all lawful precepts.

Directed to me by the US Marshal

for the District of Kansas under the authority

of the United States.

Directed by the US Marshal for the District

of Kansas under the authority of the United States.

Make true returns.

Make true returns, take only lawful fees, and well

and truly and without malice or partiality

perform the duties of the office of deputy

US Marshal during my continuance in office so help me God.

Feels good, Matt.

MATT DILLON: Good place to fill up with water here.

ADAM KIMBRO: Ah.

Matt, do you remember Jake Summers?

MATT DILLON: Uh, huh, be hard to forget him.

You recall that night in Roundridge

when he cut that braid of hair off of that Chinaman?

Turned out he was only getting started.

Every time he come in off the trail

use to damn near pull the whole town up by the roots.

Hell with the lid off.

That night he busted up the-- ah,

what was the name of that saloon?

Boneyard.

Yeah, that's it, the Boneyard, just about

what he turned the town into.

Yeah, well, you were pretty green in those days.

Yeah, scared, too.

Ah, I don't blame you.

I was scared myself.

I'd been at it a whole lot longer than you was.

Ah, taking Jake was just like busting

in on a wolf at meal time.

Ah, Jake and hellraisers like him,

they sure was bothersome at times.

But, uh, oh, I miss him.

Him and his sort, not too many run like him anymore.

Nope.

ADAM KIMBRO: I wonder whatever happened to him.

MATT DILLON: Yeah, he's dead. ADAM KIMBRO: Is that right?

MATT DILLON: Yeah, about 10 years back.

There was a herd stampede in the middle of the night

and he tried to turn them.

ADAM KIMBRO: Well, that's the way it ought to be.

Only way for a man like him to cash in, under the hooves.

A man should have a chance to die with his boots on.

Tell me about this Beulah.

Not much to tell.

There's one trail in, one trail out.

They just hoping to ambush.

It's happened.

Matt, why do you risk it with me?

You saw me this morning, hands shaking

like leaves in a stiff breeze.

What if there's trouble?

If there's trouble, Adam, we'll handle

it, just like we always did.

It's been awhile.

It'll come back to you.

Matt, the truth is I ain't had a job

in more than six years, what you call a real job, lawman.

Last I wore a badge was in Missouri.

Town turned me loose.

What for?

Told me I was too old to do the job.

Oh, there must be other towns, other jobs.

Ah, I tried them all, always got the same answer.

How you been making out?

Just like you saw me yesterday, sweeping out

stables, swamping up saloons, anything

to pay for that next drink.

Matt, uh, Matt, Matt, you don't have to worry about me.

I'm not worried, Adam.

Uh, headed due north.

Go by Deerfield.

Yeah, you used to be sheriff there, didn't you?

Oh, a long time ago, yeah.

It's changed.

Jailhouse was over there.

Huh.

Used to have a room in the Union Hotel.

That's gone.

Folks hurrying, used to be still as quicksand,

at least until the trail rides came through.

Well, towns have a way of changing.

Tear down the old, hammer up the new.

Huh.

Charlie Booker, town drunk, used to pick him off the street

every night, let him sleep it off.

Eh, I wonder whatever happened to him.

There was an old man, uh, Greeley,

Greeley, owned the saloon.

Ah, probably both of them dead or gone.

Nothing's the same, nothing.

Let's get some supplies here.

I'll just, uh, take a look around.

Mary?

Mary?

Mary Bentley.

Adam, Adam Kimbro.

Adam.

Well, have I changed that much?

Well, I think we both have.

I can't believe it's you.

Oh, in every bit.

It's been so long, Adam.

Well, riding in, uh, I just kept looking for a face,

and then I saw you.

And I couldn't believe you were still here.

I mean, the town we knew is--

It's changed.

But you haven't.

Oh.

MARY: I mean, you're still a lawman.

I knew you'd never quit.

I saw the church on the edge of town riding in, uh,

started me recollecting.

I never forgot you.

Kept wondering how you were, what you were doing.

I--

Same.

There wasn't, wasn't a day.

I've got to be moving, Mary.

I, I, I'm going to be coming back by this way.

I just would enjoy sitting-- -Mother.

ADAM KIMBRO: Oh, uh.

You promised-- you're late.

You promised to get me a dress.

MARY: I'm sorry, dear.

I ran into someone.

Children, this is Mr. Adam Kimbro.

We were once very good friends.

This is my daughter, Melody, and my son, John.

Howdy.

You're Adam Kimbro, the marshal?

Uh, that's right.

Well, uh, just a deputy marshal now.

Uh, you heard of me?

Yes, sir.

Lots of times.

You used to be famous.

Oh, John, mind your manners.

Oh, well, he doesn't mean anything by that, Mary.

That was a long time ago.

How old are you, boy?

14, sir.

14, yeah, that'd make you about 16?

Next month.

Eh, you, you're the mirror of what your ma was.

Why, thank you.

It don't seem possible.

Are you going to stay long in Deerfield, Mr. Kimbro?

Oh.

MARY: Now, Melody, stop pestering the marshal.

Now, why don't you run down to the sweet shop

and wait for me there.

Will you be long, Mother?

Only a minute.

All right.

Nice meeting you, Mr. Kimbro.

ADAM KIMBRO: Yeah.

Ah.

I meant to tell you, Adam, my name isn't Bentley.

It's Simms.

Well, I should've asked you right off if you was married.

Uh, you, you was always pretty.

Oh, fine kids.

Those are fine kids.

I hoped you'd come back.

I waited.

Did you wait long?

And then I got married to a good man, fine father.

Well, you wouldn't have picked anyone who wouldn't be, Mary.

Should I have kept on waiting?

No.

But I should've come back.

Well, things don't ever turn out the way we want them.

No, they sure don't, Mary.

Goodbye, Adam.

I wish you a lot of luck.

ADAM KIMBRO: Somebody I used to know.

Adam?

Thinking about how you should've done things different?

Huh, ah, I guess I figured as far

as marriage is concerned, uh, there's no such thing as time.

I thought she looked the same, like her young 'un.

Did you see her?

Woo shoo, real beauty.

That's the way I remember her, young, slim, pretty.

Skin smoother than fresh cream.

All those years I carried a certain memory of her.

Seeing her today, hate to lose memories, especially them,

uh, good ones.

You got no reason to lose it.

Hang on.

Yeah, she's got a little more spread to her than I remember,

a few wrinkles, gray hairs.

Like the rest of us.

Course I've had mine quite a spell.

Fine figure of a woman, uh, not, not so

what you call pretty anymore but comfortable,

you know, a nice comfortable woman.

Got you a woman, Matt?

Ah, silly question, of course, you have.

Mary, uh, Mary and me, we used to talk some about marrying

and settling down.

But, uh, I was a lawman.

I didn't want to be leaving no widow and kids.

She was happy just being my woman.

But after time, she wanted more than that, home, kids,

me, all and every bit of me.

But there wasn't room enough for a badge and that, too, at least

wise not then.

A town up in, uh, Montana needed taming.

They offered me the job.

I turned it down twice.

Then, the governor himself come down there and talked to me

and asked me to take it.

Said I was the only man that could do the job.

So, uh, I left.

If it happened again, I bet you wouldn't do it any different.

She could've been my wife, Matt.

Those kids could've been my kids.

ADAM KIMBRO: Looks like he had another man's gold in his poke.

Follow the mines.

Would that be them?

It must be something special, Pa,

if the marshal himself coming?

Hadn't countered on that.

When do we take them, Pa?

Do nothing around here, oh, unless you

got a hankering to end up like your cousin, Lenny.

Hey, Pa, when do you figure they're going to cut him down?

He's up there serving a lesson, little brother, not

to steal another man's poke.

Well, Moss, what do you think we're doing?

That'd be enough.

I'm sorry, Pa, but he's family and just leaving him hanging

there like that, well, we should see that he gets buried

and read over.

I wouldn't fret on your cousin not getting read over.

I prayed him into heaven.

Yes, sir, I went into the church tent, left my last $2,

and told the Lord what a fine man your cousin was.

You tell the Lord he was a thieving snake belly.

Why, he'd, he'd shoot his Pa in his sleep for a gold piece.

No, no, no, I didn't tell Him that.

Somewheres along the trail we're going

to be waiting for you, big man, you and that old mossback

you're riding with.

What are we waiting for, Pa?

We go trailing now, they'll know it.

We wait a spell, then we move out real quiet.

Doc?

Evening, Doc.

Hey, Festus.

About done making your rounds, are you?

Yes, thank heavens, I'm tired.

I've had a busy day.

Oh, I got me a longer night.

I, I got a telegraph from Matthew

saying that he might not even be in before tomorrow late.

Oh, well, that's just fine.

That'll give you a chance to make another day's pay.

And that way, you can square up on some of your bills.

Wait a minute, I don't owe nary a soul in this here whole town.

Well, now, just a minute.

I've always considered myself a soul in this here town.

Doc, are you telling me you think I owe you money?

You're getting pretty close to what I mean.

All right, you old scutter, I ain't got no crystal ball,

you know.

Why don't you send me a bill.

Let me know what I owe you for.

No, no, I wouldn't do that.

No, that'd put too much of a strain

on your eyes and your brain and everything.

All right, just hold on smart Alec.

That there remark didn't go over my head neither.

Now, I can read a couple of little ole figures

or a couple of little ole words on a piece of paper.

Oh, you can, well, we'll just see about it right now.

What does it say on that badge?

Exactly what does it say on that?

Well, it says I am a deputy United States Marshal.

That's what it says.

It says exactly I am a deputy United States Marshal?

Well, nobody but an old quack quack

could ask such a thing as that anyhow.

You didn't answer my question.

I've got work to do.

I don't know about you.

Well, you--

You been a lawman 20 years.

Think you'll ever see the kind of money that stands for?

MATT DILLON: I doubt it.

That ever get to you?

Get to you?

Not then, it does now.

Eh, it crosses my mind every now and again that a man could

buy himself a nice warm corner someplace

and not fret about the days ahead.

Every think about 10 years from now?

MATT DILLON: Oh, some.

Whatcha gonna do?

Give in to them gray hairs and just walk away from it?

Well, I won't know that till the time comes.

Oh.

Peaceful.

Friend of mine up in Montana's got a place right on the river.

Imagine fishing of your own front porch?

Wouldn't take much.

Whatever it takes, it's out of the reach of a lawman.

Course them hill rats we're packing this gold for,

they'll end up grass-bellied, falling in velvet.

Well, they earned it.

It's just our job to transport it.

Our job, yeah, I recollect, eight,

10 years back I road a shotgun for some railroad money.

Got bushwhacked, took a bullet, nudged my liver,

while I protected the money.

All I got from the railroad was thanks.

Turned me over to some sagebrush sawbones

that mined that bullet out with a paring knife.

How many bullets did they dug out of you?

A few.

Yeah, I can tell.

I've seen you favoring that leg there.

Oh, you covered up pretty good.

But, uh, it shows now and again.

Yeah, same with me, ooh.

Winter's come, this leg here stiffens up like a board.

This shoulder gives me plain hell

every time I reach for anything higher

than the neck of a bottle.

And I still got a bullet buried somewhere under my hide

that just plain torments me anytime.

Well, that's part of the job, the way I figure it.

Yeah, what we are is damn fools,

when you come right down to it.

Adam, you know, I, I remember something you told me one time.

You'd been shot in the back by Charlie Johnson.

Yeah.

MATT DILLON: Well, we were waiting

out in the doctor's office.

It was you that said to me, that's part of the job.

If you're not willing to accept it, why get out.

Oh, I was right then.

I ain't changing my ideas none.

I, I've always been ready to die in a harness,

but they took the harness away from me, Matt, got rid of me.

In the whole wide world, there ain't

nothing else I know how to do.

Nothing.

Come to the quick of it, neither do you.

[horses galloping]

Four.

That's the way I'd make it out.

Well, that's interesting.

Sounds like two of them broke away.

The only way to get rich is to take.

Now, you get that backbone up straight and you'll do fine.

All right, Pa.

Now, nice and slow and easy.

You let me do the talking, ya hear.

All right.

Howdy.

Me and my, uh, boy here smelled your campfire way back.

We figured wherever there was a campfire,

there'd be a pot of hot coffee to take

the chill out of the bones.

Whatcha doing out here this late?

Oh, we're riding to Purdyville.

Sort of got lost in the pitch black and all.

Purdyville's straight ahead, about 20 miles.

Well, we're looking for work.

Know if we can find any around here?

What's your business?

We've been droving.

Like the marshal said, Purdyville is straight ahead.

Oh, lawman, huh, are you looking for someone?

Down.

[gunfire]

[inaudible].

It's like the old times, Matt.

You sure you didn't plan it this way?

No, I'm afraid you'll have to earn your $2 today, Adam.

Eh, they'll come back.

You've seen them, just a notch or two above wolves.

Come on out, you snakebellied lily-livered

back-shooting coyotes.

We're waiting for you.

That old boy back there [inaudible].

You hurt bad, Pa?

No, no, just a little piece of flesh.

I can spare.

We're lucky none of us got killed.

Pa, let's go home. -Home?

I thought you boys was gonna nail him.

What happened?

He moved just I was starting to shoot, Pa.

You may have got your Pa killed.

Without me, you'd be running around like strays.

Now, we'll move tomorrow morning.

And we'll run them to the ground.

He ain't going to make much time with that packmule.

ADAM KIMBRO: Eh, was you my deputy

when I was chasing that renegade Breed up the, up the cedar

mountains?

MATT DILLON: That was me.

ADAM KIMBRO: Remember he stuck a knife in that whiskey peddler

clean up at the Trademark.

Yeah, I remember.

Yeah, trailing him reminds me of this.

That Breed was, uh, still as a sleeping snake.

[horses galloping]

That will be them coming now, Matt.

Adam, I didn't mean for it to turn out like this.

A man sticks on the badge, he knows the risks.

Listen, we can wrap them up right here.

No, I don't want to do it that way.

I want to stay here and hold them off.

I want you to ride in.

Me?

I want you to get this gold into Dodge.

Matt, I'm old, but I can still do the job.

If I didn't think that, I wouldn't

trust you with the gold.

Now, get going, Adam.

There's no time.

I'll see you in Dodge.

[gunshot]

All right.

You men throw your guns down.

You're loco, law man.

We know you're up there alone.

There's four of us.

They'll have to scrape you up with a hoe.

[gunfire]

Shot my hand.

--[inaudible] finish him off, and get after

that old man with the gold.

Pa, look.

Doesn't matter now.

Adam, what are you doing back here?

I wouldn't miss this for the world.

This is the way it should be.

Where's the gold?

They're under a big balanced rock.

They'll never find them if they do get us.

I told you to get that gold back to Dodge.

Sure, you did.

Then you got yourself pinned down here, boy.

I wasn't about to let you go it alone.

As long as you're here, work yourself around to the left

and see if you can flank them.

Flank them?

Coyotes like this, there ain't but one way to handle them,

Matt.

That's the way we used to do it, head on.

Come on out, you egg-sucking pigs.

We're going to give you 10 seconds to throw them guns down

here and give yourselves up.

Well, what's gonna happen, old man?

We're going to shoot your tails off.

Come on, Matt, let's flush them out.

Adam, get back.

[gunfire]

Pa, they're crazy, both of them.

Hold your fire.

Please, I quit.

All right, throw your guns out and get your hands in the air.

Pa.

Told you they'd have to give it up, Matt, just like old times.

No, no, this is one they can't fix.

Funny, the way things work out.

More years ago than I like to remember, green young kid come

see me, all knees and elbows.

[inaudible] booted him in the britches and sent him on home.

But you know, glad now I didn't.

So am I.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

[theme music]