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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.

[piano music playing]

[muffled cheering]

[snoring]

[gunfire]

[cheering]

[snoring]

[gunfire]

Marshal?

If I'd known there was going to be drovers--

and it's three hours before dawn,

I'm gonna get some sleep somewhere.

Well, where you going?

Outside of town.

[gunfire]

It's like getting caught between a shootout and a sawmill.

[snoring]

Well, I gotta ride down to Hays in the morning anyway,

so you two might as well go on into Dodge.

I'll see you when I get back.

[gunfire]

Good luck.

[snoring]

[gunfire]

[cheering]

[glass breaking]

What in the tarnation's going on out there?

[shouting]

[gunfire]

FESTUS: [SHOUTING] Watch what you're shooting them guns!

DROVER: What's your problem, Old Timer?

FESTUS: You betcha I got trouble, you hoopla,

bow-legged knothead.

[collective gasp]

We were just celebrating, Pops.

We been out in the rain for two months

sleeping with the cows, and the prairie dogs, and the horses.

And we got just one night to spend in town.

[cheering]

[glass breaking]

[gunfire]

Dadburn blabberty-mouthed, hooch-soaked bunch

of willow-wallowing waddies squallin' their blame brains

out-- where's Matthew at?

He went to Hays.

Well that's a blame good idea.

Feller trying to get his self a little quiet night's sleep--

what do you get?

A bunch of blame waddies down there, a heel-squattin' idjuts

a squallin' their-- what I'm fixin' to do is go down

and get myself a beer.

Good.

[shouting]

How are your pockets?

Well-lined.

Oh, you are the handsomest.

[shouting]

[harmonica music playing]

[shouting]

[glass breaking]

[shouting]

[gunshots]

All right, Boys, fun's over.

[groaning]

I'm tired of telling you to keep down.

This is the third fight tonight.

Larry?

Bar's closed.

[angry shouting]

Now wait a minute, Sheriff, now we plan on going till sunup,

right?

CROWD: Right!

And we pay all our damages, right?

CROWD: [shouts affirmation]

And you know that.

Now why don't you just go on and go to bed.

Right?

CROWD: That's right!

Now it's getting out of hand.

Aw, come on, as long as there's a moon,

we got some howlin' to do, right, boys?

[cheering]

All right, boys, just quiet down,

now listen to the Sheriff.

Time to call it a night.

Come on, Jesse, we still got some rollin' to do.

Now Link, you know if we make trouble

in this town, Mr. Carpenter, he not gonna like it.

MAN: Aw, Jesse, come on.

[groaning]

Well, I guess he's right, let's get moving,

or we'll all end up riding drag. Come on.

Good night, my dear.

[disgruntled murmuring]

All right, Murph, move them out.

Come on, all of y'all.

If you haven't got a bed, you're welcome to use the jail.

MAN: Come on.

MAN: Oh, come on, let's get out of here.

[crowd murmuring]

Watch where you're going, you knothead.

Where's everybody going?

It's all over, let's git and go to bed.

[crowd murmuring]

I'll take me a beer, Barkeep.

Sorry, the bar is closed.

The bar is closed?

You mean I got into my duds and come down here for nothing?

Alls I want is one little bitty old beer.

BARKEEP: I said the bar is closed.

Don't you serve that yahoo, Barkeep,

he's a red-tailed, turkey-toed, tubaloo.

[laughter]

Jesse?

Jesse Dillard, you old skillet banger, you, where

in the tarnation you been at?

Festus.

It's good to see you.

Are you with all these ruckus-raisers, here?

I sure am.

Still a doughbelly.

I'd buy you a drink, but-- but how much we

owe you, including the damage?

Well, I guess uh, $40 will do it.

Thanks for stepping in.

Oh, they good men, Sheriff, just not town broke.

The liquor talks mighty loud when

it gets loose from the jug,--

Jesse--

-- ain't that right, Festus?

Jesse, we ain't going to sleep without some

of that harmonica music.

Oh, there ain't no lullabying tonight.

Aw.

You guys got to get some sleep.

Pulling out in the morning.

MAN: All right.

MAN: So long, Boys.

[chuckling]

Still a'tucking them in, are you, Jessee?

I sure am.

You ain't changed a notion.

What you doing here?

Oh, we was delivering some prisoners down here.

Prisoners?

Yeah.

Well you ain't telling me you're a lawman?

Oh, course I am.

I been a deputy-ing for the Marshal there in Dodge City.

Well look, I-- I got to see that the boys get bedded

down tonight, so I'm gonna--

Oh fiddle now, Jesse-- they can go without lullaby-ing

for one night.

We ain't saw each other in a whole mess of years.

Come on, stay.

Sure, Festus.

[chuckling]

Jesse, tell me one thing-- you still pan cook them

taters in that Texas butter?

Sure do.

And them calf fries, and plenty of sopping gravy and biscuit?

Festus, are you hungry?

Jesse, I'll tell you-- I never figured

I'd get to taste your cooking again,

but I ain't a fixing to go to bed till I do.

[chuckles]

Well sir, you know that blamed old rattlesnake glommed

onto my leg right there.

Why it swolt up bigger than a mushmelon, didn't it, Jesse?

Sho nuff.

Here we was, a hundred miles from nothing, no doctor.

You know what Jesse went to work and done?

He cut that there snake bite and sucked out the poison,

and he doctored me back to where I was fit enough

to take on a grizzly bear.

When he joined up, they had him eating dust riding drag,

but before it was over, Festus here was a top hand.

Shawnee Trail-- hate to tell you how long back.

Musta been some good times, and a lot of hard work, too.

You betcha.

Dawn to dark.

If it ain't hot enough to sunburn a horny toad,

it's raining, or stinging sleet.

You know, sometimes the cattle get

so skittish you have to ride a mile before you can even spit.

[chuckling]

[door opening]

Morning.

Morning.

Good morning.

You're under arrest, Dillard-- U.S. Marshal.

On your feet.

Whoa, and what's going on here, Marshal?

Drop the gun belt, left hand.

Would you mind explaining?

Not my job to explain, just to bring him in.

The gun belt.

No.

Now you just--

Stay right where you are.

Festus.

We're lawmen too, Marshal.

Lawmen?

From Dodge City.

What are you doing here in Tribune?

We been delivering prisoners.

What's he to you?

He's my friend.

Your friend's an escaped convict.

Jesse?

Broke jail a year ago, Festus.

Well what in blazes was you doing in a jail?

I shot a man.

I want that gun belt.

Jesse, don't try nothing foolish, now.

All right, Dillard.

Well, can't I take just a spell to talk to him?

You want to talk to him, he'll be in the prison at Unionville.

Let's go.

Jesse, if they's anything we can do, just say it.

There's nothing, Festus.

Nothing.

Bye.

[door closing]

JESSE: It's a long way to Unionville.

Meaning what?

Only reason you took me alive was them two back there.

I didn't want them mixed up in it.

You know, I had my fill of being locked up.

No more.

I took a lot of men back, Dillard.

Be a holiday in hell 'fore one gets away from me.

Hm.

[hoofbeats]

That's our trail cook, Mister.

You're gonna have to get yourself another'n.

Then it's plain you know nothing about a trail drive.

No cook, nobody works.

That'll leave 5,000 head of prime cattle left to stray.

That'll make Mr. Carpenter real upset.

Who's Mr. Carpenter?

Oh, he just owns the Big T. He's acting

trail boss on this drive.

And he loves Jesse's cooking.

Well, you tell him he's just going

to have to tighten his belt.

Well Sir, I'd hate to be the one to do that.

I think it's best we just bring Jesse along with us.

Murph, you and the boys get on back to camp.

Move aside, boys.

Murph!

You'll only get yourself into bad trouble.

He's talking sense, Boy.

[clicking]

[whinnying]

We're coming through.

Put it away, Murph--

[gunshot]

Come from over there, Festus.

Giddy up.

Ah--

That was an accident.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Somebody's coming.

Jesse, that was an accident.

Get on out of here.

Get up.

MURPH: That was an accident, I didn't really shoot him.

MAN: Come on, get out of here.

[shouting]

MAN: Jesse, whoa, whoa.

That bunch from your outfit, Jesse?

[GASPING] H-he knows where they are.

[panting]

He'll need a doctor.

We'll take him back to Tribune.

Well, you can doctor him, can't you, Newly?

Not this, Festus.

There's a bullet in there and I don't have my instruments.

I gotta take him back to Tribune.

No, no.

I'm taking this man to Unionville.

Tribune is the wrong direction.

There's a bullet in you, Marshal.

You better listen at him, Marshal,

because he knows what he's talking about.

Plug up the bleeding as best you can and-- there's

some bandages in my saddlebags.

[grunts]

You'll still need a doctor.

The one in Unionville.

You'll never make it.

Hurry up, Festus.

[coughing]

All right, all right, all right, take me to Lovelock,

it's on the way.

But listen to me-- them drovers--

they'll be back as sure as there's sun in the morning.

I seen't it before.

He's right.

I know Dave Carpenter-- they'll be coming back.

Don't you get caught in it.

Newly, what do you think?

Now wait a minute, we're all three the law,

and we're bound by it.

We're going to Lovelock.

[coughing]

[bang]

Shooting a lawman?

I ought to get rid of all of you.

Well, it was an accident, Mr. Carpenter,

he was taking Jesse to prison.

And by the looks uh that old Marshal, he's mildewing.

We thought we could uh, put the spurs to him

and uh, well, he wouldn't do nothing.

Right.

Well, now it's them old mossbacks

and them codgers that are tough.

Now you're sure he's not dead?

Well, he wasn't hit that bad, Mr. Carpenter, then them two

fellas came on us and they patched him up

and him and them fellas rode off.

Link said that uh, Jesse knew one of them-- friend of his.

Yeah, that's right, uh, I seen them

in the us, saloon together.

Jesse was calling him, uh, Festus.

Well, that hardnose is hurt bad enough to take on some help.

[mooing]

Jesse gone one day and that coffee already

tastes like river bottom.

Well uh, what are we going to do, Mr. Carpenter?

Well, we owe Jesse too much to let him

rot in some stinking prison.

That lawman being wounded, he'll-- he'll see a doctor.

They headed north-- Unionville.

Unionville?

That's 60 miles away, that's too far for a man who's been shot.

Lovelock's a lot closer.

Mount up.

Move.

Try not to move too much.

[coughing]

JESSE: He's bad off.

What you going to do with me if he-- if he dies?

I don't know.

Jesse, I got to ask this sooner or later-- how's

a come that you went and shot that feller?

Well, it's not much of a story, Festus.

After Abilene, we both went our own ways.

I worked trail drives till old man Smith went broke.

Then drifted a lot, finally got a job

cooking in a logging camp.

The job's done, foreman tries to give me half my wages,

but I want them all, so he run me off.

You went back for your money?

Just what was mine.

Broke in the paymaster's office, they catch me.

Foreman strapped me to a tree and puts a bullwhip to my back.

They beat me like a scavenging dog.

When they cut me loose, I grabbed

me a gun from one of his men and I shoot him down.

I don't know how I missed killing him,

'cause I sure in hell tried.

How's a come you busted outta jail?

They could have just locked you up for six

months, or a year at the most.

10 years, hard labor.

Maybe I had it coming, Festus.

But I growed up a slave-- somebody's property.

In the war, Jesse Dillard had his first taste of freedom.

And I swore I'd never be taken.

But there I was, just like my pa and his pa,

whip scars on my back and under lock and key.

Property-- facing 10 years.

I don't think I could have made it, Festus.

Would have ended up dying or killing somebody.

I can't be locked up no more.

I know.

Here, upstairs to the right.

Are they the only keys?

Yes, Sir.

Gonna need a doctor as soon as possible.

Yes, Sir.

Is there a sheriff in this town?

Yes, Sir, across the street.

Well, you go get him, tell him I wanna talk to him right away.

Yes, Sir.

All right, Dillard let's go.

[coughing]

Easy now, easy.

Just easy.

Let's turn around.

You grab his feet, Festus.

[pained gasping]

In another room, anchor him to something.

[panting]

I reckon he wants you to get locked to that there bed post.

I ain't gonna do it, Jesse.

I'm running from the law, Festus-- meaning you, too.

It's a long ways down there, anyhow.

[door closing]

[gasping]

All right.

All right, get it over with so I can be on my way.

I'm afraid not.

What?

That bullet's still in there.

That means I'll have to operate.

[knocking]

Excuse me.

Come on.

This here's Sheriff Bradley.

What seems to be the problem here?

Name's Halstead, United States Marshal.

These two men are deputies.

Well, what can I do for you, Marshal?

I got a prisoner in the next room.

I expect some men to be coming for him.

I expect trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Like the Marshal says, a bunch of men

from an outfit called the Big T.

Big T?

Well, that's Dave Carpenter's outfit-- who could

you possibly have that he'd want?

Their trail cook.

I got a federal warrant for him, that's why.

I figure them men to be here late today or tonight,

and I figure them to be trouble.

Well, I-- I guess I could deputize a few men.

Yeah, I-- I'd do it now.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do, Sherrif?

I don't know, but if they think I'm

gonna mess with that Big T bunch,

they got another thing coming.

They'll tear this town up by the roots.

Just don't understand all this fus over some nigger cook.

[harmonica music playing]

He carried that bullet for nearly a day,

lost a lot of blood doing it.

Just have to wait.

[hoofbeats]

He ain't here, Mr. Carpenter.

Where is he?

Over to the hotel.

With the marshal?

-And a couple of deputies. -Deputies?

SHERIFF BRADLEY: Yes, Sir.

I thought you said one of them was Jesse's friend?

We're here to get our friend.

I ain't going to do nothing to stand

in your way, Mr. Carpenter. -That's good.

DAVE CARPENTER: Jesse?

Jesse, we've come for you.

Just stay right where you are.

The whiskered on there, that's Jesse's friend.

The Marshal, he all right?

He's bad off.

We're mighty sorry about that.

But it was an accident-- one that could have been avoided

if he hadn't been a damn fool.

What's that there supposed to mean?

It means that you could make the same mistake.

We're here to get Jesse.

It can be easy or it can be hard.

Depends on how you make it.

You think about it.

You got till daybreak.

Festus, Jesse's a friend of yours-- badge

don't change that.

Nobody can expect you to stand up

against Carpenter and his men-- they want the same thing

for Jesse you do.

So I was thinking-- why don't you slip out the back,

ride to the next town and wire Marshal Dillon for some help?

I know what you're saying, Newly, much obliged.

But you know blame well Matthew couldn't get here

in time to help us out none.

Jesse, he's my friend, but I'm staying.

[door opening]

Things get to moving, they awful hard to stop, ain't they?

[music playing]

Drucker?

Yeah?

You better ride out to camp, round up the rest of the men,

bring them back here.

I got a feeling we're going to need a big show of force

to bring them around.

Yes, Sir.

Newly, one of them's a riding out.

Probably to get the others.

Drovers here?

Yeah.

[chuckling]

Me in bed, just like a woman giving birth.

[knocking]

Who is it?

CLERK: It's the clerk-- brought you some breakfast.

Come in.

Morning.

Uh, eggs, coffee, hot biscuits.

I'll uh-- I'll just-- uh, m-m- Mr. Carpenter's

downstairs in the lobby.

He asked to talk to one of you two.

Much obliged, Mr. uh--

Glass-- Abel Glass.

NEWLY: Festus?

You want me to go downstairs and talk to him?

No, I;ll talk to him, Newly.

Jesse?

This here Carpenter, can you trust him?

You can trust him.

You're Festus?

I uh-- I didn't figure you to be a lawman.

It ain't never been harder to be one.

Let me uh, tell you a story about Jesse.

He told me he broke out of prison,

but I hired him anyway-- best man for the job.

Before he came, I uh, I had men that uh, well, they

just worked for their wages.

Most of the time they were pulling

in different directions.

But Jesse, he uh-- he settled them-- pulled them together.

Now we're an outfit.

Those are my reasons.

Now I'll tell you my mens'-- rain or shine, three

hot meals a day, fast and good.

But that's only part of it.

Jesse was doctor, banker, friend, brother, and sometimes

father depending on the need.

Jesse's all that to those men.

He was all them things once to me, too.

Well then how in the heck can you send him to Prison

Mr. Carpenter, I ain't got me no druthers.

I'm a swore-in Deputy Marshal.

Now, if I was to let Jesse go, it wouldn't do no good,

they'd just be some other feller a tracking

him down, don't you see?

I know that.

It's just not a matter of keeping

a good trail cook anymore-- it's saving Jesse's life.

I'm going to see to it that he gets to Mexico.

He'll be free there.

You blame sure ain't making it easy for me.

Look, we both want the same thing for Jesse--

to see him free.

Festus, if-- if Jesse goes back in that prison

he's got 10 or more years waiting for him.

That kind of a man, it'll kill him.

I'm gonna need me some time to study on it.

All right, you take it.

Festus?

Rest of my men are on the way.

You just might keep that in mind.

Could bash a snake's head in with one of these.

Those men down there are some of the best sweat and dirt cowboys

I've ever seen.

Sorry you and Festus got caught in the middle of it.

[knocking]

Who is it?

FESTUS: It's me, Festus.

Well, he's gave us a little more time to think about it.

[GASPING] Deputy?

Deputy?

Lay back down.

Lay back.

I been a fightin' it, but but I'm all out.

You didn't make no deal, did you?

No, no deal.

He's your responsibility now.

So's that badge you're wearing.

You gotta swear to it.

[gasping]

You gotta swear to it.

[ominous music]

He's a good man, but he was a fool.

You do what he says, and more men gonna die.

You got to let me go, not for myself but-- you're only

gonna get yourselves killed.

Those men out there are mine, and I don't want

none of them killed, either.

One man dead already, for God's sake.

Dying man's words, and you hell bent to carry them out.

[sighs]

I was afraid of that.

I didn't mean for nothing like this to happen.

Yeah, I know.

What are we going to do now?

Gone this far, there's-- there's no turning back.

But there won't be any more killings.

How long you want to wait?

I don't know, at least until the rest of the boys get here.

The more power we've got, the less chance

there is for a showdown.

You know, I could stand to hang for murder for this.

You didn't murder him, Murph.

Yeah?

Try telling the judge that.

He was a lawman.

What are you gonna do?

Gonna run?

I was thinking, two of us going in there and getting Jesse,

then maybe three of us heading for Mexico.

Yeah, I--

[harmonica music]

It's getting late.

Jesse, I just hope you understand

why I can't let you go.

It don't make no difference, Festus.

No matter what happens, things won't ever be the same.

Gonna miss being the old woman-- that's what the boys call me

when I get ornery with them.

Being a trail cook is important, and I'm in the best-- sourdough

biscuits that float, beef swimming in brown gravy,

son of a gun stew made from the heart.

Only man in camp can have shortcomings,

long as the food's good, and the coffee is hot,

and the-- they always say I talk a lot,

but I'm a good cook, so nobody objects.

[knocking]

FESTUS: Who is it?

CLERK: It's the clerk.

[harmonica music]

I brought you up some dinner.

Mr. Glass, uh-- much obliged, but I-I couldn't eat a thing,

myself.

Well, you ought to eat something.

[rattling]

What about the prisoner?

You can ask him.

I bet you're hungry?

No.

[panting]

Well, there's chili beans, bread, hot coffee.

I've had saloon food-- tastes like axle grease.

What's that for?

[WHISPERING] That's a present from Mr. Carpenter.

When it's dark, there'll be a horse out in the alley.

I'll just leave it here in case you change your mind.

[door closing]

[music playing]

M-Mr. Carpenter's downstairs.

Tell him I'll be coming down.

DAVE CARPENTER: How's Jesse doing?

Tolerable.

Well, I uh, was kind of hoping that he'd be with you.

I'm sorry.

Maybe I didn't make myself clear,

Deputy-- we're not leaving here without Jesse.

I figured that all along.

Now maybe you can hold out against the five of us,

but I got about 50 more men on the way right now.

Mr. Carpenter, that marshal a getting

killed, that there was a accident.

He told us that his own self.

You ride out now, and chances is, there

ain't gonna be no trouble.

You stay here and you're going to wind up facing the law.

I got a bad feeling that we're a lot alike,

only the odds are in my favor.

You're not going to get any help from anybody in this town,

so it's just you and that other deputy against all of us.

Now my men have fought border gangs, whiskeyed Indians, flood

and lighting and beat them all.

Now, if we don't get Jesse back by the time my men get here,

we'll take this hotel apart board by board

and build a fire under it.

[crickets chirping]

Murph, uh-- I, uh--

We'll draw old Festus out, we'll get ahold of him,

then we can bargain for Jesse.

You make it sound so mighty easy.

We'll make it work.

I'll tell him Mr. Carpenter wants to see him.

When he comes out, we'll take him.

All right.

Two bulls butting heads-- neither of you

are going to give ground.

I'm going back to prison, Festus, willing.

All right, Jesse, I'll tell Mr. Carpenter.

Jesse says he's willing to go back to jail.

He is?

Done it for us-- for them.

Take him!

[shouting]

Drop it.

[gunfire]

MAN: Murph?

Murph?

Come on, Murph?

[gunfire]

DAVE CARPENTER: Put it down, Link, drop it.

He's still alive, let's get him to a doctor.

What are we gonna do if they rush us?

Well, just hold them off as long as we can, I reckon.

Hope it don't come to tha-- Jesse,

where'd you get that gun?

Makes no difference.

Put your guns over there and give me the keys to the cuffs.

Jesse, you're only making things worse.

Only way out of this for everybody.

Another man got shot on account of me--

a lot more gonna be busting through that door, more

killing.

Only this time won't be, 'cause I'm going to be gone.

Please?

Newly, go down and tell Mr. Carpenter everything's fine,

that I'm free.

Why don't you tell him yourself, Jesse?

'cause I'm gonna be trailing dust to Mexico.

And you tell him-- tell him I said thanks.

I'm not taking any chances with you,

Festus-- got a hunch you'd try and stop me.

'fraid so, Jesse.

All right, in there.

So long, Festus.

Mr. Carpenter?

Yeah?

Jesse's gone.

He's got a gun.

Well where in the heck would he get a gun?

[gunfire]

Out in back.

Jesse?

Jesse?

JESSE: Festus, what-- what happened?

Easy, Jesse.

Him-- h-he give me that gun.

He was waiting-- waiting for me.

[footsteps]

You know, you old grubworm, you never got ti taste my best.

What's that, Jesse?

My-- m-my stew.

Some pig feet, hog's ears, prunes, skull cakes,.

Goat meat.

Sounds plumb larupin.

What happened, Festus?

He was making a run for it.

I stopped it-- I shot him.

I-I was only doing my duty.

I shot him.

Why, he's an outlaw, a criminal--

there's a reward on him.

You give him the gun, you planned the whole thing,

you wormy little--

N-no, he escaped from prison.

You tell them.

Deputy?

He was escaping again.

I stopped him.

Now, he was-- he'd escaped again.

W- What are you doing?

[whimpering]

No.

Carpenter, don't, he's not worth it.

He's not worth it.

[whimpering]

What do you--

[clicking]

He was an outlaw-- he-- he was an outlaw.

Let's go.

There was-- there was a reward.

I just-- I just did my duty, I stopped him.

Deputy?

I didn't do anything wrong, I-- I just did what--

All for a lousy hundred dollars.

[sighs]

Like to take him with us, bury him on the trail.

If you don't mind, would sure like to ride with you.

[spurs jingling]

[theme music]

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

[theme music]