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ANNOUNCER: 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.

[gunshots]

[screaming]

[gunshots]

[screaming]

[gunshots]

[glass shattering]

[screaming]

[laughing]

[interposing voices]

[inaudible] in here!

Rouse!

I'm going to telegraph Marshal Dillon to lock you up!

Ruxton!

Ruxton!

Ruxton, get back here!

I-- I'm gonna have you and your brothers thrown in jail!

Ruxton!

[music playing]

Ha!

ROUSE: Hey, old man!

What are you two doing?

They're praying.

What kind of praying you call that?

What do they got them little boxes on their heads for?

[laughs]

Hey, what are you?

Some kind of medicine man?

Hey, yo!

Witch doctor!

I'm talking to you! -No!

No, please!

You don't understand.

They're not allowed to stop until they finish.

[grunts]

[screams] Moshe!

[laughs]

Yahoo!

What are you going to do with that rope, Ruxton?

ZISHA: Stop!

HOMER: Yahoo!

Go get him!

Ah!

HOMER: [laughs]

What are you going to do with him, now that you've got him?

Stop!

What are you doing?

Stop!

Semel!

Semel!

You got him?

Come on!

Rux!

Rux, leave him alone!

He's just a kid!

Semel!

Stop! Come back!

Semel!

MOSHE: Stop!

What are you doing?

Stop!

Where are they?

Papa?

Ha!

Papa, what happened?

Go back.

Help your mother.

To the wagon.

Papa, tell me what happened.

Where's Semel?

Oh, Semel.

Moses spoke the rock.

I wasn't allowed to see the promised land.

Papa, I'm never going to see the farm.

Dear Lord, please.

It is very bad, is it not?

It's quite serious.

Fractured skull always is serious.

We don't know how serious.

What in the world has happened, anyway?

Three men rode into our camp.

They dragged him away with a rope.

Well, who were they?

We are strangers here.

We do not know anyone.

Both my mother and father saw them.

They could recognize them again.

Now is not the time, Gearshon.

Please, Doctor.

Mr. Gorofsky, let me assure you,

I've done everything I can for your boy.

And I-- I will do everything I can for him.

I promise you that.

He is in someone else's hands now.

Mrs. Gorofsky, I have some hot water.

I'd like to make you a cup of coffee.

No.

Thank you, doctor.

You, sir?

No.

Go.

I will be here.

Tea, if I can.

Please.

Certainly, I have tea.

So we'll be right here.

We own a farm.

A farm?

Doctor, Moshe Gorofsky owns a farm.

This-- this piece of paper.

It says.

In America, it is possible.

Well, I'll declare.

This is remarkable.

This is a fine farm.

You know it?

That's right.

She awaits us, our farm.

Like the Sabbath pride sent it and anointed.

That is why it is so important for Semel to get well.

[gasping]

Papa.

Papa.

[gasping]

Doctor!

[fabric ripping]

[non-english speech]

Blessed be he that you judge.

[whinnying]

Hey Rux, you better get out here.

Morning, Marshal.

Sheriff Reed's telegram says you wrecked a place

down there to the tune of $48.

And I want the money.

Who?

You're trying to tell me you didn't

wreck Willie's Saloon in Hayes?

No.

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, it was us, Marshal.

And we done like you said, Marshal.

We're doing all our drinking out of Dodge.

You know, that Willie's is as much to blame

for what happened as we are.

His place was empty.

He was crying all night long about how bad business was.

And that's a fact, Marshal.

Well, I'll tell you another fact.

I'm tired of running around trying to patch it up after you

and your brothers wreck some place with your drinking.

Now, you owe $48, where is it?

You tell Willie to go to hell.

I ain't paying no $48.

[thud]

Oomph!

Oh!

Uh.

Now, give me the money.

That's all I got now.

All right.

You owe $36.

I'll give you a week to get it into my office.

One week.

[non-english speech]

But you did get a good look at the men, Mr. Gorofsky?

Marshal, I-- I--

Excuse my husband, Marshal.

In the old country, the law only spoke to people like us

when our homes were taken.

Tell me, Marshal.

What will happen to these men when you catch them?

They'll be put on trial.

And if they get found guilty, they'll get hung, too.

I see.

And if I identify these men, the events you have described

could take place.

Is that right?

Well, if you're trying to make a point, Mr. Gorofsky,

I'd appreciate it if you'd just say it straight out.

I will.

Sometimes it is better to make a point with another point.

This is the Talmud, Marshal.

All the rules governing the lives for our people

are in here.

It has survived for thousands of years.

Much it has been used by nations throughout the ages

as the basis of law in every land.

Well, no offense, but what's that got to do

with this situation, here?

The Talmud teaches us that if a man sees his friend enter

a house, and in his hand, his friend holds a knife,

then when the same friend comes out,

the knife bloodied, and in the house,

five dead people, a man who saw his friend come and go

is not a witness to murder.

Well, why ain't he?

In order to accuse a human being of murder,

you must see the knife strike.

Ugh.

That's the silliest blang thing I ever heard of.

Begging your pardon.

No.

It is a good law.

Suppose your friend went inside the house with a knife,

and it was taken from him.

And the murders were committed by someone

who then killed himself.

Your friend is stung by what he has seen, and takes

up the knife, goes outside.

What would you believe?

Mr. Gorofsky, that's not what we're dealing with, here.

All we're asking you to do is identify three men

that you saw drag your son off.

Now, you did see that.

The courts will make the accusations, not you.

But will they and not me, Marshal?

Consider the evidence that I must give to this court.

My s-- son was pulled away with a rope around his neck.

A few minutes later, he is found,

the rope still around his neck, and his head crushed.

Then he dies of his wounds.

I must then go on to three people and say, yes.

These are the ones who took my son away.

Who, in truth, accuses these men, Marshal?

Me or your court?

And on what evidence do I do this?

How do you call it?

Circumstantial evidence?

No.

This I am not allowed to do.

Mr. Gorofsky, three men are running around loose

and murdered your boy, and you're standing

here playing with words.

Words.

Some we live by, and some we must die for.

Mr. Gorofsky, if these men murder somebody else's son,

I wonder how much these words of yours will mean to his family?

I ain't never saw nothin' like him.

Well, he won't even stand up and point

a finger at them that went and killed his own flesh and blood.

If you ask me, this here feller's a-hidin' something

deep inside of his own self.

What's that?

Well, he don't want no more to dealings

with them that done it.

He's pure, old, plain and simple, a man scared.

I'm not so sure, Festus.

Where are you going?

Outside.

I'd like to walk a little.

It's time for Minhag.

I don't feel like talking to God right now.

You were wrong, Papa.

[door slamming]

Laibel, do you agree with him?

And I wrong in your mind, as well?

I don't know.

The law of the Talmud is the law of our people.

There are no exceptions.

No one above that law.

It has kept our people alive for thousands of years,

and it applies to us as if the boy who was killed

was another man's child or our own.

And we will obey that law.

One week to the day, Marshal.

There's your money.

Let's go.

Ruxy, I'm not going to tell you again.

Yeah.

No more drinking in nobody's town.

Moshe, you ought to buy a gun.

What for?

Everyone around here owns one for hunting.

Since when is shooting a kosher way of slaughtering animals?

There are other animals to be killed, lions and snakes.

Might not be such a bad idea, Pop.

For protection.

No.

We don't need a gun.

You're right, Papa.

Not now.

We needed it the morning they killed Semel.

Gearshon!

Don't push him anymore.

I didn't start out to.

But everything always brings us back to the same place.

Then leave him alone.

Don't talk to him anymore.

Do you hear me?

You always walk the middle of the fence, don't you, Laibel?

When are you going to say something because you really

believe it, not because it's the good thing, or the right thing,

but because you really feel like it!

Who where they, Papa?

You know those men, Papa.

Papa, tell me.

They're the ones, aren't they?

Those three are the ones that killed my brother, aren't they?

Aren't they?

[woman screaming]

[inaudible]!

Please!

Stop!

Gearsh!

Stop!

Gearsh!

Haw!

Aw!

Stop it!

Leave him alone!

Hey, Rux! Rux!

Leave him be!

Leave that kid alone! Rux!

Hold on!

Hold it!

What's going on, Ruxton?

Damned if I know.

I'm walking down the street, all of a sudden, he jumps on me.

These three men murdered my brother!

Three of them, my father said!

Here they are!

Wait a minute.

What are you talking about, boy?

The men that killed your son.

Tell him, Papa.

For God's sake, tell the Marshal!

I don't know who killed my son.

Well, are these the men that dragged him away?

Were they?

They're crazy, Marshal.

I-- I tell you, it ain't safe for a man

to walk down the street no more, without somebody

jumping on his back.

Look, Marshal, I don't know what they're talking about.

I swear it.

Yeah, we ain't never seen those people before, Marshal.

What about you, Calvin?

Did you ever see that old man before?

No, Marshal.

No, I haven't.

Look, they're-- they're crazy, Marshal.

I'm telling you. -Get out of here.

All right.

Break it up, folks.

You know, he-- he had us right there.

I mean, we're standing right under the noose,

and he ups and walks away without a word to Dillon.

Why?

He's scared of us, that's why.

What do we do, Rux?

Nothing.

Then tomorrow he changes his mind, and we all hang.

Rux, I'm telling you.

I'm not that sure.

Look, I ain't looking to kill anybody any more than you are.

I feel bad about that.

That's a fact you can believe.

Boy, I tell you, I feel a whole lot worse

standing up on that gallows, listening

to the bones in my neck crack.

[sigh] Well, that's what maybe it could come down to.

Us or them.

[sigh]

Tell your brother sit at the table.

He said he wasn't hungry.

[door opening]

ZISHA: Gearsh?

[sigh]

Papa wants you at the table.

I told him I wasn't hungry.

Come anyway.

Mama, do you remember, I must have been six or seven,

and Laibel was in a fight with three boys from the town, three

Russian boys.

They were beating Laibel bad, with sticks and fists.

Nobody did anything to stop them.

Papa tried.

But they held him.

Four of them.

Held him and made him watch what they were doing to Laibel.

Mama, I watched that too, and I never understood it.

I don't mean why they did it.

Back then, we learned fast why.

I never understood why we let them.

But they were so much stronger than us.

There were so many more of them than us.

But they killed us anyway.

What more could they have done to us if we had fought?

My brother fought them.

And he was killed.

But he died with dignity.

He was not taken away like a cow and buried quickly,

as if he had never lived.

They knew he lived.

He made them know.

What happened to Semel was not because of what we are,

our religion.

Gearshon, this is a different country.

Then let's act differently.

Let's let them know that these things cannot

happen here for any reason.

Because we will not let it.

I named you well, little Gershola.

You're so much like my brother.

Come.

Supper's getting cold.

[sigh]

Tomorrow we start clearing the land for the plow.

It shouldn't take long.

We'll work with the horses and chains

to clear the big tree stumps.

All of us, together.

Tomorrow, we take a dream and make it a reality.

The dream was for the five of us.

There's one missing.

-Don't start, Gearsh. -No, no.

Finish, Gearsh.

Let it all come out.

There is no room for feelings that cannot be said.

Moshe.

Not now.

When?

In a month?

In a year?

When all the feelings will be so distorted with time

that they will make no difference?

All that will be left then will be bitterness.

No, Zisha, no.

Now is the best time.

Papa, I want you to come with me to Marshal Dillon.

I want you to tell him who killed Semel.

I cannot, son.

You know that.

All right.

Leave it.

Papa, it's hard for me to dream anymore.

I can't believe in them anymore.

You hold your dreams in one pocket

and righteousness in the other.

For me, one cancels the other out.

We live in a world of men, Papa, not in paradise with God,

where goodness conquers all.

I never saw it win once.

It always wins, Gearshon.

The truth.

What about Semel?

Where is his truth?

Where is the truth and goodness in letting killers run

free, perhaps to kill again?

Your truth turns the whole world upside down.

I don't want your truth!

Then you don't want me.

Stop it.

Both of you.

He didn't say that.

He didn't mean that, Papa.

It's the same thing.

I am my truth.

You can't take one and leave the other behind.

LAIBEL: Gearsh!

[door slamming]

Moshe, call him back.

Please.

What are you doing?

You're not really going.

Not like this.

I'll leave the horse in town.

You can pick him up tomorrow.

What are you doing?

We're a family.

You can't just decide one day that you're not part of it

anymore.

So that's what you're all about, Laibel?

A family?

That's all there is.

But he's wrong!

Doesn't that make a difference?

No!

Nothing makes any difference.

And that is the only thing we ever had.

Each other.

We were together.

Nobody would ever take that away from us,

not even in the old country.

Now, don't do what they couldn't.

I'm not letting you go.

Gearsh!

Gearsh! Don't go!

Please!

Take care of them, Laibel.

Where will you go?

Tell Papa that I--

He'll be back.

A day, two.

He'll be back.

What kind of a father does he think I am?

Does he think I loved Semel less than he did?

What kind of a man does he think I am?

A frightened man, Moshe.

He thinks you're a frightened man.

He wants to hold his head up.

For Gearshon, it's time to stop being afraid.

And you?

Is that how you see me?

Afraid?

Yes.

A dreamer.

A coward!

When they would come to us in the old country to rob us,

to overtax us, you paid not a word.

You gave for the ask.

For peace, you said.

Give them.

They'll go, you said.

Then you'd dream.

How you'd dream about when we'd come to this new world.

Here we could walk with dignity.

Where, Moshe?

Where's the peace?

Still we're paying for it.

Only here, it's not with money.

With our son's life, you're paying for peace!

In the grave, my husband.

That's where you will find your peace.

We have run so long and so far.

Being afraid comes easily now.

All my life I've been afraid of everything.

Anything.

[sniffs] It's less to dread.

[crying]

Being afraid is not a sin.

Sometimes it makes good sense.

The important thing is to know what to be afraid of.

Come.

Tell me.

What is it that we fear the most?

Offending the men who killed our son?

Or offending ourselves?

Our traditions.

Our Lord.

And how much less painful it would

be to go on to the Marshal and tell him what Gearshon wants.

And to watch him turn from our home.

There are only two things I fear in this world, my Zisha.

Offending God and losing your love.

For over 30 years, I've loved you, Moshe.

But never more than now.

[sniffs]

I got it.

OK.

You got 'em?

Yeah, come on.

[cows mooing]

Where is the other one?

Howdy.

The third one.

Where is he?

Homer?

Well, no telling where that one might be.

You know, you look kind of green,

settin' up there, holding a shotgun in your hand.

You sure you know how to handle it?

[cocking hammer]

I want you to come with me to Marshal Dillon.

I want you to tell him you killed my brother.

Well, it's kind of a bad day to ask.

See, we've got a lot of work to do around the place.

If you don't come, I'll kill you!

Pull off a shot, Homer.

[gunshot]

[shotgun blasts]

Scatter gun's only got two shells, boy.

I didn't think you knew how to handle it.

[cocking hammer]

[gunshots]

[door slamming open]

Ugh!

Ah!

The next time he comes at me with a gun, you'll bury him.

With a gun, you will not.

Moshe.

Please.

I got [inaudible] like you meant.

You bought a gun?

You keep that boy away from me and my place.

You understand that?

Now, I'm warning you, old man.

What?

What are you warning me, Mr. Ruxton?

You just keep him away from me.

How should I do that?

By locking him in his room?

Chaining him to a wall?

Look, I don't care how you do it!

Just so long as you do!

He does what he wants!

Like you, now.

He has his own gun.

He has found his own truth!

Go home, Mr. Ruxton.

I don't want you in my house.

Now, look.

I'm telling you, I don't want any more

trouble from you people!

You've got trouble for the rest of your life.

All-- all of you. Try and understand.

Just li-- -[inaudible].

[cocking hammer]

You listen to me.

I could finish it all right now, right here.

You'll do what you have to do.

[thud]

Rouse!

Just leave them.

Get out of here.

Now, you're right about that, old man.

I'll do what I have to.

Whatever it takes!

but believe me, it won't take that much.

I mean, four shells, and it's all over.

Do you want that?

No.

All right.

All right.

Then you pack up and move out.

All of you!

Get out of Kansas!

You run if you want to live.

Did you hear me?

I said I want you out of here!

I mean, today!

Now!

This minute!

I won't go.

What's the matter with you?

I mean, don't you know that I could kill all of you?

Don't you understand that?

I understand you very well.

All right.

You need time.

You need time to pack up and pull out.

I'll give you till tomorrow morning.

We are not going.

You're uh-- you're not giving me no choice.

I mean, can't you see that?

I've got no choice!

You are wrong.

You do have a choice, Mr. Ruxton,

if you choose to take it.

Go to Marshal Dillon.

Tell him what happened to my son.

[laughs]

That's no choice.

That's suicide.

Wait.

he's right, Rux. -Oh, now, wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

You listen.

I don't want this.

I ain't lookin' to kill nobody.

[cocks hammer]

Please.

Say something!

[gunshot]

[cocks hammer]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

We ride out and we don't-- we don't bother you no more.

You won't go tell Dillon?

I would never do that.

I can't.

Well, what about him?

Like you, he will do what he has to.

I never meant for your boy to die.

It was an accident.

It's the truth.

Rux let that rope loose, and your son was all right.

Got up, he started to run with that rope around his neck.

He got 20, 30 yards, and the rope got hung up on a rock.

He was hurt, but we couldn't do anything about it.

We got scared.

We started to run.

Scared.

Plenty scared.

That's the truth, so help me.

I mean, um, after the way we run him out of your camp

and how he died, there ain't nobody in the world

gonna believe our story.

The Marshal is a fair man.

An understanding man.

We walk in and own up to it, Rux.

He's gotta believe we didn't mean to kill that kid.

Why else would we turn ourselves in?

You believe us?

Yes, I do.

Well, right now, they're charged

with assault, Mr. Gorofsky.

From here on out, it will be up to the courts

to decide what happens to him.

I will testify as to what they have told me,

and that they could have killed us if they wanted to.

I would like to ask you a question, Marshal.

What's that?

If I had given you the testimony

that day you wanted it, would you have believed them?

Would the court?

I don't know, Mr. Gorofsky.

But it's a good question.

[clicks tongue]

[music playing]

ANNOUNCER: Stay tuned for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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