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"Gunsmoke"-- starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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[wind howling]

MAN [VOICEOVER]: He's guilty!

Hang him!

Hang him, Judge!

[gavel banging]

JUDGE [VOICEOVER]: I hereby sentence you to be hanged

by the neck until you are dead.

[crowd arguing]

[gunshots]

[screaming]

MAN [VOICEOVER]: Stop!

Stop!

Don't hang him!

Don't hang him!

Let him go!

Don't hang him!

Let go of me!

Stop!

Don't hang him!

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MAN [VOICEOVER]: Don't do it!

Don't hang him!

Don't hang him!

Don't hang him!

NEBS: Howdy, mister.

Ain't-- ain't no call to be pointing that thing at me,

mister.

I ain't worth the bullet.

Hey, name is Nebs.

Folks around here call me Nebs.

Folks around here?

Oh, I don't mean you-- ain't nobody in Dode town no more,

'cept me.

Them old mines back up in the hills there, I scratch through,

get a little dust now and then.

Enough for a bottle over at Dodge City.

Dodge City, that's down by the river now.

Head out thataway.

Trail's easy.

They still got the same law man, name of Dillon?

NEBS: Marshall Dillon?

Sure, nice fella.

What about his woman, Kitty Russell, Doc Adams, they

still around?

His Kitty runs the Longbranch, hehe, where I buy my bottle.

And ol' Doc, he's still there, yeah.

Head out.

Huh?

I said head out.

And don't come back.

-I live here. -Aye!

Aye!

Ya near shot my ear half off.

Want me to try for the other half?

I was leaving no how.

Just take it easy, mister.

You head west.

Uh-- Dodge is thisaway.

There ain't nothing out here.

Colorado's over those hills, about 100 miles.

Nice country.

Yeah.

Nice country.

Don't come back.

No, don't worry.

I always did like Colorado.

Yeah.

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Something I can help you with, mister?

Oh, it's just gotten to be quite a town.

Oh yeah, it's growing all right.

You sound like you been away a long time.

I never been here before.

Evening, Doc.

Hi, Festus.

You about done making your rounds, are you?

Yes, I am.

And I'm glad too.

'Cause it's been a long day, I'll tell you.

It's gonna be a longer night for me.

I just got a telegraph from Matthew,

saying that he wouldn't be in till late tomorrow night.

Oh, well, that's fine.

Because that'll give you a chance

to make a couple of extra days pay as being a deputy.

And that way you can probably settle up some of your bills.

Doc, I don't owe nary a soul inn this whole town.

Oh, is that so?

I've always considered myself numbered among the souls

in this town.

Well, just hold on now.

You saying that I owe you some money?

You're getting close to my meaning.

Well, I ain't got no crystal ball, you know.

Why don't you send me one of them

tally sheets that tells what I owe, if I do owe something.

No, I wouldn't want to do that.

I wouldn't want to subject you to that kind of eye strain.

Oh, smart aleck.

It ain't no trouble reading a couple of little ol' words

and a couple of little ol' figures on no piece of paper.

DOC: Oh, since you learned to read so well all of a sudden,

tell me just exactly what does it say on that badge?

What does it say, exactly?

Well, says I am a Deputy United States Marshal.

It says, I am a Deputy, United States Marshall?

[scoff]

Nobody but an old quackity-quack sawbones

would ask such a question as that

Evening, deputy.

Evening.

Marshal around?

No, he's went out of town.

Won't get back till tomorrow.

Anything I can help you with?

No, I don't think so.

Thank you.

Whiskey, ma'am.

I'll get it, Sam.

Thank you.

Haven't we met before?

First time in Dodge City, Miss Russell.

You seem to know who I am.

Well, I guess just about everybody knows

about the Longbranch Saloon in Dodge

and the woman that runs it.

[laughter]

Um-- Sam, if it stays this quiet, we can close up early.

Right, Miss Kitty.

Refill?

What time's early, Sam?

What?

Closing time on a quiet night.

Oh, around 11 o'clock.

You can leave the bottle, Sam.

I got some drinking to make up.

Fact is, I got a lot of things to make up.

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[clocks ticking]

[knocking on door]

I'm sorry to bother you, mister.

I wanted to get a few supplies, if it

wouldn't be too much trouble.

Mister, do you know what time it is?

I'm closed.

I'm just trying to get my monthly inventory done.

Well, it'll only take a few minutes.

I wanted to get on the trail before sunup.

Cash on the barrelhead?

I guess I wouldn't be much of a businessman

if I turned away a cash customer.

Thank you.

MERCHANT: That big enough for you?

That's just fine.

One whole chicken.

In a can?

It's something new, just came in yesterday.

Better take a can opener to open it with though.

It'll cost you a penny.

It's well worth it.

What do you do with it?

Oh, it's a kind of a knife-edge-like thing made

especially for opening cans.

See, you just ram it down the edge and walk it around.

Does a good job.

All right.

What'll they think of next?

Well, it's a modern world, friend.

Something new all the time.

These sort of things ain't like they were in the old days.

Only sometimes I wish they were.

Things was a lot simpler.

Opened this store about oh, 12 years ago.

I could take an inventory in 15 minutes.

Now it takes me half the night.

Yes sir.

In the old days, things was a lot easier.

Easier?

Kinda, things considered.

If you say so.

You gonna take a picnic basket on the trail, mister?

Oh.

Picnic.

Picnic.

Better drink up, boys.

We're going to be closing in a few minutes.

FESTUS HAGGEN: You tie my horse and the buggy

when you take it around back of the saloon, all right?

Well, why don't I just park the rig out in front?

Well, if a gentleman wants to take a moonlight buggy ride,

he doesn't want to announce it to the whole town.

Does he?

Huh?

Now you, try not to remember.

OK?

Oh, I forgot already.

Goodnight, Miss Kitty.

I'm sorry. I'm closing.

Oh, well, I was just wondering if maybe I could buy some wine

from you, Miss Russell?

Some wine?

For my picnic.

A couple bottles.

What kind do you want?

Well, maybe something you'd be partial to, Miss Russell.

Well, I have some burgundy from Sonoma,

California at $1.50 a bottle.

And then I have some French champagne,

shipped up from New Orleans.

That's $10 a bottle.

$10?

Figuring the clipper shipped from Bordeaux,

I guess it's not too outrageous.

[laughter]

Well, looking at you, Miss Russell,

I'd say you prefer the champagne.

I'll take two bottles.

Good customer ought to be able to buy

some whiskey after hours.

Champagne from France.

I remember back when saloons in this part of the country

were nothing more than dirt floors and plank bars.

That's the way the Longbranch started a long time ago.

15 years to be exact.

Seems more like yesterday, the way time passes.

The way time passes, Miss Russell,

depends on how one spent his time.

You know, I can't help but feel that I know you from someplace.

No, you don't know me, Miss Russell.

Not yet.

Not yet?

We'll have time to get acquainted on our picnic.

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-Some kind of a joke? -Lock the doors.

Don't do anything foolish, Miss Russell.

[door locks]

Back door.

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-You drive. -Now, look.

If you--

I don't like a woman who talks too much.

Get in.

Where to?

Old Dodge town.

Old Dodge?

Drive.

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What's this all about?

I told you, we're going to have a picnic.

I usually like to be asked about such things.

Your answer wouldn't have made any difference, Miss Russell.

And I suppose you're expecting someone to come looking for you

pretty quick.

Maybe.

Well, consider them invited to the picnic too.

[bell tolls]

Whoa.

Drive right in there, Miss Russell.

[laughter]

[breathing heavily]

Miss Russell?

I'm sorry if that news frightened you, Miss Russell.

You're too pretty to hang.

[door opens]

[door creaks]

[gasps]

Ah!

I'm a man of limited patience.

What do you-- what do you want with me?

Got a place for you to sleep till morning.

You'll feel better.

We'll have a picnic.

You putting me in jail?

Sometimes you just have to make do, ma'am.

In here, Miss Russell, please.

Would you mind telling me how long

you plan on keeping me in here?

That depends on a number of things.

Well, I have plenty of time to listen it would seem.

You were right about something, Miss Russell.

We have met.

Maybe you can pass the time figuring out where.

[whistling]

Oh morning, Miss Russell.

Hope you had a good night.

Did ya?

Sure is a beautiful morning.

I'll bet this is the first time you ever

had a picnic in the morning.

I've had a few first times lately.

You ever ride out here, Miss Russell, think of the old days?

Yeah, a few times.

Hmm.

Must be nice to have some good times to look back on.

Sometimes that's all you have.

[sigh]

Thinking back.

I never knowed a scratch on the ear could hurt so powerful bad,

Well, that's because you let it get infected.

I still don't like the looks of it.

But at least it's all cleaned up.

How'd it happen?

Huh?

Who shot you, Nebs?

Ain't nobody shot me, Doc.

Here, hold still.

It were that there-- that there nail.

Nebs, I've seen enough bullet wounds

that I know one when I see one.

What in thunder you so darned all fired nervous about?

I ain't nervous.

Just hurting, that's all.

I'm taking off for Colorado, got to hurting so bad.

I figured maybe iffin' I sneaked in here to see ya--

What do you mean, sneaked in?

You don't have to sneak in here to see me.

You know that.

And what in thunder you going to Colorado for without saying

goodbye to anybody?

Well, I-- I mean, I didn't sneak off nowheres.

I figured I'd go on up to Colorado.

Anyway, what right you got to be hoor on me?

I can go where I please.

That's right, Nebs.

You can go where you please.

But I sure would like to see that ear in a couple of days.

You can't do it. I'm going to Colorado.

All right, since you're being so stubborn about it,

I'll get a little stubborn with you.

How about the $7 you've owed me for doctor bills

since I can't remember when?

Sorry about that, Doc.

I'll send it to you from Colorado.

Ah, to the old days, Miss Russell.

You were here then.

As a boy, laying in my bed at night,

listening to the sounds in the street.

Feeling that I still had life ahead of me.

And knowing that one day I'd be a part of it.

To the old days-- to a very beautiful woman of the present.

I'm telling you, old Nebs was nervous.

He was acting like a scared jackrabbit.

He just couldn't wait to get out of town.

Well, that ain't just saying that

he couldn'tve cut his ear on a nail, like he said he done.

I told you, he didn't cut his ear on a nail.

It's a bullet wound.

Are you thinking that there's some scalleywagging

going on up in old Dodge that maybe I

don't want to be looking into?

Well I don't know.

It could be.

Doc?

Sam, what's the matter?

Oh, I'm worried about Miss Kitty.

Why?

Well, I come to work this morning

and she isn't around, nowhere.

Well, did you check her room?

Yeah, I knocked.

And there wasn't no answer.

So I peaked in and her bed hadn't even been slept in.

Well, maybe she went someplace.

She wouldn't do that without telling somebody.

And then Hank came by a while ago, you know, for his usual.

He said something that didn't make any sense at all.

A fella-- a stranger-- rented a buggy from him last night.

He wanted the buggy delivered to the back door

of the Longbranch.

Now, I looked out there.

And sure enough, there's buggy tracks.

And they're heading towards the north road.

I'd better get to tracking them tracks.

Sam, you get a hold of Newly for me

and tell him to look after things till I get back.

Will you? -All right.

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Now I'm curious as to what's going to happen next.

Well, that depends on how soon someone decides to come

looking for your whereabouts.

Doesn't it worry you that there might be

a posse coming into this town?

Hmm.

Well, now, I really doubt that anyone's

going to be worried about a buggy wheel

leading off into the moonlight.

And if they come looking for you, I think they'll be-- well,

they'll be looking discreet.

Discreet.

I don't expect an answer.

But what's the point to all this?

Well, that you'll know when it's all over, Miss Russell.

When what's all over?

[donkey braying]

Get in there.

[bell tolls]

Drop it or you're a dead men.

Do what he says, Fetus.

FESTUS HAGGEN: Miss Kitty.

[gun drops]

Now, come on over here.

Over there.

Open it up.

Get in. And lock it.

I guess if the marshal was in town

he'd be the one out looking for her.

Right?

I reckon he would.

Doc Adams in town?

Ought to be.

I guess we'll need him out here.

You two have something to talk over.

[sigh]

I don't have a single answer, Festus.

What in the tarnation he be wanting Doc out here

for, less than somebody's hurt?

Or gonna be.

[horse hooves trotting]

[bell tolls]

[bell tolls]

Well, whoever built this place sure aimed

for it to stay for awhile.

It's awful stout.

If I could just place him--

[rattling bars]

Of all the twiddly-brain plum out dumb headedest things

that I've ever did is come a-riding into this town

just like I was a-going to a church social.

Festus, that wall is better than two-feet thick.

Well, I can't just sit here without a-thinking

I'm doing something.

He was a young boy, growing up with this town.

You mean you don't remember him from then?

Oh, Festus, there must have been 50 to 100 new faces

passing through here every day.

Well, Miss Kitty, you reckon he could've

got into a ruckus in the saloon and maybe got his self throwed

out of the old Longbranch?

That's the big puzzle, Festus.

I don't think he was old enough to be in a saloon 15 years ago.

Hmm.

[knock on door]

What can I do for you?

Uh, the Deputy needs you, Doc.

The Deputy?

Festus?

Mule threw him.

I came across him with a busted leg.

Where is he?

Place north of here.

Dodge town, I think they call it, something like that.

I'll ride out there with you, and show you

where I got him bedded down.

All right, fine.

But first, tell you what.

Go down by the marshal's office and see a young fella down

there by the name of Newly.

Newly?

Tell him what we're going to do.

And I'll meet you downstairs right away.

All right, Doc.

Old town?

Old Dodge town, I think they call it.

I'll ride out with Doc and see if I

can help him with the Deputy.

Say, just a minute.

Was Festus out there alone?

Oh, well, he said something about trying

to pick up buggy tracks.

Well, thanks for your help, friend.

Yeah, sure.

[hitting wall with rock]

How's it going?

[breathing heavily]

If I had me a week, I might dig a hole big enough to peep

out of with one eyeball.

That's about all.

He brought Doc back all right.

What's that for?

That's for somebody special, Doc.

Now don't give me any trouble.

Would you mind explaining that?

Later, Doc.

Get down please.

Now you won't be needing that, Doc.

Well, you said Festus had a broken leg.

I'll break it for ya, if it'll make you feel better.

Over there.

He's coming.

He's coming.

Well, I'm sorry I can't make you more comfortable.

Well, if you're concerned, you might

tell us what you're up to.

I don't think that'd help, Doc.

Looking into the future never gave anyone peace of mind.

Who's that noose for?

It's not for you, Miss Russell.

Thanks.

DOC: Wait a minute, I wonder-- could

it be that you think you've got someone against Marshal Dillon?

News for the Marshal.

That'd be a twist, wouldn't it?

FESTUS HAGGEN: Oh you're getting a big thump out

of playing your little game.

Ain't you?

Game.

DOC: Wait a minute.

Why in tarnation don't you tell us what you're going to do?

It's the end of the picnic, Doc.

Picnic?

FRED GARTH: The moment of truth, as the saying goes.

NEWLY O'BRIEN: I keep thinking it all sounded funny.

First Miss Kitty leaving town, then Festus's mule

throwing him, no word from Doc.

MATT DILLON: Well, I'll go over to Old town, look around.

You say you never saw this man before?

No, sir.

He was a stranger to me.

But the way he talked, always half smiling.

Kind of man you don't take up to right off.

Well, I should be back before dark.

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[suspenseful music playing]

Take cover, Matt!

Woman gets a bullet you don't come out, Marshal!

Over here!

Drop the gun.

Come on.

Who are ya?

Name's Fred Garth, Marshal.

We met awhile back, if you remember.

Yeah, I remember.

Fred Garth.

That's it.

That-- that-- now I know.

Go on over there, Marshal.

What are you going to do with those people in there

All in good time, Marshal.

[scream]

Don't.

Put those cuffs on.

Put the other end through that ring.

And give me the key.

15 years ago in this town, I was chained

to that post like an animal, a bullet in my leg.

Well, you came into town, shot up the street,

and killed a deputy!

I was trying to save my father.

Well, your father was convicted of murder

and legally sentenced.

Except he was innocent.

Matt Dillon arrested your father after the shootout.

He only told what he saw.

Why are you taking it out on him?

Because his words carried a lot of weight, how he saw it.

I think he has something coming.

MATT DILLON: All right.

If it's me you're after, then let the rest of them go.

No, later, Marshal.

I haven't decided who I'm going to hang yet.

I can't hang a woman.

And the deputy here wasn't around then.

So I guess it's you, Doc.

What?

I'm going to hang the doc.

Well, the Doc ain't never did nothin' to ya.

Why you fixing to hang him?

Exactly the point.

He's as innocent as my father was.

And I watched it all.

And now you're going to watch it, Marshal.

Learn how it feels, knowing a man is innocent.

Your words took my father's life, Marshal,

and a good part of mine.

15 years in prison, Marshal.

Nothing personal, Doc.

[suspenseful music playing]

It's getting awful tough to break through, Doc.

There's a whole 'nother solid wall in back of this one.

[grunting]

He's mad, Doc.

Whole blame thing just don't seem real.

tell me what to do, Doc.

My head's a-getting all mudly and fogged up.

Well, I'm nothing thinking too clearly

myself right now, Festus.

Garth, 12 men found your father guilty.

On you words, Marshal.

Like I said, Doc, nothing personal.

Unlock it.

Don't do it, Doc.

Come on out.

Close it and lock it.

You know, Doc kinda reminds me of my pa.

[suspenseful music playing]

Garth, you're going to be hanging yourself.

Keep missing the point, Marshal.

[suspenseful music playing]

Hop on the box, Doc.

[grunting]

[suspenseful music playing]

Garth!

My father was asked if he had anything to say.

Garth, don't do it!

Exactly how I felt on that day, Marshal.

I'll see you get a proper burial, Doc.

[suspenseful music playing]

Garth!

FRED GARTH: Hiya!

Fest-- Festus!

Festus!

That's the way it was, Marshal.

The way it was.

Now you know.

I'm all right, Doc.

But you better let them out.

Pa was innocent.

How do you know?

Because he told me he was.

He never lied to me.

He never-- lied.

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[bell tolls]

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ANNOUNCER: Stay tuned for more scenes

from next week's "Gunsmoke."

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