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[theme music]

NARRATOR: Gunsmoke, starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Welcome home, Bramley.

Welcome home.

[gunshot]

[horse whinny]

Drop your gun.

Right in the water.

Now get off your horse.

That's right.

Now put your hands on your hat.

What do you want mister?

Name's Stark, Louis Stark.

We've got some business, sonny.

Your name don't
mean nothin' to me.

I don't know who you are.

Well I'll give
you a little hint.

Snap 'em on.

[theme music]

You hurt?

Huh?

Any teeth loose?

[chuckle]

Fair enough.

You tried me.

I encourage a man
to try me, once.

If he's smart, he
learns his lesson.

If not, I plink his spine
just about beltline so's he

won't ever feel his legs again.

You take my meaning, sonny?

Yeah, I take it.

Now, later you can tell me
where you stole that crow bait.

State of Texas usually pays
the owner a little something.

And what do they pay
you, poster watcher?

Well, if you was a
dangerous murderer

or a famous highwayman, you
might fetch up to, oh, $1,000

or more.

There'd be a dozen trackers
snappin' at your tail.

But a little suck-egg
weasel like you

draws bottom price, $200.

Dead, $50.

I rarely tote 'em back dead.

There ain't no profit in it.

Head cleared some?

Hmm?

Yeah.

Now, let's get
you in a harness.

Sonny, I got one rule.

Break it and your
walking days are over.

Stay a little ahead
of me and to my right.

Hear me?

Yeah, I hear ya.

Yes, sir.

I hear ya.

How'd you get onto me?

There couldn't be a
bulletin out so soon.

No, no.

State of Texas don't
bother papering

the country for no suck-eggs.

Waste of money.

An old jailer friend of mine
wires me whenever one of you

sneaks free of
warden's hound dogs.

And that's how you
make a living, huh?

Mm-hmm.

Real good.

Collecting trash,
you might say.

But don't think it's always
been this way, sonny.

I've had my share
of the big prizes.

Is that a fact?

Mm-hmm.

Yessiree.

How would you like to make
one more decent pay day?

[chuckle]

Down over that
ridge, that's Dodge.

I got connections there.

You let me go, and
I'll get you $500.

Keep snapping.

All right, I'll make it
$1,000, five times what

you get for taking me back.

Mister, my pa owns a ranch on
the other side of that town.

He'll pay ya.

He can afford it.

What?

Don't you like money or to see
a man in chains that wallops ya?

You've got a smart mouth.

What do ya got to worry about?

If I'm lying, you can always
hang these irons on me.

I ain't worried.

If you're lying, I
won't need no irons.

I'll tote you back in a basket.

Yessiree, son.

Just a little old basket.

[chatter]

Hello, there.

Well, well, well.

If it isn't Adam Bramley.

We thought you'd left for good.

Well, Miss Russell and I
had wild ol' hoopteedos.

Ain't that a fact, Miss Russell?

What he's trying to say is that
I've thrown him outta here more

times than I care to remember.

She ain't no fun,
just ain't no fun.

Whiskey, if you please, ma'am.

Beer for the boy.

Well, one thing's improved.

At least you finally found a
friend who knows your size.

Miss Russell, Mr. Stark.

He's a kind of
stranger to our town.

Welcome to Dodge, Mr. Stark.

I thank you kindly, ma'am.

I understand your father hasn't
heard from you since you left.

Well, yeah, I've
been out of touch.

His horse fell out
from under him, Adam.

Bad spill?

He's in no condition
to run that ranch alone.

Marshal.

Adam.

Come on.

Hey, where do ya you're going?

You heard what she said.

Now, look.

I ain't gonna dodge
chuck holes all night.

We'll ride out there
in the morning.

Now, you do what
you want to do.

My pa is hurt and
I'm going to him.

Kitty.

Evening, Matt.

I see young
Bramley was in, huh?

Yep.

Did you tell him about his pa?

Yeah, I sure did.

That's why he left.

Who was that fella
who was with him?

Said his name was Stark.

I've seen him someplace before.

[galloping horses]

Adam.

Hi, Bo.

Adam.

I thought I'd
never see ya again.

How's pa?

Who are you?

How's pa, Bo?

He ain't well, Adam.

He ain't at all well.

Hey, Bo.

What the--

You shouldn't have come back.

You go on to bed, Bo.

I'll take it to him.

You shouldn't have come back.

Some tee pee.

That old daddy of yours
must be an outsized man.

You wouldn't leave here
too healthy if he found

out how we hooked up together.

Now, why do you think I rode
you through your town, boy?

So's we'd be seen
together-- insurance.

Anything happen to
me, my jailer friend

would wire every law office
in the West if I was missin'.

Along with a description of you.

I don't intend on
making any stir.

My pa would take me
back to finish my time.

Your daddy'd send
you back to jail?

He'd consider it his moral
duty to take me back himself.

That's the kind of outsized
man he is, Mr. Stark.

You'll find your sister
visiting the Stephens girl.

Well, that's all you've got
to say to me after three years?

Why'd you come home, Adam?

I heard you were hurt.

Where did you hear that?

The drifter I met said he
worked here for a while.

In California it was.

I don't remember his name.

California, huh?

Mm-hmm.

That's where I've been, pa.

I had a notion to try my
hand in the gold fields.

That didn't turn out too well.

I was back it the
mountains outta touch.

That's why I didn't write.

How are you, pa?

You got eyes.

Yeah.

Yeah, and I see
nothin's changed.

What'd ya expect?

A fatted-calf welcome?

No, no, no, because we never
forget in this house, do we?

Never.

It's a sign of
weakness to forget,

and we'll tolerate the
plague ahead of weakness.

Now, if you're through,
I got work to do.

I'm not through.
There's a man outside.

I owe him $1,000.

What for?

He staked me in California.

We were partners.

Well, next time he'll
show better judgment.

I owe him.

Now, it's not his
fault we didn't hit it.

Ain't mine.

You're refusing me?

NO.

When you left home, you
cut the strings, both ways.

I can work the money out.

There ain't no better drover.

Now, you know that.

I'll do anything you say.

Anything I say?

Yes, and I mean it, pa.

Good.

Then you tell your
friend you'll send

him the money as you earn it.

Now, run along.

I promised it now.

He can't wait.

You can start work tomorrow.

Didn't you hear me?

The man can't wait.

All right, all
right, all, right.

I'm not going to run out on you.

I promise.

I give you my solemn word on it.

You tell Charlie to
put you on tonight.

And you'll advance
me the money.

No.

It's always the same, ain't it?

You wrapped up
in that blowed up

opinion of yourself, playing god
the almighty giver of the word.

Don't you bandy the
Lord's name in this house!

The lightening rod of the law!

Not unless you're
on your knees!

Do you hear me?

Yes I hear you.

All my life I've
heard nothing else.

You got out the
world for me, pa.

When I was a little kid,
I got you and the Lord

and the devil so
mixed up, I couldn't

tell one from the other.

And you want to know
something pitiful?

If I was to get on
my knees right now,

I still wouldn't know
one from the other.

[ANGRILY] You get outta here!

I am you son, and I'm
asking you for help.

You were never my son.

You had everything, every
opportunity to be sitting

right there behind this desk.

I was waiting for you
for once in your life

to stand on your own two feet.
I was waiting--

Waiting for me to
sprout to halo too.

Get out!

Ooh!

Bo!

Bo!

Get a doctor.

Get Doc Adams right away, Bo!

Looks like you're about
to inherit a ranch, sonny.

[chatter]

[chickens clucking]

Where you been?

Admiring.

Yeah.

That old daddy of yours sure
done himself proud here.

Whole lotta spread out yonder.

How much you reckon your
daddy's worth, sonny?

I wouldn't know.

You must've run it
through your head sometime.

Only natural you being
his son and heir.

Hmm?

Well, I envy you, boy.

All my daddy left his whelps was
a field full of weevil cotton.

Half a that belonged
to the blood sucker who

owned the land we scratched on.

There was nine of us.

Rickets, runny nose,
ignorant as blow flies.

You know what I
done with my share?

Bought a pair a yellow shoes.

No boots, boy.

Genuine calf skin shoes.

You know, your daddy's awful
smart buyin' up them scrawny

yearlings this time a year.

Yeah, with the rick grass
we got, bringin' on feeders

pays off the overhead itself.

Hmm.
Real nice spread.

He had it 35 years
in the makin'.

Roughin' out prairie
grass and more dry wells

that he brought in.

I see prime beef draws $14
a head, railroad prices.

How many you reckon
your daddy run?

Don't you worry.

You're going to get your money.

I'll figure somethin'.

I'll be on my way.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Doc, you haven't
said how he is.

Your father's had
a heart attack.

Is it bad?

Bad?

Yes, but what's worse,
it was unnecessary.

You have any idea how long I've
been trying to get your father

to slow down, but he
had to take a spill

before he'd even listen to me,
and then he even bucked me.

Then we were making
a little progress.

Little by little,
he was beginning

to get at the hang
of what was probably

the toughest thing
that anybody had

ever asked him to do-- ease up.

Then you came back.

Bo told me about that fight.

That just might turn
out to be the biggest

load you've ever had on your
conscience-- if you've got one.

Seems like you're poison
to everybody around here,

'cept me.

[inaudible], help me down.

Watch it.

Ooh.

You told pa you
were at the Stephens.

Well, it's kind of
a private signal.

Whenever I'm gone overnight,
I'm always at the Stephens.

We finally come to an
understanding, pa and me.

Welcome home, baby brother.

How is he.

He doesn't look so well.

Well, let's get it over with,
then you can tell me everything

about where you've been.

Adam?

[door closing]

Oh, I see you finally got back
from visiting the Stephens.

Get him outta here.

Carrion eater.

Just waiting for me to drop.

Don't start rubbing
your hands, boy.

I intend to get out of this
bed, and when I do, you--

Pa!

--you better be
clear of my sight.

Now, pa.

It's all right, it's all right.

It's all right, Glory.

I was just leaving.

[door slams]

When did you take
this medicine last?

And as for you, my
fine fancy lady--

Don't start.

I'm the closest thing
to your dead wife

you'll see this
side of the grave.

Without me to keep
your memories alive,

you'd just plain wither and die.

Now--

Don't speak.

Don't you think I know
why you tolerate me?

You won't send me away,
and I'm not ready to go.

Now, when?

Uh, it's overdue, I guess.

Mm-hmm.

Hog swill.

You're wrong about
Adam, you know.

You always were.

Now, don't you start
telling me about Adam.

You know something, pa?

I can't ever remember your
stomping a downed animal.

It's only your son you
have no compassion for.

Reasons enough.

I don't want to upset you.

We'll talk about it later.

I'll be in in a
while to read to you.

Glory.

You're right, you know.

You do make me miss your mother.

I'm glad, pa.

Adam.

I want to talk to you.

Oh.

All right.

I do have my horse
to look after.

Excuse me, ma'am.

[door opens and closes]

Who is that man?

-A friend.
-Get rid of him.

Hmm?

I don't like his looks.

Get rid of him.

You don't know
anything about him.

Well, you know how pa can
size up a steer at a glance.

Well, I seem to have developed
that same talent for men.

Yeah, I've heard that before.

Adam.

I've never seen you run with
this kind of man before.

I owe him $1,000.

You want to tell me why?

Is that why you
and pa had a fight?

He wouldn't loan me the money.

And that surprised you?

I was glad to be home.

I was determined to hit
it off with him this time,

and I tried, Sis.

I swallowed my
pride and I tried.

He wouldn't give an inch.

Nothin'!

Nothin'!

-And you owe that man $1,000.
-And he won't wait.

He's a hard man to handle.

Is that all he wants from you?

What I owe him!

I'll handle him.

Mr. Stark?

I'm Glory Bramley,
Adam's sister.

Ma'am.

We don't usually
neglect our guests.

I'm afraid I must apologize.

Not necessary.

How's the patient?

Adam tells me he
owes you some money.

I hope he got a
good night's sleep.

My daddy used to say that was
the Lord's own prescription.

He really believed
that, but then one night

he just overdosed himself.

Never did get up again.

My older sister said
he just quit livin'.

Like an old plow horse that
just plods off and drops.

[chuckles]

The amount was $1,000.

Well, I see I been boring you.

I'm sorry.

Seems like the older
I get, the more them

home days just come back to me.

Mr. Stark.

Adam might was mentioned.

If you will take this into
Dodge, the manager of the bank

will draw it from my account.

Now, Miss Glory, no need
for you to trouble yourself.

It's no trouble.

I'm in no hurry.

Well, you see, I am.

Because I want you
off this ranch.

You did agree to $1,000.

That amount was
mentioned by your brother.

Oh, I see.

But you want more.

Like I said, I'm in no rush.

You're making a very
big mistake, Mr. Stark.

The only mistake
would be yours if I

was to tell the Marshal
why your little brother

belongs to me, horns and hide.

Suppose you tell me.

I got no business
with you, pretty lady.

Well, isn't there anything I
could do to change your mind?

Well, I-- I'm sorely
tempted, Miss Glory, but--

Ow!

Well, that wasn't friendly.

Mr. Stark, I'm afraid you
and I could never be friends.

[SINGING] Oh, my darlin', oh,
my darlin', my darlin' Glory

mine.

You're lost and--

[footsteps]

Oh, oh.

You boys are makin' a mistake.

Where'd you get those
scratches on your neck?

One more time.

How'd you get them
scratches on your neck?

Oh, well, that was the
doggonest thing that--

whatever happened, I just--

Oh!

Ah, ah, ah!

Unarmed man.

[fight sounds]

[chatter]

Ow!

You-- da--

[tumbling]

[grunt]

Ah!

[grunt]

Come around.

Ah!

[grunt]

[slaps]

Yeah.

All right.

All right, that's enough.

[thud]

Wait outside.

Go on, Charlie.

Let's go.

Are you ready to take
this now, Mr. Stark?

Yes, ma'am.

I've earned it.

Oof!

Woowee.

My head ain't connected
to my legs yet.

There was a time.

You must've been
quite a man, Mr. Stark.

Quite a man.

Well, thank you
for that, ma'am.

Get him on his horse and
ride him off the property.

You just sent me
back to prison.

So that's what it's all about.

Yeah, that's what
he's got on me.

I busted out of a Texas prison.

They gave me two
years of hard labor,

and they're going to give me two
more when Stark takes me back.

Stark's not taking
you anywhere.

I'll charge him with
assault, and he knows it.

He's not that easy
of a man to shake.

Why don't you tell pa?

I'd be in chains with pa
pouring hell fire over my hide

all the way back to Texas.

You're just like pa.

Stubborn blind.

All he ever wanted from
you was one truth, just

one simple truth, so he
could be sure he had a son

and maybe you'd know you
finally belonged someplace.

[saloon music]

Ruh.

[cough]

Ow.

[knock on door.]

Come in.

Marshal?

Hell Stark.

I understand you've been having
a little trouble there, huh?

Who said so?

What's all that?

Oh, just had a little
horse fall coming into town.

What brings you
around these parts?

Seem to be my own
business, wouldn't it?

You know, when a
man comes into Dodge

huntin' people for bounty,
I make it my business.

Well, I'm long outta
that line a work, Marshal.

I left the Rocky Mountain
Detective Agency long ago.

What field of work are you in?

Why, prospecting.

I thought I'd buy
up some supplies

and head out for Colorado.
-You know, Stark.

I don't care much for
the reputation you made

for yourself up in the Dakotas.

Just keep in mind we got a
little more law in Dodge.

I'll keep it in mind.

Evening, Marshal.

I thought you were supposed to
be out rebranding the yearlings

that are coming in here.

Stark is still in town.

So?

So I got to get to him and
find out what's on his mind.

Why don't you let him
make the next move?

Because I know
that move could be.

You listen to me, Adam.

The stupidest thing you can
do is to try to kill that man.

Do you hear me?
Adam!

[ANGRILY] Get outta my way.

Adam!

[knock on door]

Yeah?

[chuckle]

Well, sonny.

I figured you'd
show up about now.

Sorry about you
gettin' roughed up.

Mm-hmm.

I bet you are.

You got your $1,000
anyway, right?

I hear your daddy's outta bed.

Must relieve your mind
to know you didn't

shove him into his grave.

When you leavin'?

[chuckle]

Oh, yeah, yeah.

I see.

You got your $1,000
and a soft bed.

What more could a
man want, right?

Don't look like you'll be
inheriting soon, does it?

You've got the
money you wanted.

Mm-hmm.

From your pretty lady sister.

Sonny, I worked for that.

Woo woo, how I worked.

But from you, zero, nothing.

And you owe me.

All I've got is wages.

Maybe I can raise $300
or $400, but that's it.

That's trash!
Also like hauling trash.

I'm finished with you!

That's all I got!

Can't you hear me?

Why?

I'll tell you why, sonny.

[slap]

Look at my face, boy.

Look at my eyes.

My left one's stone blind.

Right one's half fogged.

Gun blew up in my face.

Put me out of the big
prize money forever.

I found me a diamond
in the garbage.

Tell me that ain't
so, and I'm going

to cut your throat right now.

Uh, all right.

You can come back whenever
you need money, all right?

Oh, no, no, no.

I'd be tied to you, boy.

You'd be a boil on my
backside forever more.

Stark, now I can't do any more.

I can't nothin'.

Yes, there is.

I'm going to explain
it to you right now.

Hmm?

[clatter]

Now, you got yearling cattle
delivered out on that spread.

Hmm?

I figure some of them
must be cash deals.

So?

So I figure your
daddy must have

some cash money in his safe.

About $5,000, huh?

Yeah.

Yeah, and I suppose the
next you're gonna to tell

me is to rob my pa, right?

I'm telling you I'm
going to be ridin'

along the southwest corner
of your fences in two hours

exactly.

I'm going to have
hand irons with me.

They're going to be for sale.

$5,000.

[ANGRILY] I ain't doin' it!

You don't show up, you better
be ready to take a little trip

back to that Texas jailhouse.

Hmm?

Two hours.

Time's a wastin'.

[door slams]

[whistling]

Clementine.

Well, not again, boys.

Boss wants to see you.

Boss?

Mr. Bramley, come on.

He's waiting for you up there.

What's he want?

If it's your hide,
we'll be glad to do

dig that 6 foot of dirt.

Your drover said
you wanted to see me.

Get off that horse.

Couldn't quite make up my mind
whether to kill you or not.

Kid finally come
running to you, did he?

No.

No, he didn't.

Maybe that's something.

I don't know.

With that gun on me, you must
know what's been going on.

I make a point of knowing
what's going on, Mr. Stark.

When Adam stopped writing
to his sister for money,

I had detectives
trace him, and they

caught up with him
just about the time

he busted outta that jail.

You knew all along.

I knew.

You gonna use that
thing or ain't ya?

That stupid young fool.

It was all waiting for
him, all that down there.

A man's love for his son
is a hard thing to shake.

There comes a point
when you just quit

waiting for him to measure up.

You concede defeat,
you might say.

I said I was
undecided about you,

but I know this-- I'm
not going to kill you.

I built all that
without killing a man.

That's an honorable
trait, Mr. Bramley.

You want your son back in jail?

I quit making
decisions for him.

Perhaps this last one.

There's a little better
than $7,000 here.

That's all the cash
I have on hand.

It's yours.

Take it.

Ain't never done
anything like this before.

Always earned my way.

Not too pretty sometimes,
but I earned it.

Still a man's chances have
a way of gettin' eliminated.

I wish I'd had a hand in
your chances, Mr. Stark,

but I guess now
I'm not quite man

enough to teach you the
lesson I'd like to teach you.

Don't fret too
much, Mr. Bramley.

Your daughter give me a
listen in Bramley manners.

All right.
Now get off this land.

Yeah, you got it,
all right, old man.

The eagle perched high,
backbone straight as a tree.

You know, another
time, another place,

you and I might find good
things to talk about.

I doubt it.

Miss Glory?

Stark.

Where is he?

-Up on the hill with pa.
-Come on.

-Now, wait a minute.
-Hold it!

Pa's got a gun.

He won't let us up there.

Glory?

Sonny?

What are you doing here?

Come to close out our deal.

You're not gettin' any money.

Taken care of.

Your daddy had all
the cash with him.

Understandable you couldn't
find any in the house.

What are you talking about?

You're off the hook, sonny.

Your daddy felt you
was worth the savin'.

From now on, you
can breathe easy.

Pa paid you off?

Say this for him, he's a man
who believes in top wages.

All right, hold it.

That's enough now.

Put 'em on, Stark.

Money belongs to
my father, Marshal.

You're going down
with me, sonny.

All the way.

Oh, why figure that?

You're just a belly full a
twists and turns ain't ya?

You told the
Marshal everything?

Yeah, he'll be taking me back.

But Stark will be goin' too.

Where's you father, Adam?

He's up on the hill.

Appreciate if I could
go see him first.

All right.

Seems like in this place, a
man just keeps gettin' bad news.

Charlie, better
pick up this money

and hold it for Mr. Bramley.

CHARLIE: All right.

Let's pick up this money.

[cattle mooing]

They got Stark,
pa-- the Marshal.

I mean, it got to
a point where I'd

have to be robbin' from you, and
that's one thing I couldn't do.

Well, I got to thinin' about
a couple other things too.

Me, your kid, when
you taught me to ride,

what you taught working cows.

Maybe you were right
more than wrong.

We're wrong most of the time.

You looked every man
square in the eye,

and that's something
you don't teach anybody.

He's got to have it in him.

Boil it down, pa.

It's been nothin' smart I ever
did, and maybe this sounds

like it isn't comin'
from me, but I

always had a fondness for ya.

When you get right down to it,
I guess you'd call it love.

I love you, pa.

Pa?

Pa?

Pa!

[sobbing]

Oh, my god.

[theme music]

NARRATOR: Stay tuned for scenes
from next week's Gunsmoke.