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[theme music]
NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke," starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.
[train chugging]
Silver Spings.
Next stop, Silver Springs.
Silver Springs, next stop.
Hello.
Hello.
Where you headed?
Caldwell.
Oh.
Um, Caldwell's where I'm getting off.
Maybe I could show you around.
Well, I really don't know too many people there.
But then I really don't know you, do I?
You do now. John McCabe.
[gasp]
All right.
You folks just relax and this pretty little lady
will get where she's going in good health.
Your gun.
[thud]
Get the train moving.
Now!
Go ahead.
They'll follow.
I'll have the little lady with me.
McCabe, the way things stand now,
you're only up for five years.
Take her with you, it'll be 20.
I'll talk a deal.
I'll turn loose of the girl and the gun.
In return, I want two days, 48 hours.
What for?
Deal or not, I don't think you got a choice.
Can we go together?
No irons?
All right.
[sobbing]
I'm sorry for roughing you up, miss.
Where are we headed?
Back where it all started.
[train whistle]
[theme music]
[goats bleating]
[wheezing]
Your father.
Is he here?
No.
No, he ain't.
Dobie.
He is coming.
He is.
He is coming.
Any time now.
[wheezing]
Just you watch and see.
Sure.
You'll see, Dobie.
I figure we'll circle the ridge rocks around to the west.
That's if you don't mind.
I thought you said we were headed due south.
Yeah, well, the south trail heads up through Boyd Flats.
I've had some trouble in that town before.
It's been a long time, but some people don't let go.
I only want you riding ahead of me.
You know how to trust a man, marshal.
Let's go.
[galloping]
What is it, son?
It's my ma.
She's-- who are you?
Well, my name's Matt Dillon.
I'm a United States Marshal.
How long she been dead?
Well, I'd say less than an hour, probably.
Well, I guess it's just as well.
After all these years, what was I going to say to her?
It's like I never been here before.
Even forgot what she looked like.
Sure didn't look like that.
She was pretty.
I remember.
She was pretty.
In sort of a wild way.
I didn't figure my leaving would hurt.
I figured she'd find herself another man right away
with her looks.
Hold it!
[gunshot]
[inaudible]
You killed her!
You killed her!
I hope they hang you!
Oh, I hope they hang you!
You know, Dobie, as soon as this is over,
we're going to be heading back to Dodge.
What are you going to do?
Coming with you.
All I'm thinking about is seeing that man
pay for what he done to my ma.
Dobie, you know, he's still your pa,
no matter what he's done.
No, he aint.
He ain't never been a father to me.
He rode off when I was four years
old, leaving her with nothing.
No money, nothing.
I watched my ma die, dry up and die like a meadow
that's had no watering.
She never stopped caring for him.
All the time, kept saying he'd come back,
kept saying it right to the end.
He came to see her buried.
Well, you know, even so, you shouldn't judge
him till you know his side.
His side?
An outlaw, a gunslinger who kills for pay?
I'll be watching him hang, right to the end.
I'm afraid you're in for a disappointment, sonny.
See, Dobie, I'm taking him back to Dodge on a robbery charge.
Get five years at the most.
I wouldn't die on you, kid.
Who are you going to hate?
That's enough.
No.
No.
No.
He might be heading for Boyd Flats.
What kind of trouble did you get into there?
Well, I killed a couple fellas in a fence war.
Friends won't be forgetting it.
I'm afraid what that kid said about wanting to watch me hang
just wasn't a lot of mouth.
Let's get busy.
Sheriff!
[knocking] Sheriff!
Sheriff!
Sheriff!
Sheriff!
Sheriff!
Hey, you!
You green pea, you go yelling like that around me,
and I'm warning I'll still your head
in that horse trough first.
Looking for the Sheriff.
Well, he's in there.
Got more yelling than a Comanche.
Sheriff.
What's all the noise?
McCabe. He's back.
He come back.
Where is he?
Out at my place.
Judy.
Fetch my gun belt, will you?
He alone?
Got a marshal with him.
A marshal?
Name's Dillon.
Dillon, huh.
Well, now, if he's in custody, why all the excitment?
But the marshal's taking him to Dodge City.
He'll just be going to jail.
He's wanted for hanging here.
You talk like you want him to hang, boy.
No matter.
He's wanted for two killings, ain't he?
Son, you're talking about your own pa.
I'm talking about killings.
Look, son.
The law's got your pa, so let it be there, all right?
Boy.
You say McCabe was back home?
Yeah, but not for long.
Marshal's taking him to Dodge.
How's your ma?
She died.
I'm sorry, boy.
He gets across that Kansas line, he'll be safer
than a tick in a hairy hound.
[crash]
All right, up, up, up!
MAN: Wait a minute.
[inaudible], we're riding.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
How come you're digging your spurs into us?
McCabe's back.
[galloping]
Vultures are here.
Town's where the kid went all right.
Figuring on me doing a rope dance.
Who are they?
Arcade outfit boys.
Feel my Adam's apple squeezing right now.
They won't be in no mood for listening to talk.
Well, I'll do the talking.
You just keep quiet.
Talk's not going to help.
[grunting]
Long time, Clay.
Bring your rope?
Yeah.
You'll get your trial.
Then the lynching, huh?
It'll be legal too.
All right, let's move him out.
Any fast moves out of you, and we push you onto some rocks,
save the trial money.
Now, you ain't worth a 3 cent bullet, but I'll donate one.
What'd you do to the marshal?
McCabe done it.
Combed his hair with a shovel.
Your pa was escaping.
You done the marshal a favor.
Go to see to the marshal, sonny.
I got to hand it to you, kid.
You say something, you mean it.
All right, let's go.
Hey, Sheriff.
They got McCabe.
We got a prisoner for you, Sheriff.
Name's McCabe, long wanted, remember?
I remember.
But how come he's here?
Well, the marshal had him, but he was escaping.
What are you trying to pull, Clay?
We bagged him, Sheriff.
He was heading for a horse.
You've got a hanging charge against this man, or don't you?
Skip all this talking.
We ought to be looking for a tree.
That's enough of that kind of talk, JW.
That's just what I mean.
I'll be talking to Judge Clairborne about this.
Well, maybe the judge has a better memory than you have.
Don't tell me my place, Clay.
I don't like you telling me mine.
All right, inside, McCabe.
It's been a real pleasure, McCabe.
Come on.
When you buried her, I should've been here.
Dobie, did you tell those men your pa was here?
He was escaping.
Besides, he's going to get a trial.
You coming into town with me?
He's going to get a trial.
Ain't nothing wrong with a man getting a trial.
[chattering]
Shut up.
[gavel]
Sit down, Clay.
What sort of men were Tom and Jess Scott?
They were my friends.
These were good, hardworking cowhands.
Not a gunhand like him.
MAN: Yeah, not like him.
[chattering]
[gavel]
All right, you can step down.
That's three witnesses that seen you gun down the Scott boys.
Anything to say?
Do any good?
Before proceeding, you've got a choice.
How do you want to be tried?
Judge or jury?
[murmuring]
I'll take my chances with you, Judge.
All right.
You can get on the witness stand then.
[galloping]
Sheriff, that man was in my custody.
Well, the way I heard it, he was trying to escape.
That made him a wanted man on the run.
So we brought him here.
I'm claiming him as my prisoner.
SHERIFF: Fact is though, he's my prisoner, marshal.
[gavel]
Hey, you two law men over there,
you're holding up this trial.
You got any talking to do, take it elsewhere.
Maybe we can talk it over in my office.
Jail just down the street.
Now, let's proceed.
Judge, are we going to have any trouble from that marshal?
You done anything to figure on trouble?
No.
So let's get on with it.
Prisoner was legally remanded for trial--
that's my sole concern.
I appreciate your situation, marshal.
But it looks like your prisoner outfoxed himself.
Well, that may be, you know, but I've always understood
that the prisoner would be returned to the lawman that
originally had him.
Well, now, the judge already went over that point.
The way he saw it, McCabe could be bound over for trial here.
Unless maybe the governor sees it different.
Well, now, I don't figures anybody around here
of going against the governor.
He got a telegraph office in town?
Railroad depot is the nearest one, about a two-hour ride.
I can send someone if you think it's best if you stay here.
Well, I'd sure appreciate it if he's dependable.
Lennie's a good boy, reliable.
Why don't you go write out your message?
Lennie.
Yes, sir.
I want you to take that message when he gets done out to depot.
I want you to stay there till you get an answer, understand?
Yes, sir.
And if you do get an answer, you
hightail it back here like the devil himself was after you,
you hear?
Yes, sir.
You denying you killed him?
No.
Big question is why.
Because I'd be dead if I hadn't.
[murmuring]
Prodded you into it is your story, huh?
Well, with the lead flying over that fence,
man has to figure he has to get his licks in first.
The Scott boys weren't no part of this feud.
They even had their hands raised.
[shouting]
I saw their hands!
I saw their hands!
I saw their hands.
They weren't over their heads.
Hands were going for guns, the way I saw it.
He's lying.
Shut up. [gavel] You had your say before.
That all you got to say?
Yeah.
Well, you can step down then.
Only got your word that they was drawing, McCabe.
Fact is you was a gunhand long before you come to Boyd Flat.
That's right.
He was a gunhand.
[chattering]
[gavel]
Any of you folks out there got anything pertinent to say
that could help the defendant?
No.
[shouting]
Stand up, Mr. McCabe.
I reckon this ought to do it, Judge.
Get that rope out of my sight.
This is a legal hearing, and the sentence
is going to be just as legal.
I've thought it out.
You're guilty in my mind.
I sentence you to hang.
The scaffolding will be constructed--
Judge, all we need's that old beam.
Quiet!
Mr. McCabe.
Tomorrow.
Noon.
You'll hang by your neck until dead.
And may God have mercy on your soul.
[hammering]
I don't see how you can sleep with all
that hammering going on.
Well, now, you know, to me, that's kind of like a lullaby.
Oh, it's a little shy on melody, a little loud on noise,
but soothing as a lullaby.
[laugh]
[hammering]
That telegram you sent to the governor,
think it'll do any good?
Oh, I sure hope so, Dobie.
What if the governor turns us down?
Us?
I thought you wanted to see your pa hang.
Well, I did.
I mean, I do, but the way they were acting at that trial,
they were pleasuring themselves with it.
And you're not, huh?
Well, I got a right after what he did to my ma,
running off and leaving her with no money or nothing.
And just what reason did he have for leaving her and not coming
back until it was too late?
Dobie, why don't you go ask your pa that question?
I don't think the sheriff would have any objection
to your seeing him.
[hammering]
Something plaguing you, boy?
I don't understand some things.
All that time you left us alone--
Why didn't I come back?
Because I didn't want to get my head shot off.
But if you loved my ma, then--
I didn't.
Then how come you married her?
Is it that hammering out there?
Knowing you sicced the wolves on me?
Knowing when you see me hang, you had a hand in it?
Got no stomach for it now, huh?
You in here trying to ease your conscience?
Every day, she used to watch from the farm,
expecting to see you come riding over the rise.
Said you'd be coming back.
Said it to her dying breath, like-- like you'd
be carrying a whole new life in your saddle bag.
But you knew different.
That made you smarter than her.
Your mother was a good woman.
I met her when I was heading for Mexico.
Coming out of Missouri.
Running?
Yeah, I was running.
When you make your living with a gun,
you don't make roots or friends.
You get cut out of life.
Loneliness can choke you, worse than any rope.
Passing through, I met your ma.
She was lonely too.
And she just buried her pa.
She was scared and lonely.
Maybe we were two of a kind.
Nobody around here knew who I was,
so I decided to stay a while.
Not loving her?
Don't let it turn you inside out, boy.
I never cared for nobody.
Started out, I couldn't afford to.
Turned out it wasn't in me.
But you did come back.
Well, I got that letter from your ma.
Said she was ailing.
Maybe not living too long.
So kind of funny the way things turned out.
But I guess I came back for you.
Me?
MCCABE: You.
Why?
Well, because you're going to be alone.
But you didn't care for any--
Sure don't let go, do you, boy?
I-- I don't even know what I was going to do with you.
Better get.
Come on, beat it.
Did you see him?
He says he came back for me.
Well, he could be telling the truth, Dobie.
I'll tell you one thing, he came back even though he
knew we were tracking him.
He-- he talked about being alone and scared.
Meeting my ma.
It-- it don't figure out right.
What's that?
Fighting with guns and being scared at the same time.
Well, as a matter of fact, Dobie,
those two things do go together.
See, a man that lives by the gun, he's got to be scared.
Why he keeps on doing it, well, that's something else again.
Maybe just to prove to himself that he's a man.
Talking to him, I-- I started thinking back about something.
When I was very little.
Remembering him.
Well, then, you do remember.
Not his face.
We-- I was on a horse.
He was teaching me how to ride.
I remember falling off.
Him picking me up.
I was crying.
I think.
Kept holding me and-- he kissed me.
Please don't let him hang.
Please, God, don't let him hang.
What time's it going to be?
A little after 6:00.
Should be hearing from the governor soon.
I sure hope so.
Marshal.
Talk to you a minute?
What happens to the kid, alone down here?
Well, he's been more or less alone for a long time now.
Yeah, but I keep thinking about it now.
Well, you have any family anywhere?
Only family we had was each other.
If, um-- if I don't make it, will you look after him?
I mean, sort of see if he's got some kind of direction
to be heading.
I'll talk to him.
Seeing what used to be my land caused me to recollect I could
have had a good life here if I'd have hung up my gun
and tended my horses.
Yeah.
Why didn't you?
I wish I knew.
Sure wish I knew what sends me riding
instead of thinking things out.
[laughter]
[SLURRED] Hey, kid.
You had your breakfast yet?
Not hungry.
How about a soda pop?
Ain't never seen a kid turn down a soda pop.
Come on. -Me neither.
No, no.
So what happens if the governor says to give
him back to the marshal?
He'll ride out of this town laughing.
I know the governor.
He'll go along with what the judge said.
Hey, Pete.
Get my friend here a soda pop.
I don't think I want one.
Now, don't frighten that boy, Kipp.
I ain't frightening the kid.
I'm just trying to be friendly.
Come on, sit down.
Sit down!
Sit down, Kipp.
I still think the governor's going
to go along with the marshal.
MAN: You don't know the governor.
CLAY: What do you mean I don't know the governor?
I know the governor.
I seen the governor.
I used to work at the Bar W Ranch,
and the governor come out there one day.
MAN: Come out just there just to meet you, did he?
Hey, kid.
You want that soda or don't you?
I guess.
[chattering]
There you go.
Thank you.
Thanks for the soda.
It's all right there, kid.
Yeah, see you, kid.
It was me who got you in here.
Maybe this will get you out.
There's only one way McCabe can get out of that office,
is through that front door.
Why don't you just tell the sheriff McCabe
got himself a gun from the kid?
'Cause there's still a chance he might be
riding out of this town if the governor
sees it the marshal's way.
What happens to us if we kill him?
Escaped prisoner carrying a gun?
He ain't got no rights.
Boy, you sure must have been close to them Scott boys.
Well, they were good boys.
They were working for me.
That's enough for me not to let up.
When do you think he'll try to break?
Let's get us settled right now.
Come on.
Sure could use a cup of that, Sheriff.
Why not?
Thanks.
Now, let's, uh-- just keep it nice and easy.
Marshal's out there talking to the judge right now.
Well, I'm not waiting around with my neck as the stakes.
Your gun.
Keys.
Pa! Pa!
It's a trap!
They're waiting for you!
[gunshots]
Don't shoot my pa!
Please!
Pa!
All right, I'll handle this.
Get up, McCabe.
Hold it, Clay.
Put the guns away.
Go on.
You all right, boy?
Yeah, but you're not.
I've had worse.
Seems like we got a man doing nothing but escaping.
[galloping]
Where's the sheriff?
He's locked up.
All right, go let him out.
It's official, Clay.
He's in my custody.
Well, now, maybe we're not standing for it.
Man's been sentenced to hang.
We've got a lot of willing hands able to do it.
Don't be a fool, Clay.
This badge walks in, takes it away from us.
Now, who's with me?
It's official.
Now, don't be a fool.
He's my prisoner.
You disputing that, Clay?
Clay?
Maybe I fired too fast.
Then maybe I was scared, scared as they were.
I wish it never happened.
I'm saying I'm sorry.
All right, let's tear that scaffold down.
Well, I've got some money in the Cimarron Bank.
Maybe it'll help you put some stock on that place of yours.
Place ain't worth working no more.
Besides, I ain't staying down here.
Where you going?
Figure to Dodge with you.
Why?
I'm just going to be in the Kansas state prison.
Be a time when you'll be getting out.
And?
Well, that money you're talking about,
just might buy us a piece of land
in Kansas, something for you to come back to,
something for us to work together at.
Together.
Don't you ever learn, boy?
Told you, never cared for nobody.
Except you came back.
Know something, Marshal?
That kid's got the hardest head I've ever seen.
Wonder where he got it.
[hammering]
[music playing]
NARRATOR: Stay tuned for scenes from next week's "Gunsmoke."
[theme music]
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