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NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke."

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

[man laughing]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[laughing]

[coughing]

Hey!

Deputy!

Must have a rock hard belly, the way you

been crawling along that ground!

[gunshot]

[man laughing]

[gunshot]

[man laughing]

[gunshot]

[grunts]

[donkey braying]

[laughing]

[gunshot]

[laughing]

[gasping]

[thud]

[chuckles]

[water trickles]

--[chuckles] First your mouth, Deputy,

then your nose get bone dry.

[chuckles] They swell up.

And then they crack open.

[laughs]

And you get loony in the head.

[laughs] And, and you die slow.

[gasping]

[theme music]

[fire crackling]

Freezing cold at night.

Just ain't no comfort no place.

You listening to me, Ruth?

I'm gonna find us a way out.

You're gonna be back in Dodge and, and then

you and me, you and me--

[fire crackling]

--[panting] I promised you Dodge City, Ruth.

I ain't gonna make it.

You're gonna have to go on on your own.

Make no sense the both of us dying.

Go on, now.

Go on!

Go on, Ruth!

[donkey braying]

Ruth, no.

Go on like I told you to.

[laughs] You good for nothing old--

Shoot, Miss Kitty.

Doc couldn't catch no fish if, if it

jumped right out of the water and bit him on the finger.

MISS KITTY [VOICEOVER]: Festus?

You look plum wore out.

I am tired, Miss Kitty.

Been helping old Toad Mosley fix his fence.

MISS KITTY [VOICEOVER]: Well, how about a beer?

What's that you're saying, Miss Kitty?

MATT [VOICEOVER]: Eli Maddox was seen down near Bark

Station in the territories.

Ain't you gotta go to Hayes, Matthew?

MISS KITTY [VOICEOVER]: Here you are, Festus.

Much obliged, Miss Kitty.

Matthew?

I can track down that Maddox fellow myself.

No trouble at all.

DOC [VOICEOVER]: Look at that one!

That's a good three pounder!

Tell me again about my store-bought feather hooks.

Oh fiddle, Doc.

You--

[gunshots]

[gun clicking]

Ain't nothing real.

[vulture screeching]

[gunshots]

[gunshots]

[wind blowing]

[man laughing]

I'm gonna get ya, Maddox!

[gunshots]

[banging]

[horse whinnies]

[creaking]

[banging]

[creaking]

[banging]

Why was you shooting at me?

I want to know who you are!

[laughing]

You.

You ain't even real.

[bang]

[sloshing]

Here you are, Ruth.

You get the rest of this.

You're gonna be the one to get us out of here.

There you are, partner.

[grunts]

Adam Cleary.

Ridgetree.

Yeah.

Well Marshal, uh, Festus was plum out of his head

when I first found him.

He was rambling on about gila monsters and vultures

and somebody a-shooting at him.

Didn't make no sense at all.

Found him out in the salt flats, you say?

Yes, sir.

And dying of thirst.

And these animals almost went crazy when they

had the first smell of water.

--[sighs] Well, we're grateful to you, Mr. Stocker.

Marshal?

Doc sent me.

Festus has come to, but he's still in pretty bad shape.

He says you can speak to him for a minute or two if you want.

MATT: Thanks again, Mr. Stocker.

Uh, my pleasure, Marshal.

Festus, it's still not clear to me.

You say you were tracking this Eli Maddox.

You had a shootout with him, and you buried him in the desert.

I don't know, Matthew.

My head's all muddledy.

Well, think back.

Try and remember this second man.

Ain't sure that there even was a second man.

Oh, there was one, all right.

At least that horse you brought back had a name and a town

printed on the saddle.

It was uh, Adam Cleary and Ridgetree.

Like I told you, there was this-- this here ghost town,

and I hunkered down in the desert.

There was these here gunshots.

And that laugh, laughing like magic's done.

It's all jumbledy and mixed up.

Try to remember.

There was shots coming from every which way.

And I shot back some.

[vulture screeching]

Only it was--

[gunshot]

It was coming from old rickety store building.

[snake rattle]

It's all mixed up.

And there was this feller--

[man laughing]

'Cept he was looking just like Maddox.

Mountains running like a river.

He just don't seem real at all.

Well, the horse was real enough.

Now what about the gun and somebody shooting at you?

I don't recollect no gun.

Funny, I don't recollect no gun at all.

But you remember the body?

I don't remember no gun.

Maybe that there town wasn't even real neither.

No.

Just-- so--

--[sighs] I better ride up and check out this hill town,

this Adam Cleary fella.

What do you think about him, Doc?

Well, I don't know.

He's in a complete state of exhaustion.

Well, I'm gonna ride up, see if I can find

some answers to some of this.

FESTUS: Matthew?

I-- it just had to be that second feller I killed.

Just had to be.

Well, if it was Festus, sounds like it

would be self defense to me.

I ain't so sure, Matthew.

I know this sounds mixed up the way I been telling it,

but it's all the information I could get.

See, my deputy was pretty badly hurt when they brought him in.

Just can't believe it.

A cow's all he went off to buy.

Just a cow.

Where is this ghost town, Marshal?

Well, as I understand, it's about 15 miles south

of the Kansas line.

It's out in the desert-- a place called Dry Creek.

I'm saying, [sighs] I can't believe my son

was shooting at your lawman.

Well, my deputy was in a shootout.

That's clear.

He just, just buried him?

Did, didn't, didn't bring him back?

He wasn't in shape to bring anybody back.

Not even himself.

Well, what are we supposed to do, Marshal?

I mean, you bring a horse and saddle back?

We-- we just stand here?

Told my son is buried out in the desert?

Well, Mr. Cleary, it might help if you could

tell me where he was headed.

To buy a milk cow.

He started to, to Packard, or to Methuselah

if the price be better.

Had himself $26.

He was gonna fetch us back a good milk cow.

All right.

That's where I'll be heading.

To do what, Marshal?

You said my brother got himself killed by your lawman.

Well, there are a few things I don't understand here either.

For instance, what was your brother

doing in that ghost town and why was he shooting at my deputy?

How soon will your deputy be up to see us?

We got uh, we got questions ain't been answered.

He wasn't in any shape to travel.

Be a while before he is.

He was shooting at your deputy?

Trying to kill him, you say?

My Adam.

That's the way I understand it.

Adam never owned a gun.

And he wouldn't even shoot at a jackrabbit.

Much less a man.

Where's the gun he was supposed to be using?

I don't know that either, Mr. Cleary.

I'm sorry.

I want you to know we ain't satisfied

with what's been told here.

I understand how you feel, Mr. Cleary.

Nobody's sure of anything yet.

I hope I'll have some answers by the time I get back.

Don't make any sense, Pa.

Adam never shot no living soul.

Well, have you uh, heard from Matt at all?

Yes, ma'am.

I got a wire from him a little while ago.

He talked to the Clearys and it seems

as though the boy was headed for Packard or Methuselah.

Marshal Dillon is trying to pick up a trail on him now.

[doors banging]

Festus!

What are you doing out of bed?

Doc said that you were--

I know what that old scutter said, Miss Kitty.

But I can't just be laying up there on my backside,

d-doing nothing but thinking about what

I maybe seen and maybe didn't.

I'm gonna check the street.

Festus, you're in no condition to be doing that.

Now Newly, don't you start a-chomping on me too.

It, it ain't no more tiresome a-turning doorknobs

than it is uh, thrashing around in that bed up there.

NEWLY: Well, wait a minute. I'll go with you.

No, you ain't neither, now.

I ain't sick and I don't need me no nursery maid.

You know, sometimes I think that the man's head

is made out of solid marble.

Well, maybe that's why he's still alive.

[chuckles]

[spurs jangling]

Mr. Haggen?

Deputy Festus Haggen?

That's right.

Uh, my name's Cleary.

Lemuel Cleary.

I'd like to talk to you about my son.

Son?

Mr. Cleary, I gotta say that I--

You uh, got your horse stabled here?

-Sure. -Ah.

-My old mule. -You get him.

But--

Get him saddled up.

Uh, it'll be a friendly talk, Mr.

Haggen, if it's straight talk.

We're camped just outside the town.

Mr. Cleary, you ain't got no need for any gun.

Yeah.

Why don't you get your mule saddled up?

[spurs jangling]

Mr. Haggen, there's, there's three

kinds of people in the world.

Uh, good ones and uh, bad ones, and well, the in-betweens.

You and me, Elsie and Tom, we're, we're

in-betweens like most folks is.

And then there's the bad ones.

There's quite a few of them too.

But the good ones, the ones that uh,

wouldn't do no wrong thing to hurt nobody

and they're full of smiles and joy

and just make you glad to be with them, well,

there ain't many of them, Mr. Haggen.

There just ain't many of them kind at all.

Not enough so's we can let them die

and bury them deep in the ground and say I'm sorry

and forget it.

So if my questions offend you, well,

you just got to bear with us. 'Cause uh, we got to know.

Well, Mr. Cleary, you--you told me about the marshal uh,

riding south down to that town where your boy was headed.

Appears to me like it'd make sense

to wait til Matthew gets back and see what he's got to say.

Where's the gun, Mr. Haggen, you said my boy

was shooting at you with?

That there's another thing I can't answer.

There just wasn't no-- I mean, I-- I don't remember no gun.

Pa!

Adam's pouch.

It's the one Elsie made for him.

Found it in Mr. Haggen's saddlebags.

It is the one I made for him.

[jingling coins]

There's $2 left.

Maybe Mr. Haggen, you can explain and not

remember Adam's money pouch?

I remember.

I remember, but I forgot that I had it.

Mr. Haggen, there's in between kinds of truth too,

but I kinda doubted you with Adam's money pouch.

And you just can't seem to remember anything.

So we'll be heading for that town.

If I catch one lie in your throat,

it's gonna be by the good book.

Eye for an eye.

Now get the team hitched up, Tom.

Mr. Cleary, you just gotta know--

All I know is I got me one fine son

dead by you, Mr. Haggen. Ain't us

standing in the Lord's light.

It'd be you.

For judging.

I didn't take your money, ma'am.

Well, I did.

But then I just forgot that I put that old pouch

in my saddlebag, that's all.

Plain, old, dumb cow.

I was the worst going on about it.

Would have given us milk.

Never had much of that.

Cream for the coffee and could have churned for butter.

No more water biscuits and water gravy.

Don't be going on about it, Elsie.

Anyway, it's mostly my fault he's buried out here.

Somewhere.

It was here that it happened.

That's blood on the floor, Pa.

He died right here.

Remembering any better, Mr. Haggen?

Does seem like maybe this here's the place.

Will you prove it?

Make me think it be the truth, the way it's gonna be?

My remembering kinda comes and goes.

Your memory any better on the gun?

What?

What gun?

--[shouting] The gun you said Adam had!

You buried it with his body?

Oh!

Oh no!

I don't believe so.

The money he had, you brought it back.

The gun you said he had, that don't come back!

Don't figure I'm gonna be getting a whole lot of sleep

all trussed up like this.

LEMUEL: Don't reckon nobody's gonna

be getting too much sleep, Mr. Haggen.

Til we get some proper answers.

I've been a-telling you the truth.

Everything I could recollect.

Been saying your memory comes and goes.

By first light, you better be coming up with some answers.

Been laying here thinking.

My mind won't shut up.

It just keeps going, flittering round.

Elsie, try and get some sleep.

Loving Adam, way we did, all we can think of, he's dead.

And, and we ain't looking at it from Mr.

Haggen's side too close.

Well, what's that mean?

I mean if it weren't Adam, but somebody we didn't know,

maybe we'd be believing Mr. Haggen.

You saying Adam really was shooting at him?

Hard to fix in my mind.

Adam didn't even own a gun.

And there is no gun.

[sighs] I keep thinking.

Mr. Haggen didn't have to ever say he killed and buried Adam.

Just say nothing.

'Cept he showed up with his horse.

Adam's name right on his saddle.

Could have said he found it wandering.

Probably he figured bad memory'd be just as convenient.

--[sighs] I'm thinking now about what's proper to do.

Maybe in the morning, getting Mr. Haggen

to show us where he buried Adam, give him a Christian burial

and go home.

That what you want?

Some words said over Adam and just go home?

Ma loved Adam much as anybody, Pa.

It's what she'd want.

And I don't ever want to hear about no cow again.

Never again.

[panting]

It looks kinda the same.

But I ain't sure.

You said you marked it with a shovel.

I did.

You be remembering that much.

I remember, I think I did.

But there ain't no shovel.

Just keep digging.

Dug a grave so deep being hardly alive?

That's the way you told it, Mr. Haggen.

I don't remember it being this far down.

Can't be that far down, Tom.

[clang]

[bang]

[thwack]

What'd you do with my son, Haggen?

No, Pa!

What'd you do with my son!

No!

Why's he playing games, Pa?

Why's he doing it?

It ain't a game, Tom.

If Adam's got a bullet in his back,

Haggen can't take us to the right place, can he?

Oh howdy, Marshal.

How do?

Rooms, 50 cents.

Tub of cold water's a dime.

Uh, no thanks.

I don't want either one.

I'm just looking for a little information on a man.

Man named Adam Cleary?

Adam Cleary.

He was here.

August 5th.

Well, you seem to remember that day pretty well.

I ain't likely to forget it, Marshal.

He was about the wildest kid ever to hit this town.

Oh, howdy Marshal.

Something I can do for you?

Yeah, I was looking for the sheriff.

Well, he should be back any time now.

Out picking up an escaped convict name of Kittredge.

Kittredge?

Not Joe Kittredge?

Well, that's him.

Know him? -Well, sure.

He robbed a freight office in Dodge a couple of years ago.

I'm the man that sent him to prison.

Well, he broke out a week or so ago.

Got him, I guess, making the escape.

Found in the Williams barn all shot up.

Now what you came about though, I guess.

No, no.

I wanted to get some information on a man named Adam Cleary.

Well, maybe I can help you there.

Now, he gave this town quite a working over.

Pulled a knife in a card game, shot my partner deputy

trying to jail him, and for good measure,

uh, set fire to the livery riding out.

-Was a posse sent after him? -Well, sure.

I was in it.

Lost him someplace south of the old Dry Creek town.

You know, a deputy of mine was riding

through Dry Creek the other day and somebody

started shooting at him.

Now that must have been Cleary.

He probably saw the badge and figured

he was part of that posse and started firing.

My deputy killed him. MAN: Here they come!

They're bringing in Kittredge now.

I guess we'll be keeping him at Doc's place.

Marshal?

MATT: Newly, what are you doing out here?

It's Festus, he disappeared.

I figured he went over to Cleary's, but their place

was deserted.

I've been looking for you ever since.

He never said where he was going?

No sir.

He just disappeared.

Never said nothing.

Well, if he's with the Clearys, I got

an idea where they're headed.

Newly, there's some mistake here.

Go tell the Sheriff that's not Joe Kittredge.

I'm sure obliged to you, Miss Elsie.

I'm only doing it 'cause you're a man and not an animal.

I reckon you're the onliest one that thinks so.

I don't understand nothing that's happening.

Got no whys or wherefores.

I been telling you the truth, Miss Elsie.

Well, you better start pulling those memories back into place.

'Cause if'n you don't do it quick,

you ain't gonna be leaving here walking up straight,

and that's a fact.

Not when my pa and Tom get back from digging

and still not finding Adam.

Miss Elsie?

If your Pa was to kill me, it'd be just plain murder.

[wind blowing]

He ain't here, Tom!

Adam ain't here.

-We still got a couple of-- -No use!

He ain't here!

Pa?

Got something to do.

Pa!

[wind blowing]

Ah!

Legs feel awful shakedy.

Don't know if I can hardly walk.

You better do more than just walk!

I sure am thanking you.

No time for that now.

Just better get.

Your mule's down the street.

No, Pa.

No!

It ain't right killing him!

Ugh!

All lies, Haggen!

All lies.

[shouting] Haggen!

All lies.

[spurs jangling]

[thud]

Stand up, Haggen.

Mr. Cleary, you gotta--

Hold it, Cleary!

Drop the rifle!

I got me a right here, and I'm doing it.

I don't care if you kill me.

Well, that's exactly what I will

do if you pull that trigger!

Been protecting this deputy all along!

Got more, more lies in his throat than he can swaller!

Drop that rifle before your whole family's

arrested for murder!

ELSIE: Please, Pa!

Pa?

Pa, I found a grave.

What?

I found the grave, Pa. [panting] And it ain't Adam.

Ain't, ain't Adam?

It's nobody I ever seen before, Pa.

It ain't Adam.

You know him, Marshal?

Yeah, I know him.

He's an escaped convict by the name of Joe Kittredge.

Then where's Adam?

Where's my son?

Mr. Cleary, I think your son may be alive.

Just like that.

Made me change clothes with him.

Oh, that bushwhacker.

Then shot me.

Pa, the Almighty was sure with me, making it to that farm.

Got a lot to be thankful for, boy.

We all have.

[sighs]

Hey, big sister.

LEMUEL: Marshal?

I thank you, Marshal, for uh, letting

me see to Adam getting home.

I'll be coming back down to Dodge

and uh, let the law take its way.

All right, Cleary.

I hope your boy gets well fast.

Yeah.

Uh, Mr. Haggen, there ain't too much a man can say.

Except he was wrong.

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

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