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NARRATOR: "Gunsmoke," starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Thanks, Burt.

It's all right, Miss Kitty.

Is there anything?

No, Beth.

No letter.
How about some coffee?

Look, there could be
any number of reasons.

He might be sick.

Maybe he decided to
stop writing, himself.

A letter a week
for eight years,

never once failing to write.

Kitty, I'm scared.

I told you years
ago-- look, why don't

you write one more letter?

Tell him the truth.

Tell him you started writing
to him out of sympathy,

and you didn't have
the heart to stop,

even after you got married.

Didn't have the heart?

Or didn't have the courage?

The courage.

That's something that's hard
to admit, even to myself.

Being afraid of someone
who loves you so much

he killed another man over you.

This makes it official, Jaekel.

A full and complete pardon.

Thanks a lot, warden.

You sure moved things along.

It was enough.

The guards, Snyder, and I would
be dead if it wasn't for you.

That's all right.

Any plans?

Yep.

I'm starting where I
left off eight years ago.

Back there in Dodge.

There's a little
girl down there--

take her down to the church, get
married, buy myself some farm

land, and try to settle down.

Fine.

Wishing you the best.

Thanks a lot, warden.

He's still critical.

May make it, if
he's not disturbed.

I'd keep that bandage on
a few more days, Jaekel.

All right, doc.

Thank you.

You scum, you.

You scum.

You-- you could have
made it with us.

Just didn't see [inaudible].

You're a lousy double-crosser.

We trusted you, Waylon and me.

Then you-- and you killed him.

And you blasted me.

Now, Dirks, you'd
better calm down.

That wound might break
open again, you know?

I'm gonna hunt
you down, Jaekel.

No matter how long it takes.

Well, Dirks,
there's just no way

you're gonna get better without
following the doctor's advice.

There's no way.

[screaming]

Guards, you'd better
help me with Dirks.

That man tried to get
out of bed himself.

Hey, maybe you'd
better not move him.

Let's get the doc, huh?

Don't think the doc's
gonna help him anymore.

You know, Dirks, half
the trouble in this world

comes from having a big mouth.

[theme music]

You, uh, got some whiskey?

Sure.

Is Beth working tonight?

Beth who?

Beth Doleman.

Oh, Beth hasn't worked
here in six or seven years.

What?

It's all right, Sam.

I'll handle it.

Hello, Carl.

Come on.

Let's go talk in my office.

Have a seat, Carl.

What's going on, Miss Russell?

I mean, all I want to know
is where Beth Doleman is.

Sam wasn't lying to you.

Beth doesn't work here.

She hasn't worked here
since you went to prison.

They shorten your sentence?

It was a-- it was a pardon.

They just had some
trouble up there,

and I helped the
warden put it down.

Now, wait a minute.

I mean, she has been
receiving mail from me here

and been sending
it to me from here?

I never liked it.

And it's partially my
fault for allowing it.

Well, where does she live now?

She's married, Carl.

She's what?

She's now Mrs. Wilson, and she
has a six year old daughter.

Carl, you've gotta
understand, Beth's intentions

were very, very good.

She thought it would
help you if she wrote.

And then she couldn't
figure out a way to stop,

even after she got married.

She has a six
year old daughter?

That's right.

Let me get this straight,
uh, Miss Russell.

She wrote letters from
the long ranch from here,

and received mined here, right?

I was never sure it was
the right thing to do.

There's one thing I'm sure of.

That was the wrong thing to do.

Where's she live now?

Uh, Carl, I-- I don't
think you ought to see Beth,

until you've thought
this thing through.

I guess she had her reasons.

I know it's always a shock when
you-- when you learn there's

been changes.

Changes.

I'm sorry.

I'm truly sorry.

Thanks a lot for the drink,
and maybe some other time.

Good luck, Carl.

Thank you.

Hey, mister, you're
leaving your drink.

You know, along this
east section here,

there's a windbreak
I could cut down.

We'd gain a lot
more acreage there.

And that creek water could
be put to a lot better use.

Look how it wanders
all over the place.

That's still quite
a price, Norman.

Yeah, well, you know,
I think old Singleton

would go for, say,
1,500 down, and carry

the balance over five years.

If we could fix up
the house cheap enough,

then you could get a sharefarmer
tending it for the summer.

But I guess we can't lose.

Well, look how
Garden City's growing.

All that river land is
bound to holds its value.

Anyway, I'm going out
there tonight, Beth.

I'm gonna take the
late train out.

Tonight?

You've had such a long day.

Yeah, you've heard
about the early bird.

I'll be in Garden City and
clinching that deal by morning.

That's my instincts.

Time to bet getting your
bedclothes on, honey.

I guess want to dress my dolly.

It's getting too late for that.

You take your dolly
to bed with you.

Come on, Penny.

Do as your mother tells you.

Well, I guess I'll
start to pack.

[bird call]

Hey, Beth?

Could you iron me
an extra shirt?

[bird call]

I think I'll be hitching the
wagon while you're packing.

If you want to.

[bird call]

Carl.

You used to be more spry
getting in here, Beth.

No, Carl-- no,
wait-- you just--

you gotta wait and listen.

Carl, you just gotta listen.

You used to be more smiles
than yell at me to wait.

But I-- I've got-- I've
got so much to explain.

I don't know where to begin.

Really?

I talk to Miss Russell.

I didn't know how
I would tell you.

I got a pretty good idea.

I'm-- I'm-- I'm
glad you do, Carl.

I'm-- I'm real glad.

Your pa dying during my trial,
me being sent off for more

years than you expected.

So you kind of tied
on to a man who

can run the farm, right, Beth?

I'm guessing that
they let you out.

That's right.

I'm a free men now, Beth.

Soon as I get them eight
years out of my mind.

I wish you well, Carl.

I really do.

You used to talk much
straighter than that, Beth.

Straighter?

Well, you got a husband
in there you didn't want.

Maybe a kid you
didn't want, either.

Oh, now Carl, that just
don't happen to be true.

Well, we won't argue
on what's past, Beth.

You're Beth-- me, I'm the guy
who was hoot owling you out

for some courting at nights.

Now, we ain't
leaving that behind.

Now, as long as it takes
you to pack your carpet bag,

and we'll be back eight years.

But Carl, I've
got a family now.

I'm a married
woman, with a child.

I saw your husband
in there, Beth.

Big belly, small head.

Now, you also got a kid.

Now, you can take her
with us, or leave her.

It's all one and
the same with me.

But something was
said right here

in this barn, eight years ago.

But Carl, you've
got to understand,

eight years is a long time.

I know how long, Beth.

I sure know that for a fact.

Look, we just can't go back.

We can now.

Do you remember
one night in here,

you crying and telling
me all about [inaudible]?

How you wouldn't take
no for an answer?

Me settling it out on
the dark street with him?

I didn't think you'd kill him.

But that's all past, Beth!

Just you and me.

That's all that matters now.

But it's not all that matters.

I told ya, I got husband, a
little girl, a farm to tend.

Now, Beth, you just couldn't
change the way you felt.

Just you and me, nobody
else in the world.

And now that's us, exactly the
way you used to say that, Beth.

But it's different now, Carl.

You gotta understand that.

Not with me, Beth.

And not with you, either.

Now maybe, Beth, you
need some proving to.

Carl, I'm gonna yell out
and get Norman in here!

You just do that!

I will see that man you
have been keeping the truth

from for all these years.

Eight years of letters
to a man in prison.

Carl, please!

What is keeping you, Beth?

Is it the kid?

It's the kid, Beth.

I know it is.

You know, deep down
inside, Beth, you

and I are just the same.

Just all feelings, Beth.

Now, you just gotta keep on
shutting out what's been,

like I did when I
left the prison, Beth.

I don't have them
feelings, Carl.

I was all girl, and no sense.

I don't have them
feelings no more.

Eight years of
letters, all lies!

I'm sorry, Carl.

Sorry?

I can't think of
anything else to say.

Only from the time it
takes you to walk from here

back to that house--
that's as long

as you're going to be sorry.

I am sorry.

Not sorry enough!

I'm gonna take
you with me, Beth,

whether you like it or not.

I'm going to take you
back to the beginning.

Carl, I don't love you no more.

Eight years of letters to
that prison say that you do.

All I'm saying is it can wait.

You can even send a wire to
Singleton in the morning,

telling him that you're buying.

Cash in hand, that's the
only way old Singleton

will ever do business.

I don't know what
you're so nervous about.

Being left home for a weekend?

I've been gone more than
a week plenty of times.

I'm not nervous.

Huh?

I just don't like to
see you riding that night

train when you're so tired.

Well, you can
expect me back maybe,

uh-- maybe Monday morning.

[bird call]

[gunfire]

Whoa!

Whoa!

You know, I could think
from now until doomsday,

and I couldn't come up with nary
a soul who'd want me killed,

Marshal.

You haven't been
in any arguments

lately, or been
threatened by anybody?

Well, maybe a word now
and then with old Woody.

He runs that quarter
section up north of me

there, but whereas we
ain't exactly friends,

he sure wouldn't have no
reason to go gunning for me.

Aw, well, Woody bushwhackin'
anybody just don't make

no sense at all, Mr. Wilson.

You know, I was thinking that
maybe he, uh-- whoever he was--

might have mistook
me for somebody else.

That's possible.

Anyway, I'll, uh, look into it.

Well, whoever he
was, he couldn't

have been much of a shot,
shooting from that close

to the road.

Say, Marshal, uh, could
we keep this from my wife?

There's no need to worry
her of what I'm doing.

I'll talk to her when you
get back from Garden City.

Thank you, Marshal.

Norm Wilson's the last
feller in the world you expect

to get shot at,
unless somebody's

trying to get his wagon horse.

Well, there's easier ways to
steal a horse than to ambush

a wagon, you know?

What about him having words
with, uh, old Woody, there?

I ain't heard much
about no words.

Well, I'm gonna ride
out there and have

a talk with Woody, anyway.

Tell you what I want you to do--
first thing tomorrow morning,

go out and check that east road,
see if you can find any tracks.

I'll do that, Matthew.

All right.

Come on, Skippy!

Here's your breakfast.

Skippy!

Skippy!

Skippy, I fixed your breakfast.

Hello.

Hello there.

Your puppy seems to like me.

He's always friendly.

Yeah.

Do you mind if I pet him?

He likes that, having
his neck scratched.

You know, when I was a little
boy, I had a dog just like him.

What happened to him?

He just got old and died.

I hope Skippy never gets old.

He will.

Then I'd have
nobody to play with.

John Anders-- he's the boy at
the mill-- he chases me away

when I try to play with him.

Well, you see,
little boys just don't

like to play with little girls.

Just can't do the same things.

Can too.

Do lots of things.

Plus, I'm a tomboy.

Little boys can climb.

Big oak, back of our house.

I can climb all the time.

I just don't know about that.

You see that log there?

Now, a little boy could climb
all the way to the end of that.

Now, a little girl
just couldn't do that.

If I can pretend it's
only on the ground,

I bet I could do it.

Nope.

I think we'd just better
leave logs to little boy.

See?

I wouldn't go any further.

Just being a little girl.

See?

I did it.

Sure did.

But I wouldn't go any
further than that.

Could fall off real easy.

Can you swim, Penny?

No, I-- you know my name.

Can't swim, I wouldn't
take another step.

The water's real deep.

Well, you've got
me thinking now,

with you going to the very end.

[whimper]

BETH: Penny!

Penny, where are ya?

Oh my god.

Penny!

Don't move, Penny.

Don't move.

Hold tight.

Mommy's got ya.

PENNY: I'm getting wet, Mommy.

It's cold.

Quite a tomboy
there, Mrs. Wilson.

What were you trying to do?

Oh, just get acquainted
with your daughter.

Mommy, I'm cold.

You go on up to
the house and take

your wet things off, honey.

I'll be-- I'll be
there in a minute.

Come on, Skippy.

[barking]

You couldn't do such a thing.

Couldn't do what, Beth?

I guess you heard about old
big belly and his troubles

on the road last night.

Seems somebody tossed a
couple of shots his way.

Well, he got hurt,
and then he took

the train out the same night.

Now, who would want to do that?

A man you can't
like, you can't hate.

Right, Beth?

Please tell me what you want.

You mean for right now, Beth?

For all time, Carl.

Please, just to see you leave.

Leave?

Well, I guess we could come to
some kind of agreement, Beth.

Anything.

You've got me so scared I
can feel it in my stomach.

Now, Beth, I remember night,
kind of soft breeze-- summer.

Your pa had left on a trip.

When I come that night, I
didn't know he had left.

You had put candles
on the table,

to fix something we
never did get to eat.

Some of that elderberry
wine your pa fixed.

You ever think of
that too, Beth?

Now, Beth-- I'll wait till
the moon is up, you hear?

Now, you wear something
real pretty, Beth.

Well, I agree with you
on Woody's temper, Matt,

but I-- I just don't
think he'd lie to ya.

Well, no, no.

He seemed sincere enough.

Beer, please, Sam.

Running the new line of credit
you've established here again?

Oh, don't start
your hoo-rahing, doc.

I've been riding all day,
out on that lame prairie.

You didn't find anything?

Oh, I found a little
track or two, Matthew.

Long roads, but they all went
right smack into the creak.

I tell ya, that fella's slicker
than a schoolboy's sleeve.

That is the most amazing
thing I've ever seen.

He don't even swallow.

Well, the trick
is, doc, see, you

don't take care of your breath.

Oh.

That's it, now?

Oh, I can prove it to ya,
ya wanna buy me another beer.

Oh, I'll buy you
a lot of beers,

if you promise not to breathe.

I'll see you later.

All right, doc.

Well, that's sure
got me stumped.

What has?

Well, Norman Wilson.

Last night he was shot
at on his way into town.

-Norman Wilson?
-Yeah.

He wasn't hurt, though.

In fact, he went on and took
the train to Garden City.

Do you mean Beth
was left there alone?

Well, yeah.
Why?

Carl Jaekel.

He's back.

You mean, he got out of prison?

Pardoned.

Something about him helping
the warden in a prison escape.

Matt, Jaekel.

Was here last night.

It's just possible he headed
straight for the Wilson farm.

I'd better get out there.

Matt, there's something
else you oughta know.

Howdy.

Can I have a whiskey, please?

Good afternoon, Marshal.

Jaekel.

You mind telling me where
you're staying in town?

I'm not staying
in town, Marshal.

Where are you staying?

Well, I don't know
a roof right now.

All I want to see is
some stars over my head.

That doesn't
answer my question.

Well, I'm just camping
out, looking at some land

I might be interested in.

Were you out near the
Wilson farm last night?

Yeah.

I've been there
for a few minutes.

Very discreetly, you know?

I had to talk to Mrs.
Wilson in the bar.

I just didn't want to upset
her husband about the letter

business, you know?

Maybe, uh, Miss Russell
talked to you about that?

How'd you get back
to town from here?

East road, I think.

That's where Normal
Wilson was shot.

Hope he didn't get hurt any.

I mean, are-- are you thinking
that I did that, or what?

It's possible you'd
have reason to, isn't it?

I believe just as possible
that I don't, Marshal.

What are your plans now?

Well, as I said, I'm just going
to look around for some land,

and hope to settle in
dodge, if you don't mind.

Where you settle's
your own business.

You don't know how that
makes me feel, Marshal.

To finally do what I want to
do, without anyone interfering.

See you later.

Who was that, Matthew?

That's Carl Jaekel.

What's this about
some letters, Kitty?

Well, this is
something I should have

told you about a long time ago.

Well, there's been
eight years of letters

between Beth Wilson and Carl
Jaekel, while he was in prison.

Eight years of letters?

Festus, you and
Newly better take

turns watching the Wilson farm.

I'll get right
out there, Matthew.

Keep a special
eye out for Jaekel.

You betcha.

Well, Kitty, maybe you,
uh-- maybe you'd better

just tell me the whole story.

[animal sounds]

Nobody minds his own business.

Nobody.

[whimper]

Hush, Skippy.
[barking]

Yes, indeed.

Just like old times,
isn't it, Beth?

[barking]

Hush, Skippy.

You look mighty pretty.

Oh!

You even smell like
you used to, Beth.

I made some chicken
and dumpling stew.

Good.

I have to tend to it.

Big belly doesn't mind leaving
you alone like this at night,

does he?

Only left last night.

No reason to hurry back.

I sure wouldn't be
looking at it that way.

I'd be coming back lickity
split, to loving arms.

Beth, you never did say
why you married him.

He was, uh-- he was kind to me.

When Pa died, I felt, uh, alone.

I guess that was just it.

Sure sold out cheap, Beth.

The marshal talked to me today.

I told him that I might
be settling around Dodge.

But you're not.

I sure wish you would stop
looking at me so scared

every time I open
my mouth, Beth.

You're not staying, Carl.

No, I'm not.

I figure I'm putting
up stakes tonight.

I guess I got a right
to be scared of ya.

I mean-- I guess I always
been scared of you, Carl.

You mean even during
our courting days?

Maybe.

Now, that's very
peculiar, Beth.

How can a girl be scared,
and so warm and cuddly

at the same time, as you were?

Maybe I wasn't very bright.

I just don't know.

You know what I think, Beth?

I think you like being scared.

I think you like your man to be
a little dangerous, don't you?

Remember when I killed Sy Cord?

Probably made you shiver.

But I'm sure it gave you
kind of a warm feeling at

the same time, didn't it, Beth?

No, that isn't so.

It never was.

Sure takes after you, Beth.

Things you used to do on a dare.

You remember Rock Creek?

Where you had
nothing to swim with?

Jumped right in
with your dress on.

So of course, naturally
we had to get it dried

before you could get back home.

I don't like to be reminded.

Well, now, Beth,
nothing bad happened.

I [inaudible] old dress for you.

Even kept a proper distance
from the bush you were behind.

Used to keep
thinking back there,

maybe you didn't want
any distance kept.

I was a very foolish
girl then, Carl.

I don't think we
should talk about it.

I think we can sit down.

Went through all of your
letters last night, Beth.

Saved every one of them.

I've even got a couple
of them with me.

I just figured you might be
interested in reading them.

Right here.

Take the first one here.

You might want to read that one.

Now, the date on that letter
is mighty interesting.

Considering the age
of your daughter,

and the length of time
you've been married, Beth.

Read it to me.

Carl, don't.

Read it, Beth.

What's the first word, Beth?

Darlin'.

Darling.

I couldn't change the
way I was writing to you.

Now, the way I figure it,
Beth, was that you couldn't have

written that,
well, on one or two

days either side
of that honeymoon

you had with the big belly.

I'm real interested when
you wrote that, Beth.

The exact day it was.

I don't remember.

Well, then read it.

It might jog your memory, Beth.

Carl--

Read it!

As I write this letter, my
thoughts are always with you.

And of course I
miss you, so it's

a question you needn't ask.

I miss those nights
we had together.

Especially the day it was gone.

[inaudible]

[inaudible], Beth.
Here.

I want to read the
second one, dated

about the time your daughter
was being born, Beth.

Carl, do we have
to go on with this?

[shouting]

Of course, it
starts with darling.

Just skip down to the
bottom of the first page.

It says, I'll always love you.

Beth, I think you
owe another letter.

Carl, please stop
playing games with me.

Just get a piece of
paper and a pencil.

Get it.

Now, just be more
formal this time.

Just use dear.

No.

Dear Norman, or maybe
Dear Mr. Wilson, Beth.

Or would you prefer
dear Mr. Big Belly?

All right.

Dear Mr. Wilson.

This letter may come
as a shock to you.

This a shock to you, Beth?

I have decided the last
eight years of my life

have been a total waste.

Write, Beth.

So, my loving husband, loving
to the degree that eight years

is a long time to be
listening to your snoring.

Know that there's one
kind of answer, Beth.

Well, you'd better not miss.

You hit a real vital
part, you hear?

And you pray I die quick.

Because if I don't,
Beth-- well, let's just

say I get one minute to live.

There's one minute, and
where would I start, Beth?

Just one minute.

Huh?

Now, back to writing
your letter, Beth.

You may not believe in
what you're gonna say,

but you will wrote.
-No.

No, no, no, Carl, please!

Carl, no!

Is there no use?

Penny.

Penny?

Sweetheart?

Where are we going, Mommy?

There's a storm coming, honey.

Come on, let's go.

all

Where are we going, Mommy?

The old hill mine.

We'll be safe from
the storm there.

Mommy?

Somebody's living here.

Marshal?

Festus is missing.

So is Beth Wilson
and her daughter.

Looks to me like there's
some blood in the farmhouse.

Get Sam and Perkins,
and some of the others.

We'll get up a search party.

I'll meet you out at the farm.

Better be careful
where you walk, Beth.

Low of crawling
things back there.

Lot of bad things happen
to girls in the dark.

Quite a girl, Beth.

Always gives a
fella a good chase.

Mommy?

A man is calling.

I know, honey.

Now, Penny, that man
is playing a game.

A game?

Hide and seek.

Now, you remember
that, don't you?

-Yes.
-Yes.

You get in here.

This is a good place for ya.

But in order to win the game,
you gotta be absolutely still.

Not make a sound.

Can you do that?

I think so.

Remember, not a peep.

Now, it ain't gonna
be all that bad, Beth,

considering my forgiving nature.

All that energy going to waste.

You want to give it up?

Wanna talk?

Now, there's no way out, Beth.

All them tunnels
you've chosen lead

right back to the same place.

Ain't gonna chase you
throughout all of 'em.

You got a tired
man on your hands.

Besides, this tunnel is just
about to come down on you.

Ain't no way out but
my own [inaudible].

Then I guess you've
made up your mind, Beth.

[inaudible] back there!

You thinking of your
kid there with you?

[gunshot]

Sounded like it come
from underground.

The old hill mine.

[gunshot]

Now, Beth, you'd
better come out,

or I'm gonna shoot your friend.

I'm coming, Carl!

Your nose got too long for you.

MATT: Jaekel!

[gunfire]

Mrs. Wilson, where's
your daughter?

She's ahead.
I'll go get her.

[inaudible]?

Outside of a sore noggin,
I'm all right, Matthew.

Penny?

The storm was thundering.

I was scared.

Oh, I know, honey.

Did we win the game, Mommy?

Yes, baby.

We won the game.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned
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from our next "Gunsmoke."

[theme music]