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[theme music]

NARRATOR: Gunsmoke, starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Go on.

Hate peddlers.

I'd rather fandango with a blind buffalo.

Ms. Kitty, you ought to open up a dancing school.

That's not a bad idea, Verna.

You all right, April?

I'm fine, Ms. Kitty.

You'll get used to being trampled.

And it ain't as if you've never seen the inside of a saloon

before now, is it?

Good night, Verna.

Well, what did I say?

I didn't say nothing.

Good night.

Sure, night.

Good night, Ms. Kitty.

Good night, April.

Sam, that peddler that you hustled out of here, if he

comes back, don't serve him.

I'm glad you said that, Ms. Kitty.

I'm getting too old to butt heads with that redneck

every time he comes to town.

Oh, buck up, honey.

Tomorrow night, the freighters will be rolling in.

And when their dust settles, we can look forward

to payday for the soldier boys.

It's a continuous round of gaiety and broken arches,

this life.

Good night, Verna.

Sweet dreams.

I don't mean to scare you, April.

I can't have you yelling.

Talk low.

Please, April.

Get out of here, Keith, now.

I didn't expect much of a welcome.

Get out.

I can't.

[theme music]

Found him nose in the water trough

when I opened up this morning, Marshal.

Sweating just like he is now, only worse.

Must have wandered in some time during the night.

His horse got colic pretty bad.

You never saw the horse before, Hank?

No.

I'd say he was a fair work horse one time though.

Well, this blood couldn't be more than three,

four hours old.

I expect that's reason this horse rode pretty

near to the ground because somebody

was chasing a ride around--

Maybe, yeah.

No maybe to it.

I'm the one that chased him in here.

It appears like I gave him a little bit more

than a nose bleed. -This you horse, Arno?

Wouldn't be here if it wasn't.

Where is he, Marshal?

That horse thief didn't turn toes up on me, did he?

Sound like you'd be plum disappointed if we invite

you to the funeral, Mr. Arno.

Not if there was a hanging first.

That's what every horse thief deserves.

Arno, suppose you just tell me what happened.

Well, I caught this horse thief riding out of my corral.

When?

Oh, last night, about sundown.

Emptied my rifle at him.

Sun was right in my eyes.

Don't know if I hit him, he kept riding.

So you lit out after him?

You don't think I'd be fool enough to light out

after him with dark coming on?

Take a chance of getting bushwhacked for the likes

of this crow bait?

That's what this town pays high prices for law officers to do,

Deputy.

Arno, I'm going to need your mark on a complaint.

Suppose you wait in my office.

Last time I give you my mark, I didn't get nothing for it.

Seems like that's all you collect,

Marshal, is a lot of paper.

Matthew, how you got the patience to put up with him

blabbety mouth is something I'll never know.

Festus, why don't you double back along the road

to Arno's place, see if you can pick up any signs?

Could even be this fellow, whoever he was,

might have fallen off in the brush or something.

All right, Matthew.

And, Newly, why don't you take the hotels

and loges around here?

See if anybody's checked in hurt.

Yes. I'll do that.

[exhale]

They found the horse.

Marshal know who they're looking for?

A wounded horse thief.

I didn't steal that horse, April.

I borrowed it.

You borrowed it?

So Mr. Arno shot you to show his gratitude.

My horse went lame east of Arno's.

He wasn't around, so I left mine there

and I saddled up one of his.

You couldn't have waited for him?

Clint and Harry were waiting for me in Garden City.

I was in a hurry.

Just my luck.

Arno rides up just as I'm-- just I'm taking off.

Was it luck when you and your two friends

got caught cross branding cattle?

Oh, we've been through that, April.

A few strays we rounded up from that trail outfit.

They'd never would have missed.

I mean, it wasn't like we was doing harm to anybody, was it?

Keith, you grew up in this town.

The people here know you.

You could give yourself up.

Explain things.

Explain?

You know I got five years probation hanging over my head.

That judge said I come before him again, I serve

every bit of that five years.

You know that.

So why do you run to me?

Because you're my wife.

What do you want me to?

Drop some place in the dirt?

You know better than that.

But I know I can't keep hiding you in this room.

Why not?

It's only going to be a couple days

until I'm well enough to ride.

You owe me something, April.

Ah-- um.

The only time you come to me is when you're hurt

or you're in trouble.

And I owe you.

[knocking]

Oh, Doc.

April, here are these pills I told you about.

Now you just follow the directions.

APRIL: Well, thank you, Doctor Adams.

How're you feeling?

Fine, thank you.

Stop by and see me this evening.

What was that all about?

Oh, it's nothing need concern you.

You sick or something?

Just nervous sometimes.

Oh.

About me, huh?

Well, you sure haven't helped much.

I can stay, can't I?

Huh?

Better get a fresh bandage on you.

How's April this morning?

Oh, she's going to be fine.

Kitty, you knew she was pregnant, didn't you?

Yeah, I knew it.

You know it's not good for her to be working.

It's not good for her not to be working.

She's gotta eat, you know.

She needs some help.

All right.

You do what you can and I will too.

You handled me rough last night, barkeep.

SAM: It was closing time, mister.

Well, it ain't anywhere nears closing time now.

So you just set up a bottle, and we'll sip a little

and talk a little about how you treat

cash on the counter customers.

I'm sorry, I can't serve you.

What was that?

Boss's orders.

Well, who might the boss of this slop pen be?

I am.

I gave the order.

Well, you sell watered whiskey, saloon woman.

And this barkeep of your short changes the customers.

Get out, now.

I spent $10 in here last night.

I figure that entitles me to space at your bar,

same as any other man.

Sam, give him his money.

One false move out of you and I'll-- I'll hand

your head to the boss lady.

Let him go.

I don't take to a gun pointing at me, Red.

If you don't let him go, I'm going

to do more than just point it.

[gunshot]

Nobody throws me out of a saloon.

Now that's something I'll be proving to you, woman.

Hold on there.

What's going on?

He starts trouble every time he comes in here.

I got a right to drink here.

Get out.

All right, now get out here.

And the next time you show up in this town without being sober,

it'll be your last time.

Get moving.

Maybe you shouldn't be sitting up so soon, Keith.

Hm, the sooner I'm and moving, the better.

Getting restless.

Restless?

For what?

I told you.

Clint and Harry are waiting for me in Garden City.

Off to another rainbow.

It ain't a rainbow.

Those Dakota hill are honey comb with gold.

That deal I told you about with old man

Thompson, that's till on.

I get a third of a share for working his claim.

Why don't you come with us?

And live in a mining town shack?

Just at the beginning.

Then it's going to be a mansion, I'm telling you.

I got a hung about this.

Keith, you've been living your whole life on hunches.

This is different.

Listen, when I back from them Dakota gold fields,

well, then we'll talk about settling down, right?

But it's not going to be a crummy place.

It's going to be a fancy place.

It's going to be a spread with a herd of cattle

and ranch houses, right?

A fancy carriage for you and pretty-- where are you going?

I've got to go to work.

[exhale]

[gunshot]

I'd sure bet against you saving Matt Dillon's life, or anybody

else's for that matter.

Never did like me too much, did you, Doc?

Well, you never gave me very much reason to.

I was at your mother's death bed, Keith.

Where were you?

Someplace.

Well, I'll give you this much.

This was a pretty unselfish thing for you to do,

saving Matt, especially when you'd

just get prison out of it.

I wouldn't want you to think that you

were wrong about me, Doc.

Well, now, what-- what's that supposed to mean?

Well, plicking that peddler, tell you the truth, that

was just a-- just an accident. I was cleaning my gun.

It went off.

You know, I don't understand you at all.

Me, neither.

Not a question of the bail, Kitty.

You could put up $10,000, I still couldn't release him.

I'm sorry, April.

I always thought you could get out on bail for horse stealing.

Yeah, but not if you're on parole.

Now I'm still going to have to take him

up to Buckland for a hearing.

And then off to prison.

Judge is bound to go easy on him.

Isn't that right, Matt?

Well, depends.

He could've let you die, Marshal.

I realize that, April.

Any trouble, Doc?

Any time you say.

All right, Keith, let's go.

Keith, I want to thank you again for saving my life.

Just saw a chance to make a little character

for myself, Marshal.

Nothing personal.

Marshal, please, he didn't steal the horse.

He-- he traded it, almost called borrowed.

It don't make no difference, April.

You take a horse that don't belong to you,

it just don't make no difference,

especially with Arno bringing that complaint against me.

Like you to write.

Let's go, Keith.

That's the one, the blaze faced mare.

You sure?

Sure.

You see, she's lame.

Just a bruise on the knee, though.

She'll be all right in a couple of days.

Bring this filth on to my property

without my permission, Marshal?

Arno, where'd you get that blaze faced mare?

That's my business.

Well, did you buy it or does it belong to Lavery here?

Belong to him?

Whose word are you going to take,

mine or the word of a thief?

The livery in Buckland will back me up, Marshal.

I paid $80 for that mare.

She's got the best seat on her a man can ride.

Well, what about that, Arno?

Now if what he's saying is true, he left his horse here

with you when he took yours.

Now why'd you withhold that little piece of information?

Don't you legal tongue me, Matt Dillon.

I got rights.

What rights is that?

You're preferring charges against this man

and yet you're holding his property.

Seems to me like maybe you're hoping he

won't be able to prove ownership.

Now I think Judge Berker's going to a few questions

ask about that.

Whose word are you going to take,

mine or the word of this scum?

MATT: You didn't answer my question.

Well, it was a-- it was a legal swap.

It was a legal swap.

He brought this horse in here lame.

Nobody's going to take his word against mine.

I see, now, it was a swap then?

You're dropping the theft charges?

Maybe.

Maybe.

Maybe, yes.

But the swap still sticks.

The swap still sticks.

Don't you come back here with that probate

and then say that you've been cheated.

You understand me, sonny?

Yep, I understand, Mr. Arno.

Well, Keith, I'll wire Judge Berker

and tell him he's dropping charges.

Looks like you're a free man.

Yes, sir.

I want to thank you, Marshal.

Yes, sir.

April tells me you're heading for the Dakotas.

Yep, gold fields, me and my two sidekicks.

Pretty rough life for a woman, isn't it?

Well, I'm going to send for April later.

She's going to be living in style, Marshal,

not working in no saloon no more.

Keith, I've known you for a long time.

You're always running off somewhere

trying to set the world on fire and yet you're always

coming back empty handed.

Why don't you settle down for once?

I could get you a job right here in Dodge.

Doing what?

Well, you'd be working at the tannery.

Scrubbing hides?

What's wrong with that?

Marshal, when I get back from the Dakotas,

I just might be buying that tannery.

That's what I might be doing.

I might be buying it.

Thanks again, Marshal.

[music playing]

Drink up, folks.

All on me tonight.

Well, at least to the tune of what I got in my pockets.

Starting out fresh.

Empty pockets and-- and a light head.

There's a heap of truth in that.

I'd say there ain't nothing in his head.

Verna, honey, you know what we need?

We need some champagne. Hm?

Why don't you-- why don't you get a bottle of champagne

and pour some for Ms. Kitty and my lovely wife there, hm?

Why don't you tell him, April?

I made up my mind about that.

If he won't stay for me, I don't want him.

I don't want him out of pity or feeling obligated.

I'm not sure you're doing the right thing.

Well, everybody having good time here?

Say, Newly, you know, Doc really fixed me up good.

Right about now, I feel like I could

wrestle me a heard of steers.

That's not a bad thought, Lavery.

There's pretty good wages in it.

Wages?

I'm going to tell you something.

I'm gonna make you a bet.

In about six months, I'm going to ride in town,

right, in the fanciest, biggest carriage this town's ever seen.

And then-- and then I'm going to-- I'm going to pull

right up in front of the back.

Old man Bodkin's going to come out with the red carpet, see?

Now why has he got a red carpet?

Well, he's got a red card because half the money

in the bank belongs to me.

I set it all down.

And you know what I'm going to do then?

I'm going to throw the biggest party

that this town has ever seen.

Hey, April.

April?

[door slamming]

You know, I've seen some fools drinking in here,

but you deserve some sort of a prize.

The Marshal got you a job and you're

throwing it over your shoulder.

You've got a good wife upstairs who loves you

and you're treating her the same way.

That gold mine of yours is nothing

but a hole in the ground.

What you've got here doesn't mean proving.

Now I'm going to make you a little bet.

In six months, you won't have a wife and you won't have a job.

I'll lay you odds right now that any future

rainbows you see are going to be through a cell window.

April?

Honey?

We got something to drink to.

I guess we have, Keith.

I've been thinking it over.

Thinking over what?

We stood in front of the preacher

and we said certain words.

Well, maybe I didn't know what I was saying,

the meaning behind those words.

Why?

I guess I'm not following you.

Accepting you for what you were, for what you are,

a man bent in his ways.

I guess you'll never change, Keith.

And I-- I suppose it's not in my right to try and change you.

I-- I do love you, enough to see you

go your own way, if that's what will make you the happiest.

That love you're talking about, that-- that goes both ways,

you know.

You never doubted that, did you, April?

I guess women always do some doubting.

We got a toast to make.

To the Dakota gold fields.

No.

Mr. Hubert's tannery.

Night.

Oh, good night, Mr. Hubert.

Ah.

[laughter]

Clint.

Harry.

[laughter]

Woo.

Do you know them, Mrs. Lavery?

Yes, I know them.

They're Keith's friends.

Whoa.

[laughter]

Looks like the cockle doodle doo, the boss man.

Mr. Hubert, this is my friend Clint and Harry.

They're-- they're my friends.

Well, I'll-- I'll, um, get it straightened right away,

Mr. Hubert, sir.

Yes, you do that, Keith.

Your wife brought your lunch pail.

Uh, appreciate that.

Thank you, Mr. Hubert.

[laughter]

Do you actually work for that old coot?

Yeah, I'm learning the old tanner's trade.

That's what I'm doing.

Well, I hope you're learning something.

How do you stand this place?

We're going to cut our own hides off to get rid of the stench,

ain't we?

We waited for you, Keith boy.

Well, uh, that's a story.

Yeah, we heard, from the Garden City paper.

Oh, well, you know, I guess, why I didn't show then.

Yeah, but you got freed.

The charges is dropped.

Well, I-- I figured you two would be long gone by the time

I got there.

Without you?

Sure.

The old man Thompson's waiting for us in Kansas City.

He expects you to be with us.

Hey, look at this, Keith boy.

Old Thompson gave us this.

I had it assay.

It comes out to almost $80 a ton.

80?

We'll be rich in six months, Clint.

Buy everything we ever wanted.

I--

I changed my mind about going though.

I knew it.

What'd I tell ya?

Hey, Keith, the three of us, huh?

Everything together, easy money, pretty

gals to steal it from us?

That's what it's all about.

Not working for nickels and dimes in a hog wallow.

Not for you.

Well, I won't be doing it forever, will I?

You know, I think this stench done rotted his brain.

I'm going to give it a try.

Keith.

Everything together.

At least it was, till that saloon gal got her fingernails

in his curly hair.

Clint, you boys will do fine without me.

Well, I guess that cuts it.

No, it don't.

Now it's your fault that we're flat broke.

What are you talking about?

We had to wait around for you.

Lost our horses, saddles, outfits, every thing.

Harry, here, he ain't got much poker sense.

We got swamped in that saloon.

We had to dig post holes for the states fare

to come over here and fetch you.

Oh, ease off, Harry.

It ain't his fault. He didn't force you to sit down

with that jack-legged gambler.

I can ask Mr. Hubert.

Maybe he'll take you two guys on here.

Oh, thanks a lot.

No, no, we'll-- we'll figure out how

to outfit ourselves somehow.

Here, Keith boy, you keep that.

Time we get back from the gold fields,

we'll be paving the streets with that stuff.

You haven't said a word since you came home.

I'm tired.

Do you want to talk about it?

I saw, the three of you, like school boys.

Glad to see each other, that's all.

You said they'd go on without you.

I figured wrong.

Don't let your dinner get cold.

Oh, I'm not hungry.

I was praying they wouldn't come back, at least until we

had a little more time.

I still said no to 'em.

But did you tell them to get out of town,

to leave you alone?

They're my friends.

Friends?

Who left you guarding those stray yearlings, who ran

when they saw trouble coming?

There wasn't any point in us all getting caught.

We've been through this.

I didn't go to jail.

That's no thanks to them.

What's the matter with you?

What is it you've got against them two?

Couple guys like a little excitement, that's all.

Who don't care how they get it.

You talk as if they're outlaws or something.

Some day, they'll want something

bad enough to cross that line.

You've always had it in for 'em, haven't ya?

You can't stand seeing us have a laugh,

raise a little dust, a little excitement.

You can't stand that, can you?

That's not true.

Yeah, that is true.

I think it's only a matter of time for those two.

And you, if you don't cut them off.

Oh, Keith, I've seen a lot of Clints and Harrys--

Right.

I keep forgetting that I met you in a saloon.

That door opens from both sides, Keith Lavery.

[door closing]

Well, the point is he came back to you last night.

Drunk.

It happened in Buckland too, the night before he left me.

And you thought he'd gone off with those two friends of his,

right?

Where else?

He was right here, concentrating on his bottle

all by himself.

Alone?

I was certain he went straight to them.

Kitty, I'm sorry.

What for?

I don't mind being rooted out of bed at 6:00 AM

by a panicky wife.

Did he go to work this morning?

Yes.

But he didn't say a word at breakfast.

You, um, still haven't told him that he's working for more

than just the two of you?

No.

I felt sure his friends would return.

I-- I just wanted to see what he would do feeling he had

no responsibility except to me.

You came to me for advice, right?

All righty, let's get right down to the facts.

A normal, healthy pregnant female

is supposed to be selfish.

So be selfish.

Honestly, with no more silly excuses, be sure of your man.

Yes, Ms. Kitty.

What if he panics?

What if I drive him away?

It's better to find out about it now than later.

Now, look.

You go home and you fix him a good dinner tonight.

Open that, and tell him.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm going back to bed.

Well, you're looking a little peaky today, Keith boy.

If I didn't know you was a family man,

I'd swear you'd been tipping a whiskey bottle last night.

I think it's the stench that makes

him look like a sick frog.

What do I have to do get you two off my back, huh?

Just hold out your hand and say goodbye.

We're leaving for the Dakotas.

Got out problem just about solved.

Got yourself outfitted, huh?

Will be tonight.

Horses, everything, everything needed.

How'd you swing that?

Well, let's just say we're taking

advantage of any opportunity that comes our way.

KEITH: Meaning I shouldn't ask any more questions, huh?

You always were the smart one, Keith boy.

We're going to miss you.

Same here.

Not too late to change your mind.

Well, I got to admit, you had me sorely tempted for awhile.

No hard feelings.

Well, you know that.

We'll be at Arno's later on tonight.

He's selling us the horses.

There'd be one for you, if you show up.

No, I-- I don't think I'll be showing, Clint.

Good luck, Clint.

Keith, when you are finished, you will please lock up,

and then I want to talk to you.

Oh, yes, sir, Mr. Hubert.

[knocking]

MR. HUBERT: Come in.

Um, Mr. Hubert?

Ah, Keith.

Um, I seem to have misplaced the key somewhere.

Oh, we have the spare.

Thank you, sir.

MR. HUBERT: Keith?

Yes, sir?

You have been handling the hides how long?

Uh, shot three weeks.

You learn very quickly and you work out.

Oh, yeah.

Yes, sir, Mr. Hubert.

Keith, I think I will hire somebody to do your work.

I think it is time for you to learn

the buying and the selling of hides,

maybe go out to the ranches, see what they may wish to sell,

and then bring back the hides raw.

Well, yes, that-- that'd be great.

Ah?

Good.

Tomorrow, we will discuss it.

Yeah.

And maybe someday will take the work

off of an old man's shoulder.

Well, what's this for?

With the saloon down the street, you ask that?

[laughter]

Oh, you-- oh, I'll bring you a pail, huh, Mr. Hubert?

No.

Half a pail.

OK, Mr. Hubert.

Now, out, out, out.

I have work to do.

Right, thank you, sir.

Get him.

No, his friend.

He gave you the key.

You really clobbered him.

He was going to holler.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Mr. Hubert?

Don't move, Mr. Hubert.

You're hurt bad.

I'll go get the Doc.

Don't move, Mr. Hubert.

Keith, oh, why did you do it?

You let them in, your-- your friends--

-I'm in big trouble. -What?

Go get Doc Adams.

Get him over to the tannery.

Mr. Hubert got hit over the head and some hides were stolen.

Keith, no.

I was at the Long Branch when it happened--

your first thought, right?

Your first thought, I was in on it?

Oh, you're not alone.

Mr. Hubert thinks I set him up too.

It wasn't me. It was Clint and Harry.

-You're running? -Yes, ma'am.

-Now go find Doc. -No, this is dumb.

It's stupid.

You've got to go to Matt Dillon. -Are you kidding?

He'll nail me to the wall.

Listen, I'm getting a horse from the livery stable.

I want you to wait till tomorrow morning

and you tell Hank it's out at Arno's place.

You're meeting your friends at Arno's?

Please, listen to me, Keith.

This is wrong.

I know what's wrong.

It was wrong that Mr. Hubert blamed me.

It's wrong that your first thought was the same.

I'm not going to fight it anymore.

You're throwing everything away.

Everything?

What did we ever have, huh? What did we ever have?

Some foolish hope we could make it together?

We should've known better.

I should've known better.

Do what I tell you now.

The old man needs help.

You picked the place I worked to break into,

knowing I got a five year sentence over my head?

We didn't think of that, Keith.

Well, they'll all figure I'm on it with you.

You know, you nearly killed Mr. Hubert?

He went for his gun.

You just left him there bleeding.

He would've died if I hadn't gone back there.

We couldn't very well stop and doctor his bumps, could we?

We got an hour's start on a posse.

You in with us, Keith?

I told you they'll all think so, didn't I?

I don't have much of a choice, do I?

They for Arno?

We're swapping 'em for horses and cash.

Let's go.

MATT: How's he, Doc?

All right.

I think it's a mild concussion.

Now can you tell me where he was riding to?

You just gotta believe me, Marshal.

He said he didn't do it and he didn't.

Well, Mr. Hubert here says different.

I-- I just believe Keith.

Well, I know he was running out to meet his friends.

Now if you tell me where they went,

that'd make it a lot easier on me.

I can't put him in jail.

I just can't.

Well, you better start thinking about where

else he's going if you don't.

Might be some place a whole lot worse than jail.

Give you them two horses for the lot.

How much cash?

No cash.

Promised us horses and carriages, we're broke.

Mr. Hubert paid over $8 a piece for those hides, Arno.

I was there when he bought them.

We got to get them nags and a couple of hundred dollars.

You heard my offers.

There's the horses.

Is this your way of getting even with me, old man?

Get out of here.

You made a deal with Clint and Harry.

Why don't you go complain to your marshal friend.

You're going to keep your word.

Go ahead and finish me.

I always said you'd hang.

Hey.

Hey, that's my money.

That's my money.

Leave it.

-Leave it? -He owes us.

No, he don't. He don't owe us nothing.

What are you talking about, Keith?

I'm talking about the fact that I'm scared.

I'm scared because I was a step away

from killing that old men, just the way

you two almost killed Mr. Hubert.

Keith, there's a posse after us.

There's always going to be a posse

after us until we stop now.

You crazy?

No.

We're going back.

Listen to me.

And this time, we're all going back, before it gets any worse.

I'm tired of being some kind of dog you can kick around.

I ain't going back.

And I'm going to no jail.

I ain't going to leave this, not while I got this.

You ain't gonna shoot me, Keith.

We've been together too long.

[gunshot]

I said to leave it.

I get it.

We bust your little tannery bubble

and now you gonna make us pay for it.

Is that it?

Let me tell you something, mama's boy.

You take us back to Dodge and we're going to tell everybody

that you planned this.

You stole the keys.

You opened the door.

You set up a steal with Arno.

With your record, there ain't nobody in that town

that ain't going to believe us.

We may get a couple years for tagging along,

but they're going to send you up for the rest

of your natural stupid life.

How do you feel about that, Clint?

Well, like he says, Keith, we're in pretty deep.

I don't guess me and Harry have much other choice.

Let's go, Clint.

Hold it.

You hear him.

All right, let's go.

I didn't figure you'd want to see me off.

I'll wait for you outside, Keith.

I told him where to find you.

That's all right.

Well, I guess I'm going to happen to see

that judge sometime anyway.

The marshal says he'll speak for you.

And Mr. Hubert said he would too.

And I'll wait for you, Keith.

You forget about me, you hear?

You'll find yourself some other man, somebody

who ain't all puff and dust.

That's going to be difficult with your baby to explain.

[yelling]

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