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[ Gunshot ]

-"Gunsmoke," starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

-Come on...

Hey, whoa there, whoa.

-Can I help?

-Sure, thanks.

Thanks again, injun.

-Very kind.

Maybe you'll take my place
in the gallows.

-Get in.

-He's added so much
to the last couple of days.

-Yeah.

-I can't think of a nicer way
to spend a vacation.

-All set, Joe.
-Come on!

Yah!

[ Theme music playing ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Body thuds ]

[ Gunshot ]

-Indio, go wrangle them horses.

Reb, help him.

[ Kitty gasps ]

-Tate!

-Bring that box.

-You all right?

-There's a lawman in there.

-You know them two, Red?

-Way she is carrying on,
she knows that 'un.

-Who is he, Red?

-His name's Matt Dillon.

He's dead.

-Not yet, he ain't.

-Read on that.

-United States Marshal,
Matthew Dillon.

-Matt Dillon, well, howdy.

-Sure make for some unhappy
folks in Dodge if he died.

They got him
standin' kinda tall.

-Accordin'
to these here papers,

that one down there's
Monk Wiley.

-He ain't all that big,
is what I've heard.

-Well, he's a heap bigger
than you, I'll tell you.

-Well, that's Monk Wiley, huh?

-Tate, ain't but $800
and a bunch of papers.

-$800?
-$800, Tate, I --

-How 'bout that, Tate?

-Jud right here
about the marshal, Red?

-What?

-Dodge City'd come unhinged
if he got killed.

Boys, I think we
got us a windfall anyways.

Get them two out of there.

-Oh, oh, oh.

-Eli, see what you
can do with them two.

-Who are they?

-It's been a right
pleasuresome ride, ma'am.

-Don't put your hands
on me again.

-Come on, Red.

-Guess Wiley's
shoulder's popped out.

-Where'd they come from?
-They were on the stage.

Likely be a couple of
carcasses, though,

time you get to workin' on 'em.

-I've saved your bacon
more than once.

Who's he?

-Matt Dillon.

-Luke?

What did Tate
bring him here for?

-Uh, Tate's got plans
for him, Eli.

-Your brother's plans
only mean more work for me.

-And your cut, Eli.
-And my cut, eh?

You and your
smart-mouthed talk.

Earn my cut more than you do.

Never brought a woman
here before.

-Get out of the way.

-Eli.

-How bad is he hurt, Eli?

-It's hard to say.

-Well, I want him alive.

-Nothin' much I
can do about it, Tate.

He's all broken up inside.

He lives, he lives.

-I said I want him alive.

-Why?

-Why, I figure you'll work
all the harder to get

that ransom for us, Red,
if he's still breathin'.

-Ransom?

-That's the only reason, you're
here, Red, is to go fetch it.

-It figures.
-How you doin'?

-My side hurts.

-Could be a broken rib.

-Well, you fix it up for her.

I want her to ride.

-Let's get a look at it.
-You keep your hands off.

-Lady's proper, Eli.

She can't go undressin'
in front of us.

Ain't that right, boys?

-Jud, go outside.

Help Indio with the horses.

-Come here.

-I said I won't.

-Eli!

Now you do what he says, Red.

And don't you mouth off
around here, never.

Come on.

Let's get them horses unsaddled.

-Do yourself a favor,
don't rile him.

He's not a man to rile.

[ Groans ]

-What are you doin'?
-I'm gonna set his shoulder.

Your shoulder was out,
and I set it.

You're among friends.

-That's right, Monk Wiley.
You're back with your own kind.

Tate Crocker's gonna greet
you like a long lost brother.

You're gonna make a fine pair.

-You're never gonna learn,
are you, Missy?

I'll get you a sling
for that arm.

Tate's gonna wanna talk to you.

-Kitty, what's goin' on here?
Are you hurt?

-It's nothin', nothin'.

Listen, Tate Crocker
and his gang of guys,

they robbed the stage.

They think
that you're Monk Wiley.

-Where's Wiley?
-He's in the other room, dyin'.

They think he's you.
I pinned your badge on him.

-Good. Where's my gun?

-They've got it.

There's nothin' you can do now.

-Kitty, we gotta get you
out of here.

-They're planning on sendin' me
to Dodge for your ransom.

-Right.

And when you get out of here,
you keep goin'.

Don't come back.
-Oh, Matt.

-That stage, wasn't much worth
the trouble, $800.

-Better be a whole heap
more if'n that sheriff lives.

-Brother Tate, Jud's right
about the way Dodge feels.

How much you figure
they gonna come up with?

-Ten thousand.
-Ten thousand dollars?

[ Chatter ]

[ Men talking outside ]
-Do what I tell ya.

I'll think of something.

-Looks like it's gonna
be quite a while

before you see Dodge City.

-Sorry to disappoint
that marshal friend of yours.

-I just can't quite
believe that.

-There'll be a few other folks
disappointed --

the hangman
in Hays City, for one.

-You must be Tate Crocker.

-That's right.

-I'm Monk Wiley.

-I know all about you,
Monk Wiley.

You dashed the bank job
all by yourself, didn't you?

-Guess I'm in your debt.

-I'll collect.

How you feelin'?

-I've felt somethin' better.

-Maybe you ought to take
it easy for a while.

-I got on my feet,
see if I can move around.

How's he?

-No different
than he was 5 minutes ago.

-There's grub, such as it is.

Or there's whiskey
if you want that.

-Whiskey's almost gone.

Only grub is beans.

You get me some meat and greens,
you get better meals.

-Well, we won't worry
about that, Eli.

Is this woman ready to ride?

-I ain't got to her.
-Well, then get to her.

-Nothin' I can do
but wrap her side up.

-Then wrap her side up.

-Now, look,
I've been ridin' with that woman

and this marshal friend
there here for 2 days.

I figure I got first claim
on her.

-Well, there ain't
much her marshal friend

there is gon' say about that.

How much you figure you could've
got out of that Ashton job?

-I don't know.
Five or six thousand, maybe.

-Well, I'm gon'
get 10,000 for him.

There ain't gon'
be no sweat to it, neither.

-How do you figure?

-Them good folks
in Dodge City gon'

come up with their life savings

when Red tells 'em the fix
he's in.

That's the way I'm gon' do it.

-I'll call and, uh,
raise you 10.

-What?
-I'll raise you 10.

-I'll fold.

-Didn't get no more
from this racket.

-Get them beans.

-Somebody deal.

-Tryin' to rob
that bank single-handed

wasn't the smartest.

-I've managed before.
-No doubt.

You show grit.

Not much else, I mean, uh,
gettin' took the way you did.

-I got took 'cause
I didn't run.

-Nobody run me out that goes,
mister.

-Just takin'
in from what you said.

-How come it's always

like you're tryin' to twist
what I say, huh?

-When you gonna send that woman
into Dodge for the ransom?

-Eh, when the marshal
comes around.

-Well, why don't you
send her now

while she knows
he's still alive?

-Oh, she'll go
when she knows for sure.

-All right.
You're callin' the shots.

-Yeah.
And don't you never forget that.

-It might take
some gettin' used to.

-You'll manage.

-Deal me out.

-There's been too much luck
for one man to suit me.

-What's that supposed to mean?

-Just what do you think --

-Jud, back off!

You hear me?

-Go on.

-Eli, get out of here.

-I ain't. I'm busy.

-You weasel.

-You oughta be ashamed of
yourself

talkin' to an old man like that.

-You want a drink, Red?

-Go crawl in a hole.

-There's a town called Spivey
a few miles up the road.

I'm gon' be sendin' Frankie
and Jud up there for supplies.

Think you're up
to make the trip?

-Don't worry about me.

-Indio's gon'
be tradin' those stage horses

in on some saddle mounts.

I figured you'd like to go
along, pick yourself out one.

-I'll need a gun for that.

-Would that marshal's gun
suit you?

-I said drink it!
-Suit me fine.

-You're gonna drink it,
lady, one way or another.

-Get your hands off her.

-You keep out of this.
I'll put you back to sleep.

-I said get your hands
off her.

-I've had my fill for one day.

-That's it.

You hold it right there,
nice and easy.

-I'm gon' kill him.

-How 'bout that, Wiley?
Think you can handle this?

-It's up to him.
-Get my gun.

-I want you to know, Wiley,

that I hand-picked every one
of these boys.

They're the best.

-We'll see about it.

-Reb?
-Yo.

-Bring me the marshal's
gun belt.

-Right.

-I kill him,
and the woman's mine.

-You got to do her first, Jud.

-Watch me.

-Okay, everybody outside.

Take her.

Go on.

You know, Wiley,
you're kinda on the spot.

You don't like Jud too much.

He don't know you at all.

-Come on out, Wiley.

-Luke, check him.

Pretty good, Wiley.

For a second there, I figured
you were sizing us all up.

-I wanted to be sure no one
was backin' his play.

-What did you figure
on doin' about it if we were?

-He's dead, Tate.

-All of a sudden,
I'm a man short.

-Doesn't look like much
of a loss to me.

-He did his job.

-Reb, help Luke bury him.

Now you gon' be a man
short goin' into Spivey.

-Send along a couple of them.
We need more help.

-I don't need no suggestions
from you, Mister.

-Fine, you must have
some reason for doing things

the hard way.

-I don't give nobody
no reasons.

Indio, go gather up the horses.

Frankie,
this is for the supplies.

That's good harness stock
out there.

Don't let that old man
cheat you.

-You comin'?

-That's about the fastest
I've ever seen, except --

except maybe yours, Tate.

-Frankie,
you take these three horses.

I'll take these three.

-You're the wrangler
breed, not me.

-You take three head.

-What?

-You take three horses.

-You don't tell me.

You don't ever tell me, breed.

-Hold it, hold it.
Back off of there.

That's enough.

-I'm gon' kill him.

-Don't start somethin'
you can't finish.

-That breed's crazy.

I'm bleeding.

I'm bleedin'!

Tate! You tell him
to stay away from me,

or one of these days
I'm gonna kill him.

-Are you goin' to Spivey?

-Shh, shh, shh.

Don't talk.
Just lie still.

You've been very badly hurt.

Don't move.
Don't try to talk.

Shh.

[ Exhales weakly ]

-Don't you die on me, Dillon.

I swear, your woman's gon'
be in a fix.

[ Grunts ]

[ Inaudible ]

-Tate, they's comin'.

-Where's Frankie?
-Dead.

-What happened?
-Take care of the horses.

-What happened?

-Frankie shot me.

-You killed Frankie?

-Didn't have much choice.

-You saved my life.

-That makes it all right,
bringin' Indio back

still alive, huh?

-What are you talkin' about?

-That's two of my men
I've lost to you.

-You're liable
to lose some more,

they keep pullin' guns on me.

-No.

Ain't gon' lose more men
to you...

Marshal Dillon.

Drop that gun belt.

-I figure the words
of a dyin' man

must be true ones, don't you?

-Now, you just remember,
I want that money in 48 hours,

or we're gonna have to kill him.

-You've made that
plain before.

-One thing I didn't make plain:
I want $15,000.

-You said $10,000.
-Uh-huh.

But I figure that Jud
and Frankie's gon' rest

a whole lot easier knowin'
we got $5,000 for their death.

-Once you get the money, how do
I know you're gonna let Matt go?

-Hey, you see down there?

I can see for miles around.

Anybody comes this way
but you, I mean,

even a saddle tramp, we're gon'
have to kill him.

I want you to make those good
folks back in Dodge know that,

you understand?

Luke?

-Well, I hope she comes back.
-She will.

[ Chatter ]

-All right. Hush up.
Hey, hey.

Be quiet.
Hush, hush.

Hush it up now.
-All right.

-Listen!
-Be still!

-Listen, everybody,

I can raise $6,000
on the Long Branch.

But that still leaves $9,000.

-How can we raise that much
money at this hour, Miss Kitty?

There ain't $1,000 in cash
among us.

-Bank's right up the street.

-Mr. Botkin
is out of town now.

-Well, Ben Paisley's here.

He'll open it up,
won't you, Ben?

-You bet I will, Doc.

-Well, you can count on me.

-Me too.
-All right.

Just bring your money
right over here to Sam.

He'll keep track
of what you've all gave.

And you'll get it back
when Matthew gets outta there

and we round up Tate Crocker
and his outfit and...

[ Excited chatter ]

-Hold on just a minute,
just a minute.

-I guess most of you know me.
Anyway, I'm a rancher.

Now, if I get snake bit
out on the prairie, well,

that's sad and all that
but just one of them things

because that's my job workin'
out on the prairie.

Now, what I'm sayin'
is this --

Matt knew the minute
he put that badge on his chest

that somethin'
like this might happen.

-Hold on, Clete.
-Festus,

I'd be willing to give anything
I got to get the marshal

out of the spot that he's
in if I thought for one second

that Tate Crocker
was gonna let him live.

But he isn't gonna let him live,
and you know it.

And you know it, too,
Miss Kitty.

And if you're bringin' money
to him,

you got about as much chance
of gettin' out of there

as the marshal has.
-That's right.

[ Chatter ]

-Wait a minute here.
Hold on a minute.

-All right, hush up!

-Just a minute here!
Thunderation!

Clete, you make me sick.

Now, listen to me.

We're all friends of Matt,
at least I thought so.

And there's not a single person
in this room

that doesn't owe him a debt
of some kind, not one of you.

-Right.
-Right.

-Now, there is not enough money
in the whole state of Kansas

to pay another man
to do what Matt's done --

even if they could,
and they couldn't.

Now, we built this town

and we've seen it grow
because Matt

gave us the security of knowin'

that Tate Crocker and 100 others
like him can't come in here

and burn it to the ground
every time they think about it.

All right, Clete.
You say that's his job.

All right.
Maybe it is.

I'll go along with that.

But who else'd do it?
Or who could?

And what about the other debts
you owe him?

And I'm gonna call
your attention to a few of 'em

I just happen to know about.

Ted Banks, not too long ago,

your boy ran away from home.

And he spent 3 days
and nights lookin' for him

and found him and brought
him back to you safe.

I don't think
you could pay him for that.

Jim Taylor, how many times has
he put up with your viciousness

every time you had
a silly argument with your wife?

I don't think you could call
that exactly in the line of duty

of the United States Marshal.

[ Laughter ]

Molly Brooks, how about the time
he rode up to Hays City

all the way just to be
a character witness for your boy

when he got in trouble
and then took him

on as his own responsibility
to keep him out of jail?

Now, those are the kind of debts
you just can't pay back.

That is, unless the opportunity
comes to you

like it has right now.

-Nobody says we
don't owe him, Doc.

But like Clete said,
payin' out all that money,

and we know
they're gonna kill him.

-We know they'll kill him
if they don't get the money.

And we know they might kill him
even if they do.

I don't know about the rest
of you,

but I'm not willing
to live the rest of my life

knowing that I passed up
the one chance in a thousand

that might have saved him.

Now, you're all friends of his.

And I just can't believe that
there's a single one of you here

that wants to live
with that on his conscience.

Now, Ben, you open up that bank
and every penny I got in there,

you write a check for it.

And I'll sign it.
Now, how about the rest of you?

-I'll do it, Doc.

[ Excited chatter ]

-Come on, Kitty.
Let's have a look at you.

-You gotta let me do it,
Miss Kitty.

-Do what, Louie?
-You know I ain't got nothin'

to give to help the marshal.

-That's all right, Louie.

We know you'd help if you could.

-You don't understand.
There's somethin' I can do.

-What?

-I can take the money
to Crocker.

If it's like Clete said, whoever
takes it ain't comin' back,

so it can't be you.

-Oh, Louie.
-Don't you see?

You and the marshal
are the only real friends I got.

You gotta let me do it,
Miss Kitty, you gotta.

-Louie, I can't.

If they saw anybody but me --

even if they saw anybody
with me,

they'd kill Matt.

Thank you, Louie.

I can go myself.

-Tate, she's a-comin'.

-Whoa!

-Come on, get out.
Come on.

Come on!

-Kitty, I told you,
you shouldn't have come back.

-Matt, if you think
they're not grateful,

if you think they don't care,

there's $10 on that table
for every man,

woman and child in Dodge City.

-That's the most money
I ever seen lumped together

at one time.

-Looks like
it's all there, boys.

-That makes $3,000 a piece!

-You done real good,
brother Tate.

-Well, cut her up even, boys.

We're pullin' out.

-You runnin' again, Crocker?

-Just figurin' out
what to do with you.

-You'll have half the state
of Kansas after you.

-Well, Kansas
is a big state, Red.

How'd you like
to come along with us, huh?

-Let her go.

-No, Marshal.

It's too good a way
to settle up with you for them

two men you cost me.

-There's another way
if you got the stomach for it.

-I don't wanna
bother shootin' you.

-You figure you're that
much better than your friend,

Jud, do you?

-Is that a desperation bid,
Marshal?

-You may think you're better.

But this way you'll never
know for sure, will ya?

-I ain't never met the man yet
I can't take in a gunfight.

I whupped you good, and I ain't
gonna bother tryin' now.

I dumped ya hard.
I bled your town.

And now I'm gon'
take your woman.

Come on, Red.

Let's ride, boys.
-Let's ride!

[ Chatter ]

-Luke.
-Yeah?

-Burn it.
-What are you talking about?

-I said burn the house.

-Reb, you and Indio
go help him burn it.

That ol' weather-beaten place,
all it needs is a start.

-It had to figure.

-Beatin' him
wasn't enough, Red.

-Matt offered you another way
to settle up.

-He's got to die.

-You're afraid to face him.

-Would you rather I go
in and put a bullet

in his head, hmm?

-Why not the back?

You've already got
'im handcuffed.

Let me tell you something --

he'll die a better man
than you'll ever live to be.

-Hah!

-Hold it.

Give me that gun.

Back off.

[ Gunshot ]

-Tate!

-Drop the gun belt.

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

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