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

- Come on, now,
let's bet 50 cents.

- Like I told you,
I ain't in no wagering mood.

- Means you ain't
in the losing mood.

- I showed you I never miss.

- All right.

I'll just bet you a whole dollar
against your 50 cents

if you miss one out of three.

- You just lost yourself
a dollar.

- Come on, stand back.

All the way back. Come on.

- Hey!

Hey.

You boys have to step back
back there.

- You feel your pockets
getting any lighter, Regal?

- You ain't even halfway.

- Hey, I thought I told you boys
to move.

- Well, they'll have their fill
in just a minute, mister.

- Well now, you want to take
a chance on getting your horse

all cut up,
I guess that's your business.

- Oh, no,
that's gonna be your business.

- How is that?
- It's been a long time

since I saw a Patterson 40.

Ain't that what you're wearing
there, sonny, Patterson 40?

- Uh-huh.
- No tricky cocking.

That takes a mighty
practiced hand.

Last time I saw a fella
wearing one of thems --

- Hey.

I see the pictures.

You'd be the Cole brothers,
ain't you?

Wearing your daddy's old gun.

- Now you boys
finally getting up to Dodge

to take care
of your daddy's back shooting?

- Hmm.

Boys don't seem to be much
for words, do they?

- Ain't much for much,
what I hear.

I mean, if --

if my daddy was to get shot
some 10, 12 years ago,

that back shooter walking around
enjoying all that reward money,

I don't think
I'd be wearing his gun.

'Cept maybe I meant to use it.

- My, my, my.

These boys don't flare too easy,
do they?

- Maybe I'm hitting, Sonny,

that that respectable gun just
don't belong on your hip.

- I figured that would have a --
a real honored spot,

like in there over the bar
in the saloon in there.

- Now, look here, mister,
we ain't looking for no trouble.

- Oh, I can tell that,

letting old Frank Cole's
back shooter

wander around free and easy
all these years.

- Yes, sir. I just about
got my mind made up.

I'm gonna give you two dollars
for that gun.

- [ Laughs ]
- I'd make it legal.

- We've been taking it
for a long time, mister,

from every saloon loafer
with a loose mouth.

Well, right now,
right this second,

I'm figuring maybe it's time
we don't take it anymore.

Meaning you two
are just plain unlucky.

- Well now, it appears to me
you're calling us,

and I don't think
you're that growed.

- Or make a game out of it.

Play draw.

Let's just see if you're man
enough to hold onto that gun.

- I had a mind to put lead
through your thick head,

and I'm still wondering.

- Amos...

- What? We didn't mean
for this to get to a shootin'.

- You've got just one minute
to get going down that road.

You better stop
dragging your feet,

or you ain't gonna have no use
for them.

- Come on. I-I don't want
an estimate on a new buggy.

- Would you just
hold your taters?

I'm trying to see
what shape these wheels is in.

- Well, they're round.

-All right, smart aleck.

You know that some
of your spokes is loose?

- Yeah, I know that.
- Did you know that you're about

to lose two or three
of your limbs?

- Did you know that?
- Yes, I know all about it.

All I want to know is how much
it's gonna cost to fix it.

How much?

- Well...
It won't cost too much.

- 50 cents?
- Fair enough.

Go right ahead. Fix it.

- Of course, you don't realize
what a job this is, Doc.

Now, you see, what I got to do

is I got to take this here buggy
ride down yonder to creek,

and I got to sit in there
for several hours

a-soakin' these wheels.

'Course, it'll tighten up
the spokes.

They'll be tighter
than the pinfeathers

on a prairie chicken's rump
when I get done.

I'll guarantee you that.

- You got to take it down
to the creek?

And, of course,
it wouldn't occur to you that,

while the buggy is sitting in
the middle of the creek there,

soaking up the wheels
and everything,

you hadn't figured on maybe
sitting there in the seat

and just doing a lot of little
comfortable fishing, maybe?

- You hadn't thought of that?
- Well...

- Yes! You expect me to pay you
50 cents for fishing?

- Not on your life.
- All right, just hold on.

That ain't all there is to it.

Now, just supposing

that I wasto think
about doing a little fishing.

I'd have to go out yonder,

and I'd have to dig me a can
of worms.

And I'd have to run
all over that prairie

and them hills a-catching
grasshoppers,

and that gets tiresome.

Now, if it wasn't for having
to take your dang buggy

down yonder to soak them spokes,

I wouldn't have to get
all tired like that.

- All right, just hold on --
hold on here a minute now.

You are a never-ending source
of amazement to me,

the way your little pea brain

can connive and take
devious and diabological routes

and circumnavigate the truth.

Why, did -- did you ever think
of just being direct about...

- Doc.
- What?

- Ain't that them Cole boys?

- I think you're right, Festus.

Paper said they'd be here today.

- Just makes me feel plum good
to know that they're gonna

be out yonder, helping
their grandpa on his farm,

don't it you?

- Yeah, that'd be nice if that
was the way it was gonna be,

- but I'm afraid not.
- Why not?

- Well, the way
people are beginning to think,

how their father was a big hero,

the man that shot him
was a coward and all of that,

all on account of those penny
dreadful magazine articles --

- Penny dreadful?

- Yeah, books and articles
in the maga--

When in the sun
are you ever gonna learn to read

so I don't have
to explain everything to you?

- All right, smart aleck.

How do you know
I ain't started to learn?

How do you know that?

- Festus, well,
I think that's wonderful.

I'm proud of you.
When -- when did you start

to learn to read?
That's wonderful.

- Ain't nobody
said that I did start to, but --

- You said so your--
- You suppose a lot!

I -- I could have started
to commence to begin to learn,

and you wouldn't of known
a thing about it.

Supposing you was out of town

and you didn't hear nothin'
about it.

You ain't as smart
as you think you are, you know,

'cause I could have started
to learn

and you'd have never known.

And then you come up
and make them --

them smart aleck remarks like
you just done just -- just now.

The -- the very same thing
in the same way.

- Morning.
- Howdy, Marshal.

- What can I do for you?
- Well, I'm Amos Cole

and this is my brother, William.

- Ah. How do you do?

- Uh, Marshal, we figured
we ought to just come by

and see you before we went
on up to the farm.

- I'm glad you did.
Welcome to Dodge.

- Sizable town.

- I was out seeing your grandpa
the other day,

and he's gonna be mighty glad
to have you boys out there

with him, I'll tell you that.

- We didn't exactly come up here
to farm, Marshal.

- Boys, you know, what happened
to your pa was 12 years ago.

And don't you think it's better
to leave that whole thing alone?

- Marshal, do you have any idea

what it means to be
Frank Cole's sons

and to have
everybody always wondering

when you're gonna start
looking for your pa's killer?

- Yeah, boys,
I think I got a pretty good idea

what you been through.

But, you know, there's nothing

to be gained
by opening it all up again.

- Then I guess you wouldn't have

any objections to our
asking around now and then?

- Well, you do that,

you're just gonna
start people talking again.

Is that what you want?

- Oh, no.

No, we just kind of figured
we'd come in and lay our cards

on the table with you
right from the beginning.

So, uh, that's why we come in.

- Marshal, you wouldn't happen
to know a newspaper man

named Stoner, do you?

- Yeah I know him, why?

- He was in Tuscon to see us.

Said maybe he'd have
some information for us

after we'd come up here.

- You mean he's coming to Dodge?

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah. Yeah, he is.

He said sometime tomorrow
he ought to be in.

- Boys, I'm gonna tell you
something about Mr. Stoner.

He's the man
that's most responsible

for keeping this whole story
alive.

He'll print anything,

as long as it keeps people's
tongues wagging.

- Marshal, the point
is that whoever back shot our pa

in that saloon
is still walking around free.

- What makes you so sure
of that?

- Mr. Stoner said
if he was dead,

you'd have said so
a long time ago.

And if he wasn't in Dodge,
you would have said that, too.

- The governor's orders
were that the name

of Frank Cole's killer
was never to be revealed.

Now, that's the way it's been
all these years,

and that's the way it's gonna
have to continue to be.

I'm sorry, boys,
I wish I could help you.

- Come on.

- Hey.

Let's go get us a couple
of beers before we head out.

- Uh, Stoner said we shouldn't
talk to nobody until he gets in.

- I know, I know.
But, I just

want to watch her face when
I ask her that one question.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- What are you drinking, gents?

- Uh, would you ask the lady
to take our order, please?

- I'll take care of it, Sam.

- A couple of beers,
ma'am, please?

- Say, my brother and me,
we got a question.

The time was
about 12 years back,

the night our -- our pa, Frank
Cole, got killed in this saloon.

Now, you were here
behind the bar.

And we were always wondering,

if you owned the saloon
that night,

or maybe you suddenly got
enough money to buy the place.

There was $15,000
on our pa's head.

- I bought the Long Branch

a year before your father
was killed in here.

- Oh. We see, ma'am.

Not knowing you before,

uh, this has been something
that's been on our mind.

- Yeah.

- Hello, Grandpa.

- Grandpa.

- Hey, we got your letter.
We got your letter okay.

I want to thank you
for asking us to come up here

and make a home with you.

- You got your pa's looks.

He was a handsome man.

No matter what's said about him,

you boys had a pa
people took to.

[ Sighs ]

Oh, the land
ain't much to look at.

But I always seen a promise,
some strength be put to it.

- Oh, grandpa, I think this is
a fine-looking place.

- Will be, my grandboys run it.

Old hen probably
run around that barn.

One of you boys handy
at neck-wringing and dressing,

we might put us up
a homecoming dinner.

- I'll get her for you, Grandpa.

- You be the older, Amos.

- That's me, Grandpa.

[ Chicken clucks ]

- You the one
wearing your pa's gun.

- It is, Grandpa.
- That's a good boy.

It's right the older boy
wears his pa's gun.

Kind of says something
lives on after a man.

Something he had lives in you.

I can see it.

- It's a nice section of land.

- [ Gasping ]

- Something wrong, Grandpa?

- [ Breathing heavily ]

- I --

I'll get the horses.

- I figured giving up
working the land,

but I kept thinking of you boys

and the day
you'd be taking over.

I mean, knowing your ma
was sick down in Texas,

holding you there.

I kept writing to your ma,

telling her
she sure had a place up here.

- Yeah. But, Grandpa,

you know Dodge held bad memories
for her.

- I can appreciate that.

- In fact, maybe
we wouldn't be up here at all,

except for a news paper fella
called Stoner.

- He's right.

Pa is no animal,
get shot down like he was.

Man who done it
ain't fit to live.

- Well, he's coming in
to see us tomorrow.

Says he's got something
to tell us.

- You boys put some cooperation
along with him, hear?

That man is with your pa,
and that's the important thing.

- Grandpa, you remember the
times Mr. Stoner talked to you?

- Nice feller.

- He couldn't get clear
what happened that night,

even after talking to you.

- Grandpa?

Grandpa?

That night, Grandpa.

You and pa were talking,

drinking
down at the Long Branch.

It was almost morning,
you remember?

And -- and you and pa
were sitting at a table.

- Yeah, and Kitty Russell -- She
was the lady tending the bar.

- You remember?
- Nice woman.

- Mr. Stoner couldn't
get it straight if the man

who killed Pa went out the back
of the saloon.

- Might have.

Don't recall.

It's when everything happened,
me getting my stroke,

Doc Adams called it.

Real sick after that.

- Real sick.
- I know.

I hate to -- I hate to worry you
with questions, Grandpa.

But Mr. Stoner always
claimed that the man

wasn't a stranger in Dodge,
it was somebody who lived here.

- Stranger? Marshal said he was,
and he'd know.

- Frank!

Frank!

- It's me, Grandpa. Amos.

- I -- I'll get to bed, I guess.

- It killed Grandpa
that night, too.

And you say
maybe we should forget it.

- Amos, I keep getting
a funny feeling,

like we're walking
through some kind of graveyard.

- Yeah, I got that feeling, too.

But there's one more grave
needs fillin'.

- Whoa!

- Marshal Dillon.

- Stoner.

- Now, I detect a certain lack
of warmth in your greeting,

Marshal.

- What brings you to Dodge
this time?

- A newspaper man's
prime obligation

is searching for news, sir,

and, uh, reporting it.

- What news is that?

- Now, I've always been
intrigued with your interest

in that Frank Cole case.

Not really that
of the impersonal lawman, is it?

Would you care to comment on it,

sir?

- Stoner, I made my comments
to the governor 12 years ago.

- Well, Eli, they finally
promoted you to day clerk.

- Oh, no, Mr. Stoner.

How-- Howie is a little
out of sorts.

I'll -- I'll --
I'll be back onto night.

- Thank you, Eli.

- It -- it -- it's
room number eight, Mr. Stoner.

That -- that's the --
that's the one you like.

- Thank you, Eli.

You ought to take something
for your nerves.

Or is it just when I'm in town
you fall apart?

- [ Chuckles ]

- It wasn't you, was it, Eli?

- What?
- Frank Cole's killer?

- Oh, come on, Eli.
I was only joking.

Don't you ever loosen up?

- You shouldn't say things
like that, Mr. Stoner.

The Cole boys
are up here right now.

- I know that.

The next few days
will be mighty interesting.

- I was first on the scene

covering the story
of your father

when he rode into Laredo
and signed up for amnesty,

and I was with him
in Little Field

when he went after Bob Daniels
and forfeited the amnesty.

- I lived with him
in the hills, him and his men

after they knocked out
that Mexican silver train.

These are important facts,
mind you.

Nothing more than I was paid
to do.

I wasn't interested
in giving him moral lectures,

just lucky enough
to be somebody trusted, I guess.

- Mr. Stoner, people

have told us that you've been
making a career out of our pa.

- I have devoted
the greater part

of a dozen years to the writings
on the life of Frank Cole.

I've enjoyed doing it.

I was an admirer
of your father's.

Still am.

I want the end of his story.

The one who shot your father
in the bank

in the Long Branch Saloon
12 years ago.

You get no apologies from me
for wanting to be the one

to turn the final page
on your father.

- You said you'd have
some information for us.

- I have.

The man who killed your father

rejected the $15,000 worth
of reward money.

- What?

- Now, I'd always assumed,
along with everybody else,

that that money
had been collected.

Well, last month
I was in the state capital,

and I came
across an old auditor's file.

Just a wild shot,

I was hoping somebody would be
careless enough to name the man

who would receive $15,000
the year your father was killed.

- Well -- well,
did -- did you get a name?

- No.

The next best thing.

Returned to general funds.

Now, that was the entry
against the amount

appropriated for the capture
and/or death of Frank Cole.

In other words,
the reward was refused.

- Now, who would turn down
$15,000 after killing to get it?

- Well, certainly not
a professional bounty hunter.

We have here a man so terrified
that, after killing your father,

he rejected that money

rather than chance
his identity became known.

We have here a man
who is rooted to Dodge

and who cannot simply
take that money

and ride off like any other man.

- That doesn't get us any closer
to knowing who it was.

- 12 years ago,

Dodge is simply the place
you -- you rode through.

There was barely 50 people
paying county taxes.

All that has changed.

Half of those either died off
or moved away.

Here is all that's left.

23 names.

If you stir a pot enough,
everything comes to the surface.

I come up
with a pretty long ladle there

in addition there in addition
to those names.

If you fellas are interested,

we can start
a little stirring tonight.

- You're requesting a what?

- A coroner's jury on our pa.

There was never one held.

- Son, your father
was wanted dead or alive.

There was no question
about his death being justified.

- Now, Marshal, the law says
there has to be a coroner's jury

if the next of kin, meaning us,
asks for it.

And there's no time limit.

- I know what the law says.

I also know
who put you up to this.

- Marshal, are we
in our legal right, or ain't we?

- It's not a question
of legal rights and you know it.

- Well, being his boys,

we just want to make sure
it was our pa shot down.

- All right.

And I'll tell you
exactly what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna ride over to Allentown
and see Judge Brooker.

I'm gonna get an injunction
against this inquest.

- Marshal, somehow you ain't
very impartial in this case.

And it seems to us,
you should be.

- Boys, I'm gonna
tell you something.

This is better left alone.

I'm telling you as a friend.

- Are you friendly enough
to tell us why the back shooter

wouldn't take the reward money?

Come on, Billy.

- Man, I'm afraid of this.

- That Stoner got off the stage,

I should have put him
right back on.

- You're right about that. But

if you ran him out of town
now, it sure wouldn't look good.

- Doc, you realize
how few people

that are left that could be
subpoenaed to an inquest?

- That's exactly
what Stoner is counting on.

- I know.

I just hope Judge Brooker sees
fit to grant me an injunction,

that's all.

- Something wrong, Mr. Stoner?

- Eli,

I may decide to give myself
a blue ribbon for stupidity.

- You know, it's getting to me
how Marshal taking sides.

- Yeah, I know.

- I think something just
dropped into my lap.

- Huh?

- With just a particle of luck,

which I richly
deserve at this point...

we should be closing this case

by the time
the marshal gets back.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Woman screams ]

- It's all right.
I was just practicing drawing.

- Well, I knew a man
who lost a foot

practicing his draw
from a loaded gun.

- That right?

Well, I'll know better
next time.

- Eli.

You've always told
an incredible story

about where you were
when Frank Cole was shot --

Asleep on your stool there.

- That's -- that's --
that's true, Mr. Stoner.

- And the shot rang out,
woke you up,

and you ran to that door.

But when you got there,

the killer
had disappeared from view.

Well, now,
why would you run to the door

when you heard a shot?

- Natural thing to do, isn't it?

- I've always accepted that
as a rather natural reaction

to having a --
a shot ring out in the street.

But upon reflection, Eli,

was there a week went by
that some drunken wrangler

wasn't causing a fuss out there?

Any single night that --
that you didn't hear some kind

of disturbance
outside that door?

- Well, I guess not.

- Well, now, I would wager, Eli,

about a dozen times a night
you leaned across this desk,

looked out in the street,
down one side and up the other.

- I don't know what you're
getting at, Mr. Stoner.

- Oh, yes, you do, Eli.

Frank Cole's killer

was standing in the doorway
of the Long Branch Saloon.

Now, you were leaning
across your desk

just a fraction
of a second after that shot.

So you must have seen who it was
standing there in the doorway

of the Long Branch Saloon.

- I hardly remember that --
that -- that far back, just --

just where I was or --

- Well, little
personal transaction.

- No, I -- I --
I didn't say I saw --

- I'm sick of people
in this town

protecting a man
who shot my father.

- Now, Eli
has a nervous condition.

Amos!

He frightens easily.

- Please, Mr. Cole.

I'm a family man.

- So was my pa.

And he left my ma
to raise my brother and me.

Now, I'm giving
you just five seconds

to guess
if I'm gonna pull this trigger.

- I only saw his back!

- His back?

Now Eli, you tell me of any man
near or in this town

that you would not recognize
front, back, or sideways

from all the time you
spent looking through that door.

- I don't know nothing about it.

- Who killed my pa?!

- The marshal!

It was Marshal Dillon.

Marshal.

- We're gonna
have to be careful.

We'll have to be mighty careful.

Your grandfather said
that the man was standing out

in front of the Long Branch
Saloon when he fired that shot.

You, Eli,

you heard the sound of the gun,
you leaned across the desk,

and you saw Dillon
in that doorway.

- Marshal never knew I saw him.

Nobody ever knew.
I -- I didn't blame him.

I didn't blame not taking any
chance with a fast gunfighter.

- Only protecting himself,
keeping it a secret.

- Lawman aren't entitled
to a reward.

That's why the money
was never collected.

Oh, this all fits in so nice.

- I shook hands with him.

He said he wanted
to be our friend.

- Oh, he was just
playing it smart.

And that's what you got
to do right now.

- What do you mean?

- We'll talk it over in my room.

- I don't want to talk.
- Now, listen to me.

There's a right way and a wrong
way of handling this.

You gone along this far,
you're gonna

go a little farther.

Thank you, Eli.

I'll send you
an autographed copy of the book.

I'll refer to you
as Mr. X in it.

- Amos, you cannot go out
after the marshal on the trail,

because they're gonna
say you ambushed him.

And whether you call him or not.

- He's right, Amos.

- A bounty hunter
shoots a wanted man in the back.

All right,
I can see that, maybe.

But a lawman.

- You want justice, not revenge.

- I want Dillon dead.

- You got the rest
of the town on your side.

- I don't care nothin'
about this town.

- You might start to care

when they get a noose
around your neck.

- If I settle with the one
who bushwhacked my pa?

Oh, no.

- You get Dillon,
but do it with some style,

like your father
would have done.

- Now it's time for some truth.

I want the real reason
that you kept quiet.

And don't -- don't tell me
it was to protect someone

just 'cause the governor
said so.

- What are you talkin' about?

- Protectin' the Marshal
you're sweet on

is what I'm talkin' about.

- All right, Amos.
That's enough.

- A name you deserve
ain't fit to be print.

- Hold it right there.

- Eveyone's in on it!
They're all in on it!

- Oh, buddy, you know that --

- That back-shootin' Marshal's
been hidin' behind her skirt.

- Get him out of here.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

- All right.

Now, you listen to me.

I'm comin' in tomorrow
and facin' the Marshal.

I leave it up to the town

if I ain't got the right
to call my Pa's back shooter.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- Stoner.

I think you've excited that boy
just about enough.

- My friend, each of us
inherit certain rights.

Ask any of these
fair-minded gentlemen

if a son has not only a duty,

but a right, to avenge
the murder of his father.

- Hold.
Please listen to me, mister.

If you stay in town until
tomorrow when Matthew gets back,

it ain't gonna be the smartest
thing you've ever did.

I'll guarantee you that.

- Doc, you know
what he's gonna do to Matt.

- This here's the messiest mess
that I've ever saw.

- People are gonna be
wantin' some answers.

And Matt won't do that.

And he can't face that boy.

- Kitty, when someone
says they're comin' after you

with a gun, the only thing
you can do is defend yourself.

I don't know of any way
in the world

you can avoid a gunfight

with somebody who thinks
they've got a rightful cause.

Of course, Matt could
throw him in jail,

just postpone it.

Run him out of town,
but he'd be back.

No, sir.

There's a few things
you can refuse a man.

But when he's bound determined
he's gonna fight you,

you gotta accommodate him.

- Always been like magic,
that gun of your pa's.

- It has a good feel, Grandpa.

It's all I ever been usin'.

- I guess you know
what I'm feelin', William.

It's a matter maybe
shouldn't be done this way.

- I got strong feelings,
Grandpa.

- Know that, Amos, but Marshal's
always been a man

willin' to listen and talk.

- Marshal's been a man
lyin' to you all these years

about it bein' a stranger
that night.

There's only one thing
to think about, Grandpa.

The Marshal shot your son
in the back.

- Still thinkin'
I should talk to him.

- Talk about what, Grandpa?

- Maybe if he
wasn't wearin' a gun,

if he admitted he done wrong.

You don't gun a man
who says he done wrong.

- Grandpa,
after all these years,

Marshal Dillon is not gonna
admit that back shootin'.

Now, you know that.

- We can ask.

I'll go in and talk.

And if he says he's sorry,

well, Amos won't have
to go drawin' on him.

- I don't know, man.

Maybe if the marshal
says he done wrong

or if he tells
all them townspeople

that he's
a cowardly back shooter,

and worse, bein' a lawman.

I mean,
if he stands there without a gun

and shows that it took a coward
to gun down Pa,

well, I guess -- I guess
he wouldn't be worth shootin'.

- I'll hitch the wagon.

- That still doesn't
suit you, huh?

- Amos.

Amos, I told you that it felt
like a graveyard around here.

And I meant it.

We should have never
come back here.

We should have left our pa
buried the way he was.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

- Well, there's either been
trouble, or there's gonna be.

- Which is it?
- A little of both.

- Oh, it's that blame newspaper
feller Stoner, Matthew.

He stirred up a whale of a mess.

- What's he done?

- He's got Amos Cole
so stirred up,

he's comin' in to town
to face you in a gunfight.

And I don't think
you're gonna be able

to talk him out of it, either.

- Amos Cole gonna fight me?
What for?

- Well, he's accused you of
shooting his father in the back.

He's made sure
the whole town knows it.

- Yeah, and that Stoner's

makin' sure the whole country
knows about it.

He sent off a whole batch
of telegraphs this mornin'.

- I think I'll just go over
and have a talk with Mr. Stoner.

I'll see you later.

- Marshal.

I -- I...

- What room is Stoner in?

- Number eight.

I'm -- I'm sorry.

Marshal, I --

- Judge Brooker rule
on the inquest yet, Marshal?

- There's not gonna be
any inquest, Stoner.

I want you on the noon stage.

- Fine. Fine.

Give me plenty of time
to wrap up my story, Marshal.

- Marshal.

Hi.

- Jonathan.
- I came here first, Marshal,

to do some talkin'.

- Good. I hope you told Amos

what a foolish thing it is
he's thinkin' about.

- Well, now,
I -- I'm thinkin', Marshal,

that the talkin' to Amos would
do more good comin' from you.

- He wouldn't listen to me.

- Depends on what you say.

Now, I mean,
if you was to tell him

you didn't mean
to back shoot that night,

maybe figurin' that Frank was
out to trick you or somethin'.

You could tell Amos that.

- I can't do that, Jonathan.

- Well, why not?

Ain't it enough you kill my son

without maybe killin'
my grandson?

I don't want no more killin',
Marshal.

- Neither do I.

- Come with me, Jonathan.

- Well, maybe it was accidental.
You could tell him it's that.

Yeah, please tell him that.

Then you won't have
to shoot him, too.

- Marshal?

- Marshal always sayin'
a stranger done it.

Nobody'd blame him
changin' his story

if he just come right out

and said it was a thing
he couldn't help.

- Did you talk to my grandpa?

- Yes, I talked to him.

- Well?

Is that all you got to say, huh?

- Son, I'll tell you one thing.

You're makin' a mistake.

- Hold it right there, Marshal.

I suppose you didn't shoot my pa
in the back.

- I told you,
you're makin' a mistake.

- All right.

You're carryin' a gun.

On the count of three, Marshal.

- Amos, don't.

- One.

- Amos, this is no good.

- Two.

- Now, don't be a fool, Amos.

- Frank. Frank! Frank!

- Grandpa.

- Oh.

Oh, I thought you was --

I thought he was Frank.

But you -- you can't be Frank.

Frank's been dead for 12 years.

I thought he was Frank.

It was me, wasn't it, Doc?

Marshal?

It was mekilled your pa.

- Oh, Grandpa.

- Your pa in town
to kill the Marshal,

and me tryin' to talk him
out of it.

It had to stop, boy,

your pa killin' for money.

That's what he was doin'
in the end,

killin' for pay,

takin' the lives of decent men.

[ Sobbing ]

- Marshal, I --

- Stoner, stay away from there.

You got your story.

- Howdy, Jonathan.

How's everything goin'
out at the farm?

- Oh, Festus, you'll never
recognize the place.

These two are worth
positive miracles.

- Yeah, huh?

- The south 40's been cleared,
plowed, and planted.

- We're gonna have a fine crop
of Milo maize come harvest time.

- I knew I was right
hangin' on to that old farm.

I just knew my grandboys
would take to it

and make somethin' out of it.
Yes, sir, I did.

- Oh, come on, Grandpa.

There's a lot more
to get inside.

- Let's get on with it, then.

Oh, Marshal,

you and Festus gotta take supper
with us one of these nights.

- You just name the time.

- Sunday week.

- We'll be there for...
[speaks indistinctly]

- We'll be expectin' you.

Much obliged.

- That old man, he just makes
you feel plumb soulsome,

- don't it?
- Soulsome?

- Yeah, seein' Jonathan
be his old self again

and Amos and William,

just soulsome and round-y.

What I mean round-y

like they ain't no sharp edges
stickin' out no place.

You know what I mean?

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