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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."