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[ Gunshot ]

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

[ Gunshot ]

-Too bad your aim
wasn't that good

with that little gal
back at the Crossroads Saloon.

-Well, I didn't have
my full of mind.

Yeah.
-Hey, now.

What are you tryin' to say,
Papi?

You could have
if you tried harder?

-Well, I didn't see you
two doin' no better.

-Well, Papi, we was just tryin'
to give you a clear road,

respect that gray beard's
entitled to.

-Oh, is that so?

Well, you boys are gonna
learn one of these days

that a few gray hairs don't
keep a man away from the table.

It just makes him
a little more choosy.

Now, start skinnin' that calf.

You look at 'em
push them horses.

-I'm Parker.

That calf dying
when you shot it?

-Well, we thought it crippled.

-Yeah, we figured the wolves
get to it before nightfall.

-Or one of
my own riders, maybe.

All right, drop your gun belts.

-Up in the Dakotas,
where we come from,

it's kinda understood you don't
leave a calf to the wolves.

You find one crippled
or lost in the brush, well,

you have yourself a feed
and everybody...

-You hold on.

-You were told to drop them
gun belts, loose mouth.

-Sheriff, you figure we have
legal right to take action?

-Well, I --I reckon they
aren't guilty of butcherin',

Mr. Parker.

-All right...

Help them on their way.

-Everything gets paid for
in this world, boy.

Maybe that's a lesson'll stay
with you now.

-How you doin'?

-[ Groans ]

My back ain't too good.

Don't mind me.

See to Floyd.

-Floyd?

-Wh--

Rub his face.
Get him to stirrin'.

-He's dead.

He's dead, Papi.

-Like the man said,
everything gets paid for.

[ Theme music playing ]

-You knuckleheads quit
droppin' your jaws

and put it up there --
now cinch it up!

-I'm just trying
to tell you this here banner's

high-tailed, too!

-Louie, Louie,
I got more importanter things

to do to get ready
for this party than stand here

and try to tell you how to do
these little, simple things.

-Now, Festus,
if you'll just listen.

We're trying to --

-Now, I ain't gonna stand here
and argue with you.

Now, I want you
to cinch it right there

where I tell you to,
and do it right now.

-Well, that don't surprise me
a bit.

-Howdy, Matthew, Doc.
-Festus.

-What don't surprise you?

-When in thunder
you gonna learn to read?

-Now, I just barely
got to say how you did

and already
you're gettin' nasty.

-Why don't you
answer my question,

when are you
gonna learn to read?

-All right, Mr. Smart Aleck,
you high tone hoo haw,

I've done started to learn.

-That's kinda hard to believe.

-All right,
I'll just shows you.

-Barn party, everybody welcome.

-Well, I'll be doggone.
He's right.

That's what it says.
I guess I was mistaken.

Here all the time
I thought you were backward.

Now I know you're
upside down and backward.

What's that?

-Mm.

-How you makin' it, Papi.

-There's plenty of feelin'
in my back, that's for sure.

-You got a doctor on hand?
-I'm a doctor.

What's your trouble?
-Well, I --

I guess I got some bones
pushed around in my back, Doc.

-How about your legs,
can you use 'em?

No feelin'?

-Feels like about 10 pounds
of lead hung on my boots.

-Best place for you is in bed.

Just stay on your horse.

Ma Smalley's right here.
Bring him over here.

-My friend needs an undertaker.

-What happened to him?

-Head hit a rock.

-Festus, give him a hand,
will you?

-I want to know
a little more about this.

I'll be over at my office
afterward.

-All right.

-Matthew, lookee here.

-He did a heap more'n hit his
head on a rock.

Look at that.

-Yeah.

I tell you, all three of 'em
look like they've been

in some kind of a fight.

Have Doc check his body over for
a bullet later.

-All right.

I'll drag him off.
You get his legs, now.

Whoa.
Ooh.

-Mr. Johnson, I guess
I don't have to tell you,

the less movin' around you do,
the better off you'll be.

-What I'm interested in, Doc,

is how much movin' these legs
are gonna be doin'.

-Well, I think we just better
go into that tomorrow.

-What's wrong with now, Doc?

-Well, in 24 hours
I'll know a good deal

more about how much damage
there is to those nerves.

Let's just hope that it's
temporary shock for the moment.

Let's have a look at you now.

-I'm fine.

-All right.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Don't forget, don't
more any more'n you have to.

-Thank you, Doc.

-Well, it'd be me layin'
in that bed there

if you hadn't jumped
in the way you did.

-Bob, I got an idea
what's on your mind.

Maybe you better hand it
over to the marshal here.

-Oh, no, Papi.

You knocked into my head
a long time ago,

you ever owe a man,
you pay him back.

Up to now,
I've been doin' exactly that.

And I don't see much reason
to change.

-You don't kill men
like Parker to even things.

He ain't no gun hand.

He's a power in the state.

In the long run,
it'd be you get hurt.

-Well...

I'm gonna go see to Floyd.

I guess we can afford a stone
for him.

-Bob, just leave it
to the marshal.

-Yeah, sure, Papi.
I mean to do that.

You a maid or something?

-I'm Angel.

-Your name,
or are you just braggin'?

-I kind of help with
the boarders, kitchen help.

-That's for Zack.

-Figured he'd be hungry.

-You know, Zack won't be gettin'
around by himself for a while.

So you take this, make sure
he don't want for nothin'.

-You don't have to pay me,
mister.

-One thing, I ain't old enough
to be called mister.

Another thing, Angel, don't you
ever do nothin' in this world

for nothin' --

thanks will
likely stick in your throat.

-Well, how are you?
-Doc.

You said we had some talkin',
Marshal?

-Yeah, come on in.

Like a cup of coffee?

-No, thanks.

-I'd sure like to know more

about what happened to you
out there.

-Well, we butchered a crippled
calf west of the Sink.

Some riders didn't take to it.

-West of the Sink?
Well, that'd be on Parker land.

Was it his riders?

-Well, you see, we didn't
exactly get to know one another.

-What about the brand
on the calf?

-Didn't notice.

-I see.

What's your name?

-Bob Johnson.

-Johnson.

What about the dead man?

-Floyd Vince.

-Okay.
The injured man?

-Zachariah Johnson.

-Any relation?

-Well, yes and no.

-What do you mean?

-I was about 6 days old

when Zack Johnson picked me off
a Deadwood trash dump

where somebody'd left me.

Gave me a name, home, shared
straight down the line with me.

He's in bed with crippled legs
because he saved my life

this mornin'.

That sound like a relationship,
Marshal?

-I'd say so, yeah.

Johnson.

How'd you like to ride out
to the Parker place with me?

-That might be interestin',
Marshal.

I hear he's put together
quite a spread for himself.

-Yeah.

Runs for about 100 miles
down into Oklahoma territory.

Most of it's
out of my jurisdiction.

-So, he does just about what
he pleases in them 100 miles.

-Well, it's a legal township.

It was there while Dodge
was still a cattle trail.

It's always stuck in
Parker's craw

that his town went downhill
while Dodge grew.

-I bet it does.

-Got himself in a whole lot
of trouble

by insisting on being
his own law out there too.

-I can see a man
wantin' to make his own rules,

tell the world to go
to the devil and make it stick.

-That's somethin' no man does,
is make his own rules.

-They're doin' it all the time,
marshal.

You stick a fat foot
in your face and push.

Oh, you can cry,
and you can complain.

You ain't fast enough slidin'
away from that big, fat foot,

you just don't live out a life.

-You pretty sure that,
are ya?

-I've been there, marshal.

I see the man gettin' in there
first and fast,

man who grows up.

-Sound like you've been
shavin' quite a while.

-Reckon to some ways I shave
as close as you, marshal.

I'll be waitin' outside.

-All right.

-I think you'd be sick
of ridin' out to Parker's place

by this time, bein'
told the same story every time.

You got no jurisdiction
out there, Matt.

-I can tell you,
Judge Brooker's

getting as tired as I am with
this so-called sheriff Sloan

protecting Parker's men every
time they get in trouble.

I got a murder charge now.

This boy here can make
a positive identification,

I'll go out there
and arrest those men

and jail 'em
right here in Dodge.

-Good luck.

-You're gettin' there, boy.

-I figure I'm there.

Hey, Pa, look here.

-Parker.
-Marshal.

-Man was killed up
by the West Sink this morning,

another one pretty badly hurt.

You know anything about it?

-Sloan.

Marshal has some law questions
to discuss with you.

-I'm askin' you, Parker.

-Well, I'll tell
you once again, Marshal,

we have a duly-elected sheriff.

You have any questions, ask him.

-Any of these men
among the ones

who were out there his morning?

-Marshal, I just don't think I
ever met

any of these gentlemen before.

-I have some cold beer inside

if this visit's turning
into a social one.

-That's the way
you see it, huh?

-You don't mind, I think I'll
have some of that cold beer.

-All right.

-What's your play?

-That cold beer you mentioned.

-I've seen that kid
before today.

Oh, yeah.

-Well, it's the first time I've
ever been served in a saloon

by a real sheriff.

-I'd say one thing
for you, boy.

You're no cry baby.

-Oh, I learned a long time ago,
Mr. Parker,

a man plants his own feet
on the ground and digs in,

don't go lookin'
for a law man to hold his head.

-Now what's this about someone
getting killed out at the Sink?

-Well, that was Floyd,
Mr. Parker.

A rock got in the way
of his head.

-His death wasn't intentional.

-Oh, I didn't think
you go around

killin' people, Mr. Parker.

-I'm not apologizing
for my actions.

I want you to understand that.

-I got a clear understanding of
you, Mr. Parker, real clear.

-You and me meet me before?

-Well, if we had,
it wouldn't be somethin'

I'd be braggin' about.

-Still got the loose mouth,
ain't you?

-Look, we'll pay
for your friend's funeral.

-That's somethin' else
about me, Mr. Parker,

me and my way.

Who's buryin' a friend?

-Why'd you ride in here, boy?

-Mr. Parker, you almost
sound like you're afraid of me.

-My Pa's afraid of nobody.

-Sure are pretty.

There be notches on that gun...

-You got a long ride
back to Dodge.

-Well, thank you for
the hospitality.

Maybe some day I'll be able
to pay you back.

-He's got some size.

-He don't look like too much
to me.

-Figure you've seen
all that much

you know what you're lookin' at?

-It's like an itch,
where I seen that kid before.

[ Humming ]

-Well, Festus, how's it goin'?

-Ah, fine as frog hair, Matthew.

You know, we aught to raise
a whole heap of money

on these folks takin' a chance.

That there's a pretty good
prize.

-Yeah, one thing we'll have
plenty of around here tomorrow

is noise.

See you later.

Johnson.
-Marshal.

-Stay long in Parkertown?

-I had my beer.

-Johnson, and I'd like
to help you if I can.

But I can't unless you
play it straight with me.

-Marshal, you and me's
got a bit difference.

I ain't never asked for help.

Now, I know you're paid
for help.

I don't want it.

So, that leaves nothin'
between you and me.

How's Zack doin'?

-Last time I went in there,
he was asleep.

-Well, I'll, uh...

-Uh, the room
next to his I made up for you.

I, uh, bought it with the money
you gave me.

-For that street party
tomorrow night?

-Oh, well,
I'm not much for partyin'.

It's just, uh...

I never had
a pretty dress before.

-I never heard of a girl
who wasn't much for partyin'.

-Well, I mean me bein' help
and everything.

-What are you tryin' to say?

You ain't good enough
for a street party?

-Nobody said that.

-Just you knowin' you ain't?

-Puttin' it in a funny way.

-How long you been hidin'
in corners?

-I don't hide in corners.

-Angel, somewhere along the way,

you better learn
you don't lie to yourself.

Tell it the way
it does you the most good,

but don't ever lie to yourself.

You want this door open?

-I don't care.

-Johnson, I want you to keep
your eyes closed now.

You just tell me if you feel
a tinglin' here in your finger.

Here.

-Yes.

-And here.
-Yes.

-Well, let's try
this other hand.

Now, will you keep your eyes
closed?

I'll do all the lookin' here.

How about that?

-No.

-There?

-No.

-There?

-No.

How soon am I gonna
be walkin', Doc?

-Just let me know here
if you feel any pain.

[ Winces ]

-You look like you been
suckin' persimmons, Doc.

-You're tender right there.

-I felt it some.

Now, what about my walkin'?

-Still can't answer that.

-Something wrong
with my innards too?

-Well, from the roughin'
up you got,

I'd say there's
a pretty good chance of it.

-Hey, Doc, don't you know?

-No, son.
I don't know.

Mr. Johnson,
I hope you want the truth.

-I wouldn't want
you to tell me anything else.

-All right, you're just not
gettin' along

as good as I hoped
you would.

That could be
because the nervous system

is more seriously damaged

than we can see,
it'll take a little while.

-Well, we've got no plans
that need lookin' to.

We've got the time.

-All right.

That's fine
because right now I have a baby

that just can't make up its mind

whether it's gonna get born
tonight or tomorrow

or next week.

I'll drop in.

-I'm much obliged to you.

-You're very welcome.

If you need me,
Ma Smalley knows where I am.

-What's on your mind, son?

-That town of Parker's, maybe.

-Well, if he's got the town
locked up out there

like you say,

that ain't no place
for you to go again.

-Well, that town
is real important to Parker.

His'n law makes his name big.

-So?

-I don't know, Papi.

Just don't know.

-You generally talk a lot
straighter to me, Bob.

-Parker's gotta pay.

I don't know how,
and I don't know when.

What would hurt him the most?

Half the night I kept thinkin'
about it,

about what would hurt
Parker the most.

-You're liable to wind up
gettin' hurt more.

-Maybe.

-Which proves you
ain't near as smart as Parker.

-Well, that sure
is near the truth.

-Bob, can I get
you to do me a favor?

-Yeah.
What's that, Papi?

-I been thinkin' about
that dance goin' on out there

in the street tonight,

not bein' able to take part, uh,
especially in the drinkin'.

And, uh, I just thinkin' maybe
if I get a bottle up here,

that sure would take care
of things.

-Sure, Papi.
I'll get you one right now.

-And count to three.

Minute you figure out
how to hurt Parker,

durin' that count,

you ask yourself if
what you're doin' is real smart.

-I got a good head
for countin', Papi.

-Yeah.

-You grow all these yourself?

-Been, uh,

real lucky with geraniums if,
um, these take or plant daisies.

-I like daisies.

Angel, what kind of flowers
you figure look good on a grave?

I buried my friend,
Floyd, this morning.

Well, looked kinda lonely,
like nobody was caring,

you know?

-I'll plant some
if you want me to.

-Good.

I'll pay you for 'em.

-You don't have
to pay for anything.

-Angel, you sure
got some growin' up to do.

-People are startin' to come in
for the street party.

-Angel, why don't you get that
frilly little dress of yours

shook out, uh...

plan on meetin' me about 8:00?

Well, unless you got
about six fellas fightin'

for the opportunity
of callin' tonight.

-You know I ain't.

-Well, don't be
lookin' so happy

because you
ain't gettin' no prize.

-Come on.

Come open up here for it.

Come on.

[ Festus talking indistinctly ]

All right, friends.
Step up here.

Now, for just a dollar,
you might win the first prize,

this here handmade,
special-made handgun.

And I got pistols for any of you
that ain't got guns of your own.

Here, get your hands
off of that.

You lookin' just got a extra
dollar betwixt you, have you?

It's for a good purpose,
you know.

-We don't go
for no sucker games.

-Well, who's a-beggin' you to,
you knucklehead?

-Probably got them guns

fixed so they
don't shoot straight anyway.

-Oh, you can say that again.
-Get on off me.

-Come on.
-Festus, that's enough.

Hold on, now.
All right, you two, move along.

Break it up.

Come on.

What happened, anyway?

-Oh, it's them dang

Lukenses -- claimin'
I got these guns here fixed.

-You don't, do you?
-Well, of course --

Better than that, Matthew.

-Festus, try to keep everything
nice and calm, will you?

We want to have a nice,
pleasant party here.

-All right.

All right, step up here
and put your dollar down.

You gonna make a try?

Much obliged, now,
take a good aim.

[ Gunshot ]

-Your supper, Mr. Johnson.

-Oh, thank you, Angel.

Hey.

That's a mighty pretty dress
you've got on there.

Spin around right there
and let me take a look at you.

Yes, sir.

If I wasn't strapped
down here, well,

I'd be hand wrestlin' old Bob

for the pleasure of takin'
you to that dance tonight.

-And I might be just wishin'
that you'd win.

-You're a female woman,
all right.

-I'll be lookin' in later,
Mr. Johnson.

-All right, thank you, dear.

[ Glass breaks ]

Well, Doc, you sure called it.

-Angel?

Now, your mama named you Angel.

Sure knew what she was doin'.

That's real nice.

There'll be some jealous fellas
at that party tonight.

I'm off, Papi.
You want anything?

-No.
No, thank you.

-You sure now?

-Be off with you.

[ Groaning ]

-How about some punch, Louie.

-Thank you, Miss Kitty.

It's punch.

-Yeah, it's fruit punch.

-I thought it was punch punch.

-Wait just a minute.
Let me have it.

Have some punch punch, Louie.

-Sorry, I can't dance so good.

-You were doin' just fine.

-First party
I've ever been to.

[ Men laughing loudly ]

-Excuse me, Angel,
you be havin' a good time.

-See what I mean?
One out of six you got there.

You just done
plumb good, Mr. Whitaker,

seein' you been havin'
so much liver trouble and all.

Why don't you just --
Parker, how about you?

You want to take a chance
on this special-made handgun?

Put the money.
I'll go right to it there.

-All right.
Everybody stand back.

Give me some room.
-Move back, everybody.

Just move back.
Give him plenty of room now.

Don't --
Get out of his way there.

You didn't not only bust
'em all,

but you did it faster than
anybody I've ever saw.

-It's a dollar?

-I'm tryin' to keep track

of the time it takes
for you to empty out his gun.

-Parker, you sure got 'em all.

-I generally do.

-Well, you got a little bit
of your Pa in you.

-That didn't sound right.

I said,
that didn't sound right, cowboy.

-Time's important, huh?

-Well, you seen
what Parker done there.

He shot six shots.

And it wasn't a split second
in betwixt any two of 'em.

-Somethin' personal in
what you said.

-Do I have to be talked
to while I'm shootin'?

-No, no.

Whenever you're ready,
just go ahead on.

[Laughing]
-The wind ain't right I guess.

-Well, you target shooters
always got an edge,

nobody in front of you.

You eye on the wrong end
of the barrel.

-I don't get your meanin'.

-I'm just sayin'
that you're the best I ever saw.

-Like ridin' a greased pig,
facin' him.

-He didn't mean that.

-Oh, he was diggin' his spurs
in you, all right.

-Yeah, well, I don't like it.

-Oh, Burke, Burke,

you want to take a chance on
this special-made handgun here?

Just a dollar, you know.

-No, I just came by
to relieve you.

-Relieve me?

-You're callin' out
the dance tonight, aren't you?

-Well, of course
I am.

But I ain't doin' it
'til 9:00.

-You're late.

The big hand's past 11.

And the little hand's past 13.

-Well, you don't have to be
such a smart aleck about it.

Look out.

[ Band playing ]

♪ Hey, bow to your partner

♪ Bow to your toe

♪ Wave 'cross the room
to your ma-in-law ♪

♪ Well, all hold hands
and circle to the South ♪

♪ And let a little sunshine
in your mouth ♪

♪ Hey, drop your horse
and grand tail back ♪

♪ Indian style

-You sayin'
I can't face your gun?

-I sure want no trouble from
a gun like yours, Mr. Parker.

-You backin' down.

-Oh, I never backed up,
Mr. Parker.

-There you go.
Doin' it again.

I can't grab hold of the way
you talk.

You puttin' me down?
-No.

I'm just sayin'
I don't want to fight

with the kind of gun you handle,
that's all, Mr. Parker.

-Maybe you ain't got the right
to talk like you do.

-Talkin' never hurt no one,
Mr. Parker.

-You got some apologizin'.

-No, I don't figure it
that way.

-♪ Swing real high,
and swing low ♪

-Well, I'm sayin' you ain't got
the kind of backbone

that goes with that wide mouth
of yours.

[ Band stops playing ]

-Kind of pushes me
in a corner, Mr. Parker.

-Well, I'm ready any time
you are.

-Hold on there.

That's enough, Parker.

-He can't back up that wide
mouth of his, Marshal.

-I said that's enough.
Give me your gun.

All right, Johnson, outside.

Festus.

-All right, everybody,
get your partners.

-Let's go.
-Form the square.

We're fixin' to go again.
Get in. Go ahead.

[ Band playing ]

♪ Hey, bow to your partner

♪ Bow to your toe

♪ Wave 'cross the room
to your ma-in-law ♪

-I almost made a fool
out of myself, Papi.

I suddenly got that feeling,

like I'd eaten somethin' sour,
real sick feeling.

To hurt Parker,
kill his kid.

I mean, I was deliberately
gettin' that kid to draw on me.

You asleep, Papi?

Papi?

It shouldn't've happened.

It shouldn't've
happened that way, Papi.

It shouldn't've happened.

[ Band playing in distance ]

-Matt.

Bob, what's the matter?

-You wanted time?

It just ran out --
Zack's dead.

He didn't deserve
to die like that, Angel.

-There's times
nothin' can be done.

-I wasn't even there
when it happened.

-There, big man
with his big mouth.

-You start any trouble
in Dodge,

your pa is gonna
sit tight on you, boy.

-Let go.

Johnson!

Got somethin' besides
some talk, Johnson?

Show these people
you got some backbone!

Draw, Johnson, you coward!

Draw!

-He's dead.
-How'd it happen?

-The Parker boy told him to,
Marshal.

The other boy'd sure been dead

if he hadn't
pulled a hand quick.

-That's true, Matthew,
pure self defense.

Parker here even
greased Johnson first.

-Doc?
-Dead.

-All right, you men.
Get him on a buckboard.

Get him home.

-Marshal.

-Funny thing,
lick it up a notch.

Leonard was the fastest gun
in town.

Don't figure the way
he got beat.

-Johnson, I'd like your version
of what happened there.

-I guess Leonard
proved it don't pay

to mix drinkin' with shootin'.

-Why'd he come after you?

-Could be he didn't like me.

-There's more to it than that.

-Marshal, there's always
more to everything.

Like Zack used to say,
you kick a stone down a hill,

a lot more's gonna wind up at
the bottom of that hill

besides that one stone.

I figured a long time back,
Parker kicked too many stones.

-Mr. Parker ridin' in, Marshal.

-I tried to stop him,
Mr. Parker.

But he grabbed my gun.

-Who did it?
-Parker.

I'm sorry this had to happen.

But your boy provoked the fight.
He fired the first shot.

-Got to go along with it,
Mr. Parker.

-I asked who did it.

-It was me, Mr. Parker.

Your son's got
a special gun comin' to him.

Now, maybe he won
that prize,

and maybe he didn't.

-A medicine show kid.

Abilene, a trick shooter
for the medicine show.

-Parker, get your boy
outta here.

-You heard him.

-Johnson.

Figure you're even with Parker?

-What do you mean?

-We're buryin' Zack
in the morning.

After that,
I want you outta Dodge for good.

-Not sure I care to be told
there's a place I can't come to,

Marshal.

You see, up to now, I've been as
free as the wind moving around.

-Tomorrow morning.

-Looks nice, Angel.

Thank you.

-If these don't take up,
I'll plant some more.

-Well, I guess I'll be
headin' out.

-Never coming back?

-Parker sent me with a message
for you, young fellow.

He'd like
to see you in Parkertown.

I've got my own message for you.

Stay outta that town.

-Well, if it ain't one
giving me orders, it's another.

-Well, that ain't no order
from me.

Fact is, I'm, uh...
I'm quittin' Parker.

I'm not even goin' back.

So it's just friendly advice
when I say to you,

stay outta that town.

-You ain't goin' to Parkertown.

-I guess I don't need
that kind of trouble.

I move around a lot, Angel.

I'll be comin'
through Dodge again.

-I reckon I'll still be there.

-Stay tuned for scenes from the
conclusion of tonight's story.

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