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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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