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-Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

-I'm Parker.

That calf dying when you shot it?

-Well, we found it crippled.

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

-Or one of my own riders, maybe.

All right.

Help them on their way.

♪

[ Neighs ]

Everything gets paid for in this world, boy.

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

-What's your name?

-Bob Johnson.

-The injured man?

-Zachariah Johnson.

-Any relation?

-I was about 6 days old

when Zack Johnson picked me off a deadwood trash dump

where somebody had left me.

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

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

this morning.

That sound like a relationship, Marshal?

-I'd say so, yeah.

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

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

He ain't no gun hand.

He's a power in this state.

-I don't know, Papi.

You knocked into my head a long time ago,

you never owe a man, you pay him back.

-Why'd you ride in here, boy?

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

-My pa's afraid of nobody.

-You sure are pretty.

I bet there'll be notches on that gun, huh?

-All right, you're just not getting along as good

as I hoped you would.

That may be because there's more damage

to that nervous system than we can see.

-Parker's got to pay.

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

What would hurt him the most?

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

-People starting to come in for the street party.

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

shook out and, uh, plan on meeting me about 8:00?

Well, unless you got about six fellas fighting

for the opportunity to call tonight.

-You know I ain't.

-Well, don't be looking so happy

because you ain't getting no prize.

-Parker, you sure got 'em off.

-I generally do.

[ Laughs ]

The wind ain't right, I guess.

-Well, you target shooters always got an edge,

nobody in front of you.

You eyeing the wrong end of the barrel.

-Papi.

It shouldn't have happened.

It shouldn't have happened that way, Papi.

It shouldn't have happened.

-Johnson.

You got something besides some talk, Johnson?

Draw!

♪

-It was me, Mr. Parker.

-The medicine-show kid.

Abilene, trick shooter for the medicine show.

-Johnson.

Think you're even with Parker?

-What do you mean?

-We're burying Zack in the morning.

After that, I want you out of Dodge for good.

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

He'd like to see you in Parker Town.

I've got my own message for you.

Stay out of that town.

♪

♪

-Good morning.

-I ain't too sure about that yet, Mr. Parker.

What'd you have in mind?

-I would've thought that rope could've told you that.

-Well, odds in your favor don't leave it much of a gamble.

-I have no intention of gambling.

You're going on trial for murder.

Now get him off that horse.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshots ]

[ Wind whistling ]

[ Gun clicks ]

[ Clicks ]

[ Hoofbeats ]

[ Whistling continues ]

[ Gunshot ]

Get out there and get behind him.

-Parker, I've seen that kid pick off a handful of dimes

at 50 feet.

-Either you're working for me or you're not.

-I ain't dying for no $200 a month.

-Middle of the month.

It's about half what you got coming.

Not one of you have the guts of a rabbit.

[ Whistling continues ]

-Parker!

Hey, Parker, come on out here and look at the job you did!

Boy, all I got to say is you sure ain't much.

No, sir, Mr. Parker.

From the minute we met, you ain't done one thing right.

Like this town sitting here.

You know, I think you like to bury things and bury people,

like that boy of yours, these people here.

You killed 'em, Mr. Parker.

Oh, don't you make no mistake about it

because you are the killer.

And you hire men like Hiller

who you can't even trust behind your back.

-I'm dying.

-Oh, and I think it's a shame

because you lost it all, Mr. Parker.

I wish there was some way

you could spend the rest of your days on that porch

sitting in a rocking chair thinking about it, feeling it.

♪

Don't you go dying on me.

I'll show you what you should've done to this town 50 years ago.

Are you watching?!

Watch it, Parker!

Watch it burn, Parker!

You just keep your eyes on it!

♪

This town is just like you,

Mr. Parker, ain't nothing more it stands for!

[ Gunshot ]

♪

[ Horses neighing ]

-Parker took a bullet in the back, Matthew.

-I rid you of this town, Marshal.

You just didn't know how to go about it.

[ Wind whistling ]

-Looks like he's doing better.

-Wish I felt that way, Marshal.

-When can we move him to jail?

-Well, I don't want you to do that.

That bullet's still in there, Matt.

I won't take it out until you regenerate some

of that lost blood,

which will take a while for it to take.

-Hmm. Well, in that case,

I'll have Festus and Burke come up here

and take turns guarding him.

Gonna be an inquest in the morning.

-I had a right to defend myself, Marshal.

-I'm afraid it's not that simple.

You were the one that went out there.

You were the one looking for trouble.

-Well, I heard they had a noose waiting for my neck.

-Yeah.

Well, that's that Sheriff Sloan told me.

That's the reason I went out there after you.

You know, it doesn't look good,

what with Parker being shot in the back.

-I told you, Hiller must've done it.

He must had a grudge against Parker and decided to even it.

That's all. -Ah, picking a time

when you were shooting people down in the street.

-Didn't say it made sense.

Doc, you've lived a long time.

You get to a point where the world begins to make sense?

Or does it just stay kind of crazy?

-I don't know if I can answer that for you.

But if you're curious enough,

you keep asking questions like that,

you'll get some answers.

-Matthew. -Festus.

Hello, Hiller.

I was about to go looking for you.

-Figured you might be.

-I want to know a little more about what happened out there

at Parker Town.

-I've been hearing how the kid was telling different

than it was.

Sure, sure, Parker was gonna hang the kid.

He was waiting for him.

And I don't blame the kid for opening up in town.

Don't blame him at all.

In fact, I told Parker he was off trying to hang anybody.

-The way the boy tells it,

he said he heard a shot from the saloon, you rode off.

And then Parker came out with a bullet in the back.

-You tell me first,

why I'd kill my own boss and second, if I did,

why I'd come back here?

-All right. What is your story?

-Well, me and Parker was left.

I told him I wasn't having nothing

to do with no trick gun handler.

So he walked outside to talk to the kid,

said he was holding all the cards.

The kid kind of smiled, like he always does.

Now, when Parker turned his back to come into the saloon,

gunned him, grinning right through it all.

Me ride out?

Believe it. I rode out.

Ain't nobody a match for that kid's gun.

-Well, I don't know which one of you's telling me

the right story.

Judge Brooker's coming to town to hold an inquest.

Why don't you stick around?

-That's why I'm here, Marshal, to keep the record straight.

In fact, I'm looking forward to watching a rope

around that kid's neck.

Now, you need me, I'll be here.

-Miss Angel.

Matthew leave word for you to bring up some vittles, did he?

-Um, just something I cooked myself.

-Uh, well, you wait just a minute, now.

I'm gonna have to take a look at these things you brang up.

Now, you understand this ain't because we're not trusting you.

It's just, you know, Matthew's orders.

Now, go ahead now.

-Hi, Angel.

Got back here sooner than I expected.

-I, um, brought you some home-cooked food.

-Thank you.

Thanks a lot.

-Miss Angel, I hope you won't think I ain't polite,

but Matthew said that Bob here

wasn't to have no visiting at all.

Bring vittles in is a different thing.

-Right. I understand.

I'll be going now.

-Now, as quick as Matthew gets back,

he'll leave you know how much visiting that Bob

gets to get, understand?

Then you can talk to him then.

-Night. -Night, Miss Angel.

You know that --

Looks like I got myself suckered, don't it?

-Got a choice of having a real headache

or laying hog-tied on that bed.

-I reckon being hog-tied's a headache plenty.

-What's in that gun belt?

-Bob, you better stop and study about this.

You know, once the feller start's to running from the law,

he ain't got no future left 'cept to just keep on running.

-All I need is an hour.

I'll worry about my own future.

Are you gonna drop that gun belt?

-Bob, you're making a mistake, a powerful mistake.

[ Gun belt clicks ]

-Bob.

-Help. Easy.

Think you can get me a saddle horse?

-I got a buckboard hitched

and fixed with food hidden in a brush behind the ice house.

-I ain't getting far on a buckboard.

-You won't get far on a saddle horse with a bullet in you.

-There's $300 in this gold pouch.

You take it and buy the best horse you...

[ Footsteps approaching ]

I'll be meeting you behind the ice house.

-You ain't gonna do nothing.

-I'm just gonna talk to someone for a few minutes.

[ Piano music playing in distance ]

-Ha! That's enough.

I ain't paying for no more buckets.

Now get out of here.

-I bet the furthest thing from a man's mind

is dying in the bathtub.

-I'd...I'd like to talk about it.

-You can start by telling me why you killed Parker.

-I didn't kill Parker.

Maybe from all the lead flying around town a slug got into him.

-You got five seconds. One...

-It could have been an accident.

-Two... [ Gun clicks ]

-All right.

All right.

He fired me. And I robbed him.

-How much money was he carrying?

-Oh, $1,000.

-You got it on you? -No. I buried it...

in case somebody came along and found he'd been robbed.

I didn't want to be caught with all that money on me.

-All right.

We'll get the marshal and dig it up.

Get dressed.

-Well, uh, I'll take you right to it

if you let me ride out of here.

Why, $1,000 fix you up just fine.

-You getting dressed, or you going down like you are?

[ Gunshot ]

♪

-Now, I want you to be sure and cover that road good

south of town in case he got hisself a horse.

Now, the rest of you,

you just kind of spread out north of town there.

And if you should see this Bob Johnson,

the best thing you could do

is fire a couple shots and get yourself some help.

Don't go trying to glom on to this feller by yourself.

Now, the rest of us here,

we'll just, uh, kind of spread out around town here.

Same thing goes for you.

If you should see him,

fire a couple shots to get some help.

Don't take no chances on his trigger finger

being out of whack.

Probably just as good as it ever was.

All right. Go ahead.

Miss Angel, I hate to keep a-feathering

and a-jawing at you like this.

But I just don't think your Bob

had hisself no gun 'less it's one

that you just hauled off and give him yourself.

Now, the smartest thing you could do

is tell us where he's at.

So we can get the Doc out yonder and start to doctoring him.

There ain't gonna be no shooting,

not as long as he gives hisself up proper like.

I'll guarantee you that.

-You got to promise me he'll have a chance for his own say.

-I promise. If I'm lying, I'm dying.

Now, he had that and more coming 'fore

he took off looking for this Hiller.

-I just see him dying out there.

-Where were you fixing to meet him at?

-He said he'd meet me at the, um, old ferry landing.

-Ah, you see? That's more like it.

You haven't never did nothing smarter in your whole born days

than you did right there telling me what the facts is.

♪

-Angel.

I didn't mean to kill him, Angel.

The bucket hit him and the gun went off.

-Listen, you got to leave town

before they find out I was lying.

-Why does everything happen the way it does?

-We got to leave.

-Everything I touch, Angel, dies.

-We got to leave while they're all down at the river.

-You'll die, Angel. -No, no.

Don't talk like that.

We got to leave. You got to help me.

-Angel, we need a saddle horse.

-Ain't had time to buy one, and you can't ride.

Get yourself in here.

-You getting in trouble, Angel.

-I'm not in trouble. You are.

Get some sleep.

♪

-I'll tell you, Matthew,

that girl put the big britches on me

from the minute you left town to go fetch Judge Brooker.

We have to cover every one of them horses north of town

to just pick up her wagon tracks now.

-You sure they were her wagon tracks?

-Oh, that's one thing she didn't get by me.

They was braced buckboard tracks.

But you know the way them horses criss cross there.

Why, it'd take 100 men a week to just pick up

her particular tracks. -Yeah.

Doc, how far do you figure this Johnson fella could travel?

-I don't know, Matt. I -- in his condition,

I don't think they could be over a couple hours out of Dodge.

-A couple hours.

Well, that's not more than about 10 miles.

Boys, why don't you get some fresh horses and head out,

try to cover as many of those washes as you can.

By the way, Judge Brooker's in town.

He's offering a $2,000 reward.

That's what you'll be splitting up among you

if you find Johnson.

-Matt.

This might help.

You know, Angel is pretty bright little girl.

And she's been helping me quite a bit up in the office,

enough to pick up some knowledge.

And I just can't see her camping by any of those sinkholes.

She knows that every one of 'em have got a dead cow

or a varmint of some kind in.

Now, here's what I'm getting at.

See, there's any one of a dozen places in there

where she could cross over to either Stone Creek

or Grover's Pond there.

Now, they're spring-fed. Now, she knows that.

And I'll just bet you that that little girl will be

thinking about all of that clear, fresh spring water.

-I think you got something there, Doc.

Don't you, Matthew?

-Sure do.

Festus, why don't you get the horses?

You and I can cover that creek and that pond before dark.

-Got it.

-What do you think of this Johnson boy, Doc?

-I don't know.

Him running out and shooting Hiller

instead of going with Angel sure don't make much sense, but...

-Well, well,

you can't blame him for feeling the way he does.

I just wonder if maybe we don't have a real killer

in the making here,

somebody that figures that gun's the answer

to every problem they got.

-Kind of easy to take to that smile of his,

too, ain't it?

-Maybe too easy.

[ Door opens, closes ]

-What you thinking about, Bob?

-Crazy things.

-Like what?

-That marshal, I guess.

-Matt Dillon?

-Him hunting me.

Difference between him and me.

-Difference him being a marshal?

-Could be me hunting him, me wearing that badge.

It's like cutting a deck of cards,

me low man instead of him.

-Takes a lot to be a -- a marshal like Mr. Dillon.

Seen him once in a gunfight

with two men who come to town to kill him.

Both were buried in Boot Hill the same day.

-What I was meaning, a gun in a man's hands,

always the difference.

Why, I made it my business

to see the difference was on my side.

-We got to be finding a better place than this to stay.

-Yeah. They'll be riding in here.

-Good place for maybe a week.

You're all healed up, we could ride on.

-Why you doing it, Angel?

I ain't nothing but trouble for you.

-'Cause I plain love you.

-Oh, come on. That's crazy talk.

Ain't nothing but a grave waiting for me.

-Doesn't make any difference in the way I feel.

Guess I shouldn't have said it.

I ain't exactly got pretty looks.

-Well, you ain't exactly ugly either.

You know, we're not getting out of here with no buckboard.

We need horses.

Ride by night and hide out by day.

Angel, I bet we could make it all the way to Mexico...

Sonora.

-You mean me going, too?

-I could take care of you.

-I'm real willing.

Luken boys who run the mill trade and sell horses.

Ain't more than 2 miles from here.

-Sure you can trust 'em?

-$300, those Luken boys

will do more than sell a horse to a man getting away.

♪

Talk to you boys for a minute?

I got, uh, almost $300 here, Rory.

Need, uh, two horses and maybe saddles, real old,

so you boys make out with a good profit.

-For you and the Johnson feller?

-Doesn't even have to be a good horse,

just so you boys make out real good.

-I guess you ain't heard the latest in Dodge, Angel.

Come in this morning, reward the state's offering is $2,000.

-Johnson feller close by, Missy?

-Never said nobody was with me.

-There isn't much I wouldn't do for $2,000.

And we got the law with us.

-Let her go.

Ain't no way to handle this.

You just keep watch outside.

-[ Gasps ] Ow!

-Settle down, Missy. Settle down.

Easy, girl, easy.

Yeah, now. Yeah?

Now, you can scream all you want because nobody's gonna hear you.

And when you start screaming where that Johnson feller's at,

that's when I'm going to stop.

-[ Screams ]

-[ Crying ]

-Like she had no tongue.

-You just didn't lay it on enough.

-She'd been a horse, she'd be eating out of your hand.

-Well, I'm not gonna see $2,000 just float away.

Little missy?

Little missy?

We're acting for the law.

Now, a gal gets over leather markings.

Up to now, you got real gentle handling.

-[ Gasps ]

[ Screams ]

-Now, there's a little Indian trick

I once seen done on a squaw.

Just bucked right around her thinking real quick.

Little Missy, you gonna be on your knees slobbering

over my boots you don't start talking

where you got that boy hid.

-Little girl, you tell us where he is.

Tell us where he is.

-[Crying] I can't.

-You tell us where he is.

-No!

♪

-You ride into town and get Doc Adams out here.

-Doc ain't gonna do her no good.

-You want them saying it was our fault?

You go get the Doc.

♪

[ Hoofbeats, horse whinnies ]

-Ain't moved but a little.

-She gonna live?

-Don't look good.

-I told him it was accidental like.

-You keep saying it.

-There she be, Matthew.

You reckon they heard us coming, do you?

-Festus, you better head back and round up the men.

Circle south and cover the roads.

I'll try to pick up their trail.

-What happened?

-She ran under the sling, Doc...

-She's been whipped.

-She wouldn't tell us where that fella Johnson was hiding.

-Helping the law is all we's doing, Doc.

-Get out of here.

-Let's get us a drink.

Try not to tell it to the marshal.

-Doc.

-I'm right here, Angel.

-I never told 'em nothing.

I never told them nothing.

Almost had me a man.

[ Laughs ]

Said he -- said he'd take care of me...

take care of me, take care of me.

No time for that.

Oh.

♪

-Why?

Why her, Doc?

♪

-Ain't like we beat her.

She was kind of trying to get away.

When that marshal talks to us...

-Just helping the law is all we was doing.

[ Gun cocks ]

-You got to hear how it was.

-We ain't got any guns, friend.

I mean, we don't carry any.

-We're just mill people.

That's all we are, just -- just mill people.

We -- we don't mean to hurt nobody.

We don't mean...

[ Gunshot ]

-Please. Please.

You got to listen to me.

It was Rory who beat her. I...

[ Gunshot ]

-Angel's dead, Matt.

Luken boys beat her unmercifully.

Guess you won't have to worry about them.

-I'm gonna have to take you in, Johnson.

Take off your gun belt.

-No.

I'm riding out, Marshal.

I'm gonna steal one of those horses.

It's gonna be the first real thing

the law can say I'm wanted for.

-Still coming up with easy answers, huh?

-You can't beat me to the draw, Marshal.

And that's what it's gonna take to keep me here.

-Don't be a fool, Johnson.

-She never hurt anybody, Marshal.

I did right killing 'em.

You would have had to hang 'em.

-I don't hang anybody.

The law does.

Now, something you got to learn

is that no man lives by his own rules.

Now, take my advice.

Take off the gun belt and come in with me.

That way you got a chance.

You got something to look forward to.

Otherwise, you got nothing to look forward to.

-You're a man of some persuasion, Marshal.

♪

-Doc, he wasn't much more than a boy.

-He tried to kill you.

-Yeah. I just keep wondering if there wasn't something else

I could have said to him,

something that would have made him stop and think.

-Nobody makes their own rules.

You told him that.

He just couldn't hear you.

♪

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

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