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♪

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

[ Laughter, cheering ]

[ Whistle ]

[ Laughter continues ]

-Ben! Throw up a bunch of 'em, boy.

-Hey, pappy!

[Whistle] [ Gunshot ]

Hey, Ben boy.

Throw them dollars up.

[ Crowd hollers ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Bullet ricochets ]

[ Red speaking, crowd cheering ]

Hey!

[ Gunshots ]

More meat.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Gunshot ]

Ain't got a lawman in this town?

-Caleb Marr's been sheriff of Spoke for 30 years.

-Why don't you call him on that drunk?

-Oh, he ain't no drunk. That's Red Conniston.

Biggest cattleman in the territory, Red Conniston.

[ Gunsmoke ]

When Red Conniston comes to Spoke,

the sheriff goes fishin'.

[ Cheering, hollering continues ]

[ Red speaking ]

[ Gunshot ]

Throw out another one.

[ Gunshot ]

-I'll be back for this.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Laughter, carousing ]

-Here, boy.

[ Gunshot ]

Get after them, girls.

[ Shouting ]

[ Laughter ]

-Aaaaaah!

[ Laughter ]

-Aaaah!

-Whoo-oo-oo!

Hey.

You owe me a hat.

-[ Laughs ]

[ Gunshot ]

Hey! -Aaaaaah!

You owe me a hat!

[ Laughter ]

-Throw up one more up there, boy.

You --

Oh!

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

-Pap?

[ Clatter ]

-Mister, you're in real big trouble.

-Who was he?

-That's Mr. Conniston's boy.

You're gonna need a fast horse and the luck of an angel.

[ Melancholy tune plays ]

-You tell this old man, name's Sorils.

Clint Sorils.

I'm going to Dodge.

[ Melancholy tune plays ]

♪

-Preparation is our signpost, firm belief.

As candidate for assembly, I urge you:

prepare now for the future.

Here, Festus, why don't you look that over?

You know, I can absolutely assure you of the certainty

of approaching greatness for this town.

Here you are, folks.

Read this when you get a chance, will ya?

You know, as a lawyer -- There ya are.

As a lawyer, I've studied the growth of these events.

I've studied the growth of these events in the East

and South and I say --

-They're like nursemaids:

"Build your fences higher!"

I'll tell you somethin', Hank.

I have saw them tinhorns come and go by the herds.

And Ruth, right here,

has got more sense than the whole batch of 'em put together.

Why, they're so shiny new, you gotta squint your eyeballs

to even see 'em and if they wasn't to be able

to use their hands, they couldn't say one thing!

They couldn't even utter one --

-$2.

-$2?!

-And that's nothing extra for the speechmaking.

-You ole skinflint, that -- that --

-Yeah that's 50 cents a foot and Ruth's got big feet.

-Hank, you wanna know what you are?

You're a common... -Common...

ordinary, everyday, thievin' bandit.

-$2.

-Hank, I worked 8 full days of diggin' the well

for that stingy ole tightwad Albert Kendall

and all I got was $2

and, now, you're fixin' to take it for 2 hours' work!

-Maybe you're in the wrong business.

-Dodge?

-This here's Dodge.

Ease him off, Hank. Ease him off. Okay.

Go get Doc an' Matthew, quick.

Hurry up.

-That man's in a pretty bad fix in there.

You'll have to hurry up.

-Backshot, Doc.

-All right. Let's roll him over here, now.

All right, easy.

See there?

-Right along in there.

-That's Clint Sorils.

-Clint Sorils?

Whaddya know about that?

-You Matt Dillon?

-Yeah.

-Always wanted to meet ya.

-Always wanted to meet you, too, Sorils.

Never figured it'd be like this.

-Folks after me.

Thought I could handle them.

Not so sure now.

-Who's after ya?

-They were right: you're big as a mountain.

-Who is it that's after ya, Sorils?

-Connistons.

-Red Conniston?

[ Crowd carousing ]

-[banging pot] Shut up down there!

Shut up down there! Did ya hear what I said?!

-[Coughs]

[ Laughter ]

-Whee!

Louieville! Louieville, come up here!

Mr. Conniston's awake!

Louieville, get up here!

-Aaaaah!

-Here. Ohhh!

-Let me through.

Come on, let me by.

[ Laughter ]

-Louieville, you're puttin' bigger snakes

in them bottles of sherry.

-Wasn't the liquor, Mr. Conniston.

Youse pistolwhipped.

-Must've been a good man.

Say, where's my hat?

-He took it, Mr. Conniston.

He shot Ben and he took it.

-Dead?

-You let him go?

-It was Clint Sorils.

He said he was going to Dodge, Mr. Conniston.

-You boys get outta here.

Get rid of those woman and get your backsides in those saddles

and get ready to ride. Get 'em outta here, Louieville.

-Come on, let's go. -Okay, let's go, let's go!

-Saddle up! You heard the man!

-Get the rest of the boys.

-Jed, too?

-Yeah, includin' Jed.

-You know what they say about twins, Mr. Conniston.

-[tearfully] He'd wanna know.

Let me know when Jed gets here, will ya?

I'm going over to that bathhouse

and try to get some of this booze outta me.

This fellow, Sorils, he killed my boy Ben, huh?

-Yes, sir.

-Sufferin' wrong.

Sufferin' wrong.

Really, this is awful nice, but that water's awful wet.

Go on an' get that brush and that lice soap, now.

[ Chatting ]

Hey.

[ Chuckle ]

-Where's he at?

[ Laughter ]

Mr. Conniston.

Like you said, I only told 'im that Ben was dead.

-Jed?

-Is Ben dead?

Uh-huh. A hat.

This fellow Sorils wanted my hat.

'Cause he's drunk.

I must've dozed as wild as a grizzly in a sheepskin.

I ain't sayin' wasn't in that condition, either.

But, for a hat?

-What was Ben doin'?

-Jed.

-What about Ben?

-Well, your brother, you know,

he'd been gamblin', throwin' his money around.

You know Ben: you give him a stack of soda crackers

and he'll deal you out four aces, but,

the way I told it is

Ben saw this fella Sorils makin' off with my hat.

Ain't that the way you told it, Louieville?

-That's the way I told it.

-Who killed him?

-Clint Sorils.

Said he was going to Dodge.

-I'll go.

-[chuckle] I knowed you'd join us, boy.

Rest of the fellas are ready.

-I'm goin' alone.

-Wait a minute. I can't hear on that.

-I ain't askin' youto.

-Now, wait a minute, boy.

-Ben was my twin.

A part of me.

A part of me's been stolen.

A wrong.

Now that's the way I told it.

-That's just the Kiowa/Comanche in you that's a-talkin'.

[crying] You always did lean more to your ma

than you did to me.

We ain't got no time for them Indian values and such truck.

There's an animal over in Dodge City.

The only way you hunt down an animal is

you gotta have a heap of dogs.

-I'm goin' alone.

-You gotta think on your pa.

You want me to chance losin' another son?

-I am thinkin' on you, Pa.

You ain't got nothin' to lose.

[ Sinister music plays ]

-Indian.

Indian boy.

[ Lock turns ]

-Oh. Hello, Kitty.

-I was just on my way to the dressmaker's

and I thought I'd stop by and let you know

that Sorils is all bedded down in the Long Branch.

-Oh, good. Well, thanks.

-I can't say that lace and frills do much for him.

-[ Chuckle ]

Well, I'm sorry about this. Probably been a lot of trouble

for ya. -Oh, it's not trouble.

Besides, the Long Branch is as good a place as any

to hide him.

-Well, I'd say, in some ways, better than most.

-[ Scoff ]

See ya later.

-Oh, Miss Kitty. How are ya?

-Good, thank you.

-Can I have a moment, Marshal? -Yeah. Come on in.

-Are you preparing for something?

-No, just doin' a little house work here.

Would you like a cup of coffee? -Oh, thank you.

-Sounds like you're drummin' up a lot of interest out there.

-Oh, yeah. People just need their civic pride aroused.

Come election time -- Ooh!

-Here, put some of this bear oil on there.

-[chuckle] Bear oil? Where would you get bear oil?

-Well, what I mean is

there aren't any bears around here, now, are there?

-No, Mr. Brewer, the hunters bring it in.

Mr. Brewer, what's on your mind?

-Clint Sorils.

Are we to understand he stays in town?

-That's right.

-Why?

-Why not?

-Clint Sorils is a gunfighter.

-That's probably what he'll be remembered for.

A lot of people will probably forget that it was him

and men like him that opened up this country, hunting, trapping.

-Yeah, but Sorils took a gun and killed a man.

-In self-defense, yes.

-That may be, but with him here, wounded, why --

why, every reputation-seeking hoodlum in the territory

will be descending on Dodge.

-That's possible.

-Why?

Why jeopardize the health of a town for a --

for a crude mountain of filth like that?!

Get him outta town, man, think!

That's your answer!

-Mr. Brewer, you know, Clint Sorils has a legal right

to be in this town.

Seems to me, as an attorney, you oughta know that.

-A group of townspeople

appointed me to ask you to remove Clint Sorils.

What'll my answer be?

-Very simple.

Very simple, Mr. Brewer.

Just tell 'em he stays.

Because, in the first place, he can't be moved.

We don't even know whether he's gonna live.

In the second place, outside, he may be a mountain of filth.

Inside, he's a man.

-Tell ya, Kitty, he's a man.

You know, anybody else would've been dead.

Well, I have to run out to Miss Timmons,

but I oughta be back as soon as I can.

I want you to keep him as comfortable as you can

and quiet, of course. -All right.

How is Miss Timmons?

-Well, she's doin' pretty good.

This just may be my day to keep all my patients alive.

-A good feeling.

-Oh, yes.

It kind of makes up for some of those other days.

-Five days.

I recall five days.

No one talked.

No need.

Mountains, pushin' God higher.

Elk.

Moose, low to the willow.

Mountain sheep, climbin' an' lookin' back,

as if they had prayer books on their feet.

They should be holdin' me.

Don't lie.

Don't quit.

-Shh.

Shh. -Oh!

[ Wheezing ]

Amy.

Amy.

I knew you couldn't die.

Not with a heart as big as a day moon.

Not you, Amy.

[ Melancholy tune plays ]

Oh, Amy.

-It's all right, Clint.

It's all right.

-Remember our first spring?

And that meadow we had us?

With firs all around and that meadow.

And the snow's just gone now.

And us lyin' there.

And all the time, cliff swallows weavin' a sky for us.

A girl don't need no more than that, does she?

And there was the time

I shot the supper gruffs.

The hen had chicks.

I didn't know.

Chicks.

I always liked young'uns.

Always liked 'em.

We never had no young'uns, Amy.

Why?

A woman always oughta have young'uns.

-Yes, Clint.

Always have young ones.

-Amy.

Oh, Amy.

You're the best squaw

a man ever owned.

Ever.

[ Melancholy tune continues ]

♪

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

♪

[ Laughter nearby ]

-Burke, would you go upstairs and sit with Mr. Sorils, please?

-Sure thing, Ms. Kitty.

-Kitty? Something wrong?

-No, Matt. I'm just tired, that's all.

-Beer.

-Conniston?

-That's right.

-You alone?

-Just me.

-Why don't you turn around and go back to Spokes?

-Clint Sorils killed my brother.

-I know.

I also know Clint Sorils.

-I don't.

-Did ya see the shooting?

-Red told me.

-What'd he tell ya?

-Where is he?

-Your brother was killed in self-defense.

Did your father tell you that?

-I got written statements from the witnesses up there.

-Marshal, you can have it one of two ways:

either I get him, or Red Conniston

and his drunken cowboys ride through this town.

You won't have nothin' left but nails.

You want that?

-Son, I know he was your twin brother.

-I'm killin' him.

-Upstairs.

The end of the hall.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Who is he, Matthew?

-Jed Conniston.

-Golly, Bill, he's wearin' a pistol.

He's liable to kill that Sorils fella.

-Festus, why don't you have yourself another beer?

[ Suspenseful music climbs ]

♪

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Sorils?

-No.

Now wait a minute.

Marshal Dillon's downstairs. He'll --

-You get him.

[ Ominous music plays ]

♪

♪

-I thought I killed you.

-My brother.

-And now you come to kill me.

-Get up.

-Can't.

Least not yet.

Backshot.

By your brother, if you like it.

Well?

Go ahead.

Shoot.

If you're warm enough to live,

you're cold enough to shoot a man.

It's the man owns the gun, not the other way around.

Either way, I ain't quashin'.

-For a hat you could likely boil

and feed the hounds with the leavin's.

-That hat was mine.

And I got a fistful of rot gut and that was me.

And I got shot and that was me.

I was raised Blackfoot, to believe,

and I believe the world began when I was born.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Eshmay omay.

Blackfoot.

-"Don't lie

and don't quit."

Old Blackfoot.

[ Melancholy tune plays ]

♪

[ Ominous music plays ]

-Sorils seen a doctor?

-Course he has.

Twixt Doc Adams and Miss Kitty there,

he's had the best doctor in the East.

-Sorils... is he gonna walk again?

-Doc says no.

He says yes.

-He'll walk.

-You were right.

Red lied to me.

-There was no way I could tell ya.

-Breed?

-Squawman.

-If there's a difference.

-He's the last of a kind.

-That man says he'll walk, he'll walk.

-I believe that.

-What'll I tell your Pa, Jed, huh?

-What're you doin' here, Louieville?

-I figured I'd come in help out with the funeral arrangements.

-Marshal, that thing there is Louieville.

-What'll I tell Mr. Conniston?

-You tell him he lied to me.

You both lied.

-Well, that happens.

But it don't answer my question.

-Sorils stays.

-Now you gonna stand up against your pa?

He's got them boys outside of town drunk on trade whiskey.

-All right, you ride back and tell 'em to stay outta town.

-Mister, I've been watching you down at the end of the bar

and I figured that was the light of thought in your eyes.

But I see now it was just

the sunlight shinin' through the back of your head.

[ Neighing ]

[ Crickets chirp ]

-Jed, are you comin' with me?

-No.

-If you don't stand with your pa,

I reckon you stand against him.

It's a said day a man loses both his sons.

-Marshal, that man, he'll be back with others.

-Probably.

-And your position remains?

-Sorils stays where he is, if that's what you mean.

-Look, Marshal, in order to insure the safety of the town,

well I can get some men, we can get him outta Dodge,

somewhere he'd be safe.

-Brewer, the safety of the people in this town

is my responsibility.

Why don't you let me handle it?

[ Laughter ]

-You boys come on up here, man. Come on.

[Laughter] -That's good.

-You know, when you have salt in your belly

with another man's beef,

why does it always taste better, huh?

[ Laughter ]

That reminds me of my old daddy.

He sent me out, one time, to get a yearling

for a 4th of July doin's goin' on that year.

Well, sir, my old daddy was quite a man.

He was a mountain man.

Oh, yes, sir, 6'7.5" tall.

Hmm! Folks said that moss grew off his north side.

[ Laughter ]

He made all this money in buffalo robes.

Him and his Sharps rifle

used to meet those freighters comin' down the trails.

Well, anyways,

I went out and shot me a jelly-eyeded heifer

and I brung her on in.

It was one of ours.

[ Laughter ]

When that old daddy of mine saw the brand on that heifer,

he hit me on the side of the head with a half a signal tree.

Made a lump on there big enough to sweat out a rat goin' around.

For a day and a half, I didn't know whether I was lookin'

at the sun or the moon.

My old daddy.

He had the hair o' the bear in him, that old man.

[ Laughter ]

-Rider comin' in, Mr. Conniston.

-Yeah.

That'll be Jed and Louieville.

Go skin 'em off some of that hump meat there

and cup 'em with a dipperful of that stuff

that make a mouth sass a wolf.

-I make it out to be only one rider.

-Well, my.

Couldn't be.

-Where's Jed?

-Back in Dodge.

-What's he doin' there?

Did he kill Sorils?

Come on, boy. What's wrong?!

-He didn't kill him.

He said to tell you that the man stays.

He was standin' right beside the marshal.

-My Jed?

-He said you lied to him.

-[crying] Course I did, for an inch or two,

but what's that gotta do with it?

-You're forgettin' he's part Injun, Mr. Conniston.

-What's Jed plannin' on doin' there?

-I don't know.

One thing for sure: we won't have no trouble

talkin' to that marshal.

Everybody's leavin' town 'til this thing blows over.

We've got enough ammunition

to fill every chuckhole from here to the Cimarron.

♪

-My own son.

My own son. [sniffle]

-Was he, Mr. Conniston?

I mean, you raised Ben.

He was you!

Jed was raised Injun.

If it was me, I'd say I didn't have no son.

Me, sir.

-Louieville,

you gonna outlive a monk, for sure.

[ Laughter ]

[ Music swells ]

♪

[ Hammering ]

-Evening folks.

-Uh, it ain't that we don't want to stand with you, Marshal.

-It's the family. You understand.

-Well, look, I don't want you folks standing around here.

There's no need to panic or anything,

but the sooner you get out, the better it is.

-We're goin', Marshal, just as soon as we put

some beddin' in the wagons. -All right, fine.

[ Hammering ]

-How's it comin', folks? -Oh, fine, Marshal.

-We're all boarded up. -Good.

Well, better get 'er locked up, then.

-Goodnight, Marshal. -All right.

-Can I help ya, Marshal?

-You gotten any wires lately?

-No.

-Try your lines, Flynn.

[ Suspenseful chord strikes ]

-East lines is out.

-Try the West.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Dead.

What's it mean, Marshal.

What's it all about?

-A hat.

[ Music climbs ]

-Burke, go over to the Dodge House.

Keep a lookout there. -All right, Marshal.

-Festus, you go down to the end of 1st street.

Let me know the first thing you see out there.

-Matthew, you hadn't oughta be goin' be goin' out --

-You'd better get going. They could be comin' at any time.

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

-Boys, better fold up the game and clear the street.

-Sam, you got the shotgun?

-Sure, right here.

-Where's Doc?

-I'm right here.

I gave him a strong sedative, Matt.

He's gonna be sleepin' for a while.

He'll be dead to the world.

-How is he, Doc?

-Well, I wouldn't have said this yesterday, but, by golly,

I think he'll pull through.

-I brought you a rifle. Here.

[ Doors creak ]

-Thought you'd gone home.

-You goin' out there alone?

-Looks that way.

-You know what he's like?

-I've heard.

-Well I've seen.

He can bring the devil out to the ends of a man's hand

as quick as a boy can milk a barn cow.

You'll be killed.

-That's possible.

-And he's my father.

-Jed, it's all right.

Why don't you go on home?

Hold on there. -Oh, no. No trouble, Marshal.

No, we talked it all over. We got the transportation,

got a place to take him through town safe, Marshal.

He's upstairs, men. -Just a minute.

You're stayin' right where you are.

Now, Sorils is stayin' up there.

You men get outta here.

-I don't understand you, Marshal.

I mean, you'd stand out there for the glory?

-Matthew!

Matthew, they're here! They're comin' in.

-All right, get that wagon off the street. Go on.

Come on, Brewer.

-All right, you hear what Matthew said:

get that wagon off the street.

Now, go on. No!

Get 'em on outta here. Hurry it up.

[ Wagon rattling ]

-Festus, why don't you take the Dodge House.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

♪

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Fellas, we're expectin' some trouble here.

You'd better get off the street.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Sorils?

Now, get up.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

I'll help ya. Now, get up.

You gotta tell them you're comin' down.

Gotta do it now.

[ Shouting ]

[ Laughter ]

-Hey!

Hey!

[ Laughter ]

-I'm Red Conniston!

Lookin' for a fella named Clint Sorils.

[ Clamoring ]

[ Whistling ]

[ Whooping and hollering ]

Meow! -Meow!

[ Laughter ]

[ Crickets chirp ]

-You look kinda naked there, Marshal,

with that scatter gun in ya hands.

About as naked as ya was on your first birthday.

[ Laughter ]

Say happy birthday to Marshal, boys.

-Happy birthday, Marshal!

-Happy birthday! -Happy birthday!

[ Singing off-key ]

[ Laughter ]

-He ain't backin' down now.

-You ain't neither.

-Mnh-mnh.

-All right, the birthday party's over.

Now, get on your horses and get back outta here.

-Lee, boy, gimme them hides.

-Sir.

Marshal, these are rawhides, green hides.

We're gonna sew your friend Sorils up in 'em,

lay him out on the prairie,

and let the son love him and squeeze him to death.

[ Laughter ]

-And that's me.

I was raised Blackfoot, to believe.

-Eshmay omay.

-"Don't lie...

don't quit."

-It's a sad day when a man loses both his sons.

-We ain't got time for Indian values and such truck.

-Conniston, you'll have to go through me to get 'im.

-Thing like that'd be like a range bull

trompin' his way through a kookaburra bush.

[ Laughter ]

-Eshmay omay.

-"Don't lie and don't quit."

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Laughter ]

-Meow!

[ Laughter ]

[ Ominous music plays ]

-Sorils, you gotta go down to them.

[ Ominous music continues ]

-Jed, you better get away from that marshal.

[ Suspenseful music climbs ]

You better get away from that marshal,

or I'm gonna have to kill ya, boy.

Son? You hear me?

I'll kill ya, sure as you're born.

[ Suspenseful music climbs ]

-No! Wait!

[ Thud ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Ominous music plays ]

-All right, now, the rest of you ride outta here.

♪

[ Melancholy tune plays ]

♪

♪

♪

♪

♪

-He just couldn't believe Sorils was worth fightin' for.

-What was he tryin' to do, Doc?

-Well, I think he was tryin' to tell us that,

even if we were right about Sorils,

it was no use to fight.

-What do ya mean?

-You know how I told you I gave Sorils a sedative?

-Yeah.

-Brewer must've thought he was dead.

♪

-I got a spread just outside of Spokes, Marshal.

I expect you to come by.

-Jed, we'll be there.

♪

♪

-Obliged.

-Hyah!

♪

-You know, I never figured he'd ever walk again.

That's what yousaid, Doc.

-No, I didn't say that. -Well, you did, too!

-I didn't say anything of the kind.

What I said was that a nerve trauma is a mystery

and it could dissipate or it could structure

into paralysis, that's what I said.

-It weren't nothin' like that at'all.

None of that structurin' stuff. -Oh, well, then, what wereit?

-Well, it was -- Old Ruth, he had the very same thing.

Ruth come down in his back legs, in the winter --

Or was it the spring?

No, it was the winter.

It was the winter. I remember old --

old Duley's hound dog, Boomer, was a-roomin' with him.

-Was what? -Was roomin' with me.

-Duley was? -No, his dog, Boomer,

was roomin' with me and ole Boomer,

he was just constitutional against cold bathin', see.

Well, anyhow, I started to puttin' willer bark in his feed.

-You put willer bark in his feed?

-Yeah. -Duley's?

-No. No! In Ruth's feed!

And, you know, Doc, it wasn't no time at'all,

just no time, 'til he just come outta that

slicker than a bug's boots.

-Bug's boots?

-Yeah, bug's boots.

You know somethin'?

You old scutter, you ain't the onliest one

that knows nothin' about doctorin', you know?

There's a whole heap of folks that knows a whole heap

about doctorin', you know.

Fact is, my Aunt Vim, that's my Uncle Grover's fourth wife,

why, she took care of us Haggens.

I'll never forget, us young'uns, we used to get the croup.

I can just see her now, just a-sashayin' in there, you know,

with that old coal oil lamp there, and she'd have

them old sumac leaves all ground up and a-burnin'.

She'd take that newspaper like that

and make a kind of a funnel out of it

and you'd stick your head over it.

[ Hyperventilating ]

[ Wheezing cough ]

Oh, she was -- She was a --

Doc?

[ Music swells ]

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

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