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♪

[ Gunshot ]

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

[ Whistle blowing ]

[ Whistle blows ]

[ Brakes screech ]

[ Rattles ]

[ Water splashes ]

-Dodge City.

Mighty vinegary little town.

Pity we ain't gonna stop over.

-Play cards.

Well?

-Harl, Jefferson is worse.

He must have a doctor.

-Ace high bets.

-This town looks big enough
to have a doctor.

Couldn't we ask the conductor
to go and get him?

-The train only
stops here 10 minutes.

It'll have
to wait until tomorrow

when we get into Kansas City.

Well?

-Five dollars.

-Where do you think
you're going?

-It's a little close in here.

I think I need some air.

-Raise 10.
I think you're bluffing.

-Give heed, you fallen angels,

for I am not come to call
the righteous,

but sinners to repentance!

Come to me, to the rock!

Yea, to the pillar
of salvation,

which is the world
of the God Almighty!

Now, I'm bounded to no church,

shackled by no tenets
of orthodoxy,

no single faith calls me
to account.

But, brethren, I have heard
in the dead of night...

-You lookin' for something,
missy?

Maybe we can help you find it.

-Tellin' me to go...

-We're the best finders you'll
find in Dodge City, missy.

-Here, here, you two.

Now tend your own business.
Get on outta here!

-Wide is the gate

and broad is the way
that leadeth to destruction!

There swing open the jaws
of the fiery pit!

And beyond them lurk
the devil's temptations --

whiskey, games of chance,

and the company
of brazen women!

Resist, I say.

Resist these evil toils
of wickedness!

[ Preaching continues
in distance ]

-Ma'am, you --
you look kinda like a sunfish

that flopped his way
out of the creek.

Now, don't worry about them
yayhoos.

They ain't gonna bother --

Ma'am?

Ma'am, I don't mean you a speck
of harm,

but I can't help you none

unless you tell me
what's the matter with ya.

-I need a doctor!

-Well, you set right here,
and I'll go get him.

He's right over yonder
at the Long Branch.

-Well, it's not for me.

It's for Jefferson, my butler.
And he's sick.

He's very, very sick.
-But --

[ Train whistle blowing ]

-Yes, ma'am.

[ Train whistle continues ]

[ Blows loudly ]

♪

[ Whistle blowing ]

[ Whistle continues ]

-I have a schedule
to keep, Mr. Townsend.

You understand that.

-This train
is not moving till my wife's

found and back on board,
do you understand that?

-I reckon I better go
scout her up, Townsend.

-And if any harm's
come to her, I'll --

Is this your idea
of a breath of air?

-This is Dr. Adams.

-I thought I told you
not to leave this train?

-Where is the patient, sir?

-Mister, if you're gonna look
after Jefferson,

you better be prepared
to travel.

-I asked you
where the patient was.

-Show him, Loftus.

-He's right yonder way, Doc.

He's a real porcupine.

[ Whistle continues ]

-Go shut that whistle off!

[ Whistle blows loudly ]

-I'm sorry, Harl.

But someone had
to fetch a doctor for Jefferson.

-Kansas City would have
been soon enough.

-It was a mistake.
This whole trip was a mistake.

-It was your idea
to come along.

-I know, Harl.

-Then you also know
that I have to be in Chicago

for a meeting
on that company merger.

-Yes, dear.

-Somebody must be
sick in there.

-Poor rich folks is sick.
-Uh-huh.

-That's terrible sad.

-Sure is.

All that money
for that fancy railroad car,

and them too sick to enjoy it.

-Why don't you and me --
why don't you and me

take a drink to that?

-[ Laughs ]

-Sedation could last a while.

Now I don't wanna minimize
the seriousness of this.

He's a very sick man.

-Just tell us your fee
and get off the train.

-Please, Harl.

Doctor, what is the matter
with him?

-When did you first notice
the symptoms, Mrs. Townsend?

-A few days ago.

-About a week, 10 days.

He started coughing
about a week ago.

-Now, he's served your food

and taken care
of your clothes, hasn't he?

-I believe those are
the usual duties of a butler.

-Has anyone else been in here?

Train crew, passengers
or anyone?

-Doctor,
these are our private cars.

Now if you'll just be good
enough to prescribe treatment,

whatever will get him
through to Kansas City,

I'll assure you he'll have
medical attention there.

-Let me assure you,
Mr. Townsend,

that he has medical attention
right here.

-Well, we picked up
the palace car in Cheyenne.

-This here Townsend fella
must be awful rich.

-Is he the same one
with Townsend Buggies?

-Same, got the biggest factory
in Chicago.

-Oh, Matt,
see ya here a minute?

-Sure.

What is it, Doc?

-Well, I'll tell ya,
we got trouble here.

Ya remember me tellin' you about
an epidemic of spotted fever

up in Wyoming?
-Yeah?

-These people in here have been
huntin' up in the Laramie Basin.

-You mean there's a case
of it in there?

-Clearest case I've ever seen.

Now that means one thing --
quarantine.

-Doc, we can't quarantine
a whole train.

-No, I mean just this car.
You could have the conductor

pull if off on that spur
east of town, couldn't ya?

-Well, I guess so,
if that's the way you want it.

-Another thing,
this has gotta be done quietly

because a thing like this just
scares people to death.

-You sure it's the only way?
-Oh, no.

We could send the train on,

spread the epidemic all the way
from here to St. Louis.

-Or start one here in Dodge.

♪

[ Whistle blowing ]

[ Brakes screech ]

[ Rattles ]

-I wanna know what's going on,
and I wanna know now.

Well?

-Well, I've had this car
backed onto a siding

and put under quarantine.

This man has spotted fever.

-Is that a fact?

-Yes, sir.

That is a fact.

-And I'm supposed
to take your word for it,

a cow-town pill roller?

-I've seen spotted fever,
and I know how to treat it.

You might be grateful for that
because there's a very good

chance that you'll all come down
with it.

-And won't your quarantine make
that good chance a certainty?

-Not necessarily.

-Now you think you're gonna
keep us cooped up here

till we catch ourselves
a death of plague?

No, sir.
Not me, you ain't. No!

-You don't think I'm gonna let
my wife stay here, do you?

Your doctor thinks
he's gonna quarantine us.

-Well, I don't see what else he
can do under the circumstances.

-That's far enough right there.

And drop the gun.

Now get back up there.

-Now, who the devil
do you think you are?

-My name's Matt Dillon.
I'm a United States Marshal.

I'm sorry,
but you and your party are gonna

have to stay in the car.

-And if I refuse?

-Well, you're
under official quarantine.

I'll have to keep you in there

with or without
your cooperation.

-Marshal,
I am Harlan P. Townsend...

-I know who you are,
Mr. Townsend.

-Well, you'd never know it
by your attitude.

Conductor, get this train
rolling.

-I'm sorry, uncouple his car.

-Don't you touch it!

-Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Townsend,

but I can't risk
carrying the plague.

-The plague?
You have no proof of the plague,

only his word!

-Uncouple the car.

[ Clattering ]

-My compliments, Marshal.

And to you, doctor.

It's as neat a bit of collusion
as I've ever seen.

-Now what's that supposed
to mean?

-You pick a rich man's private
car, have it sidetracked,

use your tin badge
to enforce a quarantine.

A Spanish pirate
couldn't ask for a better setup.

All right.
What'll it cost me?

-Mr. Townsend, you can think
anything you want anyway.

But nobody's leaving this car
until Dr. Adams says so.

-How long, Doctor,
when we're all dead?

-Well, if your information
is correct, the symptoms oughta

show up in 12, 24 hours.

-You mean that's all
we got to live?

-Not necessarily.

It's not always contagious
and not always fatal.

Now I suggest you get in here,
both of you.

-Now, I committed no crime,
Dillon. [ Chuckles ]

You ain't gonna
shoot no unarmed man,

especially in the presence
of a witness like Townsend here.

Are ya?

I...I bet you wouldn't do that.

-Stay away from him, Matt!

-All right,
both of you get back in the car.

-I call governors
and judges by their first name.

Be warned, Marshal.

You'll be lucky to have a job
sweeping the jail

when this is over.

-Mr. Townsend,
let me give you some advice.

Now this man happens to be
a very fine doctor.

If you're interested
in the lives of your party

on board there, you'll pay
close attention to what he says.

-Doc, can't I help ya out?

-You keep away!
This car is quarantined!

-Well, that don't mean you too,
does it?

-That means me too.

-Well, now you -- you take care
of yourself, ya hear me?

Contrary old scudder.

[ Whistle blowing ]

[ Whistle continues ]

[ Whistle continues ]

-Jefferson's still unconscious.

-Is he?

-Dr. Adams is still trying
to bring down his temperature.

-Well, I hope I can find
somebody to do the same thing

for the company's stockholders

when I fail to show up
for the meeting.

-The doctor wants to examine us
first thing in the morning.

-That horse doctor's not
touching either one of us!

Do you realize
that your meddling

can cost the company a fortune?

-He said that the first
symptoms of the fever

are chills, a dry cough
and loss of appetite.

-Well, my loss of appetite

came about when Jefferson
took to his bed

and you took over
the scullery.

-Harl, that isn't necessary.

-You're wasting
your maternal vent, my dear.

-I'm concerned about you!

-Well, you needn't be!
I'm fine!

I've never been sick
a day in my life.

[ Coughs ]

[ Continues coughing ]

♪

-Kitty, Newly.
-Good morning, Matt.

-I brought you some breakfast,
Marshal.

-Oh, thank you.

-Talk to Doc this morning?

-No, not yet.

-Anybody from town
been out here?

-Well, not so far.

-Do you think they're likely
to break out of there?

-Well, I don't think
the Townsends would be.

But that Loftus fella
might if he had the chance.

The thing that worries me

is this isn't gonna
stay a secret too much longer.

-Well, you and Festus
and I could handle things.

-Well, I don't know about that,
Newly.

-Did you ever hear that story
about why they put bars

on a tiger's cage?

-To protect the tiger
from the people.

-Folks can get out of hand
pretty fast if they

think there's gonna be a plague.

Remember that cholera scare
we had a couple of years ago?

-Too well.

-What time is it?

You must be wanting something
to eat.

-Don't bother about me.

-Cough.
-[ Coughs ]

Cough again.

-[ Coughs ]

-I can see your appetite's
still all right.

What about chills?

-No.

-Headaches?

-Oh,
you betcha I got a headache.

I got aches clear down
to my toenails thanks

to that big-fisted marshal
of your'n.

-Oh.

Well, I can't find any symptoms
so far.

-I'll tell you one thing, Doc.

Him and me's got a score
to settle.

-Don't think I'd push
that too far if I was you.

Let's have a look
at you, Mr. Townsend.

-Nothing wrong with me.

-Let's hope not.
Just unbutton your shirt there.

-Go to the devil!

-Now you do like the doc says!

-Nobody orders me, Loftus.

You learn that
and keep your place,

or I'll finish what that lawman
started last night.

-Maybe you ain't never seen the
plague so as to be scared of it.

Well, I have.

Let me tell you somethin'.

I've seen the toughest kind of
men laying flat on their backs

with their blood boiling out
their -- boiling out their skin!

They was chokin' and cryin'
like babies, hopin' to die!

And I seen this ol' rummy
of a sawbones

pull some of 'em through,
like he done me.

And I tell --
-Wait a minute.

Are you saying
you've had spotted fever before?

-Yeah, in some rat hole
of a mining camp in Montana.

The doc -- he, uh,
called it somethin' else.

-Typhus?

-Yeah, I think that's
what he called it.

-You may just have a guardian
angel watching over you.

-Is spotted fever like the pox?

In that if he's had it,
he can't get it again?

-Well, let's just say
his chances have gone down some.

-Dr. Adams?

-[ Coughs ]

-Well, I, uh,
seem to feel some better now.

-[ Coughing ]

[ Continues coughing ]

-How are things in there, Doc?

-A lot like you'd expect.
We'll just have to wait now.

-Will ya need anything?

-Well, yes.
I'm gonna need water.

About 5 gallons of it,
morning and evening.

Then I wanna give you a list
of medicines

to have sent over
from the office.

-All right, fine.
What about food?

-Oh, they got lots of food.
Fanciest locker you ever saw.

Even tinned oysters,
and peaches,

and smoked ham and champagne.

-They would have been
roughing it in there, huh?

-Yeah.

Has the word of this spread
around town, Matt?

-Not yet.

-Well, I'm afraid it will.

This car is about
as inconspicuous

as one of Hannibal's elephants.

-Morning, Festus!

-Howdy, Marvin.
You lookin' for ol' Doc, are ya?

-Yeah.
-Well he ain't up yonder.

-Well, so long
as the door's open,

he won't mind
me waitin' up there.

-No, what I'm tryin'
to tell ya is that he -- he --

he just ain't in his office
just now.

-Well, he told me
to be here this morning

to change my bandages.

-Well, something's came up,
and he just couldn't be there.

That's all.

-Now, hold on there, Festus.

-Look, when these here
emergencies comes up, why,

it ain't Doc's fault, ya know?

-Well, this here swolled up
foot's emergency to me!

-Morning, brother.
-Mornin'.

-I see the Lord has seen fit
to punish you

for your transgressions.
-What?

-Now you look for succor
from your chastisement.

-I'm lookin' for Doc Adams,

and he ain't here.

-Oh, rejoice, brother,
for the Lord

has given you another day
to repent your sins.

-Did you say Doc Adams,
Mr. Marple?

-Yeah.
-I seen something last night.

I seen Doc
and this pretty missy,

and they was headin'
toward --

-I too saw something
last night!

Rampaging sin on the streets

of this evil city.
-Wait a minute, whoa.

Wait a minute!

-Willy, what's seeing Doc Adams
last night got to do with now?

-Like I said,
I was heading towards the depot,

and seems I heard --

I heard there's a plague
on that train.

-A what?
-That's right.

I heard it just as sure as, uh,
sin, as a matter of speaking.

-Plague, you say?

-Plague.

-Brethren, come to me!

I tell you, pestilence
has descended upon this town

which trods the pathway of sin.

-What are you doing, you fool?

You stop that!
Stop it!

-Hold it right there.

-No, stay back, Matt,
it's all right.

-He had no right.

-Matt, they're filthy.
They're full of ticks.

-Those trophies
are my personal property!

-I don't care
whose property they are.

They're gonna burn.
-He had no right to burn 'em!

-If he says they're gonna burn,
they're gonna burn.

Now back away from there.

-Matthew, over here.

-Come to me!

It is the destruction
of Gomorrah descending

upon this place of inequity.
-Townsend, get back in the car.

-I'll tell you, pestilence
is descendin' upon this town

which trods the pathway of sin.
-[ Coughing ]

-Matthew!

[ Townspeople clamoring ]

-Matthew, I run into Marple
over at Doc's office,

and he started followin' me
with this whole pack.

-That's far enough,
right there.

-Is it true?

They got plague on that train?

-Plague?
-[ Clamoring ]

-Quiet down right now.

-We got a right
to know if there's a plague

here in our midst.
-That cowboy heard ya, Marshal.

He heard y'all talkin'
last night.

-Now listen to me, all of you.

There's no reason
for anybody to be afraid as long

as you keep your distance
and keep your head.

Now that car
there is under quarantine.

Nobody's goin' near it,
and nobody

that's in there is gettin' out.

Now move out, all of you.

-Woe unto him that sin,
sayeth the Lord,

for I shall send forth
a pestilence.

-Oh, hush your mouth!

-You had no right
to stop that car here in Dodge.

No right at all.
-[ Shouting ]

-You oughta hook it up
and send it right on out

with the next train.
-I see.

So we can send it
on down the line to Wichita,

and they can send it
to Kansas City,

and then to St. Louis so
everybody gets the fever, huh?

-Your first duty is with us,

here, not with some strangers
off yonder someplace.

-I'm gonna tell ya something.

I want you folks to move along

and leave this up
to Doc Adams and me.

Now break it up.

Go on!

-[ Huffs ]
-[ Townspeople murmuring ]

-I shall send forth
a pestilence, calamity,

affliction, death.

-Two pair, kings and treys.

-Three jacks, Mr. Townsend.

I guess things,
uh, sure have changed a mite.

It's close to $1,100
that I've won from you.

-Shut up.

[ Coughing ]

-Well, that's the cough,
Mr. Townsend.

Chills will be next.

-I'm not sick!

-Doctor.

♪

-You'd be better
off lying down.

-[ Exhales ]
I'm perfectly all right.

It was just a faint.

-Ms. Townsend,
did you see your doctor

before you came out here?

-Yes.

-I suppose he told you
just the thing to do,

come out here in the West
and rough it.

Expecting mother.

-No, he didn't say that.

-Well, then your husband must
have insisted you come along.

-My husband doesn't know
anything about the baby.

You mustn't tell him.

-Not a very easy thing
to hide for very long.

I don't know why you'd want to.

-Doctor, Harl and I have been
married for seven years.

And we've had
our disappointments.

They've been hard
for him to accept.

You see, he gets angry
when he realizes that he has

no authority over a child
that refuses to be born.

I was losing him.

My husband has his factories.

He has his horses.
He has his hunting friends.

He has his gambling friends.

They were becoming much
more important to him than I.

They were edging me
right out of his life.

And I asked him to bring
me along because I thought that,

maybe alone, together...

-Ms. Townsend, don't you

think you can accomplish
the same thing by just --

just telling him the good news?

-No, because then his love
and his affection

would be for the baby
and not for me.

♪

[ Clamoring ]

-You boys hold him up
when they get here.

-All right.

-Turn that rig around, Newly.

You got no business 'round here.

-All right, now.
You people move out of my way.

-That car's been quarantined.

-I know that.

A man died.
He's got to be buried.

-Your marshal said nobody

enters
or leaves that plagued car.

Let the dead bury their dead.

-Drag him down from there,
boys.

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

Yeah! You knuckleheads!

[ All shouting ]

-Get your hands off of me.

-Festus, you ain't draggin'
those dead bodies off that car

and spreadin'
no plague 'round me.

-Hush your mouth
and do like I tell ya,

or you're gonna
have two stove-up feet,

I'll tell ya that.
Now get out of here.

-I want you men to move
back right now, all of you.

Go on, move back.
-Go on, git.

-Go on!

-Festus, get that body
out of the car.

-I'll do her, Matt.

-I'll help ya.

-Newly, you just stay here now.

I'll see that he gets
a decent burial, Matthew,

and then I'll just stay out
yonder on the prairie for a week

or so, so's that I won't
spread nothin'.

-All right, that's a good idea.
-Now, look out.

Get out of the way,
get out of the way!

-All right,
get away from the horses.

-All right, now get
out of there,

or I'm gonna mash
about half of ya flat.

Giddyup.

-Get ye here
and hear my voice, brethren.

Harken, sinners,
for destruction cometh.

-Somebody ought to dunk him
in a horse trough

before he really
causes some trouble.

-And surely he

shall deliver thee
from the snare of the fouler...

-Whoa, back.

Back up.

Get over there, Jake.
Straighten up there.

Whoa, back. Back up.

Hey! Hey!

Back up, easy now. Whoa.

Giddyup.

Whoa.

-Right here, Festus.

-Back up.

-Easy now.

-Whoa, back.

-Whoa, that's fine.

-Whoa.

-Come on now.

[ Clamoring ]

-I don't like it.

I don't like
what's buildin' up out there.

-You're not scared, are you?

The great hunter
I saw who stood his ground

in front of a wounded buffalo?

-Them ain't buffalo,
Townsend.

Them are people, scared people.

And it ain't gonna be long
before they get the idea

they won't be safe
until we're dead and buried.

I seen it happen before.

-Well then, you stay here
where it's safe, Loftus.

I'll go give the doctor a hand
with her.

[ Door closes ]

[ Clamoring ]

[ Door closes ]

-Lookie there.
One of 'em's tryin' to get off.

-Hey, you get back in there,
mister!

-[ Gasps, screams ]
-You hold it!

You hold it right there.

Put it away.

Get back.

Now you keep them people away
from me, Dillon, do you hear?

And you, get that wagon
outta here!

Go on!

-All right, do as he says.

-That'll keep him busy.

-All right, mister, what now?

-Nothin' happens to this lady

as long as nothin'
happens to me.

It's as simple as that.
-It don't look to me

like you're goin' far
with that shoulder.

-Couple of your watchdogs
shot at me, Dillon.

I hit one of 'em,
maybe killed him.

-I'm gonna tell you somethin',
mister.

Anything happens to this lady or
any of the people in that car,

you're gonna pay hard for it.

-It ain't gonna
be 'cause of me.

It's gonna be 'cause
you don't keep them people away.

Now I want a horse, Dillon.

I want a sound one
and I want it now.

Doc, you gonna fix my shoulder.

And you and Townsend,
come on up here. Hurry!

You, this lady's gonna
be all right

as long as you
keep a lid on things out here.

Now get me my horse!

-You gotta do somethin'.

We can't let
that plague get loose.

-It's too late, sinner.

Pestilence is already upon ya.

Its evil vapors are everywhere,
malignant, unseen.

-Look out. Get out of the way.
Get out of the way!

-Pray, sinners!

Pray to the rock for salvation!

-[ Screaming ]

-[ Clamoring ]
-[ Screaming continues ]

-[ Coughing ]

-I'm not gonna touch you while
you got that gun in your hand.

Now put it down.

-Not hardly, Doc.

-You made your point
with Matt Dillon.

You won't get an argument
from any of us.

-He's afraid, can't ya see?

-It's all right, Doctor.

-No, it's not all right.

I'm gonna probe that wound,
and he'll flinch,

and that gun might go off.

-Guess this gun's gonna make
you right gentle, ain't it, Doc?

-Let me make something clear
to you.

I'm gonna cauterize that wound,
or you'll bleed to death.

And I'm not gonna touch you
while you got that gun

in your hand.
Now you make up your mind.

-All right. Move.

[ Hammer clicks ]

-Go on, move!

I'm warnin' you, Townsend.

You make a move
for that gun rack, and I'll --

I'll kill both of ya.

All right, go ahead, Doc.

-This is gonna hurt some.

-That wagon now --
bring it on over here, boys.

Come on, move it here.

Lay them barrels
right down on the side, men.

-Marshal...

-How come
you're not down there?

-Jack Marple and a bunch
are throwin' a barricade

across the railroad tracks.

-They are?
-They're gonna stop the evening

train and make it haul
that plague car outta town.

-All right,
get back there quick.

-Yes, sir.

-Hold on here!
What do you think you're doin'?

-What does it look
like we're doin'?

-Tear it down!
-Leave it be!

Two of my kids
died of that plague,

died harder than a man
could believe.

We're gonna get rid
of that plague car!

-The only thing you're gettin'
rid of is this stuff!

Now tear it down!

[ Crowd shouting ]

[ Shouting,
punching continues ]

-All right, boys, come on.
Let's get back to work now.

Come on, move out!

Hurry it up.

Come on, move out!

-Where's your marshal
with that horse?

-You ride a horse
and open that wound,

and you'll be in trouble.
-I'll take my chances, Doc.

It's better than what this town
will do if they get the chance.

-[ Coughing ]

-Jefferson coughed like that.

-Shut up.

[ Coughing ]

-Harl, Harl.

-Please leave me alone.
-You're a sick man,

Mr. Townsend.
-It's nothing.

It's the dust,
being cooped up in here.

-Maybe he's right, Doc.
Maybe it ain't the fever at all.

Maybe it's just
his liver turnin' butter color?

-You callin' me a coward?

-You tellin' me you ain't?

-I'm tellin' ya.
-Only a fool would say that!

-Then call me a fool!

-Harl, you don't have
to prove anything.

-Stop it!

Stop being womanly,
hiding in your tears.

-Doesn't seem to me that she's
the one who's been hiding,

Mr. Townsend.

-What do you mean by that?

-I mean you don't recognize
courage when you see it.

-Please, Doctor,
don't try to be profound.

-She was the one
who got off of this train

in the middle of the night
in a strange town

and went in search of a doctor.

She nursed a man
dying of a contagious fever.

Now that was courage,

the kind of courage you don't
seem to be able to recognize.

Well, don't just look at her!

Try to see her.

[ Crowd shouting ]

-Townsend.
-What is it?

[ Shouting continues ]

-There's -- there's people
out there.

Doc, your marshal
better be able to handle 'em.

-Now who's got
the butter-colored belly?

-I got good reason.

That plague up in the gold camp,
men, just like them out there,

they got a notion
it was some hide skinners

that was spreadin' the sickness.

A mob killed 'em, burned
'em alive in their tents 'cause

they heard fire was purifying.

I tell you one thing,

there ain't no animal worse than
a human man with fear in him.

[ Shouting continues ]

-Where are you goin'?!

-We're all in this together,
aren't we?

Sardines in the same can.

[ Bullets clatter ]

-Why do they shake?

Just cold.

-Now you hold it right there!

-My husband needs me.

-[ Coughing ]

-You're --
you're a cool one, Doc.

-Not cool, just old.

[ Shouting continues ]

-Willy Groom is dead,
and the man

that killed him is holed up
inside that plague wagon!

[ Shouting continues ]

-[ Coughing ]

This can't be happening.

Not to me.

I'm cold.

How can it be the fever
when I'm so cold?

-Harl.

-[ Shivering ]

I'm not afraid.

-For heaven's sake, be afraid.

Be weak.

Be human.

For the first time
in your life, need somebody.

-How can you fight sickness?

You can't see it.

You can't touch it.

-How do you know love?

You can't see it, touch it.

But it's there.

-I'm afraid, Isabel.

I'm afraid.

-Oh, Harl!

[ Both gasp ]

♪

-[ Screams ]

[ Crowd shouting ]

-Stop that!
-Get away from me!

[ Shouting ]

-Fire! Behold, sinners!

And a fire
came down from heaven...

[ Gunshot ]
-[ Gasps ]

-Uh!

[ Gasping ]

[ Gunshot ]

-[ Gasps, coughing ]

[ Coughing ]

[ Coughing ]
-Where's the hunter?

-He's dead.

[ Coughing continues ]

-All right, that's far enough.
Just hold it.

Now, it's all over!

The preacher's dead.
Willy Groom's dead.

And that Loftus fellow's
inside the car.

And none of 'em
died from the plague!

So break it up
and go on home.

[ Crowd murmurs ]

-All of you!

[ Murmuring continues ]

-[ Coughing ]

-Newly, could you get a tent

and put it up for me
over there someplace?

-Yes, sir.
-And?

-Mr. Townsend's gotta
be kept under quarantine,

and, Kitty, I'm gonna need some
clean bedding and all of that.

-Right way, Doc.
-[ Coughing ]

-Here, come here.

-[ Coughing continues ]

-I did my best
to try and persuade him to stay

a few days longer to rest,
but --

-Well, it looks like he's gonna
be able

to stand the trip all right.

-I'm as good as new,

or perhaps I
should say better than new,

thanks
to this cow-town pill roller.

-If you all had done
went before I got here,

I'd have been plumb peeved.

-Well, we're just about
to pull out, Festus.

-I got to say this here,
Mr. Townsend.

You've did yourself up
plumb proudsome in Dodge City.

-Plumb proudsome?

-What he means is that
this salubrious Kansas sunshine

has been very instrumental

in the restoration
of your husband's health.

-That ain't
what I'm sayin' at all.

-Oh, hush!

-Marshal, again, my sincere
apologies for the things I said.

-Townsend, good luck.

-Thank you, goodbye.

-Bye, Ms. Townsend.
-Goodbye.

-Aboard!

-Well, dear,
I guess we better get aboard.

Dr. Adams, thank you.

-Don't mention it.

-'Fore you all go,
this here is a little somethin'

I fixed up for you whilst
you're travelin' on the train.

-Thank you, Festus.

What is it?

-Well, it's just a little batch
of vittles

I fixed up for ya
from the free lunch

over at the Long Branch.

-The free lunch at the Long --
-Oh, hush!

Ms. Townsend here,
she's eatin' for two now,

what with the young'un
comin' along and all.

And it'll be a whole heap
easier totin' this here box

on that train than it'll be
waitin' for them butchers

to come traipsing through there

sellin' that old dried up
somethin' or other.

-[ Laughs ] Thank you, Festus.
-[ Laughs ]

-Goodbye, Doctor.

-Privilege knowin' you,
Ms. Townsend.

-Thank you, Festus!

-Aww, it ain't much,

just some cold venison,
little dab of head cheese,

and some pickled pigs' feet.

-Board!

[ Train whistle blowing ]

-Bye, now. Have a nice trip!

-Goodbye.

-What do you mean,
pickled pigs' feet?

And venison?

When I want you to prescribe
for a patient of mine,

I'll let you know about it.

[ Both arguing ]

♪

♪

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

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