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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 ]

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[ 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 ]

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-[ 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 ]

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

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