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♪

[ Gunshot ]

♪

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

-[ Labored breathing ]

Luke!

Uhh! Ah!

-That posse ain't far behind.

-I'm hurt bad, Luke.

-Get on your horse and move!

-I need doctorin'.

-Well, I ain't gonna let no posse cut loose on me.

-Half that bank money's mine.

-A dead man ain't got no use for money.

-Luke!

[ Hooves clopping

[ Gunshot ]

-Whoa!

-Lookie here, Sheriff. Stop.

I told you I put a bullet in one of them!

Come on, let's get to trackin', boys.

-Don't be so all fired anxious to shoot 'em down, Gruber.

-Now, listen, you're wastin' time

givin' them two runnin' room, Sheriff.

-They won't get far on one horse.

-I don't think they doubled up.

We're too close on 'em.

-If you're scared of gettin' shot at,

best you stay here where it's safe.

Come on, let's go!

-Hey!

-Ah!

♪

-[ Groans ]

-[ Hums ]

[ Foliage rustles ]

-[ Groans ]

-Here, take it easy. -[ Groans ]

-Now sit. Now just...

-[ Groans ]

-Quit your thrashing around, man. I ain't gonna hurt you.

Let me take a look.

Mister, you've been shot bad.

I don't even believe old Doc could help you none.

-Hold it!

Hold it right there, Mister.

-Put that pistol down, Sheriff. This feller's hurt bad.

-Don't move. -What?

What in the tarnation you do that for?

He wasn't in no fit shape --

-Mister, that bank teller you two shot died.

There's a rope waitin' for you back in Pierceville.

♪

-Aah! Aah!

[ Laughs ]

Hey, still ain't back yet?

-Nah, I ain't seen hides or hair of 'em.

It's gonna be a miracle

if Old Man Bassett gets his self back alive.

[ Laughs ] -[ Laughs ]

Hey, here they come. -Hey, we're comin' out!

-Hey, they're comin' out! -Comin' in!

-Looks like your husband got 'em both.

-I never doubted for a moment he wouldn't.

-Hey, Gruber! What you say there?

-Here there be! -Hey, hey, both of 'em dead?

-Nah, just the one.

And I shot him when he came out of the bank.

-The sheriff tracked him down

while the rest of us was all off on a wild-goose chase.

-Well, I'll be doggone.

Hey, Sheriff, that two?

-Get that man inside.

-You sure enough shot him, didn't you, Sheriff?

-I had no choice.

That ain't all.

That's still had his gun out.

The other one didn't have a chance to clear lead

before the sheriff put him to asleep.

You sure didn't need no help from us, did you, Sheriff?

-Oh, I knowed you still had it in you, Sheriff.

-Well, that's what I was just sayin', isn't it?

Wasn't that what I was just sayin'?

Sheriff had to do it.

-Yeah, yeah, tell us about it.

-There really ain't much to tell. Maybe later.

-Come on? -What?

-Come on. Hurry.

-Where am I?

-Get in there. -[ Mutters ]

-I said git!

-What's the matter, Sheriff? Bassett steal your thunder?

-You open up this door

and I'll smash your jaw through the back of your head,

you stumpy little...

[ Thud ] -Stop!

Hey now, there's no callin' for that.

The man's locked up.

-He's in the wrong pair of shoes to badmouth me.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-What ol' Sheriff Bassett done out there...

-Now come on now.

Come on, hold on, let's hear the rest of it.

Now what happened when that yahoo in there went for his gun?

-I rapped him over the head. [ Laughter ]

-Hear enough of...

-Oh, that feller never had no chance.

-Hey, listen to 'em.

There sweet-talkin' that old man in there

like he done himself proud.

-Well, I figured he done just that.

-Well, they were my bullets that slowed that fella down.

-Nobody doubtin' that. -Well, the town is wrong

in lettin' that old man wear that badge.

He's too old for that job.

-I wouldn't have so yesterday,

but now I feel this town owes him that badge.

And he's earned the right to wear it for as long as he likes.

[ Indistinct conversations continue ]

-Listen, I think our Sheriff's due some congratulations.

How about what old Sheriff Bassett...

-Oh, I've heard enough of this.

-Boy, that fella in there never had no chance.

-Not against Old Sheriff Bassett, he didn't.

-Oh, Sheriff, what about the money?

-Yeah, Sheriff. How 'bout that money here?

-We've covered every inch of that section.

Didn't find a thing.

No tellin' where it is.

-There's lots folks in this town

gonna be hurtin' unless that money's found.

-We're all well aware of that.

-That prisoner in there,

he sure enough knows where it's at.

-Well, I say a noose around his neck

sure enough loosen up his tongue.

-Yeah. -How about that?

-No man has ever hung without a trial

as long as I've been sheriff, and that ain't gonna change now.

-He don't deserve a trial.

-If you ever plan on wearin' this badge, Gruber,

you better change your thinkin' on that.

-Well, I mean no disrespect, Sheriff,

but ol' Will Turner over at the bank,

he didn't deserve to die neither.

-That's a mortal fact, ain't it?

-That ain't no argument for a lynchin', and you know it.

We don't know which of them two did the shootin'.

-Well, if you ask me, it don't matter which one of them

pulled the trigger. They're both in it together.

-Nobody's askin' you, Shad.

Now, I don't want to hear no more about it.

Circuit judge will be here next week.

We'll leave any hangin' to him.

Now you all just leave this to me.

I'll get that money back,

and that feller in there will pay for what he did.

That's my word.

-Well, the Sheriff's word

is good enough for me. -Darn tootin'.

-Now you all go on about your business.

-Come on, boys, let's get a drink.

-Gruber, you're gonna get yourself somethin' to eat

and then come back.

You'll watch over the prisoner tonight.

-[ Breathing heavily ]

-Reckon you and me has got some talkin' to do, Mister.

-Appears to me the only kind of talkin'

the law does in this town

is hittin' somebody over the head with a pistol.

-Where's the money at? -What money?

-Don't make it any harder on yourself than it is.

-Sheriff...

you went and treed yourself the wrong possum.

-Mister, that bank robbery

busted a lot of people in this town.

-Well, much obliged for the little tip.

Least wise I know what the money is that you been a-jawin' about.

-Well, then know this --

a jury, if this thing ever gets to a jury,

ain't likely to set aside its feelin's about the siwash

that sent 'em to the poorhouse

and killed a man that was a good friend to all of us.

You want my opinion? They'll hang ya.

-Well, then they'll be hangin' the wrong man.

-Tell me where the money's at,

and I'll do my best to see they go easy on you.

-Sheriff, you ain't listenin' to me.

-Chances are you'll be a free man in, say, 7, 8 years.

[ Door rattles ]

-Be a lop-eared mule...

I'd do just as well at talkin' to these walls.

Now you dig the wax out of your ears

and you listen to me, and you listen good.

My name is Festus Haggen.

I'm on my up to Holcomb to pick up some stock

for a fella in Dodge City, where I come from.

I been jobbed and poked at

and thumped over the head with a pistol

and throwed in jail,

just because I tried to help some feller

with a bullet in him.

And I'm tellin' you for the last time,

you got the wrong man.

And I mean it.

-Can you prove that?

-You bet your big foot I can prove it.

Just send off a telegraph to Marshal Matthew Dillon

in Dodge City.

He'll tell you about me.

He's my friend.

-Write out your telegram.

-Forget his name, did you?

-No, it ain't that at all.

-Well, get on with it. I ain't got all night.

-Well, it appears like that I've --

I've lost my writin' specs.

-I'll set them words down for you.

-Much obliged to you.

Just can't figure out where them things went to.

I had them... -Well?

-Send it off to Matthew Dillon.

He's the marshal -- -I know who he is.

-And tell him...

[ Door opens ]

-Reckon you can go home now.

-I've been lookin' for them posters, Sheriff.

Can't find a single one on the prisoner.

-Yeah.

-Sheriff, I reckon you know that some of the folks...

What me and some of the others have been sayin' about you.

-That I've reached the end of the line as a lawman?

-Truth is, we was all wrong about you.

You're every bit as good as you was 10 years ago.

-Thanks.

-And, uh, what I said out there

about you bein' scared and all...

Well, I was wrong in thinkin' that,

and I'm right sorry for it.

After what you don't tonight,

ain't nobody ever gonna doubt you again.

If you need me for anything,

I'll be over gettin' somethin' to eat.

[ Sets down mug ]

♪

[ Coins clinking ]

-I wish gunsmithing did as well as you seem to do, Miss Kitty.

-How's business been, Newly?

-Hmm, pretty good, I guess.

It takes time to build, you know?

Was thinkin' about makin' a bigger sign.

-[ Laughs ] -Yeah, don't get it so clean.

The evening's young.

I'll tell you, this is a night to remember, Kitty.

-Why? -Well, Festus is out of town,

that's why.

Can't you just feel the peace and quiet, Sam?

Send a round of drinks over here.

-Comin' right up, Doc.

-My god, Festus is out of town.

-Well, I feel sorry for Festus.

-Why?

-Well, runnin' stock from Holcomb

isn't the easiest job I know.

-Well, maybe not, but he didn't need any help

'cause I sure offered.

-Of course he didn't want any help.

-You know, it was kind of funny.

I've never seen Festus so anxious to go to work.

That isn't in his nature,

and especially for the money that Hank's payin' him.

-I can tell you all about that.

I know exactly why he took that job,

and I'll tell you in one word -- fishin'.

-There you are, Doc. -Oh, thanks, Andy.

And just pour yourself one, too.

And pour ol' Rudy one there, too.

-Well, thank you. -Thank you.

-Fishin'? -Fishin', of course.

He's got himself a little place

picked out right near Pierceville there.

-You figured he took that job

just to get in some fishin'? -Well, sure.

Pierceville's right between here and Holcomb.

-It's the first time I ever heard

of anybody gettin' paid for fishin'.

-I tell you who I feel sorry for, is ol' Hank.

He figures Festus will be back with those horses in 3 days.

I tell you, it'll be more like 4 or 5.

-Well, I see you've got this all figured out.

-Of course I have.

-Why don't you tell me the truth?

-What?

-Wouldn't you just love to be up there fishin' with him?

-No. I'd just love to be up there fishin' without him.

But right now, I'm gonna settle for all this peace and quiet.

Sam!

Don't you go away, and when these are finished,

you just fill 'em right up again.

We may be here for 4 or 5 days.

♪

-[ Breathing heavily ]

[ Grunts ]

Uhh!

[ Hooves clopping ] Hah!

♪

-You look tired. -I'm all of that.

-It's not surprising, ridin' with that posse half the night.

-And, uh, hungry, too.

-Hmm. I thought you might be. I kept a plate warm.

-Caught 'em a few miles east of town.

Had to shoot one of 'em.

Name is Zeb Butler.

-Hope it's not too dried out.

-Looks fine.

Amy? -Uh-huh?

-Think you could put up with bein' a lawman's wife

for another year or two?

-Why? You, uh, you thinkin' about runnin' for sheriff again?

-Been a lawman almost 40 years. I don't know nothin' else.

-Well, now.

It's not gonna set too well with Charlie Gruber

if you don't retire.

-Gruber's young and hardheaded.

It won't do him no harm to wait another year or two.

That is, if youcan abide it, Amy.

-Hmm. I've abided it all these years.

I reckon another couple won't hurt none.

-Ha. You're a caution.

-I am, am I?

-After all the talk we've done about my quittin',

I tell you I'm gonna stay on, and you take it calm as cotton.

-Dan Bassett, I never knew you'd do anything

without thinkin' on it. It's just that...

-I know, I ain't as young as I once was.

Got to admit, I was kind of itchy going after 'em alone.

-Alone?

-Posse got all steamed up.

I couldn't stop 'em from ridin' off in all directions.

-Then you shot both them robbers?

-Just the one.

Other one says he's innocent.

He says he's from Dodge City,

a friend of the marshal's over there.

-Well, now, being a friend of the marshal's

don't necessarily mean he's not guilty.

-The way I figured it.

-Still, I suppose you had to check.

-I thought about it.

Decided against it.

My job is bringin' 'em in, no more.

It's up to a jury to decide whether he's guilty or not.

But, Dan,

surely his friends have got a right to know what happened.

-I reckon I have, and they will,

come trial time.

Can't take no chances on anybody pullin' strings

to get him out before the judge arrives.

-I see.

-Been a spell since I felt myself a whole man.

You know, Tom's been talkin'

for some time for me being too old for sheriff.

-I never did much pay attention to talk.

-Till tonight, I've been kind of wonderin' myself

if maybe they wasn't right.

♪

-Well, I don't know what more proof we need.

He's not back yet.

-Well, he isn't due back till sometime tonight, Doc.

-You know, I wouldn't blame Hank

if he took a horsewhip to him when he gets here.

-You sure are concerned about Hank's stock.

-Well, no. Hank hired him to do a job,

and what does he do?

-He goes fishin'. -Exactly.

-Without asking an old friend to go along with him.

-Hmm. -Is that it, Doc?

Are you upset because Festus didn't ask you to come along?

-Oh, upset nothin'.

He's just irresponsible. That's what irritates.

-Marshal wasn't in his office. -No, sir, he's over in Cimarron.

-Well, somebody better take a look at that telegram.

-Somethin' wrong?

-Well, I ain't sure, Miss Kitty.

-When'd you get this?

-Less than 5 minutes ago. -What is it, Doc?

-That rancher over in Holcomb wants to know

why Hank hasn't picked up his stock yet.

-Well, Festus oughta been there long before this.

-Sure had, fishin' or no fishin'.

-Well, where can he be?

-Well, somewhere between here and Holcomb.

-Doc?

-Well, I wish Matt was here.

-Well, maybe I better go get him.

Cimarron's on the way to Holcomb.

If I caught Mr. Dillon before he left,

I could save him a trip back here.

-You do that, Newly. -Thank you.

-Okay. And don't worry, we'll find Festus.

♪

-Morning, boys.

[ Door slams ]

How's the prisoner?

-Oh, he's been kickin' up a ruckus now and again.

He keeps askin' for you and some wire you sent off for him.

-Bates will be along shortly to take over.

-What, ain't you gonna talk to him?

-In time.

-Well, Sheriff, I was, uh,

I was just wonderin' about when you was gonna get around

tallkin' to him, find out about that stolen money.

-Like I said, in time.

-Well, a few folks been askin' me when you was gonna get back.

-Gruber, there's times to let things simmer.

I figure this is one.

-Well, uh, you're wearin' the badge.

-Tell Bates I'll stop by on my way to dinner.

[ Door slams ]

-Oh, Sheriff, is that you?

-You shut up in there. -Sheriff?

-You shut up in there. I said, just shut up!

You -- you shut your mouth in there!

You shut up!

-You go tell that sheriff of yourn to get hisself in here,

or I'm gonna scratch my way out of this chicken coop

and hind end the both of you with a load of buckshot.

-Well, he ain't ready to talk to you.

-Oh, he ain't ready, huh?

Well, I been a eyeballin' these walls for two days now,

and you tell him...

-Mister, I'm gettin' plumb wore out listenin' to you.

-He just plain ol' plowed me under with his lyin',

that's what he's did.

-Yeah.

Well, you ain't the only one.

Half the town is talkin' about how he outdrawed your partner

and brung you into town all by hisself.

-Now you lookie here.

I reckon that sheriff done what he had to do,

but it wasn't no gunfight by a long shot 'cause

that feller he killed wadn't in no fit shape

to make no kind of a fast draw.

And I didn't make none at all!

[ Smack ] -I knew it.

I knew it. I knew it all the time it was a fluke.

That man ain't got no more right to wear that badge.

No more right! [ Smacks hands ]

You and your partner, you show up in this town,

you -- you rob a bank,

and you make a great big hero out of him.

-That feller wasn't no partner of mine.

I've told you a hundred times, you knucklehead.

-If he was all that much,

he'd have found out where you hid that money.

-Money. Of all the... [ Speaks indistinctly ]

-Two minutes with you, Mister,

and I would have found out where you put it.

-Not on your old tintype, you wouldn't, 'cause I don't know.

-You ain't all that tough, Mister.

-And you ain't tried me yet.

-Gruber! [ Door slams ]

You know Bassett don't want no talkin' to the prisoner.

-Yeah, I know. -Then leave him alone.

-Bates...

you ever wonder why Bassett hasn't been to see him

since we've been back?

-I don't wonder about nothin', Gruber.

I leave things to Sheriff Bassett.

I figure he knows what he's about.

That's why he's sheriff, and we're just deputies.

-Deputy? -Yeah?

-Then I want you to go tell that sheriff

that I want to talk to him,

and I want to talk to him right now.

-You just sit on down there.

When the sheriff's ready to talk to you, he'll let you know.

-Oh, he will, huh?

-Well, I've been trying to tell him,

and you, and that stumpy little muttonhead

and whoever will listen to me

that you got the wrong feller in jail!

-No, you -- you're too busy a-hoorahin' and a-hoohawin'

and a-chompin' your jaws 'cause you got me behind bars.

And all the time, the real robbers is a-runnin' loose.

Don't you know that?

♪

[ Bubbling ]

♪

[ Door opens and closes ]

It's gonna be a little hard,

you explain' me bein' dead in my cell, ain't it?

Especially during your guard?

-Well, I ain't plan on shootin' you, unless I have to.

-I ain't that dumb.

I ain't gonna give you no cause.

-That's fine. [ Keys jangle ]

That's fine.

[ Lock clanks ]

Hey, come on you, step out.

-We fixin' to go someplace, are we?

-Yeah.

You're gonna take me where that money's hid.

Now.

-I just as leave take a bullet right here.

-That'd suit me just fine, Mister.

Except I'm set on gettin' my hands on that money

and bringin' it back to this town.

-I just bet you are.

-You've got a choice, Mister.

You take me where that money is, and I'll turn you loose.

But if'n you don't, you're as good as buried

for tryin' to escape jail.

Now what's it gonna be?

-I reckon we'll take a ride.

-Yeah. I figured you see it my way.

[ Door closes ]

[ Lowered voice ] Now go on.

Now you hear me good, Mister.

You take me where that money is first time, you hear me?

First time, or so help me,

I'll put six bullets in the back of your head.

Now git!

♪

♪

[ Birds chirping ]

-Prettiest time of of day, dawn.

Been a lot of dawns I've seen, an awful lot.

-You've been up all night.

-Most of it.

-Why didn't you wake me?

-I wanted to.

Had some studyin' to do.

-I'll make some coffee.

-Nah, just come on over here and sit by me for a minute.

Amy, we come a long road together, you and me.

-It's been a good road, Dan.

-I've been studyin' about that.

All the time we've been together,

I don't think I ever lied to you.

-Well, there's been a time or two

when you shaded the truth.

-A time or two.

I figure I done more than that this time.

-It's that prisoner you've got in the jail, ain't it?

-How come you always know what I'm thinkin'?

-[ Chuckles ]

But howdid you lie to me?

-I told you it wasn't my job

to figure whether a fella's guilty or innocent.

All I had to do was bring him in.

That just ain't true, Amy.

A lawman's job's a lot more than that.

-It always has been, Dan.

Least ways, it always has been with you.

Long as I've known you,

you've been interested in justice, not just the law.

-I ain't been actin' much like it lately.

-On account you -- you never checked that prisoner's story

about him being a friend of the marshal's?

-That's only part of it.

I had no right tearin' up that wire.

But it goes deeper than that.

There's lots of things that don't add up.

-Like what?

-The fact that there was a fire burnin' in the clearing

when I found him,

the size of a meal somebody'd cook.

Man robs a bank, it don't hardly seem likely he'd ride back

and set hisself down to dinner with a posse on his heels.

-Not unless he was smart enough to have the campsite ready

so you'd think it'd been there all along.

-I thought of that, but you got to admit, it ain't likely.

Then there's this story that he was on his way

to Holcomb to pick up a string of horses.

I should have checked that, Amy.

He could have been tellin' the truth.

-But you ain't sure. -No, I ain't sure,

but I should have done everything I could to find out.

The thing that scares me is,

I didn't face right up to it.

-What are you going to do, Dan?

-What I should have done in the first place --

get that marshal up here from Dodge City

and try and find out if there's any cause

for puttin' this feller on trial.

[ Footsteps approach ]

[ Knock on door ]

[ Knock on door ]

-The prisoner's broken out of jail.

-What? When? -A few minutes ago.

Larry Colvis over at the stable seen him and Gruber take off.

-Gruber?

-Yeah, I think he's taken him along as a hostage.

-Get some men together.

-The men are saddling up now, Sheriff.

They'll be waiting for you at your office.

-Which way were they headin'? -They were headin' east,

out the old back trail.

-East, Amy. Back to where he hid that money.

-I put your horse outside, Sheriff.

-I'll be right along. Looks like a lost

a lot of sleep for nothin'. -Dan...

-Come close to throwin' the whole thing away.

-Dan, I remembered something you once said.

You said, "An innocent man

"will just as hard and fast as a guilty one,

even faster if -- if the law turns his back on him."

♪

-Hey, yonder they come.

-Posse's ready, Sheriff.

-Yeah.

-Yeah, we're ready.

-Get rid of that bottle, Shad, or stay behind.

-Oh, Sheriff, liable to get a might chilly out there.

-Hard ridin' will warm you up. Get rid of it.

All right, let's go. -Go!

♪

-Festus' got a spot up here he likes to go fishin'.

If he's not there, we'll have to look for him in Pierceville.

-Let's hope nothin' happened to him before he got that far.

-It's Luke Summers.

-You know him, Marshal?

-Yeah, him and Zeb Butler both.

-Pierceville?

-You hold up.

Now just how much farther we gotta go?

-Well, as I recollect,

it oughta be right over this here rise here,

close to where you caught up with me that first time.

-You're sure takin' your time about gettin' there.

-Now, you come on. You push that mule of yours faster.

Now you come on! Git!

-Well, he's still headin' east.

-He's headin' back to that stretch of woods.

-It's the only chance he had to hide that money.

-Let's ride.

-Well, the man they're after, what did he look like?

-Afraid I can't help you, Marshal.

I never saw him.

-Well, I think I have an idea who he is.

-We found Luke Summers shot outside of town a few miles.

Now he had this stolen money with him,

and he used to travel with a man named Zeb Butler.

-Zeb Butler?

Why -- why that's the man they brought in dead three days ago.

I remember the name.

-Well, then who are they after?

-I don't know.

I-I don't know anything about him, except...

he rode a mule.

-That's Festus.

-Now, ma'am, which way did the posse ride out?

-East, out the back road.

-Mrs. Bassett, would you see that this money

gets into the right hands as soon as possible?

-Hurry, Marshal, hurry! -Thank you.

[ Door closes ]

-Mister, you been stallin' me for more than an hour now,

and I'm runnin' short on patience.

Now where's it at?!

-Just hold your taters now.

You -- you know it was pitch-dark

when we rolled in this place.

Well, ain't nothin' that looks the same

in this here daylight.

You got to wait till I get my bearings.

-Well, you got just about one minute

to find 'em and get that money.

-What guarantee have I got that you ain't a-fixin'

to shoot me once I turn that over to you?

-What's a matter with you? You got one minute!

-It's gonna be a might hard for you to explain to that sheriff

what I'm doin' way out here

instead of back yonder in that jail cell, now ain't it?

-Now, it ain't my fault

that fool Bates left your cell door open

and you broke loose, huh?

Of course, you took me hostage.

And while you was findin' your bearings, I jumped you.

Had to get my gun back.

Had to shoot you to save myself, huh?

What do you think, I'm in this to lose, Mister?

-You got it pretty well figured out, ain't you?

-Yeah.

Now you come on, 'cause your time is runnin' out.

Come on.

-Let me see here.

Now if I recollect...

it's right yonder, behind that bush.

-Aah! [ Gunshot ]

Aah!

-Shot come from over there.

-[ Grunting ]

-Aah!

Uhh!

[ Groaning ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Grunts ]

-[ Grunts ]

[ Panting ]

-Come up easy, Mister.

Drop it!

-I just had me a belly full of your kind of law, Sheriff.

He brung me out here,

thought I'd show him where that money is at.

He wanted it for hisself.

-There's a lot of things Gruber'd do.

Stealin' from his townsfolk ain't one.

-Listen to me! I'm tellin' you the truth!

He was a-fixin' to put a bullet in my back!

-Or the other way around.

Gruber's dead.

-It was him or me.

-You almost had me fooled, Mister.

-Listen to me, Sheriff!

-Me for one, I'm tired of listenin'.

-What about that telegraph you sent?

-Git.

-You never even sent it off, did ya?

You good for nothin' old scamp! You never even sent it off!

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-[ Grunts ] Turn me loose!

I haven't did nothin', I tell ya!

Get your stinkin' hands off of me!

Turn me loose!

Well, tell these yahoos about the telegraph.

-We'll get your friend up here, but he ain't gonna help ya.

-Whatever it is you're talkin' about don't matter.

Gruber's dead, and you killed him.

-Hey, Sam! Horse him!

I got it right here, Sam. Got it right here.

-Heave it right on over that limb.

-Hold on, there. -Come on.

Get to it, you know? -Shad, I don't reckon

any of us likes this, Sheriff, but it's got to be.

-He's right.

Gruber wasn't much of a lawman, but he was one of us.

-Yeah right, gave his life tryin' to take that feller.

We owe him for that anyways.

-All right, come on, Mister. -[ Grunts ] No!

-We're bringin' him in,

holdin' him over for trial.

If he's guilty, he'll hang just as easy then.

-He's guilty all right.

He killed Gruber. That's all the evidence we need.

-I can't see him deserving your protection, Sheriff.

-We had enough of this jawing. Let's get on with it.

-Get your filthy hands off me!

You're hangin' the wrong man! -Now, look here, Mister.

How easy this gonna be is up to you.

-Sheriff, do somethin'!

Don't just stand there with your jaws open!

[ Gunshot ]

-Could be I made one mistake,

but I sure as blazes ain't makin' one now.

Back off!

-You ain't gonna use that gun on us, Sheriff?

-Not unless you force me.

-Put this noose on him. -Stand back!

Shad. [ Cocks gun ]

-You know...

[ Cocks gun ]

[ Gunshot ]

-Get back here!

Hold him! Hold him!

[ Smack ] -Uhh!

-All right, come on. Let's get all in it.

-Now come on, Shad. Let's give it up.

-If you want to do it, get off that mule.

I'll do it myself.

Slick, turn me loose!

All right, throw that noose on him.

-Shad! -All right, hold it right there.

-Aah!

-[ Panting ]

Am I glad to see you fellers, Newly.

-I can imagine.

-Yeah, I'm all right.

-You'd be Marshal Dillon from Dodge?

-Sheriff Bassett? -That's right.

-Guess I got here about the right time, didn't I?

-You stopped the lynching, Marshal.

But your friend here is in serious trouble.

-That so?

-He's one of two men who held up the Pierceville bank.

-Oh, no he isn't, Sheriff. No, that man's dead.

We buried him out by Martin's Pond.

The money he and his partner stole's in your office.

-I reckon we done you in on justice.

-Just get out of here, you mangy bunch of dang...

-Festus? -Matthew...

-He says the fishin's been lousy.

-Got pretty close there, Matthew.

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-Sheriff.

-I'll go fetch Doc Collier.

-I'll be all right.

We'll go by his place on our way home.

That was an awful thing I did, Amy.

-I'd say you done a whole heap towards rightin' it, Sheriff.

-Where's the money?

-Mr. Potter over at the bank picked it up.

-Then it's all done.

I'm truly grateful you came when you did, Marshal.

-It all worked out, Sheriff.

-Only one thing wrong with wearin' one of these.

-What's that?

-Not knowing when to take it off.

[ Badge thuds ]

Let's go home, Amy.

-That badge can get to be big part of a man's life.

-Yeah.

Yeah, I, uh, just don't know when to take this one off.

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-[ Spits ]

Oh! Oh!

Help! Doc!

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