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[ Gunshot ]

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

-[ Grunting ]

-You chose the half-wildcat, half Rocky Mountain grizzly

who kicks harder than a Santa Fe leadin' mule.

Best say enough, boy!

Best say it! -[ Muffled screaming ]

-Just say it or I'm gonna kill you, boy!

I'm gonna kill you!

-That's enough!

Stop it, you dumb ox!

Oh, can't you see he's had enough?

-He ain't said so yet.

Ain't told you I licked him.

-[ Groaning ]

Enough! Enough!

-[ Groans ]

-You have that drink with me now, Lee?

-No.

-We said you'd drink with the winner.

-You said it. I didn't. -Oh, come on, Lee.

I bet if my name was Billy Martin

you'd drink with me.

Oh, I'd take on the whole state of Kansas for you, Lee.

Want anybody fixed?

I'll have 'em wishin' they was never born.

-Oh, you really know the way to a girl's heart, don't you?

[ Laughter ]

-Just tell me what you want. I'll do anything you say.

-Is that a promise?

-Word of honor.

-All right.

-You get out of here, and you leave me alone!

[ Laughter ]

-Poor old Bo!

[ Laughter continues ]

-Hiya, Billy! -Hey.

[ Chattering ]

-How's your pa feeling, Lee?

-Jim's fine, Billy. Thanks for asking.

How's Wes?

-Dad's up in Kansas City selling beef right now.

I've been waiting all week to see you.

[ Chuckles ]

-Oh, you -- you see that, Bo?

He didn't win anything, either!

Or maybe he did, huh?

[ Laughter ]

-Oh, Billy.

[ Laughs ]

[ Laughter continues ]

-Drinks on me, fellas.

Billy's passin' this round.

[ Laughter ]

-Ah...

-[ Exhales ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

-You built up enough steam for a freight engine.

-Compliment or a complaint?

-Both.

[ Both laugh ]

-Don't forget you're going with a woman that's almost old enough

to be your mother.

-Start having kids at five where you come from, do they?

Wouldn't surprise me a bit.

They sure do grow women there.

[ Both chuckle ]

-[ Exhales ] -Mm, mm, Billy.

Billy, come on. Please, Billy.

I've got to go back. Billy, please.

Billy.

Billy, come on, now.

Come on, honey, please! -[ Muttering ]

-Please, I've got to go. Billy, I'm not kidding.

I really do have to go, Billy! -She said to let her go!

-I mean it --

-[ Laughs ] Hey, get out of here!

-Billy, come on now, please.

-You want me to teach him a lesson, Lee?

Just say so.

-[ Laughs ]

Three's a crowd, fella.

Ha ha ha! Now...

-Billy! Billy!

Come on now.

-Don't! Don't!

-I'm gonna kill you, boy! I'm gonna kill you!

-Bo, don't! Don't, Bo!

[ Screaming ]

[ Crowd murmuring excitedly ]

-You murderer! You killed him!

You killed him! You killed him!

You killed him!

You murderer!

You murderer!

You killed him!

You killed him! You killed him!

You murderer!

You killed him!

♪

♪

[ Crowd clamoring ]

-They ain't gonna hold off much longer.

-They will, till Wes gets here.

-You ain't going up against him, are you?

-I don't know. -You don't know?

Joe, there isn't a man out there who didn't get water

from Wes Martin in drought time.

And who wouldn't get a side of Martin Beef

if he couldn't feed his kids, huh?

Yeah.

And who out there doesn't owe him?

And him never asking for nothing back.

-You ain't telling me nothing I don't know.

-Well, look, Joe, that musclehead killed his boy.

I see Wes being in the right, and so does everybody else!

[ Crowd clamoring ]

-Hey, hold it! Hold it!

-What's a U.S. Marshal doing here?

-I sent for him.

-You sent for him?

[ Laughs ]

That tells me loud and clear where you stand.

Joe, I ain't saying good luck.

Because I don't wish you any.

[ Door closes ]

-You've got no business here, Marshal.

-Move out of the way.

-Make us.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

-No!

We'll wait till Wes gets here.

-Well, Sheriff?

-Glad you got here first, Marshal.

-Marshal?

-I hope he gets a fair trial.

But it's your problem.

-Joe, that badge you're wearing there says different.

-What's it say now?

-Well, that says you're running scared.

-Maybe it looks that way,

but no mob ever took a prisoner from me.

It's a -- it's just that Wes Martin is my friend.

Everybody's friend.

About the best man I ever known.

-Yeah, I know what kind of man he is.

At least I thought I did.

-You wasn't wrong.

Bo Remick ain't -- ain't worth his little finger.

If Wes was sittin' in that cell, I'd turn him loose.

That's how strong I feel.

-Well, I'm sorry to hear that

because you're carrying things too far.

Farther than he'd want you to if he was thinking straight.

[ Badge clinks ]

Now you can quit if you want to...

after this thing is over.

-I can't make up my mind about anything today.

-There's Wes!

[ Crowd murmuring ]

-There's a U.S. Marshal inside, Wes.

Wood sent for him.

-Mr. Martin.

-You had no call to bring in any outsiders, Joe.

You should have come to me first.

I figured you owed me that.

-Martin, this town's in my jurisdiction.

Nobody's gets hung here unless the judge says so,

and you're no judge.

-Don't you go telling me about marshaling, Dillon.

I wore a badge once myself.

-Well, you must've seen lynchings in your time.

You know what can happen to your friends out there

if this thing gets started.

Now why don't you send them home?

-I ain't told them to do anything.

-No, and you haven't told them not to either.

They'd listen to you if you did.

-There was a time I might've agreed you's right, Marshal.

But, see, there are times when circumstances alter cases.

-No, they don't.

Not even when it's your own boy.

-They do, Dillon.

You might like to say that they shouldn't,

but they do.

You never knew my boy Billy, did you?

Huh?

He's a good boy.

Never got anybody into any trouble.

He was always -- always headin' it off.

Always doin' what was right.

He...

Ain't you got no sense of values, Dillon?

Huh? Look!

That's what you're standin' up for --

a good-for-nothing who never did anything for anybody.

Oh, do you think anybody values his friendship, huh?

No! He's nothing! He's got nothing -- a nobody!

No -- [ Scoffs ]

Except life.

He's alive.

And my Billy's dead.

You know that ain't right, Marshal.

Marshal, that's --

that ain't justice.

-Martin, I'm sorry about your boy,

and I understand how you feel.

But that still doesn't justify handling it this way.

-Do you know how it was, Marshal?

Tell him, Brock.

-We all heard Lee yell.

"Bo, don't!"

Then we heard him.

"I'm gonna kill you, boy.

I'm gonna kill you!"

That's what he said.

That's what he done.

-You believe him?

-Martin, it doesn't matter what I believe.

I'm not the judge.

-I always respected that star.

But this time I'm gonna walk all over you, Marshal.

♪

-Martin?

I'm ordering you out of town.

-You're ordering Wes Martin out of Martin's Bend?

-Right now.

-You with him, Joe?

-Wes...

If there was any other way --

-Can't have it both ways.

If you ain't with us, you're against us.

-He's neither.

And it's your loss that you can't see it.

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

[ Crowd chattering ]

-I made up my mind, Marshal.

Thanks.

[ Crowd chattering ]

-We waited for you to get here, Wes, before we started.

-How you calling it, Wes?

-Mr. Martin?

-It's out of my hands, boys.

Mr. Dillon's running the show now. [ Clicks tongue ]

-Maybe Dillon is and maybe he isn't.

Anybody doubt what ought to be done?

[ Murmuring ]

-Let's go over to Stark's and,

uh, talk on it some, huh?

-Yeah. -Let's go.

-Let's go. -All right.

-It'll take them a while to get liquored up.

-Blame me for trying, Marshal?

-Bo, I want you to tell me what happened out there.

-Marshal, you ain't gonna let them hang me?

-I wanna hear your story.

-I -- I didn't mean to hurt Billy, Marshal.

Well, honest, I never meant to hurt him at all.

-A whole lot of people have heard you say different.

-Only way anybody ever pays me heed

is by me putting a scare in 'em.

-Well, why were you trying to scare Billy?

-Well, I liked Billy, Marshal.

Don't guess he liked me much.

Truth is, don't guess he figured I was worth thinking

about one way or the other.

-Now, how'd this fight start?

-He pushed me.

No fight, nothing like that.

Tried to scare him out of the way.

He wouldn't move so I pushed him back but light-like, a shove.

He fell, uh, and he just laid there.

His skull cracked.

You believe me, Marshal?

-Well, if you're telling the truth,

there's a whole lot of people around here lyin'.

♪

[ Crowd murmuring ]

-Come on, boys!

-[ Crowd shouting ] -Let's go, let's go!

-Come on, let's do it!

[ Shouting continues ]

[ Shouting continues ]

-That's far enough right there.

-You taking us all on, Marshal?

[ Laughter ]

-That's right, you and your friend here first.

-Well, killing us ain't going to do you no good.

You and him ain't enough to handle this whole bunch.

That right, boys? -[ Crowd clamoring ]

-All right. You two, inside.

-Oh, you're arresting us, Marshal?

-Inside.

-Do somethin', Reed.

-He ain't that stupid.

Are you, Reed?

-Let's go.

-Why not? -All right.

-[ Laughs ]

-Huh.

-How long do you think you're gonna hold us?

-Here.

Put those on.

-Deputies? Us?

-You ain't asking us to hold a shotgun against our friends,

are you? -I'm not asking you.

I'm telling you.

-Not until our cows come home, we ain't.

-Wait a minute.

Why not?

Sure, Marshal.

I'm only sorry we didn't think of it ourselves!

-Put it on.

-Fair enough. Anything you say, Marshal.

Why, if them boys outside had known what you had in mind,

the whole bunch of them would have volunteered.

-Yeah.

Hey, looks real pretty, don't it, Bo?

-Hold on a minute.

Raise your right hands.

-[ Chuckles ] Sure.

-All right. Now, do you both swear

to faithfully uphold your duties

as deputy United States Marshals to the best of your ability?

-Sure.

-Yeah, you bet your life.

-No, you just bet yours.

I'm gonna tell you what those badges mean.

That means that you're duly sworn deputies

of the United States government.

In whose services you'll be paid $2 a day to protect,

with your lives if necessary, federal property.

Now it so happens that Bo Remick here is in federal custody

right now.

So if your friends get to him,

it better well be over your dead bodies

or the United States government will hang you for lynching.

-Hey, just a minute, Marshal. [ Chuckles ]

-I am un-deputizing myself right now.

-Yeah.

-You just swore an oath, mister.

You're legally deputized till I personally release you.

Now put it back on.

-Make me.

-That'd be a pleasure.

[ Punches landing ]

-Lefty, Crow, you all right?

[ Punching continues ]

[ Crowd murmuring, punching continues ]

[ Clattering ]

-This boardwalk's the deadline.

-[ Laughs ] Deputies?

[ Laughs ]

I guess Dillon never heard of the Trojan horse!

Huh? Come on!

-Ah.

-Lefty, have you gone loco?

-I'm sorry, Reed, honest.

It's darned if we do, and darned if we don't.

But it hurts a lot less if we don't.

Now get back! -And nobody crosses that line.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

-This Lee Stark, where can I find her?

-She runs the saloon.

But she'll be home now getting her pa's dinner.

She, uh, lives in the first house just outside of town.

-Keep an eye on things.

-Okay.

-Lee Stark? -Yes.

-My name's Matt Dillon, Miss Stark.

I'm a United States marshal.

-Well, I thought you'd be busy at the jail, Marshal.

-I'd like to talk to you for a minute, if I could.

-What do you want?

-Bo Remick claims that you were a witness

to Billy Martin's death?

-I was there.

-Well, I'd like to know how it happened, Miss Stark.

-Bo killed him.

-Yes, but how?

-Well, uh, Billy asked me to go for a walk.

We, uh, went outside and we stopped for a minute and talked.

-Now, Bo claims that you were begging Billy to let you go.

Oh, we were joshing -- funnin' like we had dozens of times.

It was Saturday night and I -- I had to get back!

That's my father. This is Marshal Dillon.

-How do you do?

Could Remick have had any reason to think you needed help?

-Why, of course not.

-Bo Remick was a filthy bully

who had no call to be anywhere near me!

-You can ask anybody.

He pestered my daughter to distraction.

If you want my opinion, I think he killed Billy

because Lee liked him.

-Well, now, Remick seems to feel it was an accident.

-I've already said all I'm going to say.

-You're the only witness.

Whether he lives or dies is gonna be up to you.

All right.

See you at the trial.

[ Door closes ]

-What's the matter, Lee?

You hidin' something from the marshal?

-No, I'm not hiding anything.

-Well, Remick deserves to hang, doesn't he?

-You heard what the marshal said.

It's on my word alone.

Maybe I don't want his dying on my conscience.

-Conscience?

Well, I don't understand you at all.

Billy was one of the finest boys I ever met

and you thought so, too.

We owe Wes Martin plenty.

Now, the least he can expect from you is the truth.

-In a way, uh, well, you might could blame me!

I mean, well, Billy and I -- we...

-I know all about you and Billy.

-We were funnin' outside the place and --

well, you know how it is.

-I've heard it all, Lee.

-Bo, he -- he was always hangin' around.

I mean, my father said that maybe Bo killed Billy

out of spite!

And if that's true, then it was my fault.

-Stop blaming yourself, girl. I don't.

-The marshal came to see me.

-Mm.

Doin' his job.

You set him straight.

-I told him what I told everybody else.

[ Sighs ]

I'm sorry, Wes.

-If only he'd got married.

And left somethin' of himself.

The place is so empty without him.

It's never gonna be anything but empty from now on.

It takes all the meaning out of things.

-Well, it's wrong.

Oh, it's so wrong!

Everything you've done, and now

Billy's dead on account of that Bo Remick!

It's just wrong!

-It'll be made right.

-What'll change?

-[ Exhales ]

-Everything all right, boys?

-What'd she say, Marshal?

-What do you know about this, uh, Lee Stark?

-About everything.

Her and Billy Martin had a now-and-then thing goin'.

Her father was a drover for Wes --

a real top hand -- till a mustang stomped his spine.

He's been in that wheelchair ever since.

-And now they own the saloon?

-That's right.

-Well, you don't buy a saloon on drover's wages.

-Wes helped.

He figured a handout would kill Jim.

The saloon helps him keep his pride.

Don't hurt Lee's none either.

-I see.

Do you suppose there are 12 men left in this town

who haven't already made up their minds about this case?

-I doubt if there's two.

♪

♪

-Wes will be expecting it.

-Probably. -Then what's the use?

-Well, it's a gamble against a sure thing.

It's a chance worth taking.

Come on.

-Good luck.

♪

-Can't say I didn't stay out of town

like you told me, Marshal.

But, this town's where he killed my son

and this town's where he's gonna hang.

-If he hangs it's the law that'll do it.

Now get these men out of the way.

-Let's get it done with.

-Now, hold up, Brock.

No good-for-nothing's worth gunning down a U.S. Marshal.

All right, Dillon, you win.

He gets a trial.

-In Martin's Bend?

-In Martin's Bend.

-You might as well lynch him here.

What's the difference?

-You know what circuit rider Judge is going to try the case?

-Josh Pike.

-Josh Pike.

You're going to tell me Josh

don't run an honest court? -No.

-All right, boys, let's see that the marshal

and his prisoner get safely back to town.

Anybody lays a hand on either one of 'em

will answer to me.

-You know, Martin, twisting the law

to lynch a man for you is as bad as doing it yourself.

-There just ain't no pleasing you, is there, Dillon?

After you, Marshal.

♪

-The court is now in session.

The Honorable Judge Pike presiding.

Call the first witness.

-Need one, do you?

-I don't know what to say when I get out there.

-Why don't you try tellin' the truth?

You're the only one who knows what it is.

-Whoever said the truth hurt

really knew what he was talking about.

-Yeah, but who's it gonna hurt, Lee?

You better give that a lot of thought because you're gonna

have to live with it for the rest of your life.

Let's go.

[ Spectators murmur ]

-Do you swear to tell the truth, Miss Stark?

Sit down.

All right. Let's hear it.

-Billy and me, we, uh, we were in the alley...talking.

He didn't want me to go back to work.

-Giving you trouble, was he?

-Well...

sort of.

-Real trouble? Or the kind a woman likes?

-Funnin'.

I, uh...

I kept telling him to let me go.

-But it you wouldn't have made you mad if he didn't?

-Bo, he, uh, heard it

and...

he asked me if I wanted Billy fixed.

Billy didn't like that and --

and there were words.

And...

And then Billy shoved Bo, and then, uh...

-Go on.

-Well, then Bo shoved back and --

and threw him,

and Billy's head hit the wheel rim.

-[ Breathes sharply ]

This is mighty important, Lee.

All this pushing and shoving.

What would you call that last toss Bo gave Billy?

Was it a brawlin' toss or a killin'?

-Oh, well, it --

it's hard to tell what's in a man's mind.

-The look on his face says it sometimes.

-[ Softly ] Killin'.

-Louder.

Louder! -Killin'!

[ Spectators murmuring ]

Lee...

[ Gavel bangs ]

-Mr. Remick.

-Lee!

-Bo, come on.

-Mr. Remick, is there anything you wish to say?

-No, uh...

Nothing.

-What could he say?

-On the basis of the evidence presented here in this court

I have no choice but to find the defendant

guilty as charged.

[ Spectators murmuring ]

-You're excused, Miss Stark.

[ Exhales ]

I'll pass sentence tomorrow morning.

[ Spectators murmuring ] -Tomorrow? Why?

He's guilty! You said so yourself!

Tell him now!

Tell him he's gonna hang!

-Don't give me no orders, Wes Martin.

Sheriff, remove the prisoner.

-Let's go, Bo.

-All right, Dillon.

You had your chance.

I played your game.

I bent over backwards.

But it's all over now.

-Wes.

I'm the one who decides this trial is over.

-No, you don't, Josh!

You had your chance, too.

-He's right, you know. It is over.

-You mean to say you don't have a feeling

about that story of hers?

-Of course I have.

But I've got to decide this case on the basis of the evidence,

don't I?

On what she said under oath.

Otherwise I'm just as wrong as Wes Martin.

Have the prisoner here at 10 o'clock for sentencing.

♪

-[ Groaning ]

-Enough!

Enough! [ Chuckles ]

Is that what you said to me?

Well, it ain't gonna do you no good, boy.

-Hey...

Hey, please don't hurt me any worse.

-[ Laughing ] -Hey, please!

Please leave me! It's all over! -[ Laughter ]

-Stop, hear? Stop it!

-All right. All right.

But a ton of lard like you has got to be hung real good.

Why, I seen a big fellow like you dropped once in Santa Fe.

Rope was too long.

Oh, what it did to him.

-But don't you worry none, Bo.

We're gonna see you get a short rope.

Too short to crack your neck

and that way it takes a lot longer.

And ol' Wes -- that's the way he'd want it, too.

-[ Laughs ]

-[ Shouting ]

-Can't hang any higher.

Unlock the door.

Move out, boy.

I'm going to kill you.

I'll kill you both.

-Do it, Crow.

Do it, Crow!

-Ah! Ah!

-Ooh! [ Coughing ]

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Gunshot ]

-Just doing my job, Marshal.

-Joe!

What happened? -Bo broke jail.

Dillon and I'll handle it.

-No, not this time, Joe.

Come here.

Take him inside and lock him up.

I'm sorry, Joe.

[ Crowd clamoring ]

-Now hear me!

Hear me!

Seal off the town. Surround it.

I want a net and everybody move in.

Comb every hayloft, every crate, every back room and alley.

Find him.

Bring him here to me. I'll be waiting.

[ Crowd shouting ]

♪

-Gee -- Ooh!

[ Crowd clamoring ]

♪

♪

[ Knocking ]

-Bo?

♪

-Expecting him?

-I -- I thought he might come here.

-So did I. It's about the only place

he can come to where he won't get shot down like a dog.

Or will he?

♪

-There he is!

-[ Grunting ]

-Wes!

Wes!

-Lee -- Lee, you know I didn't mean to kill Billy.

Why did you say it? -Do something!

-Huh?

He's in there. The marshal's with him.

-Dillon!

Let's talk!

-Don't let them take him!

-Better make up your mind.

You can't have it both ways, you know,

and time's running out.

-Dillon...

he had his trial.

Fair trial.

We went your way all the way, didn't we?

Now we're going to do you a little favor.

You ain't gonna have to hang him.

-He's not worth it.

-Coming around to my way of thinking, huh?

-You're undoing all you ever did to these people, Martin.

-They all loved my son Billy.

They're just doing what they think is right.

-And you know better.

♪

-All right, let's get Bo Remick out here.

-We're comin' in, Lee!

-Give him to 'em, Lee!

[ Crowd clamoring ]

-Wes!

Don't.

Please.

-You already said all we have to hear, Lee.

-Scatter!

-All right.

We'll burn him out.

-Lee, girl, are you crazy?

Let 'em have him.

-I tried, Pa.

I thought I wanted the same thing, but...

I'm sorry.

Oh, Bo.

[ Cries ]

I'm sorry.

-Lee...

I know what I am.

What folks think.

But I just feel that what I am

ain't got nothing to do with

feeling like I do for you.

-Light it up.

-Now, I want five minutes in there.

Or are you gonna shoot me in the back?

-Five minutes, Dillon.

-Lee, let me in.

-Take them outside, Marshal.

I'm staying here.

-Didn't you hear him?

They're gonna burn the house.

-Go or stay, he's a dead man either way

and there's no question about who the killer is.

-No!

-It's on your word that those people are out there.

-That's not true. -If it's murder,

everybody's clean.

If it was an accident, some of them may have to take sides,

and you fixed it so nobody has to do that.

-No.

-Nobody has to go up against Wes Martin.

-It wasn't an accident. -I don't believe you.

-Well, everybody else does!

-How much can you owe one man, Lee?

How much is a saloon worth?

-That's not the reason.

-Well, what is?

-Let her be.

You let her be!

-Bo!

[ Gasps ]

[ Crowd shouting ]

-Wes, please! Make them listen, please!

Make them listen, please!

It was an accident!

-Accident?

-Yes.

Bo shoved Billy.

That was all.

His spur got caught.

And he fell.

And he hit his head.

Bo didn't mean to harm him.

-She's lying.

-No.

She's tellin' the truth.

-I'm sorry, Wes.

-Lee, why the lie?

-Because that big stupid animal wouldn't let me alone.

Because Billy was dead on account of him.

Because I loved Billy, and he was dead.

[ Sobs ]

It's just...

Just as simple as that, Wes.

I'm grateful to you, and...

a lot of people in this town are.

We -- we owe you a lot.

I guess if -- if seeing that Bo Remick got lynched --

it would help to make Billy's death easier on you,

well...

I guess a lot of people'd like to see he was lynched.

But I...

I just can't be one of 'em.

I just can't.

No matter how much I owe you.

-Owe me?

-Wes, if it wasn't for him, Billy'd still be here.

Only difference is she and him was both to blame.

-That's what it's been all the time?

They felt they owed me?

-I guess too much of anything can be dangerous, Martin.

Even gratitude.

-Well, folks, which way you headed?

-We're looking to find ourselves a new town.

Buy another saloon.

-Not takin' much with you.

-[ Sighs ] Well...

We're, uh, we're takin' enough.

Good-bye, Marshal.

-Good luck to you.

♪

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

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