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[ Gunshot ]

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

[ Metal rattling ]

-Come on, what's holding ya?

-It's bolted down.

-Get back and watch the door.

-Hey, let's forget the whole thing. Somebody's going to hear.

-Get back there! We almost got it. Now go on.

-Hold it!

Now, you three stand right where you are.

-You said there wouldn't be a need to shoot.

-He had a shotgun! What do you expect me to do?

-Come on, let's get 'em. -Come on, let's go!

-We just set out to steal a few dollars.

-Farmer!

-I don't want to be a part of this.

-You ain't no good for anything but slopping hogs.

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

[ Pounding on doors ]

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-[ Speaks indistinctly ]

to having old Doc here to ride with.

-I think that the rest will do you both good.

-Might be I could just ride over to Spearville,

and see if he wants to do some fishing on the way back.

You know, there's awful good crappie fish in Tidwell's Pond.

And we could have ourselves a crappie fry, and...

-Ol' Roy is just liable to have hisself a seizure,

seeing that young Honker gettin' to work this early.

-That so? -And that Todd Bishop there,

he's been working for Gibson, you know.

And here last week, old Gibby just up and fired him.

Said he wasn't worth a pinch of salt.

-Oh, right, uh --

-You know, Matthew, what I think?

The young'uns of today ain't got enough gumption

to pound sand for a rat hole.

Why, when I was his age,

there were 17 Haggins that depended on me

for everything they was,

except the... -Sure, sure.

Festus, how about some breakfast? I'm buying.

-I'm ready.

-They doknow something, I tell you.

They was looking straight at us, and they're coming this way.

-Will you shut up?

[ Sighs deeply ] There you go. You see?

They're just heading over to Delmonico's.

There ain't nothing to tie us into last night.

Nothing.

-Todd, I'm scared.

-So am I!

So am I, but I ain't gonna go blabbing it all over town.

And you better not either, unless you want the hang.

Now look, we ain't been nowhere.

We ain't seen nothing.

Anything we hear will be news to us,

just like it is to everybody else.

All right, now.

Get back in there and go to work like nothing's happening.

We'll live it like any other dull day

we've lived in this dog hole of a town.

-What if Mark told his pa he was gonna meet us?

-Oh, Mark taking off for good and all,

he wouldn't have told that flinty old man of his nothing.

-Howdy, Mrs. Stonecipher.

-Mr. Hirschbeck.

-Well, I was headed into Dodge,

and, uh, just come by to see if there was anything

I could fetch back for you.

-That's neighborly, Mr. Hirschbeck.

-Pa? -But...

-Watch out, son.

-You didn't need to bother, really.

-Oh, t'ain't no bother.

You know, I figured you being shorthanded and all, I could,

uh, I could pick up anything you needed.

-I do thank you, but there's nothing right now.

-Hirschbeck.

-Good day to you, Ira.

-Uh, how is your well coming?

-Something you came for?

-Just to see if there was anything

I could get for you in town that you needed.

-If I needed anything, I'd go after it my own self.

-Oh, I-I-I know that.

As long as I was going in, I --

-I told you before, we do for ourselves.

-Just trying to be neighborly.

-There's no call. Never been a time

when me and mine needed more than I could provide for 'em.

I never ask no man for nothing.

-Maybe back east folks gotta be asked,

but out here, they don't.

You see a neighbor in need, we do do all we can to help.

-Ira -- -I'm in no need.

-Here you are, the saints protect you.

That's all I got to say.

All right, git!

-Dinner's ready, Ira.

-Mark!

Hi, Mark.

-Pa?

-Why'd you come back, son?

-I...

-I asked you a question, boy.

Found it colder out in the big world than you thought?

-[ Inhales sharply ]

-You had it better at home than you knew, eh?

What's wrong, boy?

-It's nothin'.

-When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.

-[ Labored breathing ] -Nothin', huh?

Come back here bleeding from a gunshot wound

and you call it nothin'?

-[ Grunts ]

-Now, what happened? -It was an accident.

-Don't you lie to me!

The only way a man gets shot in the back is if nobody

will face up to him, or if he's running away from somebody.

-Pa! -You be quiet.

Which was it?

-Mark wouldn't run away from nothing!

-Well?

-[ Breathing heavily ]

-Well, go on. Tell him, Mark.

You wasn't running from nobody. -I told you to be quiet.

I'm waitin'.

-I should have known better than to come back here

looking for help from you.

You never help nobody.

-No, and I never asked for no help, neither.

You, stand there crying.

You, who run away in the middle of the night

because you didn't have the backbone

to stand up in broad daylight and face me.

Is that how you got that bullet wound, too,

crawling around in some back alley?

Well, you ain't coming back here dragging your dirt in our house,

shamin' your ma and your brother,

and blackenin' our good name.

Nobody asked you to go away

and nobody asked you to come back.

-Then you leave me be. I'll do for myself.

-With that?

Is that how you're gonna do for yourself?

-If need be.

-I'll see you dead first.

Give me the gun.

-No.

-Give it to me, or I'll take it.

-That's the only way you're gonna get it.

-Mark!

[ Whirring ]

Mark!

Mark!

-Aah!

-Oh! Aah!

[ Groans ]

[ Thud ] -Uhh!

-What happened?

-It's Mark! -Mark?

-He's dead. -Hush!

-Ira? -I said hush!

-Mark? Mark?

Mark?

[ Dirt and rocks falling ]

Mark?

-[ Panting ]

-Ma?

Help me, Ma.

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[ Fabric rips ]

-It was me he called to. Me.

And I ain't turnin' a deaf ear to my son.

-We'll do it my way.

We'll get Mark out of there our own selves.

We'll tend to his hurts our own selves.

-Mark?

Mark!

Don't you fear now, Mark. We'll get you out.

-All my life I've been doing as you told me, Ira Stonecipher,

but not this time.

-Woman, I don't have to give you reasons for what I say!

-Dale, you ride into town

and fetch Doc Adams. -No!

-Do as I say.

Like it or not, this is one time

you're going to have to take a man's hand in help.

-We can't.

-Pa, maybe just this one time.

-Your brother's got a bullet in him!

A bullet!

You want the whole world to know?

-Mark's been shot?

-Don't know the why of it,

but I got my own thoughts.

But ain't no man going to say bad of us.

-You prideful, sinful man.

Your son lays down there, Lord only knows how hurt,

and you think of what folks will say.

You get!

Fetch the Doc as quick as you can.

Don't you say no to this, Ira, because if you do,

it'll be the last time ever I'll hear it from you.

-You be sure you don't talk to nobody but Doc Adams, yeah?

-Yes, sir.

-It's the right thing, Ira.

You know it's the right thing.

-Just make sure them ties hold.

It's a heavy rope down there.

Mark?

Mark?

You hear me?

-I hear you.

-We're going to throw a line down there.

Tie it to the rope.

-I got it, Pop.

-All right. Tie it off to the rope, son.

-Are you ready, Mark?

-Almost.

It's ready, Ma.

-Pull it up, Vera.

-Oh!

-Ah!

[ Pounding on door ]

-Somethin' wrong there.

[ Pounding on door ]

-Dale, something wrong?

-Howdy, Marshal, Festus.

No, there's nothing wrong. -Now hold on a minute.

-I gotta go, Marshal.

-Well, if you're looking for ol' Doc,

he's over in Spearville.

-I didn't say I was looking for him.

-Then what are you doing up there?

-Marshal please, my pa said...

-What did your pa say?

-Marshal, please, you know what he'll do to me.

-Dale, what's the matter?

-Marshal, my brother fell into our well

and he's hurt real bad.

-And your pa didn't want you telling nobody?

-No, sir. Nobody but Doc.

-Well, did you get him out yet?

-Well, Pa was trying when I left.

-All right, now. Festus, why don't you go saddle

up a couple horses and get some rope?

-Marshal, if Doc ain't here,

what's gonna happen to my brother?

-Now don't worry about it, Dale.

We'll see what we can do. Get your horse.

-Howdy, Bishop.

-Well, what you say, Honker?

-Mind a bit of company?

-Ah, sit.

-[ Whispers ] I just seen the Marshal.

-I see him almost every day.

-With Mark's kid brother. -So?

-So what's he doing with him?

-Well, why don't you ask him?

-You reckon he got word from Spearville?

-Well, if he ain't, he will before long, won't he?

-What are we going to do?

-I already told you that. -Todd...

-Now, you hear me.

Nothing we can do except bide our time.

If we run, people could ask questions.

-There'll still be questions.

Everybody knows that Mark and us hung around together.

-That's the magic word, Honker -- hung.

Take care that don't happen, boy.

Now if anybody ask questions, answer them honest, except one.

Remember this, you're in as deep as me.

-But it wasn't me that done any --

-Shh! Shut up!

Hey, working man?

How about buying a friend a beer, hmm?

Sam!

-Mark, try! Please, try!

-I can't, Mom.

I can't pull it tight enough to hold.

-Oh, just once more Mark, please.

-[ Panting ]

-It's no use, Ma.

-Pull the line up there.

-How much harness do we got in the barn?

We'll tie it together, and I'll go down.

-Not enough. The well's 30, 40 feet deep.

-I'll go to Hirschbeck's and get help.

-Vera.

-You want to see him die?

-No. No, of course not.

Marshal?

Dale's brought the Marshal.

-Thank heavens.

Is Doc Adams coming?

-Doc's out of town.

-Did you get him out yet? -No.

-I'm obliged to you for the rope, Marshal.

-What happened to your hands here?

-There's no need for you to stay, Marshal.

[ Loud explosion ]

[ Dirt and rocks falling ]

-Pa!

-What's the matter, boy?

-I felt the ground shake and dirt started coming down.

I think the well's caving in! -Ira.

-Ed O'Connor, he's dynamitin' tree stumps over that hill.

-We don't get him out of there, that whole thing's liable

to cave in. -No!

-Festus, get over there and stop the dynamite.

-I'm gone. -Now, Mark, don't you worry.

We'll have you out of there in just a minute.

Ira, get a ladder. Give me the rope.

All right. Give me a hand here, Dale.

-[ Shouts indistinctly ]

-Hold on! Take cover!

[ Loud explosion ]

[ Dirt and rocks falling ]

-Whoa! No!

-Mark?

-Son, can you hear me?

-Mark?

Answer me! Please!

-You ready? -All set, Marshal.

-All right. Ira, go give Dale a hand.

Ira!

All right, lower away.

-I'm sorry, Pa, but he made me tell.

-The way things worked out, it's a good thing you did.

-You know, he still doesn't know Mark's been shot.

-Won't be long before he finds out.

[ Dirt and rocks falling ]

-Hold it. That's far enough.

-Hold. -Marshal, can you see him?

-Mark?

-Marshal, what is it?

-Mark?

[ Dirt and rocks falling ]

Mark?

-[ Groans ]

[ Groans ]

-Ah! yah! Whoa!

-What is it? What happened?

-Wall caved in on Mark.

-Stonecipher, why didn't you tell me you was digging?

I could have held back on that dynamiting.

-Matthew?

-Stubborn fool, he won't ask for nothin'.

Could have killed his own boy.

-Mark, can you hear me?

Mark!

-Pa?

Pa?

-He's alive! I can hear him!

Can you hear me, Mark?

-I can hear you.

-Mark?

-I can hear you.

-Mark, it's Marshal Dillon. Now listen to me.

Don't try to move.

-Help me. [ Rocks falling ]

Help me.

[ Whispers ] Please.

-Now, Mark, we're gonna get you out of there.

Now, whatever you do, don't move.

Don't dislodge those stones.

All right, pull me up.

-All right? -Ease 'er up, Dale.

Gonna need little slack now. Back it off.

That's it, bring it on in.

-Marshal?

-Well, he's still alive,

but it's going to be tough getting him out of there.

-What's the matter, Matthew?

-Well, he's pinned under an outcropping of rock.

It deflected the dirt around him

enough so that he wasn't buried alive.

-Then he's all right? We can get him out?

-Well, now, I'm afraid it's not gonna be that easy.

-Why not? -Because half of the south wall

of the well caved in.

The other half is just hanging there by a thread.

We try to move any of that dirt, it could start an avalanche.

And bury him alive.

-There must be something we can do, Marshal.

-We're going to have to dig another shaft here

and tunnel through. -Another shaft?

It took Dale and me 5 days to dig that one.

-Well, we can do it half the time if have some help.

-He'd never last that long.

-No, he's got air down there.

He can last a couple days if he had to.

-He can't.

He'll die if we don't get him out soon.

-What do you mean?

-Marshal, when Mark came back this morning,

he had a bullet wound in his shoulder.

-Bullet wound? What from?

-I don't know, and that's the truth of it.

But I do know he could bleed to death

before we get another shaft dug.

-Not if we get it dug today. -Today?

-Festus, get back to town

and get as many men as you can out here, fast.

-Marshal, the way

I've turned people down in the past, nobody will come.

-Festus, we're going to need picks, shovels, buckets,

lanterns, kerosene...

-Marshal, I ain't got the money for all that.

-Oh, hush. Will you hush? Money.

-We're going to need a couple star drills

and some sledgehammers, and a lot more rope, too.

-I'm on my way. -What can I do, Marshal?

-Well, let's get a couple of shovels

and we'll start digging.

-I'll take care of your hands.

-Now, I want all of you that's stout enough and willing enough

to work till your arms just drop plum off,

I want you to rustle your feathers

and hightail it right off to Stonecipher place, right now.

Now, Newly, why don't you go and get the wagon from Hank

so that we can load it up? Right now, go ahead.

-Yes, sir. I'll be back.

-Louie, Burke, Buddy, you go down to Roy's store

and get us plenty of picks and shovels

and wheelbarrows and buckets,

and we need lanterns... -I just heard.

-All the noise Festus is making, it's no wonder.

-Well, what are you doing standing around here

with your mouths open? Now, get going!

I don't want anybody out there just a-peelin' your eyeballs

or waitin' for free vittles, neither.

Now, go on. Get -- get moving.

Bishop, Honker, what are you doing standing here?

He's your friend.

Get out yonder and help.

-All right, Festus. We're gonna go.

-Shake a leg, then!

Get going!

-What to you mean? We can't go out there.

-Come on, he gave us a choice?

Look, we don't go, if we ain't there right up front

all the time, it's going to look mighty suspicious, ain't it?

Besides, like he said, he's our friend, ain't he?

All right.

-I should be out there helping O'Connor and the Marshal.

-There is no help you will be to them.

-I could at least do something.

I could help the wheelbarrow.

-Dale is doing that.

-Mom, Mr. O'Connor busted open an old cut.

He needs some bandaging for his hand.

-Uh, tell him to come in then.

-No, I'll go out there myself.

-Ira...

accept giving with the same spirit that's offered --

openhanded.

-I'll send him in.

-Think anybody will come?

-Yes.

-You know, Pa ain't been the easiest on folks

since we come here.

-Your pa is a good man. -Yes, ma'am.

-As hard as he has ever been on you or your brother,

he's been hardest on himself. -Ma, I didn't mean --

-Before either of you ever lend him a slightest hand,

he did for himself.

He never asked no man for a favor.

-Ma... [ Sighs ]

Look, don't defend him to me.

Please, there -- there ain't no need.

I love him, same as you.

-Go in the house

and have the Missus take a look at that hand.

-Oh, it ain't that bad, Ira.

-I don't want you...

Don't want you stoving yourself up with all the work

we got ahead of us.

-Ira...

why don't you take a rope

and measure the distance between these two holes, here?

Then we'll know how much of a tunnel we gotta dig.

-Sure thing.

-Whoa! Whoa!

Turn it all out. -Jenny...

-[ Speaking indistinctly ] Hurry it up!

Come on, Burt! Hurry it up there.

Get everything right over here where it'll be handy.

Come on, Halligan. Bring that wheelbarrow in here.

Matthew, we got enough fellers to dig clean to China.

-Oh, Festus, that's mighty good.

-And there's plenty more of them willing to come, too,

if we need be. -All right.

Well, now, the rest of you fellas

needn't get too close here.

We only have two digging in the shaft at one time.

You want to come down here and do some digging?

-Oh, of course! -All right.

-Yeah, you betcha. Honker? Honker, come on over here.

Let's you and me show them how to do it.

You want to? -Yes, sir.

-Come on.

Grab your best shovel there and jump in the hole.

-You, uh, talked to Mark much? -Be right there with you.

-Is he all right?

-Well, he's hurt pretty bad.

-Sure hope we get to him in time.

-Hey, some of you fellas,

get some of this dirt moved away from the shaft here, will you?

Just pile it right over here.

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[ Dirt and rocks falling ]

♪

-Ed, get some boards and make a walk for the wheelbarrows

there, will ya? It's getting awful muddy.

-Oh, sure, Marshal.

-Lathrop, tell the boys

to start piling that dirt on the other side, will you?

It's getting too close to the well.

-Sure, Marshal.

-Marshal, there must be something that I can do.

-Ira, I understand how you feel, but we got plenty of help.

-Yeah.

-Ira...

we're gonna get him out.

-Come on up with it.

Come on up.

Hold 'er right there.

All right. Take 'er down. Take 'er down.

-Here, this dirt's holding a lot of moisture, ain't it?

Huh?

-You know, if I didn't know better,

I'd think you was really working to get him out of there.

-You want to make it look like he was.

-Didn't mean for you to kill yourself.

-We can't do nothing with all these people around here.

-Maybe not,

but we can make sure he's dead before we leave.

-Yeah? And how are you going do that?

crawl down there and -- and shoot him again?

-Honker, get over here with that wheelbarrow.

There's a load waiting for you. Hurry it up there.

[ Crickets chirping ]

-Thank you, sir.

-No, sir, thank you.

-How far down they going, Lathrop?

-They're down more than 30 feet.

Started tunneling, they did.

-Lathrop, will you get that bucket back here?

We ain't got all night.

-Ain't a soul that believed it could be done.

-Well, they had a lot of men digging down there since noon.

-I'm talking about me.

-You?

-You know it's been near 14 hours,

and I ain't even smelled a cork.

-Take it away, Festus. -All right.

Haul that bucket up!

Take it on up.

Hurry it up.

Hold it right there.

Sam, why don't you and Halligan come on up now,

take a little breather?

Come on. -All right.

-Charlie, pull that ladder up there.

Let's put a fresh one on it, will you?

Just pull 'er on up there.

-How is it looking down there, Sam?

-That tunnel is gonna be a pretty tight squeeze, Festus.

-Just don't you worry about it now.

-Festus?

-Sam, go over yonder and get yourself something to eat now

and take a little spell.

You, too, Mr. Halligan.

Who's going down there with you, Lathrop?

-I'll go. Been waiting my turn all night.

-Well, watch it, Bishop! Slow down there!

What the...

-Will, Matthew and me'll be down there to spell you.

-All right, Festus.

-Don't go too hard and too fast.

Be easy, now. Be easy.

[ Thud ] -[ Grunts ]

-Hey, Festus, look. Look at Honker over there.

-What's the matter with him?

-Honker? -You all right, Honker?

-What's the matter with you?

You -- you look like you're tuckered plumb out.

-No, Festus, I-I'm all right. I'm all right.

-Well, Dale, take him over yonder

and get him something to eat.

And set him down and let him rest for a while.

-Right away. -No, no need.

-Now, come on, Honker. There's some good beans

and meat cooking over there. Come on.

-There's plenty of good vittles over there,

and you'll get a chance to get your breath and everything.

We got all the help we can use right now, we have.

Go on. -Come on.

-Get on over there. Hurry it up.

Burke! -Yeah?

-Come over here and get ahold of this wheelbarrow.

-Keep away from the edge!

All right, somebody get some kerosene for these lamps.

-Why don't you sit down right here, Honker.

-Dale, fetch some clean plates.

-Yeah, right away, Ma. And Honker here needs some grub.

All right?

-Ma'am, I-I ain't really hungry.

-You're the boy from the general store?

Mark's friend?

-Yes, Ma'am.

-I do thank you for your goodness in helping.

-Well, I ain't doing all that much.

-More than you'll ever know. God bless you.

-Well, it can't be much further, can it, Matthew?

-Well, the tunnel ought to be about half way done by now.

How's it going down there, Lathrop?

-Uh, another 6 foot or so.

It's getting awful muddy down there.

-More than it was before?

-Well, I'd say so.

-Where's Bishop at?

-Well he's tunneling away down there like a regular mole.

Said he wasn't even tired.

Smell something good over here.

-They got plenty of vittles.

Go on over there and take yourself a rest

and eat something.

-Bishop, come on out of there.

-I'll stay a while longer.

-Nah, come on out. You need some rest.

We'll spell you a while.

-I ain't dying, Marshal. I don't mind.

-Bishop, come on out.

-Whew.

-The water sure is seeping in fast, Matthew.

-Yeah, and that hole Ira is digging is bone dry.

There you go.

-I'm telling you, Marshal, I'm good for hours yet.

-Well, that's all right. Thanks a lot.

You go on and get some air now. We'll call you later.

-Never knowed that young'un to work that hard before.

Have you?

-Well, I guess he's a friend of Mark's, isn't he?

-Yeah, him and that Honker feller is.

Matthew, let me know when you get tired, and I'll spell you.

-All right, Festus.

-All right, haul 'er away now!

Get some more buckets down here quick as you can,

all you can get a hold of!

[ Water sloshing ]

Matthew, how's it coming in there?

-Slow. Very slow, Festus.

-Well, speed her up if you can because this here wall

is a-bleeding awful bad.

Hurry up! Get them buckets down here!

All right, hurry it up! Get them buckets down here!

Hurry it up!

Come on down with it!

All right, take it up. Take it up.

Get 'em on down here, now.

Give me as many as you can.

Matthew, I'm just a-barely keeping up with her.

Hurry as much as you can.

Seeps in much faster, I ain't going to be handle it.

Get 'em down here.

Hurry up with them buckets. Hurry it up.

Take it up.

-Why couldn't they have hit that water sooner?

-Let's get out here. -And go where?

No, there's only one chance we got,

and that's Mark being dead.

If that Marshal had just left me there in the tunnel...

-What are we gonna do? -Know any way to get that water

to come in faster?

-It won't be but half an hour before they get down

to where Mark is.

♪

-Help, help!

Aah!

I'm sorry, Mr. Stonecipher. Truly, I am.

-If that is closed off, they couldn't get air down there.

You -- you -- you... -Ira, stop!

Stop it, Ira! Stop it!

-Move the wheelbarrow alone. It was my fault.

-Mark! Mark!

-Ow, my ankle. [ Exhales sharply ]

Mrs. Stonecipher, I'm sorry.

Truly, I am. -Get up!

-Ira stop!

There's still hope, Ira.

There's still hope.

-I sure hope he's got enough air down there.

-Marshal is gonna be breaking through any minute now.

-And just as well that he does,

before the water gets any higher.

-Rope over there.

-Doc, been wondering what'd happened to you.

-Well, I been in Spearville.

A man got shot over there in the leg.

How is it going there? -Not so good, sir.

The rescue shaft's filling up with water.

-Haul it up. Need some more!

Right, take 'er on up.

Need some more.

Take 'er on up.

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

-Festus, I've broken through!

-Matthew's broke through!

-Matthew broke through! -Marshal broke through!

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Matthew? Come on. Come on.

We're sure filling it up fast.

Hurry it up, Matthew.

Get him up here when I can help ya.

-[ Grunting ]

-Let me get ahold of him, right there.

Come on. Here. Here.

-Mark, are you all right?

-All right.

Get that line down to me here.

Come right on down with it.

[ Groans ] You just hold him there, Matthew.

I'll get this line on him. -All right.

-I didn't kill him, Marshal. Honest.

You gotta believe me. -Kill who?

What are you talking about?

-The storekeeper in Spearville.

The storekeeper.

-All right. Haul him up slow now.

Come on, men.

[ Rattling ]

Easy.

-[ Groaning ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Somebody get some supplies.

Burke, get supplies here, will ya?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Hold it there. Hold it.

-Hold it! Give it some slack now.

-Hold on. -Just a little higher.

Just a little more.

-Give him some slack. -Give him some slack. Come on.

-Right there.

-All right, now. Everybody take a step back here.

-Get back. Just give him some air to breathe.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Doc, he kept mumbling something

about killing a storekeeper in Spearville.

Do you know about it? -Yeah, Amos Gosset.

I took a bullet out of him yesterday afternoon.

He's gonna live, though. He'll be all right.

-Well, did he say who did it

- Yeah, he said three boys came in to rob the store.

And he got a good look at the one that shot him, too.

-Aah! -Uhh!

-Boys... -Let go of me!

Let go!

What's the matter with you?!

-It's all over, Todd!

We're caught.

And we're gonna face up to what we done.

-They ain't gonna hang me, you hear!

They ain't gonna hang me!

-No, I don't think they will, son.

But they'll give a long time to think about what you did.

Festus, get the horses.

-What I'm trying to tell you, Doc,

is if a feller went to work

and made hisself a pair o' britches

out of a pair of old chaps,

then he wouldn't have to wear chaps no more

'cause he done has chaps all the way around.

-Wait a minute. Wait.

-Don't you see what I mean. -Wait a minute!

-I am positive that an idea as silly as that

has been thought of before by some other pinhead.

But there is a very good reason why it's never been done.

-Well, the onliest reason that it ain't never been did,

'cause nobody's never came along was smart enough to did it then.

-All right. All right. -Oh, what?

-You -- you go ahead and make yourself a pair of pants

outta Matt's old chaps.

But when you get 'em finished, call me.

I want to see what... [ Laughs ] -I'll call you.

-Been looking for you, Marshal. -Hello, Mark.

-Me and Pa just got in from Hays.

The judge up there, he gave me 2 years suspended time.

-That's what I heard.

-Well, I just want to thank you for all you did for me, Marshal.

-Well, you did all right for yourself,

according to that storekeeper in Spearville.

-Yeah. Well...still and all,

I'm thanking you for that letter you wrote.

It went a long way in getting me a second chance.

I'm truly obliged.

-Good luck to you, Mark.

-Festus. Doc. -Mark.

-You know, Marshal, me and Pa's got a second chance, too.

Seems that...

Well, you got my word, Marshal, on both accounts.

I ain't lettin' down.

-Just makes you feel good all over, don't it?

-Yeah.

-Does it make you feel good enough

that you could take down to Longbranch, buy us a beer?

-Oh. Yeah, Doc.

But the truth is, you see, I'm busted.

Now, if you could see your way clear

to loan me a dollar or two, why...

-Don't look at me, Doc. You walked right into that one.

-[ Sniffs ]

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