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[ Gunshot ]

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

-Oh, that was the year that Mark ran out in the street

in his long johns wavin' two six shooters at Sam Walker.

[ Laughter ]

I don't know whether Sam was more impressed

with the six shooters or the long johns,

but he sure gave up quick.

Well.

Folks, you know, uh,

Mark's been your sheriff here for 35 years.

Took a town a rattler wouldn't live in,

and he made a community out of it.

-That's right. -He sure did.

-Back east, they write books about him, call him a legend.

Well, I guess, anymore talk would be embarrassing to Mark.

He, uh, he never was one for talk,

unless it was his tongue doin' the waggin', anyway.

Well, I guess, it's about time he had a chance.

Don't you think so?

Mark, come on up here.

-Well, old age brings certain rewards...

I'm trying to think of just one.

My, my, all this talk, love and respect.

You'd think this was my wake and not my retirement.

Fine specimen of manhood, ain't he, Matt Dillon?

My deputy once, 15, 16 years ago.

Whatever brought you down to Texas, Matt?

Kansas not treating you so good?

-Well, Mark,

I, uh, I'll tell ya the fishing wasn't too good up that way.

I thought I'd come down to see how you were doin'.

-Not much to say, for once.

I'm a happy man.

And I'm thankin' you all.

Well, I don't know what's kept me from drinkin' so long.

-Well, now. Wait a minute, Mark.

Not quite so fast here.

Now, the folks in town, kinda, figured you, uh,

you might not look just right unless you wearin' a badge,

even after you're retired.

So they, well, they --

they wanted to give you this.

-Gold badge.

-And I want you to know that I've been assured

that it's solid gold.

As a matter of fact, the assayer

asked me to pass on a very important piece of information.

He said to tell ya that when you pin it to your vest,

you shouldn't wear it too long at any one time

because the weight of it's liable

to make you stoop-shouldered.

[ Laughter ]

-Somebody go out and waylay a couple of prospectors

or something? -Speech!

-Come on, speech!

-Mark, don't look like you can get out of this one.

-Well...

There's things a man marks down in life.

This sure is one of them.

Not too sure you folks are treating me so fair,

giving me another badge.

Puts me on good behavior, kind of.

I've been lookin' forward to joining

that Saturday night mayhem

I've been trying to put a stop to all these years.

I know enough tricks to stay out of the law's way.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Coughing ]

-Mark, do you know who they were?

-D-- Deevers.

I recognized one.

They're called Deevers.

I arrested him 5 years ago.

I heard he just got out.

-All right. Now you just rest easy.

We'll get a doctor for you.

-No, no.

Matt, it's no use.

Real proud.

I got no next of kin, Matt.

Never thought about it much.

But maybe you'll be the closest thing.

-Sure, Mark. Be proud.

[ Theme music playing ]

[ Insect buzzing ]

-Ay!

-Hey, gordo!

No me sorprende.

-Hay mas para comer, verdad?

-Mas tengo, quedar de comer.

-Ah, chula. Salud.

[ Hoofbeats ]

Hey, señor.

-Buenas dias. -Buenas dias.

Corporal Antonio Fuentes, at your service, señor.

-My name is Matt Dillon.

I'm United States Marshal over in Dodge City.

-Oh, Marshal.

Then you are here on business.

-Yes, I've got fugitive warrants for four men.

This is one of 'em here. -Oh.

Americanos, they would not be here.

San Ancoña, yes. Or perhaps Villa Carloso.

Nothing for them here.

-Well, these men aren't lookin' for border fun,

they're ridin' hard.

One of 'em was carrying a bullet.

I figured they may have gone by here sometime before dawn.

-During the night?

I am in the world of the dead

when I sleep. Sorry.

-Antonio, oi caballos pasando aqui en la noche.

-If, uh, a leaf drops, my wife, she hears it hit the ground.

She never sleeps, never.

Pues, para donde fueron?

-[Speaking Spanish]

-She thinks she does hear riders going to the hills,

in the night it was.

-Uh-huh.

Well, thank you. Much obliged.

-Oh, I will write a paper to tell the rurales.

-Oh, I've already done that. I sent a telegram.

-Oh! Oh, well, uh, would you like some tortillas and beans?

-Well, thanks, but I'd better be going.

-Oh, well, uh, I will write a paper anyway.

To tell them you came by here.

And so they will know I'm alive.

-Vaya con Dios, hey, Marshal.

-Thank you.

-How does it look, Emilio?

-Oh, it's going to get better.

-We really retired that sheriff.

We retired him good.

We took care of him nice and easy.

-Did you see his face?

He knew he was gonna get it.

-Nice and easy.

I'm thinkin' we were crazy to go ridin' in there.

-Well, the bank in Acension, that was crazy too, no?

But there was profit.

Sometime you win, sometime you lose.

-We owed Deevers.

He wanted handlin' and we owed him.

Scenery ain't that interestin'.

-Oh, sometimes it's good to be careful, you know?

-Three days and three nights he's had us on a leash.

But he's gone now.

We lost him last night.

He done his duty, and he's gone home.

-You know, I have a dog once, he wouldn't give up.

He tracked a cougar for a whole week.

Finally he caught him.

And you know something?

That cougar ate him.

[ Laughing ]

-What is it, Deevers?

-Nothin' sayin' it's him.

-Deevers?

-God, it looks just like a ghost.

-Prospector.

-Could be a prospector.

-Let's watch him for a minute.

If he stays east, heads towards Saladero,

then we call him a prospector.

But if he cuts off...

-So, now we know.

-Let's ride.

-Why don't we stay here and wait for him?

-You know, we'd be a day ahead of him instead of an hour,

if you could climb into that saddle and just hold on.

-Wasn't my fault I took a slug.

-Pick up supplies at Los Antende and head south.

-There's nothin' south of Los Antende.

-Well, I thought maybe Jose Santillo

or maybe one of his men might like to own that horse

that the law man is riding.

-We've got four guns to his one,

so why don't we just stay here and catch him when he comes up?

-I'm gonna tell you one more time.

A dead badge in these parts

and you got rurales talking to every American

comes down this way.

Am I right? -That's right.

-All right, so we ride, huh?

Climb into that saddle, then.

-I need 5 minutes.

[ Groaning ]

-Why don't you go on ahead?

-Where are they going?

-We'll catch up with them later.

-Deevers, I'll ride.

Look, I'll keep up.

I can ride, Deevers.

Deevers, please!

-I must say this again.

I have never been tracked like this before.

He's fantastic.

-He hung on, all right.

-My respect goes to him.

We go here, he follow.

We go there, he still follows.

It's impossible to lose him, you know?

-News travels fast down here.

They already know about Sheriff Handlin.

-Yeah, it's too bad we're going into the waste

without one night's rest, you know?

-Oh, we'll rest when we get to the coast.

-Supposing he sticks with us.

-Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

He'd be takin' on supplies here, too.

Waterin' his horse.

Emilio, come here.

Listen.

What'd happen in a town like this if you got a couple

of rumors started like,

the man following us was Handlin's killer?

-Ah, si. -Ah.

-Many would think of a reward.

-Uh-huh. Yeah. Come on.

-There is a man in this town.

-Well, get goin'.

-Looks real restful.

Wanted, dead or alive, one badge.

-You're never really funny, Bates.

Shut up.

-Now, in a short time, a big bandito's coming to this town.

He not only kill Sheriff Handlin,

but he murdered a Mexican family on the boarder.

He's very bad, this man.

Many rewards are going to be offered.

-Well, let's go.

-But don't -- don't you think one of should stay,

just to be sure, to watch, you know?

-I'll tell you what. You got an hour.

Now, we'll be waitin' outside of town,

if you're not there, then you make it alone.

-But just 1 hour?

Ay chihuahua.

[ Shouting in Spanish ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

-Buenas tardes.

-Buenas tardes, señor.

-Hey, I'm, uh, lookin' for three men.

Might have passed by here a few hours ago.

This is one of 'em here.

-No, señor. No lo he visto.

-Well, all right.

Could you feed and water my horse for me?

Gracias.

-Muchachos! Muchachos! Este es el asesino.

-You see? He's a very bad man, huh?

-Why do you harm this man?

-We have learned Padre,

that this man has killed many perhaps.

-And so you kill?

Is it not enough he's unconscious, can be tied.

He's alive.

Be thankful.

[ Matt groans ]

I'm glad you're well, Señor.

-Padre.

Well, uh,

I'm not sure "well" is exactly the right word.

I've sure felt better in my time.

-I mean, I am glad you are alive.

Another minute or two in the street and...

-Was it you that stopped 'em?

-A woman ran to tell me

that an American had been attacked by our people.

I came as quickly as I could.

-I'm sure grateful to you, Padre.

Why were they after me?

-Someone told them you were a very evil man.

That you killed a sheriff in the United States.

And that you also murdered the whole family

of Mexican farmers. -I see.

Well, now it's makin' a little sense to me.

-But who could say such a thing about you?

-Well, it's the man I'm after, Padre.

He'd say anything to save his skin.

He's the one that killed this sheriff.

This is his picture here.

-Hmm. I know his face.

-You've seen him before?

-A few years ago.

He used to come through here often.

-Maybe, uh, about 5 years ago?

-How do you know that?

-Well, he's been in prison, you see.

Sheriff Handlin is the man that sent him to prison.

And he killed the sheriff for revenge.

-Hm, I see.

-Do you have any idea where they might be headed,

Padre?

-There is a girl at the mission San Pablo.

A few days south from here.

Maybe she is still there.

-Thank you, Padre.

Thank you for everything.

-You're not going after these men, now?

-I've got too, Padre.

The longer I stay here, the more of a head start he's got on me.

-But you are in no condition.

-Padre,

Sheriff Handlin taught me everything I know about the law.

More than that, he was -- he was my good friend.

I'm gonna get the man that killed him.

Thank you, again. -Adios.

Vaya con Dios, amigo.

[ Horse whinnying ]

-Deevers.

Deevers!

Bates.

-Hold it. [ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshots ]

-Hey. Hey, how many lives you got?

Hey, amigo. -Where were you headed for?

San Pablo? -He used us.

He knew you were coming, huh?

-Where were you headed? Can you tell me?

-Anywhere.

Anywhere to lose you.

You kill him. You find him and you kill him.

Amigo...

-Jose. Jose Santillo.

-My old amigo...

Mel Deevers.

-Yeah.

Well, I was hoping I'd run into you.

-Of course. Of course.

-Oiga, Jefe.

Porque no lo matamos y nos quedamos con el caballito.

-What'd he say?

-He wants to kill you.

He is a new man.

You have money?

-Yeah, I got a few dollars. Eating money, you know.

-Que estamos esperando, Jefe.

Porque no lo matamos.

-Seguro, Jefe. De una vez.

-What'd they say?

-Everybody wants to kill you.

Come here.

I'm sure we can think of a good reason to tell them no.

-Sure.

That's all I've got.

-It is not very much.

-You spend much in San Pablo.

-Well, I keep my money in San Pablo.

-Never have I seen you when you are taking it there.

-No?

Hey, well I, you know, I don't get around this way too often.

-Well, sometimes, I think, maybe,

Maybe you don't trust me?

-Oh, Jose, no, that's not true.

In fact, you know, I was thinking,

maybe you and me could do a little business together.

-The man following you?

-Yeah, I'd figure you know about him by now.

-Who is he?

Who is he, this man?

-He's a Marshal.

He's a U.S. Marshal.

He's from up above the border.

-[Speaking Spanish]

-Si! Now, that will be interesting.

How much money do you pay?

-Oh, a man like that, he'd be worth at least, uh, $50.

-Kill him.

-No, it's worth, uh, $100.

-Hundred dollars is a lot of money, that is true.

That is true.

-That's a lot of money.

-But for your life, señor,

$100 doesn't seem like very much.

-Two -- two hundred.

-We are good friends, amigo, very good friends.

It's bad manners for good friends

to haggle over the money.

Three hundred dollars.

-Three hundred?

Yeah, 300.

-Oh, we will take this man off your back.

-And I'll meet you in San Pablo with a bottle of mezcal.

-I will buy the mezcal, with pleasure.

Los otros cobrimos la pasada.

Aqui lo esperamos.

-Muy bien.

-Hey, Deevers, you will not fool Santillo.

You have this much money?

Amigo?

-Well it wouldn't do to lie to you, amigo.

-I like doing business with a man of wisdom.

-Yeah.

-Patience is the companion of wisdom.

-[Speaking Spanish]

-Amigo!

My friend wonders,

maybe you make the mistake, this is your horse.

You have papers or something?

Maybe a -- a paper says he is your horse?

The horse has a name?

Call him by his name.

Well, maybe it is your horse, it could be.

We just want to be sure it's not somebody else's.

We want to be fair, do the right thing.

All right.

We will say it is your horse.

It is done.

[ Shouting, gunshots ]

[ Speaking Spanish ]

-There is a better way.

He's already killed three of our men.

You take another man.

Go around the bend.

I will pretend to to let him go.

Amigo, don't shoot.

We mean no harm.

It's a big mistake.

-All right, throw you gun down.

-I am thankful we did not hurt you.

Do not shoot.

But we made the mistake, Señor.

We thought you someone else.

We made the mistake.

This place is full with banditos.

-Is that a fact?

-Oh, si, Señor.

Full with banditos.

You can go now.

We did not know you wore the badge.

We say adios.

You go now, yes?

-Not quite so fast, you come over here first.

-As you wish, señor.

-Now, you tell your friends to come out

from behind those rocks. -My friends?

I see no friends.

-We're wasting time, amigo.

-They've all gone home, believe me.

You -- you chase them back with their wives.

They are all family men.

-I want you to tell them to mount up

and ride out of here, right now.

-Bueno. We fool no more, huh?

[ Speaking Spanish ]

-All right.

Now, you're going to ride along with me a few miles,

just to make sure they don't drygulch me.

-You do not shoot Santillo?

-Well, you're a family man, aren't ya?

-Oh, si, señor, I am, I am.

I -- I have 11 children.

They would miss their papa.

-I'd bet they would.

-Si.

Eleven children, señor.

[ Woman speaking Spanish ]

-Juanita.

[ Continuing in Spanish ]

Hey, Juanita!

What do you got there?

-Sunshine.

Sunshine for my Deevers.

-Well, I got moonshine.

-Hmm.

-Let's go.

-Tonight, I cook a meal for you like you haven't eaten

since you last in San Pablo.

-Ah.

-This time, you stay longer?

-Juanita, you know that every time I come down here,

it's to stay forever.

-But every time too soon, you have to go back north.

-Well, maybe this time it might be different.

-Guillermo wanted me to go to Saladero with him.

I'm glad I said no.

-What are you gonna do in Saladero?

-Guillermo said he would marry me,

buy me a big house, you know.

-Buy you a big house? Now, is that what you want?

-Mm-hmm. -A big house, little girl?

-Yeah. -You come with me.

-I'll give you a big house.

-What's wrong?

[ Bells tolling ]

-Hold it right there, Deevers.

-No violence, please. -You can't touch me here.

-This man's a murderer, Padre.

-Give me your gun. -No, the gun stays where it is.

-There will be no violence here.

No one man against another.

No guns.

-Well, you better tell him that.

-The church provides sanctuary.

You keep the place of the sacraments holy.

If you seek that sanctuary, you will give me the gun.

-Padre, I'm United States Marshal,

I've been tracking this man for days.

I want you to give him to me.

-This man has sanctuary.

You cannot take him.

-How long do you think you can keep this up, Deevers?

-Just long enough so I don't hang.

-Don't count on it.

I'll be waitin'.

Sorry about this, Padre.

-Hey, amigo.

Mmm.

I forgot to tell you that we were coming here

to San Pablo, too.

-By golly, I guess you did, didn't you?

-We come on a little business with a friend.

Seferino, la pistola.

-Santillo.

-Hello, Deevers.

-You forgot to kill him.

-He does not kill so easy.

We do our best, believe me.

You can ask no more than a man's best.

-Well -- well, kill him now then.

-Here in San Pablo?

In front of the church?

That would a -- a bad thing.

Never again would I have the good luck.

The money.

-Kill him.

-I think if you keep your money,

you will no longer be my friend.

You had it on you all the time, huh?

El lo ha tenido el dinero todo el tiempo.

You are clever like the fox, hey, amigo.

-Well, that's, uh, going to buy me a ticket out of here.

I'm leaving with you.

-What do you say to that, amigo?

-I'll be after him and you too.

-Oh, I am happy not to have to fight with you again.

-What are you saying?

-Three of my men have been killed fighting for you.

This will help dry the tears of those who mourn them.

-All right, now, Santillo, I've got more money.

I'll get you more money.

Just take me with you.

-I'll tell you something, amigo.

Come.

This man will follow you forever.

I am glad I am not you.

-Get on your feet, Deevers.

It's a long way back, but you're goin' all the way.

-I just wished I coulda been down yonder with you,

Matthew, 'cause I could have saved you -- Much obliged, Sam.

'Cause I could've saved you a whole heap

of miserables and sufferin'.

-Miserables and sufferin'?

-That's what I said.

-Well, I don't -- How could you have done that?

-Well, because I talk Mexican.

Well, I'da had me a understandin' with them folks

afore he coulda said, "A rat run over the roof of the house

with a piece of raw liver in his mouth."

I could have probably even

had them bring Deevers right into to ya.

-Well, I didn't know that you talked Mexican.

I didn't know.

-Neither did I, Festus.

-Let me hear you say somethin' in Mexican.

Go on, say somethin'.

-Well, say anything. Just say something.

-Well, uh...

Mi sombrero es rojo.

-And, uh, what does that mean?

-It means my hat is red.

-Well, now, I think would had been helpful.

-There you are standing there with your red hat in your hand,

Matt's getting himself beat to a pulp.

And I suppose that you probably can very fluently count up,

to maybe, as far as two or three.

-Well.

-Silencio.

Tomate la cerveza.

Si no, afuera.

Antes que yo cuente a tres.

Uno, dos...

-What's that mean, Miss Kitty?

-It means that if you don't keep quiet and drink your beer,

I'm gonna throw you out of here before I count to three.

-Well, now that's the best idea I've heard yet.

And if you can silencio, I'll buy the next round!

Is that a fair deal?

-That's fair enough, don't you think so, Festus?

-Bueno. -Esta bueno.

-Mucho gracias...

you ornery old scudder, you.

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

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