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

[ Wind whistling ]

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[ Horse whinnying softly ]

-Josh?

How are you?

-Fit.

Except for that.

Cut it off up there.

-I'm glad you came back to Dodge.

-You're a liar, Deputy.

-She's still here, Josh.

Why don't you go on home?

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[ Wind whistling ]

-Sarah Jean?

-Sarah Jean?

[ Gun clatters down ]

-Papa?

Oh, Papa!

[ Gasps ]

Oh...

[ Crying ]

-Just like your mother's.

All nice and shiny.

-Oh...

It's so good to have you home.

-Where's your man? You --

You wrote me and told me you got married.

-I didn't want you to know.

He ran away.

-Well, he must have been a fool.

How you been getting along?

How you been keeping yourself?

-I took a job working for Miss Kitty

over at the Long Branch.

-You're a saloon woman?

-Oh!

Don't say it like that, Papa.

-I just wanted you to grow up decent and proper, is all.

-I am decent.

-[ Exhales ]

-Oh, Papa.

-I know you are, honey.

I know you are.

When I get --

Just takes getting used to.

It was just a scratch until it all got festered.

-[ Exhales ]

Remember, Papa? -Mm-hmm.

You was just a weed high when I gave it to you.

Place don't seem the same without your mother.

It seems they got a rule against letting a man out of prison

to see his wife buried.

-Last thing she said before she died, she said,

"Take good care of your papa when he comes home."

That's just what I'm gonna do.

How about something to eat for a start?

You must be hungry.

-Coffee.

Fix me a cup of good, hot coffee.

-[ Chuckles ]

All right, Papa.

[ Cranking ]

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-[ Man laughing ]

Yeah, burn! Yeah, burn, burn!

Dirt scratchers are burning.

[ Laughing maniacally ]

Just, uh, ashes and smoke.

Ooh, yeah, ashes and smoke.

Get rid of dirt scratchers.

You will soon!

This here is Coly Remick!

Burn! Burn!

[ Three gunshots ]

[ Click ]

-Thank you.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Laughter ]

-You know how I knew you was gonna go that-a-way?

Forty years,

and you still bite on the same trap!

[ Laughs ]

-Jed, will you just play?

-[ Laughing ]

You know, that reminds me an article

I read here in the bulletin

about an old boy up in Hayes City.

Why, he --

-Cal.

You still look the same -- mean and ornery.

Jed, how are you?

-Josh Stryker.

-You still over at the Feed and Grain?

-Well, I sold out a couple of years ago.

I got a little old to be totin' those feedbags.

-No such thing as a man getting too old to do a job

he set his life to.

Even if he has to give something.

-Mr. Stryker, how about a drink?

What will it be, sir?

-Well, now, Sam, it hasn't been so long you forgot, has it?

Set up one for Cal and Jed and these boys here.

-Yes, sir. -Thank you.

-Still got a tight hold on you, huh, Louie?

-Sam, pour Louie one.

-Yes, sir.

-Miss Russell, Dr. Adams.

-Josh. -Hi, Mr. Stryker.

-Can I buy you a drink?

-No, thanks.

-I'm having coffee, Josh, thank you.

-I want to thank you for giving Sarah Jean a job

in this place of yours.

-Sarah Jean is a very good 21 dealer, Mr. Stryker.

-[ Chuckles ]

[ Chuckles ]

You know what I was just thinking about?

-No, I don't.

-[ Chuckles nervously ] What were you thinking about, Josh?

-I was thinking about the night them Grady boys

busted into your place all liquored up

and loaded for bear.

-[ Laughs ]

Yes, uh, I sure do remember that night.

[ Laughs ]

You know, they almost tore the roof off!

[ Laughing ]

You walked right in there, looked them right in the eye!

Never said a word.

And they started dropping their gun belts.

[ Laughing ]

[ All laughing ]

-And then the trouble you had cartin' them off to jail.

[ Laughter continues ]

-One would fall down, you'd get him on his feet.

Boom, down would go the other.

[ Laughter continues ]

-Yeah, and then big old Grady fell right in the horse trough.

Looked like a big, wet pig too drunk to move.

[ Laughter continues ]

-Took about 2,000 of us

to pull that big old sow out of that trough!

[ Laughter echoing ]

-It was like pulling a full-grown bull

out of a sump hole is what it was.

[ Echoing laughter ]

-Of course, everybody remembers Coly Remick.

[ Laughter stops ]

-Ah.

-That night,

when I caught up with him out at the Wilson place,

it was too late for me to do anything about Jim, Elly.

Them two little kids inside that burning house.

Remick is standing outside

watching it burn, laughing.

Laughing like a man gone crazy.

No matter how it's been told, if he hadn't tried to escape,

I wouldn't have killed him.

And you two know me better than anybody ever has.

You believe I would shoot on an unarmed man?

Jed?

-Well, I don't know, I...

-Well, do you?

-I don't know, Josh!

It just isn't clear.

I'm like the folks at the trial.

Then Marshal Dillon got on the stand and he said that --

-My deputy told it different than it was.

-Josh!

That was fifteen years ago.

Don't you think it ought to be dead and buried by now?

-You talk like my deputy, Dillon.

All I want is to clear my name.

Maybe that's all I'm asking of this town.

-Don't try to clear your name

by draggin' Matt's through the mud.

-Only two men know what happened out there

that night, me and the deputy.

Matt Dillon's story on that witness stand

took 15 years off my life,

and this arm by a prison butcher that called himself a doctor.

-Are you gonna blame him for that, too?

Your inference is plain enough.

You're inferring that Matt lied on that stand.

Josh, there's not a man, woman or child in this town

that would believe that Matt Dillon

would lie under oath.

-Only if he wanted something bad enough.

-What do you mean by that?

-A U.S. Marshals badge.

-You know, in some twisted kind of a way,

I think you really believe that.

Josh, I went out there myself that night.

I examined Remick.

There were three bullet holes in him,

and one would have killed him.

-When a prisoner is escaping,

a man don't count how many times he shoots.

-All right, wait a minute.

Everyone knows that Jim and Elly Wilson

were your closest friends.

And you hated Remick for what he did to them and the kids.

Now, isn't it just possible that you took it upon yourself

to save the court a lot of trouble

and execute him yourself?

-[ Screams ]

[ Patrons clamoring ]

-Well, there you are, Josh.

In one blind moment of rage,

you'd kill a man.

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[ Wind whistling ]

[ Door closes ]

-What you two doing here in Dodge?

-We got an idea you're gonna like, Stryker.

But first things, as they say, is hotel and eating money.

We need a stake real bad.

-A stake for what?

-Just bed and grub is all.

If you got 10, maybe 20 spare dollars you can spare,

well, we'd appreciate it.

-You came all the way down from Lansing Prison

for a handout, did you?

-[ Chuckles ] Not exactly.

We could use some cash monies,

being as we didn't have no money-paying job

in that prison like you did.

Well, you must have made more than $500

bossing that prison rail gang.

Well, it was while we was working that prison rail gang,

Josh, listening to you jawin' with that old man

who ran the baggage car.

The one that knew you from the old days

when you were wearing a badge and all.

Now, Jessup and me figure that that old man

could hardly turn you down if you were to, say, uh,

turn up at Abilene and not have the fare to Fort Hayes,

where you had a job waiting for you or something.

-I ride the baggage car and let you two on, is that it?

-[ Laughing ]

We found out something, Joshua Stryker.

Payroll comes into Fort Hayes end of every month.

That's last of this week.

-No.

I ain't got but one thing on my mind here in Dodge.

-Marshal.

Are you still bad-mouthing that Dodge City marshal?

"Dillon sent me up, Dillon took my badge away."

Well, all right, Josh, then just forget it!

-Reager and I will take care of Dillon.

Throw it in as part of the deal.

-We'll take care of Dillon

and throw it in as part of the deal?!

-Evening, Missy.

[ Door opens ]

-Good seeing you again, Josh.

-Who were those men, Papa?

-Just men I've known in the past.

-In prison.

-Prison.

They were looking for a handout.

-A handout?

-Only enough to get them where they're going.

-And you gave it to them?

-Yes, I gave it to them.

-I heard about what happened between you and Dr. Adams.

Why, Papa?

Why did you do it?

Look at me!

Why did you have to do that?

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-Yeah, he ain't gonna come on with us. He's too old.

-He didn't say no. -Fifteen years in prison

addled his brain.

What?

-He didn't say no.

-But he can't --

-No time to argue.

We kill this marshal like I said.

-Believe it.

[ Scraping ]

-What's old Ace Reed squawking about this time, Matthew?

-Oh, he claims Hondo Crouch's sheep

were grazing on his land again.

-Grazing on --

You know, there ain't been a blade of grass

on that old pile of rocks since the upheaval of creation.

-Yeah, I know, but I still got to ride out and check it over.

-Well, just let me tell you something.

If you're a-fixin' to go out to Ace Reed's house,

now you be careful. -Why is that?

-Well because that old he-goat, why, he's so blame near-sighted.

He can't see past the brim of his own hat.

-Yeah, well, uh, thanks for the advice, Festus.

-You bet.

-See you later. -Thanks, Dish.

-Okay, Marshal.

-Now you be careful, Matthew.

You hear me?

-Dish.

Come here!

Ace Reed's place, where is it located?

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[ Cattle lowing ]

[ Hammer clicks ]

-Ace?

Ace?

Ace Reed, you in there? It's Matt Dillon.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Chickens clucking ]

[ Chamber clicks ]

[ Chickens clucking ]

[ Clattering, spurs jangle ]

-You know something, Louie?

I got the uncommonest itch in my big toe.

It's just been a-pestering me all morning.

It's right there in that knuckle

where it kind of joins up with my foot bone, don't you see?

Oh, it's terrible.

-That supposed to mean something, Festus?

-Louie, there's times when you just talk like a plumb ninny.

-No offense intended.

What does it mean?

-It means that it's a-fixing to rare back and storm up,

don't you see?

That's what it means.

Like my grandma Tupper used to say,

"Folks that believes in signs

don't never get theirselves wet."

-Do tell.

[ Shouting, clamoring ]

[ Clamoring continues ]

-Golly be. What happened, Matthew?

-I got ambushed out at Ace Reed's place.

There were two of them. The other one ran off.

-Who in the tarnation is --

was he, anyhow? -I don't know.

I never saw either of them before.

All right, folks. It's all over.

Nothing else to see. Let's break it up now, move along.

-All right. You heard Matthew.

Now go on about your business.

-Matt, look at that.

-Yeah, I know. I saw those.

Festus, get him over to Percy Crump's, will you?

-You betcha.

-Those sores on his legs were caused by leg irons, you know.

-Yeah.

-Maybe you can tell me why a man that's been in prison,

never saw you before in his life would want to kill you.

Unless maybe somebody hired him to do it.

Somebody that wanted you dead awful bad.

-Doc, that's all I've been thinking about

all the way in here.

I know what you're getting at.

I -- I just can't bring myself

to believe that Stryker would...

-Well, I think you're wearin' blinders -- maybe.

I know what he meant to you in those days, Matt.

And I know how hard it was for you

to get on that witness stand.

-Testifying against him was the toughest thing

I ever did in my life, Doc.

-I know it.

So does everybody else in town.

But Stryker knows your testimony put him in prison,

and it's been eatin' on him for 15 years.

And if I was you,

I'd want to know an awful lot more about that fella out there.

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-Whoa.

Papa.

Somebody tried to kill Marshal Dillon.

-What do you mean?

-Two men.

They didn't kill him, but one of those men is dead.

Papa?

He's one of the two men that was at the house last night.

-Why are you looking at me that way?

You don't think I had -- -Did you, Papa?

-I never once tried to hide my feelings about that deputy.

-Papa, he's not your deputy anymore.

Can't you understand that?

He's the marshal now, and he has been for 15 years.

-I know about those years.

-You didn't answer me.

Did you hire those men to kill Marshal Dillon?

-I want you to believe I didn't have anything to do with it.

-I love you, Papa.

Don't take that away from me.

[ Cawing ]

[ Continues cawing ]

[ Continues cawing ]

-Get! Get out of here!

[ Continues cawing ]

[ Cawing echoes ]

-[ Laughing ]

Digging and spoiling!

Burn, burn, burn!

You dirt scratchers are burning.

[ Laughing maniacally ]

Just ashes and smoke. [ Laughs ]

Ashes and smoke.

[ Fire blazing ]

-Burn!

You Wilsons!

This here is Coly Remick!

You have been judged to go to the devil by fire!

And this fire gon' take you.

This fire gon' take you, James Wilson, Elly Wilson.

Go to the devil and burn!

Burn! Burn!

[ Continues cawing ]

[ Cawing stops, wing flapping ]

-Josh?

-What is it you want out here, Deputy?

-I just got a wire from the warden.

I sent him a description of those two men

that tried to kill me.

Turns out they were both from Kansas State Prison.

-What are you trying to say?

-They were in the same cell with you, Josh.

-There was a passel of 'em in that cell with me.

Crawlin' all over each other like rats in a sewer.

-Just a coincidence, that what you're trying to say?

-Got it all figured out, don't you?

You think I hired them old boys to kill you?

It's too bad you don't have no proof.

Maybe you could send me back up there.

-Josh, I didn't think that 15 years in prison,

or losing an arm or anything else

would make you sink low enough to try and have a man ambushed.

[ Hammer clicks ]

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[ Knocking ]

-Come in.

-Can I see you a minute, Miss Russell?

-What can I do for you, Mr. Stryker?

[ Door closes ]

-There's $500 here, for Sarah Jean.

Will you see she gets it?

-Can't you wait until the bank opens in the morning?

-I don't figure on being here in the morning.

-Um...

Sarah Jean know that?

-No.

-I'll take care of it for you.

-I'm much obliged to you.

-Mr. Stryker...

I'd like to buy you a drink.

[ Pours ]

[ Shattering ]

[ Hammer clicks ]

[ Door slams open ]

-Papa, what in the world...

-Your father, where is he, Missy?

-He's not here.

What do you want?

-[ Blows air ]

-No, no --

-He's got a lot of money in that writing desk.

Now let's get it.

-I don't know anything about any money.

-Open the drawer.

-[ Grunts ]

-Open that.

-This...

-Where is it?

-I don't know anything about it!

-You have beautiful hair, Missy.

Now I'm gonna keep cutting on it

until you remember where the money is.

-[ Gasps ]

[ Gasps ] Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh -- Oh, no! Don't, please!

Oh, no!

Papa!

[ Scissors cutting ]

-Papa! Papa!

[ Sobbing ]

[ Continues sobbing ]

-What happened?

-[ Continues sobbing ]

-Who did this to you?

-I wouldn't, Josh.

-[ Continues sobbing ]

-This little girl doesn't know where the money is,

so I guess you're gonna have to tell me.

-I gave it to the lady at the saloon.

-[ Continues sobbing ]

♪

-[ Gasps ]

-You leave here or call out,

and that woman that runs the saloon,

she's dead.

Understand? -[ Groans ] Yeah.

[ Gasping ]

-Missy.

♪

[ Door closes ]

-[ Continues sobbing ]

-Take a couple of 'em for me.

[ Piano playing, excited chatter ]

-Oh, here we go, fellas. Dig in.

-We're all gonna play again. Come on...

[ Chattering continues, laughter ]

-What can I get you, mister?

-Where can we talk?

-We can talk right here.

[ Hammer clicks ]

-It's for real, Missy.

Now where can we talk?

[ Laughter, chatter continues ]

-Inside.

[ Lock clicks ]

-The money Stryker left with you.

Where is it?

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-The money.

Now.

-[ Panting ]

[ Exhales sharply ]

-Sarah Jean.

-Get away.

Go on, Papa.

Why don't you leave?

This time you won't be leaving anything behind.

Get up.

Go on!

[ Wind whistling ]

-Sarah Jean?

-Marshal...

Gotta get the marshal!

-I'll take the rest of it.

-You're a pig.

-All of it.

[ Coins clattering ]

♪

-Hey, get back here!

-[ Woman shrieks ]

-[ Shrieks ]

-Kitty, you all right?

-Yes.

-Better go get Doc.

-All right.

-Sam, give me a hand here.

-Within a couple of weeks you'll be all right.

-Papa.

I said things to you that I didn't mean.

-Sometimes a man looks inside himself.

He don't like what he sees.

-No.

Everything's gonna be all right now, Papa.

-Miss Russell...

she says you're a pretty good 21 dealer.

-Best in Dodge City.

-Mnh.

It'll grow back, Papa.

-Sure it will.

All nice and shiny.

You run along now.

Would you tell Matt I'd like to see him?

-Sure, Papa.

Marshal Dillon, Papa wants to talk to you.

♪

-Josh.

-I just wanted you to know...

I didn't set them fellas on you.

But maybe I could have stopped them.

-But we did stop them, Josh,

and that's what counts.

-That's right.

That's what counts...

Marshal.

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