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♪

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

♪

[ Water sloshing ]

-Hey!

Old lady!

Why don't you have them hang me now?!

You'll be sleeping a lot better!

Get a Coreyville trial talked about!

Can't anybody in this town do anything

without that old hen's say-so?!

When do you two breathe in

without runnin' up and askin' permission?!

-[ Laughs ]

-[ Spits ]

-Morning, Miss Ellie.

-Titus?

-Hey, little sister.

When I need ya, here ya be.

-Titus, what'd ya go and do this time?

-Nothin'.

I ain't done nothin'.

-Titus?

-Ellie... [ Sighs ]

I done wrong plenty of times before.

Stole, cheated,

even that knifin' fight I had last week,

half my fault anyway.

But this time, I'm telling ya,

I never done nothin'.

-What do folks here say ya done?

-That gal at the saloon,

Mary Elizabeth...

They say I killed her.

Holdin' trial tonight.

-Killed?!

Titus, are you speakin' gospel? You never done it?

-I never touched her.

-Well, then they can't do nothin' to ya.

-They can do plenty.

All I'm facin' tonight is a rope...

[ Whispering ] without some real law in here.

What I need is a sheriff or a marshal.

-[ Whispering ] I'll head out.

I'll ride to Dodge. They got a marshal there.

-If'n I don't get some water,

I won't be spittin' dust time ya get back.

-I'll get ya some water.

-[ Sighs ]

[ Pump clanks ]

-Here go, Titus.

-Why, you half-grown mule!

You ain't got no cause to do that to my brother!

How dare you treat him like he was an animal?!

-Well, maybe that's just what he needs.

And you, don't you try that again, girl.

-I'll be back, Titus, bring you a Marshal.

-Yeah.

♪

♪

-Gentlemen of the jury,

I could stand here talkin' to ya all night.

And it's a hot one. -Yeah.

-But the facts speak plain,

and the facts say that this here Titus Wylie

was seen goin' upstairs, the back stairs,

to Mary Elizabeth's room, by no less than

four honest and respected citizens of this town.

-Nobody never said I never went up them stairs.

How come none of them honest, respectable citizens

never seen me come back down again?

-Now you keep your mouth shut until you're called on to speak.

-And when'll that be? When I'm hung out to dry?

-Now according to Miss Watson over at the saloon,

she heard that shot fired, she went up,

and she found Mary Elizabeth, that poor girl,

lying on the floor, her head bashed in.

-What about the shot?

We gotta have everything clear here.

Who shot a gun?

-Mary Elizabeth did, trying to protect herself from him.

-That ain't so!

I hardly got past the door.

She chased me out.

-Now, I ain't gonna tell you again to keep your mouth shut.

Now, gentlemen of the jury,

all we've been getting from this rawhider

is that he didn't do it.

But everybody knows that he'd been pestering Mary Elizabeth.

Everybody knows there ain't a day

goes by in this town that he ain't drunk and fightin'.

Why, just last week he went after that Crawford boy.

-It was him that started it!

[ Crowd murmuring ]

-Something we can do for you, Marshal?

In case you're interested, we got our own charter sayin'

we can hold our own trial, elect our own judge.

-Who's your judge? -Clel Wilson over there.

-And if he ain't a sight to skin a frog...

-Hey, Clel.

Hold up that county charter we got,

says we got the right to elect our own law officers.

That piece of paper we read to this rawhider, Clel,

hold it up!

-My mullet! Didn't read nothin'!

-[ Sighs ]

-You want us to read it to you, too, Marshal?

-I've seen it before.

Who's your peace officer?

-Well, you might say I fill that bill.

I kinda run things in general.

-Come on, Marshal.

Why don't you have a little drink

and watch us hang that rawhider?

-Is this your idea of a jury?

-Well, I got no objection to a man drinkin',

just as long as he pays attention to what's bein' said.

-This man have a lawyer?

-Well, he's managin' pretty good at doing his own lyin'.

-I'm declarin' a mistrial.

-You're declaring a mistrial? -That's right.

-I wouldn't go stirrin' up no still water

if I was you, Marshal.

-Marshal, I'd sure appreciate it

if you'd loosen these chains just a little bit.

-You got a key?

-I swear, I think that key got lost.

[ Chain rattles ]

-[ Sighs ]

[ Chains thud ]

-[ Grunts ]

-Anybody tries to stop me from takin' this prisoner

is going to be arrested for interfering with a US marshal.

-You prepared to arrest the whole town?

-If I have to.

-All right, Marshal.

One thing we have here in Coreyville is fair law.

You say this trial ain't bein' run right,

we're sure prepared to listen.

-One, this man's gonna have a lawyer to defend his rights.

Two... -Ain't no lawyers in town,

'cause anybody got the right to speak for the defendant.

You want the job?

-Two, we're gonna have a sober judge and jury

to conduct the trial.

-Not even the good Lord's gonna

keep 12 men sober during a trial.

-Well, that's the way it's gonna be,

or there isn't going to be any trial.

-Well, now you've been doin' a lot of talkin', Marshal.

I'm gonna do some of my own.

You just remember one thing.

That badge you're wearin'

don't give you the right to overrule our judge.

Now, this trial is still gonna be held

right here in Coreyville, tomorrow night.

-You sure are some after my hide, ain't you?

-There a jail or a lockup somewhere around here?

-Been so peaceful around here we never had a need for one,

leastways till that rawhider showed up.

-Well, let's go.

-Sure likes to barrel his way through, don't he?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Uh, Mr. -- Mr. Blake, my ma would like to see you,

and Mr. Rankin, too.

[ Knock on door ]

-Come in!

You're a prize pair of fools!

-Well, we didn't count on that marshal comin', Miss Agatha.

-His presence wouldn't have made any difference

if you used your brains

and stopped that drinking down there.

And why didn't you appoint somebody

to speak for that rawhider?

-Miss Agatha, nobody in this town'd take on that job.

-You could've done it!

That marshal had every right to declare a mistrial.

Tomorrow, I want everybody on that jury sober.

Now, you tell Clel Wilson that the first drink

that crosses his lips before the trial

is his resignation as a judge!

-Well, you know, it would've been a lot better if I'd thrown

that marshal out of this town the moment he spoke!

After all, I'm the law in this town, and I --

-You're the law?

I'mthe law.

The Coreys have always been the law in this town.

And the next time you don't think so,

just think about the food and whiskey

you put in that belly!

-Miss Agatha, all Amos meant

was maybe we should have stopped that marshal

before he stepped in and took over.

-He's not going to take over.

Tomorrow night, I want that rawhider legally tried,

legally convicted, and legally sentenced.

-Yes, ma'am.

- Miss Agatha.

-Listening at the door again, Billy Joe?

-Was just gettin' afraid.

-Billy Joe, there's nothing to be afraid of.

-Yeah, but the marshal, he...

-He'll be gone after the trial tomorrow.

-But what if he finds out things?

-I don't want you talking to him.

-I-I'd never do that, Ma.

But what if he finds out things?

-There's nothing to find out.

Now go up to your room and go to bed.

-Yes, Ma.

♪

♪

-I say again, Marshal,

the onliest way you're goin' to keep ol' Titus

from lookin' up a limb is to get me out of here.

-Now, Wylie, let me tell you somethin'.

And remember this.

The people of this town have a right to try ya.

Now, let's go back to the shot fired in that room.

It seems to me that drunk or sober,

you'd remember somethin' like that.

-I don't remember nothin'

'cept her chasin' me out of that room,

slammin' the door.

Kind of woke up later in the alley,

people grabbin' me,

my head feelin' like it had been pounded in.

-Whiskey drinkin' ain't something Titus handles.

Been your whole trouble,

drinkin' and makin' no sense outta nothin' you're doin'!

-My hanging'll fix that,

make them hill squatters real happy.

-Don't keep saying --

don't keep talkin' about hangin' like it's already happened

or somethin'. -It's plain.

Folks around here simply don't take no shine to me.

That badge-wearin' dime just makes it one more at the party,

is all.

Just like all badge wearers everywhere I ever seen,

all lookin' out after themselves.

-If you'd quit feelin' sorry for yourself,

it might make matters a little easier.

Now, are you sure you're tellin' me everything you can remember?

-One thing you can bet on --

Me killin' somebody, I'd remember it.

-All right, how about this woman that discovered the body,

this Flo Watson?

-Owns the saloon.

Tries to make on the way she, uh,

paints herself up, sashays around.

More like she was a filly than a brood mare

what oughta be put to grass.

-Ellie, you better get this plate back downstairs.

-Ellie, wait a minute.

-All right, let's have it.

-Titus!

-Just, uh, tryin' to have somethin' goin' for me

if'n I got loose.

[ Knife clatters ]

-You better get somethin' straight, Titus.

You try to leave this hotel without me,

they'll shoot you down like a dog.

And they got every right to.

-It'd be an easier way of dyin'.

-Why don't you quit thinkin' about dyin' for once

and think of your chances of livin'?

Here. Don't let anybody in.

-You're gonna trust me with this key?

-I'm trustin' all those guns

that are waitin' for you outside the doors of this hotel.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Well, Marshal, don't tell me you're a whiskey drinkin' man.

Or did you just come in here for some branch water?

[ Pool balls clack ]

-Miss Watson, could I talk to you for a minute?

-Sit down. -Thank you.

-I understand you were the, uh, first person

into the room the night that girl was murdered.

-That's right.

-Was this fellow Wylie with her that night?

-He was here earlier, drunk.

I had to have him thrown out because he grabbed,

uh, Mary Elizabeth.

-Was there anybody else with her during the night?

-No, she was just stayin' friendly

with the drinkin' customers,

what she was paid to do.

-Did she keep regular company with anybody?

-She was my hostess here, Marshal.

-Well, that's, uh, that's not exactly what I meant.

-Oh, you mean, did she have a steady fella?

No.

-I'd like to see her room, if I could.

-Sure. Right this way. Outside entrance.

This the room.

-Miss Watson, you came around the corner

and up the stairway as soon as you heard the shot fired?

-Well, sort of. -What do you mean, sort of?

-Well, it means that I didn't see the, um, rawhider leaving.

-And the girl was dead when you got in here?

-Mm-hmm.

Lyin' on the floor like a rag doll,

not even breathing.

-You figure that was the bullet she fired?

-It sure looks that way.

-Well, then, that settles it.

-Settles what?

-She shot to save her life, but didn't do a very good job.

-Thanks for showing me around.

-Marshal?

You just go away, and -- and you leave us alone.

-Leave who alone, son?

-Just go away, that's all.

-Why don't you put the gun down, son? We'll talk about it.

[ Chambers bullet ]

-Don't -- don't come near me, or I'll have to shoot you.

-What's your name, son?

-Billy Lee Joe Corey.

-Oh, I see then.

The woman they call Miss Agatha, that's your mother?

-I'm not supposed to talk to you.

-Why not?

-You just go away!

-Why don't you put the gun down, son?

-If -- if you go -- go away right now,

I won't shoot you.

-Well, I'm sorry, but, uh, I've got some work to do here.

If you don't mind, I'll...

-[ Groans ]

-Hey, look. Something's happened to the kid.

-Yeah, he's bleedin'.

-Say, what did he do to Billy Joe?

-I don't know, but we better find out.

-I didn't hear a shot.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-What'd you do to that kid? -Get out of my way.

-Now, who gave you the right to pick on a kid like Billy Joe?

-I said get out of my way.

-Mister, you owe us an explanation.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-How bad is he?

-Well, he had a gun on me. I had to take it away from him.

-Is he hurt? -Well, he hit his head.

I think he'd better go up to bed.

-Oh, first door on the left.

-Why would Billy Joe pull a gun on the marshal?

-That marshal sure keeps walkin' all over this town!

-I think he'll be comin' around in a minute or two.

He just stunned himself. -All right, Marshal.

I want a clear explanation of what's happened here.

-It's like I told ya, ma'am,

I had to take this gun away from him.

And he just fell back

and knocked his head against a post.

-I had that gun fixed so that it wouldn't fire.

It's nothing more than a toy. -Well, if I were you,

I'd get him a little different type of toy.

Next man that comes along might not realize that's what it is.

-Everybody in this town knows

Billy Joe is more child than man.

-Ow. Ow.

-[ Whispers ] It's all right, Billy Joe. It's all right.

-[ Grunting ]

Ma, you -- you get him away from me!

-It would be better if you left.

-I'll wait for you outside.

I'd like to have a word with you.

-You just lie back there and rest, Billy Joe.

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

-I-I'm sorry.

-Not only have you hurt that boy,

but you've scared him half to death.

-Why should he be so afraid of me?

-He resents your presence here as much as everyone else.

-Frankly speaking, that resentment's another thing

that puzzles me this little bit,

if you're only looking for justice here.

-We're perfectly capable of taking care of our own problems.

-All right, getting back to Billy Joe,

he said something about leaving 'us' alone.

What did he mean by that?

-I've told you, he's simply frightened.

-I don't think that's the whole answer.

-It's your interference that's causing all this trouble!

We have a good town here, a town my husband built.

-Well, that trial tonight wasn't exactly an example

of how a good town should be run.

-That rawhider's caused trouble ever since he came here.

-Well, that could be, but it doesn't mean that he should hang

for the murder of that girl.

There's too many unanswered questions here.

-What questions?

-Well, for one, the shot that was fired in that room

wasn't a miss.

-How do you know that?

-Because I dug the bullet out of the wall.

There was traces of blood around it.

That bullet passed through somebody

before it hit that wall.

Now, Titus Wylie wasn't injured.

It means that somebody else was either killed

or is nursing a wound around here somewhere.

-You're simply complicating the situation.

-A few questions are gonna have to be answered at that trial.

-Billy Joe, what did you say to that marshal?

-Nothin', Ma. I...

Just -- just to leave us alone.

-Billy Joe,

you did a foolish thing, threatening that Marshall.

-I-I was only tryin'...

-I know what you were trying to do, but it was wrong.

Do you understand?

-Appears like the marshal

ain't gonna get a chance to watch my hangin'.

-You lock this door again, Titus!

Don't give them no excuse to get you!

-Be a skinned frog if they need any excuse to.

-The people of this town figure it's time for you leavin'.

They're sayin' it plain enough.

-Move aside.

-You've been givin' orders long enough. Get his horse saddled.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-[ Gasps ] Leave him alone! You're going to kill him!

Leave him alone! Leave him alone!

Get away from him!

Leave him alone! Leave him alone!

Marshal?

Marshal?

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-People got out of hand after they saw what happened

to Billy Joe.

Can't blame 'em.

-What are ya gonna do with him? -Leave him alone!

-Well, I think that the people

have every right to... run him out of town.

[ Shouting continues ]

-Stop it! -Get him outta here!

-He's a marshal! Leave him alone!

-Get him outta here! -Come on!

-You brought him in here and you can kick him out!

Yah!

-I want that trial held immediately,

and make sure everybody's sober

and that rawhider is represented.

-Clel Wilson won't be fit for another hour to do any judgin'.

-I want my carriage in 10 minutes in front of the house.

-Yes, Ma'am.

-Figure in an hour, you're gettin' invited to a dance.

So you figure out a few fancy steps while you're, uh,

kickin' up your heels.

[ Laughter ]

[ Water drips ]

-[ Exhales sharply ]

-Just be still a minute, Marshal. You had a bad beatin'.

They run us out of town in a wagon.

-How'd I get in here?

-Well, ya half-walked and I half-toted ya.

Guess I ain't as scrawny as I look. [ Chuckles ]

-I'll be darned. Well, what place is this?

-Well, it's kind of mine.

I sort of raise chickens.

Oh, I sell eggs and chickens in town, I mean.

-How far out of town are we?

-'Bout a mile, I guess.

Marshal, would you reckon

they gonna be... lynching Titus after all?

-I don't know. I'm sure gonna find out.

-You're goin' back there?

-Ellie, how much do you know about this town?

-Well, I been hearin' about...2 or 3 years now.

-What about this Billy Joe? You know anything about him?

-Nothin', just he ain't a bright boy, is all.

-Well, he's sure got somethin' against me.

Drew a gun on me today, tried to run me out of town.

-Billy Joe drew a gun?

-Yeah, he's scared to death of me.

You know any reason why he should be?

-No, Billy Joe's such a gentle boy.

Smiles all the time at people.

Him and Frank sure ain't cut out of the same cloth.

Shame. Frank's got all the smartness,

and Billy Joe just sort of got short-changed, like you say.

-Frank? Frank who?

-Billy Joe's brother. He's growed up.

Feller I don't much care for.

-Brother?

-Frank Corey, Miss Agatha's other boy.

-Well, just where is this Frank now?

-Who in this here picture, you? -Yes.

-You changed. A lot.

-We all grow older.

-I brought you some supper.

-I'm not hungry.

-Well, you've lost a lot of blood.

You need food in ya.

-I said, I'm not hungry.

-All right. You're not hungry.

How ya feeling?

-Mm, don't bother me too much.

You did a real good job.

You know, I heard it said that,

uh, my old man, he used to visit here at this saloon.

-Yes, he, uh,

he liked his whiskey, just like all the others.

-Heard tell he also liked pretty women.

-Yes.

Yes, in a way, he was a lot like you,

except for one thing.

Ed Corey was a man.

-Meaning?

-Meaning that outside of a clean shirt,

there's very little difference

between you and that, uh, rawhider.

-So why you hiding me up, taking care of me?

Why don't you just turn me over to the marshal?

-Well, maybe because I think

maybe there's still a chance for you.

-Hmm. Yeah. I reckon with, uh, marshal run out of town,

they'll be hangin' that rawhider.

-How do you think you'll be feeling about it

when it's all over?

-Oh, he don't mean nothin' to me.

I expect he's bushwhacked more than one man in these parts

to get his whiskey money.

-Well, let's hope that's been the case.

Make it a lot easier sleepin'.

Don't ya think?

♪

♪

-Well, this is quite an honor.

-Where's my son?

-He's in my room, second door on the left.

Strange, you don't ask how he is.

-How is he?

-He died.

Two hours ago.

-Oh.

-Uh, nah, he's all right.

But he could be dead for all you care.

-[ Sighs deeply ]

[ Door closes ]

-The carriage is ready. I'll bring it 'round back.

You're leaving town.

-Why can't I stay here?

-Because I say you're leaving.

-You say. You say.

You do an awful lot of it, Ma. -Well, not enough it seems,

to keep you from going around with saloon trash.

-Make any difference if I told you I loved her?

-Frank, I can't and I won't believe that.

-Why, because it wouldn't look right

for the great Edward Corey's son

to fall in love with a saloon girl?

You couldn't stand that, could you?

-Frank, you couldn't love her! I know you couldn't!

-I'm not sure whether I did or not.

-[ Sighs deeply ]

How did this thing happen?

-Oh, I saw that rawhider leave her room.

I got mad.

I went up there, we had an argument.

I slapped her.

She took a gun from her bureau.

I tried to get it from her.

Gun went off as I was throwing her aside.

She fell, and...

she didn't move.

-You're leaving town.

You'll drive over to Red Creek.

You were robbed on the way. You were shot.

-Ma, but you know that I killed that girl.

-You said it was an accident!

You'll say in Red Creek that the man who robbed you,

he shot you.

You'll say that you were -- -Ma, let mesay it!

For once in my life Ma...

you let me say it.

-Get dressed.

[ Door closes ]

-So you're takin' him out of here?

-If he's capable of being moved, yes.

-The final corruption.

-What?

-Something you wouldn't understand.

Gotta give you credit though,

the way you keep that nose up there.

-What do you mean by that?

-That you're like this town, half-dyin'.

People runnin' around,

playin' the game like there's anything here with any meaning?

-If it's half-dying, why don't you sell out to me?

Why do you keep turning down my offers?

-[ Laughs ]

Sticks in your craw, doesn't it?

A piece of this town you don't own.

-You haven't answered my question.

-15 years, and still stickin' in your craw,

Ed Corey givin' me this place.

-I've offered you three times what this place is worth.

Take it and get out!

-You know, you're -- you're a real charmer, Agatha.

-I despise you.

-Well, that's the first truthful statement

you've said since I've known you.

-I may not give you an opportunity

about this second.

I may just put a padlock on that door.

-You do that, Agatha,

and you leave me a soapbox in the center of that street.

-What do you mean by that? -You know what I mean.

You're like this town -- lyin', lyin' to yourself.

Why, you haven't had an honest emotion since your husband died,

and you thank God for it.

-How dare you talk to me like that.

-How dare I?

The truth is easy.

It's the lies I have trouble with,

the lies I fed the marshal.

-Why did you lie for me if you hate me so much?

Why did you protect my son?

-Yourson?

Now how can you say those words without chokin' on 'em?

Aren't you even honest to yourself?

For 20 years,

you've been starin' out that window of yours,

lookin' down here at my saloon,

knowing that Flo Watson placed in your hands

the only healthy thing in your life.

For 20 years,

it's never left your mind that I gave birth to Frank,

and that Ed concocted that story about his first wife dying.

Don't you ever call Frank your son, not to my face.

Agatha Corey, I think the first honest breath you draw

will be your last, when you ask God for his forgiveness.

-Mother Flo!

Well, now, that's gonna take some gettin' used to.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-May as well have the best,

seeing as it's now in the family.

So that's why you hid me out.

I kept thinkin' about it all the time up there,

in the room, why.

And I came up with some answers, but, uh...

none of 'em...

none of 'em wild as this.

-The situation hasn't changed. The carriage is still waiting.

-Now I gotta figure out why you're so concerned.

No, but that's easy.

My name's Corey.

And long may the Coreys reign!

Over what, though, I'm not real sure.

-Don't mock me, son.

-I'm not mocking you, Mo--

[ Chuckles ]

You see, it's going to take some getting used to.

Well...

you ladies, uh,

you may be a little surprised at this --

I know I am.

But suddenly, uh,

suddenly runnin'...

just don't seem so important.

-Where's your brother, son?

-Have you come back to arrest Frank?

-Well, I don't know.

That depends on what your brother tells me

happened in that room.

You know where your mother is? -No.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-All right, now hold it down.

-All right, anybody that takes a drink's got me to deal with.

Rankin here'll speak for the defendant.

You're all goin' to pay very close attention to what he says.

All right, judge. Let's get started.

-You know, Frank didn't mean to do anything, Marshal.

He wouldn't hurt anybody on purpose.

It was an accident, is all.

-Did you see it, Billy Joe?

-Frank was bleedin',

and Miss Watson was helpin' him down the stairs.

And I was afraid for Frank.

And, well, it was an accident.

Frank said so.

He was bleedin'.

-Thank you, Billy Joe.

-The marshal's coming this way.

You just arrived in town. You were shot out on the road.

Don't be a fool, son!

You could be hanged!

-You sure are one woman who never gives up, do ya?

How do you see it, Flo?

-How do I see it? -Yeah.

-Your father was a man.

You could prove you're his son.

-You're doing this to spite me!

You're doing this because you hate me!

You're doing --

-You Frank Corey?

-Yeah, I'm Frank Corey.

-There's a trial down the street.

There's a few questions you're gonna have to answer.

-I'm not sure Coreyville will survive the night, Marshal.

I'm not sure it...

I'm not sure it should.

-He's Ed's son, all right.

♪

-Well, Marshal, you did a passable job.

Proof of that, I'm stoppin' callin' you just a bad word.

-[ Chuckles ] Well, thanks.

I, uh, hope you can keep out of trouble from here on.

-Well, you sure got my thanks, Marshal.

-Sure never figured this town to convict a Corey.

Sentencin' of 5 years.

Well,, you got a drink comin', we ever get up Dodge way.

-So long, Ellie.

-Well, it took me the night,

but I finally figured something out.

You weren't lettin' that rawhider hang.

-It took you the night?

You got your father's good looks, all right.

But it'll take a little while till you get half his brains.

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