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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."