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♪

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

-[ Shouts indistinctly ]

-[ Choking ]

-Let him go. -[ Groans ]

[ Pounds on ceiling ]

-Whoa.

-[ Groans ]

-Hey, what's going on down there?

-What? -Your shoes.

Get 'em off.

-What are you doing?

-Gentlemen, there's been a misunderstanding here.

There was just a little run of hard luck.

[ Shoes thud ] That's all it was.

-Uhh!

-We caught us a pickpocket.

-That right, mister?

Ha! [ Speaks indistinctly ]

-Well... [ Sighs ]

can't win 'em all.

[ Groans ]

[ Sighs ]

♪

♪

-The last time we're working blind.

-I'll go along with that.

Hey, look who's here.

Hey, Mister!

It don't make good sense walkin' around without any shoes.

It's too hard on a man's socks! [ Laughs ]

-Danny Wilson?

-Yeah, I'm afraid you've made a mistake, Ma'am.

-Unh-unh.

No, San Francisco, over 15 years ago.

-Uh, Ma'am, if there's been any misunderstanding,

I can explain everything.

-I'm Kitty Russell.

I'm one of the few people you didn't try to cheat.

-Ooh. Oh, Kitty Russell.

Well, I'll be.

And you've never changed a day.

-A little bit of flattery like that

is gonna get you a drink on the house.

-Ooh. Good.

[ Groans ]

-Oh, Danny, your feet!

-Oh.

Got kicked off the stage, huh?

-Yeah.

-Well, you haven't changed a bit, either.

-Ooh.

-You're a poorer thief than you are a con man.

-I'm afraid you're right.

-Come on, I'll have Sam, my bartender,

get you a pair of shoes while I buy you that drink.

-Oh, good!

♪

-You know, it's -- it's been up and down.

But overall, the pickin's have been pretty poor.

-Mr. Wilson, these may be a little large for you,

but I'm sure they'll be better than nothin'.

-Oh, thank you, Sam.

So I figured I'd try Tucson.

[ Groans ]

They tell me there's a big silver strike down there.

-Oh, Danny.

You a prospector?

-Not... [ Inhales sharply ] not with a pick and shovel.

-Oh, of course not, mm-hmm.

-You -- you know that a... [ Grunts ] a prospector

is... [ Inhales deeply ]

the easier mark in the whole world?

-Oh, Danny, I don't know why you keep goin' on like this.

You've just spent your whole entire...

-[ Groaning ]

-Danny?

Danny? -[ Inhales sharply ]

Danny.

Sam!

Sam, go get Doc! Hurry up!

All right. -[ Groans ]

-Are you a good doctor?

-One of the best in town.

-Sounds like the only one in town.

-[ Chuckles ] That's about it.

-Now you just give me a little something for my twinges.

I'll be all right.

-That's a new name for it, twinges.

Understand you're on your way to Tucson.

-Yeah.

I was on my way, till a little misunderstanding occurred.

I'm still goin' 'cause my passage is paid.

-Let me give you some advice.

Don't go.

You get on a stage for that long trip south,

time you get to Tucson, they just may carry you off.

-So this is the end of the line, huh?

Dodge City.

[ Sighs deeply ]

Lot of people said Danny Wilson didn't have a heart.

Guess this proves they're wrong, eh, Doc?

-Guess you're seen a few doctors all right.

-A few.

How long?

-Well, if you take reasonably good care of yourself,

you could be around for a while.

-You could be around for a while.

If that's a sample of your clinical acumen, doctor,

I don't believe you could diagnose a worm in an apple

even if you ate it.

I say I got at the most, 2 weeks.

-Well, you're entitled to your opinion.

Here's something for those "twinges."

Pretty sure you're familiar with oat.

-Yeah.

-See you a little later.

-I'll see you out, Doc.

-Doc?

-Well, he said it. It's, uh, his heart.

-Oh, what a shame.

-He a good friend of yours?

-Well, a long time ago, he did me a kindness

when I really needed a kindness.

Funny thing is, I don't think he recollects me at all.

Now, if he cheated me, he would remember.

That's the way his mind works.

-Sure likable cuss.

-Not much of a chance, huh?

-'Fraid not.

I'll see you. -Yeah.

-You're not gettin' out of that bed

until you've had a night's sleep.

-Oh.

Well, as a matter of fact, it's been a long time

since I had a room this fancy all to myself.

-Well, it's yours as long as you want it.

-That's a mighty rash offer, Miss Russell.

-[ Chuckles ]

Danny, I'm going to give you a little job here

at the Long Branch.

I know you're good with figures, and...

-I don't know.

-Well, you shouldn't be doing anything.

It's just light work.

-I don't mind being a guest, Miss Russell.

But I don't take charity.

-Well, I'm not offering you charity.

You're going to be here in Dodge,

and I just want to make... -I'm a professional man.

Not a bookkeeper. -What are you doing?

-I'm getting out of here. -Oh, all right, Danny.

Okay, you win, you win.

-You gotta win these little ones.

-Why?

-Because I don't see any big ones around.

-Danny, what -- what drives you?

What -- what are you looking for?

-Oh, I don't know.

I guess everybody wonders how it's gonna be for them,

when it's gonna happen.

I know it's going to happen right here in Dodge,

so what matters now is how it's gonna be.

Would be nice to have the biggest funeral

the West has ever seen.

-That's quite an ambition.

-There's nothing like shootin' high.

I remember when I was a little fellow, about 7 or 8 or so.

I went to this funeral.

They threw a big wingding party the night before.

-The wake.

-Yeah.

You could hear them from about 10 blocks around.

And the procession the next morning...

Well, you could hardly see the hearse,

it was so covered with flowers.

And the horses, big, black horses wearing fancy plumes.

And ribbons all over the place.

And buggy after buggy,

just full of people all cryin' their eyes out.

You know they gave him a stone almost 10 feet tall?

Oh, it was grand.

-I'm gonna leave you so you can get a good night's sleep.

-Thank you, Miss Russell.

I sure appreciate everything you've done.

-Good night, Danny. -Good night.

[ Sighs ]

[ Whistling ]

-Danny?

Well, I was just coming up to, uh, see how you are.

-I'm just fine, Miss Kitty. Just fine.

-Well, you look fine. -Thank you.

-Uh, Danny? -Huh?

-Here. I want you to take this.

-Oh, no, no!

-Mm-hmm. For old time's sake, come on.

-No, I...

-I want you to have it. It's only $100.

-Well, if it's only 100...

And for old time's sake.

And thank you very much.

-[ Chuckles ]

-You picked any more pockets lately?

-It's -- it's a new day, gentlemen.

-It's a new day, all right.

I'm feeling more conspicuous

every hour we spend in this town.

-Yeah, I know.

Ed, if I could even make a guess who's paying for this hit,

I'd go right up to him, point-blank,

and I'd ask him for the name.

I've heard a little about this Dodge City marshal,

and I'd just as soon

get this over with while he's out of town.

-Needs a little fattening.

Ahh.

-Oh, I don't know, I, uh,

I thought the, uh, satin in the coffin was a little thin.

-No problem, Mr. Wilson.

I have another grade, the very finest attainable.

-Ooh, fine. Put it down.

-As you see, I-I maintain quite a selection.

-Good.

-A very fine stone, sir.

Imported from the state of Vermont.

♪

-Rock of Ages, Mr. Wilson.

Guaranteed to last for a...

-I suppose this one is taken.

-Well, as a matter of fact, it's, uh, it's not.

Well, the deceased a military man?

-No. No, not exactly.

-Too bad.

I could have made you a very good price on it.

You see, it was ordered by the last colonel's relatives

before the court-martial.

After the, uh, court-martial,

they -- they wanted something a bit more modest.

-A remarkable resemblance.

-But not exactly fitting for the deceased,

if as you say, he was not a military man.

-Well, he could have been, Mr. Crump.

He could have been.

Now we should think in grand terms.

Put it down.

-I'll throw in 15 words of sentiment.

-That's very kind of you.

How, uh -- how much will this all cost?

-Well... [ Mutters ]

hearse, black horses, plumes, ribbons, flowers,

drivers, attendants,

pallbearers, outriders, buggies, 12 paid mourners...

-12? -I-I'll get more.

Plenty. -Oh.

-Uh, casket.

Uh, q-quite the most magnificent funeral I've ever catered.

-Ahh.

[ Mutters ]

-$1,479.18.

-18 cents?

-We'll even it out to a round figure.

-Oh, very good Mr. Crump.

Thank you.

-Will you be paying by, uh, bank draft, Mr. Wilson?

-Oh yes, of course.

You'll want a deposit.

-Well, it is customary

to pay more than what might be called a...

Oh!

-Bad habit of mine, carrying so much money around.

It's simply that I'm constantly

being involved in these cash transactions.

-I quite understand, sir.

-Here you are, Mr. Crump.

$100.

and the rest will be paid when you begin the arrangements.

-For -- -Good day, Sir!

-I get your pardon, Sir, but, uh, what day will it be?

-Date...Oh, yes, the date.

Well, it's, uh, that's still indefinite.

-Indefinite?

But the, uh, deceased, Sir, where are the remains

at present?

-I wish I could put this more delicately, Mr. Crump,

But Iam the remains.

♪

-Uh...

♪

-You -- you got match, uh, friend?

-What for?

-I-I dropped my money.

You see, I got a big hole in my pocket,

and I was saving this...

-Indiana!

What are you doing here?

-Ah!

-Danny? [ Mutters ]

Danny Wilson! -Yes!

[ Both laugh ]

-Nice to see you! -Look at you!

-You know what this is? -What?

-But a kinder fellow is burning about four or five matches,

and me clutching on him and whining on him!

He's bound to give me a nickel or a dime...

-Yeah. -just to break away!

-I mean, it isn't too much, you know.

But it keeps the body and soul together.

You know... [ Laughs ] -Sure!

How you been? -Real good. Yeah.

Uh, how about you?

-How do I look?

-Awful.

-Yeah. Come on!

-I'll buy us a bottle. -Oh, yeah!

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

-Got to use a little logic.

To get $2,000, where do you start?

-[ Sighs ]

First, by getting...

$2,000.

-That's what I like about you, Indiana.

You always come up with the right answer.

-I tried. I-I tried. You know.

-Now the, uh, the funeral and the wake.

I-I got to buy a going-away gift for Miss Russell.

-Y-you're going away?

-That's right.

I'm going away.

-You're goin' away.

-Trouble is,

I never even had half of $2,000 in my whole life.

-[ Belches ]

You'll get there, Danny.

You'll get there!

-Half of $2,000...

Indiana?

Suppose you picked a pocket.

-Mm, no.

I was never so good at it.

-Well, let me -- suppose you picked the pocket,

and you found a wallet with $2,000 in it.

And the bills were torn in half.

-That's a bad dream.

-Yeah. Yeah.

That fellow sittin' there with a cowhide bag

right beside him all the time.

-A bag full of $1,000 bills torn in half?

Wow.

That's not a bad dream. That's a nightmare!

-Hmm.

-Where -- where you going, Danny?

-[ Grunts ]

Just one time.

A little luck. Just once.

-Danny? -You stay here.

-I'll stay right here.

He'll never make it.

[ Doorknob rattles ]

[ Door unlocks ]

♪

[ Clasp unlocks ]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

[ Footsteps retreating ]

♪

-Indiana! -[ Groans ]

-What do you think I found? -I don't know.

-Sawed-off shotguns.

And with the $1,000 bills torn in half.

That means somebody's going to match 'em

when the job is finished!

-You got a job?

-Yeah, but -- no, no, no.

-Oh, you ain't got a job. -No, no, no.

Well, what else do you think I found?

-I don't know.

-Somebody slipped an envelope under the door.

And there was a name in that envelope.

Uh, Matt Dillon.

-Hey, that's a fine fella!

-Who? -The marshal. Oh, sure!

You know, when the jail is empty, he lets you use it

when -- when it's cold or raining...

-Matt Dillon is the marshal?

-As a matter of fact, listen --

I wouldn't get too friendly with the Long Branch woman,

or you won't get the welcome in his jail.

-You mean, Miss Russell and the marshal?

-Real good friends.

You know?

-Indiana... -Huh?

-I got an idea.

Maybe the greatest one I ever had in my whole life!

And it's coming just in time! Just in time!

[ Thud ]

-The marshal's office is right here.

Now, we head down the street, shotguns under our coats.

Nobody lookin... [ Clack ]

...we blast, right through the window.

And the alley by the jail is only a step away.

Down it we go, cut through the back --

-Hold it right there. All right, Festus.

-Where you men from?

-Marshal, we are... we're just passin' through.

-Businessmen from St. Louis.

-What kind of business?

-Hardware. -Guns.

-Uh-huh.

Got any explanation for this?

-Marshal! Look at this.

-Let's go.

-Your coats, gentlemen.

-Mr. Wilson, I owe you.

-I'll settle for a drink.

-Fair enough.

-So somebody hired some killers.

Why come to me about it? -Heenan, you try to leave town

in the next 48 hours, I'll throw you in jail.

-Now, Marshal, you haven't got that right!

-I got every right,

until I get a wire about those two men.

-Why would I want to hire anyone to kill you anyway?

Sure, we've had our differences, but...

-Yeah, "differences" isn't the word for it.

And I want to tell you something else.

I hear one complaint about this place

when it opens tomorrow, I'm gonna close it up!

-I intend running a straight place, Marshal.

You have my word on it.

-You haven't run a straight place

since you've been in this business.

I'll tell you somethin'.

I figure to have this place padlocked within a week.

-Well, if you're so sure I hired those men to kill you,

why don't you arrest me?

-That's exactly what I'm gonna do, sooner or later.

You can count on it.

-We're not open.

Hey, are you deaf or something, mister?

I said, we're not open.

-And my name is Danny Wilson.

-So who cares?

-Possibly my parents, maybe one or two others.

I don't know.

Now let's get to the point, Mr. Heenan.

I understand you want to get rid of Matt Dillon.

-Get out of here, you drunk.

-No, no, just a moment, Mr. Heenan.

Oh, I see you're interested.

Now let's get to the meat of it.

A man who kills for hire

usually worries about getting away afterwards,

has to make plans and arrangements,

even follow his victim around.

That makes for a lot of complications.

There's a possibility that something could go wrong.

And something did go wrong, as I'm sure you've noticed.

Now, on the other hand,

let's suppose, uh, just for instance,

you take a man who's dying.

He doesn't worry about getting away afterwards.

He doesn't think about anything more complicated

than putting that gun in the man's ribs

and pulling the trigger.

No plans, no worries,

nothing to go wrong.

I'm gonna die very shortly.

-That's too bad.

-Yeah.

On the other hand, there's a problem.

Now, how would you pay a man like this?

I mean, what would interest him?

I'm sure you've been asking yourself that question.

Well, even a dying man can use money.

Take me, for example.

I have in mind a real big party and a beautiful funeral.

-How'd you come by those?

-A better question would be,

why didn't I turn 'em over to the marshal?

Well, those two clowns might have named names

to save themselves, in case this evidence ever came up.

-Except they haven't got no...

-No names?

But sometimes, a thread is woven into a rug,

et cetera, et cetera.

In this case, we don't have a thread...

yet.

So I'll lay it to you flat, Mr. Heenan.

Nothing has to be changed.

You just match these,

and I'll take over.

-I don't know what you've talkin' about.

-I'll be at the Dodge House, Mr. Heenan.

And if tonight, an envelope is slipped under my door

containing two halves that match these...

Well, what you got to lose, Mr. Heenan?

I mean, after all, without these,

the others are not negotiable.

So why would you want to hold on to something

when you got so much to gain by giving them up?

Good night, Mr. Heenan.

♪

-Hey! Make way for Danny Wilson!

[ Cheering ] There he is!

[ Cheering loudly ]

-All right, Sam. Drinks for everybody!

Ah, let 'em drink until they fall down!

And then go around and pour even more. [ Laughs ]

♪

-Mr. Wilson? Mr. Wilson!

The stonecutter won't stay in town forever.

Now, what sort of inscription do you want on it?

-Hey, hey! Three cheers for Danny Wilson!

-Hooray!

-Hip, hip! -Hooray!

-Hip, hip! -Hooray!

-Hip, hip! -Hooray!

-Indiana, find somebody to make me a speech.

-Hmm. A speech! -[ Speaks indistinctly ]

[ Laughter ]

-Hey!

-Whoa.

I'm gonna miss you!

You're the best pal I've ever had!

-Ah, that goes double, friend.

-Hey, Ed O'Connor!

Make a speech for my friend!

-Come on! -Yeah!

[ Cheering ]

-Make a speech!

-Whoo!

[ All shouting indistinctly ]

-All right, quiet now!

Quiet! Oh, come on!

We're going to have an elegy.

-Friends!

What's the name of the lamented?

-Oh, it's Danny Wilson, my friend!

[ Cheering ]

-All right, all right, all right!

Friends, friends, we're gathered here to pay homage

to one of the finest men I've ever known!

[ Cheering ]

And I've know some pretty fine men. [ Laughs ]

Matter of fact, one in particular

comes to my mind -- Swede!

Now I met Swede down on the Pecos,

and he was one of the finest men.

He was... [ Whistles ]

-Hey, Indiana, make him stick to the subject!

-And he was good... [ All shouting indistinctly ]

-Hey, stick to the subject! Danny Wilson, my friend!

-All right, all right, all right.

-All right, now, friends... -Danny Wilson!

[ Cheering ]

-Danny Wilson!

-In my judgment,

one of the finest men to ever throw a saddle over a horse.

Can ride like the wind.

[ All shouting indistinctly ]

-Get him out of there! Get him out of there!

-[ Shouting indistinctly ]

-Hey, where's my glass? Where's my glass?

Oh, here it is.

[ All shouting indistinctly ]

-Make way for Danny Wilson, my friend!

-Miss Russell, there's an old saying that it's a fortunate man

who can count his friends on the fingers of one hand.

I think I can do that,

if you'll permit me to include the loveliest lady

this side of the Missouri, or this side of anywhere.

For you.

-Oh, Danny...

-Indiana! Everybody, down to Heenan's!

Get on, let's go. Indiana!

-Everybody, down to Heenan's! That is right down the street.

-Don't forget the bottle! Let's go!

[ All shouting indistinctly ]

-Where do you suppose he got that?

Where's he gettin' all this money?

-I'm afraid to ask.

♪

-Way to go, Danny!

-Say, Danny. -Yeah?

-Wonder if I could talk to you for a minute?

-Why, sure, Marshal.

I'll meet you down at Heenan's. Take it away.

Hi, Marshal. What can I do for you?

-Danny, look, I want to ask you something.

You ever seen these before? -Oh, sure.

I changed them at the bank this afternoon.

-Uh-huh.

Now, Danny, how is it that two professional killers

come to Dodge, they got my name on their bullets,

and you know they're here?

-Well, we've been over that before, Marshal.

I recognized one of those two fellas that was on the stage,

and I just put two and two together.

And a lucky thing for you that I did.

-Yeah.

Well, you know the thing that, uh, bothers me

is that the day after I lock 'em up in jail,

you show up at the bank with two $1,000 bills pasted together.

-Oh, Marshal, are you insinuating

that I had anything to do with those killers?

-No, Danny, I'm not insinuating anything,

I'm just asking a question.

Would you mind tellin' me where you got these?

-Anybody claim they were stolen?

-No, why? -Hey, Danny!

-You...

-They -- they're -- they're waitin'. Come on.

-Ah! Do me a favor, Marshal. Let's talk about this tomorrow.

-[ Sighs ]

♪

-I really am going to miss you!

-Ah!

-[ Speaks indistinctly ] -Thank you, Fred.

Why don't you go and have another drink, eh?

-Oh, I'll just do that. Oh!

-So why don't you just go on over there?

-Good evening, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, good evening, Mr. Heenan.

-You having a good time?

-Oh, I am. I am, Mr. Heenan.

Some kind stranger left a little bundle

all tied up real pretty yesterday.

-You don't say? -Yeah, I do say.

-Can we settle on the 15 words of sentiment?

-Uh, let's see here. Uh...

"Untimely plucked from this earth

at the tender age of 51."

And put down, uh,

whatever's the date tomorrow.

[ Cheering ]

-Your attention, uh, ladies and gentlemen!

Shh!

Let's drink to Danny Wilson!

-Hooray! -Yay!

Who can talk a deacon out of a collection plate

and make him mortgage the church!

Yes, he can do it! [ Cheers and laughter ]

Danny, yeah! [ Laughs ]

I give you the fastest talking,

the slickest con man that ever lived!

Cut off his youth...

[ Crying ] in the flower of his youth

before he had a chance to even...

[ Crying ]

-And put down,

"He was widely lamented."

-Well, good morning, Danny.

-Good morning, Miss Russell.

-Well, you're up early,

considering the night before you've had.

-Ah, well, as the old saying goes, the early bird...

-Mm, how about some coffee?

-That sure would hit the spot! -[ Chuckles ]

Oh, my, you're certainly glowing this morning.

-I guess that describes the way I feel, all right. I...

-Danny.

Danny? -[ Groans ]

-I'm -- I'm going to go get Doc.

-[ Strained voice ] No! No.

No, I'll be all right.

It's -- it's just a little of the night before,

that's...that's all.

-Danny! Th--th-- they're coming!

-Oh! Oh!

Oh, Miss Russell, we can't miss this!

[ Band playing "Danny Boy" ]

♪

-Oh, no!

-Oh, it's grand!

It's -- it's grand!

-[ Laughs ] Danny!

-Excuse me.

-Come on, Danny! [ Laughs ]

Right here, right here!

♪

♪

-Hey, that's -- that's Danny Wilson!

Danny Wilson! [ Laughs ]

Danny! That's him!

That's Danny!

Hi, Miss Jeanie! Danny Wilson! [ Laughs ]

-Well, today is the day I think I've seen just about everything,

but I don't believe it.

-I don't either, but there it is.

♪

-Are you going to walk down, uh, Danny,

or are you going to use the buggy you for ya?

-Huh? -Down to the church.

Are you walkin' down?

-I doubt if I'll be walkin', Indiana.

But I'll see you there, at the church.

-Well, Mr. Heenan, it's quite a day.

-Let's talk about tonight, and just what time

you plan to live up to our little deal.

-Deal?

Don't tell me you're the one who sent me

the matching halves to those bills.

You mean you thought our little "for instance" talk

was serious?

-Listen, Wilson, I don't like games.

-Well, I don't like games either, Mr. Heenan.

Life is a very serious thing. You should consider that fact.

Oh. Are you gonna buy me a drink?

-Sure. Sure, I'll buy you a drink.

A real expensive one.

The price is $2,000.

-You know, Mr. Heenan, it's a very strange thing.

Man looking at his last drink.

-$2,000.

-Which of course, I don't have.

-Hmm.

You know, you seem to like quotes.

Remember the one about the man payin' a piper?

-Oh, yeah.

Yes, I remember it.

Mmm. Ahh.

[ Sets down shot glass ]

You know, Mr. Heenan,

you're soon to become a very remarkable man,

someone who'll have a tremendous influence on my destiny.

-Yeah.

And you have just 1 hour to come up with that money.

-Oh, 1 hour to live?

Very gracious, Mr. Heenan.

You have the thanks of a dying man.

One, you have given me

the finest wake and funeral a man could wish for.

And two, I have taken you.

Yes, Mr. Heenan, you've been had,

and in such grand style.

-Why, you! [ Grunts ]

Get out!

-Seems to me you're always throwing me

out of your establishment.

Well, so be it. -Wilson?

- Yes?

-Remember about payin' that piper.

-I'll try to keep it in mind.

-And oh, yes, Mr. Heenan, uh, basically I'm an honest man.

I don't like people who hire killers,

so I'm gonna sit down with the marshal

and have a long conversation with him about the $2,000.

And after our little chat,

he'll have a little talk with the characters in the jail.

And that'll lead to a contact with St. Louis.

And, inevitably...

Good day, Mr. Heenan.

-Goodbye, Mr. Wilson.

[ Gunshot ]

[ Women scream ]

-He tried to rob my place.

-[ Weakly ] Marshal...

the $2,000...

He -- he paid me to kill you.

-Festus, lock him up.

-All right, let's go.

♪

-I took him. [ Exhales sharply ]

I took Heenan.

I beat you, too, Doc.

Gonna die my way.

But I have the biggest gravestone you ever saw,

bigger than anything on Boot Hill.

I imagine everyone will make sure.

I could...

take you for anything you've got right now.

-You sure could, Danny.

-It works out real nice.

You know, Miss Russell,

it's positively indecent,

me dying such a happy man.

-Hey, Danny!

Hey, Danny!

They're waitin' for you at the church!

Where's Danny?

Danny Wilson, where are you?

Danny Wilson, where are you?

-That's the most relevant question I've ever heard.

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