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♪

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

♪

♪

-Hello.

-Hello.

-What kind of uniform is that?

-An Indian policeman's.

-I didn't know there were any
Indian policemans around Dodge.

-There aren't.

I come from an Apache
reservation in Arizona.

-What's your name?

-Sergeant Hawk.

What's yours?

-Amos. Amos Clifford.

You don't look like an Apache.

-Have you ever seen an Apache
before?

-No, but I've seen lots of
other Indians around Dodge City.

And you don't look
like any of them either.

-Amos! Amos!

We're ready to leave now!

-I'm coming, sis!

-Better hurry.

-Pa's going to Dodge
to catch the stage.

And I'm driving the buckboard.

Bye, Sergeant Hawk.

Come on, Sam!

-Goodbye, Amos.

-I wish you were goin' with me,
Phoebe.

-I wish so, too.

-Here we are, Pa.

-I'm ready, Pa.

-All right. Climb on in.

We'll see what kind
of a job you can do.

-Come on. Come on.

Take good care of yourself,
dear.

-Now, Dave, don't you worry.
We'll be all right.

-It's gonna be a long week.

-For me, too.

-Pa, hurry up!

You'll miss the stage!

-All right, son.

I'll be right with you.
Bye-bye.

[ Birds cawing ]

[ Hooves clomping ]

[ Chickens clucking ]

-I watched your family
drive away.

Thought this might be
a good chance to talk to you.

They call me Hawk.

♪

♪

♪

-Hello, Festus.

-Well, howdy, Dave.

I just seen Amos
and Miss Rachel a-headin' out.

That little old Amos
is settin' up there prouder

than a banty rooster a-handlin'
them reins.

-Well, I had them leave now so
they could get home 'fore dark.

-Oh, where you headin', Dave?

-Omaha. A cattle sale,

I-I expect to be gone
about a week.

-You sure look mighty doody
in your Sunday duds.

Pretty near like one
of them big city fellers.

-Thanks for the compliment.
By the way, Festus,

if you get around our place
while I'm gone,

I'd sure appreciate it
if you'd look in on Phoebe.

-Oh, 'course I will.
I'll make it my business,

'specially
with Phoebe being the best cook

in this part of the country.

-All aboard.
-Well, Dave, have a good trip.

-Thanks, Festus.
See you in about a week.

-You betcha.

-Well,
if it ain't old Sergeant Hawk.

-Good to see you, Festus.
-Good to see you, too.

-Is the Marshal in?
-He sure is.

He'll be tickled
to see you, too, come on in.

Matthew, look here
what the cat drug in.

-Well, Sergeant, haven't seen
you around here for a long time.

-Almost 3 years, Marshal.

-Well, looks like
you've been spending

some time in the saddle.

-Yeah, I've been in on the trail
through the North Hills

for a month.

Some of my own people...

Four renegades
robbed a reservation agent.

-How 'bout a cup
of coffee, Hawk?

-Oh, thank you, Festus.

-Well,
anything we can do to help ya?

-That's why I came in.

This bunch is tired of having me
on their heels day and night.

-Are they gonna make a stand?

-A stand is not exactly
the word for Apache renegades.

They've been layin'
false trails,

backtrackin',
hopin' to ambush me.

What I need is one man with me
circlin' the trails I scout.

With one good man
who knows the hills,

I think we can box them in.

-Well, how about Festus here?

He knows those hills better
than anybody else around here.

-I'll sure be glad to go
with you, Hawk.

-Good, can we start a little
after first light?

-I'll be right out yonder
in the street waitin' for you.

-Marshal.
-Good luck, Sergeant.

-Thanks.

-Matthew,
that there is one fella

that I sure wouldn't want
on my trail.

-Mm, yeah,
agree with you there, Festus.

When he's trackin' somebody,
he's more Apache than white man.

♪

[ Knock on door ]

-I'm sorry about this morning.
I...

I didn't mean to frighten you.

-What are you doing here?

What do you want from me?

-Just want to see you,
talk to you.

-Why? It's been over 20 years.

-Is it so strange a son
wants to see his mother?

-I'm not your mother.
I was never your mother.

I bore you, and that's all.

I was 16 years old
when your people captured me.

My mother and my father were
hacked to death before my eyes.

-A lot of terrible things
happened in those days.

A lot has to be forgiven
and forgotten on both sides.

-You were a year old
when the soldiers came.

You were an Apache.

And I was so glad
to leave you behind.

I was so ashamed
of what had happened to me.

I only wanted to forget it,
to forget you.

-And were you able to forget?

-I had to forget so that
I could have a life again.

And my husband
knows nothing about you.

And it's too late to tell him
now after all of these years.

We're a happy family.

I will not let you destroy that.

-I don't want
to destroy your happiness.

Three times before,
I've been up this way.

I came by your house each time.

-Don't you ever
come to my house again.

Do you hear me?

-I only watched you.

Once I saw you at supper
with your family.

I saw my brother and my sister.

-Don't you call yourself
their brother.

You have nothing
to do with my children.

-That's a lie.

We have the same blood.

-No, you don't.

There's no Apache blood in them.

Their father is
a good, gentle man.

-Their father. Well,
my father also was a good man.

-Was he?

I don't know
who your father was.

How could you?

♪

-[ Cries ]

♪

-You're up kind of early.

-Doc, I'm fixin' to meet
Sergeant Hawk in a little bit.

We're goin' out
and doin' some hill trailin'.

-Well, come on, let's see

if Kitty won't pour us a cup
of coffee.

That smells mighty good, Kitty.

-Thank you.

-Hey, tastes good, too.
-Much obliged, Miss Kitty.

-Mm, you're so welcome.

-Well, Festus,
you act like you got somethin'

on your mind for a change.

What is it?

-I don't know, Doc.
I just don't know.

-Well,
what is it you don't know?

-Well --
-Wait a minute.

Maybe just better tell us
what you do know,

and then it
won't take quite so long.

-All right, Doc. I ain't
in no polly-foxing mood now.

-Doc, will you --
will you just wait a minute?

Uh, sounds serious, Festus.

-Well, uh, I just don't know
that neither, Miss Kitty.

It's somethin' that I know
that I just don't know about.

And it's somethin' that a feller
hadn't ought to even talk about.

-Well, I'd say that he's --
he's going a pretty good job

of not talking about it.

-Doc, will you just hush up?

Uh, Festus is it anything
we can help you with you?

-Well, I just don't know,
Miss Kitty.

-Well, there, you see?
He's doin' it again.

-All right. All right.

I kinda promised Dave Clifford

that I'd keep an eye
out on his family

whilst he's out of town.

And right off the bat, somethin'
pops up that I...

Well, that I just
don't know about.

-For heaven's sake, would you
get around to something

that you do know something about
that you can us?

-D-D-Doc!

-Well, good heavens!

-Festus, is there something --

is there some trouble out
at the Clifford farm?

-No, not at the farm, no, ma'am.

Well, maybe you could tell me
if --

if you figured it'd be all right
for me to --

to tell you about somethin'
that I seen or maybe

that I hadn't ought to be
sayin' nothin' about at all.

-Uh, you mean it's something
that's confidential?

-Well, yes'm,
I reckon you could --

-Well, for heaven's sake
if you want some advice,

why don't you just
come right out and ask?! You --

-All -- all right.
All right.

Last night, late,

I seen Phoebe Clifford come
a-drivin' her wagon into town.

And she drawed it up
on the dark place on the street

like she didn't want to be saw.

And then she pulled this here
lacy thing down over her face.

And then she kinda
went walkin' over to the hotel.

Actual what she done,
she went into the hotel

like she didn't want nobody
to be seein' what she was doin'.

Don't you see?

-You oughta be
ashamed of yourself.

-Why?

-Passin' a story
like that around.

-Well, it's true, Doc.
If I'm lyin', I'm dyin'.

-I don't care
if it's true or not!

It's none of your business.
It's Phoebe Clifford's business.

And I'm not saying

that what she's doin'
is right or wrong --

-Well, I ain't sayin' that she
done nothin' wrong neither.

But you wanted me
to tell you, and I did.

-Well, I never expected
that you'd get mixed up

in any back-fence gossip.
That's for ladies!

-Well, Doc, I didn't want
to tell you in the first place.

And I let you know
right at the start

that I know'd somethin'
that I didn't know about.

-No, now, wait, you're not
gonna start that with me again.

I'm not gonna stay here
and listen to --

I've got a patient
I've got to take care of.

And I'm gonna do it right now

so that I don't wind up
in worse shape than he is.

-You already are,
you ol' knot-head...

-Eh, Festus, Festus,
just sit down.

Now -- now, just calm down now,
uh...

-Well, Miss Kitty,

I ain't wantin' to start
no story about Phoebe Clifford.

-I know.
-I was just wonderin'

if the woman ain't in trouble.
-I...

-That's all
I'm wondering about.

-I understand.
But, now, look, Festus.

Now if Phoebe is in some kind
of trouble,

then, well, maybe you
just ought to wait until she --

until she decides
to say somethin' about it.

All right?

-Yes'm.

-Now, now, you just sit here
and drink you coffee and --

or help yourself some --
to some water, if you want.

And I'll be back in a while.
All right?

-Yes'm.
-Okay.

♪

[ Chickens clucking ]

-There's your breakfast, Sam.

This time don't slop it
all over.

-Good morning, Mama.

-Good morning.

-What are you lookin' at?

-Oh, just the morning.

-Is it gonna be a nice day?

-It looks like it.

-Did you have a good visit
with Miss Oakes last night?

-Yes. Yes, I did.

-Oh, Mama,
I know what's wrong with you.

You miss Papa.

-Yes, I-I don't know
what to do without him.

-Well, it's a good thing
he doesn't go away very often.

You'd be downright miserable.

-Yes, I would.

-I sure hope it that's way
with me when I get married.

-Which way is that?

-Two people sharing themselves,
I mean, so completely.

Most people, even when they're
married, don't know each other.

But everything important to you
is important to Papa.

And everything
about Pa's important to you.

I guess I mean you don't pretend
with each other.

-Why don't you call Amos
for breakfast?

And, uh, see if we got any eggs
in the barn.

-Hold up, Festus.

We head to the north.

-Well, I just wantin' to stop
by the Clifford place.

It ain't but a minute
or two from here.

-I'll meet you
on the North Trail.

-Hawk, that there don't appear
too smart to me, us separatin'.

'Sides, I know a shortcut
from the Clifford place

up to them North Trails.

Come on.

[ Chickens clucking ]

-Hello, Festus.

-Mornin', Amos, Miss Rachel.

-Mornin', Festus.

-Amos, I believe you put on
an inch or two

since I was out here last.

Why, if I didn't know you was 8,

I'd swear you was 10,
goin' on 11.

-I'm 9, going on 10!

Hello, Sergeant Hawk!

-Mornin'.

-Sergeant Hawk
is an Apache policeman.

We met yesterday.

-Pleased to know you,
Sergeant Hawk.

-Ma'am.

-Festus, you came by
just in time for breakfast.

-Oh, well, foot, Miss Rachel,

we -- we didn't just come by
for no breakfast.

-You're havin' sausage meat
and eggs and hot muffins!

-And you can tell some
Indian stories, Sergeant Hawk.

-Now, just wouldn't be polite to
turn down an invite like that.

Would it, Hawk?

-Rachel, you and Amos
get to the table.

We've -- we've got a lot
of things to do today.

-Ma, we've just invited Festus
and Sergeant Hawk to breakfast.

-Uh, Festus,
it'll have to be another time.

There's just not enough food
prepared.

-Oh, fiddle.
That's all right, Miss Clifford.

We -- we wasn't too hungry
no how.

-Mother.

-Get in the house, Rachel,
and get Amos fed.

-Fact is, Miss Clifford,

only's reason we came by is
'cause I kinda promised Dave

that I'd keep an eye out

'case you was
to be a-needin' anything.

-Thank you, Festus.
Everything is just fine.

-Yes'm.

-Amos?

-I'll bet he knows a lot
of stories about Indian fights.

-Amos, come on in the house.

-Hawk, I feel bad that got
embarrassing back there.

But you could see
that Miss Clifford

was a little bit out of sorts.

-Let's get on.

-I wish Sergeant Hawk
lived around Dodge.

We're almost friends.

I mean,
if we got to know each other,

then we could become friends.

-A little less talkin' would
get the day started sooner.

-When I get big, that's what
I'm going to be, a lawman.

Go all over and visit places
Sergeant Hawk comes from,

track Indians maybe.

-Amos, finish your breakfast.

We've got a lot of chores
to get done.

-Aren't you eating, Ma?
-No, I am not hungry.

Now, uh, when you finish eating,
I want you to clean the barn.

-I'm finished now.
Could I go fishing later?

-Sure,
if you've finished cleaning it.

-It will be.

-All right. Rachel, say it.

-Ma, that was more
than just plain rude.

I know you don't like Indians.
But to act the way you did,

and right in front
of the Sergeant...

-I didn't want him
in this house.

There's no other way to put it.

-And to embarrass Festus
the way you did,

after all the times
he did you and Pa favors.

-All right, Rachel.
Now we've said it.

Now let's forget it.

-I know what happened
to your Pa and Ma.

But you can't keep hating
all Indians for what happened.

-I can keep hating all Indians.
I do hate them.

-But it happened so long ago.

-You've got to forget someday.

-Forget, forget, forget,
would you?

-I think so. At least,

I wouldn't be holding it
against every Indian that --

-I was your age.

I was held captive for 2 years.

-But you always said it was
the same day the soldiers came.

-I lied. Even your father
doesn't know that I lied.

That's right.
I was a captive for 2 years.

I was a slave
in that Indian village.

Now, my daughter,

you're old enough to have
a woman's understanding.

Just how quickly do you think
that you'd be forgetting?

♪

♪

-Well, they ate here last night.

-Jackrabbit.

Uh-oh. Looks like they washed it
down with this.

-Whiskey in 'em.

[ Clink ]

That's something
I hadn't counted on.

Let's go, Festus.

-Whoa, Hawk. Fresh blood,

this here limb's
been busted off, too.

-Another false trail, probably
cut himself deliberately.

-They got theirselves

all kinds of little ol' tricks,
ain't they?

-True trail heads this way.
They use that for cover.

They may be splitting up.

-Well, this here brush runs on
through there quite a ways

till it hits a gully
on the other side.

-Why don't you circle
'round that gully, Festus?

If they're in there, I can flush
'em out in your direction.

-Now, Hawk,
I don't like to see you

being goin' in there
by yourself.

This here ain't quail
we're flushin' out, you know?

-Yeah, I know what they are,
Festus.

I think we're close.
I'll get 'em through.

♪

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Gunshots ]

-[ Panting ]
Never mind me. Get after them.

-Leave you here
to bleed to death?

No, sir, we're gonna
get you to old Doc.

We'll get them later.
[ Grunts ]

-[ Grunting ]

-Festus, what happened?

-Sergeant Hawk.
He got bushwhacked.

Is -- is your ma around?

-Well, she and Amos
went out after the cow.

She busted loose.

-Well,
he can't go no much further

with the blood he's losing.

I was hopin'
you could bed him down here

till I can go fetch Doc
and Matthew.

-Well, let me help.

-Now, Amos, you see that that
barn door is closed hereafter.

Now, come on, run along, go.

-She sure likes to take walks
for herself.

-Ma, you better tear up
a sheet for bandages.

-Why? What happened?
-Sergeant Hawk's been shot.

Festus rode to town
to fetch the doctor.

He's been unconscious
since Festus brought him in.

-Why is he here? Why didn't
Festus ride on with him?

-Mother!
-Why is he here?

-He'd have died
before reaching Dodge!

Ma, we got any kind of medicine
to clean the wound?

I'm needin' your help!

Ma! He's a human being,
not a dog!

[ Bird calling ]

[ Bird continues calling ]

At least the bleeding
has stopped.

-It'll be 2 hours
or more before Festus

gets back here with Dr. Adams.

-He may not be able
to leave even then.

-Got the water, Ma.
Want me to put it on the stove?

-Yes, please, I'm sure that
Dr. Adams will need a lot

when he gets here.

-I don't know
what else we can do for him.

-Don't move, Sergeant Hawk.
You've been wounded.

You've lost a lot of blood.

Festus is on his way to Dodge

to fetch the marshal
and the doctor.

So just lie still
until they get here.

-I'm sorry.

I never meant to come back here.

[ Bird calling ]

They followed.

-What? Who followed?

-The renegades
we were tracking.

-What are you doing?

-Renegades, what kind?

-Apache, just get...

-Apache? You let Apaches
track you to my house?

-Mother!
-Rachel, get you father's gun.

Amos,
close and bolt the shutters

in the bedroom now, quickly!

-What for, Ma?

-Amos, do as I say. Hurry!

♪

-Rachel!

Rachel, get in here!

Now bolt the shutters
over there, that far window!

[ Chickens clucking ]

-The great Hawk -- send him out!

[ Slams window shut ]

-Send Hawk, or you sorry!

-It sounds
like they're in the woods.

-[ Grunting ]

-Oh, no, you can't get up.
You can't.

-They've been drinkin'.
Means they could do anything.

-You send Hawk,
or we burn house!

-Everything's locked up, Ma.
Sergeant Hawk!

-I have to get out there.

-You can't do any such thing!

-You don't understand the kind
of people we're dealing with.

-I do. Now, Rachel,
you get away from that door.

-Ma, what are you saying?

-I say that
he is going out there

because we have got ourselves
to think about.

-Ma, you can't mean that!

-I can help fight, Ma.

-Nobody is going
to do any fighting.

Now, I know what those people
out there can do.

So does he.

Now, you can go
along the side of the house

into the woods at back.

-Ma, how could you?!
How could you?!

-Rachel, you don't know
what Apaches can do.

-But it's like killing him
ourselves. It's like --

-I've got my own
to think about, my own children!

-Your mother's right, miss.
[ Panting ]

-Oh, Amos, help me.

-You come out, Hawk.
We give one minute.

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Glass shatters, gunshot ]

[ Gunshots ]

-They're in the barn!

[ Click ]

-You hear?

Send us the Hawk!

-We've got to get him back
to bed!

He's bleeding again!

-Amos, now you stay watch here.

You watch the barn.

And if anything moves,
you call me.

All right?

♪

[ Chickens clucking ]

[ Laughter,
indistinct conversation ]

-If they show face,
I'll sure show them.

-You're not the least bit
afraid, are you, son?

-Just Indians,
and we've got guns.

-Just Indians.

-Remember all the stories
Pa used to tell me goin' to bed?

Times he was fightin' Indians.

-But they were stories.

-I know.

-Now if you see anything move,
you call me.

-You mean I can't shoot?

-You call me.

[ Water splashes ]

-Where are they now?
-Still in the barn.

-I placed you all in danger,
Miss Clifford.

-Nothing you could help.

And maybe you should be
calling me Rachel.

I mean,
when people are in a fix,

it's seems to me
we should be using first names.

-Rachel.

-How did you become
an Indian policeman?

I mean, there aren't many
Indians who do that, are there?

-There are many Indian
policemen on the reservation.

-Well, how did you become one?

I-I mean, maybe...

What's it like growing up
on a reservation?

-Actually,
I spent very little time there.

My father died when I was 10.

I had no mother.

Kind of running wild, I guess.

Finally got caught stealing
from a store down in Tombstone.

Turned out to be the best thing
that ever happened to me.

This priest from
the mission school took me in.

So I got an education.

When I was old enough,
I joined the police force.

That's about it.

I finally had a sense
of belonging someplace.

-You said your father died,
but you had no mother.

You mean she died, too,
don't you?

-No. She, uh...

She disappeared
when I was about a year old.

-Then you don't remember her?

-Strange, but I do.

-Ma! Ma!

[ Gunshots ]

-Give me that.

[ Gunshots, gun cocks ]

[ Gun cocking, gunshots ]

-I thought
that they'd set it afire

and push it against the house.

-They want no fire.
Might be seen.

While you were using the rifles
on the wagon,

they slipped out of the barn.

-Rachel, get to the other end
of the house, the shutters.

Now, see that they
don't break in.

And, Amos,
you watch from your room.

What do you think
that they'll do now?

-[ Breathing heavily ]

May be on their minds
to wait till dark.

[ Strained voice ] I hope it is.

-Why did you lie to my daughter?

You don't remember me.

-I remember you,

maybe not your face
or how things were...

But your warmth.

I grew up
thinking about you often.

Sometimes I even...thought I...
knew how you looked,

the person who...

would cry when we met again.

You didn't cry.

-[ Whispers ] Sam!

[ Lowered voice ] Come on, Sam!

[ Whimpering ]

Sam!

[ Whimpering continues ]

Come on, Sam.

That's a fella.

[ Whimpering continues ]

Come on --

♪

Ma!

-Ma, where Amos?

-He's in his room.

-I thought I heard him calling.

-Amos.

Amos!

-Oh, no.

-Ma!

-Oh, dear God.

-You stay still!

We trade now for Hawk!

We trade!

-[ Gasps ]

[ Closes window ]

-Where are you going?!
-I have to go out there.

-They'll kill you!

-But it's Amos out there!

-You send out Hawk,
we give boy back!

Hawk?

-You'll have to help me
open the door.

-[ Cries ] I can't.

Oh, I can't. I can't. I can't.

Oh, Hawk, I am so sorry.

-You come, Hawk, now!

-Ohh.

[ Crying ]

♪

-You come here, Hawk.

We go to mountains.

-Let the boy go.

-First, you come.

-I'm standing here
where you can shoot me.

I want the boy free.

-We no shoot Hawk.

We go to mountains.

There Hawk cry like breed.

[ Horse nickers, bird calls ]

-Matthew, Injun ponies.

-We'll leave the horses here.

-You come.

-Hiding behind a boy.

-Caballos!

You stay, wait for horses.

♪

-[ Grunts ]

-Come on, Festus.

-Small Wolf has stopped
hiding behind women's skirts.

He now uses frightened boys.

-I'm not scared.

-[ Grunts ]

-[ Grunting ]

-You all right here, boy?

-It's all right, Ma.

Amos is all right.

And so is your other son.

-Well, Hawk,
you're in pretty good shape.

You can head out anytime
you want to,

as far as I'm concerned.
-Well, that's good news, Doc.

It's not that I
don't like your hospitality.

-I know what you mean.

-Well, what's the verdict?

-He's gonna be all right.

-Doc says I can head
to Arizona.

-Good, glad to hear it.

-Hey, Hawk,
if you was figurin' on droppin'

by the Clifford place
on your way out --

-No reason for that.
We said our goodbyes.

-Well, I was fixin'
to save you some trouble.

See, I-I just seen Phoebe

and the young'uns
come into town.

Dave's comin' in
on the stage today.

-Thanks for everything.
-Don't mention it.

-Well, good luck to you.

-Appreciate you transporting
my prisoners for me.

Makes an easier ride back.

Festus...thank you.

-Good luck to you, Hawk.

I don't know.

There's somethin'
I just don't know about.

-What's that?
-Oh...

-Well...
-No, no, no, Matt!

Don't ask him anything like...
Oh, that...

I'm gettin' out of here.
And I'd advise you...

-Wait just a minute, Doc.

♪

-Leaving now, Sergeant Hawk?

-On my way, Amos.

-Want you to know
I wasn't scared at all, no time.

-You didn't even have
to tell me that.

-When I get big,
I'll bet we'll meet again.

-I'm going to be a marshal,
riding all around.

-You'd make a good marshal,
Amos, no question about it.

-And maybe you and me,

I mean, someday I'll bet
I'll be down in Arizona.

And we'll meet
and maybe ride together.

And maybe you'll be
telling me Indian stories.

-I'm sure we'll meet again,
Amos.

Goodbye, Amos. You!
-Goodbye, Sergeant Hawk.

♪

-Thank you.

-Dave.

-[ Laughs ] Phoebe, oh,
it's so good to see you.

-Welcome!
-Hello, Rachel.

-Was it a good trip?
-Yes, I think it was.

-I think the sale
went very well.

-Are we gonna see you again?

-Not likely I'll get
around this way again.

-You could write me.

-Not much on writin',
Miss Clifford.

-I thought it was "Rachel."

-Rachel.

I'm glad
to have known you, Rachel.

[ Horse blusters ]

-Matthew, when a feller
knows somethin'

that he just don't know about,

well, then he just plain old
don't know, right?

-Yeah, well, that makes a lot
of sense. I...

-Just hold on here a minute,
now hold on.

I'm gonna tell you somethin'
right now that you should know

but you don't,
but I'm gonna tell you.

-What?
-You're standin' on my foot.

Come on, Matt.
I'll buy you a beer.

Watch where you're standing!

-Well, if you didn't have
such big, ol' blain, flat feet,

a feller could tell if he
was a-standin' on 'em or not!

Now I hope your blain beer

is just as flat
as your flat feet is.

[ Scoffs ]

You old, stingy, scampin'...
[ Muttering indistinctly ]

♪

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