Original subtitles

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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."