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

-He don't wanna leave. -Push harder!

-Come on. Hurry up, Beatrice.

Get up there.

Come on. We'll be all mornin'.

-Somebody's comin', Ma.

-That goat,

she looks like she's all dressed up to go someplace.

-She's going to be in the fair.

-And win a blue ribbon.

-I wouldn't be surprised.

-Abelia, aren't you gonna introduce me to the children?

I'm a longtime friend of your pa's, Will Smith.

You wouldn't happen to have somethin' cold inside

to drink, would ya?

-We got some lemonade left.

-I wouldn't wanna be puttin' anybody out.

-Inside.

-Listen, good luck with that animal.

-BOTH: Thank you, Mr. Smith.

-You've been raised all right.

-You told me that you would never bother me and the kids.

That's exactly what you said!

-So, how about that lemonade, huh?

-Why'd you come back?

-What's more natural than a lovin' husband

and father wanting to know how his family's doing?

-I don't want my kids knowin' any different

than what I've told 'em.

They think their pa is dead.

-You're stayin' a widow, you got no worries on that part.

[ Chuckles ]

Abelia, I just want you to do me a little favor.

-What kind of a favor?

-Nothin' that won't keep 'til you get back.

-I promised them we'd stay overnight in Dodge.

-Fine, let 'em stay over, but I want you back

to do some talking.

-Will, you are not gonna ruin my life.

-Bea, I -- I don't wanna any part of your life.

Now, look, why don't you just go to town and get back?

We'll get our business done with,

and then...

I swear you'll never be seeing me again.

I promise.

Go on.

-Get. Hyah! Come on.

[ Theme music playing ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Hello, Burke, is that yours?

-No.

-Kind of thought I detected a family resemblance there.

-Doc. -What?

-What am I gonna do with him?

-Who? -This here tomcat.

There ain't no more pins.

-Well, what have I got to do with the pins?

Can't you read that?

I am the judge in this contest,

and, as such, I just may have to pin the blue ribbon on you

when this is all over, for stupidity.

-Aw. -Unless, of course, your mule

should decide to enter, in which case

it would make it an awful tight race

because I can't tell ya apart

except that his ears are a little bit longer.

Everything else, as I can see, is just about equal.

-All right.

From now on, I'm a fixin' to order all my pills

from the mail order house,

you old quack-quack!

[ Quacking ]

-Festus?

-Well, it's nice see you again, Abelia.

Why you two youngins,

you've growed like a couple of sunflowers.

-I brought in my billy goat, Festus.

-Think he'll win a prize?

-Oh, he's got to win a prize!

Well, I'll tell ya, I'll bet you this here goat

is gonna win the gold ribbon.

-The ribbon's blue, Festus.

-Yeah, but -- but this here goat,

he's way too fancy just to settle for a old blue ribbon.

He -- he -- he deserves somethin'

that's kind of shimmerty and shiny like a gold ribbon.

-First prize is $10!

-Well, that's just as good as in your pocket right now.

-You shouldn't build their hopes up too high, Festus.

-Oh, I ain't a-joshin' ya, Abelia.

That there is a pearl-button bangled billy.

Bring him on back here, darlin'.

Let's get him off there, get him back down here.

We got to get him ready for this here show, ya know,

when old Doc starts judgin'.

Uh, uh, you don't get to town too often do ya, Abelia?

-Well, raising youngins is kind of time consumin'.

-Oh, ain't that the truth.

'Course...

I ain't never had the pleasure of raising no youngins,

but...

School going good for you two, is it?

-I don't like school.

-Don't like school?

Why, golly Bill,

when I was goin' to sch--

[ Goat bleats ]

Well, that's kind of a long drawed-out story there.

Y'all fixin' to be in town all day, are ya?

-Ma Smalley invited us to stay the night.

-Except I have to go back to the farm for somethin'.

-Oh, well, that's a shame.

I -- I was hopin' that y'all could have some vittles

with me directly.

-Not tonight, Festus, maybe tomorrow.

-You put that down in your little book now.

We'll all have vittles together tomorrow.

-By golly, you know what I think?

I think that Festus is getting interested in knowing

that Johnson widow a little better, don't you?

-I'll tell ya one thing, those kids

of hers sure admire him, don't they?

-Well, he better kind of watch his step.

There's nothing like single bliss, I say.

But, of course, guess you know all about that.

-Well, no, not necessarily, but I'd be willing to hear

all about it from you over that beer you promised me.

-Did I promise you that?

-Why, you losin' your memory now too, Judge?

-Come on.

-Whoa.

-That's a fast trip.

-Now...

What is this favor you want me to do for you?

-It's real nice, Bea.

You always had a way of making a place seem real warm.

-I want you gone, Will.

-It's funny.

I remember a time when you just couldn't wait

for me to get home.

-Oh, you don't have to remind me about waitin' up nights

for you.

-Yeah, well,

there's a lot of things about me I never understood.

And I think it's maybe the liquor,

not bein' able to handle it.

Although I gotta say, Missouri prison kind of

took away my taste for the liquor.

-Prison? -Five years.

Bea, I was on a stagecoach coming out of St. Louis.

I knew that the strongbox had gold in it,

so I took the chance.

I come away with pretty near 10,000 in gold coin.

They caught up with me, but they never got the gold.

-Robbing is something you never did.

-Well, there's a first time for just about everything.

-You just tell me what it is you want and get out of here!

-Wow...

You sure held onto your looks, Bea.

You look good...

Real good.

-I got nothin' left for you, Will.

I lost all that a long time ago.

-Nothin' left, huh?

You sure about that?

I know you better than you know yourself.

-Be a real easy answer for me, Will.

-So much for my spur-of-the-moment thoughts.

All right, Bea, listen. I can't leave a trail of gold

all the way to the Mexican border.

Just be an open invitation for the law to follow me.

What do you know about the Bull's Head Saloon in Dodge?

-I don't know nothin' about no saloons.

-Yeah, well, a man named Bull Anders runs the place.

I heard up there in the Missouri prison

he's always on the lookout for a loose dollar,

and I want you to take this to him.

There's 500 here.

You could pick 300 in paper.

-Do you think that I --

-I think we're agreein' on one thing.

I mean, you want me on my way south, right?

Unless you don't care if I just hang around for another week

or two.

So, you come back with some travelin' money I can use,

and you won't be seein' me again.

But you give me any problems, Bea, and you're gonna --

you're gonna have a lot of explainin' to do to those kids.

-People are gonna think it's funny that I'm leavin'

my kids, come drivin' back out here tonight.

-I'll just come back tomorrow.

I don't care what ya do.

I could do with a good night's sleep.

-I don't want ya in my house.

-All right.

Look for me up along the ridge.

You remember the ridge, don't ya, Bea?

-Evenin'.

-Glass of wine, please.

-Never seen nothin' so beautified.

Thinkin' on buying you that wine.

-Would you just go away, please?

-Was thinking maybe you was lonely as me.

-Good-bye.

-What's on your mind?

-I have something to sell.

-I'm listening.

-It's gold.

It's $500 worth.

-What's wrong with it?

-Oh, I've had it a long time,

and I didn't want any questions asked.

-Never been in circulation?

-No, I guess not.

-What are you askin' for it?

-I have to have $300.

-Say 200 and I think we're in business.

-Oh, maybe that would be all right.

-Come back tomorrow, use the back door here.

-Tomorrow? -After the bank opens.

I don't keep any cash on hand.

See ya tomorrow.

-'Belia?

Evenin', Abelia.

-Festus.

-It's, uh, kind of a nice evenin', ain't it?

-Yes, it's warmin' up a bit.

-I just was fixin' to go get myself a swaller of coffee.

Reckon you'd wanna join up with me?

-No, thank you.

I gotta get back to my kids.

-Evenin', Deputy.

-This sure just don't make a lick of sense.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-All right, thank you. A-and furthermore,

I want you all to know that every animal in this contest

has got an equal chance, no matter how big or how small.

-Yay!

-I just hope that skunk don't get too unhappy.

All right!

I am the sole judge in this contest, as you can see,

and I've made my decision.

[ Animal bleating ]

Shut up. You sound like Festus.

Now, the town council

may not be too happy with what I'm about to do

because they're puttin' up all the money, you see.

But here's my decision.

I'm gonna award every animal here a semifinal ribbon

and the dollar bill that goes along with it.

-Yay!

-Be right back in a minute.

-I can see right now I'm probably gonna be

up half the night figuring out a grand-prize winner.

-How much more gold you got?

-None.

-Now, you came in here last night testing

whether you could sell gold or not.

You tested.

Now, I'm buying all you got.

-I haven't got any more.

-You know, I think I'll tell the marshal

about our little transaction.

That way, it keeps me in the clear.

-I wish you wouldn't.

Please.

I haven't got very much.

-How much?

-A thousand dollars.

-Don't bring it into town.

No sense letting people see us together, huh?

You know that Sloan shack outside of town?

-Sort of. -I'll be there at midnight.

You get 300 in spending cash.

No questions.

-I'm sorry, Abelia, I didn't mean to scare ya.

-Thank you, Festus.

-Abelia?

I don't wanna appear meddlesome or nothin' like that.

But have you've got some kind of worrisome problem

that maybe I could help ya with?

-No, no problem. Thank you.

-Denver Mint, minted 10 years ago.

Did Bull Anders give you any idea where he got these?

-Well, he made a point,

I thought, of mentioning that he won them from a drifter

about a month ago. -Yeah.

Meaning that I'd have no way of tracing it.

You have any record of his deposits or withdrawals

the past month or so? -Oh, I can tell you right off,

there's been no activity in Bull Anders' account

for the past 3 months.

Then you think this might be stolen gold?

-Well, I dunno. I sure don't buy that story

about his getting 'em off a drifter.

But it's the same story I'll get if I try to talk to him.

Look, just hold on to these, will ya?

I'm gonna do a little checkin' around.

-Matthew, you just can't be a-pointin' your finger

at Abelia.

-Well, here's about as close as I can come right here.

Six years back, Deadwood Stage robbed, newly minted gold.

-Well, it'll be all over town if you was to bring her in here

and start asking her questions

about passin' stole gold, don't ya see?

-Festus, I am aware of that as you are.

But when Bull Anders

takes gold coins to the bank and exchanges it for paper,

and then Abelia Johnson is seen leaving his place with what has

to be that same paper money, what am I supposed to think?

-Well, Matthew, I'm gonna ask you a favor,

and you know I don't do this too often.

-What's that?

-Well, now --now, you know that Abelia ain't fixin'

to run off or nothin' like that.

And I'll just bet ya,

me knowin' her and them youngins like I do,

that I could come up with an answer.

-All right, I'll tell ya what I'll do.

I'm gonna wire Deadwood anyway and get some more information

on this robbery, who was involved in it and so forth.

Now, that'll probably take about 24 hours.

Anything you can come up with in that time, fine.

-Well, uh,

that billy goat of yours, a prize goat like that,

I reckon you got a prize special stall

built for him in the barn, ain't ya?

-Nothing special.

-Why, a prize winnin' goat like that oughta have a prize stall.

-What's a prize stall?

-Why, it ain't nothin' to build one.

I -- I could go out yonder

and have that thing built before sundown tonight.

-I wouldn't want you to go to all that trouble, Festus.

-Would a special prize stall be good for a pig?

-A pig? -We were gonna enter her, too,

in the fair, except she never grew up right.

-She's too small.

-Oh, fiddle, that don't make no never mind.

You mean you've raised yourself a special porky

and you've never even brung her in to the fair

to win the -- maybe the top blue ribbon prize?

-Told you we shoulda entered her.

-Well, it ain't too late.

-Two chances to win?

-You bet ya! You know what I'm fixin' to do?

I'm fixin' to follow you all right on back to the farm.

I'll take me a look at little miss porky.

And if she looks like a prize winner,

I'll tote her right back in here to the town

and I'll tell old Doc

that he's got hisself some more judgin' to do.

-Festus.

-'Course I --I don't wanna make it appear like it I'm, uh,

invitin' myself.

-Does she, Mr. Festus? Look like a prize?

-Well, I can see why she ain't growed like she'd ought to.

See, she just don't stuff her gullet

with anything you give her to eat.

She's too intelligent for that.

See, she'll just kind of pick and choose

whatever happens to suit her fancy, don't ya see?

-Can a pig be intelligent?

-Well, of course they can.

Just --just look at her -- look at her eyeballs there.

You can tell she's just a-thinkin' away.

Look at her.

-Pie and milk's on the table.

-Ain't gonna have to call us twice for that, is she?

-What's the first thing we do, Festus?

-Well... -Give her a bath?

-Well, I reckon that could be the first thing, yeah.

-We can all help ya after supper.

-After supper?

-You're more than welcome, Festus.

-Have you ever washed a pig before, Festus?

-Well, I reckon I've did

pretty near everything there is to be did, yeah.

-You all come on and finish off this pie now

before it gets too near supper to eat.

-You youngins go on in and wash your hands.

I'll be right there.

-How's she lookin' to ya.

-She's beginning to look pretty.

-I told you she was a special kind of a pig, didn't I?

-Festus, I'm gonna go out

and check on some kindlin' wood. I'll be back, just a minute.

-Well, Abelia, I can go fetch that wood for ya.

-No, you got your hands full. It's nothin' for me to do.

-You startin' to court our ma now, Festus?

-We like you a whole lot.

-Well, I -- I like both you youngins real well too.

I tell ya, I think our little ol'

porky's about ready to dry off.

Now, get your rag ready there.

I'm gonna hand her to you.

Get your rag, darlin'.

Go ahead and dry her off real good.

I'm gonna go see if my mule needs tendin' to.

Hold her tight now.

-Sure took your time.

-Festus! She's getting away.

-She's slipping!

Hold onto her!

-She's trying to run away!

-She'll get all dirty again!

-Wrap this around her to help. She might hurt herself.

-Let me see.

-I'll feed and water your mule for ya, Festus.

-Jonathan, I'll -- I'll do --

Well, yes. real easy, real easy, now.

It's all right.

-I think Thomas likes ya.

-Thomas?

-We didn't know when we named her Thomas.

-Who is he? -I couldn't get here --

-I said, "Who is he?" -He's a deputy from Dodge.

-Deputy? -He doesn't know you're here.

He's just a friend. -Where's the money?

Did you get it? -Yeah.

But he'd only give me $200.

-That squeezes a fat profit, don't it?

-He'd get me in a lot of trouble.

-What kind of trouble?

-Well, he thinks I got more gold,

and he wants to buy it.

See, I told him I had a $1,000, I dunno why.

I was scared. -Wait a minute, wait a minute.

You mean he wants to buy a thousand in gold?

-Yeah, but I got to thinking, if you wanted more paper money,

well, maybe you could dicker with him yourself.

Then you'd get down to Mexico without any problem.

-Dicker with him where, his saloon?

-No, no, he don't want me there no more.

You know that Sloan shack west of here?

He wants me to meet him there at midnight.

-Sloan shack, huh?

-Him and me might be able to do some business at that.

-Well, Bea, I guess we won't be seein' each other again.

I guess that don't make you feel too bad, huh?

-I'd be lyin' if I said it did.

-Yeah.

-Well, got her dolled up pretty as a Christmas tree, ain't we?

Now, you just take her real gentle, honey, don't --

don't squeeze her.

Just pet her, and she'll be fine.

And I'll be back directly. You take care of her.

-I've never seen such a pretty pig.

-I thought you was fixin' to bring in an armload of kindlin'.

-Oh, I'll get it. -Just whoa up.

I think maybe it's time you and me had this little talk

about that feller up yonder on the ridge.

-I don't know what you're talking about.

-I'll tell you what I'm talkin' about,

and I'm gonna tell ya flat out.

Marshal Dillon's gonna be asking you a whole heap

of questions about where you're getting all that gold to sell.

-There's no law against sellin' gold.

-That there just depends upon where you get it at.

-It was a gift to me...

Long time ago.

I admit I wasn't sure it was come by honest

because of who give it to me.

-And -- and this here feller up there,

he had nothing to do with it at all?

-He's just a man friend that I been seein'.

-You oughta know somethin', Abelia,

you ain't even a passable liar.

-Festus, I swear to you it is all true!

Now, ever since Uncle Filleran give me that new gold

for a weddin' present, I was suspicious.

I got to figurin' maybe he might have stole it.

But, Uncle Filleran died,

and...

that secret is buried with him, as they say.

-And you been a-keepin' it all this time,

and you never once tried to use it, did ya?

-No, not until I really needed it!

Now, I admit,

I might've been wrong to sell it to that saloon feller.

Well, I've gotta go put my kids to bed.

-I felt there was a man behind her someplace.

-Just take a seat there.

-I didn't come prepared for any gunplay.

-Not gonna be any, friend.

Here to translate peaceful business.

Tell you one thing, we're gonna make a better deal

than you gave that woman.

-All right, I'm willing to talk price.

-Maybe you can save me a trip to the border.

They're paying 60 cents on the dollar down there,

can you do that good?

-How much gold you talkin' about?

-10,000, just about.

-Got it with you? -Yeah, I got it with me.

One thing is if we make a --

make a deal, how would you peddle it?

-Oh, that's easy.

I run a poker game in the saloon.

I just push it through the bank.

-You're not tellin' me you put that 500

you got from Abelia through the bank?

-I had to.

It's the only way I could pay her off.

I got no cash at my home. -That was new gold.

Anybody can look at that and know that's never --

that's never been handled.

Well, I said I won it from a drifter some time back.

Nobody can prove different.

-You're stupid if you think that Dodge marshal

ain't gonna be on top you from now on.

-Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Look, there are other men who are willing to buy that gold.

You can still make a profit.

-How could you be so stupid and live so long?

[ Gunshot ]

-No sense in letting 10,000 in gold walk out the door.

-Stupid.

-Real mess, ain't it, Marshal?

-Sure is that, all right.

Well, thank you for letting me know.

-Oh, it was nothin' like a favor I was doin'.

I was afraid if I just rode on,

maybe somebody'd be comin' after me, seeing my tracks by here.

-Marshal, there's a plain blood trail out there.

Whoever it is, he's hurtin' bad.

-Good, I'll see if I can pick up a trail on it then.

-Get his body into town, will ya?

-Thanks again, old-timer.

-I'm about scared out of my life, Marshal.

Come by, see myself havin' a shelter for the night,

come in here to find this.

-I'll get the mare. -All right.

Here, Jon, hold -- hold her now real easy,

don't push her hard now.

-Come on, darlin', jump right up in the wagon there

and scoot over so's old Jonny can get in.

Now, shinny up there, Jonny.

Hold her quiet. Easy, Thomas.

Here, sweetheart, now hold 'im.

Real easy, don't wanna get him all jumpity

and fussed up, do we? -She has to be happy.

-Shh, easy.

-We weren't supposed to see you again.

-I run into somethin' I didn't expect.

-Where have you been? -Meetin' with Bull Anders.

Get him goin' into town with the kids.

You stay behind. I need your help.

-Will, why -- why didn't you just keep running south?

-If I keep bleedin' you gonna have a body

on your hands to explain. Now, get that mare out to him.

-Oh, Will.

You've made so many mistakes.

-Just get him away.

-Here, I'll take her, Abelia.

Come along.

Now we're all set.

Scooch over, Jonny, let your momma get up now.

-Listen, Festus, I'm going to,

uh, set some stew fixins' to simmer,

then I'll come on into town later.

I'll, uh, I'll come in on the plow horse.

-Well, Abelia, there ain't no call for you to do that.

We ain't in all that big a hurry to get there.

-Well, I've got one or two other things to do,

so I'll just meet ya later.

Now you two kids behave yourselves and mind Mr. Haggen,

ya hear? -We will.

-We will.

-All right, Jonny, go ahead on.

-Ya.

-Whoa up, Jonathan.

Jonny, you reckon you could, uh,

drive him on into town by yourself?

-I done it plenty of times, Festus.

-Good. Well, I's just thinkin'

I'd ought do some jawin' with your ma, and --

and that way, see, I can ride on into town with her.

-You won't be long will ya, Festus?

-Oh, no, darlin'.

Fact is we'll probably catch up with ya 'fore ya get to town.

But Jonathan, you be real careful, you hear me?

-I'll be careful, Festus.

-All right, go ahead.

-Talk about dumbness.

Puttin' that gold through the bank,

if that don't take the cake.

I'm worried about that deputy bein' around here now.

-He's in town.

Only thing you got to worry about is finding some place

to hide out, maybe in the -- -[ Winces ]

-...mountains 'til you're able to ride out of here.

-Still didn't answer my --

-Abelia! You around?

Abelia?

Figured I might ride into town with ya if'n you don't mind.

-No, don't! No, I don't want ya killin' him.

-Get rid of him. -Will.

-Get rid of him!

-I didn't expect ya back, Festus.

-Why don't you quit playing these silly games?

-You have to go.

-Who you got hid in that barn?

-It doesn't matter. He will kill you.

-I ain't gonna give him no cause but to talk.

-Well, you're a man in pretty poor shape.

-Festus!

-Who was that?

-There's a United States Marshal.

-Tell him to ride out of here.

-He ain't that kind of a marshal.

-Festus? -In here, Matthew.

Things ain't lookin' too good.

-You come in, Marshal, if -- if you wanna bury some people!

-With the blood trail I been followin',

we better talk about getting you to a doctor.

-You knew all the time they were closin' in.

-She never knowed no such a thing.

You better get out yonder

and have some talk with that marshal.

-The talk would just be about a rope.

If I'd just thought about it,

just coming back, getting the gold

and riding south.

-Unless you get yourself some doctorin',

you ain't fixin' to ride no place.

-I'm the only one that's helpin' me.

Bea... Come with me, Bea.

We'll make the border.

-It's too late, Will.

-I'm sayin' you're comin'.

-And you're knowin' I'm not.

-You're puttin' your life on the line, Marshal!

I'm ready.

Marshal! Marshal!

I'm... I'm leavin'.

[ Whimpers ]

I'm head-- I'm heading south.

Nobody -- nobody gives --

nobo-- nobo--

Nobody, nobody...

Nobody.

[ Muttering ]

Name...

Will Smith.

Will...

Them kids of yours,

they sure look...

sure look...

They're fine...

Good manners.

Will Smith.

You remember that.

Will Smith.

-Will Smith.

I guess a man is entitled to be buried under the name

he chooses.

[ Animals lowing, clucking ]

-Well, I'll tell ya,

there's just -- just no doubt about it here.

This blue ribbon and first prize

has got to go to this beautiful Saint Bernard

here and his owner, young Tom Brandon.

-We lost.

-All right now, hold -- hold on here just a minute.

We have another award,

and this is a special award for intelligence.

Now this is gonna be given to a very unusual specimen

whose name is, well, I think his name is Thomas.

-It ain't a he, Doc, it's a she porky.

-Oh, well, all right.

Anyway, this award,

along with these 10 silver dollars, which was collected,

or, it was gathered, er...

Well, maybe we hadn't oughta go into that.

Anyway, this is gonna be given

by one of Dodge City's outstanding citizens

who wishes to remain anonymous,

undoubtedly because he probably can't spell it.

[ Laughter ]

There you are, son,

congratulations on your very intelligent pig.

[ Cheering ]

-Well, didn't I tell ya?

Didn't I tell ya us Haggens had a good eye for good hogs?

-Ten dollar prize! -Thank you, Festus.

-Oh, well, that wasn't nothin' at all.

I tell you what we're gonna do now.

We're gonna go down celebrate by eating ice-creamy

'til our eyeballs just

push plum out of our heads like a toady-frog.

Come on, bring the goat too.

-Well, I've never felt sillier in my life,

awarding a ribbon for intelligence to a pig.

-Well, Doc, I think you carried off real well.

-Oh, I don't think there's any doubt

as to who they'll pick to do the judging next year either.

-Well, I'll tell you one thing about that,

he oughta be in the fair.

He'd win, hands down. There's nobody like him.

And if he did I know exactly

where I'd like to pin a ribbon on him.

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