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♪

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

-Well, come on, Louie. Shake a leg.

It's about time for this party to start to commence.

We got a whole heap of things to get did yet.

Bring it on. Bring it on.

Bring it on. Just put her right in there.

Right there, yep.

Whew.

Well, that there is the last one, Louie,

and you've done a good job.

I'm gonna put in a word for you.

-Thanks. -All right.

Let's get the rest of them fancy toy up, up there.

You --you fo-- Here, here.

Get a hold of them barrels over there.

-Lydia, I don't think this is gonna be near enough glasses.

Would you run and ask Sam to bring me some more, please?

-Sure, Ms. Russell. -Thank you.

-All right. Go on.

Get the other ones over there, and get that flat one yet.

-Hello, Lydia.

Apple?

-Thanks.

-Are you saving one of your dances for me tonight?

-Lots of fellas been askin'.

-Oh, now, you know the kinda sweet talkin' you'll be getting.

Fences need fixin',

wells run dry and not enough rain for the crops, pig slop.

-I guess you'll be talkin' different?

-Well, I won't be steppin' on your toes.

-Billy Holland, now, just quit 'fore somebody sees.

-You don't care, I won't.

-I ain't no saloon girl.

-Oh, you ain't no girl.

You're a woman. I can see that.

Now, that dance tonight,

you and me gonna slip off by ourselves?

-What for?

-Hmm.

We take a walk, have us a talk.

-Holland! You get back.

-Lydia, you get about your business.

-Now, look. You two boys got no right --

-You get on with what you're doin'!

-See you tonight, Lydia.

-Now, how many times do we have to tell you,

stay away from our sister?

-You know, I am getting tired of listenin'

to you pig sloppers.

-Billy, you better listen!

-Here! What's goin' on here? Stop that! Stop it!

What in thunder is the matter with you fellas?

-Ah. Just a little misunderstanding,

Dr. Adams. That's all.

-Well, what's your name? -Billy Holland, sir.

-Otis, you and C.V. know better than that.

That's no way to settle anything.

-We know about you, Holland, your kind.

Stay away from Lyddy.

-You hear?

♪

-Well, what's the matter, pig sloppers? Huh?

One little old knife make that much difference?

Oop.

You two keep pushin' on me,

and I am gonna carve you up like side pork.

Hear?

♪

♪

-♪ Round your corner

♪ Bow to your tall

♪ Way 'bout do with your ma-in-law ♪

♪ They all goin' in an a circle in the south ♪

♪ And little bit of moonshine in your mouth ♪

[ Crowd whooping ]

♪ Now drop your holts and bring tail back Injun style ♪

[ Whooping ]

♪

♪ Turn your homes and swing and whirl ♪

♪ Swingin' and whirl that pretty little gal ♪

♪ Swing that gal around

♪ Around to make that big foot jaw the ground ♪

♪

♪ Allemande left, with your left hand ♪

♪ to meet your honey with the a right and left grand ♪

♪ To meet your honey and pat her on the head ♪

♪ If she don't like biscuits feed her cornbread ♪

♪ Promenade her home

♪

♪ To your homes and everybody swing ♪

♪ Swing and whirl that pretty little gal ♪

♪

♪ First couple out to the couple on the right ♪

♪ With the right hand cross and shake him howdy-do ♪

♪

♪ Left hand back and how are you ♪

♪

♪ To your homes and everybody swing ♪

♪ Swing and whirl that pretty little gal ♪

♪ Swing that gal around

♪ 'Round to make that big foot jaw the ground ♪

♪

♪ First couple out, couple on the right ♪

♪ Right hand cross and shake him howdy-do ♪

♪

♪ Left hand back and how are you ♪

♪

♪ Pig in the pen, three rails high ♪

♪ Slop that pig, and the pig'll never die ♪

♪

♪ Allemande left in your left hand ♪

♪ To meet your honey with the right or left grand ♪

♪ And meet your honey and pat her on the head ♪

♪ If she don't like biscuits, feed her cornbread ♪

♪ Promenade on home

[ Whooping ]

♪ To your homes and everybody swing ♪

♪ Swing and whirl that pretty little gal... ♪

-Kitty. -Hello, Matt.

-How's the punch? -It's punch.

-Well, it looks like you've done it again.

-Well, everybody seems to be having a good time.

-Go on home!

[ Song ends, cheers and applause ]

-All right. All right. Hold on. Hold on, now.

Hold on.

I want y'all to go get your favoritest partner

'cause this here next'n

is gonna be a romantical kind of a dance --

the old Varsovienne, put your little foot down.

I think I'll even dance to that one myself.

-Wait just a minute. If you're gonna start dancin',

I'm gonna leave because, with those spurs on,

you're gonna cut people all up.

-Oh, just hold on, you old...

Berthie, take him out there on the floor

and learn him something.

-Well, just hold my hat, and I'll show you something.

Berthie, thank you.

♪

-Come on, cowboy.

I understand you're a pretty good dancer.

-You sure you know what you're getting into?

-I think so.

[ Chuckles ]

♪

-When we going to move in on the girls?

See anything?

Hey, give me some of that stuff, will you?

-Come on.

-How am I gonna grow?

♪

-I'm still waiting for your answer.

-What answer is that?

-Well?

-You sure talk in riddles.

-You go out the back door,

and I'll meet you by the ice house.

-Billy.

Billy. -Well?

-I'll do no such thing.

-If we don't take hold of him,

he's gonna come after Lyddie till he gets her.

-Done caught her.

♪

-You know, Jess, that daughter of yours

is getting to be quite a little lady.

-Pardon? -She's all growed up.

-Ah, full day tomorrow, Cal.

I'll be getting on home, I guess.

-Good night.

-Howdy! -Get your wraps, Lyddie.

Time to be getting home. -Already, Pa? But...

♪

How's come Otis and C.V. don't have to leave this early?

-Because they growed. They're men.

Come along.

[ Song ends, cheers and applause ]

[ Music playing on watch ]

[ Indistinct conversations, laughter ]

-Doc?

-Well, looks like 20 minutes after 10, Louie.

Time I was in bed. Time you were, too.

-Real nice punch they've been serving, Doc.

-[ Chuckles ] Looks like it fermented, too.

♪

-Thinks he's got us buffaloed with that knife.

-We wouldn't want to stay in this town

till after this little ol' dance is over.

We're gonna stay real late.

♪

[ Coins clatter ]

-10s and 6s.

-Will these three girls win it?

-They're not only winnin', they cleaned me.

-Much obliged.

-It got a little chilly, Sam, so I figured --

-No more, Sam.

-[ Sighs ] Louie, I don't want you to show up around here until

you've had a good night sleep and somethin' on your stomach.

Now, I mean that.

-Please, Ms. Kitty.

-You've had more than enough for one night.

-Maybe you can let me

have something on the watch, Ms. Kitty.

Hold it for a dollop.

Then I'll have money for somethin' to eat.

-Except you won't eat.

I'm sorry, Louie.

The answer is still no.

-Louie.

That's a mighty fine-lookin' watch there.

Where'd you get it?

-My father gave it to me.

-Pretty.

You don't see many around like that anymore.

-It's very old.

-You want to sell it?

-Oh, no, no.

I get loans from Ms. Kitty.

She holds it for me.

Then I'm workin' to get the watch back.

-I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, Louie,

a sportin' proposition.

Now, I never saw that watch before, right?

-No.

-Now, I'll bet there's somethin' very special

about that watch, isn't there?

-Just a watch.

-No, think a second.

What makes that watch different from most others?

-You mean -- -Whoa.

Don't tell me. Let me guess.

And if I'm right, I win the watch.

But if I lose, you get this bottle.

I'll go a step further.

Even if I win, you get this bottle here.

Now, either way, win or lose,

you'll be comin' out on top.

-You mean, even if I lose...

-You'll get the bottle.

Now, may I?

The most interesting thing about this watch is...

it plays a tune.

No?

♪

[ Chuckles ]

♪

[ Click, music stops ]

Well, I guess you win the bottle, Louie.

All right, cowboys.

This watch is worth at least $40.

I'll take a $10 to get back in the game.

-Louie, what happened?

-Sam...

[ Glass clatters ]

I lost my watch.

I made a bet.

-[ Sighs ]

-You're not a very nice person.

-What?

-Not nice at all.

-A fool...

A fool in the forest

who laid him down and basked him in the sun

and railed on Lady Fortune in good terms,

in good set terms...

A motley fool.

Good morrow, fool. Goodbye.

No, sir, 40.

Only a fool shall have enough senseless fortune.

And then he drew a dial from his book

and looking at it with lackluster eyes,

says very wisely,

"It is 10:00.

"'Tis but an hour ago

"since it was 9,

and in 1 hour more, it will be 11."

When I did hear the fool, thus more along the time

my lungs began to crow like Chantecler.

That fool could be so deep contented.

♪

-Straight.

-Nine is full.

I'll take the watch.

[ Coins clink ]

Thank you, gentlemen.

It's been a real nice evenin'.

New Orleans, we're quittin' the country.

[ Blade clicks ]

A bit late for you pig sloppers to be up, ain't it?

-And we told you to stay away from our sister.

-Go tell her.

-Lyddie ain't for the likes of you.

-Oh, come now. You boys have been farm-raised.

You know that all the talkin' in the world

ain't gonna stop a broodmare from kickin' up her heels.

-Are you likenin' our sister to a broodmare?

-Filly got a better sound?

♪

-[ Yells ]

-[ Grunts ] Hit him!

Hit him!

[ Thud ]

-[ Gasps ] He's dead, C.V. -He ain't dead!

Now, let's get outta here. And leave that thing!

Will you come on?!

-[ Moans ]

[ Strained voice ] Louie.

Oh, Louie.

[ Click, music playing ] Louie?

[ Breathing heavily ]

Louie.

♪

Louie.

[ Lantern clatters ] -Louie, what happened?

-Not a nice person, Festus.

-Louie, Louie.

-Holland, who done this to you?

-There was...

There was...

Louie. Louie.

[ Gasps ]

[ Watch continues playing ]

-Not a nice person.

Not a nice person.

-Louie, I have to ask you once more.

Did you kill this fella, Holland?

-I don't remember anything, Marshal.

-[ Sighs ]

-Don't...remember.

-You stay here with him, Festus.

All I know is, Louie's a very gentle man.

-Well, we've all seen him drink,

but I've never seen him so drunk

he couldn't remember his own name.

Have you, Doc?

-No, never.

-Well, I don't believe it. I just don't believe it.

-Kitty, this fella, Holland, when he's gambling around here,

has he ever made any enemies or anything?

-Well, he's not liked too much. I can tell you that.

-Well, has he ever been in any outright fights? Or...

-No... -Hey, wait a minute.

This afternoon, there was some kind of a scuffle

right underneath my stairway,

this Holland and those two Fletcher boys.

-Two Fletcher boys? What about?

-Well, I don't know what it was about,

but it didn't seem too serious to me.

-Well, that might have been over Lydia Fletcher.

-What about Lydia?

-Holland's been seeing quite a bit of her.

[ Chickens clucking ]

[ Pig snorting ]

[ Piglet squeals ]

-Yeah. [ Piglet squeals ]

[ Squealing ]

Yeah, crossin' that Berkshire with a Chester White

sure was a fine idea.

[ Pig squealing ]

You two been draggin' tail all morning.

Time you learned to keep your noses out of that bottle

if you can't hold it.

C.V., slop that other pen.

-Yeah, Pa.

[ Chickens clucking ]

-Got my gut tied in a knot, C.V.

-Now, you listen to me.

Nobody saw us in that livery.

-It was Holland's own fault, wasn't it?

-Yeah, it...

-C.V., Otis.

-Marshal.

-I want to ask you boys a couple of questions,

if I could.

-What about?

-Billy Holland was knifed last night after the dance.

He's dead.

-Sorry to hear that, Marshal.

What do you want to talk to us about?

-Well, I'd understood that you and Holland

had a little trouble. Suppose you tell me about it.

-You sayin' we killed him?

-I'm not accusing you of anything, Otis.

I'm just waiting for an answer.

-Well, he kept hangin' around Lyddie,

and we just told him to quit it.

-That's all?

-Yeah, that's about what we told him.

-Yes, sir.

♪

-Louie Pheeters?

-That's right.

But I'm not convinced that he's the one that did it.

Is your Pa around?

-Yeah, he's in the cellar.

[ Pigs snorting and squealing ]

Old Louie Pheeters' gettin' the blame.

-They got to know he couldn't do nothin' like that.

-I sure have to agree with you.

I can't see Louie Pheeters getting mixed up in a knifin'.

What's that got to do with us?

-Well, C.V. and Otis had some trouble

with this fella, Holland.

Seems like they had to warn him to stay away from your daughter.

-That a fact? Well, one thing about my boys,

they do take care of their sister.

But their hands would be enough on the likes of this Holland

in keepin' him away from Lyddie.

Don't you think so?

-Well, I hope you're right, Jess.

-I might have to come back and look in on you a little later.

-Well, on a social call, you're always welcome, Marshal.

-Bless us, oh, Lord, for this food we're about to receive.

Bless the hands that prepared it.

In His name, amen.

-Amen. -Amen.

[ Silverware clatters ]

[ Mug thuds ]

-First, I'm told my daughter

is foolin' around with a saloon gambler named Holland,

then my sons is gettin' after him without sayin' a word to me.

-We just...told him, Pa. That's all.

-Why?

-'Cause he kept after Lyddie.

-What reason?

Question's meant for you, girl. What you been doin',

your brothers have to speak to Holland?

-Well, I don't like what you're meanin'.

-Just lay it out for me if there's somethin' more here.

-Pa, quit treatin' me like I'm 10 years old.

-You may be near 20,

but you're not too old I can't take a strap.

Holland fella!

Now, what about him?

-C.V. and Otis, they can do most anything they want.

It -- it's me you keep watchin' like a chicken hawk!

-They're different!

I keep tellin' you, what men do is an entirely different thing.

You know exactly what I mean.

-Well, if you just trust me like you do them,

I wouldn't have to sneak behind your back. And...

-Behind my back?

Lydia Mae Ellen, what do you mean, behind my --

-Pa, somebody's dead, and we're fightin'.

I just...knew the fella. That's all.

-Matthew. -Festus.

-Where you been all mornin'?

-Well, I've been out to Fletcher's.

Louie, I got some good news for you.

I stopped by Cal Haines' place on the way back.

You remember him, don't you?

-Yeah.

-Well, he's the best lawyer in these parts,

and he's gonna defend you at your trial.

-Trial?

-Well, yes, Louie. You see, Judge Brooker

and the state prosecutor are comin' in tonight.

-I kept hopin' there was some kind of a mistake.

A trial...

♪

I'm beginning to have a bad feelin' about it all.

-Look, C.V.!

Marshal comin' out here if they're blamin' Louie Pheeters,

that's what keeps worryin' me.

-It's the marshal's job to ask around.

-If Holland didn't have that knife...

Punchin' him around was all we was aimin' to do.

It's not our fault that he got stuck the way he did.

Now, I'm not gonna think about it anymore,

and you either!

-But Louie Pheeters is in jail!

-Will you stop worryin' about Louie Pheeters?

Now, nobody's gonna believe he did it!

He's gonna get off clear, and so are we.

-How do you know that?

How do you know?

-Well, I told you I'm not gonna...

Lyddie. Lyddie! -Lyddie!

[ Chickens clucking ] Lyddie! Lyddie!

Now, look. You gotta understand somethin', Lyddie.

-It's nothin' we wanted to do!

-Let go of me! -Lyddie, come back here!

-Lyddie! -Lyddie!

-Open the door! -Let us in, Lyddie!

-Lyddie, you come out here! -Listen to us, Lyddie!

[ Pounding on door ] -Lyddie!

-Open up, Lyddie!

[ Pounding continues ]

-What's goin' on?

I said, what's goin' on?

Lyddie!

[ Rattles knob ]

Lydia Mae Ellen, you open this door.

Now, I've had just about all the lies

I'm gonna stand for around here.

I don't get told what's goin' on, there's not a one of you

too old to feel some leather on your backsides.

-You gotta tell Pa.

-Tell me what?

-[ Sighs ] C.V.?

Otis?

-You tell me, now!

-It was a accident, Pa, nothin' we meant to do.

We was gonna teach Holland a lesson, but he pulled a knife.

-Wha-- What?

-It was us, Pa.

It was us with Holland.

-We was wraslin' around.

And the next thing we know, the knife was in Holland,

and he was dead.

So we ran.

-Why didn't you tell Matt Dillon?

-Scared, I guess.

It was a plain accident, Pa.

Nobody would believe it.

Well, Doc Adams saw us fightin' with Holland a couple of hours

before the dance.

-Pa, you know they won't convict Louie Pheeters.

-Now, wait --wait a minute!

We can puzzle this out.

-Pa, Louie Pheeters is in jail for somethin' he didn't do!

-You, hush your mouth!

You started this.

You took up with Holland!

-Now, wait a minute, Pa.

-I told you to shut up!

Your brothers are worth a dozen like Holland...

A dozen like Louie Pheeters if you want to know.

Your Otis and C.V. tried to do what's right.

God knows what you've been up to!

-Oh, that's right, think the worst of me!

Just keep thinkin' of me like I was a...

-What areyou, Lydia?

-I'm a woman, Pa, a woman.

Now, that's somethin' you have to face.

-A woman makes sense!

She don't go around flittin' up her heels!

-Pa, it's time I do as I like!

[ Slap ]

♪

-You were wrong.

Wrong!

♪

I...believe you're right about Louie Pheeters.

I don't think they're gonna hold him.

We'll do nothin' for the time bein'.

♪

[ Boom, gavel pounds ] -Now, come!

I don't want any more pictures taken in here!

Get that camera outta here!

For the rest of you, take your hats off!

Settle down.

No smoking, no talking, no chewing,

or I'll clear this court.

All right, Mr. Haggen.

-Well, this here fella,

Holland, was a-sayin' Louie's name,

but the onliest reason

he was is 'cause Louie was a-standin' there.

Don't you see?

-No further questions of this witness.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

[ Click, murmuring stops ]

-And then Ms. Russell said Louie wasn't to have

any more to drink.

-Continue.

-Well, there's not much say, except Louie

did get more to drink when Holland won his watch.

-When Holland did what?

-Well, he didn't really win it,

but he tricked Louie out of it.

-Now, let me get this straight.

Did Louie Pheeters and the deceased

have an argument, in fact, that night in the Long Branch?

-Well, not an argument, Your Honor.

Now, Louie didn't like Holland walkin' off with his watch,

but that's all there was to it.

-Nobody walked off with my watch, Sam.

-I got it here. I always had it.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

-Mr. Pheeters, I want to hear from you,

any way you want to tell it,

your version of how you obtained your watch.

-I never knew I didn't have it.

-Mr. Pheeters, weren't you angered with Holland

when he took your watch?

-But I don't remember anything.

-Mr. Pheeters, I find it hard to believe that you

cannot remember anything from that night.

-I suggest that you waited outside in the street

for Holland and followed him down to that livery,

and there, you killed him for that watch.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

-Mr. Pheeters?

-Yeah?

-What happened that night in the livery stable?

-Mr. Pheeters? Did you or did you not kill Bill Holland?

-Well, did you kill him?

-Maybe I did.

[ Crowd murmuring ]

-Thank you, Sam.

-Five years in the state penitentiary --

I just can't believe it.

-Well, Kitty, Judge Brooker

says he still might be able to come up with somethin'.

But Louie, in the meantime, is gonna have to stay in jail.

It might be as long as 6 months.

-Six months? Good heavens, Matt.

One month would destroy Louie's will to live,

and 5 years...

It's a death sentence, is what it is.

-Well, Judge Brooker is stayin' over tonight.

We're gonna go over the whole testimony.

He says he might possibly be able

to find some kinda loophole.

-You mean like a mistrial?

-Yeah, somethin' like that, Kitty.

He says he might be able to get him off on the grounds

of being incompetent to testify on his own behalf.

[ Sighs ]

-Let me tell you somethin'.

There's been an awful lot of time and money

wasted around here.

And Louie Pheeters is over in that jailhouse of yours

dyin' right now!

And I know it's impossible for Louie to kill anybody.

-Festus.

Festus!

Festus.

-Yeah, Louie?

-What time is it, Festus?

-Oh, it must be pretty near 2:00.

-Maybe 3 hours 'til light,

and the prison wagon will be here at dawn, won't it?

-I'm afraid it will.

-I keep hearin' sound, shadows.

And sometimes there's --

-Louie, you gotta try to get that outta your mind.

-Festus, let me out!

-Louie, I can't do that.

-I promise...I promise to come back to the jail.

Please, Festus!

It's the most important thing in my whole life, Festus.

I'll be back before the prison wagon gets here.

I promise.

-Louie, you just ain't got no idea

what you're askin' of me.

No idea.

-It'll be light soon.

What do you think you're doin'?

-I'm leavin'.

-Leavin', is it?

Leavin' and goin' where? -I don't know where.

What difference does it make?

-It makes a lot of difference to me.

No daughter of mine is gonna tell me she's leaving my house.

Will you listen while I'm talking?

-Pa! -Stop it!

-You don't see what we're doin'?

-You don't see the wrong in it? -Just stop this!

-Pa, a man's going to prison, maybe die there.

-My sons are not swingin' from any rope.

Or were you plannin' on turnin' them in?

-No, I can't do that.

That's why I'm leavin'.

-You're not doin' that either!

Now, you get in there and get some food up.

You're gonna listen to me while I do some talkin'.

-Pa! -Now, get in there!

I've got something to say to all of you.

A man lives out his life, has to make compromises.

Sometimes, you do things you don't wanna do.

But you do them because, if you didn't,

you don't survive.

That's right. Survive.

Your ma is buried out there on land worked for our children.

She died for this land.

She died for you, her children.

I'll...

Someday, I'll be dyin' too.

But I'll know that a life's work

is bein' turned over for my children.

-I haven't heard Louie Pheeters' name mentioned yet.

-Because he doesn't matter.

The town drunk? There's no feeling in the man.

He could die tomorrow, and nobody would be surprised.

-Probably gonna let him out in a couple of months anyway.

-Well, that's another thing.

I'm permanently convinced -- [ Knock on door ]

-They let him out! -How did you get out of jail?

-I'm going back, but first I had to know something.

See, I keep seeing things, faces.

Must've been there, you boys.

-Well, you can't prove that.

-You don't understand. It's for me.

Please, I just have to know.

I have to know, boys.

Did you see me kill Holland?

Please, tell me if I killed him.

If I only knew I did it...

it'd be right for me to go to jail.

Please, tell me if I did it.

-Mr. Pheeters...you're not supposed to have any feeling.

What kind of people are we?

♪

-About what time is it gettin' to be now, Matthew?

-Oh, it's after 6, Festus,

20 after.

Festus.

Look...

You know, Louie is never on time for anything.

-You ought to have saw the way he looked at me,

the way that he asked me. I just...

He said he wouldn't do a thing like that.

[ Coach approaching ]

Matthew!

Matthew, he's back! They're here! Right here!

-Whoa.

-Jess?

-My boys and me got somethin' to say to you, Marshal.

-Louie.

-Thank you, Festus.

-Oh, fiddle. I knowed you'd come back.

It's like I just got done tellin' Matthew in yonder.

I said, "Old Louie, he ain't never...

been on time..."

"For nothin'."

♪

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