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♪

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

[ Whistle blowing ]

[ Whistle blowing ]

[ Whistle blows ]

-Where is the bottle?

-I'm sorry, Mrs. Landers.

The bottle's empty.

-[ Grunts ]

It's the only thing
that keeps me warm.

[ Grunts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

That's the last bottle?

-That is the last, yes.

-I'll die then.

I'll die without it.

-Mrs. Landers...

-Can't you see the hand of death
a-reachin' for me?

Can't you see it, me sister?
-Mrs. Landers...

-Don't you see
the hand of death?!

-Would you say a prayer with me?

-[ Grunts ]

Did I tell you
about my husband, Pack Landers?

He's waiting for us
in Dodge City.

You'll see.

He built us a farmhouse.

He told me.

I got a letter right here.

-Mrs. Landers,
you showed me that letter.

The prayer begins, "Oh, my God,
I am heartily sorry."

-Mommy, I'm cold.

-Oh, help my baby,

the cold hand of God Almighty,
reachin' out for Ivy Landers.

-Sisters.

Oh, my God,
I am heartily sorry...

-[ Weakly ] Oh, my God,

I am heartily sorry...

-For having offended thee...

-For hav--

having off...Thee.

-I detest all my sins...

-And I...detest all my...

sins...

-Because I dread the loss
of heaven.

-Because I dread the loss...

♪

[ Humming ]

[ Stops humming ]

What in the tarnation
we got here?

Now, there wasn't
no people train.

-Good morning, sir.

-Morning, ma'am, uh, miss,
uh, ladies.

-I am called Mother Tabitha,
and this is Sister Blanche.

-Sister Blanche.

-And this Sister Charles.

-Sis...Charles?

-We are looking
for a Mr. Landers.

We understand he has a farm
near Dodge City.

-Wha-- you don't mean
Pack Landers?

-He's my father.
-Mine, too.

-You mean these
good-looking young'uns is his'm?

-Yes, the Landers children.

-Mama's down there,
waiting for God.

-She's dead in heaven.

You a friend of our father's?

-Friend?

Well, not exactly.

Uh, I known him.

But to tell you the pure,
old, beat truth,

I haven't saw him
in a quiet spell.

-Uh, could you give us
directions to the farm?

-Oh, yessum.
What you do now, you

just head right due west till
you hit Little Haggard Wash.

Then you head right due north,
right up to the shack.

It's the onliest out there,

if it is still there.
-Thank you, sir.

I'm sure we will find our way.
-Well, ma'am,

you ain't fixing to walk
clean out yonder, are you?

Why, that's pretty near
6 or 7 miles.

-Oh, that's nothing.

Sister Blanche once walked
all the way from Biloxi

to Kansas City
to join our order.

We love walking.

-But, ma'am,
maybe you don't know of this.

Old Hank here, he rents wagons.

-We have no funds
for that sort of thing.

We'll walk.

-Now wait a minute, ladies.

I keep a-trying to tell you

that that old shack's
been plumb deserted for...

-But Mrs. Landers said
her husband was expecting her.

She asked to be buried
on the farm.

-I'll tell you,
you ladies just wait right here.

I'll hitch us up a buckboard.

And we'll drive out
to that place

you keep wantin' to call a farm.

-[ Chuckles ]

♪

-Whoa.

Well, that there is
the Landers' place, ma'am.

Honest truth, that's it.

-Oh, I've -- I've seen worse.

Maybe.

-Get up.

Whoa.

-Ain't even got
a front door on.

-Where's our father?

-He cannot be very far, Gail.

-Ma'am, just look around here.

If ol' Pack Landers

is just half as far gone
as this here place here is,

why, I wouldn't look for him

no place south
of Upper Wolf's Ear,

Sassacackahacky, I wouldn't.

-I sure hope they don't have
a lot of long snakes

around here.

-Sister Blanche?
-Yes?

-I'm fixing
to give you a Haggen guarantee

that this here
is rattlesnake headquarters

of the First Congressional
District.

And you just can't stay here.
You just can't do it.

There's been somebody
holed up here.

Not more than a week gone,
I'd say.

-Our father?

-Well, it's hard to tell, honey.

With this here door off,
could've been anybody.

-Lots of spiders!

-Oh, Mother,
can we really stay here?

-Of course, Sister.

How else can the father
find his children?

And don't forget --
there's the burial.

-Oh, with a little soap
and water,

we can really make this place
look nice.

There's gotta be some soap.

-Sister, there ain't even got
to be no water.

-What?
-Of course,

we get ourselves a flash flood,
then we'll be knee deep in it.

Well, you can see
the high watermark right there.

-Nevertheless, we will have
to wait here for Mr. Landers.

-Sisters, you ain't even got
no supper vittles.

-I'm hungry.

-Well,
there's still some dried meat.

-I'm hungrier than that.

-Perhaps, Mr. Haggen,
you could shoot us a turkey

or something similar
before you depart?

-A turkey?

-Oh, praise Lord.

There's nothing
I cook better than a turkey.

-I want a drumstick.
-[ Chuckles ]

-Drumstick? Wait just
a plain minute here now.

This here ain't turkey country.

A few prairie chickens
and a few jackrabbits,

and you're lucky to get either
one of them with a pistol.

-Oh, well,

I can make a rabbit stew
such as you've never seen

east of Eden.
-Well, we --

-And if you could scour me up
some black-eyed peas...

-Black-eyed peas?
-I would really appreciate...

-Where am I gonna find that?
-Well,

what are you standing there for?
Now you just go on!

-I haven't even saw
a jackrabbit all day.

-Go on!

-I don't know how you expect
me to find no black-eyed...

-The pot is waiting
on the stove. Now go.

-Can I go huntin' with you?

-I reckon you can
if you ain't a-scared

of the wild turkeys stampeding
and trampling us to death.

Drumsticks, black-eyed peas.

I never have saw such a case
of runaway wishin'

in all my born days.

Come on.

Not too much now, Sister.

I'm done about to bust.
[ Laughter ]

Ma'am, about this here order
you're in...

-The Oblate Sisters
of Providence.

-A-and you all just --

just go around a-startin'
these here schools, do ya?

-In this case, yes.

We're going to Cimarron
to start a school there.

-And is this here just
going to be a regular school

for readin' and writin'?

-And arithmetic.

-And music and Latin and French.

-And history and geography
and religion.

-And sewing and knitting
and apple pandowdy.

-You can't teach apple pandowdy.

-No?
-Oh, but, child,

that's about the best thing
Sister Blanche teaches,

exceptin' maybe corn fritters
and pan-fried chicken.

[ Laughter ]

Sister Blanche has a special
grace for cooking.

-Sister also has a box
of spices and homeground roots

that can kill the taste
of just about anything.

-Mighty good.
-Mmm.

-[ Speaking Latin ]

Amen.

-Amen.

Well, I reckon I oughta
be gettin' on back.

Ma'am, you sure you don't want
me to stay here with you now,

just -- just in case youse get
scared being by yourselves?

-Thank you, Mr. Haggen,
but we're not alone.

-Oh, you ain't?

-God is always with us.

-Oh, yes'm.

I kind of forgot that.

Well, good night, ma'am.

-Good night, Mr. Haggen.

-Good night,
Sisters, young'uns.

-Good night, Mr. Haggen.
-Good night, Mr. Haggen,

-And God bless you.
-Thank you, ma'am.

Well, I'll be back tomorrow
for the buryin'.

Ma'am, I know I'm kinda
holding things up here,

but I just wanted to tell you

what a eye-peeling,
uplifting, all-around day

this here has been for me.

I mean,
just a-watchin' you ladies

putting the good Lord to work
like you've done,

why, it's just like
he's sitting right up there

on the ridge pole,

awaiting to be told
what ought to be did.

First thing, there --
there wasn't no soap.

Then, all of a sudden,
you got two cakes of soap.

Then you all said,
"Hold on now, Lord.

Where's that water at?"

Sure enough, he just led you

smack dab to that water hole
by your noses.

Then, I...Me,
I went out yonder this morning

and shot them two jackrabbits
on a dead run

at good 30 yards with my pistol.

Now that there's something

that I ain't a-fixin'
to admit to at all, myself.

I'll tell you,

I just ain't never saw folks
go with God Almighty

like you had him on wages.

I'll tell you this --

hard as you worked him,
he must've liked it

'cause for the first time
in all my sinning days,

I felt him looking at me
all day.

Well, good night.

-Good night, Mr. Haggen.

-Good night.
-Good night.

[ Door closes ]

-Bless, Lord God Almighty,
this house.

And defend all who shall sleep
in it,

all within its walls,

such a blessing

that the princes of darkness
will tremble and depart.

[ Door bangs open ]

[ Objects clatter ]

-What are you three black crows
doing in my cabin?!

-[ Speaking Latin ]

♪

-[ Inhales sharply ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

Three black crows.

And a bed full
of white young'uns.

And the crows kneeling around
in their black shrouds,

praying to God. [ Laughs ]

That's what we got here,
no question.

What else we got here
is three negra wenches

making themselves to home
in my cabin,

moving things around,

scrubbing wherever all
they saw fit...

[ Objects clatter ]
-In general,

turnin' the inside of a man's
diggings into a soapbox,

stinking o' females and lye!

And just when I got things
arranged the way I wanted!

Worstest thing we got here,
by far, is three uppity wenches

that just go right
on a-mumbling their jumbo

and casting their witches spell

and praying
to their black devil,

just as if like a white man
hadn't come through that door

2, not 3 minutes ago
and asked a civil question!

You savvy that kind of talk,
don't you?

Now, you talk,

or I snatch the tongue
out of your head.

-I am Mother Tabitha.

-I don't care who you are.

What you are, it bothers me.

-We are nuns, sisters of --

-What's nuns?

-We are of a religious order.
-Hmm.

Black magic, more than likely.

-We teach school,
care for orphans.

-Kidnappers!

I knowed it the minute
I clamped eyes on you.

Where'd you snatch
the young'uns from? Huh?

Where'd you get 'em?

You talk before
I blow your nose off.

Three black crows
won't have no nose.

[ Laughs ] You hear that?

You hear that?

Three black crows
ain't got a nose!

Pack Landers is a poet!

-[ Whispering ]
If he's Mr. Landers,

how come he doesn't know
his own children?

-[ Whispering ] Mother Tabitha,

I purely think
he's no fit father.

-[ Whispering ] We'll have to
wait until he's sober

before we speak with him.

-Do you think we should tell him
about Mrs. Landers?

-Nothing must be said to upset
him in this present condition.

Be very careful what you say.

-You ain't mumbling no more.

You're whisperin'.
Come here!

-We are sorry for the intrusion.

-Shut up.

You ain't nothing but squatters.

-I was wondering, sir,
if you had your supper yet?

We have
some jackrabbit stew here.

-Know your place, girl?

-Yes, sir.

-What's your place?

-On the right-hand side
of the father.

-What father?

-Our Father in heaven, sir.

-You married, girl? Hmm?

Where's your buck?

He is also on the right-hand
side of the father.

-You saying he's dead?

-He was, sir,

but he rose again
on the third day.

-She loose in the head?

-No.

But what she means is...

What's your buck's name?

-His name?

His name is...

Jesus Christ...

sir.

-Brides of Christ,

all three of them.

[ Laughs ] Now if that don't
beat the socks off ya?

[ Jug crashes ]

-Mr. Landers,
if you would only listen.

You see, before we leave
sin the morning...

-You ain't gonna leave,
not a chance.

Now I ain't figured
it all out yet.

But the three of you
are gonna do me some good.

You're going to pay me back
for wrecking my place

and gunning my jackrabbits
and I don't know what all.

What can you do?

Sing?

Play a track drum?

-I play the harmonica.

-Well, now! You see?

We can start with that.

[ Metal clanks ]

We'll get a crowd that way.

[ Grunts ] We gotta get you
outta them shrouds.

Where'd you get them things,
in a graveyard?

-They are called habits.

-Uh, well, paint us a big sign:

Sister of the Bad Habits.

And we'll play
one of them tunes.

And we'll pass the hat.

And you'll all walk around there
carrying crosses.

And we'll put up a tent --

Reverend Pack Landers

is saving Kansas
through the Lord!

And the money
will come rolling in.

[ Snoring ]

-Now you two know
where little ones belong

at this hour of the night.

-Who's that man out there?

-We'll talk about it tomorrow.

For now, little ones
need their sleep.

-Is he gonna shoot the gun?

-Why, no, dear.

Of course not.

-He ain't our father, is he?

-Such questions.

Now, don't you two worry your
little heads about anything.

Just close your eyes

and say good night
to your guardian angel.

-You know what I bet?
-No. What?

-He's our father.

-But he don't even look like us.

-Yeah, he sure don't.

-This is the grave
of Ivy Landers.

It is a lonely place,
a place of stones,

but where she wished to lie.

So, God, because there will be
so long a loneliness for her

before the resurrection,

guard this grave well
and keep it from wolves

and the river and those
who would scatter her bones.

-[ Groans ]

I dreamed...
I dreamed every bit of it.

'Twas no dream.

Them black crows
using my place to bury people.

Well, they better have
some rent money.

[ Gargles and spits ]

[ Ladle clatters ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

-All right. Go on.
Get to work, Ruth.

Here, Jim. Get it filled in.
We ain't got all day, you know.

Just shovel it in there.

-I know Mr. Landers
had every right

to know that his wife was being
buried this morning, Marshal,

and that those children
belong to him.

But we were so afraid
he'd start roaring again

if we woke him
and frightened them.

-Well, you did the right thing,
ma'am.

Pack Landers is unpredictable
when he's drunk.

-Ivy buried.

And my kids?

-But if you'd like to, ma'am,
I'll break the news to Pack.

I want to talk to him
about his children anyway.

I'm as concerned about them
as you are.

-And as I am, Marshal.

But the way I have been acting
lately, I ain't sure

I want them young'uns
to even know I'm their daddy,

sorry as I am,
as God is my judge.

-Why, of course
you want them to know.

And I never wished otherwise.

-Oh, I ain't blaming you,
Mother.

No, ma'am.

Fact is, I'm --
I'm thanking you humbly.

What I oughta do
is get right in there and --

and pack my possibles

and let outta here
without hello or good-bye.

Better them young'uns never knew

what a shiftless, no-account
polecat their daddy really is.

Best I don't even
look at 'em for --

for fear I'll weaken
in my nobility and -- and --

and just rush right over there
and hug 'em!

Lordy!

-Ma'am, you see, I, uh...

About the children there,
I'm gonna have a talk with Pack

and see if we can't make
them a ward of the county,

where they'll be placed.
-Placed? Oh, no.

I...well...

I'd appreciate it if you
permitted me to handle this.

There was a promise made
concerning them.

But...Well,
sometimes the responsibility

of children makes a man
take hold of himself.

-[ Sighs ] Well, yes, ma'am.

But don't you all have your --
your own business to attend to?

-That's exactly the point.

Going on to Cimarron to open
our school is our business.

But our business
is also with those children,

both falling under the heading
of church work.

-Well... [ Sighs ]
I just don't know if --

if Pack can change his spots.

-Well, of course
he ain't gonna change no spots.

A polecat looks the same
and smells the same

as long as he lives.

-Mr. Haggen,

I'm as well aware as anyone
of Mr. Landers' shortcomings.

But we have here
a very simple question --

Is it possible to reunite
a father with his children?

-Yes, ma'am.

Well, I'll, uh, I'll just
leave it in your hands.

But if you have any trouble
out here,

or if you even expect
any trouble,

you be sure and let me know.

-Thank you, Marshal.

-Matthew, that Pack Landers,

he's a feller
you gotta walk upwind of

even if there ain't
no breeze a-blowin'.

-Well, the Sisters seem to think

they can work
some kind of miracle.

We just have to wait and see.

-You think I'm a-fixing
to do the right thing, Mother?

-That depends entirely
on what you're fixing to do.

Well, like I said, it's wrong
for me to shame them young'uns.

Fixin' to leave.

I think that'd be right.

-I think that would be

throwing out the babies
with the bathwater, Mr. Landers.

-What bathwater?

-It's just a saying.

Uh, but I think some, um,
uh, freshening of your person

would help matters, yes.

-Take a bath in real water?

-And get clean clothing
and new boots.

-Bless you, Mother.

I knew you'd put my feet
on the...

New boots cost money.

But surely, for the sake
of your children's pride,

you can afford a new pair
of boots.

-Mother, if I had the money,

you wouldn't believe how
I'd dress myself up for 'em.

Figure it'd take about $30.

-Are you asking me for $30?

-I'd buy the young'uns
some playing toys, too.

-But we have no money,
Mr. Landers.

-None at all?

-None that is ours to spend.
-Oh, I see what you mean.

You've got kind of a rule
against about spending.

-What money we have
is given to us in sacred trust.

-I'd do the spending.

And I'd be sacred doing it.

Mr. Landers, we are not
permitted to spend such money

except for the precise purpose

for which it was entrusted
to us, in this case a school.

-We'd get by on $20.

-[ Sighs ] I...

I'll have to speak
with the other Sisters about it.

-I gotta have the $20, though,

so I can clean myself

of the mark of my shame
for them young'uns.

-Let us hope it washes off
as easily as you trade upon it.

-Be a shame, Mother,
if it don't.

-Oh, that --
that wouldn't be right.

That'd just be meddling
in other folks' affairs.

-Doc, I ain't saying
I'm going out yonder

and tell them
how to do their business.

What I'm saying is --
-I know what you're sayin'.

Now, you listen
to what I'm sayin'.

Those ladies are
perfectly capable of tak--

-♪ So joyous

♪ Bringin' in the sheep

[ Laughs ]

Now that, ladies and gents,
is one to lift a man's spirits.

Oh.

No. No, no whiskey,
Miss Russell.

Pack Landers is a reformed man.

A little something
to wet my whistle.

Maybe a smidgen of beer.

-Beer?
-Beer?

Beer. Beer's what I said,
and beer's what I mean.

Nothing stronger for a man
with responsibilities

and a man that's takin'
them responsibilities serious.

-Responsibilities?

-My kids.
-Oh.

Oh, you mean this is all --
all in honor of your children?

-My little lovin' darlings.

Hey, friend, you oughta see
these here city toys

I got in here,

them whistles there
and this one here.

You tell me if that ain't

something to set
a kid's eyes goggled-eyed.

Ain't that somethin'?

You ain't never seen

ol' Pack Lander getted up
before, have you?

Kind of takes your breath away?

-In a manner of speaking,
Mr. Landers.

-Somebody help you pick out
them fancy duds?

-What do you mean by that,
numb nog?

-Oh, never mind. Never mind.

-He didn't mean anything,
Mr. Landers.

I'm sure that you'll find

that your children
are gonna be...overwhelmed.

-Knowed it the minute
I seen myself in 'em.

Kids got a right
to see their daddy looking nice.

Ain't that right, Doc?

-Oh, there's no doubt about it.

-Well, I got to be getting
to them little darlings of mine.

I can't wait to see their faces

when they get a look at these
here city toys I brung 'em,

while the good Lord
is watching over 'em.

I'll see you folks.

♪ Bringing in the sheep!

♪ Bringing in
the sheep! ♪

♪ Oh, it was all...

-Smells like he's taken a bath
in lilac water.

-The thing that's worrisome
to me is where a bum like him

got the money
to buy them fancy duds with.

-Same thought occurred to me.

-And I don't trust
that knucklehead no further

than I could throw my mule.
-Amen.

♪

-[ Slurring ]
♪ Bringing in the sheep

♪ Bringing in
the sheep ♪

♪ We was all so joyous

♪ Bringing in the sheep

♪ Bringing in the sheep...

Leave go of my little darlings.

Let 'em come over here and play
with a surprise I brung 'em.

[ Laughing ]

Ain't that somethin'?

What name you young'uns go by?

-You mean you don't even know
our names?

-You can't expect me
to remember everything.

I-I'm a busy man.

-I'm Gail.

-I'm Toby.

[ Gears crunch ]

-You broke it, you ninny head!
I oughta knock --

-Mr. Landers!

-[ Mutters ] My darlings takes
a bit of usin' to.

Brung something else. Whistles.

You never see a whistle?

You blow into 'em like this.

[ Playing shrill notes ]

That's how you blow a whistle.
Now you young'uns can try it.

It's a whistle,
a nickel whistle.

You blow in it, you numb nog!

How come you don't teach 'em
nothing about blowing whistles?

Look at 'em. Neither one of them
can blow a whistle!

-Mr. Landers,

I think the children have had
a long day.

It's time for bed.
Go with Sister.

-Get over here,
little darlings,

for your good night kissin'.

[ Door closes ]

-Mr. Landers,
we must take things more slowly.

-Yeah, I guess.

Mother... [ Grunts ]

I been thinking
on the road out there,

about, uh, where I'd be raising
them young'uns of mine.

Where's that place you're going?

-Cimarron?
-Yeah.

Uh...See, I've been
thinking a lot about it.

And, uh, I'm a master carpenter.

I built this place myself.

And I could build that school
for you, right enough.

And that way, I could bring
the young'uns along with me.

-Coming with us to Cimarron?

-Knew you'd like the idea.

'Course, it's got to be agreed
in advance that I'm in charge.

I have a free hand.

-Mr. Landers, I don't think --

-Charge of money and such.

Master carpenter in charge.

That way,
you three black...ladies

wouldn't have to worry none
about getting nothing stole.

-Mr. Landers,
that is impossible.

The money for the school
is not to leave my hands

until it reaches the contractor
in Cimarron.

-Hmm.

Oh. Hmm.

Well...

I'll be around anyway
to see that you're...

don't get cheated or nothing.

[ Yawns ]

Hey.

[ Yawning ] Hey, you won't have
no trouble sleeping tonight.

[ Door closes ]

♪

-[ Whispering ] Mr. Landers!

-[ Whispering ] Why'd you go
scare a body like that for?

Was just gonna watch it for you.

You don't think
I was fixing to steal it?

-That would be very foolish,
wouldn't it?

Marshal Dillon would apprehend
the thief within hours.

-Yeah.

'Course he would.

Man'd be a fool,

'special if he was in the way

of earning a piece of that money
as a bona fide employee.

What I mean is -- is,
master carpenter in charge,

wages oughta be...$30 a month.

That's a dollar a day.

You pay a Chinese track walker
a dollar a day.

What I was wondering is
how them rules of yours read

about giving a employee
an advance on his wages.

-An advance?

-Yes, 2, 3, 4 --

4 months, say...$150,

$500.

$500 now so a man wouldn't have
to think of stealing.

-Mr. Landers, that money
does not belong to you.

-No.

But them young'uns do,
don't they?

And you want those young'uns
to go along with you, don't ya?

-Are you offering your children
for sale?

-You cut it any way you like.

-God help you, Mr. Landers.

You are not a fit father
for those children.

-Why you...
[ Thud ]

You ain't no mother neither.

I ain't gonna steal the money.

Ain't gonna have to.

And I'm gonna be
real decent about it.

I'm going to give you
to first light,

and then out you go,
all three of you,

and the young'uns
stay here with me.

Unless, of course,
you decide by then to...

advance me that $500.

I'll be just outside.

Good night, ladies. [ Grunts ]

[ Loud clattering ]

[ Door closes ]

-He tried to steal the money.

-We heard.
-What are we gonna do?

-Ahh.

♪ A-bringing in the sheep

♪ Bringing in the sheep

-Perhaps we should bury
the money.

-No. We must notify the Marshal.

Sister Blanche, you go
into Dodge and try and find him.

-What should I tell him?

-Y'all sleeping in there?

You crows be talking
about my money?

-Tell the Marshal that
if he doesn't get here,

I'm afraid Mr. Landers
may be provoked into violence.

-Yes.

-Go through the back window,

and be careful
not to wake the children.

Sister Charles,
help me barricade the door.

-♪ Bringing in the sheep

♪ We was all so joyous

♪ Bringing in the sheep

-When did this happen?

-This afternoon.
Walked in here as big as life.

-So he went
into Mr. Jonas' store

and bought all them clothes.

But the confusing thing
was that he paid for 'em

with a $20 gold piece.

And he said it was for advanced
wages from them Sisters.

-Wages for what?

-Well, for being
a master carpenter.

But I wanna tell you something,
Matthew.

Any feller that built that there
contraption out yonder

couldn't find his thumbnails

if he had both hands
stuck in the same pocket.

-I agree with you on that.

I think I'd better go
and have a talk with him.

-Matt?

-Sister.

-Marshal, I'm afraid we need
your help with Mr. Landers.

-Well, what's happening?

-Well, he's, uh,
he's very drunk.

And he's trying
to steal the money we have.

And Mother Tabitha expects that
he -- he will become violent.

-Festus.
-Come on, look out.

Look out, look out, would you?

-Try to do the right thing,
Ivy.

Nobody lets ya.

I mean, I had to lie.

My feet on the good road,

and then they come up
with their suspicions.

Like a thunderbolt
out of heaven,

I was back in the dark
of my evil ways again.

I almost repented.

I want my kids, black Mother,
or that money!

-I think Mr. Landers
has taken leave of his senses.

-I am now afraid Mr. Landers
had no senses to begin with.

-You crows are running
out of time!

-Sister Charles,
wake and dress the children.

We promised to unite a family.

We have done that.

Now we must separate them.

-But Mother, are we permitted
to do such a thing?

-Dress the children.

-I said, you crows
are running out of time!

Oh, what you gon'
do that for, Ivy?

-But where are we going?
-To Dodge City.

From the there,
we'll talk about it tomorrow.

Mother,
why can't you come with us?

-I want my money, my wages!

-I'll have to keep
talking to him while you leave.

Go quickly!

-Kids or money!

Kids or money!

-Mr. Landers, you're making it
impossible to sleep.

-Well,
I ain't sleeping neither!

Now let's...talk business!

-You are proposing that
we pay you $500 in exchange

for you allowing the children
to accompany us to Cimarron.

I don't like children
to be treated

as if they were for sale.

-Well, there's a lot
of things I don't like neither,

and you're one of 'em!

[ Thud ]
You're one of 'em!

Get out here and --
and talk about my money!

It's my house, and it's my door.

You hear me? My house!

You open up
or I'm gonna break it down!

My doors! My house!

Mine!

It's my house, my door.
You hear me?

Open the door!

Let's talk about money.

I'll break it down and beat you
over the head with it!

-Don't you dare threaten me!

I am a servant to God.

Kneel down and ask for
your forgiveness.

-[ Muttering ]

Gonna talk about my money.

[ Loud crash ]

Wanna talk about money?

[ Lamp shatters ]

[ Flames whoosh ]

[ Grunts ]

[ Screams ]

I'm dying! I'm dying, Lord!

I didn't mean
those things I said, Lord!

Them three black crows
done it all!

It's their fault!
Now, look at me!

I'm a praying man, Lord!
Look at me, Lord!

-[ Shouts indistinctly ]
-Please, Lord, it's their fault!

I'm a prayin' man, Lord!

-[ Speaks indistinctly ]
[ Slapping ]

-Get on your feet!
-[ Shouts indistinctly ]

Get on your feet!

Help me! Quick!

♪

-Where are the children?

-They're safe
with Sister Charles, Marshal.

-You all right, ma'am?

-It was a little warm in there,
Mr. Haggen,

but thank God and whoever built
such a sturdy fireplace.

-Amen.

-A troublemaker is what you are.

Minding my own business.

You scrubbed my place
so a man can't even sleep!

You burned my place down!

-Matthew,
that loudmouth knothead,

he ain't agreeing to nothin'.

-If he doesn't
turn those kids of his

over to the Sisters legally,

there's not much I can
do either.

They'll just have to become
wards of the county.

-But why can't we go with you,
Sister?

-We don't want
to stay with our father.

-He doesn't smell nice
all the time.

-Oh, honey.

If it were up to us, we'd scoop
you right up into this stage.

-And take you
a million miles away.

-Well, as you heard, Marshal,

there's no convincing
Mr. Landers.

-Just a minute, ma'am.

Festus, bring him out here.

-You bet.
-Sit down here.

-[ Groans ]

[ Speaks indistinctly ]
You ain't heard the last of me!

I'm getting me a lawyer fellow
and a judge and one of them...

-You're out of your mind.
-And I'm gonna set them down...

[ Speaks indistinctly ]
-All right.

Just sit down right there, Pack.

-Now, what I got to say
about this is I gotta --

-You've already had your say.

Now I'm gonna have mine.

This is a legal paper saying
that you're gonna

turn your kids over
to these Sisters

for their education in Cimarron.

-I ain't saying nothing.

And this is a legal document
where I'm charging Pack Landers

with, one, arson,

two, attempted mayhem,

three, attempted thievery,

four, disorderly conduct,

five, trapping out of season,

six...

Maybe that's enough, huh?

Enough to get you
about 30 years.

Now one of us is gonna sign
one of these documents.

Which it gonna be?

It's only gonna take me about
2 seconds to make up my mind.

That's more like it.

-God bless you, Marshal.

And a special blessing to you,
Mr. Landers.

They say God works
in mysterious ways.

And I do believe that one day,

you will be seated with
the angels.

-Angels? [ Scoffs ]

-Black magic,
her and them other two crows!

I was blackmailed.

-And you were almost made
a member of the human race.

-You mean it, Mother?

-Indeed, I do.

Into the stage.

-Here you go, bug.

-Ahh.

We have a special prayer
for you, Mr. Haggen.

-Aw, you hadn't oughta troubled
yourself that way, ma'am.

-Oh, it's quite all right.

-Bless you, Mr. Haggen,
for all you've done.

-Aw, fudge,
it wasn't nothin', ma'am.

-God bless and keep you.
-Much obliged, ma'am.

Good luck to you.
[ Door closes ]

Pack...

-You can't even blow a whistle,
you numb nobs!

-Pack, keep your tongue --
-You numb nobs!

-For the last time,
get out of here!

-Numb nobs! Numb nobs!
-Get out of here!

-Numb -- Numb --
-Pack.

Now make up your mind --

back to jail
or out to those rocks of yours?

-Just saying goodbye
to my little darlings.

♪

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

♪