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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!

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-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.

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

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