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

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[ Thud ] -Oh!

[ Pounding on door ]

-Marshal, open up!

[ Pounding resumes ]

We got a wounded man out here!

-Well, hold your taters! I'm comin'!

I'm comin'.

[ Man speaks indistinctly, dog barking ]

-Leave the gun.

Stable the horses.

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[ Glass shatters ]

[ Glass crunches ]

[ Floorboard creaking ]

-[ Exhales ]

[ Click ]

[ Gunshots, bullets ricochet ]

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[ Door bangs open ]

-Drop the gun! Drop it!

Know who you just shot, lady?

Cole Morgan.

You're in a lot of trouble.

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-Clint!

There ain't no sign of the gunsmith.

-We'd better find him fast. Morgan's gonna have our heads.

-Yeah.

-Get that shoulder fixed quick.

-Well, he'd be a lot better off up in the office.

-Get to it.

-Just the girl upstairs.

Just sit and stay out of the way, Miss.

-You know her?

-Yeah, we kinda grew up in the same town.

-How's the street?

-Came off exactly like you laid it out, expect for the gunsmith.

He's loose somewhere in the town.

-Get out in that street.

Let this town know that somebody's gonna get killed

if that gunsmith doesn't show his face.

Hold it.

Is this the one you were talking about, the marshal's woman?

-She was two weeks ago when I scouted out the town.

-She can be your somebody. Take her with you.

Make it loud and clear that you'll bury her on the spot

unless that gunsmith gives himself up.

-All right. Just a minute.

-Now, old man, I don't need you so bad I can't bury you, too.

-It's all right, Doc.

Don't get your patient excited.

-Get busy.

-I'll get busy once she gets back in the saloon safe.

-Trent? -Yeah.

-Tell Clint to rough that woman up some, show we mean business.

-All right. I'll start.

But you'd better start to worry whether I finish or not

if anything happens to her.

-Greer, get me a drink.

-Yes, sir.

[ Gunshots continue ]

[ Click, gunshot ]

-Gunsmith!

You hear me?!

Now, you show yourself, or somebody's gonna get hurt...

Startin' with this pretty lady from the Long Branch.

-I'm comin' down!

[ Gun thuds ]

-All right.

Anybody tries to leave town tonight's gonna get shot.

Gunsmith here is showing good sense.

The rest of you do the same.

Go back in your houses and get your sleep like any other night.

You two get that gun off the carriage

and bring it inside.

Gunsmith, you're an important man tonight.

-Any deviation in that timetable,

I wanna know about it immediately.

-Right. Carter's over at the telegraph office now.

-Here's the gunsmith.

-What's your name?

-O'Brien.

-Well, Mr. O'Brien, I've got a deadline for you --

3:00 this morning.

Ream the chambers of that Gatling gun.

How much ammunition do you carry?

-I don't have anything at all to fit a Gatling.

-We know that. I meant Sharps ammunition.

I want that gun fixed so that Sharps cartridges will fit it.

-I don't think I have any Sharps.

-He's lyin'.

I seen at least three cases in his storeroom.

-Well, Mr. O'Brien, that'll be the first and last mistakes

you're gonna be allowed.

Take him to his shop. Let him bring back anything he needs.

Doc, let's make some time here.

You gonna take this thing out, aren't you?

-Oh, yes. I'm gonna take it out.

You're gonna have to take some of this.

-What is it?

-It's laudanum. Put you to sleep.

-How long?

-Most of the night, I guess. -Make it half an hour.

-I don't think you understand me.

This is gonna hurt.

-That'll be my worry.

Yours will be how careful you measure out that laudanum.

[ Grunts softly ]

What time is it, Trent?

-Almost 1:30.

-If I'm not awake in 30 minutes, shoot the doctor.

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-Let's move along a little faster, Sarge.

We wanna get outta here as soon as we can.

-Thanks, Adam.

I'll tell ya, Matt, I'd sure hate to move that gold

through those canyons.

-Well, if we skirt Bucklin and stay in the open country,

I think we can make Dodge before daylight.

-I hate to take it alone.

Anything happen to that shipment,

they'd hang me up by the ears.

-Well, why don't we ask Fort Dodge when we wire in?

I still think we're better off

to stay in the open country myself.

-Yeah, well I tell ya, knowin' old high pockets

at the fort, the only thing you're gonna get outta him

is a very short, "Better stick to the original plan."

-Let's try it. -Move out!

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[ Telegraph clicking ]

-Acknowledge the message the usual way.

[ Clicking resumes ] "Sightin' on schedule.

"Request reroute via Bucklin area.

Should still arrive Dodge City before dawn."

All right. Relay that onto the fort.

Any particular way you raise the fort?

-Just message Fort Dodge, wait for a go-ahead.

-Send it.

And don't forget, I was teethed on one of those keys.

[ Clicking resumes ]

-Acknowledge...arrival...

at...Smithtown.

Route...change...approved.

Signed...Commandant...

Fort...Dodge.

[ Clicking stops ]

-You got to have a little faith, Lieutenant.

-Looks like the old man had a good meal tonight.

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-I'll have to ream every barrel out by hand.

-As long as you finish by 3.

-I'm-a need some help, somebody that knows what they're doing.

-Well, you got somebody in mind?

-Festus Haggen. He helps me out at the shop sometimes.

If you want me to get the job done in time,

I'm gonna need the proper help.

-Okay.

You two, go get the deputy. Bring him over here.

It's been a long time, Jenny.

His face, Doc! What did you do to his face?

-What about his face?

-It's a mess.

-Well, I can't help that. It'd been a lot worse

if I hadn't taken those bone splinters out of his cheek.

-Hey, Doc, how's he gonna look?

I-I mean, Morgan was...

-Plain?

-Yeah.

-Well...

he's gonna have a scar.

I can't help that, either.

-When he wakes up and sees what you did...

He was one man who sure admired his looks.

♪

[ Crickets chirping ]

-Wish they'd get that gun fixed.

I'd feel a lot better knowing we had that back on hand

when the marshal gets here with the gold.

-Don't worry. Morgan knows what he's doing.

And we wouldn't be here if he didn't think

we could pull it off.

-Yeah, I know. But don't forget.

Ain't just the marshal we got to think about.

He's got a detachment of cavalry with him.

-With that Gatling gun, we could handle an army.

-Yeah. I'm gonna head down to the telegraph office

and see if there's been any change in our plan.

-How's the shoulder?

-Well, you'll have to be careful with it.

-Clint, have you heard from Smithtown yet?

-Yeah, and the gold shipment's right on schedule.

They got word from Fort Dodge to go by way of Bucklin Flats,

but it won't hurt us any.

Still be in before light.

-Good.

Doc...

Will there be much of a scar?

-Well, some people heal different.

There better not be.

-Most important thing is that shoulder

don't move around too much.

-Doc, your hands, I needed. Your mouth, I don't.

Why don't you go home and get some sleep?

I figure you're smart enough not to leave that office of yours.

See that he gets there and stays there.

You got supplies for when we leave?

-Figure I'd wait till you get on your feet

'fore I went over the store.

-Well...

-I'll get to it.

[ Door bangs ] -[ Shouting indistinctly ]

-Caught him taking a horse from the livery.

-What kind of trip were you gonna make?

-Ridin' to see the marshal, that's what I was doing!

I heard them fellas of yours talkin'

about the gold coming up!

Well, you don't know marshal till you figure out...

-Here, here! Quit that!

-Can't you see Louie ain't in no sense to do nothin'?

-Maybe stretch his neck a little,

give the town somethin' to think about.

-Leave him alone! -I give the orders here, Red.

Throw him in jail.

-Get off of me! [ Muttering indistinctly ]

-You can consider this a request in place of an order.

Break out some good brandy if you got it.

Don't forget you men are working against that clock.

-We been told that a time or two.

-I got a lot of confidence in you, boys.

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-I never thought you'd take up with a man like Morgan, Clint.

-It's the way things happen sometimes.

-The way things happen?

You were ready to kill Miss Russell in the street!

-I never killed anybody.

Wouldn't have hurt herany.

-How long have you been riding with Morgan and his men?

-For a time.

-You mean the trains he robbed, the bank holdups?

-I said for a time!

Why, Jenny?

Why'd you run out?

-Clint, you know that answer.

-Almost set out to... buy that land next to your pa's.

But you stayed away.

You never did come back.

-And you're certainly proving I show good sense.

-All right. I teamed up with Morgan.

What did you do, head out to the nearest saloon?

Some drunken wrangler losing his month's pay,

you starin' at him? -Clint, that's not fair!

-[ Scoffs ]

I don't know, Jenny.

I guess we both lost.

But we can go back!

-No, Clint.

No, Clint, you can't go back, not from where you are!

-We'll go below the border.

We'll pull a curtain down behind us!

-Clint, I'm a woman.

Someday I wanna have babies.

So don't talk to me about a border!

I need to be told about a home, a farm,

about loving a husband

without wondering if some marshal's coming after him!

♪

-[ Chuckles ]

-Aah! [ Screaming ]

Help!

[ Continues screaming ] Let me go!

-[ Man shouting indistinctly ]

-Let her go!

[ Smack ] -All right. Come on!

Come out!

-If Morgan finds out you pull a stunt like this,

he's gonna stake the three of you out to an anthill.

Now get outta here.

Jenny, I --

-All you have to do is mention Morgan's name,

and everything's taken care of.

Well, I'd sure take real pride in that.

[ Glasses clink ]

-[ Lowered voice ] Newly, we ain't actually fixin' this gun.

-[ Lowered voice ] It's got to operate, Festus.

There's nothin' I can do about that.

-Then I'lls just stand by while Matthew

and them soldiers get -- -I don't intend to.

Spread the nose on a few of these.

The gun'll blow apart if we time it right.

-Blow both of us apart if we don't.

Where we gonna put 'em? -About the middle.

Trying to time the test so it'll blow when they handle it.

-If you don't mind, I'm not drinking.

-You weren't asked to enjoy the company.

[ Bottle thuds ]

You know, I've never met your marshal.

But from what I understand, he commands considerable respect.

-You planned the takeover of this town very well.

But to plan a wholesale slaughter...

-Slaughter?

I never plan slaughter.

I avoid them like the plague.

You see, a gold robbery is an item in the newspaper.

But a marshal and a cavalry patrol

being buried with full military honors

is something like a bad meal.

It takes a long time to digest and longer still to forget.

It's bad.

-Then why are you repairing that gun?

-To use, of course, but only as a threat.

-You don't think the marshal and those soldiers'll fight.

-Well, I don't know.

But I intend to explain carefully to them

how they're handicapped.

You see, the Gatling gun

and the rifles of my men have them locked into the street.

But of equal weight, the marshal

won't know what may happen to the hostages I have.

So I don't think he'll attempt anything foolishly heroic.

-Always one step ahead.

-I try to be.

-Don't you think, one of these days,

you might be overreaching yourself?

-Well, there's always the possibility

that the game may end.

But when it does,

regret is a form of self-pity.

-I think this is one time when you have overreached yourself.

Marshal Dillon is...

-Marshal Dillon.

No man is God, Miss Russell.

-I'm glad you're acknowledging that, Mr. Morgan.

-[ Chuckles ]

I just hope this marshal of yours hasn't lived as long

as he has without developing some sense of prudence.

[ Grunts softly ]

♪

[ Glass shatters ]

♪

Doc, Open that bag and take whatever's necessary

to put my face back the way it was.

-Nothing like that in this bag.

I can't work a miracle.

[ Glass shatters ]

-I'll give you 10 seconds to say it differently.

-I did the best I could on your face,

and I personally think it was a good job.

-Maybe you could do a better job on her?

-Now, just...

-You touch her, Morgan,

and there ain't nothin' on God's Earth

can make us finish workin' on this here gun.

-Morgan, it doesn't make sense.

-Are you givin' me orders?

-I'm givin' you advice.

If we don't get that gun ready, we might as well

saddle up right now and leave this town empty-handed.

-Clint's right, Mr. Morgan.

-Morgan... -[ Coughing ]

-I don't care what happens to you personally.

But as a doctor -- -Doc...

You know something? Your concern touches me.

Get him out!

Greer...

Get down to that telegraph office,

see if there's any more changes in the route they're takin'.

-Maybe you oughta be gettin' some sleep.

-More advice? -No, sir.

There ain't one of us wouldn't follow you anywhere you say.

But that's only 'cause you never let nothing personal get...

-Move!

Get busy on that gun!

[ Spurs clank ]

-Doc, you mentioned Morgan's shoulder in there.

Is he gonna have trouble riding in the morning?

-Well, he's got trouble right now.

He's got a fever.

I wouldn't bet he's gonna ride anywhere.

[ Telegraph clicking ]

-They're passing through Bellefont on schedule,

still arrive at Fort Dodge 'fore dawn.

[ Clicking resumes ] -We might as well

make a nonstop into Dodge City.

I don't see any reason stopping at Four Corners.

-Well, I expect you're right, Matt.

But it means wakin' up the old man to approve the change.

-Marshal, do you have a new operator in Dodge?

-Why do you ask that?

-Well, every operator sends differently.

This wasn't Barney's touch on this key.

-Ask the operator to identify himself.

[ Clicking resumes ]

-Send back, uh,

"I'm a young fella the railroad sent down for you to break in."

[ Clicking ]

-Barney's back on the key.

He's breaking in the new man. The railroad sent him.

I figured this was a new man on that key.

-Your time's up at 3.

-We're finished.

-Trent, have them set it up in the street.

-Get it outside.

-Young lady, you go tell that young woman

I want her out here and bring that brandy bottle.

-How you feeling now?

You know it's our skins, too, if you do anything

to make this job any more complicated than it is.

We've got some hard riding to do in the morning.

-When the time comes, you just tie me in the saddle.

[ Liquor pouring ]

-That could kill you.

-Well, that shouldn't make you and the others too unhappy.

You divide up my share.

-I don't care about that now.

-[ Swallows ]

What else did you ever find worth caring about?

[ Door opens ]

Fill it.

Take her outside.

[ Coughs ]

-I wonder if you have any idea how sick a man you are.

-So you think your marshal is gonna win out.

-You seem a little worried about it.

-How far does it go between you?

-That's none of your business.

-Not afraid, Red?

You know I'm not leaving you as happy tomorrow as I found you.

-What does that mean?

-It means I'd never forget it if I did.

And I never leave unfinished business behind me.

-You know, if you had been in a fight with a man

and gotten shot, even in the face,

you would've ridden out of town proud of the way you looked.

-Difference is that man'd be dead.

-Yeah, but you can't leave a dead woman behind.

But you got to leave somethin'...

[ Whispers ] ...that people can whisper about.

-What can you and me whisper about, Red?

-There's another side of you that I'm learning about.

-Oh?

-You're really a very boring man.

[ Whack ]

♪

-You'll find me less boring when your man rides into town.

-They follow, Clint.

Wherever you go, the law's gonna follow you.

-Not if you head enough far enough south.

If I send you word later, will you join me?

-Clint, you could be lying in the street by morning.

Don't you have any thoughts at all for the people

who may die here because you rode into town?

-Jenny, I can't undo what I've done.

I'm asking ya if you think we can get together again.

-Clint, don't send me any word because I won't answer you.

[ Click ]

-Good working order, gunsmith?

-As far as I can make it.

-That trough at the livery.

See what you can do.

[ Gunshots ]

[ Water spilling ]

Continue.

The livery door.

[ Gunshots ]

Try that peddler's cart.

[ Gunshots ]

-That's a direct hit.

-Young lady?

Move over here and stand by this gun.

-What's goin' on?

-I'm not quite sure these gentleman

haven't arranged a surprise for us.

Let's try a few more, gunsmith.

Put her back.

-You want somebody to stand near that gun, I'll do it.

-Her, I can do without. You, I need, or think I do.

That first clip isn't finished yet.

-Mister, you can quit this here cat-and-mouse game

you're a-playin'.

-You were gonna blow the gun, sacrifice yourself.

[ Chuckles ]

Mr. O'Brien,

I think I mentioned you'd be allowed only one mistake.

[ Gunshot ]

That oughta keep the Doc busy. Put 'em both in jail.

Check those clips.

Sometime soon, you and I

are going to have to have a serious discussion.

-How about you handling the gun, Clint?

-I don't run this outfit. Morgan does.

-Well, he ain't acting like it.

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-This is gonna hurt you, Newly. -Go ahead, Doc.

I'm just worried about the marshal and them others.

-I know what you mean.

They ain't gonna stand a prayer of a chance

if they use that Gatling gun.

-It's almost 4.

They should be crossing the south wash about now.

-You think you're too good to serve my men?

I want an answer to my question.

-It's near that time!

-You and him never bend.

-Well, that just makes the breaking all the easier.

Is that right, Red? -Morgan, we don't --

-Shut up!

Well, Red, I need an answer to my question!

-What you need is a doctor!

-They're comin'! They're comin'! Get those torches out!

-We should be standing by that gun now!

-Coming up the back street now.

-Have her show her face the second he reins in.

Get to your positions!

♪

[ Horse blusters ]

♪

-That shoulder of yours, Morgan.

Maybe I should handle the gun.

-I'll handle it. You just keep those clips handy.

-You sure you feel well enough?

-Well enough to throw you off this balcony

if you open your mouth again.

Load it up!

[ Click ]

[ Horses blustering ]

-You girls, come over here and sit down!

If somebody starts shouting, gettin' things worked up,

there'll be a lot of dead bodies out there,

somethin' none of us want.

-That'd be them, I reckon.

-We do any shouting, they're gonna open up on 'em.

-That's just about what they're figuring on, too.

-Come on, big Matt.

-Move out.

Morning, Marshal.

Draw a gun, and you've got big trouble in the street.

Mr. Morgan will explain it to you.

-You know what this can do.

And we can agree that what's in the back of that wagon

isn't worth those boys of yours dying.

-We can agree on that, all right.

-Then throw your guns in the street.

Have your men do the same!

-He's got the whole town, Matt.

-Let's do as we're told, boys.

[ Holsters thudding ]

-I heard you didn't bend that much.

-[ Lowered voice ] Morgan, don't push him.

-I heard you were a man who wouldn't step back!

-He's got men all over town.

-Cole Morgan, huh?

-We never had the pleasure before.

-No. You've never been in Kansas before.

-All right, big Matt.

Get off your horse.

Have your men do the same.

-What now, Morgan?

-What do you think of him now, Red?

-Morgan.

-Just a big, sweet man down there!

-Looks like you got yourself a standoff.

-Is that what you call a Gatling gun

looking down your throat?

I'd call it a high hand!

-Not much sense in going any further

without the stakes on the table.

-What does that mean?

-You better look inside that wagon.

-Greer!

-There ain't no gold, Mr. Morgan!

It's empty!

-No gold!

-The lieutenant and the rest of his men

took that gold right to Fort Dodge.

Looks like we'll have to play out this hand

some other time.

♪

-I'm not a joker!

[ Gunshots ]

-No, Morgan!

[ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshot ]

[ Thud ] -He's gone crazy! Let's get!

[ Gunshots ]

-Morgan!

Kitty, are you all right?

-I'm -- I'm fine, Matt.

-Nothing I...ever did seemed to turn out right.

Nobody's fault but my own, I guess.

-You're gonna be all right.

-Jenny, I wish we could go back.

-Maybe we can, Clint.

Maybe we can.

-Kitty, are you sure you're all right?

-I am now.

♪

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

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