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♪
-"Gunsmoke," starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.
-[ Humming ]
[ Birds chirping ]
-Hold up.
Whoa.
Come along.
Ho.
Hold up. Ho.
Giddy up. Giddy up.
-Hold it right there.
-I got no gun...
no money, nothin'.
-You got no eyesight. I'll swear to that.
What do you think I was, standin' over here
puffin' smoke, a chimney pot?
Them potatoes got better eyes than you got, Skyler.
-You got the wrong man.
My name is Sargent.
-Is that so?
Is your first name still Quent?
-Well, there's a lot of people named Quent.
-Well, Quent, lots of people,
you're the man I come to see, come a long way to see.
-Where from?
-Jefferson City, Missouri.
-State prison?
-That's right.
-Who are you, anyway?
-You tell me who I am, Quent.
You tell me who's the last man on this whole wide world
you'd ever want to see again, huh?
Sargent, if that don't beat all.
The only stripe you ever had
was that yellow one, runs up your back.
-All right. All right.
But when I went into that smoking car,
two lawmen cut down on me.
I bolt and run. I admit it.
I bolt and run.
But I thought you'd done already uncoupled that engine
and that -- that express car.
I thought you and, uh, the front end of that train
would be clean across the river by then.
Otherwise I'd a -- -You'd a-what?
-I didn't have much time.
-We did.
10 years apiece they gave us, me and Bronk and Tully.
That's a whole lot of time, 10 years.
-You come to kill me?
-Quentin?
-Go on back in the house.
-Quentin?
Well, I was just gonna say you could come on in to eat now.
-No, I -- I ain't hungry.
You run on back to the house now.
-This is Mrs. Sargent!
Well, ma'am, I can't tell you what a pleasure
it is to meet you.
I'm a longtime friend of your husband's here.
-Geneva, I, uh...
-You didn't tell me she was so pretty, Quentin.
Did you say somethin' about eatin', ma'am?
My name's Hackett. I'm the new hired hand.
♪
♪
-Rain stopped.
-Well, out there maybe, but not in here.
-I'll fix that roof for you first thing tomorrow.
-Oh.
-The shingles is rotten.
-Might as well try to patch up a rain cloud.
-No. No. I said fix, not patch.
-If Miss Geneva wants a new roof,
that's what she's gonna get.
-Did you hear that, Quentin?
-You a traveling man, Hackett.
Shinglin' a roof takes time.
What do you want here, my skin?
Then take it.
But leave her alone. She don't know nothin'.
-Nothing's what she married.
That's the first thing she knows.
-I got my pride.
-I bet you even got the box it came in.
-More coffee, Mr. Hackett?
-Yes, ma'am, Miss Geneva.
-Quentin?
-I need somethin' stronger.
-Well, you have family back in Missouri, Mr. Hackett?
-Uh, no, ma'am.
-You never got married?
-No, ma'am.
-Hackett's always been too busy for the ladies.
-Oh, Quentin.
I can't hardly believe that.
Why, Quentin, aren't you gonna offer Mr. Hackett a drink?
Or don't you use whiskey, either?
-Oh, I use it, Miss Geneva.
I just ain't married to it.
[ Both laugh ]
-Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean that the way it sounded.
-No offense, Miss Geneva.
-You want some of this?
-Huh, yeah, Quentin, I don't mind if I -- if I do.
There you go.
Well, here's to women!
-[ Laughs ]
Great dragglin' drawers!
What you got in there, Skyler, dead hounds?
-It's just a might green.
I'll get you some branch water.
-Oh, did -- did I hear you call my husband Skyler
or somethin' like that?
-No. No.
What he said was -- -Yes.
You heard right, Miss Geneva.
Fact is, your husband here puts me in mind
of a man I know, used to go by the name of Skyler.
-Oh.
-[ Sighs ]
Yeah.
Reckless fellow, old Skyler was.
Lived by the gun, and he'll probably die by it, too.
You keep feedin' me like this,
Miss Geneva, I'm just liable to never get down to Mexico.
-Mexico?
-Me and Tully and Bronk,
we decided we need a change of scenery.
-Oh, are you here with friends?
-Well, as a matter of fact, I was just about to excuse myself.
They're waitin' for me in Dodge.
I'm gonna go and tell 'em about my new job.
-Do you mean to tell me that you --
you've got friends a-waitin' for you
while you be a-workin' out here?
-Well, when they hear about this home cookin'
and this pretty lady of the house,
they're just liable to be climbin' your ridgepole
come sunup, just beggin' to help work on that new roof.
-You stop it!
-You can't bring them out here.
Lord have mercy.
-I'm just askin' the boss here for a couple dollars
advance on my wages.
Guess I'm worth a little advance, huh, boss?
That's right generous of you.
If I was you, I'd raise all that I could lay my hands on.
-Raise what, did you say?
-A new roof, Miss Geneva, crack of dawn.
-Uh, Mr. Hackett, you'd better watch yourself in Dodge City
and stay out of them saloons,
or you're not even gonna hear the crack of dawn.
-Good night, now, Miss Geneva.
-[ Laughs ]
Night, boss.
-Quentin, what's the matter?
Oh, now, did you want to go into town with him?
I don't mind.
-No. No.
-Well, I think it's gonna be real nice havin' somebody
around for you to talk to.
-He just wants money.
-Oh, Quentin, don't begrudge a friend a few dollars.
Why, one good friend is worth his weight in gold.
-When you got a friend like Hackett,
one's all you need.
-Skyler's got a new name.
Other than that and a piece of ground looks like 50 acres
of snake belly, he ain't got nothin'.
-You mean he's a sure-enough croppin' farmer?
-What's he raisin'?
-Dust and, when he saw me, a fearsome sweat.
-It's been 10 years, Hackett.
We'll let him go if he comes up with the money.
-There's got to be enough for horses.
We can't be hittin' no train without train-hittin' horses.
That's the Lord's own truth.
-Well, if he buys us the horses
and the dynamite, that ought to square it, right?
I mean, we can't be leavin' some dead farmer out there.
It's just another problem, right, Hackett?
-You boys think you can get all that whiskey
and fun out of your blood in time
to hit 9:12 out of Hutchinson tomorrow night?
-That quick?
-Oh, I hear you talkin'.
The quicker, the better,
'fore that marshal come back into this town.
And I'm gonna blow them tracks right of the ties.
-There's no short-fusin' this time, Tully.
-[ Laughs ] Well, the shorter I light it,
the quicker you light out, right?
-Lightin' out quick's fine, Tully.
We just like to do it under our own power.
Don't we, Bronk?
You boys stay out of trouble, keep your mouths shut...
we're liable to go down to Mexico in style.
-[ Laughs ]
♪
-[ Humming ]
-Don't bother to stack the chairs tonight, Sam.
It's too late.
We'll just lock up.
-Not just yet, pretty woman.
You got a payin' customer.
-We're closin'. It's been a long day.
-Yeah, but a short evenin'.
-Why don't you go on down to the Bull's Head?
-No. I'd rather give you the business.
Whiskey, barkeep.
-Miss Kitty? -Barkeep, I said whiskey.
A bottle. I mean now.
-Mister, don't threat--
-Whiskey.
-Sam.
-Sam, the best.
Much obliged, pretty woman.
Now, Sam, why don't you just put that gun up on the bar
so as we can all relax?
If you decide to go for it, Sam,
be sure and wait until I've just swallowed the shot.
They tell me the shock to the system's enough to slow
a man's draw by as much as a whole tenth of a second.
-Did you ever notice, Miss Kitty,
how it's always hand-to-mouth with these gun bums?
-Sam. -No.
That's all right. Let him talk.
Go ahead, Sam.
-I mean, Miss Kitty,
if they draw their gun and don't get to shoot it off,
they immediately start to shoot their big mouths off.
-Sam, why don't you just go on home?
I'll be all right. -No. No.
Sam's an interesting fellow,
ugly, but interesting.
You -- Tell me, Sam.
I mean, suppose I draw again and shoot my gun.
Would that cure my mouth trouble?
-Mister, you know, you surprise me.
You don't look like the kind of person who'd --
-Yeah, I know. I'm a bigger man
than to shoot up a barkeep, right?
-Well, I would have put it a --
-You know somethin', pretty lady?
I've had it put to me every way there is.
And it's always by some painted pretty like you
who thinks she knows all about men just 'cause
she's known so many.
Now, Sam!
You're dead, Sam.
Or you would be,
except the pretty woman here was right in the first place.
I am a bigger man than that,
except she didn't really think so.
I mean, not really. She was just --
She just tryin' to use a little of that calico queen cajolery
on me,
which is what they teach her to do when they teach her
about face paintin', waterin' drinks,
and separatin' men from their money.
-Keep talkin', mister.
You're gettin' bigger all the time.
-How 'bout you performin' the honors again?
-Take the bottle and get out.
It's on the house.
-Sam here would be a lot happier if you pour it.
See, the only way to deal with a pretty woman
is a big, tough mouth 'cause
you can't shoot her, and she knows it.
You just shoot her barkeep instead.
Wait till I drink it, Sam!
He's a slow learner, ain't he?
I told you I wouldn't shoot you, Sam.
Well, I might just pink you up here and there,
but nothin' real discomfortin'.
So, next time, why don't you just go for it, Sam?
I mean, don't spoil the nice game, just -- I mean,
you might even shoot me dead.
-I swear I'd chance it, except I just --
-'Cept you ain't got the guts.
-I just cleaned it.
It ain't loaded.
I just remembered.
-I hate lyin', Sam.
And I hate liars worse.
Now, you're just tryin' to save your big, ugly face in front
of the pretty woman here.
-I ain't lyin'.
-Ain't you?
Now, just how sure are you that you ain't lyin'?
-Mister, are you crazy?
-Both barrels sure?
You got 'em.
[ Gun clicks ]
[ Gun clicks ]
♪
You load it, Sam, first thing in the morning.
Miss Kitty, I want to thank you for the drinks.
I certainly do hope my little spate of playactin'
didn't cause you or Sam here any real, genuine uneasiness.
[ Chuckles ] G-good night.
-Don't say a word, Sam.
Just lock up and go on home.
If there's a full moon out tonight, don't look at it.
♪
[ Pounding ]
-Hey, howdy there, Quent, Miss Geneva.
Listen, don't mind me. I'm just tearing your roof off.
-Oh, good lord, Quentin.
-I'm gonna chop it off, Quentin,
every last sliver of it.
Miss Geneva wants herself a new roof.
That's what she gonna get.
-Look, Quentin, do something.
He's your friend.
-You know something? Even your cross boards is rotten.
I never seen anything like this.
I best make a pass cuttin' that ridgepole.
That might be rotten, too.
Hey, I might have to take the whole dang top off of it.
-Do you think he knows what he's doin'?
[ Pounding continues ]
-Hey, beautiful lady-girl,
how 'bout lining up some of your best chilled stump water?
Your workin' man's growin' fierce thirsty.
-Hackett, I got to talk to you.
-I need three horses,
three fast-movin', long-winded, new-shod horses.
You're gonna buy 'em for me.
-Horses like that cost money.
I ain't got that much money.
-Borrow it.
-Well, what if I can't borrow it?
-Then steal it, like I did the shingles.
-You stole these shingles?
-What'd you think, I opened up an account at the store?
-Well, what if a marshal traces them out here
and finds them nailed to my roof? What then?
-They gonna find you nailed up here along with 'em
if you don't shut up.
I need six sticks of dynamite.
Just leave the horses at the livery.
Bronk and Tully'll pick 'em up.
-You're gonna blow a train, ain't you?
-That's right.
Tonight, the 9:12 out of Hutchinson.
I'm spellin' it out to you,
Quentin, so I'll know you know all the details.
I mean, just in case anythin' goes wrong.
And also, as a reminder,
you still owe 10 years to the Missouri State Prison.
That is, if I don't finish you first.
♪
-I'll do it.
Me and the missus will drive into town.
Be back in about 2 hours.
-She stays.
Quentin, when you get back,
you'll find her sound of wind and limb.
-Hackett, if you so much as -- -Quentin,
I'm developin' this fierce urge to shoot you in the left ear.
Hey, beautiful lady, what's happenin' with that water?
-Uh, we can rough this out, Quent, to $62.
-Well, uh,
just put that on my account if you would, please.
-Mr. Lathrop, Quent, how be it?
-Fine, Festus.
-You mentioned somethin' else you wanted, Quent?
-Well, I'll, uh...
I'll just take a look around, see what I need.
-Uh, Mr. Lathrop, you ain't by no chance
got in no more of them fancy Texas boots, did you?
-Their drummer promised them to me the first of the month,
Festus. -Oh.
I reckon I can wait till then, uh, seein'
as I ain't gonna have the money till the first of the year.
[ Laughs ]
See you directly, Quent.
Mr. Lathrop, what I was meanin' to ask you,
could you set aside a pair of them high-top stitched ones
that I'm so partial to?
-Well, glad to, Festus.
-Fixin' to blow some stumps, are you, Quent?
-Yeah, there's a couple of 'em gettin'
in my way of plowin' out there.
-Well, just keep a eyeball peeled on your business
and don't go blowin' off a couple fingers.
[ Chuckles ]
-[ Humming ]
-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to spook you, honey.
-Mr. Hackett, don't you be comin' in here
and don't call me honey!
Now you go on. Go on!
-I didn't mean no offense, Miss Geneva.
I just got worried about you bein' gone
all afternoon and all. And --
-Oh, I ain't been gone.
You have.
-Well, just to look for you, I swear.
-Well, I been here the whole time,
'cepting for a few minutes that I walked to the creek an' back.
I had to do a little washin'.
-A little washin', huh?
-Oh, look at that sun.
Quentin'll be here any minute now.
Oh, see, the stew's almost done.
It sure smells good.
Uh, did you finish that roof already?
You know, when I came back from the creek,
I took a walk up there.
And, um, well, you still had a ways to go.
So I though to myself you'd probably determined
to go into town after all to get some more supplies.
And then I-I had occasion to get to the barn.
And, uh...
And I saw your...
-I'm glad you missed me, honey.
-Don't come any closer to me,
and I asked you not to call me that.
-No, you told me not to call you that, honey.
-Now you looky here, Mr. Hackett.
I'm a married woman who loves her husband.
-Sure, you are.
I admire that kind of perseverance
against impossible odds.
-Quentin's a good man.
-Well, I ain't. But you knew that first time
you ever laid eyes on me, didn't you?
-I'd never -- I never, ever gave you any cause --
-I didn't need none. But if I had, uh,
it would have been enough just seein' your hair still wet
after a little washin'.
-Well, it weren't for you I washed it.
I wash my hair every week about this time.
-Then there's the way you come lookin' for me --
the roof, the barn, comin' back,
puttin' on that little clean pinafore frock.
You know somethin', Miss Geneva?
I'm so pleased, I'm just gonna have to steal me a kiss.
-I'm gonna tell Quentin!
Oh!
[ Door closes ]
-How'd it go? Did you get the dynamite and the horses?
-Yeah, I got it all right.
What happened to your face?
Where's Geneva?
Geneva?
-Quentin. Oh! Oh, I was so worried.
-Is everything all right?
-You going to tell him, Miss Geneva?
-Tell him?
-All right.
I kissed her, Quent.
I kissed your wife.
I said I kissed her, Quent.
Ain't you gonna to do anything about that?
I'll just wait here while you go get your gun.
-You agreed you --
-I agreed to nothin'.
All right.
Reckon I'll just have to come back out here later on, then,
take up where I left off.
I got some business to take care of first.
Well, why don't you try to find some of that there pride
you was talkin' about?
[ Laughs ]
or the box it came in.
♪
-I guess I know what kind of man he is now.
-He tell you anythin' about hisself?
'Bout me?
-No.
-He's a killer, a train robber.
-And you?
-I ain't never killed nobody.
But 10 years ago, I helped him plan three train robberies.
-Oh, Quentin.
-He's gonna rob the 9:12 tonight.
And I -- I borrowed the money to --
to buy him three getaway horses and the dynamite.
Like he says,
I owe 10 years' jail time to the Missouri State Prison.
-Well -- well, there was just nothin' you --
you could do about it then.
-Ain't never much a man can do about bein' a coward.
-Quentin, you're not a coward.
♪
-Somebody wrote you a letter.
"Deputy Marshal Festus Haggen," some optimist.
-Where'd you get that? -Well,
it was right outside your door.
If you'd pay attention to business, you could collect --
-What's it say, Doc? -Good heavens.
It says, "The 9:12 will be stopped
and robbed between Cimarron and Dodge City by three men."
-Well, who wrote that?
-Well, it's not signed at all.
Looky there.
-You reckon that could be a joke, Doc?
-Not very funny. -Wait a minute.
Ain't Matt in Garden City?
-Supposed to be. -All right, Thunder.
Look here.
We still got time enough.
We can wire Matt in Garden City and tell him to catch the 9:12
when it's passin' through there.
-That's a good idea, Doc.
Well, you get a telegraph off to Matthew.
And I'll get ahold to Newly.
And we'll saddle us up some horses.
And we'll be headin' out thataway horseback.
[ Thud ]
-Let's go.
[ Train whistles blowing ]
♪
-Go ahead on! Go ahead on!
-Messenger, you got 5 seconds to open it up.
Open it up, nobody gets hurt.
The money, hand it over. Come on --
-U.S. Marshal. Drop the gun!
[ Gunshots ]
-Should have took care of Skyler first.
-Who's that man, just rode off?
-Should have buried Skyler first.
That'd made more sense.
-Who was he?
-Did you ever hear of Will Hackett?
-I have.
-Marshal, we seen a man headed east, ridin' fast.
-Matthew, when I heared that dynamite blow up,
it brung it to my mind quick about Mr. Lathrop
sellin' dynamite the very same day.
-Who'd he sell it to?
-Quent Sargent.
He said he was fixin' to blow some stumps.
-Newly, I've got to have your horse.
♪
-Geneva.
Geneva --
-I know, Quentin.
He's coming back for us.
-No. No. I done it.
-The deputy got the note.
-Quentin, he's coming back for us.
-You ain't listenin' to me.
They'll be waitin' for him,
probably already over there by now.
I know Hackett.
He'll have a gun in his hand
when he opens up that baggage car.
And they'll be waitin' for him.
-A little while back, maybe I was asleep for a little while,
but it wasn't exactly a dream.
But I saw him coming back.
-He told me he'd never be taken alive again.
-Be us dyin', Quent.
Oh, he'll be callin' me honey and lookin' at you.
But it'll be us dying.
-I'll saddle that plow mare.
We'll go over to Johnson's.
Come on.
♪
We'll stay over at the Johnsons' till it's light.
Then maybe in the morning,
we'll hear they're tracking him down.
-[ Humming ]
Quentin?
Miss Geneva?
-Oh, good lord.
-I've come back for my wages.
You in the house, Quent?
Miss Geneva?
Now here's the peculiar thing: I can smell that sweet white soap
Miss Geneva used on her hair.
Like she just passed this way, just came out of the house.
I got to figure out which way she was headin'.
That sweet white soap's gettin' stronger.
Quentin?
You wouldn't be hidin' from me, would you, Quentin?
I mean, there'd be reason for you to do that.
A man comes for his wages, ain't no need to hide.
[ Vocalizing ]
I mean, unless, of course --
Unless --
unless you got confidential with the marshal.
Did you do that, Quent?
Huh?
I just heard me somethin'.
Honey, you 'round and hidin' from ol' Hackett?
I mean, there'd be no cause for you to do that.
The most I'd be doin' to you is kiss you again.
The most I'd be doin' to old Quent is --
Well, now, I guess old Quent would have to die kind of slow
if he ratted on us.
I don't exactly know what'd I'd do with a honey lady-girl,
her knowin' about it.
I mean, I like to do a job right when I do it.
Well...
I guess they're not in the barn.
I sure see that.
I wonder --
[ Chuckles ]
They're probably asleep in the house.
I just swear that honey lady-girl passed through here
not more than a minute ago.
It's mighty strange, as anybody can see that this barn is empty.
[ Humming ]
-I'd swear he knows we're in here.
-Oh, Quentin.
I'm scared.
I'm stone scared.
-I got to face him.
-No.
-I got to face him now, before I lose my nerve.
-Quentin, he'll do things to you.
No.
-I don't care. I don't care.
I've got to go.
Put that bar back in the door.
-[ Humming ]
That smell of Miss Geneva is powerful strong,
real powerful strong.
She just got to be nearby here somewhere.
Miss Geneva, you playin' it coy?
You in here, Miss Geneva?
[ Sniffs ]
Oh, yes, indeed.
You in here all right.
[ Sniffing ]
Honey, I just want to teach you a few things about kissin'.
I mean, there's times when --
when a girl's entitled to bite and scratch.
There's times when she's not.
[ Sniffs ]
Yeah, you in here, all right.
I can smell that sweet soap
Miss Geneva used down by the creek.
[ Humming ]
-[ Gasps ]
-Why, you little dickens, you.
You hidin' in that tool shed, ain't you?
I bet old Quent's right in there with you,
just a-sweatin' blood, right?
-Wrong!
♪
-This is from me to you.
I didn't bother tyin' a ribbon around it.
-Oh! [ Groaning ]
Leave her be. It's me you want!
-I'll get around to you.
I just want you to watch somethin' first.
Never seen a girl so partial to me before.
I'm comin', honey! -Leave her alone!
-I'm comin', Miss Geneva!
I'll be there in a minute, sweetheart girl,
sweet, little girl-lady.
[ Horse neighs ]
[ Gasps ]
♪
-Hold it right there!
-Geneva, it's all right.
It's all right.
Open up. Open up.
It's all right. Open up.
-All right. Let's get up.
-It's all right now.
Everything is all right.
-Quent, I'm afraid you and I are gonna
have to have a little talk about that dynamite you bought.
-There'll be more to talk about than that, Marshal.
I'll be comin' in to see you.
-Let's go.
-Be another time, I guess, Quent.
-Maybe.
But the next time, I'll be waitin' for you,
not hidin' from you.
♪
-[ Inhales sharply ]
[ Chuckles ]
♪
-Stay tuned for scenes from next week's "Gunsmoke."
♪
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