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[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

[ Tranquil tune plays ]

-Oh, come on, Jack.

You gotta leave some room.

We're ridin' into Dodge tonight.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Ominous music plays ]

♪♪

-Come on, Tuttle.

[Gunshot]

-Whoa. Whoa, there. -[Neighing]

-Whoa, boy.

-[ Neigh ]

-[ Laughs ]

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-[ Laughter ]

-Saloon trash.

-I didn't catch that, mister.

-Pa, the man's been drinkin'.

[ Clatter ]

Hey, Pa.

Isn't that the Wesley girl from back home?

Iris?

Jeff.

Jeff Lyle.

We farmed west of Tulsa, down the road

from that old place your ma had.

-You sure growed some, Jeffery.

-Reckon you did, too.

You remember my pa.

-Mr. Lyle.

-I heard about your ma passin' away.

I'm sorry.

-Thank you, Jeffery.

-Where'd you disappear to last night, honey?

-Can't you see I'm talkin' to this here fella?

-Except you're talkin' to me.

-Mister, whiskey don't excuse bad manners.

-You gonna teach me manners, farmboy?

-You're hurtin' my ribs.

-Sounds almost like you don't take to it.

-Mister, you'll be wakin' up with more than a whiskey head,

you don't let that girl go.

-Okay, farmboy. You did the callin'.

-I'll make allowance for you havin' too much to drink.

-Farmboy, I'm gonna teach you a lesson:

a man doesn't open his mouth

'less he's got a hand to back it up.

Now, I hear they got a good doc in Dodge, so you're ahead.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Pull it all the way out.

Pointed down.

Now throw it across the road.

[ Clatter ]

[ Suspenseful music continues ]

♪♪

-You go against a man, you kill 'im.

-It was whiskey been doin' the talkin', Pa.

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Nice meetin' you again, Iris.

-Pleasure seein' you and your pa again, Jeffery.

[ Clucking ]

[ Laughter ]

-That's what I get for talkin' and not watchin' his hand.

-What are you tryin' to say, he had the edge, drawed first?

-Exactly the way it happened.

My gun didn't clear leather.

-Oh, sure it didn't.

-Do I hear you callin' me a liar?

-Now, look, Jack.

I don't call no man a liar. You know that.

[ Ominous music plays ]

-That's one I owe you, farmboy.

♪♪

[ Laughter ]

[ Vendor barking ]

Get all the peanuts you need.

[ Whistling tranquil tune ]

[ Gunshots nearby ]

-5 cents a bag.

[ Gunshots ]

-Miss Kitty.

Looks promising to be the best celebration

we've ever had, Miss Kitty.

-And you've been through a few of 'em.

-[laughs] Aye, that I have. That I have.

[ Gunshots continue ]

-All right, gentlemen, just head right in the store, here.

Right in there.

-Oh, say Newly, keep an eye on things while I

go get some breakfast, will ya? -Yes, sir.

-As soon as they sober up, let 'em out, 'cause

we're gonna need all the space we can got there, tonight.

-Okay, Marshal, you bet.

[ Gunshots continue ]

♪♪

-Grant?

By golly, I thought that was you.

Been a long time since I've seen ya, Sheriff.

-Been a long time since anybody called me Sheriff, Matt.

I don't believe you know my boy Jeff.

Matt Dillon, Jeff.

-Jeff, how do you do?

I heard all about you from the marshal down there in Abilene.

Tells me you turned down a deputy job there, huh?

-Just got time to move on, Marshal.

-How about you two join me for breakfast?

-Sounds fine. Just thinking on the same thing.

-Good.

By the sound of it,

you boys have been seein' a lot of the country, then.

-Well, I guess you'd call it restless fever, Matt.

For a while, we decided to settle down in Abilene,

Jeff working for the Marshal,

then we got the fever again,

decided to check in on the excitement here.

-Well, I'm glad you did.

You know, Jeff, with this celebration going on

and Festus out of town for a day or two,

I could use a night deputy.

Would you like to pick up some extra money?

-I don't think so.

We won't be here that long.

-Oh, we'll be here a week or so.

Deputy pay and give you some pocket money.

-All right.

-Good, then why don't you stop by when you get settled?

-All right. -Matt, excuse me. Barney

wanted me to give you that. -Doc.

Oh, thank you. Oh, Doc,

this is Grant Lyle and his son Jeff, here.

Dr. Adams. Sit down, Doc. -How do you do, sir?

Well, looks like the rumors are all true.

This fella, Hoxy's, being paroled next week.

He has to report to me on his way through Dodge.

Hey, Grant, it seems to me you oughta to remember

this fella, Hoxy.

Wasn't it down in your territory

he was causin' all that ruckus a few years back?

-I never met him.

Jeff, I guess you and me had better go get us a hotel room

while there's one to be got. -That's a good idea.

You know, they're gonna be sellin' space in the stable,

the way things are goin' around here.

-Dr. Adams. -Oh, Mr. Lyle.

-Be my pleasure to buy you a drink later, Matt.

-Take you up on it. -Nice meetin' ya.

-Jeff.

-Telegram wasn't about Hoxy, and you know it.

I also know you found out about Hoxy's parole 3 days ago.

-That's right, Doc.

I just wanted to get Grant's reaction to the name Hoxy.

See, I've always believed

that it was Hoxy that crippled Grant's hands.

-Well, I thought he never did know who did it.

-Grant killed two of Hoxy's brothers

when they busted up that rustling ring

and between that time and the time that Hoxy

was captured, a few days later, Grant's hands were crippled.

-Oh.

You figure, then, he's here to even things up, huh?

-I'll tell you one thing:

he's brought his boy along to be a real fast gun.

-Well, from what I hear of Hoxy, he better be fast.

What are you gonna do about it?

-Well, at least with the boy as a deputy,

I can keep an eye on him.

[ Piano plays jaunty tune ]

-No!

-All he said was you'd had enough to drink, cowboy.

-The way he said it! [Music stops]

-Well, if he didn't say it right,

then how about some coffee to square it up?

-Chunka yahoo!

-Wait a minute. Hold on.

She's got better advice than I got.

You don't get a hold of yourself,

you'll be soberin' up in a jail bunk.

[Conversing, laughing] [Piano resumes jaunty tune]

-Night warm enough for a cold beer on the house?

-Maybe later, Miss Russell. Thank you.

-You're Jeff Lyle, aren't you? -Yes, ma'am.

Me and my pa came in this morning.

-Matt was tellin' be about it.

You plannin' on makin' Dodge your home?

-We're not makin' any plans right now.

Well, goodnight.

-Goodnight.

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-You get your hands off of me!

-Come on, honey, relax. -Let go!

-Don't fight with me.

Enjoy yourself. -Stop!

-Hey, mister!

You hear the lady tellin' you to get?

-Just the little gal looked lonesome, Marshal.

Like maybe she wouldn't mind a feller talkin' a spell.

-Get outta here.

-I was just lookin' at the town, mindin' my own business.

-How come every time I see ya, some fella's leanin' over ya,

like he figures you're real friendly?

-Well, it ain't my fault that I'm lookin' around for someplace

with maybe kitchen work.

It's yours, Jeffery Lyle. -What do you mean?

-You go stickin' your nose in none of your business.

Lose me my job, that's what I'm sayin'.

-You mean you were fired for what happened this morning?

-Oh, that Jack Grover got in a mean fit

and said it was all my doin' and maybe him and his friends

wouldn't come drinkin' there, if I was around.

Whole dollar a day, I been makin' there,

until you come along and spoil it for me.

-Ya aren't losin' much, not workin' out at that

roadside saloon anymore.

-Well, maybe you'd say different

if you didn't even have enough money for proper eatin'.

-Look, I'm gonna have some supper.

Would you like to eat with me?

-I don't need nothin'

from somebody who thinks I'm forward with fellas.

-I kind of remember now: you had more pigtails than sense.

I got a good mind to arrest you for vagrancy.

-Arrest me?! I ain't doing nothin'.

What's vagrancy?

-Walkin' around hungry.

Come on.

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-Well, looky there.

Come on, forget it, Jack. Let's get some partying done.

-I'll get some partying done

when I settle with that farmboy.

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-I guess Ma was havin' a hard time makin' ends meet

and I just never knew it.

I even had to sell all that old furniture

to square things after she died.

-Well, didn't you have anybody to live with?

-Yeah. Went to stay with my Aunt Patience.

The mouths she had to feed,

it just didn't make me feel like I was really wanted,

so I figured I was old enough to earn my own way.

Never knew it was so hard, though,

for a girl to find a town job.

-Why don't you try workin' for Miss Russell

at the Long Branch?

-Oh, Jeffery.

I ain't near fancy-lookin' enough for that place.

-I guess you wouldn't win no prize.

Uh, but, then, I don't see ya breakin' any mirrors.

-Thankin' ya proper for the compliment, Jeffery.

-Look, I'll talk to Miss Russell tomorrow, but, tonight,

I'm taking you down to Ma Smalley's, get you a room.

-I always remembered that about you, Jeffery.

-What's that?

-Kindness about you.

Gentle, I guess, is the word.

-Come on, I'm

supposed to be earnin' deputy pay on the street.

[ Laughter nearby ]

-That's him.

-Don't you recollect how fast he drawed, boy?

-He was lucky, that's all.

Farmboy.

Draw.

-Aaaaah!

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Conversing ]

[ Ominous music plays ]

♪♪

-What's happened here?

-Well, I tried to stop him, Marshal,

but he kept talkin' all day about gettin' even with the kid,

the deputy over there.

-Your friend drew first? -I ain't denyin' it.

I just wish he'd listened to me, that's all.

-He's dead, Matt.

-Something personal between you two?

[ Melancholy tune plays ]

-I -- -He never saw him

before this morning, Marshal.

-Anybody else see this?

-I did, Marshal.

This man here started the trouble.

-All right.

Some of you boys get him over to Percy Crump's, will ya?

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

-Let's go, son.

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-Son, he ain't worth thinkin' on.

I've known his kind more than half my life

and somebody'd have been burying him sooner or later.

-Wasn't somebody, Pa.

It was me.

-Drink your drink. You'll feel better.

[ Coughing ]

-I keep thinkin'

maybe I didn't have to kill him.

Maybe I could've just put a bullet in his shoulder,

his gun hand.

-You had no choice, none at'all.

-I could see the gun comin' out of his holster, like --

like somethin' was holdin' it back.

Wasn't 30 feet from me. I...

cuttin' twigs at that distance.

-A man drawin' a gun ain't a twig.

-I should've been able to put that bullet anyplace I wanted.

I put it in his heart.

-A man draws on you and you kill him.

You don't stand there and think about it.

-Pa.

Pa.

You weren't listenin' to me.

A man's dead, who might've been alive right now,

if I just hadn't pulled the trigger without thinkin'!

-It's instinct!

What I been teachin' ya all these years?

You look square between a man's eyes or at a button on his shirt

and you put your bullet where you're lookin'.

Where you goin'?

-I don't know. For a walk.

[ Dirge plays ]

[ Eerie music plays ]

[ Hammering nearby ]

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

♪♪

-I'll leave, if you want.

Some people want to pay their respects alone.

-Oh, no, no. That's --

It's all right.

-Young. Friend or relative?

-Oh, yeah.

[ Ominous music plays ]

He, um --

I killed him. -Oh.

Yes, the young deputy. I heard.

Then it won't bother you none if I go ahead and...

[ Ominous music continues ]

Coffee in the back, you want some.

-What?

-Coffee. I just made a fresh pot.

I'll tell you one thing: the day

of a $10 county funeral's almost over.

The way the price of nails is going up, you wouldn't believe.

[ Hammering continues ]

-I tell ya, it's not something he won't get over.

-Just struck me as kind of odd,

with all the deputying he's done.

-First time he's ever killed.

Remember your first time?

-Billy tells me he's one of the fastest guns he's ever seen.

-He's had a good teacher.

-Yeah.

Question is: why?

Grant, I want you to level with me.

It was Hoxy who crippled your hands, wasn't it?

And you been waitin' all these years,

just bringin' your boy along.

Don't do this to him, Grant.

-Leave it alone, Matt.

-Did it ever occur to you that Jeff could be

arrested for murder, if he guns down Hoxy?

-Jeff's never drawn his gun, except in self-defense,

or in defense of the law.

He never will.

-I see.

So you're just gonna hound him, startin' here in Dodge,

until he comes after ya, huh?

-No need to hound him.

All Hoxy needs to know is that there's a man waitin' for him.

There's no jury that'll convict a man facin' Hoxy in a showdown.

-All right, but let me tell you something:

better do some long, tall thinkin'

about the effect that this is gonna have on Jeff's life.

-I know my boy, Matt.

-Do ya?

-Jeffery?

Nothin' you coulda helped, Jeffery.

-Something you don't think about,

the way it is after.

Him just lyin' there.

So lonely and --

and lookin' so different.

What are you doin' out, this time of night, huh?

-Thought maybe you'd like someone to talk to.

-Well, I don't.

Uh --

You fixed up at Ma Smalley's?

-Wasn't any trouble.

-Come on. I'll walk you back.

[ Melancholy tune plays ]

-Did the askin' of Miss Kitty.

She said I could work for her.

-That's good.

-Got kind of scared there, without no money,

so I did the askin' myself.

-You don't have to be scared.

I got some money.

-Oh, I don't wanna be no trouble to you, Jeffery.

-It ain't nothin' like that.

-Sure is different, bein' in town, not on a farm.

Kind of makes me feel like I don't belong no place.

-Well, get used to it.

-I miss the little things we used to do.

Remember the picnics we used to have most every Sunday?

-Yeah, I remember.

-We weren't 8 years old when we used to sneak away.

You from your pa and me from my ma.

[laughs] You used to say you had a secret cave

you wanted to show me.

-Yeah.

Long time ago.

-All you wanted to do was kiss me.

[ Chuckle ]

Um...

I better be gettin' some sleep.

-Tomorrow's Sunday.

Oh, I didn't mean about the kissin', Jeffery.

I just meant, well, I don't know nobody around here, and

maybe we could have a picnic.

Sure'd be nice.

iris, you're kinda gettin' to be a forward girl, you know that?

-I'm just lonesome, Jeffery.

-Hey, uh --

a picnic wouldn't hurt me none.

-I bet Ma Smalley'll let me make up a picnic basket.

That's the one you'll be missin' tomorrow.

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-Cold.

-What'd you expect?

Notice I had more sense than to go in wadin'.

-Hey, remember when me and you used to go wadin'

down at the old Brine Mill Run?

-You even had skinnier legs in those days.

-Why, I didn't know you noticed.

-Looked more like a sick cow.

-Oh, yeah?

-Hey!

-[laughs] Teach you manners around a lady.

-I'm gonna have you lookin' -Jeffery!

like a muskrat, missy. -[Laughs]

Oh! Jeffery, my dress.

Jeffery.

[laughing] Jeffery!

Come back here. -Aah! Jeffery, stop it!

Hey, hey, come back here.

-[laughing] Oh!

Jeff! Aah!

Aaaah!

My dress is all dirty.

-Well, you should've thought about that beforehand.

[ Romantic tune plays ]

♪♪

We'd better be gettin' back.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Tranquil tune plays ]

♪♪

[ Knock at door ]

-Come on in.

-You busy, Miss Kitty? -No. Come on in.

What can I do for you?

-Kitty, I need some advice.

-Well, I'll be happy to help, if I can. Sit down.

-It's about Jeffery.

-Well, in less than a week's time,

that's turned into quite a whirlwind courtship.

-I guess we've been together most every day now.

Miss Kitty, last night, Jeffery told me something and,

well, if I was to tell you, it's gotta be between us.

-All right.

-Saturday stage, a man named Hoxy's comin' in.

Him and Jeffery's gonna wind up in a gunfight.

-This is something you oughta be talkin' to Matt Dillon about.

-Jeffery says he knows it already.

-Well, Matt isn't gonna allow any gunfights

in Dodge City, if he can help it.

-Miss Kitty, Jeffery's pa got his mind made up.

Jeffery's gonna kill Mr. Hoxy.

If it's not here, it's gonna be someplace else.

-I see.

-Jeffery's nothing but a farmboy, Miss Kitty.

It just ain't natural for him to be handlin' a gun.

I remember, when we were kids,

I used to sit and listen to him talkin' about farmin' and

all the different ways he'd try to raise crops.

What I'm tryin' to say, Miss Kitty, is it's not Jeffery,

but his pa, waitin' for this Mr. Hoxy.

He's gonna get even for something

that happened a long time ago.

-With Jeffery holdin' the gun. -Oh, Miss Kitty.

It's like to tearin' me up inside, thinkin' on it.

-It's that serious, hmm?

-It is with me, ma'am.

I reckon it'd be with Jeffery, too,

if his mind wasn't on Mr. Hoxy.

-Well, you might try an old tried and true female trick.

Get Jeffery's mind on you, instead of on Hoxy.

-Oh, Miss Kitty, how would I do that?

-You just say, "Jeffery,

I think it'd be a good idea if we got married."

-Jeffery, I think it'd be a good idea

if you and I got married.

-What?!

-I'm proposin' to you, Jeffery Lyle.

-Well, that's what it sounded like.

-Well, I'm partial to ya.

Figured you might be the same to me.

-Well I ain't disputin' that. I --

Look, Iris,

a girl just doesn't come out and say something like that!

I mean, a fella --

-Partial ain't the word, Jeffery.

I reckon "love" is.

-Now, look here --

Iris, you're a very unsettlin' woman.

-Right away, Jeffery, before Mr. Hoxy gets here.

Jeffery,

you know why you and your pa never talk about this Mr. Hoxy?

'Cause you couldn't talk for long

before you'd be asking questions.

Like if your pa had the right to be doing this to ya.

Like if something that happened 10 years ago

is proper to be livin' for.

-Iris, it's not something I can just forget about. It's --

-Jeffery, it is something you can forget about.

I wish you'd understand that.

-Well, I guess we can talk to him.

-No, Jeffery, we don't talk and we don't ask; we tell.

-Iris, it's just not that easy!

-Jeffery Lyle,

if there's one thing I told myself:

it'd be a man, someday, I'd be marryin'.

Well, I guess I just got mixed up on how much man you'd be.

-Hey, Iris, wait!

-You owe me.

You owe me life. You owe me the way you feel and think.

You owe me more than you can repay in a lifetime.

And it ain't by tellin' me I got a bed to go to on a farm.

-It's more than a bed, Mr. Lyle.

-And you, what right have you got to interfere?

-Pa!

Pa, we're bein' married tomorrow and

we'd like it if you'd be there.

-Well, I won't be there.

I don't need you.

Either of ya.

[ Melancholy tune swells ]

-I'm sorry you're not gonna be at the wedding, Pa.

But no matter.

We're marryin'.

-Well, that says it all.

[ Melancholy tune continues ]

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[ Suspenseful music climbs ]

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[ Laughter ]

-Have a good time. -Keep her makin'

them biscuits with gravy now.

Don't let her get the upper hand, Jeff.

-Oh, for heaven's sake.

[ Whimsical tune plays ]

[ Romantic tune plays ]

-Well. -Congratulations, Festus.

-Sure do smell summersome.

-Don't you know what it means, you catchin' that bouquet?

-Well, of course I do.

It means you wasn't fast enough. -No.

-It means you're the next one to get married.

-Aw. How could it mean that?

-Because it's the custom; that's why.

-Miss Kitty, you tryin' to tell me that I ain't got no way

of gettin' outta gettin' married up?

-Course not! And I'll explain it to ya.

You see, by custom, one of the unmarried ladies,

like Kitty or these other young ladies here,

were supposed to have a chance to catch that bouquet;

then, they'd have a chance to catch a husband.

They'd be the -- But then, you went and spoiled it all

by catching it.

-Oh. Then I wasn't supposed to catch these here at'all, huh?

-Isn't that just marvelous?

Isn't that wonderful, how that brain of his

can put together certain facts

and come up with an answer like that?

It just proves conclusively what I've said all along:

that there is a certain thinking process

going on inside of that brain of his,

no matter what anybody else is sayin'.

And I hope you'll be very happy.

-[Laughter] -Oh, hush your mouth.

I can tell what side of the bed you got out of this mornin'.

I'm sorry, Miss Kitty.

-It's all right, Festus.

You know, when you get right down to it,

you've probably done me a great big favor.

[ Foreboding music plays ]

-Can you make a fanning gun out of this?

-Well, we don't have too much of a call for them

around here, but I suppose I --

-I want the trigger to lock back,

a heavier spring put in, and I want it by mornin'.

-All right, sir. I'll have it for ya.

♪♪

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♪♪

-He wants the trigger to lock back,

a heavier spring put in, and he wants it by morning.

-Save your breath.

-I was hopin' you'd be at the wedding.

-Had somethin' else to do.

-Like this?

What you've been doin' for 2 days now.

Pa, you can spend 2 years with that gun,

and it'll only be luck, you hit anything with it.

-A man does what he can.

-How many times have you told me

it's the first bullet that counts,

that, by the second or third, you're buried?

-I don't need no lecture from you.

-Iris is hopin' to see ya come home with me.

-I ain't swappin' 10 years of my life

for a porch rocking chair.

-They ain't even gonna let you do it!

Dodge'll be full of deputies when that stage comes in.

-There won't be no deputies at the Stone Creek way station.

[ Ominous music plays ]

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♪♪

-Hi, Doc.

Well, Grant's still at it out there,

practicin' every day.

-Yeah, I thought that'd all be over when those two got married.

-Yeah, so did they.

-Well, wouldn't it be simple enough,

just to lock Grant up until after Hoxy's gone?

-Well, that wouldn't solve anything, just put it off.

-Well, Hoxy'll be here in the morning.

What are you gonna do?

-I don't know.

♪♪

[ Rooster crows ]

-Something I never figured: him goin' out to meet the stage.

-Jeffery, you know what I think?

And I hope you're takin' this right:

there ain't nothin' real about your pa.

Something happened 10 years ago.

We was nothing more but babies.

Now, we got to pay for it. It just don't seem real.

-Iris, he's gonna get himself killed.

I never counted on him havin' a fannin' gun made.

-Jeffery, I just don't think we should be thinkin' on it.

There's nothin' stoppin' your pa from what he wants to be doin'.

-No.

-Jeffery.

-May just be a simple choice:

Hoxy being buried, or my pa,

but if it gotta be my pa, Iris, I won't be forgettin' it.

-If it gotta be you?

Jeffery.

[ Music swells ]

You come back to me.

[ Ominous music plays ]

♪♪

-Morning!

You, uh,

you meetin' somebody on the stage?

Well, you're welcome to come in out of the sun, you want.

-I'm fine out here.

[ Suspenseful music plays ]

[ Metal clangs ]

[ Clang ]

-[ Laughter ]

[ Clang ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Clang ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Clang ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Clang ]

Get him over here! [laughs]

[ Clang ]

Get him over here. [laughs]

[ Clang ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Clang ]

[ Laughter ]

[Clang] Get him over here.

Right over here, Lyle.

Get them fingers spread.

One hand for each of my brothers.

I want you to remember those boys, Lyle.

Don't seem right, you ever forget them.

Unh! [Clang]

[ Laughter ]

[ Suspenseful music climbs ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Clang ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Clang ]

-Pa.

Pa?

-I saw the stage dust from the ridge.

Be here in a few minutes.

-Why'd you come here?

-I couldn't leave you to die, Pa.

-No matter what kind of gun hand Hoxy still has,

I got a chance to take him with me.

-You're not facin' Hoxy, Pa.

I am.

-You got a wife to think on now.

-Ain't thinkin' on nothin' 'til we're finished here.

-I got a fierce pride in you, Jeff.

I always did have.

-Whoa.

-Jeff, I didn't expect to see you here.

-Come down to Hoxy or my father.

-Hoxy?

Hoxy!

[ Suspenseful chord strikes ] ♪♪

-Yes?

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♪♪

-Pa, it's over.

-It's him. Don't you understand?

It's him!

You wearin' a gun, Hoxy?

-What?

-Are you wearin' a gun?!

-He don't even know ya. Can't you see that?

-He knows!

He's pretendin'.

Lousy scum.

10 years, I waited on you.

10 years.

-It's plain we've met before.

Must've been a long time back.

-You don't remember me?

You don't remember these?!

[ Clang ]

-I've been sick a long time.

I just can't seem to recall.

-You've got to remember.

You've got to remember!

[ Dirge plays ]

-Whatever it was, I'm sorry.

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-Hoxy!

[ Sobbing ]

[ Continues sobbing ]

He's got to remember.

[ Sobbing ]

He's got to remember.

[ Continues sobbing ]

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-Well, Mrs. Lyle, you're just as pretty as a picture

with that new bonnet you got on.

-Well, I'm afraid it's a terrible waste of money.

-Maybe she oughta return it to Mr. Jonas, Pa.

-You're just gonna have to fight me to get it, Jeffery Lyle.

[ Chuckle ]

-Well, folks.

How are things down on the farm?

-You wouldn't believe the changes takin' place

out there, Matt.

-Well, I haven't seen much of you in town lately.

I guess you've been too busy, huh?

-Heh. No time for visitin', what with the new fields

we're puttin' in. -Oh, I think there's time

for visitin', if you come for supper.

-Sounds mighty good. You just say the word.

-How about Sunday a week? -Well, now that's a deal.

What I need's some good home cookin'.

-Well, just come hungry, is all I can tell ya.

-Well, we sure will.

-So long. -See ya.

They're a nice addition to this town.

-They sure are, Doc.

-What we need is -- -Matthew, Doc.

-Now, if you can figure out some way to get rid of this,

it'll be a greatimprovement to the whole community.

-I'd no more'n gotten my howdy said

and he lights in on me. -Say, Festus --

-I'll swear, Matthew,

the older that old grumphead gets, the ornerier he gets.

-How would you like to...? -And not only that,

but he's gettin' so shaky and rickety,

he's about to rickety away.

He oughta be put out to pasture.

-Festus! How'd you like a beer?

-Oh, yeah, well, of course.

-Well, all right. Let's go.

-You know, back home,

when a horse gets old and rickety, like old Doc,

why, I take him down to my cousin Pookie's --

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

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