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

[ Music plays ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Laughter ]

[ Dog growls ]

-Ooh-wee, look at that old wolf dog.

-I'm lookin'. Here dog.

Here doggy.

-[ Laughs ]

Ain't he somethin'?

-Yeah, he's somethin' all right --

somethin' to steer clear of.

-Well, that's because you don't know dogs like I do.

-Is that right? -There ain't never been a dog

that didn't take to me.

I had me a wolf dog once.

Best dog a man could ever own.

Here you go, wolf dog.

Built for travel, wolf dogs.

Hey, amigo. -Hmm?

-This old wolf dog belong to you?

-[ Spits ] Nope.

-Ah.

We got us a dog.

[ Both laugh ]

Come on, old wolf dog.

[ Dog growls ]

-That dog belongs to hisself.

What a charm

if only everybody belonged to themselves.

Still, you could have been a mite more friendly.

[ Dog panting ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Well, what'll it be, mister? -I want a bottle.

I'm leavin' this and my gun belt as security

until the banks open.

-Miss Kitty, please.

Now, Miss Kitty, this gentleman would like to leave

his saddle bags and his gun --

-As security for a bottle of whiskey

until I can do some fur-tradin' business in the morning.

-Well, we'll trust you.

That won't be necessary.

I said it won't be necessary.

-I don't hold no track with credit.

-Let him have a bottle, Sam.

-'Ceptin' some women, of course,

just ain't nothin' prettier than a full bottle.

Obliged, mister.

-You have a hard nose named Matt Dillon

still marshalin' around this town?

-All and every part.

-Find him.

Tell him Ben C. Slocum is lookin' for him.

[ Theme music plays ]

-Now, I'd say this here's one of the peacefulest nights

that I've ever saw in Dodge.

Or course, that don't prosper your business none, I'd say.

-Oh, you'd say, you'd say.

With a mouthful of melon, you'd say.

Now, here. That's my move.

And you've got one way out of that.

If you concentrate, you might be able to find it.

-Why, that there's gonna be easier

than scramblin' eggs in a hat.

-What?

What?

-What, what?

-What you said -- scramblin' eggs in a hat.

-Well, of course.

-On a fire?

-Well, how else is there?

-Well, now, wouldn't that --

wouldn't that burn the hat?

-Oh, no, it ain't gonna burn the hat if it's did right.

All you got to do is hold the hat off on the fire enough

so you ain't gonna burn it

and close enough to the fire so it'll cook the eggs,

don't you see?

-Your move. Go on and move.

Hey, Louie.

-Howdy, Louie.

-Marshal about? -No.

He's out checkin' the street.

Why?

-Would you tell him, Doc, down at the Long Branch,

there's a fellow by the name of Ben C. Slocum lookin' for him?

-Ben C. Slocum? -Right.

Name is Ben C. Slocum.

-Fine, Louie, I'll tell him. He'll get the message.

-Good.

-All right, there you are.

Let me see you jump outta that.

-Where'd you move, right there?

-Yeah, right there.

-Hmm.

-You know, it's just pure oldie amazin',

how you can change from peacock proud

when you think you got me checker whooped

to a grumpy old scutter

when you know I've got you whomped.

-You ain't got me whomped. I'll move.

-Well, just wait till you make that next move.

-Get your hand outta there and shut up.

I'll move here.

[ Door opens ]

-Hello, Matt.

-Things been quiet, are they, Matthew?

-Oh, quiet enough.

-Well, they're just about to explode here.

-Oh, Matt, Louie was here.

There's a fellow down at the Long Branch wants to see you.

-Yeah, feller named Clancy Yocum.

-Ben C. Slocum.

-Ben C. Slocum?

-Clancy Yocum. -It was Ben C. Slocum.

Shut up.

-Well, I don't know any Clancy Yocum,

but I sure know a Ben C. Slocum.

-Is he a trouble maker, Matthew?

-Depends on how you look at him.

[ Music plays, indistinct conversations

-Howdy.

Name's John Riker.

-Good.

-You put that lightning down real fine.

Play cards as well?

Got us a little old game of draw over there.

Like for you to join us, if you want.

-Can't.

-Oh, I trust you.

Just put up an I.O.U.,

gimme what you got in them saddlebags.

-Can't.

Can't do it. Too many odds.

-[ Laughs ]

Oh, it's just draw poker, ain't no odds.

-Well, it all depends upon who's doin' the dealin'.

-What do you mean?

-Well, you got more up your sleeve than your arm.

-What you gettin' at?

-Cards.

You pull out that handkerchief and shake that sleeve.

-You callin' me a cheater, mister?

-Mm, mm-hmm.

-You shoulda thought twice 'fore sayin' somethin' like that.

Now, get outta here.

-Yeah?

[ Chuckles ]

[ Laughing ]

[ Laughter ]

-[ Laughs ]

[ Laughter continues ]

[ Laughter continues ]

-Yeah, I done thought about it more'n twice.

But you didn't.

-Riker.

[ All screaming ]

-Howdy, Matt.

-Howdy, Ben.

-I reckon I owe you.

-Ben, how did all this get started?

-Mr. Slocum here called him a cheat.

-Was he cheatin'?

-Yes, and I told him.

Just pull out that handkerchief from his left sleeve.

-Hey. Yeah, he was cheatin' all right.

-Yeah.

-You know, Ben,

one of these times you're liable to be wrong.

-Maybe, but not about fellas like him.

-Festus, get him over to prison.

-All right.

-All right, boys, take back your losin's.

House is buyin'.

-Wasn't Mister Slocum's fault none, Marshal.

The truth's the truth.

That man Riker had his gun out,

and Mr. Slocum here weren't even armed.

-That's right, Matt.

-It's like you said, Matt, trouble always follows.

I -- I just come by to see how are you.

It's been such a long time.

I'd like to stick around, if you have no objections.

-I've got no objections, Ben.

Louie, take him over to Hank's.

-Yes, sir, Marshal.

You come right along, Mr. Slocum.

-Miss.

See you come first light.

-All right, Ben.

-You known him long, Matt?

-We Go back quite a ways, Kitty.

-What I want to know is, do you know who it was you shot?

-Yeah, I know, Doc.

-Who?

-Well, he's one of the Riker boys.

-Riker? -He has a whole family

and been here a few months.

I'll tell you somethin', they're gonna come ridin' into Dodge.

And they're gonna ask you a lot of questions.

-Well, I want to save 'em that trouble, Doc,

because I'm gonna take the boy's body out there.

-And why you want to do a fool thing like that?

-Because I don't want them in the same town

with Ben C. Slocum.

-Down there goes a man, Dooley.

At least ways, he was once.

Let's go see what's left of him.

Yip-yah.

[ Dog barks ]

Yip-yip-yip-yip.

Yippy-wahoo!

Howdy, Marshal Matthew Dillon.

-Howdy, Ben C. Slocum, Dooley.

He hasn't changed, has he? -Nope.

I watched him down a little high mountain meadow

this mornin' catch a rabbit.

Musta run off 2 pounds catchin' one.

Hard notion, a life like that.

[ Laughs ]

Uh, his notion though. -Yeah.

It seems to be, all right.

Ben, uh, what brings you out this way this mornin'.

-Why is it every time I come into a town,

sooner or later I'm lookin' down the front of a gunsight?

-You don't like all these people much, do you?

-Well, I can't understand

why they're doin' what they are doin' to this land.

-It's called civilization.

-Mm, why's it got to be like that?

Why can't it be like when you and me was meat huntin'

together.

We used to winter with the same suit we fought.

come a time later.

Now they're all gone.

Why is that, Matt?

-Well, times change.

-People that change 'em.

-Same thing, Ben.

-Mm, you're headin' right now into some troublesome,

worser changin' times. -What do you mean?

-Them Riker boys, it's my fault what you got back in there.

-Ben, you didn't kill him.

-As good as.

I am ridin' with you. -No, no.

I don't want you to do that, Ben.

-You saved my life, Matt.

I owe you.

Even if I didn't take to you, I -- I still owe you.

That's Indian, you forgot.

-No, I haven't forgot, Ben.

But it's like I said, see, that was then.

This is now.

Now, Ben, I want you to keep outta my way on this.

I want your word.

-You got it.

-Good.

I'll see you back in town.

We'll turn over a few logs.

-Yeah, I give you my word.

That I owe you.

-Mark.

-Yeah, Pa?

-Let Paul give you a hand with that meat.

-We goin' eat this meat, Pa.

-Do like I say, Mark.

-He just whops the sideways out of it

just to be whoppin' on it.

-You hear me?

-Come on. Take your licks.

Come on.

-Talk at him. Talk at him.

-Now, just, uh, just ease into it, ease in.

Ain't gonna be long, he's gonna have it all in the dirt.

-Well, you can cook stew, easy.

-He's easy.

-Good lord always has a way of balancin' things, son.

Now, you take his brother Paul, there.

He was born short-brained.

But he can whip you at wrestlin'.

And he's 2 years greener. -Well,

if you call kickin' and gougin' and scratchin' wrestlin'.

-Well, it's the devil's tools, son.

The good Lord wants you to fight the Devil,

he gives you the devil's tools to work with.

I learned it myself at the Lord's callin'.

I learned all you boys myself at the Lord's callin'.

Are you sure Tom Fuller didn't see you take that beef?

-Oh, Pa.

-That's right. That's right.

God helps them who helps themself.

It says it plain.

Know Tom's got plenty.

You get goin' for supper, you hear?

-[ Sighs ]

-How she's turnin', boys?

That's out?

-Whisperin' whiskey, Pa.

There ain't a bite in the whole barrel.

-As a matter of fact, we haven't gotten far.

Taste it.

-Level as a table.

[ Laughter ]

-Why, this ought to sell on to $3 a jug, Pa.

-Yeah. -There ain't a man red or white

won't be tailin' for winter with a bloom of that in him.

-Go on, try another.

Go on.

-Now, your Ma, she would be proud of you boys.

-Amen, Papa. -Amen.

-When brother John get back with the supplies,

we'll head out for Jack Forest, Spinnerville, and all of them!

-You boys get to juggin'.

Get to juggin'. -Hey, Pa, go on, go on.

Try one more sample before we do.

-Level. Level.

-Pa.

Come out here, Pa, quick.

-Oh, howdy, Marshal.

Almost time for supper.

This home would be most honored.

-I thank you, Mr. Riker,

but I'll have to be gettin' back to town.

I, uh, I brought your son back.

-Brought him?

John?

John?

John?

How'd it happen, Marshal?

-A man accused your boy of cheating in a card game.

Your boy took offense.

-And he was shot?

-That's right.

-Who done it?

-I'm sorry to have to tell you, Mr. Riker, that I did.

But your boy didn't give me any choice.

He was gonna kill an unarmed man.

-And he's cheatin'?

-He was caught red-handed.

-I see.

-Do you, Pa?

This one said he killed John.

-You boys, come over here and take your brother John

and carry him in the shade.

You hear me? You hear me?

-I'm sorry it had to happen this way, Mr. Riker.

-Obliged, Marshal.

Good day to you.

-We had him, Papa.

We could have killed him.

-An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.

It says it plain.

But this weren't the time and place.

We'll find that time and place.

And there, we'll kill him.

-Why not shoot him now?

-Because there's somebody up on that hill.

And he wants us to know it.

-Hyah. Hyah.

Get a heathen to heaven, I do believe.

-Pa? -Huh?

I done told you once, son. I ain't gonna tell you again.

-Quiet, Pa.

-Rikers.

Took you quite a while

to file in around behind the Marshal, didn't it?

-You'd be the one on the hill.

-I'd be. -Well, I got to ask you

the meanin' of your interest, friend.

-I ain't your friend.

I'm Ben C. Slocum.

And I killed your boy.

It was the Marshal who put the lead in him,

but I was the cause of the killin'.

You just leave that horse stay right there, son.

-And you rode out here to tell us, what?

-Marshal Dillon saved my life.

And I owe him.

I don't aim to see him haylofted, roofed,

or dry gulched.

That's what you aim, ain't it?

Ain't it?

-And justly so.

Many are the cause of death and sufferin'

in the house of the Lord.

Hallelujah to the high.

-Hallelujah to the high, Pa.

-Amen.

-That's from the good book, Slocum.

-Amen.

You turn around, or I'll kill you.

That's Shoshone, Riker.

-There's five of us.

-Well, there won't be.

I ain't aimin' to tell you again.

Well, turn around, boys.

-Come on, Pa. -Pa, come on.

[ Dog barking ]

[ Horse whinnying ]

-[ Whistling ]

-Come here.

I feed you, don't I?

Now, Dooley.

Dooley, get up.

Get up, Dooley. It's all in your head.

Dooley.

You've got some trailin' to do, Dooley,

and some shootin' at the end of it.

-Week-old turkey, that's what it was.

-And that turkey's proved what kind of stuffin'

you got in your brain pan,

rememberin' exactly what it was. -It just proved

that Memorable dates are not that hard to forget, what it...

-Memorable, my foot. -Well, I can count

on the fingers of my two hands

of times I've seen you buy a round of drinks.

-Well, now, that ain't a pretty thing for you to be sayin'.

-All right. I'll take it back.

I'll take it back.

Count on the fingers of my one hand.

-Well, that's better.

-I knew you couldn't read,

but by thunder, you can't count either.

-All right, Mr. Smart Aleck,

here, grinnin' like a possum eatin' persimmons.

I'll tell you, there's a heap more knowledgeableness

in my head than you will ever -- -It's empty.

-All right, Doc, just one more time...

-Oh, stop that. That wagon, it's empty.

Nobody drivin' that team.

-Oh, yeah.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

-That ain't the limit.

Well, that's Noah Riker and one of his boys, ain't it, Doc?

-How are they, Doc?

-Well, I'd like to have half the luck

either one of 'em have got.

That one there got a bullet high in his left shoulder,

but it went right through.

-And what about Noah?

-Well, Matt, I know an awful lot of folks

benefit from readin' the good book, but right there.

That's the most good it ever did Noah.

Bullet went through there, slowed down just enough

to keep from killin' him.

Now, you'd have to call that luck

or else guidance from the almighty one.

-Well, knowin' the ways of this old guy,

a feller'd have to call it luck. -[ Groans ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

Where am I?

-You're in Dodge City.

-Where are my boys?

-One of them's right over there, Mr. Riker,

but we don't know where the others are.

Now, I want to know what happened out there.

-He dead? Is he dead?

-No, he's all right. -[ Sighs ]

-Where's my Bible, my Bible. -Well, it's right here.

Bullet ripped it up some, saved your life, though.

-My blossoming faith.

-Bullet's still in you.

We'll have to take that out.

-I ain't got no money.

-I didn't ask you for any.

-Saved my life, saved all our lives.

-Mr. Riker, what happened out there?

-Well, I don't see how I could forget it.

Was ridin' along, rapture of a new day,

my playin' the mouth organ,

my thoughts a world away with our John.

All our thoughts a world away with our John.

And then from some salt cedars comes a man with a dog

ridin' hard and shootin' something fierce and I --

-A dog?

-What happened then?

-I don't know. I -- I guess I got hit,

and Paul too.

I don't know any more.

-All right, Mr. Riker. Thank you.

-Oh, you go ahead and rest there.

And then we will -- we'll get to that bullet.

-I ain't got no money.

-I know. You said that.

-Sounds like Ben Slocum, don't that?

-Well, it does, yeah,

except the facts don't add up to Ben.

He wouldn't shoot anybody

without warning like that in the first place.

In the second place, he could have killed 'em all

if he'd wanted to.

-Yeah, well, somebody shot 'em.

-Well, Matt, he did mention a dog.

-Well, I don't have any doubt

that it might have been Ben out there,

but the circumstances had to have been different.

-Well, I'll tell you this,

if you're goin' out yonder, I'm goin' with you.

-No, Festus, I want you to stay here.

-Matthew, you... -Matt,

there's somethin' else here.

You can't believe a thing that this Riker says,

a man that quotes the beauty of the Lord's work

for his own special deviltry.

You don't know whether you're goin' after Ben Slocum out there

or who.

You don't know what you're gonna run into

when you get out there, do you?

-No, I don't.

-Ain't no doubt about it, Doc.

He does protect his own.

-He's a hunter.

Took to streams and cold rock and still he come on.

Hunter.

-Don't scare much.

-I told you boys he's a waste of lead and powder.

-Well, it's that --

it's that dog of his.

-Well, no matter now.

We -- we got him fetchin' right up that little basin,

as good a place we're gonna find the way he's stayin' after us.

-Amen, brother, amen.

You gonna get fetch now.

-Come too far, old Mr. Hunter has.

What if he flanks us?

-You got yourself a point, brother.

What if you was to go up on that hill yonder?

You get yonder way.

I'm gonna hunker down here.

Now go on. Get, boy.

-Them rocks are barer than a skinned mule.

There's tracks right up the middle, though.

Now, if they was Shoshone, Dooley,

I would, uh, head over in that direction,

one over there and tether over yonder.

Yeah, Dooley?

Ah, it don't make no difference.

We'll just wear 'em out, make 'em nervous.

Then we'll show 'em how --

how clear a Shoshone can think, huh?

-There you go, Kitty. Just put that there.

That'll be fine. Mr. Riker, here you are.

-Hey, Doc, I ain't... -Yeah, I know.

You ain't got any money.

-Paul.

Paul.

Thank you, dear Lord,

for providin' this current food and bounty, amen.

Now, if'n that Marshal of yours is followin' my boys,

which I hope he ain't,

I can't swear on his life.

-What do you mean, Mr. Riker?

-My boys are scrappin' boys.

And they're carryin' the torch of the Lord

in the time of blood.

I learned it myself at the Lord's callin'.

-Let me tell you somethin', Mr. Riker.

If your boys have done anything wrong,

Matt Dillon will bring 'em in here.

One way or another, you can count on that.

-Is Matt really in trouble, Doc?

-Oh, I'd say so.

Can't raise kids to be hellcats

without havin' 'em fight like hellcats.

[ Horse snorts ]

-Mark, Luke, it's him that killed brother John.

-Any shootin' been goin' on? -Oh, they shot 'em up yonder.

I never could figure out why them sod stompers

think that just shootin' a little lead in the air

will keep a man from comin' on.

-Ben, how did all this get started?

-Well, I'll tell you.

I knew they was aimin' to back shoot you.

So I stopped 'em in the road, and I ask 'em.

And the old man, he started quotin' some scripture on me.

And then he pull out his gun and started.

Like, he sly as a lynx cat, that old man.

You know I don't lie, Matt.

-No, I know you don't lie, Ben.

I also know you promised to keep out of this.

-I promised you that I owed you.

I figured that we'd just outwait 'em and --

and Indian in on 'em later.

-Where are they at now?

-There. -Uh-huh.

Well, that looks to be a good deal over 300 yards.

I -- I don't think they're gonna be hittin' much

from that distance.

-I don't think they'll be shootin' much

from up there to down here.

-Well, now wait a minute.

Depends on how you look at that.

You keep your eye out there, see if you can spot any smoke.

Maybe I can draw a shot or two out of 'em.

All right, up there.

This is Matt Dillon, US Marshal.

[ Gunshots ]

-[ Laughs ]

Well, you old dog wolf, you.

That'd be like that time

with Black Peak Indians up on the Cheyenne park,

key up soldier boy at that time, yeah?

Jerky?

-Thank you. -Just like old times, yeah?

[ Laughs ]

-Now, what you doin' back here?

-I don't like the feel of it, brother, I don't now.

Nothin' moved down there close to an hour.

-I know. I know.

-Now, if we was to sneak to 'em

and to hole up,

ain't nothin' can swing in on us.

-Okay, brother.

-Matt.

Matt, you're right.

There one of them sidewinders comin' down that ridge of rocks

to the west there.

-Yeah.

That's his brother comin' down over here.

-Yeah.

About an hour, them Rikers will wear themselves out.

You don't, uh, chew, if I recall.

-Ben, there isn't much you don't recall.

-It helps a body think.

And I'm thinkin', Matt.

You know, a body could get himself killed out there.

-It's possible.

-And wouldn't make much difference to me.

I just bumble around here with my dog, Dooley,

here and there, such.

But you've got responsibility.

Now, I could go out there and take care of things myself.

-Well, Ben, I appreciate that,

but I'm gonna be with you all the way on this.

You know, there's one other thing, Ben.

If and when we get out of this alive,

I'm gonna have to take you back to Dodge

to stand trial for assault.

-Trial? Assault?

I told you, that old man pulled first.

-I know. And I believe you too.

But he's accused you of attempted murder.

And you're gonna have to stand trial by a people's jury.

That's the law. -Oh, people, juries.

Oh, you're gonna drive me crazy with that law.

Dooley, he's gonna drive us crazy with that law of his.

I'll tell you what, Matt. There's one thing don't change,

that gun of yours.

You just take care of that.

That don't change.

-No, Ben, you're right about that.

-Matt,

What it'd be like if that jury don't stand to favor me?

-Well, Ben, then you'd have to go to jail.

-I'm thinkin' I -- I don't favor goin' back to Dodge.

I don't think there's any jail I could stand livin' inside of.

-I know, Ben.

Now, remember, Ben, alive, if you can.

-Alive, if you can.

Dooley.

[ Dog growls ]

You got one of 'em, old fellow?

Go. Go, get him. Go, get him.

[ Dog barking ]

Got that fool, then, Dooley.

Go help him out.

-All right, you.

Hold it right there.

Get up.

Throw the gun down.

All right, now turn around and come down here.

Where's your brother?

-I wouldn't be knowin' that, Marshal.

[ Dog growling ]

-Aah!

-Dooley! Dooley!

-I got him. [ Laughs ]

-Aah!

-[ Grunts ] [ Dog whimpers ]

We got him, brother Mark. We got him!

It'd be like Pa said, an eye for an eye!

[ Laughs ]

-Matthew Dillon.

-Yo.

[ Groans ]

-That's the lot of 'em.

Oh, you're hit.

-Well, Dooley, thanks for the help.

[ Dog whimpers ]

-Yeah. It's all right.

Gone clean through the other side.

The bone's all right, though.

Sure gonna do a consideration of bleeding.

-[ Chuckles ] -You can make porridge

out of this here rag.

But it's the best thing I've got.

-I'm obliged to you.

Ben, I don't think I can make it back to Dodge unless...

-Oh, it's the first thing I thought.

-If you wanted to take off right now.

I probably couldn't stop you.

-Second thing I thought.

-And if you do come back, I can't promise you anything.

-That's the third thing I thought.

-What's the answer? -The fourth thing I thought,

I'd be a fool if I did go back.

But in all our times,

this is the first time that you owe me.

-Already done swore on your Bible, Judge.

-Evidently, the Marshal has his reasons, Mr. Riker.

In order for this inquiry to continue,

would you please do as he asks?

-Fair enough.

Go on, take it.

Now, I want you to tell the judge here

exactly how it was that Slocum

started that fight on the Dodge road.

Unh-unh. No, you hold on to that.

-Was standin' in the road, he was,

barrin' our going to town.

-That's not what I asked you.

I asked you how he started the fight.

-All my boys, cut down in the spring time of their years.

-Noah, who was it that started the shooting?

-I've already done told you that, Marshal.

-All right, I want you to tell us again.

-Do I got to sit here and be --

-Just answer the Marshal's questions, Mr. Riker.

-Lived my whole life

accordin' to the words in this here book I have.

-That's right, Noah.

-Goin' home.

Goin' home to pray and read the book.

Takin' my boy, Paul, and going home.

-The case against Mr. Slocum is dismissed.

-Oh. Well, what does that mean, Matt?

-Well, Ben, that means you're a free man.

-What did I tell you? -Well, thank you.

I'm much obliged for all your help.

You know what I am fixin' to do? -What's that?

-I'm fixin' to go way off

and, uh, build me a fire, shoot me a meal, cook a steak,

and, uh, think over some deep thoughts.

-About what? -If'n you knew all along

old Noah wouldn't blame me for the killin'

if his own hand was on his own Bible.

-What do you figure?

-Means we're even.

[ Laughs ]

-[ Laughs ] Sounds about right, Ben.

-Well, best we done unwind proceedings,

go have some drinks. -There ain't no better way

to get unwinded.

-Come on. The first one is on me.

Hey, Dooley.

Come here.

[ Dog barks ]

-There he goes. -That's my boy.

-The second round's on me.

-I'll buy the next one.

-What are we waitin' for? Let's get it started.

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

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