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

-Hundred and thirty.

-Well, O'Quillian?

-[Humming]

I'll see it and raise you 100.

-Well, we said table stakes.

-This'll make up the difference.

This heirloom of the clan

O'Quillian is worth at least $200

across the expanse of our fine and fair land.

Even melted down, it's worth that.

-All right, all right. You're on.

Four kings.

-Mm, man! -Okay.

-Well, now.

If that isn't the strangest...

Here I am with me old four fives.

And a king.

That makes five kings.

-You callin' cheat on me?

-There are few things in life I shy from,

but truth isn't one of them.

-Once more, just to make sure that I heard you right.

-The word is cheater!

And stupid to boot! [Laughs]

-I'm undecided.

Right ear or left ear?

Or maybe both.

-Cheater!

Much obliged, my good man.

-If'n Judge Anderson don't hang you, Kurt's brother will.

-[Humming]

♪♪

-♪ What's the news? What's the news? ♪

♪ O my bold Shelmalier

♪ With your long-barrelled gun of the sea? ♪

♪ Say, what wind from the south blows his messenger here ♪

♪ With a hymn of the dawn for the free? ♪

♪ Goodly news, goodly news

♪ Do I bring youth of Forth ♪

♪ Goodly news do I bring, Bargy man! ♪

♪ For the boys march at dawn from the south to the north ♪

♪ Led by --

Company halt!

Woo-hoo!

Dodge City, my good man,

home and heritage of a lawman skilled in weaponry, eh?

-If that means a dead shot and you're talkin'

about Marshal Dillon, this is the place.

-Good. Good.

How much my noble brother?

-Five big men.

-One big man.

-Five big men.

-Too bumpy. One big man.

-You want watch?

-Why you thieving rascal!

[ Laughs ]

How did such a people ever lose this land anyway?

My name is Leary O'Quillian,

observer emeritus of this land of space and savagery.

Do you have cold beer? -We do.

-Ah, fine.

By all points and purposes, it is an English beverage.

Still, this morning, I have a head belongs under a head.

-That there'ns somethin' different, ain't he?

-Appears so.

-'Course a feller can even get to be too different too,

and get himself in whole heap of trouble.

-That so? -Of course it is.

My great uncle Burrus, he's proved that.

-Oh, yeah.

I know I shouldn't ask this, Festus, but I will anyway.

-Ask what?

-About your uncle Burrus! -Oh, yeah.

Well, he was bound and determined

to be different, you know.

So he casted his legs in plaster,

clean up to his hips.

-Now, what'd he do that for?

-Well, he had this here idea

that if he didn't move around so much,

then his body wouldn't wear out,

and he'd live longer, don't you see?

-I knew I shouldn't of asked.

-Well, everything just went fine

for the first three or four months.

And then long about the fifth month,

he's still in this here plaster.

And Aunt Sobell, she'd went to town for the day.

And he got this terrible itch.

And of course he couldn't scratch it.

And he just went barkin' mad.

Barkin'!

-I tell ya, Judge, we should'a left like most of them others.

-Leavin' establishes guilt.

-And you don't think we ain't established no guilt?

-Accordin' to how you look at it.

-Makes mighty pretty simple lookin'.

Didn't that little rattlesnake just before he left, wasn't he

braggin' on the fact that he killed Kurt Tynan?

-He was drunk,

besides that wont make no difference to Clay Tynan.

-Make no difference?

We done found it was self-defense, didn't we?

-Not me.

You did, on account that there wasn't a man on that jury

that hadn't been cheated by Kurt Tynan one time or another.

You included.

Everything's going to fit together fine.

I thought this clear through.

Clear, clear through.

Grady, Briggs ain't gonna get here any sooner

for you starin' down the street for him.

Come give us some of that what made the mouse tree the cat.

Yes sir, I got this all figured right down to the moment.

Here's the way it goes.

Now what's the first thing Tynan's gonna do

come him to town, bein' as he's trailed them cows

all the way from Texas?

-Get him a drink. -Mm-hmm, a drink and a bath!

So first off, he goes down the road to Rosey's,

gets him a tub and bottle, soaks up both.

Now he's feelin' the sun rise in him and he comes down here.

-Plays cards, loses to Chickenfoot,

and then tears up half the town.

That's when it's normal.

This time it ain't normal.

Kurt's dead.

-The point I'm tryin' to get to you on,

Parker, is by the time he finds out about Kurt,

he'll have drunk up several rivers of this.

He ain't gonna be doin' no thinkin' about how the snake

that killed Kurt got loose.

He's gonna be thinkin' about where at is he.

That I know.

-Well, then you should'a said that, Your Honor.

-Hey Judge! Judge.

Tynan, he's at Rosey's place right now.

-Thank you, Briggs, have a drink.

-No. If you don't mind, I'll just be leavin'.

-I understand, Briggs.

Yes, sir, I say everythin's goin' to schedule.

How about you, Parker?

-I's say you got fox blood in you somewhere's Judge,

that's what I'd say.

-Woo! -Grady!

Get all your bottles and get 'em up on the bar.

Be quick about it, I say!

[Whooping and laughing outside]

-Hey Kurt! Wheres Kurt?!

Somebody get his alligator hide in here!

Rosey, Rosey, Rosey, come here!

-Yeah, Rosey! -Rosey, ya old flower!

This is for you and the horse! -Yeah? Well, who's first?

-Hey!

-Hey, come on boys! Hey! Come on!

I'll buy ya some drinks you can float canoes in!

-Yeah!

-Oh, no -- no, no need for that.

Spearville opens its arms wide. Help yourselves.

The drinks are on us. -Whoo-wee!

-Well, thanks for the hospitality Anderson.

-No, that's JudgeAnderson, Clay.

Judge Anderson, law and order.

Every skinny inch of him.

-Well, not too much order tonight, huh, Judge?

-Cowboys, cowboys, you gotta loose their cinches, I say.

-You're lettin' it out without a doubt.

-Have a good trip up the trail Mr. Tynan?

-Anderson, let me tell you somethin',

we brought 1,800 head outta Texas with 7 stampedes,

and 5 storms and a drowned elk standin'

on a plane as flat as a billiard table.

And with all that, with all of it,

I got me 1,680 cows up yonder on the Malapai right now.

Now you ask me one question, just one, can Chisholm

or Blocker or any of them ol' salty ratties,

can they brag on any better than that, huh?

-No sir, Clay. -Can they?

-No, nobody!

-That's a heap of doin', Mr. Tynan, a heap of doin'.

-Here ya are, Rosey. For you and...

-The horse. -Right!

-That horse is gonna take second money this time.

-Move outta the way, you overgrown elk.

Hey, where's that no-good brother of mine?

Did I send somebody to fetch him?

Huh? Didn't I?

Oh, he better have me a bar better than the one last time.

Well, move it, Partner!

-I -- I'm afraid I just can't.

-What do you mean you can't?

-Uh, Kurt is, uh... is dead, Mister Tynan.

-Dead?

-Yeah, that's right Mister Tynan.

-Yes, sir, Mister Tynan. Shot he was.

[ Chuckling ]

[ Laughing ]

-Well, now. Old Kurt,

he probably done deserved that, as surer than the sunlight.

You know, he'd look you in the face

and lie like an Indian that swallowed your watch.

You had him about as much guts as an ant after a buffalo run.

Worthless.

He's as -- as worthless as day-old beer

and yeller as mustard without bite.

Yes, sir! Yes, sir!

Now, who killed him?

I said who killed him!

-An Irishman named O'Quillian. -And where is he?

-H-h-he said he was goin' to Dodge.

-Chickenfoot? -Yeah, Clay?

-You -- you done heard who and where.

Now, I want you to take the breed,

and I want you to fetch me that man.

-Right. All right.

-All right. So the rest of you boys

fetch me a tub -- I'm gonna take me a bath.

Well, come on! Move it!

Come on! Let's drink up here!

Mm!

Come on! Getta drinkin'!

-You did good, Judge.

Oh, you did good.

-Parker, the only difference between a rut and a grave

is measurement.

Now it's time to leave this town.

-Here's to the old sodden.

To Ireland, to that emerald isle of freedom.

To us and freedom.

[ Foreign ]

The sword of light is shining still.

-Hello, Sam.

-How 'bout a beer?

-Comin' right up.

-Billy.

-Mr. Burke, this here's Mr. O'Quillian.

Mr. O'Quillian, Nathan Burke.

-Howdy.

-I thought so.

No you don't, Mr. Ogre.

-What you got there Mr. O'Quillian?

-The weather.

-Weather? -Aye, the weather.

The ogre comes out, bad weather.

The milkmaid comes out, fine weather.

But I've fixed that. -Fixed what?

-The weather.

We'll keep the ogre in, leavin' the milkmaid to come out.

And it's fine weather we'll have, we will.

-That would make the difference in the weather?

-Aye. It's a fine instrument,

the name of which is a barometer.

-Are you tryin' to say that thing will change the weather?

-Well, not really.

Except...

-Except what, Mr. O'Quillian?

-E-except, uh, just in case, Louie, my friend...

-Except just in case of what?

-Except just in case the devil takes a notion,

we'll keep the ogre in just in case.

-If that thing, if it works at all, follows the weather.

The ogre has nothing to do with it!

-That the way it is Mr. O'Quillian?

-It is, Louie.

But still little's the harm.

And -- and who knows,

we'll keep the ogre in, leavin' the milkmaid out

and give the poor lord above a chance.

-Amazing.

Any intelligent man believing such foolishness.

-Foolishness is it?

-Foolish and superstitious. -Aye.

Well, now, can it not be said that all new thoughts

were regarded as superstitions at one time or another?

Take your steam engine for example...

-But a barometer works on a system of pressure

which the weather establishes beforehand!

-People like you resist new thoughts, you do.

You and all your kind, all of you

crowded into the hothouses of your stuffy little minds.

Blind you are. And stupid to the core are you!

-Stupid? You're calling me stupid?

-I beg your pardon.

Perhaps I shouldn't have used the word.

Perhaps I should have caressed ya instead.

-Come on! Break it up!

-Then there was this here nephew, Orley Beckleton.

He was kind of different too. He could...

-Festus, your steak's gettin' cold.

-Yeah. Well, he had this selfist idea

that he could fly, don't you see?

So he harnessed two 84-pound wings to his mule

and just went a hightailin' her off down to Pounders Bluff.

Why, he never even slowed down or looked up.

Just went right over the edge of it.

Of course the mule, now, he come back.

He's a little three-legged, but he's still'a walkin'.

And Orley, he was pasted over ever rock in that gulch.

You had... -Marshal!

Marshal Dillon! The --the --the Long Branch,

there's a big fight!

Well, it's like Bull Run all over again!

-Stop it! Sam!

-Oh, a beautiful, beautiful fight.

Look at the glorious savagery of it.

-All right! Hold up! Break it up!

Over there.

All right! Hold on!

Break it up here!

Who started this? Sam?

-Well, I don't know Marshal, I was down tendin' to the bar.

-I know who did it. It was that Irish fella.

He was... I don't know where he is, he's gone.

-Well, Kitty, looks like things got a little outta hand here.

-Yeah, just a little.

Sam, would you help clean up some of this mess, please?

-Yes ma'am.

-Who did start it?

-Well, O'Quillian was his name.

He hit me along the side of the head with a beer mug.

-And he just hit you for no reason?

-Well, that's exactly what he did.

Just because I refused to believe his barometer

could control the weather.

-Barometer?

-Marshal?

I think you'll be interested.

-Louie and his guest Mr. O'Quillian.

-Top of the world to ya, Marshal.

Oh, isn't it heroic figure you're cut.

A true Cú Chulainn, one of the heroes of my homeland.

-All right. On your feet.

-Hey, look. I'm up, I'm up, man.

There's no need to take such a tone.

There's a time and place for violence.

-Festus, get him outta here and let 'em sleep it off.

-Come on.

-And is up until life is what I am, in all the moons above us.

-I'm deeply sorry, Marshal.

-It's all right, Louie. You just go on and sleep it off.

-Thanks, Marshal.

-A veritable signpost for lost souls.

-Why, you... -Control yourself, man.

Control yourself.

Have mercy, won't you? That's me girl.

-Oh, come on. Mercy, mercy.

-You better let Doc take a look at that.

Well, can I buy you a drink?

-I could sure use one.

-Sam? Yes.

-Hey, Whiskers?

Come here.

Yeah, you. Come here.

-Now you lookie here, Mister.

I ain't partial to gettin' called Whiskers.

-No offense meant.

-Well, it was took.

-I was lookin' for a friend.

-Luck to ya.

-I thought you might know him.

-Ain't likely.

-Easy. Ain't no sense of startin' no trouble.

If he's here, we'll find him.

Come on.

-Well, hello there, Red.

-Hello, Texas.

-Two whiskeys.

Looks like we kinda missed out on all the fun, don't it?

-Yeah, it was lively.

-And they was fightin' over you.

-That what you think, cowboy?

-No, I'm just sayin' that you'd be worth fightin' over.

-Thirty cents.

-Yeah. Can I buy one for ya?

-No, thanks.

-Then I'll have one for ya.

Yeah, looks like one of your Kansas twisters

just tore this place right up, don't it?

-It was more like a Gaelic gale.

-Huh?

-Some Irishman...

and his barometer.

-An Irishman?

-One of Dodge's newest additions.

Fortunately, he drank enough to keep the rest

of the night quiet.

-Here's to you, Red.

To that Irishman, wherever he may be.

-Marshal! Marshal, Marshal!

-What's goin' on here?

-Marshal, come quick.

They're some of them ones who was raisin' the other...

They're takin' my friend! You gotta come!

-Louie, what are ya talkin' about?

You been on the bottle already this morning?

-No! I ain't been drinkin'!

They're takin' O'Quillian down at the freight yard.

They're gonna kill him! Please, please, Marshal.

Come, please, Marshal! Please.

-All right. All right, Louie.

-Go ahead, Marsh.

There they are Marshal!

-All right, that's far enough right there.

-Stand aside, pilgrim.

-Untie the man.

-I didn't come here lookin' for no trouble.

I came here to find him.

-I said untie him.

-A man named Tynan sent me after him.

There's no way I'm goin' back without him.

-The man's stayin' right here.

-Louie, untie him.

-Arrest 'em! Arrest those scrofulous spriggans.

Kidnappin', they was.

There I was lyin' a peaceful slumber,

mindin' me own business...

-O'Quillian, shut up!

-"Shut up," he says to a citizen!

-Now, what happened? What's this all about?

-A poker game in Spearville,

where I was bein' brutally cheated.

-And I suppose you weren't doin' any cheatin'?

-Of course I was.

But a lot less than his friend was.

-What about it?

-Who's askin'?

-U.S. Marshal.

-I'll leave the explainin' up to Mr. Tynan.

-All right, then ride outta here.

-You're not going to let him go, not after what he did to me!

-I told you to shut up.

-Could'a been simple Marshal.

It all could'a been just simple.

-Of course, I have not seen it with me own two eyes,

if indeed the hearin' of it is not enough.

Gettin' on, mind ya,

the word is that the wages for dance hall girls

are $10 a day in Wooten.

-Ten dollars a day!

[ Chatter ] -Indeed it is, indeed it is.

Not to speak of half as much again in Spencer.

-No! -Oh, my gosh.

[ Chatter ]

-I've got possible interest in the business as well.

-Oh my!

[ Chatter ] -Oh!

Refreshments! Refreshments.

Drink up ladies! Drink up!

The parties on O'Quillian.

[ Chatter ]

Here, my good my man. Keep the change.

Now, I know it's not for the likes of me

to be offerin' advice,

gettin' all, "'Tis the need of the human world

to improve," uh?

And now I want to thank you for the fair chance of your beauty

to lighten a tired man's heart.

Farewell, my lovelies.

And mind what I told you, now.

No boss spends money unless pressed to it,

if you know what I mean.

[ Humming ]

[ Chatter ]

-I have no doubt of your intentions, my good man.

-Then buy it or shut up!

-Well, I am yet not daft enough to pay thrice as much

for what a week ago yesterday,

I saw in Virgil, that town not even on a railroad.

-I don't believe you.

-Well, then take a trip and see for yourself.

It's the only logic.

Meanwhile, such wealth

is for the next world. Good day to ya.

[ Chatter ]

-Oh, rumors, folks. Just rumor.

Remember, it was rumor that had the world flat.

-Not half as flat as my pocketbook

if I had to deal with the likes of you.

My sympathies, dear ladies.

[ Chatter ]

-He doesn't know what he's talkin' about.

I can prove that the... These prices are the same...

Ladies!

-Let me tell you something.

When I bring a girl out here,

I pay her double what she could get back East.

I teach her manners. I teach her thrift.

And if and when she ever wants to go back East,

I make sure that she's better for this experience.

And she can live any kind of a life she wants to live.

Now Matt, I have been more than fair

in all of my dealings with anybody who's worked for me!

-Kitty, what are you gettin' at?

-Him. Him!

Now, the girls aren't listening too closely to him now.

But they will.

The law of averages -- -Now wait a minute.

Who is this him?

-Leary O'Quillian.

Now, I have to admit,

that man would charm the birds right outta the trees

and borrow money from the graveyard!

-What's eatin' you?

-Well, I'll tell ya what's eatin' me.

All of the sudden my fees are too high.

Too high! Think of that!

Do you know the last time anybody paid me anything?

Jim Dreskle, over in Burleyville, paid me off

in turnips, a whole basket full of measly little turnips!

-Now wait a minute.

Are you havin' trouble with this, uh, Leary O'Quillian?

-Who else? World's leading authority

on everything!

Medicine included now.

-Well, I hope you're convinced.

-You too?

-Oh, yes, girls and wages. -See there?

You gotta do somethin' about him.

He's -- he's a natural-born troublemaker.

-Sounds to me like Louie Pheeters

is about the only friend he's got left in Dodge.

-Well I'll tell you somethin' about that,

he's even corrupting Louie.

-You got rights is what you've got.

-Rights? -Right, rights.

You feel guilty because you've got no job.

Well, I have no job either, have I?

-But you're different, Leary. You've had an education.

-Ah, only of the mildest sort.

On up me mother's knee.

[Foreign]

She use to say to me, "my sweetest little darlin'."

God bless her.

-And you've traveled.

-Aye, that I've done.

-But me, I'm a bum.

Like you say, I ain't even got the courage

of a night moth bangin' at a window.

-I'll not have you throwin' me own words back at me,

Louie Pheeters.

I was speakin' of others.

You're more than just meat and bones, man.

Any animal is that.

You are a human being.

And a human being has got rights.

That's the human way, it is.

-What is?

-Brotherhood! That's what it is.

Being a human being

gives you the right to be cared for by other human beings.

It's only natural.

Charity and kindness is the only thing

that keeps human beings from being human animals.

Now that's plain to you, isn't it?

-I guess so.

-Louie, you and me are dreamers.

And here is the birth place of dreams,

if we can capture them.

And we can capture them.

The world needs dreams.

The world owes us, the dreamers,

a meal when we come to its doors.

It does, Louie.

It owes us.

-It does.

-Marshal! Come in, come in.

-Welcome, Marshal, most welcome.

-Sit down, sit down, would ya? -No, no...

-Would you like some? -No, thank you.

I wanted to ask you a few questions.

-Well, my pleasure, Marshal.

Proceed.

-You ever been in the towns of,

uh, Wooten, Spencer, or Virgil?

-Near them.

-Near enough to know that the dance hall girls there are paid

more than Kitty Russell pays her girls here?

-Somethin' plaguin' ya, Marshal?

-You an authority on banking, store-keeping

and medicine, are ya?

-Well, I keep my eyes and ears open.

-O'Quillian, have you had a real job in the last five years?

-A man's job is as he sees it.

And I see my job as the betterment of mankind

by pushin' people to better themselves.

It makes little mind how they do it,

as long as they do it.

-Well, it makes a difference here.

Now, I don't mind you tellin' all the stories you want to.

But you better cut out tellin' the kinda lies

that cause trouble, or I'll run ya outta town.

-I got my rights, I have.

-You got your rights. Their called the law.

-Rosey! Bring me my pants!

Oh, you want somethin' done, you gotta do it yourself.

They got the breed, huh?

-I done told you Dillon done it.

He's the fast gun I ever seen expect for yours.

There wasn't no sense in me startin' no ruckus.

-You used your head.

I don't pay you to use your head!

Hey, now! You get up! Get up here! Wake up!

Now you get the rest of these boys up on their feet.

We're going to Dodge, and we're going right!

-Come on! Get up!

-Mm, never did get my bath.

Come along, Chickenfoot. Get a move on.

Rosey!

-One of the most importantest things

there is, is to have good boots. -Oh, is that so?

-And the next most importantest thing is to have 'em fit.

-Yeah. -Well, I know those boys

back home one time just flat froze to death tryin'

to pull on a pair of boots.

Buried him in a basket. -In a basket.

-Yeah.

-That ol' boy wasn't your uncle, was he?

-No, he... -Uh, cousin maybe?

-No, he... -Second,

third or fourth or fifth cousin?

-No, he just a ol' boy that I'd know'd around town.

-Phenomenal.

-There -- there, Matthew.

How much is them boots?

-Oh, $5 a pair. -Five dollars!

Well, they 'ought be wearin' a mask,

askin' a price like that.

Boy, that's the blamedest thing I've ever.

-Marshal. Doc. Festus. -Hello, Newly.

Sit down and have a beer. -Uh, well, sir, I better not.

I had to leave my shop open. -Why? Somethin' wrong?

-Well, sir, uh, I can't really tell.

Maybe there is, maybe there isn't.

-What is it?

-Well, I was workin' late tonight

and heard some voices in the alley.

-Who was it?

-That O'Quillian fella and Louie Pheeters.

-What were they doin'?

-Uh, they were filling some bottles.

-With what? -I don't know for sure.

But it smelled like, uh, alcohol and licorice root.

I'm sorry Marshal. I didn't mean to, uh, stickin' my nose

into somebody else's business. -Well, you did the right thing,

Billy.

-Well, it's your turn to buy, ain't it, Doc?

Well, you tetchy ol' skin-clenchin'...

I recollect, clear as spring.

Matthew bought the first one,

Miss Kitty bought the next one,

and now it's your turn, an' you know it.

-[ Laughing ]

We can sell this stuff as fast as we make it.

-Is it right?

-Oh, heaven blessin's, of course it's right.

-But $2 just for...

-It ain't the money that matters, Louie.

-But this is... -And it ain't whether in truth

is an Oriental reviving solvent or not.

What matters is that people believe it works, it will work.

For the betterment of mankind, Louie.

For the betterment of mankind.

Anyway, people will buy anything that's only one to a customer.

-All right, O'Quillian, that's enough.

-Uh, you -- you don't quite understand.

-I understand, all right.

You're comin' with me. -Hey, where you takin' me?

-You're goin' to jail where I...

-Jail! No. Me -- I...

-That's right. I'll let you out in the morning.

Louie, if I ever see you hangin' around him again,

you're gonna be in trouble.

Billy, pour all that stuff out and throw the bottles away.

-You got it, Marshal. -Farewell, Louie Pheeters,

my one true friend, and remember this moment.

The bird feels nothing when you clip its wings.

But it flies no longer.

-Get up here. Get up.

-I'll say it now, Marshal Matthew Dillon,

if you don't go to Hades,

there's simply and fairly no sense of havin' the place.

-Oh, Newly! Newly, please.

Oh, my goodness. That's pure alcohol.

-Don't you realize, Louie, what this stuff could do to ya?

-I know it. But please, just a bottle

or two? -No, sir.

I'm just doin' what the Marshal told me.

-I know! I know!

But I never been so close to so much! Newly!

-Louie, you're just torturin' yourself.

Now, why don't you leave?

-I have to!

I can't stand to see such woeful waste.

-Turn the key, Marshal.

Turn the key.

And lock me mortal corposity in your hellish dungeon.

But know that when you do the spirit

of Leary O'Quillian soars beyond your grasp and reach.

-Why don't you lay down and get some sleep?

-Sleep? Sleep, ya say?

The time will come when naught but sleep will be my fate.

Oh, sleep.

The married cousin of death itself!

And death's cold arms will be around me long enough!

Sleep! Sleep, indeed!

[ Laughs ]

-What are you doin' here? -Evenin', Marshal.

I told you there'd be somebody else wanted to do the listenin'.

-You're Dillon. -That's right.

What do you want? -It ain't what I want.

It's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna kill me a man, Dillon.

Maybe two, comes trouble.

Boys down home say you run a hard town

for a dry drover. -It's a lawful town.

You're not gonna be killin' anybody in it.

-I didn't say I'd kill anybody in it.

Only if it comes trouble.

I'm lookin' for a man named O'Quillian.

-Yeah? -Irishman.

Killed my brother.

-He what?

-Bad of hearin' all of a sudden, Marshal?

-Where'd this happen? -Over in Spearville.

-Well, if it happened in Spearville,

then I'll be turning him over to the authorities there.

-I don't care where he goes or how, as long as he gets killed.

Bullet or rope, me at the far, and no need to guess.

Hear you shot a lot of men, Dillon.

-My jobs saving lives, Tynan.

What I hear about you, that separates us.

-Maybe it does. Maybe it doesn't.

Maybe some day we'll see how far.

-Come with me. -What for?

-We're gonna have a talk with Mr. O'Quillian.

O'Quillian? This man's name is Tynan.

He claims that you killed his brother.

-Proud to say I did, Marshal.

-You mean to tell me you admit it?

-I do. Cheatin' he was,

bold as new nails. I told you that.

-You didn't tell me you'd killed him.

-That's true, I didn't.

Anybody who plays cards with a stranger

the way your brother did ought to have a nurse.

[ Laughs ]

-Yeah, that's ol' Kurt, all right.

Five feet, and all of 'em pointin' left.

You bought luck, Dillon.

You'd have stiffed me on this one here,

I would'a brought my boys into town.

-Tynan, this man is standing trial in a court of law.

-I been tried in Spearville.

Tried and freed! [ Laughs ]

-What's he talkin' at?

-I'm talkin' about the trial, you muttonhead,

where I stood for 5 awful hours in the shadow of a noose,

defending myself with a terrible brilliance,

until at the end I heard the verdict.

"Justifiable homicide" is the words the man used.

[ Laughing ]

-Well, if he's tellin' the truth, well that's it.

He's a free man. He can't be tried twice for the same crime.

-Well, you can just take all this trial...

-Hey, that's enough!

-I want that man. I want him now.

-That man stayin' right where he is until I get a wire

from Spearville. Now get outta here.

-Our boys are waitin' outside of town.

I hope, for both our sakes, it can be a legal hangin'.

-Tried and freed! [ Laughs ]

Tried and freed!

-♪ And Freida -Matthew!

Matthew, here's that telegram from Spearville.

-♪ And our navy boys for freedom ♪

-Now, listen to that one-man tater famine... What's it say?

-Well, he's right. Not guilty.

Claimed self-defense.

-What?

You're goin' to have to go out there

and meet that Tynan gang on account of that no-good...

-Well, let me tell ya somethin', Festus.

No matter what you think of this man,

the law says he's worth protecting.

Better go find Newly.

Keep an eye out for Tynan's gang.

-Marshal?

-Yeah?

-Can I talk to you, Marshal?

-What do you want?

-You don't like me, do you, Marshal?

-I never said I disliked you.

-Only because you don't understand me.

And what you don't understand is the drive in me.

Rebellion is the way of all earths, Marshal.

It is as necessary as the air and the sun.

Do you understand that now?

-O'Quillian, what I understand is that when you dig a hole

in this Earth, you owe it to the Earth

to fill it back up with somethin' better.

That's called work.

-Work?

Why should I work? I've committed no crime.

I hate work!

I hate work the same way the good lord hates Dodge City!

-Marshal, they're comin' in.

-Oh, Marshal.

You're not going out there to face the lot of them?

Why?

-To fill a hole.

-Matthew, I just seen -- -Yeah I know.

Newly, take the general store over there, will ya?

-Yes, sir. -Festus,

better get yourself a rifle.

-Oh, good man! Good Man!

-Leary!

-And you brought us the guns too?

-I did.

I did.

-Oh, Lou, you're a terrible man, a terrible man.

-And I brought us something...

-A moment of cheer too!

[ Footsteps approaching ] Shh!

-Louie, what in the --

-Leary!

-It's all right, Louie.

I've done it a thousand times.

He'll be up and around

in a few minutes with nothing but a slight headache.

-But he's my friend.

-Well, don't you see what I've done for him?

I taked him out of the line of battle.

And by so doing, I may have saved his life.

Look at him, sleepin' like a baby.

While you and me go forth to meet the oppressors.

-Hold it right there, Tynan.

-The law speaks, boys. -[ Men laughing ]

-We wired Spearville.

We found out that O'Quillian was tried and found not guilty.

He's a free man. -Wow!

The law speaks again, boys!

Now, you mind the last time the law spoke, boys?

That's down near San Antone,

Dillon, a little border town near Cruces.

There's a lot of drinkin', fightin'.

Had 'em a sheriff.

He's about your size, Dillon.

Hard eyes, not much talk.

Now, he'd fight ya till the devil took Eskimos.

Everybody said so.

Well, we took that ol' hard eyes.

And we stripped him down birthday raw,

put a grain sack over his head

and run him out on cactus mesa.

Law spoke that day, Dillon.

Woo-wee,

did the law speak that day, huh? -Yeah!

-Hey, I'll make it easy for you, Dillon.

All I want's that Irishman.

And he ain't worth tired cloth.

-He gets protection in this town,

same as anybody else, Tynan.

Now, turn your men around and ride outta here.

-I want him.

-You want him bad enough to die for him?

Any man lays a hand on a gun,

you're gonna be the first one to take a bullet.

Now, that's the way you want it, make your move.

[ O'Quillian laughing ]

-So, it's me you want, it's me what's comes for ya.

Right, Louie, me lad?

-Right!

-Get him outta here, Louie.

-I'm ready to do battle with any man born of woman

and ready to face death and danger with the courage

of Cú Chulainn's own tooth and fang.

And to devil with tomorrow!

-O'Quillian, get outta here. Louie, take him away.

-Gonna fill a hole!

Old Matt and me is is gonna fill a hole.

No man fights O'Quillian's battles unless O'Quillian fights

by his side.

-Newly.

-I... I never did get me my bath.

-They're both dead, Marshal.

-All right. Pick 'em up and ride outta here.

-Leary, are ya hurt?

Leary! Speak to me!

Leary.

-Here, let's just... Help me roll him over.

-Doc?

-Oh, holy Saint Peter.

Where is the angels? Where is the angels?

-You were expecting angels, were you, O'Quillian?

-I'm dyin'. I'm dyin'!

-Eventually, yes. But not tonight.

You've got a flesh wound. Hardly more than a scratch.

Come up to the office, and I'll take care of it.

-Louie, did you get these guns in a barrel behind my shop?

Threw these away, Marshal.

Sears are gone, the cylinders are rusted tight.

You couldn't fire 'em if you wanted to.

-Where's Festus?

-Marshal, I gotta talk to ya.

-What about? -Festus.

I'm afraid he was hit on the head.

-O'Quillian?

-Oh, he -- he's just nappin', Marshal, just nappin'.

And here I am wounded, half me side blown away.

Oh, what a terrible scar

to indicate this sacrifice and endurance

and the endless tedium of enlightening the fellow man.

And practically nothing at all.

It's the truth.

-Here ya are. -Much obliged, Miss Kitty.

-Thanks, Kitty. -Say, is it true

what I've been hearing, that O'Quillian

went to work down at the stable? -It's true, Kitty.

-Even got Louie workin' with him!

-Louie! -Yeah.

-Yeah, he hasn't had a drink in a week!

-Well, must be true what they say.

Wonders will never cease to happen.

-That's a fact, Miss Kitty.

You know Hank says he ain't never had so much time

on his hands in 30 years.

And that just proves what I said, clear as crystal.

-What did you ever say that was clear as crystal?

-Well, about that O'Quillian feller.

I said that he was sure different

and that he was bound to make some changes.

-Mm, for the worst, that's what you said.

What are you doin'?

-I'm fixin' to go crawdad fishin'.

-Craw-- Well, it's too windy.

-What, that's all you know.

-Well, you don't have to have a great intellect to know

that the wind's blowin' outside.

-Well, it ain't goin' to be if I stop it.

-Stop it? The wind?

-'Course.

-All right. How you gonna stop the wind?

-Well, you see this little feller right here?

That's bad weather.

And this here girl there, that's good weather.

Now if I was to go to work and shove that little feller

back under there, it ain't gonna be no more wind.

It ain't gonna clabber up and rain or nothin' like that.

♪♪

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

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