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

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[ Whistle blowing ]

-Let me see, all we got left here is ham and boiled beef.

-Oh, anything's fine for me, Doc.

-I'll take ham. -All right.

-Ah, how about it, Marshal?

You afraid I'll get away?

-All right. Hold your hands up.

-Well, nothin' like travelin' to your own hangin' in style.

Eh, if you have your way, huh?

-It's not my way, August. It's a judge and jury's way.

-Musta' gone to a lot of trouble for me.

Musta' cost more than a couple of dollars.

-State of Kansas is glad to do it for you, August.

-That's not the friendliest way to talk, Doc.

-You want some coffee, Matt?

-No, thanks, Doc. -Black.

-Here.

-How about it?

-Just routine traffic out of Fulton.

-It's turnin' cold.

[ Clicking ]

-Hey! This is it.

Special train, arriving Bensonville.

-When'll they get here?

-About 4 hours.

-Can't you see the look on Old Johnny's face

when we come busting in?

-I wanna see the look on Dillon's face.

I get him, understand? He's mine.

-Fine by me.

Of course, uh, Johnny may have something to say about it.

-Well, if he don't, I'm gonna blow

that marshal right out from behind that badge of his.

[ Theme music playing ]

[ Whistle blowing ]

-Awful lot of people.

You better go in and grab that left rear seat right away, Doc.

Conductor, what are all these people doing on board?

-Marshal, I don't understand.

-Well, I was told we were gonna be the only passengers.

-I'll find out what I can.

-Get back.

-Oh.

-Well, I tried.

-They've been piling in on us all day.

Some of 'em been here since morning.

Probably be more up ahead.

Oh, uh, are you carrying a Marshal Dillon?

-Yeah. Him and his prisoner

and some doctor are supposed to be my only passengers.

-Well, give this to him right away, will ya?

Supposed to be important.

Now, uh, what do you wanna do about this low freight?

-What freight? -Coming in on the Fulton Spur.

It'll get passed back by 10 o'clock

and you'll have to follow that thing all the way to Dodge.

-Oh, I'll have time if I keep moving.

-Wonder where they all came from.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

-Why don't you ask? -You ask!

-Howdy.

Here, let me make more room.

[ Laughing ]

-Excuse me, officer. May I sit with you?

-Certainly, ma'am. -Oh, thank you.

-Who we got there, Marshal?

-Nobody that concerns you. You men get back to your seats.

-Yes, sir, Marshal, sir. Yes, sir.

[ Whistle blowing ]

[ Man singing ]

♪ And I talk with my baby

-Looks pretty good, considering.

-It's the marshal, I'm thinking about...

-Oh, we got us a sizable crowd to get lost in.

Nah, he never figured a thing.

-I sure got to hand it you, Leitner.

It's working out just like you said it would.

-How far are you going, Ms. Devon?

-Oh, I'm going to Fort Larned. Meeting my husband there.

-Oh, he's in the army. -Huh?

Oh, no. No.

He was -- he was just appointed the territorial governor.

And we're going to continue on to -- to Denver together.

-You happen to know, Mrs. Devon,

how it is that all these people are on the train?

-Oh, the stage road is impassible.

We were told that the -- that the bridge over Signal Canyon

was burnt down last night.

Is there --is there something the matter, Marshal?

-No, nothing that need concern you, ma'am.

-We weren't expecting a train until the morning.

-Well, this is a special car.

-What he really means, ma'am,

is that they had this car put on special for me.

And the Marshal is not too happy about all this company.

John August, ma'am.

-What's he done?

-He's being taken to Dodge City to stand trial, ma'am.

-May I ask for what?

-For murder.

-For murder?

-You have nothing to be afraid of ma'am.

-Oh, I'm not afraid, Mr. August.

In Chicago,

I was the chairman of the Ladies' Reform Commission.

We worked with the poor and in the prisons.

So I've had some experience with unfortunates like yourself.

-Unfortunates?

-Oh, it's merely a figure of speech.

-♪ I walk and I talk with my baby ♪

[ Laughter ]

[ Whistle blowing ]

-Tickets, gentlemen.

-You see, I am convinced that poverty and deprivation

is at the root of all crime.

You being a lawman,

you must have seen the inside of some prisons, Marshal.

-I have, ma'am.

-Then you are aware of how appalling conditions are.

-There's, uh, room for improvement, I'm sure, yes.

-From what I saw in Chicago and other places,

it was bad enough.

And only heaven knows what was concealed from us.

Men are treated like absolute animals.

-Ms. Devon, you may be right about that.

But, uh, I'm afraid you're talkin' to the wrong man.

My job is simply to bring in the prisoners.

-You're right, ma'am.

My old man was foreclosed off his land...

-That's enough out of you.

-I don't mind if he talks to me.

-I do, Mrs. Devon.

-Nice to see you again, Ben.

-Say, I never did ask ya, who do you travel for?

-Dr. Dettweilers bitterroot.

-Oh, how's it been going?

-Oh, I've had better.

-What about you, Stallcup?

-Oh, I'm with, uh, Red Tiger Tobacco.

Cut, plug, snuff and cigars. -Oh.

-Snuff doesn't move around here.

You a travelin' man, friend?

-That I am, sir.

Have the finest line in household wares west

of the Mississippi.

-Now, Ms. Devon, you see this state

and most of the territories beyond,

10 years ago were a battlefield.

And that violence produced a lot of violent men

and we still have our share of incorrigibles.

-Incorrigibles. -Well, what would you call it?

-Well, I may be wrong,

but I don't believe that any man is an incorrigible.

Even a man like this.

-Thank you, ma'am.

I guess every man who ever got in trouble

wished he had another chance.

-Well,

bet he'd like another chance to kill somebody else.

-You see, that's exactly what I'm talking about.

He hasn't even been tried yet.

And already you -- you've got him convicted.

-No, no. -Mrs. Devon,

it so happens that there were eyewitnesses to the crime.

-Yes, but the extent of the crime

shall be determined by the jury.

Will it not? -That's right.

And that's why it's my job to get him to that jury

just as quickly as I can.

-Yes. Well, I am sorry, Marshal.

It's just that I believe that every human being has --

[ Car lurches ]

What's the matter?

-Uh, he's been shot in the leg.

-And you're moving him in that condition?

-Nothing wrong with his condition.

I've examined him.

And I've certified him fit to travel.

-You're a medical doctor?

-Yes, ma'am, I am.

-Are you in pain?

Oh, you don't have to be afraid to tell me.

Well, isn't there some place where he could lie down?

-Mrs. Devon... -Yes.

-There's a -- an empty seat just up the aisle here.

-I beg your pardon. -Would you mind?

I'll see that nobody bothers you.

-I see.

-Excuse me. -I'm sorry.

-Nothing on this whole green earth

worse than a crusading female.

-Oh, Marshal, in the confusion, I forgot.

This is for you.

-Read that.

It's from the federal Marshal in Topeka.

-It could be wrong.

-Not likely, Doc. He's a reliable man.

-Conductor.

This telegram get on in Bensonville?

-Uh, yes, sir.

-Says immediate delivery. -I'm sorry, Marshal.

But with all these passengers and tryin' to make up time,

it slipped my mind.

-Any other stops tonight?

-There's two flag stops ahead.

There's Colby: we'll be getting to that pretty quick now.

And after that there's Fulton.

-Do any of those towns have a jail?

-Oh, no.

Marshal, places like that don't have much more than a name.

Marshal, uh, I'd like you help you but,

uh, tell me what the problem is.

-Well, the problem's very simple.

According to this telegram,

some of his friends are gonna try and take him off this train.

-Tonight? -Tonight.

[ Whistle blowing ]

-Something's up.

-Ben, what's going on, Ben?

Come on. You can tell me.

-Well, we're gonna get a wire off on the next stop.

Get the sheriff at Big Falls to meet the train at Fulton.

Colby coming up, Marshal.

You don't think they'll try anything there, do you?

-Eh, not likely -- they'll probably wait 'til

we're out in the open somewhere.

-And between Fulton and Dodge, that's a long stretch there.

-You'll have to hurry that telegram.

There's a freight coming in at Fulton we have to beat.

We could go 5 mile an hour all the way into Dodge.

-I know a hurried man.

They might try to put some help aboard here.

-Well, whoever's burning that bridge is already done.

Conductor, if any passengers get on here,

have 'em come through that door. -Yes, sir.

-It'll give me a chance to cover both of them

at the same time, Doc.

-You figure the Marshal is on to something?

-I don't know.

-We could try to spring Johnny now.

-Unless he's being taken off here,

we'll do it like we planned.

-Marshal, could you slow it up?

This leg is killin' me.

-Put your hands up.

-What are you doing this to me for?

-Flag's up.

There'll be passengers, all right.

Dispatcher in Bensonville said there would be on account

of the bridge being out.

Can't give you more than a couple of minutes, Doc.

No more.

-Mrs. Devon?

-The work you're doing -- it's a fine thing.

I wish I had met you...

or somebody like you a long time ago.

-Would it have changed anything?

Like murder?

-Mrs. Devon, I never killed anybody.

I got no call to lie to you.

There's no way you can help me.

-Right this way, folks.

-The charge against you is murder.

-Yes, ma'am. With witnesses.

I know these men, you get a bad name,

they put everything on you.

Besides, it's an easy way to clear a case off the books.

-It's hard for me to --

to believe that man like Marshal Dillon

could be a part of a...

-Ma'am, things are different out here.

Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between the man

wearing the handcuffs and the man wearing the badge.

Just check how many times a prisoner is killed

before he ever comes to trial.

They just claim he's trying to escape.

-If you like, when we reach Dodge City,

I'll help arrange for a lawyer.

-A lawyer?

Mrs. Devon, I'll be satisfied just to get to Dodge City alive.

Ma'am, can I ask you to do something for me?

-So that's it? -Oh, no. Nothing like that.

But...if it wouldn't be too much trouble or bother,

could you stay close to me 'til we get to Dodge?

As long as you're nearby, the Marshal,

they wouldn't dare try anything.

-Come on, Doctor.

-Get it sent, Doc? -Yeah.

-Mrs. Devon, I thought I told you to stay away from him.

-I could use your help for a while if you wouldn't mind?

-What for?

-Help me guard that prisoner there.

-Well, uh, I don't think it would be quite right.

You being a civilian with no proper authority, sir.

-Can I see your papers, Sergeant?

Michael Drennan, Sergeant.

Peter Frye, Private, fourth infantry.

You tryin' to tell me that you're refusing to help?

-Oh, no, no, sir.

But, you see, the, uh, the kid and I,

we don't have any sidearm.

You know how it is.

-Marshal? I've got a man for ya.

-Lesson number one --

Never get mixed up in a civilian's business.

Right? -Yes, sir.

-Do you have a gun, Mr. Stallcup.

-In my bag.

-And you know how to handle it?

-Sure.

I mean, all you want me to do is stand guard.

That's the idea, isn't it?

-All right. Come with me.

-Hey. What are you doing?

-I'm givin' the Marshal a hand.

-Don't look around now but those three men

up front there... -Yeah.

-Where are they takin' it to? -Straight through.

Next stop's Fulton.

-Stallcup, this is Dr. Adams here.

-Pleasure. -Hello.

-What's he doin'?

-Gettin' him some helps, looks like.

It won't make no difference.

-But I'd heard you'd sent for the sheriff.

-But it's a long way over here from Big Falls.

And he might be able to make it in time.

If he doesn't, I'm not gonna be able to take

this prisoner off at Fulton. -I see.

-But I'll see if I can get some extra help, Mr. Stallcup.

-I'm game.

-You're just buying yourself a pack of trouble.

-That's enough out of you.

-Fulton!

-Didn't make it.

-What are you gonna do, Marshal? On or off?

-Mr. Chairman, would you come with me?

-I can't wait any longer.

-Well, you can wait just one more minute.

All right, folks. I'd like your attention please.

I'm the Federal Marshal from Dodge City.

Now, there's been some talk going around the train

about what's happening here.

Well, I'm gonna make it official right now.

There's a good chance we're gonna

run into some trouble up ahead.

[ Chatter ]

-What kind of trouble?

Something to do with him? -That's right.

-Well it's just as good a chance

there won't be any trouble, right?

-If you like bad odds. Now, this town is Fulton.

It's the last chance you're gonna have to get off

before we get to Dodge City tomorrow morning.

And my recommendation is that you all get off right here.

[ Chatter ]

-Marshal, I ain't gettin' off this train.

I -- I got a job waiting for me in Dodge.

-All right.

But I'll tell you this, anybody that stays aboard the train

does so at their own risk.

-Marshal, you have no right to order

these people off this train.

-I'm not ordering anybody off, but I strongly recommend it.

-Now, just a minute. -Mrs. Devon...

-Now, look. You might very well be right.

There could be danger ahead.

But --

but why should all these people get off the train?

-Mrs. Devon, you've got one minute.

Mrs. Devon...

-I'm staying.

-All right. How about the rest of you?

-Marshal, that train will be coming off the spur in 1 minute.

Now, we have to move on. -Hold it.

Hold it. I'm goin'.

[ Chatter ]

-All right, folks. Hurry it along now.

-All right, Conductor. Let's go.

-If they get hurt it's their own fault.

-All right.

[ Gasps ]

-What the devil did he do that for?

-This is very irregular, Marshal,

but we carry mail in here.

That makes this coach under government control.

-Sit right here.

-Pardon me.

-Let me in.

-Mrs. Devon, why don't you go back in the other car?

-Look. I have a perfect right...

-No, you don't. I want you to turn around

and go back out of here. -That man was wounded before.

And I demand the right to stay.

-Why is that? We have a doctor here.

-Why? Because Mr. August asked me to.

And after -- after seeing what you did a moment ago,

I wanna make sure that he is alive

when this train reaches Dodge City.

-Well, I'm terribly sorry,

Mrs. Devon, but you're gonna have to leave the car right now.

-Well, I am... No.

-Find your way out.

-You got me a pretty good lick. I won't forget it.

-Marshal?

Uh, I think I better go in the back car and sit down.

I mean, I don't -- I don't feel too good, you know?

-Sorry, Mr. Stallcup. I understand.

Thank you.

Conductor, I'd like to have your keys.

-Marshal, I'm not... -It's all right.

I'll take full responsibility.

Now, look, maybe go and tell the engineer we're not gonna

make anymore stops between here and Dodge City.

-Oh, we're gonna stop a 20-mile grid take on water,

or we may run dry before we get to Dodge.

-No more stops. -But Marshal, you...

-He may have his men waiting anywhere along the line here.

You wanna take a chance on that? -All right. No stops.

-Doc, lock this door as soon as I go out.

And again when he comes back through here, lock that one.

-What are you gonna do?

-I'm going back in the other car

and try to find out if any of his friends are aboard.

Sergeant?

I'm gonna call you in just a minute.

I want you to come down here.

-All right.

-I expect he's trying to get more help.

-What he asks us? -Sure.

But don't look too eager.

Evening, Marshal.

-Boys.

I'll have your sidearms.

Slow and easy.

-What's this? -Put 'em on the floor.

-Drennan, Frye.

-Sarge? -All right. Go on.

-Right. There's your sidearms.

-All right. Pick 'em up.

-I want you to give me hand.

We're gonna disarm the rest of the car.

All right, boys. Let's have your sidearms.

They'll be returned to you when you get to Dodge.

All right. Let's go.

[ Knocking ]

Doc, let me in.

You two men cover the front door.

-Yes, sir.

-Frye, did anybody ever call you blue belly?

-No, sir.

-The civilians, eh, you let 'em get in trouble

then they're glad to see you.

Otherwise...

-Afraid they're not gonna be much help for you, Matt.

-Uh, look, as long as nobody else knows it,

that's something.

-You're in charge of this train, aren't you?

-Yes, ma'am. -Well, then it is up to you

to exercise your authority.

-Ma'am, please, stay out of this.

-All I want to do is just to see

that that young man is all right, that's all.

-Take my advice, madam, and leave the Marshal alone.

-Gentlemen.

-Ma'am.

-I'd like your names, if I may please.

I intend to lodge a protest against Marshal Dillon

when we reach Dodge City with the proper authorities

with you as witnesses. -For what?

-For brutality against his prisoner.

-I'm sorry, ma'am.

Marshal's done what's expected of him.

His ways may seem tough and a mite hard

to you Eastern folks, but he's just doing his job.

-Oh.

-Says it for me too, ma'am.

-Gentlemen, I'd like to have your names, please, if I may.

-But what for?

-I -- I intend to protest Marshal Dillon's actions.

-Well, now. It sure takes courage

on your part, lady, to stand up against a U.S. Marshal.

-A badge is not a license for brutality.

-Oh, you got a point there.

-Looks to be about that time, Leitner.

-Well, gentlemen. Here. -No, I don't think so, ma'am.

-Oh, you have nothing to be afraid.

-Oh, it ain't that, ma'am.

I just don't think it'll be needful.

-Okay, boys. Move it.

Wallet, ring, watch, money, anything you got.

Right in there.

Get back there with the rest.

-What is this? What is going on?

-We'll be leaving this here train shortly, ma'am.

-You're thieves!

-Yes, ma'am.

-Just friends with Johnny August,

passing the hat, ma'am -- anything you care to give?

-You get away from me.

-Well now, what we got here.

-Get your hands off of -- Aah!

-How much longer to the water stop?

-Twenty minutes.

-Anybody got any idea about this train not stoppin'?

I asked you if anybody had any idea about --

-Marshal Dillon. -And how about that.

Him tellin' you what to do.

Barstow, go up there and tell the engineer

we are stoppin' after all, huh?

-What, through the mail car? -Up and over the mail car.

Now, go on.

Fox, give him a hand. -All right.

-You were right about that Marshal, ma'am.

He sure is a mean one.

[ Whistle blowing ]

-Marshal!

You hear me, Marshal?

Now, why don't we do this the easy way, huh?

You're outnumbered now.

And there's more at the water stop.

Be good sense for you to just give it up.

-More at the water stop?

-It's what he said, Sergeant. But...

-But there's no buts.

I'm pullin' out. -No, we're not gonna stop.

I told the engineer to keep goin'.

[ Thud ]

-Well, maybe they've got some other ideas.

Maybe you can make things stay just like they are,

but I'm not gonna stay around to find out.

Frye, put your gun down. -Sarge...

-You do as I said.

I wish you all the luck in the world,

but we're pulling out.

Unless, of course, you aim to kind of make us stay.

-I'm not gonna make you stay, Sergeant.

-All right. Come on, Frye.

-Show them out, Doc, will you?

-Hey. Hey, outside.

Sergeant Drennan. We're coming out.

-Things are looking blacker every minute, huh Marshal?

-Well, now. You sold me, boys. Showed good sense.

-That means just Dillon and the sawbones

between us and Johnny now.

-And only a few minutes between here and the water stop.

-Doc, give me the keys.

Here.

I don't want a sound out of you.

Doc, you better get over there.

Hold it.

[ Gunshot, whistle blows ]

-Dillon!

Barstow!

-Dillon shot him.

-What happened? -Dillon killed Barstow.

Now, that means no stop for the others or the horses.

And how far do we get afoot on that prairie?

-We don't get Johnny before we get to that water stop,

I'm jumping this train.

-No, we can't cross Johnny.

Only one thing we can do.

Come on.

Marshal.

One time.

Now, you let Johnny go, and there'll be no trouble.

Don't even have to stop this train.

We'll jump at the water stop.

-Sounds like he's trying to make a deal.

He's not so sure as he was.

-Well, how about it, Marshal?

-I'm taking him in.

-Johnny.

Take cover.

-Stop it! Stop it!

Stop. I can't stand it.

-Please don't bother me. -Ahh.

[ Gasps, screams ]

Let me talk to him, please. Let me talk to the Marshal.

-What makes you think you can talk to him?

-How many people have got to die before they...

-Nobody has got to die.

-Well, then let me try to reason with him.

-Come on.

Marshal, hold your fire.

The woman wants to talk to you.

-Marshal.

-Now, think twice on it, Marshal.

She's been hit.

Should be looked at by your friend the Doc.

-Marshal, please.

Marshal.

-Come on.

Mrs. Devon.

Mrs. Devon. -Yes.

-How bad you hurt?

-Oh, I'm all right, Marshal.

But this killing has got to stop.

There are innocent people back there.

Please, Marshal. Let him go.

Let August go.

How many people you going to kill just to see August hang?

Let him go, Marshal. Please, please let him go.

-Mrs. Devon, I want you to turn around

and go back to the back of the passenger car

and get out of the way.

-Marshal... -Marshal.

-If you don't open this door,

I'm gonna blow the top of her head right off.

Now, open up and drop your gun.

Now, both of you, keep your hands up

and move to the front of the car.

-Well, you sure cut it close, Leitner.

-We had a spit of trouble, Johnny,

but it's all taken care of now.

-Key.

Well, Marshal, I can't say it's been the pleasantest trip

in memory, but, uh,

but I guess we'll be partin' company soon.

[ Clicking ]

-Hey, they ain't stoppin'!

-What happened? -What do you think happened,

-They kill 'em?

-There were five boys in that train.

-I know how many there were.

-He couldn't have got all of 'em.

-Wanna follow the train into Dodge and find out?

-Not me. -Well, you're the one who'd said

you wanted to get Dillon -- well, let's go get him.

-You go right ahead. All of a sudden, I don't like the odds.

-You're gonna leave Johnny with him?

-I don't know if Johnny's even alive.

Come on, let's get out of here before we freeze to death.

-It's all right, Conductor.

-Ah, there you are, Ms. Devon.

That'll -- that'll be all right 'til we get to Dodge.

-Thank you so much, Doctor.

You know, I'm so sorry. -Sorry?

What about?

-Oh, for being so weak at such a time.

-Ms. Devon, one thing I'll guarantee

that you're not is weak.

-Well, I'm certainly a bad judge of character,

I'll say that.

Marshal, I apologize.

-You have nothing to apologize for.

-I am going to venture to say

that Chicago's loss will be Colorado's gain.

-Thank you, Doctor.

-I mean it. You're a very remarkable woman.

-If there's any --

anything that the governor or I can do for either one of you,

you be sure and let me know, will you?

-You know, now that you mention it, there certainly is something

that you might be able to do. -What?

-There is one thing, Mrs. Devon,

that this part of the country needs more than anything else.

-What's that, Doctor? -Really, hospitals.

Just think what it would mean if someone

like yourself and your husband, someone with the gumption

and the wherewithal would start a campaign

to build hospitals all over this part of the country.

Think how many people that would benefit.

Just think of that. Now there --

there's a project someone could really get their teeth into.

-Hospitals.

Yes, hospitals.

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

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