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

-Now get that pole out of there.

-You heard him.
Do what the boss said.

There we go.

[ Horse whinnies ]

-Straight run
to here and then into Dodge.

You put a bend in that track,
and you get one in your hide.

Squatter.

We'll get rid of him.

-Yeah. That's no problem.

[ Gunshot ]

-No. Put it down.

Mr. Cameron said no trouble
if we can help it.

-Get off my land!

All of you, get out of there!

Get off of my land.

Get off of my land, all of you.

And you're gonna pay
for that fence, too.

Don't forget that, Mister.

-You old fool.

This land belongs to the Kansas
North Platte Railroad.

-This is my land.

I homesteaded it
when nobody else wanted it.

Paid for it in my sweat.

And it's mine legally,
nobody else's.

Now move.

-Guess I don't have
much of a choice.

-That's the most sensible thing
you've said, Mister.

[ Gunshot ]

-Well, don't just stand there.
Get rid of him.

-Look, old man.

Now, we don't want you
on this property.

You don't belong here.

Now, you just get out of here,
you hear?

Come on, old man.
Go on now.

You just get out of here.

-[ Laughs ]

-All right, Mr. Cameron wants
three miles of route

marked by sunset.

If that cabin's in the way,
knock it down.

-You heard the boss.

Now move that stuff off here.

-You ain't heard
the last of this, Mister.

There's laws even for
high-and-mighty railroad men.

This is my land! Mine!

-Now, you listen to me,
squatter.

I'm gonna give you just
five minutes

to pack your belongings
and get off of railroad land.

-It ain't your land!

-You got five minutes, Mister.

After that, we bury you here.

Move that wagon!
Let's go!

[ Hooves clopping ]

Let's go.
-Come on.

-Hyah! Go!

Hyah!

-Hold up there.

Hold up.
-Hyah.

Hyah. Hyah.

-Hold up, Mr. Graham.
What's your hurry?

-Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

-Hey, you're pushing that horse
pretty hard, aren't you?

-Yeah, I got
a good right to, too.

You get them out of my pasture.
They're trespassing.

That's what they're doing.

Cutting my fence wire,
throwing me in the mud,

and run me off my own land,

and you're gonna run them off
for me.

-Now, hold on a minute here.

Who you talking about?

-The railroad!

-Oh. I see.

They're putting the tracks
past your place already, huh?

-They ain't putting it past it.

They're trying to go across it.

I got this here stuff all over
me trying to do your job.

Now, you get them
out of my pasture.

-Well, I'm afraid
they're not trespassing.

I think
there's some mistake here.

-You're dad-burn
right there has been.

It's them that's making it.

-No, you see, the railroad's
cleared all the land

all the way down from Nebraska
to bring that line into Dodge.

-So, the law is siding
with the railroad, huh?

-No, I'm not siding
with the railroad.

-Railroad flunkies.
That's what you are.

You don't care
if they do take my land!

-Now, hold on
just a minute here.

-Hold on nothing!
They're stealing my land!

At least, well,
they're trying to.

Well, by golly,
they ain't gonna do it.

-Well, we'll check into it.

We'll go on
over to the land office.

But I think you'll find
that they've got a legal right.

-And I'm saying
they ain't got a legal right!

-All right.
-All right.

Hyah. Hyah.

-Good morning, Miss Russell.
-Good morning, Mister...

-Getting all ready
for a good piece of business?

-I think we all can.

-Well, the, uh, railroad workers
will bring money to Dodge.

But, uh, you just wait till
those tracks finally get here.

You're gonna have to double
the amount of them barrels.

-I just hope I don't have to
double the amount of furniture

they're gonna break.

-Well, Marshal
will take care of things.

Oh.

-Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Kitty.

-That's all right, Louie.

-Wasn't watching.
I'm sorry.

-You've worked
hard all morning.

Why don't you take a rest?

-Oh, no.

I've not finished.

-Ah, it's too hot
to finish it all at once.

Go have Sam
draw you a cold beer,

And then you can finish it.

If you need me, I'll be down
at the marshal's office.

Sorry, Mr. Lindsey.

-It's all right, Miss Russell.

I'll, uh, see you later.

-She's some lady.

-She's patience personified.

There's some people
that I wouldn't put up with

the way she does,
I can tell you that.

-Festus, Newly.

-Morning, Miss Kitty.
-Morning, Miss Kitty.

-All right.

Now, I'll just
read her back to you.

-Did I hear you say,
uh, read, Festus?

-Yes, ma'am.

I'm sending off
a telegram for old Matthew.

-Go ahead, Festus.
Let's see if you got everything.

-All right. It says, uh,

"Marshal Matthew Dillon
to Marshal Bill Raines in Hays.

Big blowout when Kansas
North Platte Railroad tracks

gets to Dodge City.

Come on over for a drink.

Signed Festus Haggen, deputy."

-That's amazing.

-I've been practizing,
Miss Kitty.

-Well, I can sure see that.
-Oh, yeah.

There ain't nothing to writing
and reading, you know?

No, shoot.

All you do is just --

just put down
what somebody tells you,

and then you tell it back.

That's all there is to it.

And seeing different folks
have different ways of writing.

You know, like
the Chinese folks,

well, they got
their way of writing.

And the Mexican folks,
they got their own way.

Of course, if a certain
old quack-quack was in town,

he'd have
some smart-aleck-y thing

to say about the way I do it.

But I don't give a hoot.

-Well, I can make out
most of it.

Now -- Now, that's Matt.

And that's --
that's the railroad.

Right?

Railroad. Right.

-And, um, what's that thing?

-Well, that's a haystack.

See, Bill Raines, he's a marshal
in Hays, don't you see?

See, and this here line,
now, that there is Kansas.

See, it's flat.

This here line,
that's the North Platte.

Railroad tracks
gets to Dodge City.

Then Bill Raines
has got an invite to come over

and have some drinks.

Signed Festus Haggen, deputy.

-Simple.

-Oh, it's easy.

-It's sort of a surprise
for Doc when he gets back.

-Uh, let's do
some more of those.

-Oh, of course.

Go ahead and tell it to me,
will you?

-Um, Marshal Dillon
taking prisoner to...

-No, wait a minute.
Don't go too fast.

[ Door opens ]

-Ah, Miss Kitty, Newly.

I just dropped by to find out
when the marshal was due back.

-Burke, tarnation.

You went and made me
lose my place.

-Well, what's he doing?

-Well, what's it look like
I'm doing, you knucklehead!

I'm writing some writing
so that I can read it back.

-You're gonna read
what you write?

[ Chuckles ]

-Burke, you know why

the good Lord
give you two eyeballs

and just one mouth?

That's so that you'll do a heap
more looking than a talking.

-This is ridiculous.

Everybody knows he can't write.

-Hush.
Just hush up, will you?

Now, go ahead on, Newly.

-Marshal Dillon
taking prisoner to Deerfield,

will return noon today.

Signed Festus Haggen, deputy.

-He can't write.

-Read it back, Festus.

Go ahead. Read it back.

-"Marshal Matthew Dillon
taking prisoner to Deerfield.

Get back to Dodge City
noon today.

Signed Festus Haggen, deputy."

-He memorized it.
He can't read!

-Well, you saw it yourself,
Burke.

I mean, it's just a matter
of putting it down

and telling it back.

That's reading and writing.

That's all there is to it.

-Yeah.

You got something cooked up.

I can't bother to find out
what it is.

I just came by to find out

when the marshal was due back,
that's all.

-Well, now, you know, don't you?

Didn't you just
hear me read it back to you?

And now that you know,
just go on, get out of here.

Get! Get!

[ Door opens, closes ]

-Festus, don't you think
you ought to send

that telegram to Marshal Raines?

-Newly, there you go
telling me my business again!

Now quit that!

I ain't gonna do no such thing.

I'll tell you
what I want you to do now.

I want you to take that over to
Barney at the telegraph office,

tell him to get it off
to Marshal Raines

while there's still time.

Don't you see?

Go on.

-Mm.

Miss Kitty.

-Newly.
-Festus.

-I tell you, Miss Kitty.

Trying to run this here
office when Matthew's gone

is just getting me flat down.
-Oh, I know, Festus.

-It's go here and go yonder
and do this, do that.

-Terrible responsibility.

-Marshal,
I'm plain flabbergasted.

But darn if he isn't right.

-You mean to tell me

the railroad doesn't own
passageway across his land?

-It's what I tried to tell you,
didn't I?

-Yeah, it's right here.

You see, the Land Commission
granted options

to every other section
along the right-of-way.

Now, if they complete this route
from Omaha to Dodge on schedule,

they'll land rich.

Homesteaded land like his,
they had to buy.

Everybody figured they had,
them included.

-How'd they happen to slip up?

-Honest mistake.

Somebody assumed something
that wasn't so.

-You satisfied?

Now, you get them off my land.

-Now, Graham,
I'll tell you something.

If the railroad's
made a mistake,

and they have to have that
right-of-way across your land,

they'll probably pay you about
five times what it's worth.

-Price ain't right.

-Mr. Graham, Dodge City needs
that railroad line

from the north.

-I don't give a hoot
what Dodge needs.

-Now, suppose you, uh,
you figure out a price,

and I'll go see
if I can get it for you.

-Way they treated me,
I don't want their money.

-You're gonna make an enemy
of everyone in town.

-You're gonna do your job
or not?

-You back?

Didn't get enough, huh?

-Go ahead, Marshal.
Bash his head in.

-What's this all about,
Marshal?

-You're trespassing
on this man's land.

You'll have to get off of it.

-Kansas North Platte Railroad
owns this right-of-way.

-Afraid they don't.

-Now, look, Marshal,

I haven't got time
to dilly dally about...

-Mister, the railroad
made a mistake.

Now, they don't have
any legal right here,

and you can't lay any track
on it.

Now move your men out.

-We drove that steel
through Kiowa country,

over rivers
and around mountains.

Ain't nothing stopped us yet.

Ain't nothing
about to stop us now.

You men get back to work.

And you get off our land.

Mister...

-All right, hold it right there
before somebody gets hurt.

Now, Mister, unless you want
to spend the night in jail,

you better tell your men
to back off.

-Marshal, you're buying
yourself a peck of trouble.

You best just better ride
on out of here.

Take him with you.

-When you get the legal right
to cross this land,

I'll see that you do.

If you try to come across here
before then,

I'll throw you in jail,
all of you.

Now, fix that fence
before you go.

-Hyah.

Hyah.

-Larnen.

-Yeah?

-Send a telegram
to Mr. Cameron.

-He ain't gonna like to be
dragged down here, Forbes.

-He's gonna like it a lot less
when he finds out

we've stopped surveying, too.

Oh, I'd give a month's wages

just to see him tangle
with that cow-town lawman.

-Are you Matt Dillon?

-That's right.

-Well, I'm Wes Cameron.

That name mean anything to you?

-Yeah. I've heard it.

-And you're gonna
hear a lot more of it.

-That so?

-What's the idea
stopping my surveying crew

from doing their work?

-The only thing I stopped,
Mr. Cameron,

was their going across
private property.

-Well, I'm here to tell you

now that we'll be on the job
in the morning.

-You try that, the only place
you'll be is right here in jail.

-You're bluffing.

-You try me.

-All right, Marshal.

You got guts.

In my book,
guts is worth hard cash.

I want Graham's property,
and I want it now.

But I don't want
to buck you to get it.

-So?

-So?

I want to hire you, Marshal.

The fee is $5,000...

hard cash.

I want to pay for your services
in persuading Graham to sell.

-Graham's already told you
how he feels about selling.

-All right,
then you find a way

for me to lay track
across his land.

-There's no legal way to do it.

-Legality's a point of view,
Marshal.

That's why we've got courts,
lawyers, and judges.

But I've got no time for that.

If I don't reach Dodge
in five weeks,

I forfeit
a half-a-million dollars.

Now, uh, if $5,000 isn't enough,

you tell me how much it'll take
to get Graham's property.

-Get out of here, Cameron.

-Now, you listen to me, Mister.

I've laid track
from Maine to Texas.

You name it, I built it.

And I didn't do it
by taking any trouble off of

cow-town marshals.

You cut yourself off a big slice
of trouble, Marshal,

but I'm gonna cram it
right down your throat!

[ Shouting, gunshots ]

-Help!

Get away.

Help!

-Lock them up, Newly.

-Yes, sir.
Right this way.

-That's two down, Marshal.

Only 40, 50 more to go.

Gets harder from here on in.

-How big's that hoosegow
of yours, Marshal?

Ain't half the crew here yet.

-Cameron, you better
have a talk with your men.

-They're not my men, Marshal.

I had to lay them off.

Can't give them no orders now.

[ Gunshots in distance ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-All right.

Everybody, drinks
on the Kansas North Platte.

[ Cheering ]

-Well, you sure
got Dillon sweating, boss.

-Proving something.
-Huh?

-That's between
the marshal and me.

You know, reading Dillon,

I think he's only
a step or two away

from closing down every saloon
in this town.

Tell you what I want you to do.

You send a wire to Kansas City,

have them highball
a freight out here

with a load of enough booze
to float this town

into the next county.

[ Gunshots in distance ]

-[ Laughs ]

Here's hoping the party
never stops, Miss Kitty!

-Well, I'm sure glad
you're enjoying it, Louie.

[ Gunshots in distance ]

-[ Laughs ]

-Hello, Red.

-Well, well, Mr. Cameron.

I've been waiting
for you to show up.

-You know who I am, huh?

-Don't take it as a compliment.

-Well, you're sure
everything I heard you were.

Boss lady have a drink
with the customers?

-The boss lady
picks and chooses.

-What's your pleasure?

-I don't think
you can afford it.

-Name it.

-Why don't you try harder
to keep your men in line?

-Well, it's like I told
the marshal.

They're not my men.

I got no say.

-Among other things,
Mr. Cameron,

I think you are a liar.

-Marshal?
Marshal, got to talk to you.

-I'm busy.
-You've got to do something!

-These men come to town,
they got money to spend,

you don't want anybody
bothering them.

The minute they're broke,
you want to run them out.

Now, make up your mind.

-Marshal. Come on, Marshal.

-All right, take these two down
and lock them up.

[ Glass shatters ]

Hold it.

I said hold it!

The fighting's over.
The town's dried up.

[ Indistinct murmuring ]

Cameron, I'm holding
you responsible for this.

-Don't seem hardly right,
Marshal.

You cost all these men
their jobs

and then won't let
them have any fun.

-Yeah.
Well, the fun's over.

Close the bar, Sam.

-I think you ought to know
that so far,

I only laid off
the advance crew.

Got twice that many
back at the line.

I figure they'll reach
Graham's fence by tomorrow noon.

And I'll have
to lay them off, too.

They'll be in town
by tomorrow night, most likely.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-I wonder how much
Dodge will take before folks

make Dillon do right.

-Look at them.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Gunshots ]

I used to have to dent
their heads four ways to Sunday

to get them to work that hard.

-Does nothing ever
make you happy, Mr. Cameron?

-Yeah, driving that last spike
and that last foot of rail.

That's what makes me happy,
Mr. Forbes,

Nothing in any bank account,
no bottle, no woman.

Nothing on God's green Earth
quite measures up to it.

-One job finished just
means another starting.

-Let me tell you something,
Forbes.

When your job means only

the money
you can take out of it,

you better look to yourself,
man,

because you're in trouble.

-Sorry. We're closed.

Like I said, we're closed.

-All right.
Hold it, you two.

That's enough!
That's enough now!

Break it up here.
Break it up.

That's enough!

You two are going to jail
right now!

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-Shut your mouth.

-What's wrong with the jail?

-It's all filled up.
This is gonna have to do.

-[ Snores ]

[ Gasps ]

-We're getting out of here.

I've been thinking on something.

-Yeah,
like maybe some food, huh?

-Larnen, what do you figure
the railroad can lose

if they're kept
from laying track indefinitely?

-Oh, Cameron said about
$5,000 a day.

-I figure that for low.

I heard him say,

with the options
they can lose on trackage,

they can drop a half-a-million,
maybe more.

-No.

-What would you say to
us cutting up $40,000, $50,000?

-What are you talking about?

-No more breaking our backs
driving iron.

-Well, uh, how?

-Get ourselves ahold of Graham,

get him to sell his place to us.

We turn around
and sell to Cameron.

-Oh, that old sodbuster
ain't gonna sell his land.

-Maybe, uh, nobody
ever asked him the right way.

You ever think of that?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Silverware clatters ]

-What's the matter?

-I ain't hungry.

-Lose my own appetite
if I had to eat that slop.

-It ain't of my choosing.

-Well, what'd you order it for?

-Because the county
ain't paying for my supper.

That's why.

Go on.
Eat your bland, old steak.

-Evening, Festus.
Mind if I join you?

-Well...

-Oh.

Well, I guess one bad feature
about being a peace officer,

Festus, is kind of people
that you got to deal with.

See you later.

-Here old Matthew's
went and set you up

like some rich rajah potate.

And the townfolks is avoiding
you like you was a swamp.

-Well, they can all go to
scratch as far as I care.

-I'll tell you something.

Now, the folks around Dodge has
been counting on that railroad

for quite a spell.

And then, some stubborn,
old, sour-tempered knot head

like you comes along
and spoils it for everybody.

You ought to be
ashamed to yourself.

Besides that,
that old homestead of yours

ain't worth a pinch of sawdust.

-Pass the bread.

-You old clod stomper, you.

Free vittles, free bed?

Well, you ain't never had it
so good in your whole born days.

-Marshal's idea, putting me up.

-I know it he is.
And you know why he done it?

'Cause them railroaders

just liable to lay some track
across your smelly hide,

not to say nothing
about what the townfolks

is liable to do to you.

-Mighty good.
Mighty good.

-"Mighty good. Mighty good."

It ought to be mighty good.

It cost pretty near a dollar.

-I think I'll head down
to the Dodge House

when I get done here.

There's nothing like
a good nap after a filling,

just nothing.

-Yeah, you'd be getting
a filling if it wasn't for me

and old Matthew, a filling of
lead, more than likely.

[ Scoffs ]

Well, go on.
Just eat it all.

Eat it all.

-I'll eat what I want.

Don't you worry.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-Hold it down!
I said hold it down!

Now, I don't want to
hear anymore out of you,

you hear?

[ Indistinct talking ]

-Getting all fed up
all hours of the night.

You'd ought to be
ashamed of yourself.

-Ah, there's nothing
like a bedtime eat,

especially with roast turkey

and lots of
good gravy for sopping.

-Oh, how would you know,
bucket mouth?

Probably the only time
in your whole blame life

that you've ever went to bed
with your belly full of vittles.

-Festus, Burke tells me
they're selling whiskey

up at the Bull's Head.

Could be trouble.
You'd better come along.

-You bet you.
You go on to bed.

-Hey, Fuzzy Beard.

What time's breakfast?

[ Laughs ]

-I'll come and get you
when it's time for breakfast,

you scrubby little hog.

[ Scoffs ]

[ Wagon rattles ]

-Came in last night.

-You sure it was for Cameron?

-Well,
according to the manifest.

I would have
let you know sooner, Marshal,

but Jennings was on
late last night,

and I didn't know about it
till I come in this morning.

Well, there it is.

Looks like he was planning
to go into business.

-Louie!

-Good morning, Marshal.

-What are you doing in there?

-What am I doing in where?

-That's private property,
Pheeters.

-Oh, it's all right, Burke.

Come on down out of there.
-All right?

It looks like he's stolen half
the goods that are going in.

-Wasn't stealing nothing,
Marshal.

The kegs are leak-dry by now.

I just took care of the seepage.

-Marshal, this shipment's
under my care

until the proper authorities
come in.

-Burke,
let me ask you something.

Now, do these kegs
look like the same type

that they bring down
to the Long Branch?

-Hmm.
By golly, they don't, do they?

Secondhand kegs.

-And without
government tax stamps on them.

-That's right.

-Making it illegal whiskey.

-It tastes all right, Marshal.

-Boys, stand back here.

[ Gunshot ]

-Marshal, please,
that's a crime against nature.

[ Gunshots ]

-Matthew?

What is all this?

-Mr. Cameron's whiskey
didn't have no tax stamps on it.

-Well, that ain't all
of our troubles, Matthew.

-What's the matter?

-That chowder-headed old Graham
ain't in his room.

Didn't come in last night
at all.

Howie says his key
is still on the hook.

-Festus.
-Louie, wait a minute now.

Here it is breakfast time,

and he ain't fixing
to miss a meal, you know?

-I seen him.
-Louie, will you...

Seen who?

-Graham last night with a couple
of them railroad fellas.

I started following,
but something came up.

-Festus, take care of the rest
of those barrels, will you?

[ Gunshots ]

-[ Coughs ]

-Come on. Sign it.

You want some more,
you hard head?

you're gonna get it.

-I ain't gonna sign it.

-Stubborn old fool.

-I'm gonna ask you
one more time.

Where's Graham?

-And I'm gonna
tell you just one more time.

I don't know.

-Your men took him last night.
I got a witness.

-What?
-You heard me.

-Well, it wasn't on my orders.

-All right.
Maybe not, Cameron.

But you keep lighting fires
long enough,

and somebody's gonna get burned.

Now, do you got any idea
where they might have taken him?

-Well, they got no money,
no job.

Only one place they could go --
the railhead.

Dillon.

I'm coming with you.

Dillon, I'm a man
that likes to drink his whiskey

and build his railroad
without interference.

After we get that old cuss back,
I'm gonna teach you a lesson.

-Well, that's good.
I'm glad to hear that.

'Cause there's no way
you can avoid it.

-I remember once I tried
to get a tree stump out.

Had to use dynamite.

-I ain't gonna sign.

-Keep this up,
you ain't gonna live.

-Don't try it.

-Uh, Mr. Cameron,
we were only --

-Get out.

-Didn't figure you siding
with the marshal.

-A while longer,

we would've had that property
for you, Mr. Cameron.

-Since when does anybody
on one of my railroads

start making plans
without talking to me first?

-Cameron,
do you ever do anything

without swinging
from the heels first?

-That's always been my style,
Dillon.

You figuring on changing it?

-Come the time.
-Marshal.

Marshal.

Mine.

Still my land.

-You bet it is, Graham.

Don't you worry about it.

-You mean to tell me
that he stood there

and shot these barrels
full of holes?

-Well, they didn't have
any government tax stamps.

So we just --

-When I get through
with your Mr. Dillon,

he won't know the difference
between a tax stamp

and the hind end of a duck.

-Oh, my goodness.

Marshal, you got to run!

Marshal, you got to!
-What's the matter, Louie?

-He's coming, Marshal,
down Bridge Street, Mr. Cameron

and half the railroad
behind him.

-Well, I wondered
how long it would take him.

-Leave your gun.

They're out for blood.

-What are you fixing to do,
Matthew?

-Well, unless
I read Mr. Cameron wrong,

there's only one way
to deal with him.

-Well, I wouldn't leave
my pistol if I was you.

-Oh, my goodness.

[ Indistinct talking ]

-Looks like they're gonna
meet on Bridge Street.

-How do you want it, Dillon?

Rocky Mountain free-for-all
or rough-and-tumble?

-You name it.

When it's over, I want you
and your men out of my town.

-When it's over,
it'll be my town.

All right, I want you men
to stay out of this

and no interruptions,

not that I'm gonna need
any help!

[ Indistinct shouting ]

-Get him, Marshal!

-Cameron, 3 to 1.

-Miss Kitty,
I need to loan a few dollars.

-I don't have my reticule
with me.

Sam, help him out.

Festus, you make all the bets
you can.

-You know I will. All right.

-Come on, Matthew.

Time out.

Time out. Come on.

-All right.

-Come on. Get him!

-Dillon, I could begin to get
where I'd kind of like you.

Too bad I got to beat you.

-You had enough?

-Man, I'm just getting
my second wind.

Dillon?

Dillon?

-All right, Cameron.

Now I'm gonna tell you
how to get that right-of-way.

-Well?

-He'll be here.

-Say, how about us all having
supper over at Delmonico's

quick as this gets done?

-That sounds wonderful to me.

What's on the bill of fare
today?

-Oh, I wrote it down,
Miss Kitty.

They're having peas,
carrots, rump roast.

But the main course is crow.

[ Laughter ]

-Here comes your man.

-Morning, Graham.

Mr. Graham.

-Morning, Cameron.

-I, uh, represent the Kansas
North Platte Railroad Company.

-Oh?

-Uh, yes.

Well, uh, you have
a piece of land that we need.

-Is that so, Mr. Cameron?

-Yes.

Well, you see, uh,
we've got to have that land

before the railroad
can come into Dodge.

-Yeah. Go on. Go on. Go on.

-Well, I'd, uh, just like
to ask you one more time

if you'll sell us that
right-of-way across your land.

We're willing to pay
any reasonable amount.

-The amount ain't important.

The thing is,
how are you asking?

-How?

Well, uh, yes, uh, politely.

-That mean you saying please,
does it?

-Yes, that --

That means I'm saying please.

-Please what?

-Uh, please, Mr. Graham,

will you sell us that
right-of-way across your land?

-Well, now, they're asking
public and polite like.

But I'm still not gonna sell,
not for just no $5,000.

-Well,
you just name your price.

-The price is $5,000
and an apology.

-Apology?

-Yeah, for treating me
like I was something

you found in a trash barrel

and for throwing me
in that mud hole

and them indignities I took

'cause I wouldn't stand
for you to push me around

like you do them muscle heads
that work for you.

-I apologize.

I really do apologize.

-Then I guess
we've got ourselves a deal.

-Much obliged, Mr. Graham.

-Can we open the bar now,
Marshal?

-Well, don't see
why not, Graham.

-Well, I'm gonna buy a round
for the whole town.

[ Cheering ]

-Hold it. Hold it. Hold it.

And then,

for a certain scrawny, underfed,
fuzzy-bearded ridge runner,

I'm gonna buy the biggest steak
in town

with lots of
good gravy for sopping!

-Much obliged, Mr. Graham.

-Hold on there.

Where do you think you're going?

-We're gonna
get that free drink.

-Well, not this week,
you're not.

You got iron to run.

I haven't got no time for any
lolly gagging goldbricks.

I want those tracks to reach
the foot of Main Street in Dodge

in 23 days.

Now, let's get going!

[ All groaning ]

-How'd it feel to get
yourself whomped, Mr. Cameron?

-Whomped? [ Laughs ]

Well, what you don't know is

that I would have paid $30,000
or $40,000 for that land.

All you good people
got it for me for $5,000.

Been nice knowing you, ma'am.

Dillon, we got to have
another go-around sometime

when I don't have a railroad
to stake.

-So long, Cameron.
-So long.

-Well, that big-mouthed,
cheating, weaseling,

double-dealing,
fast-talking crook?

Is he trying to say
he lost that fight on purpose?

-Well, I'll tell you, Festus.

I think that's
what he'd like us to believe.

Say, Kitty,

you don't have something

to fix up a couple loose teeth,
do you?

-[ Chuckles ] Come on, cowboy.
I'll see what I can find.

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