Original subtitles

-"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."