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-Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

-Right now, I'd like the ladies of the audience to step forward

and judge for themselves the fine quality of these goods.

Irish lace from Fort County,

custom-made suits hand-tailored in New York City,

oriental rugs direct from Var Cafe,

fine British woolens direct from --

I'll let this young lad answer.

Where do British woolens come from, son?

-Britain. -Be a cold August day

this bright lad won't have an answer.

I never yet heard of licorice dullin' a young one's mind.

Now, I know what you're asking yourselves --

How can anything be sold for half its value?

A good question. An astute question.

It does credit to the people of Dodge City.

-Irish lace, you say?

-As Irish as your lovely eyes, ma'am.

Half its value? Indeed not.

A quarter and perhaps a tenth because right here,

ladies and gentlemen, right here

and now, I'm acceptin' any reasonable offer.

My health dictates I must retire,

but my loss is your gain, as they say.

-How much you say this here suit is?

-Now, you're not gonna believe the price of this suit, friend.

This hand-tailored New York Fifth Avenue cut garment

is $100.

-A hundred dollars?

-Retailin' in New York, of course.

But you, you can have the finest garment

to be had for the price of its stitchin' --

just 30...

No, I'm going to do it.

Just $20.

-Well, now that's more like it.

-Festus, would you walk me back to the Long Branch, please?

-'Course, Miss Kitty.

-All right, all right. Cash is scarce.

Now, the lady of the house wants her fine lace,

but the man -- The man is going to need the fine British woolen

for a good Sunday meetin' suit of clothes.

So I tell ya what I'm gonna do for you good folks in Dodge.

-Festus, the closest that Irish lace ever came to Ireland

is chocolate.

-Well, I thought it looked plumb lacy, Miss Kitty.

-Mornin', Miss Kitty. Festus.

-Newly. -Hello, Newly.

-I see you didn't fall for that German spiel.

-[ Chuckles ]

-Oh, no, but I had to rescue Festus from a $100 suit

that's probably worth $8 in St. Joe, if that.

-Ah, I wasn't a-fixin' to --

-His goods aren't what he's claimin'?

-I think the only money's worth people

are getting down there is, um, charm.

I'll see y'all later. -Miss Kitty.

-See ya, Miss Kitty.

-You better take that as a warning, Festus.

He's liable to leave this town with your poke in his pocket.

-Ah, foot, Newly.

You think I don't know a skunk when I see one?

I don't give a hoot if he's got his stripe

hid under that slickedy tongue of his.

I know him.

I recollect Matthew get the telegraph from that sheriff

over in Stillwater about some drummer

that got mixed up in a shootin' scrape here a while back.

-That's $2, ma'am. Yes, thank you very much.

And for you? Yes, that's $2.

Yes, all right, sir. Which did you want.

The blue, the brown, or the black?

The brown. Ah, the brown.

And you'll love it very much, I'm sure.

Good luck to you, sir. Yes.

Ah, yes, sir...

[ Continues indistinctly ]

You'll like it very much. Good, thank you.

Yes, madam, you'll-- Oh, that's lovely, yes.

Yes, ma'am... -That's him all right, Pa.

-We should get us our money back, Pa.

-When a man makes a fool of ya, he owes ya more than money.

-Thank you very much. And for you?

-I keep wonderin' if that...

-Festus, if you could send a wire to the marshal

over at Point Ferry before the trial's over, maybe

he could stop off at Stillwater before he gets back.

-Indeed, my loss is your gain.

Goodbye, goodbye.

-Guess he's leavin', Pa.

-Ah, let's go.

We'll wait for Mr. Fast-talkin'-smart-mouth

outside of town.

-♪ Genevieve

♪ The days may come or the days may go ♪

♪ But still the hands of memory weave ♪

♪ The blissful dreams of long ago ♪

♪ Genevieve, sweet --

-You sound happy, drummer.

-Well, it's a pleasant afternoon, friend.

And a man alone with pleasant thoughts

is apt to burst into song.

You might quarrel with the rendition --

-For one, I ain't your friend.

And two, I learned a long time ago,

a man that run off at the mouth too much,

uh, don't believe in what he's sayin'.

You got a match?

-Huh?

-A match.

-Well, sure, friend. Of course.

-I'm surmisin' there's some sort

of difficulty between us, a bit of a dissatisfaction

perhaps in some dealin's we've had.

-Last winter up in Hayes, you sold my boy a silver saddle.

-Rusted up first rain we rode through.

-Shut up.

And a silver belt

you let go real cheap done the same thing too.

-Well, I think that only proves, friend,

that, uh, you just can't trust some people these days.

Now, I have a letter from... -Light it.

-Sure, friend. Of course.

-I guess I'm gonna have to remind you again

that I'm not your friend.

And to prove that,

you just touch that match to them wagon goods 'cause

if them goods ain't afire by the time that match burns out,

you ain't gonna have a care in the world, drummer.

-[ Sighs ]

You've no intention of cookin' my horse, I hope.

-Get the horse out of here.

-Well, it seems we're pretty much even, with you

perhaps gettin' the better part of the deal.

-Not quite.

-Look, Ma!

It's Mr. Miller and the mean boys of his.

-Fetch up that shotgun, Jacob.

Come on! Let's go!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Jacob, hand me that shotgun.

Now, you children stay in the wagon and be good.

Quit that.

-Well, now, how come you'd

a-be interested in a swindlin' drummer, Lorna Wright?

-Stompin' a man who can't fight back concerns everybody.

-Get on with it.

-I won't be wastin' a second barrel

if you boys don't get to your horses.

I count to three,

you boys be prepared to pick bird shot out of your hides

the rest of the night.

One!

Two!

-Get to your horses.

Go on!

Next time that milk cow of yours wanders over onto my land,

you count yourself out one cow.

-I'm askin' no favors from you, Mr. Miller.

I never did, and I have no intention.

Why, are you hurt bad, mister?

-Well, it'd be a help, ma'am,

if the ground would stop movin' around.

-Well, it might do if you had a place

to rest for an hour or two.

My farm is a mile down the road.

-I accept your kind offer.

Oh, my carpetbag.

-My young'uns will get it. Come on.

Prudence, tie the man's horse to the back of the wagon.

Jacob, go get his carpetbag.

-Trees this time!

-It'll be a fence. -Dolls!

-Now, yours is trees. -Uh-huh.

-Yours is a fence. -Uh-huh.

-And yours is dolls.

And you, Mrs. Wright?

-Horses.

-Horses.

-Now, there's a prize on this one.

Anybody changing? -Mnh-mnh.

-Nope. -Okay.

-Trees! I won! I won!

[ Laughs ]

-Indeed ya did.

Indeed ya did, my dear.

-Thank you, Mr. Sullivan.

-Well, now, that seems to be the only coin I had.

So I guess you two are just gonna have to conjure up

your own prizes. -Conjure?

-What's that mean? -Oh.

Well, I can see you've had little to do with magicians.

Hold out your hands.

-Are you a magician?

-Well, I've been a bit of everything, honey.

Now, the genie on the Isle of Abracadabra taught me this one.

I don't know how it works or why,

but it always does in a situation like this.

Now, nothin' in my hands. Okay.

Now, you close very tight.

Close 'em up real tight.

Hold tight and squeeze.

Now, the first, most important thing

is believin' it's going to be so,

that a piece of silver is gonna grow in each hand.

It's very important to believe it can happen.

-Money can't grow in your hand.

-That's the most important thing in bringin' anything to pass --

to believe it's possible.

-I'll believe, Mr. Sullivan.

-Me too. -Good.

Now, all that's left is recallin' the magic word.

Let me see. I think it was, um...

I think I've forgotten.

Perhaps it was "deedle-dum."

Shall we try that?

Okay. All right.

Here we go now.

-Deedle-dum.

-Aw.

Well, we'll have to try again.

That's another most important thing in makin' anything happen.

You must try again.

Now, this time, we'll all say it together.

So we'll be sure not to forget. Yes?

The word the genie told me so I'd never forget

was the name of the isle --

Abracadabra.

-Abracadabra.

-How did you do that, Mr. Sullivan?

-Me?

Why, you had more to do with it than myself.

You believed, and it happened.

-Here. Let me take a look at that head.

Oh, good. The bleeding has stopped.

-Mrs. Wright, you've the hands of a healin' angel.

-Yeah, well, we'll credit the liniment.

All right, children. It's time for bed.

Now, you say good night to Mr. Sullivan.

-Good night! -Good night, Mr. Sullivan!

-Good night. Good night.

-Mwah! Good night.

-You make nice magic, Mr. Sullivan.

-Well, thank you, darlin'.

[ Chuckles ]

Ah...

-You certainly have a way with young ones, Mr. Sullivan.

-Well, I'm the oldest of nine and the father of the family

when my own mother was widowed.

Speakin' of that, Mrs. Wright, I'm surprised you've not

remarried, with three young ones to care for.

-Well, most men shy away from a ready-made family,

Mr. Sullivan.

-Well, that only shows their lack of good taste if that

stops them from courtin' you.

-Mr. Sullivan, you're full of bologna.

-Well, no Sullivan man ever shied from the truth

or a pretty woman.

Well, I had best be goin' if I'm gonna get to the ferry in time

to make the crossin' tonight.

-I'm sorry I can't offer you a place for tonight, but --

-Oh, no need to explain, Mrs. Wright. I understand.

-What're you gonna do now, I mean, with your wagon burned?

-Somethin'.

I hope your takin' my part has not made trouble

for you with Miller. -No.

No more than I've already got, I'm sure.

-Oh. Some dispute between ya?

-Oh, it's about a piece of scrubland I own.

It's right next to Miller's property.

He wants to buy it, and I refuse to sell it.

It's as simple as that.

-Well, how much land is it?

-Well, it's quite a bit.

It's 1,000 acres.

But there's no water on it.

I'm what, one of those folks you call land-poor.

-I see. Has he offered you a fair price?

-Well, fair in dollars, I suppose -- $2,000.

-Well, that's a nice piece of money these days.

Why not sell it to him?

-Oh, because of the kind of man Miller is.

Someday, I'd like to sell it to somebody

who'd make a good neighbor.

I'll help you saddle your horse, Mr. Sullivan.

-Oh. Oh, yes.

Mrs. Wright, I want you to know that I'm eternally grateful

for what you've...

-Mr. Sullivan, please sit down.

-I think Miller's boys were a bit more thorough

than I'd imagined.

-Well, I've got some brandy.

Here.

-Mrs. Wright, I'm downright embarrassed

to be of so much bother. -Oh, don't be foolish.

Now, I insist you stay the night.

-Well, I think a good night's sleep

without too much movin' around would do the trick.

-Well, you just sit there and rest.

And I'll go make up the extra room.

-[ Humming ]

[ Horse neighs ]

[ Cow moos ]

-Hey.

That the drummer up there?

-Yeah.

And we can start in where we left off yesterday.

-Now, you two just tend to your work.

[ Cow moos ]

-What business you got here, drummer?

-Hardly any of yours,

seein' it's the boundary of Mrs. Wright's land.

-You got off easy yesterday.

-Well, I live by a philosophy, Mr. Miller.

Yesterday's gone.

It's tomorrow's worth the worryin'.

Now, that creek down there, that's a waste of good water

the way it runs off into the sink further south.

-Well, now, that ain't no concern of yours,

bein' as it's my creek.

-Divert just the runoff onto Mrs. Wright's section,

and she'd be able to support cattle on it.

-That water's gonna stay right where it is.

-Unless she sells to you, you mean.

[ Whistling ]

-Mr. Sullivan, do you think you ought to be workin' so hard?

-Well, I wouldn't worry, Mrs. Wright.

Good night's sleep, a nice ride in the open air,

and your fine breakfast seems to have done the trick.

-Can I help you carry the wood inside, Mr. Sullivan?

-Well, sure you can, honey. Sure.

-One piece at a time.

Nettie, don't run!

Nettie!

-You seem to have a well-organized workforce here,

Mrs. Wright.

-Well, they say many hands makes light work.

-I been lookin' for you for near half a day.

I seen your burnt-out wagon back yonder.

What happened to ya?

-Well, I appreciate your concern, Marshal.

-Who was it that burnt ya out?

-Well, yesterday's gone, and today is a new day,

as my grandmother was fond of sayin'.

-Your grandma was a fast forgiver, I'd say.

-Yes, it runs in the family.

-What's your business here on the widow's place?

-Just a hired hand.

You seem to object, Marshal.

-Well, let's just put it this way --

Whilst you're here, I'm fixin' to keep a eyeball peeled on ya.

-Do I have to, Mom?

-Nettie, Dr. Adams said three times a day.

-But it tastes bad. -Oh, Nettie.

Here. I've got some lemonade to go with it.

All right?

Oh, Festus! Come on in!

-All right.

-Hello, Mr. Festus. Want some lemonade?

-Oh, much obliged, little button.

I'm fixin' to go right on back into town.

See, I'm kind of holdin' things down for Marshal Dillon

while he's away.

Oh, Miss Wright, this here letter's for you.

I figured I'd just drop it by to ya.

-Thank you, Festus.

-Got a nice man workin' for us, Festus.

-Oh, you have?

-He does magic!

And he's a friend of a genie on the island of Abracadabra.

-Is that so?

I knowed a genie once myself in Oklahoma.

She was one of the prettiest gals

that you have ever saw.

-Nettie, uh, here.

I want you to take this out to Mr. Sullivan.

He's been workin' very hard out there.

-All right.

-When they told me that was from Doc Adams

plumb from Kansas City,

I figured I'd ought to bring it out to ya.

-Uh, I appreciate that, Festus.

It's, uh, it's the result of some tests that Dr. Adams took.

He wanted to talk to a doctor in Kansas City about them.

-I-I hope they's good news, isn't it?

-No.

Uh, I'm afraid Nettie's condition hasn't changed at all.

-I sure am plumb sorry to hear that, ma'am.

-Well, I suppose I ought to be grateful that she's happy.

-Yes'm.

-Think it'll work, Mr. Sullivan?

-Work?

Of course it'll work, child, if you believe it will.

As my grandmother used to say, half the trouble with this world

is half the people tellin' you you can't do somethin'

and the other half listenin'.

Now, the trick is, I've learned, not to listen.

[ Grunts ]

There. That ought to do it.

[ Grunts ]

Well, now we test the ingenuity of humble man.

Humble man, come forth.

-It ain't gonna work.

-Of course.

Now, close your eyes. What are we forgettin', Nettie?

-Always believe.

-And try harder.

-Mrs. Wright, this is going to take all of us.

-[ Laughs ]

Now, we wish water to be inside the house instead of out.

We believe it's going to be inside the house.

And lo and behold...

Well, well, well, well, well.

It never fails.

You believe something, try very hard,

and it's done.

-You can do anything, Mr. Sullivan.

-They're sound asleep.

You know, you've been a tonic for them, Mr. Sullivan.

It's been real good for them, having a man about.

Would you like some more coffee?

-Oh, yes, please.

I took a ride about your place today.

Look at this map.

You see, if you could divert this creek onto this scrub land,

you could support a small herd

in your very first year. -No, no.

That creek is on Miller's property.

And he'd never allow us to put the water onto my section.

-Well, perhaps I could talk to him.

-But he burnt your wagon. -Oh, I know, I know.

An unfortunate misunderstanding.

But I'm sure Mr. Miller and I could settle our differences.

-Well, that may be,

but he's not gonna do nothin' for me.

We've talked it over in the past.

-Well, uh, perhaps

he's not been approached in the right way.

-Pa.

He's gonna keep ridin' our boundaries for nothin'.

-All right, what's on your thieving mind, drummer?

-I'm just making sure of my ground, Mr. Miller,

before we had our final talk.

Now, that gulch that comes off the bend of the creek

and eases onto Mrs. Wright's land,

do you figure a couple of sticks of dynamite

would spill the creek onto her section?

-No, I know a man once lost a nose stickin'

it where it didn't belong.

He wasn't a pretty sight.

-Mr. Miller, you've offered Mrs. Wright

$2,000 for that land.

Now, it's worth a bit more than that, wouldn't you say?

-Maybe.

-Closer to, say, $4,000?

-She won't sell, not even for $4,000, not to me.

-Well, perhaps we could arrange it so she'd be forced to sell.

-"We"?

-What do you get out of it? -Well,

let's set up a hypothetical situation, Mr. Miller.

Let's assume that you divert the water

and that Mrs. Wright obtains a loan to buy cattle.

And let's further assume that she's trusted

enough to place, say, $2,000 in my hands to buy cattle.

And further, let's assume that I send Mrs. Wright a wire,

explaining I've had trouble with rustlers bringin' the cattle up

and closing with my sympathies.

-No herd to graze and a loan to be paid off?

-Forced to sell.

-Well, I been hankerin' for that land for some time now.

-All right. I'll pay the $4,000.

But you take somethin' from me, drummer.

On my word, if I find out that you been double-talkin' me

and I been spillin' good water onto that widow's land,

me and my boys'll come huntin'.

-Mr. Miller, I long ago learned that

when you stop thinkin' of number one, meanin' yours truly,

Robert Sullivan, a short end is too often waitin'.

We have a deal.

-Here, chickie-chickie. Here, chickie-chickie.

-Hi, Mr. Festus.

-Howdy, young'uns.

-Hi. -Howdy, Festus.

-Miss Wright, Nettie.

-Hello, Mr. Festus.

-You got quite a crop of chickens this year, ain't ya?

-Well, they're doing fairly well.

-[ Chuckles ]

Miss Wright, could I jaw with you for a minute?

-Oh, of course, Festus.

-It's about this here Sullivan feller.

You know that him and that old man Miller

is just gettin' thicker than sorghum molasses?

-Well, how do you mean that, Festus?

-'Cause I've seen 'em over yonder,

just a-gabbin' like two old bitties over the fence.

And they're a-cookin' up somethin'.

-Festus, they're not cookin' up nothin'.

I know all about it.

-Well, if you know all about it, why'd you --

Miss Wright, I got to tell you about this here drummer.

He's just crooked as a dog's hind leg.

He tried to sell me a suit for $100

that wasn't even worth $10.

But I was too foxy for him.

-Festus, it's kind of you to be so concerned.

But there's no need to worry.

Mr. Sullivan went to talk to Mr. Miller

about divertin' that creek water of his onto my land.

That's all. -You mean you think he's fixin'

to turn his creek onto your section?

He ain't gonna do no such a thing.

What...

-[ Laughs ] Well, it's all set.

-We're going to be ranchers!

-That creek's gonna empty onto the old section

by mid-afternoon.

-You mean he done that just for your askin' him?

-Well, now, Marshal, it took a little hard-nosed bargainin'.

You're gonna have to give Miller half your profits

for the first year in return for the water rights.

-[ Laughs ] I just can't hardly believe it.

-Well, now, Mrs. Wright, you're forgettin' somethin'.

-What's she forgettin', Nettie?

-When you want something, believe you're going to get it.

-Do something about it.

[ Laughter ]

-It's a miracle.

Mr. Sullivan, you truly are a miracle man.

-Well, miracles happen every day, Mrs. Wright.

You just have to know how to give them a little assist.

A pinch of faith, a dab of doin',

and a whole lot of believin' it's gonna be done.

Hyah.

-This don't figure at all.

[ Wagon approaching ]

-Whoa, whoa!

Howdy.

I hope the children weren't no bother

gettin' 'em off to bed. -Oh, no.

An hour of bronco bustin', my ribs are a bit tender,

but they're now in dreamland.

The loan? -Oh.

I had no trouble gettin' it, not with water on the land.

$2,000.

-Real fine, Mrs. Wright.

I'll, uh, I'll leave tonight.

-Mr. Sullivan?

Uh, have you ever pondered on being a ranch foreman?

-Foreman?

-Well, uh, raising cattle, I mean,

it needs a man's hand.

-Well, I've never been much of one for the land, Mrs. Wright.

-Well, I suppose a man gets used to be alone,

uh, you know, traveling.

But, um, if you had any plans to settle,

uh, well, that -- that herd you're sendin' back,

you could come back with it.

Uh, I mean, well, uh...

Well, a woman can't say more than that.

-[ Claps ]

[ Sighs ]

All right, buddy.

All right. Come on.

-Mr. Sullivan?

Can I talk to you.

-Now, what's this, young lady?

Out of bed? You'll catch cold.

-Please, Mr. Sullivan.

I'm not cold.

I just have to talk to you.

-Well, can't it wait until I get back?

-How long will you be gone?

-Oh, not very long.

A couple of days.

Well, here, now, child.

Here, here.

Come on, now, you're freezing.

Here.

All right, now. Up you go.

There you are.

Now...

Do you know what happens to children

who sneak out of bed after dark?

-Nothing bad, I hope.

-[ Chuckles ]

-No, not really.

Now, what shall we talk about?

-Miracles.

-Oh, that's my favorite subject.

-Can you make miracles happen for anybody, Mr. Sullivan?

-Well, that depends, honey.

You know, a miracle has to be somethin' good that people want.

It has to be important.

Is it? -Yes.

-Well, then, madam, Robert Sullivan at your service.

Now, what sort of miracle would you like?

-I...

I want to live till I'm 10 years old.

-You want to live to be 10?

Well, now, that's not fair to be joshin' me.

-I'm not joshing.

I heard the doctor from St. Louis tell my ma

I wouldn't live to be 10.

Is it too big a miracle for me to be 10 years old?

I didn't want to ask you,

but I kept thinking in bed.

You made so many nice things happen.

Please, Mr. Sullivan,

couldn't you make a miracle happen for me?

-Well -- well, you know, Nettie, now, miracles aren't easy.

-Oh, I know that.

Somebody special has to do them, like you.

-Well, no. No, not exactly, darling.

You...

All right, all right.

What's the first thing we do when we want to make a miracle?

-Close our eyes.

-And we believe very hard for what we want.

-Do I wish for a miracle?

-Very hard.

-Even if it's only good for me?

-Darlin', it's not only for you,

because you'd be missed by the people who love you.

-I forgot that.

I'm wishing.

-And we're gonna believe somethin' --

that pretty Nettie is gonna be 10 years old.

And 11 and 12.

-12? -Shh.

And believin', it will be so.

It will be so.

-I'm believing.

-I think we can open our eyes now.

-Did it happen?

-Do you believe it happened?

-I believe you can do anything, Mr. Sullivan.

I know a miracle happened because I feel different.

Good night, Mr. Sullivan.

-Good night, Nettie.

-She's right there, her and her young'uns.

-I'm tellin' you, Festus, it's none of our business.

-What do you mean it ain't none of our business?

A widowed woman a-gettin' flimflammed?

That Sullivan left here with $2,000 of her money

in his pocket.

And I don't think he's gonna

come back with no cattle, neither.

And him and that Miller is just a-usin' that widowed woman.

I can see it clear as crystal.

-Festus, we don't know that.

My point is, no law has been broken.

Until someone's proven himself to be a thief,

you just can't go around sayin' he is.

-I ain't sayin' -- -The best thing

for us to do is wait till the marshal gets here.

Now, when is he due back?

-Well, I -- Oh.

Barney brought me this telegraph from Matthew.

But I-I just been so busy,

ain't had a chance to read it yet.

-Let me take a look at that, Festus.

It says it's sent from Stillwater.

Says he's checking on Sullivan.

That'll make you very happy. -It does.

Does he say they found out anything?

-No, sir.

But he says he'll be back here in Dodge early today.

-All right, then. We'll just find out if this here

Sullivan's the straight arrow you bee a-sayin' he is.

-I'm not sayin' that he is, Festus.

-But for Lorna and the kids' sake, I hope he is.

That wouldn't be a bad idea if you'd ride out there

and tell the marshal what's goin' on here.

-Newly, there you go again a-tryin' to tell me my job.

Now, quit that!

I ain't gonna do no such a thing.

What I'm fixin' to do is go saddle up ol' Ruth,

and I'm gonna take me a ride out yonder

and see if I can run into Matthew

and just tell him what's a-been a-goin' on here.

That's the thing to do, don't ya see?

[ Huffs ]

-[ Chuckles ]

I guess maybe you're like me.

You don't like to drink alone.

You know, I'd buy except, uh,

I don't want you to think that I'm too good to drink

another man's whiskey.

You're all right.

-She's no worse off than she was before.

Just has to sell land she wasn't usin' anyway.

-Yeah. Well, that --

That sounds all right to me.

-And there's no way to help Nettie by goin' back.

-Can I pour it for you, mister?

-Might even be for the best.

Miller gives her $4,000 for the land she's not using.

She pays off the loan.

She has $2,000 left.

-Well, sounds about right.

-And with that money,

she might be able to get another doctor for Nettie.

-You know, a doctor cured me once.

I had a wart down there on my nose.

-Besides, they're better off farmin'.

Cattle's a risky business, risky.

-[ Coughs ] Cattle?

-So it's off to California, Robert Sullivan,

in $2,000 style.

-2,000 what?

-Well, it's a simple equation, friend.

You see, it's common sense against conscience.

-Havin' a conscience is a really bad thing.

-Now, the trick -- The trick is to close your mind because

once you get involved, you lost.

You see? The next thing you know,

you'll be helpin' little ol' ladies across the street.

-Now, fella, look here.

If you ain't feelin' too good,

why, there's a doctor over there in Dodge --

-Common sense, Robert, common sense.

Each man is worth his labor, and you've been laborin'.

-I wouldn't mind drinkin' to that.

-On the other hand...

-Bottle's all paid for.

You'll probably be takin' it with you, won't you?

-On the other hand...

-The other hand might not be a good thing,

drinkin' out there in the hot sun.

-My friend, let me give you a piece of advice.

Never start performing miracles because, once performed,

they seem determined to remain.

[ Cows mooing ]

-Our cows!

-We got a ranch!

-I don't see Mr. Sullivan.

-Festus!

-Matthew.

I came out here to meet up with you 'bout that Sullivan feller.

-Well, what about him? -Well, he got a whole big mess

of money off of Lorna Wright to by cattle with.

And I figured he'd just

kind of feather-foot off with it, you know?

But he didn't 'cause I just passed a herd back yonder,

and the trail boss is a-cuttin' out prime calves

to be drove to Lorna's place.

-You mean he bought the cattle he was supposed to?

-He sure did.

I just can't figure him out. -Well, I'll tell ya,

I got kind of an interest in this Mr. Sullivan myself.

He's wanted in Stillwater.

I've got a warrant for his arrest.

-Well, I've been trackin' him, Matthew.

And it appears like he's headed back east, across them flats.

-Let's go. -Come on, Ruth.

-You're right, Pa.

That herd's headed for Lorna Wright's.

-That drummer got more salt than...

-Sure suckered us good.

Handed that woman grazin' land,

that's exactly what she's using it for.

-Hey!

-I was on my way to pay you boys a visit.

-Well, you talk real good, drummer.

You've got about 30 seconds of my time to get it all said.

-Mr. Miller, it occurred to me

that you might blaming Mrs. Wright

for what you imagine to be a double cross here.

-What are you calling it? -Shut up, son.

Your timed just run out.

-I had to let you know it was none of her doin'.

There's no sense in making things rough on her.

-More sense to skin your hide, maybe you'd agree.

-Well, I hear tell Dodge has pretty good law.

I don't think it would take the marshal long to tie you

and your boys to me turnin' up lookin' unhealthy.

-See, you're going to be the unhealthiest-lookin' drummer

ever crossed the Missouri. -Put that gun up, son.

You headin' any place particular now?

-Nothin' keepin' me here.

-Hyah!

Just bad luck a man gets throwed by his horse, drummer.

-Yee-haw!

-Eat that. Eat that water. Eat it.

Drink it.

-[ Laughs ] Hey!

Hey, you gettin' wet, drummer boy?

[ Laughs ]

-Go on. Eat that Eat that.

-[ Laughs ]

-All right. Finish him.

-Get back down.

-Hold it.

-All right, drop the gun belt.

Go on!

-All right, Miller.

You three are under arrest. You're goin' back to town.

-He's a thief, a swindler.

Why, we was just -- -Yeah, just tryin' to kill him.

-Far as that creek water's concerned,

that's gonna be the driest piece of land in this state,

that window's scrub.

-Miller, once that water's on Mrs. Wright's land,

there's nothin' you can do about it.

-What are you talkin' about?

-It's the law.

Get 'em into town, Festus. -All right.

Go on. Go on.

-All right, Sullivan. That's it.

Take it -- Take it easy, now.

Here.

Wipe your face off with this.

-Ah.

-Sullivan, you know, you're wanted in Stillwater.

-Wanted?

I didn't think those two men would say anything.

They attacked me, Marshal.

-Well, the sheriff over in Stillwater seems to think

he's got a case against you.

It'll be up to you to prove him wrong.

Sullivan, you just don't shoot somebody and then run off.

-Well, Marshal, runnin' away is a hard habit to break.

Can I have a moment, Marshal?

-Yeah.

-Mrs. Wright, I...

Well, I'd like to say that I have the highest regard for you.

That's one way of puttin' it.

-So do we, Mr. Sullivan.

We owe you so much. -No.

No, the debt is mine.

-Will you be coming back, Mr. Sullivan?

-We want you to.

-Me too.

-Well, of course I'll be comin' back.

But just to make sure there's no slip-ups,

let's all close our eyes and wish it to be so.

-Mine's closed. -Mine too.

-Me too.

-Hyah! Hey!

Giddyup!

I can feel it.

I can feel it.

You're coming back.

You're coming back, Mr. Sullivan!

-Nettie, don't -- -You're coming back!

I can feel it!

You're coming back.

You're coming back, Mr. Sullivan.

You're coming back. I can feel it.

I can feel it. You're coming back.

You're coming back, Mr. Sullivan.

You're coming back.

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