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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."