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

[ Wolf growls ]

[ Cattle lowing ]

-He's out there.

-How are the cattle? -Skittish.

-I'd like a good, clean shot at him.

-Every ranch around has been saying that, Mr. Nelson.

I've seen a wolf go renegade before, but this one is...

-What?

What makes him so different?

-I don't know.

But it's not just the kill he's after.

-Well, let's get out there.

-You, men, spread out!

Flush him out in the open!

♪♪

[ Wolf growling ]

[ Cattle mooing ]

-Head 'em off!

-Head 'em off!

-Get outta here!

[ Wolf barking, horse whinnying ]

-[ Groans ]

[ Wolf snarls ]

[ Gunshot ]

-You all right, boss? -Leave me alone.

I've fought Indians, Jayhawks, busters,

I've beat 'em all.

And that wolf...

he's worse than any of 'em.

I'm gonna kill him!

I'm gonna kill that thing if -- [ Wolf howls ]

♪♪

-Yah!

-Is Doc Adams in town?

-No, he went out. What happened?

-That loco wolf hit my place last night, stampeded the herd.

I didn't find ol' Turner till daybreak.

Trampled half way into the ground.

Looks like he's stood up for life.

Better get him over to the docks.

-I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson.

This man's dead.

-Well, that cuts it.

-You better take 'em on over to Crump's.

-Marshal due in his office? -No.

He's went to Deerfield to serve a warrant.

-Oh, well, in that case, we'll put up a bounty.

Bring in professionals!

They'll come from all over Kansas.

Let them do the hunting.

-Wait a minute, Mr. Nelson.

You know what kind of yayhoos

a bounty like that'll be bringing here.

-You got any better ideas?

-Go on. Giddy up!

-Bounty?

Dodge will be the target

for half the money-hungry scavengers in Kansas.

-Of course it will.

They'll come swoopin' in here

like a pack of buzzards after a fresh kill.

[ Indistinct conversations, laughter ]

-You didn't even draw blood, Guffy!

-Yeah, Guf.

If you so much as take off an ear, I win, ya know?

-Shut your cacklin' face.

-[ Laughing ]

-I bet your bottom you'll kill him, Guffy.

[ Laughter ]

-When do I get the bottle?

You promised.

-You'll get your bottle of rum, pops.

He ain't even used all the knives yet.

-You ain't quittin', are ya?

-I've decided I'm not that thirsty.

Whiskey don't do me no good dead.

-Oh, but there's plenty of good things

as sweet dreams in this here bottle.

-Oh, you'll hear the owl hoot and the angels sing.

Besides, the game ain't over yet.

-Yeah, you can't quit now.

And besides, where we come from,

a man'll get slam-sided and sprattled out

for goin' back on his word. -Not unless you wanna end up

with your toes down and your hide up!

[ Laughter ]

-Hey, Guffy!

Guff. -What?

-I bet you can't take off half an ear!

-How much you wanna bet?

-I'll bet you half of my cut of the wolf bounty.

-What if we don't get the wolf?

-Give 'em back his ear?

[ Laughter ]

-You got yourself a bet, Riney!

-[ Laughs ]

-Don't budge, Pilgrim.

-Hold on, there.

-You wanna take Pilgrim's place, do ya?

-Put the knife down.

-You better keep your nose out of this, law dog.

-Drop it, blister head,

or these spurs'll carve you from belly to backbone.

-Drop it!

-Get out of Dodge.

-We've come a long way for that bounty money!

-Yeah, and you just lost your chance at it.

Now get movin'.

-Pair of the orneriest bone-pickin' stage rats

I've ever saw, Matthew.

-Say, Festus, why don't ya, go and buy Louie a drink.

I think he can probably use one.

-Uh, uh, I might even consider joinin' up with him, if, uh...

-Okay.

[ Indistinct conversations, laughter ]

-Hey, we got someone who likes the wine.

Hold up.

Thank you, cowboy.

Hey, one more. There's two to go.

Two to go -- half price.

Hey, cowboy.

Okay, thank you very much.

Thank you. That's it. Here we go.

All sold out.

-I'll have that wolf carcass

strung up in the middle of town tomorrow

and be drinking good whiskey.

Instead of this gut spoiler.

-A man don't make such a kill sittin' a saloon,

bragging on it.

-You can ride other men's dust if you like.

I got my own way.

-Spittin' eye.

-What are you mouthin' about, Grizzly Hill?

-I've come across a fresh-killed calf

back in the high country.

-So?

-There's four cattles that are dyin',

sufferin' somethin' fierce.

Some slimy belly crawling with rot

foraging that meat.

-Look at him, Catlin.

Been up in them mountains a long time by the smell of him.

Wild and woolly and full of peas.

-What're you doin' outside your cave, old man?

Your jug need fillin'?

-Oh, his jug run dry all right.

Now he's lookin' for a dog to catch.

-I'd shoot them cows out of their misery.

Man's slinking around,

putrefying the country,

killin' to fill his own poke.

He oughta get his hide sheared.

-You find yourself a warm corner, old man,

and curl up in it!

♪♪

-Stand up.

Show 'em what little men ya are.

Stand up!

Now I'm gonna lean on you a while, snake-belly.

Man's the only animal that can get skinned more than once.

I'm gonna find out how many layers of hide you got.

-All right, let him go.

-The man needs killing.

-I said let him go!

-Yes, sir. Whatever you say.

-Luke?

-You know him, Matt?

-Yeah. I know him, Kitty.

He and I go back a long ways.

-He sure has a funny way of sayin' his hellos.

-He's one-of-a-kind.

-Louie, you and a couple of boys

get him up to the office, would ya?

-Yes, sir.

-Little old for wolfin', isn't he?

-Oh, he's not a wolfer, Kitty.

That man's a breed apart.

-He looks like a far-rangin' wanderer to me.

I'll say that.

-He is, Kitty.

He sure is.

♪♪

-Hello, Matt.

-Hello, Luke.

-Well, you're still tree-tall.

You ain't bend any.

-Yeah, you're still as thorny as I remember ya too.

-[ Chuckles ]

-That's 'cause my ma raised us on sour milk.

-Luke, how about a cup of coffee?

-Grow a hair on a man's eyeballs,

just the way I like it.

Could've used your fists.

-Well, sorry about that, Luke.

But I didn't recognize ya 'till you turned around

and then it was too late.

-Well, you ain't melted down to no skim-milk bag-stoler.

I don't take the walls, being closed in.

You know that, Matt.

-Luke, you could have killed that man.

-Oh, I was surely tempted.

But, I's just gonna carve my name on his hide

and beat him my mind.

-You carve your Arapaho name on him, he'd a bled to death.

-You arrestin' me?

-Nah, you know better than that.

What brings you to Dodge, Luke?

-Free country.

Or ain't it?

-Well, I guess it still is,

but it sure costs more every day to live in it.

-[ Chuckles ]

-Cost me more than most.

-What do you think?

-Yeah, I know.

-Well, it's a sorry price to pay, Matt.

-Luke, you're welcome to stay in Dodge

as long as you don't stir up any more hornet's nests.

-Well, I'm much obliged to ya.

But I ain't planning on stayin'.

-Oh?

-I heard about the wolf.

It ain't for the bounty I come!

You know that.

That ol' Lobo got to die, Matt?

-Afraid so.

-You know, he's too proud to be hunted down

and skinned by the likes of them night-crawling wolfers.

I wouldn't ask no other man.

Will you ride with me, Matt?

My eyes have took on some age,

and I could sure use them young ones of yours.

-Luke, I'd like to go with you.

But, well, I got a town to look after.

Besides, I gotta ride over to Hays in a couple days

to pick up a prisoner.

-You got a deputy to look out for your town.

Us ridin' together wouldn't take no more than two days.

Be like old times, just you and me...

...maybe for the last time.

-All right, by golly.

I'll go with you.

♪♪

[ Cattle lowing, sheep bleating ]

[ Wolf roaring ]

-He's covered a right smart of ground

since he scattered them sheep back there.

He's headin' for them rocks up there.

He knows we're following him.

There ain't gonna be no marks on them rocks.

I've figured we've gone about as far as we can go.

-Luke, you old mosshorn. You can't fool me.

I've seen you track a snake across pine needles.

-Yeah.

Well, he'll use them rocks to throw us off,

and then double back.

Or he'll head for high country.

-Which do you think he'll do?

-Head for high country.

-We'd better get started.

♪♪

-Mighty sweet and clear.

That's mountain water.

The other day before I rode into Dodge,

I stopped at the river and had me a drink.

It was all muddied up.

They'd been runnin' cattle across it.

So darn thick, I had to chew on it

before I could swallow.

Cattle.

Sod bustin' squatters, they oughta run 'em all out!

-Well, like it or not, Luke,

there's not much you can do about it.

Like tryin' to stop a river from runnin'.

-Dam a river.

♪♪

[ Gunshots ]

[ Gunshots ]

-Yonder way!

Look it!

Run!

Run, you old scalawag!

[ Gunshots ]

[ Horse whinnying ]

-He's snookered 'em!

-Yes, sir.

-Them dirty vultures, them.

-Luke, you stay here.

♪♪

-[ Groaning ]

Hurry! Gah!

-Why'd you go and do a thing like that for?

We was right there on top of that critter.

-Stinkin' wolf!

-Quit your whinin'.

-Give me...

Guff?

-Stranger comin'.

It's that Marshal from Dodge.

-What's he doin' out here? -Shut up.

-Hiya, Marshal!

Fancy seein' you way out here.

-Saw what happened over there.

-Well, Riney did a little jackknifin',

but he'll be okay.

Don't let us hold ya up none, Marshal.

Uh, Riney's always makin' big over nothin'.

I recall a case of worms he got a while back.

They way he carried on, you'd think he was gutshot.

-Looks to me like that leg's broken.

If I were you, I'd get it splinted up

and get him back into Dodge.

-Sure thing.

-Uh, Marshal?

Are you lookin' for that old wolf?

-Yeah.

-Well, we was tryin' after him for 2 or 3 days.

That wolf, boy, he's smoother than hair on a frog.

-Thanks for lookin' in on us, Marshal.

And you look out for that old wolf.

He's heady.

-Now, you do what the Marshal said,

get my leg splintered up.

-Well, I'm gonna get some wood to tie it up with.

-You don't need your horse for that.

-Well, I gotta get some large-size wood

for a leg like that.

There ain't no wood like that in these rocks.

-Guffy.

You was gonna slink off and leave me to the crows.

-Riney...

-Weren't you?

-Riney, that old wolf... I hit him.

He's carryin' my bullet.

Now, if I don't go out there and fetch him,

that Marshal will get him sure.

-You're lyin'.

-Riney, I'm tellin' you the truth.

I got that old wolf.

I seen him go down.

-Blood. Still warm.

Those two must have nicked him.

-Wolfers.

-They might not have hit him too bad, though,

the way he's been travelin'.

Maybe just enough to slow him down a little, huh?

-Maybe.

-[ Clicks tongue ]

♪♪

Near burnt out.

I'm not a man screaming crafty, but not out of grit.

[ Wolf growls ]

[ Horse whinnies ]

Cunning, old cuss, takin' the high ground,

looking to put us afoot.

Matt.

Let him go.

He's a headin' for the high country.

Most likely he'll stay put.

-He'll be back.

And they'll be waitin' to kill him.

-Yeah.

[ Wolf growls ]

I'll circle him, Matt.

♪♪

[ Wolf growls ]

-A couple of years ago, you'd have lost us.

You're just too old and plumb run out.

I'm sorry, old friend.

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Wolf barking, snarling ]

[ Wolf whimpers ]

You see him, Matt?

He was run plumb into the ground, half dead,

but still reached down inside for some fight.

-Yeah, I saw.

-Well, it's all over, Matt.

-Yep.

[ Wolf howls in distance ]

-Huh, even this old renegade had somebody.

[ Howling continues ]

I thank you, Matt.

You'll be ridin' on to Hays, I reckon.

-What are you gonna do?

-Well, first, I got to bury this old warrior deep enough

so them vultures, human or otherwise,

can't get to him.

Then I -- I'm gonna try to find me a place

where there ain't no such thing as time.

-So long, Luke.

-Matt.

Ridin' together, I put a value on it.

-So have I.

-When I see them human locusts swarmin' over the land,

I took to the wilds.

Not you.

You's a mule head.

You figured if we'd give up ground,

they'd keep a pushin' and a takin'

till there wasn't no room left for anything to grow.

You was right.

They'll keep a comin'.

There ain't no way you can dam a flood that big.

I'm just mighty sorry

I wasn't carryin' the fight with you.

We both lost.

They ain't gonna bother you no more

because I'm gonna bury you high where they can't find you,

where she can come warm the ground over you.

[ Wolf howling in distance ]

Bein' lonely can be a mighty fearsome thing.

Had me a woman once.

[ Grunts ]

A good woman too, pretty.

Well, at least for an ugly old bear like me,

she was pretty.

She passed.

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

I just wanted to go up on the mountain top,

howl it out.

I know how it feels.

Since then, I've just been runnin' along.

-Ain't that all a tearsome thing?

You always dig holes in the dark,

talkin' to yourself?

-What are you buryin' out here, mountain man?

-Well, looky here.

-Don't that beat all --

a wolf.

-You diggin' that hole for a wolf?

-Fixin' to bury $500, mountain man?

-He's a mite soft-headed, Badger.

Don't scold him. -I ain't softheaded.

-Figure you can use $500, do you?

-I can think of a place or two I could spend some of it.

-Waste of energy, diggin' the way he done.

-It's no waste.

Turns out he dug it for himself.

As soon as we claim that reward money,

I'm gonna skin that mangy critter.

-[ Grunts ]

-What do we do with him?

-Leave him to the coyotes, since he's so partial to 'em.

-Let's get to the horses.

By morning, we'll be drinkin' the finest whiskey

in Dodge City.

[ Wolf howling in distance ]

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Catch him and flushed him out.

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Hey, here comes Doctor Nelson!

[ Cheers and applause ]

-Hey, I want a handsome suite here.

-I want to thank these two men

for doing something nobody could do.

[ Applause ]

Killing that wolf.

We pay you this $500.

And we give you our thanks.

-[ Screams ]

[ All screaming ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

[ Shouting continues, horses whinnying ]

-All right, back off.

I still got one barrel left in this thing,

and I'll scatter you good.

Now, let him up and get off of the street.

-He's killed two men.

-Marshal Dillon will take care of that when he gets back.

Now, git, all of you. I mean it.

Move out.

Luke, I'm gonna have to take you to jail.

♪♪

[ Knocking on door ]

Who's that?

-It's Louie, Festus.

I'm freezin'.

-[ Sighs ] All right. All right.

Creepiest coot, drunk up to the eyeballs again.

I never saw the likes.

What in tarnation are you doin' out on a night like this?

-I wondered if I could trouble you for a bunk.

Seems the hotel's filled.

-All right, Louie, go on. You know where it is.

Just go on in there.

If that don't put a clod in your shoe,

I'm-a throw in with you.

Just gives me the...

-Hey, Mister.

-Festus!

Festus!

Festus.

-Luke, turn loose to him.

-Festus, give me that gun,

or I'll snap his neck like a dry twig.

-Festus, please.

-We'll ride you down, Luke.

You can't get away with this.

-Hand it to me, butt first.

-Luke.

-Hand it!

Now get them keys and unlock this here cage.

Get in there.

I'm gonna drive 'em out.

I'm gonna take up where that Lobo left off.

Cattlemen, squatters, sod busters,

drive 'em all out.

[ Glass shatters ]

[ Gunshots ]

♪♪

-I figure the best place to start lookin'

is out near Twin Peaks.

Now, remember, he's as loco as that wolf.

So keep your eyes open.

-Now, if you fellers go ridin' out yonder

without gettin' yourselves deputized,

you're breakin' the law.

-We've got no choice.

If we don't get Brazo now,

he'll get away and do more killing.

$100 for the man who kills him.

Now mount up.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-All right, boys, hold on.

-Matthew, you got my wire. -I got it.

-And you know what happened? -Yep.

-Wes Flood wasn't just my foreman.

He was my good friend.

-I know, Nelson. I'm sorry.

But Luke Brazo's my responsibility.

I'll go after him.

Now, you men break it up, go on back to your business.

Go on. -Dillon...

...if you don't bring him in, we will.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

-Matthew, don't you want me to ride out with you?

-No, Festus.

I'll do this alone.

You stay here and look after the town.

-You betcha.

♪♪

[ Gun cocks ]

-All right.

[ Sighs ]

There ain't much left, old partner.

When we clear these foothills and start breathin' free air,

there's gonna come green grass and clear water for you.

[ Horse neighs ]

Maybe just enough to whet your tonsils.

Plumb tuckered, ain't you?

Well, ridin's gonna be a lot easier from here on out.

Even a heady old fox would get a nose blistered

tryin' to pick up them tracks we left --

Most law men ain't good for nothin'

but dehornin' drunks.

Matt's still an eagle-eyed hellion.

Startin' now, old partner, we're ridin' for the sun.

♪♪

These mountains is gettin' higher and steeper.

We done run out of trail, partner.

I roped you and broke you.

I took away your freedom.

I'm givin' it back to you now.

So go on and git.

You'll be all right.

Just head north.

It won't take long for that old smeller of yours

to pick up grass and water.

Go on. Git now.

Git!

♪♪

[ Gunshot ]

Matt, I'm just throwin' up smoke.

The next means business.

You remember them Comancheros

we had that run in with down on the Brazes?

-Yeah, I remember.

-I told their head gunshot

I could shoot a possum between the eyes

in the dead of night.

He tried me.

-Yeah. I buried him.

But that was a long time ago, Luke.

-My eyes ain't that bad, Matt.

Now ride on back to Dodge.

-There's two men dead.

-They took him away.

They wouldn't let me bury him.

-Luke, come back with me.

-I can't do it.

They'll put me in a cage.

That, or I'll wind up trimmin' a tree.

Now ride on out. -You keep goin',

you're invitin' every jackal in the territory after you.

[ Gun cocks ]

[ Gunfire ]

Give it up, Luke.

[ Gun clicks ]

-Matt!

You remember when we tracked down that wolf?

-Yeah. -He didn't run

and tuck his tail between his legs.

He didn't quit, and neither am I.

-[ Sighs ]

Luke, easy.

-[ Weakly ] I buried that old Lobo.

I buried him high.

Bury me high, Matt, where they can't reach me.

Bury me, Matt.

Bury me.

-Sure, Luke.

♪♪

[ Wolf howling in distance ]

[ Gunshot ]

♪♪

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

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