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-Starring James Arness
as Matt Dillon.

-So we can see,

it was the Greeks
who invested the modern world

with perhaps its most
full-bloomed design --

to see man elevated
to his highest station and --

[ Shouting in distance ]

And this, mind you,
in spite of their propensity

to debase some men
under the yolk of slavery.

[ Shouting continues ]

-And then...

-[ Laughs ]

[ Laughing ]
Oh, gee, Corley.

[ Laughs ]

You're answering a whole thread
of questions.

The greatest far-killing buffalo
hunter

come off the state plains.

-Mm, the only one's that's
any better was my daddy.

Don't you forget
my daddy, Sadler.

No!

There was a shovel-slinging,
fly-killing fool.

-And all we need do
is follow them,

and they will lead us
away from the animal

savagery that seems --
-Hey!

[ Bang ]

-We could use a small loadin'
for him.

-Oh, don't you know it.
-[ Laughs ]

-Don't you know it.

-Look at, right there.
See that little buggy there.

-[ Grunts ]

[ Laughs ]

-[ Shouting indistinctly ]

[ Both cheer, laugh ]

-Hi, fly!

We're going to pave our way
to pass the devil's bridge work

and high.

Ain't no way to say it, though.

-No.

-Mnh-mnh.

-[ Laughs ]

Feller has to know.

-You saying no?

-Get out of here.

-Well, now, you should put up
a little dust and sit a spell.

-You -- you heard me.

-Oh I -- I know a no.
That's a no.

I know a no.
[ Laughs ]

-Hey.
Hey, now, boy.

Now, you be careful there 'cause
she's loaded.

-I mean it!

-Boy.

Boy, that old gal you got hold
of, she belonged to my daddy.

And he always kept her loaded
deep for buffalo,

and I ain't changed things.

-I said get out of here,

and I mean it.

-On top of that,

she's got a recall half
the distance of the bullet.

[ Gunshot ]

On top of that,
since my daddy passed,

she belongs to me.

♪ Oh, daddy dear

♪ Did you hear the news
that's going round? ♪

♪ Shamrock is forbid by law

♪ To grow on Irish ground

♪

-[ Snoring loudly ]
-[ Humming ]

[ Humming continues ]

-You are clever.

Clever little bay hiding
on that doorway, aren't you?

Yes, sir.
Hmm?

But we going to get --

[ Chuckling ]
Well, well, howdy, Sheriff.

-Marshal.

-Won't -- won't you just
come on in here

and pull up a little something
and plop?

-[ Snoring continues ]

Oh, that's -- that's McInnerny.

He's gonna live to be 600,
he will.

We got all that money.

We've been a-funnin', you know,

and it's a powerful lot
of doin' to stop...

-Corley, did you throw a young
boy out this window awhile ago?

-Huh?

-I said,
did you throw a young boy...

-Well, I had to spin
him a mite, you know,

just to get old Clara back.

-Clara?
-Sure, yes, sir.

You know, this young'un,
he just come whiny-jiney

and tromping in here
with no howdy's or nothing,

and he just leveled old Clara
at me something like this here.

And, you know,

I do believe old Clara could put
a hole even in you, Sheriff?

-Marshal.

-Now,
he didn't have no politeness,

just stomping and chomping
with "get out of here.

get out of here!"...
-All right.

All right.
I've heard enough.

I want you to hear me.

I want you boys to sober up
and quiet down around here,

and quit making so much noise
around the hotel.

And the next time
something like this happens,

bold as winter or not, I'm gonna
throw all you in jail.

Do you understand?
-Understand, Sheriff.

-Marshal.

-[ Snores loudly ]

-All I wanted to do was
to stop them

from breaking up
your lecture, Dad.

I didn't figure it would
come out exactly like this.

-It's a good thing
you landed on your head.

-[ Chuckles ]

Oh.
-Oh, stop it, both of you.

He might've been killed.

Doctor, you are sure
that it's nothing more serious?

-He's gonna be all right,
Mrs. Driscoll.

He's gonna have a sore ankle
for a few days.

That's sure.

I'd like to keep him here,
though, for, oh, an hour or so.

Just can't be too sure
about these head injuries.

-Thank you.

-You get a good rest, son.

-Be with you in a minute.

-Buffalo hunters, well.

They are dirt humans.

Can you imagine throwing
a young boy out a window

like a -- like a peeling
or something, out the window?

-Now, don't take on, Louise.
You heard the doctor.

He's all right.

-All of that talk
about the elegance

and the civilization of Athens.

How many thousands
of years ago was that?

And where are we now?

Here.

Timothy,
what are you gonna do about it?

[ Door opens ]

-Marshal,
I would like to know...

-Ma'am.
Mr. Driscoll.

I Was just over seeing
those buffalo hunters.

-They're savages.
-That's right, ma'am.

They lead a hard life,
and they're loud and bothersome.

But, you know, your boy
did point a gun at 'em.

-A gun?
-That's right.

And the muzzle of a Sharps
rifle looks like a canyon,

you know.

-A gun.
Oh, Timothy.

-We'd better go now, Louise.

I'll be back later, Doc.

Marshal, good night.

-Can't help but agree with her,
Matt.

They lead a hard life.

Well, life's a hard life.

And when a brilliant,
educated man

like that with wonderful ideas
to offer can get sidetracked

by a bunch of scrofulous,
maggot-ridden buffalo hunters.

-Whoa!

-Here we go.

-Powerful day's rest.
-Yes, sir.

A powerful day's rest.

Put him up here, Sadler!

-Well, for him what we gonna
need is some of that fizzy,

that, uh, french sodie water.

-The french sodie water?
-Yes, sir.

Now, uh -- uh -- uh, the kind
with all the bubbles.

-Oh, champagne?

-With all the bubbles --
You've got it.

Now, we want you to bring out
some of them oysters,

like what's out there
on that signboard out there.

-We're gonna eat those little
dudes until we find one of them

what comes within them
them whatchamies, you know?

-Whatchamies?
-Yeah, the whatchamies, uh,

the kind you get when you're
luck is running good?

-Pearls.
-Pearls!

That's it.
You got it!

-Now, you just go on out there
and take 'em out of the ice

and herd 'em
on in 'til you hear "whoa."

-"Whoa"?
-Yes, sir, "whoa."

[ Laughs ]
He heard us talking.

He heard us talking.

-[ Snoring ]

He's gonna learn
a bear lesson on hibernating.

-Obliged.

[ Both laugh ]

[ Banging ]

-[ Grunting ]

Mmm.

-[ Snoring ]

[ Knife banging ]

-I swear if banks
have locks on 'em...

[ Grunts ]

I found one.

I found --

I found -- I found one!

Hey!
Hey, Sadler!

Sadler, I found one!

McInnerny!
McInnerny!

McInnerny, I got --
[ Laughs ]

Mmm!

[ Laughs ]
I found --

Oh, now, the whatchamie,
whatchamie, whatchamie,

what -- what did the man say?

I got... Sadler!
Sadler, what...

-A pearl.

-A pearl!
[ Laughs ]

-You the man who threw
a young boy out a window?

-Huh?

-You the man who threw
a young boy out a window?

-Oh. [laughs]
Oh, I nearly forgot.

I -- Yeah.

-Can I see you outside?

-Well, you sure enough
can see me right here.

-Please, outside.

-Uh...yeah.

[ Grunts ]

Say, have you got any whiskey?

If you give me a little squeeze
on it, I'll show you my pearl.

[ Laughs ]

[ Mumbling ]

Ohh!

What did you do that for?

Why, you... Oh!

[ Groans, grunts ]

[ Growls ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Dramatic tones play ]

You.

[ Shouts ]

-Now, Corley, I didn't wanna
have to do this to you,

but you didn't leave
me any choice.

Lying around drunk
in the street.

Looks like you've been
in a fight.

Your two friends here don't look
much better of than you are.

-Guilty.

-Guilty.
[ Chuckles ]

-Well, just, uh,
dry out here and sleep it off.

-Oh, we can't let that man
snore.

It sounds worse than somebody
pounding on a tin plate.

-[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, way worse than that.

You got a drink of whiskey?
-Whiskey?

Now, there ain't no whiskey
in a jail house, now, Sadler.

-Well, you got some horse
liniment or or an apple,

anything to put in that mouth?

-Well, stuff his shirttail
in it.

-[ Snoring loudly ]

[ Snoring stops ]

-You ever think of being
a doctor?

-A doctor?!

-Seems there was more to it...

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

That old boy
shaved off his beard.

I s--

I seen Carl Martin Craig
in this town.

-Oh, Carl Martin Craig's dead,
Corley.

-I seen the brand on his chest.

-Everybody said he was dead,
Corley.

-I do recall it now.
I do recall it.

I Was just sitting there
mining for pearls,

and this old boy come tromping
in there, asking me outside,

something to do with slinging
a young'un out the window.

-Timothy Driscoll?

-I know nothing
about some names.

We were tussling,
and then his shirt tore off,

and I seen that brand
on his chest

just as plain as judgement.

-You mean Timothy Driscoll
came into this town

and picked a fight with you?

-I mean to say
Carl Martin Craig,

"the Devil of Donnerville,"
is in your town.

You have heard
of the Donnerville prison,

now, ain't you, Sheriff?

Well, us northern boys,
we do remember.

Oh, indeed we do.
Indeed we do.

Sadler, we starved, huh?

-Starved clear to the bone,
Marshal.

-What you could eat, you had
to fight the worms to get at,

and the whippings
and the saltwater after.

And them guards.

[ Laughs ]
Oh, them old boys, huh?

I'd sooner lie down
with a passel of animals.

Call them humans?

And him,
he was the man in charge.

I'll never forget him.

-Corley.

You see the brand?

-On my daddy's head.

-That prison, Marshal,
it was took by Sherman's boys.

And us, we was in there.

We busted free.

Then we found him.

We found him like a hound dog
finds a bear.

Oh, but he --

he was a proud one.
Yeah, he was proud.

Us boys,
we -- we had our memories.

We branded him.

-With a cross above the heart.

-Near hung him
if Sherman hadn't come along.

-And he's here in your town.

On my daddy's head, he's here.

-I've known Louise Driscoll
for almost five years now, Matt.

-Well, what if it is, or was,
Craig or whatever his name is?

It was an awful long time ago.

-Well, it wasn't so long
ago that a lot of people

still don't remember it, Doc.

But, you know, we
could have the wrong man here.

It could be a lot of things.

-Well, talk is starting
out yonder.

What we ought to have did is
kept them three locked up,

Matthew, that Corley and Sadler
and that sleeping beauty, too.

-Well, I know,
but they sobered up, Festus.

I can't keep them locked up
forever without a good cause.

-Well, I'll tell you something.

They're a-festering up
this town, Matthew.

I'll guarantee you that.

-Festus, it's like Matt says.

We're not even sure
it's the same man.

-Well, there's only one way
to settle this for sure.

I'm gonna ride out
and see Driscoll myself.

-Hey, Pa?

Marshal Dillon's here.

Marshal.

-Hello, Tom.

Well, by golly.

Like I always heard,
you can't keep a good man down.

-Well, it ain't all --
all dedication, Marshal.

Chores got to be done before
Ma's gonna make some food,

and this body's just naturally

and powerfully
attracted to food.

-Well, Marshal.
What a pleasant surprise.

-Mr. Driscoll.
-What can I do for you?

-Well, I, uh, I'd like to talk
to you for a minute, if I could.

-Oh, certainly, certainly.

-Tom, would you mind
if I talk to your father alone?

-Sure, Marshal.

-Uh, Tom, uh, tell your ma

to bring out
some of that good lemonade, hmm?

-Right.

-What is it.

-Mr. Driscoll,
you had a fight last night

with a man named Corley?

-Well, uh, oh, I admit it.

It's, uh, it's hard, uh,

for a father
to see his son, uh...

Oh, I'll pay
whatever damages there are.

-Mr. Driscoll,
I got to ask you a question.

Are you Carl Martin Craig?

-Carl Martin Craig?

Timothy?

-The buffalo hunter.

-All of us was there.
Yes, sir!

I tell you her and now,

a blind man
could find that place,

the stink it took on.

Right, Sadler?
-That's right.

-He killed of 500 Yankee boys.

A -- a man
could die and go to Hades...

A man could die and go to Hades
and think

he walked in on a Sunday
afternoon ice cream social.

And the man in charge
is right here in your town.

-He's in jail.

The marshal's just waiting word
from the Federal authorities.

-To do what?
-Stand trial

for what he done at Donnerville.

That's what I'd say.

-Stand trial, huh.

Well, them old boys ain't gonna
fool around with no trail.

No, sir!

The only trial for a man
like that is a new rope.

Now, sir, a sickness
has a first point,

and the first point
is named Carl Martin Craig,

the Devil of Donnerville,

and he is sipping soup
right here in your jailhouse.

-Here, here!

Here, I want you to bust up
this here gathering.

Now, go on.
Get back on back to business.

Go on, all of you.
Out.

Roy, you and Sam,

you know no good ever
comes out of this kind of talk.

Now, go on
back to your business.

Corley, you and Sadler,
you know what the marshal

said about you a-festering up
this here town.

-Ain't nothing going
to happen to Craig

unless we do it ourselves.

-And you hush that kind
of talk, and hush right now.

Now, I want the two of you --

the three of you
to go on and scoot out of here.

Go on, scoot!

-You better do something!

-I swear, Matthew, I don't know
how you can keep so calm

with all this here going on.

-Not much you can do about it,
Festus.

-Well, still and all,
I just don't like it.

With all that talk
going on out yonder,

it's bound to stir up trouble.

And them two or three
muttonheads in town,

what's that feller doing
sleeping all the time, anyhow?

I'll tell you, they're a rougher
than a wagonload of old cobs.

And you just can't tell what's
liable to pop into their heads.

Like my Grandma Tucker
used to say...

She used to talk kinda high
and squeaky to you

like two tree limbs
are rubbing together.

And I recollect her saying
on her very deathbed...

She said,
"Things don't never die.

They just get worse."

-Isn't that supposed
to be for Driscoll?

-Oh.

Well, that just goes to show
you right there, Matthew.

If things can get me all
muddledy headed and fussed up,

what do you think it's gonna

do to all them ordinary folks
out yonder in the street?

What about them?

[ Knock on door ]

-Hello, Louise.
-Well, hello, Kitty.

-May I come in?

-Yes, yes, of course.

-I brought you some port.

I've always said there's
two times in a woman's life

when she needs a good port wine.

And both of those times

are when her world
seems to be falling apart.

-Oh, Kitty.

You're very thoughtful.

-Not at all.

-You know, it, uh,
it just doesn't fit.

I was sitting here thinking.

Since -- since Tom
was a child I --

I've never seen
Timothy raise his hand to him.

It wasn't just the caution
of a stepfather.

It was purely, simply his way.

How do you explain that to a --
to a boy?

How do you explain
that to yourself?

I find myself married to man...

When I think of his hands
on me, the very hands...

-Louise, they were loving
hands, weren't they?

-Oh, yes, Kitty.

-Then what more could you
expect?

-Kitty, what is there to life
when the very man that...

-Louise, I can tell
you a little bit about life,

but I can't tell you anything
about war.

I don't think any woman
can explain to another woman

about war.

It's an insanity that women
just don't understand.

It's --
[ Sighs ]

Well, it's like falling
down a hill.

You can't stop,
and you can't change direction,

and you're bound to get hurt.

You know, a -- a man's strength
doesn't make him a man.

It's his heart.

And that man
that loves you has all the heart

that you could care to hold.

That's all I'd care to know.

-700 men died in that prison.

And Driscoll,
or Craig, was a commandant.

He was responsible, clear
as the hands on your wrists.

-Oh, for heaven's sake, Bert.

-How can you defend him?
-It's your move.

-I'm not defending him.

I'm defending his right
to live his life

in the way to make amends
for his past, that's all.

-Make amends?
-Yes.

-Jump that!
-Jump?

What?
-Go on, jump me.

-Oh, go ahead.

-[ Chuckles ]

Ain't too often
I can catch you like that.

-Yeah, the day you catch me,

it'll be the day
the sun comes up backwards.

-Well, all I'm saying is --
-Oh, shut up.

-He was a murderer,
a killer of plain soldier boys.

-Shut up!
-All I'm trying to tell you --

-I'm not talking to you.

-He was an enemy
to this country, Doc.

Clear as the hands
on your wrists.

-"Clear as the hands
on your wrists" --

Is that all
you can think of to say?

Let me tell you something.

The law is the law.

And, in times of war,
there is no law.

And that's why it's war.

And I'll tell you
something else, Bert.

It's my own personal
and private opinion,

that if they put your brains
in a mustard seed

they'd rattle like a peanut
in a boxcar.

Now, shut up!
-Now, wait a minute, Doc.

I was in the 10th Pennsylvania
Volunteers, and I know...

-Oh, good!
Oh, that's marvelous.

That clears everything up.

Now you're qualified.

You can go ahead
and write your book.

-Well, uh, at least
I was there.

[ Chuckles ]
Where were you?

-Bert, doesn't make
any difference where I was.

Doesn't make any difference
where anybody was.

The point
I am trying to make with you,

with some difficulty, is first,

and of lesser importance,
is that in times of civil war,

the code of humanity
disappears completely.

And secondly,
and of greater importance,

a man's past is his past.

It's what he contributes to
the present that's importance.

Now, as far as Craig,

or Driscoll, or whatever you
want to call him is concerned,

it's my opinion that you
could not carry his brains

in your two hands.

And it's brains, my friends,

that is gonna save this,

the best of all possible worlds,
up to now

and not the
10th Pennsylvania Volunteers.

-[ Sighs ]

Top of that,

old Sheriff Dillon just up
and took my Clara from me.

Took up all our guns.

-Can't blame him.

-Some kind of talk
about whiskey and powder

not mixing up.

-Can't blame him.

-Wish he'd throw us
back in that jailhouse.

How I do wish it.

Just get ahold
of that old devil Craig.

Just get my hands on him
and tear him limb from limb.

-Yeah.

Old Dillon done figured
that out too.

Thinking man.

Thinking man.

-Whose side you on?

-Ah, Corley.

We ain't aching, is we?

Huh?

We got whiskey.

We got money.

Now, I ask you, Corley,

is the living life made up
of anything more than death?

-Hm.

-[ Sighs ]

I can row so heavy thinking
on it.

-This whole just tippy-toeing
around us like we was a bomb,

like we some kind of filth.

Hey, old town!

Your filth is in the jailhouse!

Why don't you do something
about him?

-Come to think on it,

that whole war
was on account of me.

Wasn't it?

Yeah.

And me not bothered strong.

-Well, there's more
than one way to the mountain.

-Well, howdy, Tom.

What can I do for you?

-I'd like to see...

-Your pa?

-Him.

-"Him"?

-Well, sure can't be no harm
did with that.

Sure you can see him.

Just come right in here.

You got yourself a visitor here,
Mr. Driscoll.

-Son.

-I'm not your son.

-I understand.

-I don't understand.

I don't understand
anything at all.

I had a father.

And I love him.

And I was proud of him.

And so was everybody else.

And he did all the things
that they're sayin'.

-Well, I don't exactly know
what they're sayin', Tom.

-That --

that you're a...

That you murdered men...

just for the pleasing.

Just for the pleasing!

I had a father, and I love him.

And now I don't understand
anything at all.

-Your ma,
how's she feelin', Tom?

-She wanted me to come here.

She says all things
have reasons.

-She's right.

All things,

all events...

all horrors have reasons, Tom.

But that doesn't make
those reasons justifiable

under the face of God.

-Were you a murderer?

-I was commandant of a camp...

that had more prisoners
than it could manage...

where men died for lack of food.

Brave men died from the filth
in which they lived.

And I've been dying ever since.

-No.
We're you a murderer?

-Yes, but not
the way they think.

I've never taken a life
with hand or a gun.

But I've done worse.

I sat on these hands
when I should've acted.

Oh, I appeased my conscience
by writing letters.

-Letters?

-To my superiors, begging
for medical supplies, food,

some lumber to build shelters
against the cold.

And these letters
were ignored month after month.

I told myself I'd done
everything a soldier could do.

That was a lie.

I complained in whispers
when I should've thundered

from the housetops
of every village and hamlet

within 100 miles
of Donnerville.

I should have roused the country
against that abomination,

made the world see what we were
doing in the name of our goals.

But to rouse the populace
against the military

in time of war is treason.

I would have been
court-martialed as a traitor.

Now, for a military man,

that's below
all conceived purgatories

except the one I had built
for myself ever since.

There hasn't been a night

in the 10 years
since that horror

that I haven't awakened
in a cold sweat

with the stench of death
in my nostrils

and ghosts of dying men
gibbering in the darkness.

Those people out there...

I may be far worse
than they believe.

But I would gladly give
myself to them right now,

and have it over
and finished with,

if it were not for you
and your mother.

You are more important to me
than my shame,

more precious than my life.

I deceived you
about my past because...

I couldn't bear
to lose you.

-Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Haggen.

-You're welcome.

Tom?

You ought to bundle up
good going home.

It's getting kind of chilly
out there.

-Yes, sir.

-All right, now you fellers
get on about your business.

Go on! Get!

You heard what I said.
Go on. Get!

-Mr. Haggen?

-What can I do for you?

-If I write out a will,

would you ask Marshal Dillon
to come in here

and witness it, please?

-A will?

I reckon I could.

-Thank you kindly.

-That boy of yours, Tom,

appears like a right, good boy,
clean down to his core.

-All right, Newly.

You got a pretty good clout
there, but you'll be all right.

-Thank you, Doc.

-You know,
if I didn't know better,

I'd say you've got a harder head
than Festus, no offense,

of course.

-[ Chuckles ]
How much do I owe you, Doc?

-It's on the house.

-How is he, Doc?
-All right.

-I'm all right, Marshal.
-Oh, good.

-Did you have some guns stolen?

-Not guns, Marshal --
One Dragoon Colt.

I was fixing the hammer on it.

Had it right there in front
of me, and now it's gone.

-Well, you got any idea
who took it?

-Well, I didn't see him,
if that's what you mean.

But I do know one thing.

-What's that?

-I know buffalo
when I smell it.

-[ Snoring loudly ]

-McInnerny?

McInnerny, wake up.

-One of these days
I'm gonna get so far

away from this plain country,

they couldn't find me
on three good mules.

It's the coldest place I --

[ Door rattling ]

Come in!

[ Rattling continues ]

Come on in!
It ain't locked.

[ Rattling continues ]

[ Wood clatters ]
Well, of all the knockheads.

All you got to do
is just turn the knob...

What in the tarnation?

-Time back,
my daddy and me had a farm.

Had to shoot me
a leg-caught coyote

what killed a mess
of our chickens.

-It's just a matter of time.

If you set a trap for a coyote,
he's bound to be caught.

-I'm here to finish what we
started that day we branded you.

-There's a difference
between killing a coyote

and a human being.

-Ain't nobody gonna fault
me for killing you.

-I hope not.

I wouldn't want to be
responsible for still

another human being's death.

-Well, you can rest easy
on that account 'cause

there ain't no jury
gonna convict a man

what killed Carl Martin Craig.

No, sir!

[ Grunts ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Breathing heavily ]

-Corley!
I knew it!

I knew it!

I had it figured so.

Corley, don't do it.

-If this town won't do nothing
'bout him, I will.

-Corley, don't do it.
-What?

Why, you was there,
same as me, Sadler.

You was in Donnerville.
-Yeah, I know was there.

The war is over, Corley.

Now, let's go on
to other things.

-What are you talking about,
other things?

-Corley, there ain't nothing
else for you and me but --

but a bucket of money
and a bottle of whiskey

and buffalo hunting
out there on the state plains.

-Yeah, when I'm rid of him.

-No, Corley, please.
Listen to me.

-I said,
"When I'm done with him"!

-Corley, no!
Please, listen to me!

Now, look, please, please,
leave it alone.

Don't get it
started again, please!

Now, it's been over 10 years,
Corley.

[ Weakly ] Corley!

[ Groans ]

Oh, Corley, I'm hit!

-Sadler!

-[ Whimpers ]
Corley.

-Sadler, you damn fool.
What did you do that for?

-[ Breathing shallowly ]

[ Crying ]
I'm bleeding, Corely.

-Don't you die on me.

You black-headed fool,
don't you die on me.

Why did you come tromping
into this town showing yourself?

Why?

[ Pistol cocks ]

It's all your fault.

You Yankee killer!

-Corley!

-No, he --

Aah!

[ Grunts ]

Sadler?

Sadler?

I'm going to see my daddy.

-[ Sobs ]

-"This General Amnesty bill,

signed by
President Ulysses S. Grant,

renders all subjects
in question

beyond any office
of jurisprudence

and pardons them
for all committed

during the tragic time
between 1861 and 1865.

But more important
to this office,

let it be cherished
that we endeavor to erase

the bitterness memory offers
to a country torn

and forever seal ourselves
as a nation undivided

with the strength
of each other.

Signed, Alphonso Taft,
United States Attorney General."

-Thank you, Marshal.

-Well, you're a free man,
Mr. Driscoll.

-We both know the truth
of that, don't we?

-Good luck.

-We can't stay here, Louise.

You know that.

-I know that.

-Everywhere we go,
this is the way it'll be.

-Everywhere we go.

-♪ Oh, Paddy dear,
did you hear ♪

♪ the news
that's goin' 'round? ♪

♪ The shamrock is forbid
by law ♪

♪ To grow on Irish ground

♪

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

♪