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♪

-"Gunsmoke" starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

♪

-A year's worth burning.

-Pa, you should have
talked to the man.

-Well, I intend to do that also.

-I think we're being a mite
too light on Mr. Springer.

[ Horse whinnies ]

-Makes a sight,
don't it, Judge.

-Jay's bringing in Springer.

-Man was in such a hurry
to see you, Pa.

He just didn't
have time to dress.

[ Laughter ]

-[ Laughs ]

Sorry to get you up at
this early hour, Mr. Springer,

but you've got one minute
to say your piece.

-Oh, for the love of God,
Judge,

I got a missus
and four young un's

back there at the house.

-You were told to get out
before the week came up.

-I swear to you, Judge.

I never rode
with no Jay Hawkins.

I swear, never.
-Now, Mr. Springer,

you're working land
bought for taxes

over the body of man who was
fighting for his country.

-It was from Talbot
I bought the land.

Think most all the land around
here was bought from Talbot.

-I think you know we're
especially interested in Talbot.

Heard it was you who probably
knew where he settled.

-I don't know, Judge.

I ain't seen him
in about three years.

-Pa...
-Now, look here.

Is it gonna be your neck,
Mr. Springer?

Or is it gonna be Talbot?

-He's ranching out west
of Dodge City.

That's the last I heard.

-Mr. Springer,
you'll go back to your house,

you will pack, and by morning
you'll be off this land.

You're gonna lose more than
your wheat crop, Mr. Springer

if you're not.

It's a long ride to Dodge.

Anybody not up to it?

-Pa, I don't think we ought to
ride any deeper into Kansas.

-I don't mind you talking
about this night, Mr. Springer.

Make our job easy

if people get off the land
before we got to them.

-Jay, I don't like riding
outside the Missouri border.

-Talbot's the top man
on Pa's list.

-Your own Pa
said I was to go free.

-Jay.

-People start finding bodies
instead of ashes,

they'll come around faster.

-Get on home, Springer.

-Since when did
you start calling the terms?

[ Exhales sharply ]

♪

-Why didn't you tell Pa you're
not feeling fit for riding?

-Have him think my tail's
turning yellow

the minute
we get out of Missouri?

-Trying awful hard to prove
you're a bigger man than Pa.

♪

♪

[ Thunder crashes ]

-Storm's behind us now.

-My vote's still to take
the road straight through Dodge.

Give Jay a chance to warm up

with some of them chills
he's got.

-We go through Dodge, Judge,

word's gonna travel
on ahead about us.

-Ross, Williams.

Those telegraph lines
can't be too far off the road.

Cut the wires
and meet us in Dodge.

-Right.

-Little whiskey
won't hurt anyone.

-Let's go.

Go.

-Well.

And will you looky here.
[ Cat meows ]

What's a little bitty
old bum like you

doing out
on a wet night like this?

Where you ought to be is tucked
in alongside your mama,

unless of course
she's out gallivanting again.

Hey, that mama of yours,

she sure ain't gonna win
no prizes as a homebody.

Think what you better have
is squirt or two of warm milk.

I'm just going to put some on
the stove right now.

-See? With me sleeping
in the freight house tonight,

you'd be getting a watchman
without paying for one.

-Well, a night watchman

isn't exactly what we
need right now, Louie.

However, I -- I don't see
where the freight company

would object if you --

What's the matter, Louie?

-It's Judge Proctor.

His men.

-Proctor?

-Ain't good to let the Judge
look on your face, Nathan.

Ain't good.

-All right, now, I want you
to drink some milk,

and then I want you to go hunt
down your ma

and tell her to get herself home
where she ought to be.

Come on, here, drink.

It's good and warm now.

Drink it right there.

-This town sure goes to bed
early.

-Town pillagers, killers.

-Town saloon closing
this early?

-Oh, it's not the usual thing,
friends.

It's Johnsonville.

Most of the darn folks there

are helping celebrate what you
might call its birthday.

20 years old today.

-You got an awful lot
of customers here, friend.

I think you better
unlock that door.

-We didn't ride all day
and half the night through rain

just to sit out in the street.

-I got orders from Miss Russell

to close any time
I get tired tonight.

And I'm close to not
keeping my eyes open.

-You ain't gonna be seeing much
out of them eyes pretty soon,

you don't open that door.

-Whoa, now.

You better back off,
little feller.

If Sam says he's locking
up here, why,

that's just what he's doing --
locking up.

-Better tell him
who you are, Pa.

-I'm Judge Proctor, but that's
neither here nor there.

Came into Dodge counting on
getting something to warm us.

Another hour,
we'll be out on our way again

and grateful
for your hospitality.

-Well, is kind
of a chilly night, all right.

See, old Sam here,
he's the boss of the Long Branch

when Miss Kitty's out of town.

-All right.

-Excuse me, friend.

-I wonder what business
they got in Kansas.

-Kansas sure ain't
Judge Proctor's bailiwick.

I know that for certain.

-Riding through, they said.

I can't think of any place
that Proctor and his men

ride through without someone
coming to some grief.

♪

[ Rattling ]

-More coming in.

♪

I'm talking to Festus.

Festus!
-What is it, Louie?

-Festus, you doing anything
about them killers in town?

-Now, just hold on, Louie.

We don't know for a fact
that they're killers.

Even if did, well,
I couldn't be holding them

without proof
that they're wanted.

Don't you see?

-They're killers, all right.

The Judge carries a book around.

And they only ride to places
at night.

-Louie, I want you
to quit your fretting now.

Them fellers just
went in to saloon there

to get theirselves dried out
and get warm

and then they're leaving town.

Now, I don't want to hear
no more of your blabbering.

-They got something
against Dodge.

There won't be no Dodge City
left in the morning.

Wait.

Get your gun belt.
I swear down there.

-Why you little old scamp?

You just got a belly
bigger than old Ruth.

You drank enough to fill
twice your size.

Now I want you to go on
out of here.

Get, get, get, get, get.

-Marshal.

-I ain't the Marshal.
I'm the deputy.

Marshal Dillon,
he's went over to Johnsonville,

been doing some speeching
over there.

That's something
he don't like to do too good.

-I don't blame him.
Made more than a few in my time.

Is your doctor also out of town?

-Uh, Doc, he's a doctoring
the widow Ingram.

He'd ought to be back, right,
you know.

-We'll be here
no more than an hour.

If he comes in, I'd like him to
take a look at one of my sons.

-Oh, is the boy sick, is he?

-Oh, probably be all right
after he warms up a bit.

I've been meaning to inquire.

Do you know a man named Talbot?
-Talbot?

-He settled down on some land
west of Dodge I understand.

-No.
Don't recall no Talbot.

-You don't recall,
or you don't want to.

-You heard me plain enough,
didn't you?

-He may be living
under a different name.

Be quite a wealthy man.

He moved down here
several years back.

-No.
Afraid I can't help you none.

-Well, no matter.

Thank you.

I'll be stretching my legs
a bit.

-Festus.
-What?

-Louie sure did got nervous
seeing all them Missourians

into town, didn't he?

-Appears like old Louie

ain't the onlyest one
that's a little nervy.

-You wouldn't have any coffee
going, would you, Festus?

I -- I mean, I'd be glad
to make some fresh for you.

-What you're actual trying
to say Burke is that,

uh, you'd like to hang around
for a little bit.

Is that it?

Well, go on.
Help yourself.

-Judge throws a scare into
Talbot and we just ride off.

Talbot no worse off than
some sweating.

-Yeah.
I'm beginning to lean to you,

Mr. Berber,

if I don't start finding
a couple of graves

It won't hurt us none as long
as they can't prove nothing.

-There's no doubt about it.

Judge is a tired man.

-Uh, it's all too far back.

Like burning Springer out.

All right, all right.

The land was stole.

Land grabbers moving in while
everybody was away fighting.

But it was Springer
that bought from Talbot.

Maybe Talbot
bought from somebody else,

somebody from somebody else.

-Pa's told you often enough
you don't have to stay around.

-Look,
I just don't want Pa dying

for something nobody
clearly understands anymore.

-Got an understanding of it.

Good land sold out from under Pa

while he's fighting
for the rights of this country.

-You!

You did that on purpose.

-You had your foot out.

-Yeah, but you saw it.

Just like you saw
us coming into town

and tried to close the saloon.

-My closing had nothing
to do with you or your people.

-What side of that Missouri
border you lived on?

Meaning you don't talk
like no Kansan, Mister.

-I don't see fit to answer
questions from the likes of you.

-The likes of me?

You mean the likes
of us, don't you?

Missourians done out our lands.

-A night rider picks up his own
excuses as he goes along.

Land lost wrong side of the war,

it adds to the same misery
for innocent people.

-We're night riders.

-Jay.

-Night riders don't stick in
your craw, brother.

It does mine.
-You have any other opinions

of us you'd like
to get off your chest?

-In a few words,

people are tired
of you Missouri riders.

Burning farms out,
trying to bring back the war.

-A few words, Mister.

You got the night.

-I lost two brothers
in that war

fighting on different sides.

And I lost another brother
in Lawrence

when scum like you
sacked that town

and run a boy down
in the street

who wasn't even old enough
to know what it was all about.

-Did I hear you say scum?

-When a man asks my opinion,
he gets no half-way answers.

-Hey, Jay.

[ Glass shatters ]
Get off. Get off.

-Who started this.

-Jay didn't agree
with this man's

unflattering opinion of us.

-My orders of a man behaving
himself also applies to my sons.

-Sam, What happened, Sam?

-He hit me with a bottle.

-We'll get you
up to Doc's place.

Burke, help him get up there
and make sure he makes it.

Now, did you have some call
to hit Sam, young feller?

-A man calls me scum,

he's lucky to get away
with a headache.

-Now Sam,
he don't use no hard words

'less than they get called for.

I guess I'll just
throw you in jail

and then you can tell it all
to Marshal

when he gets back
in the morning.

-I think a plain case
of rowdyism

calls for say, a fine, not jail.

-Well, Sam up yonder
with a cracked head

calls for a little more
than money, Mr. Proctor.

Now, the Marshal wouldn't do
no less than throw you in jail

and I'm a-fixin'
to do the same thing.

Come on, son.

-I believe you're stepping both
feet into a bucket of trouble.

-Well, you just head
on to that jail

and I'll worry about that.

-Marshal.

-You have no right
to make this a personal thing.

-Personal thing?

-Our reception in this town
has not been the warmest.

It's obvious
that you people think

a bit differently than we do.

It's quite apparent
that your sympathies are,

to say the least,
not with my men.

-Mr. Proctor, I don't reckon
you know Dodge City too well.

In this here town, when a man
lays a hand on another man,

he's got to answer for it.

That's the way it's been and
that's the way it's gonna stay.

-I don't intend to ride on
with one of my men in jail

over a trivial incident.

-You can call it
what you want to,

but he's going to jail.

Doc, you'll find Sam
up at your place.

He needs dome doctoring.

This here fella'll need
some doctoring too.

-Well, I'll have a look at Sam
and I'll be right down.

-Deputy?

I'm leaving this town
in exactly one hour.

I expect you
to see a way clear

to have my son released
within that time.

-Mr. Proctor, your boy,

he ain't gonna be out of no jail
in no hour.

No unless the Marshal
comes back

and says that's the way
he wants it to be.

-One hour, the Judge says.

That'll be about midnight.

We're here to back him up.

♪

-I say let's go over there

and take that jail
apart right now.

-Then we can go
find Talbot's place

and teach that land-grabber
a lesson.

Then we can high-tail it
on back to Missouri.

-As sick as Jay is, you know
he shouldn't be riding tonight.

-Jay will ride with us.

-I'm willing to go along
with Mr. Berber and the Judge.

-Judge calls it.
He says one hour.

-You know my policy.

You don't confront the law
head-on when you can avoid it.

An hour of thought
on the part of that deputy

and we may come to an agreement.

♪

-Doc.

-Festus.
-How's Sam?

-Well, he's gonna
have a headache for a few days,

but he'll sleep
all right tonight.

I fixed that.
How's that Proctor boy?

-Well, he -- he's a-complaining
about being cold

in betwixt them
cuss words he was spouting out

while I was locking him in jail.

-You keeping him in jail,
Festus?

-Well, as Doc says,

he's ought not to be moved,
that's what I'm gonna do.

-Well, uh, I mean,
if they want to leave town,

if the only thing holding 'em
is Proctor's son in jail,

why don't you just --
-Oh, for heaven's sakes, Burke.

-Well, I was talking to Louie

and he says he's heard
an awful lot about Proctor

and his men
along that Missouri border.

-Burke, why don't you and Louie
mind your own business.

Now, Festus
has got enough on his mind.

And he's doing this just right.

And just for that young fella
in there,

he deserves
what anybody else does.

No more, no less.

-And if you want to make
yourself useful, Burke,

why don't you go down yonder
and look after the Long Branch

for old Sam.

-But Sam almost got killed
by Proctor and his men.

Maybe I'd be next.

-Burke, we're a little shy
of men-folk in Dodge right now.

Why don't you just
help us out a little bit?

Look after Miss Kitty's
interest.

Go on.

-Judge doesn't have
to know about this, of course.

-Give that deputy something
to think about what it'll do.

[ Laughs ]

-I'd just as soon torch up
the whole town.

-Only the livery.

-Oh, I --

I'm just sort of helping,
see if you need anything.

-What's that stuff?

-Well, I could give you a name
for it

but you wouldn't remember it
for two minutes.

Let's just say it's better
for you than that stuff

you've been drinking.
Here you are.

-I'll take a bottle of whiskey.

-That'd be about the worst
thing you could do, son.

Now, let me tell you something.

I want to take you up
to the office

and I'll make room for you --
-The only place I'm going

is out of this jail at midnight,

and then out of this town.

-How is he, Doc.

-Really not very good.

Got something a little more
serious than just the chills,

I'll tell you that.

-What do you figure
I'd ought to do about him?

-Well, not much you can do,
Festus,

or me, for that matter,

I can't treat a patient
by force.

Be the same as killing him.

And if you let
him ride out of here

it'd be about the same thing.

-Oh, I ain't had no idea
about letting him ride out.

Only thing,
I just want to know

that we're doing
everything we can for him.

-Oh, well I think you
can be sure of that all right.

But I'm more worried about you,
Festus.

I mean,
I'm worried about that Proctor.

I just don't know
whether he's bluffing or not.

I don't know how far he'll go.

Now that farmer's alliance
that he's heading up,

that don't fool me any.

That's just like all the rest
of 'em,

the Sons of the Red Legs
and the Missouri Volunteers

and the Party of Independents.

I know about them.

They're a bunch of law-breaking,

marauding ruffians,
what they are.

And I just...

mm, I don't know
how far that Proctor's gonna go.

-Well, I reckon we'll find out

whether he's bluffing around
about midnight, won't we?

-11:30 right now.

I'll look in on Sam.

Festus, I'm available
if you need me

and I wouldn't want you to
hesitate a second to call on me.

-Sure am obliged to you, Doc.

-Louie.

-Doc.

-You look sober.

-You bet I am.

Nightman best stay sober.

-Proud of you.

-Night, Doc.
-Night, Louie.

-Festus,
I've been thinking about it.

-Thinking 'bout what, Louie?

-It's a real coincidence --

You being alone here in town
tonight,

Judge Proctor and his boys
riding in.

Maybe it's you that's
on that list the Judge carries.

Maybe you've been
on the wrong side.

And the Judge knowing the town's
empty and you being here --

-Louie, I ain't so sure
that you're sober.

I think you got a ways
to go yet.

-Anyways...

-Well, where in the tarnation

did you get that old
handful of rust at?

-It's loaded, Festus,
Be careful of it.

-Louie, this here thing
wouldn't go off

if you put a barrel
of dynamite under it.

Then again, it could just go off
and take your hand with it.

-Not standing by
watching you in trouble.

-Louie, sometimes a feller

just don't know where his
friends is coming from.

I sure do count you as a plumb
special kind of a friend.

Much obliged to you.

-Fire!
Fire in the livery!

Hey, come on out!
It's a fire!

There's a fire in the livery.
We need help!

-Look out.
Get out of the way.

-Fire!
Fire in the livery!

Come on down here, you all!

Come help out!

There's a fire!
Come out!

Fire in the livery!

Fire! Fire!

-Come on!

-Come on, now.
I'm trying to save your life

Come on.

[ Horses whinnying ]

-Well, I'd say it was
their problem, the town's.

-[ Shouting indistinctly ]

-Move! Come on!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Come on!
-Look out! Get out of the way!

-Come on. Come on. Come on.

Come on.

-Get out!

Come on! Get out!

Come on! Get out!

-Unless we're asked
for help,

I -- I don't see
no need to offer.

-Come on! Come out!
Come on!

Hurry! Hurry it up!
Get moving!

Get that water. Go!

-Incoming.

[ Horses whinnying ]

-Come on! Get out!

-We're out! We're out!

Hey!

[ Coughing ]

[ All coughing ]

-They did it.
-What are you talking about?

-I said "They did it."
-Did you see 'em, Burke?

-I didn't have to see 'em.

-All right, then.
Just hush up.

The best thing for you is go
on home and get some sleep.

Now, Scotty, I want you to send
a telegraph off to Johnsonville.

Tell Matthew to --

-That's what I come before
to tell you, Festus.

The telegraph ain't working.

-Yeah.
I'll bet they cut the wires.

Just like they tried
to burn down this stable.

-Just hold it now.
Hold it.

-Festus, what are you trying
to do?

You try to protect these men?

If Proctor wants to move on,
let him move on.

-Should we take a vote on it,
Festus?

I mean,
so you won't get no blame.

-No. We ain't taking no vote
now, Louie.

-You're just trying
to play games with our hides.

That's what you're doing.
-Burke,

I've heared just enough
from you.

-Now this is just
pure old plain and simple.

There's a feller in that jail
that's supposed to be there,

and that's where he's a-fixin'
to stay.

Now get out of my way.

-Hey, deputy.

You figure that old fire
in there be a problem,

you just ask us boys
to pitch in.

We're showing up here
to lend a helping hand, now.

-What's the matter here?
What's going on?

-Doc, right there's a knothead

that's fixin'
to get his ugly face moved out.

-Oh, come here.

You got that badge on now.

You don't have to push anybody
around,

smooth their face out.

Now get on in here.

-Pa, can we talk?

-Since when do you have to ask
if you can talk?

-Well, you most times
appear to shut me off

when I have something to say.
-Well, say it.

Say it now.

-Well, that man Springer
and this fella Talbot,

I mean,
when everything's all over,

I wonder what
we've accomplished.

-Don't you understand, boy?

-You don't let soup stand.

You stir it up.
You get it to bubbling.

You get people to notice
there's wrongs to be righted.

You get people to look to you,
100,000,

millions maybe if the good Lord
spares me that much time.

-The good Lord, Pa?

You call on God
to help you burn people out?

I mean,
get 'em so scared of your name.

-You wanted to know
what we're accomplishing

and I told you.

-Pa, you've told me nothing.

-There's a war being fought
and it's not over yet.

-You fellas
know what's good for you,

be getting
out of town right now.

You don't think
Marshal Dillon in Johnsonville

don't know
there's no telegraph here?

Don't think he won't be figuring
there's trouble and come here?

-Ross, you ride outside town
a ways

and you stop anybody coming in,
anybody.

Go on.

Come on.

-Well, I know that
don't feel good, Festus,

but it's not serious.

That's irritation
from the smoke's what it is.

Little watery for a while
but you'll be all right.

-Obliged, Doc.
[ Knock on door ]

Come in.

-I'm Jay's brother,

and I'd like to talk to him.

-I ain't got no objections.

Doc here's fixin'
to go and see him.

-Doc, about Jay.

Him always being so cold

and way he can't get his breath
sometimes.

-Well I can understand
your concern.

There's plenty to worry about.

Seems to me like your father

would have done
a little worrying.

-Well, uh...

he's had a lot on his mind.

-Here, here.

You know what Doc told you

about drinking that whiskey.

-I don't care
what that old quack said.

Way I felt
'till I got some whiskey in me,

I'd like to die.

-Well, now, that's just exactly
what you're working up to, son.

Now, that's a stimulant
and the last thing

your heart needs
is more work.

You're flirting around
around with pneumonia.

-When's Pa riding on?

-He's still sits midnight.

-Hear it, deputy.
Hear it good.

What you won't hear
is the shovels over your grave

after that time.
-And you ain't gonna be drunk.

'cause no more whiskey in you.
-[ Shouting indistinctly ]

-Festus.

-Wait a minute.
Hold on, Doc.

Now you know that Matthew

don't allow no whiskey drinking
in the jail.

-I know. I -- I know that.
I know it.

And I know it's no good for him
to be drinking in there either.

But you struggling with him
like that,

his condition, that could be
just as bad or even worse.

You can't do that.

-He's just plain-on
mule stubborn,

that's what he is.

-Yeah, well, you can't do
anything about that either.

-Hey, Jay.

Jay, uh, you been noticing
a change in Pa?

-Like what?

-In the last six months,

he don't give many orders
to anybody.

It's always Berber saying
something.

-So?

-Well, he never would have had
Springer burned out

if it weren't for Berber
pushing for it.

-Berber wants things done.

-Oh, he wants it back
10, 20 years ago,

past any time we can remember.

You know, Jay, I ain't never
seen a real, live Jayhawk

in my whole life.

It's like the North/South war.

It's always somebody saying
we got robbed of our lands.

Jay, I ain't never seen
those lands.

Is it different from land
we could settle right now?

-I'm getting tired
of listening to you whining.

Always wanting to know if I'm
keeping in measure up to Pa.

Well, brother Eliot,
you even start to measure.

In fact, I think
you're a plain-livered coward.

-[ Gasping ]

-Jay?

Jay, you all right?

-Get of out here.

[ Chokes ]

Leave me be.

-Looks like the pilgrim here
has a bone to pick.

-You've been fish-eying us
since we rode in.

-I don't know what you mean.

-Well, the way you look at us
sometimes,

like -- like you want
to say something.

Huh?

-Look, I'm not looking
for no trouble.

-Well, maybe
we offended you then.

Something you want to take up
with me?

-What's going on here?

-Well, now I say.

Well, now.

Our dog-eared deputy.

Nothing going on in this town

without you making it
a personal thing, huh?

-They pestering you some,
are they, Burke?

-No, I'm just moving on,
Festus.

-Well, now you sure
quick swing

the weight of that badge around,
don't you deputy?

-What is it
you're trying to say?

-I'm saying, dog-eared,

that you'd be
a whole lot more respectful

without that piece of tin
stuck to your shirt, deputy.

-Well, now, just don't let this
deputy badge hobble you none.

Whenever you get
to feeling froggy just hop on.

-Show me.

-Pa.

Pa!

It's Jay.

I think he's dead.

-Hold it right there, Mister.

-You better put that gun down.

I'm a United States Marshal.

-Well, now you're the one
I was waiting for, Marshal.

Suppose you drop your gun.

Nice and easy.

-Who are you?

-I'm a Proctor man.
You ever hear of him?

-What business the Judge
got in Dodge City?

-I wouldn't keep
asking questions

unless you figure on bucking
this rifle.

-I guess that wouldn't be
too smart, would it?

Now...

We'll just finish our little
talk on the way into Dodge.

-Jay.

Fella like that
just wouldn't listen.

Nothing anybody
could do for him.

-How about a doctor
that had some interest in him?

-I want to drop my foot
right in his mouth,

spur and all.

-Well, now.
Hold on here just a minute.

Seems to me like you've got
some other problems.

How you planning
on handling them?

-Well, Doc, whatever this badge
says I'm supposed to do,

that's what I'm gonna do.

-Glad to hear you say that,
Festus.

Now, that's the way
Matt handles it.

Let's that badge
do the talking,

not his temper,
you know.

-I very nearly let mine

scoot away from me out yonder,
didn't I?

-Well, sure --

-Judge wants to see
you two outside.

-Don't.

Unless you want to see Doc here
carried out feet first.

Party's outside.
You both got invites.

Move.

-Calls himself a doctor.

A man doesn't die in one night,
not from a chill.

Every paper in Missouri
is gonna be asking why your son

died in a Dodge jail
instead of being tended to.

And there won't be one paper
in Missouri

not asking what action you took.

-This town lacks law.

This town lacks people
willing to enforce the law.

It does not lack for spite,
for vindictiveness.

One man wears a badge,

locking my son in a jail

even though knowing he's signing
my son's death warrant.

-Oh, why don't you
talk some sense?

-Another father would simply
put a bullet into you,

but you're all equally guilty.

All protecting the man
you know we have come for.

You had to know who Talbot was.

-Talbot?

Are you talking
about Jim Talbot?

-Strange how nobody
remembers until now.

-Well, I don't know
what you're talking about,

but I know Jim Talbot.

He owned a lot of land
around Dodge.

Came out from Missouri
a few years back,

settled on some of it.

He was a recluse,
a strange sort of a fella,

nobody knew much about him

'cause he took sick a day or two
after he arrived

and sold all the land
through an eastern broker.

I remember him 'cause
I tended him at his death.

-Death?
-Died about three years ago.

-[ Sighs ]

-Come all the way to Dodge
for a dead man.

Now you'll be taking one back.

-Burn this town to the ground.

♪

-Move, move, move.

Go on!

Get, get! Let's go!
Let's go!

-Judge, if you're
after some sort of a reputation,

you may accomplish that
here tonight.

-A reputation for seeking
justice in the town of Dodge.

My son lost his life here.

-No, not lost.

He gave it away and you helped.

-Stay right where you are.
Nobody move.

Drop the gun and belts.

Don't try it, Judge,
I'm a United States Marshal.

-11 guns against 1 man.

You're not very prudent,
Marshal.

-The gun belts.

-There's no way he can come out
better than second best, Judge.

-He may be right, Judge,
but you'll be dead too.

-I don't count.

When you men leave here,
I'll be dead.

But you'll go on,
carrying on the work we started.

-I'd hoped to find
you more reasonable, Judge.

-My son lies dead in that jail.

-And killed by his own Pa.

That's right, Pa.
You killed him.

Jay's not dead by any other hand
but yours.

-That's enough, boy.

-You had more hate
than love for your sons, Pa.

You ain't even going over
to that jail to see Jay's body.

And now I'm gonna die
because I got to defend you.

Pa, that's got to be hate.

-I never wanted
anybody to die, son.

All right,
then put the gun down.

-How do we stand, Marshal?

-The only thing you're wanted
in Kansas for right now

is burning a wheat field.

That might be a good place
to leave it.

-We'll leave it there.

-No, no. You're not talking
for us, Judge.

-You'll be a man alone, Berber.

-No, you're the man alone.

-I've always taken
the responsibility

for what my men do.

And that's the way
it will continue.

-Step aside, Judge.

-All right. Up.

-Take their guns, Festus.

-Go on.

-Billy.

-[ Weakly ] I never --

I never hated my sons, boy.

Maybe I --

maybe I wanted to put off
seeing Jay

till the light of morning,

not wanting to believe
he's gone.

-It's all right, Pa.
It's all right.

-Because...

because a man's not
the smartest person in the world

doesn't mean he --

he hates the one he loves.

-Shh, Pa,
you shouldn't be talking.

-[ Chuckles weakly ]

-I think
the doctor's agreeing

that won't make
the difference.

You said, boy,

you didn't know
what it was all about.

Well, maybe
it wasn't about anything --

An echo from the war.

You've proven
that nobody goes back.

Something ahead is the...

-What are you doing there?

-Polishing up this here badge.

-What for?

-So as I can give it back
to Matthew

in as good a shape
as I got it in.

-Well, it's not necessary.

As much as it pains
me to say this, Festus,

that badge never got
one little bit tarnished

while it's been pinned
to your vest there.

Matt, the brightest thing
in Dodge City last night

was that badge shining up,
and that's the truth.

-I know, Doc.

-Well.

-Well, don't let it
go to your head.

Everything improves with age,
you know.

It's supposed to.

It's just one of the schemes
of things in nature.

Even your mule
is getting old enough now

to where he can kind of find
the way to his own oat pen.

-Now, why'd you have
to bring Ruth in?

You ain't gonna get me mad
today.

No, sir.

Fact is, I was gonna buy you
fellers breakfast this morning.

Steak and eggs, biscuits, gravy.

-Hey now,
that sound pretty good.

But, uh, how is it
you're feeling so rich?

-Oh, I got the answer for that,
all right.

You know the rumor
that's been going around

that he turns in
an expense voucher

to the town council every month?

Well, that's a little bit more
than a rumor.

Happens to be the truth
because last month,

an item showed up
on his expense voucher

for a new pair of britches.

And I got a surprise for you.

As head of the town council,

we're not buying you
any britches.

I'm hungry.
Let's go get that breakfast.

-Oh, all right.

Matthew, I can tell you
what happened there.

And I wouldn't have did that

if it hadn't have been
in the line of duty.

You remember when I went out
to serve that warrant for you

out at Arthur Dean's place?

And you know that big, old,
whiskeredy-jawed,

waggledy-tailed dog of his
that acts friendly?

Well, he ain't.

He glommed on the seat
of my britches

and just liked to tore 'em
clean off of me.

And if I hadn't have
went to work

and bought me a new
pair of britches

out of my own money,

why I'd have been a-runnin'
around Dodge

naked as a picked
prairie chicken.

Don't you see?

-Festus, uh,
we better get on over there.

Doc's gonna be expecting you
to buy his breakfast.

-Well, he can just sit there
and fiddle with his mustache.

If he ain't gonna get me
no new britches,

I ain't gonna buy him
no free breakfast.

Waddly old scudders.

♪

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