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♪

-Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

-You Riley Sharp, are you?

-That's right.

-Open up your mouth.

-[ Groans ]

I thank you.

[ Coughs ]

-Fill that up with water.

That feller out yonder on the street?

-Yeah?

-Get out there and get them hand irons off of him.

And get him out of that sun.

-Deputy, huh?

-I'm surprised you can see this little old badge

through all that foam.

-I thought Marshal Dillon was to pick him up.

-He got himself some other business.

If he seen the way

you was treatin' that prisoner out yonder,

he'd knock knots on your head faster than you can rub.

Now get up there and do what I say.

Now!

When did he get that hole in his leg?

-Four days back, he tried parting my head

with a cooking pot, escaping.

-If he wasn't such a valuable prisoner,

I'd have upped my aim a mite.

-Saved you a long ride if he had, Deputy.

-Is he still a-carrying your bullet there, is he?

-Nope. Barber back in Dry Creek dug it out.

-[ Grunts ]

-Hey, hey. Quit that.

Put it away.

-[ Panting ]

-All right.

Get astride of your horse.

-[ Groaning ]

-Now, let me tell you something, Mister.

If you're thinking about wrangling me,

you're gonna be riding all the way to Dodge

with your bare hide to the sun.

Do you hear me? -Don't you worry, now, Deputy.

There was just something in me that needed getting out.

-Deputy, you better sleep with your eyes open

and cozy to your gun, 'cause he's a handful.

-All right.

♪

-[ Sighs ]

-Sure grindin' axe.

-Whoa, whoa.

-Your leg bothering you, is it?

-Yeah, yeah. It's starting to fuss up some.

You don't happen to have any whiskey, do you, Deputy?

-[ Sighs ] I mean for this wound.

[ Sighs ] -Let's have a look at that.

Could sure use a clean wrapping rag, all right.

[ Horse neighs ]

-[ Groaning ]

-Now, you looky here.

You can go to Dodge any way you want to --

Hog-tied, drug, or spurred

till you're rawer than a possum belly.

But you're going to Dodge, all right.

-I had to try you. -Ah.

Yeah, and you try me one more time,

you'll wind up flatter than a wet sack on a slab.

Now get up and get on your horse.

Get up!

[ Birds calling ]

[ Insects chirping ]

-How come you ain't asked me about the money, Deputy?

Two guards back up the road,

that's all they ever talked about.

In prison, most everybody knows about it.

-Kind of hard for a feller not to hear about $25,000.

-Does have a certain ring, don't it?

Well, you gonna ask me about it or not?

-Marshal Dillon and Judge Brooker

will be asking you about that.

Way I heared it, the judge

has agreed to let you go free if you turn loose to that money.

And I figure they'll want to know the same thing as me.

If you got this money hid like you claim you have,

how come you been so long in giving it up?

-Eight years behind bars.

I was tough, and I fought them.

I thought I could go 13 years for $25,000.

But they break you, piece by piece.

First they take your spirit, then your dignity,

then finally your manhood.

All you're left with is survival, like an animal.

Then I start thinking of things like planting seed,

good ground,

watching it take, going out on a good horse every morning,

coming back to a good woman at night.

Start thinking about things like that,

they're more important than any amount of money.

[ Sighs ]

Do you ever notice the way a woman hums

when she's baking bread

and working around in her own kitchen?

Or when she's combing out her hair at night?

I like the sound of a woman humming, Deputy,

don't you?

Good night, Deputy.

-Night.

[ Grunting ]

[ Exhales ]

♪

-[ Exhales sharply ]

Deputy?

[ Groans ] Deputy!

[ Whimpering ]

-Well, what kind of a fool notion was this?

-It started to fuss on me.

And I -- I tried draining it.

-You've opened up a hole

big enough to drive a horse and buggy through.

It's all festered up there.

And if we don't get you to a real doctor,

you're just liable to be minus the leg.

-Maybe we could try the house we passed up the road a piece.

-All the same, we ain't gonna get you to Dodge.

-[ Groaning ]

-Now, you hold that till I break camp and get the horses saddled.

Hold it tight.

-Yeah.

[ Rattling ]

[ Groaning continues ]

[ Horse whinnies ]

[ Knock on door ]

-Yes.

-Evening, ma'am.

Sure hate bothering you like this.

But this here feller's hurt pretty bad.

I'd be ever so much obliged for your help.

-Oh, yes. Y-yes, of course.

Bring him here.

-Easy, now.

-Oh.

-Loosen that up a little bit.

-What's the matter, ma'am?

Ain't you ever seen a man with handcuffs before?

[ Thud ]

-Who are these men?

-Henry, this man is hurt.

-Woman, that's none of your concern.

Who are you?

-Name is Festus Haggen, Deputy Marshal out of Dodge.

-He a prisoner?

-That's right.

-I don't want him in my house. -Henry.

-Man's a criminal.

-But he can't be moved.

-Shut up. Now get him out of here.

-Just hold on, Mister.

Now, this here badge says

that I can order you to help out if needs be.

Don't look like you're giving me too much room

to be polite about it.

-That's right. I'm not.

-Well, if you ain't willing to help out,

you're shackling the law.

And I can throw you in the hoosegow

just like this here feller.

Now, I'm a-gettin' kind of short on polite

and long on cussedness.

He's a-stayin' right here.

-Henry.

[ Door slams ]

-Sure appreciate it, ma'am, if you could get us some hot water.

-Yes, of course.

-Looks like we're not welcome here, Deputy.

-Well, you don't get touchy about welcome

when you're bleeding like a stuck hog.

Much obliged, ma'am.

-I hope you'll forgive my husband.

-Oh, that's all right, ma'am.

-Yes.

[ Footsteps ]

Timmy.

Come here.

This is my son -- Timmy.

Timmy, this is Mr. -- I'm sorry, I've forgotten.

-Haggen. Festus Haggen, ma'am.

-Yes, Mr. Haggen.

And, uh, this is...

-Riley Sharp.

-Mr. Sharp.

-Where's Pa?

-He's busy.

Hey, how'd you get those hands so dirty

just since suppertime, huh?

Come on. We have to get them clean.

We better wash them up, or else you can't have any pie.

Let's roll up your sleeves.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Have, uh -- have you gentlemen had supper?

Would you like me to fix you something?

-Oh, yes'm, we -- we done that on the trail.

Much obliged.

-Well, perhaps you'll have, uh, some pie with us, then.

-Sure does smell mighty tempting, ma'am.

-Good.

Okay. All clean now.

-[ Snoring ]

♪

[ Snorting ]

[ Exhales ]

[ Snores ]

[ Rooster crows ]

[ Footsteps ]

Now, the main thing is to get yourself

a big, fat worm or a lively, little, old grasshopper.

Are you fast enough to catch a lively grasshopper, are you?

Morning, ma'am. -Good morning.

-Mr. Haggen's teaching me how to fish.

-Really? -Oh, he's doing plumb good too,

just as good as if he'd a-did it his whole life, pretty near.

-That's wonderful.

-Get over here and see if we can bait this hook.

-Good morning.

-Morning, ma'am.

You look tired.

-I didn't sleep well.

How's your leg?

-It throbbed a mite last night.

-Sorry.

-Riley, how's that leg feeling this morning?

-Not so good.

-Oh, I think I better change this bandage.

-It sure looks like it needs a clean one.

We'd appreciate it, ma'am.

-What made that hole in his leg, Ma?

-Timmy, I never did tell you about that big old catfish

I caught, did I?

Why, he was bigger than a rhinoceros horn.

[ Speaks indistinctly ]

-[ Grunts ]

-[ Speaking indistinctly ]

-I'm sorry.

-[ Sighs ]

You don't hum.

-What?

-When a woman's working in her house,

in her own kitchen,

she hums a tune if she's happy.

You don't hum.

[ Grunts ]

-And I'll never forget that day.

See -- Matthew -- he sent me over to check on

and pick up this here prisoner.

And there's this here little old pond outside town.

And I heared about this big stuff, see?

So I thought, "Well, I'll just...

-Ellie.

I'm telling you to stay away from him.

Don't you go near him again.

-Decker, what's the matter with you?

-It's one thing coming into my house,

another, my wife fussing over him.

He's your prisoner. Youtend him!

♪

[ Door closes ]

[ Insects chirping ]

-Might help you some

to get these hand irons off of you.

He could sure use some more cold water, ma'am.

He's just a-feverin' up something awful, burning up.

-That barber in Dry Creek wasn't such a good doctor.

Must have picked that bullet out with a dirty knife.

-This could be the blood poisoning set in.

Fellers that shot him, they were just...

-He's a murderer.

You brought a murderer in my house, Mister.

I rode to Dodge and did some asking around.

A few years back, he and two other men

robbed the freight office

and, uh, killed a clerk in cold blood.

You, uh -- you want to hold his hand now?

I don't want a murderer in my house.

You -- you get him out of here now.

-Fever's took him.

I ain't a-movin' him till he gets doctored.

-The nearest doctor's in Dodge.

-I know that -- Doc Adams.

I'm asking you to fetch him for me.

-For a murderer and outlaw trash? No.

-Then I'm ordering you to fetch him.

-No.

I wouldn't cross the road for his likes.

Now, you -- you could lock me up,

do anything you want. I'm not moving a finger.

[ Scoffs ]

I figure no judge would go too hard on me

for refusing to help a murderer.

-Anything happens to this feller while I'm gone,

I'm fixing to peel a mess of hide off of your carcass.

Riley, you just hold on.

I'll get back with Doc as quick as I can.

Appreciate it, ma'am, if you'll look after him for me.

-You're through fussing over him, Ellie.

How long were you in prison, Sharp?

Eight years, I heard.

Eight years.

I imagine, after all that time, coming into this house

is gonna make the next five years a lot harder.

I guess it's dependent if you give that money back.

He's rich, Ellie. $25,000.

That's how much he got

after he -- after he killed that clerk.

Got it hid.

5 years, 20 years, what's the difference?

What's the difference?

He's a murderer.

I'm putting you in the barn.

-No, no, you can't. It's too col-- [Gasps]

-The barn it is.

-That's good. I see you understand.

You go on up, Ellie. Wait for me.

-[ Breathing heavily ]

-Hey, I don't want to put you out like this.

But there comes a time

when a man and woman want to be alone.

♪

-Why did you let me think you were dead all this time?

-It doesn't matter now.

-Oh, it matters.

Timmy is your son.

-Eight years ago, a man came to the house.

And he said that you'd been drowned,

that he saw the current sweep your body away.

-I sent him. -Why?

-13 years, Ellie.

You would've had to wait for me for 13 years.

And then you would've been saddled with a convict.

I had to do it, Ellie.

I had to give you a chance for a new life.

Then I heard you was married.

And I thought that best,

till I heard what kind of a man you married.

-How did you hear? -A fellow named Jed,

he worked here as a hand for a while.

He was my cellmate.

He came back and told me what he saw.

-I-In the beginning, Henry was kind,

and he was gentle.

I -- I thought he loved me.

But it turns out, all he was ever after was the ranch.

Nine years ago, I married a man named Bill Crawford.

And as far as I'm concerned, I'm still married to him.

-No, I still got five years ahead of me.

-Then why did you come back?

-To rid you of Decker.

-To kill him?

-That'd be the one sure way to do it, wouldn't it?

-Bill?

The clerk -- did you kill him?

-No.

One of the others did that -- Owens.

Clerk walked in on us. And Owens, he panicked.

-The others?

-Ranchers like myself, just as desperate.

A posse killed them.

And that killed any chance that we had for a life.

I'm sorry, Ellie.

That drought backed me up against the wall.

And I was mortgaged to the hilt, needed money for water rights.

-Bill, we were married.

That doesn't mean just when things are good.

We could've started all over again.

We were young.

We could've done anything together.

-I know that now.

Eight years ago, I couldn't think so clear.

You better go on back now.

[ Door barred ]

-I was going out to get you.

Next, you'll be cozying up

to every saddle tramp passing through.

What happened out there?

What's between you and that killer?

-[ Gasps ] -What?!

-He's my husband.

-I thought your husband was dead.

-So did I.

-Ah.

I suppose you're -- you're gonna claim now

that our marriage wasn't legal,

that I just got to clear out.

Well, I'm not leaving.

I got too much sunk into this ranch,

eight years of sweat.

-This ranch doesn't belong to you.

It belongs to me.

And it belongs to that man out there.

-But it was -- it was dying.

It was falling apart.

Come out of nowhere, sending me packing.

[ Scoffs ] No.

No.

-No, no, don't kill him! [ Screams ]

♪

-Ma?

Ma?

-She told me.

-You hurt her, and I'll --

-Go on, come at me.

That's what I'll tell that deputy when he gets back

and finds you dead.

Alive, you're a spur in my gut.

You just might get off someday, come back,

and claim what you think is yours -- Ellie, the ranch.

-How much will it take, Decker? $25,000?

I know you.

You're a vulture, perched out on a limb waiting,

till you saw Ellie, a widow expecting a baby,

no money or means of support for the ranch.

And you swooped in.

Well, I know that you worked hard. It shows.

$25,000 ought to more than make up for it.

-You'd be willing to spend five more years in prison

on Ellie's account?

-I came here to kill you, Decker.

That boy in there, he changed all that.

I'm offering you five years of my life.

You can spend that money in Mexico.

-Mexico agrees with me real good.

-I want you out of here tonight.

-As soon as I see that money.

-I'll draw you a map.

-Unh-unh. You'll take me to it.

You send me on a wild goose chase, I come back,

you'll be waiting for me [speaks indistinctly]

-That's your style, Decker, not mine.

-You'll take me.

Hand over the money, and I'll be riding for Mexico.

Now, if we don't get a move on,

that deputy will be back tomorrow.

You'll be going back to prison.

And I'll still be here.

[ Thud ]

[ Hoofs trotting ]

♪

-[ Breathing heavily ]

-Show me.

-Want to help me get some of these boards up?

[ Gun cocks ]

-[ Chuckles ]

You didn't think I'd leave you alive

to tell who had the money, did you?

-You couldn't be lower to the ground if you was a snake,

Decker.

-I can't figure you.

You're even willing to die for that woman and boy

and give up $25,000 in the doing.

[ Chuckles ] Well, you're dying for nothing.

I'm not going anywhere.

I'm staying on the ranch with Ellie, spend the money

at my own leisure -- a little here, a little there.

Ellie won't even know I got it. She'll think like the law.

They'll think you got it, disappeared into Mexico.

-[ Hisses ]

Aah!

-Ah.

-[ Grunts ]

-You can yell till your lungs give.

Nobody will hear.

A few hours, this will be your grave.

-[ Whimpers ]

-Festus?

Festus, where's your prisoner?

-Never mind, Burke.

-Festus?

Festus, the freight company are counting on

getting their money back.

Festus, if he's escaped -- -Doc?

-Doc's not here.

-Well, where's he at?

-Well, there was a shooting over in Spareville.

And he and the marshal went there.

Well, what do you want Doc for?

-Riley Sharp's been shot. -Shot?

You mean you shot him? -No, Ididn't shoot him, Burke.

-Festus, if he dies, that money will never be recovered.

He was your responsibility. -Burke, if you don't

quit your blabbering -- now, get over there

and get me some medicine for pain-killing

and something for blood poisoning.

Go on. Get.

I want you to get a new window put in here

before Doc gets back, you hear me?

-Festus?!

[ Hooves galloping ]

[ Door closes ]

-Bill?

Bill?

Bill?

Where is he?

Where's my husband?

-I told you, he's gone.

He didn't care about you or that boy, only the money.

-No, he wouldn't do that.

[ Hooves galloping ]

-Whoa.

-Please help me. My husband's gone.

No.

Riley Sharp is my husband.

-Her husband. She's loco.

I'm her husband. You know it and I know it.

-Riley Sharp is my husband.

His name is Crawford -- Bill Crawford.

He's my husband and Timmy's father.

-Where's he at?

-Why are you asking me?

-'Cause I got a feeling you know where he's at.

Now, that feller's got blood poisoning bad.

I don't get to him quick, he's liable to die.

Where's he at?

-He's probably halfway to Mexico by now.

She took a shine to him.

She must have slipped him a gun,

'cause when I went out to the barn --

-Barn? -I moved him out there.

You saw the way the two of them were looking at each other,

Deputy.

Anyway, when I got out there, he had a gun.

And he got on a horse and rode out.

Now, you can go out there and look.

You won't see that horse that he came in on still out there.

-He wouldn't run away. You killed him.

-Timmy, did you see anything last night?

Well, go on. Tell me if you did.

There ain't nobody gonna hurt you.

-Timmy, if you know something, tell him.

-I seen him beat up Mom last night,

and I seen him ride out with that man.

-Riley Sharp?

See anything else?

-I seen him come back real late last night by himself.

-[ Chuckles ]

Oh, he's -- he's just a boy.

They're always making up tall tales.

-Where did you and Sharp go to?

-The old MacGregor mine.

-How'd you know that, Timmy?

-His boots.

I used to play there till he gave me a really bad whipping

for tracking all that black stuff into the house.

-Charcoal.

That old mine burned out a few years back.

Timmy used to play there.

-Decker, you're taking me there.

-I told you he's not there.

-We're going just the same, ain't we?

-[ Chuckles ]

Sure, Deputy. I'll take you there.

The fresh air would do us both good.

-I want to go, too. -No, ma'am.

You stay here and look after Timmy.

We'll be back directly.

♪

-[ Breathing heavily ]

-Ma?

Is that man my father -- Riley Sharp?

-Yeah.

He's your father.

And his name is Crawford -- Bill Crawford.

Same as yours.

-Ma?

Let's go to the mine.

-[ Chuckles ]

-This is as far as I'm going.

No telling when it might cave in.

Even breathing will set it off.

-I ain't listening to no more of your nonsense.

Go on. -He's not here!

That story Ellie and that brat fed you --

-Show me where he's at. -Deputy,

you're wasting your time. This mine's dangerous.

-Now, I'm telling you -- -Deputy?

Deputy?

Deputy?

-Riley?

-Deputy, I'm here.

-Riley?

-Underneath those boards.

How's Ellie?

-She's fine. I left her just a little bit ago.

Here, get this rope. Tie it around you.

And get yourself a good, tight hold.

♪

Just get it around your good leg.

[ Grunting ]

Easy, now.

You all right? Watch your leg there.

-[ Speaks indistinctly ]

-Get this over here.

-You wait right here. -Yes, Ma.

-[ Sighs ]

Put that gun down, woman.

-No.

-Ellie. -Where's my husband?

Stop. [ Gun cocks ]

I'll shoot.

-No, you won't.

You're not the killing kind.

No matter what, I -- I was still your husband.

You couldn't shoot.

Now, Ellie, give me the gun.

-Where is he?

-Right here.

Now, where's that money at, Decker?

-Money?

-Oh, he took it, all right,

left me down at the bottom of the shaft to get it.

-His word, a convicted murderer, against mine?

-He's lying, Deputy.

I left it down there in a pair of saddlebags.

-No way to prove it. -Yes, there is.

He was carrying saddlebags when he came back last night.

Had them when he went into the barn,

didn't when he came out.

-You're lying, boy.

-You've nothing to be afraid of, son.

-I'm not lying.

♪

-Well, I'm not sure that I understand it,

but you're gonna be all right.

Pretty close to a miracle, though.

-Oh, well, us Haggens, we come by doctoring natural.

I have saw many a time when a doctor just plumb give up.

And I would say -- -Oh, shut up.

-Well, it's all worked out for the best anyway, Riley.

What with Judge Brooker pardoning you and all.

-Miss Crawford,

you and Timmy can stay here for a little while.

But then I'd like for him to get some rest.

-All right, Doctor. Thank you.

-Good luck, Riley.

-Festus, thanks a lot.

-Oh, fiddle. Wasn't nothing at all.

[ Chuckles ]

Like my aunt used to say, "It don't make no never mind

what happens alongst the way as long as there's a warm fire

and some...and vittles when you get to the end of the trail."

-Matt, I want you to arrest him.

-What?

-I want him arrested for breaking and entering,

practicing medicine without a license,

malpractice, humbuggery, and just -- just plain old

jeopardizing the life and limb of a fellow human being.

-Doc?

-What'd you use to sew up that wound with?

-Well -- -What'd you use?!

Answer me.

-Well, I -- I just used

the onliest thing I could -- fishing line.

-Fishing line, you see?

That's why I want you right now to take him and --

oh, forget it.

-You mean you, uh, you don't want me to arrest him now?

-No, no, I've changed my mind.

-I'd think you would. -Wouldn't do any good.

There's no jury in the world that would convict him

and put him in jail where he belongs for that.

I'll tell you what they might do, however.

They just might recommend that his brain

be removed and pickled and sent to some school of medicine

so they can study it for --

that wouldn't do any good either, come to think of it.

I have, in all of my practice,

never seen a microscope that was strong enough

to examine a little pea brain like that.

Fishing line!

Matt, I want to tell you something.

I have worked hard all my life. I have worked hard.

And I think, now, in the twilight of my days,

I deserve a little something better than this.

I think that it ought to be so that I don't have

to be pestered by a pea brain like that hanging around all...

[ Door closes ] -Pea brain?

Why, that blabberty-mouth old scudder,

here I go, smack him full of...

[ Muffled speaking ]

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