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

[ Door closes ]

[ Door opens ]

[ Door closes ]

- You know,
Louie, I could use some help.

- I earned enough for now, Sam.

Besides,

Miss Kitty said, expressly,
I shouldn't overdo myself.

- Well, you're certainly
not doin' that.

- Louie.
- Festus.

- Sam.
- Hi, Festus.

- Whew!

She's hotter than a jug
full of red ants out there, Sam.

- It's hot in here, too --
for those of us who are workin'.

- It's a quiet day,
nothin' much to do and all.

- Who's got nothin' to do?

- Matthew.

He sure don't need
me helpin' him do that.

- Well, that makes sense.

- 'Course,
there ain't no deputyin' to do

or nothin' like that.

- Well, I tell you what, Festus.

I've got about 30 cases
of whiskey back

there that needs movin'.

I got to make room
for 15 barrels

of beer that needs stored.

Now, if you'd like
to earn 50 cents or so,

you could go right back there
to start in.

- I'd like to help you out, Sam,

but, uh, I -- I can't.

- I thought you
was lookin' for work.

- Oh, no. No, no.

See, I got to keep myself ready

in case Matthew
needs me to do some deputyin',

in case there was
to be some trouble breakin' out.

Just supposin' somebody
should want to come in here

to rob you, wouldn't I look
like a ninny back

there wrasslin' around --

Much obliged.

'Course, now, any other time,

I'd be Johnny on the spot.

And it wouldn't cost you a penny
neither.

I ain't gonna charge no friend
for helpin' him out.

No sirree.

Well, Louie.

- Oh, the world's
in a terrible state, Festus --

a terrible state.

Indian wars up in the north,
Indian wars in the south, west,

robberies, killin's --

all sorts of terrible things.

- It just makes a feller
glad that he can't read.

- Glad?

- There you are a-readin'
that old newspaper.

And all you're doin' is a-takin'
on all the problems

and troubles of somebody else.

And then you still
got your own to fret on.

Well, I'll tell you --
I'm glad I can't read.

I'm just glad.

- I see what you mean.

- 'Course you do.

- Tch, tch, tch, tch, tch.

- Oh, that bad, is it?

- Frank Reardon.

- Frank Reardon?
Did he kill another 'un?

- Run 'em down near Cawker City.

- Cawker City?

That there's in Kansas.

- What's in here.

- Well, I'm just glad that I
ain't got him on my heels.

Now, that there'd be
a real problem.

- Amen to that.

- The way I figure it,
that leaves...

Well,
there's just four of 'em left.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What in thunder
is the matter with you?

Idiots.

Hyah.
[ Clicks tongue ]

- Can't you stay outside
and keep watch?

- You keep watch yourself.

- Do like I say.

- One day, I'm gonna kill him.

- It's the worst thing
Reardon done to us.

- What?

- He's got us
hatin' each other's guts.

- Put some grub on the side --
bacon, coffee, some beans.

Buy you a drink?

- No, thank you.

- You get that many offers
to be so choosy, hmm?

- Please, let me go.

- Just tryin' to be friendly.

Figured maybe things being
all that quiet around here...

- Hey, Bradford, leave her be.

- Little drink, little talk,
maybe, huh?

- Please.

- Blast you.
That's what got us into this.

- It don't blizzard
in Kansas summer.

Now, once more, real polite.

- Back.

[ Men grunting, clatter ]

[ Horse neighs ]

- It's him.
It's Reardon.

- Cover the back.

- Hey, come on!
Get up! Get up! Get up!

It's Reardon.

[ Horse grunts ]

- I don't see nothin'.

- He was out there.

- Then we'll find him.

This time,
we'll stand and fight.

- Ain't the first time
you said that.

Tried it when they got
Muller and Henry.

You run off
faster than any of us.

- Then stay here.

I'll face him alone.

Reardon.

Reardon, where are you?

I'll fight you.

But it wasn't me.

I didn't hurt your squaw.

- Maybe.

But you didn't help her, either.

She let you all
in from that blizzard.

You sure didn't protect her.

- [ Screams ]

Ohh!

- He's over there.

[ Horse whinnies ]

- [ Whimpering ]

- What's the matter?

Are you hurt?

Let me take a look.

Now, don't be scared.

I'm not gonna hurt you.
I'm not one of them.

Let me take a look.

Now, listen, it's nothin'.

Don't you worry about it.
It was just a scratch.

I'm sorry you got mixed up
in this.

- Whoa, there. Whoa.

- Doctor --

- Get out of my way.
- What's the matter with you?

- A bunch of maniacs runnin'
around on the public roadways.

They ought to be horse-whipped.

- What are you talkin' about?
- None of your business.

- You hear about Frank Reardon?

- What about him?

- Well, I was over at the
Long Branch a few minutes ago,

and I was talkin'
to Festus and Louie,

and they were tellin' me
about Frank Reardon.

You know him, don't you?
- Yes, I know him.

- Well, you know he's in Kansas?

- No. I didn't know that.

- Seems a little spooky.
- Spooky?

- Well, look, Doc,
I know there's been all kinds

of renegades and killin's
in and out of Dodge,

but from what I hear,
he's a mad dog.

- A mad dog?!
Frank Reardon?

Burke, what in thunder's
the matter with you?

- He'd soon as shoot you
in the back as look at you.

Look, how many has he shot --
8, 9, 10?

- As a peace officer.

- I'm talkin' about since
he's been chasin' these --

- Wait a minute, Burke.

Frank Reardon,
accordin' to what I hear,

has killed three men.

And eyewitnesses say
they all drew first.

- You're sayin'
that makes it right?

- I'm not sayin'
anything of the kind.

I don't condone killing
any more than the next one,

but it makes an awful --
- Howdy, Doc.

- Oh, hello, Louie.

- Doc, I gotta tell ya --

- Yeah,
but Burke beat you to it.

- Louie, you please take care
of my rig for me?

- Sure thing.
- Thank you.

- How'd he take it?
- How'd he take what?

- The news of Frank Reardon.

- How does he take anything
he doesn't like to hear?

- I've always found
it depends on who tells him.

- Look, I don't have to
take it from you, too.

- [ Vocalizing ]

- Well!

I might have known it was you.

You are an absolute
and utter walking catastrophe.

Ever since the day
you first set foot in this town,

it's been nothing
but complete chaos!

There's no place I can get
away from you in Dodge City.

There's just no place
I can hide.

Neither snow nor rain
nor heat nor gloom of night

can stop these couriers
in the swift completion

of their appointed rounds,

but Festus Haggen can!

- It ain't snowin'
or rainin', Doc.

- Oh, for Heaven's sake.

- Poor old scamp.

The years are sure
a-haunchin' up on him.

Brain's a-gettin' all muddly.

Snow in the middle of August?

Pfft!

- All right, boys.
Back up.

What's happened?

- Marshal,
we gotta get outta here.

- We'll talk about that later.
What happened to him?

- Been shot, Matt.

Let's get him up to the office.
Festus? Louie?

- Be careful with that shoulder.
- Watch it.

- We was over to Willow Creek.

- You ever hear
of Frank Reardon, Marshal?

- Yeah, I've heard of him.
He's a friend of mine.

Now get your hands up.

All right, on your feet.

Jail's right over that way.

- We didn't do nothin'.

- I'd call drawin' a gun
on a marshal something.

- Now, uh, how good a friend
is this Reardon?

- He's as good a friend
as I got.

Let's go.

- Well, I can't seem to find
anything on the Wanted posters

on you two.

- You figured there would be?

- I was hopin'.

- Oh, I told you, we ain't done
nothin' the law can hold us for,

includin' what happened to
that squaw that Reardon married.

- If there was proof,

how come he don't make no charge
against us?

The heart of Frank Reardon.

[ Chuckles ]

Next thing you know, they'll be
makin' a song about it.

- Made a hero
out of a rotten killer.

That's what they done.

They believed his lies,
made a hero out of him.

- Suppose you tell me
the true story.

- What's the use?
You wouldn't believe me anyhow.

- What was it happened
at Willow Creek?

- Reardon gunned down Keith
in cold blood.

- I don't believe it.

- Yeah, he -- he's a friend
of yours, you said.

That the reason you ain't
headin' over to Willow Creek

to get him?

- Look, Marshal, he's gonna
be here lookin' for us.

You gotta protect us.
That's your job.

- Yeah, you got to keep us here
under protective custody.

- Don't you worry about that,
mister.

You're not goin' anywhere till
I had a chance to talk to Frank.

- Well, you'll be all right
in a couple of days.

- I'm still alive.

- It's not that bad.

You're lucky --
went clean through.

- How much do I owe you?

- $2.

- Here you are, Doc.

- Thank you.

- So, the story
of Frank Reardon's hunt

got all the way down here,
did it?

- There ain't many places
it ain't got.

- Yeah.

Well, I had no part
in what started it.

- Just lie down there and rest
for a minute.

I'm gonna step outside.
Festus.

- You don't believe me.

- Mister, I've known
Frank Reardon a good many years.

I just met you.

- Looks like Reardon's hunt's
purty near over, don't it?

- Yeah -- of all places,
Dodge City.

- What do you mean by that?

- Well, I'm thinkin' about Matt.
That puts him in a bad spot.

- Yeah.

- I'll be doggone.

- What's the matter?

- Well, that's him.

That's Frank Reardon
right there.

Frank, how are you?

- Hello, Doc.

- Been a long time.

Say hello to Festus Haggen.
Festus, this is Frank Reardon.

- Mr. Reardon.
- Hi.

How's Matt?

- Oh, he's fine.
He's just fine.

- I'll be lookin' in on him
in a while.

- Festus and I were on our way
to the Long Branch

to have a beer --

- Later, Doc.

- Well, now, you know Kitty's
gonna be upset if you -

- Have you seen three men
ride into town last hour or so?

- Awful lot of men
ride in and out of Dodge, Frank.

- One of these'd have a hole
in him.

Figure you're the likely one
he'd head for.

- You do, huh?

- Well?

- Well, what?

- Got to admire you, Doc.

Worst liar in all of Kansas.

Never did enough of it
to know how.

- Go get Matt.

- Sorry you did that, Doc.

Was kind of hopin' Matt could
have been kept out of this.

- You know better than that,
Frank.

This is Matt's territory.

Frank, I don't know whether
those men need killin' or not.

- They do.

- All right.
I'll take your word for it.

Still not your place to do it.

- Whose place is it, Doc?

- The law.

- Not the way I see it.

- Reardon's came in
over at Doc's.

- Marshal.

- Festus, keep an eye on them,
will you?

- No need for me to tell you
how Matt's gonna stand on this.

- I guess I picked
the worst place in the world

to finally settle it.

- Hello, Frank.

- Matt.

Time's been good to you.

How's Kitty?

- She's fine.

Why don't we go on in
and say hello to her?

- Maybe later.

- She'll be anxious to see you.

- Yeah.

I know they're here, Matt.

Figure one of them
to be up there.

- I got the other two
in jail, Frank.

- Give 'em to me.

- You know I can't do that.

- This is somethin'
that's gotta be done.

- What's gotta be done
is for you

to make some kind
of charges, Frank.

- No.

All I am, all I ever been
says it's gotta be my way.

- Where's that leave us?

- Doc.

You knew Maria.
You understand.

- No, Frank.

Not this, I don't.

- Frank.

I want you to get back
on that horse, turn around,

and ride outta Dodge.

- You wanna think that over?

- No, I don't.

- Matt, I'm faster'n you.

- You always were.

- They're not worth
your gettin' killed for.

- Well, now
you're talkin' sense.

- Stay out of it, Matt,
or I'll gun you. I mean it.

- Matt.

Frank, do you have any idea
what you're doin'?

Now, you better listen to me
because I'm gonna

say some things that Maria
would say if she were here.

- But she's nothere, Kitty.

She's not here
because they killed her.

- You're gonna make it up to her
by killin' your best friend?

- You always did make
a kind of sense to me, Kitty.

[ Sighs ]

I can wait for 'em just as well
outside of town.

[ Gunshot ]

- Back.

Hold it.

- Don't shoot me.
- Drop the gun.

[ Gun thuds ]

- I got him.

- Yeah, you got him,
all right -- in the back.

- So it's over.

- Mister, if he dies,
you're gonna hang for this.

- Jury hears my story,
they'll never hang me.

- Get over there.

- It was him that done it,
Matthew?

- Yeah, it was, Festus.

- You good-for-nothin'
back-shootin' --

- Festus, take it easy, now.

- I'm bleeding.

- Mister,
the way I feel right now,

you're lucky you're alive
to do some bleedin'.

Festus, get him outta here.

- You heared him. Go on.
- Doc, help me. I'm bleeding.

- Just hush up.
- Doc, please!

- Doc's busy!
Hush up, now.

- What do you think, Doc?

- Well,
I don't know anything yet.

But I'll try.
I'll do the best I can.

You know that.

Yes, sir, so you can face
each other in the street again

so next time, it'll be
yourbullet in him, maybe,

or maybe his bullet in you.

Oh, yes,
you bet I'll do the best I can.

- Matt?

- Hmm?

- Doc said he'd let us know
as soon as he knew somethin'.

- Yeah.

- I think now is a good time
for another drink on the house.

Sam.

- You know, Kitty,

I think you came along at just
about the right time out there.

I think you saved
a bad situation.

- Oh, I-I don't think Frank
would have gone through with it.

- He's -- He's a driven man now.

He's just lost all his reason
over this thing.

- [ Sighs ]

She sure was the prettiest bride
I ever saw.

- You know, Kitty, nobody really
knows what happened to her.

- I'm willing
to take Frank's word for it.

- Most people are.

- Except you.

- Well, I can't afford
to let him kill three men

just to prove my friendship
to him.

[ Door opens ]

How is he, Doc?

- Well, that's why I came down
here to see you, Matt.

I knew you'd be anxious.

I...

I don't know.

- You look awful worried.

- Well, I am.

- Well, is there anybody
up there with him?

- Oh, yes.
Yes, Newly's up there.

Matt, I'm gonna turn that Keith
over to you in the morning.

- All right.

- You look tired. Why don't you
sit down and have a drink?

- No, thanks, Kitty.

I'm just gonna run down
to Del Monico's and grab a bite.

I'll see you in the morning.

- Thanks, Doc.

- All right,
here's your vittles.

Come on, take a hold of 'em.

- Hey.

Is he dead?

Reardon -- is he dead?

- No, he ain't dead.

He's hurt bad.

[ Both chuckle ]

Oh, come on, jabber, jabber,
jabber, the both of you.

- This is celebratin' time,
Deputy --

the end of seven long months
of runnin'.

- Just don't you go a-dancin'
on Reardon's grave yet,

'cause he's a long ways
from dyin'.

- Well, you just said he was.

- I said he was hurt bad,
and he is.

But old Doc ain't got
all of his licks in yet.

And he's got a heap to say
about his dyin'.

Little time and a little rest.

- [ Chuckles ] You don't sound
too certain about that, deputy.

- Oh, you two muttonheads
make me about half sick.

- Hear that, Cane?

We made it -- free at last.

- Yeah, well, I'll stop worryin'
when Reardon's buried,

not before.

And until he's stretched out,

why, we're gonna be
lookin' back over our shoulder

no matter where we ride to,

just like we've been doin'
for the last seven months.

Deputy says all he needs
is rest and a little time.

- Well...

we'll just have to see
that he don't get either one.

- Look like you put
'tundas in that one, Doc.

- Well, Frank,
I'll tell you,

this wound is not healin'
fast enough to suit me.

Just don't like
the way it looks.

- I don't like the way it feels.

- No, I guess not.

You want some Laudin?

- I do not.

I've been slowed down enough
as it is.

- You've been completely stopped
for a while.

- I'm not stopped
until it's over.

- Well, I just don't
understand you at all, Frank.

- Couldn't expect you to, Doc.

All anybody ever saw
when they looked at her

was an Indian.

[ Sighs ]

A squaw.

But she was my wife.

And they'd well treat her right.

That's why we left Hays.

She didn't want me fightin'
on account of her.

Didn't matter to her
where we went,

just so long as we was together.

Went as far away as we could.

Northern Montana.

Nobody in 50 miles.

We was happy, Doc.

'Bout as happy
as human animals can get.

I finally got
a few head of beef together

and drove 'em into Butte.

Early blizzard hit
while I was gone.

Seven of them --
freezin', dyin' from cold...

came by the cabin.

She -- she forgot
they'd call her "squaw."

Could have kept the door bolted,

but -- but she let 'em in
and she fed 'em,

let 'em warm by...

by our fire.

They paid her back.

They got her so scared...
that she ran out.

They -- They wouldn't let her
back in, Doc, unless she'd...

[ Sighs deeply ]

I found her when I got back.

And I buried 'em both.

- Both?

- She was carryin' my baby.

After I get 'em all...

well, they'll have paid some
for what they done.

- What about the law?

- Doc...

...if I'd told the law,

what would they have got for
runnin' a squaw into the snow?

- It's too bad
you didn't bother to find out.

- So you think I'm wrong.

- Yes, Frank,
I think you're dead wrong.

- Know the Bible, Doc?

- Some.

- You got one?

- Never without one.

- Get it.

Look up Exodus,
chapter 21, verse 22.

When you find it, read it to me.

The words are burned
into my head,

but I'd like to hear them
said out loud.

- "If men strive together
and hurt a woman with child

so that her fruit depart
and yet no harm follow,

he shall be surely fined

according as the woman's husband
shall lay upon him.

And he shall pay
as the judges determine."

- Go on, Doc.

"But if any harm follow..."

- "But if any harm follow,

then thou shall give
life for life,

eye for eye, tooth for tooth,
hand for hand, foot for foot."

- Now, tell me again

that I don't have the right
to take their lives.

- Frank...

I guess
when a man tries hard enough,

he can find ways to justify
just about anything he does.

But if you're countin' on livin'
as long as I have

and you really believe
in this book, then I'd suggest

you take a good, hard, long look
into yourself

before you try to ease
your conscience with this.

[ Door opens ]

- Ain't fair puttin' me in here.

Self-defense all it was.

- Aw, what are you
talkin' about?

Reardon had his back
turned to ya.

He didn't have his hand
no place near his pistol.

How do you figure self-defense?

- Well, you know
what he was intendin' to do.

- [ Scoffs ]
Go on. Just go on.

Get in there. Hush up.

- Hey, wait a minute.
Open up here.

You got no cause
to keep us in here.

- Well, the keepin'
was at your askin'.

- That was before Keith here
put a bullet in Reardon.

Now ask now.

- Just about the way
Matthew had it figured.

Said if you wanted out,
you could get out.

I tell you what I'd do
if I was you.

I wouldn't just stop
at gettin' out of jail.

I'd get right on out of town --
both of you.

- I'm payin' high
for your head start.

- Yeah, we're much obliged
to you for that, Keith.

Indeed we are.

- I gun him.

I'm the only one
who tried to help his wife.

- Well, now, I guess that's
just about right, ain't it?

- The corner window up there.

- Sure pays bein' a friend
of the marshal.

- Yeah.

- Get yourself
a nice, comfortable room.

- Well, time we got ourselves
throwed out of town.

- Long as we don't get ourselves
throwed back in jail.

- All the marshal wants
is to be rid of us.

Safest thing is
to let him think we're gone.

Just leave it to me.

- He couldn't tell Matt
to stand aside 'cause --

'cause he shouldn't.

And you couldn't tell Frank
to just forget it,

'cause he wouldn't.

- Can't Frank see it?

She'd be the first one
to tell him to stop.

- Kitty, a man does
somethin' like this for himself.

The more he thinks about it,
the more he feels

he's gotta do it, I guess.

- Just doesn't make any sense.

- Well, let me
ask you somethin'.

How do you think Matt'd feel?

What'd he do if somethin'
like that happened to you?

- There we go.

Doc.

- You know,
the more I see of those two,

the more I'm beginnin' to wonder
if Frank's that wrong.

- Uh, just stopped by

to say thanks
for your hospitality, Marshal.

- Yeah, we're that grateful.

- All right.
You've had your say. Get out.

- Oh, we're fixin'
to do that, all right.

- No reason to stay now.

I gotta say one thing.

I mean, four men killed,
Keith shot.

Reardon may be dyin'.

And all for what?

A squaw.

- Get outta Dodge.

- [ Sighs ]

Well, I sure hope
that this settles it.

- Well, I wish
it did, too, Kitty.

But I'm afraid this thing
isn't gonna be settled

till either they're dead
or Frank is.

- See you tomorrow, Newly.

- Reardon.

Reardon.

Reardon.

It's me -- Cane.

I got Lloyd here with me.

Sure wish
Keith could be here, too.

- He can't, though,

'cause the marshal's
still got him locked up.

- Yeah, I wanted him
to tell ya --

he sure had an eye
for that squaw of yours.

- That gets to you, doesn't it?

You ain't heard it all, though.

Come on down here.
We'll fill you in on everything.

Reardon.

Come on.

You want us?

We're waitin' for ya.

- Hey! Hold up there!

Mr. Reardon?

What in the tarnation are you --

- Where are they?

- You have nowhere to be
outta bed.

- Where are they?
- Where's who?

- Cane and Lloyd.

- Cane and Lloyd?
- Cane and Lloyd.

I saw them.
- Look at you.

You're bleedin'
like a stuck hog.

- Keep away from me.

- You couldn't have saw 'em,
Mr. Reardon,

'cause Matthew,
he run 'em out of t--

You was dreamin'.
- They were outside my window.

- I'm tellin' you,
you was dreamin'.

Here.
Let me help you.

- He sure is makin' it easy
for us, isn't he?

[ Clank ]

- [ Grunts ]

Matthew?

[ Thud ]

He thinks he's seen
them two yagels Cane and Lloyd

down in back of the Dodge House.

- Well, I'll tell you somethin'.

He's not the kind of a man to
see somethin' that isn't there.

- Yeah, but he's bleedin'
awful bad, Matthew.

I mean, real bad.

- All right.
Get ahold of Doc right away.

- He thinks that he's seen 'em
out in back of the Dodge House.

[ Hoofbeats ]

[ Horse snorts ]

- Frank?

[ Horse snorts ]

- Certain he saw 'em?

- Well, he was a-certain,
doggone it. He was that.

Matthew probably found him
by now.

Matthew?

Oh, Matthew.

- You find anything?

- There's a couple horses
over here.

I don't see anybody around.

Let's try this way.

- He's almost out on his feet.

Didn't I say it?

Runnin'll kill him for sure.

- What if it don't?

- How much can he take?

[ Clank ]

Let's get him into the barn.

[ Knocks ]

- Reardon.

Come on.

[ Rattling ]

- Matt.

Blood.

- Only thing missin'
is the details.

Want us to fill you in a little?

- You know, you was right.

You've been right all along.

'Bout us, I mean.

It was all of us in it --

all except Keith.

He wanted to help her.

I could hear her
scratchin' out there.

- He's the one
that wanted to open the door.

But I wouldn't let him.

[ Chuckles ]
You got back-shot

by the only man
who didn't name her "squaw."

- It's over, Reardon.
You hear me?

It's over.

- All right,
hold it right there.

Don't move.

- Well, we ain't done nothin',
Marshal.

- He come gunnin' for us.

- Matt.

They just told me --
all of 'em 'cept Keith.

- Yeah, I know.

Festus, get him outta here.

- It's over.

- Yeah, Frank, it's all over.

Well, how's he doin', Doc?
His heart still beatin'?

- Oh, fine.
He's gonna be all right.

- Good.

- I've been tellin' you myself
for a week now

that I was all right.

- Yeah, well, golly,
you have, Frank.

- What are you gonna do
about that Keith fellow, Matt?

- Well, if you're not gonna
prefer any charges against him,

there's nothin' I can do
but turn him loose.

- I'm just glad
I didn't kill him.

- What now, Frank?

- Oh, another day or two here,

and maybe I'll grab a shave,
head back to Montana.

Got a little piece of land
up there, Doc.

Had ideas of doin' somethin'
with it a while back.

Figure maybe I've put it off
long enough now.

- Yeah, that sounds good.

- Good huntin' up there.
Good fishin', too.

Maybe you and Doc will come up
and give it a try, Matt.

- Say, you mention fishin'
to me, Frank,

and it's just like
pointin' a thirsty horse

towards a waterin' trough,
I'll tell you that.

Just don't say anything
about this to Festus.

And I'll be up there
just the very first time --

- Don't say nothin' to Festus
'bout what?

Matthew, what -- what --

- Well, Festus, I tell ya --

Frank, I, uh, just remembered
a few things I gotta do.

I'll look in on you later.

- Well, w-what --

Don't say nothin' to me
about what?

- You were eavesdroppin'.

- I wasn't droppin' nothin',

and don't go changin' the --
-Well, how --

Mr. Reardon, I don't know
what this old pill-pushin',

fake-spinnin' tell you,
but let me tell you somethin' --

- We was just talkin'
about huntin' and fishin'

up at my place.

- Fishin'?
- Yeah, well, I didn't --

- Oh, and you was gonna
keep it a secret.

- Well, it's not very polite
for you --

- You wasn't gonna tell me
at all, was ya?

Well, why don't you just
go ahead on up?

It'll be good for me
to get a rest

from your raggin' and a-chewin'
and a-pickin' at me.

Just go on up yonder
and stay as long as you want.

- I plan to be up there
a little while.

- The first place, you don't
know nothin' about fishin'.

Who's gonna dig your worms
for you?

Who's gonna catch
your grasshoppers?

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