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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."