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ANNOUNCER: "Gunsmoke"-- with Milburn Stone as Doc,

Amanda Blake as Kitty, Ken Curtis as Festus,

Buck Taylor as Newly.

And starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Here you go, boys.

Have a pull.

Squirt of that tarantula juice will make your beard stiff

and your belly quiet.

Boys, I'm going to drink to the best gal

a old range stud ever sired.

When you reckon she'll be getting in, Mr Sanderson?

Tomorrow, I judge, on the Wichita stage.

Be a great thing for the missus, her coming home.

You betcha it sure will be.

This news don't make her grin and wiggle, ain't nothing will.

You want us to stick around tonight?

BEAR SANDERSON: Oh no. There ain't no use in that.

Y'all chase on into town, get yourself a noseful.

I'll be here.

Be back 'fore sunup, boss.

Hah! Let's go!

[SOFTLY] Yeah!

Ah.

Lavinia?

Lavinia, I got a big surprise for you tonight, honey.

What is it?

You've been drinking again?

That's hardly a surprise.

No, no.

Don't be getting mad at me now.

Cora's on her way home.

Cora?

You don't mean that.

Telegraph office in Dodge got a message out of St. Lou.

She'll be a-getting in tomorrow, most like.

Ain't that fine?

But her schooling, the fall term.

Well maybe she decided to sit one out.

Well, she can go to school any time.

Not to Vassar, she can't.

You don't understand.

She can't just decide all on her own to pack up and leave.

They won't permit that.

What do you mean they won't permit it?

I'm paying them people a war bag full of gold eagles

for their trouble.

I don't even count the small fortune

I sent to help pay for that library

they're trying to put up.

My daughter takes a fancy to coming home,

they better permit it.

Oh, whatever suits her fancy.

That's right, isn't it?

Hmm. [chuckles] Oh, that's typical.

And how like you to think that you cab buy anything

in the world with your money-- including

a fine education, which you can't even appreciate.

BEAR SANDERSON: Now you listen to me.

My money ain't no different than anybody else's.

They didn't have no shame in taking it.

I can tell you that.

I may not be no red rose for what I know out of books,

but your old man-- the governor of the state--

was hotter than a June bride to see you coupled to me.

And you know why?

'Cause he knowed for copper-bottom certain I

could tear a life outta [inaudible] or Comanches

and not go belly up or blood short in the doing.

You make my father's name a shame to me.

Oh, Lavinia, don't make us talk like this.

It-- there just ain't no sense to it, honey.

I know-- you know, I ain't no prize as a husband.

But if you could just sometimes think back

on how it was when we's young.

You cared for me then.

Didn't ya?

Yes, I did.

But I can't remember why.

Because you won't let yourself remember.

That's why.

I know I disappointed you in a lot of ways.

But I ain't had all I might have wished outta you neither.

I've told you over and over.

All I wanted from you was a civilized life-- a few friends

who could talk about something besides the price of cattle

and the possibility of an early snow.

There's more to life than this ranch!

Then you should have gone searching

for it a long time ago.

Do you think I've lived this way because I like it?

I might as well be dead.

The way you live, you might be better off.

How dare you.

How dare you talk about the way I live.

What about the way you live?

Spending your days and nights with those Tank Town tramps.

Look at you.

You're nothing more than a-- a drunken, bawdy-house bum!

Go out!

Go ahead!

That's the way you do things, isn't it?

You ain't [inaudible].

[SOFTLY] I hope he drinks himself into a stupor.

[music playing]

[owl call signal]

[bird call signal]

[another bird call signal]

[music playing]

[creaking sound]

[music playing]

Hello?

Who's there?

Who's there?

You might not believe this, Kitty,

but there have been times-- good many times--

when I've missed Dodge so bad I just ached.

Well I know your folks will be happy to see you.

But I think you could have picked

a better time to come back.

You mean all that Indian nonsense?

Well I'm sure that's all it is-- bunch of sorry, reservation

renegades.

What could they possibly do?

It's not just a local disturbance.

The word from the forts is that it could be a major uprising.

They may have already started.

Oh now, Kitty, my father knows Indians about

as well as any man, I'd think.

Papa would tell us.

If you'd give him a good repeating rifle,

he'd take on any dozen Kiowa and leave

nothing but feathers and beds.

And that was when the tribes were still strong.

Desperate people are capable of desperate things.

Well, from what I've heard, they're-- they're nothing more

than trading-post loafers now.

Capable of little more than intoxication and camp

following.

Hardly cause for alarm.

I beg to differ, young lady.

It is often the most degraded who are the most dangerous.

I beg your pardon, sir.

But I believed our conversation to be private.

CICERO WOLFE: I apologize for intruding.

But the fact is I just couldn't sleep.

And after what you said, I couldn't pretend to either.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm Cicero Wolfe, attorney-at-law.

I'm Kitty Russell.

-My name is Cora Sanderson. -My pleasure, ladies.

I've practiced the law for a good many years

now, Miss Anderson.

And one of the things I found is that the most

trouble comes from those who have nothing to lose.

Is that a fact, sir?

I'd always been led to believe that rabble-rousers might make

a considerable stir in a country that had no law

or a very weak civil authority.

Surely in a nation such as ours, they could never prevail.

Because we are strong, miss?

Why I agree they couldn't win, but not that they

couldn't make an effort.

The American Indian is a complex human being, Miss Sanderson--

capable of very strange things.

Complex, perhaps-- but raw and ignorant and wild.

And in a civilized society, sir, the primitive

will never win out.

And which society is truly civilized, Miss Cora?

Not surely our own.

Good night.

[music playing]

You're eligible to sign up here.

And what this here paper says is--

-[SOFTLY] Festus. - --you're a-fixing to--

[SOFTLY] Festus.

--join up with the Dodge City Militias, and --

[SOFTLY] Fes--

--you ain't a-fixing to quit until

this here fuss is over with.

Festus?

Now-- what is it, Burke?

Festus, where's the marshal?

Well, he's out yonder at the Sanderson place, I reckon.

Well, I--

So just-- if you want to join up,

step up here and put your mark on this here paper.

Festus, look.

Telegram from Fort Scott.

The uprising isn't just around Dodge.

Those renegades are raiding all over Western Kansas.

This is serious, Festus.

Burke!

What in the pea soup do ya think I'm a-doing

all this for if it wasn't?

The wires was down from Wichita all last night, Festus.

And we just now found out Miss Kitty is on that stage.

Now you fellers just keep on a-signing here,

and I'll be back directly.

BURKE: Festus, where you going?

Well I'm fixing to ride out yonder

and meet the stage if you'll quit pestering me

and let me go.

TOWNSPERSON: The stage is coming.

The stage is coming in.

Doc?

Doc, Miss Kitty's coming in on this here stage,

according to Burke.

Well that's what the telegram says, Doc.

Whoa!

Whoa!

FESTUS: There been any trouble on the way, Brewer?

Saw what looked like a big fire at the Carroll place,

but we came through clean as a bone.

Miss Cora?

Oh, Festus.

Miss Kitty, I sure am tickled to see you back.

I just been a-fretting about you something terrible.

Am I ever glad to be home.

Hello, Doc.

CORA SANDERSON: Oh, Festus how are you?

FESTUS: So nice to see you. Let me help.

Oh, Doc Adams, how good to see you.

Cora, thank you.

Cora, there's, um-- there's something I, uh,

I must tell ya.

You know, renegade Comanches have

been rampaging all over Kansas.

And, uh, while your father was away, they raided your place.

Cora, your mother's dead.

Oh my god.

We get to the north side of the river, what's up the near bank?

NEWLY O'BRIAN: Well, there's a bunch of dry coulees

that run north and east.

And six miles or so beyond that, you hit the forks.

And the south bank?

Country flattens out.

Drops off to near desert.

Forage would be better on the north side.

Yes, sir.

Line of the raids tapers off near the fort.

Seems like if they be running, they'd run west.

What do you think, O'Brian?

Well, Comanches wouldn't leave forage

if they could help it-- not unless they had a good reason.

Lieutenant, form the men in a column of twos.

Put four men out on individual point, half a mile apart.

Sir.

We'll keep to the north side of the river.

Yes, sir.

LIEUTENANT BRIGGS: Form column of two!

Four men-- regular men-- on point, half mile apart!

Maybe we'll catch them at breakfast, O'Brien.

Yes, sir.

LIEUTENANT BRIGGS: Forward!

Ho!

[music playing]

Dr. Adams?

Yes, Cora.

Right here.

What happened to me?

DOC ADAMS: You collapsed.

You're under mild sedation.

You're all right.

You're all right.

My mother.

She was k-k-- killed?

How?

Why?

Well, Cora, it was part of a general uprising

on the reservations.

And your mother was, uh, one of the victims.

I don't understand.

DOC ADAMS: And I don't either.

There isn't much I can say to make things any easier

for you, except perhaps that you have to be strong.

You have to accept things as they are.

You can't change that.

And go on and live your life.

If it's any consolation to you, the cavalry's trying to run

those renegades down now.

[music playing]

[dog barking]

RENEGADE 1: [YELLING] [non english speech]

[woman groans]

RENEGADE 2: [non-english speech]

[music playing]

[yelps]

[music playing]

[two whistles]

[war whoops and whistles]

CAVALRY COMMANDER: Hold fire!

No fire.

No fire. Come on!

Give it up, there. Hold it.

Give it up, there.

Take them outta there.

Take them out, sergeant.

Renegades.

They're Quahadi Commanche.

They're not from around here.

Probably split off from the main raiding party.

Sir, look at these.

And Captain, look at this.

I don't reckon they made this on no reservation.

Lieutenant, can I see that?

CAVALRY COMMANDER: What is it, O'Brian?

What's the matter?

This watch is from Dodge.

It belongs to Bear Sanderson.

Lieutenant Briggs, see that those men get

mounted, their women with them.

Keep them under close guard.

We're heading into Fort Dodge.

Yes, sir.

This scum just might have a few things

to explain to Mr. Sanderson.

[music playing]

Killed her, I heard.

Bear, I'm sorry.

Ashes to ashes.

Ain't that it?

Just ain't right, ya see.

Not her-- not this way.

If it'd been me, there wouldn't be no grief to it-- no shame.

I come to Kansas, roared and ready to live

and meaner than smallpox.

And I got what I got because I took

it-- mostly from the Indians.

And I did killing and injuring to them.

Them people hate me, and they got a right.

See, Matt, time went on by.

Town's growed up.

Folks got different.

They got them a army first.

They'll whoop the Indians one time for good.

And then after that, they thought

he'd just lie down and die.

They never knowed him.

Not like me.

Very few have.

BEAR SANDERSON: Then they put him on scrub reservations

and fed him maggot beef and commenced to call the man

we'd been killing, brother.

They never knowed him.

They had to have peace out here.

Land can't grow without it.

You ain't gonna get no peace from Indian

lessen you kill him.

This here is the price for learning that.

And I paid it.

Bear, it was a few that did this.

You can't blame this on a whole people.

Can't live with them is what I'm saying to ya.

Can't live with them living.

I ain't saying it's right.

I'm just telling you how it is.

We're going to find the ones that did this,

and they'll answer for it.

They'll answer for it all right.

They'll answer to me.

And when I take them, I'll do for them

myself what I always done-- gut them out

and feed them to the wolves.

That's not the way to do it.

They'll pay just like anybody else pays-- within the law.

You'd stand agin me on this, would ya?

I'd have to.

Then that's how she'll swing.

NEWLY O'BRIAN: Mr. Sanderson!

Marshal!

Marshal, I come up as quick as I could from the fort.

I been riding with a cavalry patrol

down across the Cimarron.

We run into a couple of renegade Indians and took them captive.

Tell it.

They had your gold watch and some

of Mrs. Sanderson's jewels.

I'll need you to identify them.

You need me?

I need them!

I'll be a-coming for them.

[music playing]

TOWNSPERSON 1: Here they come.

TOWNSPERSON 2: The Indians!

They're bringing them in.

[chatter]

TOWNSPERSON 3: They're the ones that killed Bear's wife.

TOWNSPERSON 4: They're gonna hang.

TOWNSPERSON 3: They're gonna them, for sure.

TOWNSPERSON 5: There they are, Bear!

What you gonna do about it?

[chatter]

I want them men.

They're going to jail, Bear.

They don't need jailing.

They need killing.

That'll be decided by a court of law.

There's going to be no killing here.

No killing here?

I'm telling you, there's been killing here.

Them cutthroats is raging like a storm of fire

all across the country, and you say no killing?

I'm saying the killing's been on the wrong side.

And I'm gonna change it now. -Hold it right there.

You men listen to me.

The cavalry's on the way in right now with reinforcements

to put down this uprising.

These men are going to be tried in a court of law,

and if they're found guilty, they'll hang.

In the meantime, nobody takes justice into his own hands--

not you or anybody else.

That's the way it's been around this town.

That's the way it's going to be.

Now, stay of the way.

BEAR SANDERSON: Now listen to me.

All of ya!

Them murdering savages killed my wife!

I'm gonna see them burn in hell for it!

And anybody that ain't with me, is agin me!

[chatter]

TOWNSPERSON 6: We're with ya!

TOWNSPERSON 7: We're on your side, Bear!

[chatter]

You don't reckon he'd haul off and do

something silly do ya, Matthew?

Well, I don't know, Festus.

Right now he's hurt, and he's not used

to being hurt and taking it.

Do you think him and his boys will

try to hit the jail, Marshal?

Oh, I don't think so.

No-- not right away, at least.

Of course his got his blamed old ears splayed back

and his eyeballs pooched out and a-rolling around

like he was some squared off blood

enemies-- when ya been friends for the biggest

part of your life.

Well, he's after revenge, Festus.

And he doesn't care who gets hurt in the process.

FESTUS: Well, maybe we oughtta just collect him

and slap him in the cooling box for a spell,

till he simmers down.

Well, I guess after they're indicted and tried,

he'll feel better about it.

I'm not so sure, Newly.

Did you have a chance to talk to those

Yes, sir.

Both of them are Quahadi or southern Commanche.

They claim they never been north of the river until the night

before we caught them.

What about the raids?

They said they didn't know nothing about it.

But they seen a Kiowa party from Chokecherry Creek.

And they said they had full pokes, blood in their eyes.

Now this story checked out because the squadron

from Fort Hook had run them down later in the day.

FESTUS: Well of course, what would they say?

You don't expect them to 'fess up and put their necks

in the wringer, do ye?

Well it's pretty hard explaining why

they had Bear's watch, Festus.

Yeah, it sure is.

I'm going over to the telegraph office.

Keep an eye on things here. Will ya, Newly?

You bet.

Matthew, supposing you was to go right to old Bear

and just tell him to keep his nose clean?

When he finds out that we actual mean business, why--

All right, boys.

I don't want ya hanging around here.

Let's break it up and move along.

Well, go on. You heard him.

Go on! Scat!

Get about your business now.

[chatter]

Matthew, I sure don't like the looks of things at all.

Neither do I.

This shouldn't have happened.

My fault it was for leaving her alone.

But I swear to God, Cora, if I had a' knowed

what coulda happened--

Papa, please.

Stop hurting yourself with it.

I ain't dodging what I got coming to me.

Never have, and never will.

I loved your mama, Cora.

But, well, she never took to me like I done to her.

So I went off at times and worked, drank a little--

too much is how she seen it.

But I loved her-- like I love you, lady.

Everything I done, everything I made here,

I done for you and her.

I know, Papa.

She knew it too.

Biggest spread in all of Kansas we had for home.

And that ain't all.

What I done for this territory-- this wasn't

no state when I come here.

Wasn't nothing but 19 kinds of misery,

when just closing your eyes was like offering up your soul.

But I fought and stuck on like grim death

till I had what I had to have and helped the other folks

settle this territory.

And now, what do I got?

You tell me.

What do you want?

What are you saying?

Well, I'm saying the law denied me.

Denied you?

You haven't given it a chance, Papa.

I want the ones that done it.

I want them, and I'll have them.

You do have them.

They'll be punished for what they've done-- if you

don't somehow prevent it.

It's the law and lawmen that prevents it.

What I want done to them doesn't need no courts or juries.

Papa, listen to me, please.

If you try and deal with these men the way you want to,

it won't work.

And you'll only destroy yourself.

Myself be damned.

You think I care what happens to me now?

What about me, Papa?

Do you care what happens to me?

Howdy, Miss Kitty.

KITTY RUSSELL: -Hello, Festus.

Doc Adams.

What's it like out there?

Well, town's simmered down some from what it was this morning.

Of course, it couldn't be no more

exciteder than it was neither.

Where's Matt?

He's went over to the telegraph office.

I reckon he's still a-messaging

More trouble?

FESTUS: I don't know, Miss Kitty.

We sure don't need no know more, though-- not

with them to renegaders locked up down yonder.

KITTY RUSSELL: Hi, Matt.

DOC ADAMS: Matt.

How are things out there?

Oh, I got a problem, Doc.

DOC ADAMS: What? KITTY RUSSELL: More raids?

No.

As matter of fact, the army's got those raiding parties

pretty well pinned down.

It's Bear Sanderson.

Ugly business.

Stupid.

He shouldn'ta done it. -Yeah.

That's putting it mildly.

You know, the thing is people think an awful lot of him--

and not only in Dodge, either.

I know.

He's well thought of-- all over the state.

MATT DILLON: I just got a telegram

from the State Bar Association.

There isn't a lawyer in Kansas that's willing to defend

those two Indians.

What'll you do if you can't find somebody?

Well, I don't know.

Every day I keep those two locked up,

things are liable to get hotter.

No question about it.

They got to be tried-- and right away.

KITTY RUSSELL: You know, I've had a thought.

It's a possibility, but it might work.

There was a man on the stage.

His name was Wolfe-- Cicero Wolfe, I think.

He said he was a lawyer from back East somewhere,

and he was on his way to San Francisco to start a practice.

Well, he's from out of state.

He sure wouldn't know Bear.

Or anybody in Dodge or Kansas, for that matter.

FESTUS: Yeah.

If he was just a-traveling on through,

then he could just dust on out of town

when the chivalry is over, couldn't he?

Well, he can't leave town anyway.

The army's got the whole town blocked off.

Sure wouldn't have anything to lose in the state of Kansas.

Nothing except his life.

Don't you understand, sir?

I can't possibly tell you when there'll be another stage.

Now if it were in my power to, I would.

But I just don't know.

Now the federal authorities have close

down all lines of transportation until the uprising is over.

Come now, you mean to say that if I chose

to buy myself a horse and ride away alone,

I wouldn't be allowed to?

MATT DILLON: That's right, mister.

Name's Matt Dillon, I'm the marshal here in Dodge.

Cicero Wolfe, sir.

Well, he's right.

You see, there are no stages leaving,

no trains-- nothing until this Indian thing is settled.

I'm supposed to be in San Francisco

by the end of the month.

Well, what a man can't eliminate or change, he must accept.

Mr Wolfe, uh, I'd like to talk to you for a minute if I could.

There's a question I'd like to ask ya.

Why certainly, Marshal.

Burke.

That's what we're up against.

Very difficult situation.

Mr. Wolfe, if you'd take this case,

it would solve a lot of the problems.

Of course.

If I don't?

Then those two men go unrepresented.

Could blow this town wide open.

And me, Marshal?

What about me?

Well, I'll do my best to protect ya.

I won't guarantee there isn't some risk.

Oh, it's not the risk I'm concerned about.

I have my own affairs, you see.

Well, this trial won't take long,

and you can't leave town anyway.

I'm afraid that I have to refuse.

Is it because of what they are?

Mr. Wolfe, let me tell you something.

The law and lawyers exist to defend men just such as these.

I know that, Marshal.

Believe me I do.

And my refusal is not made lightly.

I know you're a man who can understand me

when I say that I have strong personal reasons

for not taking this case.

Strong enough to risk the lives of two men?

You build a pretty strong case yourself, Marshal.

You see I built my whole life around the laws.

I think you have.

And if I've learned one thing in the process,

it is that there are times when even the most dedicated man

must recognize his-- call them, limitations-- must rule

himself out in a given case.

It would be a grave mistake, a dangerous mistake,

for me to involve myself in their trial.

I must say no.

Mr. Wolfe, when I met you, I was hoping you'd

be the man to take this case.

Now I just hope you can live with the fact that you didn't.

Good day.

Would you ask him if I might speak with him, please, Howie?

Of course I will, Miss Cora.

Oh, will you sit down for a moment?

Thank you.

I'll wait outside.

[music playing]

Miss Sanderson.

Mr. Wolfe.

I don't know quite how to begin to explain

why I've come here to see you.

You needn't explain anything.

I have a favor to ask of you.

I hope I can help you.

I hope you will.

You know, of course, that I lost my mother.

Yes.

And they have captured the men who--

Would you like to sit?

I can only hope that those who are guilty

will be punished as swiftly and severely as the law allows.

That's why I've come to you.

Mr. Wolfe, you don't know my father,

but he's a violent, passionate, self-willed man.

Perhaps you can understand that a man who

fought to take this country from the Indians, who spent

his entire young life trying to survive

against their vicious depredations, would become so.

He's obsessed with hatred for these men--

because of what they've done but, beyond that,

because of what they are and have been to him.

I can understand.

And perhaps because of what he represents.

He's a great power in Kansas.

A symbol.

CORA SANDERSON: Exactly.

Someone the people of the state rally to and respect.

Therefore, the men who are his enemies

are the enemies of Kansas.

Yes.

You amaze me with your perception, Mr. Wolfe.

Excuse me for it.

And now these men who have been jailed,

he wants them for himself-- and not

for the impersonal, clinical, anesthetic treatment

of a court of law.

That's right.

And I'm afraid that he will get them-- or die trying.

And that's why I've come to you, Mr. Wolfe.

To ask you if you might see fit to take their case.

I know the marshal asked you, and you refused.

But I wanted to add my request to his.

You would as me-- let me understand--

to take a case that no other man will

touch-- forgive me-- in order intentionally to lose it?

Oh, no.

No, it's not a question of that.

CICERO WOLFE: What then?

Well those men are murderers.

And guilty before they're tried.

Those animals have no valid claim to even appear

before a true court of justice.

You do yourself an injustice by saying so, Miss Sanderson.

There are no men so low they do not have that right.

None who are not innocent until proven guilty.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean that.

I-- please, try to understand.

I-- I'm at the end of my resources.

I don't know where to turn, what to do.

I'm truly afraid of what my father

might do if you don't help me.

I sympathize with you.

Believe me, I do.

Well then, please, will you take the case?

I'll see that you're paid very handsome.

Miss Sanderson, it is not a question of money.

I cannot take the case.

Why?

Because-- because it would not be fair-- not to the men

on trial and not to you.

Because you see, if I take a case, I take it to win.

And those are the reasons you choose to give?

They are real and legitimate.

CORA SANDERSON: No, I'm sorry.

They're false.

I think I'm beginning to understand you, Mr. Wolfe.

You are one of those very practical

men whose morality is contingent upon his own convenience.

One of those more interested in comfort than in law.

Who is so indifferent to justice that he won't take the time

and trouble to see it done.

Good night, sir.

We want those Indians, Dillon!

Come on!

Send them out, Dillon!

[crowd starts yelling]

Listen to me.

Those Indians are in jail.

That's where they're gonna stay.

Nobody's getting out.

Now move along.

Then we'll come in and get them.

[crowd starts yelling]

FESTUS: That's far enough.

Back off.

Hurry it up.

Move on.

FESTUS: Back off, all of ya before somebody

gets blowed in two.

MATT DILLON: I'm not gonna tell ya again.

Now break it up and move off.

TOWNSPERSON: Come on.

[music playing]

[knocks on door]

BEAR SANDERSON: It's open.

What do you want?

Came to talk to ya, Bear.

Talk, then get going.

You're letting me down.

I don't believe you said that.

I said it, and I mean it.

You trying to provoke me, Matt?

You want some trouble?

You're the one that's making the trouble, and you know it.

Why, damn you, man.

You got a high-riding brass coming in here,

begging me to my face.

And you've got yours trying to buck me in front of my town.

Your town?

Whose town?

Well you come here a runny-nose punk

with nothing on but a piece of tin to cover your virgin heart.

Who backed ya?

What man stood up for ya?

Dug in behind ya and told the politicians

and the buttermilkers and the Texacon hell-rakers

how it was going to be?

A man who knew good from bad and bad from worse,

named Sanderson. Now where is he?

What's happened to him?

You want to what happened to him?

You did!

You and a buncha your town posies

turned him rogue and run him maverick with your barbed wire

and your lady-rig rules.

Then he's not the man I thought he was.

Now cut loose of it, Bear.

Talk sense.

I came here to ask your help.

I had a lynch mob in front of my jail tonight.

If you want to, you can cool that town off right now.

If you don't, you can blow the lid off it.

It's up to you.

Talk to me, mister.

They roughed up your gal, and you took off that badge

and went after them with fire in your eyes.

And I wouldn't have spit in your eye if ya hadn't.

Yeah, I did that, and I was wrong.

But at least I went alone.

I didn't rouse the whole town to murder on the way.

Bear, if you come into Dodge on the prod,

and you try to face me down, I'm gonna have to kill ya.

Come down to that, has it?

It's gone as far as it can go.

Matt, you know a lot of men, don't ye?

How many you know ain't afraid of you and your hog leg?

I took on everything there was when I's [inaudible] them.

And I buried a right smart of lead shuckers that thought

a angel was sitting on their shoulder and lightening

and mercury lived in their gun hand.

And I learned a big thing watching

them bleed away to blue meat.

A man don't die but once.

Now some weird, rabid hog is done

and killed my Chantilly woman!

And if you think I'm a-feared of dying,

then you ain't got no sense at all.

Now get outta here.

[music playing]

MATT DILLON [VOICEOVER]: Mr. Wolfe,

let me tell you something.

The law and lawyers exist to defend men just such as these.

[music playing]

Mr. Wolfe, when I met you, I was hoping you'd be

the man who'd take this case.

Now, I just hope you can live with the fact you haven't

[music playing]

CORA SANDERSON [VOICEOVER]: I'm afraid I'm

at the end of my resources.

I don't know where to turn or what to do.

I'm truly afraid of what my father might

do if-- if you won't help me.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

Mr. Wolfe?

What can I do for ya this time of night?

I'd like to ask you a favor, Marshal.

What's that?

I'd like to see the prisoners.

All right.

They're right in there.

[music playing]

Marshall, what you said the other day was sound and true.

The law, if there is meaning in it,

exists to defend just such men as these.

I have reconsidered.

I will take this case.

But I know the moral climate.

Your town and your state are looking

for a sacrifice, a speedy conviction,

a brisk public revenge.

You prevailed on me to take this case.

Now I must warn you, I will fight it with all my skill--

which is considerable.

You must bear that responsibility.

And there is perhaps a heavier burden still which you

must shoulder and bear alone.

Well, how do you suppose your good public will react, sir,

when they discover-- as they will--

that the man who represents your renegades

is himself a half-blooded Cherokee?

[music playing]

[non-english speech]

Marshal!

[non-english speech]

We are ready.

There's one thing, Mr. Wolfe.

Yes?

You and I both know you don't have much of a chance.

There's one piece of evidence that everybody

seems to have missed.

I want to make sure you don't.

CICERO WOLFE: And gentlemen of the jury,

I intend to prove, beyond all possible doubt,

that these men are not guilty.

[audience complains and objects]

[judge bangs gavel]

JUDGE BROOKER: Order!

Order!

Order!

[audience continues then stops]

I intend to show to your satisfaction

that the case against my clients is a sham and a pretense--

that it is not a real case at all,

but rather a tissue of moonbeams and horsefeathers

based entirely on imprudent speculation

without any sound basis in evidence whatsoever.

[chatter]

And ladies and gentlemen, I have the painful duty

to show as well-- and believe me,

I would rather not-- that this whole indictment

is the kind of conveniently and irresponsibly trumped up

slander which would never have come

to trial if the two defendants had been

white men instead of Indians.

[audience erupts]

[judge bangs gavel repeatedly]

JUDGE BROOKER: Order!

We will have order in this court!

[judge bangs gavel twice]

Order!

[music playing]

Stay tuned for exciting scenes from our next "Gunsmoke".

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