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NARRATOR: "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.

Hold it, Marshal.

You half scared me to death.

If I'd have known it was
you, I wouldn't have fired.

Feared you might hit
me with a wild shot.

You were pretty jumpy.

Let me take a look at that.

Man can't be too careful.

There's a lot of ruffians
are outlaws around.

Speaking of outlaws,
where's that bank money?

In my saddle bags.

Never really figured being
lucky enough to spend it no how.

$300 wouldn't get
you far anyway.

Would've been Mexico.

No, sir, being born
lazy and unlucky

is a curse, sure enough.

You ever try working steady?

I used to.

Didn't like it much.

Somehow, robbing that bank
seemed like a good idea

at the time.

Sure beats working.

If you don't mind
going to jail.

Oh, can't be all bad.

Free room and board.

What's that hole look like?

Looks like the bullet's
in there pretty deep.

There's a way station
a few miles from here.

We'd better head for it.

That bad, huh?

Well, you're gonna need more
help than I can give you.

It's too far back to Dodge.

Let's go.

[knocking on door]

Come in.

You want me, Miss Susan?

Yes, a half hour ago.

Yes'm.

I've been down to the
bar and trying to--

Take my trunk
downstairs, Dudley.

Yes'm.

Any sign of the stage?

No'm.

Sure sorry to see you
and Miss Nellie go.

Well, I'm not.

In a few days, we'll
be in St. Louis,

and the last few years will
just seem like a bad dream.

Be careful with
my trunk, Dudley.

I don't want it scratched.

Yes'm.

Sorry to be leaving you,
Adam, but I promised Susan I'd

take her to St. Louis to live.

Goodbye, Adam.

Won't be long now, Miss Nellie.

No, I guess not, Dudley.

Not long.

I was just telling Miss Susan
it sure pains me to see you go.

Thank you, Dudley.

I sure hate to go.

You know, I spent more
than half my life here.

It's the only home I ever had.

Maybe you'll come back someday.

I don't think so.

You've been a great help,
Dudley, and a real good friend.

I just done what I could.

When I talked to the
new buyer in Wichita,

he promised to keep you on just
as long as you want to stay.

I'm obliged, but it ain't
gonna be the same no more.

No.

You won't have
Susan always telling

you to do this and do that.

Well, I don't
mind, Miss Nellie.

She ain't no bother at all.

I best be getting her bag.

Dudley, you take real good
care of yourself now, you hear?

I'll do it sure, ma'am.

Dudley, I told you to come
straight back to my room.

Stagecoach will be here, and
my bags will still be upstairs.

Yes'm.

Aunt Nellie, I was looking
for you a few minutes ago.

I was just saying
goodbye to Adam.

I'm sure he'd understand.

Course.

The most important thing
is I want you to be happy.

Well, I want us both to
be happy, and we will.

I mean, think of all
those fine things

we'll be doing in St. Louis.

There'll be plenty
to do, all right.

Here she comes a-clogging.

Whoa.

Your ride is
coming, Miss Nellie.

Well, if they need food,
Dudley, you know where it's at.

Howdy, Nellie, Miss Susan.

Howdy, Murph.

Nellie, you really leaving?

That's right.

Dudley'll be looking
after the place

till the new owner arrives.

I sure hope he's half a
good a cook as you are.

Oh, is that so?

Then how come all
the complaints?

Now, Nellie, you always
knew I was just funning.

You're the best
dang cook anywhere.

Miss Stewart.

Marshal.

Miss Stewart, I got
a wounded man here.

Do you think you could help him?

Is it one of your deputies?

No, ma'am.

He's a prisoner.

Ma'am.

Dudley, give a hand.

Take him in the spare room.

Aunt Nellie.

Honey, that man's in a bad way.

He's an outlaw,
and he's not dying.

Let the Marshal
take care of him.

Susan, he needs our help.

Nellie, I gotta to be
leaving in a few minutes.

I'm running late already.

Aunt Nellie, please!

Murphy, take the bags out.

Oh no!

If he were to die, I'd never
be able to live with myself.

You said nothing would
keep us from leaving.

And it won't, but
two or three days

doesn't make any difference.

Nellie.

Go ahead, Murphy.

We'll catch you on the next run.

Now, why don't you put
some kettles on to boil.

Susan, the quicker we get
that man fit to travel,

the quicker we can leave.

Too bad the bullet didn't
go straight through.

You reckon it'll leave a scar.

If I can't get that bullet
out, you're not gonna

be worried much about anything.

There's nothing
like an honest woman.

Well, you've got humor Mister.

I sure hope you've got
sand to go along with it.

More sand in the desert,
less of course it hurts.

Thank you, honey.

You best wait outside.

This isn't gonna be pretty.

I'll be in my room.

Thank you kindly, Miss.

Here, take as much
as you can hold.

Marshal, you may have
to hold him down.

If it's all the same to
you, I'd rather try it alone.

Whatever you say.

It's your wound.

Oh, Marshal, there's hot
food and coffee on the stove.

You're welcome to it.

All right.

I'll be right out
there if you need me.

All right?

I guess so.

You-- you best hold
on to that bedstead.

Yes'm.

[groaning]

You got sand, Mister, more
than most men I seen in a while.

Oh.

How'd I do?

Fine.

I figured that you were
gonna jump for the rafters,

but you didn't.

Thanks, ma'am.

I'm kind of glad you
didn't take that stage up.

Now, don't pay that any mind.

Where was you headed?

St. Louis.

I've been there.

Folks running up
and down like ants.

Was you gonna stay there long?

For good.

I'm selling this place.

Oh.

Your husband figure it'll
be better in St. Louis?

My husband's been
dead for eight years.

Oh.

That there's a
real shame, ma'am.

Now, you just rest.

Marshal, when are you
gonna take that man away?

Soon as your aunt
says he can ride.

What did he do?

Robbed a bank.

He'll probably try to
murder us all in our beds.

Oh, you don't have
to worry about that.

He's not that kind of man.

Then why did you shoot him?

Well, at the time, I
didn't have any choice.

Marshal, I want that man
out of here soon as possible.

My aunt and I have to leave.

We were on our way to St.
Louis when you showed up.

I know that, Miss,
and I'm sorry.

But the man was hurt.

He needed help.

I knew I could
count on your aunt.

You know something, Marshal?

It seems to me that
trash like that,

men who rob banks and take
advantage of innocent people

get more attention than
decent, hard working citizens.

Miss Stewart, I want to
thank you for your help.

Marshal, Mr. Boswell's
not out of it yet,

but he's a lot better
than he was this morning.

Marshal, how long does a man
go to jail for robbing a bank?

I-- I mean, he seems
like such a nice man.

Well, it depends.

In his case, he didn't take
much money, and nobody was hurt,

so I'd say he probably won't
get more than a couple of years.

But that's not all
the trouble he's in.

Oh?

He's wanted for
horse-stealing in Arkansas.

Well, that's a hanging offense.

There's a $500
reward out for him,

but there were some strange
circumstances surrounding

this horse-stealing charge.

Well, can you tell
me what happened?

Well, he bought a horse
from some farmer down there,

and then he lost
the bill of sale,

and then the farmer claimed
that he stole the horse.

Now, if he'd stayed
around for a trial,

he probably would have
gotten off, but he ran.

But he is innocent.

This man's wife was
involved in it somehow.

That's why the farmer swore he
was gonna have Boswell's head.

That's why he put
up the $500 reward.

Nellie: Then you have
to take him back?

No, as far as I'm
concerned, his debt

is to the state of Kansas.

When Boswell gets out
of jail, if he stays out

of trouble and
out of Arkansas, I

think he's gonna be all right.

I'm glad he didn't hurt anyone.

So am I. Well, I
guess I'll turn in.

I'll be out in the
bar if you need me.

-Good night, Marshal.
-Good night.

Good night.

There now.

You see, Susan?

Mr. Boswell's not such
a bad sort after all.

Mr. Boswell is an outlaw
any way you cut it.

I'd better go
fix him that tray.

Aunt Nellie, are you
taking a liking to that man?

Well, he's a likable man.

We are leaving
on the next stage?

Well, of course we are, honey.

I mean, if I never see another
corral or drifter again,

I'm gonna be happy.

What are you boys wanting?

You own this place?

Nope, belongs to Mrs. Stewart.

Well, then what we
want ain't your concern.

It's hern.

It be my concern.

Ain't this a way station.

It is that.

Well, we're hungrier than
a she-wolf with 12 pups.

Food's all we want.

Best check with
Mrs. Stewart, then.

Much obliged.

Sir.

Evening, ma'am.

One of our horses went lame.

We had a camp down by the creek.

We seen your lamp and figured
maybe we'd get some food.

Do you have any money?

No, ma'am, but my
cousin Sam here,

he'll work it out
for our supper.

Well, our man Dudley
does all the work we need,

and we don't give food away.

But the good book says it's
better to give than to receive.

Well, you'll
receive nothing here.

Well, ma'am, you
think maybe you

could spare us some left overs?

We throw our
leftovers to the dogs.

Now, you listen
here, you little--

I'm gonna tell you some--

What is it?

They want food, and they don't
have any money to pay for it.

We offered to
work for it, ma'am.

Well, we do have food to spare.

Maybe tomorrow morning
you can help the handyman

mend the fence out back.

Yes'm, we'll do that sure.

It's real kind of you.

There's hot food on the stove.

The kitchen's in there.

You men help yourself.

Thank you, ma'am.

Thank you, ma'am.

You sure can
cook, Mrs. Stewart.

I won't be tasting the likes
of this for a spell, I reckon.

I know.

The Marshal told me.

He also told me that you
were not such a bad sort.

Oh, did he now?

That's what he said.

Why, I'm the most feared
desperado you ever seen.

I robbed 16 banks, four trains.

I've been around the world
twice, then to a [inaudible]

once.

Is that a fact, Mr. Boswell?

It's a gold-plated fact, ma'am.

You know, I would think
there are better things to do

than watching your backtrail.

Did you ever think
of giving it all up?

Oh, I've been thinking
of a bullet in the side,

and maybe the next
one, the brisket,

ain't hardly worth
all the tribulation.

That makes good sense.

You know, when you
get out of jail,

you ought to find
yourself a good woman.

Settle down.

I'm afraid it's
too late for that.

It's never too late.

The right one comes
along, Mr. Boswell.

No, it's not that.

It's just that it's
too late for me.

I know this don't matter to you,
but you be one of the finest

women I ever met, Mrs. Stewart.

You best eat your food, Mr.
Boswell, before it gets cold.

I feel lively now.

Me too.

Wonder if they got any
whiskey around here.

Now, we best let that ride.

We done got all we gonna get.

Sure could do
with some whiskey.

I could do with something else.

Me too.

Maybe I'm gonna get it too.

Fella outside's
gonna stick you.

You don't think I'm afraid
of an idiot with a pitchfork,

do you?

Missie, we've ate, and--

Then move your arm and get out.

You go beds to let?

Not to you.

Maybe your ma'd say different.

My aunt.

Now move your arm, trash!

You hear that, Sam?

Her aunt.

Prissy, I've seen
your kind before.

Now sit and talk
a spell with me.

I'm gonna learn
you [inaudible].

No!

I'm gonna teach
you something now!

[screaming]

What happened?

Are you all right?

Just get 'em out of here!

I don't think they'll
bother you anymore.

Good night.
-Thank you, Marshal.

Good night.

Get out of here, both of
you, and don't come back.

You're sure you're all right?

I don't wanna talk about it.

They're disgusting.

But you see what happens
in this god-forsaken place?

We'll be leaving
here soon, honey?

Oh, are we?

Are we really?

Susan, Marshal!

Susan, bring some cold
water, and make it quick!

Marshal, I need your help.

He's burning up with fever.

Susan!

As soon as we break the fever
and he calms down a bit,

I'm gonna have to open up
that wound and drain it.

Over here, quick!

Don't you go and die
on me, Mr. Boswell.

Don't you die on me.

Morning.

What happened?

You were delirious.

I thought for a while there
you weren't gonna make it.

But you are a strong man.

You must have
fought hard for me.

I fought hard with you.

So did the Marshal.

I'm in debt to you both.

It's a long time since
anyone cared about me.

I wish things was different.

What?

I wish I'd met up
with you sooner.

There is more to life
than just the past.

For some people, not me.

For everyone who'll take it.

I'll go get you some broth.

You know, if I'm ever down
this way with a bullet in me,

I'm gonna have 'em
bring me to you.

I'm afraid you're
gonna be out of luck.

I won't be here.

Susan and I are
moving to St. Louis.

You don't seem too
pleased with it.

I've been happy here.

I know it's kind of out
in the middle of nowhere,

and there's nothing really
much for a young girl to do.

And I guess, in a way, I feel
sort of guilty about keeping

her here so long.

I dunno.

Seems to me you've done
pretty well by her.

I suppose so, some ways.

Some other ways,
I'm not too sure.

You know, when I was a child,
my daddy was well-to-do.

And he used to take my
mother and I so many places.

And when Susan
was a little girl,

and her parents died of the
pox and she came here to stay,

I used to tell her stories
about how much fun it

was, exciting things
about the big cities,

Memphis, New Orleans.

Guess it kind of stuck.

I suppose maybe I
shouldn't have told her.

But that's all past now.

How is he?

Oh, he's much better.

How soon do you think
he'll be able to ride?

I don't think he'll be
able to mount a horse

for another three or four days.

Three or four days?

Well, he's still weak, honey.

You know, I've gotta
ride over to Mead

and get a wire off
to my deputies,

or they're gonna
come looking for me.

When will you be back?

I should be back by
the end of the week.

Are you gonna
handcuff that man?

No, there's no need for that.

He's not going anywhere
in his condition.

You gonna be all right
here, Mrs. Stewart?

Don't worry about me.

I keep that shotgun handy.

Good.

Aunt Nellie, you
said he was better.

Why can't the Marshal
just put him on the wagon

and take him on to Dodge City?

Well, he is better,
honey, but he is weak,

and he wouldn't last five
miles in a bumpy wagon.

Honey, what else can I do?

Aunt Nellie, I
love you very much.

And I don't want to sound
mean, or cruel, or anything,

but I've planned
this for a long time.

I know you have.

And it'll only be another
three or four days.

Well, three or four days
seems like an eternity.

I'm just afraid
that after Boswell

and the Marshal leave
you're-- you're gonna

find some other excuse to stay.

I promised, didn't I?

You promised before.

How many times?

And there's always
been something.

Aunt Nellie, you've always
given me anything I wanted,

a new dress that I can
only wear out to the barn.

And you've given
me books that show

me that there are other things,
other places besides here.

You've given me
anything I wanted,

except what I want most.

I wanna meet some young
people, maybe even

get married before I'm gray.

And you will.

If we don't leave this time,
I'll never forgive you, never.

That hog gonna be tougher
than a razor strop.

Sure could have
had it different

if you let that girl be.

Ain't that thing ready yet?

About ready as it'll ever be.

Better than nothing.

That's your failing, Sam.

You were always
settling for scrappings.

I got no choice.

Course you could go up there and
ask the Marshal for victuals.

Wonder why he's up there.

Don't know.

Don't care none.

He must be after someone.

Glad it ain't us.

Course, we ain't done
nothing but steal a few pigs.

Well, he best not
cross my trail.

The more I chew this
thing, the bigger it gets.

It's like to choke me.

[coughing]

There.

How's that?

Just fine.

When's the Marshal getting back?

Sometime tomorrow
night, he said.

Man could ride a far piece
in two days', can't he?

I suppose so.

You been mighty good to me.

Better than I deserve.

But just supposing--
supposing you

was to saddle my horse for me?

Mr. Boswell!

I was just supposing.

Yesterday, you figured you'd
be through with running.

Well, I did.

But I didn't tell you
all there was to it.

After I finish my
stretch, I reckon

I'll be sent back to Arkansas.

I'm facing a rope there.

The Marshal told me.

He said you got a raw deal.

He's not sending you back.

He's not?

That's what he said.

Well, if he said
it, he means it.

He don't say what he don't mean.

There now.

You see?

Things aren't so bad.

You got a future now.

That's a fact.

You know, just for
a second there,

it kinda sounded like you
cared what happened to me.

Well, I do care.

You're a kind man.

You got a lot of good in you,
if you just let it come out.

Man rides alone so long,
there ain't much call for it.

Weren't you ever married?

Oh, never found a woman
who'll put up with me.

What about that
woman in Arkansas?

Her?

The farmer's wife?

She wanted to run away.

She asked if she could ride
with me up to Fort Smith.

I said yes, though
I hardly knowed her.

Farmer caught us 10
miles out of town.

Later on, I got a chance
to run, and took it.

That's about it.

But you're through running now.

Next couple of years, I ain't
gonna worry none about that.

What then?

Maybe like you said.

If the right woman just happens
to be around, I'll settle down.

Maybe she will be.

Well, that's dreaming.

Most women don't
cotton to jail birds.

If a man's paid his debt, it's
over and done with, leastwise,

that's the way I look at it.

Your niece don't
see it that way.

I am not Susan.

SUSAN: Aunt Nellie!

Well, I best go
see what she wants.

I'm coming, dear.

No, sir, you sure ain't Susan.

Look at this, a rat chewed
into my bag last night

and rate ate right through it.

Oh, that's a shame, honey.

Well, I'll have Dudley
put out some more

poison first thing tomorrow.

It's my best dress.

Don't you fret.

When we get to St. Louis,
I'll buy you a brand new one.

Please, promise me we'll
take that stage tomorrow.

I can't promise that, Susan.

Mr. Boswell isn't
well enough yet.

Mr. Boswell, Mr. Boswell!

I am sick and tired
of hearing about him.

That's all you talk about.

Every waking minute since he
arrived, it's Mr. Boswell.

That stage arrives
tomorrow at 10:00.

Are we gonna be on it or not?

Susan, I'd like
to, but I can't.

I've known-- not yet.

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much.

There, you see?

You're getting stronger.

Walking around a bit'll
keep you from stiffening up.

I reckon I've
been a real bother.

No.

In fact, it's been
kind of nice to have

a man around to take care of.

Nobody's worn that robe
for over eight years.

I've been doing
a lot of thinking.

And there's something
I've got to say.

Now, I ain't very
good with words,

and maybe this ain't so proper,
but time is short for me.

Well, I figure when a
person has something to say,

any time's the right time.

It's something I never
said to no one else.

Oh, when I get out
of jail, I'm ain't

gonna break the law again.

I promise that.

And I was wondering if-- now,
I don't mean this as no insult.

If, well-- I ain't
much of a bargain,

but you'd make me the proudest
man alive if you'd marry me.

I'd work with you,
and I'd stand by, you,

and I'd never let you down.

Why, Mr. Boswell?

Why?

I guess I love you.

And I guess that's
what I needed to hear.

You know, when my husband
died, I figured I'd never care

for another man ever again.

I would be proud
to be your wife.

I can't believe it.

When I get out of jail,
I'll come as quick

as I can to St. Louis, and--

Do you like this place?

Yeah, it's a nice place.

Well, when you
come out, how would

you like to come down here?

I-- I haven't signed the
final paper with the buyer.

Maybe we could run it together.

I'd like that fine.

What about Susan?

Well, I'll-- I'll take
her on a long trip.

I will show her everything.

Maybe by then she'll
wanna come back.

Well, you do whatever
you think is best.

Well, I'm best--
don't tell her.

And that is gonna be a chore.

No, no.

I absolutely forbid
you to marry that man.

Susan, I understand
how you feel.

And I am sorry.

But Mr. Boswell and I
care about each other.

And we do want to come
back here to live.

You have lost your senses.

Now, that will be enough.

This is the way
it's going to be.

You can't do this to me.

After all these years,
doesn't my happiness

mean anything to you?

Mine doesn't seem to
mean anything to you.

Evening, Miss Susan.

Something wrong?

My aunt is going
to marry that outlaw

and come back to this to live.

I'm never gonna get
out of here, never.

Marshal don't seem to
think he's such a bad fella.

Miss Susan, I always felt
mighty strongly for you.

I've saved some money.

If you'd be inclined, I'll
take you away to the city.

I'd be proud.

Do you honestly believe
I'd go anywhere with you?

I was just trying to help.

Hey, Sam.

We got company.

You here on business, missie?

I brought you some food.

I am here on business.

What kind of business?

Do you wanna earn $500?

Doing what?

There's an outlaw
up at the house.

His name is Walter Boswell.

He's wanted in Waldron,
Arkansas for horse-stealing.

There's a $500 reward on him.

You take him there, and
the reward is yours.

Sure.

All we gotta do is take him out
from under that Marshal's nose.

The Marshal is in Mead.

By the time he gets
back, you'll be gone.

Horse-stealing's
a hanging affair.

That's Boswell's concern.

NEWT: Now, what's
in this for you?

That's my concern.

We need money to
get to Arkansas.

I'll give you $30.

What about your aunt?

When it's dark, and
my aunt's asleep,

I'll lock her in her room.

You just come and take him.

We can't.

Our horse is played out.

Then take my sorrel mare.

When you have Boswell, I'll
give you the money and a bill

of sale for the horse.

Ma'am, you just
made yourself a deal.

You come up just
two hours after dark.

She's a hard one, Newt.

You know something, Sam?

Our ship just come in.

Hey, where you going
with that horse?

You got the money?

He's in there.

[click]

Don't make a peep, Boswell.

What the?

Shh.

Newt, he ain't got on
nothing but drawers.

We can't take a naked
man to Arkansas.

Well-- well, look around.

His clothes must
be here someplace.

Look in that chest yonder.

You open your mouth-- Shh!

[thumping]

Here's your bill of sale.

Much obliged, ma'am.

Just get him out of here.

Goodbye, Mr. Boswell!

Nellie!

Nellie!

Nellie!

Come on, get him out of here!

Nellie!

Marshal?

Them drifters,
they're in the house.

Nellie!

Let go of him!

No!

Hold it.

[gunshot]

Put your hands up.

Newt, Newt, you all right?

You done this.

You done it!

That's not true!

You said it was easy.

Take him to Arkansas
and get the reward!

That's a lie!

Here's the money.

She gave us the money.

Here.

See?

You know we had no money before.

It was only you
and I and your aunt

that knew about that reward.

Aunt Nellie, I--
I did it for you!

Go to your room.

Aunt Nellie, please.

Go to your room.

Mr. Boswell.

Wish everybody round
here'd quit picking on me.

Glad you came back
early, Marshal.

We didn't expect you
till tomorrow night.

Yeah, I ran into a
friend down the trail.

He delivered that wire for me.

Thank the good Lord for that.

Susan, I'm going with
him to the trial.

And you're gonna marry him.

Yes, I am.

He's a good man.

What about me?

Mr. Boswell and I
have talked it over.

It was a terrible
thing that yo did,

but we're both willing
to forgive and forget.

I'm not.

Maybe I was wrong,
always giving in to you.

Some folks said I should
have treated you stronger,

but I-- I did what
I thought best.

But I didn't betray you.

You did that by thinking
only of yourself.

Won't you can with us?

Us?

Boswell?

If it hadn't been for him, none
of this would have happened.

I never wanna see
him again, never!

So be it.

Take it away, Murphy.

All right, Marshal.

[coach departs]

Dudley, where are you going?

Away.

Remember yesterday, you
said you had some money,

and that you'd take
me to the city?

I'll go with you.

Well, that was
yesterday, Miss Susan.

Today, I wouldn't have
you on a whiskey bet.

Bye, Miss Susan.

NARRATOR: Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next "Gunsmoke."

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