Gunsmoke

Oh, come on, Jack.

You'd better leave some room. We're riding into Dodge tonight.

Come on, Tom.

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Saloon trash.

I didn't catch that, mister.

Pa, the man's been drinking.

Hey, Pa.

Ain't that the Wesley girl from back home?

Iris?

Jeff, Jeff Lyle, the farm west of Tulsa,

down the road from that old place your ma had.

Well, you sure growed some, Jeffery.

Reckon you did too.

You remember my pa?

Mr. Lyle.

I heard about your ma passing away. I'm sorry.

Thank you, Jeffery.

Where'd you disappear to last night, honey?

Can't you see I'm talking to this here fella?

Except you're talking to me.

Mister, whiskey don't excuse bad manners.

You gonna teach me manners, farm boy?

You're hurting my ribs.

Sounds almost like you don't take to it.

You'll be waking up with more than a whiskey head,

if you don't let that girl go.

OK, farm boy, you did the calling.

I'll make allowance for you having too much to drink.

Farm boy, I'm gonna teach you a lesson.

A man doesn't open his mouth unless he's got a hand to back it up.

Now, I hear they got a good doc in Dodge, so you're ahead.

Pull it all the way out. Point it down.

Now throw it across the road.

You go against a man, you kill him.

His whiskey been doing the talking, Pa.

Nice meeting you again, Iris.

Pleasure seeing you and your pa again, Jeffery.

That's what I get for talking and not watching his hand.

What are you trying to say, he had the edge of drawing first?

Exactly the way it happened. My gun didn't clear leather.

Oh, sure it didn't.

Do I hear you calling me a liar?

Now, look, Jack, I don't call no man a liar, you know that.

It's one I owe you, farm boy.

Miss Kitty.

Looks promising to be the best uprage we ever had, Miss Kitty.

And you've been through a few of 'em.

I'll say I have. That I have.

All right, gentlemen, just step right in this door here, right in there.

Say, Newly, keep an eye on things while I got get some breakfast, will you?

- Yes, sir. - Soon as they sober up, let 'em out.

We're gonna need all the space we got there tonight.

OK, Marshal, you bet.

Grant?

By golly, I thought that was you.

Been a long time since I've seen you, Sheriff.

Been a long time since anybody called me sheriff, Matt.

Don't believe you know my boy, Jeff. Matt Dillon, Jeff.

Jeff, how do you do?

Heard a lot about you from the marshal down there in Abilene.

Tells me you turned down a deputy job there.

Just got time to move on, Marshal.

How about you two join me for breakfast?

Sounds fine. We was thinking on the same thing.

Good.

By the sound of it, you boys have been seeing a lot of the country, then.

Well, I'd guess you'd call it restless fever, Matt.

For a while we decided to settle down in Abilene,

Jeff working for the marshal.

Then we got the fever again, decided to check in on the excitement here.

Well, I'm glad you did.

You know, Jeff, with this celebration going on

and Festus out of town for a day or two, I could use a night deputy.

Would you like to pick up some extra money?

I don't think so. We won't be here that long.

Well, we'll be here a week or so.

Deputy pay'd give you some pocket money.

- All right. - Good.

Then why don't you stop by when you get settled?

- All right. - Excuse me.

- Brought in one for you. - Doc. Oh, thank you.

Doc, this is Grant Lyle and his son Jeff here.

- Doctor Adams. - How do, sir?

- Sit down, Doc. - Thanks.

Well, looks like the rumors are all true.

This fella Hoxy is being paroled next week.

He has to report to me on his way through Dodge.

Hey, Grant, seems to me you ought to remember this fella Hoxy.

Wasn't it down in your territory

he was causing all that ruckus a few years back?

I never met him.

Jeff, I guess you and me better go get us a hotel room

- while there's one to be got. - That's a good idea, you know.

They're gonna be selling space in the stable

the way things are going around here.

- Dr. Adams. - Oh, Mr. Lyle.

Be my pleasure to buy you a drink later, Matt.

- Take you up on it. - Nice meeting you.

Jeff.

Telegram wasn't about Hoxy and you know it.

I also know you found out about Hoxy's parole three days ago.

That's right, Doc. I just wanted to get Grant's reaction to the name Hoxy.

See, I've always believed that it was Hoxy that crippled Grant's hands.

Well, I thought he never did know who did it.

Well, Grant killed two of Hoxy's brothers when they busted up that rustling ring.

And between that time and the time that Hoxy was captured a few days later,

Grant's hands were crippled.

Oh.

You figure, then, he's here to even things up, huh?

I'll tell you one thing,

he's brought his boy along to be a real fast gun.

Well, from what I hear of Hoxy, he better be fast.

What are you gonna do about it?

Well, at least with the boy as a deputy, I can keep an eye on him.

No!

All he said was you'd had enough to drink, cowboy.

The way he said it.

Well, if he didn't say it right, then how about some coffee to square it up?

- Chunky yahoo! - Wait there. Hold on. Hold on here.

She's got better advice than I got.

You don't get ahold of yourself, you'll be sobering up in a jail bunk.

Night warm enough for a cold beer on the house?

Maybe later, Miss Russell, thank you.

- You're Jeff Lyle, aren't you? - Yes, ma'am.

Me and my pa came in this morning.

Matt was telling me about it.

You planning on making Dodge your home?

We're not making any plans right now.

Well, good night.

Night.

You get your hands off of me!

- Come on, honey, relax. - Let go!

- Don't fight with me. Enjoy yourself. - Let go!

Hey, mister. You hear the lady telling you to get?

Just the little gal looked lonesome, Marshal.

Like maybe she wouldn't mind a fella talking a spell.

Get out of here.

I was just looking at the town, minding my own business.

How come every time I see you,

some fella's leaning over you like he figures you're real friendly?

Well, it ain't my fault that I'm looking round for someplace

with maybe kitchen work.

- It's yours, Jeffery Lyle. - What do you mean?

You go sticking your nose in none of your business.

Lose me my job, that's what I'm saying.

You mean you were fired for what happened this morning?

Oh, that Jack Grover got in a mean fit and said it was all my doing,

and maybe him and his friends wouldn't come drinking there if I was around.

A whole dollar a day I've been making there

until you come along and spoil it for me.

You aren't losing much not working out at that roadside saloon any more.

Maybe you'd say different

if you didn't even have enough money for proper eating.

Look, I'm gonna have some supper. Would you like to eat with me?

I don't need nothing from somebody who thinks I'm forward with fellas.

I kind of remember now you had more pigtails than sense.

I got a good mind to arrest you for vagrancy.

Arrest me? I ain't doin' nothin'.

What's vagrancy?

Walking around hungry.

Come on.

Well, lookee there.

Come on, forget it, Jack. Let's get some partying done.

I'll get some partying done when I've settled with that farm boy.

I guess Ma was having a hard time making ends meet

and I just never knew it.

They even had to sell all that old furniture

to square things after she died.

Didn't you have anybody to live with?

Yeah. Went to stay with my Aunt Patience.

The mouths she had to feed,

it just didn't make me feel like I was really wanted.

So I figured I was old enough to earn my own way.

Never knew it was so hard, though, for a girl to find a town job.

Why don't you try working for Miss Russell at the Long Branch?

Oh, Jeffery. I ain't near fancy-looking enough for that place.

I guess you wouldn't win no prize.

But, then, I don't see you breaking any mirrors.

Thanking you proper for the compliment, Jeffery.

Look, I'll talk to Miss Russell tomorrow.

But tonight I'm taking you down to Ma Smalley's, get you a room.

I always remembered that about you, Jeffery.

- What's that? - Kindness about you.

Gentle, I guess, is the word.

Come on. I'm... supposed to be earning deputy pay on the street.

That's him.

Don't you recollect how fast he drawed, boy?

He was lucky, that's all.

Farm boy.

Draw.

What's happened here?

Well, I tried to stop him, Marshal.

He kept talking all day about getting even with the kid.

The deputy over there.

- Your friend drew first. - Well, I ain't denying it.

I just wish he'd listened to me, that's all.

He's dead, Matt.