Gunsmoke

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Don't try it, Ray.

Matt, that you?

It's me.

I wasn't sure which one of you I was following.

Me and Cooper split up a ways back.

I know.

I wish I'd followed the other trail.

Heard two weeks ago you was after us.

I didn't believe it.

Ray, you knew I was marshal at Dodge.

You should've stayed out of Ford County.

A man on the run don't always check county lines.

I'm sorry about that farmer.

He still alive?

Just barely.

I didn't shoot to kill, Matt.

No, you just shot so you could get a fresh horse

and stay ahead of a posse.

Oh, no, Matt.

No, it wasn't no posse I was worried about.

Them bounty hunters.

Been two, maybe three, on my trail all year.

Mind if I stand up now, Matt?

Take off your gun belt first.

I wouldn't draw on you, Matt.

You should know better than that.

Just real slow and easy, Ray.

It's been a long hard ride, outside the law.

More than ten years.

I'm almost glad it's over, Matt.

I wish it had ended somewhere else.

So do I, friend.

So do I.

Saddle the horse, Ray.

Well, I can think of worse things

than being in your jail, Matt.

Give us time to talk about the old days.

Remember the time at Chickamauga

when you saved the captain's life?

I remember I never would've gotten out alive,

if it wasn't for you.

You don't forget something like that.

Yeah.

Well, guess that's all water under the bridge now.

You always was a stickler for doing your duty.

Saddle up, Ray.

Sure.

Just... talking for the sake of talking, Matt.

Well, I guess you'll be anxious to get back to...

Matt, behind you...

Don't pull a trick like that, Ray.

No trick, Matt.

Look out, Matt!

It's okay, Matt.

Beats a rope.

I didn't believe you, Ray.

Don't blame yourself, Matt.

It's just the kind of trick

a man in my spot might try to pull.

We'll get you to a town.

You couldn't get me ten feet.

You know it.

Ray, I'm sorry.

I know.

Who was that man?

I couldn't make him out.

A bounty hunter, more than likely.

I guess he figured he'd...

shoot you, then me...

and take me and claim I-I killed you.

I'll find him.

Matt... Matt... no, Matt.

You've got better things to do

than try to... get even with someone

for what he did to some old tired horse thief.

Matt...

just take me and see I get buried proper.

Please...

I got some money in my saddlebag.

Ray, I...

Forget it, Matt.

Forget it.

It's not your fault.

It just happened.

Matt...

Well, Marshal.

Good to see you back.

Grab this here.

How are you, Hank?

Who is it?

Ray Gilcher.

Got him, huh?

- Hank, do me a favor, will you? - Sure, sure.

Take him over to the undertaker.

See if the preacher can hold services on him in the morning.

Sure thing, Marshal.

Anything you find on him, why,

just bring it to my office.

Howie, I want a room.

What?

Give me a back room off the streets, now, Howie.

Well, you don't have to register, Marshal.

Why not?

Well, I... Marshal, is there something the matter?

Howie, I'm tired. I want to get upstairs.

Give me a key, will you?

Sure.

Sure, Marshal.

Sure you wouldn't like a cup of coffee, Marshal Tucker?

Oh, I'm sure.

How about a half a cup?

No, thanks.

Good and hot. Stout.

Haggen-style coffee...

No, I'm... no, thanks.

I'm-I'm trying to finish this letter.

Having trouble with it, are you?

Just a little.

Well, shoot, maybe I could help you out.

There's lots of times that I give Matthew ideas for letters

that he just thinks is...

This is, uh... this is personal.

Oh.

Well, fiddles.

She can't have forgot you this soon.

Why, I know this feller that left his gal

for purty nigh three years,

and he never heared from her one time.

Well, take that back.

He might have got one letter...

This is to my wife, Festus,

and please let me finish the letter, huh?

Oh, sure.

Just didn't want you to be a-frettin', that's all.

Thanks.

Howdy, Hank.

Hi, Festus.

Marshal asked me to drop this stuff off here.

Hi, Marshal.

Whose is that?

Ray Gilcher's belongings.

Ray Gilcher?

Is Matthew back?

Yeah, he rode in a half hour ago.

This is all Gilcher had on him.

A gold watch...

seventy-five dollars...

belt, holster, pistol...

horse and saddle's over at my place.

Matthew must have went over to the Long Branch.

- Naw, I saw him - After this, well, we...

headed towards the Dodge House.

The Dodge House?!

Well, what did he want to go over there for?

Hank, thanks. We'll take care of this.

Yeah, okay.

You know, Matthew ain't never did nothing like this before.

Why do you reckon he'd want to go...?

He probably had a reason.

Well, I'm fixing to find out right now.

Come in.

Matthew...

Festus, Clint.

Matt.

What in the tarnation are you doing over here...?

I understand you bagged Gilcher.

I killed him, if that's what you mean. Yeah.

He put up much of a fight, did he, Matthew?

None.

Matt...

I'll make out a report on it, later, Clint.

Yeah, sure.

You must be tired.

Why don't you rest up for a day or two.

I don't mind staying on for a time.

Oh, sure! Me and old Clint,

we-we can handle things for a spell longer.

Hold on a minute.

Festus, I didn't mean for you to hear it this way, but...

What?

Clint, you're the new marshal in this town.

What?!

I'll turn in my resignation when I make out my report.

Resig...!

What in the Sam Hill are you talking about?

You can't quit!

I'd just as soon drop it, Festus.

Look, Matt, I was just filling in.

I have a personal matter to tend to in Ellsworth.

I want to get back.

Now, Clint, you're in charge here,

till they can send a new man down from Hays.

Matthew, you just slow down.

You're going too fast.

Festus, I'm tired and I want to get some sleep.

Well, golly Bill, you can't say such a thing as that,

and then go to sleep on it.

This here takes jawin' about, and a-thinkin' on.

I've been thinking about it...