Gunsmoke (1955) s04e37 Episode Script

Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.
Boys.
What's the matter? What's the matter with you, huh? Oh, I knowed it was you fiddling around like that.
Oh, you did? Well, I just wanted to see if you was dead, that's all.
Dead? Doc, I'll be pulling weeds over your grave for 20 years.
Well, that'll keep you from going to sleep in public.
Oh, I just stored a little bit up.
Nobody's going to get any sleep in this town, not tonight.
Why is that? Well, there's a new outfit arrived out of Braveroot Drag R outfit.
Oh, they any worse than any other outfit? No, no.
There's just more of them, that's all.
Well, that's fine.
Maybe I'll do a little business.
Things have been a little quiet lately.
Well, it ain't going to be quiet long.
Hey, fellas, lookie here! Partner, hold it there.
All right, put the gun away, cowboy.
No, I ain't hurting nobody.
You've been here before.
You know the law.
Kansas law.
- I'm from Texas.
- We all are.
Yeah.
Don't make me throw you in jail before I even get drunk.
You ain't throwing nobody in jail, lawman.
Then put the gun away.
I got one more shot left.
Give me a drink, barkeep.
You're slower than a cripple's steer.
Be patient, will you? I got my hands full.
And I got my bottle empty.
Now give me some whiskey before I lose my temper.
You'll wait your turn, Mister.
I didn't make that ride from Texas to wait for nothing.
Do you hear me? I want some whiskey.
I want some whiskey! Now look here, you're going to have to pay for that.
Pay for it? Sure.
Like this? Hee ha ha ha ha! Hold it.
- Give me that gun, cowboy.
- Like blazes.
The law's gonna get you You better run, you better get away Run right along, the law's gonna get you You better run, you better get away Ohh Oh, good morning, Mr.
Dillon.
Hello, Chester.
I, uh, turned them cowboys loose, Mr.
Dillon, like you told me to.
Oh, good.
You know, them was the sorriest of cowboys I ever did see.
You know before the night was out you had five prisoners back there? I guess I was a little too busy to keep track.
Oh, yeah.
It sure is a good thing that you kept busy, though.
Otherwise, I'm telling you, we would have been in for a peck of trouble.
Yeah, I suppose so.
I know that cowboys take their pleasures serious-like, but hey, I never seen anything like that Drag R outfit.
They beat anything I ever seen.
You Marshal Dillon? Yeah.
My name's Rance, Marshal.
I'm trail boss of the Drag R outfit.
Oh.
I bossed that herd up here from down near Matagorda.
That's in Texas, Marshal.
Yeah.
I've been there.
You have, huh? Well, you better not ever go back.
We might give you the kind of welcome you're giving us up here.
What's your complaint? Five of my men rode back to camp a while ago, Marshal, with blood in their hair.
They said you done it with a six-gun barrel.
I did.
I probably saved them from getting shot or else shooting somebody else.
I don't take kindly to your buffaloing my men, Marshal.
Now, listen to me, Rance.
This town was on the edge of a riot last night, and I was finally able to stop it, and I stopped it without anybody being killed.
It's a man's own business if he wants to draw his gun.
Around here it isn't.
Now, Marshal, I can't expect men to live the miserable life they live coming up the trail and then take to drinking soda water and talking in whispers when they hit town.
What kind of place is this anyway? It's a good town.
They can do all the drinking and gambling they want to here.
But they can't go around shooting up saloons or starting free-for-alls or stopping women on the street.
It's not that kind of town.
All right, so they got a little frisky.
I don't see no harm in that.
That's the kind of thing that leads to a killing sooner or later, Rance.
Nah.
I got to draw the line somewhere.
Well, now so do I, Marshal, so do I.
I won't drive cattle to Dodge no more.
I'll take them someplace else.
I'll spread the word back home that Dodge is a no-good town.
This place will go broke, Marshal.
It'll turn to dust.
All be your fault.
I'm just hired to keep the peace, Rance.
Well, you you just keep it, then, as long as they want you here.
That might not be for very long.
People in Dodge are not going to like being broke.
Uh, I wish he'd show up.
I'm needed at the bank.
Well, we all had work.
I thought you said you told Marshal Dillon to be here at 4:00.
I did, but the marshal isn't doing much of anything the way he should lately.
He sure isn't.
Did you tell him what the meeting is for? Of course not.
Well, we can't wait all day.
I've got bank work to do.
Good afternoon, gentlemen.
Good afternoon, Marshal.
Oh, this is my brother Carl, Marshal.
He's, uh, visiting from Denver.
- How do you do? - Marshal.
You said you wanted to see me? We all did, Marshal.
Mr.
Hightower, Mr.
Botkin, Mr.
Dobie, all of us.
Practically every man who does business in Dodge is present.
Mm-hmm Where's the, uh, trail boss Rance? He does business here, too, doesn't he? He certainly does.
And that's just what we want to talk to you about.
Shall we sit down? Marshal, we've had a meeting here, and we've decided you've got to go easier on these cowboys.
That so? They bring a lot of money into this town, and we don't aim to lose their business.
Gentlemen, there's always a little trouble the first night or two after a trail herd hits Dodge.
All I do is throw a few of the wildest boys in jail, and the rest calm down soon enough.
Rance won't stand for your slugging and jailing his men.
He told me so himself.
Nobody got killed last night, did they? That isn't the point, Marshal.
According to the law, it's the point, Mr.
Botkin.
The law's a fine thing, Marshal.
We also happen to be interested in business.
And we're not going to let you and your methods ruin it for us.
Nobody's trying to ruin your business, Mr.
Green.
But you're doing it.
And we've decided that if you just leave Dodge alone and do your work out in the country, we'll hire a man here the cowboys might take to a little better.
I see.
I'm speaking for the good of the community, Marshal.
You're a fool, Mr.
Green.
You're all fools.
You'd rather see blood spilled than lose out on a dollar, wouldn't you? All right.
I'm not going to make any more arrests until you come and ask me to.
Now it's your town, gentlemen.
You can blow is off the map if you want to.
I guess you're not going to learn any other way.
Chester.
Got the mail, Mr.
Dillon.
Oh, good.
Just throw it on the desk over there, will you? I'm probably going to have plenty of time to read it, the way things are going.
Well, just wait till people find out what Dodge is a wide open town.
We're not gonna have nothing but trouble.
Well, I don't know what else to do.
It's the only thing I can think of.
Besides, maybe with a little luck, nothing too bad will happen.
Well, it's just a doggone shame that people won't listen to you is all I can say.
- Excuse me, Marshal.
- Come in.
Well, I don't want to bother you.
No bother.
Well, I sure hope not.
What can I do for you? Marshal, you don't know me, but I know you.
Mm-hmm.
Marshal, l I don't know h Well, go ahead.
Uh, I'm the new constable.
Uh, they picked me to be constable.
I had to take it, I'm so broke and all.
What? I don't want you to be mad at me, Marshal.
I need the money.
That's That 's why I done it.
What's your name? - Uh, Dillard.
- Dillard? Yes, sir.
Uh, Dillard Bann.
Where's your gun? Oh.
Oh, shucks, Marshal.
I don't aim to get in no fight.
- You don't? - No, sir.
If there's any trouble, well, I'll just sort of talk them out of it.
Uh-huh.
Well, I wish you a lot of luck.
Thanks.
Well, ha Well, uh, I better be going.
l I'm on pay already.
Sure.
So long.
I'm gonna tell you, them cowboys is gonna ruin him, Mr.
Dillon, that feller there.
Hey, lady.
Aw, don't be scared of us.
Yeah.
Send the boy home and have a drink with us.
Yeah.
Come on.
You're still pretty.
Ah Oh, boy! You sure do make a pretty picture flying through the air! - Yee hee! - Wahoo! - Don't stop there.
- Ahh! Okay, now, fellas, let's stop this.
We don't want no fighting.
Now let's talk this over and Get! Now, Claude, hit me if you can.
Stop this, men.
Now there's no need to Easy.
Now stop again, I said.
Get on out of the way! Men, stop this fight.
Okay, now, fellas fellas fellas? Men Fellas, now stop it I don't mind making money, Doc, but if this crowd gets any wilder, I'm gonna wish we'd stayed closed.
Yeah, they're rough.
Seems like they get rougher every year.
Why is that? You know, it's like Chester says, there are just more of them.
Shouldn't have tried to cheat me.
Set 'em up, everybody.
I'm buying.
They don't even care.
I'm gonna go get Matt.
Hey.
Hey, what are you doing? Hey, you, what are you doing? This man's been hurt.
Who are you, Mister? I'm a doctor.
Now help me get this man over to the office Well, now, he had it coming.
You leave him be.
- What? - We don't need no Kansas doctoring.
- You're drunk.
- I'm drunk enough to lose my temper.
- Now you get out of here.
- I'm not going anyplace, Mister.
Get him out of here.
Get out of here! There! Get out of here! Stay out.
Well, now, I thought you quit, Marshal.
You thought wrong.
Well, now, what you doing here, then? You have a man dying, haven't you? Oh, well, he was shot in self-defense, Marshal.
- Ain't that right, boys? - That's right.
So you see, Marshal, we don't need no help.
We believe in dying where we fall.
You better get that doctor out of here.
I'm not going to argue with you, Rance.
Now, men, let's not have no trouble here.
Let's talk this over and settle it peaceful Oh.
It's you, Marshal.
Oh, Marshal, I've been having a terrible time.
Yeah, I can see that.
How is he, Doc? He's in bad shape.
I'd like to have him up in the office.
Chester, you and Dillard here give Doc a hand, will you? - Sure.
- Sure, Marshal.
Now you just leave him be, Constable.
That's enough, Rance.
Marshal, you better get out of here while you still can.
All right, go on.
The first man that moves is going to die on his feet.
Hey, friend, don't forget your mail.
Well, good afternoon, Marshal, Chester.
Hello, Mr.
Green.
Well, Marshal, things are working out all right after all.
- Is that so? - Ask any businessman in town.
Those cowboys certainly are great spenders.
Oh, my, yes.
Well, I know one that isn't anymore.
What do you mean? A man was shot last night.
Doc couldn't save him.
Oh, yes.
Yes, I, uh, heard about that.
Too bad.
They're just getting started, Mr.
Green.
Oh, you're a worrier, Marshal.
Come on, Carl.
I'm showing my brother the town.
Well, so long.
They're in town early, Mr.
Dillon.
Won't be dark for an hour.
Hmm.
Maybe Rance needs a drink for his headache.
Or maybe he's going to cause trouble about that, too.
It's all right with me.
- Yippee! - Well, lookie here home! Hey! Give us service, barkeep! Put it up right here! Ha ha ha! Well, what do you know.
The constable.
Yeah.
he looks kind of sad sitting there alone, don't he? Maybe we ought to be nice to him.
- What do you mean? - Show him some fun.
You know - Oh.
- Come on.
- Hello, Constable.
- Uh - Howdy.
- Hi.
Constable, we come to buy you a drink.
Oh? Well, that's mighty nice of you.
Well, I'll just have a little glass of beer.
A little glass of beer.
Well, that's all right to begin with.
Now why don't you come over to the bar? The boys don't like to see you sitting alone.
- Oh, uh - Oh, come on! Ha ha ha! - Well, okay.
- Good.
Well, that's real friendly of you.
Real friendly.
- Boys.
- Hi, men.
Constable's gonna have a drink with us.
- Well, good.
- He likes beer.
Lots of it.
- Oh, no, now - It makes him happy.
Barkeep, bring the constable some beer.
Bring him a gallon of beer.
- Oh, not a gallon.
- Yeah, here you go.
- Drink it down now.
- Thanks.
Oh, that ain't no way.
Drink it down like a man! - You mean the whole thing? - Yeah! Sure! There's more where that come from.
Come on.
Let's get you drinking now.
That's it.
Give me a drink over here.
They ought to let that constable be.
He's harmless.
A certain marshal needs a lesson taught him a lesson that'll put him 6 feet under.
I might just have to do it.
I might.
Let's go have a drink.
That dinner plum sobered me.
You ain't been sober in two days.
I wouldn't be talking if I was you.
Gentlemen Oh, gentlemen - What do you want? - The waitress made a mistake in there.
Your bill is, uh, $2.
00 short.
Well, the whole thing weren't worth $2.
00.
The food ain't that good.
Why, it's the best food in town.
Please, don't let's argue.
We won't argue.
Who's fighting? Just some of the boys having a little fun.
Yeah.
Carl.
Carl, what is it? He's been shot.
Somebody get Doc Adams.
Hurry.
Too late, Rusty.
This man's dead.
He's my brother.
He can't be dead.
Being your brother didn't help him any.
Took a stray bullet.
Boys are shooting a little low, I guess.
Who did it? Which one of them did it? How are you going to tell that? Nobody done it on purpose.
It was an accident.
That's all it was.
You bet he's gonna drink.
Come on.
Hold it! Hold it! Hold it! Hold it.
All right, men, bring him out! Bring him out.
Come on.
Hold it.
Hold it.
Bring him out.
That's it.
Come on, little man.
Come on.
No more beer.
I'll bust open if you make me drink more beer.
Don't you worry.
Your carriage is waiting, Constable.
Here you are.
Oh, you can't put me in there.
I'll bust! lt'll kill me! Come on now.
Move it out! Things sure ain't clapping down now, ain't they? No.
I didn't figure they would.
Yep.
Just as long as nobody gets hurt, I guess Uh-oh.
Look who's coming, Mr.
Dillon.
There's Mr.
Green, Mr.
Botkin, and Mr.
Dobie.
Gentlemen.
Marshal, I'm afraid we've made a mistake.
My brother Carl was shot down and and killed a while ago.
What? Stray bullet.
I don't even know who fired it.
I'm sorry about that, Mr.
Green.
Things are getting out of hand, Marshal.
They smashed one of the windows at the bank.
Didn't try to steal anything, though.
And that constable's really helping us now.
They poured a lot of beer into him and rolled him off down the street in a barrel.
We need your help, Marshal.
We've learned our lesson.
We won't interfere again.
You You will do something, won't you, Marshal? They'll set fire to this town next.
Well, it's pretty late now.
We'll do whatever you say, Marshal.
Well, Rance is the boss of those men.
Maybe if I can throw him in jail, I can control the rest of them.
Good idea.
All right, but I want every saloonkeeper in Dodge to turn out his lights and close up.
That's going to be up to you men to spread that word along.
I don't want to be seen till I go for Rance.
We'll do it, Marshal.
We'll do it right now.
Let's go, men.
Closing up the place at this hour.
I can't imagine Oh, this is the last Dodge City run for me.
I'm not boarding here no more.
A certain marshal done that.
I'll get his hide for that.
Let's go get him, Rance.
I wish I weren't so drunk.
Aw, we're behind you, Rance.
- All right, come on.
- Come on.
Come on.
Street's closed, Rance.
Take your men back to camp.
Marshal, I'm in no mood to fool.
Town will be open again tomorrow night.
You're welcome to come back.
There won't be no town tomorrow night, Marshal.
- That right, boys? - That's right.
All right, that's the way you feel about it.
You're going to jail.
I'm what? I said you're going to jail.
You leave him be, Marshal.
You looking for a fight, too, Mister? I think your friend Rance here is a little too drunk.
But maybe you're not.
Well, how about it? I ain't no gunfighter.
Go on, you coward.
No, why should I die here? Then I'll have to try it myself, drunk or sober.
Don't be a fool, Rance.
He'd kill you for sure.
Get out of my way.
Give me that gun! Oh, no.
All right, that was smart of you, cowboy.
Now he's still going to jail.
You got a lot of nerve, Marshal, bucking a crowd like this.
I'm not bucking a crowd.
I'm just one man going up against any other man here.
I've been to Texas, too.
I guess you win, Marshal.
Do you want to take him back to jail, or do you want me to? I reckon his head might be less lumpy tomorrow if I do it.
- Give me a hand, Bill.
- Sure.
Come on, Rance.
And the rest of you men listen to me.
You know how I run this town.
You're welcome to come back tomorrow night if you want to.
But if you do, it'll be on my terms.
Now get back out to camp.