Gunsmoke (1955) s02e39 Episode Script

ANNOUNCER: Starring James Arness as Matt Dillon.
We got a lot of men now, buried up here on Boot Hill.
And everybody assumes they're here because they did something wrong, like drawing too slow or turning their backs.
I guess that's probably right, even though I've done just as bad and I'm still alive.
Anyway, it isn't what I know I've done wrong that bothers me nearly as much as being accused of something I never even had in mind.
And accused by an old friend.
A friend who wants to kill me for it.
Matt Dillon, U.
S.
Marshal.
Six to win.
Hello, Chester.
Miss Kitty.
What are you doin' in here this time of day? Oh, well, uh, I found myself a dollar and I thought I'd come in and run it up with faro so I'd have some real gambling money for tonight.
Now, that's what I call lookin' ahead.
Yeah, well, you know, a man don't take a chance once in a while, he ain't gonna amount to nothin'.
I can see you got your mind made up so I'm not gonna argue with you.
Well, is what I was wonderin', would-? Would you come over to the table and stand there by me and maybe bring me a little luck? Sure, I got a feeling it won't take long.
Who's that new dealer here? I never seen him before.
He's a new man, Lonnie Pike.
Oh.
Yeah, well, I didn't like his looks too much.
Never mind him.
You just keep your eyes on the cards, honey.
Let go of that money, Pike.
You lost, didn't ya? I had my bet on the tray, you moved it.
I did not.
Get your hand off, I'm warnin' ya, Pike.
You fellas can settle this without a fight.
You stay out of this, mister.
I'm takin' my money, Davis.
No, you ain't.
Ah, get it out! Get it out.
Get it out.
Now, you ain't gonna shoot me, are you, Pike? No.
No, no, I'm not.
Please.
Pull that knife out of there.
Go on, pull it.
That'll learn ya.
My hand- You tore up my hand.
You go for your gun again, I'll tear up more than you hand, I'll open your throat.
Hold it, Davis.
You can stay out of this, marshal.
Shoot him, marshal, shoot him.
Shut up, Pike.
Put that knife down.
Sure, marshal.
All right, now get out of here.
All the way out.
You runnin' me out of town, marshal? Yeah, I'm runnin' you out of town.
Well, why didn't you shoot him? You're supposed to be a lawman, you see what he done to me.
Well, I'll kill him.
I'll kill him, you'll see.
You're not gonna kill anybody.
I wasn't gonna use it, only scare him.
Mr.
Dillon, Pike went for his gun before Davis ever touched that knife.
Well, that's no cause to do this to me, look at it.
Look at it, it's ruined.
And you'll let them get away with it.
You won't even shoot him.
Well, I'll get even with you.
You let him get away with it.
I'll pay you by him and I'll pay ya.
Look, you stand there talkin' like that, you're liable to bleed to death.
Get on over to Doc's.
You'll see, marshal.
You and Davis both shall see.
Wait a minute.
When you're through at Doc's, why don't you just keep on goin'? All right, boys, break it up.
It's all over.
Anybody that uses a knife like that ought not be allowed to carry one.
Tiny, take over here, will you? What happened here? Well, I-I don't know exactly, Mr.
Dillon.
I was standin' there with Miss Kitty Uh, heh, I was tryin' to just barely miss it, is what I was tryin' to do.
You know, like that Davis fellow over at the Long Branch, you remember? Yeah.
It seems to me you could've found a better target than one of your best boots.
Well, I thought sure that I could miss it, Mr.
Dillon, you know? And- And using my best boot kind of made it more exciting for me.
You know what I mean? Well, if you want somethin' real exciting why don't you try puttin' your foot in there? In the boot? Yeah.
Oh, heh-heh.
No, Mr.
Dillon, I'm not that good yet.
Not by a long shot.
Well, Cam Durbin.
Hello, Matt, how are you? How are you? It's good to see you.
Matt, I'd like you to meet my wife, Tilda.
Well, how do you do, Mrs.
Durbin? It's Tilda, marshal.
How do you do? So Marshal Dillon, huh? Well, it's not much of a job, Cam, but it keeps me eatin' anyway.
Ah, this is Chester Goode.
How do you do, ma'am? Hello, Chester.
Mr.
Durbin.
Pleased to meet you, Chester.
Well, I, uh- I guess you're kind of surprised to see me married, huh, Matt? Well, I guess a man's got a right to take the plunge if he wants to.
Heh-heh, he sure does.
Now, if you left that gun off, uh, maybe some woman might have you.
Well, as I remember, Cam, you used to be pretty good with a gun yourself.
If you remember, I had to be.
But that's all over, Matt.
I've been dealing off the top of the deck since my wedding day.
Promise I made to Tilda.
It was his only fault, marshal.
Aside from being the most jealous man I ever met.
Oh, now, Tilda.
It's true, and you know it.
Look, why don't you folks sit down? Mrs.
Durbin.
Well, Cam, what brings you to Dodge? I'm running the faro table at the Long Branch.
I made the deal with the owners by mail.
You mean with Bill Pence and Kitty? Yeah.
I'm giving 'em a percentage.
But it's my game and I run it.
I'm my own boss.
Well, Cam, you ought to do all right, you know.
That Long Branch is the best saloon in Dodge.
Well, we don't aim to get rich, Matt, just make an honest living.
Marshal, I wanna talk to you.
I'm busy right now, Pike.
Well, I ain't busy.
Nobody'll hire me.
I've been all over.
Look at that hand.
I can't deal with it.
They I'm too slow, too awkward.
Well, I'm gonna starve, marshal.
I'm gonna starve to death.
Why don't you find yourself some other kind of work? I don't want no other work.
Gambling's all I know.
You're a troublemaker, Pike.
I don't want you around Dodge anyway.
Troublemaker, huh? Well, I'm gonna give you more trouble than you can handle if you don't help me.
Wait a minute, Matt.
I don't know what this is all about, but I'll give him a job.
Now, Cam, this- Well, I can understand why a gambler doesn't want to give up his trade.
You're a dealer, mister? I run the faro table at the Long Branch.
Maybe he can deal for me in my off hours.
You mean it? Why don't you stop by tonight, we'll talk about it? Sure.
Thanks, mister, I'll be there.
It's a good thing for you there's one decent man in this town.
Cam, uh, that was a mistake, I'm afraid.
Well, it's better than letting him sneak around trying to shoot you in the back, isn't it? No, I could've handled that.
Well, I'm sure you could but it's easier this way.
And even if he is slow, at least he'll keep my game running.
All right.
But look, you keep an eye on him, because he's gonna cause nothing but trouble.
Why should he? Because you're a friend of mine.
Yeah, but what could he do to me anyway? I'm clean.
My only weakness is Tilda here.
And I'm sure not jealous of a man like Pike.
Hm-hm.
Come on, let's go.
Thanks for your concern, marshal.
Oh, there's no need to thank me, ma'am.
I hope you enjoy Dodge City.
Thanks, Matt.
Sure, Cam.
Hello, marshal.
Well Hello, Tilda.
Chester told me that the coffee was always very hot and very good here.
I thought maybe you might give me a cup and we could have a little chat.
Well, uh, it's hot, but can't guarantee you how good it is.
Uh, would you like to sit down? Thank you.
How's Cam doing? Haven't had much chance to see him lately.
Oh, he's doing fine, marshal.
Better than we even hoped.
If he keeps on, we can afford a home of our own soon.
Well, that's good.
I guess you're probably getting kind of tired of that Dodge House, huh? Oh, it's been one hotel after another ever since we married.
I want my own home I want to do my own cooking.
Well, this coffee's hot.
I mean, it stays hot after you swallow it.
That's the cayenne.
Yeah, Chester swears that the pepper gives it body.
Last week, he was using egg shells and salt.
You tell him chicor is good enough.
Well, I'll tell him, but I doubt it'll do much good.
Glad you stopped by, Tilda.
Thanks for the coffee.
Bye.
All right, Lonnie, come on back to the table.
Give me a rye, Sam.
Hello, Cam.
Want a drink? I can have a beer, I guess.
Well, how's your new dealer doing? Still the suspicious marshal, huh? Well, I guess that goes with the job.
Give me another rye.
He's doing just fine, marshal.
Just fine.
No trouble at all, from him.
Yeah, Tilda tells me you're doing all right too.
Does she? Yeah, says you're doing well enough to get yourself a house.
I'm real glad to hear that, Cam.
Yeah, I guess you are.
See you later, Matt.
Well, the whole trouble, Matt, is that everything just seems to be moving too fast.
Now, digestion is just a simple biological function.
And it depends principally on mastication, you see? That's chewing.
Well, yeah, I know that much.
Oh, you do, huh? Well, there's an awful lot of folks who don't know anything about it at all, and that's terrible, because- Well, now, I'll tell you.
You take the common milk cow.
That's a perfect example of proper mastication.
And then up comes the cud, you see? Then re-mastication occurs.
And- And- And- Well, did you ever hear of a milk cow with a bad stomach? No, no, Doc, I don't think I did.
No, of course not.
You never will, either.
Because they know how to eat properly.
And if human beings would just chew their food thoroughly, than bad stomachs would just be a thing of the past, that's all.
Seems like that would be kind of hard on your practice, wouldn't it? Oh, I don't think so.
By golly, you shoot enough people around here to keep me busy.
Heh.
You better watch your digestion now.
Evening, marshal.
Doctor Adams.
Oh, good evening, Mrs.
Durbin.
Here.
Uh, won't you sit down with us? Well, thank you.
There.
Where's Cam, Tilda? I expected to find him here.
I was to meet him at 6.
Well, that's fine.
Now, you can just have our table.
We've- We've finished.
Oh, that's too bad.
Well, Doc like to get here early.
I guess he's afraid that if he's not the first in line, all the food will be gone.
Heh-heh-heh.
Well, now, he's just lying something terrible.
The reason I eat early is because I get hungry early.
That sounds like a good enough reason.
Well, yes.
And then, of course, there's times like tonight, when I like to get to bed as early as I can, get as much sleep as I can.
So if you'll excuse me.
All right, Doc, I guess I'll sit here with Tilda till Cam comes.
All right, fine.
Good night, Matt, good night, Mrs.
Durbin.
Good night, Doc.
Good night, Doc.
Well, would you like a cup of coffee? With cayenne? No cayenne.
Mary, would you bring Mrs.
Durbin a cup of coffee, please? Sure, marshal.
I don't like that man.
I wish Cam had never hired him.
Well, he's never caused you any trouble, has he? I wouldn't trust him any further than I would a Yankee.
Well, that's, uh, putting it about as strong as you can get.
I'm sorry, Matt.
Why, I just naturally thought you were from the South.
Well, I have lived around quite a few places, I guess.
So has Cam.
I swear I get the idea sometimes he couldn't have spent more than a night in any one spot he's been to so many places.
Yeah, Cam was quite a wanderer till he met up with you.
He worries me sometimes, Matt.
Oh, why is that? What are you doing here, Tilda? What? I said, what are you doing here? I'm waiting for you.
Oh, is that so? Well, of course it's so.
What are you talking about? You're supposed to be waiting for me at the Alacran.
Oh, my goodness.
I guess I wasn't listening.
Well, I just naturally thought you meant here.
Cam, as long as you've found her, sit down.
I'll be waiting for you at the Alacran.
Whenever you're finished your business here.
Cam.
Don't worry.
I'll explain it to him.
He'll understand.
All right, Tilda.
Excuse me.
Sure.
Whoa, Matt.
Well, hello, Kitty.
Tilda.
Hello, marshal.
Phew.
I bet we've been 20 miles today.
That's good for you to get out in the country once in a while, Kitty.
It's good for me too.
If I had my way, I'd never go near a town.
Well, now, why don't you and Cam get yourself a ranch instead of a house in town, then.
What would Cam do on a ranch? All he knows is cards and guns.
I didn't know Cam wore guns.
Well, he doesn't anymore, Kitty.
I made him stop.
But he's awful good with one.
Yeah, he is, all right, I've seen him.
If you're going down to the stable I'll walk along with you.
Well, I told Ma Smalley I'd come by.
I'm tired, Kitty.
The stable sounds good to me.
But I'm ready to walk there.
Heh-heh.
Well, I'll see you later.
See you later.
Here, I'll give you a hand.
Oh, thank you.
Kitty's a wonderful girl, Matt.
Yeah.
Well, that's not the most enthusiastic response I ever heard.
I guess I was thinking about Delmonico's last night.
Cam shames me when he acts like that.
Yeah.
Hello, Cam.
Cam.
We sure had a long ride.
Nearly 20 miles, Kitty said.
Kitty said.
Oh, she went on to see somebody up the street.
You think I've been out riding with the marshal, don't you? Why shouldn't I? Because I wasn't.
Eh, look, I'll take your horse over to the stable for you.
No, you won't.
I'll take it.
Why don't you ask Kitty if you don't believe us? Because she'd lie.
She'd have to for her own pride.
Who you been talking to, Cam? Who's been putting these ideas in your head? I've got my own eyes.
Yeah? I think you've been using Lonnie Pike's Of course, that's who's been doing it.
It is Pike, isn't it, Cam? Pike's got nothing to do with this.
Now you're lying.
Only, you're too ashamed to admit it.
I don't need anybody to tell me what's plain as day, Tilda.
Next time we meet, I'm gonna be wearing a gun.
Oh, no.
I won't stand for this.
I didn't start it.
No, Pike started it.
She's right, you know, Cam.
I warned you about him.
Matt Dillon and my wife, huh? I'm gonna kill you, Matt.
You're a fool, Cam.
I'll feel like less of a fool when you're dead.
Where you'll be? I'm not hard to find.
Excuse me, Tilda.
Well, if he does come after you with a gun, Mr.
Dillon, there ain't nothin' to do but to kill him.
I hate to see Tilda a widow, but Chester, she's not gonna be.
Oh? I'm goin' over and get Pike, and I'm gonna make him face-up to Cam.
Well, what if he won't tell the truth though? If he won't talk? Then I'll just have to twist it out of him.
Well, what can I do for you, Mrs.
Durbin.
Nothing, Mr.
Pike.
But there's something I'm gonna do for you.
He ain't dead yet, marshal.
Get him over to Doc's, will ya? Yes, sir.
I'll take the gun.
Take it, marshal.
Tilda, I'll have to arrest you.
I shot him, didn't I? It's Cam.
Look, don't say a word to him.
What happened, Tilda? There's nothing to worry about, Cam.
Why, you Why'd you do that? Why'd you hit him? All right, Tilda.
Chester, get somebody and take him over to jail.
Y-yes, sir.
Pinky.
You'll have some company now, Tilda.
Come on, get him up.
Mrs.
Durbin, why don't you try drinking a little hot coffee there.
It'll make you feel better maybe.
Mr.
Dillon.
How's Pike doing? Well, Doc said he'd let us know as soon as he find out himself.
But he isn't dead? No, Tilda, he's- He's not dead.
Not yet.
I had to do it, you know that, don't you? Go bring Cam in here, will you, Chester? Oh, yes, sir.
Will they hang me, Matt? No, Tilda, they won't hang you.
But you might have to spend a long time in prison.
Cam, how's your head? It's all right.
It's a good thing you hit me, though.
I'd killed you before I let you take Tilda to jail.
Mm-hm.
Cam, you know, she shot a man.
I don't care.
Well, if he dies, she'll go to prison.
Why'd you do it, Tilda? Don't you know? I did it because of you, Cam.
I-I don't know what you mean.
If you really don't know what I mean, then I shot Lonnie Pike for nothing.
It ain't really true about you two, is it? Well, is it? Afraid you'll have to find that out for yourself, Cam.
Pike.
It was Pike kept telling me all those things.
He never let me alone for a minute.
About you two being alone in here and eating at Delmonico's, and- And out riding together.
It was proven, everything he was saying.
Kind of a poor way to court a man's wife, don't you think? Right out in the open? Well, I know that now.
I just wasn't thinking.
He wouldn't have taken you out to eat like that, or out riding, would he? It doesn't make sense.
It just doesn't make sense at all.
No, it doesn't.
I don't know what I was thinking of, letting Pike talk me into believing all that.
It's happened before, Cam.
Not like this.
No.
Not like this.
I'm a fool, Tilda.
Just a plain fool.
And I'm so ashamed of myself.
Being ashamed won't hurt you, providing you remember it the next time you start thinking like that.
I won't forget.
And the next time it happens, I'll know and I'll remember.
I'll stop it.
Is that true, Cam? Really true? I promise you, Tilda.
It'll never happen again.
Then I'm glad I shot him.
I'd rather go to prison than go on living like we were.
You have to keep her here, don't you, Matt? You know I do.
Yeah, I know, I know.
Look, I- I guess I ought to tell you I'm- I'm sorry about those things I was thinking.
No need for that.
Well, I'm- Doc.
Doc, is he all right? Well, he's alive.
Uh, I think probably he'll stay that way.
Oh, Cam.
Cam.
Well, Matt? Guess you might as well take her on home, Cam.
A woman's got a right to protect her honor, doesn't she? Her, uh, good name? I guess we'll be leaving Dodge.
Yeah, I figured you would.
Thank you, Matt Dillon.
My pleasure, Mrs.
Durbin.
Thanks, Matt.
Cam.
Thanks.
Doc? Yeah? What about Pike? Well, he's gonna be all right, Matt, but he's an awful, awful sick man.
Well, patch him up.
Well, I will.
It'll take a couple of weeks, though, to get him on his feet.
All right.
Get started.
Lonnie Pike has got a long way to travel.