18x12 - The Brothers

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(theme music)

(narrator)

With...

And starring James
Arness as Matt Dillon.

(tense music)

Are you positive
that you never worked

the Golden Rail in Abilene?

Look, mister, we have never met,

and if we have, I've
forgotten about it,

with obvious good reason.

The time wasted
and the gal pretending

it just isn't the polite thing
to get acquainted right off.

You walk around
and you smell fancy...

You act real put out
when a fella gets to sniffin'.

What stage are you
takin' outta here?

So you naturally can
take a different one, huh?

That's the general idea.

I guess it's just female nature

to stir up the dust
around a fella,

and work up his thirst.

Two hours waitin' here
for that Dodge stage?

What excuse they got this time

treatin' passengers like cattle?

Night rains made a
mess of the roads, mister!

All the lines are
runnin' behind.

How long before the Dodge
stage will be through here?

My guess, ma'am, anywhere
from two to five hours.

Not even a meal prepared here.

Station master leaves a
note, he's got tooth problems.

Hey, what time is that
connecting stage to the South?

Could be late afternoon too.

You folks help yourself
to whatever grub's in there.

Be at home.

Hyah!

Fine way to run a line,

leavin' passengers
to fend for themselves!

Maybe we ought to write
up a complaint, or somethin',

don't you think?

(Jay) I think you
oughta shut up!

Since we gotta stay here,

I thought I'd put
together some coffee.

That feller out there,
he give you his name?

No, why?

It's Jay Wrecken, that's
who it is, Jay Wrecken!

There's bounties on him, flyers,
more than five $1,000 bounties!

He's a k*ller.

You sure?

Worked in Winfield
Post Office last summer.

I seen pictures of him.

Funny scar on his arm,
that's Jay Wrecken all right.

What can we do, you got a g*n?

He's mean, near as
bad as his brother.

In Austin, he b*at up a
woman so bad, she near d*ed.

That's a good idea,
coffee. Good idea!

Heat up a fire a little, maybe
we can fry up a little somethin'.

You hungry, stranger?

That's a way of puttin' it.

Miss?

(whispering)

(dramatic tense music)

Do my waitin' in the back room!

(tense music)

We got him.

We got Jay Wrecken!

We're rich!

The whole bounty's ours!

We're rich!

I'm goin' to Seville,
to get the sheriff.

(dramatic tense music)

Well, that's Jay
Wrecken all right.

I'll need your names,
where you come from.

How much bounty's there on him?

Well, for certain is
2,000 from this territory.

Could come to six or 7,000
by the time you include

the bounty money
from other places.

Your name, ma'am?

Kitty Russell.

Same as runs the
Dodge City Long Branch?

The same.

I'm Beal Brown,
no special place,

just kinda drift, I guess.

Where do you want the
money sent, Mr. Brown?

Well, I got a cousin who works
at the Four Corners Saloon.

I was visitin' him.

It's about, near Dodge,
about 10 miles east,

you can send it there.

Wait a minute!

You ain't writin'
down our names.

Mister, I can't very well
send you the bounty money

if I don't know your
name, now can I?

We don't want nobody to
know it was us k*ll Jay Wrecken.

We got our rights, this
woman here and me.

Nobody known it was us.

Well, won't be the first
bounty money I sent on

to be paid in secret.

We'll handle all bank drafts

through the Dodge
marshal's office.

You're not sendin'
me any of that money.

It's due to you, ma'am.

Mr. Brown said
you both sh*t him.

I don't want any of it.

Wait a minute.

You ain't goin' outta
here blabbin' it was me

k*lled Jay Wrecken.

You're in on this too!

Might even been your
b*llet what k*lled him,

but half still goes to me.

Look, I have no intentions
of talking about this.

The whole thing is
a nightmare to me!

I just wanna be on my
way as soon as possible.

Well, Jay Wrecken
may have been a k*ller,

but I sure wish it had been
handled a little differently.

Understand your feelings, ma'am.

Only one thing could
give me more pleasure

than burying Jay Wrecken.

That's doin' the same
for his brother Cord.

(tense pensive music)

(Cord) Good evenin', Mr. Warren.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

No, no, I'm just fixin'
the edges on this box.

Please continue.

I just had a few questions

I thought you might
be able to answer.

I'm Jules Hawkins of
The Tulsa Dispatch.

Another one of them
newspaper fellas, huh?

Sure had a mess of 'em
underfoot around here

last couple days, I'll tell you.

I imagine so.

I understand you
buried Jay Wrecken.

Jay Wrecken, stinkin' garbage!

You know what I did?

I put a couple extra
holes in the box

so the worms get at
him sooner. (chuckles)

So far, there seems to
be more rumor than fact

around this town about
what actually happened.

Most credible version
to me seems to be

that Jay was ambushed
at the stage junction

by two people on their way
to Dodge City, is that right?

I don't know about that.

You talk to Sheriff about that.

I've already spoken to him.

He's rather a uncooperative man.

Well, yeah, he's been
a little tight-mouthed

about the bounty money,
where it's goin', that's a fact.

He did admit to several newsmen

the Dodge City marshal
would be the dispersin' officer.

Well, sure a pretty penny

goin' to somebody's
pocket up there.

Also conflicting rumors
about the number of times

that Jay was sh*t.

Some say twice,
some say half a dozen.

Twice, twice, I know.

I did the autopsy myself.

He got him a regular
slug right in his back,

and he got a Derringer
smack in his chest.

A Derringer?

Yes, sir.

Oh, Derringer, that
could be a gambler

or even a woman.

He goes peaceful-like,

not even feelin'
any of that pain

as he's been
handin' out all his life.

I tell you somethin',
if I had my way,

he wouldn't have d*ed
so gall-darned fast.

(tense pensive music)

What judgment would you propose

for a person who obviously is
of no further value to anyone?

I don't know,

but it'd be somethin'
nice and slow-like,

somethin' to give a
man a chance to think

on some of them deeds and
some of them sins he committed.

(tense pensive music)

May I see that?

Yeah.

Sharp.

Be careful.

Yeah, it's not impossible
to stumble and fall,

suffer a fatal wound,

in the throat, perhaps,
unable to cry out,

stranglin' on one's own blood.

Man's gotta be stupid to
let a thing like that happen.

Indeed he would.

Tomorrow, I doubt
anyone in your fair town

will even be surprised.

Huh?

(Cord) Sharp.

(dramatic tense music)

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Sheriff!

Mr. Barker, Mr. Barker!

Mr. Barker, have
you seen the sheriff?

It's Mr. Warren, he's dead!

Dead?

Yeah, there's blood everywhere!

Let's see if the sheriff's horse

- is still here.
- Everywhere!

Somebody said he'd be
ridin' out of town, though.

It's just awful, it's awful!

Ah, there's his horse,
he's kickin' up a storm.

Wait a minute, there's
somebody back there.

- (horse whinnying)
- (hooves thudding against wood)

(tense music)

Who's that?

Used to be the sheriff, boy.

(tense music)

Marshal, it's four days now.

Got told it would
take only maybe two.

I don't like sneakin'
in here like this.

That came for
you in today's mail.

Brown, why don't you take
my advice and stay home?

I'll send the rest of it
to you at Four Corners.

Paid to bearer.

$600?

That's only from the
Cattleman's Association.

The rest of it's
still comin' in.

Woman gettin' her share?

You're gettin' all of it.

One way, good for me.

Other way, she can
always go around

tellin' stories about me

'cause she ain't
takin' no money.

Brown, get outta here.

(tense music)

(bell dinging)

Sorry, sir.

Welcome to Dodge City.

I'd like a room
overlooking the street.

Of course.

We can give you a nice
room on the second floor.

(tense music)

Your first visit to
Dodge City, Mister...

Hawkins, connected
with The Tulsa Dispatch.

Yes, it's my first visit.

Well, we're always glad to have

gentlemen of the press with us.

I'm sure you'll find Dodge
City an interesting place.

If I don't find it interesting,

I shall do my
best to make it so.

(tense music)

Goodnight.

Goodnight, sir.

Doc?

- Morning, Doc.
- Hi.

How's the doctorin'
business these days?

Well, I get a good night's
sleep once in a while.

Well, funny thing,
Doc, this doctor.

Listen, I got this
here feller that I know.

He keeps shyin' away
from seein' doctors,

and he's just sufferin'
to b*at the band,

but he won't go see no doctor!

Who is this fella?

Oh, you wouldn't know him, Doc.

He's just a feller that I know,

just always kinda
keeps off to hisself.

But he's got this here thing.

Doctor, it just goes
clean up the top his head,

just thumps away like
a blacksmith's hammer.

And I keep sayin' to him,
"Well, you ought to go into town

"and see old Doc!"

But he said, "Aw,
fiddle, there ain't nobody

"can do nothin' to
fix a feller's head."

He said, "I ain't
goin' in yonder

"and payin' no big high
prices to some blamed,

"to some old doctor to tell
me that there ain't nothin'

"he can do to fix
a feller's head."

Pain there in the
back of his neck,

he says, huh, throbbin' kinda?

Yeah, that's it, Doc, that's
just where he says it is.

Yeah, well, sounds
like (mumbles).

Is that bad?

Well, it'd be an awful
lot cheaper and better

if he'd pay a simple office call

just to find out what's wrong
so he don't have to worry

about what's gonna
happen to him.

Is that the onliest
thing he can do?

I mean, outside of seein' you?

Well, the symptoms
seem to indicate

that the problem lies in
the micro-sciatic cavity

of the right front lobal,

which means that he's
suffering from an inbred fear

that his mule is gettin'
smarter than he is!

Why, you blamed old scutter!

I'll tell you something else!

I have noticed that you
have always imagined

everything in the
world is wrong with you

when nothing is ever wrong
with you at all, physically!

You are a hypochondriac!

Well, you ain't nothin'
but a blamed old

quack, quack, quack!

What was that all about?

(laughs) I just
ruined Festus's day.

- Oh, too bad.
- No, no, that's good!

That's why I get up
early in the morning.

Coffee?

No, I just had
breakfast, thanks.

Doc, did you read
this article in the paper

about Sheriff Green
down in Seville?

Yeah, k*lled by
his horse, I read it.

And the undertaker.

I mean, a sheriff and
then the undertaker

that was handling
Jay Wrecken's body,

both of 'em dyin', I don't know.

Kitty, why don't you
just forget all about that?

Think it might be a coincidence?

I don't know about that.

I just know that you sure
haven't been your old self

- since you got back.
- Well, I'm upset.

I don't like bein'
involved in this mess.

It's not your fault.

There's absolutely
nothing you can do about it.

Anyway, Matt told me last
night that he's goin' over there

sometime today, and
I'm sure he'll look into it.

Did he say when he was leavin'?

Early.

Help yourself to coffee,
Doc, I'll be right back.

(tense pensive music)

Will you be gone long, Matt?

I don't know what I'll
find down in Seville, Kitty,

but Doc's right, you
gotta stop worryin' about it.

All this speculation in the
newspaper about Cord Wrecken,

is he everything that the
papers are sayin' he is?

Nobody's even seen
him in over a year, Kitty.

Could be dead for all we know.

Well, (sighs) I guess the thing
that's makin me so nervous

is that Brown sneakin'
in and outta your office,

lookin' at shadows.

Well, havin' him around's
enough to make anybody nervous.

Look, I'll be back on Tuesday.

Try not to worry.

Miss Russell.

Jules Hawkins, Tulsa Dispatch.

What can I do for
you, Mr. Hawkins?

You own the Long Branch Saloon?

That's right.

Well, it's been my experience,

when writing a piece
about a particular locale,

in this case, Cattletown,
Dodge, Abilene, Ellsworth, so on...

the more accurate
and colorful information

passes over a bar, such
as in the Long Branch,

than one can never find in
libraries and newspaper files.

Well, that depends on
the lateness of the hour

and how sober the customers are.

Nevertheless, if you don't mind,

I'd like to do a
little eavesdroppin'.

Long Branch is a public
place, Mr. Hawkins.

- Excuse me.
- Of course, Ms. Russell.

Don't tell me they
weren't b*rned out!

The house, the barn, the crops,

the whole shebang, up in smoke.

Still don't mean
Missouri riders.

Coulda been Injuns.

(man 1) Well, I
think it was more...

Evening, Ms. Russell.

Well, heard anything
exciting, Mr. Hawkins?

An eight-year-old fire.

(gasps)

Reminds me of panning for dust.

Much you're allowed
to wash away.

Would you join me
in a glass of wine?

Sam needs me to help
him, but thank you anyhow.

(man 2) The thing
that really interests me

is Jay Wrecken bein'
sh*t down front and back.

Terrible way for a man
to die to my thinkin'.

(man 1) Don't agree.

Got a mad dog in the
street, you want him dead.

(man 3) Jay Wrecken
wasn't no mad dog.

Who says he wasn't?

I do.

He was a man like you and
me, deservin' of a fair trial.

Put out a wanted poster
on a man, dead or alive,

they're sayin' he's fair game!

Well, right or wrong, notice
how the papers stopped talkin'

about the K*llers
bein' from Dodge?

They're tryin' to
play that down now.

You know, I don't take
none with bounty hunters.

But they sure give a
feller a itch, don't they?

One pull of the trigger
and he gets set up for life.

Yeah, except they
don't sleep too well

after killin' Cord
Wrecken's baby brother.

[man 3] Funny
about Cord Wrecken,

never any pictures on him.

Most people seein' his
face gets k*lled real quick.

(groans) Them that's
k*lled Jay Wrecken

shouldn't be too hard to find.

Let's see now,
m*rder was on Friday.

Hey, I bet you didn't
have two stage coaches

up from the south
in the next 24 hours.

Am I right, Mr. Burke?

Well, that was a good
night for ducks, all right.

Where you meetin' all
those stages, Mr. Burke?

Bet you could take a fair guess

who got their licks
in on Jay Wrecken.

Well, let's just say I got
a few thoughts of my own.

Burke, don't you think
you talk too much?

Well, I'm just sayin'
the same, Ms. Kitty.

I guess there are a few
things that's best left unsaid.

(tense pensive music)

(Cord) Just keep your
nose pointed into that ledger.

There ain't nothin' in the
safe worth takin', mister.

We're gonna talk about
stage arrivals from the south,

starting last Friday.

Friday?

I don't want to hear
about any old ladies

or fat farmers coming
home to Dodge.

Start with town gamblers
and fancy women,

someone who might
carry a Derringer.

Mister, I don't know
what you're talkin', Friday?

Mr. Burke, you would
try the patience of a saint,

and I'm about as far
removed from that category

as one could imagine.

Well, I was just trying
to think about Friday.

Dip your pen and start
writing names, where they live.

I can't.

Why not?

Well, I went home early Friday.

Next day, whole weekend, I
had off and the office closed.

I'm allowed to do that

when there's no strong
boxes coming through.

Well, Mr. Burke,
less than an hour ago,

you spoke of having some
thoughts on the Wrecken K*llers.

Leaving things unsaid
was the way you put it.

It's just talk.

Sometimes, I talk too much.

You're commonly
known as a windbag.

Look, there's nothin'
I can do to help you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too, Mr. Burke.

Not in the same degree
as you are, of course.

(tense music)

Sounded like it come
from the freight office.

(tense music)

Burke!

(tense music)

Burke?

(tense music)

Mornin', Newly.

(Newly) Mornin', Mr. Benton.

How's Burke?

Well, Doc says he's got a
50-50 chance to pull out of it.

Burke regain consciousness yet?

Yes, he has, but he's
still too weak to talk.

Well, I heard the
freight manager say

nothing was
touched in the office.

I've got something here
that's rather a puzzle.

Found it slipped under my door.

"To be included in the
bounties on Jay Wrecken,

"Anonymous Donor."

Bank draft made out to
Marshal Dillon for $1,000.

Looks like somebody
around Dodge is a little grateful

that Jay Wrecken was
finally put outta the way.

I'll turn it over
to Marshal Dillon

when he gets back into town.

Came just in time
for today's edition.

Something else I'll add
to Jay Wrecken's story.

(tense pensive music)

(bright warm music)

Oh, Festus!

Hey, how's Burke getting on?

Oh, Doc says he's startin'
to sip a little bit of water,

and that thirst supposed to
be a pretty good sign, I guess.

Well, I'm so glad.

Festus, have you heard
of anyone seriously ill

or dying in these parts?

You mean you ain't
got enough business?

No, no, nothing like that.

You see, I had this strange
request this morning.

Came in this envelope that
somebody slipped under my door.

I was request that two
graves be dug on Boot Hill

and $50 was enclosed
to defray expenses.

Who's it from?

Well, as you can see, whoever
it was didn't sign the note.

Now, I ordered the
two graves prepared,

but, well, I'm puzzled as
to who they're intended for.

I don't believe I can help
you none there, Percy.

Well, it has occurred
to me that some remains

may be coming in on the train.

Perhaps two of
our former citizens

have requested burial
back in their hometown.

Yeah, that there
could be, Percy.

Figures somebody goes to
work and pays for a grave,

there must be a body around
some place or other, don't it?

Yeah.

Thanks, Festus.

You betcha, Percy.

Oh, my best to Burke.

You betcha, I'll tell him.

(warm music)

(tense pensive music)

Well, when'll he be back?

We expect the marshal
back in the morning.

Is there anything I
can help you with?

Well, no, no, I'll
be back tomorrow.

(tense pensive music)

Good evening, sir.

I wonder if you might
direct me to Boot Hill?

Boot Hill?

The cemetery.

At the crossroad
and up the rise,

you can reach it
across that field yonder.

(g*n cocks) Hey!

Lead the way quietly.

Where?

Boot Hill.

You can assist me with
some grieving I have to do.

(tense music)

You just gotta believe me!

That's all there
was to it, I swear it!

I was just reportin'
them horses stolen.

Gee, I make a dollar now
and then tradin' a horse.

Why sneak down the Dodge
street to report a horse stolen?

Well, I reckon I
was a little nervous,

I mean, seein' as how
there's a thief around and all.

Mr. Brown, you have a
pretty good imagination.

But doesn't it occur to you

that your back-sh**t'
partner and I

have already had a little talk?

She's lyin', she's just
tryin' to save her skin!

(chuckles) What's she
lyin' about, Mr. Brown?

It was her idea!

She said she would sorta
make eyes at your brother,

for me to be ready
when she sh*t him.

I was scared and I said
I didn't wanna do that!

And the next thing I
know, she's sh**t' Jay.

I figure, if Jay wasn't
dead, he'd be killin' me.

It's all her fault, I didn't want
any of that bounty money!

Now, now, Mr. Brown, you
have nothing to fear from me.

I ain't?

No, I simply wanted
to know the truth

behind my brother's death.

Now, this woman, was
she a stranger to you

or do you know her name?

Sure, but if you say I told you,

I'd be in big trouble
with that marshal.

Now, you gotta promise!

What's the marshal
got to do with this?

She's his woman, Kitty Russell.

(dramatic tense music)

Ms. Kitty.

Uh-huh?

I'll be goin' over to
Garden City tomorrow

with Tom to a barn dance,

and I don't have
anything to wear,

so I was wondering...

You were wondering if you
could borrow something from me.

'Course you can.

Oh, it's real nice
of you, Ms. Kitty.

Just go on upstairs
and pick out somethin',

- and I'll be up in a minute.
- Thank you.

(tense music)

(footsteps approaching)

Evening, Sam.

(Sam) Oh, good evening, Marshal.

Kitty around?

(Sam) She just went
upstairs, I'll get her.

(tense music)

(Flo screaming)

Ms. Kitty, the marshal's here!

(Kitty) Tell him I'll
be right down, Sam.

(tense music)

Night, Ms. Kitty.

Night, Sam.

Night, Marshal.

(Matt) Sam, thank you.

Well, we weren't expecting
you back until tomorrow.

- Can I buy you a drink?
- No, no, thanks, Kitty.

Newly's just been fillin'
me in on what's happened.

I'm gonna put a
24-hour guard on you

and puttin' one on Brown too.

I just sent Festus down
there to Four Corners.

Cord Wrecken?

He could be in Dodge right now.

I'm almost positive it was
him that k*lled that undertaker

and that sheriff in Seville
shortly after you talked to him.

Now, Doc tells me Burke may
be ready to talk by morning.

(Flo screaming)

(Flo screaming and crying)

(speaking drowned
out by Flo crying)

Come on, honey, come here.

(Flo crying)

Flo, what happened?

The man, he was in the
room and he had a Kn*fe!

Did you get a look at him?

No, just the Kn*fe,
a big Bowie Kn*fe.

And he said to tell you...

(Kitty) Tell me what?

That you were lucky this time,

but that he wouldn't
miss again. (crying)

Come on, Flo.

Come on, it's all over now.

Let's go downstairs
and have a drink.

(Flo whimpering)

No, I never saw him.

What about his voice, Burke,
have you heard it before?

No, sir.

Do you think you'd recognize
it if you heard it again?

Yeah, I think so.

You say all he wanted
to know was the time

of the stage arrivals
and the passenger list?

Yeah, it was from
the Friday before

when we had so
many stages delayed.

I told him I couldn't
give him any,

and that's when I
heard the g*n cock.

(Festus) Matthew?

I think that's all.

Matthew, I stayed at
yonder Four Corners all night

and Brown, he didn't show up.

And seein' as there's
been so many funny things

that happened around here,
I figured I'd ride old Ruth by

and see for my own self.

Ride by where?

Boot Hill.

You know them two graves
that Percy Crump had dug

and didn't have no
bodies to put in 'em?

Well, one of 'em
ain't empty no more.

(tense pensive music)

Right over here, Matthew.

(tense pensive music)

I want Dodge bottled up.

All roads blocked, no
stages leavin', let's go.

(tense music)

(horses galloping)

(muffled chattering)

You gentlemen wait here

and Marshal Dillon will
be right out to deputize you.

(man) Can't say I like
leavin' my wife home alone.

(man) Yeah, my family...

Greetings, Sam.

Oh, good evening.

Quite a bit of excitement.

Yes, sir, a little too much.

I wonder if I might purchase

a bottle of wine
before you close?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Hawkins.

Strict orders from the marshal,

no business whatever
can be conducted here.

I see.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Excuse me, sir.

The curfew started, you'll
have to leave the streets.

Does that apply to
newspapermen as well?

Yes, it does. It'll only be
deputies on the street tonight.

Perhaps you could deputize me

and make my presence
on the street legal?

I'm sorry, but people known only

to Marshal Dillon and
myself will be deputized.

I see.

Well, I understand.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

(men chattering)

Carter, pass these out, will ya?

Now, boys, I don't want anybody
pickin' up a stranger alone,

so always have
another deputy with ya.

Remember, there's
armed men on every corner,

so if you run into somebody,

get one of those men to help ya.

It sure would help, Marshal,

if we knew what he looked like!

Well, if you see any man

you got the
slightest doubt about,

bring him into the
jail for questioning.

All right, men.

Here we go, all right.

Go on down the street, this way.

(knocking on door)

Yes?

(knocking on door)

Just one moment, please.

You Mr. Hawkins
with some newspaper?

Yes, you gentlemen
have been expected.

You got some
identification, Mr. Hawkins?

Yes.

Here's my card,

and here's a draft on
the Dodge City Bank,

should I run low on funds.

Something in there, newspaper,

your picture in it or something?

No, I'm afraid not.

Things you're writin', a
letter from your paper.

You gentlemen'll
have to be satisfied

with what you have.

You mean to tell
me a newspaper man

don't carry something in his bag

to show he's travelin'
around writin'?

Jim, open it.

Now, wait a minute, I protest.

This is all very high-handed.

Now, we don't mind
bein' impolite tonight.

Now open it.

(Kitty sighs)

Sam, you're so tired,
why don't you go lie down?

No, no, I'm all
right, Ms. Kitty.

Look, I promise, I won't make
a move without wakin' you.

Well, Festus will be here

in a little while to spell me.

You're the one that
ought to get some sleep.

Not on a night like tonight.

(men yelling excitedly)

What's goin' on?

(men chattering excitedly)

We got him, Ms. Russell!

We got Cord Wrecken!

Are you sure, Carter?

We found him with a
picture of his brother, Jay,

even with a letter from Jay,

sayin' he was gonna
meet him in Indian territory.

We're gettin' the marshal now!

(men chattering excitedly)

(Kitty sighs)

I've never been so relieved
over anything in my life.

(sighs) Sam, do me a favor.

Go find Matt and tell
him when he's finished

that there's a tall one
waitin' for him here.

On the house!

(Kitty sighs)

(tense music)

How did you get in here?

Your backdoor, lady.

I seldom find a lock
to be an obstacle.

I thought we might
have a leisurely chat

over a glass of wine.

Ah, Dubarre.
Excellent, excellent.

Mr. Hawkins, I wanna
know what you're doin' here.

And I want to know
what sweet nothings

from that pretty mouth of yours

enticed my brother into the
bedroom at that way station.

They're just not mine!

I swear it!

I swear it!

Inside his own locked
suitcase, and they're not his.

What day did you get into town?

(Cord) Then Brown fired first.

That's right.

And Jay followed
you into the bedroom

without you invitin' him.

(Kitty) Does that surprise
you, Mr. Wrecken?

Join me.

(tense music)

Well, history seems to be
repeating itself, Ms. Russell,

except there's
nobody at my back.

I'm ready to pull this trigger.

Now, you just better get back.

That's the first thought
that entered my mind

when I came into the office.

"Where the Derringer is kept."

When I was in your bedroom,
I noticed a lack of weapons,

deadly weapons, that is.

You can pull the trigger anyway,

satisfy that female curiosity.

(g*n clicking)

Now, Ms. Russell,
you're going to tell me

the total and absolute truth.

I am telling the truth.

You're not listening.

By what reasoning
can you imagine

that my brother would k*ll you
for simply slapping his face?

To hear a sh*t in the main room,

and the door open, and
your brother raising his g*n,

you would have
done the same thing.

All happened too
quickly for you to think.

Yes.

But not so quickly, you
couldn't find the Derringer

in your bag.

I'm beginning to
understand your problem.

You're trying to
convince yourself

that you k*ll
with justification.

Does that make your life
bearable, Mr. Wrecken?

Life is not bearable, Ms.
Russell, nor will it ever be.

Ms. Russell...

my problem is that
I loved my brother.

When we were youngsters,

Jay and I dreamed of
conquerin' the world together.

Now, is it so difficult
for you to understand

that I feel I owe him justice?

He was k*lled for dollars,
not in the name of justice.

The latter, I could understand.

Justice, you're even
sicker than your brother.

You k*lled my brother
for bounty money, lady.

You know what that makes you?

How many times do I
have to keep sayin' it?

Yes, I locked my suitcase.

I told you that before!

I always lock it before
leavin' the room.

Twenty years of drummin',
you lock the suitcase!

All right, so a hotel thief
coulda come in and taken it,

but why make it easy for
somethin' he wants to pocket?

This the voice, Burke?

No, sir.

That's not his voice.

(Matt sighs)

Carter, was there anything
unusual about this man

that made you want
to open the suitcase?

Mr. Hawkins in
the room next door,

he's a newspaperman, Marshal,

he told us he suspected
his neighbor, meanin' him!

What about this Hawkins,
was he able to identify himself?

Well, he seemed to
be who he said he was.

(Sam) Marshal!

What is it, Sam?

Ms. Kitty said when
you get through

with Cord Wrecken there,

she wants you to come
to The Long Branch.

All right, Festus
with her, isn't he?

No, when we heard you got
him, we didn't feel we should...

(tense music)

I can't believe you turned
down that bounty money!

You work day and
night in this saloon

to separate men
from their money,

and you saw a year's
profit in the instant it took,

a b*llet to snuff
out my brother's life!

Believe what you
want to believe.

Every word you've
been tellin' me is a lie!

But then, I never met a woman
who could open her mouth

with any truth.

Mister, the way
I feel right now,

I wish I'd accepted
the bounty money

and bought drinks for
anybody who wanted

to put a Wrecken
where they belong!

(tense music)

- (table clattering)
- (glasses clinking)

I'll blow you apart, mister.

Ms. Russell, do you
really think a man

as cautious as I would
unload a Derringer

and leave a loaded shotgun

where you could
get your hands on it?

There's only one
way to find out.

(tense music)

You don't have time to look down

to see if it's loaded, do you?

It won't do you any good,
but go ahead, pull the trigger!

Wrecken!

(dramatic tense music)

- Take him out, boys.
- Yes, sir.

(tense music)

Kitty.

You all right?

I thought you had
him in custody.

So did we.

There aren't any more
brothers, are there?

That's the last of 'em, Kitty.

(theme music)

(narrator) Stay tuned
for exciting scenes

from our next Gunsmoke!

(theme music)