Gunsmoke (1955–1975): Season 10, Episode 5 - Doctor's Wife - full transcript

(theme music playing)

(both guns fire)

ANNOUNCER: starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

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Yes, can I help you folks?

- We'd like a room, please.
- Yes, by the day, week or month?

- Three days.
- Well, now, you can have the whole week

for a dollar and a half more.

Three days.

Sure, but if you
change your mind later,



I won't be able to give
you the weekly rate.

No, three days'll be fine...
We're meeting a wagon train

that's coming through.

Oh. Just sign here, please.

You, uh, going to California?

Denver.

Doctor... Wesley... May.

Oh, a doctor, huh?
You know Doc Adams?

Dr. Adams?

He has his office just
down the street a ways.

Thought you might know him,
you both being doctors and all.

I'm afraid I don't.

Oh. Well, I'll get your key.

There you are.
That's room eight,



and it's at the
top of the stairs,

down the hall to your right.

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Two more.

Hey, come on! My partner's
carried two to your one!

What's the matter with you, boy,
something wrong with your back?

Something the
matter with your feet?

(grunting)

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That'll teach him to be civil
when he talks to a Boake.

That'll learn you to
fight your own fights.

Pick up that sack and
let's get out of here.

Did you have to do that?

Shut up.

(clicks tongue)

WESLEY: Excuse me.
Let me through, please.

I'm a doctor. Excuse me!
Please, let me through!

Excuse me, I'm a
doctor. Step back, now.

Step aside here,
now. Let me in there.

Well, Jamie, now, just tell
me what happened here.

Couple of cracked ribs
seems to be the worst of it.

Oh, is that so?

(low grunting)

Well, you guessed right.

Some of you fellas pick
him up here, will you,

and take him up to my office.

Now, take it easy.
Don't bust him up inside.

You weren't guessing...

You're the doctor over
at the Dodge House.

Yes, that's right.
How did you know?

(chuckling): Oh, the desk
clerk's also the town gossip.

I'm, uh, Wesley May, and
this is my wife, Jennifer.

I'm Doc Adams. How are you?

- Hello.
- Good to know you.

You're going on
to Denver, I guess.

Yes, as soon as the
wagon train gets here.

(clicks tongue)
I'm sorry about that.

You know, I haven't
had a chance to talk shop

with anybody in
an awful long time.

Well...

why don't you have
dinner with us tonight?

Say, now, there's a fine
idea, but I got a better one.

You're gonna have
dinner with me.

I caught two of the biggest,
fattest catfish yesterday

that you ever saw, and I
just been thinking all day

how I'm liable to eat
myself silly tonight

on stewed catfish.

Stewed catfish?

Yeah, don't tell me you've
never had catfish stew?

- I'm afraid not.
- Oh, well, then that settles it.

6:00 at my office tonight.

Now, it's down the
street and upstairs.

Now, I want to warn
you, I can't say too much

for the atmosphere,
but I'll tell you one thing...

there is not a restaurant
this side of New York

that knows as much
about catfish stew as I do.

You're sure it's not
too much trouble?

If it was, I wouldn't
ask you. 6:00.

We could always tell him I
came down with a headache.

- What do you mean?
- Well, after all, stewed catfish?

Jennifer, we
accepted the invitation,

and we're gonna be there.

(laughs softly)
Whatever you say, dear.

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It'll be just a few minutes.

I still feel we're
imposing on you.

Oh, not at all, not at all.

(chuckles): There's a lot more
catfish where those came from.

You ever fish any, Doctor?

Oh, not since I was
a boy, I'm afraid.

Oh, I'll tell you,
that's a shame.

Sitting out there on a
crick bank all by yourself.

Why, I tell you, the whole
world could disappear,

wouldn't mean a thing to
you. I'm gonna take you fishing.

That sounds fine.

You wouldn't mind, would
you, if I kind of stole him away

- for a little while?
- That'd be up to him, Doctor.

Well, we'll see.

Say... oh, excuse us, Mrs. May...
I want to know a little bit more

about this, uh, this
carbolic acid spray.

Well, you read Lister's
report, didn't you?

Yes, I did, and
I'll admit, Doctor,

that, uh, this might make
some significant changes

in the surgical procedures

- on some things.
- Well, he proved that you can prevent

the development of
pathogenic bacteria.

Yes, but, uh... you know,
spraying carbolic acid

near an open wound...

Oh, he doesn't
spray the wound itself,

as much as the
whole surgical area,

with a Richardson hand spray.

- Well, but still, Doctor...
- (knocking)

- Oh... thunder.
- (snaps fingers)

Excuse me.

Hello?

Oh, Louie, I haven't
got any 25-cent pieces,

and I'm busy.

I don't want no money, Doc.

I just don't feel so good.

What've you been
drinking this time?

Well, I found a little
bottle of alcohol,

and I mixed a...

drop or two of berry wine...

- just for flavor, that's all, you know?
- Mm-hmm. Mm.

And I haven't had anything else.

Well... got your own
private stock here

all ready for you. Drink that.

(quietly): Thank you, Doc.

DOC: Now, I would suggest

that you get a little something
more in your stomach.

Okay, Doc. Thank you.

Now, just go on home
and get some sleep.

- All right.
- Be careful.

He'll be all right if he
makes it down the stairs.

(thudding, crashing)

Yeah, well... he did.

One night he
didn't; it's terrible.

By golly, we're all ready.

Doctor, would you just
seat Mrs. May at the table?

Pull up that chair
for yourself there.

There you are. I'm
sorry I haven't got

anything else to offer
you, but you're gonna find

that a couple of
helpings of this

is gonna be a whole meal.

JENNIFER: You go fishing a lot?

Well, just as often as
I can, I'll tell you that.

But, you know, being
the only doctor in town

keeps me pretty
close to the office,

but I sneak away when I can.

You must have a
pretty active practice.

Well, a little too active
at times, actually.

You know, folks
around here, though,

they, they're not
really sick very often,

they just get kind of
worn out, you know,

fighting the land, and what they
want to hear from me most is...

for 'em to go home and get
off their feet and get a good rest.

- And do you?
- Well, yeah, most of the time

I do.

Uh...

you know, you could
do worse, Doctor,

than to start your practice
in a small town like Dodge.

I'll tell you... you
could learn an awful lot

in a one-doctor town.

(laughing): Hey, you're right.

This is good.

(laughs softly)

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Wes?

What, Jen?

What did you think of
what the old man said?

- What old man?
- Dr. Adams.

What did he say?

About your opening a
practice in a town like this.

I mean, a one-doctor town.

Oh, I don't know, it
makes sense, I guess.

He's right about one thing...
You could learn a lot here.

I suppose so.

You'd have things pretty
much your own way, too.

What do you mean?

Well, in Denver,
you'd just be one

of out of maybe ten
or 15 other doctors.

In a town like this,
all you have to do is

hang out your shingle and
you've got a ready-made practice.

That's right, I guess.

(sighing): Wes... What?

Why don't we stay here?

I thought we'd already
decided on Denver.

In Denver, we'd just be

at the very bottom
of the ladder.

Here, we'd be right on the top.

Second from the top.

That's better than 15th.

Besides, you two seem
to really take to each other.

Yeah, I liked him right off.

It'd be nice if we could
start off someplace

where you had a good friend.

He really did ask us to stay?

I don't know, Jen.

Will you just think about it?

We're gonna be
here a few more days.

All right, Jen.

I'll think about it.

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I suppose there's
no need in asking

if anyone came in
while I was gone.

No, you're the first one's
opened that door all day.

You'd think that
in almost a week,

somebody'd know we're here.

Well, maybe they know
and they just don't care.

Sometimes I get the feeling
you just don't care, either.

Jen, for the hundredth time,

you can't build a medical
practice overnight.

Maybe we have the
wrong kind of building plans.

Oh, well, we're gonna
have a condolence call.

Oh. Hey, Doc, come in.

Well, Wes, Mrs. May.

- Hello. -How are you?
- Well, sit down

and, uh, Jen'll fix
us up some coffee.

No, no, no. I haven't
got time for that.

I just wanted to
come by and say hello

and see how
you're getting along.

We're getting
along fine, just fine.

Well, I'm glad to
hear that. Wes,

I've been talking to folks,
and I've told them that any time

I'm too busy or I'm
out of town or anything,

that they're perfectly safe in
your hands and I've asked them

to come over and get
acquainted with both of you.

- I appreciate that, Doc.
- Don't know whether it'll do

a bit of good or not. You
know how country folks are,

they get set in their
ways. You know,

get started with a doctor...

Or a grocer, for that matter...

Takes an earthquake
to change 'em.

We appreciate
your interest, Doctor.

But, uh, you needn't
worry on our account.

We have as much business
as we can handle right now.

Well, I'm certainly
happy to hear that.

That's wonderful.

You know, sometimes
getting started's awful slow.

I... I remember when
I got started here.

Well, after about two years,

I knew that I had a
successful practice

when I was able to
get my sign repainted

- and pay for it in cash.
- (laughs)

I think that's wonderful. Well,
I'm gonna be running along now.

Uh, you sure we can't
fix you something?

No, no, I've got
some calls to make.

Well, thanks for
dropping by, Doc.

Maybe next time you
can stay for supper.

You'd be surprised how a pretty
girl like Jen can cook so good.

- Well, I just may take you up on that.
- (laughs)

I'll see you later.

What's the matter?

"What's the matter?" Don't
you know what's the matter?

- I'm afraid not.
- He's laughing at us.

- Dr. Adams?
- Who do you think?

Well, that's not true.

Why do you think
he just dropped by?

To gloat, that's why.

- Is that what you think?
- That's what I know.

He's got this whole town
believing he's the only doctor

in the world, and don't
think he doesn't enjoy it.

Jennifer.

I'm sorry.

- But you're a good doctor.
- So's he.

(clucks tongue) What
makes you so sure?

Just because he knows
how to slice open a catfish?

- That's not fair, Jen.
- Well, what is fair?

We've gone through all
our savings just waiting

for somebody to
walk through that door.

And he's the one who
told us to stay here.

No, no, he didn't, Jen.

Well, I don't care, I
just know it's not fair.

(door opens)

But you're not Dr. Kinsella.

No, ma'am, I'm Dr. May.

Well, maybe you
could help me, anyways.

My pup here broke
its leg t'other day.

(puppy whining)

I'm sorry, but my husband
is a medical doctor.

I'm sorry, too, but that
don't help my pup none.

And this is
Dr. Kinsella's office.

Was he a veterinarian?

- Huh?
- An animal doctor?

Yes, that's right.

Oh, well, the man who
rented us this office said

it's been empty
for about a year,

but... I'll-I'll see
what I can do for you.

That's right nice of you.

Wes?

Where you going, Jen?

The curtains don't fit.

I don't know when I can pay you.

All right, that's all right.

(clucks tongue)

I'm sorry, Mrs. May,

and we do appreciate your
taking us out to eat and all,

but my husband
would skin me alive

if we didn't call on Doc
Adams when the baby is born.

Isn't that right, Martha Lou?

Yes, Mother.

You think Dr. Adams
is the only man

who knows how to deliver a baby?

Oh, certainly not.

Nine times out of ten, you
don't even need a doctor.

Then why do you need
Dr. Adams so much?

Well, you see, it's my husband.

Him and Doc Adams
are daft on checkers.

Oh...

Once or twice a year Doc
Adams gets out to our place,

and the first thing that happens

is, my husband brings
out the checkerboard.

Now, isn't that the way
it happens, Martha Lou?

Yes, Mother.

I think my husband is looking
forward to that checker game

more than he is
his own grandchild.

(both chuckle)

Well, I appreciate your
problem, and I want you to know

that I think you're facing
up to it very bravely.

I don't know that I'd
have that kind of courage.

I don't exactly
follow you, Mrs. May.

Well, it's hard for me to say.

Say what?

I... I'd better not.

Is it something about Doc Adams?

Please just forget
anything I said.

But he'll be tending
Martha Lou here.

And if there's something
wrong with him,

then we certainly ought to know.

Well, let's just
say it's dangerous

when a man holds human
life in the palm of his hand,

and that hand
starts to get shaky.

WOMAN: Oh, but Doc
Adams isn't that old.

JENNIFER: No, I
didn't say he was.

You mean he drinks?

I've already said too much.

Well, every man in
this town drinks some.

Some's one thing.

Besides, not every man
in this town is obligated

to hold a steady knife.

My land, Martha Lou,
checkers or no checkers,

we've got to do some
thinking about this.

Isn't that right?

Yes, Mother.

Shall we have some more tea?

All I can say is, they're a
mighty nice young couple.

Well, golly Bill,
where was you at

when I was just talking?

Well, I was right here
trying to do my work.

That's where I was at.

And all you can say is,
"They a nice young couple."

Festus, why in thunder don't
you just-just go someplace?

All right, Doc, I'll go.

And you just keep
a-standing here a-fiddling

with your pill-rolling machine

while the wolves is
sneaking down from the hills,

snarling fang,
just snarling fang.

That's very poetic.

Well, maybe it wouldn't be
such a bad thing if they was

to run you out of town.

Sometimes a man sets
around a-getting so fat

and ornery that he
ain't no good to nobody.

Festus, let me
ask you something.

Did Mrs. May actually
say I was drunk, did she?

Well, that's sure
what them women

over at Delmonico's
thinks she said.

Them women at
Delmonico's. There you are.

And you ain't fixing to do
a thing about it, are you?

About what?!

(sighs) Well, I done my
dangedest to try to help you.

Couldn't be that things are
just getting too dull for you

around here, could it?

Now, what in tarnation
are you talking about?

Well, I'm talking
about what I'm thinking.

I think you're
trying to start a feud.

Why would I try to do that?

Probably so a
good-for-nothing loafer like you

could have some
excitement. Probably.

Doc, the onliest reason in
the world I've came to see you

is because I don't want
to see that no-good doctor

and that sassy wife of
his'n run you out of town.

Now just a minute.
Just be quiet a minute.

I want to ask you something.

Do you know that a little
competition never hurt anybody?

Do you know that?

Now suppose some
good-for-nothing, ugly,

flea-bitten cowboy rode into
this town tomorrow morning.

Do you think I'd be
worried about your job?!

Fat and ornery.

Snarling fang.

(scoffs)

Well, Doc, Festus
could be right.

Maybe they're trying to
bad-talk you out of business.

Oh, for heaven's sake,
what's wrong with everybody?

A young doctor and
his wife come into town,

try to get started.

Now what's wrong with that?

Depends on how they go at it.

You lost any patients to him?

No, but there's two or
three they could have

with my blessing.

That's the silliest
idea in the first place.

Evening, Festus.

Evening, Matthew.

Miss Kitty.

What are you drinking
to, old Doc a-leaving town?

What's a silly idea?

Oh, silly having two
doctors in one town.

It's bad enough a-having one.

Back home, everybody does
his own doctoring, Haggen-style.

The only way anybody ever
dies is when he gets into his 90s

or in front of a .45,

the 90s or the .45s, that's it.

No, that's not it at all.

I'll tell you why the
Haggens live so long.

Why?

Well, it's because
they're too dumb

to know when they're
dead, that's why.

There's probably dozens
of Haggens walking around

that ought to be in a pine box.

And the only reason they're not,

'cause you can't tell 'em
from the other Haggens.

Well, at least we ain't
got no hee-hawing doctors

a-hurrying us into
them pine boxes

'fore we're ready to go.

That's a terrible thing to say.

You're just not gonna
be satisfied till you have

Dr. May and I at each
other's throats, are you?

Doc, I'm only trying
to help you out.

Festus, if you, if you don't
stop meddling in this...

No need to thank me now.

Festus, you want to
be careful you don't start

any trouble now.

Matthew... have I ever
started any trouble?

Well, gotta be up by
daybreak in the morning.

I'll see y'all directly.

By golly, of all the towns
he could have wandered into

and he had to pick this one.

(Dillon and Kitty laugh)

Jennifer... Would
you like some coffee?

No. I'd like to talk
to you for a minute.

What about?

Sit down, Jen.

Is something wrong, Wes?

I don't know. I hope not.

You sound serious.

You know that patient that
came in to see me today?

Our first real live one?

I'm not likely to forget her.

- Mrs. Gort.
- That's right.

She wants me to
tend to her daughter

who's gonna have a baby.

I know. Martha Lou.

She said something
that started me thinking.

You sure you wouldn't
want some more coffee?

She said it was lucky I
came to town when I did

before Doc Adams got so
drunk he started sticking his knife

in somebody who
wasn't even sick.

Why would she
say a thing like that?

I don't know.

You've met her
before, haven't you?

I've seen her around town.

Now, Jen, I think
I'm a good doctor.

You're a wonderful doctor.

And I think I'm gonna
have a good practice,

if not here, then
someplace else.

But I want it to be
because I am a good doctor,

not by lying or cheating or
trampling on somebody else.

I don't know what you mean.

Now, Jen, I know you very well.

When you don't get something
you want right when you want it,

you start pushing pretty hard.

You think I told that woman
something about Dr. Adams?

- Did you?
- Of course not!

Oh!

Just put those silly
ideas out of your head!

Now I'm gonna
fix us some coffee,

and we're gonna talk
about something nice.

(muttering)

(groaning)

(muttering continues)

(groaning)

All right, that's enough.

Come on. Break it up now.

Break it up, you two.

Get up here now. Hold on.

- That's enough.
- FESTUS: You...

All right, come on!

(grunting)

Let's get over to the office.

I want to find out
what this is all about.

(Festus pants)

Mangy old mossy-horned moose
hauled off and walloped me one.

Oh, you mule-skinning
old garbage heap, you...

you were aiming to stop a dying
man from going to see a doctor.

You're too full of spite to die.

All I done was to tell him

that Doc's yonder
across the street.

You think I'm gonna let

that drunken butcher
get anywhere near me?!

Now, hold on a minute here.

What have I been
telling you, Matthew?

It so happens Doc
Adams is a fine doctor.

MAN: Well, I heard
different, Marshal.

Who from?

Friend of mine.

Said he heard Doc Adams
been drinking some lately.

Well, Doc Adams
doesn't drink any more

than anybody else
around this town,

and he can hold it a lot better.

Well, if you say so, Marshal.

I say so, and I don't want to
hear you saying any different.

Now, get out of here.

All right.

It's like I've been
a-telling you, Matthew.

That doctoring yahoo and
that she-wolf he's married to...

They're just
a-flaunching and a-raring

to run old Doc out of town.

Now, Festus, look,

maybe you'd better just
steer clear of the both of 'em.

I don't want to have to
worry about you in all this.

Well, all right.

I feel a whole
heap better anyhow.

Maybe what I needed was to
roll around in the dirt a little bit.

(Dillon chuckles)

Well, just be sure
you steer clear of them.

- Where you going to?
- I'm going over to see Doc.

Oh, hello, Dr. Adams.

Mrs. May.

You wanted to see my husband?

Well, yes, I kind of
wanted to see both of you.

I'm sorry. He's out right now.

Hmm, well... you
tell him I stopped by.

I certainly will.

Wait a minute.
On second thought,

kind of like to talk to you.

You mind if I sit down?

Oh, please do.

Thank you.

(Doc sighs)

Is something wrong?

Now, why would you ask that?

(laughing): Oh, I don't know.

Just seemed funny that
you'd want to talk to me.

Well, there just might
be something wrong.

There's a lot of
talk around town.

Some of it's not very pretty,
and most of it's about me.

Now, I know how
folks like to gossip.

And usually with most of 'em,

the worse it is, the
better they like it.

But this has reached a little
beyond the gossip stage.

I don't know what you mean.

I think maybe you do.

Mrs. May, I'd like to
think that the things

that you and your husband
have been saying about me

are not quite as bad as some
people would have me believe.

- Now, look here...
- Mrs. May...

I want you to know that I...
I'm trying to understand this.

I remember years ago
when I was a young doctor,

about your husband's
age, I'd studied hard.

I was ready to become a doctor.

A good one... and a rich one.

I was gonna make up for all
of those years of doing without.

There's nothing wrong
with making money.

No. No, certainly not.

But if that's all
you had in mind,

you certainly came
to the wrong place.

Now, I like Dodge
most of the time.

Like the people in it.

But not because I'm
getting rich off of 'em.

Before we came here, you
were the only doctor here.

You must have been
making plenty of money.

(chuckles)

I'd better set you
straight about that.

Now, I wouldn't expect
you to understand,

'cause you haven't
been out of Dodge.

You haven't seen the shacks,

the farmers
breaking their backs,

trying to make things grow
out of this dust and rock.

You have any idea
what my usual fee is?

Bunch of carrots, or
a dozen eggs maybe,

or if I'm lucky, a
couple of chickens.

But most of the time, it's a...

a warm, friendly handshake,
and a "Sorry, Doc,

but we'll pay you
as soon as we can."

I just thought of something.

I got to make a couple
of calls right near town.

I'd like you to ride with me.

- But my husband...
- Won't take very long.

And I think it's
kind of important

that you see what I mean.

I'll just get my shawl.

Something bothering
you, Mrs. May?

I was just thinking about
those people we just saw,

the Johnsons.

They're so poor.

And having to take care
of those two sick babies.

She seems so old.

How old do you think she is?

I don't know. About 50 maybe.

She's 33.

- Oh, no.
- WOMAN: Doc Adams?

Oh. Whoa. Whoa.

(hoofbeats approaching)

I was just coming
in to get you, Doc.

Well, what's the matter?

It's my husband. He can't move.

- You got to come.
- (bird squawks)

Well, I'll be right there.

(clicks tongue)

Get.

(crickets chirping)

(labored breathing)

It happened while he
was sharpening his plow.

It slipped and cut his leg open.

It was bleeding pretty bad,
but it didn't pain him very much,

so he just tied an
old rag around it.

When did it happen?

Oh, three or four days ago.

We didn't think it
was nothing serious.

As a matter of fact,
my boy, Jared...

He rode out to
check on some traps

we got set up in the hills.

Well, he wouldn't have
gone if we thought it was bad.

Is it bad, Doc?

Mr. Boake's a very sick man.

Will he die?

I'm gonna do all I can for him.

(Boake groans)

(groaning softly)

(panting)

What is it?

It's gas gangrene.

Oh.

Mrs. May, there's a
bag out in my buggy.

I'll get it.

Boake?

Boake, I want to talk to you.

(crickets chirping)

BOAKE: No!

(panting)

BOAKE: No. I ain't
gonna let you do it, Doc.

- DOC: Boake, just...
- BOAKE: No!

- Just hold on a minute.
- No. No.

Hold on a minute now.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

Boake, I can't do
anything about this

unless you agree
to it, but I say let's...

let's take the leg off.

No!

Doc, I've been farming
this rock pile for 20 years.

Finally got the
place paying for itself.

You walk in, want
to make me a cripple.

You ever seen a one-legged
man riding a horse, Doc?

Ever seen one working a plow?

We can fix up something
for you to walk on.

Wooden leg, huh?

I'm a man, Doc,

not some old worn-out chair.

Boake, I'm gonna
give this to you straight.

Either I take that leg off,

or you're gonna be
dead in the morning.

That's straight?

That's straight.

And if you take it off?

I don't know. 50-50 maybe.

Man without a leg
ain't even a man.

Somewhat more of
a man, I'd say, Boake,

than if you were six
feet under ground.

I got a 50-50 chance
if I let you do it?

Point is, otherwise,
you got no chance at all.

Go on.

Hack it off.

(pats his leg)

I'll have to sterilize
these instruments.

Mr. Boake?

Who are you?

My name's Jennifer May.

My husband's the
new doctor in town.

So?

(Boake groans softly)

He might be able to help you.

You heard Doc Adams.

He could be wrong.

What do you mean?

Well, I don't know, but
maybe I think my husband...

Spit it out, lady.

What about your husband?

Well, maybe he knows
something Dr. Adams doesn't.

I mean, about new medicines
or treatments or something.

You mean, he could fix me up

without taking my leg off?

I don't know. Maybe.

How quick can he get here?

In about an hour probably.

(footsteps approaching)

BOAKE: Doc? Forget it.

I changed my mind.

Boake, it's pretty serious.

You might as well
head back to town, Doc.

No. We'll do what we agreed on.

No.

Guess you've been
talking to Mrs. May.

I believe my husband
can save his leg.

I'd like to save
his life, Mrs. May.

You don't need that gun, Boake.

Decision's yours.

You get back to town, Doc.

Well, I guess you can't
put it much plainer than that.

And I can't either.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Boake.

Wes, Wes, Wes!

- Jennifer? Where were you?
- Oh.

I was so frightened
you weren't here.

A man named Hadley
Boake wants to see you.

It's his leg.

What's the matter with it?

Nobody seems to know.

Do you know where he is?

Yes.

Let's go.

Wes?

Too far gone.

If we'd been able
to catch it earlier...

He's going to die?

The only chance we
have is to amputate.

I'm afraid, even then.

The water's still hot.

What?

In case you want to
boil your doctor's tools

like Doc Adams done.

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He's dead, isn't he?

Giddyup.

(carriage wheels rattling)

Matthew?

You reckon there's anybody
living up yonder on the Moon?

Uh, I don't know, Festus. Why?

Well, no reason.

Just appears like there's
a whole lot of open range

- up yonder.
- (chuckles)

Whoa.

I'm going to see Doc Adams.

You coming with me or not?

I can't.

Don't you think you
owe him an explanation?

Don't, Wes, please.

Jennifer, I think it's important
that you come with me.

Don't you understand?
I can't face that man.

All right, I'll go and
see him by myself.

I'd better get used to
doing things that way.

I'll see you later.

JARED: Hey, Doc.

Just wanted to talk
to you for a minute.

You thought maybe you'd
just walk away from it, huh?

- You're Boake's son.
- That's right.

And I seen what you
done to him, you butcher.

He didn't have a chance to live.

Then why didn't you let
him die with both legs on?

- That was the only po...
- Shut up.

I just wanted to
hear you say it.

Hold it.

Get down off the horse.

Festus, take him to
my office, will you?

I want to talk to him later.

Get your horse and come on.

Boake's son did this?

Yes.

Matt, help me get him inside.

We'll have to take
him into his office.

Excuse me a minute.

(Jennifer panting)

Easy now. Steady.

Wouldn't you like to
sit down, Mrs. May?

I can't, Marshal.

Now, look, you have
nothing to worry about.

He's in good hands.

Mrs. May?

Oh. What's the matter?

- Is it Wes?
- No, no. Just hold on.

He's fine. Breathing normal.

He's out of danger.

Now, here, you just
get yourself some rest.

I don't want to.

Well, however you feel about it.

(Jennifer sniffling)

Doctor?

I just want you to know
how ashamed I feel.

I don't even know
how you can stand

being in the same room with me.

No, now, that's all over.

It's not over. I told
you about Mr. Boake.

If I hadn't done what I
did, he'd probably be alive

right now.

And Wes wouldn't
have almost died.

Now, just a minute.

I want to tell you about that.

Your husband's gonna get well...
That's the most important thing.

Mr. Boake...

well, he had about one chance
in 1,000 when I first saw him.

But you told him 50-50.

I know that.

I had to get his permission to
do a thing like that, you know?

Well, I never did think
he had much of a chance.

But there was still a chance.

I know how you feel, Mrs.
May, and I-I won't deny

that I... I think you did
a pretty terrible thing.

But I think very possibly
the worst thing you've done

is not thinking enough
of your husband.

Everything I did was because
I thought about my husband.

I didn't say "about."

I said "of."

You know, when a
man looks in the mirror,

he'd kind of like to
see something in there

he can respect.

Pretty hard to see anything

when his wife's
standing in front of him.

Doctor,

how soon will it be
before Wes can travel?

Oh, I'd say... a
couple of weeks.

I think we'll be
moving on to Denver.

It's what Wes wanted
in the first place.

Besides, it'll be easier
to make a fresh start.

Can't tell, I might even turn
out to be a pretty fair wife.

Well, I'm gonna
run up to the office.

I'll check on him.

Doctor?

Thanks.

Almost everyone
around here calls me Doc.

Doc.

Thank you.

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