Gunsmoke (1955–1975): Season 19, Episode 2 - Women for Sale: Part 2 - full transcript

Matt helps two of the captives (a one-time saloon girl named Stella and a young girl named Marcy) escape their bloodthirsty Indian captor. After Matt and Stella bring the shaken Marcy out of her shell - she had earlier witnessed her mother's murder at the hands of her would-be rapist - the three team together to stop the ringleader of the white slave trade to justice before he can escape to Mexico.


And starring James
Arness as Matt Dillon.

In the years between
1820 and 1880,

Indian tribes repeatedly
betrayed by government treaties

gave birth to small
renegade bands

bitterly angry at the
white man's encroachment

into the lands they
considered their birthright.

These small bands of
Indians began a series

of savage raids on isolated
white settlements and ranches.

By 1870, these raids had
grown in magnitude and terror,

as men, women, and
children were abducted

in ever-increasing numbers.

The men who bought these
captives and later traded them

into slavery in Mexico

were a gypsy-like and
notorious breed of outcasts

known as Comancheros,

a word synonymous
with violence and terror.

There was one particular place,

a rocky fortress buried deep
in the Western wasteland

that became a
white slave market.

It was a place where
families were split apart,

children were torn from mothers,

and wives from husbands,

and those who
witnessed these tragedies

call this place the
Valley of Tears.

This is more like it.

Give 'em the chalice, Hoxie.



The name's Dillon
from Dodge City.

I'm McCloud, Josiah McCloud.

Rachel's my daughter-in-law,

and the girl, Marcy's
my granddaughter.

She's only seven years old.

Rachel's brother
Dan, they took him too.

Was one of 'em wearing
a blue cavalry jacket?


Don't, don't!



Little girl.

What's your name?

Hoxie, give the animals a rest.

What about those prisoners?

That wagon's gotta
be hotter than Hades.

I've never known you to show
such sweet concern before.

Well, you want 'em fat and
sassy for Chihuahua, don't you?

Now you speak of 'em
as though they was cattle.

Ain't they?

Where are you taking us?

- Mexico.
- Why?

You mean you don't know?



Well, ask any one
of those women.

No, you tell me.

Business, female business.

Fitz calls 'em fancies,

except the ones he's
talking about get paid for it.

Are there any more?


That's all of 'em.

Mrs. McCloud, I got your child.

She's alive.

My child?

I got no kids, and
I'm not Mrs. McCloud.

She's dead.

Now I'm being taken off to
be sold to the highest bidder,

no better than an animal.

I'll never be able
to live through it.

I can't, I can't.

It won't come to that.

There's bound to be
some help coming.

Help me.


Marcy, look what I got for you.

Come on, take him.



Blue Jacket.

What is it?

He asked us what
we were doing out here

and I told him.

He said his people
hated Blue Jacket too.

He gives their tribe a bad name.

They're glad he's dead.

He wants to know if we want to

share their food with them.

Say yes, I'm starved.

No, please, let me go, no!

Get in there, move
it along, ladies.

Get in there now.

Keep moving, move
towards the back there.

What happened?

Oh, the young lad
won't be coming back.

What a waste, but
your little darling's here

all in one piece.

Fitz, let her go.

- Let her go?
- Come on, a girl like that,

what she's facing, she's
just gonna kill herself.

When we deliver her to Chihuahua

hale and hardy and I get
the money in me pocket,

what she does to herself
is no concern of mine,

but I want you to
stay away from her.

- Why?
- Because she's innocent.

She's untouched and I
don't want her spoiled.

Come on, let her go.

I'll make up the
loss from my cut.

Well, that's no
way to turn a profit.

Look, Britt, if you
don't stop giving over

to these doleful sentiments
about a tearful lass

we're all gonna wind up
dancing on the end of a rope.

You know, you've gone
all soft on me lately.

Yes, you have, it's my fault.

I've been too easy on you.

My father, God bless
him, had a firm hand.

Yeah, I reckon that accounts
for your turning out so good.

I reckon it accounts
for me learning

to take care of me-self,

and not worrying about others,

until you lad.

If you want the truth about us,

I think we're both too far gone

to start any soul searching.

And like they say, the
devil or the hangman.

It's a line of work.

All right, let's saddle up.


- Yes.
- Do you have any kids?

Nope, I'm not married.

Do you have any folks?


Do you have anybody?

I got my good
looks, that's about it.

You take care of him.

Stella, you ever
afraid of being alone?


Where are they going?

They're carrying message
to Fort McKenna for me.

What for?

Well, the Chief said he
spotted the Comancheros.

They got about ten
white women with them.

Now all I can do is hope
to get that Emery girl

outta there by myself.

The army, I just have to
hope they catch up with them

before they get to
the Mexican border.

How's she doing?

Handles herself pretty good.

Some of us could take lessons.

Her father's been dead two
years, her mother told me.

Last couple of
days she's lost her.

All she's got left
is that grandfather.

Thank God he's alive.

Well, she's starting to
think of me in terms of family.

No thanks.

Did she say that?

No, but she rimmed it real well.

Well, right now she
feels alone and afraid.

I'm not the kind of woman to...

Marshal, I'm no dove.

Stella, it's not gonna hurt
you to go along with her

until we're out of this thing.

Right now she needs both of us.

It's like you said,
last couple of days,

she's lost a lot.

Britt, join me.

No, thanks.

Britt's getting himself in
deep water over that woman.

We're gonna have a talk on it.

He's changing, Tim.

I've seen it coming on.

You mind your own business.

You gotta eat.


Well, 'cause.

Because if I shrivel up on
you, I won't be worth as much.

What happened
yesterday, I'm sorry.

He was trying to help me.

I'd like to help
you, but I can't.


Well, the law.

You know too much.

How did you end
up with these men?

My folks were
killed, same as yours,

only by Apaches.

They took my sister and
me to that same place

I first saw you,
Valley of Tears.

Good name for it.

I was just a kid,
my sister was 18.

Apaches traded us
to some white men.

Like Fitzpatrick.

Yeah, like Fitzpatrick.

But that was ten years ago.

You never looked
for your sister?

I don't know, she probably
ended up in the same...

Same place you're taking me.

You never looked for her?

I used to think about
looking for her, but...

I don't want to now.

I know what I'd find.

Later Fitz picked me
up for a jug of whiskey,

just somebody to tote and fetch,

but it took on to
be more than that.

He had no family
and neither did I.

He gave me a life.

A life?

What kind of life is this?

He gave me all he had to give.

By the time I was
16, I seen it all.

Burning, killing and scalping,

folks traded like animals.

I got used to it, like
I did corn whiskey.

Seeing you, first
time in a long time

I thought about any of it.

You'd seen others before me.

Yeah, but this time
it hit me different.

Brought back my sister.

Maybe you remind
me of her, I don't know.

You know, I tried
to buy you from Fitz.

For yourself?


But I was fixing
to set you free.

What now?


You often invite one of
the girls out for a late drink?

From time to time.

It's what they call the
loneliness of command.

- Why me?
- Why not?

You don't look as
though you're afraid.

And I'm too weary tonight
to fight with one that is.

Am I talking in
good taste, darling?

Mr. Fitzpatrick,

you done said more
to me in two minutes

than my poor deceased
husband did in five years.


Wait here, darling,
don't go away.

I'll be right back.

Well, Britt, I thought
maybe we'd lost you.

Took a ride, had
some thinking to do.

Thinkin' about what?

My sister, and that girl.

Britt, don't go stirring
up the past, lad.

Your sister today is
probably married to a rich man

with a fat belly.

You know better than
that where she ended up,

where they all end up.

Only way out is to die.

Oh, Britt, you're so
nervous these days, lad.

Why don't you come over
and join us and have a drink.

No thanks.

That boy, he's important to you.


You're quite a
man, Mr. Fitzpatrick.

Well, considering my beginnings,

and where I come from.



You know, my father...

he died when I
was just a wee lad.


Potato plague.

God curse it in hell.

I was one of six sons.

They're all dead now, but me.

The day I sailed for America,

I buried my oldest
brother, Michael,

right in the earth,

God's own earth.

It was supposed to give us life.

I sailed.

Sailed on a fever ship.

Most died of typhus, coffin
ships they called them,

and they were indeed.

But I survived, lassie.

And since then I've
tracked me way through life

on me own muscle
and me own wits.


Aren't you supposed
to be asleep?

Do you like the marshal?

He's a man, isn't he?

Sure I do, why?

I could tell.

Marcy, what are you brewing up?

Well, ladies, we're gonna be
leaving early in the morning.

Mr. Dillon, where do you live?

I live a long way
from here, Marcy.

Dodge City, Kansas.

I've heard Grandpa
talk about Dodge City.

Bet you miss your
grandpa, don't you?

Yeah, I sure do,
I miss him a lot.

You know, every once in a while,

me and Grandpa used
to go down into town

and get some supplies,

and after we finished
loading the wagon,

Grandpa would let
me get some licorice

while he went to the saloon.

Grandpa likes ladies in fancy
dresses and wearing rouge.

You know, Grandpa says a
woman can go farther in rouge

than a man with a horse,
a rifle, and a side of bacon.

What does it mean?

I'd say that means your
grandpa is a pretty smart man.

Do you think we'll
ever get back home?

Sure we will.

Better get some sleep now.

When's the last time you slept?

You look awful.


You'll never catch up
to them with us along.

Well, we're not exactly
eating up distance

like a prairie fire.

Face it, we're weights
around your neck.

Leave us here,
go on by yourself.

We'll be all right.

I can't do that.

You've got no choice.

Getting that girl away
from a pack of cutthroats

is tough enough.

Toting along me and
a kid, it's impossible.

You've gotta leave us behind

or forget that girl.

That badge is getting
too damn heavy.

Well, I've been
wondering where you were.

Fitz, after we finish
up in Chihuahua,

I'm heading out on my own.

Oh, laddie, laddie, laddie,

you're letting this
lass turn you around.

No, it's not just her.

She just made me
realize something.

I've lost my taste
for this line of work.

You know, Britt, I've always
thought of you as me own son.

Yeah, I know that.

I just can't take another
one of these trips.

Come on, Fitz, let's
make this the last one.

Ride with me.

Ride with you? Where?

Well, what about that place
you always told me about?

You know, where the
water's blue and clear,

and warmer than
a mother's smile,

and those pretty
little brown girls

who wear nothing but...

Well, they don't wear much.

Laddie, there's no such place.

That was just an
Irishman's blissful dream.

Yeah, but we can find it.

What do we use for money?

Well, we'll have enough
when we sell these girls.

For two months maybe, then what?

Rob a bank, make up
to an aging widow, what?

You can't quit, can you?

You don't want to.

Britt, it was the hand
that was dealt me.

You too.

Maybe, but I'm cashing in.

If you don't have anybody,
do you have a home?


Home is where you have to be.

San Antone's where I'm headed.

Do you know anybody there?


Well, how can it be home
if there's nobody there

to care for you?

Where'd did you get all
this sagebrush savvy?

Your grandpa?

Every day we'd
sit out on the porch

and watch the sun go
down, and Grandpa'd talk.

He sure did.

I wish you and
Mr. Dillon could come

live with me and Grandpa.


You'd like it, I know you would.

Well, Mr. Dillon has his
own life to go back to.

So do I.

All right girls,
rest time, let's go.

Come on, come on.

Is something wrong?

Can I talk to you?


Britt, help me.

I'll do anything.

Britt, get me away from here.

If you want me.

No, don't go.

Don't go.

I like you.

I like you a lot.

Britt, help me.

You know something?

You're pretty, almost
as pretty as my mama.

No, honey.

Your mother was lovely.


Any sign of them?

No, but I think we'll catch up
to them sometime tomorrow.

She asleep?

That's some kid.

How's that?

She said I was pretty.

You're not the only
pushover around here.

Why don't you ever
say things like that?

Well, you are pretty, Stella.

Don't tell me nobody
ever told you that before.

Maybe, but always
for the wrong reasons.

It's nice to know
you fill a man's eye,

especially if it's
a certain man.


Feels silly still
calling you Marshal.

I know it's Dillon, but
what goes in front of it?



Matt Dillon.




- Mama!
- It's all right, Marcy.

It's all right.

We're here, nothing
to be afraid of.

- They killed my mama.
- Oh, hush, hush.

Don't think about it.

Stella, will you be my mommy?

Just 'til we get
back home, please.

Oh, please, Stella.

We'll see.

We'll see, now you rest.

Marcy, Marcy, wake up.

We have to get going.

Where's Stella?

I don't know, she's gone.

Maybe she got lost.

Whoa, whoa.

Come on.

Now, Marcy, stay here.


Why'd you come after me?

Why'd you run off?


I can't replace what she's lost.

- All she wants...
- I know what she wants.

Can't you see what's happening?

She's starting to
paint and dream,

and with me taking
her mother's place.

I can't handle that.

If I let it start, how
am I going to stop it?

That's what she needs right now.

I don't care what she needs.

I don't want any
part of it, hear me?

She's asking for something
I haven't got to give.

If you didn't have it to give,

you wouldn't have
run off like this.

Don't you understand?

After this, I go
back to what I am.

And what if you find out
it's not what you'd like to be?

All I want to be is accepted.

Well, I think she's
done that for you.

Oh, leave me alone, will you?

Where do you think you're going?

San Antone.

You're headed in
the wrong direction.

North, isn't it?

Which way is that?

- That way.
- That's south.

Well, then, that way.

Stella, I can't
go after that girl

and leave Marcy alone out here.

What you gonna do?

I'm gonna do what you
suggested the other night.

I'm gonna leave
her here with you.

I've got no choice.

You don't either.

Oh, Britt, tell the lads
we'll be breaking camp

in ten minutes.

Fitz, let her go.

Let her go, out here?

There's a trading
post two days east.

I'll take her there
and catch up to you.

You might just keep going, lad.

- No, I...
- Break camp.

I wager if we push it, we can
make the Rio Grande by dusk.

Break camp.

Hoxie, break camp.

Load 'em up, we're moving out.

Now, Marcy, I'm
gonna leave you here

with Stella for a while.

And I want you to
take care of the water.

Now, don't drink any
more than you have to

'cause I want it to
last 'til I get back.

It's your responsibility.

Yes, sir.

All right.

All right, in case
I don't get back...

Don't talk like that.

You will.

I know, but in case I don't.

Now, I want you to head
straight that way, that's east.

Before the sun gets up
too high in the morning,

pick a landmark over
there and head toward it.

Then when you get
there, stay overnight.

Then get up the next morning

and do the same thing over
again, do you understand?


That way you
should get to the fort

in two or three days.

Take care of her.

I will.

You take care of yourself.


Won't you talk to me?

You can't carry
a grudge forever.

Why'd you run?

I guess 'cause I realized
somebody needed me.

You know, and
I've grown thick skin.

What does that mean?

It means I've been
fooling myself.

When we get back home,

you can stay with
me and Grandpa?

Just for a little while?

Just to see how you like it?

Oh, I don't think so, Marcy.

It's San Antone.

Grandpa's been there.

So have I.

But it's been a spell.

What's in San Antone?

Something that was in
Abilene and all the other places.



Get in.

I'm taking this girl.

Does Fitzpatrick know this?

- Ask him.
- I will.

Now we gotta chance it on foot.

It's not too far to the border.

All right, come on.

Ha, where do you
two think you're going?

I should have seen this coming.

When a man gets
scruples, he gets unreliable.

Now both of you, turn
around and go back

where you come from.

Fitz, let us go.

No, lad, no.


We're coming through.

Oh, laddie.


I knew you had a
feeling for the girl, but...

to go up against me, son?

Fitz, move aside.

I can't do that, lad.

You know that.

If I let you get away with this,

how do I stop the others
from trying the same thing?

Give me the gun.


I can see there's...

no talking you out of it.

Oh, laddie.

I never thought it'd
come to you shooting me.

I surely never did.

Oh, I didn't want it
to get to this, Fitz.

It looks like I made
something outta you after all.

Better than me-self.

There's good in you, lad.

You keep looking for it.

They'll be coming now.

You get out of here.

I can't leave you like that.

Go now.


There's something I
never ever told you, Fitz.

What you've been to me.

Laddie, laddie
listen, listen to me.

You remember that
place I told you about?

That I said wasn't there?

Well, it is.

If you keep looking for it,

for the water, blue water.

Warm, warm as

a mother's...

Let's go, they'll be coming.

Don't you understand?

He's dead.

I killed him.

Don't you understand?

I killed him.

It came from over there.



What's the matter with you?

Shouldn't we keep going?

What's wrong?

I just hope you're worth it.

Well, if it's money
you're worried about...


Don't you know
who I just killed?

It's the marshal.

- What?
- Marshal Dillon

- from Dodge City.
- No.

Let me go.

He's the law, if he
knows I'm here, I'm dead.

Well, then go on and run for it.

I won't tell him.

Oh my God, what did I do?

I won't say anything, I promise.

I'm beginning to
think your promises

ain't worth a damn, lady.

Now don't make a sound.

Did you think I'd
let you touch me?

You filth.



Oh, oh, Marshal, oh, thank God.

Cynthia, are you all right?

Yes, it was so horrible.

I was so scared.

I escaped, and I run and run.

You alone?


Is she dead?

Yeah, who are you?

A damn fool.


- Grandpa.
- Oh, Marcy.

Oh, Grandpa.

Grandpa, I'm home.

I'm so glad to see you.

I'm so glad to be home.

Are you all right, honey?

Well, what are we waiting for?

Is it San Antone?


I got a job waiting
for me there.

Stella, Stella!

Stella, Stella, come
back, Stella, please.


Oh, hell, I've been
to San Antone.

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