Gunsmoke (1955–1975): Season 2, Episode 33 - Moon - full transcript

ANNOUNCER:

Starring James Arness
as Matt Dillon.

I guess as much gambling
goes on in Dodge

as any place in the West.

They don't just gamble
with money, either.

Often it's with human lives.

That's the kind of game
going on down there right now

between two men and a woman.

And what bothers me is that I
happen to know that, this time,

they're all gonna lose.

Matt Dillon, U.S. marshal.



Nan.
Hit me.

You sure got the luck,
Mr. Brewer.

I can't make a dollar
out of him.

Yeah.
Better luck next time.

Well, somebody's
got to pay the bills, mister.

Sure. Why does it
have to be me?

I hate a bad loser.

Well?

Hit me.

That's enough.

Can you beat 19?

Twenty'll do it.

You sure are lucky.

Oh, I don't know, Vint.



Against a dealer like you,
it ain't luck so much.

What do you mean by that?

I figure maybe you've been
letting me win.

And later on, things
will sorta change,

and you'll get
all this back.

And I'll keep plunging until
you get all of my stake too.

I've killed men
for saying things like that.

What kind of man,
Vint?

You're in Dodge now.

You ain't gonna kill nobody,

unless he's drunk.

And I'm sober.

I'll be back this evening.

And I'm bringing
a friend of mine with me.

Game's open.
You can bring anybody you want.

Oh,
he won't be gambling.

He's gonna sit right here
and watch you deal.

Got any objections?

Why should I?

You shouldn't,
if you like living.

My friend's name
is Jack Salter.

I'll see you later.

Sam,
get me a drink.

Oh, hi, Vint.

You know somebody
called Jack Salter?

Heard of him. Why?
Who is he?

Well, they say
he's quite a gunman.

What's the matter, Vint?

Meet me at your house
in about ten minutes.

Vint, I-
I can't leave now.

I said, your house
in about ten minutes.

Now, get going.

Sure, Vint.

Sure.

Now,
you go right to sleep,

and Mama will fix dinner.

Vint!

Vint.
Not now, kid.

Where's your mother, huh?
Nan!

Vint, please, Vint.
Nan!

Go play with your doll.
Vint.

He pushed me.

Look, honey,
don't cry.

Vickie,
I didn't mean it.

I wanted you to play with your
doll 'cause I give it to you,

that's all.

And I'm gonna give you
another one real soon.

Honest?

Honest.

Look, honey, why don't you
go out in the back and play?

Mommy wants
to talk to Vint for a minute.

Will you do that,
please?

I'll go.

You promise about the doll?

Yeah. Yeah, I promise.

Don't you forget.

Oh, Nan,
I didn't mean to push her.

I'm worried,
that's all.

It's all right.

What did you wanna
talk about, Vint?

Oh, that man Brewer.

He got away with
about $500 of my money.

And he's coming back tonight
to gamble some more.

Then what are you
worried about?

Well, I was
setting him up.

Let him win a little bit,

and then take everything
he's got.

But he figured it.

He's coming back tonight
with that friend of his

to watch me deal.

What friend?

Jack Salter, the gunman.

Oh, no.

Nan,
you got to help me.

Brewer's got 500
of my money now.

If he gets on a lucky streak
tonight, it'll be more.

With both of them watching me,

I don't dare
deal the cards my way.

What can I do?
You're the gambler, I'm not.

There are other ways
of getting that money back

besides gambling.

How?

You just get Brewer alone
somehow.

I'll take care of the rest.

No, Vint.

Nan.

Please, I-
This is our money.

Yours and mine.

This is the money
we were using to run away on.

If I lose this, we'll be a long
time getting to Saint Louis.

I know, but I-
What would you rather do,

work in a saloon
the rest of your life?

Supporting a child
that a worthless ex-husband

won't give you a dime for?

Or do you wanna
come away with me?

Go back east,

be free,

have a decent home?

Oh, Vint, you know I do.

Well, then?

If Brewer gets lucky
and keeps on winning,

you got to be sweet to him.

Get him outside
in the alley, alone.

Oh, I won't hurt him, Nan.

Now, you can do it, easy.

This is for us, you know.

It scares me, Vint. I-

Will you...?

Will you do it?

All right.

That's a girl.

Oh, Vint, aren't you
gonna say goodbye to Vickie?

Oh, you say goodbye to her,
huh?

I got a lot of things to do.
I'll see you tonight.

I think I'll
double up this time.

I'm good.

Eighteen.

Twenty.

You got about 700
of his money now, Brewer.

Oh, that much?

Well,
that's enough.

Let's have another little game
sometime, Vint.

What do you say?

Anytime.
Just anytime at all.

And I'll spread the word
that you're an honest dealer.

Real honest.

He sure is.

I'll vouch for him
myself.

I'm going now,
Brewer.

There's a little gal
down the street

I don't wanna keep waiting too
long.

Yeah, I'll see you later,
Salter,

and thanks.
Sure.

So long, Vint.

It's been
a real pleasure.

Bye.

Well,
I'll buy you a drink.

Well, that's right decent
of you, Vint,

but, uh, heh, I'm the winner.

I'll buy you one.

All right.

Sam.

Bring us a bottle
of whiskey.

Right away, sir.

I'll take it, Sam.
Yeah.

And don't worry
about the game, Vint.

I'll give you a chance
to win it back.

Maybe tomorrow, huh?

Oh, I don't worry
about the game.

Gambler like me
has got to figure on losing

once in a while.

Especially when he runs into my
particular kind of luck, huh?

Oh.

I hope your gentlemen don't mind
if I brought the bottle.

The barkeep is kinda busy.

Oh, sure.
Now, here, here, here.

Sit down.
Have one with us.

Thanks.

I was hoping
you'd ask me.

Ah, well, you're honest,
anyhow.

I like that.

Tell me,
how'd you make out?

Ask him.

He won $730.

Whoo.

Well.

Let's drink up.

Mud in your eye.

Ah.

Well, thanks
for the drink, Brewer.

I, uh,
think I'll quit for tonight.

Let me know
when you want another game.

Yeah.

Good night.

Good night, Vint.

Oh, Nan, uh...

Aren't you and Vint,
uh-?

Oh, no.
We- We just both work here.

Anything else you hear
is just the usual gossip.

Good.

Hey, you're pretty.

Thanks.
Here, have another drink.

No. I'm sorry,

but I've gotta
go home now.

You can't do that.

Well,
you just got here.

Besides,
it's early yet.

Well,
I always go home early.

But you can walk with me,
if you'd like.

Walk with you?
Mm-hm.

W-

Sure, sure, let's go.

I'll take the bottle back.

Oh, here.

Uh, this'll cover it.

Ooh, thanks.

Wait for me
at the back door.

In the back door?

It's quicker to where I live
that way.

Oh, sure. I'll wait.

Here, Sam.

Sam,
give me my cape.

I'm ready.

Well, which way?

Down here.
Oh.

Oh!

My ankle.
Here.

Here, I'll hold you.

Oh, I-
I think I've twisted it.

Ooh, it hurts
when I step on it.

Well, here, I'll carry you.

Ungh! There, now
you'll be all right.

Help!

Help, somebody! Help!

All right,
let me through here, boys.

You all right, miss?

Yeah. Yes, sir.

It's Charlie Brewer,
Mr. Dillon.

He's dead.

Dead?

No.

Aren't you Nan Miller?

Yeah.

What happened?

Somebody hit him.

What were you doing
out here?

Um, he wanted
to take a walk, you know.

Then when we got out here,
somebody- Somebody jumped us.

Did you see who it was?

No,
they were behind us.

I couldn't see anybody
at all.

They hit me.

You hurt?

No, I'm all right now.

If you didn't see anything,
how'd you know it was them?

I don't know, I tell you. I-I
couldn't see anybody at all.

All right, we better
get you up to Doc's.

No, I'm all right.

I just wanna go home now.

I'll be all right.
Please, marshal.

Well, it's up to you.

I'll be fine now.

I just wanna
get out of here.

I'll be all right alone.

Well, golly, Mr. Dillon,
that poor gal's really upset,

ain't she?

Maybe she's got
a guilty conscience, Chester.

Yeah? Oh, now, Mr. Dillon.
You don't think that she-

No, no, no, no,
she couldn't have done it.

But there's a murderer
running loose,

and she's not helping us
very much to find him.

Come on,
we got work to do.

Oh, howdy, Doc.

Chester.

Where's Matt?

Well, he ain't here,
Doc.

I ain't seen him
since he left your office

when he brought Brewer's body
up there.

Oh.
Well, I finished the autopsy.

Yeah.

Sure not very often
anybody gets killed around Dodge

without being shot.

Oh. Now, well, clubs don't
make no noise, though, Doc.

That's the thing.

Oh.

Then I imagine
if you ever got hit

on the top of your head
with one,

you could probably
hear it all over town.

Oh, you- You-
You just think it...

I'm smart.

Well,

I got exactly nowhere.

What'd you find out,
Doc?

Well, would you like to have it
in medical terms?

Not unless it'll
help me find the killer.

Well, I don't think
it would any,

so I'll just give it to you
plain.

Brewer got hit
on top of the head.

Thanks.

You know, I almost
suspected that myself.

Well,
don't get sarcastic with me.

I'll tell you something
that maybe you didn't know.

It might help you
a little bit.

No woman coulda
hit him that hard.

Oh, Mr. Dillon
knew that too.

Oh, he did, huh?
Yeah.

Well, you knew that too, did you? Yeah.

Well, don't blame me for such a
simple corpse. I didn't find it.

There wasn't nothing simple
about Mr. Brewer.

He was a real nice fella,
Doc.

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

What about Kitty?
She help you?

She wasn't even there.

What about the bartender?

Well, he must have been drunk
since noon.

He didn't see or hear
anything.

Marshal?
Yeah?

I wanna talk to you.

You're Jack Salter, aren't you?

I am.

And I'm a friend, or was,
of Charlie Brewer.

I just heard about him.

I see.

You don't see nothing,
marshal.

What do you mean?

That gambler Vint.

He murdered Brewer.

Can you prove that?
I don't have to prove it.

What are you talking about?

Look, marshal,

Charlie Brewer won over $700
off Vint tonight.

I was there.

I don't even have to ask
if you found any money on him.

Well, I didn't.

Then go arrest Vint.

Now.
Wouldn't do any good.

He'd just go free unless
I had more proof than that.

I told you that Charlie Brewer
was a friend of mine, marshal.

So?

So I'll kill him myself
if I have to.

I wouldn't try that, Salter.

I'm telling you plain, marshal.

I'll give you till
tomorrow night.

And I'm telling you plain,
Salter, that's murder.

And if you even try it,
I'll throw you in jail.

We'll see about that, marshal.

Don't do it, Salter.

Tomorrow night, marshal.

Here's some of the boys staying
last night.

Oh, thanks, Sam.

Miss Kitty?

Well, good morning, Matt.
Hello, Kitty.

Want a beer?
No, thanks.

Well,
it is a little early.

We can sit down though.
There's no charge for that.

All right.

Kitty,
tell me about Nan Miller.

She and Vint.

They're in love.

What else?

Well, for some men,
that's enough.

Now, Kitty, I'm not interested
in romance right now.

I'm after a murderer.

Well, they're serious enough
to get married.

Married?

I thought Nan
was already married.

She's divorced, Matt,

from that no-good, drunken
Hank Miller.

She has to raise that
little girl all by herself

with no help from him.

That makes it kind of tough
on a single woman, doesn't it?

It sure does.

And she and Vint are really
serious about each other?

Like I say, I wouldn't be
surprised if they got married.

Kitty.
Mmm?

That gives me an idea.

Oh?
Tell me something:

Do you think Vint's
a decent sort of man?

I don't think any man's decent
till you put him to a test.

That's my idea.

He stays
at the Dodge House, doesn't he?

Yeah, but why?

That test.
I'm gonna put him to one.

A big one.

I'll see you later.

What do you want, marshal?

Want to talk to you.

Well, I-I was just
getting dressed, marshal.

This won't take long.

Well, what is it?

You're leaving town, Vint.
What?

There's a stage
going east at 3:00.

Be on it.

Wait a minute.
What's this all about?

I always run out
the crooked gamblers.

I don't run
a crooked game.

Nobody can prove that.

Nobody has to.

Suppose I refuse to go.

Vint,
the only choice you got

is whether you wanna get on
that stage like an ordinary man

or whether you wanna
get thrown on in a sack.

Yeah.

Sure, uh, all right,
marshal. I'll go.

I know you will.

Dodge never done anything
for me anyway.

I never had nothing here
but bad luck.

Three o'clock.

Coming.

Oh, Vint, you're early.

Yeah, I thought
I'd better be.

I rented a little wagon
so I could take your stuff

over to the stage office.

Oh, Vint, I-
I'm so excited.

Yeah, it's like I told you
this morning:

We're lucky to be
getting away so easy.

Yes, I know.

Let's not even
talk about that now.

Let's just
think of the future.

We'll go to Abilene first.

Yeah.
I'll make some money there.

And then on to Saint Louis.

Oh, that's a real town.
You'll like it there.

That's got real buildings
in it,

not a bunch of ramshackle
rookeries like Dodge.

Oh, I can hardly wait.

I just can't believe it's
happening to me, Vint. Ha-ha!

Well, it ain't gonna happen

unless you hurry and pack.
I'm almost ready.

Come on, you can get Vickie's
things. I packed them first.

Vickie's things?

Yes, she's playing
out in the back.

Oh, I hope
she didn't get dirty.

I dressed her up so prettily
for the trip, Vint.

Vickie?
Why, of course.

Why are you looking at me
like that, Vint?

Are you planning
on taking Vickie?

Vint, what do you mean?

Well, you've never mentioned
taking her along.

Well, you don't think
I'd leave her?

Well, we never talked about it.
Talked about it? She's my child.

No, no, I don't wanna
take any child along-

Vint.

Look, Nan.

We don't wanna
be bothered with a kid.

We're gonna see things,
do things, you and me.

Besides, Vickie's
better off here anyway.

Better off here?

With a drunkard for a father
and no mother at all?

Are you crazy?

Well, give her to somebody,
then.

Give her to somebody?

She's my child,
my child.

Sure.
But I don't want her along.

I can't stand kids.

No.

I mean it.

I should have known.

The only times you were nice
to her was when I was around.

Did that to get to me,

didn't you, Vint?

We'll talk about it later,
huh?

Look, we haven't got
all the time in the world.

You better finish packing your
things.

No, Vint.

I won't leave Vickie.

Now, look.
I won't leave her.

I mean it.

Yeah, I guess you do.

All right, then,
stay with her.

Oh, Vint. Vint, you can't.
You can't go.

Yes, I can.
I can do anything I want.

Vint, please, please don't.

Goodbye, Nan.

You really are going.

'Course I am.

I said, goodbye.

I hate you!

I hate you.

Well...

Must be getting on
the 3:00, Mr. Dillon.

Yeah.
Look, go tell the stagedriver

not to leave
before he sees me with him.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. Dillon?

Whoa.

Johnny.

Get Nan, will you?

Yes, sir.

Hello, marshal.

I'm leaving.

You satisfied?

Not quite.

Oh?

Here comes a man
who's not satisfied at all.

I seen him
riding around in that wagon

with his bag all dressed up
for traveling.

You're gonna let him go,
ain't you, marshal?

Gonna let him ride that stage
right outta Dodge.

What are you
talking about-?

Shut up.
I'll take care of you later.

Later?

I got a bright idea
to go to Abilene myself.

Oh?

Now, look here. I wanna know
what this is all about.

Salter here
wants to kill you, Vint.

Kill me?
Yeah.

He got an idea
you murdered a friend of his.

Charlie Brewer.

That's a lie.

You calling me a liar?

Hold on here
just a minute.

I'll take care of this,
not you.

Mr. Dillon?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Oh, no, marshal.
I'm coming with you.

Then so am I.

Hello, Nan.

You wanted
to see me?

Yes, marshal.

I do.

There's something
I've got to tell you...

about Vint and me.

Wait.

Nan, don't.
Why not, Vint?

There's still time.

I'll drive over to the house
and get Vickie right now.

We'll take her with us.
Of course we will.

I was only joking.

Were you, Vint?
You know I was, Nan.

Come with me,
We'll go together.

No.
I don't trust you anymore.

You're no good at all,
Vint.

Nan, listen to me.

Shut up, Vint.

Let her talk.

Go ahead, Nan.

Last night...

Charlie Brewer.

It was Vint
who killed him.

He tried
to shoot me.

He tried
to kill me.

It's all right now, Nan.
It's all over.

He's a murderer.

I- I didn't know he was gonna
kill Charlie Brewer.

I wouldn't have helped him,
marshal.

Maybe the judge
will understand, Nan.

I hate him.

He lied to me.
He lied to me about everything.

You satisfied, Salter?

I'm satisfied,
marshal.

I sure am.

He's no good at all,
Vint.

When it came
to the real test,

he was no good at all.

Well, let's hope
they understand that, Nan.

It's the only way I had.

Come on,
I'll take you back to Vickie.