Gunsmoke (1955–1975): Season 6, Episode 2 - The Blacksmith - full transcript

Troublemakers trick an immigrant blacksmith into leaving his house on his wedding night, then burn down the house.

(theme music playing)

(both guns fire)

ANNOUNCER: starring
James Arness as Matt Dillon.

Hi, Chester.

Oh. (chuckles)

You, uh, been taking a little
mid-afternoon meal, have you?


I didn't know that you
was there, Mr. Dillon.

They feed you good?

Well, you know how it is.

A feller's insides gets to
gnawing at him a little bit,

it-it... it gets
kind of painful.

Oh, sure, sure.

What did it take
to stop the pain?

Just a little old
piece of steak is all.

Just a piece of steak, huh?

Well, I never did figure
that a steak was much good

without a couple of eggs
and a little speckledy gravy.

Did you?

Well, I always kind of
liked potatoes on mine.

Well, I had potatoes all right.

I mean, potatoes, that's
just part of the steak.

You know, you sound to me
like you could use a little exercise.

Want to walk on down to
the blacksmith's with me?

Sure, I'd be glad
to, Mr. Dillon.

Was kind of wondering
what I was going to do next.

Anybody who'd
bring a horse to you

is plumb out of his head.

The day I got him home, he
was so lame he couldn't walk.

You ought to be
run out of business.


If it was my fault,

if you think I did a bad
job, pay me nothing.

Sounds like a pretty
fair deal, Tolman.

Oh, hello, Marshal.

Can't do better than that.

Wouldn't think of paying him.

Not after laming my horse.

That the horse?

No, of course not.

He's out at the place.

That's the last horse of mine

you're going to
shoe, blacksmith.

I'm telling everybody
I know about it.

Well, he always did have
it in for you, didn't he?

Ah, he owns the land next door.

He wants to build a saloon,

but he needs my
land here for it.

Why don't you just sell out
for a big price and move out?

There are too many saloons
in Dodge City now, Chester.

There's only one
blacksmith shop.

Marshal, the horse
Mr. Tolman rode today

is the one I shoed for him.

He's not lame.

Well, that dirty liar.

I'm a good blacksmith.

I never lame a horse.

Well, Emil, I can go after him,

make him pay up
if you want me to.

No, Marshal, no trouble.

Well, Emil, is my horse ready?

Yeah, yeah. Sorry.

You leave him there.

I'll bring him to
the stable later.

All right, fine.

Uh, what do I owe
you, two dollars?

Two dollars, yes.

Thank you.

This will go into my new house.

- Your new house?
- Out back.

I have plenty of room for
my shop and for house, too.

(chuckles) Well, Tolman's
not going to like that, is he?

I have good reason
for house, Marshal.

I'll tell you someday.

All right, Emil.
We'll see you later.

Yeah, thank you.


Oh. Hello.

- Emil, hi.
- Howdy.

I look funny to you?

Well, uh...


No, it isn't that,
Emil. It's just that...

We just never did see you in
your Sunday clothes before.

(laughing): Not
even on a Sunday.

I got new wife coming.

You what?

Well, we are not married yet.

We get married on Saturday.

Well, who is she, Emil?

Her name is Gretchen Mueller.

I have never met her.

DOC: You haven't?

No, I... I answer advertisement
at St. Louis paper, Doc.

It says, "Young German
woman want husband."

So I wrote to the
paper, and I-I said,

"Come to Dodge City, be wife.

Emil Wulheter."

Well, I'll be doggone.

Emil, congratulations.

Thank you.

I got a room for her
at the Dodge House.

She could stay
there until the house

is finished behind my shop.

I only need a few more days.

By golly, Emil, I
think it's just fine.

Well, just wonderful.

Would you...

I was wondering maybe...

(Emil stammering)

Look, uh, would you like us

to walk down to
the depot with you?

Gretchen would
like that, I think.

Knowing I have friends here.

Sure. I guess, uh, we could
do that all right, couldn't we?

Why, sure.

Well, yeah, make her feel right
at home, welcome, you know.

We might even kind of help
to hold Emil up, too, you know?

Doc, I don't feel so good here.


I haven't got any
medicine for that.

Oh, hold on. Here it comes now.

Look at that.

Well, that's got
to be her, Emil.

Go get her.

Go. Go.

He's scared to death.

Oh, you know, that's
an awful pretty woman

to get out of a
newspaper, though.

(Emil clears his throat softly)

Ich bin Emil Wulheter.

Guten Tag, Herr Wulheter.

Ich bin Gretchen Mueller.

(Emil and Gretchen
continue speaking German)

Well, how in the world can
they understand each other

talking like that?

(Emil speaking German)

Uh, this is the marshal.

How do you do, ma'am?

And this is the doctor.

I'm glad to know you.

And this is Chester Goode.

How do you do, ma'am?

I just awful hope you're
welcome, uh, miss.

Thank you.

Oh, now, Gretchen, I
will go and get your bags.

Ma'am, I hope you'll
be very happy here.

Emil's a fine man.

I think I'm very lucky.

Yes, I-I think you
are, too, ma'am.

He's... he's a
gentleman, just fine.

Oh, he sure is.

I-I can tell you one thing...
And I'll guarantee you...

That he... he won't never
beat you up or nothing.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

Well, now, Doc, a lot of
men beat up their wives.

- Beat them up regular.
- Well, I know that,

and it's, uh, kind of a
shame that some people

didn't spend more time
paddling their children.

Well, what do you mean by that?

(Doc scoffs)

All right, all right,
now, just a minute.

I'm afraid you'll have
to excuse these two.

I think they don't mean
everything they say, yes?

That's right.

I found them, Gretchen.

Now we go to the hotel.

We get married on Saturday.

We have a big party
at Dodge House after.

You'll be there?

We sure will.

Oh, I-I should say so.

I just love weddings
and parties, too.

You come to our party.

We make you very happy.

Well, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Auf Wiedersehen.

- Bye, ma'am.
- Bye.

Well, by golly.

I'll tell you, this calls

for a little bit of a
celebration, I think.

And I'll buy the drinks, too.

Well, glory be.

First round, I mean.

- Just the first round.
- Oh, yeah.

Come on.


to Emil and Gretchen.

Hey, do you know,
if it wasn't for them,

we all three would
still be sitting over there

in front of your
office in the hot sun.

Well, Doc, if, uh,
this is what it takes

to get you to spend some
money, I'm going to start

promoting some more
marriages around this town.

Well, sure, I'm
in favor of that.

Why... why don't you
start with Chester there?

He's ready. He's overripe.

Well, that's better
than being all pruned up

- like some people that I know.
- (Kitty laughing)

Oh, don't laugh at him.

When are you going
to get married, Chester?

- Me?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I only own a saddle
and one pair of boots.

How in the world
could I afford me a wife?

You could marry a rich woman.

Well, what in the world would
a rich woman want with me?

Well, now, I don't
know, Chester.

You know, with a clean shirt on,

you might be an
entirely different person.

(Kitty laughing)

(footsteps approaching)


Clem, give us some glasses
and a bottle of rye whiskey.

So, the blacksmith finally
got himself a gal, huh?

Bought right out of a newspaper.


I wouldn't buy a hound dog
that way, let alone a woman.


One of them foreigners
in town is too many.

Now we got two of them.

You know, what we ought
to do is tar and feather them

and send them on their way.

Good idea, Tolman.

And we'd have a lot
of fun doing it, too.

All right, boys.

Well, if it ain't the marshal.

Look, I heard
what you're saying.


You leave them
alone... All three of you.

This ain't got nothing
to do with the law.

I'll decide what has
to do with the law.

Now, you stay away from
them, or I'll lock you up.

You'll lock us up?

Emil's a patient man,
but don't push him too far.

You stay away from
him and his bride.

Bride? (laughs)

Why, she ain't nothing but...

Take him out of here.

You haven't heard
the end of this, Marshal.

You know, Mr. Dillon,
I don't understand it.

Understand what?

Well, why we wasn't
invited to the wedding.

Chester, nobody's
going to the wedding

except Emil, Gretchen
and the preacher.

Yeah, but why?

Well, evidently, that's
the way they want it.

Don't let it spoil
the party for you.

(chuckling): Oh, don't
you worry none about that.

I'm going to have me a
real good time at this party.

Well, just see that
you do your drinking

with one hand, will you?

Well, I don't know.

Around this crowd,
Mr. Dillon, you got to move fast

to get more than
one little old cupful.

Well, sometimes
one little old cupful

can be too much, too, you know?

Yeah, well, that depends
upon who the man is.


Well, you ready?

Yeah, just about.

I don't think that I can
improve too much on that.

All right.

Let's go.

(lively music playing,
guests clapping)

EMIL: Come. Come, come.

Everybody dance. Come, come.


Ma'am, Emil.

Good evening, Marshal, Chester.

Well, I see that, uh, you're
all married and everything.

Oh, you bet we are, Chester.

For good and for all.

Please, Marshal, go
help yourself to a drink.

Thank you, ma'am.

Oh, you, too, Chester.

Well, I guess a
celebration like this

does kind of call
for at least one.


Please. Please.

Mr. Dillon, I'll get you a beer.


- (applause)
- I-I see that you've...

got a head start
on everybody here.

You betcha I did.

Knowing how you and Matt
feel about free refreshments,

I wasn't gonna take any
chances, I'll tell you that.

Here you are, Mr. Dillon.

Oh, thank you.

Well, I sure hope
nobody gets shot tonight.


I'd hate to see the
hole you'd put in 'em

trying to find the bullet.

- (chuckles)
- Well, just because

you can't keep the
peace around here

is no sign I can't enjoy myself.

What are you doing,
guarding that thing?


That-that whiskey barrel there.

- Ugh.
- You know, you ought to go

sit down somewheres, Doc.

You don't look right,
hanging around here

like a-a dry steer at a spring.

I'll be on my feet a long time

after they've rolled you
out of here, I'll tell you that.

Say, is Kitty coming over?

Yeah, I guess she'll
be along in a little bit.

Oh. Oh.

(lively music playing)

Gosh, were they invited?

Well, I'd hope not.

There they are.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna dance with the bride.

Is that all?


EMIL: Good evening, Mr. Tolman.

How 'bout a dance, little gal?


Never mind him; he
don't matter. Let's dance.

Uh, you are welcome
here, Mr. Tolman.

There's food on
the table and drink.

I don't want to drink,
I want to dance!

We are all friends
here, Mr. Tolman.

We want no trouble.

- Then get out of the way, blacksmith!
- (music stops)

Maybe you had too much to drink.

Maybe you need some
water for your head.


- You grab him! I'll hit him!
- Put him down!

Put me down!

I'll put you down!


I'll get even with you,
you-you stupid blacksmith!

Come on, boys.

(laughter continues)

I am sorry, everybody.

L-Let's go back and have fun.

No trouble on
Emil's wedding night.

(crowd murmuring, chuckling)

(crickets chirping)

(dog barks in distance)


Hello, Emil.

I sure hate to bother
you at a time like this.

You are Spooner.

You are one of Tolman's men.

Yeah, but that's got nothing
to do with what I'm here about.

Best you leave a man
alone on his wedding night.

(speaks German)

(replies in German)

Evening, ma'am.

I-I was just trying to tell your
husband about some trouble.


It's a man, up the
river at Willow Bend.

He needs help.

What kind of help?

His wagon busted down.

He told us only a
blacksmith could fix it.

Uh, this is not some kind of
trick that Tolman put you up to?

Oh, no.

(speaks German)

Are you telling the truth?

Yes, ma'am, I sure am.

But can't it wait until morning?


His wife's in the
back of the wagon.

She's about to have a baby.

(speaks German)

Well, I am very sorry, but...

Look, I don't care
if you come or not.

The man begged me to come
here and get you and I done it.

So it's off my conscience.

Night, ma'am.

I think it's best you go, Emil.

(speaks German)

All right.

(dog barking in distance)


Well, the house is gone,
but Gretchen is safe.

I thank God for that.

Emil, I'm, uh, I'm gonna
take her along with me.

Thank you. That is good.

I have things to do here.

I will come for you later.

It's a little bit
late, Mr. Dillon.

I'll walk along with them.

Good, Chester.

That's a bad thing that Tolman
and his men did, Marshal.

You think it was Tolman, Emil?

His man, Spooner... it was
him that came and told me

I was needed at Willow Bend.

I found no broken wagon there...

No man, no wife
about to have a baby.

Well, then they just did
that to get rid of you here

so you'd be out of the way.

Emil, if you, uh, if you'll say

that it was Tolman's

I'll have him in
jail by morning.

No, Marshal. I will
handle this myself.

Now, wait a minute, Emil.

There will be no killing.

But for the first
time, I'm very angry.

I will wait.

And when I see Tolman,
I will teach him a lesson.

I will teach him good.

All right, Emil.

I'll leave it up to you.

Mr. Dillon?

What is it, Chester?

Well, that Emil
Wulheter's been walking

up and down the street
there for the last hour.

He has?

Yeah, I wonder what he's up to.

Well, he's waiting, Chester.

Yeah, I know that, but what for?

Well, it's Monday,
and Gil Tolman always

comes into town to get
his supplies on Monday.


He's sure to come today,

because if he doesn't, people
will get suspicious of him.

Well, they're-they're
suspicious already.

Well, I don't think
Emil started that.

Well, no, he didn't start it; I
haven't heard him say a word.

But they are suspicious.

Tell you what I'd like to
have you do, if you don't mind,

is going outside and
keep an eye on him.

The minute Gil Tolman
shows up in town, let me know.

Little something I want to do
before, uh, Emil gets to him.

All right.

Mr. Dillon, they
just rode into town.


Oh, hello, Marshal.

Hear about the
fire the other night?

You mean out at the
blacksmith's place?


Well, I'm kind of
sorry I missed that one.

See, Spooner and Willy
and me went out the place

and took to playing
poker all night.

Yeah, I lost ten dollars.

I'd like to have
your gun, Tolman.

What's this all about?

I haven't got time
to argue with you.


I believe that Emil's got
something to say to you, Tolman.

Mr. Tolman, you don't
pay me for my work.

You lie about me.

You burn my house.

If I am alone,
that is different...

but Gretchen.

You must never
try to hurt her again.

Now I teach you that.

You lay a hand on me,
you fight all three of us.

Three against one, Mr. Dillon.

Hadn't you ought
to do something?

No, I think Emil can
handle this, Chester.

You just watch.

I teach all of you.

(men grunt)



You all right?


Hey, some of you fellas
give us a hand here

with these men, will you?

Just drag 'em off and
stack 'em up somewhere

till they get their health back.

(men chattering)

Good fight.

Come on.


Come on. Get up.

Maybe now, no more trouble.

Well, Emil, you got the
whole town on your side.

They're not gonna
bother you anymore.

I think not.

I go get Gretchen now.

It's time we start to
build our new home.