Gunsmoke (1955–1975): Season 6, Episode 4 - Say Uncle - full transcript

Lee Nagel suspects his visiting uncle of murder when his father is killed in their store in an apparent accident.

Starring James
Arness as Matt Dillon.

Sorry about them
saddlebags, Marshal,

but they'll be in
next week, sure.

Well, there's no
hurry, Mr. Jonas.

By golly, you're
gonna have yourself

some real competition
there, Mr. Jonas.

Oh, them.

Now, you may be right, Chester,

but he's a real nice
fella, that Martin Nagle.

Hard worker, too.

Who's that young fella with him?

That's his son.

He's called Lee.

Seems like a good boy.

He's awful quiet though.

He's awful rich,
that Martin Nagle.

He's got another
store in St. Louis.

Paid somebody to run it for him

while he came out
to get this one started.

Well, he, uh, he don't
have a-a daughter, does he?

I'm afraid you're out
of luck there, Chester.


I think we ought to go over

and say hello to him
anyway, Mr. Dillon.

You know, them being
new in Dodge and all.

All right.

Mr. Jonas, we'll see you later.

Sure, Marshal.

There it is, Pa.

Yeah, looks real fine, son.

You know, Lee, this store's
going to make money,

real good money.

One of these days, after
your mom and I are gone,

it'll all be yours.

You're not gonna have to
worry about things like I did.

Come on, now, Pa, you're
gonna be around a long time.

Oh, sure, sure, I know.

Makes me feel good though,

knowing I'll be
leaving my son well off.


Well, you-you must
be Marshal Dillon.

Mr. Nagle.

This is Chester Goode here.

- Hi, Mr. Goode.
- How do you do?

This is my son, Lee Nagle.

- Hi, Lee.
- How are you?

Well, looks like you're
about to open up here.

Well, right soon, then
the real work starts.

Oh, selling your stuff ain't
gonna be no work, Mr. Nagle.

It's getting it here that's
gonna make you sweat.

Yeah, I guess so.

Right now, I'd like to have you
men come in and meet Mrs. Nagle.

She'll be right pleased
about that, wouldn't she, Lee?

I believe she will.


Of course.

It's a mighty nice store
you got here, ma'am.

Thank you, Marshal.

Well, we plan to bring in
some help once we're open.

He thinks I shouldn't
be down here at all,

but I come anyway.

Well, I've got to admit, if
it wasn't for Mrs. Nagle,

our store in St.
Louie wouldn't be

doing as well
as it is right now.

Hello, Martin.



I can't believe it!

Yeah, I ran into
a fella on the trail,

he heard you were
headed for Dodge,

so I thought I'd just
drift in and say hello.

"Drift in and say hello."
Sounds just like you.

I bet it's almost
ten years, hasn't it?

About that.

- Even then, you didn't meet my wife.
- No.

- Or my son?
- No.

Come here.

Nancy, I want you to meet
my very own brother, Hutch.


Well, of all things.

It's a pleasure to
meet you, Mrs. Nagle.

Thank you.

None of that "Mrs. Nagle."

It's gonna be Hutch and Nancy.

Just because you'd never met,
that's no sign you're strangers.

No need to be formal now.

And, Hutch, this is my son, Lee.

That's your boy?


Proud to know you, son.

How do you do?

Mighty lucky boy,
having parents like these.

Oh, and this is, uh, Marshal
Dillon and Chester Goode.

My very own brother, Hutch.

- How do you do?
- Marshal.

- Mr. Goode.
- Been almost ten years.

Wonderful, Nancy?

Oh, it's wonderful, Martin.

Look, you probably
came a long way.

You're tired, aren't you?

Oh, now, don't
you worry about me.

Nancy, why don't you
take him up to the house,

kind of show him around.

Expect he'd like to take a bath,

get some of that
Kansas dust off of him.

Might be a little
hungry, too, huh?

But don't feed him too
much, 'cause Lee and I will

bring home some
steaks for dinner.

Lee, you take care
of his horse, huh?

Now, look, don't you
two bother about me, I...

It's no bother at all.

You're one of the family, Hutch.

We'll have dinner early, so
you two be along in an hour.

Fine, honey, we'll be there.

I should've gone to a hotel...

Look, that's a lot of nonsense.

You're my brother, aren't you?

Nancy will take
good care of you.

I'm gonna go out in back
and unpack some stuff.


Marshal, Mr. Goode, Lee.


You know, he's kind of different
than his brother, Mr. Dillon.

You're right, Chester.

- Oh.
- From what I've heard,

Uncle Hutch never
made a dollar in his life.

Well, a lot of men
never do, Lee.

I'll guarantee you
something, Marshal.

Uncle Hutch didn't
just drift in to say hello,

he's come here to roost.

Oh, is there something
about him you don't like?

I just met the man, Marshal.

I better get back to work.

I'll see you later.

Yeah, all right.

That's kind of a funny way
to talk about your own uncle.


Well, let's get back
to the office, huh?

Seems like we'll never
get this job done, huh?

Well, it's taking a few days
longer than we expected,

but it's no harm.

Well, I don't want
to open the store

until everything is just right.


Hey, we better get those
kegs up in the loft, huh?

That's a good idea, Hutch.

- Oh, Hutch.
- Yeah?

Look, I-I just want you to
know that I'm very happy

you decided to
stay here with us.

Thanks, Martin.

- But only for a while.
- Oh?

Yeah, the work's
too hard around here.

- Ready, Hutch?
- Yeah, take it up.

Set her down.

All set?

Tie it off.



Your father had an accident!

Go get a doctor.


I said go get a doctor!

I'll get him myself.

Pa, are you all right?


Oh, this is a terrible thing.

What were you
doing up on that loft?

Oh, now, wait a minute, boy.

I was working up there,
he was working down here.

Keg fell off and hit him.

I feel terrible
about this, Marshal.

My-my own brother.


I'll see you home.

You oughtn't to be here.

You figure this was
an accident, Marshal?

Well, I've got no reason
to feel otherwise, Lee.

Then you're not
gonna talk to him

or arrest him or
anything like that?

Did you see this thing happen?

Oh, no, but I wish that I had.

Well, all right.

Accidents like this have
happened before, Lee.

You better calm down.

You go on along.

Doc and I will take
care of things here.


- Here you are.
- Oh.

Sure do thank you
for that, Miss Kitty.

Oh, it's all right, Chester.

I'll-I'll just put them
both on your bill.


Kitty, has young Nagle been
hanging around here much lately.

Yeah, every night
for about a week.

Sure looks unhappy, don't he?

Suppose he's been
drinking a lot, too, huh?

I'll say.

Hello, Lee.

Come on over.

Would you like to sit
down, have a drink?

No, thank you, Marshal.

How's everything at home?

With my mother?

Just fine.

She's going to get married.

How long has it
been, four weeks?

That's a long time.

Well, uh, who-who
is she gonna marry?

Well, you see, Chester,

my father left everything
to my mother first.

So you can't much blame a
poor man like my Uncle Hutch

for stepping in, now, can you?

Good night, Marshal.

Well... what do you
think about that?

Well, that sure
explains a lot of things.

No wonder he's been so unhappy.

I'll tell you what I think.

I think it's gonna
lead to trouble

somewhere along the line here.


Came awful close, didn't it?

What's the matter with
you? You trying to kill me?

It was an accident.

I feel terrible about
it... My own uncle.

Now, look, you...

I said I was sorry.

Hey, we're gonna have to order
some more goods soon, Lee.

My father would've
had it in a month ago.

Didn't hit you, did it?

I'm awful sorry.

I didn't know it was loaded.

I bet you didn't!

Came awful close, didn't it?

Now, look, Lee, I don't know
what you think you're doing,

but I ain't gonna stand for it.

It was an accident.

I feel terrible about it.

Oh, stop!

What are you,
crazy or something?

I said I was sorry!

I don't like to do this,

but I'm gonna have to talk to
your ma about you, right now.

It won't do any good.

I think it will.

You won't tell her
the truth, not ever.

Not till I make you.

Something's got to
be done about you.

Hello, Miss Nagle.

- Marshal.
- Marshal.

Well, wouldn't you
like to sit down?

No, thank you.

We-we got a couple of
things we wanted to tell you.

Well, first off, we'd
like to announce

that we're gonna be married.

Yes, that's what I understand.

It seems kind of sudden, but...

well, I know in my heart that's
how Martin would have wanted it.

He... Well, he always
kind of worshipped Hutch.

The wedding's gonna be Saturday.

Afterwards, we're having a-a
little party at the Dodge House,

and we want all our
friends to be there,

Sounds fine.

Well, shall I tell him
or do you want to?

You tell him.

Well, it's about Lee, Marshal.

He's been acting
kind of strange,

more so every day.

Is that so?

He can't seem to shake
loose this wild idea about...

Well, that what
happened was no accident.

I've talked and
talked to him about it,

but he won't even listen to me.

He dropped an axe within a
foot of my head the other day,

and last night he cut
loose at me with a rifle.

He claimed it was
an accident, of course.

It terrifies me, Marshal.

Lee's never behaved
like that in his life.

Was there something that
you figure I can do about it?

Oh, no, no, that's
not why we came.

We're going to send him
back to St. Louis, Marshal.

He can help run the store there.

He never did like it very
well out here anyway.

He'll be happier there.

We just thought we
ought to tell you, Marshal,

in case Lee does anything wild

when he hears what
we have planned for him.

Well, let's just
hope that he doesn't.

Well, we'll be expecting
you at the wedding.

- Right.
- Thank you, Marshal.

Bye, Marshal.

Here's to you, Lee, my boy.

Here's to our trip.

Yes, sir, we're gonna
have a fine time, boy.


I'm a lot older than you are,

and I bet I can show
you a lot of things.

- I bet.
- I ain't been everywhere

and done everything for nothing.

And St. Louis?

I'll bet I can show
you things in that town

that you've never even heard of,

even though you
used to live there.

Sounds great.

We'll eat that place up.

No more of these little
one-horse prairie towns for us,

- huh, boy?
- No, sir.

Never again.

Marshal Dillon?

I'd like you to meet
some friends of mine.

Hello, Lee.

Marshal Dillon, Chester
Goode, this is George Farr.

Marshal, glad to
know you, and Chester.

- How do you do?
- How do?

Any friend of Lee
is a friend of mine.

Mr. Farr and I are going

to St. Louis together
tomorrow evening.

That so?

Well, that's the
way it was planned.

Oh, well now, it wasn't
exactly planned, was it, Lee?

I just happened
through here, Marshal.

Come from Pueblo.

I go to St. Louis every year

just to keep the moss
from growing on my back.

By golly, I wish
that I could do that.

Well, you better come and
go along with us, Chester.

Well, no, I don't think
there's much chance of that.

Mr. Farr, uh, happened
by the store today

and got to talking to
my uncle Hutch and me.

That's how I found out we
was both going to St. Louis

and on the same train.

It's always good to have
a partner to travel with.

Uh, right, Marshal?

Sounds right.

Well, anyway, we're gonna
have lots of fun besides,

aren't we, Mr. Farr?

We sure are, boy, we sure are.

Well, I got to get some sleep.

Chester, Marshal.

Uh, wait a minute;
I-I'll walk out with you.

See you later,
Marshal and Chester.

Well, I guess that kind
of settles that, don't it?

I don't know.

I wonder.

Shorten a long trip.

Here, help yourself.

Cheaper than the Long Branch.


You know, that
ain't bad whiskey.

We'll get better in St. Louis.

That's fine.

We'll get better
everything in St. Louis,

won't we, huh?

We should.

Now, you know, this
country out here is all right,

but, uh, it sure don't
seem very civilized.

Seems like everything's
still got the knobs on it.

Everything's kind of
rough, needs shaping up.

Back east things are different.

Yes, sir, back east,

folks know how to live.

♪ We're going to St. Louis ♪

♪ We're going to St. Louis. ♪


♪ We're going to St. Louis ♪

♪ We're going to St. Louis. ♪

Might as well take
your coat off, Lee.

May as all go to sleep.

No, I'm all right.

But, uh, wouldn't you
be more comfortable

without that cannon
sticking in your back.

Oh, that?

I always carry it there
when I'm traveling.

It don't bother me none.

About time for
another go-around, eh?


Here, long evening ahead of us.

Oh, take a good one.

It ain't half empty.

You feel all right?

I feel fine. Why?

Maybe you better
get a little air.

Oh, no, I'm all right.

- I don't need any air.
- Well, well, come on.

Come on.

Come on, let's go
back on the platform.

Why? I don't want to go outside.

Get on your feet, boy.

- Come on.
- I'm all right.

Get a little air.


take a real deep breath.

Guess we won't
have such a great time

in St. Louis
after all, Mr. Farr.

Excuse me, Reverend.

Well, that was a fine
wedding, if I do say so myself.

I enjoyed it very much.

You look mighty nice, ma'am.

Thank you, Marshal.

Best looking woman
in the whole of Kansas.

I'm the luckiest
man in Kansas, too.

Mrs. Nagel, would
you like a little touch?

Thank you, Chester.

- Hutch?
- Oh, no thanks, Chester.

Give it to the Marshal.

Mr. Dillon?

Oh, thank you, Chester.

Well, I'll, uh,
I-I'll get me one.

To tell you the truth, uh,

I had me a little nip
before the ceremony.

Well, I, uh, I guess most
grooms do, don't they?

Well, I can tell you I
needed it, Marshal.

But everything came
off without a hitch, so...

I can relax now.

Well, what were you
worried about, Hutch?

Oh, nothing,

but, uh, I'm glad it's over
and done all the same.

I sure am.

Aggie, I want you to
meet Mrs. Nagel here.

You already know Hutch.

- Marshal.
- Ma'am, Jim.

Excuse me, folks.

Congratulations, Hutch.

Thank you, Jim.

Well, Mr. Dillon, did
they kind of run you off?

Yeah, I'm not much on
these affairs, Chester.

Oh? Well, I kind
of like them myself.

Everybody's so happy and all.

I'm not sure that everybody's
quite as happy as you think.

Well, there's plenty of punch.

We wish you the
best of everything.

Thank you, Jim, thank you.

- Lee.
- Lee?


what are you doing here, boy?

Lee, what happened?

We thought you'd be
to St. Louis by now.

Looks like you run
into some bad company.

George Farr, the man
you hired to kill me.

You must be drunk.

You didn't have to hire
anybody to kill my pa, did you?

That was easy for you.

And now you're rich
and you got her, too.

What kind of crazy talk is that?

I don't care whether
you admit it or not.

Now look, boy.

If you can't behave,

I suggest you leave.

I'm giving you another
chance to kill me, Hutch,

now, while I'm facing you.

Why, you young whelp.

Hold it, Lee.

Give me the gun, Lee.

Now do you believe me, Marshal?

Yeah, I believe you.

What are you gonna do about him?

Well, I'm gonna
take him to jail.

After that, it'll be
up to the court.

I think you better take
your mother out of here, Lee.


Well, I just don't
understand it, Mr. Dillon.

Uh, a man killing
his own brother.

You know, th-that boy was right.

Yeah, he sure was.

He's not a boy
anymore either, Chester.

Well, let's get
him to jail, huh?