Have Gun - Will Travel (1957–1963): Season 1, Episode 12 - No Visitors - full transcript

You came to me
with a torch and a gun;

you call it righteousness?

Call it by its right name:

Murder.

( gunshot)

WOMAN: Move away
from that wagon, mister!

I thought it was abandoned.

Move away, I said.

Now get on your
horse and clear out.

Lady, you look to
me like you need help.

You can't help us none.



I can try.

You ain't a doctor, are you?

No.

Move on then.

( baby cries)

Lady, what's the
matter with that baby?

Typhoid. Typhoid fever.

Has a doctor seen this baby?

No.

Well, then you don't
know it's typhoid fever.

It might be some other disease.

Mr. Mulrooney knows.

Who?

Jeremiah Mulrooney,
the wagon master.



He knows the symptoms.

He's the one that
cut you loose like this,

left you out here

to dig your own graves?

It was either the baby and
me or the whole wagon train.

50 people.

Well, they're sending help
back, they're not just going on?

What can they do?

Well, lady, you and your baby
are alive, you're human beings.

Now, there's a settlement

one day's ride from here.

We'll use my horse
to pull the wagon.

They won't let us in.

The wagon train
must be there by now.

They know about us.

Well, they can't just cancel
you out of the human race.

Mr. Mulrooney says
it's the will of God.

I was a stranger
in a strange land,

and ye took me in.

A toast to you and your
good wife, Brother Jonas.

Thank you.

I sure wish you and your folks
could stay on a might longer.

Maybe even settle here.

A shepherd must tend his flock,

and my wagoneers are
getting restless to press on.

You're welcome
anytime, Mr. Mulrooney.

Got all the supplies you need?

Indeed, yes. Thanks
to you, Mrs. Jonas.

And bless you both.

( horse approaching)

( dog barking)

Hmm. Newcomer.
Wonder where he's from.

Well, what can I
do for you, stranger?

I'm looking for a doctor.

Can you tell me
where I'll find one?

A doctor. Mm.

Well, I don't know.

She calls herself
a doctor, but...

She?!

Yeah. Phyllis Thackeray,
M.D. That's what her sign says.

She's here on the settlement?

Yeah.

She ain't recommended.

Oh? Why?

Couldn't make a
go of it back East,

so she hung up a shingle here.

Any woman sees fit
to take up doctoring

ain't fit to be a woman.

Is she a medical doctor?

Well, there's something in
Latin hanging on her wall,

but lady doctors
ain't my idea...

Now, look, there's
a woman and a baby

that need doctoring real bad.

What's this?

What's this, my friend?

Now, what's this, my friend,
about a woman and a baby?

Some pebble-hearted wagon master

left them on the edge of
the desert out here to die.

Now, where's the doctor?

Just a minute.

This child... Did it
have typhoid fever?

Well, that's for
the doctor to...

Why do you ask?

My name is Jeremiah
Mulrooney and it was I that...

Mr. Mulrooney.

You don't look like a murderer.

Keep thy tongue from evil
and thy lips from speaking guile.

Put thy own house
in order, Mulrooney.

You sentenced that woman
and that child to death.

They were diseased!

Well, what did you
do to help them?!

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

What's this about
typhoid, stranger?

We don't want any
epidemics around here.

He wanted me to jeopardize

the lives of 50
people against two.

Did you ask the 50 people

about what they
thought about it?

Or did you just make
the decision for them?

Had they known about typhoid,

it would've caused great panic.

And the will of
Jeremiah Mulrooney

would have been opposed.

Now where's that doctor.

Now look, typhoid
is a terrible thing.

Nothing to fool around with.

If that doctor brings them here
we could all get the disease.

The hand that touches
pitch is defiled forthwith.

You've consorted
with the disease.

The fever's upon you, too.

Now, are you going
to let this fool...

He's right... you could be
filling the air with typhoid.

Now, look... you better
make tracks, mister,

'cause we got to protect
the people in this settlement.

I'm not leaving here
without seeing that doctor.

Get out of here before
you contaminate all of us.

Well, why don't you
two brave men shoot?

For there's sickness out there.

The woman and
the child are sick.

You could keep them
out of this community.

But the disease will spread.

It'll get here eventually.
It'll get right here.

A doctor could stop that,

but why don't you
go ahead and shoot?

Get out, I say!

All right.

I'll see to it that
you get a doctor.

Please give her my card.

He's welcome to her.

Take her, and good riddance!

But once she
mixes with the fever,

she ain't welcome back here.

Oh, be careful of that card;

it's crawling with typhoid.

You give it to her yourself.

I will.

Gunfighter, huh?

Only when I have to be.

Now, where's the doctor?

You can see her sign
from right out there.

She's right across the street.

Thank you.

Got enough water?

I think this will be enough.

All right.

Wide is the gate
and broad is the way

that leadeth to destruction.

Let the physicians
heal themselves

before they seek return.

Don't try bringing those
fever patients back here,

you understand?

If we have to bring
them back here, we will.

We've got folks of our own
to protect... children, too...

And we'll shoot you
down, if we have to.

They mean what they say.

So do I.

Now we better rest a while.

You said it was a long ride.

It is.

Well, you never
get there resting.

If we don't rest these horses,
we'll never get there at all.

This should be
ready in a minute.

Good.

You know, you ought to
be sitting on a velvet settee,

fluttering your
eyelashes over a fan.

Oh, no. I've tried that.

It's too easy.

Is that why you studied
medicine, because it's not easy?

Probably.

Thanks.

Why'd you come West?

Isn't it hard enough for a woman
to study medicine in the East?

Well, I guess I'm more
missionary than physician.

Is the food all right?

Mmm! It's fine.

You know, I was the second woman

to graduate from
my medical school.

After me, there
were others, but...

well, it's difficult for us,

but I think we'll
finally be accepted

as something better than freaks.

And you're breaking new
ground for them out here.

I figure that if I can get
these people to accept me,

then maybe they'll accept
other women doctors.

May I remind you that you
were just run out of your home

with guns at your back?

Want some more coffee?

Please.

Thanks.

You're pretty casual about it.

I'm not, really.

This is the second
settlement I've worked in.

I've collected my
share of scar tissue.

Are you planning to go
back to this community?

Well, it's either that

or back to the velvet settees.

I may not be the missionary
or the physician I think I am.

Morning, Doctor.

( sighing)

I should've brought
something for saddle sores.

Where are we?

We're there.

( baby crying)

They're in here.

Anything I can do?

Keep your fingers crossed.

They all right?

Yeah.

The mother is
suffering from exposure,

exhaustion, lack of sleep.

She's going to be
all right, though.

Unless the typhoid hits her.

The baby has typhoid?

Maybe.

Don't you know?

It's too soon to tell yet.

Mulrooney knew the symptoms.

Well, so do I.

A high fever that lasts
for the first few days,

then a rash that
covers the skin,

then delirium and coma
that leads to the crisis.

The baby seems to
have gone about halfway

through the cycle, but whether
she goes beyond this or not,

we can't do anything for
her here, in this wilderness.

I'll hitch those
horses to the wagon.

Now, what about
Mulrooney and Jonas?

They meant what they said
about our not going back there.

So do I.

These people need help
and they're going to get it.

I hope so.

Well, they're waiting for us.

PALADIN: Whoa.

Turn back, Paladin.

The way is closed.

You'll bring no
disease among us.

Stand right there. No closer.

Dr. Thackeray has examined
the woman and the child.

The woman hasn't
a trace of typhoid.

Her child is diseased.

And Clara Benson
took care of her child.

And you and that doctor
consorted with them both.

Dr. Thackeray isn't even
certain that the baby has typhoid.

I'm sure. I saw that child.

The baby needs treatment.

Now, what about it?

Are you people
going to let this man

sentence a woman
and a baby to death?

We'll bring you what
you need, Mr. Paladin,

but you ain't bringing them in.

He's trying to steal your homes!

He's bringing the scourge
of Satan down upon you.

Stop him, I say!

What about it?

Who wants it?

Who wants to preach the
gospel according to Mulrooney?

Jonas? You want it?

You want to keep those people
out of your precious community?

Want to preserve it?

Well, you've got
three fine targets:

two women and a
baby burning with fever.

Here, Jonas, here.

You want it?

You, sir?

You're defying the
will of Mulrooney.

Here, Mulrooney.

You show these
sheep how you practice

the art of righteousness.

But Paladin, they're diseased.

We've got to protect ourselves.

Well, they're not as
diseased as you are.

You may be able to do this.

You may be able to keep
them out of your community,

but you'll carry your sickness
with you wherever you go.

As long as you live,

you'll die every time

you see a baby smile.

Don't you understand?

We got to take care
of our own children.

( baby cries)

Your own children.

Do your children sound
any different than that

when they cry?

If one of your own children

was sick and crying like that,

would you send it out
into the desert to die?!

I... I don't reckon I know.

Well, you ask Mulrooney.

He makes the
decisions around here.

Now, Mulrooney,

I'm going to drive that
wagon into that settlement.

Any of you people need a
doctor, she'll be in her office.

I'm not going to let
you do it, Paladin.

I'm not going to let you
bring disease and pestilence

into our midst.

Get in the back.

I'll keep her quiet.

You know, they're
going to use those guns.

Just keep her down.

Hyah!

Hyah! Move! Hyah!

MULROONEY:
He's the devil himself!

This man was sent from
the very devil himself!

Stop him, I say! Stop him!

Heap coals on his head!

The fires may burn the sins
out of his soul, but stop him!

Stop him!

( horses whinnying)

Still quiet?

It's not quiet enough.

Here, you better
have something to eat.

You'll probably
need the strength.

Thanks.

What does it all mean?

Well, the torches...
Mulrooney's whipping them up

like a witch doctor.

When was the
last time you slept?

I was too young to remember.

( both chuckle)

How's Mrs. Benson?

She'll be all right, soon
as she has some rest.

The baby?

It's too soon to tell yet.

The fever's still pretty high.

Is it typhoid?

We'll know soon.

Maybe too soon.

Well, that's one way to
sterilize a contaminated area.

There's some breakfast inside.

Oh, thanks.

The fever broke last night.

Oh, what does that mean?

It's not typhoid.

It's not typhoid? You sure?

I'm sure.

Go on,

have something to
eat. I'll stay out here.

Call me if Mulrooney
and his friends show up.

All right.

Good to see you up and around.

Is this mine?

Thank you.

I wish I could tell you
how much I appreciate

your doing everything for us.

Please, no gratitude
before breakfast.

I hear your baby's better.

Yes, very much better.

( baby crying)

Well, sounds better.

Mrs. Benson, why is
Mulrooney fighting so hard

to leave you behind?

My husband and I joined
the wagon train in Leadville.

Your husband?

Four days later, he
was killed... Indian raid.

Mr. Mulrooney
said the last rites.

He made a wild,
crazy thing out of it.

Like a fanatic.

I couldn't stand it.

A few weeks later,
around the campfire,

he told the whole wagon train
he was taking me for his bride.

It was Heaven's will to
protect widows, he said.

And he was the chosen messenger.

I ran away from him...

couldn't stand to be near him.

And then my baby got sick.

Paladin!

Paladin! Hurry!

( crowd murmuring)

And they're all
around the place.

On the sides, the
back, everywhere.

All right. Go on in and
take care of the patients.

You may have some more.

Go ahead.

That's far enough, Mulrooney.

Paladin! This is the
torch of truth and justice.

It'll burn away the seeds

that Clara Benson
has spread among us.

It will scourge the disease
from our souls and bodies

and purify our homes once again.

Clara Benson never
had a trace of typhoid

and the doctor says
the baby's out of danger.

O, how thou art fallen
from heaven, O, Lucifer,

to plague us with this
villain's falsehoods.

You forced these people
from their homes, Paladin,

contaminated the
air they breathe,

and now you lie in
the face of judgment.

You fool.

Put down that torch
and call off those rifles.

The path of the just
is the shining light.

Mulrooney, if you touch
that torch to this house

I will empty this gun into you.

The flames of the just
will banish the scourge.

Mr. Mulrooney, that
baby never had typhoid.

Stay where you are.

You've mingled
with filth and disease.

And I know the symptoms.

I saw that baby
crying with fever

and livid with rash.

That rash, Mr. Mulrooney,
was the three-day measles.

The three-day
measles, Mr. Mulrooney,

and you left them out
there to die because of it.

You're lying.

You're trying to humiliate me.

You're trying to belittle me.

Well, then, look at the baby.

The fever's down, the rash has
faded and her eyes are bright.

Go on, look at her.

You can kill people
with hate, Mulrooney,

but not with the
three-day measles.

( screams)

Look out, Paladin!

( woman shrieks)

I had to do it. I
had to warn you.

He turned us against each other.

He taught us nothing but hate...

hate and hate.

Maybe we deserved it.

He has sown the wind,

and he shall reap the whirlwind.

Go on home, Jonas.

The wind has changed.

We have room for you on
our wagon train, Mr. Paladin.

Thank you.

We can take you part
way to San Francisco.

Good. Save me a
soft board to sit on.

( whistles)

Must you leave?

Come with me.

San Francisco
needs a good doctor.

Oh, no, there are too
many velvet settees there.

Anyway, they told
me I'm needed here.

Oh, yeah.

Is there any way
I can thank you?

See me in San Francisco.

Hey, wait a minute.

What are you doing?

You're not going anywhere
for at least three days.

Measles?

Mm-hmm.

I'll get a room ready for you.

JONAS: Hey, Paladin!

The wagons are waiting for you.

Well, I can't go
anyplace; I'm sick.

Sick?!

How'd you get sick?

I don't know.

I'm just lucky, I guess.