“How does he always
come up with these crowd-pleasing titles?”
Early in my half-hour-comedy-writing career, I pitched, had
approved, and then wrote an idea for an episode of Taxi, entitled, “Nardo Loses Her Marbles.”
I had uncovered a troubling flaw in the character’s construction. Here’s Elaine Nardo, driving a taxi at night,
raising two children alone, and working in an art gallery during the day. Suddenly, I wondered,
“When the heck does she sleep?”
Add up the hours.
There is no time for “Night, night.”
I had to write about that, the idea staring me right in the
face, having eluded my bosses, who were more interested in stories not exposing the screaming implausibilities
in their character’s “lifestyles.”
I was reminded of that – from which our catchy title derives
– “conceptual loophole”, watching a rerun episode of Gunsmoke – I am telling you, there is nothing on television! – in which they explore the previously
ignored question,
“What do Matt and Kitty actually mean to each other?”
It’s weird. You knew
there was something between them, but
that’s as far as it went, heir tacit arrangement mirroring the one in Kazuo
Ishiguro’s Remains of the Day, where
two household “domestics” feel a genuine affection for each other which is
never outwardly expressed. I would not
be surprised if Ishiguro got the idea for his novel from the situation on Gunsmoke.
(READ LIKE A DEVIOUS JON LOVITZ) “Yeah, that’s
where he got it. I’m certain of it!”
It wasn’t exactly an “emotional wasteland.” There were so many “Be careful, Matts” over
the years, it was a regular comedy-sketch catchphrase. There were also plenty of hugs between them –
after he saved her from dying – but that’s nothing. If he saved me from dying, I’d hug him. And we’re not even that close.
Then suddenly, comes this atypical episode, facing the heart
of their fictional relationship head-on.
Episode Logline: “While
Matt is out of town, putting lawman business ahead of Kitty once again…”
That’s what the story’s about. Feeling endlessly neglected and taken for
granted, Kitty Russell, owner of the Long
Branch Saloon, blows her stack, rides onto the prairie, and cries.
Finding a badly injured stranger out there, she eventually
gets him to town, overseeing his recovery.
Soon, they’re a couple, Kitty finding her new beau gently attentive and kind,
treating her like a woman, rather than someone to count on for a free beer on a
hot day.
Their warming relationship, arguably a “rebound” reaction,
follows Matt’s – you will pardon the expression – firmly “laying down the law.”
“Kitty”, explains Matt, minus compassion or empathy, “I’ve
got a job, and I’ve gotta do it. I wish
I could change, but I can’t. I guess
that’s just the way it is.”
Fine, so she finds a new guy. Unfortunately, his caring demeanor covers a chilling
possessiveness, which – because the show knows “where the money is” – leads to
Matt’s gunning him down, when he tries to kill Kitty.
In a post-shootout “follow-up”, Matt suggests that they later
have dinner together, and Kitty amiably agrees.
Stopping his exit, Kitty softly calls, “Matt?”
Matt turns back to face her. Seeing she cannot find the words, Matt
replies, “I know, Kitty”, and leaves.
Then they go for the “clincher.”
Alone with the saloon’s bartender, when he says, referring
to Matt Dillon, “He’s an awful good man to have around, Miss Kitty,” Kitty
glowingly replies,
“He’s the best!”
Are you tearing up yet?
I am.
This episode aired during the eighth year of Gunsmoke’s ultimate twenty-year run.
The matter was never mentioned again.
But, as with Elaine’s sleep-questioning issue, they at least
tackled it once.
Sparking an approving writerly nod, for facing the unspoken
“elephant in the room.”
Now, if there were only a show explaining how Chester
developed his limp…
I guess that was asking too much.
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