MATT AND CHESTER ARE TAKING IT EASY IN THE JAIL HOUSE ON A QUIET SUNDAY MORNING.

You know, Mr. Dillon, I have been reading in the papers about this German person who has invented this kind of gas-filled bag that can fly people around in the sky.

Say what?

Apparently the man has built a prototype of this thing and it works!

What are you talking about, Chester?

It's a new type of thing that, when you put some stuff called hy-dro-gen air in it, it begins to rise up. I think they call this thing a, Zep-ple-in.

What is this?

I don't know anything but what I read, but this sounds like something we might ought to try to get.

Now, why would we need anything like that?

Ah, how about getting the drop on horse thieves or bank robbers before they can act?!

Before they can act?

(beat)

Chester, how would we know they were bank robbers before they rob a bank?

Well, then, how about a way to see the stage coming before it gets here?

The stage gets here; it doesn't get here. Who cares?

Yeah, but supposin' we know there's a big gold shipment on the stage and it is late? Huh? How 'bout that?

Hmm, maybe you've got something.

JUST THEN, DOC ADAMS COMES IN THE JAILHOUSE JUST TO VISIT.

Hi Doc. What brings you here on a Sunday morning? I thought you said today was your busy day.

Well, it would have been except for one thing.

What's that?

Nobody got sick! Bada bing!

(Doc chuckles.)

Well, Chester is worked up about a - What was it, Chester?

A zep-ple-in. I think we ought to get one.

What in tarnation is a zep-ple-in?

It's a gas bag that files. I think.

(begins to smile)

Except for the flying part, it's like you, Doc! Bada bing!

(ignoring Chester)

Matt, what in the world is your man here talking about?

What's with the bada bings?

(beat)

I don't know, Doc. He says some German person has invented something that flies when it is filled with some special type of gas. Hy- something.

That gas wasn't hydrogen, was it?

Doc, as a matter of fact, it did say hy-dro-gen. What is that, anyway?

Some medicine salesman sent me some powder which, he says, when mixed with this other liquid he also sent, will produce hydrogen. He claimed it is the lightest gas there is.

(laughing)

That salesman said he once pumped up a dead cat with that gas, the cat started to rise and he ain't seen it since!

(laughing harder)

Well, it all makes sense now!

(beat)

Doc, how's about just letting me have those things so I can see what I can do about getting us some of that hy-dro-gen gas made.

Chester, what would you do with the hy-dro-gen if you got it made? You don't have a - What was it called?

A zep-ple-in.

So, who's gonna make the zep-ple-in for you?

Well, I've got to do some more studying on this zep-ple-in thing to see what it really is.

(beat)

So, Doc, if I can figure out how to make even a small zep-ple-in, can we try to make some of the hy-dro-gen gas to fill it with?

I don't care.

CHESTER SCURRIES OUT OF THE JAIL TOWARD THE DODGE CITY LIBRARY TO SEE IF HE CAN FIND OUT ANY MORE ABOUT THE CONSTRUCTION OF A ZEPPELIN.

Matt, seems like Chester is about one brick shy of a load these days. If you need to replace him, I know this other man who would make a good deputy. Name is Henry McCarty. They call him, "The Kid". I once removed several bullets from his throat and he owes me, big time!

Not Billy the Kid!

I don't know. Wouldn't he be called Henry the Kid?

Oh yeah. I guess. But, how does he owe you?

He didn't have enough non-counterfeit bills on him at the time.

Oh.

(beat)

Well, I guess I ought to give Chester a time to strike out on the zep-ple-in notion before I let him go. Tell your guy to wait a couple of weeks until I get rid of Chester or he blows himself up shaking up that hy-dro-gen mixture.

(shaking his head)

A flying gas bag!

Matt, have you ever actually seen a German inventor? Not a pretty sight.

A German who?