 Gun Smoke. Brought to you by LNM, the modern cigarette that lets you get full exciting flavor through the modern miracle of the pure white miracle tip. Live modern. Smoke LNM. Around Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with a U.S. Marshal and the smell of Gun Smoke. Gun Smoke, starring William Conrad, the story of the violence that moved west with young America, and the story of a man who moved with it. I'm that man, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal, the first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancey job, and it makes a man watchful, and a little lonely. I want to talk to you, Matt, if I ever get this compounded team to stop. Whoa! I've been that buggy doc and you're just being took. Oh, this blasted team. They got miles of solid iron. They're probably trying to run away from that squeaky wheel. You know, Grace, that thing, you're going to twist off a spindle one of these days. It'll last as long as I will. Who'll say Matt, huh? I just drove in from metal flats. Huh? Well, every man to his own pleasure. It wasn't pleasure, Con Fonnet, and I got something that'll wipe that grin off your face, too. That's all? Yes. Burke Reese and that only boy he is. They've been kicking up the heels again. Where are they after this time? Pezzie Neller and his wife. They've got that homestead, you know, next to the Reese's. Yeah, I know the place. What happened? Well, it seems Burke Reese and his boy kind of who-rod him a little bit last night. They burnt one of Pezzie's chicken houses and fired off a few shots, and Pezzie's acting real funny about it. How do you mean? Well, he didn't want me to say anything about it. He claims he doesn't want any trouble. Doc with Burke Reese after him, he's already got trouble. Hello, Pezzie, Mr. Dillon. Scratching around the asses there. Uh-huh. Morning, Pezzie. Hi, Mr. Neller. Get down and set a spell. Oh, thank you. Hora's got some coffee on. Be ready directly. Oh, fine. We could do some. Well, it looks like you might have had a little trouble out here last night, Pezzie. What about Marshall? Well, that chicken house burnt right down to the ground. Oh, yeah, yeah, but the sudden ain't hurt much. He no chore to fix it up. Loads many chickens. Oh, but it doesn't, I reckon. Got most of them out, too. You're mighty lucky. Yeah, sir, that's just the way I look at it, Marshall. Marry me lucky. It's a downright horror and shame, if you ask me. Pezzie, I understand there were some shots fired last night. Look, Marshall, you hadn't ought to road clear out here, just on account of this little go-around, while I did them out to hail of beams. You're a patient man, Pezzie. Just can't have had trouble, I guess. Never could, for some reason. I bet the Reese's don't feel the same way. Isn't that who it was, Burke Reese and that bully in the son of his, Spike? Well, I just wouldn't really know for sure. It was off of dark last night, Marshall. There was two fellas on horseback. That's all I could tell. Uh-huh. You been bothered before? Oh, a couple of nights this week. Might be the same two fellas. Might not. Hard to say. What'd they do? Oh, just galloped around the house a couple of times shooting off the guns. Didn't do no harm, much, though. Has Burke Reese been trying to buy you off, has he? Well, he did make me an offer last week. Only about a third of what the place had worth, though. Anyhow, I ain't aiming to sell. Neither was Ed Talmich. He had the homestead North of Reese, remember? Yes, I remember. A Reese bought that place for about a third of what it was worth, Pezzie. From Ed's widow. You know, I never could figure who Dragosh did that night. Look, Pezzie, if you'll sign a complaint, I'll have both of Reese's locked up inside an hour. Well, to no good, Marshall. It is dark. I couldn't swear in court, it was them. You know what'll happen. You don't even pack a gun, Pezzie. Guns just lead trouble, Marshall. I'm a mild sort of man, I reckon. And a believer in nature. Like with their herd of cattle. Storm comes up, they just turn their tail to the wind and wait it out. Man can learn a whole lot from animals. Sure he can, Pezzie. But Burke Reese learned his from a mountain lion. Free yourself of old-fashioned ideas. Why don't you live modern? Free up, freshen up your taste. Smoke and L&M. Live modern. Smoke modern. Smoke L&M. Enjoy full, exciting flavor through L&M's pure white miracle tip. L&M draws easier. Taste richer. Smokes cleaner. That's why today more people are changing to L&M and to any other cigarette. So free up, freshen up your taste. Live modern. Change to L&M. Make today your big red letter day and start to live the modern way. Live, live, live modern. Smoke and L&M. It's America's fastest growing cigarette. I declare Mr. Dillon, the long branch ain't never had this big a Saturday afternoon before. Quite a crowd in town, all right. I don't even think we can get up the bar. Oh, like edge along the side here. Well, maybe I can do it empty, but it sure gonna be a tight squeeze reaching out full of beer. You get that full, Chester, and I'll leave you here. Oh, yeah. Imagine you in here in daylight. Chester needed a beer, kitty. Oh, he brought you along the chaperone, huh? Well, I got a hunch he brought me along to pay for it. How you about it? No complaints. Look at this crowd. Do you ever see such a mob? Yeah, from the looks of things, the fights will be starting even before dark. Yeah. Uh, wanna have a beer with us? No, thanks. It's too early for me. But if you're around about 3 a.m., I'll have some supper with you. Sounds good. Try to make it. Mm-hmm. Well, you seem happy enough. That's old Bert Grease, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, and Spike along with it. Now, there's a pair that's due for hanging. They're over, no kidding. Well, how do you there, Marshal? Might be nice to find you on the job. Ain't that right, Spike, huh? You know, I can usually find some good in anybody, but those two, especially after they murdered Ed Talmadge last year. There was no evidence, kitty. No witnesses. Oh, all right, Matt. But everybody knew they did it. Yeah, but the law has to go on proof or it stops being the law. But people are afraid of them, Matt. They're afraid even to go into court and tell what they know. Matt! Matt, come here! Uh, just a minute, Doc. Come on, trust him. Let's see what he wants. Um, I'll talk to you later, kitty. Don't forget, Matt, supper at three. Yeah. Out there in the street, Matt, some folks got themselves in a peck of trouble. Oh-ho. A pezzy kneller and his missus. When they come out of Jonas' store and started to drive off, the team pulled the front axle out from under the wagon. Let the whole bed drop right down into the street. I see. Uh, look, uh, you better stay here, Doc. Uh, excuse me. Would you let me throw it here, please? Excuse me. Excuse me, please. Yeah. Oh, yeah! Ho, ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho! Looks like you had a little trouble there, pezzy. Oh. Oh, hello, Marshall. Yeah, I reckon the kingpin must fell out. Kingpins don't fall out, pezzy. They fit in from the top. Hmm. It gets to do with that. Well, and it must have bounced up and fell out over the top somehow. Do you see Burke Reese take that pen out? No, sir can't say it did, Marshall. Me and Cora was inside the store there. All right. What about the rest of you? Any of you see Burke Reese or anybody else pulling around this wagon? Not one of you saw a thing, huh? Don't bother about it, Marshall. We just lost little flowers all. About all we bought, in fact. Stepped a roll of heavy wire for a clothesline. Of course, it wouldn't hurt, man. You all right, Miss Miller? It ain't nothing, Marshall. Just cut my mouth a little. You better let Doc take a look at it. Oh, the bleeding's pertinous stuff. Reckon I bumped it on the kickboard when I got thrown out. Pezzy, if you don't care about yourself, you might think about your wife here. Now don't you go plaguing him, Marshall. Pezzy's been taking care of me for a good lot of years now. Then you ought to keep on doing it, ma'am. Pezzy's got his principles, Marshall. And I respect him for them. He's a mild man, and he can't abide violence. All right. All right. Some of you men give him a hand there, will you? Come on, Chester. Well, you sure can't help him much when he won't lift a hand to help himself. There's one way I can, Chester. I don't like doing it, but somebody's got to. What's that? I'm gonna show Burke Reese up for the coward that he is. Do yourself old-fashioned ideas. Why don't you live modern? Free up. Fresh it up your taste. Smoking L&M. Only the modern miracle of the pure white miracle tip can bring all of L&M's full, exciting flavor through to you. And that's the big reason why today more people are changing to L&M than to any other cigarette. Remember, L&M draws the taste richer. Smokes cleaner. So live modern. Change to L&M. Make today your big red letter day and start to live the modern way. Live, live, live modern. Smoking L&M. It's America's fastest growing cigarette. All right, Chester, you move on down there by the end of the bar. Just keep them off my back, that's all. All right, sir. Thank you for watching, Mr. Dillon. They can be awful. There's trouble out there, Matt. I didn't hear any shooting. Later, kitty. Right now, you better stay clear. Matt, where are you going? The young man's getting up a little game. You'd like to sit in, would you? Grace, you're a filthy murderer and coward. Now, you've got no call to talk like that. You shot Ed Talmadge in the back last year so you could buy out his homestead. That's all? Now, you're after Pessie Nuller. You shot up his place a couple of times and burnt one of his buildings. Pessie, say all that, did he? Pessie's not one to stick up for his right so somebody's got to do it for him. Grace, I just called you a rotten coward. Hold it, Spike. That's just what he's trying to get us to do. It won't work, Marshall. I ain't going to draw on you. Kersner, you're too yellow, both of you. Except for the man like Pessie Nuller who doesn't wear a gun. I ain't drawn, Marshall. Didn't you hear me, Burke? I called you a lying coward. I'm sitting right here. No, you're not. Now get up on your feet. Get up! I know you, Marshall. You'd never shoot a man down cold. Spike, reach over slow. Then buckle my gun. You touch that belt, Spike, and I'll blast you out of your chair. All right, leave it, Spike. But I still ain't making no move. No, maybe this will do it. All right, what about it, Grace? I'm staying right here on the floor, Marshall. You set tight, Spike. I told you, Marshall, no matter what you do, I ain't going to draw on you. You're a smart one, Grace. You're smart just like a rattlesnake. Now you get up and get out of here. Get out both of you before I kick you to death. You act like that before. Yeah, I'm not kidding. Not that I blame you. I know they wouldn't draw. I just wanted to show them up for the courage they are. Now, I'm afraid there's only one more thing I can do for Pessie Nuller. What's that matter? Nattenda's funeral. Oh, Chester, this is the worst coffee I ever tasted. I broke better in barman fluid. Well, you kept your mouth shut, Doc, after you'd swallowed three whole cups. Well, no wonder my throat was still paralyzed from the first swallow. There's a lot of sass for being paralyzed in the neck. Do you want some more, Mr. Dunn? Oh, not right now, Chester. And by the time you complain about it, Doc, put an over here first thing when you wake up. It's a trial by torture, Chester. If I can live through Chester's coffee, I can face anything the day brings. Well, forever, more when you know. What is it, Chester? Pessie Nuller, coming down the street there in his wagon. No. Well, Matt, how do you figure a man like that? He doesn't want any trouble, he says. He can't abide violence. He don't even realize he's unbarred time. I guess not, Doc. All he was worrying about yesterday afternoon was getting back home and putting up a clothesline with a missus. Just a couple of babes in a forest of wolves. He stopped right out in front here, Mr. Dunn. Marshall! Let's see what he wants. Morning, Pessie. You're up early, aren't you? I reckon I am at that, Marshall. Oh, hello, Doc. I'm glad to find you here. Is that something wrong? Well, in a way, I guess there is, Marshall. How did Lex stand out to our place during the night? Axon. Who? Well, I reckon you better take a look there in the wagon bed. Just throw back the cover. All right. Give me a hand here, sir. All right, Doc. I'm sorry to have this happen, Marshall, but it was just one of them things that couldn't be helped, I reckon. Mr. Dunn, it's the Reese's. What? They're dead, Matt. Both of them. Their necks have been broken. There's marks across their throats. It's like they've been hanged. Yes, sir. That's exactly what I said to Cora this morning when we found him laying there. It looked like they'd been hanged, what I said. I'm not aware of that. What happened? Well, sir, me and Cora woke up last night and heard some shooting, and Cora unliked them other times. Yeah. Only it stopped all of a sudden, and the horses galloped off, so we went back to sleep. This morning when I come out, I found these two laying right there in the chicken yard that are in doorneels. Now, go on. Then I figured, was that dog on clothesline, Marshall? I put it up good and solid, because Cora always hates to have a wash get down in dirt. And I reckon these two just didn't see it in the dark, did we? They rode right into it. Man's got a number 20 riggin' cable hooked under his chin and a galloping horse stretching his feet in the stirrups. Well, sure don't do his neck no good. Nah, sure doesn't. Well, uh, you better take him down to the undertakers. Yeah, all right. I'll ride along with you, Pussy. Might as well end my feet. Yeah, sure sorry to put you fellas out this way, but man can't be expected to go around warring all his neighbors every time he puts up a new clothesline. Ah, I guess not, Pussy. With that, I got changed during the thing when to get back home. Put it foot and a half too high for some poor reason. The cork can't even reach it. Come on, get back. Stop the intercease, Marshall. Whenever you're out, are we? Yeah. Yeah, well, Pussy. Well, Chester, never sell a mild man short. You said them Reese's was overdue for hanging, didn't you, John? Yeah, they sure not overdue anymore. In a moment, our star, William Conrad. We laugh at Humpty Dumpty's tumble. We roar at the comedian who slips on a banana peel. But the unfunny fact is that almost 14,000 Americans died from falls in their own homes. Why did they fall? Silly little reasons mostly. There was a toy on the stairs that they didn't see. There was that loose board on the porch they'd always meant to fix. Or maybe the scatter rugs scattered at the wrong moment. Or they climbed on a chair to straighten the drapes. It seemed so important at the time. Home accidents are second only to those on the highways and the terrible mortality they cause. And falls account for almost half of home accidents. Look around your house today and see that the causes of falls are removed wherever possible. That floors and stairs are in good repair and well-lighted. That obstructions are removed and carpets secured. See that a slick wax job doesn't slide you into the hospital. Have a proper stepladder and use it instead of climbing on unsteady furniture. It's so simple to prevent accidents. So tragic to face their consequences. Check your home for fall traps today. And now, William Conrad. You know on the frontier there was usually plenty of fresh meat to be had. Antelope, venison, buffalo, prairie chicken. And yet next week a man dies because of one small yearling calf. And that was the Wes. Gun smoke. Produced and directed by Norman McDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal. The story was specially written for gun smoke by Les Crutchfield with editorial supervision by John Mester. The music was composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Ray Kemper and Tom Hanley. Featured in the cast were Ralph Moody, John Daener and Helen Cleve. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNeer is Doc and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Join us again next week for another story on gun smoke.