 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 the 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 chance, a job that makes a man watchful and a little lonely. Paul, I've been there twice since we come here. What kept you? Well, I stopped off. In one of them saloons? You know I ain't never been in one of them places, Paul. You go in one, you just keep right on, riding through town and don't ever bother to come back home. I know, Paul. So what kept you? Well, there was one of their medicine shows, Paul. A fellow with a magic eye and a pretty girl. You were supposed to ride right home. Well, I was thinking on you, Paul, with them pains in your back. This elixir some fellow was talking about, it would have fixed you up real good. You didn't buy none. Well, you know I didn't have no money for it, Paul. That's a good thing. Oh, they were selling a lot of it, and folks was drinking it down right there. You could see right away that they was feeling better. Did you get what you went for? Oh, sure, Paul. I fetched the paper from the lawyer fellow and about buying this place. And I fetched the mail, too. Mail? Who would be writing? It's from Jim. He must have found out we'd moved here. You must want something pretty bad. He's coming through this way. He wants to stop and stay a spell. He ain't welcome. Jim's your boy, same as me. I'm not anymore, he ain't. Well, you ain't seen him in three years. That was his doing, not mine. Him and his fancy manners and his fancy women. He didn't belong around his home no more. What? I'd kind of like to see Jim again, Paul. Well, you ain't going to do it. Your brother's gone bad, Roof. Me, fancy bad. He didn't come when your ma lay dying, and he ain't coming here whilst I live. Now, you got that straight. Yes, Paul. All right then. Come help me with this stock and try to do something right for once. I'll play more coffee, Sheriff. You'd like another cup of it. Oh, this'll do nicely, thank you, Chester. Wouldn't be no trouble. It's all hot and everything. Oh, no thanks. Oh, hello, Blair. I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I've been extending to him the courtesies of your office, Mr. John. You've been one? Give me some coffee. I don't know if that was a courtesy or not. How's that? It's all right, Chester. Matter of fact, I'll have some myself. Oh, sure. Ah, something on your mind, Blair, besides that cup of coffee? Here, Matt, there is. I'm after a man I'd like you to keep a lookout for. I think he may pass through here in his way from Texas. Oh? Name's Waddell. Jim Waddell. Here's your coffee, Mr. John. Oh, thanks, Chester. Ah, what's he done? Just about everything, but I want him for murder. You got a circular on him? No, there isn't one out yet. How's it look like? He doesn't look like the kind of gets in trouble. He's a slick one. Never carries a gun, dresses like a dude. Does he act like one? Yeah. He's a soft-spoken fella, fancy-mannered, especially with the ladies. Well, he shouldn't be too hard to spot if he comes through a place like Dodge. Maybe not, but I'd be careful with him. No? He likes to do his killing with a knife, and he don't care much whether it's a man or a woman. I'll keep an eye out for him, Blair. If you spot him, will you lock him up till I can come get him? Yeah, I'll let you know if I do. Just look at that. Look at what? The plate full of leftovers. They serve you for stew. I don't know, Kelly. Tastes pretty good to me. Everything tastes good to you. Well, food's food, you know. Not the trouble with this town. What, the food? The food and everything in it including the people. Ah. Has somebody been giving you trouble? Oh, no. Didn't anybody in particular? It's just everybody. That's taken in a lot of territory, isn't it? Sometimes I think if I see another drunken cowboy, I'll scream. Your saloon makes a lot of money off a drunken cowboy's kitty. Yeah, but I don't have to like it. Maybe not. There are a lot of other people in town. Yeah. They're either blown dry by the prairie or trying so hard to scrabble for money they never look up. You're in a mood for fair, aren't you? I guess I am. Sometimes I just get sick of it all. Well, I sort of admit that the dodge isn't the prettiest place I've ever seen. Well, the people aren't very pretty either. Oh, come on, Kelly. Have some more coffee. It'll make you feel better. No, thanks. You have some. I think I'll go on. You sure? Yeah, I'm sure. Uh, you want me to come along with you? No, thanks. I'll go on alone. See you later. All right, kitty. Thanks for the dinner. Oh, hello, Miss Kitty. Hello. Thank you for it. You could at least look where you're going. Did I hurt you, ma'am? No, no, you didn't hurt me. I certainly am relieved to hear that. My purse. I'll get it. Here you are, ma'am. And if there's any damage, I'll be glad to buy you a new one. Well, no, it doesn't really hurt. You'll be sure now who was right clumsy at me bumping into a lady like that. Well, it could happen to anyone. You're a new one, Dodge, aren't you? Why, yes, ma'am. Jack Norman at your service. Well, I don't know where you came from, Mr. Norman, but you sure don't act like the men around this town. They'd bump into you without even noticing. I find it hard to believe anyone wouldn't notice you, ma'am. No, sir, Mr. Norman, you don't act like anybody, I know. Two beers. Ah, it's my turn to buy, Mr. Dillon. All right, Chester, get your money up. I got it, all right? Here. You know, you're a real sport, Chester. Oh, no, no, it ain't nothing. Here you are. All right, son. All right, declare, Mr. Dillon, a hot day, a glass of beer, tastes almost as good as a cup of my coffee. Yeah. That was a sort of a joke, Mr. Dillon. That what? That's a nice fellow, any of that Miss Kitty's having a drink with. Yeah, it seems all right. Sure do, I'd like to have her sitting down at his table. Kitty sells a lot of drinks that way. Expect your, uh, look, she's coming over here. Yeah. She'll lose money on us, Chester. I reckon she will. I ain't got no more to spend. Well, hello, Miss Kitty. Hello, Chester, Matt. Hi, Kitty. You boys want to sit down? No, thanks, Kitty. I gotta be getting back, and, uh, Chester's out of money. Well, sounds like I'm wasting my time. Is your friend that Mr. Norman gonna be in town for long? Oh, I don't know, Chester. He's having pretty good luck at that poker game over there. He may not be in any hurry. See, they just dealt him in again. Yeah, hope he has good luck. He's in with a tough bunch. Oh, he can handle himself. Hey, look, they're fighting. Yeah. Come on. Keep going. All right, hang on. That's enough. That's enough. Hold on. All right. Just stand and see, Mark. Now, I ain't the one to grab hold of, Marshall. He's the one that pulled the knife. Norman? Yes, sir. He sure did. All right, what about that, Norman? The man has to protect his interest, Marshall. It was a crooked deal. He's nothing dirtier than a knife fighter. I'll take your knife. That won't be necessary, Marshall. I won't hurt him. I said I'll take the knife. I don't think... No. That's better. Now, do you always carry a knife, Norman? I don't like guns, Marshall Dillon. I see. You've been in Texas lately? Yes, I have. I'm on my way from there now. Now, where are you headed? Well, I haven't made up my mind. Just sort of going from town to town, taking it as it comes. With your knife handy, huh? Well, now, Marshall, a man has to protect himself. Have you ever killed anybody with that knife? It was necessary once, Marshall. Like I said, a man needs protection. Yeah. Oh, so does the law. How's that? I'm gonna lock you up for a couple of days. For getting into a fight? I didn't hurt anybody. Move. Matt? Yeah? Would you be a little hasty? Maybe, but I'm gonna hold him until I hear from Blair. I don't think Jack's a killer. I don't know whether he is or not yet. I'm still gonna lock him up. You've got no right to do this, Marshall. You can argue about that, Jane. You're making a big mistake. If I am, I'm sure I'll hear about it. I'm sure you will, too. All right, come on, Chester. Let's get him out of here. Was there a telegram for him, Mr. Dillon? Uh-huh. Does Sheriff Blair think he's the right fella? Yeah, everything matches up with his name. Well, it could seem that easy, no? Yeah. I know one thing. I'll be glad to be rid of him one way or the other. He seems quiet enough when I'm around, Chester. Is he causing you trouble? Well, it ain't what he does, Mr. Dillon. It ain't even what he says. It's more the way he says it. He's a smooth talker, all right. More like a smart act, in my way, I think. Ah. Ah, hello, Kitty. Hello, Kitty. Did you find out anything about Jack Norman? Uh, yeah. Mr. Dillon just got a telegraph about him. Sheriff claims he's the right one, all right. Well, at the about time, he came and made certain, isn't it? Well, he can't start for a day or two. He's got something to tend to and wish it to. So Norman sits in jail while Sheriff Blair takes his time. Well, Kitty, there isn't anything I can do about it. Maybe not that you had to arrest him in the first place. Yeah. Come on, Chester. Poor Kitty takes over my office. Sometimes I think I could do a better job of it. Why? Well, ain't she kindly all pissed up, ain't she? I mean about that fellow Norman being put in jail. Chester, don't try to figure out women. Well, there's nothing wrong with your appetite. I can say that. That's the marshal to step back here, will you? Well now, Mr. Dillon is a busy man, tending to his job. And I'm part of his job. Go on, tell him I want to see him. Well, well... Mr. Dillon? Yeah, Chester? He wants to see you. I'll take the tray back. You got something to say to me? Yes, Marshal, I do. I think it's about time we were honest with each other. All right. I just want you to know I understand how you marshals have to operate. That's so. You hear about a crime, then you have to arrest somebody, anybody to make a show of doing your job. That's the way you figure it, huh? That's the way it is. Well, I can see how you have to do these things, but... don't you think it's about time to let me go now? No, I don't. There's a shred of evidence against me. Matt? Oh, Matt? Uh, back here, Doc. Matt, the reed boy just rode into town for me. He says there's been a terrible ruckus out at the Waddell Place. Waddell? There are those new folks out west of town. The old man's been hurt bad, stabbed down the stand. I thought maybe you'd want to ride out with me. Yeah, yeah, Doc, I do. Come on. You got the water. Pour some into that pan, will you, Matt? Sure, Doc. Just hold his head up a little. Uh-huh. Easy? Easy now, man. We'll fix it. Who did this, Waddell? Can you tell me who did it? I should have known. I never thought that... me, his own Paul... Will you tell me about it? Jim, my boy, he wanted to hide here in the house. And you wouldn't let him? We ain't got much, Marshall, but we abide by the law. I told him to go. Then what happened? He was trying to get in the door, and I wouldn't let him. He cut me, knifeed his own Paul. Where did he go, Mr. Waddell? He made Roof go with him. Poor, slow Roof. Jim will kill him, Marshall. Can you tell me where he went? Just try and tell me that. I'm not sure. He loaded horses with supplies, and he could have doubled back toward Texas. All right, we'll find it. Don't want no harm to come to Roof. He ain't bright. Good boy. And Jim will kill him. Well, maybe I can stop that, Mr. Waddell. That's why I don't understand why this Jim took his brother along with him. You think he'd have finished him off long this fall? Well, he figures to use him some way, Chester. Well, maybe, but you'd think that anyhow... Never mind, Chester. Just keep your eye on that shack up ahead. You think it might be up there? It might be anywhere. Leave the horses behind these rocks, and bring your rifle. I will head for the side. Get down. Just stay low. Get any closer. It's Marshall, Waddell. There are two of us. You have a better chance if you give yourself up. Yes, Marshall. We can wait you out, Waddell. He's opening the door. There are two of us. Don't he stand there without no gun or nothing? That's the other one. Waddell, your brother's an innocent man. No use letting him get hurt. Hey, Marshall, Roof won't get hurt as long as you let me move freely. You understand? It won't work, Waddell. Be your fault if it doesn't. I'm moving out of here now. Roof in front of me. I'm coming for your horses. You make any move, I'll have to shoot Roof. You'll do it too, Mr. Dondard. Don't shoot, Chester. Glad to see you have good judgment, Marshall. You just walk steady, Roof. Cover me, Chester. Don't come any closer, Marshall. Mr. Dillon, I didn't mean to kill him. Sorry, Chester, you're that fine. Get your canteen. Yes, sir. Jim. Your brother's dead, Roof. We didn't have much choice. I know that Marshall, Pa, has Pa. He has a chance. You tell him. Tell him what? You tell him, adopt him. Sure, Roof, sure. I'd done much for Pa, but he thought was right. But you tell him. You tell him I stopped Jim. Well, that was right, Marshall, wasn't it? That was right, Roof. Well, you tell Pa. All right, Norman, you can go. About time. I, uh... I'm sorry I was wrong about you. I know. I know you're sorry, but I've been sitting in his cell for a week. Wasted a lot of my time. Oh, don't let me waste any more of it, then. You gotta figure a small town lawman doesn't know any better. All right, go on. Get out of here. My pleasure. My pleasure, Marshall. Oh, God on him, Mr. Dillon. He didn't have no right to talk to you like that. I don't know, Chester. I can't blame him too much. He was right about one thing. I locked up the wrong man. Well, maybe you did, but you got the right man too, didn't you? Yeah. Well, there's brother's help, I got him. People's a bunch of smart, Alex. They ain't got no notion of what it takes to be a lawman tracking and trailing and risking life and land for folks that don't appreciate it and half the time don't even deserve it. They make me sick. That's what they do. Dog on them. Mr. Dillon, Mr. Dillon, I'd be proud to buy you a beer. Oh, thank you, Chester. I'd like that. I like that a lot. What's near is Doc and Georgia Alice's Kitty. This is George Walsh inviting you to join us again next week when CBS Radio presents another story of the Western Frontier. When Matt Dillon, Chester Proudfoot, Doc and Kitty, together with all the other hard-living citizens of Dodge, will be with you once more. It's America growing west in the 1870s. It's Gunsmoke.