 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, the 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. More coffee, Marshal? Uh, yes, ma'am, I guess so. How about you, Chester? Yes, sir. I believe I will. Why don't you just leave the coffee pot right here on the table, Miss Kelly? Sure thing, Marshal. I got some fresh eggs this morning if you're interested. They were just brought in. Fresh eggs? Oh, good. Why don't you cook us up about a half a dozen, huh? I'll have them for you right away. I swear if Dillon Monica doesn't get to be by his fancy, he'll send them to Kansas City residents. That's civilization, Chester. Progress. Another five years in Dodge City will be tamed, curried, and bridled. See and believe, Mr. Dillon. You'll see it. We'll both see it, as though we live that long. I beg your pardon, gentlemen. Yeah, you the Marshal here? That's right. I'm sorry to bother you at your breakfast, Marshal. My name is Hunter. Ed Hunter. I'm a deputy sheriff from Richmond, Virginia. Came in on the train this morning. I see. Won't you pull up a chair, Miss Hunter? Oh, thank you, sir. This is my first trip to the front here. I find it a rather remarkable experience. I imagine. Oh, that's my assistant, Chester Bradford. How are you, sir? Would you like to have some coffee? Thank you. No, no. Marshal, I've come out here to arrest two men who are wanted in Virginia. Here are the warrants and the orders of extradition. I stopped off in Topeka for them. And John Allison, Calvin Moore. They're both wanted for murder, huh? Do you know these men, Mr. Hunter? No, sir. I don't. The names aren't for murder to me. I never heard of them. Well, I have some information that might help. Not much on Allison, I'm afraid. He shot and killed a bank teller in Greenbrier last spring. He's about 30 years old. Dark hair and mustache, medium build. Excellent horseman, confirmed gambler. Fine. That narrows it down to about two-thirds of the men in Duds. Possibly I'd do a bit better, regard to the other man, Calvin Moore. He came down to Richmond from the north. He was about 33 at the time. He ambushed and shot young Roger Borogat and left town. Now, that was 19 years ago. Borogat family been trying to trace him ever since. Well, I'm afraid that I haven't... I have a picture of this Moa photograph. Oh? Yeah. Because he's much younger than this. What is it, monster? Something familiar about the picture? 19 years. He'd be somewhere past 50 now. You sure these men are here in Dodge, Mr. Hunter? Reasonably so. Is there something about the photograph? Well, it was too blurred to tell much about it. And besides, he'd be 19 years older now. Oh, that's true. I tell you what, Mr. Hunter, why don't you leave me this picture in the descriptions and I'll check around town and keep in touch with you. All right, thank you, sir. And I wonder, could you suggest a good hotel? Yeah, why don't you try the Dodge House? It's a corner of Railroad Avenue at the east end of the plaza. Tell Mr. Dobby I sent you. Thank you again, Marshal. I'm grateful for any help you can give me in this matter. Sure. So long. You want to see the photograph, Chester? Yes, sir. Oh, Mr. Nelnet? That's... Yeah. What are you going to do? I don't know, Chester. He's my friend. But now the law says he's a murderer. And I'm part of the law. Maybe it ain't him, Mr. John. No, it's him all right, Chester. You saw it the same as I did. It's Doc. Work, work, work. Yeah, this is the first chance I've had this week to clean a few instruments properly. Gunshot wounds. Mad-eyed lay odds on the only doctor in the United States who makes three-fourths of his living off a gunshot wound. That's a rough country, Doc. Maybe you ought to have stayed back east, huh? Broken bones and babies and gunshot wounds. Well, I wouldn't know the first thing about a good civilized case of gout anymore. What part of the east did you come from, Doc? I went to medical school in Boston. I studied consumption and colic, liver complaints. Never had a case of liver complaint in all the time I'd been out here. No. I guess that kind of thing is more common, down soft, around the Richmond, Virginia, for instance. Stop beating around the bush. You've got something on your mind and it's bothering you. A deputy sheriff from Virginia came in on the morning train. He's got a warrant for murder against a man named Calvin Moore. And a photograph of Moore taken 19 years ago. Would you like to take a look at it? I don't think so, Matt. Are you a Calvin Moore? It wasn't murder, Matt. They said it was murder, of course. Would you like to tell me about it? I'd been in practice in Richmond about a year. There was a girl. Oh, she was a beautiful girl with spirit and fire and that soft radiance that only southern girls seem to have. It was so long ago. Soft myself, Doc. Well, Jim Beauregard and I were both courting this girl. He was a typical Virginia gentleman, hotheaded, used to having his own way. He started threatening me, warning me. And I laughed it off. Well, then one day I was coming back from the case and I ran into Jim on a country road. He had a pair of dueling pistols and he challenged me. Well, that's not a crime, Doc. Self-defense. It's not a crime here, anyway. I tried to talk him out of it, but he was crazy mad. He shoved one of the pistols in my hand and pulled back on his horse and leveled his gun. I had no choice. We both fired. He missed and I didn't. Self-defense, yes, but there were no witnesses. And I was an outsider, a Yankee. So you ran for it, was that it? I ran for it. St. Louis, Virginia City, the panhandle, Abilene, Dodge. I waited for them in St. Louis. We were married there. Two months later she... she died of typhoid fever. I can't go back there, man. I've got no defense. It means prison. I'd rot in prison. I won't go back, man. Hunter is here after two prisoners, Doc. I've got no right to my own rules. I'd go after one man and keep the other one covered. I always figure the only kind of law that would work out here is an honest law. What are you going to do? I don't know, Doc. I'm going to stop in tonight. Uh, Chesteron, Kitty. Now over there by the ferro table. Matt, what about this Virginian that's been hanging around for the last two days? Oh, Hunter? Uh-huh. He's a deputy sheriff. He's got a couple of warrants to serve. Why? Well, he's been asking questions. Some of the boys are all skitties. Hey, you free now, Miss Kitty? Or are you busy? What's it look like? I figured maybe he's just killing time. Howdy, Marshal. Bunko. Let's blow up your drink, Kitty. It's over on the bar. All right. Thanks. Matt, I'll be off in a couple of hours. A couple of hours? Yeah. Maybe. I understand you got a rival lawman in town, Marshal. Well, there's a deputy here from Virginia. That's what you mean? I always figured you was a law here. You'd be short in this town. Marshal, you say the word. We'll run him out. I ever asked you for help, Bunko? Well, no, but... Well, a man's short and such. I'll run him out. No offense, Marshal. You keep your own sense tight. Don't worry about anybody else. I'll see you, Bunko. I swear, Mr. Dillon, I ain't ever seen nobody with that bad luck in my whole life. You ought to swear all thorough and stick to studs. Who, Chucky? It's just O'Keehner. He just lost three whole weeks' pay. And Bunko Benson's settin' right there beside of mine. You picked up $230. So that's why he's feelin' big. Let's take a walk, Judge. I swear, three weeks' pay. I never seen such luck. What about Doc? Oh, he turned in a couple hours ago. That's when I come on over here. How's the acting? Oh, by the usual. One thing he is doing, though, that he ain't never done before. He's totin' a dime. You and Marshal. Oh, Mr. Hunter, since you didn't come to see me, Mr. Dillon, I've come to you. Wonderin' what progress you made? Well, I am. I'm so checking. And the results at all, Marshal. I haven't got much to go on, you know? Calvin Moore was a doctor by profession. He might still be practicin'. I suggest we investigate local doctors. Well, that wouldn't take long. We've only got one, Doc Adams. How old a man is he? Early 50s, I imagine. But he doesn't show much resemblance to that photograph he gave me. Maybe you're too used to him to notice the resemblance. Yeah, maybe. I'd like to look him over myself, Marshal. He's pretty busy. I don't call most of the time. But not all of the time? No, not all of the time, of course. All right, Mr. Hunter. I'll bring him around. I think that's a funny Mr. Dillon. Yeah, you should have answered by now. He might've got called out on the case. Yeah, I know. I was across the plaza down toward the Dodge House. Come on. I was across the street edge of the railroad yard. Thank you, Marshal. Yeah. What happened, Mr. Hunter? Somebody tried to kill me. I started into the hotel and it fired from the dock right here. I fired back when he got away. You got a look at him? No, I just saw the flashes. That's an easy time to get killed in, Mr. Hunter. So it seems. About that doctor, Marshal, you didn't bring him around. No, he's out on a call. But I think I want to meet him more than ever now. You will. We won't have to spend the whole night waiting in here. I don't see how the doc puts up the smell, all this medicine and stuff. I just do it, I guess. Well, man, get used to anything except dying. You reckon it could have been doc that fired them shots? Oh, I got thrown into a bob wire fence. Here, let's have a look at it, huh? No, it's all right. It's a gunshot wound. Oh, they both have it. The same gun you tried to kill Hunter with, Marshal? They were. You are, Marshal. Yeah, about 30 years old, dark hair, mustache, medium build, excellent horse when confirmed gambler. Watered for murder, John Alice and alias Bunko Benson. All right, Bunko? He's not taking me back here. Stay where you are, Dylan. Don't be a fool, Bunko, and I'll put away that gun. Stay back. I'm warning you. Bunko, look! What's that? That word pretty slick, didn't it, Mrs. Dylan? Yeah, thanks, Chester. All right, let's get him down to the jail and you can go find Doc. I need him. Hola, amigo. You want to know about stereophonographs? Listen to my last bullfight on ordinary stereo. Ole! But now, Columbia Stereo 1. There is a Corrinda Vitoros, real life like Magnifica. There is such a big difference in stereophonographs. With most, all you get is a couple of speakers shooting in different directions. But with Columbia, ah, hombre, you get fantastic stereo projection. What he does is to send circles of sound sweeping through every inch of a room. You are surrounded with live sound, live feeling, live passion. Hey, how they cheered me? Ask your Columbia phonograph dealer to demonstrate stereo 1 by Columbia. Prices start as low as $39.95 for portables, $129.95 for consoles. Hey, picador! Who let that bull out? One second. Now, have a hold of that bullet and then we'll... Hey! Yeah. Add that one to your collection, Matt. I'll make Hunter a present of a... It wasn't bad shooting to be firing in the dark at a gun flash. Never give me back to Virginia. Oh, sure, bunker. I expect a man to tie a bandage. How'd you know that he'd come to my office, Matt? It didn't, doc. We were waiting for you. Oh, I see. There. Yeah. I ought to stop the bleeding. They're a little loosened it up now and you live to hang yet. Don't worry about my hanging, doc. I'll outlive you. Well, in view of the circumstances, I'd say odds are about even. Well, Matt, shall we adjourn to the front office? Yeah, come on. Okay, like the cell, chapter. It's 10 o'clock tonight, Matt. I've got one hour's sleep. You called me over to Mrs. B. Hampton. They thought her baby was on the way. False alarm, Kurt. Usually is the first time. And I got back and came straight over here. Doc, you were wearing a gun earlier today. What did you do with it? Put it back in the drawer where it belonged. I realized I was acting like a fool. Was that why you were waiting in my office? Somebody tried to kill Hunter and you thought it was me? I tried to think of some way out of this, a way out for both of us, doc. But I got one man under arrest back there. Now I can't rightly set myself up as a judge and free the other man. I hope you'd cut and run for it. Get away if you did because Hunter doesn't know the country. No, no, no. I'm too old to run, Matt. What are you going to do? I guess I'm under arrest. There you are. Yeah, what's the problem? They just fell in the railroad, George, who was asleep on the track. Drunk, I guess. And they went to switch in the car. You better come, doc. He's awful bad. He said another loading plan is down this way, I guess. I guess there's some lights over there and people standing around. Marco, is that you? Yeah. Oh, Hunter, I thought you went to bed hours ago. I'm a light sleeper, Mr. Dillon. I heard there's an accident over in the yard. I'll just walk along with you. Give me a chance to meet your local doctor. I guess you can meet him right now if you want to. Oh? Doc, this is Ed, Hunter. Talk to him. How do you do stuff? I got one of your prisoners locked up, Mr. Hunter. John Allison, known here as Funko Benson. Good. He's the man who tried to kill you tonight. One down, then. Just one to go. Calvin Moore. Dr. Calvin Moore. All right. Move back. Will you please? Will you let us through here, please? Here, doctor. I'm right. Look at that. All right. Stand back. Will you give Doc a chance? Will you stand back, please? Please. Now, bad is right. I will do it again. That man was hurt and locked. So who is he? He's a drifter. He's been around Dodge a couple of years. He calls himself Texas Joe. He's United. No friends or family. Have you picked up him a couple of years ago? Nobody knows where he came from. It's a usual story. He's a huge doc. That's right. All right. Go and get you. Be all right. You guys here. Sure it'll be all right. It certainly has to work under primitive conditions. Doc, move. Yeah. Add chapter. Will you get those lanterns going and give Doc some more light? Yes, Mr. Stumpers. Take it easy there. Yeah. He's the only real doctor on the side of Abbey. Is there anything I could do to help Mr. Dillon? I guess not, Ms. Kelly. Thanks anyway. Poor old Tex. He stopped in at the restaurant not more than four hours ago and I fixed him a meal. You never know. Well, Doc can pull him through if anybody can. Sure he can. Put one of those lanterns on the other side, Justice. Okay, Doc. They seem to put a lot of faith in your Doc, Dad. I got reason to, Mr. Hunter. Yeah, Matt, could you give me a hand here? Yeah, sure, Doc. Lift his head up a little bit there, will you, Matt? Yeah. Not much chance, Matt. All I can do is make him comfortable. Don't try to talk now, Tex. He'll be all right. You've been decent to me, Marshall. You treated me square. You Doc-only friends I got. Sure, Tex. You got one more favor that could someone read me some scripture? Well, Tex, I just don't recall anything. Well, I do, Mrs. Kelly. I doubt if you can hear me. All right. All right, I can hear you. Please. The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green passes. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restores my soul. I think that's enough, Mrs. Kelly. We can't win them all, I guess. No, we can't win them all. Well, I guess Dr. Adam has only position here. I suppose you also function as coroner. That's right. And this man here, he'll be buried under the name of Texas Gilt. Don't worry about it. Boothill is full of men buried under Nickman. I'm so sorry. In this country. Doc, excuse me. Doc, I just came from... Oh. Yeah. Doc, I've been setting up with Mrs. B. And you're not too soon. She needs you over there right away. Well, then there wasn't a fault to learn. All right, Kitty. I'll be there as quick as I can. How soon is it? Well... Kitty, you go on back over and do what you can for her. Doc will be along. All right, Matthew. You'd better hurry. Well, Mr. Hunter... Well, gentlemen, this seems to have been my lucky night. Both my fugitives located within an hour of each other. Yeah. I guess it's nothing I can do. One is safe in jail and one of them dead. Or didn't you notice the resemblance? Texas Joe here? Obviously, the man in the photograph, I saw it immediately. Well, I hope you'll take all the necessary steps to see that he's buried under his real name, Calvin Moore, and his death, of course. Close the case. I've been even for Virginia with my other prisoner tomorrow. Lee? Mr. Hunter... Doctor, I'd say this is no time to stand around here talking. You have a patient waiting. This town seems to depend on you. Matt? Doc, you've got work to do. You just make sure it's a boy, huh? Well, I'll do my darkness, Matt. Good night, gentlemen. Norman McDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. The story was specially written for Gunsmoke by Les Fletchfield. Doc and Harry Barthel, Ralph Moody and Virginia Georgia Hawkins is Kitty. I'll also invite you to join us again next week when CBS Radio presents another story of the Western Frontier. When Matt Dillon, Chester Pogfoot, 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.