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You stay out of this, Marshal. Not likely. Now look here, Marshal. I know you're a friend of Tipple's, but I don't know as I like you're protecting him this hard. I'm not protecting anybody, Paris. I'm stopping a gunfight. Now you get moving. I'll meet you any time, Paris. You shut up. We'll meet right enough. Well, you ain't got your nurse made around. Why'd you stop it, Matt? He had it coming to him. You're pretty hot tempered, aren't you, Ben? Did you see what he done? That's no reason to shoot a man, and you know it. An ordinary man know, but that Paris has been looking for trouble for a long time. I know what he's like. But you keep away from him, Ben. It's bound to happen, Matt, sooner or later, and I don't hide from no man. You know me well enough for that. This doggone old river is awful high for this time of year. Ain't it, Mr. Dunn? I must have been having some big rains up in Colorado. Oh, now that's where I'd like to be. Up in them talls. Just think of laying on your back up there in the deep grass, drinking snow water and eating trout, listening to all them pretty birds singing away. Oh, we'll miss you, Chester. Oh, I ain't going no worse. Hey, look on the bank there. Some fellow fishing. He must have fell asleep. He isn't asleep, Chester. I don't believe he is. Well, that's Frank Parrish, Mr. Dillon. Shot in the back. Well, that's terrible. There's a pole. I know he was sitting here fishing, and somebody sneaked up and shot him. Oh, that's a mean way to die. Now we'll get a wagon and carry him back to Dodge. All right. Get on, Chester. I can't see nobody. All right, come out of there. You can't get both of us. Come out or we'll start shooting. Don't shoot, Marshal. Well, it's only a kid. It's Andy Spangler. Andy, what are you doing out here? Nothing, Marshal. I was going to go fishing, but I lost my line. Why were you hiding in the brush, sir? Him. I heard a shot some time ago, and I come looking around. I found him laying there, and I got scared when I heard you ride up, so I hid. You didn't see anybody? No, I didn't see nothing. Whoever did it was gone. Oh, my goodness, Mr. Dillon. What is it, Chester? The way Frank and Ben Tipple was carrying on, you don't suppose Ben could have did it, do you? I know he's a good friend of yours, no? Never mind, Chester. Well, let's get back to town. Come on, Andy. You can ride behind me. That whistling man Bobby Haggard really started something. Tonight, the Calypso boys join in. Ready, amigos? Packs more pleasure. Packs more pleasure. But Chesterfield packs more pleasure, because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. It stands to reason the cigarette made better and packed better, smokes better, tastes better. And Chesterfield is more perfectly packed by Accuray. This electronic miracle removes human error in cigarette manufacture. So Accuray Chesterfield is firm and pleasing to the lips, mild yet deeply satisfying. Yes, Chesterfield gives you something no other cigarette can give you. Chesterfield packs more pleasure, because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. To the touch, to the taste, Chesterfield packs more pleasure, because it's more perfectly packed by Chesterfield, mild, yet they satisfy the most. Yep, now it's cooled off, son. And the Frank Perishester. Yeah. You're asking me if I did it, Matt? Most everybody in Dodge thinks you did. And what do you think? Well, I've been telling everybody I've known Ben Typle a long time, and that he's hot tempered, and that Frank Perish has been proud in him every chance he had. But the Perish didn't even have his gun up. Besides, he was shot in the back. What are people saying to that? They're saying you're a friend of mine. I think that's why I haven't arrested you. Well, here's it. I'd go after my own brother if I thought he murdered a man, Ben. Happened yesterday morning sometime, didn't it, Matt? Yeah, that's right. I got no alibi for then. I wasn't with nobody. Yeah, that's too bad. It would have helped. I might have shot Frank Perish someday, Matt, but never in the back. I know that, Ben. Until I find out who did it, you better lay low. Just look at this place, Matt. Oh, what's wrong, Kitty? Well, it may be the biggest saloon in Dodge, but it's surely emptiest. You're getting greedy, Kitty. It's about time. I'm sure not getting younger. You're going to be able to retire before you're 30. Why not? Well, I'm glad somebody's getting richer on here. Law sure isn't. No, but the law keeps busy. What? Joe Spangler and his pa. I think he's looking for you, Matt. No. Evening, Miss Kitty. Evening. I want to talk to you, Marshal. Go ahead, Spangler. I want to know why you ain't got Ben Tipple in jail. Frank Perish was a friend of yours, wasn't he? That don't matter. And it doesn't matter that Ben Tipple's a friend of mine. He didn't do it, Spangler. There's a lot of people who think he did, Marshal. You have any proof? I'm a boy, Andy, and I think he saw Tipple out there. And I'll get it out of him. I whipped him once already. Look, Spangler, your boy had told me if he'd seen anybody. Why would he try to protect Ben Tipple? He's scared. Scared of what? You. What you might do to him if he talked. Just a minute, Spangler. He's going to talk before I'm through. You get out of here. You're making me mad. No, I didn't mean to do that, Marshal. All I wanted is to get you to do your job before somebody has to do it for you. Easy, Matt. Take him apart. That wouldn't help. It'd make me feel better. You'll be all right. Soon you'll find out who did kill Perish. How am I going to find that out, Kitty? With all this going on, he's as safe as a bear in a hickory tree. Looks to me like you're going to have a busy day today, man. I am, why, Doug? Well, I don't know. Now, maybe it's because you did so little yesterday. Do I owe you some money or something, Doug? Oh, no, no, no. You're all paid up, but you know, man, I've been thinking. How much you want, Doug? Oh, $10 to do it. Yeah. Here you are. Oh, thank you. Sure, Doug. Just pay it back by Friday, that's all. Oh, no. You think I was merely asking for a loan? You have your own way of doing things, Doug. So's he. What? Look. That filthy Spangler. He's cuffing his boy around again. But enough of his ways. I warned you what you did. Enough, Spangler. Fine. You ain't interfering in this. Let the boy go, Spangler. Let him go. I said that some... Andy, you stand over here. He won't hit you again. I didn't mean to do it. I told him I didn't. What did you do, Andy? I lost his rifle. I borrowed it to go hunting. I fell across the river and I lost it. I ought to kill you, Marshall. Don't try it, Spangler. Now, come on, get on your feet. What right do you got? Come up between the man and his boy. None, I guess, but I took it anyway. That kid ought to be in jail, stealing like he does. He wasn't stealing. It ain't none of your business, Marshall. And I ain't gonna talk to you about it. Andy, I'll see to you later. You beat him, I got it. I'll throw you in jail. He won't beat me because I ain't going home. Not ever. What do your mother think, Andy? I got no mother. Oh, I'm sorry I forgot, Andy. And he hates me. Look, Andy, if things get bad, you come see me, huh? Anytime. Will you do that? Maybe. And don't let your poor make you say anything that isn't true, Andy. You don't have to. You understand? Now, you just remember you. You can come see me anytime. Listening to gun smoke in your favorite easy chair or driving? Oh, there you are in the kitchen. Say, you want to make whatever you're doing more enjoyable? Have a Chesterfield. Enjoy Chesterfield's better taste and mildness. It stands to reason the cigarette made better and packed better, smokes better, tastes better. And Chesterfield is more perfectly packed by Accuray. This electronic miracle removes human error in cigarette manufacture. So Accuray Chesterfield is firm and pleasing to the lips, mild yet deeply satisfying. Yes, Chesterfield gives you something no other cigarette can give you. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. To the touch, to the taste, Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed by Chesterfield, mild, yet they satisfy the most. And look at all those lights in the saloons just to shine in a way. You ain't much of a nature lover, are you? Not well I got work to do, Chester. What work? Well, for the next few hours I got to walk around and try to make sure nobody's going to get cheated or get too drunk or get killed, maybe. You're right, sometimes that tin turn into... Well, looky there. It's Andy. Now what's he up to? Marsha Dillon! Yeah, what's the trouble, Andy? Well, who's in the alley? Paul and Ben Tipper. Paul's got him cornered. Paul's got the drop on him. But how do you know? What were you doing there? I thought Paul was after me, but he's going to shoot Ben Tipper. I know he is. Well, maybe I can stop him, Andy. I hope so, but I don't know how. Let's slow down here. You wait here with Chester, Andy. I'm going to go in there alone. I guess I'm going to have to kill you. You'll die yourself if you pull that trigger, Slingwer. Marsha. Now you drop that gun. Frank Paris, and I'm going to shoot him if I die for it myself. Don't be a fool. He's got my gun, man. Just stand steady, Ben. Marsha! Get back, Andy. I've got to tell you something. He slipped away from me, Mr. Dillon. It's terribly important. Help me keep an eye on Spangler, Chester. Yes, sir. All right, now what is it, Andy? Hurry up. Bend over. I've got to whisper. What's going on there? Never mind. You've got two men who will shoot you now, Spangler, and you better not try nothing. I guess you ought to be tired of this. What's that kid doing here anyway? Well, he didn't come here to murder nobody like his father did. Ben Tipper was the murderer, not me. No, he isn't, Spangler. Tipper didn't shoot Frank Paris. You said that before, Marsha. He did it. He just told me. What are you saying? It was an accident. He saw something move, and he thought it was an animal, so he fired at it. I don't believe it. The day he took your rifle, when he found he'd shot Paris, he got scared and threw the rifle into the river. You tell him, Andy. It's true. I was too scared to tell anybody before. All right. You heard him, Spangler. Now put up that gun. I don't believe him. He's lying. You stay where you are, Marsha. Put up your gun, I said. Not hardly. You almost killed me, Ben. I'm sorry about your pa. But you go with Chester now, huh? He wasn't my pa. What? My real pa died a long time ago. My mom told me about it when she made me change my name. Oh. I guess that's why he never did like me much. Beating you all the time? Yeah. Marsha? What, Andy? When are you going to hang me? Hang you. For shooting Mr. Paris. Is that what you've been thinking? I admitted doing it, didn't I? It was an accident, Andy. Nobody's going to hang you. Ben. What, Matt? He's a mighty brave boy. Yeah. Yeah, he sure is. Why, he spoke up just now to save my life, thinking he'd be hung for it, didn't he? Andy, how'd you like to come home with me? I got a place for a boy like you. You mean that? I sure do. Marsha, you believe me? You think he means it? Yeah, Andy. I think he means it. In a moment, our star, William Conrad. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. A cigarette made better and packed better smokes better, tastes better. And Chesterfield is more perfectly packed by Accuray. This electronic miracle removes human error in cigarette manufacture. So Accuray Chesterfield is firm and pleasing to the lips. Chesterfield, mild, yet they satisfy the most. If you go along the frontier, whether because of Indians, a gunman's bullet or lack of water, death was always near at hand. But next week it's a girl who causes the death of four men. And that was the West. Good night. Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal. Our story was specially written by John Meston, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were John Daener, Vic Perrin, Richard Beals, and Jack Prussian. Barley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Live modern. Smoke L&M. Live modern. Change to L&M. Live modern. Smoke L&M. Only with L&M can you enjoy the full, exciting flavor of today's finest of echoes. No other cigarette, plain or filter, gives you the full, exciting flavor you get through the pure white miracle tip. So light up. Free up. Let your taste come alive. Live modern. Smoke L&M. 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