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Gracious, I ain't gonna tell you what I come to tell you. All right. It's fine with me. By a jing, I don't know what's gonna be so fine for you at all. You know, Chester, any more of this, and I'm gonna take you out and soak you in brine. And while you're doing that, Leif Tugwell's probably gonna be shooting down some innocent citizen. Leif Tugwell? That's right. I'd know that long, sad face, any words. His hair is Mike Gray, but it's him right enough, Mr. Dillon. He always did look like an undertaker. Well, he ordered. He's buried enough men. Yeah, maybe. But at least he never went looking for trouble. He always managed to find it without looking. I don't like no part of him, Mr. Dillon. I'll go have a talk with him. Where is he? He went up to Doc's office, and fires you when he comes out. I'd tell him to keep right on going, all the way back to Texas. I've known Leif Tugwell a long time, Chester. I know him when he helped clean up San Antonio. They're mighty proud of him down there. He's no cheap gunman to be told to get out of town. All right, then. Ask him to leave. Because if you don't, Mr. Dillon, they'll be trouble as sure as shooting. I heard they pinned a badge on you. I thought I was just on my way up to Doc's to see it. Oh, that's Chester Prottfoot. Hi, son. Don't believe I heard about you. Well, I've heard an awful lot about you, Mr. Tugwell. Well, you don't have to call me Mr. Son. And you don't have to call me Son. I'm old enough to have saw you kill a man back in Abilene. Never mind, Chester. Why don't you go on over to the long branch and have a beer, huh? I'll just do that, Mr. Dillon. All right, golly, I'll just do that. You're kind of feisty, ain't you? Well, it's not so much that, Leif. He just doesn't like trouble, that's all. And neither do I. But you think I do, huh? I know better than that. But I'd appreciate it if you took particular pains to steer clear of it while you're here in Dodge. I won't start anything, Matt. Good. Then we won't worry about it. We? That'd be quite a show. You and me could almost charge admission. Yeah, maybe it could, Leif. But one of us would be winding up using his cut for a burial. And come on, I'll buy you a beer. I don't think so, Matt. No? Now who's getting feisty? Look, I carry a gun, sure. If I'm a little faster than the next, it's because I've had to be. But I never killed a man who wasn't trying to kill me first. Is that against the law in Dodge? No, it isn't. But we've got a big population up on Boothill, Leif. And I'm interested in keeping it from getting any bigger. So am I. By exactly one. Me. Be yourself of old-fashioned ideas. Why don't you live modern? Free up. Freshen up your taste. Smoking 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 than 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. Smoking L&M. It's America's fastest growing cigarette. Hello, kitty. I'm Matt. I didn't see you come in. That's probably because you weren't looking. No. After all, what do I care about? Who comes in here long as I got money to spend? You can be more friendly than that. Only to my friends. Thank heaven most of our customers aren't. Well, I take it you're not feeling very kindly toward people tonight. Not very. Maybe it's just because I get sick of men stalking one another like wolves, bearing their teeth, hating one another. Why can't they sing and laugh and dance once in a while? Well, they do and you know it. Not tonight they don't. Are you thinking of somebody in particular? Well, that one doesn't help. Now who? That fella at the bar. The one with a face like a hound dog. Look at the space on each side of him. You'd think it was poison. He is, kitty. That's the life of Tugwell. Oh. He seems quiet enough for a man with his reputation. I'm worried about every would-be gunman in Kansas that'd like to be able to say that he'd taken the Leif Tugwell. Mr. Dillon. Mr. Dillon. Oh, hello, Mr. Kitty. Hello, Chester. Mr. Dillon, this young fellow over at the Alfa Guns is talking pretty big and it's all about Leif Tugwell. Oh, what does he look like? Small, stocky, got a real mean mouth, honey. Maybe I better go calm him down. Wait a minute. You won't have to. That's him just come in. There. That one looking around like he's going to buy the place. Well, he can't be over 18. They're the worst kind, kitty. The young one's trying to make a fast name for themselves. Oh, my drink. What's that face, fellow bartender? The one with gray hair. Stand around, folks. Stand around. I suppose you all didn't know there was a famous man here tonight. You're going to drink with me, Tugwell. Uh, son, I don't think Mr. Tugwell wants to drink with you. You standing up for him, Marshall? I can handle this, Matt. Calls you by your first name. Must be he's a friend of yours. Well, maybe as long as we're bandying names about, you'll tell me your name. It's Gore. Trace Gore. And I'm from Texas. Tugwell knows all about Texas. That's where he's running from. I never ran away from anything in my life, Gore. So that makes you a liar. All right, give me that gun, Gore. I came a long way to kill him. I said give it to me. All right, now you get out of here. I sure never thought I'd see the day when any lawman's badge would be big enough for Laph Tugwell to hide behind. Chester, get him out of here. Here's his gun. You can give it back to him outside. Come on, boy. Let's go. You shouldn't have done that, Matt. You'll just go screw up his courage another notch. What do you want here in Dodge, Laph? You getting ready to tell me to leave? I don't want to. In a way, you and I are sort of brothers under the skin. We're what? You were a Marshall and son in tone, Laph. Now, why don't you make my job easier for me? I'll tell you something, Matt. A man gets tired of running from a lot of would-be gunmen that ain't drive-behind-the-years. This ain't the first time Gore's tried it on with me. You mean he followed you here? All the way from Sweetwater. I pinned his ears back with a bottle down there. This time it'll have to be with a 45. Aren't you forgetting something, Laph? Yeah, what? About staring clear of trouble while you're here. Oh, I'm glad you came up. I've been alone here watching his test tubes last six hours. Oh, that looks like blood. It is. Probably the easiest blood ever drawn in Dodge. He was willing. Who was it? And that I don't ask you who got picked up for being drunk on Front Street. Okay, Doc, I'm sorry. What I really came to see you about was Laph Tugwell. What about him? Now, you've known him a long time, Doc. I want you to help me talk him into leaving Dodge. Will you be leaving tomorrow, man? Well, I want him out before he has to kill a man. And tomorrow may be too late. I promised Laph a while ago. I wouldn't discuss this, but under the circumstances, I'd better tell you. That's his blood in those tubes. He can't hold a gun, much less pull the trigger. What? There's no cure for the disease Laph has. Nobody even knows what causes it. The nervous system goes to pieces and so does the muscle control. Oh, I didn't need to tell me. Well, put yourself in Laph's party. He was a big man once. Weakness doesn't come easy to that kind. Yeah, I guess you're right, Doc. I probably would have done the same thing. Well, anyway, you got no cause to worry about Laph Tugwell killing anybody. No, Doc. What about his getting killed? Chester. Hey, Chester. Oh, man. Look, Chester, there's no sense in both of us keeping a night watch. Why don't you go get some sleep, huh? Well, I tried too much to do. But I keep thinking of the way I treated Laph Tugwell. You know what I'm going to do? What? I'm going over to his hotel first thing in the morning and apologize. He was a mighty patient with Gore. He was patient because he had to be, Chester. Had to be? Wherever more Mr. Don, Laph could have at that young fool for supper. Could have, maybe. But not now. He's a sick man, Chester. He can't even use a gun anymore. He tell you that? No, but Doc did. That's why Laph came to dodge. He figured maybe Doc could help him. Well, why the Sam Hill didn't he say something? Well, all he's got left is his pride, Chester. When a man becomes a legend, he wants to keep it that way, I guess. Free yourself of old-fashioned ideas. Why don't you live modern? Free up. Freshen up your taste. Smoking L&M Why are more people changing to L&M than to any other cigarette? Because only L&M lets you enjoy full, exciting flavor through the pure white miracle tip. L&M draws easy. Tastes richer. Smokes cleaner. So, free up. Freshen up your taste. Get full, exciting flavor. Live modern. Smoking 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. That's where a leaf tug will stand. Oh, is it? Now you know it is, Marshall. And I know he's got to come out sometime. Did you hear what he'd done to me? He said something about it. He shamed me. Hit me with a bottle right in front of the whole town of Sweetwater. He only did it to keep from killing your son. You got it wrong, Marshall. It's me he's going to kill him. Why don't you go back to Texas, Gore? Oh, I will, Marshall. I will? I know you're kind, Gore. You listen to too many lies around the campfire. You got no hair on your face, but you blow yourself up to the size of a man. You got no call talking to me this week. You shut up and listen. Now, being cock of the walk isn't all you've got it figured to be. You talk a lot about killing, but there's being killed, too, and you're dead a long time. Is that all, Marshall? Yeah, that's all. I think I'll go get me a drink. Johnny? No, thanks. I'm superstitious. What you doing? Yeah, what is it, Justin? You better come quick. They're out in front of the long branch. Lief and that young fella, Gore, they're picking half a show down. Lief knows he can't pull a gun. Well, he don't act like it. How are you going to stop him? That's Gore I'm going to stop. Lief doesn't need stopping him. Yeah, you wait here, Justin. Yes. Stay out of this, Matt. It'll be self-defense on both sides. No law against that, is it, Marshall? No, there isn't, son. You know, Lief, this kind of reminds me of the time you killed those three men in Abilene. That's the fastest draw I ever saw. I told you to stay out of this, Matt. You're too far away, Gore. You never hit a man from there. You're going to fight come a little closer. I'll call my own hand, Lief. The trouble with these youngsters is they get nervous, Lief. Worst thing that can happen in a gunfight, son. I ain't nervous, Marshall. Well, you don't have to be ashamed of it. There aren't many amateurs like you could face a man like Lief Tuggle without their hands sweating. Give the boy his chance, Matt. That's what I'd like to see him have, Lief. Now, look at him. The boy's hands are starting to twitch right now. He's getting scared, Lief. I ain't scared. Come on, son. Let's get this over with. Son, sometimes they die slow and hard. A bullet makes a big hole in a man's insides. I can churn him up bad. You stay out of this, Marshall. Now, why don't you stay out of it, son? Why don't you clear out? Why don't you get on your horse and go on back to Texas, huh? You've got a lot of living ahead of you that way. Here you haven't got any and you're smart enough to know it. You can be lying dead there in five seconds. Well, son, you coming at me? Change my mind. When you do like Marshall says, you go on home. All right, folks, the show's over. Now, why don't you all go about your business, huh? Go on. I guess I'll be moving along, Matt. Back to Texas? No, not this time. Maybe I'll go out to California, get myself a small spread and sit under a tree. Use your words. I'll have a lot of living ahead of me that way. Yeah, I think you would have. Goodbye, Mr. Tugwell. You don't have to call me Mr. Son. Goodbye, Matt. Goodbye, Liv. A man like that's got a right to be called Mr. Yeah, he has that, Justin. He sure has that. In a moment, our star, William Conrad. What makes a nation great? People, of course. Not money or scenery or history, but a strong-minded, intelligent, well-intentioned population. And that's why action came into being. Communities help to shape personalities. Clean, healthful, well-ordered communities make for wholesome citizens, while slums breed juvenile delinquency, maladjustment, and crime. Action is the American council to improve our neighborhoods. Take a look up the street where you live. Is it well-lighted? Are sidewalks in good repair? Is garbage disposal efficient? Note the appearance of the buildings. Are they well-kept, painted when necessary? And how about the local school, and the playgrounds? If an unbiased inspection reveals the signs of blight setting in around your home, CBS Radio suggests you write Action Box 20 Radio City Station, New York City for information how you and your neighbors can work together to improve your homes and the whole community. That's Action Box 20 Radio City Station, New York City. And now, William Conrad. You know, scattered along the frontier, there were planes and ends of many tribes, like Iwi, Kiowa, Cheyenne, Arapaho, Sioux. But next week, a citizen of Dodge nearly dies because of a Great Lakes Indian. A Delaware. And that was the West. Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal. The script was specially written for Gunsmoke by William Lester with editorial supervision by John Meston. The music was composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Vic Perrin and Sam Edwards. Parley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Join us again next week for another specially transcribed story on Gunsmoke.