 Gun smoke, brought to you by Chesterfield, America's most popular two-way cigarette. What a pair. Chesterfield king size at the new low price. Chesterfield regular. Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers on the spoilers, and that's with the U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. Gun smoke, starring William Conrad, the transcribed 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 that makes a man watchful and a little lonely. Mr. Dillon, I wonder what Dodge would be like if there wasn't always a crowd moving up and down the front street. Just look at them. Everybody going somewhere. Well, there are a lot of them that aren't going anywhere at all, Chester. Just driftin'. Yes, sir, I guess you're right at that, Mr. Dillon. I know when I first come to Dodge, I sure didn't have nothin' in mind. At least I was working for a U.S. Marshal like you. Oh, you must have had some reason to come here, Chester. Well, a backwards-like reason, maybe. Huh? What do you mean? Well, it's like it wasn't to come here as much as it was to leave there. What? I say it's like it wasn't to come here as much as it was to leave there. Oh, you mean Texas? Yes, sir. Oh, why? Mr. Dillon, Texas is mostly populated by my family. I got relatives thick and thin relatives all over Texas. Oh, what's wrong with that? Why, it's like having somebody looking over your shoulder all the while makes man spooky. Well, sir, I choose to do my sin and where nobody don't know me. Hello, Matt and Chester. Ah, how are you, Doc? What are you headed for, Doc? No place, Matt. I'm just walkin' around. Now, you see, Chester, do you want to meet? Yes, sir. Well, now, what's the matter with just walkin' around? Does a man have to be going someplace every minute? Anyway, you're a fine pair to be criticizing people, sittin' here like a couple of fat horny toads in the sun. Now, slow down, Doc. Slow down. You're burnin' up all your fuel. Well, who's this fella? Which one of you men's Doc Adams? I am. Come on. I got a job for you. Well, is that so? But you don't look very sick, Mr. It ain't me. It's a man in camp. Camp? A couple of miles up in our Kansas. We're holdin' the trail herd there. What part of Texas are you from, mister? We got 3,000 here to San Sabalonghorn. And it's been a plumb, miserable drive all the way and I ain't no temper to answer any more fool questions. All right, then. Now, hold up a minute there, young fella. What's the matter with this man of yours? You'll see when you get there. Well, tell me now, else how will I know what to take? Look, Doc, it wasn't my idea to come get you. Ken Talley made me come. And who's it? Ken Talley? The trail boss. Now, you ready to go? Well, you tell me what's wrong with the man in our gold. Doc. What? Um, I think I'll write out with you. Who are you? My name's Dylan. Well, you're the marshal here, ain't you? That's right. Well, we don't need no marshal out there. Chester, go get our horses, huh? We'll write out with Doc. Yes, sir. I brought the Doc, Ken. How many doctors they got in Dodge, anyway, choked. That's the Doc there. Well, who are these other two? My name's Matt Dillon, Talley. This is Chester Prodfoot. How do you do, Mr. Talley? Dylan, eh? Well, I didn't send for you, marshal. Yeah, I know you didn't. And what are you doing here? That's a sick man lying in the blanket over there by the fire. You can get mounted and ride right back to Dodge, all three of you. We don't need Doc no more. Oh, no, you don't, mister. If that man's sick, I'm going to take a look at him. He's all right, Doc. Forget him. Come on, Doc. Well, Doc. He's dead, man. Mighty contagious disease, too. Oh? I found that when one man gets shot, it usually leads to somebody else getting shot, sooner or later. Who killed this man, Talley? How'd it happen? I don't figure it's none of your business, Marshal. But since you're so nosy, I'll tell you, he shot himself. That's a lie. He couldn't have shot himself. Why not, Doc? Because he was shot in the back. You're going to tell me who did it, Talley? No, Marshal. I ain't going to tell you nothing. Talley, your man Chote here told us that you've had a hard drive up from the San Salvador. Hard. We've fought Indians and Thieves and Kansas, Jayhawkers and Bad Weather and Stampede the whole way, Marshal. But we're still ready to fight Dodd City if we have to. You've been through a lot, Talley, and I know how edgy it's made you, all of you. But this man's been murdered, and I've got to have the murderer. His name's Bud Cowan. Whose name? Him. There. Who killed Bud Cowan? It's no use, Marshal. I got 18 Texas cowboys here. Well, 17, and there ain't a one of them. They don't talk. Look, Talley, you're a responsible man, or you wouldn't be trail boss. Now, you know what the law means. You know what it's for. Kansas law ain't for Texans, Marshal. We'll fight our own snakes. I'm not a Kansas, Marshal. I'm a United States, Marshal. But the law's the same. It don't matter. No Texans going to get hung in Kansas, at least why it's not as long as I'm around. And there ain't a thing you can do about it, Marshal. Yes, there is. Like what? You meant a kind of hankering to buck the tiger and dodge, aren't they? Of course they are. For three months, they ain't talked to nothing else. So if they don't get the dodge, they're going to be mighty unhappy, and maybe one or two of them will decide to talk. Marshal, how are you going to keep 17 juiced up Texas cowboys out of dodge? They'll ride right over you. No, I can't keep them out, Talley, but I can fix it so there won't be anything for them when they get there. What do you mean? I'll close Front Street, every saloon, every gambling table, every store. I'll close them up tight. You'd do that? Well, if you knew me well enough, you wouldn't ask. Come on, Doc. Chester. You'll think it over, Talley. What a pair. What a buy. King-sized Chesterfield. Now at the new low price. And Chesterfield regular. They're the quality twins. The same highest quality. The same low nicotine. Either way you like them, you get the same wonderful taste and mildness. A refreshing smoke every time. Change to Chesterfield. America's most popular two-way cigarette. Yes, the Chesterfield you smoke today is the best cigarette ever made. What a pair. Chesterfield regular. Chesterfield king-sized. They satisfy millions. They're best for you. George didn't take long for the word. Get around it, Mr. Dillon. Ken Talley followed us to town yesterday, Chester. He's smart enough to know how the businessman would react. You mean he come in here and told them all about it? Yeah, of course he did. Hello, Marshall. Hello, John. Well, here's the Dutch house, Chester. You better wait out here. Okay, sir. Mr. Green said they'd be waiting for you right in the lobby. Yeah. Hey, I'm glad you came, Marshall. Well, what can I do for you, Mr. Green? Well, no, it's quite gentlemen, please. I'll do the talking. Marshall Dillon. As you can see, most of Dodge's leading businessmen are present here. Miss Tomkins, Mr. Jonas, Mr. Botkin, Mr. Teeters. Yes, sir. And I'm here as owner of the Dodge house. Marshall, you know why we're here as well as we do. Because I told Ken Telly I'd close Front Street. Exactly. And we won't stand for that, Marshall. We need that Texas money, and we're going to get it. Gentlemen, gentlemen, a man was murdered out at that camp. Oh, he was just some Texas cowboy, Marshall. The prosperity of Dodge is certainly more important than him. Don't you agree, gentlemen? Absolutely. Absolutely. Now, wait a minute. You mean that you so-called good citizens of Dodge are putting a few dollars above the value of the law? Even above the value of a human life? Don't preach to us, Marshall Dillon, all the men you killed. Mr. Green, I never killed a man in my life except in the performance of duty or in self-defense. All right. All right, that's not important. We're wasting time, gentlemen. I'm ready to enforce the law, and I'm gonna do it. Any way I see fit. Now, is that clear? Well, then we'll complain about you, Marshall. We'll all write letters to Washington, and have you fired. Fired. You will, huh? Good. Fine. That's fine. And maybe I can get a little sleep for a change. Start walking around like an ordinary man instead of jumping the shadows thinking somebody's about to shoot me any minute. Yeah, go ahead. And maybe I can afford to have a few friends again. Instead of everybody looking at me sideways like I was some kind of a rattlesnake. Gentlemen, I might not have to kill anybody again as long as I live. Yeah, you go on. Write your letters. You'll be doing me a great big favor. Oh. And just one more thing. There's just about enough money in this job of mine to pay for my ammunition. But I'm still going to close up Front Street. Yeah, what is it, Chester? What did you say to Mr. Green and their mother man yesterday? Huh? Why? He's curious. Well, I said the same thing that you would say, Chester. At least I hope you would. Oh, yes, of course I would. And I sure do think, Mr. Jones, I'm mighty proud to have you say that. But you don't know what I told him, Chester. It doesn't matter. I trust you. You know what you're doing. Well, thank you, Chester. I'm glad somebody thinks so. Well, of course, I've seen you make mistakes sometime. Well, I mean, nobody ain't perfect much. It's a simple thing to do for anybody. Well, why don't you go on to the depot and pick up the mail, Chester? Yes, sir. By the way, that's right. Santa Fe just come in over an hour ago. Good morning, Marshall. And tell it. Marshall... This here's Sam Peoples that brought with me. Huh? How about people? Hello? Marshall, I done a lot of thinking the last day or so. Now? Yes, sir. I've decided you're right about the law and all. So I went and brought Sam Peoples in. You mean he killed that man by the town? He sure did. Now, boys, I've witnessed it, Marshall, including myself. All be glad to testify at the trials any time you say. Is that right, Peoples? Did you kill Buck Kelly? Yes, sir. Okay. Now, what happened to your face? I fell off a horse or something. Yes, sir. I come loose off in a block, yes, sir. Okay. Lock him up, Chester. All right, sir. Everything all right now, Marshall? Well, I'll let you answer that, Telly. No hard feelings on my side. Just don't let him get away now. One murder is all I can produce for you. See you later, Marshall. Come on, Peoples. The cells is out back here. Uh, wait a minute, Chester. Yes, sir? I'll bring him back here. Peoples, tell me something. Are you a Texan? No, sir. I ain't, Marshall. And what are you doing with that sand-sapper outfit? I run into him when they were bringing their cattle across the simmer on, sir. They hired me on just for grub. And I wanted to get to dodge real bad. Ah, I see. That, uh, bronc you fell off of yesterday. Did he tromp on your face? Yes, sir. Well, sort of. I'd sure like to see that horse. You would? Yeah. It'd be kind of interesting to see a horse that's got hooves like a man's fist. Yes, sir. There's not much you can do about this, is there, Peoples? No, sir. They're all going to swear I done it. Do you know who did? No, sir. I don't. I was out riding herd when it happened. And none of them fellas ever talked to me much, anyway. Well, you're in a tough spot. Yes, sir. Unless I can find out who did kill Bud Cowan, you're gonna have to stand trial. But I'll do what I can for you if that happens. Thank you, Marshall. I don't guess there's much anybody can do. All them fellas testify. I will see. Go get him something to eat. Yes, sir. I'll be out on the street. Ken Talley's men are going to be feeling free to do about anything. I could picture Talley and his men when he got back to camp, laughing at how they put it over on me and the rest of Dodge. I figured Mr. Green and his businessmen had talked to Talley. But I was sure they didn't know Sam Peoples was an innocent man. And neither did they understand the kind of trouble that tampering with their law could lead to. For the Texans, the lid was off. They felt that they were running the town that nothing could touch them. And all I could do was wait. So I went over to the Texas Trail and sat with Kitty for a while, watching the crowd. I'm glad you're here, Matt. Otherwise, I'd have to be drinking at the bar with one of those beat-up cowboys. Well, I hope I'm not costing you money, Kitty. You are, but I won't start. Anyway, it's better than trying to grin back at those cowboys. Those men have had a rough time coming up the trail, Kitty. Nobody asked them to come. No, I suppose not. You know, Matt, I've worked in a lot of places. Even the gold camps. Dodge is worse than any of them. Oh, is that so? Why? I don't know. Maybe the sun and the prairie take too much out of everybody. Seems like every man that comes to dodge is out to get his own back somehow, even if he has to kill somebody to do it. Well, I guess I follow you, Kitty. All I'm saying is that maybe our hard life makes men kind of angry and they want to fight all of them. Well, something sure makes them want to fight or at least get drunk. Look at them. Hey, who's that coming this way, Matt? Huh? Good. Now, that's Ken Talley, the San Sabra trail boss. Well, he sure looks like he wants to fight. Yeah, maybe he does, Kitty. I will soon see. We will return for the last act of gun smoke in just a moment. Afternoon, almost 100,000 cheering people will pack Cleveland's municipal stadium for the annual baseball classic, the All-Star Game. I guess there isn't a fan in the country who wouldn't like to be there. And you folks who are going will notice towering above Center Field, the mammoth Chesterfield scoreboard. Now, if you visited the American League dugout tomorrow, you'd want to say hello to the Yankees' famous catcher, Yogi Berra. He's a Chesterfield smoker. Has been for seven years. And as he puts it, they're mild and they taste great. Yogi likes the regular size. Across the field in the National League dugout, there's another man you'd want to meet. The fabulous Stan the Man Musial of the St. Louis cards. It stands 11th All-Star Game in his 11th year with Chesterfields. Now, he likes a long smoke, so he buys Chesterfield king size. What a pair they are. Musial and Berra. And what a pair these are. Chesterfield king size at the new low price and Chesterfield regular. It's America's most popular two-way cigarette. Try Chesterfields yourself. They satisfy millions. They're best for you. Hello, Tally. You going to introduce me to the lady? Nobody has to introduce anybody here, mister. My name's Kitty. Kitty, huh? Well, my name's Ken Tally. How about having a drink with me, Kitty? Sorry, I'm busy. Oh, come on. You ain't busy. You heard it, Tally. Going back to the bar, huh? You sure something ain't you, Marshal? Why don't you get going? Okay. Okay, I'll go. Sure, I will. Is he crazy or just drunk? I don't know, Kitty. Anyway, I'll bet he gets into trouble before the night's out. Now, if he does, there's plenty of room in jail for him. I take it you've already got a grudge against him. Yeah, I sure have, but it's not on my account. Huh? Who's? An innocent little fella called Sam Peoples. Sam Peoples? Yeah. Hey, wait a minute. Like a fight startin'. Yeah. You stay here, Kitty. I'll be on the floor in a minute. All right, hold it there. Hold it. What's the trouble, Marshal? You and this man settle your differences some other way, Joe. I won't have any gunplay here. Gunplay? Well, we weren't fighting, Marshal. Was we, Jim? No. We were just haranguing each other, so... Me and Jim always talk like that, Marshal. Don't we, man? Yeah. Let's go! Well, look at that, Marshal. Kim Tyler's runnin' off with the cow. Come on, Kitty, let's go outside and look at the moon. Sure. Right. And I'll rub the rest of this bottle around in your face when you get up. All right, get out of the way, Kitty. Gladly, Matt. A fool you, didn't I, Marshal? Yeah, you're sort of a fool. There's eight of us here. You think you can whip all of us? No. No, I don't, Joe. Not any of you. Well, then you're gonna get whipped. Come on, man. Just stay where you are, all of you. I'd be a fool to mixin' a brawl with all of you men. I don't aim to try it. Looks like you ain't got much choice, Marshal. And we're gonna beat you about half to death. No, you're not. No? What's to stop us? Don't look like nobody in here is gonna help you out. I'm carrying a gun, Joe. Oh, that. That don't bother us, none, Marshal? Does it, man? Yeah. Yeah. See, Marshal, we don't care about your gun. There's too many of us. Aren't you forgettin' somethin', Joe? What? I don't wear this gun to kill snakes with the way you meant to. I'll have bullets and at least three of you before you get off a shot. And you'll be the first. What's the matter with you men? He's just bluffing. He's scared half to death, right now. Joe, Joe. Don't get about it, Joe. Don't be angry at him all the time. Then I'll fight him. I ain't so bad with a gun. Don't try it, Joe. If you shoot me, the boys will take care of you. Don't do it, Joe. I'm tellin' ya. Ah, what's it, Kansas, Marshal? No. No. Ah! Oh, my! She's here. She's here. She's here. She's here. She's here. She's here. She's here. She's here. Well, who's next? Any more of you men want to die in this place? All right, then get outta here and get on back to camp. Move. But he ain't singin' very loud. How's your jaw, Telly? Busted. Doc said you busted it on this side right here. I'm sorry. I guess I must've lost my temper. You sure did, Marshal. But the fight's out of me now. I'm plumb sober. You heard about Gil Chote? Chester told me. Chote shouldn't have gone up against you. No, he shouldn't. Well, now he's dead. Don't matter none, I guess. What doesn't matter? Chote's the man that killed Bud Cowan, Marshal. That's why I made him come to town for Doc. Kind of punish him that way. Oh? Shot Cowan in the back. But I had to protect Chote anyway. You know how it is. What about Sam Peoples, Telly? Oh, yeah. Well, I wrote you a letter from Texas, Marshal, saying it was a lie. Anyway, I'm selling them cattle. I ain't gonna be outta here in two days, Marshal. Uh-huh. Okay, Telly, get going. We... can be friends now, can't we, Marshal? You have a hear of a lawman with friends. We must have a couple. Yeah. Yeah, I have. A couple. So long, Telly. I'll tell Sam Peoples that, uh... you didn't mean it. Here is our star, William Conrad. Thank you, George. You know, it's a wonderful cigarette tonight. I mean Chesterfield, of course. My cigarette. King size or regular, Chesterfields give you the taste and mildness you want every time you light up. So give them a try. They satisfy millions. You'll like them, too. Transcribed under the direction of Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal. Tonight's story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Messon, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Featured in the cast were Harry Bartel, Vic Perron, John Daener, and Lawrence Dobkin. Farley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal, fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in Gunsmoke. Filter tip smokers, this is it. L and M filters. 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