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Better try them. And now, Gun Smoke, starring William Conrad. This ain't much of a room quarter. Take a look out the window, it ain't much of a town. Wouldn't need a whole lot more dust down there, you couldn't see Dodge at all. That'd be an improvement. But things will work out. They always have, haven't they? You got a short memory quarter. Didn't work out so good up in Deadwood. Well, at least we didn't get shot. Now, things will go better here. I hope so. What kind of lawman they got here, I wonder? We'll soon find out, ought to be along any minute now. I sent word we'd like to have a talk right away at the hotel here. By the way, Carter, who's gonna do the talking this time? I'll do it. It must be him. You let me handle this now, Dougan. Okay. Come in. My name's Matt Dillon. Well, I'm Ben Corder, Marshal. This is my partner, Harry Dougan. Hello. That and I, Marshal. You asked me to come here, you said it was urgent. Oh, it is, Marshal, it is. You see, Dougan and me, we're business partners. And whenever we come to a new town like Dodge here, we like to get to know whoever's running the place. That way we figure there won't be any misunderstanding later on. Well, what is your business, gentlemen? We're gamblers. Well, what do you want of me, Dodge, is an open town? We make money gambling, Marshal. Sometimes a lot of money. We just want you to know in advance that you'll get your share of it. I'm a lawman, Corder, and as long as I am, there won't be any crooked games in Dodge. Oh, no, Marshal, you know how sometimes a player will lose a little money and start a fuss over it and then maybe even go to the law about it? And when he does, he's usually been cheated. Before he gets to the law, there's another killing. Now, you can run your game, Corder, but you keep it straight or out you go. Both of you. That's not friendly, Marshal. You made one mistake trying to bribe me. You make another and you're through in Dodge. One of those hard-nosed Marshal's, huh? You'll find out soon enough, Mr. Good day, gentlemen. You handled him great, Corder, just great. No, don't be a fool. He's no better than anybody else. But I got an idea we can persuade him yet. Chester. Yes, sir? How's the prisoner? Oh, he's all right, Mr. Dillon. Just sleeping off his drunk. Well, it's late. I think I'll get out of here and go to bed. Ugh. Don't forget to put the lamp out before you leave the office, Chester. No, sir, I won't. Shut up! You see anybody? You want a rifle? No, stay where you are. All right, you can crawl over now and put that lamp out, huh? But stay low. Yes, sir. And leave through. Can't we go in after, Mr. Dillon? He had a rifle, Chester, and he was in the alley just across the street. That's mighty poor shooting if he wanted to hit me. What do you mean? I think he was trying to scare me. Show me how they treat the law where he comes from. Oh, them two gamblers, huh? Yeah, maybe. I can't be sure. And I'm going to take a rifle and go off the back way. I'll see you tomorrow, Chester. Yes, sir. Good evening, Kitty. Sit down. Ah, thanks. Ah, it's crowded in here tonight. I'll get you a drink. No, no, not now, huh? Chester was in earlier. He told me about your getting shot at last night. Well, I didn't get hit anyway. But you might have, especially a man with a rifle. Kitty, I'll admit I don't like the idea of being ambushed. I prefer to do my fighting in the open. Matt, why do you have to fight at all? Why can't you live like other men? Well, somebody has to enforce the law, Kitty. Sure. Forget it, Matt. Any idea who was after you last night? Well, might have been one of those two men watching us from the bar over there. Maybe both of them. Oh. They look like gamblers to me. Yeah, they are. The one who's headed this way calls himself Ben Quarter. If there's going to be trouble. No, there won't be. Just sit still. Evening, Marshal. Hello. Ah, right, pretty girl. Say what you have to say, Quarter. I'm sure do make it hard to be friends, Marshal. I just wanted to say that I heard you got shot at last night. So? Well, I'm sorry it happened, that's all. I sure don't envy a man who has to be a Marshal. It's mighty dangerous. And besides, it usually don't pay very good. What do you think I ought to do about it, Quarter? Quit? Oh, that isn't necessary, Marshal. Why, if you were smart, you could stay right here and make more money and take less chances, too. I, uh, I didn't know for sure it was you, Quarter. But I know it now. What do you mean? There's a stage out of dodge in half an hour. You and Duggan are going to be on it. Oh, no, we're opening our new game across the street tonight. I'll take your gun, Quarter. Now, wait a minute, Marshal. You can't do that. Yes, I can. Oh, no, you won't. All right, Duggan, I want your gun next. Sure, Marshal. Sure. Down around, put your hands on the bar. All right, now go pick up your partner. You're right in the stage north tonight. Now get going, Duggan. Don't ever come back, either one of you. They got on the stage all right. I was there to see them do it. And just before it pulled out, I unloaded their guns and tossed them into the floor inside. And then they left, and I forgot about them. I figured these two, like so many others, I'd run out of dodge, would keep going and make their trouble somewhere else. But a couple of weeks later, I found out I'd figured wrong. I was walking up Front Street one evening with Doc. That humboldt woman was in to see me again today, Matt. Well, you're usually complaining about a shortage of patience, Doc. I know, but this woman's not a patient. She's a suicide. Doc, that might be said of anybody who comes to you. Oh, no, I'm going to remember that, am I? Mr. Dillon? Oh, hello, Doc. Hello, Chester. See, they're right inside. They're out of their guns there, Mr. Dillon. I just saw them. Oh, who'd you see, Chester? Them gamblers, Carter and Duggan, and they got somebody else with them. Some stranger. Oh, no. I'll see you later, Doc. Sure, Matt. Yes. There they are, right now at the end of the bar there. All three of them. Well, I'll be... Here he is. Here he is, Tocque. This is him. Well, we're back, Marshal. And we brought a man with us to sort of look after our interests. You won't baffle a hymn so easy. Hello, Tocque. You really, Marshal, here? Yeah. Why didn't they tell you? I didn't mention no name. What are you two talking about? What is this? Tocque Malin and I are old friends, Carter. We worked and rode a long time together. We went through quite a lot, didn't we, Tocque? Too much. Remember? Yeah, I remember. You've sold your gun to these two. Is that right? That's right. So you're here to kill me? Yeah. I'm here to kill you. Say, how are mourning appetites at your house? If they're pretty drowsy, here's a real good way to wake them up. Set a bowl full of post-toasties, the heat-good corn flakes at everybody's place. Just watch your folks take notice when they see how crisp post-toasties are and wait a late taste that sweet, kernel corn flavor toasted in. Bet your whole tribe will agree with you. Post-toasties are the best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it. And here's a thought if you'd like to make a good thing even better. Try topping post-toasties with your favorite fruit. You'll find that's a mighty good way to start the day. Fact is, it's a downright delicious way. So next time you shop, be sure to ask for post-toasties. They're the heat-good corn flakes. You'll see. Post-toasties, heat-good corn flakes. The best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it. The heat-good corn flakes. Post-toasties, heat-good corn flakes. Now back to gun smoke. It was a bad feeling to meet Toke Morlin again after some 15 years and to have him standing at the bar of the Alafraganza hired by a couple of crooked gamblers to kill me. Toke and I had run horses together over in New Mexico until the night we rode in the Silver City and got taken by a drunken mob and beaten half to death. It didn't matter who they were after or why. The next day when they found out that we weren't the men they wanted, it was too late. Something had gone wrong inside Toke. And as soon as he was able, he rode off without a word. I never saw him again. Until now. How long you been a marshal? Long time, Toke. I never figured Longman from much. I want to talk to you, Toke. Come on over to the table. Oh, no, you don't, Marshal. Come on, Toke. Sit down. Is this your profession now? Shooting people? I gamble a little. What do you do at Toke? I don't like people much. Not after what happened in Silver City. You recovered from that beating? We both did. We were young. It was a long time ago. Maybe my memory is better than yours. No. No, that isn't it. We both changed after that, Toke. We sure did. But we changed in different ways. You hate everybody. I just hate mobs. I guess that's one reason I became a lawman. There was a lawman helping them that night in Silver City. He was the sheriff. It wasn't bad. Like Marshals? I suppose. It's kind too bad you're a Marshal, Matt. You're going to go through with this anyway, is that it? I'll never back off from a fight. What if I won't fight you? You don't have to. I get paid anyway. But you'll have to leave, Dodge. Do you think I'll do that? No. But I'll give you 24 hours to think it over anyway. That gives you 24 hours too. I don't change. Talks nothing to me. Money is, huh? It adds to the pleasure. You're done. Enjoy shooting me? You ain't Matt Dillon. You're a U.S. Marshal. No, Toke. Toke, you're stupid. You don't think. Maybe, but I'm pretty good gunman. Yeah, sure. Matt, you can let Corder and Duggan run their game here. Or you can quit. It's a crooked game. There'd be fights. Men would die. No, I got a job too, Toke. 24 hours, Marshal. Okay. 24 hours. Chester, hello, Doc. Doc. You're looking mighty glum today, Matt. Am I? You should be. Why? Well, I've been over the Dodge House. And there's a lot of talk, Matt. I know you must have your reasons, but people are sure wondering what those two gamblers are doing back in town again. A little all be settled tonight, Doc. Well, I'm glad to hear it. Don't go to bed early, huh? We might need you. A fight, man? Boy, you didn't have any trouble with them before. Where you... Oh, that other fella they brought with them. Yeah, that one. Ain't there no way at all to stop him, Mr. Dillon? I've been trying to think, Chester. If there's anything in this world I hate, it's a paid gun. I got no use for a man that can be bought for a month. Money's important to Toke, but I don't see how... You know what Toke is now? Well, he was in the Texas Trail a little while ago. Good. I'll be back later. Well, it's Marshal Dillon. Sit down, Marshal. You know, Miss Kitty here. Hello, Matt. Kitty. You've been talking about you and me and Kitty. You've been talking about me, too. Well, then I'm not interrupting because I'd like to talk about you. Go right ahead, but don't stay too long. He's an awful pretty girl, Matt. Maybe I better leave. No, no. You stay right where you are. Anything the Marshal's got to say, we can all hear. You leave, I'll leave. It's up to you, Matt. It's all right, Kitty. Stay. Toke. $700. What if I give you $700? What, you shoot them? You don't care who you kill, do you? Don't matter much. No. All right, I'll give you $700 to clear out of here if I get this whole business. You have changed, Matt. You sure never were a coward in the old days. Is that what you think? So does Kitty. Don't you, Kitty? Don't tell me what I think, Mr. She's full of fire, Matt. She deserves a real man. No, I think I'll get my money from Carter and Duggan. I don't want to leave Dodge. Not till Kitty and me get a little better acquainted anyway. No, I am leaving. You're no good, Toke. You're really no good at all anymore. Wait till eight o'clock, Marshal. We'll see about it then. Sure. You just shot him, man. At the money table back there. But the other fellow drawed first. I'm Carter and Duggan. Yes, sir. Toke! Evening, Marshal. You got here just in time. Did you kill that man, Toke? I killed him. Why? When you objected to the deal, tried to pull a gun. It was self-defense. But that don't matter to none. A crooked deal always leads to killing. That's why I'm running your friends out of Dodge. You ain't running this out of Dodge, Marshal. Go on, Toke. Show him. This play, keep out of it. Well, sure, Toke. I didn't mean to shut up. I guess you ain't a coward after all, man. Now get out of Dodge. I'll take them with you. No. I'm going to try to kill me another lawman first. Okay, Toke. So long. So long, Marshal. Oh! It hurt, Matt. Bad. Yeah. You hit me. Both times. I had to, Toke. Too late to do anything about it. Yeah. Yeah, it's too late. By heaven, I wish I had last week back again, Matt. Here it is. Carter, get out of here. Any way you can, but fast. Sure. And if you come back with another gunman, I won't wait to shoot him. Now get away from me. In just a moment, we'll tell you about next week's adventure on gun smoke. Say, mother, want to see your small fry eat a better breakfast than ever? Well, may I suggest that you dish him up some sugar crinkles to start with? Sugar crinkles, you know, are more fun than a circus. Sugar crinkles is the sugar rice treat that's just right sweet. It's high time to forget the sugar-coated cereals that seem too sweet to you and those others that don't seem sweet enough to the kids. Just pour out crisp golden sugar crinkles and see how just right sweet a sugar-coated cereal can be. Just right sweet. Be sure to get several packages of sugar crinkles because they're great for snacks too. Kids love them that way. Kids love them anyway. Try sugar crinkles and you will too. For your breakfast or a snack you love sugar crinkles sugar crinkles can't be beat. Sugar rice treat that's just right sweet with milk for the breakfast jar. It's a snack from the pack, oh boy. Can't be beat. Just right sweet. Gun smoke under the direction of Norman McDonnell stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. Tonight's story was specially written for Gun Smoke by John Meston with music composed and conducted by Rex Coyle. Featured in the cast were John Daner, Harry Bartell and Lauren Stubbkin. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNeary is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Ken Peters speaking. 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