 Dodd City and in the territory on West there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers and that's with a U.S. Marshall and the smell of gun smoke. Smoked starring William Conrad, the transcribed story of the violence that moved West with Young America, the story of a man who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States Marshall. Chester, do you have to do that? You're just stirring up a lot of dust. Well, cleanliness is next to godliness, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, I know, I know, Chester, but all you're doing is getting it off the floor into the air. Man can hardly breathe in here. All right, Mr. Dillon. I'll do him a sweeping later. Good. My mother taught me that, Mr. Dillon. Thoughts you what, Chester? That cleanliness is next to godliness. She was a fine woman. Oh, look, Chester, it's a good saying and it's probably true and I got nothing against your mother except that she also should have taught you how to sweep. Well, maybe she just didn't have the time, Mr. Dillon. You see, there was an awful lot of us and what with chores and... Oh, hello, Doc. Come on, I'll buy you a drink. What? Doc said he'd buy you a drink, Mr. Dillon. He really said that? You're coming? Doc, you've got to quit throwing your money around the way you do. Maybe you don't need it, Doc. No, wait a minute, Doc. I'm with you. I'll tell you all about it when I get back, Chester. I'd be mighty interested, Mr. Dillon. Oh, sure be glad when it gets winter again. Why, Doc? You'll just complain about the cold, then. I suppose. You go sit with Kitty, Matt. I'll bring a bottle of Irish. OK, Doc. Hey, he wants someone to talk to, so he picked me and you. Fine. I'm a good listener. Lots of practice. You like Jameson's, don't you, Kitty? Sure, Doc. What are we celebrating? Eh, let's see here. We'll drink to a fella that you don't know. Huh? Cain Vesto. Well, here's to him. Yeah? Here's to him. Yes, he'll be dead in a couple of months. What? That's what I told him. What do you mean, Doc? I'm not the only one who's told him that. I'm just the last. Well, who is this Cain Vesto, Doc? Oh, just a fella came in on the train last night, leaving for Arizona tomorrow. That's where he's going to die, in Arizona. He's a musician. He plays the guitar, tells me. How's he going to die? Consumption. He's got it bad. I'm the last doctor who's going to ask about it, he says. Poor fella. Climb it out there, keep him going for a little while longer. Oh, I don't know. He's such a sad man for some reason. Well, who wouldn't be, Doc? No, no, no, no, Kenny. I think Cain's been sad for a long, long time. He's a very nice fellow, Tom. Nothing can help him, huh? No, nothing. You know, it's a funny thing, Doc. Just sitting here thinking. Sometimes you have to tell men they're going to die. Sometimes I have to. Yeah, that's all right, man. Oh, don't say it. See that fella with the car there? He just came in. Oh. Yeah. I don't think he knows anyone around here. You mind if I ask him over? Sure, you're partied, Doc. Oh, good. Cain, Cain, over here. Sit down, sit down. Cain, this is Kitty. Hello, Cain. Miss Kitty. This is Marshal Dillon. Hello, Marshal. Pleasure to meet you. Nice to meet you. There we are. Have a drink. Thank you, Doc. It's your first trip west, Cain? Yes, Marshal, it is. Well, where are you from? I'm no place in particular, Miss Kitty. I seem to spend most of my life on the Mississippi River. I thought you were a musician. I am. I was hired to ride the river boats and play my guitar for the passengers. Or at least you've had a constant change of scenery. After 20 years of going up and down that river, it got pretty familiar, Marshal. Cain, I know a young fellow back in St. Louis for the war, and he was learning to be a river pilot. See, I wonder if he ever ran into him, named a Clemens, Sam Clevens? No, Doc, I don't believe I did. Oh, he was a very amusing fellow. He was just chock-full of stories. You leaving Dodge tomorrow, Cain? I'm headed for Arizona, Miss Kitty. No reflection on Dodge, though. If you head a place out there called Tombstone, I wish you'd look up Virgil Earp for me. Tell him I sent you, huh? Thanks, Marshal. I'll do that. Say, Cain, I wonder, could I ask you a favor? Certainly, Miss Kitty, anything at all. Or would you play something for us? I had an idea that's what it would be. Anything in particular? Oh, play something you like, Cain. Another girl I knew used to like this one. We're going to stay here a while. Maybe you can teach me to play like that, huh? It'd be a pleasure, Miss Kitty. But I'm afraid I won't be around for long. Yes, sir, I know. But you went off with Doc yesterday, so I figured I had a little time coming today. Well, that depends on how you spend it. Now, if you've been gamblein', I am now, Mr. Dillon. You know I never gamble. No, sir, I was out helpin' a fellow learn to shoot a six-gun, that's all. Now, you mean there's a man in Dodge who doesn't know how? This fellow don't. Never had one in his hand before. He's a musician. What? Plays the guitar he told me. You mean Cain, Cain Vestal? Yeah, so that's his name. He's a nice fellow you'd ever want to meet. Yeah, but he was supposed to leave on the stage this morning. And what's he done with a six-gun anyway? Well, I don't know, Mr. Dillon. He just come by here early this morning and asked me if I'd teach him. Now, where'd he get the gun? Said he'd just bought it. Anything wrong, Mr. Dillon? No, no, it just doesn't add up somehow, it's all. Well, he won't cause any trouble. He's not the sort. You never know it, Chester. No, sir. My kitty looks pretty this morning. She's got a yellow pair, so, Mr. Dillon. Kitty? I'll go see her for a minute. I'll be right back, Chester. Yes, Mr. Dillon. Can I talk to you for a minute? Sure. What is it? I'm curious about something, Kitty. Maybe you can help me. Maybe. How long was Cain Vestal with you yesterday? Cain. Oh, well, he didn't leave till evening. Why? Well, he didn't go out on the stage this morning. And he's bought himself a six-gun. Are you any idea why? A gun? Doesn't sound like Cain. Anything happened yesterday, Kitty, or did he tell you anything at that time? Well, yeah, there was one thing, Matt. Joel Adams and a couple of his men came in. Cain got pretty upset when he saw him. Had a bad coffin spell. Later, he asked a lot of questions about Adams. Well, what'd you tell him? Just that Adams is a big landowner around here, that nobody who isn't working for him likes him very much. That's all I know, anyway. They didn't talk, Adams and Cain. No. I don't think they even know each other. Anyway, he sure isn't the sort to be packing a gun. You'll just get into trouble, Matt. Yeah. Where's he staying, do you say? Dodge house, I think. Thanks, Kitty. I'll see you later. Marshall Dillon, come in. Come in. Thank you. What can I do for you, Marshall? I, uh, I thought you were leaving Dodge on the stage this morning. Well, I was, Marshall, but I changed my mind. You know how it is. Sure, Cain, sure. Now we're glad to have you around. I, uh, I'm just curious, though. You're, uh, staying? Have anything to do with that gun you bought this morning? Oh, Chester told you. I thought he would. He's a good teacher, Marshall. Yeah. But that doesn't answer my question. Do I have to answer it? Just trying to help you, that's all. Yeah, I appreciate that, Marshall, but I'm afraid there's nothing you can do. Look, Cain, you're new in this country. A man like you just can't pick up a sixth gun and call himself a fighting man. Not an expect to live through it. I certainly lay no claim to be a fighting man. Then why did you buy that gun? There's no law out here against a man having a gun, is there, Marshall? No. But any man who carries one is expected to use it when the time comes. You'd be a lot safer without one. Being safe doesn't mean a whole lot to me, Marshall. Not now. Yeah, I know. Doc told me. What's it all about? It's a long story. And I know when I suppose. I'd really rather not talk about it. I can't force you to. But tell me this, does it have anything to do with Joel Adams? Yes, it does, Marshall. I'm going to kill him. When? I don't know. Any time. Well, why? That's a long story, I imagine. All right, Cain. But if you try to face him, he'll kill you before you got that gun halfway out of your belt. And if you shoot him any other way, you'll hang for it. You've forgotten something, Marshall? What? No matter what I do, I'm going to die soon anyway. A month or two isn't going to make any difference. You hate Adams that much? I wouldn't kill a man. I didn't hate what I. I didn't think you were the sort of man who'd kill anyone. Only Joel Adams, Marshall. Then I got a warning about you. I understand, Marshall. It's all right. He doesn't know me anyway. Never even saw me before. But you want to kill him? Yes, sir. Well, I'll take your gun away from me, but you'll just find another one. And I can't arrest you unless I catch you trying to bushwhack him. I'm sorry for the trouble I'm causing you, Marshall. You know, I've never had to deal with a man like you before, Cain. Maybe ought to just tie you up and throw you on that stage. You could. But I'd just come right back. I guess you would. I'm sorry this has to happen here in Dodge, Marshall. Then why don't you leave? I guess I hate Joel Adams too much. All right, Cain, I'm through trying to convince you. So long. Goodbye, Marshall. Still Marshall, I never saw him before last night. You must have known him somewhere, Adams. You're trying to make me all a liar, Marshall. I'm trying to save Cain's life and yours, maybe. No, he ain't going to shoot me. I'll kill him first time he looks sideways. Maybe you won't see him. Oh, shoot me in the back, eh? Well, in that case it. In that case what? Why, nothing, Dylan, nothing. Forget it. If Cain shot in the back, you'll be the first man I'd take in, Adams. I don't even know him. Why should I shoot him? I'm only warning you. Well, just leave me be, Marshall. I can take care of myself. See that you do, Adams, and only yourself. Why, sure, Marshall. I don't much like the idea of some stranger gunning for me. Makes me sort of uneasy. There must be some reason for it. Don't start it again, Marshall. Ain't no reason. I know. You've led a blameless life. You never hurt anyone. I told you twice, Adams. There are men around here who'd shoot you on sight if they thought they could get by with it. I don't think you were ever any good at him, so don't tell me Cain's got no reason. I don't believe it. You're pushing me now, Marshall. I'm tired of your talk, that's all. Maybe it's true you don't know him, but he sure knows something about you. Well, then he'll wish you didn't. That's all I got to say. Well, just keep out of his way. Give it a little time, and maybe there won't be any killing at all. Why, sure, sure, all the time in the world. All right, Adams, I've done all I can. Just don't worry about me. I'm not. Then goodbye, Marshall. Goodbye. Return for the second act of gun smoke in just a moment. But first, back tomorrow night. Pull up your chair, or better still roll back your rug. It's the Vaughn Monroe show returning to the stars address. Listen for Vaughn, the moon maids, the moon men, their wonderful way with popular music and songs, once again at their old familiar Saturday night time on CBS radio. Remember, they're coming back tomorrow night. You and the whole family are invited to this season's scintillating premiere of the Vaughn Monroe show on most of these same stations. Now, the second act of gun smoke. There's a trailhead doing in a couple of days, I suppose business will pick up then. You think those cowboys be too tuckered out after I like that to have any juice left in them at all, Mr. Dillon? They're too poor to cut loose any other time. Well, that don't stop them down in Texas, Mr. Dillon. No. It's just like an uncle mine back in Waco. He was poor, oh, he was mean poor. But he always said the only good money was to have fun with. Oh, did he have fun? But no, sir. He was too poor, like I said. All right, Chester, all right. All I ask is that you don't try to explain it to me. Well, but there's nothing to explain, Mr. Dillon. It's just that he was the one poorest man you'd ever. Marshall, say, you want to talk to Cain Bestel? What? Cain is upstairs in my office. He been shot? No, no, not shot. Me either. Well, how is he, Doc? Well, it's not too bad. A couple of cowboys found him just outside of town. They heard a shot and said two men rode off before they could stop them. And I guess whoever it was, they didn't have time to finish the job. They just got started working on him. So Adams made the first move, huh? I'll be back soon, Chester. Yes, Mr. Dillon. They hit him on the head with a gun butt and scratched him up some. Outside of that, he's fine. It's still a saw, even if they didn't kill him, Doc. Yeah, I suppose it is. Anyway, they took a shot at him when they heard those riders coming along. Went right through his coat. Yeah. They probably think he's dead. Didn't even give you a chance to use that gun, did he, Cain? I didn't have a gun on me, Marshal, but it wasn't he. It was they. Huh? Do you recognize them? Well, I don't know many people around here. You know Joel Adams, so you told me it wasn't Adam. Could you pick him out if you saw him again? No, Marshal, I don't believe I could. Where were you when they grabbed you, Cain? Into Front Street. When I was taking a walk after supper, they rode up behind me, went on each side, lifted me up, carried me out of town aways. You must have got a good look at them, at least when they got off their horses. It was too dark, Marshal. Doc, how long has he been here? Oh, about half an hour, Marshal, why? Those cowboys who saw you, Cain, they brought you right in here, didn't they? Yeah. So it was maybe an hour ago when those two men hauled you out of town? It was plenty light enough then. Was it, Marshal? You're gonna fight it yourself, aren't you? Yes, Marshal, it's my affair. It was, Cain, but you've been assaulted and shot at, so it's the law's business now. I won't prefer any charges, Marshal. You don't have to. I've seen you, and I know who did it, or who hired it done, as well as you do. Please, Marshal, I got to handle this my own way. There's a law that says you can't murder a man, Cain, and the same law says he can't murder you. Are you so full of hate, you can't get that through your head? I guess that's it, Marshal. All right, Cain, you do what you have to do, so will I. Not even midnight, that's early for you. You see how this Marshal's always trying to get me on the broad, boys? Yes, sir, it is. These boys are yours, play pretty rough themselves, Adams. Meaning? Didn't they tell you? Tell me what? What they did to Cain Vestal? They did not kill Cain Vestal, and you can't prove it. No, Adams, I can't. Cain isn't even dead. What? You know, I'm curious, Adams. Why'd you think he might be? Why, why did it? Somebody said he got himself hurt. You arranged this, Marshal. You know I didn't. Who is he? What did he want? Don't strain yourself, so you don't know me. Who are you? Cain Vestal. But my name doesn't matter. What are you haunting me for? Oh, I never saw you before in my life. That's true. You didn't, but we had a friend in common once. A friend? Who? Julie Travis. What about Julie? You were a riverboat gambler, then, Adams, and you had money and fine clothes and away with women, especially young girls. Julie was only 16 at the time. Never mind all that. So she went away with you to be married, you told her. Oh. I think I guessed the rest. You wanted to marry her, but I got her instead. Is that it? That's it, Adams. That's exactly it. Oh, now I thought you really had something on your mind, Vestal. Well, all right, why don't you get out of here and quit bothering people while you can still walk? Julie killed herself, Adams. She committed suicide. What? You didn't know that, did you? It's got nothing to do with me. Because you never married after all. It was just a year after you abandoned her in New Orleans. I think it has a lot to do with you, Joel Adams. What are your plans, mister? I see you've got a gun on your belt. Can it kill you? Or so? When? Right now. All right, Vestal, draw. Leave a gun where it is, Cain. One thing, I always promised myself, Adams. Someday I'd spit in your face. Why, you didn't do it. Give me the gun, Adams. Well, he was going to kill me. You hurt him. He wanted your dead, Adams, any way he could manage. I know it. That's what I say. You're under arrest for murder. For what? It was a gunfight. Cain never even moved for his gun. I'll hang for this. He couldn't have got me any other way. No, don't suppose he could have. Now, remember the river gamblers used to say, don't matter how you win so long as you win, that Cain should have been a gambler. Maybe he was. Come on, let's go. Gun smoke transcribed under the direction of Norman McDonald's star's William Conrad as Matt Dillon, US Marshal. Tonight's story was especially written for gun smoke by John Meston, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Featured in the cast were Harry Bartell, with Georgia Ellis and Larry Dobkin. Polly Bayer is Chester. Howard McNeer is Doc. Clancy Cassell speaking. Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, US Marshal, fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in gun smoke. This Sunday night, Edgar Bergen and company, and E. 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