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You're a big capper, but I ain't afraid of you. There's no reason you should be. You're awful big. Man would be a fool to go against you without a gun, wouldn't he? But wouldn't he? Mister, have a drink. No. Here, have this instead. I always carry an extra gun in my belt. I don't want your gun. Well, I can't fight you listen, you have a gun, you're too big. We've got no cause to fight, mister. You take your gun back. You're free. You're a coward. You're a sneaking coward. Don't you push it, mister. I said you're a coward. All right, fella. You've had enough. Are you? You keep out of this. I am wearing a gun, mister. And I'll bend it across your skull in a minute. Oh, you're the Marshal. Get out of here. Go on, move. Suppose I ought to thank you, Marshal? No need. Name is Foss Capper. You know, most men around Dodge do wear guns, Capper. I've had enough of Python, Marshal. Well, then where was that? By the war. Had it from the Harper's Ferry all the way to Richmond. You know, a man gets tired of killing him. Yeah, I know. Mr. Dillon? Yeah, what is it, Chester? Mr. Dillon, Ben Stasel's out there in the street. So? He's about to beat up one of his riders. I suppose it has to do with his sister, I gather. Yes, it sure does. And Kerry's there, too. All right, let's go. Oh, I declare that poor Kerry. Mr. Dillon, she was trying to load their wagon all by herself. And this rider, Stasel, has come along, and he was helping her when Stasel himself come up and got real sore about it. Stasel doesn't deserve a sister like Kerry. She's as nice as he is, mean and ugly. There they are. Yeah. Well, say, where's that cowboy? He's lying on the ground behind Stasel. Well, I sure didn't hear no shooting. Get back to loading that stuff, Kerry. You hear me? Yes. I hear you, Ben. Well, I hope you didn't kill him, Stasel. He's all right, Marshall. I only knocked him down. Well, I'll go get some water from over there. I should have killed him. For what? Trying to help Kerry do a man's work? Kerry's my sister, Marshall. What she does ain't no business a year. No, but you're keeping men away from her. The way you do is going to lead to real trouble one of these days. My trouble, Marshall. Not if you kill somebody. You know, I guess men don't like the way you treat her. There's somebody else trying to help her. All right. Now, by him, you just take it easy, Stasel. That man's not wearing a gun. Then he better go get one. What do you think you're doing, stranger? My box seemed a little heavy for a lady to be lifted. Please, Ben. He meant no harm. You know this man? He told me his name. Kerry, you're turning into a regular doxy. I wouldn't talk like that, mister. You shut up. Are you going to beat me like you did the other fellow? There's been enough fighting for one day. Stasel, your wagon's loaded. So why don't you get going? All I can say to you, mister, you better get yourself a gun. Get up on the seat, Kerry. Good day, Miss Kerry. Goodbye, Mr. Capper. How did you get mixed up in this, Capper? I was curious or followed you out. And I seen her struggling with that box. Couldn't just stand there and watch her, could it? You just remember something. Someday, Stasel's going to kill somebody over here. Well, I sure hope it won't be me. And you know what to do, huh? Yeah. Yeah, I know what to do, Marshall. You've heard Bobby Haggard whistling it on radio and television. Right now, a country-style version. Okay, partners? Packs more pleasure. Packs more pleasure. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. It stands to reason a cigarette made better and packed better, smokes better, tastes better. And Chesterfield is more perfectly packed by Accure. This electronic miracle removes human error in cigarette manufacture. So Accure 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. The woman's always shopping, Matt. Whether she buys anything or not. I believe that. Mary Stansel. Oh. Well, sure. Have you seen that force capper driving her wagon? Well, where have you been the last few weeks, Matt? He drives her wagon every time she comes down. He does? Well, sure. He rides out, meets her partway, ties his horse behind, and they drive him together. And this has been going on for a couple of weeks, yourself? Oh, but at least. Ben Stansel hasn't found out, I take it. I doubt if cappers ever showed himself anywhere near the ranch, Matt. Oh, you think he's afraid? Don't you? Maybe he only wants to avoid a fight. Isn't that the same thing? No, not necessarily, Kitty. Oh, if he wasn't a coward, he'd be wearing a gun, wouldn't he? I don't know, Kitty. I haven't decided about force capper. Look at them, Matt. They're so wrapped up in each other, they don't even see us. No, Pa. This is the last time it's got to happen. I don't want to bring you no trouble, Carrie, but they won't stop seeing you. Um, she's smarter than he is. Yeah, maybe. You know, I guess she'll never be able to get away from that brother of hers. All right. Oh, Matt, look. Yeah. There's going to be trouble, Matt. Stansel looks awful, Matt. Well, I don't like to interfere in family matters, but it's time I guess I'm better. Yeah, you better hurry, too. Yeah, I will. Let's talk about it at home. Not here. We're going to settle this here and now. You ain't going to stop it, Marshall. I just want to be sure you remember that force capper doesn't carry a gun, Stansel. Dirty coward. Of course he doesn't. A gun wouldn't solve anything, Stansel. And it gets you killed at it's all things. Maybe for you, not for Carrie. I don't even want to hear you saying her name. You're going to have to hear it. Now, it's gone on long enough, Stansel, the way you treat her. What I do with Carrie ain't no business of yours. I want Carrie to marry me. Force. You never told me that. I've been thinking on it, Carrie. I figured to wait, but I guess there ain't time now for waiting. Oh, Force. Carrie's worked hard for you, Stansel. And you never gave her a thing of her own. You kept everybody from her for fear of losing her. She ain't a woman to you, a sister. She's nothing but cheap labor. I'll kill you sure now. No, you won't, cause you'd hang for it. I'll get you capper one way or the other. Carrie. Yes? You go on back the ranch and get what things you need. I'll be waiting right here for you tomorrow. No, Carrie. No, stop us, Stansel. You're gonna be free, Carrie. You make up your mind later about marrying. But you're gonna be free. Carrie. Stansel, you shut up. And don't you lay a finger on her. Or I'll just beat you to death. Go on now, Carrie. All right, boss. Noon tomorrow, Carrie. I'll be waiting. And you mind what I said, Stansel. Don't you try to stop her. I won't try to stop her. It's you I'm gonna stop her. You know, Marshal, I didn't mean to cause trouble when I come here. Yeah, maybe not, Carrie. But you sure done it. Listening to gun smoke in your favorite easy chair? Or out driving? Oh, there you are. In the kitchen. Say, you wanna make whatever you're doing more enjoyable? Have a Chesterfield. Enjoy Chesterfield's better taste than mildness. It stands to reason 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. 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. Better get on out there quick. It's fixing to happen. What? No, sir, she ain't. But Foss Chaper was waiting for her when her mother's come in. I didn't think Stancil would let her go without a fight. Oh, there's gonna be a fight all right. For some kind. Look how they're crowding him. You take for one man a hand. If the three of us can do it. Oh, you don't, Stancil. You keep out of this, Marshal. You don't think I'm gonna stand by and watch three men work over one, do you? Wait, Marshal. Yeah, what, Chaper? Now there ain't no other way. I'll take them on, all of them. It's got to be done. Wait a minute. Look who's coming yonder. It's Carrie. I told her to go back home. What? What? In the world doesn't matter with her. She looks like she got drug. You keep away from her, Cap. Shut up, Stancil. Leave him be. Carrie, what happened to you? They caught up with me. He had to talk. Here, I'll help you down. I got here anyway. He couldn't stop me. Did your brother do this to you? Did he knock you around and get back on that wagon and go home, Carrie? All right, hold it, Stancil. Let her talk. Carrie, did he do it? Yes. You sure need to convince him, Carrie. I told you to shut up, Stancil. Yes, Jerry. Yeah? Would you be good enough to take Carrie over to Miss Kitty's? Because I got a little business here. Uh, be glad to. Don't show most of it. You come on, say, Miss Carrie. All right, boys. Let's get to work. Wait just a minute, Stancil. I've changed my mind. What? I ain't gonna fight you. Not now. Not that way. We're gonna settle this for good and all. What are you talking about? Marshal Dillon, could I ask you a favor? What, Capper? Lend me your gun. All right, here it is. Thank you. Now, what's this? What are you two doing? Who ever heard of a lawman leaned in his gun? I think Capper's right, Stancil. This business has gotta be subtle for good. Now, he's the one to do it. Not me. Okay. And you can watch him die. You ready, boys? Wait a minute, Stancil. You didn't say nothing about no gunfight. What difference does that make? There's something about him. I don't like the way he wears that gun. He looks kind of professional to me. He's nothing but a tin horn, and he's a coward at that. He ain't no coward. And I ain't having no part of this. Come on, Bob. Let's don't be fools. Now, you're fired, both of you. Good. Was he right, Capper? Are you a gunman? You can find out. He's enough. You gonna stay in there and allow this, Marshall? I can't stop it now. Well, I think he is a gunman. I think he's a killer, Stancil. You're through. Get going. Remember I told you? A man gets tired of killing. I had a feeling it was more than a war that did it. I thought I was all through wearing a gun. That's why I asked Carrie to marry me. So, you tell her for me, Marshall. Tell her I was ready to kill her brother. I can't ask her to marry me now. That day you'll always come when I'll have to put on a gun again. Not against Stancil. Well, there's others. A man like me, he's got enemies. Why don't you tell her about it yourself, Capper? It wouldn't be fair. I'd be influencing her the wrong way, just being there. Will you do it? It's too late. Huh? I'm behind you. She didn't go to Carrie's. She was waiting to see what happened. Yeah. She saw you, Capper. Gun and all. She doesn't look like she's coming to tell you goodbye. Oh, she doesn't. Does she? 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. You know, writers like Ned Buntline drew exaggerated word pictures of the West, yet they did no real harm. But next week, two writers from New York come to dodge under the cause of an Indian massacre. And that was the West. Good night. Gun smoke produced and directed by Norman McDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. Our story was specially written for Gun Smoke by John Messon with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Lawrence Dobkin, Vic Perrin, Gene Bates, Barney Phillips, and Harry Bartell. Harley Bear is Chester and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Live modern. Smoke 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. 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