 Down Dodge 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. Marshal and the smell of guns smoke. Gun smoke. Starring William Conrad, the 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, and it makes a man watchful. And a little lonely. People today go more, take their pleasures with them. This is the lively life, the life for Pepsi Cola. Light, bracing, clean tasting Pepsi. So think young. Say Pepsi, please. Take Pepsi wherever you go. So go ahead and fix a drink. Let's you drink. Young as you sing. Yes, get the right one. The modern life went. Now it's Pepsi. For those who think young. Like my new buggy, Matt. Hey, that's a nice rig. Nice. It's the beauty. It sure is. Doctor took me for a drive up the Arkansas way, and this buggy rides about as easy as anything else I've ever been. Yeah, it's okay for summer. What do you mean for summer? Oh, you can't drive that thing around in the snow, can you, Doc? He wouldn't even get out of dodge. I don't know why we stopped to talk to him at all, Kitty. Besides, I thought you were supposed to have left town, Matt. I'm leaving right now, Doc. Oh, where you going, Mrs. That's just when I arrived and I went to El Cater. What for? Word came in that Kerry Post has holed up over there. Kerry Post? I never even heard of him. Now he's a killer from the Dakota Territory. El Cater's as far south as he's ever been. I don't know him either, Kitty. Well, I've got this picture on a wanted poster. Yeah, I was in El Cater once, Matt. It's a nice little town. Yeah, so I've heard. Well, at least if you've never been there, well, nobody knows you. You see? And you can ride in free and easy. Well, that ought to help, sir. It will, Kitty. A lot. Well, good luck, Matt. Thanks, Kitty. I'll see you both when I get back. I swear, Miss Dylan, as El Cater's duster and dodge is. I can't hardly see to breathe. You can't what? I can't do nothing but buy a glass of beer. Now then, let's try the saloon here. Looks like it's gonna place us in there to get acquainted. I don't need no persuading. Well, what do you have, gentlemen? Eh, you got some beer? Of course we have. I make it too, bartender. Okay. Looks like we're gonna have company, Miss Dylan. What? You fellas are strangers here, ain't you? Uh, yeah. Yeah, we are. That's what I thought. Gramps is my name. Cicero Gramps. No, I ain't asking yours. Don't get me wrong. We got nothing to hide. My name's Dylan. This is Chester Proudfoot. I do. Well, welcome to El Cater, gentlemen. I'll tell you something else. You buy me a beer and I won't ask no question. But I'll talk to you. Providing you're honest, of course. I won't talk no crook. Well, we're pretty honest, Gramps. Cicero or do. Okay. Bartender, make that three beers, will you? Three beers. I thank you, Dylan. And you, too, Mr. Chester. El Cater, pretty lively town, Cicero? Yeah, twas and taint. What? Yeah, twas lively, tainting them more. Oh. Well, why's that? Joe Fye, he done it. Come here two weeks ago and there ain't been a fight since. All right. Yeah. See you, beer. Oh, thank you. Yeah, tell me about this, Joe Fye, Cicero. Well, well, well, Joe Fye, he don't bother me, Dylan. I'm a peaceful man. I don't even carry a gun. It's the wild ones. Fellas like Cherry Post and such all that Joe Fye gets after. Did you say Cherry Post? Take it easy, Cicero. That's all right. Cherry Post ain't here no more. Joe Fye ran him out of town right off. He run three other fellas out, too. Oh, what for? Of course, he won't stand for no disordered. That's why. They was all gunmen, too. Bad. With Cherry Post, he said he'd wait till somebody shoots Joe Fye and then he's coming back. This Joe Fye must be quite a gunman himself. Oh, my, none better. We need a man in the whole country to stand up to him. How's that so? Yeah, been here two weeks. Nobody's faced him yet. Well, if nobody ain't faced him, how do you know he's such a good gunman? You can find out just through when you see him. Yeah, don't make no sense to me. What's his game, Cicero? Why does he want a Ronald Cater? Well, it's his job, Dylan. His job? Sure. Joe Fye's a United States Marshal. He's a what? He's a United States Marshal. Now, what's wrong with that? Cicero, maybe you don't know it. There's only one United States Marshal in this whole territory and he's standing by. Hold it, Chester. We'll find out what's going on here soon enough. Yes, sir. Meantime, don't worry about Joe Fye. He isn't after you. No, he won't bother you none, Chester. But Dylan here, and that's different. What do you mean? 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Take a fun run in the car that got 25.09 miles per gallon to win both first and second in Class C of this year's Mobile Gas Economy Run, the View X Special at your dealers now. You know, Mr. Hunt, I don't like El Cater no better than I did on your first road in. Well, it's no San Francisco, that's for sure. Good afternoon, gentlemen. Hello. I don't believe I've seen you, man, in El Cater before. Well, we've never been here before, that's probably the reason. Staying along? No, he, uh, hadn't thought about it, want to wear the other. You know who I am? Marshall Fye, isn't it? I don't like gunmen here. Well, I ain't no gunman. I was thinking more of your friend than you. You move in pretty fast, Marshall. I mean business, gentlemen. If you make trouble here, I'll kill both of you. What? Many a man has died, it was a little slow believing me, mister. You've killed a lot of men, huh? Everyone that's ever crossed me. How many said? Well, I don't keep count, it don't matter. No, I don't guess it does. Say, is there a fellow looking for pleasure? He sure is, isn't he? I won't tolerate that. You gonna stop him if I have to kill him? Oh, no, look, you can't do that. Just a minute, just a minute. They must be friends of his, they're sure. Shutting him up. Yeah, they told him. You see, they're pointing over here at me. The man didn't know. He hasn't been to town since I took over. He sure did calm down fast enough. There he goes, mild as milk. You should thank those men for that. They just saved his life. That's a pretty tight town you keep, Fye. And don't you forget it, either of you. Good day. Well, oh, a bloat, a mean hog-headed man I ever did see. I don't know whether it's his being smart or everybody else around here being stupid, but it's sure working. How do you mean? He's got them all buffaloed. He hasn't had to fight once. Did you see how he handled that cowboy? He let those other men do his work for him. And with us, he waited until he was sure that we knew about his reputation before he got tough. You mean you don't think he's a gunman at all? I don't know what he is, Chester, but I got an idea how I might find out. How? I'll show you. And if I can take care of Joe Fye, then all I'll have to do is sit here and wait for a carry poster right back in the town. The first thing I did was to go to the general store and buy an old Navy pistol and a worn-out holster and a cartridge belt. And from there, we went back to the Alamos Saloon that spent the next two hours talking to Cicero Grimes. This time, I told him who I was. And after I explained the whole deal to him a couple of times, he seemed willing to sit in. There's only one thing I don't like about Marshall Dillon. What's that? It's voting you guessed it's wrong. Voting Joe Fye is something of a gunman after all. I ain't got no bullets in my gun. Oh, don't you worry about that, Cicero. I'll be right there. Well, it still could go wrong. If it does, I'll get shot. That's a chance you're taking to help the law, Cicero. You don't have to do it if you don't want to. But you get paid for taking chances with Marshall. I don't. No, you don't. But there's one thing. You'll be a kind of a hero. Say, a wheel won't I? Sure, and everybody will be buying you drinks from here on out, Cicero. Or you'll be famous like George Washington and all him fellas. Yeah, say, that's getting paid kinda, ain't it? Well, sure it is. How come you picked me for this job? There's just lots of fellas who could help you out. No, no, they're not. You're the only man in town that's least expected to stand up to Joe Fye. You've never even worn a gun before. I sure ain't. I don't believe in guns. Yeah, but don't you see, Cicero, this way we're really gonna show him up. Yes, sir, I guess you're right, Marshall. I sure hope nothing bad happens. I promise you I'll do everything I can, Cicero. But in a deal like this, something can always go wrong. I won't try to fool you about that. You know, that's what I like about you, Marshall. You don't try to hide nothing from me. You all set then? Yeah, I guess so. I sure feel funny with that your gun on my hip. Well, you will find, Cicero, even if it ain't loaded. Well, let's get going. All right, Cicero, you get out in the middle of the street now. He's quite a fella, ain't he, Miss Dylan? Yeah, he sure is. I hope I'm right about this. I'd hate to see him get hurt. Okay, you get up there to that alley and do a shooting for him, Chester. Then you come on back before anybody sees you. Yes, sir. Joe Fyre, come on out and play, Marshall. All right, that's enough shooting, Chester. Come on back. Come, Miss Dylan, right across the street. Yeah. All right, what's going on? What's the matter with you, Cicero? There ain't nothing the matter with me, Marshall Fyre. What are you doing with that gun? I'll take it off. You didn't know about me, did you? No, talking like that. It'd be better for you if I was drunk, but I ain't. I always do my gun fighting flumps over. Have you gone crazy? I tell you something, Joe Fyre, the reason I spend so much time in the saloon there is to forget all about the men I killed. But sometimes I can't forget. Then I put my gun on and go out and I kill me another one. Oh, Cicero, ain't making much sense, Miss Dylan. You're drunk and you're lying. No, am I? Now, you get your hand away from that gun, Cicero. I'm warning you. I can't, huh? You're not going to shoot anybody, especially me. Sure I am. I just told you, didn't I? I got to do it, Fyre. I'm sorry, Fyre, but I got to do it. Now, I've had enough of this. Cicero, you get your hands up before I kill you. No, you don't know you don't share with me. Now, I never saw a man so anxious to die. Now, you do as I say. No. No, I won't do nothing you say. You can't hurt me. You don't know it, but you can't hurt me at all. I can kill you. Go ahead, try it. Go on. Go on. There's no man in the world who can beat me, and you know it. I don't know it. I ain't never seen you shoot. Nobody has, but you're just about to see me. Well, the last time, you take your hands off that gun. Watch me, Fyre. Watch me now. I'm just about to draw. I'm about to draw everybody. Go on. Shoot him, Cicero. Get it over with. Okay, I will. I will. I'm going to do it. I'm going to do it right now. Don't pull that gun. Wait a minute. I'll make it easy for you, Fyre. I'll shoot you right in the head, so you won't suffer so much. Right in the nose, maybe. Now, look. Look, Fyre. I got you covered. You didn't even try to draw. Don't you kill me. Please don't kill me. Now, don't shoot, Cicero. Don't shoot me. I wouldn't draw on you. I was only fooling. But you're all through fooling out, Joe Fyre. Please. I'll take that gun. Give it to me. Come on out, everybody. Hey, fellas, look at here. My gun ain't even loaded. See? You're all through, Joe Fyre. Go find your horse and ride him out of town. You ain't no U.S. Marshal anyway. You've been lying the whole time. Now, go on. Get going. You wait here, Chester. I want to talk to Fyre. What a short man, Fyre. He's taking my win bag. Come on. Fyre. Wait a minute, Fyre. I'd like to talk to you a minute. Leave me alone. I only want to ask you a couple of questions, then you can go. Ask me what? About this U.S. Marshal business. Is that your idea? Look, all my life, I wanted to be alone, man. Oh? Why? Maybe so as everybody would sort of look up to me. If you wanted to be a law man, why didn't you go be one somewhere? Why did you have to come here and lie about it? You don't understand it. I couldn't be a law man, not a real one. Why not? Well, you saw what happened with Cicero Grimes. I'm a coward, mister. That's what I am. Coward. I always have been a... I couldn't be a Marshal, not for long. That takes somebody... with somebody like you, maybe you could be a Marshal. But you're saying that the only reason you came here and told everybody you were the law was just a kind of a... game you were playing, sort of like a kid. Like a kid? I guess you're right. I thought maybe you had some other reason for wanting to run this town. Oh, no. No, I'm not a crook, mister. I never did anything bad. I believe you. I want to go now. I want to get out of this place. Okay. But there's just one thing. What? You go on wearing guns and somebody's gonna kill you, sure. I never wore a gun in my life till I came to El Cater. I always wanted to, but... I just never dared. Kind of fun while it lasted. So long, mister. The profits of doom were never more wrong. There's a total of $340 billion in United States savings accounts. $10 billion a year and more is being spent on research. America's growing total national output exceeds $505 billion. Too much arithmetic to grasp. Send for the free booklet The Promise of America, box 1919, send your name and address to box 1919, New York 19 for the free booklet. Know why a strong America can and will grow stronger still. Yeah, what, Chester? We've been here in El Cater most a week and that carry post ain't showed up yet. How do you know he ain't gone back to Dakota Territory? Maybe the word about Joe Fai hasn't got so, I bet. But I can't wait much longer. Yeah, Martin Marshall. It's Dylan, sister. I'm sorry, I just keep forgetting. Oh, that is a fall hog. You fellas are sure right. Everybody, even strangers, been doing nothing, buying me drinks and listening to my story. But don't you worry, Marshall. I mean, Dylan, I'm really careful about what I tell him. Say, you know something else? The bartender at the Alamo's hung that old Navy pistol I used over the bar. I guess it's kind of famous already. Well, it ought to be. It made the whole town of El Cater ashamed of itself for getting took in. That's what the bartender says. You should make him remember, I guess. Goodness, that fellow coming and sure raising a lot of dust, what's he in such a hurry for? Oh, boy, that Marshall. Yeah, I see him, sister. What is it, Miss Dylan? It's a carry post, Chester. You two stay out of the way, now. No, not me, I ain't. I'm gonna stay here and watch this. Yeah, I'd say, except right here, sister, of what you mean to him, Dylan. I don't know you. You've been a long time getting back to town. What are you talking about? You know, if I left a week ago, he had your buffalo, didn't he? Now, look here, mate. Shut up. This may upset you, some post, but I'm a real Marshall. What? Matt Dillon from Dodge. I've been waiting for you. No. And I'm taking you back with me, post. What for? I never even seen you for now. You wanted for murder in Dakota Territory, and you know something else? I don't expect one bit of trouble out of you. Now, Marshall. Taking your gun post easy, just like this. Sure, sure, sure, Marshall. I wouldn't make no trouble. I want to take it. I got it. Now, you get back on your horse. We're leaving for Dodge. Yeah, sure, sure. Hey, Clarence Dillon, that was the easiest thing I ever seen. How'd you know he wouldn't fight? Well, it's nothing but a murderer, Chester. He's not a fighter. Well, you got him, and you got Joe Fye, too. Him pretending to be a Marshall. It sure was worth it coming up here. I don't know, Chester. Joe Fye ran this town pretty well. But now the lead's off. It's too bad I could not lift him alone. He was doing fine. Hey, this is Dennis James to make a point about reliable, effective Kellogg's all-brand. Repeat after me, please. What do you want when you need brand? What do you want when you need brand? Reliability. Reliability. Now, what do you get in Kellogg's all-brand? What do you get in Kellogg's all-brand? Reliability. Right. 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KRLD time now seven o'clock. Stay tuned for The World Tonight over CBS Radio. This is CBS News in Washington, Paul Niven reporting, The World Tonight. The coming to power of Władysław Gomułka, his Communist Party boss in Poland in 1956, was a bold innovation in post-war Eastern Europe. Gomułka ended some of the harsh repression of the Stalinist years, permitted a modicum of political ferment and discussion, and most importantly perhaps negotiated a truce with the Roman Catholic Church and its Polish prelate Cardinal Wyszynski. In recent months that truce has been disintegrating, and this weekend may be recorded as the time of its final collapse. In the speech yesterday, Gomułka accused the church of deliberately seeking martyrdom and trying to provoke persecution. He implied that the Vatican was putting the Polish Catholic hierarchy in a difficult situation. Today the Cardinal replied, in a Sunday morning sermon Wyszynski said boldly, I tell you, Caesar, that you will bow to your God and that you will serve only him and no one else. Satan is mighty, but man will not bow his head before him. In the Congo today there was a rare display of cooperation, and now that story. Congolese soldiers of the Communist-backed Antoine Gizenga regime today got together with UN forces for an unusual joint project. It's a military mopping up operation against the so-called leopard men, the cannibals who have been terrorizing whites in an Arctic Kivu province. 150 UN Moean troops and 50 of Gizenga's Congolese soldiers organized at Kindu for a 200-mile drive against the terrorists. Meanwhile, there are reports of cautious moves toward a political rapprochement between Gizenga and President Joseph Kasevubu. Secret feelers are said to have been carried by businessmen and travelers passing unimpercably between Leopoldville and Stanleyville. From Paris tonight, a CBS News correspondent on brief leave from the Congo takes a long and rather optimistic look at the situation there. Blaine Latel reports. This reporter has spent a good part of the day staring down at the keyboard of his typewriter and hoping to complete, in 25 words or less, the sentence which begins, I think the Congo problem can be solved because the sentence remains unfinished. Perhaps it should start, I don't think the Congo problem can be solved because but this sentence doesn't seem to lead anywhere either and a strong compulsion develops to give up the whole exercise to forget the Congo and spend the rest of the day strolling down the streets and boulevards of this beautiful springtime city. Perhaps this would really be the best solution because we in the West and perhaps those in the East too seem to be in too great a hurry over the Congo. We want a solution. History is moving fast, we say, and history demands a conclusive end to this problem. Either that or we say, the Congolese are incapable of solving their problems and therefore we, meaning the United Nations, must solve their problems for them. In the short time since last July when the Congo became independent, the Congo tried to solve its own problems and failed and the United Nations tried to solve the Congo's problems and failed too. What this reporter would like to suggest now is that history not judge the Congo too quickly or that if we must make a judgment that we judge the Congo and what has happened there by Congolese standards and not our own. And by Congolese standards, things are not going so badly, not so badly at all. As a matter of fact, by Congolese standards, things are going quite well indeed. Mr. Lumumba is dead, the manner of his death shocked and convulsed the outside world. But in the Congo, his murder was accepted as normal and his departure from the scene removed the one major roadblock to an eventual solution of the Congo's problems. Now, the leaders of the Congo, or the vast majority of them, have concluded what they feel is the most successful conference they have ever conducted. The so-called Summit Meeting in Madagascar, at which they decided to bury, along with Mr. Lumumba, his idea of a strong centralized government for the Congo and substitute a loose confederation of states. Unworkable, we may say, too many governments, potential anarchy, balkanization. But to the Congolese, it is the only way. Their new government is built on the solid foundations of tribal loyalties. Each leader of any importance gets his share of the Congo, his rich and big, or small and impoverished piece of geography. But it is his, and it is more than he would have received under any other plan. And there you have it. The slow beginning. We may not be happy, but the Congolese are. And what is more, they have done this themselves, and now they are proud. And little by little, changes will take place. Tribalism will begin to disintegrate, and then perhaps the time will come for still another form of government. But the pace in the Congo is slow, and we must try to keep in step. Any attempt to set the pace ourselves to quicken the step would, in the opinion of this reporter, only lead back to confusion, chaos and death. And the Congo, in its very brief history of independence, has had enough of these. This is CBS News in Paris. Another story from Paris, the arrival of a new American ambassador covered by CBS News correspondent David Schoenberg. General James Gavin, hero of the U.S. who dropped at Bastogne in World War II, the youngest general in the U.S. Army at the time in his mid-30s, has returned to Europe today still young and vigorous at 50 to begin a new career and a new kind of life as ambassador to France, one of the major and most difficult diplomatic assignments in the Foreign Service of the United States. France is one of our oldest allies. It is the only major nation in the world that never fought a war hot or cold against the United States. That has always been on our side in every major battle that we fought, but that nevertheless is frequently in conflict with us politically. Ambassador Gavin will have to deal with President de Gaulle, a difficult man with a view...