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Hey, Dave, can you talk? Let's see. Dave, pull up, huh? Somebody shot him, Matt. Yeah. Let me see. Let me see here. Oh, yes, he got shot all right. Who did it, Matt? I don't know if you can bring him to. Maybe we'll find out. No, no, not this man. He's bleeding to death, Matt. There's nothing I can do to stop it. Can you tell how it happened, Doc? I mean, where the bullets went in. Oh, you don't need a doctor for that, Matt. His gun's still in his holster. Maybe somebody outdrew him. I didn't think about that. We'll see. It couldn't have been much of a fight, Matt. He'd be shot in the back. The bullet came out right here. He's bleeding. Can you get him to talk, Doc? He's too far, God, Matt. There's nothing anybody can do for him now. That makes a man feel pretty helpless to stand here and watch somebody bleed to death. Yeah. Probably doesn't even know who shot him. Maybe not. But he'd know who might want to. Every time there's a new moon, somebody gets murdered around here. Ah, here comes his brother. What happened, Marshall? How is he? He's unconscious, Joe. He's dying. You don't know what you can for him, Doc. There isn't anything I can do, Joe. The bullet went through his lung. Marshall, I can't understand it. Who chewed him down like this? All I was hoping you might have an idea, Joe. My brother ain't got an enemy in the whole country. Never heard a man say a word against him. Your brother's dead. It ain't right, Marshall. It just ain't right. Not Dave. Joe, listen to me. Think hard now, would you? Somebody shot him. What? Somebody was his enemy. No, nobody I know. Nonetheless, with some murder and riffraff, just killed him to be killing. He got to find out who did it, Marshall. Well, I'd like to. You better do it. Nobody gonna murder my brother and get by with it. It's a mighty poor thing that a decent man like Dave can get shot down. Nobody does nothing about it. I figure to do everything I can, Joe. 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I sure didn't care much about the way Joe Thorpe was going on about you not doing nothing. What'd you expect of a man? He's upset about his brother, Chester. They've always been pretty close. There's no cause for him talking the way it was. Oh, you'll get over it. Mr., I guess you're right. Joe will have to run their hide-buying business all by himself now, won't he? You'll manage. He can always hire somebody to help him if he needs it. Yes. Well, it's Miss Kitty. Come in, Kitty. Come in. Matt, this is Holly Fanchard. How do you do, Holly? Marshall. And Chester Proudfoot? I'm pleased to know you, Miss Holly. Thank you, Chester. Holly's kind of new and dodged, Matt. Yeah, I've seen her around. She was afraid to come here and talk to you alone, so I came with her. Well, there's nothing to be afraid of, Holly. I know what's the trouble. You tell him, Kitty. I'll tell him part of it, but I want him to hear the rest from you. Well, all right. After the shooting tonight, Holly came to see me, Matt. She was pretty scared, but I told her you wouldn't let anything happen to her. I know, of course not. Well, it seems she was at the bar drinking with Dave Thorpe a little earlier. And he had a kind of argument with a cow puncher from that XT outfit that came in the other day. The Texan said Dave jogged his elbow or something silly like that. Huh? Well, uh, how mad were they? Mad enough. What do you mean, Holly? He killed him, Marshall. What? That cow puncher, he killed Dave Thorpe. Well, how do you know? I was there. You were there? Dave and I went outside in the alley just to get a little air, and suddenly this cowboy shot him. He must have been waiting or something. You'll recognize him? Real plain, Marshall. It was him all right. Well, how come he let you go? I don't know. He must have got scared or something. But he shot Dave, and then he ran off. I got scared and I ran too. She wasn't going to tell you a math till I talked her into it. She's afraid that cowboy or some of his friends will get after it. No, nobody will bother you, Holly. I promise you that. Uh, do you know this man's name? They was calling him Fly Hoyt there at the bar, Marshall. Fly Hoyt? I knew an old lady down on her brazes called something like that, Mr. Dillon. Only her last name was Fly, her first name. Yeah, all right, all right, Chester. Hey, are you willing to testify to all this in court? In court? Oh, I'd be awful scared, Marshall. But you'll do it, huh? Kid, he says it's my duty. Good. Now, don't you worry about anything. Chester and I will ride out to the XT camp in the morning and bring this Fly Hoyt in. There won't be any trouble. And, uh, thanks for coming here, Holly. Sure, Marshall. XT camp up ahead, Mr. Dillon. Have you been out here, Chester? That's where I rode by a couple of days ago. They gave me a cup of coffee at the wagon. Ah, looks like they're expecting us. All right, golly, it sure does. I don't like the way all them men lined up. Maybe I was wrong last night about there not being any trouble. At the trail boss, that big fellow there. His name's Jim Kavanaugh. You don't know Fly Hoyt, do you? That's where I know that I didn't meet him. Hey, they don't look very friendly, Mr. Dillon. No, they sure don't. Chester, let's leave our horses here and walk up, huh? All right. See, you better climb into your saddle and ride right home back to Dodge. You know what I came for? The night late, a couple of my boys was there when she did. And you ain't taking Fly Hoyt, Marshall. You and your men are ready to kill me if I try, is that it? Kansas law don't mean nothing to us Texans, Marshall. Yeah. Doesn't Fly Hoyt admit killing that man last night? Well, I ain't said nothing about it one way or another. We don't find it polite to inquire into a man's personal business. Do you find murder polite? Marshall, you get sassy, we'll bury you right where you're standing. We'll drive a couple thousand long horned cattle over your grave and nobody'll ever find you. Which one of your men is Fly Hoyt? Reckon you don't hear. I want to talk to him. Which one is he? Don't play him. No mind, Fly. Why, is he too much of a coward to talk? No man calls me a coward. I'm Fly Hoyt, Marshall. You're a fool, Hoyt. I ain't afraid. What was it you wanted to talk about, Marshall? Well, if it's not inquiring too closely into your personal business, I'd like to know if you admit killing Dave Thorpe last night. I didn't kill him. A girl called Holly Fanshawe says you did. She says she saw you. She's lying. She says you had an argument with Thorpe at the bar earlier. That's true. I remember the girl. Oh, where were you when the shooting took place then? No place there to do me any good. Now, Fly, that ain't so... Jim, but I have to do this my own way. The boys here'd lie for me, Marshall. They'd swear to anything I wanted them to. But the truth is, I was alone when I heard that shot. I'd left this alone and I was up the street there all alone. You admit that? I got no alibi. But you say you didn't kill Dave Thorpe. I never killed a man in my life. I don't believe in it. Does Holly Fanshawe have any reason to lie about you? First time I ever saw her was last night, Marshall. But I'm sure curious about her now. Oh. I'm rough in my ways sometimes, Marshall. But I ain't no killer. And I ain't no liar. How are you going to prove it? Well, Marshall, I'd write in a dodge with you. What for? I'd like to have me a talk with this Holly Fanshawe. Then maybe I can prove it. She was worried you and some of your friends might come after her. I'd sooner blind a horse and lay a hand on a woman, Marshall. And that's the truth. Okay, fly. Let's get going. I'll see you this time of day, Marshall. She's probably still in her room, fly. I don't know where that is. Oh, she's in the same room in house as Miss Kitty, she told me so. Oh, good. I'll show you where it is, fly. I want to talk to Kitty anyway. Mr. John, look, here comes Joe Thorpe. Joe Thorpe? Yeah, Dave's brother. Oh, good morning, Marshall. Morning, John. Good morning, Marshall. Heard the whole story. Now, Holly Fanshawe's quite a talker. Yeah. Yeah. Fly, Hoyt, ain't it? Yeah, I remember seeing you, Hoyt. Do you? I was down the bar ways from you and Dave. He was a good man, Hoyt. I'm looking forward to your hanging. I'm still wearing a gun, mister. Marshall, how come you didn't disarm him? I haven't arrested him, Joe. What? He says he didn't do it. Who cares what he says? The girl saw him. Yeah, I know. Fly's here now to talk to her about that. What do you mean? He wants to know why she said it was him. Of course it was him. She saw him. The girl's got no reason to lie about it. Marshall, she'll witness the killing. She's identified the killer. That's good enough for me. 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What was she doing with Dave Thorpe, I wonder? You do. No, you know her. No. You stay here, kitty. No, I'm coming with you. That's her room, Matt. Here. You stay in the hall. Take that gun, fly. Is she dead, Matt? Don't look at her, kitty. What's the matter with you, fly? Nobody shot you. I got hit, Marshal. As soon as I opened the door, somebody hit me. Not me out for a minute. Fly, I won't help you this time, mister. I ain't lying. Come to when I've seen her lay in there. And then you come in. Who hit you? Holly? No. No, Marshal. Somebody was hiding behind the door. I heard him move, but I never even seen him. There's no closet in this room. Where's he hiding now, on the wall? Other windows open. Maybe somebody was here. Gone now. My gun, Marshal. Did he use that? Matt's been fired. Smart. He killed her with it and then put it back in my holster. Who did? I don't believe a word you're saying. You're a miskitty, ain't you? I seen you last night. We're not talking about me. I wouldn't shoot a woman, Miss Kitty. I wouldn't shoot a man either, unless I had to. Somebody sure trying his best to get me hung. Well, I don't know. Kitty, keep everybody out of here, will you? Yeah. I'll send Chester and a couple of men for Holly. Fly, you stay with me. You arresting me? Here's your gun, Fly. Thank you, Marshal. Chester's still around. I'll help him if you want, Marshal. Now I can get somebody else. What are you doing here, Joe? Waiting for you, uh... Okay. Chester. Mm-hmm? Holly Fanshawe's been killed over in her room. Killed? How'd she get killed? She was shot. Go get Doc, will you? Is there somebody to help you? Yes, sir. Wait a minute. What happened, Marshal? Somebody slugged Fly when he went into her room. Then he used his gun to shoot her. Who says he did? Fly. You listening? Him like he was your father. What was it you wanted to see me about, Phillip? Well, I was going to tell you I changed my mind about all I was saying out there in the street a while ago. But now, no, sir. You know, maybe I ought to lock you up right now. You can't lock me up. I didn't have nothing to do with it. Nothing to do with what? Well, I mean, I ain't done nothing. You can't lock a man up for talking. Ah, that's not what you meant. Would you arrest Fly, Marshal? He's killed two people now. Chester? Chester? How long has Joe been here? He come in just for you, didn't he? What are you talking about? What difference it made? I had a talk with Kitty, Joe. She told me about you and Holly. What? Holly didn't keep secrets very well. She told Kitty how you made her lie about who killed Dave and how you set it up for her to get him into the alley. Me? Fly didn't get hit fast enough in Holly's room a while ago, Joe. He saw who did it. No. Tell him who it was, Fly. Go on, tell him. What? Why it was him, Joe Thorpe. Oh, what are you saying? You might as well admit it. What were you doing, stealing money out of you and your brother's hide business? You ain't gonna put me in jail? I don't care if I did, you haven't! No, you don't! You okay, Chester? Yes, sir. I held his arm so as he couldn't get his gun up. It went off right in the floor there. Well, you did fine. You might have killed somebody else otherwise. Marshall? What? I don't understand this. I didn't see him in Holly's room. I said I did just because I figured you wanted me to. Well, I did want you to, Fly. Did Holly really tell Kitty about how Joe killed his brother, no? No. Holly didn't talk to anybody about that. That are the fact that she was in thick with Joe. Well, how'd you know then? I didn't. When he said he didn't have anything to do with it, I got an idea and decided to chance bluffing him. If he hadn't panicked, he probably would have been okay. You just made it all up, huh? Yeah, but I made it up right. That's what happened. The mighty poor man will shoot his own brother, ain't it? His own brother and a woman. What he put in here got by with it, Marshall. Yeah, but when he picked you to blame it on, he picked the wrong man, Fly. There are a lot of men I don't suppose I'd have believed. But that was his big mistake. I believed you. Well, that's where... Marshall, wait till I get home and tell him about a Kansas law, man. I meant nobody'll ever believe me again. Our star, William Conrad. Friends, the fact that Ellen M. filters are sweeping the country is one good reason why I'd like to talk to you filter smokers who haven't tried them yet. Ellen M's miracle tip is the first filter that really does the job, and you'll like the way it draws. Beside that, Ellen M's give you a really good-tasting smoke. They're just what the doctor ordered. Ellen M's, king-size and regular, both at the same low price. Try Ellen M's today. In addition to Norman McDonnell, stars William Conrad and Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. The night story was specially written for gun smoke by John Messon, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Featured in the cast were Vic Perron, Florence Dodkin, Jack Krushen, Jill Jarman, and James Nussar. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNeer is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Join us again next week at Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. Bites to bring law and order out of the wild, violence of the West in gun smoke. Hear gun smoke every Saturday, this same time this same season. Hear the great U. Perry Como radio show every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, 9 p.m. Eastern Standard Time, also on CBS Radio. This is the CBS Radio Network.