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About what? A fella told me you brought him luck once, a gamblin. That's silly. Maybe, but I wish you'd try it. Please, Miss Kitty. You want to buy me some chips? Sure, well, if you sit by my brother over there. Oh, for him? Yeah, Andy's kind of hotheaded, ma'am, and he's been losing. I don't want to get mixed up in any fights. Oh, there won't be any trouble, but you might change his luck. Please, Miss Kitty. Sounds to me like you still got this kid brother of yours on a bottle, but you seem like a nice fellow, Ben. I'll go. Gee, thanks, Miss Kitty. Which table? I'll show you. How many chips would you want? I was kidding. I'll just sit and watch. Could I buy you a drink? Later, maybe. Well, that's Andy with the red hair. Wait till I finish his hand before I sit out. Okay. There's my money. I'm calling you. That's him. That's Andy. I hope you got a good hand this time, young fella. Stop calling me young fella. My name's Andy. Okay, Andy. Nobody's prodding you. You've been. What do you got? Five little hearts. All blue. How could you have five hearts? They were dealt out right out of the deck, Andy. Sure. And you dealt them, didn't you? Now, what do you mean by that? I ain't won a hand yet. You know what I mean. Easy now, young fella. That's the last time you're going to say that, mister. I'm not armed. You better be. Andy, stop it. You think they can cheat me because I'm a kid? Put that gun away. Not a lie. Use it. Why, you're... Oh! Stand back, everybody. Keep away from me. You're killing him, Andy. You say back to Ben. You've done enough shooting. Put that gun away. He was cheating me, wasn't he? No. But even if he was, there's no cause to kill a man. He wasn't even armed, Andy. What do I care? All right. Hold it. Here's Marshal Dillon, Andy. Don't you try nothing now. Even, Ben. Marshal. What are you doing with a gun on your hand, Andy? I killed one man with it, Marshal. Yeah, I know. All right, drop it. Drop it right on the floor. No. You know, one man's enough, Andy. You're scared now, aren't you? Scared after death. I ain't scared. Yes, I scared you. Couldn't shoot if you tried. Now, give me the gun. You shouldn't have been carrying it in the first place. Don't talk to me about it. Okay, it's too late for talk anyway. Chester. Yes, sir? Lock him up. Yes, sir. Start walking, Andy. Right in front of me. Come on. Yeah. Have to lock him up, Marshal. He murdered a man, Ben. Kidder, you witnessed this, didn't you? He never saw anything like it, Matt. The dealer wasn't even armed. He told himself. That kid must be crazy. It was almost like he had to kill somebody. Nothing could have stopped him. He hates people, telling them how young he is. You asked me, he hates people. It's Ma. She's always made a baby out of him. Well, I better go tell her about this. I don't know her, Ben, but don't get her hopes up, Andy. He hasn't got much chance. Ma's a strong-headed woman, Marshal. She can be pretty fierce. He murdered a man. He's going to stand trial for it. Maybe. But, Marshal, I sure don't envy you, none. You don't know it, but you're in for real trouble now. Never has a cigarette received such an enthusiastic welcome or one such a smashing success in so little time as L&M filters. Why are L&M sales soaring higher every day? Because it's the filter that counts and no filter compares with L&M's miracle tip for quality or effectiveness. The result? You get much more flavor, much less nicotine. A light and mild smoke. Join the trend to L&M. Like thousands, you'll say, This is it. L&M filters. This is it. Light and mild. Much more flavor. L&M filters. Much less nicotine. Light and mild. L&M. King's eyes are regular. Both at the same low price. It's really hard to tell, Mr. Dillon. Oh, what do you mean? He won't say nothing. He won't even look at you. I took him some bread and some coffee and he wouldn't touch it. He was just sitting there on the floor, getting cold. The coffee, I mean, not the bread. Okay, okay. All right, Chester. All right. Anyway, you won't be here long. I'm trying to fix it so you'll get a trial real soon. She done this darn killing someplace else. I don't like a man that won't even eat his breakfast. Makes me feel good. Oh, my goodness, I'll be here. Marshal Dillon? Yes, ma'am? My name's Tennis. How do you do? This is Chester Proutfoot. How do you do, ma'am? I didn't come here for no socializing. What's the shotgun for, Miss Tennis? To put people where cold weather won't bother them. I sleep with his shotgun, Marshal. I carried it ever since I was 18. I didn't come here to talk about that either. You came to see your boy, Andy, huh? Ben says Andy killed a man. He did, Miss Tennis. You're holding him for murder? Yes, ma'am. You want to try him? He'll be tried. And hung, I suppose. Now, that depends on the judge, you must, Tennis. Andy got much of a case from what Ben tells me. He's young. The judge might take that into consideration. The judge care. Ain't his son. I'm sorry, Miss Tennis. You've been one too many hangings in my family already. What? The boy's father, Marshal. They took Mr. Tennis and hung him just before Andy was born. Oh. I worked the ranch best I could, and I raised them two boys all alone. Nobody helped me at all. I did it. Tell me, uh, why did they hang your husband? They said he killed a man. Miss Tennis, you said Ben told you about what happened last night. He told me Andy's guilty. But Andy ain't going to hang, Marshal. Why, you think I come here? That's my buggy outside, and Andy's leaving with me. Now, Miss Tennis... Shut up. Uh, look, uh, why don't you put the shotgun down, huh? He's one of you, scratch for your guns, and I'll blow you to heaven, Marshal. Hear that, Chester? Yes, ma'am, I ain't doing a thing. Good. I ain't afraid of dying. And I ain't afraid of killing, neither. Chester, you go get Andy and bring him in here. Why? Do what she says, Chester. Any tricks, and I'll shoot the Marshal, Chester. I won't find nothing. This isn't going to do any good, Miss Tennis. It's going to keep Andy from hanging. Well, I'm going to find him sooner or later, you know? That's where I got you beat, Marshal. Andy ain't going to run. What? He's going to stay on the ranch, right in the house. Anybody comes after him, they're going to have to fight me. Fight you? You think that'll make a man out of him? You think the hang man would? Here he is. Hello, ma'am. You, young fool. What'd you have to go kill a man for? Now, ma'am. The buggy's outside, go get in it. Sure, ma'am. And Marshal, don't think you're going to shoot him while we're driving out of town. I don't shoot on armed men, Miss Tennis. He ain't a coward. He's got a bad temper, but he ain't a coward. What would you call hiding behind a woman's skirts? I'm his ma, ain't I? What difference does that make? You will find out if you don't leave him alone. Okay, so long, Miss Tennis. So long, ma'am. Chester and I stood helplessly at the window and watched Miss Tennis and Andy drive out of town. And as we did, I began to wonder how I'd ever get him back into jail, short of shooting his mother. Our idea of keeping him right by her side and not letting him run was a good one, but I figured even he'd get tired of that sooner or later. So after sitting around Dodge being laughed at for a week, Chester and I rode off to see if Andy was still on the ranch. Where's the house, Mr. Dillon? Yeah. I don't see nobody around. Maybe they're inside. I wish I was inside something. That woman's got a bead on me right now. I can just feel it. Chester, look over there. One of that cottonwood by the barn there. Well, that's her, Mr. Dillon. What in the world is she doing, digging? Yeah, it looks like it. Oh, she's seen us. Now, there's that shotgun again. Oh, my goodness. Put your hands in the air, Chester. Sure, we're friendly. Okay, but it just makes me a better target. Come here, Marshal. I wanted to talk to you, Miss Tennis. About Andy? Yeah. I'd like to talk to him, too. You're too late, Marshal. He gone? He's dead. What? Because here's his grave. I just buried him. Oh, what happened? What difference it makes. He's dead. How did he die, Miss Tennis? Why don't you leave me be, Marshal? You can't hang him now. Go on, Dr. Dodge. Miss Tennis, I know how you feel, and I hate to ask you this, but I'm going to have to see the body before I can make a report. Anybody goes digging in that grave, I'll kill him. What happened, Miss Tennis? All right, I'll tell you. Ben talked Andy into giving himself up and standing trial, and he's going to do it. I wouldn't allow that. No son of mine's going to hang. You're saying that you killed him? I killed him. I'd rather he died that way than see him hang. Where's Ben? Gone. I'll run him off. He ain't never coming back. Both my sons are gone now, Marshal. For good. Miss Tennis. You're going to arrest me, ain't you? How you confess to a murder? They won't hang a woman, will they? No. Okay. You can arrest me, but I ain't coming to town till tomorrow. Well, if you'd like to kind of pack up or whatever... I don't want you waiting around here. I'll come to dodge by myself. Either you trust me, Marshal, or I won't come at all. Okay, Miss Tennis, you come in tomorrow. Come on, let's go, Justin. Mr. Dillon, that woman is crazy. She'll do anything. I don't see how you can trust her. She'll show up, Justin. You really think so? I'm sure of it. Now, when she does, she's in for a big surprise. Oh, you want me to go get my chess board, Matt? Uh, no, Doc. I don't feel like playing right now, don't I? Oh, you don't? Well, thought might help kind of kill time. I'm not worried, Doc. She'll show up, all right. She will? Why should she, Matt? Why should anybody walk in and give up on a murder charge? Well, Matt Tennis is a little different from most people, Doc. Like Ben told me, she can be pretty fierce. Oh, I know she can. You know, I remember one time a horse pitched her into some wire and it cut her up bad all over. I had to sew that woman up from one end to the other. And she never even blinked. She just lay there, looking kind of mad about it. She's got her own mind, I'll say that. Even if she is wrong most of the time. Well, she always has been wrong about Andy. I tried to tell her that once. And you know what she did? What? She just looked at me, never said a word, stared me right out of the house. Oh, it made me feel like a fool. She's made me feel like a fool too, Doc. You know, what can you do? You can't fight women, Matt. No, sometimes you can outsmart them, maybe. I don't know. Uh-uh. I'm not gonna guess she is. What are you doing here, Doc? Well, nothing, Mrs. Tenor. I was just chatting with Marcia. I was just killing a little time. Guess the thing. I'm telling lies when you ought to be working. The trouble with you city folks. Oh, now, Dodge isn't exactly what you'd call a city, Mrs. Tenor. I didn't come here to argue about that. You gonna lock me up, Marcia? Uh, no, Miss Tennis, I'm not. What? Well, I got to thinking. I, uh, made a mistake yesterday. I can't send you up for trial. What are you talking about? Why can't you? Well, there's no witness. You say you killed Andy, but that's not enough for a court of law. There's gotta be somebody else to testify that you did it. I never heard of no such thing. Oh, it's in the book. That's the way the law works. If you hadn't run Ben off, he'd be a witness. But, uh, I can't go chasing him all over the country. You'll never find him. That he's going all the way to California. Well, then I got no case against you. I'll only get in trouble for wasting the court's time. You might as well go on back home, Miss Tennis. You trying to fool me, Marcia? No, the case's closed. I don't like it, but there's nothing I can do about it. Unless Ben shows up sometime. Ben's gone, I told you. As long as he is, you're free. Why didn't you tell me this yesterday? I'm sorry, Miss Tennis. I guess I wasn't thinking too good yesterday. Get out and do a little work to the sitting around this office, join with Doc Adams. You might get the thinking better. Yes, ma'am. Maybe you're right, ma'am. I'm going, um, so long. Goodbye. Goodbye, Mrs. Tennis. Matt. Yeah? I never heard anything so crazy. What were you telling her? It doesn't matter, Doc. As long as she believes it. Well, what are you trying to do anyway? I'm trying to catch a murderer, Doc. You don't think she did it? No, I don't. But I'll find out who did. Real soon now. L and M filters are sweeping the country. L and M. The filter tip cigarette everyone's talking about. Everyone's changing, too. For example, Maurice Evans told us, my doctors suggested L and M filters. I recommend them to you as the best. Patricia Morrison wrote, I'm so glad I changed to L and M filters. 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But long toward evening, Chester and I rode out of dodge and soon after dark, we were close enough to the ranch to turn our horses loose, hide our settles and walk the rest of the way. There was a light in the house. But all we could see was Ms. Tennis. She was alone. So we crept into the barn and sat on and waited. We waited until almost midnight. She wasn't lying, Mr. Dillon. Maybe he did leave the country. I have not been wrong before, Chester. No, sir, I didn't mean that. I meant what a man was. If he doesn't write in here tonight or tomorrow or tomorrow night or sometime, then I was wrong again. Yes, sir. Now, we're going to wait here till we starve if we have to. My goodness, don't talk about eating night. I ain't even had my supper. Quiet. It's a horse, Mr. Dillon. Must be him. Yeah. Well, he won't leave his horse outside. He'll bring him in here. Get back in one of those stalls, Chester. And don't do any shooting unless he gets me. All right, hurry now. Yes, sir. Get his horse inside. Yes, sir. Mr. Dillon. Now you'll be all right in a minute. Oh. Mr. Dillon, that ain't Ben. It's Andy. Yeah, I know. I thought he was dead. She wouldn't shoot Andy, Chester, never. That's what was wrong with her story from the beginning. Well, then that's Ben's grave out there. Him and Andy must have had a fight. Yeah, I guess so. But by making me think it was Andy and that she'd killed him, Andy would be free. Nobody's going to go hunting for a dead man. He was willing to go to jail. All right. Don't shoot me. Don't shoot me. Nobody's going to shoot you, Andy. Now keep your voice down. Now get on your feet. Come on. Stand up. Mr. Dillon. Chester. We've been waiting for you, Andy. I didn't kill him. I didn't do it. I think you did. I think Ben threatened to bring you back to jail himself and you shot him for it. No. No, Mark killed him. She told you she did it. Why'd you turn a loose anyway? Because I didn't believe her. You should have run when you had the chance, Andy. I've got nothing to run for. Well, it doesn't matter if you admit killing Ben or not, you're going to be tried for murdering that gambler and dodge. Andy. It's Ms. Dennis. Right answer, Andy. Go on. Ma. What are you doing in that salon? I heard you ride up. Tell her to come in. Come help me, Ma. Oh, I hope she ain't got that shotgun. I'll grab it if she has. All right, get Andy back out of the way, Chester. Over here. Hello, Ms. Dennis. Marshal Dillard. All right, bring him over here, Chester. She's unarmed. You got Andy. Yeah, I got him. And I'm going to keep him. Ma. What do you have to ride in here for? They're going to take me to jail, Ma. I'm taking him to jail. Chester's going to stay here and keep an eye on you for a few hours, Ms. Dennis. And I'm not taking Andy to dodge for you to walk in with your shotgun, either. Where are you taking him? He can be tried anywhere. He'll be hung, won't he? I told you before, that's not for me to decide. He'll be hung. Marshal, you taking him now? Yeah. Can I talk to him a minute? OK. But don't try to make a break for it. It won't do any good. Come on, Andy. Sure, Ma. That's the most no good kid I ever saw. You're willing to let his Ma go to jail for him? We got him now, Chester. And you keep her here as long as you can. Set on her if you have to. Well, how far are you taking him, Mr. Dillon? I don't know. I believe maybe, or... What, Mr. Dillon? Hold still. I ain't going to shoot you, Marshal. Here's my gun. She killed him, Mr. Dillon. She had a shotgun hit out in there. You beat me, Marshal. You beat me this time. I sure was wrong about you, Miss Tennis. I had to kill him. I couldn't see him hang. The only reason I'm out here now is because I was sure you'd never do this. Yeah, I was real wrong about you, wasn't I? I did not smart you after all. You're going to put me in jail? Yeah. Yeah, Miss Tennis, this time I'm going to put you in jail. And now our star, William Conrad. Filter smokers, whether you like a long cigarette or a regular-sized smoke, it's my opinion that your best bet is an L and M filter, because only L and M's give you effective filtration and no other cigarette has it. Enjoy L and M's light and mild smoke, either way, king-size or regular, both at the same low price. Gun Smoke, transcribed 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 Mustin, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Featured in the cast were Virginia Gregg, Lee Millar, Sam Edwards, and Harry Bartel. Harley Bear as Chester, Howard McMere as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Kitty. Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall, fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in Gun Smoke. 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