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Yes, sir, but if people don't come here, you wouldn't have a job, Mr. Dillon. Oh, you think everybody in Dodge right now is an honest law-abiding citizen, huh? Oh, no, sir. Is that what I said? Is this the Marshal's office? Yeah, I'm the Marshal. Come on in, Mr. My name's Pat Clay, Marshal. Ah, how do you do? Ah, that's Chester Proudfoot. Chester? Marshal, I got bad news for you. Well, nobody ever came here with good news, as far as I can remember. But what I got, well, it might get you killed. Oh, is that so? Now, don't get me wrong. Not by me. Oh. No, sir, I don't shoot people. But you know somebody who does. Jim Beedle, that's who. Jim Beedle? Here, Marshal, read this. They told me to bring it to you. Now, this looks like a court order. Who signed it? Judge Miller. You know him? Yeah, I know him. So Jim Beedle's squatting on some of your land, you own up at Stone Point, is that it? Him and his wife, Marshal. You see, they moved into a side house I built, and they won't leave. Well, how come they did that? Where were you? Well, to tell the truth, I let him. I didn't need it for a while, and he was homeless, and so I took pity on him. But I told him only for two months, and it's four months now. They won't leave, Marshal, and they say they'll shoot me if I ever come near him again. You're saying they'll shoot me too, huh? Well, where do you meet them, Marshal? You'll see. All right, Clay. I'll write out there tomorrow. Look at that, Mr. Dillon. What was Clay talking about? A sawed house? That's nothing more than a hut. It ain't even got windows, I can see. Yeah, it isn't much, is it? Hey, there's Beedle's wife now. Just come out here. What's she carrying her rifle for? Well, I guess Clay wasn't lying, Chester. I think this is far enough that we'd better get out. Ms. Beedle? Who are you? You know my name. I'm Marshal Dillon, ma'am, from Dodge, and this is Chester Prodford. Pleased to meet you, Ms. Beedle. Who are you looking for? Nobody, ma'am. I wanted to talk to you and your husband. Is he around? He's inside. Well, would you tell him that we're here? Mr. Beedle, who gets your rifle? Where is that, Claire? Marshal from Dodge. What do you want, Marshal? Beedle, I've got a court order here that says that you've got to move out of that house and off this land. Clay sent you. No, Clay didn't send me, but he got the order and it's legal, and now it's my job to carry it out. We don't know nothing about all that. We ain't moving. Look, you can find some land of your own somewhere. Why do you want to squat on somebody else's? This is our land. All around Stone Point, here's ours. Bought and paid for it. What do you mean, bought and paid for it? 40 acres, paid $1.50 acre for it. Got more than a land is worth before doing the hutting them hogs to boot. Who did? Who'd you buy it from? Clay's, who? He's now saying we don't own it once and it's off of it. I told him last time I'd shoot him and come near you again. Clay says that he was letting you live here for a while. Helping you out. For $60, helping me out. I'm working this land, Marshal. Gonna farm me some crops here. It ain't very good land, but we'll make it. Wait, if this is true, where is your deed for the place? Deed? Mr. Beetle, that's that paper Clay gave us when we paid him the money. Oh. Well, do you have it? No. Oh, where is it? Well, he took it. What he did? What do you mean, he took it? Well, that was before he got mean by us moving off of here. Here's what happened. A few weeks back, Clay come by. Said he'd be neighborly. He'd take that paper into dodge and fix it up to the land office first. Something like that. Anyways, he took it. I see. Then your deed hadn't been registered. Marshal, I can't even read. I don't know what it was. Well, do you have any proof that you paid him the money? I don't need no proof. Mother and I'm here and I'm going to stay. Huh. Why did you get the $60 bill? Work for it. Where does anybody get money, unless they steal it? Clay stole mine. This land ain't worth $20. It's poor land. Then why did you buy it? Oh, I don't know. Maybe kind of like the name Stone Point. But I ain't moving, Marshal. Not for clay or for unit or nobody. Well, if you can't prove it's yours, you're going to have to move, Bill. Marshal. My old woman's as good a rifle as shot as I am. Practice every day. You don't know if I'm lying to you or not, do you, Marshal? No, I don't. Well, maybe you'll never know. But we ain't moving. Not alive, we ain't. All right, Betel. I'll see what I can find at the land office. If your deed's been registered, then you're okay. Don't make no mind to me about that, Marshal. Or about who's lying or who ain't, neither. But we'll kill us. Anybody comes a bothering. Now, you get on back to Dodge. And you stay there. That's no use talking, Chester. Let's go. You don't play the same thing. I'll shoot him on set. 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I should have told you them Beatles are nothing but liars. They sure fooled me when I first met them. They are kind of hard to get along with. I'll say that. I'd do it again, though. You would? I mean, help people out just because I got in trouble with them. Don't mean I ain't never going to help nobody again. I ain't that small a man. Well, hello, Marshall. What'd you find out? Oh, there's nothing at the land office. Well, of course there ain't. I went up to see Judge Miller. He's riding circuit through here now. What'd he say, Mr. Dillman? Well, the way things stand, the Beatles have got to move. Well, I can't feel sorry for them the way they acted. Uh, Chester. Yes, sir? I want you to ride out there and tell them they got a week. One week. Okay, Mr. Dillman. Well, that's settled. I sure hate to put you to all this trouble, Marshall, but a man can't lose his land. No, no, of course not. Even if it ain't the best land around. Well, I'll be going now. I'll see you next week, after they've got all. Yeah, sure, Clay. So long. So long. That ain't gonna be easy, Mr. Dillman. No, it isn't, Chester. Out in that flat country, you sure can't sneak up on nobody. And Clay says that sawed hut's built like a fort. It's got no windows and the door's four inches thick and with a big bar on the inside, he says there's no way anybody busting in there. Yeah, it's solid, all right. Yes, sir. Mr. Dillman, maybe Clay's lying. Maybe they did buy it from him. Oh, that's a hard way to make $60, Chester. Sell some land and then get ahold of the deed and tear it up and then go to court and so on. Yes, sir, sure don't make sense. Especially since they all admit the land's not much good. Well, somebody's lying. Yeah, but there's no way of proving who. Anyway, the law's on Clay's side, Chester. And I'll go with you. We'll tell him one week. And I hope nobody gets killed in this. Kitty? Hello, Matt. Sit down. I was supposed to meet Chester here. I thought I was in the wrong place when I saw you. I got tired of the Texas trail, Matt. Got the elephant again, some might change my luck. Are you gonna work here from now on? From now on's a long time, Matt. Yes, Chester, just came in. Huh? Oh, yeah. Well, I'll give him time for a beer. I was talking to him this afternoon. He says you're taking on the Beatles tomorrow. Yeah. They've had their week. From what I hear of him, I sure don't envy you that job. No, I'm not looking forward to it, Kitty. I met Jim Beatle once. He's a tough old turkey. Well, I wish I knew whether he's a liar or not. Hard to tell with a man like that. He's a darn thin brain. Well, he's still smart enough to be a liar. So is Clay. Yeah. Clay's no killer, though. But I better wouldn't keep old Beatle awake night shooting somebody. No, I don't think it would. But why all this trouble over some land that neither of them think is any good? Maybe they're both crazy. You know, I'm beginning to think they are, Kitty. Hey. Hey, what's the matter, Kitty? You want some water? What? Huh? I'll be all right. Well, what started that? I don't know, Matt. I suddenly got a whiff or something. I'm breathing the fumes up a match. You know? Yeah. Yeah, I know. Kitty, that's the best cough you ever had. Well, I'm glad you like that. No, I mean, for me it was. That makes sense. All right, Chester's finished his beer. We got some work to do. Well, good luck with the Beatle some moment. I think we'll have it, Kitty. Thanks to you. So long. I wish there was a moon tonight, Mr. Dillon. A man can get shot in the moonlight, Chester. Well, the Beatle's ain't gonna shoot us if we can't even find them. Well, let's ride ahead of us. We better go a foot from here. Yeah, sir. Oh, you got everything, Chester? Got the bag of sulfur and a saddle blanket, Mr. Dillon. Okay, now here's what we'll do. We'll sneak around back of the hut and I'll help you up onto the roof. Well, that ridge pole might not prove stout enough for me and all that saw done it too. What if it busts through, Mr. Dillon? Well, if it does, we're in trouble. You mean I'm in trouble? You're lighter than I am, Chester. Okay, sir. Now, there are only two openings in that hut. The door and the stove pipe. So far there is. Look, if it's metals you want, Chester, you better go back to the Army. You're a more kind of man complain, just a little? Yeah, sure, but later, huh? For a waste in time. Now, when you get up on the roof, you crawl over to the stove pipe and pour that bag of sulfur down it. The coals and their stove will do the rest. Then I'll cover the pipe with the saddle blanket and just make it worse for them, huh? That's right. I'll be waiting near the door for them. But you jump down and be ready to help me in case they come out fighting. This is going to make them awful mad, Mr. Dillon. You know what burning sulfur does to you. You know what it does to Kitty. Well, you all set? Much as I'll ever be. I helped Chester up onto the roof and then moved around to the door and waited. My biggest worry was whether the Beatles would have time and think fast enough to come out armed and ready for trouble. The only thing I was sure of was that they'd come out. Sulfur fumes could drive a she-bear away from her younging. I was thinking about that when I heard them inside. Okay, Chester, they left their rifles. Come on down. Beatle, you and your wife stay right there. It's a Marshall clear. You don't have to run. Nobody's going to hurt you. Come on, hurry. Come on out of there, Chester. You hurt? Well, I had leg cut, but I got loose. I knew that dog-gone thing wouldn't hold. You're limping. How bad are you hurt? No, I just bruised it. It ain't nothing. Where's the Beatles? That's them. You mean they got away? We weren't trying to arrest them, Chester. All I wanted was to get them outside on arms so I could make them pack up and move out. They moved out. What, was that roof all busted in? Oh, ain't it a mess? We'll carry out what stuff are there as we can and load it on that wagon. They can pick it up and dodge. Tonight? No, we'll camp here tonight. Do it in the morning. I don't know about them Beatles, Mr. Dillon. They ain't going to quit this easy. Maybe not, but at least we got them out in the open. I'm thinking it was more comfortable when they wasn't out in the open, Mr. Dillon. This is it. L&M filters. This is it. Light and mild. Coast to coast. Smokers are saying Better tasting filter tip cigarette. This is it. L&M filters. L&M filters with a miracle tip. Never before have smokers spoken so enthusiastically about a cigarette and backed up their words with record-breaking sales. Dorothy Kilgallan, the famous columnist, said There's nothing like L&M's filter. Gives you more flavor, too. And this from actor Maury Sevens. My doctor suggested this filter. I recommend it to you as the best. Mrs. Charles Evans used the third, told us. 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I heard about how you talked the Beatles into getting off Clay's land out at Stone Point. Oh, you did real fine there. Well, we got them off, anyway. They came into dodge for their belongings this afternoon. I saw them too. Oh, those poor... What are they gonna do now? Find some land of their own, maybe. You don't believe their story? I'm an agent of the law, Doc. It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. The law demands proof. And they didn't have any. Oh, I understand, man. What? That's right down the street, man. Yeah. You better come too, Doc. Yes. It's a little early in the evening to shoot, isn't it? Who told you that, Doc? Some hard rock miner? Oh, well, I guess you're right, man. Well, anyway, maybe it's just some cowboy trying to bring down the moon. Well, there isn't any moon. There's a crowd up there, too. What happened, Justin? I wasn't 30 feet off. What happened, Justin? It's Clay, Mr. Dillon. You better get up there, Doc. Looked like he was shot bad. Who shot him? Jim Beedle. He walked right up to him on the street there and pulled out a gun and shot him twice. Where's Beedle now? That first alley, he ran up there. Doc, go take care of Clay. I guess, yes, I'm going. You come with me, Chester. All right, you wait here, Chester. Unless he gets me. Okay, Mr. Dillon. Beedle, that's enough. Kill me a lot of men if I have to. Beedle, throw your gun out. I told you, don't you come no closer. I have to, Beedle. Now wait there, Chester. You getting, Mr. Dillon? Yeah, I got him. Find a couple of men and go take him up to Docs, will you? Well, here's Doc now. That's how somebody else been killed here? Beedle, Doc. He tried to shoot Mr. Dillon. Clay is dead, huh, Doc? Yes, he was killed instantly, Matt. Two bullets right through his chest. Well, I guess the law wasn't much help to him after all. Well, you did what you could, Matt. Uh, Marshal Dillon. Yeah. My name's Keller Marshall. I'm an agent for the Santa Fe Railroad. Okay, Keller, but if you want to talk, come to see me at my office later. A couple of men have just been killed here. It's Clay I want to talk about, Marshal. Oh? Do you want to buy his land out of Stone Point? Oh, what's your interest in Stone Point? The railroad's planning ahead, Marshal. We want to build a station at Stone Point. I came out here to close the deal with Clay. Close the deal? You mean you've already talked to Clay about this? Oh, over a month ago, Marshal. Yeah, he said he owned all but 40 acres and was going to get that back. Oh, he didn't want to buy his land. All we wanted from him was a free lease. Well, who are the stationers, Dan? Well, that was fair enough, don't you think? A station there, Stone Point land, will become pretty valuable property. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Look, you come see me at noon tomorrow, Mr. Keller, and I'll have the rightful owner of that land in my office. But I don't understand. At noon tomorrow, huh? Oh, okay, Marshal. Good night. Jester. Yes, sir. Let's go find Ms. Beetle. Tell her that Stone Point belongs to her. I know it's too late and I don't suppose it'll do any good, but I want to tell her how sorry I am. Yes, sir. That make me feel better, too, Mr. Dillon. And now our store, William Conrad. If you're smoking a filter tip cigarette, I'm certain you'll enjoy L and M filters, either king-size or regular. L and M's give you much more flavor, much less nicotine. They're just what the doctor ordered. Triumph. 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. Marshal. Tonight's story was specially written for gun smoke by John Meston, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Featured in the cast were Lawrence Dobkin, Harry Bartel, Jeanette Nolan, and Joe Cranston. Barney Bear as Chester, Howard McNeer as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Kitty. 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