 Around 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 gun smoke. Gun smoke, starring William Conrad. The story of the violence that moved West with young America. The story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. He sure made himself scarce in a hurry, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, it looks that way. The plaza seems pretty quiet. Maybe he got the wind up and rolled right on out of town. You're giving him credit for too much sense, Chester. Yes, sir. The only time that mallard bunch stops is when somebody stops him. Hey, come on, let's take a look in the Texas trees. All right. Something wrong? Kitty, I'm looking for Billy Mallard. Ah. You been around? Take a look at the mirror back at the bar. He's shot up half the town already and passed the word out that he's gonna shoot up the rest of it before midnight. When was he here? Half an hour ago, Matt. Drunk mean. I can't stand him or his father. Maybe they do own half of Texas, but I hate him. Well, they're texting on this, Kitty. And that means they've always got to be stunned. Chester. I told the mallards when I brought the cattle up here last year that they'd have to act civilized. Come on, Chester. Somebody light this up at the west end of the plaza. Yeah. It's probably the accidental. Oh, just a second, Marshal. What is that, Mr. Colby? Buckle's pistol shots, Marshal. I reckon that's young Billy Mallard. Kicking up his heel. Well, in about five minutes, he's gonna be kicking him up in jail. No, no, no, no. Let's not be hasty, Marshal Dillon. We have to think of the best interests of Dodge City in a situation like this. What? Those mallards are mighty important people, you know. All one of the biggest ranches in Texas. Always throw a lot of money around and lick them up here with a herd. Well, as far as I'm concerned, he gets the same treatment as any other drunken cowboy. I'm sorry, Mr. Colby. Now, wait a minute. All you're going to do is antagonize him. They'll turn their drives east from now on. They'll ship their stock out of Hayes City or Abilene. And you can't arrest Billy anyways. Well, he's got that gunman, Tom Wayne, and one of the 30, 40 Malloranche riders back in the day. Look, I'll argue with you later. I got a job to do. Dillon, you can't do that. Chester, let's go pick him up. That's him, all right, Mr. Dillon? Standing there in the light. Yeah. I see him. Must be a dozen or more of his riders with him. Chester, you keep Tom Wayne covered. The rest of them will wait for him to make the first move. I'll take Billy. Yeah. Mallor! Local Marshal, huh? Put the gun away, Mallor. Why don't you try to put it away for me, Marshal? Mr. Wayne, you'll keep your hands still and in plain sight. I said put the gun away, Billy. You're a mighty big Marshal. Hand with empty hands. Ten stars are yours, makes a good target. I got me a whole collection of stars like that. That's far enough. You'd better hold it right where you are. I give you two warnings, Billy. That's one more and I usually give a man. Now you hand over that gun. I told you to take it if you think you can. No! Let him go! You bend that gun barrel someday, Marshal. Lay it over man's head that way. Don't worry about it, Wayne. As long as it's not your head. I'm not worried. I would be, though, if I was wearing that star of yours. Why? Oh, King Mallor, he don't like badge-toters much. Especially when they buffalo the boy here. And he better leave the boy at home when he brings a herd north. Does he get away with this kind of behavior down there? He does. Well, here it's different. You can see for yourself. Maybe it ain't over yet, either. You weren't figuring on drawing a hand, were you, Wayne? It's nothing to me, Marshal. Not unless I get orders from King. Well, he knows where he can find me. Yeah, I reckon. All right, the rest of you men. You can stay up all night, spend your money, do as you please. With one exception. If any one of you pulls a gun inside the city limits of Dodge, you'll get the same treatment as young Mallor here. How's that clear? Come on, John. Let's go. All right, Chasta, let's drag him over to the jail. Are you sure he is out cold? Well, it's better than having a bullet in the stomach. That's what he was asking for. He certainly was. I declare, Mr. Dillon, if you don't stop taking chances when a man's already got a gun in his hand... That's for you can't shoot every cowboy who has a snort or two and starts to take it out from the town. I know, sir, but... Hand me that bucket of water there in the corridor, will you? Yes, sir. Now, that ought to bring him around. All right, Chasta, lock up the cell. Just a minute there, Marshal. Don't lock that cell. Lock it up, Chasta. Yes, sir. I just told you to stop the matter, didn't you hear me? I can probably hear you clear back in Texas. Now, what's on your mind? I'll tell you what's on my mind. I want my boy out of that cell. And I want him out in a hurry. Come around the morning when the court opens. He's under arrest. Arrest? You? I can buy you in this 30-cent town of yours and never know the difference. Maybe, but we'd know it. Now, you shut up and get out of here. I've hired you to bot this long enough. Either you'll open that cell or hand over the keys. I'm sorry. You there, come on. Hand them over. Here, now, Mr. Mowler. What's the matter? Dang, you've gone far enough. You've been something. Orange's going in the wrong way. I said, leave them alone. Let go of me, Dylan. Chasta, unlock the cell. Yes, sir. I'm warning you, Marshal, for the last time, if you don't get your hands off me. Sure, King. Here you go. Now lock it up, Chester. Yes, sir. I'll break you, Dylan. I'll break you and run you out of the country. Sure. Sure, I know. But you'll have to wait until tomorrow morning. I'm quiet around town, Mr. Dylan, with them mallards locked up. You and Chasta look thirsty, Marshal. I brought you a pitcher of beer. All in the house. Well, it's not a bad idea, Kitty. Well, thank you. I know. Don't worry about the mallards. They ought to be locked up in the same cell. They're two of a kind. Well, Kitty, it's... I don't know. The kid always has had his way paved for him with his old man's money. I don't know who's more to blame. Excuse me, Kitty. Uh-huh. But I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to do here. What are you going to learn, honey? Oh, Matt, I don't think you've met Nora Beale. Huh? Matt Dylan, Nora. And Chasta Cowd for it. All right. Probably know you. How do you do, ma'am? Well, Nora, honey, all you got to do right now is just stand around and look beautiful. I'll be along in a second to show you the ropes. Oh, thank you, Kitty. I'm very pleased to have met both of you. Thank you. Likewise, ma'am. Where'd she come from? She's no endogenous, isn't she? Oh, yeah. She's real sweet, Matt. She's a singer from Chicago or somewhere. She got stranded here a couple of days ago. She only plans to work a week and nothing else. Excuse me, Miss Kitty. Miss Dylan, look. There's King Mallard. What? Over at the bar there, Mr. Kelby. Well, what's he doing out of jail, ma'am? My gracious, he'll arrest the man and throw him in jail and an hour and a half later he's out loose again. It's aggravating. Sometimes he's got... Well, now. Now, Marshal, let's keep our temperature up. King, how did you get out of jail? When I've got anything to say to you, Dylan, I'll look you up. Now, now, Marshal, it's all perfectly legal. The mayor came down to his office. He fixed bail and he released Mr. Mallard and his son. They're both out, huh? Who went bail for this, Kelby? That's all in the best interest of the town, Marshal. Just like I've been telling Mr. Mallard here, it was just a misunderstanding and all of us hope he won't hold it against us. Kelby, I ought to run you in for obstructing justice. Somebody fired from the street, Mr. Dylan. I'll go out there. What? What? What is it, Kitty? Norville got hit, ma'am. She's hurt bad. We will return for the second act of gun smoke in just a moment. But first, giving medical and welfare assistance to our armed forces and veterans, collecting much needed blood, training our citizens for service in case of a national emergency, and always on the spot first with disaster relief, these are some of the many services of the American Red Cross. But this all costs money. $85 million this year. So please answer the call. Let's go generously to the Red Cross. Now for the second act of gun smoke. Over here, ma'am. They're over here at the poker table. All right, Kitty. Easy now, ma'am. It's all right. Sorry, boys. We're behind. There, ma'am. All right, Kitty. Take this coat under her head. How did somebody send for a doc? Yeah, when the dealer's gone after him. Oh, I don't know. I look normal. Don't try to move now. Looks like she was hit twice. Matt, do you think that she had a chance at all? I don't know, Kitty. Poor kid. It's all right, honey. Doc will be here soon. But why did they shoot me? Why? I think they were trying to get me, Nora. Not you. Why did they do it? Why? Oh, where's Doc? Why doesn't he get here? Do you want me to go after Mr. Dillon? Oh, please. I feel so... No. No, Chester. There's no need for Doc to hurry now. Oh, Matt. She was... So... Well, Doc can take care of it when he gets here. Looks like Billy Mallor really posed something this time, Mr. Dillon. No? How do you know it was Billy, Chester? You know, sir, half a dozen people saw him fire through the window and then ride off down the street. Yeah. I got a feeling those shots weren't wild. They were aimed at me. You were just lucky, Mr. Dillon. Where's Billy, not, Chester? I don't know, sir. I heard that Mallor bunch is getting ready to pull out. They're milling around the street out in front of their hotel. King Mallor and Tom Wayne are there. I'll have a cover, Billy, of course. It's going to be a lot tougher this time. Yes. A whole lot tougher, I reckon. Kitty? Yeah. Well, you sort of take charge of things here until Doc shows up. Oh, sure, Matt. You go on. Get your posse. Posse? You don't need one, miss. When you move in with a posse, you ask for a gunfight. Works on a man like an out-and-out challenge. I'm going to handle it alone. But there must be simply other matters. Only three that count, as long as we can control the Mallors and Tom Wayne, the others don't matter. Marshall! Oh, Kelvin. You got another suggestion for the best interests of the town? Now, listen here. You can't go up there, Marshall. That'll just lead to more killing. Won't do anybody any good. This wouldn't have happened, you know, if you'd taken my advice and not thrown that boy in jail. And it wouldn't have happened if you'd have stayed out of it and left him in jail, Kelvin. And tomorrow morning, he'd have sobered up and cooled off. Well, what's done's done. But they're getting ready to leave now. You can pass the word for King not to bring the boy along when he comes up next year and let it go at that. Don't make it any worse now, Marshall. Let it go at that. Don't antagonize him, huh? Look the other way. It's just Billy Mallor kicking up his heels, so let's stay real quiet. And maybe he won't commit another murder. Murder? It wasn't murder. That was an accident. It was murder. He meant to kill somebody, and he did. The only accident about it was the fact that he didn't kill me. Well, it's just a common dance hall girl. Nobody's gonna pay any mind. I mind, Kelvin. And the law minds. Then you stay out of this for now, and you understand me. Well, Dylan, you're not talking to some saddlebomb. Uh... Chester. Yes, sir. Matthew. Yeah, Kitty. I'm not gonna help you go get yourself killed. It seems to me I'm being sold off a shorter on here. Stay outnumber you, 20 to 1. Kitty, if I let Mallor get away with this, I'd be through on Dodge City, and so would the law. It was hard work bringing the law in here. And it's been hard work keeping it here. And it'd be 10 times harder trying to bring it back if it ever got shoved out. Yeah. All right, Matt. But do one thing, will you? What? Wait here. I'll be right back. Here. Take this shotgun with you. Red keeps it back at the bar, but you take it, Matt. It'll help the odds a little, at least. It's a good idea, Mr. Dylan. I'd sure feel a lot easier in my mind if you took it. Well, all right. Thanks, Kitty. I'll see you. Pretty little thing. Yeah. Out down the street in front of the hotel. Yeah, I see. Looks like the whole Mallor mob. This ain't gonna be very easy. King and Wayne are there, but I don't see Billy. No, sir, I don't either. Those two are the ones to watch, Tester. Don't let them start a play. Yes, Mr. Dylan, I understand. Here comes Marshall, Mr. Mallor. I want that boy of yours. What's the charge this time, Dylan? Murder. That girl died. She died. Now, where's Billy? Where'd you get the idea he had anything to do with it? Half a dozen people saw him fire the shots from the street. Well, I say he wasn't near that. Well, don't say it to me. Say it in court. Now, where is he, King? Marshall, there's 40 of my riders standing here in the street. Every one of them packing a gun. I suppose you just turn around, start walking. I said, where's Billy? All I got to do is give the word, Dylan, these boys will drop you right in your trap. You're not giving anybody the word, King. Buck shots have got a pretty fair spread. Now, at the first sight of any move by this bunch, and I'll get you and Wayne with one blast. Now, you better warn him, King. Dylan, you're barking up the wrong tree here. You rode out of town, headed south. That's his horse tied after the rail, isn't it? All right, where is he, King, inside the hotel? Now, look, Marshall, there's no call for all this. Maybe Billy did get a little bit out of line. He's always been a high-spirited young man, but there's no reason for us to lose our heads. You know, you got no case against him. Every one of my men here will swear he wasn't anywhere near that. We've got our chance at the trial. Well, now, that's just trouble. We can't hang around here waiting for a trial. It cost me money, but I am willing to spend quite a bit, Marshall, to avoid being convenience. Never mind, King. Don't be a fool, Marshall. Shut up, Wayne. Move over a little closer to him. All right, that's it, right there. All right. The rest of you men fish your guns out and drop them on the ground. Now, slow and easy, no sudden moves. Watch him, Chester. Yes, sir, I am. Back up now, out into the street, away from those guns. A whole bunch of you. Move! Here, Chester, take the shotgun, keep it covered. Yes, sir. Hold it now, just like you are. Nobody will get hurt. Dylan, what you gonna do? I'm going in the hotel and bring out that kid. Watch him, Chester. Yes, sir, Mr. Dylan. Yeah? He's upstairs, somewhere. Alone? Everybody else, clear it out. Well, now's your time. Go ahead if you want. The millers won't bother you. Thank you, Marshall. And the best of luck to you, sir. You better give up. Billy, you haven't got a chance. If you know what's going on. Now, hold it, Billy. Throw your gun out into the hall. I'm going to kill you, Dylan. It's your last chance, Billy. Now, come out into the hall and give yourself up. I'll kill you, so help me. Was that easy dead? Yeah. I gave him two chances, he wouldn't take them. Yeah, headstrong. Always was. I guess maybe, maybe I didn't bring him up right. It's too late to worry about that now. I'm sorry, King. For Billy and for the girl both. He had it coming. I know that much. I tried to stop it. Too late. Only we are new. But you wouldn't bluff Tom. Go get him. We'll have to bury him in Kansas. All right, King. We'll be leaving Dodge right after. Gun smoke under the direction of Norman McDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. This story was specially written for Gun Smoke by Les Crutchfield with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Featured in the cast were Sam Edwards, John Daener, Lawrence Dobkin, Harry Bartel, Charlotte Lawrence, and Barney Phillips. Wally Bear is Chester and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Gun smoke is heard by our troops overseas through the facilities of the Armed Forces Radio Service. 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. Every Sunday evening, CBS Radio presents My Little Margie, a hilarious comedy show starring Charles Ferrell and Gale Storm. 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