 A large city and in the territory on West, there is just one way to handle the killers of the spoilers, and that's with a US Marshal and the smell of guns smoke. That moved West, but Youngham moved with it. I'm that man, Matt Dillon, the 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. Well done, if you ain't got a pretty smart eye today, Mr. Dillon. Oh, what do you mean, Justin? We're picking up the back of his wagon that way without swearing a piano. That thing that drops down makes a platform stand on and feel at the cross. That puts some thinking to do to think of that. Well, he better go on thinking to figure out some new place to set it up. He's about to start his selling talk. Yeah, I will wait until he finishes. That music is yours. I will be more of that later, folks, but right now I'm going to let you in on the chance of a lifetime. Right, and we are moving a little bit closer, Mr. Dillon. I'm going to look closer to this bottle I'm holding in my hand because this bottle is going to change your whole blamed life. For every single one of you, you're asking me why, and I'm going to tell you why. I didn't hear nobody asking. Every one of these bottles is filled right up to the court with old Dr. Walker's muscle bone blood and nerve tonic. And if there's a man, a woman, or a child here that ain't ever heard of old Dr. Walker's muscle bone blood and nerve tonic, let him speak right up now and display his... You heard of it, Justin. Oh, I... Tonight, you good people of Dodge City opportunity is yours. Because it is my privilege to introduce for the first time on the frontier this famous elixir, this bottle-drama of radiant health, this magic blend of 27, mind you, 27 powerful drugs and herbs, many of them taken from the magic medical secrets of ancient Greece and Egypt. He sure does get a lot of... What are you doing? Listen now. Tonight, only to the first 20 of you who step up here, I will give the unheard of opportunity of buying a new life for the unbelievable and insignificant sum of only one dollar. One silver dollar. Now, who'll be first? You gonna tell him now? Now, when he passes with his customers here. Well, if you are... Yeah. Good-bye, and all I will pay them. Howdy there. Just a minute, sir. I have to get you a bottle out of the way. No, I am not a customer. My name's Dylan, Matt Dylan. I'm a U.S. Marshal here in Dodge. Oh, I see. Well, there is the law, Matt. My name is Hart Finney, Marshal. Meg, this is Marshal Dylan. This is my wife. Pleased to meet you, man. What do you want with us? Now, Meg, Meg. Marshal, I know how some of these stomachs people sell our. But this one of mine is different. I swear to that. Well, that's not quite what I mean. I had bad health, Marshal. That's why we had to leave Virginia and take up this kind of work. Live out in the open, the doctor said, and I'll tell you, I've been taking this chronic myself regularly. And it helps, too, life. I feel a dang sight better than I ever did. Well, I'm glad to hear that, man. When the price paid out of line, either it cost me 60 cents of bottle cash made down in Kansas City. And if that's our... Oh, wait a minute, mister. I am not here because of this medicine here. Salad is the spot that you could take the salad on. This place? What's the matter with it? It's common-held land, ain't it? Oh, no. It belongs to a man named Grant Medford, a saloon keeper here in Dodge. But I asked a couple of people. I mean, said it was public. There's even a wealth of everybody here. Well, I know people have got the kind of a habit of thinking about it as a public property, but it isn't. Grant Medford took it up under the Homestead Act quite a few years back. He just hasn't gotten around to proving it up yet. Oh. Now he's aiming to let it all of a sudden. Right this week? Well, I wouldn't know. He's still got a right to keep trespassers off, so... So he's piled a legal complaint, Mr. Fenni. Oh, it ain't like I was hurting the property in non-martial, and I'm only gonna be here less than a week just till my stock is gone. I got no choice, Mr. Fenni. I gotta serve this notice on you. It's the only vacant ground around that's close to the saloons and eating places where a lot of people come by. I'm sorry. You're telling us to get, is that it? I'm afraid so, Mr. Fenni. I can give you the old morning. And that's all. Marshall, I'm a reasonable man. When I'm treated reasonable. It ain't you, I mean, you got your duty to do, but this fellow Medford, well, he sounds mighty selfish. And I don't like a selfish man. No, Marshall. I'm not hurting a thing. I'm staying. I'm sorry, Mr. Fenni, but the law says you can't. And what do you say? Well, I'm a lawman. Let me have a refill of that rye whiskey there, kiddie. This one? Yeah. Why don't you just set it here on the bar? Sure. Why not? Go ahead. Pour it yourself, Mr. Fenni. I gotta see what my competitors are serving, don't I? Good evening, kiddie. How are you, man? Well, good evening, myself. Have a drink? Not right now, thanks, my friend. And did you get rid of them trespassers for me? They'll be leaving in the morning. In the morning? Why didn't you boot them out tonight? I won't hurt anything to let them stay the morning. Of course, I might be persuaded to let that woman in here stay around as long as she wants. He's a mighty good looker. Look, Medford, this man Fenni seems to be pretty decent and honest. He's heading out for Kansas City as long as he gets rid of his stock. It wouldn't hurt you any to let him stay out the week, would it? Well, I reckon you did see that woman all right. Sweet talk, you did shit. It's enough, Medford. Marshal, I signed the trespassing complaint. Ain't that a right guy? Then why don't you just go serve it? You're always talking to all five holy about upholding the law. It's been served, Medford, and I'm just trying to give you a chance to do something for somebody for what's in your life. You get them two out of there, Marshal. If you ain't man enough, then me and the boys will come around and do it for you. You and your boys put your noses into my bills and I'll knock your heads together, is that correct? Hey, nothing more to tell you. Wait a minute, Mr. Medford. You owe me a dollar for those things. A dollar? Well, with my place, you can get four drinks for a dollar. Sure, but we buy our liquor. We don't make it in the back room. What seems to be the trouble in that? You ought to know, Doc, you and Chester have been standing there hanging on every word, flapping your ears like a pair of jackasses. Oh, well, I don't you go taking it out on us just to feel your wild up to Grant, Medford. That man's got me riled up, too, Doc. Well, uh, by all rights, I ought to be trying to run this finny out of town myself. You know, he's gonna hurt my practice. If that stuff makes everybody as healthy as he claims it will. I notice you bought a bottle from him yourself, Doc. I did. Oh, yes, of course. Yes, well, I was... Like I was in the chest. I wanted to find out what was in it, if you understand. See if it was harmful or not, that's all. Well, if you ask me, it ain't nothing harmful, but... I bought myself two kinds of... Oh, yes, you drink anything wrong as you put it up in a bottle. Well, just the same, Doc. You've got a mighty pleasant taste, too. It ought to. It's 20% alcohol. See, man, Grant Medford's a cheap, crooked skin fit. And everybody in town knows it. Now, there, why don't you just tear up that warrant and forget about it? I can't do that, Doc. The Finneys will have to pull out. First thing in the morning. I don't know where he is, and I lie him to you, Marshal. I didn't say you were, Ms. Finney. I tell you if I know, but I just don't know. At least, not exactly. Well, he must have told you something before he left, didn't he? Well, sure he did. Just like I said. You'll see it to me, Ms. Finney. I knew the 12-year-old would be off this property the first thing this morning. Oh, he noted, all right. He'll be here any minute now, Marshal. Ms. Finney, how do you know he'll be here if you don't know where he went? I didn't say that. I said I didn't know where he was right this minute. Then tell me where he went. I can't tell you, Marshal. Hart said not to. Well, he said he'd explain you all about it himself. And everything Hart says me to do, I do. Look, ma'am, I know loyalty to a fine thing, but I served an affix notice on you two last night, and I had to apply it and buy it. Well, I need her, don't worry. It's all right, Marshal. It's all right. She was only doing what you was going to do. Right the bed, honey. What would have seen that judge of yours was what's his name? Judge Ben. Yeah, that's Judge Ben. He's a mighty fine man. He's an open-minded man. He knows the law, too. Well, I think he gave me a paper here, Marshal. And I think maybe you ought to take a look at it. Uh-huh. Kind of thinks something like this ought to hold up. Pro-writers, of course. You're a man to enforce the law of the same kind of power as you do for dark cities. A man's right. It's right, Mr. Peniel. No matter where he comes from, then you will back up and see a piece of paper. Whatever, that takes some time. And members are a hard man, and he doesn't have any time for what he's working for. Marshal, maybe the law here can't be bought out, but could it maybe get scared out? Why don't you just wait, Mr. Peniel, and you will see. You know, I don't see any leverage, boy, in that crowd, Mr. John. He'll bring them with him, just or whenever he gets some work done. All right, boys, quiet down, now. I want your undivided attention, if you please. In just a few short minutes, I am going to open the doors of opportunity to one and all of you once again. And while you're waiting, my good wife, Meg, will put a new row in the piano. All right, Meg. Give the good folks a little too. Chester. Hi, Doc. You have brought yourself a little extra help. Grant Menfield have ate at Tim Minwood. I told him the same thing. They are almost right, Doc. He's got nine. What do you think, sir? Cool, cool. There they come. He's coming down the street there. I figured I'd better strap my gun down and come down here and help you. You can unstrap it, Mr. Fenny, and get back over to that wagon and run your show. I ain't never asked another man to fight my battle jet. In this case, it's the law of fighting. Go on now. You get into this with a gun in your mouth. It's the same as asking for a shoe. So you stay out of it. All right, Marshall. Come on, Chester. We'll walk out to the street and meet him. Yes, sir. You stay out of it, too, Doc. I will in a pig's eye. Oh, Medford, look how mighty upset Mr. Dillon. Well, I imagine he is. He's got all day to get that way. What's the meaning of this, Marshall? All right, that's far enough, you'll men. How come you ain't enforced that warrant, Marshall? How come you didn't kick these trespassers off my property? And I'm afraid it'd be against the law, Medford. Against the law? It turns out it's not your property, after all. What are you talking about? The fact that Hart-Fenney and Judge Bent put their heads together this morning and came up with a rid of injunction. Yeah, you can take a look at it if you want. It seems this grounds public domain. I made one you tried to pull off. I took up this land eight years ago. That's right, Medford. But you didn't build on it and you didn't prove it up. And according to Judge Bent, unimproved land that's left open to public use without protest for five years or more reverts to public domain. Judge Bent's out of his mind. That well over there has been used by everybody in town for the last six years. And Judge Bent figures that's plenty of public use to wipe out your claim to the title. You hear that, boy? Shiced your carnival barker. It turns out to be a squatter. A low-down land grabber. Now, wait a minute, Medford. Fenney hasn't grabbed anything. Now he's got the law stringing along with it. But what if he did? Perhaps he got that dirty-faced knife in his sweet talk tomorrow. Now, I wonder about that once, Medford. All right, come on, get up. You're not hurt that bad. Here, my show. And talk big, too. I was a gun slinger. Talking to a business man I knew wouldn't begin to withdraw me. Uh-huh. You got some kind of suggestion you want to make? Sure. Sure, you take off that gun. I'll break you in two. Chester. Chester? First one of Medford's men that makes a move blow a hole in him with that shotgun. Chester, Mr. Dill? Here, Doug. All my gun belt with him. Are you sure, man? Mr. Muzzard? Stop breakin' him. And I'm ready. I've been waitin' for a chance like... Watch out for his spurs, man! I'll break you in two. I'll break you in two. I'll break you in two. I'll break you in two. I'll break you in two. I'll break you in two. Have you had enough of my footage? I'll kill you. I'll help you. All right. All right. You might have worked for him. Any of you want to take up a relift off? Pack him down the street and suck him in that horse trough. He can't lie here all night. We're both mighty grateful to you, Muzzard. Ah, forget it, Mr. Dill. It would have sooner or later even if you hadn't been there. He said I'd come for a lunch. He certainly has, Matt. And you gave it to him. You know, Mr. Fene, you better grab on to this crowd and sell him some tonic before they start driftin' away. My god, you were right. It's better to drink again. All right, folks. We'll have to wait for others now. It is a big change. We'll open the door. Well, it looks like Dodge has got itself a new municipal park, doesn't it? Yes. Looks like we're going to be sure. Right around here. We sure are, Chester. Oh, excuse me, boys. I've got to get me some more of that stuff. You're still testing it, Doc? Well, of course. What else would I be doing? Hey, tell me something, would you? Tell you what? You're sure that stuff's only 20% alcohol? Thank you, George. You know, it was just five years ago this month that Matt Dillon, Chester, Kitty, and Doc first walked along the plaza in Dodge City, Kansas. And there's one very good reason why you still find them living there in that wild camp at the edge of the high plains. CBS radio's listeners seem to want it that way. It's our feeling that perhaps no period in American history has given birth to so many giants, legendary or historical, as those fabulous frontier years. We like to think that gun smoke is part in portraying it. We've tried for as much truth as good drama will allow and as research will furnish. And we like to think also that radio brings you the full flavor of this old west. Matt Dillon's little asides to Chester Proudfoot can conjure up vivid pictures of, oh, the Kansas plains, the sod huts, the great herds of Texas cattle, the heat, the mud, the buffalo skinners, and the lonely ranging bands of Indians, all of which have long since vanished from the American scene. So on this, our fifth anniversary, may we sincerely thank you for your interest, which, after all, made the whole thing possible. Gun smoke produced and directed by Norman McDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. The story was specially written for Gun Smoke by Les Crutchfield with editorial supervision by John Meston. The Gun Smoke theme was composed by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were John Daener, Vic Perron, and Virginia Gregg. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNair is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. William Conrad, co-starring with Academy Award winner Anthony Quinn, may soon be seen in his own production of The Ride Back for the Associates and Outreach, a United Artists release. Join us again next week for another story on Gun Smoke.