 Down Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with the 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, and the story of a man who 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. Solid Dodge is a thing of beauty, Mr. Dillon, but it's looking kindly pretty to me today. Yeah, it's been a hot trip. I'm glad to be back. You'd have done as good to stay right here. We picked you up, didn't we? I ain't gonna do you no good. What do you mean by that? Forget it, Chester. Take the horses around to the stable, will you, Chester? Ask Master Rubham down. Well, yes, sir, but don't you want me to help you lock this fella up? I think I can handle it. We ain't gonna be for long. You seen how it's done there? Never mind, Chester, just go along, huh? My brother North said that, and he stayed right here until I let him out. Well, no, it's different. Maybe so, but I wouldn't hold my breath until he got you out. Now, why don't you settle down and shut up? Sam, on a day like this, I'm afraid it'd put me to sleep. I'd like to buy you a beer, Marshal. Oh? I don't know you, do I? Well, no, Marshal, not yet. I was figuring on changing that. Now, what's your name? North Small. Oh, you know my brother Cleary, Marshal? Yeah, he's in my jail. I was aiming to talk a little about that. Well, go on, talk. Marshal, I just figured we could make a deal. A regular business deal, you might say. I wouldn't offer a bribe if I were you. Why? I ain't even thinking that way, Marshal. Well, I'm glad to hear that. No, sir, no, I'm a gambler, Marshal Dillon. I'll gamble for anything, money, horses, a woman. Oh, your brother? Well, just let's look at it like this, Marshal. We sit down to a few hands of poker. You could win a lot of money that way. And you'd win Cleary, huh? Well, an accident could happen, couldn't it? He could get out. An accident can happen to anybody's, won't it? Well, now, listen, Marshal... You listen to me. You say you're a gambler. Well, if I were you, I'd bet on a poker game or a woman, but I sure wouldn't bet on getting Cleary out of jail. Every man has his price, Marshal. Yeah, folks say that. And don't be too high and mighty with me. You got your price, too, and I'll find out what it is. Get-outs. You mark my words? I said get-outs. Sure, Marshal. Next time, maybe you'll be my play. Don't count on it. Oh, Sam, I guess I'll have that beer after all. All right, Marshal. I'll get it for you, man. Oh, thanks, Cleary. Yeah, yeah. You're giving me pretty quick service. Of course, I won't be seeing you for a while. Are you that anxious to get away? I can't deny. A few days away from Dodge won't break my heart. Yeah. You want me to pick up your stage ticket for you? No, I got that yesterday, Matt. I wasn't taking any chances on missing it. Oh, you sure weren't. I'll come by and carry your bag down for you. Thanks, Matt. Don't be late. Don't worry. I won't. I don't want you to blame me if you miss the stage. And now, here are Edgar Bergen and Charlie McCarthy. There you go. I think someone's looking for you. Oh, Mr. Bergen. Well, hello, empty clinker. What's wrong? My car battery is run down. I think it's an acid condition. Oh, I see. Well, have you seen a service man? Well, I had a blind date with a sailor last night, but he got away. No, I mean a mechanic. Well, seeing you own a General Motors car, you should see your GM dealer for service. His mechanics are GM trained. They have specialized tools and factory-approved parts to provide your fine GM car with the GM care it deserves. So if you own a Chevrolet car or truck, a Pontiac, an Oldsmobile, Buick, Cadillac, or a GMC truck, you should make a date with a General Motors service man. Oh, that sounds exciting. Will he have blue eyes? That road don't seem to get no smoother. I'll say that for it. He certainly doesn't. I heard a doctor once. He said it was good for your innards getting thrown around like this. That may be, but as far as the rest of you... That's sure a fact. Well, we'll be in dodge for long. I won't be sorry about that. I don't think I will either this time. Help! It's the marshal. Here, here. You sit right down there and I'll see the things. I'll take care of you, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. I'll take care of you real good. No food since this morning. The way you're gone, you're not likely to hurry it up any. Now, you listen here, marshal. A man has a right to his dinner. You haven't starved yet. Well, it ain't your fault. You ate it or you're done. It doesn't make much difference to me one way or the other. I got a lot to get even with you when I get out. Yeah, when you get out. You better be ready, marshal. Mr. Dillon! Mr. Dillon! Yeah, back here, Chester. Mr. Dillon, it's just awful. Oh, what's awful? Ain't nobody left alive bodies and dead horses. That's all they could find. What are you talking about? Mr. Dillon, they've been a wreck. A terrible bad stage wreck. They turned over. Coming from the north? Have you told Doc? No, sir, not yet. Go on, Chester, I'll meet you at the delivery stable. But Mr. Dillon! What is it now? Ain't that the stage Miss Kitty was coming back on? Yeah, Chester it is. All right, go on, I'll get Doc and let's get going. Yes, sir, right away. Excuse me, Mr. Dillon, right down there. Yeah. That driver must have really been whipping them horses around that curve. Unless I ever see. Yeah. Milton and me, we laid them out over here. Done the best we could. Now, Doc's on his way. I don't think there's nothing for him to do, Marshal. You can see for yourself. We didn't see no signs of life. Mr. Dillon? Yeah, Chester. She ain't there? Miss Kitty ain't there? Joe. Yeah, Marshal? Uh, nobody was thrown out anyplace else, huh? Not that we could see when we come on her, Marshal. And me and Milton looked around pretty good. We wanted to be sure. Yeah. Thanks, Joe, you did a good job. Sure, Marshal. Come on, Chester, let's look around. I'm sure I am glad about Miss Kitty. Yeah. Did you shoot these horses? No, Marshal. We shot when we found them. Thanks. Somebody must have been here before, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, somebody sure shot the horses. It's a good thing they was put out of their misery. Whoever did it, his trail has been trampled down by everybody who's been here since. Well, he done a nice thing, whoever it was. I wonder what made Miss Kitty change her mind about coming home on this stage, I mean. I'm wondering about that too, Chester. Well, there's probably a message at the telegraph office. Yeah, maybe there is. Right, Miss Dillon, I was sure they'd be a message. It just ain't like Miss Kitty not letting us know no more. Yeah. Of course it could be that she maybe wanted to surprise us. That could be. I say that could be, couldn't, Miss Dillon. What's that? I'm just saying, it could be that Miss Kitty maybe was wanting to surprise us. Oh, yeah, yeah, maybe so. Marshall. Yeah, boy. I'm supposed to give you this. Well, Mr. Dillon. Where'd you get this? I was fishing on Cruple Creek. Where? You're the big Ben. Yeah, go on. A man could buy and give me some money to bring this to you. What did you know him? I've never seen him before. You sure? Honest, Marshall, I ain't done nothing. All right, all right, you can go on, son. There's a note in it. Yeah, thanks. Mr. Dillon, ain't that Miss Kitty's purse? Yeah. Is she all right? I don't know, Chester. The note says to bring Doc. All right, go on, get the horses. Came as soon as I got the message. Oh, Doc. What are you doing out here? Nobody's lived on this place since old man Craig left five years ago. I'm not sure, Doc, but I'm hoping we'll find Kitty. Here? Yeah, here. Here, read this note. It was brought to me in Kitty's purse. Yeah, I see. Come to Craig Place. Bring Doc. What does it mean? I don't know, Doc. Somebody must have Kitty. That's all I know. Well, did you look around here? Of course I looked around. Well, all right, all right. I was just wondering. Mr. Dillon, look here on here. Well, that's North Small. See, you got my message. Where did you take Kitty, North? I rescued her from an awful wreck, Marshal Dillon. Where is she? Now take it easy. She better be all right. Well, now I'm going to a lot of trouble about that, Marshal. I told you to bring Doc, didn't I? He can't do anything unless he sees her. Oh, I aim for him to see her. That's why I rode all this way. All right, let's go then. Oh, not you, Marshal. Just the Doc. And on one condition. What's that? That you stay here, nice and quiet, until Doc comes back. Agreed? Well, now, the little lady's life depends on it. All right, go on, Doc. Yeah, sure, man. That's being smart, Marshal Dillon. Real smart. You better stay that way. They've been gone an awful long time, Mr. Dillon. Yeah. Couldn't we... Mr. Dillon, we... Couldn't we have followed them? Yeah, we could have followed them. Sure do. He's just sitting around here while Miss Kay's laying there hurting. That's why we're sitting here. How's that? To keep her from getting hurt worse. Well... I guess you're right. I better be right. There they come. You see her, Doc? I saw her, Matt. She's badly hurt. She didn't know me. Yeah, Doc says she's in a bad way. She needs a lot of taking care of. I want to take her back to town, Matt. She needs nursing. Why don't you bring her with you? Why, you know why, Marshal? You tell me. Well, it's simple. I figure that Doc can go right back to her. Back where? You're a smart man, but you ain't that smart. You ain't gonna find out where. All right, Doc goes back. It's all right with me. It's all right with me too, Marshal. Just as soon as you get back here from Dodge. I see. Sure you see. You bring Clary here and Doc brings Kitty. It's a simple exchange, Marshal. You better do it, Matt. Yeah, I'll do it. Sure you will, Marshal. I told you, you have your price just like anybody else. Yeah. Just be sure it isn't too high. All right, come on, Chester. We're right back to town. Refreshment. This is where I talk, Kay. Get the really light refreshment. That's Pepsi-Cola, of course. I just wanted to say be sociable, Charles. Of course, Kay. Be sociable. Be sociable. Have a Pepsi on the road or at home. It always refreshes without filling. Charlie. Pick up extra cartons now. Pepsi is so delicious, it goes fast. That's why you should keep plenty of Pepsi on hand. Maybe I'd better sing. Be sure to say keep Pepsi handy. Yes, Charlie. But the song says it sociably. Be sociable. One more Pepsi. Bring flight refreshing Pepsi. What Kay means is, get plenty of Pepsi next time you shop. Well, yes. Might as well sit down and take it easy. Of course, I guess you can't blame a nun for being nervous, Clary. Them big men all get nervous when they've got their guns. There sure is a lot of smart talk going on around here. Don't worry about it, Chester. Oh, I ain't worried. He ain't worried, he says. Well, he ought to be worried. Ain't that so, Nort? Well, now, Clary, I don't know about that. He behaves himself until the doc gets back with a woman. He might come off all right. Well, what are we waiting for? Why don't we just go now? No, we can't. We sort of made a bargain about it, Clary. I figure we ought to show the marshal when the small boys make a deal. They keep their word. Well, that surprises me some. I've got a notion to fix you. No, no, no. Chester, there's too old for you to pick on. Well, there ain't neither too old. I'll show you right this minute. Chester. There's a plan asking for it, Mr. Dillon. Sit down. I don't rightly feel like sitting down. I said, sit down. Marshal, sure is a big man ordering folks around, ain't he, Clary? I'd like to order him around. Yeah. Yeah, I bet you would. All right, then, Clary, you take a crack at it. Order him around a little bit. Well, I sure will, Marshal. Sure I will. I've seen that, eh? Chester, before we get out of here, I want you to fill our canteen. That's it. That's it, Marshal. You fill our canteen. I'll go do it, Mr. Dillon. Oh, never mind, Chester. I'll do it. I bet your life he'll do my gun on him. Bring him here, Marshal. I am Tim. It's a fling, gotta be a smart alecky. If you shut up there, I'll crack your head with this gun. I'll leave him be, Clary. We ain't never had to pick on puny fellas like him. Sure not. Just a big one. Well, I'm plenty big for the likes of you. I ain't gonna hear much more talk. Ain't gonna be no more talk. Never mind, Chester. What was you doing? I said never mind. That's right, smart of you, Marshal. Now go put them canteens back on our saddles. Mr. Dillon, here they come. Yeah, I see them. You see, Marshal? When I make a deal, I stick to it. How is she, Doc? She's better, Matt. She'll make it. Matt? You got kidding. My purse. Doc says you have my purse. Yeah. It's back at the office. Don't lose anything out of it. You see, Matt, when a woman starts worrying about things like that, she's gonna be all right. Good. Now that's fine, Doc. All right, take her on then, huh? All right. I guess we'll be on our way too, Marshal. We got a long ride. That'll seem long. Maybe you'll remember, Marshal, about a man at his price. Yeah. I think maybe we'll both remember. It just sticks in my craw. How's that? Well, you having to be to meek and nice and let them two fellas off scot-free? Don't worry about it. I ain't exactly worrying about it. I'd do anything to make sure Mr. K. was all right. But seeing them ride off bold as brass and seeing you even have to fill their canteens for them just don't set right, Mr. John. Is that gonna set right with them either, Chester? How's that? You know why old man Craig left this place? I'm sure I don't. Because that pond is full of bad water as stock kept dying off on it. Mr. John, you mean... That's a hot day, Chester. Swilling that water all day, they'll either be dead or sick enough to come along feasible. We'll wait a day and then ride out and pick them up. Okay. Okay, Mr. John. By Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal. The story was specially written for gunswoke by Maryam Clark with editorial supervision by John Meston. Featured in the cast were Vick Perron, Barney Phillips, James Nussar and Richard Biel. Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNeer is Doc and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. 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