 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 chance they job, but it makes a man watchful, and a little lonely. Talking about Harvey, it's the far piece you had to reckon. If you ask me, it's about as far away as a man can get without starting back again. Yeah, and all this heat. Ain't this the dangest weather you ever seen? I don't know. I've seen dangers. Hey, looky there. Where? I'm appointment, ain't I? Oh. Why, it's a wagon and a bunch of people. Cooking food. It's only a man and a woman, Merle. Probably is right. Well, they're cooking food. Harvey, we ain't it in two days. Maybe they'll throw us a little something. Come on. Here's my wife, Linda. Howdy. How do? What's that here cooking in the stew pot? Oh, just potatoes and beans. Mighty little of that. Sorry we can't offer you none. I wouldn't mind potatoes and beans, mister. I ain't it in two days. My twin brother here ain't it either. Sure am sorry, but there ain't even enough for me and the woman as it is. Had real bad luck finding beans. We was kind of counting on all that or something to eat, mister. And today's Sunday, too. Huh? Here. I'll get my dad with the bill. No. It just ain't enough, I tell you. Joe, maybe we'd better get him something. Merle, what, Harvey? There's too many miles to feed around here. That's the sure truth, mister. Now, mighty sorry. You better saddle up and move on. I don't know as we're ready. Look, mister. Now, don't reach for that rifle. It ain't fitting to handle weapons on a Sunday. Well, turn around, mister, and get out. I shot him. I reckon I did. I hurt him. He had no call to poke his weapon at us, had we. All we want is dinner. Joe. Oh, Joe. Dang fool. Joe. Merle, make that woman shut up. Are we going to eat, Harvey? Joe. Might as well. Lady, lady, please. I'm kind of sorry about how things turned out. I'm kind of sorry. It makes us feel bad to hear you carrying on, Joe. I'm kind of sorry. Hear that, Joe? I'm kind of sorry. Sorry you're dead. Oh, now, lady. I just want to thank you, Joe. I just got so sorry, too. Where are you going, lady? Lady? The woman's going, Merle. She didn't tell me, Harvey. She just kept talking to herself and walked away. She's just as well. One thing I can't stand is not as a woman. Me, too. Hey, that looks good. No, dear, please. We can eat our fill now. Uh-huh. What about that team of horses? Tied up out over there. And we're all going to see them. Oh, never did hold for stealing. Remember? Oh, I wouldn't steal nothing, Harvey. I know that, but we can't leave them four beasts tied up. They'll be down right cool. Well, then turn them loose. I don't reckon these people don't need them any more, anyhow. Give me another bunch of that stew, Harvey. It's mighty tasty. Oh, hard to. That little marker fur grave, though. Somehow it kind of helps, don't it? Yeah, it does. Look down there, Mr. Dillon. Must be another immigrant heading west. That's a funny place to make camp, though. Ain't no smoke coming up. Nobody wouldn't do a thing like that, Mr. Dillon. Would they? Let's take a look in the wagon beyond me. Ain't sure it don't make sense, does it? No, no, no. I think we can do nows and get him buried. Took you long enough. I don't want to have to go back for more in the dark, Harvey. Don't you like this camp, Murrow? Oh, it's a tolerable fair camp. Why? Well, what's that? That I've had by on him some little while. Good thing. Get down, stranger. Harvey and Murrow, see me? We're twins. Where you headed for, cowboy? Dodge. My golly, we've been trying to find dodge for days and days. Where is it at, anyways? What? About 40 miles, oh, your honor? Never mind. Where's Dodge? You seen any Indians, Grant? Ended. Any kind of Indians. Take it, there. Erwin, Murrow? Nah, Indians is all I like to us. What are you talking about? A year is dumb as a rest, I think, Grant. Oh, never mind him, Harvey. Nobody out on the prairie knows nothing about where there's Indians. What do you want Indians for? I don't understand. You leave it to us what we want Indians for. You hungry? Oh, yeah. I reckon I could eat something. We shot a antelope this afternoon. It's been boiling in the pot there for quite a spell. Be ready for it all. Well, it might have good of you. Sit down, Grant. I'll get me a knife and poke around the pot some. Meat might be done already. I better see to my horse first. Oh, I'll steak him out for you, Grant. You're probably plum-tuckered out, right, Norway? Just pour yourself some coffee. Thank you. It used to hospitality like this. Being Sundays, we ain't hardly done a thing all day, Grant. That's right. That's what I forgot about Sunday. Man, all the rest one day a week. Our Paul always said so. He must have been a right religious man, your Paul. Yep. Sundays, he was always sleeping off a drone. He didn't hold a fighting and killing on the Sabbath. No. Well, last Sunday, somebody sure must have got drunk or something. Why? A family got wiped out east of here. Some pilgrims traveling to California. A man and his wife. Indians, huh? Dump, gun it. Why didn't you tell me they were the Indians around? I didn't say it was Indians. Fact is, I heard there wasn't a scalp to nothing. No. I declare, you can be plum disappointment. All I said was it must have been somebody drunk or crazy. Are you saying it was us, Janet? Me and Merle? No. Look here, man. I didn't say nothing like that. Well, it was. You did it? You killed him? Only killed a man. He ran off. Must have died. You're crazy. You knowed it all along, didn't you? That's why you come here. No, that ain't true. I didn't know anything. Look at me, boy. Got shot in his belly. He's killing him. You don't? Well, I had to, Merle. He found out we killed that fella last week. Don't know how he figured it, but he knowed too much. Got to talking real loose. I wish you'd told me, Harvey. Now I got his horse staked out and everything. Well, go turn him loose. Suffer is about ready. All right. Well, don't you start eating before I get back. I won't. What's it on? Thank you. Guess you heard about that cowboy they found out on the ferry, huh? Yeah. He was nearby and brought them both in today. There's nothing missing on that, kiddie. Not even the $30 he had in his pocket. Thank you. Maybe it was the same murderer who killed that man and his wife a couple of weeks ago, man. I don't know, kiddie. Three people murdered and there doesn't seem to be any reason for it. Well, it doesn't leave you much to go on, does it? Yeah, it sure doesn't. I sure did. What? We want to talk to you. Sit down, Merle. All right, Harvey. My name is Harvey Finney. My twin brother's name is Merle Finney. Nobody in this town knows nothing, Marshall. Well, I bet you two could teach him a lot. Look at her. I sure ain't never going to get married. You old ape. What do you men want anyway? Indians. We can't find no Indians nowhere, Marshall. No where at all. What are you going to do, join them? No, we ain't going to join them. We're going to kill them. We come west to kill Indians, Marshall. You've got to help us find some. Nobody else will. Uh-huh. Oh, maybe they got a reason not to, mister. Just because they're dumb. No, just because maybe they don't want a pair like you to stir up an Indian war. I don't know what your reasons are, but I'm telling you to forget about killing Indians and go on back home where you belong. Oh, he ain't no more use in the rest of them, Harvey. Oh, wait a minute. I'm curious. Why do you men want to go Indian hunting anyway? We read it in a book. You what? Now that's a lie, Murrow. You know Paul never did hold with lying. Well, all right. We can't read, but a fellow back home, he told us about this book. It was all about Indians, murdering white men, stopping them and everything like that. You came out here to murder Indians, is that it? No. Come on, Murrow. He's as dumb as he is. He told me he ain't going to be no hell, Harvey. Well, they act even worse than they look. Yeah. But you don't think you have to worry about anybody as brainless as they are, because they're subtle. I sure do, Kitty. It's the brainless ones that are the most dangerous. Now, I don't get a hump in your back. I'm not charging you for this visit. People were supposed to socialize on Sunday. It just by luck to draw... The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart. Chronicles. Chronicles. Well, are you holding something back, man? Did you used to be a preacher? What did I ever tell you, Doc? Why'd you quit? I lost my battle with the devil, Doc. The play was too small to support my gambling habit. That's fine, Tom. From the uphold of the law, the figure of justice, the civil of virtue... Let's go get a drink, then. Oh, that's a silly sign. How's it going? Yeah, what's the matter, Chester? Oh, them penny twins. Harvey and Murrow, there's going to be trouble, sure. What are they up to? Well, you know how they've been talking about finding an Indian's kill. Well, for a joke, some darn fool told them Moss Grimmie, the full-blooded Cherokee I'd just heard about. Oh, Moss Grimmie! You got the stable? It ain't funny, Doc. That pair is crazy enough to do anything. Yeah, you're right, Chester. Let's get over there. I swear on anything to do with you. Oh, you shut up. She's on there up there and hanged off. They got a rope around Moss Grimmie's neck and up over that beam there fixing to push him off and hang him. Okay, Harvey. Your rope's just died. Let's get closer. You can't do this, Major. I've got a big family. Then your family ain't going to get no bigger. You murdered Cherokee. I'm not a Cherokee. I'm a Cherokee. Can't you do this? It don't matter what drives. Wrongs are Indians. Push him off, Harvey. Wait. Wait. You don't understand. He's got his own mixed up. I'm going to shut you up right now. All right. Hold it, Harvey. You touch him and I'll shoot. Master. Master, thank heaven. I mean what I say, Harvey. Oh, it's that dumb Marshal. Yeah, I know. He was no good. Siding with the Indians. Moss Grimmie's no more rendian than you are. Now you got that rope off his neck. I ain't going to death. I'm going to push him off. You'll die for it, Harvey. No, you'll probably miss me from there. He's going to do it, Marshal. Harvey, now you'll listen to me. I'll make a deal with you. You come out to the edge of the law so I can talk to you. We were right. Now he's even crazy for this dirty wretch. Ain't too many guys. How could I be a wretch? Indians is powerful tricky. We know all about him. Now hold your breath. You're going now. Harvey, wait. Too late, Marshal. I said hold it, both of you! Did you hit him both, Mr. Dillon? I only winged him. Don't shoot no more. We're coming down. All right, take the rope off that man and hurry it up or I'll put another bullet on you. All right, all right. I'm taking it off. You let him come down first. Hey, maybe he weren't an Indian. Moss, are you okay? He's just a mite nervous. You better sit down over there. I'll catch you two. Come on, get on down here. All right. He busted my arm. We're going to jail? Yeah, your Indian hunting days are over for good, Merrill. Well, Doug's on. Then he made this whole trip for nothing. Never killed one Indian, Harvey. Just a few white people. What's that? No, you a dirty fool, Merrill. Why did you tell him that? I wasn't talking to him, Harvey. I was talking to you. You're the man who shot those immigrants, son. Well, Merrill done towards you and no use denying it now. That cowboy. You killed him too, didn't you? I didn't say that. You don't make no difference now, Merrill. It sure doesn't. You're going to hang anyway. Moss, I think I'd sooner not be hung if I had my sooners. But you haven't. Hey, wait a minute. Merrill, I just figured out what we'd done wrong. What, Harvey? We flung forgot about how it was Sunday, both times. That man and woman and then that cowboy. You know, Paul never did hold for killing people on Sunday by golly, you're right. And today's Sunday, too, Harvey. Well, I've all the dog-gun bad luck. All right, you two. The jail's on down the street. Just walk straight ahead. For Houston, directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. The story was specially written for guns forked by John Messon. Featured in the cast were Joseph Kearn, Ralph Moody, Jack Moyles, James Nussar, Gene Bates, and Sam Edwards. Harley Bear as Chester, Howard McNeer as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Kitty. This is George Walsh inviting you to join us again next week for another story on gun smoke.