Around that city and in the territory on west there's just one way to handle the killers
and the spoilers.
That's with a US Marshal and the smell of Gunsmoke.
Gunsmoke 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.
Well, what's the rush Miss Kitty?
Come on, sit down and have a beer with us Kitty.
I'd love to Matt, but I just stepped out for some threads.
I gotta get back to work.
Some thread?
That sounds pretty domestic for you, doesn't it?
Yeah, but it's an occasion.
I'm making a wedding dress.
What?
Oh no Miss Kitty, not you.
Oh my, no.
Well, it isn't for me Chester.
Worse luck.
It's for artist Nash.
It's gonna be beautiful.
If I say so myself.
Well, if I ever need a wedding dress made, I'll sure come to you for it.
Well, I'll be here Matt.
Let me know.
See you later boys.
So long Kitty.
She's a fine girl, Mr. Dillon.
Kitty?
Oh yeah, yeah, she's great.
She's...
Well, look who's back in town, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah, Frank Craig.
Hello, Marshall.
Oh, Frank, I never expected you to come back.
I don't know what to say to you.
You might say welcome home.
Yeah, I might.
At least you're honest, Marshall.
Sure.
Where have you been for the last year?
Out West.
Wyoming, to be exact.
And my sympathy for the peace officers of Wyoming.
Man can change, Marshall.
Grow up and get over his wildness and start to think about settling down.
Some men can.
Well, I'm one of them.
I don't aim to cause any trouble, Marshall.
Came back here to marry Artis and take her with me, that's all.
You heard from her since she left?
She's pretty as ever.
She'll pass.
Every man in Dodge was crazy about her.
She was my girl from start to finish.
Things can change, Frank.
She's still my girl, Marshall.
Ben Martin might differ with you.
Ben Martin?
Mm-hmm.
That bull-necked plow boy?
He never had a chance in...
What are you saying, Marshall?
You don't aim to cause any trouble, you say, and yet you just happened to roll into town
three days before Artis is due to marry Ben.
You're claiming you didn't know about it, huh?
That's wrote me a farewell letter, Marshall.
It doesn't make any difference.
Like I said, she's still my girl.
She's not marrying Ben or anybody else.
Not while I'm alive.
Like I said, Frank, Ben may differ with you.
I used to chase him home crying when we were kids.
I don't think he'll chase that easy now.
Ben took over the Circle Barbie.
He's got 25 boys riding for him.
He's a big man around here.
Swings a lot of weight.
Marshall, I said I wasn't looking for trouble, and I meant it.
I came back here to get Artis, that's all.
If any man tries to stop me, I'll kill him.
I'll see you, Marshall.
Chester, see if you can find Ben Martin.
Maybe meet me over at the jail office.
I thought he was a thousand miles away, Marshall.
I didn't think he'd ever have the nerve to come back.
Well, Ben, the two of you are bound to run into each other, so I figured you'd better
know about it.
What's he expect, Marshall?
Just forgot him a week after he left town.
Does he expect to force himself on her?
Maybe, you know, Frank.
My money is a crazy half-wild saddle bum who should have been hung five years ago.
He says he's settled down, though, Ben.
He's not going to settle down here.
Look, Ben, I don't like killings.
Now, hang on to that temper of yours.
Sure, sure, I'll hang on to it, Marshall, just as long as Frank Craig stays clear of
me and stays away from my girl.
Otherwise, I tell you right now, Marshall, I...
Is that you?
Artish.
We're in here, honey.
Come on in.
Someone said you were here at the jail.
Evening, Mr. Villain.
Miss Nash.
I'm sorry if I interrupted anything, but Ben, you know who's in town?
Yeah, Frank Craig.
That's what we were talking about, honey.
He says he's come back for me.
Take me away with him.
What do you mean, he says, Miss Nash?
He came to the house a while ago.
He knew about Ben and me, that we were going to be married.
He came anyway.
I sent him away.
That does it, Marshall.
Hold it, Ben.
Now, there's no harm in him just talking to her.
A man's got a right to protect what's his, Marshall.
Protection's my business, Ben, and as long as I'm Marshall here, it'll keep on being
my business.
Now, in three days, you got a wedding coming up.
I'd hate to see it ruined by a killing.
I have nothing against Frank Craig, Mr. Villain.
I wouldn't want him killed.
Neither would I.
Well, good night, Miss Nash.
Ben.
Good night.
Think it over, Ben.
Don't lose your head.
Yeah, sure, Marshall.
I'll think it over.
How long are we going to have to keep on riding herd on Frank Craig, Mr. Dillon?
Oh, just till he and Ben meet face to face and have their say, I guess.
My, that Frank Craig sure is a fancy dresser.
Silver spurs, red silk necktie, yellow boots.
Well, now, here's the Marshall right on the job.
How you talking?
Well, Matt, I hear we got ourselves a nice little killing coming up here.
You hope we have, do you?
Oh, no, it's not the fee.
It's a romance of the thing.
Yeah, sure.
Young man comes back and the West sees girl, finds she's on the point of my answer.
What else?
Hmm?
Watch me for the play and keep me covered.
I don't know what you mean.
Over there.
Oh.
Ben Martin and two of his boys, they just came in.
I'm going to go over to the bar next to Craig.
Keep your head up.
Yes, Mr. Dillon.
You better give me some room, Doc.
How are you, Frank?
Yeah, I saw him come in, too.
They've been standing over there watching me for two hours.
Now you come up and speak.
I fight my own battles, Marshal.
Frank, the way I'm playing it, there's not going to be a battle.
Well, Ben, it's nice to see you.
Marshal, I'd rather you weren't here.
I guess you know that.
Yeah, sure, I know that.
Don't worry, Ben.
Dillon's neutral.
That still gives you three to one odds.
What more do you want?
Frank, we don't need you in this town.
You were gone for a year and we got along fine.
So if you climb on that horse of yours and ride out again, we'll still get along fine.
My girl won't, Ben.
You haven't got a girl in Dodge City, Frank.
Sure I have.
And I want to thank you for looking out for her while I was away.
As far as she's concerned, you're still away.
I might as well warn you, there are a couple of my boys on guard at her house armed with
rifles.
Ben, I never needed a guard to hold her.
If you come within 50 yards, they got orders to kill you.
You'll be there from now until the wedding.
Oh, yeah, that wedding.
I'm afraid that's been called off, Ben.
You see, Artis and I have other plans.
We got a wedding of our own coming up.
Were you dirty, Art?
If either one of you draws, he's drawing against me.
I wouldn't draw on him, Marshal.
I feel kind of sorry for him.
So help me, Marshal.
Shut up, both of you.
Now, you both had your say.
And each knows how the other one stands.
Well, here's my stand.
If Ben wants to keep a guard at her house, it's all right with me.
You've had a fair warning, Frank, so stay away.
I wish he would try to bother her.
On the other hand, Ben, Frank's got as much right to the run of the town as you or me
or anybody else.
Sure, as long as decent citizens hide their valuables.
You can't go by rumors, Ben.
Nobody ever proved a case against him, you know that.
Piece of stout rope would prove it.
I wouldn't try it, Ben.
If you and your boys want a drink now, go on over to the Longhorns.
Stay out of the Texas Trail here from now on.
And you, Frank, stay clear of the Longhorn.
Quite an optimist, Marshal.
Yeah, maybe so.
Now, are you leaving, Ben?
Yeah.
I'll be seeing you, Frank.
Come on, boys.
Frank, you've got nothing to gain here and everything to lose.
This Nash has made a choice and whatever was between you once is water down the river.
Why don't you pull out?
Because she's still my girl, Matt.
I know and she knows too.
You wait and see.
You'll move, Matt.
Let's see now.
So I move there.
He'll move there.
I'll drop in my king, block the whole corner.
But if I move here...
Mr. Dillon, you can move.
No, you don't, Chester.
No, you don't.
I'm playing Matt, not the both of you.
Chester and I kind of run together, Doc.
Enforcing the law?
That's fine.
Playing checkers?
No.
Matt, let's do your move.
Yeah, I know.
All right.
Next.
Well, I'll be...
That's the move I was going to tell you to make, Mr. Dillon.
Thanks, Chester.
Now, Doc, you're beat.
Let's call a game.
Yeah, you sneaked up on me.
That's what you did.
You snuck up on me.
Oh, well, that's all right, then.
It sure is a quiet night.
I figured one of them two would make a play before this.
Yeah.
I don't know if we can get past noon tomorrow with Ben and Artis married.
Hell, even Craig ought to know when he's beaten.
I don't know, Matt.
He never did when he was here before.
Well, then he'd better learn.
You kind of got a girl to change her mind is one thing.
A father and a married woman's another.
You know, Mr. Dillon, it seems to me Miss Artis Nash is the one that could put a stop
to all this.
If she'd just speak her mind out plain...
Matt!
Oh, now what's the matter with you?
Kitty, what's the...
Matt, if they want you over at the express office right away, you too, Doc, won't you?
What's wrong?
Hold up, Matt.
Somebody shot the clerk.
He's dying.
Oh, yes, let me through here, please.
I'm sorry, mister.
One side, please.
Yes, one side, please.
All right, stand back now.
Give us some room.
Can you get through, Doc?
Yeah, Matt, I can get through.
Yeah, stand back.
Stand back.
Chester, will you move them back?
Make them stand back.
Yes, sir, Mr. Dillon.
Yes, sir, let me have a look now.
Just let me have a look.
How does it look, Doc?
Well, there's a lot of bleeding, Matt.
I don't know.
I'll do what I can.
Mr. Dillon.
Easy now, fella.
You're gonna be all right.
It was one man, Mr. Dillon, wearing a mask over his face.
Red silk handkerchief.
Oh, red silk handkerchief.
Frank Craig's the only man who can...
Yeah, I know.
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Now the second act of Gunsmoke.
It's pretty late, Mr. Dillon.
Maybe he's not gonna come back here.
His bedroll's here, Chester.
All his belongings.
The man doesn't leave his stuff in a roaming house unless he's planning to come back to
it.
He might have got the wind up after he shot that clerk.
Maybe he just hit the saddle and lit out.
No, not Frank.
That's one thing about him.
I've never seen him scared.
He'll be here sooner or later.
I can't figure him, Mr. Dillon.
He must have needed the money all for bad.
Yeah, I guess so.
My, this hiding out in the dark gets on a man's nerves, don't it?
Yeah, it sure does.
It helps if we could just smoke.
I don't suppose...
Shh.
Somebody's coming, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah, I hear him.
That's him, all right.
Now watch it, Chester.
All right, hold it, Frank, and don't move.
It's Matt Dillon.
Thought it might be somebody else.
Light the lamp, Chester.
Yes, Mr. Dillon.
Frank understands you left the Texas Trail right after dark.
Nobody's seen you since.
Where you been?
Just friendly conversation, Marshal, or is this official?
It's official.
Then I guess you won't answer that.
I see you're still wearing that red silk handkerchief.
Any reason why I shouldn't be?
Marshal, what's it all about?
Murder.
If that express clerk dies.
I asked you, what's it all about?
Where's the money, Frank?
The way I seem to get it, somebody held up the express office and shot the clerk.
You're accusing me.
I didn't do it, Marshal.
Where you been?
Sorry, Marshal.
You're under arrest, Frank.
No, I'm afraid not.
See, that would ruin all my plans.
You better lay your gun on the table over there.
I'm sorry, Marshal.
Some other time.
Take out the lamp.
Grab him, Chester.
Don't shoot, but grab him.
He went through the window, Mr. Dillon.
Never mind, Chester.
Grab a blanket.
Let's get this fire out before it burns the whole place down.
Come on.
Math, Phil looks a sour.
In an hour, it'll all be over.
Ah, Kitty, I'd be a lot surer of that if I had Frank Craig locked up in jail.
No trace of him, huh?
Not a sign.
Then forget about him, Math.
He could be halfway to Wyoming by now.
And I wish I could think so.
I wonder what artist Nash is thinking about him.
What business has she got thinking about him when she's gonna marry Ben in an hour?
I'm afraid you'll just never understand women.
Well, who does?
Frank Craig's a born drifter.
He'll never settle down.
He's wild as a range colt.
Never been broken, never will be.
And sooner or later, he'll come home tied across his saddle.
How any girl can get herself interested in a man like that beats me.
Not me, Math.
I know exactly how a girl can get herself interested in a man like that.
Why?
I'll see you at the wedding.
I gotta help artist finish drinking.
Morning, Miss Kitty.
Morning, Doc.
Hey, good morning, Math.
You working up your courage?
What for, Doc?
I'm not getting married.
How's the express clerk?
Oh, he's bad.
He's getting worse.
I don't think he's gonna make it.
What about Frank Craig?
Nothing, not a sign.
I think he's still around town somewhere, but we can't...
Morning, Mr. Dillon.
Doc?
Doc, look at that.
Well, look at that.
An alpaca coat, a borrowed shirt, green galases and the pink something.
And a pair of jeans.
And a pair of jeans.
And a pair of jeans.
And a pair of jeans.
And a pair of jeans.
And a pair of jeans.
And a pair of jeans.
And a pair of jeans.
And a pair of jeans.
And a pair of jeans, an alpaca coat, a borrowed shirt, green galases and the pink something.
Well, it's just here.
I haven't seen the get-up like that since I hauled out of Boston.
Well, I figured it was only due respect to the bride.
Uh, well where's your gun Chester?
Oh, goodness gracious, Mr. Dillon, you can't wear a gun to a wedding.
Well, at this wedding even the bridegrooms wearing a gun, Chester.
I'm wearing one and so are you, so you'd better go get it.
Made me at the church.
He is so pretty I wish I was marrying her myself.
You better forget it Chester, Ben's got enough worries as it is.
He sure does look fidgety all right. Yeah, he's got reason to.
Room for me here, ma'am. Oh yeah, sure kitty.
Here, slide right in here. Here we are.
My dearly beloved friends and neighbors,
it is the privilege of all of us to be gathered here together in the sight of the Lord
and in the presence of one another for the purpose of uniting this man
and this woman in the bonds of holy matrimony.
It won't be long now, Mr. Dillon. The sooner the better.
Barbara Hardish Nash and Benjamin Martin,
there is, I am sure, no more than the solemn and sacred nature of the great institutions
into which they are about to enter.
I never heard all of it before.
You still want to marry her, Chester?
Beyond and above the decay and corruption of the flesh and the devil.
Your manifest presence as you come here together and forsaking all others.
Is that Frank Craig?
Man, look at the back of the church.
Yes, Frank Craig.
He's just standing there, Mr. Dillon, just standing there and looking.
Slide out to the side, I'll Chester. Maybe we can get to him quietly without breaking up the meeting.
I think it's already broken up, man.
I disfell, Mr. Dillon, you fell right on the floor.
Come on, Chester.
Pardon me. Would you let me through, please?
I'm sorry, lady. Would you...
One side, please.
He was right here by the door.
Outside, Chester.
Hell, no sign of him.
Matt, did you find him, Matt?
Not yet, Ben. Put that gun away. You want to kill some bystander in the crowd?
There's only one man I want to kill. I should have done it three days ago.
Yeah, I know, Ben. What'd they do with Miss Nash?
Carried her into the minister's study.
That dirty, low... walking right into the church.
Scared her out of her wits.
Marshal Dillon.
Oh, over here, Reverend.
Marshal, a terrible thing has happened. He forced his way into my study, pushed me out the door.
Craig?
Yes, he had a horse tied behind the church. He's gone and taken her with him.
He's kidnapped her, Matt. He's kidnapped her.
Ben, get your horse. Come on, Chester, let's ride.
I never did think we'd get back to town, Mr. Dillon.
I'm sad, I'm sore and beat.
Yeah, Chester.
A hundred men are hunting him and he slipped past all of them.
I swear I just can't figure it.
Any trace of him, Matt?
Not a sign, Kitty.
Some of the boys are still beating the riverbed soft, but I don't know.
I guess he kind of made fools of us, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah, I guess so, Chester.
Nash?
What?
Any luck?
Yeah, sure, Doc.
All bad.
Yeah, mine too, Matt.
That clerk died a half hour ago.
So now it's murder, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah, now it's murder.
Now, now, boy.
Well, let's go into the office and get out a bulletin.
A bulletin.
A lot of good data, though.
Light the lamp, will you, Chester?
Yes, sir.
Here we are.
Hold it, Matt.
You too, Chester, don't move.
The only place nobody'd ever think of looking.
Right here in the jail.
Yeah, that's what we figured.
Well, Miss Nash, you seem to be in pretty fair shape for a kidnapped victim.
I'm not a victim of anything, Mr. Dillon, unless it's my own foolishness.
That's what most people would say, I guess.
Maybe they're right.
I only know this.
When Frank came back to town, I knew then that it wasn't over and never would be.
I'm Frank's girl, Mr. Dillon, for better or worse, right or wrong.
I'm going with him to Wyoming.
He's wanted on suspicion of murder, Miss Nash.
He didn't do it. He couldn't have.
He was with me when it happened.
What did you say?
He slipped past Ben's guards and came to see me.
That's why he wouldn't tell you where he'd been. He didn't want to get me in trouble.
He's telling the truth, Marshal.
Maybe.
Mr. Dillon, you might ask Ben Martin what happened to my red silk scarf.
I missed it right after he came to see me that afternoon.
Go on. He didn't do it for the money.
It's ruined me once and for all.
If we were lying, we wouldn't have come here, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah, it makes sense, all right, but...
Chester, who wrote up out there?
It's Ben Martin, Mr. Dillon. I think he's coming in here.
Where's your horse, Frank?
In the corral back in the jail.
All right, go out the back way. Get it and head for Wyoming.
Take one of my extra horses and leave it at Bison Flat.
You can buy another horse from the Indians there.
Matt, I don't know how we can ever thank you for...
Never mind that. Just get going before I change my mind.
And good luck to both of you.
Thanks, Mr. Dillon.
Anybody here?
Yeah, come on in, Ben.
Well, the light on figured you must be here.
Any sign of him?
What's the matter?
The clerk died.
Why'd you do it, Ben?
I don't know what you mean.
Where's the red scarf you stole from Miss Nash?
I gotta arrest you for murder, Ben.
I don't think so, Matt.
I don't think I'm gonna let you do that.
You've seen me draw before.
Now you better give me your gun, Ben.
Don't do it the hard way.
What you call the hard way, Matt, may be the easiest way of all.
So win or lose, I guess...
Something fell out of his pocket there.
Yeah.
His marriage license.
Gunsmoke under the direction of Norman McDonald stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.
Tonight's story was specially written for Gunsmoke by Les Crutchfield, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Featured in the cast were Herb Ellis, Vivi Janis, Tom Tully, and Barney Phillips.
Parley Bear is Chester, Howard McNeer is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal, fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in Gunsmoke.
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