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Around Dodge City and in the territory on the 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 gunsmoke.
Gunsmoke, starring William Conrad, the transcribed 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, United States Marshal. The first man they look for and the last they
want to meet. It's a chancy job, and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely.
You know this fellow riding in, Morgan? He's a stranger for sure, Abe. That brand on his
horse, I can't even read it. Good horse, though. Get down, stranger. Who are you men? We're
the Curry brothers. We own this ranch. How far is it to Dodge? Sixty miles. If you're
riding a straight line. I want some grain for my horse. Where is it? Look, stranger,
we got no grain. We're fresh out. Now, Abe, if he wants a little grain... Then he can
act more polite about it. Oh, mean I've been polite enough for you? Maybe I ought to change
my ways just for you. What are you, anyway? Some kid who thinks he's a man just because
he's wearing a gun for the first time? Mr., I've been wearing a gun eight years, ever
since I was sixteen. That makes you twenty-four and still a kid that ought to be taken out
to the shed. You aim to take me out, Mr.... Somebody ought to. A lot of men have tried. I guess
it's your turn now. Go ahead, you're wearing a gun. Come on, now. We won't have any fighting.
You watch your temper, Abe. The kid don't mean nothing. The name's Tom Clegg. I ain't
a kid. All right, Clegg. Forget it. You too, Abe. Well... Say you're sorry, Mr. Say what?
You hurt me. Are you crazy? Maybe this will help you. Now draw. No, Abe. Abe. Don't move,
Mr. Clegg. You killed him. You killed my brother. Well, he hardly got his hand on his gun. Why
don't you try me? Abe wasn't no gunfighter. Neither am I. Then I'll tell you what. You
practice a little. I'll be in Dodge for a spell. Come see me. Now, say, there is a good-looking
horse, Mr. Jones. Which one, Chester? That big baby, that young fellow, just getting off
of there. No. Well, ain't he? Well, I wasn't looking at the horse, Chester. Oh, you know
that fella? Yeah, maybe. What are you people staring at? Aren't you Tom Clegg? What? Matt
Dillon. At Las Cruces about eight years ago, wasn't it? Exactly eight years ago. I've changed
some since then, Marshal Dillon. Yeah, I'm a marshal. Let's trust our proud foot, Clegg.
How you do? Hello. Marshal, I suppose you're remembering how I didn't dare draw on that
fella in Las Cruces. You were smart not to. He'd have killed you, sure. I lived there.
I went out by myself. I practiced for two years every day. I got pretty good with a
man, Marshal. Did you? That fella's dead now. I went back and I killed him. It wasn't much
of a quarrel, Clegg. I don't need much, Marshal. Oh, I've killed a lot of men since then. But
don't you worry about me. They always draw first. Are you telling me you've turned gunman,
huh? I've got me a pretty fair reputation in New Mexico. Now you want to be known in
Kansas. That's why you came here. I didn't say that. I know you're kind, Clegg. I ought
to. I've killed enough of them. Not me, Marshal. You ain't gonna kill me. I'm too fast for
that. And I'm too smart. I'll show you someday.
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Chester. What was it you wanted? You all threw out there. Well, I'm through to one of the
fact open that back door again. I guess it won't never get picked properly. Just build
it to know. Well, Morgan, Kerry. Come on in, Morgan. Hello, Chester. Where's Ava? It's
about Ava. Come see the Marshal. Is something wrong, Morgan? Marshal, you've known me in
Abe a long time. I sure have. Would you say I'm a man who tells lies? You know the answer
to that, Morgan. Then I'll say it short. A fellow rode up to the ranch the day before
yesterday and him and Abe got into a little argument, but Abe was about willing to call
it off when this fellow slapped him. And Abe went for his gun, huh? He never had a chance,
Morgan. This fellow was the fastest man I ever seen. Did he say his name, Morgan? Tom
Clegg. Yeah, I thought so. He's a killer, Marshal. He made Abe draw. That's what he
means about being smart. No man can take being slapped. That ain't self-defense, Marshal,
and he can't claim it is. The law says he can, Morgan. Look, Marshal, I ain't a coward.
You know that, but there's no use my facing him. He'd kill me easy as he did Abe. Now,
what good would that do? I wish I could help you, Morgan. Well, it ain't just me, Marshal.
It's all the men he's gonna kill before he's through. Somebody's gotta stop him. Somebody
will. Someday. Now, before he kills any more men. It's like poisoning a wolf. Don't you
see that? Morgan, I'm a lawman. When Tom Clegg breaks the law, I'll go after him, but until
he does, there's nothing I can do. I don't know if you're fast enough for him, Marshal.
If you're the only man I do know who might be. I'm not hired to gun men down, Morgan.
He's gotta be killed. How not admit the world would be better off without him. You said
something about his being smart. Now, he claimed that. And we'll see how smart he is. Marshal,
Tom Clegg's gonna die, no matter what. He's gonna die.
You want another beer, Marshal? No, one's my limit, Kitty. One? Oh, you're expecting
trouble. I didn't say that. One beer said it. You know me too well, Kitty. But you're
right about my expected trouble. I already knew about that. I've watched Morgan Curry
following Clegg in and out of here for two days now. I don't know what Morgan has in
mind, Kitty, but I'm sure he doesn't plan to shoot Clegg in the back or anything like
that. He isn't even carrying a gun. Yeah, I know. He just stands around at a distance
and sort of keeps an eye on Clegg. It's driving him crazy. But Morgan's not carrying a gun.
It's made Clegg helpless to do anything about it. Maybe he's trying to get him into a fist
fight, Matt. Ah, Clegg wouldn't fight him, Kitty. He knows he'd get torn apart. Oh, it
beats me what he's up to. Well, I wish Morgan had gone home and forget about it. Maybe it's
you he's trying to shame, Matt. Me? What for? For not doing anything about Clegg murdering
his brother. It was murder, Kitty. Dave drew first. The way I heard it, Clegg made him draw.
And I don't care what the law calls self-defense. Well, I have to, Kitty. I have to care. Yeah,
I know, Matt. Well, there they are. What? Clegg. He just went to the bar. Morgan will
be along directly. Yeah. Oh, you keep an eye on him, Kitty. Me? Keep an eye on him? I've
got to ride out into the country tomorrow. I'm leaving before dawn so as I can get back early
in the afternoon. Oh, then you better get to bed. Good night, Matt. I'll see you tomorrow,
Kitty. Sure. Marshall! I want to talk to you. I'll go ahead, Clegg. Talk. It's about him.
Huh? Oh, Morgan. Hey, Morgan. What are you calling him for? You want me, Marshall? Yeah.
Clegg here wanted to talk to me about you, Morgan. I thought maybe you ought to hear
it, too. Sure, he can hear it. I want him to stop following me around, that's all. Oh,
why tell me that, Clegg? Because you've got to stop him. Me stop him? He isn't breaking
any law. He ain't wearing a gun, you dirty coward. There's no law that a man has to wear
a gun. It's making me jumpy. I don't like being stared at all the time. You got a guilty
conscience about something, Clegg? You shut up! Why don't you take your gun off and shut
me up, Clegg? You hear him, Marshall? You see what a coward he is? I can't help you,
Clegg. Lock him up, Marshall. Go on, lock him up. You heard me. Yeah, I heard you. Then
do it. Not very likely. All right. You're wearing a gun. Are you a coward, too, Marshall?
Yeah, Morgan, come outside. I want to talk to you. Okay, Marshall. You're both cowards.
That's what you are, cowards. Why didn't you kill him in there, Marshall? That was your
chance. I'm not a gunman, Morgan. I'm a lawman. Won't you ever understand that? Maybe I'm
beginning to. Look, Morgan, it's no use. I'm not going to fight Clegg. Now, you can't use
the law for your own revenge. That's not what it's for. Now, why don't you forget this and
go back home? Marshall, do you think I'm a coward because I won't put on a gun and let
him kill me? I don't know what to think, Morgan. You seem to be doing all the thinking these
days. My brother Abe was murdered, Marshall. He was murdered. I'm sorry, Morgan, but there's
nothing I can do about it. Good night.
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Hello, Mr. Dillon. Oh, where is everybody, Chester? Why is the town so quiet this afternoon?
Everybody's seen you riding in again. Huh? They've been waiting for you to get back.
Waiting for me? Why? I told them you'd be back early afternoon. There's trouble here
this morning, Mr. Dillon. You mean a shooting? Yes, sir. Morgan? Yes, sir, it was Morgan.
Yeah, so he put on a gun after all, huh? No, sir, he was unarmed. What? He ain't dead,
though. Least not yet, he's up at dawn. Where's Clegg? Clegg must have saw you ride in, too.
He's standing across the street now, behind you there. Ah. Well, I won't keep him waiting.
I hear you shot another man, Clegg. He deserved it. Did he? I warned him about following me
around. It drove me half crazy. So you stopped him. He slapped me. No man can take that.
No, not even his brother Abe could. Say, I plumb forgot about that. You told me once
how smart you are, Clegg. I guess you forgot about that, too. What do you mean? Morgan
was unarmed. Are you going to try to put me in jail, Marshal? Mm-hmm. I'm going to try.
Now you're forgetting. I also told you I'm too fast for you. Maybe you are. I'm arresting
you, Clegg. Keep your eyes on mine, Marshal. I want to see the look in them when it hits
you. That's the best part. Now. Hello, Matt. Doc. I'm here to see you. I'm here to see
you. Hello, Matt. Doc. I heard the shots, Matt. I see Clegg still lying there. I doubt
if he's got any friends they can move him. I doubt if he has. A man like that. I guess
not, Doc. You did it the only way possible. I was trying to arrest him, Doc. I didn't
walk out there to shoot him down. How's Morgan? With two bullets in him, he's doing as well
as you might be expecting. Now, meaning of what? He's dying, Matt. Now, let's go see
him. As a matter of fact, there's no reason at all he should have lived this long. I can't
understand it. Most men would have died on the spot, shot up the way he was. Morgan.
Marshal, I heard some shooting, didn't I? Yeah. Yeah, you did. Was you in it? I was.
And Plague's did. That's how you wanted it, wasn't it? That's how I wanted it. It's what
I've been hanging on for. Morgan, you knew he'd shoot you when you slapped him, didn't
you? I had him on edge, Marshal. I planned it that way. Yeah, I thought so. And you were
willing to die just to get me to face him. There wasn't no other way. I couldn't kill
him myself. Well, I can't say I admire your thinking, but you're sure not a coward. He
murdered my brother. He murdered me the same way. But we got him anyway. Didn't we? Didn't
we? He was right. He won, even if he had to die to do it. Yeah. But you know something,
I feel like a hangman. He made an executioner out of me, and I don't like it. I understand
that matter. But you'll forget it. You'll forget it in time. Yeah, sure. One more thing
to forget. In a moment, our star, William Conrad.
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On the frontier, bands of marauding Indians weren't too uncommon. And next week during
an attack, three people are killed, but not many Indians. And that was the West. Good
night. Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt
Dillon, U.S. Marshal. Our story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Meston, with
music composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterned by Ray Kemper and Bill James.
Featured in the cast were Sam Edwards, Vic Perrin, and John Dana. Harley Bear is Chester,
Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
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