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In Dodge City and in the territory on 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 gun smoke.
Gun smoke 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.
Hello, Marshal Dillon. Hello, powers. How's the cattle business?
They shipped a thousand head out in the Santa Fe this morning. Guess I can afford to buy
you a drink. Thanks, powers, but I hear Doc Adams has been
looking all over for me. I better go find him.
He was in here a while ago talking to Kitty. Here she comes. Maybe she knows where he went.
Hello, Kitty. Hello, Mr. Powers.
Hello, Kitty. Doc had to leave, Matt. They called him out
to the Smith Place on an emergency, but he asked me to give you a message.
You know Ed Thorpe and his wife? Sure, I know.
They've got a little piece of land right on the south edge of my ranch.
They're not doing very good, though. Well, they sure aren't, according to Doc.
He was out there last night and he'd planned to go back for them today.
To go back for them? They have to be brought into town, Matt.
They've got spotted fever, both of them. They've got a little baby out there, too.
Well, that's why Doc says somebody's got to fetch all three of them in the Dodge where
they can be taken care of. Hell, I'll find a wagon to go after them
tomorrow. We couldn't get them back tonight anyway.
You want some help, Marshal? I got a pack of cowboys who ain't earning their
feed. Well, thanks, Bars, but Justin and I can manage.
You might need some help. Oh, what do you mean?
Ed Thorpe. Sick as he may be, he'll get a gun and fight before he lets you carry him
off that place. I know him.
Ah, then he can stay there, but I'm going to bring his wife and child in.
All right, but you keep an eye on him. He can be a bad one.
Ah, ah. This ain't Ed Thorpe's place, Mr. Jones.
I know it, Chester, but I want to meet these people. They must be new. Come on.
How do you know they're new? You ain't been out this way in over a year.
I've got all the more reason to meet them. Now, let's walk around back. I thought I saw
somebody there. Nothing but a sod hut and blow dirt.
I must be living on nothing. Well, it doesn't look like it, Chester.
Why, he's butchering a calf. Now, where'd he get that?
He sure didn't raise it on those weeds his woman's trying to hoe.
Hello. What are you men doing here?
I'm Marshal Dillon from Dodge. This is Chester Proudfoot.
I do. Something wrong, Marshal?
No, except your hat's going to get all bloody where you laid it on this calf.
Leave it be. Here, you got sunstroke without a hat.
All right. So I was trying to cover up Emmett Bauer's brain.
We're starving out here, Marshal. I had to kill that calf.
You ain't going to arrest my husband, are you, Marshal?
No, ma'am. Not unless Emmett Bauer complains.
Well, Joe had to do it, Marshal. We just can't go on without something to eat.
Look where I've been hoeing over there. I couldn't plant enough for hardly anything to come up.
We can't afford no more seed. Our credits run out in Dodge.
Well, that ground doesn't even look like it's been plowed.
I'd done the best I could. It ain't easy.
No, ma'am. Not for a woman.
We're on our way over to Ed Thorpe's. I guess you know that they got spotted fever.
I was there this morning. Ed Thorpe's dead. Died in the night, I guess.
You didn't tell me that, Joe.
You mean you left Miss Thorpe and the baby alone over there?
I ain't got a chance catching no fever.
But, Joe, the baby.
My woman's always worrying about babies. It's only because she can't have none, I guess.
She's like one of them there dry gourds.
Don't, Joe. You're putting shame on me.
Chester.
Yes, sir?
Let's get out of here.
Oh, Miss Nader.
Yes, Marshal?
Next time you're in Dodge, come see me, huh?
I'll get you some seed to plant.
That whistling man, Bobby Haggard, really started something.
Tonight, the Calypso boys join in.
Ready, amigos?
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My goodness, Mr. Dillon, I thought we wouldn't ever make dogs tonight.
How's the baby, Chester?
Well, did you sleep, anyway?
Guess I've been holding it right, huh?
Just like a mother.
Oh, I am not.
Oh, there's Doc waiting for us.
Ah, that's...
You just sit tight a minute, Chester. We'll help you with the baby.
I hope he don't wake up or anything.
Matt, where are Ed Thorpe and his wife?
Well, Ed died before we got there, Doc.
Ms. Thorpe's lying down in the wagon back there.
We covered her up good. She's been asleep most of the way.
Oh, really?
Mrs. Thorpe? She's still asleep. Give me a hand up, Matt.
Sit.
Okay.
Hello, Mrs. Thorpe?
Oh. Oh, my.
What's the matter, Ed?
What's the matter, Doc?
She's not asleep, Matt. She's dead.
No.
Died on the way in, I guess.
Now we got a baby to take care of.
You know, Doc, I think she knew she was gonna die.
Why?
Just before we left her place, she told me that if anything happened to her,
the baby was to be put in Moss Molley's care.
And Moss Molley was to have complete charge over him.
Now what she says goes.
Ma's a widow. She's had kids herself. That was a good choice.
Yeah.
But she's too old to raise them herself, Matt.
Well, we'll worry about that later, Doc. Let's get busy.
Hello, Ma.
Howdy.
How've you been, Miss Nagler?
Pretty good, Marshal.
Marshal. Mrs. Dupont.
Ah. Well, Miss Thorpe left the baby in your charge, Ma. It's all up to you.
Well, I've had him over a week, Marshal, and I'm gonna keep him a while longer
so he'll be near Doc just in case.
But Mrs. Nagler here seems like a mighty fine woman to me.
And I'd let her take that baby, only I'm worried about one thing.
I told her, Marshal, and she said,
she's afraid maybe Joe and I can't make a go of it out there.
You remember what you said when you was leaving that day?
I said to come see me. I'd help you get some seed to plant.
Well, now that's all I need. I get a little corn up there.
I might even raise a few hogs.
I work awful hard, Marshal. I promise I will.
She gets started. She can have the baby, Marshal.
Now, Miss Nagler, why don't you come by my office before you leave town?
I'm going to the store here and have a talk with Mr. Jonas now.
Oh, Marshal, I do thank you.
Come on back to the house, Mrs. Nagler. All right.
Oh. Hello, Marshal.
Hello, Jonas.
What can I sell you today?
I came by to see you about Miss Nagler. You know her, don't you?
Yeah, of course I do.
Joe Nagler's out back in the stockroom right now.
Oh, he is?
Yeah. Hey, Nagler, come in here a minute.
He's buying himself a new pair of boots, Marshal.
I thought their credit had run out.
Well, Nagler's doing better now.
He started bringing meat into Delmonico's and a couple other eating places
and paid up part of his bill already.
Ain't you, Nagler?
I don't know as I like you talking about my private affairs, Jonas.
Oh, no harm. It's only Marshal Dillon, Nagler.
Those are good-looking boots.
They ought to be. Them's the best I stock.
Them's $20 boots.
$20? I'd buy a whole wagonload of seed, Nagler.
You telling me how to spend my money?
Does your wife know you've been doing better lately?
Family matters. Ain't no concern of the law.
Yours, sir.
And if it wasn't for your wife, I wouldn't bother just warning you.
But because of her, I'm telling you to take off those boots and buy some seed
and whatever else you need to grow corn with.
Now, you look here, Marshal...
You shut up!
Now, I'm giving you a chance, Nagler.
In three days from now, I'm riding out to see what you've done with it.
It's up to you whether or not you'll be riding back with me.
Today's Thursday, Mr. Dillon.
Are we riding out to the Nader's?
Ah, we can wait another day, Chester.
You know what? I don't think you want to go tall.
Yeah, you're right. I don't.
Hello, Marshal.
Chester.
Oh, Mr. Barnes.
I was just up at Delmonico's, Marshal, having myself a feed.
How good. How was it?
It was fine till I went out back and got a-talking with the cook.
Oh?
Marshal, I reckon any man's got a right to complain
when he goes to a restaurant and finds himself eating his own beef.
I know about that, Barnes.
You? And why ain't you done nothing about it?
Ah, because of Miss Nagler, I guess.
Look, Marshal, I'm a rich man.
I don't mind a nester slaughtering one of my calves when he's starving.
And nobody's going to start selling my beef.
I'll kill him. He keeps that up.
All right, I'll handle it, Barnes.
I admire that woman too, Marshal,
but letting him get by with rustling ain't going to help her.
By the way, Ma Smalley brought some pies down to the kitchen while I was there.
She's waiting outside here. She wants to talk to you.
She'll be right out.
Thanks, Hemmett.
Hello, Ma.
You riding out to Nagler's, Marshal?
I am.
Then you tell her I'm sorry.
Tell her I think she's a good woman,
but I can't let that baby go into the home of a cow thief.
Yeah.
That'll break her heart, Ma.
Son, I've got a trust put in me.
All right, I'll tell her.
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In your car?
Getting ready for dinner?
Oh, I see.
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Hello, Ms. Nagler.
Oh, Marshall. Hello, Chester.
Hi, ma'am.
What brings you out here, Marshall?
Is your husband home?
No, he's been gone since morning.
Oh.
Uh, Ms. Nagler, do you know that he's been slaughtering Emmett Bauer's beef?
Oh. Mr. Bauer's complained about it. About that calf?
Boy, it's more than that one calf, Ms. Nagler.
He's been selling meat around Dodge lately.
So that's what he had in the wagon.
I know you had nothing to do with it, Ms. Nagler, but, uh, I hate to tell you this, but...
Moss Smalley isn't going to let you have the baby.
Oh. Well, she's... she's right, Marshall. It wouldn't be fitting.
Mr. Dellen, look.
Huh?
What we on here?
Emmett Bauer's. I'll be back, Ms. Nagler. I'm going to go talk to him.
Them other two must be riders, you hear?
Yeah.
Thought I might find you here, Marshall.
There's something wrong, Bauer's.
One of my men's been murdered.
They found him out yonder, about five miles.
He'd been left for dead, but he talked a little.
Well, what happened?
He's gone now, Marshall, so you'll have to take our word for what he told us.
All right.
You run across Joe Nagler, slaughtering another steer.
Nagler shot him?
That's right.
Anything else?
Only that Nagler got on his horse and headed for Dodge.
I guess he figures he'll get caught, and he might as well get drunk one more time.
He'll get caught. I promise you that, Bauer's.
I only found him, Mr. Gillen. He's in there getting drunk at the bar.
Now, that's taken us long enough. Everybody in town must know all after him by now.
There. See him?
Yeah, I see him.
Stop there, Marshall.
Don't you come no closer.
Put that gun away, Nagler.
I saw Chester.
I knew you'd be in here next.
Why, Nagler?
You don't fool me. You know all about it.
You admit killing that writer?
I knew when I shot him I couldn't get by with it. My horse's tracks was all over the place.
Well, don't make it any worse than it is.
I told you not to come no closer.
But your gun on the bar, Nagler.
You watch what I'm gonna do with it.
No, Nagler, don't.
Why not?
It's you, didn't I? Now I'm gonna kill you.
You hurt bad, Mr. Gillen?
He hit me in the arm, Chester, but I'll be all right.
You killed him?
Yeah. Do something with him, will you? I'm going over to Doc's.
Yes, sir, I will.
Alvin.
Marshal Gillen?
Huh? Oh, Ma Smalley.
Why, you've been hurt.
It's not bad, Ma.
What about Joe Nagler?
He's dead.
I figured he would be. I heard you were looking for him. That's why I followed you down.
Look, my arm's bleeding some more. I better get over to Doc's.
Will you hear me out first, Marshal?
Yeah, of course, Ma. Go ahead.
You'll be the one to tell Mrs. Nagler about him, won't you?
I guess so.
I'll take a wagon with you, Marshal.
What?
A woman can't live out there alone.
Now, I got an extra room at my house if she'll help with the work.
Well, what about the baby?
It'll be her baby, Marshal. And tell her I won't interfere in on neither.
Yeah, I sure will, Ma. I'll tell her all that.
I'll go out first thing in the morning.
Well, you won't go nowhere. You just stand here gabbing all night.
That arm's bleeding, Marshal. You ought to go get it fixed, you hear?
Yeah, you're right, Ma. But then you pretty off on a hire.
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In a moment of our star, William Conrad.
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You know, the Buffalo Hunters killed off the entire High Plains herd in a few short years,
leaving the Indians to starve.
And next week, this hunger sets off an Indian massacre.
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 Mesdon, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James.
Featured in the cast were Vic Perrin, John Danaer, Jeanette Nolan, Virginia Christine, and Frank Cady.
Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNair is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
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