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there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers and that's with a US 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 chancey job and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely.
Hey, Tipple, mow that horse. You're an horse so I can get mine in there. This hitch-rag's
pretty crowded, Paris. Can't you tie up someplace else? I said move him over. Here, now don't do that.
No. You hit my horse again, I'll shoot you, Paris. You won't do nothing.
What's the matter with you? You drunk? You gotta complain about something, Tipple.
Yeah, Paris, I gotta complain. Go ahead, Tipple, I'm waiting. All right, hold it there,
you men. You stay out of this, Marshal. Not likely. Now look here, Marshal, I know you're a friend of
Tipple's, but I don't know as I like your protecting him this hard. I'm not protecting anybody, Paris.
I'm stopping a gunfight. Now you get moving. I'll meet you any time, Paris. You shut up. We'll meet
right enough when you ain't got your nursemaid around. Why'd you stop it, Matt? He had it coming
to him. You're pretty hot-tempered, aren't you, Ben? Did you see what he done? That's no reason to
shoot a man and you know it. An ordinary man, no, but that Paris has been looking for trouble for a
long time. I know what he's like, but you keep away from him, Ben. It's bound to happen, Matt,
sooner or later, and I don't hide from no man. You know me well enough for that.
This doggone old river is awful high for this time of year, ain't it, Mr. Dunn?
I must have been having some big rains up in Colorado. Oh, now that's where I'd like to be,
up in them tall, cool mountains. Yeah. My, just think of laying on your back up there in the deep
grass drinking snow water and eating trout and listening to all them pretty birds singing away.
We'll miss you, Chester. Oh, I ain't going nowhere. Hey, look on the bank there.
Some television. You must have fell asleep.
He isn't asleep, Chester. I know, sir. I don't believe he is.
What? That's Frank Parrish, Mr. Dillon. Yeah.
Shot in the back. That's terrible.
There's his pole. I know he was sitting here fishing and somebody sneaked up and shot him.
Oh, that's a mean way to die.
We'll get a wagon and carry him back to Dutch. All right. Get on, Chester.
I can't see nobody. All right, come out of there. You can't get both of us.
Come on, we'll start shooting. Don't shoot, Marshall. I'm coming.
What? Well, it's only a kid. It's Andy Spangler. Andy, what are you doing out here?
Nothing, Marshall. I was going to go fishing, but I lost my line.
Why were you hiding in the brush there? Him. I heard a shot some time ago and I come looking around.
I found him laying there and I got scared when I heard you ride up so I hid.
You didn't see anybody? No, I didn't see nothing. Who ever did it was gone.
Oh, my goodness, Mr. Dillon. What is it, Chester?
Oh, the way Frank and Ben Tipple was carrying on. You don't suppose Ben could have did it, do you?
I know he's a good friend of yours. Never mind, Chester.
Well, let's get back to town. Come on, Andy.
You can ride behind me.
That whistling man, Bobby Haggard, really started something.
Tonight, the Calypso boys join in. Ready, amigos?
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Hello, Ben. I'm Matt. Come in.
I was about to take a little nap. Now it's cooled off, son.
Ben, you heard what happened to Frank Parris yesterday. Yeah, yeah, I heard.
Well? Are you asking me if I did it, Matt? Most everybody in Dodge thinks you did. And what do
you think? Well, I've been telling everybody I've known Ben Temple a long time and that he's hot
tempered and that Frank Parris has been prodding him every chance he had. But the Parris didn't even
have his gun up. Besides, he was shot in the back. What are people saying to that? They're saying
you're a friend of mine. They think that's why I haven't arrested you. Well, is it?
I'd go after my own brother if I thought he murdered a man, Ben.
It happened yesterday morning sometime, didn't it, Matt? Yeah, that's right. I got no alibi for then.
I wasn't with nobody. Yeah, that's too bad. It would have helped.
I might have shot Frank Parris someday, Matt, but never in the back. I know that, Ben.
But until I find out who did it, you better lay low.
Just look at this place, Matt. Oh, what's wrong, Kitty? Well, maybe the biggest
saloon in Dodge, but it's surely the emptiest. You're getting greedy, Kitty. And it's about time.
I'm sure not getting younger. You're going to be able to retire before you're 30.
Why not? Well, I'm glad somebody's getting richer on here. Law sure isn't. No, but the law keeps
busy. What? Joe Spangler and his pa. I think he's looking for you, Matt. No. Evening, Miss Kitty.
Evening. I want to talk to you, Marshal. Go ahead, Spangler. I want to know why you ain't got Ben
Tipple in jail. Frank Parris was a friend of yours, wasn't he? That don't matter. And it doesn't matter
that Ben Tipple's a friend of mine. He didn't do it, Spangler. There's a lot of people who think he
did, Marshal. You have any proof? I'm a boy handy, and I think he saw Tipple out there,
and I'll get it out of him. I whipped him once already. Look, Spangler, your boy would have told me
if he'd seen anybody. Why would he try to protect Ben Tipple? I'm scared. Scared of what? You.
What you might do to him if he talked? Now, just a minute, Spangler. He's gonna talk before I'm
through with it. You get out of here. You're making me mad. No, I didn't aim to do that, Marshal.
All I wanted is to get you to do your job before somebody has to do it.
Easy, Matt. Yeah.
I ought to take him apart. That wouldn't help. It'd make me feel better.
You'll be all right. Soon you'll find out who did kill Parris. How am I gonna find that out,
Kitty? With all this going on, he's as safe as a bear in a hickory tree.
Well, looks to me like you're gonna have a busy day today, man. I am? Why, Doug? Well, I don't know.
Now, maybe it's cause you did so little yesterday. I don't know. I was just trying to get you to
know that I'm not gonna be here today. You're not gonna be here today, are you? I'm not gonna be here
today. You're not gonna be here today. I'm not gonna be here today. Well, I'm not gonna be here today.
Well, I don't know. Now, maybe it's cause you did so little yesterday. Do I owe you some money or
something, Doc? Oh, no, no, no. You're all paid up, but, uh, you know, Matt, I've been thinking.
How much you want, Doug? Oh, ten dollars. Do it. Here you are. Oh, thank you. Sure, Doc.
Just pay it back by Friday. That's all. Oh, no. You think I was merely asking for a loan?
No. You have your own way of doing things, Doc.
So's he. What? Look, that filthy Spangler. He's cuffing his boy around again.
I've had about enough of his ways. I warned you, boy. I warned you what you did.
No, I didn't mean to do it. You won't learn, will you? All right, that's enough, Spangler.
You just get out of here, Marshal. You ain't interfering in this. Let the boy go, Spangler.
Let him go. I said that's enough.
Andy, you stand over here. He won't hit you again. I didn't mean to do it. I told him I didn't.
What did you do, Andy? I lost his rifle. I borrowed it to go hunting, and I fell across the river, and I lost it.
I ought to kill you, Marshal. Don't try it, Spangler. Now, come on. Get on your feet.
What right do you got coming between the man and his boy? None, I guess, but I took it anyway.
That kid ought to be in jail, stealing like he does. He wasn't stealing. It ain't none of your
business, Marshal. I ain't going to talk to you about it. Andy, I'll see to you later.
You beat him again, and I'll throw you in jail. He won't beat me because I ain't going home.
Not ever. Now, what do your mothers think, Andy? I got no mother. Oh, I'm sorry. I forgot, Andy.
And he hates me. Look, Andy, if things get bad, you come see me, huh? Anytime. Will you do that?
Maybe. I don't let your pa make you say anything that isn't true, Andy. You don't have to. You understand?
Yeah. All right. Now, you just remember, you can come see me anytime.
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Boy, this is a pretty night, Mr. Dillon. Look at all them stars up there just shining away.
Yeah, and look at all those lights in the saloons just shining away.
You ain't much of a nature lover, are you? Not while I got work to do, Chester. What work?
Well, for the next few hours I gotta walk around and try to make sure nobody's gonna get cheated
or get too drunk or get killed maybe. You're right, sometimes that can turn into work.
Well, looky there, it's Andy. Now what's he up to? Marshal Dillon! Yeah, what's the trouble, Andy?
They're in that alley right back there. Come on, hurry, come on. Well, who's in the alley? Paul and Ben
Chipps. Paul's got them cornered. What? Paul's got the drop on him. He hid out in there and waited for
him to come by. But how do you know? What were you doing there? I thought Paul was after me, but he's
gonna shoot Ben Tippo. I know he is. Well, maybe I can stop him, Andy. I hope so, but I don't know how.
All right, let's slow down here. You wait here with Chester, Andy. I'm gonna go in there alone.
I see you are being near to Tippo. Well, he's well admitted and you know it. I wouldn't
abide at shooting Frank Parris, but not in the back, not even him. I guess I'm gonna have to kill you.
You'll die yourself if you pull that trigger, Slingworth. Marshal. Now you drop that gun. No,
he killed Frank Parris and I'm gonna shoot him if I die for it myself. Don't be a fool. He's got my gun,
man. Just stand steady, Ben. Marshal. Get back, Andy. I gotta tell you something. He slipped away
from me, Mr. Dillon. It's terribly important. Help me keep an eye on Spangler, Chester. Yes, sir.
All right, now what is it, Andy? Hurry up. Bend over, I gotta whisper. What's going on there?
Never mind. You got two men who'll shoot you now, Spangler, and you better not try nothing.
I'm getting tired of this. What's that kid doing here anyway? Well, he didn't come here to murder
nobody like his pa did. Ben Tipple's the murderer, not me. No, he isn't, Spangler.
Tipple didn't shoot Frank Parris. You said that before, Marshal. Andy did it. Andy? He just told me.
What are you saying? It was an accident. He saw something move and he thought it was an animal,
so he fired at it. I don't believe it. The day he took your rifle, when he found he'd shot Parris,
he got scared and threw the rifle into the river. You tell him, Andy. It's true. I was too scared to
kill anybody before. All right, you heard him, Spangler. Now put up that gun. I don't believe him.
He's lying. You stay where you are, Marshal. Put up your gun, I said. Not hardly. You killed him, Matt.
He almost killed me, Ben.
Andy, I'm sorry about your pa, but you go with Chester now, huh?
He wasn't my pa. What? My real pa died a long time ago.
My ma told me about it when she made me change my name. Oh.
I guess that's why he never did like me much. He beat me all the time.
Yeah. Marshal. What, Andy? When are you going to hang me? Hang you? For shooting Mr. Parris.
Is that what you've been thinking? I admitted doing it, didn't I? It was an accident, Andy.
Nobody's going to hang you. Ben. What, Matt?
He's a mighty brave boy. Yeah. Yeah, he sure is. Why, he spoke up just now to save my life,
thinking he'd be hung for it, didn't he? Andy, how'd you like to come home with me?
I got a place for a boy like you. You mean that? I sure do.
Marshal, you believe me? You think he means it? Yeah, Andy, I think he means it.
In a moment, our star, William Conrad.
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You know, along the frontier, whether because of Indians, a gunman's bullet, or lack of water,
death was always near at hand. But next week, it's a girl who causes the death of four men,
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 patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James.
Featured in the cast were John Danaer, Vic Perrin, Richard Beals, and Jack Prusian.
Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
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