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In the 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 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 chance a job, and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely.
Oh, oh there, oh there, Matt, Matt, wait a second.
I want to talk to you, Matt, if I ever get this compound team to stop it.
Whoa.
You driving that buggy, Doc, or you just being took?
Oh, this blaster team.
They got miles of solid iron.
They're probably trying to run away from that squeaky wheel.
If they don't grease that thing, they're going to twist off a spindle one of these days.
Ah, it'll last as long as I will.
Oh, say Matt, I just drove in from Metal Flats.
Huh?
Well, every man to his own pleasure.
It wasn't pleasure, Con, Fondie.
Now I got something that'll wipe that grin off your face, too.
That's so?
Yes.
Bert Reese and that ornery boy of his.
They've been kicking up their heels again.
Well, who are they after this time?
Pezzie Neller and his wife.
They've got that homestead you know next to the Reese's.
Yeah, I know the place.
What happened?
Well, it seems Bert Reese and his boy kind of hoon-rod him a little bit last night.
They burned one of Pezzie's chicken houses and fired off a few shots, and Pezzie's acting
real funny about it.
How you mean?
Well, he didn't want me to say anything about it.
He claims he doesn't want any trouble.
Talk with Bert Reese after him.
He's already got trouble.
There goes old Pezzie, Mr. Dillon, scratching around the ashes there.
Uh-huh.
Well, Marshall, Chester, this is a mighty pleasant surprise.
Morning, Pezzie.
Hi, Mr. Neller.
Get down and set a spell.
Oh, thank you.
The quarter's got some coffee on.
Be ready directly.
Oh, fine.
We could do with some.
Well, it looks like you might have had a little trouble out here last night, Pezzie.
What about Marshall?
Well, that chicken house burned right down to the ground.
Oh, yeah.
The stud name hurt much.
You know, it sure picked it up.
Those many chickens?
Oh, about a dozen, I reckon.
Got most of them out, though.
You're mighty lucky.
Yes, sir.
That's just the way I look at it, Marshall.
I'm mighty lucky.
It was a downright horror and shame if you ask me.
I think I had a start over some shots fired last night.
Look, Marshall, you had an order of clear out here just on a kind of a little go-around.
Well, I did not pay him a beam.
You're a patient man, Pezzie.
Just can't abide trouble, I guess.
Never could for some reason.
Too bad the Reese's don't feel the same way.
Isn't that who it was, Burke Reese and that bully in the sauna, his spike?
Well, I just wouldn't rather know for sure.
It was off a dark last night, Marshall.
There was two fellows on horseback.
That's all I could tell.
Uh-huh.
You been bothered before?
Oh, a couple nights this week.
Might be the same two fellows.
Might not.
Hard to say.
They do.
Oh, just galloped around the house a couple of times shooting off the guns.
Didn't do no harm much, though.
Has Burke Reese been trying to buy you off, Pezzie?
Well, he did make me an offer last week.
Only about a third of what the place is worth, though.
Anyhow, I ain't aiming to sell.
Neither was Ed Talmich.
He had the homestead in Arthur Reese, remember?
Yes, I remember.
Reese bought that place for about a third of what it was worth, Pezzie.
And Ed's with her.
You know, I never could figure who Dragos did that night.
Look, Pezzie, if you'll sign a complaint, I'll have both of Reese's locked up inside
an hour.
Won't do no good, Marshall.
It is dark.
I couldn't swear in court at resend.
And you know what'll happen.
You don't even pack a gun, Pezzie.
Guns just lead to trouble, Marshall.
I'm a mild sort of man, I reckon, and a believer in nature, like with their herd of cattle.
Storm comes up, they just turn their tail to the wind and wait it out.
Man can learn a whole lot from animals.
Sure he can, Pezzie.
But Burke Reese learned his from a mountain lion.
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I declare, Mr. Dillon, the Long Branch ain't never had this big a Saturday afternoon before.
It's still day,chan I'm not去了 Let's go baby, baby.
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I found you!
Why are they giving me food man?
haunts you brought me along to pay for it.
How you been?
No complaints. Look at this crowd.
You ever see such a mob?
With the looks of things, the fights will be starting even before dark.
Yeah.
Want to have a beer with us?
No thanks. It's too early for me.
But if you're around about 3 a.m.
I'll have some supper with you.
Sounds good. Try to make it.
Well, he seems happy enough.
That's old Burke Rees, Mr. John.
Yeah. And Spike along with him.
Now there's a pair that's due for hanging.
They're over, no kidding.
Well, howdy there, Marshal.
Mighty nice to find you on the job.
Ain't that right, Spike?
You know, I can usually find some good in anybody but those two.
Especially after they murdered Ed Talmadge last year.
There was no evidence, Kitty. No witnesses.
All right, Matt. But everybody knew they did it.
Happened to me.
Well, I'm glad you're here.
I'm glad you're here.
I'm glad you're here.
But everybody knew they did it.
Yeah, but the law has to go on proof.
Or it stops being the law.
But people are afraid of him, Matt.
They're afraid even to go into court and tell what they know.
Matt! Matt! Come here!
Just a minute, Doc.
Come on, just let me see what he wants.
I'll talk to you later, Kitty.
Don't forget, Matt. Supper at 3.
Out there in the street, Matt,
some folks got themselves in a peck of trouble.
Pezzie Neller and his missus.
When they come out of Jonas' store
and started to drive off,
the team pulled the front axle out from under the wagon.
Let the whole bed drop right down in the street.
I see.
Uh, look, uh, you better stay here, Doc.
Uh, excuse me.
Would you let me through here, please?
Yeah, sure.
Excuse me, please.
Oh, now! Oh, oh!
Oh, now! Oh, oh!
Looks like you had a little trouble there, Pezzie.
Oh, hello, Marshall.
Yeah, I reckon the kingpin must have fell out.
Kingpins don't fall out, Pezzie.
They fell in from the top.
Hmm, yes, it did with that.
Well, and it must have bounced up
and fell out over the top somehow.
Uh-huh.
Did you see Burke Reese take that pen out?
No, sir, can't say I did, Marshall.
Me and Cora were inside the store there.
All right, what about the rest of you?
Any of you see Burke Reese
or anybody else fooling around this way?
Not one of you saw a thing, huh?
Don't bother about it, Marshall.
We just lost a little flower, is all.
About all we bought in fact,
except a roll of heavy wire for a clothesline.
Of course, it wasn't hurting, then.
You all right, Miss Nella?
It ain't nothing, Marshall.
Just cut my mouth a little.
Better let Doc take a look at it.
Oh, the bleeding's pertinent stuck.
Reckon I bumped it on the kickboard
when I got thrown out.
That's a good thing, Marshall.
I'm glad I got thrown out.
Pezzie, if you don't care about yourself,
you might think about your wife here.
Now, don't you go plaguing him, Marshall.
Pezzie's been taking care of me
for a good lot of years now.
And he ought to keep on doing it, ma'am.
Pezzie's got his principles, Marshall.
Now, respect him for him.
He's a mild man and he can't abide violence.
All right.
All right, some of you men
give him a hand, will you?
Come on, Justice.
Well, you sure can't help him
much when he won't lift a hand to help himself.
There's one way I can, Chester.
I don't like doing it, but somebody's got to.
What's that?
I'm gonna show Burke Reese up
for the coward that he is.
Free yourself of old-fashioned ideas.
Why don't you live modern?
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Live, live, live modern.
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of the pure white miracle tip
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And that's the big reason why today
more people are changing to L&M
than to any other cigarette.
Remember, L&M draws easier,
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smokes cleaner.
So live modern.
Change to L&M.
Make today your big red letter day
and start to live the modern way.
Live, live, live modern.
Smoke an L&M.
It's America's fastest growing cigarette.
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There they are, Mr. Dillon.
Sitting over there at the poker table.
All right, Chester, you move on down there
by the end of the bar.
Just keep them off my back, that's all.
All right, sir.
But you watch him, Mr. Dillon.
They can be awful mean.
What was the trouble out there, Matt?
I didn't hear any shooting.
Later, Kitty.
Right now you better stay clear.
Where are you going?
Well, Marshall,
me and the youngins getting up a little game.
Like to sit in, would you?
Race, you're a filthy murdering coward.
Now, you've got no call to talk like that, Marshall.
You shot Ed Talmadge in the back last year
so you could buy out his homestead.
That so?
Now, you're after Pezzi Neller.
You shot up his place a couple of times
and burned one of his buildings.
Pezzi say all that, did he?
As he's not one to stick up for his rights,
so somebody's got to do it for him.
Reese, I just called you a rotten coward.
Hold it, Spike.
That's just what he's trying to get us to do.
It won't work, Marshall.
I ain't going to draw on you.
Curse him.
You're too yellow, both of you.
Except for the man like Pezzi Neller
who doesn't wear a gun.
I ain't drawing, Marshall.
Didn't you hear me, Burke?
I called you a lying coward.
I'm sitting right here.
No, you're not.
Now, get up on your feet.
Get up.
I know you, Marshall.
You'd never shoot a man down cold.
I wouldn't.
Spike, reach over slow.
Then buckle my gun.
You touch that belt, Spike,
and I'll blast you out of your chair.
All right, leave it, Spike.
But I still ain't making no move.
No?
Well, maybe this will do it.
All right, what about it, Reese?
I'm staying right here on the floor, Marshall.
You sit tight, Spike.
I told you, Marshall, no matter what you do,
I ain't gonna draw against you.
You're a smart one, Reese.
You're smart just like a rattlesnake.
Now, you get up and get out of here.
Get out both of you before I kick you to death.
Come on, Spike.
You act like that before.
Yeah, I'm not kidding.
Not that I blame you.
I know they wouldn't draw.
I just wanted to show them up for the cowards they are.
I'm not gonna do it.
I'm not gonna do it.
I'm not gonna do it.
I'm not gonna do it.
I'm not gonna do it.
I'm afraid there's only one more thing I can do for Pezzy Nutter.
What's that, man?
The tender's funeral.
Oh, old Chester, this is the worst coffee I ever tasted.
I broke better in Balmain fluid.
Well, you kept your mouth shut, Doctor,
after you'd swallowed three whole cups.
Well, no wonder my throat was so sore.
I was so scared.
I was so scared.
I was so scared.
I was so scared.
I was so scared.
I was so scared.
I was so scared.
I was so scared that I swallowed three whole cups.
Well, no wonder my throat was still paralyzed
from the first swallow.
I'm sure you've used a lot of sass for being paralyzed
in the neck.
Do you want some more, Mr. Don?
No, not right now, Chester.
In my game you complain about it, Doc,
but I know that you always come hockfootin' over here
first thing when you wake up.
It's a trial by torture, Chester!
If I can live through Chester's coffee,
I can face anything that day brings.
Well, forevermore, what do you know?
coming down the street there in his wagon.
No?
Well, Matt, how do you figure a man like that?
He doesn't want any trouble, he says. He can't abide violence.
He don't even realize he's on bar time.
I guess not, Doug.
All he was worrying about yesterday afternoon was getting back home
and putting up a clothesline for the Mrs.
No, just a couple of babes and a forest of wolves.
He stopped right out in front here, Mr. Dillon.
Marshall! Marshall, dear, then.
Let's see what he wants.
Morning, Pezzy. You're up early, aren't you?
Reckon I am at that, Marshall.
Oh, hello, Doc. I'm glad to find you here.
Is there something wrong?
Well, in a way, I guess there is, Marshall.
Had a little accident at our place during the night.
Accident? Who?
Doc, I reckon you'd better take a look there in the wagon bed.
Just throw back the cover.
All right. Give me a hand here, just a minute.
All right, Doc.
Matt, sorry to have this happen, Marshall,
but it's just one of them things that couldn't be helped, I reckon.
Mr. Dillon, it's the Reese's.
What?
They're dead, Matt. Both of them.
What?
Their necks have been broken.
There's marks across their throats.
It's like they've been hanged.
Yes, sir.
That's exactly what I said to Cora this morning
when we found him laying there.
Looked like they'd been hanged, what I said.
Found them where, Pezzey? What happened?
Well, sir, me and Cora woke up last night
and heard some shooting in Kuroan like them other times.
Yeah?
Only it stopped all of a sudden, and the horses galloped off,
so we went back to sleep.
This morning when I come out, I found these two
laying right there in my chicken yard, dead in door nails.
Now go on.
Then I figured, was that dog gone clothesline, Marshal?
I put it up good and solid, cause Cora always hates
to have her wash it down in the dirt.
And I reckon these two just didn't see it in the dark that way.
They rode right into it.
Man's got a number 20 rigging cable hooked under his chin
and a galloping horse stretching his feet in the stirrups.
Well, sure don't do his neck no good.
Nah, sure doesn't.
Well, you better take him down to the undertakers.
Yeah, all right.
I'll ride along with you, Pezzy.
Might as well earn him a fee.
Yeah, sure sorry to put you fellas out this way,
but a man can't be expected to go around
and warn all his neighbors every time
he puts up a new clothesline.
I guess not, Pezzy.
At that, I got to change a darn thing when I get back home.
Put it a foot and a half too high for some fool reason.
Well, Cora can't even reach it.
Come on, get on.
Stop by to see us, Marshal, whenever you're out our way.
Yeah, yeah I will, Pezzy.
Well, Chester, never sell a mild man short.
You said them Reese's was overdue for hanging, Mr. John.
Yeah, they're sure not overdue anymore.
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In a moment, our star, William Conrad.
We laugh at Humpty Dumpty's tumble.
We roar at the comedian who slips on a banana peel.
But the unfunny fact is that almost 14,000 Americans
died from falls in their own homes.
Why did they fall?
Silly little reasons mostly.
There was a toy on the stairs that they didn't see.
There was that loose board on the porch they'd always meant to fix.
Or maybe the scatter rugs scattered at the wrong moment.
Or they climbed on a chair to straighten the drapes.
It seemed so important at the time.
Home accidents are second only to those on the highways
and the terrible mortality they cause.
And falls account for almost half of home accidents.
Look around your house today and see that the causes of falls
are removed wherever possible, that floors and stairs
are in good repair and well lighted,
that obstructions are removed and carpets secured.
See that a slick wax job doesn't slide you into the hospital.
Have a proper stepladder and use it instead of climbing on unsteady furniture.
It's so simple to prevent accidents, so tragic to face their consequences.
Check your home for fall traps today.
And now William Conrad.
You know on the frontier there was usually plenty of fresh meat to be had.
Antelope, venison, buffalo, prairie chicken.
And yet next week a man dies because of one small yearling calf.
And that was the West.
Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald,
stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.
The story was specially written for Gunsmoke by Les Crutchfield,
with editorial supervision by John Mesman.
The music was composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Sound patterns by Ray Kemper and Tom Hanley.
Featured in the cast were Ralph Moody, John Danaer and Helen Cleave.
Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNair is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
Join us again next week for another story on Gunsmoke.
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