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pack and new hush-proof box. Live modern, smoke modern, change to L&M. Around 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 US Marshal and the smell of Guns, Mote. Guns, Mote, 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
at a little lonely.
Morning, Miles. 17 minutes, Matthew. 17 minutes exactly since I sent that boy to find you.
How's that so? A crime has occurred, Matthew. You're dawdling over your breakfast coffee.
It's not likely to bring the culprit to justice. The boy said somebody broke into your store
last night, Miles. I? How'd they get in? Well, by breaking the glass in the back window.
Two panes, four dollars and 32 cents a pane. You know, Miles, I told you a year ago you
ought to put greetings over those windows like the rest of the stores in town. No, but greetings
cost money, Matthew. Yeah, and so do burglaries. What did they take? Well, they've been compiling
a list. Now, here's exactly what's missing. One blue blanket, retail price six dollars
and 40 cents. One blue denim jacket, size 76, retail price three dollars. The prices
aren't important, Miles. Oh, to me they are. I have a certain respect for money. Yeah,
so I've heard. What else is missing? Well, now let me see. One hat, gray, of course,
fine quality. Yeah, I know. I got one, Miles. Go on with the rest of your list. One pair
of boots, size six, on tools, inlaid with kid, retail price 12. Here, let me take a look
at it, will you? Oh, nice. Thanks. Yeah, two flannel shirts, five pounds clapper bacon,
three pounds of dried beans, a pound of salt, bucks and maxes of skillet. Looks like you've
just grub-saked somebody, Miles. I expect you to recover each and every one of those
items, Miles. Oh, I'll try to. One canteen, one hand axe, two pounds of cheese, one
144 caliber Cobra velvet. Mar-del-sixty, retail price $56.80. What about cartridges? You
don't have them on the list. No, I'm out of cartridges. I'm expecting a case in today.
Well, the gun won't be much use without them. I wonder if any place else was robbed last
night. Big heaven. Now what's the matter? Ah, here's something else that's been taken,
Matthew. There were three bottles right there on that telephone house. There's only two.
Bottles of what? Eh, perfume, imported all the way from Paris, France. Now what were
the men I kept grub-saking self-wanted to get perfume for? Maybe it wasn't the man,
Miles. Huh? The size of those boots and the jacket. It would take a pretty small man to
wear clothes like that. You mean a girl? You know, what in the name of heaven would she
be up to? I don't know. Mr. Jones? Yeah, what is it, sir? Wilbur Jones. Somebody come
into his store and helped him up a while ago. What? Did he recognize you? No, sir. He
stuck a gun in his back and made him go into the store room and locked the door on him.
He said whoever it was had a real soft voice like a kid. Mr. Jones hadn't been to
the bank yet, so at least there wasn't no cash, so... Oh, what was stolen? Nothing,
except a box of.44 caliber cartridges.
Let me smell that perfume again, will you, Matt? Yeah, sure, Kitty, sure. Not any scent
I know, but I sure like to. You say Miles has got two more bottles of it? No, I got
this sample from one of them. Well, there's nothing like this around God. It shouldn't
be too hard to track down. Yeah, provided the person who stole it opens the bottle. Well,
I'll keep sniffing the breeze, Matt. That's what we've been doing all day in this city,
sniffing and smelling around all over town, just like a couple of hound dogs. But we
ain't caught a whiff of this. Well, you wouldn't be likely to, Chester. Matt, maybe
there's a girl. If there is a girl, there's only a left hand. Well, in a way, I hope
so. She might have wanted the gun just to protect herself. She wasn't protecting herself
when she shoved it in Will Jonas' back this morning, Kitty. Well, it was empty then. It's
not empty, no. Well, by God, I was just wondering who I'd let buy me a drink this evening. Yeah,
as far as I'm concerned, Doc, you're still wondering. Well, good evening, Kitty. Hello,
Doc. Hello, Doc. Oh, I understand somebody barred a few things off an old man's car last
night. Yeah, they did, Doc. Oh, they did, huh? Crime, rampant, and the local law inhabit
the collusion. Here, Doc, smell this, will you? Huh? Oh, yeah. Hey, what do you do, Matt?
Put it on your hair or use it when you shave? You ever smell that smell anywhere before,
Doc? Mm-hmm, slightly familiar. Huh? What do you mean, slightly familiar? Well, I mean,
I smelled the same thing earlier today somewhere. Today? Where, Doc? Where what? Where did you
smell it today? Mm-hmm. I don't even remember. Say, Matt, what do you say we get off of
Coke again? Doc, would you think where did you smell this perfume today? I don't know.
Let me see now. I was all over town at one time or another, and it wasn't at the livery
stable, naturally. Or at the bank. Oh, forget it, man. I don't have the slightest idea.
Uh-oh, uh-oh. Wait a minute. Now I remember. Huh? I was talking to Mr. Dobie in the lobby
of the Dodge house, and this kid came in. The Dodge house, huh? That's right. He leaped
to the stuff. Yes, that's where it was. He rented himself a room there. But why? I'll tell
you later, Doc. Tell him. Come on.
It's the next door on the left there, Mr. Jones, according to what Mr. Dobie said. Yeah.
Be careful of that water, Victor. You reckon we'll put up a fight? For a few will or for
a few will. I don't know, sir. All right, go ahead and knock. Let's get clear before
the door opens up. Who's there? I sent you some drinking water. Leave it out there in
the hall. Okay, but you better get it before the ice melts. I like to walk off the way,
sir. Get your hands up. You're under arrest. What? Come here. Take the gun. All right,
get back in the room. They'll use to get my whole hotel stirred up. I ain't done nothing.
You got no call for arrest, please. Inside, I said. Tell me if he wasn't like Mr. Dillon.
It is a girl. He reminds me of my own business. Who are you anyway? What? Are you S. Marshall?
That's who he is. A Marshall? Why did you get that shirt you're wearing, Miss? And the
boot. What about this gun? Where do you think I got it? I don't think. I know now. What's
your name? My name's Willie Dinker. I'm from down around Old State Junction. Willie? What
kind of a name is that for a female? Why you set your tater-totter down? Willie, how old
are you? Sixteen. It's any of your business. Sixteen, huh? Why did you break into that
store last night? Who says I did? The clothes you're wearing, that step in on the bed over
there, the stuff all over this room, every bit of it was stolen. How'd you figure it
was me, Martha? That perfume you took. Doc Adams was down in the lobby when you rented
your room here. He smelled it on you. Oh, I guess I know that perfume is going to bring
bad luck. Them other things I needed. Except for that perfume I just wanted. Never had
a friend before. Never used felt, man. Just heard about it. What are you doing right away
from home? I ain't running. I already run. You wish to drag me with wild horses, I wouldn't
go back there. Why not? You know my stepfather, you wouldn't ask why not. Work, work a body
to their death, that's all he knows. He's got a dry farm down here. He ain't never going
to be worth nothing no matter what. He'll work day and night just like a man. I ain't
never even owned a drill. Why don't believe in going into frills? No, I see. Last time
he done it two days ago, I just lit out. Did you get bruised and shot in my head? Yes,
we will. Oh, for land sake, Nisha, that's his father. You make a move, Martha, and I'll
blow this feller's backbone clean through his belly. I'm not moving. Just take it easy,
Tess. Well, put my back up now, Mrs. Away from the door. I'm not going to run away from
home just to end up in no jail. Where are you going to end up, Willie? Never you mind
about me, Martha. Now you can just stay put. Oh, I just, I'm awful sorry, Mr. Leone. I
didn't have no idea what she's up to. She doesn't need her trust. Not their trouble.
Durn fool kid. Yeah, a darn fool kid with a loaded gun.
Well, let's see now, Matthews. This shirt's not been worn. We won't have to discount
it at least. Now the same goes for this skillet, Miles. And the blanket, canteen, handbag.
It's one of these beans I nearly knew, Mr. MacKyde. Oh, just hold your horses, you two.
I've got to weigh this key. Oh, for land sake, Nisha, wait a minute. A man can't calculate
his profit without knowing his cost. Uh-huh. I knew some of it was gone. I think about
it. 20 cents worth off that corner there. 22 cents to be exact. Well, at least she didn't
have time to eat any of your bacon, Miles. Oh, there you are. Yeah, it's about the size
of it that's always found in her room. Yeah, it was adjusted to low price items, Matthews.
She still got away with a $12.50 pair of boots. She hasn't gotten away yet, Miles. We'll find
it before the night's over. We know what she looks like now, at least. And we know her
name, Wade Beaver. Ah, if she's a homestead or child, you say? Yeah, dry farming down
in Fort Oak. It's too much work, I guess. And too little to lose for anything else.
Might be hard living, dry farming. Doesn't pay much of anything to speak of. Not much.
Matthew, look, if you cut her and you get back those boots and that gun and the other
items, well, what I mean is, she can keep that perfume if she wants it. Well, forever
more. Couldn't have told it anyway if she's used some of it. Yeah, sure, Miles. I've got
a chance. You're tired? A girl wandering around alone. Well, I can find it. Don't just stand
there staring at me. I'm not staring at you, Miles. I'm just listening to you, that's all.
Oh, I'm smirking like a cat in a bird cage. I told you that perfume isn't saleable now.
You go on out and catch that young rascal and you bring her to justice, healing from honest,
God-fearing folks, violating private property. All right, Miles, all right. And if you get
that gun and those boots back and they're not hurt any, and the denim jacket too, well,
I'll give that child a dress right out of my stock. My lany-gracy. Well, it's not a matter
of sentiment, no, it's just that it isn't fit for a young girl to go into court dressed
like a man. It's no decent... Yeah, sure, sure, Miles, I know what you mean. Just a proper
respect for appearances, that's all it is, isn't it? Oh, I can find the boots of you.
You're trying to accuse a man of charity when he hasn't done out-egg in his entire nature.
What's this, Gilbert? Is that their stage off the town, in life? Yeah, come on, Chester,
let's find out.
So helping, Marshall, I didn't know. I didn't have the least idea.
Well, it wasn't your fault, Jason. Yeah, Chester, did you send somebody to find Doc?
Yes, I did. A Darsen boy went to fetch Mr. Doe. No, it was a girl. I just opened the safe
and didn't let her have the money. I wouldn't have shot an old girl, not if I'd known. It
couldn't have been expected or not, Jason, so... A bandana over her face, dressed like
she was, pointing that gun just as rock steady as any man I ever seen. Yeah. And you know,
I always keep my gun stuck right between the safe and the desk in case of something like
this. So I made like I was going to open the safe and... Are you sure, Marshall? Are you
sure she's dead? Yeah, I'm afraid she is. I never done nothing so bad in my whole life.
No help from Marshall, Jason. I didn't know. Look, anybody else would have done the same
thing. Now, it couldn't be helped. It's done. Blaming yourself won't undo it. Now, look,
why don't you go outside a while and get some fresh air? I reckon maybe I better. I reckon
I just doesn't get outside a while. Old Jason's broke up pretty bad over there. Yeah, I guess
most anybody is. Damn, poor youngin'. Now, she paid for it, that's it. Now, there's
no point leaving her there on the dirty floor, let's lift her up on the counter. All right.
Let me get her shoulders. You know, she wasn't lying. She has got a bruise on her head. I
guess her paw did beat her already. Poor little thing. All right, let's lift her.
Well, what's that fell out of her jacket? Must be on her. Yeah, I know. It's her perfume.
You know, on the frontier, even the roughest of nest-deer families had to scratch awful
hard to tear a living out of the dry, parched earth. Yet next week, a lone ranch woman had
to kill the one person who might have helped her. 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 Clutchfield with editorial supervision by John Messon. The music was
composed and conducted by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured
in the cast were Ben Wright, Sammy Hill, and Lawrence Domkin. Harley Bair is Chester, Howard
McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. We are proud to announce that Rex Corey won
the annual Down Beat Magazine Award for the best original scoring of a regularly scheduled
radio series as musical director of CBS Radio's Gunsmoke. Join us again next week for another
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