Around Dodge City and in the territory on West, there is 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 story of the violin 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.
Hear me that bottle, Zach.
It's been a long, dusty trail up from Texas and I don't care to ride in the Dodge.
So be it, man.
Don't you kill it.
Come up the same trail you did, I'm just as dry.
I hope I never see another more phone steer.
I will settle down and be a bartender, something easy like that.
Sure, and by tomorrow you'll wish you were back trailing the cattle.
You wish you'd never seen Dodge.
You might turn that bottle.
By tomorrow, maybe there won't be no Dodge.
Maybe we'll have torn that plum apart.
Oh, I'll hear the cougar howl tonight.
Looky on there, there's a long branch.
Let's start with this.
Yeah, tell them we're here, Zach.
Show them how we're living, Texas.
Oh, yeah.
Put a bullet through his hat, Zach.
Shoot his heels away.
Get down off those horses.
I'll get down and miss this while I come here for.
All the way from Texas.
Well, you're welcome here, but don't get any notions about shooting up this town.
Who are you anyway?
I'm a U.S. Marshal.
I'll take your gun until you're sober enough to carry it.
Nobody takes my gun.
Then you better ride right back to camp.
Don't let him buffalo you, Zach.
He won't.
Mister, I'm staying.
Me and my gun.
You'll be marshal for breakfast if you try to stop me.
I won't.
I'm going to kill you for doing that to him.
I've seen the whole thing.
Another drunken cowboy with more fire than sense.
Well, now you had to kill him.
Yeah.
Take his gun, Chester.
Here, no, don't shoot me now.
Now, now, nobody ain't going to shoot you, mister.
Come on, get on your feet.
Come on.
Come on.
Oh, mister, you busted my head.
You'll be all right.
But your friend's dead.
He tried to shoot me.
You killed him?
To keep him from killing me.
There'd be trouble about this, marshal.
Why don't you get anything like that started?
Oh, no, not me.
His brother, Howard Buelow.
He's out to camp.
I know him, marshal.
He'll come after you.
All right, I'll be here.
No, it won't be like that.
Howard wouldn't face a gunfighter.
He'll shoot you in the back.
We're out of an alley at night.
I know him, marshal.
It'll happen.
You want to bury your friend here or you want to take him back to camp?
I'll take him back to camp.
You know, Matt, you'd think a restaurant like Delmonico could at least make good coffee,
even if the food's bad.
You know, I never saw a woman yet who didn't find fault with everybody's cooking but her
own.
You know, I didn't have more taste in men, so...
Oh, yeah, sure, sure.
Matt.
Yeah?
That man you had to shoot today, his brother.
Is that what's on your mind?
Yeah, I suppose so, Kitty.
I've been thinking.
You've never seen him.
If he does ride in the town, you won't be able to recognize him, will you?
That's just to say that he'll probably be the first man who tries to shoot me in the back.
Oh, Matt.
Don't worry about it.
He's been tried before.
And I'm still around.
Trunk street's not very crowded, isn't it?
It's kind of early, yeah.
Hey, wait a minute, Kitty.
What is it?
That man laying against the post up here.
The way he turns his head, I want to get a look at him.
So many guys.
Yeah, I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
I know.
How many after me?
Yeah.
Yeah.
No, it's probably somebody who's after me, Kitty.
You stay here.
Yeah.
All right, Matt.
You're looking for me, Bulo?
What?
Your name is Bulo, isn't it?
I bet you're the Marshal.
That's right.
What are your plans, Bulo?
Kill you?
My own way?
I thought so.
I'll take your gun, now.
Take it.
All right.
That won't stop me.
You just got another gun that shot me in the back.
Is that it?
Any way I can.
Look, Bulo, your brother tried to kill me and he'd have done it if I hadn't stopped him.
There ain't nobody kills a Bulo and gets by with it.
I don't care what he done.
Maybe you need a few days to think it over.
I ain't got a few days.
You have now.
You're going to jail for a while.
Oh, no.
I ain't done nothing.
Turn around and get moving.
You the Marshal?
Yeah, what can I do for you?
My name's Will Jacklin.
I'm boss of the Dragar herd.
We're holding up river.
Come for Howard Bulo.
Oh, I see.
Well, turn him loose.
I can't turn him loose.
He didn't do a thing last night.
He was just standing on the street the way I heard.
He threatened to shoot me in the back and he says he's still going to.
You killed his brother, didn't you?
In self-defense, yeah.
It don't matter.
You have to look out for yourself.
But none of my men's going to lay in a Kansas jail when he ain't done nothing.
None of your men's going to walk around free waiting to put a bullet in my back either.
Look, Jacklin, you let Bulo cool off every day or two.
You'll get over it, maybe.
I got eight men outside, Marshal, and I got ten more with the Cadillac camp.
We come a long way.
We had a hard drive.
We're all Texans and no Dodge City Marshal's going to rub our nose in dirt.
Nobody's trying to, Jacklin.
I want Bulo out of here.
I'll turn him over to you when you have soldier heard and are headed back to Texas.
I want him now.
Not as long as he's set on killing me.
Eighteen men I got, Marshal, and I count myself.
And fourteen of us will be back tonight.
We'll get him.
Don't you try it.
Well, we'll do it.
And after we get him, we'll really shoot your town up.
You people have mistreated the last Texas cowboy you're going to.
Tonight, Marshal.
Sure you won't have a beer, man.
I'll even buy you one.
Yeah.
It'll do you good.
I can't be drinking now, Doc.
Oh, Matt, I don't think you'll ride in like that tonight.
Those cowboys always talk big.
Maybe.
They're just full of vinegar after the long drive they've made.
And now they want to hoop and holler some.
Bulo's full of more than vinegar, Doc.
Two for a shoot for nine for nine.
Oh, man, the world's got to be what I do.
Marshal Dillon.
Oh, hello, Doc.
Hello, Richard.
What are you going to do about those Texans, Marshal?
I don't know, Mr. Riesling.
I hadn't given it much thought.
Well, you better start thinking, Marshal.
I heard Jackson writing here this morning.
He means what he says, that man.
And what did he say?
Well, they're going to destroy Dodge, that's what.
Him and all those wild Texans he's got.
You've got to let that man out of jail, Marshal, right away.
Mr. Riesling, the man I got in jail aims to shoot me from ambush if I turn him away.
I can't help that, Marshal.
Well, I can.
Please stay in where he is till he comes to his senses.
What about the rest of us?
It's all right for you to save your own skin, but what about us?
Those cowboys will shoot up the town.
Maybe burn my hotel down.
Now, don't get all excited, Mr. Riesling.
It won't help matters anything.
Now, why don't you just forget about it?
Jackman may never show up at all.
That's what I come to tell you.
Oh, what?
Frank Parris rode by the drag-out camp a little while ago.
And he says those men were just about to leave for Dodge.
That means they'll be here any minute.
Now, what are you going to do?
You don't have to get mixed up in this, you know, Chester.
I know.
That'll take me a shot down, too.
Okay.
Now, let's wait outside.
All right.
About ten feet apart, huh?
All right.
Here they come, Mr. Dillon. All of them.
Yeah.
Here he is, men.
Hello, Marshal.
You're acting like a fool, Jackman.
We'll see about that.
You make trouble hearing the law be after you wherever you go.
I don't worry none about no law.
I was raised plum-free.
We all were.
And so you were.
But that doesn't leave you free to form a mob, a raid, a jail, or shoot up a town.
What's the matter with you men, anyway?
What's the matter with you? You put an innocent man in jail.
Any man who wants to kill somebody isn't very innocent, Jackman.
You have to wait till he does it.
I don't have to wait for nothing.
Marshal, we've come for Bulev.
Let them have him, Marshal.
Turn him loose. Hurry.
You keep out of this, really.
He is right, Marshal.
If you let him go peaceable, we'll leave town.
If you make us fight, we'll go right on fighting.
Well, you heard him. He means it. Now you do it.
Please don't, Jack.
Jackman, this is a shotgun I'm holding.
The first move you or any one of your men make, I'll cut you in two with it.
Maybe.
We're too many.
You'll die and so will your friend there.
Is that right, men?
Yeah.
Texas men ain't afraid to die, Marshal.
But they ain't gonna get tromped on.
Now for the last time, turn him loose.
Now they can shoot me in the back the first chance he gets.
That's your luck, Al.
I'm through talking, Marshal. Get set, men.
And when you finish him, go rip this town wide open.
All right, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
All right.
Chester. Yes, sir?
Go get Puyo.
All right, sir.
Come on, Marshal.
Can I hear you? You're ahead, Marshal.
You and I have both been dead if you haven't.
I'm not doing it because of you or me, Jacklin.
I'm doing it because of too many other men who are tired.
Well, it don't matter as long as you turn him loose.
All right, bring him over here, Chester.
We're not the boys.
You got a problem for us?
You alone?
Yeah, I'm alone.
You go on back to camp.
And you try to do some thinking while you're there.
Sure, Marshal.
You know what I'll be thinking about?
You.
Sitting next to open windows.
Walking down a dark street.
I'm going to kill you here.
Whatever he was from, whatever kind of a life he'd led, Bulo was a primitive man.
I'm worried he'd heard about revenge.
A simple idea, an eye for an eye.
And he's taken it to heart.
I realized now that there was no deal-out with him.
The man was incapable of change.
And Jacklin wasn't much better.
But I forgot about Jacklin.
It was Bulo who would be back.
Still two days went by and there was no sign of him.
I heard a cup of chard, Mr. Dillon.
We'll sit down there.
All right, Chester.
Nobody can't shoot you from here unless it comes up in front.
Yeah, it's not very likely with Bulo.
Well, it doesn't matter if men like him anyway.
I don't know, Chester, to the rough of life, maybe a war, a lot of things.
Look, John, did that Miss Kitty come up the street?
Yeah.
She's a little fast, boy, look.
I've been looking for you everywhere.
Trouble?
Yeah, Bulo's back.
Have you seen him?
No, but Sam did.
Said he stopped in for a drink a little while ago.
Oh, is he still there?
Hey, look, he told Sam he's got a room at the Dodge house.
He might be there.
Oh, well, I'd like to find him before he finds me.
Be careful, man.
You can come along too, Chester.
Four eyes are better than two.
Thanks, Kitty.
What do you do to find him, Mr. John?
Well, there's no good talking to him anymore.
Maybe I can scare him out of this somehow.
Sure do hope so.
Hotel is pretty empty from here, John.
Hey, evening.
Marshall?
I'm looking for Bulo.
Is he here?
I don't want any issues.
I want to know if he's here recently.
He went upstairs a few minutes ago, Marshall.
All right, which room?
No, Marshall.
Turn the light on, Mr. John!
I miss it.
He's in one of those rooms.
Yeah, we got him now.
I don't know which one.
You stay here, Chester, and I'm going to go down the hall.
He might come out of any one of those doors.
Yeah, sure.
Is he okay?
Yeah, he's okay, Chester.
He didn't hit you, did he?
No, he tried to, but it was too late.
He was already dying.
Well, I sure am glad.
And he died about as uselessly as a man could, though.
For no reason at all.
For no reason at all.
Gunsmoke.
Produced and directed by Norman MacDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Villains, U.S. Marshal.
The story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Messman.
Featured in the cast were Vic Perrin, Lawrence Stockton, Harry Bartel, and Jack Moyle.
Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNeary is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kiddick.
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