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 the 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, the 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.
Come on, get your boots on, let's go.
Listen here.
Come on, get up, Harv.
Where riding?
Ain't no call to throw no water on me, Harley.
You sleep, you just luck I didn't use coffee. Come on now, get up.
I don't know why we have to move so early.
It's because I want to get this here stuff to Texas before the law starts sniffing around after us.
Will you get that saddle on your horse?
Well, all right, but Molly won't even be up.
She's not even going to wake up, Nina.
What do you mean, we ain't?
I mean, we're heading straight for the border, and we ain't making no stops.
Now listen here, Olly, you told me if I come into this with you, I could take Molly along.
I decided different. Just hold us up.
It wouldn't do no such thing. Molly can ride even with you anytime.
A woman gets in the way. Now that's always to it.
I ain't going without her.
Oh, you young pup.
I ain't, Olly. You need my horse too to help carry that gold, but you can't have it without we stop for Molly.
She ain't even got a horse to ride. We took them both.
All right then, let's get her a horse. You're good enough at stealing.
I should have never took you on this job.
You couldn't have pulled it without me, Olly. And I ain't going all the way to Texas without Molly.
All right. All right, Olly. But just get a move on. And if we don't find a horse by noon, the deal is off.
That's fair enough. But I'll find one. Don't you worry none about that.
Well, come on, Chester.
One, two, three.
This guy was shocked, wasn't it?
I got a hand to tell you that, Chester.
How's that, Mr. Jones?
You hung on to that bar of soap. How come you brought it along in the first place?
Well, I tell you, a man don't never know when he's going to need a bath.
When he'll get a chance to take one.
That's right, Mr. Jones.
Well, sir, that is exactly right. Inviting, I believe, and being prepared.
Well, that's fine, Chester. But how about letting me use it for a while? You're pretty well lathered up.
Well, sure thing, Mr. Jones. I didn't mean to make a pig of myself.
More like a mad dog. Thanks.
It's a nice little pool, ain't it?
Yeah. Any water would look good after that three-day ride.
I guess you're right.
Can you swim good, Mr. Jones?
Well, I can keep afloat.
That's really nice. I can swim real strong myself.
Well, let's see you do it.
Well, there's just one thing wrong. I swim so strong I keep going under the water.
You'd better stick to the land.
Oh, yes, sir. I'm okay with that.
Hey, somebody's coming, Mr. Jones.
Yeah, maybe somebody else wants a bath.
I reckon they do. They're coming towards us right now.
Uh-huh.
Hey, they're heading for our horses.
Hey, you.
You just stay right where you are so you don't get hurt.
Leave those horses alone.
He's shooting.
Yeah, we're gonna stay where we are.
That's more like it.
Come on, Ron, get both them horses.
We'll use this pair.
Sure, Ron.
Hand me them bridles.
Now you go get the gun.
Sure, Ron.
Hey, he's taking your gun, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah, I should have known.
Or get the boots, too.
The boots, that's what I said.
All the slow and down stuff.
Say, I don't know who you men are, but you'd better think this over.
This here is Mr. Dillon, the U.S. Marshal from Dodge.
Well, that's that now.
I'm real pleased to meet you, Marshal, and I am thinking it over real good.
Come on, Ron, let's do it.
They're getting away, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah, I know it, Chester.
We're not in a position to do much about it.
Strange corners.
I'm telling you the truth, Mr. Dillon.
I didn't never think we'd make it this far.
I saw folks who was mean in my time, but I ain't never saw nothing beat this.
Yeah.
Taking a man's beef, leaving him stranded right on the prairie.
Why, that ain't hardly human.
All right, all right, Chester.
What do you mean by all right?
All right, that's what I mean.
Well, there ain't nothing all right about it, having your stuff thrown like that.
Will you just quit talking about it, Chester?
Mr. Dillon, all I'm trying to do...
A whole day and a night of belly-icking ought to be enough for you.
Well, all right, Mr. Dillon, if you feel that way about it...
That's exactly the way I feel about it, Chester.
That's right.
Very well, sir.
Then I just won't talk to none at all.
Good.
Never.
I won't even mention how terrible bad cut out my feet are...
Chester.
...and slow up and...
Yes, sir.
Oh, it...
Mr. Dillon, couldn't we please sit and rest for a while?
Yeah, I guess we could.
All right.
Oh, I...
Oh...
Oh, man.
Mr. Dillon, do you hear that?
Yeah, I hear it.
You don't suppose it...
You don't suppose it could...
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir, it is.
It is dark!
Dark!
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
Wow, 511-6, Matt and Chester.
Hello, Doc.
Oh, Doc, you're a sight for sore eyes.
What... what's the matter with you two?
Berkped off your horses?
Will you give us a lift, Doc?
Well, if I ever saw a sire looking pair at you two.
Doc, we want a lift.
We may hear about these at the Long Branch...
Let me look at you.
Look.
Where are your boots?
Never mind, Doc. Just give us a lift, will you?
How long have you been walking?
A night and a day, Doc. And that's an awful long time.
Thank you. Let me see your feet.
I sure will.
Well, get in. Get in. What are we waiting for?
I think I'd better get you two up to my office right away.
Here you are, Matt. Here's some more hot water.
Thanks, Doc. It feels good.
Now, here's some for your chest up.
Thanks.
That's hot, Doc.
That's meant to be.
I tell you, I've never seen a pair of feet that beat these.
Suppose you quit talking about it and write it up on a medical paper instead.
Oh, I'm sorry, Matt. I guess you're just as soon not hearing more about it.
Yeah.
But you have no idea who did it.
I never saw them before.
Would you recognize them?
I'm not sure. The light wasn't very good. We weren't exactly close.
Well, I ain't never going to forget them. I can tell you that.
Trust me, when you spot them, you just let me know. That's all I ask.
Yes, sir, Mr. Young. I sure will do that.
Well, you both better hope you don't spot them. For a few days at least.
Oh, how's that?
You're not going to be able to do much walking.
Well, I can walk, Doc.
Not very much you can't. Those feet of yours are in bad shape.
And I'll just tell you something else.
Now what?
You're not going to be able to get your boots on for about a week.
What kind of a doctor are you?
I don't know what kind of a doctor I am, but I know one thing for sure.
I never had to walk home from any place without my boots.
Now listen, Doc, that's just about...
Now, won't you say you spill that water?
Ah, thanks, Sam.
Sure, Marsha.
Well, you must be feeling like yourself again, Matt.
How's that, Kelly?
Sitting here, having a drink like a human being.
You haven't snapped anybody's head off yet?
Well, I guess I haven't been too easy to have around.
Well, you're never easy, but this week you've been worse than usual.
Well, I'll say this for you, Kelly.
Man has a hard time getting a swell headed around here.
Why should you think you've thanked me?
I don't know why.
Well, it would be a shame if you couldn't get your hat on
now that you've just started being able to wear boots again.
Oh, that's very funny, Kelly.
Oh, sorry, Matt.
You're walking all right again now, aren't you?
Yeah, sure.
Well, I'm glad.
That was a terrible thing.
Yeah.
Well, I'll be...
Kelly.
Huh?
Excuse me a minute, will you?
Sure.
There's a man at the bar over there I want to see.
Excuse me?
I might be. I'll be back.
Want another drink, Marsha?
No, thanks, Sam. Not right now.
No, anytime.
You, young fellow.
Me?
Mm-hmm.
You're new in town, aren't you?
Just riding through.
Where you headed?
Well, I ain't decided.
Nice pair of boots you got there.
Yeah. Well, you see...
Little big for you, aren't they?
Oh, no, no, they ain't.
Why don't you walk over to the table in the back, huh?
I ain't gonna...
I said walk.
Well, sure, Marsha.
Sure.
Yeah, they're a little wobbly, all right.
Where'd you get them?
They was my pa's. Pa gave them to me.
They're mine, aren't they?
Well, now...
They're my boots and your name's Harv.
Yeah. Yeah, Marsha, you're right.
I'm glad you found out.
You weren't very anxious to help me find out.
Yes, I was. I was scared as all.
I was even thinking to come to see you.
This isn't my office.
Well, I figured maybe a couple of drinks and I wouldn't be so scared.
All right. Tell me the story.
I want to lead you to him, Marsha.
Oh? Who is he?
He's my brother, Ollie.
He told me if I'd help him with the holdup, I would never have to worry no more.
I see. And you're worrying?
He's run off from me.
With the money?
Boy, I don't care so much about the money.
The thing I can't abide is he run off with my girl.
Oh, do you know where they went?
Sure I do.
There's an old spread. My pa used to work in Texas.
That's where he's heading.
And you want me to go get him, huh?
Now, I sure do, Marsha.
He ain't got no right to my girl.
How about the money?
Well, like I say, I don't care too much about the money, Marsha.
Uh-huh.
Can we start today? They got an awful good start on us.
I'll let you know.
You stay around till you hear from me, huh?
Sure, but ain't we wasting time?
You just do what I say. Don't leave town.
All right, Marsha, if you say so.
I say so.
I brought the mail, Mr. Dillon.
No. Uh, thanks, Chester.
Didn't look like there's anything worth nothing in it.
Uh-huh.
Trickler and all.
Mr. Dillon?
Yeah?
I've been wondering something.
Yeah?
Yes, sir.
Well, I figure when I get to pondering like this,
I might just as well come right on out with it.
All right, Chester, come right on out with it.
What is it? What do you want? What is it?
I'll show you.
I've been wondering why we were just sitting here in Dara
instead of heading to Texas after that ollie bean like his brother wants.
Well, that's a long way to Texas, Chester.
Well, sure it is, but my guess is, Mr. Dillon, he's a holdup man, ain't he?
Well, we're not sure of that.
Not sure of that? He stole our horses and our guns and our boots, didn't he?
Yeah, he did that all right, but I'm not sure the government would think
I ought to ride all the way to Texas after your boots.
Well, but what about the holdup?
Well, that's just it. What about it?
What do you mean by that?
Well, I mean, we don't even know if there was a holdup
or maybe just trying to get us to go after ollie with it.
Well, but why would he make up a story like that?
Well, he could have done it to get even with ollie
for running off with his girl, couldn't he?
Well, yes, sir, you could be right about that, but...
Oh, hello, Miss Kitty.
Hello, Chester. Matt.
Hello, Kitty.
Is it time for me to take you to lunch already?
Oh, you don't sound very eager.
I just had breakfast.
Well, as a matter of fact, I came about something else.
Oh, how's that?
I was passing the telegraph office
and Mr. Hightower asked if I'd bring this to you.
Oh.
Here you are.
Thank you.
Ah.
Good news?
Well, Chester may think so.
How's that, Mr. Don?
We can take that trip to Texas if you've been so anxious for it.
That so?
The Bane brothers not only pulled a stage holdup,
but they killed a man while they were at it.
All right, come on.
You're right, Mr. Don.
Texas is an awful long way from anything.
Yeah, but it's better riding than walking, isn't it?
Oh, yes, sir. It surely is that.
Well, I reckon that was a pretty mean trick,
taking your boots away like that.
Pretty mean?
A man that'd think up something like that
is no more than a cannibal.
It was Ollie's idea.
Then I don't think much of your brother.
I didn't think much of him anyway, of course, but...
Oh, Ollie's a mean man.
Why did you put in with him, then, Hark?
You talking about the holdup?
Mm-hmm.
Well, I reckon it don't make no sense no more, Marshall,
but it was the first time Ollie ever treated me
like I was worth anything.
Oh.
Yeah, he beat me and he cuffed me all the time
when I was growing up.
He never had no use for me.
I shouldn't think you'd have had any use for him, either.
He was big and strong, Marshall.
Yeah, Ollie could do about anything.
I guess when he asked me to help with the holdup,
I guess I figured he was getting some use from me.
Uh-huh.
But he didn't, Marshall.
As soon as he didn't need me no more,
he ran off with my girl.
Oh, he's a mean father, Ollie.
We'll get him, won't we, Marshall?
Yeah, I expect we'll get him.
That's good.
Not gonna be so good for you, though, Hark.
He'll want you for the holdup and the killing also.
I know it, Marshall.
You'd have been smarter to make a run for it by yourself
instead of ever coming near Dodge.
Well, I wanted you to get him.
And I'm gonna try.
It ain't right for a man to run off with his brother's girl.
From what you said, we must be getting pretty close.
That's right, Marshall.
See them trees over there?
Yeah.
And the place is just behind them.
All right, we'll ride up to them
and look it over from there.
Yes, sir.
See?
The shack is right over there.
Yeah.
We'll leave the horses here.
Take care of them while you're at test.
Yes, sir.
I will.
Come on.
I'm going up there, Marshall.
That might not be too smart, Hark.
I just want to go and get my girl before the shooting starts.
Man has a right to do that.
Yeah, I guess he has it, that.
All right, go ahead.
Thanks, Marshall.
Wait a minute.
What's the matter?
I want you to remember something.
If you don't come right out, I'll have to come in after you.
Sure, I know that.
I'll come right back.
I can see you, Hark.
I come for Molly.
Well, go on back.
She's mine.
Not no more.
She ain't gone, Hark.
Oh, you better be, then, while you still got a horse.
I'm coming to get her.
I warn you, Hark, go on back.
I'm coming on.
Don't.
He shot that boy.
Cover me.
I'm going up there.
He'll shoot you, too.
I'll stick close to the trees and I'll cover me.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Dillon?
It's all right, Chester.
That shot was in the shack.
Mr. Dillon, look.
That's a woman coming out.
Yeah, I see her.
Come on.
You can take this gun now.
You fired that shot?
I killed Ollie.
I never shot a gun before, but I killed Ollie.
Take a look, Chester.
Yes, sir.
He's dead, Mr. Dillon.
Check the other one, will you?
Yes, sir.
You don't have to look, Marshal.
I know right away when Hob died.
Yes, ma'am, I guess you did.
She's right, Mr. Dillon.
Men don't have no right to shoot his brother.
No, he doesn't.
Men don't have no right to run off with a woman, neither.
And beat her and be mean to her.
No, ma'am.
But mostly, a man don't have no right to shoot his brother.
You should have let the Lord take care of it, ma'am.
No, Marshal.
I owed it to Hob.
He wouldn't have expected it.
I could have helped him before, and I didn't.
I thought it was smart to come with Ollie.
Ollie, he wasn't fit to shine Hob's bolts.
No, Marshal.
I owed it to Hob, whatever it cost.
Well, ma'am, I...
I just hope it doesn't cost too much.
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Gun Smoke, produced and directed in Hollywood by Norman McDonald,
stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.
The story was specially written for Gun Smoke by Marion Clark,
with editorial supervision by John Meston.
Featured in the cast were Sam Edwards, Gene Bates, and Lawrence Dobkin.
Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
This is George Walsh inviting you to join us again next week when CBS Radio presents another story of the Western frontier,
when Matt Dillon, Chester Proudfoot, Doc, and Kitty, together with all the other hard-living citizens of Dodge, will be with you once more.
It's America growing west in the 1870s. It's Gun Smoke.