Around dark city and in the territory on west there's just one way to handle the killers
and the spoilers and that's with the US Marshal and the smell of Gunsmoke.
Gunsmoke starring William Conrad. This story of the violence that moved west with young
America. The story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal.
Mr. Dillon, could I get you some more coffee? Yeah, I guess so. How about you Chester?
Yes sir, I believe it will. Why don't you just leave the coffee pot here on the table
Miss Keller. Why sure thing Marshal. I got some fresh eggs this morning if you're interested
they were just brought in. Well good, good. Cook us up about a half a dozen of them. Have
them for you right away Mr. Dillon. Fresh eggs, my. I'll swear if Delmonico ain't getting
to be about as fancy as some of them Kansas City restaurants. Well that's civilization
Chester, progress. Another five years and Dodge City will be tame, curried and bridal.
Ha, scene's believing Mr. Dillon, you'll see it. Both of us will see it. That is if
we live that long. Yeah, I beg your pardon gentlemen. You Mr. Dillon, the Marshal here?
Ah yes, that's right. Well I'm sorry to bother you at breakfast Marshal. My name is Hunter,
Ed Hunter. Mr. Hunter. I'm a Deputy Sheriff from Richmond, Virginia. Come in on a Saturday
fee this morning. I see, well why don't you pull up a chair Mr. Hunter. Thank you sir.
Chester Proudfoot, Mr. Hunter. How do you do? How do you do sir? Here's my first trip to
the frontier. I find it a rather remarkable experience. I can't imagine. Won't you have
some coffee? I know thank you. Marshal, I'm here to arrest two men who were wanted in
Virginia. No? Here are the warrants and the orders of extradition I stopped off for them
in Topeka. Uh huh. John Allison, Calvin Moore. Both wanted for murder huh? Hey, do you know
these men Mr. Hunter? No sir I don't. Well the names aren't familiar to me. I never heard
of them. Have you at Chester? No sir Mr. Dillon. Well I have some information that may help.
Not much on Allison I'm afraid. He shot and killed a bank teller at Greenbry last spring.
Oh? He's about 30 years old, dark hair and mustache, medium build, an excellent horseman
and a confirmed gambler. Well that's fine. That narrows it down to about two thirds of
the men in Todd City. Well possibly I can do a bit better in regard to Calvin Moore Mr.
Dillon. Now he came down to Richmond from the north and set up practice as a medical doctor.
He was about 29 at the time and he ambushed and shot young Roger Beauregard and then left
town. That was 17 years ago. Beauregard's been trying to trace him ever since. Well I'm
afraid that's a pretty long time. Well I have a picture of Moore photographed. Oh? Of course
he was much younger than this. Oh sometimes there's still quite a resemblance even after
17. Something familiar about that picture Mr. Dillon? 17 years. He must be somewhere
past 45 now. Are you sure that these men are here in Dodge Mr. Hunter? Reasonably so. Is
there something about that photograph that makes you... Well it's too blurred to tell
much about it besides he'd be 17 years older now. That's true. I tell you what Mr. Hunter
suppose you leave the picture and the description with me and I'll check around town and I'll
keep in touch with you. Thank you sir. Oh I wonder if you might suggest a good hotel.
Certainly why don't you try the Dodge house. It's a corner of Railroad Avenue at the end
of the Plaza of the East End. Tell the deacon I sent you. Thank you again Mr. Dillon. I'll
be grateful for any help you can give me in this matter. Yeah sure. So long. You want
to see the photograph Chester? Yes sir I do. From Mr. Dillon that is. That is. Yeah. What
are you going to do Mr. Dillon? I don't know Chester. He's my friend. I never asked him
anything about his life before he came here. Didn't seem to matter. But now the law says
he's a murderer and I'm part of the law. So now it does matter. Maybe it's not him. No
it's him all right Chester. You saw it same as I did. It's Doc.
Work, work, work, work. This is the first chance I've had this week to clean a few instruments
properly. Gunshot wounds. I'll lay odds I'm the only doctor in the United States who makes
three-fourths of us living off of gunshot wounds. That's a rough country Doc. Yes indeed
it's a rough country. Maybe you ought to have stayed back East. You see broken bones, babies
and gunshot wounds. Why I wouldn't know the first thing about a good civilized case of
gout anymore. What part of the East did you come from? I went to medical school in Boston.
I studied consumption, colic, liver complaints. Never had a case of liver complaint in all
the time I've been here though. Now I guess that kind of thing is more common down south
around Richmond Virginia for instance. Stop beating around the bush. You've got something
on your mind and it's bothering you. Look Doc a deputy sheriff from Virginia came in
on the morning train. He's got a warrant for murder against a man named Calvin Moore. He's
got a photograph of Moore taken 17 years ago. Would you like to look at it? All things are
taken from us and become portions and parcels of the dreadful past. Are you Calvin Moore?
It wasn't murder Matt. They said it was murder of course. The Beauregardes were an important
family. Would you like to tell me about it? Oh not much to tell Matt. I had been in practice
in Richmond about a year. There was a girl, beautiful girl. The spirit and fire and that
soft radiance that only southern girls seem to have. Oh me that was so long ago. I better
myself myself now. Roger Beauregard and I were both caught in this girl. He was a typical
Virginia gentleman, hot-headed, used to have in his own way. He started threatening me,
warning me. I laughed it off. Then one day I was coming back from a case and I ran into
Roger on the country road. He had a pair of dueling pistols. He challenged me. What? Well
that's not a crime doc. That's self-defense. It's not a crime here anyway. Well I tried
to talk him out of it but he was crazy mad. He shoved one of the pistols in my hand and
he pulled back on his horse and he leveled his gun. I had no choice. We both fired. He
missed. I didn't. Self-defense yes but there were no witnesses and I was an outsider, a
Yankee. So you ran for it, is that it? I ran for it. St. Louis, Virginia City, Montana
territory, the Panhandle, Wichita, Abilene and Dodge. I changed my name to Charles Adams.
The girl, doc. What happened to her? I waited for her in St. Louis. We were married there.
Two months later she died of typhoid fever. Hell you never know. No matter how much you
figure you understand somebody, you just quite never know. I can't go back there, Matt. I've
got no defense. I mean prisoner. I'd rot in prison. I won't go back now. No, doc. Look,
Hunter is here after two prisoners. I got no right to my own rules to go after one man
and keep the other one covered. I always figured that the only kind of law that would work
out here is an honest law. What are you going to do? Doc, I don't know. You're late, Matt.
I decided you weren't going to stop in tonight. Is Chester around, kid? Yeah, over there by
the ferro table. Matt, what about this Virginian who's been hanging around for the last two
days? Oh, Hunter? Yeah. He's a deputy sheriff. Got a couple of warrants to serve. Why? Well,
he's been asking questions. Some of the boys are getting a little skittish. There's no
call for it as long as they're not named Allison or Moore. Are you free now, Miss Kitty, or
are you busy? What's it look like? I figured maybe it was just killing time. Hiya, Marshal.
Bunko? I bought you a drink, Kitty. It's over on the bar. All right. Thanks. Matt, I'll
be off in a couple of hours. Drop her off. Yeah. Yeah, maybe. I understand you've got
a rival lawman in town, Marshal. Well, there's a deputy here from Virginia, if that's what
you mean. I always figured you were the law here. Is he short, Miss Town Marshal? Say
the word, we'll run him out. I ever ask you for help, Bunko? Well, no. When a man's shortened,
Dodge, I'll run him out. No offense, Marshal. You keep your own cinch tight. Don't worry
about anybody else, huh? I'll see you, Bunko. I swear I never saw anybody such bad luck in
all my life. My gracious, he ought to swear I'll feral and stick this dud. Oh, Chester,
the old Jethro Keener, he just lost three weeks' pay, and Bunko Benson sitting right
there beside him, mind you, picked up $230. So that's why he's feeling big. Come on, Chester,
let's take a walk. Yes, sir. Three weeks' pay. Mercy, I never saw such luck. What about
Doc, Chester? He turned in a couple of hours ago. That's when I came on over here. How's
he acting? About as usual. No signs of planning to run out, if that's what you mean, Mr. Dillon.
One thing he's doing, though, that he's never done before, he's toting a gun. Well, good
evening, Marshal. Oh, hello, Mr. Hunter. Since you didn't come to me, Mr. Dillon, I've come
to you. I'm wondering what progress you've made. Well, I'm still checking. Any results
at all, Marshal? Well, I don't have much to go on, you know. Now, Calvin Moore was a doctor
by profession. He might still be practicing. I suggest we investigate the local doctors.
Well, that wouldn't take long. We've only got one, Doc Adams. How long has he been here?
Oh, about four years. How old a man is he? Late 40s, I imagine. But he doesn't show much
resemblance to that photograph you gave me. Well, maybe you're too used to him to notice
the resemblance. Yeah, maybe. I'd like to look him over myself, Walter. Well, he's pretty
busy out on calls most of the time, and... Not all the time. No, not all the time. All
right, Mr. Hunter. I'll bring him around. That's funny, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, he should
have answered by now. Well, we're wasting our time, Chester. He's gone. Well, now, he
might have got called out on the case. Yeah, I know, but I don't... Hey, what... That was
across the plaza down toward the Dodge house. Come on, Chester. Somebody sure is stirring
up smoke. Yeah, it's across the street, edge of the railroad yards, I think.
Is that you, Marshal? Yeah. What happened, Mr. Hunter? Somebody tried to kill me. I started
into the hotel and they fired from the dock here. I fired back, but he got away. You,
uh, get a good look at him? Oh, no, I just saw the flashes. Now, this is an easy time
to get killed in, Mr. Hunter. So it seems. About that doctor, Marshal, you didn't bring
him around. Well, uh, he's out on call. I think I want to meet him more than ever now.
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What time is it, Chester? Uh, 2 15 a.m., Mr. Dillon. I sure hope we don't have to spend
the whole night waiting here. I don't see how Doc puts up with the smell of all this
medicine. He's used to it, I guess. Yeah. I suppose a man can get used to anything except
dying. You think it could have been him that fired those shots, Mr. Dillon? Chester.
There's somebody coming. I'll get it. Doc, I've got... Marshal. Come on in, Bunko. Doc's
not here, but he'll probably be... What happened to your arm? I got thrown into a bob while
I was fencing. Here, let's have a look at it. No, no, no, no. It's all right. It's a gunshot
wound. All right. Hold it. Both of you. Well, is that the same gun you tried to kill the
hunter with, Bunko? Stay where you are, Marshal. Yeah. Around 30 years old, dark hair, mustache,
medium build, excellent horseman, confirmed gambler. Warned from John Allison. Alias Bunko
Benson. Am I right, Bunko? Please not take me back there. You stay where you are, Dillon.
Don't be a fool, Bunko. Put away the gun. Stay back. I'm warning you. Bunko, look!
All right, Chester, let's get him over to the jail. Just hold still now, Bunko. Just
one more second. I'll hold that bullet now and then we'll... Add that one to your collection,
Matt. I'll make Hunter a present of it. It wasn't bad shooting to be firing in the dark
at a gun flesh. He'll never get me back to Virginia. Now hold still, Bunko. Don't expect
a man to tie a bandage with your arm waving around like a mare's tail in fly time. See,
how'd you know he'd come to my office, Matt? I didn't, Doc. We were waiting for you. There
we are. No, no, no. That ought to stop the bleeding. And don't loosen it up any. And
you'll live to hang yet. Don't worry about my hanging, Doc. I'll outlive you. Well, in
view of the circumstances, I'd say the odds are about even. Well, Matt, shall we adjourn
to the front office? Yeah, come on, Doc. Lock the cell, will you, Chester? Yes, sir. Well,
I turned in at 10 o'clock tonight. I got one hour's sleep. They called me over to Mrs.
B. Hands. She thought her baby was on the way. False alarm, of course. Usually is the first
time. And I got back and I came straight over here. Doc, you were wearing a gun earlier
today. What'd you do with it? Oh, I put it back in the drawer where it belongs. I realized
I was acting like a fool. Was that where you were waiting in my office? Somebody tried
to kill Hunter and you thought... Look, Doc, I've tried to think of some way out of this.
A way out for both of us. I got one man under arrest back there now and I can't rightly set
myself up as a judge and free the other man. I'd even hoped you'd cut and run for it. You'd
get away if you did, you know. Hunter doesn't know their country. I've been running for 17
years, Matt, and it's still caught up with me. I'm too old to run any farther. What are
you gonna do? I'm a lawman, Doc, right or wrong. Well, then I guess I'm under arrest.
No, I didn't say that. I just said that... Is Doc here? Oh, there you are, Doc. Yes,
yes. What's the trouble? A fellow over in the railroad yard. He's asleep on the track.
He was drunk, I guess. They were switching cars. You better come, Doc. He's awful bad.
I got two landers, Mr. Dillon. That ought to be enough. Good, Chester. You're ready,
Doc. I'm ready as I ever been. All right, let's go. He's sitting near the loading pens
down this way, I guess. Yes, sir. It looks like some lights over there. People around.
Marshall, is that you? Yeah. Oh, Hunter, I thought you went to bed hours ago. I'm a
light sleeper, Mr. Dillon. I heard there's an accident over in the yard. I thought it
might give me a chance to meet your local doctor. Well, I guess you can meet him right now if
you want to. Doc, this is Ed Hunter, Doc Adams. How do you do, sir? Mr. Hunter. I got one
of your prisoners locked up, Mr. Hunter, John Allison. Known here as Bunko Benson. Good.
I just found out he's the man who tried to kill you tonight. He caught one of your bullets
in his arm. Oh, I see. Why, then it's one down and one to go. It's Calvin Moore. Dr.
Calvin Moore. This is no time to stand around making chen music. I'm sorry, Hunter.
That's quite all right, Marshall. I'll go with you.
Will you pardon us, please? All right. Will you move back and let us through here, please?
Here, here, Doc, this way. Yeah, I'm right with you, Matt.
Uh, please stand back now, will you? Give Doc a chance to work.
Yes, please, if you please, just stand back. Oh, bad is right. Well, we'll do what we can.
Come on. That man who's hurt, Marshall, who is he?
Oh, just a drifter. Been around Dodge a couple of years. Calls himself Texas Joe. No friends
or family. Nobody knows where he came from. It's the usual story.
I'll use you now, Tex. We'll have you fixed up here in just a couple of shakes.
Is... is that you, Doc? Yeah, that's right.
I told him, get you, be all right if you got here.
Why, sure, I'll be all right. You just lie still now.
Yeah. Certainly has to work under primitive conditions.
Doc? Yeah.
Uh, Chester, will you get those lanterns going and give Doc some more light?
Yes, Mr. Dean. Yeah, he's the only real doctor
this side of Abilene. Mr. Dillon, is there anything I can do to help?
I guess not, Miss Kelly. Thanks anyway. Poor old Tex. Why, he stopped in the restaurant
not more than four hours ago. I fixed him a meal.
Now, you never know. Well, Doc can pull him through if anybody can.
Sure he can. Put one of those lanterns on the other side there, Chester.
Yes, sir, Doc. He seemed to have a lot of faith in Miss Dr. Adams.
They've got reason to, Mr. Hunter. Uh, Matt, could you give me a hand here?
Oh, yeah, yeah, sure, Doc. Lift his head up just a little bit there, Matt.
Yeah, all right. Not much of a chance. All I can do is make him comfortable.
Marshal Dillon. Now, don't try to talk, Tex. You're gonna be all right.
You, you've been decent to me, Marshal. Just a bum, but you treated me square.
You and Doc, only friends I got. Sure, Tex.
I, I got one more favor to ask. Could someone, could someone read me some scripture?
Well, Tex, I, I just don't recall any until...
Marshal, I, I know some. Uh, Mrs. Kelly, I, I doubt if you could...
I, I can hear. Please.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures.
He leadeth me beside the still waters. Mrs. Kelly.
He restoreth my soul. Mrs. Kelly.
He, uh, I think that's enough. Uh, poor soul. Poor soul.
Well, you can't win them all, I guess. No, you can't win them all, Doc.
Well, I...
Doctor, as the only physician here, I suppose you also function as coroner.
That's right. This man will be buried under the name of Texas Joe.
Hey, don't you worry about that. Boot Hill is full of men buried under nicknames.
In this country, we... Doc, Doc, I just came back.
What, Kitty? Oh, uh, Doc, I, I've been sitting up with Mrs. Bay and you left too soon.
She needs you over there right away. Well, then it wasn't a false alarm.
No. All right, Kitty,
I'll be there just as quick as I can, but... Well, as soon as I...
Uh, Kitty, you go on back over and do what you can for her.
Doc will be along. All right, Matt.
You'd better hurry. Well, Mr. Hunter, I, uh...
Gentlemen, this seems to have been my lucky night.
Both my fugitives located within an hour of each other.
I guess there's nothing I can do... One of them was safely in jail and one of them dead.
What? Didn't you notice the resemblance,
Marshal? That Texas Joe there, he's obviously the man in the photograph.
I saw it immediately. Well, Mr. Hunter...
I hope you'll take all the necessary steps to see that he's buried under his real name, Calvin Moore.
His death, of course, closes the case, and I'll be leaving for Virginia with my other prisoner tomorrow.
Well, Mr. Hunter, I... I just don't know what to say.
Well, now, I'd say it's no time to stand around making chin music, Dr. Adams.
You have a patient waiting in this town, seems to depend on you.
Well, of course, but... Hey, you got work to do, Doc.
And, uh, Doc, make sure it's a boy. Well, I'll, uh...
I'll do my don't-just, Matt. Yeah. Well, good night, gentlemen.
Good night, Doc. Good night, Doc.
Gunsmoke, under the direction of Norman MacDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.
Tonight's story was specially written for Gunsmoke by Les Crutchfield,
with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Featured in the cast were Lawrence Dobkin, Lou Krugman, Paul Dubov, and Vivi Janis.
Parley Bear as Chester, Howard McNear as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Kitty.
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