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Around Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers
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Gunsmoke, the story of the violence that moved west with young America.
The story of a man who moved with it, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal.
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And now, Gunsmoke, starring William Conrad.
I got the mail, Mr. Dillon.
Ah, that looks like official stuff, Chester.
Yes, it is.
All for you.
Every bit of it.
What?
What are you expecting a letter?
Oh, no sir.
If I ever got a letter, it'd just mean trouble of some kind.
Well, that's what my mail usually means.
Yeah, not this time though.
No new wanted notices?
Yeah, not a one.
Looks like all the bad men have had a change of heart.
Sure does.
There hasn't been a reward posted for anybody in over a month.
Not that we know of, anyway.
Is it Mr. Dillon?
Hmm?
I think I'll go see if there's any beer left over at the Alphaganza.
You join me?
No thanks, Chester.
Okay, sir.
I'll see you later.
Yeah, sure.
Hey, mister.
Well, hello.
Tell me, is it all right to sign my horse here?
Of course it is.
Well, sometimes they don't like strangers being too bold.
Well, there's mostly strangers in Dodge.
It's a pretty big town.
I've heard a lot about Dodge.
Good or bad?
Bad, mostly.
No offense to you, mister.
Well, I don't own Dodge.
I'll buy you a beer.
Well, I was just going in to Alphaganza here.
You know, a fellow feels funny when he don't know nobody in the place.
Oh, I've been that way many a time.
Where are you from, anyway?
Colorado territory.
A lot of country out there.
Sure is.
Bartender?
Wait a minute.
Sure.
Hello, Chester.
Hello, Sam.
Now, what'll it be, stranger?
We'd like two beers, please.
You must be buying.
Yeah, I am.
Why?
Well, you don't look like you got any more than the price of two beers on you.
Oh, don't mind Sam, mister.
We get spells like this.
That's all right.
It's all right, he says.
And if it wasn't all right...
Oh, leave him alone, Sam.
Well, I hate these saddle bums that ride a hundred miles to a fine saloon and then order
a glass of beer.
One thing I'll say for the Texans, they may cause a little trouble now and then, but they
drink right.
Well, I don't take whiskey myself, but I'll buy you one, mister.
Oh, beer's good enough for me.
Sam, you stay up too late nights.
It sours you.
It didn't sire anybody.
Waiting on a lot of riffraff.
Hey, Sam.
Sam, you better take it easy how you call this fella.
I had, huh?
You sure had.
You know who this is.
Why do I care who he is?
You're a Lou Madeleine, ain't you, mister?
Lou Madeleine?
Why, sure it is.
I seen him three months ago over at Colorado at La Honda.
He was right across the street and he just shot two men.
Fastest thing ever happened.
I'd sure hate to dangle with him.
You a really Lou Madeleine, mister?
I seen you right at the start, Madeleine.
That day at La Honda, you sure built yourself a reputation since then.
Oh, yeah, I've heard talk about you.
You don't look like a gunman, though.
You don't act like one, neither.
Well, they always said he was real soft-talking and polite like.
I'm proud to know you, Madeleine.
My name is Casey.
How do you do, Mr. Casey?
Mr. Casey.
Imagine Lou Madeleine calling me Mr. Casey.
Say, I sure would like to buy you a drink.
No, wait a minute, Casey.
I sort of owe this man an apology.
The drinks will be on the house, okay?
Where?
That's kind of you, bartender.
Sure, sure.
I just want you to feel welcome here, anytime.
Mr. Madeleine, how come you're wearing your gun in the holster now?
I just heard you carried it loose in your belt.
I can handle it both ways.
Maybe you thought people wouldn't recognize you so fast wearing it different.
It kind of marks a man right off carrying his gun in his belt.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess it does.
Say, I'm sure proud to know you.
I never got real acquainted with a man of your breed before.
My pleasure.
Why, you sure are polite, Mr. Madeleine.
No need to be otherwise, I figure.
Well, one thing, you make a lot of friends mighty fast.
But, and I guess that's easy for a man like you.
Sometimes.
Sometimes it is.
Well, let's move over to the table, gentlemen.
We'll have our beer there.
Sam.
Sam, Mr. Madeleine wants the drinks brought to the table.
You bet.
Be right there.
Mr. Madeleine?
Yeah, what is it, Chester?
Say, I've been looking all over for you.
Oh, trouble?
No, sir, but there sure could be.
Did you ever hear of Lou Madeleine?
Is he in town?
Yes, sir, he was right in the alafagans there about an hour ago.
I had a beer with him.
Well, what's he doing in Dodge?
You find that out?
Well, he didn't say, Mr. Madeleine, but he is about the nicest, politest fellow you ever
met.
All I've heard about him is he started killing people a few months ago up in Colorado territory.
Yes, sir, he's a gunman, all right.
Casey saw him in a fight in La Honda.
He's with him right now.
Casey's a fool, Chester.
Don't you be.
No, sir.
I've never met anybody like him.
Oh, he's so quiet and easygoing.
Sure.
I think I'll have a talk with him, Chester.
Come on.
Say, you think he's here looking for trouble, Mr. Dillon?
Man like that's always looking for trouble.
Well, yes, sir, I guess that's true, all right.
That's him.
He's sitting right over there with Casey.
I've got three more days here in town.
And before I quit La Honda, I said to him, I want to know sure that...
Hello there, Marshal.
I guess Chester told you who this is, huh?
This here's Lou Madeleine, Marshal.
Hello, Madeleine.
The greatest gunman in Colorado territory since Clay Allison went to New Mexico.
Yeah.
I've heard a little about you, Madeleine.
Pretty new at this game, aren't you?
Yes, sir.
Pretty new.
Casey didn't mention it, but my name's Dillon.
I'm the U.S. Marshal.
I represent the law in Dodge.
Glad to know you, Marshal Dillon.
Are you planning to stay here long?
Well, I don't make plans much, Marshal.
I thought maybe you were here for some reason.
Oh, no.
No reason?
None I can think of, anyway.
I see.
If I'd hate to be in your shoes, you'd try to run Lou Madeleine out of Dodge, Marshal.
I told Chester that you're a fool, Casey.
Now I'm telling you, Dillon's a friend of mine.
You better talk easy to me.
Shut up, Casey.
Madeleine, this is just what I came to tell you.
Trouble breeds around a man like you.
Somehow it can't be helped.
I'm hired to keep trouble out of Dodge.
Don't worry about me, Marshal.
I'm not worried about you.
No, sir.
Ain't nobody gonna take Lou Madeleine.
Yes, there is.
No matter how good he is, somebody will kill him one day.
That always happens sooner or later.
You may be, Marshal.
Maybe if he starts any trouble.
There's nothing to worry about, Marshal.
Don't you tell him a man like you ain't afraid of him, Madeleine.
Tell him.
I think he knows that.
Don't you, Marshal?
I'm an old hand at this game, Madeleine.
You're new.
But if you live long enough, you'll find out that being afraid isn't what counts.
No?
Well, what does?
Worrying about it.
The way you're worrying right now.
I have a feeling you've been plain lucky so far, Madeleine.
But don't count on it lasting.
I know what I'm doing, Marshal.
What are you doing in Dodge, Madeleine?
I wanted to see the town.
Isn't that all right?
Yeah, that's all right.
But the first sign of trouble and you're through here.
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Now back to Gunsmoke.
I'd seen a lot of gunmen and killers in my time and some of them were mighty peculiar
people.
But the strangest I'd ever run across was Blue Madolin.
It wasn't his quiet, polite manner that bothered me, but the feeling I got that he wasn't very
sure of himself or of what he was doing.
I didn't see him again that day or the next until a long toward evening.
I was sitting in Doc's office when Chester came up and told me he'd heard Ab Fisher was
in town.
I'd known Fisher some years back and I had heard a lot about him since.
So I set out at once to find him.
Having one gunman around was bad enough, but having two meant certain trouble.
You're going to look in the Texas Trail, Mr. Dillon?
I might as well try it first as close as I can.
Yes, sir.
Oh, why does everything have to happen at once?
Nothing's happened yet, Chester.
See him?
No.
How about those Blue Madolin over there?
Why, he's sitting with Miss Kitty, Mr. Dillon.
They are.
Stay here, Chester, and keep your eyes open.
Aye, sir.
And then they tell us.
Kitty, I'll tell you what I'll do.
Oh, hello, man.
Hello, Kitty.
Madolin.
Pull up a chair, Marshal.
Oh, thank you.
You look worried about something, Matt.
Maybe it's because I'm sitting with his girl.
You're sitting with me because you got the price of a drink, mister.
That's not very nice of you, Kitty.
Never mind, Madolin.
Tell me, do you know Ab Fisher?
Ab Fisher?
No, I don't, Marshal.
Ever heard of him?
Never even heard of him.
Good.
So long.
Good-bye.
He's so worried about something.
I know he is.
Ah, don't pay any attention to him, Kitty.
Have another drink.
Where'd you get all the money?
You didn't have much last night.
Casey over there lent me some, till mine gets here.
I've heard that story before, too.
Who's this?
Never saw him before.
So you're Lou Madolin.
Who are you?
Ab Fisher.
Oh, I'm beginning to understand this.
You gentlemen will excuse me.
What do you want, Fisher?
You told me you were in town.
You thought I'd like to meet you.
Oh, well, I'm glad to know you.
I heard about you in Denver.
Oh, sure, sure.
They say you're pretty fast.
Yeah, I guess I am.
Madolin, it makes me uncomfortable to be around a man who thinks he's better than I am.
Don't feel that way.
Here, I'll buy you a drink.
Put your money on the table.
All right.
There it is.
And there's mine.
I don't understand.
One of us gets four drinks.
The one that lives.
What?
Draw, Madolin.
Go on, draw.
No, wait, listen.
And I will.
You killed him.
You killed Lou Madolin.
Yeah, did you?
But he didn't even draw.
He never even tried.
He had his chance.
If he lives, I'll give him another one, anytime.
Right now, I'm going to have me four quick drinks.
Hold it, Ab.
Matt Dillon.
Well, so it is.
Don't try anything.
Why should I, Matt?
You're under arrest, Ab.
What for?
For killing Lou Madolin.
They say you drew first.
He was kind of pokey about it, and I had to.
But you can't arrest me, Matt.
It's murder, Ab.
I guess you haven't heard.
Lou Madolin's got a price on his head.
He wanted in Denver for his shooting a few citizens while he was robbing a bank.
They're alive, Matt.
I'll get $1,000 for this.
Is that true?
Yeah, it's true.
You're no good anymore, Ab, but at least you never tried to lie your way out of anything I know of.
If it wasn't true, Matt, I'd have tried to shoot you.
I'll telegraph about it.
But meanwhile, you'll have to sleep in jail.
Sure, Matt.
Save me the price of a room.
Now, Casey, don't stand there.
Get Madolin over to Doc's.
Here it is, Mr. Dillon.
They finally answered your telegraph, and Ab Fisher's right.
$1,000 for Lou Madolin dead or alive, and it's signed by the sheriff up in Denver.
Will I tell Fisher about it?
No, let him wait a while.
He isn't worried anyway.
I'm going to go up to Doc's and see if Madolin's still alive.
Yes, sir.
How is he, Doc?
Oh, oh, well, he's alive, Matt, but not for long.
Can he talk?
Oh, he can talk all right, but when he goes, he'll go fast.
There's nothing more I can do for him.
Where have you got him, in the back room?
I thought he'd be quiet in there.
Come in with me, Doc.
Sure, man, sure.
Marshal Dillon's here, Madolin.
Hello, Marshal.
How you feeling, Madolin?
Poorly.
I ain't going to make it, Marshal.
That fellow shot me up bad.
Yeah.
Uh, Madolin, I want to ask you something about last night.
Oh, then you find out.
No, I haven't found out, but maybe you'll tell me.
Why didn't you draw on Ab Fisher?
I, I was too scared, like you said.
I tried to tell him about everything, but he shot me before I could talk.
And that doesn't make sense.
How could you have killed all the men they say you have, acting the way you do?
Marshal, I never killed a man in my life.
What?
No, sir.
I'm just a poor cowboy.
I got fired my last job, and I thought maybe I'd find something to do around here.
What are you talking about?
It's the truth.
I ran into them fellows at the bar.
They thought I was a big gunman.
And they gave me a lot of respect, Marshal.
I never had no respect before.
From nobody.
Oh.
Our love.
What is your name?
Coots.
Dubby Coots.
Eh, Dubby Coots.
I thought something was wrong.
Guess I, I look like that new Madeleine, don't I?
You're full Casey anyway.
But I sure couldn't act like them.
I'm in bad shape, Marshal.
I'm sorry, Coots.
It's all right.
First time in my life I got me respect.
But I first...
He's dead, Matt.
Dubby Coots, huh?
Poor devil.
Yes, it's kind of sad, Matt.
Yeah.
It's going to be kind of sad for Ab Fisher, too.
Now I've got to go tell him that he killed an innocent man.
Then he'll probably hang for it.
He's going to be mighty disappointed.
In just a moment we'll tell you about next week's adventure on Gunsmoke.
If you want to be a real good scout, Mom, tell you what to do.
See that your whole tribe sits down to post-toasties for breakfast in the morning.
What a way to start the day for every big and little Indian in your wigwam.
You see, post-toasties are heap good corn flakes.
Spankin' fresh, crisp, with that sweet kernel corn flavor toasted right in.
It's a feather in your cap to serve them.
Sure, because post-toasties are not only the best thing that's happened to corn since the Indians discovered it.
Post-toasties are the best thing that ever happened to breakfast.
And say, if you want to make a good thing even better, add your favorite fruit to that bowl full of post-toasties, sugar, and milk.
Mmm, it's mighty delicious nourishment.
Get post-toasties, the heap good corn flakes, next time you shop.
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 John Mespin, with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Featured in the cast were Vic Parent, Lauren Stobkin, Harry Bartel, and Herb Ellis.
Harley Bear as Chester, Howard McNear as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Kitty. Ken Peters speaking.
Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal, fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in
Gunsmoke.
Listen next week at this time when Gunsmoke will be brought to you by post-toasties, the heap good corn flakes.