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Gunsmoke starring William Conrad, the transcribed 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.
That's a chancy job that makes a man watchful and a little lonely.
Mr. Dillon, I wonder what Dodge would be like if there wasn't always a crowd moving up
and down front streets.
Huh?
Just look at them.
Everybody going somewheres.
Well, there are a lot of them that aren't going anywhere at all, Chester.
Just drifting.
Yes, sir, I guess you're right at that, Mr. Dillon.
I know when I first came to Dodge, I sure didn't have nothing in mind.
At least I was working for a U.S. Marshal like you.
Oh, you must have had some reason to come here, Chester.
Well, a backwards-like reason, maybe.
Huh?
What do you mean?
Well, it's like it wasn't to come here as much as it was to leave there.
What?
I say it's like it wasn't to come here as much as it was to leave there.
Oh, you mean Texas?
Yes, sir.
Why?
Mr. Dillon, Texas is mostly populated by my family.
I got relatives, thick and thin relatives, all over Texas.
Oh, what's wrong with that?
Why, it's like having somebody looking over your shoulder all the while.
It makes man spooky.
Well, sir, I choose to do my sin in where nobody don't know me.
Hello, Matt and Chester.
Ah, hiya, Doc.
What are you headed for, Doc?
No place, Matt.
I'm just walking around.
Now, you see, Chester, see what I mean?
Yes, sir.
Well, now, what's the matter with just walking around?
Does a man have to be going someplace every minute?
Anyway, you're a fine pair to be criticizing people.
Sitting here like a couple of fat horny toads in the sun.
Now, slow down, Doc.
Slow down.
You're burning up all your fuel.
Well, who's this fella?
Which one of you men's Doc Adams?
I am.
Come on, I got a job for you.
Oh, is that so?
Well, you don't look very sick, Mr. Adams.
It ain't me, it's a man in camp.
Camp?
A couple of miles up the Arkansas.
We're holding the trail herd there.
What part of Texas you from, mister?
We got 3,000 head of sand salvo longhorns.
And it's been a plum, miserable drive all the way, and I ain't no temper to answer any
more fool questions.
All right, then, don't answer.
Now, hold up a minute there, young fella.
What's the matter with this man of yours?
You'll see when you get there.
Well, tell me now, else how will I know what to take?
Look, Doc, it wasn't my idea to come get you.
Ken Talley made me come.
And who's Ken Talley?
The trail boss.
Now, you ready to go?
Well, you tell me what's wrong with the man and I'll go.
Doc.
What?
I think I'll ride out with you.
Who are you?
My name's Dillon.
Oh, you're the marshal here, ain't you?
That's right.
Well, we don't need no marshal out there.
Chester, go get our horses.
We'll ride out with Doc.
Yes, sir.
I brought the Doc, Ken.
How many doctors they got in Dodge anyway, choke.
That's the Doc there.
Well, who are these other two?
My name's Matt Dillon, Talley.
And this is Chester Proudfoot.
How do you do, Mr. Talley?
Dillon, huh?
Well, I didn't send for you, marshal.
Yeah, I know you didn't.
Then what are you doing here?
With the sick man lying in the blanket over there by the fire?
You can get mounted and ride right back to Dodge, all three of you.
We don't need Doc no more.
Oh, no, you don't, mister.
If that man's sick, I'm going to take a look at him.
He's all right, Doc.
Forget him.
Come on, Doc.
Well, Doc?
He's dead, man.
Mighty contagious disease, too.
Huh?
I found that when one man gets shot, it usually leads to somebody else getting shot sooner
or later.
Who killed this man, Talley?
How did it happen?
I don't figure it's none of your business, marshal, but since you're so nosy, I'll tell
you, he shot himself.
That's a lie.
He couldn't have shot himself.
Why not, Doc?
Because he was shot in the back.
That's right.
You going to tell me who did it, Talley?
No, marshal.
I ain't going to tell you nothing.
Talley, your man Chote here told us that you've had a hard drive up from the San Sabbath.
Hard?
We fought Indians and thieving Kansas jayhawkers in bad weather and stampedes the whole way,
marshal.
But we're still ready to fight Dodge City if we have to.
Well, you've been through a lot, Talley, and I know how edgy it's made you, all of you.
But this man's been murdered, and I've got to have the murderer.
His name's Bud Cowan.
Whose name?
Him.
There.
Who killed Bud Cowan?
It's no use, marshal.
I've got 18 Texas cowboys here.
Well, 17, and there ain't one of them that'll talk.
Look, Talley, you're a responsible man or you wouldn't be trail boss.
Now, you know what the law means.
You know what it's for.
Kansas law ain't for Texans, marshal.
We'll fight our own snakes.
I'm not a Kansas marshal.
I'm a United States marshal.
But the law's the same.
It don't matter.
No Texan's going to get hung in Kansas, at least why it's not as long as I'm around.
And there ain't a thing you can do about it, marshal.
Yes there is.
Like what?
You're meant to kind of hanker and debunk the tiger in Dodge, aren't they?
Suppose they are.
For three months they ain't talked to nothing else.
So if they don't get to Dodge, they're going to be mighty unhappy.
Maybe one or two of them will decide to talk.
Marshal, how are you going to keep 17 juiced up Texas cowboys out of Dodge?
They'll ride right over you.
No, I can't keep them out, Talley, but I can fix it so there won't be anything for
them when they get there.
What do you mean?
I'll close Front Street, have her a saloon, have her a gambling table, have her a store.
I'll close them up tight.
You do that?
Well, if you knew me well enough, you wouldn't ask.
Come on, Doc.
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It sure didn't take long for the word to get around, did it, Mr. Dillon?
Ken Talley followed us to town yesterday, Chester.
He's smart enough to know how the businessmen would react.
You mean he come in here and told them all about it?
Yeah, of course he did.
Oh, hello, Marshal.
Hello, John.
Well, here's the dosh house, Chester.
You better wait out here.
Okay, sir.
Mr. Green said they'd be waiting for you right in the lobby.
Yeah.
I'm glad you came, Marshal.
What can I do for you, Mr. Green?
Quiet, gentlemen, please.
I'll do the talking.
Marshal Dillon, as you can see, most of Dodge's leading businessmen are present here.
Mr. Tompkins, Mr. Jonas, Mr. Botkin, Mr. Teeters.
Yes, sir.
And I'm here as owner of the Dodge house.
Marshal, you know why we're here as well as we do?
Because I told Ken Talley at close front streak.
Exactly.
And we won't stand for that, Marshal.
We need that Texas money, and we're going to get it.
Gentlemen, gentlemen, a man was murdered out at that camp.
Oh, he was just some Texas cowboy, Marshal.
The prosperity of Dodge is certainly more important than him.
Don't you agree, gentlemen?
Quiet, sir.
Absolutely, absolutely.
Now, wait a minute.
You mean that you so-called good citizens of Dodge are putting a few dollars above the
value of the law, even above the value of a human life?
Don't preach to us, Marshal Dillon, all the men you've killed.
Mr. Green, I never killed a man in my life except in the performance of duty or in self-defense.
All right.
All right, that's not important.
We're wasting time, gentlemen.
I'm hired to enforce the law, and I'm going to do it any way I see fit.
Now, is that clear?
Well, then we'll complain about you, Marshal.
We'll all write letters to Washington and have you fired.
You will, huh?
Good.
Fine, that's fine.
Then maybe I can get a little sleep for a change.
Start walking around like an ordinary man instead of jumping at shadows thinking somebody's
about to shoot me any minute.
Yeah, go ahead.
Then maybe I can afford to have a few friends again instead of everybody looking at me sideways
like I was some kind of a rattlesnake.
Gentleman, I might not have to kill anybody again as long as I live.
Yeah, you go on.
Write your letters.
You'll be doing me a great big favor.
Oh, and just one more thing.
There's just about enough money in this job of mine to pay for my ammunition.
But I'm still going to close up Front Street.
Mr. Dillon?
Yeah, what is it, Chester?
What did you say to Mr. Green and that other man yesterday?
Huh?
Why?
Oh, I don't know.
He's curious.
Well, I said the same thing that you'd say, Chester.
At least I hope you would.
Oh, yes, of course I would.
And I sure do thank you, Mr. Dillon.
I'm mighty proud to have you say that.
But you don't know what I told him, Chester.
Oh, it don't matter.
I trust you.
You know what you're doing.
Well, thank you, Chester.
I'm glad somebody thinks so.
Well, of course, I've seen you make mistakes sometimes.
Well, I mean, nobody ain't perfect.
It's a simple thing, anyway.
Why don't you go on to the depot and pick up the mail, Chester?
Yes, if I don't, that's right.
Sanofi just come in over an hour ago.
Good morning, Marshal.
Well, Ken Sully.
Marshal, this here's Sam Peoples.
I've got a man who thinks he's brought with me.
Hello.
Marshal, I've done a lot of thinking the last day or so.
No?
Yes, sir.
I've decided you're right about the law and all.
So I went and brought Sam Peoples in.
You mean he killed that man, Bud Cowan?
He sure did.
And these five cowboys have witnessed it, Marshal, including myself.
I had to testify at the trials any time you say.
Is that right, Peoples?
Did you kill Bud Cowan?
Yes, sir.
Okay.
Now what happened to your face?
Fell off a horse or something?
Yes, sir.
I came loose off in the bronchus.
Uh-huh.
Okay, lock him up, Chesapeake.
Aren't you?
Everything all right now, Marshal?
Well, I'll let you answer that, Tully.
No hard feelings on my side.
Just don't let him get away now.
One murder is all I can produce for you.
See you later, Marshal.
Well, I'm going to go.
I'll see you later.
Well, come on, Peoples.
The cells is out back here.
Uh, wait a minute, Chesapeake.
Yes, sir.
Uh, bring him back here, huh?
Yes, sir.
Come on, Peoples.
Peoples, tell me something.
Are you a Texan?
No, sir, I ain't, Marshal.
And what are you doing with that sand Sabbath outfit?
Well, I run into them when they was bringing their cattle across the Cimarron, sir.
They hired me on just for grub.
And I wanted to get to Dodge real bad.
Ah, I see.
That, uh, bronc you fell off of yesterday, did he drop on your face?
Yes, sir.
Well, sort of.
Mm-hmm.
I'd sure like to see that horse.
You would?
Yeah, it'd be kind of interesting to see a horse that's got hooves like a man's fist.
Yes, sir.
There's not much you can do about this, is there?
No, sir, they're all gonna swear I done it.
Do you know who did?
No, sir, I don't.
I was out riding herd when it happened.
And none of them fellers ever talked to me much, anyways.
I'm here in a tough spot.
Yes, sir.
Unless I can find out who did kill Bud Cowan, you're gonna have to stand trial.
But I'll do what I can for you if that happens.
Thank you, Marshal.
I don't guess there's much anybody can do.
All them fellers testify.
Well, we'll see.
Go get him something to eat, will you, sir?
Yes, sir.
I'll be out on the street.
Ken Talley's men are gonna be feeling free to do about anything from now on.
I could picture Talley and his men when he got back to camp, laughing at how they'd put
it over on me and the rest of Dodge.
I figured Mr. Green and his businessmen had talked to Talley, but I was sure they didn't
know Sam Peoples was an innocent man.
And neither did they understand the kind of trouble with tampering with the law could
lead to.
For the Texans, the lid was off.
They felt that they were running the town, that nothing could touch them.
And all I could do was wait.
So I went over to the Texas trail and sat with Kitty for a while, watching the crowd.
I'm glad you're here, Matt.
Otherwise, I'd have to be drinking at the bar with one of those beat-up cowboys.
Well, I hope I'm not costing you money, Kitty.
You are, but I won't start.
Anyway, it's better than trying to grin back at those cowboys.
Well, those men have had a rough time coming up the trail, Kitty.
Nobody asked them to come.
No, I suppose not.
You know, Matt, I've worked in a lot of places, even the gold camps.
Dodge is worse than any of them.
Oh, is that so?
Why?
I don't know.
Maybe the sun and the prairie take too much out of everybody.
Seems like every man that comes to Dodge is out to get his own back somehow,
even if he has to kill somebody to do it.
Well, I guess I follow you, Kitty.
All I'm saying is that maybe a hard life makes men kind of angry.
They want to fight all the time.
Well, something sure makes them want to fight, or at least get drunk.
Look at him.
Hey, who's that coming this way, Matt?
Huh?
Now, that's Ken Talley, the Santzabah trail boss.
Well, he sure looks like he wants to fight.
Yeah, maybe he does, Kitty.
I will soon see.
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["The Star-Spangled Banner"]
Evening, Marshal.
Hello, Tully.
You gonna introduce me to the lady?
Nobody has to introduce anybody here, mister.
My name's Kitty.
Kitty, huh?
Well, my name's Ken Talley.
How about having a drink with me, Kitty?
Sorry, I'm busy.
Oh, come on, you ain't busy.
You heard her, Tully.
Go on back to the bar, huh?
You sure something, ain't you, Marshal?
Why don't you get going?
Okay.
Okay, I'll go.
Sure I will.
Is he crazy or just drunk?
I don't know, Kitty.
Anyway, I'll bet he gets into trouble before the night's out.
Not if he does, there's plenty of room in jail for him.
I take it you've already got a grudge against him.
Yeah, I sure have.
But it's not on my account.
Huh?
Who's that?
The man who was in the bar.
An innocent little fella called Sam Peoples.
Sam Peoples?
Yeah.
Hey, wait a minute.
Like a fight's starting.
Yeah.
You stay here, Kitty.
I'll be on the floor in a minute.
All right, hold it there.
Hold it.
What's the trouble, Marshal?
You and this man settle your differences some other way, Chope.
I won't have any gunplay.
Gunplay?
Well, we wasn't fighting, Marshal, was we, Jim?
No.
We was just haranguing each other, so.
Me and Jim always talk like that, Marshal.
Don't we, man?
Yeah.
Let's go.
Well, look at that, Marshal.
Ken Talley's running off with the cow.
Come on, Kitty.
Let's go outside.
Let's get the food.
Sure.
Let's.
And I'll be right back.
Let's.
And I'll rub the rest of this bottle around in your face when you get up.
All right, get out of the way, Kitty.
Gladly, Matt.
I fooled you, didn't I, Marshal?
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah.
You saw that fool, didn't you?
Talley.
Now look at that.
Look at that.
That ain't no way to act.
What's the matter with you, man?
All right, shut up.
Marshal, there's eight of us here.
You think you can whip all of us?
No.
No, I don't, Chotl.
Not eight of you.
Well, then you're going to get whipped.
Come on, man.
Just stay where you are, all of you.
I'd be a fool to mix in a brawl with all of you, man.
I don't aim to try it.
Looks like you ain't got much choice, Marshal.
And we're going to beat you about half to death.
No, you're not.
No?
What's to stop us?
Don't look like nobody in here is going to help you out.
I'm carrying a gun, Chotl.
Oh, that.
That don't bother us none, Marshal.
Does it, man?
Yeah.
See, Marshal, we don't care about your gun.
There's too many of us.
Aren't you forgetting something, Chotl?
What?
I don't wear this gun to kill snakes with,
the way you men do.
I'll have bullets in at least three of you
before you get off a shot.
And you'll be the first.
What's the matter with you men?
He's just bluffing.
He's scared half to death right now.
Chotl, Chotl.
Don't forget about it, Chotl.
Don't be egging him on.
Then I'll fight it.
I ain't so bad with a gun.
Don't try it, Chotl.
You shoot me, the boys will take care of you.
Don't do it, Chotl.
I'm telling you.
I was a Kansas Marshal.
No.
Well, who's next?
Any more of you men want to die in this place?
All right, then get out of here
and get on back to camp.
Move.
Here he is, Mr. Dillon.
But he ain't singing very loud this morning.
How's your jaw, Telly?
Busted?
Doc said you busted it on this side right here.
I'm sorry.
I guess I must have lost my temper.
You sure did, Marshal.
But the fight's out of me now.
I'm plumb sober.
You heard about Gil Chotl?
Chester told me.
Chotl shouldn't have gone up against you.
No, he shouldn't.
Well, now he's dead.
It don't matter none, I guess.
What doesn't matter?
Chotl's the man that killed Bud Cowan, Marshal.
That's why I made him come to town for Doc,
kind of punish him that way.
Oh?
Shot Cowan in the back.
But I had to protect Chotl anyway, you know how it is.
What about Sam Peoples, Telly?
Oh.
Well, I wrote you a letter from Texas Marshal
saying it was a lie.
Anyway, I'm selling them cattle.
I aim to be out of here in two days, Marshal.
Uh-huh.
Okay, Telly, get going.
We can be friends now, can't we, Marshal?
You have a year of a lawman with friends.
We must have a couple.
Yeah, yeah, I have.
A couple.
So long, Telly.
I'll tell Sam Peoples that you didn't mean it.
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Gunsmoke, transcribed under the direction of Norman McDonald,
stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.
Tonight's story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Messon,
with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Featured in the cast were Harry Bartel, Vic Perrin, John Danaer, and Lawrence Dobkin.
Polly Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
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