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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 a U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke.
Gun Smoke, 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. It's a chancey job, and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely.
Where is everybody, man? I never saw a front street so deserted.
That'll look different about 12 hours from now, Doc.
12 hours? Oh, you mean midnight, yes. I hope I'm in bed by then.
Ah, you usually are.
Oh, I am, I'm in bed. Well, I'd like to have a dollar for every night's sleep I've lost.
Well, you can't have everything, Doc.
Yeah, what do you mean by that?
A man can't expect to get a lot of sleep if he's out bucking the tiger all night.
Me? Gambling? And where do you think I get the money for that?
Minister into the sick, same as any doctor.
Well, that's not the sick I minister to in this town, so much as the wounded.
Well, what difference does it make?
The wounded usually die before I get paid. Boot-hill patients, that's what they are.
You know, you ought to try to pull more up and through, Doc.
Oh, sure, yes. Cut up, shot up, beat up. It's a wonder any of them will live.
Ah, I can't argue with you about that. Oh, say, you mind if we stop in the general store
Mr. Jonas was supposed to order me a new saddle blanket.
Oh, man, always frittering away your money on doodads.
Ah, it's for my horse, Doc, not me.
Ah, that's... Oh, look who's here. Oh, hello, Kitty.
Hello, Doc.
How are you, Kitty?
I'm hungry. Came in here 15 minutes ago on the way to dinner and nothing's happened yet.
Well, isn't Mr. Jonas here, Kitty?
Well, if he is, he's hiding.
Well, he's probably on his way to dinner.
We ought to get a wagon and rob this place.
That'll teach him to walk off and leave.
You'd only spend your money if he was here, Kitty. You shouldn't complain.
I've already spent it. I paid him in advance for three petticoats a month ago.
Ah, how do you know they're here yet?
I don't.
There's a big box behind the counter there with Santa Fe Railroad stamped all over it.
Oh?
It's a shipment of some kind.
Oh, why don't you open it?
I get caught doing that. Some U.S. Marshal might walk in here and shoot.
Well, I'll do it. I'm not afraid.
Mr. Dillon?
Hello, Kitty. Doc.
Hello, Chester.
Chester.
Mr. Dillon, there's a fellow come in the office, the darndest-looking man you ever saw.
He ain't very old, but he's got long yellow hair and his teeth are kind of long and yellow, too,
and he's so thin all over.
I swear I'd take two of them to make a shadow.
Why don't you bring him along, Chester? I'd like to meet him.
Oh, no, you wouldn't, Miss Kitty. Not this fella.
There's something real mean about him, if he wasn't so crazy.
Oh, while we're figuring that out, why don't you tell me what he wants, Chester?
He wants you to come arrest his pa.
What?
He's out in country somewhere. He didn't say he just wanted to.
Why does he want me to arrest his pa?
He didn't say that neither, but he said you'd better hurry. He said it's real serious.
Yeah, all right. I'll go back with you.
So long, Kitty. Doc?
See you later, Matt.
Yeah, goodbye, Matt.
I hope he's still here, Mr. Gilley.
Well, I hope so, too, Chester.
Ah, hello.
Hello.
I'm Marshall Dillon.
Hello.
I'm Marshall Dillon. You, uh, wanted to see me?
Found him, huh?
What?
I mean him. He found you.
Yeah, I found him. Now tell him what you came for.
I come for you, Marshall.
Well, I know. Chester told me that. It's, uh, something about your pa.
Oh. Pa needs arresting.
Oh. What for?
He killed a man. Shot him dead.
Who is your pa?
I'm Budge Grilt, Marshall.
All right. Who'd your pa kill, Budge?
I don't know. Some stranger, but he's laying there dead.
Pa won't even bury him.
Laying where?
Where did he have it?
Near home.
Well, uh, where's home?
Out yonder.
Oh, forevermore. I don't know.
Well, I don't know how to tell him to get there.
Well, maybe you could show me how to get there, huh?
That's what I come for.
Uh, Chester.
Yes, sir?
Look, I'll understand if you don't want to go along.
I'm kindly dizzy already, but I'll go, Mr. Dump.
Okay, then let's get started.
That there's a house.
A house? You can't call a one-room sod a house.
Got a tater cellar out back.
Yeah? Who lives in the tater cellar?
Be a good place to keep somebody.
Wouldn't it, Marshall?
You think your pa's around, Budge?
Ma'll be here.
Let it not ride no closer. Makes her a man.
All right.
Ma? Ma?
She ain't beef. She'll be out in a good.
There she is.
Come on.
I got it, Ma.
This one here.
Those are the ones that you want.
I'll take them.
I got it, Ma. This one here.
Who's the other one?
I don't know. A fella called Chester.
He was hanging around, so I brought him too.
Now, look here, nobody brought me.
Never mind, Chester. Never mind.
Now, Miss Groke, I take it you know about your husband, too.
He married thirty years, Ma.
I mean about his killing this man.
You talk to Pa about that when he gets here.
None of my affair.
Why don't you go get that rifle off in your saddle?
There's no place to leave it.
Sure, Ma.
You people stay here.
Sit down if you want.
I'll go boil up some coffee and bring it out.
No, you don't need to bother, ma'am.
No bother.
Sit down? On what?
She's crazier than he is, Mr. Dunn.
Yeah.
They're half-starved, too.
Yeah, this isn't much of a homestead.
You think it's terrible?
Yeah, but even a lazy man could do something with it.
That's not the best land I ever saw, Chester.
Ma, gonna make you some coffee?
Yeah, that's what she said.
Ma likes folks to come visit.
Sometimes.
Sure.
Marshall?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm gonna show you the house.
I'll be right there.
That Chester fella can see it later.
You better go, Marshall.
Ma don't always ask people in.
Only sometimes.
Yeah.
All right.
That mean I don't get no coffee?
Oh, you'll get some.
Mrs. Crulk?
Come on in, Marshall.
It's dark in here, ain't it?
No winders.
It's light enough.
Then don't move, Marshall.
I got this rifle aimed to bust your heart open.
Yeah.
I'll do it, too.
Put your hands up by your shoulders, Marshall.
I'll kill you if you don't.
Sure.
Budge?
I got him, ma.
Give me your hand here.
I'm coming.
Rifle's head triggered, Marshall.
You stand right there, Chester.
I can shoot with one hand.
Stand back closer to it, Marshall.
Get his gun, Budge.
I got it, ma.
Let's move outside, Marshall.
Go on.
He throwed down on me with that rifle, Mr. Lone.
I couldn't do a thing.
It happened to me, too, Chester.
Let's lock him up, Budge.
Lock us up?
In the tater cellar.
What's this all about, Budge?
Paul'll tell you when he comes.
Where is he?
He's waiting.
He'll come in late tomorrow.
Your pa didn't shoot anybody, did he?
No.
But he's gonna shoot somebody, Marshall.
He sure is.
What a day.
These cussed cellar don't make much of a hotel,
does it, Mr. Dunst?
No.
No, it doesn't, Chester.
No light, not much air, damn, no blankets, nothing to eat.
I tried one of them potatoes.
They're moldy.
Must be afternoon by now.
Yeah.
You think them miserable idiots is ever gonna let us out?
I've been thinking all last night and this morning, Chester.
I'm right back where I started.
I don't know what they're doing, or what they're gonna do.
Sure beats me.
Imagine that old woman pulling a dirty trick like that.
You think she meant it, Mr. Dillon? She really had shot you?
She meant it.
Hey, I hear somebody coming.
Don't you try nothing now.
We got guns.
Open it clear up, bud.
They can't fight with nothing but potatoes.
Okay, Pop.
Step out here in the light where we can see you.
The big one, Pop.
That's the Marshal, Pop.
Keep your gun on him, bud.
I guess you know who I am, Marshal.
Yeah, I'm about the smartest fella in the whole country.
Is that so?
You're the one man who ought to know that.
Why?
I got you caught, either.
Does that make you smart?
Oh, tell him, Pop.
Tell him it won't hurt if you don't now.
Shut up, bud.
You tell me what to do.
We got a plan, Marshal.
We got a real fine plan.
And it was all my thinking.
We're going to rob a bank, Marshal, right there in Dodge.
We're going to hold it up and take all the money.
Well, that's quite a plan, Grooke.
Ain't it?
And you see how we're going to do it?
There won't be nobody to stop us,
because we'll already have you dead.
Dead and buried.
What? Sure.
What do you think we got you out here for?
You can't do that.
Why not?
It's no use arguing with him, Chester. He's crazy.
Crazy? Because I'm going to get rich?
You call that crazy?
I do.
Call him out, bud. We're going to shoot him now.
Ma?
Ma, come on out. You want to watch us kill him?
Grooke.
What?
What makes you think if you robbed the bank,
I'd be the only man after you?
You're the Marshal, ain't you?
The money in that bank belongs to a lot of people.
There'll be 50 men after you.
Me and Ma and Budge,
we're going to kill everybody in the bank.
There won't be nobody knowing nothing about it till we're gone.
You want to live together as far as the streets.
That's my plan. It's not your...
Shut up! You stand there, do you hear?
Get over here, Ma. You want to watch?
Mr. Dillon, is that a wheelie going to shoot us?
Chester, look beyond them.
Out near that clump of elders there.
Somebody's coming.
Horseback.
Yeah, don't let on.
We'll have to move fast if we get a chance.
Yes, sir.
Paul, look.
Oh, they've seen him.
Get out of sight, bud.
Get behind the house in case he gets too nosy.
I'll fix him if he does.
That Calhoun fellow, Paul.
Mm.
There's no time for him to be paying a visit.
Get back in the cellar.
Get back in the cellar, Marshal. Go on, both of you.
Go on, I'll shoot you right now.
You mean to Mr. Dillon?
Yeah.
You keep quiet in there now.
We gotta do something.
And if we could just get close enough to one of them.
There's that rider.
Yeah.
What are you doing here, Calhoun?
We're too busy to be visiting today.
They shot him.
Oh, God, you butch.
What did you do that for? I don't want you.
You leave him alone, Paul.
He didn't mean nothing by that.
We're standing up for him, ain't you?
Get going back in the house.
Go on.
Butch went and shot that Calhoun fellow.
Now he's dead.
Yeah, we heard him.
Paul, what were you yelling at me like that for?
What's wrong with shooting him? We're leaving here.
We don't need no neighbors.
You darn fool.
Why, Paul?
Now we gotta bury him, don't we?
Sure.
Well, three grazes, too many to dig before dark.
And we'll have to wait till tomorrow
before we can take care of Marshal and Chester here.
Why don't you think about that?
You never think about nothing.
What's worse, you'll have to feed him.
Can't let nobody go hungry that long.
Go tell Ma.
I'm going, Paul.
You two, sit quiet.
Budge will bring you something.
Well, if that don't beat off...
Well, Budge comes back, Chester.
That's gonna be our chance.
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Don't you think we ought to eat whatever he brings us first, Mr. Dillon?
We can eat any time, Chester.
We can.
How come I ain't had a bite since we left Dodge?
Wait a minute. He's coming.
Now you let me handle this.
Yes, sir.
Ma boiled you a little pot of tater peels.
Oh, my goodness.
Now that sounds fine to me, Budge.
Here, now take it.
I'm not putting no salt in it.
Here, now.
Let me go, my friend.
You shut up or I'll bring you.
He's got a knife on his belt. Get it, Chester.
I got it.
All right.
Come on, get up, Budge. On your feet.
Come on.
If I'd had my rifle, you wouldn't have done this.
Give me the knife, Chester.
All right, outside, Budge.
Go on.
Don't forget I got this knife right in your back.
Don't you stick me.
Then do what I tell you.
Paul, fix you.
Shut up.
You cut me.
You holler again and I'll put it all the way in.
Mr. Dillon?
Yeah, I see him, Chester.
Let's wait here.
I'm gonna get me a rock.
Paul's gonna be awful mad at you, Marshal.
Is he?
Look, what's going on here?
Make him let me go, Paul.
Shut up.
I'm holding a knife on his back, Groke.
You throw down the rifle or I'll shove it into him.
It won't work, Marshal. You ain't stopping me.
Budge will die if you don't do what I say.
You ain't as smart as me, Marshal. You don't understand nothing.
Drop that gun, Groke.
No!
He's gonna shoot.
Now get him.
I did it. I hit him right in the head.
Come on. I want that rifle.
You think I killed him?
Yeah, it looks like it. It's a big rock.
That woman will be out here in a minute.
Come on, let's get around to the side of the house.
Around here.
I thought sure she was gonna come out shooting.
She'll be out.
I just wait here.
Then we can hear the door when it opens.
What are you gonna do, Mr. Dillon? You can't shoot a woman.
No, but maybe I can scare her.
What about him shooting his own son?
That's something I sure never figured out.
We'd have been in real trouble if it hadn't been for you.
I'm gonna have to hang your picture on my wall for that, Chessie.
It wasn't nothing.
I used to go hunting with rocks when I was a kid.
One time...
There she is.
Look, if she comes around the corner,
maybe I can knock that rifle out of her hands.
You stay back.
You hear her coming?
No.
Come here, Chessie.
Where is she?
She's over there by the budge.
Take a look.
No.
Say, that ain't a rifle she's holding.
It's a shovel.
Come on.
I guess she decided there's no use trying to fight now.
And it wouldn't have surprised me if she hadn't.
Nothing surprising about these people.
Your, uh...
Your husband shot him, Miss Grilk.
Man...
Poor Budge.
I didn't figure a man would shoot his own son.
Budge wasn't his son.
What?
He was my son.
Not his.
He hated Budge.
He always hated him.
No.
My first husband died.
He is a good man.
He liked Budge.
Grilk was right.
I didn't understand everything.
He made me do what I did.
He'd even whoop me terrible if I didn't.
Tell me, ma'am.
Would you have shot me yesterday if I hadn't put my hands up?
Of course I would.
I told you.
You said I had to.
You said I had to?
That don't matter.
What am I going to do without Budge?
I ain't got nobody now.
What am I going to do?
I don't know, ma'am.
But we'll bury him for you.
You bury them, too.
I'll bury Budge.
Can I have the shovel?
Yeah.
Come on, Justin.
I feel kindly sorry for her, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah, she's had it too rough, Justin.
She doesn't know what she's doing anymore.
Blaming her would be like...
Blaming the night for being dark.
I guess there's nothing we can do for her.
Yeah.
Not a thing in the world.
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Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald,
stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.
Our story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Meston,
with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Ray Kemper.
Featured in the cast were John McIntyre, Virginia Gregg, and Vic Perrin.
Harley Bear as Chester, Howard McNear as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Kitty.
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