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In Dodge 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 chancy job and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely.
Sam. Kitty, what do you have? I'm going out to Delmonico's for something to eat. If Marshal
Dillon comes in, tell him to wait, will you? I'll send him on to Delmonico's. No, he's
going to wait here. Doc is trying to find him. Oh. You look tired, Sam. I do. I've been
tending the bar for 12 hours steady. Well, what happened to the help you hired last night?
He had the wrong idea, Kitty. Huh? I'm in business to sell whiskey, not to give it away
to anybody who needs a drink and can't pay for it. Is that what he was doing? It was
like caught him at him. Hello Kitty, Sam. Oh Marshal. Matt, you ought to stay right here
at the bar. What? I promised Doc if you came in I'd keep you here. He's been looking all
over town for you. I thought Doc was delivering a baby down on Salt Creek. Well, he got back
about a half hour ago. Well, what does he want me for? It's about some trouble with
a man and his wife called Tebs. Tebs? Well, not where he delivered the baby. This was
in a sod hut about a mile above the crossing. Well, what about him? Here he comes, he'll
tell you. Here he is, Doc. Oh, fine. So you're a good girl, Kitty. Yes, you are. You're a
good girl. I might never have found him. What's all this about these Tebs people, Doc?
Well, they're having trouble, Matt. Oh, what kind of trouble? Well, I stopped by to say
hello and get acquainted and they, well, you know. Oh, sure. But the woman, she didn't
act like she wanted anybody around. And then I heard the man yell at me from inside. She
tried to stop me, but I went in anyways. He was lying there on the bed, Matt, with a bad
knife wound in his leg. Oh. Yes. It's festering, it's giving him a fever and I don't think
he can walk with it. How do you say what happened? Well, he claimed it was an accident, but he
was holding a six gun under that blanket, Matt. Well, what for? For his wife. He scared
the death of her. I think she knifed him and I think she's waiting for a chance to finish
him off. You better get down there, Matt. Maybe too late already.
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I reckon this is Tab's place, alright, Mr. Dillon?
That's the way Doc described it, alright, Chester? And including the wife out there
hoeing in the dirt.
She's letting on she don't see us.
I didn't expect we'd be very welcome here.
Just wait till she finds out you're a marshal.
I'm not going to tell her, Chester. Not right off, anyway.
Hello, ma'am.
Hello.
We were looking for a drink of water.
Cricks over yonder.
Yeah, but you've got a well here.
The water's no better than the crick.
Okay, we'll use the crick. But first I'd like to talk to your husband.
My husband? What about?
Ah, just wanted to get acquainted.
He ain't here.
Ah. Well, we go get a drink, then we'll come back and wait for him.
No.
Who are you talking to, Flory? Who's out there?
Nobody. Now you stay quiet. He's feeling poorly, Mr. I don't want nobody bothering him.
Well, we won't bother him.
You stay out of there, and then I'm coming, too.
You better wait outside, Chester.
Yes, sir. That hut can't hold more than three people, anyway.
Hello.
Oh, I knew I heard somebody.
Your wife says that you're sick, Ted.
I told you to leave him alone. I told you not to be troubling him.
Well, I'm only being neighborly, ma'am. If he's sick, maybe I can help.
So you're a neighbor, mister?
Well, my partner and I are planning a homestead nearby.
As soon as we can decide on a good piece of land.
Now, you get it staked out, then you'll come see us, mister. Everything will be fine, then.
Now, Flory, don't be that way. Me being sick and her having to do all the chores makes
her kind of edgy, mister. And being up nights, that's what's hardest on her.
I ain't complaining.
Yeah, I know, Flory, but I can tell. Mister, I got an idea.
Said you wanted to help.
Oh, sure. Sure. Anything I can do.
Be willing to sit up with me tonight?
No, Ben.
Ah, you need some rest, Flory.
You see, I got a... I got a fever, mister. I get to tossing him asleep. I throw off a
blanket all like that.
You don't look like you've been sleeping at all.
Huh.
Will you do it, mister? Set up with me?
No. No, he ain't gonna sit up with you.
Oh, why not, ma'am? I don't mind.
Because I ain't gonna sleep in here with no stranger about, that's why.
Oh.
Well, I didn't think she would.
Look, I'll tell you what. I'll spend the night on the ground outside, if you don't mind.
We do mind.
Flory, you ain't acting like a wife. You ain't acting like a wife at all.
You can stay, mister.
Now, fine. Good.
Wait a minute, mister.
Yeah, what?
I was just wondering if, maybe tomorrow, if you'd be willing. I ought to get into Dodge
and see the dock. There's a wagon outside.
No, you don't.
I'll shut up.
I sure will take you in, mister. I'll be glad to.
We really gonna drive him into Dodge tomorrow, Mr. Jones?
Yeah, we better.
Well, why don't she want him to go?
Well, I guess Doc was right, Cheston. She put a knife in him, and now she's trying to finish
him off.
Well, if he's got a six gun under his blanket, why don't he just shoot her?
That would take care of him, feed him. He's getting more fever every day, and he can hardly
walk anyway.
Well, he sure can't last much longer with him staying awake, trying to keep an eye on
her all the time.
Yeah.
Chester, I think I'm gonna go in there and tell him who I am and load him into a wagon
tonight. This has gone on long enough.
Reckon you better, Mr. Jones.
Yeah.
Where's your wife?
She went around back, mister.
Look, Tebs, I'm gonna take you into Dodge tonight.
You are?
Oh, that'll be fine. Except for Flory.
You want to tell me what's going on here.
What do you mean?
I'm not a homesteader, Tebs. I'm a U.S. Marshal.
Huh?
That's right. And I'm gonna take you into Dodge, Flory or no Flory. You need sleep and
you need care.
Oh, well.
Now, you can tell me your story when you want to.
Well, there's no story. I just got hurt a little, is all.
Look here, Marshal. You've got to understand Flory. She don't mean what she says. She gets
all riled up over nothing. You know how women are.
What are you trying to say, Tebs?
Well, I'm fine right here. And Flory, she's a good nurse, Marshal.
You mean you don't want to go to Dodge?
Oh, shucks. I'll be up and around in a couple of days. Don't you worry about me.
All right. But I'll be back.
Chester. Chester.
Get your hands up and turn around, Marshal.
She's got a shotgun, Mr. Dillon.
Then I'll use it, too.
She was listening at the window.
My hands are up, Flory.
I'm taking your gun.
She got my gun, too, Mr. Dillon.
You're making a bad mistake, Flory.
I won't have you or nobody else meddling where you don't belong.
Now get your horses and ride out of here.
All right. But we'll be back.
I'm going to be sitting right by that door, Marshal.
First thing I see or hear gets a load of buckshot.
It won't be us, Flory. But we'll be close enough to hear if you do shoot somebody.
I couldn't help it, Mr. Dillon.
She come hooking around the side of the hut and I didn't even see that because the shotgun
was too late.
Yeah, neither did I.
What are we going to do?
There's nothing we can do tonight.
But tomorrow in the daylight, we got our rifles.
We'll think up some tricks for her.
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I don't see her around, though, Hort, Mr. Dillon.
She must be inside the hut, Chester.
Well, I hope she don't come charging out of there with that shotgun, please.
It would be a bad way to start the day, wouldn't it?
I can't think of none worse, especially on an empty stomach.
Well, there she is.
Now, wait a minute.
It's all right.
She isn't armed.
Come on over here, Marshal.
Now, what's she up to?
It's hard to say with a woman like that.
I thought you'd be back this morning.
Yes, and I told you we wouldn't.
We're going to take your husband into the Dodge, ma'am.
You're too late, Marshal.
Too late?
He died during the night.
What?
There's too much for his heart.
He always did have a weak heart.
Where is he, Flory?
Lying there inside, Marshal, why?
Don't you believe me?
I believe you, but I want to have a look at him.
What for?
I got him all wrapped up in his blanket, ready for burying.
Now go dig a grave for him if you want to help so much.
All right, we'll dig a grave after I've seen him.
You've got no respect for the dead, Marshal?
It's the living that bothers me right now, Flory.
I'm going to have a look at him now, Flory.
You're no better than a child, Marshal.
You don't have to watch.
Well, go ahead.
I don't care.
I'm unbuttoning his shirt here.
All right, what did you use, Flory?
Use?
For what?
I might have known he couldn't stay awake forever.
He fell asleep and you stabbed him in the heart with a needle or something.
That doesn't show much, does it?
All right, I'll tell you.
Don't matter none.
Anyway, I killed him.
Why would you want to kill your husband, Flory?
My husband?
He wasn't my husband.
He was my husband, Marshal.
We never seen him before.
He rode by here and started trouble.
Over me it was.
My husband pulled a knife, but he shot him.
And I swore I'd kill him for it, and I did.
Why, didn't you explain all this to Doc Adams when he was out here?
Not to me last night.
And let you take him and hang him?
I had to kill him myself, Marshal.
It's a promise I made my husband while he was dying.
I'm going to have to arrest you.
You can't do nothing to me for this.
You murdered a man, Flory.
You're wrong, Marshal.
You just admitted it.
Well, I ain't doing no more talking.
You take care of him and we'll go in to dodge.
But I won't be in jail long, you'll see.
Ah, good morning, Chester.
Good morning.
What you doing?
What you got there?
That's a mail.
Oh, did you pick it up?
I picked it up as I was down there anyway.
How's Flory?
She ain't said a word.
Go get her, will you?
Go get her.
What for?
She was right, Chester.
I can't keep her in jail.
But Mr. Dillon, we just can't help her.
Go get her, will you?
Yes, sir.
All right, come on out, Flory.
You turning me loose?
About time.
Morning, Flory.
Not much of a jailer you got, Marshal.
Well, it's not strong enough to hold you.
Of course it ain't.
Flory, the man you killed, you told me you've never seen him before.
I never had.
What was his name?
George Bassett.
What else did you know about him?
He was wanted, dead or alive.
He was wanted?
I got a circular on him in the mail, Chester.
It's there on my desk.
A circular?
Well, forevermore.
How did you know he was wanted, Flory?
He said so.
Now, that's hard to believe.
Now, he told me when he was bothering me before he killed my husband.
He said one more wouldn't matter.
I guess he planned to kill me too later.
Only he hadn't figured on getting caught up.
And he needed me after that.
Now, why didn't you tell me this out there, Flory?
I didn't think you'd believe me, Marshal.
Well, maybe you were right.
I never heard of George Bassett before.
You heard of him now?
Yeah.
There's gonna be some reward money coming, Flory.
Marshal?
Yeah, what?
You say it.
Say what, Flory?
Please.
Now, that you don't want the money, that you wouldn't take it.
Thank you, Marshal.
Thank you for saying it right.
I feel some cleaner for that.
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Flory.
In a moment, our star, William Conrad.
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You know, on the frontier, almost anybody who had a few dollars could open a bank of
his own.
And by the same token, anybody who had a gun could try to rob it.
And next week, a man does.
And that was the West.
Good night.
Gun Smoke, produced and directed by Norman MacDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon,
and E.W.S. Marshall.
Our story was specially written for Gun Smoke by John Mustin, with music composed and conducted
by Rex Corey.
Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James.
Featured in the cast were Helen Klebe, Lawrence Dobkin, and Stacey Harris.
Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
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