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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.
You get caught in the rain last night, Matt?
I never left the office, Doc.
I stayed home too.
Yeah.
For once.
The ordinarily bad weather brings a rash of broken legs and babies with it. All out
in the country somewhere.
Ah, you always told me living in the open is good for a man, Doc.
I said sun is good for a man.
Well, you'll get some sun next summer and you'll complain just as hard about that.
When I think I could have an office back in Baltimore where nice clean people come to
see me.
Yeah, but nobody needs you in Baltimore, Doc.
They get sick there too, don't they?
Oh, I don't know. I've never been there.
You've never been? You've never been there.
Hello, John.
You wouldn't last two days in Baltimore, Matt.
No.
No? People are too polite and well-mannered.
Well, you teach me what it's like, Doc, but some other time.
Ah, there. Now, you see what I mean? Yeah, that's what I mean. Oh, and Chester here.
He could use a little refining.
Well, now he'll get carried away, Doc.
Good morning, Mr. Dillon.
Hello, Doc.
Good morning, Chester.
Now, what are you doing out here, Chester?
Oh, I got up early this morning.
I saw you could sit on the porch here and watch the street like an old man.
I already swamped out the office, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah, for the first time in two weeks. Maybe you ought to get up early every morning.
I've got two civilized for that.
Wait a minute. You didn't get up at all this morning. You were still up.
Yes, sir.
How much did you lose?
Oh, I wasn't gambling. I was sitting talking to a little old gal. I met her. Kindly keeping
her out of the rain.
Oh.
You know.
Oh, yeah. It's a guy. We know it. Oh, yeah. And it sure rained a barrel last night, too,
didn't it, Chester?
It sure did, Doc.
All right. Who's that?
Some kid. I never seen him before, Mr. Dillon.
Do people tell me where I can find the marshal?
You done found him.
What's the trouble, son?
My name's Gildon. Andy Gildon. He's come up from Texas with a herd.
Oh, what's on your mind, Andy?
There's a man been shot, marshal. An unarmed man.
What?
Up the river away, where we're holding the cattle. The trail boss shot him this morning
before it got light. We put a guard on the boss.
What's the name of this outfit?
There's Star M cattle, marshal.
Star M? Then Harley Burke's the trail boss.
He won't be for long. Not after this.
Burke's a man of temper, and he's pretty rough, but he's decent.
Hard to believe he'd shoot an unarmed man.
Well, he did, marshal.
Is the man dead, son?
He's unconscious. Has been right along.
All right. Let's get going, Doc.
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Where is the man, Andy?
He's over yonder, behind that bush.
There's a lot of bush around this camp. Suppose you show me.
All right. I'm going to talk to Burke, Doc. You let me know what you find.
I will, man.
Hey, you with Marshall?
Yeah, that's right.
Just look at the guard they got on Burke here, Mr. Dillon.
Uh-huh.
I sent the men to hold him, Marshall. He ain't going to get away.
And who are you?
I'm Ruman, Jack Ruman.
You help run this outfit?
No, I'm just riding. Someone had a takeover.
All right, Ruman, you can tell those men to fall back now.
All right. Stand back now, you men in the laws here.
Hello, Burke.
Marshall.
Tell me you shot a man.
Oh, he shot him all right, Marshall. And Hodges wasn't even on.
I wasn't asking you, Ruman.
You got to hear the truth. Burke here done nothing but fight with Hodges the whole trip
on his neck about something every minute.
Go on, you got to admit it, Burke.
I had no use for him.
You hated him.
He was lazy and no good. Of course I hated him.
Burke, I've known you a good many years. You're as rough a trail boss as there is.
You're rock-headed and you drive the men as hard as you do yourself, and I've seen you
be downright mean about it.
Could be.
But I sure never figured you'd shoot a man.
Yeah, surprised me too, Marshall.
All right, tell me what happened.
It was raining. I'd been out with a guard. Only dry spot I could find when I come in
was way over there by Hodges. I went to sleep, and he must have woke up and seen who it was.
Then he come over and kicked me in the head. Hurt me bad, but somehow I got a bullet in
him before I blacked out.
You didn't know he was unarmed.
What difference it make, Marshall?
Make a lot of difference if he doesn't live.
Doc here will know about that.
Hello, Burke.
Doc.
Hello, Doc. How is he?
He's dead.
Burke, I know. I know. I'll get my stuff together and come with you, Marshall.
Who's gonna boss this outfit?
No, uh... Andy Gillen.
Andy?
He's just a kid.
His pa owns this herd, Marshall.
Oh. What do you want, Burke?
Andy, your pa sent you on this drive to make a man out of you.
Working for a murder?
Your boss now. Sell the herd, pay off the men, and get the rest of the money back to
your pa. Can you do that?
I'll be right with you, Marshall.
Fine boss he was.
Hey, Roman. Let's start moving them cattle down river.
All righty. Let's go, you men.
Well, what do you think, Doc?
Well, Matt, that man Hodges was shot in the head and by somebody who was lying on the
ground.
Well, Burke admits doing it.
Then I guess he did it all.
Yeah, but there's something he isn't telling me, Doc. Knowing Harley Burke, I'm gonna have
a hard time finding out what it is.
Oh, uh, hey Sam.
Yeah, Marshall?
Bring me a beer, huh?
Why, sure.
Good evening, Marshall.
Ah, hello, Roman.
You get Burt down to jail all right this morning?
Yeah, he's in jail.
Ever I seen a man earned a hangin', he's it.
Huh?
I take it you don't like him, Roman.
We got along just fine, Marshall.
He ain't seen Andy Gilden, have you?
He's been sitting over there with Kenny.
Where?
Uh, no, there he goes out the door.
Looks like he's pretty drunk, too.
He is drunk.
He's been hunting everywhere, has he?
Here you are, Marshall.
Oh, thanks, Sam.
I think I'll take that beer over to the table with me.
Hello, Kitty.
You sure take your time, Matt.
No, what's wrong?
You saw me sitting here with that drunken kid.
Why didn't you come over?
Well, Andy Gilden may be a kid, but his pa owns the Star M, and Andy's now boss of the
Outfit.
Hmm, I heard all about his pa.
He must be a rich man.
And he wasn't talking about his money.
Oh?
He hates him, Matt.
I never heard anything like it.
Oh, why?
The old man's too strict, probably.
Like sending him up the trail just to make a man out of him.
Yeah.
Now that hasn't hurt him, Kitty.
Matt, I think that boy'd kill his pa if he had a chance.
All he talked about was how he'd like to get back at him.
What are you staring at me for?
What?
Oh, I'm sorry, Kitty.
I was just thinking.
Thinking about what?
I'm glad I talked to you, Kitty.
Maybe now I can find out what Harley Burke's holding back from me.
I sure don't understand you, Marshal.
Oh, why not, Burt?
Come in this morning, turned me out of jail.
Now you're taking me down to the stockpils.
What for?
I'd like to know how young Gildon made out with the sale of those cattle.
I think you're lying.
Now there he is with that fellow Ruhman again.
They seem to be pretty good friends, don't they?
I guess.
You just won't tell me anything, will you, Burt?
I'll tell you anything you want to know, Marshal.
Oh, yeah, sure.
How mornin', Andy?
Yeah.
Ruhman?
What's Harley Burke doing out of jail?
That man gets cramped in there.
I was walking him around a little.
Well, I ain't gonna be seen with no murder.
Andy, I'll be in my room at the Dodge house, should you want me.
Okay.
Now did you sell the herd, Andy?
I sold it.
Did you get a good price?
It's no business of yours, Burt.
Not no more.
We can always find out from the agent, Andy.
All right.
I got $20,000.
Payable tomorrow.
$20,000?
$20,000's a fair price.
Your pa'll be pleased.
I'll let you take it to Mr. Botkin at the bank tomorrow, Andy.
He'll give you a note for it.
I don't need no bank.
And I don't need no advice either, Marshal.
Now, look, Andy, you can't carry that money home in cash.
Why not?
Nobody does.
There's too many Jayhawkers and Bushwhackers waiting along the trail.
Now, you know that.
I don't know nothing.
Except you can leave me alone, both of you.
We're only trying to help you.
I'm not gonna let you go.
Well, Burke, the boy's kind of headstrong, Marshal.
That's all you've got to tell me, huh?
That's all.
All right, then let's get back to jail.
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You sure are in a hurry, Mr. Doane.
I want to find Andy before he talks to Rue Manchester.
It's been over a half hour already.
Here's his room, if he's in it.
Yeah, well, let's hope he is.
Who is it?
Open up, Andy.
What do you want now, Marshal?
Your gun.
Come here now.
What are you taking my gun for?
Put Chester to hold on here while he's walking you to jail.
Jail?
Well, you're talking crazy, Marshal.
Keep your voice down.
Now, here's his gun, Chester.
And you put him in a fire cell and you keep him quiet, huh?
Real quiet.
I understand.
Come on, get moving, Andy.
Ow!
Now, look here.
You don't shut up while I lump up your head with this gun.
You can't arrest me.
I ain't done nothing.
Get moving.
You can't do this.
Of course I can.
I'm going to keep walking on this.
Come on.
Why, hello, Marshal.
I'd like to talk to you, Roman.
Sure, good morning.
Roman, have you seen Andy Gilden in the last half hour?
For sure.
You was there at the stockpile.
Why?
Well, a few minutes ago he was seen leaving town, riding north.
So?
I saw it myself.
He was riding awful fast, Roman.
A lot of men ride out of town, Marshal.
Maybe he's got a gal out of the country somewhere.
Yeah.
What are you thinking?
I was with the agent who bought the Star M herd.
Yeah.
He got the $20,000 up today, and he didn't have to wait till tomorrow.
Say he was headed north?
Yeah, that's what I was thinking.
Texas is south of here.
Stealing that money?
Stealing it from his own pa?
Looks that way.
Well, ain't you going after him, Marshal?
He's a Gilden.
I kind of look on it as a family matter, Roman.
I'm going after him.
No, you're not.
You go after him, there'll be a fight.
Maybe you're killing Will.
Let his pa worry about it.
I'm going after him, Marshal.
You can't stop me.
Can't I, Roman?
Here, Marshal.
You got Burke back in jail?
Yeah.
Well, I got something to say.
And I want him to hear it, too.
The cells are out back, Roman, through that door there.
Oh, are they?
Burke, Roman's got something he wants both of us to hear.
Roman, huh?
Well, I've been waiting long enough.
What do you mean?
It was you kicked me in the head and shot Hodges.
You know what you're going to say?
It was not me, Darn it.
Of course it was.
Now, don't be a fool, Burke.
What I get out of it?
I don't hate old man Gilden.
I don't want to steal his money.
Nobody stole his money.
You mean you ain't heard?
Heard what?
Andy got paid off for them cattle today, and he rode out of town headed north.
He did, huh?
And what's more, he told me he killed Hodges.
He's lying, and I can prove it.
Andy, they tricked us.
They got us crossing each other.
Roman killed him, and I can prove it.
Oh, I'll kill you for that.
Roman.
Chester.
Chester, he got him all right.
Got him right in the head.
He's dead.
What'd you let him do that for, Marshal?
He's dead.
Well, he wouldn't have talked if I'd have disarmed him.
Burke, I had to take a chance.
Yeah, I guess you did.
Maybe if you had a talk, none of this would have happened.
Well, I knew I didn't shoot that man, Marshal.
But I knew the only way I'd ever find out who did was to just wait and see what they
was after.
You knew they were in it together down at the stockpins.
You knew they were going to keep the money.
But I didn't know which one was the killer.
Well, that doesn't matter much now.
Andy is dead, and Roman will hang anyway.
But why were you protecting the two of them?
Why did you take the blade?
Because I was afraid it might have been the kid that done it.
Old man Gilden's the best friend I got in this world.
I could never have faced him if I'd brought his boy up here to hang.
I understand the boy hated him.
But he didn't hate Andy, Marshal.
All he wanted was for him to be a man.
Well, something went wrong with that.
Sure did.
Burke.
Yeah?
You did all you could.
When the old man hears the whole story, he'll know what a good friend you've been.
In a moment, our star, William Conrad.
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You know, one of the most unpopular men on the frontier was the peace officer.
Most everyone felt that they had some reason to dislike him.
But next week, a man arrives in Dodge who wants to be Marshal.
And that was the West.
And good night.
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 Bill James.
Featured in the cast were William Idelson, Lawrence Dobgin, and Vic Perron.
Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
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