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Around 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 gunsmoke.
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. It's a chancy job, and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely.
Come on into the office if you've got time, Kitty.
I'd better not, Matt. It's late. Thanks for the supper.
It's my pleasure. It looks like you're going to have a busy night tonight, huh? Front street's
filling up fast.
It'll be busy all right. Two trail herds came in today from Texas.
That's money, Kitty. Those boys will leave everything they got here.
They sure go through a lot of misery for the sake of a few nights howling Dodge, don't they?
Well, I'd better go start making it worth their while. Say, isn't that Doc's buggy?
Huh? Yeah, it is. What's that on the seat with it?
Looks like a body wrapped in a blanket.
Yeah, it sure does. Now, maybe you don't want to see this, Kitty.
I'll stay here.
Well, hello, Matt. Who's that, Doc?
Well, he must have been a buffalo hunter. I found him on the south bank of the Pawnee
near Turkey Bend. He had a camp there. He did until somebody came along and shot him.
You mean he was alone? There was another camp a few miles down river,
but this man was alone.
How did you stop by the other camp?
I figured that'd be your job, Matt. Bringing him in was bad enough.
Now, what do you mean?
Whoever shot him took his head for a souvenir.
What?
It's not a very nice killing, is it, Matt?
I'll write up there tomorrow, Doc.
It don't look like nobody much is around, Mr. Jones.
Well, there's a man coming out of the wagon now.
Well, now there is the one long, skinniest buffalo hunter I ever seen. He looks like a
pluck crow.
He isn't very handsome, is he?
Well, there must be out hunting.
Hello. Where's the rest of your outfit?
There ain't but three of us. That's counting the woman.
Oh, you got a woman out here?
Abby. She belongs to Ben Cyple.
Now, what's your name?
I'm Earl Ticks, but I ain't sure I care to do any more talking.
You'll talk, and you can start by telling me if you know anything about the hunter who
was camped a couple of miles upriver from here.
I don't know nothing about nobody, Mr. Ticks.
That man was killed, Ticks. He was shot. Somebody ran off with his head.
Oh, he done that, huh?
My name's Dylan Ticks. I'm a U.S. Marshal.
Don't turn around, Mr. Ticks.
There's a wagon behind you, Mr. Dylan. He's holding a sharpest 50.
It'll shoot, too. It'll make an awful big hole in the man.
You just stand steady.
Get the gun sticks.
Sure.
That's better.
You can turn around now.
Ben Cyple, huh?
Alligator, Mr. I can treat people terrible.
Like cutting their heads off?
Nobody gonna come into my camp and start saying murder, not to Ben Cyple.
You didn't dodge it. I've not caused a worry, sir.
I got no cause to worry.
You standing there with a big 50 aimed at your belly.
He ain't no Marshal, anyway.
You two stop acting so crazy. Didn't you hear Marshal Dylan?
There's no sign on him versus Badge.
I don't happen to be wearing a badge, Ticks.
Go carve some thong out of one of them hide sticks and put it to soap.
We'll tie these two up for the night.
Tie them up?
Do what I tell you, Ticks.
Sure.
Hello, Abby.
What's going on, Ben?
You get the wash done?
Yeah. I strung it in the brush to dry.
Then get to cooking supper. I'm hungry.
We feeding them, too?
No, we ain't feeding them.
Then what are they doing here?
They come talking of murder.
I feel like shooting them for it.
No, Ben.
I kill them, I make you watch, Abby.
Ben, someday somebody's gonna kill you. They got to.
You cook a good supper, Abby.
I'm real hungry.
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We must have been laying here for hours.
I just can't hardly move, Mr. Young.
That tix is pretty handy at tying people up.
Yeah, but it ain't him bothering me as much as Ben Siple.
That man is crazy.
I'd known how crazy he ought to have taken my chances
when he first started talking.
Yeah, we're in a bad spot here, Chester.
Maybe Abby can do something.
She sure hates him.
Yeah, I know.
Now, she's been looking over this way.
Hey, wait a minute. She's leaving the fire now.
I hope he don't see it.
Look, she's coming here, Mr. Young.
Yeah.
You must be right hungry.
It's not food we need, Abby.
I know.
But if I cut you loose, she'd kill me.
We wouldn't go off and leave you to face him.
You wouldn't.
Abby, all men aren't like Ben Siple and their old tix.
He can trust me and Chester here.
You really are Marshall.
I am.
I'll do it, Marshall.
When he's asleep, I'll do it.
I knew she would. I told you she would.
Abby!
He seen me.
Hey there, Abby.
Now, what you been talking about, Abby?
You been making plans, maybe?
I was on my way to the river.
I wasn't talking.
You wasn't, huh?
Well, I think I'll go to the river with you.
No!
Walk ahead of me, Abby.
What kind of a man are you, Siple?
You take it out on me if you have to, but not her.
I'll take it out on both of you.
Abby!
You dirty dog, Siple!
Oh, shut up.
Get going, Abby.
Mr. Dillon, you hurt?
Mr. Dillon?
No, I'll be all right, Chester.
That man's got a big foot.
Kick a man in the face that way?
He ought to be hung.
I'll hang him myself if we ever get out of this.
It don't look too good for us, does it?
No, not now.
That poor Abby.
What'll he stay with a man like him for?
Maybe she's never had a chance to get away.
You'd be a major mistake if you'd been with him.
He'd be immutable enough life without being tied to a murderous...
Be quiet, Chester.
Here comes Earl Ticks.
Where's he been all this time?
I don't know, but he's moving pretty fast.
And what's the rifle for?
Where is Siple?
Tell me where he went.
Lots of trouble, Ticks.
Where is he?
He went down to the river.
What for?
Siple!
Oh, hey, Siple!
I'm coming.
You'd better hurry. We've got to get out of here.
What?
What are you yelling about, Ticks?
We've got to get going, Siple. Right now.
Get going? What for?
Engines.
I heard them out there yapping at each other like coyotes.
You sure?
I know engines when I hear them.
We can't get out of here with that wagon, Ticks.
Ain't fighting no engines over a wagon.
Where is the woman?
Never mind her.
Let's get our horses and ride.
Oh, what about these two?
Leave them for the engines.
And their horses, too?
I ain't no horse thief.
Come on.
The day is breaking, Mr. Dillon.
Yeah.
I guess them engines will be coming soon.
Funny how a man gets to thinking things, ain't it?
How like what, Chester?
Like how I'd like to see one of them circuses before I die.
Huh? A circus?
I spend an awful lot of time thinking about that.
Wondering what lions and tigers and stuff like that looks like.
Quiet.
Yeah, I guess Ticks was right.
I just hope they see we're tied up and helpless
before they start planting arrows in us.
Look over there.
Just beyond the wagon.
He's got a rifle.
He's signaling with it.
And there are four more or two.
Five.
Look, he's signaling them others to stay back.
Fierce looking, ain't he?
Steady now. No more talking.
No, I understand.
You hunt buffalo?
Mr. Dillon.
Buffalo hunter gone.
Leave us like this.
Leave you for Pawnee to kill?
Why?
We big enemies.
You know how to hunt buffalo?
No.
We kill buffalo hunter, Pawnee.
Each white man leave buffalo to Pawnee.
Cut off whole head.
Why they kill that?
Wait a minute, Chester.
Listen.
Buffalo hunter want you kill us.
Buffalo hunter gone.
You know, catch now.
You let us go.
We find buffalo hunter.
Big enemy.
We take care of buffalo hunter for you.
Where's he going?
He's going to have a talk with the others, I guess.
That was awful smart of you, Mr. Dillon.
Maybe if it works.
It makes sense.
It does to us, Chester.
I just hope it will to them.
Looks like they've decided.
At least it didn't take them long.
Oh, here he comes.
Got his knife out.
He's doing it.
He's cutting us loose.
It worked.
He cut us loose and never said a word.
What difference does it make, Chester?
We're free.
There they go.
It feels good to stand up, don't it?
It sure does, Chester.
Look, they've even taken our horses.
I guess they figure we can't chase buffalo hunters on foot.
What's that?
Marshal.
Oh, that's Abby.
No wonder she is laying in them weeds.
Marshal.
She looks terrible.
At least he didn't kill her.
You're hurt bad, Abby.
He hit me.
He hit me so, no.
Chester, go hitch our horses to that wagon.
Yes, sir.
Marshal.
That's all right, Abby.
We're going to take you to Dodge.
And nobody's ever going to hit you again.
I promise you that.
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Ah, hello, mate.
Come in, Doc.
My, my, my, hot today, isn't it?
Is that what you came to tell me?
No, I came to tell you nothing.
Oh, except I ran into Kitty down at the depot.
She and Abby were watching the Santa Fe come in.
Uh-huh.
They said they might come by and say hello on their way back.
Ah, good.
Oh, my, that.
Abby's looking better every day, isn't she?
Well, between you and Kitty, she's been getting some pretty good care.
She deserves it.
You know, she's already talking about finding a job.
I know, man. I think she's going to be real happy.
Oh, that's Kitty.
Matt, Matt, hurry.
Kitty, what's the matter?
It's that man, that Ben Siple.
Siple? Zinta?
Yeah.
He came up to Abby and grabbed her by the arm and dragged her off toward his wagon.
Huh?
Just as so, too.
He thought he'd better stay nearby while I went for you.
Where are they now?
Across the street there by that wagon.
Now.
You wait here, Kitty.
Don't let him hurt her anymore, Matt.
He's just been talking to her so far, Mr. Dillon.
Has he seen you, Chester?
No, sir. Neither has Vero Ticks.
Ah.
They're in for a big surprise.
You keep an eye on Ticks, huh?
Yes, sir. I will.
What are you telling me lies for, Abby?
You want another beating?
That's enough, Siple.
If he wasn't lying,
you really are a marshal, huh?
Abby?
Yes?
You can go with Siple if you want,
but if you don't want to,
he'll have to kill me first and I don't think he can do it.
What are you saying? This ain't no business of the law.
Shut up.
You make your choice, Abby.
Kitty's waiting for me.
Come back here, Abby.
You keep your hands off me.
Siple, you broke a promise I made to her.
What?
I told her nobody would ever hit her again.
You interfering with my right to beat her when I want?
Yeah.
You're talking awful big, Marshal.
Has everybody always been afraid of you, Siple?
They have.
And for good reason.
Then you're about to lose that reputation, Siple.
For good...
Ticks, come here.
No.
Get moving like you tell me to.
No.
You can't beat me, Marshal.
You wasn't me, done nothing.
Chester'll help you throw Siple under the wagon.
Then you drive him out of Dodge and you keep on driving, Ticks.
Oh, I will.
I don't mean for a few days.
I mean for weeks.
You're through on the prairie, Ticks.
You and Siple both.
So say goodbye to this land.
If I see you on it again, you'll rot.
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And that was the West.
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 Vic Perrin, John Danaer, Helen Klebe, and Lawrence Dobkin.
Marley Bear as Chester, Howard McNear as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Kitty.
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