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In Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers
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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. It's a chancy job and it makes
a man watchful and a little lonely.
Well, for heaven's sake, Matt. Yeah, what Doug? Look at that coming. It's a Surrey. What? A four
passenger Surrey. Oh well, that's the first one of those I've seen west of St. Louis.
What? That's Kitty up there with a driver, isn't it Doug? Kitty? Oh, why so it is. But who is the
driver? I don't know. I don't know the one sitting in back either. That's pretty fancy for Doug.
Yeah, those are a couple of dudes if I ever saw any. Green squads. Hi Matt, hello Doug. Hi Kitty.
Hello Kitty. Haven't met anyone? Haven't even seen them Kitty. Here they are. Marshal Dillon,
Doc Adams, Samuel Sprague and Cliffson Bunker. Hello. How do you do Mr. Barker. Quite a wagon you
gentlemen have. We brought it with us, Doctor, on the train. We've been all over the country around
here in that Surrey, haven't we Bunker? What are you, prospectors? No, Doc. We're writers,
Doctor, from New York. Writers? Did you ever read anything by Ned Buntline? Oh, then you're not
reporters. You write make-believe stories. Well, we want to write true stories, Doctor, but there
doesn't seem to be much material around here. I'm kind of disappointed. There hasn't been a gunfight
since they arrived and every Indian in Kansas seems to be growing old on a reservation. We're
not going to get any stories this way. You mentioned that writer Ned Buntline, Mr. Spriggan.
I met him once, through Jim Bridger. Oh yes, he wrote a lot of stories about Jim Bridger's adventures.
Most of them were lies. They made Bridger look like a fool. They also made Jim Bridger famous,
Marshal. Like Wyatt Earp, Buntline wrote about him too. Anything wrong with being famous? I
guess it depends how you get that way, Mr. Spriggan. Yeah, go stir him up some Indians,
Matt. A few massacred families out here would... Oh, that'd make nice reading in New York. Yeah.
Uh, let's go get a drink, Kitty. Uh, you too, go ahead. I'll join you. All right. Good day,
gentlemen. Gentlemen. Well, you were a great help. What do you care about them, Kitty?
I don't think a series of stories in the New York papers would hurt Dodd, Jenny, do you? Oh,
she's thinking of business, Matt. I keep forgetting she's half owner of the Long Bridge now.
So that's it, huh? Of course it is. Don't want anybody killed, but you might at least be polite
to them. Haven't got time, Kitty. What? I got to ride up to Hayes City tomorrow. May not be back
for a week. Good. You want to come along? Huh.
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Hey look, that's Calvary up ahead there, Mr. John. Yeah. Pretty sloppy looking, ain't they?
Half of them ain't even setting their saddle straight. Uh-huh. You know that I blame them,
men, riding them terrible McClellan saddles. I think they've been ahead, Chesterfield. They
must have had a fight. I think you're right. Let's pull up. Some of them boys is wounded.
And look there, a couple of them tied across their saddles. They're dead. I think I know that
lieutenant Chesterfield. Yeah, it's lieutenant Bain. What in the world do you suppose is happening?
Hello, lieutenant. Can we give you any help? Might have this morning, marshal.
Indians? Chief Littlehawk. Littlehawk? The bony? Haven't you heard, marshal? What? I've been in
Hayes City for a week. Littlehawk and 40 Braves jumped reservation four or five days ago. He's
one of the most peaceful chiefs in Kansas, lieutenant. Look at my patrol, marshal. Two
dead and half a dozen wounded. I don't understand it. Neither does anybody else. They wiped out a
family over on Waller Creek yesterday and they hit us this morning. You're the only cavalry in the
field. Yeah. Funny thing, we picked up Littlehawk's trail right here, marshal. Right out of that grove
of trees. It's a pointy burrowing ground. Guess they stopped there to make medicine or something.
Well, see you at the dance, marshal. Yeah, lieutenant. I'm sorry it happened. So am I.
Come on, justice.
Them poor devils, they really got it, didn't they? Well, they're not far from Fort Dodge, no.
Where are we going? To look at this Pawnee graveyard? Not exactly a graveyard,
Chester. Well, what is it then? You'll see.
Mr. Dillon, what's all them poles sticking up over there with them platforms on them? Graves, Chester.
Oh yeah, I've heard of that. They bury people up in the air on them platforms, don't they?
Yeah, that's right. These is all new, Mr. Dillon. At least they're empty.
There ain't no corpses laying on them. Yeah. Littlehawk must have come by here to pick up his
dad and take him with him. What for? I don't know. They must have been in an awful hurry.
Look at that platform over there. It's half tore down. Yeah, I noticed it. The rest of them ain't.
No. I declare, I don't feel right here, Mr. Dillon.
Neither do I, Chester. All right, come on, let's go.
I'll buy us the first drinks, Mr. Dillon. All right, Chester. I swear my throat's solid
alcohol. Yeah, so is mine. Hey, Kitty. Yeah, she wants you, Mr. Dillon. I'll join you at the bar, Chester. All right, Chester.
How long have you been back, Mac? Since noon, Kitty. I had a lot of business at the bank.
Oh? Well, not personal business, you understand. Matt, you remember Sprake and Bunker?
No. Are those dudes still in town? Matt, they want to talk to you. Now, Kitty, their stories aren't
going to put Dodge on the map. It's already there. Texas cattled at it, not New York writers.
Please, Matt, I'm asking you.
Well, if you're going to turn female. You forget I'm part owner of this place now.
I can have you thrown out. Yeah? Well, I'd sure be talking to those two. Oh, right there, Matt, at that table.
You see them? No. Well, then walk around a while. You'll find them. I'm going to talk to Chester.
Good evening, gentlemen. Marshal Dillon.
Sit down, Marshal. Sit down. All right.
Marshal, we've got a proposition to make to you. Oh? You tell them, Sprig.
Well, Marshal, we heard about those Indians. Some soldiers from Port Dodge were in here a while ago.
And? We want to find them. What are you talking about, Sprig? Well, I don't mean
find them exactly, but the next time they attack some settler, we want to be the first to get there.
That way we'd really see what it's like, Marshal. Maybe we could even talk to the survivors, if there are any.
We'll pay you well. They made for what? For guiding us, for taking us there. What do you say, Marshal?
You want me to guide a couple of vultures like you? That's uncalled for, Marshal.
Why don't you go back to New York, huh? They got plenty of corpses there.
And they're a whole lot prettier than anything the Indians might leave for you.
Now, look here, Marshal. There's no getting along with him at all, Sprig.
Well, you certainly didn't talk to them very long, Matt. Is that my drink, Chester?
No, sir, it ain't. No, it ain't. It ain't. It's my... It's my... It's...
It's yours now. Pour yourself enough.
I'll buy it. Well, thank you. I don't mind if I do. Oh, uh, Mr. Dillon, look at this little diadote
this kid has been showing me. Huh? They had it hung up behind the bar there. See, it's all carved out of bone.
Here, let me see that, Chester. It's interesting, isn't it, Matt?
Where'd this come from, Kitty? Well, it's an Indian totem of some kind.
Sprig and Bunker brought it in. Sprig and Bunker?
Well, they were just lending it to us to hang behind the bar.
Now what? I'll go with him, Chester. Well, I'll go with him.
Where did your men get this totem? We've had enough of you for tonight, Marshal.
Now, I want to know where you got this totem, Sprig.
You're joking me. Then tell me.
We got it from a soldier. A soldier? What soldier?
A private from Fort Dodge. His name was Roger Harlow. We bought it.
What is it, Mr. Dillon? Chester, we're riding out to Fort Dodge
in the morning. And time to wake up Major Honeyman.
All right, Marshal, B Company moved out yesterday.
My judgment of the situation is that they'll make almost immediate contact.
I see, Major. But I don't like your insinuation that the cavalry is responsible for Littlehawk
jumping reservation. I'll admit Garrison life's dull, but no soldier in my command would want
action that badly. Where's your proof, Marshal? Right here, Major.
This is a Pawnee totem. It's more than that, Major. It's a Fox
clan totem. Littlehawks clan.
Yeah. Well, I've told you where I think it came from. Now let's get that private in here
and settle this. Marshal, I'll feed him to Littlehawk if this is true.
Oh, Sergeant, Sergeant Grimes. Oh, what did you say his name is?
Harlow. Roger Harlow.
Yes, Major? Now Sergeant, you pride yourself on
knowing every man at Fort Dodge. As regimental sergeant, I consider it
my duty, sir. What company is Private Roger Harlow assigned to?
Private Roger Harlow? Yes, that's right.
There ain't no Roger Harlow on this post, Major. There never had been.
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Matt? Huh?
Come on in. Morning, Doc.
Hey, good morning. Did you find Sprigg in the bunker last night, man?
No. We finally learned at the stable they drove out of Dodge in that Surrey yesterday morning.
You going after him? Yeah.
Shown his chest. He comes with our horses. When do you think they're up to now, man?
I wish I knew, Doc. They ought to be hung.
Hey, Doc. Huh?
Look over there. Come on up to the plaza.
You won't have to ride after them now. No.
They're in their fancy suit. Yep, Matt. Yep. Way to go, Doc.
Hello, Marshal. Get on, Bunker.
Well, you too, Sprigg. Now. Well, all right.
We saw it, Marshal. We saw practically all of it. It was exciting.
And with no help from you either. Oh, it was magnificent. The cavalry really
got their own back this time. What are you talking about, Bunker?
The Indians. The cavalry practically wiped them out.
What? Yesterday, Marshal, just before dark,
we were driving along the Ark, Kansas, and heard all that gunfire and commotion up ahead.
And we got there just in time to see what few Indians were left running for their lives.
They killed all but half a dozen of them, and they got that Chief Littlehawk, too.
You saw this.
Now, Marshal, we wouldn't be making it up, would we?
And I might add that it's about time we saw something around here.
You know, Sprigg, I was talking to Doc Adams over there when you drove in.
You know what he'd like to see? No.
He'd like to see you and Bunker hung. Why?
And so would I. What's the matter with you, Marshal?
Why did you tell me a soldier gave you that totem?
Oh, you... you found out. Why did you lie about it?
Because you were choking me and because I didn't know what you'd do next.
Or why? Why?
You men rubbed upon a grave. You stole a totem, a totem of Littlehawk's clan.
That's all we took. Who cares about a savage idol, anyway?
Littlehawk did. He went on a warpath.
Nonsense, Marshal. Over a fool thing like that?
Marshal, you're not standing up for a bloodthirsty Redskin, are you?
I knew Littlehawk Sprigg. He was a good chief.
He was a brave man and a peaceful one.
Till you shamed him.
Well, he's... he's not shamed now, Marshal.
He's a good Indian.
Now, you get out, both of you. You get out today.
Enough men have died because of you. And you go back to New York.
And when you get there, you write a story about a Marshal who'd have liked
nothing better than handing you over to Littlehawk.
If he were still alive.
In a moment, our star, William Conrad.
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You know, there's a saying on the frontier,
kicking won't get you nowhere as lessen you're a mule.
Well, next week, a man complains that somebody's trying to kill him
and isn't believed until it happens.
But that was the West. Good night.
Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman MacDonald,
stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal.
Our story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Mustin,
with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James.
Featured in the cast were Harry Bartel, John Danaer, Joseph Kearns,
Lou Krugman, and Ralph Moody.
Harley Bear as Chester, Howard McNear as Doc, and Georgia Ellis as Kitty.
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