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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 US 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.
I sure will be glad to get back to Dodge, Mr. Dillon. Wichita is a nice town, Chester. All right,
you like it so much, next time you can come alone, I got no business here anyway. It's almost over.
Train leaves in about 10 minutes. I've been worried all morning, we might miss it. It's
gonna be a long ride. Why don't we wait outside here till they yell all aboard, huh? You sure do
hate setting down, don't you? Like fresh air, Chester. Bet you can go on if you want. No,
no, I'll wait. Well, you could be finding us a couple of seats. Mr. Dillon, the Santa Fe
guarantees a seat to everybody who buys a ticket. I was only trying to give you an excuse to get off
your feet. Well, I ain't so tired all night. Hey, look what's coming. What? Oh, you're a pretty
girl, ain't you? Yes, she is now, ain't she? You suppose she's going to Dodge, too? Oh, why don't
you ask her? Oh, my goodness, Mr. Dillon, I don't even know her. It's not gonna stop him.
Who? That gentleman standing by the car. He's seen her, too. Gentleman? Looks more like a drunk
rowdy to me. Let's kind of walk over that way. Say, maybe he doesn't know her, Mr. Dillon. Yeah,
maybe. Oh, I doubt it, though. He's too mean and ugly looking. I'll tell you now, as long as we're
gonna be traveling together, we should at least get acquainted, huh? My name is Laster. Ab. Ab
Laster. How do you do? I do. I'm meeting my partner in Dodge, Joe Garrett. Have you known him? I'm sorry,
but I've never been in Dodge. No, huh? Well, you know what makes two of us? Of course, at least we
ain't gonna be lonely, are we? Well, that depends. Depends on what? If you're a gentleman. Oh,
honey, sure I am. Yeah, I know now. I got a bottle here. Why don't we get aboard and we'll have us a little
drink? Please, Mr. Laster. Come on. No, look at that. Well, no, it's a matter of you start out being real
friendly and you freeze up. Come on, we'll get in that train, like I say, and I'll buy you a little drink.
Let me go! Hey, mister. What do you want? Let the lady go. You're looking for trouble, ain't you? No. He tried to force me
onto the train. He wanted me to drink with him. Now, don't you worry, miss. He won't bother you. You
won't mind, in it, not till you bust it in. Ab Laster, huh? How do you know my name? Well, I heard you tell the lady.
Real snoopy, ain't you? Sometimes. You know what you're getting into, mister? No. Why don't you tell me? I'll show you.
You're packing a gun, but I don't always use it. You hit him. This gun's safer with me. Here, Chester, put his gun
on your belt. Yes, sir. He's gonna be awful mad, ain't he? I'll kill him. I swear I'll kill him. He's gonna fight some more.
No, he isn't. Get on the train, mister. You tricked me. Get aboard while you can still walk. Mister,
we get to dodge. You're gonna wish you'd never seen me. I'm wishing that already. Now, move.
I'm sorry for all the trouble. That's no trouble, miss. I didn't mean to get you into a fight. It
wasn't your fault. But I always feel that it is. What? Why, just my being a woman, I guess. You know.
Well, there won't be any more trouble than this. Not till we get to dodge anyway. Come on. Let's get aboard.
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Oh, what do you think of Dodge, Rita? I can't tell much from the depot, Marshal. Oh,
we'll show you the rest. Chester, go get her baggage, will you? Well, I... Yes, sir. Dodge
kind of frightens me, Marshal. Oh, why? Well, I'm only a woman and I've heard so much about
the terrible things that go on here. Now, don't you worry, Rita. Nothing will happen to you.
I do feel safer when you're around. Marshal! Oh, excuse me a minute, Rita. It's that same man.
Yeah, what do you want, Lester? Now they tell me that you're Marshal Dillon. Well, now there's two
of us, Marshal. This is my partner, Joe Garrett. Lester says you made things bad for him in Wichita,
Marshal. Oh, is that so? He says you stole his gun, too. He can pick it up at my office sometimes.
I just don't like what you did, Dillon. Well, I didn't do it for you, Lester. All right. Now,
we're taking some horses up north for a few days and then we'll be back. I'll be here. I'll be here
every day. What did those men want, Marshal? Nothing, Rita. Nothing important. I'll bet there's going to
be more trouble over me, isn't there? Now, don't you worry about it. We'll find you a room and then
I'll take you over to the Long Branch and introduce you to Kitty Russell. She's half owner of the place.
Oh, come on. Chester's waiting. Well, there he is. Come on in, Matt. It's your
office. How have you been, Doc? Fine, fine. Chester's been telling me about this little new girl,
Rena Decker. Sounds like a mighty sweet little apple. Is that what Chester said? No, I didn't say
that at all. That's what you meant, Chester. But is it true, Matt? Well, you can go see for yourself,
Doc. I think she'll be working at the Long Branch tonight. Oh, Kitty Hyder. Well, I left them talking
together about an hour ago. Good. I'll drop by that night if I have time. Oh, you'll find time,
Doc. Well, I will if some idiot doesn't fall off his horse, jump out of a window or something,
go get himself shot. Leave him die. It'll be worth it. Leave him die. It's a good thing nobody has
to depend on a Ciborite like you, Chester. I don't know what that means, but it sure don't sound nice.
Then don't ever let me catch you sailing. Oh, it's Kitty. Come on in, Kitty. Join the fun. I'm
afraid I'm going to spoil the fun, Doc. Oh, what's trouble, Kitty? I thought I'd better come tell you
before you hear it from her, Matt. What? Rena Decker isn't going to be working at the Long Branch. Oh?
Well, why not? I didn't hire her. You didn't hire her? Forever more? Oh, I... Well, I'm not saying she isn't
pretty and all that, Chester, but I've seen her kind too often. They mean nothing but trouble. Well,
I don't understand, Kitty. She seems like a nice little girl. You men are all alike. Pretty face
throws you every time. Now, Kitty, I have no interest in her beyond trying to help her the way I'd help
anybody. Who started that fight in Wichita, Matt? Well, Ab Lester. He was annoying her. She didn't
lead him on, huh? Oh, now, Kitty, you're being unfair. That girl's here all alone. She doesn't
know anybody and she needs a job. Sure, and when I had to leave her at the bar a few minutes after
you brought her in, she almost got another fight started. Now, why would she do that? Some women
like men fighting over them. I see. Now, Kitty, what really is it that you don't like about her?
Doc hasn't seen her yet, huh? No, no, no, but I'm sure interested now, Kitty. Yeah, you'll be just
as stupid as they are. Not Kitty. All right, just to show you, I'll hire her. But don't blame me
when somebody gets killed, because it's bound to happen. Mr. Dillon? Yeah, what, Triss?
Looks like Miss Kitty was wrong, don't it? It's been two days, but she didn't put any time limit
on it. What do you think it is she's got against Reena, anyway? Sometimes a woman takes a dislike
to another woman and nobody ever knows exactly why, just here. They're sure hard to track,
ain't they? They got their ways, I guess. But then so have we. That's right. We ain't always so plain
and simple, are we? Where are you going? Those men in front of the long branch. They're gonna fight,
Mr. Dillon. Look at them. They're about to draw. Hold it, you men! They're both down. Go get Doc,
Chester. They look dead to me. Get him anyway. I'll see if I can find out what this is all about.
Anybody know these men? Hell, I didn't see you here, Kitty. Hello, man. Maybe you know these men,
huh? Just a couple of riders. I don't even know their names. Well, what started it? You
wouldn't believe me if I told you. What do you mean? Talk to her about it. Who? I'll go with you.
All right. Marshall, wasn't it terrible? I was so scared. Reena, have you any idea what started this?
Oh, I don't know, Marshall. I was talking to them at the barn and they suddenly got mad at each
other and they came out here. That's all I know. What were you talking about, Reena? Nothing. Just
talking. And why'd they get mad? You know how men are. Yeah, I know. I know how some of them are.
See you later, Matt. Yeah, sure, Kitty. Marshall. What, Reena? Sometimes it's an awful burden being
a woman. You understand, don't you? I don't know, Reena. I'm not sure what I think.
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My goodness, Mr. Dillon, I sure would hate to be buried that way. Like them two fellas,
nobody not knowing who you are, not even a marker on your grave. It's a sad, poor way to end them.
Yeah. It's been troubling you too, ain't it? Some, yeah. You've been awful quiet since yesterday.
I've been thinking, Chester. Oh, I'm going to the long branch here. You want to come? Sure I do.
Pretty busy, ain't they? Uh-huh. Hello, Matt. Chester. Oh, Miss Kitty. You weren't at the
burying, Kitty. No. Is Rena around? Right over there at the bar with two men, as usual. Oh.
Mr. Dillon, look at that blaster and that Garrett fella. Yeah. I didn't know they were back in town.
It didn't take Rena long to find out. What do you mean? She brought him in with her when
she came to work. But then, of course, she and Lassiter are old friends by now. Now Kitty. Why
don't you go over to the bar there, Matt? Have a drink on the house. Why? Eavesdrop a few minutes.
You might learn something. All right, Kitty. I will. Miss Kitty, could you see me? Are you really
going to take me to dinner, Mr. Lassiter? Oh, why, sure. Honey, you bet I am. What about me?
Ain't I invited? Huh? Well, I guess that depends on Mr. Lassiter. Yeah. Well, some other time,
Garrett. This here's going to be my night tonight. Well, you make it sound like Mr. Garrett's not
wanted. Well, he ain't. You don't have to treat him like he's a dog. Well, I ain't treating him like
he's no dog. Am I, Garrett? Well, of course you are. No man's going to put up with that,
is he, Mr. Garrett? Well, no. No real man is. No, bye, golly. Now, you take it back, Lassiter.
What? Oh, go on, Garrett. Go on. Leave us alone. I ain't taking no more. Get your gun out, Lassiter.
All right, Garrett. That's how you want it. You killed him. You killed him, Ab. Give me your gun,
Lassiter. No. Give it to me. How you expect to take a man's gun when he's already got it in his hand,
Marshal? Don't be a fool. He killed him, Marshal. Don't let him get away with it. Shut up, Reno.
Don't back away now, Marshal. You stay where you are. Rena's tricked you into two fights already,
Lassiter. You're going to let her do it again? Stand still. She likes men fighting over her.
Don't you see, then? Leave her out of this. Now stand still. You put up your gun, Lassiter. No.
Oh, Marshal, I was so worried. I thought sure he'd kill you. Oh, I was so scared. Rena,
four men have died because I wouldn't believe Kitty about you. What? Now you get out of Dodge.
Now. And don't ever come back. Well, Kitty? It's not your fault, Matt. Yes, it is, Kitty.
And I hope you never let me forget it.
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Accu-Raid. They satisfy the most. Try Chesterfield. There for real. 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 by Rex Corey. Sound patterns by Tom
Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Lynn Allen, Lawrence Dobkin, and Harry Bartel.
Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
Who'd want a steak without the flavor or a rose without the scent? No, you want it for real.
And the same thing goes for smoking. You smoke for real. So why filter your fun? Why not go for
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