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Around Dodge City and in the territory on the west, there's just one way to handle the
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Gun Smoke, starring William Conrad.
The 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 chance a job that makes a man watchful and a little lonely.
Matt.
Huh?
Matt, wait a minute.
Ah, hello Kitty.
Is the long branch on fire or something?
Of course not.
What do you mean?
I can't figure anything else that'd get you up this early in the morning.
Twice a year, Matt.
Today's one of the days.
You going to breakfast?
Yeah, you want to join me?
Thank you, sir.
Where do we go, Delmonico's?
That's the only place open before ten o'clock.
Are the mornings always like this, Matt?
What?
It's so crisp and clear.
Oh yeah, most always.
The best part of the day, as a matter of fact.
It's peaceful.
I guess that's the feeling.
That's the only time a day Dodge is peaceful.
That little shaver's in a big hurry about something.
That's Hank Marvel's kid, Beanie, they call him.
Well, he stopped at the jail, man.
Yeah, wait a minute, Kitty.
Yeah.
Hey, Beanie.
What's the matter, Beanie?
We've got to come up to the ranch, Marshal.
Run away.
It's my pop.
He's been shot.
Been shot?
Well, how bad is he?
He's dead.
Where is he, Beanie?
In the barn, Doc.
I'll show you.
Are you coming with me?
No, Doc.
Chester, you go on with Doc.
I want to talk to Miss Marvel first.
All right, Kitty.
Miss Marvel?
Come in, Marshal.
Thank you, ma'am.
I, uh, I'm sure sorry to hear about this.
Just a few hours ago, Hank was sitting there eating his breakfast.
Now he's dead.
Where did it happen, Miss Marvel?
Down by the creek.
He was laying there on the ground, shot to death.
Beanie and me got him into the buckboard and brought him back.
You have any idea how he was shot?
No, Marshal, no idea at all.
Hank didn't have no enemies.
He got along with everybody.
When did that happen, right after he left home?
Half hour maybe.
Him and Beanie left together.
I was going to make soap today and I just got the kettle set up out there in the yard
when Beanie come riding back half out of his wits.
Was Beanie with him at the time?
No.
Hank left him at the pumpkin patch and went on alone.
We raised some pumpkins along the slope below the edge of the bluff.
That's Hank's favorite kind of pie pumpkin.
He always said, well, he, he liked it better than any other kind.
Anderson, did Beanie hear the shot?
Yes, and he rode along the bluff to see if maybe Hank had shot a deer.
And then he seen his father laying down there by the creek.
Did he see anything else, anybody around?
No, it's awful brushy down there in the bottoms.
You're kind of short on neighbors around here, aren't you?
Well, there ain't any at all, Marshal.
There's just the Badlands under the west and the Circle D spread comes up against us on
the other side.
The Circle D's got a line cabin around here, haven't they?
Well, it's about a mile and a half north.
They got the same rider staying there, Jack Teague?
Yes.
You, uh, folks see much of him?
Well, he stopped by a few times.
As far as I know, there's been a little talk around Dodge about Teague and...
And about me too, I know.
And it's a lie, Marshal.
Well, I didn't mean anything, man.
It's just that they say that he...
Now, he's a chaser.
Hank heard the same stories and the same lies.
That's why you ordered Jack Teague off the place.
No?
Well, when was that?
Last night.
Oh, that's a long time ago.
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Well, man, I guess that's it.
The bullet caught him in the back on the shoulder blade.
He never knew what hit him.
You got the bullet, Doc?
Yeah, he, uh, rifle of some kind, looks like.
Yeah, small caliber though, nothing like a Sharp's 50.
No, more like one of those light Winchester's.
That won't help you much.
Plenty of both kinds around.
Yeah, I know.
Well, you and Chester riding back in the Dodge now?
Now I want to take a look at the place where it happened.
The kid's gone along in shorts.
Where'd you get to, Mr. Dillon?
On a house with his mother, I guess.
She's pretty upset.
But at least she's lucky to have the boy left.
It might be hard for a woman to keep this place up by herself.
Yeah, it sure wouldn't.
It's an awful nice little ranch.
I wish I had it.
You wish it.
Are you thinking about the ranch Chester or the widow?
Oh, no, Doc.
No, it's all right.
I can't see as I blame you.
She's a mighty pretty woman.
Well, sure she is.
And so they're gone young looking.
It's hard to think of her as having a kid like that, eight or nine years old.
She sure is a pretty little thing.
Don't you think so, man?
Yeah, she's pretty all right, Doc.
Maybe she's too pretty.
There's where he was, Marshal.
Laying right there on the trail.
All right, Beanie.
Let's take a look, Chester.
I come riding along the bluff up there after I heard that old shot.
And I got right there at the point where I see them laying here.
Uh-huh.
Your mother was right.
There's plenty of brush in here.
Well, he's covered enough for a tribe of Comanches.
You think maybe it was Comanches?
Oh, well, no, Beanie.
I was just saying that.
I sure ain't much to go on, Mr. Jones.
Nothing.
With all this brush for men to hide in by being seen.
To hide in, yeah, but getting away after it'd be a different story.
Anybody up there on the edge of that bluff ought to be able to see a man moving down
here whether he was a foot or a horseback.
Yeah, lots of open spaces you'd have to cross.
Yeah.
Beanie, you were up there on the edge of the bluff, huh?
Well, yes, sir, I was.
But I didn't see nobody.
Nobody though, Marshal.
Uh-huh.
Were you there last night when your pa ordered Jack Teague off the place?
Yes, sir.
That was quite a ruckus, I imagine.
It sure was.
Pa was mad and he got Mama crying.
Mr. Teague was awful man too when he left.
I imagine a boy your age might be a little scared of a fella like Teague, huh?
Yes, sir.
Mom was scared of him too, Marshal.
She told Pa he was a bad man to cross.
Yeah.
I want you to tell me something, Beanie.
From up there on the bluff, who did you see riding away?
I see Mr. Teague.
I think that line cabins just around the next turn, yonder, Mr. Gillinger.
Yeah, I caught a glimpse of it from back up the trail away.
Oh, God, at all you'd think they'd clear out some of this cussed brush from along the trail.
I bet they'd be some good hunting along these bottoms though when the deer starts drifting
down from the north.
Well, maybe we'll give it a try in the next couple of weeks or so.
Yeah, I'll get my old Springfield out and clean it up some.
Pull up, Jesse.
Huh?
There's a cabin.
Yeah.
Let's go on foot from here.
There's a horse tied there at the corner.
Yeah, all saddled up.
Bedroll tied on behind.
Looks like maybe Teague's figuring on moving.
Hit the ground.
Reckon we come to the right place.
Yeah, it looks that way.
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We ain't making no move, Mr. Dillon.
He's still there though.
That cabin ain't much protection.
Build out of Sheikh Sidon's.
Yeah, but we ought to show him that Chester.
Might convince him.
Hey, Teague.
You don't act very convinced, do you?
Not be a fool, Teague.
Those wolves won't even slow down a bullet.
Now come out with your hands up.
All right then.
Hold it, Marshal.
Hold it.
All right, come on out then.
That last bullet must have breathed on him.
All right, hold it.
Take that as far enough.
I knowed I was in for it when June rode over and told me Hank was shot.
June?
Yeah, Miss Marvel.
That's why I was trying to get away.
I knowed I wouldn't have a chance.
Teague Hank's boys saw you.
He saw me?
He saw me at what?
Right away, right after his dad was shot.
Well, that's a lie.
I weren't even near them bottoms this morning.
You got a rifle here?
Sure.
I got a Sharps 50.
And it's been fired too.
I tried for a deer this morning.
Hank Marvel wasn't killed with a Sharps.
You got a small bore here, a light Winchester maybe?
Of course not.
It's a woman's gun, Marshal.
Marshal?
Miss Marvel.
I wasn't expecting you back so soon.
This is something I had to check on, ma'am.
Won't you come in?
No, no, no thanks.
I've got a couple of questions at home.
Have you talked to Mr. Teague?
I arrested him.
What?
Chester took him into Dodge.
Is Beanie here, Miss Marvel?
No, he went out along the bluff where he stacked them pumpkins.
Raccoons are always getting into them.
They come out sometimes just before dark.
Why do you want to see Beanie, Marshal?
I just wanted to talk to him and so.
Well, if it's something I can tell you...
There's one thing you can probably tell me.
What kind of a rifle did your husband own?
Well, the only one he ever used was the Sharps 50.
Is that the only one he owned?
No, there's a light Winchester out in the barn, but...
Marshal, if you've arrested Mr. Teague, why are you asking all these questions?
You know how to use a rifle, Miss Marvel.
Of course I do.
Hank taught me.
If you get anybody living out here on the prairie, you ought to know how to shoot.
All right, I won't take any more of your time now, Miss Marvel.
Goodbye.
Got him.
By golly, I got him.
That was a good shot.
Marshal, I didn't hear you come up.
Well, I kept quiet.
I saw you trying to get a sight on that coon.
Sit down, Beanie, I want to talk to you.
Sure, Marshal.
That darn old coon sure won't get no more than pumpkin.
No, I guess he won't.
That your mother's Winchester?
Well, yeah, Pop got it for her.
But she said it's part mine, too.
That's a fine-looking gun.
It sure is, Marshal.
It was just a mighty fine gun, that's all.
Did you find Mr. Teague?
Yeah, I found him.
Beanie, he said he wasn't down there on the bottoms this morning.
But I seen him, Marshal, plain as anything.
I was just talking to your mother.
She's a mighty fine woman, Beanie.
She ain't no woman.
She's a girl.
Oh?
She's a lot younger than Pop was.
She's pretty near eleven years younger.
She and your Pop get along pretty well, do they?
Well, he made her cry sometimes.
Like last night, after Mr. Teague left.
And again this morning, too.
What happened this morning?
Same thing.
He was telling her about Mr. Teague.
She was going to make soap.
And mostly I help her when she does.
Them kettles is real heavy.
But this morning, he wouldn't let me.
Is that so?
He made me come here to the pumpkin patch.
Said a little work would be good for her.
Help get her feet back on the ground.
I don't like it, Marshal, when he makes Mama cry.
I get all funny inside.
I see.
Beanie, I guess you'd do just about anything for your mother, wouldn't you?
Sure I would.
Beanie Teague wasn't down there this morning.
Well, sure he was.
You didn't see him.
You know that and I know it.
Now why did you say you did?
I hate him, Marshal.
And you kept saying I must have seen somebody.
So finally I said it was him.
Why do you hate him?
Because if it hadn't been for him, it wouldn't have happened.
Pop wouldn't have made her cry if Mr. Teague hadn't come around.
But Pop got on and he kept coming back.
He kept bothering her.
So I said it was him I'd seen.
Mama and me don't need nobody like him coming around.
You really didn't see anybody this morning, did you?
No, sir.
You shot your father yourself, didn't you?
Yes, sir.
I didn't go to do it, sir.
It was just all of a sudden.
Them pumpkins could have waited, Marshal.
Them soap kettles are so heavy.
Yeah, I guess they are, Beanie.
How old are you?
Eight.
Per denier nine, sir.
Per denier nine, huh?
Well.
What do you think will happen to you, Marshal?
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You know, on the high plains, a man lived hard and worked hard, and the years slipped
by in a hurry.
Next week, a man returning to Dodge finds that everything has changed because he stayed
away too long, and his plan for changing things back calls for the murder of his brother.
And that was the West.
Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon,
U.S. Marshal.
The script was specially written for Gunsmoke by Les Crutchfield, with editorial supervision
by John Meston.
The music was composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
And the patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James.
Featured in the cast were Gene Bates, Butch Bernard, and John Danaer.
Harley Bear is Chester, Howard McMear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
Join us again next week for another story on Gunsmoke.