Around god City and in the territory on West. There's just one way to
handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's with the US Marshall and the
smell of gunsmoke, guns vote storrying. William Conrad. The Story of the
Violence that moved West with Young America. The story of a man who moved
with it. Matt Dylan, United States, Marshall, Hey, you pretty
traveled. You listen to me. You gotta get welcome to Dutch City.
Papa like it. Hey you Amason? I said, you are you addressing
Mason? I reckon, I am you're a preacher. Not exactly, you
are dressed like a preacher. If he'll excuse me, back up, fancy
pants. You ain't no preacher. I'll figure out making you dance some for
the folks. You think you can hear on me, dude, I said,
dance dance on the next shot will take off one of your toes.
I don't think i'd like that, Doc, No, all right, so
and put up the gun. Marsha. You's got a wild and lily town
here. Marshall, you move aside. I'm gonna make this grin and dude
kick off his heels for us. I'd said that might be quite a trick
throwing, unless he's changed a lot since that last minty happy doc. Not
for the good Matt. I was afraid, will you casey faced tender?
But I said, for your phone. He's drunk, doctor, he's dead.
You just don't know it yet. I'll take it good if you'd make
me later at my office. All right, man, for you were that's
sure a lot of talk. Now I'm gonna shoot that dude's boot heels.
Retire one shot, and I'll pistol whip you a thorn. What's that?
I'm kind of forgetting who's holding a gun? And say I wasn't forgetting?
Oh my wrisk? You broke my wrist. I dobted. Now let's go
to jail. You can't put me in jail. IM for him finling move?
Oh you would like? He'll be jack about this, and I will
too do that. He might be grateful to me for saving your neck.
You pull some fool stunt stone, But you've never been closer to Dine than
just a minute ago. Do you mean from that fancy pant I gotta handle
sick flack him. That makes sure a lot of men I can name a
dozen pretty good gun hands who can't handle one of it. Why that's stock
Holiday, Mattock. It sounds worse stuck. Yeah, I got orders to
go to Arizona. Air is dry there better for my lung going, I
thought I might. Why it invited me to visit him? He and Virgil
Morgan is the law down there, a little mining town called Tombstone. So
it sounds peaceful and it isn't. There will be by the time White Herb
gets through. He is the peacemaking his man I ever met outside of you,
matt who was the telehead down at the depot anyway, No, Thorn,
he just a spoiled kid kid, couldn't be much younger than you.
Sure, but Thorn never grew up. His father has coddled him and protected
him and gotten him out of scrapes ever since he was a fuck. He's
never had to be a man. That was Big Jack whitt nursing, Big
Jack Big Jack Finley. No, you know him, I've heard of him.
Well, that figures he owns about half of Kansas. Starr in a
box, runs more cars, and he can count, swings a lot of
weight and dodge too much. Mister Dolon, mister doing somebody's head the dog
holler. They had come into town today and he, oh, excuse me,
it's all right, Chester. Let you shake hands with him. Don't
mind if I shake with my left hand. Kind of habit. Yeah,
I know, mister Dylan has the same habit he would. How about dinner
tonight? Man? Sure? Sure? How long are you being dodge?
Not long? Just till I finish the chore? Oh? But sure?
Have anything to do with Big Jack Finley, I say so. It's gonna
kill him, all right, Dylan, turn him loose. You forgot to
close the door. Mister Finley. You're going to turn my boy loose,
so I'm gonna have to do it for you. You got a rid of
habeas corpus writ Thorn didn't commit no cry charges are dropping, disorderly, disturbing
the peace, and attempted assag with a deadly weapon. I was you still
need a writ. But man, Nathan does what I say? And you
know it. Don't you think I can get a rid? I'm sure you
can and will you always do? Then what's the point doing. It's just
a lot of useless red tape. It's a law. Close the door on
the way out, all right, Thorn, didn't I tell you, Big
Jackel get me out? When are you going to learn? You can't slave
the speech? The law can't touch a Findley. You ought to get smart,
Marshall like you? Sure like me? Hi, Big Jack? You
okay? So I'm fine anything else? S Lister Finley. Why, oh
my boy here is a little boisterous sometimes, I know, high spirited.
You understand, huh huh? So so I want to put a stop to
all this nonsense of yours, arresting him every time he kicks up his heels
a bit. Go on, Well, I'm offering you a job, let's
say, protecting my interests two hundred a month and no work. Naturally,
I see, we understand each other perfectly, no work, of course.
All I have to do is just shut my eyes whenever Junior here breaks the
law. I said, we understand each other. There's no need to elaborate
on it, Dylan, there's a big need. Only how do I explain
to a person like you that some men don't wear a price tag? How
do I explain how I feel about a so called respectable citizen making the law
has private doormat? Hey, you're nothing but the stupid gunman I've always thought
you were Unstan. You took the part of Doc Holiday against my son.
I kept Thorn from committing suicide. Yeah, you sided with a notorious killer
against an important citizen of this community. I'm telling you I don't want him
in Dodge tomorrow. Doc may be a gunfighter, but he's clear with a
law. Finley and a better man than your son will ever be. What
boy that hurts? Doesn't it cute? I'm serving notice, Mushall, you
run the killer out of Dodge City, or I'll do it myself. Big
Jack Finley, cattleman and self made king of Southern Kansas, no better or
worse than most of the men carbon empires out of the West until love for
his son blinded into the fact that Thorn Fenley had gone bad. And from
here on I knew the war was on between Big Jack and me. So
Big Jack Bentley's gonna run me out of town unless I do it first.
For home, I do something naughty man, and he's threatened a man's life,
and just between friends, man, anything else stuck not murder, murder?
I think give him an even bright with you. That's still murder.
Don't you think you better tell me about it? What if I don't tell
you how then my job still Warren Finley and try to protect him. You're
a tough man to be friends with. Man, it applies to you too,
de guys, maybe bead at that didn't realize how I put you on
the spot by spopping off my good intentions. Sorry, forget it, forget
it. You want to talk to me all right? Remember girl named Ruth
Davis died in a riding accident a few months ago. I always wanted if
that wasn't suicide. She lost her brother two weeks before then. No accident,
no suicide. You're sure? Sure? You know? Ruth and her
brother ran a ranch along A man started pestering Ruth and she hated him.
Her brother kicked the man off the ranch. The spell of drag ghost.
Ruth's brother made it look like a robbery. You have any proof of this?
Yeah, Ruth was afraid to go to the law, so she's not
letter to me. Hen't read it yourself. She says the man was Thinley
and says she expects him to try and shut her up with good. Well
that doesn't mean it's big Jack. I went to see Ruth's folks. They
had her belongings among them. I found this watch Chaine engraved JF on the
class Jack Finley. You see why I've got to kill hi, Matt.
He forced Ruth's horse over that cliff. Sure, but do you still think
she died accidentally? No? But who's responsible is something for a court to
decide. Court. With Finley's money and influence, he wouldn't spend five days
in jail even if he was convicted, which you wouldn't be. He doesn't
know him. The court maybe not, but it's still the most powerful man
in the state against a dead girl who's the only friend is Doc Holiday,
How do you think a judge will decide? Doc? I'm going to ask
you a favor, make it one I can give. I got an idea,
but you must let me handle it my way. Give the law a
chance, all right, Matt. I can wait, thank you. I'll
keep this letter in chain for a while, all right. But if the
law fails, I'll brace Big Jack finily when he walks out of the courthouse,
and you'll be bracing two men. Do Finley and me come in?
H An Marshall looks like to be a fine dame. Well, you're up
kind of early just to bring me a weather report, don't you, Judge
Nathan. Uh, oh, well I wanted to see you. I go
right ahead. Do you mind if I finished shaven? Oh? Please do?
I just thought i'd chat with you about the lot of the friendlies.
Uh. Yeah, yeah. It seems a big Jack's very upset by your
attitude. I'm not surprised he's You're a little rough on your boy. I
am then his boys a little runner. Yeah, wow, Raft Thorny is
a high spirited like yesterday. Yesterday it was just quaint high. Tell me,
Judge Nathan, how do you like being on friendlies payroll? Uh?
You know you used to be a pretty decent person. Oh you can't talk
to me? Yes, I can. I'm setting a copy of Thorn's record
of the governor. Governor, and whether I'm sending the list of the rich
you've issued to get him out of jail and a copy of the court records.
I've only tempered my justice with mercy, That's all. Thorn's been arrested
for eighteen offenses, convicted of ten, spent no time in jail, and
payed a total of fifteen dollars in fines. I'd say you've been very merciful.
You said you were sending this to the governor. You haven't actually mailed
it yet. No, you got a knob. Not that I don't feel
justified in any decisions I'd made, But there's such a report might cause and
do talk at the capitain ruin your political hopes. Well, my conditions are
simple. Get off Finley's payroll now, very well, and give me cooperation
from here on, no matter who's involved. Do that and I show the
report. Uh good, mister Dillon. Troubles are making? What kind of
trouble Chester? It's big Jack Finley, mister Dotan. He's rounding up his
crew at the Aliphraganza. They're gonna ride Doc Holliday out of town on a
rail. Did you cut yourself shaving? Doc? Doc? Wake up?
Doc? It's Matt Oh, what's up? Trouble? Lots of trouble that
Jack Finley is organizing a little citizens committee of his own hand picked men coming
to West Court. You out of town on a rail. Yeah, that's
the general idea. Here. Take a shot, though, Yeah, I'll
hide it under the covers modest like I'll wait against the walls good and it'll
put them in a crossfire that comes to that. There's enough. I'm wearing
a spot and likely who you are, you're risking your neck to save me
some bruises. When I owe you, friend, Matt, it's my job,
still one I owe you at all? Right, stop right there,
I'll shoot the man who takes another step. You think you're going to stop
us staling? I think so, me and Duck Duck show him Doc,
sure thing, Marshall, Look boys, surprise, I sure do love surprises.
I've got a dozen men with me, well sure about six of them
will die. Bet if you don't crawl out of here. Fight and guess
who'll die first? Big Jackie, you're there, Moncrief always figured you for
some brains. Get your boss out of here quick, sure talking. Since
Big Jack shut up on creef you showing yellow opn man, there's nothing here
for us to die over. Listen to him, Finny, that greiner Doc
is holding has eighteen buck shopping. Each barrel gets slaughtered if he triggers that
thing. And I'm getting Edgie Finley in me. If I get a coffin
spell, I'm liable to shoot without meaning to. All right, this is
twice you have made a findly back down. You'll never get a third chance.
Let's get out of here, man. When you're gonna arrest it when
I'm ready, not long, I hope, not getting impatient to see that
man dead. I got your messy, Marshall. I hope it's important.
It is moncrief. How long you have been foreman for Big Jack? Fifteen
sixteen years? You know him pretty well. Would he be the kind to
kill a girl? No, of course not, because he'd kill a man
if he got mad enough. But he wouldn't kill no girl, Marshall.
But I have proof that he did a girl and her brother. But it
doesn't set right. I'm hoping you can help. What's your proof, Marshall.
A letter that names Finley is the man Ruth Davis wrote it for.
She died Ruth Davis, and his watch chain was found with her belongings.
It's engraved on the I know I was with Big Jack when he brought this
chain in Chicago. It was right after his wife died. Big Jack wear
it all the time. You wrote the right hunch, Marshall. Wow,
Thorn is your man, just like you figure he had a n for the
day of his girl, but he kept it quiet because he didn't want to
know. She throwed him over. But the watch chain big Jack gave that
to Thorn on his twenty fifth birthday. Whole ranch contestify to that? Good?
All right, thank you Moncrief. You got to try and arrest Thorn.
Why if Big Jack believes Thorn killed that girl, he'll break his heart
broke her neck. If he don't believe it, then he'll protect Thorn and
Marshall. There's not enough lawmn in the state of Kansas to make Big Jack
give up his son. Yeah, oh you Marshall and John Holliday doctors.
Is Judge Nathan uh huh Holiday? Oh yes, I've heard of you.
I've heard of you too, Judge wonder which has heard the worst? What's
that? Why? I judge, I'm here on business. Oh of course,
come in. Wont you in my study here so we won't be disturbed?
Oh? What is it? Marshall? I want you to swear out
a warrant for Thornton Finley's arrest charge murder. Are you sure you I want
to go with me? Doctor, I'm sure all right? Hold up your
right hand. No, Matt, you wouldn't make me a lawma. If
you go, you go as my deputy. I'm not letting you make this
a private fight. And with my friends if they hear I wore a star.
All right, man, it's your show. You swear to uphold and
enforce the laws of this community, the state of Kansas, and the United
States, to the best of your ability as Deputy Marshalls. So help you
God. All of that, all of that I swear here. Put on
this patch all right, man. You know I'm feeling this badge is going
to cramp my style something terrible. Better breathe our horses going up through this
patch. We've still got a good ride ahead. How far about ten miles?
What do you think, Matt Billet fight? Oh there, you houstle,
grab some clouds. He has high. You'll queens on the other side
of the path behind you. That's being smart, Dylan, queen will drop
you if you touch a gun. Bite. You're handy at this bushwacking,
not sh thorn. If di's all right, My slug seems to have bounced
off his thick skull. Good man, let's pull your teeth better. You
do it with your left hand. Reached down in across slow, put your
gun out with your fingertips and toss it away. Nervous, just cautious,
or maybe this queen doesn't exist haunt Thorn. Queen. Queen's one of Dad's
men. But I pay him extra to work for me. Any more questions,
I guess not. Here's my gun the rifle. Next, I got
a pen knife in my pants pocket. You know why Holiday came to Dodge?
Yeah, yeah, I guess you do. Who you wouldn't be riding
with him, and he's not going to tell any stories. So my dad
or anyone else you can't kill us. He is not planning on killing you.
And what have you got planned? A queen's kind of a magician.
He's going to make Holiday just disappear. Folks won't care much about one of
his kinds. I would, I care so much. I'd hang you for
it. No. No, with Holiday gone, it's your word against mine,
and he won't be able to approve a thing. Dylan, You sure
of that, I'm sure Otherwise I take care of you along with Holiday.
Now get on and start walking back to town. It's like I told you,
law can't touch of Finley. There was no time for heroic so I
walked. When I reached the turn, I got back through the rocks,
but it was too late. They were gone with them, the horses,
guns and holiday. Two miles up the road, I found my horse turned
loose. It was a mindful of cold hate. I raced onto the star
in a box on the front porch of the rash off and watched King Jack's
man hold it right there out of my way, mister Iman, no mood
to shake hands? Were you ahead? Law man? You don't hear?
Well? Where's Holiday? How should I know? Get off my ranch?
And where's that prized son of yours? Trot him out? I want him?
Do you know what? Not for Thorn? Put that gun away?
Oh no, this is just in case the Marshall loses his tenth. I've
lost a junior, sure, Dylan, I've had all. I'm going to
stand from you. I just think you have Where's holiday? Thorn? Where
queen take him holiday? Why? I haven't the faintest idea Where is Queen
dad? Riding bench? Language? Will you Marshall? We don't know where
your friend is. You're under arrest. N what said? Ask him to
show the warrant here? Rated findlay. Oh no, no, that that's
not possible to judge. Wouldn't show warned without proof. He has proof,
Thorn, This is a lie. Thorn couldn't be kilty of murdered. No,
take a look at his face. Son, Daddy's trying to frame me.
Don't I can't go away with this. Oh I won't. I won't
get out till a man open your eyes. This is not gonna help you
hurt me. I don't beautive you you want or your proof. I believe
my son, So get off this ranch, get out of the state.
You let me see you again. So help me kill you myself and get
me a buck in the law. You can't middle my own law. You
do hold. But you're supposed to be dead. Queen, what's is the
one who's dead? I carry a knife in my boat just for men like
him. Born God killed me. You are guilty, he sure is,
And if he knows any prayers, he'd better get him over with no doc.
He goes back with us as our prisoner. You're wrong, rushall,
I'll take care of my son dead, You lying murderous sleep please. I
should have strangled down the groop, and I throw myself a friendly books hit
the poor running away from Corn as he raised his gun to fire send in
the doorway, the blood stained, terrible figure of Duck Holiday wanted to action.
His tail hands blurred over his hope for Ruth Thorn, Ruth Dave.
He's ready to leave him at holidays. Thanks Chester, be sure you want
to stay around a while? Doc, Yeah, we're good friends, man,
But you're a peace officer. I guess I'm not a very peaceful man
here, could be, Doc. No, I'm not going to change,
and you shouldn't. Law needs men like you. No, if I stayed,
there's too good at you as I might cross you. Yeah, and
i'd have to meet you over gun barrels. And it's one thing I'm afraid
of. That's along that good luck, doc My. I never would have
thought Doc Holiday was scared of meeting anyone in a gunfight. M you don't
understand Chester. That's a freak because he might beat me. Gun Smoke,
under the direction of Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dylla in US
Marshall Tonight's story was specially written for Gun Smoke by Herb Purdham, with music
composed and conducted by rex Cory featured in our cast where Harry Bartel is Doc
Holliday with Lee Mallar, Nester Piva, Ralph Moody and Tom Tully. Parley
Bear is Chester join us again next week as Matt Dylan US Marshall fights to
bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in Gunsmoke