SOUND:

HORSE FADES ON TO FULL MIKE...ON CUE: RECORDED SHOT

MUSIC:

HOLD UNDER

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FIGURE AND UNDER

WALSH:

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!

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THEME HITS: FULL BROAD SWEEP AND UNDER

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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. (MUSIC: OUT)

MATT:

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 chancey job - and it makes a man watchful...and a little lonely.

MUSIC:

MAIN TITLE

SOUND:

STREET BG...FS ALONG BOARDWALK

CHESTER:

They're getting off the stage already, Mr. Dillon. There's Miss Kitty...she got down first.

MATT:

It's over an hour late. I wonder what held them up.

CHESTER:

Oh, sometimes them drivers just won't bother to hurry. They can be awful stubborn.

MATT:

Anyway it got here.

CHESTER:

I sure hope Miss Kitty enjoyed her visit in Ellsworth. She looks fine, don't she?

MATT:

Who's that she's talking to? Mr. Botkin?

CHESTER:

I didn't know he'd been out of town, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

That's why the bank's been closed, Chester. Mr. Botkin won't trust anybody running it if he isn't around.

CHESTER:

(UP) Hello, Miss Kitty...

KITTY:

(FADES ON) Hello, Chester. Hello, Matt.

MATT:

Have a good trip, Kitty?

KITTY:

Wait'll you hear.

MATT:

Hello, Mr. Botkin.

BOTKIN:

Marshal, we were held up and robbed.

MATT:

Held up?

KITTY:

Back at Rocky Ford, Matt. A lone bandit. He took the box and he robbed Mr. Botkin here.

BOTKIN:

Took everything I had.....over three hundred dollars in cash.

MATT:

Anybody hurt?

KITTY:

The shotgun rider didn't think they were carrying enough in the treasure box to be worth fighting for. I guess he didn't care what happened to the passengers.

MATT:

How much was in the box?

KITTY:

Only about five hundred dollars, the driver said.

MATT:

What about those two other passengers -- and you, Kitty? Didn't he rob you?

KITTY:

He didn't take a thing of mine.

BOTKIN:

He singled me out, Marshal. He must've known I'm a banker.

KITTY:

He made Mr. Botkin put his coat on the ground, and then everybody had to throw everything they were carrying onto it. But all he took was what Mr. Botkin had.

BOTKIN:

I don't understand it at all, Marshal.

KITTY:

He bowed to me, Matt. You should've seen him -- Real gentleman-like.

MATT:

Any idea who it was?

KITTY:

No.

BOTKIN:

He never spoke at all, Marshal. He used his sixgun to tell us what to do.

MATT:

Did you ever see him before?

KITTY:

You couldn't see him. He was wearing a flour sack over his head with eyeholes cut in it...and the rest of him was covered with a long linen duster. He's real clever, that bandit.

MATT:

Well, there must be something -- what kind of horse was he riding?

KITTY:

I never even looked at it.

BOTKIN:

I did. And it was a mighty poor horse, too. It was a bay gelding, Marshal -- with four white stockings and a blaze.

MATT:

Okay, we'll look for it. As soon as I talk to the others.

BOTKIN:

There's something strange about this business, Marshal. Why should I be the only passenger he robbed?

MATT:

If I can find him, I'd like to ask him that myself, Mr. Botkin.

MUSIC:

IN AND UNDER:

MATT:

Neither the driver, nor the shotgun messenger, nor the other two passengers, who turned out to be a couple of homesteaders, could give us any more information on the bandit, so Chester and I saddled up and rode out to Rocky Ford. We found nothing there -- but a half mile further on we spotted the bay gelding, standing alone and unsaddled. I put a rope on him and then we got down to stretch our legs and to take a closer look.

SOUND:

FS TO HORSE

CHESTER:

Mr. Botkin was right, Mr. Dillon. This sure ain't much of a horse.

MATT:

He's good enough, Chester.

CHESTER:

Good for us, you mean...he's put that bandit afoot already....

MATT:

Hey, Chester!

CHESTER:

What?

MATT:

Look at the brand, Chester.

CHESTER:

Why, that's old man Miller's Lazy M.

MATT:

It's Miller's horse, not the outlaw's. Nobody but a fool'd ride a crowbait like that to hold up a stage -- and this man's no fool.

CHESTER:

But everybody saw him on this horse, Mr. Dillon...

MATT:

He borrowed him, Chester...just long enough for the holdup. That way nobody saw his real mount.

CHESTER:

Now, ain't that smart...

SOUND:

MATT TAKES A FEW STEPS LOOKING AT TRACKS

CHESTER:

He head out that way, Mr. Dillon?

MATT:

Yeah. Toward the river. I'm not even going to follow him.

CHESTER:

You're not?

MATT:

Once he hits the river, he'll swim downstream to a cattle crossing and his tracks'll be lost. And he's got about a four-hour start on us, anyway.

CHESTER:

Looks like he's gonna get clean away, don't it?

MATT:

Chester, did you ever hear of Teddy Blue Fisher?

CHESTER:

Teddy Blue Fisher? No sir, I ain't.

MATT:

Well, he's got quite a reputation. I'm surprised you never heard of him.

CHESTER:

What's he so famous for?

MATT:

For robbing the rich and sparing the poor. And for being quite a gentleman about the whole business. Nobody's been able to get enough evidence to charge him with anything that'd hold up in court.

CHESTER:

Why not?

MATT:

Like today -- we haven't got anything on him.

CHESTER:

Well, maybe it wasn't him, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

I'm only guessing, Chester. But it was Fisher or somebody who works like him. He held up the stage and took the box and robbed the only rich man on it. And of course he wouldn't take anything from a lady.

CHESTER:

Good gracious, if I went to the trouble to stop a stage, I'd take everything. He don't sound so smart, after all.

MATT:

It's part of his game, Chester. Everybody in the country'll soon hear about him and there won't be a poor family anywhere that won't hide him and feed him and give him anything he needs.

CHESTER:

He's got them all standing up for him, you mean.

MATT:

That's the way it works.

CHESTER:

You know something, Mr. Dillon -- he sounds kinda like that green Indian they had over in one of them foreign lands one time.

MATT:

What?

CHESTER:

You know---Robin Head. You remember him?

MATT:

Robin Hood, Chester, and he wasn't an Indian. But you're right -- Teddy Blue Fisher works the same way. And outside of pure luck, I don't know how I'm going to stop him.

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SECOND ACT OPENING

SOUND:

DOOR OPENS...FS ENTER....CLOSE DOOR

DOC:

(FADES ON) Hello, Matt..Chester.

CHESTER:

Hello, Doc.

MATT:

You look different, Doc. What've you done to yourself?

DOC:

I had a haircut.

MATT:

Oh...that's it.

DOC:

It wouldn't hurt either of you to get a haircut now and then.

CHESTER:

I can't afford it. Not at no twenty-five cents a throw, I can't.

MATT:

It's all right for you, Doc. You need it -- nobody wants a shaggy medicine man cutting them open.

DOC:

Medicine man. Oh, well. What about you? I suppose the dignity of the law's served best by a couple of molting prairie chickens.

MATT:

Chester!

CHESTER:

Yessir.

MATT:

Take out your gun and shoot him.

CHESTER:

Yes sir. (TAKES GUN OUT..COCKS IT) Hold still, Doc.

DOC:

Go ahead -- shoot. Nothing'll happen to you. Not around here. You'll go free as a bird. You can run around like Teddy Blue Fisher and hold up stages. No trouble at all. Not from the law.

MATT:

Wait a minute, Doc. Who told you about Teddy Blue Fisher?

DOC:

Teeters did. At the barber shop. He said everybody knows about him now.

MATT:

I expected that. But you've got more to tell me, Doc...go ahead.

DOC:

I don't know why I bother, but since I'm already here I guess I might as well --

MATT:

Yeah.

DOC:

Fisher got a haircut just before I did, Matt.

MATT:

(GETS UP) He did? You sure...?

DOC:

He told Teeters who he was.

MATT:

He's not wasting any time. What else did he tell Teeters?

DOC:

Said he was going to stay here and gamble for a few days. He's over at the Long Branch starting now.

MATT:

He's got eight hundred dollars for a stake.

DOC:

You can't prove where he got it, can you?

MATT:

No. But there's something I can do.

DOC:

What's that?

MATT:

Look, Doc, his whole game's based on stealing from the rich. If I can stop it, maybe I can show him up for what he is.

DOC:

You mean you think he's a fake?

MATT:

Did you ever hear any outlaw admit he's nothing but a common thief? And a thief'll steal from anybody, Doc - rich or poor - if he has to.

DOC:

Well, how're you going to stop him, Matt?

MATT:

Well, for one thing I'll put two shotgun men on every stage that goes out of here -- men that'll shoot.

DOC:

That's a good idea. That's a good idea. But I hear Fisher's quite a gunman himself.

MATT:

I know, Doc. I'd throw him in jail without evidence -- But it'd only make him a martyr and people'd think more of him than ever. No, I've got to outsmart him somehow.

DOC:

If you can.

MATT:

Yeah, yeah, if I can.

MUSIC:

BRIDGE

SOUND:

FS ALONG BOARDWALK..ENTER SALOON...TO BAR

KITTY:

(FADES ON) Hello, Matt.

MATT:

Hello, Kitty. Say Kitty, I heard that Teddy Blue Fisher was in here.

KITTY:

He just left. Said he'd be back in a minute. He's quite a fella, Matt.

MATT:

Yeah, he sure is.

KITTY:

You hear what he did?

MATT:

No. What?

KITTY:

He broke the faro bank. Won over a thousand dollars.

MATT:

That won't help.

KITTY:

What do you mean?

MUSIC:

(HONKY TONK PIANO)

MATT:

All the money he's got now he won't have to work at his usual trade. He can loaf around for a long time..

KITTY:

No harm in that is there?

MATT:

It makes the law look pretty foolish, Kitty. And besides he's got to be in action before I can stop him.

KITTY:

You still think he held up the stage, don't you?

MATT:

Well, it's his way of doing things.

KITTY:

Are you going to run him out of town, Matt?

MATT:

I'd sure like to.

KITTY:

Well, now's your chance. Here he comes...

SOUND:

FS FADE ON

FISHER:

(FADES ON) I'll buy you that drink now, Miss Kitty.

KITTY:

There's a man here wants to meet you, first.

FISHER:

How do you do, sir. I'm Teddy Blue Fisher.

MATT:

I'm Matt Dillon.

FISHER:

The pleasure is mine, sir.

MATT:

That's right, the pleasure's all yours.

FISHER:

Coming from anybody else, I'd take that real bad. But I can understand your feeling, Marshal.

MATT:

Then we know where we stand, don't we?

MUSIC:

(PIANO OUT)

FISHER:

It's too bad, Marshal. I'd like to be friends.

MATT:

You're a thief, Fisher...and you're probably a murderer, to boot.

FISHER:

That's a lie, Marshal. I never shot a man in my life -- unless he tried to shoot me.

MATT:

To kill a man who's trying to protect his property is murder the way I figure it.

FISHER:

I'm not going to argue with you, Marshal.

MATT:

No..I didn't think you'd be dumb enough to. That'd be admitting what you are, wouldn't it?

FISHER:

People talk, Marshal. They make up stories. I've never done anything wrong.

MATT:

How long are you figuring on staying in Dodge?

FISHER:

I never plan, Marshal. But I'm living pretty well in Dodge. I kinda like it.

MATT:

Yeah, so I hear.

FISHER:

Only trouble now is to find somebody who's willing to buck me gambling. My luck's been showing too much.

MATT:

Well, I'm sure you'll find somebody, Fisher.

FISHER:

I thank you kindly, Marshal. I hope to. That reminds me -- I wanted to talk to a man over there about it. If you'll excuse me, Miss Kitty -- I'll be right back.

KITTY:

Sure.

FISHER:

I'll buy you a drink, too, Marshal. (BEAT) No? Then some other time...

SOUND:

FS FADE

MATT:

Kitty, I want you to do something for me...

KITTY:

Yeah?

MATT:

You know Vint Butler.

KITTY:

Of course.

MATT:

Okay. When you're talking to Fisher tell him you think maybe Vint'll buck him at faro. Tell him Vint's the one man in Dodge who's got the bankroll and who's enough of a gambler to try it.

KITTY:

Why Matt, you know since Vint went straight he's barely made enough to live on.

MATT:

Don't tell Fisher that.

KITTY:

Well, I don't understand it. But I'll do it.

MATT:

Thanks, Kitty. I'll have Vint here in about a half hour.

MUSIC:

BRIDGE

SOUND:

FS DOWN CORRIDOR TO DOOR...KNOCK...OPEN DOOR

VINT:

[(STARTLED)] Marshal Dillon...

MATT:

It's okay, Vint.

VINT:

Now, Marshal, I ain't [done a thing]...

MATT:

Don't start shaking, Vint.

VINT:

It's not that...you surprised me.

MATT:

I think I'm going to surprise you more. But let's get inside...

VINT:

Sure...come [on] in.

SOUND:

FS ENTER ROOM...CLOSE DOOR

MATT:

Vint, you remember what happened a year ago?

VINT:

I sure do. But Marshal, I've kept my word...I swear I have...

MATT:

As far as I know you have, Vint.

VINT:

Oh, good. You had me worried there.

MATT:

You remember I told you that if you went straight and quit dealing crooked I'd give you a chance.

VINT:

You could've put me in jail the way things were, Marshal.

MATT:

You're the most accomplished man with cards I ever saw, Vint.

VINT:

No. Not any more. I'm no better than any other man now.

MATT:

Tell me something. You know how to win dealing faro?

VINT:

Oh, I used to take them something fierce at faro. It was slaughter...

MATT:

How much money have you got, Vint?

VINT:

A couple of hundred. Why?

MATT:

Is that enough for you to take about two thousand off a man?

VINT:

Two thousand!

MATT:

Dealing crooked.

VINT:

You been drinking or something, Marshal?

MATT:

I'm asking a favor of you, Vint.

VINT:

You really mean it, don't you?

MATT:

Teddy Blue Fisher.

VINT:

What!

MATT:

Kitty's setting him up for you at the Long Branch right now. Go down there and take him. And when you've done it, you come back to my office. I'll be waiting for you.

MUSIC:

BRIDGE

CHESTER:

It's near midnight, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

Vint must be rusty.

CHESTER:

Maybe he's taking his time so as to get the full pleasure out of it.

MATT:

Well, he'd better take his time. If Fisher catches on to him there'll be trouble.

CHESTER:

Want me to go over and see what's happening?

MATT:

No...we'd better stay out of there, Chester. Both of us.

CHESTER:

Yes sir. Here comes somebody...

SOUND:

DOOR OPENS...

CHESTER:

Hey, it's Vint...

SOUND:

FS ENTER...CLOSE DOOR

CHESTER:

How'd you make out, Vint?

VINT:

(FADES ON) Like a bear in spring, Chester. But, Marshal, you said a couple of thousand dollars -- he had nearer twenty-five hundred on him.

SOUND:

CROSSES TO DESK...BILLS AND MONEY ON DESK

VINT:

There it is.

MATT:

Yeah, that's a lot of money, isn't it?

VINT:

Oh, I've fleeced men for more than that in my time.

MATT:

[(CHUCKLES)] I never saw a crook yet that didn't like to brag about it.

VINT:

Now, Marshal -- you made me a crook.

MATT:

It wasn't too hard though, was it, Vint? But you did fine.

VINT:

What're you going to do with all that money, Marshal?

MATT:

I'm going to see that you get some of it, Vint. When the time comes. You've earned it.

VINT:

It's none of my business, Marshal, but I'd sure like to know what this is all about.

MATT:

Fisher's broke now, Vint. His vacation's over. He's got to go back to work.

VINT:

Robbing rich people, huh?

MATT:

Yeah, if he can.

VINT:

I don't envy you trying to catch him, Marshal. From what I hear most everybody in the country's on his side already. They'll make it awful hard for you.

MATT:

Sure - but I'm a gambler, too, Vint.

MUSIC:

BRIDGE

SOUND:

FS ENTER BANK

CHESTER:

If I owned a bank I'd want it busier than this, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

I wouldn't worry about Mr. Botkin, Chester. He makes money even when it's closed. Wait here, will you? I won't be long.

CHESTER:

Okay, sir.

SOUND:

FS CROSS TO OFFICE...OPEN DOOR

BOTKIN:

(OFF) Hello, Marshal. Come in...

SOUND:

FS ENTER...CLOSE DOOR

MATT:

You wanted to see me, Mr. Botkin...

BOTKIN:

I couldn't get away to come tell you, Marshal. I thought you'd like to know right away.

MATT:

Know what?

BOTKIN:

Well, I rode out to Emmett Bower's main ranch this morning. He wanted an appraisal on some new barns he's putting up. And I took two men with me, Marshal -- Clint Jones and Jeff Roberts.

MATT:

They're good men.

BOTKIN:

You bet they are. That same bandit, Marshal, with the flour sack and the linen duster -- tried to surprise us at Twin Grove.

MATT:

What happened?

BOTKIN:

Well, he put a couple of rifle shots near us from about a quarter of a mile away. Thought we'd stop and give up, I guess. But the boys went right after him.

MATT:

They get him?

BOTKIN:

No. He ran. He's got an awful fast horse, Marshal. They couldn't get close enough to even identify him.

MATT:

That's his third attempt at a holdup this week. And his wildest.

BOTKIN:

What're you going to do?

MATT:

He comes to town most every day, Mr. Botkin. The next time he rides out I'm gonna be following him. I think he's through trying to rob people who're ready for him and who'll fight.

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THIRD ACT OPENING

MATT:

Mid-afternoon Teddy Blue Fisher rode into Dodge. He stood around the Plaza for a couple of hours, watched the stage pull out for Abilene with its two professionals riding shotgun, and then, suddenly seeming to make up his mind, he mounted his horse and rode slowly out of town. Shortly after, Chester and I were on his trail. About ten miles north, he stopped at a clump of elder and waited for dusk, and then rode on another couple of miles to the house of a homesteader called Charlie Bowen. It was dark when he went inside, and Chester and I got down and crept up to the place on foot.

SOUND:

QUIET FS UNDER:

CHESTER:

What do you think he's doing here, Mr. Dillon?

MATT:

We'll find out.

CHESTER:

Maybe they're feeding him -- he's been so doggone broke all week.

MATT:

Maybe. Hold up a minute, Chester...

SOUND:

FS STOP

CHESTER:

What is it?

MATT:

You see where he tied his horse?

CHESTER:

Yes sir. He's over behind that wagon.

MATT:

We'11 make real sure of Teddy Blue Fisher. Go over there and unsaddle his horse, Chester, and then slip his bridle off. But don't scare the horse into making a lot of noise.

CHESTER:

I'll lead him off a little before I turn him loose, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

Good. I'll be up by the window nearest the door there.

CHESTER:

All right, sir.

SOUND:

CHESTER WALKS OFF...MATT'S FS TO HOUSE

BOWEN:

(INSIDE) I wish we'd knowed you was coming, Mr. Fisher -- the wife coulda fixed a couple of chickens. This is quite a honor meeting you.

MRS:

There's a little cold pork out in the cellar. And I got a jar of spiced apples left. How's that sound?

FISHER:

Why, sounds fine, ma'am. Just fine. You folks doing pretty well out here, aren't you?

MRS:

We got no complaint. The lord's been good to us.

BOWEN:

We been doing better'n most homesteaders.

FISHER:

Yeah, that's what I thought.

BOWEN:

You did?

FISHER:

Oh, I've ridden by here a couple of times lately. I could see you've got a nice house and some stock. Most folks got nothing but a patch of corn and a sod hut.

MRS:

It's a shame, aint it? The way people have to live.

BOWEN:

That's why we kinda stand behind a man like you, Mr. Fisher. Now I aint saying nothing, but you take a big banker like old Botkin....Why, he's got more money than he knows what to do with. It don't hurt him none to lose a little of it now and then.

FISHER:

That's true. Course bankers don't have all the money in the world.

MRS:

They don't have none of ours. And they never will.

FISHER:

You don't believe in banks, ma'am?

MRS:

No sir. I wouldn't put a penny in them.

FISHER:

That's right smart of you.

BOWEN:

She's like that, Mr. Fisher, she always said our money oughta be right where we could lay our hands on it whenever we want.

FISHER:

Why, of course it somehow depends on how much you've got.

BOWEN:

We been saving all our lives -- must have near eight hundred dollars now.

SOUND:

FS FADE ON

CHESTER:

What's he doing, Mr. Dillon?

MATT:

Talking money, Chester. Quiet now...

FISHER:

Where do you keep your eight hundred dollars, friend?

BOWEN:

It's hid.

FISHER:

Where?

BOWEN:

It wouldn't be right to tell nobody, Mr. Fisher. It's a secret.

FISHER:

You can tell me.

BOWEN:

Oh, no...we can't tell nobody at all.

FISHER:

Yes you can...

BOWEN:

Mr. Fisher -- what're you doing? What's the gun for?

FISHER:

I just want to know where you keep that money.

MRS:

You're not going to rob us -- we're poor.

FISHER:

I've robbed poor people before this.

MRS:

No...no, you haven't.

FISHER:

Don't be fools. Now show me that money...

BOWEN:

You're a fake, Mr. Fisher -- you're a liar...

FISHER:

Sure - but nobody'11 ever find out. I'm going to kill the both of you...

MRS:

No...

FISHER:

But you can live a little longer if you show me where that money is.

MRS:

Don't tell him, Charlie.

BOWEN:

I won't. He aint gonna rob us.

FISHER:

I got to kill you anyway now...Now where do you keep it?

MATT:

I'm going in, Chester. Stay back...

CHESTER:

Yes sir.

SOUND:

MATT MOVES TO DOOR...FLINGS IT OPEN AND STEPS INTO ROOM...

MATT:

Hold it, Fisher.

SOUND:

MATT FIRES ONCE...FISHER DROPS GUN

FISHER:

(REACTS...HIT IN ARM)

MATT:

Don't touch that gun or I'll bust your other arm.

SOUND:

CHESTER ENTERS

MRS:

Marshal - he was gonna shoot us...he was gonna kill us.

FISHER:

What's the matter with you? I was joking. Marshal - you had no cause to shoot me.

MATT:

You're lucky I didn't kill you.

BOWEN:

You should've, marshal. He's nothing but a murderer and a dirty, common thief.

MATT:

I'd rather have him in jail, Bowen...and on public trial.

FISHER:

It was a joke -- I was fooling, I tell you. I never harm people like you and you know it.

BOWEN:

I don't hardly know it.

MATT:

It's all over, Fisher. You're finished. And maybe some other Robin Hoods like you'll be finished, too, when people hear what you're like when you think nobody's watching. Chester - go tie up his arm, --- he's too valuable now to bleed to death.

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"GUNSMOKE" produced and directed by Norman Macdonnell 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 Koury. Sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Ray Kemper. Featured in the cast were: Lawrence Dobkin, Harry Bartell, Helen Kleeb, Joe Cranston and Frank Cady. (MUSIC: FADE OUT) Parley Baer is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.

HITCHHIKE-CHESTERFIELD

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(STEPPING ON LAST NOTE) Put a smile in your smoking! TRY CHESTERFIELD today!

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Instantly, you'll smile your approval of Chesterfield smoothness.

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You want 'em mild ... we make 'em mild, mild and mellow, with the smooth, refreshing taste of the world's best tobaccos.

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Instantly, you'll smile your approval of Chesterfield satisfaction.

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In the whole wide world, no cigarette satisfies like Chesterfield.

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Put a smile in your smoking! Try Chesterfield today!

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The current issue of TV-Radio Mirror carries a feature story on GUNSMOKE, complete with pictures of Matt, Chester, Doc and Kitty. It is available at your local news-stand.

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Listen to Chesterfield's two great radio shows every week. The Perry Como Show every Monday - Wednesday and Friday .... And Dragnet - Tuesday nights on another network.

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Remember, listen again next week for another transcribed story of the western frontier...when Marshal Matt Dillon, Chester Proudfoot, Doc and Kitty together with all the other hard-living citizens of Dodge will be with you once more. It's America growing west in the 1870's - it's drama --- it's GUNSMOKE...brought to you by L & M FILTERS.

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This is the CBS...RADIO NETWORK.

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