SOUND:

FROM DEAD STUDIO BRING IN RUNNING HORSE TO FULL ON MIKE... ON CUE, A RECORDED SHOT

MUSIC:

STAB AND HOLD UNDER:

DILLON:

Around Dodge City, and the territory on west - there's just one way to handle the killers and spoilers -- and that's with a U.S. Marshal, and the smell of -- "GUNSMOKE".

MUSIC:

THEME HITS - FULL BROAD SWEEP AND FADES OUT UNDER:

ANNCR:

"GUNSMOKE", starring William Conrad. The story of the violence that moved west with young America - the story of a man who moved with it: Matt Dillon - United States Marshal.

MUSIC:

MAIN TITLE AND DISSOLVE

SOUND:

BOOTS COME ARUNNIN' IN, ON BOARDWALK.

CHESTER:

(COMING IN) Mr. Dillon!

SOUND:

STEPS HESITATE, SCREEN DOOR OPEN AND CLOSE (COIL SPRING)....STEPS UNDER.

CHESTER:

Hey, Mr. Dillon!

MATT:

(OFF A BIT) Easy, now, Chester. (COMING ON) A man shouldn't let himself get all excited in the heat of the day -

CHESTER:

But there's been a train robbery, Mr. Dillon. About five miles east. They held up the baggage clerk and got away with fifty thousand dollars in double-eagles. Number seven - it just pulled into the station. You've got to get over there right away.

MATT:

Oh, I guess they'll wait -- Dodge City's the end of the line. How many were in on it, Chester?

CHESTER:

Three, according to the clerk -- all wearing masks. They sneaked aboard when the train stopped for water at Cottonwood Tanks. Made 'em cut the rest of the train loose, and go on with just the engine and the baggage car. Had horses waiting down the track somewhere. You ought to get over to the depot, Mr. Dillon. That clerk's shot pretty bad.

MATT:

Shot! Why didn't you say so? (GETS UP FROM SWIVEL CHAIR)

CHESTER:

Oh, another thing -- they cut the wires so the train crew couldn't telegraph ahead. Same old story, Mr. Dillon. You'd think these bandits would figure out some new way.

MATT:

Why? This one usually works. Come on, Chester.

MUSIC:

BRIDGES...

SOUND:

OLD STYLE TRAIN BELL... CHUGGING OF STEAM CONDENSERS... CROWD.

CHESTER:

Over here, Mr. Dillon. I guess he's still in the baggage car.

MATT:

All right, Chester.

CHESTER:

The doc was in there when I left him.

MATT:

Yeah. (ASIDE) Let me through. (ON) Let's climb aboard.

SOUND:

THEY CLIMB INTO BAGGAGE CAR. CROWD FADES BACK "It's the Marshal... Dillon's here... ETC."

CLERK:

(OCCASIONAL MOAN, UNDER)

DOC:

(SHORT FADE) Confound it -- I said to keep that mob out of here!

MATT:

They're out, Doc.

DOC:

Uh? Oh... Didn't recognize you, Marshal.

MATT:

How is he?

DOC:

(ASIDE) He caught one through the lung. I wouldn't give you a plugged nickel.

MATT:

Um. I want to find out where they took their horses. Maybe the engineer or...

KROCKER:

(OFF A BIT) I can tell you exactly, Marshal.

MATT:

Oh?

KROCKER:

(COMING IN) It was about a hundred yards east of mile post three fourteen. It's on the curve where the line swings in toward the riverbottom.

MATT:

You one of the passengers?

KROCKER:

I'm the legal agent for the railroad and for the bank that owns that money, sir. My name is Krocker -- J. L. Krocker.

MATT:

[Well, that's a Krocker -]

KROCKER:

And -- I want immediate action on this matter. I want that money back at once. And I want the guilty parties brought to justice.

MATT:

Are you getting all this, Chester?

CHESTER:

Yes, sir, Mr. Dillon. I'm making mental notes.

KROCKER:

Marshal -- I don't believe you quite understand who I am.

MATT:

Sure -- you're the legal something or other for somebody, and you're bothering me. Now, stand back. (BEAT) Any chance of talking to him, Doc?

DOC:

Well, you can try.

SOUND:

COUPLA STEPS, KNEEL.

MATT:

Can you... hear me, mister?

CLERK:

(MOANS)

MATT:

Did you recognize any of them?

CLERK:

No, wore masks... only one... said anything... gave all the orders... he's the one who... shot me... man about fifty... (GROANS)

MATT:

Is that all you can tell me ----?

CLERK:

I don't feel so good, Marshal -- I think I'm... (DIES)

MATT:

Chester - go find the engineer - Have him hook a cattle car onto the engine and run us back up the line. Get our horses loaded.

CHESTER:

Yes, sir (GOING AWAY) Right away, Mr. Dillon.

KROCKER:

Marshal -- in my opinion, you ought to form a posse to go after these criminals.

MATT:

Mr. Krocker, I don't care about your opinions.

KROCKER:

I think I'll have a little talk with your superiors when I get back to civilization.

MATT:

Good. Find out what's happened to my checks. I haven't been paid for two months.

MUSIC:

BRIDGES...

SOUND:

INTERIOR CATTLE CAR... COUPLA HORSES... TRAIN SLOWING UNDER... WHISTLE... NOT TOO FAR OFF... WE'RE IN CAR NEXT TO ENGINE.

CHESTER:

They're starting to slow down, Mr. Dillon. We must be close to the curve.

MATT:

Yeah, I guess so. [(HORSE WHINNIES)] Easy, boy - it won't be long now.

CHESTER:

You know, it might a been a good idea at that - bringing along a posse. They got us outnumbered and they've already killed one man.

MATT:

I've never had any luck with a posse yet. Thundering around with a dust cloud a quarter mile high - it's a dead giveaway if you're after somebody.

SOUND:

TRAIN COMING TO STOP

MATT:

Mmm... prairie's pretty this time of year. Greener than the Ozarks.

CHESTER:

Had a lot of rain last winter.

MATT:

That's what it takes.

SOUND:

TRAIN STOPS

CHESTER:

Guess this is it, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

Yeah. Let's drop this ramp. Get the other side there. Now.

SOUND:

THEY HEAVE THE RAMP OVER. LET END DROP TO GROUND.

MATT:

All right, boy - come on now.

SOUND:

HORSE WHINNIES

MATT:

Easy, boy - down the ramp now - come on.

SOUND:

THEY LEAD HORSES DOWN THE RAMP.

BRAKE:

(COMING IN) Need any help there, Marshal?

MATT:

No thanks, Ed. They're a little skittish - be all right as soon as you pull out with that tea kettle...

BRAKE:

[(LAUGHS) (PUTS RAMP BACK)] Well, boys, I guess you're on your own from here on. They had their horses tied in that clump of willows at the edge of the bottoms there.

MATT:

Thanks. We'll pick up their trail there then. (MOUNTING)

BRAKE:

Well... take care of yourself, Marshal. And good luck! (UP) All right, Casey -- take it back to Dodge -

SOUND:

TRAIN WHISTLE... STARTS CHUGGING AWAY.

CHESTER:

Ten to one those killers're heading South for Indian Territory, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

Maybe. Or they could double back along the river. (PAUSE) I've never seen that prairie so green. (BEAT) Well... come on, Chester - let's ride.

MUSIC:

BRIDGES...

SOUND:

NIGHT OUTDOORS... PAIR OF NAGS AT A WALK.

MATT:

Pull up a second, Chester.

CHESTER:

Yes, sir, Mr. Dillon.

SOUND:

HORSES PULLED UP.

CHESTER:

You think they've heard us yet?

MATT:

They don't show it. Both of them are still working around the campfire, paying no attention. Fixing supper, I guess. A man, and a younger boy.

CHESTER:

Must be homesteaders on the move. I've never heard of bandits hightailing it in a covered wagon. Besides there's only two of 'em. Three men held up the train.

MATT:

Yeah, I know. Well ... let's ride on down to the fire

SOUND:

HORSES UNDER, TROT.

MATT:

Be careful anyway, Chester -- you never know.

CHESTER:

Yes, sir.

DAN:

(FADING IN) Well, now... howdy, strangers!

MATT:

(REINING UP) Evening.

DAN:

Climb down and set. Have some supper ready here in a spell -- such as it is. (DISMOUNTING UNDER) Keep your eye on that coffee, Jerry.

JERRY:

I'm watching it, pa.

DAN:

You men pushing cattle?

MATT:

No -- hunting killers.

DAN:

Eh?

MATT:

Had a train robbery this morning. I'm the U.S. Marshal out of Dodge. Name's Dillon.

DAN:

Proud to know you, Mr. Dillon. I'm Dan Everly. This is my boy, Jerry.

(ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS)

 

DAN:

We're heading for Dodge ourselves. How far we got to go yet?

MATT:

About nine miles. Planning to homestead?

DAN:

That's right. Had a place back at Newton, but it didn't do so good. So somebody robbed a train.

MATT:

Yeah, three of 'em -- got away with fifty thousand dollars in gold. Have you met anybody today?

DAN:

No, nary a soul. (MOVING BACK) You just rest yourself there now, and we'll have some side meat and hominy in a few minutes. (AD LIBS WITH JERRY, OFF)

MATT:

Fine, thanks. (S. V.) This is it, Chester - we've found them.

CHESTER:

(S. V.) These two? How do you figure?

MATT:

Their horses -- saddle stock -- never meant to haul a wagon. The third one's over to the right in the thicket, covering us. Saw a glint on his gun barrel

CHESTER:

What do we do?

MATT:

Move fast. You roll to the left, draw, and cover the two by the fire. I'll take the one in the brush. Got it?

CHESTER:

Yes, sir.

MATT:

All right, then... now!

SOUND:

SCRAMBLE

CHESTER:

(OFF A BIT) Don't move - you're covered!

MATT:

(UP) You there in the brush -- come on {{out}} with your hands up. (BEAT) I said...

SOUND:

OFF SHOT. RICOCHET.

DAN:

Don't shoot, Marshal! (UP) Come on out of there with your hands up, like he says. They got us -- there's no use fighting.

SOUND:

PAUSE. THEN STEPS COMING IN THRU BRUSH AND GRAVEL.

JANET:

(COMING IN) Why didn't you let me fight, pa? I coulda shot 'em both.

MATT:

Well, for the...

CHESTER:

It's a girl

MATT:

So it is.

DAN:

My daughter, Janet. I told her to hide out there till we found out what you wanted. I didn't tell her to shoot. I... wanted to keep her out of this.

MATT:

You didn't keep her out of it this morning. (BEAT) So you and your two kids were the bandits. You're quite a father, Mr. Everly.

JANET:

You leave him alone! Pa knew what he was doing -- he had a right to that money!

MATT:

I see. How old are you, Janet?

JANET:

Eighteen, if it's any of your business.

MATT:

I took you to be older.

DAN:

The young'uns ain't to blame Marshal. I brought 'em up to do like I told them. They didn't know.

MATT:

Somebody ought to have known. Where's the money?

JANET:

Don't tell him, pa!

DAN:

Be quiet, Janet. Marshal - we buried that money, and I reckon I'm not gonna tell you where it is. It's ours -- we got a right to it.

MATT:

Yeah, you said that before.

DAN:

I had a homestead outside of Newton. My wife died there. The younguns and me fought the prairie for four years -- crop failures, hard times. Then last fall I got a good stand of wheat -- ripe for the harvest. You know what happened?

MATT:

What happened?

DAN:

Sparks from a train set fire to the grainfield. Burned us out -- lost everything. I wrote letters to the railroad office in Saint Louie. They said I'd have to come back there and prove my claim... They knew I couldn't do that!

MATT:

Well.... did anybody ever tell you things were easy out here in the West, Mr. Everly? (BEAT) Chester -- will you and the boy hitch up that wagon and start loading it?

CHESTER:

(OFF A BIT) All right, Mr. Dillon. (TURN) Come on, son.

JANET:

What are you .... what are you aiming to do with us?

MATT:

Take you in to Dodge City -- to jail.

MUSIC:

BRIDGES...

SOUND:

CONESTOGA WAGON PULLED TO HALT. CROWD GATHERING.

DAN:

Ho, boys... ho now... ho, boys. (WAGON STOPPED)

MATT:

Chester -- take them in and lock them up.

CHESTER:

All right, Mr. Dillon.

CROWD:

(AD LIBS... "It's Marshal Dillon... Is them the bandits?... Never saw 'em before... Hey, one of them is a girl!... ETC.")

DAN:

I guess my reasons for doing it don't count for much, Marshal.

MATT:

Judging is not part of my job, Everly.

JANET:

You going to lock us up?

MATT:

I am.

DAN:

Not the younguns! It weren't their fault.

MATT:

You killed a man, Everly -- what do you expect?

DAN:

I didn't aim to kill him. He went for his gun as we was leaving, but I didn't aim to kill him!

KROCKER:

(COMING IN) Well, Marshal... I see you've brought in the culprits.

MATT:

Looks that way, Krocker.

KROCKER:

Where's the money? Want to get it locked up in the bank right away.

MATT:

They say they buried it.

KROCKER:

What!

MATT:

Clear out of the way now, Krocker -- I want Chester to get these prisoners inside.

KITTY:

(SLIGHTLY OFF) Matt! (COMING IN) Matt, are you all right? I heard up at the saloon that you brought in the... a girl? One of them's a girl?

MATT:

Yeah.

KITTY:

Just a kid.

CHESTER:

All right, you three -- come along now.

KITTY:

Matt -- you're not going to lock up the girl?

MATT:

(PAUSE) Kitty, I don't like the idea any better than you do, but...

KITTY:

That jail wasn't built for women, Matt.

MATT:

I know that, but...

KITTY:

Let me take her.

MATT:

Huh!

KITTY:

She won't try to get away with the others in jail. She can stay in my rooms while I'm working.

MATT:

Upstairs -- over that dancehall?

KITTY:

All right -- but it's better than jail. I've got a kid sister just about her age -- back in Baltimore. I'll take care of her, Matt.

MATT:

(PAUSE) Janet -- you go with Kitty here. Stay with her -- do whatever she says.

KITTY:

Thanks, Matt -- thanks a lot.

MATT:

Chester - take these other two inside and lock 'em up.

CHESTER:

Yes, sir. (TURN) Come on -- let's go.

KROCKER:

Marshal, pretty or not -- that girl's a criminal. Why aren't you locking her up?

MATT:

Well, we've got a different attitude toward women out here, Mr. Krocker. We never got around to building jails for them.

KROCKER:

What about the money? Fifty thousand dollars missing. It's a long ride in to town, wasn't it, Marshal -- moonlight -- pretty girl in the wagon. Chance to talk -- maybe, do a little...

SOUND:

LEFT TO STOMACH. RIGHT TO JAW. BODY FALLS. CROWD REACTS.

MATT:

All right -- somebody drag him over there to the water trough and stick his head under the pump.

CROWD:

(MOVES BACK, AD LIBBING)

CHESTER:

(COMES IN) Have some trouble, Mr. Dillon?

MATT:

No trouble, Chester. At least, not yet.

CHESTER:

She sure is pretty all right -- prettier than a field of clover. It's too bad.

MATT:

Yeah -- it's too bad. (BEAT) I've never sent a woman to prison yet, Chester, but --- she's guilty -- she's as guilty as the other two! (BEAT) What the devil's a man supposed to do?!

MUSIC:

(MIDDLE CURTAIN)

ANNCR:

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MUSIC:

SECOND ACT OVERTURE... OUT, [LEAVING TINNY PIANO FAR B.G.)]

JANET:

You can set down if you want, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

No thanks, Janet. I... can't stay.

JANET:

Of course, it's not my place to give you permission. I reckon you can do whatever you got a mind to. Even the room's not mine.

MATT:

How are you and Kitty getting along?

JANET:

Just fine. She's been wonderful.

MATT:

Noise downstairs bother you? Keep you awake at night?

JANET:

The only thing that keeps me awake is worrying about pa and Jerry. What are you going to do with us?

MATT:

I've got no say about it. There's no proper court here -- I'll probably get orders to send you up to Hays City for trial.

JANET:

They won't understand. Maybe pa was wrong -- I guess he was -- but he thought he was doing right.

MATT:

Sure -- we all think that.

JANET:

He was doing it for us -- for Jerry and me. And he didn't mean to kill that man, Mr. Dillon. Really he didn't.

MATT:

Maybe not -- but the man's dead. (BEAT) Well, I... just wanted to see how you were getting along. I'd better go now.

SOUND:

3 - 4 STEPS UNDER, STOP.

MATT:

(PAUSE) Goodbye, Janet.

SOUND:

DOOR OPEN AND CLOSE. STEPS DESCEND STAIRS. PIANO COMING IN (SMALL CROWD OFF)

KITTY:

Well, Matt -- am I a good jailer or not?

MATT:

You're a good one. She's... quite taken with you.

KITTY:

Stories around town say you're a little taken with her, Matt.

MATT:

That's Krocker's doing. He's been shooting off his mouth all week.

KITTY:

He's offered a thousand dollar reward for the return of that money -- no questions asked.

MATT:

Yeah, I know.

KITTY:

But how much do you know?

MATT:

What do you mean?

KITTY:

People who know you don't pay any attention. But some of these hangers-on around the saloon wonder if you did make a deal for the money.

MATT:

Who cares what they think.

KITTY:

But it's more than that. Krocker keeps prodding them. And some of them are beginning to say the Everlys might remember where the money is, if they had ropes around their necks.

MATT:

A lynch mob, huh? Well, they'll have to move fast. I got orders about an hour ago to send the three of them to Hays City in the morning.

KITTY:

Oh, Matt! Does ... does she know about it?

MATT:

(PAUSE) I didn't have the heart to tell her.

MUSIC:

BRIDGES

CHESTER:

(OFF, UP) Mr. Dillon... Mr. Dillon!

MATT:

What's the matter, Chester?

CHESTER:

(SHORT FADE IN) Been lookin all over for you, Mr. Dillon. That fella Krocker is over at the Texas Trail. Got a bunch of the boys all liquored up. They're talking about crashing the jail!

MATT:

Well... usually the best way to stop that kind of trouble is to break it up before it starts.

SOUND:

BOOTS ON BOARDWALK, UNDER. [PIANO] AND NOISY CROWD SLOWLY COME IN.

CHESTER:

That girl's right upstairs over their heads, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

Yeah, I know. They hadn't bothered her, had they?

CHESTER:

Hadn't when I left.

MATT:

(STEPS PAUSE) Let me handle it, Chester. Stay clear and cover my back.

CHESTER:

Yes, sir.

MATT:

Come on.

SOUND:

PUSH THRU SWINGING DOORS. [PIANO] AND DRUNKEN CROWD UP.

KITTY:

(COMING IN) Matt! Matt, you shouldn't have come here alone.

MATT:

Why, Kitty?

KITTY:

There's two dozen or more of them. Krocker's been buying them drinks. They're feeling mean. It won't take much to light the fuse.

MATT:

Then maybe I'd better dampen their powder a little.

KITTY:

Matt, I...

MATT:

You'd better go upstairs and stay with the girl, Kitty. (TURN) I'll handle it. (STEPS UNDER)

KITTY:

(MOVING BACK) Be careful, Matt. Please be careful.

SOUND:

CROWD COMES IN

KROCKER:

(COMES IN) A man that pulls a deal like that ought to be run out of town. And you're just the boys to do it. (MATT STOPS. CROWD GRADUALLY FALLS SILENT, UNDER) It's about time somebody took the star off that tinhorn marshal, and shoved it down his throat. And as far as I'm concerned, I... I... (STOPS) [(PIANO STOPS)]

MATT:

(PAUSE) Go on, Krocker. You're doing fine. (PAUSE) This is quite a crew you've picked up -- all the bums, barflies, swindlers and bushwackers in Dodge City. (PAUSE) Your friends don't seem to be as talkative as they were a couple of minutes ago, Krocker.

KROCKER:

Dillon, if I had you in Saint Louis for one hour -- you'd be in jail, not running it!

MATT:

All right, boys -- the party's over. Move on.

CROWD:

SURLY AD LIBS.... BEGINS TO BREAK UP)

KROCKER:

You've got no right to order these men around, Dillon.

MATT:

I don't hear any of 'em objecting.

KITTY:

(OFF. COMING IN) Matt! Matt, she's gone!

MATT:

What?

CROWD:

EXCITEMENT)

MATT:

Now why the devil would she pull something like that?

DOC:

(OFF. COMING IN) I can tell you why, Matt.

MATT:

What do you mean, Doc?

DOC:

You've had a jail break, Matt. That girl got her Dad and brother out, and they just left town on their horses!

MUSIC:

BRIDGE

SOUND:

GALLOPING HORSES UNDER. SLOW BUILD OF THUNDER STORM UNDER SCENE.

CHESTER:

We must be pretty close... to the place where they... camped that night.

MATT:

It's right ahead of us there, Chester.

CHESTER:

I hope that storm holds off. Of course, they may not have come here at all.

MATT:

Then we'll back track to Cottonwood Tanks. They'll want that gold. It's got to be somewhere between here and the railroad.

CHESTER:

There's where the wagon was standing.

MATT:

Yeah. Pull up, Chester. Let's take a look around.

SOUND:

BIZ OF PULLING UP HORSES. NIGHT SOUNDS. OFF COYOTE. DISMOUNTS.

CHESTER:

Mr. Dillon - look! A hole dug in the ground! Right where they had their campfire that night.

MATT:

They buried the gold there, Chester, and built their fire right on top of it!

SOUND:

OFF SHOT. RICOCHET. HORSES REACT.

SOUND:

SCRAMBLE, AND PAUSE.

MATT:

(LOW) It came from that thicket over there. I'm going to fire, and roll away -- maybe draw a shot. Keep your eyes open.

CHESTER:

Yessir.

SOUND:

PAUSE. ON SHOT. SCRAMBLE. OFF SHOT. RICOCHET.

CHESTER:

It came from the left of that big sycamore.

MATT:

Yeah, I saw it. Well... (ON SHOT)

DAN:

(CRIES OUT, OFF)

CHESTER:

You got him!

MATT:

Come on, Chester.

SOUND:

BOOTS IN GRAVEL UNDER. WARY.

MATT:

Watch yourself. It may be a trick. (STEPS) (UP) Everly?

DAN:

(OFF GROAN)

MATT:

You're covered, Everly. One move and you're finished.

DAN:

(COMING IN) I'm finished... anyway. (GROANS COME IN)

SOUND:

BOOTS STOP

MATT:

Sorry I had to do it, Everly.

DAN:

Don't matter... wanted younguns to... have a chance.

MATT:

They rode on with the money, I suppose.

DAN:

Let 'em go, Marshal... it's their money... I had a right...

MATT:

Maybe -- but you had no right to kill.

DAN:

Didn't... aim to, Marshal.

MATT:

The law has to go by acts, Everly -- not intentions.

SOUND:

NEARER THUNDER.

DAN:

Storm... coming up?

MATT:

Looks that way.

DAN:

Hope the... younguns find shelter... Jerry caught cold... there in jail... sneezing... used to worry... his mother when he... coughed or... she's dead now... died back there... back... back in... (DIES)

SOUND:

THUNDER. LIGHT WIND UNDER. SNEAK HORSES AT TROT.

CHESTER:

I... guess he paid for it, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

Yeah -- he paid. (SIGHS) Well... let's try to pick up the trail of the other two before that storm... (STOPS)

CHESTER:

(LOW) What is it?

MATT:

Horses. Couple of horses coming down the bank. (PAUSE) (HORSES REACH ON) All right -- hold it! Don't move!

SOUND:

HORSES REINED IN.

JERRY:

(OFF A BIT) It's all right, Marshal. We ain't armed.

JANET:

Pa -- where is he? We heard the shooting, and turned around and rode back.

MATT:

Better get off your horses both of you.

SOUND:

DISMOUNT. STEPS IN.

JANET:

(SHORT FADE) Tell me! What's happened to... oh!

MATT:

I'm sorry, Janet. He jumped us, and... well...

JANET:

I knew. I knew when he made us ride on ahead that... we'd never see him again... alive.

SOUND:

THUNDER.

MATT:

You kids carrying the money?

JERRY:

It's there in my saddlebags.

MATT:

Get it, will you, Chester?

CHESTER:

All right, Mr. Dillon. (STEPS AWAY)

JANET:

He thought he was doing the right thing. He thought he was doing it for us.

MATT:

I know, but he was wrong. (BEAT) And now there's the two of you {{to}} decide about.

CHESTER:

(SHORT FADE) Here's the money, Mr. Dillon.

SOUND:

DROPS BAGS OF GOLD COIN ON GROUND.

MATT:

Count out a thousand dollars, Chester.

CHESTER:

Yessir. (GOLD COINS. UNDER)

MATT:

Technically, I guess I ought to take you back to Dodge. But I figure everybody's got certain rights. And it's my job to try to keep all those rights sorted out and evened up. All I can do is call 'em the way I see 'em. Chester -- give 'em the thousand dollars.

CHESTER:

There you are.

JANET:

I... I don't understand.

MATT:

Krocker offered a thousand dollars and no questions asked for the return of his money. You returned it -- there's the reward.

JANET:

Yes, but...

MATT:

Now if you ride north and keep bearing west, you'll eventually hit Wyoming. I hear it's fine country -- plenty of rangeland, homesteads -- the two of you ought to do all right. You take care of her, Jerry.

JERRY:

Yes, sir. I will, Mr. Dillon.

JANET:

I understand what you're doing for us... and I....

MATT:

(HARSH) Go on, you two! Get out of here before I think it over and change my mind. Go on -- ride.

JERRY:

(SCRAMBLING ONTO HORSE) Thank you, Marshal. Thanks.

MATT:

Go on!

JANET:

Goodbye Mr. Dillon --- and thank you ---

MATT:

(MAD) Go on - get out of here!

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CHESTER:

(ON CUE) We'd better get a move on, Mr. Dillon. It's starting to rain.

MATT:

(TO HIMSELF) I hope they find shelter somewhere.

CHESTER:

It's starting to rain, Mr. Dillon. We'd better get a move on. (PAUSE) Mr. Dillon?

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"GUNSMOKE", transcribed under the direction of Norman Macdonnell, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal. Tonight's story was specially written for "GUNSMOKE" by Les Crutchfield, with music composed and conducted by Rex Koury. Featured in tonight's cast were: John Dehner, Sammie Hill and Georgia Ellis with Harry Bartell and Paul DuBov. Parley Baer is Chester and Howard McNear is Doc.... Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West -- in "GUNSMOKE!"

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Out of the jungles and into your own homes... comes Tarzan with his new adventures, every Saturday night on CBS Radio. Yes, in the comfort of your own radio side, you can enjoy the fascinating experiences of the man whose friends are jungle beasts... whose power and cunning have been developed to an astonishing degree by dangerous environment. Later tonight on most of these same stations, don't miss "Tarzan" on CBS Radio. This is Roy Rowan speaking. And remember... "Gangbusters" go into action Saturday nights on... THE CBS... RADIO NETWORK

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