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 in the territory out 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 %u2013 "GUNSMOKE"

MUSIC:

THEME HITS -- FULL BROAD SWEEP AND FADES OUT UNDER

ANNCR:

"GUNSMOKE"-- The story of the violence that moved west with young America %u2013 the story of a man who moved with it: Matt Dillon %u2013United Sates Marshal.

MUSIC:

MAIN TITLE

SOUND:

SLAP OF CARDS BEING DEALT (AS PER DIALOGUE)

MOREAU (fr):

Three for you , Mike....how many, Matt?

MATT:

I'll play these.

MOREAU:

Oho! So that is the way the wind smells! I take two.

SFX:

CARDS. DECK DOWN

MOREAU:

Maybe you think you bluff your friend, Moreau, just a little. Ten dollars to teach you to stay honest.

SFX:

CHIPS

ONE OF MALE CAST:

AD LIB- "Pass me"

MATT:

You and me, Moreau. Ten and ten more.

SFX:

CHIPS

MOREAU:

Make it thirty.

SFX:

CHIPS

MATT:

Fifty.

SFX:

CHIPS AND ANOTHER CHIPS

MOREAU:

Seventy-five.

MATT:

Make it a hundred.

SFX:

CHIPS

MOREAU:

(BEAT) Maybe you don't bluff...

MATT:

Maybe...

MOREAU:

No....no, I think you have it this time. I save my money and throw my three kings away.

SFX:

CARDS

MOREAU (CON'T):

Matt, you have a good hand?

SOUND:

RAKING IN POT

MATT (CHUCKLING):

Big bet's as good as a big hand...

ANNIE (OFF, MUFFLED):

(SCREAM)

ALL:

(REACT)

MOREAU:

......that came from the hall!

MATT:

Yeah.

SOUND:

CHAIR, FAST STEPS, DOOR OPEN, STEPS, FADE ON SLIGHT STRUGGLE

ANNIE (FADE ON):

Take...your...hand off...me.

JACK:

(PICK UP FADE ON) (MIDDLE AGE LETCH) Aw now, Annie...it's high time you and I had a little romancing....

SOUND:

STEPS STOP: SMACK....SCUFFLE STOPS

GRACE (GROANS):

Hey...what'd you do that for?

MATT:

You wouldn't know if I told you, Grace. Annie...

ANNIE (PANTING):

I'm all right, Marshal. He just pawed me a bit. Now, I'm gonna shoot his pop eyes out.

SOUND :

GUN CLICKS

GRACE:

A gun!(PLEADING) No, Annie....don't!

SOUND:

GUN FALLING, SKITTERING OFF

ANNIE:

Oh, darn you, Marshal! Did you have to knock my gun away? I had him cold!

MATT:

Better go back to the dance hall.

GRACE (NASTILY):

Don't bother, Annie. You're fired.

MATT:

Annie you heard me. Go back to work.

ANNIE:

Yes, Marshal. Sorry I lost my temper

SFX:

STEPS FADE OFF

GRACE (BEAT):

You're out of line, Dillon. This is my hotel, my dancehall. She stays fired.

MATT:

Annie stays here! And one more deal like tonight earns you a trip to jail.

GRACE (BLUSTER):

You can't talk to me like that. I'm a big man in this town...

MATT:

Big or little...walking or feet first...I'll take you in. You have my word on that.

MUSIC:

BRIDGE TRANSITION TO GUITAR, SOFT MEXICAN MUSIC

MATT (AS MUSIC ENDS):

Thanks, Annie. That was nice.

ANNIE:

I like to play for you, Marshal. A girl out to have a man to play for.

SFX:

STEPS FADE ON

CHESTER (FADE ON):

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Dillon...

MATT:

Hm?

ANNIE:

Hello, Chester.

CHESTER:

Afternoon, Miss Annie.

ANNIE:

You sure look fine in your new hat.

CHESTER:

Mr. Moreau got it for me special cear from Chicago.

MATT:

What is it, Chester.

CHESTER:

Some trouble in the lobby, Mr. Dillon. There's aman at the desk asking for you. His name is Yarr.

MATT:

Clancy Yarr! ....When did he get in?

CHESTER:

Just now....Is he a friend of yours, Mr. Dillon?

MATT:

I'll tell a man he is! (FROWN) Why?

CHESTER (UNEASY):

He....he's got a woman with him. His wife.

MATT:

So?

CHESTER:

Well, sir....she....(BLURTING IT) She's an Indian!

MUSIC:

STAB AND UNDER

MATT:

I left the dancehall part of the building, and in the lobby I saw Clancy draped over the desk, looking as tall and hungry as ever. To one side a tiny girl was standing, her head proudly erect, her black eyes glittering defiantly...

SOUND:

STEPS

GRACE (FADE ON):

So, get her out, Mister. Ain't no murderin' Redskins getting a room at my hotel.

SFX:

STEPS STOP

MATT (QUIET):

Hello, Clancy. Welcome to Dodge.

CLANCY:

Matt! Matt Dillon, you black-hearted old gunslinger!

GRACE(NASTY):

All right you %u2013now get this squaw out of here.

MATT (SNAPS):

Shut up, Grace. Clancy, I'd take it an honor to meet your wife.

CLANCY:

...Narisha!

SFX:

STEPS FADE ON AWKWARD, BUT PROUD

CLANCY (CON'T):

Narisha, this is Matt Dillon. Matt, my wife, Narisha, daughter of Black Eagle.

MATT:

I am honored to meet my friend's wife and also the daughter of the great warrior chief, Black Eagle.

NARISHA (PLEASED):

You know of my father?

MATT:

His fame is as the sun....not only among the Comanche nations, but among all men who respect a brave and worthy leader.

GRACE:

That's might fancy talk, but look here, Dillon, I insist you get that little savage out of...

MATT:

Grace!

GRACE:

Huh?

MATT (DELIBERATE):

Don't press your luck!

GRACE (BACKING FAST):

Now, Marshal...I didn't mean no....

MATT:

What room are you giving my friends?

GRACE:

Room! But I....(SWALLOWS HARD) S-six, I guess.

MATT:

The key. And let your guests know they're welcome.

GRACE:

Here.

SFX:

KEY

GRACE (CON'T):

(CHOKING ON IT): Welcome to the Grace Hotel.

MUSIC:

SHORT BRIDGE

SOUND:

DOOR UNLOCKED, OPEN, CLOSE, FEW STEPS

CLANCY:

Thanks for that business downstairs, Matt. I was on the verge of boring that mealy mouth.

MATT:

Forget it, Clancy.

CLANCY:

Ahuh. Well, Grace sure better keep out of Narish'a way. She's kind of sudden when she gets mad.

NARISHA:

He is bad man. Speak with evil tongue. (SUDDEN CHILDISH CRY OF GLEE) Clancy -- a real bed!

SFX:

BED SPRINGS

NARISHA (con't)(LAUGHING) Look, look....it jumps and talks!

CLANCY (CHUCKLES):

Don't bust it, woman. If you act sweet and nice, maybe I'll buy one of them talking beds here and we'll fetch it home with us.

SFX:

BED SPRINGS

NARISHA (JUMPING UP WITH A SQUEAL OF JOY) All for me? All for me?

CLANCY:

Well, I kind of figured to be somewhere's around....

NARISHA:

I be sweet, you see...

SFX:

KISSING RAPIDLY

CLANCY (HAPPY PROTEST):

Hey...leggo! Stop it, woman! Dad blast it, I never should have taught her how to kiss... (RELIEF) My...

MATT:

I'll be running along, Clancy....

CLANCY:

matt, maybe it was a dumb play bringing Narisha into Dodge, but I had to have you see her. I....I'm awful proud of her, Matt.

MATT:

You should be. She's beautiful.

CLANCY:

And as decent as any white girl I ever met. I don't mind being called a squaw man, Matt. But I sure hate it when they pick on her.

MATT:

(GRIM): They won't. Not if I'm around.

NARISHA (IMPULSIVE):

You are good man! I like you. You be my friend, too?

MATT:

I will, Narisha.

MUSIC:

BRIDGE

SOUND:

DOOR OPEN, CLOSE, OFF

MOREAU:

Bon jour, Marshal

SFX:

FADE ON STEPS

MATT (FADE ON):

Afternoon, Moreau. Give me a box of shotgun shells, two of forty-fives and one of thirty-thirtys. Oh, and a needle and some thread.

MOREAU:

Of course.

SFX:

STACKING ITEMS

MOREAU (CON'T):

What color thread?

MATT:

Doesn't matter as long as it's strong enough to hold my socks together.

MOREAU:

Ah! Then I give you green! A dozen spools?

MATT:

One.

MOREAU:

A half dozen perhaps?

MATT:

One.

MOREAU:

For you, ....a bargain. Four spools for the price of three!

MATT:

(CHUCKLE): How many spools you stuck with?

MOREAU (SADLY) A gross. How could I know that in Dodge there is only one woman with a green dress? And she can't sew. You take a cozen, Matt..I give you a can of peaches free.

MATT:

One. But I'll buy the peaches.

MOREAU (SIGHS):

Good. (BEAT) Marshal, I know you do not wish to talk about it, but you should know. It is about your friend's wife....

MATT:

I've heard.

MOREAU:

They're talking of running Mrs. Yarr out of town.

MATT (TIGHT):

How do you feel, Moreau?

MOREAU:

Me! Matt, I am a Frenchman! More even than money I love the romance. (SIGH) And your friend and his beautiful Indian bride...so in love they are. Like children. But...she is a Comanche. It means trouble. Very bad trouble.

MUSIC:

BRIDGE TO BACKGROUND

MATT:

Walking to the Grace Hotel that evening, I noticed the town seemed deathly quiet...as if the very buildings were waiting for something to happen. By the time Clancy, Narisha and I finished dinner and two hours of reminiscences my nerves relaxed a little. Then when Narisha retired, Clancy and I went down the hall to join the poker game...and found a stranger sitting in. He was wearing a black frock coat, two ivory-handled guns and the thin smile of a killer who enjoys his work.

SOUND:

CHAIRS

MOREAU:

Clancy Yarr, Marshal Dillon, this is M'sieu Wade.

WADE (SILKY):

A pleasure, sirs. I hope you don't mind my joining your game.

SFX:

CARDS UNDER

MATT:

It's an open game, Mister Wade...

WADE:

Thanks.

MATT:

Yeah. (BEAT): Same Morgan Wade who carried a gun for Chisum down in the Big Bend country?

WADE:

I worked for Jesse.

MATT:

I recall a Morgan Wade who threw lead for McSween during the Lincoln County war...

SFX:

CARDS STOP

WADE:

All past now. I've given up the hard life. Cards?

MOREAU:

Two for me, M'sieu.

SFX:

TWO CARDS

MATT:

Who pays your salary here, Wade?

SFX:

CARD DECK PUT DOWN

WADE (SIGHS):

My, you are direct, aren't you, Marshal? But I don't mind telling you. I work for Grace.

MATT:

As what?

WADE (SLIGHT CHUCKLE):

Let's say as a finisher. (SHARP) And my first job is on you!

SFX:

GUN CLICKS

WADE (CON'T):

Get your hands up....quick! All of you!

CLANCY (BEAT):

Not a bad draw at that, was it, Matt?

MATT:

Well, he's no Wes Hardin, but it was pretty slick, considering he was sitting.

WADE (SNARLING):

What is this? I said to....

MOREAU:

We heard you, M'sieu. Please....don't shoot.

WADE:

You think I won't shoot?

MATT:

Not if you're smart.

CLANCY:

For one thing if you shot one of us, you'd have to shoot us all to be shut of our mouths.

MOREAU:

And even Jack Grace would not stand for that, Wade. I am surprise that Grace would think you could bluff us.

WADE:

Bluff, is it?...

MATT:

There's another reason why that would be a foolish idea, Wade. It's in my lap, with the muzzle aimed right at your belt.

WADE (SHARP REACTION):

What...........?

CLANCY:

I guess you oughtta know, Mister......my 44's pointing in the same direction.

MOREAU (APOLOGETICALLY):

Mine is only a twenty-two derringer, M'sieu Wade....but it, too, points at you under the table.

WADE (CONFUSED):

But I.......that is....

MATT:

Goes to show you, my friend. Never draw on a man unless you can see his hands.

WADE (HARD SWALLOW):

It seems, Gentlemen......I have made a little mistake.

MATT:

It seems. Empty them and holster them.

SOUND (CLICK OF CYLINDER TURNING, TEN SHELLS DROPPING RAPIDLY TO TABLE)

MATT (CUE):

Good bye, Mister Wade. If I were you, I'd eat tomorrow's breakfast in another town.

WADE:

As you say Marshal.

SFX:

CHAIR SCRAPE

WADE (CON'T):

You have taught me a lesson tonight....(SLIGHT LAUGH) And it's no shame to be beaten by three of a kind. You can all put your guns up.

MATT:

Guns?

WADE:

Guns.

MATT:

Don't know about the others, but I never drew my gun.

CLANCY:

Glad I didn't know that, Matt. I'd been a mite nervous seeing as how my gun was in leather, too.

MOREAU:

Myself, I am a peaceful storekeeper. I hate guns so much I never carry one.

WADE (GASPING):

Why you lying, two-faced bunch of......

MATT:

Get out, Wade!

WADE:

....I'm going, Marshal. But no one can run a shindy like this on Morgan Wade. Not and stay alive. (SHORT LAUGH) Good night, gentlemen.

SOUND:

STEPS STAMP OFF, DOOR OPEN, SLAM-OFF

ALL:

(CUE) BREAK INTO LAUGHTER)

MOREAU:

Oho, did you see his face?

CLANCY:

Man, we sure tore up his pride! (LAUGHS)

SOUND:

DOOR OPEN (OFF) STEPS RUN ON

CHESTER (FADE ON, GASPING) Mr. Dillon, you'd better come quick. Narisha just now....9TRAILS OFF)

CLANCY (SHARP):

Something happened to my wife?

MATT:

What is it, Chester? Tell it, Man! Narisha....?

CHESTER (RELUCTANTLY) She stabbed Jack Grace. I think he's dying!

MUSIC

SOUND:

MANY HURRYING STEPS

CHESTER:

He's lying near the stairs, Mr. Dillon. I was afraid to move him. Knife's still in his chest.

MATT:

You send for the Doc?

CHESTER:

Yes, sir.

GRACE (GROANING, FADE ON)

CLANCY:

She didn't do it, Matt...she couldn't!

MATT:

Easy, Clancy

SFX:

FOOTSTEPS STOP)

MATT (CON'T):

Grace...Grace!

GRACE (AGONY):

Pull it out....Please, Dillon....pull out the knife!

MATT:

I can't. If I do, you'll bleed to death.

GRACE:

Dying anyway....what's the difference. Pull it out for me....I'm burning inside. Please!

MATT (BEAT):

All right, Grace...(EFFORT)

GRACE (SHARP CRY OF PAIN) (BEAT) (SIGHS)That's better. Doesn't hurt much now.....I....I just feel sleepy.

MATT:

Who did it, Grace?

GRACE:

Hm?

MATT:

Who knifed you? Why?

GRACE:

Narisha. Stabbed me, the dirty little sava....(SHARP GROAN, DIES)

CLANY (SOBBING LOW):

He lied!.....He lied, Matt!

MATT:

I....I hope so. (MUSING) He's sure scratched up. Scratches all over his face. Teeth marks on his arm. Ever seen this knife before?

CLANCY:

It....It's hers...but she didn't kill him, Matt!

MATT:

Let's talk to her, Clancy. Stay here, Chester.

CHESTER :

Yes, sir.

SFX:

STEPS

CLANCY (DESPERATE):

You know she couldn't murder anyone, Matt.... You know that!

MATT:

Here is your room

SFX:

DOOR OPEN

MATT (CON'T):

Narisha?....

CLANCY:

Matt....

MATT:

What is it?

CLANCY:

Matt, she's run away!

MUSIC:

BRIDGE

SOUND:

HORSES PAWING: TOWN BACKGROUND

CLANCY (DULLY) You're really going after he, Matt?

MATT:

I have to.

CLANCY:

Don't suppose it would do any good to remind you of our friendship.

MATT:

I have to bring her back, Clancy %u2013she's killed a man....

CLANCY:

Man! You call that foul-tongued lecher a man? (SPITS) I can remember when you....

MATT (GENTLY):

We can both remember a lot, Clancy. But it doesn't do us any good now. I've got a job to do. You know I'll do it.

CLANCY:

Yeah. I know, Mat (BEAT) I'm not sure we're going to be friends much longer...you and I.

MATT:

I hope we are.

CLANCY (BEAT):

Can I ride with you?

MATT (HESITANT):

Well, ....I...

CLANCY (BITTER):

You have my word I won't pull anything. If my word's worthy anything to you.

MATT:

It's worth something. But...

CLANCY (PLEADING):

All I want to do is see she doesn't get hurt. Narish'as only a kid....she'll be scared, Matt....she'll need me.

MATT:

All right, Clancy. Get your horse.

CLANCY (HUSKY):

Thanks, Matt.

SFX:

STEPS GO OFF

MATT (MUTTER):

Sure...

CHESTER (OFF):

Mr. Dillon!

SFX:

STEPS RUN ON

MATT:

Have any luck at the stable?

CHESTER:

No sir. She didn't take her own horse. Guess she was in too much of a hurry. She took Fred Grayson's big gray from the hitchrack in front of the hotel and rode north. He's hopping mad about it...

MATT:

Fred's eh?......Huh, Narisha knows her horseflesh. That big gray can run all day without raising a sweat.

CHESTER:

Yes, sir. And there was a rifle in the saddle boot. (BEAT) Everyone's waiting for you to pick your posse, Mr. Dillon.

MATT:

Tell them to go home. There'll be no posse.

CHESTER:

What! But......

MATT:

Clancy and I are going alone. I'm not going to take a chance on some trigger-happy saloon bum shooting that girl.

CHESTER:

They'll be awful mad. They'll sure think you and Clancy are framing up to get the girl away.....

MATT:

I'm not sure I care what they think. Do as I say, Chester. You can cheer them up by telling them I'll bring her back. (HARSH) If they're real lucky, she'll be convicted and they can watch her hanged.

MUSIC:

BRIDGE

SOUND TWO HORSES WALKING

MATT:

Tracks are getting fresher. By the looks of it, she's making a swing around into the mountains north of Bellefont.

CLANCY (GROANS) She's trying to stay in the neighborhood. Why doesn't she ride straight for the border!

MATT:

I have a hunch she wants to stay near you. Come on we'll cut her sign where she circles back.

SOUND:

HORSES TURNED INTO A GALLOP, FADE OUT, PAUSE, THEN BACK IN, CLIMBING NOW IN ROCKY SHALE...STOPPING.

CLANCY:

(SOUR CHUCKLE): Having trouble?

MATT (IRRITABLY):

Narisha must think that gray's a mountain goat. She's taking trails that aren't fit to walk on, much less ride.

CLANCY:

She was born on a horse. These are bridle paths to her.

MATT:

Ahuh. (BEAT): Well, she's going for the peak, that's sure. We'll push on to that little mesa there and camp for tonight.

CLANCY (SURPRISE):

Camp? Since when does a manhunter like you stop and make camp?

MATT:

Since now. I'm not hunting a man this time.

MUSIC:

SHORT BRIDGE

SOUND:

SMALL FIRE, POURING, NIGHT SOUNDS IN BG

MATT:

More coffee, Clancy?

CLANCY:

No, thanks.

MATT (DRINKS):

Ah. Sure like coffee boiled over a camp fire.

CLANCY:

Fire's easy to see at night.

MATT:

Ahuh.....

SFX:

(DRINKS)

CLANCY:

Just about anyone in these mountains could spot a fire like this.

MATT:

Yep.

SFX:

DRINKS

MATT (CON'T):

Even Narisha.

CLANCY:

I should have known. You're warning her so she can get away! I'm sorry I said....

MATT:

Don't be sorry. The fire's not a warnaing to her.

CLANCY:

But she's bound to see it.....

MATT:

Yeah. And she'll investigate it, I think. The way I figure, when she sees it's just you and I, she'll come in.

CLANCY (PAUSE):

You....rotten....rock-hearted machine.

MATT:

It's only....

CLANCY:

You don't miss a bet, do you?

MATT:

Would you rather I chased her into a corner and frightened her into a shoot out?

CLANCY:

No....no, I guess your'e right, Matt. I don't think Narisha would fire on you....but maybe it's easier this way.

MATT (DRINKS) (PAUSE) Clancy.....

CLANCY:

Yeah?

MATT:

You know Narisha stabbed Grace.

CLANCY (HEAVY SIGH):

Yeah....I know. But why....why?

MATT:

Will yhou give me an honest answer to a question, no matter what the cost?

CLANCY:

If it can help Narisha.

MATT:

It might.

CLANCY:

Ask it. You know I won't lie to you.

MATT:

Do you believe she could and would commit a deliberate murder because of Grace's comments?

CLANCY (FIRM):

No! I swear on my soul, Matt. Narisha could never commit a deliberate murder.

MATT (RELIEF):

That's all I wanted to know.

CLANCY:

Does....does that mean you....

MATT:

It means I believe she's innocent of murder. I'm sure I know what happened. With any luck, I'll prove....

SOUND:

RIFLE SHOT (FAR OFF) RICOCHET ON

BOTH:

(REACT) SHOT FAR OFF

CLANCY:

(YELL OF PAIN)

MATT (WITH HIM):

Hit the dirt...get out of the firelight!

SOUND:

MAN DIVING INTO BRUSH, ROLLING (PAUSE) CRICKET (OFF)

MATT (LOW) (CUE)Clancy.....you get tagged?

CLANCY (LOW) (OFF):

Just a crease across my ribs. I'm okay.

MATT (LOW):

Narisha?

CLANCY (LOW, OFF) (CHUCKLES):

Hardly! Whoever's doing the shooting is on that slope up there.

MATT (LOW):

So?

CLANCY (LOW, OFF):

So it's two hundred yards off and a downhill shot to boot. I've seen Narisha shoot too many times.....at that distance she couldn't hit the state of Texas, much less a man.

MATT (LOW):

Looks like whoever it is has decided to save his shells.

CLANCY (LOW, OFF):

I reckon. We really ought to pay the lad a visit after him sending in his calling cards so polite like.

MATT (LOW):

You feel like a little stroll up that slope?

CLANCY (LOW, OFF):

Now that you mention it, I do.

MATT (LOW):

Take the left and circle in on him. I'll make sure we both got him spotted right. Watching?

CLANCY (LOW, OFF):

Watching.

MATT (RISING)

SFX:

STEPS SLOW

MATT (CON'T) Come on, you bushwacker....Here's your target.....

SOUND RIFLE SHOT (FAR OFF) RICOCHET ON

MATT (WITH SOUND):

There you are!.....

SFX:

DIVING INTO BRUSH

CLANCY (OFF):

Okay?

MATT:

Okay. But that boy's a real gunner. He misses close. Let's go teach him better manners.

MUSIC:

UP AND UNDER

MATT:

It's a tricky business, stalking an armed gunman in the dark. But Clancy and I had learned the trade from too many Indian fights where you became an expert...or a corpse. It took me a full half-hour to make my circle around the ambusher's position, holding my gun ready, I saw a shadow take shape in the rocks, but as I aimed, the night's silence was broken......

NARISHA (OFF) (LAUGHING):

Very good! (CLAPPING HER HANDS) You beat my husband!

MATT (REACTING):

....Narisha! So it was you!

SFX:

MATT RISING, STEPS IN BRUSH

NARISHA (FADE ON):

You are wonderful hunter! You are quiet like the Comanche!

SFX:

STEPS STOPPING

MATT (GROWL):

I should be. They taught me. You little idiot, I might have shot you!

NARISHA (MERRY LAUGH):

I not let you do that. I watch you when you get close.

MATT:

I'll take that rifle, Narisha.

NARISHA (SHRUGGING):

Yes, Matt.

SFX:

STEPS COMING ON

CLANCY (FADE ON):

Narisha!....Oh, Narisha!.... (BREAKS)

NARISHA:

My husband is mad at me?

CLANCY (CHOKED):

Mad? No....never....my crazy little girl..(CLINCH) Oh, Narisha....

NARISHA (GASPS):

Blood! ......You are hurt!

MATT:

One of your shots was lucky.

NARISHA:

My shots!

CLANCY:

It's only a scratch.

NARISHA:

But I don't shoot! (MERRY LAUGH) I forget to tell you.

MATT:

Tell us what?

NARISHA:

The man who shoots at you. I hit him.

MATT & CLANCY:

What?

NARISHA:

With a rock. I see him shoot at you and I get very mad. I hit him hard.

MATT:

Where?

NARISHA:

On head.

MATT:

No, no, I mean where is he now?

NARISHA:

There. Under that big rock. I push it on him so he don't go away.

MATT:

Well, I'll be....

SFX:

FEW QUICK STEPS

MATT (CON'T):

He's here, all right. (EFFORT)

SOUND:

MOVING ROCK; STEPS FADE ON

CLANCY (FADE ON):

Who is it......well! Our friend from the poker game. Morgan Wade.

MATT:

Yeah. He's alive, but I'd sure hate to have h is head when he wakes up in jail tomorrow. Put him on a horse, Clancy, and let's get back to town.

NARISHA (WISTFUL):

Matt.....

MATT:

Yes?

NARISHA:

You take me to jail? I don't want to go to jail.

MATT (GENTLY):

I'm afraid you must.....for a while, Narisha. But don't be frightened.

NARISHA (BEAT):

They hang me. They hate me in Dodge.

MATT:

I'm taking you to Hays City for a fair trial.

MUSIC :

BRIDGE

SOUND DOOR OPEN

CHESTER (OFF, NERVOUS):

Mr. Dillon, Judge Craddock will see us now.

MATT:

Thanks, Chester. Let's go.

SFX:

STEPS

MATT (CON'T):

Worried?

NARISHA:

Narisha is not afraid.

MATT:

Good girl.

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STEPS STOPPING

MATT (CON'T):

Worried?

JUDGE (OFF) (GRUMPY):

Yes, yes, come in, Marshal.

SOUND:

DOOR CLOSE, FEW STEPS

MATT:

You've read the plea, Judge Craddock?

JUDGE:

Of course.

SFX:

RUSTLE OF PAPERS

JUDGE (CON'T):

Now...let's see....hmmm...my, my....yes. Mrs. Narisha Yarr stabbed to death one John Grace in Dodge City.

MATT:

(PATIENTLY): Mrs. Yarr wishes to throw herself on the mercy of the Hays City Court.

JUDGE:

Why?

MATT:

Due to known bias in Dodge City and the impossibility of selecting an impartial jury in this area, your honor.

JUDGE:

Because she's an Indian, hey? Go on, Marshal.

MATT:

Her plea is innocent by reason of self-defense.

JUDGE:

Got a lawyer?

MATT:

No, sir. She'll speak for herself. Go on, Narisha....tell him exactly what happened.

NARISHA:

We fight. I kill him.

JUDGE:

A=hmmmmm....I'm afraid I need a few more details.

NARISHA:

Y-yes, sir. It was late, but I could not sleep. I go downtairs to take a walk. On stairs, Mr. Grace meet me....say funny things to me.

JUDGE:

Funny?

NARISHA:

Bad things. You know?

JUDGE:

Go on.

NARISHA:

I get mad, tell him to shut up. He get mad and grab me, make me kiss him. We fight.

JUDGE (GENTLY):

Why didn't you scream for help?

NARISHA (SURPRISE):

Help? I not afraid of him. Just mad.

JUDGE (COUGHS):

I see.:

NMARISHA: I don't get very mad until he tear my dress. But when he do that I bite his arm. I have knife. I use it. Then I am afraid. I know people in town hate me...

JUDGE:

So you ran away.

NARISHA:

Yes, sir.

MATT:

And gave herself up voluntarily, your honor.

JUDGE:

Any substantiation of this story?

MATT:

You have affadavits from the doctor and witnesses to the bite and scratches on the deceased's arm and face. Also an affadvait from the doctor who examined Mrs. Yarr.

JUDGE:

Oh, yes....hmmm...severe bruises around the arms and throat....

MATT:

And from Miss Kitty Davis, who states that Jack Grace had a habit of forcing his attentions on her and other girls working in his establishment.

JUDGE:

(BEAT) I am convinced by the evidence before me that Mrs. Yar is innocent of any criminal act.

SFX:

GAVEL

MUSIC:

BRIDGE

SOUND:

HORSES

CLANCY:

Sorry our visit brought you such a mess of trouble, Matt.

MATT:

Forget it. You got a wonderful wife, Clancy. You're a lucky man.

CLANCY:

Sure and I know it. (BEAT) Matt....who's wrong?

MATT:

It's still a frontier country, Clancy. Lots of fresh memories of loved ones who died and left their scalps drying on Black Eagle's lodge poles.

CLANCY (BITTERLY):

And who lied, cheated and stole from Black Eagle until he had to fight back?

MATT:

White men. (SIGHS): But people who hearts are broken don't think of right or wrong. You have to give them time....time to forget.

CLANCY:

I reckon so. (UP) Ready, Narisha?

NARISHA (OFF):

Yes.

SOUND:

MOUNTING HORSES

CLANCY:

Hasta la vista, Matt.

MATT:

Take care.

NARISHA:

Goodby, my friend Matt.

MATT:

Goodby, Narisha. (BEAT): Chester.....

CHESTER:

Yes, Mr. Dillon?

MATT:

Let's you and me go to the Alafroganza and open up a bottle of rye. Come on...

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CURTAIN

ANNCR:

"GUNSMOKE" UNDER THE DIRECTION OF Norman Macdonnell, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal. Tongith's story was specially written for "GUNSMOKE" by Herb Purdum, with music composed and conducted by Rex Koury. Featured in tonight's cast were Larry Dobkin as Clancy Yarr, and Lillian Buyeff as Narisha with Lou Krugman, Ben Wright, Vici Raff, Paul Dubov and Ralph Moody. Parly Baer is Chester....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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ANNCR:

Here are two Sunday features that have captured America's fancy, year in and year out....on Sunday afternoon, the distinguished music of 'The Symphonettes", directed by Michel Piastro...on Sunday evening, those old-style vocals of "The Choraliers". Listen for both these musical treats, every Sunday on most of these same CBS Radio stations...."The Symphonette" in the afternoon, in the evening "The Choraliers". This is Roy Rowan speaking. And remember...."Broadway's my Beat", the great white way, Saturdays nights on...THE CBS...RADIO NETWORK.

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