Gun smoke brought to you by Chesterfield, America's most popular two-way cigarette. What a pair. Chesterfield King size at the new low price. Chesterfield regular. 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 the U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. Gun smoke starring Wyndham Conrad, the transcribed story of the violence that moved west with young America, and the story of a man who moved with it. I'm that man, Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. The first man they look for and the last they want to meet. It's a chancy job and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely. Good morning, Matt. Hello, Doc. What are you doing up so early, Doc? Early? It's almost noon. Well, that's early for some people. Oh, early for some people. I didn't come here to get into any personal arguments, Matt. I want to borrow one of your shotguns. Borrow your shotgun? Who do you think you are, Doc Holliday? All righty, I've asked you nice. Now I'll just help myself. Good, it's loaded. But I need more than these two shells. Where do you keep them? Well, fetch me my handful, Chester. Yes, sir. At least a handful. No, it doesn't matter what I might run into. Here you are. What's the matter? Don't you trust your aim, Doc, or are you planning to blow up a whole lot of people? None of your business, but I have to go up the river to Pierceville for a week or so, and I thought I might bag a few quail and prairie chicken along the way. Well, that won't make very good eating, Doc. Oh, is that so? And why not? Well, all you're going to get is feathers. All I'm going to get is what? We don't keep those guns here to shoot birds with, you know. Oh, for the love of... Here, Chester, give me some decent ammunition. Well, you didn't say what you wanted for, Doc. Do I have to explain I'm not a murderer? Is this the U.S. Marshal's office? Yeah, that's right. Come on in, mister. I got something to tell you, Marshal. Okay. First, you better say my name, Sam Duley. All right, Duley. Now, for what I got to tell you, I've been skinning hide, Marshal, working for a buffalo hunter named Culpit. You know him? No, I don't. Well, there was this Culpit and his partner Faber and me and the cook. Nobody knows the cook's name. We just call him the cook. And we was camped up the Arkansas River at Turkey Bend. You know where that is? Yeah, yeah, I know. Well, sir, Culpit, he broke out some whiskey the night before last, and we all took to drinking it. And, Marshal, it's a bad thing, but when I drink whiskey, I get kind of senseless. How most men do, Duley? Not like me. I go crazy wild. You won't believe it to look at me, Marshal, but I'm a dangerous man when I'm drinking whiskey. I see. Well, what happened the other night? That fella Faber I was telling you about? Yeah. I killed him, Marshal. You did? Yes, sir. I shot and killed him. I know why I did it, except that I was senseless drunk on that whiskey. I don't even remember doing it, Marshal, but when I come to next morning, them other fellas told me about it. They'd already buried him. They showed me his grave. Poor old Faber. I feel awful bad I did it. Duley, most men when they kill somebody don't come to the law about it. Why did you? I never killed nobody before, Marshal, and I can't have shooting Faber on my mind. Yeah, I had it come. Well, where are the rest of these people, Colt, Pitt, and the cook? They went off on a little prairie summer hunting buffalo. I got no idea where they are. Well, you gonna hang them, Marshal? No, no, I don't hang men. What'd I come here for? You the law, ain't you? Look, Duley, nobody gets hung before they get tried, and I can't send you up for trial unless I see the body of the man you killed. But I told you, Marshal, it was Faber I killed. Okay, okay, it was Faber, but I gotta testify that a crime has been committed and the law reads I can't do that without seeing the body. You calling me a liar? No, I'm not calling you a liar. I mean, I don't understand none of it. Well, don't you worry about it, Duley, I'll take care of it. How? I'll ride out to Turkey Bend and find the grave. Oh, I wouldn't do that, Marshal, no sir, not in this weather. Well, I don't have to bring him into Dodge, Duley, I can leave him buried there. Oh, oh, well I'll go with you. No, no you won't. It's a bad enough trip as it is. You don't like me because I'm a murderer. I like you fine, Duley, I mean, Chester, will you lock him up? Turkey Bend was about 20 miles up the Arkansas and since he was headed that way, Doc Adams rode along with us. We reached the campsite about mid-afternoon, but it took us another hour to find the grave. There was no marker on it and in fact only the color of the fresh turned earth made it possible to find it all. Chester and I did the shovel work and Doc did the examine. What's he taking so long for, Mr. Dillon? Oh, Doc's slow, Chester, but he doesn't miss much. What's there to miss? He's just a shot man. I mean, a Doc shot man. I mean, man. Never mind, Chester. Oh, he's through now. You can put him back now. I've seen all I need. Well, I should hope so, Doc. What were you looking for, measles? It isn't what I was looking for, Chester, it's what I found. Oh, what do you mean, Doc? I remember Dooley saying he shot this man. Is that right? Well, that's what he said. Well, little Dooley got it all mixed up. Faber there didn't die from a bullet. He died from a knife. What? Right through the heart. A knife, huh? Yeah, Dooley sure did get it mixed up. That or somebody told him wrong. It don't make sense. It wouldn't make more sense if I could talk to Colton. How are you ever going to find him out here? He could be anywhere, any direction. We might be weeks looking for him. We'll make him come to us, Chester. Him and the cook both. Come to us? How? You'll see when we get back to Dodge. Almost 100 years ago, Charles Kingsley wrote that tobacco is a lone man's companion, a bachelor's friend, a hungry man's food, a sad man's cordial, a wakeful man's sleep, and a chilly man's fire. These words describe what Chesterfield means to millions of smokers today. You and I smoke for relaxation, for comfort, for satisfaction. And in the whole wide world, no cigarette satisfies like a Chesterfield. Only Chesterfield has the right combination of the world's best tobacco, tobacco that are highest in quality, low in nicotine, best for you. Get a carton of Chesterfield today. Chesterfield Regular, Chesterfield Kingside, both at the same price in most places. Bring him in, Chester. Come on, Dooley. The sun is up and the dew is almost gone from all the little plants and flowers. Chester woke me up, Marshal. You're going to have to do your sleeping somewhere else from now on, Dooley. I can sleep anywhere, anytime. That's what I like about winter. Nothing to do but sleep. Dooley, I'm turning you loose. What? I don't want you to leave Dodge, but I don't want you in jail either. What's the matter with me being in jail? I shot a man, didn't I? He saw the body, didn't he? You got the evidence? Now, don't you worry about it, Dooley. Just do what I tell you to. I want you to stay in Dodge, but not in jail. I got no money. I got nothing to eat. I got no place to sleep. I'm a buffalo skinner. How am I going to get a job in Dodge? Here, Dooley. Here, here's $10. Now, you can live on that fine. No. Now, go on. Take it. Well, okay. But I'm not a man to borrow money. Now, you're doing me a favor. I should have made Culpert pay me off. Like he said, it didn't make sense. Me being in jail, I couldn't spend nothing. I may pay you off yet, Dooley. What? Never mind. But look, if I catch you drinking that money, I'm going to take it away from you and you'll starve. Oh, I won't be drinking, Marshal. Didn't I tell you how crazy and dangerous I am when I drink whiskey? No, sir, I won't do that. Good. Now, if anybody asks you why you're not in jail, tell them I said I'm waiting for something. Waiting for what? Well, say I didn't tell you. And one other thing, don't you tell anybody we rode out and found Faber's body. Don't tell anybody at all. Just forget about that. I'm all mixed up, Marshal. Am I still under arrest? No, no, Dooley. Now, why don't you go on and get out of here? I got work to do, huh? Can I come see you sometime, Eunchester? Sure, sure, of course you can. But I don't want you hanging around here all day. Okay. I won't. I'll be back in a minute. Just once in a while. I wouldn't feel right otherwise, Marshal. Me being a murderer and all. So long. So long, Dooley. Bye, Dooley. Mr. Dillon? What, Chester? How come you didn't tell Dooley that Faber was killed with a knife? He's still thinking he shot him, the poor little cat. I know. I'm sorry I have to do it this way, but word will get around. It'll get clear out onto the prairie even. And when it does, I don't want Colpitt and the cook to be scared off. I only want them to be real curious. So curious, they'll come to Dodge and start asking questions. What good will that do? We'll find out when they get here, Chester. Sir, Mr. Dillon? Uh, no, no thanks, Chester. No, sir, I didn't mean to need you on something. I meant I wanted some. Oh, oh, here. Thank you. Coffee's mighty black tonight. Chester, you know, sugar's not going to change the color of the coffee. No, sir, but it sure sweetens it up. Yeah. Well, look at the hair. It's Dooley. Huh? Oh, Dooley. Sit down, have a cup of coffee, huh? Ain't you going to say hello, Dooley? I can't stand it no more. You've got to help me. Oh, what's the matter, Dooley? What's troubling you? Two days. I've been out of jail two days. I can't go to another one, Mark. Why? What is it? Well, everybody treats me bad. They won't have nothing to do with me. I say I admit, shooting a man, I ought to be in jail. Talking about you too, Marshal, for letting me out. People talk whatever I do. Well, I can't face them out no more. And in a way, I did kill them. I ought to be in jail. Well, Marshal, this way I feel like I stole a sheep. That's how I feel, just like I stole a sheep. I'm sorry, Dooley. You've got to help me. They wouldn't even let me sleep in the room and house or the hotel, nor, no place. Seems to me the citizens of Dodger are getting mighty high-minded all of a sudden. But I'll help you, Dooley. Thanks, Marshal. But not in jail. I can't let you stay there. But there's a shack out back of the jail that belongs to Doc. He stores some stuff in it. Say, that's an idea. And I'll give you some blankets, Dooley. We've got plenty of them around. Doc might find me and shoot me or something. Oh, no. He won't do that. He won't be back for a week or more. Anyway, he'll be glad you're using the place. Well, can I stay in it all day, too? Sure you can. And if you'll show yourself somewhere every now and then, you know? I don't want anybody to think that you've left Dodge. I've got to eat. Will that do it? Fine, fine. Okay. But, Marshal, I'd sure like to know what a man has to do to get jailed in Dodge City, Kansas. I don't know what Dooley did to pass the time, but for the next few days, he hid day and night in Doc's shack back of the jail and came out only to eat a meal in the restaurant now and then. I felt sorry for him. But I'd have felt sorrier if he'd been hung for a crime I knew he was innocent of. A week passed and nothing happened until one day when I went into the general store after a new watch chain I'd ordered. Mr. Jonas wasn't there, but Kitty was. Hello, Matt. Hey, Kitty. You going to buy that hat? Like it? Oh, it looks fine, fine. Really? You sure? Oh, yeah, take it. You won't do better than that. I had Mr. Jonas order it six months ago. Huh? Oh, well, the mails are slow sometimes. It came on the Santa theme, Matt, not by Pony Express. What? I ordered this hat six months ago. It arrived four months ago and I've been wearing it ever since. Where's Mr. Jonas getting? I'm glad you like it, though. He's out back trying to sell somebody a new wagon. Huh? Well, that's a bigger item than my watch chain. I better come back tomorrow. Great. Here it comes now. You can buy that wagon, mister. I guarantee you'll never have any trouble with it. It's too expensive. What's the matter with them kind of Koga people? They raise their prices every year. I'll tell you what I'll do. If I don't sell that wagon by noon tomorrow, you can have it $50 off. You mean that? You have my word, noon tomorrow. I'm going to camp down on the river, right where the cotton was begin. Suppose you drive it out there at noon. No, no, if you want it, you'll have to pick it up here. I got only one man in my camp, my cook. That's why I asked. Where are the rest of your men? They're gone. I'll be picking up a new crew before I head out again. You shouldn't have any trouble finding hide skinners around here. I'll do it tomorrow when I come in for the wagon. Oh, by the way, I heard there's a friend of mine in town, a fellow called Dooley. You know where I could find him? Well, no, I don't. But here's the man to ask. I don't know any Dooley. I never even heard of him. What? I'd like to get my watch chain, though. Has it come in yet? Well, yes, but I... We've been waiting half an hour, Mr. Jonas. Aren't you ever going to be through with him? Don't get no Fredlady through now. See you at noon tomorrow, Stalkie. Sure, sure. Thanks, Kitty. Sure, Matt. Now, what is this all about, Marsha? Mr. Jonas, that man's name is Colpitt. I've been waiting a long time for him to get here. Oh, now I understand. It was his partner Dooley killed. That's why he was saying he's running his outfit alone now that he's got all the money. Is that what he said? Yes, and he also said something about taking care of the law here before he left. Of course, I didn't think anything about it at the time. Lots of men talk like that. Yeah, yeah, I guess they do. But, uh, Colpitt may mean it. Ah, hello, Doc. When did you get back? A couple hours ago, man. Well, what are you doing in here, Dooley? Doc found me in his shack out back, Marshal. We've been talking. Talking? Oh, Matt, I just got back. I didn't know what was going on here. Doc told me about Faber. He says he was killed with a knife. He says I didn't shoot him. Oh, I'm sorry, Matt. I guess you didn't want him to know. Oh, it's all right, Doc. It doesn't matter now. Is that true, Marshal? I didn't kill Faber? Yeah, it's true, Dooley. Colpitt killed him. Pretty mean of him. Telling me to go get hung for it. Pretty doggone mean it. Well, it's all over now, Dooley. I'll take care of Colpitt. Wow. You'll just go on saying, I done it. Look, I want you to leave Dodge. Go someplace where Colpitt can't find you. Then I'm going down to his camp while he's in town tomorrow and arrest the cook. Well, the cook? You said Colpitt done it. Well, he did. Then I'm going to throw the cook in jail and then take Colpitt. When I tell him the cook has told me the whole story, I think I can break Colpitt down and he'll confess. That Colpitt don't care about nothing. Tell me I done it. Marshal, I wish I'd never gone to work for that man. You'd have been better off if you hadn't, Dooley. But you're out of trouble now. Unless Colpitt finds you. So you get out of Dodge as fast as you can, huh? I'll get Chester to find you a horse of some kind. He's a wicked man, Colpitt. He is a wicked, wicked man. Sure. I know you'll get going, Dooley, huh? And good luck to you. Thank you, Marshal. You've been as good as you could be to me, I guess. 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I gave Chester $10 to buy Dooley a mount with, but he couldn't find much of a horse for that, so they settled on an old jack mule. I didn't see Dooley again, but Chester told me later that he'd rub-staked him with another tin out of his own pocket when he saw him on. I guess we both felt a little guilty about the way I'd had to treat him. Anyway, the next day, just after noon, we rode down to the river to pick up the cook and bait the trap for the real murderer, Coltett. Are you going to find this camp, Mr. Dillon? Well, they said it was where the cottonwoods began, Chester. Oh, right over there. He'll kindly spoil everything if Coltett decided not to go to town after all, won't he? Yeah, sure would. There's his horses. Yeah. Ain't no smoke, Colt. That cook ain't cooking nothing. With Colt in town, he's probably asleep, Chester. Hey, he's shooting at us, huh? There's a hole up ahead, Chester. Ride for it. All right, leave your horse, Chester. I told you Colt didn't go in town, Mr. Dillon. Colt is a buffalo hunter, Chester. He couldn't miss at that range with his eyes closed. That's the cook. What's the cook shooting at us for? Well, I'll ask him. What's the matter with you? You're drunk? I'm drunk. I'm crazy wild drunk. It's Dooley. Dooley, stop it! It's Marshal Dillon and Chester. I know who it is. I'm gonna kill you too. Kill us too? I don't kill Colt and the cook with a sharp rifle, and I'm gonna kill you. No! Colt was lying about me killing Faber. I never killed nobody in my life before, but I'm started now. Oh, what's that $10 I give me? You must have gone and drunk it up. Yeah. Dooley! I know you're drunk, but we're gonna sit here in this hole till you sober up. Do you hear me? I ain't gonna sober up. I'm gonna kill people. You can't stay drunk forever. We'll wake you out. Come on out of there. Come on out, I tell you. You're wasting ammunition, Dooley. You can't hit us here. Then I'm coming after you. I'm gonna walk right up there and shoot you. No! No, Dooley, don't do it. I'll have to kill you if you try it. Here I come, Marshal. Don't do it, Dooley. I'm gonna kill everybody. I'll get over there as far as I can, Mr. Dillon. Then we can both jump in my shore, but we can't let him kill us. No, Chester, it's my job. I'll do it. All right, stay down now. You can't get away from Dooley. Nobody can. Throw your hat in the air, Chester. He'll look at it for just a second. Yes, sir. Now that's it, Chester. Come on. Dooley. Dooley. You killed me. I didn't kill you. You killed me. Dooley, you're the last man in the world I wanted to kill. Cuppet and the cook. They're dead. I shot them. Cuppet was a mean, wicked man, Marshal. Yeah, he was. Marshal. What? I'll come say hello to you next time I'm in Dodge. You said I could. Yeah, yeah, you come, Dooley. Sure, you come any time you want. Thanks, Marshal. Thank you. You know, Mr. Dillon, that's terrible. But you must feel even worse than I do. 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