Gunsmoke brought to you by Chesterfield. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed thanks to Accuray. They satisfy the most. Around Dodge City and in the territory on the 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. 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. 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. So your name's Forrest Capper, huh? Yeah, that's right, mister. Well, you say your name out like you've got nothing to hide. Well, now you're right again. Now I guess a man wanted to hide something. He'd be wearing a gun to help him do it. Maybe. Well, are you agreeing with me or ain't you agreeing with me? Any way you want it, mister. You're big, Capper, but I ain't afraid of you. There's no reason you should be. You're awful big. A man be a fool to go against you without a gun, wouldn't he? But wouldn't he? Mister, have a drink. No. Here. You have this instead. I always carry an extra gun in my belt. I don't want your gun. Well, I can't fight you with a gun you're too big. We've got no cause to fight, mister. Now you take your gun back. You're free. You're a coward. You're a sneaking coward. Don't you push it, mister. I said you're a coward. All right, fellow. You've had enough. Now you keep out of this. I am wearing a gun, mister. And I'll bend it across your skull in a minute. Oh. You're the Marshal. Get out of here. Go on. Move. Sure. Sure. There. Suppose I ought to thank you, Marshal. No need. Name is Foss Kapper. You know, most men around Dodge do wear guns, Kapper. I've had enough of fighting, Marshal. Oh? And where was that? By the war? That's right. From the Harper's Ferry all the way to Richmond. You know, a man gets tired of killing. Yeah, I know. Mr. Dillon? Yeah, what is it, Chester? Mr. Dillon, Ben Stacell's out there in the street. So? He's about to beat up one of his riders. I suppose it has to do with his sister again, huh? Yes, it sure does. And Carrie's there, too. All right, let's go. Oh, I declare that poor Carrie. Mr. Dillon, she was trying to load their wagon all by herself. And this rider, Stancell, has come along, and he was helping her when Stancell himself come up and got real sore about it. Stancell doesn't deserve a sister like Carrie. He's as nice as he is, mean and ugly. There they are. Yeah. Well, say, where's that cowboy? He's lying on the ground behind Stancell. Well, I sure didn't hear no shootin'. I'll get you back to loading that stuff, Carrie. You hear me? Yes, I hear you, Ben. Well, I hope you didn't kill him, Stancell. Oh, he's all right, Marshal. I only knocked him down. Well, I'll go get some water from over there. I should have killed him. For what? Trying to help Carrie do a man's work? Carrie's my sister, Marshal. What she does ain't no business of yours now. Once you're keeping men away from her, the way you do is gonna lead to real trouble one of these days. My trouble, Marshal? Not if you kill somebody. You know, I guess men don't like the way you treat her. There's somebody else trying to help her. Huh? Now, by him. You just take it easy, Stancell. That man's not wearing a gun. Then he better go get one. There you are, man. What do you think you're doing, stranger? My box seemed a little heavy for a lady to be lifting. Please, Ben. He meant no harm. You know this man? He told me his name. Carrie, you're turning into a regular duxy. I wouldn't talk like that, Marshal. You shut up. You're gonna beat me like you did the other fella? There's been enough fighting for one day. Stancell, your wagon's loaded. So why don't you get going? All I can say to you, mister, you better get yourself a gun. Get up on the seat, Carrie. Good day, Miss Carrie. Goodbye, Mr. Capper. Well, how did you get mixed up in this, Capper? I was curious, so I followed you out. And I seen her struggling with that box. Couldn't just stand there and watch her, could her? You just remember something. Someday Stancell's gonna kill somebody over her. Well, I sure hope it won't be me. Then you know what to do, huh? Yeah, yeah, I know what to do, Marshal. You've heard Bobby Haggard whistling it on radio and television. Right now, a country-style version. Okay, partners? Packs more pleasure, packs more pleasure. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. It stands to reason a cigarette made better and packed better, smokes better, tastes better. And Chesterfield is more perfectly packed by Accu-Ray. This electronic miracle removes human error in cigarette manufacture. So Accu-Ray Chesterfield is firm and pleasing to the lips, mild yet deeply satisfying. Yes, Chesterfield gives you something no other cigarette can give you. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. To the touch, to the taste, Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed by Chesterfield, mild. Yet they satisfy the most. Hello, Matt. Ah, Kenny. Are you shopping? I guess a woman's always shopping, Matt. Whether she buys anything or not. I believe that. Well, now. What? That's Kerry Stencil. Huh? Oh. Well, sure. But isn't that Foss Kapper driving her wagon? Well, where you've been the last few weeks, Matt. He drives her wagon every time she comes to town. He does. Well, sure. He rides out, meets her partway, ties his horse behind, and they drive in together. And this has been going on for a couple of weeks yourself. Oh, but at least. Ben Stencil hasn't found out, I take it. I doubt if Kapper's ever showed himself anywhere near the ranch, Matt. You think he's afraid? Don't you? Maybe he only wants to avoid a fight. Isn't that the same thing? No, not necessarily, Kitty. Oh, if he wasn't a coward, he'd be wearing a gun, wouldn't he? I don't know, Kitty. I haven't decided about Foss Kapper. Look at them, Matt. They're so wrapped up in each other, they don't even see us. No, Ma. This is the last time he's got to me. I don't want to bring you no trouble, Kerry, but ain't gonna stop seeing you. Oh, Ma. She's smarter than he is. Yeah, maybe. You know, I guess she'll never be able to get away from that brother of hers. Oh, Matt, look. Yeah. There's gonna be trouble, Matt. Stencil looks awful mad. Well, Matt, I like to interfere in family matters, but this time I guess I'd better... You'd better hurry, too. Yeah, I will. How long has this been going on, Kerry? Please, Ben. Let's talk about it at home, not here. We're gonna settle this here and now. You ain't gonna stop it, Marshall. I just want to be sure you remember that Foss Kapper doesn't carry a gun, Stencil. Dirty coward. Of course he doesn't. A gun wouldn't solve anything, Stencil. It'd get you killed, that'd solve things. Maybe for you, not for Kerry. I don't even want to hear you saying her name. You're gonna have to hear it. Now, it's gone on long enough, Stencil, the way you treat her. What I do with Kerry ain't no business of yours. I want Kerry to marry me. Foss, you never told me that. Well, I've been thinking all night, Kerry. I figured to wait, but I guess there ain't time now for waiting. Oh, Foss. Kerry's worked hard for you, Stencil. And you never gave her a thing of her own. You kept everybody from her for fear of losing her. She ain't a woman to you, a sister. She's nothing but cheap labor. I'll kill you sure now. No, you won't, cause you'd hang for it. I'll get you, Kapper, one way or the other. Kerry. Yes? You go on back to the ranch and get what things you need. I'll be waiting right here for you tomorrow noon. No, Kerry. You can't stop us, Stencil. You're gonna be free, Kerry. You make up your mind later about marrying. But you're gonna be free. Kerry. Stencil, you shut up. And don't you lay a finger on her, or I'll just beat you to death. Go on, Kerry. All right, Foss. Noon tomorrow, Kerry. I'll be waiting. And you mind what I said, Stencil. Don't you try to stop her. I won't try to stop her. You I'm gonna stop. Now, you know, Marshal, I didn't mean to cause trouble when I come here. Maybe not, Kapper. But you sure done it. Where are you listening to gun smoke? In your favorite easy chair? Or out driving? Oh, there you are. In the kitchen. Say, do you want to make whatever you're doing more enjoyable? Have a Chesterfield. Enjoy Chesterfield's better taste and mildness. It stands to reason a cigarette made better and packed better, smokes better, tastes better. And Chesterfield is more perfectly packed by Accu-Ray. This electronic miracle removes human error in cigarette manufacture. So Accu-Ray Chesterfield is firm and pleasing to the lips, mild yet deeply satisfying. Yes, Chesterfield gives you something no other cigarette can give you. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. To the touch, to the taste, Chesterfield packs more pleasure because it's more perfectly packed by Chesterfield, mild yet they satisfy the most. Mr. Dillon? Yeah, what is it, Chester? You better get on out there quick. It's fixing to happen. Ben Stansel just rode in a two of his men. What? Has Carrie showed up yet? No, Sir Shane. But Foss Chapper was waiting for her when them others come in. I didn't think Stansel would let her go without a fight. Oh, there's going to be a fight all right. For some kind. Look how they're crowding. We can't fix you good. I see you brought plenty of help. You're too big for one man to handle. If the three of us can do it. Oh, you don't, Stansel. You keep out of this, Marshal. You don't think I'm going to stand by and watch three men work over one, do you? Wait, Marshal. Yeah, what, Cap'er? Now, there ain't no other way. I'll take them on. All of them. It's got to be done. Wait a minute. Look who's coming yonder. It's Carrie. I told her to go back home. What? What in the world is the matter with her? She looks like she got drugged. You keep away from her, Cap'er. Shut up, Stansel. Leave him be. Carrie. What happened to you? They caught up with me. You're too tall. Here, I'll help you down. I got here anyway. He couldn't stop me. Did your brother do this to you? Did he knock you around? You get back on that wagon and go home, Carrie. All right, hold it, Stansel. Let her talk. Carrie, did he do it? Yes. You sure need convincing, Carrie. I told you to shut up, Stansel. Yesterday? Yeah. Would you be good enough to take Carrie over to Miss Kitty's? Because I got a little business here. Be glad to. Don't show moves, Stansel. You come on, please, Miss Carrie. All right, boys. Let's get to work. Wait just a minute, Stansel. I've changed my mind. What? I ain't going to fight you. Not now. Not that way. You're going to settle this for good and all. What are you talking about? Marshal Dillon, could I ask you a favor? What, Cabot? Lend me your gun. Well. All right. All right, here it is. Thank you. Now, what's this? What are you two doing? Whoever heard of a lawman lending his gun? I think Capper's right, Stansel. This business has got to be settled for good. He's the one to do it, not me. Okay. And you can watch him die. You ready, boys? Now, wait a minute, Stansel. You didn't say nothing about no gunfighting. What difference does that make? There's something about him. I don't like the way he wears that gun. He looks kind of professional to me. He's nothing but a tin horn and he's a coward at that. He ain't no coward. And I ain't having no part of this. Come on, Bob. Let's don't be fools. Now, you're fired. Both of you. Good. Stansel? Was he right, Capper? Are you a gunman? You can find out. Easy enough. You gonna stand there and allow this, Marshal? I can't stop it now. Well, I think he is a gunman. I think he's a killer. You're through. Get going. Marshal, your gun. I thank you. Sure. You remember, I told you, a man gets tired at killing. I had a feeling it was more than a war that did it, Capper. I thought I was all through wearing a gun. That's why I asked Carrie to marry me. So? You tell her for me, Marshal. Tell her I was ready to kill her brother. I can't ask her to marry me now. A day will always come when I'll have to put on a gun again. Not against Stansel. Well, there's others. A man like me has got enemies. Why don't you tell her about it yourself, Capper? It wouldn't be fair. I'd be influencing her the wrong way just being there. Will you do it? It's too late. Huh? I'm behind you. Oh, she didn't go to Kitty's. She was waiting to see what happened. Yeah, she saw you, Capper. Gun and all. She doesn't look like she's coming to tell you goodbye. No. Oh, she doesn't. Does she? Boss? In a moment, our star, William Conrad. Chesterfield packs more pleasure because Chesterfield's more perfectly packed. A cigarette made better and packed better, smokes better, tastes better, and Chesterfield is more perfectly packed by Accuray. This electronic miracle removes human error in cigarette manufacture. So Accuray Chesterfield is firm and pleasing to the lips. Chesterfield, mild, yet they satisfy the most. You know, writers like Ned Bundleine drew exaggerated word pictures of the West. Yet they did no real harm. But next week, two writers from New York come to Dodge under the cause of an Indian massacre. And that was the West. Good night. Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald, 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 Corey. 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