Around God 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. John Wilkes Moore, starring William Conrad, the 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 chancey job, and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely. Angie, I can't believe you papered this room. I did. I kept thinking about it until we appeared on the TV show. It turned out that earlier, though, was in a немножко weird place and a little lovelier than ever before. The man you stress and strain. Doane's pain relieving action is often the answer and they also offer mild diuretic action through the kidney. So if nagging backache is making you feel worn out, tired, and miserable with restless sleepless nights, don't wait. Try Doane's pills, used successfully by millions for over 60 years. See if they don't bring you the same welcome relief. Get Doane's pills today to save money by Doane's big economy size. You going out soon Mr. Jones? It's a little early yet, Chester, and things seem quiet enough. But why do you ask? Well sir, I thought I might read your thoughts up a little bit when you go. That's night? Now night wasn't made just for sleeping. That's what my momma used to tell it. Now Chester, I'll bet you a dollar to a dime it was your father who said that. My papa? Of course it was. Did I say my momma? Well I sure never meant that. My goodness alive, no. She didn't even do nothing after dark except read in the Bible and out loud. What did you know, harm? In any way you've more than made up for it. Well, I ain't got your wild one is all I have. No, no, Chester, every now and then you've got a look in your eye that's so trouble for some pretty girl. Now that is pure talk to get pure. That was of course the eye, come on. Right in the feet there, Chester. Yeah, I see him. Nobody else around. Take a look down the alley. That's a dang shot. Dang. Danny, you're bad hurt. Shot me right in the back, Marshal. Must have been in the alley there. One of your men built my dock, huh? Any idea who it was, Danny? No, sir. None at all. I ain't got an enemy in the world. No. I know. But has anybody at all said anything lately or done anything that might have led to this? No, no. You see him at all? No, sir. But I did hear him say something about Stone, Marshal. That's all I heard. Stone. A man's name? Could be. Anyway, that's all I heard. Maybe he thought I was somebody called Stone. I don't know. Well, I don't know, Stone. Not around here, anyway. No. Will it be you, Danny? No, I don't. All right. A couple of you men get him up to dock. Come on, Chester. Danny! They even took a nice, peaceable fellow out there down on that chain. That's what it is. You want some more coffee? Um, yeah, yeah. Nobody's right, Chester. He got shot by mistake. How come you're so sure? Well, he's had to, one thing. That's the same shape and the same color as mine. Is? Uh, and Dane and I are built enough alike, we're close enough in size, that somebody could possibly make a mistake. Especially at night. What is it? Maybe that stretch of his tongue cast me. Except for one thing. I once knew a man named Stone. You knew him? You mean his dad? Mm-hmm. Well, but if he's dead, then it couldn't have been him. Stone had a friend called Danch. Might have been Danch. Why? Now, they were both coffee's down in Matagorda County, it was. One day, Danch found his friend Stone hung from a live oak tree. Now, I haven't seen Danch since that event, but I've heard that he's often sworn publicly that he's gonna kill me for it. Didn't you? No, Chester. Probably some cattlemen caught him using a straight iron and practiced a little quick justice. I wasn't even around. I don't hang people. Anyway, if it was Danch, he's probably still in Dutch. He'd have heard he shot the wrong man sooner or later. Were you gonna look for him? It's better than letting him look for me, especially seeing the way he goes about it. Well, what do you look like, in case I seem perfect? Ah, he's tall, thin. He's got one mark you can't miss. Maybe if you stand on his left side, anyway. What's that? He had a fight somewhere. He got his ear chewed off. Well, unless he's grown another, that ought to make him easy enough to spot. I might wander around and see if he's been around the Dodge house, ain't it, Stone? All right, Chester. I'm gonna make a round of the saloons. I'll be at the long branch, man. Yes, sir. You sure you don't want to drink, man? No, not tonight, kid. You must be expectin' trouble. Maybe. Have you heard the name Dancher around here lately? Dan? No, no, I haven't. What do you look like? He's a tall man. Missin' an ear. Oh, yeah. He saw a fella like that a couple of nights ago. He's in here real late. Is that so? You haven't seen him since? No. I could ask the other girl. Miss Dillon? Oh, hello, Miss Keeley. Hello, Chester. Miss Dillon, you know that cheap woman house at the edge of town that let me call the Prairie Dog Hole? Yeah, what about it? Well, sir, I went to every other place, and then I tied it just on a tent, and sure enough, he was... You mean you saw him? No, he's gone. They said he rode in after dark last night, and he left one gone. He hasn't been back since and took his horse with him. Oh. So maybe it wasn't him after all, huh? Maybe not, Chester, but I think I'll keep sniffing the air just the same. The next afternoon about sundown, Dane Shaw suddenly died. He hadn't been badly hurt, but as Doc said, you never know how a man's heart will react. Anyway, Dane, a man without an enemy in the world, was dead, murdered, and in place of me. At night I was walking down Front Street thinking about it and wondering why it's the innocent that so often get hurt when... Well, once I had a female I was being followed. I walked on until I reached an alley, and then I turned into it casually. Once out of sight I ran halfway down it and ducked behind a rain barrel and waited. A few seconds later I knew I'd been right. Don't kill me. Don't kill me, Michael. Well, that depends on you, Mr. Now, get up. You got my gun. I went on. You went off when you jumped me. That's all. Shut up and turn around. Okay. Alright. Our deal is right around the corner. Walk ahead of me and walk careful. I will. Sure I will. That's it. Now open the door and go right on in. Sure. Marshall. Well, I declare who is it, Mr. Billings? I don't know. Who are you, mister? My name is Lee. Lee what? Bill Lee. Alright, Lee, now why did you follow me down that alley with a gun in your hand? I wasn't following you, Marshall. Oh, what were you doing? Well, I was just... it was dark down there and I didn't want to take any chances. Alright, Lee. Did you shoot Dane Shaw last night? No, you... look here, Marshall, you can't drag me in here. Excuse me. Shut up. All I want out of you is one thing, to damn try you to kill me. You got nothing on me, Marshall. I never heard of no Dane. Alright, lock him up, Chester. Lock me up? What for? A lion. Now, wait a minute. That's illegal. It sure is. No, I'm... you can't put me in jail. You show him what we can do, Chester. Alright, mister. Right through that door. Who? I see you tried to do this, Marshall. I know my rights. The only rights you've got left is to be hung and I hope it takes place real soon. Every morning, Chester brought Lee out of his cell and I questioned him, but he admitted nothing day after day. We kept him in jail anyway and I hope Danche should hear of it and come into town to do the job himself. But it isn't a good feeling to walk down the street and know that any minute you might get shot in the back and finally I got tired of it. I wanted to know where Danche was. You're wasting your time, Marshall. Look, for the last time, are you going to tell me where Danche is? I've told you a hundred times I don't know Danche. Why do you make this deal with him? I don't know nothing about no deal. I'm an innocent man, Marshall, and as soon as I get out of here, I'm going to write the government about it. Tell me, Lee, how does it feel to kill a man for money? Oh, don't you look at me, Marshall. Nobody's paid me nothing. What about you? You get paid for shooting people. You get paid regular for it. Lee, I think I'll hit you right on the head and drag you back to your cell like this. Sure, sure. I know where I am. Wait a minute, Chuck. Don't let him be. Oh, I'll do that. That's kind of obvious to me, boy. I know, but I've got a better idea of what to do with him. What? I'm not getting anywhere this way. Lee just isn't going to tell us anything. He's got his mind made up. I don't know anything I told you. So keeping him locked up isn't going to help turn him loose. Oh, no. Now? Yeah, well, it's about time. You can't do that. He's just trying to kill you. You're getting first sense again. All right, go on, Lee. You're free. Get out of here. You really mean it, Marshall? You heard me. There's your gun. Take it. Don't pick it up out of the box. That's better. Oh, I wouldn't try nothing more. If you die, if you're dead, you're not fast enough to kill me face to face. No, man, I wouldn't try. Yeah, goodbye, Marshall, Jester. I'm leaving. I'm taking the next train to Abilene. I'll leave. Yeah? There's just one thing. What? You said I get paid for shooting people. Oh, no, Marshall, I didn't mean nothing. Now, in a way, you're right. Sometimes I have to when there's no other way out. But I won't get paid for shooting you. What? Now I figure killing you will be part pleasure and part self-defense. Well, what are you talking about, Marshall? Just that. Yeah, but why do you want to shoot me? I don't like men of your kind. Well, Marshall, you can't... I can't let you get any farther than that boardwalk. I'd be a fool if I did. Now, you go on out the door, ladies, and I'm coming right after you. No, no. I'll feel a lot safer with you dead. Go on, now. No, I'll stand right here. And then I'll kill you right here. You're armed. No. I'll give you my gun. Now, Patrick, don't kill me, Marshall. Don't kill me. I'll tell you how. I'll tell you anything you want. It's too late. You'll probably lie anyway. Oh, no, no, Marshall. No, I won't. You listen to me. Danch is down the Centifee Trail, about 75 miles across the Cimarron, a place called Waggon Bed Springs. He is, huh? He's waiting there for me. He's waiting to pay me when I... When you kill me, is that right? I'm not going to kill you, Marshall. No, I... Take his contrastor before he changes his mind. He's a pretty brave man. Sure, sure. Take it. There he is, still. I told you. You let me go now, huh? You know, Danch isn't going to like you having killed a wrong man and me still walking around in good health, Lee. And the law wouldn't like it if I turned a murderer loose. Now lock him up, Chester, and then get the horses. You know the way, Lee. Waggon Bed Springs boasted a hotel with a half a dozen rooms, a restaurant, and two saloons all built out of adobe. It was just a stopping point for bullwackers and mule skinners driving their freight waggons along the Santa Fe Trail. When night came, Chester and I rode in, found a corral for our horses, and scouted the town. Danch wasn't anywhere in sight, so I decided to begin asking questions. Bear her with you, man. Here. Same for me. Strangers, Angie? Yeah, we're supposed to meet a friend here. Well, what's around, Mr.? I have, but can't find him. If he's in Waggon Bed Springs, you can find him. This ain't a big town like Dodge and M-Place. I wish it was. You know, I'd like to see Dodge sometime. That's where my friend may have gone, but maybe you saw him when he passed through here at tall, man. One ear. Oh? That caused himself damage. Well, sure, I know him. He was here quite a while. But he left just yesterday. He's gone to Texas, Mr. Not a die. That's so. He tell you that? Well, that's what he said when he left. All right, thanks. Sure. Are you staying here long? No, not long. Here's for the beer. We'll be back soon, please. Good. We'll be back in a little while. Say, did you hear that Mr. Lowe, we really gonna eat supper again? Just to that barkeep said he'd never seen Dodge. He was there last fall. I remember his face. Yeah, well, I... If he was in Dodge, he knows who I am. Vance is here somewhere, and that barkeep's gonna get word to him mighty fast. Now, come on, let's get across the street. What are we doing? We'll follow him when he goes to tell Vance I'm here. He'll leave it so that he thinks we're in a restaurant. All right, he won't see us here. Can I go with you? Yeah, if you stay out of the way. Oh, I will. I figured it right, and in a few minutes, the barkeep came out onto the street and walked down toward the edge of town. We followed some distance behind until he reached a small, doby hut, and there he knocked and then disappeared inside. The hut had no windows, we could see, but I sent Shepter around back to make sure. He returned in a moment, and I told him to wait while I went up to the door. Who is it? You're trapped, Dodge. Come out with your hands up. The barkeep is your fool. I didn't see. He said he had to go out on the street. You got nothing to do with this. I'm getting out of here. Go on, go on, get out. Marshall, I'm coming out. I ain't even arsed, but don't shoot. Okay, come on. Get out. You got a little bit more than that. I can't get out now. All right, keep your hands up. Sure, sure, I'll take him. Keep an eye on him. Come on, I won't do anything. He paid me to warn him, I thought. You're in a bad spot, Dan. You can rot in there. I don't suppose you've been in a fight in France any more than you did Stonewall, Dennis. I was in Galveston when Stone got hung, Dan. That's a lie. That doesn't matter. I'll come here later, shoot me. You lost your nerve? Two minutes settlement and Dodge is what. Yeah, I forgot your reputation with cows. And I don't care how you die anyway. You talk big for a man who's practically buried. I'm coming out, Dylan. I'm coming out with a gun. Don't do it, Dan. I'll have to kill you. I hang anyways and I just might get you. I backed off around the corner of the hut and waited. Dan opened the door wide and then suddenly he sprang out a gun ready in each hand expecting to face me. He stood there for a second before he realized he'd been trapped again. And then he made his choice and started to the corner of the hut where I was. Drop on dash. Did you know? Okay, Chester. Is he dead? Yeah. Well, he tried to kill you, Marshal, and it was self-defense pure and simple. Shut up. What do we do with this man, Mr. Gillen? Let him go, Chester. He's a scum. All right. Very impressive, Pete Pager. Yes, sir, I'll take care of him. If I ever see you and Dodge, you'll go to jail. Oh, no, sir, I wouldn't come here. Come on, Chester, let's get out of here. Repeat after me, please. What do you want when you need brand? What do you want when you need brand? Reliability. Reliability. Now, what do you get in Kellogg's All Brand? What do you get in Kellogg's All Brand? Reliability. Right. Hi, this is Dennis James to explain why Kellogg's Way is the reliable way to get the effectiveness you want from brands with just half a cup a day. The Kellogg's All Brand is the real battle-queak formula, the one that millions of people depend on. 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