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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 a U.S. marshal and the smell of gun smoke.
Gunsmoth, starring William Conrad, the transcribed story of the violence that moved West with young Americans, and the story of a man who moved with him.
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.
But what do you think?
I don't know if I'm wrong.
Oh, it's cold outside.
Well, you sit on.
I'll have Sam fix you up a coffee, Grob.
That'll warn you.
Why do you think I came in?
You sure know the way to compliment the lazy.
Maybe I are.
I just...
What happened?
I don't know.
What happened?
Oh, it's cold outside.
Well, you sit on.
I'll have Sam fix you up a coffee, Grob.
I'm sorry.
What do you think you're doing?
I'm not looking. He's been spoiling the trouble.
I just came in here.
You know him?
Well, answer.
Nothing. You don't need the whole bar.
What did you say?
I got as much right here as you.
You got a knife.
Wait a minute.
Put it up.
You again, Dylan.
Just like the last time.
You want more of the scene?
It's a little different now, Murdock.
So I see.
You got a badge to hide behind me.
Put up the knife.
That's better.
This man's crazy, Marshall.
I didn't do a thing to him.
I didn't mean to jostle him.
Sorry.
It's all right, son.
It's over now going about your business.
Yes, sir, Marshall.
Yes, sir.
Yeah.
What kind of a bone picker is that for the high brains?
Times of change, Murdock.
Nothing but settlers and dudes.
Bone pickers and fragments.
Cow wranglers and glucose.
And lawmen.
There's something you better understand, Murdock.
When Dodge was fuller, you buffalo hunters.
You can throw your weight around.
Well, not anymore.
I ain't changed, Dylan.
Just stay out of trouble.
I'll do as I want.
He always did.
What are you doing in Dodge anyway?
There haven't been any buffalo around here for years.
Well, maybe I came to see you, Dylan.
And I thought you probably figured me for dead.
Oh, no.
I heard about you and your badge.
Maybe it's just as well for both of us somewhere in it.
I don't fear no man.
And least of all you.
All right.
Just let me give you a little warning.
You're thinking of going soft for buffalo under Indian territory?
I wouldn't.
I do a lot of things you wouldn't.
This is orders from Washington.
They don't want any more trouble with the Indians.
The territory is closed to hunters.
I've got cavalry patrols along the line.
I go where I aim to go.
And I don't fear no cavalry.
And I got orders to stop anyone.
Have you now?
You just remember what I said.
Math, he's dangerous.
The crazy look in his eyes.
You know, Kitty, when the buffalo herds were running,
Dodge was 2,000 like him and not much else.
Who is he?
He's the one the Indians call Long Arm.
His name's Jason Murdock.
Oh, I've heard of him.
Yeah.
Almost a legend on the frontier.
And on the plains, maybe 30 or more years.
Beaver Trapper, Buffalo Hunter, Indian Scout.
He lived with the Indians a long time.
Math, what's between you and Murdock?
Dodge.
Ah, that's the kind of a thing.
Man, doesn't like to talk about her.
Remember, Kitty?
When he takes a beaten.
You?
I was just in from Missouri.
Pretty green.
Murdock and some of his crowd were in town on a spree.
When their fun threatened to include scalping a hide freighter,
they didn't like.
I stepped into it.
Like I say, I was pretty green.
They beat you, Math.
Let me for dead down by the river.
You watch out for him.
He's a troublemaker.
Yeah.
But right now, I want to find out why he's here.
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I figured Murdoch was in dodge off fitting a hunt.
So I found the merchant who sold him supplies.
He couldn't tell me much,
except that Murdoch had an Indian with him for a Skinner.
And that they were camped somewhere outside town.
Took me a while, but I found the camp.
And when I came up, the Indian was alone.
He was a young brave.
And that's why I found him.
And that's why I found him.
And that's why I found him.
He was a young brave.
And he was hunched over the fire, sharpening a long, curved, skinnered knife.
It's all right.
Go on.
Go on.
You're a long way from home, aren't you?
What are you, Blackfoot?
How do you know that?
The scars on your wrists, the cut arms.
Your people do that in mourning some close relative's death, don't they?
No. For those four.
Father, brother, mother.
All right.
My name's Matt Dillon.
I'm a U.S. marshal.
How are you called?
Oh, what does Murdoch call you?
When he is not angry?
Engine.
And when he is?
Dog eater.
And he knows his Indian insults.
What do your people call you?
It means golden calf.
You're a breed, aren't you?
I'm an Indian.
And then what are you doing here so far from your tribe?
Skin and buffalo for a man like Murdoch?
In the lodges at night, my people speak of the pale warrior with a long arm.
Chase Murdoch.
When he was with us, his medicine was good.
The planes were dark with buffalo.
They gave the Indian all he needed.
Food, clothes, beds, lodgskins.
Now we do not have good medicine.
The buffalo are gone.
So you came looking for Murdoch for a long arm to take him back?
Yes.
But he would not go, so I stay with him.
And now you're going on a buffalo hunt with him in the treaty territory, huh?
He does not tell me where he goes.
But I'll tell you.
He's going to hunt among the few small herds that are left, given by the treaty to the Indian.
I do not know that.
Well, it's true.
And if you do this, you're robbing your brothers of the little that's left to them.
That's enough, Dylan.
Hello, Murdoch.
Stand up, Dog eater.
Don't hit him again, Murdoch.
I'll do it as I please.
You've got no right to come, stupid, Dylan.
Ask him questions, trying to turn my skin against me.
The way you trade him, you'll turn him against yourself.
And he may not be so friendly once you tour alone down to the Indian nations.
I don't fear no Indian.
At least to all him.
I know him, lived with him plenty of years.
Oh, I heard.
They thought you were good medicine, man, huh?
Sure.
I brought him the long arm.
The first gun they ever seen.
Gave him more meat than they ever seen, too.
Sure, I was good medicine.
Yeah, but you've changed some.
I am not so romantic as I was.
I can take him or leave him alone.
Besides, Indian's day is done.
The man don't need to walk easy with him no more.
I wouldn't be too sure of that.
With this hiking be sure.
Well, you still should have begged 50, huh?
Yeah.
And I can load and fire as fast as another man with one of them new repeaters.
And I can drop a buffalo near a mile.
Or a man.
He killed an Indian once at 1,200 yards, like the took off his head.
He'll enjoy kelondonche mardakum.
Oh, I don't mind it.
You know, 30 years on the plains have done something to you.
Something crazy.
Maybe you were a pioneer once, opening up the West,
a loner doing what you had to do, making your own law.
But your day's finished, mardak.
You have to abide by the law now.
Are you through, Dylan?
I see, but you're out that you're going light and fast.
That must mean soft.
Well, I'm warning you, don't try it.
I'll go where I aim to go.
No cavalry will stop me.
And I just hope you try.
All right, if that's the way you want it.
You cross that line, and I'll come after you.
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Getting ready for dinner?
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I could have sent word to the Colonel
with Fort Dodge and let the cavalry handle Murdoch.
But this was something personal.
It was a job I wanted to do myself.
I couldn't touch Murdoch until he crossed the line
into the Indian nations.
So the next morning, I just watched him drive out of town.
I gave him a couple of hours.
And then Chester and I started on his trail.
West Raid South, across the Arkansas,
into the nations.
I don't know, Mr. Dylan, it seems almost too easy.
His wagon tracks in the snow,
going straight as a board,
as far as you can see over the next fry.
Yeah, I know, Chester.
But we better keep our eyes open.
We should be getting close to him now.
Well, I guess ain't nothing to worry about,
long as we can see his tracks up ahead.
Well, maybe not.
It will come up on that rise easy.
Just might be waiting for us on the other side.
I don't know, the way he ain't bothered
and the car was trails,
he seemed like he hadn't expect us to forward.
Maybe he didn't leave it.
I don't count on it.
Come on.
I swear this ain't the time of year for traveling, is it?
Good time for Buffalo hunting,
no coat will be primed.
And if I was...
Mr. Dylan!
Chester, you hit?
No, sir, he didn't get me.
He got my horse,
but I'm pinned down.
All right, I'll get you out of here.
Mr. Dylan, look out, he's still cute.
All right, just stay flat behind a horse.
Now, you pull your leg out when I lift up on the saddle, huh?
That's right, Will.
There.
Now, stay low.
We can still work that shut component.
Well, I'm not sure, but I...
Yeah.
I'm over in that rim of rock there.
It must have circled around.
Yeah, we rode right into a trap.
How's your leg?
All right, ain't broke.
I don't think...
It had hurt some, all right?
I'm afraid I ain't gonna be much used to you, Mr. Dylan.
I don't worry about it, Chester.
Well, what are we gonna do?
We can't just lay here in the snow, we'll freeze.
That's probably what Murdoch's thinking.
He sure planned it.
He got us pinned out here in the open.
No cover anywhere near.
Mr. Dylan, my rifle's under the horse.
Maybe we can...
No, I wouldn't do any good anyway, Chester.
It's too far.
Only his buffalo gun has this range.
Yes, sir.
I got you!
Where is it?
No, he shot your horse, Mr. Dylan.
There was no need for that.
Yeah.
He's showing us how great a hunter he is, Chester.
What are we gonna do without horses?
We'll worry about that later.
Now, there's one thing we can do.
Get up to those rocks and rushing.
About how?
Well, his big thift is a single shot.
He's got a reload between shots.
He's doing it 85.
Yeah, but quite a year is I could be moving.
Mr. Dylan, you wouldn't never make it.
Well, that's 500 yards or more.
Now, you got any other ideas, Chester?
No, sir, I...
...durned this way.
That's all right, Chester.
This isn't your fight anyway.
Well, I think I'll draw a shot and see just how fast he can reload.
No, no, Mr. Dylan.
One, two, three.
You're taking off if he's standing up like that, Mr. Dylan.
No, no, no, thank you.
All right.
Now we know.
Five seconds.
That ain't very long.
I don't have to be long enough.
Don't, Chester.
Yes, sir.
Good luck, Mr. Dylan.
Yeah, same to you, Chester.
Hey, Murak!
One, two, three, four, five.
Not like hunting buffalo is at Murak!
One, two, three, four, five.
Ah!
You're getting closer, Murak!
One, two, three, four, five.
Oh, maybe he's caught on.
Hey, Murak!
You can't be out of ammunition, could you?
I wonder.
Hey, Murak!
I lay there half covered with a snow, no, and Murak might easily be holding me in the sights of his rifle.
But I also knew I couldn't lie there much longer.
I'd freeze before darkness could give me the cover I needed.
Then I saw movement among the rocks.
It was golden calf.
He walked to the rim and started down toward me.
The body of chase Murak lifeless in his arms.
I got up and went to meet him.
As I approached golden calf stopped, and after a moment he placed the body gently on the ground.
Why did you do it, golden calf?
I know now you spoke the truth.
His medicine was not good, not anymore.
Is that the only reason you're killed?
Here? No.
All right, thanks anyway.
I'm going to have to take you back.
But nobody will convict you for saving the life of a U.S. marshal.
Now we're going to have to bury him.
Yes.
Wait a minute.
Let me see your wrist.
That's a new gash.
Was Murak a relative of yours?
He was my father.
I am golden calf, the son of long now.
Oh.
All right, golden calf.
Let's get started.
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In our arrival of a Texas herd and Dodge usually meant celebrating and a general hurray of the town.
But next week a herd arrives with a murdered man.
Man, that was the West.
Good night.
Produced and directed by Norman McDonald,
stars William Conrad as Matt Dylan, U.S. Marshall.
The special music for gun smoke was composed and conducted by Rex Corey.
Sound patterns by Tom Handley and Bill James.
Featured in the cast were Nestor Piva, Sam Edwards and Harry Bartell.
Farley Bear is Chester and Georgia Ellis is Kitty.
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