Marshal Proudfoot

In the town Dodge City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers, and that's where the U.S. Marshal and the smell of gun smoke. 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 chance, a job, that it makes a man watchful. Not a little lonely.

Well, eh, Matt, you here? Yeah, I'm here, Doc. How come you're in bed so early? I'm not in bed, Doc. I'm just restin'.

Oh, I did that, man. Oh, I see the cost of governments going up again. Oh, let me just say that. The souls you boots. They're worn almost through? I don't care. That's a better. Aren't you feeling good?

I feel fine, Doc. I always lie in bed too low. Well, it just doesn't look right for you to be. I'm kind of like this. Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm. Oh, for heaven's sake. What's the matter now?

That's cold. The coffee's cold and the rattlesnakes belly. Don't drink it. And it's no better hot here. No, man, like I was saying, a man in your position should have more to do than just lie around.

Maybe I'm just tired, Doc. Oh, and I don't try to tell me it was brought on by uphold and law and order all night. Because I don't want to hear about it. I had a bad night myself.

Well, then sit on and rest. Yes, yes, yes. Aren't you going to ask me what I was doing? No. In there. Well, I spent the whole night working for four dollar fees. Oh, it must have been somebody who didn't know you.

Oh, good for him. Got spunk. Probably running down some of them bad man. He always writes about it. You'd have an assistant name, a Dylan working for him. What ever become a him? Dylan, that's me, Mr. Prottfoot.

Matt Dillon, that's me. Oh, yeah, well, you do a fair job, Gordon Chester. Says he can usually depend on you. Well, that's very nice of him. I looked, Mr. Prottfoot. Maybe you should know something tonight.

Oh, hello, Don. Yeah, Chester. I wasn't going too much, ma'am. What's done? Forget it, Chester. What? Chester, you've got company. Who's a fat fella? That's Chester. That's the Marshall Broadfoot. Oh, you know, Mr. Dylan, that...