Gunsmoke: Doc Holiday

Around Dard City and in the territory on West, there's just one way to handle the killers and the spoilers And that's with the US Marshal and the smell of... Gun smoke! And who moved with it?

Marshal! I'm a preacher.

Not exactly. You dress like a preacher. If you'll excuse me. Back up fancy pants. You ain't no preacher, I figure I'm making you dance some for the folks. You think you can do it on me?

Dude, I said dance! I don't think I'd like to. Will it down here? Marshall, you move aside. I'm going to make this green and blue kick up his heels for us. That might be quite a trick, Thorne.

Unless he's changed a lot since I last met him. Happy a dark. Not for the good, Matt. I was afraid. You're Casey, face ten. But I said shut up. Thorne. Yeah. You just don't know it yet.

I'll take it good if you'd make me later at my office. I'm going to take a good if you'd make me literate my office. All right, Matt. You... Well, that's sure a lot of talk.

Now I'm going to shoot that dude's boot heels. Fire one shot, and I'll put you on. What's that? I'm kind of forgetting who's holding a gun, ain't you? I wasn't forgetting. Oh, my wrist. You broke my wrist.

I doubt it. Now let's go to jail. You can't put me in jail. I'm Thorn Finley. Move. You will like he'll be Jack about this and I will do that. He might be grateful to me for saving your neck.

You pull some full stomp stone, but you've never been closer to dying than just a minute ago. Do you mean from that fancy pan? Oh, I could handle six like him. That makes you a lot of man.

I can name a dozen pretty good gun hands who can't handle one of it. What? That's dark holiday. Salute, Matt. Salute, Doc.

Sounds worse, Doc. Yeah, I got orders to go to Arizona. Ours drive there, better for my lungs. Thought I might... Why I didn't bother me to visit him. He and Virgil Morgan of the law down there.

Some little mine in town called Tombstone. It isn't there will be by the time why it erp gets through. He is a peacemaker, this man I ever met outside of you. Matt, who was the teller head down at the depot anyway?

No, Thorin. He just was a spoiled kid. Kid couldn't be much younger than you sure but Thor never grew up his father has coddled him and protected him and gotten him out of scrapes Ever since he was a pup He's never had to be a man Big Jack Whittner something big Jack Big Jack Bentley. Oh, you know him?

Have heard of him. Well that figures he owns about half of Kansas Star on a box runs more cows and eating count Swings a lot of weight and dodge. Yeah too much Mr. Dillon, Mr. Dillon, somebody said the dog holiday would come into town today and leave.

Oh, excuse me. It's all right, Chester. I'll let you shake hands with him. Don't mind if I shake with my left hand. It's kind of a habit. Yeah, I know. Mr. Dillon has the same habit.

He would. How about dinner tonight, Matt? Sure, sure. How long will you be in, Dodge? Not long. Just till I finish it, sure. Oh? That, uh... Sure, how many things to do with Big Jack Finley?

I'd say so. It's gonna kill him. I got to close the door, Mr. Finley. You're gonna turn my boy loose, so I'm gonna have to do it for you. You got a writ of habeas corpus?

Rit? Thawn didn't commit no crime. Charges are drokin' disorderly disturbing the peace and attempted assault with a deadly weapon. I was. You still need a writ. But man, Justin, Nathan does what I say and you know it.

But you think I can get her it? I'm sure you can and will you always do. Then what's the point, Dylan? It's just a lot of useless red tape. It's a law. Close the door.

I tell you, Big Jack, get me out. When are you gonna learn you can't slave the speech? The law can't touch us thinly. You ought to get smart, Marshall. Like you. Sure, like me. Hi, Big Jack.

You okay, son? Fine. Anything else, Mr. Finley? Boy, yes, sir. Oh, my boy, here's a little boisterous sometimes. I know. High-spirited, you understand? Uh-huh. So? So, I want to put a stop to all this nonsense of yours, arresting him every time he kicks up his heels a bit.

I'm offering you a job. 200 a month. And no work, man. I see we understand each other perfectly. No work, of course. All I have to do is just shut my eyes whenever junior here breaks the law, huh?

I said we understand each other. There's no need to elaborate on it, Dylan. There's a big need. Into a person like you that some men don't wear a price tag. Huh? How do I explain how I feel about a so-called respectable citizen they can all know his private doormat?

You're nothing but the stupid gunman I've always thought you were. I understand you took the part of Duck Holiday against my son. I kept throwing from committing suicide, yeah. You sided with an notorious killer against an important citizen of this community.

No, I'm telling you, Dylan. He's clear with a law, Fennley, and a better man than your son, Lemmerby. What? Boy, I heard his, doesn't it? You run that killer on a Dutch self-made king. No better or worse than most of the men carving empires out of the West until love for his son blinded into the fact that Thorne Fennley had gone bad,

or was on between. So, Big Jack Fennley's gonna run me out of time? Yeah. Unless I do it first. For all? I do something naughty, man. You threaten the man's life. Oh, but, uh, just between friends, man.

Anything else, doctor? I give him an even break. With you, that's still murdered. Tell me about it. If I don't tell you. How did my job still warrant friendly and try to protect him? You're a tough man to be friends with, man.

It applies to you, too, doesn't it? Guess maybe better than that. Then realize how I put you on the spot by spotting off my good intentions. Sorry. Forget it. You want to talk to me?

Remember girly Ruth Davis? Mm-hmm. Died in a ride in accident a few months ago. Always wondered if that wasn't suicide. She lost her brother two weeks before that. No accident? No suicide. You sure? Sure.

You know Ruth and her brother ran in a ranch alone. A man started pestering Ruth and she hated him. Her brother kicked the man off the ranch. The spell of drag goes, Ruth's brother made it look like a robbery.

You have any proof of this? Yeah. Ruth was afraid to go to the law, so she's not a letter to me. You can't read it yourself. She says the man was thinly and says she expects him to try and shut her up for good.

That doesn't mean it's a big jab. I went to see Ruth's folks. They had her belongings. Among them I found this. And grave JF on the class. Jacked thinly. You see why I've got to kill him, man.

You forced Ruth's horse over that cliff shore. But you still think she died accidental? But who's responsible if something were a court to decide court? With family's money and influence, he wouldn't spend five days in jail even if he was convicted, which he wouldn't be.

He doesn't own the court. Maybe not, but it's still the most powerful man in the state against a dead girl whose only friend is Doc Holiday. How do you think a judge will decide? Doc, I'm going to ask you a favor.

Make it one I can give. I got an idea, but give the law, Chad. I can wait. Keep this letter in shame for a while. Alright, but if the law fails, I'll brace Big Jack, then we, when he walks out of the courthouse, and you'll be bracing two men.

Uh, finish shaving? No, Big Jack's very upset by your attitude.

I'm not surprised. I'm kind of his payroll.

You used to be a pretty decent person. Oh, you can't talk to me. Yes, I can. I'm sending a copy of Thorne's record to the governor. Governor. And whether I'm sending the list of the rich, you've issued to get him out of jail a copy of the court records. I've only tempered my justice with mercy that's all.

Lauren's been arrested for 18 offenses convicted of 10 spent no time in jail and paid a total of $15 in fines. That's how you've been very much sending this to jail to get such a report might cause undo talk at the cap of hand. Run your political hopes. Well my conditions are simple get off

Henley's payroll now. Make cooperation from here on no matter who's involved. Do that and I show the rig for it. Croubles that make it. What kind of trouble, Chester? It's Big Jack Finley, Mr. Doney.

He's rounding up his crew at the Alifarganza. They're gonna ride Doc Holiday out of town on a rail. Did you cut yourself shaving? Don't forget, starting Monday's CBS Radio's tremendous new staff will start bringing you the complete coverage of the Democratic Convention in Chicago.

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Big Jack Finley's organizing a little citizens committee of his own hand-picked men coming to West Court, you all at some. On a rail? Yeah, that's a general idea. Here, take a shot. Yeah, I'll hide it under the covers, it's my dislike.

I'll wait against the wall here. Good. That'll put him on the crossfire. That comes to that. There's enough of him. We're in a spot. And likely we are. You're risking your neck to save me some bruises.

One I owe you, friend Matt. It's my job. Still one I owe you. I'll shoot the man who takes another step. You're going to stop us, Dylan. I think so. Me and Doc. Sure thing, Marshall.

Look, boys, surprise. I sure do love surprises. surprise me well sure about six of them will die finally if you don't crawl out of here fast and guess who died first big Jack you're there monk great always figured you for some brains get your boss out of here quick you're talking since big Jack shut up and create you showing yellow man there's

nothing here for us to die over listen so him finally that greener doc is holding has 18 buckshot in each barrel get slaughtered if he triggers that thing And I've got an edgy, Finley. And me, if I get a coffin spell, I'm liable to shoot without me.

All right, all right. You have made a Finley back down. When you're going to arrest him, I'm patient to see that man dead. Marshall, it's important.

It is, Munkrey. How long you been forming for Big Jack? 15, 16 years. You know him pretty well. Would he be the kind to kill a girl? No. Of course not. Because he'd kill a man if he got mad enough but he wouldn't kill no girl, Marshall.

I have proof that he did. What's your proof, Marshall? A letter that names Finley as the man. Ruth Davis wrote it for she died. Ruth Davis and his watch chain was spondled at belongings. It's engraved on the house.

I know I was with Big Jack when he bought this chain in Chicago. It was right after his wife died. Big Jack wore it all the time. You rode the right hunch marshal. What? Thorne is your man just like you figured.

He had a yin for the Davis girl, but he kept it quiet. Because he didn't want it known she'd throw him over. But the watch changed. Big Jack gave that to Thorn on his 25th birthday.

Whole ranch, contestified on that. Rest Thorn? What? If Big Jack believes Thorn killed that girl, it'll break his heart. If he don't believe it, then he'll protect Marshall. There's not enough lawmen in the state of Kansas to make Big Jack give up his son.

Oh, yeah. I've heard of you too, Judge. Wonder which is heard the worst. What's that? Here on business. Oh, of course. Come here, won't you? You should have swear out a warrant for Thorne Finley's arrest.

You mean a llama? If you're not letting you make this a private... And if they hear, I wore a star.

Man, it's your show. You swear to uphold and enforce the laws of this community, the state of Kansas, and the United States, to the best of your ability as Deputy Marshall, so help you, God.

All of that? You know I'm feeling this badge is going to cramp my style some terrible. Matt, will they fight? I'll drop you if you touch a gun, but...

You're handy at this bushwhacking, aren't you, Thorne? This lug seems to have bounced off his thick skull. Let's pull your teeth. Better you do it. With your left hand reached down and across slow. Put your gun out with your fingertips and toss it away.

Nervous? Just cautious. Or maybe this queen doesn't exist. This is not for the Queen's one of dad's men, but I pay him extra to work for me. Any more questions? The rifle next. Yeah, I guess you do. He wouldn't be riding with him.

He's not going to tell any stories to my dad or anyone else. Yes, but... Not planning on killing you. It's kind of a magician. He's going to make holiday just disappear. Folks won't care much about one of his kinds.

I would. I'd care so much I'd hang you for it. No, with Holiday gone, it's your word against mine. And you won't be able to approve a thing, Dylan. You sure of that? I'm sure.

Otherwise, I take care of you along with Holiday. Now, get on and start walking back to town. So, like I told you, law can't touch you, Finley. With him, the horses, guns, and the holiday.

Miles up the road, I found my horse turned loose. It was a mind full of food to shake hands. Where are you heading, Lord Man? You don't hear well. And where's that prize, son of yours?

Right? Trot him out, I want him. Do you now? What an out for? Thorn. Well, this is just in case the marshal loses his temper. I've lost it, junior. Sure. Dylan, I got all I'm going to stand for you.

You just think you have. Where's Holiday Thorn? Where'd Queen take him? Holiday. Well, I have him the faintest idea. Where is Queen Dad? We're right in fence line, but- What are you, Master? We don't know where your friend is.

You're under arrest, Stone. What's that? Ask him to show the warrant. Here. Oh no. No. That's not possible. The judge wouldn't he show warrant without proof? He has proof, Stone. Stone couldn't be guilty of- Dad, he's trying to frame me.

I won't. I don't believe you. You're warrant or you're proof. You're myself. Forget me. I'm the one who's dead.

I carry a knife in my boot just for men like him. And if he knows any prayers, he'd better get him over with. get them over with now doc he goes back with us as our prisoner dad no you want to stay around a while doc yeah we're good friends man but your piece of sir I

guess I'm not a very peaceful man you could be doc no I'm not gonna change and you shouldn't law needs men like you know if I stayed there's too good a chance I might cross you.

Yeah. And I'd have to meet you over gun barrels and it's one thing I'm afraid of. It's a long act. You would have thought Doc Holiday was scared of meeting any linear gunfight. On the stand, Chester.

Fraction of Norman McDonald's stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, US Marshal. Tonight's story was specially written for gun smoke by Herb Perdom with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.

featured in our cast where Harry Bartell is Doc Holiday with label R, Nestor Pleva, Ralph Moody and Tom Tully. Harley Bear is Chester. Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, US Marshal, fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in Gun Smoke.