Gunsmoke: Hinka-Do

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. Smoke starring William Conrad, the story of the violence that moved West with young America.

The story of a man who moved with it. Matt Dillon, United States Marshal. Morning, Miss Adam, eh? Hey, Marshal.

Good morning, Captain. Hey, Matt. Wait a second. Huh? Oh, how you dok? Oh, on my way over to jail. After you. Huh? You heard about the long horn? No, what about it? You haven't heard of you, wouldn't it?

Well, heard what? Well, um, I'll walk along with you if you hadn't had a name. Well, as a matter of fact, that was heading that way. Hey, what's all that crowd out in front there?

In due time, Matt. In due time. You know, doctors, only one thing that makes you happier than having a secret, and that's the collector coroner's fee. Yeah, I might get a fee out of this too, boys of it.

No wonder you're all worked up. Hey, have you heard about the Longhorn? It's the dog dog thing. Your long-earned dog on his finger. Come on, bro. You want Mr. Dillon? Oh, hi, adjuster. Say you heard about the Longhorn?

No. No, Chester, I have not heard about the Longhorn. What? He's upset, Chester. Is he on the man and dad who hasn't heard? Look, so help me, Doc. This is one of your practical jokes.

Oh, no, no, no, no. I had nothing to do with it. You'll see. Uh... Will you pardon me, ma'am? Let him throw. Uh, pardon me, please. Excuse me. Well, Mr. Dylan... Well, Mr. Dylan... What do you think of it, Maddie?

Aside from the misspelled words? A long horn bin closed all morning? Yep. Locked tight. That sign was on the door daylight. The Longhorn Saloon will open at eight o'clock tonight with no management and a no policy. Everybody welcomes sign the no manager Maimi. Maimi? That's a woman lately of Kansas City, St. Louis and points East. Well I don't know Mr. Dillon. My we

never had a woman running a saloon in Dodge City before and we won't now Chester. The boys won't let her last an hour. It's kind of fun for that hour. And another thing, if this maimi is the new manager, what's happened to Herman Bleeker?

Well, I don't know where he must have sold it to her. He didn't say anything about it yesterday morning. That's right. I saw him over at the leverage table in the afternoon, showing off one of them fancy vests, he's always ordering.

And he never said one word about it. Well, you know that little poppin' J, he's flighty. Probably happened suddenly. Until suddenly, Doc, even for Herman. Say, come think of it. I haven't seen him all morning.

And he's usually strutting up and down front street, preening himself like a powder pigeon. He's probably upstairs there, sleeping in, getting ready for the opening tonight. We gonna be here, Mr. Dillon? Maimi. Mr. Dillon?

Huh? Oh, the outchests, sir. We're gonna be here. I'm sorry, boys, and she's upstairs. Said she'd be down about eight o'clock, and that's all I know about it. Now, if you wanna order anything, let's hear it.

If you don't, just shut up. Say the boys are acting kinda rambunctious, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, she'll wish she stayed in St. Louis on my point, she's... Hey Matt! The Matt, I was talking to the bartender!

I asked him what she looks like, and he said if he told me, I wouldn't believe it. The fella, I'd like to talk to his Herman Bleaker. Man, nobody's seen hiding here, him. You know, Matt, I'm beginning to wonder too.

How many strangers? What? Can I meet you? She's my friend. My gracious, shake the line. 190 pounds if she weighs an ounce. Yeah, that bartender was right. I wouldn't have believed it. Boys, looks like we're going to be doing business together, so let's get things straight right in the beginning.

Now, in the first place, the minute you stick your foot inside that door, you're on my stomping ground. I'm the boss of this she bang, and don't you ever forget it. When I tell anybody to hop, he hops.

Is that clear? Yeah. Isn't every debt and the cards only read from the front side? You'll get a fair shake for your money.

Oh, by the luck. Excuse me, boys. Oh, look like it started, Mr. Dillon. Yeah, wait a second. He paid for a drink? Yes, ma'am. All right, you wall-eyed little mapp decoration when I just cast your eyes on that ace of spades I got tacked up on the

back wall now for the land sakes did you see that wrong Mr. Dylan yeah and she got the card too oh the boys won't give her no trouble man all right boy I give his perfume roll expenses Belly up boys!

Well, sir, Mr. Dillon. Chester, I want to talk to Herman Bleeker more than ever. Say, you know she's big enough to... Oh, well, I'll bet she forced Herman's cell. Yeah, maybe. Doc, I'll be right back. I, uh, I want to talk to her.

Oh, that you've lost nothing boys! Oh, you're the marshal, huh? Yeah, that's right, ma'am. My name's Dillon. Proud to shake your hand, Mr. Dillon. Well, thank you, Miss Mamie. Welcome to Dodge City. Mighty decenter, you'd express the sentiment, Marshal.

I reckon you won't get much business around the long horn. I'll take care of any trouble that's around here. I'd be quite a change the boys used to push bleaker around every now and then.

How? That runty little prairie dog. I, uh, I didn't know he was planning to sell, Miss Mamie. Must have made up his mind in a hurry. Yeah, I made him an offer and he took it.

Just like that. I found himself some new living quarters, I suppose. Oh yeah, he moved right out last night. Oh, I, uh... I wonder where he's holed up. Huh? There are a couple of things I'd like to see him about.

Well, now, uh... I'll tell you, I'm afraid he left Tom, Mr. Dillon. I think he said something about taking the Santa Fe to say to do it now that I remember. Oh, I see. I see. Well, that's too bad. I'd sure like to have seen him.

Well, I'll probably drop in now and then, Miss Mimi. Sure! Anytime, Marshall. For you, it's on the house! Thank you. What'd you find out, Mr. Dylen? Let's get out of here, Chester. Come and dock.

Yeah, sure I owe you this with both ears of flapping. Well, boys, what do you think of her? Oh, my gracious, Mr. Dylen. I sure would hate to meet her in the dark. Oh, why, she's got a voice like a buffalo.

Eat it awful. It just itches your ears, don't it? Why, the woman's a human monstrosity. I still haven't seen Herman. Huh. What'd she say, man? She says she thinks he left town. Oh, she's... Chester, I want you to check all the rooming houses and hotels along Front Street.

I'm gonna go to the railroad station and the stage lines out and meet you over at the jail, man. Yes, you're Mr. Dylan. You say, man, I think Herman keeps a horse Yeah, I thought of that, Doc. I wonder, would you be good enough to look into that form?

Why, sure. Be happy to. You know, Mr. Dillon, she is an awful straight shot. Yeah, Chester. I know. You hear me? Oh, yeah, come on in, Doc.

Ah, well, his horse is still a old stable. He didn't tell him anything about leaving. He didn't leave, Doc. Mamey came in on the nine o'clock train last night. last night only one train out after that around midnight he wasn't on it and he didn't buy a ticket on the stage yes you know what did I tell you Matt that's

it of course he may have moved into one of the hotels sir Mr. Dillon I'm afraid he didn't oh what'd you find out Chester that nobody in this town has seen Herman bleakers since around nine o'clock last night I knew I'd get me a fee out of Well, don't spend it yet, Doc.

Come. What? Buenos noches, senoros. Oh, Manuel, come on in. Gracias, senor dilo. Well, what's on your mind? What's senoros? I was at the railroad depot when I hear you ask about the little one. A senor bleaker, no?

And the other, the senoros. Ooh, there is much woman on that one. Well, there's no argument there, Manuel. Senor, last night I have seen something which is strange. No? I come home very late, one hour, two hour before dawn.

I was a visitee, friend, you understand? Yeah, yeah, I understand. You see, I invoke home in much hurry, and it is very dark, Senor. When at once I see this lantern in the royal behind the long horn cantina, I'm not in a... I'm not in a... I'm not in a... I am thinking... what is this?

So I wait and this lantern is coming toward me and when it is close... Oh, this woman who I have no see, one like her... Oh, what a scare! What was she doing in the aroia? I do not know, but... but is one thing I forget?

She has carried something in her hand. Well, what was it, Manuel? I'm not sure what you're saying. You're not saying anything, Matt. Well, there's something here, Doc, but I can't quite hold the liner over here, will you, Chester?

Yes, Mr. Nill. I found something here if I can just... just get it loose. I don't know, right, Mr. Nill? Can you see what this is? Yeah, I see. It's fine, Chester. Yeah, I got it.

It's a boot. Here's the other one. Yeah, but all that fancy stitch-in. Matt, those are his. I've seen him on him. Yeah, so have I, Doc. Yesterday, in fact. Here, take him, Chester. Yes, yes.

There's a bundle of some kind here. Oh, you found the body, huh? No, it's, it's clothes, I think. Doc, let's have a look. Yeah, that's all there is, too. The hole doesn't go any deeper.

It's hard, Pat, on the bottom there. Hold the liner, Don, Chester. Let me, let me get this on a rat. I'm not so sure about that coat, Mr. Dillon. A lot of them like that around town.

Yeah, I know, but take a look at this fancy vest. Oh, that's Herman's. Nobody else in God's city ever worth it like that. Well, on the looks of it, he won't be wearing it again.

We will return for the second act of gun smoke in just a moment. But first, the escape car speeds from the scene of the crime, and the victim notes its license number. Police investigating the case discover the car has an ironclad alibi.

That just begins the excitement on tomorrow night's gangbusters program. It's the case of the twice parked car, an authentic crime story taken from actual police records. Don't miss gangbusters presented by CBS radio tomorrow night over most of these same stations.

Now the second act of gun smoke. You know, don't rush me, man. Don't rush me. I have made one of these blood tests in years.

If you ask me, I don't see any years of making one now. Well, let me see. Are they precipitate into here? What other kind of blood could it be, except human? Doc, I only want to be sure and so.

Alright, alright. Let me see, five drops of these sulfate. Mm-hmm. Ah, ah, ah, you sure look uncomfortable, Matt? Well, how would you like to try arresting that lady, Doc? Not my job, Terrestor. Oh, I'm doing a stopping up these loopholes, Matt's trying to wiggle out of.

Yeah, that's real decent, that would be a dark, real decent. No, sir, Matt, I don't recall you ever being in such predicament. Oh, of course, I remember the night you shot it out with the Barclay boys over the Alif for the gang sir.

There were three of them. And you did not turn a here. And then that other time when you got dry ghost by the Platte River gang. All right, Doc. All right. But this is different.

If I go to arrest that woman, she's just crazy enough to start a gun fight. Oh, it's a problem. It's a problem. All right. Now, let's see. We'll just shake this up. And warm it, then.

You know, there is one thing, though, Mr. Dunne, shooting at a mark's not the same as a gunfight. Maybe she wouldn't even resist. You really believe that Chester? No, sir. She ain't a woman. She's a human catastrophe.

She sure is for Matt. Well, there's still a chance we may be going off half-cocked here that blood could have got on Herman's vest a dozen different ways. Eh, we'll soon see. Eh, we'll see that.

Couple of drops of reagent. Eh, one. Two, three, four, five, yeah, yeah. And we'll look for the color change. So turn up the lamp a little bit, will you just spin? All right, now. Oh, that's well.

Well, Doc. Well, it's tough luck, Matt. It's human, Brad. She, Matt, I thought it was going over to the long horn. Talk to Mamie. How come the chair?

As she'll keep, Doc, she's not going anywhere. Yeah, looks cut and dry to me, Matt. It might not have fewer in my shoes. Now come on in, boys. You know, Mr. Dillon, when I talked to the bar, keep Finnegan, he said to when he showed up this morning to open the saloon, that woman was already inside

waiting for him. She told him to come back at 8 o'clock tonight, and he didn't see no sign of Herman Bleaker. Oh, well, there's another nail in your coffin, Matt. Doc, if you keep this up, I'm going to deputize you and take you along with me.

He sure can have my job, Mr. Dillon. No, you don't. I will not lift a hand in anger against the woman. Especially that woman. Keep thinking we could still be wrong. Oh, real die-hard. Look, now suppose Herman heard himself some way.

How? And he wanted to get away by himself and recuperate. Where? And suppose he didn't want anybody to know about it. Why? So he decided to stay with some friend. Ooh. And, well, maybe. Oh, come on, Chester, let's go.

There she is at the end of the bar. What are you going to do, Mr. Dillon? Take her in, Chester. Maybe she will talk when she's arrested. I've got to get that gun away from her some way.

It's not going to be easy. And it's got to be done. I've never drawn a gun on a woman yet, and I'm not starting now. I could just manage to... I don't know. There might be a chance.

Stick close to me, Chester. Yes, Mr. Dillon. Yes, what you doing? Well, Marshall, might as glad you dropped back in. I was just wondering how you were getting along, Miss Lang. Like a kid with two tongues and an all day sucker.

Say not tell me, did you find that little weasel Herman Bleaker? I, uh, I thought you told me he'd left Tom. Oh, well, I was just guessing, Mr. Dillon. He said something about planning to.

Here, step up and have a shot at the point. Uh, no, no, thank you, thank you. As a matter of fact, I came back here for a particular purpose. Chester and I have a little bed on.

Mr. Dillon, we do. What kind of a bed is it, Marshall? Well, it was about that shooting track of yours, hitting the center of that playing card, you know? Chester figures that it was a fluke of luck.

He's bet me that you can't do it five times in a row. Well, we'll soon settle that. A card's still up there. You're doing fine so far. Huh?

So dead center so far? Well, I guess I just kind of lost my head, Miss Mimi. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Well... What are you stopping now for, Mimi? Well, I got some rules. I go by Marshall.

One of them's never to fire him a last shot and leave him a gun empty. I see. Well, that's a pretty good idea, I guess. Sorry to lose your bet for you, Marshall. Well, I'm convinced.

Well, I guess that didn't work. Uh, Chester. Uh, Miss Mamie, I guess you're not a gambler yourself, huh? Who says so? I'll take Fair Bette even odds any day of the weekend twice in Philadelphia.

Well, in that case, I'll make you one. I got a pretty fair gun here. Or at least I thought so till I saw yours in action. Well, I'd say yours every bit as good as mine.

Well, then how about a bet? You're gone against mine on the one-cut high card, huh? Well, now, how? I didn't... Of course it's sorry with me if you'd rather back out on it. Who's backing out?

You got yourself a bet, Mr. Dillon. Fit again? Shuffle us a deck. Okay, that's Manny. It's a better fight, Mimi never backs out. Very arm, Miss Mimi. Now, who goes first, Mr. Dillon? Ladies, always.

All right. If you're a friend, Lester will cut him for us once. It's Chester. Never mind. Cut the cards. Yes, sir. Hey, ma'am. Now... Let's see what we've got. Ah, Jack of Spades. That's not bad.

Plenty good, Marshall. Plenty good enough to beat anything you could... King of Diamonds. All right. I'm beat. You won yourself a gun. Well, thank you. Here, Chester, would you take it? Yes, sir. And now the hen cuts.

Here, no! Maybe you're under arrest. Why? You are all a sigh, why, to the chocolate, for some backhand, and a glist! Manny! Are you going to stay fast into me until I get you in a cell, so you might as well make the best of it?

Right. You. And as far as that's concerned, you'll be safer and jail than out of it once word gets around. People here in Dodge said he thought a lot of Herman Bleeker. That little sort of groundhog.

That's no excuse for killing him in cold blood. You killed me. This is the biggest, biggest night of my whole life. I hear somebody finally shut me up and make her like it. The bar shows a gentleman, you little weasel.

Here's how to talk to a lady. And here you say how much the town thinks of me, Mr. Dylan. What's this all about, Herman? Well, I'll tell you what it's all about. This little grub worm ran out on me in Cincinnati three years ago.

Like to broke my heart. I've been hunting him ever since and last night I found him. I'll weigh all the living delights out of me. Yeah, he looks like it. But why did you bury his clothes?

Mr. Dillon, would you want to be married to a man that dressed like that? She pretty near murdered me though, Mr. Dillon. I've been up there in bed all day, just to bruised and embarrassed to hobble downstairs.

All we had are ups and downs, Marshall, me and Herman. You know how it is. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Chester, give me the keys to the handcuffs. Yes, sir, I got them right here. And, well, I guess you're over in the...

What's the matter, Chester? Oh, Mr. Dillon. When we were digging out there, I guess you must have lost him. Chester, can't you file that thing any faster? You might just, well, relax, Mr. Dillon.

took a half hour to get that and off Miss Maine's wrist. Oh no, all right, all right, but just hurry. I'm a file in this place. I can't. What? That's not me. It gave me this bottle of iris here to make the wait a little easier.

And it's Jameson's. Oh, well, fine, Doc. Fine. Chester, let that go for a minute, huh? Can I open it up? Yes, Mr. Dylan. Hey, can you imagine it, boys? Little Herman Bleeker married for years to a woman like it.

I don't want to remember. Oh, I get nightmares. You're good to go, Mr. Dillon. Oh, thank you, Chester. No, thank you. Yeah. Well, gentlemen, here's to the weaker sex. Mr. Dillon, which one is that?

Gun smoke under the direction of Norman McDonald's star's William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall. Tonight's story was specially written for gun smoke by Les Crutchfield with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey, featured in the cast were Jeanette Nolan as Maimi, with John Dana, Ralph Moody and Byron Kane.

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