Bad Boy

Around our 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. Mmm, 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. I don't know what got into Boi, Mr. Dillon. And I come for you. He was offering to shoot his initials into the mirror behind the bar.

Is it drunk, Chester? Yes, sir. But mostly it seemed like he just plain monster howl. Now they can howl all he likes as long as he keeps his gun quiet. Well, there he goes. I hope that's the mirror. Not some man. He's a shootin' app.

Yes, so do I. Oh, Daufford, hate to lose that boy. All right, watch it now. Look, he's laying on the floor, Mr. Dental. He's been killed. Look what he done on my mirror, Marshall. You shoot him, Sam.

No, I hit him with a bungstutter, he ain't dead. But I'm about to have to shoot his friend here. Go ahead and try it. Maybe I will. Easy, Sam. Alright, what's your name, mister? My name's Blade.

I work for Tom. You mean you work for his father, don't you? Well, sure, the old man owns the ranch, but me and Tom, we work together. Oh, why? Pick up his gun before he comes to Chester.

Yes, sir. All right, Blades. Tom's gonna sleep it off in jail. You want to be locked up with him or you're gonna go home quietly? I ain't done nothing. There's that girl over there got him started.