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Welcome to the old-time radio westerns, I'm your host Andrew Rines, and let's get into this

episode. This episode is going to be Gunsmoke original air date, is August 9th, 1952,

and the title is The Kentucky Tolmins. Hope you enjoy and again, thanks for listening.

Around Dodge City and in the territory on west, there's just one way to handle the killers

of the spoiler, and that's with the US Marshall and the smell of gunsmoke.

Gunsmoke, 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 Marshall.

Yeah, reports finished, Mr. Dillon. Good. You better go on home now, Chester. It's getting late.

Yes. Oh, what about these new Dodgers? I'll just leave them there. I'll look them over there.

What's the matter, Mr. Dillon? Well, you got company at the back door.

All right, come in, Mr. Dillon, I said. Get your paws off of me.

All right, good girl. Sure, I'm a girl. What do you think I am?

I'll put that long rifle away and I'll tell you. What'd you get that thing anyway?

Yeah, if you brought it with him from Kentucky, it's any of your business, which it ain't my

daring sight. Uh-huh. What you doing hanging around in the alley?

Get rid of him there and a little job at it. I see, Chester. Good night.

Well, but I'm not going it. Yes, sir. Good night, Mr. Dillon.

You marshal here? That's right, Miss. My name's Hannah. Hannah told me. You rest, folks, don't you?

Well, if they've committed a crime, yeah. Uh-huh. Well, then I got somebody for you to arrest.

Uh-huh. Who? Paffy. Why? Because I said, too, that's why. Somebody's been trying to kill him.

I figured about the safest place for him is in Gaia. Wait a minute, slow down. Let's start at the

beginning, huh? A few days ago, Paffy was bushwhacked up in the hills near our place.

Oh, does he hurt? No. Look, just bounced off in his head a little. Yesterday, the bushwhacker tried

again. He missed. Sounds like a bad shot. Sure. But if he keeps trying, he may get lucky. So you put

Paffy and Jail until I can run down this ambush and Jan, okay? You'll plan the cross-guns with him

yourself. I may be a girl, but I was barking squirrels while you were still trying to dent a tin can.

Well, you better let me take care of it, Miss. And as for your father, I can't jail him without a

charge. Sure, I know that. What kind of a charge do you want? Well, what kind of you have?

Well, most anyhow, Rick. Ain't it enough that he's drunk all the time?

Not like I can hold him overnight on that. What if he shoots up the town?

That's five days for disturbing the peace. That'll do.

Where did he do this shooting? Well, he ain't. Yeah. He's down. The Alpha Gams are slapping up booze.

That other old buzzer, JingleBob. Oh, the swamper? Yeah, I saw him. You'd best be somewhere

around the saloon in a few minutes. I got a feeling that he's about to do the bustle all game.

Her story didn't make much sense, but there was something about the mountain girl's gleaming black

eyes and the set of her pretty but stubborn face that made me go to the Alpha Gams.

At the bar, I ordered a glass of rye and watched two be whiskered old-timers trying to outly

each other over a rapidly emptying bottle. Yes, JingleBob. You just wait and see,

Edtoman's going to have the biggest darn horse ranch in Kansas come spring.

I'm sure you are. Absolutely. And me? Why, I, I reckon I'll just buy off this year's saloon.

Oh, you're lying. We're sure I ain't. Ain't you lying?

What's my mother was spending in it? How many times I gotta tell you, I'm getting rich.

Yes, there you go. If I ain't up and wasting a shot of time, not even a lone daughter.

Go home where you belong. I'm going. Only come over to tell you, man,

bet me $10 as you couldn't shoot out that lamp on the first shot.

What's this? Give me that rye. All right, hold on, that's enough of that.

Stay back, son.

Now, go collect your $10 daughter.

Yeah, Pat. But I think the marshal here's a fits and two rest.

Uh-huh. Ain't you marshal?

Yeah, I guess I am. All right, come along, Jen.

Come on.

You're a good girl, Hamster. Come on.

You jailing a man for having a little fun.

Why, you never get away with this, back and can't look it.

Jen, you're in trouble, aren't you? Who's trying to kill you?

No, I reckon that's my business.

Now, that's the law, it's business.

I'll take care of myself, motion.

Uh-huh.

Back in the salon there, you mentioned having money

and getting more.

So what I've heard, you and your daughter

run a two-bed horse ranch up in the hills

that hardly figures to make you rich.

So you thickhead it all.

Look, all I'm doing is trying to save your skin

if it's in danger.

I wanted you to help me instead of being a-

Brick and I don't want to.

All right, let's play it enough.

Morning, Chester.

Morning, Mr. Dillon.

You better take a look at this new dodger.

Uh-huh.

Wanted for a robbery and murder of Vic Tolman.

So that murderous gun hawk is loose again, huh?

Broke out a prison last week.

If he's kin to dead Tolman, you'd like to be heading this way.

Yeah, likely.

I'll give you a hunch, Chester.

I think he's here already.

You do?

You know where he is?

Not exactly.

But I expect Hannah Tolman may have an idea.

That's where I'm heading.

Now, that's what I like to see, a man-sized appetite.

It's wonderful corn, Polman.

I'm a good cook.

I've been cooking for papi ever since more than 10 years ago.

Ah, yeah.

Take pretty good care of it.

Nobody has to.

Papi's kind of shifted.

And he'd starve if I didn't feed him.

Only things he cares about are wild horses and booze.

And a pinch he'd give up, Horkes.

You know, you're quite a woman, Hannah.

You're pretty brave and have more courage than most men, I know.

Too quick, Marshall.

What?

You're sweetening me up for some reason.

Not that I mind, you understand?

I'm partial to a strapping fellow like you.

Papi's always after me to get hitched up.

It ain't fitting for me to be 22 without a man.

You're still young.

Not the mountain folk, I'm no one made.

And I'm agreeable for some sweet talk.

I don't trust yours.

What do you have to, Marshall?

All right, Hannah.

I only want the truth.

About what?

Where's your father getting this money he's spending?

I wish I knew.

Who shot at him?

I don't know, but I'm aiming to find out.

Where's Vic?

Where's he hiding, Hannah?

Who?

Vic told him and your brother.

Or maybe he's your cousin.

Brother.

Where?

I don't know.

Hannah be sensible.

Vic's a murderer.

Vic's not kin.

We told him and don't turn on each other.

If you shall or him, you're guilty of...

Marshall, I reckon you just wore out to your welcome.

And it originally will stand up and face me.

Jed Talman, you've been found guilty of disturbing a piece.

Sentence of this court is five days in jail or a hundred dollars.

A hundred.

Or judge.

Ain't that a much steep just worth a hundred dollars or five days.

I ain't got that much on me.

But I can get it if you let me go.

Just a minute.

Hold her in the court.

Well, what's the meaning of this interruption?

I want to pay this man's fine, you want it?

That's your privilege, sir.

A hundred dollars.

Pay the clerk.

Yes, sir.

And Vic Curry.

Somebody's been turning over a rock.

Well, I don't know him, but he's sure of rent.

Looks like I ain't going with you, Marshall.

Yeah, it looks like.

But in your boots, I wouldn't be happy.

Curry's one of the worst killers yet unhung.

Oh, man.

Is that a way to talk about me?

I'm clear with a law.

Come on, Mr. Talman.

Go ahead, Jed.

And say hello to Vic for me.

Vic?

Oh, no.

Mr. Curry.

Is that true?

Oh, it's a difference who put up a hundred.

Come on.

No.

No, not even it's Vic.

No, you can't make me.

I said, come on.

Marshall, don't let him take me.

Oh, shut up and come on before I.

Curry.

Stay out of this, Marshall.

I don't think so.

You paid his fine.

You didn't buy him.

He's gone with me and that.

Don't try to stop me.

I can't imagine anything that would give me more pleasure.

You don't like living, do you?

Very much.

Now, just any time you feel like it.

Nope.

Not here, Matt.

I'll pick my spot.

Yeah.

I'll try not to turn my back on any dark alleys.

Do that.

And tell them.

Let me see you again.

We'll return for the second act of gun smoke in just a moment.

But first, strength against aggression calls for gun.

Tanks, planes, and explosives in tremendous quantity.

It calls for other things too.

Moral strength based on equality of opportunity for all.

And economic strength, which today can be based only on continued high output of civilian goods.

America must produce as she never has before war material, civilian goods, and democracy.

Only an all-out effort in all three directions will give us security against aggression.

Now, the second act of gun smoke.

We shall start, Marshall.

Why don't we play while we wait?

No, thanks, jingle Bob.

You needn't wait with us.

Get my friend, let the gun.

Sure.

I mean, I can't help him now.

But at least I can share whatever the trouble is.

Understand?

Mm-hmm.

Now, yet here's a lionhole ring-tailed drunk.

But me.

Well, the man is down to scrubbing saloon floors just to get the liquor.

The little cheeky nerves shaking apart.

He's grateful for any friendship that's offered.

Don't move.

I'm sure I get it gun.

You recognize me, Martin?

Yeah.

Victor Omen.

There are Dodgers out on you.

Where are Kulu and Dylan?

You bet we're on opposite sides of the fence.

It's too bad.

Real pity.

You're not going to enjoy this job.

What job?

I don't know.

Victor's taken his paw away from you.

You won't mind.

You'll be dead.

Where are you stuck here and take care of these two?

Didn't I go in my head?

Oh, Sean.

Sean, I don't want to go nowhere.

Now, Paul, don't rile me.

You're going with me.

I love you.

Go on any place, Victor.

Check.

What?

Reach high, both of you.

And let go of that hardware.

Now, you better do as he says.

Because Chester's a little nervous with that shot done.

As mine.

Looks like the odds are with you.

You might as well get rid of that spare in your booth, Victor,

where you run into any temptations.

You guys sharp eyes, Marshall.

Law gets a lot of backing up tonight.

You're a mistake, Victor.

Sometimes people just don't give Chester enough credit.

Ah, child time.

You're a mistake.

Ride the pedals.

Marshall, I must say you run a nice jail.

Don't he, Kurt?

Don't mind, Kurt.

He's a little depressed about last night.

You still run a nice jail.

Something on your mind, Marshall.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, a couple of things.

Such as?

Oh, such as?

Your father's spending money hasn't earned.

I'm going to know where he can get more.

Paul, sure, terrible.

Such as him getting shot at twice and refusing to talk about it.

Or help me investigate.

He falls a little bashful, too.

Yeah.

Such as his being afraid of you.

Well, just Paul getting old, a little daughtery.

Yeah.

And of course, there's you.

Well, now you're on my favorite subject.

Go on.

Ah, you're a killer and a thief.

But you're cool and smart.

Smart enough to educate yourself.

I had lots of time to read in the pen.

Lots of time.

You're going to have more.

But not much more.

Because you're going to hang for those guards that you killed.

Maybe.

Curry, aren't you going to eat that?

Mm-hmm.

Now, going about being smart.

You're smart enough to know the most dangerous place for you to go after you escape was here.

Well, it looks like I ain't as smart as you think.

It depends on what a reason you had for risk and coming here.

Well, that's your good coffee.

First day I was ever in where the coffee was fed to drink.

Oh, thank you.

Okay, Marshall.

Now, just what was my reason?

The reason was money.

Money?

Cash.

It's the only thing that would give you a chance to get out of the country.

You're in for a robbery as well as murder.

How much of the loot was recovered?

You know how it is, Marshall.

Easy, come easy, go.

I spent it as fast, well, nearly as fast as I got it.

So, nothing was recovered.

No, it was all gone.

It was all hidden, you mean?

Hidden until Jed found it.

Paul?

Sure.

It's his source of money.

It's also why he was afraid to go with you.

Like I said, too bad we're on opposite sides.

You got brains when you're using them.

You want to fill in the details for me?

I'll tell you this.

You're right about my cash or money.

I'd had it and be on my way to Mexico by now.

Paul had him switch side and places on me.

You know, it hurts.

Paul's turning against me.

Yeah, yeah.

The told ones always stick together.

Except when the money's involved.

How about you, Mark?

Money by you?

Sky's a limit.

I'm sorry.

I'll figure it out.

Well, been a nice chap.

Won't take you straight.

Hurry, give me a hand.

All right, back up, Curry.

That's it.

And tell Vic when he wakes up.

But take it easy.

You won't live to be hung.

Hey, JingleBob.

You seen Jed?

Sorry, Marshall.

I don't know where he is.

Been looking for him myself.

He's got him cool.

He must have left on last night.

Yeah, he's too cool.

I got an old jacket you can have.

I'd rather have a shot.

Better steal two shots.

He's got the jumps.

Oh, he's got him.

Step one for boost.

Fine.

You won't believe it.

But there was a time when I couldn't stand the taste.

A hard liquor made me sick.

No, I can't live without it.

Yes, she can.

Maybe let's say I don't want to.

Let's say that.

Here.

Go buy yourself a drink.

Hey, hey, hey.

It's enough for a whole bottle.

I will change it.

See you later, Marshall.

Supper time, Chester.

Chester.

Chester, y'all right?

The prisoners.

Gone.

Hannah Toman slipped him a gun.

They made me open up the cell.

And Vic slugged me.

Well, I know where they'll go.

Please, Mr. Don't take me along.

It was my fault they escaped.

All right, Chester.

Ask Dr. Put a quick patch on that head.

Then we'll go after him.

Together.

Starting to get dark.

Yeah.

Why don't we leave the road back there?

I want to reach that rise, Chester.

But we circled around to come up the backside.

Does that have something to do with you bringing binoculars?

Yeah, it does.

Vic Toman will know he'll be followed.

I want to see what kind of a surprise he has for us.

I pull up.

You wait here.

See anything?

No.

Not yet.

Now wait.

No, no.

Yeah, it's curry, all right.

He's holding up in some brush just beyond the turn and the road down there.

Well, what do we do, Mr. Billion?

Take the horses and circle back the way we came.

Start up the road.

But don't make the turn.

I understand.

Now, be sure.

As long as you don't make the turn, you'll be safe.

But that's what we're going to do.

We're going to take the horses and circle back the way we came.

Start up the road.

But I do want you to make some noise.

Noise?

Yeah, I want you to sing, whistle, roll, rocks, anything.

Just so long as that holds curry's attention.

It was slow work.

Crawling down through the brush.

But finally, I was only 10 feet behind Curry's position.

The gunman was holding a rifle trained on the turn.

And out of sight, coming up the road, I could hear Chester.

And he wasn't good, but he was loud.

What a round of turn, blessed you.

All right, don't turn around, Curry.

You may have a point, but I like Chester, bad singing an oil.

Now lay the rifle aside and buckle your gun belt.

Mark, careful.

Sure, sure.

Hold me, don't shoot.

Okay.

Chester.

Chester.

I didn't mean no harm.

I was only going to scare him.

Yeah.

I was vick at the tomb in the house waiting for Jed to show up.

All right, put your hands behind your back.

I'm going to tie you up and leave you here.

Leave me here.

Yeah, we'll pick you up on the way back to town.

It was dark when Chester and I were moving through the trees

up to the tomen shack.

It was a light in the front.

Through a window, we could see the figure of Hannah tomen

moving around.

Just a girl.

Yeah, Vicks there.

They just stand out of sight so Jed won't be scared of.

Uh-oh.

He's coming out, heading his way.

And there must be a well out here.

He's carrying a bucket in behind that tree quick and I'll take this one.

What are you thinking?

All right, not quiet down.

We're not going to hurt you.

Stop fighting.

Chester, grab her legs quick.

Yes, sir.

I was saving these handcuffs for Vick, but I guess they'll do for you.

There.

How do you promise to be quiet or do we gag it?

All right, have it your way.

Chester, give me your bandana.

Yeah, that should do it.

All right, stay with her, Chester.

I'm going for Vick.

I was halfway to the shack when inside Vick tomen became suspicious.

Suddenly the lights went up and the door opened.

The shadowy figure swept out to stand, listening.

Hannah?

Hannah, answer me.

Drop him, Vick.

Who is that?

Matt Dillon.

Throw it on those guns you're under arrest.

Not this time.

Vick.

You right, Marshall.

I've been lived by...

Vick.

Mr. Dillon, over here.

Yeah, what is it, Chester?

Who's that, Jed?

Yes, sir.

I caught him sneaking towards the house.

He was carrying his bag.

Here, let me see.

That's the money.

I was taking it to Vick.

Is he?

Yeah.

You're too late, Jed.

Oh, no.

How'd he give me his money?

If only he hadn't taken them shots at me.

He didn't.

Until he found out where the money was hidden,

he was the last person in the world to want you dead.

I don't understand.

He must know.

No.

Only the person who knew where you had the money would have shot at you.

Nobody knew that.

How could they?

You talk a lot when you get drunk, Jed.

You only get drunk with one person.

Huh?

You mean...

You mean JingleBob?

Yeah.

Yeah.

I remember.

I was bragging.

Told him all about finding it and switching hiding places.

Where'd that load on, Snake?

And him pretending to be my friend.

Come on, Jed.

I'll help you.

Very Vick.

We'll get back to Dodge.

We told him, sure, have had a bad week.

Gun smoke.

Under the direction of Norman McDonald,

stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall.

Tonight's story was specially written for Gunsmoke by Herb Perdom,

with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey.

Featured in tonight's cast were Virginia Greg, Joseph Kerns,

and Junius Matthews, with Harry Bartell, Lou Krugman, and Peter Leeds.

Farley Bear is Chester.

Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshall,

fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in...

Gunsmoke.

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