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Gunsmoke

The Queue

Jul 19 1954



CAST:

FENNEMAN, announcer

WALSH, announcer

GIRL, in commercial

NANCY CHAFFEE [CHAY-fee]

RALPH KINER [KY-ner]

ANNOUNCER


MATT DILLON

CHESTER

KITTY

DOC

BRADEN

RABB

CHEN, broken English at first; then more eloquent

GREEN

JOHN (1 line)

and various CROWDS


NOTE: This transcript contains some deleted material from the original script in brackets.




SOUND: GALLOPING HORSE APPROACHES ... GUNSHOT AND RICOCHET


MUSIC: AGITATED TRANSITION ... THEN OUT BEHIND--


FENNEMAN: GUNSMOKE -- brought to you by Chesterfield, America's most popular two-way cigarette. What a pair! Chesterfield king-size at the new low price .... Chesterfield regular.


MUSIC: FIGURE AND UNDER


WALSH: 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 -- GUNSMOKE. 


MUSIC: THEME ... THEN BEHIND--


WALSH: GUNSMOKE, starring William Conrad. The transcribed story of the violence that moved West with young America -- and the story of a man who moved with it.


MUSIC: OUT


MATT: 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 chancey job -- and it makes a man watchful -- and a little lonely.


MUSIC: FIRST ACT INTRODUCTION


SOUND: OPEN DOOR ... FOOTSTEPS ENTER 


CHESTER: (OFF) Mr. Dillon--? 


MATT: Shut the door, Chester. It's flytime. 


CHESTER: Yes sir, I know, but I think you'd better come-- 


MATT: (INTERRUPTS, INSISTENT) Shut the door, will ya?


SOUND: DOOR SHUT ... CHESTER'S STEPS TO MATT


CHESTER: Mr. Dillon--?


MATT: All right, Chester. Now, what're you so riled up about? 


CHESTER: Ples Braden and Howard Rabb. 


MATT: Braden and Rabb? It's too hot for those two to be causing any trouble, isn't it?


CHESTER: Oh, it sure is hot, sir, but that don't bother them. They get a chance to bully somebody, they'd do it in the middle of a blizzard. 


MATT: (AMUSED, PLAYFUL) We were talking about heat, not cold, Chester. 


CHESTER: (PUZZLED) Yes, sir. 


MATT: But don't let that stop you.


CHESTER: Oh, no, sir. 


MATT: Why don't you start right from the beginning, huh? 


CHESTER: Yes, sir. 


MATT: Good. 


CHESTER: Well, sir, there's a little Chinese fella, with a pigtail and all -- a real Chinaman -- he just come into Dodge on a freighter's wagon, and right now Braden and Rabb, they got him pushed up ag'in' the wall out there. 


MATT: What--? Well, what for? What're they doing to him? 


CHESTER: Oh, they're not hurting him, but they're kinda deviling him and poking fun at him, and I don't think they oughta. I told 'em to leave him alone. But, Mr. Dillon, I sure do wish you'd go tell 'em.


MATT: (GETS UP) All right, Chester. I'll go tell 'em.


SOUND: MATT WALKS TO DOOR, WHICH OPENS AND CLOSES ... MATT AND CHESTER'S FOOTSTEPS ALONG BOARDWALK ... STREET BACKGROUND


CHESTER: I do declare, if there's anything I hate, it's a bully. 


MATT: Well, maybe they're just curious about him, Chester. I guess he's the first Chinaman that's ever been in Dodge. 


CHESTER: Wait'll you hear 'em. There they are yonder. I don't think he understands a word they're saying. He's just backed up there staring at 'em and holding tight to that little box he's got.


MATT: Maybe that's what they want. 


CHESTER: That little box? Well, there couldn't be much in it. Probably just his medicine or something. 


MATT: He's not an Indian, Chester. 


CHESTER: No, sir, but maybe them Chinese fellas have medicine, too. Look there how he's hanging onto it. 


BRADEN: (FADES ON, LAUGHS) He sure don't talk very good, do he, Rabb? 


RABB: Somebody must've split his tongue.


BRADEN: No, Chinee boys always sound like that. Here. (TO CHEN) Now, look, fella, just gonna ask you once more -- what you doing here in Dodge? 


CHEN: Me come catch job. Me all time work hard. 


RABB: Job, huh? Well, you're the first Chinaman I ever seen around here. I sure hope you ain't brought your family with you. 


CHEN: No family. One man, one boy -- all same me. No family. 


RABB: Well, that's one good thing. 


MATT: Why shouldn't the man have a family, Rabb?


RABB: (TURNS) Oh -- hello, Marshal. 


MATT: (INSISTENT) Why shouldn't he have a family? 


RABB: Well-- You want a lot of Chinamen running around loose here? 


CHEN: No got family. Got cousin. One cousin. San Francisco. Him very good Chinaman. 


MATT: What's your name, fella? 


CHEN: Chen Lan Wong. Me good boy. Catch place Dodge City. All time work hard. 


BRADEN: Well, you go all time work hard in San Francisco 'cause we sure don't need no Chinamen here. 


MATT: (POINTEDLY) Chen, I'm the marshal here and you're welcome in Dodge. You can stay here just as long as you like. 


RABB: What're you mixing in this for, Marshal? They ain't no law says we got to have China boys 'round here.


BRADEN: You ain't got no right protecting him. He's just a dirty foreigner, ain't he?


MATT: Except for the Indians, we're all foreigners here, Braden. Chen, I told you you're welcome, and you are. And if either one of these men bother you again, ya come tell me about it, huh? 


CHEN: No fight. Very bad, men fight. 


RABB: (WITH DISGUST) Whoever heard of the law standing up for a Chinaman--?


MATT: (INTERRUPTS, HARSHLY) I don't care if he's an Eskimo, Rabb -- you leave him alone! 


BRADEN: Well, look - look at that box, Marshal -- probably full of money he stole somewheres.


CHEN: No money. Chen very good boy. No steal money. 


BRADEN: Oh, who's going to believe you--? 


MATT: (INTERRUPTS) Get out of here.


BRADEN: Wha--?


MATT: Both of you. Go on. (NO RESPONSE, STERN) Move. 


BRADEN: (PAUSE, QUIETLY, TO RABB) See about this later.


SOUND: RABB AND BRADEN'S STEPS WALK OFF

 

RABB: (FADES, TO BRADEN) I never heard of nothing like it -- the law protecting no foreigners. 


CHEN: Me very sad, Marshal. Chen no like bring trouble. 


MATT: Well, I'll worry about the trouble, Chen. Tell me, uh, what kind of work do you do?


CHEN: Me catch place. Very good cook. 


CHESTER: A cook, huh? What kinda cooking you do, Chen? 


CHEN: All kind. Chinese cook, American cook. All kind. 


CHESTER: Say, now, I never et no Chinese food. What's it like? 


CHEN: Very good. You see when I catch job.


CHESTER: You know what, Mr. Dillon? We oughta take him over to the Dodge House. 


MATT: Oh? Why? 


CHESTER: Well, sir, Mr. Green fired the cook he had yesterday. Might be he ain't found another one yet. 


MATT: Well, all right, Chester. You take him over, huh? I've got to do some work back at the office.  


CHESTER: Okay, sir. You come on along with me, Chen. 


CHEN: Very good. Me come. 


MATT: And remember what I said about Rabb and Braden, Chen. You come tell me if they give you any trouble. 


MUSIC: FIRST ACT CURTAIN 


GIRL: What a pair! 


WALSH: What a buy! 


FENNEMAN: They're talking about Chesterfield king-size, at the new low price--


SOUND: CASH REGISTER 


FENNEMAN: --and Chesterfield regular, America's most popular two-way cigarette. Maybe you've noticed in recent weeks how many king-size smokers are changing to Chesterfield. In sizing up the king-size situation, it's a fact that today you get more value from king-size Chesterfield than from any other king-size cigarette. 


GIRL: What a buy!


FENNEMAN: Chesterfield gives you highest quality -- low nicotine. 


WALSH: You get the taste you want, the mildness you want -- a really refreshing smoke every time. 


FENNEMAN: Chesterfield king-size is the one and only premium quality king-size cigarette. Buy a carton at the new low price.


SOUND: CASH REGISTER 


FENNEMAN: Chesterfield king-size .... Chesterfield regular. They satisfy millions. They're best for you.


MUSIC: SECOND ACT INTRODUCTION ... THEN BEHIND MATT--


MATT: Mr. Green at the Dodge House took a chance and hired Chen Wong that day. And it turned out he wasn't lying about being about a good cook -- he was about the best that we'd ever had in Dodge. And neither was he lying about working hard. Mr. Green let him sleep in a storeroom off the kitchen, and there he stayed -- out of sight, and, for a while, out of trouble. There was some talk about "heathen Chinee" and how we didn't need any of 'em in Dodge, but nobody did anything about it, and I was hoping everything was gonna be all right -- until one day when I happened to go up to Doc Adams' office just to kill a little time. 


SOUND: STREET BACKGROUND ... MATT'S FOOTSTEPS TO DOOR, WHICH OPENS


DOC: (OFF, PREOCCUPIED) Hello, Matt. Come in, come in. 


SOUND: MATT'S STEPS IN ... DOOR CLOSES, SHUTTING OFF STREET NOISE 


MATT: How are you, Doc? 


DOC: I'll be right with you, Matt, soon as I finish with Chen Wong here.


MATT: Oh? Well, what's the matter with Chen?


DOC: (POINTING) There. Lying right there. That's what was the matter with him. 


MATT: Oh, he lost a tooth, huh? Well, Chen, you'd've been better off doing the job yourself. Doc's as likely to pull a good one as a bad one. 


DOC: Forgiveness isn't one of your greatest virtues, is it, Matt?


MATT: You know, I lost a perfectly good tooth that day, Doc, and you still charged me for it.


DOC: And why not? I took the bad one out, too, didn't I? 


MATT: Oh, yeah, sure, finally, once you got sobered up.


DOC: When I got sobered--? Oh! I had been forty-eight hours without sleep!


MATT: (DRY) Uh huh.


DOC: I'd delivered two babies -- thirty miles apart, too -- and in the dead of winter! Oh, I should've let your jaw go on aching. Might've taught you a lesson. 


MATT: (AMUSED) What kind of a lesson, Doc?

 

DOC: Humility. 


MATT: (BEAT) Well, I always figured I was a pretty humble man. 


DOC: Oh, yes-- (DOUBLE TAKE) You?! Humble? Oh--! Oh, you're about as humble as a bronco Apache. 


MATT: (LAUGHS)


SOUND: DOC FINISHES WITH CHEN


DOC: There you are, Chen. But you'd better let me take a look at that in a day or two. 


CHEN: Thank you, Doctor. I'll come back. How much do I owe you? 


DOC: Five dollars. 


CHEN: May I pay you next time? You see, I won't get my salary from Mr. Green until Saturday, and I have no money except for that.


DOC: Why, sure, Chen, of course. Any time. 

 

MATT: (QUIETLY ASTONISHED, TO HIMSELF) Well, I'll be a-- (UP) Chen, the first time I saw you, you, uh-- You were being a "velly good Chinee boy, all time workee hard, catch-um job" -- that kind of a thing. 


CHEN: (WRY) Is that not how a Chinese is supposed to talk, Marshal?


MATT: Well, I thought it was, till just now. 


CHEN: Most of my countrymen do talk like that, Marshal. English is a very difficult language for us.


MATT: Well, what about you? 


CHEN: I was more fortunate than most. When I first came to America I worked for a man who was very kind -- he taught me and made me study and practice several hours every day. 


MATT: I see. But, uh, why were you talking the other way when I first saw you?


CHEN: Experience has taught me that many men resent a Chinese who does not talk the way they expect him to. I wish to avoid trouble. 


DOC: Chen's on his way to China, Matt. He's going home soon as he can save up enough money for his passage. 


MATT: Oh? Is that right? Well, I wish you luck, Chen. 


CHEN: Thank you, Marshal. (GETS UP) I must get back to work now. Good day, gentlemen. 


DOC: (CHUCKLES) So long, Chen. 


MATT: So long.


SOUND: CHEN WALKS TO DOOR, WHICH OPENS AND CLOSES AS HE EXITS


DOC: Aw, he's a nice fella, isn't he?


MATT: Yeah, he is, Doc.


DOC: You know, I believe him about being broke, too. 


MATT: Oh? Why shouldn't you?


DOC: Why, haven't you heard?


MATT: Heard what? 


DOC: Why, that Ples Braden and Howard Rabb, they've been saying Chen's got lots of money. They say he keeps it hid in that little box of his. 


MATT: Oh? No, I hadn't heard that, Doc. 


DOC: Well, I don't believe a word of it. I think he's broke just like he says he is. 


MATT: (UNHAPPY) Well, it doesn't matter much. 


DOC: Why? What do you mean? 


MATT: With that kind of talk going around, he's going to be in trouble. There're men besides Braden and Rabb who'd murder Chen for his money and not even think it was a crime. 


DOC: (REALIZES, UNHAPPILY) Yes, I suppose you're right, Matt. 


MATT: I'd better go have a talk to Chen, Doc. I'll see you later. 


MUSIC: TRANSITION ... THEN BEHIND MATT-- 


MATT: I had a talk with Chen; tried to get him to put his box in the bank and then let everybody know that he'd done so -- but he said he wanted the box near him and that he'd keep it hidden in his room. I couldn't argue him out of it, and I knew there'd be trouble. And sure enough, a couple of days later it happened -- though not the way I'd expected. It was noon, and Chester and I were headed for the Dodge House to have a little dinner.


SOUND: STREET BACKGROUND ... MATT AND CHESTER'S FOOTSTEPS ... THEN IN BG


CHESTER: Mr. Dillon, you know what old Teeters has went and done? 


MATT: No, what, Chester? 


CHESTER: He has started charging thirty cents for a haircut. 


MATT: Oh?


CHESTER: Now, can't something be done about that? 


MATT: Well, I can think of one thing, Chester.


CHESTER: What's that?


MATT: Let your hair grow. 


JOHN: (PASSING BY) Oh, hello, Marshal. 


MATT: Hello, John. 


CHESTER: (INCREDULOUS) Let my hair grow and look like a buffalo hunter? 


[MATT: Oh, I don't know. Bill Hickok's no buffalo hunter. He looks fine with long hair. 


CHESTER: By golly, that's right, sir. I plumb forgot about Mr. Hickok. 


MATT: He saves his money for gambling. You might try it, Chester.]


CHESTER: Hey -- the restaurant looks mighty deserted, Mr. Dillon. 


MATT: Well, maybe it's closed today. Let's find out. 


SOUND: THEIR STEPS TO RESTAURANT DOOR, WHICH OPENS ... THEIR STEPS ENTER ... STREET NOISE OUT AS DOOR CLOSES BEHIND--


CHESTER: There's Mr. Green.


MATT: (UP) Hello, Green? You closed today? 


GREEN: (FADES ON) Hello, Marshal; Chester. 


CHESTER: Hello, Mr. Green.


GREEN: I'm closed, Marshal. I haven't got a cook. 


MATT: What? 


GREEN: Chen -- he won't cook today. I don't know what's the matter with him. He won't even talk. 


MATT: Well, where is he? 


GREEN: Sitting in his room back there, on the floor. Just sitting there and staring at his hands. 


MATT: Well, maybe he's sick. 


GREEN: No. No, he isn't sick. But there is something wrong with him. Maybe you can find out what it is, Marshal. He might talk to you.


MATT: Okay. I'll try. Uh, you'd better stay here, Chester. 


CHESTER: All right, sir. 


SOUND: MATT'S FOOTSTEPS ... IN BG 


GREEN: (FADES) It's the storeroom, right off the kitchen, Marshal. The door's open.


MATT: Yeah, okay, I'll find it, thanks. 


SOUND: WE FOLLOW MATT'S FOOTSTEPS THROUGH KITCHEN TO STOREROOM ... FOOTSTEPS STOP 


MATT: Hello, Chen. 


CHEN: (SLIGHTLY OFF, SOBERLY) Hello, Marshal. 


MATT: Uh, can I come in? I'd like to talk to you. 


CHEN: Come in.


SOUND: MATT'S STEPS INTO STOREROOM 


MATT: What the matter, Chen? Are you sick? 


CHEN: No. 


MATT: Oh. (PAUSE) Er, tell me something, Chen. 


CHEN: What, Marshal? 


MATT: Do you consider me a friend? 


CHEN: I believe you are. 


MATT: Good. Well, then maybe you'll let me help you. 


CHEN: In what way? 


MATT: Well, I don't know. You're gonna have to tell me what's wrong first. 


CHEN: It would be difficult for you to understand, Marshal. 


MATT: Well, maybe, but - tell me anyway. 


CHEN: I am Chinese, Marshal. I have lived many years in America, but I am still Chinese. 


MATT: Yeah. Well, go on.


CHEN: Years ago my country was overrun by a tribe of Tartars called the Manchus. As they took each city they required the inhabitants to shave around their heads, leaving only a long strand of hair to be braided into a queue. It was a sign of subjugation. But that has been forgotten, and now the queue, or pigtail, as you call it, is of great importance to us. 


MATT: (REALIZES) Wait a minute, Chen. I - I just noticed -- where's yours?


CHEN: To lose the queue is a great disgrace to us, Marshal. 


MATT: Yeah, I've heard that. Well, who did it, Chen?


CHEN: Two men. The same two. 


MATT: Braden and Rabb?


CHEN: They came here last night. They wanted my treasure box. 


MATT: And you wouldn't tell them where it is, so they cut off your pigtail, is that it?


CHEN: They took it away with them, Marshal. That makes my disgrace even worse. 


MATT: Ah. Chen, I think maybe I understand how you feel about this. Would it help any if I get it back for you?


CHEN: I am a peaceful man, Marshal. But if I do not get it back, I must kill those two.  


MATT: No! No. Now don't you go killing anybody. You let me handle this, huh? 


CHEN: I am very sorry, Marshal, for all the trouble. 


MATT: Yeah. Well-- You wait here, Chen. I'll see what I can do.


MUSIC: BRIDGE 


SOUND: CHESTER'S FOOTSTEPS APPROACH


MATT: Did you find them, Chester? 


CHESTER: (FADES ON) Yes, sir. They're in there, Mr. Dillon. Standing over at the bar. 


MATT: Good. 


SOUND: THEIR FOOTSTEPS AS THEY WALK TO SALOON 


CHESTER: The place is about empty except for Braden and Rabb. 


MATT: Are they drunk? 


CHESTER: I don't know, I didn't talk to 'em.


SOUND: THEIR FOOTSTEPS THROUGH SWINGING DOORS ... SALOON BACKGROUND (CROWD VOICES)


CHESTER: There they are. 


MATT: Yeah. 


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS TO BAR ... CROWD GROWS QUIET DURING FOLLOWING--


RABB: Well, if it ain't Marshal Dillon.  


BRADEN: Hey, you going to buy us a drink? Huh, Marshal? 


MATT: I thought I told you men to stay away from Chen Wong.  


BRADEN: Chen Wong? Well, now what's he yelling about?


MATT: His pigtail. He wants it back. 


RABB: I don't know what you're talking about, Marshal. We ain't seen Chen since the day he first come here. 


MATT: You went to his room last night, didn't you, and cut off his pigtail when he wouldn't tell you where his treasure box was?


BRADEN: No, we didn't, Marshal. I don't even know where his room is.  


RABB: Chen's been lying to you, Marshal. All them heathen foreigners is liars. 


MATT: I want that pigtail, Rabb. Now where is it?


RABB: I don't know nothing about it, I tell you. (INDIGNANT) What're you standing up for him for? He ain't even a citizen.


MATT: I don't care what he is. I'm standing up for him.


BRADEN: Well, it wasn't us. Honest, Marshal. We didn't do it.


MATT: Well, maybe I ought to beat the truth out of you, huh?


RABB: We're telling you the truth now, Marshal.


MATT: I don't believe you. Now you get that pigtail back to Chen or you're in trouble.


BRADEN: What do you mean trouble?


MATT: You'll find out when it's too late -- and there's nothing I can do to stop it.


MUSIC: TRANSITION ... THEN BEHIND MATT--


MATT: I went back to Chen and tried to explain things to him. He didn't say much, but I could see that his mind was made up. And so I told him what'd happen if he killed anybody. But that didn't bother him. He said he'd kill himself when it was over. And then I got mad at him for being so stubborn. And I was sorry for it right away. I guess he figured I didn't understand after all. So I left him, feeling pretty helpless. Well, that night, he made his first move. I found out about it at the Texas Trail where I'd dropped in to say hello to Kitty.


MUSIC: DURING ABOVE, SEGUES TO SALOON PIANO, WHICH CONTINUES IN BG


SOUND: TEXAS TRAIL BACKGROUND (BOISTEROUS CROWD)


KITTY: Ah, it sure has been a long day, Matt. I'm worn out and I got the whole night ahead of me yet.


MATT: Oh? What happened today, Kitty?


KITTY: Oh, Sam over there got the bright idea of offering every other drink on the house to any soldier that walked in here.


MATT: (LAUGHS) Well, that's one way of keeping this saloon full.


KITTY: Sure is. If it goes on, I might as well move out to Fort Dodge and join the army. Think it'd be easier.


MATT: (AMUSED) You know something? I think they'd be glad to have you, Kitty.


KITTY: (SERIOUS) I mean as a soldier. 


MATT: (UNSERIOUS) Hey, that's an idea -- lady soldiers. 


[KITTY: What's wrong with it? I'll bet we'd do just as good as men.


MATT: That could be. Who knows --- Maybe the army'll take women in it someday.]


KITTY: There're darned few jobs women couldn't do. Anywhere. 


[MATT: Now, Kitty, you'll be wanting to vote next. 


KITTY: Why not? Why shouldn't women vote? 


MATT: I don't know. But they never have.


KITTY: You'll have to think of a better reason than that, Matt. 


MATT: I probably will..when the time comes.


KITTY: It won't do you any good. You'll see--]


MUSIC & SOUND: RABB'S FOOTSTEPS APPROACH ... SALOON PIANO STOPS AND CROWD FALLS SILENT DURING FOLLOWING--


RABB: (FADES ON, UNEASY) Marshal Dillon?! Marshal? 


MATT: What's on your mind, Rabb? 


RABB: That, er-- That Chinaman, that's what. He's haunting us, me and Braden. And if he don't stop it, I'm - I'm going to put a bullet in him. 


MATT: What do you mean, he's haunting you? 


RABB: Well, all afternoon he's been following us, wherever we go. He just stands around, staring at us. Drives a man crazy after a while. I'm warning you, Marshal, I'm going to shoot him. 


KITTY: Good. Then I can come to your hanging. 


RABB: What's the matter with her, anyway? 


SOUND: MATT GETS UP


MATT: Rabb, I told you before to give Chen back his pigtail. He won't bother you if you do.


RABB: You still believe him, don't you, Marshal? 


MATT: Yeah, I believe him. 


RABB: It's a fine thing when a U. S. Marshal takes the word of a stinking, dirty little [yellow]-- 


MATT: (INTERRUPTS, SAVAGELY) Shut up! (BEAT, QUIETLY) And get out of here, Rabb. (NO RESPONSE) Go on. 


RABB: (BEAT) All right. I'm going.


SOUND: RABB WALKS OFF ... SALOON CROWD RESUMES, IN BG


KITTY: (LOW) Matt, you'd better do something about that. They'll kill Chen, sure. 


MATT: Unless he kills them first, Kitty. But I'll go tell Chester to keep an eye on 'em. I'll see you later. 


KITTY: Sure.


MUSIC: SECOND ACT CURTAIN


WALSH: We will return for the last act of GUNSMOKE in just a moment.


FENNEMAN: What a pair! What a buy! Chesterfield king-size at the new low price. And Chesterfield regular. And what a pair these Chesterfield smokers are! She's a great name in amateur tennis, famed for her all 'round hard-hitting game. 


SOUND: TENNIS BALL HIT BY RACQUET ... CROWD APPLAUDS 


FENNEMAN: He's the famous home-run hitter for the Chicago Cubs. 


SOUND: CRACK! OF BAT ... ROAR OF CROWD


FENNEMAN: He's Ralph Kiner. She's Mrs. Ralph Kiner, known to tennis fans as Nancy Chaffee. Nancy, why do you smoke Chesterfields? 


CHAFFEE: I'll tell you why. Because Chesterfields taste the best. They're so mild and refreshing. 


FENNEMAN: How about you, Ralph?


KINER: I go along with that. Chesterfields have really got what it takes. It's a great cigarette.


FENNEMAN: What a pair! What a buy! Chesterfield king-size .... Chesterfield regular. Buy a carton of Chesterfield king-size at the new low price. And remember: either way, they satisfy millions. They're best for you. 


MUSIC: THIRD ACT INTRODUCTION


SOUND: NOCTURNAL BACKGROUND (CRICKETS, ET CETERA) ... MATT AND CHESTER'S FOOTSTEPS ON STREET ... THEN IN BG


CHESTER: Gracious, I sure am sorry, Mr. Dillon.


MATT: Where did you lose 'em, Chester?


CHESTER: Well, sir, they was in the Alafraganza having a drink and I was watching them like you told me, then a fella come up to me and we started talking and next time I looked -- they was gone, all three of 'em. So I come after you.


MATT: Well, we'll find 'em.


CHESTER: Yes, sir, I sure do hope so. Chen was carrying his little box, Mr. Dillon, right under his arm and he-- Hey, look, over there.


MATT: What? 


CHESTER: What's everybody crowding up the alley for? 


MATT: Let's go see. 


SOUND: THEY HURRIEDLY CROSS TO THE ALLEY ... SMALL MURMURING CROWD FADES ON 


CHESTER: (UP) All right, fellas -- let the marshal through here now. Stand back, everybody. 


MATT: Stand back, please.


CHESTER: Please stand back.


SOUND: THEY MAKE THEIR WAY THROUGH TO BODY ... CROWD FALLS SILENT


CHESTER: Mr. Dillon -- it's Chen. 


MATT: Yeah. (BENDS OVER BODY) He's been strangled, Chester. 


CHESTER: Strangled?  


MATT: With his pigtail. (GETS UP) Yeah, they gave it back to him, all right. 


CHESTER: Say, look there. (BENDS, PICKS IT UP) It's a knife. (GETS UP) It's got blood all over it, too. 


MATT: Here, give it to me. (TAKES IT) It's a butcher knife. Chen must've cut one of 'em. Maybe both. 


CHESTER: Well, that'll make it easier to track 'em. 


MATT: Yeah. (UP, TO CROWD) All of you men, stay here. I don't want anybody following us. You understand? 


SOUND: SOME IN CROWD MURMUR ASSENT


MATT: All right, come on, Chester.


CHESTER: Yes, sir.


SOUND: THEIR FOOTSTEPS DOWN ALLEY ... FILLS PAUSE, THEN IN BG  


MATT: Easy now. They may be waiting for us. 


CHESTER: Yes, sir. 


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS SLOW DOWN


CHESTER: There's something laying over there by that rain barrel. 


MATT: Wha--?


CHESTER: It's a man.


MATT: Yeah.


SOUND: FOOTSTEPS TO MAN ... FILLS PAUSE, THEN STOPS ... MATT BENDS OVER


MATT: (BEAT) Yeah, it's Howard Rabb, Chester. Looks like Chen cut him up pretty bad.


CHESTER: Is he dead?


MATT: Yeah, he's dead. (GETS UP) Well, now let's find Braden.


SOUND: THEY TAKE A COUPLE STEPS, THEN: GUNSHOT! WITH RICOCHET


MATT: (HUSHED) Get down, Chester.


SOUND: THEY DROP TO GROUND


BRADEN: (OFF) Go on back, Marshal! You ain't going to take me!


CHESTER: (LOW) He's out by that shed there, Mr. Dillon.  


MATT: (LOW) Yeah. Now look, you stay here, Chester, and keep down. I'm gonna crawl up to where I can see him. 


CHESTER: I'll yell at him a little to keep his attention. 


MATT: Okay. 


SOUND: WE STAY WITH MATT AS HE CRAWLS AWAY


CHESTER: (UP, FADES AS MATT CRAWLS AWAY) You ain't got a chance, Braden! 


SOUND: MORE CRAWLING ... THEN BRADEN FIRES ANOTHER SHOT (WITH RICOCHET)


BRADEN: (FADES ON AS MATT CRAWLS CLOSER) Go on back, I tell you! 


CHESTER: (FARTHER OFF) That's mighty poor shooting, Braden! You must be awful scared! Did Chen get his knife into you, too?! 


BRADEN: (CLOSER) You stand up, Chester! I'll be happy to kill you!


MATT: (VERY CLOSE) All right, drop your gun, Braden! 


BRADEN: No! No!


SOUND: BRADEN FIRES ONCE ... MATT FIRES TWICE ... BRADEN HOLLERS IN PAIN, WRITHES AROUND IN THE GRASS, AND DIES ... MATT STANDS UP AND WALKS OVER TO BRADEN 


MATT: (BEAT, CALLS) Okay, Chester.


SOUND: CHESTER RUNS UP


CHESTER: Did you kill him? 


MATT: Yeah, I killed him.  


CHESTER: Well, sir, I guess you had to. 


MATT: Ah, there's Chen's treasure box, Chester. Pick it up, will you?


SOUND: CHESTER MOVES, BENDS, PICKS UP BOX


CHESTER: Here it is, sir. (HANDS IT OVER) I guess that's what they killed him for. Must be full of money, after all.


MATT: Here, let's take a look.


SOUND: BOX OPENS ... RUSTLE OF PAPER IN AGREEMENT WITH FOLLOWING--


CHESTER: Yes, sir, by golly, it is money. 


MATT: Yeah, this much is money, Chester. (COUNTS OUT BILLS) Four dollars. 


CHESTER: (INCREDULOUS) Four doll--? Is that all? 


MATT: Yeah, that's all. 


CHESTER: What's that other paper? 


MATT: Here. Strike a match, Chester, will you, and hold it over here?


SOUND: CHESTER DIGS OUT MATCH ... STRIKES IT ... MATT UNFOLDS PAPER

 

CHESTER: Well, looks like kind of a document, don't it? What's it say?


MATT: I can't see it very well. (PAPER RUSTLES) Yeah. Something about-- (READS, HALF-MUMBLING) "Chen Lan Wong was of invaluable service" -- "Intelligence" -- "General McClellan's Army of the Potomac" -- "Peninsular Campaign" -- "March 1862."


SOUND: PAUSE ... CHESTER STRIKES ANOTHER MATCH


CHESTER: Here.


MATT: (READS) "In recognition--" something-something-something. (VOICE TRAILS OFF, PAUSE, READS) "Chen Lan Wong is hereby granted full citizenship of the United States. Signed: Ulysses S. Grant, President." 


CHESTER: Well, I'll be doggoned. 


SOUND: PAPER FOLDED


MATT: Yeah, looks like Chen wasn't exactly a foreigner after all, doesn't it? 


CHESTER: Poor little fella. 


MATT: (BEAT) Chester--? 


CHESTER: Yes, sir? 


MATT: I'm gonna take this letter out to Colonel Mast at Fort Dodge. I, er-- I've got an idea he might want to give Chen Wong a military burial. 


CHESTER: (WARMLY) Oh, that'd be fine. 


MATT: (POINTED, WITH DISGUST) And while I'm gone -- you can drag these other two off and throw 'em in a hole on Boot Hill. 


MUSIC: CURTAIN


FENNEMAN: Here is our star, William Conrad. 


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MUSIC: THEME ... THEN BEHIND WALSH--


WALSH: GUNSMOKE, transcribed under the direction of Norman Macdonnell, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal. Tonight's story was specially written for GUNSMOKE by John Meston, with music composed and conducted by Rex Koury. Featured in the cast were Edgar Barrier, Lawrence Dobkin, Paul DuBov, and John Dehner. Parley Baer is Chester, Howard McNear is Doc, and Georgia Ellis is Kitty. Join us again next week as Matt Dillon, U.S. Marshal, fights to bring law and order out of the wild violence of the West in GUNSMOKE. 


MUSIC: TO CONCLUSION


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MUSIC: THEME ... THEN IN BG, UNTIL END


WALSH: Next week, at this same time, Chesterfield will bring you another story of the western frontier on - GUNSMOKE. This is the CBS RADIO NETWORK.

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