
Original Air Date: August 12, 1956Host: Andrew RhynesShow: GunsmokePhone: (707) 98 OTRDW (6-8739) Stars:• William Conrad (Matt Dillion)• Parley Baer (Chester)• Georgia Ellis (Kitty)• Howard McNear (Doc) Special Guests:• Joseph Kearns• Vic Perrin• Lawre...
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John Hakes
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Andrew Rines
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 12, 1956 and the title is Snake Bite.
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John Hakes
Around.
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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. 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.
Matt Dillon
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 chancy job and it makes a man watchful and a little lonely.
John Hakes
Well, we kindly cooled up after all that hot weather, didn't it, Mr. Dillon?
Matt Dillon
Uh huh.
John Hakes
Sure turned out to be a pretty nice day. Yeah.
Matt Dillon
Kind of makes a man lazy though, doesn't it?
John Hakes
Hey, look at that. That little old dog out in the street there, he sure is playful, ain't he?
Matt Dillon
Oh, yeah. If he had any sense, he'd go lie down in the shade somewhere.
John Hakes
Well, he's just a pup. Uh oh, now he better leave them horses be. He's gonna get kicked.
Matt Dillon
Well, he's gotta learn sometime.
John Hakes
Go on. Go on, scat. Go on. Get away from me, you mutt. You gonna make that fella mad. Go on. Oh, I'll fix you. Hey. Why, he shot him. Well, what a mean, miserable thing to do. That little pup wasn't hurting nothing.
Matt Dillon
No, he sure wasn't.
John Hakes
Hey, that's a Marshall. Now what do you want?
Matt Dillon
Get on off those horses. Do it right now.
John Hakes
All right, now what's your trouble, Marshall?
Matt Dillon
I'll take your gun, mister.
John Hakes
No, you won't.
Matt Dillon
I'm not even gonna argue with it. Then I'll make a move here, Chester. Hold it.
John Hakes
Yes, sir.
Matt Dillon
All right, I'll take yours too.
John Hakes
Sure, Marshall. I ain't gonna try nothing.
Matt Dillon
Hold up, now.
John Hakes
What's this all about, anyway?
Matt Dillon
What's your name, mister?
John Hakes
Walt Gorman.
Matt Dillon
Mm. What's yours? Hicks.
John Hakes
John Hakes.
Matt Dillon
All right. I don't allow shooting and dodge. Well, ain't no reason to take our guns. I ought to bend them across your heads. Come on, just a.
John Hakes
Hey, wait a minute. When do we get them guns back?
Matt Dillon
Tomorrow noon, when you leave town.
John Hakes
We ain't figurin on leaving. Oh, never mind him. He can't run us out. By golly, you are too, Mr. Dillon.
Matt Dillon
I will. Chester.
John Hakes
Look at that poor little dog. I wonder whose tea is.
Matt Dillon
I don't know. Probably belongs to some kid around here.
John Hakes
I'll carry it around back to jail. Maybe the kid will want to bury it himself.
Matt Dillon
Yeah. Why don't you do it?
John Hakes
That Gorman sure is a mean one.
Matt Dillon
Well, I can get mean too, Chester. And I got a feeling I may have to before I'm through with him.
John Hakes
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Matt Dillon
Make today your big red letter day.
John Hakes
And start to live the modern way Live, live, live modern get L. Hey, Mr. John. Guess what.
Matt Dillon
Now what, Joseph?
John Hakes
You know who that little raggedy dog belonged to? There was no kid at all. It was an old fella called Pony Thompson.
Matt Dillon
Bonnie Thompson?
John Hakes
Yes, sir. He come in here a while ago. He heard we had him. He's out back now burying him.
Matt Dillon
I never heard of Bonnie Thompson.
John Hakes
Neither had I. He's a real nice old fellow, though. Oh, kindly. Funny looking. He looks at you from under them scraggly eyebrows like an old gray wolf. But that's him.
Matt Dillon
You'll see. Hello, Mr. Thompson.
John Hakes
No, I ain't no mister. Pony's good enough. This is Marshal Dillon. How do, Marshal?
Matt Dillon
I'm sorry about your dog.
John Hakes
Well, I shouldn't have brung him. Town's bad enough for humans.
Matt Dillon
Where you from, Pony? I haven't seen you in Dodge before.
John Hakes
I don't seek out no town. But once a year, I move around on the prairie, Marshal. Sometimes you go into the mountains. I just can't stand four walls and a roof. Like being in jail?
Matt Dillon
What are you doing here now?
John Hakes
Once a year, I get drunk. What? That's why I come to town, to do it. I figure if I gotta get drunk, I gotta be cooped up in some saloon. But, you know, just walking down your street there, I feel kinda hog tied. My goodness. Marshal.
Matt Dillon
Yep.
John Hakes
Who shot my dog?
Matt Dillon
Aye. A couple of men who just rode into town.
John Hakes
I'll have to know their names.
Matt Dillon
You want them to pay you for the dog, Pony?
John Hakes
No, taint money I'm after.
Matt Dillon
I didn't think so.
John Hakes
You know, I got a heavy old rifle down at the stable with my gatherings. I figured to go kind of beat them half to death with it.
Matt Dillon
That wouldn't help you, Pony.
John Hakes
You. You ain't gonna tell me their names?
Matt Dillon
No, Pony, I'm not. Why are you gone?
John Hakes
I can't get drunk less than I start drinking, can I? Oh, I'll find out who shot my dog, don't you worry.
Kitty
Your friend Pony Thompson's doing pretty well at the bar over there, Matt. That's his second bottle he's working on.
Matt Dillon
He sure keeps to himself, doesn't he?
Kitty
Man who drinks alone is usually peaceful anyway.
Matt Dillon
Yeah.
John Hakes
Now hurry it up, bartender. We ain't got.
Kitty
All right, now, who's that pair just came in? Well, you know him, Matt.
Matt Dillon
Yeah. One of them's the man who shot Pony's dog I was telling you about.
Kitty
He looks like the kind. I know what Sam wants. Hey, Kitty, I better go. See you. I'll be right back.
Matt Dillon
Yeah, sure, Kitty.
John Hakes
Hey, look at this. She's pretty.
Matt Dillon
Hey, girly, buy you a drink?
Kitty
No, thanks. What do you want, Sam?
Matt Dillon
Never mind about him.
John Hakes
Come on, have a drink.
Kitty
I said no.
John Hakes
I said yes. Come on, girly, loosen up.
Kitty
Now, tell me something, mister. You have to be awful brave to shoot puppy dogs.
John Hakes
What?
Kitty
Must take a real man to do that, huh?
Matt Dillon
I just ought to slap your face in for you. I wouldn't try that, Garner.
John Hakes
It's a marshal.
Matt Dillon
Now what? You get out of here and you'll take Hakes with you. You sure like having your own way in this here town, don't you? I sure do. Now you get moving.
John Hakes
Come on, Gorman. We don't want no trouble. All right.
Matt Dillon
I sure am getting a belly full of that.
Kitty
What a hero.
Matt Dillon
Yeah. You know, Kitty, I wish you hadn't mentioned the dog.
Kitty
Oh, I'm sorry, Matt. I forgot.
John Hakes
Hey, evening, Marshall.
Matt Dillon
Ah, hello, Pony.
John Hakes
Oh, that feller's name was Gorman, huh? Got a mean face, too, ain't he?
Matt Dillon
Now look here, Pony.
John Hakes
Oh, don't you worry I ain't gonna follow him, Marshall. No, sir. E. Bob, I got me this here bottle to finish. Yeah, I'm gonna get drunk tonight, remember?
Kitty
Well, I guess it doesn't matter after all. Matter?
Matt Dillon
Well, I hope not, Kitty, but I'm not so sure.
John Hakes
Oh, my side meat fried potatoes, Harmony gritson, sorghum and a cup of lye. Matt, there was a mighty poor breakfast, if I do say so.
Matt Dillon
Well, then I'm glad I didn't treat you to.
John Hakes
If you ever treated me to breakfast, I'd be so dumbfounded I couldn't complain. Dylan. Mr. John. Why, it's Chester. At the stable door there. You too, doc. Hurry up. Me? What's he got, a sick horse in there?
Matt Dillon
He's got something, Doc. He looks pretty worried.
John Hakes
Chester's always worried. If it isn't money, it's women. Ma Strimick went to the office looking for you.
Matt Dillon
Now, what's the trouble, Chester?
John Hakes
There's been a killing.
Matt Dillon
What?
John Hakes
That fellow, Walt Gorman, he got his throat cut in here. Moss found him laying in one of the stalls. Pony Thompson done it.
Matt Dillon
How do you know?
John Hakes
Well, he was right in there with him. He still is. We tied him up with a rope. Of course, he was passed out drunk when Moss found him. Did he come too fast enough when we swooshed some water on him? How could he kill a man when he was passed out? I don't know, Doc, but he was all spattered with blood. And the knife was laying there, right there by his hand. There he is, Marshal. Marshall, make him turn me loose. That's Gorman under the saddle blanket back there. Right. I'll take a look, but I don't know how much good. Oh, please get me loose, Marshall. Please, I. I just can't stand this.
Matt Dillon
All right, on time, Chester.
John Hakes
All right. I didn't kill nobody. The knife's in that board right next to you, Mr. John.
Matt Dillon
Tony, is this your knife?
John Hakes
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure it's mine, but I didn't use it on nobody. It was laying right by his hand. Well, then somebody put it there. Gorman's dead, all right, Matt. Four or five hours. He took a knife in his back and then had his throat cut there. Well, I wouldn't do a thing like that, Marshall.
Matt Dillon
I wouldn't have thought so. Point.
John Hakes
It's true. Oh, sure, I found him later, after you left the long branch. But I only swore at him a little for shooting my poor pup.
Matt Dillon
I'm gonna have to lock you up.
John Hakes
Oh, no, please, Marshall, don't do that. Please don't I got no choice, I tell you. I'll just go crazy. You put me in the. In jail. I told you how I am.
Matt Dillon
Just take him down.
John Hakes
Come on, Pony, let's get going. Oh, please don't. Not jail. You should have thought about that before you killed Garmin. Now, come on. I'd rather get shot. I. I'd rather die. You ain't going to die. Now, walk along. Hello, Marshall.
Matt Dillon
I've been waiting for you.
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Hello, Hicks.
John Hakes
I seen Chester a while ago taking Pony Thompson into the jail here.
Matt Dillon
He'll tell you what happened.
John Hakes
He sure did. I didn't want to see Gorman, not after what that old man did to him.
Matt Dillon
Come out into the office, Hicks.
John Hakes
Chester.
Matt Dillon
What'S the matter? What's the matter? You sick or something?
John Hakes
He hit me.
Matt Dillon
What? Where's Pony Thompson?
John Hakes
That's what I'm telling you. He hit me with that spot. You mean he got away? I turned my back to go out of that cell. That's all I remember.
Matt Dillon
And he's been gone about 20 minutes.
John Hakes
Well, let's find him. Standing around here is doing no good.
Matt Dillon
We'll find him, Hicks.
John Hakes
But I know where he went.
Matt Dillon
You do? Where?
John Hakes
Well, in the stable there. He was mumbling about a hideout he knows down by the Arkansas somewhere.
Matt Dillon
You feel up to riding Jessup?
John Hakes
You bet I do. And I'm coming, too. I'll shoot that old devil on sight.
Matt Dillon
It's a good thing I took your gun, Hicks. But you're coming with us. All right. Just to make sure you don't find another one.
John Hakes
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Matt Dillon
Yes.
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John Hakes
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Matt Dillon
It.
John Hakes
Well, it's breaking day, Mr. Dillon. We can get moving again directly. We could be 30 miles from here by now. Well, you can't track a man in the dark, Hakes. We done the best we could. Blackest night I ever seen. Marshall, I want you to give me a gun today.
Matt Dillon
You're awful anxious to shoot him down, aren't you, Higgs?
John Hakes
It's to keep him from shooting me. Probably armed by now. Oh, sure he is. There's lots of guns laying along the banks of the Arkansas. I'm cold. I'm gonna walk around a little and stretch my legs. Don't you get lost, Sonny. Why don't you try keeping quiet? Your voice itches my ears.
Matt Dillon
Exterminism. How long were you and Gorman partners? About a year.
John Hakes
Why?
Matt Dillon
I just wondered.
John Hakes
You gonna let me have a gun today?
Matt Dillon
I wouldn't trust you with a buggy.
John Hakes
Now, you got no cause to say that.
Matt Dillon
I want Pawnee Thompson alive. He'd be no good to me dead.
John Hakes
What do you mean?
Matt Dillon
I didn't get a chance to talk to him, for one thing.
John Hakes
Hey, Mr. Dillon.
Matt Dillon
Yeah, what?
John Hakes
There's a little old cave right up here. Go crawl in it. Maybe it'll fall on you.
Matt Dillon
It sure bothers me that you kind of bother him.
John Hakes
I ain't done nothing to him. Mr. Dunn, come here, quick.
Matt Dillon
What?
John Hakes
Yeah. What is it, Chester? There's a man in this cave. It's old Pony Thompson.
Matt Dillon
Well, drag him out.
John Hakes
I. I did. He's dead. Mr. Dylan.
Matt Dillon
Huh?
John Hakes
Yes, sir.
Matt Dillon
Make a torch out of some of those dry weeds, Chester. I can't see much here.
John Hakes
Yes, sir. What is it, Marshall? Somebody kill him?
Matt Dillon
I don't know, Hakes. Just stay out of the way.
John Hakes
Doggone it. You treat me like I was dirt. I've had enough of that.
Matt Dillon
Come on, Chester. Hurry up.
John Hakes
Yes, sir. I got it. Here, let me get lit.
Matt Dillon
I don't feel blood anywhere.
John Hakes
Yeah. Ain't gonna burn long, though.
Matt Dillon
Hold it near his head.
John Hakes
I don't see nothing.
Matt Dillon
No, wait a minute.
Announcer
Hold it closer, huh?
Matt Dillon
Down here.
John Hakes
There ain't a mark on him.
Matt Dillon
Yes, there is. See those two little punctures on his neck there?
John Hakes
Yes, sir.
Matt Dillon
All right, Chester. Well, I guess Pawnee meant what he said about not liking jail.
John Hakes
What do you mean?
Matt Dillon
He'd been sitting right down there in front of his cave for about eight hours. Now, he could have hollered for help, but he didn't. Help for what? There was a rattlesnake in that cave.
John Hakes
That's what them marks on his neck was. He got bit.
Matt Dillon
Rather than face jail, he stayed in there and died.
John Hakes
Don't get to feeling so sorry for him. He stuck Gorman in the back and cut his throat, didn't he?
Matt Dillon
Yeah, Hicks, that's exactly what happened to Gorman.
John Hakes
What are you looking at me like that for?
Matt Dillon
Chester.
John Hakes
Yes, sir.
Matt Dillon
Did you tell Hicks that Gorman got knifed in the back?
John Hakes
No, sir. All I said was he got his.
Matt Dillon
Throat cut and poor old Pony Thompson died for nothing. I don't know why you killed your partner, and I don't much care. But we'll find out after we get Pony buried properly.
John Hakes
Now look here, Marsh.
Matt Dillon
And you'll dig the grave, Hicks, and you'll dig it deep. The old man deserves that much from you.
Announcer
In a moment, our star, William Conrad. In a recent study, a noted traffic expert estimates that inadequate highways and resultant traffic jams cost the American economy billions of dollars every year and suggests that the cost of modernizing our roads would quickly be regained in time saved. Discussing motor accidents, this same expert suggests that legislation may be needed to curb the speed of our powerful automobiles before they ever leave the factories. This is a controversial question on which the experts disagree. But all traffic experts agree on one thing. Common sense cannot be legislated into the automobile driver. He has to learn it by himself. Anger, bravado and the spirit of competition often are expressed on the highway by excessive speeding, disregard of traffic signs and signals and other risky maneuvers. Psychologists sum it up by saying that careless drivers are emotionally immature. Put more bluntly, it means that careless driving is kid stuff. This has been a CBS radio public service announcement.
Matt Dillon
You know, when a high plains woman was looking for a husband, Callahan's used to laugh and say she's throwing a wide loop. Well, next week a woman catches her man right enough, but with a.50 caliber rifle. And that was the west.
Announcer
Gunsmoke, produced and directed by Norman McDonald, stars William Conrad as Matt Dillon, U. S. Marshal. Our story was specially written for Gunsmoke by John Meston with music composed and conducted by Rex Corey, sound patterns by Tom Hanley and Bill James. Featured in the cast were Joseph Kearns, Vic Perrin and Lawrence Dobkin. Harley Bear As Chester, Howard McNear as Doc and Georgia Ellis as Kitty. Join us again next week for another specially transcribed story on gun smoke.
John Hakes
Sam.
Andrew Rines
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Host: Andrew Rhynes
Podcast: Gunsmoke | OTRWesterns.com
Original Air Date: August 12, 1956
This classic Gunsmoke episode centers on Marshal Matt Dillon as he navigates a case of senseless violence and wrongful accusation in Dodge City. The story weaves together the fates of a lonely old drifter named Pony Thompson, a murdered partner, and the hard lessons of justice on the frontier.
“Why, he shot him. Well, what a mean, miserable thing to do. That little pup wasn’t hurting nothing.” — Chester (03:26)
“That wouldn’t help you, Pony.” — Matt Dillon (09:15)
“Tell me something, mister. You have to be awful brave to shoot puppy dogs.” — Kitty (10:52)
“I told you how I am. I just can’t stand this... I’d rather die.” — Pony (14:52)
“I want Pony Thompson alive. He’d be no good to me dead.” — Matt Dillon (19:46)
“He’d been sitting right down there in front of his cave for about eight hours. Now, he could have hollered for help, but he didn’t... Rather than face jail, he stayed in there and died.” — Matt Dillon (21:20, 21:47)
“I don’t know why you killed your partner, and I don’t much care. But we’ll find out after we get Pony buried properly. ... And you’ll dig the grave, Hicks, and you’ll dig it deep. The old man deserves that much from you.” — Matt Dillon (22:14, 22:27)
This tightly woven episode of Gunsmoke is a meditation on loneliness, the rush to judgment, and the misunderstandings that can lead to tragedy. The story demonstrates Marshal Dillon’s commitment to justice and empathy, and ends with a somber reflection on the cost of a hasty accusation and a wrongful death on the western frontier.