[Ken Darby singing
"Legend of Wyatt Earp"]
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
[humming]
(male narrator)
Preventing the train robbery
when you have a tip
on the time and place
should've been no problem
for Marshal Wyatt Earp.
Any competent peace officer
would nab the robbers
before they started
or trap them at the scene.
But Wyatt first had to deal
with Shotgun Gibbs
his mule, Roscoe, and a lady
known asPhronsie LaTour.
Oh, my dear girl,
I simply couldn't.
You know, I wouldn't go at all
with my French accessories.
- Oh, but it's lovely on you.
- I couldn't, well I think..
It looks to me like you've
got it on backwards.
[bell clanks]
Ooh!
Well, I can't decide
right now, dear.
You know how we girls are,
never can make up our minds.
Well, Chief Deputy Gibbs.
What are you doing
buying a lady's hat?
- Bonnet, for Roscoe.
- Ro-Roscoe?
Yes, ma'am, my mule.
[chuckles]
I certainly hope you find
a becoming bonnet.
Thank you, ma'am.
I'm Ms. LaTour.
How do you do, Ms. LaTour?
Did I hear you say
you're looking for a bonnet
for a mule?
- Yes, ma'am.
- Oh!
I've seen mules and horses
wearing straw hats.
Shouldn't you try
across the street?
Well, Roscoe don't like 'em
farmer hats.
Let me see that one right there,
if you please.
[chuckles]
- This one?
- Yes, ma'am.
Well, I haven't had
this happen before, I mean..
[chuckles]
Selling a bonnet
for a mule.
Well, I don't reckon this one
would hardly be big enough.
I got to cut holes
for his ears and
if I done that,
there wouldn't be no hat left.
Alright. I sure thank you
just the same.
Oh, not at--
[gasps]
I'm afraid.
Hold it, you're not gonna
be afraid of it.
Here, I'll take the shells out.
Oh, I might maybe
going to faint.
No, no. Don't do that, lady.
Now, watch, watch it.
The last job they tried
was out of Kansas City.
And they got a tip
on a payroll shipment
and tried to stop number .
Did they pull
the job, Mr. Castlin?
No. They got too excited and
exploded the dynamite too soon.
Our agents drove them off.
They headed west
toward Dodge City, Marshal.
It's my job to see that One-Eye
and his g*ng don't hit us again.
Mr. Castlin, Dodge City
is surrounded by cattle camps.
It's the last drive
of the season.
It'd take quite a while
to shake those camps out.
Do you have any
other information, uh..
...besides the identification
in this case.
No, just gossip.
One-Eye has a sister.
She's supposed to be
a nice looking blonde
who cases his jobs.
She uses about
a dozen different names.
But maybe it's...
it's all just talk.
You know the bold woman outlaw,
all that kinda stuff.
[chuckles]
Yes, sir.
Well, I'll start trailin'
Mr. One-Eye Brown.
Not too many
one-eyed hoodlums around.
[Roscoe braying]
Hush up, Roscoe,
our lady's sick.
- Leave her alone, you jackass.
- 'Gibbs.'
Doc is...is she dead?
Just a fainting spell.
She wants to talk to you.
Oh, I don't know
about that, Doc.
I'd scared the wits
plummet of her.
- I better go get, Wyatt.
- She wants you.
- Leave that cannon outside.
- Yes, sir.
Said something about,
uh, being in danger.
It's a tight corset
if you ask me.
Don't worry. The women
will take care of that.
Why don't you go
with me, Doc?
I got a pneumonia case.
You're a brave man.
Act like one.
- Hello, Kurt.
- Mornin'.
You seen, uh,
Mr. Gibbs around?
No, but, uh, Roscoe's tied up
outside the new millinery shop.
Thanks.
He forced his attentions on me.
And after all, in a stagecoach,
a lady cannot withdraw.
You, you think he dare
to come here?
- Well, you just let him come.
- Hm!
But you might not be around
when he does.
Oh, I'll be around alright.
- Even at night?
- Yes, ma'am.
It might get us talked about
and you never know--
[bells clang]
Shh!
Oh, uh, Marshal Earp's outside.
He wants to see you.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, uh, would you bring me
my smelling socks?
They're somewhere
in the shelf.
Yes, ma'am.
What are you up to?
- Up to?
- 'You're a milliner.'
And it's my experience
that milliner's
are up to be flippant.
You think I'm flippant, really?
That faintin' spell of yours
didn't seem very real to me.
And what enemies you got that
Mr. Gibbs needs to protect you?
I can't say.
Mrs. Denton...
I'm gonna be honest with you.
Mr. Gibbs likes me.
I like him and I aim
to stay here.
Oh, I beg of you
to believe me.
Oh!
Dear, dear.
Well, now just take it easy.
Don't take it all in one bite.
What's up, Wyatt?
Oh, the Chief's special agent
from Santa Fe came to my office.
Said he's lookin' for a fellow
by the name of One-Eye Brown.
Thinks he and his g*ng
are hiding out in the cow camps.
One-Eye Brown.
Never heard of him.
And he's a train robber.
Come on you and I'll scour
the cow camps.
Well, not me.
What's the matter?
Well, I...I promised
to protect Ms. Phronsie LaTour.
She's, uh, new lady's
hat maker, here in town.
O-oh, I see.
Well, uh, now,
why does she need protection?
Her hats that bad?
Well, that ain't funny, Wyatt.
There's a hoodlum she met with
on the stage been pesterin' her.
Hm.
She don't know what his name
or I'd go bust his gizzard.
You seem to feel this
mighty deeply, Mr. Gibbs.
Well, I know more than
you would if a
poor, alone gal
was threatened.
Well, I guess I just have
to take Dale with me.
Oh, uh..
Mr. Gibbs, I,
I wish you luck.
You watch out
for those hatpins.
- Mr. Gibbs.
- 'Yes, ma'am, Ms. Phronsie.'
Mr. Gibbs, I'm an awful coward.
I know it. But I'm so--
[screaming]
O-oh, that mule.
He tried to bite me.
Roscoe!
- You mind your manners.
- Oh.
Is it your mule?
Yes, ma'am.
I'm ashamed to say.
Guess, he doesn't like me.
Oh, it ain't that,
Ms. Phronsie.
You see Wyatt's
spoiled him by givin' him
apples and carrots
and all that stuff.
Now, anybody passes by,
he expects a handout.
You didn't have nothin'
to eat so he..
...well, he just tried to take
a nip out of you.
[chuckles]
Is Marshal Earp gonna
send you away from here?
No, ma'am.
I ain't leavin'.
Oh, thank heaven.
It's time for tea.
Mrs. Denton's put
the kettle on.
[Roscoe braying]
Oh, hush up.
Howdy.
Supper ain't until
an hour from now.
I'm looking for a man
they call One-Eyed Brown.
Well, we used to
have a Peg-Leg Brown.
But he got k*lled in Amarillo.
Uh, I never heard
of this One-Eyed Brown.
Well, thank you
just the same.
[music]
Hold it right there.
[g*nshots]
Mr. Gibbs.
Mr. Gibbs.
Oh!
Is he...is he?
I'm afraid so, ma'am.
Oh!
[dramatic music]
When Gibbs hits him with
that cannon, they're dead.
Why don't you just
wing 'em with a ?
Any man that breaks into
a lone woman's house
in night deserves k*lling.
He was firing at me.
What'd you expect me to do?
Sit there like a big bird?
Doc, I'd like to talk
to Ms. Phronsie.
- Maybe she can identify him.
- Not tonight.
I had to give her some laudanum
to make her sleep.
Alright. I'll send
a coroner over.
Mr. Gibbs, I'd like to talk
to you over in my office.
Alright, sir.
Dale, you take over here.
That about sums up what, uh,
Mr. Castlin of Santa Fe told me.
Mr. One-Eye Brown
does have a sister.
Well, now, don't get sore.
I'm not, uh, implying
that Ms. Phronsie
is in anyway connected
with Mr. Brown.
You got more sense than that.
I'll still have to ask you some
questions and search your place.
Help yourself.
Maybe it'll stop some
loud-mouth women from gossipin'.
I'm sorry, Mr. Gibbs.
Well, don't pay no mind
to me and Ms. Phronsie.
We're gettin' hitched.
enough nerve to ask her.
I'll be here guardin' her
from now on.
Here's the rest
of the house, Marshal.
I know it doesn't make
much sense.
If that man was the masher
you met in the stage coach.
He broke into your store
and Mr. Gibbs k*lled him.
That man must have friends.
I still need police protection.
- Mr. Gibbs?
- I prefer him, yes.
Mr. Gibbs is sweet
on you, isn't he?
I guess so.
Only...kind of silly
to say it, but..
Roscoe doesn't like me.
Or he might cause trouble.
I see. You...don't want to come
between Mr. Gibbs and his mule.
Well, have you tried
apples and carrots?
- No, so?
- You oughta try 'em.
A mule craves love.
- Love?
- 'Yes.'
Now, Roscoe, he loves
Mr. Gibbs because, well..
Mr. Gibbs is fond of him.
You know, I-I really think
that Roscoe is jealous of you.
[laughs]
I never thought of that.
Well you think about it?
And you, uh, you try
making friends with Roscoe.
I'm sorry
to have bothered you.
A-aren't you going to search
the rest of the house?
No, I don't think you could
be One-Eye Brown's sister.
One-Eye Brown?
Never mind.
But, I will assign
Mr. Gibbs to guard you.
[dramatic music]
They got Joel
in Phronsie's place.
k*lled him?
Argh.
- You talked to my sister?
- I couldn't get near her, boss.
She promised she wouldn't do
the job. And she's not gonna.
Earp's gotta a day-and-night
guard in her place.
We'll fix that.
Minor, Bruce.
Go in with Sullivan.
Take that guard tonight
and bring Phronsie
back with you.
She'll know something
about that Santa Fe station.
We'll get it out of her.
You'll see.
Right.
Now, don't try to sweet-talk
Roscoe, Ms. Phronsie.
All that mule
cares about is stump.
[panting]
Thanks.
Now, you wait here.
I gotta do this myself.
Nice, Roscoe.
Here, Roscoe, see--
[screams]
He bit me. He bit me. Look.
[braying]
Well, that's that.
I'm gonna sell that mule.
You take 'em vegetables
and run home back to the store.
Alright.
[intense music]
(male # )
Well, that's a fine horse,
Mr. Martin
Men, Chief Deputy Gibbs
asked me to sell his mule
to the highest bidder.
Now, he's a fine animal.
You all know.
His name is Roscoe.
He's broken to wagon,
buggy and saddle.
- Now, how much my offer?
- $ .
- ' .'
- '$ .'
- ' .'
- A hundred dollars.
A hundred dollars
for this fine animal.
Why I'll even bid a myself.
.
.
- $ .
- Too much for me.
.
All done?
Going once. Going twice.
Sold to Marshal Earp for .
Yeah, thank you, Mr. Abraham.
You come on over to the jail
when you're finished.
I'll have the money for you.
- Come on.
- Alright, Marshal.
- I want to see that tame bear.
- Yeah, let's to see that thing.
music]
Mr. Gibbs,
you don't look too happy.
'What's she do?
Turn you down?'
No, I ain't ask her.
Who bought Roscoe?
Oh, a real mean looking
mule-skinner.
Never did get the fellow's name.
Well, he deserves it.
Trying to bite Ms. Phronsie.
He'll sure get
his punishment now.
Yes. This fellow is one of the
meanest fellows I've ever seen.
Great big, long moustache.
Carried one of those
great big black snake whips.
'You know how those
mule-skinners use those whips.'
Well, I'll tell him..
I'll...tell him,
you're not to...mistreat Roscoe.
Take the guard for me,
will you, Wyatt?
Sure.
(Castlin)
'Wyatt.'
What is it?
I got a wire
from a field agent.
He says Brown's camped about
eight miles outside of Dodge.
I think we oughta form a posse
and jump One-Eye before dark.
We'd never make it.
I've reason to believe that
Brown's sister is here in Dodge.
- Well, good. We'll arrest her--
- No, Mr. Castlin.
Run over to my office.
I'll explain why.
Oh, well, of all fools.
Your Chief Deputy
in love with a woman.
And what was that
about another man named Roscoe.
Roscoe isn't a man.
He's a mule.
- A mule?
- Mm-hm.
Mr. Gibbs, he sold him
because..
Well, he doesn't like
Ms. Phronsie. Tried to bite her.
Oh, come now, Marshal.
What's a love affair and a mule
gotta do with
catching train robbers?
A mule can tell you an awful
lot about people's character.
Oh, yeah. If things aren't just
right, they can be awful ornery.
This mule, he told me
an awful lot about Ms. Phronsie.
- You don't say.
- 'Yes, I do say.'
Also I think
Brown and some of his men
will call on Ms. Phronsie
tonight because last night
the man that Brown sent
was k*lled by Mr. Gibbs.
That makes
a little more sense.
Also makes more sense if we try
to arrest Brown and his men
here in Dodge than try and chase
him through cow camps.
All we need is a few prisoners.
Maybe, they can tell us
what we're looking for.
You think
they'd expose the woman?
Yep.
- Uh-hm.
- I need it.
[melodic musical note]
Ms. Phronsie,
go into your bedroom
take the mattress
and pillow off your bed
and put it on the floor
and please stay there.
I don't understand this. Why do
I need three men to protect me?
Well, you see, hon, Marshal Earp
thinks there's gonna be
worse trouble
than we had last night.
Well, maybe she should stay
at the hotel.
No.
Now, Mr. Gibbs,
you can watch the back door.
Now, does that give you
little more confidence?
Oh, yes. Much more.
Just so I'm close
to you, hon.
But, don't just stand there
like a big bird. Go on.
[dramatic music]
(male # )
Ho-o-o!
One-Eye wants us to take
the alley behind the store.
Kicking the door,
grab Ms. Phronsie
and get outta town fast.
Understand?
Let's go.
[intense music]
Hon, I don't think
it's safe here.
Why wouldn't the Marshal
let me go to the hotel?
Well, Wyatt's trying
to catch some train robbers.
He thinks
you're mixed up with 'em.
'Tarnation.'
And you go in over
and get yourself some rest.
Past midnight
and maybe nothing will happen.
Will that convince Mr. Earp?
Will make no difference
whether it does or don't.
We're getting married.
[chuckles]
But you haven't even asked me.
Well, there's
plenty of time for that.
Go in over
and get yourself some rest.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
[romantic music]
[dramatic music]
[horses trotting]
[music continues]
(Wyatt)
Hey!
[g*nshots]
Sit down and stay there.
Can't you ever sh**t
at a man without killin' him.
Now, go help Castlin
with his man.
Sorry, Marshal.
I hit my man pretty hard.
Well, that's great.
One witness, huh?
Alright, you ever hear
One-Eye Brown?
Never heard of him.
You see that woman over there.
Isn't that Brown's sister?
Never saw her before in my life.
Don't you owe the lady
an apology?
No, he doesn't.
My real name is
Phronsie Brown.
(Phronsie)
'The man you call
One-Eye is my brother.'
They planned to rob the Santa Fe
and they sent me in to Dodge
to case the payroll shipments.
But I told him
I wouldn't help him.
I cased nothing.
I want no more robbing.
I'm through and I told him so.
Too bad, Mr. Gibbs.
'Cause you're a real nice fella.
She told the truth. You ain't
gonna lock her in jail, are you?
No, she didn't do anything.
Mr. Castlin.
- You start forming a posse.
- Right.
- Take him with you.
- I won't tell you nothing.
Yes, you will.
He's Pete Sullivan. He's wanted
in Missouri for hog stealing.
It's better to take a wrap for
hog stealing than train robbery.
- Will it be a deal?
- You'll help us catch One-Eye.
Alright.
You're riding in-charge
with the posse?
- I'll be with you in a minute.
- Alright, come on.
You folks still aim
to get married?
Ne, we don't.
It could never work out.
I'm taking
the first train east.
But, Phronsie?
He likes his mule
better than me.
And I don't blame him.
[melodic music]
Phronsie?
[bells clanking]
[dramatic music]
Ah, we took One-Eye
without a fight.
Ms. Phronsie, ah,
she leave town?
Yep.
Well, I guess I'll go catch
myself a nap at the hotel.
Wait a second.
I...bought myself a second-hand
mule that I'd be willing
to sell for a ten dollar profit.
Ha!
[melodic musical note]
You alright, Mr. Gibbs?
I reckon so.
You know, any woman
can fool any man.
There's not one woman living
that can fool a mule.
Come on, mule.
♪ Well he cleaned up
the country ♪
♪ The old wild west country
♪ He made law
and order prevail ♪
♪ And none can deny it
♪ The legend of Wyatt
♪ Forever will
live on the trail ♪
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
and long life his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
♪ Long may his story
♪ Be told ♪
[humming]