Get ready.
I hear 'em coming.
It's the big man
with a shotgun.
That shotgun won't do him
no good.
He'll never what hit him.
[Ken Darby singing
"The 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 ♪
(male narrator)
The Life and Legend
of Wyatt Earp
starring Hugh O'Brian.
(male narrator)
After several attempts to get
rid of Marshal Earp had failed
his political enemies decided
to go after Shotgun Gibbs.
Wyatt's close friend
and right-hand man.
By k*lling Shotgun,
the Ten Percent Ring
hoped to sicken Wyatt
of his job
and drive him
out of Tombstone.
What took you so long?
Shiloh Smith's
been waiting an hour.
- And who is Shiloh Smith?
- The new boss.
We put him in Dan Pretty's
place yesterday.
Well, I'll be right in.
I think, gentlemen,
it would be a wrong move
to bushwhack Wyatt Earp
just now.
He k*lled Dan Pretty,
didn't he?
Made it look like su1c1de.
No, Mr. Smith. Wyatt doesn't
do things that way.
- I suspect Doc Holliday.
- Then let's get Holliday.
No good either
and not just now.
Why?
Well, he has too many hoodlum
friends in and around Tombstone.
And he's cautious.
Too good.
All you can say is no, Behan.
We got to settle with Wyatt
Earp. He's slowed everything.
You talk like Earp's friend. He
was in on the Pretty k*lling.
Somebody's got to pay
for Dan.
Gentlemen, I have an idea
if you'll listen.
Alright, let's have it.
Wyatt Earp has a chief deputy
called Shotgun Gibbs.
He's very fond of him.
If something were
to happen to Gibbs
Wyatt would feel responsible
and get discouraged
and leave Tombstone.
Might not be a bad move.
Gibbs could be trapped
I think.
He's a big leather britches
from Wyoming
and not to bright.
How do you propose
to go about it?
Gibbs is found of mules.
Rides one called Roscoe.
Our best bet is to use Six Mule
Marcy to get next to Gibbs.
Marcy, good.
Six Mule would bushwhack his own
brother for fifty dollars.
Now, Mr. Smith, you send him
in to Tombstone
and I'll handle the details.
Such as selling the idea
to Marcy--
But make it stick.
- We want no excuses.
- Gentlemen, I assure you that--
Alright, alright.
That's enough chatter.
Now get on your way.
Yes, sir.
Whoa, you overgrown
jackrabbit.
Where's Pat McGeehan?
Mr. McGeehan is always
in the hotel, eating breakfast.
Oh.
That's sure a good-looking
parcel of mules you got here.
Well, thank you, mister,
thank you.
Is that your mule?
(Shotgun)
Yes, sir. I'm proud
to say it is.
Well, I can return
the compliment.
Well, thank you.
What might your name be?
- Gibbs. What's yours?
- Marcy.
Call me Six Mule Marcy.
That's the way it is
with a muley man
- You kind of get nicknames.
- Yep.
Hey, you must be a new
John Law in Tombstone.
Well, kinda new.
I'm Chief Deputy
to Mr. Wyatt Earp.
Hey, that third mule's collar's
all pretty bad, ain't it?
Sure is, and I have doctored
that mule with carbolic acid
- and boric acid powder--
- You ever tried beef tallow
- and balsam of peru?
- Never even heard of it.
Marcy, them-them acid stings
too much for a mule.
Now if you use beef tallow
and balsam of peru
it stings just enough
so that the mule knows
it's being doctored,
but they don't resent it, now.
Ha ha ha. Say, you're
a real muley man.
Well, a mule is worth
giving some thought too.
Okay, you go on hitch 'em
I'll find the right medicines
for him.
Well, thank you Mr. Gibbs.
Thank you, kindly.
I'm going over to the hotel
to get some breakfast, Wyatt.
- Care to join me?
- No, not right now.
You didn't happen to see
Shotgun, did you?
This hour of the morning
I can't see anything, why?
Well, he had the night patrol,
and he hasn't checked in yet.
He's probably gone over
to make Roscoe's breakfast.
That's true love, Wyatt.
- You heard about him lately?
- Who?
Roscoe, he's
feeling melancholic.
Got Shotgun worried.
A mule with melancholy in it?
Well, that's possible.
Roscoe has no pride of ancestry
and no hope of posterity
as they say.
I think Roscoe is
just off his feed.
You know that mule was
Shotgun's biggest weakness.
On the contrary, Wyatt
I think that Roscoe
is Shotgun's strength.
Just like that's my strength.
I also think that a certain
stubborn muley courage
flows from Roscoe into Shotgun.
Have it your way, I'm gonna go
and try and find him.
- See you later.
- Right.
There now, Willy,
how do you feel. Better?
Don't worry you do.
Listen, Mr. Marcy.
You cut yourself a shiny pad
for the top
of Willy's collar.
Couple of days,
he'll be cured alright.
Why, sure, Shotgun, I'm gonna
stand you some drinks.
Ain't no charge needed,
ain't no charge at all.
- Good lesson for Roscoe.
- 'Mr. Gibbs.'
Morning, Wyatt.
- Marshal Earp, meet Mr.--
- I had the honor back in Dodge.
That's right, you are
Six Mule Marcy.
You forgot something,
didn't you?
Forgot? What's that?
You forgot to check in
from evening patrol.
By George, I sure did,
didn't I?
I was awful worried
about my mule.
Well, I'll be coursing on. That
offer still stands, Shotgun.
I'll be seeing you, Marcy.
Bartender, another round
for everybody.
Let's get a game
started, Six Mule.
I ain't thinking about cards.
Hey, don't you fellas
ever have any
horse or mule race
in here in Tombstone?
You can't race in the mountains.
Some of the boys over
at Charleston and Galey
will do some racing.
Oh, that's mighty interesting.
Shotgun! Come on over here.
Well, stick around boys.
Shotgun may be a John Law,
but he's a friend of mine.
And what he don't know
about mules, nobody knows.
Honey, let Mr. Gibbs
sit down here.
Come on, friend, have a seat.
Eddie.
I got that pad
for Willy's collar.
Tell me, has Roscoe
perked up any?
No, he ain't.
- Feel awful mournful like.
- Too bad.
You know, I despise
to see a mule give up.
Well, you're a fool Marcy.
Mule might bark at a man
'but I never heard
of one givin' up.'
I had a mare mule named Sadie.
She got homesick, just
laid down a trail, and d*ed.
Well, Roscoe ain't homesick.
He never did care nothing
about that old place
up in Wyoming.
Say, I got an idea.
Can that mule of yours run?
Can he run? Why,
of course, he can run.
He's the fastest mule
you ever seen.
Are you game to put him
in a race?
A race?
Well, I don't know
about that that, Six Mule
- he's feeling so miserable--
- Well, that's just it.
Roscoe wins the race
that might be the cure.
You know, build up
his self-confidence.
- I don't know...
- I've seen your mule travel
I'll back him up
against anything you got, Marcy.
I ain't in it for the betting.
Why, it's Roscoe
I'm thinking of.
What do you say, Shotgun?
By George, it's worth a try.
A real good run might shake
up his liver at least.
I tell you what, I'll put two
of my best mules in against him.
Pretty risky though.
If Roscoe got b*at real bad..
...he might feel worse
than he does now.
Well, Roscoe ain't gonna
get b*at.
Not a chance, I'm betting
a hundred on Roscoe.
Well, I'll cover that.
[insects chirping]
- He fell for it.
- Good, when is the race?
Not certain yet.
Tomorrow's his day off.
- You let me know.
- Alright.
Well, it's your life
and your responsibility.
I'll just say that it looks like
a bushwhacking setup to me.
Who would want
to bushwhack Roscoe?
He needs this race, Wyatt.
Here you go again.
Well, you darn
said yourself that
Roscoe might be remembering
he was nothing but a mule.
How'd you like to be
nothing but a mule.
Well, sometimes I wish I were.
Oh, no, you don't.
Life's been dull for Roscoe just
packing me around on his back.
At this race,
now that's exciting.
Roscoe gets out there, stretches
'em zebra legs and win..
...I believe he is going
to perk up a bit.
Well, what you do in your
day off is no business of mine.
Well, no, it ain't none
of your business
but you say the word,
there ain't gonna be no race.
I can't do that, Mr. Gibbs
I have no proof that Marcy
is trying to set you up
and I'd look kind of foolish
if he turned out to be
on the level.
Oh, I think he's
on the level, Wyatt.
Marcy's a real muley, man.
Even if he did cause disturbance
in Dodge City
it's just kinda noise-making,
wasn't it?
Well, that's a ??
from setting up an ambush.
I believe Old Six Mule
likes me and Roscoe.
He understands us.
Well, I wish you luck.
Thank you, boy.
I'll tell you
something else too
and I'd thank you even more
kindlier
well if you just wish Old Roscoe
a little bit of luck.
Alright, you tell Roscoe
I wish him luck also.
Well, I sure will.
- Oh, howdy, Doc.
- Howdy?
Well, what did you find out?
Just rumors, Wyatt,
but they're all bad.
They are racing uphill
from Contention Mine
but all the smart gamblers
are betting against Roscoe now.
That is bad.
Roscoe, he could even overtake
a horse in five miles.
Everybody in town knows that.
You couldn't persuade
Shotgun, huh?
No.
With Marcy mixed up in this,
it's bound to be a setup.
That trail goes right through
thick brush country.
That's bushwhacking
country, Wyatt.
I guess we ought to set up
a patrol, huh?
Well, we can try it,
but it's not gonna be easy.
I've still got $
on this shiny mule.
Anybody wants to do it?
Alright.
'I got $ here on this mule..'
[indistinct chattering]
Alright, quiet. Quiet.
You see those bandana markers
on the course?
Any rider who strays
off the course
or tries to take a shortcut
is disqualified. Agreed?
What's the idea his carrying
that cannon, Marcy?
Better leave the g*n.
It adds or pounds.
That's a hefty handicap
over miles.
There were no rules
that I couldn't carry it.
- I'm carrying it.
- Well, it's alright with me.
Tote the g*n.
Nobody said he couldn't.
- No, if he wants to.
- Alright.
Now, any mule that kicks
or bites is out of the race.
- Are you ready?
- Yeah.
Alright, here we go.
[crowd chattering]
Alright, on your mark,
get set.
[g*nsh*t]
[crowd cheering]
That start
looked alright, doc.
We'll scout the brush ahead
up to the three mile point.
- You wanna wait for them there?
- No.
When they catch up to us, we'll
patrol ahead to the finish line.
- Watch the end near there.
- If they get there.
Come on.
Hey, Roscoe, we got
a pretty good lead.
Hold up a bit.
[brays]
Alright, alright.
Have it your own way.
I see dust.
Must be getting close.
Don't get anxious.
We got a piece
on a good clean k*ll.
Won't be too long before
they get here.
You scout that side,
I'll take this one.
Pull up a bit, you blasted fool.
You're gonna run yourself
all out of wind.
[horses galloping]
Yeah, Roscoe. We're in the lead.
We're in the lead.
[g*ns cocking]
Let's take him down.
What are you stopping for?
Come on, let's go.
- Wait.
- What the hell are you doing?
Come on, mule.
Come on.
Now, Roscoe,
come to me.
You ain't quitting
halfway, boy.
Oh, come on, mule.
They're right behind us.
- Come on..
- Yippee! He's quitting.
Tough luck, kid.
Look at that, Roscoe,
you long-eared idiot.
Come on out of there.
- I'll take him now.
- 'Come on, Roscoe.'
- Wait.
- 'We got a race to win.'
Let the others
get out of sight.
Come on boy.
Come on.
Get on out of here.
[g*nsh*t]
[horse neighs]
I'm gonna make sure
he's dead.
[screams]
[Roscoe braying]
Wyatt, there's two men
dead up there.
Me and Roscoe got to
finish this race.
Shotgun!
I just don't understand
how we missed seeing them.
I do.
We needed a hundred men
for this job.
And we got these two.
We probably didn't hire
any others.
Look, do me a favor,
will you?
See if you can find their horses
and take their bodies to town.
I need to be back in Tombstone
before Shotgun is.
- No telling what he'll do.
- I know what I'd do.
Yeah, so do I.
- Who would you do it to?
- Well, Johnny Behan and Marcy.
They had bets down that Shotgun
wouldn't finish the race.
When he finds out, and he will,
he'll k*ll them both
unless you are fool enough
to try and stop him.
Thanks.
No use turning uphill..
- You sure they bushwhacked him?
- Heard the sh*ts, didn't ya?
Well, somebody's wrong.
Look who's coming.
Come on, boy.
Come on, Roscoe.
[people cheering]
- Get off them mules.
- What's the big idea?
[g*nsh*t]
Now..
Now, who set that ambush
back down there?
What ambush?
You know what ambush
I'm talking about.
I got two men dead
and I got another slug
itching to find a target.
So one of you better
start talking fast.
We-we don't know nothing..
...except that
Marcy and John Behan
were betting you wouldn't
finish the race.
So Marcy and John Behan, was it?
Well, that's good enough for me.
Come on.
Wait up there, Marcy.
Why, Mr. Gibbs.
I was wondering
about the race.
I didn't think it would
be over so soon.
That ain't all you didn't
think either, Marcy.
- Get down off that horse.
- Why, sure. Might as well.
Hey, who won?
'You haven't said a word.'
I won because your K*llers
were sorry sh*ts.
Take off that g*n.
What's the matter
with you, Gibbs?
What K*llers? I don't know
what you're talking about.
Them fellows you hired
to bushwhack me.
That's what K*llers.
Take off that g*n, Marcy.
Why...Shotgun, you know me
better than that.
I didn't hire nobody
to k*ll you.
I just put my mules
in against Roscoe.
You denying you bet I wouldn't
finish this race?
Well, I got to ride the bet
on my own mules, ain't I?
But you didn't bet
on your own mules.
You bet I wouldn't
finish this race
and that's
a mighty difference.
Look, I didn't do
none of it, Gibbs.
Behan just said it was a sure
thing you wouldn't finish.
I just bet on that,
that's all.
So it was John Behan,
was it?
Well, he's next and
I'm gonna k*ll him.
But I'm gonna
whoop you right now.
I'm gonna teach you a lesson.
If you're going to the race,
Johnny, it's too late.
Is the race over?
Who won?
- Don't you know?
- No.
I don't know.
I'm sorry if it didn't
turn out to your liking.
Well, it turned out fine.
Yeah, just fine.
Don't you waste your sympathy
on me, you save it for yourself.
For myself?
You're in a lot
of trouble, Johnny.
What are you getting at?
Your bushwhack didn't work.
Mr. Gibbs is still alive
but two other men are dead.
And if Marcy isn't gone
before Mr. Gibbs finds him
he's gonna be dead too.
What's that got
to do with me?
Well, just that this job was
real important to the ring.
You know, Johnny
there's one thing
about dirty politics.
There's just no excuse when
a man fails to do the job
he's supposed to do.
I dunno what you mean.
I had no job to do.
Well, then you got nothing to
worry about. Have you, sheriff?
Nothing at all.
I got two men dead out there.
But you're happy 'cause
you won your race, ain't you?
Well, I'll tell you one thing.
It's a human enough feeling
but it ain't decent.
- You gonna get that arm fixed?
- Plenty of time for that.
I'm heading for Behan,
move out of the way.
No need to,
I just talked to him.
Talked to him? I ain't
gonna talk to him.
I'm gonna k*ll him.
Why don't you just let his
friends take care of it?
You can get yourself
in trouble by sh**ting.
sh**ting's too good for him.
I'm gonna go in there,
drag him out here
and stomp his head
in the dirt.
Besides, he ain't got
no friends.
Now, wait a minute,
Mr. Gibbs.
Now, the way I figured
he's gonna have an awful time
explaining to that bunch
in Tucson about the fact
that you're still alive.
When they find out that he
isn't as smart as he says he is
well, then they're gonna take
care of him in their own way.
Wyatt, you know, you're
a showing off genius..
...sometimes.
Well, Roscoe boy, looks like
we both done one
something today.
I'm gonna get you
an apple right now.
Mr. Gibbs,
don't you ever learn?
Now, you get
that arm fixed first
and you can stuff
Roscoe with apples
as far as I'm concerned.
Why, you ain't got no regard
for my mule at all.
[Ken Darby singing
"The Legend Of Wyatt Earp"]
♪ 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 live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪