[glass shatters]
Whoa! Whoa! Papa, papa.
Now, cool down.
Oh, shut up.
Count it, Phin.
Count it.
What's a plum mayor
that can't see straight?
Two thousand dollars.
That's for you all boys..
...but you gotta k*ll
Shotgun Gibbs first.
Right here? In Tombstone?
Right here.
I'll tell you his location.
He's over in Pat McGeehan's
livery stable.
Are you sure?
He's in there
currying that mule.
One more thing.
k*ll the mule, too.
We'll get them both, papa.
[indistinct chattering]
[Ken Darby singing
"The Legend of Wyatt Earp"]
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
and long life his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
(male narrator # )
The Life and Legend
of Wyatt Earp
starring
Hugh O'Brian.
(male narrator # )
Wyatt Earp helped John Clum
start the Tombstone Epitaph
because he wanted
an honest newspaper.
His next move was to try
to elect an honest judge.
Wells Spicer lately arrived
from the East
was chosen to run
against Judge Griscom.
And since Griscom was
allied with the Clantons
and with the infamous
Ten Percent Ring
b*ating him at the polls would
not be a political fight
it would be a battle
with fists and g*ns
for which, the term, dirty
politics, was too mild a name.
"Tombstone, two
and a half miles."
Well, Roscoe old boy,
we're finally getting there.
[brays]
There ain't no use in you goin'
and layin' down years like that.
You know we agreed to come on
down here and help Marshal Earp.
[brays loudly]
Yeah, I know, I know. There
ain't no peace in Tombstone
But there was no peace
in Wyoming either.
Why, George, you just behave
yourself and get along there.
Don't...gimme no more
of your trouble now.
Hold on, Roscoe.
Not too close. Roscoe
don't like strangers.
Oh you call that
tenen, Roscoe, friend?
No, friend.
Roscoe's my mule.
My ten-gauge ain't got no name.
He ain't as bad
as he looks, eh?
How'd you like
to earn dollars?
What doin'?
Votin'... times.
Tomorrow.
- Who for?
- Judge Griscom.
Ask him, does he know
how to vote?
Yeah, you just ask me an
insulting question like that
and the four of us
are gonna tangle.
- Four?
- Yeah, me and my mule.
He's better than a strong
man in a ruff and tumble.
Bites, and kicks harder.
Sure, sure. How 'bout it?
You want in on that dollars?
Well...I ain't got no
objection to votin' times
but I ain't even
a resident of Tombstone.
Well, here are
your credentials.
Title to a city lot and a
hotel bill at Nellie Cashman's.
We think of everything,
friend.
Is that so?
But there's one thing
you ain't thought of.
- What's that?
- The dollars.
- How do we know you'll vote?
- That's alright. Never mind.
Here's your dollars.
I'm much obliged
to you.
Let's go, Roscoe.
Man! Man is he greying.
Ha ha ha. Just the
way we like 'em.
[cheering and applause]
I never made a political
speech in my life.
I'm just telling you
medical facts.
Nate Griscom has a heart like
a...Chicken's Gizzard.
[laughing and applause]
It's my personal and
professional opinion..
..that Nate has rocks
where his brain oughta be.
[applause]
Now..
The only other thing
wrong with Griscom is..
...that the sand in
his craw is plain mud.
[applause]
'That's what I think
of Judge Griscom.'
I don't know Wells Spicer, his
opponent professionally, but..
...if Mr. Spicer was
a yellow dog..
...I'd vote for him,
against Griscom.
[applause]
Well, Roscoe, I guess
that's about the best
political speech we ever
did hear, ain't it?
[applause]
Well, that's all I gotta say.
Vote for Spicer!
[cheering and applause]
Shotgun!
Hello, Wyatt.
- Shotgun, good to see ya.
- Aw, it's good to see you.
Roscoe. Roscoe,
how are you?
- Best mule in the whole world.
- Mind if I kiss him?
I sure mind. I don't figure
it'd be too manly either of you.
Won't kiss you,
but it's good to see you.
Aw, it's good
to see you, Wyatt.
Listen, you got a office around
here so we can talk spell?
Inside. Come on.
Well, that's about it,
Wyatt.
I took a bribe to vote
times for a man
whose heart looks like
a chicken's gizzard.
I guess I better go
look up them scounds
and give 'em their
dollars back.
No, sir.
How's that?
Mr. Gibbs there are
precincts in this town.
I want you
to take that money.
I want you to vote for
Judge Griscom in each
of those precincts
just like they want you to.
Just hold on, boy.
You ain't changed, have you?
Well...little.
See, Tombstone's a lot rougher
town than Dodge city.
I'm up against a sizeable
crowd of outlaws here.
- Them Clantons?
- Mh-hmm.
I told Roscoe that when I
heard you pinned on a star.
Speakin' of stars,
where's mine?
It comes after
the election.
We're trying to get a crook
off the Judge's bench.
Why do you need me
to go down there
and vote times
for Griscom for?
They're gonna play rough,
we're gonna have to play rough.
I wanna try and catch
Clanton and Judge Griscom
in a...election fraud.
You hang on to that phoney
title and the hotel bill
we'll need 'em later.
Oh, I get it. I'm gonna be
your stooge, is that it?
I hope it works out
that way.
That really
won't be illegal.
I'm swearin' you in
as a special deputy.
What about Roscoe?
He had his supper?
That mule can wait.
I ain't had my supper.
Mr. Gibbs...big battle
starts tomorrow
and I don't want you
to be a marked man, yet.
You're goin' out the back door
to Nellie Cashman's hotel.
I'll take Roscoe on over
to the stable.
I told that mule, I said
Wyatt's gonna be
in trouble I said.
Well, that's alright.
Trouble's better
than peace.
'Cause it still proves to me
you're your own man.
Doctor Goodfellow,
even Ms. Cashman, Mr. Gird
you know this town and the
miners lot better than I do.
If you think challenging illegal
voters at the polls is better
then I'm all for it.
But I think the best
strategy might be..
...let Clanton, Griscom think
that they're stealing
the election and then
get 'em for it.
Wyatt. Excuse me, but..
Spicer isn't here,
you don't suppose
he's been bushwhacked,
do you?
I'll let Doctor Goodfellow
tell you about that.
Well, Spicer has...ethics.
He wouldn't bake boots
for a judicial office.
Oh, I see.
Yeah, he's a good man.
Well, I just hope
that you and Spicer
know what you're
doing, Wyatt.
I won't order my miners
how to vote, you know.
I think Wyatt's right
but I think we oughta
put the matter
of tactics to a vote.
Alright.
Let's have a vote.
All those in favor of watching
the polls, raise your hands.
All those in favor of
Marshal Earp's plan..
- Aye.
- Aye.
It's unanimous.
We'll let the Clantons
stuff the ballot boxes.
Since Ms. Nellie Cashman
is our election clerk
she'll have possession
of the boxes.
There's one other thing,
Doctor Goodfellow.
The election judges,
they...should know
every person that's
entitled to vote.
Now, who're the judges.
Well...Mr. Gird and me.
That's fair enough.
Then, gentlemen I move
that we adjourn.
- Goodnight, Wyatt.
- Thank you very much.
- Goodnight, Ms. Nellie.
- Goodnight.
Wyatt, you know those
Clantons aren't gonna let us
count those ballots
without a row?
Well, Doctor Holliday
and Mr. Gibbs and I
we've kinda thought
about that.
Excuse me, uh, Roscoe's done
already eatin'...I ain't.
Oh! I'm sorry Mr. Gibbs.
Wyatt you take him
in the dining room and
I'll go roust out the cook.
Thank you, ma'am.
Sure is a nice lady,
ain't she?
Yup, she sure is.
Even the outlaws
trust her.
Oh, Mr. Clanton sir.
Welcome to The Nugget office.
Good evening. How many votes
we need for Judge Griscom?
Well, I'd say, uh,
extra would do it.
Five hundred!
Yes sir, Mr. Clanton,
to be real safe.
Alright. .
Would you like to see
the editorial I'm running?
No. No, I'm too busy.
Alright sons,
let's get at it.
Wyatt. Ready
to go to press
Ah, so is The Nugget.
Did you write that piece
we were talking about?
'There it is.'
Yeah, this is fine.
The people need to be warned
about election fraud.
It is a felony.
Well, I don't think that'll
stop the Clantons, Wyatt.
You think we stand a chance?
This time, yes.
Old man Clanton, he's used to
stealing elections in Tombstone.
He'll be careless.
I think you and Fred White
should have some more deputies.
Shotgun Gibbs is a fine deputy.
If I can just talk
Doctor Holliday into
helpin' us,
we'll be alright.
I wonder if you're right
about not havin'
a deputy at each polling place.
Mr. Clum, you know elections.
Just because an election
is stolen doesn't mean
it has to stay stolen.
I know. You know,
you're right, Wyatt.
Well, I kinda think we just
squish them in the dark.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight, John.
[ominous music]
Here's Judge Griscom's
court orders appointing
ten of you, election judges.
One to a polling place.
When'll the rest of
them be here, papa?
I told 'em to drift in
or at once.
- You, Phin.
- Yes, papa.
Keep an eye on Earp and see he
don't come snoopin' around.
He better not.
You go with Phin.
He might need help.
[indistinct chatter]
[ominous music]
Hello. I, uh, am
Circuit Judge Griscom.
Why, sure, Judge.
How many ballots you want?
- Just one, young man.
- Only one?
How's the election
going Judge?
The people
will speak, sir.
I, uh, hope you
voted for yourself.
That, sir,
is impertinent.
Good day.
That old hypocrite.
He already voted twice
before this.
There you go, Doc.
You doin' fine now.
Just one more great
big gulp of coffee.
- Go on, drink it up.
- Yeah.
Ow! No, sir.
No, sir. I'll show
you how to wake a man.
But Doc, I need you.
There can be trouble
as soon as the polls close.
- What's the fighting all about?
- Well--
Never mind, never mind.
Don't tell me.
I'm practically ready.
Let's go find
the sh**t match.
[mellow music]
Thank you, boys.
Well, this is
the last one, Ms. Nellie.
Thanks, sir.
- Be glad when this is over.
- Me too.
Count doesn't start
until after supper, you know?
Look, maybe you
better get Wyatt Earp.
Oh, shucks, Ms. Nellie.
Nobody is gonna come in here.
- And bother these ballot box--
- Hi.
Alright, boys, pick 'em up.
You see, it was easy judge.
Just put a couple on the table.
Rest of 'em on the floor.
Now, you just appoint me
as special ballot counter.
- Along with Tim Riley there.
- Didn't Earp try to stop you.
We never saw hide nor hair
of Earp, judge.
The coward has found himself
a place to hide in.
Oh, hot sh*t.
Now, stations everybody.
You two stay here, we got a lot
of votes to count. Get at it.
Right.
Mr. Fred, you stay here.
Doc, you go up the backstairs.
Shotgun and I will take
the fire ladder to the roof.
Check your vests.
Allow us exactly five minutes
to get to Clanton's window.
Doc, you're wrapping
the whole door. Be at a ruckus.
That'll be our signal.
And if there is a guard
on the second floor?
Take him if Clanton
wouldn't let you in.
We'll open the door for him
and we get inside.
What about them guards
downstairs?
Have to worry about them after
we throw down the ballot boxes.
And don't try to catch 'em
we'll stroll 'em in the wagon.
- You got 'em all opened boys?
- Yeah.
Ow, there's too many to count.
We just make a rough estimate.
Now, wouldn't it look better
if we had an accurate count?
Why you care how it looks?
Clum's paper say
we stole election anyhow.
See I figure about ballots
for Griscom.
And maybe, that's enough
for Spicer in his precinct.
[door knocking]
- Who is it?
- 'Doc Holliday.'
Well, this ain't
no poker game, Doc. Go away.
(Doc)
'Let me in.
I wanna talk to you.'
Go on. Get away, I'm busy.
[door knocking]
Open up this door.
You can't lock in to my face.
Hold it, Doc. I told you
the old man didn't want--
[g*nsh*t]
Open the door.
[glass shattering]
Drop 'em.
Let Doc in. I don't
want anymore sh**t'.
This won't work, Earp.
I got good boys downstairs.
It will work.
Over against the door.
Not a step, we don't.
Mr. Gibbs.
You wanna stand up alive
or be propped up dead?
You watch him, Doc. We'll take
care of the ballot boxes.
[door knocking]
(male # )
'Mr. Clanton. You're alright?'
[door knocking]
'Mr. Clanton.
Can we sh**t in the door.'
No! Get away we're
standing right against it.
[loud thud]
Spicer. Spicer.
Griscom. Spicer.
You know, Wyatt and Mr. Gibbs
should be back by now.
Well, they're taking old man
Clanton and Griscom to jail.
Small Spicer is the man
who ought to be here.
He'll be arriving
any minute now.
That finished checking these
ballots against the vote list.
Griscom. Spicer.
Court arise.
Second court, Pima county.
Now in session.
Judge Spicer presiding.
Marshall, bring
in the prisoners.
Yes, sir.
- Bring him in.
- Alright, boys march right in.
Mr. Clanton. You take
off your hat, sir.
- Sit down.
- What're the charges, Marshall?
Elections fraud, your Honor.
Mr. Clanton and his sons,
stole the ballot boxes.
Or their hired hand,
stole it.
And I caught Mr. Clanton and
Judge Griscom
counting fraudulent ballots.
- If the court, please.
- Yes.
My clients plead not guilty and
asked to be admitted to bail.
Bail will be $ , each.
I ain't paying it. This big
galoot voted times himself.
You ain't arresting him.
- That true, Marshall?
- Yes, sir. It's true.
Mr. Gibbs voted times.
And I have here the bribe money.
'A phoney credential he accepted
from the Clanton cowboys.'
Mr. Gibbs, was acting under my
orders, as a special deputy.
I see.
Mr. Clanton, you'll pay
the bond ordered by the court.
- Or go to jail
- For how long?
It may take three or
four months for the prosecution
to prepare its case against you.
Three or four months?
(male # )
'If the bonds will
be posted, your honor.'
- Today.
- Well, yes, of course, today.
Good. Marshall, take
these men to jail until
that bond is posted
with this court.
- Why you pasted face--
- Please, Mr. Clanton.
- That won't do any good.
- Marshall, if you please.
Always a pleasure, your honor.
Mr. Clanton.
Court is dismissed.
This is a new day
for Tombstone, Mr. Gerd.
Never thought,
I'd lived to see it.
Too soon to celebrate.
[mellow music]
The stable
will water Roscoe.
I always tell Roscoe,
goodnight, Wyatt.
- You run along to Ms. Nellie.
- I can't do that.
You're a marked man.
Took $ and some
very important papers
from the Clantons remember.
Think they had bush
wagged me right here
in the middle of town,
do you?
Still that town.
[dramatic music]
[glass shatters]
Oh, papa, papa, now cool down.
Oh, shut up.
Count it, Finn. Count it!
Once I found a man
who can't see straight.
- Got $ .
- That's for you all boys.
But you got to k*ll
Shotgun Gibbs first.
- Right here in Tombstone.
- Right here.
I'll tell you where he is,
he's over in that livery stable.
- Are you sure?
- He is in there.
Curryin' that mule.
One more thing.
- k*ll the mule too.
- We'll get 'em both, papa.
[overlapping chatter]
[mule braying]
Now, that ought
to make Roscoe, real happy.
Now, let's move.
There are setups in there.
Sure is jumpy tonight.
Here hold these.
Get little more hay for Roscoe
and will be right with you.
- Let's get 'em now.
- Wait till they come out.
- C'mon, let's go.
- Alright, alright.
[g*nsh*t]
You fool, now we
have to smoke 'em out.
Alright. C'mon,
let's get 'em.
Save your fire, kick out some
balls and run for it.
- I ain't no runnin'.
- No place to make a fight.
I ain't no leavin', Roscoe.
[g*nshots]
Get back.
[g*nshots continue]
Hold it.
They'll come out of there
or burn alive.
Don't make a move any of you.
Alright, drop your g*ns.
Put up your hands.
You too, c'mon.
'Pick up these men and take 'em
over to Doctor Goodfellow's.'
- This one's dead.
- Take the others. Now move.
[g*nshots]
Listen to me. You cowards.
This is my town.
This is still my town.
And no Yankee corporate f*g's
gonna take Tombstone from me.
I'll live to bury Clum and Earp.
And Spicer and any other skunk,
what gets in my way.
[g*nsh*t]
Did you hear me?
Won't we take him back
to the lock up, judge?
Naturally, no bond this time.
He goes to jail for days.
[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 life his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪