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05x07 - The Perfidy of Shotgun Gibbs

Posted: 08/04/23 07:30
by bunniefuu
[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

beating 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 shot.

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 ♪