These are mighty fine horses, Mr. Bailey.
They're not bad.
Your price is too high.
Too high? I'm not making a dime on 'em.
Howdy, Marshal.
The name's Jenkins. Tom Jenkins.
Howdy.
Mr. Gibbs, check those horses against your list.
Anything wrong, Mr. Earp?
No, just routine.
I just bought the corral last night.
My first day in business.
Hey, Wyatt.
Two of these horses is from the Bar 'X' strain.
Take a look at that.
Where'd you get these horses?
Uh, couple of men left them for me to sell on commission.
The Bar 'X' reported head rustled this week.
Take Mr. Jenkins in for questioning.
Move along.
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"The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp," starring Hugh O'Brian.
John Behan, Sheriff of Cochise Country,
had long been a thr*at and a danger to Tombstone
because his interests were tied in
with the outlaw empire old man Clanton
had built in the Territory.
Then one day, Behan made the mistake of tangling with Clanton,
his boss and paymaster.
I sent for you last night.
This morning, I sent after you.
I see you got his g*n.
I ain't aching to get sh*t in the back.
What's the idea, Mr. Clanton?
Take him in the parlor.
You boys get on back to work.
Spence, give me the g*n. Wait outside.
Now Johnny...
Mr. Clanton, I...
Mr. Clanton, I've warned you I'm the sheriff,
and I'm not gonna be breaking my neck
riding out here every time you whistle.
You're my sheriff, Johnny.
But you don't own me.
Yes, I do, Johnny.
Mr. Clanton, just because I've done you a few favors
doesn't mean you can push me around.
Got paid, didn't you?
Not enough for the risk I've taken.
Johnny, when I buy a man,
the least he can do is to stay bought.
Now the boys are tired of being rousted around,
arrested by Wyatt Earp.
You do something about it!
If you can't, the boys think you ought to end up
in a bush, nice and dead.
Is that a thr*at?
It's a thought.
Take a day or so to run it though your head.
No longer than that, though.
Earp's caught on to a man
I'm using in Tombstone for a fence,
and I've got make some other arrangements.
But, Mr. Clanton, I've warned you to stay out of Tombstone.
You'll never get set up there.
Earp and his vigilantes are too strong now.
They won't stand for it.
I can handle my own business. You push along.
But you could use Prescott or Tucson or Phoenix to unload.
You don't need Tombstone.
They'll just g*n you down.
Shut up!
Now you just start thinking.
Are you my boy,
or do I have to elect me another sheriff?
Some fellow that don't scare so easy.
But, Mr. Clanton, I'm asking you once again.
Stay out of Tombstone.
Nope.
No!
Now I want to hear from you by noon tomorrow.
All my clocks keep good time.
How about my g*n?
I wouldn't reload it around here.
The boys might misunderstand your motives.
The men who left the horses with me
said they was old customers of James and Larson,
the folks I bought the corral from.
How was I to know they was stolen?
Mr. Jenkins, you came here from Tucson last march.
You bought a half interest in the Birdcage Saloon.
Is that correct?
Well, uh...
Yeah.
And you went back to Tucson.
And suddenly you show up here
as the owner of the O.K. Corral stable.
Your nickname in Tucson is "Snakey."
You're on the payroll of Clanton and the % Ring.
Oh, now hold on a minute, Marshal...
do you deny this report?
We do police work here, Mr. Jenkins.
That means we keep track of men like you.
But that doesn't mean that I'm guilty of rustling horses!
We're not very much interested in the horses.
But we do want to know why Mr. James and Mr. Larson
would sell the O.K. Corral to a man like you.
Ask them.
We can't. They done already left town.
I'm asking you, Mr. Jenkins.
It ain't no crime to buy a livery stable.
Well, well! Snakey Jenkins.
Uh, howdy, Doc.
What's he here for now, Wyatt?
He bought the O.K. Corral.
We caught him selling stolen horses.
You want to waste time with Jenkins?
I bring you a message from Sheriff Behan.
Behan?
Yes.
We're holding him for further questioning.
Lock him up.
I ain't done nothing! I want a lawyer!
- Wyatt...
- shh.
Johnny Behan is scared bug-eyed.
Says he has to see you right away.
Looks like the big thieves are falling out.
He had a fight with Clanton?
Yeah.
Any idea what it's about?
He won't tell me. He wants to talk to you.
Says to meet him at Big Rock, above the pass.
Why there?
He thinks they're watching him.
He doesn't want to be seen talking to you.
This may be your chance to get rid of him, Wyatt.
Maybe.
Meantime, see if your hoodlum friends
know who really bought the O.K. Corral and why.
Earp! Earp!
I didn't think you'd come, Earp.
Holliday wouldn't believe me,
but I'm quitting Clanton. I've got to.
Why?
Because the old man's pushing and crowding me,
and I'm getting in too deep.
You should know this is on the level, Earp.
Why else would I spill to you?
You do seem a mite scared.
Sure I'm scared.
The old man's moving into Tombstone,
and he's out to get rid of you.
Won't be anything new.
Well, I just want to go on record first
that anything Clanton pulls in Tombstone, don't blame me.
I'm through with him.
For how long?
From now on.
You know something, Johnny?
I don't think you can afford to turn honest.
It's not the money, Earp!
You never did understand, but Clanton thinks he owns me.
You aim to quit as sheriff?
Just as soon as I can.
You know, if you weren't so particular,
I could get you elected in my place.
Clanton's coming.
I better get back to Tombstone.
Johnny, do you have any idea
who might be behind the man who bought the O.K. Corral?
I didn't know it had been sold.
Well, it has.
This could be part of Clanton's to move into Tombstone.
Yeah, it could be.
You let me know if you hear anything.
And I hope you can quit, Johnny.
Watch yourself.
Marshal Earp!
Quick! Doc Holliday's robbing the safe!
Doc, what in thunderation are you doing?
He just busted in and slugged Mr. Kemp.
You get Mr. Kemp over in another room.
Fetch Dr. Goodfellow.
Doc, you know you can't do this without a search warrant.
It's a fait accompli, Wyatt.
That's French for "Holliday's done done it."
Take a look at this.
Old man Clanton bought Snakey's interest in the Birdcage,
and Snakey turned around, sold it,
bought the O.K. Corral and stable.
What would Clanton want with a stable?
I don't know. I'll go ask him.
No! You stay away from Clanton.
It's obviously a front for something.
Yeah, especially since you ran Cy Morkham out of town.
Now old man Clanton's got to find himself a new fence
to take care of the silver and gold
he heisted from those Mexican wagon trains.
Yeah, but a livery stable.
Well, maybe we can get some more out of Snakey Jenkins.
Hold on, Wyatt. What did Behan say?
He claims he's quitting Clanton,
gonna resign his job.
He says he wishes he could get me elected sheriff.
Behan going straight?
What a fairytale.
We better work on Jenkins.
Cast-iron gall, sh**ting a prisoner.
If we don't stop 'em fast,
we might as well give them a bill of sale to the whole Territory.
- Clanton?
- Who else?
Well, I ought to have put Snakey in a cell with no window in it.
They'd have gotten him some other way, Mr. Gibbs.
I'll ask Wells Fargo to see if their undercover man in Charleston
can dig up anything.
If Behan thinks he's next,
he might start remembering, Wyatt.
I'm gonna talk to Behan again,
but I'll wait till after dark.
Meantime, you and Mr. Gibbs shake out every saloon in town.
Somebody's gotta know something.
See him yet?
Nope.
What are you doing here?
Watching you.
What for?
The old man trusts you.
Remember?
There he is.
Pete Spence is following. Take care of him.
Hold on, son.
I want to talk to you a spell.
Can't now. I'm busy.
Real busy?
Step inside.
Johnny?
Remember what I asked you about the O.K. Corral?
Old man Clanton really owns it.
His straw man, Snakey Jenkins, was just m*rder*d.
What happened?
We had him in a cell.
They sh*t him through the window.
Clanton's a fool.
I warned him about coming into Tombstone.
You know, Earp, if you nail him once and for all,
I could cut myself loose from him.
Are you sure you want to, Johnny?
I've got to.
He's getting more reckless every day,
and I got to look out for my own hide.
All right, if that's the way you really feel about it,
this is what you can do.
Go on back to Clanton and tell him you're sorry about what happened.
Get him to tell you what the O.K. Corral setup really means.
Well, if I do that, what happens to Clanton?
And what about his top g*ns,
Brocius, Ringo, and the McLaurys?
You get me the information I need,
and I'll try and catch Clanton and the others, too.
But like I said before, watch yourself.
The Wells Fargo undercover man
says that this corral is just a front.
The real depot for the stuff
is the Higgins grain and feed yard in the next street.
Clanton own that, too?
Yeah, through another straw man.
Well, I don't see how that connects up.
The Higgins yard's a block away.
Well, there's an old mine drift
that runs from the Higgins yard
to a shaft under the corral here.
It connects the two places.
Now, Clanton will deliver grain sacks and hay bales
full of the heisted gold and silver to both places.
He'll hide the stuff in the shaft.
I don't like it.
Why?
Johnny Behan. I don't trust him.
I don't trust him, either, Wyatt.
Well, I still think Behan should have one more chance.
Look, we know enough about what Clanton's up to already.
If Behan turns on me, I'll spot every lie.
Let's go take a look at that feed yard.
Hey.
Watch him.
Now you shove that gold in there good and deep.
Mr. Clanton?
Sheriff Behan's outside. Says he has to see you.
All right, Spence, you lend a hand here.
Now you boys get a hustle on.
We're moving into Tombstone tonight.
Uh, Mr. Clanton,
I don't know what got into me yesterday morning.
Bad temper, I guess, but...
Well, anyway, I'm still your boy. I'm back.
I said I'm back. What else do you want me to do?
Nothing... now.
Mr. Clanton, Wyatt Earp knows you own the O.K. Corral.
How'd he find that out?
Holliday grabbed the records in the safe at the Birdcage.
Well, Doc's neck is getting too big for his collar!
What are you gonna do about it, Mr. Clanton?
I'm not telling you, Johnny.
You ride on back to Tombstone.
If I need you for something, I'll send for you.
Little jumpy, aren't you, Johnny?
I thought you were one of the Clantons.
Any luck?
No.
Clanton wouldn't take you back?
Well, that's about all he would do.
They don't trust me now.
No, the great Clanton, m*rder*r and rustler,
he don't trust me.
I'm just dirt.
Well, Johnny, you tried.
What was he doing when you talked to him?
He was in a barn with his men.
They were doing something,
getting ready to move into Tombstone tonight.
- I heard him say so.
- Do you know how?
No, but I'll show him who he's fooling with.
If he tries to move into town,
I'll take my deputies and help you.
- No.
- No?
You stay out of it.
Ah.
You don't trust me either.
Nobody trusts a crooked sheriff, Johnny.
I think you tried to be honest with me today,
but you're not using me to get back at Clanton.
Now you stay out of it.
You're not giving me orders.
Two wagons... oats and hay.
One of them heading for the O.K. Corral,
and the other one for the grain and feed yard.
Anybody see you?
Nope. I was real squirrely.
We'll give them a half an hour to unload.
Then we'll move on the Higgins yard.
Old man Clanton in town?
I ain't seen him.
We'll scatter on patrol,
and we'll all meet at the Higgins yard.
Right here. Get these boxes away.
Come on. Come on now.
Get the horses.
Go on and get the bales.
Get 'em out of the wagon and get 'em in here.
Don't do us any good in the wagon.
Get the stuff down in the mine drift.
I never saw so many men doing nothing for so long.
Will you hurry up?
Now you tell them to stay in that cache
till I send the other boys to spell 'em.
Go on now.
All right. Now get the stuff in here.
This side.
All right now. Up we go.
That's it.
Now this one.
We got to match what we had before
because that Earp is a suspicious guy.
Come on.
It's Wyatt, doc.
No sh**ting.
What if Johnny Behan resists?
Don't worry. He won't resist.
Let's get closer.
Not so fast.
All right! This is Marshal Earp! Come on out!
Look, Wyatt.
Never mind the loot.
Give me a hand with these men.
Which one of you k*lled this one?
Well, I guess I done it, Wyatt.
I mistook the poor fella for Johnny Behan.
Lift 'em, Johnny.
Light the lamp.
Mr. Clanton! Uhh!
Here he is, in the bedroom.
Who done this?
Wyatt Earp.
Take these ropes off, will you!
Earp found my new cache tonight.
Did you tell him?
What cache?
Where?
Boss, you didn't let Johnny in on it.
Remember?
That's right, I didn't.
Well, you should have known what Earp was doing.
You should have warned me.
I tried to warn you.
You tried? Well, trying ain't good enough.
If you want to go on being my sheriff,
you gotta do better than this.
Yes, sir, Mr. Clanton.
Will you take these ropes off!
My wrists are worn raw.
Let him loose.
I'll get the boys together.
And when I do,
I'll find out who tipped my...
don't.
Now what do you think you got on me, Earp?
Trying to move into Tombstone.
Using the O.K. Corral to cache
the gold and silver you stole from the Mexicans.
Now, would I do a thing like that, Marshal?
About $ , worth, and two dead gunslingers.
I got no gunslingers in Tombstone.
And as for $ , ...
$ , in gold and silver?
Ooh! I didn't know there was
that much money in the whole Territory.
Well, then you won't mind if we return it to the legal owners:
Señores Garcia and Hernandez.
If you says, why not?
Well, now seeing that you're so friendly,
suppose we talk about Snakey Jenkins.
Jenkins?
Hmm. I never heard of him.
But still you had him sh*t, huh?
Why, Marshal, you know I wouldn't do a thing like that.
I don't go around having people sh*t I never even heard of.
Do I, boys?
Of course not, boss.
I'll find out which one of your g*ns k*lled him,
and when I do, you'll hear about him,
I promise you that.
A little while tonight,
you thought you had me, didn't you?
Well, you just keep right on trying.
One of these days, you might get lucky.
Providing I don't get lucky first.
Anything else, Sonny?
Yeah, I'm taking you in.
On what charge?
Carrying g*ns in Tombstone.
$ each...and you got a lot of boys in town.
Well, now wait a minute!
I ain't gonna pay for all of 'em!
Oh, I think you will.
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