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(Harris Claibourne) Tombstone, Arizona Territory,

May 10, 1885.

The trial of Winnie Joe was in its last day.

All that was lacking was the verdict.

Never took me this long to tell a man I was grudging against him.

I'd like to think the jury's on your side, Winnie Joe.

I'm a wolfer.

I never knew a man who killed wolves for a living that wasn't grudged against.

[Door opens]

Man, over there.

The Beaumont brothers.

Hims the one.

He fixed this whole thing up against me.

Can you prove it?

I know it. I know it! Now ain't that enough?

I'm afraid not.

Look at 'em.

Look at 'em!

They want me to be convicted.

Them and everybody else.

Winnie Joe, you're getting your trial.

Yeah, that's because you offered to be my lawyer.

I'll bet he knows.

Nobody listens to what he knows.

His lawyer listens.

Yeah.

I reckon he does.

Well, then he must know, too.

Winnie Joe musta told him.

Losin' lawyer and a convicted man.

Who's gonna listen to them?

Yeah, but suppose.

Just suppose he isn't convicted.

Nobody listens to dead men either.

Not even in Tombstone.

(Claibourne) An actual account from the pages of my newspaper,

the Tombstone Epitaph.

This is the way it happened

in the town too tough to die.

(Announcer) Tombstone Territory.

(Claibourne) Since the issue was still in doubt, I set up two headlines:

"Westerby Innocent,"

"Westerby Guilty."

A man who deals in death is bound to be disliked, Clay,

even when he only kills wolves.

Well, killin' wolves is one thing, but

poisoning 400 head of cattle?

Do you really believe Winnie Joe did that?

I don't wanna believe it, no.

But it was his poison that killed 'em.

That wolf bait he uses.

What would he gain by it?

There's no sense, no reason, no motive at all.

I think you're sounding like Winnie Joe's lawyer.

Clay, Mr. Claibourne, Frank won his case.

Winnie Joe's innocent. He's free!

Well, you know, I always did favor this one.

[Gunshots]

(Claibourne) The afternoon of May 11, 1885.

Hello, Frank.

I'm conferring with a client, Sheriff.

Yeah, so your wife told me.

I need your help.

I'm sorry, Clay. I'm a real estate lawyer now.

I establish legal claims to property in Boot Hill.

Frank,

you knew Winnie Joe better than anybody in Tombstone.

Nobody else would bother.

Well, somebody bothered enough to put three bullets in his back.

Why?

I wish I knew.

Do you?

Well, maybe he knew something that he shouldn't have.

Something about, uh,

poisoned cattle?

Maybe so.

And maybe he passed that information on to you?

And that would put me in danger.

–Is that what you're trying to say? –That's right.

Well, I don't know.

Gimme some time to think about it, will you, Sheriff?

I'm still pretty upset.

Wait a minute, Frank.

Look, that killer isn't gonna give you much time to think.

If Winnie Joe told you anything important...

I don't know what's important to that killer.

Winnie Joe told me many things.

Well, he must have mentioned some names.

He probably did.

And a lot of innocent people, too.

If I started naming names,

I'd make the innocent ones into suspects.

And it might save your life.

What about their life?

All right.

But you better leave Tombstone for your own sake.

Boot Hill's gettin' overcrowded.

I'll think about it.

I-I-I can't name names.

I just can't

play grab-bag with personal reputations.

[Cocks gun]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

I heard the shootin', Sheriff. Who got it?

Frank Calloway.

Oh. He draw on you?

No, he was shot from ambush. Gimme a hand, will you?

–Ain't quite dead, is he? –No, not yet.

Listen, never mind those gloves.

Put some pressure on here. The side.

Never figured Frank for enemies. Did you, Sheriff?

I do now.

Well, reckon one of us oughta tell his wife. I'm goin' that way...

I'll take care of that as soon as I get him to Doc Cunningham.

Now help me get him on the horse.

My husband's been hurt, Clay Hollister. You've no right to keep me here.

If you'll just hold your temper...

–You let me by! Let me by! –Now wait a minute!

Your husband is safe. He's over at the doctor's office.

–He's out of danger. –He's hurt! He needs me!

He needs you most right here.

I want to see Frank!

[Sighs]

–Oh! –All right now, Libby!

–You're gonna listen! –I will not!

Yes, you will!

There's a stage leavin' for Tucson in exactly one hour.

That'll give you time enough to pack and...

–Tucson? –That's right.

And meet Frank down at the stage depot.

Our home is right here in Tombstone.

Frank's home is gonna be in Boot Hill unless you leave.

Well, then why don't you start protecting him, Sheriff?

–I'm tryin' to! –How? By sending us to Tucson?

–Why don't you just send everybody to Tucson? –Libby...

Then you can hand Tombstone to all the killers and outlaws you can't handle.

–Libby! –You let me away.

I'm gonna go see Frank.

Look, Libby, you've gotta understand.

Frank is safe over in the doctor's office, but the minute he sets foot on the street, bingo!

It's your job to protect him.

It takes time! I'll get the killer, but I don't want to use Frank as bait.

–Bait? –That's right.

You gotta help me keep Frank alive.

[Sighs]

Well, I...

I guess I better start packing, huh?

I'll get your tickets.

Round trip.

–Can I join the party? –No.

This time I wanna make sure it's gonna be right.

Sure, when there's a killing to do, it's my problem.

If you'd finished Calloway, this wouldn't be necessary.

You really think it's gonna keep him quiet?

It'll help.

[Knocking]

Just a moment.

Mrs. Calloway, I've got a message for your husband.

What kind of a message?

What do you think you're doing?

[Screams]

Hey!

You got room for a couple more passengers?

Sure thing, Sheriff.

Gotta be special nice to people from now on.

It's a new policy.

[Chuckles] New for me.

I may be lookin' for another job real soon.

Some talk about the railroad comin' down this way.

Oh? I hadn't heard that.

–When's it due to happen? –Might not be long.

There's some land buyin' out west of town.

Who's the passengers?

Huh?

Who's the passengers?

Uh, Calloways, Mr. and Mrs. They're goin' to Tucson.

–I'll be mighty nice to 'em. –Yeah.

Good morning, Harris.

Morning, Clay.

Say, how's Frank Calloway?

Oh, it's just a should wound. He's gonna be all right.

What's this I hear about a railroad comin' in?

Yeah. Great thing for town.

I've got a map of the proposed route.

–Heard about it this morning. –Yes.

A lot of people just heard about it this morning,

including the man who's supposed to know all and tell all.

I imagine the railroad's been tryin' to keep it quiet

till they can buy up the right-of-way they need.

The roadbed is gonna skirt the town to the north,

in this area here.

Well, I thought that was private property.

It was.

From what I understand, they've bought this piece on the left.

–Mm-hm. –And this strip over here on the far right.

–Well, somebody musta made a killing. –Yeah.

The Beaumonts, Ben and Cliff, wouldn't you know?

[Chuckles]

This, uh, this grazing area right in the middle...

It's where the cattle were poisoned.

Mm-hm, Eddie Cogin's land.

Great terrain for a roadbed.

Railroads pay the limit for flat land like that.

Well, he could use the money after losin' those cattle.

Does he know about this?

I don't know, but he will.

The Epitaph will have it today.

That's funny.

The railroad should buy the Beaumont land and not Cogin's.

Wonder why.

Can I borrow this?

All yours.

–Oh, Clay! –Hello, Harris.

Look, I've just found out about that railroad land.

You were wrong about it.

Well, it happens, even to me.

Eddie Cogon doesn't own it.

He leases it from the Beaumonts.

Leases it?

That's right. A good, long lease.

Too long for Cliff and Ben.

Well, I'm afraid I don't follow you.

Well, look:

the railroad wants that land real bad, right?

The Beaumonts stand to make a fortune if they can sell it,

but they can't sell it so long as Cogin has any claim to it.

–Well, they can buy him out of his lease. –Or...

force him out.

There was one thing you were right about, Harris.

Winnie Joe didn't have any reason to poison those cattle.

The Beaumonts had every reason in the world.

You don't know that.

(Claibourne) You need evidence.

I'll get it.

How?

Well, I don't know right off.

First thing I gotta do is get the Calloways out of the shootin' gallery.

[Knocking]

Libby!

Who was it? Tell me.

Clay, I don't know.

I don't know.

It's all right now. It's all over.

They said it was a warning for Frank.

I don't understand it.

I don't know what he means.

I think I do.

Clay, we'll go to Tucson like you say.

Frank and I, we'll go.

You might not have to now.

This glove, where'd it come from?

It's a man's glove.

Yeah, I know.

The one who was here, he must have left it here.

I guess I put up a better fight than I thought.

Sure looks like it. Come on.

–Let's get you to the doctor. –Oh, no, Clay. I'm all right.

I just... Oh!

Clay, I'm all right. Thank you.

–I'm not so sure of that. –Yes, I am really.

Do you think you're well enough to make a positive identification?

Oh, Clay...

Clay, don't ask me to do that. Please, don't.

Don't ask me any questions about this man.

Frank'll be killed if I...

I... [Sobbing]

(Claibourne) The afternoon of May 13, 1885.

What took you so long?

Had to get my face fixed up.

That dame, she's a wildcat. Look what she did to me.

Yeah, what'd you do to her?

Don't like scratches on my face.

Never mind your face, how is she?

Scared silly.

She'll make sure that her husband keeps his mouth shut.

Come on.

Hold it, Ben.

What happened to your face?

You, uh, cut yourself shaving?

Yeah, I, uh...

My hand slipped.

That was kinda clumsy of you.

Were you wearing gloves?

Now, Clay, you know you don't wear gloves shavin'.

I thought maybe you might.

That ain't Ben's glove.

No, no, of course it isn't.

This glove belongs to the man that ransacked the Calloway house

and beat up Mrs. Calloway.

A real gentleman.

I don't know what you're talkin' about.

(Hollister) Try it on.

–Try it on. –Don't do it, Ben.

You tryin' to accuse me of somethin', Hollister?

Well, if the glove fits, yes.

If not, I'll offer you a public apology.

You better try it on.

[Gunshot]

Hold it!

Hold it. That's far enough.

[Uncocks pistol]

Now,

pick up your brother's glove.

Gonna need it for evidence.

This is the same cell Winnie Joe used.

I thought you'd like to know.

How's my brother?

He's dead.

Look, Sheriff... [Cocks pistol]

It was Ben's idea fixing those charges.

He thought Winnie Joe would be convicted for sure.

Well, he wasn't.

He had a pretty good lawyer.

You're gonna need a better one.

(Claibourne) May 14, 1885.

There was another fresh grave on Boot Hill

for Ben Beaumont.

"The prisoner, Clifford Beaumont, age 34,"

"is charged with the murder of Winnie Joe Westerby,"

"...the attempted murder of Frank Calloway,"

"...and the poisoning of more than 400 head of cattle."

What's the matter?

Oh, I don't know.

I could've prevented this whole mess. Do you know that?

How?

Winnie Joe insisted that the Beaumonts were mixed up in his case, but I wouldn't listen to him.

I didn't even tell Clay about it.

Well, why not?

Principles.

I was afraid of accusing innocent people.

Frank, where are you going?

I'm going to take a walk.

Give my principles an airing.

You want anything, honey?

Yes: you.

And your principles.

(Claibourne) The afternoon of May 14.

Howdy, Mr. Calloway.

Well, hello, Hank.

This here Beaumont fellow...

All the complaints they got against him,

they're gonna have to hang him with a half a dozen ropes.

He's only got one neck.

But they will hang him.

I hear they can't even get nobody to defend him.

Serves him right.

Plannin' your own private massacre, Frank?

Clay,

who's defending Cliff Beaumont?

–Defending him? –His lawyer, who is it?

Oh, I don't know yet.

I don't think anybody in town wants anything to do with him.

Hasn't anybody been appointed yet?

No.

No good lawyer would want to sit in the same cell with him.

I'll take his case.

[Laughing]

Yeah, you two would make a fine pair.

No, I mean it, Clay.

I want to defend him.

Let's go over to my office, fight this out in private.

This is the gun that shot you, Frank.

You, Winnie Joe,

and the devil knows how many other people.

Mm-hm. Did he confess to those shootings?

Well, that's not the point.

No, it's the point. Did he confess?

Well, no. Not yet, but there's no doubt.

Well, then why bother with the trial?

–What? –No, I mean it, Clay.

If everybody's convinced that Cliff Beamont's guilty,

why don't we just walk into his cell right now and kill him?

Now you're talkin' foolish.

No, I'm not.

A trial now would be just a waste of time and money.

So why bother?

Well, you know better than I.

It's the law.

Exactly.

And the law demands a trial.

And the law says that man's innocent until proven guilty.

And the law says that every man rich or poor, bad or good,

is entitled to his day in court.

Here.

–Where are you goin'? –I'm to see my client.

Not a chance.

Look, Clay,

Winnie Joe Westerby...

...was a useless old man.

The only things he could do well was

lie, hate, and poison wolves.

Now, he was accused of somethin' he didn't commit,

but if he hadn't had a trial, a fair trial,

we never would've known he was innocent.

Well, Cliff Beamont isn't Winnie Joe.

He's the guy that put that bullet in your shoulder, remember?

(Hollister) And he stood by while his brother beat your wife.

Sure, I remember.

And I hope he hangs for it.

But if we have to cheat the law to punish men like Cliff Beaumont,

we just... we just better change our ways, that's all.

Now, please, Clay, let me have a private...

I'm not gonna let you in there alone with him.

Somebody's bound to get hurt.

Only if somebody gets outta line.

A prisoner has a right to a private conference with his attorney.

All right, Frank.

Hello, Cliff.

What's he doin' here?

Let him tell you. I can't.

If you, uh, you want anything, I'll be in the office.

All right, Calloway, what's this all about?

Well, you needed a lawyer and nobody else wanted the job,

so I volunteered.

You volunteered?

Why?

I don't think you'd understand.

Oh, yeah.

You'd hock your degree to lose this case, wouldn't you?

No, on the contrary, Beaumont.

If I could win your case,

I'd be considered the biggest attorney in the West.

Now look, you just settle down and we'll start discussing everything.

Now there are certain things that I think I must demand.

You ain't takin' any chances, are you, carryin' that gun?

That's right, Beaumont.

In my considered opinion, I considered you the...

...the lowest form of human life.

But I learned in law school that any human being, even one like you,

deserves a break in court.

Now if you'll just settle down and stop makin' things a little difficult...

[Groans]

I guess you asked for this.

Clay!

(Calloway) Clay!

I can't talk to my client in this condition.

No, I guess you can't. Are you all right?

Oh, I feel better than I've felt in days.

Oh, he, uh, made a grab for my gun.

Yeah.

You know, if I'd known you had that, I'd have never let you back here.

Well, now nobody could've gotten hurt. That gun isn't loaded.

[Chuckles]

All right, Counsellor, you've had your moment. Conference over?

No, no, no, no. Here, help me get my client up off the floor.

He's entitled to some rights, you know.

Clay,

this doesn't change anything.

Come on, boy.

Good luck on your case.

I sure hope you lose.

♪ Whistle me up a memory ♪

♪ Whistle me back where I wanna be ♪

♪ Whistle a tune that'll carry me ♪

♪ to Tombstone Territory ♪

♪ If your past has run afoul of the law ♪

♪ It's a handy place to be ♪

♪ 'Cause your future's just as good as your draw ♪

♪ in Tombstone Territory ♪

♪ Whistle me up a memory ♪

♪ Whistle me back where I wanna be ♪

♪ Whistle a tune that'll carry me ♪

♪ to Tombstone Territory ♪