The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp

Doc, good.

Who is it?

Poor Burke Simpson, rest his soul.

There was no need to bother you, Marshal.

My friend died of natural causes.

What natural causes?

Too much liquor and a weak heart, I'm afraid.

Probably.

Over here.

Acute alcoholism with congestive heart failure.

It should give you something to think about, Holliday.

Yeah.

I feel sorry for his daughter.

The girl will take it hard.

What with her approaching marriage and all.

Mr. Mackey, will you go on over to the jail,

tell Mr. Gibbs to find Miss Leone Simpson?

She'll have to take over things.

Yes, sir.

Doc, come here.

Take a look at his neck.

What do you make of it?

Do you mean that puncture?

Looks like a needle mark, doesn't it?

Sure does.

Well, what does that mean?

That Mackey's theory was wrong.

He didn't die of drink.

He was murdered.

The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp starring Hugh O'Brian.

In the Tombstone, Arizona of 1881,

murder was not one of the subtle arts.

The usual murder victim

was either shot or stabbed in the back.

But Tombstone had one killer

who devised a different technique,

and it was up to Marshal Earp

to catch this wily criminal

before he himself became a victim.

You, uhh...

you think that old man Simpson was poisoned?

If you want to poison a man,

you don't have to use a needle.

Then what was the needle for?

He put air into an artery or a vein with it.

That's what Dr. Goodfellow says.

What would that do?

Well, the victim was dead in about one minute.

Doctor, your postmortem show anything?

Yes.

My theory was right.

The air bubble caused a block in circulation and death.

I wonder why the murderer chose

such a complicated way.

To fool Wyatt into thinking the death was a natural one.

Well, whoever it was went to an awful lot of trouble for nothing.

He's already made his first mistake.

He'll make another.

That's right. They generally do.

Do you have anything to go on, Wyatt?

Just that...Mr. Simpson

didn't care for the young man

that was courting his daughter.

Well, it's a lead, for what it's worth.

Miss Simpson, I'm sorry about your father.

We'll do everything we can to help.

Thank you.

Do you feel well enough to answer a few questions?

Yes, sir.

Won't you sit down?

I understand you're engaged to...

Mr. Hal Babcock,

the foreman of the Bonanza mine.

Did your...father like him?

No.

But Hal understood.

Papa wasn't himself.

He was drinking a lot, you know?

Did your father ever threaten him?

Please, Marshal.

I can't talk any more now.

All right.

Come on, I'll have Mr. Gibbs take you home.

I don't understand this, Marshal.

You act like old man Simpson was murdered.

He was.

And you think I killed him?

Mr. Babcock, we're investigating his death.

Let's take a look inside, shall we?

Doc.

Well, if you'll tell me what you're looking for, I'll help you find it.

I don't own a gun.

There's a knife in that drawer.

There's an ax over here.

There's some rope outside.

Doc.

It's been cleaned with alcohol.

Where'd you get it?

Why, I never saw that thing before.

Then how did it get in your trunk?

Well, I don't know. It's not mine.

Wait a minute.

Has that got something to do with Mr. Simpson's death?

Where were you last night, Mr. Babcock?

I don't have to tell you that.

I said where were you?

I don't have to tell you anything, and I won't.

All right. Then you're under arrest.

You know, Doc, I think we got the wrong man.

Hal Babcock couldn't find an artery

with a hard rock drill.

You're right, Deacon.

Now tell me why he doesn't give himself an alibi?

I think we'd better go ask Miss Leone some more questions.

Let me do the asking. I'm not as chivalrous as you are.

Miss Leone,

do you know you have quite a reputation in Tombstone?

I do?

Mm-hmm.

What do you mean?

In the last year you've had more dates

and men calling on you

than any three women in the county.

Oh.

I suppose I have.

Now, there are quite a few theories about your popularity.

Perhaps you have one of your own?

What are you trying to say, Dr. Holliday?

That people gossip about you.

You mean they think I'm bad?

Are they wrong?

They most certainly are, and so are you.

Now will you please get out of my house?

I'm sorry, Miss Leone.

I'm sure that Doc didn't mean any offense.

Well, I'm sure he did.

I have nothing more to say, Marshal.

That isn't going to help Babcock much.

Help him?

Mr., uhh...Babcock isn't being too cooperative.

He won't tell us where he was last night.

Last night...

you mean you think he killed my father?

Can you tell us where he was?

He was with me.

Now why didn't he tell us that?

I don't know.

Miss Leone...

who were the other men before you became engaged?

Ease off, Doc.

Miss Leone, I think you need some rest.

You've been under quite a strain.

We'll leave you now.

Thank you.

Good-bye.

Doc.

Mr. Gibbs, bring Mr. Babcock out.

Yes, sir.

Doc...

you find out who bought this hypodermic.

Check with Dr. Goodfellow and the drugstore.

What about that girl?

You stay away from her.

I'll handle it my own way.

Mr. Babcock,

I'm not gonna hold you any longer,

but I hope that you'll answer me one question

before you go.

Well, that depends on what it is.

I want to know the names of the other men

who courted Miss Leone Simpson.

I can't answer that, Marshal.

Why not?

Let's say I have plans.

What kind of plans?

I might even solve the murder for you.

Oh.

Somebody put that hypodermic needle

in my trunk, figuring you'd find it and arrest me.

You realize, don't you, that whoever killed Mr. Simpson

is very dangerous?

I'll be real careful.

Mr. Babcock.

At least you've been warned.

Thank you.

Follow him.

Well, he's a real sure enough smart Alec.

He's gonna solve the murder for you.

His first logical move would be to...

go after the man he thinks framed him.

Gonna get hisself killed, too.

He ain't even got a gun.

He can buy one.

You keep after him.

Too bad about old man Simpson.

I understand he got some bad liquor.

Yeah.

Well, he didn't get it in here.

Gibbons, I want you.

Turn around.