- Is the old man home?
- Yep, he's
in the house.
- I'm Dodie Jones
from Tucson.
- All right, you've been
here before. Go on in.
- You must've heard what he
did to me in Tombstone!
Knocked most of
my teeth out.
Cost me weeks
getting 'em fixed.
- Too bad!
- However, this is more
than a personal matter.
News of conditions
in Tombstone
has reached Washington.
- Boil it down to plain
language, will you, Dodie?
- In plain language, it means
there'll be a new governor.
Carpetbaggers
running things.
Unless we get
rid of Earp.
- Yankees bossin' us around?
- Speeches in the
Senate already!
They're calling
us hooligans.
- Well now, that's bad talk.
I don't like it!
- Something has got to be done.
You've got to get rid of Earp.
- k*lled?
Well...
- There's no other
solution, Mr. Clanton.
Earp has stirred up
the Wells Fargo,
Safety Committee
and Clum's paper.
You've got to
get rid of him!
- Shut up!
I'm studyin' this.
Tombstone...
No, that's no good.
- With all your men--
- I wouldn't take my
boys into town for this!
All them Tombstoners
fightin' behind adobe walls.
- I hadn't
thought of them.
- Well, Earp is honest
and he's brave!
You can't buy him,
you can't scare him!
Ah, it's too bad.
He'll have to be
k*lled, all right.
- How? When?
- That's my business!
It ain't a job
I relish, exactly.
I won't talk
no more about it.
♪♪ Oh, Wyatt Earp
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪♪
- Wyatt Earp stayed alive
in Wichita, Dodge City
and Tombstone
because he was
more intelligent
than the gunslingers, outlaws
and hoodlums who hated him.
But when Marshal Earp became
an intolerable menace
to the Clantons and
the % ring in Tucson,
the time had finally
come to k*ll him.
- Wyatt, this
comes straight
from our undercover
man at Charleston!
- They heard
a drunk talkin'?
- That's right!
Old Man Clanton's rounding
up all his top g*ns.
There's a powwow
at his ranch tonight.
- Could be just
a rustlin' raid.
- No, to get you!
- Clanton has
too much sense
to ride in here
for a turkey sh**t.
- We can raise lots
of g*ns, Mr. Thacker.
- Well, if we
have time!
We need all the men
Wells Fargo can send!
This could be the
showdown, Wyatt!
- Mr. Thacker, I
string along with Doc.
Old Man Clanton isn't gonna
bring his men into Tombstone.
- But he promised the
Tucson crowd he'll k*ll you!
- Doc?
- At your service, Deacon.
- Circulate among
your hoodlum friends.
See if you can find one that'll
tell us what this is about.
Mr. Gibbs?
- Yes, sir?
- Take a tour
of the saloons.
See if you can find any
Clanton men in town.
- Right, sir.
- Go ahead and blow off steam,
Mr. Thacker. It'll do ya good.
- Wyatt, I tell you
the Clanton crowd
is getting ready to g*n
you down, and you smile!
You think this
is a wild rumor?
- No, sir, I don't.
- Then let's get a posse!
You need help!
- Clanton isn't gonna come
chargin' up Allen Street.
He'll think up somethin'
a lot slicker than that.
- Ambush!
- Maybe.
- I'm still gonna
ask Wells Fargo
for as many special men
as they can send.
- Well, it's your
company, sir.
- Wyatt...
I'm trying to save your life!
- Thank you, sir.
[ Sighs ]
- Close the door,
Gibbs, and lock it.
- I don't know
nothin', Doc!
- You don't, huh?
Then how come
Gibbs found you
hangin' outside the
telegraph office, huh?
- Oh, I was
expectin' a message.
- You were? Who'd waste
money wirin' you?
Hold that cannon
on him, Gibbs.
- You touch me, and
Old Man Clanton'll fix you!
Heh!
You can't bluff me, Doc!
- Rowdy used to
be a telegrapher.
'Til he started tappin' wires.
- Why don't you just
cut his throat, Doc?
- That won't be necessary,
just a little nerve surgery.
I'm gonna fix it so he'll
never use his hands again.
Put your arm on the table.
- You don't dare's
cut me, Doctor!
It's against the law!
- Put your arm on
the table, quick!
- Doc ain't foolin', mister.
- Hold that Kn*fe, Gibbs.
We'll sever the elbow tendons,
and the nerve section.
- No, no, no!
Doc, don't, don't!
Please don't!
I'll tell ya!
- Well, start talkin', then!
- Old Man Clanton is
gonna heist the stage,
and then he's gonna
bushwhack Wyatt Earp
when he comes ridin' in.
- What stage? Where?
- I don't know, Doc!
So help me!
- Give me that
Kn*fe, Gibbs.
He fainted!
And I only pinched
him a little!
You reckon he was
tellin' the truth?
- Well, I reckon.
He was too scared to lie.
- You know, Gibbs, a lot
of my hoodlum acquaintances
think that I'm a surgeon
as well as bein' a dentist.
It's a wonder he
didn't die of fright!
We'd better get
out of here!
- Ain't we gonna
tell Wyatt, Doc?
- Not yet.
When Clanton sets up
a bushwhack like this,
it calls for some
accurate killin'.
I'm sendin' for Morgan Earp
and some good g*ns.
- Doc, I think them
Clantons is long past due!
- You go on with
your patrol.
We'll break the news to Wyatt
after I send the telegrams.
- Right.
- Whoa!
[ Knocking on door ]
- Who is it?
- Morgan Earp, Doc.
- All right, then
I won't sh**t ya.
Come on in.
- How are ya, Doc?
- I'm fine, fine.
- You send this telegram?
If I want Wyatt to live,
I'll hurry to Tombstone.
- Yep!
- Virgil told me not to
pay any attention to it.
He said you must've
been drinkin'.
- Morgan, you can get to
that Wyatt will be buried
in Boot Hill Cemetery
by sundown tomorrow.
- You mean it?
Who's after him?
- The whole Clanton outfit:
Ringo, Brocius,
the McLaurys,
Spence, Stilwell.
The finest collection of
-g*n talent ever assembled.
- Wyatt wanna
fight 'em alone?
- No, he just
doesn't believe it.
The Wells Fargo people've
told him. I've told him.
Maybe he'll believe you.
- I don't know. I'm just
a little brother.
- Yes.
- Have you
sent for help?
- I certainly have!
Morgan, this
is the showdown.
Either you convince Wyatt
he's going to be k*lled
or he will be k*lled.
- Oh no!
- Hi, big brother!
- You're, uh, kind of travelin'
in fast company, aren't ya?
- I can sh**t.
- Doc send for ya?
- You can tell
him, Morgan.
- He's says there's bad
trouble here, Wyatt.
- Well now, Dr. Holliday just
could be wrong, you know?
Anyway, welcome to Tombstone.
It's good to see you!
I'll get washed up and we'll
grab a bite of supper.
- Doc doesn't spread
false alarms.
- How was your trip?
Pretty fair?
- We won't wear our g*ns, 'cause
Wyatt might get sore about it.
This is the place we're
meetin' Doc Holliday.
- Feed 'em
and water 'em.
We're waitin'
for Doc Holliday.
- Wyatt?
- Yeah?
- Where you supposed
to be dry-gulched?
- Mmm, Skeleton
Canyon, Doc says.
Wells Fargo stage is
to be robbed there.
Their agent wants to
call out the cavalry.
- What's so funny
about that?
- I'd look awful funny,
wouldn't I?
Takin' men into Skeleton Canyon
if nothing happened.
- What if it does?
- I'd still
look awful funny.
A marshal ridin'
into an ambush.
- Look, if Clanton is after you,
what are you gonna do?
Wait for the b*llet?
[ g*nshots ]
- Sit down!
- All right,
get down!
- Curly, take your boys
back up there in the brush.
Now, no fires, no movin'
around to visit. Hear?
Papa says Earp can't
get here 'til noon.
- Why don't we sh**t 'em?
- Papa says do it smart!
All this is only bait!
He wants Earp and his
posse off of their horses
and questionin' these
fellas 'fore we move in.
- Yeah, like settin' ducks
on a pond, huh?
- Yeah. About time!
- You boys tote that moneybox
and that mail-pouch
upside of the hill.
We'll whack it up
while we're waitin'.
- Come on, let's go!
- Make the time
pass quicker!
- Wyatt, the Skeleton
Canyon stage
is now hours late
at station !
- What're we
waitin' for?
We should be on
our way to the Canyon.
- I don't think we
oughta go out there.
- What?
- Old Man Clanton won't be
takin' part in that robbery.
- Correct. He'll plan it,
but he won't be there!
- Nobody else can
control the top g*ns.
- Well, that's smart
thinkin', Wyatt.
They ain't on
his payroll.
- Oh, I think that they'll
wait maybe 'til : ,
then they'll decide that
I've been tipped off
and the ambush is sour.
- I suppose they'll
just go home, eh?
- No, sir, I think
they'll probably go to
Charleston or Galeyville
and spend a little of that loot
they took from the holdup.
- Well now, what
do you propose?
- I think we should take all
hands out to the Clanton ranch.
- Old Man Clanton's
home place?
- We can grab 'em
as they straggle back.
- Why, that's nonsense, Wyatt!
We'd--we'd be boxed in the
center of Clanton's domain!
- John, I just don't
like the way you think.
- Oh, you don't, hey?
- No, I like Wyatt's idea.
It shows a tremendous
understanding
of the hoodlum mind.
It's a bold strategy.
- Huh! It's bold, all
right, that's for sure!
- If it works,
Old Man Clanton'll be
spittin' -penny nails.
- I'll go along
with ya, Wyatt.
And so will me friends.
The whole plan amuses me!
- We can't back you.
It's too dangerous.
- It's not as dangerous
as fightin' bushwhackers.
- Yeah, at least we'd be
fightin' from behind walls.
- Yeah, the walls of
Clanton's own house!
[ Laughing ]
- No. No, the risk
is prohibitive.
- All right, Mr. Thacker,
I can't urge you. It is risky.
Morgan, you make sure
you get a good horse.
I think we oughta
get out there before : .
Mr. Gibbs, make sure
that everybody
has a Winchester
and a handgun.
- I'll get some extra bandoleers
from Spangenberg's g*n Store.
- Right.
- Well,
Wyatt, uh...
If you're that
determined, you, uh...
well, you better
count Wells Fargo in.
- Thank you, Mr. Thacker.
The Clantons have needed
a dose of their own medicine
for a long while.
Come on, Doc.
- Yes, sir!
It's a dandy!
Now, just take a look at it
out here, Mr. Clanton,
where you can see it
in the sunlight.
Here, I'll
take your hat.
- By Jove! This is
a dandy, all right!
Ooh-whoo!
Emma! Emma oughta
like this one.
She's been fussin' at me all
year to get myself a new hat.
- Is that so?
Well, it's the finest we have
in the store, Mr. Clanton.
The very finest!
[ Horse neighing ]
Say, it looks like
Marshal Earp's
takin' a posse
somewheres.
- Hmm! Uh, just wastin'
tax money again.
- Oh, not this time,
Mr. Clanton.
You see, there was
a stage holdup
in Skeleton Canyon
this mornin'.
Wells Fargo!
- Oh, you don't say!
- Oh, yes, sir!
[ Chuckling ]
But Marshal Earp'll
catch 'em all right!
Uh... Yes, I just
can't get over it!
That's the best lookin'
hat I ever did see.
Looks just fine,
Mr. Clanton. Just fine!
- Well, I'll
take it. How much?
- Say, that's funny.
They're goin' the wrong way!
- That sure in tarnation ain't
the road to Skeleton Canyon!
- Hmm... Must be somethin'
bigger goin' on, huh?
- Somethin' bigger!
You're a blasted
fool, Sydney.
And that Earp's
an even bigger one!
[ Gasping ]
- Oh, you.
Any sign of Earp yet?
- It's almost : .
Your old man was wrong.
Earp ain't comin'.
- You reckon
he was tipped?
- A good John Law can
smell a bushwhackin'.
He's good.
I'm leavin'.
- Curly, Papa's
gonna be sore.
- Let him be sore!
- Look, we robbed
Wells Fargo
and the United States Mail.
He's gotta bring a posse!
- He was tipped.
Anyway, we missed.
- Papa's right-hand
man, Ike!
- You know, I don't think much
of bushwhackin' anyhow.
- Then why didn't you
offer to g*n Earp?
- You know why.
He wears a US star.
- You're scared
of Earp.
- You disobeyin'
Papa's orders, Curly?
- I'll do anything
he says that's sensible.
It ain't sensible waitin' out
here in the brush forever.
I'm goin' to Galeyville!
Any of you boys
wanna keep me company?
- I'll go.
- Eddie,
you just try it!
- I'll go
with you, Curly.
- All right, Mr. Gibbs,
you and I'll move in first.
Doc, you and
Mr. Thacker come in
with half the men
on a -sh*t signal.
Morgan?
- Brother?
- You wait here
minutes
and make sure nobody
comes in on the north trail.
Then you take the rest of the
men and move in and join us.
- Wyatt, we could be
outnumbered awfully fast.
You still askin' us
not to sh**t to k*ll?
- No. If my plan
doesn't work out,
and we're jumped by
too many Clantons,
every man'll have to decided
for himself what has to be done.
- Fair enough!
- Let's go!
Drop 'em!
- He said
drop 'em!
- Take
their g*ns.
Hold it!
Come here!
Anybody else here?
- Not right now.
- I'll go find out.
Watch 'em!
It's all clear inside.
Take 'em on in and hogtie 'em.
I'll signal the others.
- March in!
- All right now,
Mr. Thacker,
you and your men
take the bunkhouse.
Doc, you and your gunfighters,
you hold the main
barn over here.
I think you can make it fairly
tight with hay bales.
- Right.
- The rest of us'll try
to hold the main house.
That'll give us
sides to a square.
And I want all of
the horses out of sight.
I'm hopin' that the old man'll
come in with a small party.
- Don't think they'll
surrender, huh?
- No, he'll fight.
Now, my big hope is
that the rest of the
outfit'll straggle in.
We'll take 'em
group by group.
- Too many windows
for a fight, Wyatt.
- We can g*n 'em down
in minutes.
- It may not be
that easy, Morg.
If it gets too hot,
there's a bell here
over by the cook shack.
I'll sh**t at that,
and that'll let you know
that we're retreatin'
to the bunkhouse over here.
- Last stand at the Alamo.
Don't even count on seein' us.
I can't run,
and Wyatt won't.
- Dust cloud from the north.
You'd better take
your stations.
- Let's go.
Lock that door. You men
take those windows. Morgan!
- Whoa!
Ain't no loyalty
in nobody anymore!
I oughta fire them boys
and k*ll that Brocius.
- Now, Papa, Earp wasn't gonna
show. You said so yourself.
- That ain't the point!
I decide when to quit an ambush
party, not Curly Brocius!
- They just went to
Galeyville for some fun.
- When they get home,
they'll have some fun.
- Now, Papa, you can't blame
them too much. They just--
- I blame 'em plenty!
And I'll show them bigheads
who's runnin' this outfit.
Git for home! Hyah!
Come on!
- Here they come.
- Bill and Mace,
feed and water the horses.
Boys, I want you to know
I appreciate loyalty!
I'm gonna fine every man
what run off $
and whack it up
amongst you men!
Hey, where are
them guards?
- Mr. Clanton!
You and your men
are under arrest.
- Earp! By Jove!
Steps out of my own house
and says I'm under arrest!
- Look out, Wyatt!
- Take cover, boys!
[ g*nshots ]
- Stop it, Clanton!
I got a posse here, and
I don't want anybody sh*t!
- Hold it, boys!
I'll take him myself!
- Throw down your g*ns!
- You no good Yankee!
- Papa!
You hurt bad, Papa?
- No, it's just a scratch.
Phin's gonna get
himself k*lled!
Phin, get down!
- Papa, they got him
covered in a crossfire.
- I gotta stop this
fight right now.
Stop sh**t', boys!
Do you hear me?
Stop sh**t'!
Earp!
Call off your posse!
No more sh**t'!
- Hold your fire!
Pick up their g*ns.
- Put your hands out.
- Lock 'em
up tight.
- Good fight,
brother.
- Just fair,
just fair!
- Too bad we didn't
get the rest of 'em.
- Why? Who
isn't here?
- Oh, the McLaurys,
Curly Brocius,
Johnny Ringo,
a few others.
All we have are these,
the old man, Ike and Phin.
- Well, at least
we got them!
- Mr. Clanton...
I'm gonna charge you with
that holdup at Skeleton Canyon.
- Skeleton Canyon!
Charge away, Earp!
You can't prove nothin'!
But as long as
there's a Clanton,
you'll remember this day.
sh**t' at me
from my own house!
- What's the
matter, Clanton?
Don't you like
bein' bushwhacked?
- I don't think he hates
bein' bushwhacked
as much as bein' plain
out-figured, Doc.
- He'll get used
to it. Hey, boys?
[ All laughing ]
♪♪ 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 ♪
♪ Oh, Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
♪ Long may his story ♪
♪ Be told ♪
♪ Hmm ♪♪