[dramatic music]
[speaking Spanish]
May I help you folks?
Si, señor
you can give us
back my papa.
Your papa?
We've come all the way
from the border to get him.
Since he cannot ride
home by himself.
Why not?
Because, señor, you Americanos
have k*lled him.
[intense music]
[Ken Darby singing
"The Legend Of Wyatt Earp"]
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
(male narrator)
The Life And Legend
Of Wyatt Earp
starring Hugh O'Brian.
Tombstone lay near
the border of old Mexico.
Many times that meant trouble
for Marshal Wyatt Earp.
The border was a convenient
escape route for criminals.
A very tempting sanctuary
for raidingApaches
and the home of a people
who often had reason
to bear little lugfor
the Americanos north of them.
[slow paced music]
Please come in.
Won't you sit down.
[music continues]
Now please tell me
what this is all about.
We didn't come all the way
from Mexico just to talk, señor.
I want the body
of my father.
I might be able to help you.
But I don't even know
your father's name.
Huerta.
Señor Van Jose Ambrosia Huerta.
I'm the Señora Huerta
and this is my son, Miguel.
Huerta..
I do not know the name.
If he was k*lled in Tombstone
I would know it.
You tried to hide
the m*rder of my father.
Why're you so sure
it was a m*rder?
We've been told.
'You cannot deny it.'
I'm not trying to deny it,
I'm trying to find out about it.
Now, you say
it happened here?
Si.
'When?'
A month.
Perhaps more.
We do not know how long
it took the letter to reach us.
Letter? You have a letter?
[speaking Spanish]
Well, may I see it?
No, señor.
It is for our eyes only.
Look, if you
want me to help you
you're gonna have to cooperate.
[rattling]
Here, look at this.
These are the names
of all the men
that have been involved
in police business
for the past month.
The month before that and month
before that. Go ahead, read it.
Tell me if you can
find the name Huerta?
Maybe he changed his name.
That is not possible.
[thud]
My father
is not a criminal.
He's a man of many faults
but not one to go
against the law.
No. He would not
have the courage.
Well.
Miguel, give him
the letter.
"July.
"Señora Huerta
"I regret to inform you
of the death of your husband
"Señor Von Jose Ambrosia Huerta
"in this city today.
"A man named..
"A man named Granby picked
a quarrel with Señor Huerta
"and sh*t him in the back.
"Your husband
was blameless in the affair.
"You'll be solaced
to know that he d*ed
"with the name Agrapenia
on his lips.
[sobbing]
'A friend."'
Do you know who
this friend might be?
No, señor. The letter
was written in English.
It was read to us
by the padre.
This, Señor Granby.
You know him?
The only Granby I know is the
foreman at the Contention mine.
That would be the one.
My father came here
to work in the mines.
Oh, I doubt it.
Mr. Granby has never k*lled
anybody in his life.
It might have
been done secretly.
Eh, somebody knew about this.
Now, if I can find this friend,
I might be able to get
to the bottom of it.
You would avenge
my father's m*rder?
If there was m*rder.
What do you mean, señor?
Just that nobody
by the name of Huerta
has been k*lled
in Tombstone.
And there have been
no unidentified dead.
Then what has
happened to him?
At least he
would have written.
Come, madre. I told you
they would not help us.
[sighs]
Oh..
[Agrapenia sighs]
Oh, señor. All we ask
is that you us back the body
of my husband,
to take back home.
Outside in the carreta
is the coffin
already blessed
by the padre.
'And you won't even help.'
You don't have to ask
my help, señora.
You couldn't stop me
from helping to find him now.
Why so?
Because if he
was k*lled in Tombstone
I wanna know about it.
Come on, let's go.
[door opens]
[soft music]
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
Father, you know of no man
being buried in New Parish
by the name of Huerta?
No...no.
Have you ever met a man
by that name?
No, I haven't met.
I'm sorry, señorita.
Thank you very much, Father.
[slow paced music]
I'm sorry, señora. We weren't
able to find out anything.
Where will you be?
We'll camp near
the dry riverbed.
If I do find out something
I'll come to you.
Señor, what about Granby?
I intend to talk to him.
You let me handle this.
You hear me?
Si, señor.
I hear you.
[rattling]
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
- Hiya, Mr. Granby.
- Hello, Marshal Earp.
What brings you
all this way?
I'm looking for somebody.
Don't tell me you're
after ol' George
for bustin' up Mini's place
the other night?
[Granby laughs]
No.
This is m*rder.
m*rder? Who?
You know a man
by the name of Huerta?
Huerta?
No. Who'd he m*rder?
No one. He was m*rder*d.
And you're looking
for the man who did, huh?
Why here?
You sure you never
heard of Huerta?
I'm sure.
Could he have worked here
at the mine not too long ago?
Nope. That name
was not the payroll.
Can't you tell me
what this is all about, Wyatt?
Well, Mr. Granby,
I don't exactly know you.
Do you have any enemies who
would like to cause you trouble?
I suppose a man who hires and
fires is bound to pick up a few.
[laughs]
But none that really
matter, I'd say.
Am I supposed to have
m*rder*d this fellow?
Something like that.
Wyatt, do you think
I m*rder*d him?
No, Mr. Granby, I don't.
Well, in that case,
come back again anytime.
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
[horse neighing]
[dramatic music]
[door bangs]
- Hello. What do you want?
- To talk to you, señor.
Well, I'm sorry.
We're not hiring today.
You'll talk to me.
My name is Huerta.
- Huerta?
- Si.
[dramatic music]
Wyatt! Wally!
[music continues]
Four queens.
Four kings.
Count 'em, doc.
Just isn't my day.
You're beginning to look
like a plucked chicken, doc.
You can say that again.
I'm plucked clean.
Never thought I'd see the day
I could clean Doc Holliday.
[door opens]
I'm not finished yet.
Here's Wyatt.
He'll stake me.
Stake you, doc?
You mean to tell me
you won't stake me
to the pass of a hand or two?
I don't know, now.
Alright, I'll give you my IOU.
I'm just jokin', doc.
How much do you want?
- Fifty or a hundred?
- One hundred.
I'm in this hand.
Thank you, sir. Your IOU.
That won't be necessary.
Oh, yes, it will.
We must keep this
on a business-like scale.
I wouldn't want anybody
to think that I was beholdin'
to the town marshal.
It might compromise you or me.
Your IOU, sir.
Alright.
Worried, Wyatt?
Want me to check out?
No, I can handle it.
(male # )
'You open, doc?'
(Doc)
'Sure. Five.'
Say, where's Cortez?
You mean
the ElConquistador?
He's out in the kitchen
rustling up some nice
juicy enchiladas.
Why do you call him
the Conquistador, doc?
Haven't you ever heard
of Hernando Cortez
the conqueror of Mexico?
Sure. This fellow's name
is Von and he is no conqueror.
No? Have you ever
seen him with the ladies?
Have you ever seen him
with an enchilada?
Oh, here he is,
the ElConquistador.
Put it right here, sir.
Right here.
Wyatt, will you join me
and these wonderful
little ol' enchiladas?
No, thanks. I'd just like
to ask Von a question.
Si, señor?
Did you hear of a countryman
of yours called Huerta?
Huerta?
No, I do not think so.
Does he live here?
Well, he said he did.
He also said he was dead.
I know most
of the Mexicanos here.
You never heard of him?
If I do, I do not
remember, señor.
Sure you do not
want some enchiladas?
Gracias, no.
Eh, twenty five
to you, doc.
Yes, twenty five,
count me in.
I'll raise you.
[insects chirping]
(Granby)
'Wyatt! Marshal Earp!'
Mr. Granby, what happened
to your arm?
That Huerta,
he tried to k*ll me.
- The boy?
- Yes, he came to the mine.
You've gotta do something
about that kid.
First, let's get the doctor
to take a look at your arm.
[horse nickers]
[slow paced music]
[clanking]
Señora Huerta,
where is Miguel?
He is not here.
You know where he is?
I do not, but if I did,
I would not tell you.
Do you know that he att*cked
this man here, Mr. Granby?
Granby..
Do you think I blame Miguel?
I would gladly k*ll him myself
with my own bare hands.
Asesino.
I had nothing to do
with your husband's death.
I never knew him, I never even
heard of him before today.
You expect me
to believe that?
Yes, before you'd believe
an anonymous letter.
Maybe there is another Granby.
Maybe they got the name mixed
up. I tell you the truth señora.
- 'I did not k*ll your husband.'
- I do not believe you.
- Señora..
- And you.
You are a fine marshal
protecting him, a m*rder*r.
Not giving back to us
the body of my husband.
My poor Ambrosio.
[speaking Spanish]
[sobbing]
Señora, you have
a right to be upset.
But I must warn you
and your boy
that we have laws
to protect people.
Oh, señor
we too have laws,
much older than your laws.
An eye for an eye.
For a man's life,
the life of his k*ller.
Look, if your husband
was m*rder*d
I'll find the man
who did it.
But you must leave that
up to me, you understand that?
I have heard you.
Mr. Granby does not say
to arrest Miguel
because of the boy's youth.
But I say that I will arrest him
if he att*cks this man again.
Now, you tell him
I said that.
Also tell him,
if he comes near me again
'I'll sh**t first
and ask questions later.'
Mr. Granby, please--
I've get a right to protect
myself, Wyatt, and I will.
Please tell me
where the boy is?
Well, then you
find him yourself
and take him on back home
before you lose him too.
Come on.
[slow paced music]
Miguel.
[music continues]
- Hi, doc.
- Hi, Wyatt.
- They cleaned you?
- Nope.
My luck changed.
I came to get my IOU.
It doesn't hurt for a man
to have a reputation
for a quick pay,
you know.
Alright, I'll just
tear it up, huh.
Sure.
Ah, thank you.
You're turning in
a little early, aren't you?
Oh, I'm tired
of cards, Wyatt.
You look a might worried.
I heard you asking
the El Conquistador
about a man
named Huerta.
Is that what
you're worried about?
- Yeah.
- Who is he?
Well, he was supposed
to have been k*lled
sh*t in the back, came up here
from Mexico to work in the mine.
- Oh, never heard about that.
- Neither did I.
Can't find any record of him.
Who's supposed
to have done it?
- Horace Granby.
- Granby?
Hmm, he ain't much
of a poker player
but I never figured him
to be a k*ller.
I don't think he
even carries a g*n.
Well, he does now.
It's either k*ll
or be k*lled by Huerta's son.
Think of that, boy must
have loved his father.
Well, that and it's
a matter of honor.
See, they got this letter
telling 'em about
the father being k*lled.
So the mother and the boy came
up here to bring the body back.
Well, ah,
I sure wish Granby luck.
I'm not so much worried about
him as I am about the boy.
Yeah, the boy.
What does he look like, Wyatt?
In case I happen
to bump into him.
Oh, he's a good-looking,
young Mexican about .
Wears, uh, very light clothes,
big sombrero.
Hmm, Mexican,
white clothes, ..
Well, in case I bump into him
I might be able to help some.
Bye, Wyatt.
Get some sleep.
Mm-hm, yeah.
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
Doc?
[dramatic music]
Doc!
[music continues]
- Doc, I wanna talk to you.
- How about a drink, Wyatt?
Now, you know
I don't drink.
Well, you better,
otherwise you won't believe it.
Just tell me.
Here? It's an awful
long story.
I got plenty of time. Now, you
wrote that letter didn't you?
Well, I..
You sure you wanna hear it?
Look, I recognized
the "H" on the IOU.
Now why'd you do it?
I wanna do a favor
for a friend.
- What friend?
- Huerta, the Conquistador.
- What?
- 'Yup.'
Came into town, wanted
to work in the mines.
Found out he can make
more money as a cook.
- 'So he changed his name.'
- Why?
Got tired of married life.
Didn't wanna go back to Mexico.
So you k*lled him
in the letter, huh?
No, he did. She would've
known his writing.
He just told me what
to say, I wrote it down.
Can't blame me
for trying to help out.
And what about
the sorrow you caused her?
What about the sorrow
she caused him?
Why'd you pick on Granby?
He complained
about the enchiladas.
She had no right to come
up here, you know, Wyatt.
Well, she did.
Yeah, she did.
I'm sorry.
I'll find the boy.
We'll stop him.
Alright, you take
the east side of town.
I'll look over
Granby's boarding house.
Most any night you'll find
Granby at the Alhambra Saloon.
I'll look there too.
- Doc, you're a fool.
- I guess so, Wyatt.
I often am
when a friend
asks my help.
Go look for him.
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
[no audio]
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
(Wyatt)
'Watch it, Granby!'
[dramatic music]
Why didn't you
let me k*ll him?
I'm an officer of the law
and k*lling's against the law.
- Put that away, Mr. Granby.
- What about my father's m*rder?
I can explain
that to you now.
Never mind the father, what're
you gonna do about him, Wyatt?
This won't happen
again, Mr. Granby.
I'll say it won't.
Are you gonna put him in jail?
I said I'd handle this.
I don't understand you,
I don't understand any of this.
Here comes the man
that can explain it to you.
- Doc Holliday?
- That's right.
Everything alright, Wyatt?
Everything, except you got some
explaining to do to Mr. Granby.
'I suggest the two of you
go over to the Alhambra.'
What're you
gonna be doing?
I'm gonna take Miguel
here over to the office
find his mother and then
treat 'em both to a late supper.
Well?
Well, um, let's
have a drink, Horace.
[slow paced music]
What about my father's
k*ller, señor?
Let's have supper first. There's
plenty of time for that later.
You will not talk me out
of it, I will k*ll him!
It's not the proper time
for eating.
Oh, you'll think so after you
taste these enchiladas.
Believe me, you've never
tasted enchiladas so good.
No one makes enchiladas
as good as mamacita.
For certain
no Americano.
Well, I think I can safely say
that these enchiladas
will taste just
as good as your mother's.
Wait and see.
Here they come now.
Good evening, señor.
ElConquistador.
Put it right
on the table.
[comical music]
Papa!
[glass shattering]
[speaking Spanish]
- Mama, look it is truly papa.
- Ambrosio!
Now you don't have
to marry Señor Migro.
Jose Migro?
How can my wife
marry Jose Migro?
I am a widow, I mean,
I-I was a widow, oh, Ambrosio--
Even if I was dead
how could you
think of Jose Migro?
Ambrosio, the letter, the letter
it said you was k*lled.
My own wife.
(Agrapenia)
'Eh, he spoke so kindly
to Miguel--'
After all these years
and all I've done for you.
- Ambrosio--
- How could you?
[sobbing]
For that worthless pig.
Ambrosio, look, I-I came here to
take back your poor body home--
Uh-huh? To prove to everyone
that you were a widow.
No, no, Ambrosio,
oh, you are cruel.
No, no, no.
[sobbing continues]
There, there,
pobrecita, do not cry.
- I will take you back.
- Oh, Ambrosio, oh.
[speaking Spanish]
[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 live his glory
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
[humming]