They claim to be Texas cowhands.
Look, I give you my word you'll get your money back.
And I gave my word to those two thieves
that if they confessed you'd leave them alone.
Your word? What about mine? I said I'd k*ll them.
You'll hang for it.
I'll hang for something eventually, Wyatt. Why not for this?
I've walked away from gunfights because you've asked me to,
and I've winged men when I should have sh*t 'em dead.
Now these fellows admitted they robbed me.
I think you've got a presumptuous nerve
asking me to let 'em live.
I'm trying to save you from the gallows.
Thanks, Deacon. No.
Just do a good job with the rope.
I won't even be there.
You mean you'd turn me over to a public hangman?
That's right.
That's friendship. That's real loyalty.
You and I won't be speaking anymore.
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may his story be told ♪
The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp starring Hugh O'Brian.
Wyatt Earp was the only true friend Doc Holliday had
in the cruel and wicked world of the American frontier.
People who knew both Wyatt and Doc
wondered how long Marshal Earp could tolerate a man
who drank so much, was a gambler
and a nasty-tempered k*ller.
Residents of Tombstone waited for the day
when Wyatt's patience would run out.
Bet .
days.
Well, you've brought me luck again, Deacon.
What do you advise me to do?
Cash in and quit.
Well, all right.
Say, you know, I ain't seen Doc around today.
Nope.
I told him to invest his gambling profits in something reliable.
He's had a mighty lucky streak lately.
Yeah? How much?
, .
, ?
Boy, he's a sure enough rich man, ain't he?
Doc's been richer than that a lot of times.
Trouble is gamblers are never satisfied.
He'll probably lose all of his money in a day or so.
Hey, uh, bartender? Give me a drink.
Hey, who are you pushing, old man?
I ain't pushing nobody.
You are too!
If I had me a g*n...
Why don't you just sniff one out on the floor, old man!
Hold it!
Who says?
Hold on, friend!
You...you done me a good turn.
Now, I ain't got much money, but
I'd like to do something for you.
Forget it, old-timer.
No, no, I pay my debts.
I can give you a good tip on a silver claim.
The real lowdown, huh?
Buy the Silver Spoon.
There's a couple of fool miners
over at the Cosmopolitan Hotel trying to sell it.
The Silver Spoon?
I already like the name.
I thank you, my friend.
Deacon.
One moment.
I got a tip on a silver claim.
The Silver Spoon.
Now don't frown.
I doubled my money in three hours.
You mean you now have $ , ?
I just gave you good news, not bad.
Doc, I hate to think of you stretching your luck.
Look, why don't you take that money and make a sensible investment,
like some good stocks or bonds?
There's not much profit in bonds.
Got an idea for a good stock?
Um, not necessarily, but...
If I had any money, I-I...I'd put it in railroads.
Something like Union or Vermont.
Deacon, please.
A Johnny Reb from Valdosta, Georgia, buying Union or Vermont?
You have no delicacy of sentiment,
no feeling of sacred principles.
Buy Central of Georgia.
Central of Georgia! Of course, I'll buy it.
You're a positive genius, Deacon.
Look, Doc, just don't put all your money into one thing.
You brought me lots of luck before, Wyatt.
See you later.
Got some business at the telegraph office.
Wyatt, you'd better come quick.
Why?
Doc is a-buyin' the American Hotel.
The American Hotel? He hasn't got that much money.
Oh, yeah.
He bought hisself some railroad stock here awhile back,
and they've done divided the shares three for one,
whatever that means.
Anyway, Doc says he's got $ , hard cash.
$ , ?
$ , . Yes, sir.
But I can tell you he ain't gonna keep it very long.
Now, you tell me what in tarnation Doc
Holliday knows about running a hotel.
Nothing!
This is diabolism.
Diabla...
Is that so?
Mm.
Well...
What is that?
Mr. Gibbs,
it's a...
cynical theory in some quarters that the devil intervenes
in human affairs and looks after his own.
Yeah.
Well, somebody's done sure looked after Doc all right.
But I still say he shouldn't put all that money in a hotel.
Who are we to say what he should do?
Well, you're his best friend, ain't you?
You want him to go broke again?
No.
I guess we'd better go talk to him.
Yeah.
I'm gonna change the name to Holliday House.
And I want a big sign with old English lettering.
Can you do old English?
I can even do Gaelic.
No, I want old English.
As you say, Doc.
Good. And, McLeary?
Yes sir?
I don't want that black-on-white stuff.
I want gold lettering
on a royal-purple background.
Gold lettering?
What in the devil is that for?
For my patron Saint of course: The devil.
Lord, save us all.
Doc, this must be some kind of a joke.
You never wanted to be in the hotel business.
It's no joke, Wyatt.
It's always been my secret ambition.
See? What'd I tell you?
Look, Doc...
Save your breath, Deacon.
I've already bought it.
Oh, no.
Oh, yes!
Now I want you boys to come inside with me
so I can show you my plans for changing this monstrosity
into a fine, tasteful hotel.
And where can you get a decent meal in Tombstone?
Tough steaks from those range-fed cattle around here,
soggy fried potatoes...eww.
Oh, they's good enough vittles, Doc.
Oh?
Well, then how would you like to start with oysters New Orleans?
A bisque of Lobster Delmonico,
quail under glass a la canfield,
a rack of spring lamb savarin.
Doc, I... -
souffle potatoes...
with small vegetables foie eaux.
Were you going to say something?
I'm speechless.
Ah, you do have a soul, Wyatt.
Gentlemen, come with me
and I'll show you my plans to arrange the saloon.
Right this way.
Come, come, boys.
And I'm going to hire the chef
from the Palace Hotel in San Francisco.
It'll cost me $ , a year,
but I want to serve food that I can eat.
Well, it's your money, Doc.
That must be Mrs. Stoney and Emile. Come in.
Mrs. Stoney, I want you to meet my best friend Marshal Wyatt Earp.
How do you do, Marshal?
Mrs. Stoney.
From Atlanta, Georgia.
My late husband commanded the th brigade
under General Good.
A very fine outfit, ma'am.
One of the best.
And this is Emile Betront, my maitre d'.
I have heard of Marshal Earp. It is an honor.
Thank you.
Mrs. Stoney and Emile are very busy right now getting things started.
Oh, yes, do please excuse us, Mr. Earp.
So many details to attend to before the refurnishing commences.
Of course.
We hope we will have the pleasure of serving you, monsieur.
I'll be a steady customer.
That will be very fine.
Ah, the wine list is almost completed, monsieur.
I'll be glad to go over it with you just as soon as it's ready.
Thank you.
What's troubling you now?
I was just wondering whether a town like Tombstone
could support a high-class hotel like this.
Well, Virginia City has three.
Like I said before, it's your money.
I just hope you don't go overboard.
Oh, the financing.
I've still got $ , left.
I paid , for the hotel.
I ordered about , in alterations, furnishings and the rest.
That leaves me about $ , for operating costs.
It's in this safe. You want to count it?
No, thanks. This is your affair.
You still don't approve, huh?
Well, I think I'm a mite envious.
I've always wanted my own cattle spread.
It won't be long, Wyatt.
What for?
Your cattle spread.
I've cut you in for % of the Holliday house.
...
Oh, no, thanks, Doc.
You've brought me luck, Wyatt.
And quit acting like the church Deacon that you are.
My hotel's gonna have no hijinks.
I'm running a fine, respectable business.
As a matter of fact, I might cater to family trade.
Well, I still can't take a cut.
Thought you'd say that.
So I'll just deposit your share of the profits in the Tombstone Bank.
Give it to charity if you insist.
Thanks, Doc. I wish you luck.
You're the good luck. The hotel can't miss.
And incidentally, Wyatt,
I'd like to keep that Deputy's badge, just the same, if you don't mind.
Just try and give it back.
I need you. You're the fastest g*n in Arizona.
It's all right for you to play around with this hotel,
but when I holler, you come a-running, huh?
Wyatt Earp, my one true friend.
You're the luckiest strike I ever did make.
Yeah, well, I guess I better get back on that cowboy patrol.
Say, when does the, uh...Holliday House open?
As soon as the stuff I ordered from San Francisco gets here
and our noble workmen gets it installed.
Save me a glass of champagne, huh?
Champagne?
Wyatt Earp drinking champagne?
I don't believe it.
I must go and blister McLeary's hide.
I want that sign today.
Now be careful of that.
Don't get your fingers on it.
It's a little wet.
Be careful of that gold.
That's it. That's it.
How do you like that, Doc?
Oh, that's beautiful, beautiful.
I thought you'd like it.
Come on, boys. Let's get outta here.
My, oh my, oh my.
That's awful pretty, Doc.
Hey, Roscoe, take a look at that there gold sign.
How do you like that, huh?
See? Roscoe likes it.
Well, that makes it official.
I can't fail now.
That's for sure.
Is Holliday asleep?
Much better than that.
The Marshal sent for him to identify some criminals.
Where's Ella May?
She's waiting to unlock the door.
She has a key to the office. Come.
Well, I don't find them in any of the current posters.
You gonna check them Pinkerton circulars?
Yep.
Really, Wyatt, I've had a very tiring day.
Asking a big hotel executive like me to come running.
I caught these three men hanging around the Wells Fargo office.
They claim to be Texas cowhands.
Oh?
Well, two of them are.
Howdy, Doc.
Van Horn, isn't it?
Dusty Claypool?
That's right.
Who's your friend?
Just a cowboy that lost his saddle.
I don't know this youngster,
but these two work out of the Circle Star in the panhandle.
They're not heisters?
No, they might rustle some calves now and then, but
they'd never go against a Wells Fargo office.
Turn 'em loose, Mr. Gibbs.
Give me a fuse and cap.
Better get over behind that settee.
Dr. Holliday.
Dr. Holliday, the safe in the office...
she has blown up. We have been robbed.
Robbed?
That beautiful safe, she is ruined!
Somebody's gonna die for this!
Oh, it's so terrible!
Cleaned! All my money gone!
Yeah, and they wasn't amateurs neither.
Mrs. Stoney, did you by any chance see who it was?
No one! I just heard the noise!
By the time I got here...
Oh, Dr. Holliday, I'm so sorry!
Did anybody see them?
Look, Mrs. Stoney, try and pull yourself together.
Somebody in the hotel must have seen them. Who was on duty at the desk?
Well, I...I don't know.
Oh, it's...it's all such a terrible shock!
I... I think I'm gonna faint!
Leave her alone, Wyatt.
I'll take you to your quarters, ma'am. You should lie down.
Doc's awful polite to the lady, ain't he?
Yeah.
Well, I think he's always secretly
hankered to be respectable.
That's why he bought this place.
He won't have it long if we don't find the safecracker
and get his money back.
Mr. Gibbs, you go on over and watch the stage station.
I'll question the hotel guests and the desk clerk.
All right, sir.
Don't smear the trail, Wyatt.
My hoodlum friends will find them for me.
I need that money.
I've committed myself for it.
I ordered all that stuff on sight draft for cash.
You're forgetting that this is my job.
Now will you let me take care of it?
It's me they robbed, Wyatt,
and it's me they'll answer to.
You think I was joking when I said somebody would die for this?
Just take it easy, Doc.
Now you stay out of this, Wyatt!
Anybody who's robbed me isn't gonna get away with
just a plain jail sentence.
The less you know about my plans,
the easier it's gonna be on all of us.
They look like they're leaving town.
Only strangers would rob Doc.
I'm glad we followed 'em.
I'll bet they are the ones that blowed his safe.
I never did like city slickers.
Besides, we owe Doc a favor.
Hey! We want to talk to you!
Throw down those g*ns!
Come out of there!
It's us, Marshal! Claypool and Van Horn!
Keep an eye on 'em.
We yell at 'em, and they started sh**ting at us.
Looks like we found our men.
Yes, sir.
Now Doc owes you a favor.
We'll call it even, Marshal.
Want us to help you find the money?
No, I got a pretty good idea where it is.
All right, boys, move out.
Move along.
All right, now I can either turn you over to Dr. Holliday,
or I can offer you my protection if you talk.
It's up to you.
If we talk, how much time do we have to serve?
I'm sure the judge will take your cooperation into consideration.
But you better talk up quick,
or you ain't gonna have no breath left to talk with.
Well, how do we know Doc ain't gonna k*ll us anyway?
You'll just have to take my word for that.
Come on, Mr. Gibbs.
We'll turn 'em over to Dr. Holliday.
I ain't dying for Ella May and Emil.
Me, neither. Hey, Marshal?
We worked with them two before in Denver.
They telegraphed for us to come here, for this job.
Good morning, Doc.
Don't "good morning" me.
I'm looking for Marlin and Briscoe.
Somebody's been talking to you, huh?
Some of my friends saw the Circle Star cowboys corner them last night.
I assume you've got them locked up?
No, Mr. Gibbs took them out for breakfast.
Breakfast?
They're under protective custody.
Very well.
I'll make sure I won't hurt Mr. Gibbs.
Doc.
Look, I give you my word you'll get your money back.
And I gave my word to those two thieves
that if they confessed you'd leave them alone.
Your word? What about mine? I said I'd k*ll them.
You'll hang for it.
I'll hang for something eventually, Wyatt.
Why not for this?
I've walked away from gunfights because you've asked me to,
and I've winged men when I should have sh*t 'em dead.
Now these fellows admitted they robbed me.
I think you've got a presumptuous nerve
asking me to let 'em live.
I'm trying to save you from the gallows.
Thanks, Deacon. No.
Just do a good job with the rope.
I won't even be there.
You mean you'd turn me over to a public hangman?
That's right.
That's friendship. That's real loyalty.
You and I won't be speaking anymore.
Morning, Gibbs, gentlemen.
Well, morning, Doc. I'm glad to see
you ain't as mad this morning as you was last night.
Sit down and have some vittles.
What are you doing, Doc?
Hold it, Gibbs.
You gentlemen carrying any g*ns?
No, sir.
Now, Doc, use your brain
.
Silence or I'll sh**t you, too.
I would suggest to you boys to go out and get yourselves
some . s to defend yourselves,
but it wouldn't do any good.
I could k*ll you anyway.
Get up.
Don't do it, Doc.
I promised I would...
And I will.
Wait a minute.
Hold it, will you?
Don't, will you? Don't!
Don't! Don't! Don't!
They ain't worth hanging for, Doc.
They certainly aren't.
Thanks, Doc. Thanks very much.
You've led me to ruin, morally and financially.
I curse the day I ever hooked up with a church Deacon,
a man who doesn't like k*lling, a milk drinker.
Sure, Doc.
What I said still goes.
You and I are not friends.
Quit doggin' me! Walk on the other side of the street!
Not until I give you back your $ , .
Don't lie to me, Wyatt!
That's the one thing you never did do!
You'll see when you get over to your hotel.
Marshal Earp.
Thank you.
Mrs. Stoney, Emile.
I don't appreciate this kind of a joke, sir,
putting handcuffs on a gentlewoman.
I must ask you to release her at once.
Just a minute. Take a look at this.
I found it in her room last night
after Briscoe and Marlin confessed.
There must be some mistake.
I just can't believe this of a lady from Georgia,
from Atlanta,
the widow of a gallant officer.
Don't you worry, my dear.
I'll put a stop to this frame-up on you.
Mrs. Stoney's real name is Ella May Jones.
And she's not from Georgia, she was born in Chicago.
A Yankee?
And her husband Emile
is just Emil Jones.
And he's wanted in his home city by the police...Boston.
Don't let her cry her way out of this, Wyatt.
I'll prosecute them both to the fullest extent of the law.
You should get an extra year
for even speaking the fair name of Georgia.
Let's go.
All right, boys. The settee is next.
Easy now! That's a very valuable antique.
Oh, Deacon?
I'd like to talk to you...
purely as a matter of business of course.
I just wanted you to know that your credit is good anytime at Holliday House.
You, uh, gonna be serving fresh milk?
Milk?
For you, even that.
♪ 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 ♪