NARRATOR: (SINGING) 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 for ever
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.
Hold up your hands.
Now put them down.
Ah.
Yes, I think I have the
perfect fit, Mr. Earp.
Well, there's a slight
wrinkle below the collar.
Otherwise, very good.
The wrinkle is
there because Mr. Earp
keeps hunching his shoulders.
Stand normal, straight, Wyatt.
It just won't do.
You don't like it?
Well, I can't get at my g*ns.
That's because you
have it buttoned.
Please, let me show you?
There.
Now.
Now, when gentlemen who wear my
coats wish to reach for a g*n,
they brush the skirts
back with a quick motion.
So!
You won't be bothered.
You see, Mr. Earp, I have
made you my special model,
quick draw Prince
Albert frock coat.
Well, I guess I won't be the
first man bothered by a skirt.
[chuckling]
Tommy, I'll pay for the
coat, but I can't wear it.
Oh, now hold your
fire a second, Wyatt.
I see the trouble.
Where's the doeskin patch where
the skirt covers his g*n grips?
Oh, I always sew the patch
in after the final fitting.
Now see, the doeskin
is very slick.
Of course it will be black.
It slides over the
g*n grips inside.
Oh, I've never had a complaint
about a quick draw special.
Well, baste in the
patches and show him.
Oh, yeah, the patches.
Right away.
Yeah, quick.
I just don't like
it, Mr. Murdock.
I mean, that fancy vest and
those city slicker pants?
Now that you've gotten
rid of the vigilantes,
you've got a reputation.
Dress up to it, man.
Now let Tommy have
the coat, huh?
I'm not going to have
the marshal of Wichita
dressed like a busted cowhand.
All right.
The cowhands are going
to think I've gone fancy.
And that quick draw coat's just
liable to get myself k*lled.
I don't know.
That's fine.
Now you look like the
marshal of Wichita.
Ooh!
Like lightning he draws.
An hour's practice and
you'll be just as fast as you
were with the old clothes.
But I just may not
have an hour to practice.
I'll have to wear the
coat in back of the g*ns.
Oh, but Mr. Earp, that
will spoil the lines.
If I'm going to
wear that coat,
that's the way it's
going to have to be.
Oh, but it looks so
dressy the other way!
Tommy, you want me
dressed to k*ll, huh?
Hmm.
Well, cinched in this vest
and this actor's frock coat,
I may be dressed to be k*lled.
So give me half a
chance, anyway, will you?
Well, all right.
Whatever you say.
[g*nshots]
That'll take
care of you, Earp.
I thought you'd
come a-running.
Buff Yancy, is that his name?
That's right.
Never heard of him, Pete.
Did you?
No, but boys in his line
of work use a lot of names.
Where is he?
He's in his room.
I told him to stay there
until you could talk to him.
Let's go see him.
Where's your g*n?
Well, here in the rack.
Why?
I have to know
if he's really fast
and can sh**t as
good as you say.
You'd better get it.
Howdy, Graham.
Hello, Mr. Bennett.
We're making a little
visit on one of your guests.
No trouble.
He's a friend.
Yes, sir.
I don't want Earp to
find out about this.
Understand?
Yes, sir.
He gave us vigilantes
a bad time in court,
and we mustn't forget it.
[knocking on door]
It ain't locked.
Mr. Yancy, this
is Mr. Bennett.
All right.
Pete tells me you're
quite a gunfighter.
I do all right.
You put a head on Wyatt
Earp a couple of times?
Beat him on every draw,
if that's what you mean.
Why didn't you k*ll him?
No reason to.
Isn't he something, Dave?
Even had the drop on Earp
and he never k*lled him.
Just slapped him in the
face and took his g*n away.
It doesn't make sense.
Nobody was paying
him to, he says.
Why all the chatter?
You fellas ask me here to talk
about that pea-sh**ting marshal
of yours?
You talk like Wyatt
was fast with a g*n.
If you made Earp
pull in his horns,
why wasn't there talk about it?
Wyatt didn't tell.
Why did you wait
so long to tell?
Nothing to brag about.
Any more stupid questions?
Keep your hands away from that.
I wasn't doing
nothing, Mr. Yancy.
I was just telling Dave--
Take it easy, son.
You look pretty fast.
Earp's pretty fast.
But you do it
quicker, don't you?
You're boring me.
And $ , would that bore you?
Yeah.
bore you?
Yeah.
, mightn't.
When I pay that kind of
money, I want to be sure.
Earp buffaloed me once.
I want to be sure I'm hiring
a man who can revenge me.
I like to see what
I'm buying, Mr. Yancy.
Yeah, Dave ain't hiring
nobody to commit suicide.
All right.
Stand over there.
Go on.
Mr. Bennett, you got to
[inaudible] One g*n apiece.
Is that a stopwatch?
For $ , , I want Earp
taken care of real good.
I'm not sending you against
him if you're an easy mark.
You say that real nice.
All set, Dave.
All right.
When I say go, go.
[click]
I don't believe it.
He's too old.
What was his time, Dave?
It's a deal, Yancy.
, in cash on the bed.
Oh, no.
now, and --
, on the bed.
Are you sure you
don't want to count it?
If it ain't right, I'll
g*n you instead of Earp.
Marshal Earp?
That you, Marshal?
I hardly recognized
you all dressed up.
Say, Dave Bennett's
telling it around,
there's a fellow here in town
who says he put a hit on you.
Oh?
What's his name?
Buff Yancy, Dave says.
Buff Yancy?
Well, thank you, sir.
Mr. Marshal Earp,
Mr. Marshal Earp.
Oh, hi, Henry.
How's your father?
He's fine.
Gee, thanks for getting
us back our horses.
Don't mention it.
Gosh, you're
going to a funeral?
[chuckling]
Well I hope not.
Well, you sure dress like it.
Yeah.
Well, what I came to tell
you, better look at how you
go into Dave Bennett's saloon.
There's a gunslinger in there,
and he's bragging after you.
Oh?
Is his name Yancy, Buff Yancy?
Don't know his name.
Just a big, mean-looking man.
Well, thank you, Henry.
We'll both look out for him, OK?
OK.
Now, you run along.
Wyatt, there's
a fellow looking
for you by the name of--
- Yeah, I know.
Buff Yancy.
Yeah.
You know him?
Not by that name, no.
Did anybody ever put a
head on you in gunplay?
Not that I recall.
I didn't think so.
Yancy checked into
the Wichita Hotel.
You know where he's from?
Registered from Abilene.
Clerk says he palled it up
in a bar with Pete Gammel.
Had a talk in his room
with Pete and Dave Bennett.
Oh.
Dave Bennett and the vigilantes
never give up, do they?
Well, you'd better
wait here, Mr. Murdock.
Oh, no.
If you get k*lled, I want
the story quick for my paper.
Thanks.
I'm looking for
a Mr. Buff Yancy.
Right here.
Are you really Mr. Yancy?
You know me, Earp.
We've never met
before, Mr. Yancy.
You're a liar.
Oh, now I hope you
don't mean that, do you?
Give me a chance to
get my g*ns off the rack,
and I'll show you.
All right.
But let's make it legal.
I'll wait outside and give you
time to buckle on your g*ns.
And you come out and submit
to arrest or make your play.
Fair enough?
Suits me fine.
He's wearing a tailcoat.
First time I ever
saw him with one.
It's bound to slow him up.
Fast or slow, I'll handle him.
Don't bet on that.
I'll take him fast.
What are you so scared about?
Don't try to hide, Earp.
Come on.
Step out and take
what you got going.
I hate to say it, but
Mr. Marshal Earp ducked
into the alley, Mr. Yancy.
Do me a favor, kid.
Yes, sir.
Tell Earp he
can't hide forever.
And I aim to g*n him on sight.
Yes, sir.
Why don't you go after him?
Get shot in the back?
He's a marshal.
Let him come after me.
He'll have to do that or
be laughed out of town.
I still think you
should have gunned him.
I'm sure that's what
Dave Bennett figured.
What Dave figures
I try not to do.
You know, this Yancy
just doesn't make sense.
He ran a bluff on you in
front of a lot of people.
Sure, but why?
You can't afford to let that
stick, Wyatt, and stay marshal.
I'm afraid I'm
gonna have to let it
stick for a while, Mr. Murdock.
Why?
They'll think you're
afraid of Yancy.
Come on.
Use your head.
Use my head?
It's as simple as ABC.
How can you control
the hoodlums if you let
Yancy get away with his bluff.
You just can't wear that
badge and duck this issue.
Every drunken cowhand in Wichita
will start gunning for you.
Don't you see?
Mr. Murdock, you sure don't
know much about gunslingers.
Oh, sure.
Yancy doesn't make sense.
I suppose you do.
Well, maybe not.
Not yet.
I sent my Deputy
Davis down to see
if he could recognize Yancy.
I sure couldn't.
What'll that get you?
Well, a real
gunslinger wouldn't
let me get more than three
steps into that saloon.
Yancy checked his
g*ns, and he gave me
a chance to invite him outside.
He also gave me a chance
to duck out of the fight.
And top g*ns just don't
operate that way, Mr. Murdock.
Do you think Bennett only
hired him to run a bluff?
No, Bennett wants me k*lled
for breaking up his vigilantes.
And he also knows that
I know he's a crook.
But Yancy is a
liar and a fake.
That it?
Well, he's a liar because
I never saw him before.
But I'm going to have to
find out whether he's a fake.
How'd you like to be a
mighty big help, Mr. Murdock,
by trying to get
a line on Yancy?
Anything, Wyatt.
But you've got to work fast.
Marshal Earp, Marshal Earp.
He says you can't hide forever.
He says he'll g*n you on sight.
Thanks, Henry.
Now, you push along.
I don't want you
getting yourself hurt.
Gosh, you sure ain't
scared of him, are you?
Sure I'm scared.
I'm awful scared.
Now you go tell him I said that.
Well, I'll tell him.
It'll take hours, maybe
days to get a line on him.
Let's just go sh**t them
and have it over with.
Is that what you
brought me to Wichita for?
But he's a k*ller!
He's hired out to Bennett.
He-- Just wound
him, buffalo him.
Do something.
I like Yancy.
What?
There's always a big reason
why a man brags that much.
Oh?
There's something that goes
on in a man's eyes when he
challenges you to a gunfight.
I don't know exactly
what it is, Mr. Murdock,
but you catch a glimmer
of what he really is.
For him, it might be the
last few seconds of truth.
All right.
You like Yancy.
Why?
Well, he just doesn't
have that real k*ller look.
Oh, he acted tough,
talked tough,
but his eyes told me he was
driving himself to the job.
If it ever came to
a real showdown,
I just couldn't wound him.
He'd want to go all the way.
I'd have to k*ll him.
And that isn't a
good marshal's job.
All right, Wyatt.
I'll get right to work on it.
Thanks.
I'm going to go down and check
out the rest of my deputies.
Maybe one of them
has heard of Yancy.
Is that right?
Thanks, Gus.
We sure got Earp hunting
for a whole, Yancy.
Yes, sir.
He hid out in
Murdock's office,
then hightailed it over to jail.
Probably begging his
deputies to protect him.
[laughter]
[tapping]
Big favor to ask, Mr. Murdock.
From Mr. Earp.
Thought we better not
send us through the wire
down at the station.
Will you send the
telegram for us?
Sure.
What are you doing,
going outside of Wichita
for information?
This time we are, sir.
Put on the wire, will you?
[tapping]
[g*nshots]
[shouting]
You hear that?
I told you what would happen.
Yeah, I know, you told me.
You hear any news from Arkansas?
Never heard of Buff Yancy.
No record.
Nothing in the newspaper files.
All right.
I guess the time's run out.
But there was a family in
Arkansas as Davis remembered.
Had a boy named Calvin
Turner, called Bud.
Deserter from the w*r.
Family no good, and
this boy no better.
I'd like to know more
about these people, Davis.
Did they work steady?
Were they pleasant to people?
They send their kids to school?
What do you remember?
Well, there's not
much I can remember.
The old man was grouchy
and kicked the kids around.
This-- this Bud, was
he handy with g*ns?
Must have learned something
about them in the army.
Otherwise, he was shy and timid.
Went off to w*r young.
Probably made him more timid.
Mr. Davis, you know where
Mr. Yancy's g*ns are?
In his room.
He don't trust public racks.
Can you get a pass
key to that room?
Yes, sir.
Let's go.
Watch the hall.
Earp isn't coming after you.
Never expected him to.
Well, I think it's about
time you went after him.
Sure.
Might as well get it over with.
I'll kick in that jail door--
Good evening, Mr. Yancy.
You do have a little nerve.
Where are your g*ns?
In my room.
Good.
We'll settle it there.
Alone.
Take your time, Mr. Yancy.
I'm in no hurry.
You better be.
You'd better check
your g*ns, Mr. Yancy.
[click]
[click]
Any time.
You're a brave man, Mr. Turner.
Don't be foolhardy.
I'm going all the way!
[clicking]
Dead cartridges!
Well, give me
what's coming to me!
Your real name Bud Turner?
Helena, Arkansas?
Yeah.
[thud]
What happened to
you during the w*r?
I was afraid.
I ran away.
Well, everybody's afraid
at one time or another, Bud.
It's only common
sense to be afraid.
They punish you
for running away?
No.
The living ones didn't notice,
only my dead friends saw me.
You think they accuse you?
I don't know.
But sooner or later,
a man accuses himself.
So I hit the trail
and I bought me g*ns.
I wandered around, trying to be
brave enough to face a fight.
Found out it's the
only way to exist.
You faced it.
With dead cartridges
and a slow draw.
I came to Wichita because
I heard you were the best.
That was brave, Mr. Turner.
I did draw against the drop.
That was stupid.
Sure was.
Why didn't you sh**t?
I might have been
a m*rder*r if I had.
See, I got a key to your
room, and I came in and put
dummy cartridges in your g*ns.
Now, just one more thing.
Did you take money
from Mr. Bennett?
Yeah.
$ , .
Stuffed it under the rug.
You had quite a little
personal problem, didn't you?
All right.
You proved to yourself you have
a lot of courage, haven't you?
I tried to.
You know, I had a cousin once.
Devil of a fear lived
inside of him for years
until one day he had to face it.
Like you did.
You're no coward, Mr. Turner.
You proved you had
a lot of courage.
Now give yourself a
little extra proof.
Return this to Mr. Bennett.
Yes, sir.
Been up there an
awful long time.
I haven't heard any shots.
I think I'll go check.
Did you get him?
No.
Yancy, what's the
matter with you?
Yancy!
Don't anybody mess
with Wyatt Earp.
He was faster than me.
And he'll handle any of you.
[g*nshots]
All right, the fun's over!
Throw your g*ns in the road!
[g*nsh*t]
Ugh!
Man, get off that horse!
I'm glad to see
you, Mr. McCready.
Pick up their g*ns
and start in the jail.
Help this man!
Where you heading, Mr. Turner?
Arkansas, I reckon.
Well, Helena's a good town.
I hope you settle there.
Yes, sir, Mr. Earp.
I can handle things from now on.
Wyatt, what happened?
Nothing much.
You know, that tailor did an
awful nice job on this coat.
Yeah, but that k*ller, Yancy?
Well, like I told you,
there's always a big reason
why a man brags that much.
Right now nice fellow,
once I got to know him.
He took off for Arkansas.
NARRATOR: (SINGING) 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 for ever
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!
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