THE LIFE AND LEGEND OF WYATT
EARP
Bring here.
What is it now?
Want permission
to sh**t this pony soldier.
Hm.
You and Wyatt Earp said
we could sh**t him
if Mr. Earp failed to come
with our money before sundown.
Sun not down yet.
We ponies, we keep our word.
Earp must keep his.
You sh**t me
and my friends will k*ll
every pony
found off the reservation.
No!
We wait till dark.
If Earp not come by then
sh**t him.
[humming]
♪ 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)
Following the Custer Battle
in June of
the army organized a service
of security and information.
In frontier times, men used
the term Secret Service.
The main objective
of secret service officers
was to keep watch
on the various Indian tribes
to forestall an outbreak
by angry red men
smoldering under
the harsh injustices
of the Indian Agency System.
As marshal of Dodge City,
Wyatt Earp found himself
caught in the cold w*r
which could at any time erupt
in the shrieking of Indian
rebels on the warpath.
[humming]
[man speaking foreign language]
Well, they must have been ponies
out of the Oklahoma territory.
They're pretty bad sh*ts
on horseback.
Say, I thought that Brave Bull
signed a treaty.
Oh, he did, but he can't
control Young Wolf.
Say, isn't that
a Buntline Special?
That's right, lieutenant.
It is.
Colt factory had a few made up
for Ned Buntline.
Maybe you're thinkin' of getting
a lot more of secret service.
It's a mighty fine g*n
especially at long range.
Of course, it's kinda
hard to conceal.
Well, the ponies have just
bought several hundred of these.
- Well, Colt only made a few.
- That's right, sir.
But some g*n peddlers are making
copies from the original.
And when Young Wolf and
his brave jump the reservation
they met the g*ng peddling
the imitation Buntline.
I thought you'd like to help us
track these counterfeiters down.
Well, you got any-any
kind of a line on them?
No, sir. I plan to ride
into the nations
and try to reach Brave Bull.
He's still top boss
of the ponies
and I don't think he approves of
Young Wolf going on warpath.
Maybe.
Of course I can't order you
to come with me
'but...you are Deputy
United States marshal and..'
You don't like the idea?
Lieutenant, how long have you
been on the West Point?
Oh, almost three years.
If you think I lack experience
in secret service work--
You sure do.
So do I, lieutenant Clark,
but what little I do know
about the Oklahoma territory
isn't good.
Now if those were ponies
who chased you into Dodge
I'm afraid you won't get past
their scouts along the border.
Now that, sir, is a risk
an army officer must take.
Why don't you stay here
until I get
further information
on the whole thing?
Sorry to have bothered you.
It would have been risky,
marshal Earp. Good day, sir.
[door closes]
He's gone. You can come in now.
Mr. Cousin, you and Mr. Brother
have been talking
about my Buntline Special.
We say buntline sh**t yard.
k*ll coyote on run.
- You say this to the pony?
- Not pony, no.
We say to Shayan.
Well, you talk too much
and in the wrong camp.
That young officer
that your pony brothers chased
to make a joke
may lose his scalp.
- Pony not hurt him, Mr. Earp.
- Yeah?
Well, he's riding south
to try and find Young Wolf.
[speaking foreign language]
[speaking foreign language]
- Young Wolf buy Buntline?
- Yeah.
Couple hundred of them
according to lieutenant Clark.
That makes me responsible.
I got to try and find Young Wolf
and the peddlers
who sold him the g*ns.
[speaking foreign language]
Young Wolf on warpath.
He's got crazy boys with him.
Well, he jumped the reservation,
but he's not on the warpath yet.
You sure?
Mr. Cousin, you and I
have been friends
too long to have
any twisted talk.
You know that Young Wolf
can't make a move
without Brave Bull
giving the word.
If you and Mr. Brother
are afraid of Young Wolf
I have to try
and locate him myself.
Young wolf bad man.
I tell Mr. Earp the truth.
We are afraid of him,
but we are your friends.
You not die alone, we die too.
Well, I'm not aiming to have
any deaths in the family.
And I'll tell you something.
I'm more scared
of the United States army
than I am of Young Wolf.
[speaking foreign language]
- You make joke?
- No.
Now the army's got a new
secret service. Scouts, spies.
They're brave but inexperienced
young men who think
that they can break up this
g*n-running business
by, well, posing as traders
like Mr. Clark did.
I will trail lieutenant Clark.
He won't find Young wolf
but...Young Wolf
will sure find him.
[humming]
You Indian agent?
- No, I'm a trader.
- What you sell?
g*ns, cartridges. Whiskey.
You stand straight
like pony solder.
[speaking foreign language]
Ring on finger.
Where is ring?
I-I sold it.
Pony soldier officer!
I have seen them
wear ring like this.
He is spy for army.
sh**t him.
[g*nshots]
(Young Wolf)
White man, get off horse.
Shayan, move back.
I'm Marshal Wyatt Earp
of Dodge City.
Mr. Cousin of Brave Bear.
'Mr. Brother With Yellow Hand.'
No fight with Shayan.
What you want?
I'm looking for bad white man
who sold g*ns
to certain Indians. Like this.
Take g*n.
Give here.
Buntline Colt.
- Oh, you recognize it, huh?
- I see picture.
A white trader have picture.
- Did you buy any?
- No.
Young Wolf is lucky.
g*ns like that no good.
Cheap imitations.
Bad men make to cheat Indian.
Why you bother me
with this talk?
My Cheyenne friends will tell
you I do not like white men
who try to cheat Indian.
g*ns like that, no good.
They blow up, k*ll Indian.
You lie. Our g*ns
as good as this.
[g*nsh*t]
Our g*ns better.
Fine.
I'll have to try and find some
bad Buntlines.
Maybe the Osage were stupid
and bought--
Quiet. I show you.
[speaking foreign language]
- White trader cheat Young Wolf?
- No.
Bring cartridges.
[speaking foreign language]
Good g*ns. Good cartridges.
k*ll coyote at yards.
Open the box.
[speaking foreign language]
You sh**t g*n.
Not in my hand.
Give me some rawhide.
[speaking foreign language]
- You play trick?
- No.
Just trying to save you from
gettin' your head blown off.
You think the g*n is so good
you try it.
No. You sh**t g*n.
[speaking foreign language]
[g*nsh*t]
[speaking foreign language]
The gunsmith
who put this together
didn't know how to ream
the barrel into the frame.
Maybe he didn't care.
Maybe he wanted you
and your men to get k*lled.
One bad g*n, rest are good.
All right, let's try
another one.
[speaking foreign language]
Young Wolf, you make big talk
about how good this g*n is.
- This time you sh**t.
- No. You sh**t.
No.
[speaking foreign language]
[g*nsh*t]
[speaking foreign language]
The cylinder iron didn't line up
the chamber with the barrel.
The b*llet split. The side blast
knocked the loading gate
in your man's hand.
I will sh**t you
along with pony soldier.
Mr. Cousin, explain to Young
Wolf that sh**ting up people
isn't gonna help him
get his money back
from the man who cheated him.
[speaking foreign language]
Howdy, lieutenant.
You still have a g*n,
why don't you do something?
I never did figure
myself to be the equal
of twelve Indians
armed with Winchesters.
You take it easy.
We can talk our way out.
I'm an officer
of the second cavalry.
Yeah, it's a good outfit too.
Morris Robert Lee
used to be its colonel.
As far as Young wolf
is concerned
you're just a pony soldier
he caught spying on his camp.
Well, it's my duty
to try to escape.
Yeah, well, not right now.
Now the army can't use
any dead officers, you know?
Mr. Brother say Young Wolf
pow-wow.
Fine.
Lieutenant, they should have
taught you something
about Indians at West point.
As long as Indians talk,
no sh**t.
And I happen to know
Brave Bull.
Didn't you trade some of his
ponies for those fake Buntlines?
True.
Now, I'm offering to arrest
the cheating peddlers
and get your money back.
No.
Well, of course, maybe
Brave Bull has changed.
Well, maybe, he doesn't
mind being cheated.
Old chief Red is
devil about this.
Well, why don't you send
for Brave Bull
let him say whether he wants
to k*ll couple of white men
or whether he wants
the price of his ponies.
I will send for Brave Bull.
But you and Cheyenne and
pony soldier are prisoners.
Fair enough.
Mr. Brother and Mr. Cousin
will turn in the r*fles. Here.
I forget about this g*n.
Why you not sh**t me?
Because you got control
of your temper.
Talk like a sensible chief.
Stay that way, Young Wolf.
[humming]
[horse neighing]
There's your judge
and jury, marshal.
You keep underestimating
Indians, lieutenant.
You could have made
a fight of it.
Oh, sure.
John Law, you come.
[humming]
The marshal is right.
White man named
Gunham Doby
sell Young Wolf cheap g*ns.
Doby?
He sells farm equipment
out of Dodge.
Also g*ns and whiskey.
Brave Bull, old man
I tell my young braves
stay on reservation.
We were wrong.
If you arrest bad white man
and give us back our money
we will return
to my father's camp.
- Good. It'll be done.
- Wait.
We hold until sun go down
second time.
'Pony soldiers
angered Young Wolf.'
They will not sh**t
while we have army officers
and Cheyenne scout.
You're giving me
until day after tomorrow?
That is right.
Brave Bull, I will need
Mr. Cousin and Mr. Brother.
Why?
They must try to buy g*ns
from Mr. Doby.
That way we will have evidence
to show our judge.
Hmm.
I can get into trouble
leaving the officer here.
- Brave Bull, I wish that--
- No!
Officer stay!
Talk is finish.
[humming]
You two belong
to Arapaho or Sioux?
We Cheyenne.
Two Moon sent us.
Two Moon mark.
That's Cheyenne, alright.
Two Moon send you
here on business?
Two Moon wanna buy handgun.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Six time.
- Also wanna buy Winchester.
- How much money?
[speaking foreign language]
Well, you count.
It's not enough.
I've got lot of g*ns to sell.
I can't risk my neck
on a piddling deal.
We get more.
How much?
Five thousand dollars.
That will buy a hundred g*ns,
you tell Two Moon.
But he'll have to pick them up
at Stage Top Eleven.
First north of Dodge.
We tell Chief.
Be back tonight.
Through the back room.
I'll show you.
[speaking foreign language]
Alright. Move along.
Get the money!
You taking quite a chance,
ain't you, boss?
It's our last deal.
Two Moon will pay .
We make delivery, pocket
the dough, then ride south.
Not into pony country I hope.
You still don't get it, Pete.
Indians never fire new g*ns
until they meet the enemy.
Well, you've steered us right
so far.
Say, you better get started
packing all the g*ns on hand
I promised those Cheyennes
they'd be a hundred.
- Buntlines and Winchesters?
- Yeah.
There's not more
than all told.
That's near enough.
For them.
[humming]
Now, as soon as Mr. Brother
and Mr. Cousin
hand the marked money
over to Gunham Doby
we'll set fire to the shack here
next to the warehouse.
Doby and his boys will try to
save those g*ns in the back room
that's where we'll take them.
There'll be
a lot of people.
But they all will be fighting
the fire in the street.
Any sh**ting will be done
in the alley.
We'll crash in the alley door.
[door opens]
Wyatt, this is Major Hendricks
of the Satan Cowboy.
- Howdy?
- Marshal Earp.
(Major Hendricks)
Where is lieutenant Clark?
Major, I had to leave him
with Brave Bull as a hostage.
- You did that?
- That's right.
Then I'll have to
arrest you, marshal.
How many soldiers
did you bring with you?
I don't need soldiers,
you're under arrest.
I'm sorry, sir.
Take his g*n.
You'll do time in federal prison
for this, Earp.
Yeah, I may at that.
I haven't got time to explain
this whole thing to you.
Will do at the warehouse.
Hal, take him into cell.
You sure, you can
pull this off, Wyatt?
Nothing's for certain,
Mr. Kelly.
Let's get going. Hal, you
and Brick catch up with us.
[humming]
[knocking on door]
You were supposed to come
through the back room.
- Did you get ?
- Half.
Two Moon says he pay other half
when you deliver g*ns.
Alright.
Count it out.
Five hundred.
Seven hundred. Hurry it up.
We ain't got all night.
(male # )
'Fire! Fire!'
The shack next door.
I gotta save those g*ns.
Alright. I'm gonna
clean out that safe.
And you Indians are
gonna get it.
Here we go.
[g*nshots]
I'll patch him up. Take
all the money out of the safe.
You dirty John Laws.
You k*lled Louie.
I can't take chances winging him
the way Wyatt does.
Here, put the cuffs
on him.
See you.
- How much do you figure?
- Enough to buy many ponies.
[knocking on door]
[speaking foreign language]
[Knocking continues]
(Kelly)
'Wyatt, are you in there?'
'Open up.'
What are you trying to do?
Set the whole town on fire?
- Fire is out, isn't it?
- Well, almost.
Little thanks to you.
Why, Mr. Doby,
what you hurting about?
Peddling g*ns and whisky.
All prisoners taken care of,
Wyatt.
Good. Take him along.
I gotta ride fast.
Hold on.
Where are you going?
To buy a man's life.
If I get there in time.
Well, what about
Major Hendricks?
Hold him for couple hours,
then let him go.
Maybe he can try me
for treason later.
[humming]
Tie to post.
What?
- What is this?
- The sun is down.
And marshal Earp has not
brought back our money.
No. Tell him to wait.
But the sun is down.
Earp agreed if he didn't come--
Sun not all way down.
Tell him to wait.
[speaking foreign language]
You're too much hurry
to k*ll soldier.
Marshal Earp says sunset.
Sun all way down.
We wait.
When we k*ll pony soldier,
we must all go on warpath.
Warpath.
All pony tribe.
Sun is down.
Tell him to sh**t.
[g*nshots]
Here's your money.
Count it.
I guess I should make
a speech of thanks.
Save it.
Climb on your horse.
I'll cover you.
Go on.
You'll keep your word.
We keep ours.
Alright. But take your young
men back to the reservation.
Unless you do that, I'll be
after you with many soldiers.
If there has to be a fight,
you will die first.
And then Young Wolf.
No fight.
Good.
Send them away.
[speaking foreign language]
How much?
A hundred ponies.
Maybe more.
Pay me.
Mr. Earp..
...I've been a fool.
Yes, sir.
But don't tell that to the army.
Never admit you're wrong,
and you'll be a colonel someday.
[humming]
[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 ♪