The Life and Legend
of Wyatt Earp
- Lou, if you got any sense at
all, you'll get some rest.
- I...
I can't sleep.
- You'd better.
We'd better save our
strength for tomorrow.
- I'll have plenty.
Right after they holler "Lunch".
You get those--
- No need to go over
it anymore, Lou.
I'll handle my end. Relax.
- I won't be relaxed until...
I've settled up with the
skunk that put me in here.
- You've been talkin'
about this Wyatt Earp,
and what you're gonna
to do him, for years.
So where do you think
will be the first place
they look for you?
Dodge City. That's where.
- Let 'em look.
Maybe they'll even find me.
But not 'til I paid
Earp what I owe him.
♪♪ 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 ♪♪
- Ah!
Afternoon, Mr. Hogan.
- Hello, Marshal.
- How are things?
- Oh, real quiet, Marshal.
Marshal, I've been
meaning to ask you--
- If you could take over
the night shift, Mr. Hogan?
- Yes, sir.
- Pretty soon. Pretty soon.
- Is it always so
quiet, Marshal?
- Not always, but this
is the way I like it.
And you will too
before too long.
- You're about to
lose a button there.
- Oh yeah.
Thank you.
You know, one of these days,
somebody's going to invent a
button that won't come off.
Any interesting mail?
- Usual stuff.
Nothing urgent.
- Well, you're off duty.
And it's a nice
Saturday afternoon.
Hal and I can handle--
Hadn't I heard something about
you and that pretty young widow?
What's her name? Um...
- It's only wishful
thinking, Marshal.
I can't hardly get
her to talk to me.
- Heh heh!
Well, maybe you're using
the wrong approach, hmm?
- Maybe.
Well, I'm not alone.
Evidently every other
bachelor in Dodge
is using the wrong
approach too.
[ Door opens ]
- Marshal! This just
came in for you.
- Thank you, Mr. Rankin, but
there's no need for such haste.
- Read it, Marshal.
- All right. But just sit
down and rest yourself.
- I can't. I gotta get
back to the telegram.
- Something bad, Marshal?
- Oh, a fellow by the
name of Lou Dundee
just escaped from a road g*ng.
- The warden says he's positive
Dundee's headed for Dodge City.
He says he's after you!
- Maybe.
Mr. Hogan, after you're
a law man for a while,
you'll find out you just
can't help making enemies.
- Well, you put more lawbreakers
in jail than the others.
- Well, I prefer
that to k*lling them.
- Yes, sir.
Marshal, this man Dundee. He's--
- If he hasn't changed since
I sent him to prison
and comes here,
I'll send him back.
- Yes, sir.
Afternoon, Marshal.
- Afternoon, Mr. Hogan.
- Come in, please.
[ Door opens ]
- Hello, Marshal.
- Good afternoon.
I'll be with you
in a moment, sir.
- Thank you. No hurry.
Well, Mr. Hogan. Looks like you
have the same problem I have.
It must be an occupational
disease, hmm?
- There you are, Mr. Hogan.
That's the fourth
one this week.
- Heh heh.
Thank you, Ma'am. It's--
Thank you, Mrs. Phillips.
Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.
- Marshal.
- Is there something I can
help you with, Marshal?
- Yes'm, I think there is.
- Another button?
- I'm afraid so.
- I declare, in the short
time I've been in Dodge City,
I've seen more
buttons come loose
than I believed was possible.
- Well, I...
I think I can understand
it, Mrs. Phillips.
- Would you take off your
coat please, Mr. Earp?
- Hmm? Oh. Sure.
I'm sorry.
It's... There it is,
right there.
- Uh-hmm.
This button's been
sown on before, I see.
- I'm afraid so, and...
by an amateur.
- You?
- Yes'm.
I'm a bachelor, you know?
- Yes, I know.
Excuse me.
Ha ha!
My hand seems a
bit unsteady today.
- Well, maybe you're tired.
- Maybe.
Hmm...
- There, you got it.
Are you...
You planning to make Dodge City
your home, Mr. Phillips?
- I haven't decided
yet, Mr. Earp.
My husband spoke so often
about going west...
- Well, I can
understand how he felt.
- I'm sorry Mr. Phillips
didn't live to see
his dreams come true.
- So am I.
- Thank you.
He was a good, kind man.
Almost like a father to me.
Quite a bit older than I.
But a wonderful, gentle man.
There you are, Marshal.
- Thank you very much.
That was quick.
- Um-hmm.
Oh, you have a thread hanging.
- That's all right.
I can fix it.
- Just hold still.
There now.
That'll stay put
for a good long time.
- I'm sure it will.
Mrs. Phillips, I'd like to--
- To pay me for it?
Oh, for one little button?
- If somebody performs a
service, you ought to...
- Well, think
of it as a favor.
From one friend to another.
- Well, thank you
kindly, Ma'am.
- You're welcome.
Of course, if your lady friend
should require any dressmaking
you might mention my name.
- I'm all alone, Mr. Phillips.
- Oh.
I know how you feel...
...being all alone too.
- It's kind of
an unhappy state.
I'd be honored to be allowed
to do something about
it, Mrs. Phillips.
- I'd...
I'd like to think
about that, Mr. Earp.
- I'd like you to
think about it.
Good day, Ma'am.
- Good day.
- Ah. Howdy, Mr. Burns.
How are the children?
- Fine, thank you.
- You know, it's
a nice, quiet day.
- Quietest Saturday I've
seen in a long while.
Say, did your deputy
catch up with you yet?
- Hal? No, why?
- Came busting in here
or times looking for you.
- I'll just sit around here
and wait for him then.
Could I trouble you
for a cup of coffee?
- No trouble.
Sit right down, Marshal.
- Thank you.
- Wyatt...
You know that prisoner that
escaped yesterday, Dundee?
We got a telegram
about him from Wichita.
He broke into a store,
stole a couple of g*ns,
p*stol-whipped a livery
stable man and stole a horse.
- Hmm... Could identify
him as Dundee positively?
- The livery stable
man is about % sure.
He may be here right now!
- Thank you, Mr. Burns.
- Look, Wyatt. I found Hogan,
put him back on duty.
I think we ought to put on at
least or extra deputies.
- Now Hal, just
take it easy.
You do that and rumors are going
to start flying all over town.
And this is good coffee.
- Please let me put on a couple
of extra men just in case!
- All right, if it'll
make you feel better.
- Oh, it will.
- Just keep it
very quiet, huh?
- I wish you had
the good sense
to get a little
frightened once in a while.
- Good evening, Marshal.
- Mrs. Phillips!
What are you doing out on
the street at this hour?
- Oh, just getting
a breath of air.
Is something wrong, Marshal?
- Well, do you know
what time it is?
- Oh, somewhere around
midnight. I couldn't sleep.
I didn't think I'd disturb
anyone. I'm sorry.
- Well, um...
I'll walk you home.
Where are you staying?
Over at the Dodge House?
- Yes, sir.
- Come on.
- I said I was sorry.
You're still angry
with me, aren't you?
- Well, I'm trying
to be, but...
it isn't easy!
- Ha! Good!
- I'm sure you haven't
got any enemies, but...
this is still the west
and unfortunately there's
still some bad people.
- Are you looking for one now?
- You never can tell.
Now why don't you go upstairs
and try and get some sleep?
- All right.
Oh, I...
I thought it over,
what you said.
- I beg your pardon?
- About it not being a good
thing, my being alone.
- Tonight proves that.
- Well, I've decided to let
you do something about it,
like you asked.
- Oh, that's wonderful!
If it's all right with you, I'll
call on you tomorrow evening.
- Well, I was thinking about
tomorrow afternoon,
right after church.
It would be a lovely
day for a picnic, and--
- Mrs. Phillips--
- My name is Barbara.
May I call you Wyatt?
- I'd be honored.
Now, I think you
ought to go inside.
- What about the picnic?
- Sounds fine.
- I'll expect you tomorrow
afternoon at : .
Good night, Wyatt.
- Good night, Ma'am.
Uh... Barbara.
Barbara?
- Now, you both
seen this picture.
You sure you'll recognize him?
- I'm sure.
- Pick out a spot on the
main road from Wichita.
Hole up there where
you can't be seen and--
[ Door opens ]
- Well...
Good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning, Marshal.
- Ah, did you two
get any sleep?
- I napped a little.
- Oh, I'm not tired, Marshal.
- Good. Maybe you'll do a big
favor for me, Mr. Hogan.
- Oh, I'd be glad to.
- I made an appointment
with a mutual acquaintance
to accompany her
on a picnic today.
And I won't be able to make it
and I was wondering if
you'd substitute for me.
- Oh, uh...
Well, Marshal...
Come to think of it, I
guess I am kind of tired.
I don't think I'd be very good
company for Mrs. Phillips.
- Hmm. Sam?
- No, don't look at
me, Marshal. I'm married.
- So is Bob.
Look, you go
on duty at : .
Nothing's gonna happen
while you're away.
- Hmm...
And just to make sure of that,
you stay on duty yourself,
and put on a couple
extra deputies, huh?
No, I'll--
[ Knocking ]
- I'll get it.
- Hello, Mrs. Phillips Ma'am.
- Hello, Mr. Hogan.
Is the marshal inside?
- Yes, Ma'am.
I'll get him.
- Thank you.
- Marshall...
- All right.
- It's : , Wyatt.
- So it is, Barbara. I...
I was just on my
way over to see you.
- Thought I'd save
you the trouble.
Lunch is all packed and
it's a beautiful day.
- Barbara, I'm very sorry,
but I'm not going to be
able to go with you today.
- But... you promised!
- Well, I know I did, but...
Well, something came up
and I can't leave town.
Maybe next week, hmm?
- I was looking forward so
much to this afternoon, I...
- Oh, don't cry. Please.
- I beg your pardon, Wyatt.
But I think we can take
care of any emergencies
that might come up
while you're away.
- Maybe you're right, Hal.
Come on.
We'll be over in the
grove if you need me.
- Right.
See you later.
Come on, boy!
This is wonderful.
You know, I don't know when
I've had a meal like that.
- Well, I had some
help from the hotel.
- That hotel never
made a pie like this.
- I'm glad you
enjoyed it, Wyatt.
- Here, I'll give
you a hand.
- No, this is a woman's job.
Now, I want to know
all about Wyatt Earp.
Not the marshal of Dodge City.
I can read about
him in the papers.
- He's the only one I know.
- No, he isn't.
I want to know
where you came from.
What kind of a boy you were.
- Well...
You're kind of
curious, aren't you?
- I'm interested.
- Well, I was born
in Monmouth, Illinois.
When I was we all
moved out to California
and settled in San Bernardino.
Came by wagon train.
- Did you love your parents?
Were you close to them?
- I loved them very much.
We had a good home life.
Mom and Dad, my two sisters...
Jim, Morgan, Virgil, Newton...
those are my brothers.
We had just about the right
mixture of family discipline,
and young male
independence, I'd say.
How about you, Barbara?
- Well, what young life
I had was wonderful.
I didn't have
very much, though.
Both my parents
died before I was .
- I'm sorry.
- [Mrs. Phillips]: My father
was a horse trader.
I had a pony of my own,
and now they're both dead.
- You've had a lot of shock
for someone so young.
Believe me, these things take
time, but you get over them.
You know something?
You're too
beautiful to be sad.
I know you can smile,
because I've seen you.
It's just about the
prettiest sight I ever saw.
- Do you really
think I'm beautiful?
- Very.
- Then...
...why don't you...
hold me?
- Oh, Barbara...
- Stand up!
I'm going to k*ll you.
But first I want
you to know why.
Stand perfectly still and keep
your hand away from your g*n.
- I wouldn't use
it on you anyway.
- I'm not a widow,
I've never been married.
My name is not Phillips.
It's Clements
Does that name
mean anything to you?
You k*lled my father!
- I've known a lot of men
by the name of Clements,
but I've never
k*lled any of them.
- You sent him to prison.
The same as k*lling
if they're innocent!
- I don't decide
innocence or guilt.
That's up to a judge and jury.
- My father's name
is Martin Clements.
- I remember him.
I caught him in the act of
robbing the Wichita Bank.
- You're lying.
The Clements family
had a bad name,
so you saw your chance when
my father went to Wichita.
He was a cattle man.
He was in the bank
making a deposit.
And you wounded him.
You sent him to prison for
years and it k*lled him.
An innocent man.
He died in less than years.
- Miss Clements, I'm going to
have to tell you the truth
about your father.
He was a cattle man, in a sense.
But he was a rustler too,
among other things.
He and others were robbing
the bank when I saw him.
I wounded him, yes, because
he was sh**ting at me.
I could have k*lled
him, but I didn't.
- You're lying to try to save
your life, but it won't work!
- I'm telling the truth
to save my life,
and to keep you from
being a murderess.
- Nobody will suspect me.
I'll say somebody
shot you from hiding.
- All right.
Get it over with.
- Turn around!
- No.
I want to see it
when it happens.
- Turn around, I said!
I can't do it!
I can't!
- It's all right, Miss!
There's somebody
here who can.
- Mr. Dundee, isn't it?
- That's right.
Move out of the
line of fire, Miss!
[ Cocks g*n ]
Go on!
- Put down that g*n, Mr. Dundee.
You're not a k*ller.
- You're wrong there!
I wasn't before you
sent me up, but I am now!
- Can I talk to
you for a minute?
- Go ahead!
I'd like to hear you begging.
- I'm not begging, Mr. Dundee.
I just want to tell you a
little bit about sh**ting.
In a few seconds, if you
don't drop that g*n,
I'm going to jump.
You don't know which
way I'm going to go,
so you'll probably miss.
At least your first shot
isn't going to k*ll me.
Meantime, I'll be sh**ting
at you, and I'm not bluffing.
- I won't miss.
I've waited too
many years to miss.
For years, months, and
days I've waited for this!
You're gonna have
to k*ll me this time!
I ain't never going
back to that...
Ugh!
- You all right,
Miss Clements?
- Dundee!
Is he dead?
- No.
I want to use your
horse, Mr. Hogan.
Dundee's horse is probably
in the bushes someplace.
I'd appreciate it if
you'd drive Miss--
Mrs. Phillips back to town.
I'll pack the prisoner.
- Sure, Marshal.
You and Mrs. Phillips,
you're all right?
- Yes, thank you.
Here's your g*n,
Mrs. Phillips.
I'm glad you didn't
have to use it.
- You mean,
she tried to...
She helped you?
- If she hadn't
distracted Mr. Dundee,
I'd probably be dead by now.
[ Knocking ]
Come in.
- I'm going away.
I wanted to tell you...
I mean...
I don't seem able
to find the words.
- Oh, it's not necessary
to say anything. I...
I think I know what you feel.
- I don't know what I feel.
About you.
I don't know whether
I hate you or...
My father.
You were telling me the truth.
But he was still my father.
And I loved him very much.
- I know.
- Maybe we'll meet
again someday.
Somewhere.
And if we do,
I hope we both will have
forgotten all of this.
I mean...
I'm sorry.
- Well, I...
I've already forgotten it.
Most of it.
Some things I'd
like to remember.
- Good bye.
Good bye, Wyatt.
- Good bye, Barbara.
♪♪ 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 ♪