♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
Oh, Wyatt!
Wyatt Earp!
- Oh, is it really you?
- Ah, Mrs. Geraghty. How are ya?
Sure it's me.
You sent for me?
Oh, I sent for you, but
I didn't think you'd come.
So many years,
and all the way from Kansas.
Ah, you folks
are friends of mine.
Now, what's all this
about Mr. Geraghty?
And I ought to know Geraghty,
being married odd years.
I tell you, the man's afraid
making that run to Amarillo.
- Yes, afraid.
- I can hardly believe that.
Well, I'm still trying
not to believe it.
If he'd tell me what set him off
on such a black Irish fury.
But he just keeps saying,
"I'm done for. My last run.
You'll soon be a widow,
poor dear."
Now, what kind of talk is that
from Rawhide Geraghty.
Well, maybe it's just
a superstitious notion.
I'll tell you what.
I'll go in there and talk
to Mr. Geraghty alone.
Now, remember,
you didn't send for me.
I just happened
to be drifting through
heard you were here,
and stopped to say, "hello."
And I'll stay out here
and say a few prayers.
There's only one thing left.
I will resign.
[knocking on door]
Busy, Martha. Later.
(Wyatt)
'It's Wyatt Earp,
Mr. Geraghty.'
- Who?
- 'Earp. Wyatt Earp.'
Blast.
Hmm. You haven't
changed much.
Go and visit with Martha
for awhile, I'm busy.
She's busy too.
What is this?
The run-around?
That it is. I hate
the sight of you, Wyatt.
Why, Mr. Geraghty?
We used to be old friends.
You still got your nerve,
ain't ya?
Well, these Fargo boys from
Dodge keep up bragging to me.
You'd take 'em with g*ns
or fists, don't ya?
Now, get out of here, boy.
There's no courage in this room.
I despise everyone
of your kinds.
Yeah.
They, uh...they told me
that you'd changed.
- Who is, "they"?
- Oh, word gets around.
Huh. He didn't know
it was showing.
What are you scared of,
Mr. Geraghty?
It's...ah, never mind!
I got to write
an important letter.
The most important letter
of my life.
(male # )
'Yeah! Hah!'
There's the
Amarillo stage comin' in.
Oh, go visit
with somebody else.
Alright, Mr. Geraghty.
[dramatic music]
Well, Mr. Denman. Didn't expect
to see you in these parts.
- Oh, Mr. Brooks too.
- Wyatt, what're you doing here?
Thought you were
a marshal at Dodge.
Well, guess I am, but..
I just came by to have a
chore with Rawhide Geraghty.
- Did he tell you the big news?
- No.
Tomorrow is
Rawhide's last run.
Yeah, the company's retiring
him with a pension.
They're having quite
a ceremony in Amarillo
with two vice presidents
and our chief counsel.
I see. Why don't we go have
a little toast to Mr. Geraghty?
- I'll treat.
- But not milk I hope.
Well, you gentlemen
can name your own poison.
So, that's why we're here.
Was there any trouble
on this route?
Well, there's always trouble
between here and Amarillo.
There's an Apache
warning posted.
Geranemo's supposed to be
on the pride again.
Well, I thought they always
raided north from Arizona.
Let's hope
they stick to that.
It'll be tough if anything went
sour on Geraghty's last run.
Tough? With all the brass
waiting in Amarillo to give
Excuse me, gentlemen.
I promised Mr. Geraghty
that I'd help him make out
a report he's working on.
You know how he hates paperwork.
Oh, yeah.
[knocking on door]
(Wyatt)
'Mr. Geraghty, I'm back.'
[sighs]
Well, nobody on the stage
you could join with?
Hey, uh...how come
you didn't tell me
that tomorrow is going
to be your last run?
That they're throwing you
this big hurrah in Amarillo.
Who told ya?
Brooks and Denman.
They came in from Amarillo.
God! That big mouth.
I ain't even told Martha yet
Say, uh...you hear
the Apaches were up?
Well, what's that to you?
Well, they asked me to ride
shotgun with you tomorrow.
Well, the company didn't
say anything about Indians.
Fine trick they
pulled on me. They..
I just didn't bargain
to fight Geranemo.
- You? You're scared?
- Well, sure I'm scared.
What sensible man
wouldn't be scared?
Hey, uh...
we carrying passengers?
- No, just bullion and freight.
- Fine. Real fine.
Your last run,
if anything happens..
Look. Um, we'll both
bank off, huh?
You make some excuse
about being sick
and I'll make some excuse
about going back to Dodge.
Say! You're really scared.
- Boy, you got the shakes.
- I'm superstitious. That's all.
Well, on my last days
as Marshall in Wichita..
I thought sure I'd get.
As far as I can
get themselves another shot.
Whoa, wait. You can't do that.
You can't back outta this.
I'm scared too, but I'm driving
that stage to Amarillo.
Now, there's some things a man
can do and some he can't do.
- We hopes to stay a man.
- Yes, sir. But, you see--
Martha. This ain't
the same boy we used to know.
- Ah, he's run out of sand.
- Well, now, Jack.
Welsh Sargus invited him to ride
shotgun with me tomorrow.
And now, he wants to beg out.
Wyatt, I-I can't believe
you'd do that. Why, I..
I can't think
you'd do such a thing.
- No, ma'am. I just can't.
- That's more like it.
I'll go ahead and talk with
Brooks and Denman, they..
I just don't want any special
agent follow-up on this.
Huh? You know, Martha.
He's part Irish.
And he got some
superstitious idea in his head
- I had to shame him outta it.
- Good for you, Jack.
Well, he's been through
a lot in Dodge.
- He's nervous and jumpy.
- Ha! I'll help him outta it.
Nothing like a good tongue
lashing to cure the shakes.
Don't you worry, Martha.
I'll take care of him.
If the Apaches do jump us,
it'll be in the first miles
before the Texas border.
Mr. Geraghty and I would like
these six extra horses
stationed right down
the trail about miles.
Nobody told us
you'd be riding shotgun.
You didn't think
I came from Dodge
just to say, "howdy"
to Rawhide, did you?
Reckon not. But that's
a mean road to Amarillo.
The idea of
extra horses is good.
- You want them every miles?
- Yeah.
Uh, by the way, does the stage
from Arizona has iron plates?
Don't think so.
Well, we can probably find
some iron around here someplace.
- Is Rawhide expecting Apaches?
- It's just another ride to him.
But to tell you the truth,
I'm kinda nervous.
You could be right too. We'll be
riding inside that stage.
- Let's find some iron.
- Yeah, I'm for it.
(Wyatt)
Be sure to bolt that iron
in there tight.
Here. Put these in there.
- You building a battleship?
- Just in case.
I got load enough for me horses
without all that iron.
Yeah, well, Brooks and I
aren't Rawhide Geraghtys.
Come on, Wyatt.
We'll leave now.
- Where's Mrs. Geraghty?
- Told her to stay inside.
I despise a weak goodbye.
(Wyatt)
Don't forget that
royal sparkler box.
- You ready down there?
- 'Yeah. All set.'
Giddy up!
Ya'll yip to Satan.
Get forward! Hiya!
- Hiya!
- Take it easy, will ya?
Still seven miles or more
to the first relieve stop.
Who's driving this cart?
Hey, they're
road agents up there ahead.
Road agents?
Be a row full. Where?
- Pull up and I'll show you.
- Ho-o! Ho!
Ho-o-o!
There they are. 'Bout yards.
In that drawer yonder.
Behind that clump of rocks.
Brooks. Denman.
'Looks like there's
trouble in the drawer yonder.'
You wanna try and run through
or make a detour?
If I leave this trail.
It'll bust an axle.
Alright, Rawhide
wants to run through them.
We'll have to fire
from both sides.
Will do it.
I suggest we keep
the horses at a trot.
If we go too fast, they're
liable to try and k*ll 'em.
I've run from all ambushes
you've seen in all your life.
Giddy up! Hiya!
That's Geraghty.
I'll stop him.
Circle and hit him
from the rear.
- They're circling. Pull up.
- No.
I said, "pull up."
Whoa!
Let him get in close.
[g*nshots]
Fine, Mr. Geraghty.
Let's get out of here.
- Brooks, Denman, you alright?
- Yeah. How's Rawhide?
- Not a scratch.
- Ha!
Ease of, okay? You don't break
an axel, you'll bust a wheel.
Shut up!
I'm driving.
(Wyatt)
Thanks, Sam. Now, get these
horses on back to town.
Good thing you sent
this a fresh team ahead.
Oh, it was
Mr. Geraghty's idea.
Take it easy, Rawhide. We're a
long way from the Texas line.
I'm driving.
Hey...those clouds yonder.
Might be apaches.
- Yeah.
- Apaches? I knew it.
First road agents
and now Giranemo.
- C'mon, let's go.
- On a double time.
Christ, it's a hard timin',
brushin' those hoodlums.
- How's that?
- I'm asking you to slow down.
Now, all Indians suspect
a gallopin' stage.
You telling me about Indians?
Mr. Geraghty, I'm reminding
you there's nothing but bad road
for the next few miles.
No place to make a stand.
If we gotta run forward, fine.
Give whoever is there a chance
to figure that we're
carrying nothing valuable.
Well, I'll try.
Hiya!
[music]
[no audio]
They're going to
cut us off from the rock.
Ah, you've seen
Indian scouts before?
They're gonna stay
out of r*fle range.
Then figure whether our money
and horses worth fighting for.
Then they'll ride back
and get help or leave us alone.
You blinded me
into this trip.
I'll say, you're
driving this stage
because you've been
a brave man all your life.
That's too late
to change your habits now.
Well, I'm gonna make
a run for them rocks. Hiya!
[music]
Alright, Mr. Geraghty,
we'll have it your way.
Heya-hai!
[no audio]
Heya!
And they're going back for help.
We better make our fight over
there in that club, before she..
Them horses ain't tired.
They can run to the next team.
No. Heya!
(Wyatt)
Ho!
Aye, Wyatt, those
Indians turned off.
Mr. Geraghty, thinks
they'll be back.
He thinks we got
to make our fight here.
C'mon, shake out
of that stage.
Mr. Geraghty, thinks we got
to use the stage as a decoy.
Thinks we gotta make
our fight in those rocks yonder.
Good idea.
C'mon, Rawhide,
don't try to be a hero.
Get down from that box
and bring your r*fle.
Ah, them Apaches!
They picked us there on purpose.
Sure, Geranemo doesn't
want you to get that pension.
Give me, my g*n.
Rawhide is always mean
tempered when he is in a fight.
You take it out
on the Apaches, huh?
They won't send
too many the first try.
We'll wait behind...
over there in those rocks.
Let 'em get in
real close. Let's go.
[music]
(Wyatt)
Two of you get in there.
Rawhide, get down over there.
Well, they come.
[music]
Let 'em get real close.
Knock 'em of the horses
and then sit tight.
Now.
[g*nshots]
Stay down!
Here they come again.
Get 'em real close,
they know we're here.
[g*nshots]
I'm gonna
abandon the bunk.
[g*nshots]
- Got some wine?
- No. Keep the heat on.
[g*nshots continue]
Oh, what happened?
Did they got me?
A b*llet greased your scarves.
The Indians are skedaddling.
- How is he?
- He is a might draggy.
C'mon, help me get
him on the box.
Maybe, he better
ride in the coach.
He's the only one who knows
the trial. He's got to drive.
Let's move.
[speaking Native American]
[music]
- Pull 'em up here.
- Heya!
(Wyatt)
Bring that team home side.
Here, Rawhide.
Have a swig of water.
Water! Oh, whiskey.
Whiskey? Aye, Wyatt,
he wants whiskey.
Don't give him any whiskey.
Give him water.
Ah, that big headed brat.
I'm driving this stage.
- I'm driving this stage!
- Alright, be quick about it.
The road runnin'
straight to Texas border.
If you don't fell up,
Wyatt Earp can drive.
I'm driving. Get a hustle on.
And hurry it up.
Oh-oh. We're doing
the best we can.
Won't you have
another swig of that water?
[screaming]
Here they come again.
Closin' up on us.
- The last day. I told you so.
- Stop thinking like that.
Horses can feel what you
think right through the rein.
- Hey, hey, hey.
- Heya!
[g*nshots]
I'll keep 'em holding.
[g*nshots continue]
To many up next time.
Mr. Denman. Start throwing
that stuff out the window.
Who's gonna pay
for all this cargo?
Welsh Sargus.
Step on!
[g*nshots]
[g*nshots continue]
- Oh, pull up there.
- What you think, you're doing?
Well, all they want is the
horses and money. They leave us.
Apaches?
Pull yourself together.
Giddyup there, boy.
Here, go! C'mon. Hey.
[g*nshots]
[g*nshots continue]
Here. Be a man
for two more minutes
and you can be a coward
for the rest of your life.
Heya!
[g*nshots]
[g*nshots continue]
Heya!
[speaking Native American]
[music]
(Wyatt)
Aye, hold on here.
I wanna check on, Mr. Denman
before we reach that station.
- How is Tim?
- Now, he can swallow.
- I'm alright, Wyatt.
- Good.
- How's Rawhide?
- Oh, he's fine.
He wants to go back
and fight some more, Apaches.
Man, he's earned
more than a pension.
He sure has, let's put
that in our report?
We sure will.
- Oh, let's go.
- Alright, heya!
[music]
Well, there's
the station up ahead.
Lot of people out there.
I guess the words out.
They'll be congratulating
you every station stop
from here to Amarillo.
Well, I'm going to
tell them the truth.
Aye, you do that.
Tell 'em, how you drove
that last quarter mile.
Bravest thing,
I ever saw a man do.
Ah, blimey.
Don't you tell 'em,
how sacred I was though.
- You wasn't.
- I was.
Heck I was, I'm glad
you didn't see it.
I fired five times at an Apache
not more then yards back.
Didn't even wing him
till the fifth shot.
Mr. Geraghty, your church has
taught you that...a dying sinner
can ask forgiveness
with his last breath.
We all stumble
one time or another.
It's how we finish, that counts.
You remember that.
Thanks, boy.
C'mon, you gold brickin'
son's of donkeys.
You can trot to the depot.
Heya! Heya!
[music]
♪ 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 life his glory ♪
♪ And long may his
story be told ♪
♪ Long may his story
♪ Be told ♪