And be sure you spell
Earp's name wrong.
Spell it E-R-B.
Not E-A-R-P.
- Yes, Mr. Dameron.
- Shut up.
A boy-boy gunslinger
from Kansas
has been hired to wear
a star in our city.
This fella Erb..
...has just att*cked
two honest cowboys
and thrown them into jail
for some harmless high spirits
on Alan Street.
How long will the
honest cowboys of Pima County
allow these outrages to go on?
Mr. Cameron?
My name is Dameron.
Can you read or spell?
Very well, Mr. Dameron.
My name is Earp.
E-A-R-P, not E-R-B.
For your information, these
honest cowboys were Clanton men.
They got drunk and
sh*t up Alan Street.
I'm not afraid of you
and your g*ns.
I'm a newspaper man.
And I'll tell you something.
Go ahead.
Those cowboys
got drunk on pooka.
You know what pooka is?
Yeah, it's a Mexican drink.
Yes. And this newspaper
happens to know that settlers
from The Indian Bureau
are peddling this stuff.
Two of them over in
the Mexican quarters.
- Well, I didn't know that.
- 'You know it now.'
And I'll catch up to 'em.
That's my job.
And some day, your lies
are gonna catch up to you.
[Ken Darby singing
"The Legend Of Wyatt Earp"]
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
(narrator)
"The Life and Legend
of Wyatt Earp"
starring Hugh O'Brian.
[instrumental music]
Tombstone had two newspapers.
The Nugget and The Epitaph.
The Nugget was the tool
of the Ten Percent Ring
and hated Wyatt Earp.
But The Epitaph printed the
truth in journalistic history.
Wyatt had assumed that even
though it opposed him
The Nugget would be fair
in routine dealings.
But he learned that
very few people in Tombstone
were fair about anything.
Alright, men,
now step up here
and let's get a little bit
of this pooka.
Yes. Perhaps a little bit of
pooka worth a quart of whiskey.
Thank you very much.
It's a drink for men.
We're real men.
Come on up here and get
your whiskey. Let's go.
[horse galloping]
[shouting]
[g*nsh*t]
Hold it.
Hand up a cup of that.
[stammering]
Is it too strong, Johnny Law?
You boys got a license?
No, sir. We don't.
You know there's a law against
selling liquor without license.
'You're under arrest.'
We're just trying to pick up
a little eating money
until Mr. Clum gets here.
Who is Mr. Clum?
Well, uh, he used to be
the Indian agent
over at the San Carlos
Indian reservation.
That's where the Apaches are
and he quit to start
a newspaper in Tucson.
'Yeah, and then he had
to sell out and he said here.'
To start a paper?
Well, we don't know.
But he'll start something.
- He's a real man.
- Oh, he sure is.
Me and Shorty figure
he'll get us jobs here.
Uh, he's a newspaper man, huh?
I'd kinda like to talk to him
before he gets to Tombstone.
Oh! Well, me and Dave,
we know the trail real good.
- We can show you.
- We sure do.
You boys are still
under arrest, remember?
Guiding you is a lot better
than sitting in jail, right?
That's right, Dave.
[metal clinking]
You boys got horses?
- Ah, yes, sir. We do.
- Well, we got two of them.
Let's go.
Hold it.
Leave that there.
[horses galloping]
There's a rider
coming, and fast.
Mr. Clum, howdy.
Shorty, hey.
Marshall Earp,
this here is Mr. Clum.
- Howdy, Mr. Clum.
- Howdy, Marshal.
I'd like to talk
to you for a spell.
Why don't we sit awhile
in the shade?
Alright, Marshal.
This ruffian Erb
then allowed the settlers
to escape the toils of the law.
In fact, he was last seen
riding the Tucson trail
with the pooka
peddling miscreants.
Hm. Pooka peddling miscreants.
Hm. Good, hmm?
Anyway, that's
about it, Mr. Clum.
Selling liquor
without a license.
Only a misdemeanor but..
...The Nugget will blow it up
into a big holler
and try to embarrass me.
Yeah. Shorty and Dave
aren't bad men though, Marshal.
Matter of fact, they're the only
honest settlers I've found
in the entire Indian Bureau.
Well, I just can't
let them off scot-free.
Oh, no, no.
Of course.
They gotta go to jail,
that's for sure.
What do you say,
about... days?
Well, now that
sounds reasonable.
Shorty, Dave, come here.
Yes, sir, Mr. Clum.
You boys gotta
go to jail for days.
Alright.
Well, how about getting us
a job when we get out?
Well, I'll find something to do
around Tusca to Tombstone.
You can work for me there, okay?
- Yeah, thanks, Mr. Clum.
- Yeah, thanks.
Well, like I said, Marshal.
They don't come no better.
- Right, Shorty?
- That's right.
You know, Marshal,
I still don't know
why you wanna do battle
with that bunch of pirates
in Tombstone.
Why did you?
Don't you know that half
the Arizona territory's
in the hands of renegades?
I'm beginning
to find that out.
You ought to try printing
an honest newspaper sometime.
Like I did in Tucson,
they almost busted me.
Well, the Ten Percent Ring in
Tombstone isn't that powerful.
Powerful enough. Old Man
Clanton's a local boss.
Did you ever meet him?
Several times.
Well, doesn't he scare you?
Mr. Clum, if a lawman
doesn't live with fear
he sold himself out.
Now, what we need in Tombstone
is a...real frightened
newspaper editor.
Ha ha ha.
Well, I'm frightened enough,
Marshal, but no thanks.
I've served my time.
All I ask you is to...take a
look at one issue, The Nugget.
Fair enough.
No newspaper can be as bad
as you paint that one to be.
Wyatt.
Have you seen that third guy?
There.
That's criminal liable.
You ought to arrest that man.
Doctor Holliday,
what do you think?
Jail's too easy,
I'll pay Dameron a visit.
Now, wait a minute.
I think I'll take
Mr. Clum's advise.
- I'll arrest Dameron.
- Wait a minute, Wyatt.
Make this a federal case.
This paper is got subscribers in
New Mexico and Colorado as well.
If he uses any bad language,
add that to the charges.
Go on.
You've made the mistake
of your life, young man.
Won't be the first time.
How long do you expect
to hold him, Wyatt?
Not long, his lawyer
is late now.
That's probably him.
[door closing]
Which one of you is Erb?
Neither of us.
I mean Earp. Wyatt Earp.
I understand you've
arrested Mr. Dameron
on some trumped up charge.
Well, sir, the charge
is criminal liable.
- Are you here to put up bail?
- Naturally.
- Five hundred dollars.
- Five hundred? Preposterous.
Did Judge Griscom set the bond?
No, sir. I did.
- It's a federal offense.
- Who says so?
I do.
I happen to be a newspaper man.
My name is Clum.
- Clum?
- John P. Clum
Oh, yes,
I've heard of you.
Huh!
Five hundred dollars!
Furthermore, you've att*cked
the sacred freedom of the press.
You think this is gonna
hush me up?
Look, I will speak
and I shall be heard.
Horace Greeley
said that first.
- And as for you Drum or Plum--
- My name is Clum.
'Well, whatever your name is'
'you probably think you can
start a newspaper here.'
Well, I dare you, I defy you.
I'm now gonna put you out
of business in two weeks.
- 'Two weeks, sir!'
- Mr. Dameron...it's late.
Easy, Mr. Clum.
Would you start another paper
and put him out of business?
No, Wyatt. I..
I couldn't raise
the necessary capital.
All Mr. Clum needs is $ ,
to add to his own capital.
I'm sure we won't have
trouble raising that.
But the big problem is
trying to convince Mr. Clum that
his paper would have support
of decent citizens in Tombstone.
And advertising support, too.
I can get the advertising
if you men can get the money.
- We oughta be able to do that.
- What about it, Mr. Clum?
Wyatt..
Wyatt, you're new
to Pima County in Tombstone.
The Nugget has the solid backing
of all the insiders.
You're not asking me to start
a paper, asking me to go to w*r.
- Well, I'm in it myself.
- Yes, I know. I know, Wyatt.
Mr. Clum, listen to this.
"The Nugget hears that
a renegade Indian agent
"who was erstwhile publisher
"of a dirty scandal sheet
in Tucson has come to town
"with the intention
of starting a newspaper.
"The Nugget's faithful readers
will know how to deal
"with this corrupt Yankee
sidewinder, John P. Clum.
"A good dose of tar
and feathers on a ride--"
Let me see that, Ms. Nellie.
This is incitement of riot.
Wyatt, you ought to arrest
this man again.
Alright, Mr. Clum.
I'll arrest him again.
If you agree to start
another newspaper.
By Jove, you got
yourself a deal.
- Good.
- Now we're getting somewhere.
What're you gonna
call the paper, Mr. Clum?
Well, I don't know.
This is Tombstone and..
Well, every tombstone
should have it's epitaph.
"The Tombstone Epitaph."
- I like that.
- It's a good one.
Doc, it looks like you can
start collecting the money.
Wyatt, you and Fred can put
Dameron back in jail again.
- That'll be a pleasure.
- Oh, no. It won't.
There'll be trouble.
This will be w*r, you know.
I agree with Mr. White
about the w*r.
Who's gonna lodge my hospital?
Hire me an assistant.
A citizen safety committee.
Wells Fargo.
- Miners.
- Ranchers.
- Let's sit and make a list.
- That's a good idea.
Boss says to give you a for
advertising in the new paper.
Good, I knew we could
depend on Gaydon.
Well, waste of effort
if you ask me.
How's that, Jim?
Well, Clum's shipping his press
to Benson by train, ain't he?
Yeah.
Then it's gotta be hauled
by wagon over here, right?
- Ah-ha.
- Yeah.
The talk here is that it ain't
never gonna get to Tombstone.
Thanks, Jim.
I depend on you as much
as I do on your boss.
I checked Nellie's tip.
And they got that
oil wagon all the way
from Benson to Tombstone.
"We"? You get mighty careless
of use of that collective noun.
You're my deputy, aren't you?
Where is that star I gave you?
Come on, put on your
clothes and your g*ns.
- For a newspaper man?
- That's right.
We need Mr. Clum
and the Epitaph.
Alright, then do it for me.
Who else is going?
There's Mr. Clum,
Doctor Goodfellow.
Doctor Goodfellow, why?
Because he donated $
to Mr. Clum's loan, that's why.
Well, I donated $ .
He's also donating
his good g*n hand.
Well, then I would
donate two g*n hands.
They've no idea he's
gonna be superior to me.
Come on, let's get out of here.
Wait till I get my g*n, Earp.
[dramatic music]
I don't see no
printing press.
Ain't nothing but the driver
and his whippin' boy.
This is ought to be easy.
They've got a whole newspaper
shop loaded on that wagon?
Uh-huh.
Old Man Clanton said,
"Break it up good."
Alright, boys,
let's go get it.
[dramatic music]
Wyatt, any sign
of the Clanton crowd?
Not yet.
Old Man Clanton's heart
won't be in this fight.
What would he do
with a printing press?
That's just what I told Wyatt.
Get set, here they come.
[dramatic music]
Remember, we let them stop
the wagon and dismount.
'And then we sh**t low
to stampede their horses.'
I hate to christen
The Epitaph with blood, Wyatt.
- Maybe we can scare 'em off.
- Too late.
Hold tight, Mike.
We just wanna bust up
your freight.
Help yourself, Dongo.
It's insured.
Now.
[g*nshots]
[g*nshots continue]
Alright, Mike,
let 'em roll.
[g*nshots]
Round up the horses, boys.
We'll finish this in Tombstone.
'That'll do, Wyatt.'
Well, it'll have to do.
Not a man in Tombstone had nerve
enough to rent me a building.
Yeah, you won't need a building
till the rainy season, John.
By that time you'll...be able
to build your own.
I can use those printers
about now.
You don't suppose anything
happened to 'em, do you?
No, they're probably
over one of the saloons
getting themselves cold beer.
Take it easy.
I'm jumpy as a cat
on a bed of cactus.
Now, let's get to work.
Mr. Earp?
Howdy, Ms. Emma.
- Excuse me.
- Sure, Wyatt.
Marvin, lend me a hand here.
I haven't seen-seen you
since the day at the ranch.
Oh, you wouldn't
be seeing me now.
Only, I have a message
for Mr. Clum.
- Do you like to give it to him?
- No, you tell him.
Tell him to get outta town.
Tell him we don't need
another newspaper here.
Who says?
My papa says!
That does it, Marvin.
Thank you.
Alright, I didn't know
you had a lady friend.
I don't.
That's Old Man
Clanton's daughter.
Says you oughta
get out of town.
Well, that's how
Clanton operates.
Tries to scare you first.
Who's scaring you, boss?
Now, where have you two been?
Drank a little beer in that
fine saloon across town.
I should've known.
I'd like you to meet Wyatt Earp.
Wyatt, this Mr. Soren and
Mr. Ripley, my printers.
Howdy.
We're his whole staff
and he knows it.
Come on, Rip.
Let's set up the press.
Wyatt, that's the way
a newspaper gets born.
You wanna strike
some sticks, huh?
Mule knocked him down,
stole the cash.
He had to chase him
back to town.
[all laughing]
[taps glass]
Gentlemen.
Gentlemen, I think we should
start The Epitaph off
with a speech from our editor,
Mr. John P. Clum.
Now, they tell me
that up San Carlos way
he controlled , Apaches by
just his personal leadership.
Mr. Clum?
[all clapping]
Thank you, Ms. Nellie.
But... , Apaches were
Sunday school children
alongside some of the more
notable citizens of Tombstone.
[metal hammering]
There's no justice, Rip.
We gotta stay here, while
the boss has a good dinner
over at Nellie Cashman's.
[sighs]
[dramatic music]
- Look at that.
- That's pretty, ain't it?
Let's get out of here.
Let the other stuff go.
Let's wet down the press.
- I hope that type's covered.
- Yeah.
Another box, that's it,
we can save the types.
- Where's the types?
- It's in that box.
(Soren)
'Let's get the press
covered up well.'
- 'Right.'
- 'Where is that boss?'
She's all ready, boss.
Alright, Mr. Ripley.
Let her roll.
You were told to wreck the press
with crowbars and sledgehammers.
All you do is
start a little fire.
Old Man Clanton and the boys
got called out of town
on more important business.
Two of us couldn't do much.
What's more important than
keeping Earp and Clum
from printing another paper?
Ten thousand dollars
in silver bullion.
On wagons heading
for the Benson depot.
Oh, I see.
(Irish)
'The ink's a bit
watery, boss.'
'But here's the first copy.'
'Thank you, Irish.'
Wyatt, would you like to see
what I was writing last night?
I'd be glad to.
"Truth's quest to earth
shall rise again.
"The eternal years
of God are hers.
"But arrow wounded
"lies with pain and dies
among his worshippers."
That's lovely.
"If the Tombstone Epitaph must
someday end publication
"its editor hopes the last word
spoken on this newspaper
"shall be a total truth.
"Yes, in spite of suppression
terror and death, we'd wish
"that men remember the Epitaph
tried always to tell the truth.
"To end such a memory
is always difficult.
"Truth is often concealed,
twisted, tormented and denied.
- "But the Epitaph pledges--"
- Wyatt, Wyatt.
Yes.
I just turned those settlers
loose, their time was up.
Well, Dameron and a couple
of gunslingers
grabbed them in
the Bird Cage bar.
I'll handle it, you stay here.
Let me see that first edition.
That's beautiful. Beautiful.
You men knew Clum at the
San Carlos agency.
You worked hand in glove
with him.
- What do you make of that?
- He was a thief.
He stole money from the
government and from the Indians.
- That's a lie. Right, Shorty?
- That's right.
He quit because he wouldn't
stand for the ground.
I'm not arguing
with jailbirds.
You signed this affidavit,
you take what's coming to you.
Let me see it.
Well, that's a parcel of lies.
It sure is and we
ain't gonna sign it.
- Right, Dave?
- That's right.
It's your decision.
Alright, boys, work 'em over.
[door opens, g*nshots]
Mr. Dameron tried to make us
sign this against Mr. Clum.
That's right.
Alright, Mr. Clum is waiting for
you boys to go to work for him.
- Gee, thanks.
- Yeah.
Now, see here, Earp.
I got some..
Take your hands off me, I got..
Now, you print that
in The Nugget.
[orchestral music ends
in grand crescendo]
♪ 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 ♪