[shouting]
[grunting]
Ha ha ha.
[grunting]
Whoa.
Doc Goodfellow?
Doc Goodfellow?
Another cave-in, Sam?
No. Just another brawl
between Tim Shawnigan's men
and Jock Welsh's crowd.
Oh, the Cornish Jacks
and the Irish Terriers again.
Yeah, looks like they cracked
some skulls this time.
More trouble for Wyatt and for
us too. Shouldn't happen.
[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 ♪
(male narrator)
'The Life and Legend
of Wyatt Earp'
'Starring Hugh O'Brian'
(male narrator)
'Ms. Nellie Cashman the
ministering angel of Tombstone'
'had occasionally been
an embarrassment to Wyatt.'
'Nellie was liked and respecte''
'by all kinds and conditions
of men.'
'When she sought to make peace
between Welsh and Irish miners'
'at the diggings called
Total Wreck Mine'
'Marshal Earp knew
he had big trouble.'
Neither Jacks nor Terriers
are really bad men, Wyatt.
They just can't forget
their old country feud.
Even in Arizona.
What's the matter?
This is all Mr. Gird's fault,
Ms. Nellie.
Gird's fault? Why? Because
he needed miners so bad?
When his company reopened
the Total Wreck Mine
He knew that he shouldn't try
to mix Cornishers and Irishers.
I imagine that he thought
in time they'd all learn
to get along together.
- Ms. Nellie, please--
- I think so too.
I'm convinced that peace can be
made at the Total Wreck Mine.
Wyatt, why don't you go out
there an-and you know
sit down and have a nice
friendly talk with them
- Isn't that a good idea?
- No, ma'am.
Wyatt, don't be stubborn.
- Me?
- Yes. All you'd have--
If you wanna stop this fight
You tell Mr. Gird
not to rush history.
You tell him to pull
either Jacks or Terriers
out of that mine.
I will not.
Wyatt, I-I hate to say this
but if you refuse
to do your duty
then I'll have
to stop the fighting.
Don't try that, Ms. Nellie.
You're an angel. We'd like
to keep you right here.
You could get hurt you know.
I'm not worried
about myself, Wyatt.
You talk like I've never faced
a bunch of angry men before.
Well, I have.
[door opens]
Howdy, marshal.
Mr. Gird, I understand a fight
started at the Total Wreck Mine.
Well, there was some fighting
but I hope Ms. Nellie'll
calm 'em down a bit
You're not thinking
of letting her go.
She's already gone, Wyatt.
She knows more about Irish men
and Welsh men than we do.
Mr. Gird, you think
those men
all being miners are gonna
overlook their antagonism
because they're
working together.
Working together doesn't
necessarily make friends.
Why not?
You're too close to the past w*r
in the old country.
Maybe the next generation
could but not this one.
Hey, hey. Where are you
rushing off to?
I'm gonna bring her back from
the mine before she gets hurt.
That's Ms. Nellie,
go tell..
Yeah.
(male # )
'Hello, Ms. Nellie.'
[indistinct chattering]
I brought you some pies
and cakes from home.
[indistinctive chattering]
Now, now, stop your shouting
at each other.
Both the baskets are the same.
Now, one of you boys show me
to Mr. Shawnigan and Mr Welsh.
Hah.
[indistinctive chattering]
(male # )
'Make way for the lady.'
Boys, this silly fighting's
got to stop.
Would you know that three of
your men were badly hurt today?
Dr. Goodfellow says
they've got fractured skulls.
Now, what's this
all about, anyway?
Jock and his boys started it.
Them bogtrotters think
they're better than us.
Bogtrotters, why,
you molly gophers from England.
Not England, Wales.
Aye, and didn't your
Royal Welsh Fusiliers
inv*de the sacred soil
of holy Ireland.
Now, that's enough.
Both of you, that's enough.
This isn't Ireland
or Wales.
Its-it's the
United States of America.
Now, isn't Mr. Gird paying
you all the same wages?
Yes, ma'am but he--
- But us Irish do all the work.
- That's a lie.
Now, now, now. Stop it, stop it.
Pu-put that down.
You're both acting
like children.
Can't you learn
to work together?
Can't you learn to respect each
other and like each other..
Brother, there's
a John Law in camp.
Excuse me, ma'am,
if you don't mind.
- I'm not finished--
- Excuse us, Ms. Nellie
- we'll right back.
- But I..
[door closes]
[dramatic music]
Where's Ms. Nellie?
Alright, I'll find her myself.
And what do you want
with Ms. Nellie?
I'm a friend of hers. I came
to take her back to town.
Oh, so you think
she's not safe here, eh?
I didn't say that.
But you made a special trip
out here to get her? Same thing.
We're not getting any place.
Stand aside, mister.
I stand aside for no insulting
whippersnapper of a John Law.
Take him, Jock!
[thud]
Give him the boot, Jock!
[grunting]
Wyatt, what do you think
you're doing? Now, stop it.
- I'm finished, Ms. Nellie.
- Oh, no you ain't.
You may have whipped him,
but my name is Shawnigan.
Now, I said no more fights.
I can't play favorites
Ms. Nellie, they didn't.
You go back
in the office.
(Ms. Nellie)
'I'm staying right here.'
I-I've no liking to spill your
blood in the presence of a lady.
- Jim, Nick.
- I am staying here, now Wyatt..
- Take her inside.
- 'Mr. Shawnigan, Wyatt, Wyatt''
'Don't do it'
[door closes]
Now, you want to wrestle,
you want to fistfight?
I just want to lay
me hands on you.
Take him with your fist, Tim.
It's alright with me.
(male # )
Come on, Shawnigan!
[crowd cheering]
- You better rest a while.
- No!
[cheering continues]
Don't get up, you're tired.
I'm not going to bust my fists
anymore on you rock-heads.
(male # )
'Rock-heads?'
Well, you were certainly
a lot of help.
Yeah, so?
There I was having
a perfectly friendly talk
with Mr. Shawnigan and Mr. Welsh
until you butted in.
With Mr. Welsh?
Yes, and you probably
broke his jaw.
Well, I am terribly sorry
about that.
If you just get in your rig,
we'll head back to town.
Don't tell me what to do?
I'm not going back.
I came here to make peace.
- You go back!
- Not without you.
Don't try to bully me,
I am not going back.
Th-the idea o-of trying
to make peace with your fists.
'And you can wipe
that silly grin off your face.'
Wyatt, I-I never thought
you could be so-so brutal.
After all, these men are miners,
they're not outlaws.
They're not paddy wastes either.
Just look at you,
the great Marshal Earp.
Ms. Nellie, did you say
Marshal Earp?
We started the fighting, we did
but why didn't you tell us
he was Wyatt Earp.
We might have
guessed it, Jocko.
Sure, We bear no hard feelings
against Mr. Earp.
He can stay
if he wants to, Ms. Nellie.
I'm not aiming on staying,
I just want her to leave.
Are you suggesting that
some harm might come
to this dear little lady.
Of course not, of course not.
You just shake hands
with Mr. Welsh
and promise the two of you won't
be brawling anymore between you
and I am sure you'll satisfy
the kind lady
and we can go home.
Wyatt, I am not going back.
Oh, no, you don't put me off
that easily.
We got a lot more talking to do
and without Mr. Earp.
[flute music]
You know, Ms. Nellie.
He is a good, brave lad.
Wyatt is much stronger
than you think.
We didn't treat him
very polite, none of us.
And you call them brutal,
Ms. Nellie.
He could've stumped me
and him.
Aye.
We have more important things
to talk about than Wyatt Earp.
Why don't you boys go
and get washed up?
I'll meet you
inside the office.
Ms. Nellie asked me
to get her a drink of water.
(Nellie)
Stop it, boys.
Mr. Shawnigan, you dip.
Mr. Welsh, you bring it to me.
It's Irish pride, Ms. Nellie.
Tim has to count every ??
to make certain his men
are beaters.
Well, what about
your Welsh conceit?
It's a well-known fact
if Irish were left alone
we'd double the output
of this mine.
You know what I think?
Nationality doesn't have a thing
to do with making a good miner.
(Ms. Nellie)
As a matter of fact..
...I'm willing to bet
that both the Jacks
and Terriers are equally good.
No, ma'am.
Equal? That sister's
such a terrible thought
Alright, I-I'll prove it to you.
How?
Mr. Welsh, you get
your best drill team together.
Mr. Shawnigan, you get yours.
Tomorrow, we have a contest.
Agreed.
Oh, says he. And me with my best
drill man in the hospital.
You can always get
another one.
Not in this camp, no.
Unless I'm allowed
to choose Mr. Earp.
[sniggers]
Suits me!
Wyatt doesn't know
how to hold a drill.
He's a strong lad
and won't flinch with a hammer
I'll ask him now.
Not so fast, Tim.
We'll both go.
My conscience forces me
to warn Earp.
About what?
He b*at Tim in a fight,
didn't he?
What's to prevent Tim
from missing a hammer blow
and bashing Earp's head in?
That's a filthy red-coat
insinuation--
(Nellie)
Now, now! That's enough,
that's-that's enough.
I'll ask him myself.
In the meantime,
no more fighting.
Agreed?
Aye.
[slow-paced music]
If you'll hold drill for Mr.
Shawnigan, I can prove my point.
The contest is bound
to turn out even
and it'll stop
this silly fighting
because they'll have learned
to respect each other.
Just an honest
sportin' contest, huh?
(Nellie)
'Mm-hmm.'
Well, I can't refuse,
they'll think I'm scared.
'Course, I am scared.
Oh, no, you're not.
(Wyatt)
Yes, I am.
Why?
There's too much bad blood
between 'em.
Alright, you go tell Shawnigan
I will drill for him.
Then we can get started back
to town for the night.
Aw, thanks, Wyatt,
I know it'll work
[organ music]
Now, our teams are to start
on the opposite sides
of the rock wall dividing
number and number corridors.
Right, each team will drill
a hole inches deep.
Ms. Nellie will be
the referee.
Put it down.
What about the dynamite?
It's always been, Shawnigan,
that the first team
to plant dynamite
gets to explode it!
But what about Ms. Nellie
and Mr. Earp?
They don't need to know
about the dynamite.
- Yes--
- Don't you back out on me.
I said this was for blood.
And I'm going to blow
that abutment
right into your face.
If I don't blow it
into yours first.
[intense music]
We'd better not write down
about the dynamite.
No, Earp and Ms. Nellie
wouldn't stand for that.
Well it's understood then.
Agreed.
We'll give this to Ms. Nellie
first thing in the morning.
Aye, and mind you keep
that dynamite in your toolbox.
And see that you do
the same thing, Jocko.
Now, you wanna
shake hands on it?
I don't shake hands
with a bogtrotter.
Too bad, but I still aim
to give you a lovely wake.
[intense music]
Well, she's allowin' you
an hour to practice.
Now, we start the contest
with the short drill.
Just to get
the hole started.
Then, we go
to this long one.
There's your two-foot mark,
as far as we've gotta go.
- You ever handle one of these?
- No, sir.
Well, here. You put this glove
on your right hand
(Shawnigan)
'You hold the drill
with that hand'
'and you hold the rawhide
with your left.'
'You jerk on it.
That way, you give the drill'
'quarter turn every time
I strike it with the hammer.'
'Now, that's simple enough,
isn't it?'
(Wyatt)
'Yes, sir.'
Lets try it
against some rock, huh?
(Shawnigan)
Sure.
I'd try to pick out a formation
and put the drill into it.
Here, let me go over here.
[tapping]
Here, this one
will do right here.
Put that drill there.
No, no, man, you're
on the wrong side of me.
I swing from the right,
you hold from the left.
Right there.
Aye, all set?
Wait a minute.
You, with the left hand
pull the thong right?
Yes, you pull it like that.
Alright.
One more thing
about holding that drill.
Keep your head
out of the way.
You ever miss?
Only about once
every two years.
- You ready?
- Ready.
Oh, man! you're wobbling.
You're not holding it
right at all.
Oh, yeah. Let's try it
again, come on.
Alright, hold it steady there.
You ever had any experience
with a hammer?
A lot more than I had
holding one of these things.
Well, here, you pound,
and I'll hold.
Make a good hole over there.
Now.
Hit there, hold it, see it,
hold it steady now.
- Long strokes or short ones?
- Short ones.
Aye!
Drill. Drill, ya Terrier. Drill.
Drill. Drill. Drill. Drill
Drill, ya Terrier. Drill.
Oh, you're doing grand there.
Oh, you'll win by a mile.
- Drill and drill--
- Hold it.
You're ten minutes
past the hour, Tim.
Did you let him talk you
into being the hammer man?
I couldn't hold the drill
well enough to suit him.
There is nothing saying a team
can't change places.
I knew Tim would have you
swingin' the hammer.
Trust an Irisher
to dog it.
Oh, indeed, no.
Save your strength,
both of you.
I'd rather pound that overgrown
railroad spike than hold it.
Where's Ms. Nellie?
She's at the shack. Studying our
rules with Mr. Gird.
The boss,
who brought him into this?
I did. Now mind your manners.
Well, I hope your thinking
is right, Ms. Nellie.
- The only hitch is Wyatt.
- Why is he a hitch?
Well, because with him
on the Irish side
it's not a clear-cut contest
between Jacks and Terriers.
Welsh was smart
in agreeing to it.
(Gird)
Well, good morning Mr. Earp.
Good morning.
How is our hard rock miner?
Ms. Nellie here doesn't think
you're Irish enough.
Well, my ancestors were
English, Irish, and Welsh.
Don't I qualify?
I'm afraid you'd just confuse
the issue, Wyatt
Why? You were sure it would end
in a draw when you asked me.
Well, I-I was sure but..
...supposing they don't
come out even.
If your side wins,
the other side's gonna say
it was because of you.
If the others win, your side's
gonna say you were no help.
Either way,
they're gonna blame you.
Yes, perhaps we better
call it off.
It's too late
for that, Mr. Gird.
You and Ms. Nellie are gonna
find out once and for all
that historic quarrels
take many years to calm down.
Well, it's time
we were starting.
Come on, Miss Angel of Peace.
It could blow back
on us, Jocko.
Not in that rug, it won't.
It'll blast
on Earp and the Irish.
- Earp will stop you, Shawnigan,
- He won't have time.
Now, no blabbin' now.
[indistinct chattering]
(male # )
Come on, Jock, get going now.
Come on, Jocko.
Alright now, boys, remember.
The first team to reach
the two-foot mark
is the winner.
You all set?
All set.
Ready here.
Alright, Mr. Gird.
One, two, three.
[g*nsh*t]
[hammers clanging]
[crowd cheering]
[crowd cheering]
Drill and drill and drill..
Drill..
Drill, ya Terrier, drill,
drill, drill..
[shouting indistinctly]
[shouting continues]
(Shawnigan)
'Drill, ya Terrier, drill..'
And drill and drill.
Drill, ya Terrier, drill..
Are we near the mark yet?
One more inch to go
before you..
[shouting continues]
[shouting continues]
And drill and drill
and drill and drill..
We're in the mark, we win.
What you are doing?
Wyatt!
Wyatt!
[expl*si*n]
Wyatt, Ms. Nellie's buried
under here.
Jocko done it,
he planted dyn--
You did the same thing. stop
yapping and give her a hand.
(male # )
'What's happening?'
(male # )
Watch your feet.
Get around and dig
from the other side.
(Wyatt)
Watch your feet.
[indistinct chattering]
(male # )
'Dig with your hands.'
- 'Pull her back'
- 'Easy, easy.'
(Wyatt)
I think she is still alive.
Give me a hand.
(man # )
Be careful now.
[indistinct chattering]
Ms. Nellie is still alive.
No thanks to any of you.
Jock. Shawnigan.
You clean up this mess.
I'll settle with both
of you later.
And she better be alright.
Come one, let's get moving..
[clapping]
So I said to myself, said I
The same good lord
made us all
Welshman as well as Irish.
I'll never feel hatred again
towards any man.
But, Ms. Nellie, this darli''
angel was in great danger.
Didn't we all join together
and save her life?
- Aye
- Yes.
Jocko Welsh.
Stand up my boy.
As the noble gramp once said
let us have peace.
And here is me hand on it.
[cheering and clapping]
(Mr. Gird)
'Oh, Wyatt?'
Well, you were right.
They got into a brawl not ten
minutes after Ms. Nellie left.
Oh, no.
What did you do?
Well, what you suggested
in the first place.
Each Terrier has a Jack
for a teammate.
I fired Shawnigan and Welsh and
put in Swede Hesberg as boss.
I better go explain
to Ms. Nellie.
No.
Don't tell her anything.
Let her think that
she changed history.
She'll find out soon enough
any way.
You know, you were right?
Blessed be the peacemaker.
Even if she isn't.
[chuckles]
[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 ♪
♪ Long may his story
♪ Be told