Turn your star and letter of
resignation over to Cavanaugh.
Can I see your letter
and star first?
It's right here.
Hold it.
Here, Cavanaugh.
I don't want anyone to say
I k*lled a US marshal.
Now, We're just citizen's,
Johnny.
You don't have a Buntline,
so I won't use mine.
I'll just use
the short Colt.
Call it off, Mr. Behan.
You're not in Earp's class
with a g*n.
That's what everyone thinks.
- 'I might surprise him.'
- Yeah, you might.
Do me one favor, Wyatt?
What favor?
k*ll him.
He'll never give you
the chance again.
At least, put out him
out of business.
Well, he sure deserves
killin'.
This close enough, Johnny?
No. Further back.
I don't want anyone to say I
didn't drop you from a distance.
That's right. You are known
for being fair, aren't you?
Go ahead, Johnny. I'll let you
start for your g*n first.
[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 ♪
- Howdy, Earp.
- Marshal.
Let's get off the trail.
Well, looks like my undercover
work has finally paid off.
I know where old man Clanton
hides the silver
he steals from Wells Fargo.
He has the cash in the desert
somewhere near Cactus Well.
There's a lot of desert
around there, Mr. Ayres.
I know. Pony Deal
and some of the boys
are bringing the silver
shipped to my place.
I'm supposed to fence it
for the old man.
'They'll get their load from
somewhere near Cactus Well.'
Good Work. We'll try
and jump 'em.
I...I want to thank you.
Don't you thank me, Mr. Earp.
After all, you saved my life
when old man Clanton had me
nailed as the tip-off man.
I won't forget that.
I just hope you find
their hiding place.
You go ahead. I'll wait
until after you're gone.
Good luck, sir.
Why do you reckon Wyatt wanted
us to meet him here, Doc?
Well. Something he couldn't talk
about at the jail.
Sheriff Johnny Behan's been
spying for old man Clanton.
As usual.
Johnny Behan.
You know, Doc?
That feller puzzles me.
He'd make close to..
... , $ a year
just collecting fees and taxes.
Now, you tell me why
he has to be a crook?
Well. It's born in a man.
Reminds me of a house gambler
who earns an honest percent
and he still has to cheat.
Larceny is excitement
to some men, Gibbs.
Stimulates them.
Yeah, but they usually get
caught. Don't they figure that?
It's part of the excitement
and drama they feed on
But we're all
eventually exposed.
Exposed. Well, what do you mean
by that?
By the recording angel,
my dear Gibbs.
I toast 'em quite often.
Boy. Can you imagine
the black pages
that he's filled in
under my name.
[knocking on door]
Come on over here.
This is Cactus Well. Here.
I've camped there.
Now, Pony Deal
and some of the Clanton boys
are making a silver delivery
to Ayres after dark.
Somewhere in this area is the
whole cash of stolen silver.
It's tough huntin'
in the desert, Wyatt.
I know.
I aim to jump Pony Deal and the
boys here at Cactus Well.
That is, if they stop to water
their horses.
Maybe one of them'll talk.
How're we gonna
get outta town
without being asked
any question?
I've taken our r*fles
and trail gear out of the jail.
We'll load in the alley,
and hope Behan isn't onto us.
What if he does
and tips off the Clantons?
I don't think
he'll have time.
Anyway, I doubt
that he'll have the gall
to interfere openly.
I sure hope he does.
Ain't no law says I can't k*ll
a sheriff..
accidently k*ll a sheriff
you know
If he mixes in a gunfight
without--
Mr. Gibbs, I don't want
Behan k*lled.
A term in prison for him
is enough to ask.
Yes, sir.
Deacon Earp wants the recording
angel to take care of Johnny.
And that goes
for you too, Doc.
Come on.
Well, now, where are
they going?
Looks to me like they've packed
for a long trail, Johnny.
Wyatt should have told me.
If he's heading for the desert,
he'll need help.
What's going on
in the desert tonight?
Go round up a posse.
I'm the sheriff,
and it's my job to help Wyatt.
Yes, sir.
[horse whickers]
Come on. Hustle it up.
That moon's gettin' too bright
to fool around here.
Well. It's a long pull
to Charleston.
We'd better wet down
our horses.
He's right, Pony.
We'd better get some water.
- I guess it is.
- Alright. We'll take minutes.
[horse neighing]
No time. Let's get
out of here.
Halt!
[g*nsh*t]
Halt!
We'll make sure of those two.
We'll trail the others later.
(Shotgun)
Get off that wagon.
Drop that g*n.
Let's get him up
to the wagon.
Where does old man Clanton hide
the rest of this stuff?
They're too scared
to talk, Wyatt.
Lets give 'em
the Apache treatment.
Too cruel.
No.
Simply stake 'em out
when the sun comes up.
I favor the Sioux treatment.
Scalp 'em.
A square inch at a time.
Can't do that either.
You can save yourself
a lot of time in prison
if you'll cooperate
with the law.
How much time?
Four years out of
a five-year sentence, maybe?
Four year, uh, well I..
- Here comes old man Clanton.
- Get up.
Get down.
It's Johnny Behan.
Hold your fire.
Doc, you take the silver
on into Wells Fargo.
I'm gonna have to trust Behan
with these prisoners.
Mr. Gibbs and I are going
after Pony and the other men.
What was that about trusting me
with the prisoners?
Just what I said, Johnny.
Don't let 'em get away.
I resent this, Wyatt.
I've brought the posse
down here to help you.
Oh, you move me
to tears, Johnny.
He gives me anguish
in my abdomen.
Now, you men listen to me.
'I don't trust Behan
and Cavanaugh, his office boy.'
Anything happens to Doctor
Holliday or this silver
you're gonna have to answer
to me.
This is plain slander.
I repeat myself, Johnny, and add
the same goes double for you.
Doc?
Heehaw.
Have you got
to lock us up, sheriff?
Until Holliday turns in
the silver and goes to bed
then you can both escape.
Well, how do we do that.
You trick Deputy Cavanaugh, lock
him in your cell, and take off.
Make it look good. Give them
about half hour head-start
then yell for help.
You get out
to old man Clanton's fast.
Tell him that Earp is poking
around Cactus Well
looking for
his main silver hideout.
No worry. We'll have the boys
out there on time.
We'll clean it out.
Earp'll never find it.
Let's go, boys.
Wyatt?
Roscoe wants to know if we have
to go back there to that desert.
Tell Roscoe we're gonna
have to go back.
- I wanna talk to our prisoners.
- 'Wyatt!'
Johnny let the prisoners escape
as soon as I went to sleep.
Well, if that don't b*at all.
Short of him to have Behan
to cross you up.
He sure can. Go tell him
I wanna see him right now.
He gives you any lip,
you stick that in his belly.
I'll fetch him
for you, Wyatt.
No, no. I want him alive.
Go on, Mr. Gibbs.
Cool off, doc.
Go on.
So they tricked Cavanaugh..
...locked him in their cell and
rode right out of town, huh?
- Exactly.
- You're a liar.
I've taken all I'm gonna take
from you.
We'll settle this with g*ns.
Wonderful.
He ain't no match
for you, Wyatt.
That's a sure enough trick.
Hold on.
I've got an idea.
Why don't both you gentlemen
write out your resignations
and turn in your stars.
Then neither one of you can be
accused of sh**ting an officer.
That suits me fine.
Cavanaugh. Give me a pen
and paper.
I admire your nerves, Johnny.
Shotgun, give me some paper.
[dramatic music]
Cavanaugh, you hold my letter
of resignation and star.
And you be a witness
that this was a fair fight.
Here's mine.
Let's get it over with.
This close enough
for you, Johnny?
No, further back.
I'm as good a sh*t as you are.
Alright.
You don't have a Buntline,
so I won't use mine.
I'll use the short Colt.
[music continues]
Go ahead, Johnny. I'll let you
go for your g*n first.
The devil's getting anxious
for being, Wyatt.
He's too scared to draw.
Why didn't you sh**t?
Too easy, Johnny.
Why, you..
[grunting]
You keep outta
my way, Johnny.
Next time, I may have
to hurt you.
Maybe, you should have
sh*t him.
No. The b*ating was better.
It was his own doing.
You mean his undoing?
Precisely.
People would have said
Behan didn't have a chance
in a gunfight against you.
But they'll remember,
and he'll never forget it.
He was spared your b*llet,
and he lost the fight. Ha ha.
There was style to ya, Deacon,
the way you handle him.
Oh, and he was madder
than an old wet-hand.
Wyatt, if he couldn't have hit
you, he'd have plum exploded.
Let's get started
for the desert.
Are we bringing more prisoners
for Behan to turn loose?
There's four men
that we have to catch
and Behan won't turn 'em loose.
I promise you that.
[dramatic music]
Wait a minute.
[music continues]
Congratulations, marshal.
That silver you recovered
weighed out close to $ , .
Oh, thank you. I, uh,
I'm going after Pony Deal
and the other Clanton men.
- Hope to find that whole cash.
- Well, say..
I'd like you to bring a posse to
Cactus Well. Know where it is?
Yes.
Time yourself to get there
about sundown.
Sundown? Right.
Oh, um, kinda sneak outta town
with the trail.
Behan'll be watching you.
I don't want him seeing you.
- I understand.
- Good.
[dramatic music]
We'll circle the town
before we head south.
Well, you used your head
for once, Behan.
The way you turned
my boys loose.
I can't do it again,
so don't expect it.
Just give me a little warning.
I got bail money.
I'll give you a warning
right now.
You better have , in cash
and camp right here.
How's that?
Earp left town. Wells Fargo
is getting up a posse.
If they bring in more
of your boys
you'll have to move fast.
Bail 'em out.
Jump bail and cost me my money?
Oh, no.
Money? You want Earp to come up
with confessions?
No.
No. I see the point.
I sure enough don't want that.
But ain't nothing
to worry about, though.
My boys will be gone long before
Earp gets anywhere close.
I hope you're right.
Because if you are...I'll make
a fool out of Earp.
[dramatic music]
You reckon they got that silver
up on 'em draws, Wyatt?
Pony Deal and his men
were at the well
when we jumped him.
I figure it's a one-drink haul
from the well
to where the silver is.
How far is the one-drink haul
on water?
On the desert at night?
Oh, about ten miles.
It's about eight miles
back to the well.
You good
for another two miles?
I hope I can borrow a drink from
Thacker for the return trip.
Tell me, Wyatt. How much
interest does Wells Fargo
charge on a pint.
Come on.
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
Up that draw somewhere.
Mr. Gibbs, you and Doc circle.
I'll go in from here.
[music continues]
The law.
Throw down them g*ns,
you're surrounded.
(Doc Holliday)
Get over here.
- Let's k*ll 'em.
- No, sir.
Wyatt won't think we should've
k*lled any of 'em.
If Behan doesn't turn 'em loose,
Clanton will get 'em off.
Why'd you throw that rock?
You didn't have to k*ll 'em.
Well, I gave 'em a chance
to surrender, Wyatt.
They were sh**ting
at us, Wyatt.
Yeah.
This was a plain m*ssacre.
We was all asleep.
You tell that
in court, Pony.
You'll never get us
to no court.
Let's move 'em out. We gotta
meet Thacker at Cactus Well.
Come along, boys.
[dramatic music]
Glad to see you,
Mr. Thacker.
Did you find
the silver cash?
Mr. Gibbs'll lead you
to it.
Good.
What about the prisoners?
(Wyatt)
'Well, Doc Holliday
and I'll handle them.'
This is Clanton country, Wyatt.
Shouldn't you wait for us
to come back
before you take 'em in?
It won't matter. Clanton will
spring 'em in Tombstone.
We're not gonna take 'em
to Tombstone.
When will I
be seeing you, Wyatt?
Tomorrow sometime.
Look down Alan Street.
Alright. Let 'em in.
Howdy, Captain Roland.
Good evening, marshal.
Doc.
- Glad to see you again.
- Good to see you, captain.
Say, uh, is that private jail
of yours still in good shape?
I may be retired, sir
'but I always keep my brig
tidy and clean.'
No offense, captain.
Even though you did tell me
not to use it anymore.
Well, captain,
as a US marshal
and, uh, well, with federal
prisoners, I'd kinda like
to borrow that jail of yours
for one night.
I guess I can make an exception
in your case.
Marshal, you and Doc
are real welcome.
Mrs. Roland's been
finding things
a little dull,
at the ranch lately.
Take 'em on in, Doc.
I can't throw Sheriff Behan
into jail
for malfeasance
as you did, sir.
Even if I had proof, Tombstone's
jury probably wouldn't convict.
Old man Clanton has
too much influence.
Could be.
Could be.
Why not pick a fight
with Behan and k*ll him?
Hear, hear.
I already tried that, captain.
He couldn't bring himself
to k*ll a dear man.
Well, anyway, the politicians
will just put in a new sheriff.
Just as bad, maybe worse.
Could it be at all possible,
that you, ahem, temporarily..
Mmm?
...use my, what you refer to,
private navy.
Well, that'd be
quite possible, sir
providing I can swear 'em all in
as special deputies.
Well, I'd have to think
about that.
[g*n cocks]
You heard anything
about Earp?
He's got Pony Deal and Dongo
and Sholto.
No.
But he wouldn't take prisoners
to Bisbee or Tucson.
Well, where is he then?
He can't just disappear.
I ain't happy about this, Behan.
I ain't happy at all.
That posse k*lled more
of my boys.
They got my silver,
and on top of that
they're accusing me
of stealing it.
Well, didn't you?
Well, of course I did.
Ain't nobody else
in this territory
could pile up
that much silver.
The point is, I got to know
what them boys are gonna say.
- Have you got bail money?
- Sure, I got bail money.
But supposing Earp insists on
holding 'em, uh, incommunicado.
Judge Spicer, Earp's friend,
won't be back until tomorrow.
He can turn down bail hisself.
He don't need Spicer for that.
You're right.
He might refuse your money.
Bail money. That Johnny Law,
he's gone too far.
- I'll tell you--
- Oh, shut up.
I'm studying this.
Why, he's only got two men
he can count on
and that ain't enough.
I'll show him how to bail
somebody out of jail.
(Behan)
You better bring
at least g*ns.
I can do my own thinking, sonny.
You just be where I can get
my hands on you.
You don't need me in this.
Oh. You're running
out of town.
Not me.
I wouldn't miss
your showdown with Earp.
I like you both
too much.
After you, Mr. Clanton.
Too late.
Why, it's a dirty
Yankee trick.
That lowdown Roland
helping him out and me.
Roland was never
a friend of yours.
Nobody asked you if he was
or wasn't.
You figure a way
to get them boys out of jail.
It's too late.
Earp outsmarted us.
There's nothing
anyone can do now.
How long do you want us
to stay in town, marshal?
Till Judge Spicer gets back, and
he can bring these hoodlums--
Fair enough.
Our boys have earned a holiday.
We'll give it to 'em.
I'll meet you at the jail.
What are you
loafing around for, Johnny?
Go on over to the jail
and sweep out three cells.
Don't break the broom.
Can't afford a new one
until next month.
[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 ♪