♪♪ I'll tell you a story,
a real, true life story ♪
♪ A tale of
the Western frontier ♪
♪ The West, it was lawless
but one man was flawless ♪
♪ And his is the
story you'll hear ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ When he came to Kansas,
to settle in Kansas ♪
♪ He planned on
a peaceable life ♪
♪ Some goods and some chattel,
a few head of cattle ♪
♪ A home and
a sweet, loving wife ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Hmm... ♪♪
- This is the beginning
of the story of Wyatt Earp,
the greatest of the old
fighting peace officers,
a real Western hero.
So great was
his character
and so complete his skill
at living with danger
that he became a legend
in his own lifetime.
In the hard world of
the Western frontier,
with all its bad men
and outlaws,
Wyatt Earp became
the peacemaker.
As a marshal, he went up
against the worst of them.
And the stories they tell
about him are doubly fabulous
because they're true.
This is Ellsworth, Kansas, .
Don't let the
peacefulness deceive you.
It was about as ornery
a little town as you'd find
outside of Dodge City.
It was run by
the Thompsons,
a notorious g*ng of
frontier gamblers and K*llers.
Most of the decent people
had pulled stake,
and the ones who
remained were afraid.
When Wyatt Earp first
rode into Ellsworth,
he was fresh from hunting
buffalo on the Great Plains.
He was just a peaceful young man
looking for a place to wash up.
- No too much, now.
It's good, huh?
[ Men shouting ]
You got enough?
[ Shouting ]
- And remember,
stranger,
anybody that deals
a game in Ellsworth
cuts with
the Thompsons.
[ g*nshots ]
- Whoa, boy!
[ Whooping and cheering ]
- Why don't you do
something, mister?
You've got g*ns.
Stop them! Do something!
- It's not my fight.
But you're welcome
to use my g*ns.
- Don't say it. I know
what you're thinking.
- I will say it. What are you
gonna do about this, Whitney?
- Nothing. Real cowboys I can
handle, but not this kind.
I'm too old. That's why
I sent for young Earp.
- Young, you say?
- Well, he oughta be
, by this time.
- A real trigger-happy
gunfighter, huh?
- No, he's not
a gunfighter.
I've known him most of
his life, and his folks too.
I'm not even sure
he'll take the job,
but if he would, it'll make
this a better town to live in.
- Are you sure he
can handle this crowd?
- He rode shotgun for Wells
Fargo out in California.
Never lost a dime
or a passenger.
When it comes to pulling
down a buffalo--
- I think we oughta
leave things alone.
I do business with
these men, good business.
So do you!
- If I have to run a newspaper
with their patronage,
I'll close up!
Well, I hope this Earp
comes soon, Whitney.
- My name's Wyatt Earp.
I'm lookin' for Sheriff Whitney.
- Ain't here.
- Hey, Mr. Earp!
- Well, if it
isn't Mr. Masterson.
What's the matter, don't you
like the beds in the hotel?
- You joshin'? The judge
gave me days or $ .
And I didn't even
have cents after...
- After what?
- After I lost my money
in a poker game.
You just can't beat
a crooked game, Mr. Earp.
- You got any objection to my
paying Mr. Masterson's fine?
- Mr. Masterson! Why, that
young rascal, he isn't worth--
- I said I'd like
to pay his fine.
- It's your money, mister.
- Much obliged,
Mr. Earp!
- Don't mention it,
Mr. Masterson.
- Well, what're you doin'
in Ellsworth, Mr. Earp?
- Well, I'm
not right sure.
Mr. Whitney sent word
he wanted to see me.
- It's Sheriff
Whitney now.
- That's what I hear.
Who talked him into that?
- Mayor Miller and the church
people across the tracks.
Somebody had
to take it.
- Mr. Whitney's a mite
elderly for the job.
From what I hear, this
is a right bad town.
- Bad? You stay around here,
you'll see the primest
gunfights outside of Abilene.
Four men got
k*lled last week,
three the week before
in a poker game.
- Speaking of poker, uh,
how much money did you lose?
- $ , or
thereabouts.
- Professionals?
- Sure! But I'm no
cry baby, Mr. Earp.
A man's gotta
learn sometime.
- That's right.
You, uh, you think that game
might still be running?
- Guess so.
- Where?
- Uh, Shannon's Bar!
- Come on.
- I thought you had to
see Sheriff Whitney!
- Oh, that can wait.
You know, I got a
great respect for poker...
honest poker, that is.
You might say I'm
real fond of it.
- No, Mr. Earp!
Cad Pierce and George
Peshaw run that game.
They ride with
the Thompsons.
They're both mean and
awful fast with their g*ns.
- You want your money
back, don't you?
- How many?
- Give me two.
- Three.
- Two.
- The two on the right.
- Three queens.
- Well, that's
enough for me.
- What's the matter? Don't
you wanna stay to get even?
- Some other time.
[ Laughing ]
- You stay outta this.
Mind if I sit in?
- Table stakes, mister.
It'll cost you $ .
- Ante up, gentlemen.
- Hold it.
You didn't deal me
the top card.
- You sure you wanna
say that, sonny?
- I'll put it
a little plainer.
I think you deal
a crooked game.
Same goes for you.
Don't try it.
Now, get out,
both of you.
Go on,
both of you.
- Boy! You sure drew a royal
flush, Mr. Earp. It's all yours.
- All I want's my $ and
the $ they took from you.
Losers in the game
divide the rest.
Help yourself, gents.
- Why'd you let 'em off?
Why didn't ya k*ll 'em?
- No point in that.
- Huh?
- They stole your money
and I got it back.
You lost $ ?
- No, not quite
that much.
- How much?
- $ , all I had.
The rest was bragging!
- Well, now, that
took real courage
to tell me that,
Mr. Masterson.
I'm proud you're
my friend.
- Yeah, but you
should've k*lled 'em.
They'll tell Ben Thompson
and his brother Bill
that you draw fast
but you don't sh**t.
- Well, when a man keeps on
pulling his g*n, you sh**t.
But if you get the drop
on him and he quits, no.
- Did you get that from the
Bible or McGuffey's Reader?
- I believe it's
mentioned in both.
Oh, you better check these
at the hotel for me.
- You better keep
'em on, Mr. Earp.
- I'm not lookin'
for trouble.
- Yes, sir.
- Wyatt, my boy!
- Mr. Whitney!
I started right off
to find you,
but I kind of
got sidetracked.
- Yes, I know.
Say, sit down and rest
yourself a mite, will you?
I got a lot to
talk to you about.
- It won't take
too much persuading
to sell me some cattle.
- Cattle? No, that isn't
what I had on my mind.
Wyatt, I sent for you
to take my job.
- What?
You sure do make it
awful tough, Mr. Whitney.
I owe you for
a lot of favors.
I just don't see me
wearing a star.
- Well, is that
so outlandish?
I knew your folks
back in Illinois.
A lot of lawyers
in the Earp family.
Your father was a judge.
- That's right.
But the Earps have done
their share for the law.
Anyway, the law out here
means trouble.
You get enough of that
without going looking for it.
- Well, if that's the way
you really feel about it.
- Yes, sir, it is.
I sure don't like
to turn you down,
but all I want to do now is buy
myself a little cattle spread,
and sit back and watch
the steers grow fat.
- Sounds good.
But let me ask
you something.
Why did you go
up against
of the best gunslingers
in the Thompson outfit?
- 'Cause they cheated Bat.
- I don't think that
was the real reason.
- No? What then?
- A sense of rightness.
It was born in ya.
Some men have it,
some don't.
- Well, look,
Mr. Whitney, I'm sorry.
But I just don't
want the job.
- I can't say as
I really blame you.
One man hasn't much chance to
civilize a hoodlum cowtown.
But if you won't
do me the big favor,
will you do me
a little one?
- Yes, sir.
- Get out of
Ellsworth real fast.
After that gunplay
you made--
[ g*nshots ]
Uh-oh! Ben and
Bill Thompson.
- Is that the great
Wyatt Earp, Whitney?
- Now, don't get nervous, Ben.
He isn't wearing his g*ns.
Better check yours
at the hotel too.
- Is this the fool kid you're
tryin' to make sheriff?
What are you tryin' to do,
pull a joke on us, Whitney?
- The joke's on me, Bill.
He won't take my job.
- Go ahead and
take it, sonny.
Run us out of town
with your bare hands.
- I'm not lookin' to cause
any trouble for Mr. Whitney.
I'll let him
run me out of town.
That satisfy you?
- Yeah.
- It don't satisfy me.
You don't make small of
us with your jokes.
- You better cool off,
Bill. You're drunk.
Give me the g*n.
- Sure, I'll
give it to ya.
I've been wantin' to give
it to ya for a long time,
you meddlin' old fool!
- You drunken fool!
- At least I got
me a sheriff.
- Come on, get out of town!
I'll cover for you!
- Let's get him
in the store.
♪♪ Now, he wasn't partial
to bein' a marshal ♪
♪ But fate went and
dealt him his hand ♪
♪ While outlaws were lootin'
and killin' and shootin' ♪
♪ He knew that he must
take a stand ♪
♪ Oh, Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Long may his story be told ♪♪
- Stay outta sight, Miller!
We got this town treed.
- He says he's goin' out there
and arrest Ben Thompson,
if he can find g*ns
that suit him.
[ g*nsh*t ]
- Are you
Wyatt Earp?
- Yes, sir.
- I'm Jim Miller, Mayor.
Sheriff Whitney
was my best friend.
- He was mine too.
- Did you come here
without g*ns?
- No, sir. I checked
them at the hotel.
The sears are rusted
on most of these.
- I just heard
about it.
- Why the back door,
Mr. Crawford?
- Look, I need help,
Mr. Mayor.
- You could've shot Bill
Thompson from behind the fence.
You let him
get away!
- The thing to do
is form a posse.
Ben Thompson's the fastest
hand with a Colt.
- Ah, let's see your g*n.
Give it to Mr. Earp.
- The dog's
filed off.
When I know I can
just let the hammer go,
I tend to sh**t
too quick.
- Maybe you ain't
aimin' to sh**t at all.
- Guess I'll have
to use these.
[ g*nshots ]
- I brought your
g*ns, Mr. Earp.
- You hurt?
- Felt like I stopped a couple,
but I guess I didn't. I'm OK.
- Needlessly reckless,
Mr. Masterson.
You could've come in by the
alley like Marshal Crawford.
- "One minute," Ben said,
and he'll sh**t up my store.
If Earp fires just one shot,
they'll burn the town!
- That might be
a good thing!
Here, you better
wear this.
- I won't need it.
- I think Mr. Whitney
would've liked you to.
- Hey, Miller!
The great Wyatt Earp's got his
g*ns now, so send him out here!
- Don't walk into that
shotgun, Mr. Earp. sh**t quick!
- If he ain't out here
in a minute,
I'm comin' in to get him!
Do ya hear that, Earp?
[ Men laughing ]
- He didn't run.
- He's fast, Ben.
Get him now!
- Ain't you kind of
foolhardy, son?
Letting Miller pin a star
on ya, and sendin' ya out here?
You guys stay out
of this, all of you.
You've come far
enough, Earp.
What do you
expect me to do?
- Throw your shotgun on the
road, put up your hands,
and tell your friends
to stay out of this play.
- Stop, and let
me talk to ya!
What are you
gonna do with me?
- k*ll ya or
take ya to jail.
- The minute I give this g*n up,
someone'll cut loose at me.
- If they do, I'll
give you back your g*n,
and we'll sh**t
it out with 'em.
As long as
you're my prisoner,
the man who gets you
has gotta get me.
- You're going after my brother?
- I don't waste my time.
Now, throw down your g*n
or make your fight.
All right, the rest
of you men move back!
Go on, move!
Come on, Ben. We'll go
over to the calaboose.
- I think I could've
gotten ya.
- That isn't what
you were thinking.
- No?
- No, you figured
I might get you.
- If you had, my men
would've shot you down.
- Yeah, but
you'd be dead,
and who'd look after
your brother, Bill?
- What are you,
a mind reader?
- Nope. But I got brothers
too, and I can understand
how you'd try and save him
from the rope, if you could.
- Well, I'll be!
- I agree with
the Judge!
- Well, I don't agree with
you, Judge, and I want--
- Quiet, both of you! I'll
handle this in my own way!
Well, Ben, what's
the charge this time?
- I guess we better let
the new man speak his piece.
He's the one
that arrested me.
- All right, son.
- His brother, Bill,
k*lled Sheriff Whitney.
Ben helped him get away.
That makes him accessory
to the m*rder.
- Bill did this, not Ben.
Why didn't you organize
a posse and go after Bill?
- That'd be kind of stupid, sir.
- Oh, it would.
- Yes, sir.
You just put Ben in jail
where he belongs,
and Bill's bound to come back
and try to spring him.
When he does, I'll arrest him,
and you can hang him.
- Oh, now I ask you Judge...
is that legal?
- No, it'll lower the
dignity of this court.
- Your dignity?
Mr. Earp arrested Thompson
at the risk of his life!
- Order!
I know how you feel, Mr. Mayor.
Mr. Beebe, what do
you say about this?
- Well, I think Ben oughta be
fined for disturbing the peace,
and that's all.
- Well, Ben, you agree
to take your crowd
out of town
right away?
- Sure do.
- All right.
$ fine, $ costs.
- Do I get my g*ns
back, Judge?
- Yep. Uh, Sheriff, uh,
what's-your-name,
return Mr. Thompson's
g*ns to him.
Court's adjourned!
- Well, I didn't know you were
in cahoots with the Judge!
- Don't put 'em on till
you get out of town.
- Of course not. I promised
the Judge, didn't I?
Come on,
we're riding.
[ Men laughing ]
- Just a cheap
hunk of tin.
Mr. Whitney didn't die
for much, did he?
- I know how you feel,
but I sure wish you'd
give us another chance.
- No, thanks.
- Mr. Earp, we're gonna get a
new judge at the next election,
and some good officers
to help keep order.
- My job's
huntin' buffalo.
I don't get quite
$ a head for 'em,
but then again,
I don't have to bury 'em.
Good day, gentlemen.
[ Fighting ]
- I'll learn you not to
call Ben Thompson yellow!
- I can handle him,
Mr. Earp!
- Get up again,
and I'll hurt you.
- You're under arrest.
- Who is it?
- Marshal
Crawford.
- I thought you
were still hiding.
- You won't be so brave
when Judge Osborne
gets through with you.
- Then this fellow Earp
knocked Pete Logan unconscious
with the barrel
of a . .
- That's a lie!
He did it with his fists!
- Order! That means you
keep your mouth shut!
Well, Mr. Earp,
who's stupid now?
- You are, sir.
- That's just what
I wanted to hear.
I fine you $
for felonious as*ault
and I sentence you to days in
jail for contempt of this court!
- That's the
law for ya!
Mr. Earp ran your friends out of
town single-handed, and so you--
- Shut up! You get
days in jail.
- For what?
- Vagrancy.
Lock 'em up.
- So they call
this justice!
He started bragging
that Ben Thompson had
several gunslingers in town
to take care of you.
So I ask him why Ben
didn't stay himself.
Now, is that
vagrancy, Mr. Earp?
- Nope.
- Well, just
what is vagrancy?
- Well, if you're playin'
poker and you win,
you're a sportin' man.
But if you lose,
you're a vagrant.
- So you're in jail
for bein' honest,
and I'm here
for bein' poor.
Now, what kind
of law is that?
- Just the Ellsworth brand.
It could've been a lot worse.
- How?
- Well, they, uh...
they could've caught you
drawin' to an inside straight.
[ Both chuckling ]
- What is it now, Miller?
I'm in a hurry.
- Just a little story I'm
telegraphing to the capital.
The Governor might
like it for his paper.
I thought you might
like to look it over.
- "No law west of Newton.
"No God west of Dodge."
Well, that means Ellsworth!
Are you aiming to get me in
trouble with the Governor?
I don't think you've
got the nerve.
- Until today, I don't
think I did have.
- "Shyster judge. The law in
Ellsworth is a farce--"
Why, that's libelous!
- No, that's blackmail.
- Well, what is
it you want?
- Wyatt Earp and
young Masterson.
What's wrong,
Mr. Earp?
- Marshal Crawford
and the Judge
sure left in an awful hurry
by the back door.
- They were
scared of ya.
- Nah, the Judge and
the Thompson brothers
can't afford to have us
run it over 'em.
Logan told Bat here that there
was somebody gunnin' for me.
And here it comes.
Get away from me,
both of ya. Go on!
- You in a hurry to
leave town, Mr. Earp?
- Nope.
- Ben says we've had
enough of ya.
So does Judge Osborne.
- What do you think?
- Get out!
Why you dirty-- AH!
- Get Ben to teach you
to sh**t with both hands.
Come on, Bat, help me
pick them up.
- Yes, sir!
- I guess I better
wear that star
before the Judge can
throw me in jail
for disturbin' the peace.
- Primest gunfight
I ever saw!
Thompson caught his
gunsight in the holster,
Pierce hurried his aim
and got off a wild shot.
But what happened
to Peshaw?
- He was left-handed.
Come on, men,
take 'em to jail.
- Much as I hate losin'
good customers, Mr. Earp,
it'll be a pleasure
havin' you around.
- Can you imagine that?
The odds were to
against you, Mr. Earp.
- Well, let's forget about
gunfightin' odds, Mr. Masterson.
But I've--I've noticed that
you give very little thought
to the odds in poker.
Do you realize that
the odds against
your drawing a straight
flush is , to ?
And in drawin'
to one pair,
the odds against you improvin'
that hand are to .
It's a--it's a risky
business, poker.
♪♪ Hmm ♪
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Hmm ♪♪
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