♪ [humming]
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
♪ Brave, courageous,
and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may his
story be told ♪
♪ [humming]
[Narrator]
Wyatt Earp,
against his will,
is Marshal of
Ellsworth, Kansas.
The year is ,
and Ellsworth was one
of the wild cow towns
of the Western frontier.
Bill Thompson had k*lled
Earp's close friend
Sheriff Whitney,
and Earp had arrested Bill,
who escaped.
This pursuit
of Bill Thompson
was the key to Wyatt Earp's
success in Ellsworth.
Wyatt, I put this
ordinance through
because you insisted,
but it's a new
and radical idea.
Well, I'm a new and radial
peace officer, Ed.
You've got along fine
without trying to make
them check their g*ns.
You've calmed
this town down.
Look at it. It's like
a village back East.
Well, don't
fool yourself, Ed.
It's still Ellsworth, Kansas,
just two jumps from
the Chisholm trail.
Well, I may be stupid,
but I don't see
what the "No g*n" law
has to do with catching
Bill Thompson.
Well, his brother Ben's
bound to come back into town
sometime or another.
Oh, you mean
to decoy Bill by
throwing Ben in jail.
That's right.
But that's not the only
reason for the "No g*n" rule.
Packing g*ns in town
is a tradition of the cowhands
we've got to break.
But that's an old
tradition, Wyatt.
They feel they
have to go armed
in self-defense.
Sure.
But like a lot of old customs,
it just isn't logical.
If they're not wearing
any g*ns, nobody's
gonna sh**t at 'em.
It's the code.
sh**ting at a man
that isn't armed
is like sh**ting
a fellow in the back.
It just isn't done,
right?
Yes, but you can't
change a cowhand.
You'll see.
Howdy, gentlemen.
Howdy.
Does that mean a man can't
pack a g*n in this town?
That's right.
I've set up check racks
at the saloons,
the hotels,
and B.B.'s store.
We posted signs like this
all over town.
We're trying to
keep you healthy.
They tell me
you're pretty good,
but you're not good enough
to enforce that stupid law,
not in Ellsworth.
Easy now, mister.
No, let him talk.
I've been carrying g*ns
since I was a kid.
It got to be a habit.
And I aim to keep on
carrying 'em.
Well, not in
Ellsworth, mister.
You and your friend
start for the nearest
check rack...now.
Make your move!
Now drop your g*n.
Left hand!
You know where the jail is.
Start walking.
Pick up your hat.
Get the g*ns, Ed.
♪♪ [humming]
They wouldn't check
their g*ns, Mike,
so lock 'em up
for ten days.
Don't we get a trial?
Sure, if you insist.
And you get
more days for
resisting an officer.
Still want a trial?
Mr. Earp, sir?
This is Miss Abbie Crandell.
She wants to, uh--
Miss Crandell, meet my friend
Marshal Wyatt Earp.
Well, Bat really
does know you.
How do you do,
Mr. Earp?
I'm in good health,
thank you, ma'am.
I came all the way in
from the cattle camp
just to meet you.
My dad says I'm a born
hero worshiper.
I guess I am sort of
cheeky about it.
Would you mind
just shaking hands?
Not at all.
Thank you very much.
Well, Bat, I believe
everything you told me
about Mr. Earp.
We already heard how
he cut down the Thompsons.
I didn't tell
the half of it.
Well, now hold on.
All this gush you talk
isn't needed.
I'm not President Grant.
Uh, now what favor
can I do for you?
Favor?
Well, I would guess that
one of your relatives
was in trouble
or something.
Oh, no, Mr.--
Miss Crandell's dad runs
a big cattle spread.
Is your father
Tom Crandell of
the Oklahoma Territory?
Mr. Earp is
suspicious of me,
but all great marshals
have to be that way.
You see, I've met
Mr. Hickok of Wichita,
Mr. Bassett of
Dodge City,
Mr. Luke Short
of Abilene--
She specializes
in marshals.
And now I can brag
that I met the great
Wyatt Earp.
Well, thanks for
introducing us, Bat.
Hope I meet you
again real soon.
You, too, Bat.
Same here, Miss Crandell.
You weren't too polite,
Mr. Earp.
I wasn't
intending to be.
Well, she's the nicest girl
I ever met.
No paint and powder
or no swear words.
I thought you'd like her.
Mr. Masterson, I'd wish
you'd stick to poker.
You wouldn't get
hurt so bad.
Sir?
Did it ever
occur to you
that Miss Crandell
may not be telling
the whole truth?
No. What do you mean?
Well, she smiles
with her mouth,
but there wasn't any
smile in her eyes.
Or didn't you
notice that?
No.
And that story about
her riding all the way
into town
just to shake my hand.
Uh-uh.
Well, you're famous,
Mr. Earp.
That's just local
notoriety, that's all.
I'm not trying to say
that she's gonna lead you
into a life of shame.
A life of shame?
With her?
Why, Mr. Earp...
Why, Mr. Masterson...
You know, I think
the time has come
for you and I to have
a serious talk.
Excuse me, Wyatt.
I just heard the new
prisoners talking.
They say Ben Thompson's
in town.
Where?
The Red Dog Saloon.
I sure hope he's
wearing his g*n.
No, you stay here.
♪♪ [humming]
Hello, Wyatt.
Hello, Ben.
How's the marshaling business?
Quiet.
Hope it stays
that way.
Don't expect any
trouble from me.
I'm back in this
poker game here.
Care to sit in?
No, thanks,
not right now.
You forgot something,
didn't you?
Forgot what?
There's the sign.
There's the check rack.
Take 'em off.
Now let's go
see the judge.
Judge Osborne ain't
gonna back you up
on that g*n-checking
monkey business,
and you know it.
Well, let's see
what the judge says.
Well, all right.
I think it's a fine
state of affairs.
A man can't sit down
into an honest poker game
without you coming
around pestering him
all the time.
I got a big
investment here.
I got a heavy
investment, too, Ben.
In what?
This town.
I got my whole hide
put up for security.
♪♪ [humming]
Teague, will you ask
Judge Miller to come
in here a minute?
Yes, sir.
Judge Miller?
Where's
Judge Osbourne?
We don't have
Judge Osbourne anymore.
He left town last night,
Ben, for good.
The governor made him resign
and appointed me.
Judge Miller,
I found Ben in the Red Dog
wearing his g*ns.
Did he try to resist you?
[Wyatt]
No, sir.
Very well. That'll be ten
days in jail, Mr. Thompson.
Just name the fine.
I'll pay it.
The jail sentence
is mandatory.
Lock him up, Mike.
This is the second time
you've tried this trick.
You don't want me,
you want my brother.
That's right.
You think Bill's
fool enough
to come walking into
a trap like this?
Twice now, I've let you
run it over me, Wyatt.
Next time,
I'm gonna g*n ya.
I'll keep that
in mind, Ben.
Put him in a clean cell.
Is it gonna work?
[cell door closes]
Ben wasn't play-acting.
He knows Bill's a fool.
That's what
made him so mad.
You think Bill will come in
and try to break Ben out?
Sure. He'll come into
town with his whole g*ng
and aim to blast
his way through.
Then we better swear in
some special deputies.
Yeah, we sure had.
♪♪ [humming]
Here are the deputies.
Wyatt, do you know
all these gentlemen?
Mr. Daly.
Mr. Davidson.
You, sir?
I'm Jim Richards, Marshal.
I met you at
Sheriff Whitney's funeral.
Oh, that's right.
Well, now, to explain this,
I better tell you
what I know about
the Thompsons first.
With the exception of
Bill's escape last week,
they've only pulled
one other jail delivery.
That was in Hays, Kansas,
March of ' .
Now, Bill was in jail
for robbing a stage,
and Ben and about
gunslingers
rode up to the jail
and started a big palaver
with the sheriff.
Undercover of this,
two men on foot
sneaked around back
and blew a hole in
the wall with dynamite.
They yanked Bill out,
put him on a horse,
and the job was done.
But, Wyatt,
what makes you so sure
they'll try
the same thing here?
Ben's the brains
of the outfit,
and we got him
locked up.
Bill is too stupid to think
up a plan of his own.
He admires Ben
too much to even try.
I don't want to seem
too positive about this, Ed,
but you're the boss.
No, I think you've
figured it pretty close.
Well, then here's the layout
the way I see it.
We station men
at these points,
here, here, and here.
We let Bill make his
fight talk right here.
But we don't do any
sh**ting till the dynamite
has been spotted.
I hope we can drop them.
By that time--
Mr. Earp,
can I see you a minute?
Yeah?
Uh, it's Miss Abbie,
she's outside.
She told me something
you should know, sir.
Gentlemen, you go ahead
and pick your stations.
Bat's got something
that might be important.
All right, Richard,
you take this station here.
Daly, you're here.
Does he believe me now?
Sure he does,
Miss Crandell.
Look, I really want
to help you.
Maybe I did sound
a little too romantic
about peace officers,
but I recognized
Ben Thompson when you
were taking him to jail.
I can identify him.
Now just let me
get this straight.
You think it was Ben
that pulled that Wells Fargo
job in Topeka.
She saw Ben
and the others
before they put on
their masks.
Just give me one good
look at him, Mr. Earp.
Are you still afraid
I'm trying to lead Bat
into a life of shame.
Well, that was a joke
that shouldn't have
been repeated,
and I apologize.
Then we're friends?
It's no use, Bat.
You rode shotgun for
Wells Fargo, Mr. Earp.
Don't you wanna solve--
You've said enough already,
Mr. Masterson.
Yes, sir.
Do you mind if I frisk you?
What?
You're wearing pants,
aren't you?
Mr. Earp!
You saw you want a close
look at Ben Thompson.
Well, all visitors in there
must be searched.
All right.
Nothing personal, ma'am.
All right,
we'll go see Ben.
Well?
Hey, what is this?
Life's full of
questions, Ben.
Was he the one you--
She just left.
Did she identify him?
Mm-hmm.
There. That proves
she's all right.
And you insulted
Miss Crandell
by searching her.
Mr. Masterson...
Oh, I'm sorry.
You didn't really have
to search her, though.
Look, if you expect to be
a peace officer someday,
you're gonna have to
deal with suspicion.
What?
One of the oldest dodges
a woman can use
to gain confidence
is to identify someone.
You see, this puts her
on the side of the law.
You still
don't trust her.
She may be everything
she says.
On the other hand,
she may have used that
identification trick
to find out exactly
where Ben's cell is
to let him know
by her appearance
that Bill in on his way.
Miss Abbie mixed up
with the Thompsons?
Well, I may be doing her
a great injustice.
Well, you sure are,
Mr. Earp.
Well, in that case,
I'll apologize, in writing.
We better be getting
to our stations.
If Bill's coming today,
he'll want to work it
before sundown.
Yes, sir.
♪♪ [humming]
Mr. Earp,
they're coming!
Sp quick?
Are you sure?
Yes, sir. I saw them
stop to get organized
in the picnic grove.
Well, you better
go tell Jeff Miller.
Wait.
Remind them we don't
want anybody k*lled.
They'll give us
no information dead.
Tell them not to hurt
Bill's horses, huh?
Yes, sir.
Hey, Earp! Wyatt Earp!
You hear me?
Open that door
and turn Ben loose.
[g*nf*re continues]
[g*nf*re continues]
It's no use, Bill.
We got two men down.
The deputies got them
from the roof.
I'm gonna take
Ben out myself.
Get out of my way.
[g*nf*re continues]
Ben! I'm coming
to get you out!
Pick up the g*ns.
Teague! Get in there!
Teague, bring the keys!
Bill, you stupid idiot.
Go on, get in.
And take real good
care of him, Ben.
[laughs]
No use trying to beat you.
I vote
we call it a night.
That suits me.
What's your hunch?
You think the Thompson
crowd will come back?
No, not tonight.
I'll let the special
deputies go home, all right?
Mm-hmm. Oh, Mike,
will you check the cells
again for me?
Right.
I suppose we'll
have to hang Bill.
Yeah, I suppose.
What else but hang him?
You don't sound
too enthusiastic, Wyatt.
I'm not.
If I were the judge,
I'd take Bill's
mental condition
into account.
I saw his eyes when
he k*lled Sheriff Whitney.
I got another good look
at them again today.
We ought to
think about it, Ed.
Well, we'll see.
Good night.
Good night.
You know, you could
have been k*lled taking
Bill they way you did.
Now you don't think
he should be hanged.
Not if he's crazy, no.
But he m*rder*d
Sheriff Whitney.
Mr. Masterson,
I hope Bill is sane
and gets the rope.
But if he's a lunatic,
the law says you
can't hang him.
The law says.
Oh, I thought you wanted
to be an officer of the law.
Well, yes, sir,
but I sure don't--
Then you better learn
it'll be your job
to protect
every man's life,
even when you think
he deserves to die.
By the way,
what happened
to Miss Crandell?
She leave town?
She went back to camp
before the fight.
Why?
Well, I wish I knew exactly
what she was up to.
Look, Miss Crandell is
absolutely on the level.
A woman disillusioned.
She likes you, Mr. Earp.
She says you're
the best-looking
and most capable of all
the marshals she's met.
She's met
a lot of marshals.
That's what you said.
They're all
sound asleep, Wyatt.
Good. Can you and Bat
think you can stay awake?
Sure. We both slept
from after supper
till almost midnight.
Good. I'm gonna run
over to the hotel
and get a little sleep.
Now, no visitors.
If anybody knocks,
I don't care
if it's the governor
with a prisoner,
you keep him outside,
and one of you
come on over to
the hotel and get me.
Right.
Yes, sir.
Good night.
Oh, Mr. Masterson.
Don't take what
I said too seriously,
about women.
I'm no expert.
Come to think of it,
no man is.
♪♪ [humming]
[knock on door]
Bat, let me in, quick!
Miss Abbie,
what's wrong?
They're after me
'cause I told on Ben.
Is Mr. Earp here?
No, at the hotel.
Who's that?
Oh, it's Mr. Teague,
the deputy.
[Teague whistling]
Put 'em up,
both of you.
Miss Abbie!
You with a g*n?
Take his keys.
You, drop your g*n belt--
With your left hand.
You must be loco,
treading with
the Thompsons--
Shut up.
Now through
that door,
both of you.
Go on.
Good girl!
Open up
that door.
All right, you two,
inside.
You better tie them
up and gag them.
No, strangling's quicker.
Ben!
Get over there!
You, outside,
you idiot!
Any more of that,
and I'll leave you
right here in this cell.
Why don't we?
I don't like you!
You've done a good job.
Now where's the Marshal?
He's at the hotel.
The horses are right
around the corner.
We better get out
of here fast.
No, we got
business first.
What do you mean?
I promised to g*n Wyatt.
And that's just what
I'm gonna do.
♪♪ [vocalizing]
Hey, Earp!
Marshal Earp!
I just traded places
with your friends, Wyatt,
so get your g*ns
and come down here
and make your fight.
If that's the way
you want it, Ben.
Not in the back!
Let go and stay
out of this!
You crazy fool!
I told you this was gonna
be done in a fair fight.
He won't
let you do it.
You better get him
out of here.
I'm gonna
k*ll Earp myself!
Now get on that horse!
Go on!
I gotta get him
out of here.
Well, go on, then.
I'll try and keep
Earp here.
Thanks, honey.
I'll see you later.
Bill wouldn't let Ben
make a fair fight.
And don't start
for your g*ns.
You're fast,
but all I gotta do
is pull a trigger.
I didn't quite
guess it, did I?
Not quite.
So you're one of
Ben's girls, huh?
I'm his girl.
The only one.
Oh.
Well, what about his wife
in Wichita?
You're lying.
Then there's Anita Dreeves
in Amarillo,
Jean Prentice
who lives in Dodge.
I don't believe you.
What about Alice Mayberry?
She, uh-- She lived
right here in Ellsworth.
She went to Denver
and k*lled herself
when Ben left her.
Old Ben gets around
living this kind of life.
It comes in handy having
a love-sick girl like you
in every town
in the circuit.
No, I did guess you wrong.
I thought you had brains.
But to think that
Ben Thompson cares for you
is just plain stupid.
Pretty, young girl like
you getting yourself
mixed up with
a dishonest gambler
and road agent.
Don't you see what
a fool you made of
yourself, Miss Abbie?
Keep your sermon
to yourself.
I'll look out for me.
You look out for you.
All right.
So let's start walking.
Where?
To jail.
♪♪ [vocalizing]
♪♪ [humming]
Women.
I know 'em now.
Well, now, Mr. Masterson,
that is a regular statement.
There are subjects that can
occupy a man all of his life.
Yes, sir.
What's gonna happen
to Miss Abbie?
Come here
and I'll show you.
You're welcome,
Miss Abbie.
Hey, is Judge Miller
turning her loose?
Mr. Masterson,
when a woman is young,
she's too young to know
right from wrong.
And if she's pretty,
well, then there's
no law or man that can
touch her bonnet strings.
Yeah, but didn't you raise
a holler, Mr. Earp?
No. No, I didn't.
I got other things
more important on my mind.
There's an insane k*ller
running lose.
And this time when
I arrest Bill Thompson,
he's gonna stay like that.
Say, Ed, by the way,
when's Miss Abbie's
trial come up?
Oh, I, uh...
I wanted to talk to you
about that, Wyatt.
As a matter of fact, I--
You let her go, huh?
Well, that was wise, Ed.
Just because
she was a woman?
Well, that and the fact
that, uh...
Well, you see, actually,
we don't have
any facilities for women
in this particular jail.
Yeah, that's it.
That's it exactly.
No facilities.
♪♪ [vocalizing]
♪ 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
♪ [humming]
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