01x09 - John Wesley Hardin

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♪ [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]

When Wyatt Earp

as marshal of Wichita

ran Manning Clements

out of town,

he overlooked

one dangerous fact:

Clements, a notorious k*ller

in his own right,

was first cousin to

John Wesley Hardin

In the West of ,

Hardin was known

as the deadliest

gunslinger of them all,

and Wes Hardin was now on

his way to Wichita.

Well, there's Wichita, hon.

Right around that bend.

Do we have to go

to Wichita?

We have to sell

the horses.

That's not

the only reason.

You listened to

Manning Clements.

Oh, he's kinfolk, hon.

A stupid,

ignorant yahoo.

Why don't you let him

settle his own quarrel?

'Cause Wyatt Earp's

too smart for him.

But he ain't

too smart for me.

More trouble.

Oh, why, Wes?

We're out of Texas.

The law's not

after you here.

Why don't we just

push on to Nebraska

and get clean away?

Because I owe it Manning.

Owe?

I do owe him, hon.

Manning, Joe-- Why, the whole

Clements branch of the family

helped me in that

Sutton-Taylor fight.

I hate and despise

the Clements.

No man gonna tell no kin

of mine to get out of no town.

So you just let me handle

this my own way, Janey.

Manning asked me

to do a chore for him,

and I'm going to do it.

Gunning Wyatt Earp?

That's a chore.

♪ [humming]

Might be real pleasant.

Giddy-up.

Come on.

♪ [humming]

Why weren't you down

at the rail yard?

Lucky I wasn't.

Figured that Snake River

outfit real quick.

An extra deputy

would have made it easier.

Then who would have seen

John Wesley Hardin

come into town?

Hardin?

Yep.

Him and his wife.

They came in with a string

of trade horses.

Put up at

the Texas Hotel,

saucy as you please.

Oh.

Wes is first cousin

to Manning Clements,

you know.

Yeah.

If I was you, Mr. Earp,

I'd get the jump

on his fast.

I don't have any

warrant for Hardin.

There's plenty of

warrants for him

down south

and about ,

in rewards.

You want scalp money, Sam?

I could use some.

But mainly I'm thinking

of you and Wes in an tangle.

I know that.

Well, Hardin might not

be aiming to pick up

Clements' quarrel.

He's been running

a long time.

Could be he's tired of it.

Well, there's only

one way of finding out.

How's that?

I'll go ask him.

♪ [humming]

Hello, Mr. Earp.

Hiya, Ben.

John Wesley Hardin

registered?

Yep.

His wife went up

to their room.

He's in the bar.

He check his g*ns?

Right nice about it.

No argument.

Thanks, Ben.

And there was

Wild Bill Hickok

all duded up

for the women

and ready to make

a big showoff play.

He stepped up to me

and he said,

"Mr. Hardin, I must

ask you for your g*ns."

[laughing]

[Man]

What'd you do, Wes?

Mr. Earp.

Well, don't let me

interrupt, Mr. Hardin.

You Wyatt Earp?

Mm-hmm.

Why, you ain't much

older than I am.

Well, you're quite

an old man from

experience, Mr. Hardin.

I sure am.

I ought to be gray-headed

by now, Mr. Earp.

Wes, tell us what happened

when Hickok asked you to

hand over your g*ns.

Well, it wasn't much.

Just a little trick

I invented.

Would you like

to see it, Mr. Earp?

Well, Mr. Hardin,

I'm always interested

in new g*n tricks.

Well, I'll have to

get my g*ns.

Don't bother.

You can use

one of mine.

I, uh-- I've seen

a few accidents,

fellows doing tricks

with loaded g*ns.

[chuckles]

I've seen a few myself.

[drops cartridges on table]

Hey, that's a right

good g*n.

Good balance.

Say, you must have had

a good gunsmith work

over that sear.

I did it myself.

No foolin'?

That's right slick.

I experiment around

with g*ns myself.

So I hear.

Hey, Wes, you said

you'd show us.

Yeah.

Well, uh, Hickok was

marshal of Abilene at

the time, Mr. Earp.

He asked me turn over

my g*ns to him, so, uh...

I handed them to him

grips first...

and then I...

The road agent's spin, huh?

Well, that's what

they call it now.

It's really

the Hardin spin.

Well, that's the fastest

I've ever seen it done.

Well, he's John Wesley Hardin.

Show us another trick, Wes.

Here's one I bet you ain't

never seen before.

[whistles]

That's real magic stuff, Wes.

You ever seen that one

before, Mr. Earp?

No, I haven't,

but I imagine it

comes in might handy

for you, Mr. Hardin.

That's called

the Hardin Switch.

Them rangers copied it.

They call it

the Border Switch.

The man who pioneered it

never gets the credit.

Well, that's very

often true.

You do any g*n tricks,

Mr. Earp?

No, Mr. Hardin, I, uh...

just draw when

I have to and sh**t.

Why don't you and Wes

draw against each other,

see which is

the fastest, huh?

Oh, come on!

Well, that wouldn't be

much of a contest.

Oh, I don't know

about that, Mr. Earp.

My cousin, Manning Clements,

tells me you're pretty

quick, too.

Well, Manning

wouldn't know.

He never drew

against me.

I don't take a bluff

like Manning does.

Well, you're a lot

smarter than he is.

He is pretty stupid,

ain't he?

He got scared by his

name on a grave.

I know. I heard about it.

[laughs]

And speaking of tricks,

Mr. Earp,

that was a right good one.

How about let's have

a drink on it?

Well, no, thanks.

I, uh...

I don't care too much

for that stuff.

But, uh, I'm very

happy to have met you,

Mr. Hardin.

Well, same here, Mr. Earp.

I'll see you around.

Hey, bartender.

Set 'em up for everybody.

[all talking]

Hardin, you're

a dirty liar.

What did you say?

I'm a friend of

Parrot Beak,

and nobody calls him

Parrot Beak and lives

but his friends.

James Butler Hickok,

that's his name.

The word's

fastest g*nman.

And you never

ran into him in Abilene

or any other place.

You're just a no-good

dirty liar,

and I'm gonna--

[g*nsh*t]

He dead?

He sure is.

Well, how'd you guess?

You didn't invent

the shoulder rig,

Mr. Hardin.

Used by gamblers in

the Mississippi steamboats.

Oh, not this rig.

That spring clip holds it.

It's my own idea.

Well, I'll see if the judge

can give you a patent.

Judge? Are you

arresting me?

That's right.

Well, it was a clear case

of self-defense.

All these men will testify

he drew on me first.

That's right, Mr. Earp.

This man had

a g*n in his hand when

Wes drew and fired.

I'm not too sure

about that.

To jail, Mr. Hardin.

Well, just when I was commencing

to feel sorry for you.

Wes! Wes, what

have you done?

Nothing to worry about, hon.

I had to sh**t a man,

that's all.

No!

Are you Mr. Earp?

That's right, ma'am.

Not for a minute--

It was self-defense,

wasn't it?

Why, sure.

Let's let the judge

decide that, ma'am.

Can I go with him?

No, no, you stay

right here, hon.

This won't take

minutes.

Oh, now don't

fret yourself, hon.

They can't hold me.

♪ [humming]

[gasps, cries]

Judge, the man he k*lled,

Mr. Atwell,

had been drinking

by himself for

several hours.

Well, it just doesn't

seem logical to me

that after seeing

Hardin here do his tricks,

he'd want to

draw on him.

He talks like a lawyer,

don't he?

He sure does.

Order.

Marshal Earp,

these men have testified

that the deceased

did draw a g*n.

And you have said that

when you found Mr. Atwell,

he had a g*n in his hand

when he was lying on the floor.

That's true,

Your Honor,

but Hardin and anybody

else here could have

put that g*n in his hand

after he was shot.

That is only your

theory, Earp.

Yeah.

Where's your proof?

Order!

For lack of evidence

to the contrary,

the court must rule that

you shot in self-defense.

But I'm fining you $

for carrying this g*n

in violation of

our city ordinance.

Fair enough.

Your Honor, I think this man

ought to be in jail.

I'm not satisfied

it was self-defense,

and I'd like to

work on the case.

You mean you'd like

to enjoy life

for a few days.

Are you threatening Mr. Earp?

Oh, no, sir.

Nothing like that.

Your Honor, I withdraw

my objection.

Fine him and turn him loose.

Very well.

But I'd advise him

to leave town.

...

and .

Are you telling me

to leave, Judge?

No, I'm suggesting,

Mr. Hardin.

And you might be grateful

to me someday.

I ain't shown Earp

the real trick yet.

[laughter]

He is threatening you.

Yes, sir, he is.

Then go and get him.

I'll send him to jail

for days.

I didn't think it'd

be a good idea to put

Hardin in jail, sir.

Word would get around

that I was scared of him.

Well, we can hold him

for the Texas officers.

Well, that wouldn't

be good, sir,

because then

they'd say I was after

the reward money.

Hang it all, Earp.

The man is one of

the worst K*llers

in the Southwest.

You'd be smart to get

this man out of town.

Well, Judge,

there are two things

a marshal can't do.

One of them is

you can't show fear

for any gunslinger,

and the other is you

can't trade in a man's

life for reward money.

Besides, Hardin's

got me curious.

I'd like to find out

what that trick is

he has up his sleeve.

Good day, sir.

♪ [humming]

I'm sorry I'm late, hon.

You said minutes.

Oh, that Wyatt Earp

tried to hang me

on a m*rder charge.

Then he asked the judge

to put me in jail for

carrying Sweet Betsy.

I ought to g*n him for that

if for nothing else.

Isn't one man enough

for you in this town?

I had to drop Atwell.

He was reaching.

You don't have

to g*n Earp.

No.

Not tonight.

Not anytime.

Look, Wes,

I didn't unpack.

Let's get

out of here now.

Oh, please?

You can go if you want.

Just hitch up the team and go.

You've said that to me

quite a few times lately.

I say it again.

You're too good

for me, Janey.

You never should have

married me or stuck

with me the way you have.

I tried to quit

this kind of life.

We ran to Alabama.

We ran to Florida.

We took up horse trading.

Why, we even

changed our names.

It's done.

It was my decision.

I love you.

One thing always happens.

Some fellow with a tin star

following me out.

Got greedy

for the rewards.

Now it's Earp.

He's young,

and he's smart.

Awful smart.

He's a big hero in Wichita.

k*lling me--

Don't say that.

I say k*lling me would be

a big thing to Earp.

Oh, no.

He ain't gonna let me

get out of town without a fight.

You can bet on that.

No, Wes.

You don't

want to leave.

If I can get him to

let us go, will you?

I'll go right now.

I'll talk to him.

He didn't looks so

mean and terrible to me.

I'll go right now.

Where will I fid him?

Oh, you'll find him

somewhere downtown,

not too far

from the hotel.

He'll be keeping

his eye out for me.

I'll ask people.

You'll see, Wes.

He'll listen to me.

You won't leave.

You'll be here

when I get back.

♪ [vocalizing]

You think

you can fix it?

Of course I can.

How soon, Mr. Earp?

Just as soon as you can.

That's my good coat,

you know.

For you, I mend it

right away.

It was good I was

working tonight, huh?

Thanks.

Well, good evening,

Mrs. Hardin.

Good evening.

Where can we talk?

Well, we can--

You talk right here.

I go to my workroom

in the back.

[laughs]

Sit down, Mrs. Hardin.

Thank you.

Wes thinks you won't

let him leave town.

Is that so?

There's nothing to stop

Mr. Hardin from leaving

town if he wants to.

Oh, he does want to.

Why do you say "if"?

Manning Clements

talked your husband into

coming here to g*n me

because I drove him

out of town.

But Wes has

changed his mind.

All he wants now

is to leave town

before there's

any more trouble.

He's not gonna show me

the big trick, huh?

Trick?

I don't know

what you mean?

Well, it's some kind of

new g*n trick he's invented,

Mrs. Hardin.

But if Wes has really

changed his mind,

it suits me fine.

Oh, he has changed.

He gave me his word.

This is the only real

chance I've ever had

to clear Wes and me.

We aim to go

to Nebraska.

change our names

and start in

a respectable business.

Is that your idea or his?

Both of us.

Mrs. Hardin, I think

your husband has

a trick up his sleeve

to use in

a gunfight with me,

and I think he gave

his word to Clements,

and that's stronger than

any promise he's made to you.

No, you're wrong.

All right.

All Wes has to do

to prove it is leave town.

You won't try

to stop him

or fight him

or ambush him

with deputies?

He'll have no trouble

unless he asks for it.

I believe you.

Thank you very much,

Mr. Earp.

Not at all, Mrs. Hardin.

[footsteps approaching]

[knock on door]

[Janey]

Wes? It's Janey.

In a second, honey.

We can leave.

I told you.

I told you Mr. Earp's

not after you.

Oh.

Oh, he wasn't

stringing me.

I could tell by

the way he talked.

We're out of it, Wes.

Out of it.

Let's leave now.

Tonight,

this very minute.

I'll help you hitch

up the team and--

Well, uh...

Wes, what's the matter?

Not tonight, hon.

Why not?

Tell me why not?

It's just

common sense, hon.

Now Earp may be telling

the truth, but--

Why, he's got his deputies.

I ain't gonna risk getting us

bushwhacked in the dark.

No, I guess it is

more sensible to wait

for daylight.

But you will leave?

I promised you, didn't I?

Of course you did.

I'm sorry.

Just kind of twitchy

nerves, I guess.

Uh, where'd you find Earp?

He was in a tailor shop

down the street

having a coat mended.

A very decent man

I thought.

That g*n!

Oh, you want me

to keep it here, then.

I'll close it up

good and neat.

That's my Janey.

Real neat.

Keep one more promise.

Huh?

Don't drink in

the bar tonight.

Stay here with me.

Then we can get some sleep

and an early start.

Is that such

a difficult promise?

Oh, that's a real

easy one.

♪ [humming]

[sighs]

Oh. Good morning.

I'm a little late.

I don't sleep so good.

No great rush. I just

want to buy a coat.

Oh, yes, sir.

Tailored or ready-made?

Right off the rack, friend.

Oh, I got some nice coats

that will fit you.

First, we'll get

a little light in here--

Never mind the light.

What did you say?

I'm Hardin.

John Wesley Hardin.

You are Hardin?

All right, shut up!

You just be quiet

and listen to me.

You go out and find

Wyatt Earp.

Tell him to come here...

if he's got the nerve.

I won't wait long.

If he don't come,

I'll go after him.

While I'm waiting,

I'll pick out a coat.

To be buried in?

Pardon me.

Have you seen Mr. Hardin?

Why, yes,

a little while ago.

I think he went out

back to hitch a team,

Mrs. Hardin.

Thank you.

Wes?

Wes?

[knock on door]

[knocking]

Tony, what's up?

Mr. Earp.

Hardin.

He's waiting for you at

my shop to make g*nf*re.

[coughs]

Oh, excuse me!

I hurry too fast.

Do you have any idea

why he wants it there?

No.

Yes.

Oh, I am so stupid!

He had a bundle.

It must be his g*ns.

At first he said

he wanted to buy a coat.

A coat?

What was he wearing?

Trail jacket, short,

about like this.

Maybe he wanted a longer coat

to cover his g*ns.

I don't know, Mr. Earp.

I don't know.

Maybe the g*n shoots

from the bundle.

It's a trick like you say.

I talk smart.

I say maybe he will be

buried in the coat.

But maybe it is

you who will be.

I am afraid.

Please don't go there.

Send your deputies

to surround my shop.

They will k*ll him.

The law can't

do that, Tony.

Have you got your keys

to the backdoor?

Keys?

Yes, I have the keys.

Here.

[Wyatt]

Hardin! I'm coming in!

All right, Earp.

Come in.

I got no g*ns, Earp.

I thought your wife said

you wanted to leave town!

Stupid trick!

He had it on a swivel.

Too slow, huh?

No, he was to inaccurate.

He got off the first shot,

but he missed.

Put your hands

on the table!

You break his wrists, huh?

Good.

I didn't break anything,

but he won't be able

to use his hands for

a couple of weeks.

Wes!

Oh, Wes.

Where was he hit?

How bad is he hurt?

He's not hurt much.

Oh, thank God.

He's got a sore head

and sprained fingers.

You should thank God that

Mr. Earp didn't k*ll him dead.

When he comes to,

you better load him

on your wagon

and drive out of Wichita.

Yes. Mr. Earp.

Good day, Mrs. Hardin.

Good day.

♪ [humming]

♪ 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