02x33 - Wyatt Meets Doc Holliday

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♪ 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 ♪♪

- A lot of historical nonsense

has been written

about the friendship

between Wyatt Earp

and Dr. John H. Holliday.

Doc has been

called everything

from a horse thief

to a bloody minded k*ller.

Many people

criticized Wyatt Earp

for associating

with Doc Holliday,

but none of them knew

how this friendship began.

- Doc Holliday runs

a big-money card game.

He's got a sign that

says for pikers to keep out.

So don't come

cryin' to me.

If you've got a beef,

take it up with Doc Holliday.

Well, then don't go

makin' remarks about Doc.

He ain't been

in good humor lately.

Good heavens!

Not Wyatt Earp!

[ Both laughing ]

Put her there!

- Ah, howdy,

Mr. Shanssey.

- I ain't seen you since the th

of July, ' in old Cheyenne.

- Come off it!

You didn't see me.

You were too busy lookin'

at Mike Donovan's fists.

- I can still feel 'em!

- Well, he was a little too

young for ya and too fast.

But you put up

a mighty good fight!

No, sir. They never came any

braver in the fightin' ring

than old John Shanssey.

- Why, thanks, Wyatt!

Uh, have a drink?

- No.

- Say, you didn't look me

up after all these years

just to spread

molasses.

You want something.

- You know,

you're right.

Yeah, I'm lookin'

for a Dave Rudabaugh

or any of his crowd.

They've been robbin'

Santa Fe payrolls.

Bat Masterson took a posse

down to Texas after 'em,

but I got word that

some of Rudabaugh's men

visit your camp

occasionally.

- Well, none that I know of

for certain, Wyatt.

- Well...

I, uh, heard you mention a

Doc Holliday to that cattleman.

By any chance, you mean

Dr. John H. Holliday

from Valdosta, Georgia?

- Let's do ourselves

a favor, Wyatt.

Leave Doc out of this.

- The Santa Fe detectives

told me that Doc Holliday

had a little row with one of

Rudabaugh's boys in Dallas.

- Well, Doc has rows

with lots of people.

That don't mean

he'd talk to ya.

- Anyhow, I'm gonna ask him.

- He ain't been feelin' well.

He's touchy as a rattler

with a sore fang.

I'll tell you what.

Now, my barkeeper

over in the tavern

knows one of the men

you're after, Mike Roarke.

- Thanks.

- Mike is a chief g*n

for Rudabaugh.

Now, why don't you

pretend to the barkeep'

that you want to send

Mike a friendly tip.

Anything to start

him talkin', understand?

- What's your

barkeep's name?

- Tim Riley.

- Tim Riley.

Well, I'll tell him that

my name is Shamus McEarp.

[ Both laughing ]

- Will I be after

seein' ya, Shamus?

- [Irish accent]:

That you will.

[ Laughing ]

- There's a lawman in camp.

He's headin' this way.

- He wouldn't be after you,

now would he, Grimes?

- He better not be.

I need that

shotgun, Riley.

- All right,

take it.

[ Coughing ]

- Medicine, Riley!

Medicine!

- Oh, sure!

Sure, Doc.

[ Door opening ]

- Howdy! You

Mr. Tim Riley?

- I am.

- Wonder if you could get a

message to Mike for me.

- Mike who?

- Mike Roarke. He's

a friend of mine--

- Up with

'em! Quick!

Turn around.

Get his hands, Riley.

You're no

friend of Mike's!

You want time to pray

or you want it quick?

- Hey, Skunky!

- What?

- You're Skunky Grimes.

- Oh yeah. Yeah.

- You owe me $ .

- That's right, Doc.

You lost so much weight, I--

- Hey, you!

Hit the floor!

My $ !

- Your g*n, sir.

- Thank you!

- I should be thankin'

you, Dr. Holliday.

You pulled me out of

a kind of tight spot.

- You can't be a former

patient of mine.

- No, sir.

- I thought not.

My patients hate me!

- Here's your

g*ns, mister.

And I'd like to

have my shotgun back.

I'm sorry, Marshal, but I had

to go along with Skunky's play.

- I understand.

Here, you keep

this for me.

Throw some water on him

and patch him up.

- I will.

- You mind telling me

why you slid me your g*n?

- Ah! It would

disillusion you, sir.

- I'd still

like to hear it.

- Very well. Grimes

owed me money.

If he had shot you, he'd

have gone on the run.

As it turned out in this best

of all possible worlds,

I got my money back and I

didn't have to k*ll Grimes.

Ah! Now, if you'll

excuse me, sir.

- Would you tolerate one

more question, Doctor?

- One more.

- Can you tell me where

I can find Mike Roarke?

- Hmm! I could

but I won't!

- All right, sir.

- Hold on!

What's your name?

- Wyatt Earp.

[ Laughing ]

- And all the time I thought

it was a fluke shot

you threw at Skunky.

[ Chuckling ]

Handsome...

fast with a g*n and

in the best of health.

Get out of my

sight, son.

- Well, if Doc won't talk

about Roarke, that's it.

Well, didn't he do

enough for ya?

I never heard

of Doc Holliday

goin' out of his way

to help a living soul!

- Well, maybe you

don't know him.

- Huh! I know him as

well as anyone does.

He's an ill-tempered,

selfish fella.

Got a tongue rough

as a number- file.

- Is he sick?

- Consumption.

- That explains a lot,

but it doesn't explain why--

- Uh-oh!

The curse

of the Irish!

Miss Kate!

A plague on her!

- Who is she?

- Mrs. Holliday,

Doc Holliday's wife.

I gotta make

myself scarce.

- Shanssey!

No, you don't!

Stop right

where you are!

Is Dr. Holliday here?

- Yes'm.

- Well, thanks for

not lyin' to me.

What was the idea of sending

back all of my letters

stamped

"address unknown"?

- Doc told me to.

- All right, I need

accommodations

for myself, my

coachman and my maid.

How about it?

- Now look, Mrs. Holliday,

you and Doc been fightin'.

Now, don't get me mixed

in any family quarrels.

- That fight's all over with.

All right, where do I stay?

- Well, I'll have

to ask Doc first.

- You big coward!

Are you afraid

of my husband?

- No, ma'am.

- Maybe you're not.

Where'd you find him?

- He's Wyatt Earp,

Marshal of Dodge City.

- Oh!

How do you and

the Doctor get along?

- Pretty well.

- That's a break.

You're not afraid to

deliver a message to him?

- No, ma'am.

- Just tell him I'm

in town, with $ , .

Will you do that?

And tell him he'd better

act friendly toward me.

You better mention

the name Mike Roarke.

That's a cinch to

interest His Highness.

Shanssey, why don't

you get some manners?

- All right, drive on

to the tavern.

I got a matter to

discuss with you.

- Don't you let him scare

you about the Doctor!

You promise to

deliver that message?

- It'll be

delivered, ma'am.

- Good.

Drive on, James!

- Yes, ma'am!

- That woman's

a hellion!

[ Chuckling ]

- Yeah, she looks like she's

a good match for the Doctor.

Well, I can't let

tender passion

interfere with

official business.

You really

afraid of her?

- That's like askin' me

if I'm scared of the

White Witch of Kilkenny!

[ Chuckling ]

- [Holliday]:

Four of spades, pay !

Nine of spades, pay !

It's a black !

Ace of hearts,

pay the ace!

Three of diamonds,

pay the .

You're on the wrong side

of the table, aren't you?

- I got a message

from Mrs. Holliday.

- Is she in town?

Hank, you take

over. Backroom.

- Your wife, uh, said

to mention Mike Roarke.

She seemed to have some

information about Roarke.

And I wanna give you

fair notice, Doctor,

if you still refuse

to talk, I'm gonna try

and get the information

out of Mrs. Holliday.

[ Laughs ]

- You have a

one-track mind.

- Well, that's, uh...

that's my job, Doctor.

- I was talkin'

to Bill Tilghman

about you a couple

of months ago.

He called you

Deacon Earp.

- Well, they elected me deacon

of the church to keep order.

- The law seems

to be your religion.

- So?

- What a man believes is

no business of mine.

Bill Tilghman says

you're an honest man.

That's good

enough for me,

or I wouldn't even

bother with ya.

You want Roarke?

So do I!

And I got

first claim.

- Why do you

want him, Doctor?

- Hmm! I'm not in

the witness chair!

All I ask is

first crack at Roarke!

- You wanna k*ll him?

- Perhaps,

if that's necessary.

- Well, why don't you, uh,

just sh**t him up a little bit?

That would leave me

a prisoner to question.

- I can't

promise that.

But regarding

Mrs. Holliday,

you can ask her

anything you want.

Anything!

I'm just not in the mood

for domestic things.

You'll excuse me, sir?

- Yes'm!

[ Knocking on door ]

- The door,

the door!

- Yes'm!

- Oh, Marshal

Earp, come in!

Clear off, now,

both of ya!

Did you see

Dr. Holliday?

- Yes'm.

- How is he? Pale?

Coughing all the time?

- He's not too

well, ma'am.

- What size glass is he

using for his whiskey?

- A water glass.

- I thought so.

Fine life for a man

in his condition!

Smokey saloons, whiskey,

day and night!

Did you give

him my message?

- Yes'm. He, uh, he said he

didn't want to be bothered

with domestic things.

Well, I'm sorry, ma'am,

but that's what he said.

- I'm used to that.

Didn't the mention of

Roarke have any effect?

- Yes'm, I think

they have a quarrel.

- Oh!

Then that means he expects

Roarke to come into camp.

Another gunfight!

- I reckon so, ma'am.

- Did he tell you why?

- No, ma'am.

- What will you charge me

to arrest Dr. Holliday?

- Well, I'm afraid

I couldn't do that, ma'am.

- Why not?

- Because he could

sue both of us

for false arrest,

and you'd be liable

to have perjury.

See, the Doctor hasn't robbed

any stages or trains, ma'am.

- But it'll save

his life!

- How?

- I want the Doctor

to quit all this,

go to Colorado,

take the cure!

- Oh, I see.

- The Doctor can't

last at this rate.

Roarke never

rides alone.

It'll be a gunfight

with Dr. Holliday

against, maybe, men.

- Probably.

- And you won't do anything?

- Well, there's nothing

to do, Mrs. Holliday.

You see, I came here

to arrest Roarke

for robbing

Santa Fe trains.

Now, the only way

to head off a fight

between Roarke

and your husband

is, well, for me to

get to Roarke first.

- But if you don't,

will you help the

Doctor in his fight?

- Well, I can't

even do that, ma'am.

You see, I wanna arrest Roarke.

Dr. Holliday wants to k*ll him.

- You men!

Fightin', killin',

lettin' us worry about ya!

And then stickin'

together against us!

- I'm sorry,

ma'am, but--

- No, you're not sorry!

But you will be!

And so will the great

Dr. John H. Holliday!

Get out!

Get out!

- Yes'm, yes'm.

- Now, I don't see why

you blame me, Doc.

You didn't give me

no direct order

to keep Mrs. Holliday

out of camp.

- That's not what

I'm sore about.

- What is it then?

- You seeked Wyatt

Earp onto me!

- I did not! I told him

flat not to bother ya!

I even told him not to

take your wife's message!

- All right, Jack.

All right, it's

my own cussedness.

Earp is a good man,

and I hate good men!

- Aw, now, Doc--

- Earp has a mission.

He's riskin' his life

for $ a month.

He wants Mike Roarke.

He may try

to interfere

when I settle a trivial

and human row with Mike.

Good men always

arouse the worst in me.

It's not that I envy him.

Earp just doesn't

have any logic.

And I have great

respect for logic.

- Well, sure, Doc, you've

got a college degree.

- Yes, yes. Doctor of Dental

Science from Johns Hopkins.

How very logical!

Fixing teeth for people who

deserve to live on mush.

No, Jack.

That's almost as stupid

as being Wyatt Earp

and chasin' a train robber.

I'll ask you, what is

the Santa Fe railroad?

Why shouldn't it be

robbed like the rest of us?

- Well now, you

got me there, Doc.

- And another point--

- Dr. John,

it's Miss Kate!

- What's happened?

- Miss Kate,

she's sick, awful sick!

She's got the--

- Oh, shut up,

Jim, shut up!

- But, Dr. John!

- All right, all right.

Sounds like appendicitis.

I'll come.

- Bless you,

Dr. John!

- Send up a quart of whiskey

to Mrs. Holliday's room.

She's had these attacks before.

I may have to operate.

- Peggy, stop fidgeting!

Stop!

Just one look at your face,

and he'll know I'm not sick!

- All right--

- I don't want you to try

to argue me out of it!

Has James got the coach

ready at the backdoor?

- Yes, ma'am.

- You know what

you're going to do?

First, you'll help James

and me tie up the Doctor.

Then you--

- Shhh!

He's coming!

[ Soft knocking ]

[ Tut-tutting ]

- Have you been eating

grapes, my dear?

- No, John, no.

It's just indigestion!

James and Peggy

were scared, so I--

- Now, Katy, please!

You might have

a burst appendix.

- No, John, please!

- Shhh!

- Oh!

OH!

OHH!

- AHH!

[ Gasps ]

- James! James!

- James! Peggy! Quick,

help me tie him up!

Hurry!

- Hey, Mr. Shanssey?

- Not now. We're

a desperate case.

Mrs. Holliday,

bad sick!

- What do you mean

she's sick?

I just saw her minutes

ago. She was fine.

- Sudden attack.

The Doc's up there now.

- Where's her, uh,

carriage and horses?

- Out in back, by the stable.

Where would they be?

Look, Doc's in a hurry for this.

He can't operate without it.

- Be careful! I'll open

the carriage door!

- I'm sorry, Miss Kate.

- You, stand back!

Keep out of our way!

- No.

- Where's my g*n?

- Mercy's sake! You

can't sh**t a marshal!

- Put him down!

- Yes, sir!

- I'll never forgive

you for this!

- as*ault

and abduction.

Now, you let me take

care of Dr. Holliday.

You take Mrs.

Holliday inside.

- Come with

me, Kay.

- You haven't seen the

end of me, Wyatt Earp!

I'll get my husband out of here,

if it's the last thing I do!

- I don't like it.

We haven't heard

from Grimes.

- What are you

so leery of, Mike?

- Grimes may

not be here.

- Well, I'm the one

Doc Holliday's sore at.

- Five against one.

Doc ain't that crazy!

- Doc may not

even be there.

Somebody give Mike a handful

of sand for his crawl.

- Now, ain't

you funny!

Well, if I do run

into the Doc,

let's see how brave

the rest of ya are.

- Now, I hope

you're not gonna

hold a grudge

against Mrs. Holliday.

She thought she was

doin' what was best for ya.

- Hmm! I knew

you'd say that!

- Why?

- You're always tryin' to do

what's best for everybody.

Mrs. Holliday wants to

shut me up in a hospital.

No drinkin', no gamblin',

no women in the way.

- You'd get well,

wouldn't ya?

- No! It'd k*ll

me in a month.

By doin' what's worst for

myself, I've stayed alive.

Hey, Jack!

Where's that medicine?

- Comin', Doctor.

I hope you give the Marshal

credit for savin' ya.

- I'll never praise anybody

for illogical behavior.

- Well, what's so illogical

about stoppin' your wife

from cartin' you off,

bound hand and foot?

- I'll have first

claim on Mike Roarke.

And with me out of the way,

the Marshal'd have no problem.

I hope you'll act

toward me after this

with the worst

possible motives, sir.

- If I did that,

Dr. Holliday,

then you'd always

understand me.

- He gets the point!

You got a wonderful

talent, Wyatt.

You'd make a wonderful,

great train robber!

- Saints forbid!

- Mmm!

- He'd be the scourge

of the Santa Fe!

- You see, the Doc doesn't

take his own advice.

There are no posters on him for

high crimes and misdemeanors.

- I haven't been identified.

That's the reason.

[ Horse neighing ]

Excuse me, gentlemen.

[ Horses approaching ]

- Now, Doctor, you can't

go against that many!

- Hold it, Mike!

- Get out of

our way, Doc.

- You try it, Mike!

Climb down!

Fast! Get over here!

Move!

Sit down!

You want

him alive?

- Yes, I do.

- Well, then you and

Jack hold on to Roarke.

My business'll

only take a moment.

- Wait a minute, Doc.

That talk I made about you,

why, it was nothing

but a joke!

- Hold on

or I'll--

- I tell ya it

was only a joke!

- Shut up!

This sidewinder

told it all over Texas

that he came to me

for an extraction

and that I pulled

the wrong tooth!

Open your mouth!

By rights, I oughta take

out all your upper teeth!

Instead, I'll just

take on the left

to make sure.

- OW!

- One!

Number comin' up!

- OW!

- There, now!

You better pass

it all around

that I got the

right tooth, Mike,

or I'll yank every one of

them and sh**t ya to boot!

Take him away!

- You two men, throw

down your g*ns!

Climb off your horses

and patch up those two.

You give Mike some laudanum.

- Waste laudanum

on Roarke?

- That's right.

Go get it.

- Very well, Deacon!

I hope the whole Rudabaugh

crowd jumps you

on the way to Dodge City.

You'll need more

than laudanum.

- John! John!

Are you all right?

- Yes, yes,

I'm all right.

I have to go

and get some laudanum.

The Marshal's orders!

- What was all

this about?

- Professional

pride, ma'am.

Mr. Roarke, here,

insulted Dr. Holliday.

- And for that you let him wound

men and t*rture this one?

- Well, those fellas

drew on the Doc first

and he got just about

what he deserved.

- That's right,

Mrs. Holliday.

- My husband shouldn't be

allowed to take such risks!

I'm going to Dodge City,

and when I get there

I'm going to file

a complaint against you

with the Town Council.

- Yes'm. Well, you won't

be the first one.

- Now, don't you have nothin'

to do with him in Dodge, Wyatt.

- Oh, I suspect I'll be

seein' a lot of Dr. Holliday.

- Mother in

heaven! Why?

- I think we'll be friends.

♪♪ 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 ♪

♪ Hmm ♪♪