[ g*nshots ]
- Well, we've got Wyatt
Earp cornered at last.
Holed up there,
all by himself.
Shall we rush him, boss,
and get it over with?
- No. He can't have
much grub with him.
Maybe one canteen
of water.
I want Earp
to die slow.
♪♪ Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪♪
- The Life and Legend of Wyatt
Earp, starring Hugh O'Brian!
Of all the tough
cattle outfits
with whom Wyatt Earp
tangled in Dodge City,
the Big T gave Marshal Earp
the most trouble.
And of all the attempts
to ambush Wyatt,
the shrewdest was
that concocted
by Rance Purcell,
owner of the Big T,
and Gus Andrews,
his foreman.
Hired gunmen had failed.
A concealed sharpsh**ter
in Dodge City had missed.
But the Big Ters took advantage
of Marshal Earp's
one reckless habit:
this was his desire
to go it alone
when he investigated
reports of certain crimes.
And one day at Stony Wells, near
the Washita River crossing...
♪♪ The dusty road
lay hot and still ♪
♪ Beneath a burnin' sky ♪
♪ The silence hung upon me ♪
♪ As painful as a cry ♪
♪ And this was not
the kind of day ♪
♪ For any man to die ♪♪
[ g*nshots ]
[ g*nshots ]
- Hey, Earp!
Get your hands up!
We got you surrounded!
[ g*nsh*t ]
Don't be a fool, Earp!
Come on out
with your hands up!
- You come and get me!
[ g*nshots in distance ]
- Somebody fightin'
Indians over yonder?
- Nah, Big T's got
Wyatt Earp cornered
over at the old
Stony Wells Roadhouse.
Come on, chum,
it's a free for all!
- How many against Earp?
- Oh, at least.
Pa says we'll get him
sure this time.
Come on, don't
miss the fun!
- My horse is tuckered,
but I'll be there.
- OK, come on!
- Where's Doc Holliday?
- Upstairs. He's havin'
a bad spell with his cough.
- I won't disturb
him too much.
And I don't go
for to , Doc.
- Wyatt's had this
comin' a long time.
He always plays the lone wolf.
He deserves to get k*lled!
- But, Doc,
he's your friend!
It seems--it seems like you
oughta do somethin' to--
- What can I do?
I'm dyin' myself, man!
- Yes, sir, I--I
just thought that--
- Here! Drink this
and you won't think.
Now, get out
of here! Go on! Git!
- Yes, sir.
[ Doc coughing ]
Howdy, ma'am!
- John, is Wyatt
in trouble?
- Yeah.
He's got his fool self
cornered by men.
I guess I oughta
lend him a hand.
You lend me one!
- John, must you--
- I must! I must!
I don't know why,
but I must!
♪♪ There comes a time
when every man must face ♪
♪ The big unknown ♪
♪ When odds are
all against him ♪
♪ And he stands up on his own ♪
♪ But friendless is the man ♪
♪ Who has to face
these things alone ♪♪
[ g*nshots ]
- Come back here!
We'll wear him down!
You gettin'
hungry, Earp?
[ g*nsh*t ]
- Doc, where's Wyatt?
- He's holed up
in Stony Wells.
- Ah, it's
true then.
My deputies are
bringin' prisoners in.
I'll get some
of Wyatt's men
and meet you back
here in minutes.
- Ten minutes might
make the difference.
Right now's the time,
unless you're scared of
the boys from the Big T.
- I'll go any
place you go, Doc.
- [Man]: Four.
- Give me a double.
The Big T outfit has
Wyatt Earp in a corner at last!
- How'd that happen?
- Earp was pokin' his nose
into a couple of killings
at the old Stony
Wells Roadhouse.
Rance Purcell and his
men surrounded him.
- Stony Wells?
- Yeah.
- I'm payin' off, men.
- You quittin', honey?
- Yep.
- But the bank's in
the hole! It'll cost you!
- Guess that makes
us all square.
I've got an errand.
- Ben Thompson,
you wait a second!
- I'm mighty
fond of Wyatt.
- But, Ben, you can't walk out
of here in the middle of a game!
- What are we
waitin' for, boss?
- He ain't sweated
long enough, Gus.
- Suppose some of Earp's
friends hear about this.
[ Chuckling ]
- Friends?
Earp ain't got a friend in
the whole state of Kansas.
We'll take him
tonight in the dark.
- Whoa!
Let's stop here
for a minute,
have a drink of water.
Huh, cousin?
- Here you are.
- I reckon I be leavin'
you now, cousin.
- You change your mind
about helpin' Earp, Wes?
- Yeah, and so
should you, Mannen.
- Nope.
I'm beholden to Earp.
- Why, you can't
take sides
with that dang Yankee
against Texas boys.
- I can. He saved my
cousin Orie from hangin'.
Didn't he let you go when
he could've k*lled ya, Wes?
- Oh, my wife begged
me not to g*n him.
- Ain't the way
she told it to me.
She said you tried to use
a quick-draw holster,
and it didn't work.
She said Earp sprained your
wrist instead of killin' ya.
- You wanna
fight, cousin?
- I ain't
runnin' from one.
Well, if it
ain't Ben Thompson.
Hiya, Ben!
- Mannen Clements
and Wesley Hardin.
- Yeah, howdy!
- You fellows hear
about Wyatt Earp?
- Wes and I was on our
way to help the Marshal,
but Wes got cold feet.
- Don't you
say I'm yellow!
- Hold it, Wes.
I owe Wyatt considerable,
and I'm gonna pay him off
if I can get there in time.
- You gonna take sides
against Texas boys
in favor of a Yankee?
- John Wesley Hardin.
Seems I recall
a poster or two
where you're wanted
by the Texas rangers.
You're a real patriotic
fella, ain't ya?
Get on your horse, Mannen.
We ain't got too much time.
- Holster your
g*n, friend.
Wes'll ride with us.
- Yeah, of my own
free will, Thompson!
- Well, good for you!
Hit the leather!
[ g*nshots ]
- Well, it was
a straight tip, Doc.
Those aren't champagne
corks poppin'!
- Hold it!
There might be some more of them
joinin' up with the opposition.
Let's get off
the trail. Move!
[ g*nshots ]
Wes Hardin, Ben Thompson,
Mannen Clements.
Which side are you on?
- Take it
slow, Doc.
You gents know Doc Holliday
and Sheriff Bat Masterson?
- Hiya, Doc.
- We was aimin' to
help Wyatt Earp.
But I don't like any other
Johnny Law that wears a star.
- Take off that star.
- I don't see
what a star--
- We're not
helpin' Wyatt any
by pickin' a fight
with these gentlemen.
They're great artists with
a -g*n, or didn't you know?
- I know.
- Quite a tribute, Wes.
Sheriff Bat
Masterson, there,
is quite a hand
with a Colt, I hear.
- All right,
I'm friendly.
- Good. Now, we'll have
to talk this over.
We'll use some strategy.
And seein' that mine is
the only intelligence
that's trained in deceit
and slimy tactics,
I want to offer my advice.
- Hey, Marshal Earp!
You better take a nap now!
We're comin' in after ya
as soon as it's dark.
- The idea is to try and
reach Wyatt one by one
and by different
directions.
- So they can pick us
off one by one?
- Mr. Hardin, you don't seem
to grasp my major concept.
I think I can say
without a modesty
that the of
us represent
the cream of the local
talent in gunfightin'.
- I'll say
aye to that.
- The ayes have it.
There's one thing I want
you all to remember:
I didn't get out
of a sick bed
just to scare Rance Purcell
and Gus Andrews!
- The Doc wants himself
a real turkey sh**t.
- And so do I!
When that Big T
rushes Wyatt,
they're gonna be real
surprised how many g*ns go off!
- I'm for that. That
all right with you, Wes?
- How is Wyatt gonna know
we ain't from the Big T?
- That's a good point.
[ Coughing ]
Sheriff Masterson'll
go in first
and break the news that
the rest of us are comin'.
Any other questions?
- Nope.
[ Horse approaching ]
- Take it
easy, Doc.
- Why aren't you hound dogs
over there helpin' Wyatt Earp?
- Clay Allison!
- Howdy, Doc!
[ Snickering ]
Thought you'd
be dead by now.
Howdy, Wes!
Mannen!
Ben!
Who's the kid?
- Bat Masterson.
You've heard of him.
- Oh yeah.
Howdy, kid!
- Howdy!
- Clay, you been
drinkin' very much?
- Ah, about
a pint is all.
- Clay can handle
himself, Doc.
- Why, it takes a pint
to get him sober.
- Still, I don't drink no more
than you put away, Doc.
- I thought we came here to
save Wyatt. How about it?
[ Coughing ]
Don't pay any
attention to that.
I'll get him
calmed down.
Wes, you tell Clay
the plan. Let's move!
- Clay...
- No sense in waitin'
for dark, boss.
He's low on cartridges.
- He hasn't fired the
Winchester in some time.
- Let's rush him.
- No.
Draw the boys off
from the north side.
Make him think he's
got a chance to run.
- All right, we'll see if we
can draw him out in the open.
- Yeah.
[ g*nshots ]
[ g*nshots ]
- Hey, you men on
the north side!
The boss wants to
talk to ya!
- Wyatt!
- How'd you get here?
- More help's comin'!
- They pulled their g*ns
away from the north.
Purcell thinks I'll make
a run for it. Let's go!
- No, no,
we've got help!
- How many
and how soon?
- [Doc]: Masterson!
Give me a hand!
[ Coughing ]
- Doc, you should
be in bed!
- We gotta cover Ben
and Wes over there!
- They didn't even
see us! Howdy, Wyatt!
- Howdy, Ben!
- Mannen and Clay are
comin' in from the north!
- Remember me,
Wes Hardin?
- Yeah, I sure do.
[ Coughing ]
- Anybody got
any whiskey?
- You don't need
whiskey, you need rest.
Anybody bring water?
- Water? We brought g*ns.
Ain't that enough?
[ g*nshots ]
- Here they come!
- They're hit!
- Both of them!
- Take care
of Mannen!
- Get the door!
- Who are those men?
- Too far to tell.
- Word got out.
- Ah, they're just a
couple of deputies, boss.
Both of them are hit.
Let's move in!
- No! No, not until I'm
sure it isn't a posse.
I'm checkin' this myself.
Every man lays low
till I get back!
- I'm sure glad you
brought this amm*nit*on.
I was down to
my last shells.
- We're payin' off
a debt, Marshal.
- Yeah, well, consider
it paid! Can you travel?
- I reckon.
- What do you
mean, travel?
- What I said. We'll get
out the way you got in.
- Uh-uh, Wyatt.
- What do you mean?
- We made a deal with Bat.
This is our show.
- Let Wyatt say what he'd do.
- He wants to run!
- We aim to fight!
- Doc Holliday,
Mannen Clements,
John Wesley Hardin,
Clay Allison,
Ben Thompson
and Bat Masterson.
Great gunfighters.
Now, you know we can pick off
at least men out there.
- Well, what's
wrong with that?
The Big T ambushed you and
they plugged Clay and Mannen!
- See, Wyatt, most of us
here are Texans.
We don't think
bushwhacking's fair.
And besides,
against ,
that calls for...
punishment!
- I'm runnin' short of
breath and temper, Wyatt.
- We oughta tell them
what they're up against.
Give 'em a chance
to surrender.
[ All talking ]
- Quiet! Quiet!
You're so ethical,
you warn 'em!
- Thank you, Doctor.
Give me that stick.
Got a handkerchief?
- You was right,
Gus. No posse.
Let's finish this.
- Hold your fire!
- You quittin'
the fight?
- No, I want
you to quit.
- What kind of
a bluff is this, Earp?
- It's no bluff,
Mr. Purcell.
I got men with me, the best
gunfighters in the country.
- You're a liar!
You've only got him and
scared, wounded deputies.
All right, move in!
k*ll him!
- Here they come!
Ben, you got yourself
a fight! Keep us covered!
- Wyatt, on the left!
- You're takin' up the
whole window, cousin!
- Go get your
own window!
- Don't be selfish,
Cousin Mannen!
- That was Ben
Thompson with Wyatt.
There's a lot more
of them in there too.
- Ah!
- Look it, they're sh**t'
from all the windows.
- Earp wasn't lyin'.
He's got that place
filled with fightin' men.
Let's give up.
Let's move!
- No! We're doin'
this wrong.
Big T!
Hold your fire!
I want you back
here with me!
- Purcell doesn't
believe it.
Looks like they're gettin'
ready to rush the door.
- Let's go outside
and get 'em!
- No! We want
Purcell and Andrews.
No sense in sh**t'
a lot of hired hands.
- There's quite a few
of 'em down already!
- Wyatt's runnin'
this fight, Doc.
- When we came here, Wyatt
was holed up like a rat.
Now he wants to
call off the fight.
I say we put it to a vote.
- I'm not for callin'
off the fight.
I want Purcell and Andrews,
but only if they force us.
- Put it to a vote.
- All right.
You for me or for Doc?
- Doc, let's just see
how popular you are!
Wes, how do you vote?
- Wyatt!
- Ben?
- Wyatt.
- Wyatt!
- [Clay]: Wyatt!
- Just a passel
of sissy boys!
Five Big Ters are dead and
a half a dozen are winged.
I vote for
John H. Holliday!
Count me out.
- Give him
back his g*n.
- What, and have
him cut loose at--
- He won't do that!
Here's your g*n.
We still may
have to use you.
- Wyatt, they're
comin' right at us!
- All right,
Earp!
You and your deputies come on
out and make your fight!
- Let's go!
- Mannen Clements...
Wes Hardin...
Clay Allison,
Ben Thompson.
Texas men.
All on the side
of a Yankee John Law!
- Wyatt don't want us
to k*ll all of ya.
- And Doc Holliday,
a real Southerner
from Georgia!
- Mr. Purcell, we just
want you and Mr. Andrews.
Now, you pick the two
of us you prefer to fight.
Or we'll all go to sh**t'.
No!
You make your choice.
The rest of us'll
stay out of it.
All right, all of you
go get your horses!
And pick up your men!
- Wyatt...
- Yeah?
- The boys are gettin'
ready to leave.
Aren't you gonna
say anything to 'em?
- There's nothin' to say.
- Well, there's
always "thank you."
- It sounds stupid.
- Well, you might
at least tell 'em goodbye!
- Bad manners!
Bad manners!
Quite a lot of
friends you've got!
Go through a hot
tussle with them,
and all they leave me
is half a pint!
Just half a pint!
- They all left?
- Yep.
- Marshal Earp hasn't
any manners either!
You didn't even say "so long"
to men who risked their lives--
- Why should he?
Rascals, K*llers,
hoodlums!
Wyatt'll pray for
their poor souls!
Won't you,
Deacon Earp?
- Yeah, and I'll pray
for yours too, Doctor.
I came here to investigate
the m*rder of these two men.
That's what
I'm gonna do.
Take the Doctor on
back to Miss Kate.
- Yes, sir.
You should've
said "so long."
- Don't be
an idiot!
What did you say
when he saved your life?
- Well, nothin'!
- Then remember that!
And remember how the good
Lord gave you the wisdom
to keep your
mouth shut!
♪♪ O hail, horse ♪
♪ I won't be your rider ♪
♪ Today ♪♪
♪♪ 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 ♪♪