THE LIFE AND LEGEND OF WYATT
EARP
[Ken Darby singing
"The Legend Of Wyatt Earp"]
[soft 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 continues]
(male narrator)
The frontier doctor
in Kansas Cowtown of
had to handle lot of bad
tempered dangerous patients.
Perhaps, the most celebrated
case in the early annals
of Dodge City medicine was
the time Mr. Shanghai Pierce
millionaire Texas cattle baron,
got a severe stomach ache.
Marshal Wyatt Earp,
and his old friend
Doctor Fabrique of Wichita,
did not ask to become involved
with Shanghai's
medical emergency.
It was forced upon them
by a dozen Texas g*n fighters
standing by to see that
their boss survived. Or else..
(male # )
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa.
Evils of Satan, whoa.
Whoa, whoa!
By right, I shouldn't give
you any water at all!
You're idiots! Both of you!
Hey, you tie them up!
You darn horses. You can
check the dang dang buggy.
I'm getting out of here.
Hey, who sold you
to Doc. Fabrique, huh?
Meanest tempered
pill-push in Kansas.
It's a fine welcome
I'm getting to Dodge city.
I'm glad to see you, doc.
What did they do?
Run you out of Wichita?
Friend, the big-headed boy whom
I've stopped from gettin' k*lled
time and again.
Well, goodbye. I'm shovin' off.
Look, I am glad to see you.
Tell me how's Marsh Murdock
and all my friends in Wichita?
Marsh is feelin' fair
to midland.
You tell me why aren't there
any doctors in this town?
Sure, Doc. McCarty.
He's a good man too.
You look kinda
livers to me, son.
Well, it's not
Doc. McCarty's fault.
See, this town is so peaceful
I don't get any exercise.
Well then, you came to
the right man. I can fix that.
So you've been chased by a bunch
of Indians or a small possy?
- No, I'm going on a vacation.
- No.
Yes. The first vacation
I've had in years.
- And I figured, I earned it.
- Well, you sure have.
Welcome to the jail.
Nice and peaceful. Come on.
Boy, you get better
in Wichita.
And since you know all
the best fishing holes
around Dodge city,
you're taking a vacation too.
Well, what kind of fish
you're looking for?
Catfish. Big-fat bullheads.
About so long.
Do you know where there
are any that will bite
on a plug or twist?
Doc, you tempt me.
But only for a couple of days.
It's all we need, Wyatt.
Say, what did you do
with your practice in Wichita?
You didn't pick up and leave
them without a doctor, did you?
The shame is I gotten a young
assistant out of Jones Hopkins.
It's a pretty good school.
Schools don't signify, Wyatt.
Young doctors have
to do a lot of practice.
You know what I told
my best personal friends?
No. What?
Don't get too sick
while "old docy" is away.
Why let's get the fishing gear
ready and hop to it.
Okay.
Hey, you got one.
Now take it easy.
- Wait a minute.
- That must be a big one!
- Just take it easy.
- Be a big one!
Wyatt, grip on it!
It's front of the hook.
Don't, look out
it'll hurt you.
- No.
- sh**t him!
He didn't swallow
the hook, he just..
It's the tobacco
you're using for bait.
- sh**t him Wyatt, k*ll it!
- It's a big one.
Alright Marshall, but we're
gonna have to take your g*ns.
Oh no you don't, Trask.
Ain't you still working
for Shanghai Pierce?
Uh-huh. And he sent us
after you, doc.
Why is that?
Mr. Pierce, he don't feel good.
He travelled all the way
to Wichita to see doc here.
It's a fine thing
you traipsing off like that.
You're supposed to in Wichita
attending after sick people.
I'm on vacation. And who
are you to be scolding me?
Wait a minute. Calm down.
Where's Mr. Pierce?
Waitin' over at Dodge. He's
got a misery in his stomach.
- And this old fossil here--
- Why you as--
Hold it. Hold it.
Why doesn't Mr. Pierce go see
Doc. McCarty? He's a good man.
Well, sure sure. But he left
for Kansas city this morning.
Besides, he left word
that Doc. Fabrique here
had taken' over his practice.
What?! Why that pill peddler.
I never told McCarty
that I was gonna take over.
You go after him, Trask.
Stop the train
and drag him off!
It's the first vacation
I've had in years
and McCarty goes and pulls
a trick like that on me, Wyatt.
Trask, you go after him.
He's your man.
Mr. Pierce don't know
Doc. McCarty. He wants you.
I'll die first,
right here beside my catfish!
sh**t me! Go ahead!
Fire away!
(Trask)
'Look, Earp, we don't want no
trouble. You know Mr. Pierce.'
He sent us after doc here
and we gotta bring him in.
Or else.
- Mr. Pierce really feeling bad?
- He sure is.
He's got the dangest
belly ache you've ever seen.
Good, good. Let him
suffer for a while.
Just when Wyatt finds me the
nicest biggest catfish hole--
Will you stop?
You go on back to Dodge.
We'll follow you.
Alright. But no more
cat fishing. You promise?
We'll follow you just as soon
as we break camp. Now go on.
Alright.
Thanks, marshal.
Now come on.
No!
No, Wyatt. Wyatt, no please.
Alright, I'll go.
Give me my fishy.
Give me.
Well, we can get
back here tomorrow.
The only excuse I can make
for Doc. McCarty is that
he's tired too.
Saw his chance to take
a rest, and he took it.
Now there's no law that says
you havta treat Shanghai Pierce.
But ethically
and morally I think--
Now, will you shut up? This
is no easy medical case, Wyatt.
The last time Shanghai Pierce
had a big belly ache
he wanted me to cure
the pain in five minutes.
He said if I didn't he'd have
his men set fire to my office.
They would have done it too.
Well, you stopped
the pain, didn't you?
Any fool could have done
that with opium tincture.
But I dint cure Shanghai.
The next time it'll be worse.
Wyatt, you gonna
get us both k*lled.
But what's wrong
with Shanghai Pierce?
What's wrong with him?
Oh, that old fool.
He'll eat or drink anything
he can get his hands on.
He's probably got a bad appendix
a set of stomach ulcers.
The worst thing that's wrong
he's got two million dollars.
A hundred cow hands
like Trask.
If it's the death of Shanghai
it will be the death of me.
And you!
And him. Come on,
let's get out of here.
I'd say.
I can hardly wait to get home,
Wyatt, to eat this fish.
Blasted, you both.
- The pain's still bad?
- It's getting worse.
Where is that scallywag
of a doctor?
Trask said he would
come in right in.
Thought maybe
an ice pack might help.
- Now, take your boots off--
- No!
Go get doctor Fabrique!
And nobody touches those boots.
By George, if I can't
make it I wanna go out
like a man
with my boots on.
Alright, Mr. Pierce, alright.
I just thought that--
Tessie, stop thinking.
Go hurry the doctor!
Here's the doctor now.
(Mr. Pierce)
'You no good old quack.
Running out on me.'
What are you trying
to do, Wyatt? I'm a sick man!
Oh, shut up.
- Young woman, you a nurse?
- Well, no.
I didn't think so.
Now get outta here!
Get out!
Hold that, Wyatt.
Give me my stethoscope.
You're not worth
all this trouble.
Don't forget now, you're to take
half a glass every hours.
Bottoms up.
Bottoms up!
That's better.
Why, he had more gas in him
than a founded steer?.
How many times do I have
to tell you not to mix cucumbers
bourbon whiskeys, steak,
onions and blueberry pie.
No! It's no harm done, doc.
I feel fine now.
- What's the verdict?
- He had a bad appendix.
And listen you stupid idiot.
You better watch
what you're eating.
Give your stomach
a chance to calm down.
I really had myself
a belly ache. A big one.
Just like everything
about old Shanghai.
How much do I owe you, doc?
- Five dollars.
- Five hundred, you mean.
I dragged you away
from a fishing hole.
I said five dollars.
All you gotta do is just
mail it to my office in Wichita.
Come on, Wyatt, we should
get back to that catfish hole.
What's wrong?
What's old doc sore about?
Well, Mr. Pierce,
you wouldn't savvy.
Oh, now hold on, Wyatt.
Now you and I had our troubles
down at Wichita. But that was
a long time ago and far away.
You ordered your men
to pull a g*n on doc and me.
Sure, I had a belly ache.
Well, I don't like havin' a g*n
pulled on me neither does doc.
Oh, well, I apologize.
Well, that doesn't change
anything, Mr. Pierce.
You think you can get tough
with a doctor at medicine
and all you gotta do is smooth
it over with a little money
and then apologize
and everything will be alright.
I suggest you take that
big belly ache of yours
and your big bank roll
and get outta Dodge city.
Next time any of your cowhands
pull a g*n on me
when my back is turned I'll have
more than a fishing pole handy.
Oh no! Wyatt.
Wyatt!
Hold it, doc.
Where do you think
you are going?
It's none of your business.
Stand aside!
(Trask)
'You are not leaving
till Mr. Pierce says so.'
They're givin' you
any trouble, doc?
No, Wyatt, he's not
givin' me any trouble.
Come on!
Fix those patients.
You're not going anywhere
until Mr. Pierce says you can.
Gentlemen, I've had
enough of you.
Now, I'll take your g*ns.
Don't try.
Hold your fire, Wyatt.
This one is bleeding bad.
But he ain't no patient of mine.
Alright, break it up,
everybody. Go on move!
Give me that handkerchief.
Get out of here. Hal, put
a tourniquet on his arm.
We'll take him
to Doc. McCarty's office.
Doc left for Kansas city.
It's alright. Doctor Fabrique
will take care of him.
Put the tourniquet
around his arm.
Wyatt, I ought to cuss
you out to a fair thee well.
The catfish are biting
and you strap me down
with two g*nsh*t cases.
Yeah, I did you a favor
I could have dropped him out
there at the fishing hole.
Come on. Pick him up. Let's
take him over to doctor's place.
- Come on.
- Come on!
You get him, Hal.
A big favor
you've done me.
I've already wasted
minutes of my vacation.
You-you should have better sense
to draw a g*n on Wyatt Earp.
I've got a mind to rub
a choice germ into your hand.
Oh-h, Wyatt.
See where McCarty
keeps his phenyl solution.
Yes.
Look, doc, Mr. Pierce
ain't gonna like this.
He might even pass the word
to the boys for a real..
Will you stop scaring me?
If you don't watch out
you're liable to wind up
without any kind of a hand.
- Look, all I'm saying is--
- Will you shut up?
Mr. Pierce better
have faster g*ns
than you two if he's gonna have
a Turkey sh**t.
Here, doctor.
As the Deputy Yard said, "When
you're through patching him up
you'll take him
on over to the jail."
Oh! Fine! Fine! I'm sure
they'll enjoy the trip.
Shanghai Pierce will
bail him out in ten minutes.
Look, Wyatt, we're still going
on the fishing trip, ain't we?
Right after.
Right after what?
Come here!
Oh, no!
I'll be.. Doctor will be with
you in just a moment, folks.
I don't care how sick you are.
I came up here for vacation.
- Go on, cuss.
- I want to go fishing.
Go on, cuss.
Swear the Hippocratic Oath.
Go home! Go home!
Go home! Go home! Go home!
I'm sorry, folks. Doctor
doesn't mean what he says.
He just.. Well, he doesn't
feeling himself today now.
You just all sit here
and kind of wait your turn, huh?
Mr. Pierce, did the doctor say--
Now, don't fret Tessie.
I'm cured.
Tell me, how are Trask
and Drango?
They're alright. That
Marshal only wounded them.
The Deputy at the doctor's
office said that
they have to go to jail though.
Marshal Wyatt Earp. I don't
know about him, Tessie.
You know what, I even
thought of him as a son.
I tried to make him my partner.
I really don't think you should
be eating so much, Mr. Pierce.
Now, don't nag old Shanghai.
Now, that boy wants
buffalo of me
and throw me in jail in Wichita?
Now, he has plucked
two of my best men.
Well, alright,
we'll bail them out.
I gotta do something
about Wyatt Earp though.
My temper is getting
mighty sore.
No!
What's that you say?
I said no.
You're still a sick man.
I think we ought to head
for St. Louis or Kansas city.
Oh! Please, Mr. Pierce.
They have stomach specialists
and good hospitals.
Oh, no, Tessie.
You're spoiling my appetite.
If none of the others
will tell you the truth
I thought I was some use to you.
Just by telling you the truth--
No, darn it.
Tessie, sit down.
Sit down!
Now, tell me how many
of my men are here in Dodge.
Dozen, fifteen.
I didn't count.
Alright?
You go round them all up.
g*n fight?
No, you don't have
to be there.
Alright, I'll tell
you the truth.
Doc. Fabrique is
the only pill-pusher
that I have any confidence in.
You saw how-how you
got me back on my feet.
Well alright,
I'm heading back to Texas.
Now, I want Doc
to travel along with me.
- Kidnapping?
- Well, no other way.
But that would mean
a fight with Wyatt Earp.
Uh-uh.
Not if you do
a little play acting.
Now Wyatt Earp has got
one soft spot in him.
For a Yankee he's very
chivalrous to all women.
So, now, Tessie,
you go to him.
(Hal)
'Dr. Fabrique still working?'
Yeah, he sure is.
Lambert kid's got
summer complaint.
Old grandpa Dickens
heart's threatening.
I wired Doc. McCarty
telling him to hurry back
as soon as he can.
You know for a real vacation
old Doc. Fabrique should've
stayed in Wichita.
Hal, you and I think
we got a tough, well..
...don't have to study medicine.
I know. People sure
take advantage.
Just saw the Morgan sisters
in the doc's waiting room.
They are the biggest fakes
to pretend to be sick.
- They are people like that.
- Hmm.
[door opens]
Oh oh.
Well, I thought
Mr. Pierce had left town.
He's leaving.
- He wants me to go with him.
- Oh.
He promised to send me
to Saint Paris.
I could get a job
in a show there.
- Well, sit down.
- Thank you.
Mr. Pierce kind
of specializes in..
...down-and-out show girls.
I didn't know that.
- He was such a gentleman and--
- With so much money.
I-I suppose you're
afraid of him.
He said he hired me as a nurse.
And if I try to quit he'd..
I don't know what
I'm going to do, Mr. Earp.
Did he thr*aten
to take you by force?
Look, I-I've some papers
I've to sign here and then..
..I'll take you over and
get you a safe place to stay.
(Mr. Pierce)
Hang on, Trask.
You just bring the doc out.
We'll get him out here.
You're both bilious
sitting around all day
in your millinery shop,
get outta here..
Mr. Pierce wants
to see you, Doc.
Well, I don't
want to see him.
- How'd you two get out of jail?
- The judge let us out on bond.
Mr. Pierce is
in the carriage, right outside.
He wants a final check-up
before we leave for Texas.
I've discharged him.
And you can tell
that pig-headed old fool
that as far as I am concerned
I will not go out there and..
Mr. Pierce, are you sick again?
- Got a pain, get that doc.
- Well, he's right here.
Stop faking, Shanghai,
and you're no patient of mine.
If you don't tell Trask
to let me go
I'll have Wyatt Earp
throw you in jail.
He's a goner.
His heart.
Will you shut up?
I'll examine him.
Fancy pants!
Uh uh. He's gone
and done it.
He's got a hard appendix.
It's just one chance.
Drive him to that army station
out of the old fort.
Wyatt! Wyatt!
Can I get any police protection
in this town?
Mr. Pierce!
He's not dead, is he?
No, ma'am. He's got
the appendicitis.
Doc, he'll never
make it to the fort.
I think the Doc oughta
operate right now.
No! No, I won't!
- Wait a minute!
- No!
You let me kind of handle this.
Wait a minute!
Now look, he's real
sick, isn't he?
Just good as dead right now.
Well, couldn't you operate?
- No.
- Why not?
Why should I operate on a man
who treated Doctor
like a cow hand?
Alright now, doctor.
Now, what is the real reason
you don't wanna operate?
I don't wanna take
the chance, Wyatt. Why should I?
Shanghai Pierce's men might k*ll
me in case anything goes wrong.
But they're gonna be just as
hostile to you, if you refuse.
Yeah! Look, Wyatt,
I ain't gettin' any rest here.
If you're a really
a friend of mine
you'll hold off
Shanghai Pierce's crowd
and give me a head start
back to Wichita. Hmm?
Well, if that's the way
that's the way
you look at it, doctor.
- Doctor.
- Hey! Wait a minute.
Are you saying
I ain't a doctor?
- Well..
- Alright.
I'll operate. Haul that Shanghai
Pierce over to the hotel.
I'll be over there as soon as
I collect the proper tools.
I ain't a doctor! Huh!
Out of my way!
- Out of my way!
- Come on, back it up. Hurry!
Look, Hal, I'm gonna
give Doc a hand.
If any of Shanghai's men
show up here packing g*ns
don't fool around
with 'em. Take 'em.
Right.
- Lie down, Mr. Pierce.
- Where is that old butcher?
He'll be here any minute now.
- Now, Tessie, you stay here.
- I will, Mr. Pierce.
Rest of you
wait in the bedroom.
I don't think old doc's knife
will slip on purpose.
But it just might.
I will have
g*ns on him, Mr. Pierce.
Well, go on. Get out!
Now, Tessie, give me just one
little sniff of your good luck.
No, Mr. Pierce.
- Hello, doctor!
- Huh!
What's marshal Earp
doing here?
He's my assistant.
Any more foolish questions?
Now, you've to make
a long expertise Doc.
- This is a little show gal.
- Ah-h-h.
Oh! Stop your moaning,
you ain't dead yet.
Listen, doc, can I have
one shot of whiskey?
No! Young woman, can you handle
ether without fainting?
- I'll do it.
- No, Wyatt.
I want you
to swab up after me.
And then I want you
to hold the clamps
but right now,
get rid of that a*tillery.
Young lady, you take this.
Put it over his face.
Take the ether.
Let it start
drippin' out slowly.
Wyatt, go there
and get that lamp.
Mostly you'll be
holding the lamp, Wyatt.
Just raise the other one,
Marshal and take it easy.
We just wanna make sure that Doc
here don't let that knife slip.
'Cause if something bad
happens to Mr. Pierce
the same is gonna
happen to you.
Why don't you stop
your jabbering?
Mr. Trask,
hold to that g*n
wait downstairs and take
your friends with you.
Trask, why don't you
clear out of here?
Oh! Stop it!
Go downstairs, Trask.
If anything goes wrong there's
plenty of time to get even.
Alright.
Downstairs, boys.
Hold it, lady.
He's under.
Bring the light closer, Wyatt.
Keep that ether
drippin' slowly, now.
How do you think that went?
The appendix hadn't busted.
No sign of peritonitis yet.
I'd say there's
a good chance, Wyatt
Should he breathing
like this, doctor?
He's lucky to be
breathing at all.
Look, I want you
to stay here and see
that he doesn't eat any pork
chops when he wakes up.
We're gonna go down
to the bar.
How long will you
be gone, doctor?
Well, Ms. Nosey, that's
a professional secret.
Mister...you won't let
the doctor get drunk, will you?
Ma'am, I don't think the doctor
can't get drunk enough
to forget or forgive
any of this.
(Doctor Fabrique)
Wyatt, Wyatt! Come on!
(Wyatt)
Comin'.
(Trask)
How about it, doc?
Mr. Pierce gonna make it?
- None of your business.
- Why you--
Looks like this one
is dead, Wyatt.
No, it just scratched his skull.
Now, you've gone
and ruined my dang vacation.
You know, I should have
shot 'em any way
even if hadn't gone
for their g*ns.
Anyone pulls a g*n on me
when my back's turned.
Better make good on it.
- Professional ethics, doctor.
- Yeah.
Sorry to going off
in such a hurry, Wyatt.
Doc. McCarty will be coming
back in a few hours.
Let him take care
of his own patients.
You wanna get outta here
before anything else happens.
I can't say I blame you.
Sorry it turned out this way.
Hold it, doc. You can wait
a minute for old Shanghai.
You ain't leaving here
until I pay you your fee.
I pay all my debts in cash.
Tessie, give him
that roll of bills.
Here, $ , .
Mr. Pierce wants you
to use it for a new hospital.
Not a rich cent.
Doc. Fabrique thanks you.
You better take it.
You old butcher you.
And, Wyatt..
Oh, here he goes again.
Busted his stitches.
Look out, lady.
Let's take him in, Wyatt.
Go pick up doc's money.
He earned it.
[Ken Darby singing
"The Legend Of Wyatt Earp"]
♪ 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 ♪