♪♪ Hmm ♪
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪♪
- Wyatt Earp's little
brother Morgan
was a charming, devil-may-care,
young buckaroo.
When he came under the influence
of Dr. John H. Holliday,
Wyatt had a problem.
Although Wyatt and
Doc were friends,
Marshal Earp knew Doc
for what he was,
an embittered adventurer
with a strange code.
If a youngster like Morgan Earp
started hero worshipping
Doc Holliday,
he was mighty apt to pay
for it with his life.
- Get your hands
up! All of you!
You! Get that box
down from the booth!
Don't try it.
I don't like sh**t'
by accident.
- Smiley!
- What did you say?
- Nothing. You
hearing things?
- Shut up!
Climb aboard, all of you!
Come on, get moving!
- Hey, whoa! Let me
out here, will you?
- Whoa...
What's the idea, Morg?
Your brother will be waiting
for you at the depot.
- I'll see Wyatt in
a few minutes.
I got an urgent message
for Doc Holliday
here at the Long Branch.
[ Driver whistles ]
- Join the queen
and pay the jack.
- Hi, Doc.
- Wha--? Just a moment, Morg.
There you are, sir.
Frankie, now you
take over the table.
Well, Morg!
- How's the Deacon?
- He's just fine.
Haven't you seen Wyatt?
- I had to see you first.
- Oh?
- Backroom?
- Yeah.
- ...and his mask fell down.
Who should I see
but Smiley Dunlap.
- Smiley?
Well, that really surprises me.
- Cross my heart.
The poor clown got
himself suckered
into a Wells Fargo hold-up.
- He must have
been forced into it.
- The point is,
big brother Wyatt takes a Wells
Fargo robbery awfully serious.
- He's a Johnny Law
by profession, Morg.
- He's bound to ask me
about the hold-up.
- Well, you just forget
you saw Smiley, hmm?
- Well...
- Look, Morg.
I like Dunlap and so do you.
He's funnier than Josh Billings,
Mark Twain and all the others.
Did you ever hear
him tell the story
about how he cured a
giraffe of a sore throat?
Now this is a very funny man
and he's well worth saving.
- All right, I
won't tell Wyatt.
But what do we do about Smiley?
- Well, that's simple.
We go find him.
- Might be a long ride, Doc.
- True.
- Well, hello Morgan.
- Big brother! Howdy!
- Good to see you.
Of course I'm kind of sorry to
see you in such bad company.
- Huh?
- Morgan, he knows that
I am a scoundrel.
Your little brother
bought the bottle, Wyatt,
but he has not touched
one solitary drop.
- Well, he's of age, Doctor.
I'm working on that
Wells Fargo heist.
- Yeah, I was on my way to
you until I remembered
I owed Doc $ .
- Ha! Morg, I will
see you later, hmm?
- Yeah.
Come on, Wyatt.
I'm going to give you the best
description of a robbery
you ever heard.
I was fixin' to be
a hero, sh**t it out.
But the boss of
the g*ng reminded me
there was ladies present.
- Well, I'm glad
you acted sensibly.
- Thanks.
- You recognize any of the g*ng?
- Like I said before,
they all wore masks.
- Well, it's just
routine, Morgan,
but sometimes you may
recognize a voice, you know?
- Not this time, Wyatt.
- I'm sure glad you
didn't draw a g*n.
Mom and Dad would
have blamed me.
- For what happened miles
down the road? Come on, Wyatt!
- They still think of
you as my little brother.
- Aw, little brother!
- Now don't go blaming me.
I told you last time I wouldn't
treat you big brother-ish.
- Go on in, then. Go on.
Here they are, Doc.
Millen and Griggs.
They should know who
pulled that job.
- Why thank you, Frankie.
You can lock the door.
Behind you!
Well now, who wants to talk?
- It wasn't our crowd.
We've been camped outside
of town the last two weeks.
- Where is Smiley Dunlap?
- Smiley?
- He ain't rode
with us for months.
Last we heard, he fell in love
with some rancher's daughter.
- That is a lie.
Smiley has a better sense of
humor than to fall in love!
Now I want honest information!
I'll give you exactly
two hours to get it.
- We'll try, Doc. We'll
sure do our darnedest.
- You'd better.
Frankie!
- Yes?
- Let 'em out.
- Let's go, boys.
- That cigar smells
like one of Doc's.
- It is.
- I'm getting a little
worried about Doc.
He's fighting again
with Miss Kate.
- Why not? She's always
yapping at him.
- Brother, Miss Kate is
a long suffering wife.
Not one woman in ,
would have stuck with Doc.
- Makes a good living
for her, doesn't he?
- Money isn't
everything to a woman.
Don't you ever
forget it, Morgan.
- All right, big brother.
Get to the point.
- Look, I'm not trying
to lecture you, Morgan.
I'm just trying to warn you.
[ g*nshots ]
You know these men?
- Doug Millens
and Steve Griggs.
You might ask Doc
Holliday about 'em.
- They was just talking
to Doc in the Long Branch.
- Thanks.
- Dirty m*rder*r.
Anybody here see who did this?
- Five or men on horses, Doc.
They rode on out of town.
- Well, Marshal Earp,
why aren't you on horseback
gallopin' after 'em?
- You got any idea
why they were k*lled?
- That is your business.
Morgan, I want to talk to you.
My suite at the Dodge House.
- Wait. What's my brother
got to do with this?
- Not a thing! I just
want to talk to him!
Any objection?
- Yeah! I don't want him
messing in your affairs!
- Any law against
me talking to Doc?
Stop playing big brother.
- Morgan is almost a
good a man as you are.
And right now, I believe
I prefer his company!
Morg?
- Brother, if you got
yourself into something,
you can get
yourself out of it.
[ Footsteps ]
- [Doc]: Just hold
your temper, Morg.
We can't have Wyatt
messing around.
Well, well.
The door is unlocked.
Wait 'til I make
sure Katie isn't here.
You know, she is
Wyatt's stool pigeon.
Katie?
Morgan, somehow we have
to keep him out of this.
- What's it all about?
- Griggs and Millen were going
to get me some information
on the Wells Fargo job.
- Smiley must be
in real trouble.
- Yes, he is.
Do you want to help?
- Of course, Doc.
- All right.
First thing, we gotta
sneak out of town.
We can hire some horses
from Old Man Dietrich.
At least he knows how
to keep his mouth shut.
- Shouldn't we tell Wyatt?
- Son, where we're going,
the very name of Wyatt Earp
would start a gunfight.
Besides, Wyatt doesn't
owe Smiley anything.
So why should
he risk his name?
- You're right. Let's go.
- I don't think I'm being
big brother-ish about Morg.
Two men k*lled just
for talking to Doc.
I can't have Morg associating
with Doc until I know the story.
Do you think I'm
being unreasonable?
- Not to me and you.
You think Doc had anything to
do with this Wells Fargo job?
- No. But Doc's got a lot
of friends who are hoodlums.
Now one of them
may be involved.
- Well, you know Wyatt, a man
has to be mighty careful
when he's dealing with
his younger brother.
Why don't you just sit there
in that chair a spell
and think about it.
- That should be enough.
Now the important thing
is that no one knows.
You understand that?
Morgan...
- And John mentioned
a man named Smiley.
John thinks he had something
to do with the hold-up.
- Smiley...
Smiley Dunlap, pal of Doc's.
- But Dunlap isn't a robber!
- How did Morg get
involved in this?
- Well, Morg said that
Smiley had helped him out
of a jam in the Black Hills.
- That's Smiley
Dunlap all right.
Mr. Gibbs!
When did they say
they were leaving?
- Right away. If you hurry,
you might stop them.
- No, Miss Kate.
They went after Smiley.
Best thing to do
is to trail 'em.
Mr. Gibbs, we got
to hit the saddle
as soon as we can get organized.
- How many are we taking?
- Mr. Christie and
a special agent
are over at the
Wells Fargo office.
Go ask them to
join us, would you?
- Where will be a-headin'?
- I think Doc and Morg have
already left. We'll trail them.
- Right.
- You will be
careful, Wyatt?
And don't let Morg get hurt.
- Miss Kate, I aim
to look after Doc too.
You know, I got a hunch that Doc
is trying to save Smiley Dunlap.
Now, Smiley isn't
worth one single b*llet.
But still, it is a Christian
effort on the part of Doc.
- Christian? John?
- Miss Kate, the good Lord's
been awful patient with Doc.
Now what the good Lord can do,
he can at least
make a try at him.
I'll see you later.
- What's the matter?
Don't you like it?
- It's fine, Buzz.
I just... just testin'.
It's real good liquor.
- Ought to be.
They heisted it from
a Santa Fe private car.
You ain't told me what's
your business here.
- Well, Mr. Morgan and I are
looking for Smiley Dunlap.
- Hmm...
The last I seen of Smiley,
he was riding for the Bar X,
in the panhandle.
- Bar X?
- Yeah.
- Well, what do you
say, Mr. Morgan?
- $ . is worth
the ride, Doctor Holliday.
Thanks for the grub.
Let's push along.
- Now, how could Smiley
do you out of $ , ?
- Well, not me,
Buzz. Him.
He's a rich
greener from Illinois.
- Well, why you in on it?
- The dictums of common sense.
- Huh?
- You see, I get half
of whatever we collect.
This is real good liquor.
- Aw, keep it, Doc. Keep it.
- Well, thank you,
friend. And good hunting.
- Thanks.
- Yeah, they were
here, all right.
They're using Dietrich's horses.
- You sure about that?
- Yeah.
Old Man Dietrich buys
Missouri shoes in Kansas City.
You see these toe cleats?
It's muddy and rough
going in Missouri.
- Well, them mud
cleats all right,
but that don't prove it's
Old Man Dietrich's horses.
- About two hours gone.
Here, Shotgun. Take a sniff of
that and tell me what you smell.
- Faint smell of
bourbon whiskey.
- Yeah.
Doc always tries out the
first mouthful of whiskey.
He's been Mickey Finn'ed
a few times.
- That's Doc, all right.
- But Wyatt, they have at least
a -hour headway on us.
Why don't we make for the
nearest Santa Fe depot
and wire the company
for new information?
- Mr. Christie,
you don't know Doc.
He's better on a trail
than a bloodhound.
- He is a bloodhound!
I vote we cut out all this here
jabberin' and get after him.
- Let's move, men.
- Is this the Bar X camp?
- None of your business!
Why you...!
- Is this the Bar X camp?
- Yes, sir.
- I have one more question.
Where is Smiley Dunlap?
- Dead, I hope!
- You what?
- No Doc, don't sh**t!
I'm saving your life. Now talk!
- Yes sir, but make
him put up his g*n!
- Doc?
- You talk fast.
- Well, Dunlap stole
Greg Norton's girl.
Norton and his g*ng come along,
and caught 'em both
and then rode west.
- Who's Greg Norton?
You know him?
- Yeah, he's a
no-account hoodlum
and I know every hoodlum
west of Mississippi.
Get on your horse.
Old man, you better learn
to keep a civil tongue
in your head.
- Yes, sir!
- Well, there's Norton's camp.
- You think Norton
k*lled Smiley?
- I'd bet against it.
- Why?
- He's too cruel. He'd rather
punish Smiley Apache-fashion.
First phase of that punishment
was to make him go along
on that Wells Fargo job.
That made Smiley a criminal.
- How many g*ns
does Norton have?
- Too many for us.
I'll ride down and
try to buy Smiley free.
- You think Norton will deal?
- He might, with me.
- What if he gets sore?
- I can usually k*ll men
while they're drawing on me.
You lay back here and pick
some off with the r*fle.
Then we'll both run.
- You won't run,
Doc. Neither will I.
- Don't be dramatic, son.
$ is generally a lot
more persuasive than g*ns.
- Hey, Wyatt! Hold up
a minute, will ya?
Let me wash some
of this dirt down.
I don't see how that Doc
Holliday can travel so far
and so fast and be
as sick as he is.
- Whiskey.
And he's k*lling himself
with it, Mr. Gibbs.
Come on, we're catching up
to him. Let's get going.
- A man can't even get a drink!
- Well, if it
ain't Doc Holliday.
- I didn't come here to
sweet talk with you, Norton.
Are you holding Smiley Dunlap?
- I might be.
- What do you got
against Smiley?
- That's personal.
- All right.
How much would it
take to let him go?
- Cash money?
Oh, I'd say about
a million dollars.
- Ha ha!
- I'll pay $ .
- You're wasting
your breath, Doc.
- Not nearly as fast as
you're wasting yours.
How'd you like to run plum out
of breath, real permanent-like?
- Try to act nice,
Doc. We ain't armed.
As soon as we seen you coming,
I told the boys to take
off their g*n belts.
No way to welcome an
old pal, being armed.
- That's real courteous.
But you better get your g*ns.
- Oh no.
We could cut you down, but
I'd be the first to get it.
- That's right.
- Grab him!
- Turn him loose!
[ g*nsh*t ]
- Put him in the shack!
- Let's go!
Come on!
- Ah!
This should not
have happened, Morgan!
I specifically told you to lay
back and pick some of them off,
not come gallopin'
in here on a horse!
- I lost my head, I guess.
- No, no, no. Cheer up. It could
be worse, I always say.
- He always says!
- How could it be worse, Dunlap?
- We could have been the
victims of injustice, Doc.
Marge and me, we did try
to double-cross Norton.
But you come bargin' in here,
sh**t' up the place,
and that young fella k*lled
one man and wounded another.
- That make you feel better?
- No!
- I say sh**t 'em!
- Let's get rid of 'em!
- sh**t 'em!
- The boys took a vote, boss.
They're in favor of
sh**ting all of them.
- Oh no. That's too easy.
We'll take 'em to
the Utah desert
and turn 'em loose
without grub or water.
- Yeah? When?
- When I say so.
- Keep low.
- That shack down yonder.
They got a guard on it.
- I reckon Morgan, Doc are
in that shack with Smiley.
- Well, we can't rush 'em.
They just got too many g*ns.
- I'll ride to Hayes
and bring a posse.
- No. Wait until after
dark, and then we go in.
- You'd try that knowing
your brother's in there?
- Morgan and Doc got
themselves into this.
Mr. Gibbs, a man does what
he's taken an oath to do.
Now listen...
- Jim, Eddie,
Brant, Slowper...
Each one of you
take a lead rope.
The rest of you
ride rear guard.
If we run into any trouble,
sh**t the prisoners first.
- They're getting ready to
move out over there, Wyatt.
- They got our
people on a string?
- No, they got one guard
leading each horse.
- Good.
All right, we'll
drop the guards.
The horses'll stampede,
take our people out of it.
After it's all over, you,
Mr. Christie, and Mr. Sanridge,
you gather up the prisoners.
I don't want Morgan to know I
had anything to do with this.
- Right.
- Let's move! It's getting dark.
- Let's go.
Tie them off.
Let's go!
Two of you stakeout here.
Mr. Sanridge,
get back in there.
All right, here they come.
- Hold! Police officers! Hold!
- Hold it!
- Throw down them g*ns!
Get off them horses!
- Now get down off there, keep
your hand away from that g*n.
There you go, Sam.
- Well Wyatt, I'm
still not admitting
that Doc and I couldn't have
squirmed out of it someway.
But we sure were happy
to see Shotgun Gibbs
and the Wells Fargo boys.
How come you didn't
come with them?
- Well, I figured
that you and Doc
could take care
of yourselves.
You're a big boy now, Morgan.
- Thanks, Wyatt.
I'll write the folks.
- You do that. Tell them
I send my love, will you?
OK, Sam.
[ Whistles ]
- Hyah!
- Now why didn't you
tell him the truth?
- What, and have him hate me?
Morg's my baby brother.
♪♪ 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 ♪♪