I feel plum-necked
without my shotgun, Wyatt.
You sure don't look natural
without your s either.
Well, a deal
is a deal, Shotgun.
I promised if they'd hang up
their g*ns, we'd do the same.
Well, there's
other cowhands in town
besides that Texas outfit.
They know what the deal is?
Well, word's gotten
around by now.
- I sure hope so.
- Hold it.
Man just ducked
into that doorway.
- He have a g*n on him?
- I don't know.
- One way to find out.
- I'll find out.
No, I made the deal.
[Ken Darby singing
"The Legend Of Wyatt Earp"]
♪ 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]
[g*nshots]
(male narrator)
Bitterness engendered
by the civil w*r
had not yet faded
in the Dodge City of
Marshal Wyatt Earp
was a Yankee from Illinois.
Most of the cowhands
and cattlemen who drove
from Texas
to the Kansas cow towns
had been ruined by the w*r.
Many of them were rightly
angered by the Bloody Shirts
who managed reconstruction
in the south.
Marshal Earp was determined
to make peace
and on one occasion,
he risked his own life
in a strange agreement
with a so-called Johnny Rebs..
Don't you touch those bags.
Oh, I've never seen such a place
as this in all my days.
Look at those drapes,
and there is dust everywhere.
I declare I'm afraid
to unpack my clothes.
Well, no miss, we keep
this place just as clean--
Don't you talk back to me.
My Lord, even in the south
our help wouldn't talk
to us like that.
Who are you?
I own this hotel, Ms. Landreth.
Then, you ought to be ashamed
of yourself
for keeping such a pigsty
as this.
I reckon you don't know
who I am.
Yes, you're
Major Landreth's daughter.
He owns the Circle Star.
Yes, and my papa is going
to be here today or tomorrow.
Before he gets here,
you'd better give this place
a thorough cleaning.
And you'd better discharge
that girl for impudence.
Ms. Landreth, this isn't
the only hotel in town
I think you might be happier
at the Texas House.
Oh, I'm not going to leave.
And my papa has
gentleman friends in this town.
You better apologize, sir.
I think you are the one
who owes an apology.
Me! Apologizing
to a Yankee tradesman?
We'll see about that.
Yeah, we'll just see
about that, Ms. Landreth.
I've never seen such a place
in my life.
This is Kansas.
Well, what's the trouble,
Mr. Cromwell?
Well, marshal,
I got a little Texas gal here
Ms. Amy Landreth.
She called my hotel dirty,
so I suggested she move.
Instead, she went over
to see Leiph Hardin.
Oh, that gambler that hangs
around the Long Branch?
That's right.
He said if I don't apologize,
he'll g*n me.
I'm no hand
at that sort of thing
so I gotta ask
for police protection.
I guess the best thing to do
is to talk to Ms. Landreth.
Some southern gals have
red hot temper
they say things
they don't really mean.
(Cromwell)
Yeah, well, this one means it.
[knocking on door]
(Amy)
Who is it?
'Marshal Wyatt Earp, ma'am'
Oh, indeed.
Well, I suppose Mr. Leiph Hardin
shot that Yankee boar.
Well, not quite yet, ma'am.
What did you say your name was?
Wyatt Earp.
Oh, yes.
My papa told me about you.
You're a Yankee from Illinois,
aren't you?
Yes ma'am
A lot of Sherman's villains
came from Illinois.
Can't you forget what happened
years ago, ma'am?
I was eight years old.
We lived in Mississippi.
Your soldiers burned
our house to the ground.
My mama died of pneumonia
walkin' through mud and rain.
I'm supposed to forget that?
No, Ms. Amy..
...but this is Kansas, .
Yes
Kansas, a filthy heap
of dust.
And look at you,
the brave yank marshal.
Well, am sorry ma'am
I, uh, just didn't have time
to tidy up.
I'm talking about those pistols.
Oh!
(Amy)
'A bully totin' a g*n.'
Couple years ago,
we drove to Abilene.
The marshal there
was a brave man..
...and a gentleman.
Bear River Tom Smith.
Yes, he was a brave man.
And he didn't tote g*ns.
He used his fists
like a man.
Alright.
Now, suppose you ask
Mr. Leiph Hardin
not to sh**t Mr. Cromwell.
Well, that's what
I'm here for.
Because, you see, if Mr. Hardin
goes after Mr. Cromwell
I'm going after him
If I do that,
then I have to arrest you
because you put Leiph
up to it.
If you did that, my papa
and the Circle Star men
would sh**t you down dead.
Well, now, that'd be
a might foolish, wouldn't it?
Cromwell could apologize.
Yes, he could.
I'll ask him.
You takin' my side?
No. I just don't want
a lot of sh**ting
because it happens to be windy
and dusty in Kansas
You see, Ms. Amy, the good Lord,
he made Kansas that way.
Now, you be a little bit patient
with us, will you?
It's none of your business
how I operate this hotel.
- You apologize to Ms. Amy.
- I'll not apologize--
You drop by the office
and pay your fine
you get your peashooter back.
Now, go on,
get outta here, move.
Thanks, Marshal.
I appreciate what you did.
- Do me a favor, will you?
- Sure.
Apologize to Ms. Amy.
Let her stay here.
- I thought that you agreed--
- You're right.
Being right isn't worth fighting
a civil w*r all over again.
Ms. Amy's pop is coming
to town shortly with his outfit.
I wanna try and keep peace
with the state of Texas.
Well...if you say so, marshal.
I'll apologize.
Thanks. I appreciate it.
[intense music]
And he shouldn't have asked
Cromwell to apologize.
What's going on around here
anyway, Wyatt?
(Wyatt)
I'm tryin' a little experiment,
Your Honor.
Well, it won't work.
Shotgun, you ever get anywhere
with Johnny Rebs
by being nice to him?
Well, can't say that I have.
Of course, I ain't never tried
very hard.
That's just it, Mr. Gibbs.
None of us have tried
hard enough here in Dodge.
We just haven't been patient
enough with her.
Ms. Amy says they get along fine
in Abilene.
Bear River Tom Smith
didn't carry g*ns.
And where is
Bear River Tom Smith now?
In his grave.
You can't blame Texans
for that.
He was m*rder*d
by a couple of drunken farmers.
I heard he did have a r*fle when
he went to arrest them fellows.
Let's stick to the point.
The point is that
this is the first time
that the Circle Star Outfits
are driving into Dodge.
I favor bending over backwards--
[g*nshots]
Yeah, the Circle Stars
in town, alright.
I guess we better go
disarm them fellows, marshal.
At once.
[g*nshots continue]
[crowd shouting]
Boys are feeling their own.
Well, they deserve a little fun.
Well, papa. The marshal here
isn't like Mr. Smith in Abilene.
- Are you Mr. Landreth?
- Major Landreth, Sir.
Papa, this is Marshal Earp.
Sorry, sir, but we don't allow
any hurrahing in Dodge City.
Why? That's the silliest thing
I ever heard.
Please ask your men
to rack their g*ns
as long as they're here.
Well, nobody hurt
that I can see.
Come along--
If you can't control your men,
then I'll have to.
Take your hands off me.
I reckon my boys can handle
Yankee marshals.
Mr. Gibbs, most of those men
headed for the Texas Bar.
You and Ed go in the back door.
We'll take the front.
Well... I was right
in the first place.
He's nothin'
but a bad-mannered bully.
Time he learnt
some manners, Amy.
I need a bath.
I'm almost as dirty
as a long rider.
[shouting]
[g*nsh*t]
Alright, all hands on the bar.
Two sh*ts over there.
Now, put them on the bar.
Take their g*ns.
Get them g*ns, Ed.
Alright, Mr. Gibbs.
Put them under arrest.
Carrying g*ns
and disturbing the peace.
Alright, boys, off to jail.
Let's move. Come on.
(male # )
'Let's move it.'
(Earp)
Cronneacker, McDonald, Durad.
Bail's set at $
a head, gentlemen.
Judge Tobin said
he'd be arriving here.
Right in here, boys.
Just make yourselves at home.
[door slamming]
Those are my father's men.
I know, Ms. Amy.
Your father could have
prevented this.
Papa never dreamed
you'd set upon them with a..
...with a cannon.
Well, it wasn't
a cannon, Ms. Amy.
It was a -gauge shotgun
using slugs.
Well, you're a coward.
You sent your deputies in to
sneak up on them from the back.
Tired cowhands
just having a little fun.
Now, now, daughter.
I'll handle this.
He put our men in jail.
All of them.
Alright, sis, but you shouldn't
have come here.
Marshal Earp will excuse you,
I think?
Yes, sir.
The Circle Stars
had g*ns, Ms. Amy.
g*ns. Bear River Tom Smith
didn't need g*ns.
He was a brave man.
She's upset.
Hope you and I can talk about
this without losing our tempers.
I don't lose
my temper much, sir. Sit down.
Thank you.
Amy is my right-hand man
and I'm afraid she's right
about the weapons.
Oh. How is she right?
My boys had heard about you
and your two Colt s, Mr. Earp.
They weren't used to that kind
of law enforcement in Abilene.
Marshal Smith used his fists.
Naturally, my outfit
wasn't going to disarm
and run the risk
of being shot down
by some trigger-happy John Law.
Well, I'll make a deal
with you, sir.
- A deal?
- Yes, sir.
You agree to keep
your men disarmed
as long as they're in Dodge City
and I'll promise
not to wear g*ns.
- Are you serious?
- Yes, sir.
I'll go one step further
to try keeping peace
with the Circle Star Outfit.
No charges for what happened
at the Texas Saloon.
Fair enough?
Oh, that's more than fair.
Us southerners have been
carrying a grudge too long, sir.
I think it's time
to make peace.
So do I.
You tell Ms. Amy, will you?
I'll have a heart-to-heart talk
with the child.
[laughs]
Mr. Gibbs.
Turn 'em loose.
Their boss make their bail?
No, I want to keep peace.
What's this about peace?
Tryin' an experiment, Mr. Mayor.
Major Landreth agreed to keep
his men disarmed
if I would agree
not to wear my g*ns on patrol.
Have you gone loco?
- Why, it's a Johnny--
- Hold it, Jim.
Have you gone loco, too?
I think maybe
Wyatt's got a good idea.
You going to disarm
all of us, Wyatt?
No, Mr. Gibbs. Just you and I.
The other deputies will patrol
below the line as usual.
(Mr. Mayor)
'Of all the crackpot ideas.'
Now look, Your Honor.
Mr. Gibbs and I
still have our fists.
Now, most cowhands talk
of better fist-fights
than they can prove.
Mr. Gibbs, are you afraid
of a cowhand
when he hasn't got a ?
No, I ain't.
They teeter around
in them high heel boots.
Good punch can knock 'em
right over.
It will be enjoyable.
Come on, let's let
those fellows loose.
[dramatic music]
(male # )
'Am I getting blind?'
Is Earp wearing g*ns
or ain't he?
No, you're right. No g*ns.
And Shotgun
ain't carrying a canon.
The boys should hear
about this.
Earp ain't wearing g*ns!
He's just outside. Look at him
and Shotgun with your eyes.
Hold it!
I made a gentleman's agreement
with Marshal Earp.
Nobody wears g*ns.
Levitt, Norris, go hang up
your weapons.
You heard me!
Right now!
[dramatic music]
My men are disarmed, Mr. Earp.
So are we, sir. Don't let
your men go below the line.
Peace treaty hasn't been signed
there yet.
I'll take care of it.
Boss didn't say nothing about
whipping Earp with our fists.
Ha ha. Maybe that's the idea.
We'll spring out and jump him
one at a time as he comes back.
That's an idea!
Well, I'll show you
how we do it now, come on.
Amy, Earp and I shook hands
on a truce.
A truce?
No g*ns on either side while
we are loading cattle in Dodge.
You let a Yankee talk you
into something like that?
I wish you'd drop this Yankee
and Confederate talk.
What?
It's over
and done with, Amy.
General Lee told us we are all
in the same country now.
Besides, what'll the North do
in another w*r
if they don't have us
to help them fight?
- Hmm?
- Well!
[dramatic music]
[horse snorts]
Well, it's sure awful quiet.
Maybe my hunch is right, huh?
Well, if we hadn't throwed
them fellers in jail.
Man just naturally hates
to be throwed in jail
even across their own rangers.
We let them go, didn't we?
Major Landreth said that..
- Hello, friend.
- Don't call me your friend.
I want to see how tough you are
without them g*ns on.
[dramatic music]
(Wyatt)
Never lean with your right.
Leaves you wide open
for a left hook.
Yeah, maybe you're right.
[grunting]
Throw some water on him.
[lid clanking]
[music continues]
[sputtering]
Phoo!
The next number's mine.
What makes you think that the..
[music continues]
(Wyatt)
No.
Major Landreth
isn't gonna like this.
You and he did, brother.
Ain't you had enough?
[grunts]
Take the left one!
Ugh.
Hey, marshal!
You need any help?
No, just take care of those.
[music continues]
Uh!
(male # )
'Go on, k*ll..'
[indistinct shouting]
[thud]
Stop it!
Stop it!
Stop it!
Well, I can't right now, ma'am.
I don't mean you, I mean him!
(Amy)
'He's k*lling them!'
'Ow!'
Just a minute.
Oh!
Oh!
Oh!
That's enough!
Let 'em go!
(Landreth)
Did my men start the fight?
[breathing heavily]
Yes, sir.
Fetch Doc McCarty.
I am sorry, Marshal.
I'll tell the others that this
thing stops right here and now.
Well, I don't apologize!
I think you're nothing
but a big brawlin' bully!
Now, lie still. You might have
a busted shoulder.
You're so generous
to the defeated.
We're not licked. I'll find
someone who can put you down.
Why?
Oh you...you Yankee!
[smack]
Wyatt?
Hmm?
Is there a really good fist
fighter in this here town?
I guess Swede Larsen comes
about the closest to it.
She'll hire him.
What does she wanna do
that for?
Dad done called it off.
'Cause she wants to forgive
a fallen foe, Mr. Gibbs.
It's too bad
I'm not in love with her.
I might take a dive.
[dramatic music]
- Mr. Clerk!
- Yes, ma'am?
Who's the best fist fighter
in town?
Wyatt Earp.
No, I mean...is there any man
who would've a chance
to beat him?
Swede Larsen thinks he can.
Where can I find
this Mr. Larsen?
Larsen wrestles beer barrels
in Henry's warehouse.
Oh Miss!
No charge.
Well, you've proved your point.
Now, belt on them g*ns, will ya?
- I can't.
- Why not?
Because Landreth kept
his part of the deal.
No fistfights, no gunfights.
There, you see?
Knuckles all skinned up.
I was lucky, Mr. Kelly.
Ah, g*n is clean. Keeps
the fellow at his distance.
Why don't you let
Doc McCarthy bandage you?
Mortification might set in.
They're just scratches.
Hey, Earp?
[door closes]
Ain't nothing personal,
but I gotta invite you outside.
I got a hunch.
Lady hired you
to beat me up, huh?
Just a job.
Get outta here, Larsen.
Wyatt's been fist fighting
all afternoon.
Never mind.
- Outside, huh?
- No...right here.
Well, alright. But it's foolish
to mess up your office.
[grunting]
I busted my hand.
[screaming]
You busted Larsen's jaw, too.
We'll be over at the doc's.
You put on your g*ns.
Yeah, I guess
I won't be much good one handed.
Wyatt broke this man's jaw!
Did she hire him?
Yes, she did.
Money wasted!
Hurt your hand?
Yeah, I guess I busted it.
Sorry, sir, but the deal's off.
I can't do any fist fighting
with one hand.
(Landreth)
Here, allow me.
We'll have our cattle loaded
by midnight..
...and we'll be moving out.
Yeah, I wish you luck.
Start your apology, sis.
Oh, yes. I...I wanna apologize,
Mr. Earp.
It was low-down Yankee..
I mean...it was low-down
trashy..
I mean it was just
plain low down what I did..
...and I'm sorry.
Alright, Miss Amy.
Now the rest of it, sis?
Oh, yes. We'd be mighty pleased
if you'd come to dinner.
Well, thank you.
First I better stop by
the doc's.
Plenty of time.
You go along with him, Amy. I've
to finish with the cattle lines.
[dramatic music]
[melodious music]
I wanted to tell you why I did
what I did.
Well, I have an idea..
...but well, you give me
your reason.
Well, I was attracted to ya
and I hated myself for it.
But you did want me beat
to a frazzle.
Well, no. Not really.
That's why I told Papa, and we
hurried right over to stop it.
North or south, a brave man
should never fall in defeat.
They didn't, Miss Amy.
They fell in glory, not defeat.
[birds chirping]
Wyatt...I hope some day
we see each other again.
I hope so.
Well...we better
get your hand taken care of.
[orchestral music]
[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 ♪
♪ 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 ♪