( Men vocalizing )
♪ Wyatt earp, wyatt earp
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
♪ And long live his glory
♪ And long may
His story be told. ♪
Announcer:
In a frontier society
Like dodge city,
The sources
Of amusement were few
And they were liable
To be rough,
Disreputable,
And overcrowded.
Most of them could
Lead to trouble for somebody.
And sometimes, one of them
Could lead to trouble
For the whole community--
And for wyatt earp.
Aren't you kind of afraid
Of getting yourself run over,
Sitting out here in the middle
Of the street like that?
Howdy, wyatt.
Well, it's cool out here.
Well, you wouldn't be so warm
If you'd quit wearing
That rug of fringe around.
Thought you would be
At the race this afternoon.
- Race?
- Yeah. A horse race.
Milt canyon's a-racing
His blaze stallion again
This afternoon.
Oh? Where?
Over across the river,
I reckon.
Oh? Who challenged him
This time?
I don't know.
Man's a fool,
Whoever he was.
Yeah, I didn't think
There was a horse left
That he hadn't beat.
Marshal! Marshal earp!
What's the matter,
Windy?
Indians-- just the other
Side of the bridge,
Not yards
From town and coming.
- Wait a minute!
- I'm going to the long branch!
Well, it's foolish,
But I guess we'd better
Get out there and take a look.
( Indistinct chatter )
Now that's
For the buffalo hides.
- That's for the robes.
- Mm.
And this is for the horses.
Look, we've got a lot more
To bet here.
That all the horses
You got?
That is all.
But you can get more.
You indians can always find
More horses somewhere.
That's for your promise
To deliver more horses.
That I cannot promise.
Same value in hides.
( Hoofbeats approaching )
Marshal, what are you
Doing down here?
Come out
To watch the race?
Are you the one
They call "bullhead"?
Little elk's band?
Yes.
How's my friend
Little elk?
He is well.
And my friend mr. Cousin?
He's in the south,
Hunting.
I figured he was away.
Otherwise I would have
Heard about this.
You know you're not supposed
To be this close to town,
Don't you?
He feared to come to us.
Sure, why should I risk
My neck down there
In the territory?
So you egged him into crossing
The treaty line, huh?
Oh, all right,
So why not?
Now, what harm
Are they doing?
What's wrong with
A little horse race?
Well, I'll tell you--
Between cheyenne and white men,
There always can be trouble.
Anything can start it--
A misunderstanding,
Something little
That wouldn't mean much
To anybody else.
Well, don't worry
About it, marshal.
There ain't gonna be
No trouble.
There ain't enough of 'em
To start anything.
We'll send 'em packing
Just as soon
As the race is over.
Walters: why, sure.
And they'll be glad
To get away with their skins.
And what if you lose?
We won't lose.
My horse can beat
Anything on four feet.
You're real sure of that, huh?
That's right, marshal.
I wouldn't have him
If he couldn't.
I'm a horse lover, marshal.
But I only love
The fastest.
Why, sure.
Look what they brung
To race milt's stallion.
( Chuckles )
That measly little pinto
Could-- he's not even
Hardly awake enough
To run a race.
We won't lose, marshal,
Unless you try
To stop the race.
Well, you'd probably just go
Behind my back, anyway.
But remember one thing
Mr. Canyon--
A bet's a bet,
No matter who wins.
I'm gonna stay right here
And see that
The winner collects.
Why, thanks, marshal.
You do that.
Bullhead, let's finish up
Our business.
To the same amount of hides.
Them cheyenne
Sure love to bet.
I've heard they even bet
Their wives
And kids sometimes.
Look at all them
Buffalo robes they brought.
Horses, too.
Sure hate to see 'em
Lose it all.
Well, maybe they won't.
I've heard that
That little pinto horse there
Is right fast.
Yeah, canyon
Don't seem to figure
He's risking very much
The way he's
Putting out his gold.
He ain't gonna like it none,
Either, if he loses.
( Shouts )
Would you like
To start 'em, marshal?
Yeah, I'll start 'em.
You ready?
( Bystanders
Shout and murmur )
( All shouting )
Hang on, walters.
Wait till they
Make this turn.
( Indistinct shouting )
Ride him, walters.
Ride him.
Ride him on!
( Shouting excitedly )
Bullhead! You must
Have done something,
Cheated somehow.
He didn't cheat.
That pinto horse
Was the fastest.
Like I said, mr. Canyon,
A bet is a bet.
Go ahead and take
Your winnings, bullhead.
Sure, take it.
It's yours.
Hey, marshal,
You're gonna let them savages
Take our money?
You made a bet--
Not an investment.
If you'd have won, you'd have
Taken their hides and horses.
All right, the race is over.
Go on back to town.
Take him back
To the stables.
Maybe this'll teach you,
Mr. Canyon--
There's never a sure thing.
Maybe you're right, marshal.
There's always
A faster horse somewhere...
And a luckier man.
That's quite some pinto
You got there.
Sure fooled me.
What do you want for him?
I do not want to sell.
Oh, come now.
I'll pay you a good price.
Why do you want my horse?
Yours is almost as fast.
We will not race again.
I want to know
That I've got the fastest,
That there's
Not another horse
Can beat him-- anywhere.
Except for mine.
That's just it--
Except for yours.
Bullhead, I want that horse.
- No.
- I'll pay you in gold.
I do not need your gold.
What do you care anyway?
Just a horse to you.
Something for you
To ride till he drops.
He's good for the hunt.
Wait, look around.
I'm going to have that horse
One way or another, bullhead.
Now you tell him
To cut him out of the herd
And leave him here,
Or I'll pull this trigger.
You would be a dead man.
At the first sound
Of a shot,
The marshal and all the others
Will be back here mighty quick.
Besides, you'll be dead first.
You want my horse that bad?
I do.
Then sh**t.
( g*nsh*t )
Stay back
Or I'll k*ll you.
No!
No, no! No!
( Shouts
In native language )
( Shouting
In native language )
Whoa.
Canyon!
He's dead.
And if earp is scared
To go after 'em,
We'll get up our own posse
And go down
And clean 'em out, right?
- All: right!
- All right.
They probably
Ain't very far off.
They don't figure
No man's got the nerve
To go on down after 'em.
So we can catch 'em easy.
Revenge poor old milt,
Wipe out every last heathen.
Well, what do you say?
Who's with me now?
- ( All murmuring )
- Well, come on!
Where do you think
You're going, walters?
If you won't do
Your job, marshal,
Then we're gonna
Have to do it for you.
- Yeah.
- ( All murmuring )
Did it ever occur to you,
Mr. Walters,
That there might be
Two sides to this?
You gonna take
The side of a savage?
Against milt?
You gonna try to save him
From what's coming to him?
I'm gonna see that
He stands trial, that's all.
- That's my job.
- Then why don't you do it?
You let him ride
Right away from you.
Didn't even give him
A chase.
- ( All murmuring )
- You sure didn't.
Mr. Walters, you saw
What their horses were like.
Besides, it's not
Going to be too difficult
To find little elk's band.
What about bullhead?
Give him a little time,
He'll disappear.
But we don't figure
To let that happen.
Well, neither do i.
I'm going out there
Right now.
But I'm going alone,
Mr. Walters.
You understand that?
Maybe we don't figure
To wait on you, marshal.
You'll wait.
Now, any man that comes
Out of this saloon after me
Is going to go to jail.
And I'll see to it.
One sound,
White man, you die.
( Speaks native language )
Go.
( Speaking
In native language )
How many others
Are with you?
I came alone.
I am to believe that?
It is true, little elk.
Your guards can watch.
You do not remember me?
I remember.
Then you know
That we are friends.
A white man is dead.
Is that not why
You are here?
Yes. I came for bullhead.
As I thought.
He must go back.
It is the law
That I must enforce.
I might trust you,
My friend,
But I do not trust
The others.
Little elk, you must learn
To trust the white man's law,
Because your people will
Have to live under this law.
You can trust it to be fair.
Can you promise that
It will return bullhead
To his people without harm?
No, I cannot promise that.
Because he will not return
If he is judged
To have k*lled without cause.
I have judged him
And found him without blame.
It is enough.
No, it is not enough.
If he does not go back,
The white men
Will say that he is guilty,
And he will be hunted
And punished.
He must go back.
Even if he wished it,
He could not go.
He is near death.
Death? How?
From the white man's b*llet.
May I see him?
( Speaks native language )
Bullhead.
Do not fear, my brother.
I want to see your wound.
In the back.
That b*llet
Will have to come out.
( Speaking
Native language )
( Answers
In native language )
Trust me.
I do not
Want you to die.
Mmm.
( Knife clatters )
You'll feel better now.
Thank you.
A few days, you'll be
Well enough to travel.
Then we'll head for dodge.
No.
Why, then, do you save him,
If only to take him
Back to die?
That is cruelty.
To count coup.
To win him much honor,
So that he can speak
Of his bravery
Around the council fires
At night.
k*ll him, little elk!
I ask it because I cannot.
No, I will not k*ll him,
But I will send him away.
Bullhead must come back
To dodge with me.
I have told you
He is without blame.
And I have promised that
He would be judged fairly.
And that he would be
Returned to his people?
I told you,
I cannot promise that.
But I will do everything
I can to make it so.
Bullhead is free now.
Why should that
Be changed?
You will return
Without him.
All right.
But I warn you--
If he does not come back
To dodge to answer to the law,
They will send soldiers.
And you know
What'll happen then.
We are not afraid of soldiers.
We can fight.
Must your whole tribe
Suffer for one man?
If that must be,
For he is without blame.
Go.
I will leave.
But I will tell my people
That bullhead
Will come to dodge
When he's
Well enough to travel.
Until the sun is high,
Four days from now...
Farewell.
( Chattering )
Man: ... : , Didn't he?
Where is he?
Well, marshal earp,
It's past noon.
Where is he?
Yeah, where is he, marshal?
You know that indians
Don't carry watches.
What kind of a fool
Are you, anyway,
Expecting a savage
To give himself up?
Mr. Walters,
I guess I was hoping
More than expecting.
I don't think
You're expecting at all.
'Cause I don't think you went
To that cheyenne camp.
So we'll have to
Go after bullhead.
And if because
Of all this wasted time
He's given us the slip,
We'll be back
To talk to you, earp.
You're talking to me
Right now, mr. Walters.
I'm gonna tell
You all the same thing
I told you before.
Any man that goes
Into that indian territory
Is gonna go to jail.
You can't put
The whole town in jail.
Oh, you bet
You can't, marshal.
I'm warning you, walters.
Well, save your breath.
If you want to know
What I think, marshal,
I think you're a coward.
I think you're afraid to go
In there after bullhead--
Gibbs:
Wyatt! Wyatt.
It's bullhead
And little elk.
Put down those g*ns.
Put 'em down!
Little elk.
My brother has come
So that all may know the truth
And so that his tribe
Need not suffer for him.
You will remember
Your promise, white man?
He will be judged fairly.
I will see to it.
It will be well
If you do.
For if you do not--
Look up there.
Mountains are covered
With indians.
They brought
The whole tribe!
( Both speaking
Native language )
Follow me.
Those the boys you brought
To back up your story?
They can say
I speak the truth.
All right, inside.
- The jail?
- That's right.
Where you'll be safe until
The hearing this afternoon.
( Chattering )
Ah, you indian lover!
( Men chattering, jeering )
Man: squaw man!
Indian lover!
You too, shotgun.
You're just another
Indian lover.
Hey, where do you
Think you're going?
I got a right
To go in there.
He was my friend.
All right, let him in.
The rest of you,
Stay outside.
- ( Men muttering )
- Stay out!
Come on, now,
Why can't we go in?
And then he said
He would sh**t me,
That I would be dead before
My friends could help me.
I turned to my horse
And that
Is when he shot me.
He was going
To sh**t me again.
But I knocked the g*n away,
Leaped upon him
And drove the knife
Into him.
And that is all.
I did not want
To k*ll him,
But I am not sorry.
Do you actually believe
A cock-and-bull story
Like that?
Mr. Walters,
I must remind you--
This is a court of law.
Besides, the story
Is plausible.
We all know that canyon was
Crazy about his racehorses
And that he had to have
Only the fastest.
Besides, what possible motive
Did he have?
He'd already won
Most of mr. Canyon's money.
Since when does a savage
Need a motive for k*lling?
They've been spreading blood
Across this west
For a generation.
Mr. Walters,
We cannot allow past events
To prejudice us.
We are here only to consider
The k*lling of milt canyon,
Nothing more.
There's not an ounce of proof
For his story.
But there is, your honor.
Can you explain that,
Marshal earp?
The proof
Is in bullhead's back.
Stand up, bullhead.
Turn around.
Lift up your shirt.
You see that wound?
Bullhead was shot
In the back.
That proves he had
To be att*cked first.
He was shot in the back
As he tried
To get on his horse.
How do you know that's
A b*llet wound in his back?
Because
I took the b*llet out.
And there's proof,
Your honor.
Well, seems there's
Nothing more to say.
The court calls it
Justifiable homicide.
Case dismissed.
( Crowd chattering )
Mr. Walters.
Starting indian trouble
Means trouble for everybody.
Man:
Here they come now.
Here they come now.
( All chattering )
All right,
Make an aisle through there.
Shotgun, take 'em
Over to their horses.
- Break it up!
- Get out of the way.
Get out of the way.
All right, marshal.
What's the verdict?
Justifiable homicide.
Case dismissed.
That's what
We was afraid of.
If judge tobin is scared
Of them cheyennes,
We ain't.
We aim
To see justice done.
Oh, you do, do you?
Well, bullhead k*lled
Canyon in self-defense.
Ask walters.
Go on, ask him
If it isn't true.
Walt, is it?
Yeah, it's true.
Thanks, mr. Walters.
( Speaks native language )
You tell little elk
That, after this,
He should trust
The white man's law.
( Speaking native language )
I hope the day'll come
When they always can.
Yeah, I hope so.
♪ 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. ♪