( 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. ♪
Narrator:
They had a juvenile-delinquent
Problem in too.
Kids from the small towns
And cities of the east
And middle west headed
For the frontier
In search of excitement
Or reputations as outlaws.
Dodge city had a plague
Of these brats
And marshal wyatt earp didn't
Have a child-guidance expert
Or a psychiatrist to tell him
Just what to do.
Marshal wyatt earp used
Plain common horse sense.
Drink here.
Don't take all day
About it.
- How old are you?
- Old enough.
Well, I don't know.
You don't look no more
Than or to me.
I ordered a drink.
There's my money.
Hold it, mr. Brice.
I have to arrest you,
Sonny.
What for?
Packing a g*n.
You're too young to be
Hanging around a saloon.
I'm past .
You forgot to check
Your colt in the g*n rack.
- Come on.
- I hate you cops.
That's too bad.
Go on.
No matter what you do to me
I'm not gonna talk.
Sit down there
And stay there.
Another runaway,
Mr. Gibbs.
They just keep dropping off
Every freight train.
I came
In a regular train car.
And I'm not a vagrant!
Hush up, kid!
Seems to me you take
An awful lot of sass
Off these smart kids.
What he needs
Is a good larruping
With a hickory stick.
- You just try it.
- Mr. Gibbs!
You go on patrol.
I'll be glad to.
Smart-aleck
Loud-mouthed kids
A-comin' in here
And raising cain.
As for you, sonny,
Don't you go around
Daring a man to spank you.
You're liable to find somebody
That'll take you up on it.
Not while I have my g*n.
- Well, I'm holding this.
- ( Drawer rattles )
Now I want your name,
Where you're from
And your age.
It'll save a lot of time
And trouble for both of us.
My name is john smith.
I'm and I come
From chicago.
Now what's the charge?
You have a job or $ ?
I've got $ .
You want me to count it for you?
- Where'd you steal all that?
- You prove I stole it.
All right, $ .
For what?
For violating
A city ordinance:
Failure to check
Your firearms.
- Do I get my g*n back?
- Nope, I'm holding your g*n.
Until you tell me
Where you're from, what your
Name is and what your age is.
Cops!
Two s and a five.
Anything else?
Yeah, you get on that
First train heading home.
I may not be able
To hold you for vagrancy,
But you keep hanging
Around dodge and you're
Gonna be jailbait.
- That's what you say.
- You don't like policemen,
Do you?
You probably think that
All hoodlums and outlaws are
Real nice people, don't you?
I sure do.
I've heard a lot
Of young fellas say that
And used to think it was
Very funny, but I don't think
It's very funny anymore.
You're gonna have
To learn the hard way.
Well, thanks for
The fatherly advice.
You must have paid ned buntline
To make you a tin-star hero.
Walt?
- Walt!
- Right here, marshal.
Take a look
Out that window.
See that kid
Walking up the street?
I want you to tail him.
I just took his g*n away.
The first thing he'll do is
Try and buy another one.
Dodge city kid, huh?
Walt!
A punk like that can k*ll you
Just as dead as a grown man.
You be careful.
I got a hunch
He's from a good family.
Maybe we can stop him before
He lands in the reform school.
Howdy, son.
What can I do for you?
I want a colt's . .
Colt's frontier.
Let's see... How old are you?
I'm past !
About I'd say.
Can't sell you a handgun.
How about a nice . r*fle?
No, i--
I want a colt's . .
I'll pay you $
Above the price.
Sorry, son.
( Clatters )
Here's the $ .
What are you scared of?
Come on, give me the g*n.
I don't know, sonny.
What's a kid like you
Want with a . ?
Don't call me sonny!
What I want with a g*n
Is my business.
Now are you gonna
Sell it or not?
All right, all right,
I'll sell it.
But now mind you, don't you
Tell earp where you got it,
- 'Cause there happens to be
A town law against it.
- Howdy, morton.
Oh, uh... Howdy.
Uh, I was just showing
The kid the g*n.
No harm in that.
Take a good look, kid.
Now you go hang that
On the rack, morton.
Sure.
What right have you got
To butt into my business?
The law and marshal earp
Don't want children
To have g*ns.
My advice, sonny,
Try some other town.
- ( Tapping telegraph )
- That does it.
What can I do
For you, marshal?
Sir, I'm trying
To trace a young fella
That says he came in
On a sleeper from the east.
Uh, blond-headed boy.
Kid about years old,
Maybe ' ", ' "?
- Mm-hmm.
- He came in number nine
Last night.
Think there's any way
Of tracing where he might
Have bought his ticket?
Well, I could send
A wire to sam willoby.
He's the conductor
On number nine.
He'd know point of origin,
Maybe even his name.
Fine.
Do it, would you?
- The kid making trouble?
- He's trying awful hard to.
I'd like to send him home
Before anything happens.
Shotgun, you and walt
Go around front.
What if that kid
Starts sh**ting?
Then take cover,
But don't sh**t back.
I'll try and get in
Behind him.
He'll be
A walking arsenal.
We'd better wing him.
No. Now go ahead,
Start for the front.
I'll give you time.
( Footsteps )
( g*nshots )
- Let go.
- No!
Let go,
You're breaking my arm!
- Come here.
- A burglar, huh?
Why, it's that kid who tried
To buy a g*n from me
This afternoon.
Shotgun, take him
Over to jail.
Use the back door.
- My pleasure.
- All right, break it up,
Everybody.
Just a fool kid.
Nobody hurt.
Walt, I'm gonna check
His room at the hotel.
- Now get
Those people outta here.
- He tried to steal my g*ns!
Broke my window, huh!
Wyatt, this one goes
To reform school
And there's no
Begging him off.
We'll see, your honor.
Now you check your stock.
- I want a full report.
- Reform school!
That's where he goes,
Reform school!
Marshal, marshal?
The telegraph operator
Left this for you.
Thank you.
Steubenville, ohio--
Point of ticket origin.
"The passenger bought
Pullman space at cincinnati,
Giving the name
Of john smith, jr."
The kid who robbed
Jim kelley?
Yeah.
I'll wire the police
At steubenville.
You have the maid
Straighten this place up.
Will the boy
Come back here?
I doubt it.
Leave his luggage here.
Kelley:
Well, it's about time.
He's the son
Of a distinguished member
Of the ohio bar
And circuit court judge.
Well, what if he is?
The boy was caught red-handed.
Oh, take it easy, jim.
His folks'll be here soon.
Too many dime novels
And wild west shows, I suppose.
I wish I really knew.
Well, I know!
Dime novels and buffalo bill
Don't make a criminal.
His folks neglected him
Or something.
The boy's father is a judge.
He wouldn't neglect his son.
- Oh, indeed now?
- Every time a kid goes wrong
Only his parents get the blame.
You go along with that, marshal?
Sometimes,
Not always.
- What do you think, mr. Gibbs?
- Well, sir, I'll tell you
What I think.
I don't believe these kids
Is whupped enough.
Well, the parents
Won't use discipline
And they won't let
The teachers use it either.
Now wait a minute,
Mr. Kelley.
I suggest we hold alf in jail,
Just until his folks get here.
It's the only
Fair thing to do.
I say no!
I won't withdraw my charge.
That young hoodlum
Goes to reform school
And that's final.
If you gentlemen
Will excuse me.
Well, I guess I'll go feed
Roscoe his breakfast.
I still say it's
The trash they read
And the stage shows
They see.
They all glorify
The outlaw.
Make him
A sort of a robin hood.
Our friends buntline and cody
Have their share of the blame.
- No sir.
- What do you mean?
Well, judge, thousands of kids
All over the country
Read dime novels,
They go to theaters,
They watch buffalo bill.
% Of 'em have
More sense than to try to act
That stuff out in real life.
No, there's something else
Bothering alf.
- You think he's loco?
- No sir.
But he doesn't...
Well, he doesn't react to things
Like any other normal kid--
The world,
Life as it actually is.
He's got no sense of realism.
- That's about as close
As I can get to it.
- Yeah.
We're gonna have
Trouble with jim. All he can
Think about is reform school.
Reform school isn't going to
Solve anything with this boy.
No, I think we're
Gonna have to wait
Until his folks get here.
See what they're like
And what they have to say.
Yes, you're right.
You're lucky, wyatt.
You're not a parent.
My daughters call me
A grumpy stuffed shirt.
( Chuckles )
Hey, kid, how long
Are you in for?
Not long.
Well, days?
All I have to do
Is telegraph my folks.
They'll get me out.
- When'll that be?
- I don't know.
Why?
Well, earp got me
For robbing a stage.
You a stage robber?
- I'm no greenhorn.
- Well, bang your cup
On the bars.
When earp comes ask him.
I suppose you were
The leader of the g*ng.
No.
Greasy murkin.
You've heard of him, huh?
Greasy murkin?
He's wanted by the pinkertons
And the federals.
- What's the deal?
- Greasy don't know
That earp caught me.
Him and the boys are
Camped south of dodge.
Get it?
Now I was thinking
If your folks spring you,
Will you get the word to greasy?
$ , Kid.
I don't need money.
Greasy won't hurt you.
He'll treat you like
A real friend.
Shut up, will ya?
Let me think.
Wyatt, this here kid says
He wants to talk to you.
What about?
About sending
A telegram, he says.
All right,
Send him in.
- Alf: I don't like
You shoving me around!
- You need worse than that.
Take it easy,
Mr. Gibbs.
We're dealing
With a child, you know?
- Now what's on your mind?
- I want to send a telegram.
- Is there any law
Against it?
- No.
You, by any chance, wouldn't
Want to send a telegram
To mr. And mrs. Judge horton
Of steubenville, ohio,
Would you?
Because mr. And mrs. Horton
Are already on their way
Here to dodge.
They think you might be
Their son alfred.
"Little alfie,
Years old.
Stole $ from his papa.
Being hunted by police
And private detectives
All over the middle west."
( Sarcastically )
Gee, what a smart cop!
Would you like to notify
Anybody else, alfie?
Naw, never mind.
Stop right there,
Driver.
Now, madge, you go on
To the hotel and register.
- I'm going over to the jail.
- No, I'll go with you.
- All right, dear.
- Mr. And mrs. Judge horton?
Yes?
Oh, you must be
Marshal earp.
Yes sir.
I been kinda
Watching out for you.
Well, thank you, marshal.
I just want you to know
How much mrs. Horton
And I appreciate the way
You've handled this.
How is alfred?
He wasn't injured, was he?
No, ma'am.
You'll have plenty
Of chance to talk to him
Before judge tobin
Hears the case.
In open court,
I'm afraid?
Sir, we try to handle
Our minors quietly.
Oh, thank you, marshal.
Thank you.
I don't know how
This happened
Or what we did wrong.
I... I hope the court
Will parole alf to us.
Yes, give us
Another chance.
Well, ma'am, judge tobin,
Mayor kelley, they're
Understanding men.
Driver, would you take their
Bags over to the dodge house?
Hyah.
Come with me.
Stop!
Stop or I'll fire!
Don't sh**t!
Let him go!
M-marshal,
Wasn't that our son?
Yes sir.
Now you and mrs. Horton
Go on over to the hotel.
- I'll take care of things.
- You won't hurt him, will you?
What are you
Gonna do with him?
I'm just gonna try
And bring him back.
You go on over to the hotel.
Now don't worry, ma'am.
Come along, madge.
I told walt not to trust him,
But he said you gave
Him permission
To let him wait for his folks
In the jail office.
He whacked walt on the head
And stole his r*fle
And p*stol and took off.
Any idea what trail
He might have taken?
Well, him and dode clemens
In the next cell
Was mighty friendly.
I reckon he'll ride south
- To join greasy murkin.
- Let's ride.
Come on, move that mule.
Hold it.
It's just a fool kid.
Is mr. Greasy murkin
Here?
What's it to ya, sonny?
I got a note
From dode clemens.
- He's in jail in dodge city.
- Let me have it.
Are you "the" greasy murkin?
The famous outlaw?
I ain't doubting your word.
You just don't look like
An outlaw leader.
( Laughs )
There you are, greasy,
You should have
Shaved this morning.
- He should have shaved.
- Shut up!
It's from dode
All right.
Let him stay in jail.
Why, you can't do that!
One of your own men.
You gotta ride in there
And spring him.
You're a fresh kid,
Ain't you?
Grab his g*n.
Here, I got a dishwasher
For you, cooky.
- I didn't come here
To wash dishes!
- He's a spoiled brat
From back east somewhere.
You're gonna have to whup
Some sense into him.
If you don't need
A real hand, then gimme
My g*ns and let me go.
Now I couldn't do that.
I've changed hideouts.
I don't want you to go
Blabbing to wyatt earp.
I hate him!
Gimme my . And I'll ride
Back to dodge and g*n him.
- ( All laugh )
- Big talk.
- You wash the dishes.
- No.
You hold him, boss,
I'll whip him.
Here, I owe him
A few licks too.
Ow ow!
And his father and I
Tried all the rules
To win alfred's confidence.
Judge horton took him
Hunting and fishing.
I reasoned with him,
So did his teachers.
And mr. Radford,
Our minister.
Nothing seemed
To do any good, judge.
Instead of loving us,
- I think he came
To dislike us.
- Hmmm.
Well, people who don't
Have any children
Always say that parents are
Too harsh or too indulgent
Or-- what do you say,
Mr. Mayor?
I don't know.
I was in favor
Of sending him
To reform school.
But after listening
To you folks,
I just don't know.
- A reform school?
- Now, madge.
This has been a trying
Session for all of us.
When marshal earp
Brings the boy back,
I'll ask him his opinion.
How we gonna get alf
Outta there without sh**ting?
- We won't.
- Whaddaya mean?
Alf has joined greasy's g*ng.
A day or so with them
Will teach him
More about outlaws than
All our preaching can do.
We'll tell his folks we came
Back to form a posse.
Ain't you taking
A big chance, wyatt?
That boy needs a good
Whipping, I admit,
But ole greasy might
Hurt him real bad.
If he keeps on the way
He's going now,
He's gonna hang some day.
Toughen up, mr. Gibbs,
It's a hard world
And outlaws are scum.
And alf, he's gotta
Learn realism.
If he doesn't, what's the point
In taking him back
To bedevil his folks
The rest of their lives?
Let's get outta here.
- Put it down.
- You make me.
- I'll bust your head open.
- ( g*ng clamoring )
- Drop that knife, kid.
- No.
I hate you.
I hate and despise you all.
- Well, gee.
- You're afraid of wyatt earp.
- Yeah?
- I'll blast him down,
But you won't gimme my g*n.
Give it to him, boss.
He's loco enough to try
Gunning earp.
Yeah, maybe even
Lucky enough.
All right, kid,
I'm calling your bluff.
It's no bluff.
Just gimme my g*n.
- You couldn't find him?
- No sir.
- We'll have to form a posse.
- Right away, marshal.
- His mother's frantic.
- No tonight, judge horton.
It's just a couple
Of hours before dark.
He's probably hiding
Someplace in the brush.
I'll go along,
Explain to your wife.
I'd appreciate it.
She's almost hysterical.
- Good night, marshal.
- Good night, sir.
Mighty nice folks,
The hortons.
I don't understand how they
Could have a son like alf.
Well, I'll tell you,
Mr. Kelley, I think
They had an ancestor
Way back about
Generations ago.
Some romantic fool
That rode around on
A great big white charger,
Shining armor,
Poking swords at windmills.
Speaking of local fools,
I gotta go check
The cattle pens.
That's the romantic part
About my job.
( Mooing )
All right, mr. Earp.
Howdy, mr. Horton.
Draw!
I dare ya, draw!
No thanks.
All right, I gave you
A fair break.
You know,
All the bad men of the west
Have notches in their g*ns.
So I'm gonna give you
A notch, mr. Horton.
You k*lled a steer.
Of course it won't be
A very big notch.
You only k*lled
A small steer.
But you can remember it
With pride for the rest
Of your life.
My mom and dad in town?
Yeah, they're at
The dodge house.
Look, hide me in jail,
Tell them I'm dead,
Anything but the truth!
Don't you ever be afraid
Of the truth, son.
I think judge tobin'll
Parole you to your folks
- On one condition.
- What's the condition?
Just say you're sorry.
( Knocks )
- Who's there?
- Marshal earp, sir.
Come in.
I've been a fool.
I'm sorry.
- I'm awful sorry.
- Thank you, marshal.
♪ 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. ♪