[Ken Darby singing
"Legend of Wyatt Earp"]
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp
♪ Brave courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
and long life his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
[humming]
(male narrator)
Dodge City was primitive
in many ways.
Entertainment was usually
of the roughest sort.
And culture was
a word almost unknown.
Still, the thirst for beauty
existed even here.
And, when beauty came to town,
it excited strong emotion
and meant trouble
for Wyatt Earp.
[people chattering]
- Good morning, Hack.
- Good mornin'.
Who's comin' on the train,
uh, the president?
You'd think so,
wouldn't you, boy?
Just some fool actress.
Ain't ya seen the signs?
Well, you can hardly miss 'em,
they're plastered all over town.
Darn fools.
I don't know.
If this actress
is half as good as they claim.
Why, she's worth
coming down to see.
Ain't none of them
worth seein'.
Not since
Annie Birdwell anyways.
Who's Annie Birdwell?
Must've been
before your time, boy.
Or, you'd have knowed.
A real looker.
Travelled with Prof. Alvarez's
Patent Medicine Show.
She did a dance it.
Never let me forget it!
I tell you, boy.
She was a caution.
He, he.
Annie Birdwell.
They just don't put 'em
together that way no more.
[clears throat]
- Well, hello, Tom.
- Howdy, Mr. Earp.
You, uh, going some place?
You know better than that,
Wyatt, I never go nowhere.
Oh, I just thought...
well, you're so spruce up.
I'm here for the same reason as
you, to see the train come in.
You've come to see her too,
didn't ya?
You mean this Cora Campbell?
Sure, why not.
America's darling.
She's the most beautiful
woman who ever lived.
Oh, you've seen her then?
Only her picture.
I've got it right here.
Ain't she beautiful?
Yeah, you are right.
She is beautiful.
[train hooting]
Hey, here comes the train.
(male # )
'Here she comes.'
I...I guess
I'm pretty excited.
Don't expect
too much, Tom.
Don't worry, Wyatt.
I know she's a famous person,
just passing through
and I'm only a blacksmith.
Silversmith is more than
just a blacksmith.
Anyway...you're just
a good artist in your line
as she is in hers.
Maybe, but I just wanna see her,
that's all. Just wanna see her.
[train chugging]
[music]
(male # )
'There she is!'
[excited chatter]
[chattering continues]
[claps]
Welcome to Dodge, Ms. Cora.
We sure have been
waiting for this.
Would you hold it right there?
We'd like to get a picture.
Be quiet, Ms. Campbell
wants to talk.
How nice of you all
to come to meet me.
I would've come
to Dodge City sooner
had I known the men here
were so cultivated.
And so handsome.
I'll tend to anything
Ms. Campbell wants done.
- Just you--
- Please, gentlemen.
Hold it, Tom.
Wait a minute.
You don't wanna spoil
Ms. Cora's arrival
by starting
a fight, do you?
You're right, Mr. Earp.
Why, you must be
the famous...Marshal Earp?
That's my name, ma'am.
They didn't tell me that
you were so handsome.
- Your handkerchief, Ms. Cora.
- Thank you.
Now, Marshall, if you would
escort me to my carriage.
(male # )
'Hold it.'
Thank you.
[indistinct chatter]
Thank you, Mr. Earp.
Thank You.
Thank you, all my darlings.
Of course, you will come
to see me at the theatre.
[overlapping chatter]
You'll come too,
won't you, Marshal?
I'll try, ma'am.
Alright, driver.
Bye, Ms. Cora.
Mr. Bronson.
What're you doin'
here in Dodge?
Oh, stop it, Marshal.
I've heard of you,
but it didn't scare me.
I asked you a question.
What're you doing
here in Dodge?
- Maybe I came to see you.
- Try again.
You can't keep me out, Marshal.
You got no charge against me.
Well, you see that
it stays that way.
For instance, in Dodge,
you take off your g*ns.
- That's the law, Marshal?
- That's the law.
If you wanna stay healthy,
you leave 'em off.
Now, who does he think
he is, anyway?
Nobody for you
to tangle with.
Name is Clay Bronson,
gunfighter.
Well, if he thinks he can keep
people away from Ms. Cora
he's mistaken.
Maybe she likes it
that way, Tom.
She wouldn't look at
a man like that.
Anybody can see
that, Mr. Earp.
Golly, isn't she beautiful!
Even prettier
than her pictures!
- Oh-oh, Ms. Campbell.
- For me? Oh, they're lovely!
Well, there aren't any
florists in Dodge, but I--
You picked them yourself.
You are a dear.
I know you don't know who I am.
I'm Tom Tanner.
I thought, maybe I could walk
you back to your hotel.
With the other lady of course.
I'm sorry but I do have
another engagement.
Perhaps...I could meet you
later for supper
at my hotel.
[dramatic music]
We better hurry.
It's starting to rain.
Just a minute.
I gotta talk
to you, Marshal.
You're the lady that travels
with Ms. Campbell, aren't you?
Her maid, yes.
Mrs. Calloway.
- Well, sit down, Mrs. Calloway.
- Thank you.
Now...what's your problem?
Talk to that boy. The one who
was at the rail road station.
- Tom Tanner?
- That's the name he said.
He's bothering Ms. Campbell.
I want you to keep him away.
Well, I know Tom Tanner.
He's not the kind
to bother anybody.
I tell you he is. He's
coming to the hotel tonight.
And you gotta keep him away.
If he's going there, it's
because she asked him, right?
Yes, she asked him.
All the time, knowing that--
Knowing that Mr. Bronson
would start trouble, hmm?
It's just that...she's young.
All this attention's
gone to her head.
She's changed terrible.
What does this, uh,
Mr. Bronson mean to her?
Nothing...yet.
But he followed her here
from Abilene.
He's not gonna take no
for an answer.
I know that.
I've tried to tell her
But, she seems
to like the danger.
You've gotta keep
that boy away.
Only she can do that.
Maybe if you talk to her.
Mrs. Calloway I'm a peace
officer not a preacher.
Only if there's trouble.
That's just it, Marshal.
We'll be sure and you know it.
Please talk to her.
- Alright, I'll talk to her.
- Thank you.
[knocking]
- May I come in?
- I'm flattered.
Or, is this an official
visit, Marshal?
I...I just wanna talk to you.
Oh, that's too bad. I thought,
maybe, you were human after all.
Oh, I'm human alright.
I think you're
a very beautiful woman.
Important too.
A lot more important
than you think you are.
You are trying
to flatter me, Marshal.
I'm just trying to point out
the power you have.
To make men happy.
To hurt them
- Hurt?
- 'That's right. Hurt them.'
Mr. Tanner, for instance.
He's infatuated with you
enough to risk his life.
I can't help the way men
feel about me, Marshal.
Well, I'm sure
of that, Ms. Cora.
But you can encourage them
or send them away.
I just thought maybe if you knew
that Mr. Tanner was in danger
you'd might be willing
to send him away.
'You have many
admirers, Ms. Cora''
Mr. Tanner can't mean
anything to you.
He's coming here
in just a minute.
But you know that, of course.
Yes, I know that.
If I call him in
and send him away
I'll be without
an escort for supper.
Would you take
his place, Marshal?
You think the fight would be
much more interesting between
Mr. Bronson and me, hmm?
I don't know what you mean?
Sure you do.
But what you don't know,
is that Mr. Bronson
isn't a...easy going fella
like Mr. Tanner.
You just can't send
him away when you want to.
'I don't think you oughta get
too involved with him.'
You are full of advice,
aren't you?
[knocking]
Come in.
Mr. Tanner's here.
Say hello to the Marshal. Don't
pretend you don't know him.
'And don't think I don't know
who brought him here.'
Now, send him in.
You stay.
'You asked for this.'
Well, Ms. Campbell,
I...I brought you a present.
Put it down.
Oh, Mr. Earp.
Now, get out.
But I thought we were
going to have supper.
You thought Cora Campbell
would go to supper
with a country bumpkin
like you?
'Stop dreaming.'
I guess I was mistaken.
Well, sonny boy,
your dream's over.
I prefer mature men,
like the Marshal there.
You and Mr. Earp?
I don't believe it.
I don't care what you
believe, just get out.
Come on, Tom.
Wait a minute.
I think, I understand now.
You put her up toward, Mr. Earp.
Because of Bronson.
I knew she didn't mean it.
- Now, look, Tom--
- You won't get away with it.
I'm not going to give her up.
I'm not afraid of Bronson.
You wanna fight, Mister?
I'll fight you.
Tommy, you dunno
what you're talking about.
You go on home
and cool off. Go on!
Well, if you wanna fight,
just let me know.
I'm not wearing g*ns, Marshall.
But I have got a right to defend
myself if somebody att*cks me.
But he better keep away from me.
And away from the lady too.
Let me have my key.
- 'Marshall Earp.'
- Yeah, what is it?
Shotgun Gibbs sent
me to fetch you.
He's found somebody
in an alley beat up bad.
- Who is it?
- Tom Tanner.
And he looks near death.
How is he, Shotgun?
Oh, he'll pull through, alright.
Still gonna be sore.
You gotta it done
and get going over.
He's a big man too. Somebody
must've hit him on the head
and started to kickin'
him while he was down.
- You send for the doc?
- No, I couldn't.
He's out in Ms. Chamber's place,
delivering a baby.
I'll take him over
to Dolph's and fix him up.
Let me in there.
Tom.
'Tom, this is Wyatt.'
What happened?
Who did it, Bronson?
I gotta tell you, Mr. Earp.
It's none of your business.
Don't be a fool.
He's a gunslinger.
You're lucky he didn't k*ll you.
Yeah, well, I'm gonna k*ll him.
What worst dreams. Ms. Cora
was right about you, wake up.
Look, Tom.
You're a nice fellow.
You're real fine silversmith
and you got a bright future.
'You gonna toss that all away
and k*ll yourself over a girl'
that doesn't mean anything?
Now, you wake up.
(Shotgun Gibbs)
Wyatt?
What you gonna do?
Well, find Bronson and kick him
out of town like I should've.
Well, you may have
to fight this time.
After this, you can bet
he'll be wearing his g*ns.
I hope he is and I can toss
him in jail. You fix him up.
[music]
[music continues]
(Wyatt)
'Bronson!'
Oh, it's you, Marshall.
I'm sorry to have frightened
you, Mrs. Calloway.
What is it?
Well, I'm afraid
I frightened Mrs. Calloway.
I'm looking for Mr. Bronson,
have you seen him?
Why no, he didn't come
to the theatre tonight.
Thank you, anyway. Sorry to
frighten you, Mrs. Calloway.
It's alright.
[music]
Well, I was just about ready
to come looking for you.
Were you been all this time?
[sighs]
Looking high
and low for Bronson.
Didn't find him yet, huh?
No, he just disappeared.
- It's funny.
- Well, maybe not.
Maybe, he figured you is
gonna come looking for him.
He decided, he didn't
wanna face you.
No, Bronson is not
that much of a coward.
Well, you never can
tell about them gunslingers.
(male # )
'Marshall.'
Sounds like Doc.
Well, Doc, you're up late.
Ms. Chambers have her baby, Doc?
Yup. There's something
I wanna show you, Wyatt.
Take a look.
Say, that's Bronson.
Were did you find him?
About mile out of town
alongside the road.
Would've passed right by him,
but my horse shied.
Hadn't been dead
more than few hours.
- Where'd you leave Tom Tanner?
- At his place, Blacksmith Shop.
- You think he shot Bronson.
- He couldn't have.
- Why not?
- Bronson wasn't shot.
He was stabbed with this.
Was still in his chest.
Well, I guess
that settles it.
Nobody around here does silver
work like that except, Tom.
You want me
to go with you, Wyatt?
No, I don't think he'd
give me to much trouble.
- Hello, Tom.
- Well, Mr. Earp.
Come in.
You know why I'm here?
- If you still mad at me--
- That's not it.
No?
Bronson is dead.
How'd it happen?
Somebody k*lled him.
That happens to g*n fighters.
He wasn't shot,
he was stabbed.
With this.
Ever see it before?
- It's mine.
- Yeah, I thought so.
Nobody else's work
is that good.
I threatened to k*ll him.
Did you?
Yes.
- Alright, lets go.
- I'll get my things.
- That way.
- That ain't the way to jail.
Never mind.
- This is a livery stable.
- That's right.
I dunno what you're up to.
- It's just a hunch.
- 'I'm coming, I'm coming.'
(male # )
'Quit hammering that door,
what you mean, getting a man'
out of bed in the middle of the
night. What do you want--
Hello, Marshall.
What can I do for you?
- I like to see inside.
- C'mon in, come in, Marshall.
Did you can find
what you're looking for?
Maybe. Can I borrow
that lantern?
You sure can, you can borrow
anything I've got, Wyatt.
Hold it. I'll get the coat
and go along with you.
Then I'll know
where you left it.
That's a back entrance to
the hotel over there, isn't it.
- That's right.
- Go ahead.
Shut the door.
[music]
Who is it?
(male # )
'It's Marshall Earp,
Ms. Campbell.'
'He wants to talk to you.'
Just a minute.
Keep calm,
don't say anything.
Come in.
Is this any hour
to come calling?
I'm sorry, Ms. Cora, there's no
need for this, I've told him.
Well, that'll be
all, Tom. Thank you.
Well, yes, Marshall. Sure.
Ms. Cora.
Earlier this evening
Mr. Tanner
brought you a present.
- What was it?
- Bracelet, a silver bracelet.
May I see it?
Here it is.
Anybody in town would tell you
that isn't, Mr. Tanner's work.
- He doesn't make bracelets.
- I can, Marshall. I made that.
I saw you put this on, before
the present was unwrapped.
Of course, Mr. Tanner
does make fine silver work.
Let her open this for instance.
Like this one.
- Have you see that before?
- No. Never.
Mr. Earp, why don't
you leave her alone.
- I've already told you--
- I know what you've told me.
And you're lying,
you didn't k*ll Bronson.
You couldn't have gotten
close enough to s*ab him.
He wouldn't let anybody
that close to him.
Except, somebody he wasn't
afraid of like...Ms. Cora.
I dunno what you're
talking about.
- I'm talking about m*rder.
- That's ridiculous.
If Bronson is dead, why should
I've wanted to k*ll him?
Maybe, you'd grown
afraid of him.
You're only guessing, Marshall.
You have no proof.
Mr. Cora, tonight you
were carrying something
in your carriage.
What was it?
- My costumes.
- Since when did costumes bleed?
The floor board of your carriage
was covered with blood.
Mr. Earp, stop it.
There's blood from your door
down the back stairs
to the alley. Where you loaded
the body into the carriage.
You're out of your mind.
You had to wait till tonight
before you could dump the body--
I said stop it--
- I did it! It's me!
- Momma!
You wouldn't want me to let
this man suffer for what I did.
You can't want me to do that.
- She is your mother?
- Yes.
My name is Calloway too.
Marshall, he threatened me.
'He said if I didn't
go with him, he'd hurt me.'
'He'd fix it so that'
'men would never wanna look
at me for the rest of my life.'
Momma grabbed the letter open.
That's the only thing there was.
I had to do something
to save my daughter.
Surely, they can't call that
m*rder, can't send her to jail.
They'll probably call it
justifiable homicide.
She'll still have
to stand trail.
Sorry, Mrs. Calloway,
but the way I see it.
It'll be the wrong woman
standing trail.
If I'd only known it was
going to be like this.
All I can say now
is that...I'm sorry.
If we can get through
this, momma and I.
It'll be different.
I hope it works out that way.
For your mother's sake.
She's the one that's
gonna have to forgive you.
I don't mind it, Marshall.
Any of it.
It's worth everything.
To hear her
call me momma again.
♪ 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 life his glory ♪
♪ And long may his
story be told ♪
♪ Long may
his story be ♪
♪ Told ♪
[humming]