[indistinct chattering]
Whiskey.
It's good.
Better be.
(Wyatt)
No fight.
Remember, they'll get you in the
back room, start a poker game
accuse you of cheating, and try
and sh**t you in the back.
Try?
Who's gonna stop 'em.
(Wyatt)
Me.
Against all
these Arizona hoodlums.
Better take
another look around.
Of course, I realize it's risky.
You can back out if you want.
No.
No, I guess I've lived
long enough.
[Ken Darby singing
"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 ♪
(male narrator)
The life and legend of Wyatt
Earp, starring Hugh O'Brian.
(male narrator)
When Wyatt Earp left Dodge City
for Arizona territory
He believed that his career as
a peace officer was finished.
He wanted to hang up his g*ns
and earn a modest income
as a rancher or miner.
Wyatt and his brothers
were soon to learn
that Arizona had become the
last stronghold of the outlaw.
A terrifying wilderness
in which sheriffs and marshals
were open allies of cattle
thieves and stage robbers.
[horse snorts]
[orchestral music]
(male # )
Hey, there?
Mind if I talk to you a minute.
Hi, uh, is this your party?
I'm looking for Wyatt Earp
and his brothers.
What's your business?
Hey, uh, you must be Wyatt Earp.
I've got your picture here
with that long barrel .
I'm Vick Bywater
with Wells Fargo.
You could be
a Wells Fargo agent.
Here's my, uh, old-timers' ring.
It, uh, it fits you'll notice.
Alright, Mr. Bywater.
These are my brothers,
Virgil Earp, Morgan Earp
My friend, Dr. John H. Holliday.
- Mr. Bywater.
- Howdy.
I've ridden all the way
from Tombstone.
Company sure needs you
back there.
- Well, we've got other plans.
- We're heading for Prescott.
Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute.
I, uh, vote we give
the horses a rest and..
...give Mr. Bywater here
a chance to speak his piece.
(Bywater)
Well, thank you, marshal.
Well, I'm not a marshal
of Dodge anymore.
Of course, I'm still
US deputy marshal
but I'm turning
that badge in, too.
That looks like a good spot
over there.
We can talk there, Mr. Bywater.
[melodic music]
And you can't ranch in Arizona
because the Clantons and other
rustlers steal your cattle.
Mining's not much good either.
Road agents heist the ore
and bullion.
Fremont,
the territorial governor
he doesn't seem to care much
what goes on.
You're exaggerating a little,
aren't you?
No, Mr. Earp. If you think so,
pay a visit to Bootjacks
the first town over the line.
What's so tough
about Bootjack.
You ever hear
of Mysterious Dave Mather?
- Mather?
- Is he in Bootjack?
Why, he runs the camp.
What's so special
about Mather.
I want him for murdering a man
named Mike Degraff in Dodge.
Let's head for Bootjack, Wyatt.
I want Mather, too.
Now hold on, Doc.
We're heading for Prescott,
remember?
We're two days late now.
My wife's gonna be worried sick.
You go on and take the trail
to Prescott. You and Morgan.
Doc, go picket our horse.
The company really needs you
in Tombstone.
- Mather could wait.
- No, sir.
DeGraff was Doc's partner.
Mather sh*t him in the back.
I thought you buried that star.
It isn't gonna take
Doc and me long.
I'll catch up
with you tomorrow.
But we've already got an
undercover man in Bootjack.
And he knows I'm looking for you
to get you to come to Tombstone.
The company wants to give Mather
enough rope, we can close in.
He's had enough rope.
It's no use arguing with him.
Once his mind is set, that's it.
Wyatt and Doc won't need help
in the two-bit hoodlum camp.
Come on, let's push
those wagons along.
Alright, attend to it, Wyatt.
(Virgil)
'We'll be crossing
Apache country tomorrow.'
Yes, sir, big brother.
I'll ride along with the wagons
if you have no objection.
- What's the idea?
- You want the solemn truth?
Wells Fargo wants all the Earps
I could find.
I'm still hoping to hire you.
We might consider it.
Nope. Arizona territory isn't
as bad as he lets on.
Wells Fargo can handle
their own trouble.
Come on.
Well, that settles that.
(Bywater)
'Uh, Mr. Earp.'
Our, uh, our man in Bootjack
is Fred Dodge.
He's a husky blonde boy
with an Apache tomahawk
tattooed on his left forearm.
He's a member of Mather's g*ng
so let him make the first move
to help you.
Alright. Don't worry.
We won't give him away.
You better check that Buntline
with Virgil.
Yeah, that's right.
Mr. Bywater, could I, uh,
trade your g*ns for a day or so?
Of course. It's company issue,
but it's a good one.
Thank you.
Doc, I want Mr. Mather alive.
You'll be lucky to get him dead.
This is not Kansas, Wyatt.
Just climb on your horse
and start to pray.
[dramatic music]
- King of clubs.
- Ten of diamonds.
You know that tomahawk
still bothers me.
That? It's good luck
for me, boss.
Look, cards ain't been
so good lately.
I got away from the Apaches,
didn't I?
Cut them.
[knocking on door]
Let him in.
Dump it.
There ain't no
five thousand here.
We cleaned out the stage.
That's all of it.
No...you're holding out.
You calling me a liar, Dave?
Yeah..
...and a cheat.
The other boys,
I want the rest of that money.
Yes, sir.
[dramatic music]
Well...it looks like Mather
had a busy week.
Yeah.
You ride into town first.
Check and see whether Mather's
wearing a star.
Isn't that a technicality.
No, we'll take him either way.
But if he's wearing a star
it'll cause complications
Why? Let's just ride
into town and k*ll him.
Not unless we have to.
Wyatt, this is not Kansas.
- Alright. I'll go in myself.
- No.
No, one man starts yelling
Wyatt Earp
the whole camp will go
to sh**ting
Besides, I probably have more
friends in Bootjack than Mather.
May I remind you
that most hoodlums like me.
And this is definitely a job
for the scoundrel.
So I will see you later.
[dramatic music]
- 'Who is it?'
- It's me, Whitey.
Yeah.
You know
a Dr. John H. Holliday?
- Mm-hmm.
- He just rode into town.
- Alone?
- Yes, sir.
He wants to start
a faro game he says.
Ah-huh?
Doc and me ain't
exactly friends.
Alright. We'll run him out.
No. Doc knows too many people.
We gotta play this smart.
Come on in.
(male # )
Hi, Doc.
[chattering]
Hiya, Doc, remember me?
Slim Cunick of Amarillo
- Hello, Slim, sure I remember.
- I thought you'd be dead.
Red Dog Connor. It's good
to see you. Let's have a drink.
Ah, bartender, these are all
fine friends of mine.
I wanna buy
for the lot of 'em.
Come on, Doc, sit down.
Red Dog what have you been doing
yourself? Looking healthy.
- Oh, I've been around.
- Here you go, Doc.
Bartender.
Where is Dave Mather?
- Well, he's in and out.
- In and out?
I wanna open
a faro game here
and the boys tell me
I should talk to Dave.
I gotta get word to Whitey.
He's Dave's right-hand man?
I wish you would.
I-I'd be mighty obliged.
- Thank you, Doc.
- Doc, lemme pour you a drink.
What do you mean
a little drink?
[dramatic music]
Yeah, that's the way it goes.
My last dental case with a steer
valued at dollars.
Took eight men to chloroform
that steer
and then I found out he had an
impacted molar.
Well, when I'd told Lander,
the owner
I was gonna have to use
chisel and a hammer
I thought he'd throw
a conventional fit.
(Doc Holliday)
'Alright, excuse me, boys.'
- Doc.
- Yeah.
- Well..
- Well what?
- How'd you get the tooth out?
- Get it out?
Son, I took all of them out.
Just what do you want here?
Well, nothing drastic.
I-I just wanna open a faro game.
- Not rob the establishment.
- Mather doesn't like you.
Take my advice
and get out of town.
What if I stay?
Somebody will accuse you
of cheating
and you'll be sh*t
in the back.
You know that's right
to the point.
But why?
We have enough trouble
and you seem friendly
with a lot of the boys.
Sounds logical.
I know Mather.
Get outta town.
Well, I'll think about it.
By the way, what name do you
use other than Whitey?
Just that name.
Holliday didn't leave town.
He's opened a big game
at the roadhouse.
Go tell Lucas and Gennero
I wanna see 'em.
Doc isn't here for trouble.
He knows you run this camp.
If he wanted a fight,
he'd come straight to you.
Tell Lucas and Gennero
I wanna see 'em.
Yes, sir.
It's tough luck, Red Dog,
that tray is unhappy for you.
Wait a minute,
I'm playing here too, Doc.
What's the matter, Slim.
Aren't you losing fast enough?
Alrighty, it's a six,
and pay is six.
Well, you're finally
getting lucky.
[thud]
Doc, you sure are lucky.
Yeah, that's why I'm
in the business.
Here's a full,
and we pay another full.
Let's try that queen
one more time.
- Hold it, Doc.
- Let's see that deal box.
Sir, are you suggesting
I might resort
to some form of subterfuge?
I think that this box is--
[indistinct yelling]
Alright, everybody,
just take it easy.
Mather's in the shack.
Go on, I'll cover you.
- Hurry up.
- Hit the floor!
[dramatic music]
He wants Mather, come on.
He's on the roof,
surround the place.
Get around.
Come on down, Earp,
you ain't got a chance.
Can you see him?
No, he moved on the other side
of the house.
[g*nshots continue]
Ho, ho, go on.
Ah-h, go on.
Whitey, Whitey, I..
Go on, ah-h, ho-ha.
You'll never
catch him now.
Somebody turned him loose.
Well, never mind,
where's Doc?
Sounds like he's putting up
a fight.
Stupids, we'll have to do
it ourselves, come on.
(Doc Holliday)
Hold it.
Lift your hands.
- I said lift your hands.
- You win, Doc.
That's better.
- You had no cause to do that.
- Never mind.
[g*nsh*t continue]
Move toward the shack.
What are you aiming to do?
I can't think of everything. I
forgot cord to tie your hands.
Well, that's sh**ting
down there.
Well, now, maybe it's th
of July. Get inside.
[g*nshots continue]
He's back inside , come on.
Sparks are flying in there.
He'll set the place on fire.
(male # )
It's just a trick,
he's still on the roof.
Alright, you men inside there..
...you throw your g*ns
out on the porch
and come out with your hands up,
or I'm coming in after you.
[metal clanking]
Mather and Whitey will
take care of you, Earp.
Now, there's six men
scattered around here
with b*llet holes in 'em.
I'll take care of Mather.
You men take care
of your friends.
That makes seven.
Now get busy.
k*ll him, Doc.
He wasn't at Dodge with me.
No, I won't k*ll him,
can't afford to.
Cartridges cost almost
a nickel apiece now.
Eh, Apache yomahawk.
Nice fella.
Two of these men
need a doctor.
Now, go find one and bring him
here as soon as I leave town.
If you don't, I'm liable
to come back here
and then two of you
won't need a doctor.
- Yes, sir.
- 'Wyatt?'
Found your horse.
You throw b*ll*ts around
like a drunken millionaire.
They had me cornered.
Don't you ever do
your own fighting, Mather?
You and Doc ain't
outta this yet.
Shut up. I'm for hangin' him
right here in Bootjack.
No, he gets a trial.
Besides, I want him to think
about that rope for a few weeks.
You're too kind, Dr. Holliday.
You're much too kind.
[dramatic music]
[birds chirping]
Well, we missed the wagon.
Yup, about ten miles ahead
of us will be my guess.
We will rest the horses here,
make some breakfast
then catch up with 'em.
You aiming to feed Mather?
That's right.
Come on, light down
from there.
Wyatt, what do you figure
you'll find any John Laws
in Arizona?
I favor sh**ting him right now.
And I favor turnin' him over
to a John Law
even if I have to take him
all the way to Prescott.
No. Stand aside.
Wyatt, Mather's a no-good
m*rder*r and skunk.
Before we know, we're gonna have
his g*ng from Bootjack on us.
I'll ask you just
once more, step aside.
Doc, you are sick.
Give me that flask.
You have a drink first, Doc..
...then if you like sh**ting me
that's what you gonna
have to do.
Why didn't you draw on me?
Because the truth is
I'm still fond you.
You can stop hiding, Mather.
I guess we're all bait
for the buzzards now.
I'd rather die fightin'
beside Wyatt than against him.
Doc's right you know.
If Whitey and Bootjack boys
won't take me
other outfits will.
There ain't no law
in Arizona, Earp.
Yeah, I'm commencing
to find that out.
But at the moment, I'm concerned
about brewing some coffee.
[dramatic music]
That could be Earp's campfire.
Now let's get
one thing straight.
I want a chance to talk
some sense into Earp.
He's a bored Johnny Law,
he'll never be nothing else.
But Earp and Doc Holliday could
k*ll Dave before we got close.
Now, how about it?
You want Mather and some of us
to get k*lled
or do you wanna try
to make a deal first?
Make a deal.
That makes good horse sense
to me, Whitey.
Alright, now fan out,
and I'll do the talking.
Hya hya.
[horse galloping]
Wyatt, listen.
That's either Mather's boys or
Apaches, you wanna run for it?
No, let's get Mather
in the rocks, come on.
Leave the horses here.
[horses galloping]
Hold it. Hold it.
Wait right here but cover me.
[horse neighing]
Hey, Earp? Wyatt Earp,
I wanna talk to you.
- We'll hold our fire.
- That's Whitey, my best man.
- I told you he'd come.
- Let's fight it out, Wyatt.
No, I'll talk to him.
- Marshal Earp?
- That's right.
I'm Fred Dodge
of Wells Fargo.
I can't give you any proof that
unless Vic Bywater found you.
(Fred)
If he did, that tattoo
on my left arm is enough.
- He found me.
- Good.
Then I can give it
to you straight.
You're never going
to get Mather to a jail
and you'll be dead
within the hour if you try.
I'm sorry, but you'll have
to turn him loose.
I can stay undercover,
keep close track of him
and continue my reports.
When are you gonna turn him
over to the law?
You got all you need
on him now.
As soon as there is a law.
Right now, a handful of Wells
Fargo agents can't do very much.
Isn't there any law
in Prescott, Tucson?
One honest Sheriff, and you'll
never get Mather that far
even if you got him
away from here.
He's in cahoots with old man
Clanton and the Tombstone crowd.
- Well..
- Mr. Earp, I..
I-I don't lie to you
when I tell you
that outlaw gangs in Arizona
are thicker than Apaches.
You haven't got a chance
of takin' him in.
We stall too long now. Give me
Mather, my life depends on it.
And so does yours.
Alright, I'll turn him loose.
Hold your fire!
He's turnin' Dave loose!
[melodic music]
- Doc?
- Hmm?
Maybe, Whitey was lying to us.
There must be some law
in Arizona.
Well, I never heard of any.
Wyatt, you ever hear the story
of Deshead Jones?
(Doc Holliday)
'the patron saint
of Arizona territory?'
No.
Well, they tried to hang Jones
three separate times
and each time the rope broke.
Forth time they tried
to hang him
the devil appeared
on the gallows
Oh!
Devil said, "Boys, there ain't
no sense tryin'
"to hang Jones again
cause I don't want him.
Just send him
to Tombstone, Arizona."
(Doc Holliday)
'Of course, it's only a story'
but it might give you some idea.
Tombstone, huh?
Well, I don't know what Virgil
and Morgan are gonna do
but, uh, I think I'll take
a look at that little city.
Yes, sir, I'm headin'
for Tombstone.
[orchestra 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 life his glory ♪
♪ and long may
his story be told ♪
[humming]