- Tombstone is miles
by the left fork.
But I guess my poker game
in Galeyville could wait.
- Well, I doubt
that, Doctor.
Anyway, I'm goin'
in Tombstone alone.
- Taking off your g*ns?
- That's right. You hang on
to 'em for me, would ya?
- If you're goin' in alone,
you better keep 'em.
- No, sir. I'm goin'
into Tombstone
as a land agent for the
Earp Brothers, Inc.
I'm not a
marshal anymore.
Anyway, an unarmed
stranger's a lot safer
than a fella
totin' g*ns.
- Wyatt, in Tombstone,
they don't care
if a man is
armed or not.
They just sh**t
him in the back.
Then they search his body
to see what they can steal.
- Yeah, I almost
forgot that.
Hang onto that
for me too, will ya?
So long, Doc.
- You stubborn ox!
You'll find out,
and soon,
when you meet up
with the Clantons!
♪♪ Oh, Wyatt Earp
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪♪
- When Wyatt Earp
headed for Tombstone,
he was riding toward
the toughest town
in the American West,
a town built on one of the
richest silver deposits
ever discovered.
In Tombstone, a miner
was sh*t in the back
for a few bags
of silver ore.
Immigrant miners fought outlaw
cowboys on Allen Street.
v*olence ruled Tombstone,
which had but one peace officer.
An effort was made
to blow up the city jail,
as a gesture of contempt for
the dirty politics in Tombstone.
- All right, bring
'em out here.
Come on, bring 'em
out here, boys.
Come on!
We'll learn you miners to
stay away from the Bird Cage.
It's ours!
All right, boys,
get to work!
- Denver!
Oh, come on now,
boys, stop it!
- Miss Cashman!
- What are you trying to do,
Denver, start a riot?
- Just greasin'
the fellas.
- We'll get even!
[ Laughing ]
- And they sure will! Why don't
you turn 'em loose, Denver?
- The Bird Cage
is our hangout.
We don't want no dirty
miners around here.
The Oriental Saloon
is there's.
They should stay there.
Plaster 'em good!
- All right, plaster 'em good,
and then have your fight.
I'll get the
hospital ready.
- Get busy with
those feathers!
[ Laughing ]
[ Laughing ]
- There's some water
for you, Candy.
- Whoa, stranger! You
have to pay me first!
- What is it,
champagne?
- No, sir.
It's my water.
Two bits a gallon. The trough
belongs to the Oriental.
- Where's the
public trough?
- Young fella, there ain't
no free water in Tombstone.
We haul this water from
way down in the valley.
- Way down in
the valley, huh?
- Yes, sir.
- All right, here's a half
a buck. Give me gallons.
- Why, thank you,
young fella!
Oh, say, mister, how many
horse swallows is gallons?
- Hold it, cowboy.
Get your horse away
from my trough.
- This ain't exactly
your trough, Mr. Groven.
It belongs to
the Oriental.
- You keep out
of this!
No cowboys allowed
around the Oriental.
It belongs to us miners.
- I'm not a
cowhand, friend.
- Take him to the Bird Cage.
That's where he belongs.
[ Horse whinnying ]
- Mister, you shouldn't
have done that.
- It's my fight.
- I'm next!
- All right,
no more fightin'.
I'll take my horse on
over to the Bird Cage.
- Hey!
Hey, come back! Hey!
You're wastin' my water!
Give me that spigot!
Give me that spigot!
Give me the spigot!
Give me the spigot!
- Pour some water on him.
He needs it!
- Give me the spigot!
Where's the spigot?
[ Grunting ]
- All right, boys,
give us a hand.
Come on,
take him out.
- Oh, he's got an awful
lump on his head.
Give me a hand!
- Ain't no friend of mine, lady.
- You help me! Those miners'll
come out and b*at him some more.
- This ain't my fight, lady.
- Denver! Denver!
- Yes, Miss Clanton?
- Oh, Denver, give me
a hand with this cowboy.
- Oh, Dr. Goodfellow.
Thank heavens you're here.
The fighting may
start any minute.
- Who is it
this time?
- The cowboys
and the miners again.
- Don't you ever
give up, Nellie?
Cowboys, outlaws
and these miners!
You're wasting your sympathy
and I'm wasting my time!
- Oh, José, come and
get this man, will you?
Take the next bed,
right over there.
Easy, now!
Take it easy.
- Well, come in,
come in!
- You take a lot of time
with this miner.
What about
the cowboy?
- He'll have to
wait his turn.
- He's not
in bad shape.
That miner looks like
he's got a broken rib.
- The miners started
the fight. I saw it.
- You saw it?
- He could've k*lled all
of them with his fists.
That coward hit
him with a club.
- That should hold him till
I can get back to him.
- You look at the
cowboy next, huh?
- Cowboy, oh...
Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm...
- What do you
think, Doc?
- I'm afraid I'll have to
operate on this one, Nellie.
- But you said
the cowboy's next.
- All right,
all right!
José!
- Si?
- Pressure bandage for
this fellow's head.
- Doctor, you attend
the miners,
and a cowboy is turned
over to someone else.
- Miss Clanton, this cowboy
hasn't even got a cracked skull.
That miner
needs surgery.
Now, don't
pester me. I'm busy!
[ Groaning ]
- Howdy!
Where am I?
- Tombstone.
This is Dr. Goodfellow
and I'm Nellie Cashman.
I have the Cashman
Hotel next door.
You got a wallop
on the head!
- You must be pretty
handy with your fists!
- For a cowboy.
Usually you fellas are
only handy with your g*ns.
- Cowboy? You think
I'm a cowhand, huh?
- Our local paper calls
you fellas cowboys.
- Doctor, I'm
not a cowboy.
I just came to town to try
and buy some real estate.
I hope those miners
aren't too bad hurt.
- Fractured jaw,
busted rib.
I should charge you
for the operations,
but you better
leave town.
You can't fight
, miners!
- Doc, you look tired.
Why don't you go on in the
hotel and have your dinner, huh?
- Yeah, I think
I'll do that.
- Friendly old
cuss, ain't he?
- You gave him an awful
lot of extra work today.
- Miss Cashman, I
didn't start that fight.
I was just trying
to water my horse.
- Those miners
have just been
greased and feathered
by cowboys,
and you're a cowboy.
So it doesn't matter
who started it.
What's your name?
- Well, I seem to
remember Charlie Jones.
- Charlie Jones?
Well, it suits me.
Mr. Jones, you'd be doing me
a favor if you left town.
- Mmm! Why?
- 'Cause I'm trying to
stop a big sh**t-up
between the cowboys
and the miners.
- Miss Cashman, I'm not
a cowboy and I'm not a miner.
- You're dressed
like one.
Emma Clanton had a Clanton
rider bring you in here,
and she says
you're a cowboy.
- Well...
By the way,
where's my horse?
- My stable.
- Thank you.
- Don't thank me,
just leave Tombstone.
Emma's probably rounding up
that Clanton g*ng right now.
They've just been itching for
an excuse to raid this town,
and I'm afraid
you're it.
- Where's your marshal?
- It's an old man.
- What about
the sheriff?
- His office is in Tucson.
That's miles from here.
No, there isn't any law here,
Mr. Jones. No law at all.
- You, uh... You have room
for me over at your hotel?
- Yes, but...
Mr. Jones, you oughta
leave Tombstone before sunup.
- The Clantons need
a better excuse than me.
And what about the miners?
What're you gonna do about them?
- Well, Mr. Gird is the
biperator here.
I could talk to him.
- Well, then I'll think
about leaving town.
Have you seen my boots?
- Oh!
- Thank you.
When'd you, uh,
first start
being the peacemaker
of Tombstone.
- Oh, I wouldn't
say I'm that.
I just happen to like
it here, Mr. Jones.
A lot of people tell you this is
a pretty rough town, and it is.
But it can be a
fine place to live.
People around here
just need to realize
that there's room
for everybody here
out anybody being
taken advantage of.
- Miss Cashman,
you're quite a lady.
[ All talking ]
- Well, well, well!
Here they are.
- I know how you feel, boys,
but I'll tell you this:
If the Clantons come
to make a fight,
I'll unlock
the company g*ns.
- What about
that cowboy?
- If you think he oughta be
run out of town, go ahead!
But no company g*ns!
- Yes, sir.
- Papa, he can fight!
He put miners in the
hospital with his fists!
- Mmm! Most likely
I'll hire him!
- If you don't hurry,
Nellie Cashman'll turn him
over to the miners.
The boys should ride into
Tombstone and help him.
- No, it ain't sensible
to make a big fight with 'em.
Just send up a holler for
a real Johnny Law in Tombstone.
If this cowboy can sh**t, baby,
you hire him on the spot.
- He wasn't carryin' g*ns.
- Maybe he had to
sell 'em for grub.
Take him a
couple of mine.
- Thanks, Papa.
Can I start now?
- At night?
- Well, I was just
afraid that maybe--
- Emma honey, I promised
your ma you'd be raised a lady,
and by the holy, you've
been raised a lady.
And no lady rides into
Tombstone after dark!
- All right, Papa.
Morning then.
G'night.
- G'night, baby.
[ Knocking on door ]
- Who's there?
- Nellie Cashman.
- Come in.
- Mr. Jones, there's been a lot
of ugly talk amongst the miners.
Won't you please get out
of here before it's too late?
- Miss Cashman, I'm afraid
it's already too late.
Take a look out
that window.
Necktie party?
- They promised me
they'd let you leave.
Now, I don't
know what's happening.
They're wearing g*ns.
Maybe you better
stay here in the hotel.
- Has Tombstone
always been divided
between the miners
and the cowboys?
- I'm afraid it's not
that simple, Mr. Jones.
You see, the cowboys are
what we call insiders.
That means that they're
inside the % ring
that boss
this territory.
And the Clantons are with them,
so they're insiders too.
- And what about
the miners?
- Outsiders.
They want
a decent town,
and they fight against
the % ring and the Clantons.
- Where does your
marshal stand?
- I'm afraid White's
out of town.
No, Mr. Gird's
still our best chance.
He can control
the miners, if--
[ Knocking ]
- Miners all around the hotel.
Papa loaned you these g*ns.
- So you are
a cowboy.
- No, Miss Nellie,
but I've never been
run out of town.
- All right, give
me half an hour.
Mr. Gird?
- Oh, Miss Cashman.
- Mr. Gird, you promised me
that you'd let him leave town.
- You didn't tell us he
was a Clanton gunslinger.
- But he's not!
I'm sure he's not.
- Didn't the Clanton girl
just take his g*ns in to him?
- Yes, but...
What do your
men plan to do?
- Chief White
isn't here,
so we're going to
take him to jail ourselves.
I won't have my men being
beaten up by a Clanton.
- If he is
a Clanton man,
you know he won't
stay there minutes.
- I can't control my men
unless I make the effort.
Now, you tell Jones to
come on out here unarmed
and surrender to me.
[ Rapid knocking ]
- It's Nellie!
It's all fixed!
You surrender to Gird,
he puts you in jail,
and then one of Clanton's
judges gets you out of jail.
- I'm sorry.
- Well, then will you at
least try to get out of town?
- All right,
I owe you that much.
- Come on,
follow me!
- Miners?
- Mmm-hmm, they're
waiting for you.
There's an old mineshaft
down in the cellar.
Follow the drift to
the edge of town,
and I'll stall them for a few
minutes so you get a head start.
- Right.
- You wait here. I'll
send José with a lantern.
- Thank you.
- You go left
to first stope.
Turn right and
follow narrow drift.
- Thank you.
- Left to edge
of town, señor!
- Close that
behind me.
- Si.
- Mr. Jones?
Mr. Jones?
I wonder where he
could've gone.
- Down the mine stope in your
cellar, but we'll get him.
Now, I know you mean well,
Nellie, but you keep out of it.
- All right, you two boys
go in this one
and start towards
Allen Street from here.
- Come down here,
and you'll get a b*llet.
- Don't sh**t! You might
hit Tad or Mike!
[ Footsteps approaching ]
- José, put him in
the last bed, will you?
Take it easy!
Take the bed over there.
Easy! José, can you
get this man?
- Mr. Gird...
you and Miss Nellie
are fools!
Besides these men,
how many has he k*lled?
- None we could find, and
we can't find him either.
- Now, Doc, Mr. Jones
is a decent man.
After all, he could've
k*lled or men.
- Decent!
If he had one ounce of decency,
he would've k*lled 'em!
Now I've gotta work all day,
extracting . slugs.
- My company will
pay you, Doctor.
- I don't need money!
I need time!
- Wyatt! What're you doin',
minin' or fightin'?
- I've been fightin'.
Where have you been
and where are my g*ns?
- I got 'em right here.
Is the fight still goin' on
or did you get selfish?
- What, with
, miners,
if you wanna do some fightin',
there's still plenty left.
I'm gonna go and try
and find d*ck Gird.
He's the head
of the miners.
He oughta be over
at the hospital.
You hang onto those g*ns.
They're Emma Clanton's.
You were right, Doc, this is
the meanest town I ever saw.
- You sure emptied
this street.
What do you got
against d*ck Gird?
- He could've called the miners
off, being that as he runs 'em.
- Does he know
who you are?
- No, he thinks I'm a cowboy.
Wait here, would ya?
- No worries, Sam, you'll be
back in action in no time.
- Mr. Gird, I'd like
to talk to you outside.
- You! I'd like
nothing better!
- Mr. Gird, if you wanna
go on with this fight,
you're gonna
be next.
When I came into this town,
I was unarmed and alone.
- A Clanton
is never alone!
- Him a Clanton? Looks like I'll
have to introduce you gentlemen.
d*ck Gird, I want you
to meet Wyatt Earp.
- Wyatt Earp
from Dodge City?
- Look out!
- Well, you're
Wyatt Earp, all right.
I'll tell my boys
the fighting's over.
- Come on, you ain't
hit that bad.
- Maybe it's
just begun.
- What makes
you think so?
We miners made a mistake
about him, Dr. Holliday.
We won't
bother
- Can you vouch for
the Clantons too?
- They won't start
anything without a reason.
- The Deacon has the
miserable character of a man
who can't turn his back on
evil, and Tombstone is evil.
- Well, Doc, I ain't
gonna be here that long.
♪♪ 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 ♪
♪ Oh, 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 ♪
♪ Hmm ♪♪