[dramatic music]
(male # )
'Hold it right there, mister.'
Who are you?
Deputy Sheriff Earp.
Tombstone.
How many men
did you bring?
He's probably got a posse
hiding in the brush.
What are you doing here?
I have a warrant
for Mr. Clanton.
Charge of horse stealing.
You think you are going to
arrest Mr. Clanton? Oh, ho ho.
The old man ain't home.
There ain't nobody home.
When will Mr. Clanton be back?
That's his business.
Now, you push on back
at Tombstone, proto.
Mister, I don't like
to have a g*n pointed at me.
You cock that riffle
and you won't hear a click.
[dramatic music]
[Ken Darby singing
"The 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 ♪
(male narrator)
The Life and Legend
of Wyatt Earp
starring Hugh O'Brian.
Against his better judgment,
Wyatt made his decision
to serve as Chief Deputy
Sheriff of Tombstone.
In fact as historians have
pointed out, Wyatt was trapped
in Tombstone by the thr*at
of Old Man Clanton
to bushwhack him
if he left.
And by his own
stubborn bravery.
[whispering]
Come here.
Take it easy.
He's hurt.
- You know him, doc?
- Mm-hm. Herm Ridder.
Wanders around the territory
treating horses.
A vigorous outdoor life makes
men like him indestructible.
[sighing]
Well, he must
be indestructible.
- Three slugs, yeah?
- Oh, yeah.
- Lost a lotta blood.
- Means nothing.
Till the sand
begins running out.
- Mr. Ridder, who sh*t you?
- Where's Fred White?
Herm.
(doctor)
'This is marshal
Wyatt Earp from Dodge City.'
Earp? No joking.
What's an honest man like you
doing in the Arizona territory?
We shanghaied him.
Tell Earp who sh*t you, Herm.
The Clantons, who else?
Ran off head of horses.
My whole string.
Where are the horses now,
Mr. Ridder?
I can answer that.
In Old Man Clanton's corral.
- Right, Herm?
- Yeah.
[door opens]
Herm Ridder, you been
in a g*n fight?
He got bushwhacked
by the Clantons.
Wyatt, I have
a recurring dream.
I dream that Old Man Clanton
is under anesthetic
and I have a Kn*fe
in my hands.
The Kn*fe slips...
and I wake up.
[laughing]
I wonder what
Hippocrates would say.
Now, I'll see you
in about an hour.
- Oh, doc?
- Huh?
It's alright to give him
some water, isn't it?
- Yeah, not too much.
- Alright.
There you are, Mr. Ridder.
- Not too much now.
- I'll do it.
Thank you.
I'll write out a warrant.
Good. Mr. Gird and I
will help you find a posse.
- No, Ms. Nellie.
- 'Don't joke, Wyatt.'
I'm not joking. I got
to get the horses first.
A warrant's no good
without evidence of theft.
But you can't go
out there alone.
It's the only way
I can go out there.
- 'Mr. Ridder?'
- Yes, sir?
Take your time, but tell me
everything that happened.
Wyatt? Excuse me, Mr. Ridder,
but I am morally responsible
for this man. Now, take
Fred White with you.
At least swear in
some special deputies.
More men I take out there,
the less chances I'm gonna have
of finding those horses.
I'm gonna find them and I'm
gonna arrest Mr. Clanton.
And they'll simply
sh**t you down.
Ha ha. He's Wyatt Earp
sure enough.
You go back to your hotel and
don't worry about him, Nellie.
Alright, I'll go
get Doc. Holliday.
Maybe he can keep you
from committing su1c1de.
Ms. Nellie sweet on you?
She's sweet
on the whole human race.
That's a trouble.
Now, let's start with
the description of the horses.
(Herm)
'There were four roans..'
Hurry up or he maybe gone.
Madam, I don't intent
to argue with Wyatt.
You mean you're gonna let him
ride to certain death?
Ms. Cashman, Wyatt Earp has been
riding to a certain death
for the past five or six years.
The good Lord has
his own plan for each of us.
But I intend
to get mortal help.
[intense music]
[horses neighing]
[music continues]
(male # )
'Hold it right there, mister.'
Who are you?
Deputy Sheriff Earp.
Tombstone.
How many men
did you bring?
He's probably go
a posse hiding in the brush.
What are you doing here?
I have a warrant
for Mr. Clanton.
Charge of horse stealing.
You think you are going
to arrest Mr. Clanton?
Oh, ho ho.
The old man ain't home.
There ain't nobody home.
You fellows guarding
an empty ranch house?
Boys had some trouble
down at the border.
Old Man Clanton's son
went down to help out.
When will Mr. Clanton be back?
That's his business.
Now, you push on back
at Tombstone, proto.
Mister, I don't like
to have a g*n pointed at me.
You cock that riffle
and you won't hear a click.
[dramatic music]
(female # )
Sholto, Frenchie, you stop that.
- He threatened us, didn't he?
- Oui.
I know Mr. Earp.
I'll talk to him.
Oh, he's on the payroll, eh?
Why didn't you say
you were an insider?
My business is
with Mr. Clanton.
But I'll be happy
to talk to Ms. Emma.
You two go to the cook shack
and make some coffee.
Yes, come on, Frenchie.
You came down alone?
With horses
in your corral.
They belong to a Mr. Ridder.
Oh! For a minute I thought
you've decided to work
on the inside but, uh,
I see the star now.
Your papa gave me no choice.
I came in here alone
because I figured
you folks wouldn't
sh**t at the law.
We never have.
We haven't had to.
Walk in.
No ambush.
Now, that's mighty confident.
[door closes]
Allow me.
- Of course, you have a warrant.
- Mm-hmm.
Just put it on the table.
When papa get's back he'll turn
himself into...Judge Chriskom.
I've met Judge Chriskom.
He's one of your man.
I wouldn't take
a horse stealing case to him.
You're not
very bright, are you?
Don't you know papa has
a bill of sale for those horses.
And has it occurred
to you that papa
and the boys might just
be back by sun up?
Ms. Emma, I never claim
to be bright.
A fellow with sharp intelligence
wouldn't have worn one of these
for five years.
You sit down.
Let me tell you something
about life in Arizona territory.
Yes, ma'am. We have
lots of time.
Alright.
Now, in the first place
the Yankees run
the government at Washington.
Hmm.
But we run
the government in Arizona.
Mr. John C Fremont
is the carpet bagger in charge..
There's nothing sensible
about it, Mr. Earp.
This isn't Dodge City.
It's still a wilderness
for the apaches and tough men.
Papa had to be tough.
Well, I wouldn't try to turn
you against your papa, no..
...no matter what he's done.
You don't get the point.
Billy's a kid away at school.
Phin's alright with a g*n
but, Ike-Ike is windy.
They're no help to papa. He had
to hire gunslingers to help him
with his cattle business.
Ms. Emma.
The army's gonna
round up all the apaches.
Honest law is coming
to Tombstone.
Now, where is that gonna
leave the Clantons?
Mm?
We can't quit.
Why not?
Brosius, Ringo, the McLowry,
Swilling, Spence
the ten percent is in Tucson.
We all just drifted
into this together.
If what you say is true,
it'll be wide open w*r.
Not necessarily
for you, Emma.
Oh, yes. I love papa.
What happens to him,
happens to all of us.
Isn't there..
...oh, isn't there some young
man that you'd like to marry?
Well..
Somebody that will take
you away from Arizona?
I'm sure you've
had many offers.
Or am I being
too personal?
Why are you so interested?
Well, I-I don't really know.
There's a way to find out.
Take a job with papa.
Join the insiders.
And I'd be interested.
That kiss was just
to find out something.
You feel sorry for me.
Well, I don't need that.
I'm a Clanton
and that's all I'll ever be.
So, save your pity.
Sholto, Benji!
Frenchie went down the road
to warn your old man?
- Take him.
- Hold it.
Drop it.
Leave it alone.
Get over there.
Now, sit down.
- I said, sit down.
- I don't take orders from you.
I'm sorry, Ms. Emma, but
I'm gonna have to hold you
as a hostage.
If your father is close enough
for Frenchie to find
he might be
in a little trouble.
Plenty for you.
Stay right there.
[g*n clicking]
[intense music]
[people chattering]
- Who is it?
- Doc Holliday.
I wanna talk to Luke Short,
McMasters and Johnson, personal.
Howdy, Luke?
[indistinct]
- Turkey Creek.
- I thought it was a ghost.
You should've been dead
long ago, doc.
You know I heard they buried you
up in Deadwood last winter.
Have a drink.
Unless you have some scruples
about drinking with a ghost.
Not me, doc.
You all know Wyatt Earp.
He went up to the Clanton ranch.
To arrest
Old Man Clanton, alone.
I know that ain't very bright.
But I said he went up alone.
- That's too bad.
- Probably dead by now.
Yeah. I don't think so.
I met up with the border patrol,
talked to the Sergeant.
He said the Clanton
and his men were gonna steal
some Mexican cattle
along the line.
There'll only be
the four of us, doc.
I told you
Clanton isn't there yet.
Still ain't enough.
You owe me $ and you
owe me $ . You got the cash?
No.
Luke Short, you owe
wide up your life.
- Fast g*ns but slow pay.
- Watch your temper, doc.
You cheap welchers.
All I'm asking you to do
is risk your worthless hides.
[dramatic music]
[music continues]
(Frenchie)
Mr. Clanton!
Mr. Clanton!
Mr. Clanton, you have
a visitor.
A Mr. Wyatt Earp.
But Ms. Emma,
she is stalling him.
She take him to the house
while I make the coffee. Meanw--
Hold it, Frenchie.
Where's Sholto?
He is on guard, outside.
Papa, Earp's a fool.
He rode right into it.
They'll never find his grave.
Hush up.
I'm studyin' this.
No. No.
Earp ain't no fool.
He wouldn't ride on to my place
serve a warrant, all by himself.
- 'Where's the posse?'
- No posse.
- I told you. Earp is a fool.
- Oh, we'll see.
You and Phin, circle the home
spread from the North and East.
The rest of us will circle
from South and West.
We don't flush your posse,
we'll move right in.
- Yes, papa.
- And take 'em, papa?
- k*ll the varmint.
- Yooo!
Giddyap!
Heeyah!
[dramatic music]
- It was a setup, Ms. Emma.
- I've got eyes.
I was thinking we, uh,
we could tie up Sholto.
We'll fix ourselves
a little breakfast.
You'll never get any of
our food unless you steal it.
Tsk tsk tsk.
What a temper.
I've-I've decided not
to use you as a hostage
if that's what
you're so upset about.
Maybe you're tired of living.
No. I just don't think that
your Papa'd k*ll a lawman.
All he has to do is to ride in
to Tombstone with me.
[horses trotting]
We'll soon find out.
[trotting continues]
Papa. I don't want
a fight here.
You make a run for it.
I'll stall Papa and the boys.
I came here to serve a warrant
That's what I'm gonna do.
Don't be foolish!
I'll hide you.
Sholto won't say anything. He
knows what'll happen if he does.
That ain't the reason, Ms. Emma.
They can take Earp.
He'll k*ll your old man, Phin
and Ike before he goes down.
That's right.
Emma.
Sholto.
Something's wrong, boys.
Alight, down.
I'll scream and warn Papa.
[dramatic music]
Just take it slow
and easy.
Come on.
[music continues]
- Mr. Clanton--
- Shut up.
I have a warrant
for your arrest, Mr. Clanton.
Well, you back
in the law business, sonny?
He's wearing his star.
Don't you go sh**ting any stars.
- You know what'll happen.
- You keep out of this, Em.
Go on back in the house.
Boys, I'll tell you when.
Papa, all you have to do
is ride into town
and Judge Chriskom'll turn
you loose. That's sensible.
You're a lady. I don't
want you mixed up in this.
- Sholto, take her in the house.
- No, listen!
You can k*ll him but-but
he'll get two or three of you.
- And you'd be first.
- Take her in the house.
This is just
plain stupid.
Maybe Em's right, papa.
We ain't never fired in the law.
You hush up or run
if you're scared.
Hush up, both of you.
What you accusing me of?
Stealing Mr. Ridder's horses.
Well, that settles it. Boys?
[horses trotting]
Throw 'em down or fight.
sh**t him in the back, Wyatt.
He ain't worth
k*lling front ways.
Holliday, McMasters,
Short and Johnson
I ain't in this play.
No doctor can fix
a broken spine.
Papa?
- Ah!
- Ow!
Don't try it.
Put Mr. Clanton
on his horse.
Now you boys, let your g*ns
cool a little while.
[intense music]
[g*nshots]
McMasters, Luke!
Stampede the horses through.
They don't want the horses,
they want our man Clanton.
Ho!
[g*nshots]
[g*nshots continue]
Put him in front
of the rock.
No more sh**ting.
[g*nshots continue]
Argh.
(Clanton)
'Can you hear me?'
I said no more sh**ting.
Send one of them down here.
Hey, boys!
Ike up there?
(Phin)
'Yes, papa.'
Send him down.
(Ike)
'Hold your fire.'
'I'm going down there.'
Keep that low.
(Ike)
This is a fool play.
Can't take papa
into Tombstone now.
- I'm doing it.
- No. You aren't.
You'll be fighting
every yards.
- How many boys you got, Ike?
- Enough.
There's more between here
and Tombstone.
Don't be silly, Earp. You got
the horses. Turn me loose.
I favor k*lling him.
(male # )
'They're bluffing, Wyatt.'
I don't know that they are.
No bluff, sonny,
too many g*ns.
They'll just pick you off.
I think you're right,
Mr. Clanton.
Let him go, doc.
(Wyatt)
You can pick up
your horse later.
Mr. Clanton.
Anymore sh**ting. I'm gonna
sh**t you down when you scatter.
- Try it.
- Just hold in, Ike.
This ends it for this time
as far as I'm concerned.
Papa.
They could have k*lled me
before you all boys got here.
I ain't saying I'm beholding
an old Johnny Low either.
If Earp stays in Tombstone,
it's gonna be a sure enough w*r.
No use of me getting
k*lled in the first skirmish.
You're a fool, Wyatt.
You've turned your back
on too many K*llers.
Old man Clanton's found
out your only weakness.
The doc's
talking sense, Wyatt.
It's k*ll or be k*lled
in this Arizona country.
Look, I don't believe
in sh**ting prisoners.
Bringing those horses in
is enough for now.
Let's catch up
with McMasters and Luke.
Wyatt's got Herm Ridder's
whole string back.
- Now, we're getting some place.
- You think so?
Those Clantons
aren't whipped yet.
Not by a long sh*t.
[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 live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
♪ Long may his story
♪ Be told ♪