I guess Ringo's
in town already.
Why don't you g*n
and run away, Curley?
He's the one who's sore.
He'll have to come after me.
Are you sure you wanna fight
Curley Brocius just now?
Yeah.
What a break for Wyatt.
Ringo and Brocius,
top g*ns for the Clanton outfit
gunning for each other.
You don't figure they're really
sh**ting it out, do you, Doc?
Mr. Gibbs,
your naivety charms me.
When two top gunfighters
like Johnny and Curley
have a falling out,
it's just a matter of waiting.
And while I'm waiting,
I aim to get some bets down.
Uh...who do you
pick to win?
It's a professional secret.
You make your own bets.
[humming]
♪ 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 # )
'"The Life and Legend
of Wyatt Earp."'
'Starring
Hugh O'Brian.'
(male narrator)
One of the mysteries of the
Old West to amateur historians
was how so many
top gunfighters lived so long.
The answer, as Wyatt Earp
said, is simple.
They seldom fought
one another.
When men of equal speed
and skill got in
a gunfight, it meant
death to both.
Thus, when Curley Brocius
and John Ringo
rode into Tombstone,
to settle a quarrel
it looked as if Wyatt would
soon be rid of two animals.
Gallopin' horses on
Allen Street's against the law.
I gotta talk to you.
I didn't wanna,
but papa said I should.
Alright.
Allow me.
Now...let me get this straight.
Brocius and Ringo are in town
and they're threatening
to sh**t each other
and your papa thinks that
I oughta stop the fight?
Well, isn't that what your
job is? To keep law and order.
Yes. Yes, I'll have a talk
with Johnny and Curley.
Disarm 'em,
run 'em out of town.
I can't. They've racked their
g*ns and are behavin' descent.
What, you mean,
you can't stop this fight?
I can try and talk some
sense into their head.
By the way, you never told me
what the fight was all about.
Oh...Brocius accidentally
sh*t Ringo's horse
they-they were in a fight
with some Mexican wrestlers.
Hmm, and Ringo, he thinks that
Curley did it on purpose, hmm?
I guess--
Who knows what Ringo thinks.
Anyway, you better
stop this fight
or The Nugget newspaper
will have you fired.
You wanted
to see me, Dameron?
Not as editor of that wretched
little sheet you publish.
But you're supposed
to be Acting Mayor.
This goes on page
unless Earp stops the fight.
Deliberate slaughter
on Allen Street.
Is that what you call,
good police work, hmm?
Brocius, Ringo.
I hadn't heard about this.
You've heard about
it now...Mr. Mayor.
Well, now,
I'll tell you, Mr. Dameron.
There hasn't
been any sh**ting.
Where did you get your tip off
from, Old Man Clanton?
I don't reveal my news
sources to you, Clum.
Where's your sheriff,
Johnny Behan?
Why doesn't he stop this?
Sheriff Behan was...
suddenly called away.
Mh-hmm. I just bet he was.
Nugget doesn't stoop to argue
with a cheap little imitator.
I want action from the city
police, and that means Earp.
Immediate action.
Well, I'll tell
you Mr. Dameron..
You got me
shaken in my boots.
Well, sir,
you had better be.
Good day!
[dramatic music]
Old man Clanton's
gotta lot of gall
bringing his quarrels
into Tombstone.
I think Ringo and Brocius
are on their own.
Gunfighters usually
like audiences.
Well, then let 'em
sh**t it out, Wyatt.
I wish I could.
Dameron does have a point.
- No, let him holler.
- No, sir.
If it was just a brawl
in a saloon and sh**ting
I wouldn't be expected to do
much. But I've been warned.
Townspeople will expect
me to do something.
Yes, but...what?
I'm gonna have a talk
with Ringo and Brocius.
No...you stay
out of it, Mr. Mayor.
Alright, Wyatt.
'Wyatt..'
'Good luck.'
They say Curley's at
the Alejandra...talkin' fight
Hello, Mr. Ringo.
Well...if it ain't
Marshal Earp.
I hear you, uh, aim to
settle something with Curley.
- That's kinda foolish, right?
- Foolish! John can take him.
I don't think so.
No, I think they'd both be dead.
- You wants bets.
- Shut up, Irish.
They tell me that, uh, Curley
sh*t your horse by accident.
My horse. My business.
- He offered to pay, right?
- Why don't you move along?
Yeah.
Alright.
I've got your last words.
Now, I'd like a before
death statement from Curley.
Was Earp
trying to scare us?
Shut up!
[laughs]
Well...here's to
good 'ol Johnny Ringo.
We been pals a long time.
But not now, Curley.
I still can't believe,
he getting sore--
Don't tell me.
That ain't Wyatt Earp.
Good old Johnny Law.
Come on over, Wyatt.
Larkin, give Wyatt
your chair.
Sure, Curley.
You surprise me, Mr. Brocius.
Why'd you let this go so far?
- Who? Me?
- Yeah. You.
You could've offered
to pay for the horse.
I didn't only offer to,
I bought him another horse.
Better than the one
that got k*lled.
- Right, Larkin?
- Curley give for him.
The proof is,
he's still riding it.
And what more can
a man do, Wyatt?
Well, you could go on
back to Clanton Ranch.
- Let Ringo cool off.
- He'd think I was scared.
We don't run from nobody.
The least you boys could do is
take your fight outside of town.
Now, why don't you and Ringo
just sh**t it out on the trail?
Johnny don't
want it that way.
He said if he caught Curley
in Tombstone he'd g*n him.
You couldn't take
that either, Wyatt.
Man can't back down
from a fight.
We ain't scared of Ringo.
Alright.
Town will just have to dig
two graves in Boot Hill.
So long, Curley.
Best bet I've seen in months.
And you two men just sit there.
Haven't you any imagination?
Ringo versus Brocius.
In a grudge fight with g*ns.
Think of the amusing
possibilities.
Alright, Doc,
such as what?
Even money,
they k*ll each other.
Or... to that
Ringo kills Brocius
and I'll take that bet
the other way.
I'll bet to ...that Ringo
dies and Brocius is only wounded
and I'll take that bet
the other way also.
Alright, gentlemen.
Gear up your money.
What odds do you give on them
not fighting at all?
That's a very
interesting thought.
Very interesting.
- Doc.
- Right with you, Wyatt.
Now, you two sportsman stay
right here. Don't leave.
Look, Doc.
I'm in trouble.
Just when I get this town cooled
off somewhat, this breaks loose.
Now, we can't afford a showdown
between Ringo and Brocius.
- You're a fool.
- Thanks.
Let 'em k*ll each other.
Then the McLowery boys
will be top g*ns for Clanton.
You're thinkin'
like a hoodlum.
I am not. I'm thinkin'
like a gambler.
You mean you're makin'
bets on this?
Of course I am. I got some
customers waiting inside.
Look, I want you to
do me a favor.
You want me to k*ll 'em?
No, I want you to
talk 'em out of it.
They respect your opinion.
Me...I'm just a John Law
tryin' to keep the peace.
Am I your friend. Wyatt?
Then I say, that this
is the best thing
that's happened to you
since you came to Tombstone.
Johnny Ringo
and Curley Brocius dead
and you don't even
have to k*ll 'em.
I'm wearing a star. I can't
think the way you do, Doc.
Nobody'll blame you
but Dameron of The Nugget
and he blames you for
everything anyway.
You know, you're a gambler.
Why don't you make bets that
there won't be any fight?
Then you stop it.
You can get awful
long odds that way.
Sorry, Deacon.
You love your enemies.
I want 'em buried.
[dramatic music]
Giddup!
Emma said you promised to
talk to Ringo and Brocius.
- I did talk to them.
- No luck?
Then throw 'em to jail. I don't
want this fight to happen.
Nothin' to arrest
them for, Mr. Clanton.
They checked their g*ns, they've
created no disturbance...yet.
- Where's Johnny Behan?
- Well, he, uh, ducked out.
Huh, figured he would.
- Judge Spicer in town?
- Reckon so.
Then I'll talk to him. And you
come along to back me up.
That's what us
tax payers payin' you for.
Alright, I'll see
you over there.
[indistinct chattering]
How's he feeling, Irish?
He's making up his mind, Joe.
Sit at an other table, boys,
and leave Ringo alone, huh?
Bartender, bring us a
bottle with some glasses.
- Howdy, boys. Come on over.
- 'Hello, Curley.'
(male # )
'Curley, good to see you.'
You all the friends I got?
Well, some of the bunch
takin' sides with Johnny.
- That's their business.
- Where're the McLowerys?
They couldn't
make it.
Tom said, him and Frank wish
you good luck though, Curley.
[chuckles]
They know Ringo.
He has funny spells.
You know, I saw
Ringo sh**t Davis
because he ordered
beer instead of whiskey.
That's Ringo for you.
Larkin, bring another chair.
We might as well be comfortable
while we're waiting.
Joe, bring us all a whiskey.
Curley ain't
going after Ringo.
Ringo's gotta come
after Curley, first.
Sure. I don't want the
old man blamin' me for this.
This row's dividin'
my whole outfit.
And if the sh**t' goes it's
gonna be a w*r on Allen Street.
And all that Marshal Earp
does is, talk.
How can he arrest them?
I'll say they both
rustled some of my steers.
- Could you prove that?
- You can hold 'em on suspicion.
- Can't you?
- No, sir.
In fact you've gotta
lot of cheek
to bring your troubles
into Tombstone.
(Judge)
'Last week, you tried to ambush,
Marshal Earp and Deputy Gibbs.'
And there is still the k*lling
of that Wells Fargo guard.
I see.
A tax payer can't ask a Judge
and a John Law to do their duty.
I'll speak to Dameron,
that they're no good.
He'll blister
your hides for you.
You think, he was
the law abiding citizen?
He's got us cornered,
and he knows it.
Well, sir, I...I could pick a
fight with Jonny Ringo.
No.
That would just make
things worst.
We'd have to
wound the man or k*ll him.
Yes, sir.
Clanton's put us all
on trial, Wyatt.
People expect us to act
with strict legality.
Now, couldn't you find
some ordinance
that Ringo and Curley
have broken?
I'll try.
Hey, Ringo?
Johnny Ringo?
I wanna talk to you.
(Larkin)
'Johnny wants me
to explain something.'
'Com'on out, Ringo'.
It's that
blabber mouth Larkin.
Go out and see
what he's up to.
Yes, sir.
Right away, Johnny.
[metal clinking]
[clicking continues]
Where's Ringo? Why didn't
he come out himself?
He don't talk to
blabber mouths like you.
Oh, yeah.
What do I blabber about?
He said Johnny was running away
when his horse got sh*t.
That's a dirty lie.
He also said that Curley
gave Johnny a stolen horse.
- Another lie.
- Oh.
So what kind of a horse
is Curley riding?
You wouldn't be lying like that,
Irish, if I was carrying my g*n.
You go get your g*n.
(Larkin)
'I would, if Curley's
taken care of Ringo'.
'Then I'll come after you'.
It'll be the other way around,
Larkin. I'm gonna g*n you.
Talk's cheap. You wanna hear
what Curley has to say or not?
No. Ringo ain't interested
in what that fool says.
Next time.
- You'll be wearing your g*n.
- You asked for it.
You tell Ringo to come out
and make his play.
And I'll be waiting for you.
Brocius is waiting
at the Alhambra.
You'll have to
go there after him.
- Alright.
- Now?
In a minute.
Get me a drink.
Sure, Johnny.
(Irish)
'Bartender...whisky.'
What was all that about?
Gibbons and Larkin, got a fight
of their own started.
Threatened to g*n each other.
You know, that's fine,
any particular time?
Yeah.
After their heroes
k*ll each other.
Alright.
Go over to the jail
and wait for me.
I got something I wanna do,
and I'll join you later.
It's almost o'clock,
this is beginning to fidget me.
Ah, stop worrying
about the old man, Curley.
Go over to the bird cage
and finish him, Curley.
Ringo probably
thinks you're scared.
Well, he thinks wrong.
Curley?
- 'Ringo's coming after you.'
- How do you know?
That lying Irish has been
talking. Too much and too big.
Good.
Then it won't be my fault.
Well, we can make
a case to stop 'em.
Yeah, how's that?
Well, Curley's horse
has got Mangle brand??.
Ringo's horse hasn't got a brand
at all. It could be stolen.
Yeah, they sure
could be.
Ringo must be ready
to go after Brocius by now.
Go over to the Alhambra
and arrest Curley.
- I'll get my Ringo.
- Right.
- Irish, get my g*n.
- Right away, Johnny.
[indistinct chattering]
Brocius hasn't got
the stomach for this.
I back you, Johnny, in-case
Larkin does anything wrong.
Give me your g*n, Ringo.
Back up all of you.
Com'on back away.
I said back away.
Get up.
Walk.
Curley, you're under arrest.
What?
Why, Shotgun..
What's the charge,
I-I..
...I ain't wearing a g*n.
Don't let ??? ???
Get over here, Brocius.
Get.
- Let's get 'em off the street.
- You get both g*ns?
What do you mean both g*ns?
He's got a hideout there,
in his vest pocket.
Let's go.
It was all
Larkin's fault, Irish.
Yeah, he got Ringo
thrown into jail
blabbering too loud
on street.
And I'll fix Larkin,
I told him I would.
With your mouth
or with that ?
- I'm gonna g*n him down.
- Looks like he's after you.
He threatened to k*ll me and
called me a liar. I got witness.
You don't need witness,
put on your g*n belt.
He's puttin' on his g*n.
(male # )
'That's what you wanted,
ain't it, Irish?'
I can take that slow poke.
[intense music]
Hurry it up, Larkin.
[music continues]
Mr. Gibbs, bring Brocius
and Ringo out here, quick.
[indistinct chattering]
(male # )
'That's Larkin, Marshall'.
He's dead, Marshall.
Mr. Gibbs, bring our
two heroes over here.
(Shotgun Gibbs)
'Step aside, boys.'
Gibbon's was a might
faster then Larkin.
Got him in the stomach.
The same time Larkin
caught Gibbons in the chest.
With a reflex yank
in the trigger.
It must gotten off
the second sh*t, the same time.
After they hit the ground.
Both were hit
in the head and k*lled.
That's all, gentlemen.
Let's go boys.
Alright, gentlemen, pay up the
money on the no fight bet.
to .
- What about the other bet, Doc?
- They've all been cancelled.
Ringo and Brocius didn't fight.
Com'on, gentlemen, pay up.
Ah-ha, not yet.
Look, Brocius and Ringo
can still fight.
Soon as they
get out of jail.
He's right, Doc.
The bet should stand.
How much you wanna bet
on your own lives?
(Wyatt)
'Hold it, Doc'.
You men get off the street.
I say get off the street.
I may need your help.
Both sides may start
sh**ting again.
Not until you turn
Ringo and Brocius loose.
I wanna thank you, Wyatt,
for arresting those two.
I made the k*ller.
Can you act
serious for a minute?
I'm gonna try
and get them out of town.
- Now?
- This is a ???,
I figure if I can get Brocius
and Ringo outside city limits.
Clanton cowboys will go too.
You're gonna give Ringo
and Brocius back their g*ns?
Outside of town.
Oh, then I'll be very happy
to tender to my assistance.
I know what you're
thinking and you're wrong.
We've had enough
g*n fighting for one day.
Certainly, most certainly.
[music]
(Wyatt)
Alright, hold it right here.
Give 'em back
their g*ns, Mr. Gibbs.
They still look mean
and ornery to me, Wyatt.
We've got no legal right
to with hold their weapons.
You're the boss.
Maybe you ought to get 'em down
off their horses, Wyatt.
I got $ bet on this.
You hear that, Johnny?
Doc's betin' on our hides.
You ain't so smart, Doc.
We ain't fighting
just to make you rich.
- Com'on, Curley.
- Sure thing, Johnny.
You bad. We couldn't have picked
prettier place for 'em to die.
Had a small bet
on 'em myself.
Top g*ns usually live
quite a while, Mr. Gibbs.
They seldom sh**t
at their own equals.
[horses approaching]
You let two
of our men get k*lled.
Just wait till
you read the "Nugget".
Deckon, you'll live
to regret this.
I already do.
[music]
♪ 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 ♪