[ g*nshots ]
- All right!
Lift 'em! Lift 'em!
All right, throw
down that g*n!
Now, that's right sensible.
All we want is the silver.
- You sure you want them
fellas to steal that silver?
- I'm cheering them on.
First stage robbery
I've ever approved of.
♪♪ 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 ♪
♪ Hmm ♪♪
- When Wells Fargo
called on Marshal Earp
to put an end to stage robberies
on its Charleston-to-Benson line
the company was putting
Wyatt's reputation in peril.
During the times when Wyatt
rode shotgun for Wells Fargo
no road agent had gotten away
with a dime of money shipments.
But this was Arizona territory,
where robbing stages was a
highly-organized business.
- Who is it?
- Wyatt Earp, Mr. Thacker.
- Anyone see you?
- I don't think so. What's
all the big mystery about?
- Company orders. They're afraid
you might turn us down.
And if that happened, we'd be in
worse shape than we are already.
The Sandy Bob Stage Line
won't haul any more
silver from Charleston.
This report will show you why.
- Nine robberies in
one month, huh?
Can't say I blame 'em.
$ , .
- Wells Fargo is taking
over the shipments.
- That ought to
take care of it.
- I'm not so sure.
Look at this map.
The Tombstone mines
haul their order
to the stamping mill
here at Charleston,
where it's poured into ingots.
And then sent by stage miles
to Benson, right here.
Thirty miles.
Those hoodlums must camp every
mile all along the trail.
The Sandy Bob Line tried
every trick in the book.
Decoy stages, boxes
loaded with sand,
midnight runs
with double guards.
Nothing worked.
- I see.
- d*ck Gird and the
other mine owners
around here
are desperate.
- My own job is all I can
handle, Mr. Thacker.
You know that.
- We'll be carrying
United States mail.
- And I just happen to be a
United States deputy marshal?
- Yes, you somewhat
fit into the plot.
- Yeah.
- San Francisco thinks
you still belong to us.
Once a Wells Fargo man--
- Always a Wells Fargo
man. Yeah, I know.
All right.
Can the company
wait 'til morning?
I'd like a little sleep.
- Well sure, Wyatt. You can
sleep until... sun-up.
- That's mighty kind of you.
Be sure and tell Wells
Fargo I appreciate it.
[ Knocking ]
[ Knocking ]
Fred?
- Yeah.
- Thanks for coming.
Anybody see you?
- Not a soul.
- Look, Fred, as an undercover
agent for Wells Fargo,
you get around the
mines quite a bit, huh?
- Yeah, I do. What's
on your mind, Wyatt?
- Mr. Thacker, your Wells Fargo
man from Tuscon, is in town now.
- I know him.
- Well, I wish I didn't.
He thinks I can stop
all the silver hold-ups.
All of them.
I'd be happy to do
what I can, but...
Look, what can you tell me
that won't betray you?
- Maybe I can help you.
I've been hearing things.
Enough to spell out
that they're getting help
from inside the
mill itself.
- Yeah, I guessed as much.
- Well, you can stop guessing.
[ Explosions ]
- You got any ideas, Wyatt?
What do you make of it?
- How much do those
silver bricks weigh?
- Eighty, or a
hundred pounds.
This mine at Charleston
can run either way.
- Fella by the name
of Dakin runs it?
- Yeah, Charlie Dakin.
The contention: lucky-cuss
and tough-nut mine people
all swear by him.
- Will he cooperate?
- Well, I checked yesterday.
No trouble with Dakin.
- All right, this is
what I'd like to do,
if you'll back me up.
- You're the boss, Wyatt.
- Oh, I suppose it
could be done, Marshal.
But increasing the
bricks to pounds...
That will cost us money.
- I think it's a
fine idea, Mr. Dakin.
- Oh, I see the point.
Robbers on horseback couldn't
handle -pound chunks.
I get it.
Oh, Sharkie! Step
in here, will you?
Bring Mr. Todd with you.
Sharkie's my foreman.
Todd handles the freight.
They aren't going to like this.
Mr. Sharkie, Mr. Todd,
I want you to meet
Mr. Thacker, Wells Fargo.
And Marshal Wyatt Earp.
- Howdy.
- Hi.
- They want us to run our
silver in -pound bricks.
- !
- Mmm-hmm.
- You're joking, boss.
- Can't be done.
We're not equipped to
make ingots of that size.
- Now hold on. Hold on!
Let's see if we
can't work this out.
- It's got to be
done, gentlemen.
- Let's go see what
we can do about it.
Then we brick a trough from the
furnace in C shed, like this.
You see, Sharkie?
- It's too long a
run for hot silver.
- He's right, Mr. Dakin.
- Not if you keep a fire
under the trough right here.
Move the old steam
heater from D shed.
- Who's going to
pay for all this?
Mr. Earp?
- You lost $ , to
road agents last month.
- The mine owners will pay.
I'll have all this put in an
order if you need it, Mr. Dakin.
- No, no. We can re-set
in a day or two.
- Mr. Thacker, that
solves your problem.
I wish they were
all this easy.
- Are you sure it'll work?
- Of course.
Road agents can't carry
-pound bars on horses.
And if they try wagons, the
trail will lead you to them.
- You haven't let
Wells Fargo down yet.
- Anytime, Mr. Thacker.
Nice to have met
you, gentlemen.
I've got to get back
to Tombstone.
- Get right on it, men.
- I don't think you'll
have any more trouble.
- Put it inside, boys.
Too big for the boot.
Easy now.
You two men load
at the other door.
Easy now.
- We should carry
or of these.
- No, two is enough
for the first trip.
Sign, will you please?
And Jones?
- Yes, Mr. Dakin?
- If you're jumped by road
agents, do exactly as they say.
Don't try to put up
a fight and get hurt.
- That suits me fine.
And pile some buffalo hides
or blankets over the boxes.
- That's a good idea.
- All right, we'll
move out first.
Shadow the stage
from the hill trail.
Mr. Gibbs, you think you
can keep Roscoe quiet?
- Why sure!
Roscoe don't do no
hollarin' when I'm on him.
He knows better than that.
- Let's ride.
- Reckon they'll be
loaded today, Smiley?
- We didn't get any word,
but it's our turn.
- Smiley!
A coach is comin' on the
Charleston trail.
- Time to go, I guess.
- All right, remember. Keep
them bandanas over your faces
and let me do the talking.
We'll take 'em at
Total Wreck Junction.
- Here they come. Be careful.
[ g*nshots ]
- All right!
Lift 'em! Lift 'em!
All right, throw
down that g*n!
Now that's right sensible.
All we want is the silver.
Blankets and
buffalo hides, huh?
Hey, give me a hand.
They're really loaded.
- Yeah.
Oh! Easy! Easy!
Oh!
- What in thunder is it? They've
boxed a lot of bars together.
Hey you! Is the other box
as hefty as this one?
- Find out for yourself.
- You're funny, ain't ya?
Shove that other box out.
- I ain't sprainin' my back!
You put some muscle into it too!
- Go on! Go on!
- We could take them
hombres red-handed, Wyatt.
- Not now, Mr. Gibbs.
Let 'em sweat.
- Oh!
- Throw down your
axe and crowbar.
- We don't carry any.
- We oughta sh**t both of you!
Light out from here
and don't turn back!
- Hyah!
- Wells Fargo always
pulls some sneaky trick.
Splinter the top of that one.
- Yeah.
- Oh no!
That's Wells Fargo for you.
They had it cast into
one big heavy brick!
- Those filthy rats!
- Tryin' to pull
a fast one on us!
- They knew we couldn't
handle anything this big.
- What are we gonna
do with it, Smiley?
- Yeah?
- Well, we'll sling the boxes
with ropes between two horses.
And then we'll--
No, that wouldn't give
us anything to ride.
We'll show Wells Fargo, boys.
- How?
- We'll tote them boxes
into the brush and bury it.
Then we'll come back here
with cold chisels and hammers.
- Yeah, but Smiley, I don't--
- You got a better idea?
- No.
- All right.
Somebody went to a lot
of trouble over this.
So lets it buried before
a posse gets here.
- It sure worked
this time, Wyatt.
You saved the silver.
- It hasn't worked
just right yet.
Relax, we got a
lot of time to k*ll.
Pass that canteen, would you?
- We should have had
some warning of this.
We could have brought
cold chisels and hammers.
- Don't blame nobody yet, boss.
That Wells Fargo is the
slickest outfit anywhere!
- Shut up and dig.
- Yeah!
- You know, those
hoodlums are mighty apt
to get sunstroke down there.
- Ha!
They ain't burying them
boxes very deep, are they?
- No.
They're aiming to come back soon
with cold chisels and hammers.
- Then we jump 'em?
- It all depends,
Mr. Thacker.
There's more in on this
deal than just those .
- All right.
- Ain't no sign
of a posse yet.
- They'll be coming.
I figure we got about an hour.
I'll get the tools and
meet you at the shack.
Ride 'em! I want to see
horsetails hangin' in the wind!
- Aren't those two
men from the mill?
- It's too far away to
tell. But I'd bet on it.
- This is where Smiley
jumped the stage.
- Think Smiley left
the boxes, Pat?
- Well, he couldn't
carry them.
He either gave up or
he's gone back for tools.
Anyway, we haven't
got much time.
- Sharkie, it looks like Smiley
toted the boxes off this way.
- Aye! He must
have buried them!
- They in cahoots with
them road agents?
- Somebody at the mill has
been passing on information.
I didn't think they'd pass up
the chance at the real haul
instead of their little cut.
- Let's nab 'em.
- Not yet, Mr. Thacker.
Let's wait and see what
they're going to do.
- Give me a hand.
- Where we going with it?
- Up the hill trail
and into the brush.
- Why don't we just take
it back for the reward?
- $ instead of
$ , or $ , ?
Grab hold of that box!
- But Smiley will get back!
- Shut up! Lift!
- Shouldn't we move
in closer, Wyatt?
- No, sir.
They'll probably head for
that clump of brush yonder.
We'll walk our horses
behind the ridge.
- What if they just
keep on going?
- Mr. Gibbs, hasn't Dr. Holliday
ever explained to you
the philosophy of human greed?
They should keep on
going, but they won't.
They'll stop and try to
break up that silver.
Their fingers are
itching right now.
Let's head out.
Single file, Mr. Thacker.
Slow and easy.
- Slow down! You'll
bust something!
- And let Smiley catch up
with us? Sure! Git up!
Git up!
- Don't you think we ought to
take a look from the ridge
over yonder?
- Just be patient, Mr. Gibbs.
- Hee-ya!
- I told you we'd
bust something!
- The axle!
We'll have to cut
up the bars here
and load them on the horses.
- What if Smiley gets back?
- Never mind that!
Grab the chisels
and hammers!
It won't take minutes to
load these on the horses.
- We've been heisted! Look!
Of all the skunky, no good--
- Hold it, Smiley!
Take a look!
- It ain't no use.
Robbin' stages is rough
enough without this.
- A team and sprint wagon
made off up the hill. Two men!
- Todd and Sharkie.
- Yeah!
- I thought it was funny
they didn't tip us off
about those bars.
I'll bet this is why!
If they double-crossed us...
Come on!
[ Hammering ]
- Look Sharkie, we got enough!
Let's get out of here!
- Don't be a fool! There's
still a whole brick!
- One brick safe is better than
two bricks with Smiley after us.
- I say we take it all.
You say different?
- But he'll k*ll us!
- He hasn't caught us yet.
Quit your crybabyin'!
- They've done already cut up
one of them silver blocks.
[ Hammering ]
- Yeah, they should have
been satisfied with that.
Take a look yonder.
[ Hammering ]
- Just like sitting
ducks. Let's jump 'em!
- It'll be easier when
they get together.
- Shh! I hear something.
I'm getting out of here!
- Go ahead, but leave
the silver to me!
- I'll take this sack.
- Drop it! You get nothin'!
- Give it to 'em!
[ g*nshots ]
- I give up!
- Not now, you don't! You dirty
double-dealing skunk!
Of all the luck!
I gotta get hit!
- Ah, you ain't hurt bad!
Besides, they chopped up
half the silver for us!
- Half? Get busy on
that other half!
- Yeah!
[ Hammering ]
- Lift 'em, all of ya!
Take their g*ns.
- Wyatt, it was Todd
and Sharkie.
- They're both dead.
- I was afraid of that.
- Well, we got
of the robbers.
Let's get on to Tucson.
The case is closed.
- I'm afraid it
isn't, Mr. Thacker.
- How's that?
- I think we'll find
the answer in Tombstone.
I want you to be there.
Well, let's get
'em on the horses.
Mr. Gibbs, you go get 'em.
- Get on your feet, boy.
- We got the robbers, Wyatt.
We got the insiders at the mill.
What are we hanging
around here for?
I'm gonna write my report!
- This is a big operation.
More than Smiley and
his boys are involved.
Too many hold-ups too often.
- You think the others
are just going to come
in here and surrender?
- No, sir.
But I think those other
hoodlums are going to be sore
about the trick
played on Smiley.
It's just a hunch, but--
- Marshal Earp!
- Charlie Dakin!
- Lock me up! Lock me up!
They're going to k*ll me!
- What do they want
to k*ll you for?
- Plenty! Lock me up first!
I'm not safe, even in here!
- I'll lock you up
after you tell me who
wants to k*ll you and why.
- I don't get it.
What made you so sure that
Dakin was the boss's tipster?
- He had to be the one. The man
in charge of everything.
You know the idea of
increasing those bricks
to the size of pounds?
- Yeah.
- It's a simple plan.
If Dakin had really been on
the level with the mine owners
he would have used
it before I did.
- You know, Wyatt, Wells Fargo
should give you a gold watch.
- I already have a watch.
You tell Wells Fargo
I know what time it is.
And now it's time I got
back to my job in Tombstone.
♪♪ 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 ♪♪