That's far enough.
Hold it right there.
Now I got dynamite planted
Underneath this whole street.
You're bluffing, earp.
We want curly bill.
Turn him loose,
Earp.
Now you men listen
And listen good.
I'm not turning my prisoner
Over to you.
Any man that makes
A rush for this jail
Is gonna get hurt.
Now don't try it.
Earp's bluffing.
Move up.
( Men vocalizing )
♪ Wyatt earp, wyatt earp
♪ Brave, courageous and bold
♪ Long live his fame
♪ And long live his glory
♪ And long may
His story be told. ♪
Announcer: "the life and legend
Of wyatt earp..."
Marshal wyatt earp
Had dealt with
Curly bill brocius
Many times
When that notorious gunman
Had visited dodge city.
Although he robbed
And rustled cattle
And was a brutal thug
To whom m*rder was routine,
In leisure hours,
He could be good-natured.
So on the day when curly
Decided to celebrate his
Birthday in tombstone,
Wyatt didn't know
Whether the day would result
In fun-making or trouble.
I seen that, doc.
You put that back.
A man who plays checkers
With you needs four eyeballs.
- Howdy, chief.
- Howdy.
Wyatt isn't back yet?
No, sir, he ain't.
Quiet! I'm studying
The next move.
I'm sorry to interrupt
Your game, doc,
But the entire clanton
Outfit just rode into town.
In the middle
Of the week?
It seems that
It's curly bill brocius'
Birthday.
( Mutters )
Birdcage
And the oriental.
Brocius never had
Any birthday.
He wasn't born--
He was hatched out of
A rattlesnake's egg.
Trouble, doc.
( Horse approaching )
I hope that's wyatt
Coming now.
- Howdy.
- Hello, wyatt.
Mr. Gibbs, you and doc go
Check out the clantons.
Now don't touch
This board.
I got gibbs
In three more moves.
You ought
To play a little
More checkers, deacon.
It might arouse
The k*ller fever.
Yeah, well, that's just
What I don't want today.
Keep doc from fightin'.
All we're after
Is a head count
On the clantons
And an idea of
What they're up to.
All right,
Chief.
Just a minute, fred.
Well, it's gonna take
All of us, you know?
Yeah, I know that,
But, uh...
I'd like to talk
To you a minute.
Sit down, would you?
I, uh...
Well, I've been...
Kinda wanting to caution
You for a long time.
Caution me?
About what?
Well, sir, I know
It's not my place to...
Tell you how to be
A peace officer.
You've been at it a lot longer
Than I have, but...
Well, you worry me, fred.
It just never occurs
To you
That a hoodlum could
Start sh**ting.
Now what man would
Want to sh**t me?
Well, a fella does
Things when he's drunk
That he wouldn't do
When he's sober.
Yeah, I know that.
But I don't
Take any chances.
Oh, yes, you do, fred.
You sure do.
You're too brave
For your own good.
It's gonna be rough
Today.
There'll be a lot
Of clantons in town
Wanting to whoop it up.
We know that.
If they get mean about it,
We put 'em in jail.
Well, that's what
We always do.
I know that.
But you take your life
In your hands
Every time you
Try to talk a cowboy
Out of fighting.
I have to do my work
In my own way, wyatt.
What would you have me do?
Just don't argue
With them so long.
You know, you can only
Be wrong once in this game.
That's right.
Thanks, wyatt.
You're a good friend.
I'll be careful.
Man: curly,
It's your birthday!
( All chatter )
Happy birthday,
Curly! Ha ha!
Man: come on, curly!
Come on in, doc!
( Indistinct )
Those boys are setting 'em
Up for curly.
I came to pay my respects
To the gentleman.
How old are you,
Curly?
I don't know,
And I don't care.
How do we know
It's your birthday?
Johnny ringo says
It's my birthday.
You gonna argue
With ringo?
( Laughing )
Hiya, doc.
Good evening.
Old man clanton's
Really buying,
But we ain't
Told him yet.
Thank you, curly.
I consider it an honor
To congratulate
One of the world's
Most likable scamps
On his natal day.
Did you hear that, boys?
Doc and me's had
Our differences,
But he comes around
On my birthday.
Good ol' doc.
Mm. Give him a glass.
There you are, doc.
Thank you.
To your birthday, sir.
Not bad.
Ha ha. Not bad, he says.
That bourbon's
Years old.
Mm-hmm. Grows on you.
Tell me, curly,
Do you have the whole
Celebration planned?
We sure have.
We're gonna stay here
For a while, ain't we, boys?
We're gonna sh**t up
Allen street,
Then we're all
Going to the dance hall.
Got any better
Ideas, doc?
No, I'd say that's
Perfect.
Happy birthday,
My dear brocius.
Mmm! Party's
Just starting, doc.
I'll be back.
Save me some of that
Aged nectar.
Sure will.
Hey, buster, keep a bottle
Of this just for doc, huh?
Hey, curly,
You're always cussin'
Doc holliday.
You hate him.
Oh, forget it.
Doc's all right.
Step up, boys!
Come on, ethan.
It's my birthday!
Billy! Jimmy!
Come on, have a drink!
Jimmy!
Please, come on.
( Drunken chatter )
Man: how 'bout a beer, huh?
When are you
Gonna lock us up,
Huh, marshal?
( Laughs )
( Piano playing )
( Loud chatter )
The party's
Getting stale!
Stale? You think so?
Yeah. I thought you said
We were gonna sh**t up
Allen street.
All: yeah! That's right!
Oh, that's right.
Get the g*ns.
- All: yeah!
- ( Overlapping shouting )
Quiet!
Quiet!
- You heard him!
- Quiet. Quiet.
I'm curly bill,
And this is my birthday.
We gotta celebrate
And celebrate good.
( All shouting
And talking )
( g*nf*re continues )
You can hear as
Good as I can, ben.
You're supposed to be
The sheriff of this county.
Are you gonna do anything
About those g*ns out there?
Fred, you're giving
Too much importance
To a little noise
And fun-making.
Maybe that I am.
But we both know that g*ns
And liquor are a bad mixture.
I aim to do what
My job calls for.
Do you?
You don't have
To do anything.
They'll go home
After a while.
Nothing will happen.
Then you won't help me
Disarm them?
No.
And you're an old fool
If you think you can
Take g*ns away from
The clanton boys.
Go to bed
And shut your ears.
You're a puny excuse
For a sheriff, ben.
I'll return
This favor someday.
( Door closes )
( g*nf*re continues )
( Shouting, indistinct )
sh**t it up!
sh**t it up!
Put some life
Into my party!
Whoo!
It's my birthday!
( Continues shouting )
Save your b*ll*ts!
Save your b*ll*ts!
Let's sh**t up
The jail!
Evening, curly.
Fred white.
Old fred.
Have a drink.
No, thanks.
Better let me have
Your g*n, curly.
g*n?
Oh, no.
Oh, no. We're gonna
sh**t up the jail, fred.
Not on your
Birthday.
- Birthday?
- Yeah.
Oh, that's right.
sh**t up the jail
Tomorrow, curly.
Tomorrow?
All right, yeah.
Tomorrow.
Let me have your g*n.
I'll keep it for you.
Your g*n, curly.
I'll take it.
All right.
All right.
I'll take it.
How bad is it, fred?
Stomach.
Get him over
To dr. Goodfellow's.
If he's not there,
Find him.
Yes, sir.
You two,
Lend a hand.
All right, get off
The street!
Rack your g*ns.
There's been enough
sh**ting for one day!
- Go on! Move!
- ( Man grumbles )
Man: come on, curly.
It's your birthday.
Breaking up a good party.
What happened?
Who sh*t old fred?
You did.
Me? No, I didn't.
I didn't mean to.
I saw it. I know
You didn't mean to.
You're going to jail
Anyway. Come on.
( Groans )
All right.
Fred?
Fred?
Do you think that brocius
Meant to sh**t you?
No.
I asked for his g*n.
He took it out
Of the holster.
I was afraid he might
Change his mind.
I grabbed the barrel...
And yanked it.
I made the g*n fire.
That's exactly the way
I saw it happen.
Fred, would you try
And sign this now?
Right here.
Has he got
Any chance?
Mm-mm.
Wyatt.
The whole town's
A-gangin' up
To hang curly bill
If fred don't make it.
Dr. Goodfellow,
I'm gonna have
To leave.
You go on over and
Talk to d*ck gird.
Tell him I want
Some dynamite,
About feet
Of fuse.
Got an idea, wyatt?
I aim to plant dynamite
Underneath allen street,
In a circle
Around the jail.
You think it's gonna
Get that bad?
Well, I hope it doesn't,
But I want to be
Prepared if it does.
- Go ahead.
- Yeah.
Of course if they should
Try to rush the jail,
You only plan
To scare them, right, wyatt?
It might seem
Too impertinent of me,
But when are you
Gonna start k*lling?
Never, I hope.
The last words of
A tenderhearted church deacon.
Fred, i...
Move that table.
Come on.
Pick up the lantern.
Get on down there in a hurry,
And I'll hand you the dynamite.
Let me get this here
Lantern lit.
I ain't got the eyes
Of a bat, you know.
You never have any trouble
Seeing a silver dollar
At a hundred feet.
Here.
The dynamite.
There's the first line.
You got it?
Yeah.
Run it down.
Boys, it's all over.
( Crowd murmuring )
Now listen, you men,
Fred white
Was our friend.
He was the best man
This town ever had.
Brocius m*rder*d him.
We ain't wasting time
On a trial.
You're right,
Corky.
He doesn't deserve
A trial.
Let's go.
( Indistinct chatter )
Work it up.
Fred white's gone.
With the clantons in jail
And the mob on its way,
Why don't you let
Nature take its course?
Well...
Curly didn't mean
To sh**t mr. White,
And the rest of
The clantons were only
Drunk and disorderly.
There ain't one of them
Who doesn't deserve to hang
For some reason.
Don't tempt me.
Give me that line,
Will you?
Hyah! Hyah!
That mob's
Almost here.
What are you
Doing about it?
The best I can,
Mr. Clanton.
Did you leave
Your horse out front?
- Why, sure.
- Move him around back.
I'm coming in
With the rest of my men.
That mob can't hang
Curly bill
And leave this town
Standing.
We'll stop 'em,
Mr. Clanton.
Mr. Gibbs?
When you hear me
Fire a sh*t,
You let off
The first blast.
Gibbs: get on
Out there, wyatt!
I can hear 'em
A-tramping towards us!
( Murmuring )
That's far enough.
Hold it right there.
Now I got dynamite planted
Underneath this whole street.
You're bluffing, earp.
We want curly bill.
Turn him loose,
Earp.
Now you men listen
And listen good.
I'm not turning my prisoner
Over to you.
Any man that makes
A rush for this jail
Is gonna get hurt.
Now don't try it.
Earp's bluffing.
Move up.
Get the next one ready,
Mr. Gibbs!
Now, corky, I'm gonna give
You and your men
Five seconds
To get out of here.
The next one's gonna go off
Right underneath your feet.
They had enough.
Come on up, mr. Gibbs.
All right. What about
Curly bill and the rest
Of my men?
Brocius is gonna
Have to stand trial.
The rest of your men will be
Released in the morning.
Oh, you're gonna
Hang curly but legal,
Is that it?
I'm gonna try and save him
If I can, mr. Clanton.
Oh, sure,
You're gonna save him.
Well, don't bother.
I'll save him myself.
I'll tree this town
And burn it to the ground!
Mr. Clanton,
You just treed yourself.
Get his g*ns.
Mr. Gibbs,
Open up that door.
Now, you think you can
Intimidate the law?
Well, I'm gonna give you
A nice, cool spot
That you can think
About it, mr. Clanton.
Get in there!
I'm not gonna
Let my boys--
( Both shouting )
Lovely performance, wyatt.
But I would have
Been more pleased
If you'd k*lled him.
However, this is
A good start.
Now, after curly bill
Is hanged--
That won't happen
If I can help it.
What? He k*lled
Fred white.
sh**ting at a star
Isn't allowed.
Up to now.
( Door closes )
( Pounds gavel )
No matter what they said,
I didn't mean
To sh**t fred white.
Mr. Brocius, your g*n
Was pointed directly
At mr. White,
At extremely
Close range,
And then it was
Discharged.
Now, do you expect
This court to believe
That you,
An expert with g*ns,
Did not deliberately
Fire that g*n?
I don't know how it happened.
I'm telling the truth.
Marshal white
Asked me for my g*n.
I was giving it to him.
Barrel first?
I don't know.
I was handing it over,
And he grabbed at it
And it went off.
And that's all
You can tell us?
I was drunk.
I really don't know
How it happened.
I'm telling the truth.
Well, fortunately,
We have a witness
Who was not drunk.
That's all, mr. Brocius.
Step down.
Please.
Marshal earp, will you
Take the stand, please?
Yes.
Marshal,
You saw the sh**ting.
Would you present
Your testimony, please?
Yes, sir.
Mr. White asked mr. Brocius
For his g*n.
Mr. Brocius drew his g*n,
But before he had a chance
To hand it over properly,
Mr. White
Grabbed the barrel.
The g*n was accidently
Discharged.
Mr. Brocius did not intend
To k*ll mr. Fred white.
( Crowd murmuring )
( Pounds gavel )
I fail to see how
The g*n could have fired
Unless it was cocked.
And if it was cocked,
Curly bill must have
Intended to use it.
Not necessarily, sir.
( Chuckles )
Mr. Earp, i, too,
Have some knowledge
Of firearms.
I realize that
Accidents can happen,
But a g*n cannot be fired
Unless it's cocked.
Well, if your honor
Will permit,
I would like to demonstrate
How it happened.
Please do.
( Crowd murmuring )
Now, this is
Mr. Brocius' g*n.
Your honor, I have here
Some . Blanks.
Your honor, while you
Have colt . S and know
How to use them,
We must remember that curly
Is a professional gunfighter.
Now, how do you cock
Your . ?
I put the ball of my
Thumb on the hammer
And pull it back.
- Like this?
- Right.
Well, curly
Doesn't do that.
All professional gunfighters
Hook their thumb across
The hammer, like that.
The reason they do that
Is they don't trust
The ball of the thumb.
It might slip off
And cause a misfire.
Now let's assume
That the g*n is sitting
In the holster, like that.
Now, when mr. White
Asked curly for the g*n,
Curly's first move to hand
The g*n over to mr. White
Should have been
To grab the grip, like that.
This is if he was sober.
But curly was drunk,
So he followed habit.
He came down
On top of the g*n.
The thumb went all the way
Around the hammer, like that.
And the g*n was
Un-half cocked?
No, sir, it was
Un-quarter cocked.
Now, you, yourself,
Never use a half-cock
Unless you're gonna
Spin the cylinder
To load or unload.
That's right.
But if the g*n were
Un-quarter cocked,
And the hammer
Almost down,
How could it have
Fired accidently?
Well, sir, I know it sounds
Farfetched, but it isn't.
Now if you'll step down here
And face me, I'll show you.
( Crowd murmuring )
Now I'm going to draw
The g*n the way curly did.
As soon as the g*n
Leaves the holster,
You grab the barrel
And give it a yank.
I'd better do it slowly.
You ready?
( g*nsh*t )
Judge: I didn't believe
It was possible.
Now if you were drunk,
And your thumb was
Hooked over the hammer,
As curly's was,
You wouldn't be able
To react in time
To turn the g*n loose.
You also have to remember
That mr. White was very nervous,
And he grabbed the barrel
And yanked very fast.
Let's try it again
At normal speed.
( g*nsh*t )
You're right.
Curly didn't have time
To take his thumb
Off the hammer.
His cocking the g*n
Was an accident.
Mr. Fred white himself
Caused the g*n to fire.
( Crowd murmuring )
Well, wyatt,
You did a good turn
For tombstone today.
Congratulations.
Lay off, will you?
Well, I assure you
I will,
But not curly bill.
I know all about
Curly bill.
Wyatt, why in the name
Of your tin star
Did you set him free?
Why didn't you
Keep your mouth shut
And let 'em hang him?
Because I couldn't.
There are times
When I can't understand
Your set of rules.
One day you want to
Clean out the hoodlums,
The next you defend
A rattlesnake like that
And get him off free
All by yourself. Why?
Because if I allowed one man
To be ex*cuted unjustly,
Even a rattlesnake,
I'd have to turn in
My star.
Doc, even you
Would despise me.
By god, I would.
♪ 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.
( Men vocalizing )