Here's the grub you ordered, Marshal.
Oh, thanks, Mike.
What do I owe you?
With your breakfast, $ .
All right.
What are you John Laws doing?
Using canvas straps instead of handcuffs now?
No, no, Mike.
That's a straitjacket.
I had to take a poor fella to a special hospital today.
Straitjacket, how does it work?
Well, here. I'll show you.
Now you put your arms through there. Here.
Try it on.
Oh, no, not me.
Here, you.
How about you? Try it on.
Hey, what are you trying to do? No.
Here, here. Try it on.
That's right.
No, take it off.
Now let me loose!
Hey, easy, friend. I didn't mean no harm.
You ain't putting me in no special hospital.
Don't anybody lay a hand on me.
Cully, what have you done?
I ain't going to no special hospital.
Come on, we're getting out of here.
And don't anybody try following us.
♪ Oh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪
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"The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp," starring Hugh O'Brian.
In , treatment of the mentally ill was unheard of.
And the law seldom recognized insanity as an excuse
for defendants charged with crime.
Thus, when Wyatt attempted to help the outlaw Dray brothers,
he risked his job and his life.
Trouble?
Yeah, Marshal Pritchard got sh*t
in Charleston.
Dr. Goodfellow's bringing him in for surgery.
Was he hit bad?
It'll be a miracle if he lives.
Who sh*t him?
A stRanger. First name of Cully.
Travels with his brother.
Sounds familiar.
Yeah, it does, don't it?
I knew it.
"Dave and Cully Dray.
Wanted by the Texas Rangers."
Must be pretty good with a g*n if they wounded two Texas Rangers.
While I'm talking to Dr. Goodfellow, you get loaded up
- for the trail, hmm?
- Right.
- Hello, Wyatt.
- How's Marshal Pritchard?
- Critical.
- Is he conscious?
Off and on.
Did you see this Cully Dray sh**t him?
It was incredible. It happened just like that.
In my opinion,
this man Cully Dray is unbalanced.
You mean, he's insane?
Well, I couldn't diagnose without examining him,
but from what I saw,
I believe he's suffering from some kind of brain injury.
Well, how would you-- how would you tell that?
The classic symptoms of brain injury are:
Muscular weakness,
foot-dragging gait,
blinding headaches
and outbursts of hysterical behavior.
Now if Cully Dray fits this pattern,
he's not responsible for his actions.
But in the eyes of the law he's considered criminal.
Yes, and it's wrong.
That's the tragedy with cases of this type.
He probably doesn't even remember sh**ting Pritchard.
Can he be cured?
Possibly with surgery.
Doc...
If I, uh-- if I brought him to you, would you help him?
Of course I would.
I'll bring him to you.
Wyatt, be careful.
In his condition, Cully Dray is more dangerous
than any gunslinger you've ever faced.
You ain't tricking me, John Law. I'm gonna fill you full of lead!
Cully! Cully!
It's Dave.
We're safe now, just you and me.
Here.
Now wait a minute, Wyatt, you've got to listen to me.
I'm not gonna let the two of you go after the Dray brothers alone.
I do what Wyatt tells me, Mr. Mayor.
The minute I found out they were wanted by the Texas Rangers,
I telegraphed their headquarters.
And I just got their answer. Now you listen to this.
"Use all force available
to capture Cully and Dave Dray dead or alive.
If latter, hold for extradition."
Here. Look at it yourself, Wyatt.
Now a posse can track 'em down in no time.
The last report had 'em heading for the Dragoon Mountains.
Do you know what that region's like?
They could spot a posse a mile away.
Cully Dray is no ordinary gunslinger, Wyatt.
He's not a rational man.
And that brother of his, he'll stop at nothing to help him.
Well, I am banking on just that.
Before there's any more bloodshed,
I wanna try talking him out.
Talking him out? They're not gonna listen to you.
Dr. Goodfellow says that Cully Dray needs medical attention.
He thinks he can cure him.
Maybe so. Maybe so.
Providing you have a chance to take him alive.
Look, unless I am forced to,
I don't wanna have to sh**t down a man who's so sick
that he doesn't know what he's doing. Here.
Wyatt, will you listen to me?
It's too risky. Now cover yourself with a posse.
With a posse, the lead is gonna start flying for sure,
and what would that prove?
It needn't prove anything, Wyatt.
It's your duty to uphold the laws, not make 'em.
Well, it's about time the law recognized
what makes a man start sh**ting without reason.
Now if I can't talk the Dray brothers out,
the posse's welcome to sh**t 'em out.
All right, get down, Cully.
Why are we on the run this time? What happened?
You sh*t a U.S. marshal at Charleston.
John Law? Why?
Did I hurt him bad?
No time to find out. Come on, let's get in the cave.
No, Dave.
What's the matter now?
No, we'll get cornered in there. We must never get cornered.
Come on, come on, we gotta get out of sight.
Can you hear what I'm saying?
Yeah, but I don't see you too good.
My eyes fog up on me.
You don't have to see. Just listen.
The law is after us.
There'll be a posse.
We gotta get inside the cave. It's safe there.
No, it's dark in there. I don't like the dark.
Now quit it. What kind of talk is that for a grown man?
It's dark all the time.
You need sleep.
Here, here.
Take a swig of this. It'll stop the headache.
That's enough. We gotta make it last.
Gotta make it last.
The trail's still fresh.
Passed by here about an hour ago.
Sure like to find 'em before sundown.
Come on now, Dave. Now let me go!
Can't you stay put?
It's too dark in there.
All right, all right.
Quit your jabbering.
You can sleep out here.
Don't leave me, Dave.
You're the only one I can trust.
Huh?
Is it always gonna be like this, Dave?
I guess so.
No!
Hush up!
I'm thinking bad things.
I'm all the time thinking bad things.
Think good things, Cully.
Think of mom and pop
and you and me,
sitting around the house after supper.
- Mom.
- That's right. Mom.
Remember how she used to sing songs to you?
Remember?
Yeah.
They doubled back.
Wyatt!
Horse tracks lead off here.
That's cave country. Should have figured that's where they'd be headed.
What did you do that for?
I heard something.
You were dreaming.
There's something up yonder.
Still think we can talk 'em out?
- Well, we can try.
- They'll pick us off like peaches!
Hey, look.
I told you I heard somebody.
That done it.
Hold your fire!
Dray, Dave Dray, I wanna talk to you.
Let's see you drop your g*ns first.
- Fair enough.
- No, Wyatt.
Do as he says.
Hold it.
That's far enough.
Where's your posse hiding?
No posse.
They're John Laws, Dave. Don't trust them.
I said hold it. All right, come up slow.
I'm Marshal Wyatt Earp, Tombstone.
This is my deputy Mr. Gibbs.
That's far enough.
I've heard of you in Texas, Earp.
I'm seeing double, Dave. How many John Laws are there?
Two.
Oh. I'm dizzy.
My head hurts. I can't--
that's the way Dr. Goodfellow said it would be.
- Who's Dr. Goodfellow?
- He saw the sh**ting in Charleston.
He said it didn't make any sense.
Cully drinks too much.
According to Dr. Goodfellow, that's not all that's wrong with him.
Yeah?
Has he ever been hurt?
Hit over the head with a g*n barrel?
Creased by a b*llet maybe?
Why would a John Law be asking questions like that?
'Cause he's trying to help you.
Cully, that's all right.
Just take it easy.
He's got a leg cramp from riding so far.
How'd he get that scar on his head?
I ain't saying.
Dave, your brother's sick.
Unless he has a doctor's care, he's gonna get worse.
You're making this up.
Dr. Goodfellow thinks that he can cure Cully,
give him a chance and come back with us.
To Tombstone?
You think I'm fool enough to fall for a trick like that?
You'll be a bigger fool trying to take care of your brother by yourself.
I'll manage.
You won't be able to control him.
The longer you wait the worse it's gonna get.
No!
It's been like this ever since we left Texas.
Up until then, the law had no course to bother with us.
We were working and saving money,
planning to get our own spread.
You wanna tell me how he got that scar?
A b*llet from one of the Rangers creased him.
You sh*t up a town in Texas, didn't you?
You know how cowboys are on payday, out for a good time.
Cully was just hurrahing up and down the main street
sh**ting in the air. He didn't mean no harm.
Next thing I knew, the Rangers were slinging lead.
When I saw Cully start bleeding, we sh*t our way out
and we've been running ever since.
And you're gonna keep right on running until it's too late,
until Cully kills three, four, five men.
Is that the way you want it to end?
Suppose that marshal he sh*t don't pull through.
No matter what the doctor says,
they'll have Cully swinging at the end of a rope.
The law means justice.
And I say no court can punish a man
for a crime he committed when he was out of his head.
Davey, Davey!
All right, Earp,
bring the doctor back with you.
Alone.
He'd be better off in Tombstone.
It's my way or nothing.
You give me your word you'll be here when we get back?
We'll wait till sunup.
Agreed.
You water the horses. I'll go talk to Dr. Goodfellow.
All right.
I'm sorry, Wyatt. I couldn't go with you even if I wanted to.
Marshal Pilchard’s still not out of danger.
Needs a lung tap every hour.
Can't you persuade Dave to bring his brother here?
Not a chance.
If I'm not back there by sunup, they'll be long gone.
Clum will insist you take a posse with you this time.
- And that'll mean gunplay.
- You have no choice.
The town's been on edge all day.
If you don't bring the Drays back, the posse will.
Well, what are you gonna do?
I don't know.
Wyatt, I've defended you a dozen times.
When people thought you'd gone soft on criminals,
but I cannot defend you this time.
- I'm real sorry.
- No, you're not sorry.
You won't tell me where the Dray brothers are hiding.
And you went out there and made an unauthorized deal with them
and it's your duty to bring 'em in.
All right, I'll arrest 'em.
But you keep that posse out of it.
Not gonna make you any promises, Wyatt.
I got another telegram from the Texas Rangers,
and they're sending a man here.
The safety committee is ready to ride.
Yeah, I know. I saw them milling around outside.
You still think you can bring the Dray brothers in?
No, not with a posse.
It's simple enough to start sh**ting,
but that isn't gonna help the cause for justice.
Now you do believe in justice, don't you?
Now you know I do.
All right, then.
You send the vigilantes on home
and you let me handle the Dray brothers alone.
Wyatt, you're making a mistake.
A bad mistake.
Mr. Gibbs.
Stage driver told me that he saw Marshal Earp and Deputy Gibbs
riding out of the West Side of the Dragoons just about sundown.
I think the men we want are holed up out there.
All right, we'll give 'em a half-hour start this time.
Then we'll trail 'em.
All right, men, see to your horses.
I got an awful headache, Dave.
Wyatt Earp promised to bring you a doctor to give you some help.
I don't know about those doctors.
They may put me in one of them jackets.
We wait till sunup.
If Earp don't show, we ride.
That's ride right away.
No, I gave my word.
But what if he brings a posse?
Look, don't let him take me away, Davey.
Don't let 'em take me.
No, I won't.
Why don't you go back in and get some more rest?
Dave, Dave Dray!
Is that you, Earp?
Yes.
Leave your g*ns like you done before.
You heard him, Mr. Gibbs.
I still don't like it.
Where's the doctor?
He couldn't come.
He's trying to keep Marshal Pritchard alive.
Who's Pritchard?
The man you sh*t in Charleston.
Your brother knows.
Dr. Goodfellow will try and help Cully if you come back to Tombstone.
That wasn't the deal. We're riding.
Cully, fetch the horses.
You'll never make it, Dave.
- We'll make it.
- Maybe you, but not Cully.
- He'll die from his sickness.
- I won't let him die. He's my brother.
Dave, come back to Tombstone. Let Dr. Goodfellow try and help him.
If he proves he's sick, he'll back me up in court.
What about me?
You'll have to go to jail to save your brother's life.
Hey, Dave!
You lied to me.
I didn't order that posse.
Come on. Come on, let's get out of here.
The law will find you no matter where you'll go. Give yourself up, Dave.
Don't listen to him. It's a trick.
They're gonna k*ll you and put me away for the rest of my life.
It's your last chance to help your brother.
The Marshal's right, Cully.
No, Dave.
They're not gonnaget you. And they're not gonna get me, either.
- Wyatt!
- No, Cully!
Dave!
Dave.
I didn't mean it.
Mom, mom.
Dave's hurt.
He's hurt bad.
Hold your fire!
Take care of him. I'll get Cully.
Cully.
Cully.
They're taking Dave to a doctor.
Now you wanna help him, don't you?
Come on, boy.
I didn't wanna hurt...
- What is it, doc?
- It's a brain abscess
under the skull where that b*llet creased him.
I'll have to operate. Better get ready to help.
Yes, sir.
Marshal.
If I know my brother, he's scared, mighty scared.
And when he gets that way, he needs me awful bad.
- Sure.
- Thank you.
Go on, Dr. Goodfellow.
And because of Cully Dray's brain injury,
he was not responsible for his actions at the time
that he sh*t Marshal Pritchard.
In addition to my own testimony,
Marshal Pritchard has given me a signed statement
in Cully Dray's behalf.
He feels that he himself was responsible for what happened.
He terrified Cully when he put that straitjacket on him.
If he hadn't, there would have been no sh**ting.
Thank you, Dr. Goodfellow.
The court recognizes the Marshal's request
that the defendant not be prosecuted.
Dave and Cully Dray will approach the stand, please.
You both realize the seriousness of the charges against you.
Under ordinary circumstances, you would have been sh*t down
by a posse or captured,
tried and on the face of the evidence, been convicted of as*ault.
But due to Marshal Earp's belief and dedication to the true meaning of justice
and his plea on your behalf,
the court feels duty bound to reevaluate the law.
It is the court's opinion that the law has no right to prosecute a man
who mentally is not responsible for his actions.
Accordingly, I hereby exonerate Mr. Cully Dray
of the charges against him.
A decision I might add that is unprecedented
in Arizona Territory.
However, the incident that precipitated this unfortunate series of events,
the hurrahing of a town in Texas,
resulted in the wounding of two Rangers.
Now this is still on both your records.
Therefore, I remand you to the custody of the Texas Rangers,
with my recommendation for leniency.
This court is adjourned.
Marshal.
Thank you.
Don't thank me. Thank the law.
See what I told you, Cully.
He kept his word, didn't he?
I reckon I didn't understand much before, Mr. Earp,
but I do now.
Thank you, sir, for keeping your word.
You take good care of him, Ranger.
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