All language subtitles for The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp S03E23

You sure that's Wyatt Earp down there riding shotgun?

Wells Fargo advertised he's going to take that stage through

to Hays, Kansas.

There's the ad. Read it yourself.

The point is, what are we gonna do about Earp?

Gonna kill him and rob the stage.

You mean take all the boys

and ride down there and blast him, huh?

No. This time we're gonna use an old Injun trick.

Earp won't die right away.

But in the end he'll be just as dead.

♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪

♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪

♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪

♪ And long may his story be told ♪

Wyatt's old friend and former employer Wells Fargo and Company

Operated an important stage line

connecting the Santa Fe at Dodge City

with the Union Pacific at Hays, Kansas.

A hundred miles of wilderness

stretched between the two railroads.

It was a natural hunting ground for the stage robbers,

and in 1878 the Pervis gang moved south

to prey upon the shipments of money and bullion

entrusted to Wells Fargo.

Packing guns...

drunk and disorderly in the street...

fist fighting.

Anything else?

Yeah. This one resisted arrest.

That's probably 5 more days for you.

Well howdy, Mr. Tom Russell!

Howdy, Wyatt!

Mr. Masterson, put 'em in the cell.

Come on back for the pow-wow.

Yes, sir. Let's go.

Ah, you're looking in pretty good shape.

Feel pretty good.

Wells Fargo never thinks of me anymore

unless you're in some kind of trouble.

Now what brings a chief special agent

all the way from San Francisco?

The whole Pervis gang is camped at your back door.

Hmm. Sit down.

Now, they're operating in Hodgeman and Pawnee counties,

aren't they?

Yeah, I know it isn't your Territory.

So the company forgives you.

Heh! Well, that's nice.

Hey, that's a mighty handsome ring you got there.

New, isn't it?

Oldtimer's ring.

The company just started awarding them.

Oldtimer's ring, huh? I like the design.

You stamp it in red wax on a letter,

and the big chief himself reads it.

And all the power and glory of Wells Fargo is at my command.

Ha! Well, I'm an oldtimer. They ought to give me one.

Maybe they will.

What's the catch?

Find me a map of Kansas, Wyatt. I'll show you.

All right.

And you know, we're supposed to be like the Texas Rangers.

Touch a Wells Fargo stage,

and if it takes 10 years, we'll get you.

We always do, Mr. Tom.

That sure makes for a lot of long chases, though.

Ah, that's just the point, Mr. Masterson.

The Pervis outfit are real rough boys.

They don't scare easy.

Hard men, huh?

Wyatt and I were joshing before you came in.

He wants an oldtimer's ring like this one.

Very nice.

I told him there'd be a catch.

Yeah, what is it?

Ride shotgun on one of our stages. North to Hays.

And let us advertise in the local paper

that you're going to do it.

Well, wait a minute! Wyatt'd be asking for trouble.

Yes, he would.

I can think of a lot more sensible ways

of you getting killed.

Mr. Russell's got the makings of a good idea.

I'm your man on one condition.

You and Mr. Masterson follow behind me with a posse.

How close?

Ten miles.

What good would that do? You'd be dead and the money gone...

Mr. Masterson, I'm asking Wells Fargo

to do me a big favor.

A posse.

I don't quite understand why.

I want the Pervis gang caught.

If they do jump the stage,

you'll be close enough behind to pick up a fresh trail.

Not 10 years from now, either.

All right, Wyatt.

I'll wire the main office and see if I can get permission.

And don't let Mr. Masterson talk you out of it.

I'll be at the hotel, Wyatt.

Right. See you later.

You and Wells Fargo...

Do they got a mortgage on you or something?

No. I owe them, Mr. Masterson.

They gave me a job when I was nothing but a kid.

They trusted me with passengers, teams, and money.

Why do you think you owe me?

Well, it's...

That's different.

No.

I took you on when you were just 20 years old as a deputy.

Yeah, but that's personal. Wells Fargo is a big company.

No, sir.

It's a fine name. They got a great reputation.

They fought for law and order on trails that you never rode,

and in towns that you've never heard of.

All right.

But look, will you make the distance to the posse 5 miles?

Well, Pervis and his gang would see the dust at 5 miles.

You'd scare him off.

Ten miles.

And I promise to give you a decent Christian burial.

Well, that's very nice of you, Mr. Masterson.

Twenty, twenty, twenty...

Wells Fargo and their $20 bills!

I'm gonna write their president

and tell them to send their payroll shipments in hundreds!

Hey, Danny.

Oh, shut up! You made me lose my place!

This pile, Danny.

This is something you ought to see.

A newspaper? I never read 'em.

You better read this one.

They hired Wyatt Earp to ride shotgun.

Wyatt Earp?

"A regular stage bound for Hays and northern points

"will leave Dodge City at 9:00am as usual tomorrow.

"Marshal Wyatt Earp will ride shotgun.

"The stage will carry men passengers only

"and they will ride at their own risk.

Wells Fargo and Company."

You know, Danny, if Wyatt Earp is ridin' shotgun,

there must be an awful lot of money on that stage.

You got a brain.

Of course there's a lot of money on it!

Twenty... twenty...

Twenty...

Now, Mr. Masterson,

I want you to give us exactly a one hour head start.

You'll be travelling faster than us,

so I want you to make check stops here...

Jones Hill here, right at the beginning of the narrows,

making time allowances.

Now, we all know the schedule of the stage.

I have a firm agreement with Wells Fargo Company

to keep that posse 10 miles back at all times.

You understand that?

Yes, sir.

I'm still against taking passengers, Wyatt.

I think we should pile freight in the coach.

Well, that would be a dead giveaway.

That gang has never hurt any passengers yet.

The agent over at the stage depot

has been told to repeat the warning

that people are going to be travelling at their own risk.

Besides, we may not have any passengers,

in which case I suggest we load with freight.

I'll settle for that.

You know actually,

I don't think that Pervis is going to jump us.

Not because I'm riding shotgun

but because I think he'll smell a trap.

He's not that smart.

Well, that's one of the reasons

why I agreed to this deal.

Just how smart is Danny Pervis?

I've always been a fool for questions like that. Right, Hal?

Yeah.

Now you're a fool for Wells Fargo.

Tell him the truth, Mr. Tom.

The truth?

Sure! I've always wanted an oldtimer's ring.

Say, who's going to be driving number 8?

Pat Duncan.

Hmm.

He's a good man, but I'd rather have Milt Caney.

Milt's loco!

Well, Mr. Masterson, in order to be a great stage driver,

you gotta be a might loco.

Now you put Milt Caney on the box.

I rode with him once through an Apache ambush

on the Phoenix Trail.

He was popping Indians off the lead horses

with a blacksnake whip.

It was like swatting flies.

All right, Wyatt. Milt Caney.

I just got one final question, Mr. Tom.

What's that?

Does your company pay for Wyatt's funeral?

All expenses, Bat!

Let's break this up. Tomorrow may be a busy day.

Before you buy your tickets, read that!

Well, what's it say?

"Our regular stage bound for Hays and northern points

"will leave Dodge City at 9:00 am as usual tomorrow.

"Marshal Wyatt Earp will ride shotgun.

"The stage will carry men passengers only

and they will ride at their own risk."

Ah...

There must be robbers on the trail

or they wouldn't be warning us.

So, what if there are? There's gold in the Black Hills.

We can wait one day, Sammy.

Gold claims don't wait. I'm going.

OK...

Wyatt, I think it's much ado about nothing.

Could be, Milt.

I've got to write them bosses in San Francisco another letter.

They ain't answered my last one yet.

And they ain't sent me my oldtimer's ring neither!

Well, give them time. They've been kind of busy.

Wyatt, you was always a clean-living boy.

How do you stand with him now?

Him?

You mean the good Lord?

Well, I guess I can only claim a fair to middling rank.

I'll put in a good word for you.

Well, thank you. That's mighty kind of you.

Oh, take nothing.

You there.

Do you see this?

I want you to keep a tight trace on this trip.

And I don't want no bitin' or snortin' or staggerin'.

Do you hear me?

Wyatt, you check the passengers.

I've got to cuss these horses in a quiet way.

Now Joe, I'm gonna tell you somethin'.

Oh Ma'am, I'm sorry.

But there are no women allowed on this trip.

Who's putting me off?

My name is Wilkins, young man.

And I'm a great-grandmother.

My first great-grandson was born up at Hays last week,

and I aim to see him.

And I aim to go on this coach.

Well I'm sorry, Mrs. Wilkins, but you see,

the company thinks there's going to be some trouble.

Trouble? Ha!

I've had trouble all my life.

Well, I'm sure you could postpone your trip one day.

You see, there's liable to be some shooting...

Young man,

when you get to be my age,

you don't postpone things.

Now you just climb up there in the boot, young fella,

and if the bandits give you any trouble, I'll give you a hand.

Yes'm.

Three passengers, Marshal Earp.

- Four.
- Huh?

Grandma Wilkins is going along.

Oh no! The company gave me strict...

All right, you pull her off.

You just try it and they'll be a fight!

Will you explain it to Wells Fargo, Mr. Earp?

Yeah.

All right, there's the money box. You sign here.

I'm Sam Price, Marshal.

This is my partner Ned Hilling.

Clayton. Lee Clayton.

Mr. Price, Mr. Hilling, Mr. Clayton...

Climb aboard, gentlemen.

Wyatt's wrong, you know?

They're gonna jump him

just as soon as he gets across that county line.

Wyatt said 10 miles. I gave him my word.

Hal?

Yeah?

Look, I think we ought to follow Wyatt closer.

How do you boys feel?

Same as you do, but Wyatt's running the show.

He said to wait an hour.

I always try to be reasonable.

All right, then we go?

In 45 minutes.

- Look, Mr. Russell...
- Bat! Bat! Hold it!

Mr. Russell's straining the point already.

Yeah...

Well, do we take 'em from here, Danny?

No. We wait and see if a posse's following 'em.

Then we'll ride along either side of 'em at rifle range.

You understand?

You mean pick off Earp and the driver?

If we can shoot that good.

If we can't we'll have to move in a little closer

and drop some of the horses.

And then close in.

Divide the boys

so we'll have some guns on the west side too.

Wait a minute.

I don't want any of that fancy Jesse James stuff

until I give the word.

Yes, sir.

Bill, Ted, Charlie, you go over to the other way.

Why can't we have some air in here?

The sun's on that side. It'll burn you up.

And second, we don't want to be sitting ducks.

What?

We don't want to make ourselves targets

for road agents.

Ah, city fellers!

Road agents! They wouldn't jump us here.

We're too close to Dodge City.

Grandma's right.

Do they usually shoot at the passengers?

Not unless some tarnation idiot shoot at them.

Won't we be expected to help Mr. Earp?

Well, that's what he's hired for.

Correct, sonny. Correct.

But you let Mr. Clayton here help Marshal Earp.

If it comes to that.

Not me, Grandma.

Oh, you're a gun-fightin' man, sure!

I took a good look at your gun and holster.

That holster's Texas hide. Cured stiff for a quick draw.

And all the bluing's worn off the front side of your coat.

Ah, you got the eyes of a gun-fightin' man.

Relax, friends. I don't help no John Law.

Oh, drat it! There, I dropped a stitch!

Now that's bad luck!

Is that Earp riding shotgun?

Ah... too far to tell.

As they come abreast of us,

we'll start playing Indian with 'em.

Milt! Riders!

Do you suppose they want us?

Yeah.

Pull 'em up. I got to get those passengers out.

Whoa!

Whoa!

What are we stopping here for?

Sorry, but this is as far as we go.

What's happened?

Outlaws. Mr. Caney and I are going to make a run for it.

The rest of you out. Come on, Grandma.

I will not! I'm comfortable!

Well, I want out! Come on, Sammy!

No! I've got a gun, Marshal! I'll help!

Come on, get out of there.

Well, shall we dust 'em?

Not yet. I'll tell you when.

Now there's a posse following us. You just wait here.

Come on, Mr. Clayton. Come on, Grandma.

No!

Should I lift her out?

Yeah, but take it easy.

You just try it, you old coot,

and I'll pick your eyes out with my knitting needles!

Come on, Grandma!

Now!

Get aboard! Them's bullets!

I'll stay with Grandma.

All right.

Ya!

Ya!

Get down, Grandma!

Here now! Here now!

Here! Now save your cartridges. It's still a rifle fight!

I got a hunch they jumped Wyatt.

Ten miles behind, Wyatt said.

Well that doesn't go anymore.

You come with me, or you mosey along with Russell.

Well, if you want to go fast, I'll race you there. Hiya!

All right!

We can't outrun 'em, Wyatt.

Let's stop and make a fight of it!

No, head for those rocks that way!

Hiya!

Stay down there! You want to get yourself killed?

Ah!

If I stay down there, I will get myself...

Look at that.

Good! I knew it!

I knew you could do it!

Ya!

I'm hit, Wyatt! In the shoulder!

Give me the reins!

Hey!

You all right?

Reload as fast as you can.

Ed, you and Charlie and Fred keep after them.

Rest of us will cut across through the narrows over here.

They can't travel as fast over there.

They certainly can't.

We'll pick 'em off.

Go ahead and keep wide apart so they won't know we split up.

Mr. Clayton!

Mr. Clayton!

Mr. Clayton's been hit!

How bad?

Well, you don't hear him shootin', do you?

I picked up his revolver. I'm reloadin'.

What happened? They give up?

Well, Grandma, I don't think so.

It's some kind of a trick.

Probably reloading back there somewhere.

Here they come!

Keep down so you don't get yourself shot!

Hiya! Let's go! Come on!

Drat it!

Whoa!

Come on, Mr. Caney!

I'm afraid I can't be much help, Wyatt,

I know, but come on down.

Just try to keep the blood stopped.

Get him over there on the rock.

I'll take care of him. Just get out of my way, young boy.

Say, what are you doing that for, sonny?

Trying to prevent a wreck and a runaway.

Pervis knows we're heading into winding roads.

He's cut his men in half.

Sent half of them cross country

so they could pop up in front of us.

Hey! Get going!

The minute that firing started again,

those horses would run off and gotten themselves into a wreck,

busted up that stage.

Well, that's real good thinking, son.

No sense in busting up a good stage and killing animals.

Come on, Milt.

Grandma, pick up that Winchester.

Let's go up the hill. Let's go!

Watch yourself.

Just take it easy.

Drat it!

You get down in there, Milt. Stay there.

Grandma, get on that rock to the left.

Come on.

To the left here.

Now stay behind that rock. Start reloading that Winchester.

Milt, you keep undercover!

I sure like a young feller that's got a brain

and you've got one.

Hush up, Grandma. Here they come.

Grandma, save your shots!

You just keep reloading, I'll do the firing.

The posse better show up before we run out of bullets.

You got one, sonny! How many are there?

I can't tell.

Here, reload that.

Gimme that Winchester.

Well, this might have been a good trick for Indians.

But we ain't Indians.

I think we ought to hide the horses

and try to take Earp on foot.

Yeah. Maybe you're right.

Say, hope I didn't spoil nothin', sonny.

This darn thing almost jammed on me!

Thank you, Grandma.

Hey, you're a pretty rugged gal!

Yeah. Always was.

But you should have knowed my Grandma.

Oh! Grandma was a case!

Drat him!

Hey, you're doing right well, Grandma!

Say, here come some men. Are they ours?

Well, they better be.

Posse coming!

Hold it, Pervis!

Determined cuss, ain't he?

Some people just won't stop at nothin'!

You stay put!

Drop your belts!

Come on, Milt.

All right, Wyatt?

I told you 10 miles was too far!

Stop yakking and round 'em up.

You tough old buzzard.

You're going to be good as new in a couple of weeks.

You folks sure did a good job!

I can't make a Wells Fargo speech for you.

Well, here.

Mail it back when you get yours.

Well thank you, Mr. Tom.

Milt, hold out your good hand.

No joking!

Sure, you earned it.

Now, when Wells Fargo sends you your own,

you just mail that one back to Mr. Tom.

My oldtimer's ring.

But I didn't pay for Wells Fargo.

I only cussed the horses!

Hey, sonny! Come on! Let's get moving!

That little baby will be walking

before his grandmother ever gets up to Hays.

Grandma, he may be walking by the time we find those horses.

Hey, Hal, give me a hand, will you?

♪ 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 ♪