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[PEOPLE CHANTING]

[GUNSHOTS]

NARRATOR: Comanche,
Kiowa, Cheyenne

they fought long and hard to
hold their hunting ground

against the westward push
of the white man's frontier.

Till a peace treaty
was signed
in the 1870's in Kansas.

But there was no peace
in Dodge City.

Outlaws and gunfighters
took up where
the Indians left off

and turned that trail town
into a battle ground.

Dodge was a rich prize,

center of the buffalo trade,
end of the trail for
cattle herds

driving up from Texas to
meet the railroad spur
to Abilene.

Where trail hands were paid
off and girls and gamblers
were there to take it away.

Where bad men shot it out
with the law men,

until at last the law
settled down in Dodge,

and the law was written
in bullets

from a six gun in the hand
of a man named Masterson.

A pair of polished boots on a
dusty trail street...

One man moving slow,

other men moving fast,
to clear the way.

That's how it was
that hot July afternoon

when Bat Masterson
took a walk down
Front Street

to meet up with
Doc Holliday,

and folks all knew that only
one of them would be
walking back.

Sure there's no other way
to do it, Bat?

He didn't drift back
into Dodge by accident.

When he crosses
the second street he knows
I'll be there,

waiting for him.
Can't be any other way.

Well, why don't you wait
till my brother gets back?
He'd listen to Wyatt.

Wyatt Earp's as fine a man
as ever wore a badge.

But he's got a blind spot,
Doc Holliday.

Doc ain't done no harm
this trip, not yet.

Maybe he don't mean to.

That's like giving a
rattlesnake the first bite.

He's a sick man, Virgil.

It makes him mad to see
anybody healthy.

He's a cold-blooded killer.

Never killed a man who
didn't have a gun
in his hand.

That's why
he's never wound up
at the end of a rope.

There are plenty of ways to
bait a man into a fight

and Holliday knows them all.

When you can draw and shoot
like he can, it's murder,
no matter who draws first.

And you can't wait
to go down there
and meet him.

That's my job.
And it's Wyatt's, too...

When he was sheriff, yes.

Now Wyatt's
a Federal Marshall
and I'm sheriff.

That makes Doc Holliday
my job.

I told Doc what would happen
if he ever came back to Dodge.
Well, he's back.

Doc, you don't know me, Doc,
but I'm your friend.

I choose my friends
and I still don't know you.

Sure, Doc.

But I ain't no friend of
Masterson's, either.
So I had to tell you,

he's cornin' for you.

It'd be news if he wasn't.

He'll be waiting to stop ya
if you try to cross
second street.

Well, I came here to do
some gambling.

Had some bad luck
in Tombstone.

I like the cards
at the Salamander,

and that's the other side
of second street.

Then I hope your luck
ain't still bad, Doc.

Ain't you superstitious?

Only when I'm winning.

Don't like to break my luck
by killing a man.

But when I'm losing...

Doc...

If you need any help,
I could cover you.

Hello, Doc.

Hello, Sheriff.

That's as far as
you go, Doc.

I don't think so.

There's one way to find out.

Or you can turn around
and go back
the way you came.

I'd rather not kill you,
Doc.

Give me three good reasons
why you shouldn't kill me
if you can?

I will give you
three more steps.

Each step you take,
is one less reason.

That's one.

And that's two.

If either of you reaches
for a gun
I'll blast you both!

Keep out of this, Wyatt.
This is between Doc and me.

No, it ain't.

I'm not going to watch my
two best friends
kill each other,

even if I have to
kill 'em myself.

You're an officer of the law
and you're covering
for a killer.

I'm covering
for the both of you.

Besides, I can't afford
to taka chance.

I need you, Bat.

I wouldn't know why
but for your sake, Wyatt,

I can postpone killing him
a little longer,

half the pleasure
is anticipation.

Whenever you're ready,
Masterson, you can find me
in the Salamander Saloon.

I'll be there.

I just want to get
one thing straight, Wyatt.

I'm sorry to horn in
on your party, Bat,

but I had a good reason.

Well, it better be.

I just can't understand
how you can
put up with him.

He saved my life.

Well, I know that...
I don't expect you to
understand it,

and I can't explain it.

'Cause nobody can explain
Doc Holliday.

He's not so hard
to figure,

he's a dying man,
so he hates the world

'cause it'll go on living
after he's gone.

Then tell me why
he threw in with me

against a mob of gun swingers
when I didn't have a chance
of outliving him?

He'd rather give odds
in a gun fight then
play safe and die slow.

All I know is, when he
opened up on my side,
I didn't care why.

But, I guess that's between
Doc and me.

Look, Wyatt,
I'm not going to
ease up on him,

not as long as
he stays in Dodge City.
Even for you.

I wouldn't expect you to.

And I guess you know, Bat,
if Doc should kill you,

next man he'd have to kill,
would be me.

What do you
want me to do?

Bring in a man
who's wanted for murder.

Who is he?
Amos Merrick.

Merrick?
The Peacemaker?

That's what they call him.

But he's a man
who saves lives.

If it wasn't for him,
they'd never be able
to sign that

peace treaty
with the Indians.
I know.

But the soldiers
at Fort Dodge say
he killed Colonel Dailey.

What does Merrick say?

That's the worst
part of it, nothing.

His Indian friends think
they're protecting him.

And Yellow Hawk would start
a war if the soldiers
went after him.

But you're a friend
of Yellow Hawk's

and you're the only one
that can bring Merrick back
to Dodge.

I'll get to Merrick,
you get to Doc.

Because if he's still
in town when I get back,

you're going to be
one friend less.

Question is, which one?
[GUN CLICKS]

You say you have come
to take your friend,
Amos Merrick,

back to
the white man's village.

But I say
you shall not.

Your friend,
who is our brother,
will stay here

safe from the white
man's friendship.

You know the laws
of the white man.

Amos Merrick is a white man
and must live by those laws,
Yellow Hawk.

This is my village,
my land

and here are
only the laws of
Yellow Hawk.

These are laws
that can be trusted!

You will not take
Amos Merrick.

If this is his will,
I'd like to hear it
from his own lips.

Yellow Hawk speaks
for his brother.

I speak for myself.

Hello, Mr. Merrick.
Hello, Bat.

Yellow Hawk, many times you've
heard me say that it's wrong
for me to stay.

Now I must go to my people.
Let them hear the truth
from me.

When lies are loud,
the truth may
not be heard.

The truth will be heard.
You have my word for it.

Your words are good.

But can you speak for
other whites who have
accused an innocent man?

He'll have a fair trial.
If he's innocent,
he'll go free.

That I promise you.

YELLOW HAWK:
You have given your word
to keep him safe.

Should your word
prove false,
and he dies for it,

many whites will die.

But you will die first.

AMY: Dad!

Amy!
Oh, Dad! Oh, Dad.

I came just as soon as
I could.

You shouldn't have
come here, honey.

You should have stayed
in Hutchinson.

With you here alone?
No, school can get along
without me.

Thanks, dear.

It does feel better
being able to talk to you.

It seems so hopeless
fighting for what I believe
is right.

Dad, you do believe in
what you're fighting for,
don't you?

Well, of course, Amy.
The Indians are people,
just like anyone else.

They're only savage
when we make them that way.

But now,
it may mean my life.

And even if
I were to die now,
it wouldn't end there.

Chief Yellow Hawk
would see to that.

More bloodshed,
more enmity,
less understanding.

But you, you didn't kill
this man, Dailey,
did you?

Oh, no, Amy, no.

I hated him because he made
trouble with the Indians,
but I didn't kill him.

Then they can't
convict you.

Well...

I am sure there's certain
people who are going to try
very hard.

Do you have
a good lawyer?

As good as can be had
in these parts.

But I'm counting more on
men like Bat Masterson

and Wyatt Earp to see that
I get a fair trial.

They believe in the law,
Amy, and that's important.

That's all we ask for,
a fair trial.

I like the way
you said, "We."

I'll sleep better now.

Dad, I'm staying over
at the hotel.

I'll come see you
in the morning.

And, please don't worry
about anything.

Good night, Amy.

Good night, Dad.

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]

I say we're wasting time,
just wasting time.

And I say sit down.

I say lynch Merrick.

[GAVEL BANGING]

Certainly, he gets
what he deserves.

Order!
Order in the court!

[CLAMORING STOPS]

Sit down, Sutton,
or you'll sit out
this trial in jail.

We're here to
see that justice
gets done, legal-like.

Justice? Hanging a man
because he's a friend
of the Indians?

We ain't hanged
anybody yet.

I know you came a long way
to be with your father,
Ms. Merrick...

But one more word out of you
and I'll have to hold you
in contempt of court.

You couldn't hold me long
enough to match the contempt
I have for this court.

[CROWD LAUGHING]

[GAVEL BANGING]

Court's in session.

From your knowledge,
Marshal,

were Amos Merrick
relations with the deceased
Colonel Dailey,

friendly or unfriendly?

It's no secret
he didn't like Dailey.

Dailey was always
stirring up trouble
with the Indians

to make his
own army record
look good.

Now Mr. Fry, as a cattleman
and leading citizen of
Dodge City,

you knew Amos Merrick.

Did you ever hear him
threaten the life of
Colonel Dailey?

Yes, he said Kansas
would be better off
without Dailey.

Thank you, Mr. Fry.

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]

When you made peace
with the tribes,
Mr. Merrick,

did the terms of that
peace include the granting
of an Indian reserve

in the grass country
outside of Dodge City?

Yes.

The big cattlemen
don't want that
pasture land fenced in.

Your name is Clay Bennett?

Yes, Sir.

You were in Fort Dodge
on the night of the murder?
Yes, Sir.

Tell us what you saw.

I was standing near
the stables.

I saw a man
fire a gun through
Colonel Dailey's window.

Who was that man?

Him. Amos Merrick.

[PEOPLE CLAMORING]
That's a lie.

That'll do it, Bat.

Yellow Hawk said
if Merrick dies,
many will die.

[GAVEL BANGING]
He said you'd be the first.

Then you
positively identify
the defendant

as the man you saw shoot
and kill Colonel Dailey?

Yes, sir.

The prosecution rests.

[CROWD LAUGHING]

He's guilty,
old Man Merrick's guilty.

They're hanging him
day after tomorrow 12:00
noon in Hays City.

Looks like Clay Bennett's
heading for the tall timber.

So would you, Mitch,
if it was your say so
that got Merrick convicted.

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]

All right, stand aside.

It may be dangerous here
in Dodge,

so you'll be taken to
Hays City tomorrow morning.

Then It's up to you
to stop the Indians.

Go to Yellow Hawk,
make him understand
the futility of fighting.

Many lives depend on it.

I'll do what I can,
Mr. Merrick.

Mr. Masterson.

Sorry, ma'am, it's been
a pretty rough day for you.

You've come a long way
to see Dodge City
at its worst.

I thought if I were here
I could do something.

But I feel so helpless.

You've done a lot
just being here.

You will help him,
won't you?

Your father's convicted
of murder, ma'am.

But he isn't guilty,
you know he isn't.

The jury thought so.

If his Indian friends go on
the war path because of him,

a lot of innocent people
are going to die.

Is it your own life
you're worried about?

Among other things.

Out here, Ms. Merrick,
a man in my boots is
one of three things.

Hard, fast, or dead.

You show courage
to come here

when you have failed to
protect your white brother.

News travels fast.

All Indian nations
know Kiowa, Comanche,
Cheyenne...

All await the signal.
Then we take him
to our land.

If you try to take him,
the soldiers will come.

And the wars will begin
all over again.

If he dies, the wars begin
just the same.

He was tried
by his own people
in a white man's court.

It's not for the red man
to change that.

The white man's court
believed the white man's lies.

Bennett's?
Yes.

This man was
at the river many miles
from Fart Dodge

when the white
Colonel died.

Can you prove that?

Tell him what you saw.

The man called Bennett...

You saw Bennett there?

At same time he claims to
have seen the killing
at Fort Dodge?

It is the truth.

Then why didn't you come
to the trial and say so?

Would the white man
listen to the words
of the red man

when Amos Merrick
is brother to red man?

Maybe I can prove
Bennett was lying.

But you must promise
to stay away from our
villages and not interfere.

That's the will of
Amos Merrick.

We will do as
our brother asks and not
come to your villages.

The Indian nations
will not make war,

so long as
Amos Merrick lives.

And you will live
no longer.

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]

We can get started now
as soon as your
prisoner is ready.

Prisoner's coming out now.

Bring him out, Wyatt.

Give him to us, Wyatt,
and save yourself a trip.

CROWD: Yeah.
Yeah, let's see him, Wyatt,
bring him out.

[CROWD MURMURING IN AGREEMENT]

Anybody got an idea
of doing something
about it,

take my word, try it,
and you'll never do anything
else for a long time.

All right, Virgil.

I'm sorry, Miss,
it's time to say
good bye now.

No, I'm going with you,
please.

Too many things
might go wrong.

Your father's friends,
the Indians and the whites
might try to stop us.

Or his enemies might try
to lynch him.

Either way,
we've got a fight
on our hands.

I don't care, I'm going.

Virgil.
Good bye, Amy.

Hello, Wyatt.
Any luck, Bat?

No. Nobody seems to know
where Bennett's gone.

Or if they do,
they're not telling.

I shouldn't tell you this,
Bat, because it's about
Doc Holliday.

What about him?
Bat, you can't afford to
shoot it out with Doc,

not now.

I know you don't care
about yourself,

but you're Merrick's
last chance.

Well, I've steered clear
of him through the trial,

I guess I can wait
thirty six hours more.

How does he
figure into this?

Clay Bennett owes
Doc $3,000,
lost it in a faro game.

So?

Well, do you think
Doc Holliday's going
to let him skip town,

owing him $3,000
without knowing
where he was going?

Thanks, Wyatt.

Dad.
Do as they say.
Stay here.

Forward. Ho!

NARRATOR: The Indian Nations
kept their word.

Kept out of it,
and waited for Masterson
to keep his.

Waited and watched
and made ready.

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]

I was beginning
to think you'd
forgotten me, Sheriff.

Or that you didn't want
to remember?

I'd like to talk
to you. Doc.

There's nothing
to talk about.

Wyatt's gone, there's no one
here to protect you now.

[CHUCKLES] Nor you.

That's too bad.

I was having a run of luck,
now I have to spoil it.

You want it here,
or outside?

Oh, I'm not going to draw
against you, Doc.
Not now anyway.

Not even if I reach
for my guns, Bat?

Well, I'd try not to.

But maybe I couldn't
help myself a thing like
that might be pure reflex.

You're a doctor,
you know about reflexes.

mm-hmm.

I know about nerve too,
and I think you've lost
yours, Masterson.

[LAUGHING]

Ever play drop
the handkerchief,
Sheriff?

See, I drop it

and then I go for my guns.

How are your reflexes now?
[LAUGHING]

[COUGHS]

Why don't you kill me?

You'd be doing me a favor.

I said I want to
talk to you, Doc.

It must be important
for you to pass a
chance like that.

I'm looking for
Clay Bennett.

And you think I know
where he is?

With him owing you
$3,000, yes.

[CHUCKLES]
So that's it.

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]

Bennett's half owner of
five thousand head of cattle,
pastured outside of town.

That's right.
And he put up part
of his share, as security.

Security?
[CHUCKLES]

See for yourself.

You don't care where
Bennett's gone?

Not unless the herd
went with him.

You're not even curious?
Only for one reason,
why are you curious?

Maybe Bennett lied
at Merrick's trial.
Maybe.

I wouldn't know why,
and I care less.

Merrick has enemies,
big enemies.

Clay has friends,
big friends.

The cattlemen.
Yeah.

I know it's a long trail up
from Texas, takes plenty of
pounds off the beef.

I also know that those boys
need that grass land
in the spring,

to fatten up their herds
before they ship 'em to
Abilene in the fall.

Steer'll bring
$20 a head more,
that way.

So, since I got an interest
in a big herd,

I'll stop Merrick,
or anyone else,

giving the land back
to the Indians.

Bennett's already
stopped him,

not with bullets,
but with words.

I'm curiously unmoved
by all of this.

You'll be moved
if the Indians attack.
[LAUGHING]

[COUGHS]

We're all going to die,
someday, Masterson.

It's only
a question of time.

I say more power
to the cattlemen.

The more money those
saddle-tramps make,

the more I take away
from them at cards.

[CHUCKLES]

The black ace...

My lucky card.

You're a sick man, Doc.

Sick all the way through.

Then keep away from me,
Masterson, if you don't want
to catch something fatal.

I don't know
where Bennett is,

and you'd be
the last man
I'd tell if I did.

I'm kinda of glad you
didn't help me, Doc.

I'd hate to
owe you a favor.

Hold it, Ms. Merrick.

Aren't you heading
the wrong way?

I wanted to see
what you'd found out
from Doc Holliday.

They told me
you were talking
to him.

He didn't feel
like talking.

Then let me talk to him.

I don't think you'd better,
Ms. Merrick.

I believe I heard
my name mentioned.

You are Doc Holliday,
aren't you?

Can I be of service?
Stay out of this, Doc.

Really, Sheriff,
you're overstepping
your authority.

And being
terribly rude.

If this uncouth character is
annoying you, Miss, it would
be my pleasure to remove him.

Don't stake too much
on my promise, Doc.

He's poison,
Ms. Merrick.

He's obviously the first
gentleman I've met since
coming to Dodge City.

Thank you, Miss.

That lets you out,
Masterson.
Yeah.

Yes, I feel out of place
in such high society.

They say you know something
that can help my father.

Well, as much as I dislike
Masterson, Ms. Merrick,
I did tell him the truth.

However,
if I were Clay Bennett,

and I were married
to a beautiful woman,
that's where I'd be now.

Where?
Well, Bennett's wife
is a singer

at the Red Front Saloon,
in Quolari.

She calls herself
Dallas Corey.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you very much.

Cute little filly, Doc.

You thinking of slapping
a brand on her?

You have an unfortunate
choice of words, Mr. Fry.

It might be better
if you didn't speak
of the lady at all.

I'm sorry Doc, I apologize.
I didn't understand.

No, you wouldn't.

Who could understand
the scent of lilac in
the stench of Dodge City?

If you'll forget what
I said, Doc,

I'd like to talk over
a little business
proposition with you.

My business is gambling.

Well, Sir,
what I have to offer,
is something of a gamble.

You'll have to kill
Bat Masterson
one of these days.

I'm willing to bet
I can pick the day.

These are my business hours,
Mr. Fry.

See me in my office.

You sure you want these,
innocent bystanders
listening?

They're my men.

What's it worth
to you to see
Masterson dead?

Raise fifty.

You have your
own gunslingers.

If you're so anxious to
get rid of Masterson
you know where he is.

Go get him.
Oh, I'm a business man.

I deal in cattle
and nothing else.
My men aren't killers.

And I am, is that it?

Well, there's no one faster
with a gun than you,
and you know it.

Except maybe Masterson.

Of course
it can't be proved
until I kill him

or vice versa.

I have to hate real hard
when I shoot a man, Fry,

otherwise I begin to
think about things.

Maybe about his girl,

or his wife,
or his children,

or maybe about the fellows
he owes money to.

I find myself,
sympathizing.

My hand isn't steady,

my conscience becomes
a devil that rides

my shoulders
and obscures my aim.

And it's most difficult
to hate when you're
making money.

I'm offering you a business
proposition, Doc, and all
you're giving me is words.

Perhaps those
words are beyond
your comprehension.

Raise.

Hating Masterson is
one of the few pleasures
left to me, Fry.

I'd like to do it
in my time,
when it pleases me.

Not when It happens to
please someone else.

I see what you're up to
now, Doc.

You're bargaining,
raising the ante.

DOC: You men
have lost enough.

Yeah. You're right.

Let's all go over
to the hotel where we can
talk straight.

Maybe I can interest you
in a little game where
nobody loses,

but Masterson.

It's hardly
a good day's work,
gentlemen.

Your hotel, Mr. Fry.

We'd like to bet $5,000
you won't kill Masterson
in the next 36 hours.

DOC: Hmm.

And if it happens
that I do?

We lose,
the money's yours.

Thirty six hours?
That's an odd coincidence.

That's exactly how long
Merrick has to live,

unless Masterson
can clear him.

Air in hotel rooms
always has a foul smell.

No bet gentlemen.
I don't kill for profit.

But on the other hand,
I just as soon
kill Masterson

for nothing,
so that disposes
of the ethics.

CHARLIE: Then what's
stopping you?

Call it a superstition.
Every gambler has one.

To me, killing is a jinx.
It never fails to break
a winning streak,

and I'm having one.

But, win or lose,
if I kill a man,
it's for personal reasons.

And personally, I don't like
any of you any more than
I like Masterson.

It didn't work Charlie.

No, but this will.

I'm taking some men from
each of your outfits
for a vigilante committee.

We're going to make sure
Merrick's dead before
he gets to Hays City.

Well, you win, Ms. Merrick.

If Clay Bennett's in Quolari,
I'll find him.

Something sure must've come
over Doc when he saw you.

He was very helpful.

You worked a miracle then,

looking at you,
of course I can even
understand Doc,

for the first time.

Where is Quolari?

On the way to Hays City,
in the right direction,
anyway.

Take me along,
take me with you.

I'm trying to beat
the clock, ma'am.

But you can't
leave me here,
not knowing.

I'm sorry.

[DRUM PLAYING IN DISTANCE]

DOC: Hello, Masterson.

I can see by your face,
this is a pleasant surprise.

What are you doing here?

You knew I had to come.

And since you refused to
escort the lady,
it became my pleasure.

And by a strange coincidence,
I just happen to be going
the same way.

As far as
I'm concerned, Doc,
you can go to Quolari,

or any other place,
but not with me.

Can't let you go alone,
Sheriff.

We have some
unfinished business.

Quiet.

What do they mean?

You'll have to ask him,
Ms. Merrick.

He's the big Indian scout.

They say a large party
of riders,

is gathering at
Ransom Pass.

That's on the trail
the coach is taking to
Hays City.

It may mean an attempt to
rescue your father
or to lynch him.

What can we do?

Ransom Pass is this side
of Quolari.

We may be able to get there
before the coach does.

Then we're coming along,
with or without
your permission.

I've got a surprise
for your, Doc.

Now I want you to come.

You're good with a gun,
and I can use you.

We'll settle
our dispute later.

All right, men,
take your positions.

[GUN SHOTS]

[HORSE NEIGHING]

Head for the pass.

Hee-yah!

Forward... Ho!

Dismount.
Clear the road.

[GUN SHOTS]

Well, shall we join
the others?

Bat and Doc Holliday
together?

Virgil's hurt, Doc.

I don't know
where you came from...

Let's find out
where they came from,
first.

BAT: Mitch Connors,
one of the men
who wanted to lynch Merrick.

Keep your hand
pressed there.

You did a fine job,
Doc.

Just patchwork, enough
to hold you together until
we get to Quolari.

You haven't forgotten
how to be a doctor,
have you?

Some things
a man doesn't forget,
try as he may...

Thanks.

Stay with him.

The road's cleared, Marshall.
Better get your prisoner
in the coach,

we're ready to move.

I'll go on ahead,
may run into Bennett
in Quolari.

We'll be passing through
a few hours after sundown.

Let's hope you've
found him by then.

I'm sticking
with the coach
as far as Quolari,

until Virgil's
out of danger.

No one's out of danger
until this trip's over.

I'll take the girl with me.
It'll be safer that way.

Don't think
you're losing me,
Sheriff.

I'll catch up with you.

I want to make sure
you don't get yourself
killed, by someone else.

Are you sure
Clay Bennett is here?

No, but if
we can't find Clay

maybe we can keep Masterson
from looking.

Why'd you have to
come back, Clay?

Ain't I had
enough trouble
with you?

Man's got a right to see
his wife any time he wants.

I thought
I was rid of you.

I was doing
good in this town,
I was something.

You're my wife.
So I'm back to nothing.

Well, I won't lie for you.
I won't cover up for you!

I think you'd better,
Mrs. Bennett.
Just this once.

Help you hang
an innocent man?

It's him or us.
Well, it ain't me.

I'll talk to Masterson.

You treat her
too good, Clay.

I'll take care of her
and Masterson, too.

You didn't take such good
care of yourself.

Lighting out like
a scared jack rabbit
from the trial.

You act guilty,
people get to think.

But I ain't guilty, Charlie,
and don't forget who is.

I forgot it, Clay.

You'd better.
Well, I didn't mean it
like that, Charlie.

Always prided myself
on being a judge of men.

I'd sure take it hard
if you disappointed me.

TYLER: Charlie.

There's Masterson now.
He's got the girl
with him.

You'll have a chance to talk
to Masterson, Mrs. Bennett.
Right here in this room.

And I'm going give you
a chance to justify
my faith in you, Clay.

You'll be in that closet,

with this.

I won't let you down,
Charlie.

You can't afford to.
The boys will be downstairs
and outside this building.

If Masterson comes out
of this room standing up,

he won't leave
this saloon that way,

and neither will you,
or her.

Doc was right.

Town's full of
Bennett's friends.

Clay must be in there.

What're you going to do?

If he was telling the truth,
I'll have no trouble talking
to him.

This is one time
I want trouble.

He must have lied.

My father's innocent,
or you wouldn't be risking
your life to prove it.

Well, let's hope we can.

I know how you feel
about your father, Amy.

It's hard for you
to be realistic.

Haven't you ever loved
anyone that much?

Enough to be
unrealistic?

Yeah, once.

Who was she?

A dance-hall girl,
Sweetwater, Texas.

There was an army sergeant.

Ah, the jealous kind.
He told me to keep away
from her, but I didn't.

He broke in one night
while we were together,

and, well,
she jumped between us
just as he fired.

She died.

First man
I ever killed.

I'm sorry.

Bat...

[CHUCKLES]
Is that really
a name? Bat?

[LAUGHS]

William Barclay Masterson.

It says
in the family Bible.

When I was a kid we lived
by a big cave
that was full of bats.

I used to go
target practicing there.

Folks used to say nobody
could ever hit a crazy
zigzagging bat on the wing.

So, I had to try.

Kept trying,
kept trying till I could.

Then they called me
the boy who shot the bats.

Finally shook down
to just Bat.

Well...

Lock the door
and don't let
anybody else in.

Be careful, Bat.

Masterson's coming out
of the hotel
and headed this way.

Clay,

you never get more than
one shot at Masterson.

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]

Any idea where
I can find Dallas Corey?

She's upstairs.
Thanks.

You are long
way from home, Sheriff.

You too, Charlie.
Nice to see so many
familiar faces in the crowd.

Looks like
the Dodge City jail
on Saturday night.

[CHUCKLES] Well,
me and some of the boys

are on our way to Hays City
to take in the hanging.

Eh, when that stagecoach
passes through here
in a few minutes, Charlie,

you'll, eh,
sort of cool the boys off,
won't ya?

Just in case
they get ideas?

Oh, they ain't
have to, Bat.

Not with Wyatt Earp
and Doc Holliday aboard.

Funny you should say that.
Doc didn't get aboard until
Ransom Pass.

See you around.

Find Joe Mann
and tell him to meet me
in back of the hotel.

All right.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

Dallas Corey.
Yes.

Mrs. Clay Bennett?

[CHUCKLES]
Don't remind me.

My name is
Bat Masterson.
Is it?

Yeah, I'm looking
for Clay.

Well, you missed him.
He was here,
but he headed back to

Dodge City or someplace.

Ah, that's too bad...

He was in kind of a jam
and I hoped I could
help him out of it.

Help him?
Yeah.

Well, I guess
I'll have to

wait till I get back
to Dodge.

Thanks.

There is a derringer under
this hat, Mister.
You're covered.

Don't come out
all at once.

Let's see your
hands first.

Throw it over here.

All right, all the way.

He bluffed you.

I don't care.
I'm glad he did.

I'm no killer, Bat...

Maybe not.
But the way that curtain
was shaking, well...

[LAUGHING]
I'd just hate to
make a sudden move

when a nervous man
has a gun on me.

Charlie Fry's gun
at that.

For once in your life
tell the truth.

It might be
your last chance.

It war Fry's idea.
Why?

He's out to stop
Merrick's plan to give
land to the Indians.

You must've guessed
it by now.
It was Fry killed Dailey.

Fry's waiting
downstairs.

Yeah. I know it.

He said if Clay
didn't get you,
him and the boys would.

Said he'd kill
all of us,
you, me, her.

He might do it, too.

He's got plenty of men.

Pretty well covered
outside too.

You've got to get me
out of this, Bat.
He'll kill me.

Now that would be
a real loss
to the world.

I'll do anything you say.

There's only one way
out of it.
What is it?

Well, it looks like,
I'll have to kill you.

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]
[SOFT MUSIC PLAYING]

[GUN SHOT]
[MUSIC STOPS]

[CRYING]

[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING]

Hold it.

What happened, Bat?

Bennett tried
to shoot me
in the back.

He was hiding behind
those curtains.

The lady saw it.

[CRYING] You killed him!

It was self-defense.

He's still got the gun
in his hands.

You see it don't you?

Sure.

Sure, I see it.
Self-defense.

How about the rest of you?
You see it?

Yeah, I see it!

Sure,
it was self-defense, Bat.

All right, now clear out
of here and send
up the coroner.

I'm taking the body back
to Dodge City with me.

Too bad for you, Bat.
What do you mean?

Looks like you killed
your own star witness.

Now you'll never know
if Clay was lying.

[DALLAS COREY CRYING]

I'm wasting my talent
as a singer.

I should have been
a dramatic actress.
[LAUGHING]

[DOOR OPENS]

Oh, ho.

Don't touch him.

Now's our chance.
They're all downstairs
taking a look at Merrick.

On your feet, Clay.

Here, that man
ain't dead.

No, but you will be
if you don't cooperate.

Of course, Sheriff.
Anything at all,
anything you say.

All right, Clay.
Let's move.

Where is Masterson?

No need to
wait on him, Marshal.

Masterson's heading back
to Dodge City,

with Clay Bennett.

Then he did find him.

But if Bat talked
to Bennett why is he
going back?

Bat didn't have a chance
to talk to him, ma'am.
He killed him.

He what?

Yes, ma'am,
in self-defense.

Too bad
he had to do it.

Now nothing can hold up
the hanging.

Well, I guess Bat did
what he had to do.

Sorry, Merrick.
We'd better get started.

No, it can't go
like this.

But it has, Amy.

Forward! Ho!

Oh, Doc...

You heard what
Masterson did?

Yes.

Why Doc, why?

Well, when you shoot at
something that wants to
shoot back...

It's generally because
you don't have
much choice.

[SOBS] There must have been
another way.

Bennett was
my father's last hope.

[SOBS]
And Bat killed him.

Don't torture yourself.
All this...

It'll seem like
a bad dream someday.

But you don't
belong in it.

There's nothing more
you can do now.

So you've got to get away,
far away.

And I'll go with you,

if you'll let me.

You?

I've come this far
because you needed me.

Now I know that
I need you too.

No, Doc.

No, I'm sorry...

I didn't know
you felt that way.

And even if I felt anything
more than gratitude...

I couldn't...

Of course you couldn't.

Why should you tie
yourself to a dying man?
I was wrong.

I don't need anybody,
I never have.

Doc, please,
it isn't that.

Then what is it?
Masterson?

Get up there.

Bat, Bat,
you're not leaving me
alone here.

I'm going back
for the women,

it wouldn't be safe to
leave them behind.

We'd make better time
without them.

Get up there
and stay put.

Keep quiet.
I'll get you later.

What's Fry want me for?

You'll see
when you get there, Joe.

Every time Fry wants me,
it's trouble.

Why can't he
talk to me regular?

Why in back
of the hotel?

You're lucky
he even talks
to you at all

after the way you cold
decked him back In Dodge.

I'd oven say you was lucky
you got out of that game
with your skin.

I've made it up
to Mr. Fry.

I've done him favors
since that time.

And you keep on
doing 'em, Joe.

All right.

All right, I can say
what's on my mind,
can't I?

Sure, as long as you keep
walking towards that hotel
at the same time.

Fry isn't out to
get me, is he?
I haven't done anything.

Ask him.
CHARLIE: Hello, Joe.

Hello, Fry.

You can go now, Tyler.
Joe and I have
private business.

You aren't mad about
something, Mr. Fry?

That depends upon
the answer you give me.

Answer?

You been keeping in
practice, Joe?

You know better, Mr. Fry.
I haven't dealt a crooked
game since Dodge.

Perhaps.
It's the truth,
I swear it.

Well, that's too bad.

I'd be willing to forget
that little game in Dodge

and pay you $500 besides.

Five hundred dollars?

All you've got to do is
win from Doc Holliday.

Mr. Fry, I'm not crazy.

No, but you're good, Joe.
The best I've ever seen.

I don't think
even Holliday can tell
how you're dealing.

No, no, he'd,
he'd kill me.

My boys will be there
to see that he doesn't.

You just get
Holliday started on
a losing streak.

I don't think it'd be
too much trouble.

Doc's got other things
on his mind.

Are you sure
your boys be around?

I guarantee it.

I'd get quite
a reputation at that.

Beating Holliday.

Sure, Joe.
You'd be a big man.

That is if you haven't lost
the old touch.

When I'm playing,
these don't shake.

Good. You get the game
started and I'll steer
Holliday into it.

What'll we drink
to now, Doc?

Let's not drink
to anything.
Let's just drink.

Looks like
I guessed wrong
about you and Masterson.

What do you mean?

Never thought
you could keep from
killing him this long.

I told you once, Mister,
I got a superstition.

I've been riding
a winning streak at cards,
and I won't quit,

if I can help it.

You mean If you lost,
there'd be nothing
to stop you?

Not if a man crossed me,
Masterson or anyone else.

I wonder
if my luck has changed.

Deal me in.

Well, I guess,
I'll pay my respects
to the widow.

Wait outside.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

Where's the body?

And where are you going?

Well, the coroner
took the body.

Masterson's corning back
for me in a few minutes.

I aim to ass that
Clay gets
a decent burial.

I never thought
you'd take it so hard.
[SCOFFS]

I hated him.

But how would it look
if I didn't take It hard?

You're a smart girl, Dallas.
I like smart girls.

But I don't think
I'd leave town right now.

Not with Masterson.

Why not?
Bat doesn't
give up so easy.

You might let
something slip.
Why take a chance?

Stay till after
the hanging.

Oh, why,
I won't talk,
Charlie.

I know it.

If Clay had your nerve
he'd be alive right how.

But I'd take it
kind of hard if you
didn't do as I said.

Well, well,
looks like we have
a historic landmark.

The bullet that
Bat Masterson used to
shut Clay Bennett's mouth.

I think I'll keep this
as a souvenir.

A lucky bullet
for you, Charlie.

Went in kind of high.

Must have hit him
right between the eyes.
Yeah.

Yeah,
between the eyes.

It wasn't pretty.

You won't be either,
Dallas, if you try
to cross me.

Bat, I...
I feel like
such a fool.

Then think how Fry's
going to feel.

I should have known
you wouldn't
kill Bennett.

Well, he's one dead man
who's still got a tale
to tell. Wait!

[MEN LAUGHING INDISTINCTLY]

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]

Wait here.
Keep out of sight.

I've got to get Dallas
out of there.

[INDISTINCT LAUGHTER]

Aren't you even
going to say,
"Hello," Doc?

After all we've been
to each other?

I've had about
all I can take of you,
Masterson.

[LAUGHING]
Now I feel better.
Hope you win.

Pray I win.

Meaning what?

I haven't forgotten
our date.

Only thing stops me from
keeping it now is that
I can't quit when I'm ahead.

When you're ready
to cash in,
look me up.

Save yourself
some trouble, Bat.

Dallas ain't going
back to Dodge City,
changed her mind.

That's the lady's
privilege.

But I'll hear
it from her.

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]

Doc's throwing money
around like

it's going
out of style.
Yeah.

He can't keep winning
that way.

Maybe he don't
want to win.

Gage, you and Sutton
and five of the best
gun hands stay with me.

Tyler, you take
the rest of the men
and go on ahead.

I want to make sure
Masterson really does
go back to Dodge City,

just in case
things go wrong
in that card game.

It's a nice night
for a funeral.
Uh?

Oh, it's you, Mr. Fry.

Yes, it is.
It's a nice night.

Poor old Clay.

Where'd Masterson
hit him?

Where'd he hit him
you say?
Hmm.

Right in the heart.
Killed him instant.

I guess Masterson's
even better with a gun
than they say.

Imagine hitting
a man in the heart

and between the eyes
with the same bullet?

Now, what do you
mean by that?

I mean I think
I ought to have a look
in that coffin, Mister.

Oh, no, sir.
That's against the law.

[STUTTERING]
You can't do that.

Come on, Mister,
climb down.

Uh, but who'll
hold the horses?

Come on, quit stalling.

All right, Sir.
If you want me to
come down,

you got to help me.

Yes, sir,
just back up a step,
'cause I...

Come on, Mister.
I'm coming, yes, Sir.

Thank you.

What can I do, Bat?

Nothing now.
You'll just have to play
along with Fry.

I'll pick you up later.

[INDISTINCT SPEAKING]

Bet it all.

Bat.
Where's the hearse?

Bat, I saw them.
Fry knows
you tricked him.

When you go to the livery
stable to get your horse,
he'll be waiting for you.

That's where
I've got Bennett.
I'd better get over there.

Bat, he has
six men with him.
He'll kill you.

You've got to get someone
to help you.

How? There's nobody
in this town I can trust.

[ALL WHISPERING]

You lose, Doc.

This is everything
I've got left in the world,

except my guns,
horse and saddle.

High card wins.

Sorry, Doc.

You coming back, Doc?

I'm not sure.

AMY: Doc! Doc!

Doc, Fry and six men
are waiting at the livery
stable to kill Bat.

He's all alone, Doc.
You got to go after him.

It's what I had in mind,
anyway.

[GUN SHOTS]

[GRUNTING]

Now I know
what Wyatt meant.
Thanks, Doc.

Oh, don't thank me.

After all,
how would it look,
if I'd needed half the town

to help me kill
Bat Masterson?

I had my reputation
to consider.

That's not the real
reason, Doc.

No, I had very little to
offer the girl.

A couple of years
at the most.

So, I thought
I'd leave her something
to remember me by...

You...

Well, thanks.

Whoa.

Well, Marshal, we made it.
I guess I'll be heading back
to the post.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Hiya, Charlie.

You're in plenty of time
for the hanging,
be thirty minutes yet.

If we wait that long,
it won't be Merrick
who'll hang.

What?

Bennett talked,
Masterson's on his way.

Well, it wouldn't be much
of a trick to get this
crowd to take over.

Tell the others.

You men help me
get this crowd started.

Get Merrick out of jail
and hang him before
Masterson gets here.

You men talk it up
when I get started.
All right.

What are we
waiting for, men?

Let's lynch him.
Yeah, let's lynch him.
String him up.

Come on, folks,
come on down here.

CROWD: Come on.
What are we waiting for?

All right, all of you,
come on up here.

What are you waiting for?
Let's spring him out of jail
now and string him up.

Why should we wait
another half hour?

What do you say?

What's Merrick ever meant
to you?

Let's go!

[PEOPLE CHANTING]

[CROWD CLAMORING]

First man who try to take
Merrick out of here,
won't live to see him hang.

Come on,
let's get it over with.

Yeah.

[CLAMORING]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

Try and got these
horses out of here.

[SHOUTING]

Bat, Bat,
I'm going to him.

No, you're not.
You're going in there

and you're staying
in there.

[CLAMORING]

[GRUNTING]

[GUN SHOTS]

We're starting back now,
are you ready?

Yeah, where's Doc?

He isn't coming.

He said to tell you
he's gone off looking
for a card game.

Says he feels lucky again.

[LAUGHS]

We wanted to
thank him.

Well, we can
thank him later, Amy.

Bettor not, Doc says
he can't afford to have you
for a friend, Bat.

Says you've cost him
a fortune already.

NARRATOR:
When Merrick returned,

peace returned with him
to the tribes of Kansas.

Doc Holliday drifted
with his luck
until it ran out.

Bat Masterson laid down
his guns and road east

to become
a famous newspaperman.

But out West,
they'll always remember him...

...as Masterson of Kansas.