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Bat, v/o: there's a reason they Called it the wild west.

Remember my kid brother, billy?

He needs our help.

Billy! [gunshot]

Ah! [gunshot]

There's a cottonwood tree Across the street.

Soon as that boy can walk-

He'll swing from it.

Does stringing a boy up

Without trial sound like Justice to you?

Just keep that hand still. [grunting]

[train whistle]

Bat, v/o: I was just a young Man when I first headed west.

In the years that followed, I became

A cowboy... A gunslinger...

And even served as Sheriff of dodge city,

One of the most lawless towns In the country.

My name is bat masterson.

Now I'm a reporter and I've come West again to chronicle

The world that I know best...

The american west.

The lure of gold, land, Destiny flooded the frontier

With men both good and bad.

These are the incredible true Tales of the wild west.

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[wagons rattling]

[door opens and closes]

All this time, I thought That was my desk.

Are you always in this late?

Some of us are Night owls, gene.

And some of us have to Put out

A paper every morning.

The day I miss a deadline You can-

Don't pretend you Haven't come close.

What could I do for My favorite editor?

I want to discuss This week's column.

The last days of the Doolin gang.

You're gonna love it.

The doolin gang can wait.

The letters are Piling up.

I know you don't Want to talk about this.

It's not too late To stop yourself.

The readers want A bat masterson story.

They demand it.

You know I didn't Take this job

To write my memoirs.

One column a year Won't kill ya.

You know what they want.

Exploits from your Lawman days.

Bringing killers To justice.

I have told those Tales.

The ones that are Fit to print, anyhow.

There must be something.

Well...

There was some excitement Up in nebraska.

That was one for the ages.

You wouldn't like it.

Try me.

Well, I was Living in dodge.

Wasn't wearing a Badge at the time.

One night my old friend,

Ben thompson turned Up at my door.

[thunderstorm]

[knocking on door]

Keep your shirt on!

Ben? - bat-

I knocked on a Mess of doors.

Near killed my horse Gettin' here

But I had to find you.

All right, you did.

Come inside.

[rain falling]

[thunder rumbling]

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Thank you.

Now-

What's so important Brings you to dodge

In the dead of night?

We go back

A long way.

Cattle drives.

Buffalo hunts.

I don't need The speech.

Are you in trouble?

You remember My kid brother billy?

He's a hard one To forget.

Yeah, billy's got A wild side.

He's a good kid At heart.

He needs our help.

What happened?

There was a fight.

In ogallala.

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♪ [saloon music] ♪

[knocks on bar]

Hey barkeep.

Could we get some Service down here?

♪ [saloon music] ♪

Hey, am I talkin To myself?

Pipe down, kid.

♪ [saloon music] ♪

What do you think You're doing?

What I came here to do.

Get out of my bar and Take your strumpet with you.

♪ [saloon music] ♪

You care to Say that again?

Yeah, I said get out of my bar

And take your- [smack]

[crowd gasps]

[wind echoes]

I'll see you outside.

Stay here, darlin'.

Billy! [cocks rifle]

[gunshot]

Ah! [gunshot]

Billy!

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Ben: they arrested my brother For attempted murder.

I know billy's no saint.

But that barkeep is worse.

Only he's got friends In high places.

They got billy Under guard.

They told me-

What?

They said if I set Foot into town,

That we'll hang together.

A hanging for Defending himself.

Sheriff they got up there

Wants to make an Example out of him.

No trial.

Just sentence.

You tellin' me, That's not murder?

So, you want us to talk Lawman to lawman

Is that it?

Bat!

He might listen to you.

I haven't worn a badge In months.

That's all behind me.

You weren't wearing A badge in sweetwater.

[thunderstorm]

We were billy's age.

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That was another saloon.

Another girl- - stop.

I never beg For nothing

In my life.

But I'll beg for My brother's.

Gene: what did he mean By sweetwater?

I owed ben a debt.

Old debts linger.

Like old wounds.

What happened when You turned him down?

Bat?

I warned you gene.

Don't tell me you Traveled

200 miles to break A criminal out of jail.

I went there To reason.

They had billy stashed Away in a hotel.

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[knocking on door]

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Who's there?

[knocking on door]

That you sheriff?

Hey! What are you Doin'?

You ain't supposed To be here.

Try it!

- I'll get the sheriff. - you do that.

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Billy!

Billy!

Billy, look At me.

Bat masterson.

You come to visit?

Your brother sent me.

You seen a doc?

First night,

They rushed him out Quick.

I get the feelin' I'm not Too popular around here.

All this over An actress?

Lulu's worth the trouble.

Believe me.

Don't you worry.

Gonna talk some Sense into him.

Bring you home.

Billy: bat, this isn't dodge.

These boys got the wrong Brand of justice.

Keep your mouth Shut.

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Sheriff.

Bat masterson.

Utter one more word

And your name dies In this room.

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Sheriff.

Bat masterson.

Utter one more word

And your name dies In this room.

I'm not here To start any trouble.

We'll see.

Deputy.

Take this gentleman's piece From him.

Really think He's masterson?

Sheriff: could be.

Could be I'm buffalo bill.

He's masterson all right.

You fellas just dug Your own grave.

Bat: billy? Shut up.

Your friend doesn't Know how to shut up.

That's true.

But it doesn't warrant A hanging.

One sheriff to another, I think we both

Know the right thing To do here.

You call yourself sheriff.

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I don't see a star.

Yours doesn't make you Judge and jury.

There's a cottonwood tree Across the street.

Been here since before The town.

Soon as that boy can walk,

He'll swing from it.

And when the union pacific Pulls out tonight,

You best be on it.

What about my gun?

Well now-

I thought you weren't here To cause trouble.

Bat.

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Sorry kid.

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Sounds like you finally Came to your senses.

What makes you Think the story's over?

I certainly hope It is.

I knew lawmen Like deprieste.

When you start to believe You are the law,

Justice is whatever You say it is.

Be that as it may,

You had no badge, No jurisdiction.

The sheriff ordered You not to interfere.

[sigh] But I know how you love To do as you're told.

What did you do?

I had to get my Gun back, didn't I?

[crowd clamoring]

Hear that?

There's a shindy down At the schoolhouse.

Whole town's turning out

And here I am stuck with The likes of you.

[rattling handcuff]

Does it look like I'm going anywhere?

Sheriff don't want To chance it.

Not with that gunslinger Around.

How much you think I get For masterson's gun?

[frantic knocking on door]

Who's out there?

Lulu: please deputy, Open the door.

Miss, you're not Allowed to be here.

Please, I need to see him.

Oh billy! - billy: lula.

You should get Out of here.

All right, You seen him.

I had to come before-

[gasping]

- lula! - miss!

Miss, wake up!

Wake up!

What do I do?

Take her to the doctor, You fool!

Doctor, right.

You stay put, You hear me?

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Bat!

I knew you wouldn't Leave without me.

I still might-

If you don't do Exactly what I say.

What about lulu?

I can't leave her Like that.

Like what? The whole Thing was her idea.

I didn't know she was That good of an actress.

You're gonna have to Tear the bed apart.

There's no time For that.

Well then, shoot through it.

If I do that, We both get killed.

Well then, what are We gonna do?

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All right. Come on, let's go.

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[billy groans]

Bat: come on.

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Put it down.

The heck I will.

Get down!

When was the last Time you chopped wood?

Keep that hand still.

Look away.

Now!

[metal clanging]

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[laughter]

We got a train to catch. Come on.

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Chronicles" theme] ♪

I can't believe What I'm hearing.

Oh look- - you broke a man

A prisoner, Out of custody,

And shanghaied him Away from justice.

Have you been Listening?

Does stringing a boy Up without trial

Sound like Justice to you?

Do you think our readers Will make the distinction?

We won't speak of this Again.

You'll write Another story.

One in which You're a hero.

Not a darn lawbreaker.

You weren't there, Gene.

Frontier just was never As black and white

As we pretend; It was something

You felt in your bones.

I can't print that In the paper.

That's it.

You can't print The truth,

Then what are we Doing here?

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All right.

Did you manage To escape?

Bat: we made it onto An eastbound train.

Disembarked in north platte.

[train whistle]

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So, what do we Do now?

Need a pair Of rooms.

Find us a half-decent Poker game

To get us home.

Bat, you know if We get caught,

You're probably Gonna hang too.

Thanks billy.

That's helpful. I'm just saying.

You know, there's not Many who'd

Risk their necks For me.

What'd ben say to Get you out here?

Years ago we were Huntin' buffalo in texas.

Your brother and I.

Sweetwater.

There was a saloon In town,

Dancer,

Molly brennan.

Spent most of my nights There just to be near her.

One night, I got into It with a

Cavalry sergeant,

Mean old drunk.

He pulled on me.

It all happened So fast.

His friends would have Finished me for good,

If your brother hadn't Been there

To hold them off.

What about molly?

What happened to her?

She was standing Right behind me.

I held her while she Bled to death.

I think I'll get Us a drink.

[sliding out chair]

[soft grunting]

Well, howdy marshal. You're in early.

Just got a telegram from

Sheriff deprieste Up in ogallala.

There's a couple of jailbirds

Might be headin' our way.

Dangerous.

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Do I know you?

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You boys new in town?

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Just passin' through.

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What is your name, Mister?

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Now, I asked you a question.

What's your name?

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Bill cody: bat masterson, Is it?

It is you!

What in blazes are you doin' Up here?

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Chronicles" theme] ♪

I asked you a question.

What is your name?

Bill cody: bat masterson, is it?

Why, it is you!

What in blazes are you Doin' up here?

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Bat? It- it's me.

Bill cody.

What are you doin' Up in nebraska?

Colonel cody, You know this man?

Uh, he does not.

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Sorry mister. You got me wrong.

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Seems that way.

Beggin' your pardon.

Marshal, I am just plumb Awful with faces these days,

You know what I mean.

Hey there, everyone.

Well, if it isn't the celebrated

Buffalo bill entertainment Troupe.

Bill cody: well, excuse me young Lady.

Would you mind come ticklin' the Ivories for us? Thank you.

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All right and you, Lovely darlin',

Right this way, please And thank you very much.

Hey- - what???

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Hey, you were sayin' - you know what mister marshal?

It sure is wonderful To run into you today.

Say, have you ever seen

Mr. Spalding's amazing egg Trick?

No, really, It's guaranteed to amaze.

Hey young lady, Come over here.

I want you to take care of This gentleman right here.

Hey, there we go.

All right everyone.

Next round's on Buffalo bill!

[cheering]

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[applause]

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Well,

Stranger.

What's your trouble?

Bat: sorry about That bill.

My friend and I Need to lay low.

♪ [saloon music] ♪

Well I- suppose you could

Throw in with Us, if you want to.

Puttin' together A new show.

It's travelin' All over.

Could really use You, bat.

Yeah, it's Tempting.

We need to get back To dodge and fast.

Well,

Suppose I could

Lend you the use Of a couple horses,

Providing of course You maybe

Come shoot for me In my arena one day, huh?

I'd be in your debt.

Well-

We all in it To somebody, ain't we?

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I wasn't sure we'd ever Make it back.

You and me both.

You know first thing I'm gonna do?

Is cable that sheriff

Tell him where he Can come find me.

I'm jokin'.

You know...

No one's gonna bother Tellin' you this,

But it might just Save your life.

You stay on this path, It's gonna happen again.

Different town, Different bar.

And who's gonna be there To save you next time?

The measure of a man Is the friends he keeps.

It's time for you To measure up.

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Billy thompson settled in texas,

Where he and his wife Raised 9 children.

He died at the age of 52.

William eugene lewis, The general manager

And president of the New york morning telegraph

Promoted his friend bat Masterson, to vice president.

Masterson served The newspaper for 18 years.

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So?

What do you think?

I don't think we Can publish it bat-

I'm sorry.

Gene.

You hired me to tell True stories of the west.

Even the ugly Parts.

Don't you think our Readers deserve the truth?

Unvarnished.

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I want a draft On my desk tomorrow.

No promises.

Thanks boss!

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