All language subtitles for The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp S01E01

♪ I'll tell you a story ♪

♪ A real, true life story ♪

♪ A tale of the Western frontier ♪

♪ The West, it was lawless, but one man was flawless ♪

♪ And his is the story you'll hear ♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ When he came to Kansas ♪

♪ To settle in Kansas ♪

♪ He planned on a peaceable life ♪

♪ Some goods and some chattel ♪

♪ A few head of cattle ♪

♪ A home and a sweet, loving wife ♪

♪ 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 ♪

This is the beginning of the story of Wyatt Earp,

the greatest of the old fighting peace officers,

a real Western hero.

So great was his character

and so complete his skill at living with danger

that he became a legend in his own lifetime.

In the hard world of the Western Frontier,

with all its bad men and outlaws,

Wyatt Earp became the peacemaker.

As a Marshal, he went up against the worst of them,

and the stories they tell about him are
doubly fabulous because they're true.

This is Ellsworth, Kansas, 1873.

Don't let the peacefulness deceive you.

It was about as ornery a little town
as you'd find outside of Dodge City.

It was run by the Thompsons, a notorious
gang of frontier gamblers and killers.

Most of the decent people had pulled stake,
and the ones who remained were afraid.

When Wyatt Earp first rode into Ellsworth, he was
fresh from hunting buffalo on the great plains.

He was just a peaceful young
man looking for a place to wash up.

Not too much, now.

It's good, huh?

Had enough?

And remember, stranger, anybody that deals
a game at Ellsworth cuts with the Thompsons.

You've got guns.

Stop to do something.

Not my fight, but you're welcome to use my guns.

Don't say it.

I know what you're thinking.

I'm going to say it.

What are you going to do about this Whitney?

Nothing. Real cowboys I can handle, but not this kind.

I'm too old. That's why I sent for young Earp.

Young, you say?

Well, he ought to be 24, 25 by this time.

A real trigger happy gunfighter, huh?

No, he's not a gunfighter.

I've known him most of his life
and have known his folks, too.

I'm not even sure he'll take the job, but if he
would, it'll make this a better town to live in.

What makes you sure he can handle this crowd?

He rode shotgun for Wells Fargo out in California.

Never lost a dime or a passenger.

And when it comes to pulling down a buffalo

I think we ought to leave things alone.

I do business with these men.

Good business.

So do you.

If I have to run a newspaper
with their patronage, I'll close up.

Well, I hope this Earp comes soon, Whitney.

My name's Wyatt Earp.

I'm looking for Sheriff Whitney.

Ain't here.

Hey, Mr. Earp!

Well, if it isn't Mr. Masterson.

What's the matter? Don't you like the beds in the hotel?

You joshin'? The judge gave me ten days or $50,

and I didn't even have $0.50 after...

After what?

After I lost my money in a poker game.

You just can't beat a crooked game, Mr. Earp!

You got any objection to my
paying Mr. Masterson's fine?

Mr. Masterson? Why, that young rascal tears and ...

I'd like to pay his fine.

It's your money, Mister.

Much obliged, Mr. Earp.

Don't mention it, Mr. Masterson.

What's you doing elsewhere, Mr. Earp?

Well, I'm not right sure.

Mr. Whitney sent word he wanted to see me.

It's Sheriff Whitney, now.

Now, that's what I hear.

Who talked to men of that?

Mary Miller, and the church people across the tracks.

Somebody had to take it.

Mr. Whitney's a might elderly for the job.

From what I hear, this is a right bad town.

Bad.

If you stay around here, you'll see the
primeest gun fights outside of Abilene.

Four men got killed last week.

Three the week before, in a poker game.

Speaking of poker, how much money did you lose?

$150.

Or there abouts.

Profession?

Sure, but I'm no cry-baby, Mr. Earp.

Man's got to learn sometime.

That's right.

- You think that game might still be running?
- Guess so.

- Where?
- Um, Shannon's Bar.

Come on.

I thought you had to see Sheriff Whitney.

Oh, that can wait.

You know, I got a great respect for poker.

Honest poker, that is.

You might say I'm real fond of it.

No, Mr. Earp!

Chad Pearson, George Pushard run that game.

They ride with the Thompsons.

They're both mean and awful fast with their guns.

You want your money back, don't you?

- How many, dealer?
- Give me two.

Three.

Two.

The two on the right.

Three queens.

Well, that's enough for me.

Some manners.

- Don't you want to stay to get even?
- Some other time.

You stay out of this.

- Do you mind if I sit in?
- Table stakes, mister. It'll cost you $100.

You didn't deal me the top card.

- You sure you want to say that, sonny?
- I'll put it a little plainer.

I think you deal a crooked game.

Same goes for you.

Don't try it.

Now get out, both of you.

Go on.

Both of you.

Boy, you sure drew a royal flush, Mr. Earp.

It's all yours.

All I want is my $100 and $150 they took from you.

Losers in the game divide the rest.

Help yourself, gents.

Why'd you let them off? Why didn't you kill them?

- No point in that.
- Huh?

Well, they stole your money and I got it back.

- You lost $150?
- No, not quite that much.

- How much?
- $31. All I had.

The rest was bragging.

Well, now, that took real courage to tell me that, Mr. Masterson.

I'm proud you're my friend.

Yeah, but you should have killed them.

They'll tell Ben Thompson and his brother
Bill that you draw fast but you don't shoot.

Well, when a man keeps on pulling his gun, you shoot.

But if you get the drop on him and he quits...no.

- Did you get that from the Bible or McGuffy's reader?
- I believe it's mentioned in both.

Oh, you'd better check these at the hotel for me.

You better keep 'em on, Mr. Earp.

I'm not looking for trouble.

Yes, sir.

Wyatt, my boy!

Mr. Whitney!

I started right off to find you, but I kind of got sidetracked.

Yes, I know.

Gee, sit down and rest yourself a mite,
will you? I got a lot to talk to you about.

Well, it won't take too much persuading to sell me some cattle.

Cattle? No, that isn't what I had in my mind.

Wyatt, I sent for you to take my job.

What?

You sure do make it awful tough, Mr. Whitney.

I owe you for a lot of favors.

I just don't see me wearing a star.

Well, is that so outlandish? I
knew you were folks back in Illinois.

A lot of lawyers in the Earp family.

Your father was a judge.

That's right.

But the Earps have done their share for the law.

Anyway.

The law out here means trouble.

You get enough of that without going looking for it.

Well, if that's the way you really feel about it.

Yes, sir, it is.

I sure don't like to turn you down, but all I want to do now is buy
myself a little cattle spread and sit back and watch the steers go fat.

Sounds good.

But let me ask you something.

Why did you go up against two of the
best gunslingers in the Thompson outfit?

Because they cheated back.

I don't think that was the real reason.

No? What, then?

A sense of rightness. It was born in you.

Some men have it, some don't.

Now, look, Mr. Whitney, I'm
sorry, but I just don't want the job.

I can't say as I really blame you.

One man hasn't much chance to civilize the hoodlum cow town.

But if you won't do me the big favor, will you do me a little one?

Yes, sir.

Get out of Ellsworth real fast.

After that gun play you made...

Uh-oh.

Ben and Bill Thompson.

Is that the great Wyatt Earp, Whitney?

Now, don't get nervous, Ben. He isn't wearing his guns.

Better check yours at the hotel, too.

Is this the fool kid you're trying to make sheriff?

What are you trying to do, pull a joke on us, Whitney?

Joke's on me, Bill. He won't take my job.

Go ahead and take it, sonny.

Run us out of town with your bare hand.

I'm not looking to cause any trouble for Mr. Whitney.

I'll let him run me out of town.

That satisfy you?

- Yeah.
- Well, that don't satisfy me.

You all make small of us with your jokes.

You better cool off, Bill. You're drunk.

Give me the gun.

Sure, I'll give it to you.

I've been wanting to give it to you for a long time.

You mettlin' old fool.

At least I got me a sheriff.

Come on, get out of town.

I'll cover for you.

♪Now, he wasn't partial to being a marshal, ♪
♪but fate went and dealt him his hand. ♪

♪ While outlaws were looting and killing and shooting. ♪
♪ he knew that he must take a stand. ♪

♪ Oh, Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Long may his story be told. ♪

The other side, Miller.

We got this town treed.

He says he's going out there and arrest Ben
Thompson if he can find two guns that suit him.

- Are you Wyatt Earp?
- Yes, sir.

I'm Vic Miller, Mayor. Sheriff Whitney was my best friend.

He was mine, too.

- Did you come here without guns?
- No, sir.

I checked them at the hotel.

The Sears are rusted on most of these.

I just heard about it.

Why the back door, Mr. Crawford?

I need help, Mr. Mayor.

You could have shot Bill Thompson from behind a fence.

You let him get away.

The thing to do is form a posse.

Ben Thompson's the fastest hand with a Colt and...

Ah, let's see your gun.

Give it to Mr. Earp.

Aw, the dog's filed off.

I know I can just let the hammer go. I tend to shoot too quick.

Maybe you ain't aiming to shoot at all.

I guess I'll have to use these.

I brought your guns, Mr. Earp.

- You hurt?
- Felt like I stopped a couple, but I guess I didn't. I'm okay.

Needlessly reckless, Mr. Masterson.

You gotta come in by the alley like Marshal Crawford.

One minute, Ben said, then he'll shoot up my store.

If Earp fires just one shot, they'll burn the town.

That might be a good thing.

Here, you better wear this.

I won't need it.

I think Mr. Whitney would have liked you to.

Hey, Miller.

The great Wyatt Earp's got his guns now, so send him out here.

Don't walk into that shotgun, Mr. Earp.

Shoot quick.

If he ain't out here in a minute, I'm coming in and get 'im.

Ya hear that, Earp?

He didn't run.

Back, Ben, get him now.

Ain't you kind of fool hardy, son?

Letting Miller pin a star on you and send you out here?

You guys stay out of this, all of you.

You come far enough, Earp.

What do you expect me to do?

Throw your shotgun on the road, put up your hands
and tell your friends to stay out of this play.

Stop and let me talk to you.

What are you going to do with me?

Kill you or take you to jail.

The minute I give this gun up, someone will cut loose at me.

If they do, I'll give you back your gun and we'll shoot it out with them.

As long as you're my prisoner, the
man who gets you has got to get me.

You're going after my brother?

I don't waste my time.

Now, throw down your gun.

or make your fight.

All right, the rest of you men move back.

Go on, move!

Come on, Ben.

We'll go over to the Calipers.

I think I could have gotten you.

Ah, that isn't what you were thinking.

No?

No, you figured I might get you.

If you had, my men would have shot you down.

Yeah, but you'd be dead.

And who'd look after your brother, Bill?

What are you, a mind reader?

No, but I got brothers too.

I can understand how you'd try and save them from the rope, if you could.

I agree with the judge.

Well, I don't agree with you, Judge, and I want...

Well, Ben, What's the change this time?

I guess we better let the new man speak his peace.

He's the one that arrested me.

All right, son.

His brother Bill killed Sheriff Whitney.

Ben helped him get away. That makes him accessory to the murder.

Bill did this, not Ben.

Why didn't you organize a posse and go after Bill?

It would be kind of stupid, sir.

Oh, it would?

Yes, sir.

You just put Ben in jail where he belongs, and
Bill's bound to come back and try to spring him.

When he does, I'll arrest him and you can hang him.

Oh, now, I ask you, Judge, is that legal?

No, and it'll lower the dignity of this court.

Your dignity!

Mr. Earp arrested Thompson at the risk of his life.

Order.

I know how you feel, Mr. Mayor.

Mr. Bibi, what do you say about this?

Well, I think Ben ought to be fined for disturbing the peace.

And that's all.

Ben, you agree to take your crowd out of town right away?

Sure do.

All right.

$25 fine.

$3 costs.

Do I get my guns back, Judge?

Yeah. Uh, Sheriff...uh, what's your
name? Return Mr. Thompson's guns to him.

Court's adjourned.

Well, I didn't know you were in cahoots with a judge.

Don't put them on until you get out of town.

Of course not.

Promised to judge, didn't I? Come on, we're ridin'.

Just a cheap hunk of tin.

Mr. Whitney didn't die for much, did he?

I know how you feel, but I sure
wish you'd give us another chance.

No, thanks.

Mr. Earp? We're going to get a new judge at the next
election and some good officers to help keep order.

My job is hunting buffalo.

I don't get quite $25 a head for them,
but then again, I don't have to bury them.

Good day, gentlemen.

I'll learn ya not to call Ben Thompson yellow.

I can handle it, Mr. Earp.

Get up again and I'll hurt ya.

You're under arrest.

Who is it?

Marshal Crawford.

I thought you were still hidin'.

You won't be so brave when
Judge Osborne gets through with you.

And this fella Earp knocked Peak
Logan unconscious with a barrel of a 45.

That's a lie. He did it with his fist.

Order.

That means you keep your mouth shut.

Well, Mr. Earp, who is stupid now?

You are, sir.

That's just what I wanted to hear.

I find you $50 for felonious assault, and I sentence
you to 30 days in jail for contempt of this court.

That's the law for you.

Mr. Earp ran your friends out of town single-handed, so you got...

Shut up!

You get 15 days in jail.

For what?

Vagrancy.

Lock 'em up.

So they call this justice.

He started bragging that Ben Thompson had left
several gunslingers in town to take care of you.

So I asked him why Ben didn't stay himself.

Now, is that vagrancy, Mr. Earp?

No.

Well, just what is vagrancy?

Well, if you play in poker and you win, you're a sporting man.

But if you lose, you're a vagrant.

So you're in jail for being honest and I'm here for being poor.

What kind of law is that?

Just the Ellsworth brand. But
it could have been a lot worse.

How?

Well, they, uh...they could have
caught you drawin' to an inside strait.

Well, what is it now, Miller? I'm in a hurry.

Just a little story I'm telegraphing to the capital.

The governor might like it for his paper.

I thought you might like to look it over.

"No law west of Newton. No god west of Dodge."

Well, that means Elsa.

Are you aiming to get me in trouble with the governor?

I don't think you've got the nerve.

Until today, I don't think I did have.

Shyster judge.

The law on Ellsworth is a
farce. Why, that's...that's libelous!

No, that's blackmail.

What is it you want?

Wyatt Earp and young Masterson.

What's wrong, Mr. Earp?

Marshal Crawford and the judge sure
left in an awful hurry by the back door.

They're scared of you.

The judge and the Thompson brothers
can't afford to have us run it over him.

Logan told Bat here that there
was somebody gunning for me.

And here it comes.

Get away from me, both of you.

Go on.

You in a hurry to leave town, Mr. Earp?

Nope.

Ben says we've had enough of you.

So does Judge Osbourne.

What do you think?

Get out.

Why, you dirty...ogh!

Get Ben to teach you to shoot with both hands.

C'mon, Pat, help me pick 'em up.

Yes, sir.

I guess I better wear that star before the judge
can throw me in jail for disturbing the peace.

Primeest gunfight I ever saw!

Thompson caught his gunsight in the holster.

Pierce hurried his aim and got off a wild shot.

So what happened to Bashar?

Ah, he was left-handed.

Go on, men, take 'em to jail.

Much as I hate losing good customers, Mr. Earp,

it'll be a pleasure having you around.

Can you imagine that? The odds
were three to one against you, Mr. Earp.

Well, let's forget about gunfighting odds, Mr. Masterson.

I've noticed that you give very
little thought to the odds in poker.

Now, do you realize that the odds
against your drawing a straight flush

are 65,000 to one, and in drawing to one pair, the
odds against you improving that hand are 360 to one?

It's a risky business, poker.

♪ 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 ♪