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what are you going to do?

Do you hear that mob out there?

You are going to save Hurley?

I don't know.

He and Doc started this riot.

Mr. Earp, they had to.

Hurley needs the experience.

Look, his whole career depends on his learning the real west.

Can't you understand that?

He didn't have to start a riot.

Hal, you go fetch the prisoner.

We'll turn him over to her folks.

No! No, I'll go out there myself,

and they can shoot me.

They're just drunk enough to do that. You cover me.

♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪

♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪

♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪

♪ And long may his story be told ♪

The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp, starring Hugh O'Brian.

Marshal Earp thought he had Dr. John H. Holliday

safely established as a patient

in a Colorado sanitarium.

Doc needed a rest to cure his lung trouble,

and Wyatt needed a rest from Doc

and his cantankerous warfare

against the respectable citizens of Dodge City.

But a greenhorn by the name of Hurley Abbott

caused a new battle in the war between Holliday and Dodge...

With Wyatt in the middle.

Hurley, stop it!

Hurley, get off, please!

He's going to throw you and stomp you.

Hurley, get off!

Oh, Hurley, are you hurt?

Oh, darling, i'm...

I'm all right.

Oh, you wicked beast!

No, Etta, no.

He just didn't want me to ride him.

Come on, honey.

Let's get out of the corral.

Artist, huh?

Well, I've seen enough.

Hugh,

Hurley and I are engaged.

- No. - You're leaving, Mr. Abbott.

Don't you dare hit him!

Easy now, Etta.

Mister, there's a train out of Dodge City

in about two hours.

You got just about time to catch it.

I'll leave your property, Mr. Jackson.

But I'll stay in Dodge.

That's right, Hurley.

And I'll see you in Dodge.

Right.

Uncle George,

Hurley's an artist.

And he's going to be famous someday.

But you just can't understand that.

All you know are horses and cattle.

And you're just as stupid!

You ain't marrying him.

That's final.

Well, we'll see.

Let's not make it any worse, Etta.

I'm afraid I couldn't put up much of a fight.

Didn't think it would come to this.

Still got a lot to learn.

I'll learn it.

Marshal Earp...

Yes, sir?

I'm in trouble.

Could you spare me a few minutes?

What's the matter, outlaws chasing you?

I'm green, but not that green.

My name's Abbott. Hurley Abbott.

Well, howdy, Mr. Abbott. Happy to know you.

Well... you, uh...

Selling pictures?

I hope to someday.

But right now I need some advice about fighting.

- Oh? - Ned Buntline gave me this note to you.

Ned Buntline, huh?

Well, why don't we get out of this sun and wind?

We'll go inside my office.

It's kind of hot in there too,

but at least it's shady.

Tie up my horse.

And so her uncle and her brothers ordered me to leave,

which they had a legal right to do.

But Etta isn't going to stand for it.

And neither am I.

Well, why don't you just elope?

- Eh... - Go back east.

It's not that simple, Mr. Earp.

You see, I like this western country.

And I'm trying to paint it.

Well, there's a lot of country between here and California.

Now, why don't you and Miss Etta head west?

Is that what you would do?

- Well, I... - Don't be polite, Marshal.

I'm not.

I can't fight very well with my fists,

and, well, I'm clumsy with a gun.

Can't even ride a spirited horse.

And I can't draw a good map.

You know, Uncle George and the boys...

They, well, they're decent cattlemen,

but they're mighty stubborn.

Would you be allowed to teach me how to fight?

No, sir.

Oh. Well...

Could you recommend anyone?

I am not exactly a starving artist.

Well, let's think about that for a while.

Family quarrels are no good, Mr. Abbott.

I mean, even if you learned how to fight,

who would you be fighting?

You'd be fighting Miss Etta's uncle and her brothers.

And my advice is you forget it.

Oh, no. Not you.

Why'd you leave the hospital?

They asked me to leave.

Good to get back to my old friends.

Yeah.

Do you know him?

Well, I must have met him somewhere.

This one's skunky bigger.

He and I had a run-in at the Long Branch

during a card game...

Before I went to the hospital.

All right, book 'em. Attempted murder.

Come on.

Some of you men give him a hand.

Take him over to the Coroner's Office.

Mr. Earp.

Is this the great Dr. John H. Holliday?

Yeah, that's right.

This is Mr. Hurley Abbott.

Claims to be an artist.

Well, now, he is an artist...

If you did that top canvas.

Yes, thank you. Just a rough sketch.

Mr. Abbott, if you'd excuse us,

the Doctor and I have got a little visiting to do.

Hold on, Wyatt.

Abbott, you meet me down at the Long Branch

in about 10 minutes.

Delighted.

Well, I...

I see Dodge City hasn't changed one iota.

Still shooting at invalid Doctors of dentistry.

Where's Miss Kate?

Kansas City.

Buying clothes.

Say, how's that little boy, Benny... how's he doing?

He's getting well.

He has a dozen Doctors up there.

Interesting type fella, that artist.

He intrigues me.

No, Doc. Please.

Not bad.

Not bad at all.

Of course, you're no Karl Bodmer

- or Alfred Jacob Miller... - Not yet.

Well, that's not really the point.

Eh?

Miss Etta's people have warned me not to see her again.

George Jackson and the boys?

Quick tempers and slow draws,

all of 'em.

Now, you let me take care of your family problems, Abbott.

You just paint pictures.

I'm afraid you don't understand.

They insist upon a fight.

I can't let anyone else take over for me.

You, uh...

You want to kill 'em?

No, oh, God forbid.

If they come after me with guns,

I want to be able to shoot well enough

to... pfft, I don't know.

Disable them, perhaps.

Abbott, I could probably teach you how to kill a man

in six months of hard practice.

But shooting to disable...

That'd take several years.

Oh...

Well...

I think I could learn to be a good fistfighter.

And break your hand so you couldn't hold a paintbrush?

No. Now, Marshal Earp and I

will have a talk with the Jacksons.

I like this one.

Paint it in oil.

Oh... Mr. Earp.

Have you seen Hurley...

Mr. Abbott?

Yes'm.

He didn't take the train.

No, ma'am, I, uh...

I think you'll find him with Dr. Holliday.

Doc Holliday?

You mean the notorious...

Outlaw?

Dr. Holliday is an expert on art.

No, not really.

No, not really, but...

The Dr. has taken a fancy to Mr. Abbott.

Oh, dear.

Well, I'm afraid that uncle George and my brothers...

I'm sorry to have interrupted your work.

- Miss Etta. - Yes?

Look, I...

I think the only sensible thing

for you and Mr. Abbott to do is to head west.

It'll give your family time to be reconciled.

Reconciled?

They should be proud of Hurley.

Well, artists are...

Well, they're kind of a strange breed of cat

in this neck of the woods.

Uncle George and your brothers

have been taught to believe that an artist...

Well, they make kind of poor husband material.

Hurley will be as famous as George Catlin, Mr. Earp.

Well, I'm only trying to say that I think...

Wyatt.

Wyatt, that Jackson tribe's been threatening my artist.

I'm going down to give them what for.

You'd better come along. There might be shooting.

I'll... I'll borrow one of your scatterguns.

- Doc... - No time for jabber.

You ready to go?

Miss Jackson, I'd like to have you meet Dr. Holliday.

Miss Jackson?

Eh, you must be Miss Etta Jackson.

Young woman Abbott plans to marry.

Yes, I am.

And I certainly don't want my family attacked by you.

And why do you call Hurley your artist?

Well, I bought a picture from him.

Are you coming or do I have to go alone?

Will you cool off?

Now, Miss Etta, I'll try and keep the peace.

You go find Mr. Abbott

and I'll handle things here.

Now remember...

That fella may have jumped aboard the Santa Fe.

We don't want to do anything that'll make us look ridiculous.

Just mosey into Dodge casual-like.

- What about Etta? - Oh, she's sorry by now

she ever laid eyes on that paint slinger.

Come on.

You should have stayed in the hospital.

Brilliant observation.

Look, I ask you just one favor...

You let me do all the talking to Uncle George.

All right.

As long as you make my point clear.

By the way,

just what is your point?

They leave my artist and his fiancee alone.

No threats, no badgering.

I'm still trying to catch up on the short drinks

those doctors allowed me.

Here they come.

Now, you stay back here.

I don't trust your mean temper.

Frankly, Mr. Jackson,

this Abbott fellow doesn't seem like a bad sort to me.

Mr. Buntline recommended him.

Ned recommended him to us.

Pretty soon that slicker had to have his head turned.

All artists are immoral, Mr. Earp.

Eh, champagne and women.

Well, the point is that

Dr. Holliday has taken kind of a shine to Mr. Abbott.

I don't want you men to tangle with Doc.

We aren't scared.

Well, you ought to be.

Doc could kill all three of you in a draw and shoot.

How come you're on their side, Earp.

Because I think it's a foolish quarrel,

Mr. Jackson.

And I'm hired to keep the peace in Dodge.

Happens that we love Etta.

I'm sure of that, sir.

And she loves Mr. Abbott.

All right, Mr. Earp.

We respect Holliday as a killer.

Ah, we can take him!

No.

We'll be coming into Dodge to get that painter fella,

and we'll come with enough of our men

to get him and Doc Holliday too.

That's fair warning.

- Hurley? - Oh.

What are you doing with a gun?

Well, I can't let Doc Holliday fight my battles for me.

Why not?

He enjoys shooting people.

I'm supposed to be a man.

Here, watch this.

Right in the heart, see?

Of course, in a real fight,

I'd only use shoulder shots.

Yes, I see.

It's a very simple problem,

learning to shoot a pistol.

All you do is

keep your sight on the spot to be hit,

pull the weapon, and push it toward the center of focus.

That's enough. We're leaving.

- Leaving? - Marshal Earp is right.

We're getting married, Hurley,

and going farther west.

Now, darling, listen... you can paint just as well

in Arizona or new Mexico.

I can't run, my dear.

Etta...

Look, I don't approve of fighting any more than you do.

But it's a part of the frontier.

Now, how am I going to paint western life

if I haven't lived it?

One doesn't need to live the life of scoundrels

to paint scoundrels.

Look at Doc Holliday!

And paint him!

You're not even trying to understand...

No, I'm not.

I'm going to report you to marshal Earp.

Dr. Holliday return?

Yeah, him and the marshal just come in.

The Doc should be here any minute.

Ah, you shouldn't be wearing that.

Self-defense.

Hey, greener.

Take off that gun before you hurt yourself.

I've practiced handling it.

I said take it off.

He don't know no better, Preskins.

All right, then, I'll learn him.

You're the dude that's been making trouble

for the Jackson family.

Lift up your hands.

Nope.

All right, then. Draw.

Drop it!

Get his gun.

Quick!

Whenever you wing a man,

you always get his gun away from him.

He might kill you from the floor.

Good point to bear in mind.

Isn't anybody going for a Doctor?

I'll plug up the hole.

A couple of your men

can walk him over to McCarty's office.

You have a clean handkerchief?

Hmm? Oh, yes.

Who shot him?

Leonardo da Vinci here.

He drew a beautifully straight line

to the brachial plexus.

I claim self-defense, Mr. Earp.

You didn't check your gun.

Let's go.

Doc, I want to see you over in my office.

Anything important?

Yeah. A wedding.

Hurley! Hurley, what's wrong?

I had to hurt a man.

You shot him?

Didn't hurt him much. Court case is self-defense.

Oh, darling.

I don't blame you.

I blame that horrible...

You folks ready for the ceremony?

Uncle George has hired some gunfighters

to make trouble for us.

- Gunfighters? - Yes.

So we have to have the wedding right now and leave town.

It's the only sensible thing to do, Mr. Abbott.

You can't be fighting Miss Etta's own uncle and brothers.

No, I realize that now.

Good. Mr. Mayor, take over.

Now, Miss Etta,

you stand a little... here.

Mr. Abbott... and you stand up with Mr. Abbott.

And I'll stand here.

It's from Katie, Wyatt. She's sick again.

I'll just have time to catch the stage.

Of course. Anything I can do?

You can ship me some clothes to Kansas City.

I won't have a chance to pack.

I'm sorry, Doc.

Etta and I are just going to...

I know, boy. Marry the girl.

And then let 'em run you out of Dodge with a mob.

The only artist the town ever had... mobbed.

And you be sure it's done

with lots of shooting, eh, Kelly?

Now, just give Dick and me

time enough to find Etta

and start her back to the ranch.

Then shove that painter on the 6:00 train

alive or dead.

Come on, Dick. Come on.

We'll follow along in a little while.

And I now pronounce you man and wife

as provided by the law of Kansas.

Amen.

Good luck.

Oh, thank you.

May I kiss the bride?

- Congratulations. - Thanks.

Now, what's all this

about mobs chasing this young fella

out of Dodge?

Well, that's just...

Just some of Doc's joking, you know.

Well, I thought as much.

I wish you both happiness.

Oh, thank you. Mr. Mayor...

Thank you.

Now, get married again in a church...

That's my advice.

See you later, Wyatt.

Is Hurley free to go now?

Yes'm, but I think you'd both better wait here

until train time.

You mean we should hide behind your guns?

Hal...

Mr. and Mrs. Abbott, I think you'd better

wait inside there for a few minutes.

Your uncle George and one of the boys are arriving.

We'll stay right here and face them.

No. I'll do the talking first.

You looking for me?

Etta and that painter fella.

They run off?

No, sir.

Where's my sister?

I'm not hired to look after your sister.

You've probably got both of them hid somewhere

with Doc Holliday.

Didn't I warn you, Earp?

That'll do.

- What? - Stop shooting with your mouth.

Now back off.

No, he means it.

We'll soon have plenty of help.

Where's Doc Holliday?

He left town. His missus took sick in Kansas City.

Well, that's a break.

Well, here comes Dick and Uncle George.

We asked Earp, but he's covering for 'em.

Are you sure they didn't leave town with Doc Holliday?

Man says Doc left for Kansas City.

Maybe that's a trick.

We start asking questions.

Somebody'll talk.

The Doc had no right to push this thing off on me.

He wants the whole town to ride,

just so his unfunny humor will be like a...

Like a joke in a graveyard.

Yeah, Dodge don't care if Abbott paints pictures

or livery stables.

The Jackson family's well connected here.

I'm moving the bride and groom.

- Where? - First station down the Santa Fe line.

You go on inside there and tell 'em to get ready.

All right, now what is this, George?

We're looking for Etta and that fella Hurley Abbott.

Well, you're too late.

I married 'em half an hour ago.

- That's a lie! - Artists don't marry no girl.

And if they do, they got a couple of wives already.

Now you tell us where they are.

At the jail, that's where.

You go gettin' tough with Wyatt Earp,

and Etta'll be a bride with no family.

Come on, boys, let's go.

Let him go!

And at first I thought you were right, Mr. Earp.

But now I've changed my mind.

Why should we be rushed out of town like criminals?

Mr. Abbott, I've stood off mobs

when I didn't much care if I had to shoot

the whole kit and caboodle of 'em.

But I don't want to have to hurt your wife's kinfolk.

They're wrong, but...

They've done nothing to deserve

being mowed down by buckshot.

They're coming, Wyatt.

How close?

That close.

Take Mr. Abbott to his cell.

Now, just a minute, Marshal.

Look, they're not gonna hurt her.

Please!

Now, you get out of here.

No. No, I'm staying.

All right, Earp. You got one minute.

Get him out here!

Watch the window.

You are going to protect Hurley.

It's my job now, but I don't like it.

Don't your brothers and your uncle mean anything to you?

Not when they come after Hurley with guns.

Look, you got a license and you got a wedding ring.

Hal...

Bring Mr. Abbott out here.

Things get too hot, we'll turn 'em over to her folks.

No, you won't. I'll talk to them.

Cover me.

Etta! Honey!

Watch those triggers.

Uncle George, we've been secretly married for weeks.

- Married? - Ah, what if he's got other wives?

Well, he hasn't.

But if you don't call them off,

I'll say that I married a bigamist...

- Shh! - I will. I'll yell it right out loud.

- Ah... - I'll tell the biggest lie you ever...

All right, I'll call them off.

But you've got to go with us to make it look good.

You promise not to shoot Hurley?

Of course not. No family scandal.

All right, boys.

We got our little girl back.

And that painter man left town.

Get Mr. Abbott.

You fellas go on back on patrol.

Make sure everything stays quiet.

Abbott...

Where is she?

She went with her folks.

You let them take her?

No, Mr. Abbott, she's taking them.

Oh, don't you worry about it, though.

She's going to meet you later.

She told them that she'd been married for weeks.

- What? - Yeah.

And she said if they didn't call off the men

that she was gonna spread the word around that you were a bigamist.

- A bigamist? - Mm-hmm.

I kind of thought the marriage license

had had good effect, but, uh...

Well, I never thought of calling you a bigamist.

So your wife saved a lot of people from getting killed today.

Bigamy?

Why, Etta's the first girl I ever even kissed.

Oh, don't you ever admit that.

No, sir. Not even to Mrs. Abbott.

No, sir. You're an artist.

And, well, you can't disillusion people.

♪ 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 ♪