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* Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp

* Brave, courageous,
and bold *

* Long live his fame
and long live his glory *

* And long may his
story be told *

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[Narrator]
Uyatt Earp,

in his first few months as
Marshal of Wichita, Kansas,

had done many things.

And now he was faced
with a recurring problem

of the crooked gambling houses
and their untiring effort

to separate the cowboy
from his money.

Reloading cartridges?

Mm-hmm.

City gives you all
the factory loads you ask for.

They don't have
this new type bullet.

Made of copper?

Copper-jacketed.

What's the idea,
Marshal?

Well, there are
a lot more accurate
than the lead kind.

They don't smash
a man up so bad.

That's the whole idea
of a .45.

Smash a man up
and drop him in his tracks,

ain't it?

That's not my idea.

All I want to do

is discourage 'em
from shooting.

And these'll do it.

Mr. Marshal Earp?

Yes'm?

Is it true what they say?

That you're a durn Yankee?

Who says that?

Mr. Billy Joe Omohondro
told me.

Billy Joe's in bad trouble.

I don't suppose
you'd help a Southern boy.

[chuckling]

Are you poking fun at me?

Uh, Mr. Leggett, would you
please go check the jail?

Yes, Marshal.

I'd, uh,
help a Southern boy

just as soon as I'd help
anybody else, ma'am.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

Now,
what's your problem?

My name is
Miss Melinda Carey

and I work at the Palace
on Main Street.

What do you do there?

The boys like me
and when they gamble,

they give me part
of their winnings

for my hope chest.

In other words,
you're a shill, huh?

I am not! I'm a hostess.

What I want
to talk to you about--

Well, let's not
discuss it here.

We'll go over to my office.

Well, then, let me
get this straight.

You say that Billy Joe
sold $8,500 worth of cattle

and then he lost all of that
gambling at the Palace.

Is that right?
In a crooked game.

And most of that money
didn't belong to Billy Joe?

No, sir.
Most to his family.

Now Billy Joe says
he can't go home
in such a disgrace.

He says he's gonna
shoot Mr. Dave Bennett

for cheating him and--
and then shoot himself.

[crying]

And, uh, you wouldn't
want that, would you?

I don't care if he does
shoot Mr. Dave Bennett.

But us folks take suicide
very serious.

It's dishonorable.

And I am fond
of Billy Joe,
Mr. Earp.

Well, uh, wasn't it you
that shilled Billy Joe
into that crooked game?

No, sir!
I warned him against it.

I don't shill Southern boys.

Oh.

Just "durn Yankees," huh?

Well...

Well, uh, I guess
I better talk to him.

I'm, uh, acquainted
with Mr. Bennett.

If he's running
a crooked gambling place,

I guess I should
know about it.

Now, where can I find
Billy Joe?

He's got a room
at the Texas Hotel.

You better hurry
before he--

Now, don't worry about it.
I'll take care of it.

Come on.

[knocking]

Who is it?

Wyatt Earp.

You Mr. Billy Joe Omohondro?

Yes, sir.

Miss Melinda tells me
you had a little money trouble

down at the Palace Saloon,

and doesn't think you
ought to gun Mr. Bennett.

Why would you care?

Oh, 'cause you might
botch up the job

and get yourself all hurt.

Just one less Southerner.

You'd be mighty pleased.

I'll tell you,
Mr. Omohondro,

you're just about the age
of my younger brother, Morgan.

I don't care whether
you're from the North,
East, West or South.

But I do care about
crooked gamblers

cheating young fellas
like you out of your money.

Now, I'm not a friend
of Mr. Bennett's.

Oh?

Oh, he tried to
run me out of town.

I had to crack him
over the head a couple times.

Good Yank!

I'm sorry, Mr. Earp.

That's mine.

I had me some new models
like your'un,

but when Bennett
cleaned me out, he--

You don't care.

You just came here
to make small of me.

Now, look, I don't want to
have to fight the Civil War

all over again just for you.

Now, do you want
your money back
or don't you?

Yes, sir, I want it back.

All right.

You think there might be
some Southern gentlemen

in the bar downstairs?

I reckon.
Yes, sir.

Let's go have a talk
with them.

Thank you, Joe.

Well, here's our share,
Mr. Earp.

$960.

Well, thank you,
gentlemen, for the loan.

I'll just mark this money,

and then
Mr. Omohondro and I

will push along over
to the Palace Saloon

and prove that Mr. Bennett
was cheating.

Just one thing
worries me, Earp.

I can guess what it is.

I'm a Yankee, huh?

Well, do any of you remember
who threatened to resign

from the United States Army
when the carpetbaggers

wanted try Lee and Davis
for treason?

Well, Grant and Sherman.

That's right.

So, uh, let's have peace,
you all.

[laughter]

All right.
Let's play some cards.

Hope for the best.

10 on the odd.

5 on 13.

And 5 on the red.

All bets down.

Let her go.

22 black, even.

Mr. Bennett! Mr. Bennett!

It's an old trick.

This brake stops the wheel.

It's hooked up to
a push button on the floor.

What's the trouble, Earp?

You.

You want to explain this
here or in your office?

Explain?
Are you suggesting--

I'm not suggesting.
I'm telling.

Leave it alone!

Put it on the table.

I want your cash box.

Give it to him.

my office,
if you don't mind.

All right.

$960.
All marked money.

All right, Mr. Bennett,

I want $8,500 more.

You and the kid
are framing me!

Now get the money.

[chattering]

Excuse me.

Billy Joe,

here's your $8,500.

Gentlemen, here's the $960
you contributed.

Thank you, sir.

I sure do thank you
kindly, Mr. Earp.

May we apologize for saying
you favor Yankees?

Thank you, sir.

You run back to the hotel.

I'll join you
in a little while.

Yes, sir.
But I--
Go on.

Do you need any help?

I think Mr. Bennett's
had enough trouble.

I still say you framed me.

Well, don't say it again.

I'm giving you
a break, Bennett.

If I hear any more
complaints from this place,

I'm gonna close it
and you're gonna leave town.

Gentlemen.

Who tipped Earp off?

One of the shill girls?

None of 'em
would do that.

Let me see who was
shilling the kid.

Give me the chip box.

What was the name
of the Southern girl?

Melinda.

The yellow chips
belong to Melinda

and Billy Joe was
playing with yellow chips.

I'll check on Melinda.

[knocking]

Come in.

Hi, Mr. Earp.
Hi.

Heading for home, huh?

Yes, sir.

But I--

Well, what if Bennett
finds out Miss Melinda

talked to you?

Well, he won't
if you just leave town

and don't see her again.

Yes, I know.

But it wldn't be
gentlemanly.

Sit down, Mr. Omohondro.

I want you
to do me a favor.

To begin with, are you
in love with Miss Melinda?

No, sir.

Well, that is,

I haven't declared
any serious intentions.

I-I'd have to ask
my folks.

Now you think your family's
gonna like the idea

of you marrying a girl
that works in the saloon
and a gambling hall?

No, sir.
Don't reckon they would.

But I've got to do
the right thing, Mr. Earp.

I can't hardly just
ride out of town

if Miss Melinda's
in trouble on account of me,

now can I?

For her sake, it might be
the smartest move to make.

But what will
she think of me?

My leaving town
without even saying "Bye"?

Now, why don't you just
write her a little note

and leave it
in the office downstairs

and I'll see
that she gets it.

Well, if you think
that's the best way

to keep her out of trouble.

I do.

Hope you have a good ride.

And by the way,

if you're gonna
be packing a gun,

you better get yourself
a new model Colt.

Thing's liable
to blow up in your hand.

[soft knocking]

Who is it?

[loud whisper]
Billy Joe, ma'am.

You shouldn't!

It's compromising.

I know, Miss Melinda.

But I just couldn't
leave town

without thanking you
personally.

Well, you are very sweet.

I was just reading
your note.

Mr. Earp gave it to me
not ten minutes ago.

Yes'm.

I broke a promise.

Sure hope you won't tell
Mr. Earp I came here.

Of course not.

He doesn't understand
us folks from the South.

I bought me some new guns.

Colt .45s.

If you feel you're in
any danger, I'll--

Danger. You talk
like Mr. Earp.

"Under no circumstances

"should you
admit to Dave Bennett

that you tipped me off."

Oh, dear. You men.

Guns and danger
and solemn faces.

How come you're so brave?

Fiddlesticks.

Mr. Dave Bennett is
a Yankee crook and a coward.

Would any Southern man
let Mr. Earp

pull his roulette table
to pieces

and call him a cheat
in public?

I declare, honey,

you do try a girl's patience

talking of gunfighting
and doing away with yourself.

I-I'm--

Look what you've done.

Miss Melinda,

will you do me the honor
of becoming my wife?

No matter what your mama
thinks about it?

No matter
what anybody thinks.

Well, you are awful sweet,
Billy Joe.

Still and all,

I'm not rushing into
an important thing like this.

Yes, you are.

I'm riding straight home
and tell the family.

Please, Billy Joe.

I'll be waiting.

Five days it'll take me.
That's all.

Five days.

[horse galloping away]

[knocking]

Who is it?

Dave Bennett.

Go away.

It wouldn't sound good
if I had to kick this door in.

I'll let you in.

Now say what you
have to say and get out.

You're fired.
All right.

And don't think you're gonna
marry this Southern boy.

I'll pin a label on you
and it'll cost you a husband.

If you dare to tell him!

You can pack your clothes
and move on to Dodge.

You're through in Wichita.

I've been hunting
a good cadaver

to send to the medical school
for weeks and weeks.

So what do you
keep bringing me?

Patients like this.

Not serious, huh?

Not a chance
he'll make a die of it.

Wyatt.
Hmm?

Joe Quack will let me
bleed to death

if you don't watch him.

[groaning]
Quack, am I?

Hey, take it easy, Doc.

Tin horn, cold-decking
gambler like him.

Talking about quacks!

I think he fainted.

Good.

Keep his mouth shut.

Helps relax
the deltoid muscles.

Hey. The dang bullet
went all the way through

and lodged against
the left clavicle.

Have to turn him over
on his back.

Easy now.

No. It bounced off
the clavicle

and is lodged
right under the skin.

See the lump?

You gonna take it out?

I don't know.

I ought to leave it in

and let the ornery cuss
suffer a lot of pain.

But...I'm a doctor.

I never saw one like this.

Copper-jacketed, ain't it?

Copper-jacketed?
Let me see that.

Gold colored.

You awake?

Why don't you faint again?

Wyatt's got a belt full
of bullets just like that.

Go on, explain it, Earp.

Sure, Bennett,
I gunned ya.

In the back?
Oh, you're kidding.

Very funny.

By the time Earp gets through
covering his tracks,

this town'll be full
of copper-jackets.

I don't think so.

I've got the only ones
like these.

Give 'em here.

Dave's been trying to get
something on you for weeks.

I'll plant this thing
so deep in his gizzard that--

No, Doc!

But thanks
for the offer.

Give me the bullet.

You gonna accuse me
of gunning you?

Just as soon as I can
get to the courtroom.

And now, Marshal Earp,

there's just one point
in this affair

which we don't seem
to have covered.

Where were you
at about 2 a.m.

on the night
of the shooting?

Well, I was just
turning into the alley,

making my regular rounds.

And how far were you
from the rear

of Mr. Bennett's establishment
when this shot was fired?

About 40 yards,
I'd say.

You didn't see
the shot fired

or who fired it?

I heard the shot, sir.

But I didn't see
who fired it. I--

There wasn't anybody
in the alley at the time,

except Mr. Bennett.

I saw him stagger and fall
and I ran over to him--

One moment.

Did Mr. Bennett say anything
that would lead you to believe

he knew who
his assailant was?

No, Your Honor.
Hmm.

Mr. Bennett has made
a grave charge against you,
Marshal Earp.

The evidence is
entirely circumstantial.

But the court has no choice

but to relieve you
of your duties,

pending a full inquiry.

Court is adjourned.

You didn't gun Bennett
and the judge knows it.

The whole town knows it.

Sure.

Looks like the proof
is up to me.

I'm gonna go up the street.

Put that on.
You're acting marshal.

I'll leave it
on your desk.

Wyatt?

It was those Johnny Rebs,
wasn't it?

Just one of 'em.

You know his name?

Not so sure it was a he.

Why, it's Mr. Earp.

Leaving town?

No.

Just want to have
a little talk with
Miss Melinda.

A private talk.

Tell him
you're not talking.

You've got no star.

You're just
a plain citizen now.

I said in private.

Let's not lose
our temper,
Mr. Marshal.

Wait on the platform, boys.
No.

You get far away from me
and stay away.

Where you heading,
Miss Melinda?

Dodge City.

Mr. Bennett ordered you
out of town, huh?

You really are mixed up.

I decided it wouldn't
be healthy here.

Nick and Pat
came along to guard me,

in case Mr. Bennett acted
difficult about my leaving.

Any more personal questions?

Just two.

Was it you that gunned
Mr. Bennett or Billy Joe?

Wha-- What impertinence!

I declare!

Because if it was Billy Joe,

I've gotta go after him.

It's gonna be a long ride

and I'm not gonna be
in a good humor

when I get there.

You don't scare me.

All right.

I know what the truth
is now.

But you can't prove it.

Melinda, honey.
Mr. Earp.

I thought you left town
hours ago.

Yes, sir.

But I heard on the trail
that you were in trouble

because of Mr. Bennett.

Tell him the truth.

Mr. Omohondro,

I think she's the one
that gunned Mr. Bennett.

That's ridiculous.

I did it.

I'm the one you want.

I don't want
either one of ya.

Mr. Earp,
why are you sore, sir?

I can clear
your good name.

I'll confess and they'll
put you back in office.

You go tell the judge that.

Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.

I will.

Did you really shoot
Mr. Dave Bennett, Billy Joe?

Well, I'm right
proud of you.

Why on earth would
the marshal think it was me?

Mr. Earp is a Yankee
with no respect

for a woman's honor.

Don't confess it,
Billy Joe!

He's not worth it.

Get on your horse
and ride away.

No, honey.

Us folks pays our debts
of money or gratitude.

You are awful sweet,
Billy Joe.

Judge, Your Honor,
Squire, Sire--

I was so plumb provoked
at that fellow, Judge,

well, I reckon
I just lost my head.

One point, though.

I did ask Mr. Bennett
to turn around

and shoot it out
fair and square.

But he kept on running
and I shot him.

I see.

[clears throat]

Mr. Leggett,
did you send for Marshal Earp?

Yes, Your Honor.

About 15 minutes ago.

He should be here
any second.

Hmm.

Mr. Omohondro.
Yes, sir?

How old are you?

21 years, 3 months,
and 8 days, sir.

Assault with a deadly weapon

and intent to kill.

Of course,
you did own up to it

and, uh--

Oh, Marshal Earp.

This young man
has made a full confession.

It clears you
and the court here and now

removes you from suspension.

There's your badge,
Marshal.

Well, I'm sorry, Judge,

but I don't think
Billy Joe did it.

How's that?

No, sir.

I think he's lying
to protect a girl.

Mr. Earp, I must ask you
to be a gentleman and--

You can't
come in here, ma'am.

I can too come in here.

I'm not scared
of Yankee judges
and marshals.

You take your hands
off me!
Leave her go, Sam.

I thank you kindly,
Mr. Marshal Earp.

Melinda, what on earth
are you--
Hush up, Billy Joe.

You the judge?
I did it.

This is the weapon
I used,

and I'm not letting
this sweet boy suffer

for something I did.

It's still got
the empty shell

and two of Mr. Earp's
gold-colored bullets.

I stole them
from this desk yesterday

because I didn't have any.

A lady can't properly buy
cartridges.

Melinda, please!

Order.

These belong to you?

Yep.

[crying]

I'm coming back to Wichita
and marrying Melinda.

You mean after she's free.

Why down South a judge
wouldn't even sentence her.

Well, I don't think our judge
is gonna be too tough on her.

Why not?

Because it just so happens

that Judge Jewett's wife
is from Charleston,
South Carolina.

No fooling?

Please, sir,
tell Mrs. Jewett

that I forgive her
for marrying a Yankee.

[chuckling]

That's the proof of it.

The good Lord,
he loves the South.

So long, Mr. Earp.

So long, Billy Joe.

* 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 *

* 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

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