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That guy right there, that's Wyatt Earp.

The toughest son of a bitch in the West.

And right now,

he's in the middle of the most famous gunfight in history.

You might have heard of it.

The gunfight at the O.K. Corral.

But here's what you probably don't know.

This gunfight wasn't the end of a story.

Nope. It was just the beginning.

The shootout at the O.K. Corral is one of those stories

where you think you know it...

...but the more you learn about it, the crazier the story becomes.

We're going back to the old ways.

The whole Earp family got targeted as revenge following the O.K. Corral.

I'm gonna kill every one of 'em.

Wyatt's action was cold-blooded murder.

He was just overwhelmed with the desire for vengeance.

Wyatt. Please.

But this small-town feud got so big...

...it affected the entire country.

Even the president of the United States feels he has to intervene,

he has to do something.

And then J.P. Morgan got involved.

What the hell is this?

Things got so bad it threatened to spark a second Civil War.

We will not be trodden on ever again!

We were just wondering when all this is gonna stop.

I'm not stopping until Ike's dead.

This is a war that no one's heard of,

and yet it was going to determine the future of the West,

and really, the future of America.

On March 15th, 1881,

$26,000 worth of silver was loaded onto a stagecoach

to be transported across the Arizona desert.

- You good? - Yep.

Giddap.

Now, this stagecoach had made countless trips like this before.

But today was different.

The driver and a passenger were both shot dead,

and the robbers...

Well, the robbers got away.

Even for the Wild West, this was a pretty brazen crime,

and the news spread quickly...

...making its way back to the town where the stagecoach started from.

Tombstone.

Now, when you think about an Old West town,

your mind probably conjures up some dusty, dirty, lawless hellhole

that you see in old Hollywood movies.

Well, Tombstone wasn't like that at all.

It was a mecca of wealth and culture in the middle of nowhere.

Tombstone was an unusually sophisticated town for the time.

There were a lot of upper-class people.

They had reading rooms, libraries, bookstores,

and the comforts of a real town.

They even had an oyster bar.

Think about that. Oysters in the Old West.

So, how did Tombstone become the Paris of the desert?

Well, one reason and one reason alone.

Silver.

There was close to 1,000 metric tons of silver

in the hills surrounding Tombstone.

That would be worth over a billion dollars today.

There's something about that old saying,

"There's silver in them thar hills."

Why eke a living out as a dirt farmer

when suddenly you can have a pan full of silver and live like a king?

So it's part of the American dream, fortune-seeking, get rich quick,

that finally make it to a town like Tombstone, Arizona.

All right, so back to those murders.

Now, in the event of a stagecoach robbery,

or any robbery, for that matter,

there was a procedure.

First, the sheriff, the top lawman in the county,

was notified.

And in Tombstone...

that sheriff was Johnny Behan.

But it wasn't his job to chase after criminals.

Kid.

You go wake the Earps.

The day-to-day peacekeeping was done by three brothers.

Virgil, Morgan, and Wyatt Earp.

♪ I was born ♪

♪ On the seventh day alone... ♪

Virgil was the oldest, and he was the levelheaded one.

Morgan was the youngest, and he idolized his older brothers.

♪ He said, "You can run You can run, but you will find... ♪

And then there was Wyatt.

He was a man of few words

and he had his own special way of dealing with crime.

We think of him as a gunslinger, but he much preferred using his fists.

So he was very useful for keeping law and order

without shoot-outs breaking out.

Wyatt would walk right up to thugs and just punch 'em.

Usually so fast they wouldn't see it coming.

It wasn't exactly by the book,

but you couldn't argue with the results.

I mean, the guy was rough.

A little unhinged.

Wyatt! You bastard!

You could say he lived by his own moral code,

but he was determined to see justice served.

Now, Wyatt set out to catch the stagecoach robbers,

and this time it was personal.

Because one of the men who was murdered was Wyatt's close friend Bud Philpot.

Wyatt followed the horse tracks of the robbers for three days...

and one of those tracks led to a ranch,

where they found this guy, Luther King.

Gun.

Why'd you kill the driver?

Who pulled the trigger?

You give us a name, we'll work out a deal.

You didn't have to do that.

Yeah, I did.

Get your hands off me!

All right!

All right, all right!

In no time, Luther confessed to being one of the stagecoach robbers,

and even gave up the name of one of the killers, Billy Leonard.

Wyatt had no idea who this Billy Leonard was.

But there was a clue.

All right, let's go.

Hey.

Don't forget your hat.

Now, everyone out west wore hats.

But if your hat had a band made out of rattlesnake,

that meant that you were a member of a gang

that was known as the Cowboys.

Now, forget everything you know about cowboys.

You think they're heroes, right?

Like in the old John Wayne movies.

Nope.

Beginning in 1880,

the term "cowboy" became a dirty word in Arizona territory.

It meant "outlaw," "desperado," "robber," and "murderer."

You see, the Cowboys were a notorious criminal gang

that dealt in stolen cattle.

Let me explain.

Out west, beef was big business.

A cow worth three bucks in Texas was worth 60 bucks in Chicago.

Modest ranchers became cattle barons.

The railroads boomed and everyone was getting rich.

But when droughts, disease and harsh winters

began wiping out the cattle in Texas,

a gang of outlaws from Arizona started stealing cattle from Mexico.

The Cowboys were notorious

for doing a lot of midnight raids into Mexico,

stealing 500, 1,000, 1,500 heads of cattle,

hustling 'em across the US border,

then finding buyers on the black market so they could make a lot of money.

Nobody cared that they were stolen, because they were getting cheap beef.

The money flowed and the Cowboy gang grew and grew.

They were like the mafia.

And just like the mafia, they had a mob boss.

His name was Ike Clanton.

Ooh.

Ike used a dangerous mix of fear and charm to get what he wanted.

You never knew if he was going to cut your throat...

...or buy you a drink.

But one thing's for sure,

Ike could always be counted on for a good story.

I say to him, "Where the hell you been?"

And he says, "I've been at church."

And I'm thinking, "He's gone all religious."

And then he insists on taking me there.

Now, I'm getting really worried,

and sure enough, inside this church there's people singing hymns,

and at the front is the priest,

only he's stark naked

and he's a-dancing and a-hopping like a chicken on heat.

I say, "Curly, what the hell have you done?"

Ike was short-tempered, boastful,

he drank too much, he liked to go out and have fun with the Cowboys

and shoot up towns and brag and talk about how important he was.

Yet he somehow developed respect among people

for his leadership of the Cowboys.

Now, that hand is gonna be good.

I've arrested Luther King for the stagecoach robbery.

Can't say I know who that is.

I found his hat. He's one of yours.

And?

Luther named Billy Leonard.

Now, Ike knew that Billy Leonard had carried out the robbery

and Ike hadn't sanctioned it,

but he still wasn't just gonna give Billy up to the law.

You know what I've been hearing?

What?

I've been hearing Doc Holliday did it.

- What are you talking about? - That's what people are saying.

Doc Holliday was one of the stagecoach robbers.

Ain't that right, Curly?

Yep.

Horse shit.

You should ask around.

Let me know if you need any more help.

Now, you may have heard the name Doc Holliday before,

but I bet you don't know the real story.

Doc Holliday had a reputation as a drunk and a gambler.

Morning, ma'am.

Not many people in Tombstone realized that he really was a doctor.

Ah.

Doc was a doctor of dentistry and he had a flourishing career back east.

He grew up in a fairly wealthy family,

went off to dental school in Philadelphia and became a very good dentist.

You have some decay on your second upper molar.

That's what's causing the pain.

Now, a lot of dentists would just whip that tooth out,

but I think I can save it.

Uh, I'm so sorry.

Doc was cursed with a life-threatening disease of the lungs.

Doc Holliday is diagnosed with tuberculosis,

what in the time was called consumption.

It was a very common disease, often led to death.

It was also a disease that did not discriminate,

so poor people came down with consumption, rich people came down with consumption.

To stay alive, Doc was told to go west

where the climate was warmer and the air dryer.

And to help with the coughing, the doctors advised him to drink whiskey.

So when Doc called whiskey his medicine,

he meant it.

And he drank it.

Lots of it.

Well, here I am in this shithole town.

Hey. I could deal with all these crocodiles.

Come play cards. What the hell did you say to me?

Damn it! Huh?

Whoa! Whoa. Everybody calm down.

It's all fine. We're fine.

So you can see why this rumor spread so quickly,

that Doc was one of the stagecoach robbers.

I mean, it wasn't hard to believe.

Well, why is it that the people who know the least

are the ones who talk the most?

Here's the crazy thing.

It wasn't the rumor that got him into trouble.

It was his girlfriend, Kate Elder,

also known as Big Nose Kate.

There's debate as to whether she got her name because of her nose

or because she was nosy.

- I am not a jealous person... - You are a jealous person.

- You're always... - You're a drunk.

Doc had a fiery, love-hate relationship with Kate Elder.

After one really bad argument,

Kate was so angry that she actually signed an affidavit

saying that Doc had confessed to the stagecoach robbery.

So the judge demanded his arrest.

You know I didn't do it, right?

Yeah, I know.

The arrest of Doc put Wyatt in a difficult situation.

You see, Doc was actually Wyatt's best friend.

Their paths first crossed in Dodge City, Kansas...

You ain't getting my gun.

...where Wyatt was deputy marshal.

Doc was playing cards and he looked out the window.

He saw that a group of young men had surrounded Wyatt Earp,

and Wyatt Earp was in danger.

If you're going inside, you're giving me your goddamn guns.

I can go wherever I want with it. Who made you...

Goddamn cow-poking clowns.

Why can't you keep your shit-munching mouths shut?

Now, this is one of those strange twists of fate

that sometimes happens in history,

because while everyone else was watching Doc,

this guy was about to put a bullet in Wyatt's back.

Give me your gun. You too. Put it down there.

Doc Holliday saved the life of Wyatt Earp,

and they formed a kind of a code, an allegiance,

that you saved my life, so I'll be loyal to you forever.

Don't worry, Doc. I'll figure something out.

Can I get a drink?

Yeah. Sure.

Not only was Wyatt's best friend in jail,

but one of the actual stagecoach robbers, Luther King, was out.

Nobody knows exactly how Luther King got out of jail.

The most likely reason was that the Cowboys bribed some official.

The only thing we know for certain

is that the Cowboys wanted him out of jail for a reason.

Curly. Curly, I didn't say nothing. Curly, I didn't say noth...

The Cowboys were bloodthirsty... and remorseless.

When it got out that Luther King

had provided information about the robbery,

a group of Cowboys lynched him in the mountains outside of Tombstone.

The Cowboys were bound together by friendship,

by greed and by knowledge

that, you know, "We have committed all these crimes."

It was very much like the mafia.

If you ratted out, you got killed.

With Luther King dead,

Doc was the only one in jail for the stagecoach robbery.

Wyatt wasn't gonna let his best friend hang for a crime he didn't commit,

and he knew Billy Leonard and his gang were responsible.

But Wyatt had no idea where they were,

and the only people who did know where they were,

guys like Ike Clanton, well, they weren't talking.

So the case was at a standstill,

and that was starting to cause real problems.

You see,

this was about something much bigger

than just a couple of dead bodies in Arizona.

Let me explain.

Twenty years earlier, America went to war... with itself.

The Civil War was bloody,

but it was also expensive.

So expensive that the US had to borrow millions of dollars

from European countries in order to win the war.

Fast-forward 16 years,

and America was nowhere near paying off those loans.

So the Civil War debt in the 1870s into the 1880s

looms as this huge problem.

So people in the banking world

are really keen on reducing that massive debt

that was rung up during the American Civil War.

But then some folks in Washington had a brilliant idea.

Remember all that silver that was coming out of the west

in places like Arizona?

We'll just use that to pay off our debts.

Now, Tombstone had more silver than it knew what to do with,

but the only way to get it back east

was to rely on the stagecoaches of an express business

founded by two men,

Henry Wells and William Fargo.

You know, Wells Fargo.

Giddap!

So now you had people back east panicking,

because, if the stagecoach robbers couldn't be caught,

then sure as hell other robberies would follow,

and that would significantly disrupt the flow of silver.

This was actually a big deal

and it weighed on the minds of some very powerful people.

I mean really powerful people.

The Prince of Wales.

Lord Rothschild.

And this guy.

American banker, J.P. Morgan.

Pull!

I think you clipped that one, sir.

Horseshit. He missed.

Yep, that's how J.P. Morgan spoke to the Prince of Wales.

- That's how he spoke to everyone. - Pull!

Back then, British aristocrats would have said he was uncouth

or rough around the edges,

and in some ways they were right.

Pull.

You see, bankers behaved like they were in some gentlemen's club.

It was all about rules and etiquette.

But J.P. Morgan didn't give a damn about that.

If he thought someone was wrong, he'd tell you.

What the hell is this?

And in no uncertain terms.

Why didn't you just do it?

You are riding your luck, Morgan.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

Now, you're probably wondering,

"What the hell does this have to do with Tombstone,

or America for that matter?"

The answer...

is railroads.

Railroads were America's biggest industry.

They accounted for 80% of the stock market,

but they were a mess.

Overbuilt, run by corrupt directors, and on the verge of bankruptcy.

Morgan believed he could save them,

but to do that, he needed to own them.

In the early 1880s, J.P. Morgan is just emerging

as that sort of towering figure of Wall Street.

He's one of the more powerful bankers

and he's perfecting what's gonna become his calling card,

which is to consolidate businesses and to revive businesses,

and particularly the railroads.

Control of America's railroads

would give J.P. Morgan unprecedented wealth and power.

But for Morgan's plan to work,

he needed an enormous investment.

And he could only get that from London.

That's where Lord Rothschild comes in.

He owned the biggest bank in the world and had access to billions of dollars.

Do you know what the London banks are calling America?

A nation of swindlers.

I assure you we've learned from our past mistakes.

Let's hope so.

We wouldn't want a repeat of '73.

A disaster if ever there was one.

But like many financiers,

he thought America was a dangerous investment.

And what of the dollar?

The dollar will be silver backed.

Until we raise our gold reserves.

Silver?

Morgan's plan to take over the railroads

hinged on persuading Britain that America was a safe place to invest.

And that's why the stagecoach robbery was a problem to even him.

People like Morgan, what they prized more than anything else was order.

If America seems like an unstable society,

then that'd maybe give European investors pause

when it comes to investing in the American economy.

And when there's marauding and banditry on the southwest border in Arizona,

that's bad for business.

Within days, one of the largest rewards

ever seen in the Wild West was posted.

Close to $6,000 for the capture of the stagecoach robbers.

Now, six grand might not sound like that much money,

but today that adds up to $180,000.

And it's just what Wyatt needed...

to blow this murder case wide open.

What do you want?

I need your help to find Billy Leonard and his gang.

Didn't I already tell ya?

- I don't know... - There's a reward.

How much?

Six thousand.

What's your cut?

Nothing. It's all yours.

When do I get the money?

When they're arrested.

Do we have a deal?

Yeah.

Ike accepts the deal. He's willing to give up these men

and entice them to a place where they might be killed,

or certainly arrested, uh, for money.

You know, this is a fellow Cowboy. This is your buddy.

But, uh, enough money, "I'm gonna turn you over."

And Wyatt knew that. He knew Ike's character.

He knew that he could get him to rat these guys out.

Ike told Wyatt exactly where he could find Billy Leonard and his gang.

Hey, bring me another.

Billy was already planning his next heist.

Billy Leonard and his cohort were hired as assassins

to get rid of a couple of ranchers.

But these ranchers got word of it.

And they get killed.

Billy Leonard and his gang died before Wyatt could arrest them.

And that put an end to the hunt for the stagecoach robbers.

But Doc Holliday was still being held as a suspect.

Luckily for him, Kate Elder finally came to her senses.

Miss Elder, please tell the court what you overheard Doc Holliday say

about robbing the stagecoach on March 15th, 1881.

I never heard him say anything about that.

She withdrew her allegations.

Case dismissed.

And Doc walked free.

Wyatt closed the case,

satisfied that justice had been served.

Our story would have ended there...

but there was just one problem.

Where's my goddamn money?

Haven't you heard?

Billy Leonard got shot.

So?

So... there's no reward.

What are you talking about?

Billy died before I had a chance to arrest him.

I don't give a shit.

No arrest, no reward.

Hey. Hey!

Once Billy Leonard died in that gun battle,

the reward could no longer be paid for him.

Another.

Leave the bottle.

Here's to Billy.

What?

Billy Leonard, a great poker player.

Now, he could look you in your eyes,

and see straight into your soul.

What do you mean?

He knew all your little secrets.

What secrets?

What do you know?

Huh?

Ike became convinced that Doc Holliday knew about the deal

and was telling other people.

And this was all in Ike's head.

But now he's fearing for his life

because he thinks that the knowledge is out that he was a rat.

We need to talk.

Alone.

Go on.

- I'll be at the bar. - Yeah.

You told Doc about our deal.

- No. - Horse shit. He knows.

I didn't tell anyone.

I was with Doc. He told me.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Now, Wyatt really hadn't told a soul,

but sticking to your word wasn't something Ike understood.

I don't believe you.

You calling me a liar?

Yeah.

I'm calling you a liar.

Get out.

Get out.

- What was that about? - Ah, nothing. He's drunk.

Come on, let's play.

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ You can run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Sooner or later God'll cut you down Sooner or later God'll cut you down... ♪

Ike wondered how he could have been so stupid,

doing a deal with a lawman and then ratting on another Cowboy.

And now Doc knew?

How long before everyone knew?

He needed to think, stay calm.

The whiskey was making him more paranoid.

Maybe Doc had told others.

Did any of these Cowboys know?

Maybe everyone knew.

After drinking all night,

Ike knew that Wyatt Earp and Doc needed to be dealt with.

Wyatt.

Ike was so drunk when he left the bar he could barely walk.

Ike Clanton, he's apparently drinking all night.

He's drunker and drunker. He's enraged.

And in the morning, he's going around town with a six-shooter,

threatening to kill the Earps and Doc Holliday.

I'm coming for ya!

You and your goddamn brothers!

Wyatt.

Where are ya?

- You cheating son of a bitch. - Shut up and go home.

Kept all the money for yourself, did ya?

What's he talking about?

You and your brothers are scum of the earth, sons of a whore.

He was asking for it, you know.

Yep.

For the Earps, Ike's threats were just the whiskey talking.

They locked him up.

Once the courthouse was open,

the judge fined Ike $25 for threatening behavior

and told him to leave town.

We should get that bandaged.

I'm fine.

Now, the last thing Ike needed was his kid brother, Billy Clanton,

fussing over him.

Billy was the opposite of Ike.

He might describe himself as cautious, a thinker.

But Ike would say gutless.

The others are meeting us at the Corral.

To get Ike safely home,

Billy arranged for four of the toughest Cowboys

to wait for them where they kept their horses.

At the Old Kindersley Corral.

Only the townspeople had shortened it to the O.K. Corral.

Billy just wanted to get Ike out of town,

lay low for a while.

But Ike believed it was only a matter of time

before Wyatt told everyone that he was an informant.

And if the Cowboys found out,

he'd end up like Luther King.

We'll get that bandaged up soon as we get home.

You okay, Ike?

We're not going anywhere.

We're going to kill Wyatt Earp.

Why don't we get him another day?

Truth is it was freezing,

and all Billy wanted to do was get home and put his feet in front of the fire.

You see what they did to me?

If we let them get away with it, they'll think they control the town.

Billy was trying to get his crazy brother, Ike,

to leave town, and was trying to calm him down

while Ike was making threats.

That's why we need to kill the Earps

and that son of a bitch Doc Holliday right now.

And townspeople were passing by,

hearing Ike make threats against the Earps.

Mr. Clanton and his boys, they're out... I saw 'em. I was by the Corral.

I heard them talking and they're coming to kill you.

There's five of them. They're coming here.

You just get inside, and you take care. I appreciate your information.

- Good luck, Mr. Earp. - Thank you.

Two cigars, please.

Ike is still here.

God dammit.

Come on.

You coming?

Three lawmen against Ike and his boys.

If it came to a fight,

the Earps would be outnumbered and outgunned.

- Where are you headed? - Ike Clanton.

You need help?

Now, listen up.

Doc wasn't a marshal,

and he wasn't exactly what you'd call stable either.

Bringing him along could backfire.

Come play cards.

But he was still a hell of a shot.

And Wyatt knew he could use all the help he could get.

Give him the shotgun.

You sure?

Yeah.

Keep it under your coat.

Now, Ike and Wyatt don't know it yet,

but they're moving headlong into the most famous showdown

in the history of the Wild West.

Let's get one thing straight.

Wyatt and his brothers had no intention of starting a gunfight.

Their plan was to disarm the Cowboys and tell them to get out of town.

Now you can imagine Ike was thinking, "Maybe I should have listened to Billy."

Virgil was thinking, "This is all bravado."

And Billy Clanton was thinking,

"What the hell was Doc doing there with a shotgun?"

Oh, we don't want that.

Don't...

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ You can run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Sooner or later God'll cut you down Sooner or later God'll cut you down ♪

♪ They're gonna tell That long tongue liar ♪

♪ Gonna tell that midnight rider ♪

♪ Tell the rambler, the gambler The back biter ♪

♪ Tell 'em God's gonna cut 'em down Tell 'em God's gonna cut 'em down ♪

♪ You can run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time ♪

♪ Run on for a long time Sooner or later God'll cut you down ♪

♪ Sooner or later God'll cut you down ♪