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Boss wants you, Ben.

Yeah, Mr. Wallace?

There's water in that draw up ahead.

We'll bed down for the night when we get there.

That's less than an hour away. We'll be quitting early.

Will be from now on.

Got to fatten 'em up before we weigh 'em in at Wichita.

Right.

What are we doing now, working half days all of a sudden?

Well, the steers have worked off a lot of meat.

We're gonna let them eat a little of it back on

- the next few days. - Oh, that's fine.

We been in the saddle pretty near two months now.

Couple of more days won't make any difference.

Something wrong, Ben?

Nah. Your kid brother's got ants, that's all.

Can't wait to tear into Wichita.

I know how he feels. I'm a little restless myself.

Well, me too.

Tell him to relax for a couple of days.

Then we'll show him how to really take a town apart.

What do you make of him, Ben?

Well, he's no Indian.

He could be a scout for some rustlers.

This country's full of 'em.

He's heading this way and he's not hiding.

He's probably some pilgrim looking for a free meal.

He's welcome to that, but we're not taking any chances.

Al?

Go out and check up on that rider.

How much checking up you want?

Just make sure he's alone, that's all.

If he has got a bunch behind him,

we'll know it in plenty of time to ready for 'em.

Howdy.

My name's Earp. Wyatt Earp.

Get down and fill your plate.

You can tie your horses with the others.

Thanks.

Look at that iron he's packing.

Yeah. Much obliged.

I was getting tired of my own cooking.

- My name's Clint Wallace. - Yeah, I know.

I saw the big "W" on your cattle.

I've seen your Panhandle spread too.

That right? When was that?

Mm, a couple years ago, I guess.

Pretty country.

That's quite a size hunk of artillery

you're carrying there, mister.

Yeah. Comes in handy in my work.

That's a nice gun.

Ah, it wouldn't do for us Texans, though.

We like ours regulation size.

Yeah.

Don't ever get in an argument with a Texas man

when you're carrying that thing.

Must take you a half-hour to clear leather with it.

The only arguments I've had lately have been with buffalo.

They don't draw very fast, you know.

Has your hunting ever taken you

anywhere near this town of Wichita, where we're heading?

No, it hasn't, but I hear it's a pretty fair-size town.

Growing mighty fast since it became a railhead.

Yours must be the first trail herd in there.

You ought to get quite a welcome.

Well, we can use it.

We ain't seen a drink or a woman for a long, long time.

Maybe some of us might even take a bath.

Well, if you're looking for work,

you're welcome to join up with me.

We can always use a few trail hands

at the end of a drive.

Well, I'm obliged, Mr. Wallace, but no, thanks.

I'll be riding into Wichita a few days ahead of you, I guess.

I figure I might open a little business there.

Whatever it is, I hope you'll all be customers.

Well, you can count on it, son, if you're gonna open a saloon.

I think I'll bed down.

- Good night. - Good night, boss.

- Breakfast at sun-up. - Thanks.

Ben Thompson.

Glad to meet you. You're the ramrod, aren't you?

That's right. See you in the morning.

So he's gonna open up a little business, huh, Gyp?

You know, buffalo hunting must pay pretty well.

Yeah.

Anything pays well if you save your money.

He looks like the kind that would.

It's a bad habit.

Yeah. Real bad.

The saddlebags.

If he wakes up, I'll tap him.

Beats punchin' cows, this buffalo hunting.

Hunting buffalo hunters is even better.

You know, this is gonna make our first trip to Wichita real --

He woke up, Gyp.

Yeah. Too bad.

All right. Make your play.

You heard him, mister.

- After you. - Let me take him, Gyp.

What's this all about?

It's all over now, Thompson.

Two of your men tried to rob me,

but I persuaded them to give me my money back.

He's a liar, Ben.

Hold it. I saw you draw a minute ago.

Right or wrong, you're not killing any of my men.

All right.

I'll be going now.

Thanks for your hospitality.

Get something to clean him up.

It's all over, boys. Let's get some sleep.

I'll be in Wichita.

So will we!

You're in town early, aren't you, cowboy?

- Yes, ma'am. - Here you are.

Empire Saloon and Dance Hall.

The most beautiful girls in town.

- Good morning. - Hello.

All right, Mr. Whiteside. I'm finished.

Fine.

Pull out all the A's and the E's and bring them over here.

Then get cleaned up and cover the doings down at the depot.

- And hurry up! - Yes, sir.

Sorry, mister.

We're not taking any more advertising this week.

I've got a newspaper to get out.

Well, I just wanted to get some information, if you don't mind.

Could you tell me if there's any other livery stable in town?

I don't like to leave my horse out on the street

with so much going on.

Full up, eh? Has been for two weeks.

You one of the cowboys that are supposed to support

the rapidly growing metropolis of Wichita?

No, sir. I'm just a traveler.

Gambling man?

I'm a businessman if I can find the right business.

Looks like maybe another livery stable might be the thing.

Saloons, my friend.

Those are the profitable enterprises.

That's not my line. Now, about my horse.

Put him in the back of the shop.

Mm. Much obliged.

- I'd like to pay you for it. - Forget it.

You're the first businessman that I've met in four days

that doesn't want to open a saloon.

Pleasure to accommodate you.

How do I get back there?

You have to go all the way around the block, mister.

Never mind that. Just bring him right through here.

Can't get it any dirtier than it is.

Young man, are you still here?

Reporter should be in the front row.

And don't forget those ads.

Aren't you coming, Mr. Whiteside?

I am not.

- What's going on out there? - A dedication.

The railroad has come to Wichita.

Speeches, local color, more speeches.

Nobody should miss it.

Hey. Are those mine, boy?

- Yes, sir. - Let's see them.

Well, they'll do, I guess.

See that they're passed out to everybody at the depot

and deliver the rest to my office.

I can't do that, Mr. Black.

We've got to cover the celebration for the paper.

I won't have time to pass these out.

If you find time, I'll pay you.

That's not the point, Mr. Black.

I'm employed by the newspaper.

My instructions are to deliver these to you at the depot.

And that's all.

Wait a minute. Don't you get smart with me!

Let go of my arm, Mr. Black.

Keep your hands off me, Mr. Black, or I'll kill you!

Excuse me.

Could you direct me to the depot, please?

Yes, sir. I-I'm going there myself.

- Thanks very much, sir. - That's all right.

- My name's Wyatt Earp. - Bat Masterson.

You got a lot of courage, Bat,

standing up to a man with a gun the way you did.

I don't know what came over me, Mr. Earp.

I just lost my temper.

It was a silly thing to do.

Yes, it was.

But then there wasn't much else you could do, was there?

It's started already.

Wichita probably never would have been anything more

than a wide spot in the road if not for one man.

And I now take great pleasure in introducing him.

Ladies and gentlemen, the man who brought the railroad

to Wichita -- Mr. Sam McCoy.

Thank you. Thank you, friends.

I just want to say one thing to you,

and I'll make it short and sweet.

Wichita could be the greatest,

the most prosperous town in the West

if you'll all remember just one thing.

Cattle!

This is a railhead now,

a shipping point for the entire cattle country.

Why, from right here,

we'll actually be feeding the whole United States!

Now, never forget that, folks.

This is a cattle town, a cattleman's town.

Why, we'll be shipping tens of thousands of cows from here.

Hundreds of cowboys will be our guests.

Well, that's our bread and butter.

Yours, mine, Wichita's.

All right! Let's get back to work!

Well, did you get it all, Bat?

Pretty nearly.

I'll get an interview with Mr. McCoy now.

I'll see you later, Mr. Earp.

Well, I'm glad to see we have

such an efficient newspaper staff in Wichita.

Thank you, sir.

I'd like to get a little of your background if you don't mind.

Background?

Where you're from, what you did before you came to Wichita.

- Things like that. - All right, young fella.

We got a little business to take care of over at the bank.

Suppose you walk along with us. We can talk as we go.

Fine, sir. Where were you born?

Born? I was born in Philadelphia.

Good morning. I'd like to open an account.

Name, please?

Wyatt Earp.

E-A-R-P.

Address?

General delivery, Wichita, I guess.

And you wish to deposit the entire amount?

All but this. There's $2,460 there.

Looks very good, John.

Thank you, Sam. I'm rather proud of it.

Sign right here, please.

Stay where you are, everybody.

If nobody moves, nobody gets hurt.

All right. Lock it.

Get the jewelry.

It's all right, folks. It's all over.

All right, you fellas. Take these men out of here.

Come on. Come along, you.

I'm indebted to you, sir. We all are.

We certainly are.

We're very grateful to you, sir. I'm Sam McCoy.

Yes. I know. I heard your speech.

- My name's Wyatt Earp. - Well, I'm glad to meet you.

Ladies, may I present Mr. Wyatt Earp.

- This is my wife, Mrs. McCoy... - How do you do, Mr. Earp?

- ...and my daughter Laurie. - Hello.

I'm honored.

Thank you.

You're most welcome, Miss McCoy.

Are you in business here in Wichita, Mr. Earp?

Well, I'd like to be,

but I haven't quite made up my mind yet.

Well, since you're more or less unoccupied for the moment, sir,

we'd like you to consider our problem of law enforcement.

- Wichita is growing -- - I'm honored, Mr. Mayor.

But I'm a businessman, not a lawman.

Besides, you already have a marshal here.

Well, we could use another one, especially a man like you.

I wish you'd reconsider.

I can assure you that I and the other businessmen in town

will see to it that you're extremely well paid.

No, thank you, sir.

Well, good luck in whatever you decide to do, then.

You can count on me for help if you need it.

Thank you. Good day.

Your bank book, sir.

Thanks. I almost lost it, didn't I?

Pretty good-sized man.

Too bad he wouldn't take the job.

He may still take it.

That's a natural-born lawman if I ever saw one.

Let's keep after him.

Good evening, sir.

Bat, Mayor, Mr. Whiteside.

Quite a headline you put out. "Frontiersman Foils Felons."

Masterson's a great believer in alliteration.

You should have seen the one that I made him throw out.

"Gunman Guards Gold, Guns Guilty."

Have a drink?

No, thanks.

I explained to our reporter friend here

there's a great difference between gunmen and gunfighters.

How did you know which one I am, Mr. Mayor?

Well, I always judge a man by what I see him do.

A gunfighter's a man on the side of the law.

That's what you were today.

How'd you like the story, sir? It's my first byline.

Well, I liked the writing fine,

but you didn't tell everything that happened.

You didn't mention your part in it at all.

He's a very modest young man.

Also finds it difficult

to write about himself in the third person.

By the way...

...Andrew and I have been talking about you.

So have a lot of other people.

If you're gonna offer me the marshal's job again,

I'm not interested.

Sorry, Mr. Mayor.

Well, we'd like to know why, sir.

You don't have to tell us if you don't want to, of course.

Well, it's my feeling that there are plenty of other men

who like that sort of work well enough to make a career of it.

I don't.

Well, frankly, I don't blame you.

It's a thankless job and a dangerous one.

That's right.

And beside the routine work of keeping the peace,

the marshal's always a target.

Any number of gunslingers are willing to risk their lives

just to build up their reputation by killing a lawman.

Now, you can count on my support as long as I'm here, Mr. Mayor,

but only as a law-abiding citizen, not as a lawman.

Good evening.

Oh, he doesn't strike me as a man

who's particularly concerned about danger.

Nobody with an ounce of brains likes to get shot at.

Well, no one's taken any shots at the marshal we have now.

Billy Smith? You call him a lawman?

Well, he's been one all his life.

He's been chased out of almost every town

this side of the Mississippi.

How long do you think he'll last in Wichita

when those crazy cowboys get here?

I heard he was treed in Ellsworth a couple years ago.

Treed?

A Western expression meaning "terrified."

Seems to me I remember about that, too.

Bunch of drunken punchers shot up a place,

and after they got rid of Smith, a stranger came along

and threw the whole bunch of them in the jail

without firing a shot.

I remember his name, too.

Wyatt Earp.

That's a shame. He's just what we need.

You should have seen the way he handled

that big gun of his today.

He deliberately shot to wound those men, not to kill 'em.

There's a lot more to him

than just his ability to handle a gun.

Personally, I think he's a lawman by nature and desire

and he's just fighting against it.

What are you talking about?

I knew a blacksmith back in Boston.

Acted the same way, only it was about religion.

Natural-born preacher.

He was fighting against it.

One day, the regular preacher got sick,

and this blacksmith substituted for him.

Spent the rest of his life serving God.

Finest preacher I ever knew.

Serving God and serving the law% are two different things.

I disagree.

To do either one takes a dedicated man.

You know what I mean by a dedicated man.

You'd better go to bed, Arthur.

Bat.

Yes, sir. I'll take care of him.

You really think there's a chance

Wyatt Earp might take that job?

If he does, he'd be crazy.

If he doesn't, this town won't be fit to live in.

You ever seen a bunch of cowboys hurrah a town?

No, sir.

I did.

Quite a spectacle.

They shoot at windows, lights... things.

One night they killed my wife.

Lock up, Bat, will you?

Yes, sir.

Here come the history-makers.

There she is! She's all yours!

Honey, the Texas men are here,

and this town ain't gonna never be the same.

All right, boys. I don't want to see a sober man by nightfall.

- Sam, we're here! - Fine, Clint! Fine!

How long to do expect to stay in Wichita, Mr. Wallace?

Well, there's no use rushing things.

You know my punchers aren't gonna be ready to leave

till they run out of wages -- or till you run out of liquor.

Speaking of liquor, the first round is on me, sir.

It's a pleasure. Next one's on me. Let's go.

Babylon on the Arkansas River.

No hanging gardens yet.

By the way,

have you decided what business you're gonna take up?

No, not yet.

Always room for another saloon.

I saw Bat go in there with some of the town dignitaries.

Well, he'll be all right. He doesn't drink yet.

Long as he's with that big cattleman Wallace,

the cowboys will leave him alone.

I hope so. He's a nice kid.

There's only one thing wrong with him.

He doesn't know how to be afraid.

And you do?

Yes. I've learned.

Oh, what you learned was discretion,

which, according to the philosophers,

is the better part of valor.

Well, maybe you're right.

I don't ever remember going out

and deliberately looking for trouble, but...

But it finds you anyways.

Will you, uh, join me in a drink, Wyatt?

No, thanks.

Enjoy yourself, Mr. Whiteside.

Oh, sure.

- Good afternoon. - Good afternoon.

May I help you?

That's very kind of you. This is terribly heavy.

Well, they're finally here.

It's exciting, isn't it?

Well, I guess you could call it that.

Miss McCoy, I wouldn't advise your going out on the street

unescorted after this,

at least not until after the cowboys have left town.

Do you really think there will be any violence?

Yes, I do.

Whoo-hoo!

Thank you.

It was my pleasure.

Oh, Miss McCoy?

You may be hearing some gunfire tonight.

I hope it doesn't alarm you and your mother too much.

Just stay away from the windows and don't leave any lamps on.

Well, I've heard about these wild Western nights before,

but I didn't believe it really happened.

It happens.

It troubles you, doesn't it?

Yes, it does.

I've lived in the West almost all my life.

I've seen dozens of these trail towns.

The violence in them always troubles me.

You think I'd be used to it by now.

You're a strange man, Wyatt Earp.

You think so?

Yes. You're very different than you were in the bank.

I guess I was born under a troublesome star.

Things like that are always happening to me.

You will be careful tonight, won't you?

Yes. Thank you.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Come on! Let's have a drink!

- Hey, bartender! - Come on, friend!

- Keep this glass full here. - Yes, sir.

Oh!

There you are, Gyp!

I said you was gonna take a bath!

Us Texas men swim together.

Sold the whole herd. Shipping 'em out tomorrow.

You know, I've seen a lot of trail towns come and go,

but Wichita's here to stay.

Ha!

"Ha" yourself. You're drunk.

Whiteside, you're a drunk newspaper editor.

One thing I hate is a drunk newspaper editor.

- I hate -- - Or a sober one!

I hate cattlemen too!

Well, I'll drink to that -- in wild and woolly Wichita!

Well, young fella, where you been?

Come on. Sit down and have a drink.

No, thanks, Mr. Wallace.

Let's go, sir.

Ha!

You know, Sam, I don't think he likes this cowboy.

Him? Sure, he does. Everybody likes you.

Just can't drink like you. That's all.

That's right.

I always could hold my liquor.

Let's go over to the keno house.

Whoa.

Oh, Clint, you and I are too old for this all-night drinking.

Oh, Sam, maybe you're right.

Well, come on over to the house.

Mary's got the spare room all made up for you.

You know, Sam, that Mary is a very hospitable woman.

How do you feel, sir?

What time is it, Bat?

Twenty to 12:00.

Shouldn't be long now.

You think they'll hurrah Wichita?

Get a pad and a pencil, boy. I want a detailed account.

That's the least we can do.

Gyp. Gyp Clements!

Coming, boss. Coming.

What's up, my boy?

Ah. Taste this.

Taste all right to me.

No, it don't! It tastes terrible!

Yeah. You're right. Tastes terrible.

The liquor's gone stale, boys! We need some fresh air!

[ Shouting continues

Come on! Let's get it over there!

Come on! Away we go!

What's happening?

You'll find out soon enough.

The best thing you can do is stay inside

until this is all over.

Come on.

Bring her here!

Settle down. Get a doctor.

There's no doctor in Wichita.

I know a little about this business.

Get me some clean rags and some water.

It's not serious, miss.

- Well? - Well what?

- Give me your badge. - You're crazy.

You wouldn't last two minutes out there.

Give it to me.

Got a shotgun in this place?

- A shotgun? - You heard him.

There's one in my office. Go get it.

Wait a minute, Wyatt.

Raise your right hand.

Do you solemnly swear to uphold the laws

the United States of America and this community?

I do.

I hereby appoint you marshal of Wichita.

He's as good as dead right now.

There's about 20 of them left.

The others have fallen off their horses or just quit.

They'll go on

till they're too tired or thirsty to ride anymore.

Might last till dawn.

Mr. Whiteside, look!

Hey, boys! Look who's here!

And wearing a nice, shiny new badge, too.

Hey, Gyp. Gyp, where are you?

Right here.

I got two loads of buckshot pointing at you boys.

I figure that ought to take along about five of you

at this range.

What's the idea?

The idea is you're under arrest.

Tell your men to drop their guns in the street.

You've got just 10 seconds.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Hey, drop 'em, boys. He means it.

Mayor... unlock your jail

and I'll deliver these prisoners to you.

You're making a mistake.

This is gonna get you killed.

Take your men to the jail, Thompson.

Leave your horses at the hitch rail.

Now, you listen to me.

You're all under arrest.

Now move.

Listen, mister.

I'm gonna get my gun, and then you and me are gonna --

No, you're not. You're a prisoner.

Yeah? Go ahead.

You go ahead and use that scatter gun.

That's the only way you're gonna get me in that jail.

Bat!

Take this and keep those men covered.

If anyone moves, pull both triggers.

You don't have to aim.

I don't want to kill you, Clements.

Not now or any other time.

Turn around and walk over to the jail.

Here's your gun.

Yes, sir.

- Thanks very much. - You're welcome, sir.

Good night, Mayor.

Wyatt, I'll hold a trial at 10:00.

I'll need your testimony.

All right. I'll be there.

What do you think I should do with them?

Well, I don't know. That's your job.

- About all I can do is fine 'em. - All right.

You collect their fines, and I'll see that they leave town.

A lot of people won't like that.

How about you?

Well, it might be a little drastic.

Good night, Mayor.

Good night, Wyatt.

Good morning.

What's this I hear about you locking up some of my men?

- That's right. - On what charge?

- Disturbing the peace. - Disturbing the peace?

Well, I'll pay their fines. You can let them out.

They're probably pretty thirsty by now.

Court's in session at 10:00.

You can pay their fines then if you wish.

Pay 'em now. They've been locked up long enough.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wallace. Ten o'clock.

That's in a little less than three hours from now.

See you then.

Listen, you.

Maybe you didn't understand me.

I'll talk plainer.

I want those men out, and I want them out in 10 minutes.

If they're not on the street in that length of time,

we're gonna come back and tear that jail of yours apart

and you right along with it.

Hold it.

You won't be back, Mr. Wallace, 'cause you'll be in jail.

For threatening an officer of the law.

You can pass the word around

to any of your friends who aren't in jail.

There's gonna be a trial at 10:00.

You're all welcome to attend it.

I'll kill the first man who tries for a jail break.

Any questions?

Well? Any questions?

Jail's right over there, Mr. Wallace.

I don't want any more trouble, Mr. Wallace.

Come on. Get out of the way. Move over.

You're as good as dead. You know that, don't you?

Morning, Marshal.

Morning, Mr. McCoy.

I'm delighted you took the job, Wyatt.

What made you change your mind?

Oh, a lot of things.

Saw you in action last night.

I certainly admire the way you handled those men.

Thanks.

What you gonna do, fine 'em?

No, no. It's up to Mayor Hope. He set the trial for 10:00.

If you'll excuse me, I'll go get some breakfast.

Uh, Marshal?

Didn't I just see you arrest Clint Wallace?

- That's right. - Well, why?

He wasn't mixed up in last night's excitement, was he?

No. I arrested him to prevent trouble.

He threatened to break his men out of jail.

Oh, he didn't mean that. I'm sure he didn't.

- He's just trying to bluff you. - I don't think he was.

Even so, I won't take a chance on any more violence, Mr. McCoy.

Wyatt, one thing I don't think you've considered.

Wichita depends on these cattlemen for its livelihood.

Men like Clint Wallace and his cowboys...

they're important to us.

Oh, of course they raise a little Cain once in a while,

but I think we have to make certain concessions.

I don't agree with you, Mr. McCoy.

Not when the result is destruction of property

and loss of life.

I didn't know anybody was killed last night.

One of the townspeople?

- Yes. - Who?

Michael Jackson was his name. He was 5 years old.

Don't come back.

Who do you think you are?

I'm marshal of this city, and as long as I am,

I don't want to see any of those men in town again.

- Including me? - No.

I didn't see you or these other men

shooting up the street last night.

There are their guns.

Come on.

Thanks, Bat.

This applies to residents too, you know.

I'd like to be your deputy.

The job sort of calls for an older man than you are.

- Who? - That's a pretty good question.

I don't know anyone else in town that would want the job.

All right. I'm sending for a couple of men I know.

Until they get here, the job's yours.

Can you use that?

I can shoot it all right, but I'm not too fast yet.

Don't try to be.

If you have to use your gun, just make sure

your first shot goes where you want it to go.

Yes, sir.

Come on back to the office and we'll get you a deputy's badge.

Then we'll tack these up around town.

I believe in what you're trying to do.

I'm not sure your solution is the right one.

It's the only one, Mr. Whiteside.

If men aren't carrying guns, they can't shoot each other.

It's as simple as that.

You've taken a serious step, Wyatt.

It's not gonna make you popular.

Without guns, even the good citizens are unprotected.

It's your job to see that they're not.

Now you know why I never wanted this job in the first place.

But you took it, and you'll do it.

Bat and I are with you right down the line.

I read your editorial.

It's a comfort to know I don't stand entirely alone.

A newspaper is supposed to be

something more than just a comfort.

It's supposed to mold public opinion.

It's supposed to have a certain influence.

But it takes time, Mr. Whiteside.

How much time do you have, Wyatt?

As long as it takes.

Good!

Oh. Here.

Thanks for your support, both of you.

A pleasure.

A pleasure and a privilege, Marshal.

You know, I think he'll make it stick

if they leave him alone.

- You mean the cowpunchers? - No. The citizens!

What do you suppose is gonna happen to Wichita

when word gets around we got a crazy marshal here?

I'll tell you what.

It's gonna turn into a ghost town.

No cattleman in his right mind is gonna come within miles

of a town where he can't wear his own gun.

- We've got to get -- - Hello, Doc, John, Andrew.

Sam, we've got to do something

- about this marshal. - I know we do.

That's why I asked you to meet me here.

Andrew, why can't you talk to him?

Tell him he's overdoing his job a little bit.

He's not the kind of a man you tell how to do his job.

He does it his own way or he doesn't do it at all.

- Well, that's fine with me. - Now just a minute.

We need a good lawman here. I think we all agree on that.

Sam, there's a possibility we'll all be ruined

if the marshal isn't curbed in his methods.

This town has invested a lot of money

in setting itself up as a cattle center.

What if the cattlemen stay away from Wichita?

And they will too, believe me.

And what's gonna happen to all of us?

What are you gonna ship on your railroad?

Oh, Doc, it's not as serious as you're making it out to be.

Not yet, anyway.

I'll tell you what we'll do.

We'll have the marshal in for a social evening

and just talk to him, man to man,

explain the situation to him.

You know, it's just possible he doesn't understand it.

That sounds like a good idea, Sam.

Suppose it don't work.

We'll get rid of him.

Andrew hired him. Andrew can fire him.

It's as simple as that.

Marshal, will you have another slice of cake?

Oh. No, thank you, ma'am.

I thought all outdoor men like you had huge appetites.

Not when they're indoors, Miss McCoy.

You should see me at a picnic.

- I'd like to. - How about tomorrow?

Obvious our new marshal is not a man

who believes in wasting time.

Ladies, shall we have our coffee in the living room

while the gentlemen smoke?

Do you like cold fried chicken, Marshal?

Drink up. To Wichita!

Well, boys, let's go to work on our guest of honor.

At your service.

We're glad to hear you say that.

Provided, of course, it's not just a figure of speech.

I don't know that I understand that entirely.

Well, we're just simple businessmen here,

citizens of Wichita.

And I think I can safely say that among us...

we represent the city.

Well, don't you agree?

To a point, yes.

How do you mean that?

Well, it's just that I don't believe anyone can say

he represents a city

unless he's been elected to office by the citizens.

And the only man here that description fits is Mayor Hope.

That's very true.

Andrew, I think you ought to speak for Wichita.

That's a good idea, Andrew.

There's no point in fencing, Wyatt.

This group, which is something of a town council,

you might say,

thinks your reforms have been a little too drastic.

I see.

That refers to the ban on firearms, I imagine.

It certainly does. The silliest thing I ever heard of.

We know that men will eventually leave their guns at home

as a matter of choice.

But that day hasn't come yet, Wyatt.

It has in Wichita -- as long as I'm marshal.

That can be changed and fast.

Now, just a minute, Doc.

No point in getting angry about this.

Wyatt... we know that you've acted in good faith,

that your interest in Wichita is honest and sincere.

It's just a bit difficult for you to see the business side.

That's all.

Well, surely you'll admit that.

Yes, I'll admit it.

I realize that Wichita is dependent almost entirely

upon cattle and cowboys at the present time.

- It's a boom town. - No.

No, I don't think it is.

It's big, and it's growing all the time,

and we expect to grow with it.

But we won't if we discourage the big shippers

from coming here.

If you recall, I didn't ask for this job in the first place.

You invited me to take it, and I refused.

I changed my mind last night for reasons you know very well.

Now I'm committed.

I won't change my methods, and I won't quit.

You'll have to fire me.

Well, as Doc Black mentioned a minute ago,

that can be arranged.

Arrange it, then.

All right, Andrew. Go ahead.

Marshal?

Marshal!

Marshal...

My gun, please.

Who are they and where, Bat?

Some of the Big W punchers you arrested last night.

They're at the Texas House.

Well, Mayor?

Well, Marshal?

Andrew, you've made a terrible --

Now, now, now.

It's all right, Andrew. Tomorrow will do just as well.

Clements' boys are in town right now.

Maybe they'll take care of things tonight.

Don't look like that marshal's gonna show up, does it?

He'll be here.

A big "W."

- Now, what are you gonna do? - You watch this.

Raise your hands.

Raise 'em!

I'm not gonna bother arresting you this time.

What's the matter with you, Marshal?

- You getting -- - Shut up!

None of you could pay a hundred-dollar fine anyhow.

I told you two not to come back here as long as I was marshal.

If I see you in town again, I'll kill you.

Now get out of here!

Not now.

- We're coming back. - Don't.

I told you what would happen to you if you did.

If you want to kill us, why haven't you done it?

You've had a couple of chances.

I don't, Gyp. Don't force me.

Did you really cook that chicken, Laurie?

I certainly did.

That pie's my work, too.

I am impressed.

I don't know why you should be.

Women do 90% of the cooking in this country.

Who taught you?

Mother.

That's the way it usually is, you know.

Apparently you haven't had much interest in girls.

I would have had...

if there had been more of them like you.

You don't waste any time, do you, Wyatt?

Time never seemed very important to me before, Laurie.

Now it is.

I don't want to waste a minute of it.

I think we'd better go.

What'll it be?

Whiskey.

You boys see the signs around town?

No guns allowed.

We can read.

Doc, you expecting a couple of gunslingers from the Big W?

Yeah. I have been for days. They here?

Looks like it.

Couple of hard-looking waddies at the bar

who haven't checked their hardware.

Send 'em in.

The boss would like to talk to you fellas.

What about?

I don't know. He's in there.

What do we owe you?

It's on the house.

Hear that?

I think we might like this place.

Welcome to Wichita, gentlemen.

I'm Doc Black.

You boys a little out of style,

wearing guns in this town, ain't you?

Yeah?

Wallace from the Big W send you?

Get to the point, mister. You wanted to see us.

Here we are.

All right.

It's worth $1,000 to me to get a certain job done.

It'll mean using... those.

You interested?

Mm-hmm. We're interested.

I thought you might be.

You shouldn't have been so obvious, though.

The marshal might have seen you and taken them things away

before you had a chance to use 'em.

I doubt that.

Here's your money.

You'll get it when the job's finished.

I don't want you boys to think

I'm trying to tell you how to operate,

but I know the situation here better than you.

Go ahead.

Well, in the first place,

one of you has got to keep out of sight.

Sam, please. I --

I'm sorry, dear, but I've got to put a stop to this right now

before it goes any further.

But why?

Why can't you and the marshal settle your differences

without bringing Laurie into it?

S-She's fond of him, you know.

The whole town's against him. It's not just me.

It can only end one way.

I don't want Laurie walking next to him when it happens.

Do you?

Oh, hello, Dad. We just --

Will you go inside, please, Laurie?

I'll talk to you later.

- But, Dad, I -- - Please, Laurie.

Good afternoon, Wyatt.

Good afternoon, Laurie.

I've got to ask you not to see my daughter again.

You understand why, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Marshal, there's a gunman over at Texas House.

Who is it?

I don't know, but he's wearing a gun and he won't take it off.

- He saw your sign and -- - Is he alone?

Yes. He's sitting at the table, drinking.

All right. Excuse me.

He's coming.

Hello, Wyatt.

Morgan. So you're the big gunman, huh?

- Where's Jim? - Hiya, Wyatt.

Got a customer for you. A good one, too.

You know him?

Yeah, I know him. What'd he do?

He offered us $1,000 to kill you.

If these two are friends of yours, Wyatt,

you can tell them the joke's over.

I never seen 'em before.

I can believe that all right, Doc.

But they're not just my friends. They're my brothers.

Very clever.

Well, now you know% where I stand.

You're not standing there anymore, Doc.

You got an hour to get out of Wichita.

Morgan, help him pack.

Glad to.

Goodbye.

You can tell that brother of yours I'll be back.

I wouldn't if I were you.

Not ever.

All right. Let's get started.

We'll get to Wichita right after dark.

What are we gonna do if Earp's not on the street?

He'll probably be there.

He makes a tour about sundown, looking for trouble.

He'll either be on the street or in the newspaper office.

Yeah. He might just pick tonight to be someplace else.

Then we'll try again tomorrow night.

Remember, now, we ride straight through town, slow.

It'll be too dark for anybody to recognize us.

If we don't see him, we turn around

and ride through the other way.

All right. Let's go.

Oh, Miss McCoy. Good evening.

Good evening. Is the marshal here?

Yes, ma'am. I'll get him for you.

Thank you.

Oh, Wyatt. I was just coming up to get you.

Good evening. I was on my way to your house.

Yes. I know. I heard Father send for you.

Wyatt, what's going on between you two?

Didn't he tell you?

No. He just said that I wasn't to see you again.

Why?

It's a difference of opinion about Wichita

and the way it should be.

That's not enough of an explanation.

It'd take a long time to explain, Laurie,

and I don't have much time.

I wish I did.

Wyatt, who's right, you or my father?

It's not a question of who's right.

It's a question of what's right.

Promise me there won't be any trouble.

Please promise me.

Come on, Laurie. I'll walk you home.

- Hello, Andrew. - Good evening, Mary.

Let me take your hat.

You better keep it handy for me, Mary.

I don't think I'll be staying long.

What's going to happen, Andrew?

I've never known Sam to be as bitter about anyone

as he is about the marshal.

Why does he hate him so?

Well, it's not really hate.

It's not nearly that simple.

He's in there.

Good evening, Sam.

Good evening, Andrew.

Well, where's your marshal?

He's on his way.

You know why I sent for you, don't you?

Yes, Sam, I do.

Well, you know what you've got to do.

Yes, I know.

Good.

Well, sit down, Andrew.

Tell him to take his brothers with him.

I want them all out of here by tomorrow morning.

No, Sam.

What?

I can't do it.

I see.

We need a new mayor as well as a new marshal, huh?

That's possible.

Perhaps the townspeople agree with you.

You can depend on that.

Well, we'll see.

It's seven or eight months until election time.

You have plenty of time to choose another candidate

to run against me.

We'll hold a special election. I made you mayor. I can --

I was the only candidate running for office, Sam.

I didn't even need a platform then.

But I've got one now -- law and order.

Good evening, Marshal.

I understand you want to talk to me about Doc Black.

Yes. What makes you think you've got the right --

I don't have to answer to you

about throwing Doc Black out of Wichita or for anything else.

You listen to me.

I've listened to you long enough.

I've got a job to do, and I'm gonna do it.

I'm going to enforce the law% here,

and I'll deal in my own way with anyone who breaks it,

including you.

I'm not Doc Black.

You can't threaten me and get away with it.

I just want it understood that as far as I'm concerned,

you're an ordinary citizen.

You have no special privileges.

I see.

Well, the next time I walk out in that street,

I'll be wearing a gun!

I'll be waiting for you.

I'm sorry, Laurie.

Marshal, please.

Isn't there any other way?

I'm afraid not, ma'am.

Oh!

There he is.

Sam...

Get the horses.

- Mary. - Mother!

Mary.

Mary!

Mary...

Come on! Hyah!

Yep. Three horses, all right.

Come on. Let's keep going.

What's the matter with you, anyhow?

Get Wyatt Earp.

Never mind the others. They're no good without him.

We'll need fresh horses to go after Black.

Ours are about through.

No hurry. We'll get 'em another day.

How bad are you hurt, Jim?

Not bad, Wyatt. The shoulder.

I'll ride with you, Bat.

We'll go back to Wichita and wait for the Big W.

- Do you think they'll come? - They'll come, all right.

We killed two of their men.

Good morning, Marshal.

How is Miss McCoy and her father?

Hello, Wyatt.

Miss Laurie, please, can I bring you some breakfast?

No, thank you, William.

Laurie, is there anything I can do?

No.

It was kind of you to stop by, though.

I'm sorry.

Oh, Wyatt.

She never hurt anybody in her whole life!

I know. I know.

Did you just get back?

Yes.

You must be exhausted and hungry.

I'll get you something to eat.

Thank you.

But I'd like to speak to your father for a minute.

He won't see anybody.

He's been in with Mother ever since last night.

Well, I guess what I have to tell him can wait.

It's gonna make him mad, but that might be good for him.

It might.

Is it about the men who did it?

Yes. We caught two of them.

The third one got away.

It was someone your father knew% and trusted.

- Who? - Doc Black.

Doc Black? But he was our friend!

I know he was.

It's not over yet, is it?

No, it isn't.

Now you know why your father doesn't want us together.

Too many people shooting at me.

But you're not going to quit?

No.

Don't ever quit.

Not until it's impossible for things like this to happen.

I figure that ought to take me the rest of my life.

And mine.

'Cause I'm going to be with you.

Come along. I'll fix you breakfast.

They started shooting as soon as they saw us.

We didn't have a chance to give ourselves up,

even if we'd have wanted to.

You sure my brother was dead?

Sure. Al Mann, too.

They must have had 10 slugs apiece in 'em.

I'm going to Wichita.

Anybody else coming?

Boss, that marshal's killed two of our boys.

Hunted 'em down.

You're not gonna let him get away with it, are you?

No, I'm not. We're going with you.

They want me, boys.

Get your men out of town, Wallace.

What's wrong with you, Sam? Two of my boys were killed.

We came here to get the man who did it.

Your boys killed my wife.

Sam, I... I didn't know.

Where's Doc Black?

He didn't come with us.

Turn around, boys. Let's be going.

Come on, Gyp.

I came here to kill a man, boss.

Forget it. Your brother got what he deserved.

All right, boys.

Don't try to wing me.

Either you're gonna die or I am.

I know, Gyp. I'm sorry.

Thanks, Mr. McCoy.

Can we shake hands, Wyatt?

Sure.

Come and get it!

Well, I tried everything I know%

to keep him from taking that job in Dodge City.

Dodge is twice as bad as Wichita ever was.

It won't be for him.

Even if it is, he has to go.

Yes, I guess he does.

♪ He had a gal ♪

♪ And he courted and married her ♪

♪ She added love to his great renown ♪

♪ Folks still speak about the marshal of Wichita ♪

♪ And today it's a very nice town ♪

♪ Back in Wichita ♪

♪ Law and order prevail ♪

♪ Take me back to Wichita ♪

♪ Let me ride that Wichita trail ♪