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* Hmm *

* Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp *

* Brave, courageous and bold *

* Long live his fame
and long live his glory *

* And long may
his story be told *

* Hmm *

- Wyatt Earp
has moved to Wichita,

after a locally
renowned career

as Marshal
of Ellsworth, Kansas.

Wichita was the new
capital of the cowtowns,

where the great cattle drives
from Texas reached the railroad.

Hoodlums boasted there
was no law in Wichita.

The year 1875
saw Wyatt Earp

become Marshal of
that turbulent city,

fighting frontier
gunslingers with his fists,

his .45 Colts and
his sawed-off shotgun.

- Wichita! There
she stands, Wyatt.

This is Douglas Avenue,
our local Broadway.

- It sure makes Ellsworth
look like a stage stop.

- You're in the big
city, Mr. Earp.

Texas House,
the Wichita Eagle.

A fine newspaper, mine!

This is Main Street.

The Palace Saloon.

Down there is
the Oriental Saloon.

The next one is Rowdy
Kate's establishment.

There's the Wichita House.

Way down at the end

on the other side of the
street's the Occidental.

Douglas Avenue House,
Payor's Saloon.

That next street down
is Horse Thief Corner.

[ Chuckling ]

- Mr. Murdock!
Mr. Murdock!

The vigilantes are aimin'
to hang Slick Lanigan!

They say he murdered
Hank Mahoney last night.

- Where's Judge Jewitt?

- In Kansas City. There'll be a
lynchin' if you don't stop 'em.

- They'll be stopped.
Where are they?

- Over at the jail.

- Looks like we better
head that way, huh?

- Welcome to
our fair city!

[ All talking ]

- Here comes
Marsh now!

Lucky you got
here, Marsh.

- Hello, Bennett!
What's the trouble?

- Sheriff Todd won't
turn Lanigan over.

The fool says he'll
make a fight of it.

- I'll have
a talk with him.

Marshal Earp,
this is Dave Bennett,

the president of our Citizens'
Committee for Law and Order.

- You mean
vigilantes.

Glad to know you,
Mr. Bennett.

- So you're the
great Wyatt Earp.

Gentlemen, this is the new
peace officer Marsh hired

to replace
Wild Bill Hickok.

- Save the handshakin' for
later. Come along, Wyatt.

[ Knocking ]

Sheriff Todd?

- Yeah?

- Marsh Murdock.
Open up.

- Thank the Lord,
Marsh. This Earp?

- That's right.

- The rest of
ya stand back!

- It's providential, Earp,
simply providential.

I'm no hand with guns.

My job is strictly
collecting taxes.

I hope you can take over
this affair right away.

I'll swear him in.

That'll make it legal till
the Judge gets back, huh?

- All right, all right,
but calm down!

You alone here?

- Yeah.

- What happened to
the deputy marshals?

- They all skipped.

They're afraid of
the Citizens' Committee.

- Slick Lanigan's a faro
dealer at Rowdy Kate's.

Who's the man
he murdered?

- Hank Mahoney.
I didn't know him.

- I do, unless there are
2 Hank Mahoneys.

And the one I know
is a killer.

- Hank Mahoney wasn't armed,
Dave Bennett says.

- I'd like to talk
to Lanigan, OK?

- Of course. Bring him
in here. Will you, Sheriff?

- All right.

Lanigan's your responsibility.
You handle the CCs.

- You better put
this on, Wyatt.

- Wait a minute.

You didn't tell me there
were vigilantes.

- We had to let them organize.

The cowhands threatened
to tear the town apart.

- I don't work with
vigilantes, Mr. Murdock.

- Neither do I.

And I should've told you that
the CCs are a special problem.

But I was afraid you'd
turn down the job.

- Looks like I better
do that now.

- Hold on, Wyatt!

- I don't like
vigilantes!

They shoot and hang a man first,
then ask questions.

You hired me
to enforce the law.

Well, lynchin' a man
isn't the law.

- I agree with you.

Judge Jewitt,
Mayor Hope and I

want to force the
vigilantes to disband.

We're convinced that some
of them are mixed up

with the crooked
gambling and rustling.

- That's a good bet.

- But we have to
have proof, Wyatt.

It has to stand up in court.

- Will you back me up if I start
roustin' that crowd out there?

- All the way!

- Here's Lanigan.

What'll I tell
the vigilantes?

- Tell 'em Marshal Earp
is working on the case.

- Thanks.

- Rest yourself.

A lot of men out there that
wanna hang ya, Mr. Lanigan.

- Oh, sure.

- I understand you
killed Hank Mahoney

when he wasn't
wearin' any guns.

- You the Wyatt Earp that
ran it over Ben Thompson?

- Yes, he is.

- [Bennett]:
Hey, Murdock!

Quit stallin'
and bring him out!

- Hold it, Bennett! Just give
us a couple of minutes!

- That'd be Dave Bennett.
Important man!

- Was Hank wearin' a gun?

- Two of them.
- You shot him in a fair fight?

- He yelled for me to
come out in the alley.

I came out, and gave
him both barrels.

- Shotgun, huh?
- Yeah.

- Who took care of Mahoney then?

- Sheriff Todd says
he helped carry him

over to Doc Fabrique's office.

Shot in the stomach,
what could Doc do?

- Well, then you claim

that somebody must've taken
the guns off the body.

- How else could it
have happened?

- Why was Hank gunnin' for ya?

- I work for Rowdy Kate.
Maybe she can tell ya.

If you're gonna turn me
over to the vigilantes,

at least give me a gun.

- Mr. Lanigan, what
makes you think

I'd turn you over
to that lynch mob?

- Oh, they're
not a mob.

They're the Citizens'
Committee for Law and Order.

They run this
town, Mr. Earp.

- They do?

- No, they don't
run this town.

You're the Marshal of Wichita.
The prisoner's in your hands.

- Thank you,
Mr. Murdock.

- Must be this lucky
egg that Katy gave me.

All of a sudden,
I draw 2 aces.

- I'm gonna take Mr. Lanigan
back to his cell,

and then have a little
talk with that committee.

- All right, men, now this
is what we're gonna do.

We run this town,
you understand?

And nobody's gonna
tell us what to do.

- Gentlemen!

There appears
to be some doubt

that Mahoney was unarmed
when Lanigan shot him.

- That's ridiculous!
We have 10 witnesses!

- Break it up!

- What?

- I said break it up!
You have no business here.

Now, I know what you
men call yourselves,

but you're just a
plain lynch mob to me.

- Marsh, you're gonna
put up with this?

- I hired Mr. Earp

with Judge Jewitt and
Mayor Hope's approval.

- Not with
my approval!

- He doesn't need
your approval!

Your committee doesn't
have any legal standing.

Now, if Lanigan
is guilty,

he'll be punished
according to the law.

But in the meantime,
Mr. Bennett,

you and your friends
are packin' guns

in violation of
a city ordinance.

I realize it hasn't
been enforced lately,

so that's the reason I'm not
gonna arrest ya at this time.

- Why, you--

- Don't try it!

Now, most of you
are decent men,

and yet you let a fool like
this tell ya what to do.

Now, I don't think
Mr. Lanigan is guilty,

and I aim
to prove it.

But either way, you're
not the judge and jury.

Now, get movin'!

- Come on,
Dave.

- You haven't seen
the last of me!

[ Knocking on door ]

- Quit that!

[ Knocking ]

Go away!

- It's Mildred,
Miss Kate.

It's the Marshal,
the new Marshal.

- Earp? What's he want at
this hour of the morning?

- He says it's about Slick,

and he's real nice and
gentlemanly too, Miss Kate.

- All right, tell him
to come on up.

- She says it's
all right, Mr. Earp.

Right up the stairs.

- What an hour to wake anybody
up, at 1:00 in the afternoon!

[ Sighs ]

Do I look awful?

- You look real
fine, Miss Kate.

- Oh, you always say
those nice things, Mildred.

Open the door.

Well!

- How do you do,
Miss Kate?

I'm sorry to
bother you so early.

- Harm's already been done.
Is Mr. Lanigan OK?

- Well, for the
time being, yes.

- I hear you put a head on the
Thompsons over at Ellsworth.

- Well, I put
Bill in jail.

- Just like that, huh?

Hey, Mildred!
Coffee, on the double!

- Yes, ma'am.

- Sit down!

- Thank you.

- Mr. Earp, I wanna
be polite,

but I can't afford to
get mixed up in this.

- Maybe you can answer
a few questions.

Like, was Hank Mahoney
packin' guns last night?

- Yes, 2 of 'em.

- Will you testify to that?

- If I did that, I'd
leave Wichita in a coffin!

- You're afraid of
the vigilantes, huh?

- Scared to death!

Have a drink,
Mr. Earp?

- Don't use it.

- Some...

- No, thanks.

- Any vices at all?

- Miss Kate, I, uh, I came
here to question you.

- Can't talk about it,
not even to help Slick!

And I'm real fond of him!

- Are you in
love with him?

- No. He's a good
faro dealer.

He doesn't cheat the customers
and he doesn't cheat the house.

That's why he--

Slick's been after
me to marry him.

Good faro dealers are so scarce,
I've been considerin' it.

Right there,
Mildred.

You do drink coffee?

- Yes'm, but not
now, thanks.

You're gonna lose
Mr. Lanigan.

- What?

- His only defense is
for somebody to prove

that Hank Mahoney was
armed and gunnin' for him.

If you leave things stand
the way they are now,

the law's gonna
hang him.

Good day, Miss Kate.

- Hold on!

I know what happened
last night and why!

But I can't prove it.

- Why don't you tell me
about it? Maybe I can.

- And keep me
out of it?

- Well, I can try to, but
that's all I'm gonna promise.

- Oh, better try!

You can get me run
out of town or killed!

- Who are you
afraid of?

- The gambling place
across the street.

- The Palace?

- Yes. They tried to hire
Slick away from me.

He wouldn't leave me, so they
hired Mahoney to gun him.

- Just because he
wouldn't take their job?

- No, Slick also
talked too much

about the men who secretly
owned that place.

- Hmm, Mr. Bennett, maybe.

- Slick killed Mahoney
in a fair fight!

But somebody took
Hank's guns and hid 'em

before Doc Fabrique
claimed the body.

That's the truth.
I can't prove it. I...

I've said all
I'm gonna say.

- Well, will you
talk at the trial?

- No.

- Well, thank you. You've
helped considerable, Miss Kate.

Do you want
a bodyguard?

- Not now. But you'd
be my first choice!

[ Chuckling ]

- Well, thank you.

I'm, uh, gonna go up
and see Doc Fabrique now.

- Don't mention
my name, please!

- Why, is he
a friend of Bennett?

- Oh no! Doc
hates everybody!

- Well, thank you
for your hospitality.

- Just keep on
with that stuff,

and you'll fall off
your horse again!

Bust your stitches loose and
bleed to death on the road.

I've been lookin'
for a good cadaver

to send to the St. Louis
Medical School.

That blather-lipped, snake-eyed
scrimshank Mahoney fellow

got himself all messed up
with buckshot in the abdomen.

You do me a favor,
and bleed to death!

[ Knocking ]

Busy! Busy!
Sit down and wait!

Be glad you fell
on your head.

You might've
broken your arm!

- Dr. Fabrique, I'm Wyatt
Earp, the new City Marshal.

- I don't care
who you are!

I told you to
sit down and wait!

That'll be $1!

35 cents! Get
out of here!

I wanna talk to you!

- You better talk to me.

- Huh? What's that?

- You're the Coroner
around here, aren't you?

- Well, yes.

- You collect a fee for every
death by violence, don't you?

- Young man,
if you mean to--

- Where's your autopsy

and coroner's inquest
report on Hank Mahoney?

- Autopsy!

You sure you haven't got
some buttons loose?

- Now look, you're
wastin' both of our time.

I want the report
on Hank Mahoney.

This just happens to be
a murder case, you know.

- Autopsy!

Hank was killed with buckshot
wounds in the abdomen!

It was so obvious that only
a young idiot like you

would ask for
an autopsy!

- What about the
coroner's inquest?

- All foolishness!

Hank was killed at the
hands of Slick Lanigan.

I'll have the coroner's
report on Hank ready

in plenty of time
for the trial.

- No, Doctor, I'll
be back in 10 minutes.

- Get out of my office!

Ten minutes!

Autopsy!

Next patient!

- Hi, Mr. Murdock.

- Well, the town's
starting to spin.

I hear you fired 3 deputies
and swore in 5 new men.

- Seven. They're my friends
from buffalo-huntin' days.

- Have you learned
anything new?

- Yeah, but nothing
fit to print.

Did you, uh, get that
telegram off to Judge Jewitt?

- Uh-huh. Got an answer.
He'll be back tonight.

- That's good. I'm gonna
ask him for a court order

disbanding the vigilantes.

- Wonderful!

But you better
have some evidence.

The Judge hates 'em,

but he still has to follow
the letter of the law.

- I know.
I'm workin' on it.

Well, I'm gonna go down
and see Doc Fabrique

before he leaves
his office.

I'll see you at dinner.

- Fine.

- Oh, by the way, I wrote
a story for your paper.

It says that any
honest citizen who knows

what happened to
Hank Mahoney's guns

should come
forward and tell.

- New lead?

- Mmm-hmm.

- Thanks, Wyatt!

Now, listen to what I'm
gonna read ya, Doctor.

"It is specifically provided by
the terms of this ordinance

"that the City Marshal
must certify to all fees

"collected
by the Coroner."

- Let me see that.

- Here.

- The scoundrels!

Those red-eyed
pipsqueak politicians!

If I'd known that, I
wouldn't have taken the job.

- That's too bad, Doc.

The records show that
since Mr. Hickok quit

and I took
over the job,

the city owes you
$137 in back fees.

You want me to certify?

- I earned it?

- Sure, and
you'll get it.

- When? When
will I get it?

- Just as soon as you perform
an autopsy on Hank Mahoney.

- Oh, you're worse
than Wild Bill Hickok.

He was a smart skunk,

but you're a crafty one!

OK, the body's
in the backroom.

- Can I watch?

- Suit yourself!

And I hope you'll faint
at the sight of it!

Quite the stubborn
head! Go on!

- So, you don't like your
job as sheriff, huh?

- You know what I mean.
I don't like lynchings.

I told you this morning, when I
wouldn't let you take Lanigan.

- Shut up! You're in this
just as deep as any of us!

Lanigan knows too much, and
Earp's been snoopin' around.

If we blundered
once before

in hirin' a drunken
fool to gun Slick,

this time we're gonna do our
own job with a rope, right?

- I don't
know, Dave.

- All bets down,
gentlemen?

Five of spades.

Five of spades?
Oh yes. No?

Nobody on five
of spades. Seven of--

- Hold the game!

- I thought I told you never
come in my place again!

- Keep your temper!

Now, Earp has
enough evidence

to clear Slick
if he wants to use it,

but you know what that
nasty fella told me?

He says he'll
let Lanigan swing

if you don't tell him the
truth about the vigilantes.

- No!

- Well, Earp can just let
Dave Bennett take Slick.

Just sit in the jail office
tonight and do nothing.

Now, if you like that fella,
you blonde-headed nanny goat,

you'll be there!

- Oh!

- All right, gentlemen!
I'm takin' over for Kate.

Make your game!

- Marshal Earp,
the Citizens' Committee

is formin' up at
the lumberyard.

They'll be here in
about 10 minutes.

- OK. Did all
the deputies report?

- Yes, sir.

- Good. Tell 'em to load
their shotguns with slugs.

We'll make our play
out in front.

- Yes, sir.

- Close the door,
and don't let anybody in.

- Yes, sir.

- Did you send
Doc Fabrique?

- Mmm-hmm.

- Well, it won't work!

I don't care that
much about Slick!

- You're in love
with him.

- You're not gonna
get me in court.

- I think you
know all about

Bennett and Sheriff
Todd, don't you?

- Yes.

But if you expect me
to go to court and--

I just can't and live!

- Doc Fabrique
says you will.

- Why, that old fool!

- He says you're
in love with Slick,

and he also says that
Bennett owns the Palace Saloon.

And that Sheriff Todd made a
deal with you and some others

to collect only
half your taxes.

Is that the truth?

- Well... yes.

- Bennett and Todd are
leaders of the vigilantes.

Do you think it's right for
these men to parade around town

with guns and
lynchin' ropes?

- No.

- Don't think you're gonna
be safe just by not talkin'.

Bennett'll turn on ya someday
and run you right out of town,

just like he's tryin'
to run me out.

- And why should I be
the one to squeal in court?

- Because you're honest.

Because you're
in love with Slick.

Because you hate violence
and despise hypocrites.

- I'm not that
good, Mr. Earp,

or that brave!

- I'll see you in court
in the morning.

- Don't count on it!

- You better use this door.

No sense you
gettin' hurt.

Oh, and you better go
straight back to your place.

- Come on, Earp.
Bring him out!

- I told you men this mornin'
you were a lynch mob.

Do I start shooting or will
you listen to some evidence?

- What evidence?

- Hank Mahoney was wearin'
guns last night.

Lanigan's buckshot tore off
part of his gun belt

and carried it
into his body.

Doc Fabrique recovered
a hunk of the gun belt

along with 2 .45 cartridges
in the autopsy.

- The Doc's a liar
and so are you!

- Now, the rest of
you men file by,

and I'll show
you the evidence.

- You're right, Marshal Earp.
I'm sorry I listened to Dave.

- Mr. McCrady?

The followin' men
are under arrest:

Mr. Brown, Mr. Fisher,
Mr. Salder...

and Mr. Bennett.

Give him your guns,
and put 'em in jail.

You men, pick up
Mr. Bennett!

So, the rest of you men
go on home, where you belong.

Go on!

- He's stalled on
reading your petition

about as long
as he can.

You sure Kate
will come?

- Well, if she
doesn't, we're sunk!

- Marshal Earp?

- Yes, Your Honor?

- You make
the charge here

that several members of
the Citizens' Committee

are of bad character and are
allied with the hoodlum element.

- Yes, Your Honor.

- Very well.

Have you any
testimony to present,

bearing on
this accusation?

- Well, no, sir,
not at this time. You see--

- Let's see the proof.
Where's the witnesses?

- Order!

- Shut up,
Bennett!

Throw him out
of court, Judge!

- Order!

Proceed, Marshal Earp.

- I ask the court to realize
that it takes time

to gather legal proof
against illegal vigilantes.

I need a temporary
court injunction

to publicly discredit--

- Marshal! The court
has heard enough!

You display poor judgment
in making slanderous charges

against Mr. Bennett
and his associates

without a single witness!

- Mr. Earp has a
witness, Your Honor.

May I?

- Swear her in, clerk.

Thank you,
Miss Kate.

- It's a pleasure, Judge.

- The court apologizes
to Marshal Earp

for having
doubted his word,

and wishes to express its
gratitude to Miss Kate

for having the courage
to come here and testify.

[ All talking ]

It is the order
of the court

that the Citizens' Committee
here and now disband!

Court is adjourned.

- You did wonderful!

- Oh, I'm so glad you
think so! I was so nervous!

I didn't think I'd
get here in time!

Is this official
or personal, Mr. Earp?

- I'm your bodyguard.

- Oh, Bennett wouldn't
dare do anything now!

Oh!

Thanks!

I'm quite the little heroine
now! Even the good folks--

- Look out!

- Why didn't
ya shoot him?

- No need to. I can
trace him through this.

He's probably just a decoy
to draw me away from you.

- Oh, don't draw
away from me!

- Don't worry,
I won't!

I want the word to get around
that I'm real fond of ya.

I'll gun anybody
that does ya any harm.

- That oughta get
the word around.

Oh, I liked that!

- Uh, Miss Kate, uh...

Break it up, you men!
Go on, break it up!

* Well, he cleaned up
the country *

* The old Wild West country *

* He made law
and order prevail *

* And none can deny it,
the legend of Wyatt *

* Forever will live
on the trail *

* Oh, Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp *

* Brave, courageous and bold *

* Long live his fame
and long live his glory *

* And long may
his story be told *

* Long may his story *

* Be *

* Told *

* Hmm *