All language subtitles for The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp S03E05 Wells Fargo vs. Doc Holliday

Who jumped you, Mr. Rennick?

Skunky Grogan and his men.

They had Doc Holliday with 'em.

Are you sure?

I'd know Grogan and Holliday anywhere.

Even behind masks.

Doc doesn't need to rob stages. How much did they get?

Not a dime. We outrun 'em.

Doc Holliday was in on it. I'll swear to that.

All right, we'll get you patched up and then we'll go after them.

Some of you men take him over to Doc's.

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The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp...

The friendship between Marshal Wyatt Earp

and Dr. John H. Holliday,

gambler, gunfighter and killer, was one of the enigmas

of the western frontier.

Dr. Holliday was not popular with Wyatt's other friends,

who predicted that eventually he would involve Wyatt in serious trouble.

The attack on a Wells Fargo stage in the summer of '78

provided these cassandras with what seemed to be ironclad evidence

that Doc Holliday had betrayed Wyatt.

What is this now? Sam Rennick claims he can positively identify

Doc Holliday in the Wells Fargo holdup.

That's right, Your Honor.

Now, Wyatt, everybody who's your friend tried to warn you...

That's enough, Jim, that's enough.

Wyatt, we know that Doc saved your life in the Morrison fight.

If you want to send Sheriff Masterson after him, we'll understand.

Sure, just so Doc don't work on your feelings of gratitude.

It's got nothing to do with it, Mr. Kelley.

If Doc and Grogan did it, they'll be coming in for trial,

but let's leave Bat Masterson out of this.

But you are gonna take some deputies.

No, sir. If Doc is innocent,

he'd resent my coming after him with a posse.

Resent? Indeed now!

Temper, temper, Mr. Kelley.

Now as soon as I have a chance to talk with Mrs. Holliday,

I'll be hitting the trail.

You think that's wise?

Mrs. Holliday won't tell you anything even if she knows.

You don't know Miss Kate, Judge, she's...

She's quite a talker.

Doc Holliday, a sick man associating with Skunky Grogan.

Maybe they did try to rob a stage.

But why?

John won over $50,000 gambling in Denver.

Now why would he want to turn to stage robbery?

Well, maybe he didn't, Miss Kate.

Probably did.

Yes, life has been dull since we got to Dodge.

John would rob a stage just for amusement.

Did he tell you where he was going to meet Mr. Grogan?

Yes, I have it all written down.

John never leaves without telling me where he'll be.

Longhorn creek,

on the old Cheyenne Trail.

Just listen to this.

"Katie dear, Grogan's poker game, address below.

"Just a few days. John."

He deserves every bit of trouble he gets himself into.

Now, maybe not, Miss Kate.

Yes, you would stick up for him.

He's always right and I'm just the nagging wife.

Wyatt, are you going to arrest him?

I guess I'll have to.

Well, all right.

Don't you go shooting at John.

He told me he'd never pull a gun on you under any circumstance.

He said that?

Yes.

John really likes you.

He thinks you're the only decent friend he has in the world.

Sitting on that damp ground playing poker

with Skunky Grogan.

I know Doc must be a considerable problem.

You could never know what I've been through with that man.

Why couldn't I have fallen in love with somebody like you?

Thanks, but you didn't.

And that's my misfortune.

Now don't you worry, I'll bring Doc in safe and sound.

Wyatt.

Bless you.

Well, Doc, another $100 worth.

I'll call you.

Hold it! Somebody's coming. Who are you?

Hold it. Don't shoot.

Doc, I want a pow wow.

Blast it all. Holster that gun, Skunky.

- You know him?
- I do. It's Wyatt Earp.

Uh-uh. I said no shooting.

Ain't he that John law from Dodge City?

He's an acquaintance of mine. He said no shooting, but I didn't.

Anybody else feeling hostile?

Mr. Grogan, this is Mr. Earp.

I suppose Katie talked you into riding out here.

No, the Wells Fargo stage was attacked by robbers.

The drivers accused you and Mr. Grogan of doing it.

Awww. Who was the driver?

Sam Rennick.

How much was he carrying?

$40,000.

Too bad, Skunky.

Yeah, you and your poker game.

Skunky wanted to have a go at that stage,

but he owed me some poker money so I insisted he and the boys stay here.

You didn't pull the job?

No, Wyatt, you know better than that.

If I'd had, I'd have the $40,000.

Yeah, I think you would. The trouble is, Doc, that Mr. Rennick

signed a formal charge against you and Mr. Grover.

So your duty calls on you

to inTerrupt a quiet poker game.

You mean he'd try to arrest us?

He will arrest us, Skunky.

Hold it. All of you.

There's something I've got to prove to Wyatt Earp.

While I'm proving it, you my friends would be better off in jail.

Get on your horses, all of you.

Start back for Dodge.

Mr. Rennick has testified that he recognized Dr. Holliday and Mr. Grover

among the men who attacked the stage.

That's right.

Ordinarily, this court would not hold the suspect

on the evidence of one witness. Please step down.

Thank you.

However, the general reputation of Dr. Holliday

inspires no confidence in court.

Or in me, either. That's enough.

Each of the suspects is charged

with attempted stage robbery

and will be held in jail and unless bond is furnished.

How much is the bond?

$1,000 each.

It's an outrage. I won't pay it.

Order!

Your Honor. Yes, Marshal Earp.

Your Honor, Dr. Holliday's wife gave me money for the bail.

I ask the court to accept it.

Well... see, Your Honor, Dr. Holliday is in...

He's not in good health.

- So I ask you...
- No, Wyatt, I'll go to jail. Come on.

Order! Bail is accepted.

Thank you.

Wells Fargo is a very important company, Wyatt,

but it's only human like the rest of us.

So?

Northwest Route hasn't been changed since you rode shotgun.

I never made that run. Never drove into Dodge.

Good thing you didn't.

They would have spoiled your perfect record.

That route is a stage robber's dream.

It's straight through natural ambush.

All the bridges are either rotted or wasted away.

The stage could have been jumped at any one of a hundred blind spots

between here and Nevada.

I could never understand why they didn't change that route.

Could be a dozen reasons.

Management in San Francisco may not have checked the records recently

and found out how much money they were losing on the route.

That's what happens when a company grows too fast and gets too big.

You stop that! Shame on you.

Worrying me half to death and then... Wyatt, stop him.

He should be in bed.

Wyatt, if you wanna solve that bungled stage robbery,

see me later.

How beautiful are you today, my dear.

There's nothing like two days with Skunky Grogan

to make a husband's heart grow fonder.

Katie.

Maybe you can talk some sense into him, Mr. Padgett.

I don't understand this.

The Marshal and Wells Fargo are old friends.

You say he doesn't believe the Grogan outfit attacked number 81?

Not only that, Doc Holliday has him twisted around his little finger,

to the scandal of our town.

Doc Holliday, oh, yeah.

The man's a gambler and a gunfighter,

but I never heard of him robbing a stage.

He'd do it if the idea appealed to him.

In fact...

Howdy.

Mr. Earp, Mr. Padgett of Wells Fargo.

Howdy. I'll leave him to talk some sense into your head.

Thank you, Mr. Kelley.

The Mayor doesn't like my associating with Doc Holliday.

- Sit down.
- Thanks.

- Can I get you some coffee?
- No, thanks.

Well, you got any new information?

No, no, I haven't. I just got in by train from k.C.

All I have is the driver's identification.

Well, that's enough, ain't it?

I mean, we can go to trial right away.

- No, sir.
- Why not?

Grogan's got a record in Missouri.

The jury would send him and his boys up just on general principle.

General principles aren't enough for me, Mr. Padgett.

What about Doc?

A stretch in jail wouldn't hurt him.

It'd kill him. Got a case of t.B.

Thought you were still on good terms with Wells Fargo.

Not that good.

Sorry, Marshal,

but it's always company rule to press for a quick trial.

Yeah, you can do that.

Good day, Mr. Padgett.

Al.

Yes, sir. When's the next stage leave for Nevada?

12:00 noon.

- Duty roster's on the desk. You take over.
- Yes, sir.

Meet me at the stage depot with a shotgun and a Winchester.

I'm gonna go talk with Doc Holliday.

- John, what on earth are you doing?
- Here.

Shut up! Come on, Wyatt.

We won't be gone long. You go first.

John. John!

John, you never leave without telling me where...

Locking me in.

Hold it.

Sorry, boys, we're gonna have to ask you to step down.

We're making this run for you

in the nature of a little mission.

Come on, get down. Move.

They're taking a Wells Fargo stage.

Hyah!

They stole it!

If they moved the route five miles east of here,

they'd have a coach trail on the open prairie

instead of letting it run through these foothills.

Better drainage when it rains, Doc.

The ground gets just as muddy for hoodlum horses as coach horses.

That's true, but... loyalty.

Ridiculous loyalty.

Just because you worked for them eight years ago.

You hate to admit that Wells Fargo can commit one blunder.

Don't you believe in being loyal, Doc?

Not when it blinds a man to the truth.

That's Smiley's Leap. Named for Smiley Hummer.

He owns a robbery concession on this part of the route.

I think you're joking.

But just in case you're not, you better get that shotgun handy.

I never use shoulder guns.

The kick of them starts me to coughing.

Come on, Wyatt, put them into a gallop.

There's too many of 'em, Wyatt. Let's get out of here! Right!

- Pull 'em up!
- I'm trying!

- What's the matter?
- We better load up, Wyatt.

I wanted to see if you were hurt.

No, I'm all right.

We better turn back and see if we can take Smiley Hummer.

Smiley didn't do the Wells Fargo job.

It happened in Foreman Clark's section of the Trail.

Clark. He operates out of Utah.

No more. The Mormons made it too hard for him.

Let's move ahead.

Let Smiley go scot-free?

Smiley's dead.

He's the first one I shot.

We'll be crossing over into Foreman Clark's section of the line down yonder.

Could be some real fighting.

What's holding up?

They won't go. What do you mean they won't go?

They're all Earp and Masterson deputies.

They say if Wyatt took that stage, he took it for a good reason.

Oh, sure, sure.

I'll ask Judge Tobin to swear in a citizens posse.

- No, you won't, Mr. Padgett.
- What?

You can't send greenhorns after Wyatt and Doc.

You'll get too many men hurt and killed.

Wyatt and the Doc are the two fastest guns I ever heard about.

And if you want 'em arrested, you arrest them.

All right, I will.

Whoa. Ho!

The sand looks pretty deep up there. Supposed to be a bridge some place.

Used to be. Up the stream a piece. Indians burned it.

I better get down and take a closer look.

You're just wasting your time.

Suit yourself, Wyatt.

Hey! Hey!

We're stuck, Wyatt.

Ho! Ho!

Here. Rest easy. I'll get us out of this.

My last pint! Let's rush 'em!

- You hit?
- No. Let's rush 'em.

No. Hold your temper. We'll stay here.

You side winding whiskey thieves! Come out of that brush!

Hold it. Hold your fire.

Doc Holliday.

Doc, we might have shot you.

Blast you, Foreman.

One of your thieves busted my last pint of whiskey.

It was my fault. I was aiming at your head.

Didn't mean to harm the pint.

Well, that's different.

- Who's the John law?
- Wyatt Earp.

Oh, yeah, that friend of yours from Dodge.

He ain't no friend of mine. I'm helping him

on a Wells Fargo case to save my own hide.

I'm accused of a holdup I didn't even commit.

Wyatt, this is Foreman Clark. You wanna talk to him?

Yeah, I sure do.

All right, seeing as you're with Doc.

Let's go back to camp.

Wyatt, Foreman don't like peace officers any more than I do.

But he's got sense enough not to try any gunplay with the two of them.

That's what happened so far.

Judge Tobin is holding Doc and Mr. Grogan for the job.

I don't think they did it.

That's smart thinking, Mr. Earp.

No stage has ever gotten away from Doc.

That's right. That's what I told him.

Who do you think did it?

Well, not me or any of my boys.

That hoodlum Sam Rennick, the one who testified he saw Doc,

we used to ride with him,

and nobody who knows him would ever believe him.

How'd he get a job with Wells Fargo?

Well, heck, everybody makes mistakes, Mr. Earp.

I do it, too, once in a while. Right, Doc?

I told him.

You never said you knew Rennick.

Doc let Rennick identify him. Didn't say a word.

Sure, I wanted Grogan to stay in jail.

Skunky was into me for $3,900.

Who do you think it was, Doc?

I think it was Webb Dilliard.

Yeah, Dilliard, could be.

He sneaks in and out of this Territory.

Makes a lot of sense, Wyatt.

Why would Rennick accuse you and Mr. Grogan?

I think that Webb Dilliard paid him to accuse Grogan and me.

What's Dilliard got against you, Doc?

Last time I was in a game with webb, I threatened to cut his throat.

Otherwise, why would Sam Rennick accuse Skunky and me

if Webb Dilliard wasn't paying?

Yeah, and you say that Dilliard even shot up Rennick?

One of his own spies on a Wells Fargo driver list.

That's right.

All right, where can I find Mr. Dilliard?

You save yourself the trouble, Mr. Earp.

Doc and me, we'll find him.

Bring him into Dodge? Why, sure.

- How about it, Doc?
- You can count me in on that.

It might take a little time, though, Marshal.

How much time?

Two, three days.

Say, Clark, have your boys

help Wyatt take that stage out of the sand.

Right. You and Dave and Alfredo go along with the Marshal.

Thanks.

Doc, I'd like to have Mr. Dilliard and some of his men alive.

I would, too. Killing's too good for them.

Whoa!

Whoa, there, Marshal. You're under arrest for stealing that coach.

You go for that gun and I'll crease your thick skull.

You forget I'm a Special Agent for Wells Fargo.

And I could only conclude that you've lost your mind.

Turning Doc loose.

Trusting him and Foreman Clark to bring Dilliard in.

And finally, what do you do?

Fire on a duly accredited agent of Wells Fargo. The man's a fool.

Indeed now.

He was only trying to do his duty as he saw it.

Now wait a minute, Judge. Wait a minute.

I'm an old Wells Fargo hand myself.

When this case is over, I'm gonna turn in a report to the company

- that won't make nice reading.
- Your report?

That's right.

Straight to the home office in San Francisco.

They let the whole Nevada Route go to rack and ruin

and then they send an idiot like this out here to make things even worse.

I'm tired. I need sleep.

Now, Wyatt, this is hard for me to say.

Judge Tobin and I have to save you from the influence of Doc Holliday.

Well, that's odd, Mr. Kelley.

Doc is hoping that somebody will save him from my influence.

Wake me up when Doc gets in with the prisoners.

That's enough for now, Jim.

But we agreed to suspend him.

There's plenty of time for that.

Let him wait a bit longer for Doc Holliday. That'll be the real lesson.

You cowtown people make me sick.

Holliday's flown the Coop and you know it.

Next thing you'll let Grogan and his men out of jail.

I gotta telegraph my company for instruction.

- Where's Wyatt?
- He went to take a nap.

He did, did he?

I could do with a nap myself.

Webb Dilliard and associates.

Come on, Kelley.

Start earning the pay you get.

You'll find the guns in the saddlebag.

Who is it?

It's Kate Holliday, Wyatt. John's here with me.

Just a minute.

Oh, come on in.

- Won't you sit down?
- No, thanks.

Look at him. Wyatt, just look at him.

The Doc looks the same as usual, Miss Kate.

Did you bring the prisoners in?

- Yes, Wyatt.
- Thank you, Doc.

They turned Skunky Grogan and his boys loose.

Now John wants to ride up to Skunky Grogan's camp

and start that poker game again.

Oh, Wyatt, stop him. Save him from another sick spell.

Katie, it's my life and it's my money.

I gotta go and win it back from Skunky Grogan.

Now wait a minute. If you win from Grogan, he'll pay you back

in stolen money, won't he?

You'll have to prove that, Wyatt.

Katie, don't hang around this room.

They'll throw Wyatt out of the church.

What am I going to do?

Well, Miss Katie, he's your husband.

And he's my friend.

Katie, come on!

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♪ 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 ♪

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