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* [humming]

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* Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp

* Brave, courageous,
and bold *

* Long live his fame
and long live his glory *

* And long may his
story be told *

* [humming]

[Narrator]
When Wyatt Earp
as marshal of Wichita

ran Manning Clements
out of town,

he overlooked
one dangerous fact:

Clements, a notorious killer
in his own right,

was first cousin to
John Wesley Hardin

In the West of 1875,
Hardin was known

as the deadliest
gunslinger of them all,

and Wes Hardin was now on
his way to Wichita.

Well, there's Wichita, hon.

Right around that bend.

Do we have to go
to Wichita?

We have to sell
the horses.

That's not
the only reason.

You listened to
Manning Clements.

Oh, he's kinfolk, hon.

A stupid,
ignorant yahoo.

Why don't you let him
settle his own quarrel?

'Cause Wyatt Earp's
too smart for him.

But he ain't
too smart for me.

More trouble.

Oh, why, Wes?

We're out of Texas.
The law's not
after you here.

Why don't we just
push on to Nebraska
and get clean away?

Because I owe it Manning.

Owe?
I do owe him, hon.

Manning, Joe-- Why, the whole
Clements branch of the family

helped me in that
Sutton-Taylor fight.

I hate and despise
the Clements.

No man gonna tell no kin
of mine to get out of no town.

So you just let me handle
this my own way, Janey.

Manning asked me
to do a chore for him,

and I'm going to do it.

Gunning Wyatt Earp?

That's a chore.

* [humming]

Might be real pleasant.

Giddy-up.

Come on.

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Why weren't you down
at the rail yard?

Lucky I wasn't.

Figured that Snake River
outfit real quick.

An extra deputy
would have made it easier.

Then who would have seen
John Wesley Hardin
come into town?

Hardin?
Yep.

Him and his wife.

They came in with a string
of trade horses.

Put up at
the Texas Hotel,
saucy as you please.

Oh.

Wes is first cousin
to Manning Clements,
you know.

Yeah.

If I was you, Mr. Earp,

I'd get the jump
on his fast.

I don't have any
warrant for Hardin.

There's plenty of
warrants for him
down south

and about 10,000
in rewards.

You want scalp money, Sam?

I could use some.

But mainly I'm thinking
of you and Wes in an tangle.

I know that.

Well, Hardin might not
be aiming to pick up
Clements' quarrel.

He's been running
a long time.

Could be he's tired of it.

Well, there's only
one way of finding out.

How's that?

I'll go ask him.

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Hello, Mr. Earp.
Hiya, Ben.

John Wesley Hardin
registered?
Yep.

His wife went up
to their room.

He's in the bar.

He check his guns?

Right nice about it.
No argument.

Thanks, Ben.

And there was
Wild Bill Hickok

all duded up
for the women

and ready to make
a big showoff play.

He stepped up to me
and he said,

"Mr. Hardin, I must
ask you for your guns."

[laughing]
[Man]
What'd you do, Wes?

Mr. Earp.

Well, don't let me
interrupt, Mr. Hardin.

You Wyatt Earp?
Mm-hmm.

Why, you ain't much
older than I am.

Well, you're quite
an old man from
experience, Mr. Hardin.

I sure am.

I ought to be gray-headed
by now, Mr. Earp.

Wes, tell us what happened
when Hickok asked you to
hand over your guns.

Well, it wasn't much.

Just a little trick
I invented.

Would you like
to see it, Mr. Earp?

Well, Mr. Hardin,
I'm always interested
in new gun tricks.

Well, I'll have to
get my guns.
Don't bother.

You can use
one of mine.

I, uh-- I've seen
a few accidents,

fellows doing tricks
with loaded guns.

[chuckles]
I've seen a few myself.

[drops cartridges on table]

Hey, that's a right
good gun.

Good balance.

Say, you must have had
a good gunsmith work
over that sear.

I did it myself.

No foolin'?

That's right slick.

I experiment around
with guns myself.

So I hear.

Hey, Wes, you said
you'd show us.

Yeah.

Well, uh, Hickok was
marshal of Abilene at
the time, Mr. Earp.

He asked me turn over
my guns to him, so, uh...

I handed them to him
grips first...

and then I...

The road agent's spin, huh?

Well, that's what
they call it now.

It's really
the Hardin spin.

Well, that's the fastest
I've ever seen it done.

Well, he's John Wesley Hardin.

Show us another trick, Wes.

Here's one I bet you ain't
never seen before.

[whistles]
That's real magic stuff, Wes.

You ever seen that one
before, Mr. Earp?

No, I haven't,

but I imagine it
comes in might handy
for you, Mr. Hardin.

That's called
the Hardin Switch.

Them rangers copied it.

They call it
the Border Switch.

The man who pioneered it
never gets the credit.

Well, that's very
often true.

You do any gun tricks,
Mr. Earp?

No, Mr. Hardin, I, uh...

just draw when
I have to and shoot.

Why don't you and Wes
draw against each other,

see which is
the fastest, huh?

Oh, come on!

Well, that wouldn't be
much of a contest.

Oh, I don't know
about that, Mr. Earp.

My cousin, Manning Clements,
tells me you're pretty
quick, too.

Well, Manning
wouldn't know.

He never drew
against me.

I don't take a bluff
like Manning does.

Well, you're a lot
smarter than he is.

He is pretty stupid,
ain't he?

He got scared by his
name on a grave.

I know. I heard about it.
[laughs]

And speaking of tricks,
Mr. Earp,

that was a right good one.

How about let's have
a drink on it?

Well, no, thanks.
I, uh...

I don't care too much
for that stuff.

But, uh, I'm very
happy to have met you,
Mr. Hardin.

Well, same here, Mr. Earp.

I'll see you around.

Hey, bartender.

Set 'em up for everybody.

[all talking]

Hardin, you're
a dirty liar.

What did you say?

I'm a friend of
Parrot Beak,

and nobody calls him
Parrot Beak and lives
but his friends.

James Butler Hickok,
that's his name.

The word's
fastest gunman.

And you never
ran into him in Abilene
or any other place.

You're just a no-good
dirty liar,

and I'm gonna--

[gunshot]

He dead?
He sure is.

Well, how'd you guess?

You didn't invent
the shoulder rig,
Mr. Hardin.

Used by gamblers in
the Mississippi steamboats.

Oh, not this rig.

That spring clip holds it.

It's my own idea.

Well, I'll see if the judge
can give you a patent.

Judge? Are you
arresting me?

That's right.

Well, it was a clear case
of self-defense.

All these men will testify
he drew on me first.

That's right, Mr. Earp.

This man had
a gun in his hand when
Wes drew and fired.

I'm not too sure
about that.

To jail, Mr. Hardin.

Well, just when I was commencing
to feel sorry for you.

Wes! Wes, what
have you done?

Nothing to worry about, hon.

I had to shoot a man,
that's all.

No!

Are you Mr. Earp?

That's right, ma'am.

Not for a minute--

It was self-defense,
wasn't it?

Why, sure.

Let's let the judge
decide that, ma'am.

Can I go with him?

No, no, you stay
right here, hon.

This won't take
30 minutes.

Oh, now don't
fret yourself, hon.

They can't hold me.

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[gasps, cries]

Judge, the man he killed,
Mr. Atwell,

had been drinking
by himself for
several hours.

Well, it just doesn't
seem logical to me

that after seeing
Hardin here do his tricks,

he'd want to
draw on him.

He talks like a lawyer,
don't he?
He sure does.

Order.

Marshal Earp,
these men have testified

that the deceased
did draw a gun.

And you have said that
when you found Mr. Atwell,

he had a gun in his hand
when he was lying on the floor.

That's true,
Your Honor,

but Hardin and anybody
else here could have

put that gun in his hand
after he was shot.

That is only your
theory, Earp.

Yeah.
Where's your proof?

Order!

For lack of evidence
to the contrary,

the court must rule that
you shot in self-defense.

But I'm fining you $100
for carrying this gun

in violation of
our city ordinance.

Fair enough.

Your Honor, I think this man
ought to be in jail.

I'm not satisfied
it was self-defense,

and I'd like to
work on the case.

You mean you'd like
to enjoy life
for a few days.

Are you threatening Mr. Earp?

Oh, no, sir.
Nothing like that.

Your Honor, I withdraw
my objection.

Fine him and turn him loose.

Very well.

But I'd advise him
to leave town.

50...

and 50.

Are you telling me
to leave, Judge?

No, I'm suggesting,
Mr. Hardin.

And you might be grateful
to me someday.

I ain't shown Earp
the real trick yet.

[laughter]

He is threatening you.

Yes, sir, he is.

Then go and get him.

I'll send him to jail
for 30 days.

I didn't think it'd
be a good idea to put
Hardin in jail, sir.

Word would get around
that I was scared of him.

Well, we can hold him
for the Texas officers.

Well, that wouldn't
be good, sir,

because then
they'd say I was after
the reward money.

Hang it all, Earp.

The man is one of
the worst killers
in the Southwest.

You'd be smart to get
this man out of town.

Well, Judge,
there are two things
a marshal can't do.

One of them is
you can't show fear
for any gunslinger,

and the other is you
can't trade in a man's
life for reward money.

Besides, Hardin's
got me curious.

I'd like to find out
what that trick is
he has up his sleeve.

Good day, sir.

* [humming]

I'm sorry I'm late, hon.

You said 30 minutes.

Oh, that Wyatt Earp
tried to hang me
on a murder charge.

Then he asked the judge
to put me in jail for
carrying Sweet Betsy.

I ought to gun him for that
if for nothing else.

Isn't one man enough
for you in this town?

I had to drop Atwell.
He was reaching.

You don't have
to gun Earp.

No.

Not tonight.

Not anytime.

Look, Wes,
I didn't unpack.

Let's get
out of here now.

Oh, please?

You can go if you want.

Just hitch up the team and go.

You've said that to me
quite a few times lately.

I say it again.

You're too good
for me, Janey.

You never should have
married me or stuck
with me the way you have.

I tried to quit
this kind of life.

We ran to Alabama.
We ran to Florida.

We took up horse trading.

Why, we even
changed our names.

It's done.
It was my decision.

I love you.

One thing always happens.

Some fellow with a tin star
following me out.

Got greedy
for the rewards.

Now it's Earp.

He's young,
and he's smart.

Awful smart.

He's a big hero in Wichita.

Killing me--
Don't say that.

I say killing me would be
a big thing to Earp.

Oh, no.

He ain't gonna let me
get out of town without a fight.

You can bet on that.

No, Wes.

You don't
want to leave.

If I can get him to
let us go, will you?

I'll go right now.
I'll talk to him.

He didn't looks so
mean and terrible to me.

I'll go right now.
Where will I fid him?

Oh, you'll find him
somewhere downtown,

not too far
from the hotel.

He'll be keeping
his eye out for me.

I'll ask people.

You'll see, Wes.

He'll listen to me.

You won't leave.

You'll be here
when I get back.

* [vocalizing]

You think
you can fix it?

Of course I can.

How soon, Mr. Earp?

Just as soon as you can.

That's my good coat,
you know.

For you, I mend it
right away.

It was good I was
working tonight, huh?

Thanks.

Well, good evening,
Mrs. Hardin.

Good evening.

Where can we talk?

Well, we can--

You talk right here.

I go to my workroom
in the back.

[laughs]

Sit down, Mrs. Hardin.

Thank you.

Wes thinks you won't
let him leave town.

Is that so?

There's nothing to stop
Mr. Hardin from leaving
town if he wants to.

Oh, he does want to.

Why do you say "if"?

Manning Clements
talked your husband into
coming here to gun me

because I drove him
out of town.

But Wes has
changed his mind.

All he wants now
is to leave town

before there's
any more trouble.

He's not gonna show me
the big trick, huh?

Trick?

I don't know
what you mean?

Well, it's some kind of
new gun trick he's invented,
Mrs. Hardin.

But if Wes has really
changed his mind,
it suits me fine.

Oh, he has changed.

He gave me his word.

This is the only real
chance I've ever had
to clear Wes and me.

We aim to go
to Nebraska.

change our names
and start in
a respectable business.

Is that your idea or his?

Both of us.

Mrs. Hardin, I think
your husband has
a trick up his sleeve

to use in
a gunfight with me,

and I think he gave
his word to Clements,

and that's stronger than
any promise he's made to you.

No, you're wrong.

All right.

All Wes has to do
to prove it is leave town.

You won't try
to stop him

or fight him
or ambush him
with deputies?

He'll have no trouble
unless he asks for it.

I believe you.

Thank you very much,
Mr. Earp.

Not at all, Mrs. Hardin.

[footsteps approaching]

[knock on door]
[Janey]
Wes? It's Janey.

In a second, honey.

We can leave.

I told you.

I told you Mr. Earp's
not after you.

Oh.

Oh, he wasn't
stringing me.

I could tell by
the way he talked.

We're out of it, Wes.
Out of it.

Let's leave now.

Tonight,
this very minute.

I'll help you hitch
up the team and--

Well, uh...

Wes, what's the matter?

Not tonight, hon.

Why not?
Tell me why not?

It's just
common sense, hon.

Now Earp may be telling
the truth, but--

Why, he's got his deputies.

I ain't gonna risk getting us
bushwhacked in the dark.

No, I guess it is
more sensible to wait
for daylight.

But you will leave?

I promised you, didn't I?

Of course you did.

I'm sorry.

Just kind of twitchy
nerves, I guess.

Uh, where'd you find Earp?

He was in a tailor shop
down the street
having a coat mended.

A very decent man
I thought.

That gun!

Oh, you want me
to keep it here, then.

I'll close it up
good and neat.

That's my Janey.

Real neat.

Keep one more promise.

Huh?

Don't drink in
the bar tonight.

Stay here with me.

Then we can get some sleep
and an early start.

Is that such
a difficult promise?

Oh, that's a real
easy one.

* [humming]

[sighs]

Oh. Good morning.

I'm a little late.
I don't sleep so good.

No great rush. I just
want to buy a coat.

Oh, yes, sir.

Tailored or ready-made?

Right off the rack, friend.

Oh, I got some nice coats
that will fit you.

First, we'll get
a little light in here--

Never mind the light.
What did you say?

I'm Hardin.
John Wesley Hardin.

You are Hardin?

All right, shut up!

You just be quiet
and listen to me.

You go out and find
Wyatt Earp.

Tell him to come here...

if he's got the nerve.

I won't wait long.

If he don't come,
I'll go after him.

While I'm waiting,
I'll pick out a coat.

To be buried in?

Pardon me.
Have you seen Mr. Hardin?

Why, yes,
a little while ago.

I think he went out
back to hitch a team,
Mrs. Hardin.

Thank you.

Wes?

Wes?

[knock on door]

[knocking]

Tony, what's up?

Mr. Earp.
Hardin.

He's waiting for you at
my shop to make gunfire.

[coughs]

Oh, excuse me!
I hurry too fast.

Do you have any idea
why he wants it there?
No.

Yes.

Oh, I am so stupid!

He had a bundle.

It must be his guns.

At first he said
he wanted to buy a coat.

A coat?
What was he wearing?

Trail jacket, short,
about like this.

Maybe he wanted a longer coat
to cover his guns.

I don't know, Mr. Earp.
I don't know.

Maybe the gun shoots
from the bundle.

It's a trick like you say.

I talk smart.

I say maybe he will be
buried in the coat.

But maybe it is
you who will be.

I am afraid.

Please don't go there.

Send your deputies
to surround my shop.

They will kill him.

The law can't
do that, Tony.

Have you got your keys
to the backdoor?

Keys?
Yes, I have the keys.

Here.

[Wyatt]
Hardin! I'm coming in!

All right, Earp.
Come in.

I got no guns, Earp.

I thought your wife said
you wanted to leave town!

Stupid trick!

He had it on a swivel.

Too slow, huh?

No, he was to inaccurate.

He got off the first shot,
but he missed.

Put your hands
on the table!

You break his wrists, huh?
Good.

I didn't break anything,

but he won't be able
to use his hands for
a couple of weeks.

Wes!

Oh, Wes.

Where was he hit?
How bad is he hurt?

He's not hurt much.
Oh, thank God.

He's got a sore head
and sprained fingers.

You should thank God that
Mr. Earp didn't kill him dead.

When he comes to,
you better load him
on your wagon

and drive out of Wichita.

Yes. Mr. Earp.

Good day, Mrs. Hardin.

Good day.

* [humming]

* Well, he cleaned up
the country *

* The old wild West country

* He made law
and order prevail *

* And none can deny it

* The legend of Wyatt

* Forever will live
on the trail *

* Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp *

* Brave, courageous
and bold *

* Long live his fame
and long live his glory *

* And long may
his story be told *

* Long may his story

* Be

* Told