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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]
The Frontier Theatre,
in 1875,

was almost
as rough and tough

as the Frontier Saloon.

Wyatt Earp,
as Marshal of Wichita,

found himself
saddled with the job

of keeping order
at the town's music hall,

where all kinds of shows
and all sorts of characters

bid for popular favor.

Usually, the shows
were pretty good.

But usually, the cowboy
audiences were full of liquor

and bad temper.

They're response
to the drama was
simple and primitive.

If they liked the show,

they threw money
on the stage.

If they didn't like it,

they started a riot.

But in the case
of Jeff Pruitt

and his carnival
Honky Tonk--

[chatter]

Come on, girls.
Rehearsal's over.

The hall's closed.
Don't worry about it.

You've got no right
to close my show, Earp.

It isn't a show.

You don't know
nothing about it.

You're a Johnny Law.
You're no show expert.

I know enough to know
what you're running.

Your girls are underpaid,
and they were rolling
drunken cowhands.

That's a lie.

And the music hall's
owned by this city.

You're closed, Pruitt.

I fight with my fists.

I don't where guns
with two deputies

to protect me.

If that's the way
you want it,

I'll take 'em off.
Not now.

I want to get you
all alone,

where nobody can
save you from a beating.

Okay, you arrange that,
Pruitt.

You fix it up real soon.

You take him and
the girls to the hotel.

Archie, put up that sign.

Hey, aren't you gonna
have him fined

for putting on
an off-color show?

No, our job is to keep
cowhands from being robbed,

not to protect
their morals.

Wyatt,

we're gonna have
more trouble

over at that music hall.
Oh, Jeff Pruitt?

No, it's that new company.
The High-Low Players.

What's their problem?

Well, Harlow's been
making the cowhands sore.

And Mr. Murdock says
you better come
right away.

[sighs]
Show business.

I've had more trouble
with the music hall

then ten saloons
put together.

Now, remember my darling,

a child's duty
is to be honest,

cheerful, and obedient.

Do I have to obey him, Mama?

He is not my real Poppa.

Hush, my dear.

You must obey Mr. Lash.

I, myself, have vowed

to love, honor,
and obey him.

But he is cruel.

He makes you cry.

The truth

from the lips of
my own little girl.

How could I
have consented

in a moment of weakness,

to marry Mr. Lash?

[drunken man]
Well, ya shouldn't
have done it.

Quiet.
Aw, shut up.

[knocking at door]
Hark, it is he.

It is Mr. Lash.

Oh, Mama, I am afraid.

Do not be afraid.
So...

[booing]

I find you whispering.

What is it this time?
Hmm?

Well, answer me!

Don't tell him nothing.

If she tells on
our little Mary,

we're gonna--
Shh!

It's too late
for subterfuge, Agatha.

One hour ago,
I intercepted a letter

which this ungrateful
child wrote

to her maternal grandparents
in Schenectady.

No.
Yes!

Leave the room, Agatha.

Please, Mr. Lash,

I beg of you.

Don't you leave, ma'am.

You stay with
little Mary.

I am your husband.

Leave the room.

Heaven help us.

Now, you ugly
little fiend,

I'll teach you
to write lies about me.

It is true.

You are mean and cruel
to my mama.

Oh, indeed. Well,
I can be meaner.

I'll teach you what
cruelty feels like.

[yelling]

You have presumed
to sneer at me.

You have dared to write

your maternal grandparents
in Schenectady

that I am
a secret drunkard.

You have spied upon me,

you ungrateful child.
[groans]

Let's get him.
[angry chatter]

All right!
All right!

Quiet, quiet, quiet!

It's only a play.
It's only a play.

chaotic chatter]
[gunshot fires]

Get away from him.

Oh, Papa, are you hurt?

No. Thanks to
this officer, here.

I love my papa.
I'm not crippled,

and he doesn't
spank me in real life.

Go finish your show.

I'll see there's
no more trouble.

Come on,
take 'em inside.

Come on, come on.
Get in there.
[chatter]

We've put on
Suffer the Little Children

a hundred times.

I had no idea
the audience here

would react the way
it did, Mr. Earp.

Well, you ever been
out west before?

No.

You just don't understand
cowhands, Mr. Howl.

Just like other people,
aren't they?

Sure, when they're sober.

Trouble is that most
of 'em are never sober.

You see, Wichita's
the end of a long
cattle drive

for most of 'em,
and they--

Well, their stay here

is their one big
holiday of the year.

Oh, I see.

Now, before your
show opened,

I had to close
an all-girls show.

They probably
resented that.

What you're trying
to say is I--

I should have put on
a more cheerful play.

Yeah, I guess that's
what I want to say.

You see, they don't
care much for villains.

Well, then we're finished.
How's that?

I'm down to two sets.

The one we used tonight,

and one for
Death to the King.

Most of tonight's
audience demanded
their money back.

Oh.

You've, uh--

You've got
financial troubles, huh?

I haven't told my wife,

but they held
are other sets and
most of our costumes

in Kansas City.

Panic of '73 is still
lurking in the wings,
you know?

Can't you put on
the other play?

[chuckles]

I'm an even worse
villain in that one.

[knocking at door]
Hmm?

Poppa?

Can't Mama and I
come in now?

Well, all right.

The dying swan. Catch!

Oh, it isn't proper.

Papa should have caught me.

You're a strange man.

Jeannie.
Don't scold her, hon.

Jeannie's just
putting that on,
Mr. Earp.

She aimed herself
straight at you.

Why, Papa, I did not.

[chuckles]

Well, it's all right,
Jeannie.

I like you, too.

Mrs. Harlow, uh,
your husband and I

talked it over,
and we, uh...

decided you oughta
put on Death to a King

tomorrow night.

Well, uh--

Yes, we'll
put on the King, hmm?

Won't that start
another riot?

Well, I hope not.

Anyway, my deputies
and I will be on hand.

It seems I have no choice.

That's right.
Our company's

financially embarrassed
and down to two sets.

Papa doesn't
think Mama knows,
but we both know.

Jeannie!

That's all right.
I've been broke
a few times, myself.

You won't let
those cowhands

hurt my papa,
will you?

Jeannie, I give you
my word of honor.

Good luck
tomorrow night.
Thank you, sir.

The swooning princess...

I fell right into
the arms of the law.

You better fall
right into the arms
of Morpheus.

Yes, Mama.

Good night, Mr. Earp.

Good night, Jeannie.

Good night.

Eh, she's very sweet.

Good night.

Thank you.

Stupid cowhands.

Yeah, they didn't
get that actor away
fast enough.

Earp jumped 'em
at the stage door.

When do we try it
again, Jeff?

Well, tomorrow night
if Harlow's got the guts

to put on another show.

But no cowhands this time.

Let them start the rumpus.

And you boys grab Harlow,

put him on a horse,
and head for

the Douglas Avenue
bridge.

Earp will ride
to the rescue,
and we've got him.

Eh, Harlow again.

Wonder if that no good,
child-beating murderer

gets murdered or
does he murder the king?

He better get murdered.

[noisy chatter]

How are ya, Wyatt?
How are ya, Marshal?

All right, hold it now.
Hold it now.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

Last night, some of
you folks out there
in the audience

took the play
too seriously.

Now, just in case
you haven't read
today's Eagle

or were told
by your bartender,

I'm gonna repeat
a mild warning.

Now, this stage up here
belongs to Mr. Harlow
and his actors,

nobody else--

And that includes
everybody out there.

Now, if anybody tries
to climb up on this stage

except the actors,

or tries to make
any unnecessary noises,

you're gonna get
buffaloed.

Law says you'll stay
in jail for 30 days.

Now, me and my deputies
are gonna be sitting
in the front row,

so all of you just sit back,

relax, and enjoy the play.

[clapping]

Now--
[clapping]

And now,
on with the play.

[cheering]

Six thousand men approach

to seize my castle
and my kingdom.

And I, alone and deserted.

My life is like
this piece of cord.

It had its beginning.

It must inevitably

have an ending.

[hiccups]

Now what could be
fairer than that?

[chatter]
Shh.

And yet,
a king must sleep,

restless with the burden
of his own crown.

For on this day,

I did but harken
to such tales of woe

from my poor subjects,

that death not sleep.

Would such a blessing be.

But, oh, my wretched life

is precious to my people.

True, true.

For when the last
runny drop escapes
the cup,

what then?

Moncrief is king.

Aye, Moncrief,

my nephew--

So steeped in evil

as to mark my name,

and make his own name
a terror in the kingdom.

Moncrief.

His name does squeak

like the gallow's rope,

like the screw
that turns the rack.

Moncrief.

Ah, his name doth
rhyme with grief.

That word, so cruel

and so forlorn.

But why do I
think of this?

For I am old.

'Tis far better

to dodder,

and to drowse,

and to sleep.

Now, don't you
go to sleep, king.

No, Harlow's coming
to dry-gulch you.
Shh.

Why don't we beat him
to the job?

[rumblings]

[booing]

He snores.

The old fool snores.

At this, his last
farewell to life.

No battle cry,

no gallant jest.

[snoring]
Not even a seemly prayer.

'Tis well, for what
is left of this life

I mean to nudge
across the Styx

with a bared falchion.

Hey, king, wake up!
Wake up, wake up.

Come on, wake up!

[snoring]
Snore by night,

a toothless
cackle by day.

Years lie cold in the
very blood of him.

Too long the frost
has gathered on
his beating heart.

It labors feebly now,

in a sheet of ice.

Well, old man,
thou art mostly dead.

[yelling, cheering]

Quiet, quiet!

If you people continue
to act like this,

we'll never have
a theatre in Wichita.

[grunts]

It's no use.

We'll have to give them

their money back
again tonight.

Mr. Harlow, I know
who's behind this now.

We'll talk about it later.

Meanwhile, these two
are going to jail.

Come on.

Don't shoot, Marshal.

Now, you were there.
You saw what happened.

Yep.

And I thought it was just
cowhand stupidity.

But the men that tried
to grab Harlow tonight

trail with Pruitt
and his gang.

Simmer down,
my friend--
No, not this time.

I promised Harlow
I'd protect him. I didn't.

You kept Jeff's men
from giving him

a good does
of tar and feathers.

That's not the point.

Now, Wyatt,

whether Pruitt caused
the trouble or not,

Harlow is partly
responsible.
How do you figure that?

You can't play
Christopher Marlow

to a bunch of cowhands.

I know the poor
fellow's broke,

and his company's
stranded here,

but he should never
have attempted

Death to the King.
That's still not the point.

Well, what is the point?

Inn full of drunken
cowhands and Pruitt's men

are trying to close
the music hall.

That's the point.

Well, it seems to me
they've succeeded.

I can't let them
get away with it.
What are you gonna do?

They do get away with it,
I might as well

turn in this star.
Wyatt, you're mad
and upset.

You're darn right
I'm mad and upset.

I don't like giving my word
and not being able to keep it.

But the main reason is

nobody puts anything
over on me.

I'm the Marshal,
and the Marshal can't afford

to let 'em get away
with that.

You know that.
He's through.

All right, go ahead
and arrest Jeff Pruitt.

That show of his
you closed was filthy.

I'll back you up on that.

What's it gonna do?
What good?

The music hall
would still be closed

and Harlow and his actors

would still be flat broke.

All right, we can
take up a collection.

I've already done that.
Huh?

Uh, my deputies arrested
23 men tonight.

I gave them the choice
of kicking in $10 apiece

or being arrested
for disorderly conduct.

So, uh,
they all kicked in.

$230 bucks' worth.

That's mighty irregular.

Oh, but I approve.

Yes, yes, I do.

I approve.

Thanks.

Well, isn't that enough to
get Harlow and his company

back to their next stand?

Wyatt, Mr. Harlow's here.

Oh, good. Send him in.

Come in, Mr. Harlow.

Mr. Harlow,
I believe you've
met Mr. Murdock,

the editor of
The Wichita Eagle.

Yes, he gave me a very nice
notice in his paper.

Good evening, sir.

Evening, Mr. Harlow.

I guess
I'd better run along.

You two wanna talk.
No, wait.

I want you to hear
what I have to say.

Mr. Harlow,

how much would it cost
to get your troupe
out of town?

Oh, no. We couldn't
accept that.

We'll find jobs
and try to save
another stake.

Well, this happens
to be a free will donation

made by the cowhands
that tried to break up
your show tonight.

Hmm.
That sound better?

Mm-hmm.

Now, how much
will it cost?

Well,

$200 or $300
ought to pay our bills here

and get us back
to Kansas City.

Kansas City, huh?

And, uh, what play
would you do there?

A Tale of Two Cities.

By Charles Dickens.

Yes, I made the serial
story into a play.

The audience like it?

Oh, they love it,
Marshal.

Our top box office
attraction,

all through the east.

Well, if you had
the sets,

is there any reason
why you couldn't
play it here?

Here?

After what happened tonight?
Mr. Harlow,

I wanna keep
the music hall open.

I'll-- Wouldn't you
like to have

another chance at Wichita?

Well, Frankly, I--

Frankly, Mr. Harlow
is scared,

and I don't blame him.

All right.

There's your money.

Now, that's a sensible
solution.

Good evening, gentlemen.

Good evening,
Mr. Murdock.

And, Wyatt,

you'll feel better
in the morning.

Sure.

Mr. Harlow,

what kind of
a character do you play

in Tale of Two Cities?

I play Sydney Carton,
a great heroic role.

I change places
with the husband
of the woman I love.

I, uh--

I go to the guillotine
in his stead.

Do you think they'd
boo me here for that?

I think Mr. Murdock's
probably right.

Ought to try it
in Kansas City.

But you want me to
play it in Wichita. Why?

For purely personal and
selfish reasons, Mr. Harlow.

Still, why?

I took a licking tonight.

I promised you'd finish your
play without any trouble.

In my job, I can't
afford to be licked.

Neither can I, Mr. Earp.

You wouldn't have any
objections, would you,

if I use this money
to fix up a set

for the Dickens play?

I can't think of a one.

See you at the music hall.
[clinking coins]

Tomorrow night.

Wyatt. Wake up.

Hey. Just take it easy.
It's just me.

[chuckles]
Aw--

Did you find anything
new on the saloon beat?

Yep. Pruitt got drunk
over at Rowdy Kate's,

and talked too much.

He says he's gonna let
this new show run without
any trouble.

And then he's gonna grab
Harlow before the curtain
goes down.

Oh. What's he got
against Harlow?
Nothin'.

Except he figures that
you're going after Harlow.

He's bragging that he's
gonna bushwhack you.

He's gonna take your
guns away,

and beat you up
with his fists.

Hey. That's good.

Almost too good to
be true. You sure?

Rowdy Kate passed me the word.
She hasn't lied to us yet.

I trust her.

Go get Brick. We gotta
plan this carefully.
Right.

Allez!
[thud]

Come, come, my dear.

You were given in life
great courage.

Give death an equal bravery.

For death is nobler
than life.

Allez!
I can bear it
for myself, Mr. Carton.

But for you--
No, my child.

Why must you sacrifice
your life for them? Why?

Charles Darnay is a good man.

I have loved his wife, Lucy,
with the one pure affection

God has granted me
in this world.

And their child.

Allez!
[thud]

In sparing
little Lucy's life,

I gain a child of my own.

Is all that not worth
a few moments out there?

Let me go first,
Mr. Carton.

No, my darling.

You are friendless
and alone.

If you went first,
I might lose you.

His angels might
hurry you away.

Oh, but I would wait.
I promise, Mr. Carton!

I-- I love you.

How fortunate we are.

We meet in prison,
and by chance of numbers,

we are together now.

Say you love me,
Mr. Carton.

Just a little.
More than a little.

In the light of eternity,

your soul should be
bright and beautiful.

Beautiful?

The loveliest young lady
who has come from France.

And even I--
a weakling, a wastrel,

and a rogue--

if my prayers be answered,

I, too, shall be
pleasing in His sight.

Oh, you will! You will!

[Man]
Sydney Carton.

But a few moments now,

and I'll have you
in my arms again.

Think this of me.

It is a far, far better
thing I do

than I have ever done.

It is a far, far better
rest I go to

than I have ever known.

Allez!
[thud]

[gasps]

[applause]

Marshal Earp!
Marshal Earp!

Those men!
They grabbed my papa!

Stop them! Stop them!

[all talking at once]

Hold up here!

Get him off of there.

You boys get these
horses out of sight.

Get down off of there.

Earp will be along soon,

because a lot of people
saw the way we went.

And I want you to walk right
around in a little circle

in this robe,
and don't run out on us.

If you do, we're gonna
shoot you down, understand?

Mr. Harlow.

Glad to see
you're not hurt--

I said I'd
get you alone.

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Earp.

You're gonna be a lot
sorrier. Get his gun.

All right, Pruitt.
It's your turn.
Lift 'em! All of ya!

Now come on. Drop 'em.
Get 'em. Get those guns down!

Get over here,
all of ya!

Ah, you're gonna
shoot me, huh?
Nope.

Keep your guns
on the rest of 'em.

Mr. Pruitt's first.

You wanted a fist fight,
didn't you?

Not with your deputies
shootin' me in the back.

Don't worry. They won't.

You stay out of this.
Watch it!

This is what
I've been wantin'.

Now get up.
You can't wait, can ya?

Come on. Get up.

Come on, Pruitt.
Get up, Pruitt!

Come on.

Come on.

That's it--

Get up! You ain't hurt.

Get up!
No, Mr. Earp!
You've whipped him!

You're next.
Push him out!

Shove him over here.
No. No!

Stop him! Stop him!

Come on.

What's the matter?
You heard Pruitt brag

I couldn't fight with
anything but my guns.
Well, come on!

No. Come to your senses, man.
You'll kill him!
Get outta--

This ain't my fight, Earp!
It is now.

Wyatt!
Please, Mr. Earp!

You better get him
over to Fabrique's office.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Harlow, I try to
stay out of fist fights.

Gun's less personal, and--

I don't get so mad.

I can't fight with
my fists or a gun.

But if I had to fight you,
I'd sure choose a gun.

How'd Tale of Two Cities go?

Oh, tremendous.

I missed five
curtain calls, at least.

[chuckles]
Great.

Could run forever.

In Wichita, that means
about two nights.

You'd better climb aboard.

Aren't you riding back?

No.

I'm gonna take
a little walk.

I'll see you in town.

* Well, he cleaned up
the country *

* 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

* [humming]