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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 *

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[Narrator]
On the Western
frontier of 1875,

a tragic phase of lawlessness
was the range war.

A range war started
when two owners

of large cattle outfits
had a personal dispute.

Then it spread
to cowhand retainers
of the cattle barons,

with professional gunfighters
hired by both sides,

making the war
hot and deadly.

Thus, when the Wades
and the Fentresses
invaded Wichita,

Marshal Earp had no choice.

He must break up the fight

or the city streets would
become their battleground

and every Wichita citizen
might suffer the fate

of the innocent bystander.

[grunts]

[Wyatt]
Hold it!

Break it up!
Break it up!

What's the matter
with you fellas, anyway?

You know better than that!

All right, come on.

Come out of there!

Back up there.
Back up. Come on.

Get back.

[shouting]

Get back!

Stop it! Stop it!

You Wades
better stop it!

You Wades better stop it
or I'll get a gun

and I'll shoot
every one of you!

[Wyatt]
Break it up!

Break it up!
Break it up!

Come on--

Stay out of this!
I said break it up!

Break it up!

Should I take 'em
all to jail?

Any of 'em drunk?

Well, they don't
seem to be.

I want him and him
and him arrested!

Arrest all six of them.
They're Wades from the Bar W.

They jumped three of our men,
and it just wasn't--

Hold it!

Any of them are hurt
take them to Doc Fabrique.

Turn the rest
of them loose.

Marshal Earp, are you
on the Fentress' side
or the Wades'?

Who are you
and where do you live?

I'm Mary Ellen Fentress.

I'm staying here in town
at the Wichita Hotel.

You'd better get
inside to cool off.

Let me have this.
Go on now.

Now you sit down
and cool off.

And I suppose you'd like
to know what makes me tick.

You must be Colonel
Fentress' granddaughter.

Lazy H outfit, hmm?
Yes, I am.

And there's gonna be one
real sure-enough fight

when my grandfather
gets to town.
Oh?

He put up with old man Wade
for years and years.

Haven't you any sense
of justice, Mr. Earp?

Well, there's two sides
to every argument,
Miss Fentress.

Those Wades jump our range,
they rustle our steers,

they bribe
the cattle agents,

so they can load first
at the freight pens,

now they bought up
all the rooms

at the Texas House.

Colonel Wade's coming
into town, huh?

Don't call him a colonel!

He was only a brevet colonel
and a plum coward.

Well, I never argue
with ladies.

I'm sorry.

I hope you'll forgive me
for losing my temper.

But it was
six against three,

and, well, my blood
just about boiled.

Yeah, I know.

I bet you've lost
your temper a few times.

A few times,
but, uh, you know,

that's one of the worst things
a peace officer can do.

Peace.
Can't be any now.

The Wades are loading guns.

They've come into town
for the finish fight.

Wyatt? We're gonna
need some more men.

The Wade boys just went
into the Texas House
and cleaned the gun rack.

You see?

Where are
the Fentress men?

Well, Doc Fabrique's
patching them up.

All right,
let's go down there.

Just the two of us, Wyatt?
That'll be plenty.

We'll go
in the back door.
I'll go, too.

No, you stay here
and start trying
to act like a lady.

[chatter]

All right, put your
hands on the bar!

You put yours
on the table.

Come on, move!

Get their guns, Ollie.

I gave your men
a break on the streets.

Now you're gonna
go to jail.

That Fentress girl
put you up to this, Earp?

Same law goes
for the Fentresses.

Been enough trouble
from both outfits.

Now go on.
Get moving.

Come on. Move.

[men griping]

[Wyatt]
Go on! Move!

[Man]
Hold it.

Mary Ellen said they beat up
on three of our boys.

Oh, you're Fentress men, huh?

Climb down, both of ya!

Oh, sticking up
for the Wades--

I said climb down!

Now follow with the Wades.

Go on! Move!

Marshal Earp,
are you sure

you haven't made
some dreadful mistake?

Mistake?

Well, it was all right
to arrest those Wade cowhands,

but you arrested
two of our men, too.

Mr. Broaddus here doesn't
think it was quite legal.

I am John H. Broaddus,
attorney-at-law.

Howdy.

Miss Fentress,
your men were arrested

because they were drunk
and wearing guns.

They also told me
that you incited them

to get even
with the Wades.

Why, I never!

All I did was tell them
how the Wades beat up our boys.

Now all of this
is a little irrelevant.

Oh, it is, huh?
Yes, it is.

You know, ever since
my arrival in Wichita,

I've been quite concerned
over your high-handed
tactics, Mr. Earp.

I've been retained
by Miss Fentress, here,

to see that her
grandfather's employees

are released immediately.

You got a writ
of habeas corpus?

Not necessary,
young man.

All Miss Fentress need do
is to tender bail money.

I've got more than
a hundred dollars

right here in this purse.

Don't bother.

I intend to keep those
prisoners for 24 hours.

The law gives me
that authority.

Now look, if the Wade
and Fentress people

aim to start a private war,
they're not gonna start it

on the streets of Wichita.

But you have no proof--

And I don't waste
any time on shysters,

so you'd better
get out of here.
B-But--

You dare call me a--

A shyster and a fool.
Now I told you to get out.

I'm going to see
Judge Jewett!
Well, you do it.

You'll find him right over
at the courthouse.

You know what's
wrong with you?

You're a girl.

You've never been
punched in the nose.

Girls seldom are.

So a few of them grow up
to be spoiled brats.

You're insulting.

But perhaps you're not
gentleman enough to know that.

You haven't got enough brains
in your stupid little head

to know what you're
trying to start.

A range war
isn't romantic,
Miss Fentress.

You've see a lot of men beaten.
You wanna see them killed, too?

Yes. Every one
of those Wades.
Oh.

And where will you be?

Ringing your hands
in the parlor, I suppose.

Sniveling about
all the Fentress men
that are killed.

Well, you make me sick.
You get out of here, too.

My grandfather
will shoot you.

He's got more brains
than to try it.

And you tell him for me,
if he shows up in this town

wearing a gun,
he'll wind up in jail.

I'll tell that
to Wade, too.

What did she do
to ruffle your--
Forget it!

How many deputies
have we got?

Seven, counting me.
[sighs]

All right. Send five of them
over to the Texas House.

You tell them
to arrest every Wade

that shows in town
wearing a gun.

Yes, sir.

I'm going over
to the Wichita Hotel.

Old Fentress will show up
this afternoon.

You and Paul join me
over there later.
Right.

Oh, Grandfather,
thank heaven you've come.

You having trouble,
Mary Ellen?

Oh, it's that Marshal Earp.

He says we can't
fight the Wades.

Three of our men
got beat up.

Then he arrested two more
and took them to jail.

And when I got a lawyer
to try and get them out,

why, he said just dreadful,
insulting things to me.

He did, huh?
He treated me like
a poor, trashy nobody.

Then he took our lawyer
and just shoved him out
of his office.

I reckon we'll drive straight
to the calaboose, Curly.

That Earp has needed
a teaching for a good spell.

Hold on! Hold on--
[yelps]

You Colonel Fentress?

I am, sir.

Then you're
under arrest, sir.

Don't you dare try to--

You stay out of this.

She's been trying
to start a free-for-all
ever since this afternoon.

And you think
you can stop it?

Well, if you and Colonel Wade
haven't got enough sense

to stop it yourself,
then I'll have to do
the job for you.

The jail's
right this way, sir.

I won't be there long.

No, you won't,
Grandfather.

Mr. Broaddus is seeing
the judge right now.

And why don't you
arrest Wade?

I intend to as soon
as he shows in town.

It's too bad I can't
arrest you, too.

Now let's get going.

Don't worry, honey.

He'll pay for this.

I don't know why you acted
with such severity.

Colonel Wade
and Colonel Fentress

may be just
blowing off steam.

Not this time, Judge.

They told their men
to fight it out.

But you don't know that!

Well, Fentress
is right in there.

Go ask him point blank.

Oh, hang it all, Wyatt.

A man's intent doesn't
constitute a breach of law.

Broaddus has been
after me to release

all the prisoners on bail.

Well, you wouldn't do that.

Well, why not?

A pitched battle
in the streets?

Innocent bystanders
being hurt?

It's a condition
of priority criminus.

You're asking me,
as a judge,

to assume that Wade
and Fentress' men

will actually shoot
at each other.

That's right.

Broaddus is a shyster,

but he knows enough law
to realize that you put me

in an embarrassing
position.

Why-- Why, old man Wade
isn't even in town.

No matter what
Fentress threatens,

it takes two
to make a quarrel.

Don't you see that
I'm stretching the law?

[grumbles]

Don't lose
your temper, Wyatt.

Oh, I think
I'm doing right well,

considering
there's a range war

about to bust loose
in this town.

And you quote Latin.

Let me tell you--
Wait a minute, Judge.

You listen to me.

You grant those men bail

or sign writs
of habeas corpus,

I won't honor the papers.
Indeed!

Now you're the judge,
but I'm the marshal.

If Broaddus gets
you to sign papers,
they have to be enforced.

Well, I won't enforce them,
and neither will my men.

Are you-- Do you realize
what you're saying?

I took an oath
to keep peace in Wichita,

and that's
what I aim to do.

As long as you're marshal.

Well, sir, in order
to remove me,

you'd have
to have a trial.

Mayor Hope is out of town,
so you can't fire me.

Wyatt, don't put--
Excuse me, Wyatt.

Old man Wade
just got in.
Where is he?

Sitting over in the lobby
of the Texas House,

and he's just loaded
with shooting iron.

We didn't want to tackle him
without you knowing about it.

Looks like a gunfight.
Yeah.

Wade is right peaceful,
isn't he?

Well, maybe you'd
better come along,

and find out what
his priority criminus

condition is for yourself.

No, no, no.

If he refuses
to surrender his weapons,

you arrest him.

Thank you. I will.

And another thing.

Earp didn't throw
Fentress and his boys

in jail to stop a fight.

He threw them in the calaboose
to protect them from my boys.

And I hear he's sweet
on Mary Ellen Fentress.

What kind of a law is that?

A short-horn marshal
taking sides with Fentress.

I ask you--
Colonel?

Now don't get scared, son.

Just keep your hands
away from your gun.

Marshal Earp says
you'll either have to check

those weapons
or be arrested.

Well, well.

So that's what Earp says, eh?

Yes, sir.
Well, you just tell him

to come here and
try and arrest me.

That's what
I'm waiting for!

What's the matter?
Didn't you hear me?

I said tell--

I'm right here, Mr. Wade.

Yeah, that's just
what you'd do, Earp.

Sneak up behind a man.

I didn't wanna
have to kill you.

A typical sneaky Earp trick.

Come on, stand up.

We'll take a little
walk to jail.

I'll have a lot of my boys
here around sunup.

How long do you think
I'll stay in jail?

Just as long
as I want you.

Now get your hat.

Yeah, I heard about you.

Well, I declare.

It's Brevet Colonel
Yellow Jack Wade.

You just better
stay in jail,

if you know
what's good for you.

Let's go.
Marshal Earp. Please.

I was wrong.

You did arrest Colonel Wade.

I'd might well
like to apologize.

All right.
Please.

Can't we be friends?

Why?

Well, I just might be
able to persuade Grandfather

to call off the fight.

And why would you do that?

Well, in all my life,
no man ever talked to me
the way you did,

and it started me
to thinking.

If you'd escort
me to the lobby
of the Wichita Hotel,

I'd-- I'd might well
like to talk it over.

All right.

And then I got to thinking,

what's all this
awful fussing about?

Just because Grandfather
says Wade didn't support

the 9th Virginia Regiment
at the Battle of Malvern Hill.

That was 12 years ago,
Mr. Earp.

And that's what started
all the trouble, hmm?

Uh-huh. Truly, it did.

See, Wade was in charge
of a Carolina regiment.

But he turned yellow,
and he ordered

his wonderful men
to turn back,

exposing
Grandfather's position.

I know it was a terrible
thing for Wade to do,

but, all the same,
it just doesn't seem right

that Grandfather should
nurse revenge all these years,

now does it?

No.

But what you said about me,

that I'd weep
crocodile tears
in the parlor

while our men and theirs
were getting shot.

Oh, it made me see myself
as a mean, cruel person.

Am I really
that wicked, Mr. Earp?

Well, I don't know
any saints in Wichita,
Miss Fentress.

Would you like me
to prove I've changed

by getting them
to call off the fight?

Your character's
none of my business, but...

though you might win
a big star for your halo

if you could
put an end to this row.

But I'll need your help.

How?

Well, just getting Grandfather
to call off the war

wouldn't settle it.

You'd have to agree
to let him and his men

out of jail.

And hold the Wades, hmm?

Uh-huh. That'd give us time
to get out of town.

Everybody'd have
a chance to cool off.

All right.

You and I'll have
a little talk

with Colonel Fentress.

And if things
work out peaceable,

we'll be friends?

Mmm.

Well, that's right
fine of you, Mr. Earp.

You know,
you're the first man

that ever told me
the truth about myself.

Yeah, well, uh,
let's go find out

what your grandfather
has to say.

I'm sure Grandfather
will listen to me.

I hope so.

Mary Ellen!
What are you doing here?

Grandfather, I've come
to an agreement with Mr. Earp.

He's gonna
turn us all loose

if you promise
to stop fighting Wade.

Oh, I thought so.

Earp is a good-looking scamp
and he's turned your head.

Grandfather, how can you
say such a thing?

Forget it, Miss Fentress.

The Colonel is determined
to have a war.

I make no deal
with you, Earp.

I don't have to.
[Wyatt] No?

My brothers have
telegraphed the governor,

and the governor
is a personal friend of mine.

Grandfather,
I've given my--

Mind your manners,
Mary Ellen!

No lady would associate
with a fellow like Earp.

You go on back
to the hotel.

Immediately!

You and that small-town judge
will soon be out of jobs.

Paul!

Send Colonel Wade in here.

I'm gonna make you
the same offer
I made to Fentress.

I'll keep him and his men
in jail here for a while

and let your crowd go free

if you'll promise
to get out of town.

And make peace,
I suppose?

I don't care
what you and Fentress do
outside the city limits,

but I'm not gonna
have any gunfire

in the streets of Wichita.

You're bluffing
with a poor hand, Earp.

A pair of deuces.

Oh, I am, huh?
Yes, you are.

Of course, if Fentress
wired the governor,

we'll be out of here
by morning.

And so will you, sonny.

Wyatt, a Fentress cowhand
and a Wade gunslinger

are making showdown talk
on Douglas Avenue.

They've hid their guns,
so we just can't arrest them.

Let's go down
and get them.

[chatter]

You gonna let them
run us out of town?

Come on.
Get out of the way!

You've been doing enough talk.
Why don't you draw?

This one's dead.

This one's still breathing.

Wearing Bar W spurs.

First blood
for Colonel Fentress.

All right, you men,
take them on over
to Doc Fabrique's.

Give them a hand.

Lift them careful.

Oh, Wyatt.
The jig's up.

I've written a mandamus
from the court in Topeka.

We've got to release
both Wade and Fentress outfits.

According to what
the court says.

Now, Wyatt--
They said it.
Let them enforce it!

I'll be impeached.
And you'll be fired.

Look, there's one man dead

and another man
so badly wounded

he'll be crippled
for life.

And do you know why?

Because 12 years ago,

Fentress accused Wade
of being cowardly

at the Battle
of Malvern Hill.

Ollie, bring Fentress
and Wade in here.

Judge, I'm gonna
say something to them
that you won't want to hear.

Will you leave us alone?
But you don't understand.

I've written a mand--
Judge, please.

Good night, Wyatt.

Good night, sir.

Have a seat, gentlemen.

Thank you, sir.

Colonel Wade,

one of your men was just
killed in a gunfight

down at the Texas House.

Oh, that's too bad.
Yeah.

Colonel Fentress,
your man was shot up so badly

he'll be crippled
for life.

I'm sorry to hear that.

No, neither one of you
cares a hoot.

They're both just nobodies
in your own private little war!

All right, gentlemen,
come morning,

you'll have your own
little private war

and your own little
private battlefield.

Battlefield?

What do you mean?

I mean that you
and Colonel Fentress

are gonna fight
the next battle
all by yourselves.

These are your guns.

Are you suggesting
a duel, sir?

I don't care
what you call it.

But tomorrow morning,
my men and I

are gonna take you
to Denby's horse barn.

There's nice, thick walls,

so that no innocent
bystander can get hurt.

This is your fight,
isn't it?

Uh, yes.

Of course.

Then I assume
you have no objection

to fighting it out
personally.

Or would you rather
have it fought by boys

who never even
saw Malvern Hill?

No. I'm ready.

So am I.

Good.

I just hope you're both
as brave as your hired hands.

Oh, and don't worry,

if either of you is killed,
your great attorney,

Mr. Broaddus, can appeal it
to the Supreme Court.

Have a good night's rest,
gentlemen.

Good night.

All right, gentlemen.

Here are your guns.

There are
three bullets
in each.

Check the cylinders.

Now, Ollie'll
open the doors.

You'll walk in
side by side.

Then you'll make
your own arrangements

as to when to start
the fight

and the distance
between you.

You understand?

Anytime, gentlemen.

[horse galloping]

Grandfather!

Where's my grandfather?
Take it easy.

Your grandfather
and Colonel Wade

went inside the barn
to shoot it out.

Are you mad?
He's an old man.

He doesn't see very well.

He's no older than Wade.

But he'll be killed!

[gunshots]

That's six, Ollie.

Open the door.

[coughing]

My grandfather--
you killed him.

He's dead, you murderer!

Grandfather!

Grandfather,
thank heavens.

I'm all right, honey.

Wretched bad shootin'.

Take them
to Doc Fabrique's.

I hate you!
Whoa there, Mary Ellen.

The war's over.

Jack and I decided
we've had enough.

Come on, Jack.

Go ahead, Colonel.
Thank you, Colonel.

Haa! Hya!

I'm sorry.
I lost my temper.

I lost my temper, too,
but I'm not sorry.

Just for once, the old fools
who started a range war

had to fight it out
themselves.

Please...

Can't we be friends,
Mr. Earp?

The war's over
for you, too, huh?

You know, the courts
are not gonna like
any of this.

Would it be all right
if I sort of

fell in love with you?

Nope.

I'm under a writ
of mandamus.

A writ of--
What's that?

Well, it means
I can't get married

for years and years.

* 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

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