All language subtitles for The.Life.and.Legend.of.Wyatt.Earp.S02E06.Wyatts.Love.Affair.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-squalor ENGLISHripdf

* 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... *

Male narrator:
YOU COULDN'T TAME A TOWN

LIKE DODGE CITY,
KANSAS, IN 1876

WHILE PREACHING
THE GOLDEN RULE ALONE.

IF DODGE
WAS TO BE CIVILIZED,

THE ONLY ARGUMENT WAS
A FAST GUN OR HARD FISTS.

MARSHAL WYATT EARP KNEW THIS
FROM BLOODY EXPERIENCE.

AND MARSHAL EARP
SHOULD HAVE KNOWN

THAT HIS ENEMIES
WERE STILL OUT TO GET HIM

BY ASSASSINATION
OR BY SO DISCREDITING HIM

THAT HE WOULD HAVE TO QUIT.

Woman's voice:
"DEAR MARGARET,

IT'S HAPPENED--
I HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE.

HIS NAME IS WYATT EARP

AND HE'S THE MARSHAL HERE
IN DODGE CITY.

DODGE CITY OF ALL PLACES!

BUT THAT'S WHY
I KNOW IT'S REAL.

DODGE IS VERY REAL.

THERE'S NOTHING BUT DUST
AND THE HOT KANSAS SUN AND--"

( gunshots )

YOU HEAR THAT, EARP?

WHY DON'T YOU TRY
TO STOP ME FROM CELEBRATING?

( shrieks )
WHERE IS THIS BIG MAN?

- LOOK OUT, DRISCOLL, IT'S EARP!
- ( thumps )

WYATT, ARE YOU HURT?

OH, MISS FABIAN--
NO, MA'AM, I'M NOT
HURT AT ALL, THANKS.

BUT HE IS.
DID YOU SHOOT HIM?

WELL, NO, MA'AM,
I JUST HIT MR. DRISCOLL
OVER THE HEAD-- A BIT.

OH, BUT HE'S BLEEDING.

YES, MA'AM.

UH, MR. SULLIVAN, WOULD YOU
TAKE MR. DRISCOLL
TO JAIL, PLEASE?

BUT, WYATT,
SHOULDN'T HE
HAVE A DOCTOR?

UH, AND SEND
FOR DOC McCARTY.

- I'M SORRY, MR. EARP.
- FORGET IT.

UH, MISS FABIAN,
YOU DON'T BELONG HERE.

OH, BUT I WAS AFRAID THAT--

THE JUDGE ISN'T
GONNA LIKE THIS.

YOU MADE YOURSELF
KIND OF PROMINENT.

I EMBARRASSED YOU.
I'M SORRY.

IT ISN'T THAT.
IT'S JUST THAT
YOU SHOULDN'T RUSH OUT

WHEN YOU HEAR GUNFIGHTING.
YOU MAY GET YOURSELF HURT.

WOULD THAT BOTHER YOU?

YES, MA'AM, IT SURE WOULD,

TO SAY NOTHING ABOUT
HOW YOUR FATHER WOULD FEEL.

OH, DON'T TELL ME
YOU'RE AFRAID OF MY FATHER,

OR OF PUBLIC OPINION.

LOOK, MISS SALLY,
THIS IS DODGE CITY.

LIKE I'VE BEEN TRYING
TO TELL YOU FOR A WEEK,
IT'S A ROUGH TOWN.

MR. DRISCOLL WAS DRUNK,

CARRYING GUNS IN THE STREET

THAT WERE LOADED
WITH REAL BULLETS.

ALL RIGHT,
ONCE MORE, I'M SORRY.

WILL YOU PROMISE ME
NOT TO RUSH OUT OF THE HOTEL
WHEN YOU HEAR GUNFIGHT?

( chuckles )
ALL RIGHT.

WHY DON'T YOU COME IN
AND TALK TO ME?

I'D LIKE NOTHING BETTER,
BUT I CAN'T RIGHT NOW.

WHY NOT?

YOU SEE MR. DRISCOLL
IS A FRIEND OF MR. RAIKLE

AND THEY WERE DRINKING
TOGETHER

AND I GOTTA GO FIND MR. RAIKLE
BEFORE HE GETS LOOSE.

( scoffs )
I DIDN'T DREAM LIFE
IN A LITTLE WESTERN TOWN

COULD BE SO SIMPLE MINDED.

YOU CAN GET YOUR
FATHER TO TELL YOU

HOW SIMPLE-MINDED
DRUNKS AND GUNSLINGERS
CAN BE.

NO, YOU EXPLAIN IT TO ME--
IN HALF AN HOUR?

I'LL BE BACK
IN 30 MINUTES.

I'LL BE WAITING THEN.

WHERE IS MR. RAIKLE?

IN THE LONG BRANCH
SALOON PICKING A FIGHT
WITH THE DEALER.

LET'S GO.

Sally's voice:
"YOU AND THE TEACHERS
AT MISS BENCHLEY'S

WON'T BELIEVE ME,

BUT I'VE JUST RETURNED
FROM A STREET FIGHT.

MY DEAR WYATT HAD TO HIT
A DRUNKEN MAN ON THE HEAD
WITH A PISTOL.

HE IS STILL
'MISS SALLYING ME,'

BUT THIS TIME
HE CALLED ME MISS FABIAN,
SO I MUSTN'T--"

( gunshots )

HELP, HELP, HELP!

THAT MAN IS DRUNK.
DON'T LET HIM KILL ME.

YOU BET I'LL KI--

STAND ASIDE,
YOU TINHORN JOHNNY LAW.

- I'M GONNA TEACH THIS--
- ( thumps )

YOU'RE UNDER ARREST,
MR. RAIKLE.

YOU CAN'T ARREST ME, EARP.

THIS TOWN BELONGS
TO THE RAIKLE AND DRISCOLL
OUTFITS.

- NOT ANYMORE.
- WHY, MR. RAIKLE.

AHH-- WELL, MY OLD FRIEND
JUDGE FABIAN.

JUDGE, TELL THESE
YOUNG HOODLUMS--

- LOCK HIM UP.
- ONE MOMENT, EARP.

I'M WELL-ACQUAINTED
WITH MR. RAIKLE.

I'M SORRY, JUDGE,
BUT HE PULLED A GUN
ON THIS MAN.

- OH NOW, MR. RAIKLE--
- I SAID, "LOCK HIM UP."

I'M SURE THE JUDGE
DOESN'T WANT TO ARGUE
THIS CASE IN THE STREET.

ANYTHING I CAN DO
TO HELP, JUDGE?

YES, MR. ALBRIGHT.

TRY TO TALK SOME SENSE
INTO THAT YOUNG HOTHEAD.

I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT
RIGHT AWAY, YOUR HONOR.

( knocks on door )

WELL, FATHER.

YOU LOOK ANGRY.

OH, IT'S THAT YOUNG
MARSHAL FELLOW, EARP.

HE HAD THE CHEEK
TO ARREST BOB RAIKLE.

WHO IS MR. RAIKLE?

HE AND TOBY DRISCOLL
HAVE THE TWO LARGEST
CATTLE SPREADS ANYWHERE.

BOTH FINE MEN,
FINE MEN...

- AND THEY'RE BOTH IN JAIL.
- WHAT?!

WYATT ARRESTED MR. DRISCOLL
ABOUT 10 MINUTES AGO.

HE WAS DRUNK
AND SHOOTING GUNS
IN THE STREET.

OH, NO.

TOBY AND BOB DO
A MILLION DOLLARS' WORTH
OF BUSINESS IN A YEAR.

- DID I HEAR YOU CALL
THAT FELLOW, "WYATT?"
- YES.

SINCE WHEN ARE YOU
ON FIRST NAME TERMS
WITH MR. EARP?

I'VE BEEN SEEING HIM,
PAPA, EVERY CHANCE
I CAN GET.

YOU AND EARP?

I'M IN LOVE WITH HIM.

I INTEND TO MARRY WYATT
IF HE'LL HAVE ME.

IF HE'LL--

( scoffs )

I THINK WE'LL BEST
TALK ABOUT THIS LATER.

LET'S TALK ABOUT IT
RIGHT NOW.

WELL I'VE-- I'VE GOT
TO GO TO THE JAIL.

PAPA, WYATT HASN'T
ASKED ME, SO DON'T
BLAME HIM.

OR AT LEAST-- WELL,
I DO HAVE SOME PRIDE.

I'VE ALWAYS BEEN
PATIENT WITH YOU.

WHAT ARE YOU
DOING IN HERE?

SAME AS YOU, I RECKON.

BUT YOU'LL NEVER
MAKE THIS STICK, WYATT.

LOOK, YOU WERE DRINKING
AND SHOOTING GUNS
IN THE STREET

AND THAT'LL STICK.

OH NO, YOU DON'T, EARP,
CUT 'EM BOTH LOOSE.
THAT'S AN ORDER.

- FROM WHO?
- FROM JUDGE FABIAN.

- HE HASN'T HEARD
THE EVIDENCE YET.
- NOW YOU WAIT A MINUTE--

GET IN THERE TOO.

I'LL LISTEN TO YOU
IN COURT.

BY THAT TIME YOU WON'T BE
IN ANY SHAPE TO LISTEN.

IF YOU WANT TO BRING
YOUR MEN IN, TRY IT.

ALBRIGHT TRIED IT.

HE OFFERED CLAY ALLISON
$1,000 TO GUN ME.

THE TROUBLE WITH YOU
BIG PISTOLS,

IS YOU TURN INTO POT GUNS
EVERY TIME A FIGHT'S OFF IT.

NOW YOU'LL HAVE
TO STAY HERE AND WATCH 'EM.

BUT YOU BETTER GET
SOME COTTON TO PLUG
YOUR EARS.

ALL RIGHT, JUDGE,
WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND?

WELL, I STOPPED IN AT THE JAIL
TO TALK TO EARP,

BUT FOR PERSONAL REASONS
I DECIDED NOT TO.

NO USE TALKING TO HIM.

- WITH GEORGE HOOVER AWAY,
YOU'RE ACTING MAYOR.
- YEAH.

CAN'T YOU PERSUADE EARP
TO RELEASE BOB AND TOBY?

NO, SIR.
HE THREW PETE ALBRIGHT
IN THE SAME CELL.

ALBRIGHT, EH?
IT WON'T DO, MR. KELLY.

YOU REALIZE THAT,
DON'T YOU?

- WELL...
- EARP HAS TO RELEASE
THOSE MEN.

IF HE DOESN'T,
HE'LL HAVE BOTH

THE RAIKLE
AND THE DRISCOLL OUTFITS
TREEING THE TOWN.

DOESN'T THE YOUNG FOOL
HAVE ANY RESPECT
FOR HIS OWN LIFE?

NONE AT ALL.

HE'LL NEVER MAKE OLD BONES.

AND THAT'S SATISFACTORY
TO YOU, EH?

LISTEN,

I AIN'T HAD A MOMENT'S PEACE
SINCE EARP GOT HERE.

HE'S NEAR GOT ME KILLED
FOUR TIMES.

THE FINEST FUNERAL
I'D PAY FOR HIM.

- YOU SOUND SINCERE.
- I AM THAT ON OATH.

THEN WHY NOT
DISCHARGE THE MAN?

ISN'T THAT
THE SIMPLEST WAY OUT?

- NO, SIR.
- HUH?

HE'S LIKE MY OWN
CONSCIENCE, JUDGE,

IT'D BE DEVILLIN' ME
DAY AND NIGHT.

A MAN CAN'T DISCHARGE
HIS OWN CONSCIENCE.

YOU RATE MR. EARP
RATHER HIGH.

THE BRAVEST
AND THE BEST, SIR.

I HATE HIM
AND I ENVY HIM.

YOU'RE GONNA BACK HIM
IN THIS PLAY?

I'VE NO CHOICE...
AND NEITHER HAVE YOU, JUDGE.

BUT LORD SAVE US ALL,
THE MAN'S RIGHT.

MY DAUGHTER SEEMS
TO AGREE WITH YOU.

YES... AND YOU TALK
TO WYATT ABOUT THAT.

IT'S A FATHER'S DUTY.

WELL, A YOUNG MAN
WITH THE CHARACTER
YOU GIVE HIM--

AND HE'LL DIE YOUNG.

SO HE'S NO BUSINESS LEAVING
YOUR MISS SALLY A WIDOW.

I AGREE WITH YOU...
AND I WILL TALK TO HIM.

GOOD FOR YOU, JUDGE.

- ( birds chirping )
- ( men chattering )

YOU'RE RAIKLE'S MEN?

I'M TOBY DRISCOLL'S
FOREMAN.

OH, YEAH, YOU'RE
BIG RANTS, AREN'T YOU?

WYATT EARP THREW BOTH
DRISCOLL AND RAIKLE
IN JAIL.

THREW 'EM BOTH
IN JAIL FOR WHAT?

GETTING A LITTLE DRUNK.
US DRISCOLLS AIM
TO GO AFTER EARP.

HOW ABOUT YOU?

WELL, I DON'T KNOW.
HE'S PRETTY FAST
ON THE DRAW.

GUNNIN'S TOO GOOD FOR HIM.
WE GOT OTHER PLANS.

- I'LL TELL YOU ABOUT IT
ON THE WAY TO DODGE.
- ALL RIGHT.

COME ON, BOYS.
LET'S RIDE.

JUST ONE SECOND, SIR.

WYATT, JUDGE FABIAN
TO SEE YOU.

THANK YOU.

- SIT DOWN, SIR.
- THANK YOU.

I, UH...
CAME TO SEE YOU
ON A PERSONAL MATTER.

LOOK, SIR, IF IT'S
ABOUT DRISCOLL AND--

NO, NO, NO.
I WILL FINE THEM
IN COURT TOMORROW MORNING.

THANK YOU, SIR.
YOU SEE, IT'S
SORT OF A TEST CASE.

WE CAN'T AFFORD TO TREAT
THE CATTLE OWNERS ANY DIFFERENT
THAN THE HIRED HANDS.

- YOU SEE--
- QUITE SO.

MY DAUGHTER TELLS ME THAT
SHE'S BEEN SEEING YOU SOCIALLY.

YES, SIR.

MR. EARP, YOU'RE
IN A DANGEROUS PROFESSION.

YES, SIR.

I DON'T THINK
SALLY UNDERSTANDS
JUST HOW DANGEROUS IT IS.

WELL, I SURE TRIED
TO TELL HER.

YOU IN LOVE WITH SALLY?

WELL, SIR, I HOPE NOT,

BUT I'M AFRAID I AM.

WHY DO YOU SAY
YOU HOPE NOT?

WELL, FOR THE SAME
REASON YOU CAME HERE.

WE BOTH KNOW
WHAT KIND OF A LIFE
A PEACE OFFICER LIVES,

WHAT CAN HAPPEN TO HIM.

SALLY'S FROM BOSTON,

AND SOMETIMES
I GET THE FEELING

THAT SHE THINKS DODGE CITY
IS JUST A GREAT BIG
WILD WEST SHOW.

I'M CERTAIN OF THAT.

I DON'T THINK
SHE REALIZES

JUST HOW VIOLENT
AND BRUTAL LIFE
ON THE FRONTIER CAN BE.

WELL, SIR, THAT'S
WHY I HAVEN'T...

ASKED HER
TO MARRY YOU?

YES, SIR.

WELL, I HOPE
YOU'LL GIVE YOURSELF

TIME TO DO SOME MORE
THINKING ABOUT IT.

I CAN'T PRETEND
THAT SALLY WOULD
FOLLOW MY WISHES.

SHE'S LIKE HER MOTHER,

WHO INSISTED
THAT WE MOVE WEST
AFTER THE WAR.

THIS COUNTRY DEMANDED
MORE OF MY WIFE THAN
HER HEALTH COULD STAND.

I BLAME MYSELF.
THAT'S WHY I--

WELL, THANK YOU
FOR HEARING ME OUT.

YES, SIR.

GOOD DAY, MARSHAL.

IS IT SO DREADFUL,
YOU CAN'T TELL ME?

WHAT DID MY FATHER
SAY TO YOU?

JUST WHAT EVERY
FATHER WOULD SAY.

HE WAS REALLY
VERY NICE ABOUT IT.

WHAT HE HAD TO SAY
MADE SENSE.

WYATT, MY FATHER'S
PREJUDICED AGAINST
THIS COUNTRY

FOR WOMEN, ON ACCOUNT
OF MY MOTHER.

I KNOW.

HE DOESN'T
WANT YOU TO MARRY A MAN
IN MY LINE OF WORK.

SO THAT'S IT.

HE'S AFRAID
I COULDN'T FACE UP

AGAINST THE DAILY FEAR
OF YOUR BEING HURT.

- I'M A COWARD.
- YOU THINK ABOUT IT.

I DON'T WANT
TO THINK ABOUT IT.

WYATT, YOU ARE
IN LOVE WITH ME?

YES, I AM,

BUT IT CAN'T COME TRUE,
NOT RIGHT NOW.

WHY NOT?

BECAUSE OF WHAT YOU ARE
AND WHAT I AM,

AND WHAT LIFE
IN DODGE IS LIKE.

- WE CAN'T JUST
BE MARRIED--
- ( gunshot )

WHY DIDN'T YOU
SHOOT BACK?

HE WAS AIMING HIGH.
HE WAS JUST TRYING
TO WARN ME.

I THINK I WOULD
HAVE SHOT BACK.

YOU SEE, I REALLY AM
QUITE TOUGH.

- NO, YOU'RE NOT.
- WYATT,

DID I FAINT?
AM I CRYING?

YOU HAVEN'T SEEN
A MAN GET HIT
WITH A .45 SLUG YET.

I SAW YOU HIT
MR. DRISCOLL
WITH A GUN.

YOU DO HAVE
COURAGE, SALLY.

I HAVE MORE COURAGE
THAN YOU.

I'D MARRY YOU TOMORROW.

SAY YES, WYATT.

ACCEPT THE PROPOSAL
OF THIS BOLD, BAD WOMAN

WHO LOVES YOU SO.

- SALLY, I LOVE YOU
SO MUCH THAT I--
- THEN IT'S SETTLED.

I'M GOING TO BE...

MRS. WYATT EARP.

YOU CAN'T ESCAPE
NOW, DEAR.

DARLING, I DON'T
WANT TO ESCAPE.

- I JUST WANT YOU
TO BE SURE THAT--
- WYATT. WYATT.

YOU BETTER TAKE MISS SALLY
RIGHT STRAIGHT BACK
TO THE HOTEL.

- WHY?
- THE DRISCOLL
AND RAIKLE OUTFITS

ARE HEADED FOR TOWN.

SLAP HIS FACE
AND WAKE HIM UP
FROM DREAMING.

HE'S THE MARSHAL
OF DODGE CITY, AND IF
HE DON'T THINK QUICK,

- HE'S GOING TO BE DEAD.
- DEAD?

I HATE TO BE SO BLUNT,
BUT YOU NEED TO LEARN
THE TRUTH.

MR. KELLY IS AN EXCITABLE
IRISHER, SALLY.

DON'T LET MR. EARP
BLARNEY YOU.

THERE'S A BUNCH OF
MEAN, KILLING COWHANDS
COMING AFTER HIM.

VERY WELL, THEN.

I'LL HAVE MY FATHER DEPUTIZE
EVERY MAN IN TOWN.
WE'LL FIGHT THEM.

NOT THIS BOY.
HE'LL TRY TO DO IT
ALL BY HIMSELF.

OH, NOW, WYATT,

YOU'RE NOT THAT
FOOLHARDY, ARE YOU?

I'VE HAD MEN COMING
AFTER ME EVER SINCE
I STARTED AS A MARSHAL.

NINE TIMES OUT OF 10,
IT WAS A FALSE ALARM,

AND THE OTHER TIMES...

WELL, I'M STILL LIVING.
YOU GO BACK TO YOUR PLACE

AND SOAK YOUR HEAD
IN A BUCKET OF WATER.
I'LL TALK TO YOU LATER.

MR. KELLY HAS
A LARGE IMAGINATION.

WHATEVER MY FAULTS,
I AIN'T A WIDOW MAKER.

"WIDOW MAKER."

IS THAT SUPPOSED
TO FRIGHTEN ME?

NO, IT'S, UH...

JUST BAD-TEMPERED
KELLY TALK.

I WONDER IF MY FATHER
COULDN'T HAVE PLANNED
THIS WHOLE THING.

IT'S QUITE POSSIBLE.

NO.

THEN, IF IT IS TRUE
ABOUT THE COWHANDS,
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?

WELL, I'M GOING TO TAKE
YOU BACK TO YOUR HOTEL.

THEN I'M GOING TO
HAVE A NICE, LONG TALK
WITH MR. KELLY.

- BUT THE COWHANDS, HE SAID
THEY WERE GOING TO--
- SHH!

I OUGHT TO PUNCH YOU.
I'VE LET ALL YOUR REMARKS
ABOUT MARRIAGE PASS,

BUT WHAT YOU PULLED
TONIGHT WAS THE LIMIT.

SAVE YOUR STRENGTH.
YOU'RE GOING TO NEED IT
IN THE MORNING.

- FOR WHAT?
- YOU EVER HEAR
OF BIG RANTS,

THE FOREMAN
FOR TOBY DRISCOLL?

NO, I CAN'T SAY AS I HAVE.
IS HE FASTER THAN
CLAY ALLISON?

HE DON'T FIGHT WITH GUNS.
HE FIGHTS WITH HIS FISTS.

THAT'LL BE
A NICE CHANGE.

YOU WON'T THINK SO.
HE'S BIGGER THAN YOU ARE,

AND HE'S WHIPPED EVERY
TOP FIGHTER FROM HERE
TO SAN ANTONE.

YOU'RE TRYING TO TELL ME
THAT ALL THEY'RE
GOING TO DO IS

GET ME INTO A FISTFIGHT
WITH RANTS?

DRISCOLL AND RAIKLE
AIN'T STUPID.

THEY KNOW JUDGE FABIAN
WOULD CALL IN THE SOLDIERS

AND HANG ANY MAN
WHO TRIED TO GUN YOU.

- SO THERE'S MUCH ADO
ABOUT NOTHIN'.
- NOTHIN', IS IT?!

RANTS WILL BEAT YOU
TO A BLOODY PULP.

YOU'LL LIVE A CRIPPLE
THE REST OF YOUR DAYS,
IF YOU DON'T DIE.

MAYBE. AND WHAT WAS
THE IDEA OF TRYING
TO SCARE MISS SALLY?

- ( groans )
- I ASKED YOU A QUESTION.

AND YOU'LL GET
NO ANSWER FROM ME.

IF YOU DON'T KNOW
WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU
MARRYING A GIRL LIKE HER,

I'D NEVER GET IT
THROUGH YOUR THICK HEAD.

- THAT WIDOW MAKER
REMARK, HUH?
- LOOK...

I GOT SOME FINE BRASS
KNUCKLES AROUND HERE.

YOU BETTER TRY
'EM ON FOR SIZE.

I DON'T NEED
YOUR BRASS KNUCKLES
OR ANYTHING ELSE.

SO YOU THINK I'LL LEAVE
MISS SALLY A WIDOW, HUH?

IT AIN'T LIKELY.

WHEN BIG RANTS
GETS THROUGH WITH YOU,

THERE COULDN'T EVEN
BE A MARRIAGE.

- QUIT BEING A FOOL.
PUT THESE IN YOUR POCKET.
- NO, THANKS.

I'VE SEEN BIG RANTS FIGHT.
AT LEAST LET ME SHOW YOU
SOME OF HIS DIRTY TRICKS.

I'M NOT INTERESTED,
MR. KELLY.

- IN REGARDS TO MISS SALLY,
IF I EVER HEAR--
- GET OUT OF MY PLACE!

I WON'T SLEEP
A WINK TONIGHT.

I'LL SEE BIG RANTS'S FIST
BREAKING YOUR JAW

AND CRACKING
YOUR RIBS.

HE WEARS MEXICAN SPURS
ON HIS BOOTS.
I CAN SEE 'EM NOW--

MR. KELLY, WILL YOU
KINDLY SHUT UP?

NOW, I'VE FOUND MYSELF
A BRAVE GIRL.

YOU'RE THE ONE
WHO OUGHT TO BE
WEARING SKIRTS.

SOMETIMES I THINK
YOU'RE MY FRIEND,

OTHER TIMES I THINK
YOU'RE MY ENEMY.

YOU DO ME A FAVOR
TOMORROW MORNING
AND BE MY FRIEND, HUH?

IT'S A DEAL.

JUST DON'T TRY
AND STOP THE FIGHT.
PROMISE?

OH, AND I HOPE
YOU'LL STAND UP
FOR ME AT MY WEDDING.

- YOU'RE DREAMING, WYATT.
- ( door closes )

OOH!

JUDGE FINED US EACH
A HUNDRED DOLLARS.

300. COUNT 'EM.

THAT'S ALL RIGHT, MR. DRISCOLL.
I TRUST YOU WHEN YOU'RE SOBER.

THANKS.

ONE OTHER PIECE
OF BUSINESS, EARP.

SOME OF OUR BOYS
ARE WAITING OUTSIDE.

THEY'RE NOT PACKING GUNS.

I NOTICED THAT
THROUGH THE WINDOW.

MY FOREMAN, MR. RANTS,
WOULD LIKE TO HAVE
A TALK WITH YOU.

THAT IS, IF YOU'LL
TAKE OFF YOUR GUNS

AND KEEP YOUR DEPUTIES
FROM INTERRUPTING
THE CONVERSATION.

I'LL TELL YOU,
I'VE ALREADY ISSUED
THE NECESSARY ORDERS.

I JUST HOPE
YOU GENTLEMEN
HAVE PICKED OUT

A NICE RINGSIDE
SECTION.

WE'RE GOING TO ENJOY
EVERY SECOND YOU LAST.

- YOUR NAME RANTS?
- YEAH.

- THAT WHAT YOU WANTED?
- YEAH.

Man:
GIVE HIM
THE SPURS, RANTS.

GIVE HIM THE SPURS!

WYATT, STOP IT!
STOP IT!

- WHAT HAPPENED?
WHY IS WYATT FIGHTING?
- HE HAD NO CHOICE.

YOU STOP HIM!
HIS LOSS IS MINE.

HE'LL PUT HIS EYES OUT.
HE'LL BLIND HIM.

CAN'T STOP THE FIGHT.
RANTS WON'T QUIT.

( men shouting )

- COME ON, RANTS!
- COME ON, RANTS!

- COME ON, RANTS, GET HIM!
- ( shouting continues )

COME ON, RANTS!

COME ON.
GET UP.

COME ON!
COME ON, RANTS!

WYATT, STOP IT!

- COME ON.
- STOP IT!

( shouting continues )

- COME ON, WYATT!
- GET HIM NOW, RANTS!

( all shouting )

COME ON, RANTS.

THROW SOME WATER ON HIM.
HE CAN TAKE MORE
OF A BEATING THAN THIS.

NO, WYATT, PLEASE!
YOU'VE WHIPPED HIM!

STAY BACK, SALLY.
KEEP HER BACK.

HE'S HAD ALL
HE CAN TAKE.

ALL RIGHT,
ANYBODY ELSE
WANT SOME?

YEAH, I DO.

IF THE DRISCOLLS
CAN'T WHOOP YOU,
US RAIKLES CAN.

- NO, DON'T FIGHT ANYMORE!
- SHE'S RIGHT, YOU'RE TIRED.

LOOK, I EITHER RUN
THIS TOWN, OR I DON'T.

COME ON!
GET UP!

( water splashing )

YOU SHOULD HAVE GONE
BACK TO THE HOTEL.

YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO
FIGHT THAT OTHER MAN.

IT WAS BRUTAL.

I'M IN A BRUTAL BUSINESS.

I TOLD YOU THAT.
NOW YOU KNOW.

YES, NOW I KNOW.

THE FIGHT'S OVER,
BUT YOU BETTER
PUT THESE ON.

SHE'LL FEEL BETTER
ABOUT IT AFTER SHE
THINKS ABOUT IT.

NO.

NO, SHE WON'T.

SHE DIDN'T EVEN
HAVE TO SLAP MY FACE.

I'VE QUIT DREAMING,
MR. KELLY.

* 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!