All language subtitles for The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp S01E24 - Killing at Cowskin Creek

♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp

♪ Brave, courageous,
and bold ♪

♪ Long live his fame,
and long live his glory ♪

♪ And long may
his story be told ♪

♪

When cowboys were robbed
and murdered for money

won at the Keno House,
Wichita's popular cow town casino,

they became suspicious of
the owner and his gamblers.

To find out who was trailing
and robbing the cowboys,

Wyatt Earp began making the
Keno House his special beat.

Everybody drinks!
Frank, set 'em up!

Evenin', Wyatt.

I was just about
to send for you.

Got a heavy winner, huh?

Yeah. Puncher
named Roy Blake.

Just cashed in over a thousand.

You talk to him?

Didn't do any good.

Said he could take
care of himself.

Said he'd like to see
any Wichita stickup artist

try to take that money off him.

Really? Hey, Roy,
what are you gonna do

with all your money?

I'm gonna take it back to Texas,

that's what I'm gonna do!

That's what I call
real patriotic!

Yeeeee!

Hey, quiet, quiet, quiet!

Roy hisself has got
a few words to say.

I'm gonna spend this money

on breeding stock!

I'm gonna get myself
a spread of my own!

Ha ha!
You hear that, boys?

Let's drink to a
future cattle king!

Future cattle king.

Ooh.

I don't want no more to drink.

I better be getting
back to camp.

Sure. Simp here and
me, we'll come ride along,

see that you get back
safe. Yeah, yeah. Sure.

Aw, Shorty.

Simp, old friend...

I don't need no help.

I can take care of myself.

No, no. You're
carrying a payload.

You need protection.

Ha ha! I need
protection, boys!

I have to have a bodyguard

for all this money I won.

Frankie. Hey,
good luck, boys.

Break the bank.
Ha ha ha ha!

Watch him, boys.

This one I'll watch myself.

The old pals,
they're real friendly.

That's what I'm gonna
have... my own...

Here's my old pal.

Ohh! I'll buy a drink
for your horse.

Come on, let's get outta here.

Ah, let's go!
I'm so rich!

I'm gonna buy something
for everybody, boys!

Come on, Simp,
let's get up there!

Rough Riders, let's go!

Come on, let's go, Simp!

Get on, there!

Ha ha ha!
Come on!

Morning, Marshal. Morning.

You're sure up early.

I haven't been to bed yet.

Been riding trail
on a lucky cowhand.

What, Blake?

Yep.

Yeah, we weren't
at the Keno House,

but we heard about him.

I figure he's safe now.

He's across the creek.

Ah, must've reached camp
and broke the news.

Yeah, I guess so. I'll see
you boys back in town.

Marshal!
Marshal!

Blake's been killed!
That's the shots we heard

when we was a-talkin'. You
seemed kind of interested

a while ago, Marshal.
So I thought

maybe you'd like
to see for yourself.

Come on. Show me. Come on!

Where'd you find him?

The marshal was showing
considerable interest a while ago.

Thought I'd let him
see for himself.

Got any idea who might've
done him in, Mr. Earp?

Aren't you the two
who left town with Blake?

What do you mean
by that, mister?

Simp, I'll do the talkin'.

Sure. We were
with Blake.

We rode this side
of the creek with him.

He headed for his
camp, we headed for ours.

Did you hear the shot?

Sure. We hot-footed it back here

and found him, right
where he is now.

You see anybody else?

No. Some of the rest
of the boys

started drifting up
about that time.

I followed Blake
as far as the creek.

I figured he didn't
need any more protection

once he got the other side...

among the camps,
among his own friends.

But the way things are
beginning to look now,

you boys are being
bushwhacked by your own pals.

Thought you were here
to help us, Mr. Earp.

Sounds now like
you're accusing us.

Why don't you go back
to town where you belong?

We don't need your help.

Well, whether you need it or not

don't make any difference.
You're gonna get it.

All right, Earp, why
don't you start off

by trying to arrest me?

Simp.

You better take your friend

down to the creek
to cool him off.

For once, Mr. Earp here
is among us as a friend.

The least you can do
is give him a chance.

Tony's right, Simp. For
once, we'll have to assume

the marshal's acting
in good faith.

Ahh...

What do you propose
to do first, Mr. Earp?

I don't know yet.

I'm not so sure
I'd tell if I did.

But so far, every man that's
been murdered and robbed

never had much of chance
to put up a fight.

Every one of them got it
closer to Cowskin Creek

than he did to Wichita.

Meaning?

Meaning he must've
thought he was among friends

when he was killed.

Think it over.

Mr. Earp here?

Yeah. He's
right over there.

Mr. Earp?

Hmm?

Remember me?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, sure. But...

I never did get
your name, though.

Jeff Burns.

Pleased.

Could I see you alone?

Yeah. Hey, uh...
Hey, fellas,

let us have the room
for a minute, will you?

Yeah, sure.

Gettin' anyplace
with the robberies?

No. That's probably
because the Keno House

hasn't dropped
any jackpots lately.

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

I got an idea.

Mmm?

It's simple.
All you need

is another big winner
over there.

If the bait's big enough, it
ought to bring the robbers out.

Yeah, well, I thought of that,

but... trouble is,

I can't find anybody
to qualify for the job.

Anybody from town, it'd look
just like what it is... a set-up.

Needs, uh...

uh, a trail-riding cowhand.

I know. That's
why I'm volunteering.

Well, why the sudden change?

The other morning at
the creek, I had a feeling

the boys were suspectin' me.

Well, I guess we
feel about it like this.

Fightin' cowmen might
come pretty easy to you, Earp.

But robbin' em...

well, that's
somethin' else again.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Well, do I get the job?

You know what
you're getting into?

Those, uh, killers never leave
any witnesses, you know?

Earp, just like you,

I figure these killers
are in our camp.

And to me, that's worse than
if some Yankee were taking us.

It's like treason.

You want to get your bare
hands on snakes like them.

Okay, cowhand, you got the job.

Let me give you a warning.

Don't tell anybody about this.

I won't.

I mean that.

You understand?

Sure do.

I really do.

7 wins.

Ohh...
Right.

7 again.

Well, I guess I win again.

It's your night, Jeff.
It sure ain't mine.

I'm making no apology, Shorty.

It's been a long time coming.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Feel kinda sorry
for that cowhand.

Came in here on his
first drive this spring

and almost broke the bank.

Been trying to
repeat it ever since.

Beats me, though,
where he caches

the money to keep trying.

Evening, Wyatt.

Mr. Rupp.

You all set?

Yeah.

He'll be cashing in soon.

When he does, he'll be paid
off with the marked money.

You win again.

Well, that's it, dealer.

I, uh, quit while
I'm still ahead.

It's your lucky night.

Big winners, huh?

You bet.
Those are not

all the chips he's cashed.

That's what you
get for being lucky.

Wyatt.

I'm just lending this money

in the interest
of clean government.

I expect it back.

Well, I'll do
what I can, Mr. Rupp.

Well, uh...

what if things go wrong?

You mean if the robbers
do get away with it?

Yeah.
Who's gonna pay?

Mmhh. Guess I'll
just have to spend

about five summers
working it out.

Thank you, cashier.

Thank you very much!

Come on, boys!

Step up to the bar! Name it!

Come on.

You have to have a drink
whenever you want it.

It's my money.

How about a drink,
Mr. Rupp?

No, thanks.

Shorty.

Yeah?

You lose all the money tonight?

What difference does it make?

We'll have some more
pretty soon.

I was thinking
all the money we'd have

if you wasn't
gambling all the time.

Shh. Here comes
somebody.

How do we know
Jeff's gonna be alone?

Maybe we should've
robbed that one.

'Cause he wasn't
with his bunch tonight.

He was by hisself.
Chances are,

he'll ride back
to camp by hisself.

You got something
better to do, maybe?

I didn't mean nothing,
Shorty. Stop pickin' on me.

Then stop being at me!

That looks like him.

Well, we're gonna make sure.

Get off your horse.
Why?

Get off!

Simp. You stay here
and keep me covered.

That you, Jeff?
Who is it?

Shorty Dawson.

Any trouble?

Simp's horse.

He's got the colic or something.

You know anything
about sick animals?

Not much.
All right,

get your hands down
away from your gun. Simp!

Get his gun.

Okay.
Okay, Simp,

get him off the road.

Get over there!

Hey-yah!

Sorry to have tricked you, Jeff,

but we mean business.

Yeah, I see you do.

Get down.

All right. Put that money
in these saddlebags.

I've seen some pretty low
humans in my time, Shorty,

but this beats 'em all.

Yeah. It takes all kinds,
don't it, Jeff? Search him,

Simp. Make sure you
didn't miss anything.

Okay.

Ain't nothing left.

Simp here is always wanting

to be a gunman
with a big reputation.

Only he ain't fast enough.

But he gets a big boot

out of pretending he is.

With me, it's different.

I don't like killing.

He's all yours, Simp.

See you up the road.

Won again, eh, Simp? Yeah.

You sure?

Yeah, right through the head.

You're improving.

Well, let's get along.

I knew it. That other
fella heard the shooting.

All right, get off the
road and head for camp.

Hey-yah!

I was at the trail head.
Did you find Jeff?

Never seen him. Well,
you check the trail up there.

I'll get into this.

Come on, boy.

Well.

Glad to see you
alive and kicking, Jeff.

How bad is it?

All he lost was some hair.

The bullet knocked him out.

Oh. Well,
the one I was after

stopped running
and played it smart.

I figured I'd better
check with you

and then pick up the trail
first thing come daylight.

Well, you won't
have to look very far.

It's Shorty Dawson
and Simp Sheldon.

If they think I'm dead,
they'll be back in camp

with their outfit, same
as usual, in the morning.

Well, come on. We'll
get you back to town

and get a fresh start tomorrow.

When this outfit moves,

me and Simp are
gonna move with it.

A month's enough time
to see the sights of Wichita

and lose all your dough.

Yeah.
That's right.

Hey, who's that?

I don't know.

Middle one looks
like Jeff Burns.

Sure does.

Well, it is Jeff.

Hey, here's Jeff.

Who's that other guy?

There they are, those two...

Shorty and Simp.

You, take their guns.
They're under arrest.

Those two robbed me
last night and shot me up.

They're the ones who've
been knocking us cowboys off

for the last month.

If you're hard to convince,

take a look in
Shorty's saddlebag.

The money he stole
is marked in the corners

with Whitey Rupp's initials.

He's right.

There's a "W.R."
marked in the corner.

Now take their guns
like I told you.

Sure beats all, don't it boys?

Harboring rattlers
right under our own blankets.

Why, even a coyote
don't hunt its own kind.

That'll do, Jeff.

We've come here to arrest 'em,
not talk 'em to death.

Now, if the prisoners
wouldn't mind,

climb on your horses
and we'll head back to town.

They're our game, Wyatt.

You're not gonna have 'em.

You know how I feel.

You'll have to swallow
your feelings, Jeff.

I'm taking 'em in.

Get on those horses!

Jimmy, start herding 'em
back to town.

All right, hold it!

I think you know better

than to make any gunplay, Jeff.

All right, Earp.

But it's not because
I'm afraid of you.

It's because you're here
as kind of a friend.

And this cow camp,
rough as it is, is home.

And nobody likes
to mess up his home

with dead visitors.

I appreciate
your hospitality, Jeff.

Come on, get 'em going!

Earp.

It's only fair to warn ya.

As soon as word gets around
to the other camps about this,

there won't be a jail
big enough to hold them two.

And we'll be coming in
to get 'em.

I hope ya don't.

All there?

Oh,

every dollar, Wyatt.

I'm telling you, sir,

every businessman in town

oughta be grateful
for what you've done.

Wyatt,

the cowhands are gathering
on the creek,

like they're fixing
to raid the town.

Uh-huh.

Mr. Rupp,
do you mind if I

use your place for a meeting?

Meeting? What for?

I want to find out

just how grateful
you businessmen will be

when I ask you to start shooting

your best customers.

What's up?
What do you mean?

Thanks, knew you wouldn't mind.

A meeting?
Now wait a minute.

Come on, fellas.

Not just yet, gents. There's
a meeting going on inside.

I don't see why we should
run headlong into trouble.

By your own admission,

these criminals
were caught red-handed.

So let the cowhands have them.

Above all, we don't wanna
bite the hand that feeds us.

As much as this town
needs the cowhands' business,

Wyatt's right.

We can't let them
put this over on us.

Look, when I first
took this job,

you offered me a posse,

and I turned it down.

Now, I need a show of force,

and I'm asking for it.

Do I get it, or don't I?

You know where I stand, Wyatt.

Me, too.

And I sure have a lot to lose.

How about you?

How 'bout the rest
of the businessmen?

They're not here.

I suppose that means
they're on the fence.

Well, if I don't get enough men,

I'll go out there alone.

And gentlemen, if I do that,

I'm through.

I'll either resign,

or I'll be dead.

Which in either event,

will leave us entirely
to the mercy of the mob.

Is that what you men want?

And I'll close
my newspaper as of now.

One record I'll never print

is the day that
Wichita turned yellow.

Now, just a minute, Murdock.

I didn't exactly say I wouldn't.

Well, what are we waiting for?

Come on, let's go talk to
the rest of the businessmen.

Well,

at least now
we'll get an answer.

Woo-hoo!

Hi, boys.
Welcome to Wichita.

Stand aside, Wyatt.

You know what we're here for.

Sure, I know what
you're here for.

You're here to have fun.

That's exactly what
you're gonna get, Jeff,

any way you want.

And there are all your friends,

ready to give it to ya.

Merchants, restaurant owners,

saloon keepers.

Each of 'em with
just one aim in life,

and that's to give you gents
anything you want.

Well, it's up to you, Jeff,

you and your friends.

What do you mean it's up to us?

Whether you come
into town with guns

or without 'em.

If you wanna come with 'em,

you have to come shooting.

There you've got a choice.

We didn't figure the whole town

had turned on us, Jeff.

This is different.

You heard the marshal.
How do you vote?

No use running head-on
into a militia.

Them two robbers
just ain't worth the risk.

Everybody feel the same way?

Yeah, come on, fellows,
let's have fun!

Where do you want us
to leave the guns, Wyatt?

Just drop your belts
in the street, Jeff.

You can pick 'em up
at the Texas House

on the way out of town.

Yah!
Woo!

Yee-haw!

Come on, boys.
Give me a hand.

After what just blew past,

street cleaning's
gonna look like

nice pleasant work.

You're so right, Wyatt.

♪

♪ 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪