01x25 - The Englishman

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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]

Wyatt Earp's

greatest distinction

as Marshal of

Wichita, Kansas,

was based on the fact

that in showdowns

with armed lawbreakers,

he preferred to

disable an opponent

rather than sh**t to k*ll.

But George Peshar,

a renegade of such

villainy that he was

expelled from the Thompson

g*ng of outlaws,

managed to anger Wyatt

into a k*lling temper.

On the Western

frontier of ,

Marshal Earp was

considered reckless

and foolishly quixotic

to spare outlaws' lives

at the risk of his own.

And in the case

of George Peshar...

All right, men.

Check in your g*ns quick.

When Earp shows up,

nobody knows nothing

about this hoo-rah.

I'm in town on business,

but rawhiding Deacon Earp?

That's my pleasure.

I beg your pardon.

Are you, by any chance,

Mr. George Peshar?

That's right.

You must be

that English fella.

Oh? You can tell?

[laughs]

Aw, don't worry

about it, son.

Time you spent

a couple of months

on that spread you're

figuring on buying,

you'll look like a cow man,

same as anybody else.

I shall try to be,

Mr. Peshar.

What do you say?

Let's go in and get a drink.

Thank you,

I'd like that.

Well, if it isn't

our Miss Prim.

Sorry, we haven't

one vacant room.

Oh. Is your bar

filled up, too?

Come along, Mister, uh...

I don't believe I remember

your name from the letter.

Evert, Rodney Evert.

Ah.

I don't like the name

Miss Prim.

Do you mind if I call

you Miss Primrose?

The guest

is always right.

Nobody ever gets

anywhere with her, son.

She's a mama's girl,

proper and prim.

Well, I've been

here two days,

and this is the first

time she's spoken.

I thought customers were

a little bit more breezy

out here in

Western America.

Well, you didn't

speak to me.

Well, that's true,

but I thought

the lady was supposed

to speak first.

Hello, Mr. Peshar.

Hello, Deacon.

Son, this is

Deacon Wyatt Earp,

the big law and order

man in this town.

Marshal Earp, I've

heard a lot about you.

Who did that sh**ting

just now?

I wouldn't know.

You wouldn't, huh?

You're a liar.

Still want to say you don't

know anything about it?

Look, Earp.

You run it over me

and Chad Pierce

once in Ellsworth.

Don't try it here.

Now, you didn't

see this sh**ting.

Try and find

a witness

that'll say

they saw me.

You're still a liar.

[clears throat]

Now, now, gentlemen.

Are those fighting words

here in Western America?

Come on, son.

We got business

to talk over.

He's wearing g*ns.

I'm not.

I'll say that I saw him.

Did you, Miss Cora?

No.

But if it'll help you

put him in jail, I'll...

well, I'm morally certain

that he and his crowd did it.

So am I.

But you stay

out of this.

Mr. Peshar is a

real nasty man.

Is that Englishman

a friend of his?

I don't know.

Mr. Evert checked

in yesterday.

Well, they couldn't

be friends.

Mr. Evert looks like

a newcomer to me.

Yes, he is.

Well, I guess he's over .

Say hello to your

mother for me.

Mr. Earp.

Look, there's nothing

I can do, Miss Gordon.

But you know that man's

going to cheat Mr. Evert

in some way.

Why, isn't Peshar the one

that Ben Thompson

refused to ride

with anymore?

Yeah.

Then Mr. Evert's

in real danger.

Well, he's

liable to be

bilked out of

some money.

Well, can't you warn him

or tell him that...

Look, the British are

as stubborn a group

as we have.

A lot of them have

bought ranches

in Texas and Arizona

Territory.

If they've been cheated,

they kept their mouths shut

and worked their

own way out of it.

Don't you worry

about it,

and you'll be all right.

You just help your mother

take care of this hotel.

Now, these two sections

have year-round grass.

The little stony creek

runs right through

the middle of the place.

Well, it sounds

ideal for cattle.

Oh, she'll carry

, head, easy.

Well, where do I

buy the cattle?

From the same place

you buy the ranch.

George Peshar and Company.

Cordeaux, that

simplifies matters.

I'd like to see

the place.

Could we ride

down there today?

Well, not today, son.

It's miles.

A hundred and...

Well, that would be a

bit of a gallop, eh?

[laughs]

I say, young chappy,

you must be a

blinkin' Britisher.

Why, yes, I am.

Fancy that.

And how's your fuddy-duddy

old queen?

You'll take that back

and apologize

to my friend.

I'm apologizing

to no one.

Kings, queens,

or even you!

No.

No, he's mine.

Nor you!

Oof!

Stop it!

I'll fix you!

No!

Mr. Earp!

You k*lled him.

I had to.

He'd have got you.

Yes.

I don't know

what to say.

Thanking a man for

saving one's life is a...

Oh, forget it, son.

I won't forget it,

Mr. Peshar.

I won't forget it.

This man tried

to sh**t me.

My friend here

shot him first.

Is that the way

it happened?

Mr. Evert and the cowhand

were fist-fighting.

Then Mr. Evert knocked

him down, and he...

he drew a g*n

from the rack.

Mr. Peshar shot first.

With what?

With tihs.

You're under arrest.

For saving my

friend Evert?

No, for not

checking this.

But Marshal,

it's obvious that...

There'll be an inquest.

You can tell your

story then.

You men pick him

up and carry him

to Dr. Fabrique's office.

He doesn't need

a doctor. He's dead.

Dr. Fabrique is

also our coroner.

Come on, we'll take a

walk over to the jail.

Is that Marshal

out of his mind?

Mr. Peshar saved my life,

and now he's being arrested?

It doesn't make sense.

Well, you're the one

who's addled.

Addled?

Oh?

Peshar's a k*ller.

Why, he didn't care

about saving you.

He saw a chance

to k*ll a man.

I beg to differ

with you.

And now,

if you'll excuse me,

I'll go bail

for Mr. Peshar.

Wait.

Just answer one question.

Please.

Of course.

Is Peshar trying to

sell you something?

A ranch

and some cattle.

You American women.

It's amazing.

Cora!

Yes, Mother?

Lock the door,

lock the door!

Oh, this is dreadful.

Right in our own lobby.

Oh, we never should

have bought this hotel.

And you, poor child,

had to see it.

I don't see how you

managed not to faint.

Now, Mother,

you know I never--

What's to become of us?

And of this hotel?

Just business

as usual, Mother.

Oh, Cora, how can

you be so calm?

A sh**ting right

in our lobby.

But it's going

to be a lot worse.

What?

I just finished

talking to Jed,

and he said that--

Jed?

One of our bartenders,

Mother.

Oh, yes, Jed.

He's one of our

bartenders.

Yes.

He said that Mr. Evert

is going to buy a ranch

and a lot of cattle

for , pounds.

Why, Mother,

that's almost $ , .

Ooh, well,

that boy has an extremely

rich family in England.

If he wants

to buy a ranch--

But Mother, he's dealing

with George Peshar.

Oh.

[gasps]

Ooh!

Is he the man who

shot the other man?

Yes.

Oh, but the ranch

deal, Cora,

that's simply a

business transaction.

What on Earth's

worrying you?

Jed says the ranch

isn't any good

and that most of

the cattle were stolen.

Oh, dear.

We can't let Peshar

cheat Mr. Evert.

What can we do

about this?

Mother, I want you

to go to Mr. Earp.

Ask him to

investigate this.

Me? Oh, Cora...

But he'll listen to you.

And then we can get Jed

to tell him about

Peshar's ranch

and the cattle.

Oh, no.

No, that's quite

impossible.

It wouldn't

do at all.

Well, why not?

Well, it just wouldn't,

that's all.

Mr. Peshar might think we

were interfering, and...

Well, it just

isn't a matter

that a lady

can discuss.

All right.

I'm not a lady.

[gasps]

Cora, oh, I didn't--

There's the bail

money for my friend.

I don't know much

about your

American law,

Mr. Earp,

but I have the distinct

impression that it

follows most of

the English statutes.

Or am I in error?

No, Mr. Evert,

you're not in error.

We derive

from English law.

Then any offense less

than m*rder is bailable.

True,

but k*lling a man

in a gunfight

is m*rder, technically.

I say, now, Mr. Earp.

That's not quite cricket.

You heard

Miss Cora admit...

Mr. Evert...

Your friend's gonna

stay in jail until

a coroner's jury

exonerates him.

Then it's obvious

there's bad blood

between you

and Mr. Peshar.

Look, he's a k*ller,

a cheat, and a rustler.

Or I could use more profane

terms if you'd like.

I suppose you have

proof of what you say.

Yeah, I caught him

cheating at poker once.

Well, that's only

your word.

Well, do you

doubt my word?

Mr. Peshar defended me

at the risk of

his own life.

I think I should

defend him.

Seems to me I'm

obliged, you know.

Yes, I think

you're a liar.

Marshal Earp,

what happened?

We had a bit of a row.

Why did you

pick on him?

Peshar's the one

that oughta have his

head knocked off.

That was a beautiful

right punch.

Maybe I should have

called you out.

With revolvers.

Oh?

Are you good with them?

Not too bad.

I shot for England at

the Bisley matches.

Miss Primrose...

I am sorry.

I vaguely remember

the scent of perfume, but I--

I thought I was in

the land of dreams.

You still are, if you plan

to deal with George Peshar.

Oh?

You agree with Mr. Earp?

Yes.

If you'd only listen,

you'd understand why...

I'm sorry.

I'm be...being

stubborn, I know.

It's a bad habit

with us British.

We're loyal to our friends.

Well, I tried,

Miss Gordon.

But Jed says the ranch

is no good.

That the cattle

were rustled.

Mr. Evert should demand

proof in writing.

Why are you so concerned?

Well,

it's nothing personal.

It's just that he's

a guest at the hotel,

and, well, we always

look after our guests.

Yeah, well take my

advice and forget it.

You mean just stand by

and watch a visitor

being cheated

out of $ , ?

Miss Cora, if he goes

through with the deal

and finds out that

he's being swindled,

he can always...

swear out a warrant

against Peshar

and sue him.

Besides, there are an

awful lot of Englishmen.

Why don't you find

yourself a smart one?

Why, Mr. Earp,

you don't think I'm

interested in Mr. Evert?

Yes, I do.

Now, look, I told you

back at the hotel

to stay away and not make

trouble with Peshar.

Young England is gonna

stick with him...

til the last ditch.

He'll break your heart.

Good day, Mr. Earp.

[laughing]

Aah, we sure made a

monkey out of Earp.

Justifiable homicide.

Even old Doc Fabrique

gave him what for.

A waste of the

coroner's time.

Hey, I've been

waiting to ask you.

Where'd you get that

bruise on your jaw?

Oh, a bit

of a shandy go.

Earp. He done it?

Well,

it's all over now.

I suggest we

forget about it.

No,

we won't forget it.

Hey, Deacon.

Big John Law.

Punching my young

friend Evert.

You want to make that

your business?

I want this young

man to know

that you're not a fair

sample of an American.

When you're not

wearing your g*ns,

you're as yellow

as a buzzard's beak.

I'll take 'em off.

No.

Leave 'em on...

and when you and I meet,

I'll be wearing mine.

You do that.

Is Mr. Earp

afraid of you?

You saw the way he

acted didn't you?

He didn't seem

afraid to me.

It looked like he was

trying to hold his temper.

Just bluffs, son. Bluff.

When I'm wearing

my g*ns...

the man that's not

afraid of me

is a fool or an idiot.

Now, come on.

Let's go wet

our whistle.

Talk about that

cattle spread.

Well, Miss Prim.

I'll be with you in a

moment, Mr. Peshar.

No hurry at all,

young man.

I'd like a word with you

if I may, Miss Gill.

Why, certainly.

Is something wrong

with our service?

No, but there is

something wrong with me.

Oh?

It's really quite

important.

Could we go to

your parlor?

Well, just for a moment.

Mother's busy in

the dining room,

and I have to

watch the desk.

Just for a moment.

I'm afraid

I'm a stubborn coot.

Quite.

But you and Mr. Earp

wouldn't have warned

me against a man

unless you had what seems

to you a good reason.

No, we wouldn't.

Well,

what is the reason?

Thought you had

a tight hobble

on that Britisher.

What do you mean?

Just strayed into the parlor

with Cora Gill.

He'll be running

back in here

for a drink

to warm him up

after he's talked to

her for five minutes.

And Mr. Earp says

that you should ask

for proof of

everything.

In writing.

I haven't any proof.

You must think me

quite a simpleton.

I had no intention

of buying

from Mr. Peshar

sight unseen.

Well, I'm certainly

glad to hear that.

You see,

the ranch was listed

with Higby and Pelham

in London.

They're quite

reliable brokers.

He sent me a complete

description

of the ranch

with photographs.

Well, it's your

money, Mr. Evert.

But I must look at

the ranch, you know.

I mean, in justice

to Mr. Peshar.

Tell me, do you plan to

take much cash with you?

I have given you

a dreadful

impression of stupidity.

No, I carry Bank

of England drafts.

You're not stupid.

Now, isn't that odd?

What?

Of how happy I feel

just to hear you say

I'm not stupid.

It's quite true,

you know.

I've been in love

with you for--

for the last

half hour at least.

Longer than that.

Really?

[knocking]

Excuse me, Miss Cora.

Mr. Peshar wants to see

Mr. Evert right away.

I'll tell him

in a few minutes.

No.

No, he mustn't get

the idea that--

You're quite right.

You wait right here.

I've got much more

to say to you.

And I've got a lot

to think about.

You wanted

to see me?

The paper just came out

with a bad weather

report for tomorrow.

Oh?

I think we'd better

hit the trail, son.

We can cross most

of the creeks

before the rains

flood them.

Well, when would

you want to leave?

Right away.

I'll have to go upstairs

and pack my gear.

Oh, um...

I'm sorry to rush

you this way,

but when it rains

this time of year,

that trail

gets mighty bad.

Earp and these

fool laws.

Oh, Miss Cora...

uh, there's bad

weather coming up.

Mr. Peshar thinks

we ought to go

for the ranch

right away.

No.

No, please don't

go with him.

Hey...

what is this?

Well, Cora and I have

an understanding.

What's the idea of telling

him not to go with me?

You're a cheat.

And a crook.

Oh, you been listening

to Wyatt Earp, huh?

Now, look, let's not

have any of this...

I'll ask her.

What else

does Earp say?

Earp doesn't

say anything.

I say it.

Why, you!

Stay out of this!

I think not.

No, he'll sh**t!

I'll stop you.

I want Earp.

Where are you going?

I left my g*n

in my room.

You, uh,

going after him?

Hmm?

Why don't you let me

and the boys take Peshar?

He offered

me the fight.

But you're too sore

at him, Wyatt.

You might k*ll him.

That's right.

No, sir.

Oh?

A lot of folks heard

Peshar rawhide you.

If you k*ll him,

folks are gonna say

it was a grudge fight.

You've been up

against a lot of men

as bad as Peshar

and only wounded 'em

or buffaloed 'em.

Well, this is

different.

Why is it different?

Because Peshar

really hates me.

The rest of them

were just

drunks or K*llers

paid to do a job.

Men in a corner,

like Ben Thompson.

I just can't risk

winging Peshar.

But he'll be the first

man you ever k*lled.

Well, there's always

gotta be a first.

Oh, no you're not.

It's my job.

It's not your job.

The fight's between

him and Mr. Earp.

No, it's my fight.

You can't do anything

with a g*n.

Mr. Earp's been

in fights.

He can take care

of Peshar.

You let him

handle this.

No...

A man must sh**t

his own tigers.

Well, you can't love

me and do this.

I love you very much.

Barney.

You seen Wyatt Earp?

No. Guess he's

over to the jail.

Do you want to see him?

Yeah.

Yeah, I want to see him.

Keep away from me.

Get out of range.

Mr. Evert,

stay out of this!

I don't want you, stupid.

I want Earp.

No, I'm your man.

I don't know the etiquette

of these things, Mr. Peshar,

but I advise you to

go for your g*n.

All right, I'll

take both of you!

Why'd you butt in?

Well, it's my job.

He's not dead, is he?

No.

Where'd you aim?

Shoulder shot.

You hit him

in the chest.

Why didn't you aim

for the heart?

Well, I-- I had

to spare his life.

He saved mine, you know.

All right, take him on over

to Doc Fabrique's office.

Give me your g*n.

Oh...

Of course.

There, there, dear.

[crying]

There's no need to

carry on, so--

[crying]

I told you, if we had

stayed in Chicago--

What if we'd stayed

in Chicago

and I'd married

Mr. Donaldson?

Stop it! Stop it!

Now, dear, if you had

just listened to me...

That English boy,

did he get hurt?

No, ma'am.

Oh, thank heaven.

There, you see, Cora?

Now everything's

going to be all right.

Oh, I begged

him not to go,

but he went anyway.

Mr. Evert's a fine man.

I think he saved

Mr. Peshar's life twice.

Saved his life twice?

Well, he didn't k*ll him,

and he kept me

from temptation.

Well, then, what did

happen to Mr. Peshar?

Well, he'll live, he got

shot in the chest.

Miss Cora,

I told you there were

an awful lot of Englishmen.

But I think you

oughtta stop looking.

Did you put

Rodney in jail?

Have you no shame?

A man who went out

to meet a desperado.

A man who might have

saved your life.

A man...

Rodney.

Oh, Rodney!

Oh, Mr. Earp,

you had him up your

sleeve all the time.

You know, he's so much

like that boy in Chicago.

Why, you know I don't think

that Mr. Donaldson...

♪ 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