01x27 - The Necktie Party

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♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp

♪ Brave, courageous,

and bold ♪

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[Narrator] As the gypsies

have roamed dailyin

lands through the ages,

so they ventured early

to our Western frontier,

for the West was

horse country,

and the gypsies

were horse traders

and sometimes

horse thieves.

The day came when Wyatt Earp

had to decide which.

[Man]

I don't come all the way

to town unless it's important.

You know that, Bud.

[Second man]

Another good horse

disappeared last night.

It belonged to

George Irons here.

Tell him what

happened, George.

I sent the horse

into town

after supper

with my wrangler Casey.

He stopped

to light a cigar,

and a man wearing a mask

clubbed him.

When I come to,

the horse was gone.

That's the seventh

good animal that's been

stole this fall.

Now, George and I called

you men together

to decide what we're

gonna do about it.

What about the law, Bud?

We're paying this

Marshal Earp pretty good.

This marshal ain't

located one of your

stolen horses.

When there wasn't any law

at all in this country,

we knew how to handle

horse thieving.

[Bud]

And I'm one who

ain't forgotten.

Do you have any idea

who's responsible?

Sure. Casey found this at

the West Fork last night.

That's the mask

the rustler wore.

It's a cheap bandana

dyed black.

I dipped it in

some boiling water

and soaked some of

the dye out.

Here,

take a look at it.

Purple and green

around the edges.

[Bud]

Now, where do

you see folks

wearing purple

and green around here?

[George]

Those gypsy women

out at Cassan's camp.

[Bud]

Seems like we ought to

go out to Cassan's camp

and have a look around,

don't it?

If George Irons'

horse is out there,

we might just knot

this around some

gypsy's neck.

That ought to take care

of horse rustling around

Wichita for a while.

That was our idea in

calling these men together,

wasn't it, George?

That was our idea.

[Bud]

All right. Let's go

out to the corral

and get our horses.

Morning, Mr. Irons,

Mr. Creel.

Morning, boy.

Morning, Marshal.

You riding out

somewhere?

Is that any of your

business, Earp?

I hope it isn't.

Well, it ain't,

so get off my corral gate.

Now look, I know

where you're headed

and why you're

headed there.

I'm gonna ask you to

cool off and think it over.

You aiming to stop us?

Yep.

You hired out to handle

horse thieving,

among other things

around Wichita.

You haven't done it.

So?

So maybe we can

handle it better.

Like stringing up

a gypsy?

Yeah...

if he's the one

that slugged Casey

and stole George Irons'

horse last night.

Well, that would be

m*rder, Mr. Creel,

the way you're gonna

go about it.

Even if we can

prove he stole

my horse?

Well, you prove it to me,

and I'll put him in jail.

Then you gotta prove it

to the judge.

That's the law.

And this is my corral,

and we're coming in

to get our horses.

I shouldn't wonder

you could do it,

there's enough of you.

But how many

will there be

when you get on

the other side

of this gate?

You can't bluff me, Earp.

I'm not trying to

bluff you, Mr. Creel.

I'm just asking you

to stop and think

whether any horse

you ever rode

is worth a hole

in your shirt.

Or one in yours,

Mr. Irons.

Your family can get

along a lot better

without that horse

than it can

without you.

Are we gonna let him

buffalo us?

Mr. Casey, you want

to be the first one

through the gate?

I ain't gonna let no young

squirt back me down.

Put up that g*n.

Give me an even draw.

All right.

Go ahead.

Take him over to

Dr. Briggs' office.

I'm gonna ride out

to the gypsy camp

and see if they got

any strange horses

in their string.

All right, Marshal.

We'll try it your way

just once more.

I'd advise you to

get rid of those g*ns.

They're a heavy drag

on the ribs.

Cassan.

Hello, Marshal.

Morning, Cassan, Anna.

Good morning,

Mr. Earp.

Would you like

some coffee?

Didn't come for

coffee, thanks.

I'd like to talk.

It's not very much

like the old buffalo

hunting days, is it?

Not much.

Married life kinda

settles a man.

Did you come here

to talk to me about

married life?

No. As a matter of fact,

I'm--

I'm in a little trouble.

I hope I can

help you as you have

often helped me.

I think you can.

How?

Well, by answering

some questions.

Another horse was

stolen last night,

right on the edge of town.

I know. A roan off of

George Irons' ranch.

How do you know about it?

We have ways

of knowing things.

There is no roan horse

on this ranch.

You can look around

if you like.

No, I've already looked.

Cassan,

what do you, uh--

what do you know about

these wagon families

living on your land?

You know I don't discuss

the affairs of my people.

They're not really

your people.

Since you married

a wife from Ohio

and homesteaded this land,

you haven't been

riding with the wagons.

I respect the customs.

Well,

we've got an old custom

in this part of the country

for horse stealing

called hanging.

I don't respect it.

But if the rustling

keeps up, I, uh,

don't know what

I can do about it.

We did not steal

that horse last night.

What about the other six horses

that disappeared lately?

No.

Do you give me your word

as a friend or a gypsy?

A friend.

All right.

But the ranchers

think differently.

The found this mask on

the West Fork Road last night

near where

the horse was stolen.

Gypsies don't need masks

to steal horses.

That proves

we did not do it.

It's an old trick,

Marshal.

Someone tried to throw

suspicion on us.

Suspicion, my eye.

They can use this as

evidence against you.

You would have

had a g*ng of visitors

carrying g*ns and ropes

if I hadn't stopped them.

In a gypsy camp,

every g*n in

every wagon is loaded.

Cassan, whether you're

my friend or not,

you don't want to pitch

battle against the ranchers.

They'd k*ll

half your people.

I thank you

for preventing it.

Look, will you help me

find out what's happening

to these horses?

No. I don't dare.

I'll back you up.

I'll make you

my special deputy.

Don't you understand?

The law is an enemy

that hounded the gypsies

in every land.

I cannot work with the law.

It is forbidden.

You mean your own people

would dry-gulch you?

Take your choice.

Here he comes.

All right, Marshal,

did you turn up

my horse?

Cassan said he didn't

steal any horses.

We know all about

you and Cassan, Earp.

He's an honest man,

You back

the gypsies,

and we go on

losing horses,

is that it?

No. But since we don't

know where to go

to find the rustlers,

maybe we can bring

the rustlers to us.

Try staking out

a couple of good animals.

Decoys, eh?

That's right.

Close by town where I can

keep my eye on them.

It might work.

Nothing else has.

Mr. Irons, will you

lend me a couple of

your horses for the job?

Why two and why mine?

Because you raise

the best stock in Kansas,

and because we gotta

stake out something

the rustlers can't

resist stealing.

And the marshal's

office is going to be

watching them?

Yep.

Then you better use

somebody else's horses.

Hold it. I don't think

you meant that, did you?

I don't think you meant

that I'm in on any deal

that might lose you

your horses.

I don't recall saying

you were in on it, Earp.

But I do know valuable

stocks been disappearing

right under your nose.

Make you feel any better

if I appoint you special

deputy for the job?

I've got a ranch

to run, Earp.

What about your

wrangler Casey?

He's been with you

for over nine years.

You ought to trust him.

Casey, you heard

the Marshal's

proposition.

Wanna work with him

a couple of days?

Sure. Why not?

I may get a crack at

whoever slugged me.

All right.

Now, it's to you men's interest

to keep this quiet.

So keep it

among yourselves.

All right.

Casey.

See anything

on the road in?

Jackrabbits.

Nothing moving

around here.

That's where he was, Wyatt,

hiding under that bridge,

the man in the mask

that slugged me.

We've been staked out

here since about dark

waiting for him.

They're playing this one

close to the vest.

Casey, you turn

the horse loose in

that field over there.

I know.

Irons told me.

Had anything to eat?

No.

Well, I'll give you

some dinner.

Go ahead.

Thank you.

[whistling]

It's Bud Creel.

Come on in.

Any sign of him?

No.

The Dutchman wants you

in town, Earp.

Some cowhands are getting

glued in his place.

You want to watch

with Casey?

I don't need nobody.

I'll watch till

my night stage goes out,

just after midnight.

I'll be by later, Casey.

It's Casey.

He's dead.

They got your

horses, too, George.

Yeah, and where's

that marshal?

Forget the marshal.

Let's trail those horses.

How'd you mark

their shoes?

We didn't.

Casey took their shoes off

so whoever stole them

couldn't ride off fast.

It'll be easy

to track them barefoot.

Come on.

Look at those tracks.

They had them tied

out here.

Look at these.

They lead right into

Cassan's camp.

Bud. There he is,

the roan.

Right out in the open.

Why, those gypsies--

Take it easy, George.

There's a dozen g*ns

in that camp.

Hadn't we better

go back to town

and raise some riders?

You can do

anything you like,

but that's

my roan horse.

Him and me go back

to town together.

Giddy-up.

Don't go near that horse

or we'll have trouble.

You two go on

back to town.

What are you doing here?

Earning my wages.

I found Casey dead

about an hour ago.

I tracked your horse

to Cassan's waterhole.

The horse was brought

here before dawn

by someone trying

to make it appear

that we had stolen it.

I wouldn't talk

too much, Cassan.

What you say can be

used against you.

Or against you, Earp.

Yeah. What about George's

other horse, Marshal?

I wouldn't

know about that.

But right now,

if I were you two,

I wouldn't pick

a private fight.

Take a good look

around you.

Do they think they can

take my horse--

Hold it!

They think Cassan's

being framed by the law.

Cassan, tell your people

that I'm not gonna frame you,

that I'm your friend.

And tell them

if they g*n us,

half of Wichita

will be out here

on the run.

They'll sh**t 'em

like sheep,

burn their wagons.

Shut up, Creel!

Cassan, tell your people

that you're going into town

as my prisoner because

I promised you justice.

Tell them they've gotta

back my play.

Because with that horse

being found on your camp,

if you don't

go in town with me,

I can't keep you

from a lynching.

[speaking Spanish]

All right, you two

go on into town.

We'll be right behind you.

Hyah.

Get your things.

Cassan, trust me.

It's the only way.

[knock on door]

Who is it?

Anna Cassan.

Sit down.

[window shatters]

You took a big chance

coming here tonight.

Gypsies aren't too popular.

I thought the town

was asleep.

Well, the town's not gonna

be sleeping on this one.

Anna, I'm sorry.

I can't let you

see Cassan.

Oh, I understand.

I had to bring him

his supper.

He'll only eat

gypsy food.

Yeah, I know.

I told him if he'd

just starve to death,

it might save us

a lot of trouble.

Why, this isn't a joke,

Mr. Earp.

I came here

for something else.

I had to warn you.

About what?

Some of the ranchers

are planning

to break into jail

and take Cassan.

You know that? How?

I-- I can't tell you.

Well, how can I believe you?

When a gypsy woman reads

the ranch wives' fortunes,

she learns a lot more

than she tells.

You've got to stop them,

Mr. Earp.

On my word, the gypsies

didn't steal those horses.

Cassan is innocent.

Well, you're his wife.

You'd say that.

It's true.

You know he's not

a horse thief.

You're his friend.

You can't let them

hang him.

Now look, Anna,

there's only one of me.

There'll be a hundred of

those jug-crazy cowhands.

If they start here, I don't

know if I can stop them.

The rancher's wives

thought it might

be tonight.

The necktie party?

I better sleep here

in the jail, then.

Why, you'd give

your life for him,

wouldn't you, Mr. Earp?

Look, Anna, if you wanna

save your husband,

you better get your people

to try and find out who

stole those horses.

We'll try to find them.

And tell them

this much for me:

They're not doing

the law a favor.

Cassan's their blood.

It's him they're helping.

You better go on home.

Take the alley. I think

you'll be all right.

I can't go with you.

Thank you, Mr. Earp.

Good night, Anna.

Wyatt. Things are kinda

piling up on you.

Uh-huh.

They're really piling up.

They say they'll force

your resignation

if Cassan doesn't hang

or if one more

horse is stolen.

Well, one more horse

has been stolen.

What?

A roan belonging

to George Irons,

the evidence against Cassan.

But that horse was

in your custody,

locked in

your stable.

I know it. Last night, when

while I was on guard duty,

somebody pried

the steel bar off the stable,

and the roan's gone.

Where were your

deputies?

I only had

two of them yesterday.

Listen, I'll serve, Wyatt,

if you wanna swear me in.

No.

One g*n more or less

wouldn't make any difference

if they come

for Cassan tonight.

You think they'll try?

Yeah.

I guess they'll be here

sometime this afternoon

asking

for my resignation

for not being able to stop

somebody from stealing a horse

that was placed

in my custody,

and I can't say

I blame them.

Well, I can.

No. All they know is that

they were brought up

believing that the only way

to stop horse stealing

was to hang some man.

[g*nshots]

They're breaking windows,

trying to decoy me outside.

Don't worry.

I won't leave the jail.

I can pick up glass

off the streets, but not blood.

[knock on door]

Get away

from that window.

[knocking]

[g*nshots continue]

Open up!

[knocking]

Who's there?

It's me, Murdoch.

You're wanted over

at Doctor Briggs'.

You know I can't

leave here.

It's Cassan's wife.

She's hurt.

Some drunken cowhand

turned over her wagon.

She says she's gotta

talk to you.

You stay here.

Lock the door

behind me.

He's leaving the jail.

Keep your eyes on him.

I'll report to Bud Creole.

Go around the back.

Your men are getting

liquored up all over town.

We can't hold them

much longer,

Earp or no Earp.

Bud, Earp just

left the jail.

Which was is he heading?

I don't know, but they're

watching him on every corner.

All your men are waiting

for is a signal.

Let's give it to them.

Marshal went into

Dr. Briggs' office

and came right out.

He's walking down the street

and headed this way.

Well. Boys, I believe

Earp's come to his senses,

coming down here

to make a deal.

Jinks, if he steps inside,

bolt the door behind him.

I'll go out back

and lock my stable door.

Then we'll have him boxed

while the hands go

to work on the jail.

The welcome committee,

huh?

Every man

that lost a horse.

Well, that's good.

Except Bud Creel.

Where's he?

Just back

in the stables.

He'll be right in.

Maybe I better

talk to him there.

Alone.

I'd stay out of it

if I were you.

Well, Mr. Earp.

So you're quitting on

your gypsy partner.

No, not just yet.

What'd you come

down here for,

resign or

make a deal?

I came down here

to get George Irons' horse.

You mean the one

someone stole

right out of your

own stable last night.

You stole that horse,

Mr. Creel.

Me?

That's right, you.

Only you haven't had time

to run him out of town yet.

Ha!

He's accusing me of

rustling those horses.

That's right.

You hid them out

here in this stable

until your

night stage left.

Then your drivers

ran him south.

That's how all your

stock has been

disappearing, gentlemen.

Right down the open trail.

And Mr. Creel's

stage man.

At night

and under harness

when nobody'd even think

to look for a stolen horse.

You got no proof

of that, Earp.

I guess you'll be

surprised to know

I got it from the gypsies.

From the gypsies?

That's right.

Last night, they spotted

your two stolen horses

at Creel's first

relay station south.

I just got the word.

And you'll take the word

of a lying gypsy?

That's no proof.

The proof's right

under our nose...

only we couldn't see it.

Somebody get his g*n.

There's your roan,

Mr. Irons.

He k*lled Casey,

then he sent those

two horses of yours

out of town

pulling the night stage.

Then he planted

the roan horse

at the gypsy camp

where we found it.

The game was going

so good,

he got a little

greedy last night.

He had to steal it

back from you.

And he was holding it

in this blind stall

for his late-stage

run tonight.

That's right.

He figured tonight

would be an easy one,

with the whole town

busy hanging a gypsy.

You men

give me a hand.

We'll take him over

to Dr. Briggs.

Then to jail,

Mr. Creel.

[mob outside chattering]

What's happened?

I got a more

important customer.

I gotta turn you out.

You are not quitting

on me, are you, Marshal?

What about that

mob outside?

Anna cleared you, Cassan.

She's waiting inside.

Go on, get in there.

[locks door]

Yeah, what about

that mob outside, Earp?

They're liquored up,

and they're carrying

the rope.

You ought to know.

You gave it to them.

Yeah, listen.

They're sure hankering

for a horse thief.

Uh....

you're not gonna

let them come in and

get me, are you, Earp?

No. That'd still be

m*rder, Mr. Creel.

What are you

gonna do?

I guess I'll just have to

sleep another night in jail.

Good night.

♪ [humming]

♪ 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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