♪♪ Hmm ♪
♪ Wyatt Earp,
Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame
and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may
his story be told ♪
♪ Hmm ♪♪
- When Marshal Wyatt Earp
moved on to Dodge City
after taming Wichita,
he found that Dodge was
a right mean little town.
The phrase "right
mean little town"
is frontier understatement.
Dodge City in
was tougher
than Ellsworth, Wichita, Hays
or Abilene at their worst.
Two months was a long time for
a marshal to last in Dodge.
In less than years,
bodies had been planted
in the town cemetery,
known as Boot Hill.
It was called Boot Hill
because its residents died
with their boots on.
The gamblers, the painted ladies
and the gunfighters of Dodge
were betting
that Mr. Wyatt Earp
would be the next
occupant of Boot Hill.
♪♪ There's many a gallant man ♪
♪ Struck down by
an outlaw's hand ♪
♪ Buried there on Boot Hill ♪
♪ And under the same blue sky ♪
♪ Both evil and good men lie ♪
♪ Side by side on Boot Hill ♪
♪ Once they shared
the earth with free men ♪
♪ But they learned
to hate and k*ll ♪
♪ Now they share the
earth with dead men ♪
♪ On Boot Hill ♪
♪ So, traveler, walk with care ♪
♪ Or you and those
boots you wear ♪
♪ May tomorrow be ♪
♪ In their company ♪
♪ Lyin' cold and still ♪
♪ On Boot Hill ♪♪
- "Al Treadway.
"k*lled by
Marshal William Rivers.
"No more rivers to cross."
- Oh, howdy!
- Howdy!
- Eh, you related
to the deceased?
- Oh no, I'm just,
uh, comin' into town.
Thought I'd stop by.
This is your, uh,
Boot Hill, huh?
- That's right, mister!
I'm Pete Bradshaw.
I'm a sexton.
I guess that's
what you call it,
but mostly I
just dig graves.
- You got a
funeral today, huh?
- Well, it ain't certain.
The boys told me
to get a grave ready.
They aim to k*ll
this new marshal
that's comin'
here, Wyatt Earp.
- Oh?
- Yeah. You see, they
chased Jack Allen--
that's the old
marshal-- out of town.
So George Hoover--
that's the mayor--
so George up and he hires
this Wyatt Earp by telegram.
Seems like this
here fella, Earp,
made a big reputation
in Wichita.
- Yeah.
- Yeah, I reckon this
is big enough for Earp.
- Well, it might be
a little bit longer.
- Oh, you know Earp?
- Mmm.
- How tall is he?
- Oh, he's about, uh...
Well, I'd say
just about my height.
- Well, uh, you'd run to
about, uh, ' "?
- Just about.
- Hmm!
Yeah, inches I'll have
to add onto this grave.
Sure glad you come
along, Mister--Mister--
- Earp.
- Yeah, Earp.
I'm-- Huh?
You jokin' with me?
- Well, I never joke in
cemeteries, Mr. Bradshaw.
- But--but you're
just a young fella.
You ain't hardly
more than a boy!
- Guess I kind
of aged fast.
[ Laughing ]
- Kind of put my foot
in it, didn't I?
- Don't worry
about it!
- You know what? Seein'
you're such a good sport,
I'm gonna give
you a tip.
- Oh?
- Don't walk down Front Street,
that's the main drag.
They'll be layin' for ya
along Front Street.
- They will, huh?
- Yeah. Hoover and the deputies
are holed up in the jail.
That's on the plaza.
So you go down one
of the side streets
and kind of sneak in the
backdoor of the jail.
That's my advice.
- Thank you, but
aren't you kind of
talkin' yourself
out of a good job?
- Hee! Well, if it ain't you
it'll be somebody else.
And this hole ain't
gonna run away!
[ Both laughing ]
Well, good luck,
Mr. Earp!
- Thank you,
Mr. Bradshaw.
And say, you might make that
about inches wider too.
I like a lot
of elbow room.
- Elbow!
[ Both laughing ]
- Who is it?
- Wyatt Earp.
I'd like to talk
to Mayor Hoover.
[ Bolt unlocking ]
- You're talking
to him.
[ g*nshots ]
You got here just in time.
That's the Big T outfit.
They've got
of my best men,
Tilghman and Bassett,
holed up in the depot.
Come on in, Mr. Earp.
- Thank you, sir, no.
- What?
- All I want right now
is my appointment as marshal
and the star that goes with it.
- Well, the telegram I
sent you was your appointment
and here's your star.
What's all the rush?
- I'm gonna take a little
walk down Front Street.
I understand the boys
are expectin' me,
and I'd hate to
disappoint 'em.
- What about Tilghman
and Bassett?
- Oh, that can wait
for a half hour or so.
Thank you, Mr. Mayor.
See you soon... I hope.
[ g*nshots ]
- Tall man with a star!
It must be Wyatt Earp!
- Alrighty!
- Wyatt Earp's
in town!
Wyatt Earp is here!
- Hey!
You Wyatt Earp?
- That's right.
Take care of
your friend!
[ Moaning ]
Stop moaning! You're
not hurt that bad!
Here, plug it up with that
and go see the Doc.
Hold it!
Go pick up your friends!
[ Door banging ]
[ Fighting ]
I don't like
bushwhackers!
Anybody else that doesn't
like the new marshal?
- Have a chair, Murray!
[ g*nshots ]
- Who done that?
- I did.
- He's Wyatt Earp,
all right.
Roustin' Front Street's
a waste of time!
Why don't you go
over to the depot?
There's a little w*r on!
- It'll keep.
[ g*nshots ]
- I've never seen anything
like that before!
It took a lot of nerve
walkin' Front Street alone.
- It was a little foolhardy,
Mr. Mayor, but I had to do it.
If I let those boys think
I was scared of 'em,
I might as well climb on
the first train out of here.
Hey, where are
all my deputies?
- They ran.
[ g*nshots ]
Wichita isn't
like this.
- It used to be.
- Not quite,
Mr. Earp.
Do you really know
what our position is
at the present time?
- Yeah, it's
a little awkward.
- We've got just
good men on our side,
Charlie Bassett
and Bill Tilghman.
And they're the sheriff
and the chief deputy,
not city peace officers.
- I've heard
of Bassett and Tilghman.
They're of the best!
- The Big T outfit's
been hurrahing Dodge
since last night.
They cornered Bill
and Charlie in the depot.
I don't know how much
longer they can hold out!
- I better get down there.
- No, they've got the place
surrounded by at least men!
- I'm just gonna
take a look around.
There's a job you
can do, Mr. Mayor.
You think you can find a couple
of good men in Dodge to help us?
- I don't know.
I doubt it!
- Oh, come on! Things
can't be that bad.
What about Dog Kelley
and Chalk Beeson?
- They run saloons,
Mr. Earp!
- Dog Kelley used to be a top
sergeant in the army.
You tell him I want
or special deputies.
- I hate to be
beholden to Kelley!
- Now look, Mr. Hoover,
I didn't take this job
to pass moral judgment
on men like Kelley.
When you got cowhands
on a stampede,
you don't appeal to the
Ladies' Aid Society for help.
You get tough men that
know how to handle a g*n.
- All right, Marshal,
I'll--I'll do what I can.
- Thanks.
I'll be back...
in minutes.
You have me
some deputies.
[ g*nshots ]
[ g*nshots ]
Bassett! Tilghman!
Hold your fire!
- Who was that fella?
- Wyatt Earp.
- What does he say?
- He says to hold on and
not try to make a run for it.
He says he'll be back in
minutes with enough help.
- Enough help! What's
he got, an army?
- He's a good man, Charlie.
I'm for takin' his word!
- Hey, Tilghman!
Bassett!
Come out with
your hands up!
Come out or we'll
fire the depot!
- How many cartridges
you got left?
- A couple of dozen.
- They won't
last minutes.
- All right,
get the torches!
- Listen, Kelley, Earp says
it'll take only or good men.
He's sure he can handle
it with that many.
- Earp must've let his
head swell in Wichita.
- He calmed down
Front Street, didn't he?
- Front Street ain't
the Big T outfit.
Earp's got nerve, but
he lacks judgment. I did--
- Mr. Kelley won't throw
in with us, Marshal.
- Oh?
I thought you had an honorable
discharge from the army,
Master Sergeant Kelley.
- Now, don't you try to
shame me into bein' a hero!
I'm too old for that.
- I see that now.
- Oh, you do?
- But I haven't got any
time to argue with ya.
Are ya gonna give
me those men?
- No.
- You got a right handsome
place here, Mr. Kelley.
- It cost me a few thousand
just to furnish the bar.
I got some more stuff
comin' from the East.
- Oh, that's too bad.
When that
Big T outfit
gets done killin'
Bassett and Tilghman,
they'll start shootin'
up Front Street.
Your place oughta be
about first in line.
Yeah, they'll sure
like those lamps.
- Hey!
- And then I think they'd
go for the mirror.
- No, no!
Wait a minute!
- All right.
You're gonna get me those men
and sticks of dynamite.
- How soon
you want 'em?
- Five minutes,
over at the jail.
All right, there's
no sense tryin' to knock
those Big T's
out of their ambush.
We haven't got enough men,
and it'd take too long.
- All right, how'd you
do it in Wichita?
- Well, I'll tell ya,
Mr. Kelley,
in Wichita we never
let things get this bad.
Everybody there was right
proud of their town.
- Yeah? I got the best
saloon in Kansas.
- Are you gonna brag
about your saloon
or are you gonna
listen to my plan?
- Go ahead.
- I noticed the cattle
pens behind the depot
had a lot of
steers in 'em.
Who owns 'em?
- Big T.
- That's good. We'll
dynamite the pens.
- Dynamite the pens!
- That's right! It's the only
way to run out the Big T's.
They'll be so busy
chasin' steers,
they'll stop shootin'
at Tilghman and Bassett.
- All right, but let me warn
'em what we aim to do first.
Those boys are
my customers!
- Mr. Kelley,
I don't care
anything about
your saloon trade.
They're shootin'
at peace officers.
Now, are you with me
or do I go in there alone?
- Earp, you're the most
violent peace officer
I ever met in my life!
But we're with you.
- Good! All right, all of you
grab a couple of bundles!
- Bassett!
Tilghman!
Come on out with
your hands up!
- How many
we got left?
[ g*nshots ]
- Just a piece,
Charlie!
- Earp's not comin'.
Let's go out and make
these shots count!
- Come out or we'll
fire the depot!
All right,
get the torches!
- All right, you three
take the north side.
You two come with me!
You know what to do!
Let's go!
- Cover us!
[ Loud explosions ]
They're dynamitin'
the pen!
- They're dynamitin'
the pen!
- Come on, they're
dynamitin' the pen!
- They're dynamitin'
the pen, come on!
[ Explosions ]
[ Men shouting ]
- Bassett! Tilghman!
It's Earp!
Don't worry about
the Big T's.
They're out
chasin' steers.
- I'm Sheriff Bassett.
This is my deputy,
Bill Tilghman.
- Howdy!
- We're sure glad
to see you!
- You saved
our hides,
but you didn't make things
too good for the town.
- How's that?
- Bill means the
Big T ain't gonna like
chasin' their stock
all over the country.
That was a right
smart stunt,
and we'll take
what's comin'. Right, Bill?
- Got no choice.
- Bein' as I'm a stranger
here, what is comin'?
- They'll tree old Dodge
and burn it to the ground.
- Oh, don't
discourage the Marshal.
Maybe they'll be satisfied
with just killin' the of us.
Come on, Mr. Earp,
that jail of ours'll be
the best place
to make a stand.
- Mr. Mayor, I think
this is all wrong!
- All wrong?
- When you hired me
as marshal,
I took for granted
this was a town.
- It is!
- It's like a small fort
in Apache country.
We're holed up while
the Big T's make up their mind
whether we live or die!
- I told you they
wouldn't like it!
Us dynamitin'
the cattle pens!
- What do we care? They're
a bunch of lawless hoodlums!
- Easy now, Wyatt.
- We're either the law
or we're nothin'!
- But there's only
so much we can do.
Sure, I'm the
Sheriff of Ford County
and you're the
Marshal at Dodge.
- And that'll be carved
on the head markers.
- You keep out
of this, Bill.
This fella's
from Wichita,
where it's been
civilized for quite a spell.
How old do you
think Dodge City is?
- Eleven or years,
how do I know?
- Four. In , it was
nothin' but a tent camp
and a few sod huts.
- You can't make a city
in years, Wyatt.
- And you can't go against
an outfit like the Big T
with a handful of g*ns.
They outsmarted
Bill and me.
We went to the pens to
check on rustled steers,
and before we knew it they had
Winchesters and Colts on us.
- I warned them!
- A cattle outfit like
that is just a mob.
Who heads up
the Big T?
- Gus Andrews, wouldn't
you say, Bill?
- He's their foreman
and top g*n.
- How good is he?
- Fast!
- Planted
in Boot Hill!
- He's got a lot of
extra help now, Wyatt.
- Hey, Kelley!
And Hoover!
I wanna talk to ya!
Come on out here!
Gus Andrews is
plenty sore at you!
- Is that so?
- Yeah, he says you gotta pay
$ a head for steers.
Also, he wants those pens
rebuilt by noon tomorrow.
- Hold it!
- Yes, sonny?
- Gus Andrews isn't givin'
any orders to Mayor Hoover.
You go tell Mr. Andrews that I
want him for incitin' a riot
and for shootin'
at peace officers.
- Whoa, now!
- Shut up!
You tell Mr. Andrews
to ride into Dodge alone
and give himself up.
If he's not here by sundown,
I'm comin' after him.
You understand?
- Don't make
me laugh!
- You still laughin'?
- No, sir!
- Then you get on your horse
and tell Andrews what I said!
- They got a grave
waitin' for you, Earp!
- Yeah? Well,
send flowers!
I reckon Mr. Andrews
isn't comin' into town.
So where can
I find him?
- Huh?
- Where can I find
Mr. Andrews?
- I know but I don't
aim to tell ya.
- Charlie's tryin'
to save your life.
- I'll ask around.
Somebody oughta know where
I can find the Big T outfit.
- Don't you know it's suicide
ridin' into the Big T outfit?
- Maybe.
- Bill, you
talk to him.
- No business of mine.
Come on, it's your move!
- You made a reputation
for yourself
in Wichita
and Ellsworth.
What good's
that gonna do ya
if ya wind up
on Boot Hill?
- Well, I'll tell ya,
Mr. Bassett,
I learned something
in those towns.
A mob isn't men,
men or men.
It's one man: its leader.
In this case, it's Gus Andrews.
That's why I'm
goin' after him.
Now, you can
do me a big favor.
Does Andrews have
a high or a low forehead?
- High.
- What brand of Stetson
does he wear?
- Pride of Texas,
like all of Big T.
- Two-inch sweatband, huh?
Thank you, sir.
A pleasure meetin'
ya, Mr. Tilghman.
- I'll be at
your funeral!
That bigheaded
Yankee showoff!
- You goin' along?
- Yeah...
- If that Earp
gets me k*lled,
I hope somebody
explains to my wife!
- Where do they
think they're going?
- After Gus Andrews.
- We oughta stop them.
- No.
Earp, Bassett
and Tilghman.
Now, there's a sight
you maybe won't see again
in your lifetime.
The greatest peace
officers who ever lived.
- We didn't have
much trouble.
- What year
was that?
- I don't know.
- Which one of you
is Gus Andrews?
- I am.
- I sent word for you
to come into town.
Did you get the message?
- Sure, I got
your message,
but I figured you'd
drop by for my answer.
- The rest of ya
drop your g*n belts!
I don't wanna have to dig
any further into Boot Hill.
I said drop 'em!
Give me a hand with Gus.
The other two are dead.
- What about Gus?
- He'll live. He's
just got a hurt head.
Come on!
Give us a hand!
Good morning,
Mr. Bradshaw.
- Earp! I thought
this was for you--
- I'm sorry to
disappoint you,
but we had a little
change in plans.
- I just got word
to dig another.
Who are these two for?
- I don't know.
Sheriff Bassett
and Deputy Tilghman
are gettin' the names and
they're makin' the arrangements.
- Was you in the fight?
- Mmm-hmm.
- Well, how come
you missed?
- Just lucky, I guess.
You know, one of
these days
we're gonna have to close
this Boot Hill section.
- Close it? Why?
- It's given Dodge City
a pretty bad reputation.
And anyway as
the new marshal,
I don't think I could give
you too much business.
- Hmm! You must be a pretty
poor hand with a g*n!
- I guess you're right.
I always do manage
to miss somehow.
♪♪ 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 ♪
♪ Hmm ♪♪
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