The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp (1955–1961): Season 1, Episode 7 - The Gambler - full transcript
While Earp is loading his cartridges with copper jacked bullets which do less damage, saloon hostess Melinda Carey confides to Earp that Dick Bennett cheated young southerner Billy Joe Omahadro out of $8500 with his crooked games. Billy Joe is threatening to kill Bennett. Earp gathers some additional funds from southerners who hate Bennett which he marks and gives to Billy Joe to trap Bennett cheating. The plan works such that Earp recovers all of the lost money for the men and Billy Joe. Billy Joe is returning home but he wants to thank Melinda and possibly marry her. Against Earp's suggestion he visits Melinda to say goodbye with a promise to return. Bennett determines Melinda informed on him so he confronts her. He fires her and tells her he will ruin her plans with Billy Joe by telling what she does for a living. She pulls a gun and shots Bennett in the back after he leaves. The doctor digs a copper jacketed bullet out of the wounded Bennett. Earp is forced to give up his badge until his trial is over. He thinks Melinda did it and at the trial she confesses.
♪ 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,
in his first few months as Marshal of Wichita, Kansas,
had done many things.
And now he was faced with a recurring problem
of the crooked gambling houses and their untiring effort
to separate the cowboy from his money.
Reloading cartridges?
Mm-hmm.
City gives you all the factory loads you ask for.
They don't have this new type bullet.
Made of copper?
Copper-jacketed.
What's the idea, Marshal?
Well, there are a lot more accurate than the lead kind.
They don't smash a man up so bad.
That's the whole idea of a .45.
Smash a man up and drop him in his tracks,
ain't it?
That's not my idea.
All I want to do
is discourage 'em from shooting.
And these'll do it.
Mr. Marshal Earp?
Yes'm?
Is it true what they say?
That you're a durn Yankee?
Who says that?
Mr. Billy Joe Omohondro told me.
Billy Joe's in bad trouble.
I don't suppose you'd help a Southern boy.
Are you poking fun at me?
Uh, Mr. Leggett, would you please go check the jail?
Yes, Marshal.
I'd, uh, help a Southern boy
just as soon as I'd help anybody else, ma'am.
Please sit down.
Thank you.
Now, what's your problem?
My name is Miss Melinda Carey
and I work at the Palace on Main Street.
What do you do there?
The boys like me and when they gamble,
they give me part of their winnings
for my hope chest.
In other words, you're a shill, huh?
I am not! I'm a hostess.
What I want to talk to you about...
Well, let's not discuss it here.
We'll go over to my office.
Well, then, let me get this straight.
You say that Billy Joe sold $8,500 worth of cattle
and then he lost all of that gambling at the Palace.
Is that right? In a crooked game.
And most of that money didn't belong to Billy Joe?
No, sir. Most to his family.
Now Billy Joe says he can't go home in such a disgrace.
He says he's gonna shoot Mr. Dave Bennett
for cheating him and... and then shoot himself.
And, uh, you wouldn't want that, would you?
I don't care if he does shoot Mr. Dave Bennett.
But us folks take suicide very serious.
It's dishonorable.
And I am fond of Billy Joe, Mr. Earp.
Well, uh, wasn't it you that shilled Billy Joe into that crooked game?
No, sir! I warned him against it.
I don't shill Southern boys.
Oh.
Just "durn Yankees," huh?
Well...
Well, uh, I guess I better talk to him.
I'm, uh, acquainted with Mr. Bennett.
If he's running a crooked gambling place,
I guess I should know about it.
Now, where can I find Billy Joe?
He's got a room at the Texas Hotel.
You better hurry before he...
Now, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it.
Come on.
Who is it?
Wyatt Earp.
You Mr. Billy Joe Omohondro?
Yes, sir.
Miss Melinda tells me you had a little money trouble
down at the Palace Saloon,
and doesn't think you ought to gun Mr. Bennett.
Why would you care?
Oh, 'cause you might botch up the job
and get yourself all hurt.
Just one less Southerner.
You'd be mighty pleased.
I'll tell you, Mr. Omohondro,
you're just about the age of my younger brother, Morgan.
I don't care whether you're from the North, East, West or South.
But I do care about crooked gamblers
cheating young fellas like you out of your money.
Now, I'm not a friend of Mr. Bennett's.
Oh?
Oh, he tried to run me out of town.
I had to crack him over the head a couple times.
Good Yank!
I'm sorry, Mr. Earp.
That's mine.
I had me some new models like your'un,
but when Bennett cleaned me out, he...
You don't care.
You just came here to make small of me.
Now, look, I don't want to have to fight the Civil War
all over again just for you.
Now, do you want your money back or don't you?
Yes, sir, I want it back.
All right.
You think there might be some Southern gentlemen
in the bar downstairs?
I reckon. Yes, sir.
Let's go have a talk with them.
Thank you, Joe.
Well, here's our share, Mr. Earp.
$960.
Well, thank you, gentlemen, for the loan.
I'll just mark this money,
and then Mr. Omohondro and I
will push along over to the Palace Saloon
and prove that Mr. Bennett was cheating.
Just one thing worries me, Earp.
I can guess what it is.
I'm a Yankee, huh?
Well, do any of you remember who threatened to resign
from the United States Army when the carpetbaggers
wanted try Lee and Davis for treason?
Well, Grant and Sherman.
That's right.
So, uh, let's have peace, you all.
All right. Let's play some cards.
Hope for the best.
10 on the odd.
5 on 13.
And 5 on the red.
All bets down.
Let her go.
22 black, even.
Mr. Bennett! Mr. Bennett!
It's an old trick.
This brake stops the wheel.
It's hooked up to a push button on the floor.
What's the trouble, Earp?
You.
You want to explain this here or in your office?
Explain? Are you suggesting...
I'm not suggesting. I'm telling.
Leave it alone!
Put it on the table.
I want your cash box.
Give it to him.
My office, if you don't mind.
All right.
$960. All marked money.
All right, Mr. Bennett,
I want $8,500 more.
You and the kid are framing me!
Now get the money.
Excuse me.
Billy Joe,
here's your $8,500.
Gentlemen, here's the $960 you contributed.
Thank you, sir.
I sure do thank you kindly, Mr. Earp.
May we apologize for saying you favor Yankees?
Thank you, sir.
You run back to the hotel.
I'll join you in a little while.
Yes, sir. But I... Go on.
Do you need any help?
I think Mr. Bennett's had enough trouble.
I still say you framed me.
Well, don't say it again.
I'm giving you a break, Bennett.
If I hear any more complaints from this place,
I'm gonna close it and you're gonna leave town.
Gentlemen.
Who tipped Earp off?
One of the shill girls?
None of 'em would do that.
Let me see who was shilling the kid.
Give me the chip box.
What was the name of the Southern girl?
Melinda.
The yellow chips belong to Melinda
and Billy Joe was playing with yellow chips.
I'll check on Melinda.
Come in.
Hi, Mr. Earp. Hi.
Heading for home, huh?
Yes, sir.
But I...
Well, what if Bennett finds out Miss Melinda
talked to you?
Well, he won't if you just leave town
and don't see her again.
Yes, I know.
But it wldn't be gentlemanly.
Sit down, Mr. Omohondro.
I want you to do me a favor.
To begin with, are you in love with Miss Melinda?
No, sir.
Well, that is,
I haven't declared any serious intentions.
I-I'd have to ask my folks.
Now you think your family's gonna like the idea
of you marrying a girl that works in the saloon and a gambling hall?
No, sir. Don't reckon they would.
But I've got to do the right thing, Mr. Earp.
I can't hardly just ride out of town
if Miss Melinda's in trouble on account of me,
now can I?
For her sake, it might be the smartest move to make.
But what will she think of me?
My leaving town without even saying "Bye"?
Now, why don't you just write her a little note
and leave it in the office downstairs
and I'll see that she gets it.
Well, if you think that's the best way
to keep her out of trouble.
I do.
Hope you have a good ride.
And by the way,
if you're gonna be packing a gun,
you better get yourself a new model Colt.
Thing's liable to blow up in your hand.
Who is it?
Billy Joe, ma'am.
You shouldn't!
It's compromising.
I know, Miss Melinda.
But I just couldn't leave town
without thanking you personally.
Well, you are very sweet.
I was just reading your note.
Mr. Earp gave it to me not ten minutes ago.
Yes'm.
I broke a promise.
Sure hope you won't tell Mr. Earp I came here.
Of course not.
He doesn't understand us folks from the South.
I bought me some new guns.
Colt .45s.
If you feel you're in any danger, I'll...
Danger. You talk like Mr. Earp.
"Under no circumstances
"should you admit to Dave Bennett
that you tipped me off."
Oh, dear. You men.
Guns and danger and solemn faces.
How come you're so brave?
Fiddlesticks.
Mr. Dave Bennett is a Yankee crook and a coward.
Would any Southern man let Mr. Earp
pull his roulette table to pieces
and call him a cheat in public?
I declare, honey,
you do try a girl's patience
talking of gunfighting and doing away with yourself.
I-I'm...
Look what you've done.
Miss Melinda,
will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
No matter what your mama thinks about it?
No matter what anybody thinks.
Well, you are awful sweet, Billy Joe.
Still and all,
I'm not rushing into an important thing like this.
Yes, you are.
I'm riding straight home and tell the family.
Please, Billy Joe.
I'll be waiting.
Five days it'll take me. That's all.
Five days.
Who is it?
Dave Bennett.
Go away.
It wouldn't sound good if I had to kick this door in.
I'll let you in.
Now say what you have to say and get out.
You're fired. All right.
And don't think you're gonna marry this Southern boy.
I'll pin a label on you and it'll cost you a husband.
If you dare to tell him!
You can pack your clothes and move on to Dodge.
You're through in Wichita.
I've been hunting a good cadaver
to send to the medical school for weeks and weeks.
So what do you keep bringing me?
Patients like this.
Not serious, huh?
Not a chance he'll make a die of it.
Wyatt. Hmm?
Joe Quack will let me bleed to death
if you don't watch him.
Quack, am I?
Hey, take it easy, Doc.
Tin horn, cold-decking gambler like him.
Talking about quacks!
I think he fainted.
Good.
Keep his mouth shut.
Helps relax the deltoid muscles.
Hey. The dang bullet went all the way through
and lodged against the left clavicle.
Have to turn him over on his back.
Easy now.
No. It bounced off the clavicle
and is lodged right under the skin.
See the lump?
You gonna take it out?
I don't know.
I ought to leave it in
and let the ornery cuss suffer a lot of pain.
But... I'm a doctor.
I never saw one like this.
Copper-jacketed, ain't it?
Copper-jacketed? Let me see that.
Gold colored.
You awake?
Why don't you faint again?
Wyatt's got a belt full of bullets just like that.
Go on, explain it, Earp.
Sure, Bennett, I gunned ya.
In the back? Oh, you're kidding.
Very funny.
By the time Earp gets through covering his tracks,
this town'll be full of copper-jackets.
I don't think so.
I've got the only ones like these.
Give 'em here.
Dave's been trying to get something on you for weeks.
I'll plant this thing so deep in his gizzard that...
No, Doc!
But thanks for the offer.
Give me the bullet.
You gonna accuse me of gunning you?
Just as soon as I can get to the courtroom.
And now, Marshal Earp,
there's just one point in this affair
which we don't seem to have covered.
Where were you at about 2 a.m.
on the night of the shooting?
Well, I was just turning into the alley,
making my regular rounds.
And how far were you from the rear
of Mr. Bennett's establishment when this shot was fired?
About 40 yards, I'd say.
You didn't see the shot fired
or who fired it?
I heard the shot, sir.
But I didn't see who fired it. I...
There wasn't anybody in the alley at the time,
except Mr. Bennett.
I saw him stagger and fall and I ran over to him...
One moment.
Did Mr. Bennett say anything that would lead you to believe
he knew who his assailant was?
No, Your Honor. Hmm.
Mr. Bennett has made a grave charge against you, Marshal Earp.
The evidence is entirely circumstantial.
But the court has no choice
but to relieve you of your duties,
pending a full inquiry.
Court is adjourned.
You didn't gun Bennett and the judge knows it.
The whole town knows it.
Sure.
Looks like the proof is up to me.
I'm gonna go up the street.
Put that on. You're acting marshal.
I'll leave it on your desk.
Wyatt?
It was those Johnny Rebs, wasn't it?
Just one of 'em.
You know his name?
Not so sure it was a he.
Why, it's Mr. Earp.
Leaving town?
No.
Just want to have a little talk with Miss Melinda.
A private talk.
Tell him you're not talking.
You've got no star.
You're just a plain citizen now.
I said in private.
Let's not lose our temper, Mr. Marshal.
Wait on the platform, boys. No.
You get far away from me and stay away.
Where you heading, Miss Melinda?
Dodge City.
Mr. Bennett ordered you out of town, huh?
You really are mixed up.
I decided it wouldn't be healthy here.
Nick and Pat came along to guard me,
in case Mr. Bennett acted difficult about my leaving.
Any more personal questions?
Just two.
Was it you that gunned Mr. Bennett or Billy Joe?
Wha... What impertinence!
I declare!
Because if it was Billy Joe,
I've gotta go after him.
It's gonna be a long ride
and I'm not gonna be in a good humor
when I get there.
You don't scare me.
All right.
I know what the truth is now.
But you can't prove it.
Melinda, honey. Mr. Earp.
I thought you left town hours ago.
Yes, sir.
But I heard on the trail that you were in trouble
because of Mr. Bennett.
Tell him the truth.
Mr. Omohondro,
I think she's the one that gunned Mr. Bennett.
That's ridiculous.
I did it.
I'm the one you want.
I don't want either one of ya.
Mr. Earp, why are you sore, sir?
I can clear your good name.
I'll confess and they'll put you back in office.
You go tell the judge that.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
I will.
Did you really shoot Mr. Dave Bennett, Billy Joe?
Well, I'm right proud of you.
Why on earth would the marshal think it was me?
Mr. Earp is a Yankee with no respect
for a woman's honor.
Don't confess it, Billy Joe!
He's not worth it.
Get on your horse and ride away.
No, honey.
Us folks pays our debts of money or gratitude.
You are awful sweet, Billy Joe.
Judge, Your Honor, Squire, Sire...
I was so plumb provoked at that fellow, Judge,
well, I reckon I just lost my head.
One point, though.
I did ask Mr. Bennett to turn around
and shoot it out fair and square.
But he kept on running and I shot him.
I see.
Mr. Leggett, did you send for Marshal Earp?
Yes, Your Honor.
About 15 minutes ago.
He should be here any second.
Hmm.
Mr. Omohondro. Yes, sir?
How old are you?
21 years, 3 months, and 8 days, sir.
Assault with a deadly weapon
and intent to kill.
Of course, you did own up to it
and, uh...
Oh, Marshal Earp.
This young man has made a full confession.
It clears you and the court here and now
removes you from suspension.
There's your badge, Marshal.
Well, I'm sorry, Judge,
but I don't think Billy Joe did it.
How's that?
No, sir.
I think he's lying to protect a girl.
Mr. Earp, I must ask you to be a gentleman and...
You can't come in here, ma'am.
I can too come in here.
I'm not scared of Yankee judges and marshals.
You take your hands off me! Leave her go, Sam.
I thank you kindly, Mr. Marshal Earp.
Melinda, what on earth are you... Hush up, Billy Joe.
You the judge? I did it.
This is the weapon I used,
and I'm not letting this sweet boy suffer
for something I did.
It's still got the empty shell
and two of Mr. Earp's gold-colored bullets.
I stole them from this desk yesterday
because I didn't have any.
A lady can't properly buy cartridges.
Melinda, please!
Order.
These belong to you?
Yep.
I'm coming back to Wichita and marrying Melinda.
You mean after she's free.
Why down South a judge wouldn't even sentence her.
Well, I don't think our judge is gonna be too tough on her.
Why not?
Because it just so happens
that Judge Jewett's wife is from Charleston, South Carolina.
No fooling?
Please, sir, tell Mrs. Jewett
that I forgive her for marrying a Yankee.
That's the proof of it.
The good Lord, he loves the South.
So long, Mr. Earp.
So long, Billy Joe.
♪ 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 ♪
♪ Brave, courageous, and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may his story be told ♪
Wyatt Earp,
in his first few months as Marshal of Wichita, Kansas,
had done many things.
And now he was faced with a recurring problem
of the crooked gambling houses and their untiring effort
to separate the cowboy from his money.
Reloading cartridges?
Mm-hmm.
City gives you all the factory loads you ask for.
They don't have this new type bullet.
Made of copper?
Copper-jacketed.
What's the idea, Marshal?
Well, there are a lot more accurate than the lead kind.
They don't smash a man up so bad.
That's the whole idea of a .45.
Smash a man up and drop him in his tracks,
ain't it?
That's not my idea.
All I want to do
is discourage 'em from shooting.
And these'll do it.
Mr. Marshal Earp?
Yes'm?
Is it true what they say?
That you're a durn Yankee?
Who says that?
Mr. Billy Joe Omohondro told me.
Billy Joe's in bad trouble.
I don't suppose you'd help a Southern boy.
Are you poking fun at me?
Uh, Mr. Leggett, would you please go check the jail?
Yes, Marshal.
I'd, uh, help a Southern boy
just as soon as I'd help anybody else, ma'am.
Please sit down.
Thank you.
Now, what's your problem?
My name is Miss Melinda Carey
and I work at the Palace on Main Street.
What do you do there?
The boys like me and when they gamble,
they give me part of their winnings
for my hope chest.
In other words, you're a shill, huh?
I am not! I'm a hostess.
What I want to talk to you about...
Well, let's not discuss it here.
We'll go over to my office.
Well, then, let me get this straight.
You say that Billy Joe sold $8,500 worth of cattle
and then he lost all of that gambling at the Palace.
Is that right? In a crooked game.
And most of that money didn't belong to Billy Joe?
No, sir. Most to his family.
Now Billy Joe says he can't go home in such a disgrace.
He says he's gonna shoot Mr. Dave Bennett
for cheating him and... and then shoot himself.
And, uh, you wouldn't want that, would you?
I don't care if he does shoot Mr. Dave Bennett.
But us folks take suicide very serious.
It's dishonorable.
And I am fond of Billy Joe, Mr. Earp.
Well, uh, wasn't it you that shilled Billy Joe into that crooked game?
No, sir! I warned him against it.
I don't shill Southern boys.
Oh.
Just "durn Yankees," huh?
Well...
Well, uh, I guess I better talk to him.
I'm, uh, acquainted with Mr. Bennett.
If he's running a crooked gambling place,
I guess I should know about it.
Now, where can I find Billy Joe?
He's got a room at the Texas Hotel.
You better hurry before he...
Now, don't worry about it. I'll take care of it.
Come on.
Who is it?
Wyatt Earp.
You Mr. Billy Joe Omohondro?
Yes, sir.
Miss Melinda tells me you had a little money trouble
down at the Palace Saloon,
and doesn't think you ought to gun Mr. Bennett.
Why would you care?
Oh, 'cause you might botch up the job
and get yourself all hurt.
Just one less Southerner.
You'd be mighty pleased.
I'll tell you, Mr. Omohondro,
you're just about the age of my younger brother, Morgan.
I don't care whether you're from the North, East, West or South.
But I do care about crooked gamblers
cheating young fellas like you out of your money.
Now, I'm not a friend of Mr. Bennett's.
Oh?
Oh, he tried to run me out of town.
I had to crack him over the head a couple times.
Good Yank!
I'm sorry, Mr. Earp.
That's mine.
I had me some new models like your'un,
but when Bennett cleaned me out, he...
You don't care.
You just came here to make small of me.
Now, look, I don't want to have to fight the Civil War
all over again just for you.
Now, do you want your money back or don't you?
Yes, sir, I want it back.
All right.
You think there might be some Southern gentlemen
in the bar downstairs?
I reckon. Yes, sir.
Let's go have a talk with them.
Thank you, Joe.
Well, here's our share, Mr. Earp.
$960.
Well, thank you, gentlemen, for the loan.
I'll just mark this money,
and then Mr. Omohondro and I
will push along over to the Palace Saloon
and prove that Mr. Bennett was cheating.
Just one thing worries me, Earp.
I can guess what it is.
I'm a Yankee, huh?
Well, do any of you remember who threatened to resign
from the United States Army when the carpetbaggers
wanted try Lee and Davis for treason?
Well, Grant and Sherman.
That's right.
So, uh, let's have peace, you all.
All right. Let's play some cards.
Hope for the best.
10 on the odd.
5 on 13.
And 5 on the red.
All bets down.
Let her go.
22 black, even.
Mr. Bennett! Mr. Bennett!
It's an old trick.
This brake stops the wheel.
It's hooked up to a push button on the floor.
What's the trouble, Earp?
You.
You want to explain this here or in your office?
Explain? Are you suggesting...
I'm not suggesting. I'm telling.
Leave it alone!
Put it on the table.
I want your cash box.
Give it to him.
My office, if you don't mind.
All right.
$960. All marked money.
All right, Mr. Bennett,
I want $8,500 more.
You and the kid are framing me!
Now get the money.
Excuse me.
Billy Joe,
here's your $8,500.
Gentlemen, here's the $960 you contributed.
Thank you, sir.
I sure do thank you kindly, Mr. Earp.
May we apologize for saying you favor Yankees?
Thank you, sir.
You run back to the hotel.
I'll join you in a little while.
Yes, sir. But I... Go on.
Do you need any help?
I think Mr. Bennett's had enough trouble.
I still say you framed me.
Well, don't say it again.
I'm giving you a break, Bennett.
If I hear any more complaints from this place,
I'm gonna close it and you're gonna leave town.
Gentlemen.
Who tipped Earp off?
One of the shill girls?
None of 'em would do that.
Let me see who was shilling the kid.
Give me the chip box.
What was the name of the Southern girl?
Melinda.
The yellow chips belong to Melinda
and Billy Joe was playing with yellow chips.
I'll check on Melinda.
Come in.
Hi, Mr. Earp. Hi.
Heading for home, huh?
Yes, sir.
But I...
Well, what if Bennett finds out Miss Melinda
talked to you?
Well, he won't if you just leave town
and don't see her again.
Yes, I know.
But it wldn't be gentlemanly.
Sit down, Mr. Omohondro.
I want you to do me a favor.
To begin with, are you in love with Miss Melinda?
No, sir.
Well, that is,
I haven't declared any serious intentions.
I-I'd have to ask my folks.
Now you think your family's gonna like the idea
of you marrying a girl that works in the saloon and a gambling hall?
No, sir. Don't reckon they would.
But I've got to do the right thing, Mr. Earp.
I can't hardly just ride out of town
if Miss Melinda's in trouble on account of me,
now can I?
For her sake, it might be the smartest move to make.
But what will she think of me?
My leaving town without even saying "Bye"?
Now, why don't you just write her a little note
and leave it in the office downstairs
and I'll see that she gets it.
Well, if you think that's the best way
to keep her out of trouble.
I do.
Hope you have a good ride.
And by the way,
if you're gonna be packing a gun,
you better get yourself a new model Colt.
Thing's liable to blow up in your hand.
Who is it?
Billy Joe, ma'am.
You shouldn't!
It's compromising.
I know, Miss Melinda.
But I just couldn't leave town
without thanking you personally.
Well, you are very sweet.
I was just reading your note.
Mr. Earp gave it to me not ten minutes ago.
Yes'm.
I broke a promise.
Sure hope you won't tell Mr. Earp I came here.
Of course not.
He doesn't understand us folks from the South.
I bought me some new guns.
Colt .45s.
If you feel you're in any danger, I'll...
Danger. You talk like Mr. Earp.
"Under no circumstances
"should you admit to Dave Bennett
that you tipped me off."
Oh, dear. You men.
Guns and danger and solemn faces.
How come you're so brave?
Fiddlesticks.
Mr. Dave Bennett is a Yankee crook and a coward.
Would any Southern man let Mr. Earp
pull his roulette table to pieces
and call him a cheat in public?
I declare, honey,
you do try a girl's patience
talking of gunfighting and doing away with yourself.
I-I'm...
Look what you've done.
Miss Melinda,
will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
No matter what your mama thinks about it?
No matter what anybody thinks.
Well, you are awful sweet, Billy Joe.
Still and all,
I'm not rushing into an important thing like this.
Yes, you are.
I'm riding straight home and tell the family.
Please, Billy Joe.
I'll be waiting.
Five days it'll take me. That's all.
Five days.
Who is it?
Dave Bennett.
Go away.
It wouldn't sound good if I had to kick this door in.
I'll let you in.
Now say what you have to say and get out.
You're fired. All right.
And don't think you're gonna marry this Southern boy.
I'll pin a label on you and it'll cost you a husband.
If you dare to tell him!
You can pack your clothes and move on to Dodge.
You're through in Wichita.
I've been hunting a good cadaver
to send to the medical school for weeks and weeks.
So what do you keep bringing me?
Patients like this.
Not serious, huh?
Not a chance he'll make a die of it.
Wyatt. Hmm?
Joe Quack will let me bleed to death
if you don't watch him.
Quack, am I?
Hey, take it easy, Doc.
Tin horn, cold-decking gambler like him.
Talking about quacks!
I think he fainted.
Good.
Keep his mouth shut.
Helps relax the deltoid muscles.
Hey. The dang bullet went all the way through
and lodged against the left clavicle.
Have to turn him over on his back.
Easy now.
No. It bounced off the clavicle
and is lodged right under the skin.
See the lump?
You gonna take it out?
I don't know.
I ought to leave it in
and let the ornery cuss suffer a lot of pain.
But... I'm a doctor.
I never saw one like this.
Copper-jacketed, ain't it?
Copper-jacketed? Let me see that.
Gold colored.
You awake?
Why don't you faint again?
Wyatt's got a belt full of bullets just like that.
Go on, explain it, Earp.
Sure, Bennett, I gunned ya.
In the back? Oh, you're kidding.
Very funny.
By the time Earp gets through covering his tracks,
this town'll be full of copper-jackets.
I don't think so.
I've got the only ones like these.
Give 'em here.
Dave's been trying to get something on you for weeks.
I'll plant this thing so deep in his gizzard that...
No, Doc!
But thanks for the offer.
Give me the bullet.
You gonna accuse me of gunning you?
Just as soon as I can get to the courtroom.
And now, Marshal Earp,
there's just one point in this affair
which we don't seem to have covered.
Where were you at about 2 a.m.
on the night of the shooting?
Well, I was just turning into the alley,
making my regular rounds.
And how far were you from the rear
of Mr. Bennett's establishment when this shot was fired?
About 40 yards, I'd say.
You didn't see the shot fired
or who fired it?
I heard the shot, sir.
But I didn't see who fired it. I...
There wasn't anybody in the alley at the time,
except Mr. Bennett.
I saw him stagger and fall and I ran over to him...
One moment.
Did Mr. Bennett say anything that would lead you to believe
he knew who his assailant was?
No, Your Honor. Hmm.
Mr. Bennett has made a grave charge against you, Marshal Earp.
The evidence is entirely circumstantial.
But the court has no choice
but to relieve you of your duties,
pending a full inquiry.
Court is adjourned.
You didn't gun Bennett and the judge knows it.
The whole town knows it.
Sure.
Looks like the proof is up to me.
I'm gonna go up the street.
Put that on. You're acting marshal.
I'll leave it on your desk.
Wyatt?
It was those Johnny Rebs, wasn't it?
Just one of 'em.
You know his name?
Not so sure it was a he.
Why, it's Mr. Earp.
Leaving town?
No.
Just want to have a little talk with Miss Melinda.
A private talk.
Tell him you're not talking.
You've got no star.
You're just a plain citizen now.
I said in private.
Let's not lose our temper, Mr. Marshal.
Wait on the platform, boys. No.
You get far away from me and stay away.
Where you heading, Miss Melinda?
Dodge City.
Mr. Bennett ordered you out of town, huh?
You really are mixed up.
I decided it wouldn't be healthy here.
Nick and Pat came along to guard me,
in case Mr. Bennett acted difficult about my leaving.
Any more personal questions?
Just two.
Was it you that gunned Mr. Bennett or Billy Joe?
Wha... What impertinence!
I declare!
Because if it was Billy Joe,
I've gotta go after him.
It's gonna be a long ride
and I'm not gonna be in a good humor
when I get there.
You don't scare me.
All right.
I know what the truth is now.
But you can't prove it.
Melinda, honey. Mr. Earp.
I thought you left town hours ago.
Yes, sir.
But I heard on the trail that you were in trouble
because of Mr. Bennett.
Tell him the truth.
Mr. Omohondro,
I think she's the one that gunned Mr. Bennett.
That's ridiculous.
I did it.
I'm the one you want.
I don't want either one of ya.
Mr. Earp, why are you sore, sir?
I can clear your good name.
I'll confess and they'll put you back in office.
You go tell the judge that.
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
I will.
Did you really shoot Mr. Dave Bennett, Billy Joe?
Well, I'm right proud of you.
Why on earth would the marshal think it was me?
Mr. Earp is a Yankee with no respect
for a woman's honor.
Don't confess it, Billy Joe!
He's not worth it.
Get on your horse and ride away.
No, honey.
Us folks pays our debts of money or gratitude.
You are awful sweet, Billy Joe.
Judge, Your Honor, Squire, Sire...
I was so plumb provoked at that fellow, Judge,
well, I reckon I just lost my head.
One point, though.
I did ask Mr. Bennett to turn around
and shoot it out fair and square.
But he kept on running and I shot him.
I see.
Mr. Leggett, did you send for Marshal Earp?
Yes, Your Honor.
About 15 minutes ago.
He should be here any second.
Hmm.
Mr. Omohondro. Yes, sir?
How old are you?
21 years, 3 months, and 8 days, sir.
Assault with a deadly weapon
and intent to kill.
Of course, you did own up to it
and, uh...
Oh, Marshal Earp.
This young man has made a full confession.
It clears you and the court here and now
removes you from suspension.
There's your badge, Marshal.
Well, I'm sorry, Judge,
but I don't think Billy Joe did it.
How's that?
No, sir.
I think he's lying to protect a girl.
Mr. Earp, I must ask you to be a gentleman and...
You can't come in here, ma'am.
I can too come in here.
I'm not scared of Yankee judges and marshals.
You take your hands off me! Leave her go, Sam.
I thank you kindly, Mr. Marshal Earp.
Melinda, what on earth are you... Hush up, Billy Joe.
You the judge? I did it.
This is the weapon I used,
and I'm not letting this sweet boy suffer
for something I did.
It's still got the empty shell
and two of Mr. Earp's gold-colored bullets.
I stole them from this desk yesterday
because I didn't have any.
A lady can't properly buy cartridges.
Melinda, please!
Order.
These belong to you?
Yep.
I'm coming back to Wichita and marrying Melinda.
You mean after she's free.
Why down South a judge wouldn't even sentence her.
Well, I don't think our judge is gonna be too tough on her.
Why not?
Because it just so happens
that Judge Jewett's wife is from Charleston, South Carolina.
No fooling?
Please, sir, tell Mrs. Jewett
that I forgive her for marrying a Yankee.
That's the proof of it.
The good Lord, he loves the South.
So long, Mr. Earp.
So long, Billy Joe.
♪ 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 ♪