The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp (1955–1961): Season 2, Episode 38 - They Think They're Immortal - full transcript

Hey Curly, I'm not Wyatt Earp.

I'm just his little brother Morgan.

You're not afraid of me.

Get your deputies out of the way and we'll shoot it out, just you and me.

All right. Just the two of us.

Walk out, Curly.

I'm coming out.

♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪

♪ Brave, courageous, and bold ♪

♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪

♪ And long may his story be told ♪



The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp,

starring Hugh O'Brian.

Historians credit Wyatt Earp with more than 100 gunfights.

Wyatt himself never kept count.

Marshal Earp did not like gun fighting

and he avoided the showdown with .45s whenever he could.

Thus when his younger brother Morgan arrived in Dodge City,

Wyatt was confronted with an emotional problem.

Bat Masterson's brother, Ed, had been killed in a gunfight.

Was young Morgan Earp to go the same way?

Or how could Wyatt save his brother from the hoodlums of Dodge City?

Especially when Morgan was a brave but hot-headed buckaroo,

with romantic notions of becoming a Deputy Marshal.

No.



That ain't Wyatt Earp.

Are you sure, Curly?

Wyatt don't dress that way.

Well, from here that fellow sure looks like Earp.

Wyatt didn't fall for our trick.

We're going to have to think of something smarter

if we aim to bushwhack him.

That's what we're going to do if we have to stay here for a month.

Hey, you ain't Wyatt Earp.

Oh, excuse me.

We all make mistakes.

No hard feelings I hope.

I'll keep this until you're sober.

Stay out of my way.

Hey!

You fire that shot, Mr. Miller?

We all make mistakes.

Howdy, Wyatt.

Morgan.

Oh, for gosh sakes, it's good to see you.

Nice friendly little town you got here.

Hey, Mr. Miller, that was my kid brother you were shooting at.

- Did you know that?
- I'm sorry.

Now you go turn yourself into jail.

A very definite mistake, excuse me.

Don't go too hard on the man, Wyatt.

A drunk can kill you just as dead as a sober man, you know.

Golly, Morg, it's sure good to see you.

Hey, how the folks?

In good health, but a little provoked at me.

Oh? How's that?

Grandpa wanted me to read the law in Manmouth.

Mom and dad kind of expected me to settle in California.

Hmm.

Well, you're 21.

You never did lecture me, Wyatt.

My favorite brother.

Come on, let's go up to my room where we can talk.

Got the whole family to catch up on.

- Wait until I get my gear.
- All right.

I wanted Virgil to come to Dodge with me.

But you know Virg.

Wanted to make his pile and get rich.

So he went up to the Black Hills.

- Claimed a gold strike at Deadwood.
- Oh?

Well, that's the family news.

Except we keep hearing talk about the famous Wyatt.

Well, I'm not famous

and I'm sure not rich.

Ah, you'll get there.

Wyatt, I kind of think I'd like to work for you.

Work for me?

I'm hitting you for a job as a deputy.

Uh-uh.

No, sir. Not for me.

Why?

Because Mr. Masterson let his brother Ed talk him into a job like that.

A couple of hoodlums killed Ed.

- Yeah, but, Wyatt...
- Look there's no sense arguing.

I'm not going to take the responsibility of having you hurt.

Nobody is going to hurt me.

Morgan, there are an awful lot of angles to this

that I haven't got time to explain to you right now.

If anything happened to you,

Grandpa would really lay me out for it.

Look, we'll talk about it at dinner, okay?

Whiskey.

Dr. Holliday.

Hello, Morgan.

I haven't seen you since Texas.

That's right.

Deacon Earp would not approve of our association.

Although, by my bad example,

and I've turned hundreds away from strong drinking.

Wyatt doesn't think much of me either.

What have you done?

I asked him for a job as a deputy.

He thinks I might get hurt.

I'm looking for big-headed Wyatt Earp.

Where do I find him?

Better try the jail, mister.

- Take it easy.
- No.

I'm Wyatt's brother.

Don't reach.

Morgan, you stay out of this.

On your feet.

You're one of Curly's men.

You tell Curly Brocius

he can find Wyatt if he has the nerve to come into Dodge.

Now move.

You think you're immortal?

- Why?
- That was Johnny Ringgold.

You don't hit him with your fist

and then turn your back to get your gun from the rack.

Besides, he wasn't out cold.

Look, I'm not scared of him.

- I'll go shoot it out with him now.
- Now wait a minute.

I want to talk to you, Morgan, in there.

Well, if your heart's set on working for Wyatt,

I can help you get the job.

But I must warn you, it isn't much of a job.

What's wrong with it?

As the insurance folks say,

the life expectancy is limited.

You know, your brother's been Marshal here a lot longer

than any other man.

Naturally he's made a lot of enemies.

Johnny Ringgold and Curly brocius are two of them.

Doc, I just ain't scared of them.

Hmmm.

You young fellows got a whisper in your ear that says,

"it won't be me, it couldn't be me."

I used to hear that.

Here, Doc. Rest yourself.

Waiting until the coughing has passed,

spell it c-o-f-f-i-n

and you got a good pun.

I don't argue with a young fellow like you.

I know you're dead bent to stay in Dodge

and work as one of Wyatt's deputies,

and...

All right, I'll talk to Wyatt for you.

Now you let me handle this.

Morg, for gosh sake I heard you tangle with Johnny ringgold... sit down.

- Mop your fevered brow.
- Now look, Doctor...

Sure, I know, it's a family matter.

Look, I didn't get hurt.

I just popped Ringgold on the jaw,

and Doc here covered me while I went to get my gun.

What if the Doctor hadn't been there?

Shut up. Both of you.

Morgan wants to stay in Dodge,

so I hired him on as one of my Faro dealers.

Any objections?

Yes, there is.

No brother of mine deals Faro in this town,

and you know that.

All right, you hire him.

Oh, the tight cinch, huh?

Well, it's not going to work.

If Morgan insists on staying here,

I'll find him a job.

What kind of a job?

A good job, better than wearing a star.

Now look, Wyatt.

I'm sorry, Doc.

You tried.

Now it's time to eat.

I'll tell you about it then.

Yes, sir.

Well, what'd you find out?

Nothing good.

He's got his kid brother with him,

and Doc Holliday's riding close herd on both of them.

We can't get at Earp in Dodge.

Best idea is to draw him out here.

Ah, we'll hit the Abilene stage tomorrow,

leave a good trail in these rocks.

Wyatt.

I'm not going to be any good at selling hardware.

Mayor Kelley wants you to take over the gun department.

Well...

Look, selling guns is a lot better than shooting them.

Why don't you give it an honest try, Morgan.

As you say, big brother.

One Earp in this town is plenty.

I figure we can give the great Marshal a lesson

by knocking off his baby brother.

He's got him stashed in a job at Kelley's Hardware.

We can do it real quick, then blow.

Are you busy or just pretending?

I'm busy.

Well, you won't mind it if I take up your time

with useless argument.

Morg like his job fine.

He should be wearing a star.

He's a mark for every drunken cowhand who doesn't like you

and wants to take it out on him.

You know when a man wears one of those stars,

a lot of gunslingers think twice before they get hostile.

They think twice anyway.

Nope.

Jim Perkins and four of his boys from the Big T

are laying for Morgan right now.

Where?

Kelley's hardware.

As soon as he gets back from lunch.

Hal, put these papers back in the safe.

Ah, Huggins decided to take that new Winchester.

Better lay it aside for him.

Right, Mr. Kelley.

Who left the six gun?

Oh, that's mine.

Thank you very much.

I know you're going to enjoy that lamp a lot.

Better keep that six gun handy, Morg.

There's some loafers across the street.

I don't know what they're up to.

Yes, sir.

Pete, Ty, we'll go in.

You boys keep an eye on the door.

Howdy.

Pete here needs a new Colt.

That's what we sell.

Duck, Morgan. They're from the Big T!

For Pete's sake, Wyatt, I might've hit you.

Morgan's quite a fellow.

He fanned my gun and all three of them went down.

And he jerked his own gun and hit the only one that was still able to shoot.

These men ought to be towed over to Doc McCarty.

You hit?

Not a scratch.

Well, it's a wonder you're not dead.

Fanning a gun like that.

Wyatt, the boy got four men.

That's not the point.

It's how he got them.

Let's get out of here.

Bring along those two guns you used.

You arresting me?

There's going to be a hearing.

Why, Marshal Earp,

you must've lost your temper.

I didn't do it.

Morgan?

Must've been fast shooting, son.

Don't praise him. He fanned five shots,

ruined Mayor Kelley's gun.

Hey, I'm your prisoner.

He knows you're not going to run away.

Come with me, son.

Well, come on fellows, let's pick them up,

take them over to the Doc.

What's wrong with Wyatt?

He never used to be so touchy.

Old age.

Don't make sense.

He's only 30.

Morgan, did it ever occur to you how risky it was to fan a gun

against three men?

No, I didn't even think about it.

Suppose you stop one right here?

Why, Doc? It doesn't matter.

Young, middle-aged or old,

the good Lord'll take care of us.

You believe that.

Yes, there was a time when I knew that.

When I headed into my first gunfight, I said,

"Forgive me, Sir, for having to do this."

But now I'm out of touch.

No, you're not.

Son, I'm bound for perdition.

I'm a runaway engine.

Deacon Earp is trying to beg me off.

The brakes are gone.

Ah...

One honest prayer, Doc.

You'll make it all right.

I like you for thinking some of Him, but...

Let's get back to this deputy job.

Yeah.

Sheriff Masterson will give you one when he returns to town.

He doesn't like me,

but he'll give full credit to my recommend.

Thanks, but I'd rather...

Come on, Morg.

I'm sorry I got riled up.

Forget it.

Put on the cuffs.

Grow up, will you?

Here.

My gosh. Don't put it on until after the hearing.

Judge Tobin'll probably exonerate you by then.

Thanks, Wyatt.

You thank Dr. Holliday.

He's the fount of all wisdom.

Don't you get too friendly with him, though.

I wish I hadn't.

Whoa. Throw your guns in the boot.

Give them that money sack.

Hurry it up.

Thanks for acting so nice, friends.

Tell Wyatt Earp about this when you get to Dodge.

Hiyah!

Nice man, that Judge Tobin.

I figure he'd want to call in a lot of witnesses and drag things out.

Mayor Kelley said enough.

Deputy Marshal Morgan Earp.

Well, what's my first job?

Santa Fe station.

You keep a deputy there?

Yeah, it's a break-in spot for cub deputies.

We foil train robbers, huh?

Yeah.

Sit down, Morgan. I got a few things I want to tell you.

Yes, sir.

Fire away.

Well, to begin with I hired you because the Doc argued that a

star would keep the drunken hoodlums from taking pot shots at you.

- Yes, sir.
- And don't feel so cocky!

- Oh, Wyatt.
- Now listen to me.

You were a fool for luck, yesterday.

The Doc saved you from Johnny Ringgold,

and the good Lord pulled you through that gun fanning routine

down at the Hardware Store.

I guess he did.

And don't you ever forget it.

And don't you push your luck any further.

This is a rough town, Morgan.

Look, I'll stay alive. Quit worrying, will you.

All right.

I guess you'll be safe enough down at the depot patrol.

One week of that ought to convince you that a deputy's job is pretty dull.

Even in this town.

- Hal?
- Yes, sir.

- Hello, Morgan.
- Howdy.

Say, I was betting you were going to hire him.

Welcome to our police force.

Thanks, Chief.

Save the congratulations.

Morgan's going to be guarding the Santa Fe station,

so as my Chief Deputy, keep an eye on him, will you?

- Yes, sir.
- Thanks.

Now I'm going to go down and meet Sheriff Masterson at the Corners.

He sent word that Brocius and Ringgold are out camping in the Ford County again.

Unless we pick up a hot trail,

I should be back in about three hours.

And the answer is no.

You're not going with me.

Mind reader.

Make allowances, kid.

Anything happen to you, Wyatt's got the whole family on his neck.

Wyatt and Doc Holliday.

Two top gunfighters anywhere.

And all they talk about is getting hurt.

It can happen, Morg.

Why, sure.

Well, let's go.

Go? Go where?

Aren't you going to bodyguard me to the depot?

No, I wouldn't do that to you.

I'm on your side, kid. I got a big brother.

You're all right, Chief.

But let me tell you this:

No little boys ought to try and steal milk cans from that depot.

Because I'd die for dear old Santa Fe.

Deputy Hal!

Yeah.

Curly Bill held us up at Dorsey Rock.

Where's Marshal Earp?

He started for the Corners about a half hour ago. Why?

Well, that's the opposite direction, ten miles west, Hal.

All right, I'll send a man after Wyatt,

try and get a couple myself and pick up Curly's trail at the Rock.

Good luck to you.

Giddyup.

Morgan, get on your horse, try and overtake Wyatt.

Tell him Curly Brocius took the Abilene stage near Dorsey Rock.

Where're you going?

I'm on my way to the Rock soon as I can find a couple of deputies.

Let one of them go after him.

I don't know that trail.

I'll ride with you.

Morg, that gang probably let out for bushwhacker,

but we're liable to run into them.

And you know Wyatt.

You're short on deputies.

You want to leave me whittling on a depot platform?

Come on.

Fine, I'm banking a fairer game.

You fellows don't want to play cards,

I'll confiscate the money on the board.

Let's move.

Doc?

Wyatt's Deputy Hal took Morgan to trail the Brocius Gang.

I'm not running the Marshal's office.

- Where's Wyatt?
- Well, he's gone up to the Corners.

Brocius and Ringgold will bushwhack Morgan, that's what they'll do.

Hmmm. They can't hurt Morgan,

he's still sprouting angel feathers.

Get yourself a drink.

I'll take over, Mack.

Place your bets, gentlemen.

Hey, Wyatt.

They hit the Abilene stage at Dorsey Rock and Hal's trailing them.

And he took Morgan with him.

Morgan.

They headed into the brush.

We better wait here.

Wait? What for?

This could be an ambush.

Curly and Ringgold don't scare me.

You wait for Wyatt.

Ain't that Morgan Earp in the lead?

Yeah, that's right.

He's mine.

I want him in a stand up fight.

This could be a trap, Morgan.

Sure is.

Hey, Brocius.

Brocius!

Down, Morgan, down.

Come out and make a fight.

Fine. Just me and you.

Fair enough.

Show yourself.

Thanks, Curly. This is the way I like it.

Come here, Morgan!

- Let me go!
- Don't be a fool.

Here comes Wyatt.

I would have got him if my foot hadn't slipped.

Real fancy, slapping off shots at 20 yards.

Why sure, and look who got hurt.

Look, we'll hold a big debate back in Dodge.

Now pick him up and let's get out of here.

Howdy, Mr. Earp.

Howdy, Doc.

They tell me your little brother downed Curly in a fair gunfight.

No, Curly stumbled.

Wyatt.

Virgil hit gold in Dakota.

Uh, what Virgil says there about me joining him,

pay no attention to that.

I wouldn't run out on you.

Morgan, you want to go?

Ah, I don't know.

You go on and dig gold.

Wyatt, it doesn't seem right to walk out on you.

You go and wire Virgil that you're on your way.

Go on. Thanks, Wyatt.

Curly stumbled, you say?

Yeah.

Well, that's one way it could have happened.

Or maybe Brocius found himself shooting at a bright light.

Or maybe a voice whispered to Morgan saying,

"Young man, you'll live forever."

You drunk?

We'd sure like to hear that whisper just once more,

wouldn't we, Wyatt?

But we're too darn deaf.

Yeah, Doc.

I guess we are.

♪ 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 ♪