The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp (1955–1961): Season 2, Episode 6 - Wyatt's Love Affair - full transcript
Sally who is the daughter of Judge Fabien has fallen in love with Earp and wants to marry him. Earp has similar feelings but realizes in his line of work the marriage would not be viable especially as Sally does not understand how he has to handle the job. Because of unruly action Earp has arrested Rakle and Driscoll which have the two biggest outfits in the area. The Judge upset over their arrests talks to Jim Kelly who as usual runs down Earp even though he supports him. He advises the Judge that Earp will not make a good husband for Sally but that Earp should be kept on the job. The crews of the Rakle and Driscoll outfits decide to come into Dodge City to take Earp. However, the Driscoll outfit plans to have their foreman Big Rance take on Earp in a fist fight. Earp accepts the challenge using his skills to take down Big Rance followed by a Rakle man. Sally tries to stop the fight but finally sees she can't live with Earp which is the decision he had already given the Judge.
♪ 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 ♪
Male na You couldn't tame a town
like Dodge City, Kansas, in 1876
while preaching the golden rule alone.
If Dodge was to be civilized,
the only argument was a fast gun or hard fists.
Marshal Wyatt Earp knew this from bloody experience.
And Marshal Earp should have known
that his enemies were still out to get him
by assassination or by so discrediting him
that he would have to quit.
"Dear Margaret",
"it's happened... I have fallen in love.
"His name is Wyatt Earp
"and he's the Marshal here in Dodge City.
"Dodge City of all places!
"But that's why I know it's real.
"Dodge is very real.
"There's nothing but dust and the hot Kansas sun and..."
You hear that, Earp?
Why don't you try to stop me from celebrating?
Where is this big man?
Look out, Driscoll, it's Earp!
Wyatt, are you hurt?
Oh, Miss Fabian... no, Ma'am, I'm not hurt at all, thanks.
But he is. Did you shoot him?
Well, no, Ma'am, I just hit Mr. Driscoll over the head... a bit.
Oh, but he's bleeding.
Yes, Ma'am.
Uh, Mr. Sullivan, would you take Mr. Driscoll to jail, please?
But, Wyatt, shouldn't he have a Doctor?
Uh, and send for Doc McCarty.
- I'm sorry, Mr. Earp.
- Forget it.
Uh, Miss Fabian, you don't belong here.
Oh, but I was afraid that...
The Judge isn't gonna like this.
You made yourself kind of prominent.
I embarrassed you. I'm sorry.
It isn't that. It's just that you shouldn't rush out
when you hear gunfighting. You may get yourself hurt.
Would that bother you?
Yes, Ma'am, it sure would,
to say nothing about how your father would feel.
Oh, don't tell me you're afraid of my father,
or of public opinion.
Look, Miss Sally, this is Dodge City.
Like I've been trying to tell you for a week, it's a rough town.
Mr. Driscoll was drunk,
carrying guns in the street
that were loaded with real bullets.
All right, once more, I'm sorry.
Will you promise me not to rush out of the hotel when you hear gunfight?
All right.
Why don't you come in and talk to me?
I'd like nothing better, but I can't right now.
Why not?
You see Mr. Driscoll is a friend of Mr. Raikle
and they were drinking together
and I gotta go find Mr. Raikle before he gets loose.
I didn't dream life in a little western town
could be so simple minded.
You can get your father to tell you
how simple-minded drunks and gunslingers can be.
No, you explain it to me... in half an hour?
I'll be back in 30 minutes.
I'll be waiting then.
Where is Mr. Raikle?
In the Long Branch Saloon picking a fight with the dealer.
Let's go.
"You and the teachers at Miss Bbenchley's"
won't believe me,
but I've just returned from a street fight.
"My dear Wyatt had to hit a drunken man on the head with a pistol.
"He is still 'Miss Sallying me, '
"but this time he called me Miss Fabian, so I mustn't..."
Help, help, help!
That man is drunk. Don't let him kill me.
You bet I'll ki...
Stand aside, you tinhorn Johnny law.
I'm gonna teach this...
You're under arrest, Mr. Raikle.
You can't arrest me, Earp.
This town belongs to the Raikle and Driscoll outfits.
- Not anymore.
- Why, Mr. Raikle.
Ahh... well, my old friend Judge Fabian.
Judge, tell these young hoodlums...
- Lock him up.
- One moment, Earp.
I'm well-acquainted with Mr. Raikle.
I'm sorry, Judge, but he pulled a gun on this man.
- Oh, now, Mr. Raikle...
- I said, "lock him up."
I'm sure the Judge doesn't want to argue this case in the street.
Anything I can do to help, Judge?
Yes, Mr. Albright.
Try to talk some sense into that young hothead.
I'll take care of it right away, Your Honor.
Well, father.
You look angry.
Oh, it's that young Marshal fellow, Earp.
He had the cheek to arrest Bob Raikle.
Who is Mr. Raikle?
He and Toby Driscoll have the two largest cattle spreads anywhere.
Both fine men, fine men...
- And they're both in jail.
- What?!
Wyatt arrested Mr. Driscoll about 10 minutes ago.
He was drunk and shooting guns in the street.
Oh, no.
Toby and Bob do a million dollars' worth of business in a year.
- Did I hear you call that fellow, "Wyatt?"
- Yes.
Since when are you on first name terms with Mr. Earp?
I've been seeing him, Papa, every chance I can get.
You and Earp?
I'm in love with him.
I intend to marry Wyatt if he'll have me.
If he'll...
I think we'll best talk about this later.
Let's talk about it right now.
Well I've... I've got to go to the jail.
Papa, Wyatt hasn't asked me, so don't blame him.
Or at least... well, I do have some pride.
I've always been patient with you.
What are you doing in here?
Same as you, I reckon.
But you'll never make this stick, Wyatt.
Look, you were drinking and shooting guns in the street
and that'll stick.
Oh, no, you don't, Earp, cut 'em both loose. That's an order.
- From who?
- From Judge Fabian.
- He hasn't heard the evidence yet.
- Now you wait a minute...
Get in there, too.
I'll listen to you in court.
By that time you won't be in any shape to listen.
If you want to bring your men in, try it.
Albright tried it.
He offered Clay Allison $1,000 to gun me.
The trouble with you big pistols,
is you turn into pot guns every time a fight's off it.
Now you'll have to stay here and watch 'em.
But you better get some cotton to plug your ears.
All right, Judge, what's on your mind?
Well, I stopped in at the jail to talk to Earp,
but for personal reasons I decided not to.
No use talking to him.
- With George Hoover away, you're Acting Mayor.
- Yeah.
Can't you persuade Earp to release Bob and Toby?
No, sir. He threw Pete Albright in the same cell.
Albright, eh? It won't do, Mr. Kelly.
You realize that, don't you?
- Well...
- Earp has to release those men.
If he doesn't, he'll have both
the Raikle and the Driscoll outfits treeing the town.
Doesn't the young fool have any respect for his own life?
None at all.
He'll never make old bones.
And that's satisfactory to you, eh?
Listen,
I ain't had a moment's peace since Earp got here.
He's near got me killed four times.
The finest funeral I'd pay for him.
- You sound sincere.
- I am that on oath.
Then why not discharge the man?
Isn't that the simplest way out?
- No, sir.
- Huh?
He's like my own conscience, Judge,
it'd be devillin' me day and night.
A man can't discharge his own conscience.
You rate Mr. Earp rather high.
The bravest and the best, sir.
I hate him and I envy him.
You're gonna back him in this play?
I've no choice... And neither have you, Judge.
But Lord save us all, the man's right.
My daughter seems to agree with you.
Yes... and you talk to Wyatt about that.
It's a father's duty.
Well, a young man with the character you give him...
And he'll die young.
So he's no business leaving your Miss Sally a widow.
I agree with you... And I will talk to him.
Good for you, Judge.
You're Raikle's men?
I'm Toby Driscoll's foreman.
Oh, yeah, you're Big Rants, aren't you?
Wyatt Earp threw both Driscoll and Raikle in jail.
Threw 'em both in jail for what?
Getting a little drunk. Us Driscolls aim to go after Earp.
How about you?
Well, I don't know. He's pretty fast on the draw.
Gunnin's too good for him. We got other plans.
- I'll tell you about it on the way to Dodge.
- All right.
Come on, boys. Let's ride.
Just one second, sir.
Wyatt, Judge Fabian to see you.
Thank you.
- Sit down, sir.
- Thank you.
I, uh... Came to see you on a personal matter.
Look, sir, if it's about Driscoll and...
No, no, no. I will fine them in court tomorrow morning.
Thank you, sir. You see, it's sort of a test case.
We can't afford to treat the cattle owners any different than the hired hands.
- You see...
- Quite so.
My daughter tells me that she's been seeing you socially.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Earp, you're in a dangerous profession.
Yes, sir.
I don't think Sally understands just how dangerous it is.
Well, I sure tried to tell her.
You in love with Sally?
Well, sir, I hope not,
but I'm afraid I am.
Why do you say you hope not?
Well, for the same reason you came here.
We both know what kind of a life a peace officer lives,
what can happen to him.
Sally's from Boston,
and sometimes I get the feeling
that she thinks Dodge City is just a great big Wild West show.
I'm certain of that.
I don't think she realizes
just how violent and brutal life on the frontier can be.
Well, sir, that's why I haven't...
Asked her to marry you?
Yes, sir.
Well, I hope you'll give yourself
time to do some more thinking about it.
I can't pretend that Sally would follow my wishes.
She's like her mother,
who insisted that we move west after the war.
This country demanded more of my wife than her health could stand.
I blame myself. That's why I...
Well, thank you for hearing me out.
Yes, sir.
Good day, Marshal.
Is it so dreadful, you can't tell me?
What did my father say to you?
Just what every father would say.
He was really very nice about it.
What he had to say made sense.
Wyatt, my father's prejudiced against this country
for women, on account of my mother.
I know.
He doesn't want you to marry a man in my line of work.
So that's it.
He's afraid I couldn't face up
against the daily fear of your being hurt.
- I'm a coward.
- You think about it.
I don't want to think about it.
Wyatt, you are in love with me?
Yes, I am,
but it can't come true, not right now.
Why not?
Because of what you are and what I am,
and what life in Dodge is like.
We can't just be married...
Why didn't you shoot back?
He was aiming high. He was just trying to warn me.
I think I would have shot back.
You see, I really am quite tough.
- No, you're not.
- Wyatt,
did I faint? Am I crying?
You haven't seen a man get hit with a .45 slug yet.
I saw you hit Mr. Driscoll with a gun.
You do have courage, Sally.
I have more courage than you.
I'd marry you tomorrow.
Say yes, Wyatt.
Accept the proposal of this bold, bad woman
who loves you so.
- Sally, I love you so much that I...
- Then it's settled.
I'm going to be...
Mrs. Wyatt Earp.
You can't escape now, dear.
Darling, I don't want to escape.
- I just want you to be sure that...
- Wyatt. Wyatt.
You better take Miss Sally right straight back to the hotel.
- Why?
- The Driscoll and Raikle outfits
are headed for town.
Slap his face and wake him up from dreaming.
He's the Marshal of Dodge City, and if he don't think quick,
- he's going to be dead.
- Dead?
I hate to be so blunt, but you need to learn the truth.
Mr. Kelly is an excitable Irisher, Sally.
Don't let Mr. Earp blarney you.
There's a bunch of mean, killing cowhands coming after him.
Very well, then.
I'll have my father deputize every man in town. We'll fight them.
Not this boy. He'll try to do it all by himself.
Oh, now, Wyatt,
you're not that foolhardy, are you?
I've had men coming after me ever since I started as a Marshal.
Nine times out of 10, it was a false alarm,
and the other times...
Well, I'm still living. You go back to your place
and soak your head in a bucket of water. I'll talk to you later.
Mr. Kelly has a large imagination.
Whatever my faults, I ain't a widow maker.
"Widow maker."
Is that supposed to frighten me?
No, it's, uh...
Just bad-tempered Kelly talk.
I wonder if my father couldn't have planned this whole thing.
It's quite possible.
No.
Then, if it is true about the cowhands, what are you going to do?
Well, I'm going to take you back to your hotel.
Then I'm going to have a nice, long talk with Mr. Kelly.
- But the cowhands, he said they were going to...
- Shh!
I ought to punch you. I've let all your remarks about marriage pass,
but what you pulled tonight was the limit.
Save your strength. You're going to need it in the morning.
- For what?
- You ever hear of Big Rants,
the foreman for Toby Driscoll?
No, I can't say as I have. Is he faster than Clay Allison?
He don't fight with guns. He fights with his fists.
That'll be a nice change.
You won't think so. He's bigger than you are,
and he's whipped every top fighter from here to San Antone.
You're trying to tell me that all they're going to do is
get me into a fistfight with Rants?
Driscoll and Raikle ain't stupid.
They know Judge Fabian would call in the soldiers
and hang any man who tried to gun you.
- So there's much ado about nothin'.
- Nothin', is it?!
Rants will beat you to a bloody pulp.
You'll live a cripple the rest of your days, if you don't die.
Maybe. And what was the idea of trying to scare Miss Sally?
I asked you a question.
And you'll get no answer from me.
If you don't know what's wrong with you marrying a girl like her,
I'd never get it through your thick head.
- That widow maker remark, huh?
- Look...
I got some fine brass knuckles around here.
You better try 'em on for size.
I don't need your brass knuckles or anything else.
So you think I'll leave Miss Sally a widow, huh?
It ain't likely.
When Big Rants gets through with you,
there couldn't even be a marriage.
- Quit being a fool. Put these in your pocket.
- No, thanks.
I've seen Big Rants fight. At least let me show you some of his dirty tricks.
I'm not interested, Mr. Kelly.
- In regards to Miss Sally, if I ever hear...
- Get out of my place!
I won't sleep a wink tonight.
I'll see Big Rants's fist breaking your jaw
and cracking your ribs.
He wears Mexican spurs on his boots. I can see 'em now...
Mr. Kelly, will you kindly shut up?
Now, I've found myself a brave girl.
You're the one who ought to be wearing skirts.
Sometimes I think you're my friend,
other times I think you're my enemy.
You do me a favor tomorrow morning and be my friend, huh?
It's a deal.
Just don't try and stop the fight. Promise?
Oh, and I hope you'll stand up for me at my wedding.
You're dreaming, Wyatt.
Ooh!
Judge fined us each a hundred dollars.
300. Count 'em.
That's all right, Mr. Driscoll. I trust you when you're sober.
Thanks.
One other piece of business, Earp.
Some of our boys are waiting outside.
They're not packing guns.
I noticed that through the window.
My foreman, Mr. Rants, would like to have a talk with you.
That is, if you'll take off your guns
and keep your deputies from interrupting the conversation.
I'll tell you, I've already issued the necessary orders.
I just hope you gentlemen have picked out
a nice ringside section.
We're going to enjoy every second you last.
- Your name Rants?
- Yeah.
- That what you wanted?
- Yeah.
Give him the spurs, Rants.
Give him the spurs!
Wyatt, stop it! Stop it!
- What happened? Why is Wyatt fighting?
- He had no choice.
You stop him! His loss is mine.
He'll put his eyes out. He'll blind him.
Can't stop the fight. Rants won't quit.
- Come on, Rants!
- Come on, Rants!
Come on, Rants, get him!
Come on, Rants!
Come on. Get up.
Come on! Come on, Rants!
Wyatt, stop it!
- Come on.
- Stop it!
- Come on, Wyatt!
- Get him now, Rants!
Come on, Rants.
Throw some water on him. He can take more of a beating than this.
No, Wyatt, please! You've whipped him!
Stay back, Sally. Keep her back.
He's had all he can take.
All right, anybody else want some?
Yeah, I do.
If the Driscolls can't whoop you, us Raikles can.
- No, don't fight anymore!
- She's right, you're tired.
Look, I either run this town, or I don't.
Come on! Get up!
You should have gone back to the hotel.
You didn't have to fight that other man.
It was brutal.
I'm in a brutal business.
I told you that. Now you know.
Yes, now I know.
The fight's over, but you better put these on.
She'll feel better about it after she thinks about it.
No.
No, she won't.
She didn't even have to slap my face.
I've quit dreaming, Mr. Kelly.
♪ 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 Warp ♪
♪ 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 ♪
Male na You couldn't tame a town
like Dodge City, Kansas, in 1876
while preaching the golden rule alone.
If Dodge was to be civilized,
the only argument was a fast gun or hard fists.
Marshal Wyatt Earp knew this from bloody experience.
And Marshal Earp should have known
that his enemies were still out to get him
by assassination or by so discrediting him
that he would have to quit.
"Dear Margaret",
"it's happened... I have fallen in love.
"His name is Wyatt Earp
"and he's the Marshal here in Dodge City.
"Dodge City of all places!
"But that's why I know it's real.
"Dodge is very real.
"There's nothing but dust and the hot Kansas sun and..."
You hear that, Earp?
Why don't you try to stop me from celebrating?
Where is this big man?
Look out, Driscoll, it's Earp!
Wyatt, are you hurt?
Oh, Miss Fabian... no, Ma'am, I'm not hurt at all, thanks.
But he is. Did you shoot him?
Well, no, Ma'am, I just hit Mr. Driscoll over the head... a bit.
Oh, but he's bleeding.
Yes, Ma'am.
Uh, Mr. Sullivan, would you take Mr. Driscoll to jail, please?
But, Wyatt, shouldn't he have a Doctor?
Uh, and send for Doc McCarty.
- I'm sorry, Mr. Earp.
- Forget it.
Uh, Miss Fabian, you don't belong here.
Oh, but I was afraid that...
The Judge isn't gonna like this.
You made yourself kind of prominent.
I embarrassed you. I'm sorry.
It isn't that. It's just that you shouldn't rush out
when you hear gunfighting. You may get yourself hurt.
Would that bother you?
Yes, Ma'am, it sure would,
to say nothing about how your father would feel.
Oh, don't tell me you're afraid of my father,
or of public opinion.
Look, Miss Sally, this is Dodge City.
Like I've been trying to tell you for a week, it's a rough town.
Mr. Driscoll was drunk,
carrying guns in the street
that were loaded with real bullets.
All right, once more, I'm sorry.
Will you promise me not to rush out of the hotel when you hear gunfight?
All right.
Why don't you come in and talk to me?
I'd like nothing better, but I can't right now.
Why not?
You see Mr. Driscoll is a friend of Mr. Raikle
and they were drinking together
and I gotta go find Mr. Raikle before he gets loose.
I didn't dream life in a little western town
could be so simple minded.
You can get your father to tell you
how simple-minded drunks and gunslingers can be.
No, you explain it to me... in half an hour?
I'll be back in 30 minutes.
I'll be waiting then.
Where is Mr. Raikle?
In the Long Branch Saloon picking a fight with the dealer.
Let's go.
"You and the teachers at Miss Bbenchley's"
won't believe me,
but I've just returned from a street fight.
"My dear Wyatt had to hit a drunken man on the head with a pistol.
"He is still 'Miss Sallying me, '
"but this time he called me Miss Fabian, so I mustn't..."
Help, help, help!
That man is drunk. Don't let him kill me.
You bet I'll ki...
Stand aside, you tinhorn Johnny law.
I'm gonna teach this...
You're under arrest, Mr. Raikle.
You can't arrest me, Earp.
This town belongs to the Raikle and Driscoll outfits.
- Not anymore.
- Why, Mr. Raikle.
Ahh... well, my old friend Judge Fabian.
Judge, tell these young hoodlums...
- Lock him up.
- One moment, Earp.
I'm well-acquainted with Mr. Raikle.
I'm sorry, Judge, but he pulled a gun on this man.
- Oh, now, Mr. Raikle...
- I said, "lock him up."
I'm sure the Judge doesn't want to argue this case in the street.
Anything I can do to help, Judge?
Yes, Mr. Albright.
Try to talk some sense into that young hothead.
I'll take care of it right away, Your Honor.
Well, father.
You look angry.
Oh, it's that young Marshal fellow, Earp.
He had the cheek to arrest Bob Raikle.
Who is Mr. Raikle?
He and Toby Driscoll have the two largest cattle spreads anywhere.
Both fine men, fine men...
- And they're both in jail.
- What?!
Wyatt arrested Mr. Driscoll about 10 minutes ago.
He was drunk and shooting guns in the street.
Oh, no.
Toby and Bob do a million dollars' worth of business in a year.
- Did I hear you call that fellow, "Wyatt?"
- Yes.
Since when are you on first name terms with Mr. Earp?
I've been seeing him, Papa, every chance I can get.
You and Earp?
I'm in love with him.
I intend to marry Wyatt if he'll have me.
If he'll...
I think we'll best talk about this later.
Let's talk about it right now.
Well I've... I've got to go to the jail.
Papa, Wyatt hasn't asked me, so don't blame him.
Or at least... well, I do have some pride.
I've always been patient with you.
What are you doing in here?
Same as you, I reckon.
But you'll never make this stick, Wyatt.
Look, you were drinking and shooting guns in the street
and that'll stick.
Oh, no, you don't, Earp, cut 'em both loose. That's an order.
- From who?
- From Judge Fabian.
- He hasn't heard the evidence yet.
- Now you wait a minute...
Get in there, too.
I'll listen to you in court.
By that time you won't be in any shape to listen.
If you want to bring your men in, try it.
Albright tried it.
He offered Clay Allison $1,000 to gun me.
The trouble with you big pistols,
is you turn into pot guns every time a fight's off it.
Now you'll have to stay here and watch 'em.
But you better get some cotton to plug your ears.
All right, Judge, what's on your mind?
Well, I stopped in at the jail to talk to Earp,
but for personal reasons I decided not to.
No use talking to him.
- With George Hoover away, you're Acting Mayor.
- Yeah.
Can't you persuade Earp to release Bob and Toby?
No, sir. He threw Pete Albright in the same cell.
Albright, eh? It won't do, Mr. Kelly.
You realize that, don't you?
- Well...
- Earp has to release those men.
If he doesn't, he'll have both
the Raikle and the Driscoll outfits treeing the town.
Doesn't the young fool have any respect for his own life?
None at all.
He'll never make old bones.
And that's satisfactory to you, eh?
Listen,
I ain't had a moment's peace since Earp got here.
He's near got me killed four times.
The finest funeral I'd pay for him.
- You sound sincere.
- I am that on oath.
Then why not discharge the man?
Isn't that the simplest way out?
- No, sir.
- Huh?
He's like my own conscience, Judge,
it'd be devillin' me day and night.
A man can't discharge his own conscience.
You rate Mr. Earp rather high.
The bravest and the best, sir.
I hate him and I envy him.
You're gonna back him in this play?
I've no choice... And neither have you, Judge.
But Lord save us all, the man's right.
My daughter seems to agree with you.
Yes... and you talk to Wyatt about that.
It's a father's duty.
Well, a young man with the character you give him...
And he'll die young.
So he's no business leaving your Miss Sally a widow.
I agree with you... And I will talk to him.
Good for you, Judge.
You're Raikle's men?
I'm Toby Driscoll's foreman.
Oh, yeah, you're Big Rants, aren't you?
Wyatt Earp threw both Driscoll and Raikle in jail.
Threw 'em both in jail for what?
Getting a little drunk. Us Driscolls aim to go after Earp.
How about you?
Well, I don't know. He's pretty fast on the draw.
Gunnin's too good for him. We got other plans.
- I'll tell you about it on the way to Dodge.
- All right.
Come on, boys. Let's ride.
Just one second, sir.
Wyatt, Judge Fabian to see you.
Thank you.
- Sit down, sir.
- Thank you.
I, uh... Came to see you on a personal matter.
Look, sir, if it's about Driscoll and...
No, no, no. I will fine them in court tomorrow morning.
Thank you, sir. You see, it's sort of a test case.
We can't afford to treat the cattle owners any different than the hired hands.
- You see...
- Quite so.
My daughter tells me that she's been seeing you socially.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Earp, you're in a dangerous profession.
Yes, sir.
I don't think Sally understands just how dangerous it is.
Well, I sure tried to tell her.
You in love with Sally?
Well, sir, I hope not,
but I'm afraid I am.
Why do you say you hope not?
Well, for the same reason you came here.
We both know what kind of a life a peace officer lives,
what can happen to him.
Sally's from Boston,
and sometimes I get the feeling
that she thinks Dodge City is just a great big Wild West show.
I'm certain of that.
I don't think she realizes
just how violent and brutal life on the frontier can be.
Well, sir, that's why I haven't...
Asked her to marry you?
Yes, sir.
Well, I hope you'll give yourself
time to do some more thinking about it.
I can't pretend that Sally would follow my wishes.
She's like her mother,
who insisted that we move west after the war.
This country demanded more of my wife than her health could stand.
I blame myself. That's why I...
Well, thank you for hearing me out.
Yes, sir.
Good day, Marshal.
Is it so dreadful, you can't tell me?
What did my father say to you?
Just what every father would say.
He was really very nice about it.
What he had to say made sense.
Wyatt, my father's prejudiced against this country
for women, on account of my mother.
I know.
He doesn't want you to marry a man in my line of work.
So that's it.
He's afraid I couldn't face up
against the daily fear of your being hurt.
- I'm a coward.
- You think about it.
I don't want to think about it.
Wyatt, you are in love with me?
Yes, I am,
but it can't come true, not right now.
Why not?
Because of what you are and what I am,
and what life in Dodge is like.
We can't just be married...
Why didn't you shoot back?
He was aiming high. He was just trying to warn me.
I think I would have shot back.
You see, I really am quite tough.
- No, you're not.
- Wyatt,
did I faint? Am I crying?
You haven't seen a man get hit with a .45 slug yet.
I saw you hit Mr. Driscoll with a gun.
You do have courage, Sally.
I have more courage than you.
I'd marry you tomorrow.
Say yes, Wyatt.
Accept the proposal of this bold, bad woman
who loves you so.
- Sally, I love you so much that I...
- Then it's settled.
I'm going to be...
Mrs. Wyatt Earp.
You can't escape now, dear.
Darling, I don't want to escape.
- I just want you to be sure that...
- Wyatt. Wyatt.
You better take Miss Sally right straight back to the hotel.
- Why?
- The Driscoll and Raikle outfits
are headed for town.
Slap his face and wake him up from dreaming.
He's the Marshal of Dodge City, and if he don't think quick,
- he's going to be dead.
- Dead?
I hate to be so blunt, but you need to learn the truth.
Mr. Kelly is an excitable Irisher, Sally.
Don't let Mr. Earp blarney you.
There's a bunch of mean, killing cowhands coming after him.
Very well, then.
I'll have my father deputize every man in town. We'll fight them.
Not this boy. He'll try to do it all by himself.
Oh, now, Wyatt,
you're not that foolhardy, are you?
I've had men coming after me ever since I started as a Marshal.
Nine times out of 10, it was a false alarm,
and the other times...
Well, I'm still living. You go back to your place
and soak your head in a bucket of water. I'll talk to you later.
Mr. Kelly has a large imagination.
Whatever my faults, I ain't a widow maker.
"Widow maker."
Is that supposed to frighten me?
No, it's, uh...
Just bad-tempered Kelly talk.
I wonder if my father couldn't have planned this whole thing.
It's quite possible.
No.
Then, if it is true about the cowhands, what are you going to do?
Well, I'm going to take you back to your hotel.
Then I'm going to have a nice, long talk with Mr. Kelly.
- But the cowhands, he said they were going to...
- Shh!
I ought to punch you. I've let all your remarks about marriage pass,
but what you pulled tonight was the limit.
Save your strength. You're going to need it in the morning.
- For what?
- You ever hear of Big Rants,
the foreman for Toby Driscoll?
No, I can't say as I have. Is he faster than Clay Allison?
He don't fight with guns. He fights with his fists.
That'll be a nice change.
You won't think so. He's bigger than you are,
and he's whipped every top fighter from here to San Antone.
You're trying to tell me that all they're going to do is
get me into a fistfight with Rants?
Driscoll and Raikle ain't stupid.
They know Judge Fabian would call in the soldiers
and hang any man who tried to gun you.
- So there's much ado about nothin'.
- Nothin', is it?!
Rants will beat you to a bloody pulp.
You'll live a cripple the rest of your days, if you don't die.
Maybe. And what was the idea of trying to scare Miss Sally?
I asked you a question.
And you'll get no answer from me.
If you don't know what's wrong with you marrying a girl like her,
I'd never get it through your thick head.
- That widow maker remark, huh?
- Look...
I got some fine brass knuckles around here.
You better try 'em on for size.
I don't need your brass knuckles or anything else.
So you think I'll leave Miss Sally a widow, huh?
It ain't likely.
When Big Rants gets through with you,
there couldn't even be a marriage.
- Quit being a fool. Put these in your pocket.
- No, thanks.
I've seen Big Rants fight. At least let me show you some of his dirty tricks.
I'm not interested, Mr. Kelly.
- In regards to Miss Sally, if I ever hear...
- Get out of my place!
I won't sleep a wink tonight.
I'll see Big Rants's fist breaking your jaw
and cracking your ribs.
He wears Mexican spurs on his boots. I can see 'em now...
Mr. Kelly, will you kindly shut up?
Now, I've found myself a brave girl.
You're the one who ought to be wearing skirts.
Sometimes I think you're my friend,
other times I think you're my enemy.
You do me a favor tomorrow morning and be my friend, huh?
It's a deal.
Just don't try and stop the fight. Promise?
Oh, and I hope you'll stand up for me at my wedding.
You're dreaming, Wyatt.
Ooh!
Judge fined us each a hundred dollars.
300. Count 'em.
That's all right, Mr. Driscoll. I trust you when you're sober.
Thanks.
One other piece of business, Earp.
Some of our boys are waiting outside.
They're not packing guns.
I noticed that through the window.
My foreman, Mr. Rants, would like to have a talk with you.
That is, if you'll take off your guns
and keep your deputies from interrupting the conversation.
I'll tell you, I've already issued the necessary orders.
I just hope you gentlemen have picked out
a nice ringside section.
We're going to enjoy every second you last.
- Your name Rants?
- Yeah.
- That what you wanted?
- Yeah.
Give him the spurs, Rants.
Give him the spurs!
Wyatt, stop it! Stop it!
- What happened? Why is Wyatt fighting?
- He had no choice.
You stop him! His loss is mine.
He'll put his eyes out. He'll blind him.
Can't stop the fight. Rants won't quit.
- Come on, Rants!
- Come on, Rants!
Come on, Rants, get him!
Come on, Rants!
Come on. Get up.
Come on! Come on, Rants!
Wyatt, stop it!
- Come on.
- Stop it!
- Come on, Wyatt!
- Get him now, Rants!
Come on, Rants.
Throw some water on him. He can take more of a beating than this.
No, Wyatt, please! You've whipped him!
Stay back, Sally. Keep her back.
He's had all he can take.
All right, anybody else want some?
Yeah, I do.
If the Driscolls can't whoop you, us Raikles can.
- No, don't fight anymore!
- She's right, you're tired.
Look, I either run this town, or I don't.
Come on! Get up!
You should have gone back to the hotel.
You didn't have to fight that other man.
It was brutal.
I'm in a brutal business.
I told you that. Now you know.
Yes, now I know.
The fight's over, but you better put these on.
She'll feel better about it after she thinks about it.
No.
No, she won't.
She didn't even have to slap my face.
I've quit dreaming, Mr. Kelly.
♪ 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 Warp ♪
♪ 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 ♪