The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp (1955–1961): Season 3, Episode 1 - Call Me Your Honor - full transcript

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♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪

♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪

♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪

♪ And long may his story be told ♪

Not too long ago, we did the memory of

Mr. James Kelly, grave injustice.

We portrayed him as an excellent keeper

and a tragic lover of Dora Hand.

We showed his return to Dodge cityas a reformed hoodlum

sworn to uphold the fast gun arm of Wyatt Earp as Marshal.



But we neglected to describe what happened

when desperate citizens begged Jim Kelly to run for mayor.

Would he stand by his old friend, Marshal Earp

or would the power and glory of being the mayor

go to Kelly's head?

To be blunt about it, would Kelly sell out Wyatt

for a title and a high silk hat.

What's wrong, Wyatt?

The committee voted to nominate Mr. Kelly.

You're his friend, aren't you?

That doesn't mean he's gonna be a good mayor.

- Why not?
- Because politics..

Well, politics does strange things to some people.

Well, Kelly's reformed. He's no longer a hoodlum.



He's the only one who stands a chance at beating Slip Madigan.

The office moves the man, Wyatt.

As mayor, Kelly will have something to live up to.

- It could work out that way.
- Well, let's go see him.

He might have to be persuaded, so let me do the talking.

Judge Tobin, you are chairman of the party.

Come on, Jim. Give me the gun.

That's a pretty good gun.

Put that under your coat and get out from behind.

Don't tell me about any trouble you get into.

I ain't gonna get no trouble.

Here, thanks.

'Well, Judge Tobin, Wyatt. Howdy!'

Oh, that was... Grip Hanks.

An old pal of mine from the long branch days.

What kind of gun did you sell?

Gun? Who?

- Grip Hanks.
- I didn't.

- You didn't, eh?
- Well, what if I did?

Griff needs a weapon. As a fellow from the circle.

Any law against selling a gun to an old friend, Judge?

- Well...
- Never mind. Doesn't matter.

I'll take it from him before he gets too drunk anyway.

Now, the judge has got something really important to discuss.

Yes, I have, Mr. Kelly.

The committee has nominated you to run for mayor.

Mayor? Is over Dodge city?

Not me. You're joking.

Hey, what trick is this now?

We're serious and I hope you take it just as seriously.

See, Mr. Kelly, there are people in this town

that feel that you might be capable for the job.

And if you run, and you do win, it's not gonna be a walkway.

Not with Madigan's popularity south of the line.

Those votes are gonna be hard to win.

Bah! Madigan..

That hoodlum runs a saloon on cheap whisky and crooked cards.

But I trace Madigan's ancestry back to Dublin itself.

And they're jail birds. Every one of them.

Do you think I'm exaggerating, marshal?

Well, no, sir. I mean... Your Honor.

Your Honor? Well, alright.

Now, mind you, judge.

It's gonna be a hard hitting campaign.

'No holds barred.'

- Tell the voters the truth.
- The whole truth.

Yes, sir, I'll open my campaign with the truth.

'And a grand beer bust.'

And in my first speech...

- What's so funny, Wyatt?
- Well, nothing.

I-I was wondering whether you should wear one of those

high silk hats, south of the line.

- What do you think, Judge?
- Irrelevant and immaterial.

Thank you, Mr. Kelly. I will report to the committee.

Why, thank you. And tell them I appreciate the high honor.

- That I'll do.
- Hold on.

You're for me or against me?

Well, Mr. Kelly, I don't think that's gonna be the question.

- Indeed.
- Yes, sir.

Mr. Madigan has already told the newspapers that he wants

a new marshal now, what will you tell them?

Well, Wyatt, you don't think I'd go back on you.

I don't think a marshal's job should be a political issue.

Well, it won't be.

I'll settle that in my first speech.

Jim Kelly stands by his friends.

There won't be any politics about your job.

You can arrest just as many republicans as democrats.

- Well, I always have.
- Why, sure.

And as for the silk hat, why, the voters respect dignity.

First... I may have to buy a couple of new ones.

Why, they love me, south of the line.

'They won't take any offence to seeing me wear... '

They love you, my foot.

You don't wanna go shooting our next mayor.

No. I beg your pardon.

Gentlemen, step right in.

I've got two more barrels in the courtroom.

'Come on now, gentleman. Compliments of Jim Kelly.'

'I want everybody to..'

Go on, Slip. Tackle him right now.

No, no.

I won't gain any votes interfering with the beer bust.

Just ask the main question. The big issue in this campaign.

No time to waste, Slip.

James, come out here.

Here comes Madigan. Be careful of what you say.

Alright.

Well, howdy, Slip? Have a beer on me.

- No, thanks.
- Oh, come on.

"We've been calli" each other names.

That's part of any campaign.

My friends

I want to give you my worthy opponent, Slip Madigan.

Hurray!

Well, Jim.

Answer me one question. Then we'll drink.

Well, then I'm glad you have a question.

Certainly, now, what is it?

I promise to fire Wyatt Earp if I'm elected.

What are you gonna do about Earp?

- Don't you answer that, Jim.
- Well, it's a fair question.

Wyatt Earp, sir, is my personal friend.

He is also the ablest marshal the Dodge city ever had.

You still ain't said it in plain words.

Are you gonna fire Earp or not?

Fire Wyatt?

Not even to get the vote of hoodlum element, will I?

Oh, shut up. This is my meeting and you're swigging my beer.

Stop that. Cut it out.

'Call me, dog Kelly, but I'm not gonna fire Wyatt Earp.'

Aren't we gonna break it up?

I think Mr. Kelly's doing pretty well.

We bird in, might cost him the election.

Why all the gloom? Yesterday's troubles are over.

Let's hear from Hulk Smith, my campaign manager.

Come on, Hulk. Talk up.

Alright, Jim. I'm gonna give it to you straight.

As long as you keep on backing Wyatt Earp

you're gonna get licked.

It can't be like that.

The voters respect a man for his loyalty to his friends.

Well, you denying that?

Yes, I am.

And that part of town where voters like you

but they don't like Wyatt.

He isn't necessary to you, Jim. Get rid of him.

You can hire a new marshal.

Good enough to handle Dodge the way it is right now.

You fellows backing out on me?

Not if you'll be practical.

Change your mind about the big issue.

Well, I'll never break my word.

Alright.

There's only one last thing for me to do.

I'm gonna go talk to Wyatt Earp.

- You mean, ask him to resign?
- That's right.

Why should he do that?

Maybe he'd like to see you elected mayor.

Well, I don't like it and I don't want you to use my name.

♪ ...sour apple tree ♪

♪ Sour apple tree, sour apple tree ♪

♪ You hang Wyatt Earp to a sour apple tree ♪

♪ While his soul goes marching on.. ♪

Take a look at that, Jim. That's your answer.

♪ Sour apple tree, sour apple tree ♪

♪ We'll hang Wyatt Earp to a sour apple tree ♪

♪ While his soul goes marching on ♪

♪ We'll hang Wyatt Earp to a sour apple tree ♪

♪ Sour apple tree, sour apple tree ♪

♪ We'll hang Wyatt Earp to a sour apple tree ♪

♪ While his soul goes marching on ♪

♪ We'll hang Wyatt Earp to a sour apple tree.. ♪

Just some riff raff that Slip hired.

No, Jim.

Never votes.

But I don't guess, you really wanna be mayor, do you?

Not if I have to.

I got an idea. I think I'll go see Wyatt.

He's the issue that's killing us.

Talk Turkey to him, Jim.

Or take a lickin' at the polls.

Well, I'll go get my hat.

Maybe things aren't as bad as they seem, Wyatt.

If Kelly stands his ground, public opinion could change.

Let's be honest, Judge.

Bat Masterson got elected Sheriff in spite of me.

People thought he'd be a good man for the job.

Let's face it, I'm a political liability.

That's why George Holden won't even run for office, again.

He's tired of taking abuse from folks who don't want me here.

He always stood by you loyally.

Yes, he has. He's been a good friend.

He was already elected when he told me to come from Wichita.

He didn't have to run for an office with me in his bag.

Mr. Kelly still seems confident.

What's a fightin' Irish in him?

But, good Jim Kelly.

He wants to be elected I can't say I blame him.

Are you suggesting that Mr. Kelly would..

Oh, nonsense. He knows what would happen to this town

if you gave in to the hoodlum pressure.

Furthermore, there's a whole lot to be...

Well, what is this? A wake?

You both look like you've been

reading the election returns, the wrong way.

Nothing like that, Mr. Kelly. We picked a fighter.

To the bitter end.

- Now, Wyatt.
- Now, Judge.

You let me talk to this fellow.

Something might be said to the circuit judge shouldn't hear.

I can take a hit.

Oh, Mr. Kelly

Wyatt seems to think that you might give in to the hoodlums.

Never. Why, I'm just starting to fight.

Good.

Wyatt, I think you should apologize to our next mayor.

It's hard to believe

my best friend doubting my true pledged work.

Why don't you take off that highfalutin' top hat?

Your campaign manager, Mr. Hook Smith

has been passing the word around the saloons

that you're gonna fire me.

Why, the double-crossing rascal.

Why, there's not a word of truth in it. I'll fire him.

Alright, I apologize.

A little coffee left over here from this morning.

Sit down and rest yourself, I'll heat it up.

But I'm gonna promise to fire you.

No, political strategy wise, Rob Madigan is one big issue.

'And I get elected.'

'As soon as I'm mayor, I'll announce that I can't find'

'a suitable replacement for you.'

Political strategy, understand?

I'm mayor and you're still marshal.

- No, sir.
- What?

Mr. Kelly, I'm not the issue.

There's plenty of men that you can hire to take my place.

- You're the issue.
- Now, Wyatt.

You remember Dora Hand? Well, I do.

She took you out of a crummy saloon

'and made you promise that you were finished with hoodlums.'

Maybe that promise to the woman you loved

isn't any better than the one you aimed at make

and break now to get elected.

Alright, taken. I will fire you.

- No, you won't. I'm quitting.
- No, Wyatt.

I've done it before, I can do it again.

Now, Wyatt. Think this over.

Nothing to think about it or talk about it.

Can't you ever be practical just once?

Do you always have to be such a sanctimonious holy Joe?

Al, come in.

What good it'll do for me to stand by you

and have Madigan get elected.

He'll turn Dodge into a hoodlum cow town

and you know it.

Al, take this over to Judge Tobin.

Have him hold it for Mayor Hober when he comes back.

Yes, sir.

- Wyatt thinks he is quitting.
- Quitting?

I'll take a nice long rest, maybe a little buffalo hunt.

Well, that's your business, Wyatt

but... it's gonna be pretty rough on Dodge.

I guess me and the rest of the deputies will turn in our stars.

Indeed, why?

The marshal keeps us alive, Mr. Kelly.

I can hire a dozen better marshals than you.

I'll keep the peace in Dodge.

I'll teach you, you're no high monkey monk.

Dodge can get along without you.

Well, I think you can, Mr. Kelly.

Gentlemen, your attention, please.

My friends, I have big and important news for you.

Wyatt Earp is leaving Dodge city.

Our next mayor, the honorable, Jim Kelly

has forced him to quit before election day.

Now, boys, have a good time and spread the news.

Now, if I can carry just two pieces

then there is the other side of the town hole.

Well, I think I got a pretty good chance of getting...

As you said, Wyatt Earp turned in his resignation.

Well, how did this happen?

Turkey double-crossing Kelly.

He must have bought him off or something

and Hook Smith's giving Kelly full credit with the voters.

Well, there goes the election tomorrow.

But it isn't gonna be so bad.

Well, this time running wide open my place will be

a ripping and a roaring.

Yeah, Dodge city wide open. Old Dodge.

Kelly's gonna win.

I told you, he'd win.

I thank you.

Now, my friends, a great big hand for our new mayor.

The honorable, Jim Kelly.

Thank you, my friends, I'm not gonna make a speech.

You heard enough of that gabble during the election.

I just wanna introduce to you Dodge city's new marshal

Mr. Dave Dorell.

Howdy, folks? Mighty nice being here.

'Mr. Dorell comes to Dodge after a fine career'

'as a peace officer in Texas.'

I have assured him that he will have the full support

of your mayor and the city council.

Spread the word around the cattle camps

that Earp is leaving today.

We can open up this town tonight any time after dark.

Well, I don't know, Slip.

I should stick around until I see Earp leave with my own eyes.

- Hello, Wyatt.
- Hello, Judge.

I still don't understand what you're trying to prove.

I want Mr. Kelly to learn that you can't compromise

with hoodlums.

Wyatt, you can't shrug off all the good work you've done here.

What if everything breaks loose and Dorell can't handle it?

Well, I'll be going on a North West trace.

Mr. Kelly asked me to come back in writing

and send a man after me.

You really wanna know why I'm quitting?

Yes, I do.

Well, I tell you.

Every man gets to thinking he's indispensable.

And I needed this to happen worse than Mr. Kelly.

- Good luck, Judge.
- Good luck, Wyatt.

Do me one last favor, will you?

Don't leave Dodge by the side street

go right down the main drag, will ya?

Well, I hate goodbyes, but I sure owe you a favor.

I'll be seeing ya.

Here he comes.

We hate to see you go, marshal.

Come back and good luck, marshal.

- I'll be seeing ya.
- Happy journey, marshal.

Well, you seen it with your own eyes.

Go tell the cow camps they can tree Dodge tonight.

Yeah. Sure, Slip. Why, I'll do that.

- Where are you going?
- You boys asking for trouble?

- Who do you think you are?
- The name is Dave Dorell.

I'm the new marshal here.

It's true they got rid of Wyatt.

And they hired me.

Now, you boys go check your guns and cool off.

Get 'em up, marshal. Get 'em up.

Gimme those guns, marshal. You don't need 'em.

You don't need the badge either.

Get him up on his feet here.

The boots you're trying to fill are mighty big for you.

Now, put him on that rig and get him out of town.

See him out of town.

Go on get going.

Glory be.

- Never mind that, Jim.
- I'm just closing up.

The new marshal Mr. Dorell will take care of those hoodlums.

He can't. They just drove him out of town.

Come here.

Now, you re-appoint Wyatt as marshal, ask him to come back.

No, judge. Never will I. It's a matter of principle with...

Start writing.

Those cowhands will have Dodge torn to pieces if you wait.

- Well...
- No argument. Write.

- Open up, Mr. Kelly.
- 'Who is it?'

You know who it is, open up.

Judge Tobin made me send for you, it was none of my doing.

A dozen of cowhands across the line

they're heading this way.

Well, the boys are all friends of mine.

I'll go have a talk to them.

Sure. Where's Dave Dorell and all of his deputies?

Well, I ain't saying.

Well.

You want me to crawl and beg?

Mr. Kelly, I don't want nothing except to go to sleep.

You go on and talk to your friends.

Now, nothing too rough, fellas

we just wanna have a little fun with his honor.

Hey, Kelly, you in there?

Come on out, Kelly!

Careful. Don't break the door, we don't wanna hurt him.

Hey, Kelly, come on out!

My friends.

Drunken hoodlums everyone.

And that was Slip Madigan, sore-headed 'cause he ain't mad.

Come on out, Kelly!

That settles it, I'm going out there...

Without a gun, you wouldn't last two minutes.

Well, I thought so.

Trying to make me a coward.

Wyatt, you hear me?

Stop that, you scum. I'm coming out.

Wait a minute.

You're gonna go out there, take out your gun belt.

I'm the mayor of this town, and I'll have law and order.

Alright, Madigan, we'll settle this.

I'm waiting, Slip.

No fights, Your Honor. Can't you take a joke?

It's no joke shooting up my store.

I'm arresting all of you. Get your hands up and head for jail.

Well, anybody else wanna try shooting it out with me?

Now, pick up that man and take him along.

Next time, I'll have to shoot all of you between the eyes.

'You're bluffers all of ya, every scummy one of ya.'

Never can stand up to a fearless man that knows how to shoot.

Now, pick up that man and take him along. Come on, all of you.

Move. Come on, both of you. Not gonna have any more of this.

Don't be a fool. It's Earp. Wyatt Earp.

Marshal, I want all of these men taken to jail.

Yes, sir, but I think you better give me your gun.

And I want these hoodlums prosecuted

to the full extent of the law.

And I'll back you to the last ditch.

Well, thank you, Your Honor.

Hey, Slip, what's the idea?

I was told the boys had Dodge street.

- Why ain't the town wide open?
- Take a look across the street.

Uh-oh.

Sudden death on two feet.

We were told Kelly fired him.

That dirty Irish must've changed his mind after he got elected.

Jim, I hope you and Wyatt

have got one thing settled between you.

No man is indispensable, but a lot of men

are awful hard to replace.

Replace Wyatt? That fine, brave church deacon of a man.

I'd resign first.

♪ 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 ♪

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