The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp (1955–1961): Season 5, Episode 3 - Tombstone - full transcript
Ignoring Doc Holliday's warning, Wyatt rides unarmed into Tombstone, the most lawless of Western boomtowns, and straight into the battle between miners and cowboys for control of the prosperous silver mining community. Just before Wyatt's arrival, some miners were greased and feathered for trying to enter the cowboys's Birdcage Theatre saloon. Wyatt's attempt to water his horse outside the miner's Oriental Saloon results in a fistfight that lands the ex-lawman and the four miners in the hospital. Wyatt knocked out is helped by Emma Clanton to the hospital adding to the belief Earp is with the Clantons. The mine boss Dick Gird gives the miners the okay to take Earp into custody but he refuses to issue company guns to them. The operator of the hotel and hospital Nellie Cashman tries to persuade Earp to leave town fast but Earp refuses. When Earp doesn't leave town soon enough to suit the miners, he gets into a gun battle in the abandoned mine tunnels that run beneath the town.
Tombstone is 4 miles by the left fork.
But I guess my poker game in Galeyville could wait.
Well, I doubt that, Doctor.
Anyway, I'm goin' in Tombstone alone.
Taking off your guns?
That's right. You hang on to 'em for me, would ya?
If you're goin' in alone, you better keep 'em.
No, sir.
I'm goin' into Tombstone as a land agent for the Earp Brothers, Inc.
I'm not a marshal anymore.
Anyway, an unarmed stranger's a lot safer
than a fella totin' guns.
Wyatt, in Tombstone, they don't care if a man is armed or not.
They just shoot him in the back.
Then they search his body to see what they can steal.
Yeah, I almost forgot that.
Hang onto that for me, too, will ya?
So long, Doc.
You stubborn ox!
You'll find out, and soon,
when you meet up with the Clantons!
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may his story be told ♪
When Wyatt Earp headed for Tombstone,
he was riding toward the toughest town
in the American West,
a town built on one of the richest silver deposits
ever discovered.
In Tombstone, a miner was shot in the back
for a few bags of silver ore.
Immigrant miners fought outlaw cowboys on Allen Street.
Violence ruled Tombstone, which had but one peace officer.
An effort was made to blow up the city jail,
as a gesture of contempt for the dirty politics in Tombstone.
All right, bring 'em out here.
Come on, bring 'em out here, boys.
Come on!
We'll learn you miners to stay away from the Bird Cage.
It's ours!
All right, boys, get to work!
Denver!
Oh, come on now, boys, stop it!
Miss Cashman!
What are you trying to do, Denver, start a riot?
Just greasin' the fellas.
We'll get even!
And they sure will! Why don't you turn 'em loose, Denver?
The Bird Cage is our hangout.
We don't want no dirty miners around here.
The Oriental Saloon is theirs.
They should stay there. Plaster 'em good!
All right, plaster 'em good, and then have your fight.
I'll get the hospital ready.
Get busy with those feathers!
There's some water for you, Candy.
Whoa, stranger! You have to pay me first!
What is it, champagne?
No, sir. It's my water.
Two bits a gallon.
The trough belongs to the Oriental.
Where's the public trough?
Young fella, there ain't no free water in Tombstone.
We haul this water from way down in the valley.
Way down in the valley, huh?
Yes, sir.
All right, here's a half a buck. Give me 2 gallons.
Why, thank you, young fella!
Oh, say, mister, how many horse swallows is 2 gallons?
Hold it, cowboy.
Get your horse away from my trough.
This ain't exactly your trough, Mr. Grogan.
It belongs to the Oriental.
You keep out of this, Ballard.
No cowboys allowed around the Oriental.
It belongs to us miners.
I'm not a cowhand, friend.
Take him to the Bird Cage. That's where he belongs.
Mister, you shouldn't have done that.
It's my fight.
I'm next!
All right, no more fightin'.
I'll take my horse on over to the Bird Cage.
Hey!
Hey, come back! Hey! You're wastin' my water!
Give me that spigot! Give me that spigot!
Give me the spigot! Give me the spigot!
Pour some water on him. He needs it!
Give me the spigot!
Where's the spigot?
All right, boys, give us a hand.
Come on, take him out.
Oh, he's got an awful lump on his head.
Give me a hand!
Ain't no friend of mine, lady.
You help me! Those miners'll come out and beat him some more.
This ain't my fight, lady.
Denver! Denver!
Yes, Miss Clanton?
Oh, Denver, give me a hand with this cowboy.
Oh, Dr. Goodfellow. Thank heavens you're here.
The fighting may start any minute.
Who is it this time?
The cowboys and the miners again.
Don't you ever give up, Nellie?
Cowboys, outlaws and these miners!
You're wasting your sympathy and I'm wasting my time!
Oh, José, come and get this man, will you?
Take the next bed, right over there.
Easy, now! Take it easy.
Well, come in, come in!
You take a lot of time with this miner.
What about the cowboy?
He'll have to wait his turn.
He's not in bad shape.
That miner looks like he's got a broken rib.
The miners started the fight. I saw it.
You saw it?
He could've killed all 4 of them with his fists.
That coward hit him with a club.
That should hold him till I can get back to him.
You look at the cowboy next, huh?
Cowboy, oh... Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm...
What do you think, Doc?
I'm afraid I'll have to operate on this one, Nellie.
But you said the cowboy's next.
All right, all right!
José!
Sí?
Pressure bandage for this fellow's head.
Doctor,
you attend the miners, and a cowboy is turned over to someone else.
Miss Clanton, this cowboy hasn't even got a cracked skull.
That miner needs surgery.
Now, don't pester me. I'm busy!
Howdy!
Where am I?
Tombstone.
This is Dr. Goodfellow and I'm Nellie Cashman.
I have the Cashman Hotel next door.
You got a wallop on the head!
You must be pretty handy with your fists!
For a cowboy.
Usually you fellas are only handy with your guns.
Cowboy? You think I'm a cowhand, huh?
Our local paper calls you fellas cowboys.
Doctor, I'm not a cowboy.
I just came to town to try and buy some real estate.
I hope those miners aren't too bad hurt.
Fractured jaw, busted rib.
I should charge you for the operations,
but you better leave town.
You can't fight 3,000 miners!
Doc, uh...
you look tired.
Why don't you go on in the hotel and have your dinner, huh?
Yeah, I think I'll do that.
Friendly old cuss, ain't he?
You gave him an awful lot of extra work today.
Miss Cashman, I didn't start that fight.
I was just trying to water my horse.
Those miners have just been
greased and feathered by cowboys,
and you're a cowboy.
So it doesn't matter who started it.
What's your name?
Well, I seem to remember Charlie Jones.
Charlie Jones? Well, it suits me.
Mr. Jones, you'd be doing me a favor if you left town.
Mmm! Why?
'Cause I'm trying to stop a big shoot-up between the cowboys and the miners.
Miss Cashman, I'm not a cowboy and I'm not a miner.
You're dressed like one.
Emma Clanton had a Clanton rider bring you in here,
and she says you're a cowboy.
Well...
By the way, where's my horse?
My stable.
Thank you.
Don't thank me, just leave Tombstone.
Emma's probably rounding up that Clanton gang right now.
They've just been itching for an excuse to raid this town, and I'm afraid you're it.
Where's your marshal?
It's an old man.
What about the sheriff?
His office is in Tucson. That's 90 miles from here.
No, there isn't any law here, Mr. Jones. No law at all.
You, uh... You have room for me over at your hotel?
Yes, but...
Mr. Jones, you oughta leave Tombstone before sunup.
The Clantons need a better excuse than me.
And what about the miners? What're you gonna do about them?
Well, Mr. Gird is the biggest mine operator here.
I could talk to him.
Well, then I'll think about leaving town.
Have you seen my boots?
Thank you.
When'd you, uh, first start
being the peacemaker of Tombstone?
Oh, I wouldn't say I'm that.
I just happen to like it here, Mr. Jones.
A lot of people tell you this is a pretty rough town, and it is.
But it can be a fine place to live.
People around here just need to realize
that there's room for everybody here
out anybody being taken advantage of.
Miss Cashman, you're quite a lady.
I know how you feel, boys, but I'll tell you this:
If the Clantons come to make a fight,
I'll unlock the company guns.
What about that cowboy?
If you think he oughta be run out of town, go ahead!
But no company guns!
Papa, he can fight!
He put 3 miners in the hospital with his fists!
Mmm! Most likely I'll hire him!
If you don't hurry, Nellie Cashman'll turn him over to the miners.
The boys should ride into Tombstone and help him.
No, it ain't sensible to make a big fight with 'em.
Just send up a holler for a real Johnny Law in Tombstone.
If this cowboy can shoot, baby, you hire him on the spot.
He wasn't carryin' guns.
Maybe he had to sell 'em for grub.
Take him a couple of mine.
Thanks, Papa. Can I start now?
At night?
Well, I was just afraid that maybe...
Emma honey, I promised your ma you'd be raised a lady,
and by the holy, you've been raised a lady.
And no lady rides into Tombstone after dark!
All right, Papa. Morning then.
G'night.
G'night, baby.
Who's there?
Nellie Cashman.
Come in.
Mr. Jones, there's been a lot of ugly talk amongst the miners.
Won't you please get out of here before it's too late?
Miss Cashman, I'm afraid it's already too late.
Take a look out that window.
Necktie party?
They promised me they'd let you leave.
Now, I-I-I don't know what's happening.
They're wearing guns.
Maybe you better stay here in the hotel.
Has Tombstone always been divided
between the miners and the cowboys?
I'm afraid it's not that simple, Mr. Jones.
You see, the cowboys are what we call insiders.
That means that they're inside the 10% ring
that boss this Territory.
And the Clantons are with them, so they're insiders too.
And what about the miners?
Outsiders.
They want a decent town,
and they fight against the 10% ring and the Clantons.
Where does your marshal stand?
I'm afraid White's out of town.
No, Mr. Gird's still our best chance.
He can control the miners, if...
Miners all around the hotel. Papa loaned you these guns.
So you are a cowboy.
No, Miss Nellie,
but I've never been run out of town.
All right, give me half an hour.
Mr. Gird?
Oh, Miss Cashman.
Mr. Gird, you promised me that you'd let him leave town.
You didn't tell us he was a Clanton gunslinger.
But he's not! I'm sure he's not.
Didn't the Clanton girl just take his guns in to him?
Yes, but...
What do your men plan to do?
Chief White isn't here,
so we're going to take him to jail ourselves.
I won't have my men being beaten up by a Clanton.
If he is a Clanton man, you know he won't stay there 5 minutes.
I can't control my men unless I make the effort.
Now, you tell Jones to come on out here unarmed
and surrender to me.
It's Nellie!
It's all fixed!
You surrender to Gird, he puts you in jail,
and then one of Clanton's judges gets you out of jail.
I'm sorry.
Well, then will you at least try to get out of town?
All right, I owe you that much.
Come on, follow me!
Miners?
Mmm-hmm, they're waiting for you.
There's an old mineshaft down in the cellar.
Follow the drift to the edge of town,
and I'll stall them for a few minutes so you get a head start.
Right.
You wait here. I'll send José with a lantern.
Thank you.
You go left to first slope.
Turn right and follow narrow drift.
Thank you.
Left to edge of town, señor!
Close that behind me.
Sí.
Mr. Jones?
Mr. Jones?
I wonder where he could've gone.
Down the mine slope in your cellar, but we'll get him.
Now, I know you mean well, Nellie, but you keep out of it.
All right, you two boys go in this one
and start towards Allen Street from here.
Come down here, and you'll get a bullet.
Don't shoot! You might hit Tad or Mike!
José, put him in the last bed, will you?
Take it easy!
Take the bed over there.
Easy! José, can you get this man?
Mr. Gird...
you and Miss Nellie are fools!
Besides these men, how many has he killed?
None we could find, and we can't find him either.
Now, Doc, Mr. Jones is a decent man.
After all, he could've killed 15 or 20 men.
Decent!
If he had one ounce of decency, he would've killed 'em!
Now I've gotta work all day, extracting .45 slugs.
My company will pay you, Doctor.
I don't need money! I need time!
Wyatt! What're you doin', minin' or fightin'?
I've been fightin'.
Where have you been and where are my guns?
I got 'em right here.
Is the fight still goin' on or did you get selfish?
What, with 3,000 miners?
If you wanna do some fightin', there's still plenty left.
I'm gonna go and try and find Dick Gird.
He's the head of the miners.
He oughta be over at the hospital.
You hang onto those guns. They're Emma Clanton's.
You were right, Doc, this is the meanest town I ever saw.
You sure emptied this street.
What do you got against Dick Gird?
He could've called the miners off, being that as he runs 'em.
Does he know who you are?
No, he thinks I'm a cowboy. Wait here, would ya?
No worries, Sam, you'll be back in action in no time.
Mr. Gird, I'd like to talk to you outside.
You! I'd like nothing better!
Mr. Gird, if you wanna go on with this fight,
you're gonna be next.
When I came into this town, I was unarmed and alone.
A Clanton is never alone!
Him a Clanton? Looks like I'll have to introduce you gentlemen.
Dick Gird, I want you to meet Wyatt Earp.
Wyatt Earp, from Dodge City?
Look out!
Well, you're Wyatt Earp, all right.
I'll tell my boys the fighting's over.
Come on, you ain't hit that bad.
Maybe it's just begun.
What makes you think so?
We miners made a mistake about him.
We won't bother him again.
Can you vouch for the Clantons, too?
They won't start anything without a reason.
The Deacon has the miserable character of a man
who can't turn his back on evil, and Tombstone is evil.
Well, Doc, I ain't gonna be here that long.
♪ 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 ♪
But I guess my poker game in Galeyville could wait.
Well, I doubt that, Doctor.
Anyway, I'm goin' in Tombstone alone.
Taking off your guns?
That's right. You hang on to 'em for me, would ya?
If you're goin' in alone, you better keep 'em.
No, sir.
I'm goin' into Tombstone as a land agent for the Earp Brothers, Inc.
I'm not a marshal anymore.
Anyway, an unarmed stranger's a lot safer
than a fella totin' guns.
Wyatt, in Tombstone, they don't care if a man is armed or not.
They just shoot him in the back.
Then they search his body to see what they can steal.
Yeah, I almost forgot that.
Hang onto that for me, too, will ya?
So long, Doc.
You stubborn ox!
You'll find out, and soon,
when you meet up with the Clantons!
♪ Wyatt Earp, Wyatt Earp ♪
♪ Brave, courageous and bold ♪
♪ Long live his fame and long live his glory ♪
♪ And long may his story be told ♪
When Wyatt Earp headed for Tombstone,
he was riding toward the toughest town
in the American West,
a town built on one of the richest silver deposits
ever discovered.
In Tombstone, a miner was shot in the back
for a few bags of silver ore.
Immigrant miners fought outlaw cowboys on Allen Street.
Violence ruled Tombstone, which had but one peace officer.
An effort was made to blow up the city jail,
as a gesture of contempt for the dirty politics in Tombstone.
All right, bring 'em out here.
Come on, bring 'em out here, boys.
Come on!
We'll learn you miners to stay away from the Bird Cage.
It's ours!
All right, boys, get to work!
Denver!
Oh, come on now, boys, stop it!
Miss Cashman!
What are you trying to do, Denver, start a riot?
Just greasin' the fellas.
We'll get even!
And they sure will! Why don't you turn 'em loose, Denver?
The Bird Cage is our hangout.
We don't want no dirty miners around here.
The Oriental Saloon is theirs.
They should stay there. Plaster 'em good!
All right, plaster 'em good, and then have your fight.
I'll get the hospital ready.
Get busy with those feathers!
There's some water for you, Candy.
Whoa, stranger! You have to pay me first!
What is it, champagne?
No, sir. It's my water.
Two bits a gallon.
The trough belongs to the Oriental.
Where's the public trough?
Young fella, there ain't no free water in Tombstone.
We haul this water from way down in the valley.
Way down in the valley, huh?
Yes, sir.
All right, here's a half a buck. Give me 2 gallons.
Why, thank you, young fella!
Oh, say, mister, how many horse swallows is 2 gallons?
Hold it, cowboy.
Get your horse away from my trough.
This ain't exactly your trough, Mr. Grogan.
It belongs to the Oriental.
You keep out of this, Ballard.
No cowboys allowed around the Oriental.
It belongs to us miners.
I'm not a cowhand, friend.
Take him to the Bird Cage. That's where he belongs.
Mister, you shouldn't have done that.
It's my fight.
I'm next!
All right, no more fightin'.
I'll take my horse on over to the Bird Cage.
Hey!
Hey, come back! Hey! You're wastin' my water!
Give me that spigot! Give me that spigot!
Give me the spigot! Give me the spigot!
Pour some water on him. He needs it!
Give me the spigot!
Where's the spigot?
All right, boys, give us a hand.
Come on, take him out.
Oh, he's got an awful lump on his head.
Give me a hand!
Ain't no friend of mine, lady.
You help me! Those miners'll come out and beat him some more.
This ain't my fight, lady.
Denver! Denver!
Yes, Miss Clanton?
Oh, Denver, give me a hand with this cowboy.
Oh, Dr. Goodfellow. Thank heavens you're here.
The fighting may start any minute.
Who is it this time?
The cowboys and the miners again.
Don't you ever give up, Nellie?
Cowboys, outlaws and these miners!
You're wasting your sympathy and I'm wasting my time!
Oh, José, come and get this man, will you?
Take the next bed, right over there.
Easy, now! Take it easy.
Well, come in, come in!
You take a lot of time with this miner.
What about the cowboy?
He'll have to wait his turn.
He's not in bad shape.
That miner looks like he's got a broken rib.
The miners started the fight. I saw it.
You saw it?
He could've killed all 4 of them with his fists.
That coward hit him with a club.
That should hold him till I can get back to him.
You look at the cowboy next, huh?
Cowboy, oh... Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm...
What do you think, Doc?
I'm afraid I'll have to operate on this one, Nellie.
But you said the cowboy's next.
All right, all right!
José!
Sí?
Pressure bandage for this fellow's head.
Doctor,
you attend the miners, and a cowboy is turned over to someone else.
Miss Clanton, this cowboy hasn't even got a cracked skull.
That miner needs surgery.
Now, don't pester me. I'm busy!
Howdy!
Where am I?
Tombstone.
This is Dr. Goodfellow and I'm Nellie Cashman.
I have the Cashman Hotel next door.
You got a wallop on the head!
You must be pretty handy with your fists!
For a cowboy.
Usually you fellas are only handy with your guns.
Cowboy? You think I'm a cowhand, huh?
Our local paper calls you fellas cowboys.
Doctor, I'm not a cowboy.
I just came to town to try and buy some real estate.
I hope those miners aren't too bad hurt.
Fractured jaw, busted rib.
I should charge you for the operations,
but you better leave town.
You can't fight 3,000 miners!
Doc, uh...
you look tired.
Why don't you go on in the hotel and have your dinner, huh?
Yeah, I think I'll do that.
Friendly old cuss, ain't he?
You gave him an awful lot of extra work today.
Miss Cashman, I didn't start that fight.
I was just trying to water my horse.
Those miners have just been
greased and feathered by cowboys,
and you're a cowboy.
So it doesn't matter who started it.
What's your name?
Well, I seem to remember Charlie Jones.
Charlie Jones? Well, it suits me.
Mr. Jones, you'd be doing me a favor if you left town.
Mmm! Why?
'Cause I'm trying to stop a big shoot-up between the cowboys and the miners.
Miss Cashman, I'm not a cowboy and I'm not a miner.
You're dressed like one.
Emma Clanton had a Clanton rider bring you in here,
and she says you're a cowboy.
Well...
By the way, where's my horse?
My stable.
Thank you.
Don't thank me, just leave Tombstone.
Emma's probably rounding up that Clanton gang right now.
They've just been itching for an excuse to raid this town, and I'm afraid you're it.
Where's your marshal?
It's an old man.
What about the sheriff?
His office is in Tucson. That's 90 miles from here.
No, there isn't any law here, Mr. Jones. No law at all.
You, uh... You have room for me over at your hotel?
Yes, but...
Mr. Jones, you oughta leave Tombstone before sunup.
The Clantons need a better excuse than me.
And what about the miners? What're you gonna do about them?
Well, Mr. Gird is the biggest mine operator here.
I could talk to him.
Well, then I'll think about leaving town.
Have you seen my boots?
Thank you.
When'd you, uh, first start
being the peacemaker of Tombstone?
Oh, I wouldn't say I'm that.
I just happen to like it here, Mr. Jones.
A lot of people tell you this is a pretty rough town, and it is.
But it can be a fine place to live.
People around here just need to realize
that there's room for everybody here
out anybody being taken advantage of.
Miss Cashman, you're quite a lady.
I know how you feel, boys, but I'll tell you this:
If the Clantons come to make a fight,
I'll unlock the company guns.
What about that cowboy?
If you think he oughta be run out of town, go ahead!
But no company guns!
Papa, he can fight!
He put 3 miners in the hospital with his fists!
Mmm! Most likely I'll hire him!
If you don't hurry, Nellie Cashman'll turn him over to the miners.
The boys should ride into Tombstone and help him.
No, it ain't sensible to make a big fight with 'em.
Just send up a holler for a real Johnny Law in Tombstone.
If this cowboy can shoot, baby, you hire him on the spot.
He wasn't carryin' guns.
Maybe he had to sell 'em for grub.
Take him a couple of mine.
Thanks, Papa. Can I start now?
At night?
Well, I was just afraid that maybe...
Emma honey, I promised your ma you'd be raised a lady,
and by the holy, you've been raised a lady.
And no lady rides into Tombstone after dark!
All right, Papa. Morning then.
G'night.
G'night, baby.
Who's there?
Nellie Cashman.
Come in.
Mr. Jones, there's been a lot of ugly talk amongst the miners.
Won't you please get out of here before it's too late?
Miss Cashman, I'm afraid it's already too late.
Take a look out that window.
Necktie party?
They promised me they'd let you leave.
Now, I-I-I don't know what's happening.
They're wearing guns.
Maybe you better stay here in the hotel.
Has Tombstone always been divided
between the miners and the cowboys?
I'm afraid it's not that simple, Mr. Jones.
You see, the cowboys are what we call insiders.
That means that they're inside the 10% ring
that boss this Territory.
And the Clantons are with them, so they're insiders too.
And what about the miners?
Outsiders.
They want a decent town,
and they fight against the 10% ring and the Clantons.
Where does your marshal stand?
I'm afraid White's out of town.
No, Mr. Gird's still our best chance.
He can control the miners, if...
Miners all around the hotel. Papa loaned you these guns.
So you are a cowboy.
No, Miss Nellie,
but I've never been run out of town.
All right, give me half an hour.
Mr. Gird?
Oh, Miss Cashman.
Mr. Gird, you promised me that you'd let him leave town.
You didn't tell us he was a Clanton gunslinger.
But he's not! I'm sure he's not.
Didn't the Clanton girl just take his guns in to him?
Yes, but...
What do your men plan to do?
Chief White isn't here,
so we're going to take him to jail ourselves.
I won't have my men being beaten up by a Clanton.
If he is a Clanton man, you know he won't stay there 5 minutes.
I can't control my men unless I make the effort.
Now, you tell Jones to come on out here unarmed
and surrender to me.
It's Nellie!
It's all fixed!
You surrender to Gird, he puts you in jail,
and then one of Clanton's judges gets you out of jail.
I'm sorry.
Well, then will you at least try to get out of town?
All right, I owe you that much.
Come on, follow me!
Miners?
Mmm-hmm, they're waiting for you.
There's an old mineshaft down in the cellar.
Follow the drift to the edge of town,
and I'll stall them for a few minutes so you get a head start.
Right.
You wait here. I'll send José with a lantern.
Thank you.
You go left to first slope.
Turn right and follow narrow drift.
Thank you.
Left to edge of town, señor!
Close that behind me.
Sí.
Mr. Jones?
Mr. Jones?
I wonder where he could've gone.
Down the mine slope in your cellar, but we'll get him.
Now, I know you mean well, Nellie, but you keep out of it.
All right, you two boys go in this one
and start towards Allen Street from here.
Come down here, and you'll get a bullet.
Don't shoot! You might hit Tad or Mike!
José, put him in the last bed, will you?
Take it easy!
Take the bed over there.
Easy! José, can you get this man?
Mr. Gird...
you and Miss Nellie are fools!
Besides these men, how many has he killed?
None we could find, and we can't find him either.
Now, Doc, Mr. Jones is a decent man.
After all, he could've killed 15 or 20 men.
Decent!
If he had one ounce of decency, he would've killed 'em!
Now I've gotta work all day, extracting .45 slugs.
My company will pay you, Doctor.
I don't need money! I need time!
Wyatt! What're you doin', minin' or fightin'?
I've been fightin'.
Where have you been and where are my guns?
I got 'em right here.
Is the fight still goin' on or did you get selfish?
What, with 3,000 miners?
If you wanna do some fightin', there's still plenty left.
I'm gonna go and try and find Dick Gird.
He's the head of the miners.
He oughta be over at the hospital.
You hang onto those guns. They're Emma Clanton's.
You were right, Doc, this is the meanest town I ever saw.
You sure emptied this street.
What do you got against Dick Gird?
He could've called the miners off, being that as he runs 'em.
Does he know who you are?
No, he thinks I'm a cowboy. Wait here, would ya?
No worries, Sam, you'll be back in action in no time.
Mr. Gird, I'd like to talk to you outside.
You! I'd like nothing better!
Mr. Gird, if you wanna go on with this fight,
you're gonna be next.
When I came into this town, I was unarmed and alone.
A Clanton is never alone!
Him a Clanton? Looks like I'll have to introduce you gentlemen.
Dick Gird, I want you to meet Wyatt Earp.
Wyatt Earp, from Dodge City?
Look out!
Well, you're Wyatt Earp, all right.
I'll tell my boys the fighting's over.
Come on, you ain't hit that bad.
Maybe it's just begun.
What makes you think so?
We miners made a mistake about him.
We won't bother him again.
Can you vouch for the Clantons, too?
They won't start anything without a reason.
The Deacon has the miserable character of a man
who can't turn his back on evil, and Tombstone is evil.
Well, Doc, I ain't gonna be here that long.
♪ 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 ♪