The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp

You have to slow down, Holliday.

I'll be all right in the morning.

No, you won't be all right in the morning.

You've got to have at least two weeks of complete rest.

And I want you to stop drinking immediately.

Why don't you just have me buried?

Never mind the sarcasm.

I still plan to live... Until I die.

Come on, Wyatt.

You ought to go to sleep now.

See you in the morning, Doc.

That was a bad one, Wyatt.

If he keeps on at this rate,

I wouldn't give you a nickel for his chances.

Maybe you could make him see it.

I've tried as hard as you have.

He's stubborn.

Well, at least get him to stop drinking so much.

I'll do what I can, Doc.

The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp starring Hugh O’Brian.

Dr. John H. Holliday was Wyatt Earp’s friend.

As Wyatt was to say in later years,

"Doc was a dentist whom lung disease made a frontier vagabond.

A philosopher whom life had made a caustic wit.

At the same time the nerviest, speediest, deadliest man

with a six-gun I ever knew."

But this friendship was also a burden to the Marshal of Tombstone.

Where do you want this?

Put it on the table.

Anybody see you?

Nope.

I come by the alleys and the back stairs.

Boy, that stuff sure is heavy.

You want the rest of it up here?

No.

What does that label say?

It says "standard 100 proof, bottled in bond."

Just like you ordered, Wyatt.

Ain't nothing to show the proofs been cut in half, neither.

Appears to be a neat job.

Yeah. Yeah, it's perfect.

Think it'll work?

It's gotta work.

Doc hasn't cut down on his drinking.

At least that watered stuff will cut it in half.

Yeah, but what if he starts drinking

twice as much of this here stuff?

that's impossible.

What if he switches brands?

Don't worry. Doc won't switch brands.

No, sir. Doc would rather be caught dead

than drinking any other brand than that.

Go on. Distribute this stuff to the barkeeps down the street.

All right.

I don't think it's gonna work, though.

Shotgun, we gotta do something.

Now, you heard what Dr. Goodfellow said, didn't you?

Yeah, he said it's bad all right.

If it wasn't, I wouldn't pull something like this

or if I could think of another way.

Go on, take it down the street.

Poor Doc.

Morning, Doc.

Greetings, Hogan.

usual? - yes.

Ah!

What kind of liquor is this?

Tastes like soda pop.

Let's try another bottle.

Yes, sir.

What's wrong with it?

I don't know.

You try some.

Yes, sir.

Strong?

Like a mule.

I've been drinking this brand for 20 years.

It's either a spoiled mash or it's been cut.

Cut?

It's 100 proof, Doc.

You broke the seal yourself.

I'm not accusing you, Hogan.

Confronted with a mystery.

And I’m gonna solve it.

And after he left Doc Goodfellow's office,

he went over to the oriental.

Collected a few IOUs over there

and told them fellas that couldn't pay

that they better raise the money by tomorrow or else.

Doc thinks he's gonna die real soon.

Maybe that's good.

Good?

Mr. Gibbs, we should all live as if we're gonna die real soon.

In this business, it could happen.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right, but it's awful bad

on a man like Doc, ain't it?

Well, drinking that much is awful bad, too.

Yeah. Well, he ain't drinking now.

Doc never did believe that he could really die someday.

That's been his trouble all along.

Now maybe he'll take better care of himself.

He won't be so eager to rush into gunfights.

I don't know about that, Wyatt.

Seems to me it could go the other way.

You'll see I’m right.

This will settle him down.

I hope so.

But I ain't as sure as you are.

Come in.

They're paying up, Doc.

Word got around good.

I knew it would.

How much this time, Hogan?

About 1,500, sir.

You count it.

Man is a foolish animal, Hogan.

He exaggerates the value of his own life.

All the gamblers who owe me put together aren't worth $1,500.

Would you put up $1,500 to help them?

Thank the good lord, Doc. I wouldn't know.

That's the best proof there is a Lord.

His divine tolerance.

He allows men free will to go to the devil if they choose.

Yes, sir.

Tom and Frank McLowery are in town.

Oh? Where?

At the Birdcage.

Good.

Any other Clanton men with them?

No, sir, just Tom and Frank.

They're his top guns. Ain't they enough?

No.

I'd like Ringo and Brocius, too.

A good deed I could do before I go.

Yes, sir.

You gotta excuse me, Doc.

I gotta get back to my job.

Right.

I hear Doc Holliday’s drinks turned on him.

Yeah, he can't get no kick out of it at all anymore.

Doc's pickled in alcohol, that's why.

Like a horse with too much oats.

He founders himself.

You gentlemen discussing me?

Hello, Doc.

The whole town is talking about

your drinks turning on you, Doc.

Why don't you change your brand?

And where are your gun belts?

We left 'em on our saddles.

Good.

You'll die in fresh air.

We got nothing against you, Doc.

Where's Wyatt Earp?

Does he figure to bushwhack us out in the street?

Wyatt's not around.

Outside.

Move.

He'll get one of us.

Let me draw first.

No. Wait.

Doc must be pretty bad off

or else he wouldn't take the two of us on

without Earp to back him.

What's the use of maybe one of us dying just to get Doc?

We can't run.

Come on. Get your gun belts fastened.

What's your hurry?

No.

We ain't fighting, Doc.

Get on your horse.

They'll think we're scared.

Let 'em think.

He's gonna die soon anyway.

Earp's the one we want,

and we'll pick our own time.

No fight, Doc.

Easy.

Tom and Frank McLowery.

You pick the fight, Doc?

Mr. Gibbs, that happens to be my business.

No, it happens to be mine.

Really, deacon.

You're my deputy.

Were the McLowerys breaking the law?

Not at the moment.

Let's not argue in the street.

Yeah, you come along, Doc.

You ain't feeling too good.

According to the law.

According to the law.

What does the law care about you?

I've seen you risk your life at least 50 times,

Arresting hoodlums when you should have shot 'em.

Do you know where you are?

You're in Tombstone, Arizona.

You're surrounded by a gang of hoodlums

you haven't even made a dent in.

And a crooked sheriff.