The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp

Hey, you in there, quit shooting!

Come on out and let's talk.

We're peaceful.

All we want is some vittles.

Do you believe that food is all they're after?

Well, we'll find out.

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

In the early west, men suffered from almost

all the diseases that flesh is heir to.

And there were few doctors to treat them.

One of the worst afflictions and one of the most virulent

was one no doctor could treat.

Gold fever. More often the cure of that disease called

for the services of Marshal Wyatt Earp.

- Howdy, Doc Goodfellow. - Hi.

- You're out late, Doctor. - Just made a sick call.

I haven't been feeling too good lately, Doctor.

I'd like to get your professional advice.

I told you before, Holliday.

Get to bed early and quit drinking.

Fat chance.

Hey, what are you doing?

- It's Odie Hewitt. - Hewitt.

Just hold up there.

Doc!

Doc Goodfellow!

Doctor.

Earp!

They stole enough guns and bullets to last 'em a month.

- How is he? - He's hit bad.

Give me a hand.

I don't know why he isn't dead, Wyatt.

That bullet's mighty close to his heart.

It's gotta come out.

Can you do it?

I'm a dentist.

This is a job for a skilled surgeon.

I can perform simple surgery, but not this.

I'd kill him for sure.

He's gonna die if you don't.

Maybe not, Wyatt, but it's far beyond me.

Mr. Gibbs, saddle my horse.

I'll go to Tucson and bring another doctor back.

You won't have to go that far, Wyatt. Haven't got that much time.

- There's one much closer. - Where?

Up at Jake's cabin, south of the relay station.

He's panning gold up in the hills.

That's right. He was through here a while back.

Let's bring him over to the jail.

- What's his name? - Mason. Henry Mason.

He's a former pupil of Dr. Goodfellow's

in that medical school back east.

He showed great promise of becoming a great surgeon.

What's he doing panning for gold in Arizona?

He has gold fever.

Got a secret tip from one of his patients.

Came out here to find him.

All right, I'll go get him.

You keep him alive until I get back.

I'll try, Wyatt.

Want me to get up a posse and go after Hewitt?

Yeah, they'll head straight for Mexico.

You try to get to the border first. Take a shortcut

and cross at Agua Prieta. Remember Captain Diaz?

Yeah, Mexican Rurales.

That's right. You tell them to expect him.

Right.

Go away, mister. This is private property,

and I don't want to have to hurt you.

No need to shoot at me, ma'am.

I'm not gonna harm you.

Stay back.

Don't come any nearer, or I'll fire.

Strangers aren't welcome here.

Ma'am, I'm a United States Marshal.

You needn't have any fear of me.

Well, if that's true, you'll go away and leave us alone.

I rode an awful long way to see somebody.

Who?

Dr. Henry Mason. Is he here?

No, now turn around and go.

Where is the doctor?

What do you want with him?

I have to talk to him.

Well, why? He's done nothing wrong.

I know that, but I have to talk to him.

A man's life depends on it.

Stay back!

I don't think you'll shoot, ma'am.

You don't wanna kill anybody and you know I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm sorry I frightened you, ma'am.

But I am a United States Marshal.

And I can't go back without the doctor.

You said a man's life depends on my husband?

Yes, our doctor in Tombstone was shot.

And he's gonna die unless your husband operates on him.

And quickly.

He won't do it.

But he's got to. He's our only hope.

There's no other doctor in these parts.

Look, your husband studied under him in medical school.

That still won't matter to him.

He doesn't care.

Doesn't care?

But he's a doctor.

He's not a doctor anymore. He's changed.

He's different.

You shouldn't have come. He won't listen to you.

He won't even listen to me.

Sometimes I don't know what I'll do.

Don't touch her.

Stand still.

- I heard a shot. Are you all right, Cora? - Yes.

- Who are you? - My name's Wyatt Earp. I'm a United States Marshal.

The Hewitt gang tried to hold up a relay station this morning.

How do I know you aren't one of them?

Anyone could get hold of a badge like that.

I told you I was a United States Marshal.

How do you know my wife?

Henry, he doesn't. He was just trying to comfort me.

At my being upset, shooting at him and all.

No need to be upset.

Anybody comes around here deserves to be shot.

We've had claim jumpers here before, remember?

But he's not a claim jumper. He needs your help.

Dr. Goodfellow is dying with a bullet next to his heart.

You've gotta come back to Tombstone with me now.

I've given up medicine.

You'll have to find another doctor.

No other doctor can do it. You're our only hope.

You think I'm gonna leave now and let some outlaw

come in here and just take over?

How do I know this isn't a trick?

A scheme to swindle me.

Henry, it's Dr. George Goodfellow he's dying.

I don't care who it is.

You're a doctor.

A man with a God-given talent to cure people and save lives.

And you're gonna stay here and grub in the dirt for gold?

Yes.

I spent endless years grubbing for an existence as a doctor.

I know only too well what reward

that god-given talent has brought me.

Now I've got a chance to get rich.

Do you understand me?

Rich.

I'm not gonna leave a claim I haven't even filed on yet.

I'm only asking you to come to Tombstone for one day,

to save the life of an old friend.

I won't go.

Well, if you think I'm gonna let Dr. Goodfellow die,

you're mistaken.

You gonna try to use the authority that badge gives you,

arrest me?

Forget the badge.

I'm appealing to you as a man,

a man with a conscience.

You get out of here.

You might as well go back to Tombstone.

Hey, in there, come on out!

It's the Hewitt gang.

- How is he? - I don't know.

The bullet just grazed me.

Here, clean it with this carbolic.

Wind it tight.

Can you handle a gun? They may try to rush us.

I'll be all right.

My shotgun.

Hey, in there, quit shooting. Come on out and let's talk.

We're peaceful.

All we want is some vittles.

Do you believe that food is all they're after?

Well, we'll find out.

Maybe they heard rumors of my gold.

Yeah, maybe, there's been plenty of talk about it around Tombstone.

Give them what they want. Food, supplies, anything.

Even the gold if they want it.

- It's hidden under... - Cora, hold your tongue!

I don't want your gold, Mason.

You don't have to worry about me.

I don't trust anybody.

I've worked that mine long enough to know what it's worth.

Till I file on it, anybody could come in here to take it away from me.

Henry, what does it matter?

You've taken enough gold out of it already.

That's for me to decide, Cora.

Tell me something, Mason.