The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp

They claim to be Texas cowhands.

Look, I give you my word you'll get your money back.

And I gave my word to those two thieves

that if they confessed you'd leave them alone.

Your word? What about mine? I said I'd kill them.

You'll hang for it.

I'll hang for something eventually, Wyatt. Why not for this?

I've walked away from gunfights because you've asked me to,

and I've winged men when I should have shot 'em dead.

Now these fellows admitted they robbed me.

I think you've got a presumptuous nerve

asking me to let 'em live.

I'm trying to save you from the gallows.

Thanks, Deacon. No.

Just do a good job with the rope.

I won't even be there.

You mean you'd turn me over to a public hangman?

That's right.

That's friendship. That's real loyalty.

You and I won't be speaking anymore.

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

Wyatt Earp was the only true friend Doc Holliday had

in the cruel and wicked world of the American frontier.

People who knew both Wyatt and Doc

wondered how long Marshal Earp could tolerate a man

who drank so much, was a gambler

and a nasty-tempered killer.

Residents of Tombstone waited for the day

when Wyatt's patience would run out.

Bet 500.

30 days.

Well, you've brought me luck again, Deacon.

What do you advise me to do?

Cash in and quit.

Well, all right.

Say, you know, I ain't seen Doc around today.

Nope.

I told him to invest his gambling profits in something reliable.

He's had a mighty lucky streak lately.

Yeah? How much?

15,000.

15,000?

Boy, he's a sure enough rich man, ain't he?

Doc's been richer than that a lot of times.

Trouble is gamblers are never satisfied.

He'll probably lose all of his money in a day or so.

Hey, uh, bartender? Give me a drink.

Hey, who are you pushing, old man?

I ain't pushing nobody.

You are too!

If I had me a gun...

Why don't you just sniff one out on the floor, old man!

Hold it!

Who says?

Hold on, friend!

You...you done me a good turn.

Now, I ain't got much money, but

I'd like to do something for you.

Forget it, old-timer.

No, no, I pay my debts.

I can give you a good tip on a silver claim.

The real lowdown, huh?

Buy the Silver Spoon.

There's a couple of fool miners

over at the Cosmopolitan Hotel trying to sell it.

The Silver Spoon?

I already like the name.

I thank you, my friend.

Deacon.

One moment.

I got a tip on a silver claim.

The Silver Spoon.

Now don't frown.

I doubled my money in three hours.

You mean you now have $30,000?

I just gave you good news, not bad.

Doc, I hate to think of you stretching your luck.

Look, why don't you take that money and make a sensible investment,

like some good stocks or bonds?

There's not much profit in bonds.

Got an idea for a good stock?

Um, not necessarily, but...

If I had any money, I-I...I'd put it in railroads.

Something like Union or Vermont.

Deacon, please.

A Johnny Reb from Valdosta, Georgia, buying Union or Vermont?

You have no delicacy of sentiment,

no feeling of sacred principles.

Buy Central of Georgia.

Central of Georgia! Of course, I'll buy it.

You're a positive genius, Deacon.

Look, Doc, just don't put all your money into one thing.

You brought me lots of luck before, Wyatt.

See you later.

Got some business at the telegraph office.

Wyatt, you'd better come quick.

Why?

Doc is a-buyin' the American Hotel.

The American Hotel? He hasn't got that much money.

Oh, yeah.

He bought hisself some railroad stock here awhile back,

and they've done divided the shares three for one,

whatever that means.

Anyway, Doc says he's got $90,000 hard cash.

$90,000?

$90,000. Yes, sir.

But I can tell you he ain't gonna keep it very long.

Now, you tell me what in tarnation Doc

Holliday knows about running a hotel.

Nothing!

This is diabolism.

Diabla...

Is that so?

Mm.

Well...

What is that?

Mr. Gibbs,

it's a...

cynical theory in some quarters that the devil intervenes

in human affairs and looks after his own.

Yeah.

Well, somebody's done sure looked after Doc all right.

But I still say he shouldn't put all that money in a hotel.

Who are we to say what he should do?

Well, you're his best friend, ain't you?

You want him to go broke again?

No.

I guess we'd better go talk to him.

Yeah.

I'm gonna change the name to Holliday House.

And I want a big sign with old English lettering.

Can you do old English?

I can even do Gaelic.

No, I want old English.

As you say, Doc.

Good. And, McLeary?

Yes sir?

I don't want that black-on-white stuff.

I want gold lettering

on a royal-purple background.

Gold lettering?

What in the devil is that for?

For my patron Saint of course: The devil.

Lord, save us all.

Doc, this must be some kind of a joke.

You never wanted to be in the hotel business.

It's no joke, Wyatt.

It's always been my secret ambition.

See? What'd I tell you?

Look, Doc...

Save your breath, Deacon.

I've already bought it.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes!

Now I want you boys to come inside with me

so I can show you my plans for changing this monstrosity

into a fine, tasteful hotel.

And where can you get a decent meal in Tombstone?

Tough steaks from those range-fed cattle around here,

soggy fried potatoes...eww.

Oh, they's good enough vittles, Doc.

Oh?

Well, then how would you like to start with oysters New Orleans?

A bisque of Lobster Delmonico,

quail under glass a la canfield,

a rack of spring lamb savarin.

Doc, I... -

souffle potatoes...

with small vegetables foie eaux.

Were you going to say something?

I'm speechless.

Ah, you do have a soul, Wyatt.

Gentlemen, come with me

and I'll show you my plans to arrange the saloon.

Right this way.

Come, come, boys.

And I'm going to hire the chef

from the Palace Hotel in San Francisco.

It'll cost me $6,000 a year,

but I want to serve food that I can eat.

Well, it's your money, Doc.

That must be Mrs. Stoney and Emile. Come in.

Mrs. Stoney, I want you to meet my best friend Marshal Wyatt Earp.

How do you do, Marshal?

Mrs. Stoney.

From Atlanta, Georgia.

My late husband commanded the 17th brigade

under General Good.

A very fine outfit, ma'am.

One of the best.

And this is Emile Betront, my maitre d'.

I have heard of Marshal Earp. It is an honor.

Thank you.

Mrs. Stoney and Emile are very busy right now getting things started.

Oh, yes, do please excuse us, Mr. Earp.

So many details to attend to before the refurnishing commences.

Of course.

We hope we will have the pleasure of serving you, monsieur.

I'll be a steady customer.

That will be very fine.