The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp

Thank you, Honey.

Unhappily, gentlemen,

the good Doctor wins again.

Get your bets down, gentlemen.

Hold it, Doc.

What's the matter? You broke?

I want to look at that deal box.

You do, huh?

Well, you'll have to back up a request like that

with a pair of .45s.

I'm about to do that.

Stay out of this, Morgan.

Two against three are better odds, Doc.

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

Wyatt Earp, needing help, had signed on his younger brother,

Morgan Earp, as his deputy.

But a month later it was a standoff

whether Morgan was a help or a hindrance.

My smart little brother.

Hanging around saloons with dance hall girls.

Hanging around gamblers, gunfighters.

One man dead, two hard hit.

All three of them were coming for Doc.

I think we have a case for self-defense, Marshal.

Never mind that,

I'm making a case for that badge.

You're Morgan Earp and you're a deputy.

Now what Doc Holliday does, people expect,

but they don't expect it from us.

I was on my own time. I was off-duty.

Is the 10 Percent Ring ever off-duty?

Look, we got a war on our hands

and the Citizens' Safety Committee

is watching how we handle things

every second, day and night.

All right then. Arrest me.

- Take my star away. - That isn't gonna solve anything.

Then quit preaching.

I'll quit when you quit hanging around saloons.

Excuse me for living.

Is that the end of the sermon?

No.

Your horse has been hitched out there all day.

If you're through with it, put it away.

Now that's your fault.

I told you and Shotgun Gibbs

we're gonna have to watch after Morg.

Deacon, you're addicted to milk.

Your little brother likes an occasional drink of whiskey.

A habit he picked up from you.

Morgan also is fond of the ladies.

But he didn't pick that up from me.

Well, I guess I have to send him back to Prescott.

Deacon, hasn't it occurred to you

that all men do not care for milk?

Aren't you willing to recognize the fact

that most of us are susceptible to women?

That's not the point and you know it.

You're setting too high a standard for Morgan.

The boy is human.

I might have known I wouldn't get any help from you.

Just because I want to keep my brother out of saloon brawls,

I'm accused of being a fanatic.

That's right.

The next thing you'll want the poor boy to get married.

And what's wrong with marriage?

After all my tormented years with Mrs. Holliday,

the very thought of it is ghastly.

Yeah, well, you happen to be a special case.

If he married a nice girl,

it'd be the best thing in the world for him.

Look, Doc,

he's my kid brother and I have to look out for him.

Hey, wait a minute.

Wait a minute, that new girl

that works for Mrs. Abbot

down at the emporium.

Who?

Lucy Tedder.

What's wrong with her?

What's wrong with marriage?

She's a perfect lady, she sings in the choir,

and she's pretty too.

Now you're going to play cupid, is that it?

Why not? At least I can

point him in her direction,

away from those daisies down at the dance hall.

Sometimes I wonder how you hold on to that badge.

Haven't you got sense enough to know

that's the worst way to get him married?

Well, lothario, how would you do it?

Well...

If I wanted to betray the innocent lad...

which I don't, mind you...

I'd tell him to stay away from her.

Stay away from her?

That's right.

What kind of fruit is the sweetest?

Well now, I don't know.

What kind of fruit is the sweetest?

Forbidden.

Yeah, I see.

Yes, sir. I see.

Horse is put away.

Anything else to rawhide me about?

Yeah. From now on, you stay away from women.

All women.

And especially Lucy Tedder.

Lucy Tedder? Who's Lucy Tedder?

Oh, you know who she is. She's the new girl down at the emporium.

I didn't even know they had a new girl at the emporium.

Oh, don't hand me that. I heard that you'd been carrying on with her.

What's the matter with him?

Massive eruption of moral fervor.

Well, I've had just about enough moral fervor for one day.

Now where do you think you're going?

Over to the emporium.

I want to get a look at this girl

I'm supposed to be carrying on with.

Thank you, friend.

Wyatt,

if that poor boy ever winds up

in front of a preacher,

I'll never forgive myself.

Well, I'm sorry we don't have the pattern you want,

but maybe it will come in in the next shipment.

Oh, can I help you?

Yes, ma'am.

I'd like to buy this.

Oh, well, it's two dollars.

Shall I wrap it?

No, I'll take it plain.

You're Miss Lucy Tedder, aren't you?

Well, yes, why?

I heard you were.

I'm Morgan Earp.

Oh, the Marshal's brother?

And his deputy.

Oh.

Well.

Good-bye.

Thank you.

Good-bye again.

You can exchange that if it doesn't fit.

Thank you, Miss Lucy.

Hi, Shotgun.

Howdy, Morgan.

That's Shotgun Gibbs and his mule, Roscoe.

I know, he always brays at me

every time he sees me.

See?

Hush up, Roscoe. Come on.

Just mind your manners.

I'm telling you for the last time,

you just keep your opinion of Miss Lucy Tedder to yourself.

Bye.

Wyatt.

You told me to keep an eye

on your brother Morgan.

Well?

Well, I think he's heading for trouble.

- Trouble? - Yep.

I just seen him talking to Miss Lucy Tedder.

Why is that trouble?

Well, Roscoe don't approve of her.

Is that all?

Now hold on a minute.

Roscoe ain't been wrong about a gal yet.

Mr. Gibbs, I'm not gonna get in another hoorah with Morgan

on the say-so of a mule.

You just don't pay no attention to him, Roscoe.

Morgan, please.

Lucy, I've been buying a new shirt every day for a week.

Well, I know that, Morgan.

Well, I can't afford it much longer.

So let's get married.

Married?

Mr. and Mrs. Morgan Earp.

What would your brother say?

Would he approve?

What do I care?

He's been big brothering me all my life.

Getting married's my own affair.

And yours.

You love me don't you?

Well, I think so.

I know, we'll elope.

That's what we'll do.

Morgan, I have to think about it.

How long?

Two or three days maybe?

Getting married's a very serious thing.

Oh.

Tomorrow's Sunday, I'll take you for a drive.

Please go.

Will you?

Yes yes.

Now go, okay?

Aw, isn't that nice?

A nice Sunday ride.