The Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp

Now, that's Allen Street.

I figure they'll come in from that end of town.

Why do you need me for this?

Well, they know you're here.

They'll be expecting you to help me.

Now, we need to be on both sides of the street, so, uh...

so they're going to have to fan out.

Well, it's a good trap, Wyatt,

but it'll only work once.

You'll never have a better chance to thin out the Clantons.

Sorry I can't help you.

You still insist on killing them, huh?

It's a matter of principle.

Two men, even us, couldn't take care of

a dozen Clantons on Allen Street without using your scheme.

Even the Apaches couldn't have thought of a better one.

But I know you'll waste it by just winging a few of them.

This is art. It revolts me

to see you perverting it to a mere moral lesson.

Good day, sir.

So long, Doc.

Wyatt's violent introduction to the mining camp of Tombstone

and his discovery of the brutal lawlessness there

convinced him that it was no place

for his brothers or himself.

The Earps would be outsiders in a town and county

dominated by the corrupt political ring

who were called the insiders.

Wyatt was sick to his soul of fighting.

To wear a star in Tombstone would be,

he foresaw, his own death warrant.

Here.

"To Virgil and Morgan Earp,

"Prescott, Arizona Territory.

"Tombstone no town for us.

"Leaving for Prescott immediately. Wyatt."

I wouldn't use the expression, "leaving immediately."

Doc, you're out of character.

I'm the one that's supposed to give you good advice, remember?

Send that right away, will ya?

But you can't leave immediately, Mr. Earp.

Why not?

Well, our Chief Special Agent asked me to tell you he'd be here at noon. He wants to see you.

You tell him I'm leaving.

You get that off right away.

Yes, sir, but...

Mr. Earp will be here till noon. I'll bet on that.

Wyatt.

Miss Cashman and Mr. Gird send you to argue with me?

You know I never listen to honest, well-meaning people.

The fact remains you wouldn't get 10 miles outside of this town

without being bushwhacked by the Clantons.

Trying to scare me?

Watch yourself.

Hey, Doc,

$50 on Earp that he lasts 10 miles.

It's a sucker bet, Doc. The Clantons ain't even got word of it yet.

I don't bet on a friend's life.

Well, he ain't our friend, and we've already bet.

Look out!

You didn't have to kill 'em.

They were sent here to kill you.

Deacon, if you won't accept the truth about Tombstone,

leave it like a frightened dog.

Who's there?

It's Nellie Cashman and Mr. Gird.

Door's not locked. Come on in.

Good morning, Marshal.

Good morning, Miss Cashman.

You remember Mr. Gird.

Sure. Good morning, Mr. Gird.

The fighting's still called off?

Yeah.

Go ahead, Mr. Gird.

Well, uh... our town needs a man like you.

And, besides, I don't want any more of my men in the hospital.

Marshal, the other miners have appointed Mr. Gird here, to

talk to you for them.

Go ahead.

Well, uh...

Well, uh...we've sent for Sheriff Shibell over at Tucson,

and we want him to appoint you as

as his Special Deputy here in Tombstone.

Well...

Now hold on a minute, Mr. Earp. Let me have my say.

We feel that...

We're all set, Papa. Now can we go?

Hold it, Ben. We haven't got the word from Emma yet.

It's Earp, Papa. Word's all over Tombstone.

We don't move on gossip, Ike.

Put this in the boot. And will you put your hat on?

Yes, Papa.

What route can you take?

Clanton's cowboys control every water hole

from Old Mex to the McCullen.

That's true, Marshal. You wouldn't get 20 miles.

Dr. Holliday has a lot of friends around.

With Doc and six good guns, I could make a run for it.

I'm afraid the Citizens' Council

doesn't exactly approve of Dr. Holliday.

Oh, they don't, huh?

Well, Dr. Holliday just now saved my life.

Yesterday, you and Miss Clanton had to help me.

I'm beholden, and I don't like it.

Then make your own fight with the Clantons... here.

If I do that, will you let Doc and me handle things?

Yes.

Now, I know that the Council doesn't approve of Dr. Holliday,

but, after all, he and Wyatt are good friends, and...

besides, Doc's mighty handy with a gun.

All right. All right.

Anything to keep you from riding into ambush in the desert.

Thank you.

Now, if the Clantons do come into Tombstone...

- We shouldn't ride into Tombstone... - You're just a girl.

- What do you know about fighting? - Hush up, Phin!

- You, too, Ike. - Thanks, Papa.

Earp and Holliday are awful good in a fight.

But we can take 'em.

Maybe, and maybe not.

Why don't you wait for Brocius, Ringo, and the McLaury boys?

Hmm, hmm, she's got a point.

All we want is Earp.

You said yourself not to make a big push on Tombstone.

Only get him to hire a lot of Johnny laws.

Yeah, I did say that.

I'm thinking of the family name, Papa.

Hmm?

No point in going into Tombstone

and making a play you maybe won't win.

Maybe, uh...you ain't so worried about us.

What you mean, Ike?

I'll tell you what he means.

Earp's a right good-looking fellow. So maybe sis...

Emma!

You're a lady.

He's as good as said I'm stuck on Earp.

Phin.

You apologize.

Oh, Papa...

Apologize.

I didn't mean it.

Just the same, 'tis a good idea to stop Earp's clock from ticking.

Hush up. We're riding into Tombstone.

Emma, you've got too much Clanton in you

to get stuck on a Johnny law.

I most certainly have.

Just the same, you might be able to set him up for us, hmm?

What do I do, Papa?

I'll tell you inside.

Move 'em out, Phin. I'll catch up with you.

Now, that's Allen Street.

I figure they'll come in from that end of town.

Why do you need me for this?

Well, they know you're here.

They'll be expecting you to help me.

Now, we need to be on both sides of the street, so, uh...

so they're going to have to fan out.

Well, it's a good trap, Wyatt,

but it'll only work once.

You'll never have a better chance to thin out the Clantons.

Sorry I can't help you.

You still insist on killing them, huh?

It's a matter of principle.

Two men, even us, couldn't take care of

a dozen Clantons on Allen Street without using your scheme.

Even the Apaches couldn't have thought of a better one.

But I know you'll waste it by just winging a few of them.

This is art,

and it revolts me to see you perverting it to a mere moral lesson.

Good day, sir.

So long, Doc.

Psst!

Miss Clanton.

Papa isn't coming after you.

I talked him out of it.

Oh? Why?

We just don't want to stir up a hornet's nest in Tombstone.

After all, it's our town,

and there's no sense in getting it bloodied over one John law.

Well, I'm not a John law now.

Why don't you apologize to Papa about what happened in Dodge?

He can always use a gun like you.

I'll think about it.

Let's walk some place, huh?

You want to show me Boot Hill?

You think I'm lying to you.

No, it's just that I have to stay close to Allen Street.

Why?

Well, I'm expecting some friends.

All right. We'll walk on Allen Street.

It'll be an honor, ma'am.

Come on, let's get a move on.

We've got five more of these rattraps to set.

It, uh...kind of looks like you're trying to protect me from something.

Oh, sure, another woman.

The only other woman I know around here is Nellie Cashman.

That hymn-singin' busybody?

Don't you like to sing hymns?

Not since Papa quit making me go to Sunday school.