Tombstone Script<\/h2>\n\r\nThe Civil War is over,\r\n\r\nand the resulting economic explosion\r\nspurs the great migration west.\r\n\r\nFarmers, ranchers, prospectors,\r\nkillers and thieves...\r\n\r\nseek their fortunes.\r\n\r\nCattle drovers turn cow towns\r\ninto armed camps...\r\n\r\nwith murder rates higher than those\r\nof modern-day New York or Los Angeles.\r\n\r\nOut of this chaos comes\r\nlegendary lawman Wyatt Earp,\r\n\r\nretiring his badge and gun to start\r\na peaceful life with his family.\r\n\r\nEarp's friend\r\nJohn 'Doc' Holliday...\r\n\r\na Southern gentleman\r\nturned gunman and gambler...\r\n\r\nalso travels west, hoping the dry\r\nclimate will relieve his tuberculosis.\r\n\r\nSilver is discovered\r\nin Arizona.\r\n\r\nTombstone becomes\r\nqueen of the boomtowns,\r\n\r\nwhere the latest Paris fashions are sold\r\nfrom the backs of wagons.\r\n\r\nAttracted to this\r\natmosphere of greed,\r\n\r\nover exiled Texas outlaws\r\nband together...\r\n\r\nto form the ruthless gang recognized\r\nby the red sashes they wear.\r\n\r\nThey emerge as the earliest example\r\nof organized crime in America.\r\n\r\nThey call themselves\r\n'The Cowboys'\r\n\r\nY'all killed\r\ntwo Cowboys.\r\n\r\n- \u00a1Detenganse!\r\n- Shoot.\r\n\r\n- Looks like we win.\r\n\r\nMexican police, huh?\r\n\r\nTell him to get on his knees.\r\n\r\n\u00a1De rodillas, cabron!\r\n\r\n\u00a1De rodillas,\r\ndijo, chingada!\r\n\r\nHe won't no kneel, patron.\r\nHe is very proud.\r\n\r\n- Hey, somebody get\r\nthis dick on his knees.\r\n\r\n\u00a1Ay, Dios! \u00a1Ay, Dios!\r\n\r\nGood shot, Billy.\r\n\r\n- \u00a1Gracias!\r\n\r\nThey call me\r\nCurly Bill Brosius.\r\n\r\nI'm what you might call\r\nthe Founder of the Feast.\r\n\r\nSo next time we come,\r\nyou'd better step aside.\r\n\r\nI ain't kiddin' neither.\r\n\r\nUn caballo bajando\r\npor la montana...\r\n\r\ny el que lo cabalgue\r\nira a la muerte.\r\n\r\n\u00a1Moriremos!\r\n\r\nPatron,\r\nhe say, uh,\r\n\r\nsomeone will come\r\nto revenge for him.\r\n\r\nSomething like a, a... sick horse\r\nwho comes to sit with him.\r\n\r\nHe talk crazy.\r\nNo entiendo un carajo.\r\n\r\nThat's not what he said,\r\nya ignorant wretch.\r\n\r\nYour Spanish is worse\r\nthan your English.\r\n\r\nYou go to hell!\r\n\r\n- You first.\r\n\r\n- \u00a1No!\r\n\r\n\u00a1No! \u00a1No!\r\n- What have we got here?\r\n\r\n- Hell, let's eat, boys.\r\nTamales are good, huh?\r\n\r\nI guess they knew\r\nwe were comin'.\r\n\r\nTemor de Dios. Temor de Dios\r\nes lo que ustedes no tienen.\r\n\r\n- \u00a1Muerete, hijo de Satanas!\r\n\r\nHey, Johnny, what'd\r\nthat Mexican mean...\r\n\r\n'a sick horse is\r\ngonna get us,' huh?\r\n\r\nHe's quoting the Bible,\r\n\r\nRevelations.\r\n\r\nBehold, a pale horse.\r\n\r\n'The man who sat on him\r\nwas Death.\r\n\r\nAnd hell followed with him.'\r\n\r\nMove!\r\n\r\n- Come on! That's it!\r\nYou move!\r\n\r\n- Stupid mule!\r\n\r\nCome on!\r\n\r\nCome on!\r\nCome on!\r\n\r\nHurts, don't it?\r\n\r\nNow let go of that stud and\r\ngo on about your business.\r\n\r\nMr. Earp.\r\nMy name's Dake.\r\n\r\nCrawley Dake, U.S. Marshal\r\nfor this territory.\r\n\r\n- Forget it. I'm retired.\r\n- Excuse me?\r\n\r\nI said forget it.\r\nI don't want the job, and that's final.\r\n\r\n- I don't think you understand.\r\n- No, you don't understand, Marshal.\r\n\r\nI did my duty, and now I'd\r\nlike to get on with my life.\r\n\r\n- I'm going to Tombstone.\r\nEasy on the grain, Butch.\r\n- I see.\r\n\r\n- Here you go.\r\n- To strike it rich.\r\nWell, all right, that's fine.\r\n\r\nTell you one thing, though:\r\nNever saw a rich man...\r\n\r\nwho didn't wind up\r\nwith a guilty conscience.\r\n\r\nI already got a guilty conscience.\r\nMight as well have the money too.\r\n\r\nGood day now.\r\n\r\nThat's him, all right.\r\nBoy, I'd know that sour face anywhere.\r\n\r\nVirgil! Morgan!\r\nMy god!\r\n\r\n- Hey, boy! How are you, Morgan?\r\n- Hi, Wyatt.\r\n\r\n- Well, how do we look?\r\n- Great, both of ya.\r\n\r\n- Wyatt, you remember Allie.\r\n- Good God. Well, he'd better.\r\n\r\nAllie girl.\r\n\r\n- And Louisa. Oh!\r\n- Wyatt.\r\n\r\nYou're so lovely, darlin'.\r\nI'm at your feet, just at your feet.\r\n\r\nI guess it's only right.\r\nMa always said Morgan's the prettiest.\r\n\r\n- Yeah, but she doted on the Frowner.\r\n- That's right.\r\n\r\n- Wyatt.\r\n- Mattie!\r\n\r\nMattie, they're already here.\r\nFolks, this is Celia Andon.\r\n\r\n- You can call her Mattie.\r\n- Pleased to meet you, Mattie.\r\n\r\nIt's nice to meet you.\r\n\r\nWell, Wyatt, I couldn't\r\nfind a single store that\r\nhad laudanum anywhere.\r\n\r\nThat's all right, honey.\r\nI sure been dreamin' about this.\r\n\r\nGod, since forever!\r\nWait! Look here.\r\n\r\nI wanna...\r\nLook. Huh?\r\n\r\n- Hey, Wyatt...\r\n- Don't talk, just...\r\n\r\nYeah.\r\n\r\nThank you for this, Wyatt.\r\n\r\n- It's all your doin'.\r\n- We'll make our fortune, boys.\r\n\r\nWell, come on.\r\n\r\nGracious.\r\nWe could be sisters.\r\n\r\nMighty fine.\r\nI wonder where he found her.\r\n\r\nSame place we found ours, probably.\r\n\r\n'Matter, honey?\r\nDid you say you needed some laudanum?\r\n\r\n- Yes, I did. Yes.\r\n- I have some right here.\r\n\r\nOh, you're a lifesaver.\r\n\r\nJust be careful now.\r\nIt's full of hop.\r\n\r\nOh, don't worry. I just\r\nget headaches sometimes.\r\n\r\nHey, Virg, see anything of Doc\r\nwhile you were in Prescott?\r\n\r\nYeah. He had a streak\r\nwhen we left, him and Kate.\r\n\r\nI miss Doc.\r\nI miss that old rip.\r\n\r\n- I don't.\r\n- He makes me laugh.\r\n\r\nYeah!\r\n\r\n- That's $ Holliday.\r\nAre you in or out?\r\n\r\nFive hundred.\r\nMust be a peach of a hand.\r\n\r\nOh, thank you, darlin'.\r\n\r\nKate! You're not\r\nwearing a bustle.\r\n\r\nHow lewd.\r\n\r\nCome on, Holliday,\r\nyou in or out, goddammit?\r\n\r\nWhy, Ed Bailey, you look like\r\nyou're just about ready to burst.\r\n\r\nCome on! Come on, show!\r\n\r\nWell, I suppose\r\nI'm deranged, but I...\r\n\r\nguess I'll just\r\nhave to call.\r\n\r\nCover your ears, darlin'.\r\n\r\nIsn't that a daisy?\r\n\r\nWhy, you son-of-a-bitch!\r\n\r\nDamn, Bailey, just settle down!\r\n\r\nShut up! Take your\r\nmoney and get out,\r\n\r\n'cause I'm tired of\r\nlistenin' to your mouth.\r\n\r\nWhy, Ed Bailey,\r\n\r\nare we cross?\r\n\r\nThem guns don't scare me.\r\n\r\n'Cause without them guns\r\nyou ain't nothin' but a skinny lunger.\r\n\r\nEd, what an ugly thing to say.\r\n\r\n- I abhor ugliness. Does this\r\nmean we're not friends anymore?\r\n- \r\n\r\nYou know, Ed, if I thought\r\nyou weren't my friend,\r\n\r\nI just don't think\r\nI could bear it.\r\n\r\nThere. Now we can\r\nbe friends again.\r\n\r\n- Touch that gun,\r\nI'll burn you down.\r\n\r\nI calculate that's\r\nthe end of this town.\r\n\r\nI had a boy at the hotel pack us up.\r\nThe horse is outside.\r\n\r\nSo that's why you're\r\nnot wearin' a bustle.\r\n\r\nMy sweet, soft\r\nHungarian devil.\r\n\r\nWell!\r\n\r\nGood evenin', then.\r\n\r\nLet's not bother\r\nabout the luggage.\r\n\r\nHyah!\r\n\r\nHey, Morg,\r\npretty big, isn't it?\r\n\r\nOh-ho, brother, you can smell\r\nthe silver in this town.\r\n\r\n- Easy.\r\n- Look at these girls over here.\r\n\r\n- Hi!\r\n- Hello, girls!\r\n\r\nHot damn, this burg's jumpin'!\r\n\r\nHere we go, ladies.\r\n\r\n- Isn't that sweet?\r\n- You can say that.\r\n\r\n- Sheriff.\r\n\r\nNewcomers, eh?\r\n\r\nThe name's John Behan,\r\nCochise County Sheriff.\r\n\r\n- Just in town?\r\n- Just this minute.\r\n\r\n- I'm Wyatt Earp, and these are\r\nmy brothers, Virgil and Morgan.\r\n- Wyatt Earp. Dodge City.\r\n\r\nGave all that up, Sheriff.\r\nGoin' into business.\r\n\r\n- Don't even carry a gun anymore.\r\n- Going into business, huh?\r\n\r\nWell then, I'm the man to see.\r\n\r\nBesides sheriff,\r\nI'm also tax collector,\r\n\r\nCaptain of the Fire Brigade and Chairman\r\nof the Nonpartisan Anti-Chinese League.\r\n\r\n- Ma'am.\r\n- How do you do?\r\n\r\nYeah, a man of many parts.\r\n\r\n- Say, you folks got\r\na place to stay yet?\r\n- No.\r\n\r\n- Like I said, we just got here.\r\n- Well, I also sit on\r\nthe town lot commission.\r\n\r\nReally?\r\n\r\nAs a matter of fact, we got three\r\nlovely cottages coming up for rent.\r\n\r\nI'll throw in a good cleaning,\r\nno charge.\r\n\r\nBelieve me, Mr. Earp,\r\n\r\nyou're not gonna find a better deal\r\nwithin town limits.\r\n\r\nI don't know,\r\nsounds pretty good.\r\n\r\n- Well, I'll have my man show 'em to ya.\r\n- Thank you.\r\n\r\nHey, Wyatt,\r\nget on over here.\r\n\r\nI want you to meet Fred White.\r\nHe's the town marshall.\r\n\r\n- My pleasure.\r\n- Lotta law around here.\r\n\r\n- I already met the county sheriff.\r\n- Who, Behan?\r\n\r\nHe ain't no law. The only real law\r\naround here is the Cowboys.\r\n\r\nCowboys? I had a run-in\r\nwith a couple of them up in Prescott.\r\n\r\nNobody does nothin' without 'em.\r\nI mean, they're it.\r\n\r\nThere are three of 'em\r\nright over there.\r\n\r\nYou can always spot a Cowboy.\r\nThey always wear those red sashes.\r\n\r\n- The main fact is the Cowboys\r\nare good for business.\r\n- 'Bout all these saloons?\r\n\r\nOh, that's the real mother lode\r\nhere in Tombstone.\r\n\r\nAll up and down\r\nAllen Street here.\r\n\r\nTwenty-four hours a day,\r\nyou got liquor, hostesses, gamblin';\r\n\r\nmakin' money\r\nhand-over-fist.\r\n\r\nAll except 'the Oriental.'\r\nThat's a regular slaughterhouse.\r\n\r\nEven the high rollers\r\nwon't go near it.\r\n\r\nThat's too bad too.\r\nIt's a nice place.\r\n\r\nHell of a waste.\r\n\r\n- Wyatt?\r\n\r\n- There he goes.\r\n- Yeah.\r\n\r\nOI' Wyatt.\r\n\r\nAll right, fella,\r\nI'll brace ya now for a little lesson.\r\n\r\nPut your money on the board.\r\nFive dollars on that six of spades.\r\n\r\nLike that.\r\n\r\nI'm not gonna tell you again.\r\nGet that cigar outta my face.\r\n\r\nHowdy, stranger.\r\nWhat can I get ya?\r\n\r\nI wouldn't mind\r\none of those cigars.\r\n\r\nI'm about ready to go home.\r\nI wish y'all would stop yakkin'...\r\n\r\n- and just play cards.\r\n- Thank you.\r\n\r\nKinda nice in here.\r\nYou run it?\r\n\r\nMilt Joyce: Owner, operator.\r\n\r\n- Wyatt Earp.\r\n- Yeah, sure.\r\n\r\nI said lay off the queen,\r\nyou jackass!\r\n\r\nI swear I'm gonna\r\nslap somebody now.\r\n\r\nExcuse me for askin', Milt,\r\nbut... kinda dead in here, isn't it?\r\n\r\n- You don't listen too good, do ya?\r\n- See that bird at the faro table?\r\n\r\nYou back that queen again,\r\nyou son-of-a-bitch,\r\n\r\nI'll blow you right up\r\nthat wildcat's ass!\r\nDo you hear me, huh?\r\n\r\nHe comes bargin' in here one day,\r\nslappin' the customers,\r\nwavin' his gun around.\r\n\r\nHe chased out all\r\nthe high-class play.\r\n\r\nThe only trade that comes in\r\nhere now is the bummers and\r\nthe drovers; just the dregs.\r\n\r\nWhy don't you get rid of him,\r\nget yourself a straight dealer?\r\n\r\nSure, stranger,\r\nthat's easy for you to say.\r\n\r\nShit!\r\n\r\nGoddammit, Junior, how many times\r\nam I going to tell you...\r\n\r\nto keep that damn cigar\r\noutta my face? Huh?\r\n\r\nChrist almighty, it's like I'm\r\nsittin' here playing cards with\r\nmy brother's kids or somethin',\r\n\r\nyou nerve-wracking\r\nsons-of-bitches.\r\n\r\nIs somethin' on your mind?\r\n\r\nJust want to let you know\r\nyou're sittin' in my chair.\r\n\r\nIs that a fact?\r\n\r\nYeah, it's a fact.\r\n\r\nFor a man that don't go heeled, you run\r\nyour mouth kinda reckless, don't ya?\r\n\r\nNo need to go heeled to get\r\nthe bulge on a tub like you.\r\n\r\n- Is that a fact?\r\n- Mm-hmm.\r\n\r\nThat's a fact.\r\n\r\nWell, I'm real scared.\r\n\r\nDamn right, you're scared.\r\nI can see that in your eyes.\r\n\r\n- All right now!\r\n- Go ahead.\r\n\r\nGo ahead, skin it! Skin that\r\nsmoke wagon and see what happens.\r\n\r\nListen, mister,\r\nl-I'm gettin' awful tired of your...\r\n\r\nI'm gettin' tired of your gas.\r\nNow jerk that pistol and go to work.\r\n\r\n- I said throw down, boy.\r\n\r\nYou gonna do somethin',\r\nor just stand there and bleed?\r\n\r\nNo?\r\n\r\nI didn't think so.\r\n\r\nHere, Milt, a keepsake.\r\n\r\nHang it over the bar.\r\nAll right, youngster, out you go.\r\n\r\nDon't come back!\r\n\r\nEver!\r\n\r\nWell, what do you say, Milt?\r\n\r\nTwenty-five percent\r\nof the house take sound about right?\r\n\r\nHyah!\r\n\r\nWell, we're off and runnin'.\r\n\r\nJust acquired us a quarter interest\r\nin a game at 'the Oriental.'\r\n\r\n- Acquired?\r\n- So to speak.\r\n\r\nNow all we gotta do is keep our\r\neyes on that brass ring, fellas.\r\n\r\nYou're the one, Wyatt.\r\n\r\nWhy, Johnny Tyler!\r\n\r\n- You madcap!\r\n- Doc?\r\n\r\nWhere you goin'\r\nwith that shotgun?\r\n\r\nI didn't know you\r\nwas back in town.\r\n\r\nWell, well.\r\n\r\nHow the hell are you?\r\n\r\nWyatt, I am rolling.\r\nMorgan.\r\n\r\n- Doc.\r\n- Virgil.\r\n\r\n'Lo, Doc.\r\n\r\nWyatt Earp?\r\n\r\nGoing into business\r\nfor ourselves, Doc.\r\n\r\n- Wyatt just got us a faro game.\r\n- Oh.\r\n\r\nSince when is faro\r\na business?\r\n\r\n- Didn't you always say that\r\ngambling's an honest trade?\r\n- No.\r\n\r\nI said poker's an honest trade.\r\nOnly suckers buck the tiger's\r\nodds all on the house.\r\n\r\nDepends on how you look at it.\r\nI mean, it's not like anybody's\r\nputtin' a gun to their head.\r\n\r\nThat's what I love about Wyatt.\r\nHe can talk himself into anything.\r\n\r\nOh. Johnny, I apologize.\r\nI forgot you were there.\r\n\r\nYou may go now.\r\n\r\nJust leave that shotgun.\r\n\r\nLeave it.\r\n\r\nThank you.\r\n\r\nSheriff Behan!\r\n\r\n- Gentlemen!\r\n- Sheriff,\r\n\r\n- have you met Doc Holliday?\r\n- Piss on you, Wyatt.\r\n\r\nMr. Holliday.\r\n\r\nForgive me\r\nif I don't shake hands.\r\n\r\n- So, how's our little town suit you?\r\n- Fine. Fine.\r\n\r\nYou know, I was thinking, what this town\r\ncould really use is a racetrack.\r\n\r\nReally? That's not a bad idea.\r\nSend a signal we're growin' up.\r\n\r\nWay ahead of yourselves,\r\naren't you, boys? This\r\nis just another mining camp.\r\n\r\nHave you seen how everyone dresses?\r\nAwful tony for a mining camp.\r\n\r\nNo sir, the die is cast.\r\nWe are growin'.\r\n\r\n- Be as big as San Francisco in\r\na few years, and just as sophisticated.\r\n\r\n- You son-of-a-bitch!\r\n\r\nEasy, gents!\r\nIt's a private affair!\r\n\r\n- Don't raise that iron.\r\nI'm gonna have to...\r\n- I'll kill you, you cheap son-of-a...\r\n\r\nVery cosmopolitan.\r\n\r\nI know him.\r\nThat's Creek Johnson.\r\n\r\nWyatt? Doc?\r\n\r\n- Jack.\r\n- What do you say, old friend?\r\n\r\nWhat the hell's that\r\nall about, Creek?\r\n\r\n- He crawfished a bet\r\nand called me a liar.\r\n- Sheriff,\r\n\r\nmay I present a pair\r\nof fellow sophisticates:\r\nTurkey Creek Jack Johnson,\r\n\r\nTexas Jack Vermillion.\r\n\r\nWatch your ear, Creek.\r\n\r\n- Afraid I'll have to have those guns.\r\n- It was a fair fight.\r\n\r\n- We was legal.\r\n- I'm sorry, boys. I gotta\r\ntake 'em before Judge Spicer.\r\n\r\nHand 'em over.\r\n\r\nLaw and order every time,\r\nthat's us.\r\n\r\n- Ha!\r\n\r\nWhoa!\r\n\r\nI'm frightfully thirsty.\r\n\r\nWell, we made it.\r\n\r\nSheriff,\r\nwhat kinda town is this?\r\n\r\nNice scenery.\r\n\r\nWell,\r\n\r\nan enchanted moment.\r\n\r\nInteresting little scene. I wonder\r\nwho that tall drink of water is.\r\n\r\nMy dear, you have set your gaze\r\nupon the quintessential frontier type.\r\n\r\nNote the lean silhouette, eyes closed\r\nby the sun; they're sharp as a hawk.\r\n\r\nHe's got the look of\r\nboth predator... and prey.\r\n\r\nI want one.\r\n\r\nHappy hunting.\r\n\r\n- Hey, sister boy, gimme some!\r\n\r\n- Gimme, gimme, gimme!\r\n- Leave him alone, Barnes!\r\n\r\nBilly, sit with me.\r\n\r\nThis is so much fun. We haven't\r\nbeen to the show in six years.\r\n\r\nI hope they're good.\r\n\r\n- Wyatt?\r\n- Oh, sorry.\r\n\r\nDarlin', you know the Earps.\r\n\r\nKate, how you been?\r\n\r\nMattie, hmm, ravishin'.\r\n\r\nDoc.\r\n\r\nWyatt, I'd like ya\r\nto meet Mayor Clum and his wife.\r\n\r\n- Mr. Earp.\r\nYour reputation precedes you.\r\n- Mayor.\r\n\r\n- I was wondering if you might be...\r\n- Not a prayer. Nice meetin' you.\r\n\r\nProfessor Gillman? Oh, I seen him\r\nin Bisbee. He catches stuff.\r\n\r\nHey, Professor,\r\ncatch this.\r\n\r\nThey're shooting at us!\r\nThey're actually shooting at us.\r\n\r\n- I guess we'll have\r\nto wait for our notices.\r\n\r\nPrettiest man I ever saw.\r\n\r\nWhoo!\r\n\r\n- Whoo-hoo!\r\n- Ladies and gentlemen,\r\n\r\nthe St. Crispin's Day\r\nspeech from Henry V.\r\n\r\n- To set the scene...\r\n\r\nGoddamn, Barnes!\r\n- Shot his damn ear off.\r\n\r\n- 'Lf we are marked to die,\r\n\r\n'we are now to do\r\nour country loss.\r\n\r\nBut if to live, the fewer men,\r\nthe greater share of honor... '\r\n\r\nHe's got some nerve, I'll say that.\r\nWhat d'ya think there, Billy Nilly?\r\n\r\n- I think he's wonderful.\r\n\r\n'... gentle his condition.\r\n\r\n'Gentlemen in England now abed\r\nshall think themselves accurs'd\r\nthey were not here,\r\n\r\n- 'And hold their manhoods cheap...\r\n\r\nwhilst any speaks who fought with us\r\nupon Saint Crispin's day.'\r\n\r\n- That's great!\r\nThat's our kinda stuff!\r\n\r\nPlay it again!\r\n\r\nNow what in the hell is this?\r\n\r\nTh-That's Faust.\r\nH-He's gonna make a deal with the devil.\r\n\r\nIs your soul\r\nfor sale, dear?\r\n\r\nKnow what I'd do?\r\n\r\nI'd take the deal, then crawfish\r\nand drill that old devil in the ass.\r\n\r\nHow 'bout you, Juanito?\r\nWhat would you do?\r\n\r\nI already did it.\r\n\r\nVery instructive.\r\n\r\n- Hmm.\r\n\r\nBut who is the devil?\r\n\r\nI'll be damned.\r\n\r\nYou may indeed,\r\nif you get lucky.\r\n\r\nWould you look\r\nat all those stars?\r\n\r\nI mean, you look up and you think,\r\n'God made all of that?\r\n\r\nHe still remembered to make\r\na little speck like me.'\r\n\r\nKinda flattering,\r\nreally.\r\n\r\nWyatt, do you\r\nbelieve in God?\r\n\r\n- No, come on, really. Do ya?\r\n- Yeah. Maybe.\r\n\r\n- Hell, I don't know.\r\n- Well, what d'you think\r\nhappens when you die?\r\n\r\nSomethin'. Nothin'.\r\nHell, I don't know.\r\n\r\nWell, I read this book,\r\na book on spiritualism.\r\n\r\nOh, God, here\r\nhe goes again.\r\n\r\nSaid that a lot of people\r\nwhen they die, they see this light.\r\n\r\n- Like in a tunnel.\r\n- Yeah?\r\n\r\n- They say it's the light\r\nleadin' you to Heaven.\r\n- Really?\r\n\r\n- Well, what about Hell?\r\nThey got a sign there, or what?\r\n- Hey, Wyatt, goddammit.\r\n\r\n- I'm serious.\r\n- Hey, Morg. Comin'\r\nto the Oriental, Virg?\r\n\r\n- Well...\r\n- Not tonight.\r\n\r\nTonight, me and my old man\r\nare gonna have some fun.\r\n\r\nCome on, get movin',\r\nold man.\r\n\r\nMaiden name was Sullivan.\r\n\r\n- Well, you better go with them,\r\nhoney. I gotta go to work.\r\n- Please stay with me.\r\n\r\nWell, honey, l-I\r\ngotta get to work.\r\n\r\nAll right.\r\nAll right.\r\n\r\nWell, wait a minute. I guess\r\nI don't have to go right now. I...\r\n\r\n- I could stay awhile.\r\n- No, no. I don't wanna keep you.\r\n\r\nNo, really,\r\nI can stay awhile.\r\n\r\nThat the bottle\r\nLou gave you?\r\n\r\nYes, it is.\r\n\r\nMaybe you should\r\nsee a doctor.\r\n\r\nWyatt, it's\r\njust headaches.\r\n\r\nI know what I'm doing. No,\r\nI don't need to see a doctor!\r\n\r\n- All right, honey. Okay.\r\n- Just go.\r\n\r\nEverything's fine, Wyatt.\r\n\r\n- Work well.\r\n- All right, good night.\r\n\r\nYou look beautiful tonight.\r\n\r\nThank you.\r\n\r\n- Night, Mattie.\r\n- Good night, Morgan.\r\n\r\nCome on.\r\n\r\n- I want to match\r\nseven, seven stinkin' spades.\r\n\r\n- Let's go.\r\n- I'm your man.\r\n\r\nYou win again. Well played, sir.\r\nYou are on fire.\r\n\r\n- I told you, I'm burnin' up tonight.\r\n- Loser on the ace.\r\n\r\nI'll take the red seven,\r\nand I got some deeds here.\r\n\r\n- I'll take seven stinkin' diamonds.\r\n- Awww-ful lot of money.\r\n\r\n- You can't stand the heat, pal,\r\nget out of the kitchen.\r\n- You're the doctor.\r\n\r\nSad news, friend,\r\nyou lose.\r\n\r\n- So, now we're in\r\nthe mining business.\r\n- You're the one, Wyatt.\r\n\r\nWe're turnin' into\r\nregular tycoons.\r\n\r\nThink I'll call this one\r\nthe Mattie Blalock. Mattie'd\r\nget a kick outta that one.\r\n\r\n- That's her maiden name.\r\n- And what a maiden.\r\n\r\n- Pure as the driven snow, I'm sure.\r\n- Hey, Doc, come on now.\r\n\r\nIt's just his style, Morg.\r\nHe doesn't mean anything.\r\n\r\nTell me something,\r\nmy friend. I'm curious.\r\n\r\nDo you actually consider yourself\r\na married man, forsaking all others?\r\n\r\nYeah, pretty much.\r\n\r\nI mean, I was no angel\r\nwhen we met, but neither was she.\r\n\r\nPeople can change, Doc.\r\nSooner or later, you gotta grow up.\r\n\r\nI see.\r\n\r\nAnd what would you do,\r\nif she walked in here?\r\n\r\n- 'She'?\r\n- You know damn well who I mean.\r\n\r\nThat dusky-hued\r\nlady satan, that's who.\r\n\r\n- Oh, I'd probably ignore her.\r\n- Ignore her?\r\n\r\nI'd ignore her.\r\nPeople can change, Doc.\r\n\r\nI'll remember\r\nyou said that.\r\n\r\n- What?\r\n\r\n- Bravo! Bravo!\r\n- Ma'am? Miss Marcus?\r\n\r\nAw, hell.\r\n\r\nBravo!\r\n\r\nWhoo!\r\n\r\nMiss Marcus, allow me\r\nthe pleasure of a drink.\r\n\r\n- Thank you, sir.\r\n- Milt, champagne!\r\n\r\nSatisfied?\r\n\r\nI stand corrected, Wyatt.\r\nYou're an oak.\r\n\r\n- Thanks, Kate.\r\n\r\nMr. Fabian.\r\n\r\n- Well done.\r\n- Well done.\r\n\r\nGood show, partner,\r\ngood show.\r\n\r\nMr. Fabian, would you\r\ncome sit at my table?\r\n\r\nMr. Earp, would you mind signing\r\nan autograph for me, sir?\r\n\r\nMr. Earp, would you mind signing\r\nan autograph for me, sir?\r\n\r\nMy wife's not gonna\r\nbelieve this.\r\n\r\nWyatt Earp, huh?\r\nHeard of you.\r\n\r\nListen now,\r\nMr. Kansas Law Dog.\r\n\r\nLaw don't go around here.\r\nSavvy?\r\n\r\n- I'm retired.\r\n- Good.\r\n\r\nThat's real good.\r\n\r\nYeah. Yeah, that's real good, law dog,\r\n'cause law just don't go around here.\r\n\r\nYeah, I heard you the first\r\ntime. Winner to the king.\r\nFive hundred dollars.\r\n\r\n- Shut up, Ike.\r\n- You must be Doc Holliday.\r\n\r\nThat's the rumor.\r\n\r\nYou retired too?\r\n\r\nNot me.\r\nI'm in my prime.\r\n\r\nYeah, you look it.\r\n\r\n- Uh, you must be Ringo.\r\n\r\nLook, darlin',\r\nJohnny Ringo,\r\n\r\nthe deadliest pistoleer\r\nsince Wild Bill, they say.\r\n\r\nWhat do you think, darlin',\r\nshould I hate him?\r\n\r\n- You don't even know him.\r\n- No. That's true,\r\n\r\nbut... I don't know, there's\r\njust somethin' about him.\r\n\r\nSomethin' 'round the eyes.\r\n\r\nI don't know.\r\n\r\nReminds me of...\r\n\r\nme.\r\n\r\nNo. I'm sure of it,\r\nI hate him.\r\n\r\nHe's drunk.\r\n\r\nIn vino veritas.\r\n\r\nAge quod agis.\r\n\r\nIn pace requiescat.\r\n\r\nCome on, boys, we don't want any\r\ntrouble in here, not in any language.\r\n\r\nThat's Latin, darlin'.\r\n\r\nEvidently, Mr. Ringo's\r\nan educated man.\r\n\r\nNow I really hate him.\r\n\r\n- Watch it, Johnny.\r\n\r\n- I hear he's real fast.\r\n\r\n- Come on. Go, Johnny.\r\n\r\n- Yeah!\r\n\r\n- Bravo!\r\n\r\n- Drinks are on me!\r\n- Whoo!\r\n\r\nGettin' kinda spooky\r\naround here.\r\n\r\n- Curly Bill, huh?\r\n- Mm-hmm.\r\n\r\n- Who was that other idiot?\r\n- Ike Clanton.\r\n\r\n- Table's open!\r\n- The man dealing faro, who is he?\r\n\r\nThat's Wyatt Earp. Built a name for\r\nhimself as a peace officer in Kansas.\r\n\r\nHmm, peace officer.\r\n\r\nVery impressive.\r\n\r\nI believe he's married.\r\n\r\nMore champagne?\r\n\r\nOh, hell.\r\n\r\n- Hello.\r\n- Hello.\r\n\r\nWe've, uh, we've never actually met.\r\nMy name is...\r\n\r\nWyatt Earp.\r\nYes, I know.\r\n\r\n- I'm Jos...\r\n- Josephine Marcus.\r\n\r\nEverybody knows.\r\n\r\nI was beginning to think\r\nwe'd never meet.\r\n\r\nThis is fortuitous.\r\nThat means 'lucky.'\r\n\r\nYeah, I...\r\nI know what it means.\r\n\r\n- Easy now.\r\n\r\n- What is it?\r\n- That mare is in season.\r\n\r\nBet she's starting.\r\n\r\n- How do they know?\r\n- They know. It's the scent.\r\n\r\nAh!\r\n\r\n- Well, I guess we'd better split\r\n'em up. It's been real n...\r\n- I have a better idea.\r\n\r\nLet's run it out of them.\r\n\r\nYeah, I'm an oak,\r\nall right.\r\n\r\n- Whoa!\r\n\r\nWell, end of the road.\r\n\r\n- Maybe for you. Hyah!\r\n- Hyah!\r\n\r\nThat was lovely.\r\n\r\nLovely? You could've been\r\nkilled back there, or busted up.\r\n\r\nFun, though,\r\nwasn't it?\r\n\r\n- You'd die for fun?\r\n- Wouldn't you?\r\n\r\nOh, he's laughing. I didn't\r\nthink you ever laughed.\r\n\r\nYeah, I...\r\nI laugh sometimes.\r\n\r\nYes, but how often?\r\nAre you happy?\r\n\r\nAm I happy? Well, I don't know.\r\nI'm happy as the next man, I guess.\r\n\r\nI don't laugh all day long like\r\nan idiot, if that's what you mean.\r\n\r\n- Touchy about it, aren't you?\r\n- No, I'm not touchy. I'm just...\r\n\r\nIt's a silly question, is all.\r\n'Am I happy? Are you happy? '\r\nAre you happy?\r\n\r\nOh, I'm always happy,\r\nunless I'm bored.\r\n\r\nThat blonde woman,\r\nis that your wife?\r\n\r\nWhat about her?\r\n\r\nNothing. What do you\r\nwant out of life?\r\n\r\nGeez!\r\n\r\n- How do you get these questions?\r\n- Just answer.\r\n\r\nI don't know!\r\nMake some money, I guess.\r\n\r\n- Maybe... have some children.\r\n- Doesn't suit you.\r\n\r\n- Well, how would you know?\r\n- It just doesn't, that's all.\r\n\r\nI oughta know my own mind,\r\nand I'm telling you what\r\nsuits me is a family and kids.\r\n\r\nSuits me right down to the ground.\r\nIn fact, that's my idea of heaven.\r\n\r\n- All right, what's\r\nyour idea of heaven?\r\n- Room service.\r\n\r\nOh, he's laughing again.\r\nWell, that's what I want.\r\n\r\nI wanna move and go places\r\nand never look back.\r\n\r\nJust have fun, forever.\r\n\r\nThat's my idea of heaven.\r\nNeed someone to share it with, though.\r\n\r\nYou mean Behan.\r\n\r\nWell, then...\r\n\r\nWhy are you with him?\r\n\r\nBecause he's handsome\r\nand he's charming and...\r\n\r\nHe's all right.\r\nFor now.\r\n\r\nOh, I know, don't say it,\r\nI'm rotten.\r\n\r\nI've tried to be good.\r\nIt's just so boring.\r\n\r\nThe way you talk.\r\n\r\nNever heard a woman\r\ntalk like that?\r\n\r\nNever.\r\n\r\nI don't have time to be proper.\r\nI wanna live.\r\n\r\nI'm a woman.\r\nI like men.\r\n\r\nIf that means I'm not ladylike,\r\nthen I guess I'm just not a lady.\r\n\r\n- At least, I'm honest.\r\n- You're different.\r\n\r\nThere's no arguin' that.\r\n\r\nBut you're a lady,\r\nall right.\r\n\r\nI'll take my oath on it.\r\n\r\n- Giddap! Come on!\r\n\r\nIs that the opium\r\nLou gave you?\r\n\r\nIt's a new bottle,\r\nisn't it?\r\n\r\nYou better go easy\r\non that stuff.\r\n\r\nWyatt, leave me alone.\r\n\r\n- And where've you been?\r\n- Just out.\r\n\r\n- Hmm.\r\n- Ridin'.\r\n\r\n- How're you feelin', Mattie?\r\n\r\nUh, uh...\r\nI don't know. Uh...\r\n\r\nI'm all right.\r\n\r\nI'm fine.\r\n\r\n- You sure?\r\n- Su... I'm sure.\r\n\r\nWell, I was\r\nthinkin' today,\r\n\r\nwe've already made\r\na pile of money in this place.\r\n\r\nIf we pulled up stakes\r\nand just moved on, you know,\r\n\r\nthen we could stay on the move,\r\nkeep goin', see the world.\r\n\r\nJust... live on room service\r\nfor the rest of our lives.\r\n\r\nHow'd that be?\r\n\r\nRoom serv...\r\n\r\nWyatt, what're you\r\ntalkin' about?\r\n\r\nNothin'. I just...\r\n\r\nJust thinkin' out loud,\r\nand you know I...\r\n\r\nNothin'.\r\n\r\nForget about it.\r\n\r\nOw!\r\n\r\nWhat's she doin' with that lunger?\r\n\r\nHey!\r\n\r\nHey!\r\n\r\nIs that 'Old Dog Trey'?\r\nThat sounds like 'Old Dog Trey' to me.\r\n\r\nPardon?\r\n\r\nYou know, Stephen Foster.\r\n\r\n'Oh! Susanna,'\r\n\r\n'Camptown Races.'\r\n\r\nStephen stinkin' Foster!\r\n\r\nUh, yes, well,\r\n\r\nthis happens to be\r\na nocturne.\r\n\r\n- A which?\r\n- You know,\r\n\r\n- Frederic fucking Chopin.\r\n\r\nOh, yeah.\r\n\r\nBoy, I feel great.\r\n\r\nI feel... just...\r\n\r\ncapital.\r\n\r\n- Yaahhh!\r\n\r\n- Do you see what's\r\ngoing on in the street?\r\n\r\n- Somebody's gotta do something.\r\n- I believe you're the sheriff.\r\n\r\nNo, no, no, no. This is\r\nnot county business. This is\r\na town matter. Marshal?\r\n\r\nYaahhh!\r\n\r\n- Why don't you just leave it alone?\r\n\r\nNo, I, uh...\r\nI gotta do somethin'.\r\n\r\nWah-hoo-wahhh!\r\n\r\nHere's your down card.\r\n\r\n- Curly Bill!\r\n\r\nCome on now.\r\n\r\nWell, howdy, Fred.\r\n\r\nHand those over, Curly.\r\nHand 'em over.\r\n\r\nWhy, sure, Dad.\r\n\r\nI'm only funnin'.\r\n\r\nHere you go.\r\n\r\nFred?\r\n\r\nCome on now. Fred?\r\n\r\n- Got ol' Fred White!\r\n- Hey, everybody!\r\n\r\nBetter get him\r\noff the street.\r\n\r\nFred White's dead! They killed him.\r\nThey killed Fred White!\r\n\r\n- All right, back off.\r\n- Get a rope! String him up!\r\n\r\n- Nobody's hangin' anybody.\r\n- He just killed a man!\r\n\r\nThen he'll stand trial for it.\r\nNow get back! Move!\r\n\r\nTurn him loose!\r\n\r\nHe said to turn\r\nloose of him.\r\n\r\n- Well, I'm not; so, go home.\r\n\r\nI swear to God, law dog, you don't\r\nstep aside, we'll tear you apart.\r\n\r\nAll right, you die first.\r\nGet it?\r\n\r\nYour friends might get me\r\nin a rush, but not before\r\nI make your head into a canoe.\r\n\r\n- He's bluffin'. Let's rush him.\r\n- No... he ain't bluffin'.\r\n\r\nYou're not as stupid\r\nas you look, Ike.\r\n\r\n- Now tell them to get back.\r\n- Go on now, get back.\r\n\r\nGo on!\r\nBilly!\r\n\r\nHe'll kill me.\r\n\r\n- And you, music lover,\r\n\r\nyou're next.\r\n\r\nIt's the drunk piano player.\r\n\r\nYou're so drunk,\r\nyou can't hit nothin'.\r\n\r\nIn fact, you're\r\nprobably seein' double.\r\n\r\nI have two guns,\r\none for each of ya.\r\n\r\nAll right, back it up now!\r\n\r\nGo home now!\r\n\r\nI'll see you soon.\r\n\r\n- I'll see you soon.\r\n- We'll meet again.\r\n\r\nWell, as you can see,\r\n\r\nnever a dull moment.\r\n\r\nSo it takes Judge Spicer\r\nthree weeks to get back to town,\r\n\r\nand he says, 'Well,\r\ndid you actually see it? '\r\n\r\nI said, 'No. By the time I got there,\r\nMarshal White had already been shot.'\r\n\r\nThen Spicer leans forward\r\nand he says,\r\n\r\n- 'Well, can't have a murder\r\nwithout a witness.'\r\n\r\n- What?\r\n- Case dismissed. Can you beat it?\r\n\r\nAfter all that?\r\nAw, hell, who cares?\r\n\r\nNone of my business anyway.\r\n\r\nReady to go, Milt?\r\n\r\nGod, I love this game!\r\nYou know, boys, when we're finally set,\r\n\r\nwe gotta each have\r\na billiard room in our houses.\r\n\r\nI been thinkin',\r\n\r\nmaybe we oughta open up\r\na place of our own. You know?\r\n\r\n- There's the real money. Build it up,\r\n\r\nMilk it for all it's worth,\r\nthen sell it off for a bundle...\r\n\r\nand breeze outta this burg\r\nwith more money than Cresus\r\nand ready to live like kings.\r\n\r\nWhat d'ya think, Virg?\r\n\r\nVirg?\r\n\r\nWhy don't you and me\r\ntake a walk around town...\r\n\r\nand see if we can't spot us out\r\na couple of nice lots?\r\n\r\nIt's workin' out just\r\nlike you said, Wyatt.\r\n\r\n- Goddamn, boys, we're lootin'\r\nthis burg six ways from Sunday.\r\n- Pretty fun too, isn't it?\r\n\r\n- Actually, yeah, I gotta admit.\r\n- Excuse me. Wyatt,\r\ndo you have a moment?\r\n\r\n- Will you just hear me out?\r\n- Now hold on, Mayor.\r\nHe already told you now.\r\n\r\nYou tell him, Morg.\r\n\r\nWhat about you?\r\nYou were a lawman.\r\n\r\n- I'm busy.\r\n\r\nWe're all busy.\r\n\r\nSorry, Mayor, but you're\r\nbarkin' up the wrong tree.\r\n\r\nYou know, you men are makin'\r\na lot of money in this town.\r\n\r\nThat's good. That's good.\r\nGood for you.\r\n\r\nIn the meantime, a lot of\r\ndecent people are suffering.\r\n\r\nBut, please, don't let me take up\r\nany more of your precious time.\r\n\r\nRack 'em.\r\n\r\nI tell ya, I'm suffering.\r\nFrom a hangover.\r\n\r\n- Stop that!\r\n\r\nStop. No.\r\n\r\nHold on a minute!\r\nWait a minute!\r\n\r\n- Calm down and listen to me!\r\n\r\nNobody's sayin'\r\nyou can't own a gun.\r\n\r\nNobody's even sayin'\r\nyou can't carry a gun.\r\n\r\nAll we're sayin' is you\r\ncan't carry a gun in town.\r\n\r\nThat's not so bad,\r\nis it?\r\n\r\nListen, Mayor, I have\r\nto talk to you about this.\r\n\r\nNo, we don't have to talk.\r\nYou can read, can't you?\r\nIt's a town matter.\r\n\r\nWhat in the hell are you doin'?\r\nI told you we weren't gettin' involved.\r\n\r\nYou got us involved\r\nwhen you brought us here.\r\n\r\nNow you hold on\r\na minute, Virg.\r\n\r\nHold on nothin'!\r\nI walk around this town and\r\nlook these people in the eyes.\r\n\r\nIt's just like someone's\r\nslappin' me in the face.\r\n\r\nThese people are afraid\r\nto walk down the street,\r\n\r\nand I'm tryin' to make money off\r\nthat like some goddamn vulture!\r\n\r\nIf we're gonna have a future\r\nin this town, it's gotta have\r\nsome law and order.\r\n\r\nDon't do this to me!\r\n\r\n- It's got nothin' to do\r\nwith you! It's got to do wi...\r\n- Nothin' to do with me?\r\n\r\nI'm your brother, for Christ's sake!\r\nGod, I don't believe this!\r\n\r\nTalk to him, will you?\r\nOr hit him!\r\n\r\nAh, God, don't tell me!\r\n\r\nLike you said, Wyatt,\r\nwe're brothers.\r\n\r\nGotta back your brother's play.\r\nJust did like I figured you would.\r\n\r\nAll right now, you listen\r\nto me, both of ya!\r\n\r\nFor the first time\r\nin our lives,\r\n\r\nwe got a chance to stop wandering\r\nand finally be a family.\r\n\r\nThis is trouble we don't need.\r\nYou saw what happened to Fred White.\r\n\r\nWe know what\r\nwe're doin', Wyatt.\r\n\r\nOkay, fine. Say you're right,\r\nsay you don't get yourself killed.\r\n\r\nThere's somethin' else.\r\n\r\nAll those years I worked those\r\ncow towns, I was only ever mixed\r\nup in one shootin', just one.\r\n\r\nBut a man lost his life,\r\nand I took it.\r\n\r\nYou don't know how\r\nthat feels, Morg.\r\n\r\nBelieve me, boy,\r\nyou don't ever wanna know.\r\n\r\nNot ever.\r\n\r\nDidn't even make a dent, did I?\r\n\r\nAll right.\r\n\r\nYou're both makin' a big mistake.\r\n\r\n# What remained of our day\r\nin the sunshine #\r\n\r\n- # That brightened\r\nour pathway a while #\r\n- Do you wanna ante?\r\n\r\n- Yeah, fine.\r\n- # Come and sit by my side\r\nif you love me #\r\n\r\n# Do not hasten\r\nto bid me adieu #\r\n\r\n# But remember\r\nthe Red River Valley #\r\n\r\n# And the girl who has\r\nloved you so true #\r\n\r\n- What do you think of the singer?\r\n- # Will you think of the vow... #\r\n\r\nNice voice.\r\n\r\nWyatt, Doc won't quit.\r\nHe's been at it for hours straight.\r\n\r\nClanton and the McLaury brothers\r\ncame in an hour ago.\r\n\r\n- I tried to get him to go to bed,\r\nbut he won't let go.\r\n- I know, and nobody can make him.\r\n\r\nWyatt, just in time.\r\nPull up a chair.\r\n\r\nDoc, you been hittin' it\r\nawful hard, haven't ya?\r\n\r\nNonsense. I've not yet\r\nbegun to defile myself.\r\n\r\nI was wonderin' if you\r\nwouldn't wanna go on over\r\nto the Crystal Palace...\r\n\r\nI will not be pawed at,\r\nthank you very much.\r\n\r\n- I'm sorry.\r\n- That's right.\r\n\r\nDoc can go on day and night,\r\nand then some.\r\n\r\nThat's my loving man.\r\nHave another one, my loving man.\r\n\r\nI'm in.\r\n\r\nStraight.\r\n\r\nLoving man,\r\nyou been called.\r\n\r\nOops.\r\n\r\nWhat is that now?\r\n\r\nThat hands in a row, Holliday?\r\nSon-of-a-bitch, nobody's that lucky.\r\n\r\nWhy, Ike,\r\nwhatever do you mean?\r\n\r\nTake it easy, boys.\r\n\r\nMaybe poker's\r\njust not your game, Ike.\r\n\r\nI know, let's have\r\na spelling contest.\r\n\r\n- How 'bout if I just\r\nwring your scrawny neck?\r\n- Enough, Ike.\r\n\r\nAre you takin'\r\nhis part? Huh?\r\n\r\nI'm the one\r\nwho got cheated!\r\n\r\nYou goddamn pimps!\r\nYou all in it together.\r\n\r\nNobody's in anything.\r\nIke, you're drunk.\r\nGo on home and sleep it off.\r\n\r\nGet your goddamn hands off me!\r\n\r\nDon't you ever put\r\nyour hands on me, see?\r\n\r\nDon't you ever try to manhandle\r\na Cowboy, 'cause we'll cut\r\nyour goddamn pimp's heart out.\r\n\r\n- Understand me, pimp?\r\n- Don't you threaten me,\r\nyou little son-of-a-bitch!\r\n\r\nAll right! All right!\r\nCome on, easy, Virg, easy!\r\n\r\nYou just go on home and\r\nforget about it, huh, Ike?\r\n\r\nCome on, Virg.\r\n\r\nI ain't gonna forget nothin'.\r\n\r\nWell, that certainly was a bust.\r\n\r\nCome, darlin'. Let's seek\r\nour entertainment elsewhere.\r\n\r\nForget it, Virg. Go on.\r\nGet some fresh air.\r\n\r\nWhat's wrong, Doc?\r\n\r\nNothin'. Not a thing.\r\n\r\nI'm right as the mail.\r\n\r\nDoc? Doc!\r\n\r\nAll right, get him up.\r\nLet's get him to the hotel.\r\n\r\n- What's wrong with him?\r\n- Lunger.\r\n\r\nYeah, well, I hope you die.\r\n\r\nGive me my guns.\r\n\r\nMy rifle.\r\n\r\nGoddamn bastards.\r\nThink they can cheat me.\r\n\r\nNobody cheated you, Ike.\r\nJust go home.\r\n\r\nI don't take no mouth\r\nfrom no bartenders, neither.\r\n\r\nThere, ya see?\r\n\r\nGive somebody a rap on the beezer,\r\nget some respect around here.\r\n\r\nYou tell the Earps, I see 'em\r\non the street and Doc Holliday,\r\n\r\nI'm gonna send them to hell\r\non a shutter. You tell 'em that...\r\n\r\nPick these guns up.\r\n\r\nCome on.\r\n\r\nCome on, Ike.\r\n\r\nCome on!\r\n\r\n- Hey, you walkin'?\r\n- Leave me alone.\r\n\r\n- You gonna give Ike back his guns.\r\n- Not 'til he sobers up.\r\n\r\nWearin' that badge\r\ndon't make you right.\r\n\r\nWho the hell\r\nyou think you are?\r\n\r\n- Watch the way you walk,\r\nyou stupid bastard.\r\n- Easy, kid, I'm sorry.\r\n\r\nI ain't easy\r\nand I ain't your kid.\r\n\r\nYou take your sorry\r\nand shove it up your ass.\r\n\r\nI'll fight you right now.\r\n\r\nGoddammit!\r\n\r\nYou're gonna bleed.\r\n\r\nYou got a fight comin'.\r\nComin' today.\r\n\r\nBastards! We're comin'!\r\n\r\nYour condition's\r\nquite advanced.\r\n\r\nI'd say you lost some %\r\nof your lung tissue, maybe more.\r\n\r\nWhat's the verdict?\r\n\r\nTwo years. Two days.\r\nHard to say, if you stop now:\r\n\r\nYour smokin',\r\nyour drinkin',\r\n\r\nyour gamblin',\r\nyour night life.\r\n\r\nYou need complete rest.\r\n\r\nWhat I mean is,\r\nyou must attempt to, uh, deny...\r\n\r\n- your, uh, marital impulse.\r\n- Get out of my sight.\r\n\r\n- How are you feeling, Doc?\r\n- Mmm, better.\r\n\r\nThat's good.\r\n\r\nI knew it wasn't nothing.\r\n\r\nWe must talk, darlin'.\r\n\r\nIt appears, uh...\r\n\r\nwe must redefine the nature\r\nof our association.\r\n\r\nI'm a good woman\r\nto you, Doc.\r\n\r\nDon't I always\r\ntake care of ya?\r\n\r\nNobody cares for you\r\nlike me.\r\n\r\nI'm a good woman.\r\n\r\nYes, it's true,\r\nyou are a good woman.\r\n\r\nThen again...\r\n\r\nyou may be the Antichrist.\r\n\r\nGoddamn.\r\n\r\nNow there's six of 'em.\r\nHell, this is like a bad dream.\r\n\r\nJust stay calm. Use your head.\r\nIt'll be all right.\r\n\r\nJust the same, though...\r\n\r\nGuess maybe you better\r\nswear me in.\r\n\r\nThose Cowboys been telling everybody\r\nin town they're gonna clean you out.\r\n\r\nThey're back there in that lot\r\nbehind the O.K. Corral.\r\n\r\n- Thank you, Mayor.\r\n- What're you doin' out of bed, Doc?\r\n\r\nWhat in the hell's goin' on?\r\nFive people come up to my room...\r\n\r\ntellin' me the Clantons and McLaurys\r\nare gunnin' for us.\r\n\r\n- We goin' down there or not?\r\nWhat are we gonna do?\r\n- Wait 'til the liquor wears off.\r\n\r\nSoon as they start gettin' headaches,\r\nthey'll lose interest.\r\n\r\nLose interest, hell.\r\nThey're threatenin' our lives.\r\n\r\n- You'll never make that stick.\r\n- They're carryin' guns, Wyatt.\r\n\r\nChrist's sake, Virg,\r\nthat's a misdemeanor.\r\n\r\nYou go arrest them, something\r\ngoes wrong, maybe somebody\r\nreally gets his head broken.\r\n\r\nYou'll have Cowboys\r\ncomin' around lookin' for\r\ntrouble from here to Christmas.\r\n\r\n- You want to risk all that\r\nover a misdemeanor?\r\n- Damn right I'll risk it.\r\n\r\nThey're breakin' the law.\r\n\r\nIt's not your problem, Doc.\r\nYou don't have to mix up in this.\r\n\r\nThat is a hell of a thing\r\nfor you to say to me.\r\n\r\nAll right, Virg.\r\n\r\nYour call.\r\nGive Doc the shotgun.\r\n\r\nThey'll be less apt\r\nto get nerv-i-ous...\r\n\r\nif he's on\r\nthe street howitzer.\r\n\r\nHey! Bang bang\r\nbang bang bang!\r\n\r\nGo on! Get home!\r\n\r\nGoddamn kid.\r\n\r\nHow the hell did we\r\nget ourselves into this?\r\n\r\nYou don't have to worry about a thing.\r\nI just disarmed them.\r\n\r\nYou did?\r\nCome on, boys.\r\n\r\nGentlemen, I'm not\r\ngonna allow any trouble.\r\n\r\nWe're here to disarm you.\r\nThrow up your hands.\r\n\r\nHold it!\r\nThat's not what I want!\r\n\r\nOh, my God.\r\n\r\nBilly! Billy!\r\n\r\nStop! No! No!\r\n\r\nDon't shoot!\r\nI got no gun!\r\n\r\n- Please don't shoot me!\r\nI got no gun!\r\n- This fight's commenced!\r\n\r\nGet to fightin' or get away!\r\n\r\n- Unh!\r\n- Shut the door!\r\n\r\nAah!\r\n\r\nGive me your goddamned gun!\r\nDamn it!\r\n\r\nBilly! Billy!\r\n\r\nDoc, behind us!\r\n\r\nI got you now,\r\nyou son-of-a-bitch.\r\n\r\nYou're a daisy if you do.\r\n\r\nMorgan, hold quiet now.\r\n\r\nHere you go.\r\nEasy. Easy, man.\r\n\r\n- I got you. All right.\r\n- All right!\r\n\r\nAll of you\r\nare under arrest.\r\n\r\nI don't think I'll let you\r\narrest us today, Behan.\r\n\r\nVirg!\r\n\r\n- Virgil!\r\n\r\nWell, I guess we did\r\nour good deed for today, Mayor.\r\n\r\nYou were right.\r\nIt's nothin' like I thought.\r\n\r\n- I almost wish that...\r\n- I know, Morgan.\r\n\r\nI know. Me too.\r\n\r\nOutta the way!\r\nYee-haw!\r\n\r\nGettin' warmer.\r\n\r\nGuess spring's comin'.\r\n\r\n- Hello, Billy. I say hello.\r\n- It's deputy! And I don't\r\nwant to talk to you!\r\n\r\nThose men you killed\r\nwere my friends.\r\n\r\nI'm just a nothin'. But if\r\nI wasn't, I'd fight you right now,\r\n\r\nso I don't\r\nwant to talk to you.\r\n\r\nAll they ever did\r\nwas laugh at him.\r\n\r\nSister boy should've\r\nstuck around.\r\n\r\n- What do you want, Ringo?\r\n- I want your blood.\r\n\r\nAnd I want your souls.\r\n\r\nAnd I want 'em both right now.\r\n\r\n- I don't want any more trouble.\r\n- Well, ya got trouble!\r\n\r\nAnd it starts with you.\r\n\r\nI'm not gonna\r\nfight you, Ringo.\r\n\r\nThere's no money in it.\r\n\r\nSober up.\r\nCome on, boys.\r\n\r\nYou wretched slugs.\r\n\r\nDon't any of ya have the guts\r\nto play for blood?\r\n\r\nI'm your huckleberry.\r\n\r\nThat's just my game.\r\n\r\nAll right, lunger.\r\nYou go to hell.\r\n\r\n- I'll put you out of your misery.\r\n- Say when.\r\n\r\n- Johnny, don't!\r\n- No, Johnny! Whoa, whoa,\r\nwhoa, whoa, whoa!\r\n\r\n- Get off!\r\n- Easy now! It ain't nothin'.\r\n\r\n- Get off!\r\n- Don't mind him!\r\n\r\nHe's just drunk,\r\nthat's all.\r\n\r\nCool down, Johnny!\r\n\r\nNo! No!\r\n\r\nI want them spittin' blood!\r\n\r\n- Easy, son, easy!\r\nNow ain't the time!\r\n- Slow down, Ringo.\r\n\r\nI tell ya, boys, even I'm wary\r\nof what's gonna happen\r\nonce Ringo runs this outfit.\r\n\r\nGod have mercy!\r\n\r\nJuanito, their time will come.\r\n- Gentlemen.\r\n\r\n- You can pull it, boy!\r\n- Let's go get sauced!\r\n\r\n- Barber.\r\n- Yes, sir?\r\n\r\nProceed, sir.\r\n\r\nListen to me.\r\nI need to speak with you.\r\n\r\nNot now. I'm busy.\r\n\r\nI see what's going on\r\nbetween you and Wyatt.\r\n\r\nI'm not a fool.\r\nAnd listen to me.\r\n\r\nLots of so-called hard cases and\r\ntough nuts come and go around this town,\r\n\r\nbut none of them has a clue\r\nabout the real play... none of them.\r\n\r\nNow after tonight, there'll be one man\r\nin charge of Tombstone.\r\n\r\nYou'll be happy to know him.\r\nBet on it.\r\n\r\nGonna be one of those nights.\r\n\r\nIt's gettin' late, boys.\r\nI'm gonna go to bed.\r\n\r\n- Good night, Virg.\r\n- Good night, Morg.\r\n\r\nBundle up, Virg.\r\nIt's gettin' cold out there.\r\n\r\nYeah.\r\n\r\nTower of Babel.\r\n\r\nDeath and the Devil.\r\n\r\n- Oh, dear.\r\n- Oh, Allie. I wish you'd learn\r\nto play a real card game.\r\n\r\n- More tea, Mattie?\r\n- Mm-mmm. No, no.\r\n\r\n- Are you all right, Mattie?\r\n- Yes.\r\n\r\n- Are you expecting someone?\r\n- Only Virg.\r\n\r\nPlease. I know it's awful\r\nto come here, but listen.\r\n\r\nI think something's\r\ngonna happen tonight.\r\n\r\nIt's Virg.\r\n\r\n- No! Get down!\r\n\r\nThat thunder's\r\nsure gettin' close.\r\n\r\nVirgil. What'd ya forget?\r\n\r\nWyatt.\r\n\r\nWill you hurry\r\nwith that water, please?\r\n\r\nCome on, Lou.\r\n\r\nWyatt! Wyatt!\r\n\r\nThey hit Claude's house too,\r\nshot up his wife.\r\n\r\nHis wife!\r\nWhoever heard of that?\r\n\r\nThey're bugs, Wyatt. All that\r\nsmart talk about live and let live.\r\n\r\nThere ain't no live\r\nand let live with bugs.\r\n\r\nAll right, you listen to me now.\r\nWe gotta get out of here.\r\n\r\nGet out of here?\r\nListen to yourself, Wyatt.\r\n\r\nLie down and crawl or you might\r\nget hurt? What kind of talk is that?\r\n\r\n- Do you see what's happening here?\r\n- What?\r\n\r\nWhat do you mean?\r\nWhat are you saying?\r\n\r\nNo. Please, no.\r\n\r\nI'm afraid your husband's\r\ngoing to lose the use of his arm.\r\n\r\nOh, God, no.\r\n\r\nDon't worry, Allie girl.\r\n\r\nI still got one good arm\r\nto hold you with.\r\n\r\nGoddamn...\r\n\r\n- Goddamn sons-of-bitches!\r\n- Morgan, wait a minute! Virg...\r\n\r\n- You had to be so damned smart.\r\n- I'm sorry, Allie.\r\n\r\nI told you, Virg.\r\n\r\n- Not now, Wyatt.\r\n- All right.\r\n\r\n- All right, what do you want me to do?\r\n\r\n- Just leave me alone, for God's sakes.\r\n- Virg...\r\n\r\nHe doesn't want\r\nto talk now, Wyatt!\r\n\r\nI heard about what they did\r\nto your women. That was wrong.\r\n\r\nI'm here to let you know that it\r\nwasn't me. I had no part of it.\r\n\r\nNo? Brothers to the bone,\r\nright, McMasters?\r\n\r\nNo. Not anymore.\r\nNot after this night.\r\n\r\nHe's right, Wyatt. You want us\r\nfor anything, we're with you.\r\n\r\nCome on.\r\n\r\nHold him!\r\n\r\n- No! Get her out of here! Jesus!\r\n\r\n- Somebody shut that dog up!\r\n\r\n- I said hold him, goddammit!\r\n\r\n- Somebody get that\r\ngoddamn dog out of here!\r\n\r\nThe bullet's too deep.\r\nI can't get it out.\r\n\r\n- The way it's lodged\r\nin there... I'm sorry.\r\n\r\nEasy, Morg.\r\nIs that better?\r\n\r\nYeah.\r\n\r\nYou were right, Wyatt.\r\nThey got me good.\r\n\r\nDon't let 'em get you, brother.\r\nYou're the one.\r\n\r\nEasy, Morg.\r\n\r\nDon't worry about that, now.\r\n\r\nRemember what I said\r\nabout seein' a light when you're dyin'?\r\n\r\nYeah. Yeah.\r\n\r\nThat ain't true.\r\n\r\nI can't see a damn thing.\r\n\r\nMorg?\r\n\r\nMorg!\r\n\r\nMorg?\r\n\r\nNo.\r\n\r\nMorgan! No!\r\n\r\nMorgan, don't die!\r\nI love you!\r\n\r\nDon't die!\r\n\r\nWhy? Why him?\r\n\r\n- No. No, get away from me!\r\n- Wyatt!\r\n\r\nCan't you see?\r\nGet away from me!\r\n\r\nMorgan!\r\n\r\nAnd so she walked\r\nout of our lives forever.\r\n\r\nGiddup!\r\n\r\nWant you to know it's over.\r\n\r\nWell.\r\n\r\nBye.\r\n\r\nYou smell that, Bill?\r\n\r\nSmells like someone died.\r\n\r\nJesus, Johnny.\r\n\r\n- Giddyap!\r\n\r\nAdios, cabrones.\r\n\r\nIke.\r\n\r\nTake Stillwell and finish it.\r\n\r\nNow, you take care of yourself...\r\n\r\n- That's Virgil with the women.\r\n- He's mine!\r\n\r\n- All aboard!\r\n- Hey, Mattie! Where's Wyatt?\r\n\r\nRight behind you, Stillwell.\r\n\r\n- Aah!\r\n- No!\r\n\r\nSweet Jesus.\r\n\r\nAll right, Clanton.\r\n\r\nYou called down the thunder.\r\nWell, now you got it.\r\n\r\nYou see that? It says,\r\n'United States Marshal.'\r\n\r\nWyatt.\r\nPlease don't kill me. Please.\r\n\r\nTake a good look at him, Ike,\r\n'cause that's how you're gonna end up.\r\n\r\nThe Cowboys are finished.\r\nYou understand me?\r\n\r\nI see a red sash,\r\nI kill the man wearin' it.\r\n\r\nSo run, you cur.\r\n\r\nRun! Tell all the other curs\r\nthe law is comin'!\r\n\r\nYou tell 'em I'm comin'!\r\n\r\nAnd hell's comin'\r\nwith me, you hear?\r\n\r\nHell's comin' with me!\r\n\r\nNobody move!\r\n\r\n- Nonsense. By all means, move.\r\n- \r\n\r\n-\r\n- Get down!\r\n\r\nHey, Wyatt!\r\n\r\nHow the hell are ya?\r\n\r\nOhh!\r\n\r\nI got some boys\r\nover there behind ya!\r\n\r\nGot you in a little crossfire.\r\nHow do ya like that?\r\n\r\nCome on! Think of\r\nsomething fast, would ya?\r\n\r\nWyatt?\r\nHey, Wyatt.\r\n\r\n- No.\r\n- Wyatt!\r\n\r\n- No.\r\n- Wyatt, what are you doin'?\r\n\r\nLook at that.\r\n\r\nYeah.\r\n\r\nCome and get some, boy.\r\n\r\nNo! Let me!\r\n\r\n- No.\r\n\r\n- Son-of-a-bitch.\r\n- No!\r\n\r\nJesus Christ!\r\n\r\nYaahh!\r\n\r\nNo. No!\r\n\r\nDid you ever see anything\r\nlike that before?\r\n\r\n- Hell, I ain't never even\r\nheard of anything like that.\r\n- Nothin'.\r\n\r\nWhere is he?\r\n\r\nDown by the creek,\r\n\r\nwalkin' on water.\r\n\r\nWell, let's hope he's got\r\nanother miracle up his sleeve.\r\n\r\n'Cause if I know Ringo,\r\nhe's headed straight for us.\r\n\r\nWell, if they were my brothers,\r\nI'd want revenge too.\r\n\r\nNo. Make no mistake.\r\n\r\nIt's not revenge he's after.\r\n\r\nIt's a reckoning.\r\n\r\nDoc. You ought to be in bed. What\r\nthe hell you doin' this for anyway?\r\n\r\nWyatt Earp is my friend.\r\n\r\nHell, I got lots of friends.\r\n\r\nI don't.\r\n\r\nWhoa! Whoa!\r\n\r\nMy God.\r\n\r\n- Are you all right?\r\n- What do you care?\r\n\r\nIt was your friends\r\nthat did it.\r\n\r\nMust've been Claiborne and Fuller.\r\nThey left here last night.\r\n\r\nAw, no.\r\n\r\nThey tried to take my watch.\r\n\r\nHe cursed them for cowards,\r\nand they shot him.\r\n\r\nI don't understand\r\nany of this.\r\n\r\nI just know it's ugly.\r\n\r\nYou're all ugly,\r\n\r\nand he was beautiful.\r\n\r\nHe tried to bring something\r\nfine into your ugly world,\r\nand you shot him for it.\r\n\r\nNot that you care.\r\n\r\n- Billy. Where you goin'?\r\n- I'm not goin' with you.\r\n\r\nBilly!\r\nBilly, get back here!\r\n\r\nI'm sorry, sir,\r\nbut we got to have some law.\r\n\r\n- Billy!\r\n- Let him go. Who cares?\r\n\r\nYaahh! Get the hell\r\noutta here! Go on!\r\n\r\nParty's over, boys.\r\nLet's go!\r\n\r\nWhoa.\r\n\r\nRingo and Behan\r\nare out front.\r\n\r\nThere is about of 'em.\r\n\r\nThey're all wearin' badges.\r\n\r\nChrist.\r\n\r\nWe gotta find\r\na place to hole up.\r\n\r\nDoc.\r\n\r\nGrab him.\r\n\r\nI got him.\r\n\r\nI got him!\r\n\r\nIs this Henry Hooker's ranch?\r\n\r\nThat's right.\r\nAnd I'm Hooker.\r\n\r\nWe got a sick man.\r\n\r\nAnd our horses are done in.\r\n\r\nPut him up at my place,\r\n\r\nas long as it's just tonight.\r\n\r\nWe're in debt to ya.\r\n\r\nI know you boys have got to keep movin',\r\nbut he looks pretty bad to me.\r\n\r\n- Whoa!\r\n- I, uh...\r\n\r\nThey got held up,\r\nand their boss actor got killed.\r\n\r\nThey came here to water the horses,\r\nthen they'll push on.\r\n\r\nI'm sorry about your friend.\r\nAnd I'm... I'm sorry that I...\r\n\r\nI forgave you\r\nthe moment you said it.\r\n\r\nYou did? Well...\r\n\r\nThank you.\r\n\r\nAll set.\r\n\r\nI have to go.\r\n\r\nWait.\r\n\r\n- Hyah!\r\n\r\nGiddup!\r\n\r\nWhat the hell is that?\r\n\r\nThey got McMasters!\r\n\r\nGeez!\r\n\r\nRingo wanted to make sure\r\nhe got your attention, Marshal!\r\n\r\nHe wants a straight-up fight,\r\njust you and him,\r\n\r\nto settle this thing\r\nonce and for all.\r\n\r\nOak grove at the mouth\r\nof Silver Springs canyon, : !\r\n\r\nYou tell him I'll be there!\r\n\r\n- Are you crazy?\r\n- I'll be there!\r\n\r\nIt's not finished.\r\n\r\nAfter I'm done\r\nwith Wyatt Earp,\r\n\r\ntake your Cowboys and finish off\r\nCreek Johnson and Texas Jack.\r\n\r\nYou burn 'em, Ike.\r\n\r\n- Burn 'em all.\r\n- Hell, Johnny,\r\nhe ain't even gonna show.\r\n\r\nGiddap!\r\n\r\nHe'll show.\r\n\r\nI spent my whole life not knowin'\r\nwhat I wanted outta life,\r\n\r\njust chasin' my tail.\r\n\r\nNow for the first time\r\nI know exactly what I want,\r\n\r\nand who.\r\n\r\nAnd that's\r\nthe damnable misery of it.\r\n\r\nWhat makes a man\r\nlike Ringo, Doc?\r\n\r\nWhat makes him\r\ndo the things he does?\r\n\r\nA man like Ringo...\r\n\r\ngot a great empty hole\r\nright through the middle of him.\r\n\r\nHe can never kill enough\r\nor steal enough...\r\n\r\nor inflict enough pain\r\nto ever fill it.\r\n\r\nWhat does he need?\r\n\r\nRevenge.\r\n\r\nFor what?\r\n\r\nBein' born.\r\n\r\nIt all happened so fast\r\nwith Curly Bill...\r\n\r\nI didn't really have time\r\nto think about it,\r\n\r\nbut I've had plenty of time\r\nto think about this.\r\n\r\nI can't beat him, can I?\r\n\r\nNo.\r\n\r\nWait.\r\nI'm goin' with ya.\r\n\r\nOh, God. I'm sorry.\r\n\r\nI'm sorry, Wyatt.\r\n\r\nIt's all right, Doc.\r\n\r\nWhat's it like to wear\r\none of those?\r\n\r\nDon't worry.\r\n\r\nThey want him,\r\nthey gotta come over us first.\r\n\r\nHe's waitin' for you by the big oak,\r\nquarter mile up that trail.\r\n\r\nThey're not givin' ya\r\nany safe conduct.\r\n\r\nShootin' starts, you better kick east\r\nto the New Mexico line.\r\n\r\nI ain't got the words.\r\n\r\nI know.\r\n\r\nMe neither.\r\n\r\nWell.\r\n\r\nI didn't think\r\nya had it in you.\r\n\r\nI'm your huckleberry.\r\n\r\nWhy, Johnny Ringo,\r\n\r\nyou look like somebody\r\njust walked over your grave.\r\n\r\nFight's not with you, Holliday.\r\n\r\nI'll beg to differ, sir. We started\r\na game we never got to finish.\r\n\r\nPlay for blood, remember?\r\n\r\nI was just foolin' about.\r\n\r\nI wasn't.\r\n\r\nAnd this time...\r\n\r\nit's legal.\r\n\r\nAll right, lunger.\r\nLet's do it.\r\n\r\nSay when.\r\n\r\nCome on. Come on!\r\n\r\nOh, Johnny. Come on!\r\n\r\nYou're no daisy.\r\nYou're no daisy at all!\r\n\r\nPoor soul.\r\n\r\nYou were just\r\ntoo high-strung.\r\n\r\nI'm afraid the strain\r\nwas more than he could bear.\r\n\r\nOh, I wasn't quite\r\nas sick as I made out.\r\n\r\nGood God.\r\n\r\nMy hypocrisy\r\ngoes only so far.\r\n\r\nAll right.\r\n\r\nLet's finish it.\r\n\r\nIndeed, sir. The last charge\r\nof Wyatt Earp and his immortals.\r\n\r\nHyah! Hyah, come on!\r\n\r\nNo! Here!\r\n\r\nLook at this!\r\n\r\nHello, Wyatt.\r\n\r\nFather Feeney\r\nand I were just...\r\n\r\ninvestigating the mysteries\r\nof the church of Rome.\r\n\r\nIt appears my hypocrisy\r\nknows no bounds.\r\n\r\nYou're no hypocrite, Doc.\r\nYou just like to sound like one.\r\n\r\nI brought you somethin'.\r\n\r\nWell, let's see.\r\nWhere are we today?\r\n\r\nI'm $ down to you.\r\n\r\n- Two bits a hand. Stud?\r\n- You keep comin' back here.\r\n\r\nI told you not to,\r\nand I meant it.\r\n\r\nYou're the only person\r\nI can afford to lose to anymore.\r\n\r\nHow we feelin' today, Doc?\r\n\r\nI'm dying. How are you?\r\n\r\nPretty much the same.\r\n\r\n- So now we add self-pity\r\nto our list of frailties.\r\n- All right, Doc.\r\n\r\nAll right, how many\r\ncards you want?\r\n\r\nI don't want\r\nto play anymore.\r\n\r\nHow many?\r\n\r\nDamn you.\r\nYou're the most fallible,\r\n\r\nstubborn, self-deluded,\r\n\r\n- bullheaded man I've ever\r\nknown in my entire life.\r\n- I call.\r\n\r\n- You win.\r\n- Yet with all,\r\n\r\nyou're the only human being\r\nin my entire life who ever gave me hope.\r\n\r\nI was in love once.\r\n\r\nMy first cousin.\r\n\r\nShe was .\r\n\r\nWe were both so...\r\n\r\nThat's good, Doc.\r\n\r\nThat's... That's good.\r\nWhat happened?\r\n\r\nShe joined a convent\r\nover the affair.\r\n\r\nShe was all I ever wanted.\r\n\r\nWhat did you want?\r\n\r\nJust to live a normal life.\r\n\r\nThere's no normal life, Wyatt.\r\nThere's just life.\r\n\r\nNow get on with it.\r\n\r\nDon't know how.\r\n\r\nSure you do.\r\nSay good-bye to me.\r\n\r\nGo grab\r\nthat spirited actress...\r\n\r\nand make her your own.\r\n\r\nTake that beauty and run,\r\nand don't look back.\r\n\r\nLive every second.\r\nLive right up to the hilt.\r\n\r\nLive, Wyatt.\r\n\r\nLive for me.\r\n\r\nWyatt? If you\r\never were my friend,\r\n\r\nif you ever had even\r\nthe slightest feelin' for me,\r\n\r\nleave now.\r\n\r\nLeave now.\r\n\r\nPlease?\r\n\r\nThanks for always\r\nbein' there, Doc.\r\n\r\nI'll be damned.\r\n\r\nThis is funny.\r\n\r\nI never thought I would see\r\nGilbert and Sullivan performed\r\nright here in Denver.\r\n\r\n- Good night, Josie.\r\n- Good night.\r\n\r\nGood show.\r\n\r\nYa ever see the sun come up\r\nover the Rockies?\r\n\r\nIt hits all of a sudden,\r\nand below there's California.\r\n\r\nAnd you swear\r\nyou're lookin' at heaven.\r\n\r\nI have nothing left,\r\n\r\nnothing to give you.\r\n\r\nI have no pride,\r\nno dignity.\r\n\r\nNo money. I don't even know\r\nhow we'll make a living, but...\r\n\r\nI promise I'll love you\r\nthe rest of your life.\r\n\r\nDon't worry, Wyatt.\r\nMy family's rich.\r\n\r\nWhat shall we do first?\r\n\r\nWhat you wanted to do\r\nthe first night we met.\r\n\r\n- Remember?\r\n- Uh-uh.\r\n\r\nMay I have this dance?\r\n\r\nYes.\r\n\r\nAnd then we'll\r\nhave room service.\r\n\r\nThe power of the Cowboy Gang\r\nwas broken forever.\r\n\r\nIke Clanton was shot\r\nand killed two years later\r\nduring an attempted robbery.\r\n\r\nMattie died of a drug overdose\r\nshortly after she left Tombstone.\r\n\r\nVirgil and Allie Earp\r\nmoved to California, where Virgil,\r\n\r\ndespite the use of only one arm,\r\nbecame a town sheriff.\r\n\r\nWyatt and Josephine\r\nembarked on a series of adventures.\r\n\r\nUp or down, thin or flush,\r\nin years they never left\r\neach other's side.\r\n\r\nWyatt Earp died\r\nin Los Angeles.\r\n\r\nAmong the pallbearers\r\nat his funeral...\r\n\r\nAmong the pallbearers\r\nat his funeral...\r\n\r\nwere early Western movie stars\r\nWilliam S. 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