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'1879 - the Civil War is over and the resulting economic explosion spurs the great migration west. | 0:00:32 | 0:00:40 | |
'Farmers, prospectors, killers and thieves seek their fortunes. | 0:00:40 | 0:00:45 | |
'Cattle drovers give cow towns | 0:00:45 | 0:00:48 | |
'murder rates higher than in modern day New York or Los Angeles. | 0:00:48 | 0:00:53 | |
'From this comes legendary lawman Wyatt Earp. | 0:00:53 | 0:00:57 | |
'He retires his badge and gun to start a quiet life with his family. | 0:00:57 | 0:01:02 | |
'Friend John "Doc" Holliday, Southern gentleman, | 0:01:02 | 0:01:05 | |
'gunman and gambler, also travels west, hoping to relieve his TB. | 0:01:05 | 0:01:10 | |
'Silver is discovered in Arizona and Tombstone becomes the new boom town | 0:01:11 | 0:01:16 | |
'Paris fashions are sold from the backs of wagons. | 0:01:16 | 0:01:20 | |
'Attracted by the air of greed, | 0:01:20 | 0:01:22 | |
'over 100 exiled Texas outlaws form a ruthless gang | 0:01:22 | 0:01:27 | |
'recognised by their red sashes. | 0:01:27 | 0:01:30 | |
'They are the earliest example of organised crime in America. | 0:01:30 | 0:01:34 | |
'They call themselves The Cowboys.' | 0:01:34 | 0:01:38 | |
SINGING IN SPANISH | 0:02:06 | 0:02:08 | |
CHATTER IN SPANISH | 0:02:38 | 0:02:40 | |
Y'all killed two Cowboys. | 0:03:09 | 0:03:11 | |
HE SHOUTS | 0:03:38 | 0:03:40 | |
Looks like we win(!) | 0:03:44 | 0:03:45 | |
Mexican police, huh? | 0:03:59 | 0:04:01 | |
Tell him to get on his knees. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:07 | |
De rodillas! | 0:04:08 | 0:04:10 | |
De rodillas! | 0:04:11 | 0:04:13 | |
He will no kneel, patron. He very proud. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:20 | |
Somebody get this dick on his knees. | 0:04:22 | 0:04:25 | |
Gracias! | 0:04:30 | 0:04:32 | |
They call me Curly Bill Brocius. | 0:04:36 | 0:04:39 | |
I'm what ya might call... founder of the feast. | 0:04:39 | 0:04:43 | |
So, next time we come... | 0:04:44 | 0:04:46 | |
you better step aside. | 0:04:46 | 0:04:48 | |
I ain't kiddin' neither. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:53 | |
RAPID INDISTINCT SPANISH | 0:04:55 | 0:04:57 | |
Patron, he say someone will come to revenge for him. | 0:05:02 | 0:05:08 | |
Something like a sick horse who come to sit with him. He talk crazy. | 0:05:08 | 0:05:12 | |
That's not what he said, you ignorant wretch. | 0:05:13 | 0:05:16 | |
Your Spanish is worse than your English. | 0:05:16 | 0:05:19 | |
You go to hell! | 0:05:22 | 0:05:23 | |
You first. | 0:05:23 | 0:05:25 | |
NO-O-O-O! NO-O! | 0:05:32 | 0:05:34 | |
< SCREAMS OF PROTEST | 0:05:37 | 0:05:39 | |
< WOMAN'S SCREAMS CONTINUE | 0:05:40 | 0:05:43 | |
GUNSHOT THEN SILENCE | 0:05:45 | 0:05:47 | |
Hell, let's eat, boys! | 0:05:50 | 0:05:52 | |
This looks good! | 0:05:52 | 0:05:56 | |
Guess they knew we was comin'(!) | 0:05:53 | 0:05:56 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:05:56 | 0:05:58 | |
El amor de Dios es que ustedes no tienen... | 0:06:01 | 0:06:05 | |
Johnny, what'd that Mexican mean? A sick horse gettin' us? | 0:06:17 | 0:06:22 | |
He was quoting the Bible. | 0:06:24 | 0:06:26 | |
Revelations. | 0:06:26 | 0:06:28 | |
"Behold the pale horse. | 0:06:29 | 0:06:32 | |
"The man who sat on him was Death. | 0:06:32 | 0:06:35 | |
"And Hell followed with him." | 0:06:36 | 0:06:39 | |
TRAIN WHISTLE | 0:06:44 | 0:06:46 | |
Come on! Come on! | 0:07:18 | 0:07:20 | |
Hurts, don't it! | 0:07:30 | 0:07:32 | |
Now let go of that stud and go on about your business. | 0:07:32 | 0:07:37 | |
Mr Earp? | 0:07:48 | 0:07:49 | |
My name's Dake. Crowley Dake. | 0:07:49 | 0:07:52 | |
US Marshall for this territory. | 0:07:52 | 0:07:56 | |
< Forget it. I'm retired. | 0:07:53 | 0:07:56 | |
Excuse me? | 0:07:55 | 0:07:56 | |
I said forget it. I don't want the job. Final. | 0:07:56 | 0:07:59 | |
You don't understand... | 0:07:59 | 0:08:03 | |
No, you don't understand, sir. | 0:08:01 | 0:08:03 | |
I did my duty. Now I wanna get on with my life. | 0:08:03 | 0:08:06 | |
I'm goin' to Tombstone. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:12 | |
Ah, I see. To strike it rich. Tell ya one thing though... | 0:08:08 | 0:08:12 | |
Never saw a rich man that didn't have a guilty conscience. | 0:08:14 | 0:08:19 | |
I already got a guilty conscience. | 0:08:17 | 0:08:19 | |
May as well have the money too. | 0:08:19 | 0:08:21 | |
Good day now. | 0:08:22 | 0:08:23 | |
That's him all right. | 0:08:26 | 0:08:28 | |
I'd know that sour face anywhere. | 0:08:28 | 0:08:31 | |
Virgil! | 0:08:33 | 0:08:35 | |
Morgan! My God! | 0:08:35 | 0:08:37 | |
Hey, Boy! How are ya, Morgan? | 0:08:43 | 0:08:45 | |
Wyatt, you remember Allie? | 0:08:46 | 0:08:48 | |
Good God, well he better! | 0:08:49 | 0:08:52 | |
Allie, girl! | 0:08:50 | 0:08:52 | |
And Louisa! | 0:08:52 | 0:08:54 | |
Wyatt. | 0:08:53 | 0:08:54 | |
You're so lovely, darlin'! I'm at your feet! | 0:08:54 | 0:08:57 | |
Still, Ma always said Morg's the prettiest. | 0:08:58 | 0:09:03 | |
But she doted on the frowner. | 0:09:00 | 0:09:03 | |
That's right. | 0:09:03 | 0:09:04 | |
Mattie! They're already here! | 0:09:06 | 0:09:08 | |
Folks, this is Celia Ann, known as Mattie. | 0:09:08 | 0:09:11 | |
Pleased to meet you, Mattie. | 0:09:12 | 0:09:14 | |
Nice to meet you. | 0:09:13 | 0:09:14 | |
Wyatt, I couldn't find laudanum anywhere! | 0:09:15 | 0:09:19 | |
OK, honey... | 0:09:17 | 0:09:19 | |
I been dreamin' about this forever! | 0:09:19 | 0:09:22 | |
Wait... Look here. | 0:09:22 | 0:09:24 | |
Wyatt... | 0:09:30 | 0:09:34 | |
Don't talk, just... Yeah...! | 0:09:31 | 0:09:34 | |
Thank you for this, Wyatt. It's all your doin'. | 0:09:36 | 0:09:39 | |
We'll make our fortune, boys. | 0:09:40 | 0:09:42 | |
Well, come on. | 0:09:42 | 0:09:44 | |
Gracious, we could be sisters! | 0:09:44 | 0:09:47 | |
She's fine. Wonder where he found her. | 0:09:47 | 0:09:52 | |
Same place we found ours, probably! | 0:09:49 | 0:09:52 | |
Mattie, hon. Did you say you needed some laudanum? | 0:09:56 | 0:10:00 | |
Yes, I did. | 0:09:59 | 0:10:00 | |
I have some right here. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:04 | |
Oh, you're a life-saver! | 0:10:01 | 0:10:04 | |
Just be careful - it's full of hop! | 0:10:05 | 0:10:07 | |
Don't worry. I just get headaches. | 0:10:07 | 0:10:10 | |
Hey, Virg, you see Doc in Prescott? | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
Yeah, he hit a streak - him and Kate. | 0:10:13 | 0:10:15 | |
I miss Doc. I miss that old rep. | 0:10:16 | 0:10:18 | |
I don't. | 0:10:18 | 0:10:20 | |
He makes me laugh. | 0:10:20 | 0:10:22 | |
Yeah! | 0:10:26 | 0:10:27 | |
That's 500, Holliday. You in or out? | 0:10:28 | 0:10:31 | |
Five hundred? Must be a peach of a hand. | 0:10:40 | 0:10:43 | |
Why, thank you, darlin'. | 0:10:50 | 0:10:52 | |
Kate...! You're not wearing a bustle. | 0:10:52 | 0:10:55 | |
How lewd. | 0:10:55 | 0:10:57 | |
You in or out, goddamn it?! | 0:10:57 | 0:10:59 | |
Why, Ed Bailey, you look like you just about ready to burst. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:04 | |
Come on! Show! | 0:11:05 | 0:11:07 | |
Well... | 0:11:08 | 0:11:10 | |
I s'pose I'm deranged, but I guess I'll just have to call. | 0:11:10 | 0:11:15 | |
Cover your ears, darlin'. | 0:11:15 | 0:11:17 | |
Isn't that a daisy? | 0:11:20 | 0:11:22 | |
Son of a bitch! | 0:11:24 | 0:11:26 | |
Bailey, settle down! | 0:11:26 | 0:11:27 | |
Shut up! | 0:11:27 | 0:11:29 | |
Take your money and get out! | 0:11:29 | 0:11:31 | |
I'm tired of listenin' to your mouth. | 0:11:31 | 0:11:34 | |
Why, Ed Bailey... | 0:11:34 | 0:11:36 | |
..are we cross? | 0:11:36 | 0:11:38 | |
Them guns don't scare me. | 0:11:39 | 0:11:41 | |
Cos without them guns you're nothin' but a skinny... | 0:11:42 | 0:11:46 | |
lunger! | 0:11:46 | 0:11:47 | |
Ed, what an ugly thing to say. | 0:11:47 | 0:11:50 | |
A poor ugliness. | 0:11:50 | 0:11:52 | |
Does this mean we're not friends any more? | 0:11:52 | 0:11:55 | |
You know, Ed, if I thought you weren't my friend... | 0:11:55 | 0:11:59 | |
I just don't think I could bear it. | 0:11:59 | 0:12:02 | |
There. Now we can be friends again. | 0:12:18 | 0:12:21 | |
Touch that and die. | 0:12:33 | 0:12:34 | |
I calculate that's the end of this town. | 0:12:44 | 0:12:47 | |
I had a boy at the hotel pack us up. | 0:12:47 | 0:12:50 | |
The horse is outside. | 0:12:50 | 0:12:51 | |
So that's why you've no bustle. | 0:12:51 | 0:12:54 | |
My sweet soft Hungarian devil. | 0:12:57 | 0:13:00 | |
Well... | 0:13:05 | 0:13:07 | |
Good evenin', then. | 0:13:11 | 0:13:13 | |
Let's not bother about the luggage. | 0:13:17 | 0:13:20 | |
< Hey, Morg! | 0:14:39 | 0:14:40 | |
Pretty big, isn't it? | 0:14:40 | 0:14:42 | |
Oh...! | 0:14:45 | 0:14:46 | |
You can smell the silver in this town! | 0:14:47 | 0:14:50 | |
Look at these girls! | 0:14:54 | 0:14:56 | |
Hot damn this burg's jumpin'! | 0:14:57 | 0:14:59 | |
Here we go, ladies. | 0:14:59 | 0:15:01 | |
Sheriff. | 0:15:14 | 0:15:15 | |
Newcomers, eh? | 0:15:24 | 0:15:26 | |
Name's John Behan. Cochise County Sheriff. Just hit town? | 0:15:26 | 0:15:30 | |
Yep. I'm Wyatt Earp. These are my brothers Virgil and... | 0:15:30 | 0:15:36 | |
Wyatt Earp? Dodge City? | 0:15:33 | 0:15:36 | |
Gave that up. Going into business. Don't even carry a gun now. | 0:15:36 | 0:15:40 | |
Business, huh? Then I'm the man to see. | 0:15:40 | 0:15:43 | |
Besides sheriff, I'm also tax collector, and head of | 0:15:44 | 0:15:48 | |
the fire brigade and the Anti-Chinese League. Ma'am. | 0:15:48 | 0:15:52 | |
How d'you do? | 0:15:52 | 0:15:54 | |
Yeah. Man of many parts. | 0:15:55 | 0:15:57 | |
Say, you got a place to stay yet? | 0:15:58 | 0:16:00 | |
No. Like I said, we just got here. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:03 | |
I also sit on the lot commission. | 0:16:03 | 0:16:07 | |
Really? | 0:16:05 | 0:16:07 | |
In fact, we got three lovely cottages comin' up to rent. | 0:16:07 | 0:16:11 | |
I'll throw in a good cleanin'. No charge. | 0:16:11 | 0:16:15 | |
Believe me, you won't find a better deal in town. | 0:16:15 | 0:16:19 | |
Sounds pretty good. | 0:16:20 | 0:16:22 | |
I'll have my man show 'em to ya. | 0:16:22 | 0:16:24 | |
Thank you. | 0:16:25 | 0:16:26 | |
Hey, Wyatt! Get on over here. I want you to meet Fred White. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:37 | |
He's the town Marshall. | 0:16:37 | 0:16:39 | |
My pleasure. | 0:16:38 | 0:16:39 | |
More law? I just met the County Sheriff. | 0:16:40 | 0:16:43 | |
Who - Behan? He ain't no law. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:45 | |
Only law around here is The Cowboys. | 0:16:45 | 0:16:51 | |
Cowboys? I had a run-in with a coupla them in Prescott. | 0:16:47 | 0:16:51 | |
Nobody does nothin' without 'em. There's three over there. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:56 | |
You can always spot 'em by their red sashes. | 0:16:56 | 0:16:59 | |
Fact is, Cowboys are good for business. | 0:17:00 | 0:17:03 | |
What about all these saloons? | 0:17:03 | 0:17:05 | |
A real mother lode here in Tombstone. | 0:17:05 | 0:17:08 | |
All Allen Street, 24 hours a day - liquor, hostesses, gamblin'. | 0:17:08 | 0:17:13 | |
Makin' money hand over fist. All except the Oriental. | 0:17:13 | 0:17:18 | |
A real slaughterhouse. | 0:17:18 | 0:17:19 | |
Even the high-rollers won't go near it. | 0:17:19 | 0:17:22 | |
Too bad, too. It's a nice place. | 0:17:22 | 0:17:25 | |
Hell of a waste. | 0:17:26 | 0:17:28 | |
Wyatt? | 0:17:31 | 0:17:32 | |
There he goes...! | 0:17:32 | 0:17:34 | |
Old Wyatt. | 0:17:35 | 0:17:37 | |
Howdy, stranger. What can I get ya? | 0:17:56 | 0:18:01 | |
I wouldn't mind one of those cigars. | 0:17:58 | 0:18:01 | |
Thank you. | 0:18:02 | 0:18:04 | |
Kinda nice in here. You run it? | 0:18:05 | 0:18:08 | |
Milt Joyce. Owner-operator. | 0:18:08 | 0:18:10 | |
Wyatt Earp. | 0:18:10 | 0:18:12 | |
Yeah, sure(!) | 0:18:12 | 0:18:13 | |
-I said lay off the Queen, jackass! -> | 0:18:13 | 0:18:16 | |
Excuse me for askin', Milt, but, kinda dead in here, isn't it? | 0:18:20 | 0:18:26 | |
See that bird at the faro table? | 0:18:24 | 0:18:26 | |
Back that Queen again, you son of a bitch, I'll blow it up your ass! | 0:18:28 | 0:18:31 | |
Came in here one day, slappin' the customers, wavin' his gun around. | 0:18:31 | 0:18:37 | |
Chased out all our high-class play. | 0:18:37 | 0:18:39 | |
Only trade we get now is the bummers and drovers. The dregs. | 0:18:39 | 0:18:44 | |
So get rid of him. Get a straight dealer. | 0:18:44 | 0:18:48 | |
Sure(!) Easy for you to say. | 0:18:46 | 0:18:48 | |
Shit! | 0:18:48 | 0:18:50 | |
Goddamn it, Junior, how many times?! | 0:18:52 | 0:18:55 | |
Get that damn cigar outta my face! | 0:18:55 | 0:18:58 | |
Christ Almighty, it's like playin' with kids! | 0:19:00 | 0:19:04 | |
Nerve-wrackin' sons of bitches! | 0:19:04 | 0:19:06 | |
Som'in on your mind? | 0:19:08 | 0:19:10 | |
Just wanted to let you know you're in my chair. | 0:19:10 | 0:19:14 | |
Is that a fact? | 0:19:14 | 0:19:16 | |
Yeah, it's a fact. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:18 | |
For a man who ain't heeled you talk reckless. | 0:19:19 | 0:19:22 | |
No need to go heeled to get the bulge on a tub like you. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:27 | |
Is that a fact? | 0:19:27 | 0:19:29 | |
That's a fact. | 0:19:30 | 0:19:32 | |
Well, I'm real scared. | 0:19:33 | 0:19:35 | |
Damn right, you're scared. | 0:19:36 | 0:19:39 | |
I can see that in your eyes. | 0:19:39 | 0:19:41 | |
All right...! | 0:19:41 | 0:19:43 | |
Go ahead. | 0:19:41 | 0:19:43 | |
Go ahead, skin it! | 0:19:43 | 0:19:45 | |
Skin that smoke wagon and see what happens. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:48 | |
Listen, mister, I'm gettin' awful tired of... | 0:19:49 | 0:19:52 | |
And I'm gettin' tired of yer gas, now jerk that pistol! | 0:19:52 | 0:19:57 | |
I said throw down, boy! | 0:19:59 | 0:20:01 | |
Are you gonna do something, or just stand there and bleed? | 0:20:07 | 0:20:12 | |
No? | 0:20:15 | 0:20:17 | |
I didn't think so. | 0:20:18 | 0:20:20 | |
Here, Milt. | 0:20:21 | 0:20:23 | |
Keepsake. | 0:20:23 | 0:20:25 | |
Hang it over the bar. | 0:20:27 | 0:20:29 | |
All right, youngster, out. | 0:20:29 | 0:20:31 | |
Don't come back. | 0:20:33 | 0:20:35 | |
Ever! | 0:20:35 | 0:20:37 | |
Well, what'ya say, Milt - 25% of the take sound about right? | 0:20:41 | 0:20:47 | |
Well, we're off and runnin'. | 0:20:53 | 0:20:55 | |
Just acquired us a quarter interest at the Oriental. | 0:20:55 | 0:20:59 | |
Acquired? | 0:20:59 | 0:21:01 | |
So to speak. | 0:21:00 | 0:21:01 | |
We just gotta keep our eye on that brass ring. | 0:21:05 | 0:21:08 | |
Why, Johnny Tyler! | 0:21:10 | 0:21:12 | |
Madcap. | 0:21:13 | 0:21:15 | |
Doc? | 0:21:15 | 0:21:16 | |
Where you goin' with a shotgun? | 0:21:16 | 0:21:18 | |
I didn't know you's back in town. | 0:21:19 | 0:21:21 | |
Well, well...! | 0:21:25 | 0:21:27 | |
How the hell are you? | 0:21:28 | 0:21:30 | |
Wyatt, I am rolling! | 0:21:30 | 0:21:32 | |
Morgan. | 0:21:33 | 0:21:35 | |
Doc. | 0:21:34 | 0:21:35 | |
Virgil. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:38 | |
Hello, Doc. | 0:21:36 | 0:21:38 | |
Wyatt Earp? | 0:21:38 | 0:21:40 | |
We're goin' into business, Doc. Wyatt just got us a faro game. | 0:21:46 | 0:21:51 | |
And since when is faro a business? | 0:21:51 | 0:21:54 | |
You always said gambling's an honest trade. | 0:21:54 | 0:21:59 | |
No. Poker's an honest trade. | 0:21:56 | 0:21:59 | |
Only suckers buck the tiger. The odds are all on the house. | 0:21:59 | 0:22:05 | |
There ain't no gun to their head. | 0:22:02 | 0:22:05 | |
That's what I love about Wyatt - he can talk himself into anything! | 0:22:06 | 0:22:12 | |
Oh, Johnny... | 0:22:12 | 0:22:13 | |
I apologise. I forgot you were there. You may go now. | 0:22:14 | 0:22:18 | |
Just leave that shotgun. | 0:22:19 | 0:22:21 | |
Leave it. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:27 | |
Thank you. | 0:22:29 | 0:22:31 | |
Sheriff Behan. | 0:22:33 | 0:22:35 | |
Gentlemen. | 0:22:35 | 0:22:37 | |
Sheriff... | 0:22:37 | 0:22:38 | |
..have you met Doc Holliday? | 0:22:38 | 0:22:42 | |
(Piss on you, Wyatt.) | 0:22:40 | 0:22:42 | |
Mr Holliday. | 0:22:42 | 0:22:44 | |
Forgive me if I don't shake hands. | 0:22:46 | 0:22:49 | |
So, how's our little town suit ya? | 0:22:51 | 0:22:53 | |
Fine. Fine. You know, this town could use a race track. | 0:22:54 | 0:22:58 | |
That's not a bad idea. Send a signal we're growin' up. | 0:22:58 | 0:23:02 | |
You're gettin' above yourselves, boys? It's just a mining camp. | 0:23:02 | 0:23:07 | |
People dress awful tony for a mining camp. No, we are growin'! | 0:23:07 | 0:23:11 | |
Be as big as San Francisco soon, and as sophisticated. | 0:23:11 | 0:23:16 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:23:14 | 0:23:16 | |
You son of a bitch! | 0:23:18 | 0:23:19 | |
< Easy, gents! Private affair. | 0:23:20 | 0:23:22 | |
Raise that arm and I'll have to... | 0:23:22 | 0:23:25 | |
Very cosmopolitan. | 0:23:29 | 0:23:31 | |
I know him. | 0:23:31 | 0:23:33 | |
It's Creek Johnson. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:35 | |
Wyatt? Doc? | 0:23:38 | 0:23:40 | |
Jack. | 0:23:42 | 0:23:43 | |
What do you say, old friend? | 0:23:43 | 0:23:46 | |
What the hell was that about, Creek? | 0:23:47 | 0:23:49 | |
Crawfished a bet and called me a liar. | 0:23:49 | 0:23:52 | |
Sheriff, may I present fellow sophisticates.. | 0:23:52 | 0:23:55 | |
..Turkey Creek Jack Johnson and Texas Jack Vermillion. | 0:23:55 | 0:23:59 | |
Your ear, Creek. | 0:23:59 | 0:24:01 | |
'Fraid I'll have to have those guns. | 0:24:02 | 0:24:06 | |
It was a fair fight. | 0:24:04 | 0:24:06 | |
We was legal. | 0:24:06 | 0:24:09 | |
I'm sorry, boys. | 0:24:07 | 0:24:09 | |
You gotta go before Judge Spicer. Hand 'em over. | 0:24:09 | 0:24:14 | |
We're for law and order. | 0:24:12 | 0:24:14 | |
What the hell kinda town is this? | 0:24:38 | 0:24:41 | |
Nice scenery. | 0:24:44 | 0:24:46 | |
Well...! | 0:24:52 | 0:24:54 | |
An enchanted moment. | 0:24:54 | 0:24:56 | |
-< -Interesting little scene. | 0:25:01 | 0:25:04 | |
I wonder who that tall drink of water is. | 0:25:04 | 0:25:07 | |
Ah, the quintessential frontier type. | 0:25:07 | 0:25:10 | |
Lean silhouette. Eyes closed by the sun, yet sharp as a hawk. | 0:25:09 | 0:25:14 | |
The look of both predator and prey. | 0:25:14 | 0:25:17 | |
I want one. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:20 | |
Happy hunting. | 0:25:20 | 0:25:22 | |
ROWDY LAUGHTER AND BANTER | 0:25:32 | 0:25:34 | |
Hey! There's Sister Boy! | 0:25:46 | 0:25:49 | |
Hey, Sister Boy, gimme some! Gimme, gimme! | 0:25:49 | 0:25:52 | |
Leave him alone, Barnes! | 0:25:52 | 0:25:54 | |
-Billy, sit with me. -LAUGHS | 0:25:55 | 0:25:58 | |
This is so much fun! | 0:26:04 | 0:26:06 | |
We haven't been to a show for years. | 0:26:06 | 0:26:09 | |
I hope they're good. | 0:26:09 | 0:26:11 | |
Wyatt... | 0:26:13 | 0:26:14 | |
Oh, sorry. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:16 | |
Darlin', you know the Earps. | 0:26:19 | 0:26:21 | |
Kate, how ya been? | 0:26:21 | 0:26:23 | |
Mattie. Ravishin'! | 0:26:26 | 0:26:28 | |
Doc. | 0:26:28 | 0:26:30 | |
Wyatt, I'd like you to meet Mayor Clum and his wife. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:36 | |
Mr Earp. Your reputation precedes you. | 0:26:36 | 0:26:39 | |
I was wondering if... | 0:26:39 | 0:26:42 | |
Not a prayer. Nice meetin' you. | 0:26:40 | 0:26:42 | |
DRUM ROLL | 0:26:45 | 0:26:47 | |
Professor Gilman?! I seen him in Bisbee. | 0:26:55 | 0:26:58 | |
He catches stuff. | 0:26:58 | 0:27:02 | |
Hey, professor, catch this! | 0:26:59 | 0:27:02 | |
WILD LAUGHTER AND CATCALLS | 0:27:04 | 0:27:06 | |
May not have to wait for our notices. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:11 | |
Prettiest man I ever saw. | 0:27:13 | 0:27:15 | |
ALL: Oooooh...(!) | 0:27:17 | 0:27:19 | |
Ladies and gentlemen. | 0:27:18 | 0:27:19 | |
Saint Crispin's Day speech from Henry V. | 0:27:19 | 0:27:23 | |
"If we are marked to die, we are now to do our country loss." | 0:27:28 | 0:27:32 | |
"But if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honour... | 0:27:32 | 0:27:37 | |
What ya think, Billy Nilly? | 0:27:38 | 0:27:40 | |
I think he's wonderful. | 0:27:40 | 0:27:42 | |
"Gentlemen in England now a-bed | 0:27:46 | 0:27:48 | |
"shall think themselves accursed they were not here | 0:27:48 | 0:27:51 | |
"and hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks who fought with us upon Saint Crispin's Day!" | 0:27:52 | 0:27:57 | |
That's great! That's our kinda stuff! | 0:27:57 | 0:28:01 | |
GUNSHOTS | 0:28:01 | 0:28:03 | |
ORCHESTRA PLAYS "DANCE MACABRE" BY SAINT-SAENS | 0:28:11 | 0:28:15 | |
What the hell is this? | 0:28:18 | 0:28:20 | |
-BILLY: -That's Faust. He's gonna make a deal with the Devil. | 0:28:22 | 0:28:27 | |
Is your soul for sale, dear? | 0:28:27 | 0:28:29 | |
Know what I'd do? | 0:28:43 | 0:28:45 | |
I'd take the deal, crawfish, then drill that old Devil in the ass. | 0:28:45 | 0:28:50 | |
RAUCOUS LAUGHTER | 0:28:50 | 0:28:52 | |
What would you do, Ringo? | 0:28:52 | 0:28:54 | |
I already did it. | 0:28:56 | 0:28:58 | |
Very instructive. | 0:29:17 | 0:29:20 | |
But who was the Devil? | 0:29:26 | 0:29:28 | |
I'll be damned. | 0:29:41 | 0:29:43 | |
You may indeed. If you get lucky. | 0:29:44 | 0:29:47 | |
Would you look at all those stars! | 0:29:51 | 0:29:54 | |
You look up and you think God made all that | 0:29:54 | 0:29:57 | |
and still remembered to make a little speck like me. | 0:29:57 | 0:30:02 | |
Kinda flattering, really. | 0:30:02 | 0:30:04 | |
Wyatt, do you believe in God? | 0:30:04 | 0:30:07 | |
No, come on, do you? | 0:30:07 | 0:30:09 | |
Yeah, maybe. Hell, I don't know. | 0:30:09 | 0:30:11 | |
So what d'you think happens when you die? | 0:30:11 | 0:30:16 | |
Somethin'. Nothin'. Hell, I dunno. | 0:30:14 | 0:30:16 | |
Well, I read this book. On spiritualism. | 0:30:16 | 0:30:20 | |
Oh, God, here we go again...! | 0:30:20 | 0:30:22 | |
Said that a lotta people, when they die, see a light. Like in a tunnel. | 0:30:22 | 0:30:27 | |
It's the light leadin' ya to Heaven. | 0:30:27 | 0:30:30 | |
And what about Hell? | 0:30:29 | 0:30:30 | |
They got a sign there, or what? | 0:30:31 | 0:30:37 | |
Wyatt, goddamn it, I'm serious! | 0:30:32 | 0:30:37 | |
Yeah. Comin' to the Oriental, Virg? | 0:30:34 | 0:30:37 | |
Not tonight. Tonight me and my old man are gonna have some fun. | 0:30:37 | 0:30:42 | |
Get movin', old man. | 0:30:42 | 0:30:44 | |
Maiden name was Sullivan. | 0:30:44 | 0:30:46 | |
You better go with 'em, honey. I gotta go to work. | 0:30:48 | 0:30:52 | |
Please stay with me. | 0:30:52 | 0:30:54 | |
Honey, I gotta work. | 0:30:54 | 0:30:56 | |
All right. | 0:30:57 | 0:30:58 | |
All right. | 0:30:59 | 0:31:00 | |
Well, I guess I don't have to go right now. | 0:31:00 | 0:31:03 | |
I could stay a while. | 0:31:03 | 0:31:07 | |
No, no. I don't wanna keep you. | 0:31:05 | 0:31:07 | |
No, really, I can stay. | 0:31:07 | 0:31:09 | |
That the bottle Lou gave you? | 0:31:09 | 0:31:12 | |
Yes. It is. | 0:31:14 | 0:31:16 | |
Maybe you should see a doctor. | 0:31:16 | 0:31:18 | |
Wyatt, it's just headaches! | 0:31:20 | 0:31:22 | |
I know what I'm doin'. No, I don't need a doctor! | 0:31:22 | 0:31:26 | |
Just go. | 0:31:26 | 0:31:28 | |
Everything's fine, Wyatt. | 0:31:29 | 0:31:31 | |
Work well. | 0:31:32 | 0:31:35 | |
Goodnight. | 0:31:33 | 0:31:35 | |
You look beautiful tonight. | 0:31:37 | 0:31:39 | |
Thank you. | 0:31:40 | 0:31:42 | |
'Night, Mattie. | 0:31:45 | 0:31:48 | |
'Night, Morgan. | 0:31:46 | 0:31:48 | |
Come on. | 0:31:51 | 0:31:53 | |
PIANO PLAYS "CAMPTOWN RACES" | 0:31:56 | 0:32:00 | |
You win again. Well played, sir. | 0:32:01 | 0:32:03 | |
You are on fire. | 0:32:03 | 0:32:05 | |
Yep, I'm burnin' up tonight! I'll take the red seven! | 0:32:05 | 0:32:09 | |
Here's some deeds - I'll take seven diamonds! | 0:32:09 | 0:32:13 | |
Awful lot of money. | 0:32:12 | 0:32:13 | |
If you can't stand the heat, pal...! | 0:32:13 | 0:32:17 | |
You're the doctor! | 0:32:15 | 0:32:17 | |
Sad news, you lose. | 0:32:17 | 0:32:18 | |
So, now we're in the mining business! | 0:32:19 | 0:32:21 | |
We're turnin' into regular tycoons. | 0:32:22 | 0:32:24 | |
I'll call it the Mattie Blaylock. She'll like that. | 0:32:24 | 0:32:28 | |
It's her maiden name. | 0:32:29 | 0:32:33 | |
What a maiden! Pure as the driven snow, I'm sure. | 0:32:30 | 0:32:33 | |
Hey, Doc, come on now...! | 0:32:33 | 0:32:37 | |
It's his style, Morg. It's OK. | 0:32:34 | 0:32:37 | |
Tell me, my friend, I'm curious - do you see yourself | 0:32:37 | 0:32:41 | |
as a married man, forsakin' all others? | 0:32:41 | 0:32:44 | |
Well, yeah. Pretty much. | 0:32:44 | 0:32:46 | |
I was no angel when we met. Neither was she. | 0:32:46 | 0:32:50 | |
People can change, Doc. | 0:32:50 | 0:32:51 | |
Sooner or later, you gotta grow up. | 0:32:52 | 0:32:54 | |
I see. | 0:32:54 | 0:32:55 | |
And what would you do if SHE walked in here? | 0:32:55 | 0:32:59 | |
She? | 0:32:59 | 0:33:01 | |
You know damn well. That dusky-hued lady Satan. | 0:33:02 | 0:33:06 | |
Oh, I'd probably ignore her. | 0:33:06 | 0:33:08 | |
Ignore her? | 0:33:09 | 0:33:13 | |
Ignore her. People can change, Doc. | 0:33:10 | 0:33:13 | |
I'll remember you said that. | 0:33:13 | 0:33:15 | |
What? | 0:33:15 | 0:33:17 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:33:18 | 0:33:20 | |
PIANO STRIKES UP | 0:33:20 | 0:33:22 | |
Aw... hell! | 0:33:23 | 0:33:25 | |
Miss Marcus, allow me the pleasure of a drink. | 0:33:49 | 0:33:52 | |
Thank you, sir. | 0:33:52 | 0:33:55 | |
Milt, champagne! | 0:33:53 | 0:33:55 | |
Satisfied? | 0:33:55 | 0:33:58 | |
I stand corrected. | 0:33:56 | 0:33:58 | |
Wyatt, you're an oak. | 0:33:58 | 0:34:00 | |
Thanks, Kate. | 0:34:12 | 0:34:14 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:34:14 | 0:34:16 | |
APPLAUSE AND CONGRATULATIONS | 0:34:19 | 0:34:22 | |
Mr Fabian, would you come and sit at my table? | 0:34:27 | 0:34:31 | |
Mr Earp, would you sign an autograph for me? | 0:34:31 | 0:34:35 | |
My wife's not gonna believe this. | 0:34:37 | 0:34:40 | |
Wyatt Earp, huh? | 0:34:44 | 0:34:46 | |
Heard o' you. | 0:34:46 | 0:34:48 | |
Listen, Mr Kansas law dog! | 0:34:51 | 0:34:53 | |
Law don't go around here. | 0:34:53 | 0:34:55 | |
Savvy? | 0:34:55 | 0:34:56 | |
I'm retired. | 0:34:56 | 0:34:59 | |
Good. | 0:34:57 | 0:34:59 | |
That's real good. | 0:34:59 | 0:35:00 | |
Yeah, that's real good, law dog. | 0:35:00 | 0:35:03 | |
Cos law just don't go round... | 0:35:03 | 0:35:07 | |
Yeah. I heard ya the first time. | 0:35:04 | 0:35:07 | |
Winner to the king - 500. | 0:35:07 | 0:35:09 | |
Shut up, Ike. | 0:35:13 | 0:35:15 | |
You must be Doc Holliday. | 0:35:16 | 0:35:18 | |
-COUGHS -That's the rumour. | 0:35:18 | 0:35:21 | |
You retired, too? | 0:35:21 | 0:35:23 | |
Not me. | 0:35:23 | 0:35:25 | |
I'm in my prime. | 0:35:25 | 0:35:27 | |
Yeah, you look it(!) | 0:35:28 | 0:35:30 | |
You must be Ringo. | 0:35:33 | 0:35:35 | |
Look, darlin' - Johnny Ringo. | 0:35:35 | 0:35:38 | |
The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. | 0:35:38 | 0:35:42 | |
What do you think, darlin'? Should I hate him? | 0:35:43 | 0:35:46 | |
You don't even know him. | 0:35:47 | 0:35:50 | |
Mmm. That's true. | 0:35:48 | 0:35:50 | |
But, I dunno, there's just somethin' about him. | 0:35:51 | 0:35:54 | |
Somethin' around the eyes. | 0:35:54 | 0:35:57 | |
I don't know. | 0:35:58 | 0:36:00 | |
Reminds me of... | 0:36:00 | 0:36:02 | |
..me! | 0:36:03 | 0:36:04 | |
No. I'm sure of it. | 0:36:05 | 0:36:07 | |
I hate him! | 0:36:08 | 0:36:09 | |
He's drunk. | 0:36:09 | 0:36:11 | |
In vino veritas. | 0:36:11 | 0:36:13 | |
Age quod agis. | 0:36:14 | 0:36:16 | |
INDISTINCT LATIN | 0:36:20 | 0:36:22 | |
Juventis stultorum... | 0:36:24 | 0:36:26 | |
..magister. | 0:36:26 | 0:36:28 | |
In pace requiescat. | 0:36:30 | 0:36:32 | |
Come on, boys. > | 0:36:32 | 0:36:34 | |
We don't want trouble in here. Not in any language. | 0:36:34 | 0:36:38 | |
That's Latin, darlin'. | 0:36:38 | 0:36:40 | |
Evidently, Mr Ringo's an educated man. | 0:36:40 | 0:36:43 | |
Now I really hate him. | 0:36:43 | 0:36:45 | |
-< -Watch it, Johnny. | 0:36:46 | 0:36:48 | |
I hear he's real fast. | 0:36:49 | 0:36:52 | |
WHISTLES AND WHOOPS | 0:37:04 | 0:37:06 | |
WHISTLES AND CLAPPING | 0:37:22 | 0:37:24 | |
LAUGHTER | 0:37:46 | 0:37:48 | |
Bravo! | 0:38:02 | 0:38:03 | |
APPLAUSE AND LAUGHTER | 0:38:04 | 0:38:06 | |
Drinks are on me! | 0:38:12 | 0:38:15 | |
CHEERS AND WHISTLES | 0:38:15 | 0:38:17 | |
Gettin' kinda spooky around here. | 0:38:21 | 0:38:24 | |
Curly Bill, huh? | 0:38:24 | 0:38:26 | |
Who was that other idiot? | 0:38:26 | 0:38:28 | |
Ike Clanton. | 0:38:28 | 0:38:30 | |
That man dealing faro... | 0:38:30 | 0:38:32 | |
Who is he? | 0:38:32 | 0:38:33 | |
That's Wyatt Earp. | 0:38:33 | 0:38:35 | |
Made his name as a peace officer in Kansas. | 0:38:35 | 0:38:38 | |
Hmm. Peace officer. | 0:38:39 | 0:38:41 | |
Very impressive. | 0:38:41 | 0:38:43 | |
I hear he's married. | 0:38:46 | 0:38:48 | |
More champagne? | 0:38:51 | 0:38:53 | |
No... Hell. | 0:39:10 | 0:39:12 | |
Hello. | 0:39:20 | 0:39:22 | |
Hello. | 0:39:21 | 0:39:22 | |
We've...never actually met. | 0:39:22 | 0:39:25 | |
My name's... | 0:39:25 | 0:39:28 | |
Wyatt Earp. Yes, I know. I'm... | 0:39:25 | 0:39:28 | |
Josephine Marcus. | 0:39:28 | 0:39:30 | |
Everybody knows. | 0:39:30 | 0:39:32 | |
I was beginning to think we'd never meet. | 0:39:32 | 0:39:35 | |
This is fortuitous. That means lucky. | 0:39:35 | 0:39:39 | |
Yeah. I know what it means. | 0:39:39 | 0:39:41 | |
Easy, now...! | 0:39:42 | 0:39:44 | |
What is it? | 0:39:44 | 0:39:46 | |
That mare is in season. | 0:39:46 | 0:39:50 | |
-LAUGHS -What's she starting?! | 0:39:47 | 0:39:50 | |
How do they know? | 0:39:50 | 0:39:52 | |
They know. It's the scent. | 0:39:52 | 0:39:54 | |
Ah. | 0:39:55 | 0:39:56 | |
Well, I guess we'd better split 'em up. It's been real... | 0:39:56 | 0:40:01 | |
I've a better idea. | 0:40:00 | 0:40:01 | |
Let's run it out of them. | 0:40:01 | 0:40:03 | |
Yeah... I'm an oak all right(!) | 0:40:06 | 0:40:09 | |
Whoah...! | 0:40:47 | 0:40:49 | |
Well, end of the road. | 0:40:50 | 0:40:52 | |
Maybe for you! YA! | 0:40:53 | 0:40:55 | |
Oh, that was lovely! | 0:41:14 | 0:41:16 | |
Lovely? We coulda been killed, or busted up! | 0:41:16 | 0:41:20 | |
Fun, though, wasn't it? | 0:41:20 | 0:41:23 | |
You'd die for fun? | 0:41:22 | 0:41:23 | |
Wouldn't you? | 0:41:24 | 0:41:26 | |
LAUGHS | 0:41:25 | 0:41:26 | |
Laughing?! I didn't think you ever laughed. | 0:41:26 | 0:41:31 | |
Yeah... I... I laugh sometimes. | 0:41:29 | 0:41:31 | |
Yes, but how often? Are you happy? | 0:41:32 | 0:41:35 | |
Am I happy? | 0:41:35 | 0:41:36 | |
Well, I dunno - happy as the next man, I guess. | 0:41:36 | 0:41:39 | |
I don't laugh like an idiot, if that's what you mean. | 0:41:40 | 0:41:45 | |
Touchy about it, aren't you? | 0:41:43 | 0:41:45 | |
No... It's a silly question "Am I happy?" Are you happy? | 0:41:46 | 0:41:50 | |
Oh, I'm always happy. Unless I'm bored. | 0:41:50 | 0:41:53 | |
That blonde woman - is that your wife? | 0:41:53 | 0:41:56 | |
What about her? | 0:41:58 | 0:41:59 | |
Nothing. What do you want out of life? | 0:41:59 | 0:42:03 | |
Jeez...! | 0:42:04 | 0:42:06 | |
Where do you get these questions?! | 0:42:06 | 0:42:08 | |
Just answer. | 0:42:09 | 0:42:10 | |
I dunno! Make some money, I guess. Maybe children. | 0:42:10 | 0:42:14 | |
Doesn't suit you. | 0:42:14 | 0:42:16 | |
-How would you know? -It just doesn't, that's all! | 0:42:16 | 0:42:20 | |
I oughta know, and I say what suits me is a family. | 0:42:19 | 0:42:23 | |
Suits me so well, it's my idea of heaven. | 0:42:23 | 0:42:26 | |
What's your idea of heaven? | 0:42:26 | 0:42:28 | |
Room service. | 0:42:28 | 0:42:30 | |
Oh, he's laughing again! | 0:42:31 | 0:42:33 | |
But that's what I want. | 0:42:33 | 0:42:35 | |
I wanna move, and go places, and never look back. Just have fun. | 0:42:36 | 0:42:41 | |
Forever. | 0:42:41 | 0:42:42 | |
That's my idea of heaven. | 0:42:42 | 0:42:44 | |
Need someone to share it, though. | 0:42:44 | 0:42:48 | |
You mean Behan? | 0:42:46 | 0:42:48 | |
Well, then... | 0:42:51 | 0:42:53 | |
Why are you with him? | 0:42:55 | 0:42:57 | |
Because he's handsome. And he's charming, and... | 0:42:57 | 0:43:01 | |
He's all right. | 0:43:01 | 0:43:03 | |
For now. | 0:43:03 | 0:43:05 | |
Oh, I know, don't say it, I'm rotten. | 0:43:05 | 0:43:07 | |
I've tried to be good, it's just so boring. | 0:43:08 | 0:43:11 | |
The way you talk... | 0:43:11 | 0:43:13 | |
Never heard a woman talk like that? | 0:43:13 | 0:43:16 | |
Never. | 0:43:18 | 0:43:19 | |
I don't have time to be proper. | 0:43:19 | 0:43:21 | |
I wanna live. | 0:43:22 | 0:43:24 | |
I'm a woman, I like men. | 0:43:24 | 0:43:26 | |
If that means I'm not ladylike then I guess...I'm just not a lady. | 0:43:26 | 0:43:31 | |
At least I'm honest. | 0:43:31 | 0:43:33 | |
You're different. | 0:43:33 | 0:43:35 | |
No arguin' that. | 0:43:35 | 0:43:37 | |
But you're a lady, all right. | 0:43:38 | 0:43:41 | |
I'll take my oath on it. | 0:43:42 | 0:43:44 | |
Is that the opium Lou gave you? | 0:44:08 | 0:44:10 | |
It's a new bottle, isn't it? | 0:44:11 | 0:44:14 | |
You better go easy on that stuff. | 0:44:15 | 0:44:18 | |
Wyatt, leave me alone. | 0:44:19 | 0:44:21 | |
And where have you been? | 0:44:23 | 0:44:25 | |
Just out...ridin'. | 0:44:25 | 0:44:27 | |
How you feelin', Mattie? | 0:44:32 | 0:44:34 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:44:34 | 0:44:36 | |
I...I don't know, uh... | 0:44:38 | 0:44:40 | |
I'm all right. | 0:44:42 | 0:44:43 | |
I'm fine. | 0:44:43 | 0:44:46 | |
You sure? | 0:44:47 | 0:44:50 | |
Sure, I'm sure. | 0:44:48 | 0:44:50 | |
You know... | 0:44:52 | 0:44:53 | |
I was thinkin' today. | 0:44:53 | 0:44:55 | |
We've already made a pile of money in this place. | 0:44:55 | 0:44:58 | |
What if we pulled up stakes and just moved on? | 0:44:59 | 0:45:02 | |
And if we just keep goin'. See the world. Just... | 0:45:02 | 0:45:06 | |
live on room service. | 0:45:06 | 0:45:08 | |
How'd that be? | 0:45:08 | 0:45:10 | |
Room service?! | 0:45:10 | 0:45:12 | |
Wyatt, what are you talking about? | 0:45:13 | 0:45:16 | |
Nothin'. I just... I's just thinkin' out loud. | 0:45:22 | 0:45:26 | |
Nothin'. | 0:45:28 | 0:45:30 | |
Forget about it. | 0:45:32 | 0:45:34 | |
ROWDY LAUGHTER AND CHATTER | 0:45:44 | 0:45:47 | |
What's she doin' with that lunger? | 0:45:54 | 0:45:57 | |
Hey! | 0:46:06 | 0:46:08 | |
Hey! | 0:46:11 | 0:46:13 | |
Is that Old Dog Tray? | 0:46:13 | 0:46:15 | |
Sounds like Old Dog Tray to me. | 0:46:15 | 0:46:17 | |
Pardon? | 0:46:18 | 0:46:19 | |
You know. | 0:46:19 | 0:46:21 | |
Stephen Foster. | 0:46:21 | 0:46:23 | |
"Oh, Susanna". | 0:46:24 | 0:46:26 | |
"Camptown Races". | 0:46:26 | 0:46:28 | |
Stephen stinkin' Foster! | 0:46:30 | 0:46:33 | |
Yes, well... | 0:46:33 | 0:46:34 | |
this happens to be a Nocturne. | 0:46:34 | 0:46:37 | |
A which? | 0:46:38 | 0:46:39 | |
You know - Frederic fucking Chopin. | 0:46:40 | 0:46:43 | |
Oh, yeah...! | 0:46:54 | 0:46:56 | |
Boy, I feel great. | 0:47:10 | 0:47:12 | |
I feel... | 0:47:14 | 0:47:16 | |
just... | 0:47:16 | 0:47:17 | |
..capital! | 0:47:17 | 0:47:20 | |
BREAKING GLASS AND SCREAMS | 0:47:34 | 0:47:37 | |
MANIACAL LAUGH | 0:47:43 | 0:47:45 | |
You see what's goin' on in the street?! | 0:47:47 | 0:47:50 | |
Somebody's gotta act! | 0:47:50 | 0:47:53 | |
You're Sheriff. | 0:47:52 | 0:47:53 | |
No, this is not county business. This is a town matter. Marshall? | 0:47:53 | 0:47:59 | |
Why don't you just leave it alone? | 0:48:00 | 0:48:03 | |
No. I, er, I gotta...do somethin'. | 0:48:03 | 0:48:08 | |
Here's your down card. | 0:48:12 | 0:48:14 | |
HE HOWLS LIKE A WOLF | 0:48:16 | 0:48:18 | |
Curly Bill! | 0:48:31 | 0:48:33 | |
Come on, now. | 0:48:37 | 0:48:39 | |
Why, howdy, Fred. | 0:48:40 | 0:48:42 | |
< Hand those over, Curly. | 0:48:42 | 0:48:44 | |
Hand 'em over. | 0:48:44 | 0:48:46 | |
Why, sure, Dad. | 0:48:50 | 0:48:52 | |
I's only funin'. | 0:48:54 | 0:48:56 | |
Here ya go. | 0:48:56 | 0:48:58 | |
Fred?! | 0:49:11 | 0:49:12 | |
Come on, now, Fred! | 0:49:13 | 0:49:15 | |
-They got ol' Fred White! -> | 0:49:19 | 0:49:21 | |
-He's shot the Marshall! -> | 0:49:21 | 0:49:25 | |
Better get him off the street. | 0:49:22 | 0:49:25 | |
-Fred White's dead! -> | 0:49:25 | 0:49:27 | |
They killed Fred White! | 0:49:27 | 0:49:28 | |
All right, back off. | 0:49:28 | 0:49:30 | |
Get a rope! | 0:49:30 | 0:49:33 | |
String him up! | 0:49:31 | 0:49:33 | |
Nobody's hangin' anybody! | 0:49:33 | 0:49:39 | |
He just killed a man! | 0:49:35 | 0:49:39 | |
Then he'll stand trial for it. Move! | 0:49:36 | 0:49:39 | |
Turn him loose! | 0:49:42 | 0:49:44 | |
He said to turn loose of him. | 0:49:52 | 0:49:55 | |
Well, I'm not. | 0:49:55 | 0:49:57 | |
So, go home. | 0:49:57 | 0:49:59 | |
I swear to God, law dog... | 0:49:59 | 0:50:01 | |
if you don't step aside we'll tear you apart! | 0:50:01 | 0:50:05 | |
You die first. Get it? | 0:50:05 | 0:50:07 | |
Your friends might get me... | 0:50:07 | 0:50:09 | |
but not before I make your head a canoe. Got it? | 0:50:09 | 0:50:12 | |
He's bluffin'! | 0:50:12 | 0:50:15 | |
No. | 0:50:14 | 0:50:15 | |
He ain't bluffin'. | 0:50:15 | 0:50:17 | |
You're not as stupid as you look, Ike. | 0:50:17 | 0:50:20 | |
Now tell 'em to get back. | 0:50:20 | 0:50:21 | |
Go on, get back. | 0:50:22 | 0:50:23 | |
Go on! Billy! | 0:50:24 | 0:50:26 | |
He'll kill me. | 0:50:27 | 0:50:29 | |
And you... | 0:50:33 | 0:50:35 | |
music-lover... | 0:50:35 | 0:50:37 | |
you're next. | 0:50:37 | 0:50:39 | |
The drunk piano player...! | 0:50:40 | 0:50:42 | |
You're too drunk to hit nothin'. | 0:50:42 | 0:50:45 | |
In fact, you're probably seein' double. | 0:50:45 | 0:50:49 | |
I have two guns. | 0:50:49 | 0:50:51 | |
One for each of ya. | 0:50:51 | 0:50:53 | |
All right, break it up, now! | 0:50:54 | 0:50:56 | |
Go home now. | 0:51:01 | 0:51:03 | |
I'll see ya soon. | 0:51:14 | 0:51:16 | |
I'll see ya soon. | 0:51:17 | 0:51:21 | |
We'll meet again. | 0:51:19 | 0:51:21 | |
Well, as you can see... | 0:51:25 | 0:51:27 | |
never a dull moment! | 0:51:27 | 0:51:29 | |
So, then Judge Spicer says... | 0:51:55 | 0:51:57 | |
"Did you actually see it?" | 0:51:57 | 0:51:59 | |
I says I got there after the Marshall'd been shot. | 0:51:59 | 0:52:03 | |
Then Spicer leans forward and says, | 0:52:04 | 0:52:07 | |
"Well, there's no murder without a witness." Case dismissed. | 0:52:07 | 0:52:12 | |
Can you beat it? After all that. Hell, who cares? | 0:52:12 | 0:52:16 | |
Not my business. | 0:52:16 | 0:52:17 | |
There you go, Milt. | 0:52:17 | 0:52:19 | |
God, I love this game! | 0:52:20 | 0:52:22 | |
Boys, when we're finally set, we'll each have a billiard room. | 0:52:22 | 0:52:27 | |
Been thinkin' maybe we oughta open a place of our own. | 0:52:28 | 0:52:32 | |
There's the real money. Build it up. | 0:52:33 | 0:52:36 | |
Milk it, sell it for a bundle, | 0:52:36 | 0:52:39 | |
then breeze outta town with more money than Croesus. Up for it, Virg? | 0:52:39 | 0:52:45 | |
Virg? | 0:52:47 | 0:52:49 | |
Let's you and me walk around town, see if we can't spot a nice lot. | 0:52:49 | 0:52:54 | |
It's workin' out just like you said, Wyatt. | 0:52:54 | 0:52:58 | |
Goddamn, we're lootin' this burg six ways from Sunday! | 0:52:58 | 0:53:02 | |
Fun too, isn't it? | 0:53:02 | 0:53:05 | |
Kinda, yeah! Gotta admit. | 0:53:03 | 0:53:05 | |
Wyatt, do you have a moment? | 0:53:05 | 0:53:07 | |
Please, just hear me out... | 0:53:07 | 0:53:11 | |
Now, Mayor, we already told you no. | 0:53:09 | 0:53:11 | |
You tell 'im, Morg. | 0:53:11 | 0:53:13 | |
What about you? You were a lawman. | 0:53:13 | 0:53:16 | |
I'm busy. | 0:53:18 | 0:53:20 | |
We're all busy. | 0:53:20 | 0:53:22 | |
Sorry, Mayor, but you're barkin' up the wrong tree. | 0:53:23 | 0:53:27 | |
You men are makin' a lotta money in this town. Good for you. | 0:53:27 | 0:53:31 | |
In the meantime, a lotta decent people are suffering. | 0:53:31 | 0:53:35 | |
But, please, don't let me take up any more of your precious time. | 0:53:35 | 0:53:41 | |
Rack 'em. | 0:53:44 | 0:53:46 | |
I tell ya, I'm sufferin'. From a hangover(!) | 0:53:46 | 0:53:49 | |
GUNSHOTS | 0:54:06 | 0:54:08 | |
EXCITED HUBBUB | 0:54:38 | 0:54:41 | |
Hold on a minute! | 0:54:54 | 0:54:56 | |
Wait a minute! Calm down, and listen to me. | 0:54:57 | 0:55:00 | |
Nobody's sayin' you can't own a gun. Nobody's sayin' you can't carry one. | 0:55:01 | 0:55:07 | |
All we're sayin' is you can't carry a gun in town. | 0:55:07 | 0:55:11 | |
ROWDY PROTESTS | 0:55:11 | 0:55:13 | |
That's not so bad, is it?! | 0:55:14 | 0:55:16 | |
Mayor, we gotta talk about this! | 0:55:23 | 0:55:28 | |
No, we don't. You can just read it. | 0:55:25 | 0:55:28 | |
What in the hell are you doin'?! | 0:55:28 | 0:55:30 | |
I said no gettin' involved! | 0:55:30 | 0:55:32 | |
You got us involved when you brought us here. | 0:55:33 | 0:55:38 | |
You hold on a minute, Virg! | 0:55:35 | 0:55:38 | |
I walk about this town and look people in the eye... | 0:55:38 | 0:55:42 | |
It's like being slapped! They're afraid to walk down the street! | 0:55:42 | 0:55:47 | |
And I'm makin' money off that like some goddamned vulture! | 0:55:47 | 0:55:52 | |
A town's gotta have law and order. | 0:55:52 | 0:55:55 | |
Don't do this to me! | 0:55:53 | 0:55:55 | |
It's got nothin' to do with YOU! | 0:55:55 | 0:55:59 | |
Nothing...?! | 0:55:57 | 0:55:59 | |
I'm your brother! God sakes! Talk to him, will ya, or hit him! | 0:55:59 | 0:56:03 | |
Oh, God...! | 0:56:07 | 0:56:09 | |
Don't tell me... | 0:56:09 | 0:56:12 | |
Like you said, we're brothers. | 0:56:10 | 0:56:12 | |
Gotta back your brother. I did what I figured you'd do. | 0:56:13 | 0:56:19 | |
All right, now, you listen to me! | 0:56:16 | 0:56:19 | |
For the first time we got a chance to stop wandering and be a family. | 0:56:21 | 0:56:27 | |
This means trouble. You saw Fred White! | 0:56:27 | 0:56:31 | |
We know what we're doin'. | 0:56:29 | 0:56:31 | |
OK, fine. Say you don't get yourself killed. | 0:56:31 | 0:56:35 | |
There's somethin' else. | 0:56:35 | 0:56:37 | |
All those years I worked in cow towns... | 0:56:37 | 0:56:40 | |
I was only ever mixed up in one shootin'. One. | 0:56:40 | 0:56:43 | |
But a man lost his life and I took it! | 0:56:43 | 0:56:46 | |
You dunno how that feels, Morg. | 0:56:46 | 0:56:49 | |
Believe me, boy, you don't ever wanna know! | 0:56:49 | 0:56:52 | |
Not ever! | 0:56:52 | 0:56:54 | |
Didn't even make a dent, did I? | 0:57:02 | 0:57:04 | |
All right. | 0:57:04 | 0:57:06 | |
You're both makin' a big mistake. | 0:57:08 | 0:57:11 | |
-# -..The sunshine | 0:57:19 | 0:57:21 | |
-# -That brightened our pathway awhile | 0:57:21 | 0:57:28 | |
-# -Come and sit by my side if you love me | 0:57:29 | 0:57:35 | |
-# -Do not hasten to bid me adieu | 0:57:35 | 0:57:41 | |
-# -But remember the red river valley | 0:57:41 | 0:57:48 | |
-# -And the girl who has loved you so true... -# | 0:57:49 | 0:57:54 | |
What do you think of the singer? | 0:57:54 | 0:57:57 | |
Nice voice. | 0:57:59 | 0:58:01 | |
Wyatt, Doc won't quit. He's been at it for 36 hours. | 0:58:02 | 0:58:06 | |
Clanton and the McLaury brothers are here. | 0:58:06 | 0:58:09 | |
I tried talkin' to him, but he won't let go. | 0:58:10 | 0:58:13 | |
And nobody can make him. | 0:58:13 | 0:58:15 | |
Wyatt. Just in time. Pull up a chair. | 0:58:17 | 0:58:20 | |
Doc. Been hittin' it awful hard, haven't ya? | 0:58:21 | 0:58:25 | |
Nonsense. | 0:58:25 | 0:58:27 | |
I have not yet begun to defile myself. | 0:58:27 | 0:58:30 | |
(Maybe you'd like to go on over...) | 0:58:30 | 0:58:34 | |
I will not be pawed at. | 0:58:33 | 0:58:34 | |
Thank you very much. | 0:58:35 | 0:58:36 | |
Doc can go on day and night, and then some! | 0:58:36 | 0:58:40 | |
That's my loving man. | 0:58:42 | 0:58:44 | |
Have another, my loving man. | 0:58:44 | 0:58:46 | |
I'm in. | 0:58:47 | 0:58:49 | |
Hey. | 0:58:50 | 0:58:52 | |
Loving man. | 0:58:52 | 0:58:54 | |
You been called. | 0:58:54 | 0:58:56 | |
Oops(!) | 0:59:03 | 0:59:05 | |
What is that now? | 0:59:08 | 0:59:10 | |
That 12 hands in a row? | 0:59:10 | 0:59:12 | |
Son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky! | 0:59:12 | 0:59:15 | |
Why, Ike, whatever do you mean? | 0:59:16 | 0:59:19 | |
-Take it easy, boys. -> | 0:59:20 | 0:59:21 | |
Maybe poker's just not your game, Ike. | 0:59:24 | 0:59:28 | |
I know! | 0:59:28 | 0:59:30 | |
Let's have a spelling contest. | 0:59:30 | 0:59:33 | |
How about I just wring your scrawny neck! | 0:59:33 | 0:59:36 | |
That's enough, Ike. | 0:59:36 | 0:59:38 | |
Are you taking his part, huh? | 0:59:38 | 0:59:40 | |
I'm the one got cheated! | 0:59:40 | 0:59:42 | |
Goddamn pimps! Y'all in it together! | 0:59:44 | 0:59:48 | |
No one's in anything, Ike. Go and sober up. | 0:59:48 | 0:59:51 | |
GET YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF ME! | 0:59:51 | 0:59:53 | |
Never put your hands on me! | 0:59:55 | 0:59:57 | |
Manhandle a Cowboy, we'll cut your goddamn heart out! | 0:59:57 | 1:00:01 | |
You threaten me, son of a bitch?! | 1:00:01 | 1:00:04 | |
All right, all right! | 1:00:03 | 1:00:04 | |
Just go on home and forget about it, Ike. | 1:00:05 | 1:00:08 | |
I ain't gonna forget nothin'. | 1:00:11 | 1:00:14 | |
Well, that certainly was a bust. | 1:00:14 | 1:00:17 | |
Come, darlin', let's seek our entertainment elsewhere. | 1:00:18 | 1:00:22 | |
Forget it, Virg. Go get some fresh air. | 1:00:23 | 1:00:26 | |
DOC COUGHS | 1:00:30 | 1:00:32 | |
What's wrong, Doc? | 1:00:38 | 1:00:40 | |
Nothin'. Not a thing. I'm right as the mail. | 1:00:40 | 1:00:43 | |
Doc? Doc?! | 1:00:47 | 1:00:49 | |
All right, get him up. Let's get him to the hotel. | 1:00:49 | 1:00:53 | |
What's wrong with him? | 1:01:01 | 1:01:03 | |
Lunger. | 1:01:03 | 1:01:03 | |
Yeah? Well, I hope you die. | 1:01:04 | 1:01:06 | |
Gimme my guns. | 1:01:07 | 1:01:09 | |
My rifle. | 1:01:12 | 1:01:13 | |
Goddamn bastards - cheatin' me! | 1:01:14 | 1:01:16 | |
Nobody cheated you, Ike. Just go home. | 1:01:16 | 1:01:19 | |
I don't take no mouth from no bartenders. | 1:01:20 | 1:01:23 | |
See? Give someone a rap on the beezer, you get some respect. | 1:01:23 | 1:01:28 | |
You tell the Earps, I see 'em on the street, and Doc Holliday... | 1:01:28 | 1:01:33 | |
I'm gonna send 'em to Hell on a shutter. | 1:01:33 | 1:01:36 | |
Pick these guns up. | 1:01:42 | 1:01:44 | |
Come on, Ike. | 1:01:45 | 1:01:46 | |
HE GROANS | 1:01:46 | 1:01:48 | |
Come on, Ike. | 1:02:00 | 1:02:02 | |
Come on! | 1:02:04 | 1:02:06 | |
Ike, you walk? | 1:02:08 | 1:02:10 | |
Give Ike back his guns. | 1:02:15 | 1:02:18 | |
Not till he sobers up. | 1:02:17 | 1:02:18 | |
Wearin' that badge don't make you right. | 1:02:18 | 1:02:22 | |
The hell you think you are?! | 1:02:22 | 1:02:24 | |
Watch where you walk, you stupid bastard! | 1:02:28 | 1:02:32 | |
Easy, kid. I'm sorry. | 1:02:30 | 1:02:32 | |
I ain't easy, and I ain't your kid. | 1:02:32 | 1:02:35 | |
You take "sorry" and shove it up your ass. | 1:02:35 | 1:02:38 | |
I'll fight you now! | 1:02:41 | 1:02:43 | |
You're gonna bleed. | 1:02:51 | 1:02:53 | |
You got a fight comin'. | 1:02:53 | 1:02:54 | |
Comin' today. | 1:02:54 | 1:02:56 | |
IT'S COMIN'! | 1:03:01 | 1:03:03 | |
Your condition's quite advanced. | 1:03:10 | 1:03:12 | |
I'd say you've lost some 60% of your lung tissue. | 1:03:13 | 1:03:16 | |
What's the verdict? | 1:03:17 | 1:03:18 | |
Two years. Two days. Hard to say. | 1:03:18 | 1:03:21 | |
If you stop now. Your smokin'. Your drinkin'. Your gamblin'. | 1:03:22 | 1:03:27 | |
Your nightlife. | 1:03:27 | 1:03:28 | |
You need complete rest. | 1:03:28 | 1:03:30 | |
What I mean is... | 1:03:31 | 1:03:33 | |
..you must attempt to deny your...er... | 1:03:33 | 1:03:37 | |
marital impulse. | 1:03:37 | 1:03:39 | |
Get outta my sight. | 1:03:39 | 1:03:41 | |
How you feelin', Doc? | 1:03:57 | 1:03:59 | |
Mmmm, better. | 1:04:00 | 1:04:02 | |
That's good. I knew it wasn't nothin'. | 1:04:02 | 1:04:05 | |
We must talk, darlin'. | 1:04:08 | 1:04:10 | |
It appears... | 1:04:12 | 1:04:13 | |
we must redefine the nature of our association. | 1:04:13 | 1:04:18 | |
I'm a good woman to you, Doc. | 1:04:23 | 1:04:25 | |
Don't I always take care of you? | 1:04:26 | 1:04:29 | |
Nobody cares for you like me. | 1:04:29 | 1:04:31 | |
I'm a good woman. | 1:04:32 | 1:04:34 | |
Yes, it's true. You are a good woman. | 1:04:36 | 1:04:39 | |
Then, again... | 1:04:52 | 1:04:54 | |
..you may be the Antichrist. | 1:04:55 | 1:04:58 | |
Goddamn! | 1:05:19 | 1:05:21 | |
Six of 'em. | 1:05:21 | 1:05:23 | |
Man, this is like a bad dream. | 1:05:23 | 1:05:26 | |
Just stay calm and use your head. | 1:05:26 | 1:05:28 | |
Just the same, though... | 1:05:32 | 1:05:34 | |
..I guess maybe you better swear me in. | 1:05:35 | 1:05:38 | |
The Cowboys are sayin' they're gonna clean you out. | 1:06:13 | 1:06:17 | |
They're in the lot behind OK Corral. | 1:06:17 | 1:06:21 | |
Thank you, Mayor. | 1:06:19 | 1:06:21 | |
-< -What you doin' outta bed, Doc? | 1:06:21 | 1:06:25 | |
What the hell is goin' on? | 1:06:23 | 1:06:25 | |
People tell me the Clantons and the McLaury's are gunnin' for us. | 1:06:25 | 1:06:30 | |
We goin' down there or not? | 1:06:30 | 1:06:34 | |
Wait'll the liquor wears off. | 1:06:31 | 1:06:34 | |
They start gettin' headaches they'll lose interest. | 1:06:34 | 1:06:39 | |
They're threatenin' our lives. | 1:06:37 | 1:06:39 | |
You'll never make that stick! | 1:06:39 | 1:06:43 | |
They're carryin' guns, Wyatt. | 1:06:41 | 1:06:43 | |
It's a misdemeanor. You try arrestin' them and someone'll get broke. | 1:06:43 | 1:06:48 | |
We'll get Cowboy trouble from here on in. All that for a misdemeanour?! | 1:06:48 | 1:06:53 | |
Damn right! They're breakin' the law. | 1:06:53 | 1:06:57 | |
It's not your problem, Doc. You don't have to mix up in this. | 1:07:01 | 1:07:06 | |
That is a helluva thing for you to say to me. | 1:07:07 | 1:07:11 | |
All right, Virg. | 1:07:23 | 1:07:25 | |
Your call. | 1:07:26 | 1:07:28 | |
You give Doc the shotgun. | 1:07:28 | 1:07:30 | |
They'll be less nervy if he's on a street howitzer. | 1:07:31 | 1:07:35 | |
Bang! Bang! | 1:08:16 | 1:08:18 | |
Go on, get home! | 1:08:18 | 1:08:20 | |
Goddamn kid! | 1:08:22 | 1:08:24 | |
HE WHISTLES | 1:08:28 | 1:08:30 | |
How the hell'd we get ourselves into this?! | 1:08:33 | 1:08:38 | |
Don't worry, I just disarmed them. | 1:08:42 | 1:08:44 | |
YOU did? Come on, boys. | 1:08:45 | 1:08:47 | |
Gentlemen, I won't allow any trouble. | 1:08:48 | 1:08:51 | |
We're here to disarm you. Throw up your hands. | 1:09:12 | 1:09:16 | |
Hold it! It's not what I want. | 1:09:20 | 1:09:22 | |
Oh, my God. | 1:09:55 | 1:09:57 | |
BILLY! | 1:10:06 | 1:10:07 | |
BILLY! | 1:10:07 | 1:10:08 | |
STOP! | 1:10:14 | 1:10:16 | |
NO! | 1:10:16 | 1:10:17 | |
DON'T! I GOT NO GUNS! | 1:10:18 | 1:10:19 | |
Don't shoot me! I got no guns! | 1:10:21 | 1:10:25 | |
Fight's commenced - fight or run! | 1:10:22 | 1:10:25 | |
SHUT THE DOOR! | 1:10:27 | 1:10:29 | |
Gimme a goddamn gun! Damn it, Behan! | 1:10:44 | 1:10:47 | |
DOC, BEHIND US! | 1:10:48 | 1:10:50 | |
GUN CLICKS | 1:11:13 | 1:11:14 | |
I got you now, you son of a bitch! | 1:11:16 | 1:11:18 | |
You're a daisy if you do. | 1:11:19 | 1:11:21 | |
Morgan, hold quiet now. | 1:11:35 | 1:11:37 | |
-BEHAN: -All right! | 1:11:51 | 1:11:52 | |
All of you are under arrest. | 1:11:54 | 1:11:57 | |
I don't think I'll let you arrest us today, Behan. | 1:12:06 | 1:12:10 | |
Virg! | 1:12:38 | 1:12:40 | |
Virgil! | 1:12:40 | 1:12:42 | |
Well, I guess we did our good deed for today, Mayor. | 1:13:02 | 1:13:06 | |
FIREWORKS EXPLODING | 1:13:37 | 1:13:39 | |
You're right. | 1:14:26 | 1:14:27 | |
It's nothin' like I thought. | 1:14:28 | 1:14:30 | |
I almost wish that... | 1:14:31 | 1:14:34 | |
I know, Morg. | 1:14:32 | 1:14:34 | |
I know. Me too. | 1:14:35 | 1:14:37 | |
BELL RINGS | 1:14:46 | 1:14:48 | |
Gettin' warmer. | 1:14:54 | 1:14:56 | |
Guess spring's comin'. | 1:14:56 | 1:14:58 | |
Hello, Billy. I say, hello. | 1:14:58 | 1:15:01 | |
I don't wanna talk to you! You killed my friends! | 1:15:01 | 1:15:05 | |
I'm just a nothin', but if I wasn't I'd fight you! | 1:15:07 | 1:15:11 | |
All they ever did was laugh at him. | 1:15:14 | 1:15:16 | |
Sister Boy shoulda stuck around. | 1:15:25 | 1:15:27 | |
What d'you want, Ringo? | 1:15:29 | 1:15:31 | |
I want your blood. | 1:15:31 | 1:15:33 | |
And I want your souls. | 1:15:35 | 1:15:37 | |
And I want 'em both | 1:15:37 | 1:15:39 | |
right now. | 1:15:39 | 1:15:40 | |
Don't want more trouble... | 1:15:40 | 1:15:43 | |
WELL, YOU GOT TROUBLE! | 1:15:41 | 1:15:43 | |
And it starts with you. | 1:15:46 | 1:15:48 | |
I'm not gonna fight you, Ringo. | 1:15:52 | 1:15:55 | |
There's no money in it. Sober up. | 1:15:55 | 1:15:58 | |
Come on, boys. | 1:15:58 | 1:16:00 | |
< Wretched slugs! | 1:16:00 | 1:16:02 | |
DON'T YA HAVE THE GUTS TO PAY FOR BLOOD?! | 1:16:02 | 1:16:07 | |
I'm your huckleberry. | 1:16:05 | 1:16:07 | |
That's just my game. | 1:16:09 | 1:16:11 | |
All right, lunger. | 1:16:17 | 1:16:19 | |
You go to hell. | 1:16:19 | 1:16:21 | |
I'll put you outta your misery. | 1:16:22 | 1:16:25 | |
Say when. | 1:16:24 | 1:16:25 | |
Johnny, don't! | 1:16:27 | 1:16:29 | |
Don't mind him. | 1:16:33 | 1:16:35 | |
He's just drunk, that's all. | 1:16:35 | 1:16:37 | |
No! | 1:16:41 | 1:16:43 | |
I want them | 1:16:43 | 1:16:45 | |
spittin' blood! | 1:16:45 | 1:16:49 | |
Easy, son. Easy. Now ain't the time. | 1:16:46 | 1:16:49 | |
Slow down, Ringo! | 1:16:49 | 1:16:51 | |
Even I'm worried what'll happen once Ringo runs this outfit. Mercy! | 1:16:52 | 1:16:58 | |
Gentlemen. | 1:16:59 | 1:17:01 | |
Barber? | 1:17:05 | 1:17:09 | |
Yes, sir? | 1:17:07 | 1:17:09 | |
Proceed, sir. | 1:17:09 | 1:17:11 | |
Listen to me. I need to speak with you. | 1:17:28 | 1:17:31 | |
Not now. I'm busy. | 1:17:31 | 1:17:33 | |
I see what's going on between you and Wyatt. | 1:17:33 | 1:17:36 | |
I'm not a fool. | 1:17:36 | 1:17:38 | |
You listen to me. | 1:17:38 | 1:17:40 | |
Lots of hard cases and tough nuts come and go around this town. | 1:17:40 | 1:17:44 | |
But none of them has a clue about the real play. None! | 1:17:44 | 1:17:49 | |
After tonight, one man'll control Tombstone. | 1:17:49 | 1:17:52 | |
You'll be happy to know him. Bet on it. | 1:17:52 | 1:17:55 | |
THUNDERCLAPS | 1:17:56 | 1:17:58 | |
It's gonna be one of those nights. | 1:18:05 | 1:18:08 | |
It's gettin' late, boys. I'm gonna go to bed. | 1:18:09 | 1:18:13 | |
'Night, Virg. | 1:18:13 | 1:18:16 | |
Goodnight, Morg. | 1:18:14 | 1:18:16 | |
Bundle up, Virg. It's gettin' cold out there. | 1:18:17 | 1:18:21 | |
LOUD THUNDERCLAPS | 1:18:38 | 1:18:40 | |
Tower of Babel. | 1:18:47 | 1:18:49 | |
Death, and the Devil. Oh, dear. | 1:18:50 | 1:18:52 | |
Oh, Allie...! I wish you'd learn to play a real card game. | 1:18:52 | 1:18:56 | |
More tea, Mattie? | 1:19:01 | 1:19:02 | |
Mmm? N... no. | 1:19:02 | 1:19:03 | |
You all right, Mattie? | 1:19:04 | 1:19:05 | |
You expectin' someone? | 1:19:05 | 1:19:08 | |
Only Virg. | 1:19:07 | 1:19:08 | |
KNOCK ON DOOR | 1:19:08 | 1:19:10 | |
Ladies. I know it's awful to come here. But, listen... | 1:19:12 | 1:19:17 | |
I think something's gonna happen tonight. | 1:19:17 | 1:19:21 | |
FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE | 1:19:20 | 1:19:21 | |
It's Virg. | 1:19:21 | 1:19:23 | |
NO! GET DOWN! | 1:19:24 | 1:19:26 | |
That thunder's sure gettin' close. | 1:19:43 | 1:19:46 | |
Hey, Virg. What'd ya forget? | 1:19:57 | 1:20:00 | |
Wyatt... | 1:20:11 | 1:20:13 | |
DOG BARKS | 1:20:14 | 1:20:16 | |
Hurry with that water, please! | 1:20:25 | 1:20:27 | |
Come on, Lou. | 1:20:27 | 1:20:29 | |
Wyatt! Wyatt! | 1:20:33 | 1:20:35 | |
They hit Clum's house, too. Shot up his wife. His WIFE! | 1:20:36 | 1:20:41 | |
They're bugs, Wyatt. | 1:20:41 | 1:20:43 | |
There ain't no live and let live with bugs! | 1:20:43 | 1:20:48 | |
Listen, we gotta get outta here. | 1:20:46 | 1:20:48 | |
Get outta here? | 1:20:49 | 1:20:50 | |
God, Wyatt, lie down and crawl? What kinda talk is that? | 1:20:50 | 1:20:54 | |
Do you see what's happening? | 1:20:54 | 1:20:58 | |
What?! What d'you mean?! | 1:20:56 | 1:20:58 | |
No, please, no! | 1:21:00 | 1:21:01 | |
I'm afraid he's gonna lose the use of his arm. | 1:21:01 | 1:21:05 | |
Oh, God, no! | 1:21:05 | 1:21:06 | |
Don't worry, Allie girl. | 1:21:08 | 1:21:10 | |
I still got one good arm to hold ya with. | 1:21:10 | 1:21:13 | |
Goddamn son of A BITCH! | 1:21:16 | 1:21:18 | |
Morgan, wait a minute! Virg... | 1:21:19 | 1:21:22 | |
You had to be so damn smart! | 1:21:22 | 1:21:23 | |
I'm sorry, Allie. I told you, Virg! | 1:21:24 | 1:21:26 | |
Not now, Wyatt. | 1:21:26 | 1:21:28 | |
All right, what do you want me to do? | 1:21:29 | 1:21:33 | |
Leave me alone, for God's sakes! | 1:21:31 | 1:21:33 | |
Virg... | 1:21:34 | 1:21:37 | |
He doesn't wanna talk, Wyatt! | 1:21:34 | 1:21:37 | |
I heard about what they did to your women. That was wrong. | 1:21:52 | 1:21:56 | |
I'm here to say it wasn't me. I had no part of it. | 1:21:56 | 1:22:00 | |
No? | 1:22:01 | 1:22:02 | |
Brothers to the bone. | 1:22:02 | 1:22:04 | |
Right, McMasters? | 1:22:04 | 1:22:08 | |
Nope. Not any more. Not after this night. | 1:22:05 | 1:22:08 | |
He's right, Wyatt. If you want us for anything, we're with ya. | 1:22:09 | 1:22:14 | |
MUFFLED GROANS | 1:23:09 | 1:23:11 | |
DOG BARKING | 1:23:12 | 1:23:14 | |
Hold him. | 1:23:16 | 1:23:18 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 1:23:18 | 1:23:20 | |
Get her outta here! Jesus! | 1:23:20 | 1:23:22 | |
Somebody shut that dog up! | 1:23:23 | 1:23:25 | |
DOG BARKING | 1:23:27 | 1:23:28 | |
Hold him, goddamn it! | 1:23:29 | 1:23:33 | |
Get that goddamn dog outta here! | 1:23:31 | 1:23:33 | |
The bullet's too deep. I can't get it out. | 1:23:33 | 1:23:37 | |
Easy, Morg. | 1:23:40 | 1:23:42 | |
Is that better? | 1:23:42 | 1:23:44 | |
Yeah... | 1:23:46 | 1:23:48 | |
You were right, Wyatt. | 1:23:50 | 1:23:52 | |
They got me good. | 1:23:52 | 1:23:54 | |
Don't let 'em get you, brother. | 1:23:56 | 1:23:59 | |
You're the one. | 1:23:59 | 1:24:01 | |
Easy, Morg. | 1:24:01 | 1:24:03 | |
Don't worry about that now. | 1:24:04 | 1:24:06 | |
Remember what I said about seein' a light when you're dyin'? | 1:24:09 | 1:24:14 | |
Yeah. Yeah. | 1:24:15 | 1:24:17 | |
It ain't true. I can't see a damn thing. | 1:24:18 | 1:24:21 | |
Morg...? | 1:24:26 | 1:24:28 | |
Morg? | 1:24:31 | 1:24:33 | |
Morg?! | 1:24:37 | 1:24:39 | |
HE SOBS | 1:24:47 | 1:24:49 | |
-NO-O! -SCREAMS > | 1:24:59 | 1:25:01 | |
Why? Why him? | 1:25:18 | 1:25:20 | |
No, get away from me! | 1:25:25 | 1:25:27 | |
WYATT! | 1:25:27 | 1:25:29 | |
Can't you see?! Get away from me! | 1:25:29 | 1:25:32 | |
THUNDERCLAPS | 1:25:58 | 1:26:00 | |
MORGAN...! | 1:26:05 | 1:26:07 | |
And so she walked out of our lives for ever. | 1:26:57 | 1:27:00 | |
Gee-up. | 1:27:18 | 1:27:20 | |
I want you to know it's over. | 1:27:33 | 1:27:35 | |
Well... | 1:27:39 | 1:27:42 | |
bye. | 1:27:42 | 1:27:43 | |
You smell that, Bill? | 1:27:45 | 1:27:47 | |
Smells like someone died. | 1:27:49 | 1:27:51 | |
Jesus, Johnny...! | 1:27:54 | 1:27:56 | |
Get up! | 1:28:05 | 1:28:07 | |
Ike... | 1:28:17 | 1:28:20 | |
Take Stillwell. | 1:28:20 | 1:28:22 | |
Finish it. | 1:28:22 | 1:28:24 | |
That's Virgil with the women. | 1:28:41 | 1:28:46 | |
He's mine! | 1:28:44 | 1:28:46 | |
Hey, Mattie! Where's Wyatt? | 1:28:47 | 1:28:51 | |
Right behind you, Stillwell. | 1:28:48 | 1:28:51 | |
DON'T! | 1:28:52 | 1:28:54 | |
All right, Clanton... | 1:29:27 | 1:29:29 | |
you called down the thunder, well, now you got it. | 1:29:29 | 1:29:33 | |
You see that? | 1:29:34 | 1:29:36 | |
It's says US Marshall! | 1:29:36 | 1:29:38 | |
Wyatt, please don't kill me...! | 1:29:38 | 1:29:41 | |
Take a good look at him, Ike. | 1:29:41 | 1:29:43 | |
Cos that's how you're gonna end up. | 1:29:43 | 1:29:46 | |
The Cowboys are finished! | 1:29:47 | 1:29:49 | |
I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin' it! | 1:29:50 | 1:29:53 | |
So, run, you cur! | 1:29:53 | 1:29:55 | |
RUN! | 1:29:56 | 1:29:57 | |
Tell all the other curs the law is comin'! | 1:29:57 | 1:30:01 | |
You tell 'em I'm comin', and Hell's comin' with me! | 1:30:01 | 1:30:05 | |
HELL'S COMIN' WITH ME! | 1:30:06 | 1:30:08 | |
Nobody move! | 1:30:41 | 1:30:43 | |
Nonsense. | 1:30:42 | 1:30:43 | |
By all means...move. | 1:30:43 | 1:30:46 | |
Hey, Wyatt! | 1:32:11 | 1:32:13 | |
How the hell are ya?! | 1:32:13 | 1:32:15 | |
Got some boys behind ya. | 1:32:27 | 1:32:29 | |
A little crossfire. You like that?! | 1:32:29 | 1:32:32 | |
Think of something fast! | 1:32:35 | 1:32:37 | |
Wyatt? Wyatt? | 1:32:40 | 1:32:42 | |
No... | 1:32:43 | 1:32:45 | |
Wyatt! | 1:32:45 | 1:32:47 | |
No! | 1:32:48 | 1:32:50 | |
Wyatt...?! | 1:32:49 | 1:32:50 | |
Look at that...! | 1:32:50 | 1:32:52 | |
Yeah... Come and get some, boy...! | 1:32:55 | 1:32:58 | |
. | 9:59:50 | 9:59:57 | |
Why? Why him? | 0:00:04 | 0:00:06 | |
No, get away from me! | 0:00:11 | 0:00:13 | |
WYATT! | 0:00:13 | 0:00:15 | |
Can't you see?! Get away from me! | 0:00:15 | 0:00:18 | |
THUNDERCLAPS | 0:00:44 | 0:00:46 | |
MORGAN...! | 0:00:51 | 0:00:53 | |
And so she walked out of our lives for ever. | 0:01:43 | 0:01:46 | |
Gee-up. | 0:02:04 | 0:02:06 | |
I want you to know it's over. | 0:02:19 | 0:02:21 | |
Well... | 0:02:25 | 0:02:28 | |
bye. | 0:02:28 | 0:02:29 | |
You smell that, Bill? | 0:02:31 | 0:02:33 | |
Smells like someone died. | 0:02:35 | 0:02:37 | |
Jesus, Johnny...! | 0:02:40 | 0:02:42 | |
Get up! | 0:02:51 | 0:02:53 | |
Ike... | 0:03:03 | 0:03:06 | |
Take Stillwell. | 0:03:06 | 0:03:08 | |
Finish it. | 0:03:08 | 0:03:10 | |
That's Virgil with the women. | 0:03:27 | 0:03:32 | |
He's mine! | 0:03:30 | 0:03:32 | |
Hey, Mattie! Where's Wyatt? | 0:03:33 | 0:03:37 | |
Right behind you, Stillwell. | 0:03:34 | 0:03:37 | |
DON'T! | 0:03:38 | 0:03:40 | |
All right, Clanton... | 0:04:13 | 0:04:15 | |
you called down the thunder, well, now you got it. | 0:04:15 | 0:04:19 | |
You see that? | 0:04:20 | 0:04:22 | |
It's says US Marshall! | 0:04:22 | 0:04:24 | |
Wyatt, please don't kill me...! | 0:04:24 | 0:04:27 | |
Take a good look at him, Ike. | 0:04:27 | 0:04:29 | |
Cos that's how you're gonna end up. | 0:04:29 | 0:04:32 | |
The Cowboys are finished! | 0:04:33 | 0:04:35 | |
I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin' it! | 0:04:36 | 0:04:39 | |
So, run, you cur! | 0:04:39 | 0:04:41 | |
RUN! | 0:04:42 | 0:04:43 | |
Tell all the other curs the law is comin'! | 0:04:43 | 0:04:47 | |
You tell 'em I'm comin', and Hell's comin' with me! | 0:04:47 | 0:04:51 | |
HELL'S COMIN' WITH ME! | 0:04:52 | 0:04:54 | |
Nobody move! | 0:05:27 | 0:05:29 | |
Nonsense. | 0:05:28 | 0:05:29 | |
By all means...move. | 0:05:29 | 0:05:32 | |
Hey, Wyatt! | 0:06:57 | 0:06:59 | |
How the hell are ya?! | 0:06:59 | 0:07:01 | |
Got some boys behind ya. | 0:07:13 | 0:07:15 | |
A little crossfire. You like that?! | 0:07:15 | 0:07:18 | |
Think of something fast! | 0:07:21 | 0:07:23 | |
Wyatt? Wyatt? | 0:07:26 | 0:07:28 | |
No... | 0:07:29 | 0:07:31 | |
Wyatt! | 0:07:31 | 0:07:33 | |
No! | 0:07:34 | 0:07:36 | |
Wyatt...?! | 0:07:35 | 0:07:36 | |
Look at that...! | 0:07:36 | 0:07:38 | |
Yeah... Come and get some, boy...! | 0:07:41 | 0:07:44 | |
GUNSHOTS | 0:07:46 | 0:07:48 | |
No! Let me! | 0:07:48 | 0:07:50 | |
CLICK | 0:07:55 | 0:07:56 | |
No...! | 0:07:56 | 0:07:58 | |
Son of a bitch! | 0:07:58 | 0:08:00 | |
NO! | 0:08:00 | 0:08:02 | |
No! No! | 0:08:19 | 0:08:21 | |
You ever see anything like that? | 0:08:32 | 0:08:35 | |
Hell, I ain't even HEARD of anything like that. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:39 | |
Where is he? | 0:08:40 | 0:08:42 | |
-COUGHING -Down by the creek. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:45 | |
Walkin' on water. | 0:08:45 | 0:08:47 | |
Hope he's got a spare miracle. | 0:08:47 | 0:08:49 | |
Cos if I know Ringo, he'll be headed straight for us. | 0:08:49 | 0:08:54 | |
If they were my brothers, I'd want revenge, too. | 0:08:54 | 0:08:58 | |
No. Make no mistake. | 0:08:58 | 0:09:00 | |
It's not revenge he's after. | 0:09:02 | 0:09:04 | |
It's a reckoning. | 0:09:06 | 0:09:08 | |
RACKING COUGH | 0:09:16 | 0:09:18 | |
Doc, you outta be in bed. What you doin' this for anyway? | 0:09:18 | 0:09:22 | |
Wyatt Earp is my friend. | 0:09:23 | 0:09:25 | |
Hell, I got lots of friends. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:27 | |
I don't. | 0:09:29 | 0:09:31 | |
Whoah! Whoah! | 0:09:43 | 0:09:45 | |
My God. | 0:09:51 | 0:09:53 | |
Are you all right? | 0:09:54 | 0:09:56 | |
What do you care? | 0:09:56 | 0:09:58 | |
Your friends did it. | 0:09:58 | 0:10:00 | |
Must've been Claiborne and Fuller. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:03 | |
Left here last night. | 0:10:04 | 0:10:05 | |
Oh, no... | 0:10:06 | 0:10:08 | |
They tried to take my watch. | 0:10:09 | 0:10:11 | |
He cursed them for cowards and they shot him. | 0:10:11 | 0:10:15 | |
I don't...understand any of this. | 0:10:15 | 0:10:18 | |
I just know it's ugly. | 0:10:19 | 0:10:22 | |
You're all ugly. | 0:10:22 | 0:10:24 | |
And he was beautiful. | 0:10:24 | 0:10:27 | |
He brought beauty into your ugly world and you shot him. | 0:10:28 | 0:10:32 | |
Not that you care. | 0:10:36 | 0:10:38 | |
Billy? Where you goin'?! | 0:10:49 | 0:10:51 | |
I'm not goin' with ya. | 0:10:51 | 0:10:54 | |
Billy! Get back here! | 0:10:52 | 0:10:54 | |
Sorry, sir. But we gotta have SOME law. | 0:10:54 | 0:10:59 | |
BILLY! | 0:10:57 | 0:10:59 | |
Let him go. Who cares! Go on, get the hell outta here! | 0:10:59 | 0:11:03 | |
Party's over, boys! Let's go! | 0:11:03 | 0:11:06 | |
Whoah... | 0:11:21 | 0:11:23 | |
Ringo and Behan are out front. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:31 | |
There is about...30 of 'em. | 0:11:31 | 0:11:34 | |
They're all wearin' badges. | 0:11:36 | 0:11:38 | |
Christ...! | 0:11:40 | 0:11:42 | |
We gotta find a place to hole up. | 0:11:42 | 0:11:45 | |
Doc? | 0:11:47 | 0:11:48 | |
I got him! | 0:11:55 | 0:11:57 | |
Is this Henry Hooker's ranch? | 0:12:03 | 0:12:05 | |
Yeah. And I'm Hooker. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:07 | |
We got a sick man. > | 0:12:07 | 0:12:09 | |
And our horses are done in. | 0:12:09 | 0:12:11 | |
Put him up at my place. | 0:12:11 | 0:12:13 | |
As long as it's just tonight. | 0:12:13 | 0:12:15 | |
We're in debt to ya. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:17 | |
I know y'all gotta keep movin'... | 0:12:25 | 0:12:28 | |
..but he looks pretty bad to me. | 0:12:28 | 0:12:30 | |
They got held up and their boss actor got killed. | 0:12:56 | 0:13:00 | |
They came to water their horses, then they'll push on. | 0:13:00 | 0:13:05 | |
I'm sorry about your friend. | 0:13:18 | 0:13:20 | |
-And I'm sorry that I... -I forgave you the moment you said it. | 0:13:22 | 0:13:26 | |
You did? | 0:13:26 | 0:13:28 | |
Well... | 0:13:28 | 0:13:30 | |
thank you. | 0:13:30 | 0:13:32 | |
All set? | 0:13:32 | 0:13:34 | |
I have to go. | 0:13:36 | 0:13:38 | |
Wait. | 0:13:42 | 0:13:43 | |
What the hell's that? | 0:14:28 | 0:14:30 | |
They got McMasters! | 0:14:49 | 0:14:51 | |
Ringo wanted your attention! | 0:14:54 | 0:14:57 | |
A straight-up fight - just you an' him! | 0:14:57 | 0:15:00 | |
Settle this once an' for all! | 0:15:00 | 0:15:02 | |
Oak grove. Mouth of Silver Springs Canyon - 7 o'clock. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:08 | |
YOU TELL HIM I'LL BE THERE! | 0:15:05 | 0:15:08 | |
Are you crazy? | 0:15:08 | 0:15:11 | |
I'LL BE THERE! | 0:15:09 | 0:15:11 | |
It's not finished! | 0:15:12 | 0:15:14 | |
After I'm done with Wyatt Earp... | 0:15:29 | 0:15:32 | |
take your Cowboys and finish off Creek Johnson and Texas Jack. | 0:15:32 | 0:15:38 | |
You burn 'em, Ike. | 0:15:38 | 0:15:40 | |
Burn 'em all. | 0:15:42 | 0:15:44 | |
Hell, Johnny, he ain't even gonna show. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:48 | |
He'll show. | 0:15:48 | 0:15:50 | |
I spent my whole life not knowin' what I wanted outta life. | 0:15:53 | 0:15:58 | |
Just chasin' my tail. | 0:15:58 | 0:16:00 | |
Now, I know exactly what I want. | 0:16:00 | 0:16:02 | |
And who. | 0:16:03 | 0:16:05 | |
And that's the damnable misery of it. | 0:16:06 | 0:16:09 | |
What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? Makes him do the things he does? | 0:16:14 | 0:16:19 | |
A man like Ringo... | 0:16:19 | 0:16:21 | |
..got a great empty hole | 0:16:23 | 0:16:25 | |
right through the middle of him. | 0:16:25 | 0:16:28 | |
He can never kill enough, or | 0:16:28 | 0:16:30 | |
steal enough... | 0:16:30 | 0:16:32 | |
or inflict enough pain to ever fill it. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:36 | |
What does he need? | 0:16:36 | 0:16:38 | |
Revenge. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:42 | |
For what? | 0:16:44 | 0:16:46 | |
Bein' born. | 0:16:51 | 0:16:53 | |
It all happened so fast with Curly Bill, I didn't have time to think. | 0:17:05 | 0:17:10 | |
But I've had time to think about this. | 0:17:10 | 0:17:13 | |
I can't beat him, can I? | 0:17:20 | 0:17:22 | |
No. | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
Wait. I'm goin' with ya. | 0:17:33 | 0:17:35 | |
HE COUGHS | 0:17:39 | 0:17:41 | |
Oh, God...! | 0:17:41 | 0:17:43 | |
I'm sorry. | 0:17:43 | 0:17:45 | |
I'm sorry, Wyatt. | 0:17:45 | 0:17:47 | |
It's all right, Doc. | 0:17:48 | 0:17:50 | |
What's it like to wear one of those? | 0:17:52 | 0:17:56 | |
Don't worry. If they want him, they gotta come over us first. | 0:18:23 | 0:18:28 | |
He's waitin' for you by the big oak. | 0:18:51 | 0:18:54 | |
Quarter mile up that trail. | 0:18:55 | 0:18:57 | |
They're not givin' you any safe conduct. | 0:19:01 | 0:19:04 | |
Shootin' starts, you better kick east to the Mexico line. | 0:19:04 | 0:19:09 | |
I ain't got the words. | 0:19:12 | 0:19:14 | |
I know. | 0:19:14 | 0:19:16 | |
Me, neither. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:18 | |
Well...! | 0:19:26 | 0:19:28 | |
I didn't think you had it in ya. | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
I'm your huckleberry. | 0:19:37 | 0:19:39 | |
Why, Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave. | 0:19:42 | 0:19:49 | |
Fight's not with you, Holliday. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:52 | |
I beg to differ, sir. | 0:19:53 | 0:19:55 | |
We started a game we never got to finish. | 0:19:55 | 0:19:58 | |
Play for blood, remember? | 0:19:58 | 0:20:01 | |
I was just foolin' about. | 0:20:02 | 0:20:04 | |
I wasn't. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:08 | |
And this time... | 0:20:09 | 0:20:11 | |
..it's legal. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:14 | |
All right, lunger... | 0:20:21 | 0:20:23 | |
let's do it! | 0:20:24 | 0:20:26 | |
Say when. | 0:20:58 | 0:21:00 | |
Come on! | 0:21:18 | 0:21:20 | |
Come on, Johnny. | 0:21:21 | 0:21:22 | |
Come on! | 0:21:23 | 0:21:25 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:21:27 | 0:21:28 | |
You're no daisy. | 0:21:29 | 0:21:31 | |
No daisy, at all. | 0:21:31 | 0:21:33 | |
Poor soul. | 0:21:34 | 0:21:36 | |
You were just too high strung. | 0:21:36 | 0:21:39 | |
I'm afraid the strain was more than he could bear. | 0:21:49 | 0:21:53 | |
Oh, I wasn't quite as sick as I made out. | 0:22:00 | 0:22:03 | |
Good God...! | 0:22:06 | 0:22:08 | |
My hypocrisy goes only so far. | 0:22:15 | 0:22:18 | |
All right. | 0:22:23 | 0:22:25 | |
Let's finish it. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:27 | |
Indeed, sir. | 0:22:27 | 0:22:28 | |
The last charge of Wyatt Earp and his immortals. | 0:22:28 | 0:22:32 | |
LAST RITES BEING GIVEN | 0:24:12 | 0:24:15 | |
Hello, Wyatt. | 0:24:47 | 0:24:49 | |
Father Feeney and I were just... | 0:24:50 | 0:24:53 | |
investigating the mysteries of the Church of Rome. | 0:24:53 | 0:24:57 | |
It appears... | 0:24:58 | 0:25:00 | |
my hypocrisy knows no bounds. | 0:25:00 | 0:25:04 | |
You're no hypocrite, Doc. | 0:25:04 | 0:25:06 | |
You just like to sound like one. | 0:25:06 | 0:25:09 | |
I brought ya somethin'. | 0:25:09 | 0:25:11 | |
Well, let's see, where are we today? | 0:25:18 | 0:25:20 | |
Yeah, I'm 17 down to ya. Two bits a hand, stud. | 0:25:21 | 0:25:24 | |
You keep comin' back here. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:27 | |
I told you not to, and I meant it. | 0:25:27 | 0:25:29 | |
You're the only person I can afford to lose to any more. | 0:25:30 | 0:25:35 | |
How are we feelin' today, Doc? | 0:25:35 | 0:25:37 | |
I'm dyin'. | 0:25:39 | 0:25:40 | |
How are you? | 0:25:41 | 0:25:42 | |
Pretty much the same. | 0:25:42 | 0:25:44 | |
So now we add self-pity to your other frailties? | 0:25:44 | 0:25:48 | |
All right, Doc, how many cards you want? | 0:25:48 | 0:25:51 | |
I don't wanna play any more. | 0:25:51 | 0:25:53 | |
How many? | 0:25:54 | 0:25:56 | |
Damn you. You're the most... | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
fallible... | 0:26:00 | 0:26:02 | |
stubborn, self-deluded, bull-headed man I've known in my life. | 0:26:02 | 0:26:08 | |
I call. | 0:26:08 | 0:26:10 | |
You win. | 0:26:10 | 0:26:13 | |
Yet, withall... | 0:26:11 | 0:26:13 | |
you're the only person in my life, who gave me hope. | 0:26:13 | 0:26:17 | |
I was... | 0:26:23 | 0:26:24 | |
in love once. | 0:26:24 | 0:26:27 | |
My first cousin. | 0:26:28 | 0:26:30 | |
She was fifteen. | 0:26:30 | 0:26:32 | |
We were both so... | 0:26:35 | 0:26:37 | |
That's good, Doc. | 0:26:38 | 0:26:40 | |
That's... That's good. What happened? | 0:26:40 | 0:26:43 | |
She joined a convent over the affair. | 0:26:45 | 0:26:48 | |
She was all I ever wanted. | 0:26:50 | 0:26:52 | |
What did you want? | 0:26:55 | 0:26:57 | |
Just to live a normal life. | 0:26:57 | 0:26:59 | |
There's no normal life, Wyatt. There's just life. | 0:27:01 | 0:27:05 | |
You get on with it. | 0:27:05 | 0:27:07 | |
Don't know how. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:10 | |
Sure you do. | 0:27:12 | 0:27:14 | |
Say goodbye to me. | 0:27:14 | 0:27:16 | |
Go grab that spirited actress and make her your own. | 0:27:16 | 0:27:20 | |
Take that beauty and run. | 0:27:20 | 0:27:22 | |
Don't look back. | 0:27:22 | 0:27:25 | |
Live every second. | 0:27:25 | 0:27:27 | |
Live right up to the hilt. | 0:27:27 | 0:27:29 | |
Live, Wyatt. | 0:27:30 | 0:27:32 | |
Live for me. | 0:27:33 | 0:27:35 | |
Wyatt, if you were ever my friend... | 0:27:36 | 0:27:39 | |
if you ever had the slightest feelin' for me... | 0:27:39 | 0:27:42 | |
leave now. | 0:27:42 | 0:27:44 | |
Leave now. | 0:27:44 | 0:27:46 | |
Please? | 0:27:50 | 0:27:52 | |
Thanks for always bein' there, Doc. | 0:28:03 | 0:28:07 | |
I'll be damned. | 0:28:33 | 0:28:35 | |
This is funny. | 0:28:38 | 0:28:40 | |
Goodnight, Josie. | 0:29:04 | 0:29:06 | |
Goodnight. | 0:29:06 | 0:29:07 | |
Good show. | 0:29:07 | 0:29:09 | |
You ever see the sun come up over the Rockies? | 0:29:25 | 0:29:28 | |
Hits all of a sudden, and below there's California. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:32 | |
You'd swear you were lookin' at heaven. | 0:29:32 | 0:29:35 | |
I have nothing left. | 0:29:43 | 0:29:45 | |
Nothing to give you. | 0:29:45 | 0:29:48 | |
I have no pride. | 0:29:48 | 0:29:50 | |
No dignity. | 0:29:50 | 0:29:52 | |
No money. I don't even know how we'll make a living. But... | 0:29:52 | 0:29:57 | |
..I promise I'll love you the rest of your life. | 0:30:01 | 0:30:05 | |
Don't worry, Wyatt. | 0:30:18 | 0:30:21 | |
My family's rich. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:23 | |
SHE LAUGHS | 0:30:24 | 0:30:26 | |
What shall we do first? | 0:30:29 | 0:30:31 | |
What you wanted to do the first night we met? Remember? | 0:30:32 | 0:30:36 | |
May I have this dance? | 0:30:39 | 0:30:41 | |
Yes! | 0:30:43 | 0:30:44 | |
And then we'll have room service! | 0:30:44 | 0:30:47 | |
NARRATOR: 'The Cowboy gang was ended forever. | 0:30:54 | 0:30:57 | |
'Ike Clanton was killed two years later during a robbery. | 0:30:57 | 0:31:01 | |
'Mattie died of a drug overdose shortly after leaving Tombstone. | 0:31:01 | 0:31:06 | |
'Virgil and Allie Earp moved to California | 0:31:06 | 0:31:09 | |
'where Virgil, despite losing his arm, became a sheriff. | 0:31:09 | 0:31:13 | |
'Wyatt and Josephine had a series of adventures. | 0:31:13 | 0:31:17 | |
'Through thick and thin, in 47 years they never left each other's side. | 0:31:17 | 0:31:22 | |
'Wyatt Earp died in Los Angeles in 1929. | 0:31:22 | 0:31:25 | |
'Among the pallbearers at his funeral | 0:31:25 | 0:31:28 | |
'were early western movie stars William S Hart and Tom Mix. | 0:31:28 | 0:31:33 | |
'Tom Mix wept.' | 0:31:33 | 0:31:35 | |
IMS Subtitles by Barbara Skinner | 0:31:40 | 0:31:43 |