Tombstone

This film contains some strong language.

'1879 - the Civil War is over and the resulting economic explosion spurs the great migration west.

'Farmers, prospectors, killers and thieves seek their fortunes.

'Cattle drovers give cow towns

'murder rates higher than in modern day New York or Los Angeles.

'From this comes legendary lawman Wyatt Earp.

'He retires his badge and gun to start a quiet life with his family.

'Friend John "Doc" Holliday, Southern gentleman,

'gunman and gambler, also travels west, hoping to relieve his TB.

'Silver is discovered in Arizona and Tombstone becomes the new boom town

'Paris fashions are sold from the backs of wagons.

'Attracted by the air of greed,

'over 100 exiled Texas outlaws form a ruthless gang

'recognised by their red sashes.

'They are the earliest example of organised crime in America.

'They call themselves The Cowboys.'

SINGING IN SPANISH

CHATTER IN SPANISH

Y'all killed two Cowboys.

HE SHOUTS

Looks like we win(!)

Mexican police, huh?

Tell him to get on his knees.

De rodillas!

De rodillas!

He will no kneel, patron. He very proud.

Somebody get this dick on his knees.

Gracias!

They call me Curly Bill Brocius.

I'm what ya might call... founder of the feast.

So, next time we come...

you better step aside.

I ain't kiddin' neither.

RAPID INDISTINCT SPANISH

Patron, he say someone will come to revenge for him.

Something like a sick horse who come to sit with him. He talk crazy.

That's not what he said, you ignorant wretch.

Your Spanish is worse than your English.

You go to hell!

You first.

NO-O-O-O! NO-O!

< SCREAMS OF PROTEST

< WOMAN'S SCREAMS CONTINUE

GUNSHOT THEN SILENCE

Hell, let's eat, boys!

This looks good!

Guess they knew we was comin'(!)

GUNSHOT

El amor de Dios es que ustedes no tienen...

Johnny, what'd that Mexican mean? A sick horse gettin' us?

He was quoting the Bible.

Revelations.

"Behold the pale horse.

"The man who sat on him was Death.

"And Hell followed with him."

TRAIN WHISTLE

Come on! Come on!

Hurts, don't it!

Now let go of that stud and go on about your business.

Mr Earp?

My name's Dake. Crowley Dake.

US Marshall for this territory.

< Forget it. I'm retired.

Excuse me?

I said forget it. I don't want the job. Final.

You don't understand...

No, you don't understand, sir.

I did my duty. Now I wanna get on with my life.

I'm goin' to Tombstone.

Ah, I see. To strike it rich. Tell ya one thing though...

Never saw a rich man that didn't have a guilty conscience.

I already got a guilty conscience.

May as well have the money too.

Good day now.

That's him all right.

I'd know that sour face anywhere.

Virgil!

Morgan! My God!

Hey, Boy! How are ya, Morgan?

Wyatt, you remember Allie?

Good God, well he better!

Allie, girl!

And Louisa!

Wyatt.

You're so lovely, darlin'! I'm at your feet!

Still, Ma always said Morg's the prettiest.

But she doted on the frowner.

That's right.

Mattie! They're already here!

Folks, this is Celia Ann, known as Mattie.

Pleased to meet you, Mattie.

Nice to meet you.

Wyatt, I couldn't find laudanum anywhere!

OK, honey...

I been dreamin' about this forever!

Wait... Look here.

Wyatt...

Don't talk, just... Yeah...!

Thank you for this, Wyatt. It's all your doin'.

We'll make our fortune, boys.

Well, come on.

Gracious, we could be sisters!

She's fine. Wonder where he found her.

Same place we found ours, probably!

Mattie, hon. Did you say you needed some laudanum?

Yes, I did.

I have some right here.

Oh, you're a life-saver!

Just be careful - it's full of hop!

Don't worry. I just get headaches.

Hey, Virg, you see Doc in Prescott?

Yeah, he hit a streak - him and Kate.

I miss Doc. I miss that old rep.

I don't.

He makes me laugh.

Yeah!

That's 500, Holliday. You in or out?

Five hundred? Must be a peach of a hand.

Why, thank you, darlin'.

Kate...! You're not wearing a bustle.

How lewd.

You in or out, goddamn it?!

Why, Ed Bailey, you look like you just about ready to burst.

Come on! Show!

Well...

I s'pose I'm deranged, but I guess I'll just have to call.

Cover your ears, darlin'.

Isn't that a daisy?

Son of a bitch!

Bailey, settle down!

Shut up!

Take your money and get out!

I'm tired of listenin' to your mouth.

Why, Ed Bailey...

..are we cross?

Them guns don't scare me.

Cos without them guns you're nothin' but a skinny...

lunger!

Ed, what an ugly thing to say.

A poor ugliness.

Does this mean we're not friends any more?

You know, Ed, if I thought you weren't my friend...

I just don't think I could bear it.

There. Now we can be friends again.

Touch that and die.

I calculate that's the end of this town.

I had a boy at the hotel pack us up.

The horse is outside.

So that's why you've no bustle.

My sweet soft Hungarian devil.

Well...

Good evenin', then.

Let's not bother about the luggage.

< Hey, Morg!

Pretty big, isn't it?

Oh...!

You can smell the silver in this town!

Look at these girls!

Hot damn this burg's jumpin'!

Here we go, ladies.

Sheriff.

Newcomers, eh?

Name's John Behan. Cochise County Sheriff. Just hit town?

Yep. I'm Wyatt Earp. These are my brothers Virgil and...

Wyatt Earp? Dodge City?

Gave that up. Going into business. Don't even carry a gun now.

Business, huh? Then I'm the man to see.

Besides sheriff, I'm also tax collector, and head of

the fire brigade and the Anti-Chinese League. Ma'am.

How d'you do?

Yeah. Man of many parts.

Say, you got a place to stay yet?

No. Like I said, we just got here.

I also sit on the lot commission.

Really?

In fact, we got three lovely cottages comin' up to rent.

I'll throw in a good cleanin'. No charge.

Believe me, you won't find a better deal in town.

Sounds pretty good.

I'll have my man show 'em to ya.

Thank you.

Hey, Wyatt! Get on over here. I want you to meet Fred White.

He's the town Marshall.

My pleasure.

More law? I just met the County Sheriff.

Who - Behan? He ain't no law.

Only law around here is The Cowboys.

Cowboys? I had a run-in with a coupla them in Prescott.

Nobody does nothin' without 'em. There's three over there.

You can always spot 'em by their red sashes.

Fact is, Cowboys are good for business.

What about all these saloons?

A real mother lode here in Tombstone.

All Allen Street, 24 hours a day - liquor, hostesses, gamblin'.

Makin' money hand over fist. All except the Oriental.

A real slaughterhouse.

Even the high-rollers won't go near it.

Too bad, too. It's a nice place.

Hell of a waste.

Wyatt?

There he goes...!

Old Wyatt.

Howdy, stranger. What can I get ya?

I wouldn't mind one of those cigars.

Thank you.

Kinda nice in here. You run it?

Milt Joyce. Owner-operator.

Wyatt Earp.

Yeah, sure(!)

-I said lay off the Queen, jackass!

->

Excuse me for askin', Milt, but, kinda dead in here, isn't it?

See that bird at the faro table?

Back that Queen again, you son of a bitch, I'll blow it up your ass!

Came in here one day, slappin' the customers, wavin' his gun around.

Chased out all our high-class play.

Only trade we get now is the bummers and drovers. The dregs.

So get rid of him. Get a straight dealer.

Sure(!) Easy for you to say.

Shit!

Goddamn it, Junior, how many times?!

Get that damn cigar outta my face!

Christ Almighty, it's like playin' with kids!

Nerve-wrackin' sons of bitches!

Som'in on your mind?

Just wanted to let you know you're in my chair.

Is that a fact?

Yeah, it's a fact.

For a man who ain't heeled you talk reckless.

No need to go heeled to get the bulge on a tub like you.

Is that a fact?

That's a fact.

Well, I'm real scared.

Damn right, you're scared.

I can see that in your eyes.

All right...!

Go ahead.

Go ahead, skin it!

Skin that smoke wagon and see what happens.

Listen, mister, I'm gettin' awful tired of...

And I'm gettin' tired of yer gas, now jerk that pistol!

I said throw down, boy!

Are you gonna do something, or just stand there and bleed?

No?

I didn't think so.

Here, Milt.

Keepsake.

Hang it over the bar.

All right, youngster, out.

Don't come back.

Ever!

Well, what'ya say, Milt - 25% of the take sound about right?

Well, we're off and runnin'.

Just acquired us a quarter interest at the Oriental.

Acquired?

So to speak.

We just gotta keep our eye on that brass ring.

Why, Johnny Tyler!

Madcap.

Doc?

Where you goin' with a shotgun?

I didn't know you's back in town.

Well, well...!

How the hell are you?

Wyatt, I am rolling!

Morgan.

Doc.

Virgil.

Hello, Doc.

Wyatt Earp?

We're goin' into business, Doc. Wyatt just got us a faro game.

And since when is faro a business?

You always said gambling's an honest trade.

No. Poker's an honest trade.

Only suckers buck the tiger. The odds are all on the house.

There ain't no gun to their head.

That's what I love about Wyatt - he can talk himself into anything!

Oh, Johnny...

I apologise. I forgot you were there. You may go now.

Just leave that shotgun.

Leave it.

Thank you.

Sheriff Behan.

Gentlemen.

Sheriff...

..have you met Doc Holliday?

(Piss on you, Wyatt.)

Mr Holliday.

Forgive me if I don't shake hands.

So, how's our little town suit ya?

Fine. Fine. You know, this town could use a race track.

That's not a bad idea. Send a signal we're growin' up.

You're gettin' above yourselves, boys? It's just a mining camp.

People dress awful tony for a mining camp. No, we are growin'!

Be as big as San Francisco soon, and as sophisticated.

GUNSHOT

You son of a bitch!

< Easy, gents! Private affair.

Raise that arm and I'll have to...

Very cosmopolitan.

I know him.

It's Creek Johnson.

Wyatt? Doc?

Jack.

What do you say, old friend?

What the hell was that about, Creek?

Crawfished a bet and called me a liar.

Sheriff, may I present fellow sophisticates..

..Turkey Creek Jack Johnson and Texas Jack Vermillion.

Your ear, Creek.

'Fraid I'll have to have those guns.

It was a fair fight.

We was legal.

I'm sorry, boys.

You gotta go before Judge Spicer. Hand 'em over.

We're for law and order.

What the hell kinda town is this?

Nice scenery.

Well...!

An enchanted moment.

-<

-Interesting little scene.

I wonder who that tall drink of water is.

Ah, the quintessential frontier type.

Lean silhouette. Eyes closed by the sun, yet sharp as a hawk.

The look of both predator and prey.

I want one.

Happy hunting.

ROWDY LAUGHTER AND BANTER

Hey! There's Sister Boy!

Hey, Sister Boy, gimme some! Gimme, gimme!

Leave him alone, Barnes!

-Billy, sit with me.

-LAUGHS

This is so much fun!

We haven't been to a show for years.

I hope they're good.

Wyatt...

Oh, sorry.

Darlin', you know the Earps.

Kate, how ya been?

Mattie. Ravishin'!

Doc.

Wyatt, I'd like you to meet Mayor Clum and his wife.

Mr Earp. Your reputation precedes you.

I was wondering if...

Not a prayer. Nice meetin' you.

DRUM ROLL

Professor Gilman?! I seen him in Bisbee.

He catches stuff.

Hey, professor, catch this!

WILD LAUGHTER AND CATCALLS

May not have to wait for our notices.

Prettiest man I ever saw.

ALL: Oooooh...(!)

Ladies and gentlemen.

Saint Crispin's Day speech from Henry V.

"If we are marked to die, we are now to do our country loss."

"But if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honour...

What ya think, Billy Nilly?

I think he's wonderful.

"Gentlemen in England now a-bed

"shall think themselves accursed they were not here

"and hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks who fought with us upon Saint Crispin's Day!"

That's great! That's our kinda stuff!

GUNSHOTS

ORCHESTRA PLAYS "DANCE MACABRE" BY SAINT-SAENS

What the hell is this?

-BILLY:

-That's Faust. He's gonna make a deal with the Devil.

Is your soul for sale, dear?

Know what I'd do?

I'd take the deal, crawfish, then drill that old Devil in the ass.

RAUCOUS LAUGHTER

What would you do, Ringo?

I already did it.

Very instructive.

But who was the Devil?

I'll be damned.

You may indeed. If you get lucky.

Would you look at all those stars!

You look up and you think God made all that

and still remembered to make a little speck like me.

Kinda flattering, really.

Wyatt, do you believe in God?

No, come on, do you?

Yeah, maybe. Hell, I don't know.

So what d'you think happens when you die?

Somethin'. Nothin'. Hell, I dunno.

Well, I read this book. On spiritualism.

Oh, God, here we go again...!

Said that a lotta people, when they die, see a light. Like in a tunnel.

It's the light leadin' ya to Heaven.

And what about Hell?

They got a sign there, or what?

Wyatt, goddamn it, I'm serious!

Yeah. Comin' to the Oriental, Virg?

Not tonight. Tonight me and my old man are gonna have some fun.

Get movin', old man.

Maiden name was Sullivan.

You better go with 'em, honey. I gotta go to work.

Please stay with me.

Honey, I gotta work.

All right.

All right.

Well, I guess I don't have to go right now.

I could stay a while.

No, no. I don't wanna keep you.

No, really, I can stay.

That the bottle Lou gave you?

Yes. It is.

Maybe you should see a doctor.

Wyatt, it's just headaches!

I know what I'm doin'. No, I don't need a doctor!

Just go.

Everything's fine, Wyatt.

Work well.

Goodnight.

You look beautiful tonight.

Thank you.

'Night, Mattie.

'Night, Morgan.

Come on.

PIANO PLAYS "CAMPTOWN RACES"

You win again. Well played, sir.

You are on fire.

Yep, I'm burnin' up tonight! I'll take the red seven!

Here's some deeds - I'll take seven diamonds!

Awful lot of money.

If you can't stand the heat, pal...!

You're the doctor!

Sad news, you lose.

So, now we're in the mining business!

We're turnin' into regular tycoons.

I'll call it the Mattie Blaylock. She'll like that.

It's her maiden name.

What a maiden! Pure as the driven snow, I'm sure.

Hey, Doc, come on now...!

It's his style, Morg. It's OK.

Tell me, my friend, I'm curious - do you see yourself

as a married man, forsakin' all others?

Well, yeah. Pretty much.

I was no angel when we met. Neither was she.

People can change, Doc.

Sooner or later, you gotta grow up.

I see.

And what would you do if SHE walked in here?

She?

You know damn well. That dusky-hued lady Satan.

Oh, I'd probably ignore her.

Ignore her?

Ignore her. People can change, Doc.

I'll remember you said that.

What?

APPLAUSE

PIANO STRIKES UP

Aw... hell!

Miss Marcus, allow me the pleasure of a drink.

Thank you, sir.

Milt, champagne!

Satisfied?

I stand corrected.

Wyatt, you're an oak.

Thanks, Kate.

APPLAUSE

APPLAUSE AND CONGRATULATIONS

Mr Fabian, would you come and sit at my table?

Mr Earp, would you sign an autograph for me?

My wife's not gonna believe this.

Wyatt Earp, huh?

Heard o' you.

Listen, Mr Kansas law dog!

Law don't go around here.

Savvy?

I'm retired.

Good.

That's real good.

Yeah, that's real good, law dog.

Cos law just don't go round...

Yeah. I heard ya the first time.

Winner to the king - 500.

Shut up, Ike.

You must be Doc Holliday.

-COUGHS

-That's the rumour.

You retired, too?

Not me.

I'm in my prime.

Yeah, you look it(!)

You must be Ringo.

Look, darlin' - Johnny Ringo.

The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say.

What do you think, darlin'? Should I hate him?

You don't even know him.

Mmm. That's true.

But, I dunno, there's just somethin' about him.

Somethin' around the eyes.

I don't know.

Reminds me of...

..me!

No. I'm sure of it.

I hate him!

He's drunk.

In vino veritas.

Age quod agis.

INDISTINCT LATIN

Juventis stultorum...

..magister.

In pace requiescat.

Come on, boys. >

We don't want trouble in here. Not in any language.

That's Latin, darlin'.

Evidently, Mr Ringo's an educated man.

Now I really hate him.

-<

-Watch it, Johnny.

I hear he's real fast.

WHISTLES AND WHOOPS

WHISTLES AND CLAPPING

LAUGHTER

Bravo!

APPLAUSE AND LAUGHTER

Drinks are on me!

CHEERS AND WHISTLES

Gettin' kinda spooky around here.

Curly Bill, huh?

Who was that other idiot?

Ike Clanton.

That man dealing faro...

Who is he?

That's Wyatt Earp.

Made his name as a peace officer in Kansas.

Hmm. Peace officer.

Very impressive.

I hear he's married.

More champagne?

No... Hell.

Hello.

Hello.

We've...never actually met.

My name's...

Wyatt Earp. Yes, I know. I'm...

Josephine Marcus.

Everybody knows.

I was beginning to think we'd never meet.

This is fortuitous. That means lucky.

Yeah. I know what it means.

Easy, now...!

What is it?

That mare is in season.

-LAUGHS

-What's she starting?!

How do they know?

They know. It's the scent.

Ah.

Well, I guess we'd better split 'em up. It's been real...

I've a better idea.

Let's run it out of them.

Yeah... I'm an oak all right(!)

Whoah...!

Well, end of the road.

Maybe for you! YA!

Oh, that was lovely!

Lovely? We coulda been killed, or busted up!

Fun, though, wasn't it?

You'd die for fun?

Wouldn't you?

LAUGHS

Laughing?! I didn't think you ever laughed.

Yeah... I... I laugh sometimes.

Yes, but how often? Are you happy?

Am I happy?

Well, I dunno - happy as the next man, I guess.

I don't laugh like an idiot, if that's what you mean.

Touchy about it, aren't you?

No... It's a silly question "Am I happy?" Are you happy?

Oh, I'm always happy. Unless I'm bored.

That blonde woman - is that your wife?

What about her?

Nothing. What do you want out of life?

Jeez...!

Where do you get these questions?!

Just answer.

I dunno! Make some money, I guess. Maybe children.

Doesn't suit you.

-How would you know?

-It just doesn't, that's all!

I oughta know, and I say what suits me is a family.

Suits me so well, it's my idea of heaven.

What's your idea of heaven?

Room service.

Oh, he's laughing again!

But that's what I want.

I wanna move, and go places, and never look back. Just have fun.

Forever.

That's my idea of heaven.

Need someone to share it, though.

You mean Behan?

Well, then...

Why are you with him?

Because he's handsome. And he's charming, and...

He's all right.

For now.

Oh, I know, don't say it, I'm rotten.

I've tried to be good, it's just so boring.

The way you talk...

Never heard a woman talk like that?

Never.

I don't have time to be proper.

I wanna live.

I'm a woman, I like men.

If that means I'm not ladylike then I guess...I'm just not a lady.

At least I'm honest.

You're different.

No arguin' that.

But you're a lady, all right.

I'll take my oath on it.

Is that the opium Lou gave you?

It's a new bottle, isn't it?

You better go easy on that stuff.

Wyatt, leave me alone.

And where have you been?

Just out...ridin'.

How you feelin', Mattie?

SHE LAUGHS

I...I don't know, uh...

I'm all right.

I'm fine.

You sure?

Sure, I'm sure.

You know...

I was thinkin' today.

We've already made a pile of money in this place.

What if we pulled up stakes and just moved on?

And if we just keep goin'. See the world. Just...

live on room service.

How'd that be?

Room service?!

Wyatt, what are you talking about?

Nothin'. I just... I's just thinkin' out loud.

Nothin'.

Forget about it.

ROWDY LAUGHTER AND CHATTER

What's she doin' with that lunger?

Hey!

Hey!

Is that Old Dog Tray?

Sounds like Old Dog Tray to me.

Pardon?

You know.

Stephen Foster.

"Oh, Susanna".

"Camptown Races".

Stephen stinkin' Foster!

Yes, well...

this happens to be a Nocturne.

A which?

You know - Frederic fucking Chopin.

Oh, yeah...!

Boy, I feel great.

I feel...

just...

..capital!

BREAKING GLASS AND SCREAMS

MANIACAL LAUGH

You see what's goin' on in the street?!

Somebody's gotta act!

You're Sheriff.

No, this is not county business. This is a town matter. Marshall?

Why don't you just leave it alone?

No. I, er, I gotta...do somethin'.

Here's your down card.

HE HOWLS LIKE A WOLF

Curly Bill!

Come on, now.

Why, howdy, Fred.

< Hand those over, Curly.

Hand 'em over.

Why, sure, Dad.

I's only funin'.

Here ya go.

Fred?!

Come on, now, Fred!

-They got ol' Fred White!

->

-He's shot the Marshall!

->

Better get him off the street.

-Fred White's dead!

->

They killed Fred White!

All right, back off.

Get a rope!

String him up!

Nobody's hangin' anybody!

He just killed a man!

Then he'll stand trial for it. Move!

Turn him loose!

He said to turn loose of him.

Well, I'm not.

So, go home.

I swear to God, law dog...

if you don't step aside we'll tear you apart!

You die first. Get it?

Your friends might get me...

but not before I make your head a canoe. Got it?

He's bluffin'!

No.

He ain't bluffin'.

You're not as stupid as you look, Ike.

Now tell 'em to get back.

Go on, get back.

Go on! Billy!

He'll kill me.

And you...

music-lover...

you're next.

The drunk piano player...!

You're too drunk to hit nothin'.

In fact, you're probably seein' double.

I have two guns.

One for each of ya.

All right, break it up, now!

Go home now.

I'll see ya soon.

I'll see ya soon.

We'll meet again.

Well, as you can see...

never a dull moment!

So, then Judge Spicer says...

"Did you actually see it?"

I says I got there after the Marshall'd been shot.

Then Spicer leans forward and says,

"Well, there's no murder without a witness." Case dismissed.

Can you beat it? After all that. Hell, who cares?

Not my business.

There you go, Milt.

God, I love this game!

Boys, when we're finally set, we'll each have a billiard room.

Been thinkin' maybe we oughta open a place of our own.

There's the real money. Build it up.

Milk it, sell it for a bundle,

then breeze outta town with more money than Croesus. Up for it, Virg?

Virg?

Let's you and me walk around town, see if we can't spot a nice lot.

It's workin' out just like you said, Wyatt.

Goddamn, we're lootin' this burg six ways from Sunday!

Fun too, isn't it?

Kinda, yeah! Gotta admit.

Wyatt, do you have a moment?

Please, just hear me out...

Now, Mayor, we already told you no.

You tell 'im, Morg.

What about you? You were a lawman.

I'm busy.

We're all busy.

Sorry, Mayor, but you're barkin' up the wrong tree.

You men are makin' a lotta money in this town. Good for you.

In the meantime, a lotta decent people are suffering.

But, please, don't let me take up any more of your precious time.

Rack 'em.

I tell ya, I'm sufferin'. From a hangover(!)

GUNSHOTS

EXCITED HUBBUB

Hold on a minute!

Wait a minute! Calm down, and listen to me.

Nobody's sayin' you can't own a gun. Nobody's sayin' you can't carry one.

All we're sayin' is you can't carry a gun in town.

ROWDY PROTESTS

That's not so bad, is it?!

Mayor, we gotta talk about this!

No, we don't. You can just read it.

What in the hell are you doin'?!

I said no gettin' involved!

You got us involved when you brought us here.

You hold on a minute, Virg!

I walk about this town and look people in the eye...

It's like being slapped! They're afraid to walk down the street!

And I'm makin' money off that like some goddamned vulture!

A town's gotta have law and order.

Don't do this to me!

It's got nothin' to do with YOU!

Nothing...?!

I'm your brother! God sakes! Talk to him, will ya, or hit him!

Oh, God...!

Don't tell me...

Like you said, we're brothers.

Gotta back your brother. I did what I figured you'd do.

All right, now, you listen to me!

For the first time we got a chance to stop wandering and be a family.

This means trouble. You saw Fred White!

We know what we're doin'.

OK, fine. Say you don't get yourself killed.

There's somethin' else.

All those years I worked in cow towns...

I was only ever mixed up in one shootin'. One.

But a man lost his life and I took it!

You dunno how that feels, Morg.

Believe me, boy, you don't ever wanna know!

Not ever!

Didn't even make a dent, did I?

All right.

You're both makin' a big mistake.

-#

-..The sunshine

-#

-That brightened our pathway awhile

-#

-Come and sit by my side if you love me

-#

-Do not hasten to bid me adieu

-#

-But remember the red river valley

-#

-And the girl who has loved you so true...

-#

What do you think of the singer?

Nice voice.

Wyatt, Doc won't quit. He's been at it for 36 hours.

Clanton and the McLaury brothers are here.

I tried talkin' to him, but he won't let go.

And nobody can make him.

Wyatt. Just in time. Pull up a chair.

Doc. Been hittin' it awful hard, haven't ya?

Nonsense.

I have not yet begun to defile myself.

(Maybe you'd like to go on over...)

I will not be pawed at.

Thank you very much.

Doc can go on day and night, and then some!

That's my loving man.

Have another, my loving man.

I'm in.

Hey.

Loving man.

You been called.

Oops(!)

What is that now?

That 12 hands in a row?

Son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky!

Why, Ike, whatever do you mean?

-Take it easy, boys.

->

Maybe poker's just not your game, Ike.

I know!

Let's have a spelling contest.

How about I just wring your scrawny neck!

That's enough, Ike.

Are you taking his part, huh?

I'm the one got cheated!

Goddamn pimps! Y'all in it together!

No one's in anything, Ike. Go and sober up.

GET YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF ME!

Never put your hands on me!

Manhandle a Cowboy, we'll cut your goddamn heart out!

You threaten me, son of a bitch?!

All right, all right!

Just go on home and forget about it, Ike.

I ain't gonna forget nothin'.

Well, that certainly was a bust.

Come, darlin', let's seek our entertainment elsewhere.

Forget it, Virg. Go get some fresh air.

DOC COUGHS

What's wrong, Doc?

Nothin'. Not a thing. I'm right as the mail.

Doc? Doc?!

All right, get him up. Let's get him to the hotel.

What's wrong with him?

Lunger.

Yeah? Well, I hope you die.

Gimme my guns.

My rifle.

Goddamn bastards - cheatin' me!

Nobody cheated you, Ike. Just go home.

I don't take no mouth from no bartenders.

See? Give someone a rap on the beezer, you get some respect.

You tell the Earps, I see 'em on the street, and Doc Holliday...

I'm gonna send 'em to Hell on a shutter.

Pick these guns up.

Come on, Ike.

HE GROANS

Come on, Ike.

Come on!

Ike, you walk?

Give Ike back his guns.

Not till he sobers up.

Wearin' that badge don't make you right.

The hell you think you are?!

Watch where you walk, you stupid bastard!

Easy, kid. I'm sorry.

I ain't easy, and I ain't your kid.

You take "sorry" and shove it up your ass.

I'll fight you now!

You're gonna bleed.

You got a fight comin'.

Comin' today.

IT'S COMIN'!

Your condition's quite advanced.

I'd say you've lost some 60% of your lung tissue.

What's the verdict?

Two years. Two days. Hard to say.

If you stop now. Your smokin'. Your drinkin'. Your gamblin'.

Your nightlife.

You need complete rest.

What I mean is...

..you must attempt to deny your...er...

marital impulse.

Get outta my sight.

How you feelin', Doc?

Mmmm, better.

That's good. I knew it wasn't nothin'.

We must talk, darlin'.

It appears...

we must redefine the nature of our association.

I'm a good woman to you, Doc.

Don't I always take care of you?

Nobody cares for you like me.

I'm a good woman.

Yes, it's true. You are a good woman.

Then, again...

..you may be the Antichrist.

Goddamn!

Six of 'em.

Man, this is like a bad dream.

Just stay calm and use your head.

Just the same, though...

..I guess maybe you better swear me in.

The Cowboys are sayin' they're gonna clean you out.

They're in the lot behind OK Corral.

Thank you, Mayor.

-<

-What you doin' outta bed, Doc?

What the hell is goin' on?

People tell me the Clantons and the McLaury's are gunnin' for us.

We goin' down there or not?

Wait'll the liquor wears off.

They start gettin' headaches they'll lose interest.

They're threatenin' our lives.

You'll never make that stick!

They're carryin' guns, Wyatt.

It's a misdemeanor. You try arrestin' them and someone'll get broke.

We'll get Cowboy trouble from here on in. All that for a misdemeanour?!

Damn right! They're breakin' the law.

It's not your problem, Doc. You don't have to mix up in this.

That is a helluva thing for you to say to me.

All right, Virg.

Your call.

You give Doc the shotgun.

They'll be less nervy if he's on a street howitzer.

Bang! Bang!

Go on, get home!

Goddamn kid!

HE WHISTLES

How the hell'd we get ourselves into this?!

Don't worry, I just disarmed them.

YOU did? Come on, boys.

Gentlemen, I won't allow any trouble.

We're here to disarm you. Throw up your hands.

Hold it! It's not what I want.

Oh, my God.

BILLY!

BILLY!

STOP!

NO!

DON'T! I GOT NO GUNS!

Don't shoot me! I got no guns!

Fight's commenced - fight or run!

SHUT THE DOOR!

Gimme a goddamn gun! Damn it, Behan!

DOC, BEHIND US!

GUN CLICKS

I got you now, you son of a bitch!

You're a daisy if you do.

Morgan, hold quiet now.

-BEHAN:

-All right!

All of you are under arrest.

I don't think I'll let you arrest us today, Behan.

Virg!

Virgil!

Well, I guess we did our good deed for today, Mayor.

FIREWORKS EXPLODING

You're right.

It's nothin' like I thought.

I almost wish that...

I know, Morg.

I know. Me too.

BELL RINGS

Gettin' warmer.

Guess spring's comin'.

Hello, Billy. I say, hello.

I don't wanna talk to you! You killed my friends!

I'm just a nothin', but if I wasn't I'd fight you!

All they ever did was laugh at him.

Sister Boy shoulda stuck around.

What d'you want, Ringo?

I want your blood.

And I want your souls.

And I want 'em both

right now.

Don't want more trouble...

WELL, YOU GOT TROUBLE!

And it starts with you.

I'm not gonna fight you, Ringo.

There's no money in it. Sober up.

Come on, boys.

< Wretched slugs!

DON'T YA HAVE THE GUTS TO PAY FOR BLOOD?!

I'm your huckleberry.

That's just my game.

All right, lunger.

You go to hell.

I'll put you outta your misery.

Say when.

Johnny, don't!

Don't mind him.

He's just drunk, that's all.

No!

I want them

spittin' blood!

Easy, son. Easy. Now ain't the time.

Slow down, Ringo!

Even I'm worried what'll happen once Ringo runs this outfit. Mercy!

Gentlemen.

Barber?

Yes, sir?

Proceed, sir.

Listen to me. I need to speak with you.

Not now. I'm busy.

I see what's going on between you and Wyatt.

I'm not a fool.

You listen to me.

Lots of hard cases and tough nuts come and go around this town.

But none of them has a clue about the real play. None!

After tonight, one man'll control Tombstone.

You'll be happy to know him. Bet on it.

THUNDERCLAPS

It's gonna be one of those nights.

It's gettin' late, boys. I'm gonna go to bed.

'Night, Virg.

Goodnight, Morg.

Bundle up, Virg. It's gettin' cold out there.

LOUD THUNDERCLAPS

Tower of Babel.

Death, and the Devil. Oh, dear.

Oh, Allie...! I wish you'd learn to play a real card game.

More tea, Mattie?

Mmm? N... no.

You all right, Mattie?

You expectin' someone?

Only Virg.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Ladies. I know it's awful to come here. But, listen...

I think something's gonna happen tonight.

FOOTSTEPS OUTSIDE

It's Virg.

NO! GET DOWN!

That thunder's sure gettin' close.

Hey, Virg. What'd ya forget?

Wyatt...

DOG BARKS

Hurry with that water, please!

Come on, Lou.

Wyatt! Wyatt!

They hit Clum's house, too. Shot up his wife. His WIFE!

They're bugs, Wyatt.

There ain't no live and let live with bugs!

Listen, we gotta get outta here.

Get outta here?

God, Wyatt, lie down and crawl? What kinda talk is that?

Do you see what's happening?

What?! What d'you mean?!

No, please, no!

I'm afraid he's gonna lose the use of his arm.

Oh, God, no!

Don't worry, Allie girl.

I still got one good arm to hold ya with.

Goddamn son of A BITCH!

Morgan, wait a minute! Virg...

You had to be so damn smart!

I'm sorry, Allie. I told you, Virg!

Not now, Wyatt.

All right, what do you want me to do?

Leave me alone, for God's sakes!

Virg...

He doesn't wanna talk, Wyatt!

I heard about what they did to your women. That was wrong.

I'm here to say it wasn't me. I had no part of it.

No?

Brothers to the bone.

Right, McMasters?

Nope. Not any more. Not after this night.

He's right, Wyatt. If you want us for anything, we're with ya.

MUFFLED GROANS

DOG BARKING

Hold him.

SHE SCREAMS

Get her outta here! Jesus!

Somebody shut that dog up!

DOG BARKING

Hold him, goddamn it!

Get that goddamn dog outta here!

The bullet's too deep. I can't get it out.

Easy, Morg.

Is that better?

Yeah...

You were right, Wyatt.

They got me good.

Don't let 'em get you, brother.

You're the one.

Easy, Morg.

Don't worry about that now.

Remember what I said about seein' a light when you're dyin'?

Yeah. Yeah.

It ain't true. I can't see a damn thing.

Morg...?

Morg?

Morg?!

HE SOBS

-NO-O!

-SCREAMS >

Why? Why him?

No, get away from me!

WYATT!

Can't you see?! Get away from me!

THUNDERCLAPS

MORGAN...!

And so she walked out of our lives for ever.

Gee-up.

I want you to know it's over.

Well...

bye.

You smell that, Bill?

Smells like someone died.

Jesus, Johnny...!

Get up!

Ike...

Take Stillwell.

Finish it.

That's Virgil with the women.

He's mine!

Hey, Mattie! Where's Wyatt?

Right behind you, Stillwell.

DON'T!

All right, Clanton...

you called down the thunder, well, now you got it.

You see that?

It's says US Marshall!

Wyatt, please don't kill me...!

Take a good look at him, Ike.

Cos that's how you're gonna end up.

The Cowboys are finished!

I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin' it!

So, run, you cur!

RUN!

Tell all the other curs the law is comin'!

You tell 'em I'm comin', and Hell's comin' with me!

HELL'S COMIN' WITH ME!

Nobody move!

Nonsense.

By all means...move.

Hey, Wyatt!

How the hell are ya?!

Got some boys behind ya.

A little crossfire. You like that?!

Think of something fast!

Wyatt? Wyatt?

No...

Wyatt!

No!

Wyatt...?!

Look at that...!

Yeah... Come and get some, boy...!

.

Why? Why him?

No, get away from me!

WYATT!

Can't you see?! Get away from me!

THUNDERCLAPS

MORGAN...!

And so she walked out of our lives for ever.

Gee-up.

I want you to know it's over.

Well...

bye.

You smell that, Bill?

Smells like someone died.

Jesus, Johnny...!

Get up!

Ike...

Take Stillwell.

Finish it.

That's Virgil with the women.

He's mine!

Hey, Mattie! Where's Wyatt?

Right behind you, Stillwell.

DON'T!

All right, Clanton...

you called down the thunder, well, now you got it.

You see that?

It's says US Marshall!

Wyatt, please don't kill me...!

Take a good look at him, Ike.

Cos that's how you're gonna end up.

The Cowboys are finished!

I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin' it!

So, run, you cur!

RUN!

Tell all the other curs the law is comin'!

You tell 'em I'm comin', and Hell's comin' with me!

HELL'S COMIN' WITH ME!

Nobody move!

Nonsense.

By all means...move.

Hey, Wyatt!

How the hell are ya?!

Got some boys behind ya.

A little crossfire. You like that?!

Think of something fast!

Wyatt? Wyatt?

No...

Wyatt!

No!

Wyatt...?!

Look at that...!

Yeah... Come and get some, boy...!

GUNSHOTS

No! Let me!

CLICK

No...!

Son of a bitch!

NO!

No! No!

You ever see anything like that?

Hell, I ain't even HEARD of anything like that.

Where is he?

-COUGHING

-Down by the creek.

Walkin' on water.

Hope he's got a spare miracle.

Cos if I know Ringo, he'll be headed straight for us.

If they were my brothers, I'd want revenge, too.

No. Make no mistake.

It's not revenge he's after.

It's a reckoning.

RACKING COUGH

Doc, you outta be in bed. What you doin' this for anyway?

Wyatt Earp is my friend.

Hell, I got lots of friends.

I don't.

Whoah! Whoah!

My God.

Are you all right?

What do you care?

Your friends did it.

Must've been Claiborne and Fuller.

Left here last night.

Oh, no...

They tried to take my watch.

He cursed them for cowards and they shot him.

I don't...understand any of this.

I just know it's ugly.

You're all ugly.

And he was beautiful.

He brought beauty into your ugly world and you shot him.

Not that you care.

Billy? Where you goin'?!

I'm not goin' with ya.

Billy! Get back here!

Sorry, sir. But we gotta have SOME law.

BILLY!

Let him go. Who cares! Go on, get the hell outta here!

Party's over, boys! Let's go!

Whoah...

Ringo and Behan are out front.

There is about...30 of 'em.

They're all wearin' badges.

Christ...!

We gotta find a place to hole up.

Doc?

I got him!

Is this Henry Hooker's ranch?

Yeah. And I'm Hooker.

We got a sick man. >

And our horses are done in.

Put him up at my place.

As long as it's just tonight.

We're in debt to ya.

I know y'all gotta keep movin'...

..but he looks pretty bad to me.

They got held up and their boss actor got killed.

They came to water their horses, then they'll push on.

I'm sorry about your friend.

-And I'm sorry that I...

-I forgave you the moment you said it.

You did?

Well...

thank you.

All set?

I have to go.

Wait.

What the hell's that?

They got McMasters!

Ringo wanted your attention!

A straight-up fight - just you an' him!

Settle this once an' for all!

Oak grove. Mouth of Silver Springs Canyon - 7 o'clock.

YOU TELL HIM I'LL BE THERE!

Are you crazy?

I'LL BE THERE!

It's not finished!

After I'm done with Wyatt Earp...

take your Cowboys and finish off Creek Johnson and Texas Jack.

You burn 'em, Ike.

Burn 'em all.

Hell, Johnny, he ain't even gonna show.

He'll show.

I spent my whole life not knowin' what I wanted outta life.

Just chasin' my tail.

Now, I know exactly what I want.

And who.

And that's the damnable misery of it.

What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? Makes him do the things he does?

A man like Ringo...

..got a great empty hole

right through the middle of him.

He can never kill enough, or

steal enough...

or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.

What does he need?