Stop talking and start shooting.
- They're upstairs. - It's that goddamn Holliday and his whore.
Where is it? Where'd you put it?
Never again, you bastard.
You've raised your hand to me for the last time!
It's Wyatt! I'm coming in!
Don't shoot me!
Where'd you hide it?
Come on, little dove.
Let's finally get it over with.
Don't think I won't, you skinny heap of pus.
I won't have you hit me ever again.
Put that gun down, Kate.
I don't want you shooting me by mistake.
Year after year, sleeping in his bed...
breathing the diseased air he coughs up all night!
No one else would come near him. This is what I get!
This is his idea of a fair hand!
- You won't be shooting him tonight, Kate. - Let her do it.
They can hang the bitch. We'll both be happy.
- What's wrong with you? - What's wrong with me?
What have you got?
I am dying of tuberculosis.
Everyone who knows me hates me.
I sleep with the nastiest whore in Kansas...
and every morning I wake up surprised.
Surprised I have to spend another day in this piss hole world.
Not everybody that knows you hates you.
What were you fighting about this time?
I don't recall.
But like most times, when Kate and I disagree...
we set to killing each other.
All of you can kiss my rebel dick.
I know sometimes it isn't easy being my friend...
but I'll be there when you need me.
They say it was the biggest funeral in Dodge's history.
Of course, the town ain't that old.
People liked Ed.
We've covered some ground, haven't we?
What is it, Wyatt?
I've had it with being a lawman, Bat.
I've had enough of being famous.
I'm sick of Dodge.
What are you two doing?
Can't you wait to get in here?
We're saying goodbye.
I'm leaving Dodge, Doc.
Hallelujah. I'll drink to that.
I'm gonna settle down.
Start some kind of business where nobody wants to shoot me anymore.
My brothers and I are going.
- You're both welcome to come along. - Where's that?
Tombstone, Arizona.
It does sound quiet, I'll give you that.
The man we've been waiting for.
- Come on in. - Here you go.
- Set it right down on that bench, son. - Okay.
Our savior has arrived.
Yeah. Here you go.
- Thank you, Mr. Earp. - You're welcome.
Morg, honey. Food's ready.
- Come on, sweetie. - I'll be right there, little darling.
I'm gonna be sick.
Wyatt, the food's on the table.
Good, Mattie. That way we'll know where to find it when we're finished.
In mining claims, we've got the Mountain Maid Mine...
the Mattie Blaylock, and the Grasshopper.
Morg, why haven't you named a mine after me?
They will, Lou, honey. They're gonna call the next one the "Idiot. "
Damn it. Bessie, you know...
Bessie, shut up and have yourself a drink.
Go ahead, Wyatt.
All right, we're about fifty-fifty between the mines that are producing...
- and the mines that are... - Worthless.
That are not producing.
In other words, we ain't seen a dime's profit from the lot of them.
Not in other words, James. Those are the words.
Incomes: We got our salaries...
plus James' Sampling Room...
and a half interest in the Oriental Faro Bank...
and a quarter interest in one at the Crystal Palace.
From the sound if it, you'd think we'd have some money by now.
I'm afraid we're about as rich as lawmen are ever gonna be.
When you get through with all the talk, that's what we are.
That's good enough for me, sweetheart. I married you for your looks.
Guess you lost out all around.
We have close to $14,000 cash between us.
Why don't we just split it up, and everybody do what they like?
What we've got to decide is how to invest it.
Don't you ignore me, Wyatt.
If somebody voted you king of this family, I didn't hear about it.
You dragged us all down here with a lot of talk about owning businesses...
and getting rich. Now here you are a year later...
a bunch of lawmen and bartenders, just like before.
Bessie, some things haven't worked out like we'd like. That's nobody's fault.
We didn't all come out here to split up stakes.
We're trying to build something.
Why does it always have to be the brothers together?
Why can't it just be you and me, James?
They're all afraid to say anything, but they're thinking the same thing.
We are your wives.
Don't we ever count more than the damn brothers?
No, Bessie, you don't.
Wives come and go, that's the plain truth of it. They run off.
They die.
You're a cold man, Wyatt Earp.
God forgive you, you are cold.
Morgan?
I'm sorry if I hurt you today.
That was not my intention.
Let's have children, Wyatt.
You're always talking about family.
Let's have children.
A family of our own. Our children, yours and mine.
Before I'm too old for it.
Before I dry up inside.
I can feel it, Wyatt.
A part of me is starting to die.
It's not too late.
Children aren't a part of the bargain, Mattie.
They never were.
...that you, Frank Stillwell, and you, Pete Spence...
did on the evening of September 8,1881...
rob the Sandy Bob stagecoach on the road from Tombstone to Bisbee.
- How do you plead? - Not guilty.
- That's not all I got to say. - You'll get your chance.
- Spence? - I didn't do nothing, Judge.
It's all a setup job by those damn Earps and Marshal White.
Look at me, Judge. This is the way they treat you...
when you come nice and easy-like to defend your good name.
- Nice and easy, my ass. - Quiet, everyone.
Now, there's enough evidence and eyewitnesses...
to warrant an indictment.
I'll set your bail at $7,000 each.
- Have you the means? - They got it!
We'll stand that money, Judge.
Get them away from these bastards before they find themselves lynched.
There ain't an honest cowboy who can get a fair shake in this town.
First, why don't you show me an honest cowboy?
That's enough.
The next man that speaks out will be fined $25 contempt of court.
Your Honor, $25 wouldn't pay for half the contempt I got for this court.
Bailiff, collect $50 from Curly Bill Brocius.
It didn't take them long to get back on the road.
The Clantons and the McLaurys paid their bail. It's the law.
Same for them as it is for you or me.
Then I guess it don't work too well, John.
Ike, what happened?
You're a little late, Johnny.
What is wrong with you, Fred?
Why didn't you send word when you caught up with them in Bisbee?
- Didn't know where you were, Behan. - I'm the county sheriff.
Those men were caught in my jurisdiction. I should've been at that hearing.
They had enough friends there as it was.
We've been all over hell looking for those two.
Maybe you weren't looking hard enough, Johnny.
All over hell?
Sounds like your jurisdiction all right.
The outlaw's best friend would like a word with you.
Hold your bets, gentlemen, for the new dealer.
All right. Place your bets.
- Just tonight, Wyatt. To peace. - No exceptions.
- That about sums you up, doesn't it? - What's on your mind?
You're headed for war with Ike Clanton and the men he rides with.
And it's all over nothing.
You and Ike want the same things. You want the same things we all want.
- Really? - That's right. To prosper.
To have some security for our family.
You did not come to Tombstone to be a lawman again, Wyatt.
You are an entrepreneur.
You're full of ideas for making the Earps rich.
Nothing good can come from you interfering...
with the business of the Clantons and the McLaurys.
Only blood.
But with a little cooperation, a little live and let live...
everyone can make out.
- How's that? - Lots of money, Wyatt...
to be shared with everyone who helped.
I know you.
That's what you've always been after.
I think you've forgotten something. The Clantons and their friends are rustlers.
What do you care if they're running Mexican cattle from the border?
They don't tell you how to run your games.
You didn't let me finish. They're murderers and thieves.
They rob the stagecoaches my brothers and I are paid to protect.
One of those bastards shot Bud Philpot, who never did a thing to anybody.
Your best friend Doc Holliday is one of the worst killers in this territory.
Some people say he was in on that robbery that got Bud killed.
- Hell, even Big Nose Kate said it. - That was your work, Johnny.
You got her drunk and mad to say that.
I'm sick of hearing your lies!
Go back to your friends. Tell them if they wanna fight with the Earps...
they know where to find us!
- Good morning, Maria. - Buenos dias, Senor Wyatt.
Gracias.
- Morning, George. - Morning, Virgil.
- How are you, George? - Look at Behan.
He'd lick himself all over if he could, he's so whipped up.
What's with him?
His woman's coming back from San Francisco on the Prescott stage.
A Jewish girl.
I never knew him to have one woman.
Guess you haven't seen her yet, Wyatt.
He's been busy while she was gone...
but I reckon he'll stay home tonight.
- Evening, miss. - Good evening.
Are you taking a walk?
I am. Is that a problem?
Could be in this town.
A young woman walking alone in the evening...
people could get the wrong impression.
What impression would that be?
I know the red light district is the other end of town.
I didn't mean to imply that.
It's just that you should have an escort.
I can either be a shut-in or walk alone on the streets of Tombstone.
I appreciate your concern.
I saw you once before.
Before you came to Tombstone, in Dodge City.
You were in a show.
I know. I saw you, too.
I saw you, and then you killed a man.
So I said:
"What are you afraid of, darling?
"You're not some Red Injun that thinks the camera's gonna steal your soul. "
And she said, “No, Johnny.
"I'm afraid that someone besides you might see it. "
But I assured her that would never happen.
- Bob, you seen James around? - Not lately, I haven't.
Wyatt, you gotta take a look at this.
Danny, I'm sure Marshal Earp is too upstanding...
righteous, and married...
to be interested in a naked picture of a young Jewish woman.
- You're a damn fool, Behan. - Maybe...
but I'm the fool that climbs into bed with that every night.
What's she doing with you, Johnny?
Just about anything I can think of.
How much detail do you want?
It ain't right.
Shooting a man when he don't know it's coming.
I'll give him one in the face just for you.
You ain't doing any shooting tonight, Spence. It's Curly Bill's job.
Where's the commotion, Frank?
Don't worry about that. Have you got a spot?
- Yeah, I got one. - We're close.
I don't know if I like that one or not. It's not quite my style.
- I like that hat. - The black one?
All right, boys, let 'er rip.
Wait for me at home.
Clanton, move!
All right, boys. That's enough. Put down the guns.
Drop them.
That'll be enough fun for now, Bill. Hand it over.
Damn, you can't have a little fun in this town.
Whether it was just some drunken fun that got out of control...
a mistake, as you say.
You were just trying to hand over your firearm...
when it accidentally discharged.
Or whether it was a heinous crime against this community...
carefully planned and maliciously premeditated...
we'll have to wait for a jury of your peers to decide.
But what we know already is this:
You have robbed the people of Tombstone of a precious resource.
Fred White was a brave lawman, a loving father and husband...
a loyal friend, and a good man...
which you, William Brocius, are not.
Your bail is set at $15,000. Virgil, you're the acting marshal now.
Take him out of my sight.
- Behan's not here. - I'm not looking for Johnny.
He's horse shit.
We found something to agree on.
Maybe you've heard about the private photograph...
my former fiancé was showing around?
Or maybe you've seen it.
It seems every man in town has.
You shouldn't be in here.
I've been in worse places than this.
You mean you want me to go somewhere with you?
I heard a story about you.
About you and a prisoner named Tommy O'Rourke.
Tommy Behind-the-Deuce, they called him.
Is it true what they say? How you saved him?
People make up a lot of things.
Sometimes even I don't know what really happened.
I know this, though:
The stories are always better.
Is Mattie Earp your wife?
We've been together a while.
She uses my name.
I owe her that at the least.
I'm not gonna marry Johnny Behan.
I never thought you would.
- What would you know about it, Mr. Earp? - Wyatt.
You don't know anything about me.
I knew a lot about you the minute you got off that stagecoach.
Like what?
That you're a brave young woman.
That you came out to a place like this on your own...
to a man you knew wasn't right for you...
because you liked the adventure of it all.
I've never been afraid of much.
You're afraid to say my name.
Why would I be afraid of that?
Because you know once you do, that'll be it.
You've got a lot of confidence, Mr. Earp.
I believe you're trying to seduce me.
What do people call you?
Josie.
What makes you different from all the men who've tried what you're trying?
- I guess you know, Josie. - No, I don't.
Then say it.
All right. I don't know what you're talking about...
Wyatt.
Come on, Brocius, let's go.
Come on.
Get on your horse, Bill, before they shoot you down in cold blood.
You had your last chance and you let it go. There ain't gonna be no more talking.
You talk too much for a fighting man, Ike.
I've seen your kind my whole life.
There's never been but one way to deal with any of you.
Your day's coming. Get ready.
Why not make it today?
I cannot speak for everyone, but personally...
I am getting sick to my stomach of all your empty yellow talk.
If you want to make a fight with these boys...
why not get it over with right now?
You're first on my list, Holliday.
You can spend the rest of your time waiting to see me.
McLaury, seeing you would be a nice change.
I understand most of your enemies got it in the back.
We ain't through.
I think we ought to just kill them all.
You know, Morg...
Wyatt's my friend, but I believe I'm beginning to love you.
Tell me about Missouri.
I loved a girl.
I loved her more than I'll ever love anyone else as long as I live.
I married her and we were going to have a child, but she died.
And our child with her.
I wanted to die, too.
I burned everything we owned.
The pictures...
the baby clothes she'd made...
ribbons from her hair.
I tried to burn out everything I'd felt back there.
I'm not asking for any more than you can give me.
I just want to be close to you.
I want to be lying here next to you when we're 80.
I never thought about living that long.
But if I do, you can bet all I'll be doing is lying here.
Then we better not waste any time.
I think you better come with me.
Doc Goodfellow says she's gonna be okay.
She took a dose of laudanum with her whiskey.
Looks like she was trying to kill herself.
Lucky we found her in time. Lucky somebody came around.
Where would she get this?
Probably over in Chinatown. It's not hard to find in Tombstone.
Go back to your Jew whore.
If I was married to him, I'd drink a gallon of the stuff.
Allie, shut up.
It's all right, dear.
- Give me a bottle and a glass, Clem. - What?
Don't make me ask you twice.
Gentlemen, this game is losing its allure.
I'm out.
Don't mind if I do.
If you're gonna break the fast, the least you can do is invite a friend.
- I'm not in the mood for talking. - You know how it is with me.
You don't have to do much talking when I'm around.
You ever wonder why we've been a part of so many unfortunate incidents...
yet we're still walking around?
I have figured it out.
It's nothing much. Just luck.
And you know why it's nothing much?
Because it doesn't matter much whether we're here today or not.
I wake up every morning looking in the face of death. And you know what?
He ain't half bad.
I think the secret old Mr. Death is holding...
is that it's better for some of us over on the other side.
I know it can't be any worse for me.
Maybe that's the place for your Mattie.
For some people, this world ain't ever gonna be right.
Is that supposed to let me off the hook?
There is no hook, my friend.
There's only what we do.
Well, it won't be for long.
After tomorrow, this town's gonna smell a whole lot better.
- Why don't you slow down on that? - Don't tell me to slow down.
I've waited long enough as it is.
Those Earps and their skinny diseased friend...
are gonna find out what a real fight is all about.
I'm moving on.
If you're smart, you'll go back to the hotel and get some sleep.
You're gonna need some help if you're gonna take on the Earps.
I got friends. They're coming tomorrow. You'll see.
Then this town is gonna thank us for what we done.
If you're gonna talk like that, you'd best take it somewheres else.
Good evening.
How you fellows doing?
- Not bad. - Good to see you.
Shut up! I'm tired of hearing your noise.
I hear you're gonna kill me.
Get out your gun and commence.
I ain't heeled.
You scum-sucking bastard, if you ain't heeled, go and arm yourself.
I shall meet you in the street.
Who will give this yellow-bellied prick a gun?
Doc, that's enough.
I ain't gonna fight you tonight. But your fight's coming soon enough.
My mama always told me never put off till tomorrow people you can kill today.
- He ain't armed and he's drunk! - There ain't no law against killing drunks.
If you intend to open your lying mouth about me or my friends again...
then go heeled and ready to fight!
What are you doing here?
Ike Clanton's been going around all morning...
saying they're gonna shoot the first Earp who shows his face.
Just Ike?
Come away with me now. We'll leave the trouble behind and go.
- Leave? I'm not gonna leave. - Please, Wyatt.
I don't want to see you shot down in some street fight I don't even understand.
This is where we live.
My brothers and me, we've staked it all on this place.
It's nothing. It's a mining camp, dirty and small-minded.
It's our home...
and I'm not leaving.
Not for the Clantons or the McLaurys, or anybody.
Not even you.
Then give me a gun.
I'll kill anyone who tries to hurt you.
Go home.
Thinking about you could get me killed.
I love you, Wyatt.
If you leave me, I'll kill myself.
And I'll do it this time. I swear.
I swear before God Almighty I will kill myself.
It'll be on your head.
Do you hear me?
If you don't break off with that whore, you will come back and find me dead.
Talk to me, you cold-hearted son of a bitch.
There are men out there I may have to kill.
I don't have time for this today.
Marshal, they're out there, sir.
You heard?
You know how many?
Wonder if Curly Bill and them boys come in.
What did you hear?
Ike's been up all night drinking, trying to screw up the courage to kill us.
Billy Clanton, Frank McLaury, and Billy Claiborne came in this morning.
- Curly Bill? Indian Charlie? - I don't know, Morg.
Could be anybody's here.
- Where's Holliday? - He hasn't been around.
All right, let him sleep.
How do you want to handle this, Wyatt?
I'm gonna have some coffee.
- Why don't you give me one of the cigars? - Sure.
Is there gonna be a fight?
I think there must be.
Do you want some help?
Thanks, Clem.
They just moved out of the O.K. Corral down by Fly's.
Looks like Ike and Billy Clanton...
the McLaurys, Billy Claiborne. Maybe more.
Let's go.
Where the hell are you going?
We're going down the street.
I think I'll join you.
We intend to disarm them and take them in. You understand?
I understand, but do you think they will?
Put that under your coat.
No use provoking them till we get a chance to talk.
Hell, I've heard enough talk already.
Now hold on here.
Don't go down there. There'll be trouble.
Just gonna take away their guns.
No. There's no need for that. I disarmed them.
Then there won't be any trouble, Johnny.
- Let them have it. - All right.
You sons of bitches have been looking for a fight. Now you can have it.
Throw up your hands.
I want your guns.
No! Frank, don't shoot!
I didn't want this! No, I ain't armed! I and Billy!
Billy, no!