##[Singing]
##[Singing Continues]
Yee-ha! [Yipping]
Yee-ha! Ya-hoo!
Yee, yippa-hoo! Yeah-ha!
##[Singing Continues]
[Man] Hi-yah, hi-yah!
[Man] ¡Yviva! Hi-yah!
Hi-yah, hi-yah, hi-yah! Come on, Sophie!
[Yelling, Indistinct]
Hey! Ha ha ha ha ha, whoa!
Hey! Ho hi hi hi!
Whoa!
- Texas? - [Men Whooping]
- Chihuahua steers - [Cattle Bleating]
- Howdy - Howdy
My name's Clanton This is my boy Ike My oldest boy
Any sweet water up beyond?
Yeah, two, three miles, straight up the trail
Cattle look pretty scrawny
Yeah
Me and my brothers were trailin' 'em on to California
If you ain't got 'em committed to no shipper, I'll take 'em off your hands
Not interested
Make you a good offer Pay you in silver, three dollars a head
Nope
Might raise it to five dollars silver
Made more than that in Mexico
They'll be a sorry-lookin' lot by the time they get to California, son
They'll feed out when we get to grass country
Sure is rough-lookin' country.
Ain't no cow country Mighty different where I come from
- What do they call this place? - Just over the rise there
big town called Tombstone
- A fine town - Tombstone?
Yeah, I heard of it
Well, me and my brothers might ride in there tonight
Get ourselves a shave, maybe Glass of beer
Yeah, you would enjoy yourself
Wide awake, wide open town... Tombstone Get anything you want there
Thank you
[Whip Cracks]
James, this is mighty fine chow
One of these days you're gonna be as good a cook as Ma
Well, I'm learnin', tryin'
That's what I keep tellin' him Corie Sue ain't marryin' him 'cause he's so pretty
'Cause he's such an awful good cook
There goes that chingadera again
That sure is a mighty pretty piece of brass
Brass? That's solid silver
Twenty-five American dollars worth of solid silver Ain't it, brother Wyatt?
Yeah, it sure is, James Don't let him fool ya
It's gonna look mighty pretty with them yellow curls of Corie Sue's
Ain't that the truth now
Let's mount up If we're going to town, let's get goin'
$25 gold
By garnies, you sure got a bargain
[Man] Whoa, girl. Whoa!
- So long, James. - So long, James.
So long, Wyatt Morgan
So long, Virgil
##[Up-tempo]
[People Yelling, Whooping]
[Morgan] There it is... Tombstone
[Wyatt] Let's go
- ##[Honky-tonk] - [Chattering]
- ## [Honky-tonk] - [Chattering]
Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome to the Bon Ton Tonsorial Parlor.
- Barbershop? - Well, if you wanna call it that
What can I do for you?
- Shave - Haircut?
- Shave - We give baths too
Shave
I don't know how to work it so good Only had it a week
Come all the way from Chicago
- Say, you fellas miners? - No
Prospectors, huh?
We're cattlemen. Just passing through here.
Shave, please
- [Gunshot] - [Women Screaming]
Hey!
- Hey, barber! - [Gunshot]
What kind of a town is this?
- Barber! - [Gunshots]
- [Gunshots Continue] - [People Yelling, Screaming]
- [Gunshot] - [Women Screaming]
Well, Luke, you know your duty
You and your marshals go on in there and get him out
That's Indian Charlie in there, drunk
and I ain't commitin' suicide on myself
- Me neither - No, sir I ain't a-goin' in there
What kind of town is this anyway? Excuse me, ma'am
A man can't get a shave without getting his head blowed off
You're the marshal? Go get that drunk Indian outta there
Why don't you go in and get him out yourself?
- They ain't payin' me for it - And they ain't payin' me enough either
- [Indian Charlie] Ay! - [Gunshots]
[People Yelling, Screaming]
[Glass Breaking]
Young man, you be careful!
Yee-ha!
- [Women Scream] - It's all right, ladies
I don't blame ol' Luke I wouldn't go in there either [Laughs]
[Punches Land, Clattering]
What kind of a town is this anyway? Selling liquor to Indians
[Groans]
Put a knot on his head bigger than a turkey's egg
Indian, get outta town and stay out!
How would you like to stay on here? As marshal, I mean
Nope Barber!
- 200 a month goes with this badge - Not interested
I'm just passin' through, tryin' to get me a relaxin' little shave
- We'll make it 250 - Not interested
Hey, Mr Bon Ton!
- Shave, please - Well, we sure wanna thank you, Mr...
- Earp Wyatt Earp - What?
You're not, by any chance, the marshal from Dodge City?
Ex-marshal
The cattle's gone!
James?
James!
[Knocking]
- Mayor, is that marshalin' job still open? - It sure is
- I'll take it - It's yours
Providing my brothers are my deputies
- When do you wanna start? - Now
Who runs the gamblin' around here?
Doc Holliday, mostly
- Who runs the cattle? - The Clantons
Old man Clanton and his four sons
Good evening, Mr Clanton
Good evening
I'm the fella with the trail herd, remember?
Oh, sure, I remember you
You was right I didn't get very far with them
They was rustled this evening
That so?
Well, that's too bad
Guess you'll be heading for California, huh?
No, I figured on stickin' around a while
Got myself a job
- Cow punchin'? - Marshalin'
Marshalin'? In Tombstone?
[Laughs]
Well, good luck to you, Mr...
Earp. Wyatt Earp.
Eighteen years
Didn't get much of a chance, did you, James?
[Clattering]
I wrote to Pa and Corie Sue
They're gonna be all busted up over it
Corie Sue's young, but Pa
guess he'll never get over it
I'll be coming out to see you regular, James
So will Morg and Virg
We're gonna be around here for a while
Can't tell, maybe when we leave this country
young kids like you will be able to grow up and live safe
[Man] Hyah! Hyah!
Well, what'd you find out?
I followed their trail from Clanton country to the river
They're moving cattle all right
Well, get yourself some sleep There's coffee on the stove and some beans
Morg's riding shotgun to Tucson
Say, maybe I'd better ask around the banks while I'm down there, huh?
No, they're too smart for that
##[Piano, Fiddle]
[Woman] Chihuahua, sing us the one about the old blind mule.
[Laughs]
## [Slower Tempo]
## [Singing]
## [Singing Continues]
## [Humming]
## [Singing Continues]
[Cheering, Chattering]
Hey, Mac, I... I hear Doc's coming back tonight
Maybe he is and maybe he ain't I ain't heard
Well, uh, do you know where he's been?
Tucson. Over the border. Who knows where Doc goes?
I love poker
Yes, sir, I really love poker
Every hand a different problem
I gotta do a little figurin' here
What would I do if I was in your boots, Mr Gambler?
You drew three cards and I stood pat, and yet you raised me.
Now the question is: What should I do?
Yeah, mighty interesting game... poker
Game of chance
Listen, miss, I admire poker, but you're increasing the odds
I catch you doing that again, I'll run you back to the Apache reservation
- Listen, Mr Tin-star Marshal - where you belong
this is Doc Holliday's town, and when he comes back...
[Screaming]
Oh!
Sorry, gents, but I don't like eight-handed poker games
Oh, Mr Marshal, you don't think that I...
No, no Well, where were we?
He just raised you, Marshal
Oh, yeah Well, seeing as you know I got three of a kind
I guess I'll...
Hiya, Doc
[Mac] Have a good trip?
[Man] Doc Holliday.
Nice-lookin' fella
[Mac] Doc, don't let us have any trouble, huh?
I told you to get outta town and stay out
Oh, Doc, I'll cut you in on the game
I told you to get outta town
Check me in, will you?
That door's for ladies and gentlemen
Go on with your game, gentlemen
Well, you can cash me in It's getting late I'll see you all later
It sure is a hard town for a fella
to have a quiet game of poker in
- Howdy - Good evening
- I'm... - Wyatt Earp I know I know all about you
and your reason for being here, but...
Heard a lot about you too, Doc
You left your mark around in Deadwood, Denver and places
In fact, a man could almost follow your trail
goin' from graveyard to graveyard
There's one here too
The biggest graveyard west of the Rockies
Marshals and I usually get along much better when, uh
we understand that right away
Get your meaning, Doc
Good Have a drink?
Thanks, believe I will
Mac, a glass of champagne for the marshal
Make it whiskey
You're my guest, Marshal
Champagne
Champagne it is, Mac
[Snapping Fingers]
- [Champagne Cork Pops] - ## [Piano]
Plan on staying here long?
A while
Till you catch the rustlers that killed your brother?
It's the general idea
What's the specific idea?
I don't follow you quite
You haven't taken into your head to deliver us from all evil
I hadn't thought of it quite like that, but ain't a bad idea
It's what I'm gettin' paid for
Let's get down to cases, Marshal
I, for instance
How would you handle me if I took a notion to break the law?
You already have
For example
Runnin' that tinhorn outta town
that's none of your business
I see we're in opposite camps, Marshal
- Draw - [Cocks Gun]
##[Stops]
Can't
We can take care of that easily enough
Mac
My brother Morg's gun
[Uncocks Gun]
The big one, that's Morg
The other one, that good-lookin' fella, that's my brother Virg
This is Doc Holliday, fellas
- Hiya, Doc - Howdy
Howdy
Have a drink
- [Chattering] - ##[Resumes]
Don't mind if I do, Doc
- Join us, Mac - Yes, sir Thanks
Gentlemen
- Your health - Your health, Doc
[Coughing]
- ##[Stops] - [Cheering]
Thank you
Come, come, my good man Let me have service, or I'll take my patronage elsewhere
##[Piano, Fiddle]
Your foot, sir
Champagne
That's the actor in tonight's show
Shakespeare in Tombstone
[Mac] Coming right up, Mr. Shakespeare.
It's been a long time since I've heard Shakespeare
How would you like to join me tonight, Marshal?
Yeah, fine
Better see he gets to the theater, or there won't be any show
Mac, cash in for me, will you?
Yes, sir
Dad, take Mr Thorndyke over to the Bird Cage
Bird cage? You're incarcerating me in a bird cage, sir?
- That's the name of the theater - The theater?
The show Good heavens!
The show must go on
Lead on
Drinks on the house!
[Cheering]
##[Band]
¡Tortillas! ¡Enchiladas! ¡Con cerveza! ¡Tortillas!
¡Enchiladas! ¡Con cerveza!
May I present my friend Wyatt Earp
- Him? A friend? - "He," not him
Well, he or him, he ain't no friend of mine
What she's trying to say, Doc, is, uh, we've met before
Sort of found ourselves together in a eight-handed poker game
## [Fanfare]
[Clears Throat] Ladies
[Women Cheering]
- And gentlemen - [Men Cheering]
Owing to circumstances that I had nothing to do with
the show, The Convict's Oath, will not appear tonight
[Crowd Jeering]
But, as if I didn't already have enough trouble
that eminent actor, that sterling tragedian
Mr Granville...
[Crowd] Thorndyke!
Has completely disappeared
[Yelling, Jeering]
Wait a minute What are you acting so mad about?
Why, this is the fourth time this year this has happened, Marshal
Bird imitators Bird imitators, that's all we get
- Gentlemen, I can explain - What are you fixin' to do about it?
Marshal, be reasonable All we want to do is to ride him around town
- a couple of times on the rail - [Crowd Agreeing]
Well, that sounds reasonable enough to me
Oh, no, not that Oh, no!
Wait a minute, boys! Wait a minute
I got a better idea Just give me 15 minutes
and I think I can find this Mr...
- [Crowd] Thorndyke! - I'll bring him back here
Now sit down Take your seats again Have another beer
[Crowd Chattering]
Look, Yorick Can't you give us nothing but them poems?
I have a very large repertoire, sir
Great All right, Yorick Go ahead Shoot
[All Laughing]
Minstrel, pray help me
## [Piano]
Wait I wanna hear this
Thank you
To be, or not to be:
That is the question
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind
to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
or to take arms against a sea of troubles
and by opposing end them?
To die, to sleep, no more.
And by a sleep, to say we end the heartaches...
and the thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to
'tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd
To die, to sleep
To sleep, perchance to dream.
Ay, there's the rub
for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come
when we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
That's enough! That's enough!
[Shot Glass Shatters]
You don't know nothin' but them poems
You can't sing Maybe you can dance
[Doc] Leave him alone.
Please go on, Mr Thorndyke
- Thank you, gentleman - ##[Piano Continues]
Must give us pause
There's the respect
that makes calamity of so long life
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time
the law's delay, the insolence of office
and the spurns that patient merit of the unworthy take
when he himself might his quietus make
with a bare bodkin?
Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat
under a weary life...
life
Please, help me, sir
But that the dread of something after death
Would you carry on?
I'm afraid it's been so long
The undiscover'd country
from whose bourn no traveler returns
puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have...
than fly to others that we know not of
Thus, conscience does make cowards of us all
[Coughs]
[Gagging]
They're waiting for you at the theater, Mr Thorndyke
Thank you, sir
Shakespeare was not meant for taverns
nor for tavern louts
Yorick stays here!
[Woman] ¿Qué pasa? ¿Qué pasa? ¡Parece que hay bandidos!
My apologies, Marshal
Ike and Phin have had a little whiskey
Sure I figured they was just having themselves some fun
Come on, Mr Thorndyke I'll take you to the theater
- Stop! - Stop, Pa! Stop!
Stop!
When you pull a gun, kill a man
Yes, Pa
[Dinner Bell Clanging]
Whoa! Whoa!
Tombstone, folks All out for breakfast All out for breakfast
[Dinner Bell Clanging]
- [Chattering] - Come on, giddap there Come on, giddap
- How's it going, Earp? - Fine
How are things in Deadwood, Mr Gambler?
All right, I guess
- Brother with you? - No
Get yourself some flapjacks Stage is leaving in 30 minutes
See you're on it
Thank you
[Man] I'll prepare a room for you.
Thank you
Can I help you, ma'am?
Oh, Dad's usually here to take care of the...
Is that your duffel up there?
Yes
How about just giving me a stack of buckwheat cakes and plenty of molasses
and a steak, blood rare, couple hunks of bacon if you got some
and a big pot of coffee
I'm looking for Dr. John Holliday
You mean Doc Holliday?
- Well, I imagine so - Oh, Doc Holliday!
Why, he rode out of town about 3:00 this morning, heading south
I don't know when he'll be back, ma'am
He'll most likely be back suppertime.
Maybe you'd like to have some breakfast, freshen up a bit
Oh, I would like some coffee
- Have you got a room for Miss... - Carter Clementine Carter
Thank you
See if Josephina can't get a couple of buckets of hot water
- so she can take a bath - Yes, Marshal
It's Doc's room You're right across the hall from him
John's room?
Oh, that's John with a mustache
He is a good surgeon, isn't he?
I wouldn't know, ma'am
That's a nice picture of you
[Man] All right, folks, all together now!
[All] Hip, hip, hooray!
The town of Tombstone is most grateful to you for a wonderful performance
Mr Mayor, I am most touched by your tribute
- Have one of my cards - Thank you very much, sir
Sorry you're leaving, Mr Thorndyke Here's your bill
The bill
Thank you
Great souls by instinct to each other turn
demand allegiance and in friendship burn
Good night, sweet prince
- Good-bye, Mr Actor - Parting is such sweet sorrow
- [Horse Whinnies] - Hyah!
##[Band Playing]
- [Chattering] - ## [Guitar]
Would you like a glass of beer, ma'am?
No, thank you I'm looking for Dr. John Holliday
- Who? - Dr. John Holliday
Oh. Well, uh, I'll see if I can find him for you, ma'am.
Thank you
- Go right in, ma'am - Thank you
- Gentlemen - Buenas noches, señorita.
Hello, John
Clem
I'd, uh, like you to meet a friend of mine, Wyatt Earp Miss Clementine Carter
We've met, John Good evening, Mr Earp
Howdy, ma'am I'll see you both later
- Let's eat - What are you up to?
It's wonderful to see you again, John
You are pleased that I came?
- My coming has made you unhappy - It was ill-advised
Any less ill-advised than the way you left Boston?
How did you know I was here?
I didn't Finding you hasn't been easy
From cow camp to cow camp, from one mining town to another
[Sighs] Well, I should think that if nothing more
you'd be at least flattered to have a girl chase you
Look, Clem You've got to get out of here
- But I'm not - This is no place for your kind of person
What kind of a person am I, John?
Please, go back home, Clem
Back where you belong Forget the... [Coughs]
Does this happen to John frequently?
Oui, mademoiselle. Each time it's worse
You're ill, John
So that's the reason you left
That has nothing to do with it
Foolish, foolish John, as if that would have mattered
I tell you, Clem, the condition of my health has nothing to do with it
I don't believe you, John
Then I'll give you the truth
The man you once knew is no more
There's not a vestige of him left Nothing
Come I'll take you back to the hotel
Please, John, you can't send me away like this
You can't run away from me any more than you can run away from yourself
Now I know why you don't care whether you live or die
why you tried to get yourself killed
I've heard all about you, John, and you're wrong
So wrong
You have no right to destroy yourself
You have a world of friends back home who love you, John
And I love you
There's a stage leaving in the morning for the East
Take it
If you don't, I'm moving on
Very well, John I'll go
- ##[Piano] - [Chattering, Yelling]
Dr. John Holliday
From where I'm standing, Earp, that tin badge you're wearing
doesn't give you the right to stick your nose in my personal affairs
- What's eating you, Doc? - Why didn't you tell me Miss Carter's here?
She told you why She wanted to surprise you
[Glass Breaks]
Gimme a clean glass, Mac
You're not gonna start drinking whiskey again, are you?
Gimme a glass, Mac!
I'll pour it
Doc
That stuff will kill ya
## [Singing]
Why don't you go away?
Squall your stupid little songs and leave me alone
##[Stops]
##[New Song]
I'm gonna see if I can get Doc to bed
Oh, why don't you finish your supper?
- Have a drink - No, thanks, Doc
I said have a drink
No, thanks I just finished supper
Look, Doc
I ain't tried to poke my nose into your personal affairs
But from where I stand
a man would have to go a long ways before he finds a finer girl than Miss Carter
Or a prettier one, for that matter
Ain't a man west of the Mississippi who wouldn't give his shirt to...
Marshal, you've said enough
Just as you say, Doc
And this isn't any of your business either
[Coughing]
Keep that up, and you'll be outta business
You've just given me a brilliant idea, Marshal
It's time I tempted fate
- Let's see - [Cocks Gun]
Who's in here I don't particularly like?
That's a sucker game, Doc
There's probably 50 fellas around town just waiting to see you get liquored up
so they can fill you full of holes
Build themselves up a great reputation...
the man that killed Doc Holliday
- [Gunshot] - [Woman Screams]
Mac
Gimme a hand Let's get him to bed
## [Piano]
[Bell Tolling]
- Don't think that's kinda... - No, sir No, sir!
New chair gets in next week from Kansas City, Kansas
Fine Fine
- [Squirts] - Sweet-smelling stuff, Mr Earp
Sweet-smelling stuff