1879. The Civil War is over,
and the resulting economic explosion spurs the great migration west.
Farmers, ranchers, prospectors, killers and thieves...
seek their fortunes.
Cattle drovers turn cow towns into armed camps...
with murder rates higher than those of modern-day New York or Los Angeles.
Out of this chaos comes legendary lawman Wyatt Earp,
retiring his badge and gun to start a peaceful life with his family.
Earp's friend John 'Doc' Holliday...
a Southern gentleman turned gunman and gambler...
also travels west, hoping the dry climate will relieve his tuberculosis.
Silver is discovered in Arizona.
Tombstone becomes queen of the boomtowns,
where the latest Paris fashions are sold from the backs of wagons.
Attracted to this atmosphere of greed,
over 100 exiled Texas outlaws band together...
to form the ruthless gang recognized by the red sashes they wear.
They emerge as the earliest example of organized crime in America.
They call themselves 'The Cowboys'
Y'all killed two Cowboys.
- ¡Detenganse! - Shoot.
- Looks like we win.
Mexican police, huh?
Tell him to get on his knees.
¡De rodillas, cabron!
¡De rodillas, dijo, chingada!
He won't no kneel, patron. He is very proud.
- Hey, somebody get this dick on his knees.
¡Ay, Dios! ¡Ay, Dios!
Good shot, Billy.
- ¡Gracias!
They call me Curly Bill Brosius.
I'm what you might call the Founder of the Feast.
So next time we come, you'd better step aside.
I ain't kiddin' neither.
Un caballo bajando por la montana...
y el que lo cabalgue ira a la muerte.
¡Moriremos!
Patron, he say, uh,
someone will come to revenge for him.
Something like a, a... sick horse who comes to sit with him.
He talk crazy. No entiendo un carajo.
That's not what he said, ya ignorant wretch.
Your Spanish is worse than your English.
You go to hell!
- You first.
- ¡No!
¡No! ¡No! - What have we got here?
- Hell, let's eat, boys. Tamales are good, huh?
I guess they knew we were comin'.
Temor de Dios. Temor de Dios es lo que ustedes no tienen.
- ¡Muerete, hijo de Satanas!
Hey, Johnny, what'd that Mexican mean...
'a sick horse is gonna get us,' huh?
He's quoting the Bible,
Revelations.
Behold, a pale horse.
'The man who sat on him was Death.
And hell followed with him.'
Move!
- Come on! That's it! You move!
- Stupid mule!
Come on!
Hurts, don't it?
Now let go of that stud and go on about your business.
Mr. Earp. My name's Dake.
Crawley Dake, U.S. Marshal for this territory.
- Forget it. I'm retired. - Excuse me?
I said forget it. I don't want the job, and that's final.
- I don't think you understand. - No, you don't understand, Marshal.
I did my duty, and now I'd like to get on with my life.
- I'm going to Tombstone. Easy on the grain, Butch.
- Here you go. - To strike it rich.
Tell you one thing, though: Never saw a rich man...
who didn't wind up with a guilty conscience.
I already got a guilty conscience. Might as well have the money too.
Good day now.
That's him, all right. Boy, I'd know that sour face anywhere.
Virgil! Morgan! My god!
- Hey, boy! How are you, Morgan? - Hi, Wyatt.
- Well, how do we look? - Great, both of ya.
- Wyatt, you remember Allie. - Good God. Well, he'd better.
Allie girl.
- And Louisa. Oh! - Wyatt.
You're so lovely, darlin'. I'm at your feet, just at your feet.
I guess it's only right. Ma always said Morgan's the prettiest.
- Yeah, but she doted on the Frowner. - That's right.
- Wyatt. - Mattie!
Mattie, they're already here. Folks, this is Celia Andon.
- You can call her Mattie. - Pleased to meet you, Mattie.
It's nice to meet you.
Well, Wyatt, I couldn't find a single store that
That's all right, honey. I sure been dreamin' about this.
God, since forever! Wait! Look here.
I wanna... Look. Huh?
- Hey, 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.
Mighty fine. I wonder where he found her.
Same place we found ours, probably.
'Matter, honey? Did you say you needed some laudanum?
- Yes, I did. Yes. - I have some right here.
Oh, you're a lifesaver.
Just be careful now. It's full of hop.
Oh, don't worry. I just get headaches sometimes.
Hey, Virg, see anything of Doc while you were in Prescott?
Yeah. He had a streak when we left, him and Kate.
I miss Doc. I miss that old rip.
- I don't. - He makes me laugh.
Yeah!
- That's $500, Holliday. Are you in or out?
Five hundred. Must be a peach of a hand.
Oh, thank you, darlin'.
Kate! You're not wearing a bustle.
How lewd.
Come on, Holliday, you in or out, goddammit?
Why, Ed Bailey, you look like you're just about ready to burst.
Come on! Come on, show!
Well, I suppose I'm deranged, but I...
guess I'll just have to call.
Cover your ears, darlin'.
Isn't that a daisy?
Why, you son-of-a-bitch!
Damn, Bailey, just settle down!
Shut up! Take your money and get out,
'cause I'm tired of listenin' to your mouth.
Why, Ed Bailey,
are we cross?
Them guns don't scare me.
'Cause without them guns you ain't nothin' but a skinny lunger.
Ed, what an ugly thing to say.
- I abhor ugliness. Does this mean we're not friends anymore?
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 gun, I'll burn you down.
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're not wearin' a bustle.
My sweet, soft Hungarian devil.
Well!
Good evenin', then.
Let's not bother about the luggage.
Hyah!
Hey, Morg, pretty big, isn't it?
Oh-ho, brother, you can smell the silver in this town.
- Easy. - Look at these girls over here.
- Hi! - Hello, girls!
Hot damn, this burg's jumpin'!
Here we go, ladies.
- Isn't that sweet? - You can say that.
- Sheriff.
Newcomers, eh?
The name's John Behan, Cochise County Sheriff.
- Just in town? - Just this minute.
- I'm Wyatt Earp, and these are my brothers, Virgil and Morgan.
Gave all that up, Sheriff. Goin' into business.
- Don't even carry a gun anymore. - Going into business, huh?
Well then, I'm the man to see.
Besides sheriff, I'm also tax collector,
Captain of the Fire Brigade and Chairman of the Nonpartisan Anti-Chinese League.
- Ma'am. - How do you do?
Yeah, a man of many parts.
- Say, you folks got a place to stay yet?
- Like I said, we just got here. - Well, I also sit on
Really?
As a matter of fact, we got three lovely cottages coming up for rent.
I'll throw in a good cleaning, no charge.
Believe me, Mr. Earp,
you're not gonna find a better deal within town limits.
I don't know, sounds pretty good.
- Well, 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. - Lotta law around here.
- I already met the county sheriff. - Who, Behan?
He ain't no law. The only real law around here is the Cowboys.
Cowboys? I had a run-in with a couple of them up in Prescott.
Nobody does nothin' without 'em. I mean, they're it.
There are three of 'em right over there.
You can always spot a Cowboy. They always wear those red sashes.
- The main fact is the Cowboys are good for business.
Oh, that's the real mother lode here in Tombstone.
All up and down Allen Street here.
Twenty-four hours a day, you got liquor, hostesses, gamblin';
makin' money hand-over-fist.
All except 'the Oriental.' That's a regular slaughterhouse.
Even the high rollers won't go near it.
That's too bad too. It's a nice place.
Hell of a waste.
- Wyatt?
- There he goes. - Yeah.
OI' Wyatt.
All right, fella, I'll brace ya now for a little lesson.
Put your money on the board. Five dollars on that six of spades.
Like that.
I'm not gonna tell you again. Get that cigar outta my face.
Howdy, stranger. What can I get ya?
I wouldn't mind one of those cigars.
I'm about ready to go home. I wish y'all would stop yakkin'...
- and just play cards. - Thank you.
Kinda nice in here. You run it?
Milt Joyce: Owner, operator.
- Wyatt Earp. - Yeah, sure.
I said lay off the queen, you jackass!
I swear I'm gonna slap somebody now.
Excuse me for askin', Milt, but... kinda dead in here, isn't it?
- You don't listen too good, do ya? - See that bird at the faro table?
You back that queen again, you son-of-a-bitch,
I'll blow you right up that wildcat's ass!
He comes bargin' in here one day, slappin' the customers,
He chased out all the high-class play.
The only trade that comes in here now is the bummers and
Why don't you get rid of him, get yourself a straight dealer?
Sure, stranger, that's easy for you to say.
Shit!
Goddammit, Junior, how many times am I going to tell you...
to keep that damn cigar outta my face? Huh?
Christ almighty, it's like I'm sittin' here playing cards with
you nerve-wracking sons-of-bitches.
Is somethin' on your mind?
Just want to let you know you're sittin' in my chair.
Is that a fact?
Yeah, it's a fact.
For a man that don't go heeled, you run your mouth kinda reckless, don't ya?
No need to go heeled to get the bulge on a tub like you.
- Is that a fact? - Mm-hmm.
That's a fact.
Well, I'm real scared.
Damn right, you're scared. I can see that in your eyes.
- All right now! - Go ahead.
Go ahead, skin it! Skin that smoke wagon and see what happens.
Listen, mister, l-I'm gettin' awful tired of your...
I'm gettin' tired of your gas. Now jerk that pistol and go to work.
- I said throw down, boy.
You gonna do somethin', or just stand there and bleed?
No?
I didn't think so.
Here, Milt, a keepsake.
Hang it over the bar. All right, youngster, out you go.
Don't come back!
Ever!
Well, what do you say, Milt?
Twenty-five percent of the house take sound about right?
Hyah!
Well, we're off and runnin'.
Just acquired us a quarter interest in a game at 'the Oriental.'
- Acquired? - So to speak.
Now all we gotta do is keep our eyes on that brass ring, fellas.
You're the one, Wyatt.
Why, Johnny Tyler!
- You madcap! - Doc?
Where you goin' with that shotgun?
I didn't know you was back in town.
Well, well.
How the hell are you?
Wyatt, I am rolling. Morgan.
- Doc. - Virgil.
'Lo, Doc.
Wyatt Earp?
Going into business for ourselves, Doc.
- Wyatt just got us a faro game. - Oh.
Since when is faro a business?
- Didn't you always say that gambling's an honest trade?
I said poker's an honest trade. Only suckers buck the tiger's
Depends on how you look at it. I mean, it's not like anybody's
That's what I love about Wyatt. He can talk himself into anything.
Oh. Johnny, I apologize. 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 you? - Fine. Fine.
You know, I was thinking, what this town could really use is a racetrack.
Really? That's not a bad idea. Send a signal we're growin' up.
Way ahead of yourselves, aren't you, boys? This
Have you seen how everyone dresses? Awful tony for a mining camp.
No sir, the die is cast. We are growin'.
- Be as big as San Francisco in a few years, and just as sophisticated.
- You son-of-a-bitch!
Easy, gents! It's a private affair!
- Don't raise that iron. I'm gonna have to...
Very cosmopolitan.
I know him. That's Creek Johnson.
Wyatt? Doc?
- Jack. - What do you say, old friend?
What the hell's that all about, Creek?
- He crawfished a bet and called me a liar.
may I present a pair of fellow sophisticates:
Texas Jack Vermillion.
Watch your ear, Creek.
- Afraid I'll have to have those guns. - It was a fair fight.
- We was legal. - I'm sorry, boys. I gotta
Hand 'em over.
Law and order every time, that's us.
- Ha!
Whoa!
I'm frightfully thirsty.
Well, we made it.
Sheriff, what kinda town is this?
Nice scenery.
Well,
an enchanted moment.
Interesting little scene. I wonder who that tall drink of water is.
My dear, you have set your gaze upon the quintessential frontier type.
Note the lean silhouette, eyes closed by the sun; they're sharp as a hawk.
He's got the look of both predator... and prey.
I want one.
Happy hunting.
- Hey, sister boy, gimme some!
- Gimme, gimme, gimme! - Leave him alone, Barnes!
Billy, sit with me.
This is so much fun. We haven't been to the show in six years.
I hope they're good.
- Wyatt? - Oh, sorry.
Darlin', you know the Earps.
Kate, how you been?
Mattie, hmm, ravishin'.
Doc.
Wyatt, I'd like ya to meet Mayor Clum and his wife.
- Mr. Earp. Your reputation precedes you.
- I was wondering if you might be... - Not a prayer. Nice meetin' you.
Professor Gillman? Oh, I seen him in Bisbee. He catches stuff.
Hey, Professor, catch this.
They're shooting at us! They're actually shooting at us.
- I guess we'll have to wait for our notices.
Prettiest man I ever saw.
Whoo!
- Whoo-hoo! - Ladies and gentlemen,
the St. Crispin's Day speech from Henry V.
- To set the scene...
Goddamn, Barnes! - Shot his damn ear off.
- 'Lf we are marked to die,
'we are now to do our country loss.
But if to live, the fewer men, the greater share of honor... '
He's got some nerve, I'll say that. What d'ya think there, Billy Nilly?
- I think he's wonderful.
'... gentle his condition.
'Gentlemen in England now abed shall think themselves accurs'd
- '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!
Play it again!
Now what in the hell is this?
Th-That's Faust. H-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, then crawfish and drill that old devil in the ass.
How 'bout you, Juanito? What would you do?
I already did it.
Very instructive.
- Hmm.
But who is the devil?
I'll be damned.
You may indeed, if you get lucky.
Would you look at all those stars?
I mean, you look up and you think, 'God made all of that?
He still remembered to make a little speck like me.'
Kinda flattering, really.
Wyatt, do you believe in God?
- No, come on, really. Do ya? - Yeah. Maybe.
- Hell, I don't know. - Well, what d'you think
Somethin'. Nothin'. Hell, I don't know.
Well, I read this book, a book on spiritualism.
Oh, God, here he goes again.
Said that a lot of people when they die, they see this light.
- Like in a tunnel. - Yeah?
- They say it's the light leadin' you to Heaven.
- Well, what about Hell? They got a sign there, or what?
- I'm serious. - Hey, Morg. Comin'
- Well... - Not tonight.
Tonight, me and my old man are gonna have some fun.
Come on, get movin', old man.
Maiden name was Sullivan.
- Well, you better go with them, honey. I gotta go to work.
Well, honey, l-I gotta get to work.
All right. All right.
Well, wait a minute. I guess I don't have to go right now. I...
- I could stay awhile. - No, no. I don't wanna keep you.
No, really, I can stay awhile.
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 doing. No, I don't need to see a doctor!
- All right, honey. Okay. - Just go.
Everything's fine, Wyatt.
- Work well. - All right, good night.
You look beautiful tonight.
Thank you.
- Night, Mattie. - Good night, Morgan.
Come on.
- I want to match seven, seven stinkin' spades.
- Let's go. - I'm your man.
You win again. Well played, sir. You are on fire.
- I told you, I'm burnin' up tonight. - Loser on the ace.
I'll take the red seven, and I got some deeds here.
- I'll take seven stinkin' diamonds. - Awww-ful lot of money.
- You can't stand the heat, pal, get out of the kitchen.
Sad news, friend, you lose.
- So, now we're in the mining business.
We're turnin' into regular tycoons.
Think I'll call this one the Mattie Blalock. Mattie'd
- That's her maiden name. - And what a maiden.
- Pure as the driven snow, I'm sure. - Hey, Doc, come on now.
It's just his style, Morg. He doesn't mean anything.
Tell me something, my friend. I'm curious.
Do you actually consider yourself a married man, forsaking all others?
Yeah, pretty much.
I mean, I was no angel when we met, but 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 who I mean.
That dusky-hued lady satan, that's who.
- Oh, I'd probably ignore her. - Ignore her?
I'd ignore her. People can change, Doc.
I'll remember you said that.
- What?
- Bravo! Bravo! - Ma'am? Miss Marcus?
Aw, hell.
Bravo!
Whoo!
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.
Mr. Fabian.
- Well done. - Well done.
Good show, partner, good show.
Mr. Fabian, would you come sit at my table?
Mr. Earp, would you mind signing an autograph for me, sir?
My wife's not gonna believe this.
Wyatt Earp, huh? Heard of you.
Listen now, Mr. Kansas Law Dog.
Law don't go around here. Savvy?
- I'm retired. - Good.
That's real good.
Yeah. Yeah, that's real good, law dog, 'cause law just don't go around here.
Yeah, I heard you the first time. Winner to the king.
- Shut up, Ike. - You must be Doc Holliday.
That's the rumor.
You retired too?
Not me. I'm in my prime.
Yeah, you look it.
- Uh, 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. - No. That's true,
but... I don't know, there's just somethin' about him.
Somethin' 'round 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.
In pace requiescat.
Come on, boys, we don't want any 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.
- Come on. Go, Johnny.
- Yeah!
- Bravo!
- Drinks are on me! - Whoo!
Gettin' kinda spooky around here.
- Curly Bill, huh? - Mm-hmm.
- Who was that other idiot? - Ike Clanton.
- Table's open! - The man dealing faro, who is he?
That's Wyatt Earp. Built a name for himself as a peace officer in Kansas.
Hmm, peace officer.
Very impressive.
I believe he's married.
More champagne?
Oh, hell.
- Hello. - Hello.
We've, uh, we've never actually met. My name is...
Wyatt Earp. Yes, I know.
- I'm Jos... - Josephine Marcus.
Everybody knows.
I was beginning to think we'd never meet.
This is fortuitous. That means 'lucky.'
Yeah, I... I know what it means.
- Easy now.
- What is it? - That mare is in season.
Bet she's 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 n...
Let's run it out of them.
Yeah, I'm an oak, all right.
- Whoa!
Well, end of the road.
- Maybe for you. Hyah! - Hyah!
That was lovely.
Lovely? You could've been killed back there, or busted up.
Fun, though, wasn't it?
- You'd die for fun? - Wouldn't you?
Oh, he's 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 don't know. I'm happy as the next man, I guess.
I don't laugh all day long like an idiot, if that's what you mean.
- Touchy about it, aren't you? - No, I'm not touchy. I'm just...
It's a silly question, is all. '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?
Geez!
- How do you get these questions? - Just answer.
I don't know! Make some money, I guess.
- Maybe... have some children. - Doesn't suit you.
- Well, how would you know? - It just doesn't, that's all.
I oughta know my own mind, and I'm telling you what
Suits me right down to the ground. In fact, that's my idea of heaven.
- All right, what's your idea of heaven?
Oh, he's laughing again. Well, 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 with, 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.
There's no arguin' that.
But you're a lady, all right.
I'll take my oath on it.
- Giddap! Come on!
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've you been? - Just out.
- Hmm. - Ridin'.
- How're you feelin', Mattie?
Uh, uh... I don't know. Uh...
I'm all right.
I'm fine.
- You sure? - Su... I'm sure.
Well, I was thinkin' today,
we've already made a pile of money in this place.
If we pulled up stakes and just moved on, you know,
then we could stay on the move, keep goin', see the world.
Just... live on room service for the rest of our lives.
How'd that be?
Room serv...
Wyatt, what're you talkin' about?
Nothin'. I just...
Just thinkin' out loud, and you know I...
Nothin'.
Forget about it.
Ow!
What's she doin' with that lunger?
Hey!
Is that 'Old Dog Trey'? That sounds like 'Old Dog Trey' to me.
Pardon?
You know, Stephen Foster.
'Oh! Susanna,'
'Camptown Races.'
Stephen stinkin' Foster!
Uh, 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.
- Yaahhh!
- Do you see what's going on in the street?
- Somebody's gotta do something. - I believe you're the sheriff.
No, no, no, no. This is not county business. This is
Yaahhh!
- Why don't you just leave it alone?
No, I, uh... I gotta do somethin'.
Wah-hoo-wahhh!
Here's your down card.
- Curly Bill!
Come on now.
Well, howdy, Fred.
Hand those over, Curly. Hand 'em over.
Why, sure, Dad.
I'm only funnin'.
Here you go.
Fred?
Come on now. Fred?
- Got ol' Fred White! - Hey, everybody!
Better get him off the street.
Fred White's dead! They killed him. 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. Now get back! Move!
Turn him loose!
He said to turn loose of him.
- Well, I'm not; so, go home.
I swear to God, law dog, you don't step aside, we'll tear you apart.
All right, you die first. Get it?
Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before
- He's bluffin'. Let's rush him. - No... he ain't bluffin'.
You're not as stupid as you look, Ike.
- Now tell them to get back. - Go on now, get back.
Go on! Billy!
He'll kill me.
- And you, music lover,
you're next.
It's the drunk piano player.
You're so drunk, you can't hit nothin'.
In fact, you're probably seein' double.
I have two guns, one for each of ya.
All right, back it up now!
Go home now!
I'll see you soon.
- I'll see you soon. - We'll meet again.
Well, as you can see,
never a dull moment.
So it takes Judge Spicer three weeks to get back to town,
and he says, 'Well, did you actually see it? '
I said, 'No. By the time I got there, Marshal White had already been shot.'
Then Spicer leans forward and he says,
- 'Well, can't have a murder without a witness.'
- What? - Case dismissed. Can you beat it?
After all that? Aw, hell, who cares?
None of my business anyway.
Ready to go, Milt?
God, I love this game! You know, boys, when we're finally set,
we gotta each have a billiard room in our houses.
I been thinkin',
maybe we oughta open up a place of our own. You know?
- There's the real money. Build it up,
Milk it for all it's worth, then sell it off for a bundle...
and breeze outta this burg with more money than Cresus
What d'ya think, Virg?
Virg?
Why don't you and me take a walk around town...
and see if we can't spot us out a couple of nice lots?
It's workin' out just like you said, Wyatt.
- Goddamn, boys, we're lootin' this burg six ways from Sunday.
- Actually, yeah, I gotta admit. - Excuse me. Wyatt,
- Will you just hear me out? - Now hold on, Mayor.
You tell him, 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 know, you men are makin' a lot of money in this town.
That's good. That's good. Good for you.
In the meantime, a lot of 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 suffering. From a hangover.
- Stop that!
Stop. No.
Hold on a minute! Wait a minute!
- Calm down and listen to me!
Nobody's sayin' you can't own a gun.
Nobody's even sayin' you can't carry a gun.
All we're sayin' is you can't carry a gun in town.
That's not so bad, is it?
Listen, Mayor, I have to talk to you about this.
No, we don't have to talk. You can read, can't you?
What in the hell are you doin'? I told you we weren't gettin' involved.
You got us involved when you brought us here.
Now you hold on a minute, Virg.
Hold on nothin'! I walk around this town and
It's just like someone's slappin' me in the face.
These people are afraid to walk down the street,
and I'm tryin' to make money off that like some goddamn vulture!
If we're gonna have a future in this town, it's gotta have
Don't do this to me!
- It's got nothin' to do with you! It's got to do wi...
I'm your brother, for Christ's sake! God, I don't believe this!
Talk to him, will you? Or hit him!
Ah, God, don't tell me!
Like you said, Wyatt, we're brothers.
Gotta back your brother's play. Just did like I figured you would.
All right now, you listen to me, both of ya!
For the first time in our lives,
we got a chance to stop wandering and finally be a family.
This is trouble we don't need. You saw what happened to Fred White.
We know what we're doin', Wyatt.
Okay, fine. Say you're right, say you don't get yourself killed.
There's somethin' else.
All those years I worked those cow towns, I was only ever mixed
But a man lost his life, and I took it.
You don't know 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.
# What remained of our day in the sunshine #
- # That brightened our pathway a while #
- Yeah, fine. - # Come and sit by my side
# 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? - # Will you think of the vow... #
Nice voice.
Wyatt, Doc won't quit. He's been at it for 36 hours straight.
Clanton and the McLaury brothers came in an hour ago.
- I tried to get him to go to bed, but he won't let go.
Wyatt, just in time. Pull up a chair.
Doc, you been hittin' it awful hard, haven't ya?
Nonsense. I've not yet begun to defile myself.
I was wonderin' if you wouldn't wanna go on over
I will not be pawed at, thank you very much.
- I'm sorry. - That's right.
Doc can go on day and night, and then some.
That's my loving man. Have another one, my loving man.
I'm in.
Straight.
Loving man, you been called.
Oops.
What is that now?
That 12 hands in a row, Holliday? 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 'bout if I just wring your scrawny neck?
Are you takin' his part? Huh?
I'm the one who got cheated!
You goddamn pimps! You all in it together.
Nobody's in anything. Ike, you're drunk.
Get your goddamn hands off me!
Don't you ever put your hands on me, see?
Don't you ever try to manhandle a Cowboy, 'cause we'll cut
- Understand me, pimp? - Don't you threaten me,
All right! All right! Come on, easy, Virg, easy!
You just go on home and forget about it, huh, Ike?
Come on, Virg.
I ain't gonna forget nothin'.
Well, that certainly was a bust.
Come, darlin'. Let's seek our entertainment elsewhere.
Forget it, Virg. Go on. Get some fresh air.
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.
Give me my guns.
My rifle.
Goddamn bastards. Think they can cheat me.
Nobody cheated you, Ike. Just go home.
I don't take no mouth from no bartenders, neither.
There, ya see?
Give somebody a rap on the beezer, get some respect around here.
You tell the Earps, I see 'em on the street and Doc Holliday,
I'm gonna send them to hell on a shutter. You tell 'em that...
Pick these guns up.
Come on.
Come on, Ike.
Come on!
- Hey, you walkin'? - Leave me alone.
- You gonna give Ike back his guns. - Not 'til he sobers up.
Wearin' that badge don't make you right.
Who the hell you think you are?
- Watch the way you walk, you stupid bastard.
I ain't easy and I ain't your kid.
You take your sorry and shove it up your ass.
I'll fight you right now.
Goddammit!
You're gonna bleed.