NARRATOR: 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 boom towns...
where the latest Paris fashions are sold...
from the bacKs of wagons.
Attracted to this atmosphere of greed...
over one hundred 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. "
[Man singing in Spanish]
[Singing continues]
[Crowd chattering in Spanish]
[Chattering stops]
[Laughs]
CURLY BILL: Y'all Killed two cowboys.
[People yelling]
[Cries]
[Yells in Spanish]
[Chuckling]
[Gunshot]
MAN: LooKs liKe we win.
CURLY BILL: Mexican police, huh?
[Laughs]
Tell him to get on his knees.
[Speaking Spanish]
[Man speaking Spanish]
He will not kneel, patron.
He is very proud.
Hey, somebody get this spic on his knees.
[Bride screams]
MAN: Good shot, Billy.
[Laughs]
Gracias.
Unh! Aah!
They call me Curly Bill Brocious.
I'm what you might call a founder of the feast.
CURLY BILL: So next time we come...
you better step aside.
I ain't kidding, neither.
[Man speaking Spanish]
Patron, he say...
uh, someone will come to revenge for him.
Something like a sick horse who comes to sit with him.
He talk crazy. [Speaking Spanish]
That's not what he said, you ignorant wretch.
Your Spanish is worse than your English.
GROOM: You go to hell!
You first.
Unh! Ohh!
[Bride sobbing]
-No! No! -What do you got there?
BRIDE: Help me!
[Man laughs]
[Bride screaming]
[Gunshot]
Have a seat, boys.
MAN: It all looks good.
MAN: I guess they Knew we were coming.
[Gunshot]
[Man speaking Spanish]
[Laughs]
[All laugh]
Hey, Johnny.
What did that Mexican mean...
a sick horse was gonna get us, huh?
He was quoting the Bible--
Revelations.
"Behold, the pale horse--
"the man who sat on him was Death...
"and Hell followed with him."
[Whistle blowing]
[Bell ringing]
MAN: Come on, you old Southern mule, you!
[Man strikes horse, horse neighs]
MAN: [Whistles] Move!
[Horse neighs]
[Man strikes horse]
MAN: Come on! Action! You move!
[Man strikes horse]
Come on!
Come on, horse! Come on!
[Neighs]
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.
EARP: 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.
Oh, I see. And strike it rich?
-Here you go. -That's fine.
DAKE: I'll 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.
VIRGIL: That's him, all right.
Boy, I'd know that sour face anywhere.
Ah ha ha ha ha! Virgil, Morgan. My God.
[Laughs]
Hey, boy.
How are you, Morgan?
MORGAN: So, how do we looK?
WYATT: Great. Both of you.
VlRGlL: Wyatt, you remember Allie.
-Good God, well, he better. -Allie, girl.
-And Louisa. -Wyatt.
You're so lovely, darlin'. I'm 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.
[Laughs]
-Wyatt. -Mattie, they're already here.
Folks, this is Celia Ann, but 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 had laudanum anywhere.
WYATT: I've sure been dreaming about this--
God, since forever.
Wait. Look here.
I want to...
Huh?
-Hey, Wyatt-- -Don't talk. Just...
Yeah.
Thank you for this, Wyatt.
It's all your doing.
We're going to 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.
[Morgan laughs]
Mattie, honey...
did you say you need some laudanum?
Yes, I did.
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.
Virg, see anything of Doc while you were in Preston?
He had us drink when we left--him and Kate.
I miss Doc.
I miss that old Reb.
I don't.
He makes me laugh.
Yeah!
[Ball falls into slot on roulette wheel]
ED: That's $500, Holliday. Are you in or out?
[Coughs]
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, god damn it?
Why, Ed Bailey, you look like...
you're just about ready to burst.
ED: Come on.
Come on. Show.
[Coughs] Well...
I suppose I'm deranged...
but I guess I'll just have to call.
Cover your ears, darlin'. [Coughs]
Isn't that a daisy?
Why, you son of a bitch, you.
Hey, Bailey, just settle down.
Shut up.
ED: TaKe your money and get out...
because I'm tired of listening to your mouth.
Why, Ed Bailey...
are we cross?
Them guns don't scare me, because without them guns...
you ain't nothing but a skinny lunger.
DOC: 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.
[Cocks gun]
[Click click]
There.
Now we can be friends again.
Uhh!
Touch that gun, I'll burn you down.
ED: Aah! Aah!
[Horse neighs]
I calculate that's the end of this town.
KATE: I had a boy at the hotel pack us up.
The horse is outside.
So that's why you're not wearing a bustle.
[Laughs]
My sweet soft Hungarian devil.
Well...
Good evening, then.
Let's not bother about the luggage.
[Horse neighs]
[Laughing and chattering]
MAN: Hyah! Come on!
WYATT: Say, Morg, pretty big, isn't it?
Oh, brother, you can smell the silver in this town.
[Jingling]
Easy.
Look at these girls over here.
VIRGIL: Whoa, girl.
Hot damn, this burg's jumpin'.
Here we go, ladies.
[Chattering]
Sheriff.
MAN: All right. They'll taKe care of it.
BEHAN: Newcomers, eh? Name's john Behan...
Cochise County sheriff. Just hit town, did you?
Just this minute.
I'm Wyatt Earp, and these are my brothers--
Wyatt Earp? Dodge City.
WYA TT: Gave all that up, Sheriff..
Going into business.
I 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 non-partisan Anti-Chinese League.
-Ma'am. -How do you do?
Yeah, a man of many parts.
Say, you folks got a place to stay yet?
Nope. Like I said, we just got here.
Well, I also sit on the town lot commission.
Really?
As a matter of fact...
we got three lovely cottages coming up for rent.
I'll throw in a good cleanin' no charge.
Believe me, Mr. Earp...
you won't find a better deal within town limits.
I don't know. Sounds pretty good.
Well, I'll have my man show them to you.
Thank you.
MORGAN: Hey, Wyatt!
Get on over here.
I want you to meet Fred White.
He's the town marshal.
My pleasure.
A lot of 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.
VlRGlL: Cowboys?
I had a run-in with a couple of them up in Prescott.
Nobody does nothing without them.
I mean, they're it.
There's three of them right over there.
WHITE: You can always spot a cowboy.
They always wear those red sashes.
Fact is, the cowboys are good for business.
WYATT: How about all these saloons?
That's a real motherlode here in Tombstone--
all up and down Allen Street here.
24 hours a day, you got liquor, hostesses, gambling...
making 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.
WHITE: Hell of a waste.
VIRGIL: Wyatt?
-There he goes. -Yeah.
[Spits]
Old Wyatt.
[Laughs]
[Spits]
[Piano music playing]
TYLER: The money is on the board.
Five dollars on that six of spades...
IiKe that.
I'm not gonna tell you again.
Get that cigar out of my face.
Howdy, stranger. What can I get you?
I wouldn't mind one of those cigars.
TYLER: I wish y'all would stop yaKKing and play cards.
Thank you.
It's kind of nice in here. You run it?
Milt Joyce--owner, operator.
Wyatt Earp.
M I LT: Yeah, sure.
TYLER: I said lay off. the queen, you jacKass.
I swear I'm going to slap somebody now.
WYA TT: Excuse me for asKing, Milt, but...
kind of dead in here, isn't it?
TYLER: You don't listen too good, do you?
You see that bur at the faro table?
TYLER: You bacK that queen again, you son of a bitch...
I'll blow you right up that wildcat's ass.
Do you hear me, huh?
He comes barging in here one day...
slapping all the customers, waving his gun around.
He chased out all the high-class play.
The only trade that comes in here now...
is just the bummers and the drovers--
just the dregs.
Why don't you get rid of him...
and get yourself a straight dealer?
Sure, stranger. That's easy for you to say.
TYLER: Shit.
God damn it, Junior, how many times I tell you...
to Keep that damn cigar out of my face?
Huh?
Christ Almighty. It's like I'm sitting here...
playing cards with my brother's kids...
you nerve-wracking sons of bitches.
Is something on your mind?
Just wanted to let you know you're sitting in my chair.
[Laughs] Is that a fact?
Yeah, it's a fact.
Well, for a man that don't go heeled...
you run your mouth kind of reckless, don't you?
No need to go heeled to get the bulge...
on a devil like you.
Is that a fact?
WYATT: Mmm...
that's a fact.
Well, I'm real scared.
You're 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 getting awful tired of--
I'm getting tired of your gas.
Now jerk that pistol and go to work.
Uhh.
I said throw down, boy.
Aah!
You going to 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 you go.
Don't come back...
ever!
Well, what do you say, Milt?
25% of the house take sound about right?
[Man whistles] Hyah!
[Cows mooing]
Well...
we're off and running.
I just acquired us a quarter interest...
in the game at the Oriental.
-Acquired? -So to speak.
Now all we got to do...
is keep our eyes on that brass ring, fellas.
MORGAN: You're the one, Wyatt.
DOC: Why, johnny Tyler.
The madcap.
Doc?
Where you going with that shotgun?
I didn't know you was back in town.
WYATT: Well, well.
How the hell are you?
Wyatt, I am rolling.
Morgan.
Doc.
Virgil.
Hello, Doc.
TYLER: Wyatt Earp?
We're going into business for ourselves, Doc.
Wyatt just got us a faro game.
Oh. Since when is faro a business?
Don't you always say that gambling's an honest trade?
No, I said poker's an honest trade.
Only suckers buck the tide...
because the odds are all on the house.
WYATT: Depends on how you look at it.
It's not like anybody's putting a gun to their head.
DOC: That's what I love about Wyatt.
He can talk himself into anything.
[All laugh]
DOC: Oh.
Johnny, I apologize. I forgot you were there.
You may go now.
Just leave that shotgun.
Leave it.
TYLER: 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?
WYATT: Fine, but, I was thinking--
what this town could really use is a racetrack.
BEHAN: Really? That's not a bad idea.
It would send a signal we're growing up.
DOC: Way ahead of yourselves, aren't you, boys?
This is just another mining camp.
BEHAN: Have you seen how everyone dresses?
Awful tony for a mining camp.
No, sir, the die is cast. We are growing.
Be as big as San Francisco in a few years...
and just as sophisticated. [Gunshot]
[Men yelling]
You son of a bitch!
MAN: Easy, jess. This is a private aff.air.
Don't raise that arm.
I'll kill you, you cheatin' son--
Very cosmopolitan.
WYA TT: I Know him. That's CreeK johnson.
Wyatt? Doc?
Jack.
What do you say, old friend?
What the hell was that all about, Creek?
They crawfished a bet and called me a liar.
Sheriff, may I present a pair of fellow sophisticates?
"TurKey CreeK" jacK johnson...
and "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 got to take you before Judge Spicer.
Hand them over.
Law and order every time-- that's us.
MAN: Hyah!
Whoa.
jOSEPHINE: I'm frightfully thirsty.
Vl RGl L: What the hell kind of town is this?
Nice scenery.
Well...
an enchanted moment.
MAN: There you are.
jOSEPHINE: Interesting little scene.
I wonder who that tall drink of water is.
FABIAN: 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. -Hmm.
MAN: Get a move on!
Hyah! Hyah!
[Orchestra tuning]
[Crowd chattering and laughing]
Let go!
Whoo!
Ow!
Hey, sister boy, give me some!
Gimme, gimme, gimme!
Let him alone, Barnes!
Hey, sit with me.
[Orchestra playing]
This is so much fun.
We haven't been to a show since years.
I hope they're good.
Wyatt?
Oh, sorry.
DOC: Darling, you know the Earps.
Kate, how you been?
DOC: Mattie. Ravishing.
Doc.
WHlTE: Wyatt...
I'd like you to meet Mayor Clum and his wife.
Mr. Earp, your reputation precedes you.
I was wondering if you--
Not a prayer. Nice meeting you.
[Timpani drumroll]
MAN: There you go, boys.
[Orchestra playing]
Professor Gilman?
Hell, I seen him in Bisby. He catches stuff.
MAN: Hey, Professor, catch this.
[Audience cheers]
GILMAN: They're shooting at us!
They're actually shooting at us!
MAN: Whoo!
FABlAN : I guess we don't have to wait for our notices.
CURLY BILL: Prettiest man I ever saw.
[Laughs]
AUDlENCE: Whoo!
FABIAN: Ladies and gentlemen...
St. Crispin's Day speech from "Henry V."
FABIAN: To set the scene--
-Goddamn, Barnes. -I shot the damn ear off..
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 honor.
BARNES: He's got some nerve. I'll say that.
What do you think there, Billy Nilly?
I think he's wonderful.
[Laughter]
FABIAN: This day shall gentle his condition.
Gentlemen in England now a-bed...
shall think themselves accursed...
they were not here...
[Man spits]
and hold their manhoods cheap...
whilst any speaKs who fought with us...
upon Saint Crispin's Day.
That's great!
Yeah!
Heh heh!
[Taps cane]
MAN: Play it again!
[Violin music playing]
[Orchestra playing]
CURLY BILL: Now, what in the hell is this?
MAN: Well, that's Faust.
He's going to maKe a deal with the devil.
Is your soul for sale, dear?
Know what I'd do?
I'd take the deal and then crawfish...
and drill that old devil in the ass.
[Laughter]
How about you, Juanito? What would you do?
Well, I already did it.
Heh heh.
[Applause]
Very instructive.
DOC: Mmm.
But who was the devil?
[Orchestra playing]
[Applause]
I'll be damned.
You may indeed, if you get lucky.
MORGAN: Would you look at all those stars?
I mean, you look up, and you think...
God made all of that...
but still remembered to make a little speck like me.
Kind of flattering, really.
Wyatt, do you believe in God?
No, come on, really. Do you?
WYATT: Yeah, maybe. Hell, I don't know.
MORGAN: What do you think happens when you die?
Something. Nothing.
Hell, I don't know.
MORGAN: Well, I read this book--
a book on spiritualism.
VlRGlL: Oh, God. Here he goes again.
MORGAN: Said that a lot of people, when they die...
they see this light-- like in a tunnel.
WYATT: Yeah?
MORGAN: They say it's the light leading you to Heaven.
WYATT: Really?
What about Hell? They got a sign there or what?
MORGAN: Wyatt, god damn it. I'm serious.
WYATT: Hey, Morg. Coming to the Oriental, Virg?
-Well... -Not tonight.
Tonight, me and my old man are going to have some fun.
Get moving, old man.
Her maiden name was Sullivan.
[Laughs]
I think you better go with him, honey.
I got to go to work.
Please stay with me.
Honey, I got to get to work.
All right.
Well, now, wait a minute.
I guess I don't have to go right now.
I--I could stay a while.
No, no. I don't want to keep you.
No, really. I can stay a while.
Is that the bottle Lou gave you?
Yes, it is.
Maybe you should see a doctor.
[Laughs]
Wyatt, it's just headaches.
I know what I'm doing.
No, I don't need to see a doctor.
-All right, honey. -Just go.
Everyhing's fine, Wyatt. Work well.
All right, good night.
You look beautiful tonight.
[Laughs] Thank you.
MORGAN: Good night, Mattie.
Good night, Morgan.
Come on.
[Coyote howls]
[Piano playing "De Camptown Races"]
MAN: Seven. Seven stinKin' spades.
Let's do it.
-I'm your man. -You win again.
Well played, sir. You are on fire.
I told you I was burnin' up tonight.
I'll take the red seven...
and I got some deeds here.
I'll take seven stinkin' dimes.
Awful lot of money.
Can't stand the heat, pal, get out of the kitchen.
WYATT: You're the doctor. Sad news, friend. You lose.
WYATT: So, now we're in the mining business.
You're the one, Wyatt.
We're turning into regular tycoons.
Think I'll call this one the Mattie Blaylock.
Mattie will get a kick out of that.
-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. It 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 was no angel when we met.
Neither was she.
People can change, Doc.
Sooner or later, you got to grow up.
I see.
Ahem. And what would you do...
if she walked in here?
She?
Yeah. You know damn well who I mean.
That dusky-hued Lady Satan, that's who.
-I'd probably ignore her. -lgnore her?
I'd ignore her. People can change, Doc.
I'll remember you said that.
What?
[Applause]
MAN: Brava! Brava!
Brava! Brava!
Ma'am. Miss Marcus.
Aw, hell.
[Piano music playing]
MAN: Bravo! Bravo!
[Crowd whistles and cheers]
Miss Marcus...
allow me the pleasure of a drink.
-Thank you, sir. -Milt, champagne.
WYATT: Satisfied?
I stand corrected, Wyatt.
You're an oak.
Thanks, Kate.
[Applause]
MAN: Bravo!
Bravo.
MAN: Good show, pard. Good show.
Mr. Fabian, would you come sit at my table?
MAN: Mr. Earp, would you mind...
signing an autograph for me, sir?
My wife's not going to believe this.
Wyatt Earp, huh?
Heard of you.
Listen now, Mr. Kansas law dog.
IKE: Law don't go around here.
Savvy?
I'm retired.
CURLY BILL: Good.
[Laughs] That's real good.
IKE: Yeah.
Yeah, that's real good, law dog...
because law just don't go around here.
WYATT: I heard you the first time.
Winner to the king--$500.
[Laughs]
Shut up, lke. Ha.
You must be Doc Holliday.
[Coughs]
That's the rumor.
Are you retired, too?
Not me. I'm in my prime.
Yeah, you look it.
Ah, you must be Ringo.
Look, darlin'. Johnny Ringo--
the deadliest pistolier there is...
since Wild Bill, they say.
DOC: What do you say, darlin'?
Should I hate him?
You don't even know him.
DOC: No. That's true, but...
I don't know, there's just something about him--
something around the eyes.
[Takes deep breath] I don't know.
Reminds me of...me.
No. I'm sure of it.
I hate him.
WYATT: He's drunk.
In vino veritas.
Age quod agis.
DOC: Credat judaeus apella, non ego.
Iuventus stultorum magister.
In pace requiescat.
WHITE: Come on, boys.
We don't want any trouble in here--
not in any language.
DOC: That's Latin, darlin'.
Evidently, Mr. Ringo is an educated man.
Now I really hate him.
CU RLY Bl LL: Watch it, Johnny.
I hear he's real fast.
[Laughter]
MAN: Whoo!
[Crowd cheering and whistling]
Ha.
[Man laughs]
[Curly Bill blows, laughs]
[Crowd cheering and whistling]
[Laughs]
[Cheering stops]
[Crowd laughing]
MAN: You said it.
[Applause]
Bravo! Ha ha!
[Laughter]
[Curly Bill laughing]
[Light applause]
Drinks are on me.
[Crowd cheers, piano music playing]
WHlTE: Getting kind of spooky around here.
MORGAN: Curly Bill, huh?
Who was that other idiot?
[Laughs] lke Clanton.
WYATT: Table's open.
The man dealing faro-- who is he?
That's Wyatt Earp.
Made a name for himself as a peace officer in Kansas.
Hmm. Peace officer.
Very impressive.
BEHAN: And I believe he's married.
[Both laugh]
More champagne.
Ah.
Now, hell.
-Hello. -Hello.
WYATT: We've never actually met.
-My name's-- -Wyatt Earp. I know.
-I'm-- -Josephine Marcus.
Everybody knows.
[Laughs]
I was beginning to think we'd never meet.
This is fortuitous.
That means lucky.
Yeah, I know what it means.
[Neighs]
-Easy, now. -What is it?
That mare is in season.
[Laughs] Yes, she's starting.
How do they know?
They know. It's the scent.
Ah.
I guess we better split them up. It's been real--
jOSEPHINE: I have a better idea.
Let's run it out of them.
Yeah, I'm an oak, all right.
WYATT: Whoa.
Well...end of the road.
Maybe for you. Yaah!
Hyah!
jOSEPHINE: Ahh. That was lovely.
WYATT: Lovely? You could've been killed or busted up.
Fun, though, wasn't it?
You'd die for fun?
Wouldn't you?
[Laughs] Oh.
Oh, he's laughing.
I didn't think you ever laughed.
Yeah, I laugh sometimes.
Yes, but how often?
Are you happy?
Am I happy?
Well, I don't Know.
As 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 just...
It's a silly question, is all.
Am I happy? Are you happy?
Oh, I'm always happy...
unless I'm bored.
That blond woman-- is that your wife?
What about her?
Nothing.
What do you want out of life?
[Laughs]
How do you get these questions?
-Just answer. -Well, I don't know.
Make some money, maybe have some children.
It doesn't suit you.
Well, how would you know?
It just doesn't, that's all.
I ought to know my own mind...
and what suits me is a family and kids.
Suits me right down to the ground.
In fact, that's my idea of Heaven.
All right, what's your idea of Heaven?
Room service.
[Laughs]
Oh, he's laughing again.
That's what I want.
I want to move and go places...
and never look back-- just have fun forever.
That's my idea of Heaven.
I 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 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 want to 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 arguing that.
But you're a lady, all right.
I'll take my oath on it.
[Man whistles]
MAN: Get!
[Hums]
[Door opens]
Oh.
WYATT: 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. Riding.
How are you feeling, Mattie?
[Laughs]
I--I don't know.
Uh, I'm all right.
I'm fine. [Laughs]
-You sure? -Sure--I'm sure.
Well...
I was thinking today.
We've already made a pile of money in this place.
What if we pulled up stakes and just moved on?
Then we could stay on the move--
just keep going. See the world.
Live on room service the rest of our lives.
How'd that be?
[Laughs] On room service?
Wyatt, what are you talking about?
[Laughs]
Nothing. I just...
just thinking out loud, you know?
Nothing.
Forget about it.
[People laughing and chattering]
[Classical piano music playing]
MAN: Ha ha! What's she doing with that lunger?
Ha ha!
Hey.
Is that "Old Dog Tray"?
That sounds like "Old Dog Tray" to me.
DOC: Pardon?
You know, Stephen Foster--
"Oh! Susanna"...
"De Camptown Races. "
Stephen stinkin' Foster.
Oh, yes. Well...
this happens to be a nocturne.
A which?
You know...
Frederic fucking Chopin.
[Kate laughs]
Mmm.
Oh, yea.
Boy, I feel great.
I feel...
just capital.
[Laughs]
Unh!
Aah!
[Laughs]
WOMAN: Aah!
Aah!
[Laughs]
[Gunshots continue]
Do you see what's going on in the street?
Somebody's got to do something.
CLUM: Well, I believe you're the sheriff..
No, no, no. This is not county business.
This is a town matter. Marshal?
CURLY BILL: Yaah!
[Laughs]
[Gunshot]
What don't you just leave it alone?
No. I, uh...
I got to do something.
[Curly Bill howls]
CURLY BILL: Waah!
Here's your down card.
CURLY BILL: Ow-ooh!
[Howls]
Unh!
Argh!
[Gunshots]
Curly Bill!
Come on, now.
Why, howdy, Fred.
[Laughs]
WHITE: Hand those over, Curly.
Hand them over.
Why, sure, Dad.
[Laughs]
I'm only funnin'.
[Laughs]
Here you go.
Uhh!
Uhh.
Fred?
Come on, now, Fred.
MAN: He got old Fred White.
MAN: He shot the marshal!
WYATT: Better get him off the street.
MAN: Fred White's dead! They Killed him!
WYATT: All right, back off.
-Get a rope. -String him up!
Nobody's hanging anybody.
MAN: He just Killed a man.
He'll stand trial for it. Now get back. Move!
Turn him loose.
MAN: He said to turn loose of him.
WYATT: Well, I'm not...
so go home.
I swear to God, law dog...
if you don't step aside, we'll tear you apart.
WYATT: All right.
You die first, get it?
Your friends might get me in a rush...
but not before I make your head into a canoe.
You understand me?
He's bluffing. Let's rush him.
No. He ain't bluffing.
You're not as stupid as you look, lke.
Now tell them to get back.
IKE: Go on, now. Get back.
Go on! Billy!
He'll kill me.
And you, music lover..
you're next.
[Laughs] The drunk piano player.
BILLY: You're so drunK you can't hit nothing.
In fact...
you're probably seeing double.
I have two guns--
one for each of you.
All right, break it up now!
[People chattering]
Go home now.
MAN: Come on.
MAN: All right, come on.
I'll see you soon.
BlLLY: We'll meet again.
Well...
as you can see...
never a dull moment.
[Curly Bill laughs]
WYATT: 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?
Heh. Hell, who cares. None of my business anyway.
Ready to go, Milt?
MORGAN : God, I love this game.
You know, boys, when we're finally set...
we gotta each have a billiard room in our houses.
Been thinking.
Maybe we ought to open up a place of our own.
You know?
There's the real money. Build it up.
MilK it, sell it off. for a bundle...
and breeze out of this burg with more money than Croesus...
and ready to live like kings.
What do you think, Virg?
Virg?
Why don't you and me take a walk around town...
see if we can't spot us 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.
Pretty fun, too, isn't it?
Kinda, actually. I gotta admit.
Excuse me, Wyatt, do you have a moment?
Please, will you just hear me out?
MORGAN: Hold on, Mayor. He already told you no.
WYATT: 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 men are making a lot of money in this town.
That's good. Good for you.
In the meantime...
a lot of decent people are suff.ering.
But please, don't let me take up...
any more of your precious time.
Rack 'em.
[Pool cues clatter]
I tell ya, I'm sufferin'...
from a hangover.
[Billiard balls colliding]
[People chattering]
[Gunfire]
[Man yells]
[Woman screams]
[Gunfire]
[Horse neighs]
[Gunshot]
[Yelling and arguing]
[Hammer banging]
[Yelling continues]
MAN: Come on, you can't do this!
Hold on a minute! Wait a minute!
Calm down and listen to me.
Nobody's saying you can't own a gun.
Nobody's even saying you can't carry a gun.
All we're saying is you can't carry a gun in town.
[Crowd yells and argues]
VIRGIL: That's not so bad, is it?
MAN: Yeah!
SECOND MAN: Cowboys are rustling our herds!
Listen, Mayor, I have to talk to you about this.
No, we don't have to talk. You can read, can't you?
It's a town matter, not county.
WYATT: What the hell are you doing?
I told you we weren't gettin' involved.
You got us involved when you brought us here.
You hold on a minute, Virg!
Hold on, nothing.
I walk around this town...
and look these people in the eye...
it's just like someone's slapping me in the face.
These people are afraid to walk down the street...
and I'm trying to make money off them...
Iike some goddamned vulture.
If we're gonna have a future in this town...
it's gotta have some law and order.
Please, Virg, don't do this to me.
It's got nothing to do with you, Wyatt!
Nothing to do with me?
I'm your brother, for Christ's sake!
God, I don't believe this!
Talk to him, will ya, 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 you.
For the first time in our lives...
we've got a chance to stop wandering...
and finally be a family.
Now this is trouble we don't need.
You saw what happened to Fred White.
We know what we're doing, Wyatt.
Fine. Say you're right.
Say you don't get yourself killed.
There's something else.
All those years I worKed those cow towns...
I was only ever mixed up in one shooting.
Just one.
But a man lost his life, and I took it.
You don't Know how that feels, Morgan.
Believe me, boy, you don't ever want to know.
Not ever.
Didn't even make a dent, did l?
[Gun belt jingles] All right.
You're both making a big mistake.
[Door closes]
[Singing] The sunshine
That brightened the 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?
Won't you thinK of the valley...
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.
I know. And nobody can make him.
[Coughs] Wyatt, just in time.
Pull up a chair.
Doc.
Been hittin' it awful hard, haven't you?
[Slurring] Nonsense.
I've not yet begun to defile myself.
I was wonderin' if maybe you wouldn't want to go--
I will not be pawed at, thank you very much.
That's right.
Doc can go on day and night and then some.
[Spits]
That's my loving man.
Have another one, my loving man.
I'm in.
Hey. Loving man.
You've been called.
Oops.
What is that, now?
That 1 2 hands in a row, Holliday?
Son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky.
[Money rustles]
Why, lke, whatever do you mean?
Take it easy, boys.
Maybe poker's just not your game, lke.
I know. Let's have a spelling contest.
How 'bout if I just wring your scrawny neck?
-Uh-uh-uh. -Enough, lke.
Are you takin' his part? Huh?
I'm the one got cheated!
You goddamn pimps!
You're all in it together.
Nobody's in anything, lke. You're drunk.
Go on home and sleep it off.
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 your goddamn pimp's heart out.
You understand me, you pimp?
Don't you threaten me, you little son of a bitch.
WYATT: All right, all right.
Come on, easy, Virg. Easy.
You just go on home and forget about it, lke.
I ain't gonna forget nothin'.
DOC: Well, that certainly was a bust.
Come, darlin'.
Let's seek our entertainment elsewhere.
WYATT: Forget it, Virg. Go on, get some fresh air.
[Doc coughing]
[Coughing]
What's wrong, Doc?
Nothin'. Not a thing.
I'm right as the mail.
WYATT: Doc? Doc!
All right, get him up.
Let's get him to the hotel.
What's wrong with him?
MlLT: Lunger.
Well, I hope you die.
Gimme my guns.
My rifle. Goddamn bastards.
Think they can cheat me.
Nobody cheated you, lke. Just go home.
Don't take no mouth from no bartenders, neither.
There, you see?
Give somebody a rap on the beard...
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--Unh!
Pick these guns up.
Come on.
[Crickets chirping]
[Horse whinnies]
[Sighs]
[Glass rattles]
All right, Mattie. What about this?
I need it.
At least you admit it.
Admit what?
Admit what, Wyatt?
I'm an opium fiend?
No, no, I just said I needed it.
I need something to keep me warm at night--
All right. I know--
You know nothing.
[Ragged breathing]
I see you smile sometimes, Wyatt.
I even see you laugh, but there's no light...
in your smile for me, Wyatt, and I get so cold.
[Sobbing]
Oh...no...
What's between you and that woman?
All right. Mattie...Mattie...
-No! No! -I promise you, l--
-No! -I can make this right.
-No! -I swear I can.
Will you go to her...
and tell her, right in front of me...
right out loud so I can hear you...
tell her she's nothing?
Tell her she's nobody, she's just dirt!
Will you do that?
[Sobbing]
[Ragged breathing]
Now just...Ieave me alone.
[Sobbing]
[Keys jangle]
Come on, lke.
Come on!
Ike, can you walk?
-Give lke back his guns. -Not till he sobers up.
Wearin' that badge don't make you right.
Who 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 right now.
God damn it.
You're gonna bleed.
You got a fight comin'. Comin' today.
Bastards. It's comin'!