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 días, señor 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!
Look out. Get out of my way.
Take them down to the house, Jack.
Allie, don't let him move too much.
Wyatt, I'm taking you in.
Easy, Morg.
- Where's Virg and Doc? - Don't try and talk.
- James, where's the doctor? - Down yonder.
Wyatt, I'm gonna have to arrest you.
Get him to the house. I'm not gonna be arrested today, Johnny!
Not by you and not by anybody else.
In the name of God, Wyatt, there's been enough blood today.
- Are you all right? - I'm okay, Josie.
- You go home now, you hear? - I want to stay...
Go home. It might not be over.
Would you see her home?
Ms. Marcus, Wyatt's right.
They murdered them! Them Earps shot them down in cold blood!
Ike's been in here all morning threatening to kill them.
It was a fair fight!
Everybody who's not family, get out.
Allie, clear this chair for her.
Don't tell me what to do in my own home.
Men may be coming into town to kill us all today.
It's not important what you think of me. We have to cooperate with each other.
So clear the goddamn chair!
What happened to her?
This. A lot of it.
Oh, Lord.
Come on, Mattie.
Everybody by the house, Jack.
It's your fault this happened!
I wanted to get away from here, but he wouldn't leave you.
You and your precious brothers. Damn you to hell, Wyatt Earp!
Here we are.
One big happy family.
- Wyatt? - John.
- What are you doing here with him? - I'm here as your friend.
We have warrants for you, Doc, Morgan, and Virgil for the crime of murder.
Your brothers can stay here until they recover...
but he's here to bring you in.
Behan was afraid if he came down here with his deputies, there'd be bloodshed.
Johnny's not as dumb as I thought.
Wyatt, the warrants are legal.
I won't let them use the law to kill me and my family, John.
- I won't allow that. - What'll it take, Wyatt?
I need to know my family is safe.
You boys are finally treating me the way I deserve to be treated.
- Let's drop him, Jack. - You got it.
Easy, now. Ain't no fire.
I don't want to go to no hotel.
We're all going, Mattie.
Where's my medicine? Did you take my medicine?
I want my medicine.
Allie. Help her.
- Mattie, calm down, dear. - What?
Tell me, what is it?
- You got somebody on the roof? - No.
All right, put somebody up there, Sherm.
No!
You son of a bitch. You've brought your whore.
You think I haven't heard?
You think I haven't heard them laughing at me behind my back.
Wyatt and his Heeb whore!
I won't stay under the same roof with that.
Don't you talk about me!
Who is she? I'm your wife.
God damn it, that's enough!
- Wyatt, I told you this would happen. - Both of you!
I'm your wife. I am.
Quiet, everyone.
Quiet, please.
In view of the controversies between the Earps, Clantons and the McLaurys...
and the quarrel the night before between Isaac Clanton and John Holliday...
I am of the opinion that the defendant, Virgil Earp, as chief of police...
subsequently calling upon his brothers and John Holliday to assist him...
in arresting and disarming the Clantons and the McLaurys...
committed an injudicious and censurable act.
No!
Yet when you consider the existence of a law-defying element in our midst...
and consider the many threats that have been made against the Earps...
I can attach no criminality to his unwise act.
Moreover, the evidence taken before me in this case would not, in my judgment...
warrant a conviction of the defendants by trial of jury...
of any offense whatever.
I order the defendants to be released.
A blind man could have made that shot.
Now you're gonna have to show me something.
Look who don't know if he's coming or going.
You're just in time to watch me whip Bob's ass...
for, what, 50th time?
Wyatt, maybe you can answer a question that's been dogging me for years.
What's that?
How come Morgan's the only Earp who's completely full of shit?
The whole family wants to know the answer to that one.
Get down. Hide yourself. Find a gun.
We sent for the doctor and Lou, Wyatt.
It's gonna be all right, Morg.
Go find James and Virgil Earp.
Marshal Earp, you got to come quick!
It's your brother Morgan.
- What's wrong? - He's at Hatch's. Hurry.
They got me, Wyatt.
Don't let them get you.
You're not gonna die on me, Morg. I won't let you.
Set my legs out straight.
They are, Morg.
It won't be long now.
- Where's Lou? - She's coming.
I heard gunfire. Let's see what's going on.
No.
How is he?
You can see for yourself.
He wants to take my arm.
Don't let him cut it off.
You heard him, Doc.
Either way he's gonna be a cripple, if he doesn't bleed to death.
At least I'll be a two-armed corpse.
Virg, please.
You never mind. I still got one good arm to hug you with.
Where's Morgan?
Careful.
I don't want them taking a shot at you.
I'm so sorry, Wyatt.
I loved that boy...
like he was my own little brother.
What do you want to do?
Kill them all.
- Just hold it right there. - I was just going in.
Nobody's going in there.
I'm here to see Wyatt Earp.
Who's here to see Wyatt Earp?
It's all right.
I've come to help bring Morgan home to Ma and Pa in California.
I'm glad you're here, Warren.
- It's time to go now, Mattie. - Sure, sugar.
Off to California with the Earps.
You're the only brother that hasn't been shot.
That's not fair.
It's all right.
It was an accident.
If you wanna go on the train with the others, you'll have to go now.
No.
I don't know when I'll be back here.
Go to hell.
When you do come back, I'll be gone.
If you keep up with that stuff, it'll kill you.
What do you care?
I don't anymore.
John Holliday?
It's from Bob Paul in Tucson.
He says Ike Clanton, Frank Stillwell, and some of their friends are in Tucson.
They've been watching the trains.
Somebody in Tombstone told them we were coming.
Good.
We'll go as far as Tucson, get you out of the territory.
You'll stay on the train and help James and the women...
get Virgil and Morg back to California.
James and them can get Morgan back.
If you're going after the men that did this, I'm going with you.
All aboard!
James will watch the back door. You watch that one.
Anybody tries to come on, shoot them.
You murdered my brother.
No!
Yes.
It's me, Sherm.
Okay, Wyatt...
let's go.
It's all right, Virgil. That's one for Morgan.
Finish it.
- Aren't you supposed to be in by now? - Yes.
Marshal Earp, thought you'd better take a look at this.
I haven't shown it to Sheriff Behan yet.
- Your brother was a good man. - I'm grateful, Albert.
They got a warrant out for us on Stillwell already.
- I guess everybody in Tucson saw us there. - Really?
Even with you being so quiet and all?
Better collect our things and go.
See if the two Jacks will take a ride with us.
You're still a marshal around here, ain't you?
Sure. But now he's gonna be a marshal and an outlaw.
The best of both worlds, son.
I missed you.
I want you to go home to your folks in San Francisco.
When I can, I'll come and get you.
When will that be?
I have some men I have to see.
I don't know where that'll take me.
I'll be expecting you every day.
- I'm broke. You know that. - It doesn't matter.
There's nothing left to hold you here.
There's...
I was gonna say my family.
I'll be your family, Wyatt.
I'll give you children.
We'll make our own place where no one will find us.
And I won't die on you.
I swear it.
You were right, Josie.
We stayed too long.
You couldn't have been trying to arrest him.
Not with close to 20 bullet holes in his body.
No, I wasn't trying to arrest him.
I don't know what to say to that.
This is my will, John.
I've named you as executor. Not that there's much left.
This is not a jungle, Wyatt.
- We have laws. - Yes, we do.
If those men think they can hide behind those laws...
then they've missed their guess.
Goodbye, John.
I want to see you.
Johnny, you're not careful, you'll see me once too often.
Looking for Pete Spence.
He no here. Go to Tombstone.
How about the one they call Indian Charlie?
Something bothering you?
What makes you so sure Ringo, Spence, and Curly Bill...
are with this pack we're trailing now?
- They're up here all right. - How do you know?
- That's what Texas Jack's friend told me. - Maybe he's wrong.
Maybe it's just a bunch of ordinary rustlers out about their business.
You gonna shoot all of them, too?
You're free to take off whenever you want.
Go to hell.
You can't get what you want, Wyatt.
You can't kill them all.
Look, I'm dead anyway.
So if you want to go out in a blaze of glory...
I'm with you.
But if you want to live...
What do you want me to do, forget about it?
Just wait.
Get out of Arizona for a while.
Make them think it's over.
Then we'll come back later. We'll pick them off one at a time.
You need to go to Colorado.
One of those sanitariums in the mountains.
I'll go...
if you'll take me.
You've been a good friend to me, Doc.
Shut up.
Johnny Ringo!
Wyatt, let's get out of here!
Show me where our gold is, Wyatt.
Point it out.
Right there.
That doesn't look so tough.
No, I imagine we can pick most of it up in just a day's excursion out of Nome.
The problem will be lugging it back to town.
What are we gonna do with all our money?
We'll buy you a new suit. You could use one.
Excuse me. I'm sorry to bother, but are you by any chance Wyatt Earp?
My name's Francis O'Rourke.
I believe you saved my uncle's life one time in Tombstone, Arizona.
That's the story my father told us many times. Believe me.
- This is my wife, Josie. - It's an honor, ma'am.
I'm afraid my husband has saved so many lives.
It's hard for him to keep track of them all.
You'd remember this if the story's true.
My uncle's name was Tommy O'Rourke.
They called him Tommy Behind-the-Deuce.
I thought so. I guess my father's story is true.
He said my uncle killed a mining man named Schneider in a card game.
This Schneider fellow was very popular, and pretty soon a lynch mob had formed.
They were coming down to jail to take Tommy out and string him up.
Marshal Earp, give me a gun!
For God's sake, let me protect myself!
If I hear one more sound out of you, I'm gonna help them do it.
It seems your brothers were off...
collecting renegade Indians in another town.
You were all alone.
They were shouting that they ought to shoot you...
and take Tommy with them.
Finally, when they quieted down, you said:
Nice mob you got here.
- I said, we want Tommy O'Rourke! - Yeah!
Get set for disappointment, 'cause you're not gonna get him.
- He killed one of my men. - He killed a man!
He'll stand trial for that.
You arrogant son of a bitch. You think you can stop all of us?
You boys can get me.
That won't be any problem with all the guns you got here.
But I'm taking 10 or 12 of you with me.
Starting with you, Dick Gird. And you, McGee.
Maybe you, too, Harvey.
So if any of you want Tommy...
and you want me...
come up front with these brave men.
We'll all go together.
Anyway, that's what my father told us.
What happened to your Uncle Tommy?
He was shot dead up at Omaha in '87.
Guess he wasn't worth saving.
Anyway, it's an honor, Mr. Earp, sir.
Ma'am.
Some people say it didn't happen that way.
Never mind them, Wyatt. It happened that way.