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You have to keep in mind that in the late 1880's,
the legal system was still finding its way.
Substantial evidence was hard to come by.
If you falsely convicted a man, there could be hell to pay.
Much of the time, that hell rained down on you
from the other family members.
The same could be said if you let a guilty man go free.
No matter what the verdict was,
someone was just not gonna be happy.
It is my job to see that justice is served.
That's what a judge must do.
No matter what others say,
I think I've done a damn good job.
Now what goes down outside of my courtroom,
I have no control over.
And I'm sorry, but I just can't lose sleep over that.
Now, I wasn't there on March 18, 1882,
so I'll never be able to tell you what actually happened.
Reports vary. Investigations were conducted.
I can only listen to the testimony
and work from the facts at hand.
A man was brutally murdered. That, there is no doubt.
Unfortunately that also tends to happenin Tombstone.
It is the responsible party or parties that is in question.
But as I've said, a judge can only go by the facts at hand
and then he must, well, use his best judgment.
Shoot.
Please don't!
Elizabeth, you need to stop firing that gun.
You want to get us killed out here?
But there's nobody around.
You don't know that.
Anyone could be hiding in them mountains.
A man from Indiana afraid of Indians.
Indians are only one of my concerns.
Don't you read the papers? The town of Tombstone
isn't the friendliest place in America.
Don't you remember hearing about them street killings?
I think four or five people died near that corral.
It's a dangerous place, Liz,
and we're only a few miles away from it.
Yeah, well, that was like a year ago.
Five months ago.
And people are still getting shot out here.
Well, that's exactly why I brought this gun.
Can't really protect myself if I don't know how to use it.
Liz, stop that!
You don't need to protect yourself.
That's what your husband is here for.
Okay, so take your shot.
Show me your expert marksmanship.
Honey, I grow things for a living.
I don't destroy them.
And you know I don't believe in firearms.
Oh, that's right.
This is an imaginary gun that I'm holding.
I just wish you weren't holding it.
Having a gun is just asking for trouble.
Sometimes trouble comes around
whether you're asking for it or not.
I guess that depends on who's on the other side of that barrel.
Remind me why I married you again.
I think it had something to do with my good looks
and charming disposition.
Nah. See, I don't think that was it.
I think I just like having someone around
to carry my bags for me.
You just wait till I get you alone.
Looks like we're alone right now.
Is that an invitation, Mrs. Cooley?
No. You said there might be Indians watching us.
And since when do you listen to anything I have to say?
Ever since I said, "I do."
Get your cotton-pickin' hands off my baby sister!
Millard! Oh, my God! Is that you?
Elizabeth.
[sighs] You made it!
Yeah, I figured if you could come all this way from Indiana,
I could make it down here from Oregon.
I haven't seen you since you left Missouri.
It was, what, like... ten years ago?
Something like that. When Dad remarried.
I think you were six or seven.
I've grown up a lot since then, huh?
Yes, you have. Is this the lucky man?
Depends on what day you ask her.
Oh, now, Joe, you know I'd say you're a lucky man
any day of the week.
But ask me if I'm a lucky gal and that answer may vary.
You married a handful.
And nobody warned me.
Sorry about that. Millard.
Joseph. Pleasure to finally meet you.
Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't make the wedding.
I'm sorry you missed the funerals.
Yeah.
I tried to make it. I really did. I just...
Did Jack make it up from Texas?
He did, actually. It was really nice to see him.
How's he doing?
He's well, real well.
Hey, where's this ranch I keep hearing about, huh?
When the stagecoach dropped us off,
the driver told us it was supposed to be around here.
Yeah, it is. It's right up there.
I just got down from there.
I heard some gunshots and figured it could be Frank.
Did you hear them?
That'll be my wife.
The least dangerous shooter in the west.
Just because I cannot hit trees and rocks
does not mean I can't hit a moving target.
Don't do that.
Guns aren't toys, Elizabeth. Someone could get hurt.
That's what I keep trying to tell her.
What a bunch of scaredy-cats.
Let's just go back to the ranch.
Need help?
- With my bags or my wife? - The bags.
I have yet to learn how to handle a headstrong woman.
Here.
Well, then you might be the lucky one.
And now, as they say, is where we introduce
the Honorable Judge Wells Spicer.
If you haven't guessed by now, that happens to be me.
While taking coroner D.M. Mathew's inquest
into consideration
concerning the facts of Morgan Earp's untimely death
at Campbell and Hatch's billiard parlor
late last night, I--
[crowd yelling]
- [bangs gavel] - Order!
Order in the court, please!
Unfortunately, it does not provide proof
of the man or men who pulled the trigger.
And concerning Pete Spence's wife, Marietta Duarte,
in regards to her testimony,
the defense is absolutely correct.
A spouse can not testify against her husband
under any circumstances.
Therefore, due to lack of substantial evidence,
this court deems that all charges
must be dropped against the defendants.
You are free to go. Case dismissed.
Now, I know the Earps were not pleased by my decision,
but the law is the law.
Pete Spence was free to go back to his ranch,
but I think he might have been too scared to leave.
When your enemies are the Earps,
you can be in a heap of trouble.
And sometimes even the law can't protect you.
So this is Frank's place, huh?
No. It's his partner Pete Spence's place.
But neither of them are here yet.
Is anybody here?
- Just me. - [door closes]
Elizabeth?
Elizabeth Stilwell?
Cooley.
It's Elizabeth Cooley now.
And this is my husband Joseph.
Well, hell.
It's nice to finally meet you in person after all these years.
You, too...
Father.
I have to say I had my doubts you'd show.
I had my doubts, too. Millard helped convince me.
Is your brother Jack coming?
No. He's stuck in Fort Stockton in Texas.
He's a scout for General Davidson now.
Yeah. He did good for himself.
Makes me happy.
Jack was a smart boy. He knew what he wanted and left.
So where's Frank?
Well, he was already gone by the time we arrived.
Said he has something to take care of in Tucson.
He should be along in a day or so.
You look a little concerned.
Well, I heard some rumors
that Frank had had some problems recently
with the Earp brothers in Tombstone, so...
Wyatt Earp?
You've heard of him in Indiana?
Oh, yeah.
That shootout by the O.K. Corral
is already famous in many parts of the country.
Your brother Frank was involved in that?
No. That's between the Clantons, the McLaurys, and the Earps.
Yeah, but Frank's been friends with the McLaurys
and the Clantons for a while.
And he was arrested twice last year by Virgil Earp.
Sounds like you've been in contact with Frank.
Oh, yeah, through letters.
Well, that's something.
[clears throat]
I heard about Clara...
and your mama.
I'm sorry for your loss.
My loss?
Should it be our loss?
So where is everyone?
I thought this was a wood-cutting camp?
Where are all the workers?
Must be in town for the weekend.
We arrived just yesterday, and the place was empty.
Something's wrong here.
I can feel it in my bones.
It's nice to know that you can feel something.
[chuckles]
So is that what this reunion of yours is all about?
You waited 18 years to tell me I was a bad father?
Well, guess what, little girl.
I already knew that.
I just did what was best for both of us, that's all.
You think divorcing my mother was best for all of us?
Not having me around was.
And not having me in your life was.
Yeah, you may not realize it,
but it was a blessing in disguise, baby.
Believe me.
So I heard your mama remarried.
Isaac Wiseman. Eight years ago when I was ten.
Isaac Wiseman?
Hmm.
Was she happy?
Very.
Well, good for Charlotte.
She deserved to marry someone who could make her happy.
I sure as hell couldn't anymore.
I think she missed her boys, though.
Well, we had an agreement, young lady.
When we divorced, I gave her the land,
I gave her the girls, I took the boys.
It was a good deal for everybody involved.
I'm not gonna apologize to you or anyone else for that.
All right, all right.
Why don't we all go inside and have ourselves a drink?
I'm sure everyone's a little weary from their travels.
We all got a week to get better acquainted.
And, Pa, don't forget.
Elizabeth and Joseph just got hitched.
This is a celebration, right?
It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Stilwell.
Please just give her some time.
Liz's been looking forward to this day for quite a while now,
especially after Charlotte passed away.
I really think she wants to get to know you, sir.
She lost half her family this past year.
I knew this was a mistake.
Not to mean any disrespect,
but I sincerely hope you're wrong, sir.
I better go make sure she gets settled in.
I can't stay here.
Come on, Pa. He's right.
We knew this would be a bit awkward.
I'm not talking about your sister. I meant your brother.
I've gotta find him.
Frank? You're really worried about him?
Yeah.
He can take care of himself.
Get my horse. I'm riding to Tucson. I can make it.
That's over 70 miles away.
It's all right.
Well, you're not going alone.
We can't both go, not right after your sister's arrived.
Yeah, I agree.
I'll ride into Tombstone.
That should take, what, two, three hours,
and then I'll hop on the railroad to Tucson.
Shouldn't take more than two days.
Pa, are you leaving
'cause you're really concerned about Frank
or is it just you don't wanna deal with this reunion?
You want a straight answer?
- Yeah. - Both.
Running away ain't gonna solve nothing.
How old are you now, son?
23.
Talk to me again about this in 15 years, all right?
You plan on shooting someone?
I never plan on it.
What do I tell Elizabeth about your sudden departure?
- Tell her the truth. - And what's that?
Make it up.
Elizabeth?
Liz?
Elizabeth? Liz?
Liz.
You all right?
Yeah, I'm fine.
He's the one who's not all right.
What did you expect?
I don't know. A hug maybe.
Any kind of emotional response at all would've been nice.
You really wanted a hug from a man you never met until today?
- He's my father, Joe. - No, no, he's not.
He's just a man who impregnated your mother.
He doesn't know you at all.
I know. I was kinda hoping I could change that.
In five minutes?
No, course not. But he didn't even try.
You put him on the spot.
The man's almost 60 years old.
He's not just gonna open up to you suddenly
and you guys are gonna have this bond together.
I know.
Maybe this whole meeting was a mistake.
I'm sorry. Is that's funny?
No. It's just that's exactly what he said
after you went inside.
Hmm. So this is a "like father, like daughter" kind of thing?
No. Just seems you guys are both pretty stubborn.
When you set your mind on something,
there's no stopping you.
He seems to be the same way.
You think that's a good thing or a bad thing?
It's the reason why I married you.
What are some of the other reasons?
Well, let's see.
Your endless search for compliments, for one.
That's adorable.
Shut up!
Make me.
- [thud] - [man groans]
[Elizabeth gasps]
What is it?
- Did you shoot him? - No!
He came out them trees and collapsed at our feet.
We didn't touch him.
You think he's dead?
No. Looks like he's been shot though.
He looks like an Indian.
I think he's a half-breed.
Is he alone?
Who's out there?
Is anyone there?
Hey, where's Father?
He left.
What do you mean, he left?
I think it's best we go inside.
May not be safe out here.
I agree.
What about him? We can't just leave him out here.
Yes, we can.
He's hurt, Joe!
He's not our problem, Liz.
He's somebody's problem.
That wound doesn't look self-inflicted.
We have to bring him inside. He could bleed to death.
Let him!
Elizabeth is right.
We leave him out here, he could die.
Come on.
Now, I must reiterate,
Indian Charlie was only a suspect
in the Morgan Earp murder.
When Pete Spence was freed,
I had to free everyone else as well.
I cannot keep a man in jail no matter what color or creed
if I don't have the evidence to hold him.
So the fate of Indian Charlie and all those around him
is not, and I repeat, not my responsibility.
This is a bad idea.
And letting a man die is your version of a good idea?
A man doesn't get a wound like this unless he's done something.
Something I don't think any of us want to be involved in.
He may work here. Frank told us that Pete Spence
employs many half-breeds up here.
Doing what?
Cutting wood, of course.
That's what this place is. A wood-cutting camp.
What are you doing?
I'm trying to bandage the wound so he doesn't bleed to death.
What do you mean my father left?
He's riding to Tombstone.
Why?
To locate Frank and bring him back here.
Ten minutes after meeting me, and he's already gone.
I should've known.
He's coming back. With Frank.
It's what you wanted, isn't it? A real family reunion?
I don't know. A real family would've been better.
We'll start our own family, Liz. You don't need them.
This don't concern you, Joe.
This is about blood.
Oh, God.
What's that about?
[chuckles]
Joe doesn't like the sight of blood.
It, uh, makes him unwell.
You married a real winner there.
No. You don't get to do that.
You can't come in here and judge me and my life decisions.
You weren't around to earn that privilege.
I didn't choose nothing when Ma and Pa separated.
I was four years old at the time.
All I remember was a lot of yelling and a lot of crying.
That may be, Millard, but I've seen you, what,
two, maybe three times in my entire life.
That's two or three times more than Frank and Pa.
At least I made an effort.
Barely.
You know, it works both ways, Liz.
I know.
Ma wouldn't allow it.
And now that I met my father, I completely understand why.
You can't say that. You don't even know the man.
He's not the only one.
Who do you think he is anyway?
I don't know.
But your husband may be right.
I don't know if we can trust him.
I checked all the windows.
See anything?
Nah. I think he came alone.
Yeah, but where from?
When a case is dismissed, I never look back.
I do not regret my decisions. I'm an honest judge.
I have never taken a bribe or been swayed by public opinion,
though, again, others may disagree.
People must live with my decision
and one should never take the law into their own hands.
When that happens, only chaos and regret follow.
Ahem. Pardon me.
I'm looking for someone.
A lot of someones in this town, old timer.
Well, he's my son.
Ever heard a man they call Frank Stilwell?
Everyone's heard of Frank Stilwell.
Especially today.
He's in the papers.
Is that a fact?
I don't read too good.
You know where these men are now?
I don't know about Frank,
but I got wind that Pete Spence turned himself in
to Marshal Behan's jailhouse this morning.
Why would he do that if he'd been freed of the charges?
Why do you think? For protection.
The Earps ain't gonna be none too happy
when they hear about the results of the trial.
That is, if they ain't heard about it already.
Yeah, they probably have.
So you know where the Earps are now?
Word is...
they're putting their brother's body, Morgan, on a train
and sending it to their family homestead in Colton.
They all might be in Tucson by now.
All right. When's the next train to Tucson?
You think it's safe to be out here?
I think I can take care of myself.
Where's Elizabeth?
She's inside making lunch.
Is she a good cook?
Good enough for me.
What about, uh...
Oh, he's still out.
What if he don't wake up?
Well, I suppose we'll have to bury him.
Maybe your father had the right idea.
Maybe we should all go back into town.
It's a long walk.
About 15 miles or so.
Your stagecoach doesn't get here for another two days,
and Father took the only horse.
You don't have a horse?
Horse tripped on the way down here.
Broke his leg, so I had to put him down.
We might have to do the same thing with that Indian inside.
You got a problem with redskins, Joe?
I think it's more like they got a problem with us.
Why would you say that?
We took their land, didn't we?
I didn't take nothing. I worked for everything I got.
What do you do?
Well, in Oregon, there's really only one thing to do,
and that's raise cattle.
I move cattle day in and day out. What about you?
Well, I plan on having a big family with Liz.
Thinking about moving to Oklahoma,
get some land, build a house,
become a farmer like my dad.
Sounds lovely.
Well, what about you? You got a girl, children?
Nope, no children. Got a lot of girls though.
So you're not planning on settling down anytime soon.
The Stilwells ain't very good at sitting still,
if you haven't figured that out by now.
Sort of ironic, isn't it?
I mean, because of your last name: Stilwell.
I'd say.
Three brothers, all of them still single.
That sure says something.
I see Dad has been quite the role model for you.
Well, how are you doing, sis, on this glorious day?
Lunch is almost ready.
Well, thank you kindly.
So look, I've decided that there will be no more arguing.
From this point on, we're gonna pretend to be a happy family.
Hmm, really?
That's what you two have been up here discussing?
We're just getting better acquainted.
Don't you mean pretending to get better acquainted?
You check on our sleeping guest?
Yeah, about 10 minutes ago. No change.
Well, we were just discussing
if he don't wake up anytime soon,
you can go ahead and cook him for dinner.
I hear they taste like buffalo.
That is not funny, Joseph.
Yeah, that joke is in bad taste.
Get it? Bad taste?
- Drop guns. - Drop the knife!
You hurt my wife, and I'll kill you!
I'll kill you!
Why are you doing this? We helped you.
I helped bandage this wound.
You took away my guns.
I took your guns! Me, not her!
Why?
'Cause we don't even know who you are.
We were afraid you were gonna do something like this!
Who are you? Why are you here?
We are here to meet up with Frank Stilwell.
- You come to kill Frank? - Of course not! I'm his sister.
And I'm his brother, Millard Stilwell.
Don't shoot. I'm sorry. I make mistake.
There's a whole lot of mistakes going around here.
Who are you?
Florentino Cruz.
But everybody calls me Indian Charlie.
- Why are you here? - I work for Pete.
Pete Spence. Pete and I good friends of Frank.
How'd you get that wound on your leg?
I think he can tell us over lunch.
Come on.
It's good, ma'am. Thank you.
So, Charlie, where you coming from?
Tombstone.
And what business did you have up there?
I was hired to do a job.
What kind of job?
Frank never talk about his family.
Like father, like son.
We kind of went our separate ways over the years.
Our parents divorced in 1863.
Frank know you coming up to see him?
Mh-hmm. We've been in contact through letters.
Shouldn't we be asking him the questions?
Joe's right. It's your turn, Charlie.
Who shot you?
Not sure, but I think it was an Earp.
Maybe Wyatt Earp.
Why would Wyatt Earp be shooting at you?
I friends with your brother, and I work for Pete Spence.
What does the Earp have against our brother?
That is long story.
Well, we have a lot of time.
Earps have been after Frank and Pete since last year.
Were they involved in that shooting at the O.K. Corral?
No, but they are friends with the McLaurys, who were there.
Since when is being friends with someone a crime?
The Earps have had trouble with Frank and Pete before.
Last September, Virgil and Wyatt Earp
arrested Frank and Pete for a stagecoach robbery.
Frank robbed a stagecoach?
No, he didn't.
The charges were dropped and Frank was found not guilty.
Due to several witnesses who support
Frank Stilwell and Pete Spence's alibi
and insufficient evidence--
a boot print and the word "sugar"
are not enough for a conviction--
I hereby do declare Frank Stilwell and Pete Spence
not guilty of the stagecoach robbery.
- Case dismissed. - [bangs gavel]
But two weeks later,
the Earps filed federal charges against Frank and Pete.
Had to do with messing around with a mail carrier.
LIZ: But I thought you said that Frank wasn't involved in that.
He was not,
but the Earps killed a lot of people
and made a lot of enemies.
Wasn't there a trial?
The Earps were not found guilty.
After considering all the evidence and statements,
the court finds Wyatt Earp and John "Doc" Holliday
innocent of all counts of murder.
[banging gavel]
The judge was wrong, and everybody knows it.
The Earps and their friends are murderers
and must pay for their actions.
U.S. Marshal Virgil Earp has stated for the record
that both Wyatt and Doc Holliday where deputized on October 26th.
Therefore these men were acting within the letter of the law
and hereby are free of all charges.
- Case dismissed. - [bangs gavel]
What did you do, Charlie?
I did nothing. I escaped.
Escaped from what?
Two nights ago,
Wyatt Earp's brother was killed in Tombstone.
They're looking for someone to blame.
Did you do it, Charlie?
No.
Indian Charlie did not shoot anyone.
Was Frank involved?
I, uh... I'm tired. I need rest.
[bangs table] Was Frank involved? Yes or no?
I see nothing. It was dark.
Can I please go inside?
Yeah, no, yeah, of course.
Yeah, you need to rest for recovery.
Thank you, ma'am.
You're a very kind person.
Do you believe his story?
- Which part? - Any of it.
All I know is I have to get to Tombstone
and find Frank and Pa before the Earps do.
You gonna leave us alone with him?
If I was a betting man,
I'd say he's the one who murdered an Earp brother.
No. We need to stay together.
Now, the note said that Frank is in Tucson.
That's, what, 70 miles from Tombstone.
If Frank's really in Tucson,
he couldn't have had anything to do with these killings.
That's if he is in Tucson, and he stayed in Tucson.
Are you saying my brother's a killer?
I think any man who's been arrested numerous times
isn't completely innocent.
The Earps, too, were arrested for murder.
They're U.S. marshals. They got the law on their side.
Do you know how many men have hidden behind the law
to commit horrible crimes and then get away with it?
He's right.
Sometimes things aren't as black and white as they seem.
As told to you by a redneck who held a knife to your throat,
if you haven't already forgotten.
He's obviously dangerous!
He was just scared and confused.
And so am I!
So what do you propose?
We get rid of him. If he's wanted by the law,
we shouldn't be helping him hide out.
And what if he's innocent?
That's for the judge to decide, not us.
Judges don't always make the right decision.
You heard his story.
Are you referring to the release of the Earps or your brother?
You lookin' to pick a fight, I'd be happy to oblige!
Enough! We cannot jump to conclusions
based on one story that may or may not be true.
All we know is that the man was shot,
and he thinks it was Wyatt Earp who pulled the trigger.
Yeah, that's true. Why would he lie to us?
He trusts us 'cause of our relationship to Frank.
I don't have a relationship to Frank.
And neither do I.
He's your brother, Elizabeth.
Like it or not, you're family.
- Same goes for Pa. - Fine.
If that Indian is anything like Frank or your father,
it'd be another story.
But he has no relation to any of us.
He's a total stranger, and we don't have to be protecting him.
It's called being a Good Samaritan.
Not if it puts all of us in danger!
We're not in any danger. There's no one else here.
I still say that we should sit tight
and wait for Frank to return.
We have no horses,
no other means of transportation.
There's really nothing else that we can do.
Am I right?
Yeah.
As I have said, taking the law into your own hands
has never been and will never be condoned
by the legal system.
Revenge is frowned down upon.
However, if you find that you or your loved ones
are in immediate danger,
then sometimes self-defense is the only way to go.
Now, I don't rightly know what exactly happened
on the evening of March 21st at the Tucson Railroad,
except a man was killed.
That's a fact.
However, the motivation that led to that event
is in question.
[gunshots]
I can tell you this.
When a lawman hides behind the law
and commits a questionable act,
it opens up a whole can of worms and makes my job much harder.
What Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday did that night
might be justified in their own minds,
but it cannot be overlooked by the law.
A trial should have occurred. It did not.
Charlie?
Indian Charlie, are you up?
You see anyone coming?
No.
Pa rode away three days ago.
Something's happened.
How do you know?
I don't know. That's the problem.
Ain't gonna find anything out by staying here.
No sign of Frank.
No sign of Pa.
I don't like it.
You walking to Tombstone?
What choice do I have at this point?
Well, I'm coming with you.
And leave Elizabeth behind with that Indian?
No, of course not. She gonna come with.
On a 15-mile walk through the desert?
I'll carry her if I have to.
Ain't a family reunion without family around, now, is it?
- Indian Charlie's gone. - Gone? Where?
I don't know. He didn't leave a note.
He must've left early this morning or late last night.
Good. He had the right idea. We're going, too.
- To Tombstone? - It's the closest town.
You really think it's safe down there?
You think it's safe up here?
Safer than a town full of gunslingers
looking for revenge on the last name Stilwell? Yes.
You should happy you married me
and changed your last name to Cooley.
But if what Indian Charlie told us is true, then...
Frank and Pa might be in some serious trouble
or even worse by now.
Someone is coming!
Who is it?
He's right. Someone is coming.
Is it Frank?
Is it your father?
No, I don't think so.
He's too far away.
I can't make out his face.
Maybe it's Pete Spence.
No. He told us Pete Spence was in jail.
He could've gotten out by now.
You better come back inside.
Very dangerous man coming. Better shooter than all of us.
Put that ax down, Charlie.
Ain't gonna warn you again.
Ax won't help anyway.
Guns won't help.
If he starts firing, we are all dead.
Who is this man?
His name is Doc Holliday.
- So he's a doctor? - He's a killer.
Why is he coming here?
Why do you think?
Doc Holliday is best friends with Wyatt Earp.
If you mess with one of the Earp brothers,
you're gonna have to deal with him.
He can't just come in here and start shooting at people.
Virgil Earp made Wyatt Earp a deputy U.S. marshal
a few months ago.
Wyatt Earp could've deputized Doc Holliday, too.
So this Holliday, he's a lawman or a criminal?
Depends on the day.
What are we gonna do?
I guess we're gonna see what he wants.
He's heading this way.
If he knows I am here, he will kill me.
Get back in the house, Charlie.
Everybody get back to the house.
Now, just to set the record straight,
John Henry Holliday, alias "Doc" Holliday,
had indeed been deputized by Wyatt Earp,
so in that regard, he was on the side of the law.
However, and this is important,
these revenge killings were never sanctioned
or approved by the legal system,
so we are about to enter a very, shall we say, gray area
when it comes to hunting down known criminals
without proper legal representation.
Now, I'm not saying Doc Holliday is in the wrong,
nor am I saying I approve of his actions.
Unfortunately, in this particular situation,
you must... judge for yourself.
Pete Spence!
Pete!
He's looking for Pete.
I thought you said he was in jail.
That is what I heard.
I've been hearing a lot of things.
I'm gonna go see what's true.
Liz, what are you doing?
Pete!
You here?
Can I help you, mister?
I'm sorry to interrupt your day, ma'am.
Tell me where I might find Pete Spence.
I believe this is his property.
I believe you're correct.
Unfortunately, Pete's not here today.
Huh. Well, where might he be?
He may be in jail. At least that's what I've heard.
I see.
Heard by whom?
And who might you be, mister?
My name is Doc Holliday. I'm here on official business.
Oh, so you're the law of this land?
I work for the law on special occasion.
- And this is one occasion? - Indeed it is.
A man was murdered in Tombstone a few nights ago,
and I'm part of the posse to track those down responsible.
And bring them to justice?
Justice will be served, I can assure you.
Ma'am, you're not here all alone, are you?
My brother and my husband are inside.
And who might they be?
Is there a problem, honey? Who are you speaking to?
Says his name is Doc Holliday.
Oh.
What kind of doctor are you, sir?
I was a dentist in another lifetime.
And what brings you up here? Somebody got a toothache?
[chuckles] That's a good one, sir.
I've never heard that one before.
- I don't believe you. - That's 'cause I am lying.
I have heard it before so many times, in fact,
that's why I decided to quit being a dentist.
That and the money's terrible.
Gambling is a much more profitable profession.
I thought you said you were a lawman.
On special occasion, as I stated.
[coughing]
[coughing continues]
Are you okay? That doesn't sound very good.
Doc, I think you need to see a doc.
I have, and it's none of your concern.
I have a slight bit of consumption.
I believe they call it "tuberculous" nowadays.
That could be really serious.
It is. I could die at any moment
But that's none of your concern, Mr. and Mrs....
Cooley.
Joseph and Elizabeth Cooley from Indiana.
Indiana? You're a long way from home.
What brings you out to these parts?
- What are they saying? - I don't know.
Shoot him. If you have a shot, shoot him.
Nobody's shooting anybody.
If you do not, we are all dead.
I'll shoot you if you don't simmer down.
Family reunion, huh?
Well, then how y'all know Pete Spence?
We don't actually.
Is he aware you're out here?
We don't rightly know.
We expected to meet him and some others when we arrived.
When was that?
About four days ago, but I don't see how any of this
is any of your business, Deputy.
Oh, call me Doc Holliday.
Well, seeing that Pete Spence is not around,
I won't keep you any longer.
Uh, well, nice to make your acquaintance,
and, uh, have a good day.
You have a good day, too, Doc.
He's leaving.
Guess he wasn't here for you after all.
Oh. Almost forgot.
Have either one of you seen or heard from a man?
He's an Indian. A cross-breed.
Goes by the nickname "Indian Charlie."
Why do you think we'd see him?
Well, he works Pete Spence,
and we were told we might be able to find him up here.
Who told you that?
A fellow by the name of Frank Stilwell.
Frank? Did I hear you correctly?
You know Frank Stilwell?
I did, Mr...
He's my brother Millard.
Oh. Pleased to make your acquaintance.
How do you know Frank, Mr. Holliday?
I had a run-in with him in Tucson a few days ago.
He told Wyatt Earp and myself
about some of the others who participated with him
in the killing of Wyatt's brother Morgan.
Are you saying that you've got Frank in custody?
I'm afraid not, Mrs. Cooley.
Frank Stilwell is dead.
You killed my brother?
I did not, Mr. Stilwell.
Not to say that I wouldn't have done just that,
except Wyatt Earp beat me to him.
I did not know that Frank had a sister.
Neither did he.
And now he never will.
I suggest you leave, Mr. Holliday.
Well, I still haven't received an answer to my inquiry.
What's that?
Have any of you heard or seen from a man
goes by the name of Florentino Cruz
or Florentino Saiz,
also, as I said, his nickname "Indian Charlie?"
'Fraid we can't help you, Mr. Holliday.
Cannot or will not, Mr. Stilwell?
Please remember this is official business of the law.
Was the killing of my brother in the name of the law?
Indeed it was.
He fired first. It was self-defense.
Which is more than I can say for Morgan Earp,
who was gunned down,
shot in the back while playing pool.
How do you know that? Were you there?
Did you see Frank pull the trigger?
I was not. I was in my hotel.
But there's plenty of witnesses, including Wyatt Earp.
He saw everything.
And you trust Mr. Earp?
With my life.
How does this Indian Charlie fella fit in?
That's why I'm here. That's what I'm trying to find out.
Well, I'm afraid it's like my brother told you.
We can't help you.
Well, you won't mind if I search around a little bit?
This Indian Charlie is a dangerous man.
I wouldn't want to leave without knowing you all are safe.
Dragoon Mountains are in Cochise County.
Is that within your jurisdiction?
It is today.
Then I suppose we can't stop you.
You could try.
LIZ: Millard, I need your help with something!
Right now!
All right.
I'm coming.
Come here.
I wish you didn't do that, Liz.
He looks pretty sick. I could've taken him.
You know what happened to last man who thought that?
What?
He never thought anything ever again.
What are you two doing?
You just lied to the law.
That's a criminal act.
You guys want to go to jail? And for what?
- Protecting a murderer? - I did not murder anyone.
That man out there aided in the killing of our brother, Joe.
Frank? Frank is dead?
A brother she's not even met. Probably deserved what he got.
Stop it!
You have no right to say that about Frank!
I'm getting fed up with you judging a man you never met!
Fighting amongst ourselves is not getting us anywhere!
We have to remember who's out there.
And he's not leaving.
This is why I said we should turn this man over to him,
let the legal system handle it.
Doc Holliday did not come here to take me to jail.
You send me out there,
he will kill me just like the 30 men before me.
If it's in the name of the law--
It was not!
Doc is not a lawman.
He may have a badge, but he does not follow it.
Do any of you know this man's history?
He is a cold-blooded killer.
I have heard the stories.
He killed a man over a game of cards.
Gutted him with a knife right at the table
just for looking at cards.
Shot another, a U.S. Army scout on the street
for being drunk and interrupting his game.
And in 1880, when he first came to Tombstone,
he shot Milt, the saloon owner, in the hand
and the bartender in the foot.
He was drunk.
But if that's true, then why wasn't he arrested?
Hah! He was.
17 times before the O.K. Corral killings.
Then why didn't he go to jail?
He escaped or was released for lack of evidence
just like Frank, Pete, and I were.
But you say that you're innocent and that he's guilty.
Yeah. Why should we believe that?
And why believe him?
He's the one that killed your wife's brother.
I was Frank's friend.
So you say.
You send me out there now,
you might as well shoot me yourselves.
So what's our alternative?
We kill Doc Holliday?
I'm definitely considering it. It's four against one.
We have the advantage here, and he's right out in the open.
It's an easy shot.
- Except for one thing. - What's that?
We're not killers.
That's true for most of us.
That's it. I'm getting to the bottom of this.
Where are you going?
I'm going to talk to the man.
Alone.
Now you two stay here and keep an eye on Charlie.
When I get back, I'm gonna know better what to do.
Wait.
Think about this.
If he's on a vendetta, then none of us are safe.
He may be planning on killing the entire Stilwell family.
Then I guess it's a good thing I'm no longer a Stilwell.
Your father saw to that the day he divorced my mother.
If that's how you feel, then what was this reunion all about?
To fix something that was broken 18 years ago.
But I see that's impossible now. People don't change.
They just get worse with age.
What are you hoping to accomplish by talking to him?
We've all been sitting back listening to the legend.
It's about time someone met him.
Did you make her this way?
Oh, no.
As far as I can tell, she was born like that.
You think I wanted to come on this trip?
It was all her idea!
Now, while this was going on,
I want you to know that I was not just sitting back
and letting the Earps and Doc Holliday
run buckshot over the entire justice system.
I issued a warrant for the murder at the Tucson railroad.
Charges were filed. A posse was sent out
to bring in Wyatt and Doc Holliday.
They were wanted for questioning.
I did my job, but they did not listen.
When a U.S. marshal does not obey the letter of the law,
there is a serious problem.
They knew it. I knew it.
But it didn't matter to the Earps.
Revenge is a luxury a judge cannot afford,
and they did not see it that way.
You're probably wasting your time out here, Mr. Holliday.
I'm well aware that's a good possibility, Mrs. Stilwell.
Cooley. I'm Elizabeth Cooley now.
That's right. You're married. I'm sorry.
However, I've learned that just by changing one's name
doesn't necessarily change their disposition or their nature.
Are you trying to imply that I'm like my dead brother Frank?
Oh, no, not at all. I see plenty of differences.
Such as?
Such as he's dead, you're alive.
Male, female.
He's ugly, you're pretty. The list goes on and on.
And what would you say would be the differences
between Frank and someone like yourself, Mr. Holliday?
What were the differences I think is what you meant.
Yes.
What were the differences?
Well, let me see if I can get my history correct.
Frank moved to Prescott, Arizona,
to work at the Miller ranch in 1877.
In October of that year, a newly hired cook,
a man by the name of Jesus Bega,
brought Frank a cup of tea instead of coffee.
An argument followed,
which resulted in Frank shooting Bega through the chest
and killing him.
Frank was acquitted on grounds of self-defense.
Then two years later,
Frank was working in a mine in Mojave County,
and he had some sort of argument over claim-jumping
with a Colonel John Van Houten.
Frank resolved that argument by taking a rock
and bashing that man's head in until he was dead.
Frank was charged with murder,
but he escaped a grand jury indictment
on the grounds of lack of evidence.
Now, in April,
Frank was hired as an assistant deputy by Sheriff Beham.
Four months later, he was fired.
Let me see if I can remember the term that they used?
I believe it was "accounting irregularities."
Soon after that,
a stagecoach was robbed by two masked men.
They took all the passengers' valuables
and a strongbox with just over $2,400 in it.
But if you say they were wearing masks,
then how do you know that Frank had anything to do
with those robberies?
DOC: Wyatt and Virgil tracked the bandits
from scene of the holdup,
and they discovered a custom boot print.
When they went to a shoe repair shop
that's known for providing extra-wide heels,
and they linked that print to good ol' Frank Stilwell.
Let's not forget three nights ago when he was involved
in the shooting of Morgan Earp in the back
while he was playing pool.
And what about you, Mr. Holliday?
I wasn't there.
That may be true, but what about the man
that you knifed down at the poker table,
or the U.S. Army scout that you gunned down in the street,
and what about the saloon owner and his bartender
that you shot while you were drunk?
[coughs]
Ooh.
Mrs. Cooley, I am surprised
that those stories reached all the way out to Indiana.
Unless, of course, you been talking to somebody
from around these parts.
Can you really tell me those are all just stories?
There's no truth to 'em?
There's truth in everything,
just like there's multiple sides to every story.
The problem is the facts get blurred in the telling.
And by the teller himself.
Exactly.
So tell me your side.
Let me judge for myself.
Yes.
Yes, what?
Yes, I killed a man, Mrs. Cooley.
In fact, I've killed many men for many reasons,
all were valid.
From your point of view.
We can only live our lives through our own eyes.
We have to judge each situation as it comes,
and we hope that we make the right decision.
You think you've always made the right decision?
Regrets are for those who have time to reflect, Mrs. Cooley.
I'm afraid I've never been that fortunate.
You're telling me you don't think before you act?
I am always thinking and always acting.
'Tis the life of a gunman, a gambler, and a lawman.
And which one of those men am I now addressing?
We are all one and the same, Mrs. Cooley.
What the hell does he think he's doing?
Is he flirting with my wife?
- I wouldn't put it past him. - Neither would I.
If he keeps it up, I'm gonna have to kill him myself.
Not until Elizabeth is in the clear.
But if you must know,
Ken Bailey, the man I killed during the card game,
he wasn't following the rules.
He kept looking at the cards in the discard pile.
Now, Mrs. Cooley, I don't know how much you know about poker,
but that's not allowed.
I told him to stop, but he just kept doing it.
So I took the next pot.
He went for his gun, I went for my knife,
and he got the point.
Are you kidding me? Over a game of cards?
Mrs. Cooley, I do not cheat.
I don't think it's fair that anyone cheats in my presence.
And the U.S. Army scout? What about him?
Mike Gordon?
I was in a saloon in Las Vegas, New Mexico,
playing a friendly game of cards,
when this young crazy man
tried to force a saloon gal to leave with him.
When she wouldn't go, he went outside
and started shooting up the place.
So I walked out there.
Very politely, I asked him to stop.
He shot at me.
So now what am I supposed to do?
I fired back.
He died the next day, and I left town.
Now, Mrs. Cooley, that's a clear case of self-defense.
You see, when you tell me your stories,
it sounds like you were on the right side of the law.
I was.
When you tell Frank's stories, it sounds like he was guilty,
even though he got off on the exact same self-defense
and lack or evidence as you did.
Mrs. Cooley, he was guilty.
So you're saying the legal system works for you,
but it didn't work for my brother?
Look, I didn't come up here to talk about Frank Stilwell.
I came up here to find Indian Charlie.
He is a very dangerous man.
Why? Because you say he is?
Oh, no. Don't take my word for it.
He's getting back on his horse.
- Is he leaving? - I hope so.
Indian Charlie Cruz or Saiz is a wanted man
and not just for the murder of Morgan Earp.
According to the Arizona Weekly Star,
he's also been identified as the 1878 murderer
of two U.S. marshals.
He's also a known cattle rustler and stage robber.
He also works for Pete Spence,
whose own wife testified that she saw and heard her husband,
Frank Stilwell, Jeffrey Bode,
and two Indians identified as Hank Swilling
and Florentino "Indian Charlie" Cruz
plan the murder of Morgan Earp.
Now, four days before the shooting,
she and her mother were sitting in front of Pete Spence's house,
and they saw Morgan Earp walk by,
and then they saw Indian Charlie run to get a good look at him.
On the night of the murder, they heard the gunshots,
and just a few minutes later,
Frank and Indian Charlie came into her home.
The next morning Pete Spence threatened her with violence
if she told what she knew.
Mrs. Cooley, why would his own wife make up a lie like that?
If he already had a history of physical abuse against her,
maybe she's only looking for a way out.
Maybe she wanted a divorce.
Sometimes a woman just marries the wrong man, Mr. Holliday.
If you look hard and long enough,
you can always justify someone's actions.
But for me, the facts speak for themselves.
They would not accept the wife's testimony
based on a technicality.
So now when the legal system fails you time and time again,
sometimes you gotta take the law in your own hands.
You saying you plan on killing the men that the wife mentioned?
What I'm saying is sometimes...
the only way to stop a bad man with a gun
is a good man with a gun.
And who's to say who's a good man and who's a bad man?
Today that'll be me.
And what if you're wrong?
I'll let history decide.
That might work for you, but an innocent man could still die.
A dead man around these parts is a common occurrence.
Haven't you been looking at the local papers?
- And what if it's you? - Pardon?
What if it's you who gets gunned down this time?
So be it.
I've been dying since the first day I was born.
Death does not scare me, Mrs. Cooley.
In fact, I welcome it.
Fear is for a healthy man who has something to live for.
I've never been that fortunate.
However, you and your husband and brother
still can make something of your lives.
I'd hate to see you ruin it by making a bad decision.
If you don't mind me asking,
what are you doing here, all of you?
It was supposed to be a reunion.
My mama and my sister just died.
I was hoping I could get to know my father and my brother
who I never met.
Again, then I apologize
for interrupting your family gathering
with this ugly and sordid affair.
Well, thank you. I better be getting inside.
I'm sure my husband's been waiting for me.
I understand.
Oh, uh, Mrs. Cooley?
The rest of the posse should be here anytime now.
The rest?
Wyatt, Warren,
McMasters, Johnson, Fred Dodge, Johnny Green.
I rode on ahead while they took care of Sheriff Behan
and Deputy Breckenridge.
What do you mean, took care of?
Some people don't like a federal posse.
That's their problem, not ours.
Oh, Mrs. Cooley,
I know Indian Charlie's in that cabin
with your brother and your husband.
I'm gonna give you five minutes to send him out,
or I'm gonna come in there, and I'm gonna get him.
Now, I am a good shot,
but stray bullets do occur.
I just want you to keep that in mind.
I'd hate to see you make a bad decision here.
Again, to be clear, none of these men
were officially working with the government.
This was Wyatt Earp's own personal posse.
There was a real posse after those men riding with Earp.
Sheriff Behan and Deputy Breckenridge
were doing their legal job.
They were working for the law, not the other way around.
Wyatt and Doc were on a vendetta of revenge
for the death of Wyatt's brother Morgan.
Even if Indian Charlie, Frank Stillwell,
and Pete Spence were responsible,
these men hunting and killing them
were not on the right side of the law.
Personal feelings be damned, but that is how I see it.
And like I said, I am the presiding judge
in these matters.
[door opens]
What'd he say?
He said that if we don't bring out Charlie,
he's coming in here to get him.
- You told him I was here? - He already knew.
Okay, then we can take him out.
Let the law handle it, just like I said at the beginning.
The law's not handling anything. Holliday's gonna kill him.
I told you.
Not if he gives himself up.
If he surrenders, a deputy marshal has to bring him in.
I got the feeling this isn't a legitimate federal posse coming.
Wyatt Earp, his brother, the others,
they're here without the permission of the sheriff.
They want revenge, and they're pretty certain
that Charlie had something to do with Morgan Earp's murder.
I was not. I swear.
Just denying it is not gonna get you very far, Charlie.
You have an alibi, any witnesses to your whereabouts
at the time of the shooting?
Hey, if Doc Holliday's not even a real lawman,
I say we put that sick bastard out of his misery
for helping kill Frank.
We can't do that. The rest of the posse's on their way.
- How many? - Too many.
Liz, let me speak with you for a moment in private.
Watch Charlie. We'll be right back.
Don't take too long. We don't have much time.
What? What is it?
I have an idea.
We send Indian Charlie out to Holliday.
When Holliday shoots him, I shoot Holliday.
He'll be distracted, so I can't miss.
What happens when Wyatt Earp and the rest of his posse show up?
They're gonna see that you did that and kill everybody.
No. I'll plant my gun in Charlie's hand.
It'll look like they killed each other,
and that's what we'll tell them.
What's the point of that?
To avenge our brother's death, Liz.
Can't let them get away with the cold-blooded murder of Frank.
There's gotta be some sort of justice.
But Doc Holliday didn't kill him.
It was Wyatt Earp.
He was involved, and they're best friends.
We may not be able to kill Wyatt,
but Doc's death will hurt him badly.
He deserves to suffer for what he's done.
One minute, Mrs. Cooley!
That's it. Time to go. Step outside, Charlie.
Do not do this.
I am innocent. You are killing an innocent man.
I am saving my life and the life of my wife and her brother.
That's what I'm doing.
Step outside, Charlie!
Millard, think about this for a second.
How many men have you killed?
None.
How many men have you even shot?
I...
I don't know.
Yes, you do.
None, okay? I raise cattle.
That usually don't entail shooting people.
Exactly. This is not us. This is not our life, Millard.
If we start down this road like Frank,
like poor Charlie out there, like Doc Holliday,
there's no turning back for us.
We have too much to lose,
starting with our souls.
[gunshot]
Joe!
- Drop the gun. - You drop it!
What happened? Did you get shot?
No. He jumped me by the door,
took my gun, and it went off, and then he hit me with it.
I'm not gonna warn you again. Drop your gun or I'm gonna--
Millard!
Get away from my wife!
Pick up that gun.
Don't do it!
Just don't hurt her.
We were just trying to help you, Charlie.
Your husband had other plans.
I told you he was dangerous. I just tried to get rid of him.
Oh, I'll leave, but I'm taking your wife with me.
Holliday, I'm coming out!
Shoot me now, Doc!
What's the matter, Holliday?
I thought you came here to kill me.
I never met a man so impatient to die!
[screams]
Are you okay? Did he hurt you?
No, I'm fine. How's your arm?
Flesh wound. Bullet went in and out.
I don't think it hit bone.
I was just trying to keep you out of danger. I'm so sorry.
You were right the whole time. I should've listened to you.
I'm gonna listen to you from now on.
[gunshots]
Hiya, Charlie.
[clicks]
I guess math isn't your strong suit.
I counted. You're out of bullets.
What are you doing? You giving up?
That's not like you, Charlie.
I surrender.
Okay. Why don't you tell me what happened
that night in Tombstone.
I do not know.
I was not there.
Come on, Charlie. It's just me and you.
You either tell the truth...
or you die a liar.
Okay.
I was there, but I did not shoot anyone.
I was only the lookout. They paid me to be the lookout.
Who paid you?
Pete Spence.
Was he there?
Yes.
And who else?
Fredrick Bode, Hank Swilling.
And?
And Frank Stilwell.
Who pulled the trigger? Who fired the fatal shot?
It was Frank.
Frank Stilwell.
Now, you're not just saying it was Frank
'cause you know he's already dead.
It's the truth! I swear it's the truth!
I was only lookout!
I'm afraid "only" is not an excuse.
LIZ: He's unarmed!
You can't just kill an unarmed man!
Go on. Pick it up. It's loaded.
Don't look at them. You look at me.
Come on, Charlie.
Here's your chance to kill the infamous Doc Holliday.
You got to take a shot at that, Charlie.
Go on.
I'm giving you a shot right now. Take it.
Go ahead, boy.
Draw! Come on!
Do it!
This one's for Morgan.
Make sure you tell everyone he was armed when I shot him.
It's still murder.
It's also justice.
When the stories came to my attention,
it was hard to tell if Indian Charlie drew first or not.
Should he have been gunned down? Absolutely not.
Yes, he was a wanted man,
but not for the murder of Morgan Earp.
Justice may have been done that day,
but I cannot say I was happy about it.
[horse neighs]
Father!
Hey, Millard, what the hell happened to you?
Uh, I'll be all right.
I just come back from Tucson.
Your brother Frank?
He's dead.
Yeah, I know, Pa.
You know?
What, did you tell 'em?
That I did, Mr. Stilwell.
And who might you be?
That's Doc Holliday, Father.
Doc Holliday?
I hear you had something to do with killing my boy.
That's true.
He also saved our lives, Mr. Stilwell.
Well, I guess I'll be going now. Good day.
Wait! You can't just ride out of here without an explanation.
Now, why did my son have to die?
'Cause your son did some very bad things, sir.
And you haven't?
I have, and I will be judged one day,
but not today and not by you, sir.
Why not by me?
Because I think your family wants you to stick around
a little while longer.
Family always comes first.
He's right, Father.
I would like to get to know you better.
That's why we all came here.
Let's go inside, Pa.
We got a lot of catching up to do.
You have a nice family, Mr. Stilwell.
Keep it that way.
[clicks tongue]
- Let's take care of that arm. - Yeah.
I believe our legal system can work,
and most of the time, it does.
In my heart, I feel that within 130-some-odd years from now,
this kind of thing won't happen again.
I believe we will have evolved by then.
I'm sure it will evolve to the point
where the verdict of a trial will be upheld and respected.