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.
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Y'all killed two cowboys.
Looks like we win.
Mexican police, huh?
Tell him to get on his knees.
He will not kneel, patron.
He is very proud.
Hey, somebody get this spic on his knees.
Good shot, Billy.
Gracias.
Unh! Aah!
They call me Curly Bill Brocious.
I'm what you might call a founder of the feast.
So next time we come...
you better step aside.
I ain't kidding, neither.
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.
That's not what he said, you ignorant wretch.
Your Spanish is worse than your English.
You go to hell!
You first.
Unh! Ohh!
- No! No! - What do you got there?
Help me!
Have a seat, boys.
It all looks good.
I guess they knew we were coming.
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.
Come on, you old Southern mule, you!
Move!
Come on! Action! You move!
Come on!
Come on, horse! Come on!
Hurts, don't it?
Now let go of that stud...
and go on about your business.
Mr. Earp.
My name's Dake... Crawley Dake...
U.S. Marshal for this territory.
Forget it. I'm retired.
Excuse me?
I said forget it.
I don't want the job, and that's final.
I don't think you understand.
No, you don't understand, Marshal.
I did my duty...
and now I'd like to get on with my life.
I'm going to Tombstone.
Oh, I see. And strike it rich?
- Here you go. - That's fine.
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.
That's him, alright.
Boy, I'd know that sour face anywhere.
Ah ha ha ha ha! Virgil, Morgan. My God.
Hey, boy.
How are you, Morgan?
So, how do we look?
Great. Both of you.
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.
- 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.
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.
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!
That's $500, Holliday. Are you in or out?
Five hundred.
Must be a peach of a hand.
Oh, thank you, darlin'.
Kate...
you're not wearing a bustle.
How lewd.
Come on, Holliday, you in or out, goddamn it?
Why, Ed Bailey, you look like...
you're just about ready to burst.
Come on.
Come on. Show.
Well...
I suppose I'm deranged...
but I guess I'll just have to call.
Cover your ears, darlin'.
Isn't that a daisy?
Why, you son of a bitch, you.
Hey, Bailey, just settle down.
Shut up.
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.
Ed, what an ugly thing to say.
I abhor ugliness.
Does this mean we're not friends anymore?
You know, Ed...
if I thought you weren't my friend...
I just don't think I could bear it.
There.
Now we can be friends again.
Uhh!
Touch that gun, I'll burn you down.
Aah! Aah!
I calculate that's the end of this town.
I had a boy at the hotel pack us up.
The horse is outside.
So that's why you're not wearing a bustle.
My sweet soft Hungarian devil.
Well...
Good evening, then.
Let's not bother about the luggage.
Hyah! Come on!
Say, Morg, pretty big, isn't it?
Oh, brother, you can smell the silver in this town.
Easy.
Look at these girls over here.
Whoa, girl.
Hot damn, this burg's jumpin'.
Here we go, ladies.
Sheriff.
Alright. They'll take care of it.
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.
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.
Sounds pretty good.
Well, I'll have my man show them to you.
Thank you.
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.
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.
You can always spot a cowboy.
They always wear those red sashes.
Fact is, the cowboys are good for business.
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.
Hell of a waste.
Wyatt?
- There he goes. - Yeah.
Old Wyatt.
The money is on the board.
Five dollars on that six of spades...
like 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.
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.
Yeah, sure.
I said lay off the queen, you jackass.
I swear I'm going to slap somebody now.
Excuse me for asking, Milt, but...
kind of dead in here, isn't it?
You don't listen too good, do you?
You see that bur at the faro table?
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.
Shit.
Goddamn 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.
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?
Mmm...
that's a fact.
Well, I'm real scared.
You're damn right you're scared.
I can see that in your eyes.
- Alright... - 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.
Alright, youngster, out you go.
Don't come back...
ever!
Well, what do you say, Milt?
25% of the house take sound about right?
Hyah!
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.
You're the one, Wyatt.
Why, Johnny Tyler.
The madcap.
Doc?
Where you going with that shotgun?
I didn't know you was back in town.
Well, well.
How the hell are you?
Wyatt, I am rolling.
Morgan.
Doc.
Virgil.
Hello, Doc.
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.
Depends on how you look at it.
It's not like anybody's putting a gun to their head.
That's what I love about Wyatt.
He can talk himself into anything.
Oh.
Johnny, I apologize. I forgot you were there.
You may go now.
Just leave that shotgun.
Leave it.
Thank you.
Sheriff Behan.
Gentlemen.
Sheriff...have you met Doc Holliday?
Piss on you, Wyatt.
Mr. Holliday.
Forgive me if I don't shake hands.
So, how's our little town suit you?
Fine, but, I was thinking...
what this town could really use is a racetrack.
Really? That's not a bad idea.
It would send a signal we're growing up.
Way ahead of yourselves, aren't you, boys?
This is just another mining camp.
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.
You son of a bitch!
Easy, Jess. This is a private affair.
Don't raise that arm.
I'll kill you, you cheatin' son...
Very cosmopolitan.
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.
Hyah!
Whoa.
I'm frightfully thirsty.
What the hell kind of town is this?
Nice scenery.
Well...
an enchanted moment.
There you are.
Interesting little scene.
I wonder who that tall drink of water is.
My dear, you have set your gaze...
upon the quintessential frontier type.
Note the lean silhouette.
Eyes closed by the sun... they're sharp as a hawk.
He's got the look of both predator...
and prey.
I want one.
- Happy hunting. - Hmm.
Get a move on!
Hyah! Hyah!
Let go!
Whoo!
Ow!
Hey, sister boy, give me some!
Gimme, gimme, gimme!
Let him alone, Barnes!
Hey, sit with me.
This is so much fun.
We haven't been to a show since years.
I hope they're good.
Wyatt?
Oh, sorry.
Darling, you know the Earps.
Kate, how you been?
Mattie. Ravishing.
Doc.
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.
There you go, boys.
Professor Gilman?
Hell, I seen him in Bisby. He catches stuff.
Hey, Professor, catch this.
They're shooting at us!
They're actually shooting at us!
Whoo!
I guess we don't have to wait for our notices.
Prettiest man I ever saw.
Whoo!
Ladies and gentlemen...
St. Crispin's Day speech from Henry V.
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.
He's got some nerve. I'll say that.
What do you think there, Billy Nilly?
I think he's wonderful.
This day shall gentle his condition.
Gentlemen in England now abed...
shall think themselves accursed...
they were not here...
And hold their manhoods cheap...
whilst any speaks who fought with us...
upon Saint Crispin's Day.
That's great!
Yeah!
Heh heh!
Play it again!
Now, what in the hell is this?
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.
How about you, Juanito? What would you do?
Well, I already did it.
Heh heh.
Very instructive.
Mmm.
But who was the devil?
I'll be damned.
You may indeed, if you get lucky.
Would you look at all those stars?
I mean, you look up, and you think...
God made all of that...
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?
Yeah, maybe. Hell, I don't know.
What do you think happens when you die?
Something. Nothing.
Hell, I don't know.
Well, I read this book...
a book on spiritualism.
Oh, God. Here he goes again.
Said that a lot of people, when they die...
they see this light... like in a tunnel.
Yeah?
They say it's the light leading you to Heaven.
Really?
What about Hell? They got a sign there or what?
Wyatt, goddamn it. I'm serious.
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.
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.
Alright.
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.
Wyatt, it's just headaches.
I know what I'm doing.
No, I don't need to see a doctor.
- Alright, honey. - Just go.
Everything's fine, Wyatt. Work well.
Alright, good night.
You look beautiful tonight.
Thank you.
Good night, Mattie.
Good night, Morgan.
Come on.
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.
You're the doctor. Sad news, friend. You lose.
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. - Ignore her?
I'd ignore her. People can change, Doc.
I'll remember you said that.
What?
Brava! Brava!
Ma'am. Miss Marcus.
Aw, hell.
Bravo! Bravo!
Miss Marcus...
allow me the pleasure of a drink.
- Thank you, sir. - Milt, champagne.
Satisfied?
I stand corrected, Wyatt.
You're an oak.
Thanks, Kate.
Bravo!
Bravo.
Good show, pard. Good show.
Mr. Fabian, would you come sit at my table?
Mr. Earp, would you mind...
signing an autograph for me, sir?
My wife's not going to believe this.
Wyatt Earp, huh?
Heard of you.
Listen now, Mr. Kansas law dog.
Law don't go around here.
Savvy?
I'm retired.
Good.
That's real good.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's real good, law dog...
because law just don't go around here.
I heard you the first time.
Winner to the king...$500.
Shut up, Ike. Ha.
You must be Doc Holliday.
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.
What do you say, darlin'?
Should I hate him?
You don't even know him.
No. That's true, but...
I don't know, there's just something about him...
something around the eyes.
I don't know.
Reminds me of...me.
No. I'm sure of it.
I hate him.
He's drunk.
In vino veritas.
Age quod agis.
Credat judaeus apella, non ego.
Luventus stultorum magister.
In pace requiescat.
Come on, boys.
We don't want any trouble in here...
not in any language.
That's Latin, darlin'.
Evidently, Mr. Ringo is an educated man.
Now I really hate him.
Watch it, Johnny.
I hear he's real fast.
Whoo!
Ha.
You said it.
Bravo! Ha ha!
Drinks are on me.
Getting kind of spooky around here.
Curly Bill, huh?
Who was that other idiot?
Ike Clanton.
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.
And I believe he's married.
More champagne.
Ah.
Now, hell.
- Hello. - Hello.
We've never actually met.
- My name's... - Wyatt Earp. I know.
- I'm... - Josephine Marcus.
Everybody knows.
I was beginning to think we'd never meet.
This is fortuitous.
That means lucky.
Yeah, I know what it means.
- Easy, now. - What is it?
That mare is in season.
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...
I have a better idea.
Let's run it out of them.
Yeah, I'm an oak, alright.
Whoa.
Well...end of the road.
Maybe for you. Yaah!
Hyah!
Ahh. That was lovely.
Lovely? You could've been killed or busted up.
Fun, though, wasn't it?
You'd die for fun?
Wouldn't you?
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?
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.
Alright, what's your idea of Heaven?
Room service.
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 alright...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, alright.
I'll take my oath on it.
Get!
Oh.
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?
I...I don't know.
Uh, I'm alright.
I'm fine.
- 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?
On room service?
Wyatt, what are you talking about?
Nothing. I just...
just thinking out loud, you know?
Nothing.
Forget about it.
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.
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.
Mmm.
Oh, yea.
Boy, I feel great.
I feel...
just capital.
Unh!
Aah!
Do you see what's going on in the street?
Somebody's got to do something.
Well, I believe you're the sheriff.
No, no, no. This is not county business.
This is a town matter. Marshal?
Yaah!
What don't you just leave it alone?
No. I, uh...
I got to do something.
Waah!
Here's your down card.
Ow..ooh!
Unh!
Argh!
Curly Bill!
Come on, now.
Why, howdy, Fred.
Hand those over, Curly.
Hand them over.
Why, sure, Dad.
I'm only funnin'.
Here you go.
Uhh!
Uhh.
Fred?
Come on, now, Fred.
He got old Fred White.
He shot the marshal!
Better get him off the street.
Fred White's dead! They killed him!
Alright, back off.
- Get a rope. - String him up!
Nobody's hanging anybody.
He just killed a man.
He'll stand trial for it. Now get back. Move!
Turn him loose.
He said to turn loose of him.
Well, I'm not...
so go home.
I swear to God, law dog...
if you don't step aside, we'll tear you apart.
Alright.
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, Ike.
Now tell them to get back.
Go on, now. Get back.
Go on! Billy!
He'll kill me.
And you, music lover...
you're next.
The drunk piano player.
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.
Alright, break it up now!
Go home now.
Come on.
Alright, come on.
I'll see you soon.
We'll meet again.
Well...
as you can see...
never a dull moment.
So it takes Judge Spicer...
three weeks to get back to town...
and he says, Well, did you actually see it?
I said, No, by the time I got there...
Marshal Whitehad 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?
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?
Hold on, Mayor. He already told you no.
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 suffering.
But please, don't let me take up...
any more of your precious time.
Rack 'em.
I tell ya, I'm sufferin'...
from a hangover.
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.
That's not so bad, is it?
Yeah!
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.
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...
like 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.
Alright, 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 I?
Alright.
You're both making a big mistake.
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.
Wyatt, just in time.
Pull up a chair.
Doc.
Been hittin' it awful hard, haven't you?
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.
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 12 hands in a row, Holliday?
Son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky.
Why, Ike, whatever do you mean?
Take it easy, boys.
Maybe poker's just not your game, Ike.
I know. Let's have a spelling contest.
How 'bout if I just wring your scrawny neck?
- Uh..uh..uh. - Enough, Ike.
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, Ike. 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.
Alright, alright.
Come on, easy, Virg. Easy.
You just go on home and forget about it, Ike.
I ain't gonna forget nothin'.
Well, that certainly was a bust.
Come, darlin'.
Let's seek our entertainment elsewhere.
Forget it, Virg. Go on, get some fresh air.
What's wrong, Doc?
Nothin'. Not a thing.
I'm right as the mail.
Doc? Doc!
Alright, get him up.
Let's get him to the hotel.
What's wrong with him?
Lunger.
Well, I hope you die.
Gimme my guns.
My rifle. Goddamn bastards.
Think they can cheat me.
Nobody cheated you, Ike. 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...uhh!
Pick these guns up.
Come on.
Alright, 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...
Alright. I know...
You know nothing.
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.
Oh...no...
What's between you and that woman?
Alright. Mattie... Mattie...
- No! No! - I promise you, I...
- 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?
Now just...leave me alone.
Come on, Ike.
Come on!
Ike, can you walk?
- Give Ike 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.
Goddamn it.
You're gonna bleed.
You got a fight comin'. Comin' today.
Bastards. It's comin'!
Your condition's quite advanced.
I'd say you lost 60% of your lung tissue, maybe more.
What's the verdict?
Two years, two days, hard to say...
if you stop now.
Your smokin', your drinkin'...
your gamblin', your nightlife.
You need complete rest.
What I mean is, you must attempt...
to deny your, uh, marital impulse.
Get out of my sight.
How are you feeling, Doc?
Mm, better.
That's good.
I knew it wasn't nothing.
We must talk, darlin'.
It appears, uh, we must redefine...
the nature of our association.
I'm a good woman to you, Doc.
Don't I always take care of you?
Nobody cares for you like me.
I'm a good woman.
Yes, it's true...
you are a good woman.
Then again...
you may be the Antichrist.
Goddamn.
There's six of 'em.
Man, this is like a bad dream.
Just stay calm, use your head. It'll be alright.
Just the same, though...
guess maybe you better swear me in.
Those cowboys been telling everybody in town...
they're gonna clean you out.
They're back there in that lot...
behind the O.K. Corral.
Thank you, Mayor.
What are you doin' out of bed, Doc?
What the hell's going on?
Had five people come up to my room...
tellin' me the Clantons and McLaurys...
are gunnin' for us.
We goin' down there or not?
What are we gonna do?
Wait'll the liquor wears off.
Soon as they start gettin' headaches...
they'll lose interest.
Lose interest, hell!
They're threatenin' our lives.
You'll never make that stick.
They're carryin' guns, Wyatt.
For Christ's sake, Virg, that's a misdemeanor.
You go down there and arrest 'em...
something goes wrong, maybe this time...
somebody really gets his head broke.
You'll have cowboys comin' around...
lookin' for trouble from here to Christmas.
You wanna risk all that over a misdemeanor?
You're damn right I'll risk it.
They're breakin' the law.
It's not your problem, Doc.
You don't have to mix up in this.
That is a hell of a thing for you to say to me.
Alright, Virg.
Your call.
Give Doc the shotgun.
He'll be less apt to get nervy...
if he's on the street howitzer.
Bang, bang, bang!
Go on, get home!
Goddamn kid.
How the hell did we get ourselves into this?
You don't have to worry about a thing.
I just went over there and disarmed 'em.
You did?
Come on, let's go arrest 'em.
Gentlemen, I won't allow any trouble.
We're here to disarm you. Throw up your hands.
Hold! That's not what I want.
Oh, my God.
Billy! Billy!
Stop! Don't!
Don't! Don't shoot!
I got no gun! Please!
Don't shoot me! I got no gun!
This fight's commenced. Get to fightin' or get away!
Uhh!
Shut the door!
Uhh!
Aah!
Gimme your gun!
- Alright! - Damn it!
Billy!
Watch behind us!
I got you now, you son of a bitch.
You're a daisy if you do.
Uhh!
Morgan, hold quiet now.
Easy. I got you. Alright.
Alright!
All of you are under arrest.
I don't think I'll let you arrest us today, Behan.
Virg!
Virgil!
I guess we did our good deed for today, Mayor.
You were right.
It's nothin' like I thought.
- I almost wish... - I know, Morg.
I know. Me, too.
Get out of the way! Yee..haw!
Gettin' warmer.
Guess spring's coming.
Hello, Billy.
It's Deputy, and I don't want to talk to you.
Those men you killed were my friends.
I'm just a nothin', but if I wasn't...
I'd fight you right now.
All they ever did was laugh at him.
Sister boy should've stuck around.
What do you want, Ringo?
I want your blood...
I want your souls...
and I want 'em both right now.
I don't want any more trouble...
Well, you got trouble!
And it starts with you.
Not gonna fight you, Ringo.
There's no money in it.
Sober up. Come on, boys.
Wretched slugs.
Don't you have the guts to play for blood?
I'm your huckleberry.
That's just my game.
Alright, lunger.
You go to hell.
I'll put you out of your misery.
Say when.
Johnny, don't!
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Get off!
- Easy! - Get off!
Don't mind him.
He just drunk, that's all.
Ha ha ha ha.
Cool down, Johnny.
No!
I want them spittin' blood!
Easy, son, easy. Now ain't the time!
Slow down, Ringo.
I tell you, even I'm worried what's gonna happen...
once Ringo runs this outfit.
God have mercy!
Gentlemen.
- Barber... - Yes, sir?
Proceed, sir.
Listen to me.
I need to speak with you.
Not now. I'm busy.
I see what's going on between you and Wyatt.
I'm not a fool.
Listen to me.
Lots of so-called hard cases and tough nuts...
come and go around this town...
but none of them has a clue about the real play.
None of them.
Now after tonight, there'll be...
one man in charge of Tombstone.
You'll be happy to know him. Bet on it.
Be one of those nights.
It's gettin' late, boys. I'm gonna go to bed.
Night, Virg.
Good night, boys.
Bundle up, Virg. Gettin' cold out there.
Yep.
Tower of Babel, Death...
and the Devil. Oh, dear.
Allie, I wish you'd learn to play a real card game.
- More tea, Mattie? - No, no.
- Are you alright, Mattie? - Yes.
- You expecting someone? - Only Virg.
Uhh.
Please.
I know it's awful to come here, but listen.
I think something's going to happen tonight.
It's Virg.
No! Get down!
That thunder's sure getting close.
Virgil. What'd you forget?
Wyatt...
Will you hurry with that water, please?
Come on, Lou.
Uhh!
Wyatt. Wyatt!
They hit Clum's house, too.
Shot up his wife! Whoever heard of that?
They're bugs, Wyatt.
All that smart talk about live and let live.
There ain't no live and let live with bugs.
You listen to me now. We gotta get out of here.
Get out of here?
Listen to yourself, Wyatt.
Lie down and crawl, or you might get hurt?
What kind of talk is that?
Do you see what's happening here?
What do you mean? What are you saying?
No. Please, no.
I'm afraid your husband...
is going to lose the use of his arm.
Oh, God, no.
Uhh...
Don't worry, Allie girl.
I still got one good arm to hold you with.
Goddamn.
Goddamn son of a bitch!
Morgan, wait a minute!
Virg...
You had to be so damn smart.
I'm sorry, Allie. I told you, Virg.
Not now, Wyatt.
Alright, what do you want me to do?
Just leave me alone, for God's sake.
Virg...
He doesn't want to talk now, Wyatt!
I heard about your women. That was wrong.
I'm here to let you know that it wasn't me.
I had no part of it.
No?
Brothers to the bone, right, McMasters?
No. Not anymore.
Not after this night.
He's right, Wyatt.
You want us for anything, we're with you.
Come on.
Uhh! Uhh!
Uhh!
Hold him.
No, get her out of here! Jesus!
Somebody shut that dog up!
Uhh!
Aah!
I said hold him, goddamn it!
Somebody get that goddamn dog out of here!
The bullet's too deep.
I can't get it out.
The way it's lodged in the back...
I'm sorry.
Easy, Morg. Is that better?
Yeah.
You were right, Wyatt.
They got me good.
Don't let 'em get you, brother.
You're the one.
Easy, Morg.
Don't worry about that now.
Remember what I said...
about seein' a light when you're dyin'?
Yeah.
It ain't true.
I can't see a damn thing.
Morg?
No!
I love you! Oh, God!
Why?
Why him?
No! Get away from me!
Wyatt!
Can't you see? Get away from me!
Morgan!
Weave a circle 'round him thrice...
Close your eyes with holy dread...
For he on honey-dew hath fed...
And drunk the milk...
of paradise.
And so she walked out of our lives forever.
Get up.
I want you to know it's over.
Well...
Bye.
You smell that, Bill?
Smells like someone died.
Jesus, Johnny.
There, get!
Adios.
Ike.
Take Stillwell and finish it.
It's Wyatt, isn't it?
It's always Wyatt.
Why? Why is he so much?
Kate, try to understand.
The man's given up everything to do what he must.
Now, if I call myself his friend, then...
Oh, never mind.
I don't understand.
I'm your woman.
You get killed...where's it leave me?
Without a meal ticket, I suppose.
You bastard.
I'm leavin' now, darlin'.
You bastard, Doc!
Have you no kind word to say to me...
before I ride away?
I calculate not.
Doc!
Now, you take care of yourself, Martin.
That's Virgil with the women.
He's mine.
All aboard!
Hey, Mattie. Where's Wyatt?
Right behind you, Stillwell.
Alright, Clanton.
You called down the thunder.
Well, now you got it.
You see that?
It says United States Marshal.
Wyatt, please don't kill me.
Please. Please!
Take a good look at him, Ike...
'cause that's how you're gonna end up.
The cowboys are finished. Do you understand me?
I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin' it.
So run, you cur.
Run!
Tell all the other curs the law's comin'!
You tell 'em I'm comin'...
and Hell's comin' with me, you hear?
Hell's comin' with me!
Nobody move.
Nonsense.
By all means, move.
Uhh!
Get down!
Ha ha ha ha!
Hey, Wyatt!
How the hell are you? Ha ha ha ha!
Oh!
Whoo! Whoo!
Got some boys over there behind you.
Got you in a little crossfire.
How do you like that?
Ha ha ha ha!
Come on! Think of something fast!
Wyatt.
Hey, Wyatt.
No.
Wyatt!
No.
Wyatt, what are you doin'?
Look at that.
Yeah.
Come on and get some, boy.
No! Let me!
God!
No.
Son of a bitch.
No!
Aah! Aah!
Jesus Christ!
Aah!
No.
No!
Did you ever see anything like that before?
Hell, I ain't never heard of anything like that.
Nothin'.
Where is he?
Down by the creek, walkin' on water.
Let's hope he's got another miracle up his sleeve.
If I know Ringo, he's headed straight for us.
If they were my brothers, I'd want revenge, too.
No, make no mistake...
it's not revenge he's after.
It's a reckoning.
Doc, you ought to be in bed.
What the hell are you doing this for, anyway?
Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Hell, I got lots of friends.
I don't.
Ho! Ho!
My God.
Are you alright?
What do you care?
It's your friends that did it.
Must've been Claiborne and Fuller.
They left here last night.
Oh, no.
They tried to take my watch.
He cursed them for cowards and they shot him.
I don't understand any of this.
I just know it's ugly.
You're all ugly, and he was beautiful.
He tried to bring something fine...
into your ugly world, and you shot him for it.
Not that you care.
Billy. Where are you going?
I'm not going with you.
Billy!
Billy, get back here!
I'm sorry, sir, but we got to have some law.
- Billy! - Yah!
Let him go. Who cares?
Go on! Get the hell out of here!
Go on!
The party's over, boys. Let's go!
Hold.
Ringo and Behan are out front.
There's about 30 of 'em.
They're all wearin' badges.
Christ.
Well, we gotta find a place to hole up.
Doc.
Grab him!
I got it.
Is this Henry Hooker's ranch?
That's right. And I'm Hooker.
We got a sick man.
Our horses are done in.
Put him up at my place.
As long as it's just tonight.
We're in debt to you.
I know you boys have gotta keep moving...
but he looks pretty bad to me.
Ho!
I, uh...
They got held up...
and their boss actor got killed.
They came here to water the horses...
then they'll push on.
I'm sorry about your friend.
And I'm sorry that I...
I forgave you the moment you said it.
You did?
Well...thank you.
All set.
I have to go.
Wait.
Huh!
Get up!
Yah! Come on!
Yah!
Well, look who's back.
The prodigal returns.
Hello, Sherm.
You wanted to talk?
Yeah. Kind of.
Wanted to see if you'd join back up with us.
That's what you got me up here for?
You're a cowboy, not a dog catcher.
Come back. No hard feelin's.
Isn't there anything I can say...
to make you change your mind?
You're gonna stick with your new friends.
Least they don't go around scarin' women.
You're the boss.
Hey.
Sherm.
Just one thing.
How you gonna get back to 'em?
What the hell is that?
They got McMasters!
Jeez!
Ringo wanted to make sure...
he got your attention, Marshal!
He wants a straight-up fight, just you and him.
Settle this thing once and for all.
Oak grove at the mouth of Silver Springs canyon...
seven o'clock!
You tell him I'll be there!
Are you crazy?
I'll be there!
It's not finished.
After I'm done with Wyatt Earp...
take your cowboys and finish off...
Creek Johnson and Texas Jack.
You burn 'em, Ike.
Burn 'em all.
Hell, Johnny...
he ain't even gonna show.
Hee..aw!
He'll show.
I spent my whole life...
not knowin' what I wanted out of life.
Just chasin' my tail.
Now, for the first time...
I know exactly what I want ...and who.
And that's the damnable misery of it.
What makes a man like Ringo?
What makes him do the things he does?
A man like Ringo got a great empty hole...
right through the middle of him.
He can never kill enough or steal enough...
or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.
What does he need?
Revenge.
For what?
Bein' born.
It all happened so fast with Curly Bill...
I didn't really have time to think about it...
but I've had plenty of time to think about this.
I can't beat him, can I?
No.
Wait.
I'm going with you.
Oh, God. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Wyatt.
It's alright, Doc.
What's it like to wear one of those?
Don't worry. If they want him...
they gotta come over us first.
He's waitin' for you by the big oak.
Quarter mile up that trail.
They're not giving you any safe conduct.
Shootin' starts, you better kick east...
to the New Mexico line.
I ain't got the words.
I know.
Me neither.
Well!
I didn't think you had it in you.
I'm your huckleberry.
Why, Johnny Ringo.
You look like somebody just walked over your grave.
Fight's not with you, Holliday.
I'll beg to differ, sir.
We started a game we never got to finish.
Play for blood, remember?
I was just foolin' about.
I wasn't.
And this time...
it's legal.
Alright, lunger. Let's do it.
Say when.
Come on.
Come on!
Oh, Johnny. Come on!
Uhh...
You're no daisy.
You're no daisy at all.
Poor soul.
You were just too high-strung.
I'm afraid the strain...
was more than he could bear.
Oh, I wasn't quite as sick as I made out.
Good God.
My hypocrisy goes only so far.
Alright. Let's finish it.
Indeed, sir.
The last charge of Wyatt Earp and his immortals.
Get on! Yah! Go on!
Go! Yah!
In nomine Patris...
et Filii et Spiritus Sancti.
Amen.
Hello, Wyatt.
Father Feeney and I were just...
investigating the mysteries of the Church of Rome.
It appears...
my hypocrisy knows no bounds.
You're no hypocrite, Doc.
You just like to sound like one.
I brought you something.
Well, let's see. Where are we today?
I'm $17 down to you. Two bits a hand, stud.
You keep coming back here.
I told you not to, and I meant it.
You're the only person...
I can afford to lose to anymore.
How we feelin' today, Doc?
I'm dying. How are you?
Pretty much the same.
So now we can add self-pity to your list of frailties.
Alright, Doc. Alright.
How many cards you want?
I don't want to play anymore.
How many?
Damn you.
You're the most fallible...
stubborn, self-deluded, bullheaded man...
I've ever known in my entire life.
I call.
You win.
Yet with all...
you're the only human being in my entire life...
who ever gave me hope.
I was...in love once.
With my first cousin.
She was...15.
We were both so...
That's good, Doc.
That's good. What happened?
She joined a convent over the affair.
She was all I ever wanted.
What...what did you want?
Just to live a normal life.
There's no normal life, Wyatt.
There's just life.
You get on with it.
Don't know how.
Sure you do.
Say good-bye to me.
Go grab that spirited actress...
and make her your own.
Take that beauty and run. Don't look back.
Live every second.
Live right up to the hilt.
Live, Wyatt.
Live for me.
Wyatt, if you were ever my friend...
if you ever had even the slightest feeling for me...
leave now.
Leave now.
Please.
Thanks for always being there, Doc.
I'll be damned.
This is funny.
I never thought I'd see Gilbert and Sullivan...
performed right here in Denver.
Oh, yeah?
Good night, Josie.
Good night.
Good show.
You ever see the sun come up over the Rockies?
It hits all of a sudden...
and below there's California.
And you swear you're looking at Heaven.
I have nothing left.
Nothing to give you.
I have no pride...
no dignity.
No money.
I don't even know how I'll make a living, but...
I promise I'll love you the rest of your life.
Don't worry, Wyatt.
My family's rich.
What should we do first?
What you wanted to do the first night we met.
Remember?
Uh..uh.
May I have this dance?
Ah, ha ha.
Yes.
And then, we'll have room service!
The power of the Cowboy gang...
was broken forever.
Ike Clanton was shot and killed two years later...
during an attempted robbery.
Mattie died of a drug overdose...
shortly after she left Tombstone.
Virgil and Allie Earp moved to California...
where Virgil, despite the use of only one arm...
became a town sheriff.
Wyatt and Josephine embarked...
on a series of adventures.
Up or down, thin or flush...
in 47 years they never left each other's side.
Wyatt Earp died in Los Angeles in 1929.
Among the pallbearers at his funeral...
were early Western movie stars...
William S. Hart and Tom Mix.
Tom Mix wept.