Frontier Marshal

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"ALL YOU'LL FND IS YOUR TOMBSTONE",

THEY TOLD ED SCEFFELIN, IN 1877,...

WHEN THE WENT PROSPECTNG NTO...

THE SAVAGE APACHE MASAS OF SAOUTHERN

ARZONA...

INSTEAD, SCHIEFFELIN UNCOVERED

A LODE OF SILVER,...

FABULUOS IN ITS RICHNESS....

HS STRIKE STARTED...

ONE ON THE MOST TURBULENT STAMPEDE

IN MINING HISTORY...

A MAUSHROOM METROPOLIS SPRANG

UP OVER NIGHT.

STAR MEN'S WEAR

LOTS FOR SALE:

ROYAL IMPERIAL BAR'DA

WHISKEY $ 1.00 FOR 3 FINGERS

Hurry, Doc! Hurry!

- What is it, a baby or a shooting?

- A baby!

OPEN FOR BUSINESS.

Don't forget the grand opening

tomorrow night...

of the Bella Union.

Pretty girls.

Sweet singers of southern song.

Hello, Carter.

I see you're opening up here.

Yep. They run me out of Lordsburg.

Well, boys, in a couple of hours, you'll

be buying your drinks across that bar...

at the Palace of Pleasure.

AND THUS WAS BORN THE APPROPRIATELLY

NAMED CITY OF TOMBSTONE.

Listen to this, Eddie.

"Yesterday, Big Nose Jackson

was buried in Boot Hill.

"He was shot to death

by an unknown party.

"Joe Triplett, who officiates

as coroner...

"when not busy in the assay office,

rendered the following verdict:

"Body rich in lead...

too badly punctured

to hold whiskey."'

"We are growing rapidly,

but it is getting to be a question...

"whether the city or the cemetery

will be the larger.

"If the city can just keep a few steps ahead

of the burial ground...

"we are bound to become the most

flourishing camp in the Southwest.

Watch us grow."

PALACE OF PLEASURE

THE BELLA UNION:

- Hiya, boss.

- Hi.

Been eatin' dust for 10 hours.

- Got anything to drink in there?

- A drop or two.

You stay with the horses, Charlie.

Can't let Charlie drink.

Sees little bugs.

We'll send you out some agua.

Agua.

- Have any trouble, Curly?

- Nope. Got the stage comin' through the pass.

Driver handed over the money

like it was a real pleasure.

- How are things around here?

- Not so good.

Bella Union getting all the play, eh?

Yeah. Jerry and those girls from Chicago

are drawin' 'em in like flies.

Sure doin' a land office business

over there.

- Hey, maybe we can do something about it.

- What do you mean?

Charlie.

- For me?

- Sure. Take a big swig.

- More?

- Take all you want.

Rock-a-bye, baby

in the treetop

When the wind blows

the cradle will rock

Out of the way!

Come on.

What's the trouble?

Indian Charlie.

He-He's killed Plush Sullivan.

Maybe some more folks by this time.

He's a-tearin' our place up.

- Go over and get him, Marshal.

- Not me, Mr. Henderson. I aim to live a while.

- What's that?

- I'm not gonna walk over there

and get my head blown off.

Mr. Marshal, as mayor of Tombstone,

I order you to arrest him.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor,

but I got a wife and kids.

And Charlie ain't the kind

that you can arrest when he's rampaging.

Why, I wouldn't have a chance. He'd fill me full

of lead before I got halfway through that door.

- Oh, so you won't do it?

- A nice lot of law you got here.

- Who said that?

- I did.

- Who are you?

- Just a visitor tryin' to get some sleep.

But how can I with all this whoopin'

and a-yellin' and a-shootin'?

What kinda town you got here?

A drunk goes loco with a gun and...

- Oh, you talk too much.

- Maybe, but if it was any of my business...

I'd go across there and pull

that tinhorn out by the heels.

- Oh, you would, would you?

- If it was any of my business.

Yes? Well, you come down here,

and I'll make it your business.

I'm deputizing you as marshal.

IMPERIAL HOTEL ROYAL

Go on.

Drag him out by the heels.

All right.

Lend me a gun?

Here it is.

Don't worry.

You'll never get to use it.

You know who he is?

No. But we'll find out

at his inquest.

You're under arrest.

Put down those guns.

You heard me.

Put those guns down.

What did I told you?

I don't reckon Charlie give him

much of a chance to use my gun.

Do you see what I see?

He ain't dead.

Just sorta grazed him.

He'll come to in a few minutes,

and you can lock him up.

Now if you'll excuse me,

I'll go back and get some sleep.

- Who are you?

- My name's Earp.

- Wyatt Earp?

- You know me?

Certainly have heard of you.

General Miles says

you're the best scout the army ever had.

What brings you to Tombstone?

Prospecting?

No. Thought I might

start a stage line.

No, we got two here now

that I run.

No room for another one.

How would you like to be marshal?

- Me?

- Yes. Job pays 500 a month and fees.

- No.

- Now listen...

Sorry, but I've had

enough of gun-totin'.

Nah. You're fired.

Turn around and move.

- Who is it?

- Earp.

Just a minute.

- Why, Earp, what happened?

- That job of marshal still open?

- Yeah.

- Then I'll take it.

- Good.

- Do these go with the job?

Sure do.

Let me get my pants on.

I'll go with you.

Ain't gonna be no more volunteer

marshals around this camp!

Put it up on the bar!

Don't reach.

Don't you lads try anything.

You might get me, but first

I'll blast him right in the belly.

You two boys and Curly Bill,

get goin'.

What's up?

I got a little business

with these boys out on the mesa.

Oh, I see.

Think you'd better take

the guns from 'em?

Nope. I'd just as soon

they try to use 'em.

Get goin'.

Come on. Get down.

Take off those guns.

Throw 'em away.

Now let's see what you can do

when nobody's holdin' me.

Just keep 'em up.

Get this, and get it

good and clear.

From now on,

I'm the law in Tombstone...

and I don't wanna see

hide nor hair of you in the camp.

Come and see Eddie Foy,

the funnyman...

- tonight at the Bella Union!

- Can I have one, sonny?

Eddie Foy! Eddie Foy!

How you like that, boss?

TONIGHT TONIGH EDDIE FOY

AMERICA'S GREATEST COMEDIAN

HERE!

- Very good, Pete. Very good.

- I think it's pretty good.

Must be costing you plenty

to get Foy down here.

Yep. Carter tried to get him

for his Palace of Pleasure...

but my dough talked

louder and quicker than his.

Nothin' ain't too good

for the Bella Union.

- Someday I figures on getting Lillie Langtry.

- Yeah?

- Jenny Lind and all of them.

- Hmm.

6:
30. That stage must be late.

- Is Foy on it?

- He better be.

Supposin' he gets cold feet

and backs out?

Well, I still have Jerry.

Stand back, villain

Go your way

Here I will no longer stay

Although you are a marquis

Or an earl

Why, you may tempt

the upper classes

With your villainous demitasses

But heaven will protect

The working girl

I've taken a fancy to you

I took but a glance and I knew

There's something about you

that pleases the eye

Makes me sigh

I wonder why

I've known you forever it seems

You've shown up in all of my dreams

- But now I'm awake

and my dreams have come true

I'm full of romance

and I've taken a fancy

To Y-O-U

Oh, heaven

Will protect

The working girl

The working girl

- Come on, gals. Get to work.

And may heaven protect you.

Hiya, partner.

Hello, slugger.

No, a little later.

- Jerry, how are ya?

- Come on, Jerry. Give me luck.

- No, I'll see you later.

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