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- Jerry, have a little drink with...

I say, would you mind singing

"The Old Kent Road" for me?

Yeah, a little later, matey. I ain't forgot me London.

Well, Jerry, old girl.

Another bottle of wine.

- Another bottle.

- Come on. Sit down and take a hand, huh?

- Nah, I just think I'll stand here

and watch for a minute. Go ahead.

- How many?

Well, l-I could stand pat,

but I'll... I'll take two.

Three of your best.

- Come on. Let's keep out the grocery clerks.

- I'm out.

Guess your three

are better than mine.

Attaboy.

Deal me out of this hand.

Hey, Jerry, Jer...

Hey, where's that guy

goin' with Jerry?

Hey, what's the idea?

What do you want?

I don't think I'd do that

anymore if I was you.

- Do what anymore?

- You got a pretty little neck, sister...

but if you don't keep it out of card games,

somebody's gonna twist it right off.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Keep your hands off of me!

Hey, put me down!

Leave go of me!

Leave go of me, will ya?

- Think it over while you're cooling off.

- Aw, shut up!

I'll get somebody to fix you!

2,400.

- Hey, what'd you do with Jerry?

- I sent her home to change her dress.

What's the idea?

I liked the dress she had on.

So did I, but it took Mr. Blackmore's mind off

his cards. Isn't that right, Mr. Blackmore?

- Whose deal?

- I'll buy a stack.

It's Doc Halliday.!

What's up?

Keep on playin'.

Act like nothin' happened.

- What has happened?

- Doc Halliday just come in.

He's the coldest killer in these parts.

Always lookin' for trouble.

He can throw a gun faster...

Shh. Look out.

He's comin' this way.

Newton, I hear you've been bragging

about what you were going to do if...

- Who, um, me?

- Yes.

And take your hat off

when I talk to you!

- Take hold and pull your gun.

- Not me.

- Ah, come on.

- I don't want any handkerchief

duels with you, Doc...

or any other kind of a fight.

No? Well, maybe this

will change your mind.

Are you gonna sit by and watch me

treat your friend like this?

Uh, he-he ain't

no friend of mine, Doc.

He'd better not

try anything with me.

I don't like the way

you're running this town.

And I especially don't like the way

you treated a certain young lady.

Take hold of...

You always want an edge,

don't you, Blackmore?

Suppose you wait till he quits coughing.

Thanks, Mr. Earp.

Now if you'll please step aside...

No, Doc. I'm the marshal here, you know.

I got to keep the peace.

Yes. Of course, of course.

- Will you join me in a drink?

- Glad to.

Better try another camp.

This one's unhealthy.

- What can I do for you senors?

- Whiskey.

Whiskey, eh?

Milk for you.

- That's right, Pete.

- Doc always drink milk.

He never drink whiskey.

Una leche. One milk.

Papa, papa, the stage is coming!

The stage is coming!

Pablo, ven aqui.

Ven, Pablo.

- Hello, Pablo.

- You ought to be home with your mother.

I'm his mama and his papa.

And someday I'm gonna be his grandpa too.

Pablo is very good boy.

He has no mama. He only has me.

If there only were a school.

There's gonna be one soon.

Anderson and I were talking it over yesterday.

Oh, that's fine.

Then Pablo can go there.

And I bet you he be the smartest boy there.

Smart like his papa.

Oh, I'm pretty clever himself.

Giddap!

Welcome to Tombstone, Mr. Foy.

- Mr. Foy, welcome to Tombstone.

- Well, I'm glad to be here.

Ladies and gentlemen,

I want you to meet Eddie Foy...

the greatest comedian in the world.

Tonight at 9:
00

he'll be at the Bella Union.

Come one, come all, and laugh your cares away.

Howdy, folks.

Is this my hotel?

Yes, sir. Follow me.

Your baggage will be taken care of.

- Hey, where you going?

- I'm in a hurry. Business in Tucson.

Now this was originally

a Buntline special...

but I had the barrel cut down about two inches

and the trigger dogs smoothed down.

Mm. Nice piece of hardware.

Personally, I've been using

a Colt.45 single-action six-gun.

I guess the barrel's longer

than yourn. Let's see.

No, no! No, senor! No.

Doc, can I talk

with you a minute?

- Oh, yes, of course. Excuse me, will you?

- Sure.

So that's the way you're takin' care

of Earp for me.

Why, you've got him all wrong, my dear.

Wyatt's a fine fellow.

Hmm. A fine feller

after what he done to me.

Well, Jerry, if he threw you in the water trough,

I guess you had it comin' to you.

Oh, yeah? Well, he may be all right

to you, but he ain't to me.

No tinhorn marshal's gonna throw me

in a horse trough and get away with it.

Well, forget about Earp.

Is that a new dress?

Yeah. Yeah.

- You like me in it?

- Come here.

I like you in anything.

Gee, you're sweet.

You know, Doc,

I've been thinkin' about you all day.

Do you ever think of me

when I ain't with you?

- Yeah.

- Lots?

Too much.

You know, sometimes when you look at me

like that, I could break you in two.

Well, why don't you?

Come on. Break me.

Look, Doc, I'm getting off early tonight.

Maybe we could...

No, no. Not tonight.

- Where you going, Doc?

- Faro bank. I feel lucky. See you later.

Hey, Jerry, where've you been?

How's about you and me findin' a cozy corner

and a nice cold bottle of wine, huh?

If it's all right with you, cutie, I'll take a rain check.

Something I can do for you, lady?

Yes. I'm looking for John Halliday.

John? Oh, you mean Doc Halliday?

Yes.

Uh, you'll find him over there,

buckin' the tiger.

Sarah.

Hello, John.

What are you doing here?

Cash me in. Come on.

Let's sit over here.

Can I... get you

something to drink, to eat?

No, John.

- Did you just arrive on the stage?

- Yes.

How did you find out where I was?

Well, I've been searching

for two years.

Why did you do it, John?

What else was there to do?

I couldn't fasten

a dying man onto you.

I was a sick dog,

and I snuck away like a sick dog.

Without even saying good-bye.

- I felt it was best that way.

- Best for you perhaps.

I hoped it would be for you too.

It wasn't very flattering to me, John,

for you to think my love so weak.

No. No, Sarah.

I knew you'd insist on going through

with the marriage no matter what.

That's why I left.

I couldn't take advantage of you.

- That's why I had to leave.

- And now you see it was no use.

Here I am.

Yes, here you are.

- But you can't stay, Sarah. You've got to go.

- Why, John?

Because it's not right.

You don't know me. I'm a stranger.

- You?

- Yes, Sarah. Sick or well...

I'm not the John Halliday

you knew back in Illinois.

I'm nothing like him. There's no resemblance

at all. You don't know...

Oh, I do know.

They've told me all about you.

In Dodge City, in Globe, in Tucson,

in Lordsburg, all through the West.

"Doc Halliday, the killer, '

they called you.

"Killer"?

John Halliday, the kind young doctor

who leaned over sick babies all night?

John Halliday, who cried

when Mrs. Foster died in childbirth?

- John Halliday...

- I don't want to hear anymore.

Yes, I'm a killer. What of it?

Life's nothing... my life, anybody's life.

What's the difference

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