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what happens to a lot of rats...

caught in a trap...

what they do, how they act?

Sarah, you've got to go.

No, John.

I've searched too long.

But I don't want you.

- You don't mean that, John.

- Yes, I do. It's got to be that way, Sarah.

You don't know everything. You'd leave

quickly enough if I told you...

All right, Doc.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

Thanks, Jerry, darling.

So, now you see

how things stand, don't you?

There's a stage out in the morning.

Go on back where you belong

and leave me alone.

There's a side door over there.

I think you'll find it's the quickest way out.

Hello, Doc. Oh, I know.

I got it for you right away.

Here's your milk.

Who said I wanted that?

Whiskey.

Whiskey?

Sure, si, whiskey.

What's the matter? Didn't you ever

see anybody drink whiskey before?

No. I never see you drink whiskey.

Well, you're seein' me now.

I think I do.

- They're gonna do it. They're gonna do it.

- Do what?

Hurrah our show tonight...

the Palace of Pleasure crowd.

Oh, I've heard some talk about 'em

makin' trouble here, but don't worry.

- Nothing's gonna happen.

- Well, but are you sure, mister?

L- I've got a lot of money

tied up in Foy.

Forget all about it.

That's what I'm here for...

to give you protection and see

that nobody bothers you.

- Take it easy.

- Yeah, l-l-l-I don't know.

Come in.

I've come for you, Foy.

Oh, yes? I'll be ready in a minute.

There's a big crowd

over at the Bella Union?

- I wouldn't know. You ain't goin' there.

- What did you say?

I said you wasn't goin'

to the Bella Union.

You're gonna do your act

at the Palace of Pleasure.

Why, there must be some mistake.

The Palace did make me an offer,

but my contract calls for...

Don't talk so much and finish up.

We'll pay you your dough.

But you better be funny.

Oh, yes. Uh, I'll be funny, all right.

I'll do my best.

Might be a little nervous,

but I guess that happens.

Well, guess we'll get along now, eh?

Ladies and gents,

we got a big surprise for you tonight.

Instead of appearin'

in that cheap joint across the street...

like maybe you seen advertised,

Eddie Foy will appear here.

Now, I don't need to tell you

how good he is.

You maybe seen him in other camps.

But anyhow, you've heard about him.

- Eddie Foy!

- All right. Don't try nothin'funny.

- Nothing funny?

- You know what I mean. I'll be right here with this.

Go on.

All right. Give him a hand.

Sunday morning just at 9:00

Dan McGinty dressed so fine

Stood looking up

at a very high stone wall

When his friend, young Pat McGann

Says I'll bet five dollars, Dan

I could carry you to the top

without a fall

So on his shoulders he took Dan

to climb the ladder he began

And he soon commenced

to reach up near the top

When McGinty

the cute old rogue

To win the five, he did let go

Never thinking

just how far he had to drop

Oh

Down went McGinty

to the bottom of the wall

And though he won the five

he was more dead than alive

Sure, his ribs and nose and back

were broke from getting such a fall

Dressed in his best suit of clothes

- Hello, Doc.

- Get away from me.

Doc... He drink whiskey

like crazy man.

Yeah, I been noticin'.

Always Doc says

whiskey no good for him.

He say, "Someday when I want

a quick way out, I drink whiskey."

- "Quick way out," eh?

- Yeah, that's what he told me.

- They... They've kidnapped him.

- Who?

- Eddie Foy. He's over at the Palace of Pleasure.

- Yeah?

Maybe he changed his mind,

and that's where he wants to be.

No, it ain't. They came over to the hotel

and got him. It was Buck Newton.

Oh. In that case,

I better look into it.

- Where you goin', Earp?

- Over the Palace of Pleasure.

They've kidnapped Foy.

I'll go with you.

There might be some excitement.

Stop it.

Stop it and come down

off of there.

Come with me, Mr. Foy.

You belong across the street.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Go on. Drop 'em.

Pringle, we mustn't disappoint

the audience.

Suppose you get out there

and finish that dance yourself.

- Who, me?

- Hey, music.

But, Doc, l-I can't dance.

Go on, dance!

Aren't you oversteppin'

your authority, Marshal...

- comin' in here and interfering in my business?

- I've been pretty patient...

with you, Carter, but if you insist,

I'll lock you up for kidnapping.

- Wasn't that shooting I heard?

- Yeah, over the Palace of Pleasure.

A man named Doc Halliday just shot a man

who tried to shoot the marshal.

Any of you other gentlemen care

to shoot Mr. Earp in the back?

Come on.

Let's clean the whole place out.

No, no. No more, Doc.

We've done our job.

Come on.

Let's go back to Bella Union.

Come on, Mr. Foy!

Here's your comedian,

not much the worse for wear.

Thanks, Marshal.

Glad to see you alive, Mr. Foy.

- I need a drink.

- Come with me.

- Whiskey.

- Oh, si. Whiskey.

- Keep on with that, you'll be dead before morning.

- Yeah? Good.

Even if you don't kill yourself

with that stuff, Doc...

somebody'll kill you sure

before the night's out.

You wouldn't stand a Chinaman's chance

of defending yourself.

I can take care of myself.

I don't need anybody to look after me.

- I know what I'm doing.

- Now, listen, Doc...

Oh, what's the difference anyway?

She's gone away.

Why you sendin' her away, Doc?

Why?

What do you want me to do, saddle her

with this rotten, stinking body?

I don't want to talk about it.

You keep out of my affairs.

- Doc, don't drink anymore.

- Huh?

Please don't, Doc.

You've had enough.

You leave me alone, or I'll twist your neck.

Go on. Go away.

I don't like you.

I think I'll finish you off right now.

Doc.!

- Why, you-you broke my-my glass!

- I don't like you either!

No, Doc!

You didn't have to do that.

- If you'd have left him to me,

I'd have taken care of him.

- Hey, Bill, lend me a hand.

Don't let a little shooting

annoy you, Mr. Foy.

The boys don't mean

no harm by it.

- That's just their way of having fun.

- Well, that's very nice...

but I was under the impression

I came here to cause the fun.

So you did, Mr. Foy.

So you did.

- And if you're half as funny

as I have heard you are...

You'll have nothing

to worry about.

Where's Eddie Foy?

Hey, where's Eddie Foy? No?

Oh, there you are.

Hey, I was a-watchin' you over

at the Palace of Pleasure dancin'...

when you was so rudely interrupted.

Now I wanna see you dance again.

- I know, but I was just dancing...

- I said dance!

Now, gentlemen,

the drinks are on me.

- Who is it?

- It's the marshal.

Has anything happened to John?

No, no.

I got to talk to you tonight.

Well, just a minute.

- What is it?

- You leaving town tomorrow?

- Yes.

- You mustn't.

- Mustn't? Why not?

- Because Doc needs you. You can't go away.

Well, it isn't a question

of my going away.

John is sending me away.

Ma'am, l... I don't know what you've been to Doc.

I know very little about you and him.

- But I can tell you this: If you leave, he's a goner.

- A goner?

Doc ain't caring

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