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what happens to him...

and I've got a hunch that you're the only one

that can make him care.

No, I'm afraid you're mistaken.

John doesn't need me.

Not anymore.

Aren't you talking

to the wrong person?

Say, you don't think Jerry means

anything to him, do you?

- Well, doesn't she?

- Not a thing. She's crazy about him...

but as far as he goes,

she's just a...

You're the only one that counts.

It isn't her picture

he's carrying around in his wallet.

Doc's eatin' out

his heart over you.

He wants you, but he doesn't

want to saddle you with a sick man.

- Between the two notions, he's almost loco.

- Well, what can I do?

Stay and put up a fight.

If anybody can save him, you can.

If I were just sure you were right.

I am right.

You're his only chance.

What do you say?

- All right. I'm going to stay.

- Good.

- Don't let Jerry bother you.

I think I can take care of her.

- Thank you. You're very kind.

Doc'll need a lot of tender nursing

when he comes to.

- I'll take care of him.

- That's fine. Good night, ma'am.

Good night.

I want to talk to you

a minute, Jerry.

- What about?

- Doc. Come on.

Oh.

- Sit down, Jerry.

- I can hear just as good standing.

Take it easy. I'm not here to rawhide you.

I'm going to ask you for a favor.

You ask me a favor?

- Yeah, I want you to give Doc a break.

- Do what?

- He's in a bad way, Jerry,

and you're not good for him.

- Oh, no?

No. But there's somebody

in town who is.

And if you think a lot of Doc and want

to help him, you'll get out of her way.

Her way? You talkin' about that

high-nosed dame over the hotel?

Say, listen. Doc doesn't care

two hoots about her.

Oh, yes, he does.

More than he'll ever care for anyone.

- She means life to him.

- What am I, a funeral?

- Say, does Doc know you're talking to me?

- No.

No? Well, wait'll he finds out.

He'll twist that tin star around your heart.

Doc don't stand for anybody

buttin' into his affairs, and I don't neither.

Say, if you like the dame so well,

why don't you grab her off for yourself?

- Now, listen, Jerry...

- I won't.

You've been buttin' into

my affairs ever since you came here.

You try and bust up things

between Doc and me...

and I'll make it

the sorriest day of your life.

- I want to talk with you.

- What's up?

- Got a complaint from the Palace of Pleasure?

- No.

No, it serves Pringle right.

- I want you to ride shotgun

on my stage tomorrow.

- Yeah? Why?

There may be nothing to it, but a rumor has come

to me that Curly Bill might try a holdup.

- We're shipping out a lot of bullion.

- I see.

Now here's the plan.

We'll ship tomorrow...

that is, Sunday instead of Monday...

and maybe throw them off their guard.

- Good idea.

- You won't have to ride the

stage all the way to Tucson.

Just go as far as Grainger's ranch.

He'll give you a horse to come back with.

- Okay.

- Stage leaves about 6:00 in the morning.

What's the matter with you galoots?

Ain't you ever seen a lady's ankle?

- How's your mine doing?

- Doing very good. She's running

about 500 or 600 to a ton.

Well, this is a good place to spend it.

- Hey, Ben.

- Why, hello, Jerry. What are you doing here?

- I want to talk to you alone for a minute.

- All right.

Come on back to the office.

Well, Jerry.

What's on your mind?

- What'll you give for a

valuable piece of information?

- What kind of information?

The stage is going out tomorrow instead

of Monday with a load of silver.

- Why should that interest me?

- Earp's riding shotgun, and

I know you don't like Earp.

Hmm. What else do you know?

Well, I happen to know that you

and Curly Bill are like that.

You're a smart girl, Jerry. Are you playing me

for a sucker, or do you want a cut in?

No, there's only one way

you can cut me in.

See that Curly Bill

takes care of Earp.

- Oh, you don't like him either.

- No, I don't like him either.

The happiest day of my life

will be when I can spit in his coffin.

- Leaving town, Mr. Foy?

- Yes, if I live that long.

Oh! Say, can I ride

up there with you?

Sure. Hop right up.

- All ready, Bill?

- Yup.

I don't think it'll be very safe

for you up there, Mr. Foy.

It isn't very safe for me in there either,

Mr. Marshal.

Huh?

Doc, where are you going?

Tucson.

Mr. Foy, you mind holding these?

Get going, Bill.

I'll ride inside with Doc.

Giddap!

How come you're riding shotgun?

Bullion.

I'm taking it as far as Grainger's.

We may have a visit

from Curly Bill.

Hmm. Well.

Doc!

- Say, where is he?

- I don't know. He was here at daybreak.

Oh, at daybreak.

So you were with him, eh?

Well, he ain't here now. You've driven him away,

that's what you've done. Why, you...

Hmm. You girls lookin'

for Doc Halliday?

- Yes.

- Yeah.

- He's gone.

- Oh, I know that. But where?

- He took the stage this mornin'.

The stage?

Are you sure he took the stage?

- Sure I'm sure. I seen him get in.

- They'll kill him.

They hate him as much as they do Earp.

They'll kill him, I tell you!

That's what they'll do!

Who'll kill who?

What are you talking about?

Is John in danger?

Tell me. What is it?

Curly Bill and his gang, they...

Oh! What have I done?

Oh, what have I done?

- Well, what have you done?

What's the matter? Tell me!

You don't think I got any pleasure

out of hittin' you over the head, do you?

- I saw you headin' for trouble...

- Suppose I was.

After all, I am marshal of Tombstone.

When you started to take a shot

at my favorite bartender...

What you did at the Bella Union,

I don't care about.

It's interfering in my personal affairs.

- Did it ever occur to you to

mind your own business?

- Yes, quite often.

- I thought we were friends.

- We were, but that gave you

no right to do what you did.

I had my own plans

for ending a certain situation...

and it would've ended that way

if you hadn't interfered.

- That's right. I did talk to her.

- Yes. And since the lady has decided to stay...

there's nothing left

for me to do but go.

So, you see, Mr. Earp, sticking your nose into

my business hasn't changed things any.

L... I'm sorry you feel that way about it.

I thought I was doing you a good turn.

She's a wonderful gal, Doc. And you'd never

be a burden to her... not to her.

You know, all I ever knew about love

is what I've seen of it...

around dance halls

and places like that.

But it can be entirely different...

altogether different.

Hey, what's the idea of these things?

If we run into trouble,

you'll find 'em mighty handy.

Trouble?

I'm not looking for trouble.

I mind my own business.

Why don't you change your mind

and go back with me? We can get horses...

- Drop the subject! I've had enough of you.

- You have, have you?

You're a crazy fool. I oughta hit you over

the head and drag you back to Tombstone.

Yeah? Maybe you'd like to try it.

If I tried it, I'd do it. You've buffaloed a lot

of people in your time...

- Earp, I've got a handkerchief here.

- Go ahead. Pull it.

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