Gunfight at the O.K. Corral Page #5

- Doc, please!

- Deal.

Well, what have we here?

A dance! Now ain't that nice?

You folks gonna invite us in?

Ain't very hospitable, are they, boss?

You'd better get that scum of yours

south of the deadline.

Do you hear that, boys?

These are respectable folks.

They're good enough to take our money.

I say my men are good enough to dance

with your women!

My boys want to dance!

Piano player, make some music!

- Hello, Shanghai.

- Well,

now my day is complete.

You and me are gonna settle

for this scar you gave me in Wichita.

Unbuckle your guns, boys, and come on

down to the calaboose with me.

You better start praying, Earp.

You pulled your last bluff.

Start thinking straight, Shanghai,

before you get into too much trouble

and you can't get out of it.

Let's work him over, boss.

Yeah, that's a real good idea.

Maybe your friends would like to see

how tough you really are.

I'd like to see you do a dance, Marshal.

That's mighty brave talk, Shanghai,

with 20 men behind you.

Let's you and me step out

into the street alone.

Oh, no. You don't sucker me into that.

Can't bluff your way out, huh?

All right, boys, take the skunk.

You gentlemen made such a racket,

Frank Loving was too scared to deal.

You busted my winning streak.

Fun's over, boys. Unbuckle them.

- Let's shoot it out.

- All right, Shanghai?

Go ahead, draw, all of you!

- But you get it first, Shanghai.

- And you second, Ringo.

Well, call the play.

I'll give you five seconds

to unbuckle your guns.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

We had enough fun, boys.

Unbuckle them.

Harry, Jackson, get the hardware.

Get moving!

Doc!

Anybody else want to try their luck?

Get moving.

Come on, keep moving, all of you!

All right, Doc. We ain't finished yet.

You would have been,

but I feel in a charitable mood tonight.

Keep moving. Come on.

Kelly, take them down

and lock them up for the night.

You heard the marshal.

Come on, let's get moving.

I don't suppose you want my thanks.

Let's just say my account is paid in full.

And don't take it personal, Marshal.

- Morning, Doc.

- Morning.

Just thought you'd like to know

there's going to be one less lawman

in the territory.

That's always good news to me.

I'm heading for California,

buying a ranch.

Taking your good advice,

getting out while there's time.

Smart man.

Laura's coming with me.

We're getting married in a few days.

We'd like you to

come to the wedding, Doc,

if it doesn't interfere with your poker.

I'm not good at weddings, only funerals.

Deal me out.

Wyatt,

this is a real lady.

I wish you both a lot of happiness.

You're lucky to be getting out

of this country.

Why don't you try your luck?

So long, Doc.

Take me back, Doc.

Please?

Give me another chance.

Please take me back.

I'll do anything you say.

I don't care how you treat me.

Doc, I'm sorry for what I done.

It's not your fault, Kate. It's not my fault.

It's not anybody's fault.

It's just the way the cards fall.

I never gave you much of a chance,

did I?

Yeah, maybe it could have been

different if I was right to you, but...

It ain't too late, Doc.

I'll be good to you, I promise.

It's too late for both of us.

Do something better for yourself

while you've still got the chance.

Don't let me go, Doc.

- Don't let me go back there.

- Leave me alone. Just leave me alone.

I'll see you dead.

- Hiya, Wyatt.

- Charlie.

You got a letter

from the Attorney General.

What's he got to say?

He says he can get you an appointment

as US Marshal any time you want it.

Wyatt Earp, United States Marshal.

That's all I need.

These are all dead, Charlie.

Oh, before I forget.

This is yours now.

I'm through as a lawman for good.

- Oh, you got a telegram, too.

- Read it.

Virgil's my brother. He's in trouble.

He needs me. Try to understand, Laura.

I understand I was foolish to fall in love.

- Oh, if only I could...

- Wyatt, when I first met you,

I told you I wouldn't follow you from

town to town, sitting in the darkness,

waiting for someone to bring the news

you've been killed.

I won't live that way.

We're not going to start a life together

with a gun in your hand.

I swear to you, Laura,

I'm through after Tombstone.

You'll never be through.

Your reputation will follow you

wherever you are.

- Laura, he's my brother!

- And I'm to be your wife.

Don't ask me to let him down.

Don't let me down then.

I'll give up anything.

I'll go anywhere for you.

I'll work beside you in the fields.

But you've got to meet me halfway.

I must go to Tombstone.

All right, go. Clean up Tombstone.

There's 100 more Tombstones

on the frontier,

all waiting for the great Wyatt Earp.

Go on, clean them all up!

Go on!

I love you, Laura.

I love you, Wyatt.

Ride on

To hell

And gone

Wyatt's heart was sad

He'd give all he had to stay

Stay on

Wyatt's lady fair, he left her crying there

He broke his vow

and rode away to Tombstone

Afternoon, Marshal. Out for a little ride?

About 700 miles worth. Tombstone.

Tombstone, huh?

I was heading that way myself.

Understand the climate down there

may be better for my cough.

Since when have you gotten interested

in your health?

Well, it's really a matter of finances.

The deck's gone cold here.

Nobody will give me any play.

Mind if I ride along?

It's a free country, hop on.

Where's your gear?

- Boot Hill

- On a hill, on a hill

- Boot Hill

- There's a chill, there's a chill

- So cold

- Mighty cold, mighty cold

- So still

- Mighty still, mighty still

Will the Doc and his friend

Will both of them end

In the graveyard

That's known as Boot Hill?

Thanks for the ride.

Sell my horse and get a good price.

Doc...

I know, no knives, no guns, no killings.

Man, that's good.

I'd just about forgot

what a home-cooked meal tastes like.

Betty, I'm going to steal you

away from Virgil.

By golly, Wyatt, you're going to be

the only single one left.

I got a family going in Deadwood.

Even little Jimmy here is tying the knot

when he gets back to California.

What do you mean "little Jimmy"?

I'll be 19 next month.

Nineteen!

Say, when are you gonna

get hitched, Wyatt?

Cigar?

There's the signal for women

and children to leave the room.

Come on, Tommy.

It's your bedtime now.

- Aw, Mom, do I have to?

- Yes, you do.

Your uncles will all be here tomorrow.

- Good night, Uncle Wyatt.

- Good night, Tommy.

- Good night, Uncle Morgan.

- Good night, son.

- Good night, Uncle James.

- Good night, Tommy.

- Good night, Daddy.

- Good night, Son.

It's nice to have you here.

I only wish it were

under happier circumstances.

Seems pretty upset.

Well, she's been asking me for a year

to quit marshalling.

You know how women are.

All right.

Now let's get down to business.

Now, Morgan and Jimmy

know the setup here.

Now, Wyatt, you know Ike Clanton.

He has a ranch outside city limits.

Yes, I know.

Well, he's organised the toughest bunch

of gunslingers you ever laid eyes on.

And he owns the County Sheriff.

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