Gunfight at the O.K. Corral Page #7

begin to worry if I'm not back soon.

That don't cut no ice with me, Wyatt.

You're out of your territory this time.

Am I?

My appointment,

United States Marshal.

Sorry to disappoint you.

Now wait a minute, Wyatt.

I'm not looking for a fight,

but you've got to stop pushing me.

Now why don't we sit down

and talk it over?

I'll make you any kind of deal you ask.

The only deal I want is for you to run

that stolen herd back to Mexico.

- Did you see the judge?

- I seen him.

Well?

There's no legal way you can keep a

United States Marshal out of the county.

Judge was packing up to leave

when I got there.

I think it's about time

we all pack up and leave, Ike.

Shut up, Frank!

There's only one thing we can do.

We didn't have no trouble

till that Wyatt Earp got here.

You're making sense now, Ike.

All right.

We got no choice.

We'll ambush him tonight.

Ain't you forgetting

about the rest of the Earps?

Now, look, we can handle the Earps

if we make this a personal fight.

- What if they bring in Clum?

- They won't, they're too proud.

They're gonna come to us

the way we want.

It's a law bigger than any law

in the books.

Family pride.

We'll get that Wyatt

when he makes his late round.

Don't make no difference to me.

Tired?

Yeah, I guess I must have dozed a little.

- Betty sent some coffee.

- Well, that's gonna hit the spot.

It's awful quiet.

Too quiet.

Wyatt, do you figure we're gonna have

to fight it out with the Clantons?

I wish I knew, Jimmy.

Maybe Ike will see

how hopeless it all is.

- You itching to get back to California?

- I think about it all the time.

- She must be quite a girl.

- Yeah, she is.

Well,

I better get to work.

Look, how about letting me

make the rounds for you tonight?

I get awful lonesome sitting here

with nothing to do but think.

Sure, you go ahead.

I could use some sleep.

Least when I'm making the rounds, it

gives me something else to think about.

Ike's called the play.

We'll do it his way now.

Don't do that, Wyatt.

That's what they want.

Don't let them push you

into a personal fight.

That's mighty funny coming from you.

You're a lawman, Wyatt.

Don't throw away a lifetime's work.

Where's your logic?

To hell with logic!

That's my brother lying there.

- Who is it?

- Open the door!

Start talking, Kate.

Doc,

- I don't know nothing about it.

- Talk!

Why?

What difference does it make now?

I sure messed everything up real good,

ain't I?

I wanted you back,

because I love you.

And...

I thought if Wyatt was out of the way,

you'd come back to me.

And that's why I kept quiet

when I heard them.

I must've been out of my mind!

Where?

The Clanton ranch.

Who was there?

I didn't want that boy to be killed!

Who was there?

Ike, Finn, Cotton Wilson

and the MacLowerys.

And Ringo?

Was Ringo there?

Yes, Ringo was there.

Don't, Doc. Don't, Doc.

Oh, please don't, Doc!

Doc! Doc!

Please don't, Doc.

Please don't kill me!

Please! Please! Please!

No, don't kill me!

Doc?

Doc.

Doc!

Oh, Doc.

It's all right, honey.

It's all right, honey.

Wyatt, Ike sent me.

I didn't have nothing to do with it.

I didn't know nothing about James!

You gotta believe me, you got to.

I guess it's just because

your name is Clanton.

Ike sent me to see you.

He wants to meet with you

and your family, personal.

- I've been expecting it.

- With no interference from Clum.

You have my word.

How many men is he bringing?

Six.

There'll be Ike and Finn and Ringo

and the MacLowerys.

Where and when?

Sunup at OK Corral.

You tell Ike we'll be there.

You said six.

I'll be coming with them.

Don't do it, Billy.

Give yourself a chance to live.

No, I thought about it.

I thought real hard about it.

No, sir, I can't run.

Ike and Finn are my brothers.

You understand that, don't you?

Yes, Billy, I understand that.

How can you sit there

like you're playing checkers?

How can you sit there like that?

What's the matter with you?

Why don't you go get John Clum

and ask for some help?

I told you, this is not Clum's affair.

This is personal,

between us and Ike Clanton.

But you're lawmen.

You are lawmen, all three of you.

You have no right to put yourselves

above the safety of this town!

Your duty is to the people,

not to your own pride.

Proud, proud men.

Look at you.

Look at the proud men!

Morgan,

does your wife know

she'll be a widow tomorrow?

I think you'd better leave the room.

Virgil, your son wants to

kiss you good night.

See you in the morning.

Doc, wake up.

Doc, it's me, Wyatt.

Wake up! Do you hear me?

You drunken sot!

I need you, Doc. Don't let me down.

Wake up, do you hear me? Wake up.

Leave him alone.

Can't you see he's dying?

Leave them alone.

Doc, how do you feel?

The fight's this morning,

isn't it?

What?

I don't know.

Doc, you can't.

You can't!

Doc, you can't!

Look, you can't even stand up!

You're gonna die for sure

if you go out there.

If I'm gonna die, at least let me die

with the only friend I ever had.

We don't make no difference, huh?

You and I?

We don't matter, Kate.

We haven't mattered

since the day we were born.

- Get the horses around back.

- All right.

Get going, Cotton.

Frank, take the rifle,

get inside the wagon.

Up front.

Morgan and Virgil are waiting.

Ike wants to talk to you alone.

He's unarmed.

Wait a minute, Wyatt.

Kate told me about the killing

of your brother.

It was the Clantons all right

and you were in on it!

I had nothing to do with it.

Get back where you belong.

- Believe me, Wyatt, if...

- Get back with your friends.

They're coming.

- They got Doc Holliday with them.

- Holliday, huh?

Cotton, you get over with the horses.

Ike, I can't take

this kind of gunplay anymore.

Let me out.

Get over there.

Seven of them with Cotton.

I only see six.

Spread.

Frank.

Hit the dirt!

Cover me.

Shotgun!

- You all right?

- All right, all right.

Cotton, you chicken-livered, miserable...

He killed my brother!

- Tom, stay back, you fool!

- He killed my brother!

Come on, Earp! I'll kill you!

Come on, Earp!

Earp, come out and get it!

Virge, hurt bad?

Yeah, my legs.

Doc.

I'll take care of Ringo.

Billy,

throw down your gun and come on out.

Give up, boy! You haven't got a chance!

Come in and get me.

Come in and get me!

Don't make me do it, boy.

Don't make me do it.

I'm shoving off, Doc.

How are the brothers?

Coming along fine.

They're gonna be all right.

Another glass, Joe.

I just want you to know

I'd have never made it without you.

- Where you heading?

- California.

Laura?

I don't know. I hope so.

She'll be waiting.

Will you listen to me for just once?

Will you get up to that hospital

in Denver?

At this rate, you can't last

more than a couple of months.

You crazy?

And give up this winning streak?

I'll see you around.

So long, Preacher.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

- Hello, Doc.

- Hi, Doc.

- What's the name of this game?

- Boot Hill

- On a hill, on a hill

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