My Darling Clementine
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Hya! Hya!
Hya! Hya! Hya! Come on, dogie!
Whoa...
Texas?
Chihuahua steers.
- Howdy.
- Howdy.
My name's Clanton. This is my
boy, Ike. My oldest boy.
Yeah. Two, three miles
straight up the trail.
- Yeah.
Me and my brothers, we're
trailing them on to California.
If you ain't committed to no shipper,
I'll take them off your hands.
Not interested.
Make you a good offer. Pay you
in silver, three dollars a head.
Nope.
- Might raise you to five dollars silver.
- Paid more than that in Mexico.
They'll be a sorry-looking lot
when you get to California.
They'll feed out when we
get to grass country.
Sure is rough-looking country.
Ain't no cow country. Mighty
different where I come from.
- What do they call this place?
- Just over the rise, big town...
- ...called Tombstone. Fine town.
- Tombstone?
Yeah, I heard of it.
Well, me and my brothers...
might ride in there tonight. Get
ourselves a shave, glass of beer.
You'd enjoy yourself. Wide awake,
wide-open town, Tombstone.
- Get anything you want there.
- Thank you.
James, this is mighty fine chow.
One of these days you're gonna
be as good a cook as Ma.
- I'm learning and trying.
- That's what I'm telling him.
Corey Sue ain't marrying him because
he's pretty. Because he's a good cook.
There goes that chingadera again.
That sure is a mighty
pretty piece of brass.
Brass? That's solid silver.
Twenty-five American dollars' worth of
solid silver, ain't it, brother Wyatt?
It sure is, James.
Don't let him fool you.
Ain't that the truth now.
Let's mount up. If we're going
to town, let's get going.
Twenty-five dollars gold.
By gollies, you sure got a bargain.
- Whoa, girl! Whoa!
- So long, James.
So long, James.
So long, Wyatt. Morgan.
So long, Virgil.
There it is. Tombstone.
Let's go.
Good evening, gentlemen. Welcome
to the Bon Ton Tonsorial Parlor.
- Barbershop?
- Well, if you want to call it that.
What can I do for you?
- Shave.
- Hair cut?
- Shave.
- We give baths too.
Shave.
I don't know how to work it
so good. Only had it a week.
Come all the way from Chicago.
- Say, you fellows miners?
- No.
- Prospectors?
- We're cattlemen...
Shave, please.
Hey!
Hey, barber!
What kind of a town is this?
Barber!
Luke, you know your duty. You and
your marshals go and get him out.
That's Indian Charlie in there, drunk.
I ain't committing suicide on myself.
- Me neither.
- I ain't going in there.
What kind of a town is this anyway?
Excuse me, ma'am.
A man can't get a shave without
getting his head blown off.
You're the marshal. Get
that drunk Indian.
- Why don't you?
- They ain't paying me for it.
And they ain't paying
me enough either.
Young man, you be careful!
It's all right, ladies.
I don't blame old Luke.
I wouldn't go in there either.
What kind of a town is this anyway,
selling liquor to Indians?
Ow.
Put a knot on his head
bigger than a turkey's egg.
Indian, get out of
town and stay out.
How'd you like to stay
on here, as marshal?
Nope. Barber!
- 200 a month goes with this badge.
- Not interested.
I'm just passing through trying
to get a relaxing shave.
- We'll make it 250.
- Not interested.
Hey, Mr. Bon Ton!
- Shave, please.
- We want to thank you, Mr...?
- Earp. Wyatt Earp.
- What?
You're not the marshal
from Dodge City?
Ex-marshal.
The cattle's gone!
James!
James!
- Mayor, is that marshaling job still open?
- It is.
- I'll take it.
- It's yours.
Providing my brothers
are my deputies.
- When do you want to start?
- Now.
- Who runs the gambling around here?
- Doc Holliday, mostly.
- Who runs the cattle?
- The Clantons.
Old man Clanton and his four sons.
Good evening, Mr. Clanton.
Good evening.
The fellow with the
trail herd, remember?
Oh, sure, I remember you.
You was right. I didn't
get very far with them.
They was rustled this evening.
That so?
Well, that's too bad.
Guess you ain't heading
for California, huh?
No. I figured on
sticking around a while.
Got myself a job.
- Cowpunching?
- Marshaling.
Marshaling? In Tombstone?
Well! Good luck to you, Mr...?
Earp. Wyatt Earp.
1864, 1882.
Eighteen years.
Didn't get much of a
chance, did you, James?
I wrote to Pa and Corey Sue. They're
gonna be all busted up over it.
Corey Sue's young. But Pa,
guess he'll never get over it.
I'll be coming out to see you regular,
James. So will Morg and Virg.
We're gonna be around
here for a while.
Can't tell. Maybe when
we leave this country...
young kids like you will be
able to grow up and live safe.
- What'd you find?
from Clanton country to the river.
They're moving cattle, all right.
Well, get yourself some sleep. There's
coffee on the stove and some beans.
Morg's riding shotgun to Tucson.
Say, maybe I'd better ask around
the banks while I'm down there.
They're too smart for that.
Chihuahua, sing us the one
about the old blind mule.
Hey, Mac. I hear Doc's
coming back tonight.
Well, maybe he is and maybe
he ain't. I ain't heard.
Well, do you know where he's been?
Tucson. Over the border.
I love poker.
Yes, sir, I really love poker.
Every hand a different problem.
I've got to do a
little figuring here.
What would I do if I was in
your boots, Mr. Gambler?
You drew three cards
and I stood pat...
and yet you raised me.
Now the question is,
what should I do?
Yeah, mighty interesting game,
poker. A game of chance.
Listen, miss, I admire poker,
but you're increasing the odds.
- I catch you doing that again, I'll run...
- Listen, Mr. Tin Star Marshal.
This is Doc Holliday's town,
and when he comes back...
Sorry, but I don't like
eight-handed poker deals.
- Mr. Marshal, you don't think that I...
- Oh, no.
- Well, where were we?
- He just raised you, marshal.
Oh, yeah.
Well, seeing as you know
I got three of a kind...
I guess I'll...
How are you, Doc?
Have a good trip?
Doc Holliday.
Nice-looking fella.
Don't let's have trouble.
I told you to get out
of town and stay out.
- Oh, Doc, I'll cut you in on the game...
- I told you to get out of town.
Check me in, will you?
That door's for
ladies and gentlemen.
Go on with your game, gentlemen.
Well, you can cash me in. It's
getting late. I'll see you all later.
This sure is a hard town for a fella
to have a quiet game of poker in.
- Howdy.
- Good evening.
- I'm...
- Wyatt Earp. I know.
I know all about you and
I've heard a lot
about you too, Doc.
You left your mark around in
Deadwood, Denver and places.
In fact, a man could almost follow your
trail going from graveyard to graveyard.
There's one here too.
The biggest graveyard
west of the Rockies.
Marshals and I usually get along better
when we understand that right away.
- Get your meaning, Doc.
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