My Darling Clementine Page #2

- Good. Have a drink?

Thanks. Believe I will.

Mac, a glass of champagne

for the marshal.

Make it whiskey.

You're my guest, marshal.

Champagne.

Champagne it is, Mac.

- Plan on staying here long?

- A while.

Till you catch the rustlers

that killed your brother?

- That's the general idea.

- What's the specific idea?

I don't follow you, quite.

You haven't taken it into your

head to deliver us from all evil?

I hadn't thought of it quite like

that. But it ain't a bad idea.

- That's what I'm getting paid for.

- Let's get down to cases, marshal.

I, for instance.

How would you handle me if I

took a notion to break the law?

- You already have.

- For example?

Running that tinhorn out of town.

That's none of your business.

I see we're in opposite

camps, marshal. Draw.

- Can't.

- We can take care of that easily enough.

Mac!

My brother Morg's gun.

The big one, that's Morg.

The other one, that good-looking

fellow, that's my brother Virg.

- This is Doc Holliday, fellas.

- Hiya, Doc.

- Howdy.

- Howdy.

Have a drink.

Don't mind if I do, Doc.

- Join us, Mac.

- Yes, sir. Thank you.

Gentlemen.

- Your health.

- Your health, Doc.

Thank you.

Come, my good man. Give me service,

or I'll take my patronage elsewhere.

Your foot, sir.

Champagne.

- The actor in tonight's show.

- Shakespeare in Tombstone.

Coming right up, Mr. Shakespeare.

It's been a long time since

I've heard Shakespeare.

How would you like

to join me tonight?

Yeah, fine.

See he gets to the theater

or there won't be a show.

- Mac, cash in for me, will you?

- Yes, sir.

Take Mr. Thorndyke

to the Bird Cage.

Bird Cage? You're incarcerating

me in a bird cage, sir?

- That's the name of the theater.

- The theater? The show!

Good heavens, the show must go on.

Lead on.

Drinks on the house.

May I present my

friend, Wyatt Earp.

Him? A friend?

- "He." Not "him."

- Well, he or him.

He ain't no friend of mine.

What she's trying to say,

Doc, is, we've met before.

Sort of found ourselves together

in a eight-handed poker game.

Ladies...

and gentlemen.

Owing to circumstances that

I had nothing to do with...

the show The Convict's Oath

will not appear tonight.

But as if I didn't already

have enough trouble...

that eminent actor, that

sterling tragedian...

Mr. Granville...

Thorndyke!

has completely disappeared.

Wait a minute. What are

you acting so mad about?

This is the fourth time

this year this happened.

Bird imitators. Bird

imitators, that's all we get.

- I can explain that.

- What are you fixing to do?

Be reasonable. All we want to

do is ride him round town...

a couple of times on the rail.

Well, that sounds

reasonable enough to me.

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

I got a better idea.

Just give me 15 minutes and I

think I can find this Mr...

Thorndyke!

I'll bring him back here. Now sit down.

Take your seats and have another beer.

Look, Yorick, can't you give

us nothing but them poems?

I have a very large

repertoire, sir.

Great. All right, Yorick,

go ahead. Shoot.

Minstrel, pray help me.

Wait. I want to hear this.

Thank you.

To be, or not to be,

that is the question...

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind...

to suffer the slings and arrows

of outrageous fortune...

or to take arms against

a sea of troubles...

and by opposing, end them.

To die, to sleep, no more...

and by a sleep to say we

end the heartaches...

and the thousand natural

shocks that flesh is heir to.

'Tis a consummation

devoutly to be wished.

To die, to sleep.

To sleep, perchance to dream.

Ay, there's the rub...

for in that sleep of death...

what dreams may come when we have

shuffled off this mortal coil...

That's enough. That's enough.

You don't know nothing

but them poems.

You can't sing.

Maybe you can dance.

Leave him alone.

Please go on, Mr. Thorndyke.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Must give us pause.

There's the respect that makes

calamity of so long life...

for who would bear the whips

and scorns of time...

the law's delay...

the insolence of office...

and the spurns that patient

merit of the unworthy take...

when he himself might his quietus

make with a bare bodkin?

Who would fardels bear, to grunt

and sweat under a weary life...

Life...

Please help me, sir.

But that the dread of

something after death...

Would you carry on? I'm afraid...

It's been so long.

The undiscovered country...

from whose bourn no

traveler returns...

puzzles the will...

and makes us rather bear

those ills we have...

than fly to others

that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make

cowards of us all...

They're waiting for you at

the theater, Mr. Thorndyke.

Thank you, sir.

Shakespeare was not meant for

taverns, nor for tavern louts.

Yo rick stays here.

My apologies, marshal. Ike and

Phin have had a little whiskey.

I figured they're

just having some fun.

Come on, Mr. Thorndyke,

I'll take you to the theater.

Stop!

Stop, Pa! Stop!

- When you pull a gun, kill a man.

- Yes, Pa.

Whoa! Whoa!

Tombstone, folks.

All out for breakfast.

How's that, Bill? How's that?

Go on. Get up there. Go on. Get up.

- How're you this morning, Earp?

- Fine.

How are things in

Deadwood, Mr. Gambler?

All right, I guess.

- Brother with you?

- No.

Get yourself some flapjacks. The

stage is leaving in 30 minutes.

See you're on it.

Thank you.

- I'll prepare a room for you.

- Thank you.

Can I help you, ma'am?

Dad's usually here to

take care of the...

- Is that your duffel up there?

- Yes.

Alice, give me a stack of buckwheat

cakes with plenty of molasses...

and a steak, rare. A couple hunks

of bacon if you got some...

and a big pot of coffee.

I'm looking for Dr. John Holliday.

- You mean Doc Holliday?

- Well, I imagine so.

Doc Holliday. Why, he rode out of town

about 3:
00 this morning, heading south.

I don't know when

he'll be back, ma'am.

He'll most likely

be back suppertime.

Maybe you'd like to have some

breakfast, freshen up a bit.

I would like some coffee.

- Have you got a room for Miss...

- Carter. Clementine Carter.

Thank you.

See if Josefina can't get a few buckets

of hot water so she can take a bath.

Yes, marshal.

That's Doc's room. You're

across the hall from him.

John's room?

Oh, that's John with a mustache.

He is a good surgeon, isn't he?

I wouldn't know, ma'am.

That's a nice picture of you.

All right, folks, all together now.

Tombstone is grateful to you

for a wonderful performance.

Mr. Mayor, I'm touched

by your tribute.

- Have my card.

- Thank you very much.

Sorry you're leaving.

Here's your bill.

The bill.

Thank you.

Great souls by instinct

to each other turn...

demand allegiance, and

in friendship burn.

Goodnight, sweet prince.

- Goodbye!

- Parting is such sweet sorrow.

- Would you like a glass of beer, ma'am?

- No, thank you.

I'm looking for Dr. John Holliday.

- Who?

- Dr. John Holliday.

Oh. Well, I'll see if I can

find him for you, ma'am.

Thank you.

- Go right in, ma'am.

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