My Darling Clementine Page #3

- Thank you.

Gentlemen!

Hello, John.

Clem!

I'd like you to meet my friend.

Wyatt Earp, Miss Clementine Carter.

We've met. Good evening.

Howdy, ma'am. I'll

see you both later.

Let's eat.

What are you up to?

It's wonderful to see

you again, John.

You are pleased that I came?

- My coming has made you unhappy.

- It was ill-advised.

Any less ill-advised than

the way you left Boston?

- How'd you know I was here?

- I didn't.

Finding you hasn't been easy.

From cow camp to cow camp.

From one mining town to another.

If nothing more, you should be

flattered to have a girl chase you.

- Clem, you've got to get out of here.

- But I'm not.

This is no place for

your kind of person.

What kind of a person am I, John?

Please go back home, Clem.

Back where you belong.

Forget that...

- Does this happen to John frequently?

- Oui, mademoiselle, each time is worse.

You're ill, John.

- So that's the reason you left.

- That has nothing to do with it.

Foolish, foolish John. As if

that would have mattered.

I tell you, the condition of my

health has nothing to do with it.

I don't believe you, John.

Then I'll give you the truth.

The man you once knew is no more.

There's not a vestige

of him left. Nothing.

- I'll take you back to the hotel.

- Please, John.

You can't send me away like this.

You can't run away from me, any more

than you can run away from yourself.

Now I know why you don't care

whether you live or die.

Why you've tried to

get yourself killed.

I've heard all about you, John,

and you're wrong, so wrong.

You've got no right

to destroy yourself.

You have a world of friends back home

who love you, John. And I love you.

There's a stage leaving in

the morning for the East.

Take it.

If you don't, I'm moving on.

Very well, John. I'll go.

Dr. John Holliday!

From where I stand, that

tin badge you wear...

doesn't give you the right to stick

your nose in my personal affairs.

What's eating you, Doc?

Why didn't you tell me

Miss Carter was here?

She told you why. She

wanted to surprise you.

Give me a clean glass, Mac.

- Don't start drinking whiskey again.

- Give me a glass, Mac.

I'll pour it.

Doc.

That stuff'll kill you.

Why don't you go away?

Squall your stupid little

songs and leave me alone.

- I'll see if I can get Doc to bed.

- Finish your supper.

- Have a drink.

- No, thanks, Doc.

I said, have a drink.

No, thanks, I just finished supper.

Look, Doc, I ain't trying to poke

my nose into your personal affairs.

But from where I stand...

a man would have to go a long ways to

find a finer girl than Miss Carter.

Or a prettier one, for that matter.

Ain't no man around who

wouldn't give his shirt to...

Marshal.

You've said enough.

Just as you say, Doc.

And this isn't any of

your business, either.

Keep that up, and you'll

be out of business.

You've just given me a

brilliant idea, marshal.

It's time I tempted fate.

Let's see...

Who's in here I don't

particularly like?

That's a sucker game, Doc.

There's probably 50 fellas in town

waiting to see you get liquored up...

so they can fill you full of holes.

Build themselves up

a great reputation.

The man that killed Doc Holliday.

Mac, give me a hand and

let's get him to bed.

All right.

- You don't think that's kind of...

- No, sir! No, sir!

New chair gets in next week

from Kansas City, Kansas.

Fine. Fine.

Sweet-smelling stuff, Mr. Earp.

Sweet-smelling stuff.

Have a good breakfast?

Yeah, stowed away a whole skillet

full of ham and eggs. Feel good.

We figured on getting a buckboard

and maybe going up to see James.

Good idea.

Thinking I might ride out there

later this afternoon myself.

If I wasn't in the territory, I'd swear

we were back home on a Sunday morning.

Yeah, with Ma scrubbing our

necks to go to camp meeting.

By golly, I'll bet that's

what it is. A camp meeting.

Could be.

You know, I swear I can almost

smell the honeysuckle blossoms.

That's me.

Barber.

- Morning.

- Morning.

You gentlemen coming to

church this morning, I hope.

We're having our first social to

raise money to finish the church.

See? It's a camp meeting.

Camp meeting! No such dad-blasted

thing! Regular church.

Is that it?

- I wondered what that lumber was for.

- Roof'll be on next week.

I hope you single men will come.

Be awful nice for the dancing.

Yeah, sis here's single.

Dad-blasted good dancer too.

Thank you, ma'am, but my brothers

got sort of a job of work to do...

and I ought to stay

around the place.

Keeping the peace is no whit less

important. Get going, sis. Good day.

- Good day.

- Good day.

There's probably a lot of nice

people here. We just ain't met them.

Come on, Morg, let's get started.

I'd like to get back for that dancing.

As for you, when Doc finds out

you butted him last night...

he'll twist that tin

badge around your heart.

I'm Chihuahua.

I'm Doc Holliday's girl.

Just wanted to make

sure you were packing.

Stop slamming doors! People bellowing,

dropping pitchers on the floor...

- I get no rest.

- I'm sorry. You're not mad, are you?

Sure not. What right have I got to

be mad with anyone or anything?

She's packing, Doc.

She's leaving town.

Happy. aren't you?

I ain't sad.

Get me a thing of...

Chihuahua, I'm going into

Mexico for a week or 10 days.

- While I'm gone, I want you...

- Take me with you, will you?

Why not?

Why not?

Tell Franois to fix a bridal

breakfast. Flowers, champagne.

You get in your prettiest dress.

Tell him the queen is dead.

Long live the queen.

Oh, Doc!

- Morning, Miss Carter.

- Good morning, Mr. Earp.

You leaving?

Yes, I'm leaving for

the East on the stage.

The eastbound stage don't

leave till noon on Sunday.

It's a mighty short visit.

Some people think I've

overstayed my visit already.

I don't know, ma'am.

But if you ask me, I think

you're giving up too easy.

Marshal, if you ask me...

I don't think you know much

about a woman's pride.

No, ma'am, maybe I don't.

Girls, don't forget to be back

in time for Sunday dinner, now.

I'm sorry about your bags.

I didn't get them down.

- The girls put together a lunch.

- Well, bless my soul. He did it.

Good morning, miss. Marshal.

John Simpson said he'd have a church

and he has. Church bells in Tombstone.

I believe that's the first church

bell I've heard in months.

Yes.

Well...

I love your town in

the morning, marshal.

The air is so clean and clear.

The scent of the desert flowers.

That's me.

- Barber.

- Oh.

Marshal, may I go with you?

You are going to the

services, aren't you?

Yes, ma'am.

- I'd admire to take you.

- Thank you.

Now, folks, I hereby declare the

first church of Tombstone...

which ain't got no name yet,

nor no preacher either...

officially dedicated.

Now I don't pretend

to be no preacher...

but I've read the Good Book from

cover to cover and back again...

and I nary found one

word against dancing.

So we'll commence by having

a dad-blasted good dance.

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