Tombstone

and the resulting economic explosion

spurs the great migration west.

Farmers, ranchers, prospectors,

killers and thieves...

seek their fortunes.

Cattle drovers turn cow towns

into armed camps...

with murder rates higher than those

of modern-day New York or Los Angeles.

Out of this chaos comes

legendary lawman Wyatt Earp,

retiring his badge and gun to start

a peaceful life with his family.

Earp's friend

John 'Doc' Holliday...

a Southern gentleman

turned gunman and gambler...

also travels west, hoping the dry

climate will relieve his tuberculosis.

Silver is discovered

in Arizona.

Tombstone becomes

queen of the boomtowns,

where the latest Paris fashions are sold

from the backs of wagons.

Attracted to this

atmosphere of greed,

over 100 exiled Texas outlaws

band together...

to form the ruthless gang recognized

by the red sashes they wear.

They emerge as the earliest example

of organized crime in America.

They call themselves

'The Cowboys'

Y'all killed

two Cowboys.

- Detenganse!

- Shoot.

- Looks like we win.

Mexican police, huh?

Tell him to get on his knees.

De rodillas, cabron!

De rodillas,

dijo, chingada!

He won't no kneel, patron.

He is very proud.

- Hey, somebody get

this dick on his knees.

Ay, Dios! Ay, Dios!

Good shot, Billy.

- Gracias!

They call me

Curly Bill Brosius.

I'm what you might call

the Founder of the Feast.

So next time we come,

you'd better step aside.

I ain't kiddin' neither.

Un caballo bajando

por la montana...

y el que lo cabalgue

ira a la muerte.

Moriremos!

Patron,

he say, uh,

someone will come

to revenge for him.

Something like a, a... sick horse

who comes to sit with him.

He talk crazy.

No entiendo un carajo.

That's not what he said,

ya ignorant wretch.

Your Spanish is worse

than your English.

You go to hell!

- You first.

- No!

No! No!

- What have we got here?

- Hell, let's eat, boys.

Tamales are good, huh?

I guess they knew

we were comin'.

Temor de Dios. Temor de Dios

es lo que ustedes no tienen.

- Muerete, hijo de Satanas!

Hey, Johnny, what'd

that Mexican mean...

'a sick horse is

gonna get us,' huh?

He's quoting the Bible,

Revelations.

Behold, a pale horse.

'The man who sat on him

was Death.

And hell followed with him.'

Move!

- Come on! That's it!

You move!

- Stupid mule!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Hurts, don't it?

Now let go of that stud and

go on about your business.

Mr. Earp.

My name's Dake.

Crawley Dake, U.S. Marshal

for this territory.

- Forget it. I'm retired.

- Excuse me?

I said forget it.

I don't want the job, and that's final.

- I don't think you understand.

- No, you don't understand, Marshal.

I did my duty, and now I'd

like to get on with my life.

- I'm going to Tombstone.

Easy on the grain, Butch.

- I see.

- Here you go.

- To strike it rich.

Well, all right, that's fine.

Tell you one thing, though:

Never saw a rich man...

who didn't wind up

with a guilty conscience.

I already got a guilty conscience.

Might as well have the money too.

Good day now.

That's him, all right.

Boy, I'd know that sour face anywhere.

Virgil! Morgan!

My god!

- Hey, boy! How are you, Morgan?

- Hi, Wyatt.

- Well, how do we look?

- Great, both of ya.

- Wyatt, you remember Allie.

- Good God. Well, he'd better.

Allie girl.

- And Louisa. Oh!

- Wyatt.

You're so lovely, darlin'.

I'm at your feet, just at your feet.

I guess it's only right.

Ma always said Morgan's the prettiest.

- Yeah, but she doted on the Frowner.

- That's right.

- Wyatt.

- Mattie!

Mattie, they're already here.

Folks, this is Celia Andon.

- You can call her Mattie.

- Pleased to meet you, Mattie.

It's nice to meet you.

Well, Wyatt, I couldn't

find a single store that

had laudanum anywhere.

That's all right, honey.

I sure been dreamin' about this.

God, since forever!

Wait! Look here.

I wanna...

Look. Huh?

- Hey, Wyatt...

- Don't talk, just...

Yeah.

Thank you for this, Wyatt.

- It's all your doin'.

- We'll make our fortune, boys.

Well, come on.

Gracious.

We could be sisters.

Mighty fine.

I wonder where he found her.

Same place we found ours, probably.

'Matter, honey?

Did you say you needed some laudanum?

- Yes, I did. Yes.

- I have some right here.

Oh, you're a lifesaver.

Just be careful now.

It's full of hop.

Oh, don't worry. I just

get headaches sometimes.

Hey, Virg, see anything of Doc

while you were in Prescott?

Yeah. He had a streak

when we left, him and Kate.

I miss Doc.

I miss that old rip.

- I don't.

- He makes me laugh.

Yeah!

- That's $500, Holliday.

Are you in or out?

Five hundred.

Must be a peach of a hand.

Oh, thank you, darlin'.

Kate! You're not

wearing a bustle.

How lewd.

Come on, Holliday,

you in or out, goddammit?

Why, Ed Bailey, you look like

you're just about ready to burst.

Come on! Come on, show!

Well, I suppose

I'm deranged, but I...

guess I'll just

have to call.

Cover your ears, darlin'.

Isn't that a daisy?

Why, you son-of-a-b*tch!

Damn, Bailey, just settle down!

Shut up! Take your

money and get out,

'cause I'm tired of

listenin' to your mouth.

Why, Ed Bailey,

are we cross?

Them guns don't scare me.

'Cause without them guns

you ain't nothin' but a skinny lunger.

Ed, what an ugly thing to say.

- I abhor ugliness. Does this

mean we're not friends anymore?

-

You know, Ed, if I thought

you weren't my friend,

I just don't think

I could bear it.

There. Now we can

be friends again.

- Touch that gun,

I'll burn you down.

I calculate that's

the end of this town.

I had a boy at the hotel pack us up.

The horse is outside.

So that's why you're

not wearin' a bustle.

My sweet, soft

Hungarian devil.

Well!

Good evenin', then.

Let's not bother

about the luggage.

Hyah!

Hey, Morg,

pretty big, isn't it?

Oh-ho, brother, you can smell

the silver in this town.

- Easy.

- Look at these girls over here.

- Hi!

- Hello, girls!

Hot damn, this burg's jumpin'!

Here we go, ladies.

- Isn't that sweet?

- You can say that.

- Sheriff.

Newcomers, eh?

The name's John Behan,

Cochise County Sheriff.

- Just in town?

- Just this minute.

- I'm Wyatt Earp, and these are

my brothers, Virgil and Morgan.

- Wyatt Earp. Dodge City.

Gave all that up, Sheriff.

Goin' into business.

- Don't even carry a gun anymore.

- Going into business, huh?

Well then, I'm the man to see.

Besides sheriff,

I'm also tax collector,

Captain of the Fire Brigade and Chairman

of the Nonpartisan Anti-Chinese League.

- Ma'am.

- How do you do?

Yeah, a man of many parts.

- Say, you folks got

a place to stay yet?

- No.

- Like I said, we just got here.

- Well, I also sit on

the town lot commission.

Really?

As a matter of fact, we got three

lovely cottages coming up for rent.

I'll throw in a good cleaning,

no charge.

Believe me, Mr. Earp,

you're not gonna find a better deal

within town limits.

I don't know,

sounds pretty good.

- Well, I'll have my man show 'em to ya.

- Thank you.

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