Tombstone Page #2

Hey, Wyatt,

get on over here.

I want you to meet Fred White.

He's the town marshall.

- My pleasure.

- Lotta law around here.

- I already met the county sheriff.

- Who, Behan?

He ain't no law. The only real law

around here is the Cowboys.

Cowboys? I had a run-in

with a couple of them up in Prescott.

Nobody does nothin' without 'em.

I mean, they're it.

There are three of 'em

right over there.

You can always spot a Cowboy.

They always wear those red sashes.

- The main fact is the Cowboys

are good for business.

- 'Bout all these saloons?

Oh, that's the real mother lode

here in Tombstone.

All up and down

Allen Street here.

Twenty-four hours a day,

you got liquor, hostesses, gamblin';

makin' money

hand-over-fist.

All except 'the Oriental.'

That's a regular slaughterhouse.

Even the high rollers

won't go near it.

That's too bad too.

It's a nice place.

Hell of a waste.

- Wyatt?

- There he goes.

- Yeah.

OI' Wyatt.

All right, fella,

I'll brace ya now for a little lesson.

Put your money on the board.

Five dollars on that six of spades.

Like that.

I'm not gonna tell you again.

Get that cigar outta my face.

Howdy, stranger.

What can I get ya?

I wouldn't mind

one of those cigars.

I'm about ready to go home.

I wish y'all would stop yakkin'...

- and just play cards.

- Thank you.

Kinda nice in here.

You run it?

Milt Joyce:
Owner, operator.

- Wyatt Earp.

- Yeah, sure.

I said lay off the queen,

you jackass!

I swear I'm gonna

slap somebody now.

Excuse me for askin', Milt,

but... kinda dead in here, isn't it?

- You don't listen too good, do ya?

- See that bird at the faro table?

You back that queen again,

you son-of-a-b*tch,

I'll blow you right up

that wildcat's ass!

Do you hear me, huh?

He comes bargin' in here one day,

slappin' the customers,

wavin' his gun around.

He chased out all

the high-class play.

The only trade that comes in

here now is the bummers and

the drovers; just the dregs.

Why don't you get rid of him,

get yourself a straight dealer?

Sure, stranger,

that's easy for you to say.

Sh*t!

Goddammit, Junior, how many times

am I going to tell you...

to keep that damn cigar

outta my face? Huh?

Christ almighty, it's like I'm

sittin' here playing cards with

my brother's kids or somethin',

you nerve-wracking

sons-of-b*tches.

Is somethin' on your mind?

Just want to let you know

you're sittin' in my chair.

Is that a fact?

Yeah, it's a fact.

For a man that don't go heeled, you run

your mouth kinda reckless, don't ya?

No need to go heeled to get

the bulge on a tub like you.

- Is that a fact?

- Mm-hmm.

That's a fact.

Well, I'm real scared.

Damn right, you're scared.

I can see that in your eyes.

- All right now!

- Go ahead.

Go ahead, skin it! Skin that

smoke wagon and see what happens.

Listen, mister,

l-I'm gettin' awful tired of your...

I'm gettin' tired of your gas.

Now jerk that pistol and go to work.

- I said throw down, boy.

You gonna do somethin',

or just stand there and bleed?

No?

I didn't think so.

Here, Milt, a keepsake.

Hang it over the bar.

All right, youngster, out you go.

Don't come back!

Ever!

Well, what do you say, Milt?

Twenty-five percent

of the house take sound about right?

Hyah!

Well, we're off and runnin'.

Just acquired us a quarter interest

in a game at 'the Oriental.'

- Acquired?

- So to speak.

Now all we gotta do is keep our

eyes on that brass ring, fellas.

You're the one, Wyatt.

Why, Johnny Tyler!

- You madcap!

- Doc?

Where you goin'

with that shotgun?

I didn't know you

was back in town.

Well, well.

How the hell are you?

Wyatt, I am rolling.

Morgan.

- Doc.

- Virgil.

'Lo, Doc.

Wyatt Earp?

Going into business

for ourselves, Doc.

- Wyatt just got us a faro game.

- Oh.

Since when is faro

a business?

- Didn't you always say that

gambling's an honest trade?

- No.

I said poker's an honest trade.

Only suckers buck the tiger's

odds all on the house.

Depends on how you look at it.

I mean, it's not like anybody's

puttin' a gun to their head.

That's what I love about Wyatt.

He can talk himself into anything.

Oh. Johnny, I apologize.

I forgot you were there.

You may go now.

Just leave that shotgun.

Leave it.

Thank you.

Sheriff Behan!

- Gentlemen!

- Sheriff,

- have you met Doc Holliday?

- Piss on you, Wyatt.

Mr. Holliday.

Forgive me

if I don't shake hands.

- So, how's our little town suit you?

- Fine. Fine.

You know, I was thinking, what this town

could really use is a racetrack.

Really? That's not a bad idea.

Send a signal we're growin' up.

Way ahead of yourselves,

aren't you, boys? This

is just another mining camp.

Have you seen how everyone dresses?

Awful tony for a mining camp.

No sir, the die is cast.

We are growin'.

- Be as big as San Francisco in

a few years, and just as sophisticated.

- You son-of-a-b*tch!

Easy, gents!

It's a private affair!

- Don't raise that iron.

I'm gonna have to...

- I'll kill you, you cheap son-of-a...

Very cosmopolitan.

I know him.

That's Creek Johnson.

Wyatt? Doc?

- Jack.

- What do you say, old friend?

What the hell's that

all about, Creek?

- He crawfished a bet

and called me a liar.

- Sheriff,

may I present a pair

of fellow sophisticates:

Turkey Creek Jack Johnson,

Texas Jack Vermillion.

Watch your ear, Creek.

- Afraid I'll have to have those guns.

- It was a fair fight.

- We was legal.

- I'm sorry, boys. I gotta

take 'em before Judge Spicer.

Hand 'em over.

Law and order every time,

that's us.

- Ha!

Whoa!

I'm frightfully thirsty.

Well, we made it.

Sheriff,

what kinda town is this?

Nice scenery.

Well,

an enchanted moment.

Interesting little scene. I wonder

who that tall drink of water is.

My dear, you have set your gaze

upon the quintessential frontier type.

Note the lean silhouette, eyes closed

by the sun; they're sharp as a hawk.

He's got the look of

both predator... and prey.

I want one.

Happy hunting.

- Hey, sister boy, gimme some!

- Gimme, gimme, gimme!

- Leave him alone, Barnes!

Billy, sit with me.

This is so much fun. We haven't

been to the show in six years.

I hope they're good.

- Wyatt?

- Oh, sorry.

Darlin', you know the Earps.

Kate, how you been?

Mattie, hmm, ravishin'.

Doc.

Wyatt, I'd like ya

to meet Mayor Clum and his wife.

- Mr. Earp.

Your reputation precedes you.

- Mayor.

- I was wondering if you might be...

- Not a prayer. Nice meetin' you.

Professor Gillman? Oh, I seen him

in Bisbee. He catches stuff.

Hey, Professor,

catch this.

They're shooting at us!

They're actually shooting at us.

- I guess we'll have

to wait for our notices.

Prettiest man I ever saw.

Whoo!

- Whoo-hoo!

- Ladies and gentlemen,

the St. Crispin's Day

speech from Henry V.

- To set the scene...

Goddamn, Barnes!

- Shot his damn ear off.

- 'Lf we are marked to die,

'we are now to do

our country loss.

But if to live, the fewer men,

the greater share of honor... '

He's got some nerve, I'll say that.

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