Tombstone Page #3

What d'ya think there, Billy Nilly?

- I think he's wonderful.

'... gentle his condition.

'Gentlemen in England now abed

shall think themselves accurs'd

they were not here,

- 'And hold their manhoods cheap...

whilst any speaks who fought with us

upon Saint Crispin's day.'

- That's great!

That's our kinda stuff!

Play it again!

Now what in the hell is this?

Th-That's Faust.

H-He's gonna make a deal with the devil.

Is your soul

for sale, dear?

Know what I'd do?

I'd take the deal, then crawfish

and drill that old devil in the ass.

How 'bout you, Juanito?

What would you do?

I already did it.

Very instructive.

- Hmm.

But who is the devil?

I'll be damned.

You may indeed,

if you get lucky.

Would you look

at all those stars?

I mean, you look up and you think,

'God made all of that?

He still remembered to make

a little speck like me.'

Kinda flattering,

really.

Wyatt, do you

believe in God?

- No, come on, really. Do ya?

- Yeah. Maybe.

- Hell, I don't know.

- Well, what d'you think

happens when you die?

Somethin'. Nothin'.

Hell, I don't know.

Well, I read this book,

a book on spiritualism.

Oh, God, here

he goes again.

Said that a lot of people

when they die, they see this light.

- Like in a tunnel.

- Yeah?

- They say it's the light

leadin' you to Heaven.

- Really?

- Well, what about Hell?

They got a sign there, or what?

- Hey, Wyatt, goddammit.

- I'm serious.

- Hey, Morg. Comin'

to the Oriental, Virg?

- Well...

- Not tonight.

Tonight, me and my old man

are gonna have some fun.

Come on, get movin',

old man.

Maiden name was Sullivan.

- Well, you better go with them,

honey. I gotta go to work.

- Please stay with me.

Well, honey, l-I

gotta get to work.

All right.

All right.

Well, wait a minute. I guess

I don't have to go right now. I...

- I could stay awhile.

- No, no. I don't wanna keep you.

No, really,

I can stay awhile.

That the bottle

Lou gave you?

Yes, it is.

Maybe you should

see a doctor.

Wyatt, it's

just headaches.

I know what I'm doing. No,

I don't need to see a doctor!

- All right, honey. Okay.

- Just go.

Everything's fine, Wyatt.

- Work well.

- All right, good night.

You look beautiful tonight.

Thank you.

- Night, Mattie.

- Good night, Morgan.

Come on.

- I want to match

seven, seven stinkin' spades.

- Let's go.

- I'm your man.

You win again. Well played, sir.

You are on fire.

- I told you, I'm burnin' up tonight.

- Loser on the ace.

I'll take the red seven,

and I got some deeds here.

- I'll take seven stinkin' diamonds.

- Awww-ful lot of money.

- You can't stand the heat, pal,

get out of the kitchen.

- You're the doctor.

Sad news, friend,

you lose.

- So, now we're in

the mining business.

- You're the one, Wyatt.

We're turnin' into

regular tycoons.

Think I'll call this one

the Mattie Blalock. Mattie'd

get a kick outta that one.

- That's her maiden name.

- And what a maiden.

- Pure as the driven snow, I'm sure.

- Hey, Doc, come on now.

It's just his style, Morg.

He doesn't mean anything.

Tell me something,

my friend. I'm curious.

Do you actually consider yourself

a married man, forsaking all others?

Yeah, pretty much.

I mean, I was no angel

when we met, but neither was she.

People can change, Doc.

Sooner or later, you gotta grow up.

I see.

And what would you do,

if she walked in here?

- 'She'?

- You know damn well who I mean.

That dusky-hued

lady satan, that's who.

- Oh, I'd probably ignore her.

- Ignore her?

I'd ignore her.

People can change, Doc.

I'll remember

you said that.

- What?

- Bravo! Bravo!

- Ma'am? Miss Marcus?

Aw, hell.

Bravo!

Whoo!

Miss Marcus, allow me

the pleasure of a drink.

- Thank you, sir.

- Milt, champagne!

Satisfied?

I stand corrected, Wyatt.

You're an oak.

- Thanks, Kate.

Mr. Fabian.

- Well done.

- Well done.

Good show, partner,

good show.

Mr. Fabian, would you

come sit at my table?

Mr. Earp, would you mind signing

an autograph for me, sir?

Mr. Earp, would you mind signing

an autograph for me, sir?

My wife's not gonna

believe this.

Wyatt Earp, huh?

Heard of you.

Listen now,

Mr. Kansas Law Dog.

Law don't go around here.

Savvy?

- I'm retired.

- Good.

That's real good.

Yeah. Yeah, that's real good, law dog,

'cause law just don't go around here.

Yeah, I heard you the first

time. Winner to the king.

Five hundred dollars.

- Shut up, Ike.

- You must be Doc Holliday.

That's the rumor.

You retired too?

Not me.

I'm in my prime.

Yeah, you look it.

- Uh, you must be Ringo.

Look, darlin',

Johnny Ringo,

the deadliest pistoleer

since Wild Bill, they say.

What do you think, darlin',

should I hate him?

- You don't even know him.

- No. That's true,

but... I don't know, there's

just somethin' about him.

Somethin' 'round the eyes.

I don't know.

Reminds me of...

me.

No. I'm sure of it,

I hate him.

He's drunk.

In vino veritas.

Age quod agis.

In pace requiescat.

Come on, boys, we don't want any

trouble in here, not in any language.

That's Latin, darlin'.

Evidently, Mr. Ringo's

an educated man.

Now I really hate him.

- Watch it, Johnny.

- I hear he's real fast.

- Come on. Go, Johnny.

- Yeah!

- Bravo!

- Drinks are on me!

- Whoo!

Gettin' kinda spooky

around here.

- Curly Bill, huh?

- Mm-hmm.

- Who was that other idiot?

- Ike Clanton.

- Table's open!

- The man dealing faro, who is he?

That's Wyatt Earp. Built a name for

himself as a peace officer in Kansas.

Hmm, peace officer.

Very impressive.

I believe he's married.

More champagne?

Oh, hell.

- Hello.

- Hello.

We've, uh, we've never actually met.

My name is...

Wyatt Earp.

Yes, I know.

- I'm Jos...

- Josephine Marcus.

Everybody knows.

I was beginning to think

we'd never meet.

This is fortuitous.

That means 'lucky.'

Yeah, I...

I know what it means.

- Easy now.

- What is it?

- That mare is in season.

Bet she's starting.

- How do they know?

- They know. It's the scent.

Ah!

- Well, I guess we'd better split

'em up. It's been real n...

- I have a better idea.

Let's run it out of them.

Yeah, I'm an oak,

all right.

- Whoa!

Well, end of the road.

- Maybe for you. Hyah!

- Hyah!

That was lovely.

Lovely? You could've been

killed back there, or busted up.

Fun, though,

wasn't it?

- You'd die for fun?

- Wouldn't you?

Oh, he's laughing. I didn't

think you ever laughed.

Yeah, I...

I laugh sometimes.

Yes, but how often?

Are you happy?

Am I happy? Well, I don't know.

I'm happy as the next man, I guess.

I don't laugh all day long like

an idiot, if that's what you mean.

- Touchy about it, aren't you?

- No, I'm not touchy. I'm just...

It's a silly question, is all.

'Am I happy? Are you happy? '

Are you happy?

Oh, I'm always happy,

unless I'm bored.

That blonde woman,

is that your wife?

What about her?

Nothing. What do you

want out of life?

Geez!

- How do you get these questions?

- Just answer.

I don't know!

Make some money, I guess.

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