Tombstone Page #5

All those years I worked those

cow towns, I was only ever mixed

up in one shootin', just one.

But a man lost his life,

and I took it.

You don't know how

that feels, Morg.

Believe me, boy,

you don't ever wanna know.

Not ever.

Didn't even make a dent, did I?

All right.

You're both makin' a big mistake.

# What remained of our day

in the sunshine #

- # That brightened

our pathway a while #

- Do you wanna ante?

- Yeah, fine.

- # Come and sit by my side

if you love me #

# Do not hasten

to bid me adieu #

# But remember

the Red River Valley #

# And the girl who has

loved you so true #

- What do you think of the singer?

- # Will you think of the vow... #

Nice voice.

Wyatt, Doc won't quit.

He's been at it for 36 hours straight.

Clanton and the McLaury brothers

came in an hour ago.

- I tried to get him to go to bed,

but he won't let go.

- I know, and nobody can make him.

Wyatt, just in time.

Pull up a chair.

Doc, you been hittin' it

awful hard, haven't ya?

Nonsense. I've not yet

begun to defile myself.

I was wonderin' if you

wouldn't wanna go on over

to the Crystal Palace...

I will not be pawed at,

thank you very much.

- I'm sorry.

- That's right.

Doc can go on day and night,

and then some.

That's my loving man.

Have another one, my loving man.

I'm in.

Straight.

Loving man,

you been called.

Oops.

What is that now?

That 12 hands in a row, Holliday?

Son-of-a-b*tch, nobody's that lucky.

Why, Ike,

whatever do you mean?

Take it easy, boys.

Maybe poker's

just not your game, Ike.

I know, let's have

a spelling contest.

- How 'bout if I just

wring your scrawny neck?

- Enough, Ike.

Are you takin'

his part? Huh?

I'm the one

who got cheated!

You goddamn pimps!

You all in it together.

Nobody's in anything.

Ike, you're drunk.

Go on home and sleep it off.

Get your goddamn hands off me!

Don't you ever put

your hands on me, see?

Don't you ever try to manhandle

a Cowboy, 'cause we'll cut

your goddamn pimp's heart out.

- Understand me, pimp?

- Don't you threaten me,

you little son-of-a-b*tch!

All right! All right!

Come on, easy, Virg, easy!

You just go on home and

forget about it, huh, Ike?

Come on, Virg.

I ain't gonna forget nothin'.

Well, that certainly was a bust.

Come, darlin'. Let's seek

our entertainment elsewhere.

Forget it, Virg. Go on.

Get some fresh air.

What's wrong, Doc?

Nothin'. Not a thing.

I'm right as the mail.

Doc? Doc!

All right, get him up.

Let's get him to the hotel.

- What's wrong with him?

- Lunger.

Yeah, well, I hope you die.

Give me my guns.

My rifle.

Goddamn bastards.

Think they can cheat me.

Nobody cheated you, Ike.

Just go home.

I don't take no mouth

from no bartenders, neither.

There, ya see?

Give somebody a rap on the beezer,

get some respect around here.

You tell the Earps, I see 'em

on the street and Doc Holliday,

I'm gonna send them to hell

on a shutter. You tell 'em that...

Pick these guns up.

Come on.

Come on, Ike.

Come on!

- Hey, you walkin'?

- Leave me alone.

- You gonna give Ike back his guns.

- Not 'til he sobers up.

Wearin' that badge

don't make you right.

Who the hell

you think you are?

- Watch the way you walk,

you stupid bastard.

- Easy, kid, I'm sorry.

I ain't easy

and I ain't your kid.

You take your sorry

and shove it up your ass.

I'll fight you right now.

Goddammit!

You're gonna bleed.

You got a fight comin'.

Comin' today.

Bastards! We're comin'!

Your condition's

quite advanced.

I'd say you lost some 60%

of your lung tissue, maybe more.

What's the verdict?

Two years. Two days.

Hard to say, if you stop now:

Your smokin',

your drinkin',

your gamblin',

your night life.

You need complete rest.

What I mean is,

you must attempt to, uh, deny...

- your, uh, marital impulse.

- Get out of my sight.

- How are you feeling, Doc?

- Mmm, better.

That's good.

I knew it wasn't nothing.

We must talk, darlin'.

It appears, uh...

we must redefine the nature

of our association.

I'm a good woman

to you, Doc.

Don't I always

take care of ya?

Nobody cares for you

like me.

I'm a good woman.

Yes, it's true,

you are a good woman.

Then again...

you may be the Antichrist.

Goddamn.

Now there's six of 'em.

Hell, this is like a bad dream.

Just stay calm. Use your head.

It'll be all right.

Just the same, though...

Guess maybe you better

swear me in.

Those Cowboys been telling everybody

in town they're gonna clean you out.

They're back there in that lot

behind the O.K. Corral.

- Thank you, Mayor.

- What're you doin' out of bed, Doc?

What in the hell's goin' on?

Five people come up to my room...

tellin' me the Clantons and McLaurys

are gunnin' for us.

- We goin' down there or not?

What are we gonna do?

- Wait 'til the liquor wears off.

Soon as they start gettin' headaches,

they'll lose interest.

Lose interest, hell.

They're threatenin' our lives.

- You'll never make that stick.

- They're carryin' guns, Wyatt.

Christ's sake, Virg,

that's a misdemeanor.

You go arrest them, something

goes wrong, maybe somebody

really gets his head broken.

You'll have Cowboys

comin' around lookin' for

trouble from here to Christmas.

- You want to risk all that

over a misdemeanor?

- Damn right I'll risk it.

They're breakin' the law.

It's not your problem, Doc.

You don't have to mix up in this.

That is a hell of a thing

for you to say to me.

All right, Virg.

Your call.

Give Doc the shotgun.

They'll be less apt

to get nerv-i-ous...

if he's on

the street howitzer.

Hey! Bang bang

bang bang bang!

Go on! Get home!

Goddamn kid.

How the hell did we

get ourselves into this?

You don't have to worry about a thing.

I just disarmed them.

You did?

Come on, boys.

Gentlemen, I'm not

gonna allow any trouble.

We're here to disarm you.

Throw up your hands.

Hold it!

That's not what I want!

Oh, my God.

Billy! Billy!

Stop! No! No!

Don't shoot!

I got no gun!

- Please don't shoot me!

I got no gun!

- This fight's commenced!

Get to fightin' or get away!

- Unh!

- Shut the door!

Aah!

Give me your goddamned gun!

Damn it!

Billy! Billy!

Doc, behind us!

I got you now,

you son-of-a-b*tch.

You're a daisy if you do.

Morgan, hold quiet now.

Here you go.

Easy. Easy, man.

- I got you. All right.

- All right!

All of you

are under arrest.

I don't think I'll let you

arrest us today, Behan.

Virg!

- Virgil!

Well, I guess we did

our good deed for today, Mayor.

You were right.

It's nothin' like I thought.

- I almost wish that...

- I know, Morgan.

I know. Me too.

Outta the way!

Yee-haw!

Gettin' warmer.

Guess spring's comin'.

- Hello, Billy. I say hello.

- It's deputy! And I don't

want to talk to you!

Those men you killed

were my friends.

I'm just a nothin'. But if

I wasn't, I'd fight you right now,

so I don't

want to talk to you.

All they ever did

was laugh at him.

Sister boy should've

stuck around.

- What do you want, Ringo?

- I want your blood.

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