Tombstone Page #6

And I want your souls.

And I want 'em both right now.

- I don't want any more trouble.

- Well, ya got trouble!

And it starts with you.

I'm not gonna

fight you, Ringo.

There's no money in it.

Sober up.

Come on, boys.

You wretched slugs.

Don't any of ya have the guts

to play for blood?

I'm your huckleberry.

That's just my game.

All right, lunger.

You go to hell.

- I'll put you out of your misery.

- Say when.

- Johnny, don't!

- No, Johnny! Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Get off!

- Easy now! It ain't nothin'.

- Get off!

- Don't mind him!

He's just drunk,

that's all.

Cool down, Johnny!

No! No!

I want them spittin' blood!

- Easy, son, easy!

Now ain't the time!

- Slow down, Ringo.

I tell ya, boys, even I'm wary

of what's gonna happen

once Ringo runs this outfit.

God have mercy!

Juanito, their time will come.

- Gentlemen.

- You can pull it, boy!

- Let's go get sauced!

- Barber.

- Yes, sir?

Proceed, sir.

Listen to me.

I need to speak with you.

Not now. I'm busy.

I see what's going on

between you and Wyatt.

I'm not a fool.

And listen to me.

Lots of so-called hard cases and

tough nuts come and go around this town,

but none of them has a clue

about the real play... none of them.

Now after tonight, there'll be one man

in charge of Tombstone.

You'll be happy to know him.

Bet on it.

Gonna be one of those nights.

It's gettin' late, boys.

I'm gonna go to bed.

- Good night, Virg.

- Good night, Morg.

Bundle up, Virg.

It's gettin' cold out there.

Yeah.

Tower of Babel.

Death and the Devil.

- Oh, dear.

- Oh, Allie. I wish you'd learn

to play a real card game.

- More tea, Mattie?

- Mm-mmm. No, no.

- Are you all right, Mattie?

- Yes.

- Are you expecting someone?

- Only Virg.

Please. I know it's awful

to come here, but listen.

I think something's

gonna happen tonight.

It's Virg.

- No! Get down!

That thunder's

sure gettin' close.

Virgil. What'd ya forget?

Wyatt.

Will you hurry

with that water, please?

Come on, Lou.

Wyatt! Wyatt!

They hit Claude's house too,

shot up his wife.

His wife!

Whoever heard of that?

They're bugs, Wyatt. All that

smart talk about live and let live.

There ain't no live

and let live with bugs.

All right, you listen to me now.

We gotta get out of here.

Get out of here?

Listen to yourself, Wyatt.

Lie down and crawl or you might

get hurt? What kind of talk is that?

- Do you see what's happening here?

- What?

What do you mean?

What are you saying?

No. Please, no.

I'm afraid your husband's

going to lose the use of his arm.

Oh, God, no.

Don't worry, Allie girl.

I still got one good arm

to hold you with.

Goddamn...

- Goddamn sons-of-b*tches!

- Morgan, wait a minute! Virg...

- You had to be so damned smart.

- I'm sorry, Allie.

I told you, Virg.

- Not now, Wyatt.

- All right.

- All right, what do you want me to do?

- Just leave me alone, for God's sakes.

- Virg...

He doesn't want

to talk now, Wyatt!

I heard about what they did

to your women. That was wrong.

I'm here to let you know that it

wasn't me. I had no part of it.

No? Brothers to the bone,

right, McMasters?

No. Not anymore.

Not after this night.

He's right, Wyatt. You want us

for anything, we're with you.

Come on.

Hold him!

- No! Get her out of here! Jesus!

- Somebody shut that dog up!

- I said hold him, goddammit!

- Somebody get that

goddamn dog out of here!

The bullet's too deep.

I can't get it out.

- The way it's lodged

in there... I'm sorry.

Easy, Morg.

Is that better?

Yeah.

You were right, Wyatt.

They got me good.

Don't let 'em get you, brother.

You're the one.

Easy, Morg.

Don't worry about that, now.

Remember what I said

about seein' a light when you're dyin'?

Yeah. Yeah.

That ain't true.

I can't see a damn thing.

Morg?

Morg!

Morg?

No.

Morgan! No!

Morgan, don't die!

I love you!

Don't die!

Why? Why him?

- No. No, get away from me!

- Wyatt!

Can't you see?

Get away from me!

Morgan!

And so she walked

out of our lives forever.

Giddup!

Want you to know it's over.

Well.

Bye.

You smell that, Bill?

Smells like someone died.

Jesus, Johnny.

- Giddyap!

Adios, cabrones.

Ike.

Take Stillwell and finish it.

Now, you take care of yourself...

- That's Virgil with the women.

- He's mine!

- All aboard!

- Hey, Mattie! Where's Wyatt?

Right behind you, Stillwell.

- Aah!

- No!

Sweet Jesus.

All right, Clanton.

You called down the thunder.

Well, now you got it.

You see that? It says,

'United States Marshal.'

Wyatt.

Please don't kill me. Please.

Take a good look at him, Ike,

'cause that's how you're gonna end up.

The Cowboys are finished.

You understand me?

I see a red sash,

I kill the man wearin' it.

So run, you cur.

Run! Tell all the other curs

the law is comin'!

You tell 'em I'm comin'!

And hell's comin'

with me, you hear?

Hell's comin' with me!

Nobody move!

- Nonsense. By all means, move.

-

-

- Get down!

Hey, Wyatt!

How the hell are ya?

Ohh!

I got some boys

over there behind ya!

Got you in a little crossfire.

How do ya like that?

Come on! Think of

something fast, would ya?

Wyatt?

Hey, Wyatt.

- No.

- Wyatt!

- No.

- Wyatt, what are you doin'?

Look at that.

Yeah.

Come and get some, boy.

No! Let me!

- No.

- Son-of-a-b*tch.

- No!

Jesus Christ!

Yaahh!

No. No!

Did you ever see anything

like that before?

- Hell, I ain't never even

heard of anything like that.

- Nothin'.

Where is he?

Down by the creek,

walkin' on water.

Well, let's hope he's got

another miracle up his sleeve.

'Cause if I know Ringo,

he's headed straight for us.

Well, if they were my brothers,

I'd want revenge too.

No. Make no mistake.

It's not revenge he's after.

It's a reckoning.

Doc. You ought to be in bed. What

the hell you doin' this for anyway?

Wyatt Earp is my friend.

Hell, I got lots of friends.

I don't.

Whoa! Whoa!

My God.

- Are you all right?

- What do you care?

It was your friends

that did it.

Must've been Claiborne and Fuller.

They left here last night.

Aw, no.

They tried to take my watch.

He cursed them for cowards,

and they shot him.

I don't understand

any of this.

I just know it's ugly.

You're all ugly,

and he was beautiful.

He tried to bring something

fine into your ugly world,

and you shot him for it.

Not that you care.

- Billy. Where you goin'?

- I'm not goin' with you.

Billy!

Billy, get back here!

I'm sorry, sir,

but we got to have some law.

- Billy!

- Let him go. Who cares?

Yaahh! Get the hell

outta here! Go on!

Party's over, boys.

Let's go!

Whoa.

Ringo and Behan

are out front.

There is about 30 of 'em.

They're all wearin' badges.

Christ.

We gotta find

a place to hole up.

Doc.

Grab him.

I got him.

I got him!

Is this Henry Hooker's ranch?

That's right.

And I'm Hooker.

We got a sick man.

And our horses are done in.

Put him up at my place,

as long as it's just tonight.

We're in debt to ya.

I know you boys have got to keep movin',

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