Wyatt Earp Page #2

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tap her with a penny on top.

All bets on the spread. Comes the turn.

The loser.. jack.

The winner is ace.

-I had a feeling this was a game for me.

-You're a winner, sir.

Can we have a better time than this

upstairs?

At least upstairs

I'd be making some money.

Wyatt Earp!

That's my name.

That don't mean sh*t to me

or anybody else in this world.

And it never will after this night.

-Ed, this boy isn't worth your trouble.

-Shut up, Sally.

Earp, I hear you was looking for me

to make a fight.

-So I thought I'd be easy to find.

-You heard wrong, mister.

Only thing that's happened between us

is I got popped good.

-I don't want to make a fight.

-Stop talking.

Okay.

This man wanted to shoot me down...

over nothing!

He lost.

I'm taking his gun.

Boom.

-Yes?

-Hello, Mrs. Sutherland.

I don't expect you'll remember me--

I know perfectly well who you are,

young man.

Your grandmother told me

you were coming back to Lamar.

Yes, ma'am.

I'm reading the law with Judge Earp.

Are those flowers for me?

-lf you'd like them, then, yes, they are.

-No, thanks.

Let me see if Urilla is around.

She might take them.

Hello, Wyatt.

Hello, Urilla.

I brought you these.

Thank you.

I was glad to hear

you were coming back to town.

-You were?

-Yes, I was.

What's wrong?

Wrong? Nothing. It's....

What is it, Wyatt?

I wasn't prepared

for how beautiful you are.

Did you learn to talk that way out west?

So you've come to Lamar

to study with your grandfather?

Yes.

And to marry you.

-Do you think it's as simple as that?

-No.

I know it will take a great effort

to win you.

I know many men have tried.

They failed because

you were meant for me.

But I'll succeed. I'll begin today.

Is that your hat?

When do you expect

to begin your practice, Wyatt?

It may be a while yet, sir.

The judge says he's never seen anybody

make slower progress.

That's 'cause the law is so damn boring.

Erwin, not everyone has the aptitude

to be a blacksmith.

I don't know.

I think I could teach Wyatt here

a thing or two...

-if he was willing to work at it.

-I appreciate that, but I've found a job.

I thought I should make a living

while I continue my studies.

What is it, Wyatt? What's the job?

With the city police.

I'm to be a constable.

I figure a man who's about to

propose marriage better have a livelihood.

When do you expect

this proposal to happen...

so we can all join in the crying?

Daddy, Wyatt's proposed to me every day

since he's been back in town.

...be faithful to him

as long as you both shall live?

I do.

May we have the ring, please?

Place the ring

on the ring finger of her left hand...

and repeat after me:

-Urilla.

-"Urilla."

With this ring, I thee wed.

"With this ring, I thee wed."

By the virtue of the authority vested in me

as a judge of the State of Missouri Court...

I now pronounce you husband and wife.

Urilla, if it doesn't work out,

you know where to find me.

Wyatt, you give it your best shot.

You can do it.

Make us proud, Wyatt.

You've never seen such open space, Urilla.

You can ride all day toward

some mountain and never even get close.

There's practically nobody there.

The few people that are...

they just make up

whatever kind of life they want.

What if you don't ever go back?

That's all right. I seen it.

I don't want to be the reason

that you're not happy.

I could be happy anywhere with you.

I don't care what job I have or where I live.

What I care about is being with you.

I thought this was only supposed

to happen in the morning.

Please, Wyatt, let's not talk about it!

Can't you let me be?

You can't go in.

-I want to see my girl.

-Esther, I can't allow it.

Has something gone wrong

with the pregnancy?

This has nothing to do with that.

It's typhoid.

I'm going to have to quarantine the house.

I can't let you go in, Esther.

It wouldn't be fair to the town.

...our blessed Savior, who is himself

the resurrection and the life...

has assured us that this body,

which we now commit to the ground...

dust to dust and ashes to ashes,

shall be raised in a perfect form...

and united to the spirit

which has gone to God.

The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ...

and the love of God,

and the communion of the Holy Ghost....

What's the matter with you?

What the hell? Come on. Back off.

This ain't no hotel, you stinking bum.

I can't tell you from the horse crap.

Keep walking.

Pardon me, sir.

I wonder if you could spare a fella

the price of a meal.

You're drunk.

-No, sir, not at present.

-You reek of it and worse.

I'm not in the business of helping drunks.

You're correct, mister.

I have done my share of drinking lately,

and I intend to correct my behavior.

And it would be a good....

It would be a good start

if you could lend me the price of a meal.

There's no excuse for drunkenness.

Or for the self-pity

which so often occasions it.

Yes, sir.

If you really want a meal,

come with me, and I'll arrange it.

But I won't give you money.

Thank you, sir. I accept.

I don't know if they'll serve you here.

Maybe they'll give you a meal in the back.

Wait!

You don't know what you're talking about!

-You want a snort?

-No.

-Bob?

-Coming.

-Here. You can have the hat, too!

-Son of a b*tch!

That's a little better.

Leastwise, I can take you in my bed

without you fouling it.

-I'm sure you have your standards.

-Don't think I don't.

-Pretty new at this, ain't you?

-What?

Making a wreck of yourself.

Won't last much longer.

Gonna reform, are you, ace?

Reckon I'll get myself shot dead

pretty soon.

Let's find out what's left of you.

All right.

Pa?

Horse thief.

-How did you find--

-Shut up! Do you want to die?

That's what they do to horse thieves.

They hang them.

I don't care--

Do you think you're the first man

to lose someone?

That's what life is all about: loss.

But we don't use it as an excuse

to destroy ourselves.

We go on. All of us.

Even you, Wyatt.

You're getting out of here.

I gave them $500 bail.

And I told them

I'd defend you at your trial.

There's not gonna be any trial.

Because if they try you, they'll hang you.

And if they catch you, they'll hang you.

So you get on that horse, Wyatt,

and you ride.

You keep riding

till you get out of Arkansas.

And you don't come back here, ever.

Ed.

This could be the one.

I got it.

-How about some hot coffee?

-We serve warm whiskey, not hot coffee.

Why don't you find me some coffee?

-Coffee she is.

-Excuse me, mister.

We saw you come in with your wagon,

but we didn't see any skinners with you.

That's 'cause there wasn't any.

-Quit?

-Dead.

That's as good as quit in my book.

My brother and me

are looking for work as skinners.

Bartender!

My luck finally turned

with those big stinking bastards.

Whiskey all around!

-No, thanks.

-Wait a second, mister.

Link Borland's buying, so drink up.

Thanks, but I got some coffee coming.

I don't do well on whiskey.

If you'd pay for my coffee,

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