Wyatt Earp Page #3

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I'd be much obliged.

Drink!

I've been in a real bad mood

for a couple of years...

so why don't you leave me alone?

Drop your gun belt and go away.

-Got any experience?

-A little.

It ain't too hard

shooting a bunch of dumb animals.

Skinning's the ugly part.

Our mother didn't raise no shirkers.

-$25 apiece.

-Mister, that's a deal.

My name is Ed Masterson.

-This is my brother--

-Bat.

-What?

-Bat Masterson.

Bat?

Okay, Bat. Wyatt Earp.

-We got a brother named Jim, too.

-One brother?

That's all you boys got?

One measly brother?

Better than nothing, I guess.

There's nothing counts so much as blood.

Everybody else is just strangers.

I guess we know where we stand

with Wyatt, don't we, Ed?

You boys keep up that good skinning,

you just might get to be family yet.

Of course, before you can be family...

I'd have to know

where you got that name, Bat.

It's just my name.

I already told you 10 times, Wyatt.

They always called me that.

Shut up, Ed.

I tell you what, Ed.

You tell me his real name...

I'll let you do some shooting tomorrow.

-Bartholomew Masterson.

-Bartholomew?

Why, Bat, that's a beautiful name.

There's no reason to be ashamed

of a $25 handle like that.

Maybe I'll just call you that all the time.

Bartholomew.

Sure you won't change your mind

and take another run at them?

No, I'm gonna visit my brother James

over in Wichita.

Meet his wife.

See if I can't figure out a better way

to make a living--

Than shooting a bunch of dumb animals.

Don't hold much future, that's for sure.

Not with every a**hole in the territory

plugging away dawn till dusk.

That's us, ain't it?

Are all bets in?

Next card, loser is six, winner is eight.

-Just in time, sir.

-Thank you.

That's good, Wyatt.

Gentlemen, hold your bets

for the new dealer.

James.

-How's it going?

-I'm getting the hang of it.

I like that game.

I wouldn't mind owning a place,

I'll tell you that.

Last week you wanted to start

a stage line. Or was that the silver mine?

Now we're gonna have our own saloon.

All I know is there's not much future

in working for other people.

Who knows, Wyatt?

With what Bessie makes,

maybe we could get a bit together.

Hi, there.

She's my wife.

You know I don't like counting on women.

Hell, I'd count on Bessie

ahead of any man I know.

What you got against her, anyhow?

-She's a whore, James.

-Yes, she is, Wyatt.

And a hard-working one at that.

What are you doing with her?

Same thing everyone else

is doing with her.

Only difference is she doesn't charge me.

It doesn't bother you?

That she doesn't charge me?

No, I'm rather fond of the arrangement.

On a good day, I can even

get her to cook and clean a little.

-What was that? I didn't hear you.

-Nothing.

Your arrangement doesn't bother you,

I guess it doesn't bother me.

That's a big load off my mind.

I've been losing sleep worrying whether

or not my arrangement bothered you.

I got something for you!

-Where are you, big man?

-Look out!

What in tarnation?

What the hell's going on here?

Rowdy Dubbs is in the lron Spike,

drunk and mad.

We think he's already shot one man.

Ford here has got to go in and get him.

It's your job, isn't it?

Not anymore.

They don't pay me enough

to commit suicide.

Give me.

I see you out there!

-My leg!

-Shut up.

I don't see anybody else in there,

but maybe you'd better check around.

-Young man, how'd you like a job?

-I got a job over at Pryor's dealing faro.

$75 a month.

I don't know. Being a deputy isn't--

I'll make it $100,

but don't hold me up for more.

$100?

What's the Marshal gonna say?

Marshal Meagher's

gonna like you just fine, Deputy.

This could be trouble.

Hold on, Mike. Don't shoot him.

-How are you, Wyatt?

-This is my no-good brother, Morgan.

As opposed

to your no-good brother, James.

-That's right.

-Morgan, meet Marshal Meagher.

-Nice to meet you.

-You, too.

Now take off those guns.

-Do what?

-Take off your guns.

Take them off.

-When did you get to town?

-About an hour ago.

-This boy would make one hell of a deputy.

-Might have an opening some time.

If we do, he can put them back on.

-It's really good to see you, Morgan.

-You, too, Wyatt.

Come on. I wanna show you something.

-Go ahead.

-Come on!

You're not gonna believe this.

Hold on to your hat.

Or maybe just take it off.

You decent, hon?

Here he is.

Lou, this is him.

This is my big brother.

-How do you do, ma'am?

-It's a pleasure to meet you, James.

This is Wyatt, not James.

We'll find James later.

Lou and I met in California

when I was out to see the folks.

Isn't she the sweetest thing

you've ever seen?

I believe she is.

Ma'am.

Don't shoot.

If you miss me,

it'd destroy your reputation.

Mister, I ain't in the mood.

Larry Deger from Dodge City.

People tell me you the man I'm looking for.

We used to see 30,000 head of cattle

come through in a season.

Hell, this year looks closer to 300,000.

Think about it.

-How much?

-$75 a month.

-I'm making more than that here.

-Plus $2.50 for every arrest.

I need help and lots of it.

Things are already out of hand.

-So you're looking for more than one?

-Hell, yes.

You know anyone you can trust?

I might know a few.

I'm Wyatt Earp.

Who?

Wyatt Earp!

Who the f*** is Wyatt Earp?

It appears to be just some a**hole.

He's the a**hole who enforces the law.

-There ain't no law in Dodge City.

-That's right.

Not for the Clements crew.

Stand down.

We've got some new laws

since you boys were here.

Tell them, Morgan.

All visitors will check their guns

immediately upon arrival.

That'll be the day.

No discharge of firearms

within the city limits...

except on the Fourth of July

and Christmas Day.

No riding into the stores...

saloons, the dance halls,

or the gambling houses.

And no public intoxication.

Mannen, what's that supposed to mean,

public intoxication?

I think what he means is

we done enough talking.

It means if you do anything

we don't much approve of...

we got a legal right to shoot you down.

You the one that's gonna try it?

Mr. Clements, your men respect you.

I don't wanna do anything

to take away from that.

I'm sure you've earned it.

So you and your boys

are welcome in Dodge City...

as long as you obey the law.

But if you don't wanna cooperate...

I'll open you up right now

with this shotgun so wide...

your whole crew's gonna see

what you had for breakfast.

After that it won't matter much

what happens next, will it?

Give up your guns, boys.

Only ones you need now

are sitting right between your legs.

-The job don't pay a salary to start.

-No salary?

Pays $2.50 for every arrest.

Wyatt cleared, what, $1,000 last month?

-Hell, how many is that?

-A lot.

You've got yourself

a bit of a reputation, Wyatt.

It's a tricky thing,

the reputation business, Bat.

I gotta tell you,

not all a man hears is good.

We heard about you

all the way over in Abilene.

What're they saying?

That people in Dodge are complaining

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