Wyatt Earp Page #4

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you're too quick to bash a man...

just 'cause you don't like the way he looks.

You just tell me what son of a b*tch

is complaining, and I'll go bash him.

Look, there are plenty of people

around here who like Wyatt.

Let's see, there's me, there's Virgil...

there's me....

You might as well get broke in sometime.

Why don't you boys handle this one?

-Evening.

-I understand, let me tell you--

Evening!

Looks like you boys

have been doing some drinking.

-Yeah? What makes you say that?

-lntuition, I guess.

Anyway, we're glad

you're having a good time...

but you know there is a city ordinance

against wearing firearms in town?

-Says who?

-Says the law, that's who.

Bat, you're being about as sociable

as an ulcerated molar.

These boys, they don't--

Sh*t, Wyatt!

You talk too much, Ed.

You didn't have to do that.

Well, I'll be a son of a b*tch....

That fellow could've gone for his gun

after he saw you buffalo his friend.

Maybe.

He was so drunk he couldn't hit

the ground with his hat in three tries.

I'm just saying I believe

I could've talked those guns off him.

If I were you,

I'd look for another line of work.

Politics, maybe.

Ed's got a different style is all, Wyatt.

People like it.

You could get killed

in this line of work, Ed.

You could get people around you killed.

-We're just getting started.

-I know.

When I hit that fellow, your first instinct

was to pull your weapon and cover me.

This is a harsh land, Ed.

It doesn't suffer fools.

I'm not a fool, Wyatt.

No, you're not.

But you're not a deliberate man, Ed.

I don't sense that about you.

You're too affable.

Don't do that, Wyatt. Please.

-You know how I feel.

-I want to, Mattie.

I could make you happy. I know I could.

You just give me a chance.

I could be a wife to you.

I care for you, but I'm not gonna

tell you things that aren't true.

I don't wanna hurt you, Mattie,

but if seeing me causes you pain--

No.

We have time.

I have to give you time, that's all.

You'll see.

Only, don't leave money

on my dresser, please.

Unless it's 'cause you wanna

take care of me.

Is that how you mean it, Wyatt?

Wyatt, the mayor's asked us

to come and get you.

The mayor? Is something going on?

Some people are concerned about the way

you've been handling things.

What do you think, Ed?

There's been some complaints.

From some in jail, maybe,

not from citizens.

Some of them, too.

I'm just saying this out of friendship,

so you know.

All I know is the mayor wants to see you.

He asked us to find you.

That's what we did.

Donovan went all the way

to a title shot after that bout.

Don't know what shape I'd be in today

if you hadn't stopped that fight.

Drink?

What are you doing in these parts, Wyatt?

I thought you was

the Deputy Marshal in Dodge.

I was...

till the city fathers

forgot to renew my contract.

Too much of a hard-ass, I guess.

You are. Everybody knows that.

-Who replaced you?

-A fellow named Masterson.

Bat Masterson?

No, his brother Ed.

-What's he like?

-He's affable.

Very affable.

What are you up to?

I'm doing a job for the railroad.

Looking for a fellow,

name of Dave Rudabaugh. Know him?

-Yeah.

-I heard he might be headed this way.

He come through here all right,

but where he went I couldn't tell you.

What'd he do?

He robbed the Santa Fe train three times,

looks like.

There is somebody

who might know something.

If he does, he'll probably tell you.

He hates Rudabaugh.

-His name's Doc Holliday.

-He's a killer, isn't he?

He's killed some.

He owes me a couple of favors

and he's as good as his word.

He's dying of tuberculosis.

He travels with a whore

named Big Nose Kate...

but he's not her pimp.

You take me to him?

I'd like you to meet a friend of mine,

Wyatt Earp.

I've heard that name somewhere.

Don't know where, but it wasn't good.

Mind if we sit down?

I'm looking for Dave Rudabaugh.

There's a reward for information

about him leading to his arrest.

Are you a lawman?

You are not wearing a badge.

Are you ashamed of your profession?

I myself was a dentist.

I was proud to be a dentist.

I did not hide the fact that I was a dentist.

How are your teeth, Wyatt Earp?

They're working all right.

Take good care of them.

They cannot be replaced.

I'm no longer a dentist.

I'm a sporting man. That's my work now.

In Georgia, we were taught

that a man should take pride in his work.

Have you ever been to Georgia?

Beautiful state, Georgia.

Very green. I was forced to leave Georgia.

I fear that I will never see it again.

I'm sorry.

Do you believe in friendship?

So do l.

Do you have many friends?

John here has been a friend to me

when most men were not.

Dave Rudabaugh is an ignorant scoundrel.

I disapprove of his very existence.

I considered ending it myself

on several occasions...

but self-control got the better of me.

Besides, I'm a sporting man...

not a killer.

Tell me about the reward, Wyatt Earp.

You'd be doing me a favor

if you would call me either Wyatt or Earp.

Not both.

All right.

Wyatt.

Call me Doc.

Hey, bartender.

Howdy, friend.

You ain't my friend.

True enough, but I am the law here...

and the law says that you can't wear

the gun in town. Hand it over.

What if I don't?

I'll have to take it away from you.

You'll go to jail. You'll miss the party.

You don't want that, now, do you?

Give it to me!

Don't give it back till they leave town.

Thank you.

-I'll sure do that.

-Okay, good. You have a good night.

-That one laying over there.

-I didn't see who it was.

Bat, I'm shot.

Oh, God.

Let's go.

My name is Wyatt Earp.

It all ends now!

Hello, Doc.

I'd like you to meet a friend of mine.

Kate Elder.

-Nice to meet you, Miss Elder.

-Charmed, I'm sure.

You can call me Big Nose Kate.

Everybody else does.

No, it's not that big.

-All kinds of reasons a person gets a name.

-I couldn't agree more, ma'am.

This is my brother Virgil.

Bat Masterson, Doc Holliday.

You're the man that killed

Sgt. King in Sweetwater.

Got you in the leg, I understand.

My congratulations to you, sir.

King was a skunk of the first order.

I wish you'd got him

before he shot poor Molly Brennan.

-She was a sweet girl.

-Yes, she was, ma'am.

-So what brings you to Dodge City, Doc?

-I guess I missed you, Wyatt.

This is where the money is.

Anything else?

Perhaps you've heard.

We had an unfortunate incident

in Fort Griffin...

entirely beyond our control.

It seemed a good time to move on.

I hope we won't have

anything unfortunate happen in Dodge.

Likewise, I'm sure.

I'll be checking my gun

as soon as we find a suitable hotel.

I look forward

to more civilized surroundings.

Gentlemen.

Maybe he ought to check his knife, too.

I heard he cut that man in Texas

from his belly to his dick.

Bye.

I don't know what you want, Wyatt.

This setup seems pretty sweet to me.

We're making good money. We might get

a piece of the Alhambra Faro Bank.

Virgil, there's never been a man

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