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that got rich working on a salary.

That much I've learned.

If you wanted to get rich,

you went into the wrong line of work.

That's what I'm saying.

Think it's gonna be any different

in Tombstone?

Can't say, but there's silver there.

And opportunity.

The town's booming.

They're gonna need saloons, stage lines,

hotels, you name it.

Wyatt, did it ever occur to you...

that maybe we're doing the only thing

that we're any good at?

Goodbye, Allie. I'll see you a little later.

-What's this all about?

-I don't know.

-Where you going?

-Allie says they wanna talk to you alone.

Thanks for coming, Wyatt.

You're probably wondering

what this is about.

You're damn right.

We've been talking.

We like it here in Dodge.

We want you to stop talking to

our husbands about going to Tombstone.

All that nonsense about mining claims

and starting your own businesses.

They all listen to you, Wyatt.

They'll do what you say.

I know Morgan will.

We'd like you

to just leave well enough alone.

Just for once,

let the Earps settle down somewhere.

Is that right?

You brought me here to tell me that

without my brothers?

Stop talking and start shooting.

-They're upstairs.

-It's that goddamn Holliday and his whore.

Where is it? Where'd you put it?

Never again, you bastard.

You've raised your hand to me

for the last time!

It's Wyatt! I'm coming in!

Don't shoot me!

Where'd you hide it?

Come on, little dove.

Let's finally get it over with.

Don't think I won't,

you skinny heap of pus.

I won't have you hit me ever again.

Put that gun down, Kate.

I don't want you shooting me by mistake.

Year after year, sleeping in his bed...

breathing the diseased air

he coughs up all night!

No one else would come near him.

This is what I get!

This is his idea of a fair hand!

-You won't be shooting him tonight, Kate.

-Let her do it.

They can hang the b*tch.

We'll both be happy.

-What's wrong with you?

-What's wrong with me?

What have you got?

I am dying of tuberculosis.

Everyone who knows me hates me.

I sleep with the nastiest whore

in Kansas...

and every morning I wake up surprised.

Surprised I have to spend another day

in this piss hole world.

Not everybody that knows you hates you.

What were you fighting about this time?

I don't recall.

But like most times

when Kate and I disagree...

we set to killing each other.

All of you can kiss my rebel dick.

I know sometimes it isn't easy

being my friend...

but I'll be there when you need me.

They say it was the biggest funeral

in Dodge's history.

Of course, the town ain't that old.

People liked Ed.

We've covered some ground, haven't we?

What is it, Wyatt?

I've had it with being a lawman, Bat.

I've had enough of being famous.

I'm sick of Dodge.

What are you two doing?

Can't you wait to get in here?

We're saying goodbye.

I'm leaving Dodge, Doc.

Hallelujah. I'll drink to that.

I'm gonna settle down.

Start some kind of business where nobody

wants to shoot me anymore.

My brothers and I are going.

-You're both welcome to come along.

-Where's that?

Tombstone, Arizona.

It does sound quiet, I'll give you that.

The man we've been waiting for.

-Come on in.

-Here you go.

-Set it right down on that bench, son.

-Okay.

Our savior has arrived.

Yeah. Here you go.

-Thank you, Mr. Earp.

-You're welcome.

Morg, honey. Food's ready.

-Come on, sweetie.

-I'll be right there, little darling.

I'm gonna be sick.

Wyatt, the food's on the table.

Good, Mattie. That way we'll know

where to find it when we're finished.

In mining claims,

we've got the Mountain Maid Mine...

the Mattie Blaylock, and the Grasshopper.

Morg, why haven't you

named a mine after me?

They will, Lou, honey.

They're gonna call the next one the "ldiot."

Damn it. Bessie, you know--

Bessie, shut up and have yourself a drink.

Go ahead, Wyatt.

All right, we're about fifty-fifty

between the mines that are producing...

-and the mines that are--

-Worthless.

That are not producing.

In other words, we ain't seen

a dime's profit from the lot of them.

Not in other words, James.

Those are the words.

Incomes.. we got our salaries...

plus James' Sampling Room...

and a half interest

in the Oriental Faro Bank...

and a quarter interest

in one at the Crystal Palace.

From the sound if it, you'd think we'd have

some money by now.

I'm afraid we're about as rich

as lawmen are ever gonna be.

When you get through with all the talk,

that's what we are.

That's good enough for me, sweetheart.

I married you for your looks.

Guess you lost out all around.

We have close to $14,000 cash

between us.

Why don't we just split it up,

and everybody do what they like?

What we've got to decide

is how to invest it.

Don't you ignore me, Wyatt.

If somebody voted you king of this family,

I didn't hear about it.

You dragged us all down here with

a lot of talk about owning businesses...

and getting rich.

Now here you are a year later...

a bunch of lawmen and bartenders,

just like before.

Bessie, some things haven't worked out

like we'd like. That's nobody's fault.

We didn't all come out here

to split up stakes.

We're trying to build something.

Why does it always have to be

the brothers together?

Why can't it just be you and me, James?

They're all afraid to say anything,

but they're thinking the same thing.

We are your wives.

Don't we ever count more

than the damn brothers?

No, Bessie, you don't.

Wives come and go,

that's the plain truth of it. They run off.

They die.

You're a cold man, Wyatt Earp.

God forgive you, you are cold.

Morgan?

I'm sorry if I hurt you today.

That was not my intention.

Let's have children, Wyatt.

You're always talking about family.

Let's have children.

A family of our own.

Our children, yours and mine.

Before I'm too old for it.

Before I dry up inside.

I can feel it, Wyatt.

A part of me is starting to die.

It's not too late.

Children aren't

a part of the bargain, Mattie.

They never were.

...that you, Frank Stillwell,

and you, Pete Spence...

did on the evening of September 8, 1881...

rob the Sandy Bob stagecoach

on the road from Tombstone to Bisbee.

-How do you plead?

-Not guilty.

-That's not all I got to say.

-You'll get your chance.

-Spence?

-I didn't do nothing, Judge.

It's all a setup job by those

damn Earps and Marshal White.

Look at me, Judge.

This is the way they treat you...

when you come nice and easy-like

to defend your good name.

-Nice and easy, my ass.

-Quiet, everyone.

Now, there's enough evidence

and eyewitnesses...

to warrant an indictment.

I'll set your bail at $7,000 each.

-Have you the means?

-They got it!

We'll stand that money, Judge.

Get them away from these bastards

before they find themselves lynched.

There ain't an honest cowboy

who can get a fair shake in this town.

First, why don't you show me

an honest cowboy?

That's enough.

The next man that speaks out

will be fined $25 contempt of court.

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