Wyatt Earp Page #6

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Your Honor, $25 wouldn't pay

for half the contempt I got for this court.

Bailiff, collect $50 from Curly Bill Brocius.

It didn't take them long

to get back on the road.

The Clantons and the McLaurys

paid their bail. It's the law.

Same for them as it is for you or me.

Then I guess it don't work too well, John.

Ike, what happened?

You're a little late, Johnny.

What is wrong with you, Fred?

Why didn't you send word

when you caught up with them in Bisbee?

-Didn't know where you were, Behan.

-I'm the county sheriff.

Those men were caught in my jurisdiction.

I should've been at that hearing.

They had enough friends there as it was.

We've been all over hell

looking for those two.

Maybe you weren't looking

hard enough, Johnny.

All over hell?

Sounds like your jurisdiction all right.

The outlaw's best friend

would like a word with you.

Hold your bets, gentlemen,

for the new dealer.

All right. Place your bets.

-Just tonight, Wyatt. To peace.

-No exceptions.

-That about sums you up, doesn't it?

-What's on your mind?

You're headed for war with lke Clanton

and the men he rides with.

And it's all over nothing.

You and lke want the same things.

You want the same things we all want.

-Really?

-That's right. To prosper.

To have some security for our family.

You did not come to Tombstone

to be a lawman again, Wyatt.

You are an entrepreneur.

You're full of ideas

for making the Earps rich.

Nothing good

can come from you interfering...

with the business of the Clantons

and the McLaurys.

Only blood.

But with a little cooperation,

a little live and let live...

everyone can make out.

-How's that?

-Lots of money, Wyatt...

to be shared with everyone who helped.

I know you.

That's what you've always been after.

I think you've forgotten something.

The Clantons and their friends are rustlers.

What do you care if they're running

Mexican cattle from the border?

They don't tell you

how to run your games.

You didn't let me finish.

They're murderers and thieves.

They rob the stagecoaches

my brothers and I are paid to protect.

One of those bastards shot Bud Philpot,

who never did a thing to anybody.

Your best friend Doc Holliday

is one of the worst killers in this territory.

Some people say he was

in on that robbery that got Bud killed.

-Hell, even Big Nose Kate said it.

-That was your work, Johnny.

You got her drunk and mad to say that.

I'm sick of hearing your lies!

Go back to your friends. Tell them

if they wanna fight with the Earps...

they know where to find us!

-Good morning, Maria.

-Buenos dias, senor Wyatt.

Gracias.

-Morning, George.

-Morning, Virgil.

-How are you, George?

-Look at Behan.

He'd lick himself all over if he could,

he's so whipped up.

What's with him?

His woman's coming back

from San Francisco on the Prescott stage.

A Jewish girl.

I never knew him to have one woman.

Guess you haven't seen her yet, Wyatt.

He's been busy while she was gone...

but I reckon he'll stay home tonight.

-Evening, miss.

-Good evening.

Are you taking a walk?

I am. Is that a problem?

Could be in this town.

A young woman walking alone

in the evening...

people could get the wrong impression.

What impression would that be?

I know the red light district

is the other end of town.

I didn't mean to imply that.

It's just that you should have an escort.

I can either be a shut-in or walk alone

on the streets of Tombstone.

I appreciate your concern.

I saw you once before.

Before you came to Tombstone,

in Dodge City.

You were in a show.

I know. I saw you, too.

I saw you, and then you killed a man.

So I said:

"What are you afraid of, darling?

"You're not some Red lnjun that thinks

the camera's gonna steal your soul."

And she said, "No, Johnny.

"I'm afraid that someone besides you

might see it."

But I assured her

that would never happen.

-Bob, you seen James around?

-Not lately, I haven't.

Wyatt, you gotta take a look at this.

Danny, I'm sure Marshal Earp

is too upstanding...

righteous, and married...

to be interested in a naked picture

of a young Jewish woman.

-You're a damn fool, Behan.

-Maybe...

but I'm the fool

that climbs into bed with that every night.

What's she doing with you, Johnny?

Just about anything I can think of.

How much detail do you want?

It ain't right.

Shooting a man

when he don't know it's coming.

I'll give him one in the face just for you.

You ain't doing any shooting tonight,

Spence. It's Curly Bill's job.

Where's the commotion, Frank?

Don't worry about that.

Have you got a spot?

-Yeah, I got one.

-We're close.

I don't know if I like that one or not.

It's not quite my style.

-I like that hat.

-The black one?

All right, boys, let 'er rip.

Wait for me at home.

Clanton, move!

All right, boys. That's enough.

Put down the guns.

Drop them.

That'll be enough fun for now, Bill.

Hand it over.

Damn, you can't have a little fun

in this town.

Whether it was just some drunken fun

that got out of control...

a mistake, as you say.

You were just trying

to hand over your firearm...

when it accidentally discharged.

Or whether it was a heinous crime

against this community...

carefully planned

and maliciously premeditated...

we'll have to wait for a jury

of your peers to decide.

But what we know already is this:

You have robbed the people of Tombstone

of a precious resource.

Fred White was a brave lawman,

a loving father and husband...

a loyal friend, and a good man...

which you, William Brocius, are not.

Your bail is set at $15,000.

Virgil, you're the acting marshal now.

Take him out of my sight.

-Behan's not here.

-I'm not looking for Johnny.

He's horse sh*t.

We found something to agree on.

Maybe you've heard about

the private photograph...

my former fiance was showing around?

Or maybe you've seen it.

It seems every man in town has.

You shouldn't be in here.

I've been in worse places than this.

You mean you want me

to go somewhere with you?

I heard a story about you.

About you and a prisoner

named Tommy O'Rourke.

Tommy Behind-the-Deuce, they called him.

Is it true what they say?

How you saved him?

People make up a lot of things.

Sometimes even I don't know

what really happened.

I know this, though:

The stories are always better.

Is Mattie Earp your wife?

We've been together a while.

She uses my name.

I owe her that at the least.

I'm not gonna marry Johnny Behan.

I never thought you would.

-What would you know about it, Mr. Earp?

-Wyatt.

You don't know anything about me.

I knew a lot about you

the minute you got off that stagecoach.

Like what?

That you're a brave young woman.

That you came out to a place like this

on your own...

to a man you knew wasn't right for you...

because you liked the adventure of it all.

I've never been afraid of much.

You're afraid to say my name.

Why would I be afraid of that?

Because you know once you do,

that'll be it.

You've got a lot of confidence, Mr. Earp.

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