Young Guns Page #3

MURPHY:

Ahhhh... Then I'll be expecting to see you follow...

the Englishman out of Lincoln when he goes. You tell

him... Tell that slug to leave no slime in the road

behind him when he crawls back to Wharf Street.

DOC:

Alex! How you doing?

ALEX:

Someone break up your dance, Doc?

DOC:

Yeah...yeah, he's the girl's guardian.

ALEX:

Guardian? That's a gentle euphemism.

DOC:

Why?

ALEX:

He had a shirt ruined in the Silver City laundry. He

took the celestial woman's daughter as payment.

DOC:

What?

ALEX:

She's house entertainment... as I understand it.

Come on, you can dance with Susan... it's safer.

SUSAN:

Yeah...

DOC:

No...

EL LOCO:

Out of the way, mister.

TUNSTALL:

Ah, I do beg your pardon.

EL LOCO:

Alright, you and me.

CHARLEY:

No, no, no. No it's you and I. Isn't that right

John, you and I?

TUNSTALL:

Yes, yes, it is, it is.

CHARLEY:

You and I...

BILLY:

Pugilist.

DOC:

He's something, ain't he?

COWBOY:

Happy New Year!

DOC & BILLY

Happy New Year!

TUNSTALL:

Go on Billy... boys will be boys.

DOC:

No! No! It's too many! It's too many! Let's get out

of here!

ALEX:

Murphy's henchmen have to be brought in, J.P. I'm

gonna take it to court and bring Murphy down.

J.P.

Have you talked to Sheriff Brady?

ALEX:

Half the murderers... are members of his posse. He

won't touch him! You're the Justice of the Peace,

Wilson. You have the power to serve warrants through

special constables.

J.P.

What special constables? No one's fool enough to go

and after Murphy's people.

ALEX:

Deputize them.

J.P.

McSween, those are just boys. Ain't one of them over

twenty-one. Murphy's men will shred them in half

within a day.

ALEX:

Are you gonna deputize them?

J.P.

Hell no. No, I'm not, Alex. Not me.

ALEX:

Alright, then you go tell them.

DICK:

Bonney! Bonney! You weren't supposed to smoke

anybody. We got warrants! We're the law!

DOC:

Nine men lay dead or at death's door yesterday noon

following a gunfight between Lincoln resident Henry

Hill, forty-five, and what patrons have called a

'kid'. A local miner has identified the kid as one

Henry McCarthy...also known as William H. Bonney,

nineteen or twenty. In a flaming shootout, the kid,

Billy, killed Mr. Hill then took on an onslaught of

Hill's partisans bringing the damage to six verified

slayings. Bonney is believed to be the captain of a

deputized gang.

DICK:

Captain?

STEVE:

How come it doesn't say nothing about... about two I

closed out?

CHARLEY:

Sh*t, Dick, you sent a lamb into slaughter and he

walked out a king sheep.

CHAVEZ:

El Chivato. Billy The Kid.

GUY:

Damn. Murphy's gonna want blood, brains and balls

for this.

DICK:

Hey Doc, don't be stupid!

DOC:

What?

DICK:

You know they're gonna be looking for us.

DOC:

Yeah, I'll be back in a minute.

YEN SUN:

I cannot accept those, thank you.

DOC:

You walk awful fast for a little thing don't you?

Come on, Yen, I just wanna talk.

YEN SUN:

You must like trouble.

DOC:

Trouble? You think I look like... trouble. I'm a

poet... carrying flowers of all things.

YEN SUN:

And a gun. A big gun.

DOC:

It's a big town. Come on Yen... please? STOP! Look,

if you don't wanna take these, that's fine. But you

take a message to your guardian... You tell

L.G.Murphy that the Regulators are gonna clean own

us like they own a little China girl for the price

of a shirt. Okay? You tell him that. Yen, I'm sorry.

DOC:

Advices from Lincoln say the young lad... of

lightening rapidity, iron nerve and marvelous skill,

apparently single-handedly... took down Morton and

Baker of the Murphy-Dolan faction... including a

miraculous shot of fifty yards. There's a picture

here. It says 'Billy the Kid' but it ain't Billy.

DICK:

Let me see that. Hey, that's me. That's bullshit.

The papers don't get anything right!

DOC:

Advices from sources say that the kid, a left-

hander, is tall...handsome and unequaled in the

elements... that appeal to the holier emotions.

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