All language subtitles for Tombstone.the.Town.Too.Tough.to.Die.1942.WEBRip.x264-ION10.en

I am the voice of yesterday.

The voice of a period
in American life

that is hallowed with memories.

Memory such as no other
yesterday possesses.

Outstanding in all of my memories

are those of the days
when I was only a territory,

before I was admitted as a full fledged state of the union,

with my own bright star
in our flag.

Those were my turbulent,
hell-roaring days,

when I was a sizzling, seething,

melting pot of humanity.

Rustlers, dance hall girls,
cowboys and gamblers,

rubbing elbows
with honest townspeople,

ranchers and businessmen.

I was overrun with bad men
of all kinds.

Bad men, who were strangling me with their passions.

But I was too tough to die.

And also for my existence,

I am indebted to a man.

A man of action not words.

A man who lived dangerously

yet fearlessly.

He believed in upholding the law,

and by his deeds
became a living symbol

of respect for the law.

I pay this tribute

to the memory of Wyatt Earp.

A man among men.

The bad men of Arizona
came in search of many things.

More particularly
for lawless, riotous living,

and the rich
harvest of easy money.

You see, these outlaws

followed close upon those
hard working prospectors,

who had searched a lifetime,

and finally found the treasures

hidden in my beautiful hills.

Now wait a minute, Tadpole.

Look, Tadpole, look.

Why, these hills
are plumb full of silver.

Yeah, there are plumb full
of Indians, too.

I ain't hankerin' to risk my
scalp to stake out two bits...

Hang around here, Ed Schieffelin,

and all you'll get
will be your tombstone.

I'm telling you, Tadpole,
this is a real find.

Tombstone or no tombstone,
I'm stickin'.

Hi, Elmer. Judy.

Hey, John.

How come you're to christen
the newspaper

in this rising metropolis
"The Epitaph?"

Well, didn't you christen your
rising metropolis "Tombstone?"

Well, that's right.
Uh, Tadpole said

it should be my tombstone
and... and Tombstone she is.

Well, what's a tombstone
without an epitaph?

You got a point there, John.

But epitaphs is generally
chiseled by liars.

Now, Ed, before you start
calling me a liar,

wait until you see
my first editorial.

I'm going to sear the hide off

of every crooked politician
in this town.

Including the mayor
and his phoney peace officers.

Listen, you low-down,
muleskinnin' miner!

The next time you see
white men coming

you get out of our way.

Why, you no-good
cattle-rustlin'...

Curly Bill and his boys are sure
putting it on this time.

Hmm, bet your soul, Buck,
they've held up

one of our payroll stages again.

Yes, and they're in town
spendin' the loot.

There ought to be a law
against fellas like that.

We've got plenty of laws,
plenty of peace officers,

but nothin' gets done about it.

Tadpole's right.

We founded this town,
but Curly Bill owns it.

Can't anything be done about it?

I've got a pride in this town,

I wanted it to be a place
for decent folks to live.

But they'll never be anything done

to cure lawlessness in Tombstone

until we can find a man
who can stand up to Curly Bill.

What's the celebration for,
grandpa?

It's Curly Bill. He's here
hurrahin' the town again.

Curly Bill, huh?

So this is where he landed
after he left Dodge.

Well, hasn't Tombstone got any
peace officers?

Sure, but there ain't no one
hankerin' to mix with Curly Bill

when he's on a rampage.

- Well, well.
- Come on, Wyatt.

My throat feels like it was
lined with sandpaper.

You got your diaper pin
in the wrong place, sonny.

Curly gets more disrespect from
the law every day, doesn't he?

Now don't pay him no mind, Wyatt.

He sure likes to play rough
in a new town.

It's none of our business.

Come on, Wyatt,
you've hung up your guns.

Sure, I have. Sure.

Come out of the cellar, boys,
cyclone's over.

Do you have this kind
of ruckus often in Tombstone?

Every time Curly Bill comes
to town we do.

Well, don't you ever
have him arrested?

- Would you?
- Why, sure.

If I was sheriff.

- Who are you?
- Oh, just an onlooker.

Ah! Pretty safe for you to talk,
you haven't even got a gun.

Well, I admit
it's none of my business,

but if it was, I'd get a gun
and arrest Curly Bill

or kill him.

- You would?
- That's what I said.

Then as mayor of this town,
I'll just make it your business.

I'm appointing you sheriff,

and I order you
to arrest Curly Bill.

I'm just calling your bluff.

Loan me your gun, Morg.

Don't get mixed up in this, Wyatt.

Got a sawed-off shotgun?

- Hadn't we better go with you?
- Heh.

Mayor here's made it a kind of
a personal proposition.

Well...

Hm.

Nice little toy.

If I don't bring this back
in ten minutes

you can come and get it.

Doggone,
if it ain't Wyatt Earp. Ike!

Hold your fire, everybody.

Hello, Curly.

I thought I cured you in Dodge,

but I reckon you've had a relapse.

Seems like every time
I get a town organized,

you show up.
What's on your mind?

Going to arrest you, that's all.

You ain't hankerin'
to commit suicide,

are you, Wyatt?

Don't make any fool play, Curly,
there isn't any sense to it.

What do you expect me
to do about it?

Throw your guns in the road,
put your hands up,

tell your friends
to stay out of this.

- Kill him, Curly.
Wya Yes, kill me.

Wya It ought to be easy,
there are enough of you.

You can get me, but I'll take
a few of you with me.

And the first one
will be you, Curly.

- Call his bluff.
- Don't make any mistake.

I'll blow the belly out of
the first man that makes a move.

You know I can shoot faster
than you, Curly.

And I'll get you dead or alive.

So what's it to be?

The calaboose or...

Boot Hill Cemetery.

Don't come no closer.

I'm comin'.

Don't come no closer!

Drop those guns or make your play.

Hold 'em up high and empty.

Alright, Wyatt.

- You win this time.
- Alright, break it up. Move.

Wyatt, I got to hand it to you,

that was nerviest play
I ever seen.

Not so nervy.

I just figured it right,
that's all.

How come?

You knew I meant what I said.

Here's your prisoner,
Mr. Mayor.

Stranger, I'd like
to shake your hand.

- What's your name?
- Earp.

Not Wyatt Earp?

John! Come a-runnin'.

Here's your badge, Mr. Mayor.

Come on, Dan, let's find
Judge Horgan and get me tried.

Me and the boys are a way behind
in our drinkin'.

Uh, eh, come on, come on, Charley.

John, our troubles are over.

Here's the fella for sheriff.
This is Wyatt Earp.

Never heard of him.

John, I didn't think
even an editor could be

that ignorant.

Wyatt Earp here cleaned up
Wichita.

He was town marshal of Abilene.

He ran the outlaws
out of Dodge City so fast

they were sittin' on the wind
without a saddle,

and you never heard of him.

- Hello, Wyatt.
- Hello, John.

You know bothers Virgil
and Morgan.

Ah, I'm glad to meet
any and all Earps.

So that's the famous
Wyatt Earp, eh?

Uh, he won't be famous long

if he hangs around Tombstone.

Ah, and I guess you and your boys

will see to that, eh, Curly?

Uh, judge, can I interrupt
your game?

Ah, sure, yeah, yeah.

Why, Curly Bill,

what are you doing
under the custody of the law?

Come on, sit down, take a hand.

Thanks, judge, but the boys here
is waiting for me

and I'd like to get tried
before I settle down

on the night's fun.

Why, sure, Curly.
What's the charge?

Uh, what do you think the charge
ought to be, Curly?

Well, how about disturbin'
the peace?

Suits me.
How do you want to plead?

I'll save a heap of trouble
if I just plead guilty, judge.

You could go right on
your poker game.

That's right accommodating
of you, Curly.

Hear ye. Hear ye.

Municipal Court of Tombstone
is now in session.

Order in the court.

Curly Bill, having been examined

in the chambers
of the Crystal Palace Saloon...

Quiet, please.

Pleads guilty of disturbing
the peace.

I hereby fine him...

Will $25 be too much, Curly?

Well, shucks, no, judge,
it would be a pleasure.

Make it 30,
I ain't got the change.

This court's adjourned.

The pot's open for $30.

While they haven't
anything else to do,

they make plenty rustling cattle
and stealing horses.

Wyatt, if a town ever needed
a man like you,

it's Tombstone.

No, thanks, John, I have hung up

my guns definitely.

Get outta here!

I've changed my mind, John.

I'll take that job of yours.

- Two tens.
- Two tens.

- Four aces.
- Four aces.

- Two tens.
- Two tens.

- Four aces.
- Four aces.

- You lose.
- Oh, why I never win.

- Howdy, Mr. Mayor.
- Hello, Butch.

What's he doing here?

Hello, boys. Oh, hi there.

- About time you showed up.
- Well, Curly...

Fine mess you made of things
appointing Wyatt Earp

sheriff of Tombstone.

Well, I couldn't help it, Curly,

John Clum blackmailed me into it.

Blackmailed you? How?

Well, you know I'm coming up
for reelection in November,

and he promised to lay off me
in his newspapers

if I appointed Earp sheriff.

Well, a fine alibi that is.

Give me that notice.

Look at this.

Notices like that are plastered
all over Tombstone.

"No more leavin' horses
on sidewalks

"or ridin' 'em into saloons

or restaurants
or billiard parlors."

That's up for you, Curly.
To learn you to be more refine.

Shut up.
And that's not the worst.

"No more shootin' weapons
in the street

for fun or otherwise."

Not been shootin' to kill.

"By order of Wyatt Earp, sheriff
of Pima County, Tombstone."

You know what that means?

Now, now, don't get excited,
Curly.

There's plenty of time and ways

to handle Wyatt Earp.

- We'll show him...
- We?

A lot help you've been.

That poster's a challenge
for all of us

to keep out of Tombstone.

Only one thing to do,

go and let them Earps have it.

That's what I say.

That's just what the Earps want.

They want to suck you into town

where they hold an aceful

over your two pair.

Not turning yellow, are you?

You'll find out how yellower
I am the when the time comes.

You had to shoot a kid.

Right in front of Wyatt Earp.

Just now I'm playin' smart.

What's on your mind, Curly?

If you won't go to Tombstone
to get Earp,

you can't expect him
to come out here, can you?

Not a bad idea.

But how?

- That's up to you.
- Eh...

You'd better move, brother,
and move fast.

If you can't figure a way
to get Earp out here

where we hold the cards,

you'll have to worry
about your re-election.

You lookin' for somethin',
stranger?

Yeah, food.

But my horse is hungrier
than I am.

Feed him first.
He'll have a nice big raw steak.

Steak?
But horses don't eat meat?

Try him.
You might get a surprise.

Hey, hey. What did I tell you?

- He won't eat it.
- He wouldn't, huh?

Well, cook it for me,
I'll eat it myself.

Go ahead, cook it for him, Chris.

Very neat, kid.

- What brought you here?
- A horse.

What's your name
and what's your game?

No games.
I've been looking for a job.

They call me Johnny
where I come from.

Johnny what?

Just Johnny.

Where do you come from?

Anywhere you'd like it to be.

Keep your trap shut
that tight all the time, kid,

and you'll do alright.

Come along
I wanna talk to you privately.

You fellas stay here.

Bring that steak
into the backroom, Chris.

A fella can't talk
on an empty stomach.

Feel better?

Yeah, good enough to tell a cook

I can't pay for the steak.

Oh, forget it.

You think you'd like
to work for me?

Why not?

You know the kind of business
I'm in?

- Who doesn't?
- You got any objections?

Why should I?

Good. Ever been in Tombstone?

- No.
- Anybody there know you?

Don't see how they could.

- Dan.
- Yeah.

Reckon you're just the kid
I've have been looking for.

Want you to give this kid
a job in Tombstone.

- Job?
- Hey!

I thought I was working for you?

You are.

No matter where I send you,

remember you're still workin'
for me.

Hello, Fred.

Any luck?

- Any luck?
- Uh, just a minute.

Just a minute.

I got just what you want.

Just read that page.

Statute 41, section B,

"Laws Of The Territory
Of Arizona."

Thank you, mayor.

Morning, Virg,
you wanted to see me?

Yeah. You're always complaining
that we never make any arrests.

I've got a prisoner here
for you now.

Took him off the Tucson stage.

Come out here, you.

Picked him up for wearin' this
under his coat.

You ought to know better
than that.

Carrying concealed weapons.

- Hello, Doc.
- How are you, Wyatt?

Virg, shake hands
with Doc Holliday.

The greatest gunfighter
and best faro dealer

this side of Texas.

Wyatt's told me all
about you, Doc.

How you saved his life
up in Dodge City and...

I've been wondering
ever since why I did.

Are you running this town, Wyatt?

Well, not exactly,
just trying to make

fellas like you obey the law.

Great. Need any help?

Don't tell me you wanna
be a peace officer?

Well, it's a bit out
of my line but I think

I could furnish the town
with a little excitement.

I'd give you a badge and there'd
be a gunfight every night.

Oh, Wyatt, I wouldn't shoot
anybody without your permission.

Unless I had to.

You aimin' to stay out here, Doc?

Yeah, the doctors tell me that
that fine Arizona air you get

in pool halls and saloons
might do me some good.

You stick in Tombstone, I
guarantee you won't die in bed.

Mornin' there.
Hope I ain't disturbin' you.

Always welcome, Mr. Mayor,
what's on your mind?

Uh, I want to compliment you
on the fine job you're doin'.

Tombstone's never been
so peaceable.

Not a single killin'
since you took office.

Well, I'm glad you're satisfied.

In fact, there's been
no complaints at all.

- Uh, except one.
- What's that?

Well, uh, Judge Horgan asked me
to speak to you about it.

- It's taxes.
- Taxes?

Yeah, the law says the sheriff
has to enforce the collection

of all the taxes in his district.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, you know.

From the mines and the smelters.

- And the ranches and...
- And the rustlers?

Uh, y... yeah, yes.

You know, like,
if Curly Bill's got some cattle

he ought to have to pay taxes
on 'em or give 'em up.

And the Clantons
and the McLowerys...

Sounds to me
like taxing those rustlers

would be a lifetime job.

More likely death-time.

Those fellas will never
pay taxes without a fight.

- Have you got a tax list?
- Oh, you won't need one.

I got a tax-appraiser
comin' up from Tucson.

- Be here tonight.
- Mm-hm.

Well, I'll be ready
whenever he is.

- Fine, fine.
- Oh, Crane.

Thanks for making it so plain,
what I got to do.

Oh, I didn't have nothing to do
with it, it's just the law.

Well, so long, gents.
Good luck, Wyatt.

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not too bold #

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Tryin' to slap taxes
on Curly Bill and his gang.

The whole idea's plumb loco.

- Well...
- Don't do it, Wyatt.

They'll dry-gulch you.

- Maybe.
- Whiskey.

You're backing deuces against
aces, it's a fool's play.

- Maybe so.
- Better let me go with you.

Wya Another time, Tadpole.

I think I know what
Curly and Crane are up to.

Besides,
it'll give me a chance to see

where those rustlers roost.

Kinda looks
like we're gonna have quite

a lively time.

What do you mean "We?"
Who are you?

My name is Johnny Duane.

New around here, aren't you?

I'm not old any place. I'm
the tax appraiser from Tucson.

- I just come in this evening.
- Oh!

Did Crane tell you
what we're gettin' into?

- He gave me a rough idea.
- Think you can handle your end?

- Try me.
- Well, fine.

We'll take a ride out
to Galeyville tomorrow

and take a look around.

Suits me fine.

Alright, alright.

Curly's slippin'.

How do we get in
without them seein' us?

There's a back door you...

- Is there?
- Well, uh...

There always is, isn't there?

That's right.

Curly, you're getting to be
a rotten shot!

You nearly missed me, you're
always trying to be funny.

- You want me, Curly?
- Nope.

You hear anything from Crane?

Nope, I'll give you
about two days more.

If you don't think of a way
to get Wyatt Earp out here

I'll agree with the Clantons

that we got to go
into Tombstone after him.

You don't have
to wait two days, Curly.

Draw fast and shoot slow,
that's my motto.

And you never miss
what you're aimin' at.

Why, hello, Earp.
Where'd you come from?

You know my partner Johnny Duane?

I'm glad to know you.

What's all this about anyhow?

Well, come on in, I'll buy you
a drink and tell you.

Sure enough.

Hey, Chris!

Set 'em up.

Well, fire and fall back.

I came up here to hire you, Curly.

Hire me? What for?

Well, Johnny and I've got
some tax collectin' to do

and we'd like to have you
to go with us.

You know more about the value
of cattle than we do.

You mean,
you want that I should go along

and tell folks how much to pay?

- That's the idea.
- Why me?

Well, you see,
if Johnny and I went alone

we might set the values too high.

Yeah, and we might have trouble
makin' collections too.

And hangin' on to 'em
after we made them.

Oh, I'm to keep you
from bein' held up, huh?

Well, you wouldn't want us
to lose that money

after all that hard work.

You mean, you're gonna make
everyone of 'em low-down

two-bit cattle thieves ante up?

That's the idea.

Mayor Crane's orders.

I'd sure like to be in with you
on a play like that, sheriff,

but I can't do it,

I got important business
down in the Panhandle.

Well, in that case,
we might as well start

our tax collectin' with you.

- With me?
- Sure.

In case you're ever brought
up before a jury to prove

that you're a willing taxpayer
and a public spirited citizen.

Yeah, that's right. Now, I got
you down here as owing $840.

Eight-hundred... What?

That's what it says here.

Okay, sheriff.

- Count out $840, Chris.
- $840?

Yeah, dollars.

Hope I get my money's worth
out of these taxes.

Don't worry, you will.

- Thank you, Curly.
- Don't I get a receipt?

Sure you do.

You know, I kinda like bein'
a law-abidin' citizen, sheriff.

Maybe I should do more of it.

Maybe you should, Curly.

Maybe you should.

Come on, Johnny.

We'll go out the way we came in.

So long, Curly.

What for you let him
get away with that?

Look, Crane appointed Johnny
tax collector.

I have to pay him, don't I?

I don't see nothing funny
to laugh with.

You will later,
them McLowerys and Clantons

are getting too big
for their britches anyway.

Johnny will bring back
the money I paid and theirs too.

Oh, yeah?
Maybe Earp won't let him.

There's plenty of fellas
that ain't gonna let Earp

collect in the first place.

Believe me, Chris,
they can't all miss.

- Four aces.
- Four aces.

Oh, no, two tens.
You a funny man.

That must be the McLowery place.

Better keep our guns loose.

So that's all the livestock
you've got, huh?

Every living head.

That'd be funnier
if I didn't know different.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Your brother and the boys
are holding 800 head up

on the mesa.
Curly said so.

With what you got here,
you owe $360.

Alright.

I'll pay.

You tell Curly
I ain't forgettin' this.

Oh, you'll need it.

Been easy enough so far, eh, kid?

- Yeah.
- Almost too easy.

I don't know
what you're hinting at

but you do your job, I'll do mine.

You had a beat on him,
why didn't you shoot?

I don't shoot a man in the back
no matter who he is.

You know,
you're a funny mixture, kid.

Meaning what?

You can't decide whether you're

working for me or for Curly Bill.

Curly...
How do you figure that?

Well, in the first place, you're
being appointed by Dan Crane.

He's crooked as a ram's horn,
he's right under Curly's thumb.

- Go on.
- Well, the second thing...

Curly's takin' all this too easy.

That would've puzzled me
if I hadn't noticed

a couple things that kind of
have cleared it up in my mind.

Such as what?

You know your way around
that store too good.

I didn't miss that high sign
you gave Curly at the bar.

Oh.

You know, that's the side
of your nature, kid,

that's fightin' against
the good side.

I got a good side too, huh?

Sure, you have.
Everybody has.

Even Curly Bill.

Otherwise you wouldn't
admire him the way you do.

You got it all figured out,
haven't you?

Well, maybe I have.

Maybe it's just a hunch.

Why don't you start
minding your own business?

Okay, kid.

I'm not askin' you to fight
for me or for Curly Bill.

You know the odds in this game
as well as I do.

I'm only advisin'
to play your hand right.

Come on, Johnny,
we'd better be movin'.

Ah, here it is, Walter,
all finished.

- Well, thank you, Mr. Johnny.
- Ah, forget it.

Don't play
with any loaded guns now.

I'll remember.

Don't forget what I told you
about the Clantons, sheriff.

Thank you, Mr. Sparkman.

I'd keep my eyes open.
They're bad neighbors.

Fine. Well, thanks
for everything.

- Goodbye...
- Goodbye.

- Bye.
Wya Bye.

Bye.

You know, if all people
were as nice the Sparkmans,

there wouldn't
be anything to this job.

Yeah, they sure were nice folks,
alright.

Kind of reminded me
of my folks back home.

Where is home, Johnny?

Emporia, Kansas.

You know, this is the first time
I've seen you loosen up

and be yourself?

What do you mean?

The way you acted to those kids

and Mrs. Sparkman.

Boy, you're a different person.

Did you ever think
of settlin' down like them?

Yeah. Didn't work out.

- Wya Got a scrap, huh?
- Mm-hm.

- Wya Hometown girl?
- A girl named Ruth Grant.

We never could see things
the same way.

It's on account of her
I left Emporia.

She turned you down?

If you wanna call it that.

She thought I was
too wild and reckless.

And you thought
you ought to settle down

and get a steady job, huh?

Yeah, you know how women are,

always wantin'
to rope and hog-tie a man.

Uh-huh.

Well, if you let that throw you,
you surely

didn't love her very much.

I was always in love with her.
Still am.

I don't like being preached at.

That goes for you too.

Okay, kid, I'm sorry
I brought the subject up.

You've seen the layout
and know what we've got.

Try and make us pay!

Get 'em! Throw 'em up.
High and empty.

Better pay up, boys,
or you'll walk all the way

back to Tombstone behind my horse.

You can't bluff us.

- Wait a minute! I'll pay up!
- Hold it! Hold it!

In my hip pocket.

How do you think
you're gonna get out of here?

That's my part
of the entertainment.

Keep that rope tight, Johnny.

Now, give me the end of the rope.

Now, get that pack horse
and get going, Johnny.

We'll get even with you, Earp.

Love and kisses, boys.

Never mind that!
Get us out of here.

Go get Wyatt Earp!

Turn that pack horse loose.

Losing that pack horse
with all that grub.

How would you like
a nice big juicy steak, huh?

You mean, with Ruth to cook it?

Lay off, will you?

Hurts, doesn't it?

I know how you feel
and I know why.

It's because
you're fightin' yourself

instead of fightin' for yourself.

Well, that's easy for you to say.

You've always been
on the side of the law.

Me, I've been on this road
too long to turn back now.

Hadn't been for you,
the Clantons would've got us.

You sure took the right road then.

Yeah, that was easy.

Tomorrow quien sabe.

You're going back to Curly?

Aren't you going back
to Tombstone?

- Listen, Johnny...
- Oh, lay off, will you?

Well, at least we saved
our blankets.

- And the taxes?
- Yeah, thanks to you.

Oh!

Well, goodnight, kid.

Turn over, Wyatt,
I'd like to talk to you.

Oh, no, uh...

I'm keeping my back to you,
Johnny.

What're you drivin' at?

Well, this is our last night.

Isn't this when you figured

on gettin' the tax money?

It's alright, Johnny,
you don't have to answer.

You're in a tough spot, eh, kid?

- Goodnight.
- What's good about it?

Good time for you and me
to have it out. Get up.

You know, I don't
wanna fight with you.

But you've got to,
because Curly told you to.

Because they're Curly's
orders. Becau...

I don't have to take
anybody's orders.

That's the way to talk.

Now, you're fightin' for yourself.

- Am I?
- Sure, you are.

Underneath it all,
you're really decent, Johnny.

You wouldn't shoot me in the back.

You can't shoot me when I'm awake

'cause I won't let you.

So, run along, kid.

There's no way
you can get that money

short of killin' me.

So now you got the Clantons
wantin' to cut your heart out?

McLowerys gunnin' for you on sight

and everybody buzzin'
like hornets.

All for what?

Yeah, that's what I say.
All for what?

Yeah, so as Wyatt Earp
could slicker you out

of nearly 15,000 bucks.

He didn't slicker me
out of it anymore

than he slickered you into it.

- Told you the guy's smart.
- Yeah?

- You said you was too.
- I am.

But I couldn't shoot
a man in the back

or kill him while he was asleep,
could I?

No, I don't think you could, kid.

Now, if you keep your shirt on,
I'll tell you

how to get it all back and more.

How?

There's a shipment of silver going

to the Denver Mint next month

from Ed Schieffelin's smelter.

How do you know?

I collected taxes, didn't I?

Kept my ears open too.

Kid, this had better be good
because I gotta let them

Clantons and McLowerys
in on it to square things up.

I never gave you a wrong steer
yet, have I?

Come on, let's go play
poker dice with Chris.

- Throw down the box.
- There ain't no box up here.

Nothing back here. They haven't
even got a passenger.

Looks like they were just
dead-headin'.

More of your funny business, huh?

- Talk fast, kid.
- Yeah, what about it?

When they deadhead stages,
Wells Fargo don't put

their best man on the box.

This is it, I tell you!

I'll give you just one minute
to find it.

I'll make it two minutes, kid.

My minute's up.

Kid, you got just one minute more.

Hey!

Hey, here it is! Look!

Come on, boys! Get them
silver bars outta there.

Let's have 'em.

Come on, let's have 'em.
Come on.

- Pass them out here.
- Here we are.

- Here you are, Jack.
- Hey, that's all there is!

Burros are loaded.
What'll we do?

Turn that stage team loose.

Charley, get them silver bars
across to the Panhandle.

Here's that funny man again.

How'd it go, Curly?

Oh, a cakewalk.

The kid here handled
it slicker and grease.

I got some bad news for you, kid.

Wyatt Earp was out here
lookin' for you.

Wyatt Earp?
What did he want?

I couldn't tell you.
He was actin' mighty funny.

"Tell that kid to come
to Tombstone

if he ain't scared." He said.

"Tell Wyatt Earp
wants to speak to him."

Don't bite on it, kid,
he may have something

on you you don't know about.

I'm not scared of him,
he's got nothin' on me.

Well, anyway, wait till
Indian Charley gets back.

He's having all that silver

turned into money
we can spend anywhere.

Keep my share for me.
I'm headin' for Tombstone.

- Now?
- Why not?

Earp's got me kind of curious.

Besides, I wanna see how
he takes to bein' slickered.

So long, Curly,
I'll be back when you see me.

Did I make it fast enough for you?

Well, a little too fast, kid.

Do you mind waiting in my office?

I've got some papers
for Judge Horgan to sign.

Take your time.

- Hello, Johnny.
- Ruth?

Am I glad to see you?
What are you doin' here?

Oh, does it matter, Johnny?
I'm here.

Yeah, you're here, alright.
But in the sheriff's office?

Wyatt's Earp's office?

- Well...
- Wait a minute.

I'm beginnin' to get the idea.

Ruth Grant, Emporia, Kansas.

Very pretty.

What on earth are you
talking about?

What a memory that guy's got!
What a nerve!

- Who?
- Wyatt Earp.

- So he wrote you a letter, huh?
- Well, what if he did?

Told you a lot of stuff about me.

Aced you into coming to Tombstone

to save me from a bad end.

Aww, Johnny, why do you always

have to carry a chip
on your shoulder?

Me carry a chip?

Last time I saw you
you made it pretty plain

how you felt about me.

Oh, it was only because
I didn't want you

to get in any more trouble,
Johnny.

You know that.

Look, Ruth, a man wants to run
his own life. See?

He wants a girl that'll
take him the way he is.

And a girl wants a man
who's worth sticking to.

I get it.

Unless I see things your way,

I'm not worth sticking to?

Well, that's fair enough.
Suits me.

Is that all you
have to say to me, Johnny?

Well, what do you want me to say?

Nothing, Johnny.

Nothing.

I'm sorry you came all the way

from Emporia for nothing.

I'm not sorry. I'm glad.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

I came to Tombstone because
I kept thinking of you.

The way you were
when I first met you,

honest and strong and decent.

I kept trying to forget
how you changed.

So I'm grateful to you
for reminding me.

You're the same Johnny I last saw.

Arrogant and stupid
and bullheaded.

Go on and live your precious
life the way you like

and I'll live mine.

Don't worry, I will.

There goes your bridegroom
on his honeymoon alone.

Yes, sir!

Wyatt, as a matchmaker looks like

you're a pretty good sheriff.

Is that so?

And, Doc, do you think
you can fix it

so that the boy
doesn't leave town?

I wouldn't be surprised.

There he is at the bar.
You fellas stay here.

Why don't you watch
where you're standing?

- What's that?
- Whiskey.

Isn't fit for man or beast.

Hey, listen, you, if you want
a drink I'll buy you one.

- Don't mooch mine.
- Alright.

I'll just take you up on that.

Hey, Ben, what's the best
whiskey in the house?

Twenty-year-old bourbon, Doc.

Set out a bottle.

Here's lookin' at you, Ben.

You know, Ben, back East

you couldn't serve whiskey
to a little boy

like this.
It's against the law.

Hey, listen, you,
that's about enough.

- If you weren't drunk...
- Drunk?

You mean, like...

Hold it, buddy, hold it.
Hold it, here.

Now, what goes on here?

He's been mooching drinks
from me all day

and now he just
tried to pick my pockets.

- What is he...
- Lock him up, boys.

I'll prefer charges tomorrow.

# With them life seemed
cheerful and bright #

# At the very next
table was seated #

# A girl who had
fallen to shame #

# All the young fellows
jeered at her weakness #

# Till they heard
an old woman explain #

# She is more to be pitied
than censured #

# Oh yes #

# She is more to be helped
and despised #

# And despised #

# She is only a lassie
who ventured #

# Oh yes #

# On life's stormy path
ill-advised #

# Ill-advised #

# Do not scorn her with words
fierce and bitter #

# Oh no #

# Do not laugh at her
shame and downfall #

# Her downfall #

# For a moment
just stop and consider #

# Oh #

# That a man
was the cause of it all #

# Of it all #

# Uh-uh-uh... #

What did I do?

# Mm-mm-mm-mm ###

Hello, Wyatt, sit down.

Oh, I can't now,
I'll be back later.

Get ready, Ruth, I just told
the jailer to let him out.

Oh, what'll I do?
I can't go through with this.

Oh, honey, you can't
lose your nerve now.

Hey, Doc, give me the makeup kit.

- I'll fix her up.
- Here you are, Queenie.

Come on, honey, purse your lips.

Don't I get anything
to eat in this jail?

No, you don't.

All you get is out.

- You mean, I can go?
- Yeah.

Hey, don't I even get a trial?
What is this?

It's Wyatt Earp's orders,
if you want to stay in jail,

you gotta get in touch with him.

He's over at the
Bird Cage Theatre.

Bird Cage Theatre, huh?

That's fine.

Oh, I, I look just like...

That's just what
we want you to look like.

Isn't she cute?

Hey, sister!
We'll take that cargo.

But this is already spoken for.

Then get another load.

When Wyatt gives you
the high sign, start servin'.

Oh, hello, Johnny,
you know Mr. Clum

and Ed Schieffelin.

- How are you?
- How do you do?

Thanks for getting me out of jail.

Oh, that's alright.

Beer, gents? It's all free.
Tadpole's treatin'.

Oh, hello, Johnny.
Have a beer?

These miners sure tip
mighty free, Mr. Schieffelin.

I bet I've made $20
so far tonight.

Come here with me,
I want to talk to you.

But I can't leave the floor,
Johnny. I'm working.

No, you're not
working here anymore.

What are you doin' working
in a place like this?

What business is that of yours?

Well, I'll make it my business.

- Oh, is that so?
- Yeah.

Well, it happens
that I spent all my money

coming here from Emporia.
I need a job.

- Well, you're quitting.
- I am not.

Hey, look,
you know the kinda women

that serve drinks
in a place like this...

They're very nice. Besides,
this is a high-class theatre.

- What's so funny?
- You are.

You look so silly
trying to be moral.

Stop talkin' like a fool.

Alright, you didn't want me

because you thought
I was trying to run your life.

- Isn't that right?
- You were.

What are you trying
to do with me now?

Run my life.
Well, you can't do it.

I'm not engaged to you,
and I'm not married to you.

And you've got nothing to say
about what I do,

or how I earn my living.

- So how do you like that?
- I'll show you how I like it.

First thing I'm gonna do is
to get that war paint...

Oh, Johnny!
No, Johnny, stop! Johnny!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Johnny, Johnny! Stop!
Johnny, let go! Stop!

Johnny!

Oh! Johnny!

Johnny, stop!

Oh!

Well, now you look decent again.

Yes, I look decent.

And all it took was little
soap and water, didn't it?

What about you?
What's gonna clean you up?

I guess you could even fix
that too if you wanted to.

What do you mean I could fix it?

You could marry me.

Aren't you a little bit
late for that?

I wouldn't marry you now,
if... Oh!

Alright, Ruth. You win.

I'll do anything you say.

I wish I could believe that,
but... Well, I don't know.

Guess I'll have to get
a job first.

Jobs aren't hard to get.

It's sticking to 'em that counts.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

Will you give me
a couple of months?

Oh, sure, Johnny.

Yeah, but what about you?

Can I trust you to stay
out of places like this?

Oh, Johnny.

You're such a fool.

- Yes, I am.
- Ha-ha.

I knew Curly should've killed him.

But you can't tell him nothin'.

We've had enough of his
stallin', he's lost his nerve

or he wouldn't be laid over
in the Panhandle.

We want action, we want it now!

Yeah, we've come to town

to get rid of them Earps today.

Splendid. Fine.

Uh, I mean, you mustn't
tell me such things.

- I'm the mayor.
- Yeah.

And remember, boys, no violence,

except in self-defense.

Them Earps ain't so much.

Stick around and you'll see.

Us Clantons is all in town,

and we're lookin' for a showdown.

And that goes for you too, Doc.

You bottom-dealin' tinhorn!

Why, you dirty low-down,
cow thief.

Get to shootin'.

- I ain't wearin' guns.
- You're a liar.

You got the best of me this time.

Shut up, Clanton.

You too, Doc.
I'll take you both in.

Sorry, Morg.

You've been braggin' all over town

what you and your gang
are gonna do to us.

If you're just loud-mouthin',
quit it.

If you mean business,
go get heeled.

Now get out.

I ain't loud-mouthin'.

But the next time
you Earps meet us...

you get to shootin'.

You see that alley?
I'm going down to the end of it.

When I see Wyatt, I won't miss.

- Somebody!
- Thanks, Virg.

Much better than shootin'.
Throw him in the calaboose.

You ain't goin' to do
no such of a thing.

- Take him along, Virg.
- I'll get you for this!

I've had about enough
out of you, Clanton.

You've done nothing all day
but threaten me and my brothers.

Now leave them out of it.
Your fight's with me.

If I had my guns,
I'd fight all you Earps

right here and now.

Alright, take this.
I'll use my fists.

No, you don't, Wyatt.

You wouldn't get this stink off
from your hands in a year.

Old Winnie May here
gets mighty nervous

when she sniffs a polecat.

Get goin'!

Come on, Wyatt.

Them Earps just buffaloed Phin.

They hit him over the head
with a gun and locked him up.

You're letting 'em pick you off
one by one.

I thought that's what
you were gonna do to them.

You go tell them Earps,
we'll be at the O.K. Corral.

Let 'em come down
and make their fight.

I feel lucky, Doc.

I'll just copper that deuce.

- Go ahead.
- Unh-unh. You go first.

Ike Clanton and his crowd's
in the O.K. Corral

makin' gun talk against you,
Wyatt, and your brothers.

Reckon we'll have to throw
'em in the

calaboose and cool 'em off.

You try that
and they'll kill you, sure.

You mean,
that's what you're hoping?

Well, they said you fellas
would have to come down

and make a fight
or they'd bring it to you.

I... I'm only warning ya.

Wait for me, Wyatt.

No cause for you to mix
in this, Doc.

Who said there was?

Hang on to your chips, boys.

Game goes on
as soon as I get back.

They're comin'.

Now, boys, it'll be self-defense.

Now, there'll be no shootin'
unless you men start it.

But you're all under arrest,
and put up your hands.

Like this?

That one clipped me good.

Get behind me, Morgan,
take it easy.

Don't kill me, Wyatt.
Please don't. I ain't shootin'.

You started this.
Now get to shootin' or get out.

Pull off my boots.

Will you?

Sure, kid, sure.

I promised my mother...

I wouldn't die in my... boots.

As I always says, Doc,
it ain't the hen

that cackles most
that lays the biggest egg.

Yeah, Wyatt, why didn't you
shoot that Ike Clanton?

Oh, he wouldn't draw.

Wyatt Earp,
I'm going to have you arrested.

- For what?
- Murder.

Crane, you've been trying
to get me

ever since I came to Tombstone.

You've used every dirty trick
you knew against me.

A man had only to be my enemy
to be your friend.

Well, I'm sick of you
and your lies

and I'm sick
of that gang behind you.

You can't arrest me, why I'd see
you in Hades before I let you.

You just remember that.

Wyatt Earp, indicted for murder.

Claim, McLowerys and Clanton
killed while hands were up.

While hands were up. Why,
the perjures, the dirty liars.

That's more like it, George.
Now for the headlines.

"Court dismisses charges against
Wyatt Earp and brothers."

"Judge holds shooting of outlaws
service to community."

- Service to what?
- Community.

That's you and me
and everybody else

who wants justice under the law.

- Hiya, Doc.
- Hello, Wyatt.

Well, boys, I'm fired as sheriff.

- What?
- Are you on the level?

Crane got to the governor
and convinced him

that I'm a menace
to the community.

Well, if you're a menace,
so am I, and so is Virg.

Wya Well, we've all had a
bellyful of this town anyway.

You take Virg and go to California

and we'll help dad raise oranges.

That's a good idea.

- I'll get a doctor.
- No, no, it's too late.

The game's over.

Wyatt...

Come closer.

Get out of it, Wyatt.

Get out of it
or it'll get you too.

So the minute my backs turned,
you think you can run things.

You had to do everything
I told you not to, didn't you?

Had to go into Tombstone,
carryin' a fight to the Earps.

Well, you asked for a bellyful
and they gave it to you.

Three dead
and your outfit crippled.

Why do you keep riding us for?

We just had tough luck,
that's all.

You had tough luck.

The only reason you
and your brother aren't dead

is that he was in jail
and you ran away.

Now listen, fellers,

we got a nice paying business
here, what with the payrolls

and the silver and the cattle.

Why do you want to go around
shooting people for

without any reason?

I don't object to it
when it's necessary,

but I don't go around
gunnin' for Wyatt Earp

just for the fun of it.

It don't pay and it ain't
good business either.

But I didn't do so bad,
huh, Curly?

You... What a dumb trick
that was, killing Morgan Earp.

What do you think
Wyatt's gonna do about it?

Take it and forget about it?

Well, he got fired, didn't he?

He ain't sheriff no more.

He can still carry a gun,
can't he?

I wouldn't be in your shoes
for all the silver in Arizona.

Before you see Wyatt Earp,
you'd better

file the sights off
them guns of your.

- Hey, Frank.
- Yes, Curly.

- Heard the news?
- Yeah.

Wyatt Earp sworn in
as United States marshal.

I no sooner get him
kicked out as sheriff

than he pops up
with another badge.

Yeah, a federal badge.

But he can't do nothin'.

He's hog-tied now.

Maybe he don't know that.

Git on there.

Evenin', Mr. United States
Marshal.

Didn't I tell you once your time
was short in this town?

While you were sheriff,
but you ain't sheriff no more.

Meaning what?

Meaning county affairs

ain't none of your business.

You're Uncle Sam's little boy now

and I ain't trifling
with Uncle Sam.

That's real smart of you, Curly,
because there's still

a lot of unfinished business
between us.

Only, how you gonna attend to it
when you ain't got no authority?

Well, that's somethin'
you're gonna find out.

Till the time comes.

- Mr. Mason?
- Yeah?

Here's the report on that ore
we took out of the new tunnel.

Ah-hah.

Fine, fine, Murph.

So you think Curly Bill
will bite on that one, huh?

Well I don't know,
it's worth tryin'.

Say, Dick, how long has that
young fellow been here?

You mean the kid
with the checkered shirt on?

The one takin' a drink.

Oh, couple of months, maybe more.

- Good man?
- Never had him better.

But sure independent.

Say, Mason...

- Hard work, huh?
- Wyatt.

Why did you let Ruth go?

Maybe I wanted
to make good for her.

Oh, you already have.

You're off the slag pile, kid,
you've been promoted.

- You mean, you fixed it?
- No.

You did this yourself, Johnny.

- Mason says you've earned it.
- Oh, t... that's won...

- Tell Ruth, will ya?
- Tell her yourself.

- You got two days off.
- Oh, that's great.

- I did fix that.
- Thanks, Wyatt.

# And when the fields #

# Are fresh and green #

# I'll take #

# You to your home #

# Again #

Isn't it lovely?

What's the matter?

You are.

I hope I'm all that's ever
the matter with you, Johnny,

from now on.

Hello, kid.
How you been?

The bunch've sure missed you,
not to say that I ain't.

Uh, Ruth, this is my friend Curly.

Well, this is why
you ain't been ridin' with us.

Well, kid, I don't blame you much.

But what you've missed.
Boy, we've been cleanin' up.

Johnny, I think
I'll be running along.

Oh, sit down, lady, I'm just
gonna take Johnny for a minute

and I'll bring him right back.

Look, kid, we got something on,
something big.

How'd you like to come along?

You know I've always liked riding

with you, Curly, but, I...

But playing Romeo
is more fun now, eh?

Yeah.

I'll bet that kinda fun

costs you plenty. Here.

It's your share of what's been
waiting for you up at the store.

- Oh, Curly...
- Oh, go on, take it.

There's plenty more
of where that came from.

And when you're through
having your fun,

I got something real good
waiting for you.

So long.

So long.

I couldn't help hearing, Johnny.

What are you going to do with it?

Why do you ask me?

Curly says this is your share
of the loot, huh?

Yeah.

And there's plenty more
where this came from.

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm.

Wyatt, Mason just left
with that wagonload of silver.

- Good.
- When do we leave?

Right away.

Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho!

Hi-yah!

Hey, Curly!

Look, there's a wagon
loaded with silver

just beggin' to go to
the Panhandle with us.

You couldn't ask
for nothing sweeter.

Get some of the boys, Phin.

Tell the others
to keep the herd movin'.

There they come, boys.

Remember what I told you,
don't shoot or they'll kill ya.

Take their guns.

Get off of them wagon.

- What are you laughin' at?
- You'll find out.

Hey, Curly.

This stuff ain't any good to us.

We can't even lift,
let alone carry it.

Thought you were slick, huh?
Ha-ha.

Well, I'm a heap slicker.

Don't bother about
unloading that, boys.

We'll take their wagon and all.

Who's laughin' now, mister?

Alright, bring them
guards over here.

Now you get aboard
and keep movin'.

- Get out.
- Get over there!

- Come on up.
- Get outta here!

Ain't that a haul?
Come on, let's get movin'.

The gall of them fellers making
silver bars that size.

Hello, Mason, I saw it all
from the top of the hills.

Did you do what I told you to
about the shipment?

There's two bags of mail
under the wagon seat.

Not mail, Mason, Uncle Sam's mail.

- Say, how many men's Curly got?
- I don't know exactly.

Say, I'd sure appreciate if you
fellas would throw in with us.

Be glad to. But we won't be
much help without guns.

Well, I figured Curly
wouldn't overlook that. Here.

- Here. And how about you, kid?
- Good.

I know how you feel about Curly.

- I'm with you, Wyatt.
- Alright, boys.

You're all working
for Uncle Sam. Come on.

Let's take 'em, Wyatt.

That'd only net us
a bunch of empty saddles.

Tadpole, take Mason and George

and get in front of that herd
and turn 'em back.

That'll bust 'em wide open.

We'll close in from the other end.

Get that wagon off the road.

Curly, US mail.

That's what he meant.

He's got us hooked, Ike.

Boys, this is no good.

We got to split up.

Tadpole, take this.

Wyatt.

You talk a lot of fight.
Now you fight or I'll kill you.

That one was for you, Morg.

Get Wyatt. Wyatt.

Well, Curly, this is it.

- Are you alright, Tadpole?
- Oh! Yes, Wyatt.

How about you, Doc?

- More like a sieve than a coat.
- Ha-ha.

Better have your coat a sieve
than be one yourself.

Where's Johnny?

You hurt, kid?

Not outside.

I know Curly was askin' for it,
but...

I know how you feel.

He was the only one
in that whole gang

that I ever had any respect for.

I wish he could've
heard you say that.

Come on, Wyatt.
California bus.

Coming, Tadpole.

Well, goodbye again, Ruth.

Johnny.

See to it
he keeps that badge clean.

Don't worry, I will.

Sure wish you were coming along,
Doc.

Thanks, Wyatt, but I like aces
better than oranges.

And I can produce 'em faster.

- Bye, Wyatt.
- Goodbye, Wyatt.

- Hi-yah!
- Goodbye!

- Goodbye!
- Bye!