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[gunshot, window shatters] Get down!

Bat, v/o: there's a reason they Called it the wild west.

Good people of tombstone,

My name is c.S. Fly,

Proprietor of the Fly photography gallery!

New blood. Your shop could use Our protection.

We can look after ourselves Just fine, thank you.

You learn slow, don't you boy? [cocks gun]

The truth has no sides, It just is!

Mollie fly: Buck stop!

[gunshot fired in air nearby]

[train whistle]

Bat, v/o: I was just a young Man when I first headed west.

In the years that followed, I became

A cowboy... A gunslinger...

And even served as sheriff Of dodge city,

One of the most lawless towns In the country.

My name is bat masterson.

Now I'm a reporter and I've come West again to chronicle

The world that I know best...

The american west.

Lure of gold, land, Destiny flooded the frontier

With men both good and bad.

These are the incredible true Tales of the wild west.

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An old-fashioned behind the

Scenes reporter like myself

Would rather sit for the dentist

Than a photographer.

Hat or no hat?

Whichever you prefer.

What's your professional Opinion?

It's your portrait, sir.

Whatever puts you at ease.

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Have you posed for Photographs before?

Only under duress.

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Mrs. Fly, this camera of yours, Who's the maker?

Mr. Masterson...

Your editor insists On a portrait.

Stall all you like but It will be taken.

Photography is a bit Of an unusual career for a-

For a woman?

I've always had a keen eye.

Sadly, I couldn't paint Worth spit.

[clicks closed] Photography chose me.

Where'd you get started?

San francisco.

I...

I met a young man who had Scraped and saved enough

To buy his own equipment.

Ah! Mr. Fly.

Buck, yeah.

You know right away I saw that he was special.

He wanted to show people The way that he

Saw...

Listen to me drudging up Ancient history.

I do tend to have that Effect on people.

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Did you stay on the Coast or...

Not long.

As soon as we got married, We headed for arizona.

What drew you there?

Buck had heard of a silver boom Town in the desert,

And he wanted to be the first To open a studio

So we packed up the camera And rode 800 miles

To a place called tombstone.

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I couldn't promise you money, Or a life without work,

But I did promise It would never be dull.

And I believed you.

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[door opens, closes] Mollie, I got an idea.

Let's take the optical Out on the town.

There's too much to do, buck.

We have to arrange the darkroom And choose the furnishings.

There's plenty of time.

Look around you, mol! Look where we are!

That's not how you Build a clientele.

We discussed this.

We'll photograph All the fat cats,

And their fat wives!

But these people, They're real.

And our business is Real, buck.

And it needs our attention.

No shame in portraiture.

Let's get started!

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[taps hands]

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[clicking, ticking sound]

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Good people of tombstone,

My name is c.S. Fly,

Proprietor of the Fly photography gallery!

Highest-grade images At a fair price!

25 cents a picture! Here, take a flyer.

25 cents a picture!

Come visit Fly's photography gallery-

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Well, pretty As a picture yourself.

What do you think, boys? Should I pose for the lady?

I think your ugly mug Might break the glass.

[mumbling angrily]

All our welcome at Our studio, gents...

As long as you have The means.

New blood.

These streets Can be fearsome.

Your shop could Use our protection.

We can look after ourselves Just fine, thank you.

Hmm, yeah. [knocks flyers out of his hand]

You're gonna learn Who runs this place.

You learn slow, don't you boy? [cocks gun]

Now look at him! [chuckles]

[gunshot fired in air nearby] That's enough.

Well, hey marshal.

You boys are like A bad penny.

How many times will I catch you pulling

Guns in my street,clinton?

Yourstreet?

Cowboys were here first.

We'll be here When you're gone.

Even so, I'll have That pistol;

Yours too, billy.

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Come take it.

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[cocks gun] Mollie: stop!

You men ought to be Ashamed of yourselves.

Fight if you must but I'll thank You not to do it

In front of my business.

You heard her, marsh... Next Time bring all your brothers

And your doctor friend.

[chuckles]

[pats him]We'll be waiting. Come on boys, let's go.

[spits]

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Come on.

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That was ill-advised, Young lady...

But not a little brave.

I'm virgil earp, My kid brother, morgan.

Who were those men?

Youngsters billy clanton.

His brother ike, he's the one That pulled on you.

Virgil: steer clear Of that bunch.

Their days are numbered And they know it.

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Buck, let's go inside.

Buck.

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Bat: wait a minute.

Mr. Masterson, I must insist.

Hold on, you're saying you moved Next door to the o.K. Corral?

We only knew it as a livery that Hosted unsavory characters.

When was this?

1881.

'81? That's the year of the-

Yes, yes. The year of the shootout.

Well continue mrs. Fly, Don't let me stop you.

And what about Your portrait?

How's this...

Finish your story and I promise To be the perfect subject.

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When's the next one?

Mr. And mrs. Portis Are due at 4 o'clock.

[sighs] Same setup.

Same blank faces.

I wouldn't mind Stretching my legs.

Buck, not this again.

What was the point of moving to A real boom town if we

Only ever see one wall?

You heard what the Marshal said.

There's trouble Brewing out there.

What better time to Have a camera?

[gunshots outside] What was that?

[gunshot, window shatters] Get down!

[gunshots continue]

[mollie whimpers, Gunshots continue]

[door opens, Gunshots continue]

Who's shooting? - it's the earps.

They're gonna kill us all!

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[mollie whimpers]

♪ [tense music] ♪

[clicking sound, cocks rifle]

Stay here, mollie. Don't get up.

Where are you going?

Buck! Buck, wait! Ah! [puts hand on broken glass]

[ripping]

♪ [tense music] ♪

[woman screams in distance]

[horses neighing, hoofbeats]

♪ [tense music] ♪

[fast footsteps]

[slow, cautious footsteps]

♪ [ominous music] ♪

♪ [ominous music] ♪

[man groans]

What happened?

Murder.

[groans]

[thud]

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[slow, cautious footsteps]

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Can you see anything?

Hush.

If the shootin's done, you have No reason to be here.

I said, quiet!

Buck!

That's billy's gun.

What'd they do? - your brother's dead.

Buck?

Answer me, What's happened?

It's a massacre Out there.

I need to Photograph it.

You'll do no Such thing!

Mollie, let go, This is important!

They're coming to finish!

I told them I was unarmed, Don't let 'em kill me.

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Marshal, what was All that noise?

Thought I saw ike clinton Crawl in here.

No sir, it's just Me and my wife.

Search the place.

That's not necessary.

We're looking for A fugitive.

We say what's Necessary.

You care to show me Your written warrant?

Care to spend The night in jail, fly?

Marshal earp, surely enough's Been done for one day.

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Stay inside, keep Out of sight.

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Go out the back, Stay out.

Thirty seconds, That's how long the gunfight

At the o.K. Corral lasted.

No one can say Who fired first.

You know, I knew Virgil earp.

Knew wyatt even better, We were friends.

When they were arrested I wasn't Quite sure what to think.

They weren't behind Bars for long.

Some said the shooting Was just.

Others called it murder.

I think it was something Simpler.

What's that? - power.

Only one side can control Those streets.

And the money that flowed Through them.

Could be.

Never got the full picture What happened that day.

There's good reason for that.

What are you doing?

What's it look like? - he ordered us to stay.

I don't care!

Someone has to do it! - buck, stop!

I need you.

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[door opens]

I'm sorry, we're Closed for the-

Mrs. Fly.

I was hoping to Speak to your husband.

No, he has business In bisbee.

Bisbee...

How's your business today?

Like I said, marshal, We're closed.

Maybe you'll make An exception.

Mrs. Earp has been hounding Me for a photograph.

Glad to see your shop Back in order.

And the corral will be Patched up soon.

Fresh coat of paint Does wonders.

I understand there's To be a trial.

A hearing, That's all.

We only wanted To disarm them.

Folks don't seem to realize we Were enforcing the law.

The law's not my purview sir; I take pictures.

Mrs. Fly...

Things will be said At this hearing.

Viscous things by people Who weren't there.

I've sworn to protect This town even if it

Needs protecting From itself.

Good people here Wanna move on.

I'd be displeased to see Any photographs of the corral.

They might give the wrong Impression.

I must ask you to remain Perfectly still.

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[clock ticking]

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Buck: what's he doing?

Making threats to my wife?

In my own studio?

This is too large For us, buck.

We just have to Go about our work.

'cause some gun slingin' Marshal told us to?

Those cowboys Threatened your life.

Why would you take Their side?

I don't care About sides!

The truth has No sides; it just is!

I should've done it.

While the bodies were warm;

I should've taken The camera and done my job.

That's not your job; You're not a journalist.

Why not?

People deserve to know What happened here

Before it gets Swept under the rug!

I had the tools and I'm Stuck in here with-

With me?

That's not what I meant.

If you no longer want the life That we've built together-

Stop, don't say that.

I have followed you In everything.

I have trusted you,

I have asked you for Nothing

Until now.

I am asking you buck...

Choose us.

To stay out of it And keep us safe.

Will you do that?

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It's something I had to see.

Listen...

You know I'm not Going anywhere right?

Out of my way!

This ain't no side show.

Look what they did.

My baby brother, 19-years-old

Gunned down like a dog!

You know this ain't right!

But you're too yellow to Stand up and say something.

What's wrong?

Mollie, wait.

Mr. Fly...

I didn't expect To find you here.

I could say the same Thing to you.

I trust you had a talk With your wife.

You listen to me earp,

Badge or no badge you ever Step foot in my place

Uninvited again, you'll Hear from me.

Mollie: buck?

Give me a hand?

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Alright, that's enough Of a gander folks.

Everybody go home and show Some respect.

The pair of you Lost your minds?

No sir, we just Found our stomachs.

I'm the law; I'm ordering You to put it away.

Do you intend to shoot us In the street, too?

Listen here, woman! - virgil!

You'll regret this, fly.

I'd regret doing nothing A whole lot more.

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Bat masterson, v/o: c.S. Fly's Photograph is the only such

Document to survive The o.K. Corral gunfight.

Eventually fly took his camera Out of the studio, traveling

To new mexico to photograph The surrender of chief geronimo.

Mollie fly continued to run Fly's photography gallery

After buck's death.

She bequeathed all of their Surviving photos of

The west to the smithsonian Institute.

I always wanted hearth and home.

But buck...

Was a restless soul.

Where is mr. Fly now?

He passed.

Not that long ago.

I'm sorry, he sounds Like a remarkable man.

Now, as promised.

The hat, Definitely the hat.

Ready?

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[camera sounds]

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