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You gonna get out of the way ?

I wanna know what you're doing with that army horse.

The McClellan saddle

and the blanket with the general star on it.

And now "Colt .45"

A Warner Bros. television production.

Colt !

Why'd you hit me ?

You didn't give me enough reason to kill you.

You look like a chipmunk.

What do you have in your mouth, bullets ?

“For there was never yet philosopher

that could endure the toothache patiently.”

Shakespeare, "Much Ado About Nothing," act three.

I wanna know where you got that army horse.

I'll show you papers concerning the horse

if and when I decide I like you.

Let's have a look at your tooth.

You a dentist ?

It would be rather a presumption

to prowl around in your mouth if I weren't, wouldn't it ?

Open up, please.

By any chance is your name John Holliday ?

There was no chance about it.

Would you open your mouth, please.

My parents had it clearly in mind when I was born.

You've broken of a corner of the right lower molar.

Oh, put away the gun.

Someone's always trying to out draw the kindly Dr. Holliday.

Hurts my feelings.

Out of this soft lead I'm gonna whittle a filing for your tooth.

It won't hurt a bit.

Would you sit down in the chair please, mister..

The name's Colt, Chris Colt.

Open up.

About that army horse.

I should think a man in the dentist chair

would be careful not to irritate the dentist.

I'm delivering the personal mount of an old friend of mine

Brigadier General Duffy.

- Open wide. - What're you gonna do, doc ?

First I'll take a small piece of shirt tail

preferably yours and soak it in whiskey.

Unfortunately mine.

Then I'll tamp the cloth into the cavity

that'll stop the pain.

It doesn't hurt anymore, doc.

It will.

Then I'll wedge it tight with some small pieces of wood

from that pine.

The natural moister of your mouth will swell the wood

and hold it in place.

Then I'll take a cartridge casing

this one here

and I'll fashion a cap for your tooth.

You'll be the only genuine brass bound monkey in these mountains.

That'll carry you through a tough steak tonight.

I'll buy it, where you headed ?

Tombstone.

For a change I'm on a peaceful and pleasant mission.

I'm gonna see my godson.

Imagine and old devil like me having a godson.

The devils godson.

After you, doc.

Hi, doc ! How are you. Glad to see you.

Now, look, before you ask.

He's about so tall, and thank goodness looks like his mother.

Eats like a horse, hates arithmetic

loves to read Ned Buntline.

And thinks that you are the greatest man in the world.

Well, I told you my godson's a genius.

Come on in, Mr. Colt, take a chair.

Thank you, Sheriff Ryan.

Aa long as it's not a dentists chair.

He just got through working on me.

Oh, now don't tell me that you put down

your guns and hung up your shingle.

No, it's still the same general practice

an ace for a duce, a tooth for a tooth.

Say, you fellows know my deputy Billy Taylor ?

Hello, Billy.

And last but not least

this gentleman is our leading drunk.

Mr. Van Rensselaer

It's a pleasure.

Say, doc.

Will you do me a favor ?

I drank all my trail whiskey.

Will you shoot a hole in my hat ?

With Doc Holliday's bullet hole

I could see any hat for $20.

Say, will you both join us for supper at the house tonight ?

It's kind of a far piece out, but it should be

a two ring circus when my boy and his godfather get together.

Well, thanks just the same, sheriff.

I've got some looking around to do.

Anybody in particular ?

Well, I've heard the Jessup brothers

are operating around here.

They've been in and out of town.

But nothing to jug 'em for.

We have now.

The government wants them on a secret mail robbery indictment.

Come on, I'll buy everybody a drink.

Thanks, but I'm not drinking.

Say, Billy.

Now you stay here and, wait on the carriage trade.

And you can let Mr. Van Rensselaer out.

Now you being my boys godfather

we should be some kinda in-law.

Well, the Mexicans have a word for it.

Amigos ?

No, it means more than just friends.

Soft like brushing off a silk hat with your elbow.

Compadre.

- Compadre. - Compadre.

How about you, doc ?

No, not when I'm going to see Anne and the boy.

Take more courage for me to go see Anne

than it did to face up to the Clanton gang.

Oh, my Anne doesn't think bad of you.

Not as long as I stay out of her sight.

Mrs. Ryan never did approve of me.

- Well, I can understand that. - Oh, you can, can you ?

You have a godson ?

No.

But if I had a son and had to pick a godfather..

... wouldn't chose the fastest gun in the rank.

Now, now, it's nothing like that.

Doc's my oldest friend.

We painted Red Rock red long before I met Anne.

Hey, Mr. Jessup, I wanna tell you somethin', Mr. Jessup.

Hey, hey, Mr. Jessup, I wanna tell you something, Mr. Jessup.

Look, Pete, please, Mr. Jessup.

Please, I wanna tell you something.

Stay away from me you old drunk.

Or I'll fill you so full of holes

'you won't be able to hold any whiskey

That sounds like Pete Jessup.

You want me to hold him for you ?

No, I wanna pick up all four of them together.

I've heard their warrants will be in the..

Wait here, I can handle this.

Jessup, throw down that gun.

Go on home, Mr. Van Rensselaer.

I was only funnin', sheriff.

But if you wanna see some real shootin'..

Throw down that gun !

You talk mighty brave today.

Might be you've got a saloon full of friends ?

I don't need any help with you.

I know you've got no more sense than that kid of yours.

That boy won't live long enough to be sheriff.

I had to slap him around some

to get a measure of grain for my horse.

This is your last chance, Jessup

so stop fiddlin' with that gun !

I ain't fiddlin', sheriff.

Jessup !

I didn't want to kill anybody.

Especially today.

Do you want to ride out to tell the boy and his mother ?

I know there are two places I've got to go eventually.

Out there and to hell.

I wish I could go to hell first.

- Can I carry papa's gun ? - You cannot.

But supposin' I meet the man who cuffed me around today ?

Who ever he was he won't be hanging around here

when it's time for your father to come home.

Can I go now ?

Say "Yes, ma'am,” and "No, ma'am," to Mrs. Taylor.

Wash your hands before supper.

Bow your head when she says grace.

Don't talk with your mouth full.

And don't platy fast draw with Billy Taylor.

Say your prayers on your knees when you go to bed.

And ride home in time to have breakfast

with your father and me in the morning.

- I might as well stay home. - Giddy up.

Your father and I haven't had an evening in peace

since they re-elected him sheriff.

- Evening, gentlemen. - Evening, son.

You trying to beat the sunset home ?

My father says there's three things you can't beat.

Sun up, sun down, and a fast draw.

He's the sheriff, I live over there

but I'm on my way to spend the night with Billy Taylor.

He's my father's deputy.

My father ought to be coming along any minute now.

I think we better be gettin' along.

Goin' far ?

It seems further than it is.

My husband isn't home yet, Dr. Holliday.

Ma'am.

Anne.

I won't ask who killed him.

But you had something to do with it.

Where ever you are you draw gun buzzards like rotten meat.

Who are you.

Oh, my name's Colt, ma'am.

Your name means a gun, and a gun means sorrow.

One of the Jessup's killed your husband.

We're going after the other three.

- More killing I suppose. - No, ma'am.

I'm going to try to take the other three brothers alive.

Did my husband have to kill the other one ?

Doc Holliday killed Jessup after he shot your husband.

I should be console, but I'm not. Why're you here ?

I came to town to see Kenny.

He's not here. Thank god.

We saw him down the road.

I only pray you had the decency not to tell him who you are.

Doc Holliday didn't tell him anything.

Can we help you bury your husband ?

You can help me. I won't let Dr. Holliday touch him.

I'd like to wait long enough to see Kenny.

It would be a nice reunion, wouldn't it ?

Well, well, if it isn't my dear little godson.

You don't remember how I look you were only two week old.

"But I held you over the baptismal font in church'

"and promised to lead you in the path of righteousness.'

How about practicing fast draw with your godfather ?

Now if you gunslingers will excuse her

the widow Ryan will get her boys breakfast.

But when I hear the gallop of his horse

and I come out to call good morning to my son

I don't want you to be here.

It'll be a real tall feather in a fella's hat

to kill Doc Holliday.

You know that Colt will make a nice notch in the gun too.

Pete got the sheriff. Maybe we better call out a standoff.

Not me.

Anybody guns down a Jessup

this Jessup's gonna gun him down.

- I'll take Holliday. - I'll take Colt.

You know if it was a case of getting even

there's always the sheriff's wife and boy.

Have you seen Mrs. Ryan ?

I rode in after Kenny got there.

She broke down worse than he did.

I'm glad she did.

Even a mountain would blow up if it weren't for the hot springs.

I suppose you're acting sheriff now.

I'm riding out with you.

I want the rest of the Jessups alive not dead.

One way or another I'm gonna have my hand in this.

Good. I'll use you for bait.

Like Anne said, "Rotten meat to draw the buzzards."

Good. Set your trap.

I want you to spread about a pint's worth of news.

If I know anything about Mrs. Ryan

there's no chance of getting her to live the house.

The expression holding the fort began with that woman.

I'll take the responsibility for her safety.

What about my godson ?

If he's anything like me he will come out shooting.

I hope he isn't.

So do I.

I'll give you the pint when you get back.

If you is to follow me, all I'd do is kill me.

Guess it'd be kind of a public improvement.

It's me.

What you want ?

I got news.

Thanks, gentlemen, but I don't drink.

We pay you to bring tobacco and bacon.

Not granny talk.

But this is not granny talk.

This is money talk. Big money.

Pull the horses around by the barn and unhitch them.

Careful not to wake up Mrs. Ryan and the boy.

- Where will you and doc be ? - Right here.

You cover Anne and Kenny from the porch

if there's any shooting.

There will be.

+And you, Doc, hold your fire.

The government want those Jessups alive.

And you're just the bait to bring them.

You sure got it figured out, Mr. Colt.

If there's any hitch to this

you're life ain't worth a nickel.

Yeah. Well, it isn't now.

Come on out, Holliday.

We know you're here.

Doctor Holliday isn't here.

We know better, ma'am.

Don't give us no trouble, ma'am.

Doc Holliday is like your own kinfolk.

You've got him hold up here somewhere.

Maybe we just better take a look in that house.

Alright, throw down your gun.

I got a warrant right in my hand. Throw them down.

Thanks.

You won't have to worry about that robbery warrant now

just murder.

Get down.

'Now drop your gun and get off those horses.'

Come on, get a move on.

Kenny, this is your godfather.

The famous Dr. John H. Holliday.

Billy Taylor told me last night you were coming to see me.

Your father was my best friend.

Well, how come you hid in the wagon till it was all over ?

Well, I guess I'm not as big a menace I was cracked up to be.

No gunslinger is.

You wanna ride into town with us, doc ?

No, they're your prisoners.

Kenny is right. I must have lost my nerve.

Hyah !

That took courage, doc

for a big man to make himself a little man

in front of a small boy.

Hyah !

♪ There was a gun that won the west ♪

♪ There was a man among the best ♪

♪ The fastest gun or man alive ♪

♪ A lightning bolt when he drew that Colt .45 ♪

♪ He carried the message of law and of order ♪

♪ Into a wicked land ♪

♪ With a Colt single action army revolver ♪

♪ Blazing from either hand ♪

♪ There was the right, there was the wrong ♪

♪ The gun was quick, the man was strong ♪

♪ And peace was made when they'd arrived ♪

♪ A lightning bolt when he drew that Colt .45 ♪

♪ Colt .45 ♪

♪ Colt .45 ♪