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(dramatic acoustic guitar music)

- [Doc] Now how many hard
candies did you have?

- [Patient] Just a handful.

- [Doc] Well how
big are your hands?

- [Patient] Real funny, Doc.

- All right, head back.

Oh that's a shame.

Well it's not quite
what I expected,

but we're gonna have to pull it.

- Pull it?

- The tooth.

- Well course the tooth.

What are you planning
on pulling it with?

- Why with these.

- [Patient] Well how
much is that gonna hurt?

- Now that depends.

- Depends on what?

- On how much you can drink.

- You better get another bottle.

- Hmm.

- [Patient] God that burns.

- All right, head back.

Ah!

- Wait wait wait wait wait wait!

- Oh come on now.

Don't be a sissy.

You're the one with this
sweet tooth, not me.

Besides, I seen a seven
year old boy not squirm

as much as you're doing
in this chair right now.

- All right.

- Hold still.

- Just stop talking.

- Ah.

- Ahh!

- Now we're gonna go on three.

- Ready.

- Let me get a hold of it.

All right, right there.

One.

Two.

Three.

- Doc, you said you were
gonna pull on three!

Not two!

- Hush up and spit.

Don't be sore.

Every trail has its puddles.

Have a drink.

(western music)

Appointment?

- Pardon?

- I was asking if you had
an appointment with me.

- Me?

No.

I was just passing through town.

Been wrestling with a bad tooth.

I think it might be the root.

- All right, I'm just finishing
up with this patient here.

Go ahead and have a seat.

That newspaper over
there is a penny.

All right, easy.

- Lord it hurts.

- I'm sorry for your pain.

But that tooth had to come out.

And your mouth is
never gonna get better

as long as you keep jawing.

So why don't you go on
home and give it a rest?

Leave a coin there by the door.

And another for the whiskey.

Lawman.

- Keen eye.

- Well you marshals
are easy to spot.

All hat and.

No cattle.

Come over here and have
a seat why don't you.

Ah.

- It's the one way
in the very back.

- On the very back you say?

Ah.

- Ahh.

How's it look, Doc?

- Now it doesn't take a genius

to spot a goat in
a flock of sheep.

Your teeth are perfectly fine.

So why don't you tell me
why you're really here.

(tense music)

- Your uncle's land.

Now I already know
what happened.

Ain't no sense in denying it.

- Now those Negroes
had no business

swimming in that pool of water.

I only fired shots
to scare 'em off.

- You leveled a
double-barrel shotgun

and when them boys came
out of that watering hole

you shot and killed
two of those young men.

- Apparently all your
facts are incorrect.

Except for one.

But I never leveled a shotgun

at any human being
in my entire life.

That being said.

I take it you're
here to bring me in.

Is that it?

- No.

I'm here to offer you a job.

- What was that?

- John Henry Holliday.

My name's Wyatt Earp.

I'm putting together
a federal posse.

You'd be deputized and
this incident that happened

on your family's land
would just wash away.

Like rainwater.

- And why would you
do such a thing?

- Because dangerous
men are far more better

by your side than
across from it.

- So what is it that
you need from me?

- Well.

Georgia is a new land to me.

And while I firmly
believe that no hour

of a man's life is wasted
if it's in the saddle,

I need someone who
knows their way around.

Tell me.

Have you ever heard of
the Bridle Brothers?

- The who?

(tense music)

- Daddy?

Daddy what's wrong?

- Thieves.

- Step down!

(gun firing)

- There's another
one behind you.

- Don't panic.

- I said step down!

- Howdy.

- Easy now, old timer.

Why don't you just
come on down here

and we'll work this out.

- Why don't you do what
he says, step down.

- We'll be okay.

- Take what you
want with the wagon.

Just don't hurt us.

- (chuckles) Hear that, brother?

Little lady don't
want us to hurt her.

(Jon laughs)

(Jeffrey screams mockingly)

No, we wouldn't do that.

That's not gentlemanly, right?

(chuckles)

Where y'all headed?

- Crystal River.

- Oh.

Silver mine?

- You do what you want
with me, you swine.

But keep your disgusting,
thieving hands off my father.

(Jeffrey chuckles)

- Now little lady, you must
have this all backwards now.

See, we prefer to have
our thieving hands

go all over you than
your pappy here.

Ain't that right, Jon?

(Jon laughs)

Hey.

Why don't you step down.

Come on.

Come on.

Careful.

This is what I like.

Put a sack over his head.

- Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

- Hold on now!

- So who were these
poor unfortunate souls?

- Innocent prairie folk.

- Prairie folk?

- You don't need
to know the victim

of a crime to feel
conflicted by it.

Do you?

- No.

Just tell me what happened next.

- Jon and Jeffrey
tied up and tortured

that old man for
two days and nights.

They made him listen
while they had

their way with his
young daughter.

And then when they'd had their
fun, they executed William.

- They killed him?

- Put him on his knees.

Shot him in the
back of the head.

- And what happened
to the daughter?

- The girl?

They had one more go around her.

(gun firing)

(Jeffrey sighs)

- We should move.

(woman sobbing)

- Agreed, little brother.

Grab all we can.

Shoot the horse.

- What direction should we head?

- We stick with east.

On to Kansas.

Then on to Denver
just like we planned.

- What about the girl?

- Well decent cowboys don't take

what belongs to someone else.

(woman sobbing)

We earn our keep,
little brother.

We stick with the
rules of the trail.

Remember that?

Here.

Well go on!

- (sobs) No!

No!

Please don't!

Please don't!

(gun firing)

- That is one hell of a story.

You tell it with
such conviction.

- Your father was the
mayor of Valdosta.

Your mother died of
tuberculosis in '66,

the same disease that
killed your adopted brother.

- And I was baptized in '52.

What is your point, Mr. Earp?

- My point is that your
reputation precedes you, Doc.

Come work for me.

Find the Bridle Brothers.

Meet me in Iron Springs where
you will be paid $1,000.

- Iron Springs?

As in Arizona?

In case you haven't noticed,
I have a dental practice here.

- That ain't the only
thing you have here, Doc.

- And after Iron
Springs, then what?

- Santa Fe Railroad Company's
laying tracks to Las Vegas.

If you decide to
stay on with us,

or you can return home to this.

Perhaps you neglected to hear
the part about the $1,000?

- No, I heard that
part quite clearly.

- Now I only came
here because despite

the drinking and the
gambling, and this business

with them boys on
your uncle's land,

I heard you can
handle a gun and well.

Now I've always found the
easiest way to eat crow.

While it's still warm.

My offer stands for the night.

I ride out in the morning

and I'll come back
around for your answer.

Thanks for the paper, Doc.

(saloon piano music)

- Thank you.

- Another?

- Yes.

If you don't mind, leave
the bottle, Georgia.

- You had a long heavy day huh?

- Georgia, a dental
professional's work never ends.

Let me ask you something.

Is it better to be a
has been or a never was?

- Well that would depend
on the profession.

- Let's just say yours then.

- Barkeep has the
luxury to be neither.

We're here to serve.

- Hmm.

Take care of all of us
hopeless ne'er-do-wells.

Is that it?

- You know, my daddy used
to say to never drink

unless you're alone
or with somebody else.

- Hmm.

Cheers to your father.

- Holliday!

Are you deaf, Doc?

I'm talking to you!

We need a third.

You in?

- Oh.

What's the name of
the game, gentlemen?

- Poker.

Five card draw.

- Is that a fact?

Well there's a famous poet,
someone or other, who once said

"Sometimes silence isn't
always the best answer."

- That don't make no damn sense.

- Well it made sense
when I thought of it.

(Doc laughs)

- Are you in or not?

- Oh indeed.

Far be it for me to pass up
on an honest game of cards.

- You sure this is gonna work?

- What's not to be
sure of, gentlemen?

I never bluff.

And I hardly ever cheat.

- Oh I doubt that.

(Doc laughs)

- Good man.

Good man.

- What's wrong?

- I seem to have
misplaced my money pouch.

Maybe it's at the office.

Georgia, would you be a peach

and maybe give me
me a small loan?

I promise not to lose
for at least an hour.

- And after the hour?

- The game will be
way over by then.

- How's that?

- Trust me, darling.

- Thank you, sir.

You better win.

- I almost always do.

Seat taken?

- It is now.

(Doc laughs)

- Something funny?

- I hope you don't
mind me saying so,

but your teeth are remarkable.

Where did you say you were from?

- I didn't.

Dallas.

- Well perhaps you
know my good friend

and colleague John A. Ceder.

Is he the ones who fixed up
those pearly whites for you?

- I know what you're
doing, Holliday.

Quit trying to distract me.

Can we just play cards?

- Some people just
can't take a compliment.

- Not from you.

Show 'em.

- I got trash.

Every time.

- Two pair.

Aces over Queens.

- Uh-oh.

Perhaps you recognize these
four strapping young lads.

Jacks.

- Wait.

- Oh dear.

(tense music)

You got one reason why I
shouldn't shoot you dead?

- Paula?

Now that was pretty fast.

Don't be a fool, gentlemen.

I may be a dentist.

But I'm first and
foremost a gunslinger.

Now go ahead and put
those pistols away.

Do it!

Go ahead and take what
you think is yours.

I'll be content
with the leavings.

(clears throat)

Pleasure doing business
with you as always, dear.

And thank you, Georgia.

That should cover everything.

Here's something for the kid.

It's time for me to retire.

Thank you everyone for coming.

Hmm, you're sore.

Fear not, you're not the first

poker players to
come back angry.

Nevertheless, a loss is a loss.

(chuckles)

How about we all
just sit down here

and share a little bit
of this whiskey, hmm?

- I'd always heard Doc
Holliday was a cheat.

- Hmm.

Cheat.

Swindler.

There was this one card
dealer in Atlanta, he...

What'd he call me?

Ah.

A charlatan of all things.

- He'd be right.

- What is it that
you do for a living?

- I mostly kill people.

- Hmm.

Seeing that you're still
on your own two feet,

I'm gonna make an assumption
that you're pretty good at it.

- Care to find out?

- Are you suggesting
some sort of wager?

- Everything that you stole
from me earlier tonight.

- See, now you're appealing
to my softer side.

- You ain't got a softer side.

Meet me in the street.

- I most definitely oblige you.

(tense music)

- Your ass is mine, Holliday!

On three!

One!

Two!

Three!

(gun firing)

(Doc groans)

- You missed.

(gun firing)

And you're empty.

Oh.

(gasps)

(dramatic music)

- Can't sleep?

(Doc coughs)

- The night is the hardest
part of being alive.

You know, I always envy
those who slept well.

Me?

I just lie on my back and relive

every moment of my
life that I did wrong.

- There's a word for that.

- Self-loathing?

- Drunk.

- Carlene, I crossed
this invisible line

in my head and I don't
know how I got here.

Why can I never
go back to sleep?

What's the purpose of
all these desperate

thoughts and dreams
that I got in my head?

- The hour breeds thought.

It's an uncomfortable
mix of fear and the past.

- What if we left this place?

- And go where?

- Arizona.

Las Vegas.

- How much have you
had to drink tonight?

- I'm serious.

- We can't afford
to go to Las Vegas.

- But what if we could go?

- I'm not your wife.

You don't have to run your
plans by me for approval.

- All I'm asking is for you
to try to convince me of it.

- Okay.

What about your practice?

- Well I can open up a
dental practice anywhere,

but I'm talking about giving
up on dentistry altogether.

Traveling the country.

Doing something that makes
sense for once in my life.

- I thought you
enjoyed your work.

- That was always
my daddy's dream.

Not mine.

But to build something new.

I'm gonna have to let
that dentist burn away.

- We're all
improvising here, Doc.

There's no shame
in admitting it.

(Doc coughs)

I'm going back to bed.

Are you coming?

- Soon, darling.

Soon.

(dramatic music)

I miss you, brother.

Deeply.

- Morning, Doc.

- Have you been waiting long?

- Guess that depends
on your answer.

(Doc grunts)

So what's it gonna be, Doc?

Gonna be a dentist?

Or something more.

- More?

As in deputy?

- All legal.

Fully deputized.

Right after you find
the Bridle Brothers.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa,
you expect me to go

slinging my pistol
all around the country

without a badge
pinned to my chest?

- That's correct.

- And what if I get caught?

- Well hell, you're
Doc Holliday.

You'll improvise.

Well I assume that
you've accepted my offer.

- I must be outside of my head.

But yes.

- Hey Holliday!

I knew I could count on you.

- Where are you off to?

- Dodge City.

Tracking a man named
"Dirty" Dave Rudabaugh.

My brother Virgil and I
are heading down there.

We think he's hiding
near Fort Griffin.

Don't worry, Holliday.

I'll see you in Iron Springs.

- Yes.

Iron Springs.

(dramatic music)

- Doc Holliday.

- Father Willingham.

- Pastor.

- Oh, are you not
Catholic anymore?

- I never was.

- But all that time
you've spent on your knees

and the crackly,
crumbly little wafers.

- It's called Communion, Doc.

(Doc coughs)

- Well I have to say, it
has been a long while.

- It has been a long time.

What brings you to town?

- Amazingly enough, business.

That and a little pleasure if
I can find the time for it.

- Dental business?

- Federal.

- Federal as in...

- Doc Holliday the
lawman business.

- Hmm.

Maybe we should take
this conversation inside.

- Pastor.

All this back and forth is
starting to make me nauseous.

- Wyatt Earp?

- You've heard of him?

- Everyone knows Wyatt Earp.

His brother Virgil too.

His wife owns a
brothel in Wichita.

- Oh, and how would
you know such a thing?

- I have not been there.

- Mmmhm.

- Wyatt spends most of his
time between boomtowns.

Hard to keep up with
his whereabouts.

But I heard tell that he was
tracking someone down this way.

- He actually has me on
the hunt for a couple

of fellows by the name of
Jon and Jeffrey Bridle.

- The Bridle Brothers?

The lifelong criminals?

They've been in and out of
the state for a while now.

Appears killing folks has become

somewhat of a passion
for them boys.

- I take it that's a yes.

Can you help me find them?

- Wait.

You're telling me
that Wyatt Earp

has you chasing down
the most ruthless

stagecoach robbers that
this country has ever seen?

I'm sorry, Doc.

It's just that you're
a dentist is all.

- Well my friend, you
might just find out

I am chock full of surprises.

Now can you help me
find them or not?

- Well.

I can't tell you where
they are right this minute.

But I may know
someone that might.

- Well let's set
up a meeting then.

- How much money you got on you?

- Come again?

- You have been
gone a long time.

If you want information
on where to find

the Bridle Brothers,
it's gonna cost you.

- Seems like the only
thing that stayed

the same around here is change.

- Apparently not.

(tense music)

- You said 3:30 right?

- That's what he said.

- In the afternoon?

- That's right.

- On this very day?

- Doc, they'll be here.

- Bandits?

- Let me do the talking.

- Yes, but bandits?

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

- Who the hell is he?

- This is my good
friend Doc Holliday.

- Pleasure, good sirs.

I was just telling
my pastor friend here

how much I admire bandits.

- Is he a real doctor?

- Indeed he is.

- Well he looks like
a stranger to me.

And we don't do no business
with strangers do we, Willie?

- Nah Billy, we
sure as hell don't.

- So why the hell should
we take this discussion

any further than
it's already gone?

- Well this is the
amount we discussed.

All Mr. Holliday
wants is information

on the Bridle Brothers.

- What kind of
information is he after?

- I need to know where
to find said brothers.

I also need to know
who they ride with

and what fun little guns
they bring with them

to the party after they arrive.

Now you tell me all
that, and nothing

short of it, you
get this here bag.

- All right.

Deal.

- I'm all ears.

- Bridle Brothers
never ride in a posse.

Only solo.

And they're real gunslingers.

As far as where
you can find them.

Out in the Apache brush.

Deep.

- Good to know.

(coughing)

- What about them coins?

- Oh, right.

After all, a deal is a deal.

There you are.

Good day.

- [Willie] You son of a bitch.

- You take us for some
kind of fool, dentist?

- Easy there.

Easy there.

Now we can still strike
some sort of a deal.

- Holliday.

- Give me a minute.

- [Billy] What kind of deal

are you looking
to make, Holliday?

- I got it.

Which one of you two
fine young gentlemen

fancies himself as
the faster draw?

Either of you two can answer.

- I'm the faster
of the two of us.

- You are not.

- I am too!

Now shut the hell
up and hold him!

What kind of deal
you thinking, Doc?

(tense music)

- So you just had to try
something didn't you, Doc?

- Well money's a
bit hard to come by.

I haven't been a
dentist or sat down

at a card table in a short bit.

Here you go, pastor.

- So now what?

You just gonna shoot your
way out of this mess?

- Precisely.

(clears throat)

All right!

We'll meet right out
there face to face.

And we'll turn our
backs to one another.

Then march 10 paces.

Now for you bandits, that
is one more than nine.

And one less than 11.

Hmm?

Pastor here will count to three.

We turn, fastest pistol wins.

Deal?

- Deal.

- You sure about this, Doc?

- Not really.

(ominous music)

Perhaps share one
last shot together

before this all goes down?

- Are you kidding me?

- I take it that's a no.

I hope you don't mind if
I have a little myself.

Pastor.

If you please.

- Three!

Two!

One!

(guns firing)

- Son of a bitch.

- Pastor, grab the gun.

Now I'm truly sorry about
your dead friend there.

Lucky for you we have
a man of God amidst us.

Shall he say a few words
over his dead departed soul?

- The Bridle Brothers
are gonna skin you alive.

- Oh?

And where might
they be doing this?

Now you can just go home
with that mangled hand there.

Or you can join
your friend there

which will soon be six
feet under the earth.

- Down by the river.

There's some trees.

- A tree line.

Very well.

Why don't you fetch
this one a doctor and...

I guess we won't be
needing that doctor.

Could you find an
undertaker for this one?

- Yeah Doc, I got it.

- Pastor.

Goodnight.

(dramatic music)

- What's wrong?

- I keep seeing their faces.

- Whose?

- Everyone.

All them poor sons of bitches
we robbed along the way.

- Well no one owns
life, little brother.

You know, when I was in the war,

it was my personal opinion

that an innocent
man was a dead one.

- [Jon] Why's that?

- Well.

I saw every dead soldier that
was executed along the years.

And never killed again.

- Well I ain't never
been no soldier.

- You know what's scariest of
this place we call the West?

It's not all uncommon
to head over here.

And fall off the
face of the Earth.

In fact, it's a lot
more than you think.

See, you never met ma and pa.

By the time they followed
the trail to Labette County.

Pa started a job being
a cattle enforcer

for government lands out here.

Well one day he was
chasing some cow thieves.

And accidentally killed
a 14 year old boy.

He confessed to it.

And they sentenced him to hang.

But the thing in Labette
County, what they

used him for was his
heightened bucket.

Me and ma sat there.

And watched him kick the bucket.

But he didn't fall
all the way through.

He got knocked
unconscious by the knot.

He died 17 minutes later.

You were just a year old then.

So murder?

That's what we do until the
score settles, little brother.

You got me?

Here he comes.

Howdy.

- Y'all sure all the way
the hell out here ain't ya?

- We figure it's safer
away from the river.

- Yeah, maybe you're right.

Seen bodies up on the hill.

Coyotes and flies are having
a way with it now though.

- You got any news?

- Yeah.

Trails are pretty clear.

You guys head north.

There's ramblings Wyatt
Earp's looking for you two.

- Wyatt Earp?

The brothel owner?

- Yeah.

Deputy now.

Him and his brother Virgil.

Apparently they're
running around the south

hiring gunmen to join
the federal posse.

- Well you're gonna keep
an eye on them are you?

- I sure will.

Although I don't think Wyatt
Earp's gonna be your problem.

This dentist fella,
came out of Georgia.

He's gonna be your
biggest concern.

- What's his name?

- Goes by Doc.

Doc Holliday.

- Dentist?

- Yeah.

Mighty fast with a
pistol from what I hear.

Give those bodies a
couple days to dry up.

I'd hit the road again
if I was you two.

Ain't no sense of running
into this Holliday fella.

- Hold on.

You're gonna keep him off
us for a while aren't you?

- You boys keep your head low.

(tense music)

I'll see you when I see you.

- Let's get out of here.

(Doc coughs)

- I sure am lonely, Carlene.

(dramatic music)

I know you're not really here.

- I can be.

- I ever tell you I had
an adopted brother once?

It's nights like this
that I miss him the most.

His name was Francisco.

He was a Mexican.

Was a loyal friend
and good company.

Perhaps the deadliest man
with a six-gun I ever met.

- Sounds like a good man.

- What is that?

"A good man"?

- You're afraid someone
will mistake you

for the one thing
you fear the most.

- Being a coward?

- A real man.

One that bleeds when he's cut.

- "Doc Holliday"
seems to me is a man

with a mean disposition
and an unforgiving temper.

Francisco.

He knew me for who I really am.

- And who are you, Doc?

- A weakling that
couldn't whip a healthy

15 year old boy in a
go-as-you-please fist fight.

But everybody else
just wants to believe

the rumors and all
my self-promotion.

- Failure can be temporary.

But quitting?

Quitting lasts a lifetime.

The Doc Holliday I
know would never admit

to only being good at
gambling and gun fights.

You were born to be a deputy.

To protect people.

Failures are fingerposts
on the road to glory.

- Goodnight, Francisco.

(church bell ringing)

(dramatic western music)

- Morning.

- Morning.

If you're looking for the church

it's right down at
the end of the street.

We haven't begun services yet.

Feel free to go on down there.

Get a seat.

We'll begin shortly.

You a believer?

- Believer in what?

- The word of God.

- The Old Testament.

- Wrath and burden.

- I can relate more
to that than I can

grace and freedom
if I'm being frank.

- We meet the same God in
both parts of the Bible.

- Funny thing,

We travel this land.

Meeting people every
day, do we not?

- That's right.

- Some good, some bad.

People are like dogs.

You show them a slice of
meat and they'll dance.

Wag their tail.

But if you don't have
anything to offer them,

they won't even
acknowledge your arrival.

What about you, preacher man?

If I was a dog, what would
you have to offer me today?

- I don't follow you.

- Doc Holliday came
by here did he not?

Where was he going?

- Apache.

- And he was looking
for someone, was he not?

- The Bridle Brothers.

- Was Wyatt Earp with him?

Or was he alone?

- Alone.

- If you tell Holliday
I came through here

asking about the Bridle
Brothers, I'll find you.

Even if it's in your own
church, I will shoot you dead.

You have a good day, pastor.

(tense music)

- Hya!

Hya hya!

(guns firing)

(Jack screams)

- [Jack] Holliday.

- At your service.

Now why don't you be
a good man and tell me

where I can find
the Bridle Brothers.

- I'm not telling you shit.

- Swearing and spitting.

Isn't that a sin?

Swearing near a man of God?

Now what's the punishment
for something like that?

I mean according
to the good book.

My memory seem to have escaped
me in all this here heat.

- That the wrath of God
will take out the evil.

- Hmm.

The Bridle Brothers.

Where are they?

- Apache.

About a three hour ride.

Across the river.

- Across the river you say?

- Yeah.

- Do they know why
I'm coming for them?

- Yeah.

- Well then.

You're gonna have to die.

- No no no please!

Please, please!

- Doc.

(Doc coughs)

- Saved by the pastor.

This must be your lucky day.

Now that I know where I'm
headed, I'm gonna get to going.

Go ahead and have him
locked up until I return.

- I will.

- And if he tries anything.

Anything at all.

You shoot them.

You understand?

- I will tend to my flock.

- How does it feel?

Just like the old days, hmm?

Shall we celebrate?

Willingham.

'Til next time, good sir.

(western rock music)

- Damn it.

- What's wrong?

- Sumbitch is jammed again.

- Let me see it.

- I got it.

- You sure?

- I said I got it!

- Okay.

Point it that way.

(gun fires)

Okay.

(distant gunshot)

- That Sullivan?

- Better be.

He's running mighty late.

- [Jon] What the hell?

- What?

- That ain't Sullivan's horse.

- What do you mean it's
not Sullivan's horse?

- Look.

- Give him friendly
fire, will ya?

(gun fires)
(birds cawing)

- Ride!

(suspense music)

(guns firing)

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!

(Bridle Brothers
breathing heavy)

- You recognize him, brother?

- It must be that dentist fella.

The one Sullivan told us about.

- All right.

Come on.

- Hey!

- What?

- I ain't going into town.

- Well we're either
going into town

or we're in a dog
fight with that guy.

So what's it gonna
be, little brother?

Hey!

Hey!

Remember what I told
you about the war?

And the dead soldiers?

Remember that?

Yeah!

Yeah!

Come on!

Yeah!

Let's go!

(tense music)

(pigs squealing)

(Bridle Brothers
breathing heavy)

- What do we do?

- We flank him.

- I ain't gonna hang
for killing no deputy.

- You heard Solomon.

He's no deputy yet.

He's just a dentist.

You head into the flatland.

I'm gonna go back up this way.

You lure him that way.

Yeah?

- Got it.

- [Jeffrey] Okay.

Come on.

(tense music)

(guns firing)

(suspense music)

- Jeffrey.

Is that you?

Quit playing around.

Come out where I can see you.

(guns firing)

- Jon Bridle?

Why don't you go ahead
and put that pistol down.

- No chance, dentist!

- Dentist?

You have me mistaken.

I'm a United States deputy.

Here under the orders of
Wyatt Earp for the capture,

or the killing, of Jon
and Jeffrey Bridle.

- I ain't see no warrant!

- (mutters) Warrant.

Oh, here you are!

Said warrant in hand.

Are you happy now?

- I never meant to hurt no one.

My brother's the one that
got me into this mess.

It was his idea, not mine.

- Well that might all be true.

However, it's irrelevant
at this moment.

(Jon cocks gun)

Easy!

Easy.

Tell you what.

Why don't you just tell me
where he's hiding in these woods

and we'll just go have
a little talk with him.

- All right.

Then what?

- It's hard to say really.

I guess that all
depends on his demeanor.

- Changed my mind!

No deal, Doc!

- Well it is a free country.

Might I ask what
swayed your decision?

- You'll be dead in a matter
of minutes, that's why!

- Hmm.

Well that isn't the first
time I've heard those words.

- You should have
stayed a dentist!

- Maybe so.

But seeing as that ship
has already sailed.

I think I'll just be
content with being

the man who shot and
killed Jon Bridle.

(guns firing)

- Woo-hoo-hoo!

(Jeffrey laughs)

Whoa.

Enough games, dentist.

- I prefer to be called
Doc if you don't mind.

- Fair enough, Doc.

It's over.

- It's too easy.

- Hey, who cares?

Let me have this, all right?

- Well Carlene, you were
wrong about this one.

- Who the hell's Carlene?

- You must be Jeffrey.

- On your knees.

Come on.

- Wait.

He's got a warrant.

- Let's see it.

- See, I told you.

- Read it.

Out loud!

- I wish I could, but there
seems to be a problem.

- What problem?

You must take me for
some fool, Holliday.

- You, sir, are spot on.

- What are you doing?

Just shoot him already.

- Hey shut up!

Okay?

I'll kill the man the way
I want to kill the man!

Besides, I heard what you
said behind that tree.

Saying it was all my idea?

- [Jon] It was all your idea.

- You were the one that
killed the girl at the wagon!

- You made me do that!

- [Jeffrey] Hey, don't
you put this all on me!

- [Jon] It is on you!

- Excuse me.

Seeing that I could be
staring down the barrel

of my own demise, perhaps you
could answer me one question.

- What's that?

- Have you seen Francisco?

- Who in the hell is Francisco?

- Why he's the man
standing behind you.

- Okay.

(Jeffrey and Jon laugh)

- Oh, I was wrong.

That there is Wyatt Earp.

(gun firing)

You're late.

- You're welcome.

- I had the Bridle Brothers
exactly where I wanted them.

- And where's that?

- Well you'll never know.

You spoiled my fun
a moment too soon.

- Come on.

We need to get you to a doc.

Let's go.

- Morning, Deputy.

- Why Mr. Earp.

- How are those
stitches holding up?

- Well I'm still
keeping my insides

precisely where they need to be.

- I'm riding for Arizona.

Sure would be nice
if you came with me.

- To Las Vegas?

- Eventually.

Whole lot of ground
between here and there.

A lot of mischief to get into.

- What is there
for a man like me

in a place like Las Vegas?

- Booze, card games, women.

Not to mention the $1,000
you are still owed.

I assume you'll make
good use of that.

- Now why'd you
want to be friends

with a man like me, Earp?

- Because you're Doc Holliday.

What other reason is there?

You wear that with pride.

You earned it.

Never forget that.

Oh, my brother's
excited to meet you.

- And why is that?

- He got a wisdom
tooth needs pulled.

I told him hell, Doc Holliday's
the best dentist I know.

(Doc chuckles)

- Say, whatever happened
to that Rudabaugh

character you were chasing down?

- We caught up with
him in Dodge City.

There was a gun fight.

Lasted about 30 seconds.

- I take it he's
pushing up daisies now?

- Indeed.

- Who is your next caller?

- "Curly" Bill Brocius.

Some cowboy wanted for killing
a couple of his own men.

- Sounds fun.

- Indeed.

Room for one more.

(coin clinking)

For the paper, Doc.

- [Carlene] So what's it
gonna be, Doc Holliday?

- Goodbye, Carlene.

(dramatic acoustic music)

- Las Vegas, hmm?

Why the hell not?

(music crescendo)

(suspense music)