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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.
Careful.
This is what I like.
Put a sack over his head.
- 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!
(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.
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!
Remember what I told you about the war?
And the dead soldiers?
Remember that?
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)