Young Guns Page #4

the yoke on you, John. Of course, they want me out,

too. They figure with me gone, no lawyer would be

crazy enough to represent you.

TUNSTALL:

You've heard of English tenacity, haven't you? A

toast to uh...enough grit to finish the last realm!

Besides... if we gave in and left... who'd look

after my boys?

CHARLEY:

Uh, medicine...

LADIES:

Oh...?

CHARLEY:

Yes, I should receive my degree from St. Michael's

in July...and then I should be practicing here in

Lincoln until my missionary to in the islands.

GIRLS:

How nice.

DOC:

Howdy... My name's Doc...

MURPHY:

What...what can I do for you young man?

DOC:

Well sir, if you're an acquaintance of the young

miss... I was wondering if I could intrigue the

young lady to a dance?

MURPHY:

Why, certainly.

DOC:

Thank you. What's your name?

YEN SUN:

Yen Sun.

DOC:

That's beautiful. You're a friend of Mr. Murphy's?

YEN SUN:

He is my guardian.

DOC:

How?

PAT:

Hello there...

BILLY:

Hello back... William Bonney, sir.

PAT:

Pat Garret... pleasure. Excuse us, friend. We have a

request for the band.

BILLY:

Pat Garret. She'll love that I get to be as big as

him. No... bigger!

DOC:

So shows the snowy dove trooping with crows... As

yonder lady order her fellow's chose...

YEN SUN:

Pardon me?

DOC:

Uh... That's poem. I'm a poet. I wrote it.

MURPHY:

I'm sorry young man... but we must be getting along.

DOC:

We're getting along famously, thank you very much.

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