Tombstone Page #2
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- Year:
- 1993
- 130 min
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I just don't think
I could bear it.
There. Now we can
be friends again.
- Touch that gun,
I'll burn you down.
I calculate that's
the end of this town.
I had a boy at the hotel pack us up.
The horse is outside.
So that's why you're
not wearin' a bustle.
My sweet, soft
Hungarian devil.
Well!
Good evenin', then.
Let's not bother
about the luggage.
Hyah!
Hey, Morg,
pretty big, isn't it?
Oh-ho, brother, you can smell
the silver in this town.
- Easy.
- Look at these girls over here.
- Hi!
- Hello, girls!
Hot damn, this burg's jumpin'!
Here we go, ladies.
- Isn't that sweet?
- You can say that.
- Sheriff.
Newcomers, eh?
The name's John Behan,
Cochise County Sheriff.
- Just in town?
- Just this minute.
- I'm Wyatt Earp, and these are
my brothers, Virgil and Morgan.
Gave all that up, Sheriff.
Goin' into business.
- Don't even carry a gun anymore.
- Going into business, huh?
Well then, I'm the man to see.
Besides sheriff,
I'm also tax collector,
Captain of the Fire Brigade and Chairman
of the Nonpartisan Anti-Chinese League.
- Ma'am.
- How do you do?
Yeah, a man of many parts.
- Say, you folks got
a place to stay yet?
- No.
- Like I said, we just got here.
- Well, I also sit on
the town lot commission.
Really?
As a matter of fact, we got three
lovely cottages coming up for rent.
I'll throw in a good cleaning,
no charge.
Believe me, Mr. Earp,
you're not gonna find a better deal
within town limits.
I don't know,
sounds pretty good.
- Well, I'll have my man show 'em to ya.
- Thank you.
Hey, Wyatt,
get on over here.
I want you to meet Fred White.
He's the town marshall.
- My pleasure.
- I already met the county sheriff.
- Who, Behan?
He ain't no law. The only real law
around here is the Cowboys.
Cowboys? I had a run-in
with a couple of them up in Prescott.
Nobody does nothin' without 'em.
I mean, they're it.
There are three of 'em
right over there.
You can always spot a Cowboy.
They always wear those red sashes.
- The main fact is the Cowboys
are good for business.
- 'Bout all these saloons?
Oh, that's the real mother lode
here in Tombstone.
All up and down
Allen Street here.
Twenty-four hours a day,
you got liquor, hostesses, gamblin';
makin' money
hand-over-fist.
All except 'the Oriental.'
That's a regular slaughterhouse.
Even the high rollers
won't go near it.
That's too bad too.
It's a nice place.
Hell of a waste.
- Wyatt?
- There he goes.
- Yeah.
OI' Wyatt.
All right, fella,
I'll brace ya now for a little lesson.
Put your money on the board.
Five dollars on that six of spades.
Like that.
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