Dead Again in Tombstone Page #3

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I was bluffin' to keep him in line.

Now, go get his body.

He's dead, Colonel.

Nobody could take that much lead and survive.

Yeah. Well, I wanna see it for myself.

Now, go find his body.

That lyin' sack of sh*t!

Now we're gonna have to find out

who knows where the real box is.

I've seen you.

Easy. Hey. Take it easy, son. Take it easy.

Do you work for the Devil?

You always assume people are bad?

Aren't they?

No.

I'm a white hat kind of guy myself.

I'm Dr. Goldsworthy.

Are you a real doc...

Son of a b*tch.

This Guerrero has a... A daughter, you say?

Not bad to look at.

But not a high-class lady.

Not like the girls I employ here.

Would you like a viewing?

As is your custom, Madame Du Vere.

Alicia is her name.

Poor thing. She's rough around the edges.

And she knows nothing

about fashion or perfumes.

Or how to please a man.

She serves greasy plates over at Pinky's

Saloon to the unwashed trash.

My, you are a devil.

Which body type do you prefer?

Hourglass?

Heart-shaped?

Rotund?

Oh!

How about you?

- Me?

- Yes, you.

You prefer me to these younger girls?

Well, you're like the diamond

to their silver settings.

I'm top of the ticket, Mr. Boomer.

The hours, they go fast,

and don't come cheap.

Well, giddyap.

Shall we continue this discussion

in my chamber room?

Yes, ma'am.

Gabriella?

Give me some good news.

He's alive.

Are you sure?

Yeah. It was a long way off,

but I saw him through my binoculars.

A man drug him out of the river,

put him in a wagon.

Where'd he take him?

A house in town.

A nice bath. It will help.

Yeah.

Dr. Goldsworthy.

Didn't expect to see you here.

I've been following your life

for a very long time now, Guerrero.

You're a good man, despite yourself.

I've done a lot of things

I'm not too proud of.

No man's perfect.

I believe every man deserves a second chance.

I was born a sinner.

I'll probably die a sinner.

You're more than just a sinner.

You're a son,

a father.

You can find redemption.

Think the Lord would be hard-pressed

trying to forgive me.

Yet here you are.

So why not forgive yourself for your sins?

There's more at stake than you realize.

Stake? What's at stake?

Your soul, for one.

Your daughter.

Alicia.

She's the future.

Your legacy.

Where I go, Doc,

Devil follows me.

I don't see him here, do you?

You can choose a righteous path.

Now's your chance.

I pulled you from that river

for one reason, son.

To stop ridin' with the Devil

and get yourself right!

Thank you.

Thank you for your hospitality

this fine mornin'.

This coffee's on the house, Mr. Boomer.

And it's to go,

because you're not wanted here.

Is that so, Ms. Alicia de la Cruz?

It seems the apple don't fall

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