Gunfight at the O.K. Corral

- Hello, Ed.

- Where's Doc Holliday?

Over at the hotel, more than likely.

He's been expecting you...

- Get word over there I'm waiting for him.

- No need to do that, Ed.

The whole town knows

you're waiting for him by now.

Before there's another killing...

You just go on serving

your watered-down liquor

and keep out of my business, Shanssey.

Your brother came in here

stinking drunk, spoiling for a fight.

- He drew a gun on Holliday.

- Whiskey, over there.

Have it your way, Ed. Check your guns

if you want to stay here.

Leave the bottle.

You don't stand a chance, Doc.

Bailey brought two men with him.

Oh, come on, honey, let's cut

out of here while there's still time.

The whole town, including that

no-good marshal, is laying for you.

Right or wrong, they're gonna hang you

for another killing. You know it.

Doc.

Oh, you ain't even listening to me.

Now, Kate, Mr Bailey came

all the way from Fort Worth

- to see me on a gentleman's matter.

- Gentleman!

It wouldn't be hospitable for me

to leave town now, would it?

Oh, don't start

that gentleman business with me again.

I mean, it's a pure case of ethics, but...

Well, that's something a person like you

wouldn't understand.

Why do you always have to treat me

like I'm dirt?

You ain't no better than me!

- That's debatable.

- Oh, is it?

You and that magnolia dripping!

Let me tell you something, Doc Holliday.

All them fancy clothes and that smart

talk don't make you no gentleman.

You are dirt, just like me.

And I'm tired of hearing about

that Georgia plantation

and all them lily-white friends of yours!

They're all gone now! They're all gone!

Yes, they are. Here I am with you.

Your family scraped the barrel

after the war wiped them out

just to send you through dental school.

You sure turned out fine.

They'd be real proud of you.

Don't you ever mention my family again.

Please!

Doc, please!

Forget about Bailey. Let's get out

of here while there's still time.

Maybe we could even go to Laredo

like you said,

and do something about that cough

of yours. It's getting worse all the time.

Your concern over my health

touches me deeply.

- You know how I feel about you.

- I know exactly how you feel.

I don't know...

I don't know what I'd do

if anything happened to you.

You'd lose your meal ticket,

wouldn't you?

That ain't nice to say to me, Doc.

I've been good to you, ain't I?

Why don't you think about me

once in a while?

All right, get over to Shanssey's

and tell him I'll be there later.

- Oh, please don't go there.

- Do as I tell you.

I need some money.

Hello, Wyatt.

Cotton Wilson.

Been a long time.

Man, I'm plain wore out.

Hope you got some good news for me.

Ike Clanton rode through here

three days ago, heading east.

Waco, I think.

Johnny Ringo was with him.

Rode through heading east?

You didn't get my telegram.

I got it.

Well, why didn't you hold him?

I had no quarrel with Ike Clanton,

nothing to hold him for.

Nothing to hold him for?

Why, man,

he's got a dozen charges against him.

I played this whole thing

so he'd be forced into Griffin.

I figured if there was one man in Texas

who could stop him, you'd be the man.

Now don't go getting

your blood heated up, Wyatt.

Cotton, it's Wyatt Earp you're talking to.

Ten years ago I watched you walk

single-handed into a saloon

in Oklahoma City and knock out

three of the fastest guns in the territory.

Ten years is a long time ago.

Getting old, I guess.

Anybody ever told me

that Cotton Wilson had gone yellow,

I'd have called him a liar.

You've got no right

to say that to me, Wyatt.

I've bucked heads

with the toughest gangs on the frontier.

Then why didn't you stop Ringo

and Clanton? Well, why didn't you?

If you can't handle it anymore,

turn in your badge!

Turn in my badge.

I've been a lawman for 25 years,

worked every hellhole in the territory.

You know what I got to show for it?

A $12-a-month room in the back of

a cruddy boarding house and a tin star.

Think I like winding up

in a place like this?

It's the end of the line for me, Wyatt.

It'll happen to you some day,

just like it happens to all of us.

- And where is that yellow-livered skunk?

- Slow down, Ed.

Holliday's only trying to rile you.

- What do you figure's keeping Holliday?

- Doc's gonna make him dangle a little.

Wyatt Earp! Why you old son of a gun!

Why didn't you let us know

you was riding into town?

- Good to see you, John.

- Hi, Marshal.

Come on, sit down.

Cigar?

I'll be a son of a gun.

You've sure come a long way

since the railroading days

in Cheyenne.

Ellsworth, Wichita and now Dodge City.

Funny, I never figured you for a lawman.

You was always pretty reckless

and wild.

I never figured myself

for a lawman, either.

- Fix a nice steak for Mr Earp.

- Yes, sir.

My personal stock.

- How are the brothers?

- Fine.

- Virgil and Morgan are married.

- Virgil and Morgan married?

What do you know.

- John, I need some help.

- Anything I can do for you.

Ike Clanton and Johnny Ringo rode

through here three days ago.

They got a dozen counts against them.

I telegraphed Cotton to hold them,

but he crossed me up.

- Cotton's skidded a long way.

- Do you know anything?

I wish I did, but...

Wait a minute, wait a minute.

Doc Holliday played poker with him.

Maybe he heard something.

Bartender! Bartender!

Let's have some decent whiskey

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