Gunfight at the O.K. Corral Page #3

If Bailey don't get you, the marshal will.

You'd be smart to get out while you can.

You act as if you want to get killed.

Maybe I do.

Holliday, let's check your gun.

Evening, Harry. Usual.

Yes, sir.

I understand there's a gentleman

in from Fort Worth to see me.

This gentleman should have

taught his brother better

than to deal with a marked deck.

Well, if you happen

to see this gentleman,

tell him I'll be waiting for him

at Boot Hill.

He'll have only one direction

to travel from there,

down.

Come to think of it,

he's no gentleman at all.

He's a son of a yellow-bellied sow!

All right, Doc, let's go.

Right on cue.

What's the charge?

- We'll think of one.

- I'm sure you will.

Thanks, Harry.

All right, get him out of here.

It's all over, folks. Break it up.

Come on, step up to the bar.

Free drinks on the house!

Come on,

give me some beer, bartender.

It's always a mess after a killing.

Looks like Doc spoiled everybody's fun.

He's crazy, but he's got nerve though,

plenty of nerve.

Shanssey! Mr Earp!

What are you gonna do about this?

You saw what happened.

They had no right to take Doc off.

They're gonna do something to him.

I know it.

Kate Fisher, friend of Doc's.

He's gonna be framed. You saw it.

Bailey pulled a gun on him.

Wait a minute, Miss Fisher.

Take it easy.

Why don't you just relax

and let the law handle this?

There ain't no law in this town.

I never saw a man beg more

to get his brains blown out.

Please, you gotta help him.

- Doc Holliday is none of my business.

- Please, mister.

I don't want any part of him.

I don't even like him.

I'm sorry. Good night.

Kate, I can have a pair of saddle horses

put 'round back of the hotel.

That's as much as I can do.

With the feeling against Doc,

I wouldn't stay in business 10 minutes

if they knew I'd helped him.

Ten, please.

- Wilson live here?

- Why, no, sir.

They're just holding Doc Holliday

upstairs in his room.

Oh.

- Mr Earp?

- Look, Miss Fisher,

I told you this is none of my business.

I don't care

what you think of me and Doc.

There's a lynch mob starting

across the street.

That's your business, ain't it?

Don't make no difference

whether Doc is right or wrong.

He don't deserve to be hung

by a pack of animals!

You're getting out of here.

Since when have you taken

to rescuing gamblers in distress?

Don't take it personal, Doc.

I just don't like lynchings.

- What are we waiting for?

- Not yet.

I'd say now is a very good time.

Hey, George's barn!

Get the buckets!

That's it.

Get going down the back stairs.

Much obliged, Marshal.

I'll see you in Dodge City

and thank you properly.

You can thank me properly

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