Hour of the Gun Page #3

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They ignored me.

And what did you do then?

I watched them.

I saw Billy Clanton and Frank McLowery

raise their hands above their heads...

and Tom McLowery threw back his coat

and lapel to show that he was unarmed!

And that's when the Earps

and Holliday opened fire!

- You swear this under oath?

- I do!

That they fired on the deceased

with their coats open

and their hands raised in the air!

That's all, Your Honor.

So we see that the prosecution has

introduced a substantial body of evidence

pointing to the guilt

of the defendants.

And much of this stands unrefuted

by the defense.

But in the last analysis,

the prosecution's case

turns on two points.

Whether in fact

the shooting was a crime,

and whether there was a motive.

As to the first point,

both the coroner's report and the

independent medical testimony indicate

that William Clanton's wrist

was penetrated from the outside

and that the bullet lodged

in his abdomen.

That is not the wound received

by a man with his hands in the air.

Tom McLowery's wounds were not

the sort that could be received

with his hands

on his lapels like that,

but rather with his hands

around a Winchester carbine

which he had recently extracted

from his horse's saddle holster.

The testimony of Sheriff Bryan

therefore stands refuted.

Therefore, since no crime

has been established...

or even a motive for one...

I find that the defendants

were fully justified in their actions,

and that these homicides occurred

in the discharge of their official duties.

The case of the prosecution

is therefore dismissed.

Court is adjourned.

Everybody rise.

Well, shooting from the front side

didn't work.

Next time, he'll try it from the back.

We'll get Clanton at the election.

Thanks, Horace.

See you at the polls.

Good night.

Harry... take this over to Doc

before you check out, will ya?

Okay.

- Good night, Marshal.

- Good night, Harry.

Hit me.

How much the baby weigh?

Too much.

Don't distract me.

Hit me again.

- Charley, I don't think that...

- Just give me the card, will ya?

If the population keeps growing

and you keep stopping in here

every time you deliver a baby,

you're gonna go broke.

I can't understand

why I never win.

You don't play very well.

Besides that, you never cheat.

Cheat?

Do you?

No, I'm too good.

I don't have to.

Well, if you weren't that good?

I'd cheat.

Well, I'll be damned.

I don't think

the correct word is "cheat," Charley.

What is that word? Just how much

is a player supposed to lose?

Well, now...

the house rules fix the percentage.

The regulars know the odds.

Doc's just trying to keep you

from giving us your money.

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