My Darling Clementine Page #4

Leave him alone.

Please go on, Mr. Thorndyke.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Must give us pause.

There's the respect that makes

calamity of so long life...

for who would bear the whips

and scorns of time...

the law's delay...

the insolence of office...

and the spurns that patient

merit of the unworthy take...

when he himself might his quietus

make with a bare bodkin?

Who would fardels bear, to grunt

and sweat under a weary life...

Life...

Please help me, sir.

But that the dread of

something after death...

Would you carry on? I'm afraid...

It's been so long.

The undiscovered country...

from whose bourn no

traveler returns...

puzzles the will...

and makes us rather bear

those ills we have...

than fly to others

that we know not of?

Thus conscience does make

cowards of us all...

They're waiting for you at

the theater, Mr. Thorndyke.

Thank you, sir.

Shakespeare was not meant for

taverns, nor for tavern louts.

Yo rick stays here.

My apologies, marshal. Ike and

Phin have had a little whiskey.

I figured they're

just having some fun.

Come on, Mr. Thorndyke,

I'll take you to the theater.

Stop!

Stop, Pa! Stop!

- When you pull a gun, kill a man.

- Yes, Pa.

Whoa! Whoa!

Tombstone, folks.

All out for breakfast.

How's that, Bill? How's that?

Go on. Get up there. Go on. Get up.

- How're you this morning, Earp?

- Fine.

How are things in

Deadwood, Mr. Gambler?

All right, I guess.

- Brother with you?

- No.

Get yourself some flapjacks. The

stage is leaving in 30 minutes.

See you're on it.

Thank you.

- I'll prepare a room for you.

- Thank you.

Can I help you, ma'am?

Dad's usually here to

take care of the...

- Is that your duffel up there?

- Yes.

Alice, give me a stack of buckwheat

cakes with plenty of molasses...

and a steak, rare. A couple hunks

of bacon if you got some...

and a big pot of coffee.

I'm looking for Dr. John Holliday.

- You mean Doc Holliday?

- Well, I imagine so.

Doc Holliday. Why, he rode out of town

about 3:
00 this morning, heading south.

I don't know when

he'll be back, ma'am.

He'll most likely

be back suppertime.

Maybe you'd like to have some

breakfast, freshen up a bit.

I would like some coffee.

- Have you got a room for Miss...

- Carter. Clementine Carter.

Thank you.

See if Josefina can't get a few buckets

of hot water so she can take a bath.

Yes, marshal.

That's Doc's room. You're

across the hall from him.

John's room?

Oh, that's John with a mustache.

He is a good surgeon, isn't he?

I wouldn't know, ma'am.

That's a nice picture of you.

All right, folks, all together now.

Tombstone is grateful to you

for a wonderful performance.

Mr. Mayor, I'm touched

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