My Darling Clementine Page #5

by your tribute.

- Have my card.

- Thank you very much.

Sorry you're leaving.

Here's your bill.

The bill.

Thank you.

Great souls by instinct

to each other turn...

demand allegiance, and

in friendship burn.

Goodnight, sweet prince.

- Goodbye!

- Parting is such sweet sorrow.

- Would you like a glass of beer, ma'am?

- No, thank you.

I'm looking for Dr. John Holliday.

- Who?

- Dr. John Holliday.

Oh. Well, I'll see if I can

find him for you, ma'am.

Thank you.

- Go right in, ma'am.

- Thank you.

Gentlemen!

Hello, John.

Clem!

I'd like you to meet my friend.

Wyatt Earp, Miss Clementine Carter.

We've met. Good evening.

Howdy, ma'am. I'll

see you both later.

Let's eat.

What are you up to?

It's wonderful to see

you again, John.

You are pleased that I came?

- My coming has made you unhappy.

- It was ill-advised.

Any less ill-advised than

the way you left Boston?

- How'd you know I was here?

- I didn't.

Finding you hasn't been easy.

From cow camp to cow camp.

From one mining town to another.

If nothing more, you should be

flattered to have a girl chase you.

- Clem, you've got to get out of here.

- But I'm not.

This is no place for

your kind of person.

What kind of a person am I, John?

Please go back home, Clem.

Back where you belong.

Forget that...

- Does this happen to John frequently?

- Oui, mademoiselle, each time is worse.

You're ill, John.

- So that's the reason you left.

- That has nothing to do with it.

Foolish, foolish John. As if

that would have mattered.

I tell you, the condition of my

health has nothing to do with it.

I don't believe you, John.

Then I'll give you the truth.

The man you once knew is no more.

There's not a vestige

of him left. Nothing.

- I'll take you back to the hotel.

- Please, John.

You can't send me away like this.

You can't run away from me, any more

than you can run away from yourself.

Now I know why you don't care

whether you live or die.

Why you've tried to

get yourself killed.

I've heard all about you, John,

and you're wrong, so wrong.

You've got no right

to destroy yourself.

You have a world of friends back home

who love you, John. And I love you.

There's a stage leaving in

the morning for the East.

Take it.

If you don't, I'm moving on.

Very well, John. I'll go.

Dr. John Holliday!

From where I stand, that

tin badge you wear...

doesn't give you the right to stick

your nose in my personal affairs.

What's eating you, Doc?

Why didn't you tell me

Miss Carter was here?

She told you why. She

wanted to surprise you.

Give me a clean glass, Mac.

- Don't start drinking whiskey again.

- Give me a glass, Mac.

I'll pour it.

Doc.

That stuff'll kill you.

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