The Outlaw

Doc Holiday just got off

the stagecoach.

- Want me and the boys to come along?

- Why do you ask that?

Well, I certainly wouldn't want to

fool around with him alone.

I don't blame ya, but I'm not gonna

make any trouble for Doc Holiday.

He's my best friend.

As long as I'm sheriff around here

the place is his.

Hi. Where's Doc Holiday?

In here, Pat.

Hi, Pat.

Gosh, I'm glad to see you.

Doc, how are you?

You're looking plenty sassy.

You wintered kind of fat,

didn't you?

- What are you doing over this way?

- I wanted to have a talk with you.

The other is, have you seen anything

of a little strawberry roan?

- Somebody steal your horse?

- Yeah.

Cutest little fellow you ever saw.

Mean as mean, but I'd dote on him

like he was pure rock candy.

- What are you laughing at?

- Joke's on whoever done it.

First time I ever felt sorry

for a horse thief.

- Did you hear he was headed this way?

- Yeah.

Put that on the table in there.

What are you gonna have?

I started with rye.

I don't see no cause to change.

- Where you been keeping yourself?

- Mostly across the border.

That's what I want to see you about.

I need a little money and I thought

you might want to come in with me.

- What's the matter?

- I'll let you have the money...

but if the deal is like that last one

of yours, better not tell me about it.

Why not?

- Where'd you get that thing?

- They stuck it on me little while ago.

You're the last man I ever thought

would be so easily satisfied.

Man's gotta settle down sometime.

Mike, did you see anything

of a strange strawberry roan?

About 13 hands high

and as cute as bug's ear.

Seems to me I did see one

about that size.

- When I came on duty.

- Where?

- Up in front of the dentist place.

- Where's that?

I'll show you.

I'm only gonna tell you once more.

You put that glass...

on top of your head.

But what are you gonna do then?

Just put it up on your head.

I'll show you.

Best thing in the world

for that dandruff of yours.

Wait a minute, Doc.

Hello, Fred.

Hello, Pat.

You're still using that one, huh?

My old standby.

Never has failed yet.

How many fingers do you see, Fred?

I guess I better take Fred to the jail

and let him sober up there.

You go ahead. The dentist's place

is up the street near the corner.

I'll be along in a minute.

Well, Red, how ya feelin'?

Hello.

- Nice little horse you got here.

- I think so.

- Where'd you get him?

- Bought him in Santa Fe Springs. Why?

Somebody stole him from me

in Sacora.

If it wasn't for those two guns,

I'd say you was hiding in pretty young.

- You think it was me?

- You haven't told me any different.

I ain't going to.

My name's Holiday.

Doc Holiday?

- I've heard of you.

- Thanks.

I don't want to

take advantage of you.

Thanks. I thought it'd be

the other way around.

What's your name, son?

Bonny. William Bonny.

- Billy the Kid, huh?

- Still think I stole your horse?

- How much did you pay for him?

- Wouldn't do any good if I told you.

- Why not?

- I like the horse and got used to him.

- So have I.

- I don't blame you.

- Just like sitting in a rocking chair.

- Now look...

- Hear you're pretty good.

- That's what I hear about you.

All right. You mind standing away

from the front of that horse?

Pretty sure of yourself,

aren't you?

No sense in going to

all this trouble for nothing.

That's right.

Hello, Doc.

Had any luck?

- Yes and no.

- It's your horse, ain't it?

It was.

You're a cool one.

Better get you over to the hoosegow

before this gets around.

Come along. Thanks, Doc,

for being so forbearing.

All right.

See why I left off?

He's just a kid.

I told you to come along.

Didn't you hear what I said?

I heard you.

You're not doing any better

than I did.

Wait a minute. I'd like to make you

acquainted with this young man.

Billy, this is an old friend

of mine, Pat Garrett.

Pat, this is Mr. William Bonny.

I've been wanting to meet you

for a long time.

How are you, Billy?

How many fingers do you see?

You ought to use that

only on friends.

While you two are talking I better

put my horse away. Back up, boy.

- Why you...

- Hold it. Don't fly off the handle.

Nice little horse, ain't he, Doc?

- Remember me?

- Where's Mr. Garrett?

I sent him home. How 'bout you and me

having a little talk?

I don't believe in talk, unless

the other fella holds all the cards.

Sonny, that head of yours

sure is screwed on tight.

If it wasn't, somebody would have

knocked it off long ago.

I guess that's right. How did you know

Pat was gonna hit you out there?

Well, it's the first time a sheriff

ever wanted to shake hands with me.

- He heard you say "shake hands. "

- Huh?

How do you do, Mr. Horse?

I'm pleased to meet you.

I'll swear, I didn't know

he could do tricks.

What else can he do?

You back up there and I'll make him take

those gloves right out of your belt.

Over that way a little.

Now back a little farther.

That's far enough, kid.

Put your hands up.

All right, Doc.

- This is new for you, ain't it?

- What?

Bein' arrested for horse stealin'.

Doc, you know I didn't steal that horse

any more than you did.

Billy, many a true word

is spoken in jest.

This is something new

for you too, isn't it, Doc?

Yeah, what's that?

The Great Doc Holiday

getting someone else to help him.

And a policeman at that.

I can hardly believe it.

And after the way I've heard

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