Tombstone Page #12

swear me in.

Those Cowboys been telling everybody

in town they're gonna clean you out.

They're back there in that lot

behind the O.K. Corral.

- Thank you, Mayor.

- What're you doin' out of bed, Doc?

What in the hell's goin' on?

Five people come up to my room...

tellin' me the Clantons and McLaurys

are gunnin' for us.

- We goin' down there or not?

What are we gonna do?

- Wait 'til the liquor wears off.

Soon as they start gettin' headaches,

they'll lose interest.

Lose interest, hell.

They're threatenin' our lives.

- You'll never make that stick.

- They're carryin' guns, Wyatt.

Christ's sake, Virg,

that's a misdemeanor.

You go arrest them, something

goes wrong, maybe somebody

really gets his head broken.

You'll have Cowboys

comin' around lookin' for

trouble from here to Christmas.

- You want to risk all that

over a misdemeanor?

- Damn right I'll risk it.

They're breakin' the law.

It's not your problem, Doc.

You don't have to mix up in this.

That is a hell of a thing

for you to say to me.

All right, Virg.

Your call.

Give Doc the shotgun.

They'll be less apt

to get nerv-i-ous...

if he's on

the street howitzer.

Hey! Bang bang

bang bang bang!

Go on! Get home!

Goddamn kid.

How the hell did we

get ourselves into this?

You don't have to worry about a thing.

I just disarmed them.

You did?

Come on, boys.

Gentlemen, I'm not

gonna allow any trouble.

We're here to disarm you.

Throw up your hands.

Hold it!

That's not what I want!

Oh, my God.

Billy! Billy!

Stop! No! No!

Don't shoot!

I got no gun!

- Please don't shoot me!

I got no gun!

- This fight's commenced!

Get to fightin' or get away!

- Unh!

- Shut the door!

Aah!

Give me your goddamned gun!

Damn it!

Billy! Billy!

Doc, behind us!

I got you now,

you son-of-a-b*tch.

You're a daisy if you do.

Morgan, hold quiet now.

Here you go.

Easy. Easy, man.

- I got you. All right.

- All right!

All of you

are under arrest.

I don't think I'll let you

arrest us today, Behan.

Virg!

- Virgil!

Well, I guess we did

our good deed for today, Mayor.

You were right.

It's nothin' like I thought.

- I almost wish that...

- I know, Morgan.

I know. Me too.

Outta the way!

Yee-haw!

Gettin' warmer.

Guess spring's comin'.

- Hello, Billy. I say hello.

- It's deputy! And I don't

want to talk to you!

Those men you killed

were my friends.

I'm just a nothin'. But if

I wasn't, I'd fight you right now,

so I don't

want to talk to you.

All they ever did

was laugh at him.

Sister boy should've

stuck around.

- What do you want, Ringo?

- I want your blood.

And I want your souls.

And I want 'em both right now.

- I don't want any more trouble.

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