Tombstone Page #13

- Well, ya got trouble!

And it starts with you.

I'm not gonna

fight you, Ringo.

There's no money in it.

Sober up.

Come on, boys.

You wretched slugs.

Don't any of ya have the guts

to play for blood?

I'm your huckleberry.

That's just my game.

All right, lunger.

You go to hell.

- I'll put you out of your misery.

- Say when.

- Johnny, don't!

- No, Johnny! Whoa, whoa,

whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Get off!

- Easy now! It ain't nothin'.

- Get off!

- Don't mind him!

He's just drunk,

that's all.

Cool down, Johnny!

No! No!

I want them spittin' blood!

- Easy, son, easy!

Now ain't the time!

- Slow down, Ringo.

I tell ya, boys, even I'm wary

of what's gonna happen

once Ringo runs this outfit.

God have mercy!

Juanito, their time will come.

- Gentlemen.

- You can pull it, boy!

- Let's go get sauced!

- Barber.

- Yes, sir?

Proceed, sir.

Listen to me.

I need to speak with you.

Not now. I'm busy.

I see what's going on

between you and Wyatt.

I'm not a fool.

And listen to me.

Lots of so-called hard cases and

tough nuts come and go around this town,

but none of them has a clue

about the real play... none of them.

Now after tonight, there'll be one man

in charge of Tombstone.

You'll be happy to know him.

Bet on it.

Gonna be one of those nights.

It's gettin' late, boys.

I'm gonna go to bed.

- Good night, Virg.

- Good night, Morg.

Bundle up, Virg.

It's gettin' cold out there.

Yeah.

Tower of Babel.

Death and the Devil.

- Oh, dear.

- Oh, Allie. I wish you'd learn

to play a real card game.

- More tea, Mattie?

- Mm-mmm. No, no.

- Are you all right, Mattie?

- Yes.

- Are you expecting someone?

- Only Virg.

Please. I know it's awful

to come here, but listen.

I think something's

gonna happen tonight.

It's Virg.

- No! Get down!

That thunder's

sure gettin' close.

Virgil. What'd ya forget?

Wyatt.

Will you hurry

with that water, please?

Come on, Lou.

Wyatt! Wyatt!

They hit Claude's house too,

shot up his wife.

His wife!

Whoever heard of that?

They're bugs, Wyatt. All that

smart talk about live and let live.

There ain't no live

and let live with bugs.

All right, you listen to me now.

We gotta get out of here.

Get out of here?

Listen to yourself, Wyatt.

Lie down and crawl or you might

get hurt? What kind of talk is that?

- Do you see what's happening here?

- What?

What do you mean?

What are you saying?

No. Please, no.

I'm afraid your husband's

going to lose the use of his arm.

Oh, God, no.

Don't worry, Allie girl.

I still got one good arm

to hold you with.

Goddamn...

- Goddamn sons-of-b*tches!

- Morgan, wait a minute! Virg...

- You had to be so damned smart.

- I'm sorry, Allie.

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