Tombstone Page #3

I'm not gonna tell you again.

Get that cigar outta my face.

Howdy, stranger.

What can I get ya?

I wouldn't mind

one of those cigars.

I'm about ready to go home.

I wish y'all would stop yakkin'...

- and just play cards.

- Thank you.

Kinda nice in here.

You run it?

Milt Joyce:
Owner, operator.

- Wyatt Earp.

- Yeah, sure.

I said lay off the queen,

you jackass!

I swear I'm gonna

slap somebody now.

Excuse me for askin', Milt,

but... kinda dead in here, isn't it?

- You don't listen too good, do ya?

- See that bird at the faro table?

You back that queen again,

you son-of-a-b*tch,

I'll blow you right up

that wildcat's ass!

Do you hear me, huh?

He comes bargin' in here one day,

slappin' the customers,

wavin' his gun around.

He chased out all

the high-class play.

The only trade that comes in

here now is the bummers and

the drovers; just the dregs.

Why don't you get rid of him,

get yourself a straight dealer?

Sure, stranger,

that's easy for you to say.

Sh*t!

Goddammit, Junior, how many times

am I going to tell you...

to keep that damn cigar

outta my face? Huh?

Christ almighty, it's like I'm

sittin' here playing cards with

my brother's kids or somethin',

you nerve-wracking

sons-of-b*tches.

Is somethin' on your mind?

Just want to let you know

you're sittin' in my chair.

Is that a fact?

Yeah, it's a fact.

For a man that don't go heeled, you run

your mouth kinda reckless, don't ya?

No need to go heeled to get

the bulge on a tub like you.

- Is that a fact?

- Mm-hmm.

That's a fact.

Well, I'm real scared.

Damn right, you're scared.

I can see that in your eyes.

- All right now!

- Go ahead.

Go ahead, skin it! Skin that

smoke wagon and see what happens.

Listen, mister,

l-I'm gettin' awful tired of your...

I'm gettin' tired of your gas.

Now jerk that pistol and go to work.

- I said throw down, boy.

You gonna do somethin',

or just stand there and bleed?

No?

I didn't think so.

Here, Milt, a keepsake.

Hang it over the bar.

All right, youngster, out you go.

Don't come back!

Ever!

Well, what do you say, Milt?

Twenty-five percent

of the house take sound about right?

Hyah!

Well, we're off and runnin'.

Just acquired us a quarter interest

in a game at 'the Oriental.'

- Acquired?

- So to speak.

Now all we gotta do is keep our

eyes on that brass ring, fellas.

You're the one, Wyatt.

Why, Johnny Tyler!

- You madcap!

- Doc?

Where you goin'

with that shotgun?

I didn't know you

was back in town.

Well, well.

How the hell are you?

Wyatt, I am rolling.

Morgan.

- Doc.

- Virgil.

'Lo, Doc.

Wyatt Earp?

Going into business

for ourselves, Doc.

- Wyatt just got us a faro game.

- Oh.

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