Wyatt Earp Page #4

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It's typhoid.

I'm going to have to quarantine the house.

I can't let you go in, Esther.

It wouldn't be fair to the town.

...our blessed Savior, who is himself

the resurrection and the life...

has assured us that this body,

which we now commit to the ground...

dust to dust and ashes to ashes,

shall be raised in a perfect form...

and united to the spirit

which has gone to God.

The grace of the Lord Jesus Christ...

and the love of God,

and the communion of the Holy Ghost....

What's the matter with you?

What the hell? Come on. Back off.

This ain't no hotel, you stinking bum.

I can't tell you from the horse crap.

Keep walking.

Pardon me, sir.

I wonder if you could spare a fella

the price of a meal.

You're drunk.

-No, sir, not at present.

-You reek of it and worse.

I'm not in the business of helping drunks.

You're correct, mister.

I have done my share of drinking lately,

and I intend to correct my behavior.

And it would be a good....

It would be a good start

if you could lend me the price of a meal.

There's no excuse for drunkenness.

Or for the self-pity

which so often occasions it.

Yes, sir.

If you really want a meal,

come with me, and I'll arrange it.

But I won't give you money.

Thank you, sir. I accept.

I don't know if they'll serve you here.

Maybe they'll give you a meal in the back.

Wait!

You don't know what you're talking about!

-You want a snort?

-No.

-Bob?

-Coming.

-Here. You can have the hat, too!

-Son of a b*tch!

That's a little better.

Leastwise, I can take you in my bed

without you fouling it.

-I'm sure you have your standards.

-Don't think I don't.

-Pretty new at this, ain't you?

-What?

Making a wreck of yourself.

Won't last much longer.

Gonna reform, are you, ace?

Reckon I'll get myself shot dead

pretty soon.

Let's find out what's left of you.

All right.

Pa?

Horse thief.

-How did you find--

-Shut up! Do you want to die?

That's what they do to horse thieves.

They hang them.

I don't care--

Do you think you're the first man

to lose someone?

That's what life is all about: loss.

But we don't use it as an excuse

to destroy ourselves.

We go on. All of us.

Even you, Wyatt.

You're getting out of here.

I gave them $500 bail.

And I told them

I'd defend you at your trial.

There's not gonna be any trial.

Because if they try you, they'll hang you.

And if they catch you, they'll hang you.

So you get on that horse, Wyatt,

and you ride.

You keep riding

till you get out of Arkansas.

And you don't come back here, ever.

Ed.

This could be the one.

I got it.

-How about some hot coffee?

-We serve warm whiskey, not hot coffee.

Why don't you find me some coffee?

-Coffee she is.

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