Tombstone

Doc Holliday:
In Vino Veritas.

Johnny Ringo:
Age Quod Agis.

Doc Holliday:
Credat Judaeus Apella, Non Ego. The Jew Apella may believe it, not I.

Johnny Ringo:
Eventus Stultorum Magister.

Doc Holliday:
In Pace Requiescat.

Wyatt Earp:
You die first, get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe, you understand me?

Wyatt Earp:
I spent my whole life not knowing what I want out of it, just chasing my tail. Now for the first time I know exactly what I want and who... that's the damnable misery of it.

Doc Holliday:
Why Kate, You're not wearing a bustle. How lewd.

Ike Clanton:
What is that Holiday? Twelve hands in a row? Ain't nobody that lucky.

Doc Holliday:
Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!

Doc Holliday:
What do you want Wyatt?

Wyatt Earp:
Just to live a normal life.

Doc Holliday:
There is no normal life, there's just life, ya live it.

Wyatt Earp:
I don't know how.

Doc Holliday:
Sure ya do, say goodbye to me, go grab that spirited actress and make her your own. Take that and don't look back. Live every second, live right on through the end. Live Wyatt, live for me. Wyatt, if you were ever truly my friend, or if ya ever had just the slightest of feelin' for me, leave now, leave now, please.

Wyatt Earp:
Thanks for always being there, Doc.

Doc Holliday:
It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds.

Johnny Ringo:
Isn't anyone here man enough to play for blood?

Doc Holliday:
I'm your huckleberry.

Johnny Ringo:
It's quoted in the bible, Revelations: Behold the pale horse. The man who sat on him was death, and Hell followed with him.

Wyatt Earp:
How are you?

Doc Holliday:
I'm dying, how are you?

Sherman McMasters:
Where is he?

Doc Holliday:
Down by the creek, walking on water.

Josephine:
I'm a woman, I like men. If that means I'm not lady-like, then I guess I'm just not a lady.

Wyatt Earp:
You're different. No arguin' that. But you're a lady. I'd take my oath on it.

Billy Clanton:
Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah", "Camptown Races". Stephen stinking Foster.

Doc Holliday:
Ah, yes. Well, this happens to be a nocturne.

Billy Clanton:
A which?

Doc Holliday:
You know, Frederic f***ing Chopin.

Morgan Earp:
Look at all the stars. You look up and you think, "God made all this and He remembered to make a little speck like me." It's kind of flattering, really.

Billy Clanton:
Why, it's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you can't hit nothin'. In fact, you're probably seeing double.

Doc Holliday:
I have two guns, one for each of ya.

Wyatt Earp:
From now on I see a red sash, I kill the man wearing it. So run you cur. And tell the other curs the law is coming. You tell 'em I'm coming! And Hell's coming with me you hear! Hell's coming with me!

Johnny Ringo:
I want your blood. And I want your soul. And I want them both right now!

Wyatt Earp:
Well, I'll be damned.

Doc Holliday:
You may indeed, if you get lucky.

Doc Holliday:
I have not yet begun to defile myself.

Doc Holliday:
It's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the antichrist.

Wyatt Earp:
What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? What makes him do the things he does?

Doc Holliday:
A man like Ringo has got a great big hole, right in the middle of himself. And he can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.

Wyatt Earp:
What does he want?

Doc Holliday:
Revenge.

Wyatt Earp:
For what?

Doc Holliday:
Bein' born.

Wyatt Earp:
You gonna do somethin'? Or are you just gonna stand there and bleed?

Doc Holliday:
You must be Ringo.

Doc Holliday:
Look, darlin', it's Johnny Ringo. Deadliest pistolier since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darlin', should I hate him?

Johnny Ringo:
My fight's not with you, Holliday.

Doc Holliday:
I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. "Play For Blood" - remember?

Johnny Ringo:
Oh that. I was just foolin' about.

Doc Holliday:
I wasn't.

Doc Holliday:
You know, Ed, if I thought you weren't my friend, I just don't think I could bear it.

Turkey Creek Jack Johnson:
Why do you do it?

Doc Holliday:
Wyatt Earp is my friend.

Turkey Creek Jack Johnson:
Friend? Hell, I got lots of friends.

Doc Holliday:
I don't.

Texas Jack:
You ever seen somethin' like that before?

Turkey Creek Jack Johnson:
Hell, I never even heard of something like that.

Wyatt Earp:
I did my duty, now I'd like to get on with my life. I'm going to Tombstone.

Crawley Dake:
Ah, I see. To strike it rich. Well, all right, that's fine. Tell you one thing, though... I never saw a rich man who didn't wind up with a guilty conscience.

Wyatt Earp:
already got a guilty conscience. Might as well have the money, too. Good day, now.

Virgil Earp:
What the Hell kinda town is this?

Morgan Earp:
Nice scenery.

Doc Holliday:
Well, an enchanted moment.

Josephine Marcus:
Interesting little scene. I wonder who that tall drink of water is.

Mr. Fabian:
My dear you've set your gaze upon the quintessential frontier type. Note the lean silhouette... eyes closed by the sun, though sharp as a hawk. He's got the look of both predator and prey.

Josephine Marcus:
I want one.

Mr. Fabian:
Happy hunting.

Morgan Earp:
Remember what I said about people seein' a bright light before they die? It ain't true. I can't see a damn thing.

Wyatt Earp:
Fight's Commenced! Get to fightin' or get away!

Curly Bill:
You know what I'd do? I'd take that deal 'n' crawfish, then drill that ol' Devil in the ass. What about you Johnny, what would you do?

Johnny Ringo:
I already did it.

Sheriff John Behan:
We're growing. Be as big as San Francisco in a few years, and just as sophisticated.

Doc Holliday:
Very cosmopolitan.

Wyatt Earp:
I just want you to know it's over between us.

Curly Bill:
Well... bye.

Johnny Ringo:
Smell that, Bill? Smells like someone died.

Wyatt Earp:
Skin that smoke wagon and see what happens!

Doc Holliday:
Forgive me if I don't shake hands.

Doc Holliday:
Oh. Johnny, I apologize; I forgot you were there. You may go now.

Doc Holliday:
I stand corrected, Wyatt. You're an oak.

Wyatt Earp:
You could have been busted up back there, or killed.

Josephine Marcus:
Fun, though, wasn't it?

Wyatt Earp:
You'd die for fun?

Josephine Marcus:
Wouldn't you?

Turkey Creek Jack Johnson:
Nobody move!

Doc Holliday:
Nonsense. By all means, move.

Doc Holliday:
Weave a circle round him thrice, / And close your eyes with holy dread, / For he on honey-dew hath fed, / And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Wyatt Earp:
Sheriff Behan, have you met Doc Holliday?

Doc Holliday:
Piss on you, Wyatt.

Doc Holliday:
Why Johnny Tyler! You madcap!

Johnny Tyler:
Doc?

Doc Holliday:
Where you goin' with that shotgun?

Kate:
I've been good to you, I've taken care of you. If you die, where does that leave me?

Doc Holliday:
Without a meal ticket I suppose.

Kate:
You bastard!

Doc Holliday:
Why Kate, have you no kind words for me as I ride away?

Doc Holliday:
I calculate not.

Johnny Tyler:
Somethin’ on your mind?

Wyatt Earp:
Just wanna let you know

You’re sitting in my chair.

Johnny Tyler:
(small laugh) Is that a fact?

Wyatt Earp:
Yeah it's a fact.

Johnny Tyler:
Well for a man that don't go heeled, you run your mouth kinda reckless don't you?

Wyatt Earp:
No need to go heeled to get the bulge on a tub like you (said laughingly)

Johnny Tyler:
Is that a fact?

Wyatt Earp:
Mmmmmm, (blows smoke towards Johnny) That's a fact.

Johnny Tyler:
Well,... I'm real scared.

Wyatt Earp:
Damn right you're scared. I can see that in your eyes.

Johnny Tyler:
Alright now.

Wyatt Earp:
Go ahead...Go ahead skin. Skin that smoke wagon and see what happens.

Johnny Tyler:
Listen Mister, I-I'm-I'm getting awfully tired of your-

Wyatt Earp:
I’m getting tired of your gas. Now

Jerk that pistol and go to work.

Wyatt Earp:
I said throw down boy.

Wyatt Earp:
You gonna do somethin' or just stand there and bleed?

Wyatt Earp:
No?... I didn't think so.

Ike Clanton:
Listen, Mr. Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy?

[Wyatt and Behan are discussing the possibility of a racetrack in Tombstone]

Doc Holliday:
Way ahead of yourselves, aren't you, boys? This is just another mining camp.

Behan:
Have you seen how everyone dresses? Awful tony for a mining camp. No, sir, the die is cast. We are growing. Be as big as San Francisco in a few years and just as sophisticated.

[He's interrupted by gunshots, men yelling, and a brief, but fatal, gunfight in the street mere feet from where they stand]

Doc Holliday:
[smirking] Very cosmopolitan.

[Behan glares at him]

Josephine Marcus:
[looking at Wyatt] This is a remarkable scene. I wonder who that tall drink of water is.

Mr. Fabian:
My darling, you've cast your gaze upon the quintessential frontier type. Note the lean silhouette. Eyes closed by the sun, yet sharp as a hawk. He has the look of both predator and prey.

Josephine Marcus:
I want one.

Mr. Fabian:
Happy hunting.

Doc Holliday:
Why, Johnny Tyler! You madcap.

Johnny Tyler:
[Freezes]...Doc?

Doc Holliday:
Where do you think you're going with that shotgun?

Johnny Tyler:
...I-I didn't know you was back in town!

Johnny Ringo:
[steps up to Doc] And you must be Doc Holliday.

Doc Holliday:
That's the rumor.

Johnny Ringo:
You retired too?

Doc Holliday:
Not me. I'm in my prime.

Johnny Ringo:
Yeah, you look it.

Doc Holliday:
And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?

Kate:
You don't even know him.

Doc Holliday:
Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him.

Wyatt Earp:
[to Ringo] He's drunk.

Doc Holliday:
In vino veritas. [When I drink, I say the truth]

Johnny Ringo:
Age quod agis. [Do what you do best]

Doc Holliday:
Credat Judaeus apella, non ego. [Drinking is not what I do best]

Johnny Ringo:
[pats his gun] Eventus stultorum magister. [Fools must learn from experience]

Doc Holliday:
[smiles] In pace requiescat. [It's your funeral]

Fred White:
Come on boys. We don't want any trouble in here. Not in any language.

Doc Holliday:
[to Kate] That's Latin, darlin'. Evidently Mr. Ringo's an educated man. Now I really hate him.

Billy Clanton:
Is that "Old Dog Tray?" It sounds to me like "Old Dog Tray." You know, Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah," "Camptown Races." Stephen stinking Foster!

Doc:
Ah, yes. Well, this happens to be a nocturne.

Billy Clanton:
A which?

Doc:
You know, Frederic f***ing Chopin.

Billy Clanton:
[to Holliday] It's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you couldn't hit nothin.' [draws a knife.] In fact, you're probably seeing double.

Doc:
[draws a second gun] I have two guns; one for each of ya.

[Doc Holliday joins the Earps just before the gunfight at the OK Corrall]

Wyatt Earp:
It's not your problem, Doc. You don't have to mix up in this.

Doc Holliday:
[Glares at Wyatt] That is a hell of a thing for you to say to me!

Kate:
I don't understand. I'm your woman, you get killed, where's it leave me?

Doc Holliday:
Without a meal ticket I suppose.

Kate:
... You bastard.

Doc Holliday:
I'm leaving now darling.

Kate:
You bastard!

Doc Holliday:
Have you no kind word to say to me before I ride away?

[Kate turns around and says nothing]

Doc Holliday:
I calculate not.

[Doc and Jack Johnson, weapons drawn, surprise some Cowboys in a brothel]

Jack Johnson:
Nobody move!

Doc Holliday:
Nonsense! By all means, move.

[Doc begins coughing violently.]

Jack Johnson:
Doc, you ought to be in bed. What the hell you doin' this for, anyway?

Doc Holliday:
Wyatt Earp is my friend.

Jack Johnson:
Hell, I've got lots of friends.

Doc Holliday:
I don't.

[Johnny Ringo is awaiting Wyatt Earp's arrival in anticipation of a pistol duel.]

Johnny Ringo:
Well... I didn't think you had it in you.

Doc Holliday:
[reveals his face] I'm your huckleberry. [Ringo stops short, looking startled.] Why, Johnny Ringo. You look like somebody just walked over your grave.

Johnny Ringo:
Fight's not with you, Holliday.

Doc Holliday:
Oh, I beg to differ, sir. You and I started a game we never got to finish. Play for blood, remember?

Johnny Ringo:
I was just fooling about.

Doc Holliday:
[smiles] I wasn't. And this time...[opens his overcoat to reveal a badge] It's legal.

Johnny Ringo:
[grins] All right, lunger. Let's do it!

Doc Holliday:
Say when.

[Ringo draws, but Doc draws faster and shoots Ringo in the head, killing him]

Doc Holliday:
Come on! Come on! Oh, Johnny, come on! You're no daisy, you're no daisy at all! Poor soul, you were just too high strung.

[Wyatt comes running, a look of shock on his face as he sees Doc standing over Johnny's corpse]

Doc Holliday:
I'm afraid the strain was more than he could bear. Oh, I wasn't quite as sick as I made out.

[Wyatt finds Doc's deputy badge on Ringo's corpse]

Doc Holliday:
My hypocrisy goes only so far.

Wyatt Earp:
Alright, let's finish it.

Doc Holliday:
Indeed, sir. The last charge of Wyatt Earp and his immortals.

Wyatt Earp:
How are you?

Doc Holliday:
I'm dying, how are you?

Wyatt Earp:
Pretty much the same.

I got two guns ... One for each of ya.

What would you do johnny? I already did it

Doc Holliday:
Ed, what an ugly thing to say... does this mean we're not friends anymore? You know, Ed, if I thought you weren't my friend, I just don't think I could bear it.

Doc Holliday:
I'm your huckleberry.

Doc Holliday:
[On his deathbed, he notices he has bare feet, despite saying he wanted to die with his boots on] Well, I'll be damned. Oh, this is funny.

Doc Holliday:
You're no daisy, you're no daisy at all.

Doc Holliday:
Say When

Wyatt Earp:
In all that time workin' those cow towns, I was only ever mixed up in one shooting, just one. But a man lost his life and I took it! You don't know how that feels, and believe me boy, you don't ever want to know. Not ever!

Wyatt Earp:
All right, Clanton. You called down the thunder, well, now you've got it! You see that? (shows badge) It says "United States Marshal." (gestures to Stilwell) Take a good look at him, Ike, because that's how you're gonna end up! The Cowboys are finished, you understand me? I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin' it! So run, you cur! Run! Tell all the other curs the law's coming! You tell 'em I'm coming and Hell's coming with me, you hear? Hell's coming with me!

Wyatt Earp:
I don't think I'll let you arrest us today, Behan.

Morgan Earp:
Look at all the stars. You look up and you think, "God made all this and He remembered to make a little speck like me." It's kind of flattering, really.

Narrator:
1879 - the Civil War is over, and the resulting economic explosion spurs the great migration west. Farmers, ranchers, prospectors, killers, and thieves seek their fortune. Cattle growers turn cow towns into armed camps, with murder rates higher than than those of modern day New York or Los Angeles. Out of this chaos comes legendary lawman Wyatt Earp, retiring his badge and gun to start a peaceful life for his family. Earp's friend, John "Doc" Holliday, a southern gentlemen turned gunman and gambler, also travels west, hoping the dry climate will relieve his tuberculosis. Silver is discovered in Arizona. Tombstone becomes queen of the boom towns where the latest Paris fashions are sold from the backs of wagons. Attracted to this atmosphere of greed, over 100 exiled Texas outlaws band together to form the ruthless gang recognized by the red sashes they wear. They emerge as the earliest example of organized crime in America. They call themselves The Cowboys.

Narrator:
The power of the Red Sash Cowboy Gang was broken forever. Ike Clanton was shot and killed two years later during an attempted robbery. Mattie died of a drug overdose shortly after she left Tombstone. Virgil and Allie Earp moved to California where Virgil, despite the use of only one arm, became a town sheriff. Wyatt and Josephine embarked on a series of adventures. Up or down, thin or flush, in 47 years they never left each other's side. Wyatt Earp died in Los Angeles in 1929. Among the pallbearers at his funeral were early western stars William S. Hart and Tom Mix. Tom Mix wept.

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