The Patriot Resource - Tombstone



INT - ORIENTAL - NIGHT

Dark circles under his eyes, looking dreadful, Doc is at the corner table with Virgil, Behan, Ike Clanton, and the McLaurys. Josephine lounges by the piano, luscious in a white gown, singing "Frankie and Johnny" in a torchy voice. Wyatt enters, blanching at the sight of Josephine. Joyce appears at his elbow:

JOYCE
New singer. Ain't she somehin'?

Wyatt nods weakly. Josephine gives him a half-smile. Wyatt blushes. Morgan approaches.

MORGAN
Doc won't quit, been up 36 hours.
Clanton came in an hour ago, they
Switched over to poker. Tried to
Get him to bed but he just won't
Let go.

WYATT
I know. And nobody can make him.

They go over to Doc's table and sit down. Doc beams drunkenly:

DOC
Wyatt! Just in time. Pull up a chair.

WYATT
Been hittin' it awful hard, Doc.

DOC
Nonsense, I have not yet begun to
Defile myself.

WYATT
(touches his shoulder)
But Doc-

DOC
I won't be pawed at, thank you
Very much

WYATT
Sorry, sorry...

KATE
(puts arm around Doc)
That's right. Doc can go all day
And all night and then some.
Doc's my man. Doc's my lovin'
Man. Have another one, lovin' man.
She kisses Doc. Behan nudges Wyatt:

BEHAN
What d'you think of the singer?

WYATT
Nice voice.

BEHAN
That's not what I meant.

Behan gives him a wink. Wyatt shifts uneasily in his seat. This hand is down to Doc and Ike and the pot is huge. Doc shows his hand. Ike throws his cards down in a drunken rage:

IKE
Son of a bitch! That's twelve
Straight hands! Nobody's that lucky.

The Earps stiffen as the Cheshire cat smile comes over Doc:

DOC
Why, Ike, whatever do you mean?

VIRGIL
Come on, boys, take it easy.

DOC
Maybe poker's not your game, Ike.
I know, let's have a spelling
Contest!

IKE
(stands)
I'll wring your scrawny neck for you!

VIRGIL
(grabs him)
That's enough, Clanton.

IKE
You takin' his part? I'm the one
Was cheated. God damn pimps,
You're all in it together.

VIRGIL
Nobody's in anything, Clanton,
You're drunk. Go home and sleep
It off.

IKE
Get your God damn hands off me!
Don't you ever put your hands on
One of us! Don't you ever try to
Man-handle a Cowboy! We'll out
Your God damn pimp's heart out!
Understand, pimp?

VIRGIL
Don't you threaten me, you
Little-

Violence seems imminent. Wyatt jumps in, separating them. Behan notices as Josephine gasps, a look of alarm crossing her face.

WYATT
Virgil, don't! Take it easy! Ike,
Just go home and forget it, will you?

IKE
I ain't forgettin' nothin.

Ike lurches to the bar. Behan takes Josephine aside, whispering:

BEHAN
I saw that look on your face just now.
What's between you and Wyatt?

JOSEPHINE
Absolutely nothing.

DOC
Well that certainly was a bust. I
Want my money back. Come,
Darling, let's seek our
Entertainment elsewhere.

Doc stands up, taking Kate's arm to leave. But he falls back down dizzily, suddenly breaking out in a sweat and coughing.

KATE
What's wrong, Doc?

DOC
Nothing. Not a thing. I'm right
As the mail.

Again he tries to stand. This time he keels over onto the floor and starts coughing up blood. Wyatt rushes to him.

WYATT
Get a doctor! Virgil, give me a hand.

They lift the unconscious Doc off the floor. Ike turns to Joyce.

IKE
What's wrong with him?

JOYCE
Lunger.

DELETED

INT- DOC'S ROOM - NIGHT

Later. Doc sits up in bed, revived but looking like death warmed over, mouth gaping open, eyes swimming with every breath. DR. GOODFELLOW stands by the bed, putting on his jacket.

DR. GOODFELLOW
Your condition is quite advanced.
I'd say you've lost some 60 percent
Of your lung tissue. Maybe more.

DOC
So what does that mean?

DR. GOODFELLOW
Two years, two days, hard to say.
If you have any chance, it's to
Stop now-smoking, drinking,
Gambling, night-life. You must
Have a healthy diet and most
Importantly, you must have
Complete rest-meaning you must
Attempt to deny your marital impulse.

DOC
Well, that sounds inviting.

DR. GOODFELLOW
Sorry but I'm afraid you've no choice.

He takes his bag and exits, leaving Doc alone with the abyss. Kate enters, going to his bedside, and starts rolling him a cigarette.

KATE
How you feeling, Doc?

DOC
Better.

KATE
That's good. I knew it wasn't nothin'.

DOC
We must talk, darling. It appears
We have to... redefine the nature
Of our association.

KATE
What's that mean, Doc? You know I
Don't understand when you talk up
High like that. You mean you
Don't want to be my lovin' man no more?

DOC
Not exactly...

KATE
I'm a good woman to you, Doc.
Don't I always take care of you?
Nobody cares for you like me. I'm
A good woman.

DOC
Yes, I know. You are a good woman.

Kate smiles, licking the cigarette. She puts it in his mouth and leans over to light it so her ample bosom bulges over her bodice. As Doc stares at her chest something behind his eyes seems to shut down. He takes a long drag from the cigarette.

DOC
Then again, you may be the
Antichrist.

DELETED

INT - ORIENTAL - DAWN
The cold blue light of dawn peeks through the windows. Ike drinks at the bar, brooding. He reaches behind the bar for his guns, leaning his rifle against the brass rail.

IKE
Bastards think they can cheat me?

JOYCE
Nobody cheated you, Ike. Go home.

Ike reaches across the bar and slaps him. Joyce scowls, more irritated than hurt and too tired to make anything of it. The few other patrons left look up drowsily. Ike nods in drunken satisfaction, picking up his rifle:

IKE
And I don't take no mouth from
Any bartenders neither. There,
See? Give somebody a rap on the
beezer, get some God damn respect
Around here. Now you tell the
Earps and Doc Holliday if I see
'em on the street, I'm gonna send
'em all to hell on a shutter. You
tell 'em that.

Ike and the McLaurys storm off as Virgil and Morgan step out onto the street. Wyatt turns to them in disbelief:

WYATT
What the hell's going on?

EXT - ALLEN ST/TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY

Walking down Allen, Ike stops the group at the telegraph office:

IKE
I want to send a telegram.

EXT - ALLEN STREET - DAY

We start to feel a growing sense of dread as 3 grim HORSEMEN come galloping out of the desert toward us. Billy Clanton, Wes Fuller, and Billy Claiborne ride into town, trotting by the jail with the Earps looking on.

VIRGIL
Billy Clanton, Wes Fuller, and
Billy Claiborne. Now there's six
Of 'em. This is like a bad dream.

WYATT
Just stay calm, use your head.
It'll be all right. Just the
Same, though...
(pauses, sighs)
Guess you better swear me in.

INT - WYATT'S HOUSE - DAY

In tight on a brass-mounted wooden case. It opens to reveal a gleaming Colt .45 with an extra long barrel, the gold shield inlaid on the burr walnut grips engraved with, "To Wyatt Earp, Peacemaker..." This is the Buntline Special, Wyatt Earp's legendary sidearm. Wyatt takes it from the case and puts it in his coat pocket as Mattie looks on.

MATTIE
Thought you swore you'd never
Carry that thing again.

WYATT
Yeah, well, I swore a lot of things.

EXT - ALLEN STREET - DAY

Behan and Jospehine watch from the hotel as the 6 Cowboys, all but Ike armed with pistols, walk side-byside down the middle of Allen.

BEHAN
I'm terribly afraid this looks
Like the end of the Earp brothers.

Josephine goes pale...

EXT - ALLEN ST/JAIL - DAY

The Cowboys swagger by defiantly, giving the Earps sidelong glances. Meanwhile, the street starts to BUZZ, townspeople beginning to notice that something is happening.

VIRGIL
Here they are again. Look at 'em.

WYATT
Easy, Virge, they're just tryin'
To egg us on.

Suddenly Doc appears from around a corner, a little the worse for wear in a long, dark Inverness cloak and carrying a big gold-headed walking stick.

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

DOC
What the hell's going on? I've
Had five people walk up to me
Saying the Clantons and McLaurys
Are gunning for me.

EXT - LOT BEHIND O.K. CORRAL - DAY

A vacant lot behind the OK Corral with Fly's Gallery on the left and the Harwood house on the right. The Cowboys stand in a knot near their horses, passing a bottle around.

FRANK
Like to teach those bastards a lesson.

BILLY
Probably already scared them to death.

TOM
You call it, Ike. What're we gonna do?

IKE
(grabs bottle)
Gimme that.

EXT - ALLEN ST/JAIL - DAY

Virgil comes out of the nearby Wells Fargo office with a huge Stevens 10 gauge shotgun just as Joyce runs up.

JOYCE
Those Cowboys're tellin'
Everybody in town they're gonna
Clean you out. They're down in
That lot right now behind the OK
Corral.

WYATT
Don't worry, Doc, it's not your problem.
You don't have to mix up in this.

Doc turns on Wyatt, genuinely shocked and hurt.

DOC
That's a hell of a thing for you
To say to me.

VIRGIL
What the hell're we gonna do?

WYATT
Wait till the liquor wears off.
Once they start getting headaches
They'll lose interest.

VIRGIL
Wyatt, they're threatening our lives.

WYATT
You'll never make that stick.

VIRGIL
They're carrying guns in town.

WYATT
Virge, that's a misdemeanor. You
Go down there to arrest 'em,
Something goes wrong, maybe this
Time somebody gets his head
Broke, suddenly it's a mess and
It won't end there, you'll have
Cowboys comin' around lookin' for
Trouble from here to Christmas.
You gonna risk all that over a
Misdemeanor?

VIRGIL
(pauses, thinking)
No, damn it, it's wrong, they're
Breakin' the law.

WYATT
(pauses)
All right, Virge, your call. But
Give Doc the shotgun. They'll be
Less apt to get nervy if they see
Him on the street howitzer.

Virgil trades the shotgun for Doc's cane. Doc folds the shotgun under his cloak. They get set, waiting for Wyatt's cue. Finally:

WYATT
Well... Come on, boys.

They start down Allen, footsteps pounding the board sidewalk, Virgil and Wyatt in front, Morgan and Doc in the rear. Bystanders step aside, trading whispers as they pass, turning
onto 4th St...

EXT - LOT BEHIND O.K. CORRAL - DAY

Behan dashes around the corner into the lot, facing the Cowboys.

BEHAN
They're on their way over here.

EXT - FREMONT STREET/OK CORRAL - DAY

The Earps and Doc turn off 4th onto Fremont St. Creek Johnson and Texas Jack Vermillion watch as they pass the grocer's.

JOHNSON
There they go. Look kinda like preachers.

VERMILLION
Yeah. Or undertakers.

The vacant lot starts to come into view and the Earps are fighting nerves now. Fists clenched, gritting their teeth, eyes darting all over the street, they look all too human and nothing like their legend. It's only Doc, bringing up the rear, who couldn't care less. Wyatt narrows his eyes:

WYATT
Virge, you're makin' the arrest.
You make contact, I'll back you
Up. Morgan'll back me up, Doc'll
Keep an eye out for trouble. And
Keep your hands on your guns.
They even look like they're gonna
Start something, buffalo 'em.
Right over the head.

VIRGIL
Wyatt, I know what I'm doin'.

WYATT
(sees onlookers)
Look at 'em all. They love it.
How in the hell'd we get
Ourselves into this?

Just then Behan walks up holding up his hands, reassuring:

BEHAN
You don't have to worry about a
Thing. I just went down there and
Disarmed them.

VIRGIL
You did? Great, thanks. Come on, boys.

The Earps quicken their step as Behan enters Fly's gallery. Seeing the approaching Earp party, the Cowboys glance around at each other, setting themselves. Now at the end of the sidealk, the Earps can see that the Cowboys are still armed and their relief evaporates. Wyatt mutters under his breath:

WYATT
Oh, great. Disarmed my ass...

The Earps slow their step, gathering themselves. This is it, no turning back now. The Cowboys spread out. As the Earps get closer and closer, it seems as if the very air is electric with tension. But as they step into the street and fan out for their final approach, they suddenly do look like their legend, 4 tall figures in long black coats advancing in a line, grim and unstoppable, a fleeting moment in time frozen forever in our minds. Finally they stop. The 2 groups are facing each other, perhaps 20 feet apart. Doc raises the shotgun, the Cheshire cat smile spreading over his face. Virgil steps forward, his face set, holding up Doc's cane:

VIRGIL
We've come to arrest you. Throw
Up your arms!

A weird moment of confusion where nobody seems to know what to do. Then Billy Clanton and Frank McLaury SLAP their hands to their guns. The Earps instantly tense up, hands on their pistols. Virgil waves his hands frantically, afraid they've misunderstood:

VIRGIL
Hold! I don't want that!

Suddenly realizing what's happening, Fuller and Claiborne bolt and dash into Fly's gallery. Everyone else stands frozen, breath short, pulses pounding, each staring into the other's wide-open eyes. Then something in Billy Clanton's eyes seems to go dead and Wyatt groans under his breath as the awful realization hits him:

WYATT
Oh, my God...

Billy and Frank jerk their pistols and the scene EXPLODES, everything happening in SPLIT SECONDS as Wyatt draws and FIRES, knocking Frank down with a gutshot. Morgan FIRES, blowing Billy back against the wall of the Harwood house. Tom darts for the cover behind his horse as Ike dives onto Wyatt shrieking like a woman:

IKE
No, no, please! I don't have a gun!

WYATT
This fight's commenced. Get to
Fightin' or get away!

Wyatt hurls him aside. Ike sprints for the gallery. Tom FIRES over his saddle at Doc who tries for a shot but is blocked by the horse. Billly bounces back up, howling, and FIRES, the bullet piercing Virgil's calf. He drops to one knee. Tom FIRES again. Doc FIRES one barrel into the air, the BLAST making the horse rear up, exposing Tom for a split second. Doc FIRES again. Tom's side EXPLODES into red mist, the full charge of red mist, the full charge of buckshot SLAMMING him into the Harwood house. Tom drops his gun and teeters into the street, talking eerie little mincing steps, already dead but still moving, like a chicken with its head cut off. Billy FIRES again, dropping Morgan with a hole in his shoulder.

MORGAN
I'm hit.

Doc pull his Lightning and FIRES DOUBLE ACTION 1-2-3 times, hitting Billy in the abdomen while Frank bounds back into the fight, FIRING wildly. Virgil gets up, FIRING BACK. The whole scene now bathed in thick smoke, the fight starts swirling into the street, each man jockeying for position. Inside the gallery, Behan and Fuller watch at the window as Ike dives in. He snatches Fuller's pistol and FIRES through the window. Ike's bullets WHIZ past Wyatt's ear. He spins around, calling to Doc:

WYATT
Behind us!

In a flashing move taking less than a heartbeat, Doc pivots, replacing the .38 in this right hand with his big .45, then with one pass of his left hand RAPID FIRES quick as a machine gun burst 1-2-3-4-5 times, the bullets RIPPING through the gallery, showering Ike and the rest with splinters and broken glass.

BEHAN
Come on!

Behan hauls Ike up and they dash out the back door, Fuller and Claiborne right behind, all frantically running for their lives. Outside Billy gets to his knees, seemingly indestructible, and FIRES at Wyatt, Wyatt RETURNS FIRE. Eyes wild and bulging, a bloody hand clutching his wounds, Frank staggers across the lot, bearing down on Doc through the smoke:

FRANK
I got you now, you son of a bitch!

DOC
You're a daisy if you do!

Doc opens his arms, giving Frank a clear shot at his chest. Frank FIRES. The bullet grazes Doc's holster. Frank trudges closer, about to fire again but Doc DRILLS him through the heart while in the next millisecond Morgan FIRES from his prone position on the ground, the big .45 BLAST carrying away the top of Frank's head. As the last shot echoes through the hills, Frank flops limply to the ground like a rag doll while out in the street his brother Tom finally runs out of steam and pitches face first in the dirt, leaving only Billy, leaning against the Harwood house, legs splayed out in front of him, absolutely shot to pieces, clicking his empty gun and wailing piteously as the smoke clears:

BILLY
More cartridges! Somebody load my gun...

He keeps repeating it with sinking volume as townspeople step timidly into the street. Fly bends down and takes Bill's gun from his hand and the fight is officially over, having lasted only some 20 seconds. Wyatt helps Morgan to his feet as Behan strides briskly onto the scene, addressing Wyatt:

BEHAN
All right. You're all under
Arrest.

Wyatt looks at him in utter disbelief. Finally:

WYATT
I don't think I'll let you arrest
Us today, Behan. Maybe tomorrow.

More bystanders arrive, a crowd scene rapidly developing. The Earp women run up from the west end of Fremont. Josephine fights her way through the crowd from the east. She and Wyatt catch sight of each other. She grins, tears in her eyes. He nods, smiling. Seeing the whole thing, Behan fumes. And so does MATTIE who turns and walks away while Allie and Lou run to their men, hugging them. Meanwhile Doc stands over Frank's body, fingering the graze over his thigh, jeering under his breath:

DOC
You call that shooting?

FLY
(comes up to Wyatt)
The McLaurys are both dead. Billy
Clanton's just about gone.

Wyatt nods, pocketing his gun, sadly surveying the bloody scene.

WYATT
Guess we did our good deed for today.

DELETED

EXT - BOOT HILL - SUNSET

Fireworks EXPLODE in the darkening sky as a cortege of 50 Cowboys in their finest parade down the street toward Boot Hill, the crude little grave yard, Curly Bill and Ringo in the lead, Ike right behind with the 3 coffins and a banner saying: "Murdered On The Streets Of Tombstone". As they take places at the gravesite Wyatt approaches Curly Bill.

WYATT
I'm sorry. If there was any other-

CURLY BILL
I know. Just did what you had to.
That banner and stuff, that's
Just Ike. Don't worry about it.

Wyatt nods, tips his hat, walks off. Looking after him, Curly Bill whispers:

CURLY BILL
Don't worry about a thing

DELETED

INT- MORGAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Morgan lies in bed, his shoulder in bandages. Wyatt sits by him

WYATT
How you doin', boy?

MORGAN
Fine. Better.

Morgan looks out the window, staring at nothing. He looks tired, older, all the fun and youthful zest gone from his face.

MORGAN
You were right. It's nothin' like
I thought. I almost wish...

WYATT
I know, kid. I know. Me too.

Wyatt touches his arm, a look of unutterable sadness in his eyes. This is the one thing he didn't want for his little brother....

EXT - RUSTLER'S PARK - NIGHT

The Cowboys are gathered around a huge bonfire, sparks drifting up toward the heavens, faces vivid in the firelight like an ancient warrior host. Curly Bill faces them, bottle in hand:

CURLY BILL
Here's to the memory of Billy
Clanton and Tom and Frank
McLaury. They went out real
Cowboys, dead game right up to
Their last kick. They won their
Places at the big table with Davy
Crockett and Wild Bill and Old
Man Clanton. They're up there
Right now tradin' shots with 'em.
And they'll never be forgot. Not
Ever. Hundred years from now
There'll be men settin' around a
Campfire, passin' a bottle,
Tellin' stories about those boys.
They're what you call immortal.
And I say God bless 'em.

They all drink, long and deep, Ringo wiping away tears. Then:

CURLY BILL
All right, first we hang back,
Just bide away till everybody
Thinks this's blown over. Then...



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