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
New singer. Ain't she somehin'?
Wyatt nods weakly. Josephine gives him a half-smile. Wyatt blushes. Morgan approaches.
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
I know. And nobody can make him.
They go over to Doc's table and sit down. Doc beams drunkenly:
Wyatt! Just in time. Pull up a chair.
Been hittin' it awful hard, Doc.
Nonsense, I have not yet begun to
(touches his shoulder)
I won't be pawed at, thank you
(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:
What d'you think of the singer?
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:
Son of a bitch! That's twelve
Straight hands! Nobody's that lucky.
The Earps stiffen as the Cheshire cat smile comes over Doc:
Why, Ike, whatever do you mean?
Come on, boys, take it easy.
Maybe poker's not your game, Ike.
I know, let's have a spelling
I'll wring your scrawny neck for you!
That's enough, Clanton.
You takin' his part? I'm the one
Was cheated. God damn pimps,
You're all in it together.
Nobody's in anything, Clanton,
You're drunk. Go home and sleep
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!
Don't you threaten me, you
Violence seems imminent. Wyatt jumps in, separating them. Behan notices as Josephine
gasps, a look of alarm crossing her face.
Virgil, don't! Take it easy! Ike,
Just go home and forget it, will you?
I ain't forgettin' nothin.
Ike lurches to the bar. Behan takes Josephine aside, whispering:
I saw that look on your face just now.
What's between you and Wyatt?
Well that certainly was a bust. I
Want my money back. Come,
Darling, let's seek our
Doc stands up, taking Kate's arm to leave. But he falls back down dizzily, suddenly
breaking out in a sweat and coughing.
What's wrong, 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.
Get a doctor! Virgil, give me a hand.
They lift the unconscious Doc off the floor. Ike turns to Joyce.
What's wrong with him?
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.
Your condition is quite advanced.
I'd say you've lost some 60 percent
Of your lung tissue. Maybe more.
So what does that mean?
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.
Well, that sounds inviting.
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.
How you feeling, Doc?
That's good. I knew it wasn't nothin'.
We must talk, darling. It appears
We have to... redefine the nature
Of our association.
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?
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.
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
Then again, you may be the
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.
Bastards think they can cheat me?
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:
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:
What the hell's going on?
EXT - ALLEN ST/TELEGRAPH OFFICE - DAY
Walking down Allen, Ike stops the group at the telegraph office:
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.
Billy Clanton, Wes Fuller, and
Billy Claiborne. Now there's six
Of 'em. This is like a bad dream.
Just stay calm, use your head.
It'll be all right. Just the
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.
Thought you swore you'd never
Carry that thing again.
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.
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
Here they are again. Look at 'em.
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.
What're you doin' out of bed, 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
Like to teach those bastards a lesson.
Probably already scared them to death.
You call it, Ike. What're we gonna do?
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.
Those Cowboys're tellin'
Everybody in town they're gonna
Clean you out. They're down in
That lot right now behind the OK
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.
That's a hell of a thing for you
To say to me.
What the hell're we gonna do?
Wait till the liquor wears off.
Once they start getting headaches
They'll lose interest.
Wyatt, they're threatening our lives.
You'll never make that stick.
They're carrying guns in town.
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
No, damn it, it's wrong, they're
Breakin' the law.
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:
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.
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.
There they go. Look kinda like preachers.
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:
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.
Wyatt, I know what I'm doin'.
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:
You don't have to worry about a
Thing. I just went down there and
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:
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:
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
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
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
No, no, please! I don't have a gun!
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.
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:
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 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:
I got you now, you son of a bitch!
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:
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:
All right. You're all under
Wyatt looks at him in utter disbelief. Finally:
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:
You call that shooting?
(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.
Guess we did our good deed for today.
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.
I'm sorry. If there was any other-
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:
Don't worry about a thing
INT- MORGAN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Morgan lies in bed, his shoulder in bandages. Wyatt sits by him
How you doin', boy?
Morgan looks out the window, staring at nothing. He looks tired, older, all
the fun and youthful zest gone from his face.
You were right. It's nothin' like
I thought. I almost wish...
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:
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:
All right, first we hang back,
Just bide away till everybody
Thinks this's blown over. Then...
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