Tombstone

1879. The Civil War is over,

and the resulting economic explosion spurs the great migration west.

Farmers, ranchers, prospectors, killers and thieves seek their fortunes.

Cattle drovers turn cow towns into armed camps

with murder rates higher 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 with his family.

Earp's friend, John "Doc" Holliday,

a Southern gentleman 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 boomtowns,

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 recognised by the red sashes they wear.

They emerge as the earliest example of organised crime in America.

They call themselves the Cowboys.

Y'all killed two Cowboys.

Shoot.

Looks like we win.

Mexican police, huh?

Tell him to get on his knees.

He will not kneel, patrón. He is very proud.

Hey, somebody get this dick on his knees.

Good shot, Billy.

They call me Curly Bill Brocius.

I'm what you might call the Founder of the Feast.

So next time we come, you'd better step aside.

I ain't kiddin' neither.

Patrón, he say, someone will come to revenge for him.

Something like a sick horse who comes to sit with him.

He talk crazy.

That's not what he said, ya ignorant wretch.

Your Spanish is worse than your English.

You go to hell!

You first.

- Hell, let's eat, boys. - Tamales are good, huh?

I guess they knew we were comin'.

Hey, Johnny, what'd that Mexican mean,

"A sick horse is gonna get us"?

He's quoting the Bible,

Revelations.

"Behold, a pale horse. The man who sat on him was Death."

"And Hell followed with him."

Move!

Come on! That's it! You move!

Stupid mule!

Come on! Come on, boy! Come on!

Hurts, don't it?

Now let go of that stud and go on about your business.

Mr Earp. My name's Dake.

Crawley Dake, US Marshal for this territory.

- Forget it. I'm retired. - Excuse me?

I said forget it. I don't want the job, and that's final.

- I don't think you understand. - No, you don't understand, Marshal.

I did my duty, and now I'd like to get on with my life.

I'm going to Tombstone.

- I see. To strike it rich. - Easy on the grain, Butch.

- Here you go. - Well, all right, that's fine.

Tell you one thing, though. Never saw a rich man

who didn't wind up with a guilty conscience.

I already got a guilty conscience. Might as well have the money too.

Good day now.

That's him, all right. Boy, I'd know that sour face anywhere.

Virgil! Morgan! My God!

- Hey, boy! How are you, Morgan? - Hi, Wyatt.

- Well, how do we look? - Great, both of ya.

- Wyatt, you remember Allie. - Good God. Well, he'd better.

Allie girl.

- And Louisa. Oh! - Wyatt.

You're so lovely, darlin'. I'm at your feet, just at your feet.

I guess it's only right. Ma always said Morgan's the prettiest.

- Yeah, but she doted on the frowner. - That's right.

- Wyatt. - Mattie!

Mattie, they're already here. Folks, this is Celia Ann.

- You can call her Mattie. - Pleased to meet you, Mattie.

It's nice to meet you.

Well, Wyatt, I couldn't find a single store that had laudanum anywhere.

That's all right, honey. I sure been dreamin' about this.

God, since forever! Wait! Look here.

Go on up. Look. Huh?

- Hey, Wyatt. - Don't talk, just...

Yeah.

Thank you for this, Wyatt.

- It's all your doin'. - We'll make our fortune, boys.

Well, come on.

Gracious. We could be sisters.

Mighty fine. I wonder where he found her.

Same place we found ours, probably.

Matter, hon? Did you say you needed some laudanum?

- Yes, I did. Yes. - I have some right here.

Oh, you're a lifesaver.

Just be careful now. It's full of hop.

Oh, don't worry. I just get headaches sometimes.

Hey, Virg, see anything of Doc while you were in Prescott?

Yeah. He had a streak when we left, him and Kate.

I miss Doc. I miss that old rip.

- I don't. - He makes me laugh.

That's $500, Holliday. Are you in or out?

500. Must be a peach of a hand.

Oh, thank you, darlin'.

Kate! You're not wearing a bustle.

How lewd.

Come on, Holliday, you in or out, goddamn it?

Why, Ed Bailey, you look like you're just about ready to burst.

Come on! Come on, show!

Well, I suppose I'm deranged, but I...

I guess I'll just have to call.

Cover your ears, darlin'.

Isn't that a daisy?

Why, you son of a bitch!

Damn, Bailey, just settle down!

Shut up! Take your money and get out,

'cause I'm tired of listenin' to your mouth.

Why, Ed Bailey,

are we cross?

Them guns don't scare me.

'Cause without them guns you ain't nothin' but a skinny lunger.

Ed, what an ugly thing to say.

I abhor ugliness. Does this mean we're not friends any more?

You know, Ed, if I thought you weren't my friend,

I just don't think I could bear it.

There. Now we can be friends again.

Touch that gun, I'll burn you down.

I calculate that's the end of this town.

I had a boy at the hotel pack us up. The horse is outside.

So that's why you're not wearin' a bustle.

My sweet, soft Hungarian devil.

Well!

Good evenin', then.

Let's not bother about the luggage.

Hey, Morg, pretty big, isn't it?

Oh-ho, brother, you can smell the silver in this town.

- Easy. - Look at these girls over here.

- Hi! - Hello, girls!

Hot damn, this burg's jumpin'!

Here we go, ladies.

- Isn't that sweet? - You can say that.

Sheriff.

Newcomers, eh?

The name's John Behan, Cochise County Sheriff.

- Just hit town, did ya? - Just this minute.

I'm Wyatt Earp, and these are my brothers, Virgil and Morgan.

Wyatt Earp. Dodge City.

Gave all that up, Sheriff. Goin' into business.

- Don't even carry a gun any more. - Going into business, huh?

Well, then, I'm the man to see.

Besides sheriff, I'm also tax collector, captain of the fire brigade

and chairman of the Nonpartisan Anti-Chinese League.

- Ma'am. - How do you do?

Yeah, a man of many parts.

- Say, you folks got a place to stay yet? - No.

- Like I said, we just got here. - I also sit on the town lot commission.

Really?

As a matter of fact, we got three lovely cottages coming up for rent.

I'll throw in a good cleaning, no charge.

Believe me, Mr Earp,

you're not gonna find a better deal within town limits.

I don't know, sounds pretty good.

- I'll have my man show 'em to ya. - Thank you.

Hey, Wyatt, get on over here.

I want you to meet Fred White. He's the town marshal.

- My pleasure. - Lotta law around here.

- I already met the county sheriff. - Who, Behan?

He ain't no law. The only real law around here is the Cowboys.

Cowboys? I had a run-in with a couple of them up in Prescott.

Nobody does nothin' without 'em. I mean, they're it.

There's three of 'em right over there.

You can always spot a Cowboy. They always wear those red sashes.

The plain fact is the Cowboys are good for business.

'Bout all these saloons?

Oh, that's the real mother lode here in Tombstone.

All up and down Allen Street here.

24 hours a day, you got liquor, hostesses, gamblin',

makin' money hand over fist.

All except The Oriental. That's a regular slaughterhouse.

Even the high rollers won't go near it.

That's too bad too. It's a nice place.

Hell of a waste.

Wyatt?

- There he goes. - Yeah.

Ol' Wyatt.

All right, fella, I'll brace ya now for a little lesson.

Put your money on the board. $5 on that six of spades.

Like that.

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 bitch,

I'll blow you right up that wildcat's ass! Do you hear me, huh?