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(dramatic music)

- Town has always had trouble.

What worries me is when a stranger shows up right before it.

- Well, you think I’m the kind that brings it?

Trouble?

(gun clicks)

Adios, Harlan.

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

- He’s just like the stories.

- I never asked to be the law.

(gun fires)

Take care of that.

- [Mary Lou] Will I ever see you again?

- Imagine you might.

(dramatic music)

State your name.

- Jack Johnson.

- By the authority vested in me

by the laws of this territory,

I do hereby swear you in as Deputy Marshal

of the United States.

Do you pledge to uphold the constitution

and carry out your duties with honor, without fear?

And will you see that justice is served

in every corner of this land?

- I do.

(dramatic music)

- So long as you wear this badge,

you carry not only the power but the law.

You stand as the trust of the people.

May you prove worthy of both.

- I will.

(dramatic music)

(Jack chuckles)

(dramatic music)

(pensive music)

- It is been six months since Wyatt left.

(pensive music)

Six months of silence.

(pensive music) (footsteps clopping)

Six months of prayers.

(pensive music)

(footsteps thudding)

(pensive music)

(dramatic music)

(door thuds)

(dramatic music)

(Wyatt clears throat)

- Ask and you shall receive.

- Wyatt.

- [Wyatt] In the flesh.

- What are you doing here?

- Killed Old Man Clanton.

(tense music)

- We’re chasing?

- I believe we are.

After you.

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

That’s far enough, don’t you think?

(hit thuds)

(dramatic music)

- Look what the cat dragged in.

- Your deputy hit me in the goddamn face.

- Oh.

- And where’s my pistol?

- Oh, I think my deputy’s got it.

Is that right?

Well, he should have shot you.

Consider yourself lucky.

- What do you want, Earp?

- Newman Clanton,

patriarch for the Clanton Gang.

I’ll be damned.

Outlaw leader, look up, cattle rustler.

I hear you’re a wanted man in half the state of Arizona.

Is that right?

You’re gonna speak up?

Now’s your turn to speak.

Plead your case perhaps?

Very well.

Guess we’ll settle the payment in full.

Bullet’s worth of illicit activity

sounds about right if you ask me.

- You kill me and the Cowboys will just take over

where I left off.

Curly Bill, Ringo, they’ll just take over my operation.

- No doubt escalating violence in the region will happen.

But we will stop them from moving cattle south.

- You’ll try.

McLaury too.

- Oh, Frank and Tom.

Hear those two are riding for Tombstone as we speak.

Well, Old Man Clanton,

way I see it, Deputy,

we can either drag this old bag of bones sack of shit in

to see a judge and wait for them to consider his fate,

or we can just go ahead

and settle this problem right here, right now.

- You don’t get it, do you?

Killing me just brings more trouble to Tombstone.

- Well, I guess as the saying goes,

we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

Jack, ride to Tombstone.

Send word to Doc and Morgan

and tell them to find Virgil and get ready.

- Ready for what?

- War, Deputy.

Tell them to get ready for war.

- You killed him?

- Didn’t see much a choice in the matter.

- Why didn’t you ride in to Tombstone?

Why’d you come here?

- Truthfully,

I’m on the lam, keeping a low profile.

- You’re on the run.

- You ever heard of Cochise County?

It’s in Arizona.

Well, there’s a sheriff there, crooked as a mountain pass.

Name’s John Behan.

Word of Old Man Clanton’s death reached his office

and he took the news rather hard.

- Well, what did you expect?

- Whatever it was I was expecting,

a bounty on my head was not it.

- He’s after you?

But you’re a law man, don’t you make those decisions?

- Law these days is able to be bought and paid for.

And as he should know, an unjust law is no law at all.

- All right.

Well, you’re here, now what?

(lively music)

- Afternoon.

- You must be Johnson.

- I am.

You must be Frank McLaury.

Which is funny ’cause I would’ve taken you for Thomas.

- Thomas?

- Yeah, you know, like Tom but with an H.

- You got something for me or what?

- Wyatt wants to speak with you.

- Tombstone?

- Dead River.

Small town, south of here.

Do you know it?

- More or less.

- Well, which is it?

’Cause it’s hard to find

if you don’t know what you’re looking for.

- I know where the hell it is.

I just need to know there won’t be any trouble

when I get there.

- Why would there be trouble?

- There’s always trouble.

And Wyatt knows who I ride with.

He knows all about Clanton, my ties to the Cowboys.

- Wyatt Earp is a man of his word.

If he gave it, you have it.

There won’t be no trouble, just conversation.

- Nobody knows about this meeting?

- Not a soul.

Like I said, his word is bond.

This meeting will be the secret type.

(lively music)

(footsteps thud)

- [Wyatt] Old familiar places.

- Haven’t had much time to make any improvements.

No coin neither.

- Oh, well, I might be able to help you with that.

Got a friend coming to join

and he might be able to help with both of our situations.

- You are gonna bring trouble back here, aren’t you on?

- I prefer to think of it as excitement.

- [Mary Lou] I don’t need excitement.

- Then call it opportunity then.

- Damn it, Wyatt.

I like being left alone in my own town and do as I please.

- Is it really that awful seeing me, Mary Lou?

My business here will be swift, you have my word.

You hear me?

I’m not offering you anything but some coin.

And I promise that after this,

after this, you won’t be seeing me again.

- Where’s Jack?

- Tombstone.

- Tombstone? - With my brothers and Doc.

He’s safe.

What I need to do here is a ruse and it must be done alone.

- I wanna help.

- Help?

- [Mary Lou] Mm-hmm.

- How?

- You tell me.

You want the use of my town, you cut me in on the action.

- So that’s what this is, action?

What happened to you liking all the silence and being alone

and all that nonsense?

- I lied.

I’m quite lonely, if I am being honest.

- Well, that is the best policy.

Hmm.

(suspenseful music)

Can you pretend to be an outlaw?

(suspenseful music)

- Is all this really necessary?

- Is what necessary?

- Me in this stupid cage.

- You said you wanted to help.

I asked if you could play the part of an outlaw

and you said yes.

- And?

- And yes, being in that stupid cage

is absolutely necessary.

- [Mary Lou] Well, can you at least tell me what it is

I am doing?

- Well, you’re pretending to be my prisoner.

- Why?

- Because that’s the game.

Now stop asking me so many questions,

I won’t answer them anyways.

- Is that right?

- Yes, that’s right.

Mainly ’cause I know you’ll despise the answers anyways.

So sit there, be quiet till I say otherwise.

Yeah?

(dramatic music) (footsteps thudding)

Frank McLaury?

- Wyatt Earp?

- Please.

(dramatic music)

- The hell is that in there?

- Her?

She’s no one.

- No one?

- Not no one, just no one to worry about at the moment.

- Well?

- Well, I appreciate you making the trip.

- Appreciate?

Word is you killed Old Man Clanton.

- Rumors.

- Not according to Sheriff Bean.

- You didn’t come for a rumor, Frank.

You came ’cause the clock’s ticking,

you want to hear how loud.

- I came ’cause clocks stop when men stop them.

Thought maybe you’d like to know the minute hand

before it cuts you.

- Information’s got a price.

You looking to sell or feel important?

- Both, if I’m being honest.

Cowboys don’t like loose ends.

They don’t like your brothers breathing.

- Names don’t interest me, plans do.

- Plans change, intent doesn’t.

Ike’s gone, Tom’s restless.

Virgil wearing that badge like it’s ironclad.

They think you’re gonna walk them down, same as always.

- When?

- Soon enough if tempers don’t cool.

Late morning, sun high, pride higher.

They want the streets narrow.

- They want theater, don’t they?

- They want you to blink.

If you don’t, they make an example.

Virgil first, he’s the law.

Break him, the rest scatters.

- Where?

- Near the back lots, horses tied.

- If I buy all this, what’s your price?

- What’s her story?

- Name’s Betty.

Wanted for knocking off a stage coach.

She took the lives of an innocent family too.

- Is that right?

- That’s right.

- This shooting business,

you’d advise me to avoid it?

- I’d advise you to survive it.

- Well, I have a proposal for you.

In exchange for your generous information,

you get $1,000.

Call it a finder’s fee.

And on top of that,

you’re not to be harmed in the melee at the O.K. Corral.

Now, Virgil will want Behan to be redistributed.

Your brother Thomas won’t be harmed either.

And in exchange for that,

you bring Behan here for me to deal with

before me and my friends face off

with the Cowboys in tombstone.

- Agreed.

- So let’s recap

now I know what me and my brothers can expect

at the expense of the Cowboys.

You and your brother are not to be harmed in all that.

You get $1,000, cash in hand.

And you bring Behan here for me here, say,

day after tomorrow.

Am I forgetting anything?

- I sure could use a company of a lady.

(tense music)

Damn, you’re good-looking, aren’t you?

A little too pretty to be an outlaw.

- Well, is that right?

- Hmm.

- Prettiest I ever seen.

(tense music)

- Hmm.

- Yeah, I had a wife once.

She died.

- [Mary Lou] I’m sorry to hear that.

How did she die?

- Caught it the same way most things catch up with you.

Quietly.

Without warning, and no mercy.

(somber music)

But she was strong once.

Strong enough to haul water before dawn,

to stitch a shirt by lamplight after a full day’s work,

to smile at her husband

like the whirlwind trying to grind us both in the dust.

Fever came in the spring,

riding in like a stranger’s cough in the dust of the trail.

(somber music)

By the third night, she couldn’t keep water down.

And by the fifth,

she was talking to people who weren’t even there.

When she died, the house didn’t change.

Wind still creaked the boards,

the stove still smoked.

(somber music)

Everything else was wrong.

Something was missing like a song missing its melody.

(somber music)

I buried her up on the hill behind the homestead,

she could see the valley she loved.

I even put up a little wooden cross with her name on it.

Cocked crooked of course

’cause my hands wouldn’t stop shaking so bad.

- You loved her?

- Very much.

Very much indeed.

- Why do you wanna be with me?

- Even a widow gets lonely from time to time.

(somber music)

Why’d you kill all them people?

- This stage coach came rattling through the canyon at dusk,

dust hanging in the air like smoke.

He stepped out first,

voice strong but shaking underneath.

The driver froze.

(gentle music)

Inside the coach was a family,

a man, a woman, two children,

eyes wide, hands raised like they had been practicing

that moment their entire lives.

The father moved too fast.

Maybe it was fear, maybe it was pride,

maybe he didn’t know that the gun was loaded.

He lunged, grasping for the barrel

and the shot rang out so loud that it echoed back wrong,

as if the land itself disapproved.

(somber music)

When it was all over, the canyon lay silent again,

it was too silent.

And the strong mouths,

they open coins smelling under the dust.

Brian worthless.

- And then what happened?

- Well, I took off riding before the sun fully set,

knowing that the law would call it murder

and my own heart would call it something worse.

Well, not justice, not survival,

but a moment that would follow me my entire life

no matter how far I ran.

(bottle thuds)

Thank you, Lord.

(footsteps receding)

Wake up, Wyatt.

- I’m not sleeping,

I was just resting my face and whatnot.

What the hell are you doing here?

Where’s Frank?

Don’t tell me he’s dead.

- He’s asleep, passed out drunk.

I’m only pretending to be a murderer, remember?

- Of course.

- Gosh, I hope you know what you’re doing.

- I do.

Tell me, have I ever steered you off?

Ever?

- What happens when the sheriff gets to town?

- Behan?

It’s simple, I kill him.

- Kill him?

- That’s right.

Right out there in the street.

- You are a law man, right?

And yet you talk about murder like it’s some novel

that you read by the fire,

like it’s some noble thing that only the best man can do,

while in reality, anyone can take another man’s life.

- Well, like you said, you not actually a criminal.

So you wouldn’t understand, would you?

That’s right.

What would you rather me do?

Kiss him to death?

- Jokes?

- Yeah.

You gotta understand something, Mary Lou.

Jails are flimsy, courts are slow, witnesses vanish.

Killing a lawman could remove the problem

instead of making it worse for a criminal.

A marshal might face an entire gang alone.

Posse help was never guaranteed.

Backup could be days away if it even came at all.

The towns made up from here to Tombstone

are controlled by ranchers, railroads, and criminal outfits.

And a lawman who wouldn’t play along becomes a target.

So if you ask, why take their lives?

Well, what’s simple in my eyes.

My life’s more important than theirs.

Wyatt Earp is a name,

a name, a badge, a gun, and a harrowing reputation.

- You’re saying wearing that badge

doesn’t keep you any safer?

(gentle music)

- It just tells them they need to die first.

(gentle music)

- What do you want me to do to help you?

(gentle music)

- Play nice with Frank.

Within reason and good taste, of course.

(gentle music)

- [Frank] He let you out.

- Excuse me?

- Wyatt.

- He figured you’d be happier this way.

- And what way is that?

- In my company.

- You like her?

- She’s beautiful.

What’s her name?

- Honey.

- She looks like a Honey.

- Yeah.

My brother Thomas named her.

She’s got a twin out there somewhere.

- Did you lose her?

- We were on a ride to Mexico and rains came in heavy.

We had to cut the horses loose.

Three days later though, that’s when her she came back.

- And the other one?

(birds chirping)

(gentle music)

- Frank.

A word?

(gentle music)

Care to sit?

(Wyatt chuckles)

You fancy her, don’t you?

Betty?

- The outlaw?

Yeah.

Yeah, she is mighty pretty.

- You know she’s as testy as a Texas rattler, don’t you?

- And yet you let her out of her cage.

- To keep you entertained.

But I don’t want you getting any ideas, you hear me?

When this is over, the outlaw, she stays here with me.

- Will she hang?

- She most certainly will.

- Well, let’s say half my earnings,

that half’s left here with you.

- I don’t follow.

- I wish to buy her freedom, Wyatt.

- You what?

- I know what she did.

She told me last night.

Tell me, Wyatt, is she really any different than you or me?

- You’re serious.

$500?

- Hell, all of it, all 1,000 of it

if that’s what it takes to keep her from the noose.

- Fine.

500 will do.

But lemme tell you, Frank,

there’s a time when I thought I was fancied by a woman.

I’d go down to Tombstone, visit my brother Virgil.

Her name was Maddy.

Boy, we’d have ourselves a time, lemme tell you.

We’d go out on the town, play some pool, get some drinks.

Until one day she didn’t get her way.

She went on and tried to smear my name,

my reputation, divide my family.

No.

So Frank, I gotta look back on that time

and I gotta ask myself, was it worth it?

Hmm.

Around here, Frank, there’s some women

that’ll bite you faster than you can blink.

I’m trying to keep you from getting bit, that’s all.

So till Behan’s dead, that lady outlaw,

she spends the night with me in a cell.

Do you understand me?

(tense music)

- You agreed to what?

- Keep your voice down.

It’s not a deal I intend to keep.

- What happens when your business with Behan is finished?

Frank is going to expect you to hand me over to him.

- An expectation that won’t be met.

Behan rides as we speak.

When this is over,

I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe.

Even if that means-

- Say it.

- Even if that means that Frank has to die too.

- But you made a deal, you gave him your word.

- He’s a criminal.

- He is a widow and a very, very sad man.

He told me.

- Yeah, men say lots of things they don’t mean

in the presence of a pretty woman.

- What did you say? - Nothing.

- No, I heard you, you said something under your breath.

(gentle music)

- Love is finding someone that ruins your peace

and deciding you don’t want it back.

- Are you saying that you’re in love with me?

- No more than Frank is.

The only difference is I’m honest about it.

(gentle music)

(footsteps thud)

(floorboards creak)

Spend the day with him.

At dusk, I need you back here.

Am I clear?

Mary Lou, did you hear me?

- I heard you.

- [Wyatt] Very well.

(lively music)

- You see anything you like?

- I do now.

Careful.

Wyatt says you’re trouble.

- Can I tell you a secret?

- Please.

- I’ve never shot one of those things before.

- [Frank] But the stage coach.

- I mean I’ve shot one, I just dunno how to shoot.

- I see.

Well, is there a particular reason

you would need to know that skill?

- You never can tell.

I find myself in a pickle

having to choose one thing or another,

or one person or another.

- Are you flirting with me, Ma’am?

- Maybe.

- Well, darling, I think maybe we could remedy

that little not knowing how to shoot situation.

(footsteps thudding)

Now what are we doing?

Go on, tell me, what are we doing?

- Shooting.

- We are passing on a habit that keeps you breathing.

Every gun is different.

The weight of it, the feel.

Feel it first, this quiet stretch.

The wind, the dust, the time.

- All right.

- Two fingers like this.

High on the handle, thumb resting easy.

No white knuckles.

White knuckles mean fear and fear makes for bad shooting.

The gun don’t care if you’re nervous,

it only knows where you’re pointing it.

- Got it.

Like this.

- Mm-hmm, exactly.

All right, now stand open, not squared off like a soldier.

This ain’t no battlefield, it’s survival.

Knees loose, don’t lock up.

You lock up, that recoil is gonna teach you a lesson

you ain’t never gonna forget.

- Okay.

- Front side, always the front.

Rear don’t matter, target don’t matter.

You just look at that front side

like it owes you money, yeah?

(suspenseful music)

(gun clicks)

Okay, easy now.

You breathe, it breathes.

You jerk, the gun jerks.

Don’t pull it, ask it.

(suspenseful music)

(gun fires)

- Not bad, eh?

- Not bad.

Not bad at all.

But remember, anybody can fire a pistol.

Knowing when to and knowing when not to,

that takes a little longer.

- The sun will be setting soon.

Wyatt wants me in the cage tonight.

- What?

Why?

- Until this business between the two of you is done.

- I won’t let him hang you.

You’re no outlaw, I know it.

- No, Frank, you don’t know anything about me.

- Don’t say that.

I told Wyatt I wish to buy your freedom, he agreed.

- Sorry, Frank.

(gentle music)

(footsteps thudding)

(gentle music)

(door creaks)

(door slams)

- Something the matter?

See, Mary Lou, doing the right thing is hard

not ’cause we don’t know what it is,

but because it costs us something.

It asks us to give up comfort, pride, applause,

sometimes people.

The wrong choice, that’s usually louder,

just waiting there with open arms ready to accept you.

While the right one is standing there

quiet in that corner over there asking you to walk alone.

And you do it anyway not ’cause it feels good,

but ’cause regardless of how it feels in that moment,

you know that you’ll have to live with yourself

when all the noise dies down.

I just wanted to give you something to think about.

- Are you through yet?

(tense music)

(footsteps receding)

(tense music)

- Wyatt.

Behan’s here, he set up just outside of town.

(tense music)

- That wasn’t the arrangement.

- Well, he won’t ride in, is all.

Smells a trap.

- Well, then you go get him into town

or we don’t have a deal.

- And how the hell am I supposed to do that?

- Go figure it out.

(tense music)

(lively music)

Well?

- Behan’s horse a mile up that way.

Some old buildings out there too.

You want me to pay him a visit, flush him out?

- Take his temperature, lose the badge though.

- A ruse, then?

- A ruse.

And you know what to do.

Keep him talking till I arrive.

(dramatic music)

(chickens clucking)

(pigs snorting)

(dramatic music)

(Frank clears throat)

- I didn’t know anyone was gonna be in here.

- I didn’t mean to frighten you.

- Something happened that I should know about?

- You know some men can ride 1,000 miles across deserts,

rivers, hell itself,

and still not outrun the past.

- Well, I’ve seen men try.

- And I reckon that’s the problem.

Folks see me coming, they don’t see a man,

they see the name, the gun,

the story someone told about me over whiskey.

- Stories ain’t always the truth.

- Sometimes.

I’ve done things,

things that make it hard for a woman to see anything

but an outlaw.

- And yet here you are worrying about it.

(gentle music)

- I feel like I’m standing at the end of a long road

or at least to a grave no one bothers visiting.

- No.

The end of the road is only when a man stops asking

if he can be better.

- Do you think a man like me can just ride into any town

and become somebody else?

- No.

You don’t become somebody else,

you become the man you were always meant to be all along

one day at a time.

- Folks just forgive everything?

- Some won’t.

But you are not changing for them, right?

- You make it sound so simple.

- Simple, no.

Brave, very.

So what’s it gonna be?

- Hardest part, putting this thing down.

- Well, you can always start with that.

(gentle music)

(gun clicks)

- Don’t move an inch.

Turn around real slow like.

Hands where I can see them.

- [Jack] Easy now.

- I won’t ask again.

Turn slow.

(tense music)

- I don’t mean any harm, I’m out here by myself, no posse.

- What business do you have here?

- No business.

I’m just riding through, okay?

I just saw the horse.

- You aim to steal him?

Stealing from a sheriff,

that’s an offense punishable by the rope.

- Sheriff, I don’t aim nothing, okay?

I’m just out here waiting.

- Waiting for what?

- For Wyatt Earp.

You know him, yeah?

- Everyone knows Wyatt Earp.

He out here?

- I’m not sure, okay?

I’m on the run, he caught up with me.

- Why is Wyatt chasing you?

- Old Man Clanton.

- He out here?

- I ran with him 10 years in Mexico.

Past catch up to me.

- Why aren’t you riding with the Cowboys,

seeing as you’re one of Clanton’s men and all?

- ’Cause I heard of a secret meeting.

- Go on.

- Tombstone.

Your Cowboys, they’re in danger.

Wyatt and his brothers,

they’re gonna kill all them boys there.

Doc Holliday’s gonna get in on that action too.

- You telling me that Wyatt,

that Earps and Doc Holliday plan on ambushing the Cowboys?

- That’s right.

Right outside the O.K. Corral.

- Son of a bitch, Frank.

You no-good rotten river rat, two-face snake.

I ought to kill him myself.

Where is he?

- Well, well, well.

The coward himself.

That is some nickname you come up with, Sheriff.

(Wyatt laughs)

- Wyatt.

- Deputy, would you be so kind as to point a pistol

at this man?

- My pleasure.

- Who put you up to this?

Frank?

He bring me out here to meet my demise?

What’d you offer him?

What’d you offer him, Earp.

- That’s for me to know

and for you to never live long enough to find out.

- Killing a sheriff?

That’s a bit rich even for you.

- Marshal’s badge offers many perks.

- A duel.

- Afraid not.

It’s a younger man’s game.

I think I’ll just settle for shooting your ass dead

right here right now.

(tense music)

Frank.

What in the hell are you doing?

We had a deal.

- We did.

I want new terms.

- What new terms?

- Betty.

- Betty?

Who in the hell is Betty?

- Who’s Betty?

- She’s no one.

- The hell she is.

You gonna set her free and she’s leaving with me.

- Damn it, Frank, you have no clue what you’re doing.

- Try me.

I will shoot you dead.

- Here’s what’s gonna happen.

My deputy over here is gonna shoot Behan,

and I’m gonna go ahead and shoot you.

That is unless you stand down and take the deal, Frank.

- I told you, Wyatt, I can’t let you hang her.

- And what, you’re willing to just let your brother die

for that, for her?

You fucking coward.

- Enough.

I’m the goddamn sheriff here

and I’ll decide who’s gonna get shot,

and it sure as hell ain’t gonna be me.

- [Mary Lou] He’s right.

- Mary Lou?

- Who in the hell is this?

- It’s a long story, my name is not Betty.

- It’s not?

- Oh, hell.

Put the damn gun down before you hurt yourself.

- No chance, Wyatt.

You’ve made enough deals.

Frank gets to sit this one out.

- What?

- Wyatt’s true intention is to kill you

after he kills the sheriff.

- Mary Lou.

- No, Wyatt.

You don’t get to go around using people

in the name of the law anymore.

- I’m really confused.

- Me too.

Wyatt, what in the hell are we doing here?

(suspenseful music)

- You shouldn’t have come here.

- It’s too late for that.

(gun clicks)

(suspenseful music)

(guns firing) (dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(tense music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

- Wyatt, what the hell is going on?

Why is Mary Lou here?

And with Frank?

- It’s a long story, Jack.

When this is all over, I’ll try and explain it.

(dramatic music)

- All right, Behan,

come out first with your hands up.

- Go to hell, Earp.

- Yeah, I figured you’d say that, coward.

I can wait here as long as you can.

But know this, the trails are riddled with deputy marshals.

And even if you run, you won’t make it far.

Go that way quietly,

make sure there ain’t no head on the nails.

(dramatic music)

Well, what’s it gonna be, Sheriff?

- Eat shit, Earp.

The day you tell me what to do will be a cold day in hell.

I’ll wait as long as I have to for my men to come find me.

(guns firing)

(dramatic music)

(guns firing) (dramatic music)

(Mary Lou screams)

- This way.

- Frank, this way.

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

(Frank groaning)

You’ve been shot.

- [Frank] I’m fine. - No.

- It’s just my leg,

it’s not that bad. - [Mary Lou] No.

You need a doctor.

- That’s not gonna work.

- Wyatt.

Frank’s been shot, he needs a doctor.

- And?

- Damn it, Wyatt, you gave him your word.

- Oh, that ship has sailed, darling.

Once Behan is dead,

it’s off to the afterlife for him as well.

- What do we do?

(dramatic music)

(gun clicks)

(dramatic music)

(Behan panting)

(guns clicks)

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

- Wyatt.

What do you say we call it a draw?

We can finish this business between us in Tombstone.

- Not a chance in hell, Sheriff.

You coward.

You got us into this mess, I’m sure you’ll get us out.

(dramatic music)

- It’s worse.

You need a doctor.

If we don’t get you outta here soon,

you are not gonna make it through this.

- I did this for you, Betty.

- It’s Mary Lou.

- Mary Lou.

Right.

- Frank, there’s a lot that you don’t know about me.

- Really, like what?

- When we make it outta this mess, we’ll talk, yeah?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

You stay here, don’t move.

(both panting) (gentle music)

(Mary Lou grunts)

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

- Mary Lou?

(gun fires)

Mary Lou.

(tense music)

- Oh, Behan, why all the running?

I just wanted to say hi.

(tense music)

(Wyatt laughs)

You in there?

You can run but you can’t hide.

Call yourself the sheriff?

Well, I’m the law.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)

(tense music)

(Mary Lou panting)

- All right, I reckon we’ve been out here long enough.

Show yourselves, let’s finish it.

- You shouldn’t have stuck your nose

in this business, little lady.

(gun fires)

(tense music)

- Wyatt.

(tense music)

- Nice shot.

Sheriff’s dead.

Frank and I had a deal and you’re not part of it.

- Don’t kill him, Wyatt.

- You might wanna lower that side piece.

- You’ll have to murder me first.

- Or we can come up with a new compromise,

seeing as Frank will most definitely bleed out come sundown.

- I’m listening.

(dramatic music)

- I ride into Tombstone in the morning,

bring the news of Behan’s death,

me and my brothers deal with the Cowboys.

Frank, your kin is not to be harmed,

you have my word on that.

- Your word?

- That’s right.

And I give you that $500 we agreed upon

if you agree to one more thing.

- What’s that?

- Once Mary Lou patches you up,

you stay in Dead River so you can look after her.

Jack will ride back,

make sure you see a doctor at my expense.

How does that sound to you?

- It’s a deal.

- All right then.

Farewell to you both.

(gentle music)

(lively music)

(Wyatt sighs)

Well, old friend, it’s great to see you.

Here, let me help you up.

Oh, that’s right, you’re dead.

Huh, I’ll be damned.

Well, Wyatt Earp at your service.

(lively music)

- Morning.

- Morning.

- Wyatt sent this.

Makes us whole again.

- I suppose it does.

(dramatic music)

- Whoa.

(dramatic music)

- Jack.

I didn’t think I’d be seeing you back here so fast.

- Rode straight in from Tombstone.

- Wyatt?

- He took care of the Cowboys.

As soon as the Earps and Doc Holliday showed themselves

in the street,

30 seconds later, it was over.

- Where’s Wyatt at now?

- He’s riding after the Leavings.

- Long ride I’m sure.

Will you be staying long with us, Deputy?

- Long enough to have a drink.

- You remember the way?

- Of course.

(dramatic music)

- I think a drink sounds pretty nice.

(dramatic music)

(footsteps receding)

(dramatic music)