Wyatt Earp 2 (2026) Movie Script
1
(dramatic music)
- Town has always had trouble.
What worries me is
when a stranger shows
up right before it.
- Well, you think Im
the kind that brings it?
Trouble?
(gun clicks)
Adios, Harlan.
(gun fires)
(dramatic music)
- Hes 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)
- Were chasing?
- I believe we are.
After you.
(dramatic music)
- Hey.
Thats far enough,
dont you think?
(hit thuds)
(dramatic music)
- Look what the cat dragged in.
- Your deputy hit me
in the goddamn face.
- Oh.
- And wheres my pistol?
- Oh, I think my
deputys 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.
Ill be damned.
Outlaw leader, look
up, cattle rustler.
I hear youre a wanted man
in half the state of Arizona.
Is that right?
Youre gonna speak up?
Nows your turn to speak.
Plead your case perhaps?
Very well.
Guess well settle
the payment in full.
Bullets 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, theyll
just take over my operation.
- No doubt escalating violence
in the region will happen.
But we will stop them
from moving cattle south.
- Youll 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 dont get it, do you?
Killing me just brings
more trouble to Tombstone.
- Well, I guess as
the saying goes,
well 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?
- Didnt see much a
choice in the matter.
- Why didnt you
ride in to Tombstone?
Whyd you come here?
- Truthfully,
Im on the lam,
keeping a low profile.
- Youre on the run.
- You ever heard
of Cochise County?
Its in Arizona.
Well, theres a sheriff there,
crooked as a mountain pass.
Names John Behan.
Word of Old Man Clantons
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.
- Hes after you?
But youre a law man, dont
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, youre here, now what?
(lively music)
- Afternoon.
- You must be Johnson.
- I am.
You must be Frank McLaury.
Which is funny cause I
wouldve 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 its hard to find
if you dont know what
youre looking for.
- I know where the hell it is.
I just need to know there
wont be any trouble
when I get there.
- Why would there be trouble?
- Theres 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 wont 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.
- Havent 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, arent you on?
- I prefer to think
of it as excitement.
- [Mary Lou] I dont
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?
Im not offering you
anything but some coin.
And I promise that after this,
after this, you wont
be seeing me again.
- Wheres Jack?
- Tombstone.
- Tombstone?
- With my brothers and Doc.
Hes 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 thats what
this is, action?
What happened to you liking
all the silence and being alone
and all that nonsense?
- I lied.
Im 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, youre pretending
to be my prisoner.
- Why?
- Because thats the game.
Now stop asking me
so many questions,
I wont answer them anyways.
- Is that right?
- Yes, thats right.
Mainly cause I know youll
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?
Shes 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 didnt come
for a rumor, Frank.
You came cause the
clocks ticking,
you want to hear how loud.
- I came cause clocks
stop when men stop them.
Thought maybe youd like
to know the minute hand
before it cuts you.
- Informations got a price.
You looking to sell
or feel important?
- Both, if Im being honest.
Cowboys dont like loose ends.
They dont like your
brothers breathing.
- Names dont
interest me, plans do.
- Plans change, intent doesnt.
Ikes gone, Toms restless.
Virgil wearing that
badge like its ironclad.
They think youre gonna walk
them down, same as always.
- When?
- Soon enough if
tempers dont cool.
Late morning, sun
high, pride higher.
They want the streets narrow.
- They want theater, dont they?
- They want you to blink.
If you dont, they
make an example.
Virgil first, hes the law.
Break him, the rest scatters.
- Where?
- Near the back
lots, horses tied.
- If I buy all this,
whats your price?
- Whats her story?
- Names Betty.
Wanted for knocking
off a stage coach.
She took the lives of
an innocent family too.
- Is that right?
- Thats right.
- This shooting business,
youd advise me to avoid it?
- Id 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 finders fee.
And on top of that,
youre not to be harmed in
the melee at the O.K. Corral.
Now, Virgil will want
Behan to be redistributed.
Your brother Thomas
wont 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 lets 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, youre
good-looking, arent 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] Im
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 days 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 strangers
cough in the dust of the trail.
(somber music)
By the third night, she
couldnt keep water down.
And by the fifth,
she was talking to people
who werent even there.
When she died, the
house didnt 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 wouldnt
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)
Whyd 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 didnt 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.
- Im not sleeping,
I was just resting
my face and whatnot.
What the hell are
you doing here?
Wheres Frank?
Dont tell me hes dead.
- Hes asleep, passed out drunk.
Im only pretending to
be a murderer, remember?
- Of course.
- Gosh, I hope you
know what youre doing.
- I do.
Tell me, have I ever
steered you off?
Ever?
- What happens when the
sheriff gets to town?
- Behan?
Its simple, I kill him.
- Kill him?
- Thats right.
Right out there in the street.
- You are a law man, right?
And yet you talk about
murder like its some novel
that you read by the fire,
like its some noble thing
that only the best man can do,
while in reality, anyone
can take another mans life.
- Well, like you said, you
not actually a criminal.
So you wouldnt
understand, would you?
Thats 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 wouldnt
play along becomes a target.
So if you ask, why
take their lives?
Well, whats simple in my eyes.
My lifes more
important than theirs.
Wyatt Earp is a name,
a name, a badge, a gun,
and a harrowing reputation.
- Youre saying
wearing that badge
doesnt 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 youd
be happier this way.
- And what way is that?
- In my company.
- You like her?
- Shes beautiful.
Whats her name?
- Honey.
- She looks like a Honey.
- Yeah.
My brother Thomas named her.
Shes 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,
thats 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, dont you?
Betty?
- The outlaw?
Yeah.
Yeah, she is mighty pretty.
- You know shes as testy as
a Texas rattler, dont you?
- And yet you let
her out of her cage.
- To keep you entertained.
But I dont 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, lets say
half my earnings,
that halfs left here with you.
- I dont 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?
- Youre serious.
$500?
- Hell, all of it,
all 1,000 of it
if thats what it takes to
keep her from the noose.
- Fine.
500 will do.
But lemme tell you, Frank,
theres a time when I thought
I was fancied by a woman.
Id go down to Tombstone,
visit my brother Virgil.
Her name was Maddy.
Boy, wed have ourselves
a time, lemme tell you.
Wed go out on the town, play
some pool, get some drinks.
Until one day she
didnt 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,
theres some women
thatll bite you faster
than you can blink.
Im trying to keep you from
getting bit, thats all.
So till Behans 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.
Its 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 wont be met.
Behan rides as we speak.
When this is over,
Ill 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.
- Hes a criminal.
- He is a widow and
a very, very sad man.
He told me.
- Yeah, men say lots of
things they dont 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
dont want it back.
- Are you saying that
youre in love with me?
- No more than Frank is.
The only difference is
Im 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 youre trouble.
- Can I tell you a secret?
- Please.
- Ive never shot one
of those things before.
- [Frank] But the stage coach.
- I mean Ive 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, Maam?
- 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 dont care
if youre nervous,
it only knows where
youre pointing it.
- Got it.
Like this.
- Mm-hmm, exactly.
All right, now stand open, not
squared off like a soldier.
This aint no battlefield,
its survival.
Knees loose, dont lock up.
You lock up, that recoil
is gonna teach you a lesson
you aint never gonna forget.
- Okay.
- Front side, always the front.
Rear dont matter,
target dont 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.
Dont 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 wont let him hang you.
Youre no outlaw, I know it.
- No, Frank, you dont
know anything about me.
- Dont 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 dont
know what it is,
but because it
costs us something.
It asks us to give up
comfort, pride, applause,
sometimes people.
The wrong choice,
thats 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 youll 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.
Behans here, he set up
just outside of town.
(tense music)
- That wasnt the arrangement.
- Well, he wont
ride in, is all.
Smells a trap.
- Well, then you go
get him into town
or we dont have a deal.
- And how the hell am
I supposed to do that?
- Go figure it out.
(tense music)
(lively music)
Well?
- Behans 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 didnt know anyone
was gonna be in here.
- I didnt 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, Ive seen men try.
- And I reckon
thats the problem.
Folks see me coming,
they dont see a man,
they see the name, the gun,
the story someone told
about me over whiskey.
- Stories aint
always the truth.
- Sometimes.
Ive 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 Im 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 dont 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 wont.
But you are not changing
for them, right?
- You make it sound so simple.
- Simple, no.
Brave, very.
So whats it gonna be?
- Hardest part, putting
this thing down.
- Well, you can always
start with that.
(gentle music)
(gun clicks)
- Dont move an inch.
Turn around real slow like.
Hands where I can see them.
- [Jack] Easy now.
- I wont ask again.
Turn slow.
(tense music)
- I dont mean any harm, Im
out here by myself, no posse.
- What business
do you have here?
- No business.
Im just riding through, okay?
I just saw the horse.
- You aim to steal him?
Stealing from a sheriff,
thats an offense
punishable by the rope.
- Sheriff, I dont
aim nothing, okay?
Im just out here waiting.
- Waiting for what?
- For Wyatt Earp.
You know him, yeah?
- Everyone knows Wyatt Earp.
He out here?
- Im not sure, okay?
Im 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 arent you riding
with the Cowboys,
seeing as youre one of
Clantons men and all?
- Cause I heard of
a secret meeting.
- Go on.
- Tombstone.
Your Cowboys, theyre in danger.
Wyatt and his brothers,
theyre gonna kill
all them boys there.
Doc Hollidays gonna get
in on that action too.
- You telling me that Wyatt,
that Earps and Doc Holliday
plan on ambushing the Cowboys?
- Thats 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?
Whatd you offer him?
Whatd you offer him, Earp.
- Thats for me to know
and for you to never live
long enough to find out.
- Killing a sheriff?
Thats a bit rich even for you.
- Marshals badge
offers many perks.
- A duel.
- Afraid not.
Its a younger mans game.
I think Ill 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?
- Whos Betty?
- Shes no one.
- The hell she is.
You gonna set her free
and shes leaving with me.
- Damn it, Frank, you have
no clue what youre doing.
- Try me.
I will shoot you dead.
- Heres whats gonna happen.
My deputy over here
is gonna shoot Behan,
and Im gonna go
ahead and shoot you.
That is unless you stand down
and take the deal, Frank.
- I told you, Wyatt, I
cant let you hang her.
- And what, youre willing
to just let your brother die
for that, for her?
You fucking coward.
- Enough.
Im the goddamn sheriff here
and Ill decide
whos gonna get shot,
and it sure as hell
aint gonna be me.
- [Mary Lou] Hes right.
- Mary Lou?
- Who in the hell is this?
- Its a long story,
my name is not Betty.
- Its not?
- Oh, hell.
Put the damn gun down
before you hurt yourself.
- No chance, Wyatt.
Youve made enough deals.
Frank gets to sit this one out.
- What?
- Wyatts true
intention is to kill you
after he kills the sheriff.
- Mary Lou.
- No, Wyatt.
You dont get to go
around using people
in the name of the law anymore.
- Im really confused.
- Me too.
Wyatt, what in the
hell are we doing here?
(suspenseful music)
- You shouldnt have come here.
- Its 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?
- Its a long story, Jack.
When this is all over,
Ill try and explain it.
(dramatic music)
- All right, Behan,
come out first
with your hands up.
- Go to hell, Earp.
- Yeah, I figured
youd 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 wont make it far.
Go that way quietly,
make sure there aint
no head on the nails.
(dramatic music)
Well, whats it
gonna be, Sheriff?
- Eat shit, Earp.
The day you tell me what to
do will be a cold day in hell.
Ill 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)
Youve been shot.
- [Frank] Im fine.
- No.
- Its just my leg,
its not that bad.
- [Mary Lou] No.
You need a doctor.
- Thats not gonna work.
- Wyatt.
Franks 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,
its 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,
Im sure youll get us out.
(dramatic music)
- Its worse.
You need a doctor.
If we dont get you
outta here soon,
you are not gonna
make it through this.
- I did this for you, Betty.
- Its Mary Lou.
- Mary Lou.
Right.
- Frank, theres a lot that
you dont know about me.
- Really, like what?
- When we make it outta
this mess, well talk, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
You stay here, dont 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 cant hide.
Call yourself the sheriff?
Well, Im 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 weve
been out here long enough.
Show yourselves,
lets finish it.
- You shouldnt
have stuck your nose
in this business, little lady.
(gun fires)
(tense music)
- Wyatt.
(tense music)
- Nice shot.
Sheriffs dead.
Frank and I had a deal
and youre not part of it.
- Dont kill him, Wyatt.
- You might wanna
lower that side piece.
- Youll have to
murder me first.
- Or we can come up
with a new compromise,
seeing as Frank will
most definitely bleed
out come sundown.
- Im listening.
(dramatic music)
- I ride into Tombstone
in the morning,
bring the news of Behans 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?
- Thats right.
And I give you that
$500 we agreed upon
if you agree to one more thing.
- Whats 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?
- Its a deal.
- All right then.
Farewell to you both.
(gentle music)
(lively music)
(Wyatt sighs)
Well, old friend,
its great to see you.
Here, let me help you up.
Oh, thats right, youre dead.
Huh, Ill 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 didnt think Id 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.
- Wheres Wyatt at now?
- Hes riding
after the Leavings.
- Long ride Im 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)
(dramatic music)
- Town has always had trouble.
What worries me is
when a stranger shows
up right before it.
- Well, you think Im
the kind that brings it?
Trouble?
(gun clicks)
Adios, Harlan.
(gun fires)
(dramatic music)
- Hes 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)
- Were chasing?
- I believe we are.
After you.
(dramatic music)
- Hey.
Thats far enough,
dont you think?
(hit thuds)
(dramatic music)
- Look what the cat dragged in.
- Your deputy hit me
in the goddamn face.
- Oh.
- And wheres my pistol?
- Oh, I think my
deputys 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.
Ill be damned.
Outlaw leader, look
up, cattle rustler.
I hear youre a wanted man
in half the state of Arizona.
Is that right?
Youre gonna speak up?
Nows your turn to speak.
Plead your case perhaps?
Very well.
Guess well settle
the payment in full.
Bullets 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, theyll
just take over my operation.
- No doubt escalating violence
in the region will happen.
But we will stop them
from moving cattle south.
- Youll 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 dont get it, do you?
Killing me just brings
more trouble to Tombstone.
- Well, I guess as
the saying goes,
well 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?
- Didnt see much a
choice in the matter.
- Why didnt you
ride in to Tombstone?
Whyd you come here?
- Truthfully,
Im on the lam,
keeping a low profile.
- Youre on the run.
- You ever heard
of Cochise County?
Its in Arizona.
Well, theres a sheriff there,
crooked as a mountain pass.
Names John Behan.
Word of Old Man Clantons
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.
- Hes after you?
But youre a law man, dont
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, youre here, now what?
(lively music)
- Afternoon.
- You must be Johnson.
- I am.
You must be Frank McLaury.
Which is funny cause I
wouldve 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 its hard to find
if you dont know what
youre looking for.
- I know where the hell it is.
I just need to know there
wont be any trouble
when I get there.
- Why would there be trouble?
- Theres 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 wont 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.
- Havent 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, arent you on?
- I prefer to think
of it as excitement.
- [Mary Lou] I dont
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?
Im not offering you
anything but some coin.
And I promise that after this,
after this, you wont
be seeing me again.
- Wheres Jack?
- Tombstone.
- Tombstone?
- With my brothers and Doc.
Hes 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 thats what
this is, action?
What happened to you liking
all the silence and being alone
and all that nonsense?
- I lied.
Im 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, youre pretending
to be my prisoner.
- Why?
- Because thats the game.
Now stop asking me
so many questions,
I wont answer them anyways.
- Is that right?
- Yes, thats right.
Mainly cause I know youll
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?
Shes 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 didnt come
for a rumor, Frank.
You came cause the
clocks ticking,
you want to hear how loud.
- I came cause clocks
stop when men stop them.
Thought maybe youd like
to know the minute hand
before it cuts you.
- Informations got a price.
You looking to sell
or feel important?
- Both, if Im being honest.
Cowboys dont like loose ends.
They dont like your
brothers breathing.
- Names dont
interest me, plans do.
- Plans change, intent doesnt.
Ikes gone, Toms restless.
Virgil wearing that
badge like its ironclad.
They think youre gonna walk
them down, same as always.
- When?
- Soon enough if
tempers dont cool.
Late morning, sun
high, pride higher.
They want the streets narrow.
- They want theater, dont they?
- They want you to blink.
If you dont, they
make an example.
Virgil first, hes the law.
Break him, the rest scatters.
- Where?
- Near the back
lots, horses tied.
- If I buy all this,
whats your price?
- Whats her story?
- Names Betty.
Wanted for knocking
off a stage coach.
She took the lives of
an innocent family too.
- Is that right?
- Thats right.
- This shooting business,
youd advise me to avoid it?
- Id 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 finders fee.
And on top of that,
youre not to be harmed in
the melee at the O.K. Corral.
Now, Virgil will want
Behan to be redistributed.
Your brother Thomas
wont 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 lets 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, youre
good-looking, arent 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] Im
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 days 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 strangers
cough in the dust of the trail.
(somber music)
By the third night, she
couldnt keep water down.
And by the fifth,
she was talking to people
who werent even there.
When she died, the
house didnt 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 wouldnt
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)
Whyd 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 didnt 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.
- Im not sleeping,
I was just resting
my face and whatnot.
What the hell are
you doing here?
Wheres Frank?
Dont tell me hes dead.
- Hes asleep, passed out drunk.
Im only pretending to
be a murderer, remember?
- Of course.
- Gosh, I hope you
know what youre doing.
- I do.
Tell me, have I ever
steered you off?
Ever?
- What happens when the
sheriff gets to town?
- Behan?
Its simple, I kill him.
- Kill him?
- Thats right.
Right out there in the street.
- You are a law man, right?
And yet you talk about
murder like its some novel
that you read by the fire,
like its some noble thing
that only the best man can do,
while in reality, anyone
can take another mans life.
- Well, like you said, you
not actually a criminal.
So you wouldnt
understand, would you?
Thats 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 wouldnt
play along becomes a target.
So if you ask, why
take their lives?
Well, whats simple in my eyes.
My lifes more
important than theirs.
Wyatt Earp is a name,
a name, a badge, a gun,
and a harrowing reputation.
- Youre saying
wearing that badge
doesnt 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 youd
be happier this way.
- And what way is that?
- In my company.
- You like her?
- Shes beautiful.
Whats her name?
- Honey.
- She looks like a Honey.
- Yeah.
My brother Thomas named her.
Shes 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,
thats 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, dont you?
Betty?
- The outlaw?
Yeah.
Yeah, she is mighty pretty.
- You know shes as testy as
a Texas rattler, dont you?
- And yet you let
her out of her cage.
- To keep you entertained.
But I dont 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, lets say
half my earnings,
that halfs left here with you.
- I dont 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?
- Youre serious.
$500?
- Hell, all of it,
all 1,000 of it
if thats what it takes to
keep her from the noose.
- Fine.
500 will do.
But lemme tell you, Frank,
theres a time when I thought
I was fancied by a woman.
Id go down to Tombstone,
visit my brother Virgil.
Her name was Maddy.
Boy, wed have ourselves
a time, lemme tell you.
Wed go out on the town, play
some pool, get some drinks.
Until one day she
didnt 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,
theres some women
thatll bite you faster
than you can blink.
Im trying to keep you from
getting bit, thats all.
So till Behans 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.
Its 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 wont be met.
Behan rides as we speak.
When this is over,
Ill 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.
- Hes a criminal.
- He is a widow and
a very, very sad man.
He told me.
- Yeah, men say lots of
things they dont 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
dont want it back.
- Are you saying that
youre in love with me?
- No more than Frank is.
The only difference is
Im 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 youre trouble.
- Can I tell you a secret?
- Please.
- Ive never shot one
of those things before.
- [Frank] But the stage coach.
- I mean Ive 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, Maam?
- 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 dont care
if youre nervous,
it only knows where
youre pointing it.
- Got it.
Like this.
- Mm-hmm, exactly.
All right, now stand open, not
squared off like a soldier.
This aint no battlefield,
its survival.
Knees loose, dont lock up.
You lock up, that recoil
is gonna teach you a lesson
you aint never gonna forget.
- Okay.
- Front side, always the front.
Rear dont matter,
target dont 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.
Dont 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 wont let him hang you.
Youre no outlaw, I know it.
- No, Frank, you dont
know anything about me.
- Dont 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 dont
know what it is,
but because it
costs us something.
It asks us to give up
comfort, pride, applause,
sometimes people.
The wrong choice,
thats 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 youll 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.
Behans here, he set up
just outside of town.
(tense music)
- That wasnt the arrangement.
- Well, he wont
ride in, is all.
Smells a trap.
- Well, then you go
get him into town
or we dont have a deal.
- And how the hell am
I supposed to do that?
- Go figure it out.
(tense music)
(lively music)
Well?
- Behans 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 didnt know anyone
was gonna be in here.
- I didnt 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, Ive seen men try.
- And I reckon
thats the problem.
Folks see me coming,
they dont see a man,
they see the name, the gun,
the story someone told
about me over whiskey.
- Stories aint
always the truth.
- Sometimes.
Ive 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 Im 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 dont 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 wont.
But you are not changing
for them, right?
- You make it sound so simple.
- Simple, no.
Brave, very.
So whats it gonna be?
- Hardest part, putting
this thing down.
- Well, you can always
start with that.
(gentle music)
(gun clicks)
- Dont move an inch.
Turn around real slow like.
Hands where I can see them.
- [Jack] Easy now.
- I wont ask again.
Turn slow.
(tense music)
- I dont mean any harm, Im
out here by myself, no posse.
- What business
do you have here?
- No business.
Im just riding through, okay?
I just saw the horse.
- You aim to steal him?
Stealing from a sheriff,
thats an offense
punishable by the rope.
- Sheriff, I dont
aim nothing, okay?
Im just out here waiting.
- Waiting for what?
- For Wyatt Earp.
You know him, yeah?
- Everyone knows Wyatt Earp.
He out here?
- Im not sure, okay?
Im 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 arent you riding
with the Cowboys,
seeing as youre one of
Clantons men and all?
- Cause I heard of
a secret meeting.
- Go on.
- Tombstone.
Your Cowboys, theyre in danger.
Wyatt and his brothers,
theyre gonna kill
all them boys there.
Doc Hollidays gonna get
in on that action too.
- You telling me that Wyatt,
that Earps and Doc Holliday
plan on ambushing the Cowboys?
- Thats 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?
Whatd you offer him?
Whatd you offer him, Earp.
- Thats for me to know
and for you to never live
long enough to find out.
- Killing a sheriff?
Thats a bit rich even for you.
- Marshals badge
offers many perks.
- A duel.
- Afraid not.
Its a younger mans game.
I think Ill 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?
- Whos Betty?
- Shes no one.
- The hell she is.
You gonna set her free
and shes leaving with me.
- Damn it, Frank, you have
no clue what youre doing.
- Try me.
I will shoot you dead.
- Heres whats gonna happen.
My deputy over here
is gonna shoot Behan,
and Im gonna go
ahead and shoot you.
That is unless you stand down
and take the deal, Frank.
- I told you, Wyatt, I
cant let you hang her.
- And what, youre willing
to just let your brother die
for that, for her?
You fucking coward.
- Enough.
Im the goddamn sheriff here
and Ill decide
whos gonna get shot,
and it sure as hell
aint gonna be me.
- [Mary Lou] Hes right.
- Mary Lou?
- Who in the hell is this?
- Its a long story,
my name is not Betty.
- Its not?
- Oh, hell.
Put the damn gun down
before you hurt yourself.
- No chance, Wyatt.
Youve made enough deals.
Frank gets to sit this one out.
- What?
- Wyatts true
intention is to kill you
after he kills the sheriff.
- Mary Lou.
- No, Wyatt.
You dont get to go
around using people
in the name of the law anymore.
- Im really confused.
- Me too.
Wyatt, what in the
hell are we doing here?
(suspenseful music)
- You shouldnt have come here.
- Its 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?
- Its a long story, Jack.
When this is all over,
Ill try and explain it.
(dramatic music)
- All right, Behan,
come out first
with your hands up.
- Go to hell, Earp.
- Yeah, I figured
youd 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 wont make it far.
Go that way quietly,
make sure there aint
no head on the nails.
(dramatic music)
Well, whats it
gonna be, Sheriff?
- Eat shit, Earp.
The day you tell me what to
do will be a cold day in hell.
Ill 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)
Youve been shot.
- [Frank] Im fine.
- No.
- Its just my leg,
its not that bad.
- [Mary Lou] No.
You need a doctor.
- Thats not gonna work.
- Wyatt.
Franks 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,
its 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,
Im sure youll get us out.
(dramatic music)
- Its worse.
You need a doctor.
If we dont get you
outta here soon,
you are not gonna
make it through this.
- I did this for you, Betty.
- Its Mary Lou.
- Mary Lou.
Right.
- Frank, theres a lot that
you dont know about me.
- Really, like what?
- When we make it outta
this mess, well talk, yeah?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
You stay here, dont 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 cant hide.
Call yourself the sheriff?
Well, Im 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 weve
been out here long enough.
Show yourselves,
lets finish it.
- You shouldnt
have stuck your nose
in this business, little lady.
(gun fires)
(tense music)
- Wyatt.
(tense music)
- Nice shot.
Sheriffs dead.
Frank and I had a deal
and youre not part of it.
- Dont kill him, Wyatt.
- You might wanna
lower that side piece.
- Youll have to
murder me first.
- Or we can come up
with a new compromise,
seeing as Frank will
most definitely bleed
out come sundown.
- Im listening.
(dramatic music)
- I ride into Tombstone
in the morning,
bring the news of Behans 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?
- Thats right.
And I give you that
$500 we agreed upon
if you agree to one more thing.
- Whats 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?
- Its a deal.
- All right then.
Farewell to you both.
(gentle music)
(lively music)
(Wyatt sighs)
Well, old friend,
its great to see you.
Here, let me help you up.
Oh, thats right, youre dead.
Huh, Ill 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 didnt think Id 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.
- Wheres Wyatt at now?
- Hes riding
after the Leavings.
- Long ride Im 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)