Oh, get off the straight, Clanton.
Hardy's my prisoner.
Oh, that's too bad, because if he ain't out of here in two minutes, his friend Regret
here is going to swing in his place.
You've a good chance of swinging.
It's your last chance to hide.
And your last chance of getting out.
Holiday!
Send your men home, Clanton.
Holiday's my prisoner.
Only as long as he wants to be, I reckon.
What do you say, Doc?
You going to let your partner die for something you done?
Stay where you are, Doctor.
They're bluffing.
If you believe that boy, you're going to be a powerful surprise in a few minutes.
I really think I must go out there.
Appreciate your feelings, Doc, but I can't let you.
But I might be able to convince them that I'm not Doc Holiday.
I can't just stand here and allow them to hang Stephen.
Keep them talking, Pat.
I'm going to try and work around behind them.
But look, what can I do?
You can stay out of sight.
Lay him out, Banner.
He'll try to get out.
This is his suffering.
Hey, hey, quiet, Sid, Doc.
Just shut up and be quiet.
Ready, ma'am.
Under protest.
Time's about up, Holiday.
You coming out?
You're asking for it, Clanton.
Time's about to run out for you, too, I reckon.
Don't look that way to me.
Not from where I'm standing.
Where you're standing, boy, is right in line with my shotgun.
I'd keep real quiet if I was you.
Why, you...
Go on and draw, Billy.
I'd like that, fine.
Hold it, Billy.
Plan like we planned.
Holiday, ain't you even going to come out and tell your old friend goodbye?
Oh, dear, dear, what on earth is Mr. Worf doing?
It's leaving things too late.
You'll be known to do that, mister.
It's no right to take chances with Stephen's life.
Those men mean what they say.
Didn't you think why to be risking his neck out there?
Not risking his neck.
I really must go out.
Yeah, well, I know how you feel, friend, but if you don't quit hopping about like a jackrabbit,
I'm going to have to lay you out so cold you'll freeze.
Oh, okay, then, bring him out.
Hurry, Mr. Reade!
Fred, if you was going to have a chance, I suggest you choose your friends better in
future.
What?
What's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
What's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Oh, my God, what's that?
Pa, come on, Pa, nobody's worth that.
Not worth it?
If I had the sons that could do the job
without getting all fouled up, I wouldn't have to pay it.
But I am, now I need a top gun.
Listen, Pa, when the citizens committee hear
what we got on earth, they will-
The citizens committee pack of female-minded old women
think they're gonna run him out of office
on a gunner, would you tell them?
Come on.
We'll get holiday, Pa.
All we need is time.
All you need is guts, boy.
And all I need is Johnny Ringo,
so find out where he's at and get him on out of the ranch.
Okay, Pa.
Now, we'll be getting there.
Yes, Dodo, well, my boy,
I presumably should have spent the evening in her room.
Pardon me, but are you alluding to your friend,
Miss Dodo DuPont?
Of course, of course.
Well, I'm sorry, folks, but she ain't in her room no more.
Why, what ever for?
On account she checked out a while back.
Checked out?
But she lit out after the killing with Doc Holiday.
Was with him when he shot Seth Harper,
right where you're standing.
What, she was with Holiday?
Surely was.
Him, her, and Kate lit out together,
friendly as you please.
Look, surely she left a message of some sort.
Now, mister, if you're involved in the killing,
you don't leave no messages, you git.
We'd rather find her.
Fast.
Well, friend, you wanna find her, you find Doc Holiday.
Now, don't be ridiculous.
Doc Holiday's a great friend of mine.
He gave me a gun, he extracted my tooth,
could race me, what more do you want?
Come along, boy, come along, come along.
Doc, he's a dumb enough.
His next extraction's gonna be a bullet.
♪ It's your last chance of boozing ♪
♪ Where there's no one to mind ♪
♪ It's your last chance of losing ♪
♪ And the first place you find ♪
♪ Is the place where you'll find me ♪
I reckon this'll do us for the night, Kate.
There's a bar right across the street
and a gambling saloon real close.
Doc, we ain't far enough out of Tombstone.
We could've ridden 30, 40 miles a morning.
There ain't no sense in riding too far
when we may have to go back again real soon.
Come on, Kate.
But, Doc.
Come on, will you?
Back to Tombstone, Doc.
Kate, look, I promised Wyatt I'd stay close.
Yeah, and Wyatt just got through driving out, remember?
Yeah, he'll be wanting me back again
as soon as the real trouble starts.
Real trouble?
Now, look, Kate.
There's only him and Madison to handle things.
If old man Clanton should try to throw anything against him,
I've gotta get back.
I've got to get back too, remember?
Sure.
I promised the little lady that I'd see her back home
with her friends.
Now, Kate, you know that a gentleman
has to take account of these things.
Right now, I'm going to rustle up some food for us all.
Oh, him and his promises.
Nice to find someone who keeps their word.
That's all he ever kept in his life, honey.
Lost everything else he ever had.
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Ah!
Not again!
It's all right, ladies.
It's all right.
I just ran into an old friend,
and he, uh, he kind of lost his appetite.
It's your last chance of earning
your gunfighter's fee.
The pay is in dollars,
but the bullets are free.
It's your last chance of cussing
at a gunfighter's due.
It's your last chance of nothing.
It's the last chance to lose.
Sorry, strangers.
Bar is closed.
Is that so?
You can just open it off again.
Now, see here.
Ringo.
Johnny Ringster.
Shut up.
Give me a drink.
Yes, sir, Mr. Ringo.
What'll it be, sir?
Double street.
Hey.
How come you know my name?
I guess everybody.
I mean,
well, I sure not heard about you.
What have you heard?
Well,
nothing, sir.
Nothing at all.
So what's your name?
Charlie, sir.
Charlie, eh?
So you ain't heard nothing about me?
No, no.
I ain't.
Ain't very flattering, is it?
I guess not.
I mean,
well, what I was meaning was.
Yeah, go on, go on, Charlie.
I heard something about you this evening,
as a matter of fact.
Couple of boys was asking after you.
Who?
Two of the Clintons.
Iken, Billy, it was.
And what was they asking?
Well, they said to try and get work to you.
As their pa will pay you 500
if you'll throw in with them again wider.
Got business of my own to settle first.
Personal business with Doc Holliday.
Now, Mr. Ringo, excuse me,
and it ain't strictly none of my business,
but I reckon that'll suit him just fine.
Because they're a-laying for Holliday, too.
Is that so?
Then here's something else you can tell him.
Holliday's mine.
I trailed him clear away from Fort Griffin, understand?
Yeah, sure, Mr. Ringo.
Well, give it here.
I'll do the pouring.
You sure got the shakes real bad.
It's, it's on the house, sir.
I never figured different.
I can't wait to see Wyatt Earp's face
when he hears you're going against him.
Planning on telling him?
Why, no, Mr. Ringo.
I was only saying that...
Doc, you shoddy Charlie.
You say too much, huh?
I won't say nothing to nobody.
Now, ain't that just the truth?
Hey, Charlie.
Hey, Charlie.
Good night, Charlie.
So it's curtains for Charlie,
that bomber of fame.
He met Johnny Ringo
and he knew Johnny's name.
He knew Johnny's name
and he spoke it out loud.
Now, Charlie the Bomber
has gotten a shroud.
You ready to leave?
I'm ready to jump like a mountain hare.
You come bursting in here like that, missy.
You said you were taking me back to my friends today.
Today or the day after.
You promised.
I promised to take you back safe home
and I will do so in my own good time.
We're leaving now.
What you aiming to do with that there offensive weapon?
Shoot you if I have to.
Now, how you reckon get back to Tombstone without me?
I shall try not to kill you.
I shall aim for your arm.
That's real thoughtful.
Just at the moment you're aiming right between my eyes.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Is that better?
It's an improvement.
Right, now take me back to Tombstone.
Well, seems like I ain't got no alternative.
No, Dr. Holliday.
I don't believe you have.
Then I promise on my oath as a gentleman of Georgia
that I will take you back to Tombstone by nightfall.
Oh, thank goodness for that.
Would you mind getting me a glass of water?
Yes, sure.
I feel rather faint.
Now, what in Hades goes on here?
The little lady and I have to go right back to Tombstone right away.
Oh, and what about me?
You stay here and I'll come back and get you.
Stay here?
Doc Holliday, you ain't planning on running out.
For the first time in my life,
I have just been taken, beaten to the drop.
Oh, I honestly didn't want to have to shoot you.
And I didn't want to have to shoot you neither.
Oh.
He knew Johnny's name and he spoke it out loud.
Now, Charlie the barman has gotten a shroud.
Well, as soon as we've had breakfast, my boy,
I must check up with Mr. Worf and ask him if he knows where they've all gone.
Hmm, right.
Hmm.
Doctor, look.
High living and hard liquor.
It don't pay.
Yeah, but he's been shot.
Is that so?
Something towards your funeral, friend.
Yes, excuse me, sir, but I think under the circumstances,
you'd better remain here until Mr. Worf arrives.
You aim to make me?
Yes, I do, I do.
The only man in the territory low enough to kill an unknown barman
is Doc Holliday.
Hey, wait a minute.
You know Holliday?
And what's that to you?
Well, we must find him.
Why is that?
Well, you see, a young lady of our acquaintance is with him.
And what are you going to do when you find him?
I... well, we'll...
We'll take her away from him and bring her back here, of course.
Planning on gunning him down, eh?
No, certainly not, sir, certainly not.
I mean, we're just going to...
Well, reason with him.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
Now, that I'd really like to see.
Do you know who that is?
Johnny Ringo!
Yes.
Say, boy.
Yeah?
Seeing as you and me's got common cause, given Doc Holliday,
supposing I was to let you ride with me?
Well, you know where he is?
Rack my do?
Well, we'd be mighty grateful.
I'm sure you would, pop.
There's just one thing.
If you get between me and him, boy,
don't go looking to me to hold my fire.
I'd blast you down as soon as spit at you.
Thanks.
Disgusting habit.
So, Brother Morgan can't make it, huh?
Said for me to tell you, got himself mixed up in a range war, Abilene way.
Any word from Virgil?
No, it could be anywhere between here and Montana.
One way and another, seems lucky you got me around.
Morgan's been teaching me how to handle a gun.
Not at your age, my lad, and not against these dirty Clantons.
How long you all figuring on keep me here?
Just as long as it takes till the judge hits town.
When that judge hears about you protecting Doc Holliday, just you see what happens.
Did I, uh...
Did I hear the name Doc Holliday mentioned?
You sure did.
Yes, when I got news of him.
Well, I thought you'd left town.
No, do, do, you see.
I mean, uh, Miss DuPont has gone off with him, and, uh...
Young Stephen is following up, and I've got to wait.
You mean, Regret has gone after Holliday alone?
No, no, my dear Marshal, no.
She's gone with a young man by the name of Ringo.
Ringo?
Ringo?
Yes, yes, you've, uh...
You've got a photograph of him here, look.
That's all we needed.
Boy, the hosts of Midian are sure on the prowl tonight.
Why, is he another friend of the Clanton?
Ringo's a friend of nobody.
Professional gunfighter.
Sells herself to the highest bidder.
Yeah, and I reckon I know who that'll be.
Better let me out of here while there's still time, huh?
Oh, shut up.
Yes, and there's one more thing.
I have to report a murder.
Yeah?
Yes, the barman at the Last Chance.
I believe his name is Charlie, isn't it?
Charlie?
Who in thunder would want to kill Charlie?
Oh, that Ringo sure works fast.
Well, Warren Ballard, I guess I'm going to have to leave you in charge after all, huh?
Come on, Bat, let's get out of that Last Chance saloon.
Are you going to be all right?
What makes you think we're going to find him in this town?
Well, the count is the only one since Tombstone.
Doc will be thirsty.
Well, how are we going to find him?
Well, I'll take this side, you take the other.
Drive the saloon, huh?
Hey, wait!
Look, how am I going to know him?
You'll know him, boy.
You'll know him.
Yeah, right.
I'll see you back here.
Yep.
Johnny Ringo has found her.
Johnny Ringo's found Kate.
The gunslinger's got her.
Now what is her fate?
Johnny Ringo has seen her.
She's coming his way.
Johnny Ringo and Katie were lovers, they say.
Good evening, Katie.
Well, ain't you glad to see me?
Johnny.
Well, ain't you?
Well, just kind of surprised, that's all.
Yeah, I'll bet.
I heard you was going to be hitched to Doc Holliday, so I just came to congratulate you.
You and the bridegroom both.
He ain't no bridegroom of mine, Johnny.
That ain't what I heard.
Oh, but it's true.
He ran out on me as soon as we left Tombstone.
Now, why would he do a fool thing like that, pretty girl like you, huh?
Oh, I guess he found him a prettier one, Johnny.
The Gretz girl?
Yeah.
So where's he taken her?
They was headed for New Mexico.
New Mexico.
Now, Johnny, what'd I lie to you?
Well, I guess you'll just have to wait till I finish this job in Tombstone.
What job?
You'll find out when we get there.
When we get there?
Kate, I followed you for nigh on two years, figuring out what I should do to you when I caught up.
Holliday was going to be first, but according to you, he's in New Mexico.
But you're right here.
You're coming back to me, Kate.
Oh, well, thank you kindly, Johnny, but just supposing I don't wish to come back.
You fella, that's all.
I could maybe change my mind.
Oh, now, now.
Don't push your luck, Kate.
Just go get your things, while I tell Regret that there's been a change of plan.
Get!
Tiny young fool responsibility, ain't you, boy?
Talking to me?
Can't think you well.
You're wasting your time, Clanton.
Save it for the judge.
So, you're Wyatt Earp's kid brother.
How come he's letting you do all the work around here?
Now, I got brothers.
Only they wouldn't leave me to face things all on my lonesome.
No, sir.
Seems to me, Clanton, that's exactly what they are doing.
I wouldn't say so.
Boy, take a look behind you.
I got no time to play games, Clanton.
Why don't you just shut up?
Okay, but if I were you, I'd take a look behind me just the same.
Don't try it, Fram.
Where's the headman around here?
Why, this is him, Ike.
Don't you recognize one of the fighting Earps when you see one?
They get greener every year.
Now, don't kid around, Ike.
Master's to be back soon.
Get me out of here.
Where are the keys, Earp?
Over...
Over on the desk.
Go get them, and fast.
Yahoo!
Now, that's fixed it.
They'll all be back here.
Get me out of here.
I can't believe it.
Make it fast.
Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
Just what I need.
Come on.
Come on!
It's curtains for Warren, they've done work it down.
And them bad, cruel outlaws are heading for town.
On your way there, you cowboys, the time will be soon.
When there's blood on the sawdust in the last chance saloon.
When there's blood on the sawdust in the last chance saloon.
When there's blood on the sawdust in the last chance saloon.