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There's no reasoning with him.
No.
What?
No.
See how she breezed out of here. Like she had wings. Funny thing But I can't really remember how She looked. I can remember parts Of her clear as crystal, her Mouth, her walk, how she shut her Eyes when she laughed, little Bits and pieces, but not the Whole package. Can't put it Together for some reason.
Good God, you're really
Cards in spades. I'm in love with Every second of her life. Hell, I'll probably love her when I'm dust.
You tell Ringo... just tell him I'll be there.
Wyatt, are you crazy?
I made a promise.
But I'd do it, I'd get that one Into him. So help me God, I would.
All right Wyatt, maybe you can. But you gotta die to do it. Understand? You gotta die!
Wyatt, I... I ain't got the words.
I know. Me neither.
All right, what's it to be? New Mexico's that way.
Colorado's closer
So're the Cowboys. They're up That road right now, waiting to Jump us.
All right, I'm on fire! Black Seven, seven stickin' spades. Let's go!
I'm your man... You win again. Well played, sir. You are on fire.
Told you. I'm red hot, I'm Blazin'! Now, red seven. Seven Stinkin' diamonds. Look out! Five Thousand! Let's go!
Awful lot of money.
Can't take the heat, get outta The kitchen.
You're the doctor. sad news, friend.
Damn! All right, wait a minute...
Drunks. Crawfished a bet, called Him a liar. I saw the whole thing.
Sheriff, may I present a pair of Fellow sophisticates, Turkey Creek Jack Johnson and Texas Jack Vermillion? Watch your ear, Creek.
Don't touch me!
Sorry...
You really look awful.
Not half as bad as I feel.
Then why in hell're you doin' This? You ought to be in bed.
Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Hell, I got lot's of friends.
I don't.
I don't believe it. He's clean!
What? But I saw 'em
I'm telling you, there isn't a Mark on him.
Hey, is that "Old Dog Tray"? Sounds like "Old Dog Tray".
What?
You know, Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susanna". "Camptown Races", Stephenstinkin'Foster!
I see, well this happens to be a Nocturne.
A which?
You know, FredericfuckingChopin.
Doc! How the hell are you?
Perfect, Wyatt. Simply perfect.
Since when is faro a business?
Didn't you always say gambling's An honest trade?
I said poker's an honest trade. Only suckers buck the tiger. The Odds are all with the house.
Depends how you look at it. I Mean it's not like anybody's Holding a gun to their heads.
That's what I love about Wyatt. He can talk himself into anything.
Sheriff Behan, Doc Holliday.
Forgive me if I don't shake hands.
Very cosmopolitan.
I know him. That's Creek Johnson.
Very instructive
But who was the Devil?
So now we're in the mining Business. Turning into regular Tycoons. Gonna call this one the Mattie Blaylock. Mattie'll get a Kick out of that, it's her maiden Name.
And what a maiden, pure as the Driven snow, I'm sure.
So tell me, Wyatt. I'm curious. Do you actually consider youself A married man? Forsaking all Others?
Well yeah. Pretty much. I mean I Was no angel when we met but People change Doc. I mean sooner Or later you gotta grow up.
I see. And what would you do if "she" walked in her right now? WYATT "She"?
You know damn well who I mean. That duskyhued lady Satan.
I don't know. Probably ignore her.
Ignore her?
I'd ignore her. People can Change, Doc.
I'll remember you said that.
Satisfied?
I stand corrected. Wyatt. You're An oak.
He's drunk.
In vino veritas.
Maybe I ought to go out there.
You will or you won't. Don't look To me. I'm going to sleep.
Wyatt! Just in time. Pull up a chair.
Been hittin' it awful hard, Doc.
Nonsense, I have not yet begun to Defile myself.
But Doc
I won't be pawed at, thank you Very much
Sorry, sorry...
It appears he missed an excellent Chance to keep his mouth shut.
Felt his liver go on that last One. Get him to a doctor or he'll Be dead in a couple hours.
Wyatt, my God! You're shot to pieces!
No...
I'm a man without fear, Wyatt. I Literally don't care if I live or Die. But even I can't fight human Instinct. Somebody suddenly Starts shooting at me, I duck. But you... what on earth were You thinking about?
I don't know. It all happened so Fast. If I'd had a chance to Think about it I guess I probably Would've been scared but... Swear To God, Doc, I just don't know.
Doc...
Don't touch me, God damn it! Just Don't touch me! Come on...
What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? What makes him do the things he does?
A man like Ringo's got a great Empty hole right through the Middle of him and no matter what He does he can't ever fill it. He Can't kill enough or steal enough Or inflict enough pain to ever Fill it. And it drives him mad. Sick mad. Cold and dirty.
So what does he want?
What does he want? He wants revenge.
Revenge? For what?
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Wyatt. God, I'm so sorry.
That's all right, Doc. Don't worry.
Never got to wear one of those.
Well hell, Wyatt. Wyatt, I want You to meet Father Feeney. Father Feeney's just been initiating me Into the mysteries of the great And ancient Church of Rome. You See, it appears my hypocrisy Knows no bounds.
How you feelin', Doc?
Rather an obvious question under The circumstances, don't you Agree? A better one might be how Do you feel?
Hurts. Hurts pretty bad.
I imagine it would, yes. So now We can add selfpity to your list Of frailties.
All right, Doc...