Doc Holliday (2023)

[bunniefuu]

(dramatic acoustic guitar music)

[Doc] Now how many hard

candies did you have?

[Patient] Just a handful.

[Doc] Well how big

are your hands?

[Patient] Real funny, Doc.

All right, head back.

Oh that's a shame.

Well it's not quite

what I expected,

but we're gonna have to pull it.

Pull it?

The tooth.

Well course the tooth.

What are you planning

on pulling it with?

Why with these.

[Patient] Well how much

is that gonna hurt?

Now that depends.

Depends on what?

On how much you can drink.

You better get another bottle.

Hmm.

[Patient] God that burns.

All right, head back.

Ah!

Wait wait wait wait wait wait!

Oh come on now.

Don't be a sissy.

You're the one with this

sweet tooth, not me.

Besides, I seen a seven

year old boy not squirm

as much as you're doing

in this chair right now.

All right.

Hold still.

Just stop talking.

Ah.

Ahh!

Now we're gonna go on three.

Ready.

Let me get a hold of it.

All right, right there.

One.

Two.

Three.

Doc, you said you were

gonna pull on three!

Not two!

Hush up and spit.

Don't be sore.

Every trail has its puddles.

Have a drink.

(western music)

Appointment?

Pardon?

I was asking if you had

an appointment with me.

Me?

No.

I was just passing through town.

Been wrestling with a bad tooth.

I think it might be the root.

All right, I'm just finishing

up with this patient here.

Go ahead and have a seat.

That newspaper over

there is a penny.

All right, easy.

Lord it hurts.

I'm sorry for your pain.

But that tooth had to come out.

And your mouth is

never gonna get better

as long as you keep jawing.

So why don't you go on

home and give it a rest?

Leave a coin there by the door.

And another for the whiskey.

Lawman.

Keen eye.

Well you marshals

are easy to spot.

All hat and.

No cattle.

Come over here and have

a seat why don't you.

Ah.

It's the one way

in the very back.

On the very back you say?

Ah.

Ahh.

How's it look, Doc?

Now it doesn't take a genius

to spot a goat in

a flock of sheep.

Your teeth are perfectly fine.

So why don't you tell me

why you're really here.

(tense music)

Your uncle's land.

Now I already know

what happened.

Ain't no sense in denying it.

Now those Negroes

had no business

swimming in that pool of water.

I only fired shots

to scare 'em off.

You leveled a

double-barrel shotgun

and when them boys came

out of that watering hole

you shot and k*lled

two of those young men.

Apparently all your

facts are incorrect.

Except for one.

But I never leveled a shotgun

at any human being

in my entire life.

That being said.

I take it you're

here to bring me in.

Is that it?

No.

I'm here to offer you a job.

What was that?

John Henry Holliday.

My name's Wyatt Earp.

I'm putting together

a federal posse.

You'd be deputized and

this incident that happened

on your family's land

would just wash away.

Like rainwater.

And why would you

do such a thing?

Because dangerous men

are far more better

by your side than

across from it.

So what is it that

you need from me?

Well.

Georgia is a new land to me.

And while I firmly

believe that no hour

of a man's life is wasted

if it's in the saddle,

I need someone who

knows their way around.

Tell me.

Have you ever heard of

the Bridle Brothers?

The who?

(tense music)

Daddy?

Daddy what's wrong?

Thieves.

Step down!

(g*n firing)

There's another one behind you.

Don't panic.

I said step down!

Howdy.

Easy now, old timer.

Why don't you just

come on down here

and we'll work this out.

Why don't you do what

he says, step down.

We'll be okay.

Take what you want

with the wagon.

Just don't hurt us.

(chuckles) Hear that, brother?

Little lady don't

want us to hurt her.

(Jon laughs)

(Jeffrey screams mockingly)

No, we wouldn't do that.

That's not gentlemanly, right?

(chuckles)

Where y'all headed?

Crystal River.

Oh.

Silver mine?

You do what you want

with me, you swine.

But keep your disgusting,

thieving hands off my father.

(Jeffrey chuckles)

Now little lady, you must

have this all backwards now.

See, we prefer to have

our thieving hands

go all over you than

your pappy here.

Ain't that right, Jon?

(Jon laughs)

Hey.

Why don't you step down.

Come on.

Come on.

Careful.

This is what I like.

Put a sack over his head.

Daddy!

Daddy!

Daddy!

Hold on now!

So who were these poor

unfortunate souls?

Innocent prairie folk.

Prairie folk?

You don't need to

know the victim

of a crime to feel

conflicted by it.

Do you?

No.

Just tell me what happened next.

Jon and Jeffrey

tied up and tortured

that old man for

two days and nights.

They made him listen

while they had

their way with his

young daughter.

And then when they'd had their

fun, they ex*cuted William.

They k*lled him?

Put him on his knees.

Shot him in the

back of the head.

And what happened

to the daughter?

The girl?

They had one more go around her.

(g*n firing)

(Jeffrey sighs)

We should move.

(woman sobbing)

Agreed, little brother.

Grab all we can.

sh**t the horse.

What direction should we head?

We stick with east.

On to Kansas.

Then on to Denver

just like we planned.

What about the girl?

Well decent cowboys don't take

what belongs to someone else.

(woman sobbing)

We earn our keep,

little brother.

We stick with the

rules of the trail.

Remember that?

Here.

Well go on!

(sobs) No!

No!

Please don't!

Please don't!

(g*n firing)

That is one hell of a story.

You tell it with

such conviction.

Your father was the

mayor of Valdosta.

Your mother died of

tuberculosis in '66,

the same disease that

k*lled your adopted brother.

And I was baptized in '52.

What is your point, Mr. Earp?

My point is that your

reputation precedes you, Doc.

Come work for me.

Find the Bridle Brothers.

Meet me in Iron Springs where

you will be paid $1,000.

Iron Springs?

As in Arizona?

In case you haven't noticed,

I have a dental practice here.

That ain't the only

thing you have here, Doc.

And after Iron

Springs, then what?

Santa Fe Railroad Company's

laying tracks to Las Vegas.

If you decide to

stay on with us,

or you can return home to this.

Perhaps you neglected to hear

the part about the $1,000?

No, I heard that

part quite clearly.

Now I only came

here because despite

the drinking and the

gambling, and this business

with them boys on

your uncle's land,

I heard you can

handle a g*n and well.

Now I've always found the

easiest way to eat crow.

While it's still warm.

My offer stands for the night.

I ride out in the morning

and I'll come back

around for your answer.

Thanks for the paper, Doc.

(saloon piano music)

Thank you.

Another?

Yes.

If you don't mind, leave

the bottle, Georgia.

You had a long heavy day huh?

Georgia, a dental

professional's work never ends.

Let me ask you something.

Is it better to be a

has been or a never was?

Well that would depend

on the profession.

Let's just say yours then.

Barkeep has the

luxury to be neither.

We're here to serve.

Hmm.

Take care of all of us

hopeless ne'er-do-wells.

Is that it?

You know, my daddy used

to say to never drink

unless you're alone

or with somebody else.

Hmm.

Cheers to your father.

Holliday!

Are you deaf, Doc?

I'm talking to you!

We need a third.

You in?

Oh.

What's the name of

the game, gentlemen?

Poker.

Five card draw.

Is that a fact?

Well there's a famous poet,

someone or other, who once said

"Sometimes silence isn't

always the best answer."

That don't make no damn sense.

Well it made sense

when I thought of it.

(Doc laughs)

Are you in or not?

Oh indeed.

Far be it for me to pass up

on an honest game of cards.

You sure this is gonna work?

What's not to be

sure of, gentlemen?

I never bluff.

And I hardly ever cheat.

Oh I doubt that.

(Doc laughs)

Good man.

Good man.

What's wrong?

I seem to have misplaced

my money pouch.

Maybe it's at the office.

Georgia, would you be a peach

and maybe give me

me a small loan?

I promise not to lose

for at least an hour.

And after the hour?

The game will be

way over by then.

How's that?

Trust me, darling.

Thank you, sir.

You better win.

I almost always do.

Seat taken?

It is now.

(Doc laughs)

Something funny?

I hope you don't

mind me saying so,

but your teeth are remarkable.

Where did you say you were from?

I didn't.

Dallas.

Well perhaps you

know my good friend

and colleague John A. Ceder.

Is he the ones who fixed up

those pearly whites for you?

I know what you're

doing, Holliday.

Quit trying to distract me.

Can we just play cards?

Some people just can't

take a compliment.

Not from you.

Show 'em.

I got trash.

Every time.

Two pair.

Aces over Queens.

Uh-oh.

Perhaps you recognize these

four strapping young lads.

Jacks.

Wait.

Oh dear.

(tense music)

You got one reason why I

shouldn't sh**t you dead?

Paula?

Now that was pretty fast.

Don't be a fool, gentlemen.

I may be a dentist.

But I'm first and

foremost a gunslinger.

Now go ahead and put

those pistols away.

Do it!

Go ahead and take what

you think is yours.

I'll be content

with the leavings.

(clears throat)

Pleasure doing business

with you as always, dear.

And thank you, Georgia.

That should cover everything.

Here's something for the kid.

It's time for me to retire.

Thank you everyone for coming.

Hmm, you're sore.

Fear not, you're not the first

poker players to

come back angry.

Nevertheless, a loss is a loss.

(chuckles)

How about we all

just sit down here

and share a little bit

of this whiskey, hmm?

I'd always heard Doc

Holliday was a cheat.

Hmm.

Cheat.

Swindler.

There was this one card

dealer in Atlanta, he...

What'd he call me?

Ah.

A charlatan of all things.

He'd be right.

What is it that you

do for a living?

I mostly k*ll people.

Hmm.

Seeing that you're still

on your own two feet,

I'm gonna make an assumption

that you're pretty good at it.

Care to find out?

Are you suggesting

some sort of wager?

Everything that you stole

from me earlier tonight.

See, now you're appealing

to my softer side.

You ain't got a softer side.

Meet me in the street.

I most definitely oblige you.

(tense music)

Your a*s is mine, Holliday!

On three!

One!

Two!

Three!

(g*n firing)

(Doc groans)

You missed.

(g*n firing)

And you're empty.

Oh.

(gasps)

(dramatic music)

Can't sleep?

(Doc coughs)

The night is the hardest

part of being alive.

You know, I always envy

those who slept well.

Me?

I just lie on my back and relive

every moment of my

life that I did wrong.

There's a word for that.

Self-loathing?

Drunk.

Carlene, I crossed

this invisible line

in my head and I don't

know how I got here.

Why can I never

go back to sleep?

What's the purpose of

all these desperate

thoughts and dreams

that I got in my head?

The hour breeds thought.

It's an uncomfortable

mix of fear and the past.

What if we left this place?

And go where?

Arizona.

Las Vegas.

How much have you

had to drink tonight?

I'm serious.

We can't afford to

go to Las Vegas.

But what if we could go?

I'm not your wife.

You don't have to run your

plans by me for approval.

All I'm asking is for you

to try to convince me of it.

Okay.

What about your practice?

Well I can open up a

dental practice anywhere,

but I'm talking about giving

up on dentistry altogether.

Traveling the country.

Doing something that makes

sense for once in my life.

I thought you enjoyed your work.

That was always

my daddy's dream.

Not mine.

But to build something new.

I'm gonna have to let

that dentist burn away.

We're all improvising here, Doc.

There's no shame

in admitting it.

(Doc coughs)

I'm going back to bed.

Are you coming?

Soon, darling.

Soon.

(dramatic music)

I miss you, brother.

Deeply.

Morning, Doc.

Have you been waiting long?

Guess that depends

on your answer.

(Doc grunts)

So what's it gonna be, Doc?

Gonna be a dentist?

Or something more.

More?

As in deputy?

All legal.

Fully deputized.

Right after you find

the Bridle Brothers.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

you expect me to go

slinging my p*stol

all around the country

without a badge

pinned to my chest?

That's correct.

And what if I get caught?

Well hell, you're Doc Holliday.

You'll improvise.

Well I assume that

you've accepted my offer.

I must be outside of my head.

But yes.

Hey Holliday!

I knew I could count on you.

Where are you off to?

Dodge City.

Tracking a man named

"Dirty" Dave Rudabaugh.

My brother Virgil and I

are heading down there.

We think he's hiding

near Fort Griffin.

Don't worry, Holliday.

I'll see you in Iron Springs.

Yes.

Iron Springs.

(dramatic music)

Doc Holliday.

Father Willingham.

Pastor.

Oh, are you not

Catholic anymore?

I never was.

But all that time you've

spent on your knees

and the crackly,

crumbly little wafers.

It's called Communion, Doc.

(Doc coughs)

Well I have to say, it

has been a long while.

It has been a long time.

What brings you to town?

Amazingly enough, business.

That and a little pleasure if

I can find the time for it.

Dental business?

Federal.

Federal as in...

Doc Holliday the

lawman business.

Hmm.

Maybe we should take

this conversation inside.

Pastor.

All this back and forth is

starting to make me nauseous.

Wyatt Earp?

You've heard of him?

Everyone knows Wyatt Earp.

His brother Virgil too.

His wife owns a

brothel in Wichita.

Oh, and how would you

know such a thing?

I have not been there.

Mmmhm.

Wyatt spends most of his

time between boomtowns.

Hard to keep up with

his whereabouts.

But I heard tell that he was

tracking someone down this way.

He actually has me on

the hunt for a couple

of fellows by the name of

Jon and Jeffrey Bridle.

The Bridle Brothers?

The lifelong criminals?

They've been in and out of

the state for a while now.

Appears k*lling folks has become

somewhat of a passion

for them boys.

I take it that's a yes.

Can you help me find them?

Wait.

You're telling me

that Wyatt Earp

has you chasing down

the most ruthless

stagecoach robbers that

this country has ever seen?

I'm sorry, Doc.

It's just that you're

a dentist is all.

Well my friend, you

might just find out

I am chock full of surprises.

Now can you help me

find them or not?

Well.

I can't tell you where

they are right this minute.

But I may know

someone that might.

Well let's set up

a meeting then.

How much money you got on you?

Come again?

You have been gone a long time.

If you want information

on where to find

the Bridle Brothers,

it's gonna cost you.

Seems like the only

thing that stayed

the same around here is change.

Apparently not.

(tense music)

You said 3:30 right?

That's what he said.

In the afternoon?

That's right.

On this very day?

Doc, they'll be here.

Bandits?

Let me do the talking.

Yes, but bandits?

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Who the hell is he?

This is my good

friend Doc Holliday.

Pleasure, good sirs.

I was just telling

my pastor friend here

how much I admire bandits.

Is he a real doctor?

Indeed he is.

Well he looks like

a stranger to me.

And we don't do no business

with strangers do we, Willie?

Nah Billy, we sure

as hell don't.

So why the hell should

we take this discussion

any further than

it's already gone?

Well this is the

amount we discussed.

All Mr. Holliday

wants is information

on the Bridle Brothers.

What kind of

information is he after?

I need to know where

to find said brothers.

I also need to know

who they ride with

and what fun little g*ns

they bring with them

to the party after they arrive.

Now you tell me all

that, and nothing

short of it, you

get this here bag.

All right.

Deal.

I'm all ears.

Bridle Brothers never

ride in a posse.

Only solo.

And they're real gunslingers.

As far as where

you can find them.

Out in the Apache brush.

Deep.

Good to know.

(coughing)

What about them coins?

Oh, right.

After all, a deal is a deal.

There you are.

Good day.

[Willie] You son of a b*tch.

You take us for some

kind of fool, dentist?

Easy there.

Easy there.

Now we can still strike

some sort of a deal.

Holliday.

Give me a minute.

[Billy] What kind of deal

are you looking

to make, Holliday?

I got it.

Which one of you two

fine young gentlemen

fancies himself as

the faster draw?

Either of you two can answer.

I'm the faster of the two of us.

You are not.

I am too!

Now shut the hell

up and hold him!

What kind of deal

you thinking, Doc?

(tense music)

So you just had to try

something didn't you, Doc?

Well money's a bit

hard to come by.

I haven't been a

dentist or sat down

at a card table in a short bit.

Here you go, pastor.

So now what?

You just gonna sh**t your

way out of this mess?

Precisely.

(clears throat)

All right!

We'll meet right out

there face to face.

And we'll turn our

backs to one another.

Then march 10 paces.

Now for you bandits, that

is one more than nine.

And one less than 11.

Hmm?

Pastor here will count to three.

We turn, fastest p*stol wins.

Deal?

Deal.

You sure about this, Doc?

Not really.

(ominous music)

Perhaps share one

last shot together

before this all goes down?

Are you kidding me?

I take it that's a no.

I hope you don't mind if

I have a little myself.

Pastor.

If you please.

Three!

Two!

One!

(g*ns firing)

Son of a b*tch.

Pastor, grab the g*n.

Now I'm truly sorry about

your dead friend there.

Lucky for you we have

a man of God amidst us.

Shall he say a few words

over his dead departed soul?

The Bridle Brothers are

gonna skin you alive.

Oh?

And where might

they be doing this?

Now you can just go home

with that mangled hand there.

Or you can join

your friend there

which will soon be six

feet under the earth.

Down by the river.

There's some trees.

A tree line.

Very well.

Why don't you fetch

this one a doctor and...

I guess we won't be

needing that doctor.

Could you find an

undertaker for this one?

Yeah Doc, I got it.

Pastor.

Goodnight.

(dramatic music)

What's wrong?

I keep seeing their faces.

Whose?

Everyone.

All them poor sons of b*tches

we robbed along the way.

Well no one owns

life, little brother.

You know, when I was in the w*r,

it was my personal opinion

that an innocent

man was a dead one.

[Jon] Why's that?

Well.

I saw every dead soldier that

was ex*cuted along the years.

And never k*lled again.

Well I ain't never

been no soldier.

You know what's scariest of

this place we call the West?

It's not all uncommon

to head over here.

And fall off the

face of the Earth.

In fact, it's a lot

more than you think.

See, you never met ma and pa.

By the time they followed

the trail to Labette County.

Pa started a job being

a cattle enforcer

for government lands out here.

Well one day he was

chasing some cow thieves.

And accidentally k*lled

a 14 year old boy.

He confessed to it.

And they sentenced him to hang.

But the thing in Labette

County, what they

used him for was his

heightened bucket.

Me and ma sat there.

And watched him kick the bucket.

But he didn't fall

all the way through.

He got knocked

unconscious by the knot.

He died 17 minutes later.

You were just a year old then.

So m*rder?

That's what we do until the

score settles, little brother.

You got me?

Here he comes.

Howdy.

Y'all sure all the way the

hell out here ain't ya?

We figure it's safer

away from the river.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Seen bodies up on the hill.

Coyotes and flies are having

a way with it now though.

You got any news?

Yeah.

Trails are pretty clear.

You guys head north.

There's ramblings Wyatt

Earp's looking for you two.

Wyatt Earp?

The brothel owner?

Yeah.

Deputy now.

Him and his brother Virgil.

Apparently they're

running around the south

hiring gunmen to join

the federal posse.

Well you're gonna keep

an eye on them are you?

I sure will.

Although I don't think Wyatt

Earp's gonna be your problem.

This dentist fella,

came out of Georgia.

He's gonna be your

biggest concern.

What's his name?

Goes by Doc.

Doc Holliday.

Dentist?

Yeah.

Mighty fast with a

p*stol from what I hear.

Give those bodies a

couple days to dry up.

I'd hit the road again

if I was you two.

Ain't no sense of running

into this Holliday fella.

Hold on.

You're gonna keep him off

us for a while aren't you?

You boys keep your head low.

(tense music)

I'll see you when I see you.

Let's get out of here.

(Doc coughs)

I sure am lonely, Carlene.

(dramatic music)

I know you're not really here.

I can be.

I ever tell you I had

an adopted brother once?

It's nights like this

that I miss him the most.

His name was Francisco.

He was a Mexican.

Was a loyal friend

and good company.

Perhaps the deadliest man

with a six-g*n I ever met.

Sounds like a good man.

What is that?

"A good man"?

You're afraid someone

will mistake you

for the one thing

you fear the most.

Being a coward?

A real man.

One that bleeds when he's cut.

"Doc Holliday"

seems to me is a man

with a mean disposition

and an unforgiving temper.

Francisco.

He knew me for who I really am.

And who are you, Doc?

A weakling that

couldn't whip a healthy

15 year old boy in a

go-as-you-please fist fight.

But everybody else

just wants to believe

the rumors and all

my self-promotion.

Failure can be temporary.

But quitting?

Quitting lasts a lifetime.

The Doc Holliday I

know would never admit

to only being good at

gambling and g*n fights.

You were born to be a deputy.

To protect people.

Failures are fingerposts

on the road to glory.

Goodnight, Francisco.

(church bell ringing)

(dramatic western music)

Morning.

Morning.

If you're looking for the church

it's right down at

the end of the street.

We haven't begun services yet.

Feel free to go on down there.

Get a seat.

We'll begin shortly.

You a believer?

Believer in what?

The word of God.

The Old Testament.

Wrath and burden.

I can relate more

to that than I can

grace and freedom

if I'm being frank.

We meet the same God in

both parts of the Bible.

Funny thing,

We travel this land.

Meeting people every

day, do we not?

That's right.

Some good, some bad.

People are like dogs.

You show them a slice of

meat and they'll dance.

Wag their tail.

But if you don't have

anything to offer them,

they won't even

acknowledge your arrival.

What about you, preacher man?

If I was a dog, what would

you have to offer me today?

I don't follow you.

Doc Holliday came

by here did he not?

Where was he going?

Apache.

And he was looking for

someone, was he not?

The Bridle Brothers.

Was Wyatt Earp with him?

Or was he alone?

Alone.

If you tell Holliday

I came through here

asking about the Bridle

Brothers, I'll find you.

Even if it's in your own

church, I will sh**t you dead.

You have a good day, pastor.

(tense music)

Hya!

Hya hya!

(g*ns firing)

(Jack screams)

[Jack] Holliday.

At your service.

Now why don't you be

a good man and tell me

where I can find

the Bridle Brothers.

I'm not telling you sh*t.

Swearing and spitting.

Isn't that a sin?

Swearing near a man of God?

Now what's the punishment

for something like that?

I mean according

to the good book.

My memory seem to have escaped

me in all this here heat.

That the wrath of God

will take out the evil.

Hmm.

The Bridle Brothers.

Where are they?

Apache.

About a three hour ride.

Across the river.

Across the river you say?

Yeah.

Do they know why

I'm coming for them?

Yeah.

Well then.

You're gonna have to die.

No no no please!

Please, please!

Doc.

(Doc coughs)

Saved by the pastor.

This must be your lucky day.

Now that I know where I'm

headed, I'm gonna get to going.

Go ahead and have him

locked up until I return.

I will.

And if he tries anything.

Anything at all.

You sh**t them.

You understand?

I will tend to my flock.

How does it feel?

Just like the old days, hmm?

Shall we celebrate?

Willingham.

'Til next time, good sir.

(western rock music)

Damn it.

What's wrong?

Sumbitch is jammed again.

Let me see it.

I got it.

You sure?

I said I got it!

Okay.

Point it that way.

(g*n fires)

Okay.

(distant g*nsh*t)

That Sullivan?

Better be.

He's running mighty late.

[Jon] What the hell?

What?

That ain't Sullivan's horse.

What do you mean it's

not Sullivan's horse?

Look.

Give him friendly fire, will ya?

(g*n fires) (birds cawing)

Ride!

(suspense music)

(g*ns firing)

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!

(Bridle Brothers

breathing heavy)

You recognize him, brother?

It must be that dentist fella.

The one Sullivan told us about.

All right.

Come on.

Hey!

What?

I ain't going into town.

Well we're either

going into town

or we're in a dog

fight with that guy.

So what's it gonna

be, little brother?

Hey!

Hey!

Remember what I told

you about the w*r?

And the dead soldiers?

Remember that?

Yeah!

Yeah!

Come on!

Yeah!

Let's go!

(tense music)

(pigs squealing)

(Bridle Brothers

breathing heavy)

What do we do?

We flank him.

I ain't gonna hang

for k*lling no deputy.

You heard Solomon.

He's no deputy yet.

He's just a dentist.

You head into the flatland.

I'm gonna go back up this way.

You lure him that way.

Yeah?

Got it.

[Jeffrey] Okay.

Come on.

(tense music)

(g*ns firing)

(suspense music)

Jeffrey.

Is that you?

Quit playing around.

Come out where I can see you.

(g*ns firing)

Jon Bridle?

Why don't you go ahead

and put that p*stol down.

No chance, dentist!

Dentist?

You have me mistaken.

I'm a United States deputy.

Here under the orders of

Wyatt Earp for the capture,

or the k*lling, of Jon

and Jeffrey Bridle.

I ain't see no warrant!

(mutters) Warrant.

Oh, here you are!

Said warrant in hand.

Are you happy now?

I never meant to hurt no one.

My brother's the one that

got me into this mess.

It was his idea, not mine.

Well that might all be true.

However, it's irrelevant

at this moment.

(Jon c*ck g*n)

Easy!

Easy.

Tell you what.

Why don't you just tell me

where he's hiding in these woods

and we'll just go have

a little talk with him.

All right.

Then what?

It's hard to say really.

I guess that all

depends on his demeanor.

Changed my mind!

No deal, Doc!

Well it is a free country.

Might I ask what

swayed your decision?

You'll be dead in a matter

of minutes, that's why!

Hmm.

Well that isn't the first

time I've heard those words.

You should have

stayed a dentist!

Maybe so.

But seeing as that ship

has already sailed.

I think I'll just be

content with being

the man who shot and

k*lled Jon Bridle.

(g*ns firing)

Woo-hoo-hoo!

(Jeffrey laughs)

Whoa.

Enough games, dentist.

I prefer to be called

Doc if you don't mind.

Fair enough, Doc.

It's over.

It's too easy.

Hey, who cares?

Let me have this, all right?

Well Carlene, you were

wrong about this one.

Who the hell's Carlene?

You must be Jeffrey.

On your knees.

Come on.

Wait.

He's got a warrant.

Let's see it.

See, I told you.

Read it.

Out loud!

I wish I could, but there

seems to be a problem.

What problem?

You must take me for

some fool, Holliday.

You, sir, are spot on.

What are you doing?

Just sh**t him already.

Hey shut up!

Okay?

I'll k*ll the man the way

I want to k*ll the man!

Besides, I heard what you

said behind that tree.

Saying it was all my idea?

[Jon] It was all your idea.

You were the one that k*lled

the girl at the wagon!

You made me do that!

[Jeffrey] Hey, don't

you put this all on me!

[Jon] It is on you!

Excuse me.

Seeing that I could be

staring down the barrel

of my own demise, perhaps you

could answer me one question.

What's that?

Have you seen Francisco?

Who in the hell is Francisco?

Why he's the man

standing behind you.

Okay.

(Jeffrey and Jon laugh)

Oh, I was wrong.

That there is Wyatt Earp.

(g*n firing)

You're late.

You're welcome.

I had the Bridle Brothers

exactly where I wanted them.

And where's that?

Well you'll never know.

You spoiled my fun

a moment too soon.

Come on.

We need to get you to a doc.

Let's go.

Morning, Deputy.

Why Mr. Earp.

How are those

stitches holding up?

Well I'm still

keeping my insides

precisely where they need to be.

I'm riding for Arizona.

Sure would be nice

if you came with me.

To Las Vegas?

Eventually.

Whole lot of ground

between here and there.

A lot of mischief to get into.

What is there for a man like me

in a place like Las Vegas?

Booze, card games, women.

Not to mention the $1,000

you are still owed.

I assume you'll make

good use of that.

Now why'd you want to be friends

with a man like me, Earp?

Because you're Doc Holliday.

What other reason is there?

You wear that with pride.

You earned it.

Never forget that.

Oh, my brother's

excited to meet you.

And why is that?

He got a wisdom

tooth needs pulled.

I told him hell, Doc Holliday's

the best dentist I know.

(Doc chuckles)

Say, whatever happened

to that Rudabaugh

character you were chasing down?

We caught up with

him in Dodge City.

There was a g*n fight.

Lasted about 30 seconds.

I take it he's pushing

up daisies now?

Indeed.

Who is your next caller?

"Curly" Bill Brocius.

Some cowboy wanted for k*lling

a couple of his own men.

Sounds fun.

Indeed.

Room for one more.

(coin clinking)

For the paper, Doc.

[Carlene] So what's it

gonna be, Doc Holliday?

Goodbye, Carlene.

(dramatic acoustic music)

Las Vegas, hmm?

Why the hell not?

(music crescendo)

(suspense music)