1879 - the Civil War is over, and the resulting economic explosion spurs the great migration west. Farmers, ranchers, prospectors, killers, and thieves seek their fortune. Cattle growers turn cow towns into armed camps, with murder rates higher than than those of modern-day New York or Los Angeles. Out of this chaos comes legendary lawman Wyatt Earp, retiring his badge and gun to start a peaceful life for his family. Earp's friend, John "Doc" Holliday, a southern gentlemen turned gunman and gambler, also travels west, hoping the dry climate will relieve his tuberculosis. Silver is discovered in Arizona. Tombstone becomes queen of the boom towns where the latest Paris fashions are sold from the backs of wagons. Attracted to this atmosphere of greed, over 100 exiled Texas outlaws band together to form the ruthless gang recognized by the red sashes they wear. They emerge as the earliest example of organized crime in America. They call themselves The Cowboys.
Most scenes together: Doc Holliday & Wyatt Earp (7), Doc Holliday & Billy Clanton (3), Doc Holliday & Jack Johnson (3)
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Fred White Law and order every time, that's us.
Christ, it's like I am playing cards with my brothers kids or somethin'. You nerve-wracking sons of bitches!!
Wyatt and Josie embarked on a series of adventures. Up or down, thin or flush, in 47 years they never left each other's side. Wyatt Earp died in Los Angeles in 1929. Among the pallbearers at Earp's funeral were early western stars Tom Mix and William S. Hart. Tom Mix wept.
Oh, no! This is a town matter, not county.
Is that "Old Dog Tray?" It sounds to me like "Old Dog Tray." You know, Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah," "Camptown Races." Stephen stinking Foster!
Ah, yes. Well, this happens to be a nocturne.
A which?
You know, Frederic **** Chopin.
What did you ever want?
Just to live a normal life.
There's no normal life, Wyatt, it's just life. Get on with it.
Don't know how.
Sure you do. Say goodbye to me. Go grab that spirited actress and make her your own. Take that beauty and run, don't look back. Live every second. Live right up to the hilt. Live Wyatt. Live for me. Wyatt, if you were ever my friend, if you ever had even the slightest of feelin' for me, leave now. Leave now... Please.
And you must be Doc Holliday.
That's the rumor.
What about you, are you retired?
Not me. I'm in my prime.
Yeah, you look it.
And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?
Big Nose Kate You don't even know him.
Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him.
En vino veritas. [Latin: "In wine is truth".]
Age quod agis. [Latin: "Do what you do best".]
Credat Judaeus apella, non ego. [Latin: "The Jew Apella may believe it, not I", loosely meaning "I do not believe drinking is what I do best".]
Eventus stultorum magister. [Latin: "Events are the teachers of fools.", loosely meaning "Fools have to learn from their experiences."]
In pace requiescat. [Latin: "Rest in peace." loosely meaning "The experience that you learn from will be your funeral."]
Come on boys. We don't want any trouble in here. Not in any language.
That's Latin, darlin', evidently Mr. Ringo here's an educated man. Now I really hate him.
Josephine Marcus This is a remarkabale scene...I wonder who that tall drink of water is.
Mr. Fabian My darling, you've cast your gaze upon the quintessential frontier type. Note the lean silhouette. Eyes closed by the sun, yet sharp as a hawk. He has the look of both predator, and prey.
Josephine Marcus I want one.
Mr. Fabian Happy hunting.
Kate I don't understand. I'm your woman, you get killed, where's it leave me?
Without a meal ticket I suppose.
Kate ... You bastard.
I'm leaving now darling.
Kate You bastard!
Have you no kind word to say to me before I ride away?
Sherman McMasters If they were my brothers, I'd want revenge, too.
Oh, make no mistake; it's not revenge he's looking for. It's a reckoning.
Doc, you ought to be in bed, what the hell you doin' this for anyway?
Because, Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Hell, I've got lots of friends.
I don't.
How are you?
I'm dying, how are you?
Pretty much the same.
What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? What makes him do the things he does?
A man like Ringo has a great empty hole through the middle of him. He can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.
What does he need?
Revenge.
For what?
Being born.
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You know any Stephen Foster?
Stephen Foster. Oh, Susannah, Camptown Races. Stephen stinkin' Foster!
Well, this happens to be a nocturne.
A nocturne! You know, Frederic **** Chopin?
Ike Clanton Hey, Kansas law dog, you turn him loose or we'll tear you apart...
You die first, get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe, you understand me?
He's bluffing! Let's take him!
Ike No, he's not bluffing.
You ain't as stupid as you look, Ike..
And you, music lover, you're next.
It's the drunk piano player. You couldn't hit nothin'. [Draws knife.] In fact, you're probably seeing *double*.