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The Gunfighters

Johnny Ringo

By Donald Cotton


(Outside is a noise of a large incensed crowd.)

MASTERSON: Better come over here Wyatt.

(He turns to the Doctor.)

MASTERSON: When was you gonna break outta Jail?
DOCTOR: About now, Marshall!

(We see the lock of the Jailhouse bars, as with a flourish the Doctor reaches through and turns a key that has been left in the lock all the time. He joins Wyatt and Masterson.)

WYATT: Well lookie here, somebody's fixin' up a reception for ya!
DOCTOR: What? Good gracious! And Steven's with them!

(Through the open doorway they can see the rabble in the street led by Ike, and in the centre a dejected looking Steven.)

PHINEAS: String 'im up!

(Ike shouts into the Jailhouse, past Masterson who is keeping a shotgun levelled at the doorway in case anyone tries to rush in.)

IKE: Holliday is still in there!
WYATT: Get out of the Street Clanton, Holliday's my prisoner!
IKE: Well that's too bad, 'cause if he's ain't out of there in two minutes his friend Regret is gonna swing in his place!

(The crowd roars in approval. Masterson and Wyatt look at each other and the Doctor watches in horror.)

DOCTOR: I really think I must go out there.
WYATT: Appreciate yer feelings Doc, but I can't let ya.
DOCTOR: But I might be able to convince them that I'm not Doc Holliday! I can't just sit here and allow them to hang Steven!
WYATT: Keep 'em talkin' Bat. I'm gonna try and work round behind 'em.
DOCTOR: Er, but what can I do?

(Wyatt unceremoniously moves the Doctor away from the door.)

WYATT: You can stay out o'sight! Lay 'im out Bat if he tries anythin'.
DOCTOR: Oh this is insufferable!

(The Doctor tries to get out again, but Bat pushes him back again.)

MASTERSON: Hey, you heard what Wyatt said! Now just shut up and be quiet!
DOCTOR: Very well, under protest! Hmph!


(Wyatt makes his way down the street keeping to the shadows and crouching behind carts.)

IKE: Time's about up Holliday, you comin' out?


MASTERSON: You're asking for it Clanton!
DOCTOR: Oh dear-dear what on Earth is that Mr Werp doing? He's leaving things too late!
MASTERSON: Never been known to do that Mister.
DOCTOR: He's no right to take chances with Steven's life! M-may-may...those men mean what they say!
MASTERSON: If they didn't do you think Wyatt'd be risking his neck out there?
DOCTOR: He's not risking his neck, now I really must go out there.

(He tries to leave again and is pushed back again.)

MASTERSON: Yeah, well I know how you feel friend, but if you don' quit hoppin' about like a jackrabbit I'm gonna have to lay you out so cold you'll freeze!
DOCTOR: Oh, phoo!


(There is a thud and Wyatt is suddenly standing where Phineas was having just knocked him out, the noose is swinging and Steven is free. The Clantons raise their hands at the sight of his gun, the only one of them who had their own drawn is lying on the ground.)

BILLY: You're wearing a badge Marshall, iff'n you weren't...


(Bat is still covering the doorway with his shotgun.)

MASTERSON: ...'N if you didn't happen to be caught in the crossfire Billy.
IKE: You 'ave all gotta get outta there sometime, And when you do...
MASTERSON: Go on home! Necktie party's over!

(There is a disappointed moan from the crowd, but the mood to riot carefully generated by Ike is fast seeping away.)


WYATT: Go on, get off the Street all of ya!

(The crowd begins to mills away with vociferous disappointment. Wyatt gestures at the Clantons with his gun.)

WYATT: Alls have to do is talk big and look foolish Clanton, now get off the street.
BILLY: Not without Phin'.
WYATT: He ain't available right now.
BILLY: Meanin'?
WYATT: He's under arrest.
BILLY: You've got no right Marshall!
WYATT: Attempted hangin'? I'd say I'd every right.

(Charlie comes running up.)

CHARLIE: Mr Clanton! Mr Clanton!

(Wyatt looks at Charlie with weary exhaustion.)

WYATT: Stay outta this Charlie!
CHARLIE: Mr Clanton, that ain't Doc Holliday that's being held in there! It's like the old guy kept tryin' to tell ya!
WYATT: I said stay outta this Charlie!
CHARLIE: I'm sorry Mr Earp, but I figure it'd save you all a deal a trouble.
IKE: What makes you think it ain't him?
CHARLIE: Well on account of Doc Holliday just bein' in the bar!
BILLY: Wha...

(He sniffs.)

BILLY: You're drunk!

(Wyatt whispers to Steven.)

WYATT: Boy, that's all we needed...
CHARLIE: Iff'n I'm drunk your friend Seth Harper's still alive... Which he ain't.
IKE: What's that you say?
CHARLIE: Holliday shot 'im clean as a whistle. Fastest thing I ever saw.

(Billy grabs Charlie by the collar.)

BILLY: Iff'n you're lyin' Charlie so help me God...
CHARLIE: Why should I lie Mr Clanton? I just want to stop you boys gettin' up against the law.

(Billy throws Charlie aside and advances on Wyatt, despite the gun in his face.)

BILLY: You knew that old guy in there weren't Holliday!
IKE: This just about does it Earp!
WYATT: Try callin' me Marshall and rememberin' it too!
IKE: Well Marshall, you got an answer?
WYATT: I don't need to answer to you, I'll answer to the committee if need be. Now get back to the ranch while you can still ride!

(Billy makes to move towards Wyatt, but Ike holds him back.)

BILLY: I don't take no orders from you!
IKE: Leave it Billy. Earp won't be givin' any orders once Pa gets through with him. He'll lose that star so fast it'll burn a hole in his coat! Come on Billy!
BILLY: We'll be seein' ya, Earp.

(They moves off and Wyatt doffs his hat at them.)

WYATT: My pleasure. Boy, you maybe don't realise just how close that was?

(He holds up a reverent hand.)

WYATT: Well, for what we did not receive may the good lord make us truly thankful.
WYATT: And now, shall we take this sinner to the abode of the unrighteous?

(They pick up the Phineas from where he lies in the dust before the provisions store between them they carry him over to the jailhouse.)

BALLAD: So pick him up gentle
And carry him slow,
He's gone kind of mental
Under Earp's heavy blow.


(Phineas lies unconscious in a cell.)

WYATT: Well I reckon he'll live but he ain't gonna enjoy it for a while.
DOCTOR: Was it necessary for Mr Werp to hit him so hard?
STEVEN: Now then Doctor, it wasn't your neck in the noose just now. I for one am very grateful Mr Wer...Earp.

(Wyatt looks up from his desk.)

WYATT: Oh, hah, my pleasure boy.
DOCTOR: We shan't be here to see the outcome. Tomorrow we're leaving. Ah, ha-ha, goodbye Mr Werp.

(The Doctor leaves.)

WYATT: Oh ah, goodbye Doc. Can't say I'm sorry.


(Pa Clanton, a small, figure with a trilby and a moustache enters the saloon with Ike and Billy.)

PA: Get me Johnny Ringo, get 'im quick!
BILLY: But Pa, Ringo rides alone, you know that. he mightn't wanna join up with us.
PA: What was I paying Harper?
IKE: A hundred dollars.
PA: Well offer Ringo five hundred.
IKE: Oh come on Pa, nobody's worth that!
PA: Not worth it? If I had the sons who could do the job without gettin' all fouled up I wouldn't have to pay 'im, but as of now I need a top gun.
IKE: Listen Pa, when the citizens hear what we've got on Earp, they...

(Pa knocks back a shot of sipping liquor.)

PA: The citizens committee, pack of feeble minded old women. Think they're gonna run him out office and gun on what you tell 'em? Come on!

(Pa and Ike knock back two drinks side by side and then leave.)

BILLY: We'll get Holliday, Pa, all we need is time!
PA: All you need is guts boy!

(He pokes Billy with a finger and turns to Ike.)

PA: And all I need is Johnny Ringo, so find out where he's at and get 'im on at up at the ranch!

(They leave the saloon.)


(Pa, Ike and Billy exit the Last Chance and walk away discussing their plans.)

IKE: Okay Pa.

(As soon as they are gone the Doctor and Steven step out of the shadows and walk through the saloon doors.)

DOCTOR: Yes, Dodo. Well my boy...


DOCTOR: Presumably she spent the evening in her room. Hm-hm!

(Charlie rushes up to the Doctor and Steven.)

CHARLIE: Oh... Pardon me, but er, are you alludin' to your friend, ah...Miss Dodo Dupont?
DOCTOR: Of course, of course.
CHARLIE: Well I'm sorry folks but, er, she ain't in her room no more.
DOCTOR: Why, whatever for, mm?
CHARLIE: Well, on account she checked out a while back.
STEVEN: Checked out, but...
CHARLIE: She lid out after the killin' with Doc Holliday; was with him when he shot Seth Harper. Right where you're standin'.

(Steven and the Doctor look uneasily at the ground.)

STEVEN: What, she was with Holliday?
CHARLIE: Surely was. Him, her'n Kate lid out together, friendly as you please.
STEVEN: Yeah, but... Look, surely she left a message or something?
CHARLIE: Now Mister, iff'n you're involved in a killin' you don't leave no messages, you git.
STEVEN: Well we've gotta find!
CHARLIE: Well friend, you wanna find her, you find Doc Holliday.
DOCTOR: Now don't be ridiculous; Doc Holliday's a great friend of mine. He gave me a gun, he extracted my tooth. Good gracious me what more do you want?! Come along boy. Come along, come along!

(The Doctor and Steven exit the saloon.)

STEVEN: Tch! Doctor, he's a gunman..!

(Charlie looks upwards.)

CHARLIE: His next extraction's gonna be a bullet.


(Holliday has kept his promise to Wyatt, but only just; having arrived in Richmond, a town a mere mile and a quarter South-West of Tombstone. Doc Holliday and Kate have tied up the horses and they are walking with Dodo towards a building. The back of the Wagon Hotel advertises "ROOMS" in large, friendly letters.)

BALLAD: 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.

HOLLIDAY: I reckon this'll do us for the night, Kate. There's a bar right across the street 'n a gamblin' saloon real close...
KATE: Doc, we're ain't enough out of Tombstone. We could have ridden thirty, forty miles b'morn'.
HOLLIDAY: There ain't no sense in riding too far when we may have to go back again real soon. Come on Kate.
KATE: Ah, but Doc...
HOLLIDAY: Come on with you!

(They ascend a set of wooden external steps, and enter the hotel.)


(They enter a plushly decorated lamplit suite. Within, an aspidistra in a vase sits on a wooden plinth; fine old Victorian floral-papered walls are hung with pictures and two doors face each other beside a net-curtained window leading to the warm night outside.)

KATE: Back to Tombstone! You wanna get yourself killed, is that it?
HOLLIDAY: I ain't arguing with ya. Look all I want is to get myself a drink. Look, I told Wyatt I'd stay close.

(Holliday walks into the lefthand room a throws his hat and bag onto a large brass bed.)

KATE: Yeah, and Wyatt just got through drivin' ya out, remember?
HOLLIDAY: Hey, he'll be wantin' me back again soon as the real trouble starts.
KATE: Real trouble?! Now look Kate, there's only him and Masterson ta handle things if old man Clanton decides to throw anything against 'em and I gotta get back.

(Dodo watches from her room.)

DODO: I've got to get back too remember!
HOLLIDAY: Sure, I promised the little lady that I'd see her back he-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.

(Holliday leaves the suite loudly closing the door behind him.)

KATE: Hah, him and his promises!
DODO: Nice to find someone who keeps their word.
KATE: It's all he ever kept in his life honey. Lost everythin' else he ever had.

(Dodo squeaks as five shots ring out, but Kate just looks annoyed.)

KATE: Not again!

(Holliday comes back with a tray of food and drink.)

HOLLIDAY: It's alright ladies, it's alright. I just ran into an old friend and he er...he kinda lost his appetite.


(A shadowy figure approaches the Last Chance Saloon.)

BALLAD: It's your last chance of earning
Your gunfighters fee;
The pay is in Dollars,
But the bullets are free.

It's your last chance of cussing
At a gunfighters doom;
It's your last chance of nothin'
It's the Last Chance Saloon!

(The figure breaks his six-shooter, checks the bullets and snaps it shut again before stepping through the saloon doors.)


(The saloon is in darkness, lit by a single paraffin lamp on the bar keeping a number of empty decanters company. The man walks in and stops.)

CHARLIE: Sorry stranger, the bar is closed.
RINGO: Is that so?

(The man turns up the lamp to light his cigar, illuminating his face.)

RINGO: You can just open it up again.
CHARLIE: Now see here...

(He gawps.)

CHARLIE: Ringo...Johnny Ringo.
RINGO: Shut up! Gimme a drink.
CHARLIE: Yes sir Mr Ringo. What'll it be sir?
RINGO: Double straight.

(Charlie promptly pours him a glass of whiskey.)

RINGO: Hey, how come you know my name?
CHARLIE: I guess everybody... I mean, I sure enough heard about you.
RINGO: What have you heard?
CHARLIE: Well...

(Ringo knocks back the drink and slams the glass down on the bar.)

CHARLIE: Nothin' sir, nothin' at all.
RINGO: So what's your name?
CHARLIE: Charlie sir.
RINGO: Charlie eh? So you've heard nothing about me?
CHARLIE: No, no I ain't.
RINGO: Ain't very flattering is it?
CHARLIE: I guess not...I mean...well what I was meaning was...
RINGO: Yeah go on, go on Charlie...
CHARLIE: I heard somethin' about you this evenin' as a matter o' fact. A couple o' boys was askin' after you.
CHARLIE: Two of the Clantons. Ike and uh...Billy it was.
RINGO: And what was they askin'?
CHARLIE: Well they said to try and git word to you as their Pa would pay you five hundred if you'd throw in wi' them agin' Wyatt Earp.
RINGO: I've got business of my own to settle first. Personal business with Doc Holliday.
CHARLIE: Why now Mr Ringo, excuse me and it-it ain't strictly none of my business, but I reckon that'll suit them just fine. Cause they're a-laying for Holliday too!
RINGO: Is that so? Then here's something else you can tell 'em; Holliday is mine! I trailed him clear away from Fort Griffin, understand?
CHARLIE: Yeah, sure Mr Ringo.

(Charlie pours another drink, but his hand is shaking so much that he slops most of it over the counter. Ringo snatches the bottle.)

RINGO: Oh give it here! I'll do the pouring. You sure got the shakes real bad.

(Ringo pours himself another drink.)

CHARLIE: It's er, it's on the house sir.
RINGO: I never figured different.

(Ringo knocks back his drink.)

CHARLIE: I can't wait to see Wyatt Earp's face when he hears you're going against him.

(Ringo stiffens.)

RINGO: Plannin' on tellin' him?

(Charlie looks even more scared than before.)

CHARLIE: Why no Mr Ringo. I-I was only sayin'...
RINGO: Charlie, Charlie, Charlie... You say too much, uh?

(He laughs and walks a little away from the bar and towards the staircase.)

CHARLIE: I-I-I I won't say nothin' to nobody!

(Ringo stops at the staircase.)

RINGO: Now ain't that just the truth. Hey Charlie?

(Ringo pulls out his weapon and shoots. Charlie slumps dead over his beloved bar, the bottle in his hand gushing fluid all over the floor. Ringo smiles and blows the smoke from his barrel.)

RINGO: Goodnight Charlie.

(He walks up the stairs.)

BALLAD: So it's curtains for Charlie,
That barman 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 barman
Has gotten a shroud.


(Holliday is enjoying a good chuckle when Dodo rushes into the room.)

DODO: You ready to leave?
HOLLIDAY: I'm ready to jump like a mountain hare, you come bursting in here like that Missy.
DODO: You did say that you were taking me back to my friends today.

(Holliday looks at her with lazy boredom.)

HOLLIDAY: Yeah, today... Or the day after...
DODO: You promised!
HOLLIDAY: I promised to take you back safe home and I will do so in my own good time!

(Dodo picks up the Doc's gun which he's left on the bedside table and points it at him in an attempt to be menacing.)

DODO: We're leaving now.

(The Doc almost falls over with laughter at the sight.)

HOLLIDAY: What're you attempting to do with that there offensive weapon?
DODO: Shoot you if I have to.

(She cocks the gun and the Doc stops laughing.)

HOLLIDAY: Now how'd you reckon to get back to Tombstone without me?
DODO: I shall try not to kill you. I shall aim for your arm.
HOLLIDAY: That's real thoughtful just at the moment you're aiming right between my eyes.
DODO: Oh I'm sorry...

(She moves the gun a little.)

DODO: Is that better?

(The Doc nods a little.)

HOLLIDAY: It's an improvement.
DODO: Right, now take me back to Tombstone.
HOLLIDAY: Ah, seems like I ain't got no alternative.
DODO: No Doctor Holliday, I don't believe you have.
HOLLIDAY: Then I promise on my oath as a gentleman of Georgia that I will take you back to Tombstone by nightfall.
DODO: Oh thank goodness for that.

(The Doc grabs the gun and lifts it out of Dodo's hand and she appears to wobble on her feet a little.)

DODO: Would you mind getting me a glass of water? I feel rather faint.
KATE: Now what in Hades goes on here?
HOLLIDAY: Ah, the young lady and I have to go right back to Tombstone right away.
KATE: Oh, and what about me?
HOLLIDAY: You stay right here and I'll come right back and get you.
KATE: Now see here Doc Holliday you ain't plannin' on runnin' out..!
HOLLIDAY: Now Kate, for the first time in my life I have just been taken, beaten to the draw.
DODO: Oh I honestly didn't want to have to shoot you.
HOLLIDAY: And I didn't want to have to shoot you neither.

(With a flick of his fingers he reveals his tiny microgun in his hand. Kate catches Dodo as she falls backwards in a dead faint.)


BALLAD: He knew Johnny's name
And he spoke it out loud.
Now Charlie the barman
Has gotten a shroud.

(Charlie is still slumped over the bar when the Doctor and Steven come down the stairs.)

DOCTOR: Well as soon as we've had breakfast my boy, I must check up with Mr Werp and ask him if he knows where they've all gone.
STEVEN: Mm, right.

(Steven rings the bell on the bar, and leans against the bar. Feeling something soft on his shoulder he turns and sees a hand attached to the corpse of Charlie on the bar.)

STEVEN: Doctor, look!
RINGO: High livin' and hard liquor. It don't pay.

(Ringo gets up from where he's sitting.)

STEVEN: Yeah, but he's been shot!
RINGO: Is that so?

(He smiles dangerously at Steven then turns and tosses a coin onto Charlie's corpse.)

RINGO: Here's something towards your funeral, friend.
DOCTOR: yes, er excuse me sir, but I think under the circumstances you'd better remain here until Mr Werp arrives. Hm-hm.
RINGO: Are you aimin' ah, to make me?
DOCTOR: Ah no, no.
RINGO: The only man in the territory low enough to kill an unarmed barman is Doc Holliday.
STEVEN: Hey wait a minute y...

(Steven grabs Ringo by the arm, then lets go as he gets a steely look.)

STEVEN: You know Holliday?
RINGO: And what's that to you?
DOCTOR: Well we must find him.
RINGO: Why is that?
DOCTOR: You see, a young lady of our acquaintance is with him.
RINGO: And what are you going to do when you find 'im?
STEVEN: I...w-well we'll take her away from 'im and bring her back here of course.

(Ringo smiles.)

RINGO: Plannin' on gunnin' him down, eh?
DOCTOR: Ooh certainly not sir, certainly not! I mean, hah, we're just going to er, well, er-er... Reason with him. Hm-hm!

(Ringo laughs.)

RINGO: Now that I'd really like to see!

(Ringo paces towards the saloon doors then stops. Beside the bar the Doctor whispers to Steven.)

DOCTOR: Do you know who that is?
DOCTOR: That's Johnny Ringo!
STEVEN: What that?
RINGO: Say, boy.

(Steven walks over to Ringo.)

STEVEN: Uh...yeah?
RINGO: See'n as you'n me's got common cause gettin' Doc Holliday, supposin' I was to let you ride with me?
STEVEN: Well, you-you know where he is?
RINGO: Reckon I do.
DOCTOR: Well, ha-ha, we'd be...mighty grateful. Hm-hm!
RINGO: I'm sure you would...Pop!

(Ringo shoves the Doctor out of his way and jabs Steven with a finger.)

RINGO: There's just one thing. If you get between me and him boy, don't go looking for me to hold my fire. I'd blast you down as soon as spit at ya!

(Steven wipes something from his cheek.)

STEVEN: Thanks.
DOCTOR: Disgusting habit!


WYATT: So brother Morgan can't make it uh?

(The young Warren Earp is slouching over the table.)

WARREN: T'ain't for me to tell ya; got himself mixed up in a range war, Albany way.
MASTERSON: Any word from Virgil?
WYATT: Could be anywhere between here and Montana.
WARREN: One way and another seems lucky you've got me around, and Morgan's been teachin' me how ta handle a gun.
WYATT: Oh... Not at your age my lad, and not against these dirty Clantons.

(Phineas, his head swathed in bandages, pushes his face against the bars.)

PHINEAS: How long're you all figurin' on k-k k-k k-keepin' me here?
MASTERSON: Just as long as it takes 'til the Judge hits town.
PHINEAS: Well when the Judge hears about you protectin' Doc Holliday just you see what happens!

(The Doctor walks in.)

DOCTOR: Did I er, did I hear the name Doc Holliday mentioned?
PHINEAS: Ya sure did!
DOCTOR: Yes, well I've got news of him.
WYATT: Well I thought you'd left town.
DOCTOR: Oh, Dodo you see... I mean, er, Miss Dupont has gone off with him. And er young Steven is following up and I've got to wait.
WYATT: You mean Regret has gone after Holliday alone?
DOCTOR: No-no my dear Marshall, no. She's gone with a young man by the name of Ringo.
WYATT: Ringo?!

(He thumps the gun he is cleaning onto the desk.)

DOCTOR: er, you've got a photograph of him here, look.

(He hands Wyatt a wanted poster and he throws it aside in exasperation.)

WYATT: That's all we needed! Boy the hosts of Midian are sure on the prowl tonight!
DOCTOR: Why, is he a friend of the Clanton's?
MASTERSON: Ringo is a friend of nobody. Professional gunfighter, sells hisself to the highest bidder.
WYATT: Yeah, and I reckon I know who that'll be.
PHINEAS: Better let me outta here while there's still time Earp!
WYATT: Ohh shut up!
DOCTOR: One more thing. I have to report a murder.

(Wyatt looks weary.)

WYATT: Yeah..?
DOCTOR: Yes, the barman at the Last Chance. I believe his name is Charlie isn't it?
WYATT: Charlie?

(He jumps up.)

MASTERSON: Who in thunder'd wanna kill Charlie?
WYATT: Hoh, that Ringo sure works fast!

(He puts his arm around Warren in a brotherly way.)

WYATT: Well, what of it lad? Guess I'm gonna left...have to leave you in charge after all, hah?

(He strides to the door.)

WYATT: C'mon Bat, lets get out to that Last Chance Saloon.
DOCTOR: Are you going to be alright?

(Warren smiles at the Doctor as he leaves and is still smiling when he glances at Phineas. Phineas grins back toothily and chuckles to himself.)


(Ringo and Steven stand in the street of Richmond, Steven looks around nervously as Ringo puffs on his cigar with an air of nonchalance. Somewhere in the distance a piano is playing the ballad.)

STEVEN: Look, uh... What makes you think we're gonna find him in this town?
RINGO: On account it's the only one since Tombstone. Doc'll be thirsty.
STEVEN: Well uh, how're we gonna find 'im?

(Ringo walks towards the veranda of a wooden building and points across the street.)

RINGO: Well I'll take this side, you take the other.
RINGO: Try at the saloon, ha?
STEVEN: Hey wait! H-how'm I gonna know 'im?

(Ringo laughs.)

RINGO: You'll know 'im boy, you'll know 'im.
STEVEN: Yeah right, I'll er, see you back here.

(Ringo walks a little way, then straightens up as he sees a figure in the distance.)

BALLAD: 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.

RINGO: Good evening Kate. Well ain't you glad to see me!
KATE: Johnny!
RINGO: Well ain't you?
KATE: Well uh...just kinda surprised that's all.
RINGO: Yeah, I'll bet. I heard you was gonna be hitched to Doc Holliday so I just came to congratulate you. You and the bridegroom both.
KATE: Oh, he ain't no bridegroom a mine Johnny.
RINGO: That ain't what I heard.
KATE: Oh but it's true! He er...ran out on me soon as we left Tombstone.
RINGO: Now why would he do a fool thing like that, pretty girl like you, hah?
KATE: Oh I er... I guess he found him a prettier one, Johnny.
RINGO: Regret's girl?
KATE: Yeah.
RINGO: So where's he takin' her?
KATE: They was headed for New Mexico.
RINGO: New Mexico...
KATE: Now Johnny, would I lie to you?
RINGO: Hmph! Well I guess he'll just have to wait 'til I finish this job here in Tombstone.
KATE: What job?
RINGO: You'll find out when we get there.
KATE: When we get there?
RINGO: Kate, I've followed you for nigh on two years figurin' out what I should do to you when I caught up. Holliday was gonna be first, but 'ccording to you he's in New Mexico, but you're right here. You're coming back to me Kate.
KATE: Oh well, thank ya kindly Johnny, but just supposin' I don't wish ta come back?!
RINGO: You'd better that's all; I could mebbe change my mind...

(He pulls out his gun.)

RINGO: Don't push your luck Kate, just go and get your things. While I tell Regret that there's been a change of plan. Git!

(Kate walks away with her head held high.)


(Phineas watches Warren where he is sitting at the table from behind the bars.)

PHINEAS: K-kinda young for responsibility ain't you boy?

(Warren answers without moving or even looking.)

WARREN: Talkin' to me?
PHINEAS: Can't think who else.
WARREN: You're wastin' your time Clanton, save it for the Judge.
PHINEAS: So you're Wyatt Earp's k-k-kid brother? How come he's lettin' 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.
WARREN: Seems to me Clanton that's exactly what they are doin'.
PHINEAS: I wouldn't say so boy, take a look behind you.
WARREN: I got no time to play games Clanton why don't you just shut up.
PHINEAS: Ok-k-kay, but i-iff'n I was you I'd take a look behind me just the same.

(The door is suddenly thrown open and Billy and Ike rush in, weapons raised.)

BILLY: Don't try it friend.
IKE: Where's the head man around here?
PHINEAS: Why, this is him Ike! Don't you recognise one of the fightin' Earps when you see one?
IKE: Ah, they get greener every year.
PHINEAS: D-don't k-kid around Ike. Masters-s'll be back soon, get me outta here!
BILLY: Where're the keys Earp?
WARREN: Over...over on the desk.
BILLY: Go get 'em, and fast.

(Warren moves to the table and picks up the large ring of goes for the gun, gets shot.)

BILLY: Yeehoo!
PHINEAS: Now that fixed it! They'll all be back here, get me outta here!
IKE: Get the keys Billy, make it fast. Come on let's go, let's go.

(They all rush out leaving the body of Warren on the floor.)

BILLY: That's just what I was needing, pcham!

BALLAD: It's curtains for Warren,
They gunned the kid down;
And them bad, cruel outlaws
Are heading for town.

So the Earps and the Clantons
Are aimin' to meet,
At the OK Corral
Near Calamity Street.

Next Episode: The OK Corral

The Doctor
William Hartnell

Dodo Chaplet
Jackie Lane

Steven Taylor
Peter Purves

Ike Clanton
William Hurndell

Phineas Clanton
Maurice Good

Billy Clanton
David Cole

Pa Clanton
Reed DeRouen

Johnny Ringo
Laurence Payne

David Graham

Wyatt Earp
John Alderson

Doc Holliday
Roy Godfrey

Kate Fisher
Sheena Marshe

Bat Masterson
Richard Beale

Title music by
Ron Grainer and the
BBC Radiophonic

Story Editor
Gerry Davis

Barry Newberry

Innes Lloyd

Rex Tucker

(C) BBCTV 1966

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