:22:02
Now all we gotta do is keep our
eyes on that brass ring, fellas.
:22:05
You're the one, Wyatt.
:22:08
Why, Johnny Tyler!
:22:11
- You madcap!
- Doc?
:22:14
Where you goin'
with that shotgun?
:22:18
I didn't know you
was back in town.
:22:23
Well, well.
:22:25
How the hell are you?
:22:28
Wyatt, I am rolling.
Morgan.
:22:32
- Doc.
- Virgil.
:22:35
'Lo, Doc.
:22:38
Wyatt Earp?
:22:44
Going into business
for ourselves, Doc.
:22:47
- Wyatt just got us a faro game.
- Oh.
:22:51
Since when is faro
a business?
:22:53
- Didn't you always say that
gambling's an honest trade?
- No.
:22:57
I said poker's an honest trade.
Only suckers buck the tiger's
odds all on the house.
:23:01
Depends on how you look at it.
I mean, it's not like anybody's
puttin' a gun to their head.
:23:06
That's what I love about Wyatt.
He can talk himself into anything.
:23:12
Oh. Johnny, I apologize.
I forgot you were there.
:23:16
You may go now.
:23:19
Just leave that shotgun.
:23:26
Leave it.
:23:30
Thank you.
:23:34
Sheriff Behan!
:23:37
- Gentlemen!
- Sheriff,
:23:40
- have you met Doc Holliday?
- Piss on you, Wyatt.
:23:44
Mr. Holliday.
:23:48
Forgive me
if I don't shake hands.
:23:54
- So, how's our little town suit you?
- Fine. Fine.
:23:57
You know, I was thinking, what this town
could really use is a racetrack.