: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.
:24:00
Really? That's not a bad idea.
Send a signal we're growin' up.
:24:05
Way ahead of yourselves,
aren't you, boys? This
is just another mining camp.
:24:09
Have you seen how everyone dresses?
Awful tony for a mining camp.
:24:13
No sir, the die is cast.
We are growin'.
:24:15
- Be as big as San Francisco in
a few years, and just as sophisticated.
:24:19
- You son-of-a-bitch!
:24:23
Easy, gents!
It's a private affair!
:24:25
- Don't raise that iron.
I'm gonna have to...
- I'll kill you, you cheap son-of-a...
:24:32
Very cosmopolitan.
:24:36
I know him.
That's Creek Johnson.
:24:42
Wyatt? Doc?
:24:46
- Jack.
- What do you say, old friend?
:24:51
What the hell's that
all about, Creek?
:24:54
- He crawfished a bet
and called me a liar.
- Sheriff,
:24:57
may I present a pair
of fellow sophisticates:
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson,