Why Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave.
Fight’s not with you, Holliday.
I beg to differ, sir. We started a
game we never got to finish.
Play for blood, remember?
I was just foolin' about.
For the last time, that Cheshire cat smile comes over Doc’s face:
(points to Wyatt’s badge)
And this time it’s legal.
Ringo nods, his hock replaced by a growing malice. As they set themselves, once again their eyes begin to
blaze, boring into each other, their concentrated rage focusing on each other, about to reach critical mass….
All right, lunger. Let’s do it.
A long tense moment then both grunt in unison. Blurred movement, the FLASH of a GUNSHOT. Doc
slaps his gun back in its holster as Ringo stumbles, a bullet hole in the side of his head….