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Uh, those were RINGO's words.

RINGO
Well, didn’t think you had it in you.
(smiles, sets himself)
Shall we?

DARK SILHOUETTE
I’m your huckleberry.
Ringo stiffens as the silhouette steps into the waning light. It’s DOC, pale and drawn, looking like death
itself, but awake and ready just the same:

DOC
Why Johnny Ringo, you look like
Somebody just walked over your grave.
(sees his shock)
Oh, I wasn’t quite as sick as I
Made out.

RINGO
My fight’s not with you, Holliday.

DOC
I beg to differ. We started a
Fight we never got to finish.
Play for blood, remember?

RINGO
I was kidding about that.

For the last time, that Cheshire cat smile comes over Doc’s face:

DOC
I wasn’t.
(pins on 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….

RINGO
All right, lunger. Let’s do it.

DOC
Say when.
A long tense moment then both grunt in unison. Blurred movement, the FLASH of a GUNSHOT. Doc
slaps his gun back in it’s holster as Ringo stumbles, a bullet hole in the side of his head….

EXT – THICKET – SUNSET

Back in the thicket, Wyatt HEARS the gunshot and starts running…

EXT – OAK GROVE – SUNSET
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Blood coursing from the hole in his head, frenzied messages flickering all through his shattered brain,
going only on pure hate, Ringo stumbles and jerks, struggling to raise his pistol. Doc dances in front of
him, urging him on:

DOC
Come on! Come on!

But finally Ringo falls over into the crook of the oak tree, his pistol firing into the air harmlessly. Doc
looks down at him, shaking his head:

DOC
Oh Johnny. You’re no daisy, no
Daisy at all.

Just then Wyatt appears, looking at Doc in total shock.

WYATT
What happened?
Doc looks at him like he’s a fool then points to Ringo:

DOC
Poor soul, he was so high-strung.
Afraid the strain was more than
He could bear.