KENNEDY:

Lux presents... Hollywood!

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KENNEDY:

Lever Brothers Company, the makers of Lux Flakes bring you "The Lux Radio Theatre", starring Henry Fonda, Richard Conte and Cathy Downs, in "My Darling Clementine". Ladies and Gentlemen, your producer...: Mr. William Keighley!

SFX:

APPLAUSE

KEIGHLEY:

Greetings from Hollywood, ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, we bring you the story of Wyatt Earp. Among the many heroes of the early West, Wyatt Earp, and his three brothers, stand as symbols of "the fighting marshal"; the sheriff who fought with fist and gun to establish law and order on our frontier. Earp is played tonight by Henry Fonda, in Twentieth Century Fox's screen success, "My Darling Clementine". Co-starred with Henry is Cathy Downs, also from the original cast, and that new and talented arrival among screen stars, Richard Conte! "My Darling Clementine" was filmed in Arizona in that primitive, weirdly beautiful country of the Navajos. There were no laundry facilities there, of course. And Cathy Downs was telling me how she, and other members of the troop, did their own in tubs of luke-warm water and Lux Flakes! They were observed in this daily ceremony by a group of fascinated squaws. And one of Cathy's favorite souvenirs is a cake of soap, made of yucca roots, that an Indian woman gave her in exchange for, yes you're right, a box of Lux! Which only goes to prove that the bargaining instincts of the red man, or red woman in this case, are as keen as ever. It's playtime, and here's Henry Fonda, starred as Wyatt Earp, Richard Conte as Doc Holliday, and Cathy Downs as "My Darling Clementine". Our curtain rises on the first act?

SONS OF THE PIONEERS :

(singing) "Oh my darlin', oh my darlin',: Oh my darlin' Clementine?" (they hum for the rest of KEIGHLEY's speech)

KEIGHLEY:

Arizona? the 1880's. Along a broad sweep of rangeland, a herd of cattle settles down for the night. Nearby, around the campfire, four men have just finished supper. The men are brothers, the Earp brothers; James, Virgil, Morgan and Wyatt. Wyatt Earp, until recently a United States Marshal at Dodge City. Suddenly, breaking through the twilight, five riders draw up to the camp?: SFX: HORSES GALLOPING UP TO A STOP/COWS IN DISTANCE

OLD MAN CLANTON:

(calling out off mike) Howdy-

WYATT:

(friendly; yelling off mike) -Howdy! (at mike, to his brothers) Wait here boys, I'll see what he wants?

OLD MAN CLANTON:

(at mike) M'name's Clanton mister. These here're m'boys.

WYATT:

Evenin'.

EVERYONE ADLIBS GREETINGS TO EVERYONE ELSE

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Your cattle herd?

WYATT:

Yeah, me-n-m'brothers are trailin'em on to California-

OLD MAN CLANTON:

You'll never make it, son. If you ain't got'em committed to no shipper, I'll take'em off yer hands

WYATT:

(amiably) Thanks? not interested

OLD MAN CLANTON:

-Me-n-m'boys'll make you a good offer? pay you in silver, five dollars a head-

WYATT:

Made more'n that in Mexico

OLD MAN CLANTON:

They'll be a sorry lookin' lot by th'time they get to California, son

WYATT:

Oh they'll feed out when they get to grass? say, what do they call this place

OLD MAN CLANTON:

-Just over the rise there, a big town called Tombstone? fine town?

WYATT:

"Tombstone"? yeah, heard of it. Well, me-n-m'brothers might ride in there tonight, get a shave maybe. Glass of beer-

OLD MAN CLANTON:

-Yeah, you'd enjoy yourself! Wide-awake, wide-open town, Tombstone. Get anything you want there-

WYATT:

Well, thanks fer stoppin' by

OLD MAN CLANTON:

-Change yer mind about them cattle, I'll be around. (to his sons) C'mon boys.

SFX:

WHIP CRACKS/HORSES GALLOPING AWAY

(beat)

 

MORGAN:

More coffee, Wyatt?

WYATT:

No thanks, Morg. That was a tribe of Clanton. Looked about as mangy as we do.

VIRGIL:

Well let's get to cleanin' up supper dishes.

SFX:

METAL DISHES BEING PUT AWAY

MORGAN:

James, that was mighty fine chow, son. One of these days you're gonna be as good a cook as Ma!

JAMES:

Well, I'm learnin' and tryin'-

WYATT:

-That's what I keep tellin'em. Corie Sue ain't marryin' him 'cause he's so pretty! It's cause he's such an awful good cook!

JAMES:

(laughing shyly) That's a fact?

VIRGIL:

Hey if we're goin' into town, what're we waitin' for?

WYATT:

Supper dishes, brother Virg-

JAMES:

Aw go on! I'll clean up here! My turn to tend herd anyway

MORGAN:

Don't be lonesome, kid

JAMES:

-I won't be lonesome!

WYATT:

You can sit here'n think about yer girl. I'll betcha marry Corie Sue first day we get back home!

JAMES:

(shyly excited) Look, I-I didn't show you this? I bought it for her last week. Think she'll like it?

WYATT:

Say, whaddya call that thing? A necklace?

JAMES:

Sort of, I guess. It's a pendant. Solid silver.

WYATT:

Sure is pretty, James. Gonna look mighty pretty in them yellow curls of Corie Sue's.

JAMES:

Aw, ain't that th'truth now? Well, if you're goin' into town, y'better mount up!

WYATT:

Keep the fire goin', James. We'll be back before five hours?

MFX::

SFX: HORSES WALKING UP/LIGHT RAIN

MORGAN:

Well, we sure wasted a dollar for that bath in town?

VIRGIL:

Could've stayed with James and just stood out in this rain-

WYATT:

It's comin' down all right

MORGAN:

-That's some wide-open town that Tombstone, huh?

WYATT:

Yeah.

MORGAN:

Funny you runnin' into Mr. Scott-

VIRGIL:

What "Mr. Scott"?

WYATT:

Knew'em back in Dodge City, Virg? he's mayor of Tombstone now.

MORGAN:

Know what he did? Offered Wyatt a job as marshal? 250 dollars a month!

VIRGIL:

250- well, Wyatt, y'didn't take it, didcha?

WYATT:

I sure didn't. We're in th'cattle business-

MORGAN:

I don't know whether we are or not! Pull up!

WYATT:

What're you talkin' about?

MORGAN:

Look!! Those boulders! We left our cattle just north of those boulders-

VIRGIL:

How can y'see in all this rain

MORGAN:

-I can see all right! They're gone Wyatt! The cattle's gone!

WYATT:

(realizing) James-

MORGAN:

The chuck wagon's still there, see

VIRGIL:

S'likely James is still in the wagon

WYATT:

-C'mon!

SFX:

HORSES GALLOPING AWAY

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VIRGIL :

(in shock) He's dead, Wyatt? James is dead.

WYATT:

Shot in the back? our kid brother, shot in the back. Morgan, Virgil? We're goin' back into town!

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WYATT:

(fading up into the mike) When we got there, Mr. Scott, James was dead and the cattle was gone! All I wanna know is? is that Marshal'n job still open?

MAYOR SCOTT:

Sure is, Wyatt-

WYATT:

-I'd like to take it then! Providin' m'two other brothers're deputies!

MAYOR SCOTT:

When do you want to start-

WYATT:

-Now? (getting an idea) who runs the gambling in this town?

MAYOR SCOTT:

Fella named Holliday. Doc Holliday.

WYATT:

Who runs the cattle?

MAYOR SCOTT:

The Clantons. Old Man Clanton and his four sons. Say, er, where y'figurin' on livin' Wyatt?

WYATT:

Hadn't thought about it, yet.

MAYOR SCOTT:

I'll get some rooms here in the hotel for you and your brothers. Swear you all in over at th'jail first thing in th'mornin'.

WYATT:

Any idea about where I might find Old Man Clanton?

MAYOR SCOTT:

Hard t'say. Doc Holliday's place, maybe.

WYATT :

(fading off mike) Thanks. I'll try Holliday ?

MFX:

SALOON PIANO

SFX:

SALOON CROWD

WYATT:

Good evenin' Mr. Clanton.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Huh? Oh, evenin'.

WYATT:

Well, you were right.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Huh?

WYATT:

Our cattle. You said I wouldn't get very far with them. It was rustled this evenin'-

OLD MAN CLANTON:

That so? That's too bad. (to his sons) Y'here that boys? Fella's herd was rustled. (back to WYATT) Well, guess you ain't headin' fer California, then

WYATT:

-No? I just got m'self a job.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Cow punchin'?

WYATT:

Marshal'n.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Marshal in'? In Tombstone? Well good luck to ya, Mr., er-

WYATT:

-Earp. Wyatt Earp.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Huh? Oh? well, goodnight Mr. Earp. (fading off mike) C'mon boys

MFX:

WYATT:

(talking to his brother's grave, alone) This here's not much of a grave, James. Best we can do for ya now. Eighteen years old. Didn't get much of a chance, didja? I wrote to Pa and Corie Sue? they're gonna be all busted up over it. Corie Sue's young, but Pa? guess he'll never git over it. I'll be comin' out here t'see ya regular, James? so'll Morg and Virg. We're gonna be around here for a while. Can't tell? maybe when we even leave this country, young kids like you will be able t'grow up'n live safe. We're not fergittin' ya James?

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MORGAN:

We're gittin' nowhere sittin' around the jailhouse Wyatt! Where's Virg?

WYATT:

Washin' up in th'hotel. He's all day scoutin' the Clanton's range. They been movin' cattle all right, but that doesn't prove anything.

MORGAN:

Got any ideas?

WYATT:

No? well, I'm goin' over to Doc Holliday's place?

MORGAN:

Holliday's back in town?

WYATT:

If he isn't, I'll wait for'em.

MORGAN:

What about Holliday's girl? The one who sings there?

WYATT:

Chihuahua? She won't talk. See ya later, Morg!

MFX:

SALOON PIANO

SFX:

SALOON CROWD

CHIHUAHUA:

Baldy? You-you busy?

BALDY:

Bar's kinda slow this afternoon, Chihuahua.

CHIHUAHUA:

You know when Doc's coming back? I hear he'll be back tonight.

BALDY:

Maybe. I ain't heard.

CHIHUAHUA:

Where has he been this time Baldy?

BALDY:

Tucson? over the border? who knows where Doc goes?

CHIHUAHUA:

That's right. Who knows? (beat) Hm? I see the new marshal's a poker player.

BALDY:

He's been doin' all right, too-

CHIHUAHUA:

I don't like marshals! Maybe I go hang around the table a little while

BALDY:

Careful, Chihuahua

CHIHUAHUA:

(going off mike, laughing) -Ho-ho- sure! Sure!

MFX:

SALOON PIANO

SFX:

POKER CHIPS BEING HANDLED

POKER PLAYER #1:

Well, Marshal? Your play.

WYATT:

My play. I love poker. Yessir, I really love poker!

POKER PLAYER #2:

Oh, howdy Chihuahua-

CHIHUAHUA:

Mind if I watch

POKER PLAYER #1:

Sure hang around. Maybe you'll bring me some luck

THE COLONEL:

It's still your play, Marshal

WYATT:

-Now what would I do if I was in yer boots, Colonel? Yer a real gambler, huh? Make yer livin' at it, huh?

THE COLONEL:

(nervously chuckling) Oh well I just-

WYATT:

-You just drew three cards and I stood pat? and yet you raised me. Now, the question is, what should I do?

THE COLONEL:

Take yer time, Marshal-

WYATT:

-Poker's a game of chance? isn't it Chihuahua?

CHIHUAHUA:

Some people think so-

WYATT:

-But th'way yer standin' over my shoulder, increases the odds considerable!

CHIHUAHUA:

(chuckling) What's the matter, sport-

WYATT:

-Oh nothin', 'cept you just told th'Colonel what cards I'm holdin'-

CHIHUAHUA:

(getting mad) Oh you got eyes in back of your head, huh

WYATT:

That mirror over the bar! I saw you raise three fingers; y'better git outta here Chihuahua

CHIHUAHUA (angrily curses in Spanish)

WYATT:

And if I catch you doin' that again, I'll send you back over th'border where you belong

CHIHUAHUA:

This is Doc Holliday's town! When he comes back

POKER PLAYER #1:

Better run along, Chihuahua

CHIHUAHUA:

(going off mike) -Oh sure? sure I run along!

THE COLONEL:

(clearing his throat) Now, er, where-where were we?

WYATT:

Sorry, gents, but I don't like eight-handed poker games-

THE COLONEL:

Oh now Marshal, you don't think that I

WYATT:

-Naw, naw. Now let's see? you just raised me? yeah. Well, seein' as how you know I got three-of-a-kind, I'll just have t'call you!

THE COLONEL:

Guess you lose, Marshal! Got a little straight that should-

(EVERYONE STOPS TALKING)

 

WYATT:

Well?

POKER PLAYER #1:

(urgently whispering) Doc just walked in!

WYATT:

(whispering) Huh? Ohhhh, that's Doc Holliday, huh? Nice-lookin' fella.

DOC:

(off mike) I though I told you t'get outta town Colonel-

THE COLONEL:

(nervously) -Yeah, but D-Doc, I-I told you I'd cutcha in-

DOC:

(at mike now) I told you to get outta town

SFX:

CHAIR BEING PUSHED BACK FAST ON WOODEN FLOOR

THE COLONEL:

(nervously) -I'm goin', Doc, I'm goin'-

DOC:

(at mike now) You're headin' in th'wrong direction. That door's for ladies and gentlemen? you go through the kitchen

THE COLONEL:

(nervously, off mike) -Sure Doc? sure!!!

DOC:

Go on with your game, gentlemen.

SFX:

CHAIRS BEING PUSHED BACK FAST ON WOODEN FLOOR/BOOTS MOVING QUICKLY OUT

POKER PLAYER #1:

(nervously) It's-er-it's getting late? I better cash in.

SFX:

OTHER CARD PLAYERS MUTTER IN AGREEMENT

WYATT:

This sure is a hard town for a fella t'have a quiet game of poker in.

DOC:

Sorry to have broken it up. I just don't like the way the Colonel plays.

WYATT:

Doesn't matter. I just been killin' time anyway. Been waitin' t'see you.

DOC:

I've been outta town, Mr. Earp.

WYATT:

So you know who I am-

DOC:

-I know all about you? and your reason for being here.

WYATT:

Yeah, I've heard a lot about you, too, Doc. You've left your mark around in Deadwood, Denver, and places? in fact a man could almost follow your trail goin' from graveyard t'graveyard.

DOC:

There's a graveyard here, too. The biggest graveyard west of the Rockies. Marshals and I usually get along much better when we understand that, right away.

WYATT:

Get yer meanin' Doc-

DOC:

-Good. Have a drink.

WYATT:

Thanks. Believe I will.

DOC:

(yelling off mike) Baldy? A glass of champagne for the marshal!

WYATT:

(yelling to BALDY) Make it whiskey-

DOC:

-You're my guest, Marshal. Champagne. Plan on staying here long?

WYATT:

A while-

DOC:

-'Til you catch the rustlers who killed your brother, huh?

WYATT:

That's th'general idea.

DOC:

What's the specific idea?

WYATT:

I don't follow you quite-

DOC:

-Well, you haven't taken it into your head to deliver us all from evil?

WYATT:

I hadn't thought of it quite like that, but? it ain't a bad idea. That's what I'm getting' paid for.

DOC:

Let's get down to cases, Marshal? what about me, for instance? How would you handle me if I took a notion to break the law?

WYATT:

You already have from I've heard. Th'law's my business Doc.

DOC:

I see we're in opposite camps.

(beat)

 

WYATT:

But why draw a gun?

DOC:

To learn how good you are with yours. I'm a great one for education, Marshal.

WYATT:

Sorry? but I'm not carrying a gun.

DOC:

We can remedy that quick enough. (yelling off mike) Hey, you down there? Let's have your gun!

SFX:

GUN BEING SLID ACROSS THE BARTOP

DOC:

There's a gun, Mr. Earp.

WYATT (chuckling):

Yeah? looks familiar, too. Belongs to my brother. (yelling off mike) Thanks, Virg!

VIRGIL:

(yelling from off mike) S'alright Wyatt! I got another!

DOC:

Now if I kill you, Marshal, chances are, he'd kill me-

WYATT:

Chances are

DOC:

-It might ruin my reputation as a gambler.

WYATT:

Folks might say you were a fool to have started it.

DOC:

So let's have that drink instead.

WYATT:

(yelling off mike) Virg, meet Doc Holliday!

VIRGIL:

(coming up to mike) Howdy Doc!

DOC:

Howdy. Have a drink-

VIRGIL:

Thank you

DOC:

I'd like you to join us too, Baldy

BALDY:

-Yes, sir? thank you Doc.

DOC:

Well gentlemen? to your health!

WYATT:

To your health, Doc-

SFX:

DOC HAS COUGHING FIT

BALDY:

-Doc? You all right?

DOC:

(through the coughing) Yes? I'm all right. (takes a breath) Fill up the glass. (exhales). Going to the performance tonight, Marshal-

WYATT:

Performance

DOC:

Haven't you noticed the posters

WYATT:

Oh that? Shakespeare's come to Tombstone, huh

DOC:

-Yeah, it's been a long time since I've heard Shakespeare. How would you like to join me?

WYATT:

Fine? with or without a gun?

DOC:

With, by all means. Next time your brother might not be around?

(MFX)

 

SFX:

BOOTS WALKING DOWN A WOODEN SIDEWALK

WYATT:

Where we goin', Doc?

DOC:

To find our Shakespearean actor. The theatre is filled with people and he hasn't even showed up.

WYATT:

I'm afraid Mr. Granville P. Thorndyke is drunk-

DOC:

Well drunk or not, we'd better get him there. The last three shows we've had the star's been drunk and the management had to fill in with bird imitations. Well, the populations getting pretty sick of bird imitations Mr. Earp

WYATT:

Guess we better find Thorndyke then

DOC:

Unless you want to have a riot on your hands. Me, it doesn't matter

WYATT:

-I'd still like to know where we're goin'-

DOC:

-There's a little Mexican saloon. Since he's not at my place, chances are, he's there?

THORNDYKE:

(fading up to the mike) Believe me gentlemen, I must get to the theatre-

IKE CLANTON:

-Shaddup, Thorndyke! We don't want any more poetry, y'understand? If yer an actor, act!

PHIN CLANTON:

(chuckling) Maybe he'd rather dance, Ike-

SFX:

GUNSHOTS

THORNDYKE:

No! Please? please

IKE CLANTON:

I wanna see some actin' Phin! He can dance later

THORNDYKE:

-Very well?: To be, or not to be: that is the question:

(speaks the soliloquy in background until DOC says "I want to hear this", then comes back to mike)

DOC:

Well, there's your actor Mr. Earp

WYATT:

Now to get'em outta here

DOC -:

No wait? stay back. I want to here this-

THORNDYKE (cont.) :

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer: The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,: Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,: And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep;: No more; and by a sleep to say we end: The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks: That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation: Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;: To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come: When we have shuffled off this mortal coil-,

IKE CLANTON:

Ah that's enough!! You don't know nothin' but poems

DOC:

Leave him alone Clanton

IKE CLANTON:

What oh- oh sure Doc? sure-

DOC:

-Please go on, Mr. Thorndyke.

THORNDYKE:

Thank you sir.: (he tries to recite where he left off) Must-must give us pause?: Must give us pause?: (to DOC) P-please help me sir?: DOC (picking it up where THORNDYKE left off): Must give us pause: there's the respect: That makes calamity of so long life;: For who would bear the whips and scorns of time: the law's delay,: The insolence of office and the spurns: That patient merit of the unworthy takes,: When he himself might his quietus make

(begins coughing) Excuse me Marshal?

PHIN CLANTON:

What's the matter with Doc?

WYATT:

-I dunno. (to THORNDYKE) They're waitin' for ya at th'theatre, Mr. Thorndyke.

THORNDYKE:

Thank you sir. Shakespeare was not intended for taverns, sir. Nor for tavern lot-

IKE CLANTON:

Hey, wait a minute, Marshal! Hamlet stays here

SFX:

SCUFFLE /GUNSHOT/CROWD NOISE

OLD MAN CLANTON:

What's going on in here?

WYATT:

My apologies, Mr. Clanton, I had to hit Ike. And I guess I creased one of Phin's ribs.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Phin, you all right?

PHIN CLANTON:

I-I'm all right-

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Guess they had a little too much to drink, Mr. Earp

WYATT:

-Sure? I figured they were just havin' themselves some fun? (going off mike) c'mon Mr. Thorndyke, I'll take ya to th'theatre?

(beat)

 

OLD MAN CLANTON:

(quietly, to his sons) What happened?

PHIN CLANTON:

I pulled m'gun on'em, Pa, and when I did he-

OLD MAN CLANTON:

(intensely) Y'see this whip? all of you? You see this whip

SFX:

WHIPPING/SONS BEGGING FOR PA TO STOP

OLD MAN CLANTON:

(intensely) -Next time, when one of you pulls a gun, kill a man! Understand? Kill a man!!

(MFX)

 

SFX:

APPLAUSE

KENNEDY:

Our stars Henry Fonda, Richard Conte, and Cathy Downs will return in a moment with Act Two of "My Darling Clementine". Libby Collins, Hollywood Reporter, I hear there was quite a bit of monkey business going on over at Paramount Studios, while they were filming that exciting adventure story, "Calcutta"-

COLLINS:

-Monkey shines, to be exact!

KENNEDY:

How come?

COLLINS:

Well, when I arrived on the set, there was Gail Russell-

KENNEDY:

-She co-stars in "Calcutta" with Alan Ladd and William Bendix, doesn't she?

COLLINS:

Mm-hmm. And the scene of the picture is the glamorous, mysterious city in India! Well, there was Gail admiring the most expensive prop in the picture-

KENNEDY:

(guessing) Well, let's see? India? Mm, probably a gem

COLLINS:

-Mm, good guess! It's a gorgeous 106-carat Star Sapphire! But while Gail was admiring it, a cute ring-tailed monkey was watching her, just a few feet away. Josephine, that's the monkey's name, became so intrigued with the shining stone, that she made a dash for Gail, tried to climb on her lap, and in the scuffle-

KENNEDY:

-Gail's costume suffered?

COLLINS:

No? but her beautifully shear nylon stockings were ruined!

KENNEDY:

Awww? too late for Lux then wasn't it, Libby?

COLLINS:

Well, yes. But Lux came to the rescue all the same! You see, the wardrobe department keeps dozens of beautiful nylons lovely, with Lux care. So whisk! Out comes another pair, Gail changes, and the shooting goes on. Of course Josephine was in disgrace-

KENNEDY:

Well I should think so! Really lovely, sheer nylons are treasures these days. But then, that kind of an accident isn't likely to happen to many girls

COLLINS:

-Nooo, but often a run pops for no reason at all. At least, that's what some girls think.

KENNEDY:

-The chances are those unexplained runs come from using a strong soap! Lux girls know better than to risk that, Libby Collins, Hollywood Reporter. For we've proved, in hundreds of tests by an impartial laboratory, how Lux cuts down runs. Over 50 percent! Yes, Lux stockings lasted twice as long under the most severe "strain tests". Twice as long as stockings washed with a strong soap! So, it's never wise to take chances? use gentle Lux to double stocking-wear!! We return you now to William Keighley.

KEIGHLEY:

Act Two of "My Darling Clementine" starring Henry Fonda as Wyatt Earp, Richard Conte as Doc Holliday, and Cathy Downs as Clementine.

(MFX)

 

KEIGHLEY:

It's a couple of weeks now since Wyatt Earp settled down in Tombstone. But the new marshal's no closer to discovering the murderer of his brother James. It could be the Clantons. It could even be Doc Holliday. Doc, who's haunted by a racking cough. Doc, the tavern-keeper who quotes Shakespeare and scorns the law! One person might know the full story of the mysterious Doc Holliday? his dark-skinned girl, Chihuahua. But Chihuahua's full of smiles and silence. Early one morning, the westbound stagecoach leaves a passenger at the mansion-house. Alone on the porch, Wyatt Earp watches her come up the hotel steps.

SFX:

FOOTSTEPS COMING UP WOODEN STEPS/CHAIR COMING DOWN HARD ON FLOOR

CLEMENTINE:

(coming up to mike/thinking WYATT is a hotel employee) If you don't mind getting out of your chair, I have some baggage that I need-

WYATT:

(humbly chuckling) Oh, sorry miss

CLEMENTINE:

Thank you

WYATT:

-Hotel clerk seems to have disappeared? as a rule he watches out for the stage. Any special place you want those bags?

CLEMENTINE:

Well, I'd like them brought to my room, but if the clerk is?(realizing) ohhhh.

WYATT:

Sumpin' wrong?

CLEMENTINE:

Why you're the sheriff!

WYATT (correcting her):

Uh-uh?marshal-

CLEMENTINE:

-I-I thought you were employed here. I'm terribly sorry.

WYATT:

No need to be sorry? 'bout time I got m'self outta that chair. You-er, here fer a visit?

CLEMENTINE:

I'm looking for someone. Doctor John Holliday.

WYATT:

You mean Doc Holliday?

CLEMENTINE:

Well-I imagine so-

WYATT:

Doc rode outta town early this mornin', Miss. Hard to say when he'll be back. Suppertime, most likely. (noticing HOTEL CLERK coming in) Oh here's the clerk now? (to CLERK) Got a customer for ya, m'aam! We want a nice room for Miss-er-

CLEMENTINE:

-Carter? Clementine Carter.

HOTEL CLERK:

Yes m'aam. Now, if'n you could just sign the register, Miss Carter. (chuckles/going off mike) Don't mean nuthin'? brightens up the place a little though?

SFX:

FOOTSTEPS ON A WOODEN FLOOR

CLEMENTINE:

You really didn't have to bring my bags upstairs, Marshal. I'm sure the clerk-

WYATT:

I told her to bring up a couple of buckets of hot water, case you wanted to take a bath-

CLEMENTINE:

-That's very thoughtful of you.

WYATT:

Well, here's your room. Hey, whaddya know-

CLEMENTINE:

-What's the matter?

WYATT:

Looks like they put you right across the hall from Doc Holliday.

CLEMENTINE:

That's John's room?

WYATT:

Yes m'aam-

CLEMENTINE:

-Well, I wonder if it's locked?

WYATT:

He doesn't have to lock his doors, Miss. Nobody in Tombstone'd be fool enough to waltz in there-

CLEMENTINE:

-I would.

WYATT:

(a little stunned) Well, er? come along then.

SFX:

DOOR OPENS

CLEMENTINE:

(taking it in) This is where he lives, then. Where John lives-

WYATT:

-That's right Miss.

CLEMENTINE:

Look? on the wall. His diploma from college.

WYATT:

(realizing how cultured DOC is) Yeah. That's a diploma all right-

CLEMENTINE:

He's a wonderful surgeon, isn't he

WYATT:

I wouldn't know, m'aam

CLEMENTINE:

And here his photograph. Why, I remember when he had this picture taken. See? He wore a moustache then?

WYATT:

(noticing something) That other picture? that's you, ain't it?

CLEMENTINE:

Yes I? was nurse then, in a hospital, in Boston. That's- that's how I met John.

WYATT (feeling like he's overstayed his welcome): Well? I guess I better get along Miss.

CLEMENTINE:

Thank you for your trouble, Marshal-

WYATT:

-A real pleasure. Hope Doc shows up soon.

CLEMENTINE:

Would he? come straight here to the hotel, do you suppose?

WYATT:

Well I'd imagine he'd go to that place down the stre-

CLEMENTINE:

-What place?

WYATT:

Well it's? sort of a bar-

CLEMENTINE:

-Then I'll wait for him there. What's the name of it?

WYATT:

(going off mike) It's called "Doc Holliday's Place", Miss?

MFX:

CHIHUAHUA SINGS THEN STOPS ALL OF A SUDDEN

SFX:

CROWD AD LIBS "HEY WHAT'S GOING ON? WHERE'S THE MUSIC?"

BALDY:

What's the matter Chihuahua? What'dya stop singin' for?

CHIHUAHUA:

That? girl who just spoke to you? she was here before, wasn't she?

BALDY:

Yeah. Come in twice this afternoon-

CHIHUAHUA:

(intensely) What does she want

BALDY:

Lookin' fer Doc

CHIHUAHUA:

So you send her to him

BALDY:

Well, of course I did. He's back now, isn't he? Mebbe he wants to see her too Awww don't look so mad, Chihuahua? you know Doc-

CHIHUAHUA:

(sadly) Yes. I know Doc

BALDY:

-Then stop worryin'? you're the only girl he pays attention to!

CHIHUAHUA:

Am I? Still I should like to know what's going on back there!

BALDY:

Awww ferget it willya? Come on? sing something! Sing something for old Baldy!

CHIHUAHUA:

Oh sure, Baldy? sure?

MFX:

CHIHUAHUA RESUMES HER SONG THEN SINGS BEHIND THE FOLLOWING DIALOGUE

DOC:

Clem? Clem I just don't know what to say-

CLEMENTINE:

-Aren't you glad to see me John?

DOC:

Sure Clem? sure but- (noticing that WYATT has entered the room) Oh I'd like you to meet a friend of mine? Wyatt Earp this is Miss Clementine Carter-

CLEMENTINE:

-We met earlier today, John. Good evening, Mr. Earp.

WYATT:

Howdy m'aam. Well, I'll see ya both later.

CLEMENTINE:

It's wonderful to see you again, John.

DOC:

Why did you come here?

CLEMENTINE:

You're happy I came? (beat) I-I can see that you're not? you're upset-

DOC:

-It was ill advised, Clem.

CLEMENTINE:

Any less ill advised than the way you gave up medicine and left Boston-

DOC:

How did you know I was here

CLEMENTINE:

I didn't know. I've been months finding you. From cow camp to cow camp, from one mining town to another. (ruefully chuckling) Well I should think, that if nothing more, you'd least be flattered for having a girl chase you

DOC:

Look Clem, you got to get out of here

CLEMENTINE:

-No-

DOC:

-This is no place for your kind of person.

CLEMENTINE:

What kind of a person am I, John?

DOC:

Please go home Clem, go back where you belong! Forget that you ever came (DOC gets a racking cough)

SFX:

FOOTSTEPS ON A WOODE3N FLOOR

CHIHUAHUA:

You heard what he said? he said "go back home".

CLEMENTINE:

Who are you?

CHIHUAHUA:

It does not matter who I am.

CLEMENTINE:

He's sick, isn't he? Those coughing spells? doe she have them frequently?

CHIHUAHUA:

Too often. Each time is worse-

SFX:

FOOTSTEPS RUNNING AWAY ON A WOODEN FLOOR

CHIHUAHUA:

-Oh that frightens you, doesn't it? Maybe now you go home, huh? (going off mike) Maybe now you leave him alone?

SFX:

DOC COUGHING COMING UP TO MIKE/SALOON NOISE

CLEMENTINE:

You're ill John. That's why you left home-

DOC:

That has nothing to do with it

CLEMENTINE:

As if that would have mattered

DOC:

I tell you Clem my health has nothing to do with it

CLEMENTINE:

I don't believe you

DOC:

Then I'll give you the truth! The man you once knew doesn't exist anymore; there's not a vestige of him left? nothing! Now come on, I'll take you back to the hotel

CLEMENTINE:

-John? please you can't send me away like this. You can't runaway from me, anymore than you can run away from yourself. Now I know you don't care whether you live or die. Oh you've tried to get yourself killed. I've heard all about you John, and you're wrong, so wrong. You've no right to destroy yourself, a world of friends back home who love you? and I love you?

DOC:

-There's a stage leaving in the morning. Take it Clem. If you don't, I'm moving on.

CLEMENTINE:

Very well, John? I'll go.

MFX:

CHIHUAHUA SINGING THE SAME SONG WHICH FADES IN THE BACKGROUND WHEN THE DIALOGUE BEGINS

DOC:

(calling from off mike) Come here Earp! You think your brothers can finish supper all by themselves, I'd like to see you-

WYATT:

(calling off mike) -Sure, Doc!

MORGAN:

(quietly to WYATT) Trouble?

WYATT:

I don't think so, Morg.

DOC:

(at mike) From where I'm standing Earp, that tin badge you're wearing doesn't give you the right to stick your nose into my personal affairs?

WYATT:

What's eatin' ya Doc?

DOC:

Why didn't you tell me Miss Carter had come to Tombstone?

WYATT:

Didn't she tell ya why? She wanted to surprise ya!

DOC:

-All right, all right? now let me alone!

WYATT:

I'll be around for awhile if you have any more questions?

DOC:

(yelling off mike) Baldy?

BALDY:

Yeah Doc?

DOC:

Give me that bottle and a glass-

BALDY:

Awww, Doc you're not going to start drinking whiskey again are you?

DOC:

I said "Give me that bottle and a glass!"-

BALDY:

Er, I'll pour it Doc

DOC:

-Shut up.

(SFX: WHISKEY POURING INTO GLASS/DOC DRINKING/ ABOUT FIVE SEPARATE SHOTS)

 

DOC:

(to Chihuahua) Stop singing, will you?!?!

MUSIC STOPS

CHIHUAHUA:

Oh Doc! Doc, what is wrong?

DOC:

Go squall your stupid little song somewhere else? now get out of here.

MORGAN:

(quietly to WYATT) Doc's sure lapping up the liquor-

WYATT:

I'm gonna see if I can get him outta here

MORGAN:

Finish your supper, Wyatt

WYATT:

-It's all right, I'm finished.

(beat)

 

DOC:

Have a drink Marshal-

WYATT:

No thanks, Doc

DOC:

-I said, "Have a drink Marshal"-

WYATT:

-No thanks. Look Doc, I ain't tryin' to poke my nose in your personal affairs, but, from where I stand a man will have to go a long way before he finds a nicer girl than that Miss Carter? or a pretty-er one fer that matter. There ain't a man who-

DOC:

-Marshal? you've said enough.

WYATT:

Just as you say, Doc.

SFX:

ANOTHER WHISKEY BEING POURED

DOC:

(as the whiskey pours) And this isn't any of your business, either-

WYATT:

You keep that up and you'll be outta business

DOC:

You've just given me a brilliant idea? it's time I tempted fate

WYATT:

What are you pullin' yer gun for

DOC:

Now let's see? who's in here tonight, that I don't particularly like

WYATT:

-That's a sucker game, Doc! There's probably fifty men around town, just waitin' t'see you get liquored up so they can fill you fulla holes!! Build'em a great reputation? 'The man that killed Doc Holliday!"

DOC:

See those fellas playing poker down there? if that lamp should suddenly crash down on their table? they may not like it? I'm going to find out Marshal

SFX:

GUNSHOT/GLASS CHANDELIER SHATTERS/CROWD REACTS ANGRILY

WYATT:

-Sorry I gotta do this, Doc!

SFX:

PUNCH/BODY FALLS TO FLOOR

WYATT:

-Gimme a hand, Baldy, let's get Doc to bed!

(MFX)

 

MORGAN:

Mornin', Wyatt.

WYATT:

Mornin' Morg? mornin' Virg. Have a good breakfast?

VIRGIL:

Three chops and four eggs! Feelin' pretty good! Y'sittin' all alone on th'porch?

WYATT:

Yeah? just came from the barbershop? got my haircut, see?

SFX:

CHURCH BELLS

MORGAN:

Looks nice? Virg and I figured on ridin out to James' grave?

WYATT:

Figured I might ride out m'self this afternoon-

MORGAN:

-Say is that a church bell I hear?

WYATT:

Yeah, that's a church bell all right.

VIRGIL:

Y'know, if I wasn't in the territory, I'd swear I was back home!

WYATT:

Yeah, with Ma scrubbin' our necks to go to camp meetin'.

MORGAN:

By golly, I bet that's what it is? a camp meetin'!

VIRGIL:

Could be? you know I could almost swear I smell the honeysuckle blossoms-

WYATT:

-That's me. Barber put some stuff on my hair.

VIRGIL:

Sure like t'know what happened, that a church bell's ringing in this god-forsaken town-

WYATT:

-They're tryin' t'build a new church, Virg. They need more money though. They're havin' a social this mornin', after th'service. Mayor said there's likely to be some dancin', too.

MORGAN:

Y'know there's probably a lot of nice people here? we just ain't met'em.

VIRGIL:

Let's get started Morg-

MORGAN:

-See ya later, Wyatt!

WYATT:

See ya later!

VIRGIL:

(from off mike) Oh hiya, Chihuahua!

WYATT:

(calling off mike) Mornin' Chihuahua! Lookin' fer someone?

CHIHUAHUA:

I'm going into the hotel? any objections?

WYATT:

Doc's still in his room, I think.

CHIHUAHUA:

He won't be there long when he finds out you're here! You hit him last night!! (going off mike) He come back down here and twist that tin badge around your heart!

SFX:

FOOTSTEPS ON WOODEN FLOOR/ POUNDING ON A DOOR

CLEMENTINE:

Yes, what is it?

CHIHUAHUA:

I came up here to see Doc- I decide to see you first!

CLEMENTINE:

What about?

CHIHUAHUA:

Oh, I see you are packing your clothes-

CLEMENTINE:

I said "What about?"

CHIHUAHUA:

I am Chihuahua? I am Doc Holliday's girl! I just wanted to make sure you were packing!

SFX:

DOOR SLAMMING/FOOTSTEPS ON WOODEN FLOOR/DOOR THROWN OPEN

DOC:

Slamming doors, women yelling? I'm trying to rest!

CHIHUAHUA:

Aww, I'm sorry darling? you're not angry, are you?

DOC:

At you? No Chihuahua. What right have I got to be angry at anyone or anything?

CHIHUAHUA:

She's packing Doc- she's leaving town!

DOC:

Happy, aren't you?: : CHIHUAHUA: Oh yes-

DOC:

Get me a drink, there's a bottle on that table

CHIHUAHUA:

Yes Doc

DOC:

Chihuahua, I'm going into Mexico for a week or two. While I'm gone, I want you to

CHIHUAHUA:

Take me with you Doc! Please Doc, please

DOC:

Take you with me? Sure why not

CHIHUAHUA:

- Doc-

DOC:

-I've got another idea? go over to the saloon, tell Baldy I want a wedding breakfast prepared? flowers, champagne, everything! Then get into your prettiest dress, Chihuahua. And if Baldy starts asking questions, just tell him the Queen is dead? long live the Queen?

(MFX)

 

WYATT (whistling) :

Good mornin', Ms. Carter.

CLEMENTINE:

Good morning, Mr. Earp.

WYATT:

You been standin' there long?

CLEMENTINE:

I just came down. I-I thought I'd wait here on the porch for the stagecoach.

WYATT:

You leavin'?

CLEMENTINE:

I'm going back East.

WYATT:

Eastbound stage don't leave 'til noon on Sunday. It's a mighty short visit, miss.

CLEMENTINE:

John thinks I've overstayed my visit already.

WYATT:

Well, I don't know, ma'am, but if you ask me I - I think you're givin' up too easy.

CLEMENTINE:

If you ask me, I don't think you know too much about pride.

SFX:

CHURCH BELL BEGINS TO RING.

WYATT:

No, ma'am, maybe I don't. You hear that, Miss Carter? A church bell; a church bell in Tombstone.

CLEMENTINE:

I believe that's the first church bell I've heard in months. This may sound strange, Marshal, but I love your town in the morning. The air's so clean and clear and the scent of the desert flowers-

WYATT:

That's me. (CLEMENTINE chuckles) Barber.

CLEMENTINE:

Are you going to the church service?

WYATT:

Oh, I been sittin' here ponderin' over it.

CLEMENTINE:

If you do may I go with you?

WYATT:

You?

CLEMENTINE:

Well?

WYATT:

Well, I guess I'm through ponderin', Miss Carter. I'd sure admire to take you to church.

(MFX)

 

MAYOR SCOTT:

And so, folks, all we got is a foundation and a bell I hereby declare the first church of Tombstone - which, uh, don't have a name yet nor no preacher either - officially dedicated. Now I don't pretend to be a preacher but I've read the good book from cover to cover and back again and I never found nothing against dancin'. So we'll commence by havin' a dad-blasted good dance! Start the music, boys!

MFX:

SQUARE DANCE MUSIC

WYATT:

Well, willya oblige me, ma'am?

CLEMENTINE:

Thank you.

CLANTON:

Mornin', Marshal.

WYATT:

You know I-Oh, Mr. Clanton.

CLANTON:

Don't mean to bust up your dancin', miss, but I been wantin' to ask the marshal somethin'.

WYATT:

That's all right, Mr. Clanton.

CLANTON:

Find out who shot your brother yet?

WYATT:

I got a pretty fair idea.

CLANTON:

Good. Maybe this town'll turn out like the mayor said: honest -n- God-fearin'. When you figure you'll round up those rustlers?

WYATT:

It won't be for a while, Mr. Clanton, but I promise you you'll be one of the first to know.

CLANTON:

(walking off mike) Much obliged, Marshal, much obliged.

WYATT:

Sorry, ma'am.

CLEMENTINE:

Well, after all, you are marshal here.

WYATT:

There are some who think I've forgot what I took the job for. I haven't forgotten. (shaking it off to dance) Well, now then, Miss Carter?

(MFX)

 

SFX:

FOOTSTEPS ON WOODEN FLOOR

WYATT:

Well, we're back in time for Sunday dinner, ma'am. If you wanna freshen up, y- Hello, Doc.

DOC:

Hello, Marshal. Hello, Clem.

CLEMENTINE:

Hello, John.

DOC:

You might better say goodbye. I'm leaving, Clem.

CLEMENTINE:

Where are you going?

DOC:

It doesn't matter. I told you last night to leave Tombstone. I told you if you didn't, I would.

WYATT:

Just a minute, Doc. Runnin' people outta town, that's my business; that's what I'm gettin' paid for. And Miss Carter or any other decent citizens can stay here for just as long as they want to.

DOC:

We're through talking, Marshal. My advice to you is to start carrying your gun.

WYATT:

That's good advice, Doc. Thanks.

(MFX)

 

SFX:

DOOR OPENING

CHIHUAHUA:

You!

CLEMENTINE:

That's the second time you've burst into my room, Chihuahua. I wish you'd knock after this.

CHIHUAHUA:

He's gone! Doc's left town! He was going to Mexico and take me with him. He was going to marry me! Weren't you leaving town too?

CLEMENTINE:

I had every intention of leaving town, but I've just about changed my mind.

CHIHUAHUA:

The stage leaves in twenty minutes. You'll be on it, you hear? You'll be on it!

WYATT:

(coming up to mike) What's goin' on, Miss Carter?

CLEMENTINE:

It looks like a slight case of hysteria, Marshal.

WYATT:

What're you doin' here, Chihuahua?

CHIHUAHUA:

None of your business!

WYATT:

Why don't you behave yourself? Now go back where you belong-

CHIHUAHUA:

-I'm not getting out 'til she leaves town. (starts to cry) What do you know about it anyway? What do you know about Doc and me? We were going to get married! He was going marry me until this milk-faced-

WYATT:

(cutting her off) -What's that you're wearing?

CHIHUAHUA:

(dries up/acts guilty) Doc - Doc told me to dress up. There would be wedding breakfast-

WYATT:

That pendant around your neck; where'd you get it?

CHIHUAHUA:

Doc gave it to me. Where do you think I got it?

WYATT:

You're sure that's the truth?

CHIHUAHUA:

Why should I lie about it? It's solid silver. Doc gives me everything I got.

WYATT:

Go to your house, Chihuahua. Go to your house and stay there.

CHIHUAHUA:

I go where I wish!

WYATT:

It's your house or the jail 'til I bring Doc Holliday back here.

CHIHUAHUA:

Why?

WYATT:

Never mind why. And give me that pendant. Sorry, Miss Carter, maybe we can have that Sunday dinner some other time.

(MFX)

 

MORGAN:

Got your horse ready, Wyatt. Find out where Doc went?

WYATT:

I found out. He's ridin' the bullion coach to Tuscon. You and Virg stay in town, keep an eye on Chihuahuah.

MORGAN:

What're you after Doc for?

WYATT:

'Cause I just found this.

MORGAN:

The pendant! The pendant James showed us the night he was killed!

WYATT:

Bought it for Cory-Sue James did. Chihuahua had it; Doc Holliday gave it to her.

MORGAN:

Sure you don't want me to ride with ya?

WYATT:

Funny, I had a suspicion it was the Clanton's all the time. Didn't know Doc went in for shootin' kids in the back. No, Morg, thanks. I'll get him alone.

(MFX)

 

SFX:

APPLAUSE

KENNEDY:

We pause now for station identification. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.

KEIGHLEY:

In a moment our stars will return with Act Three of "My Darling Clementine". Millions of people saw lovely Colleen Townsend on the cover of a national magazine but it took an alert 20th Century Fox talent scout to see her screen possibilities. Colleen, you look like an outdoor girl.

COLLEEN:

That's true, Mr. Keighley, I love swimming and I'm crazy about horses.

KEIGHLEY:

Did you see those fine thoroughbreds 20th Century Fox had for the shooting of "Home Stretch"?

COLLEEN:

Oh yes indeed. In fact, one day I met Cornell Wilde down at the corral. He invited me back to the set to watch him do a scene with Maureen O'Hara

KEIGHLEY:

You studied their technique.

COLLEEN:

Well, frankly, Mr. Keighley, the Technicolor sets were so lovely and Maureen's wardrobe was so gorgeous, well, that's all I had eyes for. You see, pretty clothes are a weakness of mine.

KEIGHLEY:

Well, how about those shorts and old shirts you wore in your own picture, "Scudda-Hoo, Scudda-Hay"?

COLLEEN:

Well maybe they'll let me wear more glamorous costumes next time. June Haber and I had quite a time with our Technicolor suntan make-up. We practically covered ourselves with it for our farmer roles and well, of course, it got on our lanjeree as well as our costumes. But what do you think, Mr. Kennedy?

KENNEDY:

I think I know, Ms. Townsend. The wardrobe department whisked those things away, Luxed them and they look wonderful again.

COLLEEN:

Yes, that's it. Our things were Luxed day after day and yet after all the shooting I do believe they look just as nice as ever.

KENNEDY:

Well, that's not surprising, Ms. Townsend, because we've proved by actual tests that Lux care actually keeps lanjeree color fresh and lovely three times as long. Now, if the studio had washed them the wrong way, although only careless people do that, you'd have found your lanjeree looked faded and drab much too soon. That's what happened in our tests. But when identical underthings had gentle Lux care they still looked lovely after three times as many washings.

COLLEEN:

Well, I've always been a Lux fan myself, but when I found the studios using Lux flakes too, I was pleased to think how, well, how smart I'd been.

KENNEDY:

Smart girls everywhere are Lux girls, Miss Colleen Townsend. Thank you so much for coming tonight. Now back to our producer William Keighley.

KEIGHLEY:

Act Three of "My Darling Clementine" starring Henry Fonda as Wyatt Earp, Richard Conte as Doc Holliday, and Cathy Downs as Clementine.

(MFX)

 

KEIGHLEY:

After a furious three hour ride across country, Wyatt Earp has cut-off and overtaken the northbound stage. At the mouth of the Watchuka Pass he stands now in the center of the road and signals the stagecoach to come to a stop.

SFX:

COACH AND HORSES STOPPING

DRIVER:

What's up, Marshal? What's wrong?

WYATT:

I want your passenger, driver. Climb down, Doc.

DOC:

All right, Marshal, now what?

DRIVER:

I'm carryin' government money, Marshal. Ain't gonna stop here.

WYATT:

I ain't holdin' ya; you can go on.

DOC:

You're not going 'til I'm back aboard.

DRIVER:

You heard what he said, Doc.

WYATT:

Whip up your horses, driver.

DRIVER:

Yeah, sure, Marshal, sure. Hey-up thar! Hyup-yah!

SFX:

COACH STARTS OFF AND FADES

DOC:

You shouldn't have done that, Marshal.

WYATT:

The stage is goin' to Tuscon, Doc, but you're coming back to Tombstone. Now suppose we just talk it over-

DOC:

I told you, I'm through talking.

WYATT:

Still, you're comin' back with me.

DOC:

Sorry but I'm not going back.

WYATT:

Well in that case I'll be takin' ya back.

SFX:

FOOTSTEPS IN DIRT

WYATT:

Stay where you are, Doc.

DOC:

(from off-mike) Go for your gun, Marshal.

WYATT:

You call it, Doc.

DOC:

Come any closer and that's it.

WYATT:

I said I'm takin' ya back, Doc.

SFX:

MORE FOOTSTEPS

SFX:

A GUNSHOT

WYATT:

Ready to come with me now, Doc?

DOC:

(from closer) That was no accident was it, Marshal? Shooting the gun out of my hand.

WYATT:

Be hard to miss it at twelve feet.

DOC:

Why didn't you want to kill me?

WYATT::

Because I'm wearin' a badge and a badge says you gotta have a trial first.

DOC:

Trial? For what?

WYATT::

For murder. For killin' my kid brother.

DOC:

You've got the wrong man.

WYATT:

Have I? Suppose we talk it over on the way back. Come on, Doc, we'll pick up a horse for you in Watchuka?(fading off mike)

(MFX)

 

SFX:

SALOON SOUNDS

OLD MAN CLANTON:

C'mon, bartender, whiskey for me and my boy Ike.

BALDY:

Maybe I better pour three, Mr. Clanton.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Three?

BALDY:

Ain't that your other son comin' in? Ain't that Billy?

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Unh?

IKE:

Looks like Billy's got somethin' on his mind, Pa.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Wait here, Ike. --- What's the matter, Billy?

BILLY:

Pa - Pa, I just seen 'em ridin' into town - the marshal and Doc Holliday.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Well, what you frettin' about?

BILLY:

They're headin' for Chihuahua's place and they're gonna start askin' Chihuahua questions!

OLD MAN CLANTON:

You fool! You crazy-! I told you to keep away from that girl!

BILLY:

But, Pa, what can I do now?! What am I gonna do?

OLD MAN CLANTON:

There's only one thing ya can do! (MOVING OFF-MIKE) Go on, get goin'!

SFX:

KNOCKING ON DOOR

CHIHUAHUA:

Who is it?

WYATT:

The marshal.

CHIHUAHUA:

Who do you think you are bangin' on people's doors this time of night?

DOC:

Better let us in, Chihuahua.

CHIHUAHUA:

Doc? Is that you, Doc?

DOC:

Open up, Chihuahua.

SFX:

DOOR OPENS

CHIHUAHUA:

Oh, Doc, you came back!

DOC:

Why'd you tell the marshal I gave you this silver pendant?

CHIHUAHUA:

Well - well, you did, Doc. You - you gave it to me.

DOC:

I never saw this piece of junk before in my life. Who gave it to you?

CHIHUAHUA:

You can't remember everything you give me, Doc. Sure you did, don't you remember?

DOC:

When?

CHIHUAHUA:

I - I don't know. A week ago maybe. What difference does it make?

WYATT:

That bein' the case, Doc, I charge you with the murder of my brother, James Earp.

CHIHUAHUA:

Oh, Doc, he's fooling.

WYATT:

I ain't foolin', Chihuahua, it was stolen from my brother the night he was shot in the back.

DOC:

Do you still insist I gave it to you?

CHIHUAHUA:

Oh no, no, 'course not.

WYATT::

Then who did?

CHIHUAHUA:

I - I can't be squealer, Doc.

WYATT:

Then that's that. Come on, Doc, let's go.

CHIHUAHUA:

Oh, no! No, let him go!

WYATT:

You gonna tell us the truth?

CHIHUAHUA:

Yes. It wasn't Doc. A few nights ago - it was late - somebody knock at the door. I think it was you, Doc, so I open the door and - it was somebody else-

DOC:

Who?

CHIHUAHUA:

Oh, Doc, don't be mad. I didn't know, I-

DOC:

Who?

CHIHUAHUA:

Billy Clanton. He gave me the jewelry and then he tried-

SFX:

GUNSHOT/WINDOW BREAK/CHIHUAHUA GASPS/: FOOTSTEPS RUNNING AWAY

WYATT:

Virg!

VIRGIL:

(from a distance off-mike) What happened, Wyatt? That shot!

WYATT:

Billy Clanton - there he goes, Virg! Beyond the barn! Go get him!

DOC:

Billy Clanton?

WYATT:

You better stay at the hotel tonight, Chihuahua. Next time they might not miss.

CHIHUAHUA:

He --- he did not miss --- this time?.

(MFX)

 

SFX:

ANGRY CROWD NOISE

MAYOR SCOTT:

I got everybody outta the saloon, Marshal, but what'd you bring her down here for?

WYATT:

She's hurt real bad, Mayor. Put a couple them poker tables together and set some lamps around 'em. Give him a hand, Baldy.

BALDY:

Sure, Marshal.

WYATT:

Morg, get up to the hotel and get Miss Carter. She's a nurse. Tell her to stop by Doc's room and get that doctor's bag.

DOC:

I told you I can't do it.

WYATT:

Ya gotta do it, Doc.

DOC:

Chihuahua's badly hurt and I stopped being a doctor three years ago.

WYATT:

You said she'd have to be operated on.

DOC:

Then why haven't you sent to Watchuka for the Army doctor?

MAYOR SCOTT:

That'd take hours; he may not even be there!

WYATT:

Doc, you're gonna operate.

DOC:

I'll try. I'll do what I can. (MOVING OFF-MIKE) I'll be in the kitchen. We'll need boiling water?

BALDY:

She's unconscious again, Marshal.

WYATT:

Yeah, Baldy.

BALDY:

Billy Clanton, huh? Maybe your brother got him. You heard them shots before.

WYATT:

He'd've been back by now. No, I guess Virg has got a chase on his hands. He'll get him.

(MFX)

 

CLEMENTINE:

I'm ready whenever you are, John.

DOC:

Thanks, Clem. Better move that lamp a little closer.

CLEMENTINE:

She seems to be regaining consciousness.

DOC:

It's a pity. Chihuahua?

CHIHUAHUA:

Sorry, Doc? Still mad?

DOC:

No, honey, look, I don't have anything to put you under so this is going to hurt like blazes. Yell, scream, holler, anything you like.

CLEMENTINE:

Bite on this towel, Chihuahua, it may help.

CHIHUAHUA:

Thanks ? Miss?Milk-face?

DOC:

Just nod your head when you're ready.

CHIHUAHUA:

(muffled) Oh?

DOC:

Hold her hands, Marshal. Mayor, watch her feet. Now bite on that towel, Chihuahua, bite hard!

CHIHUAHUA:

(muffled/pained) Mmf!?mm-ohh!?AAGH!!!

SFX:

HORSE GALLOPING, STOPPING/FOOTSTEPS/DOOR KNOCKS/OPENS

IKE:

What is it?

VIRGIL:

I'm Virgil Earp, I'm looking for your brother. There was a shooting in town. I followed him here to this house.

IKE:

There's a deputy here, Pa.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

He can come in.

SFX:

FOOTSTEPS

IKE:

He's right in there, Mr. Earp. On the bed. He's dead.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

My boy Billy shot down in the streets of Tombstone. Murdered.

VIRGIL:

Too bad it had to end this way, Mr. Clanton.

PHIN:

He got off his horse, walked in, dropped down dead.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Who shot him, deputy?

VIRGIL:

I did. I was doing my duty.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Yeah, sometimes killin' is a man's duty. You can go on back to town now, can't you?

VIRGIL:

Yes. I'm sorry.

SFX:

FOOTSTEP/DOOR OPEN/CLOSE

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Hand me that rifle, Phin.

PHIN:

'Kay, Pa.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Open the window.

SFX:

WINDOW OPENS

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Mr. Earp?

VIRGIL:

(from off mike) Yes?

SFX:

RIFLE SHOT

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Get your horses, boys. We're goin' into town.

(MFX)

 

DOC:

It's all over now, Chihuahua, I'm all finished.

CHIHUAHUA:

Hey?it doesn't hurt?anymore, Doc.

DOC:

You're all right now, honey. You've been a brave girl.

CLEMENTINE:

We're taking you to the hotel, Chihuahua. You'll be more comfortable there. Morgan, if you and the mayor-

MORGAN:

Sure, ma'am. Ready, Mayor?

CLEMENTINE:

Gently now. I'll go with them, John.

DOC:

Thanks, Clem.

CLEMENTINE:

I'm awfully proud of you, Doctor Holliday.

BALDY:

How about a drink, Doc?

DOC:

No I - I've gotta get cleaned up. I'll be over in a few minutes, Clem -

BALDY:

You'll have a drink, Marshal?

WYATT:

I could use one, Baldy.

BALDY:

That Doc. Boy, he sure did it, didn't he, Marshal?

WYATT:

Yeah. Baldy, have you ever been in love?

BALDY:

Me? No, Marshal, never. Been a bartender all my life.

(beat)

 

WYATT:

Well, I better start lookin' for Virg.

OLD MAN CLANTON (from off mike):

You'll find his body in front of the hotel!

WYATT:

Clanton-!

OLD MAN CLANTON (from off mike):

And you'll find me and my boys waitin' for you at the OK corral!

(MFX)

 

MORGAN:

Mayor's formin' a posse, Wyatt. Be over in a little while.

WYATT:

First James and now Virg. Nah, no posse. This is just for you an' me, Morg.

MORGAN:

I was hopin' you'd say that.

WYATT:

There's four of them Clantons.

MORGAN:

That's all right.

WYATT:

They're walled into that corral all right; Baldy saw 'em. It's just at the edge of town.

MORGAN:

Here comes Doc.

WYATT:

Yeah. How's Chihuahua?

DOC::

Chihuahua's dead. Doctor John Holliday - huh. When do we get the Clantons?

MORGAN:

We? Thanks, Doc, but Wyatt-

WYATT:

'S allright, Morg. I kinda think Doc wants to come along. We go after 'em at sun-up, Doc.

DOC:

Thanks.

(MFX)

 

SFX:

A DOG BARKING

PHIN:

Here they come, Pa.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Three of 'em, huh?

PHIN:

Ike, Sam -

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Shut up! Stay where you are, Sam! You too, Ike! May be others comin' in from around the back.

PHIN:

It's them all right. The marshal, his brother and Doc Holliday.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

They make a pretty target, son, walkin' straight down the road there.

PHIN:

They're crazy.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Put down your gun-!

PHIN:

But they're-

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Wait'll they get closer, you fool! Stay under cover, Ike! You too, Sam!

IKE:

Don't worry, pa.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Phin, get behind the post.

PHIN:

They're splittin' up, pa.

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Let 'em.

PHIN:

One to the left, one to the right -

OLD MAN CLANTON:

And one keeps comin' straight ahead.

PHIN:

Pa, let 'em have it!

OLD MAN CLANTON:

In good time, son. All in good time.

WYATT (from off mike):

Mornin', Mr. Clanton!

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Cover him, Phin. (louder, to EARP) What do ya want?

PHIN:

He's duckin' behind the stable!

WYATT:

Let's talk a while!

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Well now, you go right ahead and talk.

WYATT:

I got a warrant here for you and your sons charging the murder of James and Virgil Earp! There's also a charge of cattle rustlin'! I'm givin' you the chance now to submit to the proper authority!

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Well, you come right on and serve your warrants, mister.

WYATT:

Which one of you killed James?

OLD MAN CLANTON:

I did. And the other one too. And I'm killin' you this mornin'.

SFX:

DOC COUGHS

PHIN:

Ike! In back of ya!

OLD MAN CLANTON:

Give it to him, boys!

SFX:

GUNSHOTS

IKE:

I got 'im! I got Doc!

(MFX)

 

WYATT:

Better come outta that shed, Mr. Clanton, while you're still alive! Mr. Clanton, you saw what's happened - you're the only one left now!

MORGAN:

He's openin' the door, Wyatt, careful!

WYATT:

Throw out your rifle, Mr. Clanton! Now come out with your hands up!

OLD MAN CLANTON (crying) :

My boys - Ike, Sam, Phin - !

WYATT:

They're dead. But I ain't gonna kill ya. I hope you live a hundred years - feel just a little of what my pa's gonna feel! That your horse over there?

OLD MAN CLANTON:

My horse?? Yeah?yeah?

WYATT:

Get in the saddle and keep goin'. Get outta town! Start wanderin'.

MORGAN:

You gonna let him get away?

WYATT:

Yeah, an old man who's seen his sons die. Where's Doc?

MORGAN:

Back of the shed there. Doc?

DOC:

(coming up to mike) Lotta good I was to you?

WYATT:

S all right, Doc. You couldn't help it.

DOC:

I got one of 'em, didn't I?

WYATT:

Yeah, you got one of 'em.

DOC:

Couldn't stop coughing ? sorry?

WYATT:

We'll get you back to the hotel. You'll be allright.

DOC (gasping):

No, I knew this cough would kill me one way ?or another?

WYATT:

Doc? Doc!

MORGAN:

Wyatt, look out!

SFX:

GUNSHOTS

MORGAN:

Old man Clanton. Well, he won't be trying to shoot any more men in the back. Shoulda known he'd have a gun in his saddle.

WYATT:

Thanks, Morg. Well, I - I guess we can turn in our badges now.

MFX

SFX:

CHIRPING BIRDS

MORGAN (from off mike):

Come on, Wyatt! Got some ground to cover today!

WYATT:

Be right there, Morg!

CLEMENTINE:

I'm sorry to see you leave, Wyatt.

WYATT:

Thank you, ma'am.

CLEMENTINE:

There were so many things I wanted to say and now nothing seems appropriate.

WYATT:

Yes, ma'am, I - Yeah, I know. The mayor says you might be staying here awhile, maybe help him get a school started.

CLEMENTINE:

Maybe.

WYATT:

Well that's mighty nice, ma'am. Me and Morg are goin' out to see Pa; tell him what happened. I might come east again, get some cattle, maybe stop by here again.

CLEMENTINE:

Stop by the schoolhouse.

WYATT:

Yes, ma'am, I sure will. Good-bye, ma'am.

CLEMENTINE:

Good-bye, Wyatt.

WYATT:

Ma'am, I sure like that name of Clementine.

(MFX)

 

SFX:

APPLAUSE

KENNEDY:

Before our stars return for their curtain calls I'd like to ask the women in our audience a question. How do you wash dishes? After every meal? Twice a day? Once a day? There's a lot of debate on which method is most efficient. It might interest you to know that many home economists say you can save considerable time if you wash the dishes from all three meals together instead of washing after each meal. That is, of course, if you scrape the dishes first and rinse them well with warm water. Now, another way to make dishwashing go faster is to use Lux flakes. Just pour in enough to make rich suds, turn on the water and in a flash the suds billow up. Lux flakes dissolve fast, leave no gummy undissolved bits to stick to the dishes. A quick hot water rinse and your dishes are sparkling clean. Dishes dry without wiping too. Best of all, Lux is thrifty for dishes. Lux flakes actually go so much further, and are so rich ounce for ounce that they wash up to twice as many dishes as any of ten other leading soaps tested. But here's the thing you ladies will be most interested in: no matter how many times a day you wash dishes, you won't get dishpan hands if you use Lux. Lux suds are so gentle they won't redden and roughen your hands as strong soaps often do. In fact if strong soaps have been making your hands red and dry, try changing tomorrow to Lux flakes. Scores of women proved by actual tests that changing to Lux actually takes away dishpan redness; makes red, rough hands smooth and soft again. Now, isn't Lux worth trying? Here's Mr. Keighley at the microphone -

KEIGHLEY:

There's more to come as we bring our three stars back to the footlights for a curtain call: Henry Fonda, Richard Conte and Cathy Downs.

SFX:

APPLAUSE

KEIGHLEY:

You made the Old West seem very real tonight.

HENRY FONDA:

Thanks, Bill. Actually, it seemed very real to us when we were shooting the picture.

RICHARD CONTE:

Is it true about you being surrounded by Indians most of the time?

CATHY DOWNS:

Yes, in fact the producers hired a lot of them as extras.

KEIGHLEY:

Did you pick up any of the language?

HENRY FONDA:

Oh, simple words like "nanya" for rain and "shooshay" for papoose.

RICHARD CONTE:

Papoose?

CATHY DOWNS:

Sure. Indian baby.

RICHARD CONTE:

Oh, I thought you meant the rear-end of a railroad train.

HENRY FONDA:

But the Indians were really mighty helpful when it came to keeping us posted on the weather.

KEIGHLEY:

You don't mean they could predict the weather?

HENRY FONDA:

Well, an old codger could. Every morning we'd ask him what it was going to do and he tell us.

RICHARD CONTE:

Never missed, huh?

CATHY DOWNS:

Oh, he failed us once. At least he shook his head and said he didn't know.

KEIGHLEY:

What reason did he give?

HENRY FONDA:

His radio had broken down that morning.

RICHARD CONTE:

Well, Bill, if that Indian is listening in tonight I'm sure he's waiting to know what's on for next week.

KEIGHLEY:

And we're glad to tell him, because next Monday from the studios of Universal International we're presenting that current howling comedy success "The Egg and I". And our stars are Claudette Colbert and Fred McMurray, both as you know from the original screen cast.

HENRY FONDA:

That's a very funny picture, Bill.

KEIGHLEY:

And I'm sure it will make a delightful play for us. The story of two refreshing people who seek peace and riches on a chicken farm and end up more scrambled than the eggs.

CATHY DOWNS:

Sounds like something to crow about.

RICHARD CONTE:

We'll be listening and goodnight.

KEIGHLEY:

Goodnight and our sincere thanks.

(MFX)

 

SFX:

APPLAUSE

KEIGHLEY:

Lever Brothers Company, the makers of Lux flakes join me in inviting you to be with us again next Monday evening when the Lux Radio Theater presents Claudette Colbert and Fred McMurray in "The Egg and I". This is William Keighley saying goodnight to you from Hollywood.

SFX:

APPLAUSE

KENNEDY:

Have you taken a can of used fat to your meat dealer lately? Ask him what he pays. You'll be surprised and delighted at the high prices you can get for used fat now. Up to four times as much as last year. That extra money for used fats cuts a mighty nice piece off your meat or grocery bill. So keep a tin can right out in sight and add used fat to it every day. America is still desperately short of fats and oils for making soap and scores of other products. Take advantage of these new high prices being paid by saving every drop of used fat. Tonight's screenplay "My Darling Clementine" was based on a book by Stewart N. Lake. Henry Fonda will soon be seen in the 20th Century Fox production "Daisy Kenyon", Richard Conte appears through the courtesy of 20th Century Fox producers of "The Ghost and Mrs. Muir", Cathy Downs will next appear for 20th Century Fox in "Miracle on 34th Street". Our music was directed by Lewis Silvers. This program is rebroadcast to our service men and women overseas through the worldwide facilities of the United States Armed Forces Radio service. This is your announcer John Milton Kennedy reminding you to tune in again next Monday night to hear "The Egg and I" starring Claudette Colbert and Fred McMurray. This is CBS, the Columbia Broadcasting System.: