All the Tombstone sounds are sampled at 11kHz Mono
All the Tombstone sounds are sampled at 11kHz Mono |
all-ever.wav (20K)
Wyatt Earp: All they ever did was laugh at him.
anymore.wav(23K)
Doc Holliday: Does this mean we're not friends anymore?
bottle.wav(9K)
SOUND EFFECT: Johnny Ringo's Liquor Bottle Breaking
burst.wav(25K)
Doc Holliday: Why Ed Bailey, you look like you're just about ready to burst.
callmecb.wav(22K)
Curly Bill: They call me Curly Bill Broses.
can'tsee.wav(80K)
Morgan Earp: You know what I said about seeing a light when you die? That ain't true. I can't see a damn thing.
coffin.wav(35K)
SOUND EFFECT: Johnny Ringo Knocking Over Some Coffins
deranged.wav(89K)
Doc Holliday: Well, I suppose I'm deranged, but I guess I'll just have to call. Cover your ears darlin'..
founder.wav(41K)
Curly Bill: I'm what you might call the... founder of the feast.
god-have.wav(52K)
Curly Bill: I tell you boys even I'm worried what's gonna happen once Ringo runs this outfit. God have mercy!
guilty.wav(106K)
Marshal: Tell you one thing though. I never saw a rich man didn't wind up with a guilty conscience.
Wyatt Earp: I already got a guilty conscience. Might as well have the money too.
guts.wav(23K)
Johnny Ringo: Ain't any of ya got the guts to play for blood?
huckle-1.wav(11K)
Doc Holliday: I'm your Huckleberry.
hurts.wav(31K)
Wyatt Earp: Hurts, don't it?
its-over.wav(20K)
Wyatt Earp: I want you to know it's over.
kiddin'.wav(9K)
Curly Bill: I ain't kiddin' neither.
knees.wav(21K)
Curly Bill: Somebody get this spic on his knees.
miss-doc.wav(39K)
Wyatt Earp: I miss Doc. I miss that old rip.
Virgil Earp: I don't.
my-game.wav(14K)
Doc Holliday: That's just my game
nexttime.wav(46K)
Curly Bill: So next time we come... you better step aside
notbear.wav(69K)
Doc Holliday: You know Ed, if I thought you weren't my friend, I just don't think I could bear it.
nowain't.wav(13K)
Curly Bill: Now ain't the time.
opening.wav(749K)
Narrator: Eighteen seventy-nine. The Civil War is over, and the resulting economic explosion spurs the great migration West. Farmers, ranchers, prospectors, killers and thieves seek their fortunes. Cattle drovers turn cow towns into armed camps, with murder rates higher than those of modern day New York or Los Angeles. Out of this chaos comes legendary lawman Wyatt Earp, retiring his badge and gun to start a peaceful life with his family. Earp's friend John, "Doc" Holliday, a Southern gentleman turned gunman and gambler also travels West, hoping the dry climate will relieve his tuberculosis. Silver is discovered in Arizona. Tombstone becomes queen of the boom towns, where the latest Paris fashions are sold from the backs of wagons. Attracted to this atmosphere of greed over one hundred exiled Texas outlaws band together to form the ruthless gang recognized by red sashes they wear. They emerge as the earliest example of organized crime in America. They call themselves... the Cowboys.
rightnow.wav(93K)
Johnny Ringo: I want your blood. And I want your souls. And I want 'em both right now.
sissyboy.wav(35K)
Johnny Ringo: Sissyboy should've stuck around.
slugs.wav(21K)
Johnny Ringo: You wretched slugs.
smells.wav(20K)
Johnny Ringo: Smells like someone died.
wecross.wav(165K)
Doc Holliday: Why Ed Bailey, we cross?
