turn that dance
into a wedding ball?
It would be so heavenly.
Married?
I'm ... afraid ...
that wouldn't
be possible.
But I'm positive
the gown will be ready.
What else is there
to stop a wedding?
But it is
absolutely impossible.
I am not someone
you can marry.
If ... only I could
make ... clear to you ...
what I really am.
Do you think
I don't know?
Billy Claiborne ...
you are a cattle rustler
and a horse thief
and I don't care
what else.
I warned you, Claiborne.
Stay away.
Aah!
You don't have to take anything
from that scum,
not while I'm here.
Mr. Earp.
Get your hands
off her.
Aah!
Billy!
There's nothing
I can do, Jim.
Come on, Clanton.
Let's do it now.
- Captain, let me --
- No!
Yeah, come on,
Captain.
Let him.
- We can't just stand here!
- Yes, we can.
But they murdered
Chekov!
Scotty ... they're
trying to push us
into something
we're not ready for.
And it is not
yet our time.
Let it go, Jim.
He's dead.
Maybe he wouldn't be if I hadn't
ignored the Melkot warning.
We all knew the risk
when we joined the service.
Now let it go.
Gentlemen,
there is one thing
which requires the immediate
attention of all of us --
Specifically, our future.
But not this minute,
Spock.
It takes us ...
a little longer.
I understand
the feeling, Captain.
You talk about
another man's feelings.
What do you feel, Spock?
My feelings are not subject
for discussion, Doctor.
Because there are
no feelings to discuss!
Chekov is dead!
I say it now,
and I can hardly believe it,
but you worked
closely with him.
That deserves
some memorial.
Spock will have no truck
with grief, Scotty.
It's human.
Bones ... Scotty --
Captain ...
it's quite all right.
They forget I am
half human.
[Clock Chimes]
We don't have
much time.
Captain ... I vaguely remember
the historical account
of the famous battle
in which we are about to engage,
but I am confused.
About what?
Since each of us
represents members
of the Clanton gang --
You, Ike Clanton,
I, Frank McLowery --
Then Mr. Chekov would
be the other Billy, would he not?
William Claiborne,
that's right.
But did not
William Claiborne
survive the battle
at the O.K. Corral?
Get to the point, Spock.
Mr. Chekov is dead.
But in the actual gunfight,
William Claiborne survived.
Yes.
Yes, that's right.
That means it
doesn't have to happen
the way it happened.
We can change it.
Bones, how's
the tranquilizer coming?
I'll have it ready
before Spock.
Another hour.
And we'll have
a tranquilizer grenade?
Not precisely.
Forget precision.
Will it work?
It should.
Make sure. If we don't tranquilize
them, we'll have to fight them.
If we fight them,
we all die. We know that.
Negotiating with them
could buy us more time.
But not with the Earps.
I've tried that. That's out.
There must be a way.
History has been changed in the fact
that Billy Claiborne didn't die,
but Chekov
is lying there dead.
That means there must be
a way to change this history.
It would be worth a try,
at least until we're
certain of the device.
Then perhaps we could
quiet things down.
But not with the Earps.
There is ...
one other place I can try.
You looking
for somebody?
Yes, Sheriff.
I want you
to stop the fight.
Stop it?
Who wants to stop it?
I sure don't. You don't.
You didn't yesterday.
I do now.
Since when does a Clanton
run crawling to the law for help?
- How else is he gonna get justice?
- From this.
You boys set up this thing
to take care of the Earps.
It's late to decide
you don't have the belly for it.
It's not too late.
Sheriff! Sheriff ...
there must be
decent people in town
who don't like the Earps.
Let's organize them.
Don't talk nonsense. People
in this town are counting on you
- to get rid of the Earps.
- Let the law work for them.
You can talk that way after what
the Earps did to Billy today?
Nobody in this town will deny you
your right to your revenge.
Yes, I want