Tom Zembrod plays Doc Holliday, who’s growing weaker and sicker in retirement in Glenwood Springs, Colorado.
He tries taking his own life, only his gun misfires. That was a message from God, according to the local blacksmith.
Soon, Doc’s visited by a young man badly in need of help.
He’s a young black man, and the three brothers on his trail are members of the Ku Klux Klan, determined to make him a slave even in the post-Civil War days.
Doc allows him to hide out in his home for one day.
But that one day grows into a longer commitment because Doc is determined to do one more good deed before his gun-slinging days are done for good.
Still, three against one is not good odds, so he dashes off a message to old friend Wyatt Earp, hoping he arrives in time to help.
This marks the third and, one would think, final Doc Holliday film from director Brett Bentman. All are low-budget affairs, but do a pretty good job disguising just how low budget they are.
This one might have packed more of an emotional wallop if Tom Zembrod’s version of Doc Holliday wasn’t a staggering, barely functional drunk. Let’s just say his Doc Holliday isn’t a very endearing sort of fella.
The second film in the trio is the best. Film number three features a razor-thin plot and three white-hooded villains who play their parts comic book style, which makes it hard to take anything that happens very seriously.
Directed by:
Brett Bentman
Cast:
Tom Zembrod … Doc Holliday
Bobby Ray Thompson III … Curtis Griffin
Kevin Wayne … Joshua Ripsaw
Erik Baker … Duncan Ripsaw
Chase DeMoss … Jimmy Ripsaw
Blaine Hall … Wyatt Earp
Matthew Hurley … Jesse Shuster
Kenny Schreiber …. Marshal David Cook
Runtime: 75 min.
Memorable lines:
Doc Holliday to his horse: “What do you say, old friend? Do you think we can take one last ride together?”
Curtis Griffin: “You a marshal?”
Doc Holliday: “I was.”
Griffin: “What are you now?”
Doc: “Sick. And a bit older.”
Doc Holliday to Curtis Griffin: “I’m afraid I haven’t told a story about Doc Holliday in maybe 10, 15 years. You know, I’ve gunned down so many outlaws and thieves, I can wake up in the middle of the night from a dead sleep to the smell of gunpowder just wafting over me. I open my eyes and look up and I see this large, thick, dark cloud looming above. And it just won’t go away.”