Jesse James Page #2

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Be careful, boys. Be careful.

Now, ladies, you all

go down the road a piece and wait.

There's apt to be a fracas here.

Just let us men handle it.

Step along. Just get right down there.

Now, men, listen to me.

Let me do all the talkin'.

Yes, Major.

Here they come.

Evening, gentlemen.

- Where's the James boys?

- We got a warrant.

They're gone. And if you want to know

who got 'em away, 'twas me!

- Easy, Major.

- Get out of the way.

Just a minute, Mr Barshee.

You have my word for it, the boys are gone.

Your word...

Come out, Frank and Jesse James,

or we'll pull you out.

Their mother's sick in bed and her heart

won't stand you mules in the house.

- Are you gonna let him make a fool of you?

- He says they ain't there.

- They ain't!

- I can find that out.

Lynch! Bring me that mushmelon.

Major!

He's tellin' the truth.

If you ain't out of there in one minute,

I'll blow you out.

Do you think I'm lyin'?

Major! They can come in. Let 'em...

- Look! There's somebody in there.

- It's their mother, I tell you.

There's no use. She's dead.

This is bad. Mighty bad.

I'm sure sorry.

Well, I'm sorry too.

I wasn't talkin' about her. She's gone.

It's you I'm sorry for.

Zee!

Frank!

- Frank!

- Yeah?

- It's Zee.

- Zee?

- I can hardly believe my eyes.

- Zee!

- Frank.

- How are you, Zee?

- I've worried so about you all.

- About us?

How's everybody?

How's everything at home? How's Ma?

Jesse...

Ma? What happened?

Barshee...

You mean she's dead?

Oh, Jesse...

Well, let's go.

Bye, honey.

- Jesse, don't you go.

- I've got to.

Oh, no, Jesse. Please.

I can't help it, Zee. I just got to.

- Let Frank.

- Sorry, honey.

Frank, make him.

- Take care of her.

- What about me?

I'm the one he did it to, cos I shot him.

Go ahead. If you don't get him, I will.

It might be a long time

before I see you, Zee.

I can wait.

- Goodbye, honey.

- Goodbye, Jesse.

Just keep anybody

from bothering me, that's all.

Boys, the dust speaks for itself.

I'm used to it.

Keep your hands in sight.

Bartender, count three and duck.

Yes, sir.

Wait a minute, Jesse.

It was an accident, I swear it was.

Count.

No, no. I can explain it.

I didn't know she was there, I swear it.

Keep your hands in sight. One.

No. No! Jesse!

Two.

Now stand still.

One, two, three, four, five.

- Thank you, gentlemen.

- All aboard!

All aboard!

Hands up!

Keep right on driving until I tell you to stop.

- What are you aiming to do, pardner?

- I ain't aiming to do nothin'.

- I'm doin' it. I'm holdin' up this train.

- The whole train?

Slack up at this next curve. Stop herjust this

side of that clump of trees around the bend.

It's your funeral, pardner.

Unhitch it.

If you don't know what this is, folks,

it's a hold-up.

Stay in your seats!

Keep your hands in sight.

And the gent who throwed his pocketbook in

the spittoon will kindly take it out and wipe it.

- No jewellery, folks. Just cash.

- That's every cent I've got.

You shouldn't ride on

the St Louis Midland Railroad.

No jewellery, thank you just the same.

That's very nice, sir.

A fine-lookin' pocketbook.

Thank you, lady. Don't forget to sue

the railroad for all you give us,

cos it's responsible.

Thank you very kindly, sir.

Just drop it in the sack and nobody'll get hurt.

Thank you, brother.

Have your wallets ready.

Thank you, brother. Don't take all day.

- Sit down.

- Thank you, sir. Thank you kindly.

- You'll hear about this.

- No back talk. Thank you, brother.

Everybody sit quiet and nobody'll get hurt.

Let's go. Lights out.

Then he stuck a pistol

as big as a cannon right there

and says, "Brother, we want that mail safe."

Where was the protection we're entitled to?

Where was the law?

Just a minute, cap. I'm the law in Liberty.

I don't cover the whole United States.

- If you give me a description of these men...

- You know as well as I do who it was.

Jesse James. Who else picks on my road?

Who else would have the nerve?

Sure it was, but you don't

have to yell about it. I'm not deaf.

What's that?

Look! It's him!

- Well, you crazy son of a gun.

- How are you, Major?

You're asking to be caught.

They're looking all over the county for you.

How about a cup of coffee?

- The marshal's got 30 men looking for you.

- In all this rain, too. Poor boys.

- It's no joke, Jesse.

- It's all right, honey. I won't stay long.

The way I figure it out, as long as they're

out there, in here's the safest place for me.

- Sit down. Leave the man alone.

- But he's taking chances.

If I could just think of some way

to let you know how wrong you are.

It's no use, honey. It's like I always told you.

I hate the railroads.

And when I hate I have to do something.

That's the stuff.

People ain't hatin' now

like they used to. They're gettin' soft.

I gotta admit that I like a man

that hates good and hard.

It's the lawyers, goldang it,

a-messin' up the whole world.

Ten years ago here in Liberty, we didn't

have no lawyers and we got along fine.

A man killed somebody, somebody killed

him, the marshal shot 'em all. That was it.

But look at it today. Here in Liberty we got

hundreds of lawyers, thousands of 'em.

As far as the eye can see,

nothin' but lawyers.

Uncle Rufe, there are only

two lawyers in Liberty.

Two? Is that all?

Then they run around too much.

Goldang it. I'm gonna write me

an editorial about that.

- Roy!

- Yes, sir.

Take an editorial on lawyers.

- Liars?

- That'll do. We'll begin easy.

Paragraph.

If we are ever to have

law and order in the West,

the first thing we got to do

is take out all the lawyers

and shoot 'em down like dogs.

Paragraph.

They're bound to get you some day, Jesse.

That's why I hate to see you

go out that door.

Because I keep thinking of you

all the time out there in the hills.

Just going on and on to nowhere.

Just trying to keep alive.

And everybody after you,

wanting to kill you to get that money.

And, Jesse, sometimes at night

when it's cold and raining,

I wake up crying,

because in a dream

I saw you lying dead in the mud.

Oh, Jesse, I'm so scared.

You're the only one that it matters to, Zee,

one way or the other,

You're the only one

that means anything to me.

I know it was a fool thing to come here, but...

I never knew how much I did want to see you

until I saw you.

...the dad-blamedest outrage ever...

How are you, Horace Greeley?

Hello, Will.

- I thought you was...

- I was.

- Is Zee inside?

- Well, she's...

- Evening, Zee.

- Evening, Will.

- I thought you went out with the posse.

- I did. I just got back.

Did you catch him?

This is Mr Howard, Will.

Mr Thomas Howard, an old friend of ours.

This is the US marshal, Mr Wright.

- How do you do, Mr Howard?

- How do you do?

- Mr Howard's from St Louis.

- Yes? I used to live in St Louis.

- What business are you in, Mr Howard?

- Guns. Guns and horses.

Guns and horses, eh?

No, we didn't catch him.

You couldn't find a white elephant tonight.

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