Joe Dakota Page #6

it just to scare you.

He's not interested about

the Indian being dead,

or how he died.

He's interested in but

one thing, that oil well.

I only wish we could believe that, Cal.

We can!

That paper that we have

is just as good as gold.

The old Indian really owned that land.

The clerk at the Recorder's

office remembered him.

We can prove it, any time we have to.

Now, wait a minute.

Now, you all listen to me.

That's my land, but your

money is invested in it.

Our entire futures are

tied up in that oil well.

That's what he's trying

to take away from you.

You gonna let him?

(ominous bass chords)

Well, what are you waiting for?

Cal's found proof of our rights!

He's only asking us to

stand up for what's ours.

You can't let him down, now,

you can't let yourselves down.

[Aaron] We'll hook up the wagons.

[Adam] This time, we'll

run him out for good!

Rosa, I'll stay here with the children!

[Rosa] Good!

If it weren't for me,

he'd still be alive.

Jody, what we've just discovered

proves that it wasn't your fault.

You mustn't blame yourself, ever.

(rumbling)

The well!

(roaring)

(horse whinnies)

Ho, how down, ho there.

(oil gusher roaring)

We gotta get out there

and stop that gusher!

What about him?

First we gotta cap that oil well.

We'll take care of him later, let's go.

[Frank] Right!

Joe, what are you gonna do?

Have a little talk.

Don't go out there, Cal may

have a gun, he'll shoot you.

I don't think he will.

[Jody] Joe.

You stay inside.

Myrna, Myrna!

You stay with the women!

Can he stop us, Cal?

Don't worry about him.

(oil rain pattering)

Go ahead, get the plugs and the sledges!

He's coming down, Cal.

That's far enough.

You wouldn't shoot anybody, Cal.

You get other people to

do your killing for you,

like you did with the old Indian.

I figure any man who'd use

a girl to frame an old man

hasn't got too much daylight courage.

You had to get rid of the old Indian

by having a whole town hang

him for something he didn't do,

then you're not going to shoot me.

You wouldn't shoot anybody,

not in front of witnesses.

Not when there's proof that the old man

didn't sign legal papers with an X,

and you found that out at the

Recorder's Office, didn't you.

You're wasting our time, mister.

Nobody believes that story.

Everyone here knows what

happened to the Indian, and why.

[Jody] No, you don't, Dad.

Jody!

I know something the

proves we're all wrong.

What you been telling this girl?

Jody, don't talk any more.

I thought about it all

over again, step by step.

Don't pay any attention to

her, he's told her what to say!

I remember a man's

hot breath on my neck.

I could smell the wine he'd been drinking.

And I remember his whiskers

scratching my cheek.

Well, Mr. Weaver, do

I have to explain to you

what Jody just told you?

The old man, like most

Indians, didn't have beard.

Which just goes to show

that there was somebody else

out there that night, too,

someone who had a beard,

whose whiskers scratched Jody's face.

Someone who got there

long enough ahead of her

to get the old man drunk.

Who was already back in town

waiting for her to come in

to make sure that you'd hang him.

You're a little liar.

Someone who had to get rid of the Indian

because he had a forged document

planted in Frank Weaver's safe.

You don't believe that

fantastic story, do you?

I don't know what to think, Cal.

I'm beginning to wonder.

Think, what's there to think about?

I gave you the oil well, money,

look at it going to waste!

Didn't I give you...

A murder?

He's just an old Indian.

Nobody's hurt, the girl's all right,

what's an Indian against an oil well.

All right, mister, let me have your gun.

I'll show you who's a

coward, and I'll show you

something about killing,

too, if I have to!

Adam, Aaron, pick up that plug!

Sam, Tom, give 'em a hand!

This is my oil well,

and we're gonna cap it.

Mark, get the sledges.

And Frank, you're gonna help, too.

Don't think I won't use this gun.

Remember, it's all I got left, now, move!

(gunshot fires)

I said, move!

Come on, come on, get it in there!

Come on, hurry up, lift it higher, higher!

Ready, easy, Tom!

(splashing)

[Aaron] Get him, Joe Dakota, get him!

Stick him in the oil,

Joe, stick him in the oil!

Get your hand off that wrench, Cal!

No wrenches, that's a rule!

(splashing and gurgling)

This time we handle it

legal, right, Frank!

Yeah, we'll turn him over to the county.

[Jim] Look, look!

(dramatic orchestral music)

[Frank] Get out of here, up on the hill!

I had to do it.

Now maybe we have our

friendly town back again.

If God will forgive us

for what we have done.

Come down.

(whimsical western music)

Adam, don't you ever talk

me into an oil deal again.

That's a new rule.

Joe Dakota, we can't undo

what's already been done.

It's not really a bad town.

And we're not bad people.

I know that, Mr. Weaver.

I kind of like this town, too.

Maybe that's one of the

reasons I'm coming back.

(somber woodwind orchestral music)

He borrowed my name, Jody.

This is just to let him

know, it's all right.

(peaceful orchestral music)

("Flower of San Antone")

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