The Newton Boys

[Ragtime music playing]

JESS:
I'll get this ear,

and you get on.

Whoa.

JOE:
Let me get my seat.

Whoa now.

-You got him?

-I got him.

You got him? All right, go!

JOE:
Whoo-haw!

JESS:

Let him know who you are, boy!

Yeah, boy!

You got him,Joe! You got him!

JOE:
Whoa,whoa.

JESS:
That's it,Joe!

WlLLlS:
Kid looks pretty good.

JESS:
Well, hell...

Yeah, I taught him

everything he knows.

JESS:
Whoo!

WlLLlS:
How's the war?

JESS:
Well, it was all right.

How's prison?

WlLLlS:
Glad to be out.

JESS:
I'll bet. Dock still in?

WlLLlS:
They might just let him

out of jail some day...

if he'd stop trying to escape.

JESS:
You would have done

pretty good there...

if you hadn't pulled leather.

JOE:
Like hell I did.

I ain't never touched

a saddle horn in my life.

Howdy,Willis.

WlLLlS:
Little brotherJoe done

went and shot up like a weed.

JOE:
It happens that way.

You wanna try a ride?

WlLLlS:
Hell, no. I leave that

to your big brotherJess here.

Say,what is the going rate

these days...

for getting your brains

beat out on the saddle?

JESS:
Same as always.

$1.00 a day, beans, and hay.

JOE:
How long you been out?

WlLLlS:
About a year.

-Doing what?

-White boy picking cotton.

JOE:

Ma's gonna be happy to see you!

Hey, Ma! Will's home!

WlLLlS:
Pa around?

JESS:
Oh, no.

I ain't seen him in weeks.

He's off chasing money ponds

andfritter trees, as always.

WlLLlS:
That'd be

James W. Newton, all right.

Everybody says he's a good man.

Just can't nobody figure out

what he's goodfor.

[Sizzling]

WlLLlS:
Mm-mmm.

I been dreaming about

your squirrel dumplings...

forfour years now.

MA:
That's the last one, son.

You almostfinished breaking

that Ferguson colt?

JOE:
Yes, ma'am.

He ain't that tough.

I reckon we'll have about

$10 by the end of the week.

JESS:
Yeah, he still owes us

fourfrom last week.

MA:
You gonna go get it?

JESS:
Yeah, I will.

JOE:
Willis,you gonna stay on?

You can help me and Jess

break a few horses.

MA:
You let Willis

finish his dinner.

WlLLlS:
Naw, little brother,

I'm just staying a bit.

Besides, I ain't horse crazy

like you boys.

JESS:
It's nice to see

you ain't changed,Willis.

WlLLlS:

You should've seen her, Mom.

We was all set up.

Talking about getting married,

living on the 40 acres...

the whole bit.

And then some old jealous rat

went and told her old man...

that I'd been in a penitentiary,

and that was it.

Ffft. Cut me off,

couldn't see her no more.

Oh, he still wanted me to stay

on and work his crop.

Hell, I was the best

cotton picker he ever had.

Just didn't want

his beautiful daughter...

hooked up with an ex-con.

A man gonna tell me I ain't

good enough for his daughter...

but I'm good enough

to work his crop?

I said the hell with you.

MA:
No, it ain'tfair, son.

Maybe you should've stayed on,

tried to work it out.

How?

How, Mom?

What, like I tried to

work it out up in Cottonwood...

when them folks

that known me all my life...

stood up and testified

against me in a court of law...

and I ain't done nothing?

I'm gonna work some things out

all right. You just watch me.

And if it ain'tfair

when it's all said and done...

it's gonna be unfair

on my side of the fence.

[Fiddle music]

GlRLS:
[Singing]

Guide us to Thy side, Lord.

Guide us to Thy side.

The pathway of the righteous...

Can have no earthly load.

What good are gold and silver...

When the devil wins your soul?

Guide us to Thy side, Lord.

Guide us to Thy side.

Straight wages

God won't pay you...

His hours,they are long...

But He helps those

that help themselves...

And protects the weak

from strong.

[Slow jazz piano music]

GLASSCOCK:
So where do you know

this fella from?

SLlM:

We were in the pen together.

His brother stole some cotton

and drug him down with him.

He didn't do nothing.

The kid's green,

but he's got guts.

This here is

my business associate.

How do you do?

Brentwood Glasscock.

WlLLlS:
Willie Reed.

-Nice to meet you.

-You as well.

SLlM:
Been a slight change

in plans,fellas.

I went out there

and got it all set up.

Going in at 12:
00 noon

instead of 12:
00 midnight.

GLASSCOCK:
Slim,

I didn't travel 300 miles...

to stick a gun

in someone's face.

You can hold the horses.

A night job

is too much work anyhow.

I ain't afraid of hard work.

SLlM:
This'll be a milk run.

-Mr. Glasscock.

-Hmm?

BARTENDER:
Chief wanted y'all

to have a drink on him.

It's Napoleon brandy.

GLASSCOCK:
Thanks.

Heard they hit another pool

south of town last week.

BARTENDER:
They sure did.

WlLLlS:
Who's they?

GLASSCOCK:
Chief Bakenron.

One of the Osage millionaires.

BARTENDER:
Last year,they

wouldn't even let him in here...

but, uh, policy's changed.

WlLLlS:
Yeah? Why's that?

GLASSCOCK:
He bought the place.

WlLLlS:
Oil, huh?

GLASSCOCK:
Mm-hmm.

SLlM:
To Oklahoma, gentlemen--

the Sooner state.

The sooner we get out of here,

the richer we're gonna be.

You ain't gonna drink that?

WlLLlS:
Nah.

SLlM:
Ahh. Lordy.

lndians drink anything.

GLASSCOCK:

I prefer to go in at night.

There's more time to do

your work and a lot less people.

SLlM:
There's an easy way

to do this and a hard way.

Long as I'm leading this outfit,

we do it my way.

WlLLlS:
Which way is that?

SLlM:
Why don't y'all relax?

I got this sheriff's pecker

in my pocket.

We just cut him in

on the take,that's all.

GLASSCOCK:

I still prefer nights.

WlLLlAMS:
Thanks a lot,Alvin.

See you next year.

ALVlN:
Thank you, Mr. Williams.

-Howdy.

-Howdy.

ALVlN:
Can I help you, sir?

[Laughs]

This here's a bank robbery,

and I want all your money.

Hands up, everybody.

Come on.

GLASSCOCK:
Howdy.

Do us both a favor

and just keep walking.

SLlM:
Lock him in that vault

and get that boy out of there.

MAN:
Come on! Let's go!

GLASSCOCK:

Why is this happening, Slim?

[Gunshot]

SLlM:
Double-crossing bastard!

Damn him to hell!

GLASSCOCK:
Hyah! Hyah!

[Gunshot]

Hyah! Come on!

Hyah! Hyah!

WlLLlS:
Oh...

[Whinnies]

[Squishy footsteps]

[Knocking lightly]

GLASSCOCK:
Yeah?

WlLLlS:

Open up. It's me,Willis.

GLASSCOCK:
You all right?

WlLLlS:
Yeah.

GLASSCOCK:

Anybody see you come up here?

WlLLlS:

No. I come up the back.

GLASSCOCK:
That's my wife.

Avis,this is Will Reed.

WlLLlS:
Howdy.

Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

AVlS:
Charmed.

WlLLlS:

Sorry to wake you tonight.

Well,they got Slim.

GLASSCOCK:
I know.

Newspaper didn't say nothing

about him being dead,though.

WlLLlS:
What'd we get?

GLASSCOCK:
What'd you get?

WlLLlS:

Nothing. I got out alive.

GLASSCOCK:

Well, if all we got's mine...

it's not a hell of a lot.

Some damn victory bonds.

If we get expenses for Slim...

there's not more than

a few thousand there.

It's not worth

all that aggravation.

WlLLlS:
I'm with you

on the idea of these night jobs.

I figure that damn Jesse James

routine we pulled--

hell,that was over with

at the turn of the century.

GLASSCOCK:

I tried to tell that idiot...

there's less risk in night jobs.

Especially if you work

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