The Return of Frank James Page #8

- What's he doing here?

- Guess he wants to be in at the kill.

[Judge Ferris] That is the law,

gentlemen, and here are the facts.

The defendant admits-yes, freely admits

that he robbed the express office.

Not now, son. Not now!

Thus your duty as to that count

in the indictment is plain. Uh-

As to the defendant's reasons

for robbing the express office...

you will attach no weight to them whatever.

As to whether murder was committed

in the course of the robbery...

that you will determine by the evidence.

But bear this in mind: No matter what

has been said in this courtroom...

you and you only are the final judges of

the guilt or innocence of the defendant.

The jury will now retire

to its deliberations.

[Chattering]

Maybe not murder, but there's no question

of a conviction on the robbery charge.

I wish, though, that Bob

Ford hadn't come here.

[No Audible Dialogue]

- Your Honor?

- Yes?

- Do we have to leave the box?

- Not if you've reached a verdict.

- We have, Your Honor.

- And what is the verdict?

We find the defendant,

FrankJames, not guilty of anything.

We licked them, the dad-blasted

Yankees! We licked them!

[Clamoring]

Let go ofhim, you lunkheads!

Keep cool, son. Keep cool.

Please! Please! You're free, Frank, free!

You can do as you please, go where you want.

If you kill him, you'll

have to stand trial again.

- You mustn't, Frank. You mustn't!

- I got to.

- Frank, if you ever want

to see me again- - [Gunshots]

[Man] Bob Ford! They got him! They got him!

[Clamoring Continues]

I tried to get him for you, Frank, but...

'pears like he got me.

I think I plugged him too, but I ain't sure.

If I was, I wouldn't feel so bad.

- Anybody gettin' a doctor?

- [Man] He's coming.

- Frank?

- Yeah?

I guess you and Pinky

can take care of the farm.

No, we can't, Clem. We got to have

you. We need you for the harvestin'.

Ain't a man in the county can do a

day's work like you. We gotta have you.

All right, Frank, but... I'm awful tired.

Maybe if- if I

rest up a bit-

Buck up, son. You can't go to

sleep now. You got a job to do.

Clem.

Anybody see which way Ford went?

Yeah, he ducked in that

livery barn over there.

[Shuffling]

[Horse Nickers]

[Hinges Squeaking]

[Rustling]

[Clattering]

[Clattering]

[Gunshot, Ricochet]

[Banging]

- Are you comin' out, or am I comin' in?

- [Gunshot]

[Gunshots Continue]

That's the other one, Jesse.

"In granting a full pardon to FrankJames...

"he has shown himself to be a man...

"who acts in full accord...

"with the wishes of the people.

"Anybody who don't vote for him...

"at the next election...

- ought to be taken out"- -

"And shot down like a dog. "

Yeah. Huh? Yeah, and put it on the

front page in 12-point boldface.

I don't suppose you'll ever

get out to Denver again.

Oh, can't tell. Mighty

pretty country 'round there.

Yeah, it kind of does somethin' to you...

to see the sun come up

mornings over the mountains.

- Yep, there's lots I like about Denver.

- I'm glad.

- Good-bye.

- Bye.

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