The Sons of Katie Elder Page #6
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- 1965
- 122 min
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Meet us at the river.
Go get 'em!
You were pretty good today, kid,
pretty handy.
- Where did you learn that stuff?
- Not in college.
We're just trying to make you rich and
respectable. You fight us every step.
l don't want to be rich and respectable.
l want to be like the rest of you.
- ls he sassing you again?
- l don't know what to do with him.
- Ain't you no respect for your Elders?
- That ain't funny. l heard it before.
backsides with a birch for talking back.
Which one of you is man enough
to fill in for Ma?
Oh, no. Oh, no, you wouldn't!
No, hey, no!
Come on!
Fellows! l thought l taught you better
than to take a bath with your clothes on.
There's a posse up there.
What do you suppose they're after?
lt can't be us. Unless they think
- lt's Ben Latta. They must be after us.
- What are we going to do?
We've done nothing wrong.
We won't act like it.
We'll just pick up these horses and start
out like we were just passing through.
There's four of them.
lt's the Elders all right.
l told you not to fire! l want 'em alive.
- Bud?
- l'm all right.
What's this for?
- Stealing horses is against the law.
- So is shooting 'em.
We got these legal,
and we can prove it.
l don't expect you all
to believe us, but Billy will.
- Then why did you shoot him?
- Billy's shot?
Shot but not dead.
He'll tell us who did it...
...when he tried to bring Tom in.
This doesn't make sense.
lf we were running away and had shot
Billy, why pick up a herd of horses?
- And bring them through Clearwater?
- Throw your guns on the ground.
Do as he says.
More killings won't prove anything.
A couple of you tie them up.
- We've got all them horses.
l've got a letter from the owner.
- That don't do much for Billy.
- We didn't do it.
Billy was at the Lupin place
when he was shot.
- The Lupin place?
- Yeah. lf they try anything, shoot 'em.
l'm making you a present.
You can have all the good deeds.
What good deeds?
A good deed for Ma.
Ain't that why we're here?
We're here because
you got yourself on a wanted poster.
You make it personal for a man
that's been in a few scrapes himself.
Tell us what happened.
Some bartender got sore
because l was raffling off my eye.
Started banging away at me with a .45.
- l did the only thing l could do.
- lt was self-defence.
Why didn't you stand trial
and clear yourself?
Because it was his town
and l was an outsider.
Look.
- How's Billy?
- l don't know.
- You think we did it, too.
- l don't know what to think.
lf only you'd gone away
after the funeral.
Whiskey. Hate.
Seems like everybody in this town's
made up their mind.
Go on home, Mary. Stay home.
l don't want you around here.
Billy's dead.
Go on.
Did he say who shot him?
to say you didn't.
- Get a rope!
- Let's hang them!
l told you to go home.
- What about that mob?
- They had a feeling for Billy.
- Tell them Billy wouldn't lynch a man.
- Four men.
Three men and a boy. How can you
be so sure they're guilty, Ben?
They're convinced.
The same that would make up a jury.
You arrest them. You don't judge them.
Get the marshal to come here.
Quit telling me how to do my job.
Did you see the way
them people are looking at us?
Yeah, l saw.
And we're getting out of here.
You figure on doing it different?
They come to feed us in the morning,
we'll get the key.
- How's it look?
- Not good, Judge.
- Better set their trial for in the morning.
- Pick a jury out of that mob?
lt wouldn't be justice. lt'd be murder.
We got enough of those, Charlie?
No, we ain't. Them guns ain't
going to stop no mob, and you know it.
- Do you want to let them in?
- Don't you talk to me like that!
lost a prisoner, mobs or no mobs.
He broke 'em up, and without no guns,
neither. l seen him do it.
But then you ain't no Billy Wilson!
- He didn't mean anything.
- Why don't he use his head?
lf he was a patch on Billy's shirt,
he'd get those boys out of town
before it's too late.
Look out there.
Them's friends of yours until now.
But pretty soon you'll be shooting
bullets at 'em. You will.
We'll move 'em.
We'll move them to Laredo
early in the morning.
Tom, somebody's coming!
l guess they changed their mind.
Yell out to one of them deputies.
Tell them you're sick.
Are you out of your mind?
You want to get your neck stretched?
- We're facing it.
- Not a lynch mob.
We're here because you ran in
New Orleans. We're not running again.
- Katie's not losing this one.
- We're the ones who're in trouble!
- l suppose she wasn't.
- She's the same as other mothers.
Her kids didn't turn out the right way.
So what of it?
Nobody's making any decisions for me.
l'll make my own.
You can buy her an angel or a lamb,
pay her off with a slab of marble.
You can make that decision.
But l'll decide this one.
lf we all get killed out of this, nobody's
going to run. Katie wins this one.
You're going to Laredo.
Make one wrong move, you'll get
the same thing you gave Billy.
Come on!
- Got the shackles ready?
- All ready.
- All right, you two over here.
- l don't want to be shackled to him!
Kind of late to be choosy
about your friends.
Get a leg up.
Make sure they're tight.
Raise your right hands.
Do you swear to act as deputy sheriffs
and uphold the laws of Texas?
- Say, ''l do.''
- l do.
Get in that wagon.
Once on the bridge, they're all yours.
- l don't trust them guards.
- The drivers are on our side.
They've got their stories straight.
''We were ambushed by the Elder gang.''
Whoa!
- What are you stopping here for?
- To rest the horses.
- Ned, what's the matter?
- Resting the horses.
- All right...
- Jump!
Put your hands up, Ben.
- You're wearing a badge.
- So was Billy. Drop that rifle.
- One gun won't hold them off very long.
- Ben's got some guns in that rig.
- Can you keep underwater with me?
- lf l can't, you just hold me under.
Let's go. Come on.
l knew you were
going to mob those boys.
Sure you did, Ben.
But they had it coming.
Hold it.
Tom! Tom!
Use the horses to get back.
All right. Keep in step
or we'll get tangled and go down.
All right, Curley,
this is what you were hired for.
l don't want one of them Elders
to get out of here alive. Move!
All set?
They've got a hold of Ben's guns.
We'll never get them out of there.
- l'd like to blast them out of there.
- There's dynamite in the gun box.
l don't like it.
Too quiet.
Let's get back.
Cover me.
Go!
Look out!
Matt!
- John.
- Let me help you.
No, please, l...
John... l wish...
Maybe Bud...
l... l wish...
Here they come!
l'm hit!
l'm hit. John!
John Elder, throw me a gun.
l'll help you.
- Ben's going to help them.
- Stupid fool!
No, Dad. That's Ben!
Come on.
- Hastings is leaving. Let's go.
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