When the Daltons Rode Page #4

This court will be forced

to dismiss Jim Osborne...

Ed Pickett and Pete Norris

from jury service.

Fifteen minutes' recess.

I see. Well, now, Mr Rigby...

suppose you tell us in your own words

just what happened.

Well, I'd taken my surveying crew out

to verify the boundary...

of the Kansas Land

and Development Company's property.

Objection, Your Honour. The defence

can prove by three witnesses...

that Rigby and his men

were on the Dalton farm.

- Is this true, Mr Rigby?

- It is not.

We've just filed a complaint

against the Daltons for trespassing.

We've owned that property for 10 years!

There'll be no more demonstrations

in this court!

What occurred next?

Emmett there picked up the surveying

instrument and broke it on a rock.

Then what happened?

Ben Dalton rode up

behind Mason...

and smashed his head in

with the barrel of his gun.

- That's a lie!

- Hey, get that man!

Come on! Break it up!

- Grat, stop! Stop it!

- Come on! Break it up!

Order!

- Order!

- Pull yourself together!

Order! Order! Order!

Is there any doubt about the character

of the Daltons after this display?

- Your Honour, I demand a mistrial!

- Denied!

And lock that man up

for contempt of court!

You'll lock nobody up!

- And I'm taking Ben outta here too. Come on, Ben.

- You can't do this, Bob.

Sheriff, arrest that man!

This community is going

to learn to obey the law!

Why should we obey laws that are twisted

to fit the needs of thieves and liars?

- Take it easy, Bob.

- Arrest him!

- He's a deputy marshal.

- Don't let that stop you, Sheriff.

I'm fed up with the law around here. This

court can accept my resignation right now!

Wait a minute, Bob.

Come on! Get goin', boys!

Step out, Grat.

- Drop that gun!

- I said, step out, Grat!

- Bob!

- Grat, get Ben out of here. Come on!

- Bob-

- Come on!

Sorry about this, Julie. I'll get in touch

with ya. Thanks for tryin', Tod.

Hey, wait for me!

Order! Order! Order! Order!

Thanks, Bob. You got me

out of there just in time.

- This ain't right, Bob.

- Nothin's right any more. Go on! Go on, get going!

They've got our horses!

Hey, will you stop that?

What do you think you're doin'?

Just keepin' in practice

in case we ever do get any food.

Gee, we oughta know somebody around

here that can sneak us in something to eat.

There's Bob.

- Is Ma all right?

- Did you see Tod?

Couldn't get through. Posse's blockin'

every road. Take a look at that.

Seems we robbed another bank

and got away with a thousand dollars.

That makes me ashamed of myself.

Why do they print lies like that? We

haven't been 60 feet away from this barn!

Give a dog a bad name.

Yeah, they're blamin' us

for every crime in the country.

- What's gonna happen to Ma?

- And the farm?

Listen. "Local firemen hold

annual pie-eating contest-"

- Shut up, will ya?

- Well, Bob, what are we gonna do?

I don't know!

That's great.

We go home, they hang us.

We stay here, we starve to death.

Bob.

Couldn't we take our fight to another

county where we could get a fair trial?

That's a good idea, Ben, but it

takes money. We haven't got it.

Suppose I know a way

to get a hold of some money.

- How?

- Grat, we ain't gonna get in any more trouble.

- I'm with you, Grat.

- You're right here in this barn with Ben, and you'll stay here till I tell you to leave!

What's on your mind, Grat?

- Remember our old friends, the Kansas Land and Development Company?

- Yeah.

The Benton stage carries

their payroll every Wednesday.

If you ask me,

this is a crazy idea.

All this monkey business

just to hold up a stagecoach.

If it'd been me,

I'd just stick it up and get it over with.

Aw, Grat, Bob generally knows

what he's doin'.

He does everything for the b-

That's enough.

There's only one stagecoach.

We'll do it different this time.

Pull up!

- Ben!

- Emmett, somebody's comin'!

It's Ben.

Where have you been?

We thought we'd go down home

and see how everything was.

- And?

- They burned the house! Ma's gone!

- Where's Emmett?

- I couldn't hold him, Bob. He acted like he was crazy.

- Got on his horse and went toward town!

- Give me this horse, will ya?

- No! Come here!

- Let me go!

- Hold it a minute!

- No!

- Anybody see you?

- I don't know. Where's Ma? What have they done with her?

She's all right. Quick.

In the baggage room, out of sight.

Where is Ma, Julie?

They didn't hurt her, did they?

She's all right.

She's with Tod.

Anyway, you'd all go after her.

- How long since you've had anything to eat, Emmett?

- I don't know. I ain't hungry.

You'll feel better after you've had

something. I'll get my lunch box.

- There he is!

- Run!

Get out of here! Get out of here! You've

got no right in here! Get away from me!

Come on! Open the door!

- Let go of me! Let go of me! Let go of me!

- Come on!

Drop that gun!

We're gonna get Grat

sooner or later!

We got him!

Come on, boys!

Get him up to the square!

Makin' up lies. Drivin' 'em away

with a price on their heads.

- Burnin' our home. Why?

- I wish I knew.

If it's the land they want,

tell 'em they can have it if-

if they'll just leave

my boys alone.

I've, uh, I've tried to talk to Rigby,

but I can't get anywhere.

- For some reason-

- Tod, they've caught Emmett!

- Where is he?

- A mob has him. They're taking him down the street. Quickly!

Somebody bring a rope!

Get back, all of you! Get back!

Tod!

I'm all right, Julie.

What can we do?

How can we stop them, Tod?

Wait!

Out of my way!

Out of my way, you scum!

Leave my boy alone,

you dirty heathens!

For shame on all of you!

Is it a pack of wild animals you are?

- Don't let that old woman stop ya!

- "Old woman," is it?

I might have known

you were responsible for this!

You're to blame for

whatever my boys have done!

Why don't you hang him?

Climb in! Come on! Get in!

Oh, Ma! Oh, Ma! Ma!

He's all right, Ma. Really, he is.

We'd better get her out of here.

Some of you ladies help me, please.

In here, you.

We'll take over

from here, Sheriff.

Come on. In you go.

You all right, Emmett?

- Go on. Get goin'.

- Yeah.

Lock it!

- Where do we go from here?

- Just relax.

Hello. Operator, get me

the sheriff's office in Benton.

Yeah. Quick! What? What?

All right! Hey! Get something

to smash in the door with!

The sheriff won't shoot anybody!

- Plenty of horses out there.

- Yeah, if we could get to 'em.

I've been thinkin', Bob. Maybe if I went

out there and talked to those people...

I could make 'em

understand about-

Oh, you'd just be

wastin' your breath, Ben.

Only thing that mob'll

understand is a bullet.

Yeah, and maybe they'll get one.

- Say, Bob, I got an idea-

- Save it.

Hello?

He's tied up right now.

Get down!

Come on out here!

- One more like that oughta bring 'em in.

- Yeah. Get ready.

We'll get 'em out!

Lookin' for somebody?

It's the Daltons! All of'em!

Go, boy!

You all know me.

We've got no quarrel.

I'm just a farmer,

like some of you.

I've got nothing against anybody-

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