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DRIVER: Hyah! Hyah!

JIM: For a year and a half now,

the Dalton brothers, Bob, Grat, and Emmett,

had blazed their names across the Oklahoma border.

The hills were full of man hunters,

hungry for reward money.

Wells Fargo had been especially hard hit

by the attacks on our express trains.

It was only a matter of time

before I was sent out after the Daltons.

Go on, get!

I know who you're lookin' for,

and you won't find him.

You heard me, mister.

I'll give you a count of three, mister.

I'm tired of you bounty hunters

ridin' in here on the hunt for my boys.

Don't you remember me, Ma?

It's Jim Hardie.

Jim?

Oh, Jim...

I couldn't see you plain, with the sun in my eyes,

and it's been such a long time.

Almost two years.

Seems longer than that,

the things I've been through.

Them man hunters showin' up any time of the day or night,

bullyin' and threatenin'.

That ain't why you're here.

Wells Fargo didn't send you after them.

Why don't we go inside where we can talk?

Oh, sure, Jim...

Don't need to say another word.

You've come for my boys.

If you'd just let me finish...

You can't say nothin' more I want to hear.

You're worse than the others.

You were a friend.

You and Bob rode together.

When he was Deputy Marshal, he helped you get them fellas

that got the Cimarron stage.

You were under fire together.

Don't that mean nothin' to a man like you?

Do you think I like what I'm doin'?

I begged for this assignment

because I didn't want anyone else goin' after Bob.

Sure.

You figured you could ride in here and trade on your friendship.

I figured that only a friend could make him see

the only chance he's got is to give himself up.

Sooner or later, your boys are gonna be ridden into the ground.

And when they go down, it's gonna be with a posse's bullets in 'em.

Is that what you want?

Is it?

Looks like your ma's got company.

You recognize the horse?

No.

Maybe you better pass it up this trip.

Your brother Grat and the rest of the boys

will be waitin' at Onion Creek.

Ain't real smart to take chances.

What do you think, kid?

Yeah, it's been almost a year now.

Well, I'll leave it up to you, Bob.

And you mind the broncs.

I'm goin' in for a closer look.

I better go with you then.

If you tell me to get outta here,

there's nothing I can do about it.

And you won't have to use that rifle, either.

But don't pretend that you haven't lain awake at night,

listening to every sound out in the yard,

wondering if your boys are dead or alive,

if you'd ever see them again.

What did you expect?

I'm their mother!

'Course I laid awake night after night!

I was prayin' for them,

like I have ever since they were little.

They were raised right.

And now they're living like hunted animals.

Darn fool horse.

Careful!

My ma's in there.

Bob!

Emmett!

Grat, is that you out there?

You mustn't come in!

Jim Hardie's here! He's after you!

Bob!

Hold it. Throw down your gun.

Don't try it. Turn around!

Turk Cowley.

When'd you start ridin' with the Daltons?

What do you think you're gonna do, Hardie?

Take us all in single-handed?

I've got you. That's a beginning.

Now turn around and start movin'.

That's all, Jim.

Stand back, Bob.

This is gonna be a real pleasure, sneakin' lawman.

Hold on, there.

Don't carry this no further.

You stay outta this.

Don't talk that way to my Ma.

Put up your gun. What're you gonna do with him?

We'll think about that later. Put up your gun.

Emmett! Come on in!

Go.

Ma!

How's my baby?

Just fine, Ma.

We've been thinkin' about you, Ma.

Have you, son, for a fact?

Come a far distance out of our way.

Where's Grat? Why ain't he with you?

EMMETT: He's waitin' for us at...

BOB: He couldn't make it.

MA DALTON: Why not?

He's all right, Ma.

He's all right.

You look kinda peaked.

How long since you had a decent meal?

Our feed ain't been exactly regular.

Come on inside.

I'll get you somethin' to eat.

Get movin'.

What are you gonna do,

stuff him like a turkey before you kill him?

You take care of the horses.

Three years ago, you were a Deputy United States Marshal, Bob.

Now there's a price on your head.

What happened?

You know what happened to my brother Frank.

He was a good lawman.

He was the best.

He was the man I looked up to.

Same way my kid brother looks up to me now.

I used to see him riskin' his life every day for two dollars.

If it was what Frank wanted, it was all right with me.

Then one day, he rode out after a bunch of moonshiners.

They brought him back stretched over a saddle, shot dead.

They didn't even find enough money in his pocket to give him a decent burial!

He knew that risk when he took the job,

and he accepted it.

Get in the house.

Thanks, Ma.

None for me, either. Thanks.

It's time we was leavin'.

I'll bring the horses around front.

On your feet, Hardie.

What are you gonna do with him?

On your feet!

That chance I offered you, Bob,

might be the last one you ever get.

Maybe you ought to listen to him.

Spell it out, Hardie.

Chance for what?

A clean slate.

The way you and your brothers are going,

there's only one way you can wind up.

If you'll come in with me voluntarily,

it'll go a long way with you in a courtroom.

You mean turn ourselves in?

Go to prison?

You're still young.

When you get out, you'll have your whole lives ahead of you.

It's too late!

Now, I've listened to all I want.

Get movin'.

Do you want Emmett's death on your conscience?

Bob...

Bob, look, maybe what he says makes sense.

I get awful tired of runnin', hidin', sleepin' in the cold,

nothin' in my belly but fear.

We got a lot of ridin' to do.

Goodbye, Ma.

Bye, Ma.

Let's see if your legs are slick as your tongue.

EMMETT: Hold it!

What are you going to do with him?

That's my business.

Move out.

All right, hold it.

What are we stoppin' for?

Rest the horses.

Good a time as any to settle this other business.

Him.

You're facing another decision, Bob.

No decision to it. Only thing we can do.

I'll handle the job myself,

if you ain't got the stomach for it.

Bob, you can't let him kill Hardie.

Kid, you go on up the road a piece

and keep a lookout.

But, Bob! You got your orders!

All right, Cowley, we'll settle this, but not your way.

We're not gonna shoot him down in cold blood.

COWLEY: Maybe you'd like to toss him a gun,

Give him first draw. Put up that gun!

Now, look, all we gotta do is buy a little time

until the next job's over.

COWLEY: And then what?

Then we're breakin' up the gang.

The Daltons are gettin' out of this business.

Make you feel any better about us?

I don't think it'll work, not on your terms.

I'll fix him so he won't get loose. Get over there!

Supposin' someone comes by and sets him loose?

BOB: That won't happen till I ride by again.

And you better pray that I do.

You can never be sure with a rope.

I got a better idea.

Somethin' I found in your saddlebags.

Somethin' you'd have liked to use on us, Hardie?

I may get the chance yet.

You'll have to chew your way out of 'em first.

How about that, Hardie?

That real comfortable?

Better than gettin' shot.

Let's go.

Just a minute.

Here.

Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Where's Hardie?

He's been taken care of. Come on.

JIM: They had me where they wanted me.

And now they were on their way

to whatever job it was

that Bob Dalton had planned for them.

They were heading North toward the Kansas border.

Somewhere up there,

I knew they'd join the rest of their gang.

All right, this is the layout at Coffeyville.

Here's the Condon Bank, and right across the street

right here is the First National.

Now, the crops are in early this year.

The vaults are loaded with money.

Then it's a bank job you've been workin' up for us.

BOB: That's right.

Which one do we take, Bob?

Both.

Both?

Both banks at the same time?

It can't be done.

Oh, yes, it can. I got it all figured out.

I told you, the Daltons were gettin' out of this business.

We're going to get enough money tomorrow

so that we don't have to lift a gun the rest of our lives.

It's too much of a chance.

Too many things can go wrong!

BOB: Nothin' can go wrong!

Daltons were brought up in that town.

They know it like the inside of their hats!

Now, we'll time it to hit both banks.

We'll split up, three to a bank.

We'll get in fast and get out fast.

Whole job should take less than ten minutes.

Any questions?

Well, what about it?

I still don't like it.

Well, if you're scared, Cowley,

you can tend the horses.

Rest of us will do the job.

Any more beefs?

All right, let's get some sleep.

We gotta hit the saddle tomorrow early.

Jim...

Oh, thank the Lord they didn't do anything worse to ya.

What are you doing here?

I followed you.

Jim, you're right. I... I finally had to see it.

I... I tried to sleep last night,

but I couldn't for worryin'.

Say, how do we get them things off you?

Here. Get my hat.

There's an extra key in the hatband.

You play it smart, don't ya?

I always thought a spare would come in handy.

Thank you, Ma.

Well, if you wanna thank me, do what you said.

Go after 'em and stop 'em.

I don't even know where to look for 'em.

Well, I do.

They're headin' for Coffeyville.

I made Emmett tell me.

Jim, they're plannin' another job. They're known there.

They're ridin' right into gunfire, sure.

And then it'll... It'll be too late, like you said.

Your... Your gun's in the saddlebag here.

What about you?

Oh, I'm all right. Don't worry about me.

Just... Just stop 'em.

Hyah.

Hey.

That's Bob Dalton.

Let him go. We don't wanna warn the others.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Giddup!

Hold it, mister. That's Bob Dalton.

I know.

Bob...

Come out and give yourself up.

You haven't got a chance.

Bob!

They're all dead, Jim, even the kid.

I couldn't have faced Ma!

JIM: Bob Dalton was wrong.

They hadn't all been killed that morning in Coffeyville.

Emmett Dalton was badly wounded, all right,

but he'd live.

He'd live to go to prison and serve his time

and come out again to lead a worthwhile and a useful life.

Ma Dalton, she'd live to share the useful life

that Emmett lead when he returned from prison.

It's too bad it couldn't have ended the same way

for the rest of Ma Dalton's boys.