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FPS 23,976

THE RETURN OF FRANK JAMES
1940

Whoa, Dan!

- Pinky!
- Yes, sir.

- Come over here.
- Yes, sir.

Take him back to the barn.
I'm going up to the house.

- Clem oughta be getting in from town.
- Yes, sir, Mr. Frank.

- Pinky.
- Yes, sir?

Ain't you never gonna learn?
What's my name?

Why, uh, Woodson.
Mr. Ben Woodson, sir.

Why do you call me Mr. Frank?
Ain't it just as easy to say Mr. Ben?

Seein' as I been calling you Mr. Frank
ever since you was knee-high to nothin',

ain't no harm in callin' you Mr. Frank
when ain't nobody around here, is there?

Except one day you're gonna forget and
bawl out Mr. Frank when folks is around.

Pinky, Frank James isn't hiding
in these hills. He's dead.

Dead? W-Well, you ain't dead.

- You callin' me a liar?
- Oh, no, sir. No, sirree, but--

Ain't no buts about it, Pinky. Frank James
is dead and buried and underground.

Yes, sure. Sure, he's dead and buried
and under the ground and rotted.

- Now remember.
- Yes, I'll remember, Mr. Frank.

Jesse-- They killed him!

Jesse dead?

Yeah. Shot through the back
when he weren't lookin'.

Ain't no other way they could have
got Jesse. They know who done it?

Sure, they know. It was them sneakin'
cowards, Bob and Charlie Ford.

Bob and Charlie, huh?

Poor Zee and the baby.

Frank, can I go with you?

Go with me?

Well, I know you don't
need any help, but--

I reckon I don't,
seein' as I ain't aimin' to do anything.

What?

Ain't no more to be said now.

Tell Pinky to rustle up some supper.

Gosh, I was so sure you'd wanna
light out after them Fords,

I bought me a gun.

Hand it over.

I used my own money.

Hand it over.

You're getting too big
for your britches, son.

You got no call to be totin' a gun.

Well, I figured if there was any trouble--

There ain't gonna be no trouble.

Listen, son.

When your father was killed
up at Northfield,

I brought you down here hopin' you'd
grow up to be a regular hardworkin' man.

So far I got no complaints.

We've been gettin' along fine, you and me,
workin', mindin' our own business.

We bothered nobody.
Nobody's bothered us.

Ain't what them Fords done
bothered you none?

The courts will take care of the Fords.

- Supposin' they don't?
- I'm supposin' they will.

Whatever Jesse done, he was murdered,
and the law don't hold with murder.

Frank, if nothin' gonna happen
to them Fords,

ain't some folks gonna think that,

well, maybe you're--

Scared?

- Well?
- What do you think?

Oh, I know you ain't scared.
You ain't scared of anything.

But, gosh, I wish you and me, we could--

Vittles is ready. Sit down, Mr. Frank.

I mean, Mr. Ben. I mean, Mr. Ben.

Mr. Frank is dead.
I mean, Mr. Ben. Mr. Frank is dead.

So I mean, Mr. Ben. Mmm, Mr. Ben.
I mean, Mr. Ben. Mr. Frank is dead.

So, I mean, Mr. Ben. I mean, Mr. Ben.
I mean, Mr. Ben. Mr. Frank is dead.

Sinners, sons of Belial,

prepare for the vengeance of the Lord.

The day of reckoning is mighty close.

You'll catch it hip and thigh if you don't
get to repentin' and get to it quick.

Hellfire's awaitin' you.
Are you ready to meet your maker?

I reckon so.

You willing to stand before the judgment
seat with a chaw of tobacco in your mouth?

Lost souls, that's what you all are.

Black with sin. Black with iniquity.

The light of the Lord ain't in any of you.

Do you ever think of salvation?
Do you ever think of the kingdom?

No. All you ever think of
is your bellies and your cornpone

and your chitlins and your corn liquor.

Brother, how about a swig of that jug?

- Ain't hard liquor, is it?
- No, plain spring water.

Oh.

- Crop all in?
- Yeah.

- You from town?
- Uh-huh.

- Any news?
- Hogs is up two cents.

- Good.
- You remember about them Ford boys?

- The fellas that killed Jesse James?
- Yeah.

I "heared" at the telegraph office
they're gonna be hanged.

- You don't tell me.
- Uh-huh.

Jury found them guilty of murderin' Jesse.

Don't know why though, bein'
there's a reward out for his killin'.

Revival meetin' at Clinton tomorrow night.
Be there, brother.

It's me and the devil and no holds barred.

Giddap!

Law's all right, huh?

"Beatenest" thing I ever did see.

It's like I figured,
ain't a jury in western Missouri

would stand for shooting a friend when
he ain't lookin', no matter what he done.

Let it be a lesson to you, son.

What about us going over to that
revival meeting tomorrow night?

I think it's safe enough
if I sort of stay in the shadows.

I reckon you'd like to see
some other folks once in a while.

Oh, I ain't hankerin'
to see no other folks.

But let's go fishin' tomorrow,
you and me, huh?

Sure, son, sure.

Here it is, Mr. Frank.

Ain't they hangin' 'em?

No, they let them off
and give them the reward money.

I knowed that preacher man heared wrong.

It's just like my pappy always said.

"There ain't no law for the poor folks
except the end of a gun."

Hush up.

I was certain sure
they wasn't gonna do nothin'.

Did they ever do anything
for our kind of folks? No.

McCoy and his railroad stole your farm
and killed your mother.

And what happened? Nothin'.

And that time Jesse give hisself up.
Did the law treat him right?

Uh--

Pinky, saddle the horses.

- Yes, sir!
- Just my horse.

- Yes, sir.
- You ain't goin' nowheres.

Oh, please, Frank. I won't get in the way.

You and Pinky gotta stay here and look
after the farm. I won't be gone long.

Oh, Pinky can take care of things.
There ain't much to do right now.

The fence has gotta be finished.
The stock's gotta be taken care of.

- Anyways, you're too young.
- I'm no baby. I'm grown up.

Ain't no use arguin', Clem.
The Fords is my affair personal.

And you ain't goin' with me.

Pinky, I'm leavin' Clem in your charge.

- Don't let him get out of your sight.
- No, sir.

See he studies his figurin'
and his readin'.

Yes, sir, Mr. Frank.

If you want me for anything important,
Major Cobb will know where I am.

- Yes, sir.
- Good-bye, Pinky.

- Good-bye, sir.
- Good-bye, son.

Look after things while I'm gone too.

- Hello, Joe. Hello, Fred.
- Hello.

Didn't know you boys could read.

Hello, Connie. How's your pa?

Whiskey.

What'll it be, boys? Bob Ford's buyin'.

- Have a drink, Major.
- I don't drink with rats.

- Watch out, Major.
- No danger. The Fords only shoot at backs.

- You tryin' to make trouble?
- No, but if I had my way--

You had your way.

You and your stinkin' paper did everything
you could to hang us, didn't ya?

Well, we're free now,
and we got the reward money.

- There isn't a thing you can do about it.
- Come, come, gentlemen.

Let bygones be bygones.
The James case is a closed issue.

Not by a gosh-dang sight it ain't.

It won't be closed till Jesse's brother's
paid for every dad-blasted drop of it.

Your hands ain't any too clean either,
Runyan.

Mine? What have I done?

As an officer employed
by the railroad, naturally I--

Oh, don't pay any attention
to the old buzzard.

Talk, talk, that's all he can do.

Yeah, that's about all I can do.

But those James boys are mighty peculiar.
Mighty peculiar.

Jesse's gone, that's true.
Maybe Frank's gone too.

And then again, maybe he ain't.

The boys always had
a mighty peculiar way of turning up

just when you least expected them.

Mighty peculiar.

What are your plans?

I'm going out West
to see a friend of mine.

When?

Now.

Now read it back to me, Roy.

"If we're ever gonna have law and order
in this part of the country,

we gotta take vipers like those Fords

and that slimy railroad detective Runyan

and shoot 'em down like dogs."

Right. Now, paragraph.

"Furthermore, we've got to abolish
the pardoning power--"

Better go back
and get your supper, Roy.

Yes, sir.

Come in, Frank, come in. Come in!

I knew you'd be along this way soon,
but you're a wee bit late.

Late? Ain't they here?

No. They's gone out of town
a few hours ago.

Yeah, yeah, get away from this window.

Now, now, come on. Sit down and
tell me all about yourself and your folks.

Here. Here. Have a drink.

Well, family's all right.
They're in Kansas City.

- Yeah?
- About me? There ain't nothin' to tell.

I've been hiding out down in the Ozarks,
farmin'. Heard about Jesse.

Frank, it was the dirtiest, rottenest,
sneakiest thing that ever was.

Oh, Jesse may have had killin'
comin' to him. I ain't denyin' that.

But to be shot in the back by a couple
of fellas that was like brothers to you,

with a weapon you give them yourself.

- I know, but about this pardon--
- All part of the same piece.

McCoy put the Fords up to the killin',
then got 'em the pardon and the reward.

- McCoy, huh?
- Yeah.

Got no idea at all
where the Fords went to?

None whatever,
exceptin' they took the cars West.

What you aimin' to do?

Sure like to meet up with Bob and Charlie.

Old friends of mine, you know.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I know.

Well, I'll be movin' along.

Well, good huntin', Frank.

- I'll let you know where I am.
- All right.

- Good night, Major.
- Hold on. Hold on, son, hold on.

Very good.

Come on. Come on.

Bye, son.

Roy!

Yes, sir.

Get out them obituaries of the Fords
and set 'em up in type.

Yes, sir.

Giddap! Giddap!

Pinky. What are you doing here?

- That boy Clem done run away.
- Run away? When?

Just after you left.
He hopped on his horse and scat.

I tried to stop him,
but he nearly knocked me over.

That boy's harder to hold
than a handful of bumblebees.

Y'all find what you're looking for, sir?

No, Pinky, they ain't here.
They lit out for the West somewheres.

Mmm. Must have got a feeling.
You goin' out after them, sir?

Yeah, but not for a while maybe.
I gotta get me some money.

You ain't figurin' on no robbin', is ya?

No, Pinky, them days is far behind me.

Praise the Lord, Mr. Frank.
Praise the Lord.

- Pinky, I'm a-thinkin'.
- About what, Mr. Frank?

It was McCoy money that put Jesse
in his grave back there, wasn't it?

Then ain't it fittin' I use McCoy money
to get the Fords?

What'd you say, Mr. Frank?

Yeah, that's right.

- Tomorrow's the 15th, ain't it?
- Yes, sir, it's the 15th.

St. Louis Midland
pays off the first and the 15th.

Money oughta be
in the express office tonight.

Oh, Mr. Frank.

Pinky, go back to the farm right away
and stay there.

Yes, sir, sir.

If Clem shows up, tell him I'm gonna
brush the britches right off of him.

- Yes, sir, Mr. Frank.
- Good-bye, Pinky.

Good-bye, Mr. Frank.
And God bless you, sir.

Good evenin'.

Kinda chilly for spring, ain't it?

Yeah, a nip in the air.
What's on your mind, friend?

Well, I got this to send out.

Can't you send it in the mornin',
can't ya?

No. Wanna get it on the 4:15.

Oh, all right.

- Can you write?
- Yes, sir, after a fashion.

All right.

Then fill out this blank.

- Reach, brother.
- I-I'm a-reachin'.

I got a notion when I come in
you was kind of sleepy.

- Suppose you lay down and rest a while.
- Huh?

Down!

Flat on your face.

Now lay there still and don't let me
hear a peep out of you.

You'll hear nothin' from me, brother.
I wanna be around for breakfast.

Go to sleep. I'll wake you up before I go.

- Get down.
- Yes, sir.

Clem!

What are you doin' here?

I've been followin' ya.
I was watchin' outside.

- And when you didn't come out--
- You fool, I almost shot you.

Now get outta here and back to the farm
before I skin you alive. Git!

Bolt the door.

Keep your eye on the watchman.

Where'd that shot come from?

Down here, Sid. Come on!

- What's up?
- There's a shot!

Seemed to come from in there.

You and you, get a ram,
break that door down.

A couple of you men
get around to the rear.

Come on, the back way.

Come on, boys, break 'er down!
Get in there!

Come on.

Shh.

- You afraid?
- No.

Come on.

Hyah! Giddap! Hyah!

I'm sorry about what I done, Frank.

You might have been killed.

Well, I guess there
ain't nothin' to be done about it now.

They'll be wanting me too.

I tell you, there isn't
the slightest doubt about it.

I know a James boy job when I see one.

I ought to. I've seen enough of them.

It was Frank James, and I'm offering
another reward of $10,000.

I'll wipe him out,
just like I did his brother.

Mr. McCoy, with your permission,

I should like to leave at once
for the West.

What for?

To see if I can locate
Charles and Bob Ford.

What have they got to do with it?

If I can find the Ford boys,

I've got a very good idea
that Frank James will not be far behind.

- Then go on, by all means.
- Thank you.

- There were two of them, weren't there?
- Yes, Mr. McCoy.

Yes. One of them was Frank,
but who was the other?

Frank's got a lot of friends.

- Where's Jesse buried?
- Just outside of town.

You can laugh if you want to, but I'm
going out and have a look at that grave.

I don't trust anything
about those James boys.

Well, if it ain't Mr. Woodson.

- How are ya?
- Fine, sonny.

Where are you and your father
been keeping yourselves?

Well, Pa got him a ranch down
in old Mexico, just below the border.

- Like it down there?
- Oh, fine cattle country.

But you sure gotta be handy with a gun.
Shootin' scrapes all the time.

Guess who I seen killed in a fight
just before I left.

- Who?
- Frank James.

Has he been down there?

Yes, sir, and he's gonna stay
down there, six feet under the ground.

They must have pumped 15 slugs into him.

Well, he had it comin' to him, I reckon.
Let's go and have a drink.

I need one. I'm spittin' sand hills.
Wait till I get my saddlebags.

So, they finally got Frank.

Appears that way.

I done all right, huh?

Fine. I once seen Booth,
and he couldn't have acted it better.

Thanks.
You think the news will get around?

Hope so.
Once the Fords find out I'm dead,

maybe they'll come out of their hole,
wherever they are.

- Well, the Fords aren't the only ones--
- Shh.

The Fords aren't the only ones
you gotta play dead for.

- McCoy's got a reward out.
- I know. I got a letter from the major.

McCoy's got an idea I had something to do
with that express job.

Suspicious cuss, ain't he?

Major write you
they found out about the farm?

- No.
- Well, they have.

McCoy's got a flock of men watching
every road and cow path around there.

I think it's all right though.
Pinky won't talk.

No, Pinky won't talk,
but it's just as well I'm dead.

- What'll it be?
- Beer.

- And what for you?
- Make his sarsaparilla.

Right.

Now what'd you do that for?
I've tasted beer.

Mr. Woodson, sir.
Lady wants to see you.

- A lady?
- Yes, sir. She's waiting in the parlor.

Give me half a dollar to fetch you.

- All right.
- This way, sir.

- Mr. Woodson?
- Yes, ma'am?

I'm sorry to bother you,
but I'm looking for the man

who saw Frank James killed in Mexico.

And they told me
he was talking to you on the porch.

It was me that seen the killing, ma'am.

- Oh, then it's you I wanna talk to.
- Just a minute, miss.

Who are you, if you don't mind?

My name's Eleanor Stone.
I'm a newspaper writer.

I was passing the hotel,
and somebody told me that--

A writer?
You mean you write pieces for the paper?

Yes, a reporter for the Denver Star.

A lady reporter?

Mind if I sit down?
It'll be easier for me to take notes.

Sure do beat all, a lady newspaperman.

Well, I'm not really and truly a reporter,
not yet.

But I'm going to be.
My father's the owner of the Star.

Maybe you've heard of him--
Randolph Stone.

Well, can't say I have.

But if he owns the paper,
I should think he'd be doing well enough,

so his daughter don't have to work.

Oh, I don't have to work.

And if you must know,
my father's very much opposed to it.

He thinks I should finish college

and then sit around with my hands folded,

waiting for someone
to get around to marrying me.

I'll do nothing of the sort.

Women are awakening.

- They wanna do things. They--
- Not where I come from.

Women figure they're doing plenty feeding
a dozen farmhands and raisin' kids.

We can't all feed farmhands
and have babies.

Everybody to their taste.

I wanna be a newspaperwoman.

Now tell me about Frank James.

If I can get a good story,

maybe even my father
will be convinced I can be a reporter.

Won't you help me?

Sure, we'll help.

Go ahead. Tell her everything, son.

Well, it all happened about six weeks ago.

We'd been down in Hernandez
herdin' longhorns.

And that night we went into town
to do a little drinkin'.

- A boy like you?
- Ma'am, I ain't no boy.

Down in Mexico,
I do a man's work and a man's drinkin'.

When we got to Whiskey Joe's,

there was a drunken crowd there
from another ranch...

a-roughin' things up.

Frank James--
Oh, I've seen him a couple times before--

he was up at the bar, drinkin' quiet
and mindin' his own business.

You taking this down
in that newfangled shorthand?

Oh, no, just making notes
as I would in classes. Go ahead.

So, this crowd from the other ranch
was a-whoopin' it up,

especially the foreman,
a fella they call Red--

Oh, like this--
when a girl comes in the place.

Oh, a little girl, maybe ten or 12,
lookin' for her pa.

Red makes a grab for her,
and she starts cryin' and a-screamin'.

And that plumb annoys Frank.

He comes over from the bar...

and he pulls the girl away from Red
and knocks him a-kickin'.

Right away I knows there's
gonna be trouble in bushel lots.

Everybody exceptin' Red's gang
runs out of the place.

It bein' none of my ruckus,
I ducks behind the bar.

But Frank don't scare any.

He pulls his gun and stands
with his back up against the bar.

It's one against 12 or 15.
Red and his crew start blazin' away.

And Frank's blazin' right back.

He knocks off two guys, and then
gets hit himself in the left arm.

Well, to make it short,
he finishes off Red.

Good. Good!

Better be takin' all this down, miss.

- It's all right. I'll remember.
- Uh, where was I?

Oh, yeah. He finishes off Red
and five or six of his gang.

By this time,
Frank himself is leakin' like a sieve.

He's down on the ground, dyin',
but still fightin'

when a slug gets him in the heart.

Then the fellas that are left
empty their guns into him.

- Oh, the cowards!
- This belonged to Frank.

See, it's marked F.J.

I picked it up figuring I could give it
to his kinfolks if I ever run into them.

Oh, what a wonderful story for the paper.

Oh, yes, wonderful story.

Thank you. Thank you ever so much.
Oh, I must have your name.

Uh, Grayson. Tom Grayson.

Did you say this happened six weeks ago?

Then he couldn't have been mixed up
in that Missouri express robbery

that I've been reading about,
where a man was killed.

Oh, no, Frank had been
in Mexico over a year.

Frank James never killed nobody.

Of course,
I ain't countin' that Mexico business.

He and his brother must have been
wonderfully colorful characters.

I wish I could have known them.

Well, I must hurry along to the paper.
Good-bye, and thank you so much.

I, uh--

Sometimes I... might have news.

- Could I see you?
- I'd be glad to see you anytime.

You'll always be able
to reach me at the Star... now.

Well, it's very good. But I still think
a newspaper is no place for a woman.

Now, now, dear,
please don't be so severe.

Edna, don't interfere.

But, Papa, you've got to admit

this is the biggest scoop
you've had in six months.

Been telegraphed all over the country,
and I got it for you.

No, my dear, you just stumbled on it.
That can happen to anybody.

- But I do go on the payroll, don't I?
- Thank you.

I don't know. I don't know.
I've got to think that over.

No, thank you.

Take the horses out by the side entrance
and don't leave 'em.

- We may need them in a hurry.
- You goin' in?

Looks like a show I oughta see.

You gonna shoot 'em right on the stage?

No. First I'm just
gonna scare 'em to death.

Well, it's time I was a-leavin'.

Where is that dratted valise of mine?

Here it is, Father.

All packed.

And I didn't forget
your rheumatism medicine neither.

I hate to go leaving you alone,
Nellie, but I got to.

Uncle Joe's a-dyin'.

Don't worry, Pappy. I'll be safe.

Nobody suspects
the farm money's in this box.

And anyhow, I know how to use this.

May God keep you safe, my daughter.

Go away. There's nobody home.

Open the door, or we'll break it down.

Go away.

- We want the farm money.
- Take another step and I'll shoot.

- Oh, no, you won't. You know who we are?
- No, and I don't care.

I'm Jesse James.
This is my brother, Frank.

- Now, do we get the money?
- Over my dead body.

If that's the way you want it.

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Help! Help!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

- Why didn't you do what I told you to?
- I wanted to see you give it to 'em.

- Where'd you put the horses?
- Over there on the corner.

The theater's on fire!

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Come on! Giddap! Giddap there!

Come on!

Giddap!

Come on!

That's one of 'em, Jesse.

- I beg your pardon, but you're Miss Stone?
- Yes.

My name is Runyan.
I'm from the St. Louis Midland.

Oh, railroad police.
Won't you sit down?

Thank you.

I'm, uh, sorry to disturb you,
but, uh, it's just a formality.

Uh, I'm checking up
on the death of Frank James.

Uh, you wrote the story about it,
didn't you?

Yes, I did.
Now I'm writing the story of his life.

Oh? Should be very interesting.
Very.

Um, that youngster
who gave you the account of the killing--

tell me about him.

- What did he look like?
- Look like?

Well, he was a boy not more than 16 or so.
Light, curly hair.

Turned-up nose.
That's about all I can tell you.

Ah, I see.

Um, in your story, there was something
about a friend who was with the boy.

What did he look like?

Hmm, he was a man about 29 to 30,

six feet tall, maybe more.

Hard to tell. Walks with a sort of stoop.

Has blue eyes and rather high cheekbones.

Speaks with a slow drawl,
but doesn't say much.

Yes. What did you say his name was?

Woodson. Ben Woodson.

Woodson. He here now?

No. They told me over at the hotel

that he'd suddenly
been called away on business.

But I'm sure he'll be back soon.

At any rate, you hope so.

Yes, I do. He's most likable.

Yes.

I guess women could find
a certain something about Frank.

- Frank?
- Your friend Woodson is Frank James.

What did you say?

I said your likable friend is Frank James,
outlaw and murderer.

You-- You can't mean it.

Isn't this your friend Woodson?

But I don't understand. Why should--

It's all very simple, my dear.

You see, Frank had two very good reasons
for wanting to be dead:

The express robbery in Missouri
and his friends, the Fords.

I don't believe it.

He wouldn't do that.

He was so nice and helpful.

- You sure there's no mistake?
- Oh, quite.

You see, right after reading your story,
I went down to the border.

Nobody there had ever heard
of the gunfight that boy told you about.

I'm sorry, my dear.
You were the victim of a very cruel hoax.

You and your paper.

However, all hardened criminals
are cruel and vicious.

Uh, you said he was coming back?

That's what they told me at the hotel,
but now that the news is out--

But the news isn't out.
Only the two of us know about Woodson.

Well, uh, I'll be leaving you now.

But you'll hear from me very soon.

And don't worry, my dear.

You-- You will have the last laugh.

- Mose?
- Yes, miss?

There's something
I want you to do for me.

Yes'm.

You remember that man
you took the message to last week?

You mean Mr. Woodson?

Yes. Now here's what I want you to do.

He's away now,
but when he comes back to the hotel,

tell him not to go inside,
not to talk to anybody,

or to see anybody
until he gets in touch with me.

- Understand?
- Yes'm.

This Mr. Woodson ain't on no account
to do nothing till he done seen you.

All right, Mose, but remember,
it's important-- very, very important--

and be sure...

Look! Look at it, Frank.

A hair. A real hair.

See it? Yeah, feel it. Feel it.

Couple more like that,
and you'll need a mustache cup, son.

Hands up, gentlemen.

Well, this is a real pleasure, Frank.

I haven't seen you
since that little affair at Northfield.

Oh, come now.
Don't act that way. Be sociable.

How 'bout a little of that charm
you loosed on that lady reporter, huh?

Oh, you're quite a storyteller,
aren't you, bub?

Yeah.

All right, put on your boots
and your coats,

and we'll make a little call
on the marshal.

Come on.

Guess you're wondering
how I caught up with you, huh?

Very, very simple.

I knew that Mexican story was a fake
the minute I read it.

Showed a picture of you to Miss Stone,
and there you are.

Yes, you lawbreakers
are all just about the same.

Oh, some of you are smarter than others,
but sooner or later,

you'll all trip yourselves up!

I did good, didn't I?

Yes, son, this time you sure did.

- Ooh!
- Take a deep breath, missy.

Boy just left this for you.

Tell my mother I may be late for dinner.

A friend of mine's ill.
Going over to see her.

Yes'm.

Come in.

Come in!

Help! Police! Help! Help!

Come out or I'll shoot!

Try to commit suicide, huh?

Huh?

Yeah, that's how it was.

Didn't mean to lie to you,
but there was nothing else I could do.

- I'm awfully sorry I--
- And you should be.

Taking advantage of a young girl

and hanging up people in closets
like raincoats.

But you can't stay here.
You've got to get away.

If you don't, they'll be hanging you
like they're hanging your friend.

- Friend? What friend?
- Didn't you read about it?

The paper gives his name as Pinky.

- Pinky something or other.
- What?

Here. I cut it out.

Why, they're plumb loco.

Pinky wasn't even in town
when it happened.

I sent him back to the farm.
They can't hang him.

He's already been found guilty
and sentenced.

But he's innocent.
He's as innocent as you are.

Some of McCoy's work.
His way of getting back at me.

Why, Pinky never so much as even
stole a chicken in his whole life.

- What are you going to do?
- I gotta do something.

I-I wanna talk to you.

Go ahead. You can talk in front of her.

Well, it's about Bob Ford.
I found out where he is.

Yeah?

Mining camp called Creede.
About four or five days' ride from here.

Some fellas at the livery stable
were talking about him.

Get out the horses.
I'll be right with you.

All right.

So, you're going to let
your friend hang after all.

What? Well, there's nothin'
I can do about it now.

- Once I get Bob Ford out--
- But you'll be too late.

If you'll look at the clipping, you'll see
the hanging's set for next week.

I know, but what can I do?

Tell me, is it more important
for you to kill a man

than to save the life of an innocent one?

Nothing's more important to me
than gettin' Bob Ford.

I'll send a telegram to the governor.
I'll tell him Pinky's innocent.

Promise to give myself up
the minute I've taken care of Ford.

But anyone could send a telegram
and sign your name.

You've got to go yourself... now.

Frank, you can't do anything else.

Killing is one thing,
but letting an innocent man die--

I know, and I agree with you,
but it may be my only chance.

I promise you once I get Bob Ford,
I'll give myself up.

Good-bye, Eleanor.

Come in.

Oh, so it's you.

Close that door and sit down. I've got
a few things to say to you, young lady.

All right, Papa. Get it over with.

Uh-huh.

I suppose you realize you've made me and
the Star the laughingstock of the country.

I'm sorry.

Oh, I suppose you think
that takes care of everything.

- Other papers have made mistakes.
- Yes.

But none of them have made the mistake
of having a gullible female on their staff

and trusting her.

None of them have--

You saw that interview with Runyan
in the Globe this morning, didn't you?

- Yes, I saw it.
- Uh-huh. It's all true, isn't it?

- Not altogether.
- Oh, no?

Didn't Runyan come to see you?

Didn't Frank James
hang him up in the closet?

Huh. I suppose you'll be telling me next
that Frank James is really dead.

I could hardly tell you that.
I talked to him last night.

You saw him?

That murderer,
and you didn't turn him in?

Young lady, you're going back
to college tomorrow.

I've had enough of your nonsense.

My daughter mixed up with murderers.

Papa, I've got to go to Liberty, Missouri.

You bet you do-- What? What's that?

Did you read a story in your paper
about a Negro named Pinky

who's going to be hanged in a few days
as an accomplice in the express robbery?

- Yes, yes. What about it?
- Well, he's innocent, and--

What's that got to do with you?

Have you gone out of your mind?
How do you know he's innocent?

If you'll stop standing on your head
and sit down,

I'll tell you how I know
and why I've got to go to Liberty.

- Makes good eatin'-- wild hen. Don't it?
- Mm-hmm.

'Course,

it didn't get the fine cookin'
Pinky had've given--

- I can't do it, Clem.
- Can't do what?

- Can't go on.
- What's the matter? You sick?

Yeah, sick inside.

In a few days they'll be hangin' Pinky.

Hangin' him for something he didn't do.

Must have been crazy.

I'm goin' back, Clem.

- And let Bob Ford get away?
- Let Bob Ford get away.

Well, you can't do it, Frank. You can't.

After all our work, are we gonna give up
on account of a darky?

We're goin', Clem.

It ain't Pinky makin' you do this.
It's that girl in Denver.

You got her on your mind
more than you have Bob Ford.

In a few seconds,
you're gonna have an awful sore seat, son.

Maybe I am. But what would Jesse think
if he knew you were walkin' out on him?

That's enough, Clem.

I guess she's afraid
you're gonna get hurt.

"Oh, don't go, Frank.
That poor Ford boy--"

I'm goin', Clem, and I'm goin' alone.

Frank! Frank!

Frank!

- Can I go with you?
- Suit yourself.

What you doin' that for?

We're honest men, Clem.

Yeah, but 'tain't a fair swap.
Why, I could get--

Maybe you could, son. Maybe you could.
But we got no time for tradin' talk.

Pick out a couple of good head.

Hey, stranger.

How much you figure
an outfit like this is worth?

Oh, about $500 or $600.

Here's $600. I'll throw in the horses.

Come on, Clem.

Anything wrong?

No, exceptin' that outfit
don't belong to me.

When's the next through train east?

Just missed it.
Won't be another till tomorrow.

It's no good.
We gotta be in Kansas City tomorrow.

You can make up your mind
you ain't gonna be.

Those trains there--

Them's freights, all except number eight.
That's fast mail.

- Due in a few minutes, ain't it?
- Yeah.

But it don't even--
whistle goin' through here.

- You can flag it, can't you?
- What, flag number eight?

What for? It don't carry passengers.

Only mail and fast express.

You're gonna flag it tonight, partner.

Come on. Get your lantern.

- Come on. Get goin'. Get goin'.
- Y-Yes, sir.

I guess you know
you can be arrested for this.

- Federal offense, stoppin' a mail train.
- Yeah, we know. Go on. Go on.

I'm goin'. I'm goin'. Take it easy.

Engineer's gonna be mighty surprised.

Mail ain't stopped here
in the ten years it's been runnin'.

Keep swingin', brother. Keep swingin'.

Y-Yes, sir.

- Hey, what's the trouble?
- What's the mat--

Holy smoke. It's a holdup.

It ain't a holdup.
We just wanna ride with you.

Get goin'. Don't stop till you get
to Kansas City, no matter what.

Get in the cab with him, Clem.

Hold her open, brother.
I'm comin' in with you.

Sorry, miss, but there ain't no reason.

But there is a reason, a good reason.

Frank James is liable
to come in any day now,

and when he does,
you'll hear the truth from his own lips.

I see.
So you want us to hold up the hanging

while Frank is out murdering another man.

No. I want you to wait,
to keep from murdering a man.

Pinky's not guilty.
I know it, and I think you know it too.

What harm would there be in postponing?

What for? To give Frank James
a chance to raise a gang

and raid the jail like he did once before?

That's it! That's what the scheme is,
and you're part of it!

You're a fool, McCoy,
and a dad-blasted liar!

Now, now, Major.

A liar and a sneaky little coward to boot.

You couldn't get at Frank,
so you're striking at him

through his poor helpless Negro boy.

You and your perjured witnesses
and this weak-kneed--

There's nothing to be done here.

Why, for two cents I'd take you out
and shoot you down like a dog,

you dad-blasted Yankee scum!

I couldn't stay.

In an hour it'll all be over,

and I want to be as far away as I can.

- I understand, my dear, and I'm sorry.
- It's all right, Major.

You've been very kind,
but I'll never understand your people.

No, you'd have to live among us
a long time to do that.

Now, don't think too badly of Frank,
because he--

He and I and all of us around here--

Well, we've been brought up to right
our own wrongs, regardless of everything.

And what about the wrong being done Pinky?

If you ever see Frank James again, tell
him I think he's low and contemptible.

Only a selfish brute
would let an innocent man die.

Well, good-bye, Major, and--

- Good-bye, my dear.
- Thank you again.

Frank! Did you get him?

- No.
- Oh, the dirty rotten coward!

- I knew you'd come.
- Did you?

Yes. Behind all my doubts,
there was always a feeling that--

Put 'em up, Frank, and keep 'em up.

I see you finally
got out of that closet all right.

Oh, yes. And now let's see you get out
of a rope around your neck. Put 'em on.

Goin' to an awful lot of bother,
ain't you?

Oh, no bother. It's a pleasure.

A real pleasure.

Uh, where's that young friend of yours?

Hidin' out,
but I just can't remember where.

I see.

All right, get along.

Frank?

Good morning, Miss Stone. I--

Oh, I'm sorry, miss,
but this table is reserved for reporters.

But I am a reporter.
I represent the Denver Star.

Denver Star?

- Mr. Runyan.
- Thank you, sir. Ah, good luck.

This case?

'Tain't too late, Frank,
if you want to get another lawyer.

I haven't practiced in nigh unto 20 years,

not since I took over the Gazette,
and I may be a mite rusty.

Ah, rusty or not, you can do
as much for me as any other lawyer,

and I reckon
that ain't hardly anything at all.

Maybe so, maybe so. But we ain't quittin'.

McCoy and that gosh-dinged
Yankee prosecutor of his

will be breathin' mighty heavy
before I'm through with them.

Order in the court! Order in the court!

Everybody stand.

Court is now in session. Hear ye--

That ain't the regular judge, is it?

No, that's Ferris.
They brought him on from St. Louis.

- Just to make sure, huh?
- Uh-huh.

...is now in session. Be seated.

Your Honor, the case on the docket
is number 4358.

State of Missouri v. Frank James.

You may proceed.

Not only did he rob the express office,

but we will prove beyond
the slightest peradventure of a doubt

that the defendant, Frank James,

in keeping
with his long, murderous career--

I object! The defendant's not on trial
in this court for a long, murderous career

any more than the prosecuting attorney
is charged

with being in the pay
of the St. Louis Midland Railway.

I resent the innuendo!

Then stick to the charges
in the indictment!

- I'm not asking you, sir, what--
- Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

Gentlemen!

Now, gentlemen,
I propose to have this trial conducted

in a quiet and orderly manner.

The prosecutor will confine himself
to the matter contained in the true bill.

And you, sir,
will refrain from personalities.

The jury will ignore
the exchange between counsel.

We are not concerned with crimes other
than those mentioned in the indictment.

And we certainly are not concerned

with the railroad associations
of the prosecuting attorney.

I object, Your Honor.
There have been no associations.

I am not aware that I have said
there were. You may proceed.

The State will prove

that not only did the defendant
rob the express office,

but also that he shot down the watchman,
Wilson, in cold blood.

The State calls its first witness,
Sheriff Daniels.

Sheriff Daniels.

You say Frank James
admitted robbing the express office.

Yes, he did, and before witnesses.

I didn't ask you before whom.
You just answer my questions.

That'll be enough of a strain
on that giant intellect of yours.

Did Frank James
also admit killing the watchman?

No.

- He denied it.
- Yes.

He said Dan was killed
by a shot from the outside.

- How long you been sheriff?
- Two years.

Before that, what'd you do?

I object, Your Honor!

What possible bearing can
the former occupation of the witness

have on this trial?

I see no objection to the question.
You may answer it.

I was in charge of... special police.

Who for?

St. Louis Midland Railway.

Louder! And speak to the jury.

- St. Louis Midland Railway.
- That's all.

Your Honor, I must take exception
to this line of questioning.

My learned opponent, in his desperation,

is trying to make it appear
that the railroad company

and not the state of Missouri
is prosecuting this defendant.

- The court is under no deception.
- Oh, of that I'm quite certain.

But that there be no doubt
in the minds of the jury,

I'm about to produce five witnesses--

none of whom is connected
even remotely with the Midland--

who were present
when Frank James confessed.

'Tain't necessary.

We admit Frank James
robbed the express office.

- That's the case.
- Yep.

Thought the major would talk
about duress or something.

- Or at least make the State prove it.
- Why, certainly.

- What are you doing here?
- I had to come.

Anyhow, there ain't no sense in me
hidin' out. Nobody's worryin' about me.

- How's it goin' in there?
- Not so well.

Suppose it'd do Frank any good if I was
to tell them the robbery was my idea?

No. No, there's nothing you
or I or anybody can do.

We've just got to wait and hope.

Yeah? Well, we wouldn't be doin'
no hopin' or waitin' if it wasn't for you.

Why didn't you leave Frank alone?
What'd you have to keep after him for?

If you hadn't stuck your nose in it,

we'd have got Bob Ford
and nobody'd got Frank.

Now, on account of you,
they're gonna hang him.

Raise your right hand,
place your left hand on the Bible.

Do you swear to tell the truth, and
nothing but the truth, so help you God?

- I do.
- Sit down.

- You're Frank James?
- No doubt about that.

Why are you here?

- Why?
- Yeah. You weren't captured.

You weren't brought in
on a fugitive warrant.

- I come in.
- In other words, you're here voluntarily?

As far as the State's concerned,
you might still be at large.

I object. That is a conclusion!

Objection sustained.

The witness
will not be asked to speculate.

You may proceed.

You came in voluntarily. Why?

Well, they was aimin' to swing Pinky
for somethin' he didn't do--

something he didn't even know
anything about-- so I figured that--

So you figured you'd risk your own neck
to save the life

of a poor, innocent old darky.

Your Honor, I must protest!
I must protest, Your Honor.

The witness isn't being asked
to give testimony.

He's being led into argument.

The point is well-taken,
but when a man is on trial for his life,

the court is inclined
to give wide latitude to the defense.

Now take it easy, Major.

You'll have plenty of opportunity
to make arguments.

- You needn't do it through the witness.
- I stand rebuked, Your Honor.

You did rob
the express office, didn't you?

- Reckon I did.
- Mm-hmm. What'd you do with the money?

- Used it huntin' the Fords.
- No other purpose?

No. It was McCoy money got Jesse
murdered, so I took McCoy money.

- Your Honor!
- Major, I want to be fair with you.

In fact, I've been leaning over backwards
to be fair, but--

It's all right, Your Honor.
I'm finished with the witness.

McCoy can have him. I-I--

I mean-- I mean, uh-- I mean McCoy's man.
No, no, no, doggone it.

I-- I mean the prosecuting attorney.

I'm-- I'm sorry, Your Honor,
but my tongue got twisted.

You say you didn't kill
the watchman, Wilson.

I had no reason.

- Do you always need a reason for killing?
- Don't you?

I'm not on trial.

Your accomplice could've shot Wilson,
couldn't he?

- Yeah, could have.
- Ah.

But he didn't.
Shot from the outside got Wilson.

I suggest that you caused the death
of the watchman

either directly or by using him
as a shield in making your escape.

Can't arrest you for suggestin',
but 'tain't so.

Tell me, just where was the watchman,
Wilson, when he was hit?

Well, let me see. I think he--

Never mind what you think.
Where was he?

Sorry. I can't talk without thinkin',
not bein' a lawyer.

Your name is Breckenridge Jackson?

- Colonel Breckenridge Jackson, sir.
- Well, Colonel/i>/ Jackson.

You say that you've known
Frank James for many years.

- Are you doubtin' my word, sir?
- I merely asked you a question, sir.

I answered for my friend, the major,

and you, sir,
were in the room at the same time.

- Are you deef?
- My hearing is perfectly good.

Very well.

Then I advise you, sir, to pay attention
to what's goin' on in this here courtroom.

Please answer all questions put to you,
directly and without discussion.

- As a character witness--
- I shall do as you wish, sir.

There's no favor I can refuse the man who
led the courageous attack at Ball's Bluff.

- All right, all right, but let's get on.
- Very well, sir.

What do you want to know, Yankee?

Now, Colonel--

When did you first meet Frank James?

As a boy of 14 or 15,
when he first joined up.

You mean when he joined
Quantrill's guerrillas?

Guerrillas?

Did I hear you say guerrillas?

I believe
they're generally known as such.

Only to those
who cravenly fled before them.

The finest cavalry in war, sir.
The flower of Southern horse.

- Why, at the battle of Three Oaks--
- Come, come, come.

Let's get on with the trial.

Am I to tolerate insults to the South?

Well, I don't feel insulted.
The next question.

I did have a number of questions
to ask this witness, Your Honor,

but rather than refight
the entire rebellion--

Rebellion, did you say, sir?

If you are, by any chance referring to the
late unpleasantness between the States,

that, sir, was a war
for the Southern Confederacy.

That isn't what they call it
where I come from.

Well, that's what this court calls it,
and let the record so show.

- You may proceed.
- State rests.

Yankee.

As to the robbery itself,
I need say nothing.

Frank James admits
that with an unknown accomplice,

he broke into the express office,

cracked open the strongbox,
and escaped with the contents.

May I assume that even
my learned opponent will agree

that breaking into a place
and robbing it is a punishable offense.

Go on, talk to the jury.
They have to listen to you.

But Frank James' crime
did not end with robbery.

There was murder as well--

foul, bloody murder,

murder that cries aloud
for justice against its perpetrator.

Frank James killed the watchman, Wilson.

And you, as honest men,

will see that he pays for his crime
at the end of a rope.

It's all my fault.

I wouldn't feel that way about it
if I was you.

After all, you only did
what you thought was right.

When I talked to Frank in Denver,

I was thinking only of an innocent man
condemned to death.

I didn't think that perhaps
I was sending Frank to his death.

What business was it of mine?

Now listen,
Frank's not going to his death.

Ten years, I figure, maybe 15.

If I only hadn't persuaded him.

My dear, I'm afraid you're overcalculatin'
your powers of persuasion.

You figure it was your persuasion
that made him come in, don't you, huh?

Well, you're mistaken.

He'd have come in and when he did,
even if he'd never met you.

You're saying that to make feel better.

No, no, no. I'm not.
I'm saying it because it's the truth.

Frank would never have let Pinky die.

You see, I--
I know him better than you do.

Well, it's time
to be gettin' back to court.

Come along. You see, I think--

Frank had only one thought:

to avenge the cowardly murder
of his brother Jesse.

But to get on the track of the Fords
he needed money, and he had none.

You boys know how rich you get
workin' a rocky Ozark farm.

So, in desperation, and only as
a last resort, did Frank turn to robbery.

But let us see.

Did he rob a bank containing
the thrifty savings of the poor? No.

Did he rob an honest shopkeeper? No.

He took money from the railroad,

the railroad that had caused the death
of his mother and his brother.

The railroad that stole your lands and
drove you from your farms, the railroad--

I object!

Your objection is well-taken.

Now let me remind you, Major, again.

The St. Louis Midland
is not on trial in this court.

I'm sorry, Your Honor.

Now just try and forget
what I said about the railroad.

And there is no evidence whatsoever
that Wilson, the night watchman,

was killed by a bullet from a .44.

There is more than a reasonable doubt
about it

since even the autopsy surgeon himself
couldn't tell.

Now, this is the weapon Frank James
had when he surrendered

and the weapon he has always carried.

I know 'cause I gave it to him myself
the day he went to join Quantrill.

You see the initials on it-- F.J.--
and the date. Here. See here. Here.

This is very irregular, Your Honor.
The evidence is in.

Let him proceed.

Your Honor.

This weapon of Frank's
has a very interesting history.

Yes, sir, right from the start.

Its first bullets were fired
at those dad-blasted Kansas jayhawkers

when they come a-raidin' here.

You remember that, don't you, Ira?

Next, this weapon was used
on the sneakin', thievin' Yankees

that burned Hickoryville.

Saved your barn and your horses, eh, Luke?

What are we trying here,
Frank James or his gun?

This is also the weapon that stampeded
the blasted blue-bellies at Three Oaks

and cleared Clay County forever
of the pesky invaders.

Now tell them how many innocent men
that gun laid low.

There is no innocent blood on this weapon.

I'm proud of every bullet fired from it.
This weapon--

I-- I'm sorry, Your Honor. I--
I didn't know it was loaded.

Perhaps your client didn't either
when he fired at the watchman.

And if the jury believe that any witness
has willfully sworn falsely

to any material fact,

the jury is at liberty to discard

and disregard the testimony
of such witness.

And in determining
the credibility of any witness,

the jury may take into consideration
his or her moral character

as disclosed by the evidence
developed at the trial.

And if on account
of his or her moral turpitude

or other criminal acts, if any,

the jury regard him or her
as untrustworthy of belief,

they are at liberty to disregard
and reject the whole of such testimony,

although a part of his other testimony

may be corroborated
by other evidence in the case.

- Fifth--
- What's he doing here?

The jury is instructed
that by the statutes of--

- What's he doing here?
- Guess he wants to be in at the kill.

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.

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.

- 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, Frank James,
not guilty of anything.

We licked them, the dad-blasted Yankees!
We licked them!

Let go of him, 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—

Bob Ford! They got him! They got him!

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?
- He's coming.

- Frank?
- Yeah?

I guess you and Pinky
can take care of the farm.

No, we can't, Clem. We gotta 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.

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

That's the other one, Jesse.

In granting a full pardon
to Frank James...

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.

THE END