Jesse James Page #2

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Uncle Rufe! Uncle Rufe!

What we gotta do is chip in some money -

whatever we can afford -

and send down to St Louis for a lawyer.

We bought our land, built our homes

and raised our crops.

If we give 'em up,

we got a right to a fair price.

You're right.

- We don't want any trouble, Jesse.

- Not unless they start it, Ma.

We need somebody that knows the law

to tell us how to protect our rights.

- Jesse's right. We need a lawyer.

- Jesse! Frank!

Jesse! Frank!

Jesse! Frank!

You boys must get outta here. They got

a warrant and they're headed here now.

You got to skip out.

I told Pinkie to get your horses ready.

- Nobody going to arrest me.

- I ain't gonna run.

- Now, listen...

- Listen to the major, Frank.

You ain't got a chance. The St Louis Midland's

got this whole state hogtied.

They got the police, the courts, everything.

A trial now would be ajoke.

The railroad has too much at stake

to let two farmer boys bollix things up.

- We can defend ourselves.

- Jesse...

- Well, sure, Ma.

- Do what the major says. He's right.

You just gotta hide out till I can get the

governor or somebody to give you a fair trial.

- If we run away...

- Jesse, please go like the major says.

If you don't, it'll mean trouble.

I couldn't stand it. I'm not well enough.

- Massa Frank.

- Please go.

The horses are ready at the back gate.

All right, Ma, if it makes you feel better.

- Be awful careful, son.

- Don't worry, Ma.

- Take care of him, Frank.

- Yes, Ma.

- Bye, Jesse.

- Bye, Frank.

- Goodbye, Ma.

- Pinkie'll know where we are.

Pinkie...

Yes, I knows where it is.

Be careful, boys. Be careful.

Now, ladies, you all

go down the road a piece and wait.

There's apt to be a fracas here.

Just let us men handle it.

Step along. Just get right down there.

Now, men, listen to me.

Let me do all the talkin'.

Yes, Major.

Here they come.

Evening, gentlemen.

- Where's the James boys?

- We got a warrant.

They're gone. And if you want to know

who got 'em away, 'twas me!

- Easy, Major.

- Get out of the way.

Just a minute, Mr Barshee.

You have my word for it, the boys are gone.

Your word...

Come out, Frank and Jesse James,

or we'll pull you out.

Their mother's sick in bed and her heart

won't stand you mules in the house.

- Are you gonna let him make a fool of you?

- He says they ain't there.

- They ain't!

- I can find that out.

Lynch! Bring me that mushmelon.

Major!

He's tellin' the truth.

If you ain't out of there in one minute,

I'll blow you out.

Do you think I'm lyin'?

Major! They can come in. Let 'em...

- Look! There's somebody in there.

- It's their mother, I tell you.

There's no use. She's dead.

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