Jesse James Page #3

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This is bad. Mighty bad.

I'm sure sorry.

Well, I'm sorry too.

I wasn't talkin' about her. She's gone.

It's you I'm sorry for.

Zee!

Frank!

- Frank!

- Yeah?

- It's Zee.

- Zee?

- I can hardly believe my eyes.

- Zee!

- Frank.

- How are you, Zee?

- I've worried so about you all.

- About us?

How's everybody?

How's everything at home? How's Ma?

Jesse...

Ma? What happened?

Barshee...

You mean she's dead?

Oh, Jesse...

Well, let's go.

Bye, honey.

- Jesse, don't you go.

- I've got to.

Oh, no, Jesse. Please.

I can't help it, Zee. I just got to.

- Let Frank.

- Sorry, honey.

Frank, make him.

- Take care of her.

- What about me?

I'm the one he did it to, cos I shot him.

Go ahead. If you don't get him, I will.

It might be a long time

before I see you, Zee.

I can wait.

- Goodbye, honey.

- Goodbye, Jesse.

Just keep anybody

from bothering me, that's all.

Boys, the dust speaks for itself.

I'm used to it.

Keep your hands in sight.

Bartender, count three and duck.

Yes, sir.

Wait a minute, Jesse.

It was an accident, I swear it was.

Count.

No, no. I can explain it.

I didn't know she was there, I swear it.

Keep your hands in sight. One.

No. No! Jesse!

Two.

Now stand still.

One, two, three, four, five.

- Thank you, gentlemen.

- All aboard!

All aboard!

Hands up!

Keep right on driving until I tell you to stop.

- What are you aiming to do, pardner?

- I ain't aiming to do nothin'.

- I'm doin' it. I'm holdin' up this train.

- The whole train?

Slack up at this next curve. Stop herjust this

side of that clump of trees around the bend.

It's your funeral, pardner.

Unhitch it.

If you don't know what this is, folks,

it's a hold-up.

Stay in your seats!

Keep your hands in sight.

And the gent who throwed his pocketbook in

the spittoon will kindly take it out and wipe it.

- No jewellery, folks. Just cash.

- That's every cent I've got.

You shouldn't ride on

the St Louis Midland Railroad.

No jewellery, thank you just the same.

That's very nice, sir.

A fine-lookin' pocketbook.

Thank you, lady. Don't forget to sue

the railroad for all you give us,

cos it's responsible.

Thank you very kindly, sir.

Just drop it in the sack and nobody'll get hurt.

Thank you, brother.

Have your wallets ready.

Thank you, brother. Don't take all day.

- Sit down.

- Thank you, sir. Thank you kindly.

- You'll hear about this.

- No back talk. Thank you, brother.

Everybody sit quiet and nobody'll get hurt.

Let's go. Lights out.

Then he stuck a pistol

as big as a cannon right there

and says, "Brother, we want that mail safe."

Where was the protection we're entitled to?

Where was the law?

Just a minute, cap. I'm the law in Liberty.

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