The Life and Times of Judge Roy Bean Page #3

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- Judge?

Can I be the bartender?

I've had my fill of being shot at for money.

What about that part about Miss Langtry?

That's the most beautiful woman

I ever seen in all my born days.

By the power vested in me...

through God and the great and honorable

State of Texas...

I hereby proclaim you

to be marshals of the court...

of the county of Greater Vinegarroon.

- For Texas and Miss Lillie!

- For Texas and Miss Lillie!

The whole thing was a mistake.

Why, I was framed from the start.

Set up by this two-bit vigilante judge

and his lynch mob.

They had nothing better to do.

Besides, I was easy to catch.

This here is Sam Dodd, Judge.

Genuine murderer.

- Who'd he kill?

- Chinaman and his greaser wife.

- Stole a fruit jar full of money.

- How much?

Close to $90.

$90?

That's a serious crime, son.

Where's the evidence?

We buried the victims

no more than an hour after he done it.

Get down off that horse!

I don't cotton to looking up

to the likes of you.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Court of Vinegarroon is in session.

There'll be no drinking.

Judge Roy Bean presiding.

Do you have anything to say

before we find you guilty?

I'm not guilty of nothing.

There's no crime that I've done wrong.

Do you deny the killing?

I do not deny it.

But there's no place in that book where

it says nothing about killing a Chinese.

And no one I know

ever heard a law on greasers...

n*ggers, or Injuns.

All men stand equal before the law.

And I will hang a man for killing anyone,

including Chinks, greasers, or n*ggers!

I'm very advanced in my views

and outspoken.

But there's no place in that book that...

Trust in my judgment of the book.

Besides, you'll hang

no matter what it says...

'cause I am the law.

The law is the handmaiden of justice.

Get a rope.

Let's go, Sam Dodd.

I want to say something.

Don't I get to say nothing?

By all means.

I want to say that I still believe

this whole thing is a mistake...

and that I am no worse,

and probably better...

than the men

who are about to end my days.

Well spoken, son. That's enough.

It was wrong to do this to me

for the crimes mentioned...

but I'd also killed white men

and stole their horses.

So I figured that

that's what I was being hung for.

My only concern was that

that rope be tied properly...

and the whole thing done right.

It was.

Verily, it has come to pass

that the wicked, outlaws, et cetera...

are going to have their teeth

blunted like lions...

with their necks stretched and broken.

This is the fate of the wicked.

And all this has come to pass

'cause it is the duty of the righteous...

which is us,

to hang the wicked whenever we can.

So that a man can say truly...

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