The Return of Frank James

[Birds Chirping]

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?

Well, seein' as I been calling you Mr. Frank

ever since you were knee-high to nothin'...

ain't no harm in callin' you Mr. Frank

when ain't nobody around here, is there?

Except that one day you're gonna forget

and bawl out Mr. Frank when folks is around.

Pinky, FrankJames 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. FrankJames

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

gotJesse. 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.

- [Hammer Clicks]

- 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.

WhateverJesse 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.

[Singsong] 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?

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