"Good morning, Emmett." "Mr. Wilson." "Don't tell me about painters." "I guess I've hired me a few painters..." "Excuse me." "Emma"?" "Bittercreek." "Emmett, well how ya doing boy?" "What's it been, 40 years?" "Well you're looking real good I..." "What, are you crazy?" "You want me?" "I'm right here." "Come on." "Make your move, come on" "Hold it right there." "What's the big idea?" "Put those things away." "Are the two a ya's out of your mind?" "Give me those things." "You want this piece sonny?" "Yes." "Come on." "Listen, I don't wanna have any trouble with the two of you." "Now let me have a word with you." "Why don't you guys just put those things down, okay, and I think I can straighten this out." "Just come on." "All I can say is you guys are lucky that I've got friends on the force." "I mean people don't go around pulling guns on each other in downtown Hollywood." "Roy, could you bring a bottle over to the table?" "Well, I still don't understand." "What was you doing out there?" "I don't know." "I guess I didn't even wanna admit it to myself." "Just seemed like Bittercreek ..." "I mean you and Billy and the boys, if you would a been there" "I mean we could of shot our way out." "We was going and" "Grat was on his way out west." "What are you talking about?" "What we're talking about is Coffeyville." "Tell me you ain't never heard a Coffeyville, Kansas." "Yeah, Coffeyville sure." "Isn't that where Jesse James was..." "Jesse James?" "No, you lamebrain." "That's where Emmett Dalton here and his fool brothers..." "Now wait a minute." "You just stay out of Grat and Bobs business." "You know better than that." "I still say it was a damn fool stunt to try and rob two banks on the same day." "Coffeyville, when?" "Ninety-two," "Why?" "'Cause it'll make a great story that's why." "The last gasp of the wild and wooly west drawn on the streets of Hollywood in 1934." "Gentlemen, my paper would be honored to publish it." "Honored?" "Now wait a minute." "Are you telling me you wanna write it up?" "Yeah." "Well what do you think, Bittercreek?" "Well looks like we're provisioned here for a while." "Guess it can't hurt." "Guess not." "Well I guess it all began right back there in Coffeyville" "Same place it all ended." "On that little farm where we was raised." "Pa, Pa," "come on Grat hurry up." "Right there." "Girls come here." "Mary, Nora." "BOYS, you boys stay PU!" "Ya hear me?" "We gotta be on our way soon might get us some water, take a little bit of rest here." "And your family?" "There all fine." "What's your name boy?" "Bob Dalton." "And what are you staring at Bob Dalton?" "That's some big six-shooter you got there mister." "It is?" "You like that?" "Yeah." "What's your name?" "Emmett Dalton." "This is my brother Grat." "You wanna try your hand at that, Emmett?" "Careful now." "Yeah, you got a feel for it." "Look who's coming up the road." "You better let me have that back now, son." "Hello, Pa." "Hello, son." "You ain't been trailing us, have you Frank." "Nope, but you and the boys better be moving on fast before fore I figure" "I have to do something." "Well I wouldn't expect anything different from ya Frank, kin or no kin." "So long, Horace." "So long." "Where ya heading?" "I'm gonna get outta Franks way, head up north." "North?" "Yeah, Minnesota." "A place called Northfield." "Now you give my regards to Adeline, will ya?" "So long, Frank." "Who were those men, Pa?" "Who were they?" "Well I'll tell you who they were." "Those are your cousins that's who they are, that's Jesse James and his brother Frank, and the third one, that's Cole Younger." "Needless to say, it was strong medicine for boys our age to learn we was blood kin to an outlaw legend." "You see, for better of for worse, it gave a sense of pride." "Us boys needed all the pride we could get 'cause the Daltons never stood too tall in Coffeyville." "Nesters, poor white trash, that's what we were." "Of course, the company we was keeping might a had something to do with that, too." "First there was ole Bittercreek Newcombe there." "His real name was George although he don'!" "Much like to be called that." "It's a time he was wanted for killing a horse trainer down in Waco, but we kept him around anyway 'cause he's so musically inclined." "And then there was Billy Doolin, son of an Arkansas sharecropper, and one of the steadiest guns of the bunch." "He always had ambitions of leading the gang himself, but as long as brother Bob was around, well old Billy just kinda had to accept the fact that he'd have to take a backseat." "And then there was ole blackface Charlie Bride." "Got his nickname after his shotgun blew up in his face when he was a boy." "I guess that's what made him so mean, and Texas Jack Broadwell and his partner, Willy Powers." "Couldn't say them two had much in common except taste for liquor and a good fight, but we couldn't separate them with dynamite." "Last but not least, there was Hugh McElennie" "Texas boy who could shave a man's eyebrows with one swipe of that big knife he always carried." "I guess maybe it wasn't just coincidence the way trouble always seemed to follow us around, and top of everything else," "Pa wasn't doing much himself to elevate the family name." "Quit the racket and buy yourself a drink." "Well thank you, friend." "I forgot to mention, old man." "You've got to say, please." "Please." "You just put it down, Pa." "Put it down 'cause this fella here, he's gonna pick that quarter up and hand it to ya himself." "Make me, big man." "Well I'd be real happy to mister." "No, no, big fella." "This way." "Excuse me, this here ain't a fair fight." "I mean Grat there is just a big ole healthy country boy." "He ain't no gunfighter." "Of course, now" "I ain't either but" "I would be more than happy to oblige ya." "You guys crazy or what?" "Like he said, it ain't fair." "Now what were you saying, son?" "What, are you deaf?" "I said it ain't fair." "You know, the boy's got a point." "It ain't fair." "Just look how much bigger, a target he is than you." "You got any ideas Clay?" "Yeah, I got an idea." "This is what we'll do." "There, now anything outside them chalk marks don't count." "Okay, let's go." "You boys better put your guns down." "Well Bob I thought you'd never get here." "Well big brother, you gonna introduce me to your friend here?" "He ain't no friend, Bob." "He was funning Pa." "Let me take him Bob." "Emma", he's mine." "Why do you wanna kill my brother, mister?" "Most folks like him." "Come on Bob, I can take him." "I know you can, Grat." "I know you can." "It's like the man said, it ain't fair." "Look at how much bigger you are than he is." "Tell ya what I'm gonna do." "I'm gonna give you and your friends a chance to walk out." "Or?" "Or, try me." "Make your move." "All right, everybody you can go home now." "All right, Clint, what happened here?" "Bob got himself into a gunfight, killed a man." "Don't get me wrong now." "It was a fair fight." "The other fella had it coming." "That ain't the point, Frank." "Something like this happens every time them brothers of yours come into town wearing guns." "You want me to lock 'em up?" "Not this time." "I'm warning you, Frank." "The town's getting mighty fed up with those three." "Yeah." "Howdy, Frank." "All right, boys, let's do some talking." "Come on, Frank." "The guy was a gunfighter." "He was fixing to draw on Grat." "I don't care." "It was wrong." "I don't care." "You've been told to keep those guns at home." "And if you had, it wouldn't a happened." "Now you're starting to get a reputation." "And if Judge Parker gets wind of it then..." "I don't care if he does." "Well I do." "Frank, it is true" "Grat, he was just standing up for me." "It's okay, Pa." "I understand." "Now look, Ma expects you, Emmett, and Grat to follow in my footsteps, and I don't intend to see her disappointed so from now on stay out of the saloons." "And you're gonna stay away from these thieving bunch a no good drunks you call your friends." "Now hold up there, Frank." "Hey wait a second." "Shut up, Willy." "He didn't mean it, Frank." "Alright now take Pop home, and get him to bed." "I was just taking up for him, Frank." "It's all right." "Get Dad home okay." "Are you coming home with us, Frank?" "Nope." "Charlie Montgomery is running a whiskey camp down in the Arkansas, and the Judge has got him measured for a pine box." "Now you boys remember what I said." "Good luck to ya, Frank." "But things didn't turn out quite the way Frank expected." "It's a sad duty we perform this morning as we gather to commit to the earth the last mortal remains of Frank Dalton." "A sadder duty yet because Frank Dalton cut down untimely at the age of 42." "With many good years yet to be lived, wore a badge, a lawman who had earned the respect of every member of the community." "A stouthearted friend, loyal and true, but he was more than a lawman." "He was a Christian who remembered his people." "Just this morning Adeline Dalton told me that Frank would never let a month go by without sending a few dollars to help see the family through." "A family less blessed with material goods than many member of our prosperous community." "A family who at Christmas and at Thanksgiving was able to receive with thanks the wages of..." "Hey, it's the judge." "A family who at Christmas and at Thanksgiving..." "Ms. Dalton, I'll ask you to forgive my tardiness on such a sad occasion" "I'd like also to tell ya that Frank was the closest thing to a son" "I'll ever have." "Thank you, Judge Parker." "Carry right on and excuse my imprudence." "Thank you, Judge Parker." "It's an honor to have you here, sir." "Frank Dalton was a man who knew the fear of God." "He set an example for this community that many within the circle of his own family might follow." "It's your late brothers repeated wish that I accept you three boys into the court at Ft Smith so that you might follow in his proud footsteps." "However," "I've hesitated until now because of the persistent rumor of your rowdy behavior, of your gambling, your drinking, your womanizing, and your raising hell in general." "However in respect to Frank's memory," "I've decided to give you boys that opportunity." "Well?" "Much obliged, Judge." "Thank you." "Now raise your right hands." "You swear to uphold the laws of this territory and the Constitution of the United States so help you God?" "Sure do." "Well for better or worse you're now Parker men, which means that you'll receive" "$25.00 a month salary minus whatever funeral expenses you have for any man that you might kill in the line of duty." "That's to discourage the indiscriminate shooting of citizens." "The wearing of that badge means a good deal more than just a generous wage." "It means that you're now a part of the cutting edge of the awesome sword of the law." "Stand up tall, hold your heads proud, and keep your weapons prime." "Watch your back trail." "Good day." "And so the three of us were baptized into a calling." "Deputies to the court of hanging Judge Isaac Parker, and the first thing we vowed was to run down our brother Frank's killer and blow him to kingdom come." "Yeah." "Mr. Montgomery?" "Mr. Montgomery, I got a dozen roses for ya." "Slip 'em under the door." "Sorry, lady." "Come on get down on the street." "Get outta here, boy." "I'm taking your horse." "Mr. Montgomery." "Come sir you are under arrest." "Fine shooting, Mr. Smith." "Fine shooting indeed." "Hey, who are ya anyway'?" "Name's Smith," "Will Smith, Chief of Detectives," "California Pacific Railroad operating under personal authority and direction of Mr. Leland Sanford." "Now the question is, who are you?" "Deputy Marshall, Bob Dalton." "Judge Parkers court Ft Smith." "Now why did you shoot that man?" "Well, Deputy, I shot the man primarily because he was shooting at me." "Yeah, what are you doing here if you work for the California line?" "That, if I'm not mistaken, in life went by the name of Charles Montgomery." "Yeah." "And this is a warrant for his arrest." "Train robbery." "Train robbery?" "Correct gentlemen, so you may deliver the remains to your Judge Parker, compliments of the" "California Pacific Railroad." "Come along, Sims." "Bears repeating, Mr. Smith." "Mighty fine shooting." "Well I guess some folks would call it destiny the way Will Smith was to keep crossing our trail from then on, but me, I always just laid on damn poor luck." "That man was nothing better than a bad penny." "We oughta do something about him." "Oughta pick him up or something." "Just can't let him lay here in the street." "Hey, Bob, do you know what I wanna do?" "Yeah, I know what you wanna do." "You wanna get drunk." "That's all you ever wanna do." "Well we can't 'cause we ain't got any money." "Yeah, that's 'cause we ain't had any wages in three months." "With Charlie Montgomery disposed of, me and Bob we had to get down to some serious lawin'." "It wasn't long before we came up with a case of bonafide wrongdoing or so we thought." "Listen, here's what I want you to do," "I want you and Grat to go..." "Where's Grat?" "Grat?" "Alright boys, you're all under arrest." "Now drop the gun belts." "I'm serious drop 'em." "Mack, put the knife back." "Blackface, don't even think about it." "Grat, will you get over here?" "Sorry, Billy." "Bittercreek, that means you too." "Drop it." "I won't." "What'd you say?" "I said I won't." "You want this Colt?" "Come on ahead and take it." "Come on." "Come on, George." "Don't call me George." "I told you before, Bob." "My name is Bittercreek." "All right Bittercreek, now look." "I sot my gun out." "Why you wanna make me go and shoot ya?" "Principle!" "Now I'm telling you, if friendship don't mean anything to you, go on ahead and put a hole in me." "Now wait a minute." "Wait a minute here." "Bob, when we heard that you was working for Judge Parker, we all thought it was a joke, ain't this carrying it a might too far after all it is Christmas." "No, it don't make any difference whether it's Christmas or not." "You're horse thieves." "Horse thieves." "Ain't stealing no horses." "Well what makes you say that?" "Nothing, Billy." "Nothing at all." "Just that bunch a horses out back you and Bittercreek and the boys here stole off ole clubfoot, Sam Whipple." "Hey now, those aren't our horses." "I don't know whose..." "All right, all right," "I'll admit we stole 'em, but do you know where Sam got 'em from?" "Billy, it doesn't make any difference where Sam got 'em from." "All right, well I'll tell ya what we're gonna do." "We'll just get rid of them horses and forget about it, and no hard feelings." "Get rid of the horses?" "That's right." "We'll just take 'em on back to Springs like we planned on and sell 'em, and we'll just divide up the proceeds." "You gonna cut us in on it, Billy?" "That's right, Em." "Now let's see, $25.00 a head and 8 goes into..." "Yeah, that's $60.00, $60.00, Bob." "That's right, Em." "$60.00." "Well what do you say, Bob?" "You buying?" "Good morning, ladies." "How are ya?" "What can I do for ya?" "Well, ma'am, we just thought we might be able do a mighta business with ya." "15 dollars a head Mr. Doolin." "Take it or move it along." "My time is valuable if yours isn't." "15 dollars, 15 dollars?" "Well, Ms. Flo." "Virginia Wade was her Christian name, and she started off as a schoolteacher." "But by the time we came across her, she was calling herself Flo Quick and was operating one of the fanciest houses west of the Mississippi, and branching out into the horse market." "Boys, let me handle the little lady." "I thought you didn't want no part of this, Bob." "Well I don't want to Billy guess I can't stand to see things mishandled so bad." "Can't shut me down." "That's blackmail." "No, ma'am." "As Judge Parker would say, that's the law." "Now this establishment you're running here is a shameful outrage of public morals." "No offense, girls." "All my friend wants is a fair price for his animals." "Gotcha $25.00 Mr. Dalton, and they'll take care of ya downstairs." "Thank ya, ma'am." "And don't call me, ma'am." "I'm not a schoolteacher." "My name is Flo." "Flo it is then." "Thank you, Ms. Flo, thank ya." "Excuse me, ladies." "Marshall Dalton," "I wanna talk to ya about something." "Why don't you come back in here and close that door?" "I'll meet ya down there in the bar." "What if I told you that between us we could make a lot of money?" "How's that?" "I can market every horse you bring back here." "Now that's $200.00 a month if you get out and really work at it." "Wait a minute." "See that thing on your chest?" "That gives you the right to go any place in this territory without anybody asking any questions." "We split the profits right down the middle." "Now how does that sound to you?" "Well, Bob," "I'd like you to explain something to me." "Why does it have to be called the Dalton Gang?" "Would you explain that to me, please?" "It's simple, Billy." "Gangs is always called after the leader like the Jesse and the Youngers." "Well now I don't see no reason why." "Well I can be the leader." "Billy in the first place you don't have any leadership qualities, which I do, and in the second place the Doolin Gang sounds kinda dumb." "I mean what kinda name is Doolin?" "I'll tell ya what." "I think we oughta do this thing democratic, take a vote." "That's right." "Now wait a minute." "Who wants to take a vote?" "Let's take a vote." "Grat, I want you to anybody that votes for Billy." "Hell fire!" "That ain't democratic." "No, Billy, that's just the way it is." "Which is how the Dalton Gang came into being and Bob was sitting where he naturally belonged, right up front leading the parade." "We had some high times that winter in the nations running wild as a pack of coyotes." "Hell, we were all young bloods boiling for excitement, and bullet zinging by just added spice to it all." "Flo Quick was as good as her word." "As many head as we brought in, she sure marketed." "Lord knows where all that horseﬂesh finally ended up and best of all, after a hard days work, man it was some place to relax." "Nobody paid much attention to Bob and Flo, but I guess if anybody stopped and noticed, they'd a realized she sure found what she was looking for." "Leona." "Yep, those were the good times all right, and I guess we were all fool enough to figure they'd go on forever." "But what we didn't count on was a fellow by the name of Archuletta." "Now Archuletta ran a gambling house not too far from Flo's place." "Kind of a hang out for a lot of important folks in the area." "Folks like State Senators and rich cattlemen and old Flo, she warned us that the place was off limits." "You see the way she figured it, it looked suspicious for a bunch of" "$25 a month Deputy Marshals and cowboys to be in there throwing their money around." "Yeah, Flo knew Archuletta 's would be big trouble for us." "As usual, she was right." "All right, where you boys been?" "Well why don't ya tell 'em where we've been, Em?" "Been over at Archuletta's doing a little gambling." "A little gambling." "We're so broke we can't pay attention." "You went where?" "Ms. Flo." "You mean to say you were at Archuletta's after I specifically told you to stay away from that place?" "That's right, we did, and we're about ready to go back there again and get our money back." "Ain't that right boys?" "No you're not." "If you did what I told ya in the first place, you wouldn't have lost your money." "Now you're never to go back there." "Do I make myself clear?" "No arguments." "Now you listen here, sugar." "The boys may be a little wrong, but that's no call to get nasty." "Well I'm going to bed." "Are you coming?" "Well I hate to bring this up, but this here's supposed to be the Dalton Gang, ain't it?" "Damn right it's the Dalton Gang." "Yeah." "That's right." "Come on lookin for that number, let's go come back." "Come on." "Come on let's go, come on now lookin for a six, come on six." "Come on back six let's go." "All right, amigo, just wanna see what ya got in your hand." "Come now I'll just tell you what he's got in his hand." "Four dice is what he's got in his hand." "Alright everybody get em up, get em up now." "All we want is our money and maybe something a little extra for our trouble." "Yeah, like everything in the house." "Cut it up, come on." "Okay, boys, let's go to work." "Let's go." "Move it, Anda le." "Señiors, if you would be good enough to put down your guns," "I will not kill you." "Hey, anything you say, Archuletta." "I mean there's no reason to get out the hardware." "Hell, we hate to think you folks couldn't take a little joke." "Get out of here!" "The horses are out front." "Hold on Bob, Em's been hit." "Close that door." "That's all right, little brother." "It's just a scratch." "You're gonna be fine." "Hey the shooting stopped." "Something's funny." "Bittercreek?" "Well they're still out there, ain't they?" "Yeah they're out there." "There must be a hundred of 'em." "Hombres, listen to me." "I do not wish to kill you." "All I want is the money back." "Money'?" "What money is he talking ... we left the money in there." "Hey, I damn sure wanna kill him." "Therefore, I will give you a chance to surrender." "I will count to ten." "Throw out your guns and come out with your hands up." "I will not harm you." "I wonder what he's up to." "Hey, Bob, maybe this here has something to do with it." "Come here and look at this." "I'm starting to count." "One, two." "So this is why they stopped shooting." "Three." "That's a lotta hot sauce." "Hey boys, give us a hand." "Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten." "All right, Archuletta." "You win." "We're coming out." "Once they are in the clear, cut 'em down." "Madre mos" "To say the least, our visit to Archuletta's had not gone too well." "Early that morning, after Bob patched me up and we all slipped into bed, we didn't know the half of it." "Robert Dalton, you and your disreputable brothers come out here now." "Dalton, would you mind telling me whatever possessed you to try to hold up and rob a no good scoundrel like Archuletta when he's holding markers on half of the important men in this territory?" "I gotta admit, Judge, it was kind of a mistake." "Yeah, but because of that kind of a mistake as you call it," "I've found out about your little operation." "We're ready to leave, Judge." "All right." "Leave?" "What do you mean Judge, you're gonna let us go?" "If any of those bureaucratic nincompoops in Washington found out that 3 of the men that I hired as deputies had to be hung as horse thieves, armed robbery, consorting with women of low repute." "So I'm gonna let you go." "Well I just wanna tell you, Judge, that I think that's mighty nice." "Shut up, you unpardonable imbecile." "I'm gonna repeat it." "I'm gonna let you go, all of ya, but with a warning." "You get out of this territory by sundown tonight." "And if I ever catch you or any one of your worthless friends in my jurisdiction again, then I personally am gonna select the tallest cottonwood tree in the state of Arkansas and on it I'm gonna hang you" "at the first light of dawn till the next full moon." "Do you understand that?" "Let's move 'em out." "You mean you went to Archuletta's after everything I said?" "Now you take it easy, sugar." "All right, girls let's go." "What you talking about?" "You gonna walk out just like that?" "Just like that." "And where you gonna go?" "Oklahoma City." "Oklahoma City?" "Why?" "You got any better ideas?" "Well this whole thing did take me kinda sudden." "That's what I thought." "All right, go on then." "Who needs ya anyway?" "You're welcome to come along if you want." "Well I don't." "Good!" "Well with Flo leaving and the Judge's unfriendly attitude, we were all sort of put at loose ends," "but it didn't take long for old Bob to come up with one of his ideas." "California, yeah, you see us Daltons had important connections out here, and the way Bob figured it, we might as well take advantage of 'em, at least until things cooled off." "We ain't going to California." "Hey, hey, he)'" "Alright you boys, you mount up." "But Billy and the boys didn't exactly go for it that close brush with the gallows, it kinda soured them on Bob's leadership qualities." "Anyway, they had heard there was big money to be made in the silver mines down in New Mexico and that's where they were going." "So there we were just Bob, Grat, and me, the three of us on our own, setting out for California." "Thank you, maestro." "Well rendered indeed." "Ladies and gentlemen and fellow populists, without further ado let me bring on the man y'all come out today to hear." "The next Governor of this State, the honorable, William Marion Dalton." "Pa, sure'd be proud." "Hey, come on, son." "Clap!" "That's my brother up there." "I almost didn't get down here to talk to you good folks today." "You see, I got on one of Mr. Langdon Sanford's" "California Pacific Trains this morning and the conductor, he recognized me." "It shows ya how alert..." "I do not understand that man's appeal." "I simply do not." "Just being anti-rail road can't explain everything." "Plain folks just seem to like him, Mr. Smith." "Not much one can do about it." "Yes." "Well that multitude of plain folks as you so quaintly put it, Mr. Sims, unfortunately does not include Mr. Langdon Sanford, and for that reason we had better damn well think of something to do about it." "Hey, Billy." "Why did you have to pick now to show up?" "I got a chance to pull this thing off." "I got a chance to be next Governor of this state" "Well pardon us." "We thought you'd be glad to see us seeing as how we're your brothers and all." "Look, I am glad to see ya, honest preferred I didn't see them guns." "Mr. Meyers, Mrs. Meyers, nice of you to come." "Thank you." "Would you tell me what you're doing standing there, talking to me, wearing guns?" "Tell me, William, who are your friends?" "Reverend, I'd like to introduce my brothers." "This is Robert," "Grat," "Emmett," "Reverend Williams, and his lovely daughter, Julia." "You're brothers?" "If I'm not mistaken," "I believe you told me your family was in commerce." "And did I say that?" "If these are indeed your brothers, you have the responsibility to make them aware of our weapons ordinance." "Well, Reverend, as a matter of fact," "I was just doing that very thing." "Besides they're just passing through." "Your campaign is off to a good start, William." "I hope nothing happens to it." "Come on, Julia." "Now you see what I mean?" "Now that is a very influential man and you know what he's thinking right now?" "He's thinking my brothers are a bunch of roughnecks and troublemakers." "Us?" "No." "And you, you keep your hands off that girl." "Now that'd fix everything." "Who me?" "What are you talking about, Bill?" "Those men down there were just talking with Dalton, Mr. Sims, the ones wearing side arms." "They are familiar." "You're right, Mr. Smith." "It was Coffeyville, Kansas." "Remember the lawmen?" "If I'm not mistaken, their names were Dalton too." "I'll catch up with you boys later." "Just get rid of the guns and stay out of trouble." "You bet, Bill." "Don't worry about us." "I know you will." "Enjoy your meeting, Bill." "See ya, Bill." "Hey Bill, you know a good saloon?" "Hey, them guys up there, we seen them somewhere before?" "Yeah, that fancy looking fella, he's the one that shot Charlie Montgomery, remember?" "What's he doing here?" "Probably some friend of Bill's." "Give me another load." "I'll try it again." "There you are, friend." "Save your money, Grat." "The sights on the rifle are rigged." "You ain't never gonna hit anything." "I resent that friend, them sights is as true as mothers love." "It's just your brother ain't much of a shot that's all." "Hey friend, are you saying that I can't shoot," "Is that what you're saying," "I'll show ya some shooting." "That's 5 ducks?" "Take them prizes." "Take the dollies." "Lets go." "California, yep, me and Grat were finding it to our liking." "Weather was good and folks were friendly, and of course, there was the preacher-'s daughter." "That little bright-eyed Julie Williams, but Bob, he wasn't having too good a time." "Well come on." "We're all gonna go on a boat ride." "Don't you wanna go on a boat ride with us?" "Yeah, sure." "Anytime Bob wasn't interested in the pretty little girl, well there had to be something wrong, and it didn't take a genius to figure out what." "No, he was missing Flo Quick, but he wouldn't admit it to anyone." "Not even to himself." "Hey, Bob." "Hear what they're saying about Bill up in San Francisco?" "Langdon Sanford's calling him all kinds of names." "Says he's an agitator, a rabble rouser, carpetbagger 'cause he comes from Oklahoma." "What's that, that rabble rouser?" "Come on, Bob." "You know that's just politics." "What are you taking it so serious for?" "'Cause they're talking about our brother that's why." "Still ain't raining?" "Nope." "That's the trouble with California, it never rains." "Come on, Bob." "Why don't you just ask Flo to come on out here." "You know that's what's bothering ya." "Nothing's bothering me." "Anyway, who needs her?" "I wouldn't take her back if she asked." "All right," "I guess in that case you won't be interested in this." "What's that?" "This?" "Just a telegram." "Ain't you ever seen a telegram before?" "Oklahoma City." "Give me that." "Telegram!" "Hot dog, she's coming." "She's coming next week." "Well I hope she ain't coming to visit you, seeing you ain't about to take her back and all I mean." "I ain't." "I can say hello though, can't I?" "Hey look, there she is." "When you told me she was a school teacher," "I didn't think she was going to be so pretty." "Fresno, this stop Fresno." "My, don't you look grand." "Not looking to bad yourself." "Sure you didn't forget anything there." "It's good to see you, Bob." "Flo, about what happened back there I..." "Bob, You don't have to apologize." "Well I thought that..." "Well don't." "We were both wrong." "Welcome to California, sugar." "What's wrong?" "You okay, sugar?" "Say something." "Sorry, Flo." "I thought you'd like it." "Like it?" "I love it Bob Dalton" "I love it." "Come on, Bob." "Well Flo was home." "That little house seemed to bring out womanly instincts in her most of us never even suspected she had." "Particularly when she found herself around Bill's kids." "Yeah, it was about then she started getting that funny little look in her eyes and from then on, wherever we rambled and even when things looked blackest," "Flo would somehow try to recreate the magic, of that special time in California." "And as the long summer days slipped by, it began to took like things might really be going good for us Daltons." "Yeah, for the first time in our lives." "It even got so that Reverend Williams didn't go for his shotgun whenever I showed my face on his doorstep." "So with election day right around the corner and brother Bill looking more and more like a shoe-in, we began thinking we might be giving up outlawing for good." "Unfortunately all our plans didn't take into account Mr. Will Smith." "It seems they were caught holding up a gambling casino and stealing several horses, at least according to my information." "Then they're wanted." "Well not exactly." "There seems to be some ambiguity about that." "There were never any warrants issued for their arrest." "Mr. Sims, is it not true that, men who lack gainful employment have been known to turn to crime?" "Particularly men with shady backgrounds such as the Daltons." "I don't understand, Mr. Smith." "Fortunately for us, you don't have to, Mr. Sims." "Shall I charge it to Mr. Sanford's account as usual, Mr. Smith?" "Yes, of course Mr. Orbinder." "Why on earth would you have to ask?" "Come on, Mr. Sims." "Well?" "30 laps in 21 minutes and 30 seconds, Mr. Sanford." "Most satisfactory." "By whose standards Lothar." "Belly's still got to much fat on it." "Well, Mr. Smith," "I see you've been back to Orbinder." "It's my one vanity, Mr. Sanford." "Hell, I could operate another rail road on what that one vanity cost me." "Wouldn't you say so Kermit?" "I believe that's a fair statement, Mr. Sanford." "Well now, Smith, what about that damn populist Dalton?" "Perhaps you could find another place to talk." "The humidity here." "All right, Smith, but whatever you've, got it better be good." "I shouldn't have to remind you the election's only two weeks away." "Lothar my robe." "At Alila, you say." "Yes sir." "You realize of course how embarrassing it would be to me personally if something went wrong." "I never said there were no risks, Mr. Sanford, but I would judge them to be minimal." "Do I have your permission to proceed?" "Certainly not." "I intend to remain totally ignorant of the whole business." "I see." "I have always admired your high principle, Mr. Sanford." "And I've always worried about your total lack of it, Mr. Smith." "I have a nagging feeling it's gonna cost me a good deal of grief one of these days." "I'm doing everything I can to prevent it from happening." "For your sake you'd better." "Now, Mr. Smith, good day." "And in conclusion, ladies and gentlemen," "I can assure you that if I am elected the next Governor of this State," "I will break Langdon Sanford's strangle hold grip on agricultural freight transports by which you good and hard working farmers of this fair valley earn your livelihood." "And further, I will end California Pacific evil and corrupt control of the statehouse in Sacramento, and run that pack of rail road Boondoggers out of California forever." "And now folks, on with the show." "I'm gonna get me some more beer and some eats." "Anybody else want anything?" "Get me a beer." "Want some popcorn?" "That tragic day in American history when the Seventh Calvary under the command of General George Armstrong Custer was massacred to a man by the bloody Sioux nation." "Boys, you're under arrest." "What are you talking about?" "We ain't done anything." "I am afraid Mr. Dalton, that is what they all say." "Boys, get'em out of here." "Let the folks get back to their show." "Well what's the charge?" "We got a right to know." "Train robbery, madam, train robbery." "Train Robbery?" "And now about your brother, the large simple fellow?" "Drop your guns, everybody." "You heard him, you idiots." "Drop them." "Let's go." "Let's get out of here." "It's Buffalo Bill." "You there, reach for the sky." "Is he kidding." "Grat's down." "I'm gonna kill ya for this Smith." "I'm gonna kill you." "Let me outta here." "You let me outta here." "This stinking one-horse town ain't gonna hold me." "Let me outta here I said." "I got a feeling you hadn't made a friend there, Mr. Smith." "This stinking one-horse town ain't gonna hold Grat Dalton." "Smith, in the name of my family," "I demand the personal and public apology from Langdon Sanford, and I want Grat released from this jail immediately." "Are you sure you're in your right mind, Dalton?" "Your brothers are in serious trouble." "My brothers weren't anywhere near the Alila depot last night and you know it, and I've got witnesses to prove that." "Well I'm certain if that's the case," "Mr. Sanford would be most anxious to apologize." "Of course we won't be able to determine the facts until the preliminary hearing on Wednesday." "Which just happens to be one day after the election?" "Would you believe it, Dalton?" "That fact hadn't even occurred to me." "You better get one thing straight, sugar." "I ain't leaving Grat behind." "But he'll be all right." "Smith just wants to hold him until after the election." "How do you know that?" "Bill told me." "She's probably right, Bob." "They're only doing it to make sure that Bill loses." "Yeah?" "Suppose Grat tries to break out." "Even Grat wouldn't try anything that dumb." "I don't know." "I still don't like it." "Look, you don't have much choice." "The rail road already has over 200 men out looking for you two." "What's the point of having y'all three in jail?" "All right," "I'm telling ya again," "I still don't like it." "Emmett, don't shoot." "It's me." "Julie?" "You didn't think you're going anywhere without me, did you Emmett Dalton?" "So the four of us rode out that night, and it was beginning to seem that no matter how hard us Daltons tried, we couldn't stay on the right side of the law and pretty soon we would just quit trying." "Well it was a long, hard ride, but we finally made it back to Oklahoma only to find that Billy and the boys got themselves chased out of New Mexico over some misunderstanding about cattle they swore was theirs," "but I guess it seemed to have somebody else's brand on'em." "You ought to read this one, Billy." "It's a good one." "Hold, hold, hold it." "Hey Emmett, where'd you get that pretty little lady?" "Hey, that pretty little thing is Miss Julie Williams." "Come here." "Hey, take off your hat and." "Leave it to, Emmett." "I guess you boys realize if we'd been law, you'd been goners." "No." "Some gang." "You don't even put up a look out." "Yeah, Bob." "We've been like a bunch a sick toads since we heard." "Sound like another poor excuse coming up." "Yeah, just like old Bittercreek." "What did you hear Bittercreek." "I think I'll take me a little walk." "He's pouting again." "Bob" "I don't guess you heard." "Billy, we been a month coming over from California." "Now what is it you heard?" "Come on, Billy." "Cough it out." "Well, I hate to be the one to tell ya, but Grat's dead." "It better not be a joke, Billy." "Now you know I don't joke about nothing like that." "You know that." "Now Willy here, he's got a newspaper clipping." "Willy, you wanna give me that newspaper clipping you got there." "It tells all about how Grat tried to escape." "When we heard the news," "I tell ya we just felt damn terrible, Bob." "Damn terrible." "Yeah, I'm sorry, Emmett." "Bob I'm..." "So he wouldn't try to escape?" "Even Grat wouldn't be that dumb, isn't that what you said." "Bob." "Don't Flo, I know what you meant..." "Honey, I gotta go talk to him." "Bob, I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "It wasn't your fault." "If I hadn't asked you to leave him behind." "Them rail roads." "Them damn rail roads." "I'm gonna make'em pay." "Lord am I gonna make'em pay." "Pull it over." "Come on, pull it over." "Bob was as good as his word." "We did make the rail roads pay and we made 'em pay big." "On December 8th, we hit the Atcheson, Topeka and Santa Fe for $7500.00." "On December 14th, we lifted $9,000.00 off the Great Western flyer where it crossed the Oto reservation at Red Rock." "And on New Years Day, we robbed a grand total of $25,000.00 when we hit the MT and T where it crossed the Arkansas, but in spite of our success not to mention our growing notoriety, something was wrong." "It was Bob." "He wasn't the same." "What happened to Grat had changed him and in a bad way." "All right, Bob." "I'm gonna say this out in front of everybody." "You Daltons take in half the haul every time." "Well that just ain't fair." "That's right, Bob." "I'm sick of it." "It's a job Billy," "This is the Dalton Gang." "Money gets split the way I say." "Well we're tired of it." "We all do the same work, take the same chances, and we all oughta get the same share." "That's right." "If you don't like it Billy, you know what you can do about it unless you're just too damn yellow." "Hey wait a minute, Billy." "You know Bob's just upset about Grat so take it easy?" "I'm tired of taking it easy." "I'm damn tired of it, Emmett." "Let's go, Hugh." "This gonna be a good one." "Look, Bob, I was..." "Nobody calls me yellow Bob Dalton." "Hey!" "Hey it's Grat!" "Hey It's Grat!" "It's good to see you." "What is all this now?" "Why does everybody love me so much?" "'Cause we all thought you were dead, you fool." "Me dead?" "Grat Dalton?" "I may be dirty and drug out, but I sure ain't dead." "Tell us what the hell happened." "We heard you got killed trying to escape." "It wasn't me." "I yamped outta there slicker than shooter." "It must a been that other fella that'd come with me." "He was about my size." "We split up in the hills." "Damn, you're slick Grat." "I'll tell ya one thing though." "I catch that beady-eyed Smith in my sights again," "I'm gonna blow his brains all over the range." "Well tell me what you and Billy here were fighting about." "Well that ain't nothing." "In fact, if he stopped pounding on me a minute," "I was just about to tell him how I just decided we all oughta split everything." "Share and share alike." "Hey, all right." "Split, what split?" "What have you boys been up to?" "Nothin'," "Robbing a few trains is all." "You mean we're sticking up trains now," "Yoohoo!" "You know what?" "I always wanted to blow a train whistle." "Don't you worry about that no more because from now on you gonna be blowing more train whistles than all the engineers of the" "Atcheson, Topeka and the Santa Fe." "If anybody asks you who held you up, you can tell'em it was the Dalton Gang that's who." "Just one piece, Charles, thank you." "Can I have a napkin?" "Thank you." "You don't understand, Langdon." "It's not the money." "$60,000 wouldn't pay my liquor bill for a month." "Cyrus is right." "Those Dalton boys are making it hard for us to do business, right Collie?" "That's it in a nutshell, JJ." "Scaring off passengers stirring up a lot of anti-rail road feeling as if there isn't enough of that around already." "Stand in the way of expansion, too." "People don't welcome the rails the way they used to." "Believe me, gentlemen." "I understand the problem, but what I don't understand is, why is everyone looking at me?" "I'll tell ya why Langdon because we know how you set those boys up out in California." "Don't bother denying it." "I got as many spies in your operation as you've got in mine." "The point is, Langdon, you created this monster you just gotta do something about it." "And if I don't?" "Deal Collie" "Usual game, gentlemen, of 5 cards," "$1,000.00 ante." "Table stakes." "Now wait just a minute here." "Where are my cards?" "Well I guess we neglected to tell you, Sanford." "You see we took a little vote, and we decided once the Daltons are safely behind bars, why then you can rejoin our little game." "You know how much this game means to me Collie." "Indeed we do, Langdon." "We certainly do." "It's up to you JJ." "I'll open for $5,000." "All right." "I think I'll raise that a little bit." "Say another $5,000." "What on earth are you gnawing at, Mr. Sims?" "Zen-zen, Mr. Smith." "Mr. Smith." "Smith, I want a word with you right now." "That's a fascinating little ritual you've established there Judge." "I can assure you there's nothing fascinating about it, Mr. Smith." "I can understand the rail road association selecting you for this job." "Your reputation has preceded you." "I'll take that as a compliment." "It wasn't intended as one." "You might just as well understand my attitude towards the rail roads, Smith." "I'm not a great admirer of their's." "Never had been." "Legitimized freebooters, that's about all they amount to." "I hope that doesn't mean that you've been less than dedicated in your pursuit of the Dalton Gang, Judge Parker." "So far the Daltons have been lucky, but as yet, they haven't robbed the common people." "Something I can't say for the men you work for." "Somehow you seem to have forgotten something Judge, you and I are supposed to be working on the same side." "That I find a chilling thought." "You know I can't prevent you from coming into this territory, Smith, but I'm gonna give you an order now." "You're not to mount any type of an operation against the Daltons without notifying me first, is that clear?" "That's all, good day." "Thank you for your time, Judge." "I don't like that man Hank." "Deep down I just don't." "Couldn't tell it to hear you talk, Judge." "Now you put some men on him." "Have him watched." "Handle it personally." "What you said about the Dalton boys, Judge, did you mean that?" "Of course I did." "They've defied the law and they've done some bad things, but they're our kind of people Hank." "Does that mean you wont hang'em, Judge?" "Of course I'll hang'em." "I'll hang'em high when the time comes, but they're still our kind a people." "Bob!" "Look here, $25,000.00" "$25,000.00 reward the rail road put on us." "Hey, hey, $25,000.00." "There are good folks in these hills, as long as we got'em on our side, we don't have anything to worry about." "I don't care how much money the rail road puts up." "I still say it's time to quit." "Come on sugar, don't be crazy." "I'm not being crazy." "There are plenty of people out there that'd do almost anything for $25,000." "It doesn't matter." "Ain't got enough money yet." "Bob, we've got a lot of money." "Not for what I got in mind." "And just what might that be?" "Mexico." "Mexico?" "Yeah, Mexico." "I knew when we started we couldn't go on robbing trains forever." "I figure we better have a place to go where they couldn't get to us." "Well what are we gonna do in Mexico?" "I don't know." "I thought maybe we could get ourselves one of them little, what do you call 'em, haciendas." "We could run some cattle, breed some good horseflesh, loaf around in the sun, raise a pile a kids, maybe travel a little." "What did you say?" "Maybe travel a little." "No, before that." "You mean that stuff about the kids." "Bob." "So you're gonna get married?" "That's right, little brother." "As soon as we get enough money together, we're going down to Mexico and set ourselves up in the beef business." "Mexico?" "Yeah, thought maybe you and Julie would like to come along." "Might even make it a double wedding." "Yeah well, Julie and I haven't even talked about getting married." "What's to talk about?" "Unless of course Julie won't have ya." "All right." "Will ya?" "Will I what?" "What do you mean will you what?" "Haven't you been listening to what he's been saying?" "I mean he's sitting here talking about, talking about getting married." "Emmett Dalton," "I thought you'd never ask!" "What do you think, big brother?" "You wanna congratulate us?" "Yeah sure, Bob, that's slick." "Real slick." "Well I don't know what's so funny." "What's everybody laughing at?" "Now come on, big brother." "You didn't think we could get married without a best man, did ya?" "Sure can't run a ranch without a foreman." "Foreman?" "Me?" "You mean you want me to go all the way to Mexico with you and boss a ranch?" "You gonna be the chief honcho." "El Jefe." "Yahoo!" "We gonna be together always, Grat." "I promise you that." "Madam?" "My name is Mrs. Sunset, Mr. Dickson, and I am here to inquire about shipping fees." "I intend to remove my household belongings to Tuscaloosa." "Better have your husband come in and see me, Mrs. Sunset." "Complex business rate." "I recently lost my husband." "I'm sorry." "Well in that case, come in." "Come right in and sit down." "Thank you." "What's wrong?" "Here, here." "Thank you." "You see a woman suddenly thrust into bereavement such as I've been, faces certain physical deprivations, if you understand what I mean." "Yes." "Often causing hot flashes like the one I just experienced and other symptoms." "But to delicate to dwell upon in mixed company." "Mrs. Sunset, if there's anything I can do for you, you just let me know." "Well maybe a little whiskey." "You want a drink?" "Only if you'll join me." "Well yes, but I gotta go outside for just a tiny bit." "You just sit right here." "Don't you go away." "Now just line up there men." "It'll be $25.00 a week gentlemen." "You'll provide your own ammunition." "The job lasts until the Dalton Gang is either captured or dead." "Just sign your name on the line and step inside." "Free drinks are on the house." "$25.00 a week, provide your own ammunition." "Sign your name." "Mr. Sims." "Kermit." "Where do you suppose I might find Smith?" "Inside." "Thank you." "Damn it Kermit what does Stanford expect." "I've only been out here three weeks." "During which time the Daltons have robbed three more trains." "Now you look here..." "Calm down Smith." "I'm only here as an observer." "But I do have a message for you from Mr. Sanford." "What might that be?" "Well he'll be passing through here on October 4th, a little more then six weeks from today, en route to the fall meeting of the rail road association in Chicago." "Naturally there'll be the usually game at the, racquet club." "Naturally." "Well Smith, the point of the message is that if" "Mr. Sanford is dealt out of that game a second time he will be extremely disappointed." "I do hope you're successful, Smith." "It would be a devastating blow to Orbinder." "Excuse me, Mr. Smith?" "This is Mr. Dixon." "I believe he has something." "It's her, Mr. Smith." "I'm positive." "What on earth are you talking about man?" "Flo Quick, Bob Dalton's woman." "I left her over at the depot when I come over here to get some whiskey and she snookered me into lookin at my books." "What makes you so sure it was her?" "I seen her one time when she was running that house over at Baxter Springs." "It ain't no mistake about it." "All right Dixon, I believe you." "Now what do you suppose she was interested in learning from your records?" "My guess is the bank receipts on the Kansas City Bullet." "We better move quick, Mr. Smith, if we plan to nab her." "We're not going to nab her, Mr. Sims." "When will the Bullet be coming through, Dixon?" "Thursday morning, Mr. Smith." "Now, Mr. Dixon," "I'm trusting you to go back to your office and make Miss Quick feel that everything is gonna be just fine." "Yes." "What do you have in mind, Smith?" "That, Kermit, is none of your business." "But you may telegraph Mr. Sanford and tell him that as of Thursday morning the Daltons will no longer be a problem." "I certainly hope you're not mistaken about that, Mr. Smith," "I certainly do." "Adair is coming up in about ten minutes, Mr. Smith." "Seems our Mr. Dixon may have been wrong about the Daltons' intentions, doesn't it Mr. Sims?" "Indeed it does." "Good morning, Mr. Dixon." "Running late today?" "Yeah, looks that way Dr. Drum." "Can I stand you up a cup of coffee inside while you're waiting?" "I'll tell you it was around 12:00 midnight." "I was on duty by myself." "She was flying right through." "If I hadn't gotten out there and stopped it..." "Good Morning Mr. Dixon." "Remember me, Miss Sunset." "Lord it's the Daltons." "That's us all right." "You're supposed to be..." "Supposed to be what?" "You ain't supposed to be robbin no train in town" "That's exactly what made it so appealing, Mr. Dixon." "All right boys." "Emmett, you and Texas Jack take the cab." "Boy, do you want to get on your knees there for me?" "I certainly appreciate it, thank you very much." "All right now, wait till she comes to a full stop." "It's a trap." "That's what you were talking about." "Hey, stop it, stop it." "We ain't got time for that." "We gotta figure a way out of here." "Yeah, well the only way out is the way we came in cause there ain't no back door." "Hey, it's Will Smith." "What's he doing here." "Smith!" "You let go of me." "I'm gonna kill him." "Grat, no." "Flo's hit!" "Hey Flo," "Damn it don't argue with me now, get Flo" "Go!" "Come on, let's go." "It was a trap," "Flo's been hit and so has Blackface." "It's okay honey." "You're gonna be just fine." "It stings like..." "You're gonna be okay." "You're gonna be just fine, you hear." "You better stop the bleeding." "You better stop something." "It hurts." "I'm sorry you were right." "I should have listened to you." "But you're gonna be okay, you hear me." "You're gonna be okay." "What about Mexico?" "I'm gonna take you to Mexico." "There's nothing wrong with Mexico." "We're still going there." "Everything, everything's ruined." "It's not ruined now." "We're still going there." "What about the money?" "Don't worry about the money." "I'll get you the money." "I promise you that." "You just worry about getting well, you hear?" "How about that one Bob" "That one look alright to you." "Next to the last car." "Why ain't it lit?" "Well, maybe there ain't no one in it." "That's why it ain't lit." "Yeah, sure Billy." "Well that's the fourth train in a row." "I mean if this keeps up how we gonna stay in the train business?" "Well if we can't make it off the trains, we'll just have to find another way." "Yeah, find another way." "Find another way." "Well if things were tough on us they were even tougher on Will Smith." "Landon Sanford's deadline was about up and the detective was so crazy to get us, he was almost losing control of himself." "How much longer are we gonna be doing this, Mr. Smith?" "Hey, how come my marker ain't no good?" "Cause Grat, you ain't got no money to back it up." "Well if I don't play then nobody plays." "Come on, come on, come on." "I thought you boys had better sense than to get Grat Mad." "Hey Bob." "Where have you been, Bob Dalton?" "I've been worried about you." "Out riding." "Now what seems to be the problem?" "He's saying my marker wasn't no good." "Hell Bob, ain't nobody's marker no good we all know that." "That's right, Bob." "I guess we're all getting kind of low." "Well I think I might have a solution for that." "You boys ready to go back work?" "We've been ready." "I thought we was all through with trains." "We are, Billy, we are." "Well what are you talking about?" "I'm talking about, banks." "Banks?" "We ain't never robbed a bank before." "That's right Bittercreek." "That's why we ain't gonna rob one now." "We're gonna rob two in the same town on the same day." "That's bigger than Northfield." "Yeah." "If I remember right old Wilson Cole got shot up pretty good back there." "Don't pay any attention to him, Bob." "He's just jealous because he didn't come up with the idea." "Where we gonna get'em?" "Coffeyville." "Coffeyville?" "That's right little brother." "We're going home again." "Coffeyville." "Well that's about the damnedest fool idea" "I ever heard." "Everybody knows us in Coffeyville." "Exactly BitterCreek, exactly." "That's why it would be the last place they'll figure we'll head." "Besides everybody knows the country." "There must be 100 ways out of there." "I don't know, Bob." "What do you think this idea came to me out of the blue?" "Where the hell you think I've been for the last couple of days?" "We could take them at a walk." "Well, how much you figure on taking out of them banks there, Bob?" "Well Billy, I'd say, between the two banks, over $60,000." "$60,000'?" "And I'll tell you another thing that's gonna fool them." "We ain't riding in there like a whole bunch of saddle tramps, un-un." "We're gonna get ourselves outfitted." "That means brand new duds, big silver saddles and brand new iron." "Yahoo!" "I don't like it, Bob." "It's different then robbing trains." "They're gonna chase you for sure." "She's right, Bob." "Yeah, she is absolutely right and we ought to listen to her." "You're right she's right, and I'm right." "The whole idea is crazy." "It's like Billy and his boys just a little bit scared, Bob?" "Scared?" "Now take it easy Emmett." "Take it easy." "There ain't nobody scaring here." "If Bittercreek or," "Billy here don't want to go" "I guess they got their reasons." "It ain't our reasons, Bob." "It's yours, they're all wrong." "Since when's money been a wrong reason?" "Hell, it ain't the money and you know it." "You want to get back at that whole town, just to plain hear you talk." "I'll admit that's part of the reason." "What's wrong with killing two birds with one stone?" "Nothing, I guess." "I just don't figure it's worth getting shot for." "If that's they way you feel, Billy," "I wouldn't ask you." "What about the rest of you?" "Well Bob, I, I just got shot." "Hell, Mack and I well we just..." "Bob, the way I figure it is," "Charlie and me, we gotta stick together and, I'm sorry." "That's the way it's gotta be." "Coffeyville could be real tough, Bob." "But $60,000 is a lot of money." "We'll stick with you, Bob." "There ain't nothing more to say." "Well I just want you to know that, we wish all the luck." "What the hell, after this is over we might all get back together again?" "Well listen, I guess it's best we just probably ride on out on out now." "Thought I might head down to New Mexico and find one of them good senoritas." "Doesn't matter." "It doesn't matter a bit." "We can do it with five men easy." "Easy." "Boy that's a pretty one here, Bob." "Can I have this?" "You bet Grat." "And so with the last of our train robbing money, we outfitted ourselves for Coffeyville." "And like Bob said, nothing was too good for the occasion, custom mounted Colt 44's and Winchesters to the top of the line right out of" "Sears and Roebuck catalogue." "How does this look?" "Hey now, it's too bad the boys back in Coffeyville can't see you now, because I mean you look like money in the bank." "That sure is a good one, Leroy, you know what I mean?" "No Grat, I don't know what you mean." "Well what you said about money in the bank, and Coffeyville." "Just a figure of speech, you know." "You sure you ain't been reading our mail?" "No Grat, the bank at Coffeyville, don't tell me that's what you fellows got in mind?" "I can't say no more about it, Leroy." "But, I will tell you this much, come this time Tuesday morning" "I figure on being one rich cabalero." "Do you know what I mean?" "Yeah, I know what you mean?" "God." "I think I'll take the hat, too." "Okay." "And you can wrap it up." "Shall we Mr. Smith." "Have a drink, Smith." "Thank you, Sir." "Smith, how long have you been associated with the California Pacific?" "Twenty-one years sir." "And as I recall, you started out as a" "$15.00 a month night watchman at the San Jose yards." "Yes." "I raised you up, gave you a position, salary and benefits unprecedented for a man in your field and I gave you power." "I would be the first to acknowledge that." "I certainly hope you would, Smith." "Well I must say that over the years you've been of some service to me." "Thank you, sir." "And as far as the Daltons are concerned, in my own defense I would like..." "Don't waste your breath, Smith." "There's nothing to say." "Now it's very simple." "In 24 hours," "I'll be settling down at a poker table." "And if I haven't heard by then that the Daltons are either dead or behind bars you're through." "And I promise you there won't be a rail road on the North American continent that will hire you to polish its brass." "Do I make myself clear?" "Quite clear." "Then why you still standing there, Smith?" "Go." "Mr. Smith?" "Not now, Sims." "I haven't had a good day." "But I may have some good news for you." "Mr. Keenan, would you step in?" "About the Daltons Mr. Smith, is that $25,000 reward still out for them?" "What's the meaning of all of this?" "Who are you people?" "Name's Smith, Will Smith, chief of detectives for" "California Pacific Railroad." "What are all these men for?" "Sheriff, I have information that in less then 24 hours the Dalton Gang is gonna be riding into this town with bank robbery on their minds." "The Daltons?" "That's right, the Daltons, and these men are gonna be waiting for them." "I don't care who you are, Smith." "You don't have any jurisdiction in my town." "If the Daltons are coming in here like you say they are, me and my deputies will take care of it." "Wrong sheriff." "You and your deputies are gonna stay out of it." "On whose say so?" "In case you can't count sheriff, there are 50 men here and they all take orders from me." "What about the people?" "The people got to be told." "The people are not gonna be told." "Do you think we want the Daltons scared away before they even get here you idiot?" "Now sheriff, tomorrow's gonna be business as usual in Coffeyville." "Do I make myself clear?" "What's this he tells me about Will Smith taking over Coffeyville?" "It's true judge." "He rode into town this afternoon about 5:00, 50 men behind him like he was Robert E. Lee." "Why?" "What's he got in mind?" "He claims the Dalton Gang is gonna hit a bank tomorrow." "He's gonna cut them down judge." "It's the next thing to murder the way he's setting up for it." "I warned that man." "I warned him specifically to stay out of this." "How long would it take us to get up to Coffeyville?" "At least six hours." "How many men can you round up this time of night?" "Short notice, judge." "No more then 30 I guess." "That'll have to do." "Let's get after it." "We've got a lot of ground to cover between now and morning." "Yes sir." "Go upstairs and get my gun and saddle my horse." "Yes, sir." "Sit down, Clint." "I'll be ready in a few minutes." "Fifty men," "Coffeyville." "We spent the night before Coffeyville in the barn at the old Dalton homestead, where us boys were raised." "It's abandoned then since pa died and ma, she moved down to Kingfisher." "You see it was Bobs plan for us to ride into town in disguise." "That way we'd be able to get into the banks without being recognized." "Of course, once we're inside that's when we let everybody know who we really were." "Alright, is everybody ready?" "I'm taking Grat with me into the National." "Emmett, you take the Condon across the street with Willy and Texas Jack." "Don't be in there longer than 15 minutes, you hear?" "Yeah." "Okay." "We'll meet at that side street there behind the Douglas Saloon." "Then we just ride on out of there." "$60,000 richer." "Bob, how come I never get to lead nothing?" "I mean is it cause you think" "I'm not smart enough?" "Come on big brother." "You know better than that." "Well I've been thinking about all this, Bob, you know." "And this is the Dalton Gang and I'm a Dalton too." "Yeah." "Well I just feel that, you know, if I don't get to lead something now" "I ain't never gonna get to, you know, cause, well this is our last job and everything, you know." "Well Grat..." "Bob, why don't you let Grat take over the Condon job." "Me and Willy, we got a lot of confidence in him." "Ain't that right, Willy?" "Dang right, Texas." "Look Bob, if anybody can do the job, old Grat can." "There you go." "All right, you're gonna be the ramrod." "Willy and Texas Jack will do just what you say." "We'll clean them out, Grat." "All right, now you're talkin." "Hey Grat." "Willy." "Don't worry." "Everything will be fine." "Be sure you got the wagon ready to go." "Once we cross over the strip into New Mexico there ain't nobody gonna catch us." "Kiss for luck?" "Well that dirty little coward, that shot Mr. Howard, and put poor Jessie in his grave," "Yes Jessie had a wife, who mourned for his life..." "Take a look at this, Mr. Smith." "What is it, Mr. Sims?" "Heavily armed men, five of them." "Any of them look like the Daltons?" "No, sir." "But they appear to be heading for the First National Bank." "Wrong Mr. Sims, they're headed for the First National and for the Condon." "Relax Mr. Sims, not even the Daltons are foolhardy enough to try something like that." "Hands UP!" "Everybody just stand right where they are." "Daltons." "That's right Tom." "Just put it all right in here, Tommy." "All right, hands up everybody!" "Fill her up Charlie." "Who are you?" "Charlie, don't you recognize Grat Dalton," "Now you fill her up." "Everybody get behind the cage, go around behind the cage." "Go on, move." "All right, Tommy." "Clean out the vault." "Well look what we got here?" "Now you open up them bars." "I can't." "It's set automatically." "It isn't time for it to open." "Well what time does it open?" "9:30." "9:30 o'clock." "What time is it now?" "Twenty minutes past nine." "Ten minutes, ten minutes, we're gonna wait ten minutes." "What are you talking about, Grat?" "We can't wait." "You know what Bob said." "We gotta get out of here in 15 minutes." "You just back off, Jack." "Now that's my Mexico money we're talking about in there, and I ain't leaving without it." "Charlie, when you start talking about this you be sure and mention how I was in charge, okay?" "I will, Grat." "You can count on me." "It's the Daltons!" "Jack!" "It's the Daltons, it's the Daltons!" "Hey, over here." "The Daltons, they're robbing the bank." "I guess that means they're in the First National too, Mr. Smith." "It's a trap." "That's Smith." "The First National you morons, the First National." "Empty out the safe, fast." "Grat, get out of here." "We ain't going without the money and the safe ain't open yet?" "Wait a minute, didn't he say it opened at 9:30?" "Yeah." "Grat," "It was 9:3015 minutes ago." "I'm gonna break your neck." "Give me that bag." "Hurry up, Grat." "Emmett, let's get out of here." "Let's go." "We gotta help them Emmett." "Come on Grat!" "Willy!" "Grat!" "Grat, Willys been hit!" "You're gonna be okay." "You hear?" "We gotta get out of here Grat." "Okay, okay, okay." "I'll cover you, okay?" "All set." "You ready?" "I'm Ready." "Let's go." "Grat, Grat!" "Bob!" "Grat!" "Bob!" "Come here Bob, come on." "Come back." "Bob!" "What are you all waiting for?" "Shoot!" "Shoot damn you!" "Shoot!" "Sims!" "Put down that weapon, Mr. Smith." "Put down that gun and slowly turn around." "I'm placing you under arrest." "Why don't you go back to Arkansas, judge?" "I said you were under arrest." "Nobody puts Will Smith under arrest." "Do you want us to take him, judge?" "You don't move." "Nobody fires a shot." "Now if you're not gonna come peacefully, Mr. Smith, you make your move whenever you're ready." "Mr. Smith, maybe you better think this over." "Judge, this one's still alive." "Fetch a doctor." "Good shooting judge." "Wounded 16 times, that's unbelievable." "Well I wouldn't play that up too much if I were you." "Bullet holes in a man wasn't all that uncommon back then." "Even today they ain't exactly." "After you got back on your feet then what?" "I spent 14 years in the Kansas State Penitentiary." "Got rehabilitated." "What ever happened to Flo Quick?" "Well I guess Flo never really got over Bob getting killed." "She turned real bad after that." "I heard she put together a gang of her own and got killed robbing a bank down in Las Cruces, '93." "That's right." "I'm, I'm curious about your other brother." "I mean I don't recall there was ever a" "Governor William Marian Dalton around here?" "No." "Old Sanford he won that one but it kind of soured Billy on politics." "After Coffeyville, he wandered on down to Oklahoma and joined Doolin and some of the boys and he was killed by a posse down there in Longview, Texas." "What happened to your girl, Julie Williams?" "I mean I don't suppose she waited 14 years for you to get out of prison?" "Of course not." "She was married two times before I got out." "She buried both of them." "It's too bad." "No." "It just meant she was ready when I was." "As a matter of fact she's down at the Brown Derby right now waiting on lunch for me." "Bitter Creek," "why don't you join us?" "We got a lot of catching up to do." "Well by George Emmett I think I'll do that." "Wait gentlemen, I've got some more questions." "Well we can't give you any more of our time." "You just write it the way we told you." "Yeah..." "Bitter Creek, what have you been doing these days?" "Well I got myself in the construction business." "I got into it during the war." "I've been messin a little bit with real estate." "Maybe we can do a little business together?"