All language subtitles for The Last Ride of the Dalton Gang (1979) Eng

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 shootin.

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?