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American Outlaws Movie Script

Writer(s) : Roderick Taylor, John Rogers

Genres : Action, Comedy, Western

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     FADE IN:               EXT. WOODS               
The Rangers plunge into thick woods. Branches slap at them,               
but the sound of gunfire keeps them going. Captain Malcolm              
is still in the lead, flanked by two young men who are
     obviously brothers. The big, handsome one is COLE YOUNGER;
     the skinny one with the lopsided hair is BOB YOUNGER.
     EXT. WOOD'S EDGE
     They break through the other side of the woods, emerging
     behind a rickety set of fence-post fortifications. Instantly
     GUNFIRE tears apart the trees around them. The Captain's
     horse goes down, and the Younger brothers dive and roll to
     hide beneath the palisade.
     The Captain, still alive, has fallen beyond the wooden
     shield. Cole scrambles through the savage rifle fire, grabs
     Captain Malcolm, and hauls him behind the fortification.


       CAPTAIN MALCOLM


(bellowing)

     Fall back into the woods! Out of

     your saddles before you're shot out

     of 'em!
     The Rangers leap from their saddles as a new sound starts
     -- a dull roar that grows and approaches and BBRRRRAPPPPP
     as, unbelievably, trees EXPLODE INTO SPLINTERS and horses
     and men go down in a heap!


       COLE

     Gatling! They've got a Gatling!


       BOB

     Dammit, this stopped being fun

     about two years ago!
     Some men are crawling to the fortifications, others are
     staying in the woods. The Captain pokes his head up to take
     a look. With him WE SEE
     EXT. ANOTHER HILLSIDE
     At the top of which, about a hundred fifty yards off, is a
     three man Gatling crew. Squads of Union soldiers are
     beginning to make their way down the hillside. And just to
     their right is an EIGHT INCH CANNON with a burning fuse --
     EXT. FORTIFICATIONS


       CAPTAIN MALCOLM

     DOWN!
     BOOM! And with a whistle the cannonball TEARS THROUGH the
     forest and EXPLODES just behind the Rangers. Some of the men
     are screaming from injury and panic.


       CAPTAIN MALCOLM  (CONT'D)

     Cole! Bob! You boys okay?


       COLE

     Hell, take more than a cannon to

     kill the Younger brothers, sir!


       BOB

     I think the cannon's doing a pretty

     good job, Cole.
     A full-blooded Indian, COMANCHE TOM, crawls up next to them.


       COLE

     Some Indian tracker you turned out

     to be, Tom.


       COMANCHE TOM

     You pay me to find you Bluecoats.

     There they are.
     ANOTHER ROUND from the Gatling chews up the trees and
     fencing, driving their heads down.


       CAPTAIN MALCOLM

     They're using the Gatling and the

     cannon to cover their advance. We're

     pinned unless we take them out!
     Cole peers through the rails.


       COLE

     Those gunners are too far away...


       CAPTAIN MALCOLM

     Get me the James boy.


       COMANCHE TOM

     You want Jesse?


       CAPTAIN MALCOLM

     Not Jesse, the one who can shoot.
     Comanche Tom rolls back to the edge of the woods.


       COMANCHE TOM

     FRANK!
     EXT. WOODS - A FEW YARDS BACK
     Among the squatting men a single one STANDS UP. FRANK JAMES
     is tall with a dark, thoughtful face. He looks sadder than
     his 23 years should allow.  His hand is wrapped around a
     longbarrel Enfield 30.


       FRANK

     Jesse.
     The long rider behind him turns around. He's JESSE JAMES,
     20. He's too damn good-looking and he's got your best
     friend's eyes. There's a coiled energy to him, and right now
     he seems more angry than afraid. Next to him is WEB MIMMS,
     15, who is terrified and trying not to show it.


       FRANK  (CONT'D)

     Watch Web.


       WEB

     I don't need watchin'!


       JESSE

     Web, I bring you back dead and your

     sister'll kill me. Now shut up and

     lie there.


(then)

     Careful, Frank. And make sure Bob

     and Cole are okay.
     EXT. FORTIFICATIONS
     Loose shots spitting up dirt and wood chips everywhere.
     Frank crawls up, nods to the Youngers, peers through the
     stacked wood. Another EXPLOSION from the cannon.


       FRANK

     Cannon or Gatling?


       COLE

     Both would be nice.


       FRANK

     Soon as I hit one, the other'll

     know and beat us up.


       CAPTAIN MALCOLM

     Cannon.
     Frank raises his head just high enough to poke the Enfield
     over the stacked fenceposts. Everyone else is flinching from
     the suppressing fire. Frank is perfectly still. Squinting,
     aiming, perfectly centered ... BANG.





        CUT TO:
     EXT. CANNON STATION
     As the Captain of the six man crew SNAPS BACK and hits the
     ground dead. Before the others can react, two more grab
     their throats and drop. The remaining soldiers bolt from the
     cannon.
     But the Gatling crew swings the gun around and the barrels
     BLAZE.





        CUT TO:
     EXT. FORTIFICATIONS
     Frank and the others hit the dirt as the Gatling shreds the
     fenceposts, fells trees, churns the ground, stitching a path
     of destruction across the bulwarks and into the woods where
     EXT. WOODS
     The Gatling rounds are everywhere. Rangers jerk as the
     Gatling tears them apart. Jesse grabs Web to his chest and
     swings around, shielding the boy with his own body. When the
     fire pauses for a moment. Jesse looks down -- he's covered
     in blood. He lets Web fall away. Blood bubbles up from where
     the boy's chest used to be.


       JESSE

     Hell no...
     Jesse's trying to stop the blood with his bare hands.


       WEB

     Aw, Jesse.


(crying)

     I never even got to be with a girl.
     Web dies.
     Jesse sighs. He's seen too much death to cry anymore. He
     stands up, pivots, and strides for the fencepost barrier.
     Rifle fire is zipping through the air all around him, but he
     keeps walking.
     EXT. FORTIFICATIONS
     Frank, the Younger brothers, Comanche Tom and the Captain
     are all still there. Captain Malcolm peers through the wall.


       CAPTAIN MALCOLM

     They're getting closer.
     Jesse arrives, slaps Cole's shoulder. Cole grins grimly.


       COLE

     'Bout time you got here, buddy.


       JESSE

     What's going on?


       FRANK

     Every time I put my head up to hit

     that Gatling, they try to shoot it

     off.


       JESSE

     So we got a plan?


       BOB

     My plan of lying here pissing

     myself seems to be working mighty

     fine, thank you.


       FRANK

     I can hit those boys from here. We

     just need a distraction.


       JESSE


(smiling)

     A distraction? Well, why the hell

     didn't you just say so?
     Jesse sprints back into the woods. Cole, Bob, and Frank
     exchange looks.


       BOB

     He's smiling.


       COLE

     Never a good thing.


       FRANK

     This ought to be interesting.
     ANOTHER ROAR from the Gatling pushes their heads down, but
     as that sound fades, another blends in, growing louder and
     louder, the SOUND OF HOOFBEATS
     ANGLE ON
     The men at the fortification, turning to face the woods,
     their faces stunned as JESSE JAMES ON HORSEBACK AT FULL
     GALLOP EXPLODES from the woods, heading straight at his own
     men and at the last second LEAPS OVER THE BARRIER, and as he
     does Jesse leans back in the saddle to let the wind strip
     off his longrider coat, revealing for the first time his
     GUNS -- two Colts at the hip, a crossed bandolier on his
     chest with two cross-holstered Colts at the shoulders, and
     two Colts in the small of his back.
     And for that one second as Jesse and the horse are in
     mid-air and the longrider coat trails behind him like
     leather wings and his guns gleam blue in the sunlight, Jesse
     James is the Angel of Death.
     EXT. HILLSIDE
     The horse hits the ground running. The Union troops are in
     shock as Jesse draws both his hip Colts and starts firing.


       JESSE

     Come on, ya Yankee bastards!
     His GUNS BLAZING, Jesse rides straight at the Bluecoats.
     Five, six are down before they can even react. They start
     firing back, but they can't draw a bead. Two more are down.
     Jesse's making every bullet count.
     ANGLE ON
     The Gatling gun as the crew swings it around and FIRES,
     hundred of rounds tearing straight at Jesse
     ANGLE ON
     Jesse who incredibly cuts the horse hard left using just
     his knees, still shooting as the Gatling volley goes wide,
     actually killing two of the Union soldiers behind Jesse.
     But then the arc of fire takes Jesse's horse in the rump.
     The horse falls, but Jesse dives off, still firing, killing
     another two soldiers. Then he hits the ground, rolls, and is
     up and running, dropping the spent Colts and drawing the two
     shoulder guns in one smooth motion, never interrupting his
     shooting.
     EXT. FORTIFICATIONS
     Frank sees the Gatling swing away from him. He stands and --
     EXT. HILLSIDE
     -- BANG as the Gatling triggerman drops, BANG as the
     ammo-feeder goes down, and BANG as the third man falls
     before the echo of the first shot clears.
     EXT. FORTIFICATIONS
     Cole is the first one on his feet.


       COLE

     WAAAHHHHOOOO!! We're coming Jesse!


       CAPTAIN MALCOLM

     Charge!
     With a ragged cheer the RANGERS ERUPT FROM THE FOREST, some
     actually on horseback, firing at the exposed Union troops.
     EXT. HILLSIDE
     Soldiers are swarming Jesse, but he's moving, turning, an
     untouchable blur in the chaos. As he drops two more empty
     Colts and reaches for the last two at his back, a SOLDIER
     just an arm's length away BRINGS UP A RIFLE.


       JESSE

     Oh, you do not!
     Jesse grabs the rifle barrel and drives the butt straight
     back into the soldier's nose. The Union boy falls, releasing
     the gun. Jesse swings the rifle in a smooth arc, bashing
     another soldier in the jaw, and then spins it effortlessly
     into his opposite hand and FIRES it point blank into another
     Union soldier.
     ANGLE ON
     The Rangers PLOWING INTO the Union soldiers. Rattled, the
     Union troops are beginning to break and fall back.
     ANGLE ON
     Jesse as another nearby soldier draws a revolver. Jesse
     snags his hand, twists it, wrapping the man's arm backward
     around Jesse's waist. With the other man still gripping the
     weapon, Jesse FANS THE HAMMER as he turns, shooting six more
     Union soldiers as they try to rush him. With a final yank,
     Jesse pulls the Colt from the man and crashes it down on his
     skull.
     ANGLE ON
     the Union soldiers in full retreat.
     EXT. THE GATLING STATION
     The few remaining Bluecoats break and run as Jesse reaches
     the Gatling. Suddenly a FIGURE LEAPS UP from behind the
     Gatling and FIRES his rifle. A bloody streak tears Jesse's
     cheek and he stumbles onto his back. With a cry, the figure
     jumps forward and buries his bayonet in Jesse's chest!
     Jesse gasps, then, puzzled, looks down. The bayonet has
     lodged right in the "X" of the ammo belts on his chest,
     stopped by the bullets and leather. Jesse kicks. As the
     Union soldier is knocked back, Jesse smoothly snap-kicks to
     his feet and draws both remaining Colts. He pulls up short.
     It's a fifteen year old boy, Web Mimms in a blue uniform.
     There's a deadly pause.


       JESSE

     You ain't even been with a girl,

     have you?
     The boy shakes his head. Jesse waves him off with the guns.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)

     Git.
     The boy scurries off. Jesse turns and lopes down the hill.
     Instantly he's surrounded by cheering Missouri Rangers.
     EXT. HILLSIDE
     The Rangers move past Jesse. Jesse suddenly realizes Frank
     is there. They fall into step together.


       JESSE

     Distracting enough for you?


       FRANK

     Pff. They hardly even noticed you.


       JESSE

     So you're saying I could have done

     more to attract their attention.


       FRANK

     Mm-hmm.


       JESSE

     Such as?


       FRANK

     You could have worn one of those

     big, floppy woman's Easter Sunday

     hats.


       JESSE

     That would have made an impression.


       FRANK

     I figure.


       JESSE

     See, that's your problem, Frank. By

     the time you finish figuring out

     stuff, I'm already finished doing it.


       FRANK

     No, Jesse, your problem is you're

     always doing stuff before I'm

     finished figuring it out.
     Cole, Bob, and Comanche Tom RIDE UP on their recovered
     horses. Cole jumps down and picks up Jesse in a bear hug.


       COLE

     Wait'll we get back to Missouri,

     start telling those gals about how

     little Jesse James charged the whole

     Union Army by himself!


       COMANCHE TOM

     You ride like a Comanche.


       BOB

     You can ride like that?


       COMANCHE TOM

     I said like a Comanche, not this

     Comanche.
     Cole mounts up, reaches down a hand to Jesse.


       COLE

     Ride with me, cousin?


       JESSE

     I could use the walk.


       COLE

     Suit yourself. We'll have some

     horses waiting for you at the road.


(then)

     Let's ride, Rangers!
     Cole slaps leather and the Rangers canter off. As they
     disappear we hear:


       BOB


(low)

     Now, I would just sound stupid

     saying something like that...
     Jesse and Frank watch them go, then start walking again.


       JESSE


(finally)

     Web's dead.


       FRANK

     I reckoned.


       JESSE

     Hell of a war.


       FRANK

     I'm sure it seemed like a good idea

     at the time.
     EXT. ROAD - DUSK
     The James brothers, the Youngers, and the other Rangers
     ride down a dirt road toward a ragtag column of Confederate
     soldiers. The grey uniforms are ghostlike in the twilight.
     The men are obviously broken, dispirited. The column
     stretches down the road and around a bend as far as the eye
     can see.
     Jesse and the other Rangers ride into the midst of the
     Confederates who part and flow around the horsemen like a
     slow-moving river.
     For a moment, nobody speaks while the whole eerie
     procession glides past.


       COLE

     Where you boys going?


       JESSE

     There's Yankees back there. Lot's

     of 'em.
     One grizzled Confederate VETERAN, his arm in a bloody
     sling, looks up at Jesse.


       VETERAN

     War's over, son. General Lee

     surrendered yesterday at Appomattox.
     The soldiers move on. The Rangers stare into the middle
     distance of despair. Cole rubs his hands across his face.


       FRANK

     Yesterday.


       BOB

     Well, somebody better go tell THE

     DAMN YANKEES!


       COLE

     What do we do now?
     Jesse seems to be the only one with a clear head.


       JESSE

     Home. We go home. We ride like hell

     to get there, and we kill anything

     or anyone that comes between us and

     our homes. And when we get there we

     stay there and God help any fool who

     tries to get me to leave my farm

     again.


       BOB


(pause)

     Best damn plan I heard all war.
     Jesse jerks his reins, and the last remaining survivors of
     the Missouri Rangers trot off into the sunset.
     MONTAGE
     -- Jesse, Frank, the Youngers and Comanche Tom riding hard
     down country roads, past burned out farms.
     THE RIDERS
     Are struggling through a downpour in a pitch black night,
     one of the horses slipping, going down.
     BLAZING SUN
     On a dusty road, the Youngers sharing a horse now,
     everybody just trying to keep moving.
     EXT. HILLTOP - DAY
     Jesse, Frank, Cole, Bob, and Comanche Tom are looking down
     on the frontier town of Liberty, Missouri.


       FRANK

     Hello, Liberty Missoura!


       JESSE

     All this time in the saddle... We

     get to the farm, I'm going to shoot

     this damn horse just on principle.


       COLE

     Never thought that pissant town

     would look so pretty.


       BOB

     Anywhere nobody's shooting at me is

     pretty.


       JESSE

     Home, boys. Back to our farms.


       COLE

     Planting corn. Harvesting corn.

     Year after year.


       BOB

     Corn gonna shoot at me?


       FRANK

     Nope.


       BOB

     Then I love it.
     They start to ride down into town.


       COLE

     Tom, why don't you stop at our

     spread before you head on out to the

     reservation? Figure we might have

     some work for you, if you want.


       COMANCHE TOM

     Hmm. Go back to the reservation and

     get drunk in a dirt shack, or work

     for you...


       COLE

     Well?


       COMANCHE TOM

     I'm thinking...
     Cole throws a playful punch at Comanche Tom.
     EXT. LIBERTY STREET - DAY
     The gang is riding into the main stretch of town. They're
     grinning, happy to be home, until --


       JESSE

     We got problems.
     DOZENS OF UNION SOLDIERS are walking along the boardwalk,
     lingering near the saloon, all suddenly staring at the
     riders.


       COLE

     What the --


       FRANK

     Must be a garrison in town. We're

     in occupied territory, boys.
     Cole is returning stares.


       JESSE

     Hands off your hip, Cole.


       COLE

     You're not scared, are you?


       JESSE

     Pick your fights, cousin. You

     taught me that.


       BOB

     It gets worse.
     There in the center of town, is a brand new scaffold. Three
     bodies, fresh ones, are hanging from the nooses.


       FRANK

     Jesus mercy, that's Charlie

     Higgins, Dave Laller ...


       BOB

     ... Will Perry ...


       COLE

     They rode with Quantrill's Rangers.
     The riders stop at the scaffold, take off their hats.


       JESSE

     Looks like Web Mimms wasn't the

     only casualty this town's got.


       FRANK

     We better go to Doc's, see what's

     going on here.


       COLE

     I'm cutting them down.
     Cole starts to dismount. Jesse grabs his arm. The Union
     Soldiers have started to form a crowd


       JESSE

     Not now.


       COLE

     What is wrong with you?


       JESSE


(low)

     In case we have to kill these

     sonofabitches, I don't want them to

     see us coming.
     Cole thinks, nods. They ride away from the scaffold.


       BOB

     Cole, I want to get to the farm,

     make sure Little Jim and the girls

     are okay.


       FRANK

     Stop by our spread after that, tell

     our Ma we're all right. We'll go to

     Doc Mimms.
     The Youngers and Comanche Tom split off, start to trot away.


       COMANCHE TOM

     I think I may just go on to the

     reservation.


       BOB

     Tom, I'm this close to coming with

     you...
     EXT. MIMMS HOME - DAY
     Jesse and Frank ride toward a handsome white two-story
     frame house that stands in a grove of elm trees.
     ANOTHER ANGLE
     They dismount and walk up to the porch. A FARM HAND in a
     cowboy hat is nailing a rail onto the porch.


       JESSE

     Scuse me, we're here for the Doctor.
     The farm hand turns and pulls off his hat -- her hat. She's
     a chestnut-haired beauty in her late teens, ZERELDA MIMMS.


       ZEE

     Jesse! Frank!
     She hugs both of them enthusiastically. Jesse is obviously,
     immediately smitten.


       JESSE

     Zerelda? Little Zee Mimms?


       ZEE

     You were little Jesse James when

     you left.


       JESSE

     But you got big!
     Zee arches an eyebrow.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)

     I mean, you aged --
     Zee arches both eyebrows.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)

     I mean, I mean, in a good way you

     got big and older.
     Zee tilts her head. Jesse's mouth moves, but nothing comes
     out, until


       JESSE  (CONT'D)

     Frank, don't you have something to

     say?


       FRANK

     You're doing just fine.


       JESSE


(pulling it together)

     Zee, we got to talk to you and your

     father.
     DOC MIMMS, a grey-haired man wearing rimless spectacles,
     steps out of the doorway.


       DOC MIMMS

     Frank, Jesse.


(looking)

     Where's Web?
     ANGLE ON
     A LONG SHOT of the Mimms house. We can see, but not hear,
     Jesse talking. A beat, then we hear Zee CRY OUT.  Doc Mimms
     staggers, SLUMPS DOWN in the door frame. Jesse and Frank
     rush to help him.





   DISSOLVE TO:
     INT. PARLOR - A WHILE LATER
     The room is comfortable and elegant in a simple way. Doc
     Mimms is slumped in a big chair. Zee, her eyes red, is
     pushing a glass of sherry into his hands. Jesse and Frank
     sit across from him.


       JESSE

     -- rode right into them, screaming

     like a banshee.


       DOC MIMMS

     My little Web did that?


       JESSE

     Pff. He jumped his horse clear over

     our heads, killed a dozen Union

     soldiers before they knew what hit

     them.
     Jesse looks at Frank, urging him on.


       FRANK

     Whyyyy... he took down the Gatling

     gun and the cannon all by himself.


       JESSE

     Saved all our lives, Doc. None of

     the Liberty boys would have come

     home if not for Web Mimms, Doc.

     God's honest truth.
     Doc is fighting back tears, but proud.


       DOC MIMMS

     Web died fighting?


       JESSE

     Died a hero.


       ZEE


(quietly)

     But still died.


       JESSE

     If there's anything we can do for

     you, Dr. Mimms. We want to help.


       DOC MIMMS

     Start thinking about yourselves.

     You, the Youngers, Clell Miller, all

     of you. Don't end up like Charlie.

     They found out Charlie rode with

     Quantrill's Raiders. They arrested

     him, tried him by military tribunal

     and hanged him this morning.


       FRANK

     I thought there was general amnesty.


       DOC MIMMS

     For soldiers, yes. But if you rode

     in one of the partisan bands,

     they'll hang you for treason. And

     you boys are in more danger, because

     you've got a farm.
     Jesse and Frank don't understand.


       ZEE

     Daddy, don't start with this again.


       DOC MIMMS

     Zerelda, it's no coincidence. The

     railroad men come through, offering

     to buy up land. Nobody sells. Then

     they start hanging men who own farms

     for treason?


       FRANK

     You're saying the railroad's got

     the Army doing it's dirty work?


       DOC MIMMS

     Rich men in Washington, don't

     matter if they wear a tie or a

     uniform, they're all the same.


       JESSE

     All we thought about was coming

     home. I swore I'd kill anybody who

     tried to get me off my farm again.

     If I have to go to war with the

     railroad to stay, fine by me.


       FRANK

     Think about this. If we just come

     up with a story and stick to it, we

     should be all right.


       JESSE

     What kind of story are they going

     to believe?


       ZEE

     Hmm. You were in the Confederate

     Army with General Hood's Texas Army

     until... say Sharpsburg, then you

     were reassigned to General Jeb

     Stuart's cavalry until you

     surrendered in Tennessee.
     Pause. The men stare at Zee. Up goes the eyebrow again.


       JESSE

     That just might work.


       FRANK

     Maybe, maybe...


       DOC MIMMS

     Now go on to see your Ma. She'll be

     glad to see her sons alive.


(choking)

     And for her sake, stay that way.
     EXT. MIMMS HOME - MINUTES LATER
     We see Frank and Jesse mount up. Zee is at the door seeing
     them off.


       FRANK

     We'll be back on Saturday with Cole

     and Bob, give you a hand with the

     repairs.


       ZEE

     Thank you. For everything.

     Especially that story you told my

     father.
     Jesse is about to object, but Zee raises a hand.


       ZEE  (CONT'D)

     I'm going to go cry now, so I don't

     have time for your lies. But I'll

     see you Saturday.
     Zee kisses her fingertips and extends them to the boys,
     then disappears into the house.





      CLOSE ON:
     Frank shaking his head as they ride away.


       FRANK

     That Zerelda turned into a hell of

     a woman, eh --
     WIDEN TO REVEAL Jesse's not next to him. Frank turns.
     Jesse's still staring at the door.  Frank rides back, takes
     Jesse's horse by the reins.  As Frank turns Jesse's horse
     and leads it away, Jesse's head keeps pivoting, fixed on the
     door. After a moment, Jesse turns to look forward, taking
     his reins.
     The brothers ride away slowly.


       FRANK  (CONT'D)

     "Big and older"?


       JESSE

     You can shut up now.


       FRANK

     You are a charmer.


       JESSE

     I swear I'll shoot you in your

     sleep.


       FRANK

     Next time try "fat and haggard."
     Jesse pulls down his hat and groans into it.
     EXT. JAMES FARM - DAY
     Jesse and Frank ride up. Out of the farmhouse bursts MA
     JAMES, a big, rugged frontier woman who is absolutely
     hysterical.


       MA

     My boys! My boys!
     She hauls Jesse and Frank clean out of their saddles.


       MA  (CONT'D)

     My boys are alive!


       FRANK


(strangling)

     Not if you don't ease up a bit,

     Ma...
     She looks at both at arm's length.


       MA

     Did you kill Yankees?


       JESSE

     A fair number, Ma.


       MA

     Say your prayers?


       FRANK

     Every night, Ma.


       MA

     Good. Now get inside and wash up

     for dinner.
     INT. JAMES HOME
     Jesse and Frank enter, surprised to find Cole, Bob,
     Comanche Tom, and a gawky 15 year old JIM YOUNGER all eating
     at their kitchen table.


       FRANK

     Well look at Jimmy Younger. You're

     all grown up.


       JIM


(mouth full)

     Mmmph-hmpph.


       BOB


(sheepishly)

     Your Ma wouldn't let us leave until

     we ate something.


       COLE

     That was two hours ago.


       MA

     I don't see clean plates.
     The men dutifully return to the meal. Jesse nods his head
     at Comanche Tom.


       JESSE


(quiet)

     Ma, I'm glad to see you being nice

     to our Injun friend.


       MA

     He's a good Christian and he killed

     Yankees. Jesus told me that made him

     an all right boy.
     Ma WALKS OFF.


       FRANK

     She's still talking to Jesus.


       JESSE

     What worries me is that Jesus is

     talking back.
     EXT. JAMES FARM
     We can hear the laughter from inside the lit house. Night
     falls and





   DISSOLVE TO:
     EXT. JAMES FARM - DAY - A FEW WEEKS LATER
     Like a time-lapse film we see the surrounding trees have
     filled out, the stone fence is repaired, the shabby paint
     redone in sparkling white. Jesse and Cole, shirtless, are
     driving a post into a hole. Frank STEPS OUT of the house and
     joins them.


       JESSE

     You ever notice Zerelda's eyes?


       COLE

     She got two of them.


       FRANK

     I think one of 'em's glass.


       COLE

     Which one, right or left?


       FRANK

     The brown one.


       JESSE


(to Cole)

     You talk big for a man who screwed

     another man back in Atlanta.
     Frank laughs as Cole raises the shovel to strike Jesse.


       FRANK

     Oh, Lord, the dance hall girl at

     Bunty's...


       COLE

     Sadie was not a man!


       JESSE

     She had a moustache.


       COLE

     She was European!


       JESSE

     All right, calm down. I'll agree

     Sadie was a woman --
     Jesse and Frank swallow their laughs.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)

     -- if you stop saying things about

     my Zee.


       FRANK

     Your Zee? Hmm.


(quoting)

     "From women's eyes this doctrine I

     derive: they sparkle still the right

     Promethean fire; They are the books,

     the arts, the academes, that show,

     contain, and nourish all the world."


       COLE

     I have no idea what you just said,

     but it sounded real nice.


       FRANK

     Shakespeare.


(pause)

     He's European.


       COLE

     Ah.


       JESSE

     You want to write that down for me

     so I can say it to Zee?
     The post finally drops straight into the hole. Jesse and
     Cole shrug into shirts and grab a pitcher of lemonade.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)

     Thanks for the help.


       COLE

     After all you did on our farm?


(sips, then)

     You miss it, don't you Jesse?


       JESSE

     The war? What, are you crazy?


(beat)

     There are things I miss about it.


       COLE

     It was exciting.


       JESSE

     But it was a whole lot of killing.

     Why should we miss that?


       COLE

     Because we were good at it?  Hell,

     we were great at it. Jesse, don't

     tell anyone I said this, because

     everybody knows I'm the toughest man

     in this town, but you are one

     terrifying sonofabitch with those

     guns.


       JESSE


(regretful, but not)

     Yeah.
     Frank looks at Jesse thoughtfully. Then all three notice
     ANGLE ON
     A BUGGY that stops at the edge of the property. Ma STEPS
     OUT onto the porch next to Frank to meet:
     A man in a suit, ROLLIN PARKER, and three riders who
     dismount and flank Parker: two DETECTIVES and a big Scot
     with a beard and no moustache, ALAN PINKERTON. Pinkerton is
     wearing a suit and a gun in a high waistband. All four
     advance to the house.


       PARKER

     Howdy, folks. How are you this

     afternoon?


       COLE

     "Howdy"?


       JESSE

     Easterners.


       MA

     We're just fine, thank you, sir.


       PARKER

     I am Rollin H. Parker, personal

     emissary of Mr. Thaddeus Rains,

     president of the Rock Island and

     Pacific Railroad. These two

     gentlemen are Pinkerton detectives,

     working for Mr. Thaddeus Rains,

     president of the Rock Island and

     Pacific Railroad, and this gentleman

     here is the famous Alan Pinkerton,

     founder of the Secret Service and

     now working under contract to Mr.

     Thaddeus Rains.


       JESSE

     Would that be Thaddeus Rains,

     president of the Rock Island and

     Pacific Railroad?


       FRANK

     You know him?


       JESSE

     Heard of him.


       PARKER


(trying to regain


control)

     As you have no doubt heard from

     your neighbors, our railroad is

     moving west.


       JESSE

     That makes sense, as east would put

     you underwater.
     Pinkerton coughs a laugh. Parker glares at him and
     continues.


       PARKER

     ... moving west, opening the

     frontier for folks such as yourself.

     Your acreage here is on the proposed

     right of way.
     Parker produces a piece of paper. Ma takes it.


       PARKER  (CONT'D)

     I'm here for your signature on this

     land sales contract. I'm authorized

     to pay you two dollars an acre.


       MA

     Two dollars?


       PARKER

     That's right. That's the price

     authorized by the railroad's board,

     and approved by the Department of

     the Interior of the Government of

     the United States of America.


       MA

     This land ain't for sale.
     Pinkerton steps forward.


       PINKERTON

     Ma'am, I can understand how you

     might feel that way -- you've made a

     lovely home here. But it's really

     not up to me or you. Are you

     familiar with the legal concept of

     the Right of Eminent Domain?


       FRANK

     Yeah, I am. What about it?
     Parker is surprised. Pinkerton has become interested in
     these farmers.


       PINKERTON

     Well, this land is about to be

     condemned.


       PARKER

     I'm doing you folks a favor --


       COLE

     Said the skinner to the mule.


       PARKER

     -- with a price of two dollars an

     acre for this one time only offer.

     After today the price goes down. So

     if I were you, I'd just sign the

     contract, and I'll be on my way.
     Frank takes the contract from Ma and hands it back to
     Parker.


       FRANK

     Good day, Mr. Parker You can tell

     Mr. Thaddeus Rains to put this where

     the sun don't shine.


(to the boys)

     Shakespeare.


       JESSE/COLE

     Ah.
     Parker flushes with anger. Pinkerton and his men rest their
     hands on their guns.


       PINKERTON

     I don't think you understand. You

     don't have a choice.
     CLICK CLICK and we see Jesse's drawn and cocked two Colts
     from out of thin air. Frank has pulled his rifle from the
     doorway. Parker and the detectives are furious, but
     Pinkerton seems no more than curious.


       PARKER


(to Ma)

     Ma'am. You have to look in your

     heart and do what you know is right

     here.


       MA

     Let me ask the Lord.
     Ma bows her head for a moment. She then nods and looks up.


       MA  (CONT'D)

     The Lord says we can bury 'em out

     back in the orchard, nobody'll ever

     find them.


       JESSE

     Somebody's in a vengeful smiting

     mood today.


       FRANK

     Why don't we just let them go for

     today, Ma. We'll bury them out back

     next time.


       MA

     Oh all right.
     Parker, and the detectives are stepping backward to the
     buggy.


       PARKER

     You people are making a serious

     mistake!
     Pinkerton himself has lingered, taking in the group.


       PINKERTON


(nodding)

     Nicely played.
     Parker, Pinkerton and the detectives RIDE OFF. The group at
     the James house watches them go, then Cole turns to Jesse.


       COLE

     Where the hell did you get those

     guns?
     OFF JESSE'S SHRUG WE





   DISSOLVE TO:
     INT. SCHOOL HOUSE - NIGHT
     Dozens of men and a few women are packed into the one room
     school house. Among them are Frank and Jesse. Doc Mimms is
     leading the meeting.


       FRANK

     I went up to the courthouse and

     looked at the right of way documents

     for the rail bed. The railroad

     doesn't even need our land, they're

     just taking the land on both sides

     for as far as they can.


       JESSE

     Damn. All that reading paid off.


       DOC MIMMS

     Floor recognizes Clell Miller.
     CLELL MILLER, tall and blond, steps forward.


       CLELL

     They're saying we don't sell, we

     might end up with nothing!


       FRANK

     That's only if we don't stick

     together.


       DOC MIMMS


(pointing)

     Loni Packwood.
     LONI PACKWOOD, a sad, scruffy man stands up.


       LONI

     I say this is the last straw. I

     came back from the war, I found my

     house burned down. My cows was dead.

     Now my wife's run off with my

     cousin, Jeb, that sonofabitch.


(tearing up)

     Took my dog--


       DOC MIMMS

     Ah, Loni, about the railroad.


       LONI

     I forget.


(almost weeping)

     Took my dog...
     Another FARMER steps up.


       FARMER

     I signed.


       FRANK

     Harlan, you can't.


       FARMER

     I'm tired of fighting. I'm just

     gonna take my family and move west.


       CLELL

     Maybe we should hire a lawyer.


       FARMER 2

     That's a good idea!


       FRANK

     It would be, if the courts were on

     the up and up.


       CLELL

     So what do we do?
     ANGLE ON
     the school house door as it BANGS open and Bob Younger
     STUMBLES IN, bleeding from a cut on his forehead, being
     supported by Zee.


       BOB

     They got Cole.
     He collapses into a seat. The crowd surrounds him.


       ZEE

     He came to our house, Daddy. I

     figured you'd all want to hear this.
     Jesse and Frank are next to Bob. Zee puts a hand on Jesse's
     shoulder. He notices.


       BOB

     They came up, made the same offer

     they made you folks. Our little

     brother Jim tried to chase 'em off,

     one of those detectives hit him in

     the head, knocked him out. Cole lost

     his temper.


       FRANK


(rubbing his


forehead)

     Oh no...


       BOB

     He just lost his temper a little.


       JESSE


(sighing)

     How many of them did he kill?


       BOB

     Two.


       FRANK

     Damn!


       BOB

     They said because the detectives

     were working for the Department of

     the Interior --


       FRANK

     The Army can hang him.


       BOB

     Tomorrow.


       CLELL

     What do we do?


       JESSE

     Nothing.
     The crowd stares at Jesse.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)

     You folks are going to do nothing.

     You're all going to go home right

     now. So you're going to be able to

     swear on a Bible that you don't know

     anything about what's going to

     happen tomorrow.
     Jesse's gaze is at once noble and terrifying. The crowd
     quietly begins to disperse.


       DOC MIMMS

     Boys...


       JESSE

     Go home, Doc.


(softly)

     They ain't gonna hang no more

     Liberty boys.
     Doc Mimms nods, EXITS.
     Jesse walks to the other end of the school house. Bob,
     Frank, Clell and Loni fall in behind him. The door SWINGS
     OPEN again and Comanche Tom enters with Jim Younger sporting
     six-guns way too big for him.


       COMANCHE TOM

     I couldn't lose him.


       BOB

     Jim Younger, I told you--


       JIM

     It's my fault they're gonna hang

     Cole. I want in.


       FRANK

     Jim, it was just a matter of time

     before they tried to hang somebody

     else to scare off the other farmers.


       JESSE

     And you're too young.


       JIM


(to Jesse)

     I'm the same age you were when you

     went off to war.


       JESSE

     And the same age Web was. No.


       ZEE (O.S.) (O.S.)

     You're wasting time.
     Zee joins them.


       JESSE

     Zee, go home.
     Zee's eyebrows go up.


       ZEE

     Who else was there when they hanged

     the others?
     The men look at each other. Nothing.


       ZEE  (CONT'D)

     You need to know how they do it.

     Which way they walk up. What order

     they do things in. And if you mess

     up rescuing Cole because you won't

     listen to a woman, then God damn you

     all.
     Pause.


       JESSE

     All right. Seven of us against a

     Union regiment and Pinkerton

     detectives in broad daylight in the

     middle of Main Street.
     Jesse smiles.


       BOB

     He's smiling.


       JIM

     Is that bad?


       FRANK

     Very.
     EXT. LIBERTY CITY GALLOWS - THE NEXT DAY
     Soldiers flank the gallows, which stand at the bottom of
     the stairs to City Hall. A small drum corps beats a stark
     rhythm.
     Parker is watching this like a sideshow. Pinkerton is next
     to him, scanning the crowd of locals which is getting larger
     and surlier by the minute.


       PARKER

     Relax, Alan. The Army has this all

     in hand. And Mr. Thaddeus Rains will

     be very pleased with this news.

     Nothing like a hanging to motivate

     the populace to relocate.


       PINKERTON

     It's not my job to relax. I've put

     men facing out both ways down Main

     Street, so nobody can ride in

     shooting. I've got a sharpshooter up

     on the water tower just in case.
     Pinkerton WAVES to a FIGURE in a suit atop the water tower.





        CUT TO:
     EXT. WATER TOWER
     We see it is FRANK JAMES in the suit, who WAVES BACK and
     then kneels and sights down his long rifle. Tucked away
     behind him, out of sight from the street, is a
     bound-and-gagged PINKERTON SNIPER in his underwear.





        CUT TO:
     EXT. GALLOWS
     Cole, his face swollen from a beating, is marched up the
     stairs of the gallows toward the waiting hangman.
     LONG SHOT
     of the gallows, detectives and soldiers down the street on
     both sides, guns ready. The position is completely
     unassailable. Cole is at the platform. His hands are tied in
     front of him. The noose is placed on his neck.
     BACK TO
     The gallows. Parker leans forward in anticipation. A UNION
     LIEUTENANT approaches with the black hood. Cole spits in his
     face. The CROWD ROARS. The Lieutenant angrily motions to the
     HANGMAN, who grabs the lever --
     The drums STOP --
     But the drumming doesn't.
     The drum corps look at each other, confused. The Army men
     and the Pinkertons squint in concentration. There's
     definitely some sort of rhythmic DRUMMING, coming closer...
     The CROWD, sensing something, easing back from the
     gallows...
     The drumming gets LOUDER ...
     EXT. STREET
     REVEAL Fifty-odd CATTLE suddenly STAMPEDING from down the
     street, their hooves creating the drumming!
     REACTION SHOTS as the Pinkertons and Army men start to
     scatter, the cattle surging around them --
     EXT. VIEWING STAND
     ANGLE ON Parker and Alan Pinkerton running for cover,
     Pinkerton half-turned to watch the action.


       PINKERTON

     Brilliant...
     Pinkerton suddenly spots something confusing. We FOLLOW his
     stare to see --
     ANGLE ON
     a HORSE in the middle of the cattle, cutting through the
     steer, towards the gallows.
     THE HANGMAN REACHES FOR THE LEVER AGAIN, BUT JUST AS HE
     DOES -
     Jesse -- masked -- appears from the side of the horse,
     where he's been hanging on Indian-style. He gets a leg up on
     the horse's back and LEAPS --
     SLAMMING into the Hangman, bringing him down!
     The cattle pass the gallows, revealing that the tight ranks
     of the Army and Pinkertons are now spread out --
     EXT. GENERAL STORE
     SMASH! From the nearby GENERAL STORE, the other masked
     rescuers CRASH through the big front window on horseback and
     ride into the Army men, FIRING AWAY.
     TOTAL CHAOS! The Army men and Pinkertons fight towards the
     gallows. As Jesse untangles himself from the Hangman, the
     Union Lieutenant reaches for the lever but BANG drops as
     Frank opens fire.
     Frank starts picking off soldiers. The detectives and
     remaining soldiers are completely disoriented.
     EXT. GALLOWS
     Jesse flashes a knife and the noose drops away from Cole's
     neck. Facing Cole, he cuts the rope on Cole's wrists --
     Cole instantly draws Jesse's guns from his waist holster,
     spin-reverses them and SHOOTS two Union soldiers climbing
     the stairs behind Jesse's back.  Jesse and Cole exchange a
     look, then Jesse steps away --
     As Bob rides by he TOSSES JESSE'S GUNBELT into the air.
     Jesse draws both guns from the belt as it flies by, spins
     and starts shooting.
     EXT. MAIN STREET
     The soldiers have totally broken ranks. One riderless horse
     led by Comanche Tom pulls up by the scaffold. Jesse LEAPS ON
     and Cole jumps on behind him. Jesse puts the spurs to it and
     the horse SURGES into a gap in the crowd.
     Allen Pinkerton steps past the panicking troops, squarely
     in the path of the charging horse. He draws his gun and
     FIRES. The bullet PLOWS into Jesse just as the terrified
     horse lurches forward, TRAMPLING Pinkerton.
     Cole holds Jesse up and the riders take off down the
     street. We see Frank has disappeared from the water tower.
     The soldiers fire at the fleeing liberators. One of the
     detectives runs over to the injured Alan Pinkerton.


       DETECTIVE

     Sir, are you all right?


(shout)

     Somebody get a doctor!
     EXT. MIMMS HOME - NIGHT
     WE SEE one window upstairs with a light on.
     INT. BEDROOM
     Doc Mimms has just finished bandaging Jesse, who lies
     unconscious beneath the sheets. Zee is holding an oil lamp.


       ZEE

     He's going to be fine, right Daddy?


       DOC MIMMS

     The bullet came out clean, but he

     lost a whole lot of blood. Praying

     wouldn't hurt.
     The SOUND OF HOOFBEATS APPROACHES from outside.
     INT. LIVING ROOM
     Doc Mimms opens the door. A UNION OFFICER and a squad of
     soldiers push in.


       OFFICER

     Good evening, sir, we're looking

     for a fugitive.


       DOC MIMMS

     A fugitive? Who?


       OFFICER

     We don't know, but he was very

     badly wounded. We're checking all

     the houses in the area.
     INT. BEDROOM
     Zee hears her father protesting, then FOOTSTEPS on the
     stairs. Quickly she undresses, grabs a quilt from a chest
     and jumps into bed with Jesse. She pulls the quilt up to her
     neck, completely hiding him.
     At that moment, the Officer barges in. Zee lets out a
     little gasp as if startled awake. She covers herself with
     the quilt.


       ZEE

     Sir! Who are you?


       OFFICER

     Oh. Sorry ma'am.


       ZEE

     I should hope so.
     The Officer EXITS. Zee watches the door for a moment, then
     looks down fondly at Jesse.


       ZEE  (CONT'D)

     Jesse, are you awake?


       JESSE


(groggy)

     Mmmm.
     Zee gently pushes his hair off his face. Then her
     expression changes.


       ZEE

     Jesse, is that your hand?


       JESSE

     Nuh-huh ...
     Jesse smiles in his sleep. Zee jumps out of the bed and
     wraps a dressing gown around herself. Doc Mimms enters.


       DOC MIMMS

     They're gone. What are you --


       ZEE

     I fooled them into thinking I was

     alone.


       DOC MIMMS

     Well, I hope the boy pulls through.

     We should know in the morning.


       ZEE


(with a little smile)

     I think he's already feeling better.
     A puzzled Doc Mimms follows her out.
     EXT. LIBERTY MAIN STREET - AFTERNOON - TWO WEEKS LATER
     A lavishly appointed carriage rolls up to the front of the
     nicest hotel in town. Rollin Parker and his retinue of
     Pinkerton detectives scurry to the door.
     The DOOR OPENS. Out steps THADDEUS RAINS, wearing an
     elegant suit he bought in London last year and a scowl he
     picked up in Boston three decades ago. The scowl fits him
     better.


       PARKER

     Mr. Thaddeus Rains, sir, it is a

     pleasure to have you join us in the

     field.


       RAINS

     And it is my pleasure to be here.


       PARKER

     Really!


       RAINS

     NO! It is NOT my pleasure to have

     to leave my board room to come to

     this godforsaken piece of dirt to

     discover why in the name of all that

     is holy you cannot seem to evict a

     few simple farmers from their

     PATHETIC LITTLE MUDHOLES so that I

     may build the GREATEST railroad that

     this country has ever seen!


       PARKER

     I can completely understand your

     distress, sir.
     Rains sighs. As he speaks, he checks a heavy, gold, ornate
     and ever-present POCKETWATCH on a GOLD CHAIN.


       RAINS

     Parker, tell me what's going on so

     I can return as quickly as possible

     to Boston and my whores and cigars,

     not necessarily in that order.


       PARKER

     Two weeks ago, we managed to

     arrange to have the Army hang one of

     the local farmers.


       RAINS

     Good.


       PARKER

     Unfortunately not, sir. A gang of

     local thugs managed to rescue him

     from the gallows. Not only has this

     inspired resistance from the other

     farmers, the redoubtable Mr. Alan

     Pinkerton was seriously injured

     during the incident.


       RAINS

     Leaving you in charge of operations

     until he recovers.


       PARKER


(puffing with pride)

     Yes sir.


       RAINS

     Just perfect.


       PARKER

     A further impediment is that the

     Army garrison has been ordered to

     move on from Liberty. We will no

     longer have that particular stick

     with which to threaten the farmers.


       RAINS

     You see the Army leaving and you

     see the loss of a tool. I see a

     power void to be filled. As we have

     the most power, we may move with

     impunity.


       PARKER

     I see. I'll get together four

     patrols of our detectives for action

     tonight.


       RAINS

     I'll teach these podunks what

     happens when they challenge the

     righteousness of progress.
     EXT. MIMMS HOME - AFTERNOON - THAT SAME DAY
     Zee is on the porch. Jesse COMES THROUGH the door, moving
     gingerly. Zee immediately moves to support him.


       ZEE

     You shouldn't be up.


       JESSE

     I've been on my back two weeks. I'm

     sick of it.


       ZEE

     You're sick of my company?


       JESSE

     No! I mean, of course not. No.


       ZEE

     Teasing you is completely unfair.


       JESSE

     What you do to me is unfair. The

     teasing, I mean.


       ZEE

     I shouldn't tease a hero.


       JESSE

     What?


       ZEE

     Everybody in the county knows it

     was you who rescued Cole. We're all

     so proud of you, Jesse. And not a

     single farm's been sold to the

     railroad since. You're everybody's

     hero.


       JESSE

     I wasn't the only one risking my

     neck that day.


       ZEE

     So you're saying I should leave you

     alone and go spend time with Jimmy

     Younger?


       JESSE

     Unfair. You are completely unfair.
     They look at each other warmly. Frank DRIVES UP in a
     carriage.


       FRANK

     You ready to stop loafing around

     with this young lady and get back to

     farming?


       JESSE

     What do you think?


       FRANK

     Would you get in the carriage?

     Until Ma has you home so she can

     fuss over you herself, she's gonna

     make me miserable.
     Doc Mimms COMES OUT onto the porch.


       JESSE

     What do you say, sir?


       DOC MIMMS

     Go on. You're pretty much all

     healed up.
     Jesse and Zee exchange glances. Zee withdraws demurely into
     the house. Jesse straightens up and hops easily into the
     carriage.


       FRANK

     You're looking a bit more spry now

     that somebody --


       JESSE


(to Frank)

     Shut up.


(to Doc Mimms)

     Uh, Doc, I was wondering if, uh,

     this evening, I could come by?


       DOC MIMMS

     You know you're welcome any time!


       JESSE


(unusually awkward)

     Yesss, but I was thinking, I could

     come by, and then take Zee out. Some

     place near. With other folk. Near.

     Here.


(beat)

     But out.


       DOC MIMMS


(bemused)

     It's fine by me, Jesse.


       FRANK

     Don't worry, sir, I'll make sure

     they're always properly chaperoned.
     Jesse slooooowly turns to glare at Frank.


       DOC MIMMS


(grinning)

     Why, that hadn't even occurred to

     me, Frank. I am deeply in your debt.


       FRANK

     Army's leaving town, so Cole can

     stop hiding up in the woods and come

     back to his farm. Everybody's

     getting together at the Younger

     place for a to-do.
     Frank tips his hat, and the carriage MOVES OFF.
     EXT. BARNYARD - NIGHT
     Dozens of people are milling about happily in the lantern
     light of a Western party. Some are dancing to the small
     banjo-led band. A small knot of men are comparing war
     stories. Cole Younger is wandering among them, people
     clapping his shoulder, shaking his hand.
     Jesse -- formally accompanying Zee -- and Frank arrive at
     the edge of the light. Immediately the entire group bursts
     into applause and crowds Jesse. Cole cuts through and bear
     hugs Jesse, making him wince.


       COLE

     Here's Liberty's favorite son!


(quietly)

     I'll never forget what you did,

     cousin.


       BOB

     Zee, I'm pleased you came.


       ZEE

     Why thank you, Bob.


       BOB

     I'm especially pleased you came

     with Jesse.


(off her look)

     Seeing as right now there's a

     gaggle of girls hoping to dance with

     Jesse who are just going to have to

     settle for the many charms of Bob

     Younger.
     ANGLE ON
     A group of obviously disappointed, beautiful young women.
     Bob runs a hand through his hair.


       JESSE

     You have no shame.


       BOB

     Not yet. But I'm hoping.
     The party starts up again, and everyone is caught up in the
     good times.
     ANGLE ON
     Jesse SWINGING Zee into a group of dancers. They join in
     the Two-Step, and Jesse's as smooth as silk.
     EXT. HILLSIDE - NIGHT - A WHILE LATER
     Jesse, carrying a lantern, and Zee are walking. We can hear
     the party still going just a little ways away. They reach a
     tree at the hilltop with a beautiful view of the stars and
     the river. They sit down, their backs against the tree.


       JESSE

     I used to come to this tree when I

     was a kid and imagine what my life

     would be like when I got older.


       ZEE

     You didn't want to farm?


       JESSE

     I was thinking more along the lines

     of being a river pirate.


       ZEE

     A river pirate.


       JESSE

     Arr. Hand over your jewels, Missy.


       ZEE

     Thank God you grew out of that.


(pause)

     You did grow out of that, didn't

     you?


       JESSE

     Mostly. It would be an all right

     life, for a bachelor.


       ZEE

     You planning on being a bachelor

     your whole life, Jesse James?


       JESSE

     Not if I find the right girl.


       ZEE

     And what's this right girl like?


       JESSE

     Smart. Funny. Bossy. Always makes

     me think she's two steps ahead of

     me. And big buck teeth.


       ZEE

     Where will you find such a girl?


       JESSE

     Honestly, you'd do if only you had

     the buck teeth.
     Zee fakes a monstrous overbite.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)


(dreamy)

     Finally.
     The two move a little closer. Eye contact.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)

     Ahem. "From this doctrine..." No,

     ah... "From women's eyes this

     doctrine I derive, they sparkle

     still like ... shiny... sparkling

     rocks..."


       ZEE

     Sparkling rocks?


       JESSE

     Little ones.


       ZEE

     Is this one of Frank's Shakespeare

     poems you're trying to quote?


       JESSE

     Yep.


       ZEE

     Were you planning on kissing me

     when you finished quoting?


       JESSE

     I've been planning on kissin' you

     for a very long time.
     They kiss. It's everything it should be.
     BOOM!
     Jesse and Zee are startled by a flash of light and sound.
     They turn to look back --
     EXT. YOUNGER BARN
     The partygoers are RUNNING from the YARD to the BARN, which
     is ON FIRE in several different places. As the Younger
     brothers and Frank get close, they see a squad of masked
     riders disappearing down the road. Some of the men SHOOT at
     the riders, but the distance is too great.
     Jim makes a run for the BARN, but Bob grabs him.


       COLE

     BASTARDS! Come back here and face

     me!


       FRANK

     Get buckets!
     Some of the crowd starts to form a bucket line to the well.
     Jesse and Zee RUN UP. Frank turns to him.


       FRANK  (CONT'D)

     Pinkertons. It's the railroad.


       JESSE

     Ma.
     Frank and Jesse bolt for their horses, swing into the
     saddles and GALLOP OFF.
     EXT. JAMES HOUSE
     From a bit down the road, looking just fine. Jesse and
     Frank reign in as relief rushes across their faces --
     AN EXPLOSION tears the house apart like a pile of
     matchsticks! Jesse and Frank urge their horses into a full
     gallop.
     EXT. YARD
     Jesse and Frank leap from their mounts, trying to get close
     to the house. The flames are too strong.


       JESSE

     Ma! Ma!
     Jesse's ventured so close his coat catches fire. Frank
     tears it from him and stamps it out. Jesse ignores him,
     still pacing back and forth in front of the inferno.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)

     Ma! Please!


       MA (O.S.) (O.S.)


(weakly)

     Boys?
     The brothers turn and nearly drop from shock. Ma is
     stumbling toward them, half her hair singed off, brutally
     BURNED.


       FRANK

     Jesus mercy --
     They reach her just as she collapses. Jesse is cradling
     her, Frank with his arms around both of them.


       MA

     Riders --


       JESSE

     We know, Ma. Now we got to get you

     to Doc Mimms.


       MA

     Take care of each other, boys. You

     say your prayers.
     Jesse is openly crying. Frank has tears silently streaming
     down his face.


       JESSE

     Doc Mimms will --


       MA

     Shush.
     Ma's eyes turn up, and she half-smiles.


       MA  (CONT'D)

     Well look at that. The Good Lord's

     a bit shorter than I reckoned.
     Ma gently stops breathing.
     ANGLE ON
     The boys holding Ma, framed by the roaring flames of their
     home. Jesse leans his head back and lets out a HOWL OF RAGE
     AND PAIN AND HATE that goes on and on and on...





   DISSOLVE TO:
     EXT. JAMES FARM - MORNING
     Frank and Jesse are staring at the smoking ruins of their
     lives. Other townsfolk are milling nearby, including Zee and
     the Youngers.


       FRANK

     ... We could move on. Rebuild. Make

     a decent life someplace else.


       JESSE

     Don't care.


       FRANK

     Didn't think you would.


(turning away)

     I'm going to go make the coffin.


       JESSE

     Make a thousand of 'em. Still won't

     be enough by the time I'm through.
     Frank is gone.


       COLE

     Our place, Clell Miller's, Sammy

     Johnston, the Creeders. Will Hite.


       BOB

     The sheriff says it was a gang of

     drunk Kansas boys.


       COLE

     I say we ride into town and kill us

     some Pinkertons and railroad men.


       JIM

     I like that.


       JESSE

     No.
     They stare at him.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)

     This isn't a feud, this is war.

     They've got more men than we do. We

     kill detectives, they can replace

     'em in a day.


       COLE


(snapping)

     So what do we do, General Lee?


       JESSE

     Just like in the war. Harass their

     supply lines. We kill the railroad's

     men, they won't care.


       BOB

     But if we take their money and

     supplies...


       JESSE

     Exactly.


       JIM

     That's a great plan, Jesse!
     Cole nods grudgingly.


       BOB

     I'll get us a few more men, and

     Comanche Tom'll ride with us.


       JIM

     Where do we hit first, Jesse?


       COLE

     I'll pick the first job! I mean...

     I know a girl down at the bank. See

     if she can't get a list of towns

     where the railroad keeps its money.


       JESSE

     Perfect, Cole.


       COLE

     Let's ride.
     The Youngers mount up. Jesse walks to the ruined house,
     pulls a big iron trunk from the wreckage. He KICKS it open,
     reaches in, and pulls out his gun belts. Zee appears behind
     him in what remains of the doorway.


       ZEE

     I am so sorry, Jesse.


       JESSE

     Frank and me have to go away for a

     while.
     Zee considers this, puts her head in close to Jesse's.


       ZEE

     You and I, we've started...

     something, you know?


(Jesse nods)

     I don't know what'll happen if you

     do this.


       JESSE

     Me neither.


       ZEE

     Let the law --


       JESSE

     Laws don't touch men like Thaddeus

     Rains. Only justice does.


       ZEE

     Whose justice? Yours or God's?


(no answer)

     When will you stop?


       JESSE

     When my name makes them cry in

     their sleep. When I've brought them

     to ashes.
     Jesse kisses her gently, turns and walks to where the
     Youngers are standing. Zee can barely conceal her anger and
     heartbreak.





   DISSOLVE TO:
     EXT. FIDELITY BANK AND TRUST - DAY
     ESTABLISHING SHOT of a Midwestern bank on a quiet street.
     INT. FIDELITY BANK
     There are two teller windows, a couple of male customers
     and a MOTHER and CHILD.
     Jesse and Cole ENTER dressed for the trail, longrider coats
     and spurs. Saddlebags are slung over their shoulders.


       JESSE

     Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen,

     but I have bad news. The railroad

     payroll has been stolen.
     The BANK MANAGER steps out from behind his desk.


       MANAGER

     What are you talking about? The

     railroad's money is right over there

     in that safe.
     Jesse draws two guns, Cole produces a shotgun from his coat.


       JESSE

     That safe?


       MANAGER

     Ah.
     EXT. FIDELITY BANK
     Frank James, Bob and Jim Younger, Clell Miller, Loni
     Packwood, Comanche Tom and several new GANG MEMBERS wait
     along both sides of the street in this medium sized
     mid-western town. Some are standing next to their horses,
     some mounted.
     ANOTHER ANGLE
     An OLD MAN with a cane is walking shakily towards the bank.
     Frank jerks his head and Jim intercepts him.


       JIM

     Hold on there, sir. Bank's closed

     today.


       OLD MAN

     Wha?


       JIM

     Bank holiday! Bank's closed!
     Jim tries to steer the old man away. The old man starts
     batting at him with the cane.


       OLD MAN

     Get off me!


       JIM

     Ow! Ow!
     Frank sighs.
     INT. FIDELITY BANK
     Jesse and the Bank Manager are having a staredown.


       MANAGER

     This is outrageous. Who are you

     people?


       JESSE

     The James Gang.


       COLE


(annoyed)

     The James-Younger Gang.


       JESSE

     Sorry.


       COLE

     Don't let it happen again.
     EXT. FIDELITY BANK
     The old man is still smacking Jim with the cane. Bob
     crosses to help.


       BOB

     Sir, it's a bank holiday --
     SMACK SMACK and now the old man's laying the cane on both
     Bob and Jim.


       JIM

     Ow!


       BOB

     Ow ow!
     Frank hangs his head.
     INT. FIDELITY BANK
     Cole turns to the Woman and Child.


       COLE

     Ma'am, kindly cover that child's

     eyes.


       WOMAN

     Why?


       COLE

     I don't want her to see me shoot

     this man.
     The woman covers the child's eyes. Cole raises the shotgun.
     Jesse half covers his eyes and turns his head. The Manager
     swallows.
     EXT. FIDELITY BANK
     Comanche Tom walks over to where the old man is still
     SMACKING Jim and Bob.


       OLD MAN

     I know it ain't no durned bank

     holiday!


       COMANCHE TOM

     You're right, sir.


       OLD MAN

     Then why can't I go in there?


       COMANCHE TOM

     On account of we're robbing it.


       OLD MAN

     Oh. Why didn't you just say so?


       COMANCHE TOM

     It's a secret.


       OLD MAN

     Fine. I'll just wait here.


       COMANCHE TOM

     I'd appreciate that.
     The old man settles against the wall. Comanche Tom moves
     back to his horse. Bob and Jim walk off, glaring at the old
     man.
     INT. SHERRIFF'S OFFICE
     A lean, middle-aged SHERRIFF is walking by his window. His
     DEPUTY is whittling at the desk. The Sherriff pulls up short.


       SHERRIFF

     What the --


       DEPUTY

     What is it?


       SHERRIFF

     Old Man Tucker is just standing

     quiet outside the bank.


       DEPUTY

     So?


       SHERRIFF

     When have you ever known Old Man

     Tucker not to be yelling at

     everybody?
     He takes in the group of riders, reaches for his rifle.
     EXT. FIDELITY BANK
     Jesse and Cole RUN FROM the bank with full saddlebags.
     Everybody MOUNTS UP and starts riding down main street.


       FRANK

     How'd it go in there?


       JESSE

     Fine. How'd it go out here?


       FRANK

     We're gonna have to talk...
     BANG! The gang flinches as a chunk of wood splinters from a
     post. They turn to see the Sherriff running out in front of
     them, raising his rifle --
     The entire Gang draws their guns. Jesse raises a hand.


       JESSE

     Sir, you can do this the smart way,

     or the stupid way. Only one way ends

     with you still breathin'.
     The Sherriff takes in the Gang's firepower. He lowers the
     rifle.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)


(to the Gang)

     Just 'cause we're robbing a bank,

     no reason not to be civil about it.
     The Gang turns and RIDES OFF hard.
     The DEPUTY walks up to the Sherriff a beat later.


       SHERRIFF

     Where the hell were you?


       DEPUTY

     I had you covered.


(beat)

     From back there.


       SHERRIFF

     Shit.





   DISSOLVE TO:
     EXT. CAMP - NIGHT
     A bonfire burns in the middle of a rough camp in the woods.
     The Gang members are sitting around, relaxing and drinking
     coffee. All eyes are on Jesse and Cole as they finish
     counting the money.


       JESSE

     I got seven thousand.


       COLE

     I got three.


       BOB

     Ten thousand dollars! That's almost

     a thousand apiece!
     The men HOOT AND HOLLER.


       LONI

     My luck is changing at last!
     Cole holds up a pile of papers.


       COLE

     These are deeds and mortgages of

     farms the bank was holding for the

     railroad.


       BOB

     Better pass them over here before

     something happens to 'em.
     Cole goes to hand the papers to Bob and "accidentally"
     drops them in the fire. The men CHEER again.


       JESSE

     All right, settle down. All this

     money ain't ours.


       BOB

     Well, no, Jesse, it was the bank's.

     That's why we had to go to all that

     trouble of stealing it.


(to Frank)

     You explain it to him.


       JESSE

     We oughta take some of this, give

     it to our neighbors in Liberty. Lot

     of people hurting up there.


       CLELL

     None of them risked their necks for

     this.


       FRANK

     Now, let's think about this. We

     create some good will with the folks

     hereabouts, make it easier to dodge

     the law.


       JESSE

     See, Frank's being smart about this.


       COLE

     Just because he reads all those

     books and knows all those big words

     doesn't make him smart.


       BOB

     Uhh, yeah it does.


       COLE

     You stay out of this, Bob.


       JIM

     I think Jesse's got a good idea --


       COLE

     You stay out of this too, Jim.


(to Jesse)

     Who put you in charge of this gang,

     anyway, Jesse? I did mighty fine

     leading us during the War.


       JESSE

     And I planned getting you off the

     hangman's deck --


       FRANK

     And that's why you both lead the

     gang. Two of you went into that bank

     together, right?
     Jesse and Cole nod, still watching each other.


       FRANK  (CONT'D)

     Two heads are better than one. All

     Jesse was doing was making a

     suggestion.
     Jesse nods, his face giving nothing up.


       FRANK  (CONT'D)

     So we're waiting to hear what you

     think of the suggestion. As the

     other leader of the gang.
     Cole considers this.


       COLE

     I reckon it's the smart thing to do.
     The other Gang members grumble. Cole whirls on them.


       COLE  (CONT'D)

     Hey! We decide something, that's

     it! We're in this for the long haul,

     and this idea of me and Jesse's will

     help give us more places to hide out

     without worrying about some farmer

     with a shotgun sneakin' up on us in

     our sleep. We've got to think --


       FRANK

     Strategically.


       COLE

     -- Exactly. Because this is a war.


       CLELL

     This ain't no war.
     The Gang is taken aback by this blatant contradiction. Then
     a smile spreads across Clell's face.


       CLELL  (CONT'D)

     Nobody paid me no thousand dollars

     to fight in the War!
     The Gang LAUGHS, and the tension is broken. Jesse and Cole
     slap each other's shoulders, and everyone starts counting
     their money and talking all at once.
     INT. SALOON - DAY
     The crowded saloon is alive with music, card-playing, and
     dancing girls. Various James Gang members are playing cards
     and drinking. Jesse, Cole, and Frank are at the bar.


       COLE

     It's not a bank.


       JESSE

     It's better. It's a construction

     depot. They'll have the strongbox

     and some ammo and explosives for us

     to take. That way we can take on a

     bigger job.


       FRANK

     And it's guarded by Pinkerton

     detectives.


       JESSE

     And I do so want to shoot some

     Pinkerton detectives.
     Jesse and Cole grin and slap each other on the back. Jim
     BURSTS in waving a newspaper. He quickly runs to the bar.


       JIM


(stage whispering)

     We're famous!
     Jesse takes the paper.


       JESSE

     I'll be damned!
     The other Gang members drift over to the bar.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)


(reading)

     "The Fidelity Bank and Trust was

     robbed on Tuesday by a gang of

     twenty heavily armed men."


       COLE

     Twenty?!


       LONI

     What are the odds, another gang

     robbing the same place right after

     we did.


       BOB

     Yeah, Loni, that's exactly what

     happened.


       JESSE

     "The outlaws calling themselves the

     James-Younger Gang shot their way

     out of town, wounding the Sherriff

     and three other townsfolk."


       BOB

     Hey!


       JESSE

     "Bank officials estimate the loss

     at fifty thousand dollars."


       CLELL

     We only got ten thousand.


       COMANCHE TOM

     This happens all the time when you

     let the white man count the money.


       JESSE

     "The U.S. District Marshal at St.

     Louis called this the first daylight

     bank robbery in American history."
     Jim whistles.


       JIM

     We made history. That's something

     to be proud of.


       COLE

     The rest of this is all lies.


       JESSE

     That just means the next time,

     we'll have to set the record

     straight ourselves.
     The Gang looks at him.
     EXT. THAXTON SWITCH DEPOT - NIGHT
     Half finished railroad tracks run alongside a few sheds and
     an office building.
     ANGLE ON
     The TRAIN TRACKS as the James-Younger Gang rides at full
     gallop. A rapid series of SEQUENTIAL EXPLOSIONS follows
     them, destroying the track for hundreds of yards.
     EXT. THAXTON SWITCH DEPOT - MORNING
     The entire work camp is DESTROYED. SMOKE still hangs over
     the twisted wreckage, a few wagons smolder, it looks like
     Omaha Beach at D-DAY plus 20.  Thaddeus Rains is surveying
     the damage with Parker.


       PARKER

     They exchanged fire with the

     Pinkerton Guards, killing several of

     them. Then they raided the payroll

     office and blew the tracks for half

     a mile.


       RAINS

     How much did they get from the safe?


       PARKER

     Thirty-five thousand, sir. Coins

     and currency. And the delay from the

     miles of destroyed track --


       RAINS

     I'll kill them for blowing up my

     railway!


       PARKER

     To be precise, they didn't blow up

     the tracks.


       RAINS

     THEN WHO DID?!


       PARKER

     We did.
     Rains stares at him. Parker swallows.


       PARKER  (CONT'D)

     ... I mean, our men. Our own

     workers planted the dynamite.


(beat)

     They were under duress.
     Rains controls his cerebral hemorrhage through sheer force
     of will. He checks his pocket watch, then says through
     gritted teeth:


       RAINS

     Where the hell is Pinkerton?
     The SOUND OF HORSES makes them turn.
     ANGLE ON
     A fancy carriage that pulls up. WE SEE the ground beneath
     the carriage. A boot hits the ground. Then another. Then the
     tip of a cane.
     REVEAL Alan Pinkerton now moving toward Rains and Parker,
     limping from when Jesse's horse trampled him. He has a
     newspaper folded up under one arm.


       RAINS  (CONT'D)

     Look at this, Pinkerton! They got

     the payroll, and this damage will

     set construction back two months at

     least.


       PINKERTON


(surveying)

     Not to mention my men who lost

     their lives.


       PARKER

     Your men knew the risks.


       RAINS

     What is going on here, man?


       PINKERTON

     My professional opinion is that you

     have managed to piss off the wrong

     bunch of farm boys this time.


       PARKER

     They had to be dealt with!


       PINKERTON

     By burning down their homes?


       RAINS

     You wouldn't have done that?


       PINKERTON

     Oh no, I would have done that. But

     I would have made sure I killed

     them, too.


       RAINS

     I want them arrested and hanged!


       PINKERTON

     Would a jury around here convict

     their own? I think not. We're

     beginning an interesting game here,

     Mr. Rains.


       RAINS

     This is no game.


       PINKERTON

     I'm afraid our adversaries don't

     agree.
     He hands Rains the paper. Rains' eyes bug out. He begins to
     read aloud.


       RAINS


(reading)

     "A Rock Island and Pacific Railroad

     depot was robbed two nights ago just

     outside St. Louis, Missouri. The

     brave and daring James-Younger Gang

     was heavily outnumbered by Pinkerton

     detectives, but the city lawmen were

     no match for the guns of the West."


       PINKERTON

     It is a nice piece of writing.


       RAINS

     "The gang made off with thirty-five

     thousand dollars and also destroyed

     the Thaxton Switch construction,

     meaning that for a few months honest

     farmers will be able to sleep

     without fearing the railroad is

     coming to steal their land!"


(he slams the paper


into Parker's chest)

     Who wrote this!? I'll see him

     hanged every Tuesday for a month!


       PINKERTON

     Oh, that's the best part.
     He points Rains to the bottom of the article.


       RAINS

     "The foregoing article was sent to

     the newspaper. It was reputedly

     written by the outlaw --


(exploding)

     Jesse James himself!"
     Rains crushes the paper in his hands, raging as he surveys
     his destroyed rail tracks.





        CUT TO:
     INT. MIMMS HOME - DAY
     Doc Mimms is reading a paper to Zee.


       DOC MIMMS

     "...written by the outlaw Jesse

     James himself."
     Zee is pacing.


       ZEE

     He thinks this is some kind of game!


       DOC MIMMS

     I'm upset too, Zee, but Jesse and

     Cole know what they're doing. I'm

     sure they won't press their luck.
     Zee looks at him. Doc Mimms sighs.


       DOC MIMMS  (CONT'D)

     I know. But the Lord protects

     madmen and prophets, and

     Jesse's...one of them. I'm just not

     sure which.





   DISSOLVE TO:
     EXT. RAILROAD TRACKS - DAY
     A freight train is coming. We can see "Rock Island and
     Pacific Railroad" written across the side.
     INT. ENGINE CAB
     The ENGINEER nudges the fireman.


       ENGINEER

     Look at that.
     Outside, along the railbed, members of the James Gang are
     holding a series of signs, each one a dozen yards after the
     other. The engineer reads each one as they pass.


       ENGINEER  (CONT'D)


(reading)

     "Better... slow... down...

     dynamite... ahead... too late...

     you're dead!"
     The engineer and the fireman look up. Ahead of them on the
     track is an overloaded wagon with barrels marked "TNT".
     The engineer slams on the brakes. The high pitched scream
     of steel on steel sounds out over the avalanche of sparks
     flying from the wheels.
     EXT. TRAIN TRACKS
     The train stops juuuuust in time. The front of the engine
     is inches away from the wagon.
     INT. ENGINE
     Jesse sticks his head in, guns drawn.


       JESSE

     That was a fine piece of driving,

     yes sir.
     He looks at the wagon. The engineer and fireman follow his
     gaze.
     EXT. TRAIN TRACKS
     Comanche Tom and Jim Younger climb on top of the wagon,
     kick over some barrels. They're empty, without even a top or
     bottom.
     INT. ENGINE
     Jesse grins as the engineer and fireman hang their heads.
     INT. BANK - DAY
     Jesse and Frank walk into a large bank dressed in suits.
     Just inside the door, Frank notices something odd and
     nudges Jesse. It's a "Wanted" poster. "Frank and Jesse
     James. $5,000 reward."
     They look back and forth at the artist's sketches and each
     other. They shake their heads "no."
     Jesse walks over to the teller's window. He hands a bill to
     the TELLER.


       JESSE

     Could you change this please?


       TELLER


(studying it)

     Sir, this bill is counterfeit!
     Jesse draws. Frank whistles and Cole, Bob and Jim burst in.


       JESSE

     I don't think it's counterfeit. Do

     you mind if I take a look at all

     your real bills to compare?


       FRANK

     It's the scientific method. It's

     all the rage.
     INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
     IN a richly paneled conference room, a group of BANKERS,
     POLITICIANS and RAILROAD OFFICIALS are gathered around a
     large table. On the table is a map with a dozen red markers.
     Thaddeus Rains and Alan Pinkerton are studying the map.


       RAINS

     Senator, can't you do anything?
     A Missouri SENATOR shakes his head.


       SENATOR

     The people see the James-Younger

     Gang as heroes against the Eastern

     businessmen. This is not an area

     where men in suits are much loved.


       RAINS

     Pinkerton, why can't you get these

     outlaws?


       PINKERTON

     It's early in the game yet, Mr.

     Rains. Jesse James and I are just

     learning how each other moves,

     feeling out each other's patterns.


       RAINS

     I'm losing millions of dollars and

     months of time while you play chess

     with these farmers!


       PINKERTON

     Hardly farmers. I've done some

     checking. All these were in the War.

     These men know sabotage, tactics,

     and have four years of bloody

     fighting experience behind them.

     They are disciplined, well-trained

     and have a charismatic leader. If I

     were to design the perfect outlaw

     band, this gang is what I would

     create.


       RAINS

     So you can't tell me anything?


       PINKERTON

     It's going to be a long winter.
     Rains pounds the table.
     MONTAGE: VARIOUS SHOTS
     -- THE GANG On horseback, firing back at a posse.
     -- THE GANG RIDES THROUGH A FIELD
     Where dozens of sharecroppers are sweating away. They leave
     a wake of twenty dollar gold certificates fluttering in the
     furrows and hanging in the corn.
     -- PINKERTON, LEADING TWENTY DETECTIVES,
     RIDING HARD up to a crossroad. With a wave of his hand,
     never stopping, he splits one group off to head East, and he
     and the others head West.
     WALL OF "WANTED" POSTERS
     Marked the "James-Younger Gang." The James brothers and
     Younger brothers nod at the likenesses, which are getting
     better. All except Bob, who stares at his in disbelief. It
     looks nothing like him.
     Jesse tears down his poster and autographs it for a young
     boy.
     EXT. OPEN RANGE
     The Gang is riding hard. Cole and Jesse look over their
     shoulders, nod to each other, and WHISTLE.
     The men bring their horses down to an easy pace.


       JIM

     I never thought that posse was

     gonna give up.


       FRANK

     They were admirably persistent.


       COLE

     Jesse, we got to have a word.


       JESSE

     Sure, cousin.


       COLE

     All the posters and newspapers are

     calling this bunch the

     "James-Younger Gang."


       JESSE

     Yep.


       COLE

     Why aren't we the "Younger-James

     Gang"? I mean, there's three Younger

     brothers and only two James brothers

     here.


       JIM

     I kinda like the sound of the

     James-Younger Gang.


       COLE


(bristling)

     Whose side you on?


       BOB

     No, Jimmy has a point. The

     Younger-James Gang could be

     confusing.


       COLE

     How?


       BOB

     Say we bust into a bank. We yell

     "We're the Younger-James Gang!"

     People are gonna be thinking, "The

     younger James Gang? Is there an

     older James Gang? How come we never

     heard of the older James gang?" So

     people are trying to figure that out

     instead of raising their arms.


       JESSE

     Can't argue with that.
     Cole rolls his eyes.


       COLE

     I think you boys are missing the

     point here...
     They continue to argue as they ride off.


       JIM

     How about "James-Younger" for the

     bank jobs and "Younger-James" for

     the train robberies?


       BOB

     See, that's even more confusing,

     people'll think there's two gangs...
     EXT. WESTERN STREET - DAY
     Comanche Tom RIDES UP to the building marked Marshall's
     Office.
     A MARSHALL and a dozen PINKERTON DETECTIVES are sitting
     around the porch. Tom leaps off his horse.


       COMANCHE TOM

     You 'um big lawman?


       MARSHALL

     Yeah, Injun. What do you want?


       COMANCHE TOM

     Great Chief of St. Louis send me.


       MARSHALL

     The District Marshall


       MARSHALL (CONT'D)

     Of St. Louis?


       COMANCHE TOM

     Ho-yah. Him say tell Big Lawman in

     Carville that badman Jesse James

     riding toward Rising Sun, above

     Great River, near Eagle Rock.


       MARSHALL

     East? East above the river heading

     for the Eagle Pass?


       COMANCHE TOM

     Ho-yah!
     The Marshall turns to his men.


       MARSHALL

     I want every man in town! We can

     cut off Jesse James before he

     crosses out of my territory! Let's

     go!
     The posse quickly mounts up. The Marshall tosses Comanche
     Tom a coin.


       MARSHALL  (CONT'D)

     Go ahead to the saloon. But don't

     get too drunk!


       COMANCHE TOM

     Me get heap firewater --
     The posse RIDES OFF.


       COMANCHE TOM  (CONT'D)

     -- you cretins.
     Comanche Tom flips the coin over his shoulder. From around
     the corner THUNDERS the James Gang. They ride up to the
     building marked "Bank" right next to the Marshall's office.
     The Gang dismounts, runs in.
     An improbably short time later, the Gang members run back
     out with full saddlebags and mount up. Comanche Tom RIDES
     OFF with them.


       FRANK

     Nice performance, Tom.


       COMANCHE TOM

     I feel dirty.
     INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY - MONTHS LATER
     The same men in suits and the same map, only now with more
     red markers on it.  In the center of the group are Thaddeus
     Rains, Rollin Parker and Alan Pinkerton.


       RAINS

     Pinkerton. It's been eight months.

     I see robberies. I see hold ups. But

     I do not see men on the end of

     nooses.


       PINKERTON

     All of the James Gang's encounters

     have been with local law enforcement

     who, quite frankly, are no match for

     this group's cunning.


       PARKER

     What about your detectives? They

     haven't --
     Pinkerton suddenly CLOSES on Rains and Parker. Rains
     doesn't back down, but we are acutely aware of the fact that
     Alan Pinkerton is a big, violent Scotsman. He never raises
     his voice here, but then again -- he doesn't have to.


       PINKERTON


(to Parker)

     First of all: you, shut up.


(to Rains)

     Now, you've given me a thousand

     miles of railroad to cover. Every

     time the James Gang strikes, we

     shift a hundred detectives to that

     area. But there's just too much open

     land, too many riverbeds to ride,

     caves to hide in. This gang operates

     across four states, often riding a

     hundred miles between jobs.


       RAINS

     I can't believe this.


       PINKERTON

     And there are some towns in

     Missouri where James and his men can

     walk openly, as heroes.


       PARKER

     How can that be?


       PINKERTON

     They donate money to farmers, to

     churches. Rumor has it they gave the

     sharecroppers of Maddox so much

     money they were able to build a

     school.


       RAINS

     With my money!


       PARKER

     We should go burn that school to

     the ground, sir!


       PINKERTON


(dryly)

     Yes, that's the way to win the

     locals back to our side.


       RAINS

     I demand action.


       PINKERTON

     No, you demand results. They are

     not the same thing. And if you want

     results, you will let me do my job

     as I see fit. Unless of course,


(jerking his head at


Parker)

     You want this fool to saddle up and

     take another run at it?


       RAINS

     Can't you tell me anything?


       PINKERTON

     It's going to be a long spring.
     MONTAGE: VARIOUS SHOTS
     -- THE GANG RIDES ALONGSIDE A PAYROLL COACH, The COACH is
     marked with the "Rock Northern Railroad" logo.
     Suddenly Pinkerton guards leap up from hiding places in the
     coach and start firing! The gang fires back dropping two of
     the men.
     BANK WINDOW
     Old "Wanted" posters are replaced by a new set.
     THE COACH IS STOPPED
     Jesse and Frank are pulling the payroll off as the rest of
     the Gang keeps their guns on the remaining Pinkertons. Two
     dead Pinkertons lie on the ground.


       JESSE

     See, that's a shame. If people

     would just hand over the money and

     not shoot at us --
     Loni looks at something in his hand.


       BOB

     What's that?


       LONI

     Lucky Rabbit's foot. Took it off

     that dead fella over there.


       BOB

     I don't think that one's working,

     Loni.
     Loni pockets the charm.
     -- JESSE, FRANK, AND THE YOUNGER BROTHERS Sit heads bowed
     in a small country church as the collection plate is passed.
     Jesse drops in a handful of twenty dollar gold pieces.
     -- A GROUP OF BOYS SWARM AROUND JESSE,
     Getting him to autograph his "WANTED! $10,000 REWARD DEAD
     OR ALIVE!" Poster. The Gang is all there, admiring the new
     posters. The likenesses are remarkable -- except for Bob's.
     It still looks nothing like him. And we can see Cole is not
     pleased at all the attention Jesse's getting.
     -- PINKERTON IN THE BOARD ROOM WITH HIS MAP,
     Directing his lieutenants on how to cover the territory.
     -- THE GANG CAROUSING IN A SALOON.
     Jesse is off to one side, writing a letter on fancy
     stationery. Frank is coaching him.
     AT THE MIMMS HOME,
     Doc Mimms hands Zee the envelope we just saw Jesse working
     with. Zee takes the envelope and tosses it into the burning
     fireplace.
     INT. WHITTLY BANK - DAY
     Jesse, Cole, Frank, and Bob are in the middle of a
     stick-up. All the BANK PATRONS have their hands up.


       JESSE

     Okay, folks, I think we know how

     this is going to go...


       BOB

     One false move and I'll blow your

     heads off!
     Jesse, Frank, and Cole look at Bob.


       JESSE

     Beg pardon?


       BOB

     You heard me, Jesse. You know how

     crazy I get!
     Jesse and Cole turn to the HEAD TELLER.


       JESSE

     'Scuse us.


       HEAD TELLER

     Think nothing of it.
     Jesse and Cole cross to Bob.


       COLE

     We got a problem here, brother?


       BOB


(low)

     Frankly, yes. I'm feeling a little

     left out.


       JESSE


(sighing)

     This is about the "Wanted!"

     Posters, isn't it.


       BOB

     Yes. I am obviously not standing

     out in people's minds at the

     robberies.


       COLE


(to Jesse)

     This is your fault for hogging all

     the publicity.


       JESSE

     Hold on, hold on, we all know Bob

     is an important part of the gang.
     Frank arrives.


       FRANK

     Gents, we are in the middle of

     something here.


       JESSE

     Bob's upset.


       FRANK

     The posters?


       JESSE/COLE

     Yeah.


       BOB

     Don't say "yeah" in that voice.

     This is important.
     Frank, Jesse, and Cole exchange looks. They turn back to
     the now puzzled crowd.


       FRANK

     Pardon the delay, folks, but we had

     to get Mad Bob Younger under control!


       JESSE

     Bob here'll kill a man for

     sneezing, and he's the best shot in

     the gang.


       HEAD TELLER

     Better than you, Jesse?


       JESSE

     Bob Younger taught me how to shoot!
     The crowd MURMURS APPRECIATIVELY.


       FRANK

     Now, we would like to get back to

     the robbery.


       HEAD TELLER

     Of course.
     The Head Teller starts filling a saddlebag with money. Bob
     glares at a few people, then nods at Jesse. Jesse winks back.





   DISSOLVE TO:
     INT. SALOON - NIGHT
     The place is alive with song, gambling, and the money the
     James Gang is dropping. At one table, Loni Packwood lays
     down his poker hand. As the other players moan, he rakes in
     the pot.


       CLELL

     Damn, Loni, you're lucky.


       LONI

     Luckiest man in the West, now that

     I'm riding with Jesse James!
     He raises his lucky rabbit's foot in toast to Jesse, who is
     at the bar nursing a bottle of whisky with Frank.
     ANGLE ON
     Jesse and Frank at the bar.


       JESSE

     This has been a good year.


       FRANK

     Jesse, we're outlaws.


       JESSE

     And we're good at it.


       FRANK

     It got to you, didn't it. All the

     killing in the war. You need it now.


       JESSE

     You've killed your fair share of

     men.


       FRANK

     If I could go back to farming --


       JESSE

     That's a lie. You could've bought a

     dozen farms with the money we've

     stolen.


       FRANK

     I can't quit and leave you alone. I

     can't quit until you quit. Ma

     would've wanted it that way.


       JESSE

     We're doing this for Ma.


       FRANK

     Maybe it started out that way. But

     now...


       JESSE

     What do you want me to say, Frank?

     I was killing men when I was

     fifteen. I like getting shot at. I

     like riding out of town with a posse

     at my back. This is a helluva better

     life than farming.


       FRANK

     A better life than the one you

     could have had with Zee?
     Jesse HURLS the whisky bottle against the wall. At the
     CRASH the saloon falls silent. Every eye turns to the James
     boys. Frank stands up.


       FRANK  (CONT'D)

     I'll bet you every dollar we've

     stolen that she hasn't read a single

     one of the letters you've sent her.
     Jesse is boiling. His hand twitches.


       FRANK  (CONT'D)

     You going to throw down on me,

     Jesse?
     Jesse's jaw is grinding.


       JESSE

     Don't do this, Frank. You know I

     love you.
     Frank nods, embraces his brother. The saloon noise STARTS
     UP again. Frank steps away.


       FRANK

     We're drunk.


       JESSE

     Oh yeah.


       FRANK

     Just do me a favor. Think about

     what this is costing everybody. Not

     just the railroad.
     Jesse nods and Frank EXITS. Jim Younger, also drunk, steps
     up.


       JIM

     You okay, Jesse?


       JESSE

     Yeah. Hey, are you drinking whisky?

     You're too young to be drinking

     whisky.


       JIM

     Not too young to shoot a man, not

     to young to drink.


       JESSE


(jolted)

     I guess so.


       JIM

     I was always jealous Web Mimms got

     to go off and fight with you and

     Cole. Now it's my turn.
     Jesse takes this in silently.


       JESSE

     Jim, you been with a girl yet?


       JIM

     Tonight? Why, I'm just getting

     ready to turn on the Younger charm.
     Jesse raises an eyebrow.


       JIM  (CONT'D)

     Well, not exactly.


       JESSE

     You been with a girl ever?


       JIM


(insulted)

     Hell yeah! I been with...


(sighs)

     Uh, not exactly. It's just, I don't

     want to get one of these paid

     ladies, you know?


       JESSE

     I think so.


       JIM

     You and Frank and Cole, and even

     Bob, get all these girls because

     you're good looking and famous. You

     don't have to pay. They just look at

     me like I'm the baby brother.


(then)

     Don't tell anyone, okay Jesse?


       JESSE

     I swear.


       JIM


(whispering)

     Tell you something else.


(belches)

     I can't drink that good neither.

     I'm going to go outside and throw up.


       JESSE

     You do that.
     Jim stumbles away and OUT THE DOOR. We hear him THROWING UP
     ENERGETICALLY a moment later. Jesse thinks for a moment,
     beckons over the bartender.
     INT. SALOON - A FEW MINUTES LATER
     Jim stumbles back in. A pretty young woman, LYLA,
     approaches him.


       LYLA

     Excuse me. Are you Jim Younger?
     Jim pulls himself together.


       JIM

     Why, yeah.


       LYLA

     I hope you don't mind, Jesse James

     told me your name.


       JIM


(crestfallen)

     Oh, you were talking to Jesse.


       LYLA

     Yes, but just so I could find out

     who you were.
     Jim brightens.


       JIM

     Really?


       LYLA

     I hope I'm not being too forward.


       JIM

     Not at all.


       LYLA

     I just though you were awful cute.


       JIM

     Thank you, Miss -- ?


       LYLA

     Lyla Devereux.


       JIM

     Gosh, that's a pretty name. Buy you

     a drink?


       LYLA

     Could we go upstairs and talk? It's

     so loud down here.


       JIM


(trying to stay


smooth)

     Why don't we get a bottle of sherry

     to sip while we talk?


       LYLA

     That is so gentlemanly of you.
     As they head to the bar, WE SEE Jesse slide some money to
     the bartender.


       JIM


(crossing)

     Devereux. My brother Cole dated a

     European girl once.


       LYLA

     Really?


       JIM

     Don't talk about it much, though.
     INT. CONFERENCE ROOM
     Parker is leading Rains into the room. Rains SNAPS SHUT his
     ever-present Pocketwatch.


       PARKER

     The final route for the railroad is

     complete.


       RAINS

     I look forward to seeing it.
     A group of RAILROAD MEN wait around, wearing forced smiles.
     Parker shows Rains the map.
     REVEAL the wall-sized map of the United States. The plainly
     marked RAIL LINE extends due west from New York, through
     Philadelphia, a straight shot west --
     -- until it reaches Missouri, where it takes a painfully
     obvious swing in a large semi-circle south of the state,
     then swings up again and continues due west.
     Rains takes this in. Parker and the railroad men are trying
     to look casual.


       RAINS  (CONT'D)

     Parker.


       PARKER

     Sir?


       RAINS

     What is that?


       PARKER

     What, sir?
     Suddenly, viciously, Rains GRABS PARKER BY THE NECK and
     SLAMS his face against the map.


       RAINS


(calmly)

     That.


       PARKER


(strangled)

     Oh, that. I'll let Jenkins explain.
     Rains drops Parker, who slides to the floor stunned. He
     turns to JENKINS, who is suddenly in an open area cleared by
     the retreating railroad men.


       JENKINS

     Sir.


       RAINS

     Jenkins.


       JENKINS

     We've done a financial study of the

     construction costs projected into --


       RAINS

     Jenkins.


       JENKINS

     It's cheaper to go around Jesse

     James, sir. Even with the detour and

     the extra track. It's just cheaper.
     Rains turns to look at the map.


       RAINS

     So he's won.


       PINKERTON (O.S.) (O.S.)

     No.
     ANGLE ON
     The entire group looking at a serene Pinkerton staring at
     the James Gang tracking map, which is now festooned with red
     markers.


       PINKERTON  (CONT'D)

     Every three months, the James Gang

     circles back to the vicinity of

     Liberty, Missouri. They always pull

     a job right before they return,

     probably to have extra money to give

     family and friends.


       RAINS

     In English, Pinkerton.


       PINKERTON

     There are only four banks within

     that travel radius which they have

     not robbed.


       RAINS

     Can you put men at all four?


       PINKERTON

     No need. I have another tool at my

     disposal which will narrow it down

     to one bank.


       RAINS

     What is that?


       PINKERTON


(smiling)

     Why, their intense hatred of you,

     of course.
     The room holds its breath. Rains begins to smile back.
     EXT. WESTERN TOWN - EVENING
     A populous town with the fanciest SALOON we've seen yet.
     EXT. SALOON - SIDEWALK - EVENING
     Out on a sidewalk, Jesse stands alone at the edge of the
     building. He's holding an envelope.
     HIS POV reveals the address: "Miss Zerelda Mimms, Liberty,
     Missouri."
     BACK TO SHOT
     as Jesse reaches up to the street lantern and lights the
     envelope on fire. He drops it to the ground and watches it
     smolder.
     Bob Younger walks up, holding a "Wanted" poster.


       BOB

     Finally.
     Jesse looks, grins. The sketch is a dead ringer for Bob.


       BOB  (CONT'D)

     The things a fella has to do to get

     a little respect around here...


       JESSE

     You are a fine figure of a man.


       BOB

     Listen, Jesse, we've got a problem.


(off his look)

     It's Cole.


       JESSE

     He's been full of vinegar lately.


       BOB

     He's planning a job.


       JESSE

     What?


       BOB

     Listen, he's my brother and I don't

     want to start trouble...


       JESSE

     Tell me.
     INT. SALOON - GAMBLING ROOM
     Back in a semiprivate card room, Cole is talking to the
     rest of the Gang.


       COLE

     It'll be the biggest score yet.


       JESSE (O.S.) (O.S.)

     What will be?
     Jesse and Frank step from the shadows. Cole tosses them a
     newspaper.


       COLE

     Hyperion Bank, two day's ride from

     Liberty. They've got a hundred

     thousand dollars in railroad money

     just sitting there.
     Jesse tosses the paper aside.


       JESSE

     Smells funny, it being mentioned in

     the paper.


       COLE

     If you'd read about it first, you'd

     have no problems.


       JESSE

     What are you saying?


       COLE

     I've robbed just as many banks as

     you have! I know this town, and I

     know this bank, and I say it's an

     easy job.


       JESSE

     You're forgetting who's in charge --


       FRANK


(calming him)

     Jesse.


       COLE

     Oh, you're in charge? We ain't

     partners any more, Jesse? You tell

     Cole Younger where and when to ride?


       FRANK

     Cole, he didn't mean that.


       JESSE

     You taking sides against me, now,

     Frank?


       FRANK

     No, I --


       COLE

     So being with me is being against

     you? Well, we don't want to do that!

     None of us poor idiots want to go up

     against the famous Jesse James,

     greatest outlaw who ever lived!
     Jesse glares at Cole. The Gang is murmuring amongst
     themselves.


       COLE  (CONT'D)

     That's what the newspapers say.

     Weren't for Jesse James, this gang

     wouldn't be able to find a goat's

     ass with a stick.


       BOB

     What?
     Clell Miller leans forward.


       CLELL

     You have got mighty full of

     yourself lately, Jesse.


       JESSE

     You think so. You all do?


(to Frank)

     You?
     Frank hesitates a half-second too long.


       JESSE  (CONT'D)


(spitting)

     Beautiful.


       COLE

     Now the one time one of us comes up

     with an idea --


       JESSE

     A bad idea.


       COLE

     I got us through the War all right.


       JESSE

     And almost got hanged in peacetime.


       COLE

     That's it.
     Cole LUNGES for Jesse, and in a flash they're
     streetfighting, all elbows and knees and rib punches,
     GRUNTING and SWEARING. Frank and Bob try to break it up, but
     it's too fierce.


       COMANCHE TOM

     Let them fight it out. The poison

     needs to leave the wound, to heal.
     Jesse lands a ROUNDHOUSE, knocking Cole away. Cole goes for
     his gun, and in a blur they've both DRAWN and stand facing
     each other with cocked six-guns. The Gang watches in stunned
     silence.


       BOB

     This is healing?


       COMANCHE TOM

     Sometimes a wound will kill.


       BOB

     Now you tell us.


       FRANK


(edging in)

     Boys, we don't want this.
     Neither Jesse nor Cole will back down. They circle, still
     keeping their guns up.


       COLE


(gritted teeth)

     I'm the better soldier, Jesse.


       JESSE

     And I'm the better outlaw.
     Jim steps up.


       JIM

     And you both hate the railroad.

     That's what's important. We do this

     job, and Thaddeus Rains won't dare

     come West again.
     Jesse's gaze slides to Jim.


       JESSE

     What about that Rock Island bastard?


       JIM

     It's his money.  He's putting up

     the payroll out of his own fortune.

     You do want to hurt Thaddeus Rains,

     don't you Jesse?
     Jesse and Cole stare at each other again.


       JESSE

     Still smells fishy.


       COLE

     Then let me run the show, General

     Lee.
     Jesse thumbs down the hammer of his Colt. Cole does the
     same. The entire Gang breathes out as one.


       JESSE

     Fine. We hit this bank.


       COLE

     You'll be smiling once you've got

     all that money to spend, cousin.


(to Gang)

     Cole Younger's going to make

     everybody rich!
     The Gang CHEERS. Frank watches Jesse cross to the WINDOW
     and sag against it, exhausted.





   DISSOLVE TO:
     EXT. HYPERION BANK - DAY
     The James Gang rides up to the bank. A WATER TOWER can be
     seen behind the building opposite the bank.
     Jesse, Cole and Frank dismount and move swiftly to the bank
     doors. Comanche Tom, Jim Younger, Clell Miller and Loni
     Packwood dismount and take defensive positions. The few
     other Gang members stay on their horses, looking sharp.
     ANGLE ON
     Cole holds up at the door, produces his shotgun. Frank and
     Jesse draw six guns. On Cole's lead, they KICK OPEN THE
     DOORS AND RUSH IN.
     INT. HYPERION BANK
     Cole and the James brothers stride in.


       COLE

     Nobody move! This is a robbery!
     The dozen or so farmers and tellers raise their hands.
     EXT. HYPERION BANK
     Loni is whistling away, rubbing his lucky rabbit's foot. He
     squints up at the sun, turns, then stops. He slowly turns
     back...
     HIS POV reveals a dozen men APPEARING at the edge of the
     opposite rooftop, aiming rifles...
     Loni lets his rabbit's foot drop...
     The FIRST GUNSHOTS PLOW INTO LONI! As he falls back, we see
     the rabbit's foot hit the dusty ground...
     The Gang leaps for cover as a HAIL OF BULLETS begins to
     tear up the bank face around them.
     INT. HYPERION BANK Jesse, Frank and Cole whirl to face the
     door.


       COLE

     What the --
     JESSE'S POV in a mirror by the door reveals all twelve of
     the men in the bank drawing guns, shotguns, one rifle --
     Jesse shoves Cole and Frank down. He KICKS a stool at the
     man with the rifle, dives right and ROLLS across a big oak
     desk. The men begin to FIRE. As BULLETS PING around him,
     Jesse FIRES from between his legs as he rolls across the
     desk. The assassins start to drop.
     Jesse completes his roll at a railing separating the
     manager's area from the bank floor. In one smooth move he's
     up and RUNNING ALONG THE RAILING, defying gravity, drawing
     his shoulder Colts and shooting...
     The gunmen are crossing into each other's line of fire,
     Jesse's movement confusing them. Jesse's killed another
     five, only four left, but he's out of railing and --
     CRASH! Through a teller's cage, disappearing behind the
     counter. The gunmen turn and BLAST the wooden counter, some
     screaming in panic.  CLICKS are heard as hammers fall on
     empty magazines.
     The gunmen stare at where Jesse disappeared, panting
     heavily.
     CLICK.
     They forgot about Cole and Frank.
     EXT. HYPERION BANK
     The Gang is scrambling for cover. Loni's body lies in the
     street, his rabbit's foot lying in a pool of his blood. The
     Gang is returning fire, hiding behind water troughs, dead
     horses, barely staying alive. The ROAR OF GUNFIRE is
     deafening.


       COMANCHE TOM

     Head for the end of the street!


       JIM

     Look!
     At both ends of the street, WAGONS ROLL into position, each
     manned by two armed Pinkertons. The Gang is trapped.
     INT. HYPERION BANK
     A shot of the open, empty VAULT.


       COLE

     Dammit!


       JESSE (O.S.) (O.S.)

     A trap.
     Cole turns. Jesse is moving the surviving cowboys into the
     Vault. As the last one steps in, Jesse SLAMS the door
     closed. WE HEAR MORE GUNFIRE. Frank runs in from the back of
     the bank.


       FRANK

     Another dozen out back.


       COLE

     They gonna rush us?


       FRANK

     They're just insurance in case we

     run.
     Jesse crosses to the front door.
     EXT. HYPERION BANK
     Jesse sticks his head out the door.


       JESSE

     Get inside, you --
     Gunfire chews up the doorframe. Jesse pulls back inside.
     INT. HYPERION BANK
     Frank and Cole are shooting through the windows.


       JESSE

     They're all pinned down. Can't even

     get to the door.


       FRANK

     Got any ideas, little brother?
     Jesse thinks, then smiles.


       FRANK  (CONT'D)

     Oh Lord.
     EXT. HYPERION BANK
     Jesse comes CRASHING through a window! He rolls to a stop
     next to one of the horses, grabs a saddlebag, then -- to the
     disbelief of the Gang -- he pivots and CRASHES right back
     into the Bank!
     INT. HYPERION BANK
     Jesse stumbles to his feet, yanks open the bag. Sticks of
     dynamite tumble out.


       FRANK/COLE

     Oh Lord.
     EXT. HYPERION BANK
     WE PAN across the trapped Gang, still under fire, to the
     front of the next door Saloon, and then WE ZIP
     INT. SALOON
     Where wary patrons have taken cover from the gunfire.
     Suddenly --
     BOOOM! One wall EXPLODES into dust! In the hole we see the
     interior of the Bank and --
     Jesse James running through, already readying another stick
     of dynamite --
     EXT. ROOFTOP
     Where the Pinkerton gunmen are shooting at the Gang. Some
     of the gunmen look curiously as the windows to the building
     two doors down from the bank BLOW OUT.
     EXT. STREET
     As the two Pinkerton detectives at the wagon barricade turn
     in shock as Jesse James LEAPS FROM THE SECOND FLOOR of a
     building he can't possibly be in, lands on the wagon, rolls
     off and DASHES INTO a blacksmith shop across the street.
     They suddenly notice a HISS. They stand, look in the wagon.
     Jesse left a burning stick of dynamite in the wagon.
     ANGLE ON
     the wagon EXPLODING into matchsticks.
     INT. BLACKSMITH SHOP
     The blacksmith is gone, but there's a fire in the FORGE.
     Jesse leaps and KICKS OVER the forge --
     ANGLE ON
     The white-hot coals IGNITING everything.
     EXT. ROOFTOP
     The Pinkertons firing on the gang notice SMOKE rising from
     below them. They look down ...
     REVEAL bellowing FLAMES and SMOKE enveloping the entire row
     of buildings below them.
     BACK TO
     The roof as a PINKERTON COMMANDER runs to ledge and looks
     at the rising flames himself.
     A HUGE EXPLOSION is heard O.C. A large SHADOW creeps over
     the snipers. They turn and look up --
     -- at the Water Tower TOPPLING towards them!
     The Pinkertons dive out of the way as the tower SMASHES
     onto the roof, unleashing a TIDAL WAVE of water!
     EXT. STREET
     UPSHOT of the sniper's ledge as the Pinkertons leap off,
     followed by a WALL OF WATER --
     WIDEN to see the water POURING into the building from above
     --
     Cowboys FLY out the windows, followed by TORRENTS of water
     --
     One Pinkerton SWEPT UP and carried off the roof, BOUNCES
     off a second floor balcony and lands in a puddle on the dirt
     street below.
     FOLLOW the water rushing across the dirt street to the feet
     of --
     EXT. HYPERION BANK
     Jim, Tom and the Gang staring in disbelief at the total
     destruction Jesse has wrought.
     EXT. STREET
     Jesse rides out from a stable leading a team of horses. He
     reaches the bank.


       JESSE

     No time to gawk, boys, we got

     somewhere else to be!
     Frank and Cole rush out from the bank. The Gang leaps onto
     the horses and put the spurs to them hard.
     ANGLE ON
     the Gang galloping past the shattered wagon barricade,
     heading for the edge of town.
     Pinkerton riflemen run out of the bank and from behind the
     other barricade. One SHARPSHOOTER with a rifle drops to one
     knee, lines up...
     HIS POV shows Jesse in his sights. He tightens on the
     trigger, and just as he pulls --
     -- Jim Younger rides into the line of fire! With a CRACK
     the bullet hits Jim square in the back. He slumps forward on
     his horse. Comanche Tom leaps from his horse onto Jim's and
     urges it on.
     ANGLE ON
     The James Gang disappearing past the edge of town. The
     Pinkertons stand stunned amongst the ruin of their ambush.
     Alan Pinkerton himself walks up, shaking his head.
     EXT. HILL COUNTRY - EVENING
     The Gang rides up onto a wooded hill where huge rocks jut
     from the earth. They all dismount, Jesse and Cole supporting
     Jim's limp form as they pull him from the saddle. Jim is
     drenched in blood.


       JESSE

     Okay, you're gonna rest here.


       COLE

     Clell, Tom, go get Doc Mimms in

     Liberty!


       CLELL

     That's a long ride, Cole. We won't

     be back 'til morning.


       JESSE

     Then you better get going!
     Cole and Jesse are united again in their grief over Jim.


       COLE

     Bob, rip up some bandages.


       JESSE

     Pass me some whisky.
     Jim's eyes flutter open for the first time.


       JIM

     ... too young for whisky...


       JESSE

     This time we'll make an exception.


       JIM

     Jesse, you explain to Lyla. My

     girl, you know, from that time...
 

       JESSE

     You're gonna tell her when you're
               resting up in bed with her, Jimmy.                                     COLE                         Jim, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.                                     JIM                         Best time of my life.                              (weakly)                         I was famous, y'know...               Jim dies. Cole cradles the body, begins rocking. Comanche               Tom puts a hand on Bob's shoulder as Bob slumps against a               rock.               Jesse stands, walks away heavily.               EXT. HILLTOP - A WHILE LATER               Sunset is heavy in the sky. Jesse stares off at it. His               anguish is palpable. Frank comes over.                                     JESSE                         Shoulda learned with Web. Made it                         look fun, made it look like an                         adventure. Got Web killed. Now Jim.                                     FRANK                         Jim was old enough...                                     JESSE                              (snorts)                         He was a boy riding with the most                         famous outlaws in the West. How was                         he supposed to say no to that?                                     FRANK                         Railroad burned him out too. You                         couldn't have stopped him.                                     JESSE                         You're a piss-poor liar for the                         smartest man I know.                                     FRANK                         Yeah.                                     JESSE                         A war against the railroad. What                         the hell were we thinking?                                     FRANK                         I'm sure it seemed like a good idea                         at the time.               Jesse remembers the first time Frank said that. He crosses               BACK TO               the Gang.               ANGLE ON               the Gang -- what's left of them -- waiting by the horses.               The unspoken knowledge of whose fault this is hangs in the               air.               Cole is covered in Jim's blood.                                     COLE                         We'll make them pay for this.                                     JESSE                         I'm out.                                     COLE                         WHAT?! We follow you for a year,                         and now that our blood's been                         spilled, you're gonna quit?!                                     JESSE                         Who's next? You? Me? Bob?               Cole can't answer.                                     CLELL                         We can't exactly go back to our                         lives, Jesse.                                     JESSE                         I'm not telling you what to do. You                         want to keep on following Cole, fine                         by me.                                     BOB                         Frank?               Frank nods. He's leaving too.                                     COLE                         Go ahead. Ride on. But don't come                         back when you figure out you can't                         farm with a six-gun.               Bob embraces Frank. Jesse goes to shake hands with Cole,               but the guilt and rage make his once-best friend               unapproachable. Jesse smiles sadly and walks away.               EXT. MIMMS HOME - EARLY MORNING               Zee is letting a dog out. She looks up, freezes. Entranced,               she walks out onto the porch.               ANGLE ON               A figure appearing out of the early morning fog. It's               Jesse, riding slow. He reins his horse in at the porch,               dismounts. He stands staring at Zee.                                     JESSE                         Zee.                                     ZEE                         Jesse. What are you thinking? There                         are bounty hunters and lawmen all                         over this county!                                     JESSE                         I had to see you. I'm getting                         married.               Zee is shocked. Jesse looks serious.                                     ZEE                         I don't understand.                                     JESSE                         She's the most wonderful woman in                         the world. Can't get her out of my                         mind.                                     ZEE                         That's... wonderful. It's just... I                         thought...                                     JESSE                         She's beautiful. Smart. And has the                         biggest... buck teeth in all of                         Missouri.               It takes Zee a second. Before she can process it all, Jesse               drops to one knee.                                     JESSE  (CONT'D)                         I've quit my outlaw ways. Come live                         in my home and in my heart.               Zee takes the hat off Jesse's head, tosses it into the yard               and smiles. Jesse stands up and they kiss.                                                               DISSOLVE TO:               EXT. HORSE DRAWN TAXI - DAY               Victorian wooden houses with tin roofs and palm trees line               the street.               Jesse and Zee ride in the back of the open carriage. They               can't take their eyes off each other.                                     ZEE                         I would never have imagined us in a                         place like this.                                     JESSE                         That's why I picked it. We can                         start a whole new life down here.                                     ZEE                         Are you going to be happy here, Mr.                         James? Without all that excitement?                                     JESSE                         I've got you. You keep me busy. I                         figure we'll get over to the                         hotel... get checked in, cleaned                         up... then I'd like to do something                         I've been thinking about for a long                         time.                                     ZEE                         Now wait a minute. There are                         certain things that have to wait                         until after the wedding.               Jesse leans forward to the DRIVER.                                     JESSE                         Driver, change of plans. Take us to                         the nearest church.                                     DRIVER                         What religion?                                     JESSE                         Whichever one has God in it,                         that'll do fine.               INT. CHURCH RECTORY - DAY               A PASTOR sits at his desk while Jesse finishes filling out               a marriage license.                                     PASTOR                         This is unusual. Most of our                         marriages are members of the                         congregation.                                     JESSE                         You don't think God'll mind, do you?               Jesse slides him two twenties with the license.                                     PASTOR                         The Lord is remarkably tolerant of                         the charitable.                              (reading the license)                         "Jesse Woodson James." Jesse James?                         The Jesse James?                                     JESSE                         I could have lied I suppose, but I                         want this marriage to be legal. I                         just want you to know, I'm trying to                         start a new life here. I'm depending                         on your...                                     PASTOR                         Discretion? Sir, I am a man of the                         cloth.                                     JESSE                         Thank you.                                     PASTOR                         Who needs to repair a leaky church                         roof.               Grinning, Jesse slides over another forty.                                     PASTOR  (CONT'D)                         Now let's have a drink.                                     JESSE                         Right here in church?                                     PASTOR                         Communion.               The Pastor pours. They drink.               EXT. CHURCH - DAY               The BELLS RING as Jesse and Zee walk out the front door arm               in arm.  The Pastor and his wife appear in the doorway,               waving. Jesse and Zee hop in a waiting carriage.                                                               DISSOLVE TO:               INT. BANK - DAY               Various townsfolk are lined up at the TELLER'S window.               Cole, Bob, Comanche Tom, Clell and some NEW GANG MEMBERS               BURST IN.                                     COLE                         Nobody move! This is a robbery.               Everybody's hands reach for the ceiling. Cole gestures to               the Teller.                                     COLE  (CONT'D)                         The safe. Now.                                     TELLER                         Of course!                              (pause)                         Uh, sir?                                     COLE                         What?                                     TELLER                         Where is Jesse James?                                     COLE                         This here is the Younger Gang!               A MAN speaks out timidly.                                     MAN                         But the Youngers ride with Jesse                         James.                                     COLE                         Did ride. No more.               The crowd grumbles, plainly disappointed.                                     COLE  (CONT'D)                         OPEN THE DAMN SAFE!                                     TELLER                         All right, all right.                              (muttering)                         Jesse James never yelled at folk...               Bob and Comanche Tom exchange looks behind a fuming Cole.               INT. SALOON - NIGHT               The new Gang is spending its booty. Cole is putting a               healthy dent in a bottle of rotgut. Bob is consoling him.                                     BOB                         This is the best score yet.                                     COLE                         It's still taking too long. The                         people used to snap to.                                     BOB                         That was because of... the                         reputation the gang had.                                     COLE                         As long as people think Jesse's                         still riding, we will never get the                         respect we deserve.                                     BOB                         Cole, we're outlaws. Not exactly                         the most respectable job, if you                         know what I mean.                                     COLE                         Leave me alone, Bob.               Even Bob can't reach Cole now. He walks sadly away.                                                               DISSOLVE TO:               EXT. BEACH - DAY               A deserted Keys beach -- coconut palms and Australian               pines. Clear water like glass stretching off forever.               Jesse and Zee are having a picnic on the white sand. Both               are in the latest in beach attire. He's in a one-piece that               goes from his neck to his knees. Zee's in what is basically               a dress with long pantaloons.               Zee is reading. Jesse is stretched out on the sand.                                     ZEE                         Hmm.                                     JESSE                         "Hmm" what?                                     ZEE                              (reading)                         "But the life of the James Gang                         wasn't all robbing and shooting and                         killing, for these young Missouri                         bucks had a taste for the ladies...                         especially the handsome and                         charismatic Jesse James."               Jesse sits up.                                     JESSE                         I beg your pardon?                                     ZEE                              (showing him the                              cover)                         "Blazing Guns of the West. True                         Stories of Jesse James." Only a dime                         in the hotel lobby.                                     JESSE                         Let me see that.                                     ZEE                         Oh, I'm not finished.                              (reading)                         "When he sauntered into a saloon,                         his spurs jangling and his pockets                         full of gold, the ladies flocked                         around him like flies to a candied                         apple."                              (looking at him)                         As I said. Hmm.                                     JESSE                         Now, sweetie, y'all wouldn't go                         believing one of them silly dime                         novels, would you?                                     ZEE                         Jesse, have you ever noticed that                         when you're trying to charm your way                         out of trouble, your accent gets all                         farm boy?                                     JESSE                         Aw, shucks, ma'am...                                     ZEE                         Stop it. This is just sad.                                     JESSE                         Swimming. Swimming is good.               Jesse jumps up and OUT OF FRAME. A second later, he reaches               down and PULLS a chuckling Zee up out of the sand.               EXT. OCEAN - DAY               Jesse chases Zee out into the surf. They splash around               until the water gets shoulder-deep, then both submerge. They               reappear, locked in a kiss. CLOSE ON Zee's face as they               break the kiss and embrace. She's in heaven. She opens her               eyes, facing the beach. Something passes over her face.               ANGLE ON               the beach, where fifty Pinkerton detectives with rifles are               lined up like a firing squad.               BACK TO               Zee's face. She squeezes Jesse tighter.                                     ZEE                         Don't turn around.                                     JESSE                         What?                                     ZEE                         If you don't see it, it's not                         real...               Jesse turns around to see --               EXT. BEACH               A familiar figure walking along the sand. When the figure               reaches the center of the line of detectives, he turns to               the couple and --                                     PINKERTON                         Jesse James, you are under arrest!               Jesse takes one longing gaze at the open ocean. He heads               for shore.                                                               DISSOLVE TO:               INT. SALOON               Cole and the Gang are killing time. Bob runs in.                                     BOB                         They arrested Jesse!               He throws the paper to the other Gang members, but walks               straight to Cole. The two brothers stare at each other.                                     COLE                         How'd they --                                     BOB                         What have you done?                                     COLE                         I ain't done --                                     BOB                         WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!               Bob draws on Cole. Cole is shattered.                                     COLE                         Bob. I didn't...                                     BOB                         Swear.                                     COLE                         I swear --                                     BOB                         Swear on Jimmy's grave.               Cole hesitates. Bob thumbs back the hammer. Comanche Tom's               hand closes over Bob's gun.                                     COMANCHE TOM                         Bob. You know Cole would never do                         such a thing. He and Jesse are best                         friends. They are cousins, blood                         brothers.               Bob considers it, lowers the gun.                                     BOB                         I'm sorry, Cole.                                     COLE                         You're just upset about Jesse. We                         all are.               Bob walks off. Comanche Tom speaks, but keeps his eyes on               Bob.                                     COMANCHE TOM                         My people know that when a brother                         kills a brother, a great curse comes                         down on that man, and when he dies                         he walks the desert as a dark                         spirit. I like Bob too much to let                         that happen.                              (looking at Cole)                         If I find out you turned in Jesse,                         I'll kill you myself.               Comanche Tom moves off. Cole's thoughts are his own.                                                               DISSOLVE TO:               EXT. FORT JEFFERSON - NIGHT               An establishing shot of the Florida fort being lashed by               rain.               INT. CELL               A dank, black cell far in the bowels of Fort Jefferson. WE               HEAR CLANKING.               WIDEN TO REVEAL Jesse doing push-ups. They come easily,               despite Jesse being chained up like the Frankenstein monster.               The DOOR OPENS. Jesse looks up in mid-push-up. Alan               Pinkerton is looking down at him.               Jesse moves to the bed. Pinkerton, flanked by two guards,               ENTERS. He sits on a stool provided by one of the guards.                                     PINKERTON                         We're moving you tomorrow.                                     JESSE                         But I like the presidential suite.                                     PINKERTON                         Oh, it's a similar room. But the                         hotel is in Washington D.C. You're                         not going to get a fair trial down                         here, in front of a jury of Jesse                         James sympathizers.                                     JESSE                         So I'll get a fair trial in front                         of a jury bought off by Thaddeus                         Rains?                                     PINKERTON                         That's the idea.               Pinkerton produces two cigars, presenting one to Jesse.                                     JESSE                         Did you order our houses burned                         down?                                     PINKERTON                         Not that day. I am guilty of many                         things, but that was Mr. Thaddeus                         Rains and Parker, that day.               Jesse takes the cigar, and Pinkerton lights both. They puff               for a moment.                                     PINKERTON  (CONT'D)                              (tapping bad leg)                         Was this you, by the way?               Jesse exposes his scar.                                     JESSE                         You almost ended my career before                         it began.                                     PINKERTON                         Pity.               Pause.                                     PINKERTON  (CONT'D)                         How did you spot the ambush in                         Torrell?                                     JESSE                         Last February?                                     PINKERTON                         Mmm.                                     JESSE                         You had all those cattle there, so                         I'd think the extra men were in town                         from the cattle drive?                                     PINKERTON                         Yes?                                     JESSE                         The cows had a brand from a farm                         just five miles out of town.                                     PINKERTON                         Damn.               Pause.                                     JESSE                         Almost got me in Billings. I saw                         you there, shooting at me.                                     PINKERTON                         I went myself to oversee the                         operation. Didn't help much.                                     JESSE                         No, that one was close. A couple                         fellas quit after that one.                                     PINKERTON                         Oh. That's nice to know.                              (then)                         We're going to hang you, you know.                                     JESSE                         I figured.                                     PINKERTON                         Was it worth it?                                     JESSE                         Should have just killed Thaddeus                         Rains and been done with it.                                     PINKERTON                         That's what I would have done.                                     JESSE                         I'm not hanged yet.                                     PINKERTON                              (shaking his head)                         You cocky little bastard.                                     JESSE                         Ahh, you'll miss me.                                     PINKERTON                         No, I'll hang you.                              (then)                         But I may miss you just a bit.               As Jesse and Pinkerton smoke and discuss the past year...               EXT. TRAINYARD               Two guards are leading Jesse, who is in heavy arm irons,               toward a prison car at the end of a waiting train.               Pinkerton, Thaddeus Rains, and Parker walk up.                                     RAINS                         This is him.                                     PARKER                         I remember you.                                     JESSE                         You're Parker. I remember you, too.                         You killed my Ma.               Parker is set back by Jesse's voice. To cover his fear --                                     PARKER                         How did you know?                                     RAINS                         Not such a menace now, is he,                         Pinkerton?                                     PINKERTON                         If you feel that way, I could                         always take off the irons.               Rains glares at Pinkerton, then turns back to Jesse.                                     RAINS                         You stole thousands. You cost me                         tens of millions of dollars, months                         of lost construction. I wish I could                         hang you every single morning for a                         century.               Rains checks his Pocketwatch, spots Jesse eyeing it.                                     RAINS  (CONT'D)                         You like that? Solid gold, my                         father had it made when he started                         this railroad. He gave it to me when                         I took over, I'll give it to my son                         when he runs this company, and he'll                         give it to his son -- The right type                         of men will always run this country,                         Jesse James, and little men like you                         will always suffer. You have stopped                         nothing.                                     JESSE                         Made you think twice about burning                         folks' homes down now, didn't I?               Jesse winks.               With that Parker reaches back and SUCKER PUNCHES Jesse.               Rains gloats as Jesse gets his breath back.                                     RAINS                         We'll speak again in Washington,                         you insect.                                     JESSE                         You're coming on the same train?               Rains involuntarily looks behind Jesse. Jesse cranes his               head and spots a CLUB CAR at the front of the train, several               cars away from his prison car. The other cars are packed               with Pinkerton detectives.                                     JESSE  (CONT'D)                         Well, tell you what. I'm going to                         have to pay you a visit.                                     RAINS                         Big words.                                     JESSE                         It's a promise.               Everyone is a little shaken by the steel in Jesse's voice.               The guards DRAG JESSE OFF.               INT. PRISON CAR               The guards turn Jesse over to a BURLY DETECTIVE. Pinkerton               enters just behind him. There are ten detectives in total in               the car.                                     PINKERTON                         Hook him up.               The Burly Detective brings Jesse's arms above his head. He               loops Jesse's chain over a rail that runs the length of the               car. Two other detectives walk Jesse down the car, Jesse's               hands suspended over his head. Jesse can just barely sit               down.                                     PINKERTON  (CONT'D)                         Now the guns.                                     BURLY DETECTIVE                         I don't like it. We can handle him.                                     PINKERTON                         In the ten seconds we have been in                         this car, I have seen you get close                         enough for Jesse James to grab your                         guns at least three times. And I                         assure you, if he gets his hands on                         one of your guns, you are all, and I                         mean all dead men.                                     BURLY DETECTIVE                         He's chained up.                                     PINKERTON                         I'll put that on your tombstone.                         The guns.               Grumbling, the detectives deposit their pistols in a box               near the front of the car. Pinkerton walks out.               The Burly Detective slides a Colt into his waistband.               ANGLE ON               Jesse, alone, surrounded by ten Pinkerton guards. The train               LURCHES, and they're off.               EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY               The prison train highballs through the wooded, rolling               hills. We see the engine, the coal car, a detective car,               then the private salon car, two more cars of guards, and               then the prison car.               INT. PRISON CAR               Five guards are playing poker. Five others are standing               along the length of the car. Jesse looks at the gun box               waaay down the other end of the car.               Things shift, and we (and Jesse) realize the train is going               downhill.                                     JESSE                         Hey, fatty.               The Burly Detective looks up.                                     BURLY DETECTIVE                         What?                                     JESSE                         You, ya barrel of pork lard. Here                         piggy piggy!               The detectives close on Jesse. Jesse stands as the Burly               Detective moves right up on him.                                     BURLY DETECTIVE                         What you sayin' boy?                                     JESSE                         I think I recognize you.                                     BURLY DETECTIVE                         How?                                     JESSE                         I think I saw you leavin' by the                         front door just as I was coming in                         the back.               The other detectives try to hide grins.                                     BURLY DETECTIVE                         You shut up now, boy.                                     JESSE                         No, really. You're wife said she                         needed some help, seeing as you were                         so fat you couldn't find your --               Burly Detectives BACKHANDS Jesse. Jesse spits blood and               grins.                                     JESSE  (CONT'D)                         Yeah, she said you did that to her                         too.               Burly draws, points the gun right at Jesse's face. The               other detectives GASP. Jesse stares down the barrel, then               raises his eyes and speaks in a voice that is low and               terrifying.                                     JESSE  (CONT'D)                         Y'know, I could do this without the                         gun, but it just makes things easier.               SLAM as Jesse KICKS Burly in the crotch! The gun FIRES,               missing Jesse's head only because he jerks it like a               mongoose.               Jesse BACKHANDS the detective with the heavy chain! The gun               drops right into Jesse's hands --               The guards are running for the gun box --               Jesse flips the chain TIGHT, TUCKS UP and KICKS OFF from               the back wall and SLIDES THE LENGTH OF THE RAIL over the               detectives' heads! As he reaches the end he FIRES the gun,               blowing open the gun box. Jesse then SHOOTS the rail's               ceiling strut, and then KICKS at the roof.               The rail WRENCHES FREE, dropping Jesse to the floor. In a               blur he's up, reaching into the gun box. He tosses one gun               INTO THE AIR, then FANS THE HAMMER of another.               Half the guards drop, but the other half are right on top               of him and nobody's that fast --               Jesse drops the spent gun, CATCHES the other gun in the               opposite hand and FANS THAT HAMMER all in a single breath!               As the smoke clears, the last of the detectives falls with               a THUD.               EXT. TRAIN               Jesse pops open the door to his car. He's improvised a               gunbelt like his old one, holding six Colts. He's still               holding the chain from his restraints. Now that they're no               longer wrapped around Jesse, we see they're at least a few               yards long.               INT. THIRD TROOP CAR               Some Pinkertons LOOK UP as a BANG sounds from on top of the               car.               EXT. TRAIN               And Jesse JUMPS OFF THE ROOF and --               CLANK as the chains -- fastened to the roof -- go taut and               Jesse is at window level and he's FIRING AND FIRING into the               car!               INT. THIRD TROOP CAR               Pinkertons falling, drawing their guns, not able to get a               bead on Jesse because --               EXT. TRAIN               Jesse is running along the side of the car, supported by               the chain! Still shooting, he reaches the end, KICKS UP and               is on the roof again.               ANGLE ON               one Detective, barely alive, stumbling through the door,               opening the door to the next               INT. SECOND TROOP CAR               The detectives inside start as the wounded man falls into               the doorway.               EXT. TRAIN               Jesse looks down and sees heavily armed Pinkertons coming               out of the doorway.                                     JESSE                         Shit.               But there's no turning back and he jumps to the top of the               EXT. SECOND TROOP CAR               Jesse's running and the Pinkertons start SHOOTING THROUGH               the roof. Jesse miraculously is untouched, almost to the               CLUB CAR...               INT. CLUB CAR               Pinkerton is already moving as Parker and Thaddeus Rains               look around.                                     RAINS                         What the hell is that sound?                                     PINKERTON                         Vengeance.               INT. FIRST TROOP CAR               Pinkerton bursts in. The men snap to.                                     PINKERTON                         Outside! Get up on top! Go GO!               EXT. CLUB CAR               Jesse JUMPS onto the club car, but pulls up short as               detectives appear ahead of him. He turns to see other               detectives climbing up behind him. He's trapped.               BUT WE HEAR A LOW WHISTLE AND               EXT. TRAIN ENGINE               The engine EXPLODES! Sparks fly as the twisted engine               GRINDS onto the tracks!               EXT. TRAIN               The momentum carries everyone off their feet! Some               detectives are torn from the train. Jesse slides across the               roof of the Club Car --                                                                    CUT TO:               EXT. TRAIN TRACK               CLOSE ON a smoking CANNON sitting on the tracks. WIDEN TO               REVEAL Frank and Cole on horseback shading their eyes. Zee               is daintily blowing out a fuse lighter.                                     FRANK                         Nice shot.                                     ZEE                         Thank you. Now go get my husband.               The two men start to gallop toward the train.               EXT. TRAIN               Jesse, Pinkerton, and the detectives look down the track               and see...               EXT. TRAIN TRACK               Frank and Cole riding toward them. From the woods ride               Comanche Tom and Bob Younger, folding into perfect               formation. The four THUNDER toward the train.               INT. CLUB CAR               Pinkerton rushes back in. Parker and Rains are looking out               the window.                                     PARKER                         There's only four of them...                                     PINKERTON                         Move you fools!               He grabs the two businessmen and heads them to the rear of               the train.               EXT. TRAIN TRACK               Frank draws a gun and FIRES.               EXT. WOODS               TWO DOZEN RIDERS pour out of the woods, all firing at the               Pinkerton! The Pinkertons return fire, taking shelter in the               train cars as the riders strafe the train.               EXT. TRAIN               Jesse swings over the edge of the train, looks through the               window. Rains is gone. He turns and starts running back               along the top of the train.               EXT. PRISON CAR               Pinkerton, Rains and Parker tumble out of the door and run               for the woods.               Jesse LEAPS DOWN from the top of the train onto Pinkerton!               They wrestle, separate. Pinkerton stands, reaching for his               gunbelt.               Empty.               With almost a resigned sigh, he looks up. Jesse's pointing               the gun at Pinkerton's head.                                     PINKERTON                         Do it.               Jesse FIRES.               ANGLE ON               Pinkerton, stunned to realize he's still alive. He turns to               see Parker, fall to the ground, his own gun half-drawn,               Jesse turns the gun on Rains.                                     JESSE                         That was for my Ma. Now this is for                         everybody else.                                     PINKERTON                         He's too important, James.  They'll                         set the army on you. You and your                         wife.               Jesse stares at Rains, Rains stares back, the tension               building...Jesse's about to shoot...and says:                                     JESSE                         That is a nice watch you got there.               Rains looks down at the fob, back up. The tension isn't               broken.                                     JESSE  (CONT'D)                         I tell you what, I'll buy that                         watch from you, for the fair market                         price approved by the Department of                         the Interior: one dollar.               Rains hesitates. Jesse thumbs the hammer back                                     JESSE  (CONT'D)                         If I were you, I'd sell. After                         this, the price goes...down.               Rains tosses the Watch to Jesse as Jesse simultaneously               FLIPS Rains a dollar coin with his free hand. Jesse holds up               the Watch.                                     JESSE  (CONT'D)                         Now every time you go to look at                         this watch and it's not there,                         you'll remember: You can be stopped.                         Pass that down to your son, instead.               Jesse thumbs the hammer forwards, lowers the gun. Rains               falls to his knees, numb from the tension.               Frank rides up. Jesse empties Pinkerton's gun and hands it               to him. Pinkerton holds him for a second.                                     PINKERTON                              (low)                         Tennessee.               Jesse doesn't understand.                                     PINKERTON  (CONT'D)                         The railroad has no business in                         Tennessee. Therefore I have no                         interest in the state of Tennessee.                                     JESSE                         Thanks.                                     PINKERTON                         I'd just as soon kill you, Jesse                         James. But chasing you takes up too                         much of my time.                                     JESSE                         Fair enough.               Zee RIDES UP. Jesse SWINGS UP onto her horse, and then they               RIDE OFF with Frank.               We PULL UP AND AWAY, centering on Pinkerton, Rains, and               revealing the smoking, burning wreckage of the train.               EXT. HILLSIDE FIELDS - DAY               Most of the Gang is mounted. Frank, Cole and Bob are               standing there, watching.               ANGLE ON               Jesse and Zee riding up on one horse.                                     ZEE                         You get arrested again, I'll kill                         you.                                     JESSE                         Yes ma'am.                                     ZEE                         I can't believe I had to blow up a                         train for you.                                     JESSE                         You are a hell of a woman.                                     ZEE                         Don't swear.                                     JESSE                         Yes ma'am.               They reach the Gang. Jesse SWINGS OFF his horse, gets one               of Cole's BEAR HUGS.                                     COLE                         Missed you, cousin.                                     JESSE                         Missed you too, cousin.               Jesse notices Cole is oddly emotional, but can't quite               figure out what's going on.                                     COLE                         You know, you gettin' caught, right                         after leaving us, some people                         thought --                                     JESSE                         Pff. All we been through, the                         thought never crossed my mind.               The two clasp hands.                                     BOB                         Things changed when you quit the                         gang. For example, I'm now the one                         who says "Let's ride."                                     COLE                         He's not bad at it.                                     BOB                         It's tougher than it looks.                                     JESSE                         Where'd you get all these riders?                                     COLE                         We didn't. Zerelda did. Turns out                         your wife makes a hell of an outlaw.                                     BOB                         So what's the plan?               Jesse looks at Zerelda and Frank.                                     JESSE                         I think my wife and I might go down                         Tennessee way, buy a farm.                              (pause)                         Goodbye, boys.               The Youngers smile sadly, but NOD. As the Younger brothers               SADDLE UP, Comanche Tom leans down from the saddle and               shakes Jesse's hand.                                     COMANCHE TOM                         You stay out of trouble, Jesse.                         Nobody has as much luck as you used                         up today.               ANGLE ON               Jesse getting back on his horse with Zee. Frank stands               there and watches them.                                     FRANK                         I'll meet you down there in a few                         weeks.                                     JESSE                         See you soon. Oh, and I appreciate                         the distraction back there.                                     FRANK                         Hell, they hardly even noticed us.               Jesse and Frank grin.                                     BOB                         Let's ride!               Jesse flips the reins and he and Zee RIDE OFF, the GANG               with the Youngers RIDES OFF in the opposite direction.               Frank watches them ride away. WE HEAR faintly:                                     ZEE                         Tennessee?                                     JESSE                         I'll explain on the way.               Then it's Frank alone on the hill. WE CIRCLE around behind               him, come around, see he's AGED a little, CIRCLE AGAIN and               now he's AGED MORE, we come around one more time and...               EXT. HILLSIDE NEAR LIBERTY - DAY - TWENTY YEARS LATER               ...we COMPLETE THE CIRCLE and see young Frank James is now               an older FRANK JAMES. Still lean, a few wrinkles, a little               grey in the hair, dressed in expensive turn-of-the-century               western clothes. A young man who looks remarkably like               Jesse, JIMMY JAMES, 16 years old, is waiting patiently. The               two are looking down on the town of Liberty, Missouri, which               is now swollen five sizes larger. The Wild West is               disappearing under roads and telegraph wire.                                     JIMMY                         Y'know, Uncle Frank...                                     FRANK                         Yeah, Jimmy?                                     JIMMY                              (genially chiding)                         ...every time you tell that story,                         you stop there. That's not how it                         ended. I was five when my dad got                         shot.                                     FRANK                         I know. But that's how it should                         have ended. Your Dad and Mom, riding                         off into a new life, growing old                         together, happy.               They start to walk back to the edge of town.                                     FRANK  (CONT'D)                         Allow a man his version of the                         past. When you get to be my age,                         you've got enough painful memories,                         you're allowed to soften a few of                         the edges up.                                     JIMMY                         Sounds like he was a hell of a man.                                     FRANK                              (chuckling)                         That he was.                                     JIMMY                         They're making him a hero now.                                     FRANK                         Saved a lot of folk from the                         railroad.                                     JIMMY                         But he killed a lot of men, too.                                     FRANK                         Can't argue that.                                     JIMMY                         So what was he?                                     FRANK                         I think... he was just a real                         interestin' fella to have around.               Frank chuckles again at the memories, claps his hand on               Jimmy's shoulder.                                     FRANK  (CONT'D)                         Come on, your Ma's probably holding                         dinner for us. Once saw the woman                         blow up a train, don't want to tick                         her off...               Jimmy grins and the pair walk down the hill. We stay ON               THEIR BACKS as they continue talking.                                     JIMMY (O.S.) (O.S.)                         Uncle Frank?                                     FRANK (O.S.) (O.S.)                         Yeah Jimmy?                                     JIMMY (O.S.) (O.S.)                         How much of that story is true?                                     FRANK (O.S.) (O.S.)                         Everything but the boring parts.                                                                  FADE OUT:               END               OVER CREDITS:               SEPIA TONED PHOTOGRAPHS of JESSE and ZEE enjoying their               years as farmers, with VISITORS like FRANK, and the YOUNGERS               also included.