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But that colorful outlaw era is finished
Where are they? The bank. Four men, right now. The Younger brothers. Looks like we caught us a real big fish. All right, boys. Spread the word. Everyone knows what to do. Just tell them to hold it till I give the signal. All right, gentlemen. Hold steady. Now we can do this the easy way-nobody has to die--. Or we could do it the hard way. The choice is yours. You, open the safe. I don't know the combination. I hit him. I shot Lightning Jack Kane. I got him, Clem. I seen him buck just as I fired. I just shot Kane, the fastest gun alive. Maybe you hit him too, but mine was a head shot. Knocked him forward, right out of the saddle. There ain't no maybes. My shot was plumb in the middle. It's the Younger brothers. We got the Younger brothers!
I got him, Clem. I seen him buck just as I fired.
We got one too! I got one. Set the camera up here. Let's get that dead body in the front. I want the committee right behind it. And get the town hall in the back. This is history. That there is Sam Jorgenson. Where's the other one? Where's that Lightning Jack?
We got Kane, Marshall. Me and Pat here, we filled him full of holes. Horse took a fright and dragged the body, I reckon. He ain't the fastest gun alive-not anymore. You better go fetch the body. Yes, sir. Marshall Kurtz in the center. You've gotta be in the center of the photo. Can we have a statement? I'm not much for speeches. I leave that to the politicians.
I am just a man who's doing the job.
Keep away from the window. What the hell's this?
That people elected me to do. I think today we sent out a message to all lawbreakers. In Junction City. You will respect the law. Or you will learn to fear it! Hear! Hear! Right!
I guess these boys are just slow learners. Three cheers for Marshall Kurtz. Hip, hip, hooray! All right. Hold it. Read that out to me. Yes, sir. But you don't need the gun, sir. I ain't the law. ''Younger gang wiped out.''. ''The only flaw in the trap was the escape. Of Lightning Jack Kane. Although several witnesses swore. He was shot full of holes. And riding dead in the saddle. Kane is of medium height and build, blond hair. With a mean, weathered face. And has an English accent.''. English? Yes, sir. I don't speak English. I'm a bloody Australian!
That's it! No more notes and no more writing.
How can I send this to my mates back home. And tell them what a big success I am if it says I'm English? Bloody newspapers. Never get it right. That's right. ''Marshall Dan Kurtz was unconcerned. Saying, 'Dead or alive. Kane don't matter. We got Cole Younger. He was the leader and brains of the gang. Kane was a follower. And just a brainless no-account. Without the Younger brothers, he's nothing.'''.
And tell them what a big success I am if it says I'm English?
He's nothin'? Without the Younger brothers, I'm nothin'? Brainless no-account? That's what it said. We'll see who's brainless. What's all that shooting down there?
Comanche don't even have a word for retreat.
What's going on? You got that, boy? That's four bags of salt.
Two bags of flour. That's on top. Of my regular order. His handwriting is so messed up, Mr. Curran. Maybe I can make it out. It says, ''Thank you, sir. Is that everything?''. That's what I thought it said, but it's bad written, real bad. Get him to load the rest on the wagon out there.
And you better do the tallying up yourself.
Being he can't write proper. We don't want him doing no figuring, do we? Put the rest of those goods on Mr. Curran's wagon. And no more sass, you hear? Pay him no heed, Mr. Doyle. It's a fine Christian thing you've done. Taking on this poor, unfortunate boy.