片名：刺杀神枪手 （The.Assassination.of.Jesse.James.by.the.Coward.Robert.Ford） 时间调校：wuyuanzhong001 TLF-BDRip-720P
You and me, huh?
It's gonna happen one way or another, Charley. It's gonna happen.
So it might as well be us who get rich on it.
- Bob, he's our friend. - He murdered Ed Miller.
And he's gonna murder Liddil and Cummins if the chance ever comes.
It seems to me Jesse's riding from man to man, saying goodbye to the gang.
So your friendship could put you under the pansies.
I'll grind it fine in my mind, Bob. I can't go any further than that right now.
You'll come around.
You think it's all made up, don't you?
You think it's all yarns and newspaper stories.
He's just a human being.
From now on, you two won't go anywhere without me.
From now on, you'll ask for my permission! From now on, you'll ask to be excused!
Charley, take them horses around the barn. Bob, you go on inside.
- Hello, Mary. - Hi.
Look at this rotten parsnip I found in the compost heap.
You never mentioned Bob would be here.
Maybe he was saving it as a pleasant surprise.
Got two cousins for company now.
How it's gonna be is...
...we'll leave next Monday afternoon and ride down to Platte City.
How far is that from Kansas City?
Platte City's 30 miles south.
You and me and Charley'll sleep in the woods overnight...
...and we'll strike the Wells Bank sometime before the court recesses.
What time will that be exactly?
Well, you don't need to know that.
You know, I'm real comfortable with your brother.
Hell, he's ugly as sin, he smells like a skunk...
...and he's so ignorant he couldn't drive nails in the snow...
...but he's sort of easy to be around.
I can't say the same for you, Bob.
Well, I'm sorry to hear you say that.
You know how it is when you're with your girlfriend and the moon's out...
...and you know she wants to be kissed, even though she never said so?
Yeah.
Well, you're giving me signs that grieve my soul...
...and make me wonder...
...maybe your mind's been changed about me.
Well, what do you want me to do? Swear my good faith on the Bible?
You two having a spat?
I was getting ready to be angry.
Sit over here closer, kid.
Come on.
Charley, you'll stay with the animals.
Me and the kid...
...will walk into that bank just before noon.
Bob will move that cashier...
...away from the shotgun that's under the counter...
...and I'll creep up behind that cashier...
...and I'll cock his head back like so.
And I'll say:
"How come an off-scouring like you is still sucking air...
...when so many of mine are in coffins?" I'll say:
"How did you get to reach 20 without leaking out all over your clothes?"
And if I don't like his attitude, I will slit that phildoodle so deep...
...he will flop on the floor like a fish.
My God, what just happened?
Boy, I could hear your gears grinding...
...hear your little motor wondering, "My gosh, what's next?
What's happening to me?"
You were precious to behold, Bob.
You were white as spit in a cotton field.
You got him. You got him.
You wanna know how that feels? Unpleasant. I honestly can't recommend it.
The old Charley looked stricken!
I was. I was.
"This is plumb unexpected," old Charley was thinking. "That done ruined my day."
Hell. Hell.
Jesse slept with Bob in the children's room that night.
And Bob remained awake.
He could see that there was a gun on the nightstand.
He could imagine its cold nickel inside his grip...
...its two-pound weight reached out and aimed.
I need to go to the privy.
You think you do, but you don't.
You wait for grace, now.
- Thank you, Mama. - Thank you, Zee. God, that looks good.
- Thank you, Zee. - You're welcome.
Well, is this fit to eat or will it just do?
Woman's cooking's always been a scandal.
Cut her meat and the whole table moves.
You want a biscuit? You gonna have a biscuit?
Here's some butter. Come on. Come on.
Oh, shoot.
And so it went, Jesse was increasingly cavalier...
...merry, moody, fey...
...unpredictable.
He camouflaged his depressions and derangements...
...with masquerades of extreme cordiality, courtesy...
...and goodwill towards others.
But even as he jested, or tickled his boy in the ribs...
...Jesse would look over at Bob with melancholy eyes...
...as if the two were meshed in an intimate communication.
Bob was certain that the man had unriddled him...
...had seen through his reasons for coming along...
...that Jesse could forecast each of Bob's possible moves and inclinations...
...and was only acting the innocent...
...in order to lull Bob into stupid tranquility and miscalculation.
How long you been studying me?
You're gonna break a lot of hearts.
How do you mean?
It's a present.
It's heavy.
Well, you gonna look inside?
It's April Fools' Day, you know.
It ain't no joke.
Oh, such extravagance.
Don't that nickel just shine, though?
It's more than I could hope for.
I figured that granddaddy Colt may blow into fragments...
...next time you try to squeeze the trigger.
Well, you might have something there.
Tom, supper's ready.
I'll be right there, sweetheart.
I might be too excited to eat.
You know what John Newman Edwards once wrote about me?
He said I didn't trust two men in 10,000...
...and even them I was cautious around.
Government's sort of run me ragged.
I'm going the long way around the barn to say that...
...I been feeling cornered and just plain ornery as of late...
...and I'd be pleased if you'd accept that gun as my way of apologizing.
Heaven knows I'd be ornerier if I were in your position.
No. No, I haven't been acting correctly.
Seems I hardly recognize myself when I'm greased.
I go on journeys out of my body...
...and look at my red hands and my mean face...
...and I wonder about that man that's gone so wrong.
I've been becoming a problem to myself.
Well...
- I better wash my hands if supper's on. - Yeah, go ahead.
The day before he died was Palm Sunday.
And Mr. And Mrs. Thomas Howard, their two children...
...and their cousin Charles Johnson...
...strolled to the Second Presbyterian Church to attend the 10:00 service.
Bob remained at the cottage...
...and slyly migrated from room to room.
He walked into the master bedroom...
...and inventoried the clothes on the hangers and hooks.
He sipped from the water glass on the vanity.
He smelled the talcum and lilacs on Jesse's pillowcase.
His fingers skittered over his ribs...
...to construe the scars where Jesse was twice shot.
He manufactured a middle finger that was missing the top two knuckles.
He imagined himself at 34.
He imagined himself in a coffin.
He considered possibilities...
...and everything wonderful that could come true.
He's not gonna kill us.
Yeah, he is.
Well, I'll stay awake so he can't.
You're imagining things.
Ain't gonna be no Platte City.
That's Jesse fooling with us.
Go to sleep, Charley.
Morning.
Charley.
Bob, how much did you want to eat?
I'm feeling sort of peculiar.
Why is it you're looking so interested?
You think it's intelligent to go out like that...
...so all creation can see your guns?
Hi.
Come on, let's go see what your mama's doing.
Timmy, get that door, would you?
- Well, you lost your shoe, sweetheart. - Yeah, I did.
That's gonna be a problem. They don't sell those one at a time.
We lost a shoe, Mama.
Will you put that up for Daddy, would you?
- What you doing, you lose a shoe? - Yeah.
It's only meant to go on top, to complement.
Yeah, I know. Sometimes, l...
Bob, everything's getting cold!
- Where's Mary? - She's outside, darling.
Mary?
What do you think goes on in that noggin of his?
Nothing.
I was talking about his mind, not yours.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, I get it.
Well, hello now.
"The arrest and confession of Dick Liddil."
You don't say so.
That's very strange.
Says here Dick surrendered three weeks ago.
You must have been right in the neighborhood.
Well, apparently, they kept it a secret.
If I get to Kansas City soon, I'll ask somebody about it.
You two ready?
I will be, by noon.
There is a ship She sails the sea
She's loaded deep As deep can be
But not as deep As the love I'm in
I know not if I sink or swim
The water is wide
I can't cross o'er And neither have I wings to fly
Give me a boat That can carry two
Both shall row My love and I
For love is gentle And love is kind
Sweetest flower When first it's new
But love grows old And waxes cold
And fades away Like the morning dew
There is a ship She sails the sea
I guess I'll take my guns off...
...for fear the neighbors might spy them.
Don't that picture look dusty?
What have...? What have you done?
Jesse.
Jesse?
Jesse? Jesse?
Jesse!
No!
No. Jess...
Come back. Oh, come back.
Oh, Jesse! No!
Oh, Bob. Have you done this?!
I swear to God I didn't.
It was an accident, Zee.
Come on. Pistol went off accidentally.
Put my name.
Why, what'd you do? I shot him.
You might wanna keep that.
Thank you all very much.
The resulting prints sold for 2 dollars apiece...
...and were the models for the lithographed covers on a number of magazines.
Soon a thousand strangers were making spellbound pilgrimages to the cottage...
...or were venerating the iced remains in Seidenfaden's cooling room.
The man who offered 30,000 dollars for the body of President Garfield's assassin...
...sent a telegram to City Marshal Enos Craig offering 50,000...
...for the body of Jesse Woodson James...
...so that he could go around the country with it...
...or at least sell it to P.T. Barnum for his Greatest Show on Earth.
Another photograph was taken of the renowned American bandit...
...nestled in his bed of ice.
And it was this shot that was most available in sundries and apothecaries...
...to be viewed in a stereoscope alongside the sphinx...
...the Taj Mahal, and the catacombs of Rome.
Hello, here!
"The arrest and confession of Dick Liddil."
Young man, I thought you told me you didn't know Dick had surrendered.
You mean he did? I didn't know.
But I knew I had not fooled him.
And he knew, as well as I, in that moment that I intended to bring him to justice.
But he would not kill me in the presence of his wife and children.
And so he was smiling to throw me off-guard.
Well, it's all right, anyway, Bob.
It was widely felt that Bob possessed some acting talent...
...and Charley, not a jot.
That picture's awful dusty.
Charley was only expected not to slouch or mutter...
...and to transport his sicknesses to the alley before letting them go.
And that's...
...how I killed Jesse James.
By October of 1883, Bob Ford could be identified correctly...
...by more citizens than could the president of the United States.
He was as renowned at 20 as Jesse was after 14 years of grand larceny.
You won't get your hooks into me.
That's right. That's right. Sit next to your boyfriend. Jezebel.
Charley was increasingly superstitious...
...increasingly subject to the advice of soothsayers...
...who promised to cure his miseries with pipe smoke and poultices.
You been spending too much time with Gypsies, Charley.
Shit.
The picture's awful dusty.
Something began to change in Charley's stage portrayal of Jesse.
His gait seemed more practiced.
His voice was spookily similar to the man's.
His newly suggested dialogue was analogous...
...to a script Jesse might have originated.
He began to look at his younger brother with spite...
...as if he suspected that in some future performance...
...he might present himself to a live cartridge in Robert Ford's gun.
Murderer!
Cur!
Coward!
You wanna investigate my courage? Do you?
Find out! Find out!
Nobody.
Coward!
By his own approximation, Bob assassinated Jesse James over 800 times.
He suspected no one in history had ever so often or so publicly...
...recapitulated an act of betrayal.
Bob always challenged the allegations of cowardice...
...but Charley seemed to agree with them.
He spoke of Mrs. Zee James as certain priests might the Madonna...
...and composed long soul-describing letters to her...
...begging her forgiveness...
...none of which he mailed.
Charley Ford became all that his countrymen wanted an assassin of Jesse James to be.
Jesse James was a man Who killed many men
He robbed the Glendale train
And he stole from the rich And he gave to the poor
He had a hand And a heart and a brain
Well, Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life
Three children They were brave
But that dirty little coward Who shot Mr. Howard
Has laid Jesse James in his grave
It was Robert Ford That dirty little coward
I wonder how does he feel
For he ate at Jesse's bread And he slept in Jesse's bed
And he laid poor Jesse in his grave
Well, Jesse had a wife To mourn for his life
Three children They were brave
But that dirty little coward Who shot Mr. Howard
Has laid poor Jesse in his grave
I'm Robert Ford.
It was two children, not three.
Hey.
You get yourself home, son, okay?
Come on. Get out of here. Get out of my place.
He thought, at his angriest...
...about visiting the kin of Jesse's slaughtered victims:
Mrs. William Westfall in Plattsburg...
...the Wymore family in Clay County...
...perhaps even Mrs. Joseph Heywood in Northfield, Minnesota.
He would go to their homes and give his name as Robert Ford...
...the man who killed Jesse James.
He imagined they would be grateful to him.
It was only with Dorothy Evans that Bob spoke revealingly or plainly...
...and it was with her that he spoke of things he didn't know he knew.
He told her that he had no real memory of the shooting and its aftermath.
He could remember lifting the gun that Jesse had given him...
...and then it was Good Friday and he was reading about the funeral proceedings...
...as if they'd happened a long time ago.
Why did you kill him?
Well, he was gonna kill me.
So you were scared and that's the only reason?
Yeah.
And the reward money.
Do you want me to change the subject?
You know what I expected?
Applause.
I was only 20 years old then. I couldn't see how it would look to people.
I was surprised by what happened.
They didn't applaud.
He was ashamed of his boasting...
...his pretensions of courage and ruthlessness.
He was sorry about his cold-bloodedness, his dispassion...
...his inability to express what he now believed was the case:
That he truly regretted killing Jesse...
...that he missed the man as much as anybody...
...and wished his murder hadn't been necessary.
Even as he circulated his saloon...
...he knew that the smiles disappeared when he passed by.
He received so many menacing letters...
...that he could read them without any reaction except curiosity.
He kept to his apartment all day, flipping over playing cards...
...looking at his destiny in every king and jack.
Edward O'Kelly came up from Bachelor at 1 p.m. On the 8th.
He had no grand scheme, no strategy...
...no agreement with higher authorities...
...nothing beyond a vague longing for glory...
...and a generalized wish for revenge against Robert Ford.
- How'd it go last night? - Not so bad.
The other one.
Edward O'Kelly would be ordered to serve a life sentence...
...in the Colorado Penitentiary for second-degree murder.
Over 7000 signatures would eventually be gathered...
...on a petition asking for O'Kelly's release...
...and in 1902, Governor James B. Orman would pardon the man.
You shouldn't be wearing that stickpin again there, Bob. Opals are unlucky.
My luck's not very good as it is. I don't think an opal's gonna change that much.
I hear you.
There would be no eulogies for Bob...
...no photographs of his body would be sold in sundries stores...
...no people would crowd the streets in the rain to see his funeral cortege...
...no biographies would be written about him...
...no children named after him.
No one would ever pay 25 cents to stand in the rooms he grew up in.
Hello, Bob.
The shotgun would ignite, and Ella Mae would scream...
...but Robert Ford would only lay on the floor and look at the ceiling...
...the light going out of his eyes...
...before he could find the right words.
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