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Life And Times Of Judge Roy Bean Script






Shut the door, squirrel.






How are you?



Bean. Roy Bean.



Maybe you heard of me.

My picture's on the wall.



On the other side of that wall over there.






robbed the Granger's Trust

down in Magdalena.



That's no easy pickings.



Bonanza Stud

had his left hand shot half away...



and l picked two pellets

of crude-iron buckshot...



out of my ankle.



l always heard that a man on the dodge

is welcome west of the Pecos.



Maybe l heard wrong.



You heard right.



''Revised Laws and Statutes

of the State of Texas.''



What's that doing here?



For the whores to piss on.



Give him a drink of cactus whiskey.



You a bank robber?



You get much out of that Magdalena one?









That's right, enough.



Buy me a drink, bank robber?



Listen, when Roy Bean drinks,

everybody drinks.



Give me the money.



Let me get some of that.



l want some of that money!



-Get off him.

-Get him strung.



Yeah, that's right.



Here! Tie it!









Come back here, you son of a bitch!



Kill him! Shoot him!



l'm going to get Marvin.



Come on back here!

l ain't through killing you!



You hear me?

All of your kind, l'll be waiting!



The first time l saw Roy Bean...



he was set on killing me.



Thought l was the Devil, come to take him.



lt was an understandable thought,

considering all the carnage...



that he had so recently brought forth.



l'm the Reverend Mr. LaSalle.



''Though l walk in the valley

of the shadow...



''l fear not.''



What has happened here?



These men tried to hang me,

and they have been killed for it.



How many of them are there?



A lot of them.



-Who did the killing?

-l did.



They were bad men,

and the whores weren't ladies.



''Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord.''



lt was.



l'm waiting for the buzzards.



They don't deserve burying.



Maybe they don't...



but they ought to be.



They are a stench and an abomination.



l've got a shovel if you don't.



I buried them

because Christ had died for aII of them.



It was his choice, not mine.



I am not one to question the wisdom

of the AImighty.



Get my Bible.



lt is in the saddlebag.



l will read over the dead now.



My Bible, please, Mr....







-Roy Bean.



Judge Roy Bean.



l am the new law in this area.



-What has qualified you as such?

-l know the law...



since l have spent my entire life

in its flagrant disregard.



l had never killed a man before.



l'd shot at some...



in self-defense or blind fright,

but l never hit anyone.



So God must have directed my bullets.



Why, he even sent an angel...



to deliver this weapon.



Just how do you intend

to dispense this law?



With this. And a rope.



And will you rely again

on the grace of God?



l intend to practice...



and give him some help.



Get on with the reading.



l've turned to the Book of Psalms...



and l will read from Psalm number   ...



which l deem to be appropriate.



''Let their teeth be broken...



''and blunted in their mouths...



''the great teeth of the young lions.



''...he shall take them away

as with a whirlwind...



''both living, and in his wrath.



''The righteous shall rejoice

when he seeth the vengeance...



''he shall wash his feet

in the blood of the wicked.



''So that a man shall say...



''Verily, there is a reward

for the righteous...



''verily, he is a God

that judgeth in the earth.''



What of them?



How do they fit

into your scheme of justice?



The law is going to protect them.



lt says that somewhere in here.



Where is she?



Who? The angel?



lf ever there was one.



Dónde está Ia muchacha?



TraigaIa aquí.



Does she speak American?



What is your name, señorita?



How are you called?



Marie Elena.



Marie Elena...



l want to thank you for what you done,

is what l want to do.



Maybe you can explain

to these people here...



that l mean them no harm.



Tell them it's going to be a new place.



lt's going to be a nice place to live.

l'm the new judge.



There will be law.



There's going to be order,

progress, civilization, peace.



Above all, peace.



And l don't care who l have to kill to get it.

Go on. You tell them that.



Tell them the horses

that belonged to them vermin are theirs.



Their guns.



The land.



Just that place....



That place there, that's mine.



They do not want the horses.



They will take the horses.

They do not want the land.



They are grateful.



They do not need the guns.



You are their patrón.



You mean l own everything

if l do all the getting shot at.



lt is an old and fair arrangement.



And somewhat shrewd, l might add.



That brothel there...



it will be my courthouse.



Place to deal out justice,

place to get shot at...



and shoot and hang others from.

That's what it is.



l intend to live there, regardless.



What is it, my child?



l will live there, too.



She will what?



-You don't want me to live there.

-No, l don't.



Not yet, anyway.



Don't you have parents or the like?



Perhaps she could live in that little shack

off to the side.



Perhaps you could live in that little shack

off to the side.



''Blessed is the Lord thy strength,

which teaches thy hand to war...



''and thy fingers to fight.''



l shall pray for you, Bean.



This land abounds

in ruffians and varmints.



Their numbers are legion,

their evil skills commensurate.



Piss on them.



That was the first and Iast time

I saw Judge Roy Bean.



I never got back to that country,

and died of dysentery in oId Mexico.



I haven't seen him since,

so he probabIy went to HeII.



Lillie Langtry.



The Jersey Lily.



Fairest voice, softest hair,

eyes the color of a starlit night.



The most beautiful woman in all creation.



That's who that is.



Why, even princes drink champagne

from her slipper.



Look at the color of that hair.



l cannot see any color.



That's 'cause it's a bad likeness.



But even a bad likeness of Lillie Langtry...



is worth most women in the flesh.



Get back in there, child.



Who are you?



Big Bart Jackson.



This is my gang.



Tector Crites...



Whorehouse Lucky Jim...



Nick The Grub, Fermel Parlee.



-You outlaws?

-We're honest men.



Merely been driven to a life

beyond the law by circumstances.



You ever been here before?



Don't even know where l am now.



lt's the Eagle's Nest,

Vinegarroon County, Texas.






What is a ''vinegarroon''?



Well, it's a Mexican word.



Means whiptail scorpion, mean as hell.



l don't want trouble from you...



only food, water

and some cactus whiskey...



if that sign's not an idle boast.



Nothing on that sign is an idle boast.



lncluding the law.



Got any money?



Not much.



We tried to rob the Three Rivers Flyer.

Couldn't catch him.



The passengers shot at us

from windows for sport.



Not easy being an outlaw

in times like these.



Ordinarily, l'd take you in my court

and try you and hang you.



But if you got the money for whiskey,

we can dispense with those proceedings.



-Do you get much judging around here?

-What do you mean?



l mean, what's the use of being a judge

if you ain't got no one to law?



Got a whole graveyard of previous cases.



l'll bet you could do even better

if you had more cases to try.



-That's right.

-What are you getting at?



What kind of court of law is it?

Has no marshals.



l don't need no marshals to back me up.



There's Judge Parker,

Fort Smith, Arkansas--



-Has marshals.




-A wealthy and respected man today.

-That he is.



Marshals have to be

men of strong moral fiber.



Country like this, overrun with outlaws....



Rich in possibilities.



l see no reason why the State of Texas...



through myself, could not provide...



half the booty and loot collected

as legal property of this court.



Split up four ways, l imagine.







Why, the State of Texas

would probably pay a bonus each month.



You mean, a bonus for the man

that does the most to the stopping...



of banditry and ''outlawlessness''

that runs rampant in this land.



Providing l was able to find men of...



sufficient moral fiber.



Raise your right hands.



Do you solemnly swear

to uphold the letter of the law...



as stated in

The Revised Statutes of Texas,     ?.



And furthermore,

do you swear solemn allegiance...



and vow to uphold

the honor of Lillie Langtry?



-l do!




Can l be the bartender?

l've had my fill of being shot at for money.



What about that part about Miss Langtry?



That's the most beautiful woman

l ever seen in all my born days.



By the power vested in me...



through God and the great and honorable

State of Texas...



l hereby proclaim you

to be marshals of the court...



of the county of Greater Vinegarroon.



-For Texas and Miss Lillie!

-For Texas and Miss Lillie!



The whole thing was a mistake.



Why, l was framed from the start.



Set up by this two-bit vigilante judge

and his lynch mob.



They had nothing better to do.



Besides, l was easy to catch.



This here is Sam Dodd, Judge.

Genuine murderer.



-Who'd he kill?

-Chinaman and his greaser wife.



-Stole a fruit jar full of money.

-How much?



Close to $  .



$  ?



That's a serious crime, son.



Where's the evidence?



We buried the victims

no more than an hour after he done it.



Get down off that horse!



l don't cotton to looking up

to the likes of you.



Hear ye! Hear ye!



Court of Vinegarroon is in session.

There'll be no drinking.



Judge Roy Bean presiding.



Do you have anything to say

before we find you guilty?



l'm not guilty of nothing.



There's no crime that l've done wrong.



Do you deny the killing?



l do not deny it.



But there's no place in that book where

it says nothing about killing a Chinese.



And no one l know

ever heard a law on greasers...



niggers, or lnjuns.



All men stand equal before the law.



And l will hang a man for killing anyone,

including Chinks, greasers, or niggers!



l'm very advanced in my views

and outspoken.



But there's no place in that book that--



Trust in my judgment of the book.



Besides, you'll hang

no matter what it says...



'cause l am the law.



The law is the handmaiden of justice.



Get a rope.



Let's go, Sam Dodd.



l want to say something.



Don't l get to say nothing?



By all means.



l want to say that l still believe

this whole thing is a mistake...



and that l am no worse,

and probably better...



than the men

who are about to end my days.



Well spoken, son. That's enough.



It was wrong to do this to me

for the crimes mentioned...



but I'd aIso kiIIed white men

and stoIe their horses.



So I figured that

that's what I was being hung for.



My onIy concern was that

that rope be tied properIy...



and the whoIe thing done right.



It was.



Verily, it has come to pass

that the wicked, outlaws, et cetera...



are going to have their teeth

blunted like lions...



with their necks stretched and broken.

This is the fate of the wicked.



And all this has come to pass

'cause it is the duty of the righteous...



which is us,

to hang the wicked whenever we can.



So that a man can say truly...



that God has appointed a judge

upon the earth.



That is how it is

and the way it will be. Amen.







Bar is open!












l'm Snake River Rufus Krile,

a long way from home.



Quit grinning.

Can't stand a man that grins.



l call that bet, and l'll raise you $  .



l'm blood kin to a Gila monster.



-Can drink my weight in wolf poison.




Massacre, bloodshed...



famine and drought

all put meat on my bones.



l'll see that and raise you $ .



Hardship and slaughter: my daily bread.



You in or out, Judge?



l'm considering....



l can whip a full-grown longhorn cow

with my hands tied.



Make violent love to mountain lions.

My trigger fingers are itchy.



l'm set to go, red hot.



Raise you $ .



Justifiable homicide.



l fine that man two bits

for firing a gun in a public building.



l also fine him...



$   $  ....



$   for lying around.



Whorehouse, l call you and...



raise you $  .



l call.



Three bullets.



The marshaIs found

that the Iand abounded in opportunities.



And the pickings was easy.



LittIe did the varmints expect

the Iong arm of justice...



to reach them from within.



CriminaI vermin was pIentifuI

and of good vaIue, too.



We had us a tabIe piIed high with siIver

in no time.



And that was just the beginning.



The confiscated property

of them that was caught and hung...



aIIowed the Judge

to institute civic improvements.



WagonIoads of reaI, Iaw-abiding citizens

came to settIe.



The Judge himseIf became a man

of considerabIe weaIth and consequence.



He veriIy papered the courthouse waIIs...



with posters of his true and fair Iove.



He even sent riders to the raiIhead

to bring back the New York Times...



so he couId foIIow the expIoits

of Miss Langtry...



Jersey LiIy,

voice as sweet as that of a nightingaIe.



l am...



disturbed by the news this morning.



What is it, Judge?



l am crestfallen.






Crestfallen by the...



report that Miss Lillie,

in a playful mood at a royal outing...



slipped a frog down the back

of His Highness Albert Edward...



Prince of Wales.



lt was in a moment of frivolity,

you understand.



She slipped a frog

down this prince's neck?



Anyway, the Prince

was ruffled by the incident...



and disfavored Miss Lillie for it.



l suppose he would.



Suppose he would?



Ought to go over there

and hang the son of a bitch!



l would, too, except l got

too much respect for the royal family.



-Where'd you get that dress?

-You sent for it.



lt sure didn't look like that

in the Sears and Roebuck catalog.



-Don't you like it?

-With all due respect to Miss Lillie...



l think she'd understand,

yeah, l like it a lot.



Just don't go wearing it around here

during drinking hours.



Sheriff! You better come quick!

There'll be an illegal lynching!



Hold it!



The only lynching around here

will be done according to the law.



Hell, Judge!



We got the tar and we got the feathers.



What is all this about, Bart?



We, as the decent folks of this community,

will not abide by pimp gamblers...



and women of the night

at prices like these.



-What's the going price?

-$  that's the price!



-Gold or silver!




l'd be willing to make a special rate

for you, Judge...



-considering that--

-No, sir.



What goes for my town goes for me.



Justice goes for all.



Justice is the handmaiden of the law.



-l was only trying to make amends.




What you have done to these...



gentle damsels....



l accuse you, sir,

of leading them down the primrose path.



Making them slaves

to passion and the dollar.



$ .



-$ .

-$ .  .



For you, Judge, nothing.



Get those ladies down

from that traveling bordello...



and put them on the porch. You, sir.



Get out of my way.

That's it, come to me. l'll catch you.



l ain't going to sentence you, boy,

but l am going to warn you...



if you ain't out of here in five minutes,

l will open court.



-l haven't even got a horse.

-Steal one! A fast one!



Remember, we hang horse thieves

around here.



Spread out, ladies.



l didn't mean that.



What do you want

to do with them, Judge?



Just bear witness.



Bart, come here.






Right there. Right there.



Whorehouse, come here.



Right there.




-Yes, sir?



-Come on out here.

-No, not me, Judge. l'm a benedict.



What about me, Judge?



Over here.






l intend to steer you back

to the path of righteousness.



l hereby sentence you to one year...



under protective custody of my marshals.



Bar's open! Drinks are on the house!



l think, my dear...



that you are

a case for special consideration.



l hereby declare you a ward of the court.



A pig!



l likewise advise you to find a fast horse.



Hold it!



-All right, let's go inside.

-The Judge can handle it.



-Where you going?

-l am going for a walk.



Smell how sweet that air is.



lt's almost tropical, that's what it is.



ln the desert at night,

in the moonlight, it smells like...



it could be a teeming jungle...



in Africa or lndia or the like.



And it makes me dream about this land.



What l'm going to make of it.



Someday it's going to be covered...



with farms and towns.



There's going to be a railroad.






covered with brick.



Buildings made of stone,     feet high.



There will be factories

and slaughterhouses...



like l seen in those pictures

of Denver and Chicago.



And l am going to have a courthouse

made of granite, four stories high...



so l can look down

and see that everything is going to plan.



And you can have anything you want.



You just think of anything you want.



A box that makes songs.






A box that you open, it makes songs.



-Music box.




l would get you a pipe organ.



-What songs would you want it to play?

-Any songs.



You ever hear the YeIIow Rose of Texas?



No, why?



You should have.



How does it go?



Sing more.



No, l can't sing.



lt's cold in that shack where you live,

ain't it?



lt's all right in the summer.



Yeah, but it's cold in the winter

and it leaks in the rain, don't it?






And the wind comes through.



Only when it's blowing.



Yeah, it is summer and the sky is clear,

there's no wind.



You should spend the night

in the courthouse so l can protect you...



from the elements.



What are you doing there

in the middle of nowhere, digging a hole?



A grave.



When that wheel come off the wagon,

l took it for a sign.



-This here's my dying ground.

-Where you coming from?



Lived in the mountains mostly.

l was a mountain man.



Knew Jim Bridger, Kit Carson,

Liver Eatin' Johnson.



He was a good feller when he started.

But things get to him.



Went bad after a few winters.



Yeah, a man will do that.

What's your name, mister?



l'm Grizzly Adams,

direct descendant of John Quincy Adams...



sixth President of the United States.



His blood is in me.



l went wild as a youth,

ran away to the mountains.



Good life, free life, but cold.



So cold l'd go to the bears,

lie with them in their cave.



That's why l'm known as Grizzly.

l cohabitated with the bears.



What are you doing in Vinegarroon?



All my life, l've been cold.



-l come south to die where it's warm.

-lt's warm here.



There'll be no illegal dying.



The only people that die in my town

are those that l shoot or hang.



Get along with you.



Can't die here! Can't die there! Man

can't even die where he sees fit no more!



l want no part

of what this world's come to.



l'm glad my days are at an end.



That's Zachary Taylor, my oldest boy...



named after the   th President

of the United States.



l prefer his company to that of men.



Pick up that wheel and move on.



Or l'll have you both strung up

for disturbing the peace.



Hurry up, mister,

this bear ain't getting any lighter.



How about adopting him, mister?



He'll need someone after l'm gone

to love and be loved by in return.



Send him back to his mother.



She run off with another bear

from Colorado.



What do you think you're doing?



Come on back here and pick up your bear!



-Good heavens.

-Give Zach a good home, mister.



Or sure as hell,

l'll come back and haunt you.



There now. Good bear.



Go on, run for it. You can't bluff me.



-Go on back to your father!

-Run, Judge!



Okay, stay where you are, damn it!



-Come on, Judge, he's a monster!

-Nasty bear. You want to make friends?



Go on!



Get in there now. Go on.



Go to bed and lie down, you hear me?



I don't know which one he was taIking to.



But either way

it must've been one heII of a night.



The Watch Bear

moved right into the househoId.



The Judge and him and Marie EIena

were inseparabIe.



The three of them

used to go picnicking together.



Dearest LiIIie:



It was with fondest enthusiasm

that I received your Ietter this morning.



It was deIivered to me whiIe in court.

I dared not open it...



for fear that it wouId cause

me to reeI in dazed ecstasy...



and forget the grave responsibiIities

of my position.



We're ready, Judge.



Therefore I pIaced it

in a pocket over my heart...



where it has remained warm untiI now.



l don't want to hurry you,

but the horse is getting nervous.



Quiet, you damn fool.



Can't you see the Judge is reading a letter

from Miss Langtry? Come on.



Dear Mr. Bean: On behaIf of Miss Langtry...



I wish to thank you

for your correspondence...



of ApriI, March, February,

and January,     .



Miss Langtry is presentIy engaged

in a tour of the Continent...



and wiII make every effort to review it

at her soonest possibIe convenience.



Most warmIy yours, Dorothy P. PiIsbury...



personaI secretary to Miss LiIIie Langtry.



Any last words?



-We already said that.

-All right, give me back my cigar.



Carry out the sentence.



Could you lower...



the deceased a little bit?

He's not in the picture.



Lower him.



That's fine, right there.



All right, everybody.



The onIy reaI attempt to question

the authority of the Judge's court...



occurred the time Bad Bob came to town.



Not Dirty Bad Bob, the New Mexican...



but the originaI Bad Bob,

the mean one, the aIbino.



Bad Bob's in town!



Bad Bob's in town!



Wait, l'll go with you.



Bad Bob's in town!



-Hey, you!

-Help me!



Don't you ever question what l say.



l think you shot off my toe.



lt'd be the second one

over from the big one.



You go tell that snake-scum judge...



that l intend to burn his eyes out

and feed him to the buzzards.



Before l do, l want to eat breakfast.



l've ridden a long way

and amassed a powerful hunger.



Now, listen.



You tell him...



to prepare to go to Hell!



l will send him there directly. Now, git!



But what about my toe?



Now they match.



Cook him for me. Smother him in onions.



-How do you want your horse?










lt's me, Bob!



Bad Bob!



l've come here to shoot your eyes out.



And then l'm going to take

my ivory-handled knife...



and cut your head off and sell it

to a friend of mine in a carnival.



lt is my intention, Beano,

to rid the ground of your shadow...



and take my pleasure upon this town.



l have one thing to add.



Lillie Langtry is a pig-faced whore,

bitch, dog.



And l wouldn't waste my bullet on her,

let alone my seed.



Do you hear, Beano?



l'm ready, Beano.



Come and get it, Beano.



Come on, Beano!



Come and get it! l'm ready for you, Beano!






He's dead. He sure is.



He was shot in the back.



Who cares if he's shot in the back

or the front.



As long as the son of a bitch is dead.



You done it, Judge. You killed Bad Bob.



You call that sporting?

lt weren't a real standup fight.



Standup? l laid down to steady my aim.



l mean, he never had a chance.



Not at all. Never did, never would have.



l didn't ask him to come here.



l don't abide giving killers a chance.



He wants a chance,

let him go someplace else.



Shame to end so glorious a career

in such a manner.



Says in the Bible, Bobbo...



Psalm   .



''The righteous are going to rejoice

and triumph over the wicked...



''whose teeth are blunted like lions...



''and they get carried away

by whirlwinds and such...



''while God judges on this earth

through me.''



I reckon poker had as much to do

with winning the West...



as CoIt's .   or the prairie schooner.



As pIayed in the Jersey LiIy,

it required boundIess courage...



unerring judgment, and soaring faith.



It was more a reIigion than a game.



The Judge considered himseIf

a past master...



but then I never knew a Texan who didn't.







l'll call, and raise you $ .



l'll call...



and l'll raise you $  .



-That leaves me out.

-Excuse me, sir.



l believe that l'm addressing...



the supposed Judge Roy Bean, am l not?



Whatever you're selling, l don't want it.

We don't cotton to drummers around here.



l'm Frank Gass, an attorney-at-law.

l'm not a drummer.



You in or out?



l call and raise you $  .



l represent the estate

of Charles F. Booker...



late of St. Louis, Missouri...



who was the previous legal owner

of this property...



and all the land

extending in a    -mile radius.



l'll call you, and l'll raise you.



This silver-plated Bulldog pistol worth $  

l would say.



l am now the present owner.



l call.



Thought l was bluffing, didn't you?

Take a look.



A little queen-high straight.



You ain't going to appreciate this, Judge,

but l caught me a flush. Lookie.



Beer, Tector.



Excuse me, sir, l really don't--



Don't you have better sense...



or manners...



than to disturb a man

who's deciding whether to raise or call?



Do you know there's a city ordinance

against disturbing a man...



who's deciding whether to raise or call?



lt's a misdemeanor.



You could be shot for it.



-Here you are, Whorehouse.

-Thank you, Judge.



That'll be $  .



$  ?



Yeah, when l ain't winning, the beer's $  .



That ain't sporting.



What is a man supposed to do?



Start losing or quit drinking.



Now, hear this, sir.

l hold in my possession a grant of land...



issued by the King of Spain

for the aforementioned property.



Miss Lillie knows

some of them kings of Spain.



lt came into my possession

as payment for the Booker estate.



You don't say?



Provisions for grants of land

are made in the statutes of the State.



-Do you have a book of law here?

-Of course.



-Give it to me.

-Open for $ .



-Thank you.

-l'll see that and raise you.



That's a law book, not a salt lick.



l'll call that...



and raise you $  .



-Too stiff for me, Judge.

-l'm out.



-l raise you $  .

-That's too rich for my blood.



$  ?



l don't got $  .



Here it is. Now you just start reading that.



Article    section F.



That's a bad law. l just repealed it.



That is outrageous.



$  ?



l call.



-How many?

-Got a pat hand.



So do l.



l have, how do you say,

a full house, aces over.



Now you see here, Judge Roy Bean...



l will not be bandied around

and treated in this manner.



l'm an influential man,

and l have powerful friends.



So have l.



l'd like you to meet one of them.







-Let me go!



Watch your step there, young fellow.

Just watch your step.



-There you go.

-Where are you taking me?



There you go.



Get me out of here!



Help! Let me out of--



l'm going to be eaten alive!



He'll kill you first, then he'll eat you.



Last time that bear ate a lawyer

he had the runs for    days.



No! lf only you'd just let me go.




-l don't want your money.



lt just might be a good idea

to feed that bear a bottle of beer.



lt keeps him occupied.

Beer's a dollar a bottle.



A dollar a bottle? You call that justice?



Justice is the handmaiden of law.



You said

law was the handmaiden of justice.



-l'm going to be eaten alive!

-Works both ways.



After the passing

of approximateIy    bottIes...



the Judge and I came to an arrangement.



Since I had onIy $  Ieft...



I was in a poor bargaining position.



It seemed that the Judge

found me vaIuabIe...



in defending prisoners

who had financiaI resources eIsewhere.



A spirited defense

might unearth these resources.



I agreed to spIit the fees   /  .



I soon had

a burgeoning Iaw practice estabIished.



But I never forgot

what that egomaniac had done to me.



I intended to repay the Judge

in fuII someday...



and I had aIIies.



And your hat, it's ravishing.

Absolutely ravishing.



lt's good to see you. Good morning, ladies.



An act of God, like the Grand Canyon.



Haven't you two had enough

for one night?



lt's way past my bedtime. l'm going home.



The ancient Greeks...



worshipped at the feet of Aphrodite.



They loved mortal women as well.



The same goes for me.



Good night, Judge.



And her.



And Miss Lillie.



Get out of that bucket!



You drink beer, not a bear that eats glue.



lt's uncivilized.



A man has two loves:



an unattainable goddess...



and a mortal woman.



And he loves the mortal woman

twice as much...



for having worshipped Lillie Langtry.



You, Bear.



l'll have your head, is what l'll have.

l don't want to hear that!



l don't! Don't you give me any back talk.



Rather have your tail kicked.



Skin you alive, use you for a doormat.

Your heart's blacker than your hide.



You're no gentleman, never was.



Shame on you, Judge!

Quarreling with a bear!



You see what he did to Miss Lillie?



He defiled her.



He licked her dear face.



Breathed on her...



with his beer-fouled breath.



On that night,

an historic and tragic attempt...



was made on the Judge's Iife.



No one had ever seen

the assassin before...



or knew his motives.



But in my humbIe opinion...



it was Iawyer Gass who put him up to it.



That bear's drunker than l am.



lt ain't just the Bear.






What's all the shooting about?



Sounds like it came from the Jersey Lily.



That bear was sure raising hell.



-What's going on?





-Hurry, open the door!




-You all right, Judge?



Bart? What's going on here?



My God, who's that?



-Judge, what happened?

-What's happened here?



Look here, there's the Bear.



The fellow sure is dead.



-What's wrong with Bear?

-He's as dead as you can get.



-Anybody know him?

-What a mess.



-Anybody know this one-armed man here?

-Hired killer.



He's as dead as you can get.



What was he doing in here?



l don't know what he was doing here

this time of night.



That bear just don't tolerate lawlessness.



-Let's have a drink to the Bear.




There'll be no drink...



wasted on that bear.



Wasn't worth a hoot in hell.



He'd make a spectacle of himself...



for anyone with a dollar.



And he laid his profane paws

on Miss Lillie.



l've killed human men...



for less than what he did.



All right, let's get this assassin outside

and bury him.



Bury him?






l want him stuck on a cactus...



reduced to flies and ants.



l don't....



l don't want him in...



the same ground with the Bear.



l don't!



You take his feet, l'll take his head.



Put that arm there on his chest.



Hold his shoulders

or his head'll come plumb off.



His teeth have been blunted in his head...



the great teeth of a young bear.



He saw that the wicked

were carried away...



as in a whirlwind.



But there is a reward for the righteous...



the courageous, and the loyal...



and that reward includes beer...



plums and grapes...



and bears like Lillie Langtry.



The reward will be given in Heaven

where l got no jurisdiction.



Verily it has come to pass.



Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.






lt's all changing.



The country's changing.



The railroad's coming.



People will pass by...



and look out the window and never know

what it took to make all this.



They won't know about the Bear.



They won't know about me.



l guess it doesn't matter.



l'm going to have your baby in the spring.



A son.



Make it a son. l need a son.



King Louis XlV, King of France,

had     of them.



A man can't live forever.



Man is mortal.



Look at her, the brazen hussy.



You don't suppose he'll marry her, do you?



Heaven forbid. A Mexican?



The little bastard

would be the only thing in town...



without his name on it.



There is nothing worse

than a harIot turned respectabIe.



A reformed anything is bad enough...



but a reformed harIot

is the direct wrath of the DeviI.



Seems that those who have spent time

giving pIeasure for profit...



are aII the more zeaIous

when it comes to deaIing out misery.



Have you got a minute, Judge?



What's on your mind, Bart?



-We'd like to talk to you about something.

-Go right ahead.



The railroads are coming.



But we don't think

the train's even going to stop here.



What with men hanging

right out in clear view.



Don't get us wrong, Judge.

We ain't against hanging.



We just feel

that it should be done more private.



Yeah, in Dallas they do it

in a barn outside town.



ln a barn?



Like they was ashamed of it?



Why, l'd rather give up hanging.



No, sir.



The law says

that the guilty shall be punished.



And l say it shall be done

in broad daylight...



in the open, not sneaking around.



Like you was the ones that was guilty,

not them.



What about the ladies, Judge?

Their delicate sensibilities?



-And the children?

-The children?



lt's exactly what children need.

lt sets an example.



lt shows what happens

if they don't walk the straight and narrow.



Don't get riled, Judge.



l know who put those ideas in your heads.



They don't deserve any opinions.

l'll do the thinking around here.



And you can tell that to your whores!



l mean your wives.



There are several reasons

advanced for the fall of Rome:



the decline of the military,

increase in the savage hordes.



-But l got my own opinion.

-Here they come again, Judge.



l think it was those Roman baths.



Roman generals didn't even bother

to fight their own wars no more.



Swam around in scented oil,

lollygagging with the slaves...



stuffing themselves with larks' tongues.



-We're here for a showdown, Judge.




-Yes, sir, it is.

-About what?



You weren't right,

you calling our wives what you did.



-l forgot what l called them.

-The word don't bear repetition.






They may have been once about a time.



But now they're respectable,

married ladies.



-Piss on them!

-There you go again, Judge.



Lower your voice, for God's sakes.

We're in enough trouble already.



They heard what you called them.

They say we should defend their honor.



And they called us cowards,

craven cowards.



Said they're going to lock us

out of our houses, unless you apologize.




-And they're hopping mad.



Do us a favor, will you, Judge?



They're standing out there, waiting.



Go to them real hangdog-like...



as though we made you

ask for their pardon.






l understand you've taken exception...



to my calling you whores.



l'm sorry.



l apologize.



l ask you to note...



that l did not call you

callous-ass strumpets...



fornicatresses, or low-born gutter sluts.



But l did say whores. No escaping that.



And for that slip of the tongue...



l apologize.



''Miss Lillie Langtry and company...



''have recently embarked

on an Easter tour...



''of the midwestern

and southwestern states.



''They will perform one evening only...



''in the following cities: Chicago, April   .



''Kansas City, April  .

San Antonio, April     .''



My God, Judge.



She's coming to San Antonio.



They say that she is...



at her incomparable best

in The FooI's Revenge.



You should go and see her

before she grows old and fat.



Miss Lillie's beauty is timeless.



Anyway, l can't.



-Why not?

-Too busy.



l got all those civic responsibilities:



criminals to prosecute...



station house going up...



babies being born.



We will wait.



Get the Sears and Roebuck.

l'll need the proper attire.



When people go to see Miss Lillie,

they get dressed for the occasion.



They wear tails.




-That's right. Tails.



Coat, vest, pants: $    .  .






l'd like a seat

in the middle of the front row, please.



We don't have a seat

in the middle of the front row...



or anywhere else.



l see.



-How much will it be, $   ?

-$   ?



$    if necessary.



Just a minute.



Programs! Get your programs!



l'm sorry, sir,

we've been sold out for two days.



Price is no object.



l'm sorry, sir, we have no more seats.



Find some. l'm Roy Bean. Judge Roy--



The fabulous Lillie Langtry,

as she appears in The FooI's Revenge.



Programs! Get your programs here!



-Sir, l will give you $    for your ticket.




Could l buy your ticket for $   ?



l'll give anybody in this theater

$    for a ticket.



$   .



Take your hands off me.

l'm Judge Roy Bean.



Be easy on us, Your Honor.



Leave peaceable.



l'll go by myself.



-l'll give you $    for your ticket.

-Excuse me, Your Honor.



-l heard you with them police.

-Get away, boy.



-l'm trying to do you a favor.

-Go away.



l work for the opera house.



l wouldn't do this for nobody else.



Come on.



l mean, you being a judge and all,

talking about Miss Langtry and all.



How'd you like to meet her?



You know Miss Lillie?



l put her flowers in fresh water

every morning.



Part of my job.



Did you notice

any red and white roses there today?



Red and white?



Did you send those, Your Honor?



They were beautiful beyond belief.



-Miss Lillie like them?

-l can't rightly say, Your Honor.



Roses ain't her favorite flower.

But she appreciated the thought.



-What is her favorite flower?




This year it was tulips.

That's what it was, all right.






You can get me back there?



Sure. l know the stage-door guard

real good.



You can watch from the wings.



lt's the best seat in the house.



But it's going to cost you.



l mean, l got to make a living, too.



$   ?



And you can keep the change, son.



Thanks, Your Honor.



This gentleman is a friend

of Miss Langtry's.



He'd like to see her.



l can't let him in. l got orders.



He's a judge.



Well, seeing he's a judge....



But l can't risk my job for nothing.



Give him something.



Only a fin, Your Honor.

We don't want to spoil him.



-How are you, Tector?

-Glad to have you back, Judge.



Glad to be back.



-How was your trip?




-How'd you know l was on that train?

-l didn't know. l was just hoping.






Marie Elena's been calling for you.



The baby's fine, but Marie Elena....



She ain't....



We sent for the doctor

four days ago, Judge.



Ought to have been here by now.



What's going on here?



What kind of a welcome is this?



l can't abide you lying in bed.



You had the baby. You should...



be standing on your hind legs.



l'm sorry it's a girl.



Don't change the subject.



l can't abide you lying there...



all pale and wan. lt ain't becoming...



for my bride-to-be.



How did she look?






Miss Lillie.



Oh, her.



Had other things on my mind.



Music boxes and the like.



l expect you'll be dancing

to this tomorrow.






You'll be dancing to it tonight.



l can't wait till tomorrow.



l won't have it.



You'll be dancing to this tonight.

That's my ruling, by Gobs!









Howdy, Judge.



Would have been here two days sooner,

except the doc was on a drunk.



He ain't in very good condition.



Got away from us once.



But we caught him

and throwed him in the Pecos River.



Wake up, Doc. Come on, wake up.



You're here. Wake up. Get on out of here.



Get out.



You may take me to the patient.



Hang him.



No, l'll hang him.



No, Judge.



No. No, please.



My God. No, Judge. Judge, no.



No, please.



No, Judge. Please don't.



No. Please.



What is going on here?



You! Put that man down, sir.



What is the meaning of this?



-He's hanging the doctor.

-Well, you stop him. l forbid it.



l am the mayor. You are my officers.



As mayor of this town,

l demand that you do your duty...



and put a halt to these illegal proceedings.



Hanging is the outlaw's path to glory...



and much too good for the likes of you.



Judge, l think l should tell you that...



in your absence,

a town meeting was held...



Shut up, Gass.



...during the course of which

l was duly appointed mayor.






They voted for me, Judge,

by show of hands.



Our wives' fault, Judge. They kept at us.



l'm going home and beat mine.



Judge, can't we just pretend

it never happened?



Sure. That's a good idea, Judge.

Bygones is bygones.



The Judge Ieft everything

he owned or buiIt.



Rode off into the desert just Iike he came.



Time and the country

just swaIIowed him up.



Some say he never did return.



Like the historians,

they caII it ''a romantic fabrication. ''



HeII, what do they know?



How wouId anybody know better than me?



I was there. I saw it with my own eyes.



But I'm getting ahead of myseIf.



I took the Judge's IittIe girI

and raised her as my own.



LittIe Rose grew Iike a young coIt.



Lawyer Gass, he took over.



With a carpet bag fuII of papers,

he was abIe to steaI the same Iand...



that the Judge had wrested

from the DeviI...



with a gun and a rope.






It was steps going down

for the Judge's marshaIs.



Gass fired them...



and they was forced to seek IiveIihoods

beneath their stations.



It didn't take Iong for their wives

to ditch them, either.



As she grew...



Rose read the same books

the Judge had read.



I think she thought of him...



the same as one

of them ancient Roman gods.



Looking back...



we had in the person of Teddy RooseveIt...



the finest President

in the history of this country.



He had the spirit and determination

that matched the times and the Iand.



Then the women got the vote,

and everything went to heII.



WhiIe our boys was overseas

fighting the Kaiser...



the women got Prohibition put in.



Drinking and gambIing and whoring

were decIared unIawfuI.



AII those things which come naturaI

to men became crimes.



They went right on doing them, of course.

But in hiding.



And as if things weren't bad enough...



oiI was discovered in west Texas.



HoodIums came crawIing

out of the woodwork.



PoIiticians and crime Iords

were bedfeIIows...



and cops became pimps.



It was a generation of vipers.



Gass became the oiI-richest man in Texas.



He hired kiIIers and thugs

from the East to run things...



and kept order with his speciaI poIice.



Those that stood in his way

were shot down in gang wars.



BIood soaked into the mud

of Langtry again.



Miss Bean,

when l acquired the Jersey Lily...



it was without foreknowledge

of the resources that lay beneath.



l mean, it's hardly my fault

that oil was struck here.



You just remember

your dear father's dream, Miss Bean:



hotels, refineries, factories.



You keep my father's name out of this.



l am bending over backwards to be fair.



Take your time about leaving.

One week or two weeks.



You take your time, too, Mr. Gass.



Take a second.



Take two seconds.



And then git.



l said git!



Be out of there by midnight,

or you shall be evicted.



Evict us?



Let them try.



You don't stand a chance.

The law's on his side.



The law.



Yes, law.

l didn't say nothing about justice.



Uncle Tector.






That man on horseback.



He looks like...



something out of an old picture book.



Don't often see a man ride a horse

through this town anymore.



Just some...



old-timer who don't know

that civilization has set in here.



Civilization? We're not going to let it

swallow us up.



l won't stand by

and see my father's house...



the birthplace of law and order,

turned into a gasoline station.



Rose, there's nothing we can do about it.



l am a Bean.



And we Beans just don't know

when we're licked.




-Uncle Tector.



Let's give them hell.



You drunken bum. Stay out of here.



Bart. Big Bart Jackson.



Yes, sir, Judge.



What are you doing

wallowing in the mud...



in broad daylight like a common drunk?



l reckon that's what l've become, Judge...



a common drunk.



Shame on you for admitting it.



Life's dealt me

one bad hand after another, Judge...



since you went away.



What kind of talk is that

for a man of strong moral fiber?



l've slowly come unraveled, Judge.



Stand up, Bart Jackson, on your hind legs.



Yes, sir, Judge.



Yes, sir, Judge.



-Unbutton your ears.

-Yes, sir, Judge.



l want you to find Nick The Grub...



Fermel Parlee,

and Whorehouse Lucky Jim...



wherever they are.



Yes, sir, Judge.



-And meet me.

-Meet you?



At moonrise.



Meet you at moonrise? Where?



The Bear's monument. Where else?



Yes, sir, Judge.



Where else?



Here we go.



Who's there?



Judge Roy Bean and four marshals.



lt ain't neither.

Who do you think you're fooling?



He's back, Tector. Open up.



Hello, Tector.



-And you are my daughter.

-She is.



What's your name?



Rose. After the song.



You take after your mother.



Sometimes she takes after you.



How old are you?






God Almighty.



-l've been gone that long?




No wonder l feel like a stranger.



Where you been, Judge?



-Down the pike.

-Down the pike?



Whiskey, Tector. Cactus whiskey.



You ain't spoke yet.



Maybe you got nothing to say.



l wouldn't blame you

if you never spoke to me at all.



l ain't been no kind of a father.



You're always here, Pa.



You and Ma, and the Watch Bear...



and Miss Lillie.



lt'll be a little while, l reckon.



Care to play a few hands?



Come on over here

and sit where your ma used to sit.



l open for a .  .






l'll call the .  ...



and raise you two .  s.



-Not today.

-Yeah. l'm out, too.



l'll call.



-l'll call.

-l call.







l'll take three.



They're coming,

them brown-shirted bastards.



Four abreast.



l got a pat hand.



So do l.



Open in the name of the law.



You're being evicted on orders

from Mayor Gass.



Open up in the name of the law.



Take cover, men!



Pull that car over there

and shine the lights.



Vacate those premises immediately

or face the consequences.



We've stood for this long enough.

Raze that place.



We must be done with Beanism!



That eyesore.



That dreadful, barbarous shack.



Three .  s.



l'll call you and raise you, three .  s.



-l'll fold.




l call.



Thought l was bluffing, didn't you?



Queen-high straight.



l got a queen-high flush.



Tector Crites, Rose Bean...



come out or we'll burn you out.



Come on, let's burn them out!



Who are you?



Justice, you sons of bitches.



For Texas and Miss Lillie!



Fires raged and died.



WeIIs dried up.



A wind bIew the ashes away,

and sand covered the scars.



The desert recIaimed its own.



-Can l be of any assistance, Miss Langtry?

-How did you know my name, good man?



Why, everyone around here

knows what you look like, Miss Langtry.






We've been waiting for you

near to    years.




-Tector and me.



We're the only ones left, ma'am.



Come on, there's a lot to see.



The reason l walk this way, ma'am,

both my toes next to the big ones...



shot off by the original Bad Bob.



Mind the cactus.



This here is Tector Crites, ma'am.



He's the curator

for the Judge Roy Bean Museum.



How do you do, Mr. Crites?



This here is the Jersey Lily.



lt was named after...



-you, ma'am.

-Thank you.



Just like the town.



Genuine hanging rope. Notice the noose.



Frayed around the edges.

lt was the Judge's favorite.



Well, l seem to be everywhere.



The Judge always said

it was a shrine to you, ma'am.



The Judge.



Whatever happened

to that funny old judge?



He hasn't written to me in years.



Judge cashed in his chips, ma'am.



He passed away.



Oh, l'm sorry.



l say.



ls that a bullet hole through my heart?



Yes, it is, ma'am.



-They was wild men in those days.

-Who did it?



Snake River Rufus Krile did that, l believe.



-What became of him?

-Judge shot him.



Dead. Dead, dead.

Then he fined him for some other crimes.



-Later we hanged him.

-Most appropriate.



The Judge must have been

quite a character.



He was, ma'am. That he was.



His boots will be forever empty.



Get Rose's picture.



Judge's daughter got married last spring,

to an army aviator.



He's an ace in the war against the Kaiser.



His plane ran out of fuel.

He landed in the street out here.



-That's how they met.




-ls this the Judge's pistol?

-Yes, ma'am.



Do you suppose l might buy it?



Judge wouldn't hear of that.



He would want you to have it...



as a souvenir.



There's something else

he would want you to have.



l found it on the bar there.



Right after the fire.



lt's addressed to you.



ln his own hand.



My dearest LiIIie:



I take pen in hand

to write to you for this very Iast time.



I wish to teII you

that aIthough I've never seen you...



or heard the sound of your voice...



I have carried you with me

in my heart aIways.



Your presence on this earth

has given me strength and dignity...



becoming to a gentIeman.



HeIped me to drive away the coId

on a Iong and IoneIy night.



I wish to say IastIy...



it has been an honor to adore you.



God wiIIing, sometime in this Iife

or afterwards...



I may yet stand in your Iight

and decIare myseIf.



Forever and ever,

your ardent admirer and champion...



Judge Roy Bean.



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