The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford

The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford Vital Stats

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Release date 2007

Duration 160 min

Producer(s) Jules Daly, Lisa Ellzey, Dede Gardner...more

Director(s) Andrew Dominik...more

Writer(s) Andrew Dominik, Ron Hansen...more

Cast Brad Pitt, Mary-Louise Parker, Brooklynn Proulx...more

Genre Biography, Crime, Drama, History,

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The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford Quotes

 Narrator:
The day before he died was Palm Sunday. And Mr. and Mrs. 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.
 

 
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Narrator:
He was growing into middle age, and was living then in a bungalow on Woodland Avenue. He installed himself in a rocking chair and smoked a cigar down in the evenings as his wife wiped her pink hands on an apron and reported happily on their two children. His children knew his legs, the sting of his mustache against their cheeks. They didn't know how their father made his living, or why they so often moved. They didn't even know their father's name. He was listed in the city directory as Thomas Howard. And he went everywhere unrecognized and lunched with Kansas City shopkeepers and merchants, calling himself a cattleman or a commodities investor, someone rich and leisured who had the common touch. He had two incompletely healed bullet holes in his chest and another in his thigh. He was missing the nub of his left middle finger and was cautious, lest that mutilation be seen. He also had a condition that was referred to as "granulated eyelids" and it caused him to blink more than usual as if he found creation slightly more than he could accept. Rooms seemed hotter when he was in them. Rains fell straighter. Clocks slowed. Sounds were amplified. He considered himself a Southern loyalist and guerrilla in a Civil War that never ended. He regretted neither his robberies, nor the seventeen murders that he laid claim to. He had seen another summer under in Kansas City, Missouri and on September 5th in the year 1881, he was thirty-four-years-old.
 

 Robert Ford:
I can't believe I woke up this morning wondering if my Daddy would loan me his overcoat, and here it is just past midnight and I've already robbed a railroad train and I'm sitting in a rocking chair chatting with none other than Jesse James.
Jesse James:
Yeah, it's a wonderful world.
Robert Ford:
[reaches into his pocket and removes a newspaper clipping] Oh, what's this? I was real agitated this morning, wondering if I'd be able to tell you and Frank apart. So I had the clipping that described you both. You want me to read it?
Jesse James:
Go on.
Robert Ford:
Well, I gotta find... here. 'Jesse James, the youngest, has a face as smooth and innocent as a schoolgirl. The blue eyes, very clear and penetrating, are never at rest. His form is tall and graceful and capable of great endurance and great effort. Jesse is lighthearted, reckless, and devil-may-care. There is always a smile on his lips-'
Jesse James:
All right, all right.
Robert Ford:
Well, yeah. Then it's 'Frank, Frank, Frank... ' You know what I've got right next to my bed? The Train Robbers, or a story of the James Boys, by R.W. Stevens. Many's the night I've stayed up with my mouth opens and my eyes open, reading about your escapades in the Wide Awake Library.
Jesse James:
They're all lies, you know.
Robert Ford:
'Course they are.
 

 Robert Ford:
They gave me ten days.
Charley Ford:
For what?
Robert Ford:
Arresting him.
Charley Ford:
You and me, huh?
Robert Ford:
It's going to happen one way or another. It's going to happen, Charley, and it might as well be us who get rich on it.
Charley Ford:
Bob, he's our friend.
Robert Ford:
He murdered Ed Miller. He's going to murder Liddil and Cummins if the chance ever comes. Seems to me Jesse's riding from man to man, saying goodbye to the gang. Your friendship could put you under the pansies.
Charley Ford:
I'll grind it fine in my mind, Bob. I can't go any further than that, right now.
Robert Ford:
You'll come around.
Charley Ford:
You think it's all made up, don't you? You think it's all yarns and newspaper stories.
Robert Ford:
He's just a human being.
 

 Charley Ford:
Hey, Dick, you ever diddled a squaw?
Dick Liddil:
Shh...
Charley Ford:
Come on, you can tell me. I've always wanted to lay down with a redskin.
Dick Liddil:
Well, Charley, there's a feeling that comes over you gettin' inside a woman whose hands have scalped a congregation.
Wood Hite:
There's a thunderous sound that comes from their cooch on account of the fact that they birth a child standing upright like a wild animal.
Charley Ford:
What's it sound like?
Wood Hite:
Whatever a thunderous cooch sounds like, Charley. I don't know.
Dick Liddil:
No, they got a noisy quim on account of the fact that they use their cunnies as a saddlebag to carry tundries across the planes.
Charley Ford:
Come on, what'd it really feel like? It feel good? Come on. Fess up, now.
Dick Liddil:
I like you, Charley.
Wood Hite:
I like you too, Charley.
 



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