All language subtitles for The.Outsider.2002

(birds chirping)
(water lapping)
♪

(woman vocalizing)

(man and woman sighing)

(woman continues vocalizing)
♪

(birds chirping)
♪

(rain falling)
(woman continues vocalizing)
♪
(sheep bleating)

(dog barking)

- Boy: I'm ready, Da.

- And where are you going, our Benjo?
- I'm going with you.
- You have to stay here.

- But why?
- You have your own chores,
which I count on you to do, Ja?
Besides, I need you here,

to protect your mother.

I'll see you tonight.
♪

- Let's go inside, Benjo.

Benjo?
(woman vocalizing)

(sheep bleating)

Come on.
Come on, now.
Pull me up now.
(cattle mooing)

Hey, there!

- Uh, morning, Mister, uh,
Yoder, is it?
- Ja, I'm Ben Yoder.
- Ja!

(chuckling)
That just kills me, you know,
the way they say that.
"Yaw."

- I thank you to mend that
fence you just cut.
My sheep will get out.
- Well, see, now that's just

what we intended.
You got no right to fence in
open range.
- This is not open range

anymore.
It's my land.
Legally homesteaded.
Mr. Hunter knows that.

- We ain't fixin' no fence.

(whacking, horse neighing)

♪

- Are you all right?

- Get off my land.
- My family has worked this
land for three generations.
Along come you strangers with

your fences and your sheep...
and your piece of paper,
think you own it.

- We'll make this easy.
I'm gonna buy it from you.
- I won't sell.

- No, I guess not.
(hooves clopping)

But your widow will.

(woman vocalizing)

- (panting)

(whisk clattering)

♪

(birds chirping)
(shattering)
- Benjo!
- What is it?

- I don't know!
♪

- (screaming)

No...!

(crying)

♪

(background whispering)
(fire crackling)

- Our Rebecca.

You can go back to town.
We take care of our own.

- Mrs. Yoder...
take this.
- She does not need your pills,
Doctor.

She will pray.

- Have it your way.
- When will someone stop
this man?
You'll have to take that up with

the sheriff.

- man: Tell us.
Have you arrested Fergus Hunter
and his hired killers?
- I've been over there and I've

talked to them.
They said they caught Ben Yoder
with Hunter cattle.
- And I suppose Ben Yoder cut

his own fence, too.
- No, they cut the fence
all right, and I told them
to fix it.

- A man's dead, and they will
fix the fence?
- Hunter has witnesses.
Nothing I can do.

- So this is your justice?
Time and again, Satan comes as a
wolf among lambs, slaughtering
the innocent.

And yet you...
You do nothing.

- Pays to stay on the winning
side, don't it, Getts?
- I don't make the rules, Doc.
- Oh.

You just work for the man
that does.

♪

(wind blowing)
♪

(birds chirping)

(wind blowing)
♪

(sheep bleating)

- Benjo: M-M-M-Mam?

(man screaming)

- Benjo, ride into town
and fetch Doc Henry.

Benjo, you have to.
- But I c-c-c-...
(stuttering)

- If you can't say it to him,
then you write it down, okay?
This man is dying, Benjo.
Now, go!

(grunting)

♪

(gunshot, Rebecca gasps)

- Judas, how much blood
can you have left?

(chickens clucking)

(man wincing)

(sighs deeply)

(man wincing and screaming)
- The bullet glanced off his
rib and lodged right next to
the liver.

- Is he gonna die?
- I've seen men punctured with
more holes than a pie safe and
they still clung to life.

Well, makes you wonder why
they bother.

- Another one.
Do you think he's...
- A shootist?
Yeah.

You still want to save him?
- He's God's creature.
It is God's decision.
- If God had an ounce of sense,

he'd send this one

before the day is out.
- But you will do your best to
prevent that.
- Yes.

I'll try to save us the trouble
of burying him.
Help me out here, will you?

Well, look at that.
Prison shackles, no doubt.

Yeah, let's get this off him.
Okay.
Hmm.
Somebody took a whip

to him, too.
Makes you wonder what kind of
marks were left on his soul...
and if he'll thank you for

saving him, in the unlikely
event that he lives.

Hold him down.

- (screaming)
- Doc: Hold him down, hold him.

- Okay.

There it is.

(man continues screaming)

- I'm going to leave you this
carbolic acid to cleanse his
wound.
You needn't fry his insides

with any more kerosene.
- But I thought you were taking
him with you.
- He's in no condition to

travel, or to do you any harm.

- Benjo: M-M-M-Mam?
Is he gonna shoot us?

- We mean him no harm, Benjo,
so why would he want to hurt us,
hmm?
Besides...

he'd need these.
(quacking and clucking)

- Noah!
- Noah: Benjo.
- There's a man in our house.
And the doctor sewed him up

and I-I got to watch.
- Is that so?

Well, our Rebecca.
- Noah.

- In your bed?
- What was I to do?
Dump him in the corner like a
bundle of old gunnysacks?

- Would I say such a thing?

Hmm.

The boy said you had
the doctor out.
- He would have died otherwise.
- We don't need outsiders all

caught up in our lives.
- We need to do kindness,
our Noah.
- You don't listen.

You never did.
You reason things out
for yourself.
- God gave us minds.

He must have meant us
to reason.
- For the head of the woman is
the man.

- My man is dead.

- You set this food that was
meant for me at Ben's place.
I have to believe...
- I did it without thought.

- It is no disloyalty to him
for you to turn to me.

- I cannot think about those
things yet.

- Ben is gone, Rebecca.
So is my Martha.
And we still have lives to live.
Plain lives.

With boys to raise and more
children to bear for the glory
of God and the church.

The Zooks' barn was burned to
the ground last night.
Every week it's
something else.

You need the protection of
a husband.

You'll be running low on
firewood soon.
I'll send my boy over in a
few days with his axe.

- That would be kind...
if Mose doesn't mind.
- He does what I tell him.

♪

(wind blowing)

- Everything comes to be part
of the music, sooner or later.

And now you have, too.

I don't know where it
comes from.

Music is forbidden in
the Plain life...
except for singing
of the hymns...

so I've never told anyone.

(gasping)
- Where's my gun?
Where is it?
- It's in the cabinet.

- Now go get it.
- When you let go.

- Where am I?
- In a safe place.

- No such thing.

(rain falling on roof)

(birds chirping)

- (gasps) (screaming)

- What did you do to scare
my boy?

- Well, I might've said "bang."

- Put that thing down.

(clicking)
- It appears to me you don't
have a hell of a lot to worry
about.

- Hear me well.
I'll let you die before I let
you harm my boy.

♪

(laughter)
- woman: Maybe I can change
your mind.

(overlapping conversations)

- Evening, Doc.
- Mr. Hunter.
Sheriff.
- Some sick people out at

the Yoder place.
- Concerned about your
neighbors' welfare, are ya?

- Sheriff: You recognize
anyone?

Well, is that him?
Is that the man out there with
the Yoder widow?
- Yeah.

I was up there looking at
the hole in his side.
Probably dead by now.
- I'm thinking those holy

howlers have hired him.
- I thought they relied on
the Lord to fight their battles.
- Maybe they're getting sick

of losing.
(coin clatters on bar)

(crickets chirping)

- What the hell?

Are you some kind of nun?
- I'm a daughter of
the Plain people.
This is a Plain house.

We trust in our God to take
care of us.

- (wincing)

Punishment for the wicked.
- Punishment?
Is that what you think I'm
offering you?

No.
No, ma'am.

You have my gratitude.

- Well, it seems a bit late for
a proper meeting since you've
already cursed me, choked me and
bled buckets all over my best

muslin sheets.
- And you've stripped me
buck naked.
- I'm Rebecca Yoder.

- Johnny Gault.
- John said, "I am the voice of
one crying in the wilderness,
make..."

- "Make straight the way
of the Lord."
- You know the scriptures.

- I've had a few lessons.

- Where's Mr. Yoder?

- Benjo: "S"...
"C"...
"I"...

- Concentrate.
- "I"...
"S"...

- Concentrate, Benjo.

Someone's coming.

Stay right there, Benjo.

Mose!
Get in the shed!

(horses neighing)

- Afternoon, ma'am.
- Water the horses if you want.
Then ride on, please.
- Much obliged, ma'am,

but no, that's not what I want.
- Mr. Hunter, my place
is not for sale.

- Must be hard for you
and your boy.
Out here all alone since your
husband died.

Don't turn your back on me,
woman.

Now, you listen and you listen
carefully.
(door creaking)

Well, well.
Johnny Gault, isn't it?

- I believe I heard you
speaking unkindly to
this kind lady.
- So?

- So please don't do it again.

- Ma'am.

I'll be seeing you again.
- I hope so.

- Ka!
(horses neighing)

- Mr. Gault.
This is not the way to
settle my...
- Benjo: Mam!

- Mr. Gault.

- The fever has settled
in his chest.
Whoever it was said "only the
good die young" never lived

in Montana.
Laudanum.
It will ease his passing.
God knows, where he's going

there'll be suffering enough.
- The Lord may yet see fit to
save him.
- He might.

Though I can't say I believe
he'd be doing the rest of us
much of a favor.
- But how can we know what

someone's fate will be?
- You have a care, Mrs. Yoder.
The powers of darkness
sometimes do prevail.

(Rebecca praying softly)

- (shivering)

- It's okay.

Shh...

Shh...

- (ragged breathing)

♪

(breathing deeply)

- (sighs) (birds chirping)

(harmonica playing)

- (clearing throat)
You mustn't play music
in this house.
It was wrong of us to listen.

Instruments of music are not
allowed in the Plain
and narrow life.
We believe they lead us

into sin.
- (blowing scales)

Do you never sin, Mrs. Yoder?
- Well, I don't go out of
my way to do it.
- (blowing notes)

I do.

Far, far out of my way.

(blows note)

- Good girl.

(floorboard creaks)

(chickens clucking)
- Come on, shoo, shoo.

- Johnny: Where's my shirt?
- It was...
Let me get one for you.

- If you don't mind dressing
partly-Plain.
- Looks good on you.

(crickets chirping)

(gun clicks)

(clatter)

- In my line of work, you have
to learn how to read eyes or you
don't live long.
- I don't want to know anything

about that.
I will not have violence
around my son.

Give me your word,
you will not harm my boy.
- (chuckling)
My word?

What if I was a shootist
of some repute?
A gambler?
And a liar?

- I think that you've been all
those things...
but...
if you give me your word,

I'll believe you.

- Then you have it.

- Benjo, you eat those pickled
beets first.
And use your napkin.
- Yes'm.

- M-M-Mr. Gault?

Do you k-kill people?
- Benjo Yoder, what a terrible
thing to say.
Now, you apologize.

- There's no need, ma'am.

(sheep bleating)
- Excuse me.

Shoo!
Off the porch.
Shoo!

- Is that what they locked
you up in prison for?
- Prison?
I was never in...

(door creaking and shuts)
Oh, yeah, prison.
No.

That was because I didn't eat
all my pickled beets.

- Rebecca: Come on!
Come on...
Whoo, that's it!
(sheep bleating)

Come on.
That's it, come on, come on.
(clapping)
That's it, whoo!

Come on... whoa!
Hey!
That's it, come on.
Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, get back here!
Come on, now.
Come on, let's go.

- It appears to me, them sheep
got you running every which way
over there.
- (sighs deeply)

Sometimes I think it'd be
easier to move the farm to them.

- Could you help me out
with something?

- All our married men
have beards.

But my husband once had a wound
that required him to be
clean-shaven, and I undertook
to help him.

- I sure hope you're not riled
at me, Mrs. Yoder.
- Perhaps you should say your
prayers, Mr. Gault.

- I hope this isn't your
people's version of
the blindfold before
the execution.

- No.
This is my version of paying
you back for some of the anxious
moments you've caused me.

- Why do you wear this?

- A woman's hair should be kept
covered, except from
her husband.
- Seems like you people got a

rule for just about everything.
Why would God or any man
breathing want to cover
something so pretty?

How do I look?
What... am I bleeding?
- Rebecca: No.
But your nose looks crooked.

(laughing)
- Now look close, I know I
gotta be bleeding somewhere.
- You are not...

Noah, how nice of you to come
calling.
- I broke a wagon wheel back on
the road.

- Oh.
Mr. Gault, this is my good
neighbor and my particular
friend, Noah Weaver.

- How you doing, Mr. Weaver?
- How do you do?
I came to ask Rebecca if your
ewes will be dropping soon,

will you need my help?
- Oh, thank you.
Not just yet, I should think.
And if they come while Mr. Gault

is still here, we'll see
if we can't make a lamb licker
out of him.
- I sure hope that ain't what

it sounds like.
- Have no fear, Mr. Gault.
You appear to be fit enough
to be moving on soon.

- He's hardly ready to ride
a horse.

I have a spare wheel in
the barn, if you like.
- You want some help?
- No, thank you.

(boys shouting and playing)

- Look at that bird.
- Benjo.

- Come on.

(men mocking, imitating sheep)

(horse neighing)

(Benjo grunts)
- (laughing)

- (sighs deeply)
Truly the light is sweet, and
a pleasant thing it is for the
eyes to behold the sun.

Ecclesiastes.

(chickens clucking)
- What made you folks settle
way out here?

- Back in Ohio life was hard,
someone always trying to
push us out.
My Da saw this very valley in

a dream, and he led us here.

We thought it would be our
promised land.

Sometimes the will of the Lord
is hard to understand.
- Yeah, there's always trouble
when sheep come to cattle

country.
- Mr. Hunter kills our animals
and poisons our watering holes.

And he had his men murder
my Ben.

They hung him for a cattle
thief, is what they did.

- I'll kill him for you if you
want me to.
- What?
- Hunter and those men that

hung your husband.
- No.
- It was just an offer.
I figure I owe you.

- Benjo, crying: Mam!
- Rebecca: Benjo!
Benjo, what is it?
- They were gonna hang me.

- What?
Who?
What are you talking about?
- Those men!

Let's shoot 'em!
C-c-can't we shoot 'em?
- Benjo Yoder.
What a terrible thing to say.

Don't you say such a thing.

What would become of our
souls, Mr. Gault?
- It's not your souls
I'm worried about.

- Benjo!
Benjo!

(gun clicking)

(gun clicking)

- Johnny: Benjo.

Come out, Benjo.

- Teach me.
Do it for real.
- I don't know if my arm can
take the kick of a gun yet.

- But what if they come?

(loud gunshots)

(whirring)
(clatter)

- Johnny: Practice.

(steam hissing)

It's time you got to sleep
in your own bed again.
'Til I can move on, I'll bunk
in that wagon out there in

the yard.

That way if any trouble comes...
- Whosoever shall smite thee on
thy right cheek, turn to him
the other also.

God will protect us without
the help of your guns.

(crickets chirping)

(dog barking)

- Rebecca: Mr. Gault,
I need your help.

(sheep bleating)
(Rebecca laughing)
What are you intending to do
with those guns, Mr. Gault?

Aim them at some poor ewe's head
and demand that she push harder?
- No, I was fixing to point
them at you the first time you

told me to go lick something.

- Just start by separating out
some of the ones who look like
they're gonna drop.

- All right.
Yep.
(bleating continues)
All right.

Who wants to go first?

There's a baby one here but
I think it's dead.
- Try to get it breathing.
- What?

- Grab it by the hind legs and
swing it around.
Swing it around!
Go on.

Get him breathing.
Come on, girl.
You stand this...

(baby sheep bleating)

♪

(Rebecca laughing)

(fire crackling)

♪

- I've been thinking,
Mr. Gault, if you'd like
to stay on for summer,
I could pay you a dollar a day

and found.
- I'm thinking, Mrs. Yoder,
that I'd be bound to
accept such an offer.

- Why do I get the feeling
I should have held out for
two dollars a day?

- Your gun.
- Girl: Hello, Benjo.
(background conversations)

- Levi.
This is my little brother,
Mr. Gault.
You're apt to catch yourself

a fly.
- Good to meet you.
- My older brothers
and my father.

Brace yourself.
- What are you thinking,
Rebecca, bringing him here?
- He's here to witness

the preaching.
- (scoffs)
- And you just now sounded like
a sick hawk, our Samuel.

- He's an outsider.
He does not belong here.
- It's not a forbidden thing,
and I've hired him to work my

farm through summer.

Father.
- Hmm.

- Well, well, I must go.
We women sit separate from
the men.

(overlapping conversations)

(overlapping conversations)

(singing in foreign language)

(all singing in
foreign language)

(man singing in
foreign language)

- man: If a man say,
"I love God..."
and he hateth his brother,
then he is a liar.

For this commandment hath He
given us...
that he who loveth God
love his brother also.

(general conversations)

♪

- There you are, my Ben.
Something just for pretty.
That's what you used to say
to me when you'd bring me

flowers.

We had us a nice crop of
fat lambs.
And the bone pile's
been small.

You'd have been so proud
of Benjo.

It's hard sometimes.

(loud rumbling, horses neighing)
(cattle mooing)

- Men, shouting: Let's go!

- Benjo!

Benjo!
- man: Run!

- Move, Benjo!
- Look out!
- Everyone, quickly!
Into the barn.

- No...!

- Hurry, now, quickly.

Hurry!

(Rebecca breathing heavily)

- Johnny: He's all right.

Take your boy.
Go on back to the barn.

- Look.
- Stay inside.

- man: You know, I like
the sound of it.
"Woodrow Wharton, the man who
shot Johnny Gault."

- Johnny: More like,
"Woodrow Wharton...
the coward who shot
an unarmed man."

- That ain't the way
I'll tell it it.
- Oh.
A coward and a liar.

- You know, you're beginning to
rile me, boy.
(whirring)
(smack, horse neighing)

- In spite of what you people
have done, I figure it would
pain these kind folks to see me
blow your sorry head off.

On the other hand...
(gun clicks)

It wouldn't bother me one bit.
(gunshot, gun clicks)

(gunshot)

- (grunting)

- Enjoy your walk, Woodrow.

- Benjo: Johnny!

- You're a good man.

- Outsiders sought to take my
grandson from me.
You, an outsider,
gave him back.

- This time.
But it ain't over.
Seems to me you should sell out
and move on.

- They that trust in the Lord
shall be as Mount Zion, which
cannot be removed.
- Whoa to them that are at ease

in Zion and to them that are
secure in the mountain.
If you can't be removed one way,
like as not, you'll be

removed another.
- God's will be done.
Rebecca.
Abram.

Levi, Samuel.

- Noah: You make jokes and deny
the power of God,
but you would be dead if
the horse had not spooked.

That was God's doing.

- Well, sure enough.

That must have been a miracle.

- Come inside, everyone.
- Boy, you'll get me
in trouble.
♪

Whoa.

What happened back there...
with your father?

- I promised that come shearing
season, I would marry,
and you would be gone.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

♪

(background conversations)

- After I'm done at the dock
I'm gonna go find a horse.
You wanna help me pick one out?
- A horse?

- You're the one that promised
I was gonna be going.
I ain't walking.

(clanging)

♪

- How about if I buy us
horse traders a couple of
sarsaparillas?
- Benjo: Yeah!

- You better wait out here,
or your ma will have both
our hides.

(background conversations)
- Two sarsaparillas.

Enjoy your walk, Woodrow?

(glass shatters,
Woodrow screaming)

Mister, you are looking to
get dead.
Next time...
I will accommodate you.

Looks like I'll need another.

(gunshots)
(piano keys clanging)

(dog barking)

♪

- Benjo: Mam?
- Benjo, I told you,
I don't want to hear it.
- But Mam...

It wasn't Johnny's fault.
He just went in to get us
a couple of sarsaparillas,
and then those men came in,

the ones who killed Da.

(crickets chirping)
(woman vocalizing)

♪

- Johnny...
Johnny.

(woman vocalizing)

(sheep bleating)

- It's a beautiful morning.

The sky is so big.

- I should be moving on.
- You promised to stay
through summer.

(birds chirping)

Do you hear that, Johnny?

The music the earth makes.
Do you hear that?

I hear all the sounds
in my head.
And it comes together,
into music.

And I know it's wicked, but...
- You could never be wicked.
(Rebecca breathing heavily)

(panting)
- What do you want, Rebecca?

You ask too much.
(can clattering)

- (crying)

(quacking and clucking)

- Johnny!

Johnny!

Johnny!

Where is he?

Johnny!

Johnny!

- Johnny: You kick me again and
I will leave you here to die!
(angry shouting)

Perfidious...

You deserve to drown!

(both laughing)

Are you gonna come down and
wallow in the mud with the rest
of us sinners or cling to
your high ground?

- I believe I'll cling.
(sheep bleating)

- Go around to the other side
there and help me.

Now look what you've done!
You got me all wet.
- Benjo: I did not.

Now you're all wet.
- You're not... yet.

- (laughing)

♪

(no voice)
♪

- Johnny.

- When I was about Benjo's age,
I lived in an orphanage near
Fort McKavett down in Texas.

Every year come spring,
they'd get us all spruced up...
bath, clean clothes,
real haircut.

Take us down to the church.

We all thought it was so
somebody could adopt us,
so we're all thinking,
"pick me, pick me, pick me."

Of course, what those kind
folks were really doing was just
renting us out as cheap labor.
One year a hog farmer named

Cowper did pick me...
and he put me right to work.

If I did the smallest thing
wrong, he would beat the living
hell out of me.
So, the first chance I got,

I ran away.
But he got the dogs after me
and dragged me back.

He chained me up to a post in
the barn...
next to the scalding box,
right underneath a big

carcass hook.
And then he hauled up a live
hog right there over my head,
and he took out his curved

skinning knife and he stuck that
hog and left it there, squealing
and bleeding, while he read to
me from the scriptures.

It took that hog a
considerable time to die.

Then ol' Cowper gutted it and
told me he'd do the same thing
to me if I ever ran away again.

And after that, when I wasn't
working, he kept me shackled.

It took me... two years to
weaken a link in that chain.

But one night, I finally
got loose.

And I snuck into his house.

And I stood over him in his bed.

And I said to him,
nice as could be,
"Pardon me, Mr. Cowper."
And when he opened his eyes...

No, let me finish.
Let me finish.

When he opened his eyes,
I ran a pitchfork right through
his neck.
And I've been running

and killing ever since,
and I am good at it.

I got eyes in the back of
my head.
And I don't trust nobody.

I don't belong anywhere.
I don't deserve God's
forgiveness.
And I...

I don't deserve you.

Just let me go, Rebecca.

Just let me.

- Johnny.
- Mose and Benjo, they came up
to take the herd early.
- I know.

I asked 'em to.

- Why'd you do that?

♪

(chickens clucking)

- Rebecca.
(Rebecca gasping)

♪

(woman vocalizing)
(rain falling)

(low conversations)

- man: Samuel!
He has already brought your
sister down to his level.
Do you want to sink that low?

(woman vocalizing)

- Rebecca.

- I cannot give up my
family and my God.
It's too much to ask.

- What'll they do to you?

- They'll make me go on my
knees before the church
and confess my sins.
I will beg to be absolved and

I will vow never to sin in that
way again.
And it will never more be
spoken of by any of us.

And you will leave here,
never to return.

- Well, that's what they want.
What do you want?
- It doesn't matter
what I want.

- Yes, it does, Rebecca, that's
all that matters.
- That's not true!

- Marry me.

- A Plain woman must
marry Plain.
- Why?
Why can't you do what you want?

- I can't.

- I had another brother,
Johnny.
And he had strayed from
the Plain way.

He was placed under the ban...
was shunned.
We couldn't speak to him
or acknowledge him.

It was supposed to make him
turn back to us...
because no one can live
without family.

But he held out.
And so did we.

Until one night, he came into
my father's barn...
and he threw a rope
over a rafter.

It killed him.
(crying)

It killed him.

Stay with me, Johnny.
Stay with me until they do
what they will do.

(birds chirping)

♪

♪

♪

- Rebecca Yoder.
If you can face Almighty God
with a penitent heart and
confess to your sins now, then

ye shall be forgiven of them.

- I confess that I failed to
keep myself separate.
That I took the outsider
Johnny Gault... into my house,

allowing myself and my son to be
touched by his worldly ways
and corrupting influences.

I confess to having fallen
into the sin of fornication
with the outsider, Johnny Gault.

I confess to having fallen in
love with the outsider,
Johnny Gault.
The love I have for him,

it comes over me and over me.

It's like the music,
only it doesn't stop.
It just goes on and on.

And I think to myself...

if God loves all his creatures,
even the unbelievers...

would he demand that I deny
the love I bear for this
one man?
- Rebecca!

- I looked into my heart
for the shame I must feel for
what I've done.
But it isn't there.

I cannot lie to you, or to God.

Or to myself.
I cannot pretend to believe
what I do not and I do not
believe that my love

for Johnny... is wrong.

I am so sorry.

My brothers and my sisters,
I am so sorry.

(hooves clopping)

Johnny!

♪

(birds chirping)

- Rebecca Yoder.

Rebecca Gault.
You have been placed under
the ban by all members of
the church.

We will not share a table
with you or have discourse of
any kind with you.
Never will we speak your name.

From this day forth until
such time as you repent, to us
you are dead.

I don't know why you've
done this.
To seduce a Plain woman from
Why have you chosen to become

her damnation?

- Noah...
you know this woman.
She isn't damned.

(wind blowing)

- What?
What is it?
Tell me.
- My music.

- Yeah?
It's gone.
- It'll come back,
don't worry.

- It was the voice of God.

It won't come back.

(Rebecca crying)

- You two be careful up there.
(Mose whistles)

- Johnny: Boys.

- Mose: Got your sling,
little David?
- How come you can talk to me
but not her?

- You're not being shunned.
We're not even supposed to
talk about her.

I'm sorry, Benjo.

There was a bear up here,
two nights ago.
Nice big one, killed a couple
of sheep.

I figure he'll be back.

Bears like their meat kind of
spoiled.
And I'll be ready.

(branches cracking)
(sheep bleating)
(men laughing)
(gunshots)

- Mose: Hey!
Stop!
(gunshot, Mose grunting)

- Mose!
Mose!

(gunshots)

(smack, man grunting)

- Hunter: Put it down.

You tell Mr. Gault what
happened here, and who did it.
You tell him if he doesn't
like it, he knows where to

find me.
- I-I-I...
- I'll take that to mean that
you'll do as I say.

♪

- Johnny: Yah, yah!

(door opening)

- I had to take the Weaver
boy's arm off.

- I've come for my boy.
- He shouldn't be moved.
He's lost a lot of blood.
- Oh, God!

♪

- Johnny.

What are you gonna do?
- I'll tell you what I will
not do.
I will not turn the other cheek

and watch one of my family
get killed.

♪

(dog barking)

- Johnny: Is this the only one
who'd stand up with you?
- Ray wanted to have a shot
at you...

but that brat gave him a
headache.

(clicking)

(nervous shouting)

- Get down.
Stay right there.

- Mr. Gault.
What you don't seem to
understand...
is that I always win.

(gunshots)

(glass shattering)

(dog barking)

- Look out!
(gunshots)

(dog barking)

♪

(Rebecca breathing heavily)

Your guns, your guns.

- Please, no.

- Mam!

- Why aren't you doing
anything?
- Because she has a 44-caliber
bullet lodged next to

her pulmonary artery.
- You get that bullet out.
- Boy, either way, she's going
to die.

- You save her, damn it!

♪
(fire crackling)

- (stammering)

(clicking)

- Johnny, whispering: Please,
let me go in her place.
Take me.
Please let me die for her.

Let me die for her.
Let me die for her.
Please.

Let me die for her.
God, let me die for her, please.

God, let me...
Let me...
God...

(birds chirping)

(Rebecca breathing slowly)

- (breathing deeply)

- I can hear it.

The music.
I can hear it.

- Tell me, Rebecca, tell me
about the music.

- I can hear the stream...

And the wind...

The birds...
And...
and I can hear the rain on...
on our roof.

- I love you, Rebecca.

- Oh, Johnny.

My Johnny.
- Benjo: Mam?
Mam!

- It's you.

- Thanks, Doc...
for everything.

- You mind those ruts, now.
- Don't you worry.
I'll take it nice and slow.

- Let's go home.
♪

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