All language subtitles for Kid.Blue.1973.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-PLiSSKEN

Come on.

Oh!

Huey!

Oh, my knee.

Oh, shit.

What the hell
are we gonna do
now, Bick?

I don't know
what we're gonna do.

But, um, I've been doing
a lot of thinking

and I know
what I'm gonna do.

All by yourself?

Yep.

I just want to go off
and, uh, find me a town

and get a job.

A job?

Jesus Christ, Bickford.

There isn't a town
in Texas would give
a man like you a job.

All you know how to do is
rob and steal and kill.

Yeah.

You might be able
to dig a post hole,

but for the life of me,
I can't even see
you doing that.

Somebody's liable
to know Kid Blue

down that road,
Bickford.

♪ It takes a Texas sun ♪

♪ To tell you why
a man would run ♪

♪ When staying was easy ♪

♪ As a finger
on the trigger ♪

♪ Lady Luck was wondering ♪

♪ Why her boy
had gone astray ♪

♪ If the odds against him ♪

♪ Were longer than she
figured they would be ♪

♪ She said, "Kid Blue,
what's wrong with you? ♪

♪ I bet you didn't
come for fun ♪

♪ Kid Blue,
just looking at you ♪

♪ Is like looking down
the barrel ♪

♪ Of a blue steel gun." ♪

♪ Kid Blue,
make sure you do ♪

♪ Every good thing that
a Christian should ♪

♪ Kid Blue,
if they recognize you ♪

♪ You better get while
the gettin's still good ♪

♪ You better smile ♪

♪ Like an angel every day ♪

♪ When you lie ♪

♪ Better make them
believe you when you say ♪

♪ That the chicken fox
slipping in the Dime Box ♪

♪ Only come to pray ♪

♪ It takes a working man ♪

♪ To make
the country stand ♪

♪ And any town will do ♪

♪ If the folks know
that you're staying ♪

♪ If you get
to feeling wild ♪

♪ You're gonna lose
that angel smile ♪

♪ It won't be Lady Luck ♪

♪ It's the law
that will be saying ♪

♪ Kid Blue,
is that you? ♪

♪ I bet you didn't
come for fun ♪

♪ Kid Blue,
just looking at you ♪

♪ Is like looking down
the barrel ♪

♪ Of a blue steel gun ♪

Shh.

Not so loud.

You're new here.

It's a fact.

Well, say "sir" when you
talk to Mr. Hendricks.

That factory
at the edge of town
belongs to Mr. Hendricks.

Now, now, Jonesy,
he's just an ordinary
citizen.

No better than anybody
else here in Dime Box.

Take that spittoon out
and clean it.

Appears to me your trade
would be delivering fruit.

I'm Mean John Simpson.

I believe that.

But only my friends
can call me that.

What'd I better
call you?

Sheriff.

Now go empty it.

I'm damn tired of you
getting drunk

and falling
on our citizens.

Oh, no.

Yes, siree.

Happy days,
that's what we have.

Full dinner pail.

I'll tell you,
Mrs. Evans,

best thing to ever happen
to this town

was the factory
came to Dime Box.

You're right.

Got money now.

Do you know a shop owner
can charge $4

for a fine pair
of kangaroo calf box shoes

which is my pleasure
to supply them with.

We're all gonna be
prosperous.

Any man who wants
to work

can get a job
here in Dime Box.

And any man
who doesn't want to work,

in my opinion,
he deserves to starve.

You figure it
that way, son?

No, I couldn't
honestly say so.

Ain't you proud
of being a working man?

Well, maybe I'll get
used to it after a while.

You know, the Bible says
a man must toil.

Where would I get
ahold of a Bible?

Appears to me,
Mrs. Evans,

this boy ought to consult
a preacher.

There's such a thing
as too much preaching.

The way he talks,
he ain't had none.

That's close
to what I mean.

Look here, son.

We're all fine Americans
at this table.

I don't want to be
too hard on you,

you being new to town
and all and having
no proper education.

But these folks here
don't like being
made fun of,

or anybody making fun
of our Bible.

Well, I ain't, uh,
said nothing yet.

Well, I for one,

wasn't raised to share
a table with no heathen.

Are you talking
about me, sir?

Do you see any another
heathens at this table?

I don't know that
I'd rightly recognize
one if I saw one.

Pass down that cornbread.

Well, tell me some
more about this town,
Mr. Hendricks.

Well, after Molly
and I got married,

I decided to move
to Dime Box and work
in the new factory.

But I don't think
she likes it very much.

What is a factory?

Well, a factory
is where a lot of people
make products.

You see, America's
growing so fast

that we've got
to make a lot of products
for people to buy.

Well, people that buy
these products,

uh, they get the money from
making the products, right?

That's how it works.

How come these people

don't make the products
themselves and keep it?

Then they won't have to go
workin' in no factory.

Well, you can't make
these products

unless you have
a factory.

Watch your step, honey.

Factory, huh?

What kind of factory
is that anyway?

The Great American
Ceramic Novelty Company.

-I work in ashtrays.
-Ashtrays?

Little clay bowls that
you knock your ashes into,

for your cigar,
your cigarette.

Put your ashes
on the ground.

Not indoors.

Nobody smokes indoors.
It stinks up the house.

Well, Mr. Hendricks
says that everybody
smokes indoors back east.

Even the women
are smoking nowadays.

He says that
everybody in America

is gonna
be needing ashtrays
to hold their ashes.

Yeah.
Mmm.

The best thing I've ever
put down my neck.

I'm gonna...
excuse me.

Stand right here and be
sociable with the sheriff.

For a minute.

Or as long as I say so.

Yeah, about that long.

You ain't said yet
what you was doing
in Dime Box.

I never dreamed
you was interested.

Everything that goes on
in Dime Box

is of personal interest
to myself.

Ain't even a toad hops
or a scorpion crawls

with what I ain't got
my eye right on his ass.

Excuse them bad words,
ma'am.

And now the likes
of you shows up

and I'm sure
it's for no good purpose.

I saw your kind
of boys before.

And I know there ain't
no good in you.

So I'm gonna tell you
right straight out,

this is a good,
honest town,

full of hardworking folks
that expect me,

their sheriff,
to protect them

against any white trash
that might be moving in.

I don't know if you're
getting my meaning.

It'd be pretty hard
to misunderstand you.

And this young fellow here,
he's got himself a wife.

Feller needs himself a wife,
so's he don't drink too much,

start fighting and chasing
around with harlots.

You want me
to get married?

Yeah.

But keep away
from nice girls.

You're a hard man
to please.

That's why
I'm such a good sheriff.

Where do you
keep your gun?

I ain't got no gun.

Under your mattress?

I ain't got
no gun at all.

Well, you ain't allowed
to carry a gun in Dime Box

unless I say so.

I ain't got no gun.

I ain't got no wife.

All I got is a bed
and board and a job.

And I'm trying to be
as good a citizen I can.

Well, now, that's the kind
of story I like to hear.

Tell me that
every time I ask you

and I won't have
to shoot you.

Uh, excuse me,
uh, are you an Indian?

Hmm.

Are you a real Indian?

My daddy
told me that Texas

used to be crawling
with Indians,

but that they
took them all up north
to the reservation.

That was before
I was born.

My name is Bick.

Uh, Bick,
you savvy?

That's good.

My daddy used to
hunt buffalo.

But that business
wore out.

Oh, howdy.

How come you fellows
left a nice place

like the reservation
for a place like this?

We belong here.

No, not in Dime Box.

Well,
my father lives here

and, uh, his father
lives here...

and all my mothers
lived here.

I was born here.

This is my place,
where I am.

You live in a teepee?

No.
We live in a stable.

A stable?

Well, stable's a nice,
warm place.

Yeah, it's very warm
all summer,

as cold as hell
in winter.

Hell is hot.

You don't know.

Hell is fire.

Is fire cold?

I don't know how
I ever got here.

Oh, damn.

You stupid
son of a bitch.

Well,
what's the matter?

Well, look down there,
you damn baboon.

Well, sir,
it's hard to know

where to put the polish
and where not to.

You're supposed to stick
the polish on leather.

You ignorant bastard,
not on the hose.

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, I could
only suggest that,

well, maybe you should wear
boots until I learn how.

Get back to work right
now or you're fired.

He's a feisty little
peckerwood, ain't he?

I'll finish your shoes.

Let's go in this place here
and have us a drink.

No, no drinks.

When I drink, I fight.

When I fight,
I hurt men.

So they don't
let me drink.

I smoke my pipe and keep me
away from the cantina.

You think
I'm not a good fighter?

Would have hurt that fellow
plenty, you bet.

Hey.

You chunking clods
at my wall?

No, sir,
I'm a customer.

Any of that beer cold?

You are funny.

Ain't there anybody
friendly around here?

I'm friendly.

What the hell
do you want?

Well, I want a shot
of that mescal

and a glass
of that hot beer.

You just can't help
being smart, can you?

I couldn't be smart.

I can't afford it.

A whiskey.

Whiskey.

God, this place smells
worse than a hog rut.

-Whiskey.
-Any special brand?

Yeah, anything you
got that ain't burned
a hole in the keg.

You connected
with the factory?

Work for the railroad?

What are you, a Pinkerton
or you just plain nosy?

Well, you don't have
to get so mad.

Now, look, I done stomped
one peckerwood today,

now I figure I can
get one more in
before train time.

Okay, peckerwood.

I'm gonna spread
your guts around.

That there
is murder, mister.

Then why don't you
call the law?

I think
I might have killed him.

I wouldn't
be surprised.

We can't have nobody
menacing our citizens

around here
with no shotgun.

You seen what he was trying
to do, didn't you, Newton?

Yes, sir. He was about
to shoot this kid.

Is that all?

I believe that's about as
far as he'd thought it out.

Well, he ain't gonna
shoot nobody else around
here today.

Come on,
give me a hand with him.

I certainly appreciate
this, Sheriff.

Damn you, boy,
I knowed you was going
to cause me trouble.

Make you sick
seeing a dead man?

I've seen 'em before.

Where, in a picture book?

Take him over
to the undertaker.

Tell him compliments
of Mean John Simpson.

And then keep your butt
out of here.

This cantina's for men.

I think I got the itch.

Newton, you got
any of that who-hit-John?

Yes, sir.

Give me
a little charge of it.

I don't come
from around here.

No.

I don't work
in their damn factory.

Oh, they can kick me
around like a slave boy.

And you can't have pride.

Those people
making you eat cow chips,

all day long,
for a few nickels.

No, sir.

I don't eat no
cow shit.

I ate some one time.

Not too bad
if you're hungry.

If you're not hungry,
don't eat cow shit.

Do you work around here?

Work?

You like to work?

That's what I've come
here to do, to work.

Then I'll take you
to Preacher Bob.

He tries to get us work.

Foy.

You can have this work
if you want it.

Boy, that's a humdinger.

This machine must make us
like the angels.

But behold the land
is full of bloody crime.

The city
is full of violence.

The worst of the heathen
shall possess your house.

The pomp of the strong
shall cease.

Destruction cometh
and ye shall seek peace

and ye shall find none
whatsoever.

Welcome, brother.

How far do you figure
this thing will go off?

All I know
is destruction is coming!

The profane
and the unclean

shall perish in fire
as real as the sun.

That's real
interesting news.

Some find it fascinating.

How, uh...

How does this...?

I call this machine
my aero-cycle.

How does
this machine work?

A wood fire
heats up this boiler,
turns this fan.

Then you pedal fast
like a bicycle

and you will sail away.

Keep a grip on
the handlebars for
steering and balance.

It'll set you down
as pretty as a bird.

Ain't much to it
once you know how.

Can we take her up?

I got a few kinks
to iron out yet.

It's the engineering
marvel of the age.

Brother...

it's beautiful
to be flying.

Hey, hey!

No!

Jesus Christ!

I mean, that's one way
to go to heaven.

Even if I can only get
to Austin or Dallas,

that wouldn't be too poor
a feat now, would it?

Preacher Bob.

Is you all right?
You all right?

Yes, sir.

Get a chicken.

Here's your chicken.

Wring its neck.

You can start tomorrow.

Thank you.

You know, I heard
a curious story today.

First part I heard
over at the barbershop,

Mrs. Evans.

The second part I heard
over at the cantina.

Thank you.

Barber fired you
today, boy.

Yeah, ain't that amazing,
because, uh, Wills,
he hired me,

I'm gonna start there
tomorrow morning.

Damn animal,
get out of the gravy.

That ain't all.

This boy killed a man
at the cantina today.

Simpson done it.

You caused it.

You attacked that man like
some kind of vicious beast.

He started it.

Maybe so,
maybe no.

Well, I'll tell you
one thing.

Sheriff Simpson don't
like that boy one bit.

I want everybody at this
table to hear one thing.

I don't like
Sheriff Simpson
none too much neither.

You got no
respect, boy.

What am I supposed
to have respect for?

Now I'm warning you, boy.

You can't talk to
your elders like that.

Yeah, well.

Here's two things
I don't need.

This supper...

and the warnings
from my elders.

Excuse me, everyone.

That boy should be
in the army.

What did you say?

I said you should be
in the army.

Maybe it'd teach you
some respect.

Pass the bread, please.

Come in.

Hey, Bick.
Come on over to our room,
have a drink of brandy.

No, I don't think so,
Reese, thank you.

Come on,
it's just down the hall.
It's not too far to walk.

Come on,
we'll have a little talk.

It'll do you good,
come on.

I ain't never had
no brandy.

After standing up
in that factory
all day long,

I like to have a drink
of brandy at night.

It makes me feel better.

Thank you.

Howdy.

Did you really
cause a killing today?

Come on now, Molly.

He doesn't want to talk
about things like that.

This is the first exciting
thing that's happened

since we've been
in Dime Box.

I feel like I finally
met a real westerner.

I'd like to have been
a dead westerner.

Come on, Bick,
have some of this brandy.

-Sit down.
-Yeah, sit down.

Well, here's
to getting ahead.

Far ahead.

You got to go easy
with that stuff,
you know,

you just sip it.

Phew.

I wonder if somebody
could write me a letter.

-Letter?
-I'll do it.

Because my penmanship
ain't the best.

Here, do it
over here, Molly.

It's this old
girlfriend of mine

I had up there
in Fort Worth.

Oh, well,
if it's a private matter,

I'll clear out for you.

Oh, no, it ain't
nothing like that.

Really, I mean...

All right.

Lowatha.

You just spell it
the best way you can.

"Dear Lowatha,

I never did mean
to go wrong."

Just put it down like that,
she'll know what I mean.

How did you go wrong?

That's, uh,
personal, Molly.

Well, let's just get
this thing over with.

"Say, here, Lowatha,
why don't you come on
down here to Dime Box,

you see how you
like it down here.

The train,
that'd be a...

That'd be a good deal
for a girl like you,

who ain't never been
nowhere.

You answer this
letter damn quick.

It's been writ
by a married lady...

whose husband's
my friend."

Sign it, from your old
amigo Bickford Waner.

You know, I love
nice things like this.

I like having a good
friend come over

and sit around,
drink some brandy

and, you know,
make civilized talk.

I think sometimes
I was born in
the wrong time.

Sometimes I think
I was born too poor.

Money ain't got nothing
to do with it, Bick.

Money don't make
no difference.

You can live
a whole beautiful
life inside your head.

A lot of rich folks,
they can't do that.

Hell, they wouldn't know
a beautiful thing

if they was right
on top of it.

Here it comes,
Lowatha.

Tall runner.

Swift runner.

Hmm.

Say, do you know
anything about
the Greeks?

I knew old Greek
up in Fort Worth

that ran the laundry
and he had a daughter
named Helen.

Oh, no, no.

I'm talking about
the old-timey Greeks.

No, I don't know
nothing about them.

Well, I got a couple
of books on the subject

if you'd like
to read them.

Well, I'd rather
just hear about it.

-Would you?
-Yep.

Well, they sure
knew how to live,
those old Greeks.

I wouldn't be
boring you now, would I?

No, it ain't boring
to me 'cause, see,
I ain't got nobody

to tell me nothing
and it's interesting to me.

Huh.
Well, there's one thing.

They didn't have a lot of
dumb rules like we've got.

They wore comfortable
clothes, for example.

They went
around barefooted
and with sheets

and other comfortable
things like that.

Best thing I think
is what they loved,

they loved knowledge,
justice.

They didn't believe
they was ever gonna die.

Men could love each other

and they didn't have
to be ashamed about it.

They could say
things like...

"Well,
this is my friend,

and I love him."

Whereas
you can't do that today.

Unless maybe
it's your daddy
or your brother.

Mostly we don't even
do it then, do we?

Well, they had
their favorite wives,

favorite dog.

Of course now,
they did have slaves
and that was wrong.

I admit that,
what do you think?

Oh, yeah, well,
was they niggers?

Well, some was,
some was from Africa.

They had some
white slaves.

Hmm.

They had these
beautiful girls.

They were slaves.

And they had to do
anything the men wanted.

I ain't never really
thought about slaves
one way or another.

Well, these old timey Greeks,
they had slaves for working,

they had slaves
for fighting.

That way they could
sit around like we do,

drink wine, read books,
play games, take baths.

That sure is
different from what we got
going now, ain't it?

Yeah, we sure do have
to work for a living,

that's a fact.

Have another brandy.

No. I got to get up early
in the morning, go to work.

Well, sure been pleasant
talking with you tonight.

Nice talking to you.

Hmm.
Molly, Bick's going
to bed now.

Oh, good night, Bick.

Good night, ma'am.

-Let's do it again.
-Let's do it.

Hope your girl
comes soon.

Boy, so do I.

Night now.

Don't run them chickens
in this hot sun, boy!

Gonna make them skinny.

Yes, sir.

Come on here.

You sorry little
ball of feathers you.

Mm-hmm.

Goddammit.

Dull axe make it hard.

There you go.

You do have a lively aroma,
brother.

I would suggest
that one aspect

of your new employment
be an occasional bath.

Or else you'll find
yourself with no social
life whatsoever.

What are those pills
you keep taking?

This is my nerve
and brain medicine.

Whenever I get to feeling
weak, flushy,

nervous
or just generally sick,

I pop one
down my throat.

The Lord favors those
that cure themselves.

These do the turn for me.

What are they
made out of?

Oh, I don't know.

I order them
out of Chicago.

I expect they got
a dash of cocoa leaf

and a dash of opium.

I told you never to leave
nothing on the runner.

My daddy, he knew a boy
up there in Fort Worth.

And...

he'd take
a lot of that opium.

He got to liking it
when a horse throwed him

and broke
both of his legs.

Well,
God gave man the poppy

and the cocoa plant
to use for his benefit.

Also hemp
and the peyote cactus.

Some say they've never
seen God quite so clear

as when they've been
chewing cactus buds.

Next, you're gonna be
telling me

that God gave man
beer and whiskey.

That He did, brother.

That He did.

Don't leave out wine.

You don't talk like, uh,

the way I figured
no preacher would talk.

Back east,
I was an engineer.

I had two lovely children
and a fine wife, but...

beer and whiskey
overcame me.

When you're young like you,

you got confidence
and everything
is beautiful.

When you get older,
you realize

no matter
how you struggle,

the Lord God
is up yonder

waitin' on
your restless soul

and ain't no way you're
going to get out of dying.

And you need
something all powerful

to keep up your spirit.

Have you ever been
baptized?

You mean dunked underwater?

You sound scornful
of the act.

Now, let me
tell you this,

man's knowledge
is very small,

life is very great
and the mysteries
are immense.

And the hereafter
is profoundly long lasting.

Hey!

Hey, son of a bitch.

When you hear my voice,
you grow roots.

Now go on home,

I just wanted
to watch you shiver.

-Guess what?
-What?

We got a surprise for you.

-Go on, Molly.
-Okay.

We couldn't hardly wait
till you get home,

because that water
was just about to get cold.

That's a bathtub.

Yeah,
it ain't a steamboat.

Look at that,
6 feet long, all steel,

all white lined,
nickel plated.

Cost $12.29,
and that don't include
the freight charges.

I mean, that's a real
neat deal, Reese, that's...

Oh, the water
is still warm.

Let's take a bath.

You and me both.
How long has it been
since you had a bath?

A week, uh...
More like two weeks.

See there, don't claim
you don't need one.

Now me and Molly,
we worked like the dickens,

hauling this hot water
up here

and we ain't gonna waste it
on just one person.

Come on.

I'll turn my back.

This is the way the old time
Greeks did it, come on.

Well, I mean,

they had
a bigger tub, huh?

No, it's the biggest
one I...

Oh, you mean
the Greeks?

Well, yeah, I suppose
so but what the hell,

you and me,
we can fit in here,
can't we?

Go on,
take your clothes off.

Ah!

-Soap.
-Get your...

Move your foot back
a little bit.

Hoo-yeah.
Ooh.

Oh.

Oh, boy,
it's pretty good, huh?

This beats
a lot of things.

Hey,
no peeing in the water.

All right?

All right, Molly,
come on.

We're ready.
Come on.

Come on wash my back.

Here, soap up my back
a little bit, honey.

Good?

My goodness,
will you look
at that water?

It's already turning black.
She ain't even started
on you yet.

Oh, no, she can...
Skip me.

Oh, no.

No, you need it.

Are you sure this is the way
the Greeks did it, huh?

Well, it was...

it was something like
this, I imagine, uh-huh.

And what'd they do
afterwards?

Well, they just kind of
laid around, drink wine,

one thing and another.

There's no wonder everybody
heard about them, huh?

I got soap in my eye.

Well, it's probably
just as well,

because, you know,
the color of this water,

it looks like
the Brazos River

right after a spring rain.

Molly, I've got
soap in my eyes.

Will you just...

Now wait a minute.
What are we gonna do
with this dirty water?

I got it.

What are you gonna do
with an enema?

You just hold on to this.

All right.

And you hold on to this.
Come here with me.

Come on.
Come on over here.

You put that
in that water.

-Put it in there.
-All right

You're gonna make
a siphon.

Let me see here.

A teeny-weeny five.
What a pretty little foot.

I bet this'll
fit you just as...

Oh.

Oh.

Who is it?

Mrs. Evans,
open the door.

Well, we ain't decent.

I should say you're not.

Can't you go outdoors
like everybody else?

What'd you say,
Mrs. Evans?

I said what have you got
in there, a horse?

Oh, Bickford Waner, ma'am.
Howdy, how are you doing?

Nighty night now.

Well, good night.

Oh.

Recognize them
chickens, I guess.

Yeah, I reckon.
I plucked them.

Well, you ain't gonna
pluck no more of them.

How come?

Nobody's buying any
plucked chickens no more.

Be layin' me
off then, huh?

I just don't need
a chicken plucker.

All right, then I'll just
draw up my time.

I ain't got no money.

You owe me
at least $4 for this.

You can't get blood out
of a stone, I reckon.

Sorry.

Hey, mister,
sorry ain't gonna cut it.

Now wait...

What... Hey!

I want to get paid.

Do you understand that?

Hey, you stole
them chickens.

You ask Wills if I did.

They're all plucked.

Well, these here hands
plucked them, mister.

Well, uh, you just
cover them up.

This here
is a decent town.

-Thank you.
-That's better.

Hi.

This here is for you.

This is for me.

Lowatha, huh?

Lowatha.

Would you read it to me?

I'd like to see
what that old gal's
got to say for herself.

Oh, maybe you should
read it yourself.

It might be awful personal.

I'd get the words wrong.

All right.

"Dear Bick, I don't want
to go to Dime Box.

I like it in Fort Worth
real good.

I have been on the train
several times.

I have a boyfriend.

Mama and Daddy are fine.

They tell you hello
and keep away from here.

The Dawsons have
electric lights now.

Goodbye.
Your friend, Lowatha."

Let me see that a minute.

I don't believe that.

Damn her sorry soul.

Why would she give me
an answer like that?

I mean, that girl and I were
like a couple of pigeons.

All women
so damn sorry?

No.

You can find
a nice girl, Bick.

Where at?

You're looking at one.

Don't you be funnin'
around with me now.

Why do you always
think I'm funnin'?

Molly, this ain't right.

Oh, my God.

Reese.

It's got nothing
to do with Reese.

Just between us.

No.

You know, people get killed
doing these kind of things.

It's worth it.

Look,
I'm trying to be...

Trying to be what?

I don't love you.

I never mentioned
love, did I?

No.

No, you didn't.

What's this that
I hear about you

getting up early
and going to church?

Ain't that
kind of peculiar?

Well, I went up there
to see Preacher Bob.

Mm-hmm.

Is there something wrong?

I mean, I get the idea
that you're mad at me.

You ain't been down
to dinner for 3 or 4 days.

You ain't been
over for your bath.

Listen, if you're
in trouble,

there ain't nothing in
the world that me and Molly

wouldn't do for you,
you know that, don't you?

Well, a man's got
to kill his own snakes.

Does it got anything
to do with

what Molly was
telling me?

What did she tell you?

Well, I don't know.

Maybe I shouldn't
have brought it up.

No, what did
she say to you?

Oh, it's about your
girlfriend in Fort Worth.

Oh, yeah, well...

it's got something
to do with that,
all right.

Let me tell you
something, Bick.

If I was you,
I wouldn't get married.

Molly's a fine woman
and I love her to death.

But there's times I wish
I was rid of her.

And there's times
when I look at her

and I know that if
anything came between us,

I don't know
what the hell I'd do.

Then I think maybe
if I'd never met her,

I'd never gotten
married at all.

It's not like two men
can be friends, you know
what I mean?

It's not like the way
two men can be friends.

Looks like those damn
dogs got something.

Yeah, I think
they're onto something.

Let's go.

And Hezekiah said,
"This is a day of trouble."

- Yeah.
- "This is a day of rebuke."

- Yeah.
- "This is a day
of blasphemy!"

Amen.

"And I will send a blast
upon the kings."

- Hallelujah.
- "And I will deliver

my people
into their own land."

- Hallelujah.
- Now you must believe.

I believe.

- Say yes.
- Yes!

- Say, "I believe!"
- I believe!

Say, "I trust you,
Jesus!"

I trust you, Jesus!

- I trust you, Jesus.
- I trust you, Jesus.

Now when they came
to the Lord Jesus Christ

and demanded a sign,
he said unto them,

"O ye hypocrites,

ye can discern on
the face of the sky,

but you cannot see
the signs of the times!"

Say, "Oh, yes, Lord Jesus,
I believe you, Lord!"

Yes, Lord Jesus,
I believe you, Lord.

- I believe you, Lord.
- I believe you, Lord.

Have you got God
in your heart, boy?

Yes, my boy has got
God in his heart!

He's got God
in his heart! Amen!

Amen!

That's my little boy!

Don't let your
heart be sickened

with this modern strife.

You give your soul
to the Lord Jesus Christ.

I love You, Jesus.

See here,
my friends,

how Jesus can touch
the heart of this heathen.

Red and yellow,
black and white,

it's all the same
to Jesus!

Here.

A good lady of Dime Box
baked this for me.

She don't want to see
skinny preachers.

When are you gonna push
me under the water?

You mean baptize?

Oh, pretty soon,
pretty soon.

-Want some cake?
-No, thank you.

You been taking many
others ahead of me.

When you do me?

I said pretty soon.

You do me with the little
boy from tonight, do you?

What's the rush?

You say when we get
pushed under the water,

our spirits will be
saved forever.

We're childrens of God.

Well, that's the teaching.

Yeah, and the children
of God,

they get
their lands back?

Well, I didn't
exactly say that.

You said that
this man, God...

Wait a minute, Mendoza,
God ain't a man.

But Jesus is his son.

Well, it's
a tricky situation.

You push Old Coyote
under the water real soon,

and then he'll get
our lands back.

And we'll have
a place to live.

It's more complicated
than that.

Wait.

No, you been lying
about God.

Now you hold on, boy.

I never lied
about no God.

Then push me
under the water.

All right, then.

The next time we go out,
you go in.

I'm down to the factory
tomorrow to see Hendricks.

Reese set it up
for me.

You ain't overwhelmed
with excitement.

No.

There's something ain't
quite manly about making

small bowls for people

that you ain't even
ever gonna see.

Yeah,

everybody has to do things
they don't always like.

Yeah.

Well, I guess
the factory is the last

chance around here
for me.

America has got
places to go!

And the Great American
Ceramic Novelty Company

is going with it.

We're a great republic.

The greatest there is
or ever was.

And we've got work
for our people everywhere.

But you come along down
here to the main floor

and let me show
you something.

Right here in Dime Box,

we've got
the requisite materials

to produce crockery
so superior in body

and in glaze
and design

that in five years time,

England
will give clean up and say,

"America, you win!"

Whoa.

Practically, all it takes
is body heat

to turn the clay of Dime Box
into crockery,

that Queen Victoria
of England

would be proud to eat
her biscuits off of.

So the US of A
has got possessions

all over the world.

Giddyup.

But it's right here
in Dime Box

that the name crockery
is going to take on
a new meaning

and you, Waner,

are going to be a vital
member of that family.

Welcome!

Howdy.
Boy.

There must be

a better job around
here than this.

Depends on what
you call better.

Anything that don't
require sweating

and shoveling all this coal,
that's better, mister.

Then there's better.

What's...
what's the best?

Oh, Mr. Hendricks'
job is the best.

That there's
the job I want.

Then you better
take your pistol.

Well, now couldn't he just
adopt me as his son
or something?

Trip down the stairs
one day, fall on his
stick and break it?

Now I say come
down here, son.

It ain't that cold
and it ain't deep enough
to scare you.

Preacher Bob, I just can't
see lettin' my little boy

being baptized in the water
with them Injuns.

I don't think that God would
have wanted it that way.

Well, I'm the one who
knows what God wants.

Who the devil
are you to tell
a preacher about God?

Now I say to you again,

send that boy down
here right now!

All right.

All right then.

It's no skin off
my butt if your child
burns in hell.

Sorry, Jesus.

Baptists, you get three
of them together,

you get three theologians.

Come on down here,
brother.

Kneel.

I baptize thee
in the name of the Father,

the Son
and the Holy Ghost.

Hyah, come on.

Get that Indian out of the
white man's water, Preacher.

You are interfering
with God's business!

You ain't gonna baptize no
Indian in white man's water.

Wait a second, Sheriff.

This here ain't necessarily
white man's water.

Well, it looks
like it to me.

Well, it ain't.

And it's flowing down
the stream that way.

You see,
you can here baptize
this Injun, take him out,

put a white man
right in the same water,

'cause it's all flowing
downstream here.

That's right.

He's done
baptized anyway!

Well, now if his
soul is saved,

maybe I better just
send him on to heaven.

Shoot me then!
Go ahead, shoot!

I'm not afraid.

How about you?
Are you afraid?

Oh, yes, sir.
I'm afraid.

But you see...

I ain't ever
been baptized.

Well, now if I was
the rest of you folks,

I'd wait
a long time for this
water to run downstream,

so's you don't get
none of it on you.

Hyah, hyah. Hyah.

Listen,
listen, everybody!

Now this is
Thanksgiving,

and our family
here has a lot to be
thankful for.

Remember, the Lord helps
him who helps himself.

So come on, everybody,
let's eat!

I looked for you
this morning.

I had to go down
to the drugstore.

But the drugstore
is closed on Thanksgiving.

How am I supposed
to know that?

You're just using me
like a piece of meat.

I ain't even using you.

Bick, don't treat me like
this, I can't stand it.

Dessert?

Well, what have you two
been talking about?

Whoa.

Bick?

Bickford Waner.

Bickford,
you son of a bitch!

Janet?

Ha ha.

Honey, it's me.

Look at you.

Oh, honey, I thought
you'd be in jail by now.

I thought you'd
be shot to pieces.

-Would you join us?
-Oh, thank you.

Oh, this is
Janet Conforto.

This here is Reese
and Molly Ford.

-Nice to meet you.
-How do you do?

-Nice to meet you, ma'am.
-Pleasure.

Thank you.

Janet's...
an actress.

Is that very dangerous?

Oh, it has its
moments, honey.

I didn't
know that actresses

got shot to pieces,
never heard of that.

Goddamn, I could
tell you stories

make your hair
stand on end.

Worse things than that
can happen to actresses.

One night I was
opening in 'Frisco
playing Cassandra...

I didn't know that there
was a theatrical company
in Dime Box now.

God bless your soul, honey.
I came here to do a single.

I heard there was new money
in town, I said to myself,

"Janet, they need some
entertainment there."

Money.

Guess that's what brought
you here, too, eh, Kid?

Kid Blue
in the very flesh.

I swear, honey,
I thought you'd be caught

and hanged by now.

What is this,
uh, Kid Blue?

It's a nickname I had
up there in Fort Worth.

Reese, it don't
mean nothing.

Seems to me that
there was a train robber

sometime back
called Kid Blue.

Oh, that's nothing.

Fella... That fella got
nothing to do with me.

Hell no.

Uh, I'm too full
for dessert.

Take Miss Conforto
back into town.

Yeah, sure.

I'm staying
at the hotel.

Till I get
established elsewhere.

That's where
I'll take you then.

Nice to meet you,
ma'am.

Now you take care
of yourself, honey,

you're looking
a little peaked there.

Bye-bye, all.

Bye.

-Howdy, Sheriff.
-Howdy.

That is the sheriff.

Got it.

Kid Blue, huh?

Bickford, my boy.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Who is that?

That there is the man
that owns that factory.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Thought I smelled
a leading citizen.

Oh, yeah.
Hyah.

Howdy.

Hey, you didn't come
home last night.

No. I was...

You know, I'd really
appreciate it if...

you know what Janet said
about Kid what's-his-name,

if you never said nothing
about that to nobody.

Oh, no,
I won't say nothing.

I'm just curious.

Hell, Molly, she's
clean ate up with it.

Are you the Kid Blue,
huh?

I've always known
that there was

something different
about you.

Some quality,
I don't know...

Dangerous maybe,
hmm?

Who'd ever thought
that I was gonna be
a friend of Kid Blue?

-Yes, sir?
-Oh, no.

I was... I'm waiting
for a friend.

Excuse me.

I've been
watching you, boy.

I couldn't help
but notice that.

What do you think you're
up to with this woman?

She's just
an old girlfriend
of mine from back home.

Howdy.

Oh, howdy, ma'am.

Who's your
handsome friend?

I'm Sheriff Mean
John Simpson, ma'am.

Now why would
anyone call you Mean?

To them folks
that I like I can be
a real nice person.

To them
that I don't like,

they'd rather fall
in a cactus patch

than to see me
get stirred up.

That's the truth,
ma'am.

Well, I intend
to see that you
like me, Mean John.

Well, thank you, ma'am,
I already do.

You sure do smell good.

Thanks.

Sheriff.

Why do you flirt with
a bastard like that?

I mean
he is plum nasty.

Oh, come on.

You know a lady's life
ain't as simple as a man's.

Well, I can't go
nowhere tonight,

I got to go
to work tomorrow.

Damn, I hate to be
lonely but then,

a lady never knows
what might turn up.

I think
you got a partner.

I think I do.

Afternoon, Sheriff.

Afternoon.

Bye-bye, honey.

Would the great
Kid Blue

protect me
if I was in trouble?

Molly, candy?

Thank you.

-Waner?
-Oh, no, thank you, ma'am.

No?

Oh, Mrs. Evans, could I ask
you a question in secrecy?

Of course.

No, no, Bick,
you can stay.

You're a close friend.

I know you wouldn't
betray a confidence.

Mrs. Evans,
how does a girl tell

if she's going
to have a baby?

Well, you get sick
in the mornings,

and feel kind of odd and...

your monthly
juices stops.

Think that fits you?

Could be.

But please don't
tell Reese yet.

I don't want him
to get excited

until
I'm absolutely sure.

You promise, Bick?

Couldn't beat it out
of me with a ball bat.

If you're looking
for Bick, he's not here.

Oh, honey,
I'm just here

to buy some boots
at wholesale prices.

Never pay retail
if I can help it.

Have you known
him for long?

That shoe salesman?

You know who I mean.

Yeah, I know
who you mean.

You got signal flags
sticking out of every hole

when Bick's around.

No more than you do.

Want to fight?
Let's have a fight.

Come on, let's have
a good fight. Come on.

I'm not a brawler,
but I warn you,

when I want something,
I am very determined.

Wait a minute, honey.
Wait a minute.

Think I better straighten
you out on a few things.

I know Bickford Waner
back in Fort Worth,

when he still had
a mama and a papa.

That was a long time ago.

I'm the one who introduced
Bick to certain pleasures.

And I always liked him.

But Bick and I
are both outlaws

and an outlaw's life
can change all of a sudden.

I wouldn't put
my tattoo on him
even if he wanted me to.

Bick's not
an outlaw anymore.

Oh, honey.

Damn it,
you can dress him up

in any kind of fancy
suit you like,

but it's still Kid Blue
looking out of them eyes.

Your head
is so full of romance,

you don't even have no room
for the truth in there.

The truth is Bick likes me
better than he likes you.

Couldn't possibly.

The fact is, honey,
I'm better company.

Ah, shoe salesman,
I want me some boots.

Now why don't we go
to my hotel and count toes?

Well, as a matter
of fact, ma'am...

I only deal in straight
forward cash business.

Hell, yes, that's the only
kind I understand.

Hi, Reese.

Molly always did think
outlaws were romantic.

Can I tell you something?

All the things
that I stole...

wouldn't make
a pile big enough

that would stop a midget
from jumping over it.

Outlaw glory.

You seduced
my wife with it.

No, I didn't.

Are you saying...

Are you saying
that she seduced you?

I did it. Yeah.

Well, that's noble
of you.

No, it ain't
noble of me.

But it's as much
your fault, and you
listen to me now...

as mine.

You know that we
were together there

taking a bath
with her in the room?

I mean,
what do you expect?

You were my friend.

I am your friend.

That's a damn lie.

No, it ain't.
It's the absolute truth.

And if I could take it
all back...

I would.

Where'd you do it to her?

Stood out in the woods
like a damn dog?

Were you in my room,
in my bed?

Don't you see that my
insides are coming apart?

Oh, God.

Do you love her?

Well, you and her

were the only people
I loved in the world.

I am truly sorry,

and I'm gonna be
leaving town.

No, you're not
gonna go no place.

Are you going to use that?

I got to.

Please don't.

You fool!

You damn fool!

I'm your friend!

I'm just
no man at all.

Just no man at all.

- Stay back.
- Don't touch me.

What happened?
What happened, Reese?

Ohh! Oh!

This is a scandal,
Waner.

I am deeply,
deeply disturbed,

and ashamed for all
the fine people in our
family here.

And I should think
you would feel humiliated.

Well?

Mr. Hendricks
said, "Well."

It weren't no good
at all what happened.

The fact that
your friend disappeared
in the middle of the night

proves he is demented
in some fashion,

even though he has been
so cruelly treated

by his best friend
and his own wife.

But the fact
that Reese Ford

has a mental aberration
of some kind

does not lessen
your guilt one bit, Waner.

No, it don't, sir.

I ought to fire you
right now.

Yes, sir, all right.

But getting off would be
too good for you.

Starting this afternoon,
you go back to work
in the kiln.

And you can stay
there until I feel you
have seen your error.

Go on.
Tell Mr. Hendricks
thank you.

Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.

John, on your way out,

would you send in
Mr. Forest?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Hendricks would
like to see you.

Yes, sir.

Your lady friend's been
showing me a real fine time.

Your lady friend
from back home, that is.

I'm entrusting
you to the Christmas payroll.

Was you confused
for a minute?

No.

You wait a minute!

You've been walking
on a mighty thin line.

And one small slip
and your ass is dust.

You understand that?

-Yes, sir.
-Well, you better.

Yes, sir.

The Great American
Ceramic Novelty Company.

Well, they got a payroll
over there for Christmas.

Jesus, I love you.

Listen to me.
We can get that money.

It would be just
like the old days.
We could get it.

No, they'll catch
our ass now.

We can get that money.

If you listen to me,
I mean it, we can get it.

We can get
that payroll.

Look, I don't know
nothing about Jesus.

But I know He...
He'd want us to have it.

Are you with me on this?

Amen.

-Amen.
-Amen.

All we need
are guns and horses.

-Amen.
-Amen.

Amen.

Pretty.

All in all, Bickford,
I'm glad I know you.

We're closed.

Yes, sir.
I know that.

Mr. Hendricks
sent me up here.

He wants me to take some of
those Santa Claus ashtrays

down there to the church
to give out as gifts.

Bickford.

All right.

Yes, sir.
Thank you.

Real quiet, mister.
Shh. Real quiet.

Mr. Forest upstairs?

Well, we're gonna go wish
him a merry Christmas.

And you better do it
real straight, mister.

Understand?

You say hello
to Mr. Forest.

-Go.
-Mr. Forest?

-Yeah?
-It's me.

Right there.
You hold it right there.

What the hell, Bickford!

Forest, you just
take your gun, you put
it on the desk.

The key.
The key!

Stay down!

Stay down there!

Them three Indians, sir,
they're in the factory there.

They're up to no good.

-I'll check on 'em.
-Sir.

Where's my horse?
Where is he?

Where's my damn horse?

Where is it?

Go get some men
and some guns.

Go on!
Hurry up!

That's it, bring it
right over here now.

Get on.

Bring her by now,
I'll get right on
the back.

Hey, hey, hey.

Hey!
I got the money!

Get on.

Ignorant savage.

Let's go find the money.

Preacher Bob!

Preacher Bob!

Sit down and use some
of God's air, brother.

I'll make some coffee.

I ain't got any time.

Listen, I'm gonna take
a trip in this aero-cycle.

Well, I'm not all that
sure it's ready yet.

It'll fly, won't it?

Well, I believe so, brother,
but believing ain't the same.

Well, mister, fire it up.

Well, it's gonna take
time to get enough air.

Maybe we could chop
some more wood here.

We'll go with
what we've got.

Look...

I should tighten
the struts

and then I should
check the steering

and then I should work
on the linkage back here.

Look, Preacher Bob,

I'm taking this aero-cycle
all the way to Dallas.

Come on!

Up the hill!

After him!

How you doing?

It's all fired up.

Okay, let's get going.

-What you got in that box?
-Money.

Help me.

Our Father
who art in heaven...

Not that way,
push, man!

Push!

Hey!

Whoa!

That way to Dallas!

Pedal!

I thought we had it
there for a minute.

Come on, men!

Oh, God, we thank You
for these bad shots.

Run, Bick! Run, boy!

Run with Jesus, Bick.

Shoot that peckerwood,
Sheriff.

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