Original subtitles

[man coughing]

[man coughing]

[tires squealing]

[tires squealing]

[men screaming and yelling]

YOU OKAY?

YEAH, I'M OKAY.

YOU SURE?

YEAH. GO CHECK THE CAR.

GO ON.

[steam hissing]

BUDDY, BUDDY, ARE YOU OKAY?

FINE, THANKS.

NOW GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME AND OPEN THE DOOR.

DON'T GO FOR THE SHOTGUN!

MY LEG!

IT'S BROKEN.

COME HERE!

MOVE!

YOU KNOW THE ROUTINE

GET YOUR ARMS BEHIND YOUR BACK!

NOW WALK!

MY LEG!

MOVE ASIDE.

MY ARM.

WHAT'S BROKEN, YOUR ARM OR YOUR LEG?

YOUR FACE.

COME ON, LET'S GO!

TAKE IT EASY, TAKE IT EASY.

OKAY... LET THEM ALL GO.

BRING HIM BACK HERE!

DO IT!

COME ON, CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN!

[men clamoring to get out]

SHIT! SHIT!

STEAL A CAR, GO TO HELL.

SHIT!

HEY, BUDDY!

[man whoops]

LET'S GO, COME ON!

I TOLD YOU I'D GET YOU OUT AND I DID IT.

OH, GOD. OH, MY GOD!

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME IN JAIL, NOT YOU.

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME.

DO YOU FORGIVE ME?

I FORGIVE YOU, BILLY.

I'M GLAD, MAN.

I... I COULDN'T...

I COULDN'T HAVE THAT HANGING OVER ME

FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE.

BILLY...

YOU THINK THAT OUGHT TO HOLD YOU?

SOME WHISKEY.

WOULDN'T SELL MEAT WITHOUT WHISKEY.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THIS WAY?

HUNTING.

IN A SUIT?

WHAT KIND OF HUNTING?

PINK FLAMINGOS.

Radio announcer: State Police have rounded up 12 of the 18 prisoners

in yesterday's prison bus escape.

The six prisoners still unaccounted for

are to be considered possibly armed and dangerous...

YOU EVER SEE ANY PINK FLAMINGOS?

NO, SIR.

NEVER HAVE...

NEVER WILL.

YOU SURE?

YES, SIR.

HOW MUCH?

[music playing in far distance]

[birds tweeting]

[crickets chirping]

[country music plays in distance]

[music plays louder]

Girl: DO WE HAVE TO GO NOW?

Woman: YES.

THANK YOU FOR THIS MESS.

YOU'RE WELCOME.

HEY, YOU DIDN'T MAKE YOUR BEDS.

NOPE.

MOMMY, CAN WE GET ANOTHER DOG?

WE'LL SEE, HONEY.

NIGHT-NIGHT.

NIGHT.

YOU TOO, PAL.

GOOD NIGHT, MOM.

GOOD NIGHT.

SLEEP WELL.

[crickets chirping]

[water running]

[door creaks]

[floorboards creak]

[water continues running]

[floorboard creaks]

[floorboard creaks again]

[floorboard creaks again]

[water continues running]

[lamp rocks on table]

[gasps]

[door slams]

WHO NAMED GOD "GOD"?

GOD DID.

GOD NAMED GOD "GOD"?

MM-HM.

WHY DIDN'T HE

NAME HIMSELF TOM OR CHARLIE?

CAN I PUT SALT ON THIS, MOM?

[explosion]

[dishes rattling]

IT'S OKAY.

IT'S OKAY.

[glass breaking]

IT'S ALL RIGHT.

THAT'S DYNAMITE AGAIN?

YES.

IT'S OKAY, HONEY.

JUST EAT YOUR BREAKFAST.

Boy: WHERE'S THE SALT, MOM?

DOESN'T NEED ANY SALT, MOOKIE.

COME ON, JUST A LITTLE.

BREE, DID YOU MOVE THE SALT SHAKER?

NO.

I DON'T BELIEVE THIS.

E.T. TOOK IT.

MOOKIE...

HE DID, HE WAS HERE.

I HEARD HIM.

WHEN?

LAST NIGHT.

E.T. IS MAKE-BELIEVE.

HE IS NOT, HE WAS HERE.

MOOKIE, YOU'VE GOT TO STOP

MAKING THINGS UP.

I'M NOT!

YOU ARE!

PLEASE STOP IT!

[quietly]: "WORLD'S GREATEST DAD."

Man: Hey, Sam, this is Billy.

Wish I could be there to split that money with you

but I guess if you're listening to this

then it's all yours now, right?

Well, you deserve it

being in prison all that time because of me.

Hey, I wonder which way I'm headed.

Either way, up or down

I guess I got a 50-50 chance of meeting Elvis.

How do you like the suit I picked out for you?

Anyhow, lay low and don't go getting into things

the way you sometimes do.

Oh, and Sam...

I'm glad I knew you.

[grunting]

[explosion]

[birds chirping frantically]

[explosion]

[knock at door]

COME IN.

OH, COME IN, LONNIE.

COME IN, COME IN.

I WANT YOU TO MEET MR. DUNSTON.

LONNIE POOLE.

HE'LL BE TAKING CARE

OF CERTAIN ASPECTS OF SECURITY

AND SURVEYING.

HEY, WELL, DON'T MIND ME.

I'VE ALREADY BRIEFED MR. DUNSTON

ON THE SITUATION HERE.

HOW ARE THINGS GOING WITH MRS. ANDERSON?

SHE'S HARDHEADED, BUT WE'LL WORK IT OUT.

WE'RE GOING TO NEED HER PARCEL

AND THE LEWIS PLACE NEXT TO HER.

THAT'S 120 ACRES RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE

OF THE WHOLE DEVELOPMENT.

I KNOW THAT, MR. HALE.

WE CAN'T GO FORWARD WITHOUT THEM.

WHAT'S YOUR SECURITY TRAINING

MR. DUNSTON?

[explosion]

CLEVELAND POLICE DEPARTMENT.

WHY DID YOU LEAVE?

PICK A CARD.

TAKE IT, TAKE IT.

Dunston: GO ON, PICK A CARD.

GOT IT?

YEAH.

ALL RIGHT, PUT IT BACK IN THE DECK.

[chuckling]

LET ME ASK YOU A QUESTION.

THIS ANDERSON WOMAN, ARE YOU FUCKING HER?

NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS. WHO IS THIS GUY?

I DIDN'T MEAN...

GENTLEMEN, PLEASE.

I DIDN'T MEAN ANYTHING. I'M SORRY.

OKAY.

IS THAT YOUR CARD?

NO.

NO?

JEEZ, I MUST BE SLIPPING.

LONNIE, WHY DON'T YOU GO BACK TO WORK?

HEY, GOOD TO MEET YOU, LONNIE.

SORRY ABOUT THAT.

YOU KNOW, I'M NOT TOO OPTIMISTIC

ABOUT OUR YOUNG FRIEND'S SUCCESS.

SOME OF THESE LANDOWNERS CAN BE HARD NUTS TO CRACK.

THEN WE USE A HAMMER.

THAT WAS NICE.

IT WAS.

THEY COME TO SEE YOU AGAIN?

I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT THIS, LONNIE.

THEY'RE BLASTING

OVER AT THE BRAEMERS' AGAIN.

THEY'RE TURNING THE WHOLE THING

INTO A LAKE.

YEAH, I KNOW.

MY WHOLE HOUSE SHAKES.

SO WHAT?

WELL, THESE PEOPLE...

THEY WANT SOMETHING

SOMETIMES THEY CAN PLAY PRETTY ROUGH.

Anderson: WHAT ARE YOU SAYING TO ME?

I WORRY ABOUT YOU.

I LIVE HERE.

THEY DON'T SCARE ME.

YOU'RE SOMETHING, YOU KNOW THAT?

I'LL SEE YOU.

I'M NOT GOING TO GIVE UP MY HOME.

[gate creaks]

[floorboard creaks]

[floorboard creaks]

[another floorboard creaks]

[floorboard creaks]

[thumping]

Mookie [whispering]: E.T., IS THAT YOU?

[lamp rattles]

[creaking]

[leaves rustling]

HOW COME YOU DIDN'T THROW THE BALL BACK?

DID YOU COME DOWN FROM OUTER SPACE?

NO.

HOW COME YOU'VE GOT A GUN?

ARE YOU A BAD GUY?

NO.

YOU LIKE BOOBS?

SOMETIMES.

I THINK THEY ARE TOTALLY GROSS.

MY NAME IS MIKE

BUT EVERYBODY CALLS ME MOOKIE.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME?

SAM.

WELL, SEE YOU TOMORROW, SAM, OKAY?

I MAY NOT BE HERE TOMORROW.

DON'T YOU KNOW HOW TO START A FIRE?

YOU HAVE TO LET THE AIR GET IN OR IT'S NOT GOING TO BURN.

GOING TO COOK SOMETHING?

A STEAK.

LET ME HAVE IT.

I'LL COOK IT FOR YOU.

SHIT.

MOOKIE...

Mookie: OH, GOD

YOU RUIN EVERYTHING.

Bree: I CAN BE HERE.

YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME.

THIS IS MY SISTER, BREE.

THIS IS SAM.

I'M GOING TO COOK HIM A STEAK.

ME AND MY DAD, WHEN WE'D GO CAMPING, HE'D LET ME COOK.

YOU DON'T REMEMBER THAT.

YES, I DO.

YOU WERE TOO LITTLE.

MOM SAID.

I REMEMBER.

WHERE'S YOUR DAD NOW?

DEAD.

HE HAD A NURDISM.

AN ANEURYSM.

DON'T YOU KNOW ANYTHING?

HE'S IN THE CEMETERY.

HE'S A SKELETON.

HE IS NOT!

Anderson: MOOKIE? BREE!

WE GOT TO GO. BYE, SAM.

HEY!

DON'T TELL ANYONE YOU SAW ME HERE, OKAY?

WHY NOT?

BECAUSE HE DOESN'T WANT US TO, ALL RIGHT?

COME ON.

I'M GOING TO TELL MOM.

YOU BETTER NOT OR I'LL TELL MOM YOU SMOKE.

I DO NOT!

[cattle lowing]

Bree: MOMMY?

WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?

[screams]

NO!

NO!

NO!

GET AWAY!

MOMMY...

[metal crashing]

MOM, WHO ARE THESE GUYS?

STAY DOWN!

OUT OF THE TRUCK.

YOU'RE SCARING MY CHILDREN!

GET OUT OF THE TRUCK!

LEAVE THEM ALONE.

SAM!

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

I'M THE PARKING ATTENDANT

AND YOU'RE BOTHERING MY CUSTOMERS.

COME ON.

[yells]

[yells]

[glass smashes]

OH...

STAY THERE.

WHO ARE YOU?

HE'S MY FRIEND.

HIS NAME IS SAM.

WELL, YOU JUST GOING TO LET HIM STAND THERE?

WHAT ARE YOU HUNTING?

DEER, MOSTLY.

DEER IS OUT OF SEASON.

YEAH, AND JACKRABBIT.

WE GOT LOTS OF RABBITS, MOM.

I DON'T ALLOW HUNTING ON MY PROPERTY.

I'M MOSTLY CAMPING.

Anderson: I DON'T ALLOW CAMPING, EITHER.

WHO WERE THOSE MEN?

COME ON, KIDS, UP TO BED.

Bree: CAN WE STAY UP FOR A LITTLE WHILE?

NO-- LET'S GO.

WE DIDN'T SAY GOOD NIGHT TO SAM.

SAY GOOD NIGHT, AND LET'S GO.

BE RIGHT UP.

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

QUEBEC.

WHAT DO YOU DO THERE?

WHAT DIFFERENCE DOES IT MAKE?

IT'S AN INNOCENT QUESTION.

I'M A LAWYER.

WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO FIGHT LIKE THAT?

LAW SCHOOL.

WHO WERE THOSE GUYS?

POACHERS, I SUSPECT.

THANK YOU FOR THE COFFEE.

GOOD NIGHT, MA'AM.

WAIT...

YOU DON'T HAVE TO SLEEP IN THE WOODS.

YOU CAN SLEEP IN MY BARN IF YOU WANT.

NO, THANKS.

YOU CAN HUNT HERE ALL YOU WANT.

I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T ALLOW HUNTING.

MAYBE I CHANGED MY MIND.

ARE YOU AFRAID THOSE GUYS WILL BE BACK?

FORGET IT.

WAIT.

HOW MUCH?

HOW MUCH FOR THE BARN?

YOU DON'T HAVE TO PAY ME.

YOU SURE?

YES.

[voices outside]

[car engine starting]

[wheels spinning]

Anderson: OUT OF THE WAY.

BREE, I TOLD YOU ABOUT THAT.

DON'T RUN IN FRONT OF THE TRUCK.

[kids laugh]

IT'S NOT FUNNY.

BE RIGHT BACK.

YOU DID!

DID NOT!

HI.

I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT WANT TO WEAR THESE.

WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?

I'M A FRIEND OF CLYDIE'S.

WHAT'S YOUR NAME, FRIEND?

SAM.

YOU GOT AN I.D. IN THOSE PANTS?

SURE.

Clydie: LONNIE...

I'M NAKED.

DOESN'T BOTHER ME AT ALL.

WHO IS THIS GUY?

WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

WHO IS HE?

HE'S MY COUSIN.

FROM QUEBEC.

HE SAID HE WAS YOUR FRIEND.

MY THIRD COUSIN ON MY MOTHER'S SIDE.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

LONNIE, THIS IS RIDICULOUS.

PUT THE GUN DOWN.

SORRY.

CAN I TALK TO YOU FOR A SECOND?

DO YOU WANT SOME MORE?

YEAH.

THANKS.

CAN YOU PASS THE SALT?

THE OLD BIKE IN THE BARN--

I WOULD LIKE TO BUY IT.

HOW MUCH WILL YOU PAY FOR IT?

I DON'T KNOW-- 200?

THREE.

TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

I'LL TAKE IT.

ARE YOU GOING TO GO AWAY ON IT?

I'LL HAVE TO FIX IT FIRST.

IT'S TOO BROKEN TO BE FIXED.

HE'S GOT A BIG PENIS.

BREE!

HE DOES.

HE WAS IN THE POND.

HE'S GOT AN AVERAGE PENIS.

HOW DO YOU KNOW?

BECAUSE I SAW IT.

ALREADY?

I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT PENISES.

ARE YOU GOING TO SLEEP IN HER BED?

I SAID THAT'S ENOUGH!

NO ONE'S GOING TO SLEEP IN MY BED EXCEPT... ME.

DID YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND?

YOU WANT TO HELP ME?

NO.

IT'S A DAMN GOOD OFFER--

BETTER THAN YOU WOULD GET FROM ANYONE ELSE.

I DON'T WANT TO SELL IT TO ANYONE ELSE.

I DON'T WANT TO SELL IT.

MRS. ANDERSON, I KNOW YOUR FINANCIAL SITUATION.

FORGIVE ME IF THIS IS A TRIFLE INDELICATE.

YOU MIGHT NOT BE ABLE TO MAKE YOUR PAYMENTS.

AND IF YOU CAN'T MAKE YOUR PAYMENTS

THE BANK WILL BE FORCED TO FORECLOSE.

THAT'S BECAUSE YOU BOUGHT INTO THE BANK.

THE BANK NEVER FORECLOSED

UNTIL YOU CAME HERE.

NEVERTHELESS...

Sam: IT WILL TAKE A MONTH

TO GET THE ORDER TO FORECLOSE.

SHE'D GET A LAWYER.

HE WOULD FILE A WRIT.

THAT WOULD DELAY A COUPLE OF MONTHS.

YOU WOULD HAVE TO GO TO TRIAL.

IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SELL IT, DON'T SELL IT.

FORGIVE ME-- YOU ARE WHO, EXACTLY?

MY COUSIN, SAM.

OH, HELLO.

FRANKLIN HALE.

I'M DELIGHTED TO MEET YOU.

WELL, THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, MRS. ANDERSON.

GENTLEMEN, SHALL WE?

BYE.

ASTONISHING, ISN'T IT?

ONE LITTLE WOMAN IN THE MIDDLE OF A WHEAT FIELD.

AND WHAT IS SHE DOING?

SHE'S FUCKING US UP.

Hale: MY PROPOSED DEVELOPMENT IS

ONE OF THE LARGEST OF ITS KIND

AND REPRESENTS A TOTAL INVESTMENT IN YOUR COMMUNITY

OF NEARLY $1 BILLION.

NOW, WHAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE IS NATURAL BEAUTY.

I MUST TELL YOU.

I MEAN, THIS VALLEY OF YOURS--

IT'S ONE OF THE MOST EXTRAORDINARILY BEAUTIFUL PLACES

I'VE EVER SEEN.

I MEAN, IT'S QUITE REMARKABLE.

AND I DO WANT TO ASSURE YOU

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES WOULD MY COMPANY OR MYSELF

EVER DREAM OF DESECRATING SUCH BEAUTY.

BUT YOU HAVE A LOT OF LAND

WHICH COULD BE USED MORE EFFICIENTLY

IN A WAY THAT EVERYONE WOULD BENEFIT.

NOW, I WANT TO GUARANTEE YOU ALL, EVERY ONE OF YOU...

YOU ALL SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF.

SELLING OFF YOUR FAMILY HERITAGE.

Woman: TOM, YOU'RE OUT OF LINE.

SIT DOWN.

I'M NOT SELLING MY LAND.

Hale: PLEASE, LET HIM SPEAK.

HE HAS THE RIGHT TO SPEAK.

PLEASE, LET HIM SPEAK.

MY DEAR, SIR, AT FIRST GLANCE

THERE'S BOUND TO BE OPPOSITION

TO A PLAN LIKE THIS.

BUT YOUR ELECTED COUNCILPEOPLE

THEY UNDERSTAND THE WISDOM OF OUR IDEAS

AND THEY HAVE ENDORSED THEM ENTHUSIASTICALLY.

DON'T MATTER TO ME.

I KNOW THE TACTICS YOU'RE USING

AND IT WON'T WORK.

NOBODY'S GOING TO TELL ME

WHAT TO DO WITH MY LAND.

IT'S OKAY, TOM.

THEY CAN'T MAKE US SELL.

Tom: YOU SURE?

YOU SURE ABOUT THAT, CLYDIE?

LET'S GO, HONEY.

LET'S GET OUT OF HERE.

[crowd murmurs]

SAM, SAM!

SOMETHING'S WRONG.

WAKE UP!

WHAT?

COME ON!

IT'S OUR NEIGHBOR'S BARN, SAM.

MOOKIE, WAKE UP YOUR MOTHER.

HAVE HER CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT.

NOW, GO!

TOM!

ARE YOU OKAY?

MY HUSBAND'S IN THERE!

STAY BACK!

STAY!

PLEASE, HELP HIM!

[Tom calling horses]

COME ON!

[neighing]

LET ME HELP.

HAH!

GET THAT ONE.

COME ON!

GO! GO!

COME ON.

LET'S GO!

[shouting at horses]

[coughing]

TOM!

ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?

THE GAS TANKS!

THEY'RE GOING TO GO!

MOVE BACK!

GET BACK!

OH, MY GOD.

THE TANKS ARE GOING TO BLOW!

GET BACK!

[creaking]

WOW!

YOU ALL RIGHT?

Mookie: I NEVER SAW ANYTHING LIKE IT.

DID YOU GET BURNED?

Sam: NO, I WAS LUCKY.

SAM, ARE YOU GOING TO GO HOME NOW?

YOU'RE GOING TO STAY?

Sam: FOR A WHILE.

YOU'RE GOING HOME SOMETIME, AREN'T YOU?

SAM...

I REALLY DON'T REMEMBER MY DAD.

NOT LIKE I SAY I DO.

Sam: IT'S OKAY.

YOU DID GOOD, MOOKIE, DISCOVERING THE FIRE.

I WASN'T SCARED.

I KNOW.

GOOD NIGHT.

GOOD NIGHT.

I'VE BEEN OUT HERE ON MY OWN EVER SINCE MY HUSBAND DIED.

I ALWAYS THOUGHT I COULD HANDLE WHATEVER CAME UP.

I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M TELLING YOU THIS.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU.

SAM...

IS THAT YOUR REAL NAME?

YES.

SOMETIMES YOU JUST GET TIRED.

I'LL BE OKAY TOMORROW.

THINGS WILL BE BETTER.

[horse neighing]

THANKS.

WHAT IS THIS FOR?

THE BRAKES-- WITHOUT IT, THE BIKE WON'T STOP.

WHAT ABOUT THIS?

Man: THAT'S GASKET SEALER.

HEY, WHAT KIND OF CAR YOU WORKING ON?

IT'S NOT FOR A CAR.

A MOTORCYCLE.

IT'S A MOTO... A WHAT?

MOTORCYCLE.

MOTORCYCLE?

YOU'RE NOT FROM AROUND HERE, ARE YOU?

NEITHER ARE YOU.

THAT'S RIGHT, NEITHER AM I.

HEY, YOU'RE THAT... THAT CANADIAN GUY, RIGHT?

PULLED OLD TOM LEWIS OUT OF HIS BURNING BARN?

YOU'RE THE GUY, RIGHT?

HE SAVED ALL THE HORSES, TOO.

HE DID?

WOW!

THAT MUST HAVE REALLY BEEN SOMETHING.

SO WHAT KIND?

WHAT KIND OF WHAT?

WHAT ARE WE TALKING ABOUT?

WHAT KIND OF MOTORCYCLE ARE YOU WORKING ON?

A TRIUMPH.

TRIUMPH...

THEY DON'T MAKE THEM LIKE THAT ANYMORE

DO THEY?

NO, THEY DON'T.

Man: NO, THEY DON'T.

LET'S GO.

YEAH, SEE YOU.

HEY, GOOD LUCK WITH THE "MOH-TEH-CYCLE."

HOW LONG DOES IT TAKE

TO LEARN HOW TO DRIVE ONE OF THESE?

I'LL SHOW YOU.

I DON'T REALLY WANT TO KNOW

AS LONG AS YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING.

DON'T GET CAUGHT, UNDERSTAND?

I THOUGHT THE LOCAL LAW WAS TAKEN CARE OF.

HE'S BEEN PAID

BUT I'M NOT SURE HE'S BOUGHT.

NOT FOR YOU TO WORRY ABOUT.

WHO'S WORRIED?

GOOD.

THAT YOUR CARD?

YEAH.

HOW'D YOU DO THAT?

MAGIC.

[no film soundtrack]

Bree: MOMMY, IT THAT YOUR WEDDING?

YUP.

COME ON IN.

WANT SOME COFFEE?

THANK YOU.

Mookie: SAM, THAT'S MY DAD.

COME ON, LOOK AT HIM.

MOMMY?

WHY IS DADDY CARRYING YOU LIKE THAT?

BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THE GROOM DOES--

CARRIES HIS WIFE OFF

SO THEY CAN START THEIR NEW LIFE TOGETHER.

Bree: THAT'S ME!

Mookie: SO LITTLE.

BET HE WAS A GOOD KISSER.

YES, HE WAS.

IT'S VERY BEAUTIFUL HERE.

IT'S THE VALLEY OF THE MOON.

THAT'S WHAT WE CALLED IT.

CAN YOU SMELL THE VIOLETS?

THERE'S NO PRETTIER SMELL ON EARTH

THAN THE SMELL OF VIOLETS.

YOU'RE NOT USED TO ALL THIS.

YOU'RE NOT MARRIED, ARE YOU?

USED TO BE, A LONG TIME AGO.

YOU MISS YOUR HUSBAND, DON'T YOU?

YES.

THERE ARE DAYS WHEN I MISS HIM VERY MUCH.

WOULD YOU LIKE TO SLEEP IN MY ROOM TONIGHT?

YOU'RE A VERY SPECIAL WOMAN.

I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.

[knock at door]

[door opens]

HI.

HI.

IT'S LATE, LONNIE.

IT'S NO LATER THAN IT USUALLY IS.

WHAT'S THE MATTER?

I JUST DON'T FEEL LIKE IT.

OKAY.

KIDS UP?

NO.

THEN WHAT'S THE MATTER?

YOU... YOU STILL UPSET ABOUT THE LEWISES' BARN?

IT'S NOT THAT.

THEN WHAT IS IT?

I DON'T KNOW.

WELL, YOU FIGURE IT OUT, YOU LET ME KNOW.

GUESS SHE WON'T BE GROWING MUCH HERE NOW.

[bulldozers chugging in distance]

[bulldozers chugging, men laughing]

[cattle lowing]

[cries out in pain]

[metallic screeching]

[groans]

COME HERE!

[groans]

STRIKE THREE-- YOU'RE OUT.

I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH YOU KNOW

ABOUT BUSINESS, MR. DUNSTON.

THESE THINGS CAN BE A LITTLE COMPLICATED.

LET ME CLARIFY THE SITUATION.

WHAT IT COMES DOWN TO IS THIS:

IF I DON'T HAVE MRS. ANDERSON'S LAND

BY THE END OF THIS WEEK, I LOSE MY PERMITS.

IF I LOSE MY PERMITS, I LOSE THIS DEAL.

IF I LOSE THIS DEAL, I AM OUT OF BUSINESS.

NOW, IF YOU AND YOUR LITTLE PISSANT ARMY

CAN'T PERSUADE ONE WOMAN TO SELL ME HER LAND

I MAY HAVE TO FIND SOMEONE WHO CAN.

[engine starting]

SO, LONNIE POOLE

WHAT DID YOU FIND OUT ABOUT HIM?

I KNOW HE'S NOT HER COUSIN.

GOOD, LON.

LOOK, I DON'T CARE WHO HE ISN'T.

THIS ASSHOLE'S BEGINNING TO BOTHER ME.

I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GO OUT THERE

AND PRESENT HIM WITH SOME OPTIONS

TO STICKING AROUND HERE.

LISTEN...

I'D TAKE IT AS A PERSONAL FAVOR

IF YOU GIVE ME THE FIRST CRACK AT MAKING

THAT PRESENTATION.

REALLY?

REALLY.

FINE.

[car approaching]

CLYDIE'S NOT HERE.

I KNOW THAT.

I NEVER DID SEE THAT IDENTIFICATION.

I THOUGHT WE'D BEEN THROUGH THIS...

STOP RIGHT THERE.

PUT YOUR HANDS UP

AGAINST THE BARN DOOR.

MOVE!

SPREAD 'EM.

ARE YOU ARRESTING ME?

MAYBE.

WHAT FOR?

I HAVEN'T DECIDED YET.

WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE HER ALONE?

YOU'RE FUCKING IT UP!

FOR EVERYBODY'S SAKE, JUST GET OUT OF HERE!

IF YOU CARED FOR HER, YOU WOULD NOT BE DOING THIS.

Bree: THE ITSY, BITSY SPIDER WENT UP THE WATERSPOUT

DOWN CAME THE RAIN AND WASHED THE SPIDER OUT...

SAM?

SAM?

WHAT HAPPENED?

[groans]

DOES THIS HAVE ANYTHING TO DO

WITH WHAT HAPPENED IN THE PASTURE LAST NIGHT?

GODDAMN IT. WHO DID THIS TO YOU?

IT WAS PERSONAL.

WHY DO YOU DO THAT?

WHY DON'T YOU TALK TO ME?

I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU'RE HERE.

DO YOU WANT ME TO GO?

YES.

NO.

I DON'T KNOW.

I...

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WANT.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOING.

HI, MOM.

HI, HONEY.

WHERE'S YOUR SISTER?

I DON'T KNOW... PLAYING SOMEWHERE.

WHERE'S SAM?

HE'S STILL ASLEEP.

UH-UH-- HE'S NOT IN THE BARN.

HE STAYED IN MY ROOM.

ALL NIGHT?

MM-HM.

ALL RIGHT.

CAN I GO SEE HIM?

NO, HONEY, HE'S REALLY TIRED.

LET HIM SLEEP FOR A FEW MORE HOURS.

A FEW MORE HOURS?

WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?

MOOKIE.

[Bree laughing]

HELLO.

HELLO.

Dunston: HI.

HI.

DOES THIS LITTLE GIRL BELONG TO YOU?

BREE, WHAT WERE YOU DOING?

I WAS PLAYING.

HE WANTED TO PLAY WITH ME.

HE CAN PULL A MAGIC CARD OUT FROM MY EAR.

HE CAN!

MRS. ANDERSON, YOU SHOULDN'T LET THE CHILD RUN AROUND

LIKE THAT.

DO I KNOW YOU?

NO.

GO INSIDE.

BYE.

BYE-BYE.

WELL, I'M SURPRISED TO SEE

THAT YOU'RE STILL HERE.

NO, YOU'RE NOT.

YES, I AM.

IF I SEE YOU NEAR HER OR THE CHILDREN

I'LL KILL YOU.

LOOK.

YOU SEEM LIKE A SMART FELLOW.

THE WOMAN ISN'T WORTH IT.

AND I'LL TELL YOU, WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE

YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BE DEALING

WITH SOME LITTLE TIN-BADGE LOCAL SHERIFF GUY.

YOU'RE GOING TO BE DEALING WITH ME.

OKAY?

I'LL LOOK FORWARD TO IT.

ME, TOO.

AU REVOIR.

YEAH, FOR NOW.

F.B.I. JUST LEFT MY OFFICE.

WHAT DO YOU WANT?

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.

I'M GOING TO DO EVERYBODY A FAVOR.

LEAVE.

JUST GO SOMEWHERE ELSE.

DO IT RIGHT NOW, OR I WON'T BE ABLE

TO STOP WHAT WILL HAPPEN.

WHAT ABOUT CLYDIE?

WHAT ABOUT THIS PLACE?

YOU'RE MAKING IT MUCH WORSE FOR HER

THAN IT WAS EVER SUPPOSED TO BE.

IF YOU CARE FOR HER, YOU'LL GO.

[car engine starts]

[door opens]

I WAS A THIEF.

I DON'T CARE.

THERE WAS A BANK

AND A GUARD GOT SHOT.

SO YOU'RE A MURDERER.

NO.

A BOY, BILLY--

I TOOK HIM WITH ME ON A COUPLE OF JOBS.

THE GUARD WAS GOING TO SHOOT ME.

BILLY SHOT HIM FIRST, AND I WAS TAKEN.

YOU HAD NO RIGHT.

DAMN YOU!

YOU HAD NO RIGHT

TO COME INTO OUR LIVES.

YOU HAVE TO GO.

YOU'RE GOING TO LOSE THIS PLACE.

NO, I AM NOT.

I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF.

I WAS DOING JUST FINE BEFORE YOU CAME HERE.

I HAVE BEEN ALONE A LONG TIME.

SO HAVE I.

Mookie: SAM!

MOOKIE, YOU'RE IT!

WHOA!

I SAID YOU'RE IT.

[children laughing]

Sam: CLYDIE, I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE EASIER

TALKING TO YOU ON TAPE, BUT NOW I'M NOT SO SURE.

Hale: OH, THIS IS EXCELLENT, LONNIE.

THIS IS REALLY EXCELLENT.

WHY DID YOU LET HIM GO?

YOU'D BE FAMOUS NOW IF YOU'D COLLARED HIM.

NOW DOESN'T SEEM THE TIME TO HAVE THIS PLACE CRAWLING

WITH STATE COPS AND F.B.I.

YOU'RE RIGHT, LONNIE, QUITE RIGHT.

THAT'S WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOU, LONNIE--

YOU'RE ALWAYS THINKING.

IT SHOULDN'T BE TOO DIFFICULT

TO BREAK MRS. ANDERSON'S RESISTANCE NOW.

I'LL WORK ON THAT RIGHT AWAY.

THANK YOU, LONNIE.

I DON'T CARE IF OUR LOCAL SHERIFF SAYS HE'S LEFT TOWN.

I STILL THINK HE'S DANGEROUS.

ME, TOO.

I THINK WE SHOULD TAKE PERSONAL CHARGE OF THE SITUATION.

Radio broadcaster: ...a little cooler tonight, dropping down to the 50s

but tomorrow, another sunny day, so make your plans.

It's going to be a beautiful day out there...

HEY, PETE.

HEY.

WHAT'S NEW WITH YOU?

Pete: NOTHING.

HELLO!

EXCUSE ME

THAT BIKE PARKED OUT FRONT BELONG TO YOU?

YEAH.

DID YOU RESTORE IT YOURSELF?

IT JUST NEEDED A LITTLE WORK.

IT WAS NOTHING.

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

QUEBEC.

DRIVE HER HERE ALL THE WAY

FROM CANADA?

YEAH.

YOU MUST BE A GOOD MECHANIC.

Waiter: COFFEE?

PLEASE.

YOU GOING TO HAVE ANYTHING TO EAT?

WHAT HAVE YOU GOT?

WELL, TODAY'S SPECIAL IS MEATLOAF

OR YOU CAN HAVE

THE REST OF THAT GUY'S STEAK.

[motorcycle engine starting]

MOOKIE?

Sam: Clydie...

I thought it might be easier talking to you on tape.

Now I'm not so sure.

I can never change what I did, no matter how much I regret it.

Mookie is going to hear lots of things about me.

Most of them won't be true.

Please say good-bye to him for me.

Tell him I never meant for anyone to get hurt

especially him.

[horse whinnying]

[motor starts suddenly]

[gunfire ringing out]

GIDDYUP, GIDDYUP!

[stops motor]

[motorcycle in distance]

[motor starts]

[siren]

SHIT!

[police radio transmissions]

SON OF A BITCH!

GET A CHOPPER NOW!

I WANT HIM TRACKED.

[wind buffeting]

Mookie: MOM, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

JUST LOCKING UP.

WE NEVER LOCK UP.

WELL, WE'RE GOING TO START.

MOMMY, ARE YOU SCARED OF SOMETHING?

NO, HONEY, I'M JUST BEING CAUTIOUS.

THAT'S DIFFERENT FROM BEING SCARED.

MY TURN.

[motorcycle engine in distance]

CLYDIE.

HMM...

KENTUCKY AVENUE.

WHO HAS THAT?

NOBODY.

OH...

A SIX.

WHERE IS IT?

WHERE AM I?

RUN!!

RUN!!

Man: GO GET THE KIDS!

RUN!

[Clydie screaming]

[breathing heavily]

[yells]

JOHN, TRY USING THE STAIRS.

BREE, UPSTAIRS.

John: OPEN THE DOOR, KIDS.

OPEN THIS GODDAMN DOOR!

I'LL CLIMB OUT THE WINDOW

AND LOOK FOR HELP.

YOU CAN'T-- YOU'LL FALL.

NO, I WON'T.

I'VE DONE IT BEFORE.

[yells]

MOM!

BREE.

John: THE OTHER LITTLE SHIT WENT OUT THE WINDOW.

PLEASE DON'T HURT MY CHILDREN.

Lonnie: CLYDIE?!

[muffled screaming]

[knocking]

CLYDIE?

CLYDIE?

WHAT'S THE MATTER?

LONNIE!

NOW, GO FIND THE OTHER KID.

Mookie: I'M OVER HERE, YOU BIG FAT JERK.

[horse whinnying]

[horse whinnying]

COME ON OUT, KID.

COME ON, SON, I-- I WOULDN'T HURT YOU.

[horse whinnies furiously]

[gasping]

[muffled screaming]

SHH!...

SAM!

STAY HERE.

STUPID SHIT.

I'M GONNA KILL THAT LITTLE SON OF A BITCH.

[groaning]

Dunston: ALL RIGHT, NO MORE THREATS.

YOU KNOW WHAT WE'RE HERE FOR.

COME HERE, SWEETHEART.

WHAT?

I WON'T HURT HER.

PLEASE.

MOMMY, MOMMY.

YOU STAY IN THERE, AND NO NOISE!

I'M SICK OF THIS TOWN, I'M SICK OF YOU!

I WANT TO GO HOME.

NOW, YOU SIGN THE CONTRACT!

HERE'S THE PEN!

SIGN THE CONTRACT.

I'M SORRY IT CAME TO THIS.

RIGHT HERE!

[crying]

VERY GOOD.

GO TO HELL.

[spits]

[crying]

GET OUT NOW.

GO!

THIS IS MY HOUSE!

NO, WE CAN'T LEAVE BEFORE THE FIRE.

WHAT?

AFRAID I CAN'T TAKE THE RISK.

AL, IF YOU WILL?

[lighter clinks open]

[screaming]

WATCH HER-- WATCH HER!

WHERE IS HE?

[footsteps above]

[creaking above]

[creaking]

[yelling]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[grunting]

GET UP.

GET UP.

SAM!

SAM!

SAM!

LEAVE HIM ALONE!

[grunting]

SAM!

YOU OKAY?

STAY BEHIND ME.

[rifle being cocked]

SAM!

[gunshot]

AU REVOIR, FUCKER.

[gasping]

Sam: CLYDIE!

SAM!

DON'T COME ANY CLOSER.

LET HER GO.

DON'T DO IT.

LET HER GO!

STAY BACK!

STAY BACK!

[sirens approaching]

THROW THE GUN DOWN.

THROW THE GUN DOWN NOW!

THROW THE GUN DOWN!

DO IT!

BREE?

MOM!

PUT YOUR HANDS UP.

MY DEAR FELLOW, I'M FRANKLIN HALE.

I OWN HALF THIS...

TURN AROUND AND FACE THE HOUSE.

THERE'S AN ESCAPED CONVICT IN THERE!

TURN AROUND.

DO IT!

GO! YOU CAN STILL GET AWAY.

NO.

Officer: SAM GILLARD...

THE HOUSE IS SURROUNDED.

COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD.

WHY DO THEY WANT YOU?

YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG.

A LONG TIME AGO, I DID SOME THINGS

I WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO DO.

ARE THEY GOING TO TAKE YOU TO JAIL?

YES.

I DON'T WANT YOU TO GO.

I GOT TO GO.

I DON'T WANT YOU TO.

GOOD-BYE, MOOKIE.

GOOD-BYE, MOOKIE.

GOOD-BYE, BREE.

BYE, SAM.

ARE YOU COMING BACK?

I'LL FIND A WAY.

SOMEHOW I'LL FIND A WAY TO COME BACK TO YOU.

NO MATTER HOW LONG IT TAKES

WE'LL BE HERE.

I KNOW.

I LOVE YOU.

I LOVE YOU, TOO.

YOU SAVED A LOT OF LIVES HERE.

THAT OUGHT TO COUNT FOR SOMETHING.

[police radio transmissions]

LET'S GO.

SAM!

GOOD-BYE, MY FRIEND.

BYE, SAM.

GO.

YOU BASTARD!

DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?

[thump]

[grunting]

I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.