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[birds singing]

[wind blowing]

[car engine roaring]

[man] I told you.

I ain't never been caught and I ain't never gonna be caught.

[Engine roars.] - Looks like coppers put up a road block.

Hold on!

Whoo!

Ain't no way me and Mr. Bear are going to the big house.

No, ma'am. - [Girl giggles.]

[man] Whoo-hoo!

[Tires screech.]

[girl] Daddy, go faster!

[loud thuds] - [Man sighs.]

[Man grunts.] - Yes!

[Man sighs.]

[girl] Hi, Mrs. Akers. Hi, Florence.

Why, hello, Penny. What's going on over there?

Daddy's putting the car up on blocks,

so we can save money on gas.

[Mrs. Akers] Oh! Well... isn't that smart?

Mr. Murphy... I've been meaning to ask.

Our car's been acting real funny and...

I thought maybe, if you're not too busy, you might take a look?

Ed says you know more than any mechanic in town, so...

I sure would appreciate it and, of course, we'll pay you.

For your time.

[music playing on radio]

Did she pay you lots of money?

[Murphy] No.

How come?

Because her car wasn't broke.

You could have broken it for her and then fixed it.

I thought about that.

[distant dog barking]

Do you know how to do that? - [He sighs.]

Maybe you should go next door and ask Mrs. Akers to help.

Are you kidding me?

This is your father you're talking to.

Like I need Mrs. Akers!

Girl, I've made planes fly.

I can rebuild an engine, frame a house.

Shoot, I made you.

You think I don't know how to... how to mend a sock?

Doesn't look like it.

[church bells ringing]

[murmur of conversation]

[pastor] We will be tested.

But as the Psalmist David writes on this occasion,

"Wait on the Lord,

be of good courage and he shall strengthen the heart."

Wait, I say, on the Lord.

Let us pray.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our debts,

as we forgive our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory...

for ever and ever.

Amen. - [all] Amen.

[Penny] But why has it got to be so boring?

[Murphy] Well, I think they want to bore the devil

out of little girls, I guess.

Your mother used to sleep through the whole service.

The pastor was like warm milk, she said.

Hey!

[Key rattles in lock.]

[distant children shouting]

[Door opens.]

[Door closes.] - [woman] When other students are playing...

I'll get this stuff out of your way.

[man sighs] That is a terrible thing, Sam.

To evict a man while he's at church.

[Murphy chuckles.] - That's a terrible thing.

Do you have a place where you can go? - Yeah, we've got a plan.

If you want any of this stuff, you can have it.

If it's OK and you're not planning on taking it,

we sure would like to buy that radio.

I've been meaning to buy a portable one

and that one's just perfect.

Yeah, thank you. That's great. Sure.

Uh, no, son. That's Penny's bear. It's not for sale.

Yes, he is. - [Murphy] No, he's not.

It's OK, Daddy.

I don't need him anymore.

I want you to have him.

[thumping]

Stop kicking.

[loud thump]

I told you.

I'll buy him back.

I'll go there right now and buy him back.

It... It's what you said you wanted.

Well, you said you wanted to sell Mama's radio.

Look.

I think I found us the perfect place.

It's right by your school.

You're still gonna go to school, aren't you?

You're not gonna run off and join the circus,

start working with elephants, huh?

No.

School's OK.

I didn't really like that old apartment anyway.

We should try this new place.

You know, give it a week, see if we like it.

I mean, it's a good neighborhood.

[distant shouting]

Give it a nice, loud knock.

Yeah, good job.

[Dog barks.] - Hello?

[shouting]

[Murphy] Be careful of the glass, OK?

Right, have a seat.

Maybe look up that other address you found, OK?

Look your best.

[He knocks loudly.]

Hello?

[dogs barking]

Hello?

[man 1] Hey. What are you doing down there?

Oh, well, my daughter and I are looking for an apartment to rent.

[man 1] Looks like you're spying in a window. - We're looking for the owner.

We went around out front.

[man 1] Are you trying to squat?

No. - [man 2] What's your daddy up to?

Hey, don't touch her!

[grunting]

Hey! - [Man 2 grunts.]

Hey, hey!

[grunting and choking]

You're fucked now. - All right.

[tense music playing]

[Murphy sighs.]

[typewriter keys tapping]

All right, mister.

You stay there, please, miss.

Now listen to me. Don't be scared.

Don't ever be scared.

When I get out of here, I'm gonna come get you,

then we'll be together and we'll never be apart again.

All right? I promise.

I'm sorry, Penny.

I don't know how long this is gonna take,

but when it all gets straightened out,

I am gonna come get you.

I love you.

What do you mean? Come get me where?

[man] Right, come on, let's go.

Wait, no, please! I can't leave my daddy!

Daddy, no, please!

No, Daddy, please! - You're OK. Hey, hey.

No, please! - Don't cry. Listen to me.

Daddy, no! - Listen. Don't be...

Don't be scared.

No, Daddy, no! - [man] Gotta go.

Daddy, no, no!

[man] Let's go, miss. Come on. Come on, let's go.

[ominous music]

[Ominous music intensifies.]

[Music fades.]

[tense music]

[tools scraping]

[distant conversation]

[man] Hold on.

I want to see my new hands.

[distant chatter]

You play baseball, son? - Well, I...

Mm-hm. What about you? You play ball?

Yes, sir. - "Yes, sir." That's good.

I don't know what you fuck-ups did, but you're lucky to be here.

We aim to make convicts responsible

through hard labor and its fruits.

You're gonna get a day off your sentence for every two days you work.

Good behavior gets you out of here on parole even quicker.

You're gonna work hard, but you will be paid a daily wage.

Minus expenses.

Red...

you're gettin' mighty close to the bone.

You keep chewin', you see what you find.

Boss.

Now, you fuck up...

And this goes for all of you all.

You fuck up and you will find yourself

back in the penitentiary with your time extended

and my boot mark permanently tattooed on your ass.

Comprende?

[convicts] Yes, sir.

Let's build the road.

[haunting music playing]

[man 1] Hey, the guards ain't fucking changing.

[man 2] You can stare at them all you want,

but you gotta shit or you gotta get off the pot.

Well, can't you see it, Singh?

You... you can't win, OK?

Not this, Singh.

Actually... [chuckles] Not in this country.

[chuckles] I mean, how is it you did not get put

in a colored bunkhouse where you belong?

It's just ignorant white folk.

White... white folk... ain't ignorant.

Well, according to the white folk who run this operation,

I'm technically Caucasian.

Just like you, Rankin.

[Man chuckles.]

I fold.

[Singh sniffs.] - Well, tough luck, comrade.

Hmm... You're not like me.

'Cause I'm white and I'm still in the game.

There's a difference. Hey, what do you think, Murphy?

Do you think white folk are ignorant?

Come on, Singh's out here, he's calling white folks ignorant.

Are you gonna defend yourself?

[man] Yeah? - [Rankin] Yeah, deal.

Oh, oh, oh. That's, um... That's the dead man's hand.

The dead man's hand?

[Rankin] The story goes,

Old Wild Bill Hickok, he had a shot.

Right in the back of the head. Pow!

Like that. - Yeah?

Trying to play this hand.

[He chuckles.] - Oh, it's...

It's not funny. - No.

[chuckles] You do whatever you want, Big Country, but...

[man] I'm all in.

[Murphy] Bluffing. - What?

[chuckles] He talks. Wow!

What do you know about it, Pops? Do you even play poker?

No. You just gotta know when somebody's full of shit.

Maybe Murphy's right.

I call.

All right, what you got?

[man] I... I have that one.

Fuck!

[chuckling]

I win it?

I thought you said he was bluffing.

I just said you've got to know when somebody's full of shit.

[chuckling]

[laughter]

I thought that was the same thing, but...

[sighs]

[Chuckling continues.]

[panting]

[Bell rings.]

[distant chatter]

[He chuckles softly.]

Well, we had a lot of chickens on my farm.

And, you know, for the sheeps,

you know, we wouldn't have a fence around the farm,

so, basically, we would, um...

we would kind of teach them where they need to go.

If one sheep was not in the area the sheep was supposed to be...

The sheep's gone. - Yeah, we shoot it.

Yeah, like a normal farm.

I thought this story was about chickens.

What? No.

[gunshots]

Everybody listen up!

Now, you boys, you like a day off, don't you?

Yeah? Sure you do. You get to rest up, clean up.

And most importantly, play some baseball.

[All cheer.] - Playoff's tomorrow.

Teams are tied. You men are one game from glory.

Go, Pirates! - [cheering and applause]

However...

we got ourselves a problem.

So let me tell you the procedure for this afternoon.

Bob tells me we got a rock up there that needs to be blasted.

But we don't get no more dynamite till Monday.

Powder house is empty.

But I say... that rock...

has got to move today.

And if it ain't,

you'll all be back out here tomorrow, there will be no game,

the Pirates will forfeit.

Do you understand me? - Yes, sir.

So go move that goddamn rock.

Come on, move. Harder!

Jesus H Christ, look at these assholes!

They don't stand a chance.

Hercules couldn't move that rock. - [Murphy chuckles.]

What's wrong with you, Murphy? Not a team player?

Depends on the team.

You don't mind working out here tomorrow?

I don't much care for Sundays.

Just as soon as be earning my two-for-one days.

Early release. I like to work.

Yeah? Well, me...

I like baseball.

And I love Sundays.

That's the Lord's day.

If we gotta be out here tomorrow working,

it ain't gonna be no good time, I can tell you that right now.

[tense music]

Hey, it's about time!

[chuckles] Ha! What are you gonna do? Put tires on it?

Quiet, Rankin. Shut up and dig!

[Murphy] Right, listen to me.

Singh, I need a six-inch hole right there. Olson, come here.

See that? Right there.

All right.

[Singh grunting]

Keep going, keep going, keep going.

Keep going, keep going.

[tense music]

[Olson grunts.]

Right, you got the holes? - Yeah, yeah.

Listen to me, listen to me.

Olson, get a shovel. Put it right in there.

Pickax. Right in there. Right?

Only these men push. Nobody else or the handles will break.

When it moves, don't let it stop.

Go, go. - [Olson] Ready?

[Singh] Yeah. - [Murphy] Steady. Keep it up.

[shouts of encouragement]

Push, push, push, push.

[Murphy] Don't stop. Don't stop.

[Shouting continues.]

[distorted guitar music]

Keep moving! - [Murphy] Go, go, go! Push!

Come on! - Come on!

[shouts of encouragement]

Don't stop! Don't stop! Yes, come on!

Push it! Come on!

[dramatic music continues]

Yes! Yes!

[Shouting continues.]

Go! Go! Go!

Come on!

[Dramatic guitar music continues.]

Come on!

[cheering]

Yeah!

Let's go, let's go!

Great job.

[birds singing]

[warden] Come on in.

I'm out back.

[floorboards creaking]

Here he is. - Yeah.

Hercules. [chuckles]

Yeah, that was some fun, Murphy.

Seeing those boys' faces.

There you were, moving heaven and earth,

and they couldn't work out how.

Dr. Pepper?

Help yourself.

[Pigeon coos.]

[warden] Pull!

[He sighs.]

[Gun clicks.]

Pull!

[warden] God... damn, Murphy.

Murphy, I've never seen that before.

Usually, a man will let them fly out a little,

give them a sporting chance.

I just thought you were supposed to kill 'em.

Well, you did that.

We're gonna clean these babies up,

and you and I are gonna eat.

I don't know if you like cars.

This here's the latest and greatest, Model 18.

Not working right now, but she's pretty.

[Murphy] Can I take a look? - Go ahead.

What's wrong with it?

Pulls left, runs hot.

Don't like hills and can't brake for shit.

I can fix it.

Yeah? Which part?

All of it.

[warden] We was guarding a cathouse in Paris the whole damn time.

I'd been Portland Police Bureau, PPB,

so they just put me straight in the military police.

Our job was trying to stop doughboys like you

from getting themselves venereal disease.

Did OK with that for a while.

Till it was the MPs getting the VD.

[Murphy chuckles.]

How about you? How did you get them scars?

Oh... The Germans were trying to get a position behind us.

My unit was temporarily under British and French command.

Their scouts thought it would improve our position

if I got us up there first, and I did.

And I got these to show for it.

[He sighs.]

Kind of makes you a war hero, doesn't it?

Just lucky, I guess.

These new bearings are all packed.

The battered metal should last for a while.

It won't pull anymore.

[sighs loudly] Yeah, she was in rough shape.

The fella I got it from ran it hard.

He's retired now.

Doing 15 to 20 in Joliet.

[Murphy] Retired rum runner, huh? [chuckles]

Switches in the dash, modified suspension,

dirt plate, engine's all hopped up.

Kind of half-assed. That's why it ran so hot.

Well, well, well! The man knows a liquor hole in a car when he sees one.

I think I'm gonna learn to like you, Murphy.

You got any family?

Yeah. Got a daughter.

You got good people looking after her?

A problem shared is a burden halved, so...

What's the problem, son?

I'm in here.

She's, uh, in a home, House of the Good Shepherd.

In one month, she'll be a ward of the state and up for adoption.

Even with good time, I'm in here six more months.

That's my problem.

[suspenseful music playing]

Thank you.

[car engine revving]

[warden] Hey, Murphy!

You've done good work. I appreciate it.

She's running real good now. [chuckles]

To tell you the truth,

I didn't come out here just for the joyride.

I've been thinking about you and your predicament.

If I can get you out of here before the end of the month,

you'd like that?

Can you do that?

Son, out here, I do what I want.

If I sign the papers saying your time is done,

your time is done.

Now, this here is gonna be the procedure.

I have a friend who needs a little help.

He's also in a kind of predicament.

He's gonna need four strong men.

Men he can trust.

I don't trust any of these boys, but you know 'em better than I,

and I trust you.

So you have to be in charge.

Now, this ain't gonna be no picnic like here.

It might get rough.

However, there's good money in it.

Just can't be no fuck-ups.

There won't be.

All right.

You do this thing,

I will sign the papers for you and the men you choose.

We got a deal?

[Singh] Whatever this job is, it's got to be illegal.

Now, look, he just asked me to find three trustworthy men.

I can only find two and you guys seem to like him.

[Brakes squeak.]

[Rankin chuckles.]

Thank God we're not going on that fucking thing.

[man] Two hours up the mine, give or take.

I don't wanna hear jack-diddly out of any of you convicts.

Do you hear? - I've never been on an airplane before.

What the fuck did I just say?

[Engine roars.]

[suspenseful music]

Come on through, Mr. Amis.

[indistinct chatter]

[tense music]

[dog barking]

[distant chatter]

Come on. Hurry up.

[suspenseful music]

[Amis] Come on in, guys, and shut up.

Evening, gentlemen.

George Taggert.

[Door creaks and closes.]

Which one of you fellas is Murphy?

Right here.

Yeah. Clancy had nothing but good words to say about you, Mr. Murphy.

He says you're the man for the job.

Which is grand, because this job needs the right man.

The right men. Come on.

Now, there is one thing I want you to know

and it's very important.

See this?

This here is trouble.

Finding it, mining it,

particularly holding on to it is trouble.

People get funny around gold. I've seen it. They'll lie.

Cheat.

They'll kill you for it.

You hear?

[shouting] You hear?

Sir. - Sir.

[chuckles] Good.

Two weeks from today,

every mine in this country is getting closed down,

and every bit of gold confiscated, courtesy of FDR.

Yeah, desperate times.

There are a lot of desperate folk around

who think maybe this gold ought to belong to them,

instead of the US government.

Two mines in this county already got looted by their own guards.

Anybody who tried to protect the vault...

got shot.

I trust two men in this place.

And they hear rumblings...

that maybe we're up next.

That ain't happening on my watch.

Ain't happening in this mine.

'Cause there isn't gonna be no gold.

And that is because you men are going to have it.

And first thing tomorrow morning,

you're gonna march it across the fucking wilderness

in the opposite direction from them animals out there

before anybody even notices it's gone.

Around 50-odd miles,

and that haul road you came in on

finally breaks around, joins up again...

Far side of the lake.

[Murphy sighs.] - [muttering]

That's where we're gonna meet.

Six days from now exactly.

Mr. Amis and Mr. Letender will be on hand

to make sure you all don't get lost.

You understand that?

Do you understand that?

[convict] Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

You see, this ain't my gold. I wish it was, but it ain't.

It belongs to the men who own this mine.

I just get paid to protect it.

When do we get paid?

When you deliver.

You hold up your end and I hold up mine.

All of this gold, and I mean every last ounce of it,

gets to where it's going,

but if any of it goes missing for any reason...

well, then, you got trouble.

You hear me?

Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

[chuckles softly] Good. Get out of here.

[Amis] Anybody taking gold out of here

can't look like me and him, so if we do get caught...

You get shot.

All right.

[They pant softly.]

[Letender sniffs.]

[Rankin pants softly.]

[Door clatters open.]

[Door slams shut.]

[birds chirping]

[suspenseful music]

Here.

[Murphy whispering] No. Hold on. Hold on.

Olson. - Yeah.

Singh.

I got you. All right.

[Murphy grunts.]

[distant dog barking] - Let's go. Come on.

[Murphy groans.]

[Dog continues barking.]

Somebody else is out here.

I don't think so.

If they are, this thing's gonna be over before it gets started.

You walking with them? Give me your knife.

[Letender sighs.]

Give me your pack.

Happily.

[tense music]

[Murphy pants softly.]

[birds singing]

[Woman gasps.] - [Distant dog barks.]

[Letender] What the fuck?

What's the girl doing here? - [Amis] Keep it down, man.

Give me that fucking knife.

Anybody with you?

No. I'm alone.

Well, you better tell me quick what you're doing out here.

Same as you. Except for the stealing gold part.

We ain't stealing nothing. We're just trying...

Look, I just saw people sneaking out.

I saw the packs. I needed to get out of that place.

So I figured I'd join 'em.

I can help you. I'm as strong as any man here.

All right, take it easy.

We can't keep talking. We have to move.

Who asked you? I'm in charge.

It's none of my business, whatever you're doing,

whatever you took...

But I'm not going back.

[distant bell ringing]

OK, we'll just leave her here. She can't come with us.

I might get caught if I go back.

We gotta move.

Let's go. We gotta move.

[tense music]

[Rankin] No, that's it.

The fucking silence is worse than these goddamn packs.

How about it, Pops? Got any, uh...

You got any stories about the, uh... the good old days?

Really? Oh, wow, that is...

That's interesting. See, I didn't know that. That is...

That's fascinating. That is very fascinating.

You should tell us more about that.

Singh, I would even...

I mean, I'd even listen to one of your lectures on the, uh...

What's it called? The...

The history of coolie labor... - Uh-huh. Maybe later.

Or the evils of capitalism. No, you don't want...

Singh, hey! - What?

You should tell these boys how you got arrested.

Uh-huh. - It's a good story.

Singh here, he was arrested for being a socialist.

[laughter] - Yeah, accurate as always.

Yeah.

Why aren't you talking? Come on, Singh.

Come on, Singh, come on!

Let's hear it.

First of all, Rankin, you can't... you can't be arrested

for being a socialist.

Yeah, you can. - No, no.

I was convicted for resisting arrest.

I was leading a protest with the Unemployed Council.

People got riled up.

The police came in to shut us down,

then one thing leads to another.

Got a little extra special attention, though,

for the color of my skin.

Look, Singh was arrested for being red and brown.

Yeah. - Can't blame 'em.

I wouldn't mind if they fucking shipped you all out.

Oh, God. - Mouthing off to cops.

Whoa, hey!

We got a real outlaw on our hands, ladies and gentlemen.

We got a real, real outlaw!

[chuckles] Seriously, how did you get so fucking red?

If you're so genuinely interested,

how about I quote you a couple of fitting aphorisms?

No one wants to hear that shit. - It might enlighten you.

A social order which allows one man,

who does absolutely nothing useful,

to amass a fortune,

whilst millions toil every day for a pittance

is no basis for civilization.

I am for socialism because I am for humanity...

You'd better watch your mouth, boy.

Yeah, shut up, Singh.

You won't listen to me, but you'll listen

to a man with a gun in his hand, now, won't you?

[suspenseful music]

[bird of prey calling]

The old miners who built these knew their business, I tell you.

[Bridge creaks.]

They transport equipment and animals...

[Amis groans.]

Goddamn!

I thought I was done. [sniffs]

My balls went up in my stomach.

Yeah, it'll hold a man, but not carrying these packs.

[birds squawking]

[Murphy] I'm all set. Come on.

Whew!

On you go. - Right.

[He breathes deeply.]

[grunts] Right, got it. - Ready?

I'm ready.

Come on, Singh. - Come on.

Whew!

[Singh] Good catch.

[Murphy yells.]

[Bridge creaks.]

[Murphy grunts.]

OK? - Yeah.

[Singh] Right, it's coming.

[Amis] Got two left. - [Murphy] Shit.

All right? - Come on.

Two, three... Oh!

[Murphy yells, pants heavily.]

Got it?

[Amis] Murphy, if you drop one, you might as well go over with it.

'Cause we'll all be fucked.

That should buck him up.

[Amis] Shut your hole. - [Murphy groans.]

[Olson] Murph?

[distant chatter]

[groans loudly] Fuck.

[pants heavily] OK.

[Singh] Watch your foot.

Good. Pick that up.

[Murphy breathes heavily.]

All right.

[Rankin] Last one. Here it comes.

No, hold on. - Oh, shit.

[Murphy yells.] - Oh, hey.

[Murphy yells.] - Shit.

[wind howling]

This is fucking crazy.

[Rankin] Are you all right?

[Bridge creaks.] - Are you kidding me?

What is wrong with you?

Sorry.

[Murphy] All right.

That's it? - That's it.

OK.

All right, that was easy.

This'll do.

Put them bags right here.

Anna, get to cooking, girl.

I'm getting water.

You want some help? - No.

[birds squawking]

I said I don't need any help.

Yeah, I can see that.

Don't let them catch you with that knife. - They won't.

Be careful. Some of these plants are poisonous.

Amis.

Goddamn! What the fuck?

[Gun clicks.] - What the fuck do you want?

Out here, people mind their business.

But they'll share a meal if they got one.

Smells good.

[Murphy] You should've made a noise or something.

I did.

But you all didn't hear me. [chuckles]

On my way back down,

I saw the fire.

I smelled that cooking. [chuckles]

Wouldn't have brought any liquor with you?

Been a while since I drank nothing but creek water.

Don't get company out here much.

There's a few old trappers around, loggers.

Miners.

You know, a place for miners mostly.

Huh.

[He chuckles.]

Whoo! [laughing]

Hey. [sniffs]

You got both kinds of Indian.

[laughter]

Imagine that. [chuckles]

[Amis] We ain't tried to camp too close to you.

Be gone in the morning.

I don't mind.

Anybody out here knows whose claim's whose.

And if they don't, well...

They learn.

So you live out here all alone, huh?

Well... sometimes.

[He chuckles.]

Been all over these mountains, know every last piece.

This area here is the best, though. Hmm.

Funny game.

[He laughs.]

There's plenty gold, but you're not gonna get it.

[Anna] Hmm.

[man] Man!

Them packs look heavy.

Y'all don't travel light, do you?

We got a long hike tomorrow, so we'd best be getting...

[man] Heading down river? - No.

Where are you headed, then?

There ain't but a couple of ways to go. I could show you...

Hey there!

Hold on, hold on. - [Man chuckles.]

You've had your meal. Move on out.

If I see you again, you're a dead man.

OK. Easy.

Easy there, big fella.

[Man chuckles.]

I'm on my way.

[Amis] Yeah.

[Man continues chuckling.]

[Murphy] We don't know how many's with him.

We're slow. We're easy to follow.

I say we cross this river, cover our tracks.

Well, I'd feel better if we just follow the goddamn map.

So would I, but he's not stupid.

All right, listen to me, Amis. He knew.

What are you, a fucking coward?

There's a difference between cowardice and common sense.

These old miners will live half a year off some tailings.

What do you think they would do for what we're carrying?

I ain't worried. - Yeah, well, you should be.

Come on, move.

[distant thundering sound] - Oh!

Maybe some loggers.

Freeing up a jam.

Let's go.

[distant thundering sound]

Oh, shit. Let's go, let's go, let's go.

[Amis] Move your ass!

Murphy, move that thing!

Let's go!

Come on, let's go!

[They pant heavily.]

[Murphy] Untie yourself.

All right, keep in touch.

I got you. - Murph!

Knife!

Hey, watch them packs!

[Rankin] Murph! Murphy!

Help!

Help! Murph! - All right, all right.

Hold on. Give me your hand!

Where's the rope?

All right, I got you.

Amis! The pack!

[Murphy groans.]

[tense music]

[Wood creaks.]

[muffled shouts]

Right here!

Come on! - He's there, he's there!

[She grunts.]

[Tense music intensifies.]

[He gasps, pants loudly.]

[Singh] Shit! Are you OK?

Oh, no.

[Rankin] Hey, Murphy, I...

[Murphy grunts.] - [Rankin groans.]

[Murphy grunts loudly.] - Hey, Murphy. Hey, hey!

Hey! I'm sorry, man. I can't swim.

I can't swim. - Take it easy.

I can't swim.

[Rankin pants heavily.]

Hey, come on, one more!

[distant birds singing]

[sound of water flowing]

[He pants heavily.]

[He groans.]

You really put it on me, huh, old man?

I mean, that was an ass-whoopin'.

I can't remember the last time I got beat like that.

[Rankin breathes heavily.]

Kind of fun, you know.

I... I used to fight every day in juvie.

I kind of miss it.

But...

Them places...

they're tough.

Real tough.

I wouldn't want to be there nowadays.

That looks like it hurts.

[Murphy pants.]

Amis, do you still have those wire-cutters?

[Amis] Jesus, Murphy. - [Murphy groans.]

[He gasps.]

[He pants heavily, groans.]

[Amis] Might have to cut that finger off.

[Murphy pants heavily.]

[Murphy sighs.]

OK, hold still now. This will hurt.

[Murphy groans.]

[He groans more loudly.]

[He groans.]

[He breathes heavily.]

[He groans loudly.]

[muttered comment]

[Murphy groans loudly.]

[He pants softly.]

Now you can keep the finger and the ring.

Thank you.

That's twice.

Today.

Anna, quit nursing and cook something up.

Yeah, I'm hungry.

No, we can't have a fire. - What?

I wouldn't make a fire.

[Letender] Oh, oh! You're still scared about that little old miner.

Yeah, I am.

I crossed your stupid river already for no goddamn reason.

I've been soaked all day, so I'm making a fire.

No, I wouldn't do it.

[Letender sighs loudly.]

You know what, Murphy?

If you're so fucking smart, what are you doing out here?

You're just an old convict

who's got a broken hand

and he don't know shit about shit.

[suspenseful music]

[Suspenseful music intensifies.]

[Rankin] Come on, Big Country. I told my story. Singh told his.

Why don't you tell everyone

how you found yourself carrying gold in the fucking wilderness?

Tell them how you hung that judge.

We ain't playing baseball tomorrow. - Rankin, I didn't hang a judge.

[Singh] Let it rest.

I think it's a good story.

[Singh] Go ahead, Olson. Let's hear it.

[Olson] I didn't almost hang him, but...

he did almost get hung.

What happened?

[Olson] It was a judge

who kept foreclosing farm mortgages

on Scandinavian families like he... like he enjoyed it.

Other judges would find a way to avoid it, but not...

not this one.

Took our farm along with the others...

And we had no way to stop it, really.

When you take away a man's ability to feed his family,

he gets desperate.

And... And a desperate man, that's a violent man.

So...

a group of us all went down to his court

and took him outside, had a rope around his neck,

and started hanging him.

Most folks thought he deserved it.

Didn't get that far, though.

You better be careful he don't make a play on you.

And carry that gold off by himself

back to his uncle's dirt farm.

Rankin, you might just be the most annoying man I ever met.

You know that?

[Rankin] You told it better last time.

[tense music]

[Rankin] What about you, Letender?

All the gold in them packs, how much do you think it's worth?

[Letender] I'd say it's about...

none of your fucking business.

[Rankin] I mean...

ain't you two just a little worried?

[Letender] About what?

Um, that we get the jump on you and take it? [chuckles]

You spend as much time in the PPB as I did,

you don't worry about little two-bit criminals like you.

[Singh] I reckon it's worth about $100,000.

[Rankin] Wow.

[Singh] Of course, once Roosevelt collects all that gold

in America over the next couple of weeks,

well, then, it's gonna be worth whatever he says it's worth.

Franklin fucking Roosevelt and his Jew bankers.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, and whoever has that gold, folk'll speculate on it.

Well, he stands to make a whole lot of bread,

all for doing nothing, 'cause, well, that's the American way.

Shut up. - Yeah, shut up, Singh.

What do you know about it?

[Singh] It's in the newspaper, Rankin.

All right? I read.

Debts. Terror. Pain.

[Amis] Bunch of bullshit.

[birds singing]

[Singh sighs.]

[He sings in own language.]

[He stops singing abruptly.]

[He breathes anxiously.]

[Water splashes.]

[footsteps approaching]

[Singh] Hey, hey, wake up. Wake up.

I think we've got a problem.

There's boats down there tied up on the bank. They're empty.

How many? - Two.

Let's go.

Everybody up. Packs on.

Them boats could have just been there.

No. It's him.

Good. If it is him, then him and his buddy's about to be dead.

No, we are about to be dead.

If there are two boats, that means more than two men.

We're in a shooting gallery.

Singh, right back from where you came. Letender, go with him.

No. Why are we going to the river?

'Cause we're taking their boats.

[gunshots] - [Anna screams.]

[Gunshots continue.] - [shouting]

I got you.

[Gunfire continues.]

[Olson screams, groans.]

[She groans.]

[Gunfire continues.] - [Olson groans.]

Oh, help me. - [Anna groans.]

[Gunfire continues.]

Oh!

[tense music playing]

[Murphy] Alright, pal, I've got to move you over.

I've got to see the back. I've got to see if it came out.

Gotta see the other side. - [Olson groans.]

All right, good, it came out. All right.

OK, well, all right, it came out the other side.

Yeah. - That's good, all right?

I've got to make a tourniquet.

Just lift up for a second. Here we go.

[groans softly] Is it all right? - Yeah.

Count to three. - One...

[He groans loudly.]

We're gonna have to take a look at your back too.

When we stop.

How are you doing, big boy? You gonna be able to walk?

[Olson] Yeah. - Yeah, he's fine.

[Olson groans softly.]

Hey, hey, listen to me.

What are you gonna do when you get out?

[Olson] I'm, uh...

I'm, uh...

I'll kiss my wife and my boys. - [Murphy] Yeah.

How many boys do you have? - Two, sir.

[Murphy] You miss them? - Hmm...

Mm-hm. - [Murphy] I miss my daughter.

You got a daughter? - Mm-hm.

[Olson] She'll be glad to see you, Murphy.

Is she with her mama?

She's at a...

She's at a home, you know, a school.

That's why I...

I write to her every day, just to...

let her know I'm thinking about her.

Look at me, look at me.

You're gonna be fine. OK? - OK.

I might get you a cane for Christmas,

but you're gonna be fine.

[He chuckles.]

Get them packs up here. - All right.

Now you stay down here. I'll be right back.

[groans] OK, yeah.

Goddamn it!

[Olson groans.]

[Olson groans.]

[He groans, breathes heavily.]

[He groans.]

Hey, hey.

Hey, I got you some water, all right?

OK, OK.

It's all right.

I'll sit with you, OK?

[Distant owl hoots.]

[Anna] Give me a hand.

Yeah, the shotgun pellets found you.

But he was pretty far away, so...

it's not too bad.

Yeah.

Broke the skin in a few places.

Um...

Take this.

Just rub it on good and let it sit.

What's it do?

It's for infection.

[Murphy] Like this?

[Anna] Yes.

What you said about your daughter today...

I was all alone in a school growing up too.

It was like a military school.

They were teaching me how to be a servant in Anglo homes.

Their motto was...

"Kill the Indian. Save the man."

Didn't interest me much, so...

I ran away.

[Murphy] Did they?

What?

[Murphy] Kill the Indian, I mean?

They didn't kill anything in me.

They didn't save anything either.

[distant thunder rumbling]

[sound of pouring rain] - [thunder rumbling]

[crack of thunder]

[crack of thunder]

[crack of thunder]

[crack of thunder]

[thunder cracking and rumbling]

[Olson groans.] - [Thunder cracks.]

[Olson groans.]

[thunder rumbling]

[Thunder cracks.]

[tense music]

[Rankin] I think I saw something last night.

I couldn't sleep, I just looked up

and they was right next to him.

I think they were...

They were choking him, smothering him, something.

[Singh] Could you tell for sure?

I couldn't see for sure, but it... it didn't look right.

All I know...

is that we need to kill 'em today.

Before we end up like him.

[Singh] O... OK.

[Murphy] We're not doing that.

If anybody tries,

you won't have to worry about Amis or Letender,

'cause I'll kill you.

[ominous music]

Amis...

Yeah?

Did you see anything...

notice anything last night before Olson died?

Well, yeah.

I heard him call out.

I went over to check up on him.

He was in rough shape.

Looked like he couldn't breathe.

He was trying to say something.

I leaned down and got close to him...

then he got still again and...

I just let him be and prayed he was gonna be all right.

[Ominous music continues.]

All right.

Drop 'em here.

[Amis] Taggert should be here by dawn.

[He breathes heavily.]

[groans] Fuck.

[Rankin groans, pants.]

Well, we made it, huh?

We'll see.

[He breathes heavily.]

[haunting music playing]

[Amis] Whoo!

Damn, it's good!

Whoo, whoo!

That whiskey's fine.

Whoo!

Well, it should be. It was Taggert's.

[Amis] Is that right?

Here's to George Taggert. [chuckles]

A more equitable distribution of goods.

Hmm.

[He sighs deeply.]

Ooh!

Why don't you come home with me tomorrow?

You can cook.

I'll provide for you.

You'd like that, huh?

What do you think, girl?

[She chuckles softly.] - Yeah?

I think men who talk big usually ain't big.

[laughter]

You sleep tight, boys.

[ominous music]

[Music intensifies.]

[Penny whispering] Daddy.

[echoing] Daddy, Daddy...

Daddy, Daddy...

Daddy? Daddy!

Da-a-a-ad!

[He gasps.]

[distant cries]

[tense music]

[distant groan]

[Letender pants, grunts.]

You're fucked now.

[She breathes anxiously.]

[grunting]

[Letender yells.]

[grunting]

[She yells.] - [Letender groans.]

[Letender pants heavily.]

Look at you.

You ain't worth shit.

[Letender grunts.] - [Murphy groans.]

[She yells.]

[She grunts.] - [Letender] OK. OK.

[grunting and groaning]

[She yells.] - [Letender grunts.]

[Anna] Motherfucker!

You come down here to save your girlfriend.

All you're doing is saving me the trouble of killing you later with the rest of them.

[grunting and groaning]

[Murphy grunts loudly.]

[She groans softly.]

[Gun clicks.] - [Letender] Now...

you're a dead man.

[Letender groans loudly.]

[She yells.]

[Rankin grunts loudly.] - [She yells.]

[He grunts loudly.]

[She yells.] - [He pants.]

[He groans loudly.]

[She pants heavily.]

[Rankin groans.]

[Letender splutters.]

[Anna and Rankin panting]

[He breathes heavily.]

[car approaching]

[tense music]

[Rankin] Huh? Hey, hey, what's the plan?

Huh? You ain't getting your kid back if you're fucking dead.

I told you it was a dirty deal.

Hey, we need to get the gold and we need to move, yeah?

He said they were gonna kill us

and I ain't dying in these woods.

Come on, baby. Come on, what's the plan? Please?

Come on. - [Horn toots.]

Here we go. Here we go.

Hey! Wake up!

[distant dog barking]

Amis! Get up!

Goddamn... - Where is everybody, huh?

[Murphy pants.] - [Taggert] Hey!

Come on, wake up, get up!

Get up and move them packs on the truck now. Move it.

Move! - Sir, sir, sir.

[Taggert] Get moving! Come on! Amis, where is everybody?

Oh, shit.

- [Amis] Where's Letender? - [Taggert] What?

What the fuck, Amis? You're asking me?

Huh? Get the packs on the goddamn truck!

If this doesn't go right,

you get back down in that coach and you follow it up river.

I'm pretty sure it crosses that same access road

that he just drove up, but don't leave too early.

You got that? Do not leave too early.

They won't hang around long with all that gold, but they'll be looking for you.

Right.

Just stay in the woods till after dark.

[Taggert] You shut your mouth. You hear me?

Come on, pick it up!

[Singh] I'm going.

[Murphy breathes heavily.]

[Taggert] You wanna get smart with me, huh?

[Singh] That's all the bags. - [Murphy] Hey, Taggert!

Yeah!

You said that walk was gonna be hard.

Well, we got here early.

[Taggert] Yeah.

Like I said, Murphy, you're the man for the job.

Oh, thanks. I appreciate that. I really do.

[Taggert] Where is everybody?

I don't know.

Letender, he... he's taking a shit.

You know him. He's gonna be a while.

But he was saying... I don't know what you think.

But he was saying...

that maybe we deserve a bonus?

I don't know how you feel about that.

Sure. Let's talk about that.

Murphy, you hold it right there!

[gunshot] - Get down!

All right, when I move, you go.

Go, go, go!

[gunshots]

[Car door slams.]

[Engine starts.]

[Amis] Taggert, what the hell?

Taggert!

Taggert!

[Murphy] Fuck.

Shit.

[suspenseful music]

Fu-u-uck!

[He pants heavily.]

[car approaching]

[tense music]

[loud bang]

[tense music continues]

Come on, come on.

Come on! Come on, come on.

[engine revving]

Come on.

Oh, shit!

[Engine stops.]

Shit. Come on.

[He grunts.]

All right, beautiful.

Come on, come on, come on, come on. Yeah.

Come on! - [Engine revs loudly.]

I got you now. I got you now.

I got you. Really.

[Engine revs increase.]

Come on.

Come on, I got you.

Come on.

[engine revving loudly]

[Engine splutters.]

[Murphy] Come on. Come on.

[He groans loudly.]

[tense music]

[bird of prey calling]

[tense music continues]

[birds singing]

Murphy.

Clancy.

Helped myself.

Looks like you deserve it.

I thought things were gonna get rough out there. You OK, son?

I'm great.

[Clancy chuckles softly.]

Well, I told Taggert you'd get the job done. Where is he?

Hmm...

He's not coming.

Well...

Let's go inside.

Talk business.

Get you something stronger to drink.

Y'all want that drink?

We're not here for hospitality.

[Clancy] What about you, Missy? You want a drink?

No.

Whatever y'all need.

What's mine is yours.

After all...

we're all on the same team.

This was Taggert's pistol.

That one there belonged to Amis.

It's the same model you carry.

Now, I don't know what team you all play for,

but it sure as hell ain't mine.

[He chuckles softly.]

I don't know what happened out there.

But if that's what I think it is...

y'all better listen to me.

And listen to me good.

That there is stolen government gold.

You don't want to be tied to it.

You don't want to be tied to no murder neither.

So you leave it here.

We'll lock it in the office overnight.

Tomorrow, I'll get it to where it's going.

Then I will sign your papers,

arrange your transportation out of here,

and you'll all be free men.

That was the deal.

[Rankin chuckles.]

Can't you see?

You've got a bad hand, Clancy.

[Murphy] No, he's right.

He's right. We don't want to be tied to it.

But the only one who can tie us to it is you.

Every other man who saw us come in and out of that mine is dead.

Nobody's gonna find them. We made sure of that.

Of course, they're missing and the gold's missing.

That's suspicious.

Yeah. A good cop...

He would track this gold down until it was safe

in some government vault somewhere.

And he'd bring those thieves to justice.

But, uh...

a bad cop...

He might want that gold to just...

disappear along with the mystery

of what happened to Taggert and the boys.

You know what your friend Taggert said to me

right before he died?

He asked me if I wanted your share of the gold.

He didn't get it.

I don't want your share.

I want my daughter.

So...

here's the procedure.

Rankin, Anna, Singh...

Olson's family, me.

And you.

We're gonna split the gold.

Even.

When I leave here, I don't want to be worried about you.

I know you don't want to be worried about me.

So you sign those papers...

and you'll get your gold.

And then I will go get my daughter.

Oh, yeah, one more thing.

Do you have the registration for that Ford 18?

I like that car.

[heavy guitar and drum music playing]

[Anna] Are you ready?

I've been over these papers 100 times.

Yeah, I'm ready.

[He sighs deeply.]

[Coins clatter on counter.]

[He sighs softly.]

Don't worry.

[Door closes.]

[knock at door] - [Dog barks.]

[Murphy knocks on door] Mrs. Akers?

[Dog barks.] - [footsteps]

[Mrs. Akers] Mr. Murphy?

[Door closes.] - [Murphy sighs.]

I told you.

I ain't never been caught.

And I ain't never gonna be caught.

Oh! Oh!

[music: "Call Me The Breeze" by Lynyrd Skynyrd]

Whoo!

[She giggles.]

Hold on to Mr. Bear. We're going for a ride!

[Penny giggles.]

[Murphy] It's coming up fast. You see him?

All right, let's lose him.

Whoo!

[music: "Call Me The Breeze" by Lynyrd Skynyrd]

[music: "Call Me The Breeze" by Lynyrd Skynyrd]