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[water pouring]

[horse blustering]

[softly] Hey. Oh...

Yeah.

Come on. [clicks tongue]

Yah.

Yah.

[door opens]

[sizzling]

[baby cooing]

Hey. How you doing?

- Hey.
- [woman] How's that new black doing?

- Hey, Jimmy.
- Leg seems better.

- Hmm.
- [older man] Still a little skittish.

- [woman] Well, keep an eye on him.
- [young man] He'll be okay.

Thinking I'd take him out,
check the fence line after breakfast.

- [young woman] It's almost ready.
- Mmm.

[young man] What do we got for music?

- [Jimmy cooing]
- [radio stations changing]

- ["Oh, Boy!" by Buddy Holly playing]
- There it is. Hey?

♪ Oh, boy ♪

♪ Meant for me ♪

Yeah. You want
to come dance with me?

- ♪ Stars appear ♪
- Yeah, yeah.

♪ And a shadow's a-falling
You can hear my heart... ♪

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, you like that so much, don't you?

♪ I'm gonna see my baby tonight ♪

♪ All of my love, all of my kissing... ♪

There's Grandma and Grandpa.

♪ What you been a-missing
Oh, boy ♪

Got your nose.

♪ The world can see that ♪

♪ You were meant for me ♪

- [Jimmy laughing]
- [chuckles]

Oh.

Lorna.

Honey, it's too hot.

- Uh...
- [Jimmy crying]

I know. I hadn't checked it yet.

Here. Let...

Oh, that's all right.

That's all right.

- That's all right.
- [Jimmy settles]

You rest.

Ah.

I see you.

I see you.

I see you.

Hi, handsome.

[sighing]

Oh.

[horse whinnying]

[thunder rumbling]

James.

[woman] George!

[whinnies]

George!

[grunts]

Where's George going?

[Lorna] Where's James?

James!

James!

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

I, Lorna Blackledge...

take you, Donnie...

take you, Donald Weboy,

to be my lawfully wedded husband.

To have and to hold,

from this day forward,
for better, for worse.

To have and to hold,
from this day forward,

for better, for worse.

For richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health.

For richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health.

Until death do us part.

Until death do us part.

By the power vested in me
by the state of Montana,

I now pronounce you man and wife.

You may kiss the bride.

Thank you, sir.

Think I will.

- Congratulations, Donald.
- Thank you, sir.

You want some cake?

Mama B.

- [train whistle blowing]
- [railroad crossing bell clanging, faint]

[gasps]

So, uh, kitchen.

We've, uh... We got more stuff coming.

I put some chairs on layaway.

Here you go.

Do you like it?

- Do you like your bed?
- Yeah.

- Do you like your bed?
- Yeah.

I'll sew you some curtains.

Okay.

[quietly] You'll come visit real soon.

[engine starts]

[sniffs]

He isn't far.

Just in town.

He isn't here.

[engine idling]

[gasps softly]

Oh! [laughing]

You dropped it all, buddy.

Come on, let's go.

Hey. Come on, let's go.

[gasps]

[speaking, faint]

Let's go!

[car horn honks]

It's not for you.

- [knocking]
- [woman] Lorna?

Lorna?

Hello?

[woman] Who you looking for?

You're the girl's mother?

No. I'm...

Lorna was married to my son.

The little boy is my grandson.

Well, you missed 'em.

Gone now.

Gone?

Gone to his family.

Took off last night.

Wait, wait, wait. Wait.

His family? Donnie's?

They mention when they'd be back?

Not no time soon be my guess.

Took all they had.

- [railroad crossing bell clanging]
- [train passing]

[latches click]

[engine stops]

Headed any place in particular?

Sit down, George.

[chuckles] That my last meal?

I'm going to get Jimmy.

Bring him home to live with us.

Well, you sure packed
for a trip into town.

Sit down, George.

[sniffs, sighs]

You didn't see fit to share this with me?

Sharing it now.

[water running]

Anyone else see it happen?

- [water stops]
- You mean other than me?

I'm asking if you're sure what you saw.

I saw exactly what I've always felt
about Donnie Weboy.

[sighs] What you felt too,

whether anyone'll ever
get you to admit it or not.

And I saw that girl
can't protect her child.

And on that account,
you expect she's, what,

just gonna hand him over to you?

That what you see happening?

[scoffs]

And when Lorna says no?

Margaret, Jimmy's her boy.

He's your grandson, George Blackledge.

And your plan for finding 'em?

Donnie's from somewhere
in North Dakota. I'll find 'em.

You ought to know me
well enough by now.

[chuckles] Oh, yeah.

I do.

I won't be coming back here
without him.

Nope.

And you're going with me or without me?

That's your choice.

You're not coming?

I'm turning off the water.
Don't want to come home to busted pipes.

[engine off]

[sniffs]

- You don't know when you'll be back.
- I don't need reminding.

I know what I've lost.

Sometimes that's all life is, Margaret.

The list of what we've lost.

[gate creaks]

Oh, so I do get a piece.

[turn signal ticking]

Sheriff Hayden's been out of office, oh...

seven years now.

Good man. Beat me to it.

He helped me track down a couple of men
I was looking for back in...

[chuckles] '52.

Pettus brothers.

I remember that. That was you?

Well, you sure got 'em.

Yeah, I had some help.

Well, how can I help?

We're trying to locate a Donnie Weboy.

- He's got family over in North Dakota.
- I know the name.

Not Donnie, but Weboy, sure.

Well, he married our son's widow.

Got our grandson with them.

Boy's only three.

We just want to know
where they are, make sure...

make sure they're safe.

Let me call around some.

["Stop the World and Let Me Off"
by Patsy Cline playing on jukebox]

[quiet chattering]

How's that pot roast?

Yours is better.

Hmm.

You're just used to mine.

♪ So stop the world and let me off... ♪

[bell jingles]

[George] You got a half pint behind there?
Whiskey.

[bell jingles]

Happy?

Happy not to hear a lecture.

Gonna hide the evidence.

[clinking]

Margaret!

What the hell, Margaret?

- That was before...
- What the hell?

That was before I knew you were coming.

You thought you'd need it?

I didn't want to find out I did
and not have it.

Christ, Margaret. Was this
gonna be part of your argument?

- George, I would never...
- It's got bullets in it.

There's a branch of the Weboy clan
over in Forsyth. Townsfolk.

Trailhead Saddlery there
is a Weboy operation.

Or it was started by the family.

Ain't North Dakota, but I'd start there.

That's what we'll do then.
Appreciate your help.

We're also hoping you might recommend
a hotel in town for the night.

Anyplace clean.

Well, if clean's the priority,
my Sally keeps the jail here.

Cells are empty.

And we got fresh sheets.

Not sure what feelings
you got on it.

We'd be right at home.

- Thank you, Sheriff Nevelson.
- My pleasure.

You think they're trying to run?

No, not that I know.

But they did take off in a hurry.

Forgot to say goodbye.

I'm just looking to give her that.

Let her say goodbye.

[gasps]

[grunts]

[baseball game
playing quietly over radio]

[paper cup crumples]

[whispering] Go home.

Go home.

Go home.

["Crazy Dreams" by Patsy Cline
playing over radio]

♪ As I face an empty dawn ♪

♪ With no end to it all can I see ♪

♪ For I've surely reached the end ♪

♪ Lost your love to a friend ♪

[radio static crackles]

[man] ...when that judgment comes down,
you'll cry,

"I was saved."

But you'll be drowning in a lake of fire,

because that's the decision you made...

[radio shuts off]

- Turn it back on if you want.
- Sounds like your daddy.

Thumping his Bible.

Wasn't just Bibles he thumped.

[bell jingles]

Good morning.

Beautiful saddles.

Wouldn't you say, George?

Fella in Miles City makes 'em,
the fancy ones.

Oh.

Well, very impressive.

[chuckles]
But we're not shopping for saddles today.

Or bridles and bits.

Now, uh... would you be a Weboy?

No, ma'am.
I'm a cousin to. I'm a Tucker.

Oh. Well, then we're related too.

Donnie Weboy's married
to our daughter-in-law.

Former daughter-in-law.
Which makes him stepdaddy to our grandson.

[clears throat]

My husband and I found ourselves
in this part of the state, so I said,

"Let's look in on Lorna and Donnie
while we're here."

So here we are.

I don't know no Donnie or a Laura.

Hmm. Well, I understood
it was why they relocated here.

Donnie was going to hire on
at his uncle's saddlery.

- Who?
- George, didn't Lorna say?

You sure you don't want Gladstone?

Gladstone?

North Dakota.

Just the other side of the line.

It's not like they got work there either,
no good work anyway,

but they got a Weboy or two.

[Margaret]
Well, maybe we should give there a try.

Though I don't know why
Lorna and Donnie were

talking up Forsyth like they did.

What was your names again?

Any idea who we might ask to find Donnie,
if we went to Gladstone?

You let it be known
you're looking for a Weboy,

they'll find you.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

You're with me on this, right?

Who's been doing the driving?

You could say you want him back.

I haven't heard that yet.

We're not young, Margaret.

[scoffs]

Well, we're not old.

We're not young.

You saying you don't miss him?

I'm saying that
he's not even in school yet.

Hasn't had measles or rode a bike.

He's young.

And we're not.

Well...

you can drive me into town
then drop me off,

turn around and take yourself back home.

I'll do what I need to do.

I'll take a bus back to Dalton with Jimmy.

Yeah. Once Lorna's handed him to you?

A smile on her face, happy as a clam?

And if they're not down there, what?

You just gonna chase them
around the country on a bus? Hmm?

- What if they go where Greyhound doesn't?
- Then I'll walk.

You would, too, wouldn't you?

And when you finally learn

that what you want to make happen
isn't gonna happen,

what then, Margaret Meloy?

Well, then I suppose I'll learn
what I've never been able to.

Isn't that what you've always told me?

Over and over.

That I don't know
when it's time to call it quits.

[exhales sharply]

And I'll be the one gets the job of
picking up those pieces, huh?

Hey.

- [horse whinnies]
- [man shushing]

No, no, no. You just hold it.

Hold it right there.

I didn't take nothing, all right?
I just...

You were just what?

Well, I was fishing.

[George] Fishing?

Fishing around this car?

Well, no. No, sir.

No, I'm just coming from fishing.

I just seen your car,
and I was just wondering

who's setting up camp out here,
that's all.

- Who are you?
- Peter Dragswolf, sir.

I live over there.

Have my own place.

I've got my own money too.
I don't need none of your goods.

I'm Margaret Blackledge, Mr. Dragswolf.

That's my husband George.

I apologize if we're trespassing.

And what's this fella's name?

I can't say.
He don't belong to me.

Just showed up
outside my shack one morning.

I thought he was wild at first,
but he come from somewhere.

I don't know.

But he found me.

[chuckles]

Same as us.

[Margaret laughing]

Maybe the horse belongs to her.

Near about every horse does.

- [Margaret chuckles]
- [horse nickers]

I used to ride.

[George] She's being modest with you.

I used to break horses.

[chuckles]

With our son. James.

Then he died.

And I guess I lost my appetite for it.

Haven't kept animals in quite a while.

It's nice to spend some time
with a sweet one like yours.

What about you?
How long you been out here?

Three years.

All on your own? No family?

[George] Where were you before?

Indian school, sir.

You don't have to call me "sir."

"George" will do the job.

You finished that school?
How old are you?

I don't bother anybody.

You know, if somebody comes for the horse,
they can have him back.

The skins I sell, those animals I catch.

The fish are free, and I don't steal.

- I mind my own business.
- Peter, come. Have some cake.

Why don't you sit back
at the fire with us?

[sighs]

You're familiar with the area, though?
Gladstone?

I can tell you where the folks are buried
that ain't buried in the cemeteries.

Weboys?

You had any dealings with them?

We're looking for our grandson.

Our boy's boy.

He's with a man named Donnie Weboy.

- You ever heard of him?
- No.

No, but if you're looking in Gladstone,

look for Bill Weboy.

You think he'd help us?

Help, maybe.

But go careful.

There it is. Yellow house.

[brakes squeak]

[engine off]

- Mr. Weboy?
- Who's asking?

Margaret Blackledge.

And my husband George.

[chuckles] If you're a Weboy,
we're family, after a fashion.

[chuckling] How you figure that?

Bill Weboy. A cousin, are you?

[Margaret] Oh.
Could be, but probably not exactly.

Our former daughter-in-law
married a Donnie Weboy.

He's stepdad to our grandson now.

That's pretty tangled up, isn't it?

- Family usually is.
- [chuckles]

We heard they might have come
to settle here in Gladstone.

We thought we'd pay a visit,
see our grandson Jimmy,

since we're in the neighborhood.

Since you're in the neighborhood.

And since you didn't find them
up in Forsyth.

[gasps, laughs]

- You heard we were coming, did you?
- I did. I did.

A little birdie flew over here
ahead of you.

- Cheep, ch-cheep, cheep...
- Are they here or not?

Is he always like that,
in a big old hurry?

My husband likes to get down to business.

Hell of a lot of men are like that.
Can't wait to get where they're going.

Women, in my experience,
would as soon take their time.

Enjoy the ride, so to speak.

- Mr. Weboy, I'm gonna tell you one time...
- I'm just funnin' you, George.

They're here. Donnie's my nephew.

They're safe and sound
over at his mom's place.

[snickers]

Why don't we head on inside
and give the old homestead a call.

Hell, you might be able
to drive over this morning,

see that little precious
grandson of yours.

[rotary phone dialing]

Hey, Mabel.

Can you put me through to the ranch?

Blanche, it's Bill.

What? What is it?

[Bill] Uh-huh. Got 'em right here.

- [whispering] What?
- You don't want this man's help.

- [Bill] See you soon.
- We can't do this on our own.

[phone hangs up]

You two have plans for supper?

We surely don't.

How'd you like to be guests
of the Weboy clan out at the ranch?

- We don't want to be any trouble.
- No trouble at all.

My sister-in-law wants to meet you.

She wants to swap some old
grandpa and grandma stories.

And between you and me,
she's a hell of a cook.

Well, you'd have to give us directions.

Nope. Not a chance.

I could be the best damn direction giver
in the world, and you'd never find her.

You'd be out there wandering
around Four Bridges Road

and never see a one. No.

You make your way back here at 4:00,
and you can follow me.

Thank you. We'll come back then.

[door opens]

[engine off]

[George sniffs]

[sighs]

About time.

One of you should ride with me
and the other follow.

I could tell you
where we're going and why,

and that way, maybe you can
find your way back on your own.

Well...

Where do you think you're going?

You think he wants you
in the passenger seat?

No.

I know he doesn't.

I don't care what he wants.
I'm going. You drive.

- It's fine, George.
- Margaret.

Margaret. Margaret, get back in...

Follow close.

Pretty bird, that old jalopy
won't have trouble keeping up, will it?

You're looking in the mirror often enough.
You can see where he is.

I guess he just don't want you
to get too far out of his sight.

- Which I understand.
- [glove compartment opens]

You mind?

It's your car.
You don't need my permission.

You strike me as the kind of woman
men are always asking permission of.

An expert, are you?

[lighter clicks]

I've been around more than a few women

who want men to ask
before drawing a breath.

[laughing]

We turn here.

Why don't you signal
so George knows what's coming?

- [turn signal ticking]
- Aye, aye, captain.

How much further is it?

Uh, "farther." "How much farther is it?"

Or do you mean how much more of me
do you have to put up with?

We just want to see Jimmy.

Yeah.

He's a good-looking boy there.

And his mother's a fine-looking woman.

You know, Donnie never asked me
for a word of advice in his life.

[laughs] You don't say.

And if he had,

I would've told him to do
exactly what he's done.

"Marry yourself a widow, Donnie.

You'll be getting a grateful woman."

[engines stop]

[thunder rumbling]

Never would've found this place
on your own, am I right?

Was I right?

Through here.

Blanche!

We're here.

Blanche?

I hope you like pork chops.

- You're the grandma.
- I am.

Margaret Blackledge.

Blanche Weboy.

Thanks for having us.

And you're the lawman.

Retired, ma'am. George Blackledge.

Well, why don't we all retire
to a seat at the table, huh?

Shall we?

Now, who can I interest in a glass? Hmm?

Oh, no, thank you.

- [Blanche] Hmm?
- [quietly] No.

Ah. Well...

I don't mind drinking alone.

[Blanche laughs]

My people originally came from Illinois.

Filed a homestead claim north of Gladstone
before there was a Gladstone.

I'm one of eight.

Lost an older sister to pneumonia.

My brother Carl drowned
in a neighbor's cistern.

Another fell off a truck, lived in
a wheelchair for the rest of his days.

My aunt Ruth got caught in a whiteout,

froze and died right where she stood,

not 30 feet from that back door.

Hard life.

Not for everyone.

[laughs] My other brothers and sister
lit out, soon as they could.

Never looked back.

I stayed.

When I first met Henry Weboy,

he couldn't stop talking about
heading for Florida.

[chuckles]

I figure I had more than a little to do
with his decision to stay.

[laughs]

Now he's buried in the same cemetery
as my folks and his.

Yeah.

And my boys are fourth-generation Weboys,

born and living on North Dakota soil.

But you didn't come here to hear me yak.
[laughs]

You came to eat! Ha!

Why don't you call the boys in
for supper, huh?

I'll be back in a jiffy.

[oven door opens]

[Blanche] I suppose you could tell a story

not a hell of a lot different, am I right?

About family,

hardships, sacrifice, blood.

[door opens]

Ah, meet the boys.

Tall one's Elton.

The other's Marvin.

Say hello to our guests.

That your wagon out there?

We tried to get inside, take a look.

Tighten a couple bolts, we could probably
get you a few more horses.

Where's Jimmy? Where's the boy?

Why, he's not here.

- He's with his father.
- His father...

We came to see our grandson.

You mean you didn't come here
to eat my pork chops?

[Weboys laugh]

If you brought us all the way out here
for the sake of a joke...

Lorna said you were rough bark.

And I can see already
you're no day at the races.

No, ma'am. [laughs]

Come on, everybody. Sit down.

It's not gonna get any better cold.

[Bill groans]

Your grandson's with my Donnie.

He took Jimmy along to pick up
the boy's mother from work.

Lorna?

She's working at Monkey Ward.

We could've seen Jimmy and Lorna
in Gladstone?

Oh, now I am feeling insulted by you.

You really don't give a damn
about sharing a meal.

- I just meant...
- Or maybe you're a Jew.

Maybe you can't eat pork chops.

[laughs]

Breathe easy.

Anyone who knows me
knows I can't be insulted.

Eat my chops or don't.

Well, we'd certainly hoped to
meet Donnie's family someday.

Oh, had you?

Well, I'm glad to learn that.

Yeah, I thought we should meet too.

Have ourselves a chat.

Would've been nice if it had
been at the wedding, but...

maybe it was too much to ask
for his mother to be invited

or his brothers.

- Or poor Uncle Bill.
- [Blanche] Yeah.

- You weren't invited?
- You recollect seeing us there?

And that's our fault?

You didn't stop to think to yourselves,
"He must've come from somewhere.

Must have family."

Frankly, we thought only that
Donnie was a grown man.

Your son's dead.

It's understandable you forget.

We're never really done raising them.

Teaching them the right way.

It's why I had to bring my boy home.

To keep an eye on him.

Your boy's perfect now.

It's not really fair
to compare him and Donnie.

I wouldn't ever compare Donnie to our son.

[Blanche] Yeah.

[chuckles]

Yeah, he said that you two don't approve.

I'm surprised to hear
he gives a damn what we think.

He couldn't be bothered
to tell us they were leaving.

My boy doesn't have to answer to you.

[chuckles] No, he...

he does not.

And we don't have to answer to you.

- Whoa.
- [Weboys laugh]

Whew! [laughs]

We better get some food in our bellies

before this get-together
turns into a real blood feud.

- And we got numbers on you.
- [Blanche] Yeah.

- [laughter continues]
- [vehicle approaches]

Oh, why, here come the newlyweds now.

- [vehicle doors closing]
- [thunder rumbling]

Lorna.

H-Hi, George.

Hi, Jimmy.

- May I?
- [Lorna] Oh.

[Margaret whispers] Oh...

He's turning into quite a load.

I told you, you carry him too much.

How's he supposed to learn?

Learn what? How to walk?
He knows how to walk.

[Donnie] Well, hell, I'd probably
unlearn how to myself

if someone carried me
everywhere I wanted to go.

It's flat-out spoiling him.

- He weighs nothing.
- Has he eaten?

Got him a burger at Ressler's
while we were waiting.

[Blanche] Did he eat it?

[Donnie] Half.

[Blanche] Do you want a pork chop, huh?

- Some potatoes?
- [Jimmy] No.

Huh?

- Should I cut up a little meat for you?
- No.

What was that?
What are you supposed to say?

No, thank you.

Take him up to bed then.

What? He just got here.

We believe in early to bed in this house.

And we believe in walking
upstairs on our own two feet.

[Bill] Easy now, Grandma.

You know who makes the rules around here.

[chairs scraping]

[thunder rumbling]

There was mustard.

There was mustard?

On your hamburger?

You don't like mustard, do you?

[Blanche clapping] Off you go!

Up the stairs!

[grunts]

[whispers] Come on, Jimmy.

[Margaret] Jimmy.

That's enough.

Well, now you know where to find us,
you'll have to visit more often.

We thank you, but we'll...

be on our way.

[Bill] Hey, Blackledges!

Hold up there!

[grunts]
You need me to show you the way?

You know, if you left
a trail of bread crumbs,

the coyotes would've got 'em by now,
or they're washed away. [chuckles]

You know, she won't say so,

but I can tell, you running off like this,
you hurt Blanche's feelings.

Her feelings?

We've come all this way to see Jimmy,

and she gives us two minutes'
time to visit with him...

Go back inside, Mr. Weboy.

Why was your car locked?

What are you doing out here?

Damned if I know.

[rain pattering]

Today's Friday, right?

It is.

Do you think Lorna will be
working tomorrow?

It's not quite as slimming
as this would be.

You know, beautiful white shirt like this.

- I'll take it.
- Oh.

So just these two things for you then?

Yes, thank you.

[cash register opens,
bell dings]

- Sorry.
- [woman] That's all right.

7.50, ma'am.

I didn't think you'd just go home.

I'm like a bad penny.

Who watches Jimmy while you're here?

Who do you think?

Donnie. His mom.

Or maybe you think I just tie him
to a tree until I get home.

- You're a good mother, Lorna. I know that.
- Right.

I was merely wondering how things
are going for you with this new job.

Well, I just started, so...

We don't want to get you
in trouble, sweetheart.

Can we buy you lunch?

- My break isn't until noon.
- [Margaret] Noon?

- Straight up?
- We'll meet you outside.

No, I'll meet you at Ressler's.

It's across the street.

[chattering]

[Lorna] I was going to write.
Once we got settled.

It was kind of a last-minute decision,
coming here.

- That Donnie's decision?
- You met Blanche.

Well, we found you.
That's what's important.

Jimmy looks bigger.

- He's growing so fast.
- [waitress] There you are.

He's counting to ten now.

He used to just say the words, you know,
but now he understands they go in order.

And I'm working with him on his alphabet.

He can spell his name.

[Margaret] Smart right from the start.

He misses you, both of you.

[sighs]

We miss him too.

Both of you.

That's what we wanted
to talk to you about, Lorna.

And I won't... beat around the bush.

I remember when James first introduced us.

This wonderful girl
he told us so much about,

so beautiful and funny and...

No family of her own, but...

Thought you weren't gonna
beat around the bush.

I have to be back at the store by 1:00.
Just get to it.

All right. Well, here it is.

Let Jimmy come back with us.

Not just to visit. I mean for good.

You...

You want me to give Jimmy to you?

- Want me to give up my son?
- [Margaret] You know he'd have

a good home, one he knows,
one he remembers...

Stop.

You know the schools he'd go to,
the teachers he'd have...

No, God, stop! I can't hear this!

I saw Donnie hit Jimmy.

On the street.

I saw him hit you.

And it didn't look like a first time.

A little or a lot, no amount's good.

- That's why we're here...
- You came to take him.

[George] Lorna.

We came to help.

Whatever the situation is.

Jimmy can't stay there.

Can't stay here.

- He needs his mother.
- Then come with us.

You and Jimmy.
We'll take care of you.

Live with us, like before.

Tuna.

- [George] You come and stay with us.
- [waitress] Pardon me.

There you go.

He'd kill me.

Him and his mother.

She couldn't care less if I fell off
the face of the earth, really,

but she'd never let me go.

Or Jimmy.

Donnie got away from her once.

She's never going to
let that happen again.

I don't want Jimmy to grow up like them.

[voice breaking]
Don't want him to be like them.

[Margaret] Then you know what's right.

Honey.

You want us to drive you out there?

We can do that.

Right now.

Right, George?

The three of us, we can get Jimmy,

- pack you up, take you back...
- No. No.

I'll meet you.

Everybody's usually asleep by midnight.

I'll have to wait to be sure.

We should come get you, sweetheart.

No. This is the way.

The safest way, trust me.

That's... That's what everyone
wants most, isn't it?

For you and Jimmy to be safe. Hmm?

And happy.

We're out at the Moon Wink.

- 'Kay.
- Cabin seven at the Moon Wink Motor...

I heard you. I know where it is.

I should be there by 2:00.

But we have to leave
right when I get there.

No waiting.

Okay.

Lorna, wait.

Wait. Lorna.

I...

I know we haven't always
seen eye to eye, but...

I don't think we've ever seen eye to eye.

Well... we will.

You're just saying that
to make sure that I go with you.

Jimmy needs his mother.

You could've used one too.

I could've been that to you.

I should've been.

But I wasn't.

It's okay.

I'm sorry, Lorna.

I should've been... much more to you.

Don't start what you can't finish.

Can you...
answer something for me?

Okay.

That horse of yours, Strawberry.

Strawberry?

[laughs] I loved that horse.

What brought that up?

Seeing you ride again.

Hmm.

Something I always wondered about,
when we had to put her down.

You whispered to her. Do you remember?

Yeah.

Like you were telling secrets.

[chuckles softly]

What was it you told her?

I reminded her of things.

How she liked to gallop through
the first snow every year.

About the time we raced Ernie Dahlberg

and his big chocolate mare
and left them choking in our dust.

[chuckling]

I reminded her of this one time.

I was in high school...
it was some October,

and we were heading home.

And the full moon was just
coming up over Dollar Butte.

And she stopped.

Stopped and stared.

Like she cared about
the moonrise as much as me.

And when we put James on her back
for the very first time...

she stood so still.

Like she knew she had to take care of him.

I wanted to send her on her way
with happy memories.

I'm sorry.

Sorry? Why?

I made you sad. That's...

That's not what I wanted.

You didn't make me sad, George.

[sniffs]

What I wanted is to tell you...

tell you what sticks with me.

Strawberry and you.

This woman I married but can't figure.

Who doesn't believe
there's any world but this one,

but still believes
a horse has got a soul somehow.

That's the gal for me.

She did seem quick to come around.

Please.

Don't say anything.

[no audible dialogue]

[gunshot echoes]

[knocking]

[knocking]

Get out.

No, you get the hell out now.

[Margaret] George!

He let us in.

See, you think you can gang up on Lorna.

But when it's done to you,
it's a different story.

What are you talking about?

[Blanche]
Oh, is that what you're gonna do?

Pretend like you two
didn't jump Lorna at work?

Shame on you.

Shame on both of you,

badgering and bullying her
to give up her boy.

You're lucky Lorna doesn't have
a little mama grizzly in her.

Come between that kind of mama
and her baby,

you're fixin' to get your hand bit,
or worse than.

Somebody tried to come between
me and one of my boys...

- tried to talk me out of my child...
- That's not what happened.

It's no wonder Lorna don't
want to go with you.

Big bull-hen.

Thinking you know
what's best for everybody.

Pecking you to death, no doubt.

I never said she shouldn't marry Donnie.

I never said you did.

[clanks]

He hit the boy.

I saw you, across the street
from the grocery.

[Blanche]
Is that what all this fuss is about?

Grandma, are you gonna tell me
you didn't paddle your own, huh?

Not ever?

He hit Lorna too.

Come here.

You hit your wife?

[Margaret] I saw him.

- How'd he do it?
- With his hand.

With... [laughs]

Alberta Einstein.
Yeah, I know with his hand.

I'm asking how.

Like...

Hmm?

Was it like that?

Donnie, how'd you do it? How was it?

It was harder.

Harder?

Like...

[gasps]

Goddamn it.

Like that?

Like that but harder.

Donnie...

think you're gonna have to
show us how you done it.

[Margaret gasps]

[George] Son of... [grunts]

[Margaret] No!

George!

[groans]

Oh, no, he's all right, Margaret.
He's fine.

[Blanche] Yeah?

Maybe you want to try talking
this over again now, huh?

Like reasonable folks.

Or maybe you'd prefer getting some sleep,

so you can get an early start
back home tomorrow.

Or maybe...
maybe you'd like to send him home

while you stay on here for a spell.

I could take you back when you're ready.

Of course, by then,
you might decide you want to stay.

[quietly] It's okay.

It's okay. Easy, girl. Easy, girl.

- [Margaret whimpers, gasps]
- [hammer cocks]

You stop right there.

You...

you stay away from us.

- [Blanche] Get him! Get the gun!
- [Bill] Get him! Get him!

[Blanche] Get him up!

- No.
- [grunting]

[Margaret] Please.

Donnie.

What do you want me to do?

You make sure he can't
pull a gun on us again.

- [Margaret] No!
- [men grunting]

- Right here.
- [Margaret] No!

No.

- No.
- No!

No!

Go on, Donnie.

Come on.

- [sobs] Stop.
- I'm teaching you to teach him, see?

Donnie.

- Donnie, don't! Donnie. Donnie.
- [George] Donnie.

You don't have to do this.

Please, Donnie! Please, Donnie.
Please, Donnie.

- Donnie, don't do it. Don't do it.
- Do it, boy.

- [Bill] Do it, boy.
- [Margaret] Donnie! Don't do it!

- Donnie.
- [Margaret] Don't do it!

Oh, my God!

[sobbing] George. Oh, my God.

George. George.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Well, he won't be shooting for a while.

[Blanche]
Maybe you understand my family now.

Safe driving, you two.

[panting] George.

George, George, George.

Oh, my God.

What have I done to you? Oh, my God.

- [George groans]
- He's gonna need morphine.

[Margaret] It's okay.

- This was an ax, you said?
- [panting] Was a... Was a hatchet.

Police are on their way.

[doctor] Look, I can put you under
or I can numb it up and you stay...

Awake, right.

- Awake.
- I'll stay awake.

Yeah, you're okay.

Awake.

[doctor] Ma'am, you're welcome
to wait outside.

What?

[knocking]

Well...

Now, I already been over to the Weboys',
had a chance to hear their side.

Their side?

Side of what?

Their account is that it's Mr. Blackledge
here who pulled a gun.

In self-defense.

That your service revolver
Blanche showed me?

I'm sure it is.

- You wore the badge once.
- He wore it over 30 years.

Well...

then you know how the law works.

I have... [sniffs]

I have a fair idea
I know how it works here.

Blanche explained
that things got a tad rough

persuading you to set your weapon down.

They chopped his hand off.

Yeah, well, the way they tell it, you two,

you came here looking to take
a child away from his mother.

First with talk... well, threats...

and then a gun.

Lorna, the boy's mother, did you see her?

Oh, sure, she was there.

Did you speak with her?
She's terrified of them.

She was married to your son, right?

Yes.

Hmm.

And he died, right? He's dead.

How exactly did that happen?

Why don't you tell us?

Well, um... an accident, she said.

You know, was thrown from his horse,
broke his neck, snapped in two.

An accident.

And it's an accident.

You know, and Blanche...

she expressed real concern about
how accidents follow your family.

She fears for that little one
she's looking after now.

How the longer you two stick around,
the chances of something happening to him,

well, those chances,
they just keep creeping up.

I don't even want to contemplate
what a tragedy that would be.

There's nothing smaller in this world
than a kid's casket.

Get out.

Well, the consensus over there
is that you two won't be

causing any more trouble around here.

And because you're family, by a way,
the Weboys won't be pressing any charges.

So you're free to go.

But, you know,
if I were giving out advice...

You can save that.

Well, see, I'm thinking of
your grandson here.

He's a Weboy now.

It's best you put Gladstone behind you.

Just as quick as you can.

[objects rattling]

[groans]

Hey, pull over.

- What's wrong?
- Goddamn it.

Pull over.

[coughing]

[sniffs, groans]

George.

Are you all right? Talk to me.

[sighs] I'm fine.

I needed to pull over is all.

[sighs]

[George] Where in the hell are we?

[horn honking]

So what will you do?

I don't know.

Well, I heard what them Weboys
done to you.

Except I didn't know it was you.

What did you hear?

Well, that they chopped
somebody's arm off.

Who told you that?

My uncle. In Gladstone.

So you have family in town then.

An uncle and an aunt.
They sell skins for me.

And other stuff.

Why do you live
all the way out here then?

All alone.

It's not where you're from.

'Cause I ran away from
that school in Bismarck.

The government agents
came into the house when I was eight.

They took me and put me in their truck.

You know, I thought I did something wrong
and that my mother didn't want me anymore.

But then I could see she was crying.

All the mothers were.

You were eight?

They cut my hair off.

And washed me in kerosene.

And beat me.

To kill the Indian inside.

I guess they did.

So when I came home,

I couldn't understand
my grandmother's words anymore.

"I'm Peter now."

Tried to tell her.

She couldn't understand me, either.

If I don't belong anyplace...

here is fine.

You picked a good spot.

But it's not good to be alone.

I'm not alone.

I'm talking to you.

I have an idea.

Yeah.

That's not a first.

Let me finish
before you make fun of me.

And if you don't know what to say,
don't say anything.

[grunts]

- Let's hear it.
- What if we stayed?

Here.

I'm sure Peter would be
glad of the company.

We could build onto this place.

We could put another room on the kitchen.
Or we could build a place of our own.

You hold the boards while
I hammer in the nails. That it?

You said you'd let me finish.

You're finished now.
You just don't know it.

You really want us to live out here
in the middle of nowhere with a...

Indian boy and a lost horse?

Just so you can, what,
drive into town every now and again,

try and catch a peek at Jimmy?

You'll follow him to school
and hope time untwists a sour mind

and Blanche Weboy lets you hold him again
for longer than 30 seconds' time?

When they come again...

hack off another couple pieces...

or they start taking pieces of you,
if there's anything left

once you're done tearing yourself apart?

What then?

And when they hurt Jimmy?
And they will, just for spite.

How you gonna feel then?

First time I held him,

he arranged himself
just right in my arms

and snug to me.

And light as can be, like feathers...

Jesus Christ, Margaret!

When are you gonna stop
torturing yourself?

I tried.

I'm sorry.

I tried, George.

I know.

[sobbing] But I couldn't save him.

God help me.

[sobbing]

Shh.

Hey. Shh.

We lost them both.

[car door closes]

[car engine starts]

- [door opens]
- George! George!

[grunts] Even as fast as you are,
I don't think you're gonna catch him.

If he's going where I think,
he'll have to take the road.

- You're gonna show me a quicker way.
- I'm gonna...

- I'm not going.
- You are.

- [stairs creaking softly]
- [hinge creaking]

[inhales deeply]

- [quietly] Settle.
- [panting]

Be still.

Wake her up. Wake her.

- Lorna.
- What?

[gasps]

You want to go back to Dalton?
You and Jimmy?

You have to decide.
Go or stay.

- Lorna, ple... [grunts]
- Not you.

You don't get to say a goddamn word.

This is up to her.

You know what life will be.

Here or there, you know.

This isn't something you need to think on.

I'll go.

You know the car.
It's at the bottom of the drive.

The keys are in it.

Drive straight to the sheriff's office
in Bentrock. Ask for Nevelson.

- Bentrock.
- Sheriff Nevelson.

- He'll sort this out.
- Jimmy's things.

- I need to get...
- No. Out now.

But what about you?

Just go.

- No...
- Just go.

Quiet as you can. Take the front door.

Then you run like hell.

- [floorboard creaks loudly]
- [Lorna gasps]

Grandpa.

Something's burning.
Hey, something's burning! Come on!

- You leave that stove on?
- Mm-mmm.

What the hell is going on?

Bill, the... the house is on fire.

Uh... w-we smelled smoke.

- Hold on. Hold on.
- No!

Help!

- [Lorna] No. No.
- [Bill] Hold on. Hold on.

- No! Get your hands off of him!
- Don't! Don't!

[shotgun clicks]

Jimmy.

Bill, what's going... [screams]

[Blanche] Bill.

- Bill, out of the way. I got him.
- God's sake, Blanche, don't shoot!

Lorna!

[grunts]

Give the boy to me, old man!

No one gets hurt. [panting]

No.

Boys!

House is on fire!

Get Lorna! She's got the boy!

[screams]

Mama?

[Blanche] Marvin!

- [gunshot in distance]
- [horse whinnies]

Oh, my God.

Lorna!

[panting] Lorna. Jimmy.

Are you all right?

Baby. Where's George?

He told me to run, to take the car.

- Stay with her.
- No.

No, stay, stay.

Stay with them, Peter!

- [fire crackling]
- [wood creaking]

George.

[both grunt]

Jimmy. Where's Jimmy?

He's safe, George. With Lorna.

And Peter. They're waiting for us.

Blanche?

- Where is she?
- I don't know.

I don't know. We have to go.

[gasping, panting]

Just go. Go. Get out.

Not without you.

Come on.

Come on. You can lean on me.

[Peter] Margaret?

George!

Peter.

- Margaret.
- George!

[grunts]

Why?

Why?

You, you go to hell!

Look at me. Look at me.

Please look at me. I'm right here.

- [coughs]
- George.

[gasping softly]

- George. George!
- Margaret. We have to go.

Come on.

- We have to go now!
- No!

[whispering] George, remember...

[inaudible]

[whispering continues]

[sobs softly]

[whispers] I love you.

[sighs]

[quietly] Thank you.

You should go.

Goodbye.

[car door opens]

[door closes]

[engine starts]

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