All language subtitles for Hatfields & McCoys (2012) - S01E01 - Part 1 (1080p BluRay x265 r00t)

Everybody get a move on.
We're loading on the run.

Heading for the tree line.

Fall back.
We'll make our stand on the ridge.

Cover your backs!
Come on, let's go!

Don't stop.

Here they come!

Come on!

Come on, let's go!

Come on.

Look out!

Unh!

Ought to cut them
damn buttons off, Randall.

Makes you a target.
Least I can stay warm at night.

How you still keeping
your breeches up?

Nature provides.

Over here.

Take cover and reload.

Come on.

You gonna lose that arm.

I'll give the arm.

I just wanna live.

- Here they come!
- Move, men!

- Don't shoot!
- It's Randall.

Hold fire. Hold fire.

Yankee cavalry
coming, company strength.

Yankee cavalry coming,
company strength.

This could be it, Anse.

Best make your peace.

Yeah, well, I never courted God
before, Randall.

I doubt he'd hear me now.

On the left! On the left!

We can't hold this.

Get the boys back to the line.
Tell them to leave their pistols with me.

Soldier, on your feet now! Move!

We're moving out!

Hand me that sidearm,
put them in this sack here!

Come on, let's move!

Go on.

I'm a faster runner than you are.

Anse.

I'll pray for you.

We're moving out!

Unh!

Well...

Make it stop, captain.

Make the hurt stop.

Audie.

Make it go away.

Hey!

That's it. Yeah, that's good.

I'll take some of them biscuits
and beans.

We got more for you, captain.

Brought your sidearms back for you.

God almighty, you killed them all?
Well, I'll be.

- How many Yanks you kill, Anse?
- How the hell did you get away?

Anse?

What do you think you're doing?

I ain't staying to watch the boys
we just saved die for a lost cause.

Lost? You don't believe that.

I do.

What do you think would happen
if every soldier decided for himself

when the war was lost?

Be shorter wars for sure.

Don't make a cause no better
when good men die for it in vain.

Here on out, I fight only for my own.
We're your own.

You can't just twist things
to suit yourself.

This is desertion.

I don't look at it that way.

I figure I deserted my family
when I signed up.

You'd be wise to come with me.

We took an oath, Anse.

We swore death before dishonor,
nothing changes that.

What if I'm on that firing squad
that has to put you down?

Well, if it comes to that,
don't flinch.

This is wrong.
I can't let you do this.

You take care of yourself, Randall.

Many thanks for today.

God hates deserters.

You ought to buy your dog
a drink, Uncle Jim. Ha, ha, ha.

And a little of this, and a little that.

Smell good too, don't you?
Damn dog.

You get that coat off a dead Yankee?

No, I did not.

You find it in the
outhouse somewheres?

No, I did not.

Where'd you get it then?

I wore it throughout the rebellion.

My nephew...

Devil Anse Hatfield,

proudly serves these here
Confederate States of America.

As does your brother, Randall.

Yet you dare come in here

and wear that goddamned
blue-bottle jacket.

You son of a bitch.

There isn't any around these parts

who are fighting and dying
for the Union.

As for me?

The war's passed.
But I ain't got another jacket.

Howsomever...

being as how I'm getting
a little hot in here

I will take it off.

Put it on my charge.

You're gonna throw that
damned Yankee jacket on the floor

and you're gonna piss on it.

I'm going on home.

Don't much care
for the perfumed stank in here.

Can't even pay for your drink.
What kind of a damn man are you?

The kind who you wanna come after,
you'll find ready, Jim Vance.

Unlike your kinfolk here,

I'm not afeard of no man on account
of he uses his dog for a whore.

Leave it now, Uncle Jim.

Do you blue bellies
know the penalty for thievery?

Please, sir.
We were just really hunting, that's all.

Please. Please, sir. Can we just...?

You just keep walking.
I got a special plan for you boys.

- We're sorry, sir.
- Quit your lollygagging!

Get!

Oh, my God.

Where you taking them, Uncle Jim?

Anse Hatfield, you're back.
Hold up, you bastards.

Ha, ha, ha.
Guarding the home front, I see.

Yup. You know nothing
gets by old Jim.

I caught these Yankee shitheels
a-pilfering corn.

He meant to take your life, nephew.
We was...

I saw murder in his eyes.
Please, sir, don't let him kill me.

On your way, Yankee Bill.

Go on. Now, hurry it up.

Thank you.

And I thought you was letting him go.

So did he.
Heh.

After you blew out the other one's
brainpan, what choice did I have?

Yup. Don't wanna leave
no witnesses.

Died unafraid.

How a man should die.

That's a damn shame.

That Yankee piss pot
should have suffered.

You hate them so much, how come
you didn't sign up to fight them?

Fighting on others' terms
is how you lose.

And losing is intolerable to me.

Well, I'm back now.
And still head of this family.

I ain't gonna be no problem.

Good. Then you'll understand
when I tell you

to get these bodies off the road
somewhere no one ever finds them.

Damn. It's gonna be
like it was before.

Look at Mr. Howls over there,
all smiling.

He's glad you're back too.

With all your fine plans.

Get the bodies off the road.

What were you doing in there anyhow?

Not even home yet and you get
yourself into a drunken fight.

You shiftless fool.

I'm hiding out at the still till this
ruckus with Jim Vance blows over.

Drink yourself to death up there.

I ain't going up there to die.
I'm going up there to stay alive.

Ain't right.

Come home from the Army.
Jefferson.

Breed me like I was cattle,
then you take off.

Nancy.

You got your duties
as a husband and father!

Kids, mind your mama while I'm gone.

We Will, Daddy.

Levicy.

Anderson?

I'm done with the war.

You ain't going back?
I gave them enough.

I'm back for good, darling.

You lived through it.

How's our little boy?

He's an angel.
Now that he's asleep.

Oh, let me look at you.

You'll wanna know we got at least
60 bushels of corn in last year.

So we ain't starving.

This year promises just as good
so you don't have to worry.

And Johnse, you will not recognize...

Shh.

We'll get to all that come morning.

Aah!

Ain't that Martha McCoy?

Lias.

Timber!

Miss McCoy.

Suppose you heard about my Harmon.

He's up at that still over a month,
drinking.

Says if he stops now,
he'll throw a fit and be helpless

when Jim Vance come to kill him.

Ma'am, your Yankee husband was
a traitor to more than just my Uncle Jim.

There's lots of folks around here
can't forgive Harmon's betrayal.

Might wanna kill him.

Even some of your own kin.

But your Uncle Jim Vance

is the only one my Harmon accused
of fornicating with his hound dog.

Well...

it's a poor choice of words.

I'll admit hiding out was prudent.

I can't survive being a widow.

My uncle tends to go his own way.

But next time I see him,
I'll do what I can.

Nancy, sit down.

I hear you!

You ain't getting me,
you son of a bitch!

Unh!

Pappy?

Pappy?

Pappy?

"Dear Randall.
Our fortunes are bitter.

Your brother, Harmon,
was done murdered.

It is said, by Hatfields.

The rest of us barely scrape by.

If you are still alive, dear husband,

I pray that you come home to us soon.

Your loving wife, Sally."

It's over!

The war is over!

General Lee surrendered!

- Praise the Lord.
- The war is over!

Thank you. Thank you, Jesus.

Well, I'll be damned.

Oh, thank God.

Praise the Lord. Praise the Lord.
Yes, yes.

Won't be over for some.

War was a goddamn waste.

Don't intend to waste the peace.

Get over here!

Keep her coming!

Who's there?

Now turn around.

Randall?

Sally, it's me.

You've aged some.

The Yankees done it.

Treated us worse than animals
in that prison.

I didn't wanna give up on you,
husband, but I think I did.

First we log my 10 acres here.

Runs from the ridge across
and upside that hill.

And then?

We can take the money from
that and buy 20 more acres.

Then what?

Buy 40 more.

It's like wiping your ass
with a wagon wheel.

Ain't never gonna end now,
is it? Ha, ha, ha.

Mr. Hatfield?

I'm a cousin of Randall McCoy.
An Attorney.

My name is Perry Cline.

I studied law
at the offices of Ethan McKibbon.

Mm-hm.
In Louisville.

Passed the bar last October.

I apologize for any unpleasantness
we're about to have.

Best state your business, Mr. Cline.

Now, I know you believe
you own this stand of timber

and have the right to cut.

Whereas, in fact, in the eyes of the law,
you do not.

Where in thunder did you get that?

My daddy bought this parcel
off of Bucky Hand in 1859?

I got the deed in a box at home.

Yeah, I believe you, Mr. Hatfield.

But he sold my cousin Rutherford,
whose estate I administer,

the timber rights beforehand,
on June 22nd, 1858.

Signed and witnessed, see?

Bucky was a friend of my family.

He'd have told us if we had not bought
the timber with the land.

Well, if you force me to sue,
Mr. Hatfield,

you'll be liable for damages.

And the cost of all my timber
you have cut to date,

you will lose.

That a threat?

I reckon it's safer you sue.

Without they hear different
from a judge,

I have relatives who might think
you just tried to bamboozle me.

Well, I have informed you
of my rights.

See what the law has to say about it.

I bid you good day.

I'm prepared to do my duty
as your wife...

but I ask that you spill your seed
outside of me.

I could not bear another birth.

#... did my savior bleed? #

# And did my sovereign die? #

# Would he devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I? #

# At the cross
At the cross where I first saw the light #

# And the burden of my heart
Rolled away #

# It was there by faith
I received my sight #

# And now I am happy all the day #

# Alas, and did my savior bleed? #

# And did my sovereign die? #

# Would he devote...#

Well, thank you.
See you next Sunday.

Good to see you.

Reverend, beautiful service.

Randall.

Randall.

Randall.

Oh, stop fighting.

Sally.

Sally, you come talk with me?

Come on, Johnse.
Come on. Come on now.

Hard to reconcile you
in the Lord's house.

Heh, heh, heh.
Well, Levicy dragged me here.

It's good to see you, Randall.

I fear...

I feared you dead.

Times I feel like I was.

Rest of the company, all lost.

All dead except me.

Our men are home now, Sally.
Yours is.

Mine is only half home.

I mean to enter
the Election Day contest

and I would value your opinion.

Go ahead.

Oh, elderberry.
There's nothing sweeter.

It's terrible bad what happened to you,
prison and all.

If there's anything
I can do to help out...

You propose now to ease
your conscience for deserting?

Or for my brother's murder?

Your Uncle Jim done it.

If he was here, I'd say it to his face.

Jim swears he had nothing to do
with Harmon's death.

And you believe that?

I have no knowledge to the contrary,
Randall, and Uncle Jim, he...

He swore before God.

And what use do Hatfields have of God?

Well, you keep that and you try it,

let me know if...
Thank you.

I don't understand...

Ma'am.

Morning.
Something I'd like to show you.

Court's about to convene.
Yeah, well, I think you'll wait for this.

Ellison, Lias,
show the lawyer Cline our evidence.

You recall that Hamish was witness
on your bill of sale in '59.

But somehow died
and got himself buried in '57.

You recall that?

Somehow, I'm made the victim of a fraud.
How is not clear to me but...

Maybe you ought to
should just fetch the sheriff.

He can help you track down
the scoundrel

what sold you a bill of goods.

Obviously, this changes things,
Mr. Hatfield. I...

Yeah.

I forgo, I abandon and renounce claim
to the timber rights on your land

and I apologize for being hasty
and putting forth an invalid claim.

You deserve to be compensated.
You shall be.

There's $22 here.
Keep your money.

I take that kindly, Mr. Hatfield.

Young lawyer starting his career,
deceived by a forged document.

Don't look well.

Don't look well at all.

People might even start to think
that you had a hand in this forging

and then bungled it.

What do you want, Mr. Hatfield?

Well, you meant to have
all that was mine,

so I must be entitled
to have all what's yours.

At least what you inherited
from your daddy.

That's 5000 acres.

Don't hardly much want the land.

Just the timber rights.

I don't believe
we have to go in court at all, do we?

Can't find her, Pa.

Consarn it.

Keep looking.

It's one little pig.
Mountain lion probably got her.

That pig fattened up
feeds this family for a whole winter.

You understand that, boy?

Misfortune afflicts us both.

Sorry about you losing your land,
cousin.

Still, we cannot let our paths
be diverted by the treachery of others.

Trust in the Lord and do good,

and he shall give thee
the desires of thine heart.

All done, Poppy. You like it?

Fine job, Roseanna.

Here.

I've been meaning to give you this.
A golden button?

It's from the war.
For me?

Because you're my favorite.

Perhaps you're right, Randall.

But I would not drop my guard.

War changes men.

Peacetime can turn them
into scheming snakes.

I predict Hatfield will keep
coming at you,

feigning friendship and generosity.

And when he does...

you'll know I'm right.

I hoped I might
find you here, Randall.

Almost like old times, huh?

What brings you to town?

Business.

I just made a deal
with James Claverract.

Farm out some of his land
with my boys.

We might just grow us
a big cash crop of tobacco.

Good.

Good.

You come to boast about stealing
from my cousin, Perry Cline?

Nobody come here to boast,
Randall. I'm just...

I'm just trying to be friendly.

I don't know what you heard,

but nary a thing was stole
from your kin.

Cline gave me his timber rights

when I uncovered
how he was trying to cheat me.

Should have blown his damn head off
is what I should have done, but...

You think I profited unfairly?

You take this.
You take that in good conscience.

Does it weigh on you at all,
Captain Hatfield,

how you profited while others
stayed the course and suffered for it?

No man questions
what I gave the cause, Randall.

Especially you.

Another one.

Timber!

Talk is they're gonna build a
railroad right through here.

Then we'll send our timber
in all directions.

Round the whole country.

Not up north, I hope.

War's long over, Jim.
There's no North, no South.

Just people who got money
and people who ain't.

I mean to do business
with them that has.

Always knew we was gonna be rich.

Anse!

It's your boy, William!

Tree fell!

Splinter caught his eye!

I can't see!

I can't see.

Daddy, I can't see.

Oh, I can't see.
I know it hurts bad, son.

And I admire how
you are standing up to it.

Get me some water.
I told you, I can't see.

We're gonna get you to a doctor,
straightaway.

You're not gonna die,

but I won't lie to you,
this is a serious wound.

Howdy, neighbors.

Randall. Miss Sally.

Howdy do, Floyd.

Blessed day, ain't it?
Sure is.

How's your harvest this season?

Fair to middling.

Better than the last one,
but not as good as the next.

Your hogs fattened up nice.

Ornery critters.

Had the kids and dogs try to round them
up, but these two kept squealing off.

Tell me, Floyd, how long you had
that spotted shoat there?

He was bred last year.

I know when it was bred.

That's my marking on its ears.

No, Randall, you're mistook.

I notch my swines particular
so I do not get mistook.

Well, you know young pigs
is Wanderers.

I expect you gots one or two of mine
hanging in your smokehouse.

I do not.

How many more of my pigs you took?

How much pork you taking
from my family to stuff your belly?

Hang on, Randall,
that's a serious accusal.

You is being quarrelsome.

I am, am I?
Well, how's this for quarrelsome?

Damn you for a pig thief,
Floyd Hatfield.

Come on.
Come on, get.

I guess all you Hatfields
are the same.

Did you get enough to eat, Perry?

Thank you.

An elegant sufficiency, Aunt Sally.
Elegant sufficiency.

Roseanne, help me clear the table.

Alifair and the little ones.

This matter of Floyd Hatfield
and the theft of your livestock...

He lied and denied it to my face.

We sue.

It's useful to think of the law
as a muscle.

Like a muscle, it can be strengthened
with proper use.

Use too little, it becomes feeble
and too weak to protect you.

Well, that's fine talk, Perry.

You got the gift.

Floyd Hatfield lives on the other side
of the river.

Where a Hatfield sits as judge.

I can arrange a jury trial.

We'll sit six McCoys
and six Hatfields.

Now, it won't get you justice
for your poor murdered brother.

We win this case,
it's a kind of justice nonetheless.

It strikes me as foolish.

How's that, ma'am?

Going to court over a pig.
Makes us look like some village idiot.

Sally.

I suppose in the end...

God punishes all transgression.

But as you well know,

oftentimes the good Lord expects us
to be the instrument of his will.

What say you, Jim?

I say we sue.

How's your eye doing?

It's gone milky.

Capped over.
Uh-huh.

Let me see.
No, Jim...

Come on, let me see it. Let me see it.
Jim.

Turn around!

What am I doing here?
You're supporting your family.

Over a pig?

Anse.

Put it away.

I'm gonna call you Cap.

Cap, Cap.

Like your daddy.

Shows you're an important fellow.

Good name, Cap.

Hm?
Yeah, I like it.

Hi, Uncle Wall.
Shh.

Ha, ha. "Hi, Uncle Wall."

Court is in session.

Thanks to those of you on the jury
for coming today and agreeing to serve.

I know most of you all
got crops and stock needs tending.

So I ain't gonna keep you from
your tasks any longer than necessary.

Judge Hatfield, members of the jury.

It is useful to think of the law
as a muscle.

Like a muscle, it can be strengthened
with proper use.

Mr. Cline, the briefer
you make your remarks,

the better your case
is gonna be received.

Sit down.

Do you mean to call witnesses?

Mr. Randall McCoy
and his wife, Sally

both saw the McCoy marking
on the ear of the hog in question.

I don't think we need to call them
to the stand just to say so.

So to put it plain, the McCoys say
it is their pig and their ear notch

and Floyd says that ain't so,
is that clear?

Sir.

Is the pig in court today?

No, it ain't.

Why not?

Well, um, it's done been et.

WALL;
All right, Floyd.

You got any witness saw it before you
butchered to say it is your notch?

I didn't know I needed one.

You give me a couple hours,
I might could come up with somebody.

I seen it.

The hog in question. I seen Floyd
actually cut that shoat's ear.

Oh, do I need to say I seen it
on the Bible?

I'd advise you not to.

That pig had black spots
on its hams as I recollect.

Floyd's hand slipped when he notched.

He pretty near cut his thumb off.

Why would Floyd show Randall
that swine if he stole it?

It don't make no sense.
That's enough, Bill.

I trust y'all give Bill Staton's testimony
the respect it deserves.

No, no. I ain't quite done,
you see...

You sit down.

Members of the jury, who thinks
the hog belonged to Floyd Hatfield?

All right, who believes the hog
was Randall McCoy's?

Here.
Yes, sir.

Selkirk McCoy?

You didn't vote one way or tother.

Well, he votes Uncle Randall.

He has to be the one to say so,
Parris.

Well, I'm trying to do
the right thing here.

You see, I am of
the McCoy family, but...

Well, the truth is

deep down, I do believe that pig was
one of Floyd Hatfield's razorbacks.

- You lowdown...
- You hear that?

You do not deserve the name McCoy.
Bill swears on oath

he seen Floyd cut that notch.

You are a lying spawn of hell

that voted
his Hatfield wife's apron strings!

Oh, Randall,
just leave her on out of this.

Gonna give yourself apoplexy.
All this to-do over a pig.

This is about honor.

About lying
and stealing and murdering.

That's not pertinent to the case.

It's about sin, Devil Anse.

What's Christian right
and damnation wrong!

McCoy!

This case is dismissed!
Everybody get the hell out of here!

Come on! Come on!

By God, I will gut-shoot
the next agitator

who further disrespects my courtroom.

McCoy or Hatfield.

I reckon this is what I should have
expected from a Hatfield court.

One more word out of you, McCoy,
I'll hold you in contempt.

You best watch your high
and mighty ass, Preacher McCoy.

Here's scripture for you.

Blood toucheth blood.

Oh, no, no.
You don't make that move, Cotton.

See, your daddy won't tell you that
because he's trying beat you.

Thanks, Uncle Wall.
Yeah, thanks, Uncle Wall.

Anyway, what I'm saying is,
you standing up there in the end

didn't help things, Anse.
Yeah, well, I had it under control.

Ha, ha, ha.
The hell, you did.

These picayune squabbles
got a way of turning deadly.

Maybe so, but I cannot have Randall
McCoy continue to embarrass us.

Ugh. A little embarrassment is better
than what grows out of injustice.

See the look on old
Randall McCoy's face

when I swore that pig had black
spots on its hams? Ha, ha, ha.

More you drink, louder you get.

Any McCoys come after me,

I'll cut them down
like Perry Cline's trees.

Hell, I'll even nut them.

Wanna say that again?

I'd just love to take away
that Arkansas toothpick,

shove it straight up
your stinking asshole.

I said any McCoys come after me
for what I said in court,

I'll take them down
and I'll nut them. Hm?

Well, I suspect you
might be stupid enough to try.

You calling me out? Hm?

This ain't the place.

But you got a mighty big mouth,
Bill Staton.

Bill, you listen here...

Hey! Any McCoys come
after me and do me harm,

I'll take you down!

Hey! Argh! Argh!

Come on!
Come and have a drink with me, eh?

- What are you, scared?
- Go home, Bill!

Go on, run away!

That was fun, Skunky, huh?
You have fun with that?

You happy with that?
And now you're brave.

I ain't gonna pray for you.
I ain't gonna pray for you.

Eh!

Howdy, Anse.

I guess I told them, huh?

You see a mean dog sleeping,
you go pester him?

No, sir.
No, sir.

He awake, you go kick him?
No, you don't.

You leave him alone, maybe he goes
back to sleep. You get my point?

Yeah, but those shitbutt McCoys...

We understand each other?
Yes, sir.

# I don't drink and I don't smoke #

# But I give your girl a poke
I give your girl a poke #

# I said that I don't smoke #

# I give your girl a poke
I give your girl a poke #

Afternoon, Bill.

You wanna nut us?

I got you both, huh?

Here we are, Bill.

You still wanna take us down,
cut off our balls?

Go ahead.

Should we nut him?

Shit.

Wake UP- What?

It's Devil Anse.

Alone?
Ain't he enough?

Sons of bitches.

Don't you slay us!

- Cap.
- Yeah, boss.

Pick up them guns. Let's get
these wastrels across the river.

It's a nice day for a hanging,
ain't it, old Randall?

Mean Jim Vance. Heh.

Why, you're not all that much.
I mean, up-close like.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Tolbert McCoy, son of Randall.
Ah.

I always wanted to meet the man
that murdered my uncle

and tell him his days are coming.

Not from the likes of you.

You wet-eared, prick-chafing
little shit.

Get out of my sight before I snap you
like a chicken neck.

Tolbert.

We're here on other business.

Hoo!

What are my two nephews
doing in there being locked up

next to this corpse?
You live with what you done

you might think twice before doing
it again, if you get the chance.

Judge, I respectfully request that
bail be set at a reasonable amount.

Denied. These boys stand
accused of a capital crime.

I'll not have this business
dragged out to fester.

You wanna tell me why I shouldn't
hang them both for murder?

Being a Hatfield,
you're hardly impartial.

I am the attorney of record here
and I'll answer the questions.

Bill Staton threatened to kill
any McCoys who crossed his path.

We got witnesses to that.

Parris and Sam did cross his path
and Staton did try to kill them.

Then was killed himself
by Parris and Sam in self-defense.

Which these law-abiding
young men deeply regret.

Amen. We surely do.

We is real sorry we had to do it,
defending ourselves like that.

But Bill Staton give us no choice.

Any event, judge, you got no
authority to try a capital case.

Noted.

Anse.

You got anything to say
before I pronounce sentence?

Bill Staton was a tolerable worker.

Always gave money to and got wood in for
his mother till she died last winter.

He did drink a bit.

Parris and Sam both knew
that Bill's threats" They both knew

that they was empty as the bottles
they was coming from.

They wanted to revenge
his mouthing off, plain and simple.

Then they lay in wait to get it.

That's premeditated homicide,
for which, according to the law...

and your Almighty God,
they ought to hang.

You're talking like a fool.

This lowlife drunkard lying dead here
threatened murder on my family.

Goddamn it!

Y'all just get over there
and sit down and shut up.

All of us know
Parris and Sam killed Bill Staton,

only the circumstances
remain in question.

It's a damn shame

no one told them shooting a drunk
on the road was wrong

and not worth hanging for,
or even the price of the goddamn lead.

And it's also a damn shame

no one stopped his hired hand's
liquored up threats and curses

from inflaming two fools to commit
murder, which was easy to foresee.

I find you both guilty
of this heinous crime

for which you are to be taken
to some spot without delay

and thereby hanged by the neck
until you are dead.

Sentence which I hereby suspend

since no one can say
whether it was self-defense or not.

Go on, boys.
Get the hell out of here!

Thank you, sir.

Hey, Parris!

- Calvin, not guilty.
- Ha, ha, ha.

I knew your daddy
would get us out of this.

As God is my witness...

I will not allow my court

to be the cause of a war
between our two families.

Bill Staton ain't worth it and his ma,
who he did do right by,

is dead and gone, God rest her soul.

Write it in the book:

"Miscreants discharged
by Judge Wall Hatfield."

Thank you, judge.

Been a fair and wise man today.

Indeed.

God is just

and shall return to us the years
that the locusts hath eaten.

Well, you're just a huckleberry
above a persimmon, ain't you?

You two don't mend
what's wrong between you,

hellfire's gonna certain rise up
and consume both our families.

We got them, Pa.

What the hell you laughing at?

- Look who it is, huh?
- Believe it. You better believe it.

Boom.

Come on.

Oh, easy now, son.

Don't want it going off just yet.

Yeah, mush head, don't blow
us all up, you half-wit bastard moron.

Come here. Come here!
Whoa.

Find it funny? Come here.

Apologize.

Yeah, I'm sorry you is a bastard,
Cotton Top...

All right! All right.

I'm sorry.
That ain't good enough.

I apologize for what I called you.
I won't never call you no names again.

You didn't have to do that, Pa.
Everybody calls me mush head.

Well, you ain't like everybody else,
Cotton.

God give you such a big heart,
he couldn't give you

an overabundance of brains
now too, could he?

I guess not.

I am a bastard, though.

You listen to me, boy. Hm?

A bastard's got no family
that loves him. Is that you?

Hm? Is that you?

- No, it's not.
- You're my son.

Why do you think
your first name's Ellison?

Let's see it fly.

Get everybody back now.

Okey-dokey.
Everybody, stand back now.

I said no. I gotta make a
living here, goddang it.

You want free whiskey,
you go talk to Tolbert McCoy.

I might do that.

Don't look now, Johnse
Hatfield's staring at us.

I sure hope crows swoop down
and pluck his eyes out.

What a thing to say, Nancy.

His uncle, Jim Vance, killed my pap.

You don't know that for sure.
Everybody says so.

Don't make it for sure.

He sure is handsome.
Son of Devil Anse.

I ain't never seen no devil
look like that.

Hey, Cap.
Yeah?

Robert E., y'all take over.

My favorite nephew.

Now, that's just wasteful.

Hello, Roseanna McCoy.
I'm Johnse Hatfield.

I know who you are.

Does that mean you won't talk to me?

Me being a Hatfield and all?

I don't mean you no harm.
Well, now, that's the way I feel.

You know, I don't see
why there's been so much trouble.

I bet you didn't know
I was named for a McCoy.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, you wanna go see the second most
beautiful sight in West Virginia?

So am I supposed to ask
what's the first most beautiful sight?

Well, if you wanna go...
Then you're gonna say, "Oh, you are."

Just like you told Eloise Jenkins
and about a dozen other girls.

I've heard all about you.

If all the gossip about me was true,
hell, I'd have horns and a spiny tail.

Those are some mighty interesting
boots you're wearing.

You like them?
No, I didn't say that.

So, what is the second
most beautiful sight in West Virginia?

Well, now, I'll take you there.

You solemnly swear?
Yeah.

Thank you, Mr. Hatfield.

This really is a
boon to busy housewives.

You'll wonder how you got by
without one of these.

Never fear of scalding explosion
with our patent release valve

and variometric pressure gauge.

Oh, Randall, isn't it just fine?

Thanks for the demonstration.

Steam digester,
time-saving applications.

It's a silly trinket.

I've been putting food on the table

without I had me some
pressurized double boiler.

Hatfield can buy for his wife
any new contraption she wants.

I'm gonna buy you some miracle.
Like that Edison fellow's electric fire.

Poppy, I don't need anything like that.
Yes, ma'am.

Someday, Sally, I'm gonna buy you
a double boiler

that runs on electrical-tricity.

How much you want for the fiddle?
It's mine.

I want a greenback and a half for it.

I'll give you four bits.

It was my grandpappy's.

Seventy-five cents.
I'll owe you a quarter.

And you fill my cup.

Oh, yeah, this here is my drip still.

Ain't she a beauty?

I can produce maybe,
I don't know, half gallon a day

of fine Western Virginia corn liquor.

I mean, this is the horse's head still,
catch can.

You know.

I built this rig myself.

I borrowed the money
to buy the parts from my pa.

I figure, make a good living,
support my family proper.

I'm even building me a cabin
not far from here.

For my wife to have babies in.

Got yourself a wife?

Oh, you...
You're teasing me, I know.

Well, one thing I know for a fact,
you got girlfriends by the bushel.

I ain't serious about none of them.

Look at that mush head.

Supposed to drown
the runt of the litter like this:

Just kick him in.

Here. Come on.

Easy laughing a bunch, ain't it?
Come on.

Where's your sister?
I don't know where she went.

Well, go find her. We're leaving.

You let her stay, Randall.

The boys will bring her home.

Tolbert!

You're to bring Roseanna home
without fail. You hear me?

Yes, sir.

Hey, that ain't for...
Ha!

How many times you been kissed?

Not counting grandmas and such?

Not counting.

Couple times maybe.

I bet you ain't never
really, truly been kissed right.

Not to boast...

but I believe I have
a strong reputation as a good kisser.

There.

Now you can't say
you never been kissed.

Good Lord, it's getting dark.

We ought to get going.

Roseanne!

- Roseanne!
- Roseanna!

Roseanna, we are leaving!

She ain't here. Must have rode back
with the McClintocks or Mr. Cline.

Well, she could have told us.
Pa's gonna take our damn heads off.

Roseanna!
Roseanna, last chance!

Roseanna!

Last chance, Roseanna!

Oh, please, let them be here, please.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.
Well, your Pa and my own,

they is all gone.

Oh, dear Lord.
Even your kinsfolk.

Oh, God.

My poppy is gonna kill me.

How am I gonna get home?

Well, I'll take you with me.

My name is McCoy. Your father
would hardly welcome one of us.

You put everything you heard about
Devil Anse Hatfield

out of your pretty head.

He ain't nothing like that.

One thing I said to do without fail
was bring your sister home!

We figured she got a ride.
How was we to know?

We tried! We called out,
she didn't answer.

I said, without fail!

Go find her.

And don't come back till you do.

Only a goddamn idiot would bring
Randall McCoy's daughter back here.

And after midnight.

She couldn't very well walk back home
in the dark by herself.

You don't want her here, that's fine,

but don't strike me as overgenerous.

Shit, I'll hitch a
wagon and ride her home.

You ain't riding her nowheres.

Way you make this predicament worse

is for Randall McCoy
to see you with his daughter.

He'll shoot your damn head off.

What do you want me to do?
Stay away off of her, that's what.

Levicy.

Have the girls make down a pallet
on the floor for our guest.

Come morning,

you take her to the edge of the Tug
and then leave her off.

Yes, sir.

And then get rid
of them fancy-nancy boots.

You're supposed to be a workingman.

Good-looking girl.

Yeah, well, it don't make it worth
the goddamn trouble.

The look on McCoy's face
when he finds out,

that would be worth seeing.

You just keep practicing.
Heh, heh.

Maybe a different tune.

Shh. Go back to sleep.

Hi. Shh.

Oh, and on our honeymoon,

we're gonna take a real train ride
all across the country

till we can't go no more.

I read they got this great blue ocean
up in Oregon.

I mean, this thing is so big and wide,
you can't even see the other side.

Mm-hm.

Are you crying?

Well, what on earth for?

Just wondering where I fit
in on this long list of conquests.

All right, you...

My beautiful sweet darling,
you think I'm toying with you?

I don't know what to think.

This is my first time.

I was saving myself for a husband,
just like God told me to.

I ain't fooling here, Roseanna.

I intend to marry you.

If I hadn't promised my pa,

hell, I'd ride on across that river
right now and on bended knee

I'd ask your daddy myself.

Come here.

I'd go up against the whole world
to make you my wife.

And I can't change my past or our kin,
but I tell you true...

I ain't never felt like this before
about nobody else but you.

There she is.

That's Johnse Hatfield kissing on her.
That son of a bitch.

Now, get over there. You tell them.

Okay.

Bye.
Bye.

I don't wanna cross that bridge.

I'll be here when you get back.

Ain't getting away, Johnse.
Oh, my God, Johnse.

Johnse, it's my brothers. Go!

I love you, Roseanna!
Go!

You ain't going nowhere!
Wait, wait! Stop!

Stop! Don't hurt him!

He didn't do nothing.

Bud. Bud, you gotta stop them.
We gotta get you to Poppy.

I didn't do nothing!

Get him!

You're dead, Hatfield!
You're a dead man!

Goddamn it, Tolbert.

What you so hot about? You're the one
that left Roseanna with no way home.

All I did was give her shelter,

feed her dinner,
keep her safe from harm.

You try to have your way with her?
No, sir.

She spent the night with my sisters.

You saw her. Safe and sound.

You think she'd be kissing on me
if I violated her in any way?

- I did hear Roseanna say Johnse...
- Shut up, Calvin.

Now, I say we kill him and get on
across the river before anyone knows.

Hell, your sister will know.
She loves me.

That's a load of bull manure.
No, it ain't.

And I love her too, goddamn it.

Since I gotta prove it to you...

How bad is you shot, Johnse?

Huh.

Well, I'll live.

I think the bullet tore straight
through me.

Tolbert, let's go.

Come on.

You tell your pa

I wanna ask Roseanna's hand
in marriage.

Aah!

Hey, Pa, we found her, we found her.
I got Roseanna.

You spent the night
under a Hatfield roof?

With Johnse's sisters, sir.

Mr. Hatfield kindly gave permission.

Johnse, he, uh...

He wants to marry me.

I beg your damn pardon?

He loves me, Poppy.

He wants to ask you proper, you know?

He wants to make sure it's right.

He touch you, Roseanna?

No.

Then go on. Do whatever you want.

You like the Hatfields so much,
why don't you go stay with them forever.

You're not my daughter anymore.

Have Doc Rutherford take a look.
Ma, it's fine. Ow!

Get your hand out.
I'm doing the same thing you're doing.

Daddy, her father don't object.

Well, looks like somebody did.
Yeah, her bonehead brothers. Ow!

Mama.
Could you hold still?

I wanna hear again that Randall McCoy
agreed to you marrying his daughter.

No. Not exactly.

He said he don't care.

Don't care.

Well, "don't care" ain't permission.

He said it in front of witnesses.

Well, was that before or after
you got shot? Hm?

I will not defy McCoy or any man
when it comes to his daughter.

Daddy, please, if you give permission,
he'll surely come around.

Goddamn it, boy!
They tried to kill you!

Now you wanna marry into that?

You know what? This ain't right.

Me and her wanna be man and wife.
Oh...

We're both of age.
Don't be a fool. You only just met her.

Mama, Roseanna's been throwed out.

She got no place to go.

You're afflicted, son.

All right. All right.

She can stay here
until her family comes for her.

Or you two come to your senses.
Thank you. Thank you, Mama.

But she will keep her own name.

Come on.

Whoo! Ah!

Whoa, watch out for that step.
Ooh!

I never knew this existed.
Been coming here my whole life.

It's so beautiful out here.
Yup.

What are you doing?

Oh, my. You are crazy, Johnse.

Whoo!

Come get in the water with me.

Out here?

In the eyes of God?

God didn't forbid our union.

Our fathers did.

God knows we're married in our hearts.

Come on.

Whoo!

See you later, all right?

What's the matter?
Hatfield kin.

Yeah.

Plain ain't right.

Over a year now Roseanna's living
under the Hatfield roof.

Dropping her skirt and turning out
to be just a steady piece of cake.

Must make old man Hatfield happier
than a banty rooster in a henhouse,

having our family so disgraced.
Yup.

Help you?
Frank Phillips.

I work out of the Pinkerton office.
Louisville, Kentucky.

Looking for Bob Levinger.

I ain't seen Bob in a spell.

A fellow could get himself into a lot
of trouble lying to a Pinkerton man

with a U.S. deputy prosecutor
warrant.

It makes it a federal offense.

So we're talking prison,

a big fine.

A fellow could lose his saloon.

Everything he's slaved for.

Time he's out of jail,
he's dead broke.

His wife's run off
with some dandy carpetbagger.

I seen it happen.

Playing cards.

The bald one.

Bob Levinger.

You got no paper
on where you're living.

Squatter, paying no taxes.

You've been warned twice by mail,
once by a federal officer.

I'm here to take you in.

This here's a warrant.

Ain't legal. That land is Hatfield.

Levingers is cousins to Hatfield.

My great uncle, Devil Anse,

he got papers on file
at the Land State Office.

Bullshit.

It's federal property.

You people think you're on the land,
you own it.

I'm saying that ain't right.

You can tell your story in court.
I don't feel like going nowheres.

My little brother Ed
is standing behind you.

And he got a regular Navy pistol.

You still think I'm going somewheres?

Argh!

Got one.

Can't find the other.

Go much deeper, I might kill you.

Of course if you want,
I'll give it another try.

You going after that Pink man?
Got to. Bastard killed our kin.

I ain't talking to you, Uncle Jim.

You know damn well
the Levingers likely had it coming.

Ed and Bob always was jackasses.

Yeah, but they're our jackasses.

Someone thinks they can take a shot
at our kin,

pretty soon someone else thinks

they can lay in ambush,
shoot at one of us.

Do you remember when we was kids?

Pa, he told me to go shoot that fox
nosing around the henhouse.

Yeah. You didn't wanna kill it.

You poked fun at me for it.

Helped me trap it so as we could take it
across the river and let it go.

It never come around again.

And Pa, he was none the wiser.

All I'm saying is

smart as you are,

maybe you can figure out another way.

I hear you, Ellison.

But you should know the reason that
fox didn't ever come around again.

After you went home...

I killed it.

Anderson is a good man.

This trouble between our families,
well...

Well, makes it hard for all of us.

And I gotta tell you,
deep down inside...

I ain't got no belief
in you and Johnse being together.

Well...

We can have a union
in the sight of God.

Children that weren't born
on the wrong side of the bed.

No.

No.

You need to go back to your own...

where you belong.

Hey.

I can see you ain't a bad person.

But this whole thing, it ain't right.

You asking me to leave?

And don't you come back.

This bullheaded feud
between your pa and my Anderson...

is a kind of slow poison.

I inherited 500 acres,

which I would pass along to you
on the occasion of your marriage.

But my land will never be
in Hatfield hands,

I can promise you that.

Don't worry yourself now, Mama.

Johnse and me
ain't never gonna get married.

Renounce your Hatfield defiler

and your poppy might
let you come home.

You used to be his favorite.

In time you'll meet a suitable boy.
Mama.

And you... You...
It's too late.

I ain't had my flow in two months.

I don't know what to do.

You come home with
a Hatfield bastard in your belly?

Hey, Mama. Where's Roseanna?

Gone to her family.

And when's she coming back?
I don't know that she will.

It might be best for all concerned
if she don't.

I got 700 acres of corn...

12 percent of the Tug Fork sawmill

and nearly 10,000
in financial instruments.

Only I lack a helpmate.

A loving wife
to share my good fortune.

I'm sure that any number of woman
would be happy to entertain your suit.

Any number I don't care for.

If it weren't about the physical
relations...

I can't marry you, Perry.

I'm having a baby.
Johnse Hatfield's child.

That's unfortunate.

But if we were to marry quickly,

no one would catch on
to the sad truth the child ain't mine.

Otherwise, your condition
will be all the gossip,

with the Hatfield's laughing about it.

I'm in love with Johnse Hatfield.

Unh.

Unh.

Aunt Betty?

Sakes alive, you scared me.

What you doing here, sugar?
Mama said you'd take me in.

Ain't nobody else want me.

Looking for a gentleman
name of Frank Phillips.

What's your business with him?

That there must be Bad Frank
Phillips with that limp.

I go by the name of Phillips,
not the other part.

So if I was you, I'd mind my tongue.
Well, ain't you ornery for a cripple.

I'd give you a lesson in manners,
but the house required

I check my sidearms
before I went up with Jenny Lou.

Well, that's too bad.

I might like seeing
how good you could use them.

Well, ask your dead,
back-shooting relatives.

Mr. Phillips, I come here
to talk to you,

not have a shootout
in a damn whorehouse.

After I killed you,
I'd have to explain it to my wife,

and I wouldn't much look forward
to having to do that, so...

So I'll buy you a drink instead.

You buy me a bourbon whiskey
straight, Mr. Hatfield,

but you have to leave your dog
outside.

He can stay.

So why do you make this
special trip to parley with me?

I come here to give you
$100 on condition.

On condition you move on out
of these parts.

I've killed your kin. Why the payoff?

It wasn't my first idea, I promise you.

Longer you stay around here, people...

People expect me to do something
about you.

I understand you were doing your job,
and Levingers was always...

Always damn fool idiots at best.
But don't...

Don't make me raise my hand against
you, Mr. Phillips. I would kill you.

So take my money and ride on out.

I'll take your money.
Just don't think I'm running.

You took down the Levingers...

didn't expect you to lizard out.

This whole damn thing
sticks in my craw,

especially with my bad leg.

Your land claim and your kin
cost me my job.

A skunk's profession.

Get yourself into something useful.

You can't go there, Johnse,
you're all drunk and crazy.

I'm gonna stare old man McCoy
in the eye, I'm gonna tell him.

I'm gonna tell him straight-out.
You're gonna get yourself killed.

Let go of my arm.

He wants to ride into Kentucky
and see old Randall McCoy.

I'm Nancy McCoy, Roseanna's cousin.

You know, I gotta go.

They're gonna think
you mean them harm.

Well, I'll shout out, "I
don't mean you no harm. I just...

I just wanna talk things out."
Well, if you go with me,

you'll be safe.

My horse.
We'll go on back and get it.

Hey, you are...
You're Roseanna's cousin, Nancy.

Go on.
That's what I said.

Oh!

Yeah, I know who you are
because you look like her, kind of.

Yaah!

Oh!

Roseanna's cousin, Nancy.

You kind of look like Roseanna
in the daylight too.

More at night, though.

I went and visited
my Aunt Betty Blakenship's yesterday.

I suppose you know
your once-intended is staying there.

No.

Guess the old man is still riled to hell
at me and her shaming his family.

Well, especially now that
Roseanna's with child and all.

What?

What...?

I'm...

I'm gonna be a daddy?

Because she carries his child,
Roseanna believes herself in love

with Johnse Hatfield.

Does our pap know about this?

As strong as he is,
I fear it may break your father's heart.

Shame we can't remedy the situation
before he finds out.

If it weren't for Johnse,

Roseanna might accept an offer
of honorable marriage.

Let's go.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Boys. Boys.

Where you going?

Well...

just the boys I wanna see.

You can ride with me
to your Aunt Betty's.

I'm going there to rescue my bride

and make an honest woman of her.
Just you shut the hell up.

You ain't lying your way out of it
this time.

I ain't lying.

Just found out
Roseanna's carrying my baby.

So I'm going to get her.

Seeing as how our daddies
are being such horses' asses.

Unh!

You gotta be...
Unh!

Get off of me, Tolbert! Why you wanna
hurt your future brother-in-law?

I'm gonna kill you because you
soiled my sister's honor.

I'm gonna marry her.

Shh-Shh.

Calvin?

Randall?

What's...

Alifair, get the kids back.
Get, get. Get!

What are you doing?

Are you drunk?

You weren't gonna tell me, were you?

I had to hear it from Perry Cline.

Stop.
That's Roseanna's hope chest.

I know what it is.
Stop!

Suppose you is wondering
why I don't kill you straightaway.

Because you know it ain't right.
Horse shit!

I'm gonna blow your brains out.

Exactly at sunrise.

Like they do in the Army.

See, I want you to know it's coming

and I want you to think about it
for all those hours.

Feel the kind of torment all the
Hatfields have brought down on us.

I respect your sister, Tolbert.

You know that?

Especially now
that she's carrying my baby.

Now, let me go find a preacher
and make it legal.

It's too late for that.

I'm gonna shoot you dead come dawn!

And I'm gonna tell you what time it is
every hour we get closer!

Instead of a last meal,
can I get a last request?

Hell, no!

What do you want?

I wanna see Roseanna one last time.

I wanna say goodbye to her
in a proper way.

And then I will stand up tall
when you shoot me.

I swear to God, I will.

And when I get to heaven,
I won't damn your souls

and ask God to send you far into hell
for what you done to me.

Uh-uh.

You're the one going to hell.

And you ain't gonna be asking God
for squat.

Roseanna does love him. She'll
hate us forever if we don't allow it.

No, I said!

Heh. He gets a bowl of stew.
Mmm. Nothing else.

The stew didn't sit right with me.

You all mind if I go home?
No, sure, Bud.

Come on. You shouldn't be here
when we do the killing anyways.

Yeah, you're too young.

I ain't too young.

I just don't feel so good, all right?

Bye, Bud.

Hell, I'll see you on the other side.

I gotta talk to my sister.
Oh, my God, what...?

What are you doing out in this?

Mr. Hatfield!

Mr. Hatfield!

Mr. Hatfield!

My brothers have got Johnse.

They're planning on killing him
at dawn.

Where is he?

If I tell you, you gotta swear
you ain't gonna hurt my brothers.

If my son is safe,
no harm will come to your brothers.

Now, where is he?

They got him
in Uncle Harmon's old place.

Go. Go, go, go.
Please, Mr. Hatfield, hurry!

Go on, I'll get your boots.

Please!

Now, Johnse,
we wouldn't normally kill you.

There's an honorable man willing to
marry our sister soon as you're dead.

Hm?

Who's that?

Lawyer Perry Cline has agreed
to make Roseanna his wife.

Having a man killed to marry
their woman and take their baby.

That ain't honorable.

One hour to go, Hatfield.

# I know these hills #

# I know the touch
Of the sacred ground #

# Where they lay my body down #

# Ooh, ooh #