All language subtitles for Hatfields And McCoys Bad Blood 2012

Ready

aim

fire!

Summers.

My God, man.

Asa McCoy

I thought I heard someoneover there.

No! Don't move me.

Whatever them Rebs did to me,they hurt me real bad.

I need a sawbones, I figure.

Maybe so.

Supposin' they'scoming back for us, right?

They're not gonnaleave us here.

Yeah. Yeah, they're
coming back for us.

Doctor's wagon oughta pull

through here in an hour or so,

then we'll
get outta here.

You really think so?

Yeah.
Ain't no other way to it.

It's getting awful coldout here, McCoy.

Awful cold.

This is the winter.

Winter's coming down hard.

You ain't leaving,are you, McCoy?

I'll go when you do.

It sure is cold.

It surely is.

Sure is.

I think it's time we

be heading home, pal?

Valentine! Ellison!

Look what we got here!

Jim.

Boys.

Asa McCoy.

I'm surprised to see you
on this side of the river.

You ain't supposed
to be here.

And in Yankee blue?

I'm just passing throughon my way back to Pike County.

What's old Ran'l have to say about

his son in all this Yankee mess?

My father ain't gotno stomach for it,as well you know.

Nobody around here is willingto fight for anything,

except the patch of groundthey stand on.

Gents, Asa McCoy here,

he went off to get educated at

one of their fancy universities.

where they teach all them
highfalutin ideas

like preservation
of the Union,

God bless Lincoln,

abolishing slavery.

Hell, Asa.

Your daddy never even
owned a slave in his life.

You don't have to hold slavesto know that it's wrong.

I chose my side, and I stand by it.

That may be so,

but today you have run afoul
of the Logan Wildcats,

duly sworn defenders
of the Bonnie Blue

and, just so happens,

this side of the river.

The Logan Wildcatsain't no part ofthe real Confederacy.

Y'all ain't nothing but vigilantes in gray coats.

Ellison, you hear that?I hear it.

Comin' from a Yank,
I can hardly believe my ears.

Everything a Yank says
is a lie.

Clear the path, boys.

I ain't tryin'to dig up old wounds.

Well, I reckon that's so.

But there is a war
goin' on, Mr. McCoy.

And today

you happen to be
on the losin' side.

Let's go, boys!

The state of Kentucky lies,
at this moment,

under the rule
of martial law,

as decreed by
President Lincoln himself.

To that end,
I am, respectfully,

assuming command of all military

forces within the Commonwealth.

Now, you may continue to run the

day-to-day affairs of the state,

inasmuch as you do not
interfere with my duties.

Why does Mr. Lincoln feel thatsuch an action is necessaryat this late date?

Kentucky,

while remaining neutral
during this great conflict,

has allowed
Confederate guerillas

like the Logan Wildcats
of West Virginia

to wage a campaign of terror
on both sides of the border.

A campaign which you have
been unable to stop.

Now, the president feels that

some action is necessary.

What kind of action,General Burbridge?

Exiling our leaders?

Denying our citizenstheir legal rightsunder the law?

How many of my top officialshave you

already arrestedunder
trumped-up charges,

held without trial?

Kentucky is rife
with traitors, Governor.

This isn't martial law.It's a witch hunt.

Witch hunt?
You test me, sir!

I am charged with the duty of

protecting the citizens of this state,

and I shall do so unerringly.

And to that end, I'm

enacting order number 59.

It is effective
immediately.

Order number 59?

Yes. For every unarmed
citizen that is killed

by a Confederate guerilla,

I will take four Rebels
from the prison,

and I will hang them
publicly.

And if that doesn't work,
I shall hang them all!

That is murder, sir!

That is a solution, sir!

Now, you will abide by
President Lincoln's decree,

and I will help you.
And together,

we can restore this state
to its righteous order.

But those killers
must be stopped.

Good day, sir.

You can tally this stuff up
for me, Mr. Curtis.

Yes, ma'am, Mrs. McCoy.Thank you.

Howdy, Johnse.

Mr. Curtis, ladies.

Mr. Hatfield.

Dear!

Here, let me help you.

No, it's no bother,
Mr. Hatfield.

Please.My name is Johnson.

Johnson.

Well, most folkscall me Johnse.I see.

Johnse.

Roseanna McCoy, fetch your

things to the counter

so Mr. Curtis
can tally 'em up.

Yes, Ma.

Roseanna.That's a pretty name.

Thank you.

And what's your name?

Her name's Alifair.

Alifair?

That's a pretty name, too.

You know, they saythe way to the big sister'sthrough the little sister.

She don't talk, Mr. Hatfield.
She never has.

I'm sorry.I-I didn't know.

Now, if you don't mind.

God!

Easy now, Mother.

No use in crying.

Asa can't hear you now.

War is a terrible thing.

It ain't war done this,
Roseanna.

It was men
what done this.

Them wounds are fresh, Ma.

Asa was shot rightwhere we found him,

laying on the other sideof Tug Fork.

I know where he was found.
We all do.

And we all knowwho shot him.

We don't know.

Not for certain.

Of course we do.It was the Logan Wildcats.

Devil Anse Hatfield'sgang of Confederates.

Why would Devil Anse
want to shoot Asa?

He never had
no trouble with them.

Asa

God help him.

At least he chose
to wear Yankee Blue

when he was on the West

Virginia side of the river.

That made him a target.

I reckon that's all
Hatfield needed.

An excuse to kill him.

What are we gonna
do about it, Pa?

Grab your guns, boys.

Junior, you stay here
with your mother.But, Pa!

Don't even!

Sarry, you stop
your crying now.

We're gonna be wantin'

supper when we get back.

It won't do no goodto get yourself killed.

Sarry, I ain't gonna
get myself killed.

And if I do, I do.

But what about our boys?

You want to get our sonskilled, too?

Asa was murdered.
Something's gotta be done.

Let the lawtake its course.

Fetch the sheriff.

The sheriff?

Naw. This is Kentucky.

Asa was killed
in West Virginia.

He was Union. That gang
of Hatfield's is Rebel.

Sheriff won't get involved.
He can't.

Now hand me that rifle.

I don't want you to go.

You have supper waitin'
for me when I get back.

Now hand me that rifle.

I love you.

I hope Pa's gonna be
all right.

It's dangerous, the

other side of Tug Fork.

For such a small river,it's filled with so much blood.

Hyah! Come on.

All right, then.

I want everybody to keepa cool head when we get there.

Won't do no goodto start shooting withwomen and children around.

Wrong person might get shot.

Devil Anse may be laying
up there waitin' for us.

You think it's wise that we

just ride up to his front door?

Ain't no other way.

I'll be damned if I'm gonnasneak up on my boy's killers.

They're gonna face meone way or t'other.

Understood?

Understood.

You got somethin'you wanna say?

No, sir.

Then let's go.
Come on!

Hyah! Come on!
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Get going. Hyah!

Devil!

Devil Anse!

Mr. McCoy.

Wanna see Devil Anse.I heard you.

Most folks just
knock on the door.

Yeah, but we ain't interested in

getting a belly full of lead.

Like Asa did.

I heard about that.

I'm awful sorry
for you folks.

Is your daddy at home, boy?

Yes, sir, he is.

I would have a word with him.

Why are we all being
so fired civil, Pa?

Ease down, son.

Pa, Devil Anse killed Asa.

We need to root out
the truth here, boys,

or we're no better
than they are.

Truth? You can't getthe truth out of a Hatfield.Don't run in their blood.

Just the same,
we're gonna hear it.

Ran'l.

Anderson.

'Stand you wanna
speak with me.

I take it this ain't
no social visit.

We came about Asa.

You looking
for a fight, McCoy?

We come prepared.

For what,
more killing?

Uncle Jim tells me you done

lost one son already, Ran'l.

Ain't that enough?

Reckon you had a handin Asa's killing,Mr. Hatfield.

Pharmer, shut!

What about it, Anse?

I don't know nothin' aboutwhat happened to your boy.

He was a soldier.Soldiers get shot.

That's the chance they takeonce they put on that uniform.Any uniform.

We figure maybe he run into you

and your Wildcats on the road.

Wildcats was disbanded
back in November.

And me, I've been holed up, ain't

left the house near two week now.

Bum leg. Hog rolled over on it.

Damn near killed me.

You ask the doc.
He'll tell ya.

I might just do that.

Anybody know what happened
to young Asa?

Not me, Pa.

Uncle Jim?I ain't seen that boy

since he went off
to that damn fancy school.

Well, now, Ran'l, looks like

you're treein' the wrong coon.

Can't say as I blame you. I'd be

looking for some answers, too,

if somebody killed
one of my boys.

But it ain't me.

Reckon maybe it'slike you say, Anse.

I reckon so.

You're welcome to water your

horses before you head back.

Go on, boys.

Evening.

Hyah! Come on!

Come on! Hyah!

That's too bad
about Asa.

He got what he was askin' for.

We don't haveto answer to them, Anse.

This is Hatfield land.

McCoy ain't the law.

That don't matter, Vicey.
A man's son's been killed.

He got to do something.

I can't imagine one of your own childrenlying dead in the road.

It's a terrible thing.

Asa McCoy
wanted to fight.

It was his decisionto put that damn uniform on.

Mm-

Maybe it was
the book learning,

all that
professor preaching.

I don't know.

Hell of a decision,
but he made it.

And who knows how many good folks

that Yankee done already killed.

Uncle Jim,

you sure you don't know
nothin' about this?

I shot him, Anse.

I shot him,
but it was self-defense.

He drew first.

Damn boy riding
through Logan County,

proud as can be in his Yankee

Blue, armed to the teeth.

And you had to kill him?Johnse, we told that boy

we'd see him safely
to Tug Fork

so he could cross back
into his daddy's property,

but he wasn't havin'
none of it, Anse.

Called us
a few unneighborly things

and then went for his gun.

And that is
the God's honest truth.

You tell 'em, Ell.That's what happened, Anse.

And how many times
was he shot?

Folks say
at least four times.

Four times.

It was intense.

Yeah.

Well, I reckon it's bestto let this situationrest as it is.

Ain't no reason to get old

Ran'l McCoy all riled up.

What's done is done
and cannot be undone.

Amen to that.Supper's waiting.

You go and wash up, son.

Yes, Pa.

"I am the resurrection and

the life," saith the Lord.

"He that believeth in me, yea, though

he were dead, yet shall he live.

And whosoever liveth and believeth

in me, shall not die forever.

I know that
my redeemer liveth,

and that I shall rise out of

the earth in the last day

and shall be covered
again with my skin

and shall see God
in my flesh.

Yea, and I myself
shall behold him,

not with other,
but with these same eyes.

We brought nothing
into this world,

neither may we carry

anything out of this world.

The Lord giveth,
and the Lord taketh away.

Even as it hath
pleased the Lord,

so cometh things to pass.

Blessed be
the name of the Lord."

These are difficult times,
Mr. Phillips.

There are two wars
being waged right now.

I agree, Governor.There's more killing going on

in the hills surroundingBig Sandy River

than just about anyother place in the country,war or no war.

I would suggest
swift military action.

But Governor Bramlette
believes that this trouble

falls into a slightly

different civilian category.

Well, it is
my call, General,

and it must be handled within

the confines of the law.

The Hatfields have dug in on the

West Virginia side of Tug Fork.

The McCoys are settled
here in Kentucky.

Our jurisdiction
extends only so far.

Legally.

Legally, our authority does not

extend into West Virginia.

Legally.

What you're suggesting,
Frank, is unlawful.

You cannot lead a raiding

party into West Virginia

and snatch the Hatfields
out of their beds.

It would never
hold up in court.

You'd find yourself on trial,
and you would lose.

Don't be so sure
about that, Governor.

The state of West Virginia
has no love

for this sort of thing either,

and they are
bona fide Unionists.

Now, Anderson Hatfield's
Rebel gang

is a black eye on
Governor Boreman's legacy.

I'm not so sure
he'd take their side.

True, but state's rights
are the issue here,

and I don't believe that Boreman would

stand for Frank crossing the river

and kidnapping
our suspects.

What do you have me to do, sir?

Ask them politelyto turn themselves in?

I'm assigning you a special agent

to bring this matter to a close,

and I expect you to do that.

You head into Pike County, try to

talk some sense into the McCoys.

If everybody stays
on their side of Tug Fork,

we oughta be able to bring

this matter to a quick end.

And if they do not?There are other means.

You will get
an arrest warrant.

Governor.

General.

Are you almost done
with your chores?

Almost. Why?

How would you like
to make some money?

What I gotta do?

I want you to run this note
over to Mr. McCoy's house.

McCoy's house? Why me?

Mr.McCoy would never
tolerate me on his

property, but I think you can do it.

Sure could. They'd nevereven know I was there.

I want you to give it to their

oldest daughter Roseanna.

I know her.I seen her in town before.

Here's a dollar.
Now take off.

And hurry back.

Psst.

Over here.Who's that?

It's me, Tennyson.

Tennis? What are you
doing here?

I got a message for you.

You do?

Johnse asked meto bring you this.

You may tell him
I received it.

Yes, ma'am.You'd better get before
your daddy misses you.

I'm gettin'.

If it wasn't Devil Anse
what done in Asa,

it was one of them others.

I reckon Jim Vance
had a hand in this.

You think?More like it as not.

He's always hated us.

Asa being a Union soldier just give

him the excuse he was looking for.

There were others there,too, Pa.

Asa was shot in the chest
and the head,

so he wasn't an ambush
from behind.

He faced his killers.

His gun had been fired.

There were tracks
from three men.

It might not have been
Devil Anse,

but it surely was some of
them boys from his Wildcats.

Well, I'm not one for
standing around and waiting.

Johnse.

Tennis sayshe gave you my note.

He did.

Well, what do you think?

I've been waiting for you.

It's Friday night.

I know what day it is.

This is the night that that tavern

over in Ransom's open late.

So?So

a fella could use a drink
after a long day like this.

I think I'll pass tonight.

Junior?Hell, yeah.

What was that?Pa?

Don't you be drinkin',
Junior.

N-no, sir.

I'm just gonna make surePharmer makes it back okay.

You gotta believeI never visited no harmto Asa or your folks.

I believe you, but it's not safe for

you to come around here no more.

You must let me see you.

If we're discovered--We won't be.

Alifair,
get back to the house.

Well, thank you.

It's better than my ma's.

Alifair!

Alifair, where are you?

Roseanna!

I gotta go.

Stay out of sight.

I'm here, Ma.

What are you doing?

I seen the shed door was open, and

I feared something was wrong.

What was it?

It's nothing, Ma.

Nothing at all.

I guess Junior just
didn't latch it proper.

Where y'all headed?

Out.

Where's them off to
at this hour?

They's off to take a drinkin town.

With Junior?

He knows better.
So do you.

Pa

Leave me to my thoughts,daughter.

Mr. Hatfield!

Who's that?

We wanna talk to you.

You boys been waiting long?

Long enough.

My apologies.

The Hatfields don't run
on your time schedule.

Baby brother's out kinda

late, don't you think?

I ain't no baby, you

rotten Hatfield bastard!

Got his daddy's
manners, too, I see.

We know what happenedbetween you and Asa.

The hell you do, McCoy.

What y'all is looking to do is

hang your Yankee shame on a body.

Anybody, as long as
their name ain't McCoy.

You killed my brother.

Prove it.

You're gonna getwhat Asa got.

Gonna take allone and a half of you?

Shut up, Hatfield!

Just like a McCoy.

You're all a big man when a

fella's got his back turned.

Hold him down!
Hold him down!

That's enough!

Let's get!

It's Ellison Hatfield!Somebody fetch a doctor quick!

He's still alive!

Elias, Valentine.

We came as soon as we heard.

How is he?

Tavern owner saidit was Ran'l's boys.

Pharmer and Ran'l Junior.

Junior?He was the onewith the knife.

How is Ellison still alive?

I reckon he's holding onlong enough

to find out what his brothersare gonna do about this mess.

What are we gonna do, Anse?

Mr. McCoy!

Ran'l McCoy!

Easy, folks.

You just stay
right where you are.

I'm Deputy Frank Phillips,

and I'm duly appointed by the governor

of Kentucky as a special agent.

Am I addressing Randall McCoy?

You are.
What is your business?

I heard about what happened
at the tavern last night.

I'm here to tell you
that it ain't over.

And how's that concern you?

The governor wants to put an

end to all this bloodshed

between you
and the Hatfields.

And it is my sworn task
to see that this happens.

Y'all stay in here.

You come with me.

Speak your peace.

Mr. McCoy,

the tavern owner
and several eyewitnesses

have positively identified
two of your boys

as bein' the men that attacked

Ellison Hatfield last night.

He dead?

That I do not know, sir,

and I do not believe that I will be

crossing state lines to find out.

What do you intend to do?

I'm appealing to you.

Let me take your boys
into the jail at Pikeville.

It will be safer, and it'll

be safer for your family.

Safer?

How do you figure that?

Do you really want
a war here?

Can you give meone good reason why my boyswould want to go with you?

Because if they do not,
you will all be killed.

Well

maybe it is as you say.

For right now, anyway.

But you better be right,Mr. Phillips.

You can trust me.

I don't put no trustin the government.

Hold up there, Deputy.

Don't even flinch.

Uncle Jim?

Yeah, I feel better now.

You are interferingin the official businessof Kentucky.

I strongly suggest thatyou reconsider your actions.

Official business
of Kentucky.

Well, boys, I guess
we're in big trouble now.

You Hatfields?

Ask them. They know.

Enough of this
jawin' and yappin'.

My leg's paining me.

Hog laid up on my leg,
damn near killed me.

You have my sympathies.

Thank you.

Listen here, Mr. Lawman, we're gonna

take these boys back to Logan County,

to the jail
where they belong,

where true justice
will be served.

What?I'm sorry,but I have to disagree.

No need to apologize,
mister.

Folks don't always
have to agree.

We'll be leaving now.

You gonna let themdo this, Deputy?

They's gonna kill us for sure!

Shut up, Junior.

Don't worry, boys.

We'll work this out.

You understand that I willreclaim my prisoners.

One way or another.

Let's go, McCoy!Move it up there, boy!

Governor ain't gonna
like this one little bit.

Hyah! Hyah!

How's he doin'?

Doc says it would take the hand
of God hisself to save him.

Mr. Phillips.

There was a problem.

A problem?

We ran into the Hatfields
on the road,

and there were more of them
than there were of us.

You let the Hatfieldstake my boys?

I didn't have a choice,
Mr. McCoy.

My boys are as good as dead,thanks to you!

The governor has
given me full authority--

You tell the governorto go to hell!

I'll do that, sir.

Dear God.

Dear God.

How long we gonna keep
those killers tied up?

Till we get word
about Ellison.

How long is that gonna be?

Don't rush your brother
to the grave, boys.

He's a strong one.

If I was you boys,

I'd be praying mighty hard
that my brother pulls through.

Mighty hard.

Devil Anse ought to beback at the house by now.

He don't ride so fast
since he got that game leg.

You blame him, boy?

No, sir.

Poor ol' Ellison.

No wife to cry over him.

No young'uns.

He's got family,

and that's honest-to-God blood.

And blood don't run.

Seems you've made a right

mess of things, Mr. Phillips.

I understand that, Governor,

but this is not a situation

easily handled by a single man.

These families
back in the hills,

they are not families as much

as they are small armies.

Well, if you cannot
handle this,

then General Burbridge
will step in,

and then I really will
have a war on my hands.

Well, perhaps,
Governor, you--

Damn it, Frank,something needs to be done!

And it starts with gettingthe McCoys to the jailin Pikeville safely.

Easier said than done.Stop arguing with me!

I can't believe it.How could you let thoseHatfields take your prisoners?

Is that what I pay you for?

No, sir.

Do something
about this, Frank.

I don't care what it takes.

But, by God, do something.

Aye.

You're home.

How is he?

Not good.

He say anything?

He ain't never woke up.

I don't reckon
he ever will.

Where's Uncle Jimand the others?

They's over at
the Pliant farm.

How's your leg?

It held up.

Put Major in the barn.

Yes, sir.

Johnse.

Sir?

Thanks for asking
about my leg.

I love you boys.

More than anything.

We know, Pa.

Doctor stop by?

He did.

And what'd he say?

He asked how your leg was.

Anything else?

Not much else to say.

We got them McCoys that
done this to you, Ellison.

Justice will be served,

and they will pay.

What are you gonna do, Anse?

Nothing more than what
the law would've done.

Brother Ellison,

if you can hear me,

you have my word, by God,
these boys will pay.

He don't hear you, Anse.

He dead.

What's happened, Pa?

Your Uncle Ellison has died.

You go on over
to the Pliant farm

and tell your uncles
what's happened.

But--You go on, son.

They're waiting for word.

Yes, sir.

Johnse.

Roseanna,
what are you doing here?

Get back.

How's your Uncle Ell?

He's dead.

You can't let them
kill my brothers, Johnse.

This is a matter
for the law.

Which law? Kentucky lawor West Virginia law?

What you Hatfields
are doing is wrong.

It's murder.

I have to go tell my Uncle Jim.They're waitin' on me.

I gotta go tell 'em.Junior's not right in
the head, and you know it.

You know it.

They killed my Uncle Ellison.It was two against one.

Barkeeper said Juniorstruck the first blow.

In the back.

Johnse, if you love me,

please just have mercy.

Just get 'em
to Pikeville Jail.

Roseanna,I can't help you.

Please, please.

All right.I'll do what I can.

I take it Anse ain't upto riding any more today.

His heart is
deeply saddened.

I imagine it is.

How's Ell?

Dead.

All right, then.

Uncle Jim,I know everyone's riled up,

for surely it was a cowardly actthat killed Uncle Ell,

but stringing up them boys upain't gonna help anything.

I'm not quite sure I understand what

it is you're trying to tell me.

I saying that maybewe should be breakingthis chain of bloodshed

instead of adding to it.

And do what, Johnse?

Let 'em go?
Set these killers loose?

No. Take 'em to the jailin Pikeville.

They'll try 'em and hang 'emif that's what they got comin'.

Pikeville.

Johnse, we dare show
our faces in Pikeville,

we'd be the ones they'd be

hanging, and you know that.

What is the matter
with you, Johnse?

You sound more like a McCoy
than a Hatfield.

Those boys killed
your uncle, my brother.

Don't that mean nothin' to you?

Of course it does.It's just--

It's just nothing.
Go get them boys.

Go on.

Uncle Jim

Nephew,

you stay out of this
for your own good.

I do not want to forget for one

second that your Anse's boy.

Let's go for a walk, boys.

You can't do this, Vance!
Least let Junior go!

Nephew

stay here
and tend the horses.

Cut 'em loose.

Go.

Cut 'em loose.

Boys, my nephew Johnse seems to

think that breaking with tradition

might bring peace
to this unhappy situation.

I can't say as I
totally agree with him,

but

on the other side
of that creek

lies the great state
of Kentucky.

If I was you

I'd get a move on
before I change my mind.

Go on.

I have been
very fickle lately.

That's Roseanna McCoy.

Explains that
gutless nephew of mine.

We can't tolerateany witnesses, brother.

Reckon it's as you say, Val.

We seen your
girlfriend, Johnse.

Trouble is
she seen us, too.

She won't tell.

The hell you say!

She won't!She won't

if you go fetch her, bring her

back here and talk to her.

Now go on.All right.

What you thinking, Uncle Jim?

I'm thinking it's
either her or us, boys.

I'm sorry, Roseanna.

I thought I couldchange their minds.

Now they're gonna kill me, too.

That's not gonna happen.I won't let it.

I'm a witness, Johnse.

That makes me good as dead.

You know I'd never letanything happen to you.

I hardly have any family left.

We've got to go.

We've got to getaway from here,

someplace whereit doesn't matterwhat your name is,

doesn't matter who you are.

I can't.

I can't leave my folks now.

Roseanna, you're in danger.You said so yourself.

And if you wait any longer,you'll be a dangerto your whole family.

Okay.

I'm gonna pack my things and

meet you out back later tonight.

Okay.

I love you,Roseanna McCoy.

I love you, Johnse Hatfield.

Howdy, Johnse.

Can you fill this for me?

You goin' somewhere, son?

Can you fill it for me or not?

Yeah, of course I can.

I didn't realize you
were in such a hurry.

Give me a minute.

Thank you.

Here you go, son.

Thank you, Mr. Curtis.Put it on my tab.

All right, Johnse. Sign here.

You sure she saw you?

Ain't no doubt about it, Anse.

And you're sureit was Ran'l McCoy's girl.

She was a ways off,
but it was her, all right.

Roseanna McCoy.

And your boy Johnse,
he gone all sweet on her.

That ain't a good relationship, Anse.

This ain't right,
a Hatfield and a McCoy.

Poor choice of romance.

Johnse home yet?

No.He was supposed to

go after that McCoy girl,

see if he could talk
some sense into her.

That is, if he could.

Wonder where he is.

You don't, uh

You don't think he's sidingwith the McCoys, do you?

What kind of talk is that,Uncle Jim?

Ain't no way he'd goagainst his own kin.

I don't mean to implynothin', Anse.

It's just that when affairs
of the heart come into play,

a young buck like Johnse
is likely to get confused.

And then loyalties
can be divided.

The boy's not here, is he?

Johnse'll be home soon.You'll see.

You sit quiet, son.

Yes, Pa, but Johnsewill be back. I know it.

So, what is to be done?

I reckon we're gonna haveto pay old Ran'l a visit,

finish this business offonce and for all.

I'm sure he's heardabout his sons by now.

He gonna be blood crazy.

Best we get him first.

They'll be rounding up
all their relatives.Mm-

Could be quitea gang of them.

That's right.

Them McCoys will
breed with anything.

Which is why we have tohit them before they havetime to sound the alarm.

Yeah.

But by God, if any of youshoot my son Johnse

Like you said, Anse,

Johnse would never
side with the McCoys.

So you got nothing
to worry about.

You can't outgun 'em.

There's too many of 'em.

I don't plan to
outgun them, Sarry.

I plan to out-kill 'em.

And how you gonna do that?

You gonna sneak up
on 'em in the dark?

I don't thinkyou understand.

The Hatfieldsare coming for us.

We're gonna have tohit 'em on the road.

Catch 'em off guardif we can.

It's the only hope we got.

I put the word out.

Cousins Jeff and Paris
are rounding up a few boys.

We should meet up
with them directly.

That's good.

We gotta even up the scorefor your brothers.

I would kill every one ofthose Hatfields if I could.

God willing.

God willing.

Goin' somewhere, Johnse?

Yes, Ma, I am.

You runnin' off with that McCoy gal?

Yeah.

Better that than dead, I reckon.

I gotta get away from all this killing.

And I got to get Roseanna away, too.

Soon one of these feuding families

won't even exist anymore.

Just be an foundation
where a house used to sit

and a graveyard full of crosses.

I won't let usbecome those crosses.

Then you better
hurry, boy, because

Pa and his brothers are headed

over to the McCoy farm.

Take it.

Take care.Okay.

Pa's leg will keep 'emoff the wagon roads.

I might can catch 'emif I cut over the hill.

Good-bye, Ma.

God bless you, Johnse.

Alifair!

Ran'l! Tolbert!

Come on, honey.
Come on, come on.

Jim!

Alifair.

Ma

Ma

Mama.

Mama's here.

Elias, torch 'em!

Damn.

That oughta burn 'em out!

Anse, I'm gonna flank 'em!
Y'all cover me!

Don't let no one get away!

Thank God, you're safe.Johnse, they're aimingto kill everybody!

You know I can't stop it.

They hate each other too much
to back down now.

They won't be happy
till they're all dead.

We can't run away now.What else can we do?

You can stand up
and fight like a man, boy.

That's what you can do.

Stand aside, Uncle Jim.
We're leaving.

We won't be a part
of this killing.

I'm sorry, nephew,

but I cannot allow you and
your little witness there

to go off telling folks
what you done seen.

You gonna stop us?

Hell, boy, you're a traitor.

You're a disgrace to meand to your entire damn family.

Your daddy would bea whole lot better off

without a traitorous cowardlike you around.

I reckon one of themrotten McCoys near donefound you back here

andshot you both dead.

Now that's what I reckon.

Hell.

God damn!
Damn! Damn!

Run!

Go on, get out.

Go to hell!

Aagh!

Johnse!

Damn, boy.
I did not think

you would actually go and
shoot your old Uncle Jim.

Damn.

This little ladyof yours here,

can't allow her to gobirthin' no more of themlittle McCoy bastards,

so we're gonna haveto finish this right here

and now.

It is finished.

Devil.

Where's ol' Ran'l?

Ran'l and Tolbertgot out the back.

You were supposedto stop them.

What are you doing here?

Well

You know how it is, Anse.

You remember what I told you?

Where was you goin', son?

Away.

As far as I could.

Away from the McCoys.

Away from the Hatfields.

Are you sure you wantto cut out on your familylike that?

I have to.

All right.

Pa!

Yeah?

Take care of that leg.

I will.

Let's get out of here.

Where's Uncle Jim?

Ran'l must've shot himwhen he snuck out the back.

Got Elias, too.

We better fetch 'em out.

Can't leave anybody behind.

Bring 'em back to the house.

So, this feud with the families

has finally come to a head.

Yes, sir, and it was a massacre.

McCoy's house was
burnt to the ground,

his wife and his daughter
was shot dead,

and two of his boys were executed

on the banks of Tug Fork.

How many McCoys are there left?

Just Ran'l and his son Tolbert,

but they got a slew of relatives.

Enough to keep
this thing going?More than enough.

Frank, we need to bringthese people to trial.

That's not the answer, Governor.

We need to form a troop of soldiers

and take 'em out by force.

There has to be another way.This is not a military matter.

It is now.

I'm gonna assemble the men,

and we'll move out in the morning.

I forbid it.

You what?

There are some men
at the door. Soldiers.

Thank you.

General Burbridge,

it seems that you have been
relieved of your command.

What?

This is preposterous!
They can't do this!

I believe you havean army escort waitingfor you at the door.

Good day, sir.

You'll be sorry for this.

Good day, sir.

Congratulations, Governor.

Well, it had to happensooner or later.

Now, as far as thisother matter goes,

I want it taken care ofas soon as possible.

Well, that, sir, is gonna require

me crossing into West Virginia.

I don't care anymore.Just do whatever it takes.

Thank you.

Frank

you bring 'em in
one way or another.

One way or another.

Well!

You must be hungry, child.

Let me fix you something to eat.

Thank you, ma'am.

Come this way.

Tennis, help me in the kitchen.

Watch your step, child.

Ssst! Ssst!

"Train up a child in the way

he should go when he is young,

and even when he is old, he

will not depart from it."

Welcome home, son.