All language subtitles for Gunfight at Dry River 2021 WEB [karagara]

They say that when flies

become sticky, it means
a storm is brewing.

I am Juan.

Tell me, Juan,

why has nobody taken this
house for their home?

Old man once
lived here, señor.

There is a hole in the roof.

Señor, who are you?

Alonzo.

Alonzo Murrieta.

Sir, I can help you with that.

I don't know who in hell
you think you are, Mister,

but that's our well
you're stealing from.

My grandfather
built that well.

I say you ain't nothing
but a thieving trespasser.

Search him.

He's unshucked.

Your grandpa, huh?

Should imagine that gives
a man a right to a drink.

That depends on what side
of town he might be from, see?

Last I heard, we done
shifted the border over some.

That is to say, we ain't
in no Mexico no more, boy.

What brings you here?

I'm here to reclaim
my father's possessions.

Pedro Alonzo Murrieta.

It was his dying wish
that I reclaim his house.

Why would a man think
of this cursed place

when he busy dying?

Don't make no sense.

Don't make no sense, Verne.

What do you think?

I think I'll strip him
out of them fancy clothes,

put him in a wooden suit.

He may even be rich.

Did you come in a wagon?

Huh?

Hell, ain't this one lucky day?

Huh?

Shut up, Reid.

I ain't shutting up, Cooper.

No siree, Mother's
already digging

a grave for this lying squatter.

Beautiful.

I can kill him now, huh?

brother.

They don't mean no good.

They'll wreck his
pants in this place.

Now, why don't you tell us
what you're doing, Mister?

'Cause I ain't seen shit worth
a Boston dollar around here.

The house, ruined as it
may be, I'm making a claim.

May I?

Mexican bosch.

The house deeds.

I bet he killed that man.

You killed that man you call
your father, you yellow screw?

I came to claim my house
and my share of water.

You want some of
that there water, huh?

Well, you can just go right
on ahead and take some.

Come on, y'all.

Better not keep me,
.

There's water for everyone.

Today, you can
take what you want.

That bastard knows something.

I was born alone, now
I'll surely die alone

if I'm to stay here.

Forgive me.

I'm gonna make the bell sing.

I'm gonna get you
boys outta bed.

Close.

Real close.

Like this.

You a greedy man.

Greedy man don't got
no place in Dry River.

I draw only what you allow.

Once a day.

Just like the rest.

You double dipping.

Go on and finish up
now then, grandpa.

Go on now!

Dang, Reid, your aim's
just as bad as your coffee!

Well, this time I'm
gonna make the bell sing

for you, brother.

I bet you can't.

Goddamn it.

It was an accident.

It was God's work,
I swear, Cooper.

It was God's work.

Pedro, I always
knew you would return.

Help us.

Water.

Water.

Clarissa!

Now, let this be a
lesson to all y'all!

Even fate don't got no
sympathy for rule-breakers.

Out here, we decide who
drinks and who dies.

Comprende?

Huh?

Damn straight!

There's enough for a few
weeks of muddy tortillas, Papa.

Don't you go now worrying.

I hear they raise
prize cattle Midwest.

That's what you need.

I'll be able to live
on what you leave me.

At the well earlier,
there was a stranger.

A man, just another man.

A gentle soul.

I ain't interested in
no light-footed stranger.

He'll be going on,
like all them others.

He smelled of
honesty, Clarissa.

Hold still.

Whatever in hell do
I need to be clean for?

Shush, Father.

The man that died at the
well, he recognized you.

It was my father
he recognized.

We wear the same face.

The same clothes, also.

Same eyes.

And the same gun.

They best work
together when you come

from a family of hunters.

Some water?

Take it, I have enough.

There's no such luxury
here, not normally.

Then I travel with
good luck on my side.

Good luck doesn't go
by the name of Dry River.

There's nothing but ruin and,
beyond that, only desert.

I must get back to my father.

He'd like you to eat
with us, if you care to.

If she'd care
for me to oblige,

I may be more than
willing to accept.

She would.

What do you
think you're doing?

Back the hell away!

Stubborn like a mule.

Let me see that face.

Murrieta, sure thing!

A gentleman should
remove his gun

if he's to dine at the table.

My apologies, Miss.

Pedro Murrieta.

He said he'd find where
the rain had gone.

The mountains.

Quiet's all he was.

I would've brought him here.

Men came.

Landowners,

empowered by Porfirio
Diaz's regime.

They took his
land, and his life.

Well, that
ain't good to hear.

I sorted them.

I did.

And with that, I wish
for no hunting no more.

Did he ever mention
the burial of a priest?

A priest with a
passion for gold.

No, sir.

The only name he mentioned
was before his last breath.

That of Miguel de Sandoval.

Do you know where
Don Miguel rests?

I do not, Miss.

Then it's for the better good.

I figure this is in
relation to those settlers.

Don Miguel, the priest,
he beguiled the villagers

to his faith, convinced
them that the statue

in the church would turn to gold

if they followed him in prayer.

One day, the town woke
up to find exactly that.

I heard similar
tales, mainly from men

with a crazy, yellow
gleam in their eye.

Fool's gold, maybe,
but it don't much deter

the likes of those
that come looking.

I assure you, an empty
house with a hole in its roof

is as much as I'm
laying claim to.

I gathered a few
of Murrieta's things.

The trunk in the stable,
it's still there.

We'll find it.

Do you see any future, son?

I lost my future when
I bloodied my hands

with my father's murderers.

All I hoped to find
here was peace.

I guess there is no such place.

Dry River.

Do you still
think he's honest?

His heart beats strong,

whether for love or
gold, I neither know.

Follow me.

See those tracks?

Supply wagons use this route.

They used to stop here, but
gave up on us a few years ago.

It's like waiting for the rain.

Then they're sure to return.

They will come, but
not while word is out

there are robbers among us.

How far to the nearest towns?

About five full days'
ride that way, Nogales.

Seven the other way to El Paso.

I used to travel there often
before Boone lost his sight.

she also went blind.

A fash of gunpowder
from a faulty round.

My father likes to
say he lost his sight

from staring
incessantly straight

at the bright, blinding
beauty of my mother.

What will a hunter prey in
a starved country like this?

We're the ones
being hunted tonight.

We should get back.

Good evening, ma'am.

You take my water?

Good try, boy.

There's more lead
in him than meat.

No joke, you
ungrateful bastard.

Yeah, but how many
times did you have

to go shoot the poor
little critter, huh?

This ain't no time to
go wasting bullets!

Hell, I have enough
bullets left to make

a colander out of
your ugly face.

Dang, Reid!

When are you gonna learn
to start using your head

for something
other than combing?

Wasting bullets or wasting time,

we ain't got time to do neither.

Clean yourselves up.

Damned disgrace.

Reid's been hunting.

Stupid asses.

Get it on a plate, and wipe
the blood off the table!

That little prince, he thinks
he's some kind of sheriff.

I trust him about as much
as I trust you, Cooper.

At least he has the
decency to visit the church.

Because he knows
something, that's why.

If he does, then the
Lord God brought him to us.

Me, I don't
believe in nothing.

Only this.

Mother's become
so damned religious,

she's training the town
rats to stand up and pray.

Tomorrow, we can really start,

dig out the last section
where we planned.

We are close now.

Once the news spreads, people
will come from far and beyond.

Women will come and
build their homes here,

and their communities
under new laws.

Hear me when I say,
they will come.

They will!

War widows will come,
and they'll turn

this dirty wasteland into a
fertile, child-rearing plain.

♪ Near the priest,
I asked my boys ♪

♪ Whenever there's a storm ♪

♪ Montana is too cold for me ♪

♪ The winters are too long ♪

♪ Before the rounds do begin ♪

♪ The money is all gone ♪

What we got here?

Howdy, stranger.

Just shut
up and dig, Reid.

We need to find the damn statue.

Get out the way.

Dang, there's nothing here.

That priest, I reckon
he was as crooked

as a dog's hind legs.

Yeah, well, you try
telling sweet Mother that.

We got one spot left to
try, boys, and that's it.

Who in the
hell do he think he is?

He ain't been doing
much but mending his roof.

Old Reid's been watching.

This place is much improved.

I had a mind to come
find you as soon as it was.

I can't stay here.

It's not safe for me to stay.

A couple of days ago,
they did it again.

Knocked a man galley-west for
taking one bucket of water.

Yeah, I heard it,
from the boy Juan.

Child of that age should not
have to witness such savagery.

It was beautiful here once.

You really do think
the rains will come?

Might could just as well
be digging our own graves.

A man sure as hell needs to be

fixing to make
something of himself

if he wants to
call himself a man.

Needs a pretty woman,
too, real pretty.

Like Clarissa Hawkins.

Don't you even dream
of her, you dirty dog!

Good day, brother.

May I ask you of water?

I trade you.

Here.

Take it.

Take it.

It will bring fortune on you.

Take it.

It's all I have.

Sorry to be nosy.

I just saw you .

I just follow you.

You're leaving.

On foot?

There is nothing here
left for me to hold on to.

If I stay, I die.

But if I go, I might
die, too.

I'd rather feed the
vultures than die

down there by bullets.

Greed, fools,
digging for nothing.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Perhaps they dig
in the wrong place.

Soil, gold, makes
no difference.

Takes more than food and water

for the human soul to thrive.

You came here with good
intentions huh?

I hear that.

But beware, to bring
honor to this town,

it might cost you your life.

When did you draw this water?

Sunup.

Hmm, I have taste this
before, and it was bad medicine.

Hold up, sheriff.

I'll put a bullet right
between your pretty eyes.

Time we all got
properly acquainted.

You're safe here.

So you are Alonzo Murrieta,
son of Pedro Murrieta,

a man who buried the dead.

You've been well informed.

I got everything
he owns right here.

This sucker ain't worth a
can of corned beef no more.

Mama.

You wanna take a look?

Fine drawings.

A worthy document.

Pedro Murrieta was a
man of many talents.

He must've been a good father.

Brought me up
well enough to know

a family of jackals,
should I run into them.

It must be so
tiresome to be so alone.

I don't blame your bitterness.

Us humans weren't
born to live alone.

Wouldn't you agree?

Family is the most important
institution for humans.

And family needs rules.

Without them, life descends
into a spiral of sin.

You, I wonder, so
handsome, so young,

why'd you come to this
decayed and thirsty town

that's only meant for the dead?

I'm here to honor my
father, and the town

that his father and his father's
father before him built.

He's lying.

I have lived much,
been shoved around,

stolen from, pushed
to wield a gun.

When I heard about this
place, I had a vision

that there was a town that
history could be rewritten.

I knew it was me, and
transcend this town, I will.

That's quite some work to
be done against the odds.

There are no odds
that don't shrink

at the point of a gun, son.

I very much believe we
share a common ambition.

Don't we?

Except my ambition
for this place

doesn't allow room for
thieves and murderers.

I think it's time you told us

your interest in our business.

I saw him.

Yes, I saw him, when I
was asking for charity.

He was watching you, he was.

He has it.

That thing.

What you up to, stranger?

Gonna tell us the truth
now, ain't you, boy?

I ain't got
nothing to tell you.

Ain't nothing gets
my balls on fire

like a man trying to
take me for a fool.

Blow his bloody brains out.

Blow his bloody brains
out, that's what I say!

Unload that pistol in here,

and you'll have me to answer to!

Wanna play with me, boy, huh?

You wanna play with me?

Come on now.

Get off me, get off me now.

Cooper!

Get off me!

Got him, brother.

We just playing, Ma.

We just playing.

Ain't no thing.

Enough of this vulgarity.

I was starting to like
you, son of a gravedigger.

You ain't got but
five seconds left

for you to explain what's
in that fancy book of yours.

They're my father's drawings
of old Dry River's town.

Shows how it was
before the drought.

Why, he ain't-
- Let him speak, Cooper.

Give him some
water, not too much.

People been treating this
place like a candy store.

Señor, señor, that
table water is flawed.

I've tasted and
seen, it's no good.

Shut your mouth!

My mama's talking.

You better start
flapping your gums, boy.

The few that didn't
die of thirst and left

buried what they had so they
could come back for it later.

I ain't interested
in no one else

but Miguel de Sandoval
and what he buried.

There ain't no record of
no priest, and no statue.

He's lying like a rug, Cooper.

He lie, he lying.

He told me you were digging
in the wrong place, huh?

I swear it.

Is this true?

You better start
talking, boy, 'cause I'm

just about down with
digging, you hear me?

The cemetery.

It ain't the only
place they got buried.

Spit it out, boy.

The orchard.

They used the orchard.

Say, in the interests
of all, we need

strong men for the town,
for those who will come.

You work with me,
and, in return,

God willing, when
all is said and done,

peace will prevail, and that
is what you desire, is it not?

Peaceful will be the day that
sees you riding out of here.

Now, show our new partner
some homegrown respect.

Not too rough on him, boys.

Give him some breathing
space, you got that?

Sure, Mama.

I'll look after him
like my own blood.

Show him home.

We start tomorrow
for the orchard.

One more thing, Murrieta.

We kill deserters.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Damn right.

Yesiree, I'd eat my
own boots for a taste of rain.

Shut
your cock holster.

No killing.

You, your father, and
others need to stay safe.

They'll leave.

It's a cruel life.

You get a glimpse of hope,
just to tear it away.

Clarissa, I'm
not dead, not yet.

I intend to survive.

You have, your
father, and many more.

And many have died.

The desert is vast,
that is certain.

But dreams.

My heart is beating,
and I hope yours is, too.

I call that love.

My heart is feeling, also,

and nothing can stop that now.

Not me, not you.

I call that a gift.

I am scared.

Despite the
oppression, believe me,

I would rather die
with you in my sight

than live anywhere else.

Promise me you
will fight, Alonzo.

Fight for your life.

If you die now that
I have found you,

I will surely die, too.

Dang, Verne.

You ain't gonna
do it, brother.

What do we need
him for, anyway?

We need him.

I've gone and invested
way too much sweat

to have you take it out from me

for the infatuation of a woman.

Yeah, I'm looking
at you, Cooper.

What do you know
about feelings, huh?

Straighten out, or I'll
be taking that there gun.

The hell you will.

Get some water.

We're getting low.

He's sick.

That bonny girl he
set his sights on,

she got eyes for the sheriff.

On your feet.

Look like this one done caught
that yellow fever, brother!

Hell, there's no
remains in here,

but we could easily change that.

Where next, sheriff?

Hey, he's talking
to you, mountain boy!

Let me tell you something
about those mountains, Cooper!

Easy, boy.

They're full of animals,
some big, and some small,

but all of them have brains
bigger than your own.

That's why you've been out here

for six months
and found nothing!

You boys need water.

You might could've killed me.

Hell.

Mama, Mama, the well,
the well's almost dry.

It ain't good, no.

Then, it never was.

Well, what
are we gonna do?

Carry on, son.

This ain't right, Mama.

We should leave while the
horses are still healthy.

You don't wanna do that, Reid.

Think about it.

You don't wanna abandon
what you've sweated

so hard for, do you?

Go back to being nobodies?

I don't care for
anyone's laughter, Mama.

I don't need nothing,

nothing else than being alive.

My gut tells me
this ain't right,

messing with the dead and all.

I don't like the way
you're talking, Reid.

We Ryles, we stay close,
through good and bad.

We stick together.

Catch.

Go tell your brothers
we must hurry.

Now is the time to
plead to the Lord.

The water in the
well is vanishing.

We must plead with
truth and propriety.

We must unite our
voices together

to invite the Lord to
reconsider his resolution.

Dear Lord, in thy
mercy, send rain

on this dry and waterless town.

We pray in your name.

These are blessing stones
of the holy church.

Do as I do.

We pray in your name.

Pray.

As I pray.

Come and pray with me.

It's not
God I come to find.

I see.

I heard
you at the well.

I wish to tell you me
and my father's thoughts.

And why would I be
interested in you?

Forgive me for saying,

but waiting for God
to do something,

it would make more sense
to send the men for help

to Nogales or El Paso.

And what kind of help
do you think we'd get

with nothing of value here?

Human lives,
they are valuable.

If the God you serve
has reached those towns,

they will show us mercy.

I have only ever
seen you in shadow,

like so many around here.

We have land.

The men could go get a loan
and dig the well deeper.

I know when a young
woman exudes love.

You weren't born to grow
old and lonely here.

This is all about Alonzo
Murrieta, ain't it?

I knew you wouldn't listen.

Faith, young woman!

We must prove our faith!

It's all or nothing.

Then
the God you serve

is just as dead as your heart.

Clarissa Hawkins,
no one leaves.

The
well is almost empty.

Now, listen.

I hear nothing,
only my breathing.

Only your fear.

Listen.

We have no means.

Etta is the priest returned.

She holds the town.

We must leave.

I am at the wrong end of life,

and I didn't make it
all the way to this age

by choosing to follow fear.

Every scar, every ache,
every white hair you see,

earned the hard way every
day by not giving up.

Every day.

Now, you let me
take those with me,

you let me take the worry and
the fear with me, my child,

and you, yes, you, just
make sure to be free.

Dare to follow your heart.

And give me pride.

That's all I ask of you.

No, no, no.

Father!
- Shush.

Clarissa...

trust Alonzo.

And now, my dear,
you must...

fight for survival.

Now load the pistol.

I'm not minded
to do no killing.

Load the pistol.

Needs oil.

Try the peacemaker.

Now hold it firm.

There's a coffin here,
and I'm gonna find it.

Dig!

You've gone all wrongheaded
since that woman got at you.

She'll be mine.

Wrong, sweet
brother, she'll be his.

Ain't nothing gonna fix that
mud fence ugly face of yours.

You mean this
little critter here?

Huh?

Look at him.

He can't tell skunks
from house cats, huh?

What you looking at, huh?

What you looking at?

De Sandoval.
- What'd you say?

Huh?

De Sandoval.

What you say, boy?

That's it right there,
that's the tree there.

That what you mean?

We're supposed to
be digging there?

Is that what you mean?

He says we should
be digging there!

What you got there boy?

What is it?

Son of a gun!

Woo!

Yeehaw!
- What you got?

It's down here, Reid!

Come on.

What is it?

Affection for my
mind, spirit, and soul,

be granted.

Come on now, help
me get that lid off.

Huh?

Huh?

It's just a bunch of damn crap!

Now leave this town,
and tell those you meet

there is no hidden
gold in Dry River.

What are you gonna
do, Alonzo Murrieta?

We will
live our lives.

Without water?

I will ride
to Nogales, bring help.

And then?

I will
marry the woman I love.

Well, I say we hang him
from that there Apache pine.

Whisky just ain't
my temple.

Hold up, hold up.

We will do this, but
we'll do it proper.

We gonna hang you where
the whole town can see you.

Pack your war bags,
gather the horses,

any water you can find.

We'll hang him in the morning.

Then we'll ride on.

Keep him pretty.

You don't wanna spoil the
spectacle for the onlookers.

It ain't about
her no more, Mama.

Of course it is, son.

It's about me.

Our kin never did
like to feel humiliated.

Go, tell her you love her.

I gave you a brain,
damn it, use it!

Okay, Mama.

You will have three days,

three days until your
skin starts to shrink,

your blood starts to thicken,

and your organs start bleeding.

I like it when you're
thinking of me, Sheriff.

Come the dawn, you will swing,
and that's a stiff fact.

Yes, sir.

Watch him, brother.

Clarissa.

I come to you unarmed.

Then you made a mistake.

I made a few, but
now I wanna make good.

Then you'll turn around
and take me to Alonzo.

You're gonna leave
here with me, princess.

I'm offering you a
chance to start over.

You're drunk.

I'm asking for your hand.

I would rather die
than go with you.

Just put the gun down
now, please, sweetie pie.

Clarissa!

Clarissa!

Pa!

No, no, no, no.

No!

No, no.

Daddy.

No.

Step aside!

Your weapons are no
match for our guns!

Our fight is not with you.

Lead us to Murrieta,
and we will ride on.

I'm right here, Cooper.

Now, drop your
guns, do it slowly.

You heard what
he said, cowboy.

Is this what I get for
all the help I give you?

Y'all know what's
been going on here,

and, yet, look at ya.

Not one of you willing to
do what has to be done.

The Lord's work!

This town has been dealt
a great disservice,

a tremendous disservice
to town and country.

I have worked tirelessly on
this lawless southern border

to rebuild, to establish rules,

to make you all more righteous
in the eyes of our Lord.

And you, your blasphemous father

got what he had coming to him.

Neither he nor you possess
the guts to honor this land,

and you call
yourself an American?

Well, I got
something to tell ya.

This town belongs in the Union.

Warning has passed.

This is Satan's
last stronghold.

Enough!

Now step down off that
horse, Etta Ryles.

Real slow.

You stay where you are, Ma.

Ain't you glad we're leaving?

Happy to have the town back?

You ain't leaving.

You gave up that right when
you murdered my father.

Seems we can't agree none.

Get off of that horse,
Etta, or Verne gets it first.

I'm unarmed, son.

Verne, Reid, drop your guns.

Now you.

Get off that horse.

And make one false move,
and I'll blow your face off.

Word is, Confederate
State Army are passing

through here in five days.

You'll be handed over to
them when they come through.

I'm taking my horse
and I'm riding on.

That's right, ain't it, Sheriff?

Can't let you do that, Reid.

What have you done, son?

What have you done?

You ain't no family.

Cooper!

You will swing from that
noose either dead or alive!

Come on, little prince.

You ain't nothing but
a little rowdydow.

Cooper!

Cooper!

Cooper!

I'm done running.

You brought this on
yourself, Clarissa.

If you'd have just loved me,

your father would
still be alive.

But he's in a better place now.

Where my father is
and where you're going

are two different places.

You won't shoot me, Clarissa.

I know you, your kindness
is your weakness.

Throw down.

I told you, Clarissa.

I'm done running.

Yes, you are.

Marry me in hell, Cooper Ryles.

Sand and
dust from old, heavenly books.

Tales of fertile
lands, golden wheat,

and green woodlands.

♪ Rain is falling from the sky ♪

♪ Into your eyes ♪♪

♪ Into your eyes ♪

♪ Pain is recalling
all the times ♪

♪ When the hellfire
wind was burning ♪

♪ From the sin inside ♪

♪ So pack up all your things ♪

♪ And live to tell
and hitch a ride ♪

♪ Driving through the
dark with a devil ♪

♪ Sitting by your side ♪

♪ Feeling so blue like
you're splitting in two ♪

♪ In your mind ♪

♪ But it doesn't really matter ♪

♪ When you're sinking
in the sands of time ♪

♪ Blame you cannot hide ♪

♪ When you take a little
stroll through your soul ♪

♪ In the mirrors of your mind ♪

♪ Day, it turns to night ♪

♪ In the dark of your
heart, something's wrong ♪

♪ It will never be right ♪

♪ So pack up all your things ♪

♪ And live to tell
and hitch a ride ♪

♪ Driving through the
dark with a devil ♪

♪ Sitting by your side ♪

♪ Feeling so blue like
you're splitting in two ♪

♪ In your mind ♪

♪ But it doesn't really matter ♪

♪ When you're drowning
in the sands of time ♪

♪ Sink or swim, but
you'll be drowning ♪

♪ In all the bodies
washing up with the tide ♪

♪ And you can't begin
to ever live again ♪

♪ 'Cause no one's getting
out of here alive ♪

♪ It's insane to want to die ♪

♪ But you're living each day ♪

♪ Like you've already
slipped away ♪

♪ Angel's wings will fly ♪

♪ Over your grave when
they save your soul today ♪

♪ So pack up all your
things and live to tell ♪

♪ And take a ride ♪

♪ Driving through the
dark with a devil ♪

♪ Sitting by your side ♪

♪ Feeling so blue like
you're splitting in two ♪

♪ In your mind ♪

♪ But it doesn't really matter ♪

♪ When you're choking
on the sands of time ♪

♪ No, it doesn't really matter ♪

♪ When you're sinking
in the sands of time ♪

♪ No, it doesn't really matter ♪

♪ When you're drowning
in the sands of time ♪