All language subtitles for Tall Tale (1995)(HD)_Eng

Samson, come on, giddy-up.

Giddy-up, boy.

Come on, Samson, giddy-up.

Samson, come on
now, giddy-up.

Giddy-up, Samson.

Daniel, where have you been?

Your father's fit to be tied.

Mother, there was a
horseless carriage.

Oh, I was afraid it was
something like that.

You and your
flights of fancy.

Daniel, what are we
gonna do with you?

As if your father and i don't
have enough to worry about,

what with all that's
happenin' in town.

Where's pa?

In the barn,
tendin' to Samson.

Sorry, pa.

Sorry ain't good enough.

Just lucky Samson
didn't break a leg.

Pa, there was a
horseless carriage

right here in
Paradise Valley.

This is a farm, Daniel.

Work's got to be done

when it's supposed
to be done.

I hate the farm.

What was that?

I said I hate the farm!

I wish you'd sell it!

I hate it!

You don't know what
you're saying.

Yes, I do.

It's nothing. It's just a...

Just a dried-up, miserable
piece of ground.

You hold your tongue!

There's wood needs splittin'.

You go on. Get to it.

Go on!

A man works and slaves to
give his son something,

something worth havin',

and he throws it back
like it don't mean beans.

He's just a boy, Jonas.

He's 12 years old.

Sun be settin' soon.

Trout be near starvin'.

I ever tell you
about the time

Pecos Bill wrassled
John Henry

at the upside-down mountain?

At least a hundred times, pa.

That many, huh?

Well...

What about that morning
Pecos Bill spiked

Paul Bunyan's flapjacks
with hot chili peppers?

Bunyan's breath came
spurtin' out like fire.

Burned down the entire
Arizona territory.

I reckon I told you
that one, too.

What about the time

old Pecos Bill took
on, single-handed,

50 of the toughest,
meanest outlaws

this side of the Rockies?

A person'd have to be a
fool to take on 50 men.

Them 50 varmints,
they slapped leather,

but, before you could
say pass the peas,

old Pecos Bill
pulled and emptied

both his six-shooters,
and shot off

the trigger fingers of
each and every last one

of them desperates.

Trigger fingers?

Well, it was Sunday.

Pecos never killed
on a Sunday.

Pa, it's just a tall tale.

Just 'cause it's a tall tale

don't mean it ain't true.

It's crazy talk.

Then old Pecos Bill,

he swung his lariat and
roped a passing twister,

and he rode off into the sky.

Pa, Pecos Bill ain't real.

He's out there,

where there's still enough elbow
room for a man to wander.

He's out there,

where the land's still
young and wild.

You don't believe me?

I swear to you, by the
Code of the West.

Pecos Bill is as
real as you and me.

Now, you know the Code
of the West, don't you?

Yeah, pa, I know.

Respect the land.

Defend the defenseless.

And don't you never spit in
front of women or children.

What do you want me to do?

You want me to bow down?

You want me to sell like
the rest are going to?

If it means staying
alive, yes.

Why does it always have to
be you that's the hero?

Why does it always have to be
you that sticks his neck out?

Because somebody's got to.

Jonas, no guns. Sarah.

This isn't one of the
stories you tell to Daniel.

It ain't that bad.

You're so quick to
risk your life.

What about your family?

What about us?

That's why I'm doing this.

I'll be back before
you know it.

Be careful.

Giddy-up!

Well, I'm selling, 'cause
I don't know the man

to take "no" for an answer.

He can't make us sell,

not if we all stick together.

My pa was a farmer.

And I know what it's
like to work the land

till your hands are
blistered and raw,

hoping the weather
won't turn bad,

praying the crop
will come in,

hangin' on when it don't.

Oh, yeah.

I know what it's
like to be a farmer.

And I got out, hallelujah.

Now I'm giving you
all the same chance

I made for myself. A way out.

$50 an acre.

Cold cash. With that kind of
pocket change, my friends,

you can buy yourselves a
nice, new house in town,

fill it with all the
modern conveniences.

Industry makes them things.

Factories going 'round the
clock, oil wells to power 'em--

that's the future.

And then what?

And who might you be, friend?

The name is Jonas Hackett.

And you ain't no
friend of mine.

What happens after Mr. Stiles

and his partners
from back east

are all done tearin' and
rippin' apart Paradise Valley?

Just like you did over the
mountain in Gravity Valley.

I'll tell you what happens.

Jefferson County
will be next.

But, Jonas, $50 an acre!

It's a lot of money,
no question about it.

This is the deed to my farm.

My farm!

It's got my sweat in it.
My blood, too.

It's where my
children were born.

Where my father is buried.

And it's where I want
to be buried, too.

And that's worth a lot more
to me than $50 an acre.

It's worth a lot more
to me than any price.

I ain't sellin'.

Night, Jonas.

Huh?

Daniel?

Howdy, pa.

Unh. Just heard you and ma.

You be quiet, now,
and listen to me.

You take this deed.

You take it and don't you
let anybody have it,

no matter what.

Pa--
no matter what!

Do you understand me?

Now go! Go on!

Pa, listen--
go, blast it! Go!

He don't have it.

The deed. Where is it?

I told ya. I ain't selling.

Don't play games with me.

You had it at the meeting.

The kid!

He musta give it to the kid.

Find the brat.

If he gives you any
trouble, kill him.

Pa!

I've done everything
I can do.

It's in the Lord's hands now.

Jonas is tough.
He'll pull through.

Well, I'll tell
you one thing.

I'm selling. Pulling out.

No piece of ground
is worth dying over.

Where am I?

Stick 'em up.

Hands above your head.

Now. But...

Zeb, search him.

Search him.

Get out of there.
Come on, boy.

Hands above your head.

Hey, what have we got here?

Hey, that's mine!
Give it back!

That's his. He wants it back.

Hands up. Hands up.

I hear some jingle.
Hee hee hee.

We got 16 cents.

Hot spit.

Any--any gold in his teeth?

Ow! Open that mouth, boy.

I count one--
wider!

2...

4 fillings. Oh, ho ho.

Somebody ain't been brushin'.

Grub, let me kill this one.

You killed the
last 2 in a row.

That's 'cause I'm
better at it than you.

Aw.

What's fair is fair.

How am I gonna get good at it

if I don't practice?

Oh, all right. Go ahead.

No.

Heh heh heh.

Should I shoot him

right between the eyes?

Oh, ho ho ho.

So long, kid.

Sorry to stunt your growth.

Now, don't you move.

Hee hee hee.

Ow!

Trigger finger.

Somebody done shot off

my trigger finger.

Yeow!

Aah!

Oh, oh, oh!

Aah!

Who are you?

I'm a ring-tailed roarer.

I can draw faster,
shoot straighter,

ride harder, and drink
longer than any man alive.

I ride cyclones, and I wres--
got a name, don't you?

I'm gettin' to that.

I am the rip-snortin'-est
cowboy that ever rode

north, south, east, or
west of the Rio Grande.

I'm Pecos Bill.

Yeah, ok, and I'm
Santa Claus.

Friendly cuss, ain't
he, Widowmaker?

Name's Daniel.
Daniel Hackett.

Well, Daniel Hackett,

I believe them
varmints got something

that belongs to you.

Come on, Mister.

Let us go. We--

we was only foolin'.

Huh? Huh?

We wasn't gonna hurt the boy.

Just one bullet, that's
all it would have been.

I oughta plug you
two right now.

But I make it a rule never
to kill a man on Sunday.

But today's Wednesday.

Wednesday?

Oh!

Ha ha.

So, where you headed,
Daniel Hackett?

Where am I?

Texas.

Texas?

Where'd you think you was?

I don't know.

Last thing I remember

is falling asleep
in Paradise Valley.

Guess my boat must
have gotten loose.

Drifted all the way down
from Paradise Valley?

I know. I can't
explain it, either,

but it's the truth.

Where you going?

South, down Mexico way.

Mister, I gotta get home.

My pa's bad hurt.
I gotta take care

of my mom, my little brother.

Well, you stay here,
you're gonna fry

like a bug on a hot skillet.

You best come with me.

Put some muscle into it!

Get out of the way!

Ow!

Ow!

Come on. Stop draggin'.

Paradise Valley.

My idea of heaven.

Iron, coal, oil, copper.

Riches beyond the
imagination.

Just waitin' for a few
rugged individuals

with the vision,
the strength,

and the means to make
their dreams come true.

Gentlemen, we stand on
the edge of history.

What about the deeds?

Ah, we'll have 'em tonight.

Do you mean to tell me

you still don't
have the deeds?

It's under control.

Now, listen, Stiles.
What happens if we

complete the tunnel,

and the farmers
still haven't sold?

This is the west.
Things are simple here.

There's only one law:
Winner take all.

And I plan to take it.

Well, you best be right.

Otherwise you'll end up

right back where you started.

Just another gun for hire.

By the time that
tunnel breaks through,

I guarantee you, we
will have the deeds

to every inch of
Paradise Valley.

One way or another.

Whoa, Widowmaker.

We'll make camp here.

Good boy, Widowmaker.

Unh!

Whoa, boy!

Whoa, Widowmaker.

Easy, son.

Widowmaker's kind
of particular

about folks takin'
liberties with him.

Matter of fact, last
man who tried that,

Widowmaker kicked him
so hard he ended up

halfway to the moon.

Name of Lanky Hank.

He bounced up and down
for a month of Sundays

till finally I just
had to shoot him down

so he could have
a proper burial.

The moon's thousands
of miles away.

There's no way a man
could bounce that high.

You sure do know a lot

for a half-growed piglet.

So how's this for
plain English?

Stay away from the horse,

or he'll kill you.

I'll try to remember that.

See that you do.

Heh heh heh.

Shh.

Ha ha ha.

Kind of makes it all
worthwhile, don't it?

I ain't goin' to Mexico.

Aw, who said anything
about Mexico?

We're headed north.

Paradise Valley?

You got some business
to settle, ain't you?

But, why?

Why would you go out
of your way for me?

You comin', or ain't you?

Hackett's farm.

Right smack in the
middle of everything.

Without that deed,

I won't have a
bucket to spit in.

Well?

Hackett's kid's disappeared.

And the deed with him.

Or, in other words,
you let him get away.

Me?

No, uh, kid got
hold of a boat.

He slipped down--

I want that kid!

I ain't lookin' for a
fight with this Stiles.

I just want to get back
to Paradise Valley.

Well, sometimes the fight
comes lookin' for you.

Finds you, too, no
matter where you hide.

It would be a hundred to one.

Nobody can win
against those odds.

A hundred to one?

Job like this calls
for a big man.

Mr. Paul Bunyan.

Paul Bunyan? Yeah, right.

Oh.

Bunyan?

Never heard of him.

That's 'cause he don't exist.
Ha ha.

You ain't never heard
of Paul Bunyan?

Greatest logger of 'em all.

No.

Come on, Daniel,
let's haul freight

out of this manure wagon.

Hey, come here. Come here.

Huh?

I hear that you're
lookin' for big Paul?

You know Paul Bunyan?

Know him?

By cracker, yeah.

I've flipped more flapjacks

and slung more hash

than you can shake a fist at.

Tryin' to fill the
belly of that fella.

I never could, you know.

Well, would you know
where he might be?

Paul pulled up stakes

when the first machinery
moved in here.

The last I heard,

he'd settled in the
great redwood forest.

Well, I am much obliged
to you, old feller.

Appreciate it.

Um, thank you, sir.

Good luck to you.

Just some old geezer.
What does he know?

More 'n you.

Howdy.

Hey! Get off of him!

We'll take that deed, kid.

Ha ha!

Unh!

Pecos, help me!

Pecos!

Hang on, Daniel.

Pecos!

Pecos!

Aah!

Hyah!

Let's go, kid. This way.

We gotta get you out of here.

All right now, come on out.

Huh?

That a boy, Widowmaker!

Get the hell out of here.

Down that pipe
and keep going.

Say hi to big Paul,

and good luck.

Get back here, kid!

Come on. What're you waitin' for?
Jump!

Hyah! Hyah!

Ha ha ha!

What I can't understand is how'd
they know we were comin'?

They read the telegraph.

The what?

Strings of wire
which allow a man,

let's say, over
in San Francisco,

to talk to a man
in New York City.

Go on. Y-you're tellin'
me a tall tale.

There ain't no voice
that can carry that far.

They don't actually talk
to each other, see--

but word has it that
that's comin', too.

There's a man named Bell,

he's claimed that people can
be hundreds of miles away

and hold a conversation

like they're as close
as I am to you.

Everybody will know
everybody else's business?

In no time at all,
there ain't gonna be

a single place left a man
can find any privacy.

I tell you, about everybody,

everybody and their dog is
probably after us by now.

Well, used to be when a man got a
head start, it meant something.

At least we got away.

What the--

never enough for you
termites, is it?

Not enough you swindled
me out of my camp,

robbed me of my trade.

Now you want my woods, too.

You want it all!

I'm makin' my stand.

At least, if i go
down swingin',

I go down like a man.

Aw, hush up, you log-brain.

Pecos?

Let me take a gander at you.

You steamin' pile
of buffalo puckey.

You're still ugly.

I told Sam.

They're not loggers,
they're butchers.

Them with their
fancy machines.

Cutting down
everything in sight.

The weak with the strong.

Sapling with the full-growed,

so nothing could
ever sprout again.

You know what Sam said?

He said I was
behind the times.

Me.

Paul Bunyan.

The man who invented loggin'.

Who thought up the
double-bladed axe, huh?

Me.

Who dreamed up the log flume?

Me again.

Don't think it's
easy, either.

My head hurt for days,
coming up with that one.

What about the grindstone?

Flapjack contest? Wedge cuttin'?
3-point stance?

Me! Me! Me! Me!

Maybe I'm just old-fashioned.

But in my day,

we didn't kill the land.

We just borrowed from it.

Well, now, what in tarnation
you gonna do about it?

I'm gonna do as i
durn well please,

and the rest of the world

can go to the blazes.

And would that be includin'
Paradise Valley?

Paradise Valley is
no concern of mine.

You're not Paul Bunyan.

Who says I ain't?

My pa used to tell me
stories about Paul Bunyan.

He said that Paul Bunyan
was a giant of a man.

A man who could
tame a continent,

a man who could look danger in
the eyes and laugh in its face.

Well, he did get
those parts right.

Well, not from
where I'm sittin'.

Seems to me you're just hiding
out, feelin' sorry for yourself.

Pecos, who is this kid?

Seems to me that you're
just plain scared.

You are not the Paul Bunyan
my pa was telling me about.

How old are you, kid? 12.

Do me a big,
sequoia-sized favor.

Stay out of my way
if you wanna be 13.

Is that ox really blue?

'Course he is.

He was born during the
winter of the blue snow.

Move it, pecos, he's
feelin' frisky.

You move it.

We are movin' it.

Big blue bag of beef ought
to be haulin' logs,

not haulin' ass.

Pardon my French.

Don't you worry, pretty baby.

Papa's here.

He's not gonna let the
bad man hurt you.

You watch your mouth, Pecos.

Babe's very sensitive.

We'll catch the ferry
at Liberty City.

Save us 3 days
of hard riding.

Liberty City? Home to
every horse thief,

bush whacker, con artiste
in the territory.

Who will try his hand

against the latest miracle
of modern technology?

I am offering 10 to one
odds that this new machine

can drive steel faster
than anyone alive.

Now, come on! Come on!

There's gotta be someone
here man enough to try!

You, sir.

Come on, someone out there!

There's gotta be someone
here man enough to try!

Whoa!

My name's John Henry.

And mister, you got
yourself a bet.

Whoa!

I'm offering 12 to
one, the machine wins!

It'd be a sucker's
bet at 20 to one!

$100 even money says he whoops
that gol-dang contraption.

Even money, Pecos?

You can do better than that.

I don't know, John Henry,

that thingamajigger looks
like it means business.

We'll see.

You ready?

I'm missing my shaker.

Can't drive steel
without a shaker.

Who will hold for this man?

And be squashed like a
tin can by his hammer?

There ain't nobody
that dim-witted.

Come on, somebody's gotta
have the gumption!

You can forget about it!

Widowmaker!

Pecos!

Sorry, Daniel.

I gotta protect
my investment.

Pecos!

That's a brave boy!

Everybody, how about
a round of applause

for this courageous
young man!

May the lord have
mercy on his soul.

Mister, I can't do it!

You don't know what you
can do until you try.

Come on.

Come on, boy.

You just grab a
hold of this drill,

and give it a shake and a turn
after each time I hit it.

All right. What
if you miss it?

I never miss.

Leastwise, I haven't yet.

Ready? Ready!

Aah!

Come on, come on!

Aah!

Aah!

4-foot jumper, son,
make it snappy!

Come on!

Come on, John Henry!

Paul Bunyan!

As I live and breathe! Ha ha!

You live and breathe later!

You got a race to
win, so move it!

Time to get serious.

Come on.

♪ this 20-pound hammer ♪

unh!

♪ shines like silver ♪

unh!

♪ shines like silver ♪

unh!

6-foot jumper, son!
Go! Hurry!

Hurry, boy! Hurry!

I can't do it!

Come on!

They're too far ahead!
Come on!

Come on, son!

Aah!

Aah!

Aah!

Get up, Daniel!

Get up, boy!

Aah!

Damn!

The machine wins.

Aah!

Thank you, gentlemen,

thank you for your
time and your money.

Sorry.

You gave it your best shot.

Well, if you gave
it your best shot,

you ain't got nothing
to be sorry for.

Go ahead, Widowmaker.

Might as well get
your licks in, too.

Looks like the boy has
been through here.

Hey! J.P., look at this.
Somebody's finger.

Somebody's trigger finger.

My record was perfect
before today.

Now you are forever tarnished

with ignominious defeat.

Aw, come on, fellows,

he's just a kid.

He's bad news, bill.
In breeches.

He ain't that...

What is it?

Sarsaparilla.

To the code.

To the code.

What do you know
about the code?

Plenty.

My pa's always
goin' on about it.

Knowin' about the code ain't
the same as livin' by it.

Good enough.

To the Code of the West.

Code of the North.

The code of the South.

Respect the land.

Defend the defenseless.

And don't never spit in front
of women and children.

You just stepped
over the line, boy.

Well, howdy, friend.

How about me buyin'
you a drink?

Sure. Just as soon as I'm
done skinnin' this marmot.

Holler if you need a hand.

What, 'cause you're
saddle sore?

He ain't even
worth your time.

I'll be the judge of that.

I'd take that drink
if I was you.

So what are you drinkin'?

Whiskey.

Jasper.

Let me have some whiskey.

Shucks.

Gentlemen, to Texas...

The nearest thing to heaven
on god's green earth.

You from Texas?

I do have that honor, sir.

I thought I smelled
something funny in here.

Ha ha ha ha!

Easy, Pecos.

Can't scrap on an empty
stomach, you know that.

Mister,

are you insulting the
great state of Texas?

The great state of two-bit
tin horns, you mean?

Mister, you can insult me,

and you can insult
my friends.

As a matter of fact,

you can even insult my
mother or my horse.

But, mister, don't
you ever insult

the great state of Texas.

You're good.

You even hit like a Texan.

All right! Party's over.

Anybody else?

Anybody make a move and
I'll fill 'em full of lead.

Or my name ain't
Calamity Jane.

Jasper, who started
this confabulation?

Uh, them two,

and, uh,

where'd that other
one get to?

Well, paint my toenails
and curl my hair.

Calamity? My cactus flower!

Don't "cactus flower" me,
you double-crossin' dog.

I missed you, darlin'.

If only you knew how much

I've been thinkin'
about you--

I know too well,

you pissant, flea-infested
little weasel.

Oh! Unh.

Calamity, you are lookin'
mighty pretty tonight.

Tryin' to sweet talk me?

You hairy, overgrown,

mealy-mouthed, two-faced,

lyin', yellow-bellied,
snivelin' snake!

You gutless, brainless,
heartless sidewinder!

You ain't still sore
about Amarillo, are you?

Ya had to bring up Amarillo?

What's she got agin'
you, anyway, Pecos?

Oh, I run out on her.

Now, Bill.

Why would you wanna go and
do something like that?

Calamity's a mighty...
Handsome woman, Pecos.

Oh, I know.

In her own way.

Have you a drink, big boy?

Maybe some other time.

Ho ho ho! What's the matter?

Is it past your bedtime?

Kid run away faster
than a scared rabbit.

Amen and good riddance.

He bothered me.

And why shouldn't he run?

You been agin' that boy
since you set eyes on him.

What in tarnation?

It's Daniel!

Ho, Babe!

Ho, ox! Ho, Babe!

So, Daniel Hackett,
how does it feel

to be on the wrong
side of the law?

Oh, fine, just as long
as my ma don't find out.

Boy, I didn't know
you had it in you!

That's my ox!

What's that noise?

Whatever it is, it's
coming this way!

Faster, you dumb ox!

Go, ox!

Run, Daniel! Run, boy!

Come back here, you
lily-livered cowards!

Stupid ox!

What's wrong with
that dumb animal?

Why ain't he pullin', Paul?

Why'd he quit pullin', Paul?

It's very simple.

If you insulted him,
you have to apologize.

Paul.

Mr. Pecos Bill.

I ain't apologizing to no ox.

Babe, Uncle Pecos thinks

you're the prettiest
blue ox he ever did see,

and he is very, very sorry

for any hurtfulness he
may have caused you.

Now pull!

Yeah! Go, baby!

Come on, Babe! Pull!

Aah!

Whoa!

Ha ha ha! Yeah!

Timber!

All right, spread out.

Find the boy, head
to the ferry.

Oh, dear!

Timber.

Take that, you pissants!

I'm Paul Bunyan!

I'm 300 pounds
of ragin' fury!

You're in trouble now!

Don't point your little
gun at me, you sissy!

I can out-eat, out-swing

any one of you!

I'm Paul Bunyan!

I got him! Ha ha ha ha!

Give me that deed, punk.

Whoa!

Unh!

Come with me, Daniel boy.
Come on.

Ooh! Ooh! Uhh!

Nobody's gonna hurt you, son.

Just hand over that deed.

You shot pa!

Son, your pa's a fool.

He's stuck in the past

and he wants you stuck
there with him.

But that ain't what
you want, is it?

You don't wanna waste
your life behind a plow.

Uh-uh. You want
more than that.

You hate that farm!

It ain't nothing
but a dried-up,

miserable piece of ground.
Now...

Gimme that deed!

Son, you're trying
my patience.

Gimme that deed

like a good little boy!

Yah!

Aah!

Kid, trouble seems to
follow you like a bird dog.

Lucky for me, I
got my friends.

Yeah, well, we ain't
that good friends.

Get your carcass off of me!

Move it, kid!

Get 'em! Get 'em!

Move it, kid! Move it!

Come on, Daniel! Run, boy!
Come on!

Run, Daniel, run!

Come on!

Come on, Pecos!

Run! Come on! Hurry up!

Aah!

Timber!

This ain't over, kid!

Not by a long shot.

Thinking about your pa?

I used to bait a
line with my daddy

when I was a young 'Un.

Never caught much, but
that was never the point.

Seems like fishing's
the only time

me and pa actually get along.

You two lock horns, huh?

As far as pa's concerned,
I can't do nothing right.

My daddy was the same way.

Always telling me what to do,

like I didn't have
no mind of my own.

Exactly.

Although, I know i should
have finished the plowing.

Well, now, see,
he only bothered

on account of how
much he cared for me.

Daddy was just doing
the best he knew how.

That's why it grieves me

I never got the gumption

to tell him how I
felt about him.

Why not?

Daddy got sold downriver.

Sold?

We were slaves.

It's too late for me.

Let's hope it's not
too late for you.

First that blasted ox,
now a goldurn jackass!

Might as well be
riding turtles!

Cold molasses is a mule.

I wasn't referring to her.

Shake a hoof.

Come sunup, we got the endless
desert to contend with.

The endless desert?

The hottest, meanest stretch of
desolation this side of hell.

Sure is dark. Sure is.

You know, I once
seen a picture

of New York City at night.

It's all lit up with these
electric light bulbs.

We could use a few of
them right about now.

Electric lightball?

Light bulbs.

They're balls of glass which

light up 100 times brighter
than the brightest candle.

Go on!

Pretty soon, people
won't need lanterns,

won't have to go chop
their wood to make fires,

just turn this little knob

and these electric light
bulbs just come on.

But I like chopping wood.

Pretty soon there
won't be no darkness.

It'll be like
noontime at midnight.

How are folks gonna
see the stars?

They just...Won't see
the stars, I guess.

Well, I don't like it.

No sirree Bob, I
don't like it one--

oh, heh heh heh.

If you ask me, I think he's
telling us a tall tale.

Yeah, that's a tall tale.

That's a tall tale, for sure.

Heh.

That's the god's
honest truth.

Not see the stars?

Hotter than a June bride
in a feather bed.

What? This ain't nothin'.

Not compared to
that summer of '88.

It was so hot that all the
chickens was laying fried eggs,

babies was crying
sawdust, and--

great, we're outta water.

Things got so bad that the whole
state of Texas lit on fire,

so I hightailed
it up to Kansas--

does this story have a point?

Or does it just go
on and on and on

like this stinkin' desert?

Yeah, this story has a point.

I blew out the dang fire.

You know what? I'm
getting sick and tired

of you complaining and
whining all the time.

I'm lost in the middle
of a giant barbecue pit,

and I don't know what's
gonna kill me first:

The heat, the thirst,

or having to listen to
your incessant yammering!

You, shut up! Shut up!
Shut up!

Y-you overblown tub of lard!

You stay out of this.

You--you contest-loser!

What did you call me? Aah!

Shut up!

You're nothing but a
big, fat quitter!

Quitter! Quitter! Quitter!

Big, fat quitter!

Quitter! Aah!

Pa?

It's all right, Daniel.

It's just a mirage.

He was there.

It is amazing

the things the
heat'll do to a man.

I just want to get home.

Well, things can't get
no worse than this.

Huh?

Pecos!

Good morning.

"Early to bed, early to rise,

"makes a boy
healthy, wealthy"...

And alive.

Harm one hair on
that boy's head

and you're a dead
man, Stiles.

I got no quarrel
with you, cowboy,

or your friends.

You sure got a peculiar
way of showing it.

The deed.

You can't have the--

we don't have a prayer.

We never did.

If that's your way of
thinking, I reckon we don't.

You don't stop
progress, cowboy.

That's the difference
between me and you.

I can adjust to the times.
You can't.

Don't listen to him, Daniel.

We can beat this thing yet.

You just got to believe, boy.

Where do you get off telling
me what to do, huh?

Where do any of you get off
telling people how to live?

That's it, boy!
That's the spirit!

Don't lose the dream, Daniel.

You don't know
what you can do

until you try.

Don't give up on
yourself, kid.

You all are nothing!

You're just a bunch of tall
tales that my pa made up.

And you

are nothing but hot air.

I ain't got all day, boy.

Time is money.

Don't do it, Daniel.

Ha ha ha ha!

I--I'm the
ring-tailed roarer.

I can draw faster,
shoot straighter...

♪ 20-pound hammer
shine like silver ♪

I can out-eat, out-swing
any man alive...

I just want to get home!

I am the
rip-snortin'-est cowboy

that ever rode north,
south, east...

I just wanna get home! Or
west of the rio Grande...

Pa?

Pa?

What are you doing? Move it!

No!

Ma!

Daniel! Ma!

I'm back! I made it back!

Your father. He's
gonna be all right.

Pa?

Pa? Daniel.

Pa, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

It's all right, son.

I knew you didn't mean any
of those things you said.

But I did, pa.

I even told pecos
you was a fool!

I told him you was stupid

for standing up like ya done.

But I was the one

who was being stupid, pa.

I was the one who
was being a fool.

Pecos? Pecos Bill.

You had a talk
with Pecos Bill?

Pecos Bill and Paul
Bunyan and John Henry.

They were all there.

They were just
like you said, pa.

Well, now. Where was this?

It was in the desert.

Redwood forest. Liberty city.
The great caverns.

Sounds like you covered
a lot of territory.

Well, we had to.

Stiles and his gang were on
our tails the whole ways.

J.P. Stiles?

But it's ok because the
deed's right here.

The valley's still
right here,

and we still got a
chance to save it, pa.

Daniel.

You don't believe me?

Daniel, you fell
asleep on the boat.

Ma, they were there.

I mean, they was as
real as you and me.

Pa.

You believe me, don't ya?

Yes, son.

I believe you.

We still got the deed, pa.

I don't know how,
but--but we still got it.

And j.P. Stiles ain't
getting this farm--

son. You did fine.
You did just fine.

Not that it matters anymore.

But, pa, it does.

It does matter. It
matters all the world.

We're selling.

No piece of ground
is worth dying for.

I guess it's just about time
you faced up to that, too.

You're giving up?

Wising up.

No, pa.

No, pa! The land's
defenseless!

Pa, if you give in,

you don't know what's
gonna happen here.

Daniel, you heard
your father.

Now let him rest.

Ma, somebody's got
to do something.

Daniel, please.

Gentlemen, your health!

Your health.

Anything?

Clear the track!

The west. Indeed.

That kid's blocking
the tracks.

Well...

I see your pa sent a
boy to do a man's job.

I come of my own accord.

The time for deeds
is over, kid.

Get off the track!

I'm telling you to get
out of Paradise Valley.

A little speck of
dust like you.

You really think you
can stop all this?

Well, maybe not,

but I sure am going to
give it my best shot.

All right, have
it your way then.

Run him over.

I said, run him over!

Get off the tracks, Daniel!

Don't be a fool!

Daniel!

Aah!

Help! Help me!

Aah!

God help him.

What the hell?

John Henry,
where've you been?

Just waitin' for you to
make your move, Daniel.

Just waitin' for you
to make your move.

Hah!

Kill them, and
be done with it!

Hold it right there.

Mister, I got no
fight with you.

Nah. Defenseless young 'uns

and farmers are
more your style.

Mister, you just
killed yourself.

Trigger fingers!

Trigger fingers!

My trigger finger's gone!

Well, come on, what're
we waiting for?

More steam!

All right, all right.

I'll pay you $150 an acre!

$200 an acre!

300! We did it!

5--$500 an acre!

You fools!

One more ought to do her.

Boy, be reasonable.

You know we're going
to win in the end.

Stop!

Just stop.

All right, all right.

I admit it.

You got me over a barrel.

My back's to the wall.

Name your price.

I ain't interested.

You fool!

There'll be others
just like me.

More after them
and after them.

Long as there's a
profit to be made.

We'll never stop.

We're comin'!

Not through our land!

Aah!

Daniel!

Atta boy, Daniel! Yay!

We did it.

We sure did!

Kinda makes it all
worthwhile, don't it?

It's a right nice
sunset, huh, pa?

Yes, Daniel.

It's a good one.

Well, time to call it a day.

Come on.

Let's get washed
up for supper.

Comin'?

You go on.

Think I'll just...
Stay here a piece.

Pa!

I love you, pa.

I love you, too, son.

We've come to say
good-bye, Daniel.

I knew you would.

Thanks, Paul.

Thank you, Daniel.

Me? Yeah, you.

Thanks to you, I've got my
old appetite back again.

Hell, Babe and I are going to
head on up to the alaskas.

Hear they got some little tiny
forests ain't even half-growed yet.

What about you, John Henry?

I've been thinkin' about a rematch
with that there steam drill.

Well, if you ever
need a shaker...

I'll keep you in mind.

Much obliged, too, Daniel.

To the Code!

The Code!

Well, you done right, Daniel.

I was beginning to think it weren't
possible to do right no more.

Now 'cause of you,
I know it is.

You're the one who
did everything.

Widowmaker!

Whoa.

So long, Widowmaker.

So long, boy.

Well, hop on.

Me alone on Widowmaker?

Less'n you don't
have a mind to.

Here you go.

Hyah!

He's all your'n,
Daniel Hackett.

Pecos!

So long, Daniel!

Take good care of Widowmaker!

Pecos, don't go!

Don't worry about it. You can
handle things from here!

Yee-ha-ha!

I am a ringtailed roarer!

I can draw faster,
shoot straighter,

ride harder, and drink
longer than any man alive.

I'm the
rip-snortin'-est cowboy

that ever rode north, south,

east, or west of
the Rio Grande!

I'm Pecos Bill!
Whoo-ha-ha-ha!

So long, Pecos.

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