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THIS PROGRAMME CONTAINS SOME VIOLENT SCENES | 0:00:02 | 0:00:09 | |
WOMAN: "Dear Mr Inman, | 0:00:28 | 0:00:31 | |
"I began by counting the days, | 0:00:31 | 0:00:34 | |
"then the months. | 0:00:34 | 0:00:35 | |
"I don't count on anything any more | 0:00:35 | 0:00:38 | |
"except the hope that you will return... | 0:00:38 | 0:00:42 | |
"and the silent fear that, | 0:00:42 | 0:00:45 | |
"in the years since we saw each other, | 0:00:45 | 0:00:47 | |
"this war, this awful war, | 0:00:47 | 0:00:50 | |
"will have changed us both beyond all reckoning." | 0:00:50 | 0:00:52 | |
MAN: This poor boy's from Alabama. | 0:01:44 | 0:01:46 | |
He's a long way from home. | 0:01:46 | 0:01:49 | |
Why don't them Yanks just attack? | 0:01:53 | 0:01:55 | |
It's Mo Oakley's boy. | 0:02:13 | 0:02:16 | |
Can't be old enough to fight, can he? | 0:02:16 | 0:02:20 | |
Good morning. | 0:02:24 | 0:02:27 | |
Morning, son. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:29 | |
Got some boots and jackets. You want one? | 0:02:29 | 0:02:32 | |
Here. You want that? | 0:02:32 | 0:02:34 | |
Thanks. | 0:02:34 | 0:02:35 | |
I hope these boots can hold up for 400 miles, | 0:02:35 | 0:02:38 | |
cos they're taking me back to Cold Mountain. | 0:02:38 | 0:02:41 | |
WOMAN: "I think now on the fleeting moments between us | 0:02:45 | 0:02:49 | |
"and wish I could repair them. | 0:02:49 | 0:02:51 | |
"My awkward nature, the things left unsaid." | 0:02:52 | 0:02:56 | |
All right, that's it. | 0:03:02 | 0:03:03 | |
Enough powder here to blow a hole in the sky. | 0:03:07 | 0:03:10 | |
Yeah, a real Yankee good mornin'. | 0:03:10 | 0:03:13 | |
That old book of yours is in shreds. | 0:03:26 | 0:03:28 | |
Same as us. Seen too much war. | 0:03:32 | 0:03:35 | |
Hey, Oakley. Don't worry, son. | 0:03:35 | 0:03:38 | |
Them Yankee boys keep store hours. | 0:03:38 | 0:03:41 | |
They ain't open yet. | 0:03:41 | 0:03:44 | |
Close it up. | 0:03:53 | 0:03:55 | |
Man: Hey, where'd you come from? | 0:04:07 | 0:04:09 | |
- Hey, that's fresh breakfast. - He's mine, Butcher. | 0:04:09 | 0:04:13 | |
THEY ALL SHOUT | 0:04:13 | 0:04:14 | |
Hey, I saw him first. | 0:04:14 | 0:04:16 | |
Get your paws off my rabbit! Get your paws off my rabbit! | 0:04:21 | 0:04:24 | |
WOMAN: "When I came with my father to the town of Cold Mountain, | 0:05:06 | 0:05:09 | |
"I was so shy of how I looked, so out of place. | 0:05:09 | 0:05:14 | |
"But did you know how happy I was | 0:05:14 | 0:05:16 | |
"to escape from Charleston, | 0:05:16 | 0:05:18 | |
"from a world of slaves and corsets and cotton?" | 0:05:18 | 0:05:23 | |
MAN: What do you fools think you'll be fightin' for? | 0:05:23 | 0:05:26 | |
The South? | 0:05:26 | 0:05:27 | |
I call this nail Northern Aggression. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:29 | |
Damn right! | 0:05:29 | 0:05:31 | |
I call this nail the Yankee Skulls. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
Last time I checked, the South was a direction. | 0:05:33 | 0:05:36 | |
Never figured you for a Lincoln lover, JT. | 0:05:36 | 0:05:37 | |
As soon as I finish this chapel, | 0:05:37 | 0:05:39 | |
I'm going to go off and kill me some Yankees. | 0:05:39 | 0:05:41 | |
Piss and vinegar. | 0:05:41 | 0:05:43 | |
Fightin' for a rich man's slave, that's what. | 0:05:43 | 0:05:45 | |
Whoa, here comes the minister. | 0:05:45 | 0:05:47 | |
Ben, will you assist my daughter? | 0:05:47 | 0:05:49 | |
Lord have mercy, look at that bonnet. Look what's IN it! | 0:05:49 | 0:05:53 | |
Oakley, hand me the hammer, boy. | 0:05:53 | 0:05:55 | |
That's a true Southern belle. | 0:05:55 | 0:05:57 | |
Mr Swanger! Good morning to you. | 0:05:57 | 0:06:00 | |
Morning, Reverend. | 0:06:00 | 0:06:02 | |
Esco, you remember my daughter, Ada. | 0:06:02 | 0:06:04 | |
Miss Monroe. | 0:06:04 | 0:06:06 | |
Good morning. | 0:06:06 | 0:06:07 | |
ALL: Morning. | 0:06:07 | 0:06:09 | |
Excellent progress. Morning. | 0:06:09 | 0:06:10 | |
Mrs Swanger, Mrs Castlereagh. | 0:06:10 | 0:06:13 | |
Now, if y'all will excuse me. | 0:06:13 | 0:06:15 | |
In Charleston, my congregation would still be disputing | 0:06:15 | 0:06:18 | |
the size of the windows. | 0:06:18 | 0:06:19 | |
Miss Monroe, I was just thinkin' about you. | 0:06:21 | 0:06:24 | |
Cold Mountain must feel like the end of the world. | 0:06:24 | 0:06:26 | |
Not at all. | 0:06:26 | 0:06:28 | |
It's very beautiful. | 0:06:29 | 0:06:31 | |
Well, you put us all to shame. | 0:06:31 | 0:06:34 | |
Men up here had a bearing on what they thought a woman was. | 0:06:34 | 0:06:37 | |
And then you showed up. Oh... | 0:06:37 | 0:06:39 | |
No, I doubt that. | 0:06:39 | 0:06:41 | |
Oh, believe me, | 0:06:41 | 0:06:42 | |
if you was to say a word to one of these fools, | 0:06:42 | 0:06:45 | |
I could get my top field cleared. | 0:06:45 | 0:06:47 | |
Anyone? | 0:06:47 | 0:06:50 | |
No, um... | 0:06:50 | 0:06:51 | |
Him in particular. | 0:06:51 | 0:06:54 | |
Up in the rafters. | 0:06:54 | 0:06:55 | |
Won't normally say boo to a goose. | 0:06:55 | 0:06:59 | |
He's been pressin' me since the day you arrived here. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:04 | |
- Your top field cleared? - That's right. | 0:07:09 | 0:07:12 | |
Good morning. I'm Ada Monroe. | 0:07:16 | 0:07:20 | |
Inman. | 0:07:20 | 0:07:22 | |
Inman. | 0:07:22 | 0:07:24 | |
WP Inman. | 0:07:24 | 0:07:26 | |
WP Inman. | 0:07:27 | 0:07:29 | |
Repeatin' a thing doesn't improve it. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:31 | |
People call me Inman. | 0:07:33 | 0:07:35 | |
How 'bout that? Inman speaks. | 0:07:37 | 0:07:40 | |
If you were to take a glass of cider, your friends might stop staring! | 0:07:40 | 0:07:44 | |
Inman. | 0:07:46 | 0:07:47 | |
Thank you. | 0:07:55 | 0:07:56 | |
And what do you do? | 0:08:05 | 0:08:06 | |
I work wood. | 0:08:06 | 0:08:08 | |
Hunt. | 0:08:08 | 0:08:10 | |
Mostly work wood. | 0:08:11 | 0:08:13 | |
Clear fields? | 0:08:16 | 0:08:18 | |
I can clear a field. | 0:08:22 | 0:08:25 | |
Was there something in particular you wished to say to me? | 0:08:25 | 0:08:30 | |
Not that comes to me. | 0:08:33 | 0:08:35 | |
I'll say thank you... for the cider. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:45 | |
HE CHOKES | 0:08:55 | 0:08:57 | |
# No ploughman's blade will cut thee down | 0:08:59 | 0:09:04 | |
# No cutlass wound will mark thy face | 0:09:07 | 0:09:13 | |
# I've gone to find my ain true love | 0:09:13 | 0:09:19 | |
# I've gone to find my ain true love. # | 0:09:19 | 0:09:26 | |
THEY YELL | 0:10:02 | 0:10:04 | |
Move back! Go back! Move back! | 0:10:31 | 0:10:34 | |
Go back! Go back! | 0:10:34 | 0:10:36 | |
They're trapped in their own damn crater. | 0:10:36 | 0:10:39 | |
Whole plan backfired on 'em. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:41 | |
Send them Yanks straight to hell. | 0:10:41 | 0:10:43 | |
Hold it, hold it. | 0:10:43 | 0:10:45 | |
Let's go. Turn around. | 0:10:45 | 0:10:46 | |
Damn fools dug their own grave. | 0:10:48 | 0:10:51 | |
We've got 'em now, boys! | 0:10:51 | 0:10:54 | |
It's a turkey shoot. | 0:10:55 | 0:10:57 | |
What? | 0:10:57 | 0:10:59 | |
It's a turkey shoot. | 0:10:59 | 0:11:01 | |
They've run themselves into a hole. Hell's busted. | 0:11:01 | 0:11:04 | |
WAR CRY | 0:11:17 | 0:11:18 | |
Oakley! | 0:12:03 | 0:12:05 | |
Oakley! | 0:12:17 | 0:12:20 | |
SCREAMING | 0:12:23 | 0:12:24 | |
Oakley! | 0:12:26 | 0:12:27 | |
HE SCREAMS | 0:12:40 | 0:12:41 | |
Inman! Inman! | 0:12:52 | 0:12:55 | |
Oakley! | 0:12:55 | 0:12:56 | |
Oakley! | 0:12:59 | 0:13:01 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:13:20 | 0:13:22 | |
Inman! Come on! | 0:13:27 | 0:13:29 | |
I got you. | 0:13:35 | 0:13:36 | |
I got a few. | 0:14:03 | 0:14:05 | |
You saw? | 0:14:06 | 0:14:08 | |
I saw. | 0:14:08 | 0:14:09 | |
Am I going to die? | 0:14:12 | 0:14:14 | |
Your folks can be real proud of you. | 0:14:17 | 0:14:20 | |
Son, this fellow says he'll play whatever you want. | 0:14:33 | 0:14:37 | |
What about Bonaparte's Retreat? | 0:14:40 | 0:14:42 | |
That's one I play. | 0:14:42 | 0:14:44 | |
No. Play me somethin' sweet. | 0:14:48 | 0:14:51 | |
Like a girl's waiting for me. | 0:14:51 | 0:14:54 | |
You heard him. | 0:14:54 | 0:14:57 | |
I only know a couple of tunes. | 0:14:57 | 0:15:00 | |
Like when you're at Bishop's Creek... | 0:15:00 | 0:15:02 | |
and you're thirsty... | 0:15:02 | 0:15:05 | |
and the water's so cool. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:08 | |
I don't know what music that is. | 0:15:09 | 0:15:12 | |
PLAYS MOURNFUL TUNE | 0:15:23 | 0:15:27 | |
I'm reachin' Cold Mountain before you. | 0:15:37 | 0:15:39 | |
ADA: Good morning, Sally. | 0:16:15 | 0:16:17 | |
CLANGING | 0:16:19 | 0:16:21 | |
Well, that's a fine-sounding thing. | 0:16:22 | 0:16:24 | |
Oh...my piano. | 0:16:24 | 0:16:26 | |
Oh, I've been missing it. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:31 | |
Thank you, by the way. | 0:16:31 | 0:16:33 | |
Inman's in my top field, clearing his debt. | 0:16:33 | 0:16:35 | |
Oh, dear. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:37 | |
And then he had nothing to say. | 0:16:41 | 0:16:44 | |
He was happy. | 0:16:44 | 0:16:45 | |
Really? | 0:16:47 | 0:16:48 | |
Are men so different in Charleston? | 0:16:48 | 0:16:52 | |
Men? | 0:16:54 | 0:16:56 | |
I don't know. | 0:16:57 | 0:16:59 | |
If you're sayin' you might like him, | 0:16:59 | 0:17:01 | |
why not go and say good mornin'? | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
I should be gettin' along. | 0:17:05 | 0:17:07 | |
Walk on. | 0:17:07 | 0:17:09 | |
Come on. Walk on. Slowly. | 0:17:10 | 0:17:12 | |
Walk on. | 0:17:12 | 0:17:14 | |
ADA PLAYS THE PIANO | 0:17:14 | 0:17:16 | |
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:27 | |
My dear daughter, Ada, | 0:17:57 | 0:17:59 | |
who's given up so much for so long | 0:17:59 | 0:18:03 | |
to help me in my ministry and upon whom I rely. | 0:18:03 | 0:18:06 | |
Friends, we are both very happy | 0:18:09 | 0:18:12 | |
to have this opportunity tonight... | 0:18:12 | 0:18:15 | |
to thank you from our hearts | 0:18:15 | 0:18:18 | |
for your kind welcome and, most of all, | 0:18:18 | 0:18:22 | |
such a fine chapel. | 0:18:22 | 0:18:25 | |
COUGHING | 0:18:25 | 0:18:26 | |
So... HE COUGHS | 0:18:26 | 0:18:28 | |
.thank you, and God bless you. | 0:18:28 | 0:18:31 | |
Our house is always open to any of you at any time. | 0:18:34 | 0:18:40 | |
Welcome. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:41 | |
Esco? | 0:18:42 | 0:18:44 | |
That gentleman - he helped build the chapel? | 0:18:47 | 0:18:50 | |
Him? No, that's Teague. At one time, | 0:18:50 | 0:18:54 | |
the Teague family owned the whole of Cold Mountain. | 0:18:54 | 0:18:57 | |
My farm, your farm | 0:18:57 | 0:18:58 | |
all belonged to his grandpappy. | 0:18:58 | 0:19:01 | |
Teague wanted this place bad when you got it. | 0:19:01 | 0:19:03 | |
And he's here sniffin' out an advantage. | 0:19:03 | 0:19:06 | |
MONROE: There's no advantage here, | 0:19:07 | 0:19:10 | |
except to celebrate a job well done. | 0:19:10 | 0:19:12 | |
And that is a good thing in these troubled times. | 0:19:12 | 0:19:16 | |
Miss Monroe. Thank you. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:18 | |
Were you never planning to come inside? | 0:19:23 | 0:19:25 | |
I'm wetter than a fish. | 0:19:25 | 0:19:27 | |
There's a good fire going. | 0:19:27 | 0:19:31 | |
I'm all right. | 0:19:31 | 0:19:33 | |
You're always carrying a tray. | 0:19:34 | 0:19:37 | |
I was going to take some root beer over to the Negroes. | 0:19:40 | 0:19:43 | |
Somebody said you were enlisting. | 0:19:51 | 0:19:54 | |
Are you? | 0:19:54 | 0:19:55 | |
If there is a war, we'll all fight. | 0:19:55 | 0:19:58 | |
Did you get a picture made? | 0:20:11 | 0:20:13 | |
Say again? | 0:20:13 | 0:20:14 | |
A tintype, with your musket and your courage on display. | 0:20:14 | 0:20:18 | |
You're laughin' at me. | 0:20:18 | 0:20:21 | |
I don't know you. | 0:20:23 | 0:20:25 | |
This doesn't come out right. | 0:20:29 | 0:20:32 | |
If it were enough just to stand, | 0:20:33 | 0:20:35 | |
without the words... | 0:20:35 | 0:20:38 | |
It is. | 0:20:40 | 0:20:41 | |
It is. | 0:20:45 | 0:20:46 | |
You... Look. | 0:20:49 | 0:20:51 | |
Look at the sky now. | 0:20:51 | 0:20:54 | |
What colour is it? | 0:20:54 | 0:20:56 | |
Or the way... a hawk flies? | 0:20:57 | 0:21:00 | |
Or you wake up... | 0:21:03 | 0:21:04 | |
And your ribs are bruised thinking so hard on somebody. | 0:21:05 | 0:21:09 | |
What do you call that? | 0:21:10 | 0:21:13 | |
I'll do that. | 0:21:21 | 0:21:23 | |
I can't get much wetter. | 0:21:25 | 0:21:27 | |
ADA: "What if you are killed and I'll never see you again?" | 0:21:30 | 0:21:34 | |
"You said after a few years, | 0:21:34 | 0:21:36 | |
"I would barely remember your name. | 0:21:36 | 0:21:39 | |
"Oh, Inman. | 0:21:39 | 0:21:41 | |
"It is more than three years, and I remember your name." | 0:21:41 | 0:21:46 | |
Soldiers... Don't get up. | 0:21:47 | 0:21:50 | |
You are mentioned tonight in my report. | 0:21:50 | 0:21:53 | |
You men from Cold Mountain | 0:21:53 | 0:21:55 | |
have once again been heroes for the cause. | 0:21:55 | 0:21:58 | |
There are Yankees in that stand of trees between us, | 0:21:58 | 0:22:01 | |
stuck there from the retreat. | 0:22:01 | 0:22:03 | |
If they stay there, tomorrow mornin', | 0:22:03 | 0:22:05 | |
they can shoot us down for sport. | 0:22:05 | 0:22:07 | |
Go around. | 0:22:10 | 0:22:12 | |
It's a Reb! | 0:22:16 | 0:22:17 | |
Under the trees! | 0:22:20 | 0:22:21 | |
Let's go! Let's go! Butcher's down. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:27 | |
INMAN: Leave him, leave him. He's gone. Let's go. | 0:22:30 | 0:22:32 | |
Go, go! Go! Run! | 0:22:36 | 0:22:38 | |
What's over by them trees? | 0:22:42 | 0:22:45 | |
INMAN: It's us! It's us! | 0:22:45 | 0:22:48 | |
Hold your fire! Hold your fire. | 0:22:50 | 0:22:52 | |
MAN SCREAMS | 0:22:56 | 0:22:58 | |
ECHOING VOICES: Inman'll get it. | 0:23:30 | 0:23:33 | |
Supposed to bring good luck, a bird caught in a room. | 0:23:33 | 0:23:37 | |
MONROE: I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting. | 0:23:37 | 0:23:40 | |
She'll just be a few seconds. | 0:23:40 | 0:23:42 | |
HE WHISTLES | 0:23:46 | 0:23:48 | |
Mr Inman. Reverend. | 0:24:43 | 0:24:46 | |
What can I do for you? | 0:24:46 | 0:24:47 | |
I have some sheet music. | 0:24:47 | 0:24:49 | |
It belonged to my father. | 0:24:49 | 0:24:51 | |
No use to me. | 0:24:51 | 0:24:53 | |
Thank you. | 0:24:53 | 0:24:54 | |
You must come in. | 0:24:54 | 0:24:55 | |
I should probably get along. | 0:24:55 | 0:24:57 | |
Mr Inman is more comfortable outdoors. | 0:24:57 | 0:24:59 | |
Perhaps we might... | 0:24:59 | 0:25:01 | |
Perhaps we might take a walk. | 0:25:01 | 0:25:03 | |
A splendid idea. | 0:25:03 | 0:25:05 | |
Let me just get your hat. | 0:25:07 | 0:25:09 | |
I dragged my poor daughter | 0:25:13 | 0:25:15 | |
400 miles from Charleston to Cold Mountain | 0:25:15 | 0:25:18 | |
because my doctors, they've been sayin' my chest is weak. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:22 | |
So the air's supposed to do me good. | 0:25:22 | 0:25:25 | |
But it's the view I think heals. | 0:25:25 | 0:25:28 | |
It's what people say we're fightin' for. To keep it that way. | 0:25:28 | 0:25:32 | |
I have no plans to preach war in my church, Mr Inman. | 0:25:32 | 0:25:36 | |
I imagine God is weary of being called down | 0:25:38 | 0:25:41 | |
on both sides of an argument. | 0:25:41 | 0:25:43 | |
I imagine God is. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:47 | |
Thank you. | 0:25:54 | 0:25:55 | |
Now, your father played the piano, did he? | 0:25:57 | 0:26:00 | |
That's right. He was a teacher. | 0:26:00 | 0:26:02 | |
And is your father living, Mr Inman? | 0:26:02 | 0:26:05 | |
He is not. And your mother? | 0:26:05 | 0:26:07 | |
No, sir. She died when I was born. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:09 | |
CHOIR SINGS | 0:26:31 | 0:26:34 | |
# Farewell, vain world | 0:26:37 | 0:26:39 | |
# I'm going home | 0:26:39 | 0:26:41 | |
# My saviour smiles and bids me come | 0:26:41 | 0:26:45 | |
# And I don't care to stay here long | 0:26:45 | 0:26:49 | |
# Sweet angels beckon me away | 0:26:49 | 0:26:54 | |
# To sing God's praise in endless day | 0:26:54 | 0:26:58 | |
# And I don't care to stay here long | 0:26:58 | 0:27:01 | |
# Right up yonder Christians... # | 0:27:01 | 0:27:05 | |
Secession. | 0:27:05 | 0:27:06 | |
North Carolina left the union. | 0:27:06 | 0:27:07 | |
# Oh, yes, my Lord | 0:27:08 | 0:27:11 | |
# For I don't care to stay here long... # | 0:27:11 | 0:27:14 | |
Whoo! | 0:27:14 | 0:27:15 | |
We got our war! Whoo-hoo! | 0:27:15 | 0:27:18 | |
# That I am born to die | 0:27:18 | 0:27:20 | |
# From grief and woe my soul shall fly | 0:27:20 | 0:27:24 | |
# And I don't care to stay here long | 0:27:24 | 0:27:28 | |
# Bright angels shall convey me home | 0:27:28 | 0:27:33 | |
# Away to new Jerusalem | 0:27:33 | 0:27:37 | |
# And I don't care to stay here long... # | 0:27:37 | 0:27:40 | |
We got our war! We got it! We got it! It's about time. | 0:27:43 | 0:27:47 | |
Whoo! | 0:27:47 | 0:27:49 | |
All right! MAN: Inman! Inman! | 0:27:52 | 0:27:54 | |
Ready to fight, son, ready to fight. | 0:27:54 | 0:27:57 | |
Whoo! | 0:27:57 | 0:27:58 | |
We got our war, man. | 0:27:58 | 0:28:00 | |
Well, you have your war. | 0:28:00 | 0:28:02 | |
Ada... | 0:28:04 | 0:28:06 | |
Ada... | 0:28:06 | 0:28:07 | |
It's a great day for North Carolina. | 0:28:08 | 0:28:11 | |
Those who follow Lincoln or preach abolition... | 0:28:11 | 0:28:15 | |
you best keep one eye open when you're sleepin'. | 0:28:15 | 0:28:19 | |
Ol' boogeyman might get you. | 0:28:19 | 0:28:21 | |
Are you the law all of a sudden, Mr Teague? | 0:28:21 | 0:28:24 | |
That's right, son. | 0:28:24 | 0:28:26 | |
Home guard for Haywood County. | 0:28:26 | 0:28:29 | |
And I'm the law from today. | 0:28:29 | 0:28:31 | |
Y'all go fight now. We'll watch over your sweethearts. | 0:28:31 | 0:28:35 | |
Hey, Teague. Why ain't YOU fightin'? | 0:28:35 | 0:28:38 | |
Cos he's too old. | 0:28:38 | 0:28:39 | |
WHOOPING | 0:28:39 | 0:28:42 | |
You might be safer back in Charleston. | 0:28:45 | 0:28:47 | |
But then who'll be waiting for you? | 0:28:52 | 0:28:55 | |
Three cheers for North Carolina! | 0:28:55 | 0:28:57 | |
Three cheers for the South! | 0:28:57 | 0:28:59 | |
Hip, hip, hurrah! | 0:28:59 | 0:29:00 | |
Hip, hip, hurrah! | 0:29:00 | 0:29:02 | |
Hip, hip, hurrah! GUNFIRE | 0:29:02 | 0:29:04 | |
Inman. It belongs to Inman. | 0:29:16 | 0:29:18 | |
I got it. He's here. | 0:29:18 | 0:29:20 | |
They found that book you been worryin' about, soldier. | 0:29:24 | 0:29:27 | |
Wait. | 0:30:07 | 0:30:08 | |
I found you this book to take with you. | 0:30:18 | 0:30:21 | |
William Bartram. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:24 | |
They tell me it's good. | 0:30:26 | 0:30:28 | |
I think he writes about these parts, the author, so... | 0:30:30 | 0:30:33 | |
Thank you. | 0:30:34 | 0:30:35 | |
And this. | 0:30:37 | 0:30:39 | |
I'm not smiling in it. | 0:30:47 | 0:30:49 | |
I don't know how to do that - | 0:30:52 | 0:30:55 | |
hold a smile. | 0:30:55 | 0:30:57 | |
BRASS BAND PLAYS | 0:30:57 | 0:30:59 | |
Ada. What? | 0:31:20 | 0:31:22 | |
FOOTSTEPS APPROACH | 0:31:41 | 0:31:43 | |
Whoa! He'll be back in a month! | 0:31:43 | 0:31:46 | |
Kiss her for me! | 0:31:48 | 0:31:50 | |
Come on, let's go. | 0:31:58 | 0:31:59 | |
I'll be waiting for you. | 0:32:04 | 0:32:07 | |
MAN: Look out the window, ladies. | 0:32:51 | 0:32:53 | |
See what these poor fools are dyin' for. | 0:32:53 | 0:32:56 | |
How many would still lose a leg for the rich man's slave? | 0:32:56 | 0:33:01 | |
Most of these soldiers'll be dead by morning, | 0:33:01 | 0:33:04 | |
or if they're stubborn, by nightfall. | 0:33:04 | 0:33:07 | |
I've other men outside in the courtyard waitin' for beds, | 0:33:07 | 0:33:11 | |
So any kind word will be a blessin'. | 0:33:11 | 0:33:14 | |
WOMAN COUGHS | 0:33:14 | 0:33:16 | |
It's the heat. I'm sorry. They rot. | 0:33:17 | 0:33:20 | |
Pigeon River... | 0:33:20 | 0:33:22 | |
How are you, son? | 0:33:22 | 0:33:25 | |
Cold... Mountain... | 0:33:25 | 0:33:28 | |
I'm sorry? | 0:33:30 | 0:33:32 | |
You want water? | 0:33:32 | 0:33:34 | |
(Cold...Mountain.) | 0:33:34 | 0:33:37 | |
Cold Mountain? | 0:33:38 | 0:33:40 | |
Cold Mountain. | 0:33:41 | 0:33:43 | |
Do you worry when there's no word from him? | 0:33:47 | 0:33:49 | |
From Mr Inman? | 0:33:49 | 0:33:52 | |
Yes. | 0:33:54 | 0:33:55 | |
But then I've tried counting the number of words | 0:33:58 | 0:34:01 | |
which have passed between Mr Inman and me - not very many. | 0:34:01 | 0:34:05 | |
But I think about him, Daddy, all the time. | 0:34:05 | 0:34:09 | |
I lost your mother after 22 months of marriage. | 0:34:09 | 0:34:13 | |
It was enough to fill a life. | 0:34:16 | 0:34:18 | |
ADA: That was the last of the ham. | 0:34:23 | 0:34:25 | |
MONROE: It was delicious. | 0:34:25 | 0:34:27 | |
I have to learn how to cook. | 0:34:27 | 0:34:29 | |
I was thinking of saying something in chapel. | 0:34:29 | 0:34:32 | |
Perhaps some of the womenfolk will volunteer. | 0:34:32 | 0:34:34 | |
I can't have people coming here and cooking for me. | 0:34:34 | 0:34:36 | |
I so... | 0:34:38 | 0:34:40 | |
I so regret... | 0:34:40 | 0:34:42 | |
I should have raised you | 0:34:42 | 0:34:43 | |
less like a companion and more like a young woman. | 0:34:43 | 0:34:47 | |
I'm sorry, Ada. And for dragging you here. | 0:34:48 | 0:34:51 | |
I'm not sorry. | 0:34:51 | 0:34:53 | |
I would have followed you anywhere. | 0:34:56 | 0:34:59 | |
To Mongolia. | 0:35:00 | 0:35:02 | |
Mongolia. | 0:35:02 | 0:35:04 | |
But with no-one left to work this place, nothing to buy, | 0:35:04 | 0:35:09 | |
nothing left to buy it with, | 0:35:09 | 0:35:11 | |
I just don't know how we're going to get through another winter. | 0:35:11 | 0:35:15 | |
Will you play me somethin'? | 0:35:18 | 0:35:20 | |
Somethin' peaceful while I look over my sermon. | 0:35:20 | 0:35:23 | |
It's too damp out here. You should come inside. | 0:35:23 | 0:35:26 | |
No. | 0:35:26 | 0:35:27 | |
I like it. | 0:35:27 | 0:35:29 | |
Daddy, bring the tablecloth in. | 0:35:43 | 0:35:46 | |
Come inside before you drown. | 0:35:48 | 0:35:52 | |
SHE STOPS PLAYING | 0:35:55 | 0:35:57 | |
THUNDER | 0:35:57 | 0:35:59 | |
WOMAN: You have a letter. | 0:36:36 | 0:36:39 | |
North Carolina. | 0:36:39 | 0:36:41 | |
It's come a long way. | 0:36:43 | 0:36:45 | |
It's not too recent. | 0:36:48 | 0:36:50 | |
It's written this past winter. | 0:36:50 | 0:36:53 | |
I'm afraid I can't read who it's from. | 0:36:55 | 0:36:58 | |
"Dear Mr Inman..." | 0:37:02 | 0:37:04 | |
ADA CONTINUES: "Since you've left, | 0:37:04 | 0:37:06 | |
"time has been measured out in bitter chapters. | 0:37:06 | 0:37:10 | |
"Last fall, my poor father died. | 0:37:10 | 0:37:13 | |
"Our farm at Black Cove is abandoned. | 0:37:13 | 0:37:18 | |
"Every house in these mountains touched by tragedy. | 0:37:20 | 0:37:24 | |
"Each day, the dread... of learning who has fallen... | 0:37:27 | 0:37:31 | |
"who will not return from this terrible war. | 0:37:31 | 0:37:35 | |
"And no word from you. | 0:37:37 | 0:37:39 | |
"Are you alive? | 0:37:39 | 0:37:42 | |
"I pray to God you are. | 0:37:42 | 0:37:45 | |
"This war is lost on the battlefield | 0:37:45 | 0:37:49 | |
"and is being lost twice over by those who stayed behind." | 0:37:49 | 0:37:53 | |
He ain't comin' back, you know that. | 0:37:53 | 0:37:55 | |
You must know that in your heart. | 0:38:01 | 0:38:03 | |
Look at me. | 0:38:06 | 0:38:07 | |
Look at me. | 0:38:09 | 0:38:11 | |
I'm not nothin'. | 0:38:16 | 0:38:18 | |
"I'm still waiting, as I promised I would. | 0:38:21 | 0:38:25 | |
"But I find myself alone and at the end of my wits. | 0:38:28 | 0:38:31 | |
"Too embarrassed to keep taking from those who can least afford to give." | 0:38:31 | 0:38:37 | |
Ada! It's Sally! | 0:38:38 | 0:38:40 | |
Ada! | 0:38:40 | 0:38:42 | |
ESCO: Look at the state of this place. | 0:38:42 | 0:38:45 | |
Well, set it on the porch. | 0:38:45 | 0:38:46 | |
SALLY: She let them slaves go free, and now... | 0:38:50 | 0:38:52 | |
poor soul, | 0:38:52 | 0:38:54 | |
she's got nobody and nothin' and waitin' on a ghost. | 0:38:54 | 0:38:58 | |
CLUCKING | 0:38:59 | 0:39:01 | |
ADA GASPS | 0:39:01 | 0:39:02 | |
Shoo! | 0:39:03 | 0:39:05 | |
COCK CROWS | 0:39:06 | 0:39:08 | |
Go away! | 0:39:08 | 0:39:10 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:39:10 | 0:39:11 | |
Devil! | 0:39:14 | 0:39:15 | |
"My last thread of courage now | 0:39:19 | 0:39:21 | |
"is to put my faith in you... | 0:39:21 | 0:39:24 | |
"..and to believe I will see you again. | 0:39:25 | 0:39:29 | |
"So now I say to you, plain as I can... | 0:39:30 | 0:39:34 | |
"If you are fighting, stop fighting. | 0:39:34 | 0:39:39 | |
"If you are marching, stop marching. | 0:39:39 | 0:39:43 | |
"Come back to me. | 0:39:45 | 0:39:46 | |
"Come back to me is my request." | 0:39:50 | 0:39:53 | |
ADA WHISPERS: "Come back to me. | 0:40:00 | 0:40:03 | |
"Come back to me is my request." | 0:40:05 | 0:40:08 | |
MAN: Wounded men, don't stray from the hospital grounds. | 0:40:11 | 0:40:14 | |
MAN: Hey, get your peanuts now from the blind man. | 0:40:20 | 0:40:24 | |
Hey, your hot goobers here. | 0:40:25 | 0:40:27 | |
Gettin' better, soldier? | 0:40:32 | 0:40:35 | |
Seems that way. | 0:40:35 | 0:40:37 | |
I wouldn't hurry. | 0:40:37 | 0:40:39 | |
The war's almost done. | 0:40:39 | 0:40:41 | |
Don't need your help to lose it! | 0:40:41 | 0:40:45 | |
MAN: You got ten minutes now, boys. | 0:40:45 | 0:40:48 | |
Been meanin' to ask you. | 0:40:49 | 0:40:51 | |
Where'd you take your wound? | 0:40:51 | 0:40:53 | |
Oh, before I was born. | 0:40:53 | 0:40:55 | |
Never set eyes on a thing in this world. | 0:40:55 | 0:40:57 | |
Not a tree, a gun or a woman. | 0:40:57 | 0:41:01 | |
Put my hand on all three, though! | 0:41:01 | 0:41:04 | |
What would you give for that? | 0:41:04 | 0:41:06 | |
To have your eyeballs for ten minutes. | 0:41:06 | 0:41:09 | |
Ten minutes? I wouldn't give an Indian head cent. | 0:41:09 | 0:41:14 | |
Might turn me hateful. | 0:41:14 | 0:41:16 | |
That's sure what seein's done to me. | 0:41:16 | 0:41:18 | |
No, that's not the way I meant it. | 0:41:18 | 0:41:20 | |
You said ten minutes. | 0:41:20 | 0:41:23 | |
It's havin' a thing and then the loss of it I'm talking about. | 0:41:23 | 0:41:27 | |
Then we don't agree. | 0:41:27 | 0:41:29 | |
There's not much I wouldn't give | 0:41:29 | 0:41:32 | |
for ten minutes of someplace. | 0:41:32 | 0:41:34 | |
Yeah, someplace... or someone. | 0:41:34 | 0:41:37 | |
You watch yourself now. | 0:41:39 | 0:41:41 | |
They're shootin' men who take themselves a walk. | 0:41:43 | 0:41:46 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:41:46 | 0:41:48 | |
MAN: By order of Zebulon Vance, | 0:42:23 | 0:42:26 | |
Governor of this great state of North Carolina, | 0:42:26 | 0:42:28 | |
any soldier turned deserter is guilty of treason | 0:42:28 | 0:42:34 | |
and should be hunted down like a dog. | 0:42:34 | 0:42:37 | |
Any man takes in a deserter is likewise guilty of treason. | 0:42:39 | 0:42:43 | |
The Home Guard is powered to enter any place it sees fit | 0:42:43 | 0:42:47 | |
without notice or constraint. | 0:42:47 | 0:42:50 | |
Captain Teague needs more volunteers. | 0:42:50 | 0:42:53 | |
Any man whose age or infirmity prevents him from fightin' | 0:42:53 | 0:42:57 | |
shall join us to protect this county from Yankee raiders | 0:42:57 | 0:43:00 | |
and traitors to the cause. | 0:43:00 | 0:43:02 | |
Is there a letter for me? Nothin'. | 0:43:02 | 0:43:04 | |
We've been gettin' no post through. | 0:43:04 | 0:43:06 | |
The sooner we lose this war, the better. | 0:43:06 | 0:43:09 | |
They say not one boy in ten is comin' home to these mountains. | 0:43:09 | 0:43:12 | |
Teague and his rabble throwin' their weight around. | 0:43:12 | 0:43:15 | |
They're worse than the Yankees. | 0:43:15 | 0:43:17 | |
Might I speak with you, please? | 0:43:17 | 0:43:19 | |
This was the Reverend Monroe's. | 0:43:21 | 0:43:23 | |
I don't know who would want a watch. | 0:43:26 | 0:43:28 | |
Who can bear to look at the time? | 0:43:31 | 0:43:34 | |
I've got a little salt pork you can have. | 0:43:36 | 0:43:39 | |
Keep your daddy's watch. | 0:43:40 | 0:43:42 | |
Thank you. | 0:43:45 | 0:43:46 | |
I was talkin' to some of the other womenfolk | 0:43:49 | 0:43:51 | |
about maybe lookin' in on you at Black Cove. It's hard right now... | 0:43:51 | 0:43:54 | |
Oh, no. I manage very well, whatever the talk is. | 0:43:54 | 0:43:57 | |
I'm very grateful for the pork. | 0:43:59 | 0:44:02 | |
Which I intend to pay for, of course. | 0:44:03 | 0:44:06 | |
Is everything all right? | 0:44:14 | 0:44:17 | |
Mm-hmm. | 0:44:18 | 0:44:19 | |
Ada. | 0:44:33 | 0:44:35 | |
Ada. | 0:44:35 | 0:44:37 | |
Why, Ada, you are skinny as a whippet, girl. | 0:44:39 | 0:44:42 | |
You are comin' indoors with me. | 0:44:42 | 0:44:45 | |
No, I can't. I don't... | 0:44:45 | 0:44:47 | |
I can't keep countin' on your kindness. | 0:44:49 | 0:44:52 | |
Now come on. I'm makin' a stew. | 0:44:52 | 0:44:54 | |
We'd be proud to have you. | 0:44:54 | 0:44:55 | |
Esco's going to be wantin' his dinner. | 0:44:57 | 0:44:58 | |
ESCO: I just want to stop, I tell you. Yeah. | 0:44:59 | 0:45:03 | |
Sit on the porch with Sal, watch my boys in the fields, | 0:45:03 | 0:45:07 | |
Holler, "Good job!" every hour or so. | 0:45:07 | 0:45:11 | |
That'll be a good day, when our boys get home. | 0:45:11 | 0:45:13 | |
What about your people in Charleston? | 0:45:13 | 0:45:17 | |
There are no people. | 0:45:20 | 0:45:23 | |
And there's no money. | 0:45:23 | 0:45:25 | |
My father had some bonds and investments. | 0:45:25 | 0:45:29 | |
They're worthless now, of course. The war... | 0:45:29 | 0:45:33 | |
They're not worth anything. | 0:45:35 | 0:45:36 | |
I don't have anywhere else to go. | 0:45:36 | 0:45:39 | |
I don't want to go. | 0:45:44 | 0:45:47 | |
You're waiting on a fella? | 0:45:49 | 0:45:51 | |
Look down our well... Esco... | 0:45:55 | 0:45:57 | |
She should! | 0:45:57 | 0:45:58 | |
If you look down our well with a mirror, | 0:45:58 | 0:46:02 | |
you'll see the future. It's what they say. | 0:46:02 | 0:46:05 | |
You do it. She does it. | 0:46:06 | 0:46:09 | |
What kind of mirror? | 0:46:10 | 0:46:13 | |
We'll hold on to you. Esco, you hold on. | 0:46:14 | 0:46:16 | |
I got her. | 0:46:16 | 0:46:18 | |
We got you. | 0:46:18 | 0:46:19 | |
See anything? | 0:46:22 | 0:46:23 | |
Uh... | 0:46:26 | 0:46:27 | |
Uh... | 0:46:27 | 0:46:29 | |
I don't know. | 0:46:29 | 0:46:31 | |
I tried many a-time, | 0:46:31 | 0:46:32 | |
lookin' for a sign my boys were comin' home. | 0:46:32 | 0:46:35 | |
I never saw a dickey bird. | 0:46:35 | 0:46:38 | |
Oh! | 0:46:51 | 0:46:52 | |
Are you all right? | 0:46:52 | 0:46:53 | |
What? What happened? | 0:46:55 | 0:46:57 | |
What'd you see? What'd you see? | 0:46:59 | 0:47:02 | |
ADA: "Yesterday, I saw you walkin' back to me... | 0:47:03 | 0:47:06 | |
"Or thought I did. | 0:47:06 | 0:47:09 | |
"I found myself crouching over Sally Swanger's well..." | 0:47:09 | 0:47:14 | |
COCK CROWS | 0:47:15 | 0:47:17 | |
"..like a madwoman staring into its secrets. | 0:47:19 | 0:47:23 | |
"Was it you I saw walking home to me, or was it your ghost? | 0:47:25 | 0:47:29 | |
"After so long, I know I must learn to survive on my own | 0:47:29 | 0:47:34 | |
"and accept you will not return. | 0:47:34 | 0:47:37 | |
"And yet, I cannot. I cannot." | 0:47:37 | 0:47:41 | |
COWS MOO | 0:47:44 | 0:47:46 | |
Them cows wants milkin'. | 0:47:46 | 0:47:48 | |
If that letter ain't urgent, | 0:47:48 | 0:47:49 | |
them cows is is what I'm sayin'. | 0:47:49 | 0:47:51 | |
I don't know you. | 0:47:51 | 0:47:53 | |
Old lady Swanger says you need help. | 0:47:53 | 0:47:56 | |
Here I am. | 0:47:56 | 0:47:58 | |
I need help, but I need... | 0:48:00 | 0:48:02 | |
I do need help, but I need a labourer. | 0:48:02 | 0:48:04 | |
There's...there's ploughing and rough work. | 0:48:04 | 0:48:07 | |
I think there's been a misunderstanding. | 0:48:07 | 0:48:09 | |
What's that rake for? | 0:48:09 | 0:48:10 | |
The rake? | 0:48:11 | 0:48:12 | |
Well, it ain't for gardenin', that's for sure. | 0:48:12 | 0:48:15 | |
Number one, you got a horse? | 0:48:15 | 0:48:16 | |
I can plough all day. I'm a worker. | 0:48:16 | 0:48:18 | |
Number two, ain't no man better'n me, | 0:48:18 | 0:48:21 | |
cos there ain't no man around | 0:48:21 | 0:48:23 | |
who ain't old or full of mischief. | 0:48:23 | 0:48:25 | |
I know your plight. | 0:48:26 | 0:48:28 | |
My plight? | 0:48:28 | 0:48:30 | |
Am I hard to hear? Cos you keep repeatin' everything. | 0:48:30 | 0:48:32 | |
I ain't lookin' for money. | 0:48:32 | 0:48:35 | |
I never cared for it, and now it ain't worth nothin'. | 0:48:35 | 0:48:37 | |
I expect to board and eat, at the same table. | 0:48:37 | 0:48:39 | |
I ain't a servant, if you get my meanin'. | 0:48:39 | 0:48:42 | |
You're not a servant. | 0:48:42 | 0:48:43 | |
People's going to have to empty | 0:48:43 | 0:48:44 | |
their own night jars is my point. | 0:48:44 | 0:48:46 | |
I don't expect to work whilst you sit around and watch. | 0:48:46 | 0:48:50 | |
Right. | 0:48:50 | 0:48:51 | |
Right. Is that a yes or a no? | 0:48:51 | 0:48:54 | |
COCK CROWS | 0:48:54 | 0:48:56 | |
There's a rooster. | 0:48:56 | 0:48:58 | |
He's the devil, I'm sure of it. | 0:48:58 | 0:49:00 | |
I go near him, and he is at me with his spurs. | 0:49:00 | 0:49:03 | |
He's Lucifer himself. | 0:49:03 | 0:49:04 | |
I despise a floggin' rooster. | 0:49:04 | 0:49:06 | |
Oh, no, I wouldn't... | 0:49:08 | 0:49:10 | |
My name's Ruby Thewes. I know your name. | 0:49:10 | 0:49:13 | |
SNAP! | 0:49:16 | 0:49:17 | |
Let's put him in a pot. | 0:49:21 | 0:49:24 | |
# I've gone to find my ain true love. # | 0:50:00 | 0:50:06 | |
MAN: You're my angel, my butterfly. | 0:50:25 | 0:50:29 | |
Come fly away. | 0:50:29 | 0:50:32 | |
My love. | 0:50:36 | 0:50:37 | |
God forgive me for doin' this. | 0:50:38 | 0:50:41 | |
I'm so sorry. | 0:50:41 | 0:50:43 | |
I'm sendin' you to a better place. | 0:50:43 | 0:50:46 | |
HE GROANS | 0:50:46 | 0:50:47 | |
You go fly away. | 0:50:48 | 0:50:50 | |
Hey! | 0:50:50 | 0:50:52 | |
Don't do that. | 0:50:53 | 0:50:55 | |
Don't pull that trigger. I'm a man of God. | 0:50:55 | 0:50:58 | |
I killed several of them. | 0:50:58 | 0:51:00 | |
I mean, I'm God's minister. | 0:51:00 | 0:51:02 | |
What part of God's business | 0:51:02 | 0:51:04 | |
is throwin' a woman down a gorge? | 0:51:04 | 0:51:06 | |
A slave woman. | 0:51:06 | 0:51:08 | |
Can you see that in this light? | 0:51:08 | 0:51:10 | |
Black as a bucket of tar. | 0:51:10 | 0:51:12 | |
Is she dead? | 0:51:12 | 0:51:13 | |
I drugged her, like you would a butterfly. | 0:51:13 | 0:51:17 | |
And I care for her. That's the heartbreak of it. | 0:51:17 | 0:51:21 | |
She's got my bastard in her belly. | 0:51:21 | 0:51:23 | |
Come on. Back up. | 0:51:23 | 0:51:27 | |
HE WHEEZES | 0:51:27 | 0:51:28 | |
I'm beggin' you. | 0:51:28 | 0:51:31 | |
It's better you blow out my brains | 0:51:31 | 0:51:34 | |
than return me to this place. | 0:51:34 | 0:51:37 | |
You're going to put her back where she sleeps. | 0:51:37 | 0:51:39 | |
I do that, the members will lynch me | 0:51:41 | 0:51:44 | |
for sirin' a bastard while servin' as their preacher. | 0:51:44 | 0:51:47 | |
We're a strict congregation. | 0:51:47 | 0:51:49 | |
We've churched men for pickin' up a fiddle on the Sabbath. | 0:51:49 | 0:51:53 | |
So you reckon to kill her? What, because she's a slave? | 0:51:53 | 0:51:55 | |
I...um... | 0:51:57 | 0:51:59 | |
There's a back door. Have pity. | 0:51:59 | 0:52:02 | |
Thank you. | 0:52:03 | 0:52:05 | |
I was going to do a grievous wrong. | 0:52:06 | 0:52:09 | |
I think I should go back up to my wife. | 0:52:11 | 0:52:14 | |
She wakes at the slightest noise. | 0:52:15 | 0:52:17 | |
Where's some paper and a pencil? | 0:52:20 | 0:52:22 | |
MUFFLED SPEECH | 0:52:22 | 0:52:24 | |
KNOCK AT DOOR RUBY: Hey, Ada! You up? | 0:52:32 | 0:52:35 | |
Yes. | 0:52:37 | 0:52:39 | |
Wha...? It's still dark. | 0:52:39 | 0:52:41 | |
Tell that to the cows. It's late. | 0:52:41 | 0:52:44 | |
You all set? | 0:52:50 | 0:52:51 | |
Oh, I just have to eat somethin'. | 0:52:51 | 0:52:55 | |
Well, then, you got to get up earlier. What's that? | 0:52:55 | 0:52:58 | |
A novel. | 0:52:59 | 0:53:01 | |
You want to carry a book, carry one you can write in. | 0:53:01 | 0:53:05 | |
We got our own story. | 0:53:05 | 0:53:08 | |
It's called Black Cove Farm: Catastrophe. | 0:53:08 | 0:53:12 | |
I can spell it, too. | 0:53:12 | 0:53:15 | |
Learned it the same place you did, in the schoolhouse. | 0:53:15 | 0:53:18 | |
One of the first words they taught me. | 0:53:18 | 0:53:20 | |
"Ruby Thewes, you are a C-A-T-A-S-T-R-O-P-H-E." | 0:53:20 | 0:53:26 | |
Three years I was in school before my daddy... | 0:53:26 | 0:53:28 | |
Saying "God rest his soul" is like wishin' him what he had in life. | 0:53:28 | 0:53:32 | |
He lived to rest. He was born tired. | 0:53:32 | 0:53:34 | |
He decided... better use for me | 0:53:34 | 0:53:37 | |
than havin' me sat all day in front of a chalkboard. | 0:53:37 | 0:53:40 | |
SHE GRUNTS | 0:53:43 | 0:53:44 | |
Number one... | 0:53:47 | 0:53:49 | |
Lay out a winter garden for cool-season crops. | 0:53:49 | 0:53:52 | |
Turnips right there, onions, cabbage... | 0:53:52 | 0:53:56 | |
..collards. | 0:53:58 | 0:53:59 | |
Number two, patch the shingles on the barn roof. | 0:53:59 | 0:54:03 | |
Have we got a maul and frow? | 0:54:03 | 0:54:05 | |
Maul? | 0:54:05 | 0:54:06 | |
Maul. M-A-U-L. | 0:54:06 | 0:54:09 | |
Number three, clear and turn this field. | 0:54:09 | 0:54:12 | |
No harm done lettin' it go. Now we'll do well. | 0:54:19 | 0:54:22 | |
Number 15... | 0:54:22 | 0:54:24 | |
16. Number 16... | 0:54:24 | 0:54:26 | |
Number 16... | 0:54:26 | 0:54:27 | |
Put up some gourds for a martin colony. | 0:54:27 | 0:54:29 | |
Keep away these crows. | 0:54:29 | 0:54:31 | |
One thing in abundance on this farm, and that's crows. | 0:54:31 | 0:54:34 | |
Shut the gate. | 0:54:34 | 0:54:36 | |
I'd pay a dollar for an egg. | 0:55:17 | 0:55:19 | |
I've got no quarrel with you. | 0:55:21 | 0:55:23 | |
Hey! | 0:55:23 | 0:55:25 | |
Am I near the Cape Fear river? | 0:55:25 | 0:55:28 | |
MAN: Home Guard! Get back there! | 0:55:58 | 0:56:01 | |
GUNFIRE | 0:56:01 | 0:56:02 | |
Runaways! | 0:56:02 | 0:56:04 | |
GUNFIRE, SHOUTING | 0:56:04 | 0:56:06 | |
Let's rip out the field! | 0:56:14 | 0:56:16 | |
In the field! | 0:56:22 | 0:56:24 | |
HE GRUNTS | 0:56:29 | 0:56:32 | |
MAN: I can get you outta here. | 0:56:35 | 0:56:37 | |
I daresay that's Home Guard followin' you. | 0:56:42 | 0:56:45 | |
They're out on the road, huntin' down deserters. | 0:56:45 | 0:56:48 | |
And I don't recommend that way. | 0:56:48 | 0:56:51 | |
You'll meet half the town comin' after me with a noose - | 0:56:51 | 0:56:54 | |
thanks to you. | 0:56:54 | 0:56:56 | |
I should have shot you when I had the chance. | 0:56:56 | 0:56:58 | |
I know where there's a ferry crossin'. | 0:56:58 | 0:56:59 | |
Or you can stubborn yourself to death. | 0:56:59 | 0:57:02 | |
INMAN: If this is a trap... | 0:57:02 | 0:57:05 | |
Please yourself. I'm just bein' a Christian. | 0:57:05 | 0:57:08 | |
WOMAN: You got any money? | 0:57:08 | 0:57:10 | |
5. | 0:57:10 | 0:57:12 | |
For 5, I wouldn't give a parched man a dipper of this river water. | 0:57:12 | 0:57:15 | |
Sign says "Ferry 5". | 0:57:15 | 0:57:17 | |
Nobody crosses these waters unless they're runnin' from someplace. | 0:57:17 | 0:57:21 | |
DOGS BARK IN DISTANCE | 0:57:21 | 0:57:22 | |
You wan to wait for your friends? | 0:57:22 | 0:57:24 | |
I can give you 30 Confederate. | 0:57:25 | 0:57:27 | |
Well, all right, let's go. | 0:57:27 | 0:57:29 | |
Whatever that's worth. | 0:57:29 | 0:57:31 | |
They cut off my hair. | 0:57:36 | 0:57:38 | |
That was hard. | 0:57:38 | 0:57:41 | |
I was vain about my hair. | 0:57:41 | 0:57:44 | |
I had curls. | 0:57:44 | 0:57:46 | |
But I deserved it. | 0:57:47 | 0:57:49 | |
I'm the Reverend Veasey. Have I seen you in church? | 0:57:51 | 0:57:54 | |
No. Not likely to, neither. | 0:57:54 | 0:57:58 | |
I'd say, these days, the devil rules the roost. | 0:57:58 | 0:58:02 | |
30 more dollars, we can go over to that cabin, | 0:58:05 | 0:58:08 | |
and I can pull this dress over my head. | 0:58:08 | 0:58:10 | |
Have we got 30? | 0:58:12 | 0:58:14 | |
GUNSHOT | 0:58:14 | 0:58:16 | |
- Get down! - I got one! | 0:58:16 | 0:58:19 | |
Is there any other way to cross? | 0:58:28 | 0:58:30 | |
Barge or boat. The water's full of gators. | 0:58:30 | 0:58:32 | |
What's this wood? | 0:58:32 | 0:58:35 | |
I don't know. | 0:58:35 | 0:58:37 | |
In. | 0:58:37 | 0:58:38 | |
I don't know. Pine. | 0:58:38 | 0:58:41 | |
Locust? Pine. Where's north? | 0:58:41 | 0:58:44 | |
North? Uh... | 0:58:44 | 0:58:46 | |
Name me three herbs that grow wild on this farm. | 0:58:46 | 0:58:50 | |
I can't. I can't, all right? | 0:58:50 | 0:58:52 | |
I can talk about farming in Latin. | 0:58:52 | 0:58:56 | |
I can... I can read French. | 0:58:56 | 0:59:00 | |
I know how to lace up a corset, God knows. | 0:59:00 | 0:59:03 | |
I can name the principal rivers in Europe. | 0:59:03 | 0:59:05 | |
Just don't ask me to name one stream in this county! | 0:59:05 | 0:59:09 | |
I can... I can embroider, but I can't darn! | 0:59:09 | 0:59:11 | |
I can arrange cut flowers, but I can't grow them! | 0:59:11 | 0:59:16 | |
If a thing has a function, | 0:59:18 | 0:59:20 | |
if I might do something with it, | 0:59:20 | 0:59:21 | |
then it wasn't considered suitable! | 0:59:21 | 0:59:24 | |
Why? | 0:59:25 | 0:59:27 | |
Ruby, you can ask why | 0:59:30 | 0:59:32 | |
about pretty much everything to do with me. | 0:59:32 | 0:59:34 | |
This fence is about the first thing | 0:59:37 | 0:59:40 | |
that I've ever done | 0:59:40 | 0:59:42 | |
that might produce an actual result. | 0:59:42 | 0:59:44 | |
So you never wrapped your legs around this Inman? | 0:59:55 | 0:59:58 | |
Oh! | 0:59:58 | 1:00:00 | |
Come on. | 1:00:04 | 1:00:05 | |
Fine piano. | 1:00:49 | 1:00:51 | |
If we're careful, now we'll get through winter. | 1:01:16 | 1:01:18 | |
I got old man Roy to give me ten of them sheep | 1:01:20 | 1:01:22 | |
on account of I said they so small, | 1:01:22 | 1:01:24 | |
put together, they weren't no bigger than six proper sheep. | 1:01:24 | 1:01:27 | |
My father always wanted sheep on this farm. | 1:01:27 | 1:01:30 | |
I cut off my hair once for money. | 1:01:33 | 1:01:37 | |
My daddy got two dollars for it. | 1:01:37 | 1:01:39 | |
Made a wig for some rich feller in Raleigh. | 1:01:39 | 1:01:41 | |
I'm just sayin' I'm real sorry | 1:01:44 | 1:01:46 | |
you had to lose your piano. | 1:01:46 | 1:01:48 | |
Ruby, it was my idea. | 1:01:48 | 1:01:49 | |
Stobrod liked to call himself a musician. | 1:01:49 | 1:01:52 | |
My daddy, he could play six tunes on a fiddle. | 1:01:52 | 1:01:56 | |
Got hisself shot dead at Petersburg. | 1:01:56 | 1:02:00 | |
I was like his goat. | 1:02:01 | 1:02:03 | |
Or some critter tethered to a post. | 1:02:03 | 1:02:06 | |
He left me once. Up in them mountains. | 1:02:10 | 1:02:13 | |
I was eight. He was gone over 2½ weeks. | 1:02:13 | 1:02:15 | |
He left you? | 1:02:15 | 1:02:16 | |
Uh-huh. I was all right. | 1:02:20 | 1:02:22 | |
My daddy, | 1:02:23 | 1:02:24 | |
he'd walk 40 miles for liquor | 1:02:24 | 1:02:27 | |
and not 40 inches for kindness. | 1:02:27 | 1:02:29 | |
I'm so plugged up. | 1:02:30 | 1:02:32 | |
Used to be as regular as morning prayers. | 1:02:32 | 1:02:35 | |
Matter of fact, I could set my watch by my bowels. | 1:02:35 | 1:02:40 | |
Open my gut now, | 1:02:40 | 1:02:43 | |
they'd find turds... stacked up like little black twigs. | 1:02:43 | 1:02:48 | |
Home Guard! | 1:02:48 | 1:02:51 | |
Hey. Shh! | 1:03:05 | 1:03:07 | |
Look at this. Keep your voice down. | 1:03:07 | 1:03:09 | |
Look at this! | 1:03:11 | 1:03:13 | |
It's a good saw! And it's not yours. | 1:03:14 | 1:03:17 | |
You're a Christian. | 1:03:18 | 1:03:20 | |
Don't you know your Commandments? | 1:03:20 | 1:03:22 | |
You'll find the good Lord very flexible on the subject of property. | 1:03:23 | 1:03:27 | |
We could do a lot with this saw. | 1:03:29 | 1:03:30 | |
Cut down a tree. | 1:03:32 | 1:03:34 | |
Play music with it. | 1:03:34 | 1:03:36 | |
You're going to thank me for this saw. | 1:03:36 | 1:03:39 | |
I'll say thank you when I've lost you | 1:03:39 | 1:03:41 | |
and I've found some food. | 1:03:41 | 1:03:43 | |
You'll see. You'll thank me. | 1:03:43 | 1:03:45 | |
Ssh! | 1:03:56 | 1:03:58 | |
Good day to you. | 1:04:01 | 1:04:03 | |
My old bull... wandered off... | 1:04:11 | 1:04:14 | |
and died in this here creek. | 1:04:14 | 1:04:16 | |
Poisonin' up our water is how I found him. | 1:04:16 | 1:04:19 | |
Thank you. You are a true Christian. | 1:04:22 | 1:04:25 | |
That's a rank odour from that animal. | 1:04:27 | 1:04:29 | |
Been dead a good while, I reckon. | 1:04:29 | 1:04:31 | |
This is a tricky one. | 1:04:31 | 1:04:33 | |
You fellers help me out, my woman'll cook you up a good dinner. | 1:04:37 | 1:04:41 | |
I'm gettin' an idea. | 1:04:41 | 1:04:42 | |
My saw's the remedy. | 1:04:43 | 1:04:46 | |
I believe you need two people, | 1:04:46 | 1:04:48 | |
one on either end. | 1:04:48 | 1:04:50 | |
Yeah. | 1:04:50 | 1:04:51 | |
Give me that saw. | 1:04:51 | 1:04:53 | |
Let's do this in chapters. | 1:04:59 | 1:05:00 | |
That's right. | 1:05:00 | 1:05:02 | |
Start at the neck. | 1:05:02 | 1:05:04 | |
Aw... | 1:05:06 | 1:05:07 | |
CRUNCHING | 1:05:07 | 1:05:09 | |
Oh, well... that is unpleasant. | 1:05:09 | 1:05:12 | |
There's my place. | 1:05:12 | 1:05:15 | |
Hope you can stomach a yard chockfull of female. | 1:05:15 | 1:05:19 | |
Oh, God. Oh, my God. | 1:05:19 | 1:05:23 | |
Hallelujah! | 1:05:23 | 1:05:24 | |
Hallelujah! Oh, hallelujah! | 1:05:24 | 1:05:27 | |
The Israelites! | 1:05:27 | 1:05:29 | |
What happened? | 1:05:29 | 1:05:30 | |
He's got a shot coming that's overdue. | 1:05:30 | 1:05:33 | |
The tribes of Israel | 1:05:33 | 1:05:35 | |
are about to flee from the banks of Egypt! | 1:05:35 | 1:05:38 | |
Good God! | 1:05:38 | 1:05:41 | |
These boys are stoppin' for supper! | 1:05:41 | 1:05:44 | |
Brought my woman home, | 1:05:50 | 1:05:51 | |
she showed up with her three sisters, | 1:05:51 | 1:05:53 | |
so-called, and their brats. | 1:05:53 | 1:05:55 | |
That's Mae, Dolly, Shyla, | 1:05:55 | 1:05:58 | |
and the pretty one in blue is my wife Lila. | 1:05:58 | 1:06:01 | |
Those are fine examples of the female. | 1:06:03 | 1:06:05 | |
HE SQUAWKS | 1:06:09 | 1:06:11 | |
I'm about to pass out. | 1:06:20 | 1:06:23 | |
My home brew sneaks up on you. | 1:06:24 | 1:06:26 | |
It curdles your durdles. | 1:06:26 | 1:06:28 | |
Oh. Oh, look. He's gone now. Look. He's gone now. | 1:06:28 | 1:06:33 | |
His eyes, they've gone. | 1:06:35 | 1:06:37 | |
His eyes are gone. What? | 1:06:37 | 1:06:39 | |
Gone, gone, gone. | 1:06:39 | 1:06:42 | |
I'm leavin' soon as I'm full. | 1:06:47 | 1:06:49 | |
Y'all are havin' too much fun for me. | 1:06:49 | 1:06:50 | |
Really? Goodbye. | 1:06:50 | 1:06:53 | |
Well, yeah, I got a bunch of traps need visitin', | 1:06:53 | 1:06:56 | |
but I'll be back before... | 1:06:56 | 1:06:58 | |
before dark tomorrow. Y'all still be here? | 1:06:58 | 1:07:01 | |
That's my fervent prayer. | 1:07:01 | 1:07:03 | |
I'll say my goodbyes. | 1:07:03 | 1:07:04 | |
I gotta go. | 1:07:04 | 1:07:06 | |
I got miles and miles and miles and miles | 1:07:06 | 1:07:10 | |
ahead of me before I reach the Blue Ridge. | 1:07:10 | 1:07:13 | |
Blue Ridge? What's the hurry? | 1:07:13 | 1:07:15 | |
Maybe I will just lie down a moment. | 1:07:15 | 1:07:18 | |
This house is on a bit of a tilt. | 1:07:19 | 1:07:21 | |
Yeah, it is a bit crooked. | 1:07:21 | 1:07:23 | |
What about you, Reverend? | 1:07:28 | 1:07:30 | |
I'm headin' for that smokehouse. | 1:07:32 | 1:07:34 | |
And I'm ready to be washed clean of my dirt. | 1:07:34 | 1:07:38 | |
Yeah, Mae, you go tend to him. | 1:07:38 | 1:07:40 | |
All right. Y'all get to bed. | 1:07:41 | 1:07:43 | |
Everybody else got their job. | 1:07:43 | 1:07:46 | |
Come on, get to bed. | 1:07:46 | 1:07:48 | |
Everybody to bed. | 1:07:48 | 1:07:50 | |
Lila, you stay with them kids. | 1:07:50 | 1:07:52 | |
Get on up those stairs. | 1:07:52 | 1:07:54 | |
I'll be seein' you. | 1:07:54 | 1:07:56 | |
Look... | 1:07:59 | 1:08:00 | |
He's mine. You go rub yourself off on the preacher. | 1:08:00 | 1:08:03 | |
I'm going to make him hug me till I grunt. | 1:08:03 | 1:08:06 | |
He's purty, ain't he? | 1:08:06 | 1:08:10 | |
She ain't even supposed to get a man. | 1:08:13 | 1:08:15 | |
Hey. | 1:08:17 | 1:08:19 | |
I know, I know. | 1:08:28 | 1:08:31 | |
I... | 1:08:31 | 1:08:32 | |
How about that? | 1:08:33 | 1:08:35 | |
What does that favour? | 1:08:35 | 1:08:38 | |
I...gotta go. | 1:08:38 | 1:08:41 | |
Ride me all the way to China. | 1:08:43 | 1:08:46 | |
You shy? | 1:08:59 | 1:09:01 | |
Need a hand? | 1:09:01 | 1:09:03 | |
No. Uh... | 1:09:03 | 1:09:04 | |
Let's see what we can muster. | 1:09:04 | 1:09:07 | |
Oh, no. Look what you made me do. | 1:09:08 | 1:09:10 | |
Home Guard! | 1:09:15 | 1:09:16 | |
Cover yourself up! | 1:09:16 | 1:09:18 | |
I told you, you don't touch the money! | 1:09:18 | 1:09:21 | |
I have a special prayer... | 1:09:26 | 1:09:28 | |
Get up! | 1:09:28 | 1:09:31 | |
Evening, Hank. | 1:09:31 | 1:09:32 | |
Evening, Hank. You took your time. | 1:09:32 | 1:09:36 | |
I said, get up! | 1:09:36 | 1:09:38 | |
Get in line. | 1:09:38 | 1:09:39 | |
You fools fall for it every time. | 1:09:39 | 1:09:42 | |
God will judge you, you Judas. | 1:09:44 | 1:09:46 | |
Thanks. | 1:09:46 | 1:09:48 | |
God will judge you! | 1:09:48 | 1:09:50 | |
Move out! | 1:09:50 | 1:09:52 | |
Our lives are on your rotten soul. | 1:09:52 | 1:09:54 | |
Mister? Your rotten soul! | 1:09:54 | 1:09:56 | |
Shut your mouth! | 1:09:56 | 1:09:58 | |
Pleasure doin' business with you, boys. | 1:09:58 | 1:10:02 | |
Judas! Save your breath. | 1:10:02 | 1:10:04 | |
You got a long walk back to the fightin'. | 1:10:04 | 1:10:07 | |
Ada Monroe and Ruby Thewes, look at you both! | 1:10:13 | 1:10:16 | |
Look at us both what? | 1:10:16 | 1:10:17 | |
Like a couple of scarecrows after a thunderstorm. | 1:10:17 | 1:10:20 | |
We need a scarecrow. | 1:10:20 | 1:10:21 | |
Birds done ate up half our winter garden. | 1:10:21 | 1:10:24 | |
For all your kindness, coffee...and a pie. | 1:10:24 | 1:10:27 | |
Yeah, and that's real coffee. | 1:10:27 | 1:10:29 | |
It ain't chicory and dirt. Found a sack hid in the larder. | 1:10:29 | 1:10:33 | |
Mmm. | 1:10:33 | 1:10:34 | |
Thank you both. | 1:10:34 | 1:10:36 | |
Ruby, I look forward to this. We all do. | 1:10:36 | 1:10:39 | |
Esco and me. | 1:10:39 | 1:10:41 | |
She made it. | 1:10:41 | 1:10:43 | |
I made it. | 1:10:43 | 1:10:45 | |
Good God in heaven! | 1:10:46 | 1:10:49 | |
I'm still livin'. | 1:10:49 | 1:10:51 | |
Well, I know Esco's going to be real sorry he missed you. | 1:10:52 | 1:10:56 | |
Strike you as odd? | 1:11:12 | 1:11:14 | |
What? | 1:11:14 | 1:11:15 | |
Stood at her front door. | 1:11:15 | 1:11:17 | |
I know. | 1:11:17 | 1:11:18 | |
Number one, I knowed that woman all my life. | 1:11:18 | 1:11:22 | |
I never stood outside her house. | 1:11:22 | 1:11:24 | |
She'd let a wolf in if it knocked at the door. | 1:11:24 | 1:11:26 | |
Perhaps... | 1:11:26 | 1:11:28 | |
I don't know. Perhaps she was busy. | 1:11:28 | 1:11:31 | |
Number two, old man Swanger's inside that house. | 1:11:31 | 1:11:33 | |
I could smell his pipe burnin'. | 1:11:33 | 1:11:35 | |
Number three, look at them fields. | 1:11:35 | 1:11:39 | |
What about them? | 1:11:39 | 1:11:41 | |
We come by here a week ago, and they was waist-high in hay. | 1:11:41 | 1:11:45 | |
You tellin' me that's work for one old man and his dog? | 1:11:45 | 1:11:49 | |
Yankees! Yankees! | 1:11:57 | 1:11:59 | |
Cavalry! Federal raiders! Just over that hill. | 1:11:59 | 1:12:03 | |
Up that hill. Come on! | 1:12:03 | 1:12:05 | |
MAN: Get those horses under cover. | 1:12:13 | 1:12:16 | |
If they see us, we're dead. | 1:12:16 | 1:12:18 | |
Make a move, make a noise... | 1:12:18 | 1:12:21 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 1:12:32 | 1:12:34 | |
INMAN: (I'm gettin' out of this. | 1:12:54 | 1:12:56 | |
(I'm not gettin' shot again for some cause I don't believe in. | 1:12:56 | 1:13:00 | |
(Come on, let's go. Come on. They can't shoot. Come on.) | 1:13:00 | 1:13:04 | |
Keep goin'! Come on! | 1:13:08 | 1:13:10 | |
Bayonets. | 1:13:10 | 1:13:11 | |
Come on! | 1:13:11 | 1:13:14 | |
NEIGHING | 1:13:17 | 1:13:19 | |
SCREAMS | 1:13:19 | 1:13:20 | |
Grab their boots and rifles! Let's move on! | 1:13:44 | 1:13:47 | |
Let's go! | 1:13:48 | 1:13:50 | |
That scarecrow ain't going to frighten off no Yankee. | 1:14:04 | 1:14:07 | |
Or are you tryin' to make a man for yourself? | 1:14:07 | 1:14:11 | |
No. | 1:14:11 | 1:14:13 | |
I come by... | 1:14:14 | 1:14:17 | |
a few days. | 1:14:17 | 1:14:19 | |
I don't pass by, | 1:14:19 | 1:14:20 | |
lookin' out for you. | 1:14:20 | 1:14:22 | |
I know. | 1:14:22 | 1:14:25 | |
I see you. | 1:14:25 | 1:14:26 | |
And I don't like it. | 1:14:29 | 1:14:31 | |
Where's your little servant girl? | 1:14:31 | 1:14:32 | |
Ruby. She tradin' off more of your daddy's silver? | 1:14:32 | 1:14:36 | |
Stop it! | 1:14:36 | 1:14:38 | |
Her nose is in the butter. Her nose is right in your butter! | 1:14:38 | 1:14:40 | |
This farm's got my name on it! | 1:14:51 | 1:14:53 | |
You listenin', woman? | 1:14:53 | 1:14:55 | |
You're going to need more than a scarecrow! | 1:14:55 | 1:14:57 | |
Sal. | 1:16:21 | 1:16:22 | |
Afternoon. | 1:16:31 | 1:16:34 | |
Don't spread out. Why they spreadin' out? | 1:16:37 | 1:16:40 | |
I never seen a man work a field with a shotgun before. | 1:16:40 | 1:16:43 | |
There's a war on. Get off my land. | 1:16:43 | 1:16:46 | |
Your boys come home? | 1:16:46 | 1:16:49 | |
Ain't seen my boys in four years. | 1:16:49 | 1:16:52 | |
They're out fightin' other boys, not old men and women. | 1:16:52 | 1:16:54 | |
So you won't mind if we look around? | 1:16:54 | 1:16:56 | |
Cos we think they're here. | 1:16:56 | 1:16:59 | |
We think you've got 'em hid up somewhere. | 1:16:59 | 1:17:02 | |
What I gotta give you? Chicken? Lamb? | 1:17:02 | 1:17:05 | |
Sure. | 1:17:05 | 1:17:08 | |
The thing is, you've only got one barrel. | 1:17:08 | 1:17:11 | |
And there's five of us. That's not a fair fight. | 1:17:11 | 1:17:13 | |
What was that? | 1:17:24 | 1:17:25 | |
You're harbouring deserters. | 1:17:29 | 1:17:30 | |
I could confiscate this farm and everything on it. | 1:17:30 | 1:17:33 | |
Every plate, every sheep, every bit of chicken | 1:17:33 | 1:17:36 | |
so don't you offer me no bird. | 1:17:36 | 1:17:40 | |
SCREAMING | 1:17:59 | 1:18:01 | |
Come on, boys! | 1:18:01 | 1:18:03 | |
Mama's callin'! | 1:18:03 | 1:18:05 | |
SCREAMING | 1:18:05 | 1:18:07 | |
SCREAMING | 1:18:10 | 1:18:12 | |
Mama! | 1:18:13 | 1:18:15 | |
No! | 1:18:15 | 1:18:16 | |
Mama! Mama! | 1:18:19 | 1:18:21 | |
No! | 1:18:21 | 1:18:22 | |
SALLY WAILS | 1:18:26 | 1:18:30 | |
If I'd-a known you were this heavy, | 1:19:02 | 1:19:05 | |
I'd-a left you in those chains. | 1:19:05 | 1:19:07 | |
WHIMPERING | 1:19:13 | 1:19:15 | |
Sally! | 1:19:26 | 1:19:27 | |
No! | 1:19:27 | 1:19:30 | |
No! | 1:19:30 | 1:19:31 | |
Sally? Ada! | 1:19:34 | 1:19:37 | |
All right, all right! | 1:19:37 | 1:19:40 | |
Darlin', what? | 1:19:42 | 1:19:44 | |
She's sayin', "Don't bother." Go! | 1:19:46 | 1:19:49 | |
Get her neck! | 1:19:52 | 1:19:54 | |
Sally! | 1:19:54 | 1:19:56 | |
Get her neck. | 1:19:56 | 1:19:58 | |
This world won't stand long. | 1:20:00 | 1:20:03 | |
God won't let it... | 1:20:04 | 1:20:07 | |
..stand this way long. | 1:20:08 | 1:20:10 | |
How long have I been sleepin'? | 3:00:04 | 3:00:07 | |
Two days, three days. Not long enough. | 3:00:07 | 3:00:10 | |
I can't stop here. | 3:00:10 | 3:00:12 | |
Sit down before you fall down. | 3:00:12 | 3:00:14 | |
I'm a deserter. | 3:00:14 | 3:00:15 | |
If they find me here, things could be bad for you. | 3:00:16 | 3:00:19 | |
What are they gonna do? Cut short my young life? | 3:00:19 | 3:00:23 | |
GOAT BLEATS | 3:00:26 | 3:00:28 | |
I've learned a person can pretty much survive off of a goat. | 3:00:30 | 3:00:35 | |
A goat gives you company, and milk...and cheese. | 3:00:35 | 3:00:41 | |
And when you need it... good meat. | 3:00:41 | 3:00:46 | |
There's my beauty. | 3:00:50 | 3:00:53 | |
So you been fightin'? | 3:00:53 | 3:00:55 | |
I could be at killin'... | 3:00:58 | 3:01:00 | |
for days... | 3:01:00 | 3:01:03 | |
My feet against the feet of my enemy. | 3:01:03 | 3:01:07 | |
And I always killed him. | 3:01:07 | 3:01:10 | |
He never killed me. | 3:01:13 | 3:01:16 | |
I don't know why. | 3:01:16 | 3:01:18 | |
Gave it a try, to look at ya. | 3:01:19 | 3:01:21 | |
Yeah, I guess he did. | 3:01:23 | 3:01:25 | |
See, I think there's a plan. | 3:01:25 | 3:01:27 | |
There's a design for each and every one of us. | 3:01:27 | 3:01:30 | |
You look at nature. | 3:01:30 | 3:01:31 | |
Bird flies somewhere, picks up a seed, | 3:01:31 | 3:01:34 | |
shits the seed out, plant grows. | 3:01:34 | 3:01:37 | |
Bird's got a job, shit's got a job, seed's got a job. | 3:01:37 | 3:01:40 | |
And you've got a job. | 3:01:43 | 3:01:46 | |
You done good, girl. | 3:01:46 | 3:01:48 | |
You're a real beauty. | 3:01:49 | 3:01:52 | |
Sometimes, I think I'm crazy when I'm just hungry. | 3:02:03 | 3:02:06 | |
Now drink this. | 3:02:06 | 3:02:08 | |
It eases the pain, and you'll sleep. | 3:02:08 | 3:02:11 | |
Is she waitin' for ya, this Ada Monroe? | 3:02:17 | 3:02:22 | |
She was. | 3:02:22 | 3:02:24 | |
I don't know. | 3:02:24 | 3:02:26 | |
Or even if she knows me. | 3:02:26 | 3:02:29 | |
Lie down. | 3:02:30 | 3:02:32 | |
I'm like the boy who goes for wood in winter | 3:02:32 | 3:02:35 | |
and comes back in spring with a whistle... | 3:02:35 | 3:02:39 | |
Like every fool sent off to fight | 3:02:39 | 3:02:42 | |
with a flag and a lie. | 3:02:42 | 3:02:44 | |
That's the laudanum gettin' to ya. That's good. | 3:02:46 | 3:02:51 | |
Say somethin' more. | 3:02:51 | 3:02:53 | |
HE CRIES OUT | 3:02:53 | 3:02:55 | |
She got me a book. | 3:02:57 | 3:03:00 | |
Ada Monroe. | 3:03:00 | 3:03:03 | |
A man by the name of Bartram. | 3:03:05 | 3:03:07 | |
He wrote about his travels. | 3:03:09 | 3:03:12 | |
Sometimes... | 3:03:12 | 3:03:14 | |
just readin' the name of a place... | 3:03:14 | 3:03:18 | |
near home... | 3:03:18 | 3:03:20 | |
Sorell Cove. | 3:03:24 | 3:03:27 | |
Bishop's Creek. | 3:03:28 | 3:03:30 | |
Those places belonged to people before us. | 3:03:31 | 3:03:35 | |
To the Cherokee. | 3:03:35 | 3:03:38 | |
What did he call Cold Mountain? | 3:03:38 | 3:03:41 | |
How could a name... not even a real name... | 3:03:44 | 3:03:50 | |
break your heart? | 3:03:50 | 3:03:53 | |
It's her. | 3:03:57 | 3:03:59 | |
She's the place I'm headin'. | 3:04:02 | 3:04:05 | |
And I hardly know her. I hardly know her! | 3:04:07 | 3:04:11 | |
And I just can't seem to get back to her. | 3:04:15 | 3:04:18 | |
ADA: "To have travelled so far, from east to west, | 3:04:23 | 3:04:28 | |
"a thousand terrible miles..." | 3:04:28 | 3:04:30 | |
I have to close my eyes. | 3:04:30 | 3:04:32 | |
"My feet treadin' all God's surface - | 3:04:32 | 3:04:34 | |
"his ocean, his swamps, his slopes and ridges - | 3:04:34 | 3:04:38 | |
"to find myself, at last, a mark in the aching snow | 3:04:38 | 3:04:44 | |
"from whence I beheld through a blue haze | 3:04:44 | 3:04:47 | |
"a world of mountains piled upon mountains." | 3:04:47 | 3:04:51 | |
RUBY: Ada! | 3:04:51 | 3:04:53 | |
Ada! | 3:04:54 | 3:04:57 | |
It's a man! What is? | 3:05:00 | 3:05:03 | |
Raidin' our corncrib! | 3:05:03 | 3:05:05 | |
Got him in the trap! That's him yelpin'! | 3:05:05 | 3:05:08 | |
MAN: Help! | 3:05:08 | 3:05:10 | |
Here. | 3:05:10 | 3:05:11 | |
Help! Damn. | 3:05:11 | 3:05:14 | |
Listen up! | 3:05:14 | 3:05:16 | |
You got... Aim! | 3:05:16 | 3:05:19 | |
You got a barrel trained on your rear end! | 3:05:19 | 3:05:21 | |
Get me outta this dang thing! | 3:05:21 | 3:05:23 | |
You got a weapon? | 3:05:23 | 3:05:25 | |
No, ma'am. I'm... My fists are about to drop off. | 3:05:25 | 3:05:30 | |
Unbelievable. | 3:05:30 | 3:05:32 | |
Stobrod Thewes! | 3:05:32 | 3:05:35 | |
Ruby? | 3:05:35 | 3:05:37 | |
Agh! HE SOBS | 3:05:37 | 3:05:41 | |
That's my daddy. | 3:05:41 | 3:05:43 | |
'Just so's you know,' | 3:05:44 | 3:05:46 | |
I can eat while she's doin' this. | 3:05:46 | 3:05:47 | |
Just so's you know, you ain't eatin' inside. | 3:05:47 | 3:05:50 | |
Number one, | 3:05:50 | 3:05:52 | |
they hang people round here for takin' in deserters. | 3:05:52 | 3:05:55 | |
Number two, even if they was givin' out prizes, | 3:05:55 | 3:05:58 | |
you'd still eat outside. | 3:05:58 | 3:06:02 | |
You're scarred. I'm what? | 3:06:02 | 3:06:04 | |
Your heart. Scarred. I did wrong to ya. | 3:06:04 | 3:06:07 | |
You'd be scarred. You'd be real scarred, | 3:06:07 | 3:06:09 | |
if I hadn't wrapped them trap teeth in sackin'. | 3:06:09 | 3:06:11 | |
Which was my idea. | 3:06:11 | 3:06:12 | |
Which was her idea. | 3:06:12 | 3:06:15 | |
I hurt you. | 3:06:15 | 3:06:17 | |
Good god. | 3:06:17 | 3:06:19 | |
I made up 50 tunes with you in mind - | 3:06:19 | 3:06:21 | |
"Ruby this, Ruby that, Ruby with the eyes that sparkle." | 3:06:21 | 3:06:25 | |
Hey! Let's agree. | 3:06:25 | 3:06:27 | |
You beat me, | 3:06:27 | 3:06:29 | |
you abandoned me, you ignored me, | 3:06:29 | 3:06:31 | |
then you beat me some more. | 3:06:31 | 3:06:33 | |
And all of that is better'n | 3:06:33 | 3:06:35 | |
"Ruby with the eyes that sparkle." | 3:06:35 | 3:06:38 | |
I'm changed. People change. | 3:06:38 | 3:06:40 | |
War changes people somethin' terrible. | 3:06:40 | 3:06:43 | |
Ruby's told you, I've no doubt, I wasn't always the best. | 3:06:43 | 3:06:45 | |
- You were an asshole! - I can't disagree. I was. | 3:06:45 | 3:06:49 | |
Would you get him outta here?! | 3:06:49 | 3:06:52 | |
Music's changed me. | 3:06:52 | 3:06:54 | |
I'm full of music, Ruby. | 3:06:54 | 3:06:56 | |
I wished I brung my fiddle. | 3:06:56 | 3:06:57 | |
Hey, Ruby, I got a new fiddle. | 3:06:57 | 3:07:00 | |
Oh, it's a beautiful fiddle. | 3:07:00 | 3:07:02 | |
It's full of tunes, Ruby, I didn't know I had it in me. | 3:07:02 | 3:07:04 | |
You're all set. I... | 3:07:06 | 3:07:10 | |
Bless you both. | 3:07:16 | 3:07:19 | |
All right, then. | 3:07:21 | 3:07:23 | |
Ain't you got a proper coat? | 3:07:27 | 3:07:29 | |
Aw, darlin', I'm fine, you know. | 3:07:29 | 3:07:33 | |
And you just say the word, I won't come back, neither. | 3:07:33 | 3:07:36 | |
Don't wanna put you or your mistress here in any bother. | 3:07:36 | 3:07:38 | |
I'm not Ruby's employer. | 3:07:38 | 3:07:40 | |
Oh. Beg pardon. | 3:07:40 | 3:07:42 | |
Nobody is. | 3:07:42 | 3:07:45 | |
Oh. | 3:07:45 | 3:07:47 | |
You know who really needs a coat, darlin', | 3:07:54 | 3:07:56 | |
is my partner - fat boy name of Pangle. | 3:07:56 | 3:07:58 | |
We're hidin' up in a cave with a singer from Georgia, | 3:07:58 | 3:08:01 | |
and Pangle, he feels the cold like a thin man, | 3:08:01 | 3:08:03 | |
but there ain't no coat'll fit him. | 3:08:03 | 3:08:07 | |
I love you, Ruby. | 3:08:10 | 3:08:13 | |
In case the sky falls on our head. | 3:08:13 | 3:08:18 | |
You always were a good girl. | 3:08:18 | 3:08:20 | |
Ooh! He's so full of manure, that man. | 3:08:30 | 3:08:35 | |
We could lay him in the dirt and...grow another one! | 3:08:35 | 3:08:38 | |
That's medicine, that's goat meat. | 3:08:39 | 3:08:42 | |
And you're sick of both. | 3:08:42 | 3:08:44 | |
I have a deal to thank you for. | 3:08:44 | 3:08:48 | |
That's just for show. | 3:08:49 | 3:08:51 | |
COUNTRY MUSIC ON FIDDLE AND BANJO | 3:09:09 | 3:09:12 | |
# Ruby with the eyes that sparkle # | 3:09:43 | 3:09:46 | |
Get on back where you came from! | 3:09:59 | 3:10:00 | |
THEY LAUGH | 3:10:00 | 3:10:02 | |
- Thank you for my coat! - Thanks for the food! | 3:10:02 | 3:10:04 | |
Git! | 3:10:04 | 3:10:05 | |
# Ruby with the eyes that sparkle! # | 3:10:05 | 3:10:06 | |
PANGLE: I love my coat! STOBROD HOWLS | 3:10:06 | 3:10:10 | |
ADA: "My love for Linton | 3:10:23 | 3:10:26 | |
"is like the foliage in the woods. | 3:10:26 | 3:10:28 | |
"Time will change it, I'm well aware, | 3:10:28 | 3:10:31 | |
"as winter changes the trees. | 3:10:31 | 3:10:33 | |
"My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath. | 3:10:33 | 3:10:37 | |
"A source of little visible delight. | 3:10:37 | 3:10:41 | |
"But necessary." | 3:10:41 | 3:10:43 | |
"He's always..." | 3:10:45 | 3:10:46 | |
"..always in my mind." | 3:10:48 | 3:10:50 | |
She ain't gonna marry Linton, is she? | 3:10:50 | 3:10:52 | |
You can't say that about Heathcliff and then marry Linton. | 3:10:52 | 3:10:56 | |
Hmm. | 3:10:56 | 3:10:58 | |
We'll find out. | 3:10:58 | 3:10:59 | |
Tomorrow. | 3:11:03 | 3:11:04 | |
I'm not waitin' till tomorrow! | 3:11:06 | 3:11:09 | |
Ruby... | 3:11:09 | 3:11:11 | |
"A source of... little visible delight. | 3:11:11 | 3:11:16 | |
"But...necessary." | 3:11:16 | 3:11:19 | |
I like that. | 3:11:23 | 3:11:26 | |
RUBY CONTINUES READING HALTINGLY | 3:11:26 | 3:11:29 | |
RUMBLE OF THUNDER | 3:11:37 | 3:11:40 | |
BABY CRYING | 3:11:40 | 3:11:42 | |
HE KNOCKS | 3:11:51 | 3:11:53 | |
I'm a Confederate soldier... on furlough. | 3:11:53 | 3:11:56 | |
I need shelter... and food. | 3:11:56 | 3:11:59 | |
WOMAN: I've got a rifle! | 3:12:08 | 3:12:10 | |
Fair enough. | 3:12:12 | 3:12:14 | |
I have some beans and corn pone. All I got. | 3:12:15 | 3:12:18 | |
Thank you. | 3:12:25 | 3:12:27 | |
I'm alone here, as you can see, with my baby. | 3:12:27 | 3:12:31 | |
I need to believe you mean no harm. | 3:12:31 | 3:12:33 | |
No. | 3:12:37 | 3:12:38 | |
I don't want it. | 3:12:38 | 3:12:40 | |
If I had my way, they'd take metal altogether out of this world. | 3:12:40 | 3:12:44 | |
Every blade, every gun. | 3:12:44 | 3:12:47 | |
BABY WHINING | 3:12:47 | 3:12:49 | |
It's all right. You're burnin' up, little man. | 3:13:01 | 3:13:05 | |
BABY COUGHS | 3:13:08 | 3:13:11 | |
BABY CRIES | 3:13:17 | 3:13:19 | |
Is your baby sick? | 3:13:22 | 3:13:24 | |
My man's dead. | 3:13:26 | 3:13:29 | |
Took his wound at Gettysburg and never saw his boy. | 3:13:29 | 3:13:32 | |
I'm sorry. | 3:13:32 | 3:13:33 | |
It's pretty much what you'll get if you knock on any door of this war. | 3:13:33 | 3:13:37 | |
Man dead, woman left. | 3:13:37 | 3:13:40 | |
BABY CRIES | 3:13:40 | 3:13:41 | |
It's mean food, but it's hot. | 3:13:44 | 3:13:46 | |
There's been no huntin' on the road, just cress and roots. | 3:13:46 | 3:13:50 | |
I need to try and feed this man. | 3:13:50 | 3:13:52 | |
CRYING | 3:13:52 | 3:13:53 | |
Shh. You gotta eat somethin', baby. | 3:13:53 | 3:13:56 | |
THUNDER RUMBLES | 3:13:56 | 3:13:58 | |
He won't feed. | 3:14:07 | 3:14:10 | |
I'm Inman, by the way. That's my name. | 3:14:12 | 3:14:15 | |
I'm Sara. | 3:14:17 | 3:14:18 | |
My baby's Ethan. | 3:14:20 | 3:14:23 | |
Glad to know you both. | 3:14:24 | 3:14:26 | |
THUNDER CRACKS | 3:14:34 | 3:14:36 | |
You look about his size. | 3:14:37 | 3:14:40 | |
He was another man straight up and down. | 3:14:40 | 3:14:43 | |
Thank you. | 3:14:43 | 3:14:45 | |
Everything fit? | 3:15:12 | 3:15:14 | |
These boots are good boots. | 3:15:16 | 3:15:17 | |
Well, I'll say good night, then. | 3:15:23 | 3:15:26 | |
Good night. | 3:15:28 | 3:15:29 | |
JAUNTY MUSIC PLAYS | 3:15:46 | 3:15:49 | |
# Get up, gals Don't be bitter! | 3:15:49 | 3:15:51 | |
# Then we'll join the band! | 3:15:51 | 3:15:53 | |
# Christmastime will soon be over | 3:15:53 | 3:15:56 | |
# Christmastime will soon be over | 3:15:56 | 3:15:58 | |
# Christmastime will soon be over | 3:15:58 | 3:16:00 | |
# And then we'll join the band! # | 3:16:00 | 3:16:02 | |
She don't speak? | 3:16:02 | 3:16:03 | |
Can't speak! I told you. | 3:16:03 | 3:16:05 | |
Well, is she feeble, then? | 3:16:05 | 3:16:08 | |
ADA AND RUBY: No! | 3:16:08 | 3:16:09 | |
Never mind him. | 3:16:09 | 3:16:11 | |
# Get up, gals Don't be bitter! | 3:16:11 | 3:16:13 | |
# Get up, gals Don't be bitter! | 3:16:13 | 3:16:15 | |
ADA: # Get up, girls Don't be bitter | 3:16:15 | 3:16:18 | |
# Then we'll join the band... # | 3:16:18 | 3:16:19 | |
Will you come inside? | 3:16:33 | 3:16:35 | |
DOOR CREAKS OPEN | 3:16:44 | 3:16:46 | |
Would you do somethin' for me? | 3:16:57 | 3:16:59 | |
Do you...think you could... | 3:16:59 | 3:17:03 | |
lie here next to me and not... need to go further? | 3:17:03 | 3:17:08 | |
SOBBING | 3:18:10 | 3:18:12 | |
I'll go. I'll go, shall I? | 3:18:15 | 3:18:18 | |
No. I don't want you to. | 3:18:18 | 3:18:21 | |
The thing is... | 3:18:27 | 3:18:29 | |
..I love someone. | 3:18:32 | 3:18:35 | |
SARA SOBBING | 3:18:35 | 3:18:37 | |
I love someone very much. | 3:18:39 | 3:18:42 | |
SARA SOBBING | 3:18:42 | 3:18:44 | |
Try and sleep. | 3:18:59 | 3:19:01 | |
MOURNFUL FIDDLE AND BANJO MUSIC | 3:19:04 | 3:19:06 | |
# I know dark clouds will hover o'er me | 3:19:20 | 3:19:27 | |
# I know my pathway is rough and steep | 3:19:27 | 3:19:35 | |
# But golden fields lie out before me | 3:19:35 | 3:19:41 | |
# Where weary eyes no more will weep | 3:19:41 | 3:19:49 | |
# I'm goin' home to see my father | 3:19:49 | 3:19:56 | |
# I'm goin' home no more to roam | 3:19:56 | 3:20:03 | |
# I am just goin' over Jordan | 3:20:03 | 3:20:11 | |
# I am just goin' over home. # | 3:20:11 | 3:20:20 | |
Merry Christmas, Pangle. | 3:20:22 | 3:20:25 | |
Night, ma'am. | 3:20:25 | 3:20:26 | |
Merry Christmas, Georgia. Nice to meet you. | 3:20:26 | 3:20:29 | |
Merry Christmas, Miss Ada. Merry Christmas. | 3:20:29 | 3:20:32 | |
Merry Christmas, darlin'. Don't sleep here. | 3:20:32 | 3:20:35 | |
We won't. | 3:20:35 | 3:20:36 | |
It's dangerous. Don't sleep here. | 3:20:36 | 3:20:38 | |
Oh, it's bitter. They could stop one night. | 3:20:38 | 3:20:42 | |
They stop one night, they're gonna wanna stop two. | 3:20:42 | 3:20:44 | |
I'll be all right. This coat's warm. | 3:20:44 | 3:20:46 | |
What about next Sunday? It'll be new year. | 3:20:46 | 3:20:49 | |
Maybe. | 3:20:49 | 3:20:50 | |
Gonna be a better one than 1864. | 3:20:50 | 3:20:53 | |
This war's over in a month. | 3:20:53 | 3:20:54 | |
That's what he said a month ago. | 3:20:54 | 3:20:56 | |
It started off bein' over in a month. | 3:20:56 | 3:20:59 | |
Night, Miss Sally. Merry Christmas. | 3:20:59 | 3:21:02 | |
Georgia: Night, Miss Ruby. Night. | 3:21:02 | 3:21:04 | |
- Night, ma'am. - Night. | 3:21:05 | 3:21:07 | |
You're stayin' with us tonight, Sally. | 3:21:07 | 3:21:08 | |
That's my Ruby. | 3:21:08 | 3:21:10 | |
She's an original. | 3:21:10 | 3:21:12 | |
RUBY: What kind of name's Georgia? | 3:21:14 | 3:21:17 | |
ADA: It's where he's from. It's not his name. | 3:21:17 | 3:21:20 | |
Well, I know it's meant to be the ugliest state under the heavens. | 3:21:20 | 3:21:24 | |
Why do you care what his name is? | 3:21:24 | 3:21:27 | |
Hey, what do you call that cluster of stars right there? | 3:21:27 | 3:21:31 | |
Right there. | 3:21:31 | 3:21:33 | |
Uh...there? That's Orion. | 3:21:33 | 3:21:37 | |
And that's Gemini, and that is Orion's big dog, | 3:21:37 | 3:21:42 | |
Canis major. | 3:21:42 | 3:21:43 | |
Listen to her, Sal. | 3:21:43 | 3:21:46 | |
She's turned into a regular highland girl. | 3:21:46 | 3:21:49 | |
Nah, I could always name the stars, Ruby. | 3:21:49 | 3:21:52 | |
That was never my problem. | 3:21:52 | 3:21:54 | |
I love you, darlin', | 3:21:57 | 3:22:00 | |
in case that big old sky falls on our heads. | 3:22:00 | 3:22:04 | |
And I love you, too, Sally. I do. | 3:22:07 | 3:22:11 | |
Get up! | 3:22:14 | 3:22:16 | |
ETHAN CRYING | 3:22:16 | 3:22:17 | |
Get up! Get out of here quick! | 3:22:17 | 3:22:18 | |
The Yankees are coming! | 3:22:18 | 3:22:20 | |
Yankees - they're here. | 3:22:20 | 3:22:22 | |
If they find you here, things'll go bad on all of us. | 3:22:22 | 3:22:25 | |
I can try and fight 'em. | 3:22:25 | 3:22:27 | |
No. My baby. Please, no. Just... | 3:22:27 | 3:22:29 | |
Please, just git! | 3:22:29 | 3:22:31 | |
SOLDIER: We're union army! We're lookin' for food! | 3:22:47 | 3:22:50 | |
I got nothin'! | 3:22:50 | 3:22:52 | |
We'll see about that. | 3:22:52 | 3:22:54 | |
There's a baby inside. Get it. | 3:22:54 | 3:22:56 | |
Please, he's sick. Don't hurt him, please! | 3:22:56 | 3:22:59 | |
SHE SOBS | 3:22:59 | 3:23:02 | |
That's right. Take the chickens. | 3:23:02 | 3:23:04 | |
Take the chickens. They're all I got. | 3:23:04 | 3:23:06 | |
Says she's only got chickens. You lyin' Southern trash. | 3:23:09 | 3:23:13 | |
SARA SOBBING | 3:23:13 | 3:23:15 | |
We're hungry. We got all day. | 3:23:15 | 3:23:19 | |
Those birds won't get you through the winter. | 3:23:19 | 3:23:22 | |
Please cover up my boy. | 3:23:22 | 3:23:24 | |
Just tell us where the food is, we'll pick him up. | 3:23:24 | 3:23:27 | |
Please, my baby's sick. BABY COUGHS | 3:23:27 | 3:23:29 | |
Please, just cover him up. | 3:23:29 | 3:23:32 | |
SARA SOBS: Please, I'm beggin' you! Please! | 3:23:32 | 3:23:36 | |
Have mercy! | 3:23:36 | 3:23:38 | |
I got a hog! | 3:23:40 | 3:23:41 | |
BABY CRIES LOUDLY I got a hog! | 3:23:41 | 3:23:44 | |
He's hid out behind the house! | 3:23:44 | 3:23:46 | |
Take a look. | 3:23:46 | 3:23:47 | |
Please! | 3:23:48 | 3:23:50 | |
Please, sir. Please. | 3:23:52 | 3:23:56 | |
He's just a baby! | 3:23:56 | 3:23:58 | |
He's shaking! | 3:23:58 | 3:24:00 | |
ETHAN CRIES Please, just cover him up. | 3:24:00 | 3:24:03 | |
What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you? | 3:24:03 | 3:24:09 | |
HOG SQUEALS | 3:24:09 | 3:24:10 | |
I ain't got nothin' else, I swear. | 3:24:10 | 3:24:13 | |
That ain't necessarily so. Yes. | 3:24:13 | 3:24:16 | |
Take me inside. We'll do whatever you want. | 3:24:16 | 3:24:19 | |
Take my baby inside. Let's all go inside! Please! | 3:24:19 | 3:24:23 | |
Please! Please! | 3:24:23 | 3:24:26 | |
You take that hog! I'm as good as dead! | 3:24:26 | 3:24:29 | |
Take that hog, cos I'm as good as dead! | 3:24:29 | 3:24:32 | |
No! Agh! | 3:24:38 | 3:24:41 | |
SARA GROANING | 3:24:43 | 3:24:46 | |
CRYING | 3:24:46 | 3:24:47 | |
He's gettin' ready to take a fit. | 3:24:47 | 3:24:50 | |
What do you care? | 3:24:50 | 3:24:51 | |
CRYING | 3:24:51 | 3:24:53 | |
HOG SQUEALING | 3:24:53 | 3:24:56 | |
Shh...shh. CRYING STOPS | 3:25:05 | 3:25:07 | |
That's better. Shh. That's better. | 3:25:07 | 3:25:10 | |
Hey, come on. Leave some for the rest of us. | 3:25:12 | 3:25:16 | |
Move away from the baby! | 3:25:26 | 3:25:29 | |
Towards me! | 3:25:29 | 3:25:31 | |
Don't shoot. We just wanted food. | 3:25:31 | 3:25:34 | |
Take off your boots. | 3:25:34 | 3:25:37 | |
Take off your pants. Take off your shirt. | 3:25:40 | 3:25:42 | |
SARA SOBS | 3:25:44 | 3:25:46 | |
Don't shoot me, please. | 3:25:49 | 3:25:52 | |
We're starvin'. We haven't eaten in days. | 3:25:53 | 3:25:56 | |
Come on. | 3:25:56 | 3:25:57 | |
We're starving. We haven't eaten in days. | 3:25:57 | 3:26:01 | |
Come on! | 3:26:01 | 3:26:03 | |
Thanks. Thank you. | 3:26:06 | 3:26:08 | |
Now you get runnin'. I will. | 3:26:08 | 3:26:11 | |
And keep runnin'. Thank you. | 3:26:11 | 3:26:13 | |
HOG SQUEALS | 3:26:13 | 3:26:16 | |
HORSES WHINNY | 3:26:17 | 3:26:20 | |
HE SIGHS | 3:26:44 | 3:26:47 | |
PANGLE: I love the snow. | 3:27:10 | 3:27:12 | |
STOBROD: I hate the snow. I hate the cold. | 3:27:12 | 3:27:15 | |
Come on! | 3:27:16 | 3:27:17 | |
GEORGIA: Fellas, what's the rush? | 3:27:17 | 3:27:19 | |
If Ruby finds out we've spent the night, | 3:27:19 | 3:27:21 | |
There'll be hell to pay. | 3:27:21 | 3:27:22 | |
ADA: "My love, where are you? | 3:28:00 | 3:28:03 | |
"With no hope of reaching you, I write to you, as I always do..." | 3:28:03 | 3:28:08 | |
"..as I've always done." | 3:28:10 | 3:28:12 | |
# I'm alone But I don't worry | 3:28:20 | 3:28:24 | |
# Cos I'm sittin' on top of the world. # | 3:28:24 | 3:28:29 | |
HE HUMS THE TUNE | 3:28:29 | 3:28:31 | |
You reckon we could eat this? | 3:28:31 | 3:28:34 | |
Hey. | 3:28:36 | 3:28:37 | |
Well, you know, you cook somethin' long enough, | 3:28:37 | 3:28:40 | |
you can eat anything. | 3:28:40 | 3:28:41 | |
It's froze. How long it been there for? | 3:28:41 | 3:28:44 | |
- You hungry? - Yeah. | 3:28:44 | 3:28:47 | |
Not very long. | 3:28:47 | 3:28:50 | |
GROANING | 3:28:50 | 3:28:52 | |
GROANING | 3:28:58 | 3:29:00 | |
HE VOMITS | 3:29:17 | 3:29:19 | |
HORSE WHINNIES | 3:29:23 | 3:29:25 | |
Good evenin'. Hope we didn't disturb you. | 3:29:25 | 3:29:29 | |
D'you mind if I warm myself by your fire? | 3:29:29 | 3:29:33 | |
Name's Teague. | 3:29:33 | 3:29:36 | |
Do I know you? | 3:29:36 | 3:29:37 | |
Stobrod Thewes. | 3:29:37 | 3:29:39 | |
That your wife? | 3:29:39 | 3:29:40 | |
That's a "he." | 3:29:40 | 3:29:42 | |
Is "he" your wife? | 3:29:42 | 3:29:43 | |
We're musicians. | 3:29:43 | 3:29:45 | |
He picks a banjo, I got a fiddle. | 3:29:45 | 3:29:48 | |
Your sweetheart's got a nice piece of flesh on him. | 3:29:48 | 3:29:50 | |
He looks pretty romantic by the fire. | 3:29:50 | 3:29:53 | |
It's a picture of love. | 3:29:53 | 3:29:54 | |
SNIGGERING | 3:29:54 | 3:29:57 | |
You gonna play that fiddle? | 3:30:00 | 3:30:02 | |
Sure. | 3:30:02 | 3:30:04 | |
Sure. | 3:30:04 | 3:30:06 | |
Hey, wake up. | 3:30:06 | 3:30:08 | |
Evenin', missus. | 3:30:09 | 3:30:11 | |
Where's Georgia? | 3:30:11 | 3:30:13 | |
"Where's Georgia"? | 3:30:13 | 3:30:16 | |
LAUGHTER | 3:30:16 | 3:30:18 | |
Captain Teague wants us to play now. | 3:30:18 | 3:30:22 | |
Love to. | 3:30:22 | 3:30:23 | |
We heard there were some deserters | 3:30:23 | 3:30:24 | |
up in these parts hidden out in a big cave. | 3:30:24 | 3:30:26 | |
Not come to my ears. So you don't know where this cave is? | 3:30:26 | 3:30:29 | |
No, sir. You do, Stobs. He means... | 3:30:29 | 3:30:32 | |
No, right. No, no. There is a cave right up near Bearpen Branch. | 3:30:32 | 3:30:35 | |
We played some music there. Never occurred to me they were outliers. | 3:30:35 | 3:30:38 | |
It ain't nowhere near Bearpen Branch. | 3:30:38 | 3:30:40 | |
He's always gettin' lost. | 3:30:40 | 3:30:43 | |
That cave - we live there. | 3:30:43 | 3:30:45 | |
I used to freeze up in that cave till I got gived this new coat. | 3:30:45 | 3:30:50 | |
Ruby made me this coat. I like my coat. | 3:30:50 | 3:30:53 | |
This part belonged to a Reverend, | 3:30:53 | 3:30:55 | |
and this part belonged to a horse. | 3:30:55 | 3:30:57 | |
Ruby said - what is it? - I should pray or neigh, dependin'. | 3:30:57 | 3:31:02 | |
He don't know what he's sayin'. | 3:31:02 | 3:31:04 | |
His got a mind no bigger than a pickled walnut. | 3:31:04 | 3:31:07 | |
It's a good coat. | 3:31:07 | 3:31:09 | |
HE GIGGLES | 3:31:09 | 3:31:11 | |
# I wish, I wish | 3:31:13 | 3:31:18 | |
# My baby was born | 3:31:18 | 3:31:21 | |
# And sittin' on Its papa's knee | 3:31:21 | 3:31:29 | |
-# And me poor girl -And me poor girl | 3:31:29 | 3:31:33 | |
# Were dead and gone | 3:31:33 | 3:31:36 | |
# And the green grass growin' o'er my feet | 3:31:36 | 3:31:45 | |
# I ain't ahead nor never will be | 3:31:45 | 3:31:53 | |
# Till the sweet apple grows | 3:31:53 | 3:31:58 | |
# On a sour apple tree | 3:31:58 | 3:32:02 | |
# The owl, the owl | 3:32:02 | 3:32:06 | |
# Is a lonely bird | 3:32:06 | 3:32:11 | |
# It chills my heart | 3:32:11 | 3:32:15 | |
# With dread and terror | 3:32:15 | 3:32:18 | |
-# That someone's blood -Someone's blood | 3:32:18 | 3:32:24 | |
# There on his wing | 3:32:24 | 3:32:27 | |
# That someone's blood | 3:32:27 | 3:32:31 | |
# There on his...feather. # | 3:32:31 | 3:32:36 | |
Broke my young heart. | 3:32:43 | 3:32:45 | |
OWL HOOT | 3:32:47 | 3:32:49 | |
We gonna be here all night? | 3:32:49 | 3:32:53 | |
Stand over there. | 3:32:53 | 3:32:55 | |
Ruby, she don't know one end of the war from the other. | 3:33:06 | 3:33:10 | |
You don't have to worry yourself about her, is what I'm sayin'. | 3:33:10 | 3:33:13 | |
Or Ada, neither. You know what I'm sayin'? | 3:33:13 | 3:33:17 | |
You, too. You stand over there. | 3:33:17 | 3:33:20 | |
We gonna get our tintype made? | 3:33:23 | 3:33:25 | |
Don't smile. | 3:33:31 | 3:33:33 | |
- What? - Quit smilin'. | 3:33:33 | 3:33:35 | |
He always smiles. He don't mean nothin' by it. | 3:33:35 | 3:33:37 | |
I told him there ain't nothin' in this world worth a smile! | 3:33:37 | 3:33:40 | |
Put your hat over your face. | 3:33:40 | 3:33:42 | |
Cover your face with your hat. | 3:33:48 | 3:33:51 | |
GEORGIA: Ruby! | 3:33:58 | 3:34:00 | |
What? | 3:34:00 | 3:34:01 | |
- Ruby! - What's wrong? | 3:34:01 | 3:34:03 | |
Teague... the home guard... | 3:34:03 | 3:34:05 | |
What? | 3:34:05 | 3:34:06 | |
They shot your daddy! | 3:34:07 | 3:34:09 | |
They shot your daddy and Pangle, too! | 3:34:09 | 3:34:11 | |
I told Georgia he can stop here. | 3:34:17 | 3:34:20 | |
I told him he can sleep in the barn. | 3:34:20 | 3:34:22 | |
He's got nothin' inside him. He'll walk out of here and die in the snow. | 3:34:22 | 3:34:25 | |
He can milk the cows. I was worried about that. | 3:34:25 | 3:34:29 | |
It's five hours' climb from here. He drew a map. | 3:34:29 | 3:34:34 | |
I'm ready. | 3:34:34 | 3:34:36 | |
You know them fools stayed the night in the mill? | 3:34:36 | 3:34:40 | |
That's Stobrod Thewes. | 3:34:40 | 3:34:42 | |
Can't do one good thing without addin' the bad. | 3:34:42 | 3:34:45 | |
Left tracks in the snow all the way up for the Home Guard to follow. | 3:34:45 | 3:34:48 | |
Sign that says "shoot me." | 3:34:48 | 3:34:51 | |
Ruby... | 3:34:51 | 3:34:53 | |
Ruby. | 3:34:54 | 3:34:56 | |
I'm sorry. | 3:34:58 | 3:35:00 | |
Every piece of this is man's bullshit. | 3:35:02 | 3:35:05 | |
They call this war a cloud over the land, | 3:35:05 | 3:35:08 | |
but they made the weather, | 3:35:08 | 3:35:09 | |
and then they stand in the rain and say "Shit, it's rainin'!" | 3:35:09 | 3:35:12 | |
If I cry one tear for my daddy, I stole it off a crocodile. | 3:35:18 | 3:35:23 | |
All right, then. | 3:35:26 | 3:35:27 | |
All right, then. | 3:36:14 | 3:36:16 | |
Dear God. | 3:36:16 | 3:36:19 | |
Oh, dear God. | 3:36:24 | 3:36:26 | |
He ain't here. | 3:36:33 | 3:36:34 | |
Agh! Teague's probably took him. | 3:36:34 | 3:36:38 | |
They did that with the Swanger boys, didn't they? | 3:36:38 | 3:36:43 | |
Strung 'em up, as a warnin'. | 3:36:43 | 3:36:46 | |
They took his coat. > | 3:36:50 | 3:36:52 | |
Why would they take his coat? | 3:36:52 | 3:36:55 | |
SHE PLUCKS STRINGS | 3:36:55 | 3:36:58 | |
Daddy? Daddy! | 3:37:00 | 3:37:03 | |
Daddy! | 3:37:03 | 3:37:05 | |
Daddy? | 3:37:11 | 3:37:13 | |
He's still breathin'! | 3:37:13 | 3:37:15 | |
It's Ruby! Don't you die on me again! | 3:37:15 | 3:37:19 | |
We gotta get him home. | 3:37:25 | 3:37:27 | |
He won't make it. He'll die first. | 3:37:27 | 3:37:29 | |
He's got hardly no blood left in him. | 3:37:29 | 3:37:32 | |
RUBY: There it is. I feel it. | 3:37:35 | 3:37:37 | |
- You got it? - Yep. | 3:37:37 | 3:37:39 | |
RUBY: There's a place close. | 3:37:39 | 3:37:41 | |
Old Cherokee, it used to be. | 3:37:41 | 3:37:43 | |
It's got shelter, water. | 3:37:43 | 3:37:45 | |
I used to hide up there when he'd get a temper goin'. | 3:37:45 | 3:37:48 | |
ADA: God! | 3:37:48 | 3:37:51 | |
I'll go look for some food. | 3:37:57 | 3:37:59 | |
Take the shotgun. | 3:37:59 | 3:38:01 | |
Hot damn! | 3:38:26 | 3:38:28 | |
Turn around! | 3:38:38 | 3:38:40 | |
Go back where you came from! | 3:38:41 | 3:38:43 | |
Go back! | 3:38:43 | 3:38:47 | |
Ada? | 3:38:50 | 3:38:52 | |
Ada Monroe? | 3:38:54 | 3:38:55 | |
Turn around, or I'll shoot! | 3:38:56 | 3:38:59 | |
Inman? | 3:39:26 | 3:39:28 | |
Inman? | 3:39:28 | 3:39:30 | |
SHE WHISPERS: Inman. | 3:39:42 | 3:39:45 | |
You better come with me. | 3:40:16 | 3:40:18 | |
Ruby. | 3:40:29 | 3:40:32 | |
This is Inman. | 3:40:32 | 3:40:34 | |
Oh! Congratulations! | 3:40:39 | 3:40:41 | |
Oughta send you out with a shotgun a lot more! | 3:40:41 | 3:40:45 | |
Looks if he's about to topple over. | 3:40:47 | 3:40:49 | |
- I may need to. - You shot or somethin'? | 3:40:49 | 3:40:52 | |
Not lately. | 3:40:54 | 3:40:56 | |
He's asleep. | 3:41:06 | 3:41:08 | |
I ain't surprised. Your man looked tuckered out. | 3:41:08 | 3:41:11 | |
I saw him... in Sally Swanger's well. | 3:41:11 | 3:41:15 | |
A man like a black smudge in the snow. | 3:41:15 | 3:41:18 | |
Well, there you go. | 3:41:18 | 3:41:20 | |
It wasn't the same, what I saw. | 3:41:20 | 3:41:21 | |
In the well, it was as if he were falling. | 3:41:21 | 3:41:24 | |
You probably just don't remember it right. | 3:41:24 | 3:41:26 | |
I remember it exactly. | 3:41:26 | 3:41:27 | |
There were crows, black crows. | 3:41:27 | 3:41:29 | |
They were flyin' towards me. | 3:41:29 | 3:41:31 | |
Ruby, I thought I was seein' him fall. | 3:41:31 | 3:41:34 | |
Instead, I was seein' him come back to me. | 3:41:34 | 3:41:40 | |
I got big plans for that farm. | 3:41:42 | 3:41:44 | |
I know. | 3:41:49 | 3:41:51 | |
I know you have. | 3:41:52 | 3:41:54 | |
I got a vision in my mind of how Black Cove oughta be. | 3:41:54 | 3:41:57 | |
I don't know, Ruby. | 3:41:59 | 3:42:03 | |
All this while, I've been packin' ice around my heart. | 3:42:03 | 3:42:08 | |
How do I make it melt? | 3:42:10 | 3:42:12 | |
Ruby: Hey! | 3:42:16 | 3:42:17 | |
You about done with my knife? | 3:42:17 | 3:42:20 | |
We got a bird to cook. | 3:42:20 | 3:42:23 | |
Inman: Just about. | 3:42:23 | 3:42:25 | |
You're makin' a pig's ear of that job. | 3:42:28 | 3:42:31 | |
Give it to me. | 3:42:33 | 3:42:35 | |
Oh, I ain't gonna cut you. | 3:42:41 | 3:42:43 | |
Can't see that it'd make a bit of difference if I did. | 3:42:43 | 3:42:48 | |
You got the right feelings for her? | 3:42:59 | 3:43:02 | |
Don't turn your head! Tsk. | 3:43:02 | 3:43:05 | |
I do. | 3:43:08 | 3:43:10 | |
I'm sorry. I was tryin' to be quiet. | 3:43:34 | 3:43:37 | |
Did you get my letters? | 3:43:42 | 3:43:44 | |
I got three letters. | 3:43:46 | 3:43:48 | |
I carried them. I carried them in the book you gave me. | 3:43:49 | 3:43:53 | |
The Bartram. | 3:43:53 | 3:43:56 | |
I probably sent 103. | 3:43:57 | 3:43:59 | |
Did you write to me? | 3:44:03 | 3:44:06 | |
Whenever I could. | 3:44:06 | 3:44:08 | |
If you never got them, I can summarize. | 3:44:08 | 3:44:11 | |
No. No, no. "I pray you are well." | 3:44:11 | 3:44:14 | |
"I pray I am in your thoughts." | 3:44:14 | 3:44:16 | |
"You are all that keeps me from slidin' into some dark place." | 3:44:16 | 3:44:22 | |
How did I keep you? | 3:44:22 | 3:44:24 | |
We barely knew each other. It was a few moments. | 3:44:24 | 3:44:27 | |
A thousand moments. | 3:44:27 | 3:44:29 | |
They're like a bag... of tiny diamonds. | 3:44:29 | 3:44:35 | |
Don't matter if they're real or things I made up. | 3:44:35 | 3:44:39 | |
The shape of your neck. | 3:44:42 | 3:44:44 | |
That's real. | 3:44:46 | 3:44:47 | |
The way you felt under my hands when I pulled you to me. | 3:44:49 | 3:44:53 | |
You were ploughing a field. | 3:45:03 | 3:45:06 | |
You were carrying a tray. | 3:45:06 | 3:45:08 | |
You wouldn't come in. | 3:45:08 | 3:45:11 | |
No, I wouldn't go in. | 3:45:11 | 3:45:13 | |
So that's why I had to carry a tray. | 3:45:13 | 3:45:16 | |
So I could come out to see you. | 3:45:16 | 3:45:18 | |
That kiss. | 3:45:18 | 3:45:20 | |
Which I kissed every day of my walking. | 3:45:22 | 3:45:25 | |
Every day, I was waiting...longing. | 3:45:27 | 3:45:32 | |
Longing to see your face. | 3:45:32 | 3:45:33 | |
If you could see my inside - | 3:45:40 | 3:45:43 | |
my whatever you wanna name it - | 3:45:43 | 3:45:46 | |
My spirit? That's what I fear. | 3:45:46 | 3:45:48 | |
I think I'm ruined. | 3:45:48 | 3:45:51 | |
They kept tryin' to put me in the ground. | 3:45:51 | 3:45:55 | |
But I wasn't ready. | 3:45:55 | 3:45:57 | |
Inman... | 3:45:57 | 3:45:58 | |
But if I had...if I had goodness, I lost it. | 3:45:58 | 3:46:02 | |
If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead. | 3:46:02 | 3:46:07 | |
How could I write to you after what I done... | 3:46:07 | 3:46:11 | |
..what I seen? | 3:46:13 | 3:46:15 | |
Number one, shut this door. It's freezin'. | 3:46:15 | 3:46:18 | |
Number two, shut THAT door. It's freezin'. | 3:46:18 | 3:46:21 | |
Layin' on my back, my fingers poked in my ears, | 3:46:21 | 3:46:24 | |
tryin' to shut out who's got a bag of diamonds, | 3:46:24 | 3:46:26 | |
who's carrying a tray. | 3:46:26 | 3:46:29 | |
If you wanna get three feet up a bull's ass, | 3:46:29 | 3:46:31 | |
just listen to what sweethearts whisper to one another. | 3:46:31 | 3:46:34 | |
In fact, if y'all gonna wimble-wimble all night, | 3:46:34 | 3:46:37 | |
I'm gonna sleep in with him. | 3:46:37 | 3:46:38 | |
- I'll say good night. - No. | 3:46:54 | 3:46:56 | |
Please... | 3:47:00 | 3:47:01 | |
..don't say good night. | 3:47:03 | 3:47:05 | |
Wars make some things pointless. | 3:47:28 | 3:47:31 | |
It's hard to imagine a wedding. | 3:47:35 | 3:47:37 | |
I think even my father would recognize that. | 3:47:39 | 3:47:43 | |
Ada, I wanna marry you. | 3:47:43 | 3:47:46 | |
If you'll have me. | 3:47:46 | 3:47:48 | |
Isn't there some religion | 3:47:48 | 3:47:51 | |
where you just have to say "I marry you" three times | 3:47:51 | 3:47:55 | |
and you're man and wife? | 3:47:55 | 3:47:57 | |
I marry you. | 3:47:57 | 3:47:59 | |
I marry you. I marry you. | 3:48:00 | 3:48:03 | |
Why is that funny? | 3:48:07 | 3:48:09 | |
I think it's "I divorce you" three times, | 3:48:10 | 3:48:13 | |
and you're not married any more. | 3:48:13 | 3:48:15 | |
I can wait for you. | 3:48:15 | 3:48:18 | |
Oh, Inman. I marry you. I marry you. I marry you. | 3:48:18 | 3:48:23 | |
I marry you. I marry you. | 3:48:23 | 3:48:26 | |
I have so... I have so many buttons. Sorry. | 3:48:32 | 3:48:36 | |
Will you turn your back? | 3:48:40 | 3:48:42 | |
No. | 3:48:53 | 3:48:55 | |
No, I will not. | 3:48:56 | 3:48:58 | |
I'll lead the horse at a pace your daddy can tolerate. | 3:50:39 | 3:50:43 | |
You two go ahead now. | 3:50:43 | 3:50:44 | |
No, I don't wanna do that. | 3:50:44 | 3:50:46 | |
No. We can all go together. | 3:50:46 | 3:50:48 | |
It's safer this way. We're deserters. | 3:50:48 | 3:50:50 | |
No one has a quarrel with you. | 3:50:50 | 3:50:52 | |
He's right. | 3:50:52 | 3:50:53 | |
I gather I... I need permission from you, Ruby, | 3:50:53 | 3:50:57 | |
if I reckon on livin' at Black Cove. | 3:50:57 | 3:51:01 | |
All right, then. | 3:51:08 | 3:51:11 | |
You stay on that horse. | 3:51:15 | 3:51:17 | |
And don't lose it. Or sell it. | 3:51:17 | 3:51:20 | |
Gonna need it back on the farm. | 3:51:20 | 3:51:23 | |
All right, Daddy. | 3:51:26 | 3:51:28 | |
I don't wanna let you go. | 3:51:32 | 3:51:34 | |
I'll be with you by nightfall. | 3:51:37 | 3:51:39 | |
Ugh. | 3:51:45 | 3:51:46 | |
All right, then. | 3:51:47 | 3:51:49 | |
Hope that Georgia boy's been tendin' to the animals. | 3:52:20 | 3:52:23 | |
I knew you were thinkin' on him. | 3:52:23 | 3:52:25 | |
I was not! | 3:52:25 | 3:52:27 | |
I was thinkin' on swollen udders. | 3:52:27 | 3:52:29 | |
And before you say "same difference"... | 3:52:29 | 3:52:31 | |
I'm sayin' nothin'. | 3:52:31 | 3:52:33 | |
Miss lovey-dovey! Miss lovey-dovey! | 3:52:33 | 3:52:37 | |
Hey! | 3:52:37 | 3:52:39 | |
That was a long funeral for your daddy. | 3:52:39 | 3:52:41 | |
That was a wake. | 3:52:41 | 3:52:43 | |
That was Irish. | 3:52:43 | 3:52:45 | |
Now, your friend Georgia here... | 3:52:45 | 3:52:49 | |
We went down to visit you | 3:52:49 | 3:52:50 | |
when we heard you were harbourin' deserters, | 3:52:50 | 3:52:52 | |
And he told us - after some persuasion - you were up here. | 3:52:52 | 3:52:56 | |
BOSIE: We were up and down this mountain. | 3:52:56 | 3:52:59 | |
Up and down. | 3:52:59 | 3:53:00 | |
There will be a reckoning. | 3:53:00 | 3:53:03 | |
When this war is over, there will be a reckoning. | 3:53:03 | 3:53:06 | |
Did you make this coat? | 3:53:07 | 3:53:09 | |
Helpin' a deserter - that's treason. | 3:53:09 | 3:53:11 | |
Now, I know it's half horse and half reverend. | 3:53:11 | 3:53:16 | |
A reckonin'? | 3:53:16 | 3:53:18 | |
The reckoning's for your world. | 3:53:19 | 3:53:22 | |
It's not mine. HORSE WHINNIES | 3:53:24 | 3:53:27 | |
I'll be damned. | 3:53:29 | 3:53:31 | |
He's a hard bastard to kill. | 3:53:31 | 3:53:33 | |
Ada: No! Ruby! | 3:53:36 | 3:53:38 | |
Come down from there! | 3:54:41 | 3:54:42 | |
No, sir. Here is fine. | 3:54:42 | 3:54:45 | |
I'll just shoot the horse out from under you. | 3:54:45 | 3:54:48 | |
You ridin' Captain Teague's animal? | 3:54:48 | 3:54:50 | |
I am. | 3:54:50 | 3:54:51 | |
He dead? | 3:54:51 | 3:54:52 | |
I hope so. | 3:54:52 | 3:54:54 | |
Look, give me your gun and ride on home. | 3:54:54 | 3:54:57 | |
I'm done fightin'. I'm sick of it! | 3:54:57 | 3:54:59 | |
I give you my gun, you're gonna shoot me dead. | 3:54:59 | 3:55:01 | |
I will not shoot you, but nor am I goin' down this mountain | 3:55:01 | 3:55:04 | |
lookin' over my shoulder for you. | 3:55:04 | 3:55:05 | |
That's what they call a conundrum. | 3:55:05 | 3:55:08 | |
I'll tell you what I got on my side. | 3:55:12 | 3:55:14 | |
What you got on your side? | 3:55:14 | 3:55:16 | |
The confidence of youth. | 3:55:22 | 3:55:24 | |
Inman! | 3:55:38 | 3:55:40 | |
NO! | 3:56:30 | 3:56:32 | |
I... | 3:57:06 | 3:57:08 | |
came...back. | 3:57:08 | 3:57:11 | |
I love you. | 3:57:20 | 3:57:22 | |
Baby. | 3:57:52 | 3:57:55 | |
ADA: What we have lost will never be returned to us. | 3:58:21 | 3:58:24 | |
The land will not heal. | 3:58:24 | 3:58:27 | |
Too much blood. | 3:58:28 | 3:58:30 | |
The heart will not heal. | 3:58:31 | 3:58:33 | |
All we can do is make peace with the past | 3:58:35 | 3:58:38 | |
And try to learn from it. | 3:58:38 | 3:58:40 | |
What are you doing? | 3:58:44 | 3:58:45 | |
He died in the night, love. | 3:58:46 | 3:58:48 | |
Bring him here. | 3:58:48 | 3:58:50 | |
Don't kill him. | 3:58:50 | 3:58:52 | |
I'm not gonna kill him. | 3:58:52 | 3:58:54 | |
We have to try somethin', or else he's gonna die, too. | 3:58:54 | 3:58:58 | |
It's all right. | 3:58:58 | 3:59:00 | |
We're gonna try a little trick. | 3:59:01 | 3:59:03 | |
"There are days now | 3:59:25 | 3:59:27 | |
"when I manage not to think of you. | 3:59:27 | 3:59:29 | |
"When the needs of the farm | 3:59:30 | 3:59:32 | |
"call with more urgency than my heart. | 3:59:32 | 3:59:37 | |
"This time of year, there's so much life everywhere. | 3:59:37 | 3:59:42 | |
"I find you in all of it. | 3:59:42 | 3:59:45 | |
"As if you were still walking home to me." | 3:59:45 | 3:59:49 | |
"If you could see us now, this Easter day at Black Cove, | 3:59:52 | 3:59:56 | |
"you would know every step of your journey was worth it." | 3:59:56 | 4:00:00 | |
# I'm still climbing upwards | 4:00:00 | 4:00:04 | |
# And my journey's almost ended | 4:00:04 | 4:00:07 | |
# So, friend, if you're thirsty | 4:00:07 | 4:00:10 | |
# Climb this mountain with me... # | 4:00:10 | 4:00:13 | |
Grace Inman, nobody said "eat." | 4:00:15 | 4:00:19 | |
For good friends, good food, good family, | 4:00:31 | 4:00:37 | |
All our blessings, o lord, we thank thee. | 4:00:37 | 4:00:39 | |
Amen. | 4:00:39 | 4:00:41 | |
Amen. | 4:00:41 | 4:00:43 | |
Amen! | 4:00:43 | 4:00:45 | |
Sweetheart, there's no cider. | 4:00:45 | 4:00:48 | |
Right. I'd best... I'd best fetch it. I got my orders. | 4:00:48 | 4:00:52 | |
"I looked once more down Sally's well, | 4:00:56 | 4:01:00 | |
"and this time there was nothin' there to haunt me." | 4:01:00 | 4:01:03 | |
"Just clouds. | 4:01:04 | 4:01:06 | |
"Clouds and then...sun." | 4:01:06 | 4:01:10 | |
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