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This film contains some scenes of a sexual nature. | 0:02:00 | 0:02:07 | |
Come on, girls! | 0:02:48 | 0:02:50 | |
Whoa. | 0:03:37 | 0:03:39 | |
Hello, Bob. Afternoon, Miss Cuddy. | 0:04:45 | 0:04:47 | |
C'mon inside. I got supper ready. | 0:04:49 | 0:04:51 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:05:04 | 0:05:06 | |
The pie is made out of peaches... | 0:05:08 | 0:05:12 | |
from a can! | 0:05:12 | 0:05:13 | |
They had four of those cans. I don't know who got the other three. | 0:05:14 | 0:05:17 | |
I don't know who could afford em! It's good pie. | 0:05:17 | 0:05:20 | |
If it pleases you, we might have a postprandial recital. | 0:05:20 | 0:05:23 | |
Do what? | 0:05:25 | 0:05:27 | |
A bit of music. | 0:05:29 | 0:05:31 | |
I like music. | 0:05:31 | 0:05:33 | |
# On the distant prairie | 0:05:37 | 0:05:39 | |
# Where the heather wild | 0:05:39 | 0:05:41 | |
# In its quiet beauty lived and smiled | 0:05:41 | 0:05:46 | |
# Stands a little cottage and a creeping vine | 0:05:46 | 0:05:51 | |
# Loves around its porch to twine | 0:05:51 | 0:05:57 | |
# In that peaceful dwelling was a lovely child | 0:05:57 | 0:06:02 | |
# With her blue eyes beaming soft and mild | 0:06:02 | 0:06:07 | |
# And the wavy ringlets of her flaxen hair | 0:06:07 | 0:06:13 | |
# Floating in the summer air | 0:06:13 | 0:06:16 | |
# Fair as a lily, joyous and free | 0:06:18 | 0:06:23 | |
# Light of that prairie home was she | 0:06:23 | 0:06:28 | |
# Everyone who knew her felt the gentle power | 0:06:28 | 0:06:33 | |
HE SNORES # Of Rosalie the Prairie Flower. # | 0:06:33 | 0:06:38 | |
That sure was pretty singing, Miss Cuddy. | 0:06:48 | 0:06:50 | |
I got some cheese. | 0:06:53 | 0:06:55 | |
Cheese? | 0:06:55 | 0:06:57 | |
Yes ma'am. You know I gotta a few sheep out. | 0:06:57 | 0:06:59 | |
I know. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:02 | |
I made some cheese outta their milk. | 0:07:02 | 0:07:04 | |
Wondered if you'd like to have some? | 0:07:04 | 0:07:07 | |
I got some here in my pocket. | 0:07:07 | 0:07:08 | |
Well... | 0:07:08 | 0:07:10 | |
cheese would be a fine finish | 0:07:10 | 0:07:12 | |
to our fried chicken dinner and peach pie this evening. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:14 | |
Well, then... | 0:07:15 | 0:07:18 | |
here it is. | 0:07:18 | 0:07:19 | |
This is fine cheese, Bob. | 0:07:36 | 0:07:39 | |
So why not marry? | 0:07:41 | 0:07:43 | |
Do what? Why not throw in together... | 0:07:46 | 0:07:49 | |
land, animals and women's lives...? | 0:07:49 | 0:07:52 | |
The whole ball of wax. | 0:07:52 | 0:07:54 | |
We could use my capital and know-how to improve your claim and mine. | 0:07:55 | 0:08:00 | |
And if the union produces children, so much the better. | 0:08:00 | 0:08:04 | |
Looked at from any angle, | 0:08:04 | 0:08:07 | |
it works. | 0:08:07 | 0:08:08 | |
So why not marry? | 0:08:12 | 0:08:13 | |
I reckon I go back east to find me a wife. | 0:08:15 | 0:08:18 | |
Please, Mr Giffen. | 0:08:20 | 0:08:22 | |
I won't take no for an answer. | 0:08:22 | 0:08:24 | |
Miss Cuddy... | 0:08:25 | 0:08:27 | |
I appreciate the offer and supper... | 0:08:27 | 0:08:29 | |
and concert and all... | 0:08:29 | 0:08:32 | |
but I cannot marry you. | 0:08:32 | 0:08:34 | |
Will not. | 0:08:34 | 0:08:35 | |
Won't. | 0:08:35 | 0:08:37 | |
I ain't perfect... | 0:08:37 | 0:08:39 | |
but you are too bossy... | 0:08:39 | 0:08:41 | |
..and too plum damn plain. | 0:08:42 | 0:08:44 | |
Ain't no medicine for it. | 0:09:11 | 0:09:13 | |
This one here still is breathing a little bit, Momma. | 0:09:15 | 0:09:17 | |
TRANSLATED FROM DANISH: | 0:09:36 | 0:09:38 | |
WIND HOWLS | 0:10:04 | 0:10:06 | |
Oh, my Jesus! | 0:10:45 | 0:10:46 | |
To what do I owe this pleasure, Reverend? | 0:10:54 | 0:10:56 | |
Springtime, Miss Cuddy! | 0:10:56 | 0:10:58 | |
Are Clydene and the kids getting along all right? | 0:10:59 | 0:11:01 | |
Meaner and ever growing by the minute. | 0:11:01 | 0:11:03 | |
Put your mule up and come on inside the house. | 0:11:03 | 0:11:05 | |
There has been some trouble 'mongst the women hereabouts. | 0:11:12 | 0:11:15 | |
I've heard about it. | 0:11:18 | 0:11:19 | |
It's bad. | 0:11:21 | 0:11:23 | |
Guess what I'm ordering? | 0:11:25 | 0:11:27 | |
I couldn't. | 0:11:27 | 0:11:28 | |
A melodeon. | 0:11:28 | 0:11:29 | |
You are not! Yep. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:31 | |
I don't trust shipping a piano, so... | 0:11:31 | 0:11:33 | |
Soon as I get into Loup, | 0:11:33 | 0:11:35 | |
I'm going to order a Mason and Hamlin melodeon. | 0:11:35 | 0:11:38 | |
You'll have the only melodeon in the territory. | 0:11:38 | 0:11:40 | |
Back home, I used to play the piano by the hour. | 0:11:41 | 0:11:45 | |
I can't live without real music much longer. | 0:11:46 | 0:11:49 | |
I could help you with them dishes. | 0:11:52 | 0:11:53 | |
I don't want any help with the dishes. | 0:11:53 | 0:11:56 | |
So... | 0:11:57 | 0:11:59 | |
how you getting along with that Giffen boy? | 0:11:59 | 0:12:02 | |
He uses my mules when I don't need them. | 0:12:05 | 0:12:07 | |
He helps me with my corn. | 0:12:07 | 0:12:09 | |
We planted some potatoes together and we keep the fences up. | 0:12:09 | 0:12:12 | |
How you getting along? | 0:12:13 | 0:12:16 | |
When my bulls have finished their work here, I let him turn 'em out on his heifers. | 0:12:16 | 0:12:19 | |
Well... | 0:12:19 | 0:12:21 | |
Seems like you are getting along together all right. | 0:12:21 | 0:12:24 | |
Feed him a meal every now and then... | 0:12:24 | 0:12:25 | |
Like you do me. | 0:12:25 | 0:12:27 | |
You're a good citizen, Mary Bee. | 0:12:27 | 0:12:30 | |
The bed up on the loft has fresh linen on it. | 0:12:30 | 0:12:33 | |
Take the slop out to the hogs before you go to sleep. | 0:12:33 | 0:12:36 | |
BABY CRIES | 0:14:04 | 0:14:06 | |
Hell, no! | 0:14:08 | 0:14:10 | |
This here is a goddamn free country, Dowd! Can't nobody make me do it. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:14 | |
Thou shalt not take the Lord's name in vain, Vester. | 0:14:14 | 0:14:18 | |
Especially not in His own house. | 0:14:18 | 0:14:20 | |
No, I won't go. I can't. Why not? | 0:14:20 | 0:14:23 | |
In the name of our Saviour, Vester. I ask you, why not? | 0:14:23 | 0:14:26 | |
I can't take no time away from the crops and I got the girls to look | 0:14:26 | 0:14:29 | |
after and I can't afford to pay for no wagon. | 0:14:29 | 0:14:31 | |
I ain't in on this deal. | 0:14:31 | 0:14:33 | |
Then what are we going to do about Theoline? | 0:14:33 | 0:14:36 | |
Pitch her down a hole in the outhouse. | 0:14:36 | 0:14:38 | |
You are a poor specimen of a man, Vester Belknap! | 0:14:38 | 0:14:41 | |
I came here for the drawing. Me too. | 0:14:45 | 0:14:47 | |
Let's get it over with. | 0:14:47 | 0:14:48 | |
What about Vester? | 0:14:48 | 0:14:49 | |
I'll draw for Vester. | 0:14:49 | 0:14:51 | |
What do you mean? | 0:14:51 | 0:14:52 | |
I said I will draw for him. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:54 | |
What did she say? | 0:14:54 | 0:14:55 | |
I said I will draw for Vester Belknap. | 0:14:55 | 0:14:59 | |
Can we proceed? | 0:14:59 | 0:15:00 | |
This is a painful occasion for you and your families | 0:15:03 | 0:15:05 | |
and I grieve for you. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:07 | |
Your wives are fine and godly women. | 0:15:07 | 0:15:10 | |
But life gave them more than they could bear. | 0:15:10 | 0:15:12 | |
Now we'll draw lots. | 0:15:12 | 0:15:13 | |
Whoever draws the black bean | 0:15:15 | 0:15:17 | |
will carry the women home to from where they come from. | 0:15:17 | 0:15:20 | |
Shall we defer to the lady? | 0:15:21 | 0:15:23 | |
I'll draw last. I'll go first. | 0:15:23 | 0:15:24 | |
Keep your hands closed until everybody has drawn. | 0:15:24 | 0:15:27 | |
Thor. | 0:15:27 | 0:15:28 | |
Miss Cuddy. | 0:15:29 | 0:15:30 | |
Put your hands in a circle here. | 0:15:33 | 0:15:35 | |
On the count of three... | 0:15:35 | 0:15:36 | |
One... If that bean in my hand is black, I don't know... ..two, | 0:15:36 | 0:15:39 | |
three. | 0:15:39 | 0:15:40 | |
Does that mean Vester has to go? | 0:15:42 | 0:15:44 | |
He said he wouldn't. | 0:15:44 | 0:15:45 | |
He has to, he's one of us. | 0:15:45 | 0:15:47 | |
I baptized him. | 0:15:47 | 0:15:49 | |
I don't trust Vester. Me neither. | 0:15:49 | 0:15:52 | |
It's true, Reverend. | 0:15:52 | 0:15:54 | |
Vester is a brute with no conscience. | 0:15:54 | 0:15:57 | |
I'll go. | 0:15:57 | 0:15:58 | |
You can't. Yes, I will. | 0:15:58 | 0:16:00 | |
A woman? | 0:16:00 | 0:16:02 | |
I can ride as well as anybody. | 0:16:02 | 0:16:04 | |
I can handle a team and shoot. You all know that. | 0:16:04 | 0:16:06 | |
And I can cook and care for | 0:16:06 | 0:16:08 | |
those women better than any of you can. | 0:16:08 | 0:16:10 | |
Hell, she's right. | 0:16:10 | 0:16:12 | |
She's sure as hell right! | 0:16:12 | 0:16:14 | |
That's mighty kind of you, Miss Cuddy. | 0:16:14 | 0:16:16 | |
You tell us what you need and we'll see to it. | 0:16:16 | 0:16:18 | |
When will you leave? | 0:16:18 | 0:16:20 | |
As soon as I can. Today is May 5th. | 0:16:20 | 0:16:23 | |
She could be back in time to celebrate 4th of July with us. | 0:16:23 | 0:16:26 | |
Reverend Dowd, we cannot allow this. | 0:16:26 | 0:16:28 | |
It is not a lone woman's place to drive a wagon across this country. | 0:16:28 | 0:16:32 | |
Much less when it carries three of the Lord's least capable children. | 0:16:32 | 0:16:36 | |
Then why not go with me, Mrs Linens? We could do it together. | 0:16:36 | 0:16:39 | |
You too, Mrs Polhemus. Better still. | 0:16:39 | 0:16:41 | |
No, you have husbands and family to care for as you should. | 0:16:41 | 0:16:45 | |
But I do not, because I live, uncommonly, alone. | 0:16:45 | 0:16:48 | |
Enough. Please...be seated. | 0:16:48 | 0:16:51 | |
I'm afraid y'all are right about Mr Belknap. | 0:16:54 | 0:16:57 | |
He's untrustworthy with a task of this gravity. | 0:16:57 | 0:17:01 | |
And we need a homesman. | 0:17:01 | 0:17:03 | |
We will do everything we can to equip and accommodate for this journey, Miss Cuddy. | 0:17:03 | 0:17:07 | |
If you gentlemen will excuse me for a minute? | 0:17:09 | 0:17:11 | |
DOG BARKS | 0:17:28 | 0:17:29 | |
Come to look after your wagon? | 0:17:52 | 0:17:54 | |
I did. | 0:17:54 | 0:17:55 | |
My Lord, what is that? | 0:18:00 | 0:18:02 | |
It's a train wagon. Traded for it last year. | 0:18:02 | 0:18:06 | |
Since then it's been sitting out here in the snow. | 0:18:06 | 0:18:08 | |
When Svendsen and Sours came around here wanting a wagon, | 0:18:09 | 0:18:12 | |
I gave 'em a hell of a deal on it. I give it to 'em! | 0:18:12 | 0:18:16 | |
I cut the windows, a little bigger... | 0:18:16 | 0:18:19 | |
greased it real good. | 0:18:19 | 0:18:21 | |
Set some new spokes and felloes. | 0:18:21 | 0:18:23 | |
That's just the right thing for them women. | 0:18:24 | 0:18:27 | |
I put a sliding bolt on the door. | 0:18:53 | 0:18:56 | |
What for? | 0:18:57 | 0:18:59 | |
Lock them ladies in. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:00 | |
Why would I do that? | 0:19:01 | 0:19:03 | |
Stop and think about it. | 0:19:03 | 0:19:04 | |
No. | 0:19:06 | 0:19:07 | |
What's that? | 0:19:10 | 0:19:12 | |
You might want to tie something down. | 0:19:13 | 0:19:15 | |
Put in ten of 'em. | 0:19:17 | 0:19:18 | |
Oh, my! | 0:19:20 | 0:19:22 | |
I'm not sure I'm ready. | 0:19:22 | 0:19:24 | |
Are you scared? | 0:19:24 | 0:19:25 | |
A little. Listen here, Mary Bee. | 0:19:25 | 0:19:28 | |
You got a passable rig... | 0:19:28 | 0:19:31 | |
mules. | 0:19:31 | 0:19:32 | |
And you're as good a man as any man hereabouts. | 0:19:34 | 0:19:38 | |
And you're doing a hell of a fine thing.. | 0:19:38 | 0:19:41 | |
So go ahead on... | 0:19:41 | 0:19:43 | |
get to it... | 0:19:43 | 0:19:45 | |
and do it. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:47 | |
Does everybody know? | 0:19:48 | 0:19:50 | |
Yep. | 0:19:51 | 0:19:52 | |
What are they saying? | 0:19:52 | 0:19:54 | |
Don't say nothing. | 0:19:54 | 0:19:55 | |
People like to talk about death and taxes. | 0:19:57 | 0:20:00 | |
When it comes to crazy... | 0:20:02 | 0:20:04 | |
..they stay hushed up. | 0:20:05 | 0:20:07 | |
Miss Cuddy! | 0:20:35 | 0:20:36 | |
Mary Bee! | 0:20:40 | 0:20:41 | |
Mary Bee! | 0:20:44 | 0:20:46 | |
I tried to catch you in town, but you was already gone. | 0:20:48 | 0:20:51 | |
What do you want, Reverend? | 0:20:51 | 0:20:52 | |
To give you these. They're letters to the women's closest kin | 0:20:52 | 0:20:55 | |
around Hebron, Iowa, and on back east. | 0:20:55 | 0:20:57 | |
Your journey will be long, difficult and dangerous. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:01 | |
I expect it will. | 0:21:01 | 0:21:02 | |
God bless you, woman. | 0:21:02 | 0:21:04 | |
Bless you and keep you. | 0:21:04 | 0:21:05 | |
You know I believe in you, don't you? I truly do. I know it. | 0:21:05 | 0:21:08 | |
I'd go in your place, if I could. | 0:21:08 | 0:21:10 | |
Now let us pray. | 0:21:14 | 0:21:16 | |
Heavenly Father, look down upon thy daughter. | 0:21:17 | 0:21:20 | |
Bless her in this undertaking. | 0:21:20 | 0:21:22 | |
Grant her Thy strength, guide her with Thy grace... | 0:21:22 | 0:21:24 | |
that she may carry home these poor souls. | 0:21:24 | 0:21:26 | |
We beg of Thee. | 0:21:26 | 0:21:28 | |
In the name of Jesus Christ, Thy only begotten son | 0:21:28 | 0:21:31 | |
who gave his life... | 0:21:31 | 0:21:33 | |
..for the sins of man. | 0:21:34 | 0:21:36 | |
Amen. | 0:21:36 | 0:21:37 | |
Come on outta there! You claim jumpin' son of a bitch! | 0:21:46 | 0:21:49 | |
You come on down in here, | 0:21:49 | 0:21:51 | |
and you'll be a sad bastard long as you live | 0:21:51 | 0:21:53 | |
and that won't be very long. | 0:21:53 | 0:21:54 | |
And you're a son of a bitch too, you bastard! | 0:21:54 | 0:21:56 | |
This here is Bob Giffen's place. | 0:21:56 | 0:21:58 | |
Bob Giffen has gone and abandoned this place, | 0:21:58 | 0:22:01 | |
and I have filed a new claim with lawyers. | 0:22:01 | 0:22:04 | |
Get the hell off my roof or face lethal recourse! | 0:22:04 | 0:22:07 | |
God damn it, I got lawyers! | 0:22:07 | 0:22:09 | |
GUNSHOTS | 0:22:09 | 0:22:10 | |
GUN COCKS | 0:22:29 | 0:22:30 | |
We need to hang that son of a bitch! | 0:22:47 | 0:22:49 | |
Come on! | 0:22:53 | 0:22:55 | |
Whoa! | 0:23:00 | 0:23:01 | |
Whoa, whoa... | 0:23:08 | 0:23:10 | |
Whoa. | 0:23:20 | 0:23:21 | |
Are you are an angel? | 0:23:22 | 0:23:24 | |
You're not dead. | 0:23:24 | 0:23:25 | |
Help me. | 0:23:25 | 0:23:27 | |
Would you help me? | 0:23:27 | 0:23:29 | |
For God's sake? | 0:23:29 | 0:23:31 | |
Suppose I do... | 0:23:31 | 0:23:33 | |
what would you do for me? | 0:23:33 | 0:23:35 | |
Anything! Anything! As God is my witness! | 0:23:35 | 0:23:39 | |
If I cut you down, will you do what I tell you to? | 0:23:39 | 0:23:41 | |
Hell, yes, I will! Swear to God! | 0:23:41 | 0:23:43 | |
Swear to it? I swear. | 0:23:43 | 0:23:45 | |
Swear to that Almighty God you been talking about? | 0:23:45 | 0:23:49 | |
Vengeance is mine... | 0:23:51 | 0:23:53 | |
sayeth the Lord. | 0:23:53 | 0:23:55 | |
Bringing in sheaves and... | 0:23:55 | 0:23:56 | |
..and do unto others... | 0:23:58 | 0:23:59 | |
if you cut me down from this goddamn tree... | 0:23:59 | 0:24:03 | |
I'll do anything you tell me to. I swear on God's holy name. | 0:24:03 | 0:24:06 | |
Please. | 0:24:07 | 0:24:08 | |
All right. | 0:24:14 | 0:24:16 | |
I'll save you. | 0:24:16 | 0:24:17 | |
HE WHIMPERS | 0:24:17 | 0:24:18 | |
HE CRIES | 0:24:24 | 0:24:25 | |
I got a job of work for you. | 0:24:28 | 0:24:29 | |
But if you try and hurt me, | 0:24:44 | 0:24:45 | |
or you try and run away... | 0:24:45 | 0:24:47 | |
..I'll kill you. | 0:24:49 | 0:24:50 | |
Take off the noose. | 0:24:58 | 0:24:59 | |
HE CRIES | 0:25:02 | 0:25:04 | |
I need to collect my possibles. | 0:25:18 | 0:25:19 | |
This is Bob Giffen's place. | 0:25:28 | 0:25:30 | |
I never met him. | 0:25:30 | 0:25:31 | |
What happened to his sheep? I ate 'em. | 0:25:31 | 0:25:34 | |
No, you've been blasted out by vigilantes and hanged for jumping Bob's claim. | 0:25:34 | 0:25:38 | |
Hell! That's abandonment. Look at it. | 0:25:38 | 0:25:40 | |
He didn't abandon nothing. | 0:25:40 | 0:25:41 | |
He just went back east, to find himself a wife. | 0:25:41 | 0:25:44 | |
It's abandoned. | 0:25:46 | 0:25:47 | |
I'm sure it is. | 0:25:50 | 0:25:52 | |
This is abandonment. | 0:25:56 | 0:25:57 | |
Damn... | 0:25:59 | 0:26:00 | |
HE SPITS | 0:26:00 | 0:26:01 | |
Ho. | 0:26:09 | 0:26:10 | |
Unhitch and stable the mules. | 0:26:20 | 0:26:22 | |
Tend to my mare, Dorothy, | 0:26:22 | 0:26:23 | |
and see to it that all the stock on the place is fed and watered. | 0:26:23 | 0:26:27 | |
Your horse needs feed too. | 0:26:27 | 0:26:29 | |
Or if you don't care to, I will | 0:26:31 | 0:26:32 | |
and then your supper'll be an hour late. | 0:26:32 | 0:26:34 | |
Get up that way now! Get up there now! | 0:26:40 | 0:26:42 | |
Get up! | 0:26:44 | 0:26:45 | |
Get up there! | 0:26:48 | 0:26:49 | |
Clean up before you come in here. | 0:27:01 | 0:27:03 | |
What's this job of work you have in mind? | 0:27:48 | 0:27:51 | |
I'd be grateful if you'd not use my good chair that way. | 0:27:51 | 0:27:53 | |
My name is Cuddy. Mary Bee Cuddy. | 0:27:56 | 0:27:58 | |
Where's Mr Cuddy? | 0:27:58 | 0:27:59 | |
I'm unmarried. | 0:27:59 | 0:28:01 | |
What's the job? | 0:28:01 | 0:28:03 | |
Three women in this country have lost their minds, | 0:28:05 | 0:28:08 | |
their husbands can't care for them properly. | 0:28:08 | 0:28:10 | |
You and I are going to take them back across the river to Iowa. | 0:28:10 | 0:28:14 | |
The Missouri River? We leave tomorrow. | 0:28:14 | 0:28:16 | |
Hell, that's five goddamn weeks from here! | 0:28:16 | 0:28:19 | |
I will not sit still for profanity in my house. | 0:28:19 | 0:28:22 | |
I can see why you're single! | 0:28:22 | 0:28:24 | |
I need someone who can hunt and guide and spell me at the reins, | 0:28:29 | 0:28:32 | |
help with the animals on the trip. | 0:28:32 | 0:28:34 | |
That's why I set you free. | 0:28:34 | 0:28:36 | |
It's your job and you sworn to do it. | 0:28:36 | 0:28:39 | |
Three crazy women for five weeks is a lot more than I bargained for. | 0:28:40 | 0:28:44 | |
If you lied to me | 0:28:44 | 0:28:46 | |
and intend on abandoning your responsibility, | 0:28:46 | 0:28:48 | |
then you are a man of low character. | 0:28:48 | 0:28:50 | |
More disgusting pig than honourable man. | 0:28:52 | 0:28:55 | |
Thank you for the kind words, sister. | 0:28:55 | 0:28:57 | |
You're no prize in yourself. You're plain as an old tin pail and you're bossy! | 0:28:57 | 0:29:00 | |
But I'll set out with you, because I said I would... | 0:29:02 | 0:29:05 | |
and I'll help you tend your cuckoo clocks as long as it suits me. | 0:29:05 | 0:29:09 | |
However, I will up and leave when, where and if I please. | 0:29:09 | 0:29:11 | |
Now, if you don't mind me asking you, | 0:29:11 | 0:29:13 | |
where the hell is my goddamn bed? | 0:29:13 | 0:29:15 | |
In the stable, | 0:29:15 | 0:29:17 | |
where you belong. | 0:29:17 | 0:29:19 | |
SHE SINGS: | 0:30:28 | 0:30:29 | |
SHE JOINS IN: | 0:30:33 | 0:30:34 | |
BABY CRIES IN DISTANCE | 0:30:46 | 0:30:47 | |
SHE COUGHS | 0:31:05 | 0:31:06 | |
The winds blown all the corn over. | 0:31:43 | 0:31:44 | |
I know it. | 0:31:46 | 0:31:47 | |
All we can do is burn the cobs in the stove. | 0:31:49 | 0:31:51 | |
There ain't no corn for us to eat. | 0:31:53 | 0:31:55 | |
Just cobs. | 0:31:55 | 0:31:56 | |
Just bare old cobs. | 0:31:56 | 0:31:59 | |
I know it. | 0:31:59 | 0:32:00 | |
The wheat and oats are dead. | 0:32:00 | 0:32:01 | |
I know about it. | 0:32:01 | 0:32:03 | |
What do you know? | 0:32:04 | 0:32:05 | |
Are you crazy? | 0:32:06 | 0:32:07 | |
Pull up here. | 0:32:20 | 0:32:21 | |
You better lock me in the wagon. Why? | 0:32:23 | 0:32:26 | |
I done cheated one rope, I don't want to chance another. Them sons of bitches will try to hang me again. | 0:32:26 | 0:32:30 | |
Oh. You might be recognised. | 0:32:30 | 0:32:32 | |
You got any money? Some. | 0:32:53 | 0:32:56 | |
Why? I need three boxes of paper cartridges for a Navy Colt 36 | 0:32:56 | 0:32:59 | |
and a jug of whisky. | 0:32:59 | 0:33:01 | |
Bullets maybe. But no whisky. | 0:33:01 | 0:33:03 | |
Why not? | 0:33:03 | 0:33:04 | |
Can't have you getting drunk around poor defenceless women. No. | 0:33:04 | 0:33:07 | |
Well, then I won't go east with you. Goodbye, Cuddy. | 0:33:07 | 0:33:10 | |
What's your name? | 0:33:19 | 0:33:21 | |
That's my business. | 0:33:21 | 0:33:23 | |
I'm going to the bank and I need your name. | 0:33:23 | 0:33:25 | |
Oh, well, hm. Let's say George. | 0:33:26 | 0:33:28 | |
George what? | 0:33:28 | 0:33:29 | |
Umm...Briggs. | 0:33:29 | 0:33:34 | |
George Briggs. | 0:33:34 | 0:33:35 | |
That's right. | 0:33:35 | 0:33:37 | |
George Briggs. | 0:33:37 | 0:33:39 | |
George Briggs! | 0:33:41 | 0:33:42 | |
KNOCKING | 0:33:58 | 0:33:59 | |
Read this. | 0:34:00 | 0:34:01 | |
Here, I'll read it for you. | 0:34:05 | 0:34:07 | |
"Mr George Briggs, care of Mrs Altha Carter, | 0:34:07 | 0:34:10 | |
"Ladies Aid Society, Methodist Church, Hebron, Iowa." | 0:34:10 | 0:34:12 | |
So? | 0:34:12 | 0:34:13 | |
I put banknotes for $300 inside this envelope. This for you. | 0:34:13 | 0:34:17 | |
Oh! Why not let me have it now? | 0:34:17 | 0:34:18 | |
Right this minute I'm going to the Post Office to put it in the mail. | 0:34:18 | 0:34:21 | |
Why not carry it along with us? | 0:34:21 | 0:34:22 | |
When we get to Hebron, Mrs Carter will have it for you. | 0:34:22 | 0:34:24 | |
Her boy is not very not old. Have to watch him close. | 0:34:44 | 0:34:47 | |
I don't know what he'll do when we take Arabella away. | 0:34:47 | 0:34:50 | |
Ma'am. | 0:35:24 | 0:35:25 | |
Well, there she is. | 0:35:33 | 0:35:35 | |
My wife, Belle. | 0:35:35 | 0:35:38 | |
It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Sours. | 0:35:38 | 0:35:40 | |
She won't say nothing, Miss Cuddy. | 0:35:43 | 0:35:46 | |
She just sits and looks out the window... | 0:35:46 | 0:35:48 | |
..it's like her body is all stoved up. | 0:35:50 | 0:35:53 | |
I have to carry her to the outhouse... | 0:35:55 | 0:35:58 | |
undress her nights, dress her in the morning. | 0:35:58 | 0:36:01 | |
How long has she been like this? | 0:36:01 | 0:36:03 | |
Ever since... | 0:36:03 | 0:36:05 | |
I don't even know her no more. | 0:36:08 | 0:36:10 | |
How old is your wife? | 0:36:12 | 0:36:14 | |
19. | 0:36:14 | 0:36:15 | |
And you? | 0:36:15 | 0:36:17 | |
21. | 0:36:17 | 0:36:19 | |
I see. | 0:36:19 | 0:36:20 | |
My, but she was beautiful, Miss Cuddy. | 0:36:24 | 0:36:29 | |
She may be once again. | 0:36:29 | 0:36:30 | |
Mr Briggs, will you litter up your leisure long enough to lend a hand? | 0:36:32 | 0:36:35 | |
Now. | 0:36:35 | 0:36:36 | |
I wish you God's comfort, Garn. | 0:37:07 | 0:37:08 | |
Here's...this too. | 0:37:12 | 0:37:14 | |
Her grandma's wedding gift. | 0:37:16 | 0:37:18 | |
I reckon it should go with her. | 0:37:18 | 0:37:20 | |
I'll keep it for her and see she takes it home. | 0:37:20 | 0:37:24 | |
We'll be back in a few weeks. | 0:37:24 | 0:37:25 | |
You'll hear from me through Reverend Dowd that she's safe. | 0:37:25 | 0:37:28 | |
Step up there! Yah! | 0:37:34 | 0:37:36 | |
Goodbye! | 0:37:36 | 0:37:37 | |
Goodbye! | 0:37:43 | 0:37:44 | |
You don't love me! | 0:37:45 | 0:37:47 | |
You won't even look at me. | 0:37:47 | 0:37:49 | |
You don't give a tinker's damn! | 0:37:51 | 0:37:54 | |
Just go on home and play with that damn doll. | 0:37:54 | 0:37:57 | |
Leave me up against it. | 0:37:57 | 0:37:58 | |
You don't love m! | 0:38:01 | 0:38:03 | |
Goodbye. For all I care, you can just go to hell! | 0:38:05 | 0:38:08 | |
Goodbye! | 0:38:09 | 0:38:11 | |
You don't love me! | 0:38:12 | 0:38:14 | |
KNOCKING | 0:38:17 | 0:38:18 | |
Good Morning, Mr Svendsen. | 0:38:24 | 0:38:26 | |
Come in. | 0:38:28 | 0:38:29 | |
She's ready. | 0:38:34 | 0:38:36 | |
Why is she tied? | 0:38:36 | 0:38:37 | |
"God will strike you down", she says to me. | 0:38:37 | 0:38:40 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:38:47 | 0:38:49 | |
She thinks she's God. | 0:38:50 | 0:38:52 | |
Her cousin will pick-up in Iowa and take her to asylum. | 0:38:58 | 0:39:01 | |
How will we get her loaded? | 0:39:16 | 0:39:17 | |
Unbolt the wagon door. | 0:39:25 | 0:39:28 | |
Stop it! Stop it! | 0:39:28 | 0:39:30 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 0:39:30 | 0:39:32 | |
SCREAMS CONTINUE | 0:39:32 | 0:39:33 | |
Open the wagon door! | 0:39:35 | 0:39:37 | |
Help me...push her in. | 0:39:44 | 0:39:46 | |
Do not untie her1 | 0:39:50 | 0:39:52 | |
She will try to kill you, | 0:39:52 | 0:39:54 | |
she'll try to kill her, too. | 0:39:54 | 0:39:55 | |
Come out! | 0:39:55 | 0:39:56 | |
What are you doing with that son of a bitch? No! | 0:40:02 | 0:40:05 | |
He's going with us. | 0:40:05 | 0:40:06 | |
He's the one who tried to take over Bob Giffen's place. | 0:40:06 | 0:40:09 | |
I need help. Surely you understand! | 0:40:09 | 0:40:11 | |
He was supposed to hang. | 0:40:11 | 0:40:12 | |
Mr Svendsen. | 0:40:13 | 0:40:15 | |
Get down off that wagon. | 0:40:15 | 0:40:17 | |
Get down off that wagon right now! | 0:40:17 | 0:40:19 | |
Or I will shoot you where you sit. | 0:40:19 | 0:40:21 | |
I can't do this alone. I need him. Now you leave us be! | 0:40:21 | 0:40:25 | |
Get us moving. | 0:40:25 | 0:40:26 | |
You boys didn't have balls to hang me. You wanted my horse to do it for you, didn't ya? | 0:40:29 | 0:40:33 | |
C'mon! Let's go. | 0:40:33 | 0:40:35 | |
Come on! | 0:40:35 | 0:40:36 | |
Keep that gun on that son of a bitch. | 0:40:38 | 0:40:40 | |
I'll watch over your wife, Mr Svendsen, I promise. | 0:40:44 | 0:40:47 | |
She'll be safe with me. | 0:40:47 | 0:40:49 | |
You girls go to your room while I talk to your mama. | 0:42:11 | 0:42:14 | |
Theoline, this is Mary Bee. | 0:42:26 | 0:42:28 | |
Undo! Undo your hands? I am. | 0:42:28 | 0:42:31 | |
Undo, undo... | 0:42:31 | 0:42:32 | |
Undo, undo, undo... | 0:42:32 | 0:42:35 | |
Do you know me, Theoline? | 0:42:35 | 0:42:37 | |
Undo, undo, undo... Line, darling, | 0:42:37 | 0:42:39 | |
I am, Mary Bee, your friend. | 0:42:39 | 0:42:42 | |
Ta... | 0:42:42 | 0:42:44 | |
Don't you know me? | 0:42:44 | 0:42:45 | |
Tha, tha, ta... | 0:42:45 | 0:42:48 | |
Ta, ta, ta, ta, ta... | 0:42:48 | 0:42:51 | |
SNIFFLING | 0:42:55 | 0:42:56 | |
CHILD WHIMPERS | 0:42:59 | 0:43:01 | |
Now listen, girls... | 0:43:09 | 0:43:12 | |
your mother is very sick. | 0:43:12 | 0:43:13 | |
But she loves you just the same as she always has. | 0:43:16 | 0:43:19 | |
And you must love her too and help her as much as you can. | 0:43:19 | 0:43:23 | |
Here are some things I want you to do for her | 0:43:23 | 0:43:26 | |
I want you to undress her, heat some water... | 0:43:26 | 0:43:29 | |
and give her a nice bath... with soap. | 0:43:29 | 0:43:32 | |
From face to feet. | 0:43:32 | 0:43:33 | |
Right on the bed? | 0:43:33 | 0:43:34 | |
Right on the bed. | 0:43:34 | 0:43:36 | |
Wash and dry her hair, too. Then brush and comb it. | 0:43:36 | 0:43:39 | |
Then find some clean clothes for her and underwear... | 0:43:39 | 0:43:43 | |
and dress her again. | 0:43:43 | 0:43:44 | |
Now, while you do all this, | 0:43:47 | 0:43:49 | |
I want you to smile at her and say kind things. | 0:43:49 | 0:43:51 | |
Do you know a little song you can sing? | 0:43:53 | 0:43:55 | |
We know Flow Gently, Sweet Afton. | 0:43:55 | 0:43:57 | |
That would be fine. | 0:43:58 | 0:44:00 | |
And when you're finished all this, | 0:44:01 | 0:44:02 | |
I want you to do some chores for your father too. | 0:44:02 | 0:44:04 | |
You're now the ladies of the house. | 0:44:06 | 0:44:08 | |
I want you to sweep it out, | 0:44:08 | 0:44:10 | |
wash the dirty dishes, take the bedding outdoors and air it. | 0:44:10 | 0:44:14 | |
Show him how grown up you are. | 0:44:15 | 0:44:18 | |
Will you do that for him, for me? | 0:44:18 | 0:44:20 | |
All right. | 0:44:21 | 0:44:23 | |
Now start singing. | 0:44:23 | 0:44:25 | |
# Flow gently, sweet Afton... # Good. | 0:44:25 | 0:44:28 | |
And remember... # Among thy green braes... # | 0:44:28 | 0:44:30 | |
..love your dear mother. # Flow gently, I'll sing thee... # | 0:44:30 | 0:44:33 | |
Now you get busy as bees. # A song in thy praise | 0:44:33 | 0:44:38 | |
# Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise | 0:44:38 | 0:44:43 | |
# My Mary's asleep by the murmuring stream | 0:44:43 | 0:44:49 | |
# Flow gently, sweet Afton Disturb not her dream | 0:44:49 | 0:44:54 | |
# Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds through the glen | 0:44:54 | 0:44:59 | |
# Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den... # | 0:44:59 | 0:45:04 | |
WHINING AND MOANING | 0:45:04 | 0:45:05 | |
Mrs Svendsen, is that you? | 0:45:19 | 0:45:20 | |
Please, stop wailing, Mrs Svendsen. | 0:45:24 | 0:45:27 | |
Mrs Svendsen, I asked you to stop. | 0:45:29 | 0:45:31 | |
Please do! | 0:45:31 | 0:45:34 | |
WAILING CONTINUES | 0:45:34 | 0:45:35 | |
Stop! | 0:45:38 | 0:45:40 | |
Mrs Svendsen, you stop! | 0:45:40 | 0:45:42 | |
WAILING STOPS | 0:45:42 | 0:45:44 | |
WAILING RESUMES | 0:45:57 | 0:45:59 | |
WAILING AND CRYING CONTINUES | 0:46:17 | 0:46:19 | |
Do you think these mules will make it all the way to the Missouri River? | 0:46:30 | 0:46:33 | |
I doubt it, not without a good feedin' of corn. | 0:46:33 | 0:46:36 | |
The one twitching her ears, she knows she's the subject of our discussion. | 0:46:36 | 0:46:40 | |
She's the thinker. The other one's the worker. | 0:46:40 | 0:46:43 | |
They should have names, what should we name them? | 0:46:43 | 0:46:45 | |
Mules don't need names. They need feed and corn's the best there is. | 0:46:45 | 0:46:49 | |
I'll name that one Grace, and that one Redemption. | 0:46:49 | 0:46:53 | |
My mare, her name is Dorothy, after my sister. | 0:46:53 | 0:46:56 | |
She's married to a doctor up in New York State. | 0:46:56 | 0:46:58 | |
That's where we're from. | 0:46:58 | 0:47:00 | |
Dorothy has a little six-year-old boy and a baby on the way. | 0:47:00 | 0:47:03 | |
Our mother died when we were little girls. | 0:47:05 | 0:47:08 | |
What's your horse's name? | 0:47:12 | 0:47:15 | |
Brown. | 0:47:16 | 0:47:17 | |
You didn't give me but two damn skinny blankets. | 0:47:55 | 0:47:57 | |
It gets cold at night out here! | 0:47:57 | 0:47:58 | |
You noticed. | 0:47:58 | 0:47:59 | |
We need to head south-east, follow the river bottoms. | 0:48:01 | 0:48:03 | |
No. | 0:48:03 | 0:48:04 | |
We'll meet more people that way, in case we need help. | 0:48:06 | 0:48:09 | |
You're going to meet three kinds of people out here. | 0:48:09 | 0:48:11 | |
You're going to meet wagon trains that don't want to see crazy people. | 0:48:11 | 0:48:14 | |
You're going to meet traders who will surely rape you. | 0:48:14 | 0:48:16 | |
And you're going to meet Indians, who will kill you... | 0:48:16 | 0:48:18 | |
and then rape you. After they kill me, no! | 0:48:18 | 0:48:21 | |
We're going to go straight east to the river. We're hauling an odd lot of freight. | 0:48:21 | 0:48:25 | |
They are not freight, they are human beings. | 0:48:25 | 0:48:27 | |
They're crazy. | 0:48:27 | 0:48:28 | |
They're precious to the Lord. | 0:48:28 | 0:48:30 | |
Precious to me, too. | 0:48:30 | 0:48:31 | |
Give me that skillet. About $300 worth. | 0:48:31 | 0:48:33 | |
Wake up! Time to get moving! | 0:48:35 | 0:48:37 | |
Get up and go pee! | 0:48:40 | 0:48:42 | |
Go on, there, girl. | 0:48:46 | 0:48:47 | |
Go on. Watch your head on that hub. | 0:48:53 | 0:48:56 | |
There, baby, go on! | 0:48:56 | 0:48:57 | |
Let's go. | 0:49:04 | 0:49:05 | |
Pee. | 0:49:16 | 0:49:17 | |
Goddamn! | 0:49:18 | 0:49:19 | |
LOUD THUMP | 0:49:21 | 0:49:21 | |
Squat down. LOUD THUMP | 0:49:24 | 0:49:26 | |
Squat down! | 0:49:26 | 0:49:28 | |
Now, pee! | 0:49:28 | 0:49:29 | |
THUMP | 0:49:33 | 0:49:34 | |
THUMP | 0:49:37 | 0:49:38 | |
THUMP | 0:49:40 | 0:49:41 | |
WIND HOWLS | 0:50:03 | 0:50:05 | |
God...will strike you down. | 0:50:24 | 0:50:28 | |
SHE HUMS QUIETLY | 0:52:13 | 0:52:18 | |
God...will strike you down. | 0:53:48 | 0:53:51 | |
I love trees. | 0:53:57 | 0:53:59 | |
I don't to get to see very many trees. | 0:53:59 | 0:54:02 | |
I miss them. | 0:54:03 | 0:54:04 | |
God will strike... | 0:54:06 | 0:54:08 | |
New York... | 0:54:10 | 0:54:11 | |
..has lots of trees. | 0:54:12 | 0:54:14 | |
Whoa! | 0:54:39 | 0:54:40 | |
Surely you wouldn't defile and desecrate...? | 0:54:57 | 0:55:00 | |
You are horrible. | 0:55:00 | 0:55:02 | |
And morbid! | 0:55:03 | 0:55:04 | |
I don't want to be cold any more when I'm trying to sleep. | 0:55:13 | 0:55:15 | |
I need this buffalo hide, and that dead Indian don't. | 0:55:15 | 0:55:18 | |
I was in the Dragoons. | 0:55:32 | 0:55:33 | |
Company C 1st US Division. | 0:55:35 | 0:55:37 | |
Fort Kearny. | 0:55:39 | 0:55:40 | |
Had us a right smart scuffle one time down there in Kansas with them goddamn Kiowas! | 0:55:42 | 0:55:48 | |
Tell me. We was headed out to Fort Leavenworth. | 0:55:48 | 0:55:51 | |
Supply train. | 0:55:51 | 0:55:54 | |
Six mule wagons and a herd of 300 horses. | 0:55:54 | 0:55:57 | |
And we had Kiowas like flees trailing us! | 0:55:57 | 0:56:00 | |
War paint. Sassy. | 0:56:00 | 0:56:03 | |
Big as life and twice as natural. | 0:56:03 | 0:56:06 | |
They wanted them horses. | 0:56:06 | 0:56:08 | |
I see. | 0:56:08 | 0:56:09 | |
Well, we camped down on the Arkansas River one night | 0:56:10 | 0:56:13 | |
and them teamsters picketed 36 mules | 0:56:13 | 0:56:18 | |
and they picketed 300 horses in the sand. Sand! | 0:56:18 | 0:56:22 | |
Hell, them picket pens wouldn't hold a prairie dog in that sand. | 0:56:22 | 0:56:26 | |
Sure enough, that night... | 0:56:26 | 0:56:29 | |
Kiowas come through and stampeded the whole bunch and away they went. | 0:56:29 | 0:56:33 | |
Oooooh-weee. | 0:56:33 | 0:56:35 | |
Trampled the wagons all to pieces. | 0:56:35 | 0:56:37 | |
Got the stock all tangled up in the ropes | 0:56:37 | 0:56:39 | |
and crippled up with the flying picket fence. | 0:56:39 | 0:56:42 | |
And them Kiowas just running through there hooping and hollering. | 0:56:42 | 0:56:47 | |
My, oh, my, wasn't we riled! | 0:56:47 | 0:56:49 | |
We blew the bugles, | 0:56:49 | 0:56:52 | |
boots and saddles and away we went after them with the sun rising. | 0:56:52 | 0:56:55 | |
We caught Kiowas here and we caught Kiowas there. | 0:56:55 | 0:56:58 | |
We caught them in bunches and killed every one of 'em. | 0:56:58 | 0:57:01 | |
We rounded up our stock and drove it right through the middle of the goddamn Kiowa camp, | 0:57:01 | 0:57:05 | |
tore it all to hell. | 0:57:05 | 0:57:07 | |
Pretty fine job of work. | 0:57:11 | 0:57:14 | |
Company C 1st US Dragoons! | 0:57:14 | 0:57:15 | |
Well, how interesting. | 0:57:17 | 0:57:19 | |
Whooo-ee! | 0:57:21 | 0:57:23 | |
# I don't want none of your weevily wheat | 0:57:24 | 0:57:27 | |
# I don't want none of your barley | 0:57:27 | 0:57:29 | |
# I want some flour and half an hour To bake a cake for Charlie | 0:57:29 | 0:57:33 | |
# There a cherry tree | 0:57:37 | 0:57:39 | |
# There goes the cherry | 0:57:39 | 0:57:42 | |
# The more you want to kiss a girl | 0:57:42 | 0:57:44 | |
# The more she'll want to marry | 0:57:44 | 0:57:46 | |
# Charlie, he's fine young boy | 0:57:49 | 0:57:51 | |
# Charlie, he's a dandy | 0:57:51 | 0:57:53 | |
# Every time he goes town | 0:57:53 | 0:57:56 | |
# He'll bring the girls some candy. # | 0:57:56 | 0:57:59 | |
HE SIGHS | 0:58:05 | 0:58:07 | |
What are they? | 0:58:13 | 0:58:14 | |
Pawnee, probably. | 0:58:14 | 0:58:16 | |
BUGLE BLOWS | 0:58:16 | 0:58:17 | |
What was that? | 0:58:18 | 0:58:19 | |
Bugle. | 0:58:19 | 0:58:20 | |
Somewhere along the line they killed themselves a US cavalry bugler. | 0:58:20 | 0:58:24 | |
BUGLE BLOWS | 0:58:26 | 0:58:27 | |
What do they want? | 0:58:28 | 0:58:30 | |
Whatever we got. | 0:58:30 | 0:58:31 | |
Trouble is they don't know what that is. | 0:58:31 | 0:58:33 | |
They never ain't never seen a wagon like this, | 0:58:33 | 0:58:35 | |
could be goods inside...soldiers. | 0:58:35 | 0:58:38 | |
Anything to them. Hell, they don't know. | 0:58:38 | 0:58:40 | |
I count four rifles amongst 'em. | 0:58:42 | 0:58:43 | |
If they think we're worth the trouble, we're dead. | 0:58:51 | 0:58:53 | |
I'll try to buy 'em off. | 0:58:56 | 0:58:57 | |
Whoa! | 0:58:57 | 0:58:58 | |
If something happens to me and they come all the way down here, | 0:59:07 | 0:59:09 | |
don't you fool with that carbine. | 0:59:09 | 0:59:11 | |
You get in the wagon quick as you can. | 0:59:11 | 0:59:13 | |
You shoot the women in the head and then shoot yourself. | 0:59:13 | 0:59:16 | |
You got four good rounds. | 0:59:17 | 0:59:19 | |
Come on. Turn around here. | 0:59:47 | 0:59:48 | |
Ho! Get out of here! | 0:59:48 | 0:59:50 | |
Get out of here! | 0:59:50 | 0:59:52 | |
THEY WHOOP AND YELL | 0:59:52 | 0:59:57 | |
What will they do with Dorothy? | 1:00:07 | 1:00:08 | |
They'll probably eat her. | 1:00:10 | 1:00:11 | |
SHE SCREAMS | 1:00:55 | 1:00:57 | |
No! | 1:01:00 | 1:01:01 | |
What the hell? | 1:01:13 | 1:01:14 | |
SHE CRIES | 1:01:19 | 1:01:20 | |
She's gone, Mr Briggs! | 1:01:27 | 1:01:29 | |
Mr Briggs! She's gone! | 1:01:29 | 1:01:30 | |
She's gone! We have to get her back! | 1:01:30 | 1:01:32 | |
Cuddy, it was a goddammed horse. | 1:01:32 | 1:01:34 | |
Get up, you lout! | 1:01:34 | 1:01:37 | |
She hasn't taken a step by herself since we put her on the wagon. | 1:01:51 | 1:01:55 | |
Hell's bells... | 1:01:55 | 1:01:56 | |
That girl done run off. | 1:01:58 | 1:02:00 | |
Morning! Morning! | 1:02:17 | 1:02:18 | |
Where you from, friend? | 1:02:19 | 1:02:21 | |
Freight train, camped down south a little ways. | 1:02:21 | 1:02:24 | |
Big 'un? | 1:02:24 | 1:02:25 | |
30 wagons, six yoke. | 1:02:25 | 1:02:27 | |
Two weeks out of Fall City, headed for Salt Lake. | 1:02:27 | 1:02:29 | |
You the driver? | 1:02:29 | 1:02:31 | |
I am! Out hunting meat. You seen any? | 1:02:31 | 1:02:34 | |
No, not today. I am out looking for this young lady here. | 1:02:34 | 1:02:38 | |
She's lost. | 1:02:38 | 1:02:39 | |
She ain't now. | 1:02:39 | 1:02:41 | |
Friend... | 1:02:42 | 1:02:44 | |
I got a frame wagon back there. | 1:02:44 | 1:02:46 | |
I'm carrying three crazy women to a church in Iowa | 1:02:46 | 1:02:50 | |
so they can go home back east. | 1:02:50 | 1:02:53 | |
This young girl is one of 'em. | 1:02:53 | 1:02:55 | |
She's married. | 1:02:55 | 1:02:57 | |
Her name is Sours. | 1:02:57 | 1:02:58 | |
She had three little children. Lost 'em all to the diphtheria | 1:03:00 | 1:03:03 | |
in short order and she lost her mind. | 1:03:03 | 1:03:05 | |
She ran away from us last night. | 1:03:07 | 1:03:09 | |
I'm her friend. | 1:03:10 | 1:03:11 | |
So am I. | 1:03:11 | 1:03:13 | |
You wouldn't want her, not the way she is. | 1:03:13 | 1:03:16 | |
She can spread her legs, can't she? | 1:03:16 | 1:03:18 | |
I tell you what. | 1:03:20 | 1:03:22 | |
Why don't we leave it to her? | 1:03:22 | 1:03:24 | |
See here, sweet thing. | 1:03:24 | 1:03:26 | |
Who'd you rather go with? Him or me? | 1:03:26 | 1:03:28 | |
Well, there you be. She cottons to me already. | 1:03:31 | 1:03:34 | |
Friend, I'm taking this girl home. | 1:03:34 | 1:03:35 | |
Not likely. She's mine now. | 1:03:35 | 1:03:38 | |
Possession is nine points of the law, | 1:03:38 | 1:03:41 | |
and it's all of us out here now, ain't it? | 1:03:41 | 1:03:43 | |
Sorry, I'll just have to have her. | 1:03:43 | 1:03:45 | |
God Almighty! | 1:03:45 | 1:03:47 | |
Fight you for her. | 1:03:50 | 1:03:51 | |
Best man takes the prize. How's that? | 1:03:51 | 1:03:54 | |
I'm agreeable. | 1:03:54 | 1:03:55 | |
All right. | 1:03:55 | 1:03:56 | |
I say "pitch", we pitch these guns. How's that? | 1:03:56 | 1:04:00 | |
Any time. | 1:04:00 | 1:04:01 | |
Pitch! | 1:04:03 | 1:04:04 | |
God Almighty! | 1:04:06 | 1:04:07 | |
Say it again and act right this time. | 1:04:10 | 1:04:13 | |
Pitch! | 1:04:13 | 1:04:14 | |
HE COUGHS AND GASPS | 1:05:05 | 1:05:08 | |
GUNSHOT | 1:05:16 | 1:05:17 | |
Goodbye. | 1:05:30 | 1:05:32 | |
Did you have to take an eternity? | 1:05:32 | 1:05:33 | |
Oh, she's nearly froze to death. | 1:05:35 | 1:05:36 | |
You lost one horse, Cuddy, here's you another one. | 1:05:38 | 1:05:41 | |
Where did you get this horse? The man let us have him. | 1:05:41 | 1:05:43 | |
Why would he do that? | 1:05:43 | 1:05:45 | |
Because he was dead. Miss Sours shot him. | 1:05:45 | 1:05:47 | |
Who would do such a thing? | 1:06:12 | 1:06:14 | |
Indians. | 1:06:14 | 1:06:15 | |
For the clothes. | 1:06:15 | 1:06:17 | |
Wolves. | 1:06:38 | 1:06:39 | |
"Cissy Hahn. | 1:06:51 | 1:06:53 | |
"11 years, two months, nine days. | 1:06:53 | 1:06:55 | |
"God loved her and took her home unto Him." | 1:06:55 | 1:06:59 | |
Let's go, Cuddy. | 1:06:59 | 1:07:00 | |
I intend to tidy up this grave. | 1:07:02 | 1:07:05 | |
Getting late. I don't care. | 1:07:05 | 1:07:07 | |
Suit yourself, I'm going on. | 1:07:07 | 1:07:08 | |
Then I'll take a horse and join you later | 1:07:09 | 1:07:12 | |
Not mine, you won't. | 1:07:12 | 1:07:14 | |
You'll have to ride that train horse. | 1:07:14 | 1:07:17 | |
I want a shovel, too. | 1:07:21 | 1:07:22 | |
Oh, sweet, merciful Father... | 1:07:43 | 1:07:46 | |
..prince Jesus, | 1:07:48 | 1:07:50 | |
good shepherd, | 1:07:50 | 1:07:52 | |
harvester of righteousness... | 1:07:52 | 1:07:54 | |
..take Thee this token and bury them deep... | 1:07:55 | 1:07:58 | |
..carry in...carry, | 1:07:59 | 1:08:02 | |
in love let us sleep. | 1:08:02 | 1:08:05 | |
Send me summons to wed Thee one day. | 1:08:05 | 1:08:07 | |
Love us, | 1:08:09 | 1:08:10 | |
and love me. | 1:08:10 | 1:08:12 | |
Oh, love me, I pray. | 1:08:12 | 1:08:14 | |
Amen. | 1:08:20 | 1:08:21 | |
SHE SOBS WEAKLY | 1:09:59 | 1:10:02 | |
HORSE MUNCHES | 1:10:30 | 1:10:31 | |
SHE COUGHS | 1:10:47 | 1:10:48 | |
SHE CRIES | 1:11:32 | 1:11:33 | |
Why...? Why? | 1:11:39 | 1:11:42 | |
Why didn't you light a fire for me? | 1:11:42 | 1:11:43 | |
SHE WAILS | 1:11:53 | 1:11:55 | |
What about supper? | 1:11:58 | 1:12:00 | |
SHE CONTINUES TO WAIL | 1:12:01 | 1:12:05 | |
I did light a fire for you, Cuddy. | 1:12:05 | 1:12:06 | |
Where's that shovel? | 1:12:10 | 1:12:11 | |
I lost the goddamn shovel! | 1:12:13 | 1:12:16 | |
Who cares about a shovel? | 1:12:16 | 1:12:18 | |
You are...insane! | 1:12:20 | 1:12:23 | |
The hell I am, Cuddy, I'm trying | 1:12:23 | 1:12:25 | |
to move along to the river as quick as I can and draw that $300. | 1:12:25 | 1:12:29 | |
And that's all there is. | 1:12:29 | 1:12:31 | |
There ain't no more. | 1:12:33 | 1:12:34 | |
SHE WAILS | 1:12:38 | 1:12:42 | |
SHE HUMS | 1:12:49 | 1:12:50 | |
# If I should prosper | 1:13:13 | 1:13:15 | |
# Hear my heart pray | 1:13:15 | 1:13:17 | |
# Send me a summons to wed thee one day | 1:13:19 | 1:13:23 | |
# Take me this token and love me always | 1:13:24 | 1:13:28 | |
# But if I should perish, thy promises keep | 1:13:30 | 1:13:35 | |
# Take thee our two hearts and bury them here | 1:13:35 | 1:13:41 | |
# Take thee our tokens In love let us sleep. # | 1:13:42 | 1:13:47 | |
I couldn't sleep. | 1:14:12 | 1:14:14 | |
I could. | 1:14:14 | 1:14:15 | |
How long now till we get there? | 1:14:15 | 1:14:17 | |
How long? | 1:14:17 | 1:14:19 | |
A week... | 1:14:20 | 1:14:22 | |
thereabouts. | 1:14:22 | 1:14:23 | |
Maybe a month. Hell, I don't know. | 1:14:23 | 1:14:25 | |
It's almost over now. | 1:14:28 | 1:14:29 | |
Will you stay in Iowa or come back to the territory? | 1:14:29 | 1:14:32 | |
I don't know. | 1:14:32 | 1:14:34 | |
You're not much for making plans. | 1:14:34 | 1:14:36 | |
No, not much. | 1:14:36 | 1:14:38 | |
Mr Briggs, you're an intelligent man... | 1:14:40 | 1:14:44 | |
and if you think on it, | 1:14:44 | 1:14:45 | |
I'm sure you'll see the wisdom in it. | 1:14:45 | 1:14:48 | |
After we've turned them over to Mrs Carter... | 1:14:48 | 1:14:52 | |
why don't we marry and come back together? | 1:14:52 | 1:14:55 | |
I'm 31 years old. If I'm ever to marry, it better be soon and... | 1:14:55 | 1:14:59 | |
you're not getting any younger. | 1:14:59 | 1:15:02 | |
You see my house, my stock... | 1:15:02 | 1:15:04 | |
I've got two fine claims and money in the bank. | 1:15:04 | 1:15:07 | |
I'm in good health and capable of child bearing. | 1:15:07 | 1:15:11 | |
I plan to buy shoats next spring and fatten 'em on corn, | 1:15:11 | 1:15:15 | |
and come next summer I'll have 60 acres under wheat. | 1:15:15 | 1:15:18 | |
I plan to put in pumpkins, too. | 1:15:20 | 1:15:23 | |
We'd make a good team, you and I. | 1:15:24 | 1:15:27 | |
If we pull together, we're bound to prosper. Don't you agree? | 1:15:27 | 1:15:32 | |
I ain't no farmer. | 1:15:32 | 1:15:33 | |
Well, you could try. You could try. | 1:15:33 | 1:15:36 | |
I tried it one time, with a widow woman, | 1:15:36 | 1:15:38 | |
up north of Wamego. | 1:15:38 | 1:15:40 | |
Up and down them goddammed rows, daylight till dark. | 1:15:40 | 1:15:43 | |
There's prettier things to look at than the ass end of an ox. | 1:15:43 | 1:15:46 | |
One morning I just rode off. | 1:15:46 | 1:15:47 | |
You deserted her. | 1:15:49 | 1:15:51 | |
When I left, I was sorry. But I never did look back. | 1:15:51 | 1:15:55 | |
I see. | 1:15:55 | 1:15:57 | |
So you won't marry me? | 1:15:57 | 1:15:58 | |
No. | 1:15:59 | 1:16:00 | |
I won't. | 1:16:00 | 1:16:03 | |
I know I'm plain as an old tin pail... | 1:16:03 | 1:16:06 | |
but would you think about it from here to Hebron | 1:16:06 | 1:16:08 | |
and talk with me about it again? | 1:16:08 | 1:16:10 | |
Talk's cheap. | 1:16:10 | 1:16:11 | |
Mr Briggs, | 1:16:13 | 1:16:14 | |
perhaps you don't realise what a grand thing you are doing taking | 1:16:14 | 1:16:18 | |
these poor, helpless women home. | 1:16:18 | 1:16:20 | |
If you don't, I assure you, the good Lord does and I do. | 1:16:20 | 1:16:24 | |
This might be the finest, most generous act of your life. | 1:16:24 | 1:16:28 | |
It might be $300. | 1:16:28 | 1:16:30 | |
You won't marry me? | 1:16:33 | 1:16:35 | |
No. | 1:16:35 | 1:16:36 | |
And I am plain. | 1:16:38 | 1:16:40 | |
I wish you'd say one kind word to me. | 1:16:43 | 1:16:45 | |
Like what? | 1:16:45 | 1:16:46 | |
That I'm a good woman. That I've helped you. | 1:16:46 | 1:16:49 | |
Fair enough. You're a damn good woman, Cuddy, and you helped me. | 1:16:49 | 1:16:53 | |
Ah...! | 1:16:53 | 1:16:54 | |
I deserted from the Dragoons. | 1:17:02 | 1:17:03 | |
That's right, Company C 1st US. | 1:17:05 | 1:17:08 | |
Fort Kearny. Stole a horse and away I run. | 1:17:08 | 1:17:11 | |
I ain't attached to nothing. | 1:17:13 | 1:17:15 | |
Just me. | 1:17:17 | 1:17:18 | |
No. | 1:17:38 | 1:17:40 | |
I want... | 1:17:40 | 1:17:41 | |
to lie with you. | 1:17:41 | 1:17:43 | |
No. | 1:17:43 | 1:17:45 | |
You must. | 1:17:45 | 1:17:46 | |
I saved your life. | 1:17:46 | 1:17:47 | |
No... | 1:17:48 | 1:17:49 | |
Please... | 1:17:59 | 1:18:01 | |
spare me my dignity, sir. | 1:18:01 | 1:18:03 | |
Raise your knees. | 1:18:44 | 1:18:45 | |
Take me in your hand. | 1:18:50 | 1:18:51 | |
Just you remember, Cuddy, I didn't force you. | 1:18:55 | 1:18:58 | |
I will. | 1:18:58 | 1:18:59 | |
If I hurt you, I can't help it. | 1:18:59 | 1:19:00 | |
I know. | 1:19:00 | 1:19:02 | |
You asked me. I didn't ask you. | 1:19:02 | 1:19:04 | |
I know. | 1:19:04 | 1:19:05 | |
So let me in you. | 1:19:05 | 1:19:07 | |
Yes. | 1:19:08 | 1:19:10 | |
SHE GASPS QUIETLY | 1:19:12 | 1:19:14 | |
Cuddy? | 1:19:51 | 1:19:52 | |
Cuddy! | 1:19:57 | 1:19:58 | |
HE SIGHS | 1:20:57 | 1:20:58 | |
My God in heaven, Cuddy, | 1:21:00 | 1:21:02 | |
we made a deal to carry these women back to Iowa. | 1:21:02 | 1:21:05 | |
And I kept my word and here you done broke yours. | 1:21:05 | 1:21:07 | |
Oh, sh... | 1:21:09 | 1:21:11 | |
See here? | 1:21:28 | 1:21:29 | |
You see what you've done? You've killed her. | 1:21:29 | 1:21:31 | |
Look at her! You killed her! | 1:21:31 | 1:21:34 | |
Too damn crazy to pay attention to anything! Goddamn lunatics! | 1:21:34 | 1:21:38 | |
You don't know nothing about this world. | 1:21:38 | 1:21:40 | |
You can't even piss straight. | 1:21:42 | 1:21:43 | |
Hadn't been for you, Mary Bee wouldn't be dead. | 1:21:47 | 1:21:49 | |
She wouldn't even be out here! | 1:21:51 | 1:21:53 | |
If you hadn't gone crazy, she wouldn't have made this trip. | 1:21:55 | 1:21:59 | |
If you'd stayed steady and strong, she'd be alive | 1:21:59 | 1:22:03 | |
and at home. In her own house. | 1:22:03 | 1:22:05 | |
And so would you. But, no. | 1:22:05 | 1:22:07 | |
You went crazy and drove her crazy and it killed her. | 1:22:07 | 1:22:10 | |
What have you got to say about that? | 1:22:10 | 1:22:12 | |
Tha... | 1:22:15 | 1:22:16 | |
Oh... | 1:22:35 | 1:22:36 | |
Well, I'll be... | 1:22:50 | 1:22:51 | |
I'm going on by myself. | 1:23:12 | 1:23:13 | |
You're on your own. | 1:23:16 | 1:23:17 | |
Far enough along here east where somebody will come along and tend to you. | 1:23:19 | 1:23:22 | |
There ain't a damn one of you can understand a word I'm saying. | 1:23:25 | 1:23:28 | |
SHE SHRIEKS | 1:24:06 | 1:24:08 | |
Oh, my God...! | 1:24:08 | 1:24:10 | |
Whoa. Whoa...! | 1:26:18 | 1:26:20 | |
How do? | 1:26:30 | 1:26:32 | |
I'm carrying three women outside, haven't had anything to eat for three days. | 1:26:32 | 1:26:35 | |
They need supper now, rooms for the night and hot baths. | 1:26:35 | 1:26:38 | |
We're full up. | 1:26:38 | 1:26:39 | |
With what? | 1:26:42 | 1:26:44 | |
People. | 1:26:44 | 1:26:45 | |
Mister, I didn't come in here for trouble. | 1:26:46 | 1:26:49 | |
But I am tired. And when I'm tired I'm easy to aggravate. | 1:26:49 | 1:26:53 | |
Now, this is a hotel. I've got money. | 1:26:53 | 1:26:55 | |
I want supper now, then I want a room for myself | 1:26:55 | 1:26:59 | |
and I want a room for three women | 1:26:59 | 1:27:01 | |
and I want four hot baths. Is there reason why not? | 1:27:01 | 1:27:03 | |
Wait here a minute. | 1:27:03 | 1:27:05 | |
MEN'S VOICES UPSTAIRS | 1:27:17 | 1:27:20 | |
FOOTSTEPS ON STAIRS | 1:27:23 | 1:27:24 | |
Greetings! How do? | 1:27:26 | 1:27:28 | |
My name is Aloysius Duffy. And yours is...? | 1:27:28 | 1:27:31 | |
Briggs. | 1:27:31 | 1:27:33 | |
I understand you are in need of a meal and accommodations, Mr Briggs | 1:27:33 | 1:27:36 | |
That's right. For myself and three passengers. Women. | 1:27:36 | 1:27:39 | |
Oh! | 1:27:39 | 1:27:40 | |
Unusual cargo, I must say. | 1:27:40 | 1:27:43 | |
In any case, Mr Briggs, I regret I cannot oblige you. | 1:27:43 | 1:27:47 | |
Why not? This is a hotel, ain't it? | 1:27:47 | 1:27:49 | |
Have a drink on the house. | 1:27:49 | 1:27:51 | |
Grand. | 1:27:57 | 1:27:58 | |
Oh... | 1:28:01 | 1:28:03 | |
There she went. | 1:28:03 | 1:28:04 | |
Now, then, Mr Briggs, you couldn't have shown up | 1:28:04 | 1:28:08 | |
at a more inauspicious time. | 1:28:08 | 1:28:09 | |
It so happens a party of 16 potential investors | 1:28:09 | 1:28:13 | |
is coming from St Louis by steamboat and coach. | 1:28:13 | 1:28:15 | |
I trust you recognise, we cannot accommodate anyone else. | 1:28:15 | 1:28:19 | |
These are gentlemen of means | 1:28:19 | 1:28:22 | |
and the fate of our entire venture may very well depend on... | 1:28:22 | 1:28:25 | |
We had a bad winter. | 1:28:25 | 1:28:27 | |
Travelled a long way to get here. | 1:28:27 | 1:28:29 | |
And they ain't had nothing to eat for three days. | 1:28:29 | 1:28:31 | |
I'm sorry. | 1:28:33 | 1:28:35 | |
The women are in bad shape, they're... | 1:28:35 | 1:28:37 | |
awful hungry. | 1:28:37 | 1:28:40 | |
Let me see them. | 1:28:42 | 1:28:44 | |
HE WHISPERS | 1:28:46 | 1:28:47 | |
SHE SCREAMS Good God! | 1:29:04 | 1:29:06 | |
You can't turn us away. | 1:29:06 | 1:29:08 | |
I can't. | 1:29:08 | 1:29:09 | |
Mr Briggs... | 1:29:21 | 1:29:22 | |
those women are pitiful, I concede. | 1:29:22 | 1:29:25 | |
But we can't have them here tonight. | 1:29:25 | 1:29:27 | |
The milk of human kindness be damned. | 1:29:27 | 1:29:30 | |
Now, kindly, be out the door and take that wagon away from here. | 1:29:30 | 1:29:34 | |
And God speed to you. | 1:29:34 | 1:29:36 | |
Shoe's on the other foot now. You put them guns down on the floor real careful | 1:29:38 | 1:29:42 | |
and get us our supper on the table right goddamn now. | 1:29:42 | 1:29:44 | |
Shoe's back where it belongs, Mr Briggs. | 1:29:48 | 1:29:50 | |
Grand. Well done. | 1:29:52 | 1:29:54 | |
Be on your way, my friend. | 1:29:55 | 1:29:57 | |
And lament you neglected my offering a whiskey. | 1:29:57 | 1:30:00 | |
All right. But I tell you what, you are the worst bunch | 1:30:00 | 1:30:03 | |
of lying, thieving, pisshead sons of bitches I'll ever run into. | 1:30:03 | 1:30:08 | |
You turn your back on these poor women, you'll answer for it for the rest of your lives. | 1:30:08 | 1:30:11 | |
You won't sleep. | 1:30:13 | 1:30:14 | |
You'll choke on your whiskey and on your water. | 1:30:14 | 1:30:16 | |
The food you eat will block up your bowels... | 1:30:16 | 1:30:20 | |
and you'll die of your own shit. | 1:30:20 | 1:30:22 | |
Your mothers and your sisters | 1:30:22 | 1:30:25 | |
and your wives and your daughters | 1:30:25 | 1:30:27 | |
will curse your broke dick souls. | 1:30:27 | 1:30:30 | |
Get on! | 1:30:31 | 1:30:33 | |
Get on, ya, ya! | 1:30:33 | 1:30:34 | |
Get on, get on! | 1:30:34 | 1:30:36 | |
Get up, now! | 1:30:36 | 1:30:38 | |
Go on! | 1:30:38 | 1:30:39 | |
Go on, get on, get on! | 1:30:41 | 1:30:42 | |
Oh, for God's sake. | 1:30:44 | 1:30:46 | |
Come on, get on! | 1:30:54 | 1:30:55 | |
I'm going to go get us something to eat. | 1:31:25 | 1:31:27 | |
Now, you all be good girls and go to sleep. | 1:31:27 | 1:31:30 | |
I'll be back directly. | 1:31:30 | 1:31:32 | |
You need to get on out of here. | 1:32:18 | 1:32:19 | |
Don't look back, darling. | 1:32:29 | 1:32:30 | |
MUFFLED SHOUTS | 1:32:45 | 1:32:47 | |
GUNSHOT | 1:33:00 | 1:33:01 | |
Son of a bitch! | 1:33:01 | 1:33:02 | |
Goddamn, that hurts! | 1:33:05 | 1:33:06 | |
Ah, shite... | 1:33:11 | 1:33:12 | |
SHOUTS CONTINUE | 1:33:32 | 1:33:34 | |
SCREAMING | 1:33:35 | 1:33:38 | |
GLASS SHATTERS | 1:34:24 | 1:34:25 | |
SCREAMING | 1:34:25 | 1:34:27 | |
BELL RINGS | 1:34:57 | 1:34:58 | |
She looked ridiculous... | 1:36:01 | 1:36:04 | |
Pardon, ma'am, I'm looking for a woman by the name of Altha Carter. | 1:36:05 | 1:36:08 | |
Do you know where her house is at? | 1:36:08 | 1:36:10 | |
That would be the minister's wife. | 1:36:10 | 1:36:11 | |
Yes, ma'am, that's right. It would be. | 1:36:11 | 1:36:14 | |
Go on down to the Methodist church. The house across the street, | 1:36:14 | 1:36:17 | |
that's the parsonage. | 1:36:17 | 1:36:19 | |
All right, ma'am. | 1:36:19 | 1:36:21 | |
Thank you. | 1:36:21 | 1:36:22 | |
Come, Maisy. Don't look at him. | 1:36:22 | 1:36:24 | |
Come on! | 1:36:24 | 1:36:25 | |
Whoa! | 1:36:42 | 1:36:43 | |
Sir? | 1:37:17 | 1:37:18 | |
Afternoon, ma'am. Are you Mrs Altha Carter, | 1:37:20 | 1:37:22 | |
the wife of the Methodist minister? | 1:37:22 | 1:37:24 | |
I am. | 1:37:24 | 1:37:25 | |
Well, ma'am, my name is Briggs. I'm from the territories, Loup, | 1:37:25 | 1:37:29 | |
and I've brought you three women. | 1:37:29 | 1:37:32 | |
Women? | 1:37:33 | 1:37:34 | |
Oh! | 1:37:36 | 1:37:37 | |
Oh, for goodness' sakes, yes! | 1:37:39 | 1:37:41 | |
You have been a long time coming, Mr Briggs. | 1:37:43 | 1:37:46 | |
I am relieved you are here. I'm sorry, Reverend Carter isn't. | 1:37:46 | 1:37:50 | |
He is out burying a beloved member of our congregation. | 1:37:50 | 1:37:53 | |
Just a minute... I thought a woman named Cuddy was bringing them. | 1:37:55 | 1:37:58 | |
That's what Reverend Dowd wrote. | 1:37:58 | 1:38:00 | |
She was with us up to a week ago, ma'am. | 1:38:00 | 1:38:02 | |
I'm sorry to tell you that a fever took her. | 1:38:02 | 1:38:06 | |
I buried her and we moved on. | 1:38:06 | 1:38:08 | |
Mary Bee Cuddy... | 1:38:09 | 1:38:11 | |
..was her name. | 1:38:12 | 1:38:13 | |
Oh what a... | 1:38:15 | 1:38:17 | |
terrible loss. | 1:38:17 | 1:38:19 | |
She must have been a fine, brave human being. | 1:38:19 | 1:38:22 | |
She truly was. | 1:38:22 | 1:38:23 | |
They've ridden all this way | 1:38:26 | 1:38:28 | |
in that box? | 1:38:28 | 1:38:29 | |
Oh, mercy! | 1:38:31 | 1:38:32 | |
Well...it's time to meet them. | 1:38:36 | 1:38:39 | |
I'm not sure I'm ready. | 1:38:41 | 1:38:43 | |
Get over there. | 1:38:51 | 1:38:52 | |
You must have had an awful winter. | 1:39:06 | 1:39:09 | |
We did, ma'am. | 1:39:09 | 1:39:10 | |
Put them on the settee, Mr Briggs. | 1:39:34 | 1:39:37 | |
Do they speak? No. | 1:39:45 | 1:39:48 | |
Do they understand anything? | 1:39:55 | 1:39:58 | |
Ma'am, I don't know. | 1:39:58 | 1:39:59 | |
I noticed their eyes move round the room. | 1:40:03 | 1:40:06 | |
What does that mean? | 1:40:06 | 1:40:08 | |
That's hard to tell. | 1:40:08 | 1:40:10 | |
Perhaps each remembers a parlour | 1:40:11 | 1:40:15 | |
from her own past. | 1:40:15 | 1:40:17 | |
Poor, poor dears. | 1:40:18 | 1:40:20 | |
Have you noticed any improvement in their condition? | 1:40:20 | 1:40:24 | |
They don't scrap with each other or try to run off any more. | 1:40:24 | 1:40:27 | |
Tell me their names. | 1:40:27 | 1:40:29 | |
That's Theoline Belknap. She killed her baby. Oh, no, no, no! | 1:40:29 | 1:40:32 | |
Please, don't tell me, Mr Briggs. I don't care to know. | 1:40:32 | 1:40:36 | |
That one there is a Norsky woman by the name of Gro Svendsen. | 1:40:36 | 1:40:39 | |
Very well. | 1:40:39 | 1:40:41 | |
And that's Arabella Sours. | 1:40:41 | 1:40:43 | |
She's only a girl. Why, she even has a doll. | 1:40:43 | 1:40:46 | |
She had three little children, lost them all | 1:40:46 | 1:40:48 | |
to the diphtheria in three days. | 1:40:48 | 1:40:49 | |
Dear Lord! | 1:40:49 | 1:40:51 | |
Please, don't say any more. | 1:40:51 | 1:40:53 | |
There's letters on all three of 'em in this bag here, | 1:40:55 | 1:40:58 | |
about their kin folks and all. | 1:40:58 | 1:41:00 | |
I better move on. | 1:41:00 | 1:41:02 | |
They just might jump up and try to follow me. | 1:41:04 | 1:41:07 | |
Oh... | 1:41:07 | 1:41:08 | |
I think this room will hold them. | 1:41:08 | 1:41:10 | |
Oh! I almost forgot. | 1:41:12 | 1:41:13 | |
This is for you, Miss Sours. | 1:41:19 | 1:41:21 | |
It's lovely. | 1:41:22 | 1:41:24 | |
Maybe you'll want it, | 1:41:24 | 1:41:27 | |
one fine day. | 1:41:27 | 1:41:28 | |
Well, goodbye, ladies. | 1:41:37 | 1:41:39 | |
God bless you. | 1:41:43 | 1:41:44 | |
They'll be all right. | 1:42:00 | 1:42:02 | |
I want to say goodbye to you. | 1:42:02 | 1:42:04 | |
You can give this wagon and those mules | 1:42:04 | 1:42:07 | |
and that horse and everything else to the Methodist women. | 1:42:07 | 1:42:10 | |
Maybe they can sell everything, use the money to pay for railroad fare and whatever else. | 1:42:10 | 1:42:13 | |
Mr Briggs! I'm delighted. | 1:42:14 | 1:42:18 | |
How very generous of you. | 1:42:18 | 1:42:21 | |
Tell the reverend to give those mules a good feeding of corn. | 1:42:21 | 1:42:23 | |
Will you go back to the territory? | 1:42:23 | 1:42:26 | |
I don't know. | 1:42:26 | 1:42:27 | |
If you do, please thank Reverend Dowd for me. | 1:42:27 | 1:42:30 | |
And wish him well. | 1:42:30 | 1:42:31 | |
Yes, ma'am. | 1:42:31 | 1:42:33 | |
Well, then. | 1:42:33 | 1:42:34 | |
This is our goodbye, Mr Briggs. Give me your hand. | 1:42:35 | 1:42:39 | |
God our Father, bless this good man, wherever he may go. | 1:42:39 | 1:42:43 | |
Keep watch over him. | 1:42:43 | 1:42:45 | |
Cause Thy face to shine upon him | 1:42:45 | 1:42:48 | |
and bring him home to Thee one day. | 1:42:48 | 1:42:51 | |
In Jesus' name I pray, amen. | 1:42:51 | 1:42:54 | |
I hope we meet again, Mr Briggs. Goodbye. | 1:42:54 | 1:42:58 | |
You can go on now. | 1:43:00 | 1:43:02 | |
Oh, yes. | 1:43:48 | 1:43:50 | |
Looks splendid, sir. | 1:43:50 | 1:43:51 | |
INAUDIBLE | 1:44:03 | 1:44:04 | |
How old are you? | 1:44:13 | 1:44:15 | |
16. | 1:44:15 | 1:44:16 | |
You ain't got no shoes on your feet. | 1:44:16 | 1:44:19 | |
Well, that's my business, ain't it? | 1:44:19 | 1:44:21 | |
I'll take them shoes, right there. | 1:44:40 | 1:44:42 | |
DOOR OPENS | 1:44:50 | 1:44:51 | |
MURMUR OF CONVERSATION | 1:44:52 | 1:44:53 | |
MAN LAUGHS | 1:44:57 | 1:44:58 | |
CONVERSATION STOPS | 1:45:01 | 1:45:02 | |
Playing high stakes, sir. Can you show $50? | 1:45:17 | 1:45:20 | |
There's $300 for you. | 1:45:20 | 1:45:23 | |
Mind if I have a look? | 1:45:23 | 1:45:25 | |
Suit yourself. | 1:45:25 | 1:45:26 | |
Have a look at this, Mr Carmichael. | 1:45:32 | 1:45:34 | |
Bank of Loup? | 1:45:43 | 1:45:44 | |
Up near Wamego. | 1:45:44 | 1:45:46 | |
How long since you been there, sir? | 1:45:46 | 1:45:48 | |
Five, six weeks. | 1:45:48 | 1:45:50 | |
Bank of Loup went bust. Happens all the time | 1:45:50 | 1:45:52 | |
to sod buster banks in the territory. | 1:45:52 | 1:45:55 | |
I've lost more than my fair share of this wildcat paper. | 1:45:55 | 1:46:00 | |
Do you have any greenbacks? | 1:46:00 | 1:46:02 | |
No... | 1:46:02 | 1:46:03 | |
I spent it all. | 1:46:03 | 1:46:05 | |
Well, I'm sorry, sir. I cannot accept these banknotes. | 1:46:05 | 1:46:09 | |
Nobody around here will. | 1:46:09 | 1:46:11 | |
Sorry, but you can't sit at the table unless you're playing. | 1:46:12 | 1:46:14 | |
Sorry, but you can't sit at the table unless you're playing. | 1:46:14 | 1:46:15 | |
I'll have to ask you to leave. | 1:46:15 | 1:46:16 | |
Why? | 1:46:16 | 1:46:17 | |
Please, leave the table, sir. | 1:46:19 | 1:46:20 | |
You're not socially acceptable here, see? | 1:46:24 | 1:46:27 | |
You ever know a woman by the name Mary Bee Cuddy? | 1:46:44 | 1:46:47 | |
No, sir. | 1:46:47 | 1:46:49 | |
These are for you. | 1:46:49 | 1:46:51 | |
You've still got to pay your bill. | 1:47:00 | 1:47:02 | |
That gravy and them biscuits you made was pretty good. | 1:47:02 | 1:47:05 | |
Thank you. | 1:47:05 | 1:47:06 | |
I got a good piece of advice for you. | 1:47:07 | 1:47:09 | |
When you get grown, don't marry some shit-healed kid headed west | 1:47:11 | 1:47:14 | |
to make a claim on a farm he ain't built yet. | 1:47:14 | 1:47:17 | |
Don't you do that. | 1:47:17 | 1:47:18 | |
You stay here. | 1:47:18 | 1:47:19 | |
Why? | 1:47:20 | 1:47:21 | |
Because I told you to. | 1:47:21 | 1:47:23 | |
Who is Mary Bee Cuddy? | 1:47:24 | 1:47:26 | |
Mary Bee Cuddy... | 1:47:26 | 1:47:27 | |
..was as fine a woman as ever walked. | 1:47:28 | 1:47:31 | |
You will never know her. | 1:47:34 | 1:47:36 | |
Well, then, so what? | 1:47:36 | 1:47:37 | |
So what? | 1:47:37 | 1:47:39 | |
You are the living, breathing reason... | 1:47:41 | 1:47:45 | |
she will never be lost. | 1:47:45 | 1:47:47 | |
That's all right, darling. | 1:47:50 | 1:47:52 | |
You're a strange man. | 1:47:53 | 1:47:55 | |
I expect I am. | 1:47:55 | 1:47:56 | |
Why don't we marry? | 1:47:58 | 1:48:00 | |
Maybe. | 1:48:02 | 1:48:03 | |
MURMUR OF CONVERSATION | 1:48:12 | 1:48:13 | |
LAUGHTER | 1:48:31 | 1:48:32 | |
Haul away! | 1:48:37 | 1:48:38 | |
CONVERSATION AND SHOUTS CONTINUE | 1:48:42 | 1:48:44 | |
All right, your way. | 1:48:48 | 1:48:50 | |
Give him some slack there. | 1:48:50 | 1:48:51 | |
Shove off! | 1:49:13 | 1:49:14 | |
Hang on to the left. | 1:49:21 | 1:49:22 | |
Hang on, walk it down, walk it down. | 1:49:25 | 1:49:26 | |
All right, we're moving. | 1:49:29 | 1:49:30 | |
Let me catch up. | 1:49:33 | 1:49:34 | |
Together now. | 1:49:36 | 1:49:38 | |
# Take her by her lily-white hand | 1:49:44 | 1:49:46 | |
# Lead her like a pigeon | 1:49:48 | 1:49:50 | |
# Make her dance the weevily wheat | 1:49:52 | 1:49:54 | |
# Scatter her religion... # | 1:49:54 | 1:49:56 | |
You boys know the Weevily Wheat? | 1:49:56 | 1:49:58 | |
Hell, yeah. Get on up here. | 1:49:58 | 1:49:59 | |
# O Charlie, he's a fine young man | 1:50:02 | 1:50:04 | |
# Charlie, he's a dandy | 1:50:04 | 1:50:06 | |
# Every time he goes to town | 1:50:06 | 1:50:08 | |
# He brings the girls some candy... # | 1:50:08 | 1:50:10 | |
Hey, cut out that noise! There's people here trying to sleep! | 1:50:17 | 1:50:20 | |
GUN COCKS | 1:50:21 | 1:50:22 | |
GUNSHOT | 1:50:22 | 1:50:24 | |
You sons of bitches! | 1:50:24 | 1:50:26 | |
We are heading west, goddammit! | 1:50:27 | 1:50:28 | |
You bet her lips are goddamn level! | 1:50:30 | 1:50:32 | |
# O Charlie, he's a fine young man | 1:50:34 | 1:50:36 | |
# Charlie, he's a dandy | 1:50:36 | 1:50:39 | |
# Every time he goes to town | 1:50:39 | 1:50:41 | |
# He brings the girls some candy | 1:50:41 | 1:50:43 | |
# Charlie here and Charlie there... # | 1:50:45 | 1:50:47 | |
SINGING AND MUSIC CONTINUES | 1:50:47 | 1:50:48 | |
GUNSHOT | 1:51:00 | 1:51:01 | |
Clap your hands! | 1:51:13 | 1:51:15 | |
If you lie your whole life, | 1:52:46 | 1:52:49 | |
you cannot escape. | 1:52:49 | 1:52:52 | |
Welcome to Redwater. | 1:52:52 | 1:52:54 | |
I know this is the right place. | 1:52:54 | 1:52:55 | |
I've been waiting my whole life. | 1:52:55 | 1:52:57 |