Blackwater (2019) - full transcript

Pour me another drink.

Give up, Jack, you can't win.

Shut up and keep playing.

Come on, Jack.

Anyway, that son of a
bitch went up the alley.

Show me what you
got, cocksucker!

What are you sayin'?

You know you ain't
gonna win, just give up.

- What do you got?
- This hand's mine.

And of you fellows
looking for pussy today,

or are you just
got to sit around



and scare away all my regulars?

No need for hostilities, Mister.

We're just looking to
get shit-faced drunk.

Now, pour me another drink.

And let us go
about our business.

You best quit
eyeballing me right now.

Or you're gonna end up face down

in the quagmire out front.

Now, don't be causing
no trouble now.

Best you get to
wherever you're goin'

before we find ourselves
ill acquainted, friend.

I don't like the
tone in your voice.

And I ain't your fuckin' friend!

We'll be on our way
when we decide to be.



You hear me, cocksucker!

What I tell you
about manners, Jack?

Every goddamn time we
get to a new place,

you gotta go and rub
folks the wrong way.

Just for once, is it really
such an inconceivable

proposition that you not
invite the propensity

for hostile transgressions?

I'm sorry, Ace, I didn't...

Now, I think it'd be best if
you apologized to Mister...

Green, Chester Green.

And it's quite all right, sir.

Allow me to un-rattle the cage.

Next rounds on me, fellas.

Now you see, Jack.

That's how we address Mr. Green

and all fellow proprietors,
gamblers, drunks,

or any other cocksuckers
we encounter from now on.

You understand?

Yes, sir.

Get up.

You fellas from
around these parts?

We go where the work is.

What kind of work
would that be, Sir?

What's your name, Mister?

Morning, Sheriff.

Coffee for me.

Might you pour it pretty
please, Mr. Green.

Sure thing, Mr. Sanderson.

What's the latest on
the new bank they're

building down a ways?

Well, apparently some
square head from Montana

is putting up the coin, and
he'll be here within a week.

That's good.

Here's to progress.

Well now, Chester.

It sure seems like the standards
to which you usually uphold

in regards to the quality
of the patronage here

sure has declined of late.

Now, Nigel, please
dispense with all

superfluous incivilities
towards these gentlemen.

Gentlemen?

I find it hard to see any
gentlemen here, Sheriff.

Look more like a bunch
of lowlife rabble to me.

The kind you and I
almost invariably

have trouble with
sooner or later.

Easy now.

These men have
done nothing wrong,

and I don't believe their
intentions to be misguided.

You listen to your
boss now, Mister.

And you best change your
fuckin' tone the next time

you addressin' us.

There won't be a
next time you keep

spouting off like that, son.

Easy now, Nigel,
let's take the air.

We got a busy day ahead.

Y'all have a nice day.

One moment, Sheriff.

If I may ask, who's the
marshal around these parts?

We ain't got one.

Mr. Sand and I are the
only law in this camp.

Why do you ask?

Well, I was just wondering
how safe it was around here,

and who it is that's
gonna take care

of me and mine while
we are staying.

If something unfortunate
was to transpire here,

who would come to our aid, sir?

Surely it can't just be you two
protecting all of Blackwater

from any inequitable
contentions?

Well, that sure sounds
like a troublemaker to me.

Sound like a troublemaker
to you, Gill?

What I tell you,
this son of a bitch

ain't here for no picnic!

I wouldn't do that

if I was you.

Goddamn, sons of bitches!

Come on now.

Why are you asking me this,

and who the fuck are you anyway?

I, sir, am king of the castle.

Come on now, old
man, let's play!

We got us a old one!

Come on!

We gettin' him, Sheriff!

Look at the boy!

Look at him, Sheriff!

He lookin' good.

- Listen up, everybody!
- That's your boy!

There are new
rules in this camp.

Now the priest today is simple.

We are now in charge.

Remember the name, Ace Dalton.

That's who you gon be
answering to from now on.

If you want to stay alive.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

How's that apple pie
coming along, Betty?

Imma check on it
now, Miss Daphne.

I was just running some
water out to the cattle boys.

You're too good to
them, you know that?

Mm-hm, but those good,
hardworking boys, Miss Daphne.

Don't you forget them, I'm not.

Anyways, I can smell the
apple pie from over here.

Smells so good, don't it?

Mm-hm.

You know, we sure are
lucky to have you, Betty.

Mm-hm, I know.

Who's that over there?

State your business.

I do beg your pardon, Miss.

It was not my
intention to alarm you.

My name is Balthazar de
la Croix, at your service.

This is my horse, Honey.

Pleased to meet you,
Mr. de la Croix.

But I ask again,
state your business.

Of course, of course.

I'm looking for a nearby
camp around these parts

by the name of Blackwater.

I believe it to be
somewhere in the vicinity.

I have an acquaintance there
that I wish to parlay with.

Quite embarrassingly,
I seem to have

fallen off the trail
somewhere, along the line.

Well, Mr. de la Croix,

it appears you've
taken a wrong turn.

Blackwater is about
three miles east of here.

My my, how absentminded of me.

I'd be much obliged to you,

if you could point me
in the right direction.

Well, Mister, how about
you come on inside,

and I'll draw you a map?

Hell, Betty's cooking some
of her famous apple pie,

that'll make your
mustache twirl.

You're more than
welcome to come on in

and have a cool drink and
a bite to eat, if you like.

The name is Daphne.

Daphne Sanderson.

Well, Miss Sanderson,

if Betty's apple pie is indeed
as good as you say it is,

it'd be my absolute pleasure.

What a marvelous home you
have here, Miss Sanderson.

Thank you, it
belongs to my family.

My daddy built this
place before I was born.

It's been my family
residence ever since.

How wonderful.

Is Mr. Sanderson
still residing here?

I would be honored to meet him.

Actually, he lives
in Blackwater now,

but he comes back home to
visit, regularly, of course.

Well, if I ever get there,

I'd love the pleasure of
meeting the man myself.

I expect you will,
he's the sheriff.

Fascinating.

I trust y'all are happy
with your apple pie?

Betty, you have
outdone yourself again.

Absolutely delightful,
Mademoiselle.

I've never tasted any better.

Well, sir, you may
have a second helping.

So, Mr. de la Croix,

may I ask what business
you have in Blackwater?

You mentioned something about
parlaying with someone there?

Indeed, I have an old
friend by the name

of Reverend Patrick Flanagan.

I believe he's the
camp's minister now.

One would say the
we're boon companions

from many, many moons ago.

I'd like to rejoin
his acquaintance.

Well, once we're done here,

I'd be happy to ride with
you, show you the way.

Oh, Miss Sanderson,
I couldn't possibly

trouble you any further.

It's no trouble at all.

I was fixing on visiting
Daddy today anyways.

Betty!

Could you be a doll and get
David to ready the horses?

We'll be riding out shortly.

Yes, Ma'am.

So, what do you do for a living?

Oh, Miss Sanderson, I
couldn't possibly...

Miss Daphne, I just seen
Herschel riding up the pass,

and he's riding mighty fast.

Herschel, what's wrong?

Betty.

I'm sorry, Miss Sanderson.

It's your Pa.

Betty.

Get my rifle.

Oh Lord, render onto
them a recompense,

according to the
work of their hands.

What's the matter, preacher man?

Never seen a gutless dog
hanging from a tree before?

Now, you show him some
respect, he was a decent man.

There's a dead man, priest.

Keep taking that tone with
us, you'll be joining him.

You, you demons.

Why don't you go back to
hell where you come from?

You savage monsters.

Demons

send you to hell.

This is a man of God, you
stupid son of a bitch.

Never strike a man of the cloth.

Or may your corpse
burn for 1000 years.

Boss.

You two assholes are
supposed to be on lookout.

Not wandering round here,
threatening the locals.

Now go on, get to it.

I said, get to it!

You'll get yours, preacher man!

Apologies, Minister.

My men can get a little
rambunctious at times.

Well, it's up to
me to remind them

to refine their etiquette.

Where I come from, a man
that commits such a sin

will be severely dealt with.

Be careful.

I may have saved you from a
beatin' just now, old man,

but don't think I would hesitate

in carrying out said
action, you keep testing me.

Now, the end come upon thee.

I send my anger upon thee.

I will judge thee
according to thy ways.

Don't be plotting no
insurgent designs,

or they will quickly
get shut down.

You just keep your head down,

and do as we say, and you
won't be answering the call

of St. Peter just yet.

Now.

I have a meeting
with the sheriff,

and I dare not keep him waiting.

We have women today.

I gotta shave my beard.

That shit's fun and all, but
I ain't a complete asshole.

Yeah, well, I was watching
the road, asshole!

Fuck off!

Hey, at least I don't look
stupid in that hat, cocksucker.

I look as pretty as a pair
of dog's eyes in this!

Get down.

Shit.

You heard what the boss said.

That bitch could shoot a pimple

off a horse's ass at 500 yards.

Come on.

All right!

Right there.

Put your hands up
real slow like.

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

Don't you know I'm the
Sheriff's daughter?

Yeah?

Well, that's good 'cause
pretty soon you and him,

little lady, are gonna
be having a catch up.

You get down off those
horses real slow like.

Slow like molasses.

Move it!

You too, fancy man!

Gentlemen, maybe
we could come up

with a mutually
beneficial arrangement.

Not an arrangement
you're gonna be making.

It's better we play with you
now or we give you to Ace,

and he ruins our fun.

Yeah.

I don't know, Leo.

This one here, she kinda pretty.

Look like could be a queen.

You know what I mean?

Who are you?

My name is Balthazar
de la Croix.

This is my companion,
Miss Daphne Sanderson.

Now, her father is the
sheriff of Blackwater.

We were on our
way there just now

when these road
agents stopped us.

Is that true, Miss?

Are you the Sheriff's daughter?

Yes, sir, but could you
kindly not take aim?

I'm still in shock.

My name is Benjamin Billings,
and I'm a bounty hunter.

I've been trying to
track down a wanted man,

goes by the name of Ace Dalton.

I believe these cocksuckers
probably worked for him.

I agree, Mr. Billings.

I've reason to believe
the camps is in peril.

One of the townsfolk informed me

not more than an hour ago
that my daddy was in trouble.

Thank you, Sir.

You're a gentlemen indeed.

It seems we got ourselves a
situation we can agree upon.

That camp is in
trouble right now.

And I expect you two will
assist me on this endeavor.

I intend to systematically
alleviate Blackwater

of these cockroaches.

Leave the leader to
me, I need him alive.

Excellent.

Shall we travel together?

Carefully.

You never know how
many of these assholes

are waiting to get the
jump on us up the road.

We ought to proceed on
foot from here on in.

I'm acquainted with the priest.

What better sanctuary than
the house of the Lord?

Can we trust him?

Sir, he's a man of God.

Known too many men of God to
entirely trust that alone.

I can vouch for
Reverend Flanagan.

He's been a family friend
since I was a little girl.

All right, Miss.

But we can't afford
to be conspicuous.

I know the camp well.

I'm confident we can get
in without being noticed.

All right then.

Mr. Billings?

Thank you.

Give up, Jack, you haven't
won a goddamn hand.

Just keep playing.

You really think
you gon beat me?

Come on.

We both know I'm gonna win.

Come on.

Show me what you
got, cocksucker!

Goddammit!

Every fuckin' time!

Don't be a sore loser, Jack.

How long we gotta stay
in this shithole, anyway?

For sure, once Ace gets back,

he'll know where the gold is,

and then we'll be
living like kings.

Y'all want to keep
your voices down?

What?

We don't need every
pinhead in this town

knowing what the fuck
we're doing here.

Y'all understand?

Yeah.

Yeah, I get it, Dutch.

Hey, and don't drink so much.

You need to keep
your minds clear.

The chances are we
could be riding out

as soon as this evening.

What can I say, sheriff?

It had to be done.

The only reason you're
still drawing breath,

is that I need you to
tell me the whereabouts

of that gold you buried in
them hills north of here.

See, I know all about that
fortune you stashed away.

So, you might as well
just tell me where it is.

And I won't cut
your goddamn throat.

Ah ha, so that's what it is.

I suppose you think you've won

because you've successfully
commandeered this camp

without sustaining any
casualties on your side?

The problem is, Mr. Dalton,

success without
integrity is failure.

And I can promise you this.

Y'all will fucking hang for
what happened here today!

Yeah.

But I thought as much.

However, I'm sure
there's someone else

who can assist me
in this matter.

Someone like your
friend, the priest.

Or maybe

that lovely daughter
of yours, perhaps.

Patrick, you old drunk!

I should have known
I woulda found you

sequestered in some desolate
corner of the Lord's house!

Balthazar!

Ah!

What are you doing here?

Quick, Billy.

Now, they didn't see
you come in, did they?

I don't believe so.

Excuse me, Reverend, the
sheriff is my father.

Could you tell me where he is?

You?

You're Daphne, ha, my goodness.

I haven't seen you since
you were a small child.

My father, please, Reverend.

Where is he?

I'm afraid they do have him,
but I do believe he's alive.

Who has him and where?

The men I've been
tracking, Miss Sanderson.

They're here.

This is Mr. Benjamin Billings.

He's a servant of the court.

He's here to claim the
bounty on those assholes.

And we need to help him do it.

There's far too
many of them, no.

They'll murder us all!

Not if I have anything
to say about it.

I agree, we need to take action.

Is there another way
out of here, Reverend?

You best open this
door right now!

And I mean right now!

Or we'll knock it down
and drag you outta there.

You and I are gonna have
a little powwow, priest.

All right then,
have it your way.

Hello, ladies.

Somebody get the mortician.

Looks like I got him
a few fresh customers.

Dutch, we need to
get outta here!

Dutch!

I'm so happy you're okay, Daddy.

Take more than a
pack of wild coyotes

to keep me down, darling.

If I'm not mistaken,

it may not be time to
breathe easy just yet.

He's right.

Dalton will return and no
doubt accumulate an association

of fresh gunmen.

So, what do you suppose
we do about it exactly?

I mean, we don't have enough
guns to win this fight,

and the camp, well, it's
mainly just farmers,

and they're not fighters.

We fight!

And it's not about winning,
it's about doing what's right.

Ain't you afraid of
getting killed, Sheriff?

Hmm, I wouldn't be
in this job if I

was afraid of that, Chester.

- Do we suppose Mr.
- Billings is gonna come back?

That I cannot say, but Daphne,
you oughta be getting home.

That's impossible, Daddy.

I'm not going anywhere.

I mean it, Daphne.

They can't operate
without you there.

And it's too darn dangerous
for you to stick around here.

I'm staying right here.

I'm not gonna let anything
happen to you ever again.

Damn it, Daphne,
I love you, girl,

but you gotta do
what I tell you.

Now get on back to the ranch.

Mr. de la Croix
here, go with her.

You'll make sure
she's safe, won't you?

You have my word, sir.

Daddy, I am well and
truly big enough now

to look after myself.

I don't need no babysitter.

You are going home.

Mr. de la Croix here
is going with you.

And now's a good time to go

while there's still
some daylight left

and that fuckin' bounty
hunter has 'em on the run.

I love you, Daddy.

I love you too, kiddo.

I promise I'll come
and visit you tomorrow,

right after we
sort this mess out.

Okay.

Now, Sheriff.

How can I help you in
this darkest of evenings?

Well, I'm sure they
will return, Padre,

and when they do,
we need to be ready.

And I'm gonna need to
take some drastic measures

to ensure the future
safety of this camp.

Now what would you be proposing
to do there now, Sheriff?

That passageway under the
floor from here to the saloon,

is that still safe to use?

I cannot figure why you'd
want to be going down there.

Gotta be a dozen or more barrels

of moonshine under that
saloon, down in the cellar.

Highly flammable.

And I know you were a
fighter in your day, Padre.

I just hope you kept
up with your training.

Now, surely you're not saying
what I think you're saying.

I'm saying it.

Sheriff Sanderson,
now where were we?

Oh, that's right.

You're about to tell us
where that fortune is buried.

But first, I'd like
to give you a gift.

Looks like Mr. Billings
won't be claiming

that bounty after all.

I'm willing to go into specifics

if you're willing to
come inside and talk.

Dutch, take the air.

I want you to keep an eye out.

Don't want anyone
sneaking up on us.

I had faith in you, old man.

I knew you'd come
around eventually.

So, I tell you what
you want to know,

and you and your men
leave Blackwater for good?

No longer shall you harm

or be the harbinger of terror,

as it is by my hands that you
shall find peace, brother.

God rest your wicked soul.

I'll take another drink first.

No need to expend
yourself, Sheriff.

Chester Green!

Bring over a bottle of
whiskey and two glasses!

It's all right.

I'll get it.

Gotta be a dozen or more
barrels of moonshine

under that saloon,
down in the cellar.

Highly flammable.

May God forgive us all.

What the hell was that?

Cockroach!

That slimy son of a bitch!

Where you goin', old man?

Where you goin', old man?

- I'm dying, Daph.
- No, no!

It's up to you now, girl.

You gotta keep this place safe,
and all the good folks here.

I know you can do it.

Here.

No, Daddy.

Take this.

It's the map to our gold.

That's what they were after.

It's yours now.

All of it.

I love you, kiddo.

Can you sing that
song that ends with...

Lorena.

I love you, Daddy.

And I love you too, kiddo.

It's time, Daphne.

Daphne!

Daphne, come on over here!

I love you, Daddy.

And I love you too, kiddo.