Bullies (1986) - full transcript

[rooster crows]

[sheep baa]

[television]

[heavy breathing]

[guitar]

Wait till I those
bastards in court.

Fred, please.

Woo, hoo!

I think it was a lovely party.

[burp]

Damn chili.



I'll make you a nice
bromo when we get home.

Isn't it lovely?

Damn dust collector.

Oh, Fred, don't
be such a bear.

I'm trying to drive, Martha.

[scream]

Fred.

Ah!

[crash]

My god.

They're trying to kill us.

Ah!

Ah!

[crash]



[screams]

[crashing]

Hey, man, take a
look at all this.

Now, is this local
color or what?

It's pretty exciting, Clay.

Come on, Matt, you promised.

Yeah, I know.

I'll give it a chance.

He was supposed
to meet us here.

Maybe everybody's
taking a nap.

Are you sure he said today?

Yeah, that's what I told him.

Oh look.

I'll ask over there.

Ah.

Maybe he'll be over here.

We'll find him.

Hello?

Hello?

Anybody here?

Hello?

Help you, Mister?

Yeah, I'm looking
for Will Crow.

Hey, don't mess around there.

Nice car.

What is it, a 351?

It's a 289.

I just waxed it.

Can't race it, chrome it.

Clay, I'm going to go
take a look around.

OK, don't take too long, man.

Yeah, I'll try not get lost.

So can you tell me where I can
find this Will Crow character?

Depends on what
you want with him.

Hi, I'm Clay Morris.

You're taking over
Fred and Martha's store.

That's right.

You'll do.

Thanks.

[sound of motorcycle engine]

Hi.

Nice bike.

Sure ain't civilization.

Seems kind of dead
around here now,

but come November when
the ski lodge opens up,

you'll be too busy.

You folks ski?

Oh, no, not really.

Good, skiers are crazy.

Shooting down a mountain on
a couple of sticks of wood.

Breaking their damn fool heads.

Mr. Crow this
is my wife, Jenny.

How do you do, Mr. Crow?

Fine.

Could you please tell me
where they kept the books?

Back here.

Look, I'd like to
thank you for looking

after my aunt and uncle's
place till I could get up here.

Fred and Martha were friends.

Are you their only kin?

Last of the line.

Oh, that's just old
Fred's security system.

Is it loaded?

Tend to work better that way.

Well, we don't
agree with guns.

Why would they keep
a loaded gun anyway?

This place doesn't look like
it has a high crime rate.

I guess they
had their reasons.

Uh, your college is
just about a mile

east on the Old Trunk Road.

You can't miss it.

You folks need any help getting
settled, just give me a holler.

Thank you.

You uh, you a hunter?

Nope.
They come with the truck.

You must be the Morris kid.

That's right.

Name's Will Crow.

You can call me Mr. Crow.

I'm Matt.

You can call me Mr. Morris.

We're going to get
along fine, Mr. Morris.

Just don't be a smartass.

Come on, Matt.

Let's go see our new home.

Matt's just getting settled.

God, it's beautiful here.

You know, though,
if we just moved

those mountains out
of the way we'd have

ourselves one hell of a view.

Clay.

It is beautiful.

It's just so overwhelming.

I mean, if you'd just
talked with Tom Perkins,

he would have given
you position on staff.

He always said
you could do that.

We both know I wasn't
cut out for that job.

Office politics just
isn't in my blood.

Look, Jen, I'm going to make
you happy here, and Matt too.

That's a promise.

Give him time, honey.

The divorce was rough on him.

Rough on both of you.

I'm older.

I bounce back more easily.

Well, I'm just glad you
bounced in my direction.

Come on.

Let's go see the house.

[laughing]

[country music playing]

You go out and have
a good time, honey.

I'll get this.

You sure?

Yeah.

OK.

[applause]

Thank you.

Now I'd like to have a great
big grand welcome to our brand

new neighbors,
the Morris family.

So are there any decent
looking girl around here?

Around here?

Are you kidding?

Unless maybe you
count Becky Cullen.

Oh, yeah?
She here tonight?

They don't let her out much.

Why not?

Boys seem to be
getting along fine.

Say, Murray, this
man's glass is empty.

Now, you know that's
against town rules.

New York was turning into
such a bummer, you know?

All our friends in the
Village moved away,

died, or became stockbrokers.

Was it hard to adjust?

No, no.

I love the mountain.

It's like um, so clean
and open, you know?

Isn't it sort of isolated?

Not when the skiers hit town.

All those young,
muscular men walking

around in tight ski pants, hey,
here's to snow 365 days a year.

Set them up, Murray.

Bourbon.

Drinking on duty, Sam?

Hell, no.

Make it a double.

Hey, Jonah.

I'm glad you could make it.

Somebody forgot to invite me.

This is our new
neighbor, Jonah.

Hi, Clay Morris.

Jonah Cullen.

I brought a welcoming gift.

Made it from my
own corn squeezing.

Isn't that stuff illegal?

Yeah, but what's a little
illegal hooch between friends?

[coughing]

Who's that?

You're looking at the
richest man in Grant.

Hey, Vern.

Hi, Ben.

Was a hell of a
job you did on the

four-by-four's transmission.

Rig's running like a real charm.

There's just one problem
with this bill you gave me.

Problem?

It's too high.

So, how do you like our
little heaven on earth?

I think maybe you better
take another look at it.

Think about it.

We've got a new bowling alley.

It's got six lanes, you know.

Wow.

It's really fun.

Hi, Arnie.

Hi, Sylvia.

This is Matt.

Hello.

How you doing?

You haven't asked me to dance.

Well, I've been saving
the best for last.

Maggie, I want to dance.

Got an early day
tomorrow morning.

I'll see you folks later.

Don't work too hard, son.

Damn, I got to say it.

You are the prettiest
looking thing to drop

into this town in a long time.

Thank you.

Name's Ben Cullen.

I'd like to welcome you
properly with a dance.

Well, um.

Just a friendly dance.

No harm in that.

Sure, why not?

Excuse me.

What do you want?

I want to dance with my wife.

That ain't polite.

It's OK, Clay.

Hey, we got--

You are asking for it, Mister.

Stop.

Maybe you better
dance with him, ma'am.

Looks like he could use
somebody to hold him up.

[laughing]

[ferocious barking]

[crash]

Matt?

What happened, Matt?

I don't know.

Lots of trucks around here
could fit that description.

Your boy didn't happen to
get a license number, did he?

No, it was too dark.

There's some city kids camping
up near Old Man Kelly's place.

Sounds like the kind
of stuff they'd pull.

Mind if I use your phone, Vern?

Go ahead.

- It was the Cullens.
- What?

Just don't push it
unless you want to get.

Vern!

Oh, wait a minute.

What do you know about this?

Don't pay no mind
to Vern's nonsense.

He's been jealous of the Cullens
ever since the ski resort

bought their land.

I'll check out those city kids.

Get back to you in a
couple of days, Mr. Morris.

[hammering]

That looks like it's
going to hold for a while.

Thanks.

No problem.

Maggie's going to
give me a ride to town.

You want to come?

No.

If I just go check out
the fish around here.

Clay loves to fish.

Why don't you take
him with you sometime?

Yeah, that sounds good.

Would mean a lot to me, Matt.

I know it's hard for you to
see, but he's a wonderful man.

I know.

Mom, I just wish you
wouldn't keep trying

to take the place of Dad.

Matt.

I know you love your father.

And I wouldn't do anything
in the world to change that.

But you just didn't
see all of it.

He had his faults.

Yeah, well he would
have stopped that guy

putting his hands all over you.

Matt.
Come on, Mom.

Dad would have taken care of
that before it even started.

He wouldn't have wimped
out like Clay did.

You stop that right now.

It's true, isn't it?

You just don't understand.

[honking]

No, I guess I don't.

[honking]

Hi, Jenny.

Hi.

Isn't it a beautiful day?

Wow.

Oh.

Looks like you could
use some help, ma'am.

I guess I couldn't
have moved that myself.

- What are neighbors for?
- Well, I--

Ah!

[clears throat]

Can I help you, son?

He's with me.

Come on.

That'll be $21.40.

Put it on our tab.

We don't keep tabs here.

This is strictly
a cash business.

That don't go for us.

It applies to
everyone, even you.

You are pushing it, asshole.

Ben.

He says we ain't
got any credit.

I ain't--

Shut up.

Is that true?

Don't ever question
Cullen again.

Ben.

Put these on our
tab too, city boy.

Great.

Any fish gets caught in
that tangled mess of lines

is a goner for sure.

Seriously, you're never
going to catch anything

with a hook and a line.

Fish around here are
too smart for that.

And all this time I
thought fish were stupid.

OK.

I'll make you a deal.

You stay here and
catch the stupid fish.

I'm going over there and
catch the smart ones, OK?

OK, deal.

Listen I got some extra
tackle if you want.

This is all I need.

That's it?

That's your tackle?

Old ways.

Hey there, Vern.

Something can do for you?

Car's coming along real
nice, Vern, real nice.

Hear you've been
talking about us.

Hey, Ben, you know I
wouldn't do nothing to--

Chatter, Old Vern here
is calling me a liar.

No!

Ah!

[choking sounds]

Ah

[smashing]

You take care now, Vern.

[giggling]

You really don't expect to
catch a fish with that thing,

do you?

You talk too much, boy.

Watch and learn.

Old ways.

Wow, we made it, boy.

And we only had to get out
and push her three times.

That's a record.

Mr. Morris.

I heard about you little
welcome party last night.

Well, just kids having fun.

Some fun, huh?

Hi, Will.

Matt, supper's almost ready.

Sure.

I'm just going to be
a second with Will.

Broken moon.

What?

That's old legend.

The cloud passes across
the face of the moon

like that, busts it
open, supposed to spill

evil out onto the Earth.

You believe in evil?

Yeah, sure, I guess.

Here.

Why are you
giving these to me?

I hate fish.

Yeah, but you caught them.

So?

You eat them.

What are these?

Sacred symbols
of my ancestors.

Here is a beaver,
taught us how to build.

Here is an eagle.

He guards us during the day.

Over there is hunter wolf.

Jeez, Will.

You're quite the artist.

No, just a storyteller.

All these people
in your family?

-

Family, friends,
people I like.

My grandfather, great
shaman, medicine man.

Yeah, he looks tough.

He was till the day he dies.

My dad, before the
booze took him.

My mom.

Who's that?

Harpo, my favorite
Marx brother.

Will, I think if this truck
was a horse, I'd shoot it.

I don't know.

I sort of admire
it's personality.

I bet you I could fix it.
- Yeah?

How?

Old ways.

Still a smartass.

Hey, you've got a tape deck.

That's great.

Can get this party rolling.

What the hell
do you call that?

What's the matter, Will?

You don't like music?

Yeah.

Let's hear some.

[music - beach boys]

Aren't you kind
of cold out here?

No, I'm fine.

Ah, let me see.

That's a nice piece of work.

Will showed me how to use it.

Ah.

He's an odd kind
of guy, isn't he?

He's different.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing.

But why don't you try
making friends your own age?

You know, like
Arnie for instance.

Yeah, Arnie.

But the whole point
is, I don't like--

The whole point is,
Clay, you're trying

to tell me who I can and
cannot hang around with.

I don't know what
your problem is.

Are you jealous of
Will because he doesn't

take shit from other people?

Matt.

You apologize to Clay.
- No, no.

Come on.

Matt, you get back here.

No, let him go.
Let him go.

It's OK.

He has no right to
talk to you like that.

Now, come on.

Come on.

As you said yourself,
give him time.

I heard you that time, Will.

This is our river.

Pa don't let people fish here.

It's OK.

I'll let you fish
here if you want.

Thanks.

I'm Becky.

I'm Matt.

I know.

How did you know my name?

There ain't no such things
as secrets around here.

You're from the
city, aren't you?

That's right.

Do you miss it?

Huh?

The city, do you miss it?

Yeah, I guess, a little.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

Just taking a swim.

Why not?

It's your river, right?

You can stay if you want.

[motorcycle engine]

Uh!

You were looking at my sister.

I think you're a pervert.

Jimmy, let him go!

I'm going to teach
you a lesson, asshole!

Swim, faggot!

Don't Jimmy!

You're hurting him!

You wait till Pa hears.

Get on.

It doesn't make sense, Matt.

Listen, I'm telling
you the truth.

I was standing there,
talking to his sister,

and the guy went nuts.

You were just talking to her?

Look what he did to him.

Well, maybe you said
something to make this Cullen

boy angry or maybe--

Forget it then, all right?

Just forget it.

I don't even care anymore.

Now, Matt.

You better go talk
with Jonah Cullen.

Jesus, Jenny, what am I
supposed to say to the man?

I don't know.

But the least you can
do is stand up for Matt.

I want to speak
to your father.

Well, state your business.

One of your kids attacked
my son for no reason.

If you're accusing
my family of something,

you better have your
facts damn straight.

Jimmy.

Get your sister out here.

Show him what he did to you.

Now.

Now you tell him who
beat on you, girl.

It was Matt Morris.

Look, young lady, are
you sure it was Matt.

He's never attacked--

It was your boy.

He beat up on me.

He did.

Look, he's never in
his life attacked anyone.

There's no need to
say anything more.

They were going to drop
it right here and now.

After all, that's the
neighborly thing to do.

Why don't you get your
ass on my property

before I decide to stop
being so neighborly.

Matt!

Matt, if you'll
just listen to me.

Leave me alone, Clay.

Now, don't you
walk out on me, son.

Let's get something straight.

I'm not your son and
you are not my father.

My father wouldn't let jerks
like that push him around.

No, I'm not your father
and I don't pretend to be.

Now we're different
kinds of people, Matt.

That's something you have
to deal with, not me.

Family totem pole.

Guards the entrance.

Now it's a real home.

Got it?

Hold it steady.

Yep.

Hey, Will, who's that.

A friend of mine.

Saved my life in Korea.

Got himself killed doing it.

You never told me
you in the Army before.

Yeah.

They even put me
in for a DSE medal.

Never went to the ceremony.

Getting out of there alive,
that's the only thing I wanted.

You know what?

I mean I wish Clay
was more like that.

I mean, that guy's
probably never

had a fight in his whole life.

Fighting don't
make you a man, son.

You take Clay.

He's got more guts
than most people.

Not more than you.

He's raising a family,
a kid who ain't his own.

That's a real man.

Here, ancient potion.

Yeah, what's it called?

Coke.
Old Coke.

Here's to the ladies.

May they never learn
to enjoy poker.

Say, Vern, that
looks pretty bad.

I'll survive.

So let's deal the cards.

All right.

How about this city slicker
showing you country boys

how to play poker?

Watch it, Clay.

The city's where
pigeons come from.

Well, hello, neighbor.

I better be going.

And break up the game?

That's not being friendly.

Course, if you're
afraid of losing,

Stick around, Clay.

We don't mind if Jonah
plays, do we, boys?

No, I don't mind.

Hi.

What do you want?

Just want to see you.

Yeah.

Where's your shadow?

- Jimmy isn't here.
- Yeah?

Good.
Why don't you go join him.

They made me lie.

And I suppose you do
everything they tell you to?

Yes.

Hey, Becky.

I didn't know.

I love your house.

Will you show me around?

My parents are
going to be back.

Please.

No, we'd better not.

Becky.

Come on.

Raise ten.

Well, the dealer takes two.

Five.

Raise 10.

That's 15 to you, Clay.

Yeah, I'll see that.

[laughs]

Well?

What?

Well, how do I look?

Fantastic.

Well, that's it
for the pretzels.

Oh, listen, I can run across
the street and get some.

Oh, no, no, don't bother.

I'll give them the--

No, I need the air.

Five.

50.

Pass.

Well, I call.

How many?

I'll take two.

From the top.

What the hell is
that supposed to mean?

He mean anything, Ben.

It was just a joke.

Tell him it was a joke, Clay.

It's a joke, Ben.

Let it go Ben.

What you got?

Well, well, a full house.

I guess you win.

Know, if I didn't know better,
I'd swear you were cheating.

It's just like the
pictures in the magazines.

Well, that may
be so, but, Becky,

me and you can't, I mean, you
can't take my mother dress.

I'll just put it
back in the closet.

Becky, you can't
take that with you.

Becky!

Becky!

Come on, let's go.

Go?

[horse whinnies]

Haven't you ever
ridden a horse before?

Well, sure, yeah, but
where we're going go to?

It's a secret.

Come on.

Hang on.

To what?

Ah!

What are you doing here?

I thought you could
use some company.

We're closed.

Please leave.

I'm warning you, get out of
here before I start yelling.

You don't want me to go.

This is where you want it.

Stop it.

Your old man can't
give you what I can.

Stop it.

Come on.

You want it.

You know you do.

[scream]

[sounds of struggle and choking]

That was a mistake, old man.

How did a boat
get way out here?

It's been here as
long I can remember.

I come here to be alone.

It's sort of creepy isn't it?

No, it's not.

It's magic.

You'll see.

Come on.

You Wait.

Sure.

You can come in now.

A

Who's that?

It's my ma.

She died.

That, that must hurt.

I'm used to it.

Shh.

What?

Can you hear it?

The ocean.

Becky, there's no
ocean around here.

Sure there is.

We're sailing far away.

Where are we sailing to?

There.

You ever been there?

New York?

Yeah, once.

Tell me about it.

I don't know.
There's not a lot to say.

It's dirty and
noisy and crowded.

Are the girls pretty there?

I guess.

Prettier than me?

You're beautiful.

How was the poker game?

Fine.

Look, we've got to talk.

We've got to get
out of this place.

That asshole back there.

[crash]

What the fuck?

[inaudible]

Clay, he's coming again.

Get away.

Bastards!

Come on, Clay, get outa here.

Come on, Clay.

Come on, come on.

[screams]

Lock the doors.

Lock the doors.

You all right?

Dammit.

Don't touch me.

Please don't touch me.

Oh, God.

No!

[groaning]

[thuds]

[screams]

[giggling]

Dammit, Hogan, I just
want you to do your job.

Don't go telling me my job.

Look, you don't
seem to understand.

Those people almost
killed us last night.

You got proof?
Witnesses?

What do you mean witnesses?

That's what I thought.

Don't worry, Mr. Morris.

I told you I'll look into it.

This is useless.

Tomorrow I'm going to
Burnaby to get the police.

I'm going to put those bastards
in jail where they belong.

I'm leaving, Clay.

Jenny.

Matt and I are going tomorrow.

I don't care what you do,
but I'm getting out of here.

For God's sakes,
let's talk about this.

[screams]

(YELLING) You god damn whore.

I told you stay away from boys.

[inaudible] this
god damn Morris boy.

Of all the god damn kids.

(SCREAMING) Stop!

Will?

Will!

Will, did you see your carvings?

They are all.

Shit.

Will, what happened to you?

Them Cullen boys.

Will.

Let it lay.

Where are you going?

Away.

You mean you're running away.

I've been running for years.

Once more won't
make any difference.

Don't give me that.

You've been nothing but a liar.

What happened to all that stuff
about settling down, Will?

This is your home.

I ain't got no home.

Ain't nothing here no more.

What are these for?

Look after it
for me, will you?

Will, I can't take your truck.

You're the only one that can
keep the damn thing running.

Now, will you get that pile
of junk out of my sight.

Go on.

Get the hell out of here.

Will.

[scream]

Mom?

Don't hurt him.

Take him downstairs.

Leave her alone.

You raped my sister, boy.

That's a lie!

Now you're going
to see what happens

to people that fuck with us.

We got a law around
here an eye for an eye.

Leave her alone.

[screaming]

You stay away from me.

[screaming]

Get off her!

Look, boy.

You take her.

I'll kill you right where
you stand, you little fucker.

Drop the gun.

I said, drop the gun!

Don't try it.

Now, Becky.

Don't come any closer.

Get your mom out of here.

Go!

Stop, Judd.

You're turning
against family, girl.

No more, Ben.

I'm your brother, Becky.

You wouldn't shoot
me, would you?

Give me the gun, Becky.

[gunshot]

Becky, get in the truck!

Stay away from me.

Becky!

You don't think
I'll do it, Judd?

[gunshot]

[inaudible] Matt!

Becky, you bitch!

[screaming]

Shh.

Shh.
Shh.

Shh.

Oh, shh.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Shh.

Those animals.

Look after your mother, Matt.

Going somewhere, Mr. Morris?

Stay away from me, Hogan.

I'm going to go out there
and get those bastards that

raped my wife and not
you nor anyone else

is going to stop me.

Clay.

I told you to stay
with your mother.

You're being a damn fool.

I've known Jonah
Cullen all my life.

Might listen to me.

But he sure as shit
won't listen to you.

Now why should I trust you?

I'm all the help
you're going to get.

I'm going with you.

God damn it, Matt,
for once in your life,

will you do what I say?

Clay, they made me watch.

Please, son, look
after your mother.

We won't be long.
- Clay, I'm not--

Please, Matt.

Matt!

Don't go up there.

Becky, I have to go.

You can't

Listen, Becky, Clay
might need my help.

Matt, you don't know them.

Jeez, Becky.

They may be your family, Becky.

They're not my family.

I got no family.

You've got me.

I have to go.

That's close enough, Sam.

I'm sorry, Jonah.

I'd appreciate it if you
come along peacefully, Ben.

God damn you, Hogan.

Nobody takes my boys from me.

Jonah, it's gone too far.

Hogan, look out.

[gunfire]

Dad!

[groaning]

Dumb son of a bitch.

Still alive, Pa.

Get the bastard over there.

Get on the porch.

[moaning]

Get

Up.

Damn.

[crash]

[screaming]

Help me.

Help me.

Damn you.

Poisoning people's
minds against us.

You don't belong here.

This is my town.

Fuck you.

[crack]

Ah!

Ben!

Judd!

It's that fucking kid!

Matt!

No!

[gunshots]

Yee, haw!

It's Jimmy, Pa.

What?

Pa, Judd, look out!

[explosion]

God damn it.

Find him!

Find him now!

Call your boy out.

Call him out now.

Yeah, right, asshole.

He's here.

[gunshots]

It's him.

Ben, he's over there.

I can't see him, Pa.

God damn it, he's over there.

Find him.

[pigs squealing]

[gunshots]

[laughter]

For Christ sake,
he's just a kid.

Flush him out.

You in there, boy?

[gunshots]

He's over There.

God damn it. move it.

Is it worth it, Cullen?

Damn you.

Your [inaudible] shit!

[gunshots]

Come on.

Let's get the little prick.

Kill him.

Kill him.

[screaming]

Go after him!

[gunshots]

[liquid sloshing]

No!

No!

God, god help me!

[screaming]

Do something,
Pa, do something.

[screaming]

[gunshot]

You find him and you kill him.

[explosion]

You killed my boy.

You killed my son.

[moaning]

Play games?

I'm going to show
you a real game.

Now you call out your boy.

You look a bit scared, Cullen.

Ah!

[groaning]

You like to gamble, Morris.

Now call out your damn boy.

[click]

Call him.

He never does what
I tell him to anyway.

[click]

[crackling]

Damn!

Ben!

The generator.

[gunshots]

[explosion]

I see him Pa.

He's over here.

[gunshots]

[click]

There's two shots left, boy.

Call him.

I got him.

The last one, boy.

[crashing and screaming]

Ben!

[crying]

Come on, god damn it.

Get your ass up there.

Move it!

God damn it.

Get up there!

Come on, god damn it.

Get up them stairs.

You and that fucking brat.

Get up there.

[moaning]

I still got your father, boy.

Your father's dying.

He needs you.

Over here, boy.

You want to see it?

You want to see your father die?

Get ready any time, boy.

I'm going to splatter his god
damn guts all over the floor.

His blood will be
on your hands, boy.

This is your last chance.

You're running out of time, boy.

[click]

[laughing]

[gunshot]

Dad.

Ah!

Matt, get down!

[gunshot]

Come on.

Let's go home, son.

[music playing]