Outlaws: The Legend of O.B. Taggart (1995) - full transcript

♪ Wise men and fools
have the same mother ♪

♪ She gave them birth
to help one another ♪

♪ Then she prayed that the wise men ♪

♪ Could heal the foolish one ♪

♪ The fool rambles on, even
though no one is listening ♪

♪ And the wise men cannot
undo what God hath done ♪

- [Guard] Coming out.

- [Guard] Coming out!

(gate rumbles)

(gentle music)

Coming out!



(gate rumbles shut)

(birds screeching)

(lively music)

- You think he knows us?

- Let's go find out, Speed.

- Pa, Pa?

(lively music)

- Ain't you even gonna stop and say hello?

- Why?

- We're your sons, that's why.

- So.

- Here, I kept her oiled for you, Pa.

- You kept her oiled for me.

That what you boys been
doing for the past 12 years?



Ha!

(lively music)

- We're not boys anymore, Pa.

During that 12 years you were in prison,

we were growing up,
case you didn't notice.

Me and Phoenix, we, we
picked up work where we could

and we stuck together
just like you told us to.

- And we took care of Slo.

Had to keep a close watch on him.

- I've been real good, Pa.

- Couple of months ago,

he near got strung up down in Shale City.

- What's the matter with you, you fool?

Don't you realize you're 33-year-old man

and that you're, you're a Taggart?

- 33-year-old idiot.

(gentle music)

- You know, I got a feeling that you boys

have had something on your minds

ever since you met me this morning.

Well, whatever it is on your mind,

why don't you spit it out?

Say it straight, just like a man!

- Straight out then, Pa?

- Straight out, Gale.

- We headed for that gold you got hid.

- (scoffs) I've taken
care of all three of ya

since you was pups without any help.

Haven't I always gotten
you what you wanted?

You never needed for nothing.

- We're not talking
about eating money here.

- We've been waiting for 12 years, Pa.

Waiting with no money.

Waiting for you to get out.

(tense music)

- Come on, Slo.

Let's get riding.

- You know, Phoenix, 12 years
ain't changed a damn thing.

He's still the same O.B. Taggart.

- And he still favors that
half-wit brother of ours.

(lively music)

(somber music)

- Clara, Taggart got out today

and I can promise you one
thing, I won't ever forget.

12 years ain't long enough

to let forgiveness push all the
bad thoughts out of my head.

I will get even with him, Clara.

You've got my word.

(somber music)

(lively music)

(gentle music)

(horse hoofs pounding)

- [O.B.] Here we are, boys.

Smiley's.

- Consuela, (speaking
in foreign language)!

- Dang it's good, I'll
tell ya that. (laughs)

Here, come on, get over to that table.

Smiley! Smiley, get your ass over here.

You got customers just to come in.

- [Smiley] O.B. Taggart?

(Smiley laughs)

I thought that was you.

- Yeah!

- Yeah, hot dang it.

I recollect you come through
here some years back, right?

- [O.B.] About 12 years ago.

- Yeah, and you stop me if I'm wrong,

as I recollect you was in the company of

a couple of federal marshals wasn't you?

- You know where they was
taking the old man, Smiley?

To the federal prison.

- Jack Parris.

(tense music)

- O.B. Taggart.

- Federal prison?

(Smiley chuckles)

Well maybe so, but-

- They was taking him to jail.

That's where dogs like you belong.

They shoulda strung you up after
you let my sister die, O.B.

- You oughta say hello
to hear your nephew here.

Slocum, say hello to your Uncle Jack.

- He ain't nothing to me.

- Got back to you drink, Jack.

Even though you were Clara's brother,

you can only stay healthy so long.

- Old man, you got a lot
more after you than the feds.

My advice to you is just keep going.

(tense music)

(O.B. chuckles)

(O.B. sniffs)

- What's that I smell back there, Smiley?

What you got cooking back in that pot?

- [Smiley] Well, I got stuff.

Never can tell when-

- Why would you say stuff?

That's not telling me
what you got in the pot.

- Well, I got tortillas.

I got lizard steaks and ham
hocks and stewed tomatoes,

chili beans and cow brains.

- Bring me that shit
out here, we're hungry.

We got growing boys.

Right, boys?

- Taggart, I want you to eat all you want.

I think a man that's gonna die,

he oughta have have what he wants.

- It's your past, not mine.

I don't want no trouble.

(chickens cackling)

What the hell did he do anyway?

- Ah, he got my sister,
mother of that whelp of his,

fat with another child.

(Jack sniffs)

Oowee!

He didn't learn his lesson the first time

and he claims he robbed
that gold to save her life.

You know, medicine and all that.

- Well, did he?

- Hell no, just caused a lot more trouble.

The gold, that's what he wanted.

It was the goal.

- Maybe that's why they's out there.

Must've got wind of Piggy Benson's strike.

- You never did say where was headed, Pa.

- No, I didn't.

You'll know soon enough.

- We got a right to know.

- You're a pushy son of a bitch!

- Well, you oughta be
the expert on bitches,

God knows you've laid enough of 'em.

- Blue, back off.

- Ah, hell, Pa.

I'm sorry I made you mad.

Dammit, it seems like I'm
always having to tell you

I'm sorry for something.

- I always wondered why them lawmen

didn't get the gold back.

- Well, when the Federal
Marshals moved in on O.B.,

he told them that the bushwhackers
had already been there

and cleaned him out.

- Prison don't kill a
man's craving for gold.

Mr. Parris, would you
get to the door please?

- Yes, sir.

(cows mooing)

- [Smiley] All right.

- You know all the time you was in prison,

we kept our faith that Pa's got that gold

stashed away somewhere.

We planned on living a whole
lot better once you got out.

- He done right by us.

He gonna get us a big
spread, ain't you, Pa?

- Now, you just be quiet, Slocum.

- My Pa, O.B. Taggart,
law-abiding sodbuster.

Dear God, I can see it now.

(he gasps)

- Gale.

- There you are Mr. Taggart,
my special blue plate here,

hot on the trail.

There you go, boys.

It's really hot, now.

Watch it.

Consuela, don't touch the food!

(chuckles) They're good
to look at and to poke.

But you don't want 'em touching your food.

You know what I mean?

Consuela, I told you!
(she whimpers)

Not to touch the food!

- No!

(dish clatters)

You hurt her!

- Hey now, Smiley, that's my boy, Slocum.

He gets mad when somebody
treats a girl bad,

tries to hurt her.

You understand me, Smiley?

- Yes, sir, Mr. Taggart.

- [Gale] Consuela.

- [Consuela] Si.

(Gale speaking in foreign language)

- You've got 10 minutes to fill
your belly and get, Taggart.

Can't you hear what I said, old man?

Or are you so old,
you've lost your hearing?

(silverware clinking)

My sister's probably better
off dead than being with you,

you slimy little pig.

(glass clatters)
(dramatic music)

And you, you moron,

you're a blight on my sister's memory.

- Slo, he just called you a moron.

Are you gonna take that?

- [Phoenix] I wouldn't.

(Slocum gasp)

- [Slocum] Oh!

(Slocum moans)

- [Gale] Cut him, Slo.
(bottle shatters)

(Slo moaning)

(dramatic music)
(Jack groans)

- You're gonna die for this.

(Slocum panting)

- [Smiley] Boy you're,
you're bleeding bad.

(tense music)

(Jack moaning)

- [Smiley] Those bad boys, Mr. Parris.

Bad boys.

- Why don't we just
kill the son of a bitch

and get the hell outta here?

- [O.B.] Yeah, he got
what he was asking for.

Put that shit down.

Get up and let's get out of here.

- [Gale] Back me up, Speed.

- [Phoenix] Got it covered.

(cow mooing)

- Hey boys, you and O.B.
better put some distance

between here and there.

Jack Parris just died
right there in my kitchen.

- Died?

- Blood was spurting out
like you wouldn't believe.

That bottle musta cut one
of them big veins there.

He just slipped away.

Bled to death, I guess.

O.B., hey, look now, don't worry
about paying for that food,

'cause it's just-
- Ah, nevermind

about the food, Smiley.

I want you to remember one thing,

it was self defense, right?

(cattle lowing)

- Yes, sir, it was, it was self-defense.

- Yeah and don't you forget it.

- Pa, being he's Slo's uncle,

least we can do is give
the man a decent burial.

- Well, whoa, well now you
know that, that won't do,

'cause I've gotta send Consuela
over to get the Sheriff.

So the Sheriff can see him

and I'll be able to explain
exactly how it happened.

Self-defense, like your daddy said.

Self-defense.

(donkey braying)

(man singing)

- Dear Lord, what is that?

- [Phoenix] It looks
like a desert rat to me.

- All right, boys, get your horses,

get saddled up and let's get outta here.

Smiley, I'm leaving it up to you.

You see that Jack Parris
gets a decent burial.

- [Smiley] Yes, sir, that I will.

(Piggy chuckles)

- I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Parris.

I'd have been an hour earlier,

but I had to stop off at the Assay Office

and pick up my gold dust.

- Piggy, Piggy, Piggy.

- Hey, hey, you know Judge
Lucas said that Mr. Parris here,

would pay me cash for my claim.

It's a real a real strike, Mr. Parris.

You know 20 years I been up
there in them there hills

searching for gold,
well I finally found it.

(he chuckles)

It's good for what ails you, too.

- Piggy, Piggy, Piggy.

- Yeah, yeah.

- That there.

- Uh-huh.

- That there ain't Mr. Parris.

- Huh?

- That there is Mr. O.B. Taggart.

Them boys, they're his sons.

(tense music)

(Gale spits)

(Piggy chuckles)

- It looks like you come
a long way on the trail.

You must be thirsty.

Maybe you oughta get
yourself a swig of something.

Wet those pipes of yours, huh?

Come on, boys.

(gentle music)

- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I had a long day today and
I'm kinda tuckered out.

I can't remember much.

As a matter of fact,

I, I don't even know whether I have

just one vein in my
claim or I gotta go back

and, and-and, seek some more.

- Yeah, they're gone now, Mr. Parris.

For a minute there, I thought
they's gonna come back here

and get you and bury you for real.

- Bastards, didn't leave me much face.

- Let me see what you got.

Oh, man, you got a real bleeder there.

I better send Consuela
to get the Widow Pines.

She's good at that, stitching up.

- As long as I can get
fixed up soon enough

to even up the score.

- Now, don't you go looking
for no more trouble.

(mule braying)

(lively music)

(horse hooves pounding)

- Back, back, get, Scary.

Get, Scary, go!

(donkey brays)

Go!

(tense music)

(donkey braying)

(tense music)

(Piggy chuckles)

- Hi, fellas.

I've been digging 30 years.

I haven't had much luck.

(Piggy moans)

Kept hoping I'd strike it
and I'd raise a family.

Made a lauder out of
me, hoping. (chuckles)

- Hey, Piggy.

What you doing? Rooting in the mud?

Huh, what you doing?

- Hey, you want it?

It's yourn.

Don't mean nothing to me anyhow.

I'll just keep going on digging.

- Shut your mouth, Piggy.

Throw me that bag.

- Hey, you wanna be my partners?

There's enough gold in that
mine to make us all rich.

Hey, we can buy big cigars
and buy some fancy women.

You wanna be my partners?

- I got me enough partners.

I got three sons.

Come on, Slo.

- Hey, why do you gotta
get from me anyhow?

I never done you no harm.

- [Phoenix] The Lord is my shepherd.

I shall not want.

- What are you doing?

- [Phoenix] He maketh me to
lie down in green pastures.

(trigger clicks)

(gunshot booms)

He leadeth me beside the still waters.

(gunshot booms)

He restoreth my soul.

(gun cylinder clicks)

(wagon creaking)

(water splashing)

- You're coming along nicely, Mr. Parris.

- You telling me I'm all
healed up, only three days?

- Well, you will be carrying some scars,

but then don't we all?

- Hey, little brother.

Speed, come here, come here.

- Yeah.

- You hungry?

- Ain't had a bite all day.

I'll take a leg.

(gunshot booms)

- What the hell did you do that for?

- Didn't want him to die of old age.

(Gale chuckles)

- You know I think it's about time, boys,

that I remind you of something

I told you when you were just kids.

There are two kinds of killings.

One is killing for killing.

The other's killing for purpose.

Now, killing for a purpose

is nothing to be ashamed of.

Killing for killing, that's not good.

The reason I told you that,

I wanna remind you about,
well, that little miner, Piggy.

Nobody had to kill him.

- Don't much matter now,
he's gone to a better place.

- Uh-huh, I guess maybe.

12 years ago, I might've
done the same thing.

But doing those long,
hard 12 years I had to do,

I got to thinking a lot.

And I thought about the fact that,

well, there's room for
everybody in this world.

Hear me?

Room for everybody.

- Well, it's good to have some gold, Pa.

People just look at you different

when you got some gold.

- You and that gold.

Come on, Slo, we'll turn in.

- Pa, what about the rabbit?

- Uh, I'm tireder, than I was hungry.

Don't get burned, boys.

- He ain't fooling me, Phoenix.

- Um, could be he means to
settle down to ranching.

- Ranching is the last thing
on that old man's mind.

It oughta be the last thing on our mind.

We oughta keep thinking about that gold.

- You know it's possible that
after we robbed that train,

somebody did take that gold from him.

The Bible says-

- Oh, Phoenix, you don't
believe that bullshit.

That old man knows exactly
where that gold is.

- What I was gonna say is the Bible says

that good things come to
them that are patient,

have a little faith.

- Faith, (scoffs) I swear to God

ever since you got religion,

I'm having a hell of a
hard time trusting you.

(determined music)

(flames crackling)

(tense music)

(chickens clucking)

- Luanne.

- Yes, sir.

- Company.

(tense music)

- Now, you stay right here

and watch them and that farmer, too.

I'll go up there and see if he's friendly.

- I'll do it.

- Evening, friend.

I don't mean you no harm now.

- You a stranger in these parts?

- Yes, sir, I am.

My name's Gale Taggart.

- What about that other
one and them down there?

- Well, this is my brother here

and the other two, that's
my Pa and my other brother.

(cows mooing)

(Slocum imitates cows mooing)

He likes cows.

- Well, sir, I'm a named, Sam Lawrence,

and this here's my wife.

- Ma'am.

- My daughter, Jenny?

This is my daughter here.

What is it we can do for you?

- Well, we're gonna be
riding around this valley

for a few days trying to
find ourselves a little place

so we can settle down.

We might be neighbors.

- Well, yes.

Well, yes, sir.

All right, yes, sir.

Well, you come on in.

Well, I tell you, I think
you might just wanna stop,

rest up here, get
yourself something to eat.

You can use the bunk house.

It's on the other side of the corral.

We don't have any help any more.

So you just have that
place all to yourselves.

- Well, if we're not intruding on anybody.

- No, no.

We'd be happy for the company.

Just go on now, wash yourself up.

You know, when you want to

and when the spirit moves
you, come on up to the house

and them other ones, too.

- Much obliged, Mr. Lawrence.

- My momma's cooking
chicken for dinner tonight.

- Yeah, and there's plenty of it.

You're mighty welcome to it, sir.

- That sounds mighty good.

We appreciate it.

Speed, I'll meet you
down at the bunkhouse.

- Come on, Jenny, get them beans started.

(determined music)

(Slocum snorting)

Well, it sure feels mighty strange

to have three handsome
men at my dinner table.

Oh, four, excuse me, Sam.

(others chuckle)

- You know, if our pa wasn't
so tired, he'd be here with us.

He's not as young as he used to be

and he just had to get a little rest.

- Does my heart good to see three sons

so devoted to their father.

Jenny, I want you to take
a lesson from these boys.

- If you don't mind me saying,

you men seem a little old to
be hanging around your pa.

How come you don't have
misses and kids of your own?

- Ooh, we waiting for, ah, he been in a-

- A religious, what was it?

- Pilgrimage.

- Pilgrimage, religious pilgrimage.

You see, Mr. Lawrence, our
father's a, a godly man.

- Amen.

- Well, I'd say he was
a very lucky man as well

to have three such sons as yourselves.

- And he raised us all by hisself, too.

- Did he?

Oh, then your mama's-

- Could I milk your cows?

- We milk the goat.

Cows are for slaughtering and eating.

- Oh, no, that ain't right.

(table rumbles)

- It's okay.

They don't feel anything.

- Slo, lets go.

- Jenny dear, get some food

for the boys to take to Mr. Taggart

and clear the dishes.

It's nearly your bedtime, darling.

Jenny's got some chores to
do early in the morning.

- [Gale] Slo.

- We better get some rest, boys.

- She's sure got pretty
hair, don't she, Slo?

- Uh, before you men leave,

I just wanna say that I enjoy
the company of strangers.

- I'll go along with that, Mr. Lawrence.

It was mighty good for us to be here, too.

Especially, since Miss
Luanne, Miss Lawrence,

is such a good cook.

Pardon me, ma'am, for seeming so familiar.

- Well that's all right, Mr. Taggart.

I rather like being
called by my given name.

- My brothers and I thank you

and may the good Lord look kindly on you

till the break of day.

- Amen to that.

- Thank you.

(gentle music)

- [Gale] Go on, Slo.

Much obliged.

- Must be nice to come from
a Christian family like that.

How long have your folks been married?

- Oh, about 15 years now.

- 15 years.

- All them boys, that was
nice, huh, Mrs. Lawrence?

- Not now, Sam.

Let's wait till I finish the dishes first.

Sweet face.

(he chuckles)

(gentle music)

- I love nights like this.

The stars are so bright.

- Yeah, it's mighty pretty out here.

Ain't it, Slo?

- Goodnight, ma'am.

- Goodnight.

- Why didn't you give
her a goodnight kiss?

It'll held you over till morning.

Go on, catch up to her.

It'll be all right.

(gentle music)

- [Slocum] Here's your food, Pa.

Are you cold?

- (chuckles) I can't remember
when I was ever warm.

- They kill cows, Pa.

- I know, son,

but they, they've been
killing 'em for a long time.

- Slo, you are so lucky.

Your pa really loves ya.

- And you're lucky I'm so tired

I don't get up and tell you where to go

and how to get there.

Now, get your ass in bed, Gale.

- Can I stay here?

- Yeah, you can stay here for a while.

(sighs) Once upon a time.

- Phoenix, you can pray later.

(tense music)

- [O.B.] Cow jumped over.

- You know the more
trouble Slo gets to be,

the sooner Pa is gonna go
after that gold he's got hid.

(tense music)

Go on back to your praying.

Say one for me, little brother.

God knows I need it.

(Jenny humming)
(rooster crowing)

(pail clanging)
(chickens clucking)

(O.B. snoring)

(Jenny humming)

Slo, Slo.

(Slo gasps)

- Huh?
- Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh, sh-sh-sh.

It's near sunup and you know

when we get that little spread of ours,

you're gonna be getting up

about this same time every
morning to the feed the chickens

and milk the cow maybe,
like Jenny's doing now.

Not me, I like to sleep
a little bit longer.

I kinda feel sorry for
the pretty little thing

having to get up out of her nice, warm bed

at the crack of dawn to go
down to that old cold barn

just to milk that cow.

Go on, Slo.

(O.B. snoring)

(gentle music)

(door banging)

(gentle music)

(goat bleating)

(milk splatting)

- Morning.

- What is your cow's name.

- It's not a cow.

It's a goat.

Her name's Goatee.

When, when my Pa gets a barn,
I'm gonna do the milking.

- You're up early, Mr. Taggart.

- Mr. Taggart, that's my Pa.

You can call me Slo.

- You know how to milk?

(goat bleating)

- You just squeeze, like that.

Don't you?

- Like this.

It's really easy.

(milk splashing)

Come here, you try.

(Jenny laughs)
(Slocum yells)

- What'd you, what'd you do that for?

- Come here, you big baby.

You try.

- Oh, you'll let me?

(Slo sniffs)

- Don't! Slo, I think you should go.

- [Slocum] Smells good.

- Don't touch me.

I'm gonna tell my Pa.

- No. No!

Jenny, please, no!

- [Jenny] Pa!

You're hurting me.

(Slocum moans)

Pa! Pa, help!

He hurt me.

(Slocum crying)

Pa!

Pa, come quick.

- [Slocum] Pa!

(tense music)

(Slocum moaning)

Oh, oh, Pa!

(Slocum crying)
- Where have you been, huh?

What are you doing outside?

What are you doing outside?

Get over there.

Ah, and don't you dare lie to me!

- Pa, that farmer's coming.

He's got a shotgun with him.

- I, I didn't hurt, Jenny.

- Jenny?

- I just smelt her and
told her she smelled good.

- You were touching that Jenny girl?

Oh, many times have I told
you don't touch any children.

God, only knows somebody see you,

they're not gonna realize

that you're nothing but a child yourself.

- Pa, save it!

He's here.

(intense music)

- Taggart!

You hear me?

One of them boys of yours

tried to have his way
with my little Jenny.

Now, you send him out here.

I'm gonna take him over
to the county seat,

'cause we got some law over there.

- You're ruining the
whole thing for all of us,

little brother.

I'm a good mind to blow
what's left of your brain

up against that wall.

- You touch him, Gale,

and I'll blow your eyes
right out of the socket.

Uncock that gun!

- Taggart!

Come on out!

You ain't gonna be able
to hole up in there.

Just send out that boy!

You know the one I mean.

- There's three of us.

We can kill him.

- Yeah, we could kill
him all right, Phoenix.

But there'll be no killing here.

Put up your guns, I'm going
out and talk to the man.

- You mean you're gonna go out there

and talk to that fellow without
carrying any iron with you?

- You know, Gale, sometimes
I think I have to wonder

about you more than I
do this, this Slocum.

Shut your damn mouth.

Lawrence.

(horse neighing)

Mr. Lawrence?

- Sam Lawrence.

Mr. Taggart?

- Mr. Lawrence you, you look like

you've got trouble on your mind.

- Yes, sir, I believe you can say I do.

- It's about Slo it-

- I'm in no mind for no small talk.

- I'm not trying to small talk ya.

It wasn't his fault.

It was mine.

- Them boys had a bad way
of repaying my hospitality,

now didn't they?

- Would you mind not
pointing that thing at me?

I'm an older, I'm an older man.

(horse neighing)
- Yes, sir.

Right, yes sir.

- What's your first name?

- Sam, sir.

- May I call you by your first name?

- Yes, sir.

- Sam, look, you and me we're
both, we're both fathers.

So I want you to
understand that Slo, well,

he was never been more than
six years old all his life.

- Yes sir, but you know
my little girl, Jenny,

she's just little girl.

Now that boy of yours,

I don't care what age he
is, but he's dangerous.

- I gotta explain it.

I seeded a woman that wasn't
too right in her head.

Well, that made him not
too right in his head.

- Yes sir.

I can see you've had a cross to bear.

- Yes, Mr. Lawrence, I've had,

I've had a big cross to bear.

Now, I think I just wanna stop running.

(gentle music)

I, uh, think I'd like to
find a place to settle down.

Maybe, maybe around here.

- Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, now you're doing some talking.

There's land a plenty here.

Just everywhere you look.

Now see this ridge right here?

- [O.B.] Yeah.

- Can't you just see a row of houses,

just sitting right up there on that ridge?

And then, here hold this.

You see, right down and in that draw?

Right down there,

the water is real good.
(trigger clicks)

Now I can see a meat packing plant-

- Now shut up your big fat mouth!

- Pa, you gotta be one
of the smartest hombres

this side of the Rockies.

- You know what, Pa?

We can shoot him right now.

- Gale, get that gun out
of Mr. Lawrence's face.

Mr. Lawrence here was
nice enough to take us in.

Here, Phoenix, take that while I go in

and do some talking to Slo.

- Pa?

- Yeah?

- You know Gale might be right.

Slo does cause us a lot of problems.

- Mr. Lawrence, you get your big fat ass

up there in that wagon.

Stay there!

Pa's getting soft.

- My patience is running thin.

- What's he doing to him in there?

- Our Pa believes that right
and wrong begins at home.

He's in there laying it to old Slocum

for trying to get some milk

from your pretty little daughter, Jenny.

(Gale chuckles)

- Strikes you as funny does it?

- Yeah.

- It does, huh?

Let me tell you boys something.

Let me tell ya,

someday you're gonna have
children of your own.

You're gonna settle down
and you're gonna have-

- Didn't I tell you to keep your big ass

up there in that wagon?

- Gale, you and Phoenix get saddled up.

Mr. Lawrence, we wanna thank you very much

for your hospitality.

Hope we didn't cause you any inconvenience

and don't go looking for any trouble.

We Taggarts are bad enemies, huh.

For God's sake, put your arms down,

we can smell you in the back of the house.

(tack jingling)

- Mr. Lawrence.

You be sure and tell Miss
Luanne I said bye-bye now.

- Your gun's over by
the barn, Mr. Lawrence.

Have a nice day.

(lively music)

- [Luanne] Jenny! Jenny!

- Papa.

- Jenny.

Sam? Sam, honey, are you okay?

- Yes.

- Are you good, hon?
- Yes.

I think that man is the
saddest that I ever ran into.

(lively music)

(bird screeching)

(determined music)

(horse neighing)

(chickens clucking)

- Pa! Pa, a stranger's coming!

Stranger's coming, Papa!

- Afternoon.

Oop, I don't, I don't
mean no harm to you folks.

- [Sam] State your business, stranger.

- Well, my name's Jack Parris.

I buy up mining claims.

- Mining claims, huh.

- Lot of folks come by your
place here all the time?

- No, not much.

- Well, if a stranger come by,

say maybe three or four of
'em, you think you'd notice?

- More than likely.

- Mr. Taggart and his sons, Papa.

- You mean Taggart?

- Nobody asked you nothing, Jenny.

Go on up to the house.

Go on.

- Well now, the family named Taggart,

that's who I'm looking for.

- They friends of yours?

- The Taggarts, they ain't got no friends.

- Well what's your
business with them then?

- Well, let's just say
they give me something.

I wanna give them something in return.

- Mister, I ain't looking to
do no favors for them Taggarts.

- Well, here, let me show
you what they did for me.

- Oh, God.

Well, they may have left some scars

on that little girl of mine, too.

They rode out of here yesterday
morning bout daybreak.

- Where do you think
they might be resting up?

- Well sir, that's not
a place I've ever been

but that one boy of his,
about 40 miles northwest,

a place called Molly's.

- The scar on that little
girl of yours'll heal up.

She's still young.

(lively music)

(owl screeching)

(horse hooves pounding)

(horse neighing)

- [O.B.] Oh, we're gonna
do a little socializing

with an old friend of
mine, Molly Plantain.

All right!

(horses neighing)

Quiet out there, you horses!

Shut up!

- Molly Plantain?

You mean Molly Plenty?

- Well,

(woman giggling)
she's got a house here

that, uh, will give
anybody a lot of pleasure

and we're going in and get some.

(O.B. laughs)

- I'm not going in.

- You're not?

- No, let me talk to you for a minute.

- What's on your mind?

- While you were gone,

I began to think that all
my life had come to no good.

And, uh, well I'm met this man one day

and he talked to me
and he gave me a Bible.

Ever since then, I've
been a God-fearing man.

When I lost you, I found Jesus.

And, and don't laugh,

but I feel like a better man for it.

- Well, I'll be damned.

(chuckles) What do you think of that?

Well, you know a man's
gotta go down the road

he thinks that is the
road he's gotta go down

and should go down.

I got a road I'm going down.

- Well, you and Gale go on in.

Every man's gotta make up his own mind.

- Yeah, well my mind is
leading me right in there

and that's where I'm going.

(O.B. chuckles)

(bell tinkling)
(upbeat music)

(women chattering)
(women giggling)

- O.B. Taggart?

(bell ringing)

That's you?

- Molly Plenty.

- My little sweetheart.

- [O.B.] Ah!

- Oh-ho.

How long has it been?

You naughty old man.

- Well, it has been a long time.

I've been away, but I'm back now.

You naughty little girl.

(Molly giggles)

(O.B. laughs)

- I gave you up for lost.

- [O.B.] Lost?

- I went into mourning.

- Oh, I know.

Listen, I want you to meet my two boys.

This is Gale.

This is Slocum.

- Well, just look at this.

Strong, handsome and hungry for love.

(Slocum gasps)

- [O.B.] Say, what you got that's prime?

- All depends on what you're looking for.

Boys, this here's Lizzie.

- [O.B.] Ah, Lizzie.

- Uh-huh, that's Bertha.

That's Loretta, she reads a lot.

That's Sally, they say
she's lined with velvet.

- What you reckon that fellow
over there's lined with?

- So, you're $2 and she is-

- I think I'll make me
some room on that couch.

- I think I'll be getting another drink.

(upbeat music)

- Molly, listen, I wanna talk
to you about my son Slocum.

First time he's ever been
in a place like this, see?

- Kiki.

- [O.B.] Hmm?

- Kiki's perfect.

She's new, too.

- [O.B.] Where is she?

- Upstairs.

- Go get her.

That woman used to have

more moves than a checkerboard.

- What you reading little girl?

- "Les Fleurs du mal" by Baudelaire.

- Boda who?

- Baudelaire.

- What's that Baudelaire fellow,

what's he talking about in that book?

- Dark tales of naughty girls.

♪ For me ♪

- Are you a naughty girl?

(she chuckles)

Let me see a little something.

I always like to know what
it is that I'm buying.

- You first.

Show me a little bit of
(chuckles) something.

I wanna see what I'm selling to.

♪ Come home ♪

♪ Ye who are weary come home ♪

- Yeah, Gale's gonna
have a long, hard night.

(O.B. chuckles)

Little girl, my Slocum,

he wants to see some more
of those pretty legs.

♪ Oh sinner come home ♪

- This is Kiki.

- And this is, get in there, Slocum.

- Kiki, come on.

Come on.

This is Slocum.

- Wanna dance?

(Kiki gasps)

Let me change the music.

(gentle music)

- What you looking at?

They're gonna be just fine.

- I hope so.

- [Loretta] I come from across the ocean

where a woman knows how
to take care of a man.

- You foreigners got a mighty peculiar way

of getting ready for a poke.

Let's just see if you can get
naked standing on your head.

- You can start with my stockings.

- Me?

All right.

You know if I could stand on my head,

we could just get ourselves
a poke upside down.

- Take the other one.

(gentle music)

- Don't you talk?

Come on.

Let's go upstairs.

Don't be afraid.

- Why don't you and I go in the back room?

- What you got in mind?

- Little old times.

- [O.B.] Huh.

- [Molly] Huh?

- [Kiki] Your brother's in there.

(bed springs creaking)
(gentle music)

(girl giggling)

- What the hell is this?

- My back started aching.

- I thought by now you'd be snuggled down

in a nice warm tub.

Ready for me to come and scrub your back

and scrub all those other
little special places

you used to like.

- I used to love you scrubbing my back

and all those special little places.

- Well, what are we waiting for?

- I don't want any scrubbing.

I want rubbing.

- What do you want me to rub?

- My feet?

- You want me to rub your feet?

That's not the O.B. Taggart
that I used to know.

- Molly, I ain't the O.B.
Taggart I used to know.

♪ Swing little girl ♪
- No!

♪ Swing her around ♪
- No!

♪ I'm gonna swing her upside down ♪

- Put me down!

(hand slapping)

- I'll put you down.

(Loretta yelps)

You slapped Gale Taggart, little girl.

What you need's a good spanking

and I'm gonna give you one right now.

(Loretta yelps)

(hand pats)

(Loretta breathing heavily)

(both moaning)

(gentle music)

- They're having a good time in there.

- [Slocum] Soft like a pillow.

(Kiki giggles)

(gentle music)

- Why don't you take your clothes off.

- Uh, I get, cold.

- Give me your hand.

(gentle music)

See?

(Slocum chuckles)

That's warm.

- Warm.

(Kiki chuckles)

(gentle music)

Oh! No!

- What's the matter with you?

(Slocum whimpers)

What are you doing in a place like this?

I'm gonna tell all the other girls,

that you're just a big baby.

- No! (whimpers)

I'm not a baby!

- You're just a big baby!

- [Slocum] No, no, no I'm not!

(Kiki crying)

- That's Kiki crying.

- Is she the one with Slo?

- Yeah, it's her first time.

- Hell, it's his first time, too,

and he don't know bear
shit from wild honey.

Don't you know they're
having a hell of a time.

(Loretta giggles)

- Rubbing feet.

(O.B. sighing)

O.B?

- [O.B.] Yeah?

- Can I ask you a question?

- [O.B.] Go ahead.

- Why did you want me to rub your feet?

- It's the only thing that'll swell up.

- Pa!

Pa, she's gonna tell the other girls.

She called me a baby.

- A what?

- A baby.

- She's only a baby herself.

- Well, we'll see about that.

I'll fix that right now.

- O.B., O.B., listen to me.

We've got other girls.

- That little girl's gonna
become a woman right now.

Come with me, son.

(Kiki sobbing)

What's this about my boy being a baby?

(Kiki sobbing)

Shut up!

(Slocum crying)

And you shut up, too!

What's going on in here?

- Why'd you have to bring him here?

This is my first time.

- I don't care if it's your
first time or your 50th time.

(Kiki sobbing)

- Hey, you're interrupting
my fornicating, you hear?

- Do I hear?

Listen, to this.

(fist thudding)
(man moaning)

(glass shattering)
(energetic music)

- Pa, I think he heard you.

(fist thudding)
(man moans)

(girls squealing)

(man yells)
(furniture crashes)

(energetic music)

- I think he heard us, Gale.

- Bye, Pa.

Bye, Pa!

(birds chirping)

(gentle music)

- [Molly] Who's that over there?

- That's my third son,
Phoenix, the God-fearing one.

He didn't even wanna meet you.

- You know faith's a funny thing,

it's here one day, gone tomorrow.

- Much like 12 years.

Well Molly, whoever I
meet wherever I'm going,

I'm gonna tell 'em to stop by here

and they can have themselves
are real good time.

- Only those with money.

After that ruckus last
night and the damage.

(boots stomping)

- Which way we headed, Pa?

- We're going to Placerville,
right off in there.

You and the boys saddle
up, I'll catch up with you.

I wanna talk to Molly.

- Ma'am.

Come on, Phoenix.

Let's go,

- [Loretta] Taggart!

(melancholy music)
(horse whinnying)

- Molly, here, I want you to have this

and give some of it to that
little first time girl up there

and see that she gets to school, huh.

And some of it you use for all that stuff

we broke up in there last night.

The rest for you.

(chuckles) Just for, for memories.

You know what?

My feet feel real good.

(O.B. laughs)

(melancholy music)

(determined music)

(wagon creaking)

(horse hooves pounding)

- Boys, there's the
Irishman's place over there.

I gotta go in and talk
to them about a loan.

- Well, I never thought the
Irishman would still be here.

- Well, where'd the hell you'd
think he'd be, in Hong Kong?

- Many people as he's cheated,

I'm surprised somebody ain't
closed him down or shot him.

(wind whistling)

- Morning, Sheriff.

- Morning.

- Wait a minute, there's
the boarding house.

Let's get down there
and get a couple rooms

and we'll unsaddle right there.

- Pa, look who we got come
to welcome us to town.

(wind whistling)

- Come on, Gale, let's tie up.

- O.B. Taggart, uh, I heared
you was a getting out.

But I didn't reckon that
you come back this way.

- Well, I wasn't expecting to, Sheriff.

Heh, am I right or wrong, but
ain't you put on a few pounds?

(sheriff laughs)

- No more than you have in years, O.B.

(O.B. laughs)

State your business.

- Oh, my business is honest.

Wasn't honest, you wouldn't
know anything about it anyway.

(both laugh)

Boys, say hello to this man.

- Morning, sir.

- Yeah, this is the man that
turned me over to the feds

so I could do 12 hard years in a cage.

- No hard feelings.

How long are you planning
to stay in Placerville?

- Yeah, I don't rightly know.

We just got into town.

Look around, it seemed like a nice place.

- Well, you've been a thorn
in the side of the law

all your life, O.B.

But like any man, you've
got a right to start over.

- Well, I aim to do just that.

I, I ain't planning on
going back to jail, Sheriff.

(he laughs)

Yeah, yeah, I wanna do right, Sheriff.

Wanna do something good

'fore I meet the big warden in the sky.

- Uh-huh.

- [Jack] Morning, ma'am.

- Looking for a good time, mister?

- [Jack] You work here, do you?

- Well, yes, I just began.

- I reckon my saddle's
older than you are, ma'am.

(Kiki chuckles)

Tell your boss that I'd like
to have few minutes with her.

(spurs jingling)

- Thinking of trying one on, cowboy?

- The name's Parris, Jack Parris.

- I'm Molly Plantain.

My friends call me Molly Plenty.

Did one of them recommend this place?

- I'm looking for O.B. Taggart.

- Well, you're here now.

It's not yet high noon.

I've got three girls
for you to choose from.

You could have all three,
honey, if you like.

- I'm the brother of
his dear departed Clara

and I got a lot to talk to him about.

Did they by any chance say
where they might be heading?

- They must be in Placerville
by now, resting up.

There's not much to do in
Placerville, but rest up.

Come on, cowboy.

Why don't you come inside?

Kick up your heels.

- Sorry, ma'am.

I can't accommodate you today.

(determined music)

- Pa, seems to be changing.

- We must be getting close.

- Then what's he wanna
borrow from the Irishman?

- You still don't get it do you, Phoenix?

- [Phoenix] Just say it plain.

- When O.B. Taggart walks
soft around any man,

especially a sheriff, it
can only mean one thing.

He don't want nothing getting in the way

of what he's got going on.

- Pa says to come get you.

- Pa, getting mighty
tough to tear myself away.

All the excitement going on out there.

- Nice place to rest up, Pa.

Ma'am, where's your privy?

- Right out back there.

- Thank you, kindly.

- That your boy?

- Yeah, it's one of 'em.

The other two are mine, too.

- Uh, I'm one, too.

- I just told her that, Slo.

- $1.50 a night each, $8 for the week.

- Pa, why don't you take the whole week?

We're gonna be around
here for awhile, ain't we?

- [O.B.] Uh-huh.

- If you stay on, we'll change the price.

I've got number four with two beds

and number five's a double.

- [O.B.] We'll take 'em both.

- Rachel, would you show these gentlemen

to their rooms, please?

Ah, Mr. Taggart and that
one will take number five

and the other two in number four.

- Fine.

Here it is.

- Yeah, here it is.

Slocum. Slo!

(bed springs creaking)

(O.B. grunting)

- Are you sure the two of you

can sleep in the same bed together?

- Miss, I ain't very big.

Besides, we're kin.

Oh, God!

- You know, mister, you
have a tear in your sleeve.

Right there.

You know, if you give it to me tonight-

- How old are you?

- Nevermind how old she is.

- 15.

But, I'll be 16 soon.

- That's it, miss.

That's all we want.

We don't need you anymore.

Thank you for showing us.

- Fine, I'll tell mama you enjoy the room.

- [O.B.] Thank you.

- Goodnight.
- Thank you very much.

Slocum.

- [Slocum] Hmm?

- Why is it you keep asking
questions about nothing?

- Pa, tonight.

- What about tonight.

- Don't snore.

- Snore?

- [Slocum] Hmm.

(Slo imitates snoring)

- I don't hear nothing.

- Uh, where you going?

- I gotta go over and see the Irishman.

Listen, while I'm gone you,
you keep your buttons buttoned.

You understand me?

(Slocum gasps)

Huh.
- Uh-huh.

- [O.B.] Now, remember buttons buttoned.

(door clicks)

(determined music)

- Well, there he goes.

Waddling off across the street.

You know he walks like he's
got a gold nugget up his ass

and wouldn't drop it for a dollar.

(gun cylinder clicking)

- You know, maybe he is gonna make a loan.

- [Gale] No, not him.

He'd just steal whatever he needs

to keep from owing any man.

- Then why's he going to see the Irishman?

- Speed, he's gonna play this
thing out till the very end.

Just keep us hanging.

- I'm getting too old to go chasing around

after that old man hoping for a legacy

that he don't wanna give me.

(church bells ringing)

I'm leaving ya.

- I'll kill you first.

(gun cocks)

(tense music)

You know, Speed, Pa always told us

that you oughta give a
man one last request.

- What's yours?

- Let's go get some whiskey.

(horse neighing)

(gentle music)

- I don't know where it
says in the scriptures

that a man can't have drink
at the end of a long day.

(bell tinkling)

- Howdy, mister.

(bell tinkling)

I don't believe I know you.

- Just rode in.

Is the Irishman in?

- I ain't sure.

I'll have to check.

- [Irishman] O.B. is that you?

- Yeah, that's, that's me, Irish.

- [Irishman] Uh, Benji,
let Mr. Taggart in.

- (chuckles) Now I know who you are.

You're O.B. Taggart.

Now you can go in.

- O.B., O.B., my God.

(he groans)

I been expecting you, Mr. Taggart.

- Irish, what the hell is
all this formal bowing for?

- Do Irish a favor.

Get rid of that smelly stogie.

(metal clangs)

(spit splatters)

(cigar sizzles)

(pot clatters)

You never change.

(gentle music)

(Slocum sighs)

- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

(water splashing)

- Water, for washing.

- You're not supposed to be here.

- Well, you wanna wash up?

What's the matter?

You're not afraid of me are you?

- No.

(troubled music)

- Do you like my hair?

I brush it 50 times every
morning and 50 times every night.

- Pa said not to let nobody in.

(gentle music)

(door slams)

(bolt clicks)

- It was lucky that you were
there with me 12 years ago.

After I made the heist, I gave it to you.

Otherwise those marshals
woulda stolen my loot.

- $80,000, I kept in safe place.

- All right, you tell me where it is

and my boys and I'll start
digging it up in the morning.

- No, not necessarily dig.

- Don't tell me you got it
someplace hidden around here.

- You think I crazy?

Be very big mistake.

Many of my best customers
are very dishonest people.

(gentle music)

- So nice and pretty.

So's your hair.

- Pretty, (chuckles)
I'm sure your brothers

could think of something more
than that to say to a girl.

- I'm different than them.
(bed creaking)

I'm Pa's favorite.

(she squeals)

(Slocum laughs)

- You're strong and you're handsome.

Probably the strongest one
in your family, aren't you?

- [Slocum] I don't like to fight.

- Show me how strong you are.

- No, don't touch, little girl.

- Little girl?

Little girl?

Does this look like the
petticoat of a little girl?

- Go away.

Pa told me I can't play with little girls.

- It's okay.

Your papa's out somewhere.

Your brothers are out, too.

Even my mama went to
go visit a sick friend.

So you see, it's just you and me.

All by ourselves.

- All right, where is,

where is the gold?

- The bank.

They use the money you steal from them

to make money for them and for you.

- You mean I got $80,000, plus interest?

- 80% of safe, 20% is my fee.

- One-fifth?

Why you pipe smoking, skinflint.

- Careful how you talk.

I have Irish temper.

My fee for common crooks is one-half.

But you different.

You good father.

Always take care of your sons.

You gonna buy home now, settle down?

- No, Irish, maybe this is
not the right time for that.

You see, I've gotta take my
last born, Slo, to St. Louis.

- St. Louis?

In the prison, doctor told me

that they got some good
doctors in St. Louis

that could maybe fix
him and make him right.

- Very expensive.

- But very important to me, Irish.

- You're not so little.

- Hey, I didn't say you could do that.

I'm gonna get your pa.

(Slocum yelling)
(Rachel yelling)

- [Rachel] Please! Please!

(basin clatters)

- [Slocum] You lied to me!

You lied to me!

(tense music)

You told that, you told me a lie.

(pitcher shatters)

(Slocum moans)

You hit me.

(Slocum crying)
(Rachel yelling)

You hit me.

(Slocum gasping)
(muffled screams)

You, you lied to me!

(Slocum crying)

(Slocum yells)
(Rachel wheezes)

No, don't go sleepy.

No, come back.

Come back.

(somber music)

(Slocum screams)

(Slocum sobs)

Pa!

- Boys, it aint' gonna be
too long around these parts

before land is gonna be
worth a dollar an acre,

mark my word.

- Lies, you don't know what
the hell you're talking about.

- You got enough damn land.

You're already wealthy.

- [Card Player] I got a
funny feeling after this hand

I'm gonna get a little bit drunk.

(men chattering)
(upbeat music)

- Looka there.

It's Jack Parris.

- Dear God.

I'm gonna go tell Pa.

You get his shotgun.

He's gonna wanna finish
this once and for all.

(upbeat music)

(men chattering)

(man laughing)

(anxious music)

(Slocum panting)

(wind whistling)

(Slocum spits)

(anxious music)

(bell tinkling)

Is O.B. Taggart in here?

- Gale, what are you doing here?

- He's alive.

- Alive, who's alive?

- Jack Parris, that's who's alive.

(pots clang)
(suspenseful music)

- Jack Parris alive?

- He's looking for us.

(horse whinnying)
(anxious music)

- Here, Pa.

We're back.

- My God, this feels
like family again, Pa.

(upbeat music)
(men chattering)

(doors banging)

("Oh, My Darling, Clementine")

- Three whiskeys.

- Two, make mine a cola.

- [Bartender] You bet.

- We're gonna be in town a few days.

Might as well put my name on the bottle.

It's Taggart.

You understand? Taggart.

- I don't want no trouble in here,

if you be Taggart.

- He's Taggart.

Them two there's his sons.

(suspenseful music)

- Jack Parris.

Thought you was dead.

- Not hardly.

(spurs jingling)

I warned you Taggart.

My nephew, the dumb crazy one

that lives up to his
name, Slo, I want him.

- You mean you came all
the way here to this town

to kill that kid?

- That's right.

I come to put him out of his misery.

That way he won't have to
feel guilty about doing this.

(tense music)

- Hmm, you're gonna kill him, Jack,

you gotta kill me first.

- I'm gonna put a bullet
through your heart, too,

for all the misery you've caused

and what you done to my sister.

- Where you gonna do it?

You gonna, you gonna do it in here

in front of all these people?

- Go out in the street, old man.

(suspenseful music)

- Out in the street.

Oh-ho, Jack, we been going out
in the street all our lives.

Yeah, yeah, I'm old.

Used to be fast and quick.

And you, when you was younger,
there was nobody faster.

Now I owe my boy Slocum a life.

The other two,

they don't even like me.

Hate my guts.

I've never known, Jack, what
it was like to be liked.

Hm, never knew love
till I met your sister.

(wind whistling)

- What are you saying?

- Our time has passed, Jack.

It's over.

I think we should take our hate,

put it on the bar, have
a drink of whiskey.

(somber music)

(guns clatter)

(men chattering)

- O.B., I never did wanna
shake hands with ya,

but I will now.

- God bless you, Jack Parris.

- Gotta little something for you here.

(gunshot booms)
(Jack moans)

(woman screaming)

- Jesus.

(glass shattering)

- [Man] Watch yourself.

- May he rest in peace.

- Amen.

- Gale, what have you done?

- Pa, that man's been wanting
to kill you for years.

And the thought of losing
you, just broke my heart.

- You all saw it.

It was self-defense, right?

- We all did, right boys?

- Oh, yeah.
- It was self-defense.

(men chattering)

- [Phoenix] Go back to your card game.

- Taggart, what the hell goes on here?

Everywhere you go you cause trouble.

Is this your way of being honest?

- Sheriff, that man went for
a gun in his vest pocket.

I saw metal.

I shot him.

- Oh, you saw metal and you shot him.

- That's right.

I saw it myself, Laughton.

It was self-defense.

(suspenseful music)

(sheriff groans)

- Here's your metal

- God, that's the locket I gave
Clara when Slocum was born.

- You got more problems than
a death of a gunfighter.

- [O.B.] What are you talking about?

- Your dumb one.

- Slocum?

- Yeah.

- [O.B.] I left him alone.

- Hold up!

(crowd yelling)

- Murderers.
- Murderers.

- Hold it, hold it!

- They're calling us murderers.

- Rachel Saxby was
found dead in your room.

Her neck was broke.

- What's that got to do with my Slocum?

- The dumb one was seen
running up for those rocks.

Now what does that add up to?

- [Man] Let's go get a posse.

- [Man] Let's go get a posse!

(crowd yelling)

- No, hold it, hold it!

- Let me go get him.

I'll find him and I'll,
I'll bring him back.

- [Man] Don't believe him!

(crowd chattering)

- All right.

- Come on, Sheriff.
- No!

- [Man] No, Sheriff.

(crowd yelling)

- I'll give you that chance.

But until the dumb one is found,

I'm gonna keep one of
your boys for security.

- [Man] Yeah!

(crowd chattering)

(gun cocks)

- [O.B.] Phoenix!

(wind whistling)
(gun trigger clicks)

- All right, Pa.

I'll stay.

- All right now, let him pass.

- No!
- No!

- [Sheriff] Let him pass!

(crowd yelling)

Quiet, let him pass.

- All right, let's go.

(crowd chattering)

- [Gale] I'll be back for you, Speed.

- [Woman] You can't
trust them Taggart boys!

They're all liars and
cheats and murderers.

- [Man] No good, Sheriff.

- What do you reckon the
Sheriff's gonna do to us

if we don't find Slo?

- Slocum's my son.

We'll find him.

(crowd yelling)

Slocum!

(voice echoing)

(anxious music)

Where are you?

(voice echoing)

Don't be afraid!

(voice echoing)

(thunder rumbling)

- [Gale] Pa? Pa, I
think I heard something.

- [O.B.] Huh?

- Back over there, I
think I heard something.

(thunder rumbling)
(anxious music)

- Gale, stay with the horses.

I gotta talk to Slo.

(suspenseful music)

(thunder rumbling)

(gentle music)

(Slocum whimpering)

Slocum, come on out of there.

It's your Pa.

Slocum, it's your Pa.

- Pa, oh, Pa.

- It's me, boy.

Oh God, it has to be like this, huh?

- She, she got me all mixed up, Pa.

I didn't mean.

I got, I wanted to touch.

I just wanted to touch, Pa.

- Oh, what's gonna happen to you?

Good God, boy, after I'm gone
who's gonna take care of you?

- We can have a place.

We can have, we can have
ducks and we can have cows.

(Slocum imitates cow mooing)

Yeah, and we could have corn

and, and when it gets dark
at night the stars come out

and the moon is bright.

It's so bright.

(gunshot booms)

(horse neighs)

- Goodbye, little brother.

(somber music)

(wind whistling)

(metal banging)

- [Running Man] Get out here.

The boy's back.

(church bells ringing)

- Lord Almighty.

You didn't have to bring
him back that-a-way.

- Did you think I was gonna
bring him back for you to hang?

(Sheriff scoffs)

I want my other son.

I want Phoenix.

- Well, I'm gonna have to
make out some kind of report.

- I'm gonna have to bury my son.

(bird screeching)

- [Phoenix] Pa, Gale.

- [Sheriff] Here.

(somber music)

- God bless you, brother.

- Saddle up.

- Out back.

There's room in the churchyard.

You can bury him there.

- Thanks, Sheriff,

but Slocum never did get
along with strangers.

No we're gonna take him
out of town a piece.

Bury him some place out
there under the stars,

so he can have something to look at.

(somber music)

(shovel crunching)

(wind howling)

- [Gale] I reckon that's it, Pa.

- Pa, you want me to read from the Bible?

- No, Phoenix, I think
it's only, only fitting

that I say a few words.

Lord, Slo, wasn't much on talking hisself.

The boy wasn't, wasn't wasn't too right.

Wasn't fit to take care of hisself.

I tried to do everything I could, Lord.

In fact, we, we all did.

- That's right, Pa.

- Shut up!

Lord, I think that Slo's gonna
have a grievance against you,

'cause you're not taking care of those

that can't take care of theirselves.

- God can't be blamed.

- I wouldn't blame you, Lord,

if you took it out on
me being an old sinner.

Be right.

But I don't hold much to
the sins of the father

going to the, going to his sons.

I don't think, Lord, that Slo
is ever gonna forgive you.

I know I ain't.

(wind blowing)
(birds chirping)

Fellas, let's, let's get moving.

- Where to, Pa?

- Oh, we'll get holed
up down here someplace.

In the morning, I gotta
get in to see the Irishman.

I got business.

- He's lying, Phoenix.

(anxious music)

He's gonna give us the
slip and go for the gold.

He's got it stashed up here somewheres.

- He don't mean to give us one cent.

- [Gale] We're gonna force his hand.

Come on.

You're gonna need this, Pa.

- What? What do you mean?

Nah, you, you, keep it yourself.

- I ain't got no use for it,

unless you tell me where to dig.

- Dig?

- Ever since you got out of prison,

we've been heading in one direction.

- All right, one direction.

So what?

- Well, we know you was
gonna take Slo to St. Louis

to those fancy doctors.

- Sure, Pa.

So you had to dig up that gold first.

- Every penny of it for Slocum.

Nothing for me.

Nothing for Phoenix.

You was gonna spend all
of it on that loony.

That loony don't need it no more, Pa.

- I want you to both listen to me.

I want you to listen to every word I say

and listen real good!

And what you both have done just now,

I could kill you both
and not feel nothing.

(gun trigger clicks)

- You ain't gonna kill nobody, old man.

Just in case you forgot
it, it was the two of us

that helped you heist
that gold 12 years ago

and we mean to get our share of it.

- (scoffs) Gale don't you
know that gold is bad for you?

Phoenix, you with that gun.

Remember when I told you

anybody that pulls a gun on
O.B. Taggart and cocks that gun,

is gonna have to keep that gun cocked

the rest of his life.

- Maybe so, but you
were a lot younger then.

- And we ain't little anymore,
Pa, and we ain't fooling.

- You're shit, hear me?

You're shit.

- Don't let him get to his shotgun, Speed.

- I got him covered.

(O.B. laughs)

- I was just thinking, you know what boys?

I deserve this whole damn thing

that's happening up here
on this mountain side

for bringing you into the world!

Even if it's a whore that
couldn't be true to one man.

And you, you Phoenix, coming out of a slut

wanting to bring you up in
some kind of fancy house

with God knows what?

- Don't take the name of
the Lord in vain, old man.

- God? (chuckles)

Don't worry about that,
you ain't no friend of God.

- Pa!

Our patience is running mighty thin.

Now, where is that gold?

Remember, we're family.

- Family?

(scoffs) Ah shit, we ain't family no more.

Now get your asses outta here.

Get on your horse and get
your lives, out of my life.

(trigger clicks)

- Maybe it is better this way, Speed.

- Are you crazy?

- No.

Maybe we oughta just run down to Texas

and join up with a cattle
drive or something.

(gun trigger clicks)

- Well, okay.

- Good luck to you, Pa.

- Don't take any wooden nickels.

- Now, you two remember and don't forget,

we're not family anymore!

(birds chirping)

(somber music)

(metal scraping)

(playful music)

(tense music)

Gale?

(trigger clicks)

- Man your age oughtn't
to work that hard, Pa.

- Yeah, especially when he's
got two big, strong sons

to help him.

- You boys are off on the wrong trail.

Cattle drive, my ass.

(shovel pings)

- Reason is, you lied to us, Pa.

- Yeah, after you told us
never lie to each other.

- So you came to get your share?

- After 12 years of waiting.

12 years is a mighty long time, Pa.

- My own flesh and blood.

You don't trust your own, Pa?

- We don't need you know more, old man.

We know where that gold is buried.

- Don't you know that money
is the root of all evil?

- Yeah, but without it you're nothing.

- What are you planning on doing?

- We're planning on reading
you your last rights, Pa.

Phoenix, take that pistol.

(wind whistling)

- Can I have one last request?

- Course you can, Pa.

- I gotta pee.

- You go ahead and pee.

But first, where's that
little sawed-off shotgun

you always carry?

- Over in the scabbard on the horse.

You know I hear that

anybody who gets it for the first time

why, they lose all control,
pee all over themselves.

Yeah, you know I don't
wanna end up a dead man

with one wet leg.

- Gale, that gun ain't here!

(suspenseful music)

- What?

- Gale!

(gunshot booms)

(Gale moans)

Phoenix!

Get your ass away from
the back of that horse!

Keep your hand away that, that gun, too!

You hear me?

Don't you move you bastard.

I know every move you make.

- Wait a minute now.

Uh, you know Gale and I
coulda been dead wrong.

But you and me, we can make a deal.

- You know the first part of
what you said, you were right.

You're dead.

(gunshot booms)

♪ It's a long and rocky road ♪

♪ From the cradle to the grave ♪

♪ When you find that what you're owed ♪

♪ Is more than what you're paid ♪

♪ And a bullet don't give a damn ♪

♪ If you're a coward or if you're brave ♪

♪ It's long and rocky road ♪

(gun fires)

♪ From the cradle to the grave ♪
- Slocum, I got the money

from the Irishman and I gave him his cut.

That old pipe smoker.

I gave something the widow
woman for her daughter,

so she'd have a decent burial.

Your two other brothers I killed them.

I killed 'em dead because of their greed.

(somber music)

Slocum you was always talking about

that spread you wanted some day.

Yeah, yeah, it could start over here

and end up out of sight over here.

I did it all because I loved you Slocum.

Lord God, you made the world!

You made everything!

You made gold!

But gold is getting in the way!

("Money Without Love")

♪ A man who has it all ♪

♪ In the way of what he owns ♪

♪ And seemed to have so much ♪

♪ Except when he's alone ♪

♪ But then the truth steps in ♪

♪ And takes him by the hand ♪

♪ And tells him that he's
nothing but a lonely man ♪

♪ Money without love ♪

♪ Is never quite enough ♪

♪ It can't keep you
warm when you are cold ♪

♪ Money without love ♪

♪ Is never quite enough ♪

♪ It can't keep you
warm when you are cold ♪

♪ Every man needs someone ♪

♪ When the going's rough ♪

♪ Money without love ♪

♪ Is heartaches made of gold ♪

♪ Money without love ♪

♪ Is heartaches made of gold ♪