Trapper County War (1989) - full transcript

(easygoing guitar music)

(muffled chatter)

(train horn blaring)

- Man, I don't
know where we are.

- Maybe we should pull over
and ask for directions, huh?

- I don't even know what
side of the map we on, man.

We in trouble.

(easygoing guitar music)

- Your shot.

(soft chiming music)

(horn beeping)



- Hi.

So I'm sorry to
bother you, but um,

could you just tell
us where we are?

Thank you.

(engine humming)

This place is weird, man.

- Spooky.

- Well, it ain't Hoboken.

- You know that dude
with the crooked eyes?

- Yeah.

- Probably out there
right now under some tree

sharpening up his ax.

- Yeah or uh...

Gasin' up his chainsaw.



(roaring)
- Shit, Bobby!

(laughing)

Man, why are we talkin'
about this kinda stuff?

(maniacal laughing)

But you know there's
nobody out there.

Look, let's just get some sleep.

Find our way outta
here in the morning.

- Ryan,

if Captain Chainsaw
does come at us tonight,

just give 'em some of
your moves, ya know?

Woo ya!

Haaa!

- Goodnight.

(eerie music)

(birds chirping)

(watch beeping)

- Ryan.

Hey.

Ryan?

Ryan!

- Yo!
- Geez!

- Hey, sleep all right?

- Oh, like a baby.

I uh, I dreamt I was
freezin' to death,

and I woke up, and I was.

- Yeah, well it was
your idea, be your idea.

- Well, we need to find
a place for food, man.

We need to find a place now.

- Yeah, no doubt.

- And people that
don't chew tobacco.

(laughing)

- Big long spit
droolin' down your chin.

- [Bobby] Oh,
Christ, man, nasty.

- Now wait a minute.

Way to California?

- That way.

(suspenseful music)

Luddigger's Hardware,
Luddigger's Gun Shop.

- Yeah, this guy Luddigger's
doin' all right for himself.

- Let's try his diner.

- Yeah, good idea.

♪ At the end of the day,
when I'm driving home

♪ Them little boys
can really sing a tune

♪ They help me find the
laughter in the late afternoon

♪ But just when I'm winding down

♪ And too tired to pretend

♪ Here comes the sad songs

♪ The radio's got
me cryin' again

♪ The radio's got me cryin'

- Whaddya wanna go sneakin'
up on people like that for?

You like to scared
me half to death.

- Whaddya mean sneakin'?

We came in the front door.

Ya see, I make it
a strict policy

never to play too much music
when I'm sneakin' up on people.

- You call that music?

- You call that singin'?

- Can I take your order?

- Uh wait a minute, I
think you gotta good voice.

- We got hot cakes, french
toast, and eggs, any style.

Any of the above served
with bacon, ham, sausage,

home fries, or grits.

We got a special that's
a stack of wheats,

two eggs, two sausages,
or two strips of bacon,

and for toast you
got your choice

of white, rye, or whole wheat.

- Hey.

- Beverages include
coffee, tea, milk,

Pepsi, and three kinds of beer,

if you're old enough,
which I doubt.

Four desserts...

- Excuse me.

- Hear somethin' you like?

- I was serious when I said I
thought you had a good voice.

- And how do you know?

- Are you kiddin' me?

We're musicians.

- Really?

You are not.

You just got that earring and
those hairdo's for effect.

- You don't recognize us?

Ryan Cassidy and the Bobby Kael?

She doesn't recognize us.

- It's a small town.

- [Ryan] We had the
hottest band in Hoboken.

- Ho whatten?

- Hoboken.
- Hoboken.

(laughs)

What's your name?

- Lacey.

- Lacey.

That's a beautiful name.

Anyway, we're on our
way to California

and we will be famous.

- You're not famous?

- Uh, not yet.

- Soon.

- What's your order?

You really goin' to California?

- [Bobby] Yep.

- I bet it's nice there.

- Well here, have a seat.

I'll tell ya all about it.

Come on.

(tapping)

California is nothing but
palm trees and beaches.

Beaches are all white sand
and the water's so blue,

it hurts your eyes
just to look at it.

- Uh, they also have record
companies there, remember?

Record companies?

- Ah yeah, record companies.

- Lord, I wish I was goin'.

- Oh, come on, I bet
there's a million things

to do in Luddigger on
a Friday night, huh?

- Yeah, there's a dance tonight

over at the community center.

It's the big event of winter.

- Wow.

I guess it's time
to hit the road.

- [Ryan] Wait a minute.
- What?

- Where did ya say
this dance was?

- Uh, Ryan, she's probably
already got a date.

- No I haven't.

- Oh man.

- Bobby, it'll be fun.

- Ryan, this girl does
not sound like fun.

Probably this girl
doesn't even date.

- Look, we'll leave right
after the dance, scout's honor.

- Ahh.

- Pssh.
(laughing)

- I'll take you out, man.

- Doubtful.

- Look,

is this like one of these love
at first sight kinda deals?

- Well, I don't know.

I think she's, she's...

- What?

- What?

- No, I knew it, I knew it.

Oh man.

What's the deal?

Hey!

Hey man.

Whaddya doin'?

You lose somethin' in there?

- Is this your truck?

- No, this is my
truck, what's wrong?

- What's your business
here in Luddigger?

- We's just havin'
breakfast, officer.

You um, you got
some special reason

to be messin' around
with our stuff?

- Yeah, out of state tags.

Car could be stolen
for all I know.

Let me see some ID.

- Sure.

- Boys enjoy your breakfast?

- I've had better.

- Tell you what.

Why don't you and your earring

and your little buddy here,

hop in this truck and
just take yourselves

on back to New Jersey.

(train bell dinging)

- I'll tell you what.

I don't think we're breakin'
any laws or nothin' here,

so uh, why don't ya just
go hide behind a billboard

or somethin', huh?

(laughing)

- What's the problem, Walt?

- Mornin' Alger, none
of your business.

Two punks were
just leavin' town.

Or they'd better be.

(door slamming)

(ominous music)

- Shouldn't a riled that feller.

That's Walt Luddigger.

- Yeah, well what's the story
with these Luddiggers, anyway?

- Mom and Pop Luddigger
own everything in this town

that's worth on it.

In other words, they
run the whole place.

If I was you boys,
I'd make tracks.

I'd put as much
distance between me

and Trapper County as I
could, fast as I could.

In fact, I wouldn't let
any grass grow under me.

- Thanks a lot, big fella.

- So old Norville busted
right into Tom's house

with that double barrel shotgun

lookin' for his
missin' chickens.

Tom was standin' on the sofa
in the middle of the room,

feathers all over tryin'
to get them chickens

down off the curtain rods.

(laughing)

I'm tellin' ya, I
was laughin' so hard

I lost my breath.
(bell dinging)

Come on in, Alger.

- Mornin' George.

Sheriff you'll be glad to know

that the old deputy
walks on the job.

Wrestled him a couple
of kids from outta state

this morning, and sent 'em back.

- Mighty fine, Alger.

That means we can all sleep
a little easier tonight.

- You got that right.

Now let's see, where was I?

So as I was sayin', that
old Tom caught red-handed

with them chickens, and
what do you think he said?

- [Sam] I don't know
George, what did he say?

- Well, he looked at
old Norville and said,

"Damn you Norville, if you
can't keep these chickens

"in your own yard, you're
gonna be facin' a lawsuit."

(laughing)

I'm tellin' you, I never
saw anything like it.

(snorting)

- That's a stitch
all right, George.

Truly a stitch.

You know, it'd a been a
whole lot funnier though

if Norville hadn't
a blown Tom in half

with that 12 gage.

- Lord, you got that right.

I was standin' right
next to old Tom

when he cut loose
with that shotgun.

(whistling) You
talk about a mess.

There was pieces of
Tom all over the place,

I mean all over the curtains,
on the furniture, everywhere.

Why, there was even
a chunk of somethin'

floatin' in the fishtank.

(bell dinging)

You know, that Sheriff's
a strange dude.

Nice feller and all but uh,

he ain't got no sense
of humor at all.

- Been livin' alone too
long, for what I think.

(engine humming)

(radio chattering
in the background)

(soft string music)

(leaves rustling)

- Happy anniversary, babe.

(wind howling)

♪ I could see you

- Hi, Sam.

♪ Drivin' down the highway

♪ She was with you

- I saved you a piece of pie.

- [Sam] Oh, thank you.

- Get your ears lowered today?

- Yeah.

- Listen, I got a letter from
my uncle up in Capital City.

He says that job
for the State Police

is waitin' any time you want it.

- Well, that's fine.

Mm, there's a, there's a new
picture playin' at the Lyric.

Thought maybe I might...

- I don't think so, Sam.

- [Sam] Why not?

- Damn it, I don't wanna...
- Shh.

- I don't wanna still
be gettin' picked up

to go to the picture show
when I'm 80 years old.

- [Sam] I don't think
this is the time.

- I've waited for
you a long time.

- I don't know what
brought all this on but,

I thought we had a
pretty good thing goin'.

- Pretty good just ain't
good enough anymore.

- Here we go again.

- What about you?

Don't you wanna go someplace?

Be someplace where
you can do your job

without havin' to answer
to those damn Luddiggers

every time you turn around?

- I'll tell you
somethin', darling.

It don't matter where I go,
there's gonna be politics.

- Sam.

Eight o'clock?

(engine humming)

- You sure you wanna do this?

- Yes.

- Definitely?
- Yes!

- Absolutely?

- Absolutely positive.

- Well I guess we have to do it.

- Hey.
- What?

- You know how to square dance?

- No.

- Yeah, me either.

- Somethin' like uh, uh,

swing your partner by the hair.

- [Ryan] Yeah, yeah, I
think it works better

if you got rotten teeth.

♪ I'm a certified fool

♪ I didn't know the truth

♪ But I got this
pretty woman in my hand

♪ I've been practicing forever

♪ But my turn, it came today

♪ I'm a genuine, licensed,
bonafide, certified fool

- Evenin' children.

♪ Today I got a notice

- Good band.

Wanna dance?

Hey, hey.

Where you goin', little sister?

- I'm not your sister.

- You're not?

No reason we can't have
us a little fun now, huh?

- Leave me alone.

- Give ole' Walt here
a little kiss, come on.

- Well, well, well.

If it ain't Officer
um, billboard.

- I thought I said
I didn't wanna

see you around here anymore.

- I don't think the lady
appreciates your attention.

- No, it's all right, he
was only foolin' around.

- You know Lacey, I
don't think I'm gonna

enjoy this dance too much.

What do you say
we go for a drive?

- Hey, I'm talkin' to you.

- Yo Tex, why don't
ya take a hike?

- Who the hell do
you think you're...

- What's goin' on here?

- Nothin, ' just these
uh, these two city boys

were just causin' a little
trouble, that's all.

- Well, come on now, why
not just shake hands,

forget about it?

- Lacey,

you goin' with them?

I said are you goin' with them?

♪ I'm a certified fool

- Fine, fine you
just go head on.

You just go right ahead.

You just remember, you've
gotta come home sometime, huh?

(banging)

I'm not through with you yet.

♪ I'm a genuine, licensed,
bonafide, certified fool

- I don't recall
seein' you boys before.

- No sir, we're just
passin' through.

- Well uh, you enjoy
yourselves while you're here.

But, stay away from Walt.

He's not a bad fella but,
can be mean as a snake.

- So, ya comin'?

- I don't know if I should.

- Come on, you can give
us a tour of the town.

- All right.

♪ In my hand, in my hand

♪ I've been praticin' forever

♪ But my turn, it came today

♪ I'm a genuine, licensed,
bonafide, certified fool

♪ I'm a genuine, licensed,
bonafide, certified fool

(whacking)

(groaning)

(ominous music)

- You happy now?

- Yeah, I'm happy.

- [Lacey] Leave him alone, Walt!

- You gonna let your
girlfriend fight for ya?

- Bobby, Lacey,
come on, let's go.

- What's it take to
get ya to fight, huh?

Some kinda girl?

- Kick his ass, Ryan.

- You need a note
from your mama?

(grunting)

(thudding)

(whacking)

(groaning)

- You're not that
stupid, are you?

Are you?

Let's go.

- [Man In Brown
Jacket] You okay?

- [Walt] Go on.

Leave me alone.

(engine humming)

(suspenseful string music)

- Lacey, I hope that we didn't
get you into any trouble.

- I've been waitin' a long time

for someone to do that to Walt.

(slow, gentle guitar music)

Is Walt really your brother?

- (laughs) God, no.

Luddiggers took us in when my
folks got killed, that's all.

Me and my brother, Elmore.

- That must've been awful,
losin' your parents.

- It was.

- Why did the
Luddiggers take you?

- My folks used to work for 'em.

We didn't have any other kin.

- Yeah, I guess it was lucky
you had someone, right?

- I thought so too at the time.

Turns out, we're
nothin' but free labor.

- Nah, come on, they
can't be all bad.

- No?

Mom's crazy and Pop's
drunk all the time.

And Walt.

- [Ryan] Yeah, yeah
I know about Walt.

- No you don't, either.

You don't know the half.

He...

- He what?

What?

- Skip it.

- No, come on, tell me Lacey.

He what?

- He snuck in my room one time,

and he tried to make me...

- [Ryan] Jesus.

You tell his parents?

- Ryan, you don't know
what these people are like.

Walt's their golden boy.

- But that...

- I'm tellin' you,
they don't care.

I think Mom's some
kinda pervert herself.

You should see the way
she looks at me sometimes.

- Lacey,

you've gotta get out of here.

- I've thought about
it lots of times.

I've thought about
just runnin' away.

But I can't leave Elmore.

- [Ryan] How old is he?

- He's 19.

- Then he can take
care of himself.

Come to California with us.

I'm serious.

- Oh god.

I can't.

- Lacey, I'm not just
gonna leave you here.

Just do it, take a chance.

- You really mean it?

- Yeah, I really mean it.

We'll get outta
here now, tonight.

- I'd have to pack some things.

- Okay, come on.

- Ryan I'm scared.

- Hey.

It's gonna be all right.

- Well, look what
the cat drug in.

Come here, you.

Ya see, see what your
friends did to my boy.

- He asked for it.

He started it!

- Don't you never
take a stranger's part

against your own people!

- You're not my people.

- Bah ahh!

- Mom, don't.

- You shut up,
you little weasel.

You and her are two of
a kind, damn ingrates.

Neither one of ya's worth a bit.

Go on, get outta my sight!

(groaning)

Ain't ya gonna eat nothin', son?

- Nah, I can't, mama.

Gotta get to town before
traffic from that dance hits.

Save me some, okay?

- Okay, honey.

Be careful.

- [Walt] I will.

(suspenseful music)

(car door banging)

(engine igniting)

- Oof, that was close.
(exhaling deeply)

- Come on, Lacey.

- [Pop] Where'd ya get that lip?

- [Mom] It's like I was sayin',

ya try to do somethin' nice.

Us takin' those kids
in, that's what we get.

- [Pop] Nothin' but trouble.

Just a bunch of (speech
drowned out by paper ripping).

They oughta be grateful
for what we've done.

Now just look at 'em.

- [Mom] I'm tellin'
ya one thing,

there's gonna be some changes
made around this place.

- [Pop] Well I'm
with you, honey poo.

(speech drowned out
by window scraping)

- [Mom] I ain't gonna
put up with that stuff.

(suspenseful music)

(thudding)

- Come on.

How do we get outta here?

- Back the way we came.

- Through Luddigger.

- It's the only way out.

- This just gets
better and better.

(engine humming)

- [Man] Can't you get this
car outta the way up there.

(horns honking)

I gotta get home.

Move it, cars.

- You, on.

- What is going on?

- It's Walt!

- Aww man.
- Okay, hang on.

(tires squealing)

- Hey, stop!

Hold it, now!

Lacey!

(laughing)

- Lay off the jacket,
it was a gift.

- I'm sorry, Ryan, I really am.

- From who?

- It was sentimental, you know.

- It was from me,
it used to be green.

(laughing)

Hey, you guys hear that?

- What was it?

(siren blaring)

Come on Ryan, stand on it, man.

(suspenseful music)

(tires squealing)

- Damn it Walt, you
want me to drive?

- You wanna catch 'em
before they get across

the county line, don't you?

- We ain't gonna catch nobody
if you end up in a ditch.

- Come on, man.

Ryan, look out!

(screaming)

(radio chattering)

- Out of the car, now!

- [Ryan] All right,
all right, man.

- Hold it right there.

Get outta the car, put
your hands right there.

Spread 'em.

- [Walt] Lacey, stay in the car.

- Look, I don't know
what's goin' on,

but we didn't do anything, man.

- Spread 'em.

- I'm chargin' you boys
with reckless drivin'

and resistin' arrest.

- Sam, no!

The charge is kidnappin'.

Lacey there doesn't turn
18 for another month.

- Come on, man.

You gotta be kiddin',
she wanted to go.

- Yeah?

Well that ain't the way
she's gonna say it in court.

- Walt?

I want you to drive
Lacey back in this car.

I'll meet ya at the station.

Now.

(door slamming)

- What are you gonna do to them?

- Shut up.

What's this?

Runnin' off, huh?

Mom oughta get a real
big kick outta that.

Mm mm mm, Jesus.

(laughing)

Damn, Lacey.

You know what?

Looks like I finally got
you right where I want you.

- Don't you dare.

- Don't you give
me none of that.

- Stop!

- You don't want
nothin' to happen

to that little boyfriend
of yours, now do ya?

(crying)

- Oh god, please!

- [Sam] What's
goin' on here, Walt?

- Just a family
dispute, that's all.

(door slamming)

We'll finish this later.

You just count on it.

(banging)

(glass shattering)

(laughing)

- Let me see you
get outta here now.

(humming)

- Clean this mess up,

now!

(door banging shut)

You will have a part of it.

This is family business.

It was your damn sister
who started all of this,

with her flirtin' and carryin'
on like a common whore.

- My sister is not a whore.

- Of course she's not, Elmore.

It's the Luddiggers
that keep this town

a fit place to bring
up a young girl.

Then along come these outsiders.

It's them that made
Lacey act like that.

Now, we mean to discourage them.

You stand with us, or
I can't be responsible

for what happens to that
precious sister of yours.

- Man, I don't believe this.

I really don't believe this.

We don't get a phone call.

We got nothin' to eat.

We got nothin', man.

This is what we got,
we got a tin cup.

My old man, once he says to me,

"Jails is like country clubs."

Yeah, right.

(tin can clattering)

Hey.

Hey, is anybody out there?

Hey!

- Drop it, Bobby, I
know we got problems.

- Well no kiddin', Ryan.

Ryan, nobody even
knows where we are.

We don't know where we are.

(buzzing)

- It's you boys lucky day.

We're gonna turn you loose.

- [Bobby] Man, he
tweaked my harmonica.

- You all right?
(harmonica music)

- Woah, woah, woah,
woah, woah, woah.

- What, man?

We came in this way.

- Your car's out here.

- Huh, door to door service.

- Right.

- Thanks a lot.

- Okay, where's the truck?

- [Bobby] I don't know.

(tires squealing)

- [Ryan] Man, that's him.
- [Bobby] Oh shit.

- Stop, or I'll
blow your head off!

Turn around, turn around.

(ominous music)

Okay, go in the truck.

Move it.

Go on.

You're gonna get in
the back of the truck

and lay face down.

Get in.

Okay, go!
(tapping)

(tires squealing)

(suspenseful string music)

Okay, come on, get
outta the truck.

- [Mom] Bring 'em up front.

- [Walt] Move outta
the truck now.

Come on, this ain't no party.

- [Mom] Move, now.

- [Walt] Move it.

- Get your butt up here.

Get outta the way.

Get over here.

- Don't move.

(laughing)

- He don't look
like much, does he?

- No he dudn't, not now.

(suspenseful string music)

- You think we just a buncha
dumb hicks, don't you boy?

Hm?

We ain't dumb.

We got ourselves a nice town
here, built it ourselves.

And we don't want no
city boys comin' in here

abusin' our young girls.

- Okay, you made your point.

- Shut up!

I'm talkin' to you.

Got yourself a mom somewhere?

Bet she's real proud of
you, and this earring.

(yelling)

(grunting)
(whacking)

- [Bobby] Ryan!

- Move and I'll have to
shoot you, I swear I will.

(groaning)

- Bring me that sledge
hammer out of the truck.

Walt tells me you're some
kinda Jiu Jitsu expert.

When I get through with you,

you won't even be
able to feed yourself.

Prop him up.

Hold him steady.

(grunting)

(thudding)

- Ryan!

(gun firing)

- [Ryan] Bobby!

(suspenseful string music)

- I thought he came this way.

- Shh.

- Why don't we
look over this way?

- Wait a minute, what
are we roamin' around

in the dark for?

We'll just wait 'til it
gets light and come back.

- What if we don't
find him then?

- He's smack in the
middle of the county.

Even if he knew
where he was goin',

it'd take him a
week to walk out.

We'll find him, don't ya worry.

I'll get him, I'll get him.

- I'm just gonna sit
here for a minute.

(mumbling)

Bobby, man.

(crying)

Bobby!

(somber music)

(engine humming)

- Why didn't you just call me?

You moved the bodies, you
trample all over the evidence.

- Sam, we was shook up.

We wasn't thinkin' straight.

- And you think
these kids did it?

- The kid's body was right
there next to Elmore's.

- How'd you find out all this?

- When Elmore didn't
come home last night,

we went lookin' for him.

We found his car
with a flat tire.

Then we seen the boys'
truck stuck in the mud.

Elmore musta been walkin' along,

and they picked him up.

- And they just
decided to kill him?

Why would they do
a thing like that?

- Probably all doped
up, that's what I think.

- Not that simple.

For one thing, where did
these kids get a gun?

Another thing, when you brought
the truck in last night,

didn't you check it out?

- Coulda been hid
behind the seat.

I didn't look there.

- You listen to me.

I'm tired of all
these damn questions.

Elmore was like a son to me.

Now I mean to find his killer,

with or without your help.

- Take it easy.

Now let me tell you somethin'.

I'll organize a search party,
and we'll find this kid,

'cause I'd like
some answers too.

(water trickling)

(suspenseful string music)

(grunting)

(branches snapping)

- Come on.

Yeah.

All right.

Stop!

(horn blaring)

(birds chirping)

Is there a phone here?

- If it had teeth, it'd bite ya.

(coin clanking)

- Operator?

I'd like to make a collect call,

to New Jersey.

Area code is 201-555-5247.

Ryan Cassidy.

I'm calling from 555,

6122.

Hurry.

(banging)

Hello?

(clacking)

Hello?

No way.

I just tried to make
a long distance call,

and the phone went dead.

- Long distance, huh?

You probably talked to
Annie, she's the operator.

She'll get your party on
the line and call ya back.

Just come on in and set a spell.

- Thanks.

- Nasty things, ain't they?

All slimy.

That's why I hate 'em,
won't even touch 'em.

Customers gotta
get 'em themselves.

Heard a couple a kids killed
a local boy last night.

- Really?

- Yep.

Terrible thing.

Took him up along
Sullivan's Creek,

stove his head in with a rock.

- What, how long's
it usually take

to make a long
distance connection?

- Don't know, never
made one myself.

Reckon young Elmore
put up quite a fight.

Heard he killed one
of 'em with a rifle.

Else they killed Elmore,

and then one of them
killed the other.

No tellin', really.

Bunch of us was supposed
to go huntin' for this kid.

I gotta mind the store.

- Where do you
suppose they'll look?

- Ever get around to
introducin' myself?

(clicking)

Luddigger, Billy Luddigger.

Now why don't you
sit down and relax.

(crashing)
(groaning)

You slimy things,
get 'em off, you.

Gah, ahh!

(sirens blaring)

(engine humming)

He got my damn jeep!

Go get him!

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

(crashing)

(grunting)

- Damn it!

(pounding) Damn.

- That dumb son of a bitch.

He's headed right
up Wolf Mountain.

- That's Jefferson territory.

- Yeah, yeah.

Might not even have to
fool with him at all.

(jeep squeaking)

(hissing)

(gun clicking)

(scraping)

(eerie music)

(whacking)

(grunting)

- What are you doin'
on my mountain?

(groaning)

(thudding)

All right, let's
take it from the top.

What are you doin'
on my mountain?

- Runnin'.
- [Jefferson] From what?

- The Luddiggers.

- What quarrel you got
with the Luddiggers?

- They say I kidnapped
their daughter.

I didn't.

They killed my friend.

Hey, where you goin'?

- I'm goin' that way.

You, you goin' that way.

- What's that way?

- Away from me.

You got troubles
with the Luddiggers.

They gonna find you,
and when they do,

I don't want you
nowhere near me.

- Did you hear what
I just told you?

They killed my friend.

- You fight your own wars, kid.

(somber wind instrument music)

- [Mom] And Sheriff
Frost just seems to be

draggin' his feet, so
that's the way things stand.

You boys is here 'cause we know

we can count on you
to do things our way.

- What about the Sheriff?

- You know,

the problem with Sam Frost is,

he just takes hisself
too deadburn serious.

- Yeah, we should have no
problem gettin' around Frost,

what with you being
Deputy and all.

- Frost ain't
stupid, Uncle Billy.

- Yeah but, what if he gets
to the kid 'fore we do?

- Well the way I see it,

we just make sure
that don't happen.

Sheriff ain't gonna get no
story outta no dead man.

(laughing)

- I want ya to spread the word

among the folks
that we can trust,

that the Luddiggers is gonna
make it worthwhile to help.

This kid is a dangerous killer.

(laughs) Be a lotta
folks wanna join us.

Be an adventure for 'em.

And remember, as far as
Sheriff Frost is concerned,

we ain't goin' up against him.

We just go around him.

(laughing)

Honey, did you
wanna piece of this?

(somber string music)

Lacey, honey.

Brought ya a dessert.

- [Lacey] Leave me alone.

- It's your favorite.

Oh come on honey, I
know you're mad at me,

and I don't blame ya.

I admit, I was wrong.

Ohh,

you got the most beautiful hair.

You're a beautiful girl.

I can understand why that
Cassidy boy fell for you.

You know, it really wasn't
mine to blame for Elmore,

it was that other one, and
he already paid for it.

- Then you'll let Ryan go?

- I believe we could do that.

- If what?

- Just be willing to
testify that you was there

the night Elmore got killed.

Just say that...

- Ryan and Bobby didn't
kill him, did they?

- What are you talking about?

- You killed Elmore.

I don't know how, but you did.

I hope they hang you all.

- You know what you just done?

You just signed your
boyfriend's death warrant.

(dogs barking)

(men chattering simultaneously)

- All right, all
right, listen up.

We're goin' into two groups.

Walt'll take his group
up along the creek,

and I'll take my men
up along the falls

and we'll try to hem him in.

Now we got some clothes
from the Cassidy kid's car

for the Baker's hounds
to get the scent of.

That's another thing, Baker
and his dogs will be out front,

so I don't want anybody
to get trigger happy.

- Yeah boys, you can shoot
that Baker but for god's sakes,

don't shoot his dogs.

(laughing)

- All right.

We got reason to believe
this kid is armed.

I don't want any heroics.

But I also don't want him
shot on sight, either.

All right, let's move.

(suspenseful music)

(dogs barking)

- Ahh. (grumbling)

Somethin's got
'em confused, Pop.

- Well, hold still a minute.

- What do you think, Pa?

- Looks like the kid was
tryin' to build a fire.

There's been a
raucous around here.

- Yeah, what do you
figure happened?

- Maybe the kid
run into Jefferson.

- Yeah, could be.

- Yeah, come on, let's
get 'em outta here.

About a hundred yards.

Go north, maybe we
can pick him up there.

Come on, let's go.

(suspenseful music)

- Dogs' got somethin'.

Let's go.

- [Man] Up there, there!

(all speaking simultaneously)

(heavy breathing)

(dogs barking)

(grunting)

(gun firing)

(banging)
(thudding)

Yeah, yeah, yeah,
yeah. (mumbling)

That's it, boy.

(dogs barking)

(all shouting simultaneously)

(gun firing)

(dog whining)

(guns firing)

- God damn it.

(bullets ricocheting)

- Bet there ain't even a
cockroach alive in there.

(suspenseful music)

God damn it!

Gone!

(rocks clattering)

(guns firing)

(thudding)

(all shouting simultaneously)

(screaming)

(grunting)

- [Man] (mumbling) Ya see him?

- Hell fire, the time we
go all the way around,

that light'll be gone.

- Let's head back,
herd up again tomorrow,

first light.

- Okay boys, let's pick
it up again tomorrow.

- I don't mind tellin'
you I don't like this.

I don't like this at all.

(crowd grumbling)

(water splashing)

- I don't like folk
creepin' around my hooch.

Come on down.

Now.

- How'd you know I was up there?

You never even turned around.

- Shoot.

I could hear your teeth
chattering a mile away.

What do you want?

- I'm hungry.

- You know, you're gettin' to
be a pain in the butt, kid.

Well,

gonna eat with me,

you get yourself cleaned up.

- Ryan Cassidy.

- I'm Jefferson.

- What made ya change your mind?

- Let's get somethin'
straight, kid.

I ain't changed nothin'.

I'm just feedin'
you, that's all.

- You know, it's funny.

You don't seem like
the type of guy

that'd be scared of anybody.

Maybe you like livin' up here
all by yourself in the woods,

or, maybe the Luddiggers
got somethin' on you.

None of my business.

They sure do get their
way though, don't they?

Down there, I mean.

I guess they don't
bother you much up here.

- You wanna know about
me and Luddiggers,

I'll tell you.

(fork clattering)

My mom and daddy worked
Luddigger land their whole life.

They owned everything,
we had nothin'.

My folks was older than them,

but my daddy was boy
to them same as me.

I remember I was your
age, outta high school.

I was tired of it, so
I got the hell out,

joined the Marines,
went to Vietnam.

I haven't even tried,

tell ya what it was
like over there.

I seen and done shit you
wouldn't even believe.

Come back home,

a god damn war hero.

Silver star, a bronze,
two purple hearts.

First day back, I run into
Luddiggers on Main Street.

You know what they said?

Welcome home, we
real proud of you,

boy.

I don't need that shit, Cassidy.

I don't need it from them,
I don't need it from nobody.

- Maybe you shoulda
told 'em that.

- You think I was
scared to tell 'em?

Hell, I just spent 20
months killin' people.

I wasn't scared of nobody.

Nobody.

It's just...

I'd seen the world.

And then I come home,
and nothin's changed.

I mean, the Luddiggers
are still runnin'

their little county
like they always did.

I'm sick of it.

- What, so you came up here?

- [Jefferson] Yeah, and I
like it, I like it just fine.

- Yeah, sure you do.

- Hey, don't get in
no stuff with me.

- The Luddiggers are still
running the county, Jefferson.

They're gonna keep doing
any damn thing they want

until somebody
stands up to them.

- Yeah well, it's
not my problem.

- I think it is your problem.

- [Jefferson] Shut up.

- And that's why your
so angry, isn't it?

- I said shut up.

- 'Cause you know you
shoulda spit in their face

when you had the chance,
and you never did.

You never did.

(somber guitar music)

- Still ain't eatin' huh?

Pining away for your city boy?

This time tomorrow,
he'll be dead. (laughing)

(door banging)
(lock clicking)

(suspenseful music)

- Let's do it.

Evenin', Jefferson.

- What do you want?

- A neighborly visit.

- Three men carryin' rifles
don't look neighborly to me.

- Sorry.

Well, this is a real nice
place you got here, Jefferson...

- I ain't sure what you want.

- We uh, got this
kid runnin' around

up here on Wolf Mountain.

He killed Elmore.

We figured maybe you'd
help us find him.

- What do you need my help for?

- You know the country.

Look, all's you
gotta do is just uh,

catch hold of 'em and we'll
take care of the rest of it.

- Rest of what?

- Why don't ya just leave
that up to us, Jefferson,

seein's how it is none of
your god damn business.

I'm talkin' to you, boy.

Ain't ya hearin' me?

- I hear just fine.

- Ooh, that's good
Jefferson, that's real good.

Now I told you want we wanted,
and you are gonna help us,

or hell, we're just gonna
have to run your ass

right off this mountain, huh?

(laughing)

Hell, we're just gonna run
ya right outta the county.

- Ya hear that, Cassidy?

This redneck fool wants
me to help him find you.

(gun clicking)

- Oh I heard.

- What the hell's
goin' on, Jefferson?

- I tell you what it is, you
come into my home with rifles,

tellin' me what I gotta do
or you gonna run me off.

That's what you said, ain't it?

Well ain't it?

- It was just a manner
of speakin', yeah.

- Well let me tell
you how it is.

I don't like threats,

and god help anybody
that come up here

tryin' to run me
off this mountain.

That's gonna mean war.

I'm talkin' widespread
death and destruction,

you hear me redneck, hear me?

- I hear you, I hear you.

- Good, good.

Now you and your
girlfriends run your butts

on back down off
my mountain, now.

Now!

- [Ryan] What's next?

- [Jefferson] (laughing) Hey.

Don't worry about it.

- What you got down there?

- You know, when
I moved up here,

I promised myself I
wouldn't never gonna let

nobody move me out.

- Where'd you get
all this stuff?

- I wrote to some
buddies in Nam,

had 'em send me this
stuff piece by piece.

- [Ryan] What are these?

- Claymore mines.

I promised 'em a war, Cassidy,

and I always keep my promises.

(fire crackling)

(men chattering)

- George?

- Huh?

- I want you and Alger
to cover the road

between here and Sutter's Fork.

The Swaringer brothers
are coverin' the road

up the other way.

- I reckon we just
uh, supposed to what,

shoot 'em on sight?

- Well damn right.

Jefferson and that kid's
armed and dangerous.

Now get goin'.

(engine humming)

(laughing)

We got 'em sealed in tight
as a drum, honey poo.

- Evenin', Sam.

- What the hell
is goin' on here?

- Ain't you heard, Sheriff?

That Jefferson's throwed
in with the Cassidy kid.

- No, I ain't heard.

In fact, there's
been a lotta things

goin' on around here
lately I ain't heard.

- Now what's that supposed to...

- The situation's
pretty damn simple.

That kid up there killed
Elmore in cold blood.

- You don't know
that for a fact.

- Elmore's dead and
the kid's on the run.

Them's all the facts I need.

First thing in the mornin',

we're goin' up
there and get him.

Now, are you with us,

or not?

- Seems to me like you got
the kid convicted already.

You don't need no help from me.

- All right, then.

You go on back home,

and start writin' your
letter of resignation.

We'll take care of
this thing our own way.

- Yeah, go on, get.

(soft string music)

(laughing)

(splashing)

(suspenseful music)

- Maybe we should
save the rifles?

- Ah, those little pop
guns aren't worth carryin'.

Let's get to hoppin'.

(exploding)

(flames crackling)

No point in lookin' back now.

(crashing)

(scraping)

Hand me that one.

Ahh, yeah.

(grunting)

All right.

Here.

Give me a hand covering this up.

- Huh.

Now why'd Jefferson do that?

He's up to somethin', honey poo.

- All right.

Let's keep movin'.

(somber string music)

(radio chattering
in the background)

- [Jefferson] This
is Jefferson Carter.

I'm on Wolf Mountain
in Trapper County,

located 13 kilometers
south of Luddigger.

If you read this, you're
in the neighborhood,

come in please.

(radio clicking)

- Dolly?

- I heard about what happened

between you and the Luddiggers.

There's nothin' holdin'
you here now, Sam.

I'm leavin',

and I'm askin' you straight out,

are you comin' with me?

- Come in please.

Battery's about gone.

I uh,

I found this down
by Sullivan's Creek.

I thought you might want it.

(suspenseful music)

Measure the distance, aim,
and let it go right here,

right there.

(engines humming)

(gun clicking)

This is for close work.

Hey, both hands, get 'em up.

Yeah, set the
target on the sites.

- Human target, Jefferson.

- They killed your
friend, Cassidy,

they're gonna try and kill you.

- That's not gonna happen.

(men chattering in the distance)

(dogs barking)

- Damn.

- I think we got 'em.

Dogs are actin' like
they're up there.

- We oughta storm up the
damn hill and get 'em.

- We could do that.

But it looks like that's
just what they want,

and I ain't up here to give
murderers what they want,

not by a long shot.

We play by my rules.

- What are they waiting for?

Damn it, if they're gonna
come, why don't they come?

- They know we're here, they
just don't know where exactly.

- Cassidy, I know
you can hear me.

We got somebody here
who wants to see you.

- Come on.

(smacking)
(grunting)

- Oh man.

Jefferson, they got Lacey.

- We don't want no
more troubles, son,

and you don't want nothin'
to happen to little Lacey.

Jefferson.

- Whatta we do?

- Got that boy?

We got no quarrel with you.

Come on down,
nobody'll get hurt.

- See you around little sister.

(gun firing)
(screaming)

- What's wrong with you, man?

- Don't you trust my
marksmanship, Cassidy?

- If that's the way you want it,

that's the way it's gonna be.

Pop.

- What is it, honey poo?

- Do it like I said.

(grunting)

- No!

(gun firing)
(screaming)

- I gotta go down
there, Jefferson.

- Hey, come on!

He'll cut ya to pieces
before he gets five steps

down that hill.

- How about it, Cassidy?

Do you wanna see Lacey's brains?

- I gotta do somethin'.

(grunting)

- Gotta keep your head.

- Noo!

Pop, no!

(gun firing)

(crying)

- Hold it right there, Pop.

Put the gun down.

Rest of ya, party's over.

Go on home, now.

- This ain't none of
your affair, Sheriff.

Damn it, Pop, shoot.

- Help me!

- Put it down, Pop, or I'll
blow your ass to kingdom come.

- [Mom] Damn it, Pop, shoot.

(gun firing)

(groaning)
(thudding)

- Pa!

(crying)

(guns firing)

- Bastard.

Let's kill that son of a bitch!

(exploding)

- The hell with this.

(gun clicking)

(dramatic music)

(booming)

(bullet ricocheting)

(engine humming)

- Now!

(exploding)

(groaning)

(gun firing)

(shouting simultaneously)

They're Claymores.

Welcome to the party.

(crashing)

Let's go.

- You all right?

- Whatcha gonna do, boy?

- Son!

- They say you killed Elmore.

- What?

That crazy lady,
she killed 'em both.

Come on.

(gun clicking)

- [Lacey] Look out!

(gun firing)

- My baby!

Walt!

- All right boys, it's over.

Drop 'em, come on.

- You done the Luddiggers
dirt, Sam Frost.

You and this little shit!

(ominous string music)

(screaming)
(gun firing)

(gun clicking)

(thudding)

(crying)

(ominous music)

(somber string music)

- [Ryan] So Sheriff,
what happens now?

- [Sam] Well, first of all,
I'm gonna clean up this mess.

Then I've got someone special

waiting for me in Capital City.

- [Ryan] Jefferson,
how's your arm?

- [Jefferson] Oh, I'm okay.

It's fine.

- [Ryan] What are
you gonna do now?

- [Jefferson] Well, can't
go home, that's for sure.

- [Lacey] Ever
been to California?