Blood for Blood (1971) - full transcript
A uniformly excellent, no-no-nonsense, straightforward yakuza sage. This also has one of underrated and comparatively-unknown-in-the-west composer Kaburagi's most exciting and memorable scores, a testament to just how much can add to a story's already intoxicating momentum and suspense.
[cricket sounds]
[MUSIC - "SUNDAY IN THE
COUNTRY"]
RADIO ANNOUNCER: Well,
folks, looks like we've
got some action in Peel County.
Police are on the lookout
for a dark green 1967
Buick believed to be
carrying the three men who
robbed the city bank yesterday.
This report follows an
announcement of a second death
and a robbery.
The 22-year-old
teller, Richard Martin,
in critical condition
since the shooting
died early this morning.
He leaves his 19-year-old
wife and 3-month-old baby.
Lucy!
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
This is the voice
of the Tri-Counties
bringing you music, news,
and weather all day, every day.
[music on the radio playing]
Lucy!
Lucy!
Shew!
Lucy!
I'm out here, Gramps.
Did you forget church?
I haven't finished
making the stew, yet.
Come on girl, get dressed!
We'll be late.
Mm, I don't suppose
you'd care to go
without me, just this once?
As long as your back
living in my house,
you won't miss church.
Now scoot!
Luke, how's that cow doin' now?
She'll be all right yet.
ADAM: How was town last night?
About the same as always.
A little church-going
might help reduce
the swelling of your head some.
It certainly cleanses
the soul a lot.
It's kind of you to offer.
ADAM: I'll see ya later.
[dog barking]
That's a boy, stay.
Stay.
[honk]
[honking]
Haven't ya got a dress on a
little longer for church-going?
LUCY: No.
I'll drive, Gramps.
No you won't.
Get in.
Please, Gramps?
No, I said.
Get in.
[turns radio on]
The least you could
do is turn it down some!
[music playing]
Hey, there's Timmy and Jenn.
Hey, Timmy, Jenn!
[honking]
- Hi, Lucy.
Hi!
LUCY: Hi!
TIMMY: Oh, hey, Lucy.
How ya doing?
Fine time to be getting home.
How do you know that, Gramps?
He needed a shave.
[chuckling]
LUCY: Well, they're
getting married this fall.
Hi, need any help?
Oh, no thanks.
It's all fixed.
Good.
What ya got here?
What are-- what are ya doing?
Give me the keys.
What?
Give me the keys.
You must be crazy.
C'mon, c'mon.
Give me the keys.
[laughing]
JENNIFER: Timmy!
[gunshot]
[screams]
You silly bastard.
What did you do that for?
You nut!
He come at me.
Stay with the car.
I'll take care of the girl.
[screams]
[screams]
[church hymns]
[siren]
There was a knock
on my window--
WOMAN: No, they
killed two tellers.
PREACHER: I'm sure
they'll be all right.
Bye, now.
Bye, Clare.
Ha, ha.
Lucy, nice to see you back.
Privilege of the clergy.
- Ha, ha.
- How's school?
Just fine.
Just fine.
- Hm, hm.
Good, good.
Bet you're glad to have
her back, eh, Adam?
Saves you cooking
and doing the dishes.
Ha, ha.
Bye, now.
Bye, bye, Reverend.
Eddie, good to have you back.
WOMAN: Nice service, Reverend.
Thank you, Reverend.
MAN: What worries me is, what
will we do if they show up?
MRS. DENNISON: Lucy,
do you like college?
Meet any nice boys?
LUCY: Hello, Mrs. Dennison.
MRS. DENNISON: Love your
hair like that, Lucy.
LUCY: Thank you.
MAN: I just hope they
stop by my place.
I got a couple of barrels--
MAN: What do ya think
about those killers, Adam?
What about 'em?
If anybody in this county
can strap 'em up, I'd say
Tom would do it, wouldn't you?
Lucy, Adam.
Hello there, Burt.
Bag of wheat.
Adam!
I, uh, been meaning to
drop over and talk to ya.
We can't sit back
and let them city
folks legislate against us.
That don't do nobody any good.
Farmers got to stick together,
make themselves heard.
Uh, you remember, Lucy?
Why, Lucy.
My you're looking fine.
LUCY: Thanks, Mr. Conway.
I was just telling
your grandfather
here that he's got
to start coming
to Grange meetings again.
Ah, it ain't no use.
Why, there's no place for the
small farmer anymore, Burt.
That's why we got to
stand together, Adam.
ADAM: Well?
That's why we got to
keep the Grange going.
You and I know, Burt, that
all that Grange amounts to
is a bunch of dang fools that
don't know when they're licked.
The government's got 'em beat.
Lucy, will you please talk
some sense into this old bear
and make sure he comes
to the next meeting?
LUCY: I'll try Mr. Conway.
Bye, bye.
Bye.
[siren]
[brakes squealing]
[police radio chatter]
That's the car,
all right, Tom.
OFFICER (ON RADIO):
Thanks, Harvey.
Harvey?
DISPATCHER (ON
RADIO): Central, here.
Suspect car on Highway
35, about two miles east
of Locust Hill.
Alert highway patrol.
I'm going on a 10-7.
You read me?
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): I read.
Hello, hello, this is Harvey
at base, come in please.
OFFICER (ON RADIO): Yes, Harvey.
Over.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO):
Lou Forrester called in.
He wants to know if you
can cover the Link cutoff.
OFFICER (ON RADIO):
Why can't he do it?
I'm hoping to patrol the
town in case he got back.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): OK.
Well, they must have--
Christ!
Glasses!
ACKERMAN: Here
DINELLI: God damn road block.
ACKERMAN: There's a
dirt road back there.
[tires squealing]
Hold it.
Cut the motor.
[sigh]
DINELLI: Well, I guess
they didn't see us.
You big timers
sure spook easy.
You know what I would
have done, Dinelli?
ACKERMAN: Nobody gives a shit
what you would have done.
You've done enough already!
DINELLI: Hey, hey, hey!
Knock it off.
Ooh, ha, ha, ha.
Is that a road up there?
DINELLI: It looks
like it used to be.
ACKERMAN: Turn in and
go as far as you can.
Maybe It'll come out somewhere
beyond that road block.
[laughing]
[clunking]
[laughing]
DINELLI: What the hell is that?
ACKERMAN: Well,
what do you think?
[sigh]
Ah, we can't get across that.
Awe, Christ!
Now what?
Take the stuff out of the
car, I'll dump it in the trees.
ACKERMAN: Yeah, OK.
DINELLI: We'll have
to walk from here.
Uh, what the hell
are you doing, Dinelli?
Shut up.
You crazy or something?
Hey, Dinelli, hey what
the hell are You doing?
DINELLI: We're doing it my way.
We need wheels.
How we gonna get
back to the city?
Wheels, wheels.
Who needs wheels?
We gotta get past
that road block.
LEROY: Stupid bastard!
Hey give me a hand.
Come on.
Shit.
TOM: Poor kids.
What did they want
to do that for?
Killers.
That simple.
I'll call Pembroke.
- We'll get into town.
- Right.
OK, come on, you drive.
I want to call in.
Car 47 reporting.
Come in, dispatcher.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO):
Come in, car 47.
We have here a double homicide
on Highway 35, Tri-County area.
Two locals killed.
[sirens]
LUCY: Everybody's talking
about that bank robbery.
ADAM: If you could listen to
something decent on that radio,
we'd a heard it before
we got to church.
LUCY: Police say they
may be heading this way.
ADAM: Oh.
LUCY: They killed
two bank tellers.
I got to pick up a couple of
bags of that new fertilizer.
JOHN: Oh, good morning, Adam.
- Good morning, John.
EDDIE: That's fixed
it, Mr Edwards.
Thanks, Eddie.
I'll stop by tomorrow
and check it again.
Good morning, Mr. Smith.
ADAM: Hi.
Well, John, how's the back?
Oh, same as ever.
Bob said you were
stopping by today.
EDDIE: Hey, Lucy!
Hey, Eddie!
Hey, when did ya get back?
Day before yesterday.
But-- here, let me
put this in the car.
OK.
- How did it go?
- OK.
Two A's, two B's, and a C. You?
EDDIE: Nowhere, I
failed French and Math.
My old man freaked out when he
heard and got me a kind of job.
You work on Sunday's too?
Or do you just like
traveling around showing off
your swell Batman utility belt?
No, I just work emergencies
every other weekend.
Mm.
You look really nice, Lucy.
Thanks.
So do you.
I missed ya.
But ya never
bothered to write.
EDDIE: You know me.
I don't like to start
anything I can't finish.
There's such a thing as write
now and play later, you know.
I'll write ya the next time.
OK?
Yeah, OK.
TOM: Morning, Adam.
Morning, Tom.
See Lucy's back.
Yeah, uh, day
before yesterday.
We found Timmy Peterson on
the county highway, shot dead.
Jenny Logan, too.
Oh, we-- we, uh--
well, we passed them on the
way to church this morning.
He-- he was changing a tire.
Hm.
Yeah.
He had the baldest set
of tires I ever saw.
We found that boy less than
six miles from your place.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): --
Suspect car heading
south on 6th.
TOM: Maybe the killers
drove off and we'll catch
'em at one of the road blocks.
Maybe they're wandering
around in the bush.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO):
Come in, Hiram.
But you keep your eyes
open, will you, Adam?
Call in if you see something.
[police radio chatter]
[sniff]
ADAM: Lucy!
LUCY: I'll be there
in a minute, Gramps.
When can I see ya?
Anytime.
Listen, I gotta go.
Hey.
Don't forget to call.
Poor, Eddie,
working all summer--
all year, if he doesn't get
better grades next summer.
Well, it won't hurt him, none.
I hear he's a little
shiftless as it is.
Oh, Gramps, he's
not shiftless.
ADAM: I was doing a man's
work at the age of 13.
LUCY: But Eddie
doesn't have to work.
ADAM: Aha!
But hard work is a virtue.
LUCY: Well, education
is a virtue, too.
ADAM: Ah!
LEROY: Where the hell,
are we going, Dinelli?
Save your breath
and keep walking.
We'd have been
better off in the city.
There's millions of places
to hide in this city.
We haven't any choice anymore.
This whole area is
probably blocked off.
We're in this mess because
you had to be a big man
and knock off those two tellers.
Yeah?
Somebody had to
fucking waste them.
You didn't have
the balls for it.
Oh, it would give me a real
pleasure to lose you out here,
so don't push too hard.
Get off my back, Ackerman.
You know how long it's
gonna take to find
them bodies out there, huh?
[smack]
Watch him!
Ugh!
Next time I'll kill
you, you little punk.
Fuck off, Ackerman.
DINELLI: Now, no more trouble.
LEROY: Bastard.
Here, let's go.
Sooner or later
we'll hit a farm.
Hey.
What did I tell you?
Let's go.
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Here's a news bulletin.
It's been confirmed that
the three bank robbers
are in the Tri-County area.
Oh!
What's wrong, Gramps?
Wrong?
Nothing's wrong.
Why?
Well, I don't know.
Ever since I came
home you've been--
well, sort of, grouchy.
Well, I'm fine.
Well, then why haven't you
been going to the Grange?
You never used to
miss a Grange meeting
any more than you do church.
Ah, there ain't no sense
in going to the Grange.
The land just
don't pay any more.
It's all any of us
can do to just get by.
All the farmer's troubles end
up around some local politician
who's afraid to make any demands
on any higher politician who's
also afraid to step on
somebody else's toes
for fear they won't
get re-elected!
Ha!
And so we suffer.
I tell ya, this country's
going to damnation.
Nothing else but,
going to damnation.
[truck approaching]
There's a truck!
Give me the glasses.
[sigh]
It's a guy and a girl.
She's going in the house.
ACKERMAN: Let's see.
The guy is just going in.
[sigh]
I gotta cut the phone wire.
Hey, there's a pole over there.
Where?
Over there.
Stay behind the hill
so they can't see you.
Well, why the hell I
always get the shit job?
Do it!
Here.
If that crazy bastard
fouls up this job,
I'll blow his brains out.
All he has to do
is cut the wire.
Hungry?
ADAM: Yeah.
I'll be about ten minutes.
Right.
[grunt]
What's this?
Cooking with a book?
You make it sound
like it's a crime.
Well, it is a crime.
You're not doing for yourself.
You're taking the easy way.
Awe, come on.
Grandma used to swap recipes
with everyone in town.
Yeah, that's
cause they were made
up by your grandma, that's why.
Not copied out of no book.
Well, what difference
does it make?
It's just easier having
all the recipes in a book
than on scraps of paper.
Yeah.
That's what's wrong
with this world today,
everybody keeps
making things easier
so nobody has to lift a finger.
Ha!
Ah.
What's wrong, Gramps?
Well, there's nothing wrong.
Nothing wrong.
'Cept, uh, I do want
to tell ya how nice
it is to have you back, Lucy.
You remind me a lot of your ma.
Your Grandma Emmy and me, we
never could figure out why
she ran off the way she did.
Not a word to either
one of us, just--
[sigh]
Maybe her dying was the best
thing could have happened.
You shouldn't say that.
Dying is good for some folks,
if life ain't worth living.
I'll be in the barn.
[lid clanging]
[mooing]
Whoa, Princess girl.
[mooing]
There.
[mooing]
She got trouble, all right.
I'll call the vet.
[wire snapping]
[radio playing]
Lucy, turn that
thing down a little.
What?
Turn down the radio
a little, will ya?
I gotta call the vet.
Is the cow still
having trouble?
Yeah.
[radio playing]
LUCY: Is the vet coming?
Uh, y--y--yeah.
Well, I got a few minutes,
so I'm gonna go see the cow.
Well, there's
nothing you can, uh--
Lucy!
RADIO ANNOUNCER: This
is Tri-County radio
bringing you music and news
from the Tri-County area.
More news on those bank robbers.
Police confirm discovery of a
double homicide on Highway 35
east of Locust Hill.
At the scene of the
killings was the car,
reportedly a green
Buick sedan, the car
the bank robbers made their
getaway in from the city.
The motive for the
double murder is still
unknown, but
believed to have been
concerned with a car theft.
The victims have been identified
as Jennifer Logan and Timothy
Petersen, both of Locust Hill.
Citizens are warned to be
on the lookout for three
men dressed in business suits.
They are armed and dangerous.
Yesterday, two of the men
masquerading as business
businessmen entered
the city bank
and shot and killed two tellers.
The police are now
convinced that they
have them sealed off
in the Tri-County area
and are closing the net.
So folks, on this happy Sunday--
[gun clicking]
[mooing]
She's fading, Miss Lucy.
[mooing]
Can't we do something
for her, Luke?
The vet will help, maybe.
I tell you a secret if you
promise nothing to say to Adam.
I promise.
You are a welcomed better cook
than he is ever going to be.
Thanks, Luke.
You better get washed
up for dinner now.
Dinner will ready in about
five minutes, Gramps.
Uh-huh.
[chickens clucking]
Hey, ah, Peter!
[barking]
Oh, Luke, the
phone's out of order.
I can't get the vet.
She's still got time.
Yeah.
Uh, Luke, you listen
to me good, huh?
[mooing]
I-- I want you to
tie up the dogs,
and I want you to stay
here until I call for you.
You understand?
Good.
Now you stay.
[dog whining]
LUCY: Gramps!
In a minute!
What the hell's keeping him?
He's only been
gone a few minutes.
Get off his back, Morey.
We got enough trouble.
Yeah, and who's to blame, huh?
Ung.
Well, I hope you
cut the right one.
Hey, Ackerman, jerk off.
[water running]
LUCY: Where's Luke?
Uh, he's not coming.
LUCY: How come?
Well, he's doing something.
He'll-- he'll take
his dinner later.
LUCY: Oh.
Ah, I forgot the bread.
What's he doing?
Uh, he's fixing the harrow.
Can't that wait until after--
Oh, Lord, for what we
are about to receive,
we give thanks.
Amen.
Amen.
Can't the harrow wait
until after we've eaten?
Need it first
thing in the morning.
Well, Luke's got to
have his dinner some time.
He might as well have it now,
while it's nice and hot, rather
than later.
Lucy, why don't you
just tend to your cooking
and I'll, uh, run the farm, huh?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Some bread?
Yes, please.
Thank you.
Mm.
Tasty.
Out of a book.
Hm, hm.
I expect you'll be seeing a lot
of that Powell boy this summer.
LUCY: Eddie?
Not if he's working.
Oh.
Weekends, maybe.
ADAM: Mm, hm.
He was telling me they
fixed up the old Pavilion down
by the lake.
Oh, I, uh, hadn't heard that.
You won't mind, will you?
Huh?
Uh, mind what?
If Eddie and I
go to the Pavilion.
Mm.
The Pavilion.
I remember when that
was first opened.
That was before the war.
Ooh, what a time that was.
Hm!
Your grandma and me, she'd made
that pink flower dress of her's
special.
And she was the
prettiest thing there.
Oh, she was pretty.
Hm!
I can see her now, just spinning
across that shiny new floor,
and the moon dancing on the
lake right along with her.
Oh, she was the prettiest thing.
Dance?
Oh, ho!
Take off your coat.
Remember, our car broke down.
Here.
Load your gun and put it away.
And you know, those two
was bound and determined
to keep up with each other until
it meant going home for chores.
And they didn't
care about chores.
And neither were we.
Well, we was just dang
fools, just watching
every little thing they did.
Ha, ha, ha.
They never would have known we
were-- well, we didn't care.
In those days, we
just didn't care.
Ha, ha.
Appears like we got company.
LUCY: Who is it?
Lucy, I think you
better go upstairs.
[gasp] Gramps, are
those the three men that--
ADAM: Could be.
They're not local.
The phone.
It's not working.
If you knew it wasn't
working, why didn't you tell me?
I didn't want to worry ya.
I'll go get Luke.
No!
Do you want us
all to get killed?
No, no, honey.
Look, y-- you just
go on upstairs.
Go ahead.
Come on.
Go on upstairs.
Everything will be all right.
I'll take care of it.
Go on upstairs, honey.
Gramps, be careful.
Gramps!
Shh, shh.
Please, go on upstairs
like I told ya.
Go on.
DINELLI: Hello, is
there anybody home?
Hello?
Anybody home?
[door creaking]
Uh, good afternoon, sir.
Uh, our car broke
down on the road.
Is there a mechanic
around here someplace?
Uh, there's one in town.
DINELLI: Do you mind
if I use your phone?
Well, sure.
Uh, come in and help yourself.
Thanks.
ADAM: Now, the phone's
right over there.
Hold it!
It ain't too often I
get a pair of weasels
to shoot at this close.
Stay inside, Lucy.
Luke!
Luke, come here.
Ugh!
Ugh!
Gramps?
It's all right, Lucy.
It's all right.
You go on back inside.
Go ahead.
Everything's fine here.
Drop your pants.
Drop 'em!
Pick him up, Luke.
Now march.
Bring him, Luke.
[flies buzzing]
[door creaking]
Now you can come to dinner.
No.
No, thank you.
[flies buzzing]
You all right, Lucy?
- Yeah, Gramps.
- Huh?
- Yeah.
- That a good girl.
Woo.
What are you going to do?
Finish my dinner.
It's cold.
Oh, don't matter.
There!
Well, what did
you do with them?
I covered over the one outside
and tied up the other two.
We have to get the police.
Ha, ha, ha.
Well, I'll drive to the
Conway's and phone from there.
Naw, the phone could
be out there, too.
Then I'll go into town.
Well, there's--
there's time enough.
LUCY: What for?
ADAM: For you to sit
down there and eat
the rest of your dinner.
LUCY: Oh, Gramps, I
can't eat anything,
least of all cold stew.
Well, warm it up, then.
Gramps, the police
are looking for them.
We can't keep them here.
Well, I got every right.
Hm, they're
trespassing on my land,
carrying guns,
threatening lives.
You're not listening to me.
You had a perfect
right to do what did.
But now that it's done, you
have to notify the police.
By and by.
Now, Lucy, you're--
you're getting yourself
all worked up over nothing.
It's not nothing, Gramps!
For god sakes,
why would you want
to keep them here a minute
longer than you have to,
anyway?
ADAM: Well, um, I'm
cooling 'em off.
Well, what does that mean?
Lucy, these fellas just
didn't drop by to pass
the time of day, you know.
They'd have killed the three
of us and took off in the truck
if I haven't been ready for 'em.
I'm sick and tired of reading
about these-- these hoodlums
terrorizing people.
I think it's about time that--
that someone taught
their kind a lesson.
LUCY: Gramps, they're
wanted for murder!
They'll either hang or
go to jail for life!
Huh!
The way the law
is today, they'll
probably get 60 days with two
months off for good behavior.
For god sake's Gramps,
you're not the law!
No.
But, uh, they could
learn a lesson
or two while they're here.
What kind of lesson?
I'm thinking on it.
Hm.
Where you going?
To the bathroom!
Lucy, you're not
worried about them?
[sigh] No.
But I'm beginning
to worry about you.
Well now, there's no need.
I've always protected
mine and my own.
And I don't intend to stop now.
[door closing]
[toilet flushing]
Gramps.
Now, now, now.
I know what you're going to say.
Now, don't you
worry about a thing.
You just play your radio
and stop your fretting.
Everything's going
to be all right.
Sure nice of you
fellas to drop by.
Nothing like spending a
Sunday in the country.
Ha.
Yes, sir.
Ha.
And nothing like
good ole country air.
Yes, sir.
None of that smog and pollution
like you got in the city.
Uh-uh.
[chuckling]
Oh, go ahead.
Breathe deep while
you got the chance.
You fellas got names?
Well, it don't matter.
Hm, hm.
Oh, by the way,
those iron rings are
what we used to use to chain
the bull up there when--
when we didn't want him
messing 'round the cows.
Ha, ha.
Thought you'd appreciate that.
[flies buzzing]
Which one of you shot
Timmy Petersen and his girl?
We don't know nobody by that
name, you crazy old bastard!
Take these god
damned chains off us!
I figured it was you.
You look the type.
Pretty little
handguns you got here.
I-- I used to do a little bit
of handgunning myself, you know.
Oh, just an old
Colt revolver and--
and then, just against
bottles and tin cans.
Nothing interesting.
And nothing fancy like these.
Yes, sir.
You mind if I try one?
Course, uh, I might
be a bit off my aim.
But, uh, they say that, uh,
once you learn something
you can't ever forget.
[gunshot]
[glass breaking]
Ha, well, now, that pulls
a little bit to the right.
Of course, it wouldn't matter
too much, though, the way
you fellas use them up close.
LUCY: Gramps!
ADAM: Uh, yes, Lucy?
LUCY: I heard a shot.
Now, now, now, now.
Now, there's nothing
to worry about.
Everything's fine.
Uh, uh, don't you worry now.
You go on back to the house.
Go on.
You hear me?
That's a good girl.
ADAM: Now, uh, this one might
be a little more accurate.
Longer barrel, you know.
[cocking gun]
[truck door creaking]
I got the key here, Lucy.
You wouldn't take the truck
without asking me first, now,
would you, Lucy?
Gramps, please, let
me go get the police.
Now, Lucy, I told
you not to worry.
Stop your fretting and go
in and play your music.
I don't want to
play any damn music!
[door slams]
[door creaking]
[clock ticking]
[door opening]
Lucy?
You wouldn't want me to let
'em go now, would you, Lucy?
There comes a time when a
man has to do what he thinks
is right.
Maybe you better
stay right up here.
I'll tend to things.
[locking door]
[police radio chatter]
Anything new?
TOM: Nope.
You?
Ah, some kid said
he saw a green Buick
heading north on 6th.
Turned out, he didn't
know a Buick from a Chevy.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO):
Car 51 come in.
What's up there?
Not much.
We were just checking the
woods off the highway.
Conway farm is in
about two miles.
Adam Smith's about five.
They're here someplace.
The way we got it blocked,
they can't get out.
Just gotta keep
looking, that's all.
Yep.
We'll go east.
- See ya.
See ya.
Come on, I'll spell ya.
OK.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO):
Yeah, one is 6 feet, dark,
dressed in a green
business suit.
You want to check
Conway's and Adam's?
Nope.
I don't think
they're in that far.
Let's go this way.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): All
are armed and dangerous.
Ballistics identified his gun.
He used a .32 caliber.
Keep going, straight ahead.
Straight ahead.
Ho.
All right, get down in there.
Ho.
All right.
Come on, get up!
Ho.
All right, let's go.
Ho.
All right, go on.
Ho.
Lucy.
Lucy!
Get over there!
Over here.
What's the matter, pop?
She split on ya?
[laughing]
ADAM: Lucy!
Lucy!
Hold it, right there.
Worried, pops?
I nearly made it
that time, didn't I?
Afraid she's going
for the fuzz, pop?
[laughing]
ADAM: Come on, you!
Luke!
Luke!
Luke!
[rooster crowing]
Come on, man!
Come on, Luke.
Luke, Lucy is on her way
over to the Conway's.
Now you take the truck
and bring her back.
You understand?
Bring her back!
All right, let's go.
[truck door closing]
[truck starts]
[door opening]
[flies buzzing]
Are you just gonna
leave us here like this?
You son of a bitch!
Son of a bitch.
What is he so hung up on me?
Because you're a prick.
[flies buzzing]
Adam wants you
back, Miss Lucy.
I'm not going back.
- You've got to come.
- No, Luke.
It's not right.
You know it's not right.
I've got to go get the police.
He's doing what
he thinks best.
We are lucky.
We could have all been killed.
But you caught them!
LUKE: They get
what they deserve.
Adam will see to that.
He's a good man.
LUCY: He's wrong, Luke.
You know it's wrong to try and
take the law into your hands.
If we don't stop him,
there'll be another murder!
Please, Luke, you
gotta let me go.
I don't wish have any
troubles with Adam, Miss Lucy.
It is up to us to stand by him.
You come back.
- No, Luke.
We've gotta do what
we think's right.
I don't give
orders, Miss Lucy.
You come back.
No.
[screams]
No!
Man, I'd give back half the
bread for a glass of water.
You know, I don't think
that little chick likes
what that old dude is doing.
For sure.
Big deal.
I swear, he's
dragging me up here, I
seen her running down the road.
I think she's going
to get the fuzz.
Yeah, and what
are we gonna get?
LEROY: We had a
chance for a break.
We ain't got nothin' now.
You know that old man's mental.
You see how close he came to
fucking blowing my head off?
Not close enough.
[honking]
[door closing]
Lucy, I wish you
hadn't done that.
Don't treat me like a child.
Well, I hadn't noticed I was.
I can leave when I want.
You can't keep me here.
Well, sure you can.
Sure, I can.
Oh, now I know why Ma ran away.
[water running]
Lucy, are you going to let
them killers come between us?
Don't you know
what you're saying?
Well, of course I do.
And they ain't worth it.
If they ain't worth
it, then why in the hell
are you doing it?
No, there's no need to swear.
And I told you.
You haven't told me
a god damned thing.
Now, don't use the
Lord's name in vain.
Do you call chaining
people on the manure pile
more righteous than using
the Lord's name in vain?
And what was that shot?
Well, I was just
scaring 'em a little.
Why?
What for?
Well, I got my reasons.
What possible
reason can anyone
have for chaining two
people on a manure pile
and shooting at them?
Well, if it makes you
feel any better, I--
I got 'em in the cellar
and nobody's hurting 'em.
What are you waiting for?
Grandma to come back from
the grave and pickle 'em?
[door closing]
[clock ticking]
[door closing]
[door opening]
[clock ticking]
Need some water, please.
[water pouring]
More.
Crazy old guy is just
gonna leave us here to die.
Lady, call the cops, please.
LUCY: I tried.
LEROY: Give us a break.
There's nothing I can do.
LEROY: Untie our hands.
If I did, you
couldn't get away.
My grandfather would kill
ya, or the police would.
Anything is better than this.
Please, don't leave
us here to die.
[flies buzzing]
Please?
[gasp]
Don't move!
Not yet.
ACKERMAN: Crazy
bastard, let me loose!
Yeah!
[punching]
Argh!
[screams]
[screams]
[crying]
Come on!
[moaning]
It's all over, pop!
Drop it.
Let her go.
Drop it!
Come here, Lucy.
You want to see her dead?
[click]
You didn't think
I was gonna leave
those guns loaded, did ya?
What the fuck are you--
[crying]
ADAM: Get up.
Get up, now.
Now get down there,
the same way you came.
[grunts]
[door closing]
You lousy bastard!
Ugh!
Uh-- uh-- ugh!
[knocking]
[knocking]
What is it?
ADAM: I'd like to talk
to you for a minute.
There's nothing to talk about.
Well, I'd like to
explain something.
All right if I come in?
What difference does it make?
Lucy, I wasn't going to let
nothing happen to ya, honey.
Well, Luke and me
was right close by.
What?
I had to prove
something to ya.
What did you have to prove?
That they'd kill as
soon as draw breath.
Oh, my god, you mean-- you
told me they were in the cellar
because you knew I'd--
oh, I don't believe it!
ADAM: Well, all our
talking didn't do no good,
so I had to do
what I did, cause--
well, they'd have
killed you and me
as quick as they killed
Timmy Petersen and his girl
this morning.
Timmy?
ADAM: Yeah.
Jenn?
Yeah.
Must have done it while we--
[crying] Oh, my god!
Lucy?
Go away!
Leave me alone!
Stop it!
[sobbing]
[door closing]
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
EDDIE (ON PHONE): Lucy?
Eddie, where are you?
I'm just down the road.
I came to fix your phone.
I tried to call.
Your line was out.
What's wrong?
Oh, please, come and get me!
Lucy!
Lucy!
Lucy!
Lucy!
[sigh]
Oh!
What's wrong?
What's happened?
Please, take me-- go!
[mooing]
[dog yelps]
ADAM: Stay, stay!
[mooing]
[mooing]
[truck starts]
[mooing]
I figured you fellas have
been down here long enough.
Now, just don't get any ideas.
Just take off your chains
and get those things on.
DISPATCHER (ON
RADIO): Where are you?
TOM: About two miles
beyond the lake cutoff.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): Get
over to Adam Smith's place
fast as you can.
Eddie Powell just called in.
He says the suspects
are at Adam's place.
OK, we're on our way.
What's happened?
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): I
haven't got the whole story,
but Eddie picked up
Adam's little girl.
She was pretty upset, but seems
he has things under control.
[siren]
ADAM: Now, you've been
asking me to call the police
and turn ya in.
That's far enough.
Get over.
Well, I'm going to do
some better than that.
I'm going to let one
of you drive into town
and get them yourselves.
The other one can stay
here and keep me company.
That ain't funny, pop.
Wasn't meant to be.
Well, now, who
goes and who stays?
I mean it!
Who goes and who stays?
I'll go.
Like hell, you will.
Fuck off, Ackerman.
ACKERMAN: Shut up.
Fairest way is to toss a coin.
You call it.
Who's kidding who, here?
You're not gonna let nobody
drive that truck off alone.
Call it.
Heads.
Uh, uh!
All right.
Now pick it up.
Pick it up.
Heads!
Hey, you, Ackerman!
You bastard, you're
gonna screw me.
Go on, bug off,
you little prick.
Now get outta here.
Go on.
That's enough.
Ackerman, you ain't gonna
leave me alone with him?
Yeah.
[laughing]
Awe, there's nothing
to worry about.
Now the keys are in the truck.
But-- before you go, I want
you to meet a couple of friends
of mine, Peter and Paul.
[whistling]
[barking]
Gentleman, Peter and Paul.
Named after the good book.
That don't necessarily
make them gentle, though.
Fact is, they don't take
too much to strangers.
Now go ahead, mister,
get in the truck.
Oh, you gotta be crazy.
Crazy?
I'm giving you more
chance than you gave
Timmy Petersen and his girl.
I didn't do it!
He did!
Oh, he'll get his chance, too.
Go on.
Go on.
[growling]
[barking]
[screams]
[screams]
[screams]
Peter!
Paul!
[moaning]
[gasp]
ADAM: Now it's your turn.
Maybe you'll be faster
than your friend.
No.
No.
G-- no, no.
Give me a cha-- g--
give me a chance.
But I am giving you a chance.
No.
No, y-- you can't do this to me.
[sirens]
[laughing]
[hand cuffs rattling]
TOM: Adam.
Looks like you took care
of everything, Adam.
You'll find their suitcase
just inside the door.
And another dead body
under the tarpaulin.
Well, maybe you
better come in tomorrow
and make a statement,
though, huh?
[laughing]
Now everything's
gonna be fine.
[mooing]
[flies buzzing]
Phew!
[flies buzzing]
[vehicle approaching]
[door closing]
Grandfather, I'll
stay in town for a while
until I decide what
I'm going to do.
ADAM: Well, you'll be
needing your clothes.
What about your radio?
Somebody can come
back for them later.
Hey, thanks, baby.
Come on.
[door closing]
[engine starts]
Well, I'd better get
that one into town.
Take care, Adam.
EDDIE: Can I give
you a lift anywhere?
LUKE: No, thank you.
[laughing]
[siren]
Ugh!
Argh!
Hey, what's happening?
Look out!
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
Get-- oh, geez.
You son of a bitch!
Aw, give me it, god dammit.
[gunshot]
[siren fades]
[crows calling]
How 'bout that, baby?
No.
Come on out!
I told ya I'd be back!
I come to get you!
You bastard!
I come to get you!
Come on out!
I'm not done, you old bastard!
It's hard to get rid of me.
All that shit you pulled
on me didn't work.
I come to get you!
[laughing]
[gunshot]
[music playing]
[MUSIC - "SUNDAY IN THE
COUNTRY"]
RADIO ANNOUNCER: Well,
folks, looks like we've
got some action in Peel County.
Police are on the lookout
for a dark green 1967
Buick believed to be
carrying the three men who
robbed the city bank yesterday.
This report follows an
announcement of a second death
and a robbery.
The 22-year-old
teller, Richard Martin,
in critical condition
since the shooting
died early this morning.
He leaves his 19-year-old
wife and 3-month-old baby.
Lucy!
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
This is the voice
of the Tri-Counties
bringing you music, news,
and weather all day, every day.
[music on the radio playing]
Lucy!
Lucy!
Shew!
Lucy!
I'm out here, Gramps.
Did you forget church?
I haven't finished
making the stew, yet.
Come on girl, get dressed!
We'll be late.
Mm, I don't suppose
you'd care to go
without me, just this once?
As long as your back
living in my house,
you won't miss church.
Now scoot!
Luke, how's that cow doin' now?
She'll be all right yet.
ADAM: How was town last night?
About the same as always.
A little church-going
might help reduce
the swelling of your head some.
It certainly cleanses
the soul a lot.
It's kind of you to offer.
ADAM: I'll see ya later.
[dog barking]
That's a boy, stay.
Stay.
[honk]
[honking]
Haven't ya got a dress on a
little longer for church-going?
LUCY: No.
I'll drive, Gramps.
No you won't.
Get in.
Please, Gramps?
No, I said.
Get in.
[turns radio on]
The least you could
do is turn it down some!
[music playing]
Hey, there's Timmy and Jenn.
Hey, Timmy, Jenn!
[honking]
- Hi, Lucy.
Hi!
LUCY: Hi!
TIMMY: Oh, hey, Lucy.
How ya doing?
Fine time to be getting home.
How do you know that, Gramps?
He needed a shave.
[chuckling]
LUCY: Well, they're
getting married this fall.
Hi, need any help?
Oh, no thanks.
It's all fixed.
Good.
What ya got here?
What are-- what are ya doing?
Give me the keys.
What?
Give me the keys.
You must be crazy.
C'mon, c'mon.
Give me the keys.
[laughing]
JENNIFER: Timmy!
[gunshot]
[screams]
You silly bastard.
What did you do that for?
You nut!
He come at me.
Stay with the car.
I'll take care of the girl.
[screams]
[screams]
[church hymns]
[siren]
There was a knock
on my window--
WOMAN: No, they
killed two tellers.
PREACHER: I'm sure
they'll be all right.
Bye, now.
Bye, Clare.
Ha, ha.
Lucy, nice to see you back.
Privilege of the clergy.
- Ha, ha.
- How's school?
Just fine.
Just fine.
- Hm, hm.
Good, good.
Bet you're glad to have
her back, eh, Adam?
Saves you cooking
and doing the dishes.
Ha, ha.
Bye, now.
Bye, bye, Reverend.
Eddie, good to have you back.
WOMAN: Nice service, Reverend.
Thank you, Reverend.
MAN: What worries me is, what
will we do if they show up?
MRS. DENNISON: Lucy,
do you like college?
Meet any nice boys?
LUCY: Hello, Mrs. Dennison.
MRS. DENNISON: Love your
hair like that, Lucy.
LUCY: Thank you.
MAN: I just hope they
stop by my place.
I got a couple of barrels--
MAN: What do ya think
about those killers, Adam?
What about 'em?
If anybody in this county
can strap 'em up, I'd say
Tom would do it, wouldn't you?
Lucy, Adam.
Hello there, Burt.
Bag of wheat.
Adam!
I, uh, been meaning to
drop over and talk to ya.
We can't sit back
and let them city
folks legislate against us.
That don't do nobody any good.
Farmers got to stick together,
make themselves heard.
Uh, you remember, Lucy?
Why, Lucy.
My you're looking fine.
LUCY: Thanks, Mr. Conway.
I was just telling
your grandfather
here that he's got
to start coming
to Grange meetings again.
Ah, it ain't no use.
Why, there's no place for the
small farmer anymore, Burt.
That's why we got to
stand together, Adam.
ADAM: Well?
That's why we got to
keep the Grange going.
You and I know, Burt, that
all that Grange amounts to
is a bunch of dang fools that
don't know when they're licked.
The government's got 'em beat.
Lucy, will you please talk
some sense into this old bear
and make sure he comes
to the next meeting?
LUCY: I'll try Mr. Conway.
Bye, bye.
Bye.
[siren]
[brakes squealing]
[police radio chatter]
That's the car,
all right, Tom.
OFFICER (ON RADIO):
Thanks, Harvey.
Harvey?
DISPATCHER (ON
RADIO): Central, here.
Suspect car on Highway
35, about two miles east
of Locust Hill.
Alert highway patrol.
I'm going on a 10-7.
You read me?
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): I read.
Hello, hello, this is Harvey
at base, come in please.
OFFICER (ON RADIO): Yes, Harvey.
Over.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO):
Lou Forrester called in.
He wants to know if you
can cover the Link cutoff.
OFFICER (ON RADIO):
Why can't he do it?
I'm hoping to patrol the
town in case he got back.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): OK.
Well, they must have--
Christ!
Glasses!
ACKERMAN: Here
DINELLI: God damn road block.
ACKERMAN: There's a
dirt road back there.
[tires squealing]
Hold it.
Cut the motor.
[sigh]
DINELLI: Well, I guess
they didn't see us.
You big timers
sure spook easy.
You know what I would
have done, Dinelli?
ACKERMAN: Nobody gives a shit
what you would have done.
You've done enough already!
DINELLI: Hey, hey, hey!
Knock it off.
Ooh, ha, ha, ha.
Is that a road up there?
DINELLI: It looks
like it used to be.
ACKERMAN: Turn in and
go as far as you can.
Maybe It'll come out somewhere
beyond that road block.
[laughing]
[clunking]
[laughing]
DINELLI: What the hell is that?
ACKERMAN: Well,
what do you think?
[sigh]
Ah, we can't get across that.
Awe, Christ!
Now what?
Take the stuff out of the
car, I'll dump it in the trees.
ACKERMAN: Yeah, OK.
DINELLI: We'll have
to walk from here.
Uh, what the hell
are you doing, Dinelli?
Shut up.
You crazy or something?
Hey, Dinelli, hey what
the hell are You doing?
DINELLI: We're doing it my way.
We need wheels.
How we gonna get
back to the city?
Wheels, wheels.
Who needs wheels?
We gotta get past
that road block.
LEROY: Stupid bastard!
Hey give me a hand.
Come on.
Shit.
TOM: Poor kids.
What did they want
to do that for?
Killers.
That simple.
I'll call Pembroke.
- We'll get into town.
- Right.
OK, come on, you drive.
I want to call in.
Car 47 reporting.
Come in, dispatcher.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO):
Come in, car 47.
We have here a double homicide
on Highway 35, Tri-County area.
Two locals killed.
[sirens]
LUCY: Everybody's talking
about that bank robbery.
ADAM: If you could listen to
something decent on that radio,
we'd a heard it before
we got to church.
LUCY: Police say they
may be heading this way.
ADAM: Oh.
LUCY: They killed
two bank tellers.
I got to pick up a couple of
bags of that new fertilizer.
JOHN: Oh, good morning, Adam.
- Good morning, John.
EDDIE: That's fixed
it, Mr Edwards.
Thanks, Eddie.
I'll stop by tomorrow
and check it again.
Good morning, Mr. Smith.
ADAM: Hi.
Well, John, how's the back?
Oh, same as ever.
Bob said you were
stopping by today.
EDDIE: Hey, Lucy!
Hey, Eddie!
Hey, when did ya get back?
Day before yesterday.
But-- here, let me
put this in the car.
OK.
- How did it go?
- OK.
Two A's, two B's, and a C. You?
EDDIE: Nowhere, I
failed French and Math.
My old man freaked out when he
heard and got me a kind of job.
You work on Sunday's too?
Or do you just like
traveling around showing off
your swell Batman utility belt?
No, I just work emergencies
every other weekend.
Mm.
You look really nice, Lucy.
Thanks.
So do you.
I missed ya.
But ya never
bothered to write.
EDDIE: You know me.
I don't like to start
anything I can't finish.
There's such a thing as write
now and play later, you know.
I'll write ya the next time.
OK?
Yeah, OK.
TOM: Morning, Adam.
Morning, Tom.
See Lucy's back.
Yeah, uh, day
before yesterday.
We found Timmy Peterson on
the county highway, shot dead.
Jenny Logan, too.
Oh, we-- we, uh--
well, we passed them on the
way to church this morning.
He-- he was changing a tire.
Hm.
Yeah.
He had the baldest set
of tires I ever saw.
We found that boy less than
six miles from your place.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): --
Suspect car heading
south on 6th.
TOM: Maybe the killers
drove off and we'll catch
'em at one of the road blocks.
Maybe they're wandering
around in the bush.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO):
Come in, Hiram.
But you keep your eyes
open, will you, Adam?
Call in if you see something.
[police radio chatter]
[sniff]
ADAM: Lucy!
LUCY: I'll be there
in a minute, Gramps.
When can I see ya?
Anytime.
Listen, I gotta go.
Hey.
Don't forget to call.
Poor, Eddie,
working all summer--
all year, if he doesn't get
better grades next summer.
Well, it won't hurt him, none.
I hear he's a little
shiftless as it is.
Oh, Gramps, he's
not shiftless.
ADAM: I was doing a man's
work at the age of 13.
LUCY: But Eddie
doesn't have to work.
ADAM: Aha!
But hard work is a virtue.
LUCY: Well, education
is a virtue, too.
ADAM: Ah!
LEROY: Where the hell,
are we going, Dinelli?
Save your breath
and keep walking.
We'd have been
better off in the city.
There's millions of places
to hide in this city.
We haven't any choice anymore.
This whole area is
probably blocked off.
We're in this mess because
you had to be a big man
and knock off those two tellers.
Yeah?
Somebody had to
fucking waste them.
You didn't have
the balls for it.
Oh, it would give me a real
pleasure to lose you out here,
so don't push too hard.
Get off my back, Ackerman.
You know how long it's
gonna take to find
them bodies out there, huh?
[smack]
Watch him!
Ugh!
Next time I'll kill
you, you little punk.
Fuck off, Ackerman.
DINELLI: Now, no more trouble.
LEROY: Bastard.
Here, let's go.
Sooner or later
we'll hit a farm.
Hey.
What did I tell you?
Let's go.
RADIO ANNOUNCER:
Here's a news bulletin.
It's been confirmed that
the three bank robbers
are in the Tri-County area.
Oh!
What's wrong, Gramps?
Wrong?
Nothing's wrong.
Why?
Well, I don't know.
Ever since I came
home you've been--
well, sort of, grouchy.
Well, I'm fine.
Well, then why haven't you
been going to the Grange?
You never used to
miss a Grange meeting
any more than you do church.
Ah, there ain't no sense
in going to the Grange.
The land just
don't pay any more.
It's all any of us
can do to just get by.
All the farmer's troubles end
up around some local politician
who's afraid to make any demands
on any higher politician who's
also afraid to step on
somebody else's toes
for fear they won't
get re-elected!
Ha!
And so we suffer.
I tell ya, this country's
going to damnation.
Nothing else but,
going to damnation.
[truck approaching]
There's a truck!
Give me the glasses.
[sigh]
It's a guy and a girl.
She's going in the house.
ACKERMAN: Let's see.
The guy is just going in.
[sigh]
I gotta cut the phone wire.
Hey, there's a pole over there.
Where?
Over there.
Stay behind the hill
so they can't see you.
Well, why the hell I
always get the shit job?
Do it!
Here.
If that crazy bastard
fouls up this job,
I'll blow his brains out.
All he has to do
is cut the wire.
Hungry?
ADAM: Yeah.
I'll be about ten minutes.
Right.
[grunt]
What's this?
Cooking with a book?
You make it sound
like it's a crime.
Well, it is a crime.
You're not doing for yourself.
You're taking the easy way.
Awe, come on.
Grandma used to swap recipes
with everyone in town.
Yeah, that's
cause they were made
up by your grandma, that's why.
Not copied out of no book.
Well, what difference
does it make?
It's just easier having
all the recipes in a book
than on scraps of paper.
Yeah.
That's what's wrong
with this world today,
everybody keeps
making things easier
so nobody has to lift a finger.
Ha!
Ah.
What's wrong, Gramps?
Well, there's nothing wrong.
Nothing wrong.
'Cept, uh, I do want
to tell ya how nice
it is to have you back, Lucy.
You remind me a lot of your ma.
Your Grandma Emmy and me, we
never could figure out why
she ran off the way she did.
Not a word to either
one of us, just--
[sigh]
Maybe her dying was the best
thing could have happened.
You shouldn't say that.
Dying is good for some folks,
if life ain't worth living.
I'll be in the barn.
[lid clanging]
[mooing]
Whoa, Princess girl.
[mooing]
There.
[mooing]
She got trouble, all right.
I'll call the vet.
[wire snapping]
[radio playing]
Lucy, turn that
thing down a little.
What?
Turn down the radio
a little, will ya?
I gotta call the vet.
Is the cow still
having trouble?
Yeah.
[radio playing]
LUCY: Is the vet coming?
Uh, y--y--yeah.
Well, I got a few minutes,
so I'm gonna go see the cow.
Well, there's
nothing you can, uh--
Lucy!
RADIO ANNOUNCER: This
is Tri-County radio
bringing you music and news
from the Tri-County area.
More news on those bank robbers.
Police confirm discovery of a
double homicide on Highway 35
east of Locust Hill.
At the scene of the
killings was the car,
reportedly a green
Buick sedan, the car
the bank robbers made their
getaway in from the city.
The motive for the
double murder is still
unknown, but
believed to have been
concerned with a car theft.
The victims have been identified
as Jennifer Logan and Timothy
Petersen, both of Locust Hill.
Citizens are warned to be
on the lookout for three
men dressed in business suits.
They are armed and dangerous.
Yesterday, two of the men
masquerading as business
businessmen entered
the city bank
and shot and killed two tellers.
The police are now
convinced that they
have them sealed off
in the Tri-County area
and are closing the net.
So folks, on this happy Sunday--
[gun clicking]
[mooing]
She's fading, Miss Lucy.
[mooing]
Can't we do something
for her, Luke?
The vet will help, maybe.
I tell you a secret if you
promise nothing to say to Adam.
I promise.
You are a welcomed better cook
than he is ever going to be.
Thanks, Luke.
You better get washed
up for dinner now.
Dinner will ready in about
five minutes, Gramps.
Uh-huh.
[chickens clucking]
Hey, ah, Peter!
[barking]
Oh, Luke, the
phone's out of order.
I can't get the vet.
She's still got time.
Yeah.
Uh, Luke, you listen
to me good, huh?
[mooing]
I-- I want you to
tie up the dogs,
and I want you to stay
here until I call for you.
You understand?
Good.
Now you stay.
[dog whining]
LUCY: Gramps!
In a minute!
What the hell's keeping him?
He's only been
gone a few minutes.
Get off his back, Morey.
We got enough trouble.
Yeah, and who's to blame, huh?
Ung.
Well, I hope you
cut the right one.
Hey, Ackerman, jerk off.
[water running]
LUCY: Where's Luke?
Uh, he's not coming.
LUCY: How come?
Well, he's doing something.
He'll-- he'll take
his dinner later.
LUCY: Oh.
Ah, I forgot the bread.
What's he doing?
Uh, he's fixing the harrow.
Can't that wait until after--
Oh, Lord, for what we
are about to receive,
we give thanks.
Amen.
Amen.
Can't the harrow wait
until after we've eaten?
Need it first
thing in the morning.
Well, Luke's got to
have his dinner some time.
He might as well have it now,
while it's nice and hot, rather
than later.
Lucy, why don't you
just tend to your cooking
and I'll, uh, run the farm, huh?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Some bread?
Yes, please.
Thank you.
Mm.
Tasty.
Out of a book.
Hm, hm.
I expect you'll be seeing a lot
of that Powell boy this summer.
LUCY: Eddie?
Not if he's working.
Oh.
Weekends, maybe.
ADAM: Mm, hm.
He was telling me they
fixed up the old Pavilion down
by the lake.
Oh, I, uh, hadn't heard that.
You won't mind, will you?
Huh?
Uh, mind what?
If Eddie and I
go to the Pavilion.
Mm.
The Pavilion.
I remember when that
was first opened.
That was before the war.
Ooh, what a time that was.
Hm!
Your grandma and me, she'd made
that pink flower dress of her's
special.
And she was the
prettiest thing there.
Oh, she was pretty.
Hm!
I can see her now, just spinning
across that shiny new floor,
and the moon dancing on the
lake right along with her.
Oh, she was the prettiest thing.
Dance?
Oh, ho!
Take off your coat.
Remember, our car broke down.
Here.
Load your gun and put it away.
And you know, those two
was bound and determined
to keep up with each other until
it meant going home for chores.
And they didn't
care about chores.
And neither were we.
Well, we was just dang
fools, just watching
every little thing they did.
Ha, ha, ha.
They never would have known we
were-- well, we didn't care.
In those days, we
just didn't care.
Ha, ha.
Appears like we got company.
LUCY: Who is it?
Lucy, I think you
better go upstairs.
[gasp] Gramps, are
those the three men that--
ADAM: Could be.
They're not local.
The phone.
It's not working.
If you knew it wasn't
working, why didn't you tell me?
I didn't want to worry ya.
I'll go get Luke.
No!
Do you want us
all to get killed?
No, no, honey.
Look, y-- you just
go on upstairs.
Go ahead.
Come on.
Go on upstairs.
Everything will be all right.
I'll take care of it.
Go on upstairs, honey.
Gramps, be careful.
Gramps!
Shh, shh.
Please, go on upstairs
like I told ya.
Go on.
DINELLI: Hello, is
there anybody home?
Hello?
Anybody home?
[door creaking]
Uh, good afternoon, sir.
Uh, our car broke
down on the road.
Is there a mechanic
around here someplace?
Uh, there's one in town.
DINELLI: Do you mind
if I use your phone?
Well, sure.
Uh, come in and help yourself.
Thanks.
ADAM: Now, the phone's
right over there.
Hold it!
It ain't too often I
get a pair of weasels
to shoot at this close.
Stay inside, Lucy.
Luke!
Luke, come here.
Ugh!
Ugh!
Gramps?
It's all right, Lucy.
It's all right.
You go on back inside.
Go ahead.
Everything's fine here.
Drop your pants.
Drop 'em!
Pick him up, Luke.
Now march.
Bring him, Luke.
[flies buzzing]
[door creaking]
Now you can come to dinner.
No.
No, thank you.
[flies buzzing]
You all right, Lucy?
- Yeah, Gramps.
- Huh?
- Yeah.
- That a good girl.
Woo.
What are you going to do?
Finish my dinner.
It's cold.
Oh, don't matter.
There!
Well, what did
you do with them?
I covered over the one outside
and tied up the other two.
We have to get the police.
Ha, ha, ha.
Well, I'll drive to the
Conway's and phone from there.
Naw, the phone could
be out there, too.
Then I'll go into town.
Well, there's--
there's time enough.
LUCY: What for?
ADAM: For you to sit
down there and eat
the rest of your dinner.
LUCY: Oh, Gramps, I
can't eat anything,
least of all cold stew.
Well, warm it up, then.
Gramps, the police
are looking for them.
We can't keep them here.
Well, I got every right.
Hm, they're
trespassing on my land,
carrying guns,
threatening lives.
You're not listening to me.
You had a perfect
right to do what did.
But now that it's done, you
have to notify the police.
By and by.
Now, Lucy, you're--
you're getting yourself
all worked up over nothing.
It's not nothing, Gramps!
For god sakes,
why would you want
to keep them here a minute
longer than you have to,
anyway?
ADAM: Well, um, I'm
cooling 'em off.
Well, what does that mean?
Lucy, these fellas just
didn't drop by to pass
the time of day, you know.
They'd have killed the three
of us and took off in the truck
if I haven't been ready for 'em.
I'm sick and tired of reading
about these-- these hoodlums
terrorizing people.
I think it's about time that--
that someone taught
their kind a lesson.
LUCY: Gramps, they're
wanted for murder!
They'll either hang or
go to jail for life!
Huh!
The way the law
is today, they'll
probably get 60 days with two
months off for good behavior.
For god sake's Gramps,
you're not the law!
No.
But, uh, they could
learn a lesson
or two while they're here.
What kind of lesson?
I'm thinking on it.
Hm.
Where you going?
To the bathroom!
Lucy, you're not
worried about them?
[sigh] No.
But I'm beginning
to worry about you.
Well now, there's no need.
I've always protected
mine and my own.
And I don't intend to stop now.
[door closing]
[toilet flushing]
Gramps.
Now, now, now.
I know what you're going to say.
Now, don't you
worry about a thing.
You just play your radio
and stop your fretting.
Everything's going
to be all right.
Sure nice of you
fellas to drop by.
Nothing like spending a
Sunday in the country.
Ha.
Yes, sir.
Ha.
And nothing like
good ole country air.
Yes, sir.
None of that smog and pollution
like you got in the city.
Uh-uh.
[chuckling]
Oh, go ahead.
Breathe deep while
you got the chance.
You fellas got names?
Well, it don't matter.
Hm, hm.
Oh, by the way,
those iron rings are
what we used to use to chain
the bull up there when--
when we didn't want him
messing 'round the cows.
Ha, ha.
Thought you'd appreciate that.
[flies buzzing]
Which one of you shot
Timmy Petersen and his girl?
We don't know nobody by that
name, you crazy old bastard!
Take these god
damned chains off us!
I figured it was you.
You look the type.
Pretty little
handguns you got here.
I-- I used to do a little bit
of handgunning myself, you know.
Oh, just an old
Colt revolver and--
and then, just against
bottles and tin cans.
Nothing interesting.
And nothing fancy like these.
Yes, sir.
You mind if I try one?
Course, uh, I might
be a bit off my aim.
But, uh, they say that, uh,
once you learn something
you can't ever forget.
[gunshot]
[glass breaking]
Ha, well, now, that pulls
a little bit to the right.
Of course, it wouldn't matter
too much, though, the way
you fellas use them up close.
LUCY: Gramps!
ADAM: Uh, yes, Lucy?
LUCY: I heard a shot.
Now, now, now, now.
Now, there's nothing
to worry about.
Everything's fine.
Uh, uh, don't you worry now.
You go on back to the house.
Go on.
You hear me?
That's a good girl.
ADAM: Now, uh, this one might
be a little more accurate.
Longer barrel, you know.
[cocking gun]
[truck door creaking]
I got the key here, Lucy.
You wouldn't take the truck
without asking me first, now,
would you, Lucy?
Gramps, please, let
me go get the police.
Now, Lucy, I told
you not to worry.
Stop your fretting and go
in and play your music.
I don't want to
play any damn music!
[door slams]
[door creaking]
[clock ticking]
[door opening]
Lucy?
You wouldn't want me to let
'em go now, would you, Lucy?
There comes a time when a
man has to do what he thinks
is right.
Maybe you better
stay right up here.
I'll tend to things.
[locking door]
[police radio chatter]
Anything new?
TOM: Nope.
You?
Ah, some kid said
he saw a green Buick
heading north on 6th.
Turned out, he didn't
know a Buick from a Chevy.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO):
Car 51 come in.
What's up there?
Not much.
We were just checking the
woods off the highway.
Conway farm is in
about two miles.
Adam Smith's about five.
They're here someplace.
The way we got it blocked,
they can't get out.
Just gotta keep
looking, that's all.
Yep.
We'll go east.
- See ya.
See ya.
Come on, I'll spell ya.
OK.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO):
Yeah, one is 6 feet, dark,
dressed in a green
business suit.
You want to check
Conway's and Adam's?
Nope.
I don't think
they're in that far.
Let's go this way.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): All
are armed and dangerous.
Ballistics identified his gun.
He used a .32 caliber.
Keep going, straight ahead.
Straight ahead.
Ho.
All right, get down in there.
Ho.
All right.
Come on, get up!
Ho.
All right, let's go.
Ho.
All right, go on.
Ho.
Lucy.
Lucy!
Get over there!
Over here.
What's the matter, pop?
She split on ya?
[laughing]
ADAM: Lucy!
Lucy!
Hold it, right there.
Worried, pops?
I nearly made it
that time, didn't I?
Afraid she's going
for the fuzz, pop?
[laughing]
ADAM: Come on, you!
Luke!
Luke!
Luke!
[rooster crowing]
Come on, man!
Come on, Luke.
Luke, Lucy is on her way
over to the Conway's.
Now you take the truck
and bring her back.
You understand?
Bring her back!
All right, let's go.
[truck door closing]
[truck starts]
[door opening]
[flies buzzing]
Are you just gonna
leave us here like this?
You son of a bitch!
Son of a bitch.
What is he so hung up on me?
Because you're a prick.
[flies buzzing]
Adam wants you
back, Miss Lucy.
I'm not going back.
- You've got to come.
- No, Luke.
It's not right.
You know it's not right.
I've got to go get the police.
He's doing what
he thinks best.
We are lucky.
We could have all been killed.
But you caught them!
LUKE: They get
what they deserve.
Adam will see to that.
He's a good man.
LUCY: He's wrong, Luke.
You know it's wrong to try and
take the law into your hands.
If we don't stop him,
there'll be another murder!
Please, Luke, you
gotta let me go.
I don't wish have any
troubles with Adam, Miss Lucy.
It is up to us to stand by him.
You come back.
- No, Luke.
We've gotta do what
we think's right.
I don't give
orders, Miss Lucy.
You come back.
No.
[screams]
No!
Man, I'd give back half the
bread for a glass of water.
You know, I don't think
that little chick likes
what that old dude is doing.
For sure.
Big deal.
I swear, he's
dragging me up here, I
seen her running down the road.
I think she's going
to get the fuzz.
Yeah, and what
are we gonna get?
LEROY: We had a
chance for a break.
We ain't got nothin' now.
You know that old man's mental.
You see how close he came to
fucking blowing my head off?
Not close enough.
[honking]
[door closing]
Lucy, I wish you
hadn't done that.
Don't treat me like a child.
Well, I hadn't noticed I was.
I can leave when I want.
You can't keep me here.
Well, sure you can.
Sure, I can.
Oh, now I know why Ma ran away.
[water running]
Lucy, are you going to let
them killers come between us?
Don't you know
what you're saying?
Well, of course I do.
And they ain't worth it.
If they ain't worth
it, then why in the hell
are you doing it?
No, there's no need to swear.
And I told you.
You haven't told me
a god damned thing.
Now, don't use the
Lord's name in vain.
Do you call chaining
people on the manure pile
more righteous than using
the Lord's name in vain?
And what was that shot?
Well, I was just
scaring 'em a little.
Why?
What for?
Well, I got my reasons.
What possible
reason can anyone
have for chaining two
people on a manure pile
and shooting at them?
Well, if it makes you
feel any better, I--
I got 'em in the cellar
and nobody's hurting 'em.
What are you waiting for?
Grandma to come back from
the grave and pickle 'em?
[door closing]
[clock ticking]
[door closing]
[door opening]
[clock ticking]
Need some water, please.
[water pouring]
More.
Crazy old guy is just
gonna leave us here to die.
Lady, call the cops, please.
LUCY: I tried.
LEROY: Give us a break.
There's nothing I can do.
LEROY: Untie our hands.
If I did, you
couldn't get away.
My grandfather would kill
ya, or the police would.
Anything is better than this.
Please, don't leave
us here to die.
[flies buzzing]
Please?
[gasp]
Don't move!
Not yet.
ACKERMAN: Crazy
bastard, let me loose!
Yeah!
[punching]
Argh!
[screams]
[screams]
[crying]
Come on!
[moaning]
It's all over, pop!
Drop it.
Let her go.
Drop it!
Come here, Lucy.
You want to see her dead?
[click]
You didn't think
I was gonna leave
those guns loaded, did ya?
What the fuck are you--
[crying]
ADAM: Get up.
Get up, now.
Now get down there,
the same way you came.
[grunts]
[door closing]
You lousy bastard!
Ugh!
Uh-- uh-- ugh!
[knocking]
[knocking]
What is it?
ADAM: I'd like to talk
to you for a minute.
There's nothing to talk about.
Well, I'd like to
explain something.
All right if I come in?
What difference does it make?
Lucy, I wasn't going to let
nothing happen to ya, honey.
Well, Luke and me
was right close by.
What?
I had to prove
something to ya.
What did you have to prove?
That they'd kill as
soon as draw breath.
Oh, my god, you mean-- you
told me they were in the cellar
because you knew I'd--
oh, I don't believe it!
ADAM: Well, all our
talking didn't do no good,
so I had to do
what I did, cause--
well, they'd have
killed you and me
as quick as they killed
Timmy Petersen and his girl
this morning.
Timmy?
ADAM: Yeah.
Jenn?
Yeah.
Must have done it while we--
[crying] Oh, my god!
Lucy?
Go away!
Leave me alone!
Stop it!
[sobbing]
[door closing]
[phone ringing]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
EDDIE (ON PHONE): Lucy?
Eddie, where are you?
I'm just down the road.
I came to fix your phone.
I tried to call.
Your line was out.
What's wrong?
Oh, please, come and get me!
Lucy!
Lucy!
Lucy!
Lucy!
[sigh]
Oh!
What's wrong?
What's happened?
Please, take me-- go!
[mooing]
[dog yelps]
ADAM: Stay, stay!
[mooing]
[mooing]
[truck starts]
[mooing]
I figured you fellas have
been down here long enough.
Now, just don't get any ideas.
Just take off your chains
and get those things on.
DISPATCHER (ON
RADIO): Where are you?
TOM: About two miles
beyond the lake cutoff.
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): Get
over to Adam Smith's place
fast as you can.
Eddie Powell just called in.
He says the suspects
are at Adam's place.
OK, we're on our way.
What's happened?
DISPATCHER (ON RADIO): I
haven't got the whole story,
but Eddie picked up
Adam's little girl.
She was pretty upset, but seems
he has things under control.
[siren]
ADAM: Now, you've been
asking me to call the police
and turn ya in.
That's far enough.
Get over.
Well, I'm going to do
some better than that.
I'm going to let one
of you drive into town
and get them yourselves.
The other one can stay
here and keep me company.
That ain't funny, pop.
Wasn't meant to be.
Well, now, who
goes and who stays?
I mean it!
Who goes and who stays?
I'll go.
Like hell, you will.
Fuck off, Ackerman.
ACKERMAN: Shut up.
Fairest way is to toss a coin.
You call it.
Who's kidding who, here?
You're not gonna let nobody
drive that truck off alone.
Call it.
Heads.
Uh, uh!
All right.
Now pick it up.
Pick it up.
Heads!
Hey, you, Ackerman!
You bastard, you're
gonna screw me.
Go on, bug off,
you little prick.
Now get outta here.
Go on.
That's enough.
Ackerman, you ain't gonna
leave me alone with him?
Yeah.
[laughing]
Awe, there's nothing
to worry about.
Now the keys are in the truck.
But-- before you go, I want
you to meet a couple of friends
of mine, Peter and Paul.
[whistling]
[barking]
Gentleman, Peter and Paul.
Named after the good book.
That don't necessarily
make them gentle, though.
Fact is, they don't take
too much to strangers.
Now go ahead, mister,
get in the truck.
Oh, you gotta be crazy.
Crazy?
I'm giving you more
chance than you gave
Timmy Petersen and his girl.
I didn't do it!
He did!
Oh, he'll get his chance, too.
Go on.
Go on.
[growling]
[barking]
[screams]
[screams]
[screams]
Peter!
Paul!
[moaning]
[gasp]
ADAM: Now it's your turn.
Maybe you'll be faster
than your friend.
No.
No.
G-- no, no.
Give me a cha-- g--
give me a chance.
But I am giving you a chance.
No.
No, y-- you can't do this to me.
[sirens]
[laughing]
[hand cuffs rattling]
TOM: Adam.
Looks like you took care
of everything, Adam.
You'll find their suitcase
just inside the door.
And another dead body
under the tarpaulin.
Well, maybe you
better come in tomorrow
and make a statement,
though, huh?
[laughing]
Now everything's
gonna be fine.
[mooing]
[flies buzzing]
Phew!
[flies buzzing]
[vehicle approaching]
[door closing]
Grandfather, I'll
stay in town for a while
until I decide what
I'm going to do.
ADAM: Well, you'll be
needing your clothes.
What about your radio?
Somebody can come
back for them later.
Hey, thanks, baby.
Come on.
[door closing]
[engine starts]
Well, I'd better get
that one into town.
Take care, Adam.
EDDIE: Can I give
you a lift anywhere?
LUKE: No, thank you.
[laughing]
[siren]
Ugh!
Argh!
Hey, what's happening?
Look out!
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
Get-- oh, geez.
You son of a bitch!
Aw, give me it, god dammit.
[gunshot]
[siren fades]
[crows calling]
How 'bout that, baby?
No.
Come on out!
I told ya I'd be back!
I come to get you!
You bastard!
I come to get you!
Come on out!
I'm not done, you old bastard!
It's hard to get rid of me.
All that shit you pulled
on me didn't work.
I come to get you!
[laughing]
[gunshot]
[music playing]