Cain's Way (1970) - full transcript

(upbeat music)

♪ I was born on a

midnight drive ♪

♪ The road was rough and

the wagon broke down ♪

♪ Thunder and lightning,

pouring down rain ♪

♪ The creek was rising

and I almost drowned ♪

♪ Mama didn't make it

through the freezing night ♪

♪ Daddy saved his son and

tried to bring him up right ♪

♪ I thank the lord when

every day was coming ♪

♪ 'Cause times were

hard when I was young ♪

♪ I became a rambling man

♪ 'Cause working all day

didn't get me nowhere ♪

♪ Plowing in the fields,

work to be done ♪

♪ Living in a world

where very few cared ♪

♪ Reading and writing,

I learned by night ♪

♪ No spending cash 'cause

the money was tight ♪

♪ I thank the lord when

every day was done ♪

♪ 'Cause times were

hard when I was young ♪

♪ I had to fight

for what I got ♪

♪ Sometimes I think I

didn't fight hard enough ♪

♪ I remember times

when food was scarce ♪

♪ Daddy saying son,

you gotta be tough ♪

♪ Everything I try

always seem to fail ♪

♪ It's all I can do

to stay out of jail ♪

♪ I can't forget while

I follow the sun ♪

♪ That times were hard

when I was young ♪

(men laugh)

- Why, you know, before

I let that marshal

out of that water trough,

why, he just swore up and

down he made a mistake.

(laughs)

- Any sign of them?

- No, not a damn thing.

(sniffs)

- Hot damn, boy,

don't you ever wash?

You smell worse

than some boar hog.

- You barrel-bellied bastard,

you don't smell like no

fresh jasmine yourself.

- Don't like your name-calling--

(gun fires)

- Settle down.

Both of you.

The first one swings

gets a hole in him.

We ain't out here for

no Sunday fish fry.

- You hit me in the ear again,

I'm gonna bust your ass!

(music box plays)

- Turn that fool thing off,

'fore I take it from you!

You put that gun away,

before you shoot yourself.

(gun fires)

- Tucker, what the hell's

going on down there?

- Oh, nothing.

Cawley just damn near

shot his foot off, is all.

Damn fool kid's been

nothing but trouble

ever since that Yankee prison.

- Well, you better

get him to shut up,

or I'm coming down there

to spill some guts!

- Now what in the

hell's wrong with you?

- You ain't getting it.

I'll kill you 'fore you get it.

My mama give this to me,

ain't nobody gonna

take it away from me.

- Oh, shut up,

you crazy bastard.

Don't try it, Billy.

I'd hate to have to kill you.

- Should not have said that.

My mama was a lady.

I had a daddy, too.

You just better remember that.

(laughs)

- What's so funny to you?

- You know, I'm sure gonna

have a case of sorries

for all them blue bellies

down in Gold Creek

when they don't have no spending

money come Saturday night.

(laughs)

- Well don't count

your chickens so fast,

we aint' got that payroll yet.

- Yeah, but we're gonna.

- Yeah, we ain't gonna get

the damn thing, neither,

if you two keep jaw jacking,

not tending to your business.

Now both of you, shut up!

- [Amison] Here they come!

(suspenseful music)

- Uh-uh, you ready?

- Yeah!

- Yeah.

- Yeah!

Whoa, whoa.

- Whoa!

Alright, alright, let's move it!

- Hey, mother nature

is a sergeant.

- Yeah, well I'll tell you,

I'd rather have

mother nature anytime.

- Alright, alright,

let's move the log,

we haven't got all damn day.

- Keep your stripes on, Sarge.

(gun fires)

- Hold it right there, Yankee!

Now step down real slow

and drop them guns.

(shouts battle cry)

(guns fire)

- I got you!

(guns fire)

- Get on back here!

(guns fire)

(soldiers shout)

(groans)

- Tucker!

Tucker, how's Cawley?

- He's still alive, but

his guts look mighty sick.

- You shouldn't have

shot that boy, Sergeant.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(laughs)

(gun fires)

- Great day in the morning!

That sure was some dandy

shooting over there!

- I bet you could've kept

him going another 15 yards

before he hit dirt! (laughs)

- Farrette, will you

quit your funning

and get the box

out of the wagon.

- You heard the boss, move!

- Aye.

- Be quick about it!

- Come here, Yankee!

(laughs)

- Please don't kill me!

I'll do anything, please!

- That's more like it.

Hey, what do you know?

I got me a crying

blue belly. (laughs)

Hey!

You got a key for

this here thing?

- No.

No, they keep it at the fort.

- The fort?

- Hey Barry, this baby

ain't got no key for it!

Now what am I gonna do?

- You know what the man said.

Hurry up, and be quick about it.

- Alright.

Come here.

Come here.

- No!

No. (cries)

- Billy Joe, what are you doing?

- I'm cutting the

chain off! (laughs)

- For God's sake.

(cries)

(laughs)

- One strongbox, compliments

of the Union Army.

(soldier sobs)

(laughs)

- Why didn't you

kill him, Billy Joe?

(cries)

- Farrette, let him go!

He won't make a mile.

(laughs)

- Come on out of here.

(laughs)

- He can't ride.

- Sure like to take this

young one with me, Amison.

- You know our law.

- Yep.

(coughs)

- You... (coughs)

You ain't gonna

leave me like this.

Please, please, Tuck.

Take me with you.

- I'm sorry, kid.

There ain't no way.

(gun fires)

- Come on, let's get

the hell out of here.

(laughs)

- Hey Sarge, what are we

gonna do with these prisoners?

- Well now, Crawford, you know

we don't take any prisoners.

(group hoots)

(guns fire)

(gun fires)

(group whoops gleefully)

- Hey, wait for me!

- Settle down, settle down.

- Tucker, let's go.

Take that out, boy, Tucker.

(energetic western music)

♪ Well there we were,

standing face to face ♪

♪ Don't know what

I shot him for ♪

♪ Was it hate or was it fate

♪ That started this war

♪ He could have been

a real good friend ♪

♪ But it was him or me

♪ Oh, I killed the

man, I killed the man ♪

♪ How can I be free

♪ Going back to Georgia

♪ I wanna see my baby

♪ I'm going back to Georgia

♪ I've been gone too long

♪ Going back to Georgia

♪ I wanna see my baby

♪ I'm going back to Georgia

♪ I've been gone too long

(horse whinnies)

- You really think the captain's

gonna be glad to see us?

- He better be, we've been

tracking him long enough.

- I don't know what

we need him for,

we've been doing alright.

- That's penny Andy stuff,

compared to what ahead of us.

Captain's the best

commander I knew in the war.

- Hey, I don't recollect you

ever liking Cain so much.

Just what you got on

your mind, Amison?

- Kind of a surprise.

- (laughs) Captain Cain.

Damn almighty, I remember

how he used to lead us

against them Yankees! (laughs)

- Yeah, Billy Joe, that

was a long time ago.

Just you don't

forget how he got out

of that damn Yankee

prison and we didn't.

- Well, you can bet he had

a good reason for that.

- Yeah, he damn well

did, lots of money!

- That ain't right, Farrette,

you talking about the

captain like that.

He's our leader.

- Yeah, was our

leader, is right.

- Just wait, Farrette,

the captain will ram them

words down your throat!

- Alright, come on, quit your

gumming, let's get at it.

Come on.

- Alright, Cain, here we come,

ready or not!

- Pa, Pa!

Pa!

Ma wants you to bring some

salt pork in from the shed.

- Oh, does she now, huh?

Well now, son.

Have you burned off supper?

- You bet, Ma's had me doing

girl's work, washing clothes.

- She has, now?

Well, we're gonna have

to talk to Ma about that.

I can't have my boy doing

girl's work, now can I?

- No, sir.

Ma says supper's almost ready.

- Oh yeah?

Listen, go on inside, tell your

mom I'll be along directly.

- Hi there, Captain.

- Well, I'll be.

Let's see now, last

time I saw all you boys,

you were in a Yankee prison.

- Well, they finally even

had to let us out. (laughs)

This is a mighty fine place

you got here, Captain.

Not quite as fancy as

what you had before,

but you don't mind if we

rest up a bit, do you?

- No, not at all.

Water's right over

yonder for the horses.

- Hey, Captain, you remember me?

- Oh yes, yes, I

remember you, Billy Joe,

and Tucker there, and Garret,

Crawford, Farrette, Brinson.

- I'd reckon we'd be

kinda hard to forget,

wouldn't we, Captain?

(group laughs)

- Say, seems to me there's

one of you fellows missing,

the young fellow,

what was his name?

- Oh, you mean Cawley.

- That's right, yes, Cawley.

- Well, I reckon you might say

he just had no guts for it.

- You bloodsucking bastard,

I wish it'd been you,

instead of that young one.

- I'm just gonna

give you the chance!

- Hey, hold it, Crawford,

Crawford, Tucker.

Come on, now, we're guests

of the good captain here.

We don't wanna insult

him by having no shootout

in the front yard.

- Just why did you

come here, Amison?

- Well, right now I'd

like to borrow some tools,

see if I can get this box open.

- Certainly, help yourself,

tools right over

yonder by the shed.

- Thank you, Captain.

- You're welcome.

(horse whinnies)

- [Farrette] Get up in here.

- Who were those men?

Couple of them look familiar.

- Oh, it's nothing

for you to worry

your pretty little

head about, honey,

they're just some boys

I knew a long time ago,

during the war.

- They gonna be here long?

- Why?

- Well, I thought I might cook

some extra food, you know.

- Well now, honey, you know

we don't have that much--

- Hush now.

You know we can't let

anyone go away hungry.

- Well, alright, you

do whatever you wish,

but you stay inside the

cabin, you understand?

- Anything you like.

- Alright, dear.

(laughs)

- Crawford, you selfish bastard.

(laughs)

- Well, I never.

- Well, I'll be a suck egg mule,

I don't think I can

count that high!

- It sure will be

fun trying, though.

- Look at all them

Yankee dollars. (laughs)

- Well, my woman's sure gonna

be glad to see me this time!

- Woo, man!

This is enough to start an army.

- Yeah, a whole army.

- You got something

on your mind, Sarge?

- We didn't ride no 30 miles

out of our way for

nothing, Crawford.

- You mean the captain?

- What about the captain?

- Well, with this money

and the captain leading us,

we can show them damn

Yankees we ain't licked yet.

(group whoops gleefully)

- [Billy] Here we go again!

- Yeah, but just

wait a minute, boys.

I think you're kinda

forgetting something.

- What's that?

- You know the captain didn't

greet us with no open arms.

- Yeah, I didn't see no

loving kisses on his face.

- Well, wait a minute, why you

wanna go talking like that?

You know the captain loves us.

We his men!

Why, shoot, he'd be proud to

fight for the south again.

- The south is dead, gentlemen.

- The south will never die!

- That's where you're wrong.

The old south is dead, if you

don't realize that by now,

you're bigger fools

than I thought you were.

- I don't follow you, Captain.

- How many men were killed

when you stole that money?

- Well, I don't know,

three or four, maybe.

- Only four, huh?

- Well hell, Captain,

they's just Yankees!

- Alright.

Go on, now, pick up that

money and get on out of here.

- Hey, hold on, Captain Cain.

- I'm not a captain any longer.

- We didn't ride 30 miles

out here to open that box.

- Why did you ride

out here, Amison?

- To ask you to join us.

With that money

and you leading us,

why, we can build an army.

Our army.

- Yeah.

Yeah, be just like

old times, Captain,

riding and shooting

and everything!

- I'm all through with

violence, Billy Joe.

I have a home here

now, and my family.

- Well, hell, Tucker's got a

woman, too, don't you, Tuck?

And your family can stay down

Cripple Creek with Tucker's,

and they could be

company while we soldier.

- That's not soldiering,

Billy Joe, that's plundering.

You're not talking

about an army,

you're talking about

a band of outlaws.

- I don't remember

you minding it so much

when we was called

Cain's Cutthroats.

- Ah, you just don't

understand, do you?

Now listen to me, men.

You were all good soldiers

once, yes, you were the best.

We fought for a noble

cause, we fought hard,

but we lost, and that's that.

And now there is no more

Confederacy or cause.

- The hell there ain't.

They're gonna pay

plenty for this.

I've been waiting a long

time, and now it's right.

With that money, we can get even

with those blue belly bastards.

- That's just what I'm

talking about, Amison.

You don't want a cause,

you want revenge.

- That ain't no

way to talk, Cain,

after what we been

through together.

- Now listen to me, please, men.

Why don't you just rest up

here a while, feed your horses,

and I'll have some wife

rustle up some grub for you,

and then you can be on your way.

- So you won't lead us?

- No.

- Then you must be against us.

- Hey, wait, Captain!

Captain, with you

leading us again...

Hey, you remember

how you took care

of them blue bellies

in Hayesville, huh?

Rolled a whole barrel of

powder down on them, and pow!

Pieces of Yankee

all over the place!

- Yes, I remember, Billy Joe.

- We get new uniforms and

we make you a general.

Yeah, a real, live general.

- Look at yourself.

Why, you haven't even

washed the blood off yet.

- I'm sorry, Captain,

but it's the only way I could

get the chain off his arm.

Captain.

- Take your hands off me,

you simple little bastard!

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, now Captain, you

should not have said that.

I think the world of you,

but you shouldn't be

calling me no bastard.

- He's called you that

more than once, Billy Joe.

You gonna let him

get away with that?

- I ain't no bastard.

My mama was a lady.

- Oh, Billy Joe, the high and

mighty captain thinks you was.

Yes, sir, you know, Billy?

Captain thinks she was just

like one of his field hens.

- Justice, what's the matter?

What do these men want?

- Never mind, never mind,

now you get on back in

the house, hurry up.

- Get back in the cabin, woman,

we got business out here.

- Now listen, men,

this is my wife.

- Well now, I'll be damned

if that ain't Angie.

Say, wasn't she your

wife's house gal

down on your pa's plantation?

(laughs)

- A nigger!

Our high and mighty captain

has married a nigger!

Well now, I'll be!

If that don't beat

all I've ever seen.

- Well, no wonder he

was trying to hide her.

- Yeah, he had to

bring her way out here,

so he could hide his

hired yellow gal.

- Hey Billy Joe, I think the

captain owes us an explanation,

especially since he

called you a bastard.

- Please, Amison, for God's

sake, leave us in peace.

I don't owe anybody

any explanation.

- The hell you don't.

You called me a bastard.

I would've died for you.

I would've walked through

the gates of Hell.

All you had to do was ask me.

And then you had to

call me a bastard!

(groans)

- Get out of here, nigger!

- Stand him up, stand him up!

Stand him up!

I wanna see why you

won't go with us.

Wanna make a stake

for yourself, huh?

Wanna be a pansy.

Aw, what's wrong, nigger?

- No!

- Am I messing up your lover?

(laughs)

- Ah, get her up here.

- You white trash!

(groups laughs)

(screams)

- Get up, you nigger!

Hey, look at that!

- Yeah.

- Tie the good captain

to the hitching post.

- Alright.

- Yeah.

- Tucker, take care

of this nigger girl.

(laughs)

Oh, Billy Joe, no.

- Get out of my way!

- Please, please.

- I'm gonna kill him!

- Please listen

to me, Billy Joe.

- He said bad things

about my mama.

Now you heard him!

- I know, I know.

Why don't you get some

water and throw it on him,

so it'll cool him down and

tighten him up at the same time.

- Hey boy!

- Mom!

Mom!

- Hold still, boy.

- Mom!

- Isn't that pretty?

- [Tucker] (laughs) Yeah.

- (laughs) Yeah!

What you donna do, Sarge?

- I'm gonna teach him a lesson.

- You gonna take his gal?

- No, we're all gonna get her.

(group laughs)

Hey, how you like

that, nigger lover!

- For God's sake, Amison!

I'm begging you,

please, leave her alone!

- Would you listen to that?

Our high and mighty

captain is begging.

- Mom, no!

- [Amison] Bring him over

here where she can see him.

- Ah, there he is! (laughs)

- Mom!

- Not the boy!

- Mom!

- Well maybe if you see him,

you won't fight so hard.

- Mom!

Mom!

- You and the young one

won't get killed, huh?

- Mom!

(group laughs)

- Mom!

Mom!

- Yeah.

Yeah, go, Sarge!

- Mom!

- Yeah.

I like that.

- I'm gonna kill

every last one of you!

I promise you, I'm

gonna kill you!

(group laughs)

- Farrette, shut him up.

- You dirty rat!

(groans)

(western music)

- Oh, that's better, nigger.

(group guffaws)

- Stump her one for

old Jefferson Davis.

- [Farrette] Get her, Sarge.

Get that rebel humper.

- No!

(group laughs)

- [Farrette] Hold still, boy.

- [Brinson] That's

better than them old gals

down in the corner!

- [Amison] Give

it to me, nigger.

- No.

Oh, no.

- [Farrette] Get her, Sarge.

You really got some

style! (laughs)

- [Tucker] Yeah,

work out, Sarge.

(Angie cries)

- [Jodie] Mom, Mom!

- [Farrette] Hold still, boy.

(sobs)

(group laughs)

Get her, Sarge.

Get her, come on, Sarge.

- [Angie] No.

- [Farrette] Hold still, boy.

Go on, now!

- Mom!

- [Amison] Go on, Billy Joe.

It's your turn.

- You're dead, Amison, dead!

I promise you, you're dead!

- Ah, shut up, family man.

- [Farrette] Yeah,

nigger family! (laughs)

- [Jodie] Mom!

- Did he hurt you?

I don't wanna hurt you.

No!

He didn't hurt you.

You liked it from him.

You liked it from him, but

you don't like it from me.

You don't want me.

Tell me you don't want me.

Tell me!

(screams)

You!

(screams)

Ow!

- I'll see you in Hell,

you little bastard.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- My God, Billy Joe.

- You're gonna kill him.

- [Farrette] My God.

Burn it!

- [Amison] Brinson,

get the kerosine.

Farrette!

- Get it.

- Throw this way up in

there, I'll get the horses!

- Come on, boy, come on!

Let's go.

- [Amison] Hurry up, Brinson!

That a boy, let's go.

- Come on, get in there.

- Come on!

(group hoots)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- For the trumpet shall sound,

and the dead shall be

raised incorruptible,

and we shall be changed.

For this corruptible

must put on incorruption,

and this mortal must

put on immortality.

So when this corruption shall

have put on incorruption,

and this mortal shall

have put on immortality,

then shall be brought to pass

the saying that is written,

death is swallowed

up in victory.

Oh death, where is thy sting?

Oh grave, where is they victory?

But thanks be to God, which

giveth us the victory,

to our lord, Jesus Christ.

(solemn music)

Oh lord, we beseech thee,

take into thy merciful care

the souls of this

woman and this child.

To wait thy good times,

until the raising of the

dead on the last day.

We therefore commit these

bodies to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope

of the resurrection

to eternal life.

Whoa there, son.

You'll start bleeding again.

You know, if that ball

had been a hair closer,

you'd be a dead man.

- Did you...

- Yes, yes.

I gave them a proper

service from the book.

- (sniffs) I want, I wanted...

- No, no.

Better you remember

them the way they were,

not that way.

- So help me God,

I'll kill them.

I'll kill every

last one of them!

- Vengeance is

mine, said the lord.

He will seek out your

enemies and smite them down.

- Well the lord will have

to get there before I do.

- You're in no shape

to move anywhere, son.

- Oh, I gotta.

(thunder rumbles)

- [Preacher] Get

up, get up, get up!

(lightning cracks)

Here you are, son.

Now hold on, son,

the body needs nourishment

if it's gonna heal.

- I don't need any food.

Killing is the only thing

that's gonna heal me.

- Now it seems to

me a man needs more

than just a pair of

legs to go on the trail.

Oh, I looked all over

your place yesterday, son.

Appears to me

that's all you got.

- Well, let's get going.

- Oh, no, I gotta follow

me calling elsewhere.

I can't deviate from the

course plotted by the lord.

- Not even to track down killers

like Amison and that bunch?

- I shall love thy

neighbor as thy...

Amison?

Did you say Amison?

Calder Amison?

- Yeah.

Amison, Tucker,

Farrette, Crawford.

- Hold on there, son, hold on.

Oh, hey.

Calder Amison, wanted

for robbery, murder,

and you name it.

$1,500, dead or alive, yeah.

Let's see, Walter Crawford,

Billy Joe Mason, Cain's...

- Who are you, anyway?

- Oh, excuse me.

I didn't introduce myself.

Simms, Preacher Simms,

servant of the lord.

- A preacher, huh?

With wanted posters?

- Well, not ordained,

exactly, but close to it.

Sorta called to the cloth.

- Why the posters?

- Well, I sorta mix vocations,

a shepherd of the

flock, a hunter of men.

- Oh, a bounty hunter, huh?

- Well, for lack

of a better word.

Matter of fact, I've been

tracking Amison and his gang

for quite some time.

Wish I could've

been a mite sooner.

- Good, we could track

them down together.

- We?

Oh, I'm sorta spoiled

for working alone.

I appreciate the offer, though.

- There are six

of them, you know.

- Six of them?

The odds are kinda grim.

- Now listen, they served

under me during the war.

I know them inside and out,

how they think, how

they move, everything.

- Just what kind of a

split did you have in mind?

- Split?

Oh, you mean money?

You think I want money?

- Well, the thought occurred.

- Oh.

I don't want money.

All I want is to see every

last one of them dead.

- Well, I don't see any reason

why we should

hesitate any longer.

That is, if you

feel up to moving.

- Don't you worry about me.

You know, we've been on

this trail a long while now,

we haven't gotten any

closer to them yet.

- Patience, son, patience,

the race is not to the swift,

nor the battle to the strong.

Ecclesiastes, nine 11.

- Alright, you can

skip the sermon.

- Liquor and tobacco, the

stepchildren of Satan.

Rejoice in the

benevolence of God!

We should be on them

before nightfall.

- How do you know?

- Now who do you suppose

threw away that cigar butt?

Amison!

You forget, I've been doing

this quite a few years.

Son, you got any

ideas how an invalid

and an old man like me is gonna

take on six armed killers?

- Sure, catch them with

their britches down.

- Amen.

A life for a life, an eye for

an eye, a tooth for a tooth,

a hand for a hand, arm for

an arm, a foot for a foot.

Just one favor, brother Cain.

- Yeah?

- Don't mutilate the heads.

- What do you mean?

- Well, simple, how

is poster money paid?

- You just bring in a

criminal or his body

to the authorities, I reckon.

- Uh-huh, long as it

can be recognized.

But experience has taught

me it ain't necessary

to bring in the whole body.

Long as they recognize the

face, I can collect the money.

- You mean you just

take in the heads?

- Notice that barrel on

the side of the wagon?

- Yeah.

- Salt brine, preserves

things quite a while.

- You mean you got

some in there now?

- Three of them.

(chuckles)

- Giddy up!

- Say, did I ever

tell you fellas

about me and that

marshal over in Coonskin?

- Yeah, yeah.

- Many times, Crawford.

(giggles)

- Well did I ever tell

you what about the--

- We heard that one, too.

- Ah, I know I didn't

tell you one about me

and that great big old

washtub-sized whore

down there in Macon.

- Yes you did, Crawford.

- [Crawford] Damn, I could've

sworn I never told that one.

- Hey Sarge!

Where'd you get that liquor,

you been holding out on us?

- Hell no, I've been saving it.

Here's to ex-Captain Cain,

late of Greenfield Mansion

in the best 2,000 acres

of bottomland in Alabama.

(group laughs)

It's a celebration!

Tomorrow, we're gonna

go into Gold Creek

and spend some of them Yankee

dollars and have a good time.

- Hot damn, I'm

gonna see my woman!

I'm so full I'm about to

spill me all over! (laughs)

- Say, you still got

that whore hid out

in that cabin of yours?

- Listen, you keep your slimy,

fat ass mouth shut

about my woman,

or I'm gonna cram my fist

right down your throat!

- I'm gonna bust

your head wide open,

you snake-eyed, fat-bellied--

(gun fires)

- Now come on, this is

no time for fighting,

it's time for celebrating!

Come on, pass that jug around!

(laughs)

- Boy, that sure is good liquor.

Come on, man!

(wolf howls)

- Could be coyotes.

Maybe Indians.

But ain't nobody

out here, except us.

(group laughs)

- Hey Brinson, where you going?

- Going to take care

of some private.

- Don't wander too far.

(plays harmonica)

(coughs)

- Crawford, you better go

see what happened to Brinson.

- Aw Sarge, why me?

I ain't got no privates

to take care of!

Man, he's always got me

doing something like this.

(suspenseful music)

(chokes)

- You're mighty brave

with women and children,

aren't you, Brinson, huh?

You can't scream, huh?

Go ahead, go ahead, fight it.

You'll just break

quicker and easier.

(neck snaps)

- It's Cain!

(horn blows)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(man shouts)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- Well, Brother Cain,

so much for your highly

technical military tactic.

- Well, we got two

of them, anyway.

- A man's work is never done.

- What'd you find out?

- Pretty profitable

night, Brother Cain.

The lord taketh and

the lord giveth.

About 2,000 worth.

What'd you say?

- I said what'd you find out?

- Oh, well it seems

two of them on horse

are headed southwest,

and one to the south.

That's in the direction

of Gold Creek,

the Sodom and

Gomorrah of the west.

- And what about the other one?

- The other one's

headed northwest,

in the direction

of Cripple Creek.

- Cripple Creek.

That must be Tucker.

We'll pick him up and

trail the others later.

That suit you?

- The lord goes

before us by day,

in a pillar of cloud

to lead the way,

and by night in a pillar

of fire, to give us light.

Exodus, 13.

- Exodus, 13.

(suspenseful music)

(gun cocks)

(gun fires)

(screams)

Shut up.

- For God's sake, who are you?

- Justice Cain.

- The captain?

(door closes)

- Sorry, preacher, he

went before he cameth.

- Brother Cain, I

distinctly asked you

not to mutilate the head.

Neither death nor life, nor

angels, nor principalities,

nor powers, nor things

present, nor things to come,

nor height, nor depth,

nor any other creature

shall be able to separate

us from the love of God,

which is in Christ

Jesus, our lord.

We therefore commit

this body to the ground.

Earth to earth, ashes

to ashes, dust to dust,

in sure and certain hope

of the resurrection

to eternal life.

Amen.

Care to participate, Brother?

Not very Christian

of you, Brother Cain.

- Nor hypocritical.

- It won't stay down.

My dealing's with

the evil in a man.

Once the evil's removed,

my duty is to commend

his soul to the almighty.

- You got room for a passenger?

- You know, we're not

touring the countryside

for pleasure, Mrs. Tucker.

- I'm not his missus.

- Jezebel.

All wickedness is but little

to the wickedness of a woman,

Ecclesiastes, 25 19.

- [Rita] I can cook.

- I ain't heard no

complaints about mine.

- I'm sure that there are other

things I could do for you.

(laughs)

- Don't you realize what

I've just done in there?

- Sure, you blew

Tucker's head off.

- You don't have to remind me.

- He had it coming.

- Ah, sure, sure, I know, but

there's so many other ways.

- Well, do I go with you?

- I can't see it, Brother Cain.

I usually find women

to be a hindrance.

- I know where Amison is.

- Where?

- I know, that's

enough for right now.

- How do you know?

- Tucker had a big mouth, and

he was in a hurry to meet him.

- Where is he?

Where is he?

- I learned a long time ago

not to give things away.

You wanna know where he

is, you have to pay for it.

- You mean you want a

ride out of here, huh?

- That's right.

- 1,500's a lot, brother.

Perhaps we were a bit

hasty in deciding.

- Come on.

(melancholy western music)

- Giddy up!

- Ho, ho!

- Well, what's the trouble?

- [Cain] There's no trouble,

we've just come to

a fork in the road.

Well, which way do we go?

- [Simms] Well, where

does that road lead?

- To where you can find Amison.

- You're not too free with

your information, are you?

- Insurance, Mr.

Cain, insurance.

If you knew exactly where to go,

I might not be

along for this ride.

- It's not Mr. Cain.

Call me Justice.

- They call me Rita.

- And one other thing.

I'm sorry about the way

I treated you earlier.

- Like I said, you

had your reasons.

- Giddy up!

(gun fires)

- Damn!

You crazy bastard!

- Who'd you think it was?

The boogie man or

Captain Cain? (laughs)

- You gonna get killed that way.

- What you gonna do,

look me to death?

I got your rifle right here.

Anyway, you wouldn't

have know it,

even if it would've

been the captain.

- A man's got a right to sleep.

- Yeah, well, we

wouldn't be in this fix

if you'd have made

sure about him!

- I thought he was dead.

- Yeah, he's the most livingest

white man I ever seen.

And you know he's out

to get us, all of us.

And he sure knows

how to do it, too.

Yes, sir, you know, I wonder

what happened to old Crawford.

It wasn't no shotgun got him.

- Ah, shut up.

- No, siree.

You know the old captain,

he kinda sneak around

as quiet as a mouse.

(laughs)

- I won't tell you again,

shut up!

- Oh, evening, Captain.

(gun fires)

Drop the rifle,

nice and easy like.

- What the hell do you want?

- I want my money.

- I should've figured it.

- Well now, ain't no

need you carrying more

than your share, now is it?

- I reckon you can

go take it all.

- Ain't give it much

thought before now.

- Go ahead, go on and

enjoy spending it.

- What makes you think

I'm gonna leave you here

to come hunt me down?

- Not me, it's Cain.

Every time you spend a dollar,

you're gonna have to

look over your shoulder.

- Got something on

your mind, Amison?

- Uh-huh.

You brought me to my senses.

Listen, I won't deny it,

you scared me plenty.

- Did sorta look

that way. (guffaws)

You said you had

something on your mind.

What is it?

- You know, ever stop to figure

that Captain Cain's

so busy hunting us

that he wouldn't

notice us hunting him?

- Well, you know he

ain't by his self.

Somebody got Brinson, too.

- Maybe that's to our advantage.

- Now how you figuring that?

- Well, they're too confident.

By the time they get to

noticing us hunting them,

we can be on top of

them, and it's too late.

- I don't know.

Oh, well.

Alright, when do we start?

- Just as soon as you put

that cannon away, there.

(laughs)

- Excuse me.

- I'd like to--

- I better see if the

preacher needs any help.

- Whoa.

- What's the problem?

- No problem.

Matilda here has been

pulling more of a load

than she's used to,

she needs a rest.

- Way out here?

- Nope, I just

give her her head,

she'll find the right place.

- There's some water

right over there.

(horse whinnies)

- Now look what you did.

You went and hurt

Matilda's feelings!

She would've found

it on her own.

(melancholy western music)

(chuckles)

I see you ain't dead, after all.

- What are you talking about?

You got a dirty

mind for a preacher.

- You're gonna preach,

you gotta know the

good from the evil.

The lips of a strange

woman are like a honeycomb,

and their mouth is

smoother than oil,

but her end is

bitter as wormwood,

sharp as a two-edge sword.

Proverbs, five three.

Course, I don't say

you ain't got a right

to your own thoughts. (laughs)

- Well never mind my thoughts,

you just tend that skillet.

- Now what's the matter?

- Look over yonder.

It looks like you

could've been right!

- [Amison] Yeah.

- You know, if that

is the captain,

and he was afraid of

us hunting him down,

sure would have no fire

going, now would he?

- Well, let's just go over

there and see if it is him.

- Come on, giddy up.

- Hey, would you look at that?

- And what do you know,

there's Tucker's woman.

You can bet one thing,

old Tucker wasn't in no

shape to argue when she left.

(gun cocks)

- Hey, wait a minute!

Wait a minute, I

got a better idea.

- Where'd you get that?

- I had it since the

bank job at Four Corners.

(gun fires)

(bomb explodes)

(yelps)

(screams)

- Get back!

(gun fires)

- What was that?

- Sure wasn't

anything God wrought.

- Hey man, what'd

you do that for?

- Well, I didn't really

seem fond of your plan.

- We gotta get out of here.

- I'll look and see if we

can still get the wagon out.

- No, no, don't, that's

just what they want.

- Who's they?

- We'll sure as

hell soon find out.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

Damn, I must be getting

rusty, Yankee rifle, too.

- One thing, we

ain't surrounded.

- The best way I can

figure, there's two of them.

- Well?

- Well, what?

- Well, seems to

me we got ourselves

between a rock and a hard place.

- Any suggestions?

- Well, you're the soldier.

- Well, you're

the bounty hunter.

- True, true, but I ain't had

much experience being hunted.

(gun fires)

- Well, you could

make a suggestion.

- Well I could, if I was up

yonder and they was down here.

- Alright, we'll

have to wait here.

- Well, Jezebel.

Gird up now they

loins, like a man.

Job, 38 two.

(gun fires)

- (laughs) If that

don't beat all.

(laughs)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- Your idea ain't

working so good.

- Well, we got them

pinned down, don't we?

- Yeah, but they got

more food and water

and everything than we got.

(gun fires)

- Well, it's not over

yet, just stay ready.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

Captain!

Hey, Captain, come out

where we can see you!

- I'll see you, Amison, dead!

- Hey Captain, I see you

got yourself another woman!

I can tell you one

thing for sure,

she ain't as tender as your

nigger gal is! (laughs)

Hey, there he goes!

(gun fires)

- Damn!

I missed him.

He's luckier than

any man I ever known.

You know, Amison, wouldn't

be such a bad idea

to get the hell outta here

about right along now.

- Nah, just stay put.

He's not gonna be

so lucky next time.

- Hey, hey, looky there.

Ain't that Tucker's

girl cutting out?

- [Amison] Yeah.

- Damn, she sure does run funny.

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

God almighty!

Where'd that come from?

- It looks like we're

caught in the crossfire.

- What we gonna do?

- Not much we can do.

Just sit here and wait

for them to pick us off.

- Is that all you do

is light that cigar?

- My last one.

- You know, it might work.

- What's that?

- Give me your coat

and get that rifle.

(gun fires)

- What makes you think the

captain's gonna fall for that?

- 'Cause the captain is an

officer and a gentleman,

and he plays by the rules.

Hey, Captain!

Captain, I got a

proposition for you!

- What's on your mind, Amison?

- We got Billy Joe over here,

he's got a bullet in him!

You want for him

to bleed to death?

He's the one that

shot your young one.

Okay, Farrette.

- Man, you must think I'm crazy,

I ain't going out

there and get shot.

(gun cocks)

- You're gonna go,

one way or the other.

- What'd you say you

want me to tell the man?

- Just tell him we got

Billy Joe over here.

We'll trade him for

a six hour start.

And while you're jawing at

him, I'll lay one into him,

then we'll both take

care of the old man.

- Yeah, but what if he

don't fall for it, Amison?

- Then we're both dead.

(groans)

- Captain!

Captain Cain!

I'm coming out, don't shoot!

(suspenseful music)

- Farette, you're one of

the best men I ever knew.

(gun fires)

(shouts)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

- Thank God you're safe.

Farrette.

You can't do that.

Look, you can't leave him here.

Help me get him into the wagon.

- Here.

(cries in pain)

Come on, get up, get up.

(groans)

- I must apologize

for my bad shooting.

I was girding up my loins, and

they caught me with my pants,

with my skirt up.

(laughs)

- Girding up his loins.

- Oh.

Excuse me, Jezebel.

(laughs)

- Thank you.

Where's the preacher?

- Scouting for Amison.

- Farrette?

- I bandaged him,

he needs a doctor.

- So?

- We gotta get him

to Gold Creek now.

- Why?

- Because he'll die.

- That's his damn problem.

- What is this hellish

grudge you've got

for Amison and his men?

- You heard what

Amison said about me.

Yeah, you heard him.

Yeah, she was part nigger.

She was my wife's servant.

Just like one of the family.

While I was away in

the war, fighting,

my wife died in childbirth.

I come back,

everything was gone.

Burned.

Just Angie, Angie and the boy.

As far as the boy knew,

Angie was his mother.

So I married her.

I headed west.

I thought I could...

I thought I could build a new

life for that boy and woman.

And then Amison

came with that gang.

They raped that poor woman.

Killed her, burned my home down.

They killed my son.

- What happened?

- He just told me what

happened to his family.

- Oh.

- He'll be back.

- I hope so.

I lost Amison's track.

He may still be around.

(whimsical western music)

(owl hoots)

- I'm sorry that I lied

to you about Amison.

Tucker never said

anything to me.

He just came and took

me, like he always did.

Preacher was right,

I'm a jezebel.

He could see it.

From saloon to saloon,

from one man to another.

- Come on, hey.

- No, let me finish.

Then Tucker came.

He offered me a way

out, and I took it.

Then you came.

You looked like a...

So I'm sorry.

- Oh, dear.

- And the lord caused a deep

sleep to fall upon Adam,

and he slept, and he

took one of his ribs,

and closed up instead

the flesh thereof.

And of the rib which the

lord God took from man,

he made a woman.

Bone of his bone, and

flesh of his flesh.

- You haven't talked all day.

- You murderer.

- You mean him?

- Men, you're worse than wolves.

At least they kill to eat.

- He fell off the wagon.

Listen, he's lucky,

he died in his sleep.

- You're lying.

You weren't lying

last night, were you?

You know, about us

going to California?

You and me?

- No.

But only after I'm finished.

- Amison and Billy Joe.

Killing them won't bring

Angie and Jodie back.

What's happened is

done, it's finished.

- Not yet.

- Well, can't you let

the law do it for you?

- I'll do it my own way.

- Aw, Justice!

- And the lord set

a mark upon Cain,

lest any finding

him should kill him.

And Cain went out from

the presence of the lord,

and dwelt in the land of

Nod, on the east of Eden.

(plays "Camptown Races")

(laughs)

- Oh, okay, Billy, how about

buying ourselves another drink?

- (laughs) Honey, I'll

buy you the whole saloon.

Woo!

Give me a drink.

- Oh, Billy!

- Takes money to

drink here, Reb.

- Alright.

I'll tell you what,

Yankee, you do the pouring,

and this here rebel will

do the paying, alright?

(laughs)

- It's gonna cost

you extra, alright?

(moans)

- Fire one!

(laughs)

- Billy!

(screams)

- Hey.

- Hey!

Billy.

- Gin.

Hey, wait.

Hey, you take care

of my money, Yankee!

- Don't you worry about it, Reb.

- [Zelda] Zelda likes.

("Camptown Races" plays)

Do you like Zelda, huh?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Upsy-daisy. (laughs)

Oh, Billy.

(chuckles)

- Don't touch that.

- Okay.

I was only kidding you.

Don't get mad.

Billy, don't get mad.

(laughs)

(moans)

(moans)

- Stop!

Don't do that.

- Oh. (laughs)

Billy, come on.

Make love to Zelda,

be a good boy.

- Mama?

Mama.

You like me, don't you, Mama?

I won't tell nobody.

(giggles)

- What the...

What's wrong with you?

Don't you act like a man?

- Mama, don't.

Don't.

Mama.

- Get out.

Get out of here, you bastard!

(suspenseful music)

- You don't like me.

You never did like me.

No girl ever did like me,

even my mama didn't like me!

She said I was a--

(screams)

(shouts)

(shrieks)

(moans)

(suspenseful music)

(screams)

- Billy Joe.

- No.

Justice, don't!

- You can't stop him, woman.

- But...

- Thy will be done, on

Earth, as it is in Heaven.

- [Cain] Billy.

Billy Joe.

- Captain?

Hey.

Hey Captain.

They're after me, Captain.

Yankees all over the place, sir.

Any orders?

(gun fires)

(woman screams)

(gun fires)

(cries in pain)

(gun fires)

(dog howls)

(cries in pain)

Captain Cain?

Please, Captain.

Why?

Why you shoot me

like this, Captain?

It ain't right, Captain.

It just ain't right.

The others, Captain.

We gotta get the

rest of the men.

The Yankees got Sarge!

We gotta go get him.

- We'll get them, we'll

get them, Billy Joe.

We'll get them together.

You and me, together.

(cries in pain)

- Mama!

Mama, it hurts me!

- Amison, where is he?

Where is he, Billy Joe?

Where's Amison, where's Amison?

- Yankees, they're gonna

kill him, we don't hurry.

- Hurry where, where?

Where is he, where's Amison?

Where is he?

- Captain...

It's all running

out of me, Captain.

It's all running--

(whimpers)

- If you don't

tell me, Billy Joe,

you're gonna be in

a lot of trouble.

Where is he?

Amison, Amison.

- Pa...

(groans)

(music box plays)

- Why didn't you

kill him like a man?

- She's got a point, son.

It ain't natural.

The ways of the

lord are strange.

He works his miracles

in wondrous ways.

You seek the wind, you'll

find the whirlwind.

- What the hell are

you talking about?

- I mean, son, the point

of your revenge is passed.

Now it's lust.

The lust for killing.

- Lust for killing?

Lust for killing? (scoffs)

Well you got some right to talk.

At least I don't

go riding around

with a barrel full of heads

floating in salt brine!

- It could be I'm wrong, son,

but I have kept it clean.

At least they died like men.

May the lord be with

you, Brother Cain,

'cause if he isn't,

you'll ride alone.

Giddy up!

Come on, come on!

- [Commander] Detail,

forward, half right, ha!

Detail, halt!

- Take the patch off.

Got a light, blue belly?

- Pick a post.

- Amison!

- Well, if it isn't our high

and mighty Captain Cain.

The Yankees are

about to deprive you

of a particular pleasure.

- That's right, Amison!

- Well, it's a good captain.

This is Captain Justice

Cain of Cain's Cutthroats,

in the late Confederate Army.

He's a hell of a man in a scrap,

but he married a nigger bitch,

one his daddy used to hump

back on the plantation.

She wasn't such a bad hump,

either, was she, Captain?

- Damn you, Amison, shut up!

(chuckles)

- Well, you got all

of them, Captain.

All of them but me.

I may be fixing to die,

but I'll die knowing

you didn't get me.

(chuckles)

- Detail!

(drum rolls)

(laughs)

- Prepare to fire!

Ready!

Aim!

Fire!

(guns fire)

- No, no!

(gun fires)

- Detail, recover, ha!

Hut, ha!

Break rank, ha!

(energetic western music)

♪ War is Hell, few survive

♪ And no one ever wins

♪ But hate and greed

will sow the seed ♪

♪ When will it ever end

♪ Going back to Georgia

♪ I've been gone too long