Highway 395 (2000) - full transcript
In the Californian desert, Sheriff Wade has to deal with drug couriers on Highway 395, a criminal releasing from jail and a serial killer.
[dramatic theme music]
[dog barking]
[semi truck horn honking]
[horse neighing]
[dramatic music]
- [Sim] Against the darkness.
[gentle music]
Hey Rawley.
- Hey Sim.
- How was your ride?
- Beautiful.
[dog barking]
A little hot.
- Walking dog.
How'd that guy do?
- Oh Jessie was great.
Still chasing rabbits.
- She's be getting a little old
to still be doing that.
- No, no, he's just fine.
- It's good to have you up here Rawley.
- Good to be here Sim.
- All right buddy, later, take care.
- You too.
See you buddy.
[upbeat dramatic music]
[slow music]
[car engine revving]
[upbeat rock music]
[heavy metal music]
[birds squawking]
[mysterious music]
[loud crashing]
- Where's our friend?
Habla ingles?
[heavy metal music]
Andale.
[gun firing]
[booming explosion]
[heavy metal music]
- Oh fuck!
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!
[engine revving]
Fuck!
Oh what the?
- Shut it off!
- What?
- I said shut it off.
Get out.
Lay your arms on the roof.
On the roof.
- It's hot, come on.
[mysterious music]
- Says you're the one that
brings him his comida.
- Look, I wasn't speeding, all right?
- Now or an hour ago?
Probably don't know anything
about that meth cabin
out there, do you?
- No, no sir.
- Rod Major, you Rupert's brother?
- Yes sir.
- Sit over there for me, will you?
What is this, Rod?
About a double D?
- Yeah, what no?
I don't know okay.
- You don't wear this stuff do you?
- No sorry, I don't.
- All right, I'm letting you go.
- Huh?
- Yeah, I'm letting you go Rod.
I want you to shag your
ass back to Nevada.
I don't wanna see you around here anymore,
you understand me?
- Yes sir.
- Git.
- Yes sir.
Okay, all right, thank you sir.
- Rod?
If you're following in
your brother's footsteps
you're heading in the
right direction, son.
[car engine roaring]
[heavy metal music]
[thunder rumbling]
[jazzy music]
♪ I used to be such a sweet sweet thing ♪
♪ Til they got ahold of me ♪
♪ I opened doors for little old ladies ♪
♪ I helped the blind to see ♪
♪ I got no friends ♪
♪ 'cause they read the papers ♪
♪ They can't be seen with me ♪
♪ And I'm getting you shot down ♪
♪ And I'm feeling me ♪
♪ No more mr. Nice guy ♪
[knocking on door]
- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm Rod Major.
Violet sent me.
You must be Lew Grade?
- Where the hell is Leonard?
I don't like no snot nosed kid.
- It's cool, all right?
Violet sent me.
- You said that.
- Right.
Well you know I'm not exactly sure
where Leonard is.
- I don't give a shit where Leonard is.
You just give me the crank, asshole.
See I've been sitting
in this god damn heat
for two and a half fucking hours.
- Okay.
Well you know I'm not exactly sure
how to tell you this, but--
- You don't have the meth, do you?
- Look, he burnt our cabin down.
- Fucking idiot.
- Well hold a second.
- You shut the fuck up.
You god damn fucking Majors.
You're all a bunch of god damn
genetic cul-de-sac assholes.
You can't even do one simple thing, man.
We're in the middle of nowhere!
You fucking moron.
- We are not morons.
- Listen to me you little fucking punk.
I love to kill,
but I don't like to dig the holes.
So you run on home to
Violet and you tell her
business is closed.
You ain't shipping on
this highway no more.
It's over.
[jazzy music]
You don't believe me,
ask your fucking brother Rupert.
You idiots are done.
♪ I got a bad reputation ♪
[semi engine revving]
- Fuck!
Fuck!
- [Man] Hell of a fish.
Still can't believe we caught it.
He Rich, look, here comes Rawley.
[CB radio chatter]
[horn honking]
- [Woman] We've got a
713 over at intersection
of 270 and 395.
Please be on route, over.
- [Man] 10 four, I'm now
over heading south on 182
about two miles from the target location.
Seems an elk has been hit
and it's a big congestion up ahead.
Please leave to take a call, over.
- [Woman] 10 four.
[knocking on door]
- Rawley's here.
- That's great, let's get into it boys.
- Sheriff, can we go
back up there with you?
- Absolutely, I appreciate it, Mr.?
- Andy, Andy Maynard.
We must have gone five
miles before we dared
to get out to take a whiz.
- Good thinking.
Come on boys.
Hey son.
- Hey, you going fishing?
- They saw some cats up
at the Bridgeport meadow.
It's something they think might be a body.
- A body?
- From Rosita.
- Karen, do me a favor would you?
Try and locate McGill's
mother down in San Salvador.
Contact Vicker Jeff down at INS
and make sure they follow this thing
all the way through for me.
- I'll take care of it.
- Karen?
Thank you.
- Hey, what do you say,
take a ride up to the
Bridgeport meadow with me?
- Yeah sure, Jack.
- Let's go boys.
[mysterious music]
- Oh take a look here.
- Ken and Richard.
Nothing better to do.
[indistinct chatter]
- Yeah, there he is.
Ken, Richard stay right there.
- [Man] Stay right there, do not move.
[shouting]
- Go on, get out of here!
- My God, son.
[indistinct mumbling]
- [Man] What is it sherif?
- The Dad.
- Richard, Ken please.
- Only they could be anybody.
You know, these folks could be from
one of these cabins.
[upbeat drumming music]
- [Man] That son of a
bitch, where the hell.
Third god damn...
[engine humming]
[rock music]
- Hey Howard, Hal.
- Show up on time.
[dog barking]
[indistinct mumbling]
- Hey Mr. Quintana.
- I don't want you
around here anymore Rod.
My business does not run on your hours.
- I know, I know.
I've been having a
little family emergency.
- I'll tell you when your
family emergency started.
The day your father died
and Rupert quit his job.
Now you should be looking to your father.
And not to that low life brother of yours.
He's leading you down a line of shit.
Now you've been missing
work more each week.
- I know, I know.
You gotta understand, okay?
I mean things are making sense.
All right it's like I'm going one way
and I'm running smack,
smack, into the other.
It's like it's waiting
there for me, you know.
And I'm getting up by myself,
and I know how things used to be.
- [Man] What the hell
are you talking about?
- They used to make sense.
- [Man] What are you talking about?
- But now they're shredded.
I can't hold on to it, you know.
- Look at you.
Are you on dope?
- No, I'm just a little anxious.
- You're on dope!
You come up here to my work site,
loaded on dope.
Geez, idiot!
You know what that stuff
does to your brains?
It turns it into a swirling mass of shit!
Now get of here, get out of here!
Go on, scram, get out of here.
And don't come back until
you clean yourself up.
Rod Major.
Your father was a fine miner.
[upbeat rock music]
He was a good man.
He'd be humiliated.
Humiliated!
[mysterious music]
[indistinct shouting]
- Three days.
Three long endless days.
Where the hell are those assholes?
- It's the lucky man
that's sitting in a room
alone with you, Violet.
God dammit, Violet.
You are perfect.
[upbeat rock music]
- God dammit!
[door slamming]
What the hell did you do to my car?
- Violet, I thought you
said the car was mine.
- That's a brand new car.
- What's wrong with you Rod?
Get caught speeding again?
- Where's Leonard?
- I don't know.
- Where the hell's the money?
- There's no money.
- Where the hell's the money?
- There's no money, okay.
I haven't got any money.
- What?
- Violet, there's no money.
[mysterious music]
- Rod, what the fuck happened?
- Everything happened, okay?
The sheriff, he blew up the cabin.
- He blew up the cabin?
- Yeah, I got busted and then Lew Grade,
he kicked my ass.
And he told us all to piss off.
I mean how do you like that?
The whole plan's gone to shit.
You know we're all a
bunch of fucking morons.
- [Violet] He blew up the cabin?
- Yes, the sheriff who busted me
blew up the cabin.
He knew Rupert.
- Rawley fucking Wade.
- Well shit!
- Shut up Isaac.
- Rawley Wade that son of a bitch!
- Jesus Rod, you fucked up man.
We're all screwed now.
- No, Isaac, no.
I mean you guys, this isn't fair.
It's not my fault.
I mean it wasn't my plan.
And Leonard, Leonard
was supposed to be there
like three and a half hours ago.
- I bet I know where that asshole is!
Get in the car!
- Um, Violet?
- [Violet] What?
- We're gonna need some money for gas.
- Fuck!
This is all we got left.
That little prick, more deal.
- Damn motor mouth.
Asshole Leonard, we're all gonna be dead
when Rupert gets out of jail.
[mysterious music]
[semi horn honking]
- It's good isn't it?
Go ahead and tell me.
Tell me!
- [Woman] Yeah, I love it.
- Of course you do, I'm a man.
I'm fat baby, you feel that?
You got a killer inside you baby.
- [Woman] Real killer, that's right.
- Oh yeah, I'll get rich
son of a bitch gone by dawn.
All that meth.
Always money.
Fuck Rupert Major and fuck Lew Grade.
[rock music]
I'm the fucking genius around here.
That's my god damn operation.
You got a CEO inside you baby.
Violet!
- You asshole, get off!
- I'm not done yet.
God, what is your problem, Violet?
- Thought you'd screw
us all with your little
pencil prick, didn't you?
- Little, what are you talking about?
- What'd you tell her?
- Nothing.
- What'd he tell you?
- I wasn't listening.
That's not what I do.
- Come on!
You fucked up!
- Hey.
- Couple of pipe loads and you gotta bang
everything you see?
- What are you talking about?
- Now we're a bunch of morons.
- We were supposed to pick up the meth
and meet Lew Grade, asshole.
- Hey don't you start
growing a set of balls,
you little punk.
- I'm looking for reasons
not to kill you, Leonard.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What is the problem here?
I'm picking it up tonight.
Don't worry.
[mysterious music]
Oh you fucking guys.
You think I'm setting you up?
- It's all gone, Leonard.
- Gone?
- Yeah gone!
- I didn't have anything to do with it.
Where the hell did it go?
- [Rod] Rawley Wade burnt down the cabin.
- Oh fuck me!
- [Boy] Rupert's gonna kill us, Leonard.
He's gonna fucking blow.
- It's gone.
Fucking Rawley Wade.
Who the hell gave away the cabin?
- Rod.
- You're supposed to wait 15 minutes.
Make sure that you're not followed.
- I did.
- Oh your brother ought
to be real proud of you.
You're a real fucking genius.
Screwed up my whole plan.
- Your plan?
- Yeah, my plan.
Our plan, everybody's plan.
Don't you fuck with me Rod.
- Rupert's out in three days.
We don't have a dime of his money.
- [Man] You think I ought
to shave the whole thing,
let it come back in even?
- Oh man, don't do that.
Look like an asshole.
Don't look that bad.
- Are you kidding, it looks ridiculous.
- Don't look that damn bad.
- It'll grow back, right?
- How'd you lose it?
- I burnt it.
On a pipe.
- Meth pipe?
Don't worry about it, it'll grow back.
Full tank is a thing of beauty, Jim.
Good doing business with you man.
- He look here Lew, this is black way.
In two days I got a heavy load
coming in from Arizona.
Big time.
- You put me on your list, okay?
Your lip.
Looks funnier than shit.
[slow music]
[semi engine revving]
[jazzy music]
♪ I got a bad reputation ♪
♪ You are a genius sensation ♪
♪ And I don't know why ♪
♪ Apple of my eye ♪
♪ I brush my hair I brush my teeth ♪
- Rawley, Karen's on the phone.
She's at the Mono Inn.
- Karen, I completely forgot.
I'm so sorry.
I'm gonna come over right now.
- Look, don't worry about it.
I'm sure it's gonna be a
beautiful sunset at Sim's.
You go ahead and have a nice ride.
- All right honey, I'll see you tomorrow.
I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you.
- Yes you will.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye.
[mysterious music]
[semi engine roaring]
- Ah write me I mama.
Write me I mama.
[horn honking]
[tires screeching]
Yeah.
[horn honking]
[horn honking]
[horn honking]
[tires screeching]
- [Man] Dude check out,
check out this car.
What the fuck is this guy doing?
Watch out for this fucking guy.
- Get the fuck away man.
[tires screeching]
[loud crashing]
[indistinct radio chatter]
- I'm gonna...
I'm gonna, get the hell out of my way
'cause my drug come.
My drug come.
Get the hell out of the way.
You got your quarters.
That is shit.
Crack pot fucker.
See now I clean here.
Gonna need me a hog.
Gonna pay that bitch with coin.
[mysterious music]
Who the hell are you, cowboy?
- Mayor Luke.
Listen before you go,
where'd you get the meth?
- Oh yeah that's good.
It's good right on the
front of a freight train
Casey Jones.
You never should have jumped.
I stayed on that train.
I took that ride.
- Did you get it at Montgomery Pass?
- You go get 'em cowboy.
You get that stagecoach.
You bust 'em for me, hear?
- Demons starting to rip your flesh, Lew.
- I'm coming all right, all right!
I'm coming!
That train is pulling into town.
Hell yeah.
- Where'd you get it?
- I don't need to tell you cowboy.
I made me a fucking deal.
Ain't that right?
Ain't that right?
This flesh never belonged to me anyway.
[bird squawking]
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
What is it?
- Those bodies have been
ID'd as Em and Clark Smith.
- Dad, I'm terribly sorry.
- It's gonna be real tough on
a lot of people in this town.
We've all decided to have
a service this evening
at the church.
- I'll be there.
- Thanks son.
[slow music]
[door slamming]
[door buzzing]
[indistinct chatter]
[door buzzing]
[door slamming]
- You feeling reformed?
- Completely.
- That's too bad.
You ought to be disappointed.
Oh, I burned down your meth cabin, Rupert.
Yeah, county seized the property.
Shop's closed.
Those degenerate truckers
shipping your meth
is the scourge of my highway.
I won't tolerate it.
Well, information's
made you awfully quiet.
You used to be so belligerent.
- Fuck you.
- Atta boy.
How's Violet?
- You better stay the fuck
away from her, my friend.
- Big girl, hard to miss.
- Fuck you!
She is big and beautiful.
And I am outta here in 36 hours.
- Let me tell you something, asshole.
You better put an end to
any plans you're hatching,
you understand me?
And when you leave here,
drive straight to Nevada.
You so much as stop for gasoline,
I will kill you.
- Fuck you, son of a bitch!
Fuck you!
Fuck!
- You're not speeding are you?
- No.
- Isn't it too hot for that jacket?
- I like it, okay.
- Play it again.
- Violet?
- [Violet] Yeah.
- You look really beautiful today.
Oh fuck!
That's him!
- God damn Rawley Wade!
Oh I wanna kill him!
Jesus, do I have to see and hear about him
every day before Rupert gets out?
That asshole's been
swarming around like a hawk.
You know, sometimes I
wish we were murderers.
I really do, Rod.
Sometimes I really do.
I wish we could do that kind of shit.
- Well Leonard said he killed somebody.
- I don't even wanna talk about Leonard.
- Violet?
Do you think he went to see Rupert?
- Fuck.
- You incompetent assholes.
Is it that fucking difficult to lay low?
Huh?
You lose the meth, you lose the cabin.
You have destroyed everything
that I have been building.
And I've gotta suffer Rowley Wade
rubbing my nose in your shit.
- Look Rupert, he's probably just
been watching us, you know?
- Watching you?
I'm getting out in a day and a half.
He's gonna know when you wipe your asses
for God's sake.
You sound guilty, Rod.
Now what the fuck did you do?
- Leonard screwed it up, Rup.
It wasn't Rod's fault.
- Really?
That little bitch Leonard's gonna be dead
when I get out of here.
But you let me down babe.
You know Leonard's no good.
I'm surprised he hasn't
stabbed us in the back yet.
You still got the money, right?
- Yeah babe.
Of course we do.
- Rod, do we still have the money?
- I said we got it.
- Rod!
- Yeah, all right, we have the money.
- All right, all right.
Where'd you get that bracelet Violet?
Somebody buy that for you?
- I bought it, Rup.
I thought you'd like it.
- Yeah, yeah, it's classy.
[chuckling]
And that jacket.
- Oh this you know it's just
something I got on discount.
- Discount huh, all right.
That is not discount.
That's fucking leather.
- Babe we got all your money.
We've been pulling a few side jobs.
And I'm getting the meth back too.
- All right, okay.
Don't you fuck me babe.
Huh, 'cause I got a new plan
for when I get out of here.
It is a new dynasty for us.
Huh?
Rod, we're getting out of this wasteland
and we're gonna make
more money than dad did
in his whole life at that pathetic mine.
How's that sound, huh?
Now,
Rawley fucking Wade, that
around the clock asshole's
gonna be waiting for me
so don't you do anything, Violet.
You understand me?
You just wait for me.
And it's just gonna be us from now on.
No more Leonard and no more fucking Isaac.
When I get out of here,
we are gonna take that money we saved up
and we are gonna move to Montana.
How's that sound?
We can run the same
damn business outside of
Rawley Wade country.
Oh God.
You look good Violet.
Oh baby, you haven't been wearing that
around Isaac have you?
'Cause I know he's after you baby.
She hasn't, has she?
- No, first time that I've seen it.
- You better not be.
'Cause that little weasel is after you.
I know he is.
You are just too damn big and beautiful.
Come on.
[upbeat music]
[moaning]
No, no, no!
Let it go you asshole!
Let me go!
[door buzzing]
[door buzzing]
[jazzy music]
♪ I can't see anyone but you ♪
♪ Are the stars out tonight ♪
- Get your pants off, god dammit!
You're gonna fuck me.
♪ I don't know if it's cloudy or bright. ♪
♪ I only have eyes for you ♪
[moaning]
♪ But you baby behind ♪
♪ But I can't see a thing ♪
♪ In the sky ♪
♪ For you ♪
[door jingling]
[serene music]
- Rowley, I want you to know something.
Em and Clark were murdered.
- Murdered?
- 22 in the back of the head.
- What?
Oh my God.
- You know as I look out at all of you
I realize that every single one of us
has a story to tell
about Em and Clark Smith.
All of us have lived our lives
together with Em and Clark.
And what I see so clearly right now
is that this isn't the first time...
And I caught my first trout...
Never would have been
the same around town.
Fishing record trout out of
our own Honeywell hatchery.
[laughing]
My father taught me a lesson.
It was never to forget your ancestors.
The people who pioneered this land.
Founded our community.
Emma and Clark embodied
that for all of us.
It's their spirit that
truly binds us together.
Everyday our conversations are filled
with the names of the people
who pioneered this land
and settled our community
with a standard for living
that's the foundation of our pride.
Emma and Clark Smith now take their place
alongside of Walker,
Honeywell, Conway, Paranay.
We've all lost part of
ourselves with the passing
of Em and Clark.
But it's what we preserve in their memory
that will sustain us.
We thank God for his good earth.
And we're so grateful for the privilege
of inheriting the souls
that have made it our home.
[slow music]
- Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you.
- It's all right, Gor.
- Hello Sheriff.
- Good morning.
[indistinct mumbling]
- It was real nice.
- Well thank you.
You should thank my father.
He's the one that put this together.
- Okay, I will.
I just...
- Sheriff?
Sorry, didn't mean to butt in.
- No it's okay.
Well it's...
[indistinct mumbling]
- My name's Delbert Cantana.
You don't know me.
I'm from over in Darwin in Nevada.
Ma'am.
- Sharon Geller, Sheriff Rawley Wade.
- I heard about what happened over here,
and I wanted to come
over and pay my respects
to the dead.
- I appreciate that.
- It was a terrible thing.
- Yes it was.
- Yeah, it is, it's a terrible thing.
Terrible.
[indistinct mumbling]
- Jessup was really wonderful today.
All the things he said,
they were so sound.
He always seems to know
exactly what to do.
- Yeah, sure does.
Always has as far back as I can remember.
- Rawley?
- Yeah?
- What's going on with us?
Look, I know you have a lot
of things in front of you
right now,
I understand I really do.
Maybe that's the problem.
I'm just so ready for you, for us.
I don't know what you're waiting for.
I don't know what's gonna
make things different.
[slow music]
- Look, Karen, everything's
gonna be all right.
You have to believe that.
It's just that I...
What was that thing your
mother said about the morning?
- Good things always come
to you in the mornings.
- That's right.
And tomorrow morning will
be a spectacular sunrise.
[serene music]
[mysterious music]
- Mr. Quintana.
- Wade, isn't it?
- That's right, Sheriff Rawley Wade.
- What brings you out here, Wade?
Can I get you a drink?
- No thanks.
Just stopped in to see if Rod
Major still worked for you.
- Oh hell no.
Got rid of him a while ago.
Why, is he in trouble?
- I think he is.
You know his brother Rupert?
- I do.
I know the whole family.
Let me tell you something, Sheriff.
You get a good solid mining family
and they'll give you five
generations, maybe more
and these generations, the miners,
get better and better.
It's genetics.
Hell, everything's genetics.
But the family structure
will build a foundation
of tradition.
Now we got our own econo system here
but when the foundation crumbles,
well then you get your ghost town.
And I believe that about mining.
My father believed it and
his father before him.
You get a split in the family structure
and the only way to handle
it is to nip it in the bud.
You know what I mean?
- Sure.
What kind of trouble is Rod in?
- Geez, he's let that mess fry his brains.
That kid had a lot of
potential a few years back.
I might have stood up for him.
Ever since his dad died,
who I might say comes from
a line of the best miners
that ever came out of Darwin, Nevada.
God rest his soul.
I'll tell you, Rupert,
he has got a whole...
Any kind of virtue that kid has left.
- I know all about Rupert.
Just wanted to come by and
see how far down the road
Rod was.
Well listen, Mr. Quintana,
I appreciate your time.
Thanks.
- Hey.
Sheriff, I've been kind of,
you know speaking of new stops...
Say, on another note
you haven't seen the new
magnesium bits, have you?
One with the nine nubs instead of eight?
Drill the hell out of a rock.
Wanna take a look at it?
- No.
[indistinct mumbling]
[slow music]
[knocking on door]
- Hi Sheriff.
- Hello Mark.
I didn't think you were home.
I'm just up here asking
some of the residents
if they've heard or
seen anything suspicious
during the last couple of weeks,
around the time the Smiths were killed.
- Uh, I, sorry.
I didn't notice anything.
- You sure?
Nothing peculiar or strange?
- Not a thing, no.
- If you think of anything
will you give me a call?
- Sure, yeah.
- Appreciate it.
- Uh, Sheriff.
- Yes Mark?
- You did a real nice job on the ceremony.
- Thank you, Mark.
[mysterious music]
[dog barking]
[soft rock music]
[glass shattering]
[indistinct shouting]
[car engine starting]
[knocking on door]
- Joseph.
Morning.
- Hi, Richard.
I hope I'm not bothering you?
- No, no, no come on in, come on in.
Go on, please have a seat.
- Thank you Richard.
New curtains?
- Jenny made them.
Honey, Joseph's here.
- [Jenny] Okay, I'll be right down.
- Get you something to drink?
- Yes please.
- [Richard] How about lemonade?
- Sounds perfect.
- Jenny's scared out of her mind.
You know our hardware
store's completely sold out
of deadbolts.
- Really?
- I just can't believe this
whole business about the Smiths.
- Terrible thing, isn't it?
- [Richard] Got any idea
who might have done it?
- No.
- You don't?
- Not yet anyway.
- Hi Joseph.
- Hi Jenny.
- Honey, Joseph says they have no idea
who the killer is.
- What?
- Richard, I said not yet.
Jenny, we're gonna catch this guy.
- Like cash for that?
- Just give me some quarters.
Thanks a lot.
What are the best machines to play?
- You like to play reels,
you like to play video poker?
- How about reels?
- Try those by the window over there.
- Thanks.
[slow, sauntering music]
[coins jingling]
[country music]
[coins jingling]
- Whoo, home sweet home.
Darlene, let's flow the scotch.
Splash down, darling.
Johnny Walker Red.
Hey Bill, how you doing?
- [Bill] All right partner, how you doing?
- I live and breathe.
I'm rolling today, darling.
And you ought to be kissing up.
- [Darlene] You win enough,
you know where to find me.
- You love me, huh?
You be sweet.
Sweeter than that.
[machine beeping]
[indistinct chatter]
- All right, see you.
Nice fucking mustache.
- Fuck you, Kojak.
[mysterious music]
[coins jingling]
[semi engine revving]
[machine beeping]
- I like cowboys.
You're quite the cowboy.
- Yeah?
You're a few hundred miles
from Hollywood, partner.
- Oh that's such a shame.
Then perhaps you can show
me how to bet for ranch.
Oh you like that, do you?
You like that?
I can be very generous to
the right kind of cowboy.
- Darlene, get me a drink for my friend.
Make it strong.
So, how do you partner?
- Good.
I think my luck is changing.
- I feel the same god damn way.
Darlene, cancel those drinks.
[machine beeping]
[coins jingling]
There's another lucky bastard.
[machine beeping]
- What you do to be an
American cowboy nowadays?
Shoot people, rob banks,
lay them in their graves?
- Yeah I did all that.
- And what is that?
- That's just my gun, partner.
- You shoot bad man with that gun?
You wouldn't shoot me, would you?
- No.
[slow music]
Not if you're nice to me.
- Don't do it, Leonard.
[dramatic music]
[gun firing]
[slow music]
- My God, quick draw.
He was trying to kill me.
You're very good with a gun.
- What did he tell you in the casino?
- I don't know so much cowboy stuff.
Stagecoach robbery.
- Stagecoach?
- Yes, I think that's right.
Poor little lad.
He was so full of gusto.
Killing, bank robbing,
meta something.
Cute like a little
talkative Montgomery Cliff.
- Is that all you can remember?
- I'm afraid my attention was elsewhere.
Where are you staying?
- No, that's my question to you.
- Excuse me, excuse me.
My name is Klaus.
I stay at Independence, California,
just down the highway.
It's very nice there.
- Independence?
Okay, Klaus.
Make sure you don't venture
too far up the highway 385.
There's a lot of degenerates that hang out
in these mighty town casinos.
It can be very dangerous.
- Don't worry.
I'll be careful.
- Very dangerous.
- Sheriff, when I was
driving most truck drivers
was good people.
Broke down out there, you could count on
a truck driver to help you out.
Road etiquette, that's what it was.
Nowadays there's some
pretty bad people out there.
Anyway, here's what you're looking for.
Stagecoach Line, this
is your guy, Jim Broody.
Keeps a damn regular schedule, Sheriff.
Looks like a circular route.
Strange.
- How's that?
- I mean the shortest distance
being a straight line,
guy making a regular run,
making a regular drop,
why wouldn't he go back
the same way he came?
- Maybe he's taking the scenic route.
Thanks Dan.
- You bet.
Listen Sheriff, you just let
me know what you're looking for
I'll be more than happy
to help you find it.
[upbeat country music]
- How we doing Wayne?
- Well, I gotta tell you Joseph.
It's not going too good.
I haven't been able to get a wink of sleep
since the Smiths were killed.
And Geraldine's got me
checking the windows
every half hour.
- Yeah, we've been going through
exactly the same thing, Joseph.
In fact after you left this morning,
Jenny and I were talking.
We think we might rent a room here in town
until this whole thing blows over.
I mean that's why we moved
up here in the first place,
to get away from this sort of stuff.
- Listen folks, we're right
on top of this situation.
All you gotta do is take
a few extra precautions.
Keep your doors locked,
keep your eyes open
and we'll all get through this together.
- Joe, I gotta tell you.
The people at the Funnel
Ranch are really concerned.
- I'm aware of that Rusty.
- We're not trying to give
you a hard time, Joseph.
We're just rattled.
- Joe, do you think we need to bring in
some outside help?
- Joe doesn't need any
outside help, Wayne.
We can handle everything here just fine.
- He's right Wayne.
Joseph, we'll be here
if you need our help.
- I do appreciate that Ken.
- [Sheriff] Okay folks,
let's all go home now.
[indistinct chatter]
- Thanks Joe.
- Tell Geraldine I said hello.
- See you Wayne.
[mysterious music]
- [Klaus] Bartender,
peppermint schnapps, please.
I like cowboys.
You're quite the cowboy.
- Get in.
- What's this all about?
- Just drive.
[upbeat music]
- Daddy, you're not as pretty as mama.
But I am still your girl.
I'm still daddy's little girl.
That piece of shit truck ready?
Rod, you put gas in this
dead bastard's truck?
- Yeah.
- Let's go!
- Courtesy of Rawley Wade.
- What?
- I was just noticing your lip there.
That little spot right there.
Thought it was a cut, but
that's a burn isn't it?
I can see the little singed inset.
It's burnt, isn't it?
- Yeah, it's burnt.
[birds squawking]
- Pull that fucker over or I'll blow
your god damn head off!
- All right, now god dammit hold on.
God dammit all right.
- Better do as she says.
- Pull it over, mother fucker!
[mysterious music]
Let's go, get out dick
for brains, move it!
What?
- Rawley Wade.
- What?
Don't fuck with me!
Open up the god damn box.
- I don't know what you talking about.
- Son of a bitch!
- We are back on top.
- [Violet] Yeah baby!
- Finally!
[gun firing]
[guns firing]
- Right there, Violet.
- Fuck you!
- Rod!
Don't be stupid.
Put the gun down.
Come on.
Still get out of this thing.
Just drop the gun.
[gun firing]
[moaning]
- Oh Violet!
- Violet.
Violet!
- Oh he blew my foot off Violet.
Oh he blew my foot off!
You gotta call an ambulance.
Oh it's fucking gone.
- Shut up Rod!
- Violet, I've been shot.
- Come on, come on.
Oh come on.
[gun firing]
Shit.
- I'm bleeding everywhere.
Look at my Violet, I'm fucking mangled.
Oh god please don't let me die, Violet.
Violet, Violet, Violet, I love you.
I love you.
And you know I love you, right?
I did this all for you Violet.
You know that, right?
You know Violet I love you.
- Violet!
Come on throw your gun out.
- Violet, you gotta get me outta here.
You gotta get me outta here.
It fucking hurts.
Help me, help me.
[gun firing]
- Rod!
Violet, come on out of there.
- You're not gonna get between
me and Rupert ever again.
No one will.
I'd rather die than be without him.
- Rawley, shit!
[gun firing]
[upbeat music]
Violet, Violet let's go.
I'm here for you baby, come on.
Let's go.
[gun firing]
[guns firing]
It's just you and me now baby.
I love you.
- Shut up, Isaac!
[guns firing]
[slow music]
[gun firing]
- All right!
I'm coming home baby.
[upbeat music]
I'm home!
Hey, where is everybody?
Rod?
Rod?
Where is your sexy fucking ass?
Hey, I'm home baby.
Rod?
Hey.
Vi?
- Not gonna get between
me and Rupert ever again!
I'd rather die than be without him.
[gun firing]
- [Sheriff] All right, I'm letting you go.
- Yes sir.
- [Sheriff] You're headed
in the right direction.
- [Rod] Help me, help me Violet.
[gun firing]
- Baby, I love you.
- Shut up Isaac.
[gun firing]
- Do you love me?
[gun firing]
[slow music]
- What is it?
- What do you say you and I take the rest
of the day off?
- Okay.
- Hey son.
- Hey dad.
We're gonna take a ride up to Yosemite.
- Sounds great.
But you've got a telephone call.
Mark Bradley wants to talk to you.
- Mark Bradley?
- Line two.
- Hello?
- [Mark] Hello?
- Yeah Mark?
- Anyone else on the phone?
Doesn't matter.
Seems like I can't...
Clear right now.
Rawley?
I had to call you.
I just needed to talk to someone.
What happened to the Smiths.
That was wrong.
They were a good family.
That shouldn't have happened.
- No, Mark, it shouldn't have.
- Rawley, people are gonna be in trouble.
- What do you mean?
Mark?
What do you mean people
are gonna be in trouble?
- I can't hurt myself Rawley.
I'm sorry I can't.
- Mark, what's going on up there?
Do you want me to come up?
- It shouldn't have happened that way.
The Smiths were so good.
All I wanted to do was hold them.
I wanted to hold them.
Just to know what it was like,
but I couldn't.
I'm so, so...
I have no family.
Rawley,
I killed them, I killed
them, I killed them.
- Mark, you killed the Smiths?
- Yes I did, they're gone.
They're gone.
And I don't want it to happen again.
You've gotta come up here.
- Mark?
[mysterious music]
Mark!
[screaming]
Mark!
[screaming]
- I just don't get it Rawley.
If Mark killed the Smiths
then who slashed his throat?
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Yeah, he's here, hold on a second.
Rawley, it's your dad.
- Yeah dad?
What?
- It's Richard Philmore.
His throat's been cut.
- [Girl] If Mark killed the Smiths,
who slashed his throat?
- [Joseph] It's Richard Philmore.
- That's why we moved up
here in the first place.
Get away from this sort of stuff.
- [Rawley] Mark, you killed the Smiths?
- [Mark] I had no family.
[rock music]
[bell ringing]
[loud banging]
[grunting]
[moaning]
[door creaking]
[crickets chirping]
- Thanks Billy.
[suspenseful music]
How's she doing?
- She's in pretty bad shape.
What happened to you?
- I killed Rupert Major.
- Rupert Major?
- Yeah, he jumped me with a hunting knife.
No dad, it's not Rupert.
- For crying out loud, who is it?
- Wait a minute.
Take a look at this dad.
I found that in Mark Radley's cabin.
- My God.
Who would wanna bring this back to life?
- [Rawley] I gotta go.
- Rawley.
- I'll call you later.
[mysterious music]
- Sheriff.
[gun firing]
- My God, he's trying to kill me.
I knew you'd come.
I'll show you.
You see I have you right here.
Next to little Montgomery
Clifton like river.
And I loved you in Hondo, so tall.
I love America.
Klaus says,
what makes a Charlie Manson forever!
- Charlie Manson.
I can't believe he has a website.
That photograph of Charlie
in the same cell in 1969.
It was August '69 the day
we brought him in here.
Evil, pure evil.
My God Rawley, it's taken me 29 years
to get this thing out of my life.
Never thought I'd see
anything like this again.
World's getting smaller, son.
No matter how far we are from everything,
this highway brings it all right to us.
Where you going son?
- I'm going home dad.
[slow, gentle music]
[bluesy music]
- [Klaus] I like cowboys.
You're quite the cowboy.
[dog barking]
[semi truck horn honking]
[horse neighing]
[dramatic music]
- [Sim] Against the darkness.
[gentle music]
Hey Rawley.
- Hey Sim.
- How was your ride?
- Beautiful.
[dog barking]
A little hot.
- Walking dog.
How'd that guy do?
- Oh Jessie was great.
Still chasing rabbits.
- She's be getting a little old
to still be doing that.
- No, no, he's just fine.
- It's good to have you up here Rawley.
- Good to be here Sim.
- All right buddy, later, take care.
- You too.
See you buddy.
[upbeat dramatic music]
[slow music]
[car engine revving]
[upbeat rock music]
[heavy metal music]
[birds squawking]
[mysterious music]
[loud crashing]
- Where's our friend?
Habla ingles?
[heavy metal music]
Andale.
[gun firing]
[booming explosion]
[heavy metal music]
- Oh fuck!
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!
[engine revving]
Fuck!
Oh what the?
- Shut it off!
- What?
- I said shut it off.
Get out.
Lay your arms on the roof.
On the roof.
- It's hot, come on.
[mysterious music]
- Says you're the one that
brings him his comida.
- Look, I wasn't speeding, all right?
- Now or an hour ago?
Probably don't know anything
about that meth cabin
out there, do you?
- No, no sir.
- Rod Major, you Rupert's brother?
- Yes sir.
- Sit over there for me, will you?
What is this, Rod?
About a double D?
- Yeah, what no?
I don't know okay.
- You don't wear this stuff do you?
- No sorry, I don't.
- All right, I'm letting you go.
- Huh?
- Yeah, I'm letting you go Rod.
I want you to shag your
ass back to Nevada.
I don't wanna see you around here anymore,
you understand me?
- Yes sir.
- Git.
- Yes sir.
Okay, all right, thank you sir.
- Rod?
If you're following in
your brother's footsteps
you're heading in the
right direction, son.
[car engine roaring]
[heavy metal music]
[thunder rumbling]
[jazzy music]
♪ I used to be such a sweet sweet thing ♪
♪ Til they got ahold of me ♪
♪ I opened doors for little old ladies ♪
♪ I helped the blind to see ♪
♪ I got no friends ♪
♪ 'cause they read the papers ♪
♪ They can't be seen with me ♪
♪ And I'm getting you shot down ♪
♪ And I'm feeling me ♪
♪ No more mr. Nice guy ♪
[knocking on door]
- Who the fuck are you?
- I'm Rod Major.
Violet sent me.
You must be Lew Grade?
- Where the hell is Leonard?
I don't like no snot nosed kid.
- It's cool, all right?
Violet sent me.
- You said that.
- Right.
Well you know I'm not exactly sure
where Leonard is.
- I don't give a shit where Leonard is.
You just give me the crank, asshole.
See I've been sitting
in this god damn heat
for two and a half fucking hours.
- Okay.
Well you know I'm not exactly sure
how to tell you this, but--
- You don't have the meth, do you?
- Look, he burnt our cabin down.
- Fucking idiot.
- Well hold a second.
- You shut the fuck up.
You god damn fucking Majors.
You're all a bunch of god damn
genetic cul-de-sac assholes.
You can't even do one simple thing, man.
We're in the middle of nowhere!
You fucking moron.
- We are not morons.
- Listen to me you little fucking punk.
I love to kill,
but I don't like to dig the holes.
So you run on home to
Violet and you tell her
business is closed.
You ain't shipping on
this highway no more.
It's over.
[jazzy music]
You don't believe me,
ask your fucking brother Rupert.
You idiots are done.
♪ I got a bad reputation ♪
[semi engine revving]
- Fuck!
Fuck!
- [Man] Hell of a fish.
Still can't believe we caught it.
He Rich, look, here comes Rawley.
[CB radio chatter]
[horn honking]
- [Woman] We've got a
713 over at intersection
of 270 and 395.
Please be on route, over.
- [Man] 10 four, I'm now
over heading south on 182
about two miles from the target location.
Seems an elk has been hit
and it's a big congestion up ahead.
Please leave to take a call, over.
- [Woman] 10 four.
[knocking on door]
- Rawley's here.
- That's great, let's get into it boys.
- Sheriff, can we go
back up there with you?
- Absolutely, I appreciate it, Mr.?
- Andy, Andy Maynard.
We must have gone five
miles before we dared
to get out to take a whiz.
- Good thinking.
Come on boys.
Hey son.
- Hey, you going fishing?
- They saw some cats up
at the Bridgeport meadow.
It's something they think might be a body.
- A body?
- From Rosita.
- Karen, do me a favor would you?
Try and locate McGill's
mother down in San Salvador.
Contact Vicker Jeff down at INS
and make sure they follow this thing
all the way through for me.
- I'll take care of it.
- Karen?
Thank you.
- Hey, what do you say,
take a ride up to the
Bridgeport meadow with me?
- Yeah sure, Jack.
- Let's go boys.
[mysterious music]
- Oh take a look here.
- Ken and Richard.
Nothing better to do.
[indistinct chatter]
- Yeah, there he is.
Ken, Richard stay right there.
- [Man] Stay right there, do not move.
[shouting]
- Go on, get out of here!
- My God, son.
[indistinct mumbling]
- [Man] What is it sherif?
- The Dad.
- Richard, Ken please.
- Only they could be anybody.
You know, these folks could be from
one of these cabins.
[upbeat drumming music]
- [Man] That son of a
bitch, where the hell.
Third god damn...
[engine humming]
[rock music]
- Hey Howard, Hal.
- Show up on time.
[dog barking]
[indistinct mumbling]
- Hey Mr. Quintana.
- I don't want you
around here anymore Rod.
My business does not run on your hours.
- I know, I know.
I've been having a
little family emergency.
- I'll tell you when your
family emergency started.
The day your father died
and Rupert quit his job.
Now you should be looking to your father.
And not to that low life brother of yours.
He's leading you down a line of shit.
Now you've been missing
work more each week.
- I know, I know.
You gotta understand, okay?
I mean things are making sense.
All right it's like I'm going one way
and I'm running smack,
smack, into the other.
It's like it's waiting
there for me, you know.
And I'm getting up by myself,
and I know how things used to be.
- [Man] What the hell
are you talking about?
- They used to make sense.
- [Man] What are you talking about?
- But now they're shredded.
I can't hold on to it, you know.
- Look at you.
Are you on dope?
- No, I'm just a little anxious.
- You're on dope!
You come up here to my work site,
loaded on dope.
Geez, idiot!
You know what that stuff
does to your brains?
It turns it into a swirling mass of shit!
Now get of here, get out of here!
Go on, scram, get out of here.
And don't come back until
you clean yourself up.
Rod Major.
Your father was a fine miner.
[upbeat rock music]
He was a good man.
He'd be humiliated.
Humiliated!
[mysterious music]
[indistinct shouting]
- Three days.
Three long endless days.
Where the hell are those assholes?
- It's the lucky man
that's sitting in a room
alone with you, Violet.
God dammit, Violet.
You are perfect.
[upbeat rock music]
- God dammit!
[door slamming]
What the hell did you do to my car?
- Violet, I thought you
said the car was mine.
- That's a brand new car.
- What's wrong with you Rod?
Get caught speeding again?
- Where's Leonard?
- I don't know.
- Where the hell's the money?
- There's no money.
- Where the hell's the money?
- There's no money, okay.
I haven't got any money.
- What?
- Violet, there's no money.
[mysterious music]
- Rod, what the fuck happened?
- Everything happened, okay?
The sheriff, he blew up the cabin.
- He blew up the cabin?
- Yeah, I got busted and then Lew Grade,
he kicked my ass.
And he told us all to piss off.
I mean how do you like that?
The whole plan's gone to shit.
You know we're all a
bunch of fucking morons.
- [Violet] He blew up the cabin?
- Yes, the sheriff who busted me
blew up the cabin.
He knew Rupert.
- Rawley fucking Wade.
- Well shit!
- Shut up Isaac.
- Rawley Wade that son of a bitch!
- Jesus Rod, you fucked up man.
We're all screwed now.
- No, Isaac, no.
I mean you guys, this isn't fair.
It's not my fault.
I mean it wasn't my plan.
And Leonard, Leonard
was supposed to be there
like three and a half hours ago.
- I bet I know where that asshole is!
Get in the car!
- Um, Violet?
- [Violet] What?
- We're gonna need some money for gas.
- Fuck!
This is all we got left.
That little prick, more deal.
- Damn motor mouth.
Asshole Leonard, we're all gonna be dead
when Rupert gets out of jail.
[mysterious music]
[semi horn honking]
- It's good isn't it?
Go ahead and tell me.
Tell me!
- [Woman] Yeah, I love it.
- Of course you do, I'm a man.
I'm fat baby, you feel that?
You got a killer inside you baby.
- [Woman] Real killer, that's right.
- Oh yeah, I'll get rich
son of a bitch gone by dawn.
All that meth.
Always money.
Fuck Rupert Major and fuck Lew Grade.
[rock music]
I'm the fucking genius around here.
That's my god damn operation.
You got a CEO inside you baby.
Violet!
- You asshole, get off!
- I'm not done yet.
God, what is your problem, Violet?
- Thought you'd screw
us all with your little
pencil prick, didn't you?
- Little, what are you talking about?
- What'd you tell her?
- Nothing.
- What'd he tell you?
- I wasn't listening.
That's not what I do.
- Come on!
You fucked up!
- Hey.
- Couple of pipe loads and you gotta bang
everything you see?
- What are you talking about?
- Now we're a bunch of morons.
- We were supposed to pick up the meth
and meet Lew Grade, asshole.
- Hey don't you start
growing a set of balls,
you little punk.
- I'm looking for reasons
not to kill you, Leonard.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What is the problem here?
I'm picking it up tonight.
Don't worry.
[mysterious music]
Oh you fucking guys.
You think I'm setting you up?
- It's all gone, Leonard.
- Gone?
- Yeah gone!
- I didn't have anything to do with it.
Where the hell did it go?
- [Rod] Rawley Wade burnt down the cabin.
- Oh fuck me!
- [Boy] Rupert's gonna kill us, Leonard.
He's gonna fucking blow.
- It's gone.
Fucking Rawley Wade.
Who the hell gave away the cabin?
- Rod.
- You're supposed to wait 15 minutes.
Make sure that you're not followed.
- I did.
- Oh your brother ought
to be real proud of you.
You're a real fucking genius.
Screwed up my whole plan.
- Your plan?
- Yeah, my plan.
Our plan, everybody's plan.
Don't you fuck with me Rod.
- Rupert's out in three days.
We don't have a dime of his money.
- [Man] You think I ought
to shave the whole thing,
let it come back in even?
- Oh man, don't do that.
Look like an asshole.
Don't look that bad.
- Are you kidding, it looks ridiculous.
- Don't look that damn bad.
- It'll grow back, right?
- How'd you lose it?
- I burnt it.
On a pipe.
- Meth pipe?
Don't worry about it, it'll grow back.
Full tank is a thing of beauty, Jim.
Good doing business with you man.
- He look here Lew, this is black way.
In two days I got a heavy load
coming in from Arizona.
Big time.
- You put me on your list, okay?
Your lip.
Looks funnier than shit.
[slow music]
[semi engine revving]
[jazzy music]
♪ I got a bad reputation ♪
♪ You are a genius sensation ♪
♪ And I don't know why ♪
♪ Apple of my eye ♪
♪ I brush my hair I brush my teeth ♪
- Rawley, Karen's on the phone.
She's at the Mono Inn.
- Karen, I completely forgot.
I'm so sorry.
I'm gonna come over right now.
- Look, don't worry about it.
I'm sure it's gonna be a
beautiful sunset at Sim's.
You go ahead and have a nice ride.
- All right honey, I'll see you tomorrow.
I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you.
- Yes you will.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Bye.
[mysterious music]
[semi engine roaring]
- Ah write me I mama.
Write me I mama.
[horn honking]
[tires screeching]
Yeah.
[horn honking]
[horn honking]
[horn honking]
[tires screeching]
- [Man] Dude check out,
check out this car.
What the fuck is this guy doing?
Watch out for this fucking guy.
- Get the fuck away man.
[tires screeching]
[loud crashing]
[indistinct radio chatter]
- I'm gonna...
I'm gonna, get the hell out of my way
'cause my drug come.
My drug come.
Get the hell out of the way.
You got your quarters.
That is shit.
Crack pot fucker.
See now I clean here.
Gonna need me a hog.
Gonna pay that bitch with coin.
[mysterious music]
Who the hell are you, cowboy?
- Mayor Luke.
Listen before you go,
where'd you get the meth?
- Oh yeah that's good.
It's good right on the
front of a freight train
Casey Jones.
You never should have jumped.
I stayed on that train.
I took that ride.
- Did you get it at Montgomery Pass?
- You go get 'em cowboy.
You get that stagecoach.
You bust 'em for me, hear?
- Demons starting to rip your flesh, Lew.
- I'm coming all right, all right!
I'm coming!
That train is pulling into town.
Hell yeah.
- Where'd you get it?
- I don't need to tell you cowboy.
I made me a fucking deal.
Ain't that right?
Ain't that right?
This flesh never belonged to me anyway.
[bird squawking]
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
What is it?
- Those bodies have been
ID'd as Em and Clark Smith.
- Dad, I'm terribly sorry.
- It's gonna be real tough on
a lot of people in this town.
We've all decided to have
a service this evening
at the church.
- I'll be there.
- Thanks son.
[slow music]
[door slamming]
[door buzzing]
[indistinct chatter]
[door buzzing]
[door slamming]
- You feeling reformed?
- Completely.
- That's too bad.
You ought to be disappointed.
Oh, I burned down your meth cabin, Rupert.
Yeah, county seized the property.
Shop's closed.
Those degenerate truckers
shipping your meth
is the scourge of my highway.
I won't tolerate it.
Well, information's
made you awfully quiet.
You used to be so belligerent.
- Fuck you.
- Atta boy.
How's Violet?
- You better stay the fuck
away from her, my friend.
- Big girl, hard to miss.
- Fuck you!
She is big and beautiful.
And I am outta here in 36 hours.
- Let me tell you something, asshole.
You better put an end to
any plans you're hatching,
you understand me?
And when you leave here,
drive straight to Nevada.
You so much as stop for gasoline,
I will kill you.
- Fuck you, son of a bitch!
Fuck you!
Fuck!
- You're not speeding are you?
- No.
- Isn't it too hot for that jacket?
- I like it, okay.
- Play it again.
- Violet?
- [Violet] Yeah.
- You look really beautiful today.
Oh fuck!
That's him!
- God damn Rawley Wade!
Oh I wanna kill him!
Jesus, do I have to see and hear about him
every day before Rupert gets out?
That asshole's been
swarming around like a hawk.
You know, sometimes I
wish we were murderers.
I really do, Rod.
Sometimes I really do.
I wish we could do that kind of shit.
- Well Leonard said he killed somebody.
- I don't even wanna talk about Leonard.
- Violet?
Do you think he went to see Rupert?
- Fuck.
- You incompetent assholes.
Is it that fucking difficult to lay low?
Huh?
You lose the meth, you lose the cabin.
You have destroyed everything
that I have been building.
And I've gotta suffer Rowley Wade
rubbing my nose in your shit.
- Look Rupert, he's probably just
been watching us, you know?
- Watching you?
I'm getting out in a day and a half.
He's gonna know when you wipe your asses
for God's sake.
You sound guilty, Rod.
Now what the fuck did you do?
- Leonard screwed it up, Rup.
It wasn't Rod's fault.
- Really?
That little bitch Leonard's gonna be dead
when I get out of here.
But you let me down babe.
You know Leonard's no good.
I'm surprised he hasn't
stabbed us in the back yet.
You still got the money, right?
- Yeah babe.
Of course we do.
- Rod, do we still have the money?
- I said we got it.
- Rod!
- Yeah, all right, we have the money.
- All right, all right.
Where'd you get that bracelet Violet?
Somebody buy that for you?
- I bought it, Rup.
I thought you'd like it.
- Yeah, yeah, it's classy.
[chuckling]
And that jacket.
- Oh this you know it's just
something I got on discount.
- Discount huh, all right.
That is not discount.
That's fucking leather.
- Babe we got all your money.
We've been pulling a few side jobs.
And I'm getting the meth back too.
- All right, okay.
Don't you fuck me babe.
Huh, 'cause I got a new plan
for when I get out of here.
It is a new dynasty for us.
Huh?
Rod, we're getting out of this wasteland
and we're gonna make
more money than dad did
in his whole life at that pathetic mine.
How's that sound, huh?
Now,
Rawley fucking Wade, that
around the clock asshole's
gonna be waiting for me
so don't you do anything, Violet.
You understand me?
You just wait for me.
And it's just gonna be us from now on.
No more Leonard and no more fucking Isaac.
When I get out of here,
we are gonna take that money we saved up
and we are gonna move to Montana.
How's that sound?
We can run the same
damn business outside of
Rawley Wade country.
Oh God.
You look good Violet.
Oh baby, you haven't been wearing that
around Isaac have you?
'Cause I know he's after you baby.
She hasn't, has she?
- No, first time that I've seen it.
- You better not be.
'Cause that little weasel is after you.
I know he is.
You are just too damn big and beautiful.
Come on.
[upbeat music]
[moaning]
No, no, no!
Let it go you asshole!
Let me go!
[door buzzing]
[door buzzing]
[jazzy music]
♪ I can't see anyone but you ♪
♪ Are the stars out tonight ♪
- Get your pants off, god dammit!
You're gonna fuck me.
♪ I don't know if it's cloudy or bright. ♪
♪ I only have eyes for you ♪
[moaning]
♪ But you baby behind ♪
♪ But I can't see a thing ♪
♪ In the sky ♪
♪ For you ♪
[door jingling]
[serene music]
- Rowley, I want you to know something.
Em and Clark were murdered.
- Murdered?
- 22 in the back of the head.
- What?
Oh my God.
- You know as I look out at all of you
I realize that every single one of us
has a story to tell
about Em and Clark Smith.
All of us have lived our lives
together with Em and Clark.
And what I see so clearly right now
is that this isn't the first time...
And I caught my first trout...
Never would have been
the same around town.
Fishing record trout out of
our own Honeywell hatchery.
[laughing]
My father taught me a lesson.
It was never to forget your ancestors.
The people who pioneered this land.
Founded our community.
Emma and Clark embodied
that for all of us.
It's their spirit that
truly binds us together.
Everyday our conversations are filled
with the names of the people
who pioneered this land
and settled our community
with a standard for living
that's the foundation of our pride.
Emma and Clark Smith now take their place
alongside of Walker,
Honeywell, Conway, Paranay.
We've all lost part of
ourselves with the passing
of Em and Clark.
But it's what we preserve in their memory
that will sustain us.
We thank God for his good earth.
And we're so grateful for the privilege
of inheriting the souls
that have made it our home.
[slow music]
- Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you.
- It's all right, Gor.
- Hello Sheriff.
- Good morning.
[indistinct mumbling]
- It was real nice.
- Well thank you.
You should thank my father.
He's the one that put this together.
- Okay, I will.
I just...
- Sheriff?
Sorry, didn't mean to butt in.
- No it's okay.
Well it's...
[indistinct mumbling]
- My name's Delbert Cantana.
You don't know me.
I'm from over in Darwin in Nevada.
Ma'am.
- Sharon Geller, Sheriff Rawley Wade.
- I heard about what happened over here,
and I wanted to come
over and pay my respects
to the dead.
- I appreciate that.
- It was a terrible thing.
- Yes it was.
- Yeah, it is, it's a terrible thing.
Terrible.
[indistinct mumbling]
- Jessup was really wonderful today.
All the things he said,
they were so sound.
He always seems to know
exactly what to do.
- Yeah, sure does.
Always has as far back as I can remember.
- Rawley?
- Yeah?
- What's going on with us?
Look, I know you have a lot
of things in front of you
right now,
I understand I really do.
Maybe that's the problem.
I'm just so ready for you, for us.
I don't know what you're waiting for.
I don't know what's gonna
make things different.
[slow music]
- Look, Karen, everything's
gonna be all right.
You have to believe that.
It's just that I...
What was that thing your
mother said about the morning?
- Good things always come
to you in the mornings.
- That's right.
And tomorrow morning will
be a spectacular sunrise.
[serene music]
[mysterious music]
- Mr. Quintana.
- Wade, isn't it?
- That's right, Sheriff Rawley Wade.
- What brings you out here, Wade?
Can I get you a drink?
- No thanks.
Just stopped in to see if Rod
Major still worked for you.
- Oh hell no.
Got rid of him a while ago.
Why, is he in trouble?
- I think he is.
You know his brother Rupert?
- I do.
I know the whole family.
Let me tell you something, Sheriff.
You get a good solid mining family
and they'll give you five
generations, maybe more
and these generations, the miners,
get better and better.
It's genetics.
Hell, everything's genetics.
But the family structure
will build a foundation
of tradition.
Now we got our own econo system here
but when the foundation crumbles,
well then you get your ghost town.
And I believe that about mining.
My father believed it and
his father before him.
You get a split in the family structure
and the only way to handle
it is to nip it in the bud.
You know what I mean?
- Sure.
What kind of trouble is Rod in?
- Geez, he's let that mess fry his brains.
That kid had a lot of
potential a few years back.
I might have stood up for him.
Ever since his dad died,
who I might say comes from
a line of the best miners
that ever came out of Darwin, Nevada.
God rest his soul.
I'll tell you, Rupert,
he has got a whole...
Any kind of virtue that kid has left.
- I know all about Rupert.
Just wanted to come by and
see how far down the road
Rod was.
Well listen, Mr. Quintana,
I appreciate your time.
Thanks.
- Hey.
Sheriff, I've been kind of,
you know speaking of new stops...
Say, on another note
you haven't seen the new
magnesium bits, have you?
One with the nine nubs instead of eight?
Drill the hell out of a rock.
Wanna take a look at it?
- No.
[indistinct mumbling]
[slow music]
[knocking on door]
- Hi Sheriff.
- Hello Mark.
I didn't think you were home.
I'm just up here asking
some of the residents
if they've heard or
seen anything suspicious
during the last couple of weeks,
around the time the Smiths were killed.
- Uh, I, sorry.
I didn't notice anything.
- You sure?
Nothing peculiar or strange?
- Not a thing, no.
- If you think of anything
will you give me a call?
- Sure, yeah.
- Appreciate it.
- Uh, Sheriff.
- Yes Mark?
- You did a real nice job on the ceremony.
- Thank you, Mark.
[mysterious music]
[dog barking]
[soft rock music]
[glass shattering]
[indistinct shouting]
[car engine starting]
[knocking on door]
- Joseph.
Morning.
- Hi, Richard.
I hope I'm not bothering you?
- No, no, no come on in, come on in.
Go on, please have a seat.
- Thank you Richard.
New curtains?
- Jenny made them.
Honey, Joseph's here.
- [Jenny] Okay, I'll be right down.
- Get you something to drink?
- Yes please.
- [Richard] How about lemonade?
- Sounds perfect.
- Jenny's scared out of her mind.
You know our hardware
store's completely sold out
of deadbolts.
- Really?
- I just can't believe this
whole business about the Smiths.
- Terrible thing, isn't it?
- [Richard] Got any idea
who might have done it?
- No.
- You don't?
- Not yet anyway.
- Hi Joseph.
- Hi Jenny.
- Honey, Joseph says they have no idea
who the killer is.
- What?
- Richard, I said not yet.
Jenny, we're gonna catch this guy.
- Like cash for that?
- Just give me some quarters.
Thanks a lot.
What are the best machines to play?
- You like to play reels,
you like to play video poker?
- How about reels?
- Try those by the window over there.
- Thanks.
[slow, sauntering music]
[coins jingling]
[country music]
[coins jingling]
- Whoo, home sweet home.
Darlene, let's flow the scotch.
Splash down, darling.
Johnny Walker Red.
Hey Bill, how you doing?
- [Bill] All right partner, how you doing?
- I live and breathe.
I'm rolling today, darling.
And you ought to be kissing up.
- [Darlene] You win enough,
you know where to find me.
- You love me, huh?
You be sweet.
Sweeter than that.
[machine beeping]
[indistinct chatter]
- All right, see you.
Nice fucking mustache.
- Fuck you, Kojak.
[mysterious music]
[coins jingling]
[semi engine revving]
[machine beeping]
- I like cowboys.
You're quite the cowboy.
- Yeah?
You're a few hundred miles
from Hollywood, partner.
- Oh that's such a shame.
Then perhaps you can show
me how to bet for ranch.
Oh you like that, do you?
You like that?
I can be very generous to
the right kind of cowboy.
- Darlene, get me a drink for my friend.
Make it strong.
So, how do you partner?
- Good.
I think my luck is changing.
- I feel the same god damn way.
Darlene, cancel those drinks.
[machine beeping]
[coins jingling]
There's another lucky bastard.
[machine beeping]
- What you do to be an
American cowboy nowadays?
Shoot people, rob banks,
lay them in their graves?
- Yeah I did all that.
- And what is that?
- That's just my gun, partner.
- You shoot bad man with that gun?
You wouldn't shoot me, would you?
- No.
[slow music]
Not if you're nice to me.
- Don't do it, Leonard.
[dramatic music]
[gun firing]
[slow music]
- My God, quick draw.
He was trying to kill me.
You're very good with a gun.
- What did he tell you in the casino?
- I don't know so much cowboy stuff.
Stagecoach robbery.
- Stagecoach?
- Yes, I think that's right.
Poor little lad.
He was so full of gusto.
Killing, bank robbing,
meta something.
Cute like a little
talkative Montgomery Cliff.
- Is that all you can remember?
- I'm afraid my attention was elsewhere.
Where are you staying?
- No, that's my question to you.
- Excuse me, excuse me.
My name is Klaus.
I stay at Independence, California,
just down the highway.
It's very nice there.
- Independence?
Okay, Klaus.
Make sure you don't venture
too far up the highway 385.
There's a lot of degenerates that hang out
in these mighty town casinos.
It can be very dangerous.
- Don't worry.
I'll be careful.
- Very dangerous.
- Sheriff, when I was
driving most truck drivers
was good people.
Broke down out there, you could count on
a truck driver to help you out.
Road etiquette, that's what it was.
Nowadays there's some
pretty bad people out there.
Anyway, here's what you're looking for.
Stagecoach Line, this
is your guy, Jim Broody.
Keeps a damn regular schedule, Sheriff.
Looks like a circular route.
Strange.
- How's that?
- I mean the shortest distance
being a straight line,
guy making a regular run,
making a regular drop,
why wouldn't he go back
the same way he came?
- Maybe he's taking the scenic route.
Thanks Dan.
- You bet.
Listen Sheriff, you just let
me know what you're looking for
I'll be more than happy
to help you find it.
[upbeat country music]
- How we doing Wayne?
- Well, I gotta tell you Joseph.
It's not going too good.
I haven't been able to get a wink of sleep
since the Smiths were killed.
And Geraldine's got me
checking the windows
every half hour.
- Yeah, we've been going through
exactly the same thing, Joseph.
In fact after you left this morning,
Jenny and I were talking.
We think we might rent a room here in town
until this whole thing blows over.
I mean that's why we moved
up here in the first place,
to get away from this sort of stuff.
- Listen folks, we're right
on top of this situation.
All you gotta do is take
a few extra precautions.
Keep your doors locked,
keep your eyes open
and we'll all get through this together.
- Joe, I gotta tell you.
The people at the Funnel
Ranch are really concerned.
- I'm aware of that Rusty.
- We're not trying to give
you a hard time, Joseph.
We're just rattled.
- Joe, do you think we need to bring in
some outside help?
- Joe doesn't need any
outside help, Wayne.
We can handle everything here just fine.
- He's right Wayne.
Joseph, we'll be here
if you need our help.
- I do appreciate that Ken.
- [Sheriff] Okay folks,
let's all go home now.
[indistinct chatter]
- Thanks Joe.
- Tell Geraldine I said hello.
- See you Wayne.
[mysterious music]
- [Klaus] Bartender,
peppermint schnapps, please.
I like cowboys.
You're quite the cowboy.
- Get in.
- What's this all about?
- Just drive.
[upbeat music]
- Daddy, you're not as pretty as mama.
But I am still your girl.
I'm still daddy's little girl.
That piece of shit truck ready?
Rod, you put gas in this
dead bastard's truck?
- Yeah.
- Let's go!
- Courtesy of Rawley Wade.
- What?
- I was just noticing your lip there.
That little spot right there.
Thought it was a cut, but
that's a burn isn't it?
I can see the little singed inset.
It's burnt, isn't it?
- Yeah, it's burnt.
[birds squawking]
- Pull that fucker over or I'll blow
your god damn head off!
- All right, now god dammit hold on.
God dammit all right.
- Better do as she says.
- Pull it over, mother fucker!
[mysterious music]
Let's go, get out dick
for brains, move it!
What?
- Rawley Wade.
- What?
Don't fuck with me!
Open up the god damn box.
- I don't know what you talking about.
- Son of a bitch!
- We are back on top.
- [Violet] Yeah baby!
- Finally!
[gun firing]
[guns firing]
- Right there, Violet.
- Fuck you!
- Rod!
Don't be stupid.
Put the gun down.
Come on.
Still get out of this thing.
Just drop the gun.
[gun firing]
[moaning]
- Oh Violet!
- Violet.
Violet!
- Oh he blew my foot off Violet.
Oh he blew my foot off!
You gotta call an ambulance.
Oh it's fucking gone.
- Shut up Rod!
- Violet, I've been shot.
- Come on, come on.
Oh come on.
[gun firing]
Shit.
- I'm bleeding everywhere.
Look at my Violet, I'm fucking mangled.
Oh god please don't let me die, Violet.
Violet, Violet, Violet, I love you.
I love you.
And you know I love you, right?
I did this all for you Violet.
You know that, right?
You know Violet I love you.
- Violet!
Come on throw your gun out.
- Violet, you gotta get me outta here.
You gotta get me outta here.
It fucking hurts.
Help me, help me.
[gun firing]
- Rod!
Violet, come on out of there.
- You're not gonna get between
me and Rupert ever again.
No one will.
I'd rather die than be without him.
- Rawley, shit!
[gun firing]
[upbeat music]
Violet, Violet let's go.
I'm here for you baby, come on.
Let's go.
[gun firing]
[guns firing]
It's just you and me now baby.
I love you.
- Shut up, Isaac!
[guns firing]
[slow music]
[gun firing]
- All right!
I'm coming home baby.
[upbeat music]
I'm home!
Hey, where is everybody?
Rod?
Rod?
Where is your sexy fucking ass?
Hey, I'm home baby.
Rod?
Hey.
Vi?
- Not gonna get between
me and Rupert ever again!
I'd rather die than be without him.
[gun firing]
- [Sheriff] All right, I'm letting you go.
- Yes sir.
- [Sheriff] You're headed
in the right direction.
- [Rod] Help me, help me Violet.
[gun firing]
- Baby, I love you.
- Shut up Isaac.
[gun firing]
- Do you love me?
[gun firing]
[slow music]
- What is it?
- What do you say you and I take the rest
of the day off?
- Okay.
- Hey son.
- Hey dad.
We're gonna take a ride up to Yosemite.
- Sounds great.
But you've got a telephone call.
Mark Bradley wants to talk to you.
- Mark Bradley?
- Line two.
- Hello?
- [Mark] Hello?
- Yeah Mark?
- Anyone else on the phone?
Doesn't matter.
Seems like I can't...
Clear right now.
Rawley?
I had to call you.
I just needed to talk to someone.
What happened to the Smiths.
That was wrong.
They were a good family.
That shouldn't have happened.
- No, Mark, it shouldn't have.
- Rawley, people are gonna be in trouble.
- What do you mean?
Mark?
What do you mean people
are gonna be in trouble?
- I can't hurt myself Rawley.
I'm sorry I can't.
- Mark, what's going on up there?
Do you want me to come up?
- It shouldn't have happened that way.
The Smiths were so good.
All I wanted to do was hold them.
I wanted to hold them.
Just to know what it was like,
but I couldn't.
I'm so, so...
I have no family.
Rawley,
I killed them, I killed
them, I killed them.
- Mark, you killed the Smiths?
- Yes I did, they're gone.
They're gone.
And I don't want it to happen again.
You've gotta come up here.
- Mark?
[mysterious music]
Mark!
[screaming]
Mark!
[screaming]
- I just don't get it Rawley.
If Mark killed the Smiths
then who slashed his throat?
[phone ringing]
Hello?
Yeah, he's here, hold on a second.
Rawley, it's your dad.
- Yeah dad?
What?
- It's Richard Philmore.
His throat's been cut.
- [Girl] If Mark killed the Smiths,
who slashed his throat?
- [Joseph] It's Richard Philmore.
- That's why we moved up
here in the first place.
Get away from this sort of stuff.
- [Rawley] Mark, you killed the Smiths?
- [Mark] I had no family.
[rock music]
[bell ringing]
[loud banging]
[grunting]
[moaning]
[door creaking]
[crickets chirping]
- Thanks Billy.
[suspenseful music]
How's she doing?
- She's in pretty bad shape.
What happened to you?
- I killed Rupert Major.
- Rupert Major?
- Yeah, he jumped me with a hunting knife.
No dad, it's not Rupert.
- For crying out loud, who is it?
- Wait a minute.
Take a look at this dad.
I found that in Mark Radley's cabin.
- My God.
Who would wanna bring this back to life?
- [Rawley] I gotta go.
- Rawley.
- I'll call you later.
[mysterious music]
- Sheriff.
[gun firing]
- My God, he's trying to kill me.
I knew you'd come.
I'll show you.
You see I have you right here.
Next to little Montgomery
Clifton like river.
And I loved you in Hondo, so tall.
I love America.
Klaus says,
what makes a Charlie Manson forever!
- Charlie Manson.
I can't believe he has a website.
That photograph of Charlie
in the same cell in 1969.
It was August '69 the day
we brought him in here.
Evil, pure evil.
My God Rawley, it's taken me 29 years
to get this thing out of my life.
Never thought I'd see
anything like this again.
World's getting smaller, son.
No matter how far we are from everything,
this highway brings it all right to us.
Where you going son?
- I'm going home dad.
[slow, gentle music]
[bluesy music]
- [Klaus] I like cowboys.
You're quite the cowboy.