Road House (1989) - full transcript
Dalton is the Cooler in bars; He backs up and directs the bouncers. He takes a job in a Road House that has gotten far too rough. His attempts to clean things up put him in conflict with Brad Wesley, the town bully and rich person. Things heat up.
♪ She's run out of money ♪
♪ She's run out of love ♪
♪ One more chance, she said ♪
♪ If you love me, baby, pay the rent ♪
♪ Don't throw stones
You don't know ♪
♪ It's not what you say
it's what you do ♪
♪ Don't throw stones ♪
Go ahead, sir.
♪ Twice as bad a break ♪
♪ If you love me, buy me a big TV ♪
♪ You good-for-nothing, lazy child ♪
♪ Don't throw stones
You don't know ♪
♪ It's not what you say
It's what you do ♪
♪ Don't throw stones ♪
♪ Don't throw stones
You don't know ♪
How about some gold plastic?
You asshole!
What do you take me for?
Hey, get the fuck away from him.
Let go, dammit! Let fucking go!
It's time for you gentlemen to leave.
It's all right.
We were just having a little fun.
It's OK. I'm sorry.
OK, Dalton, I've always wanted to try you.
I think I can take you.
Outside.
OK. So here we are, let's go.
- Come on, hotshot.
- Come on! Come on, let's do it.
- Dirtball, where you going?
- Moose-lips, get back here!
- Dickhead!
- What are you, the Seven Dwarfs?
♪ Don't throw stones
You don't know ♪
♪ It's not what you say
It's what you do ♪
♪ Don't throw your stones ♪
♪ Don't throw stones
You don't know ♪
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Name's Dalton, right?
I don't know you.
My name is Tilghman.
Frank Tilghman.
I have a little club outside Kansas City
called the Double Deuce.
It used to be a sweet deal.
Now it's the kind of place that
they sweep up the eyeballs after closing.
Anyway, I've come into
a little bit of money.
I'd like to make a better life for myself.
I need somebody
to help me clean the place up.
I need the best.
- Wade Garrett's the best.
- Wade Garrett's getting old.
- He's still the best.
- I want you.
$5,000 up front. $500 a night, cash.
You pay all medical expenses.
I can live with that.
I run the show... completely.
- When the job's done, I walk.
- I've got your plane ticket right here.
I don't fly.
Too dangerous.
- Well, when do I expect you...
- Don't. I'll get there.
- Dalton, you all right?
- It's just a scratch.
By the way, Oscar, Bandstand's all yours.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- I'm outta here.
Great.
You know, I thought you'd be...
bigger.
Yo.
- What do I look like, a valet?
- Keep it. It's yours.
Hm?
♪ Well, I'm so tired of cryin'
But I'm out on the road again ♪
♪ I'm on the road again ♪
♪ I said I'm so tired of cryin'
But I'm out on the road again ♪
♪ I'm on the road again... ♪
Oh, a Mercedes!
Hey, hotshot...
what's wrong with Detroit cars?
Don't come back, peckerhead.
Bring on the real band!
♪ Take a tip from me, baby, please ♪
♪ Don't you cry no more ♪
♪ Don't you cry no more ♪
♪ But I ain't goin' down
that long, old lonesome road ♪
♪ All by myself ♪
Son of a bitch!
Yo, Steve.
Fuck 'em. They're brothers.
You're ripping my best fuckin' shirt.
You know, I get off at two...
and I'd just love to get you off
about a half an hour after that.
By God, you're a put-together woman.
Ladies first, asshole.
Hey! Hey, baby, come
and have fun with us a little while.
Damn it. Mongrel!
Oh, Jesus, not here.
Follow me to the bathroom.
I need a drink.
1, 2, 3, 4.
- Vodka rocks.
- You got it, baby.
Hey, vodka rocks.
What do you say
you and me get nipple to nipple?
I can do that without you.
Get him out of here now.
Come on, man. Get your hands off me.
You're not drinking. You're outta here.
Hey! Don't let him bother you.
Morgan was born an asshole
and just grew bigger.
I'm Carrie Ann.
If you need anything - anything -
you just let me know.
You got a name?
Yeah.
Well? What is it?
Dalton.
Oh, my God.
Shit. I heard of you.
Carrie Ann!
What are you waiting for? Christmas?
- Move!
- Oh, shut up. I'm goin'.
Jesus Christ.
- Get him out of here.
- Let's go, Sleeping Beauty.
Come on, move it.
Come on. What do you
think this is, a rest home?
All right, y'all, we'll be back in ten. We
gotta drain the main vein. Stick around.
Hey, you're paid to play. Play.
Fuck!
- Thanks, man.
- You play good for a blind, white boy.
Yeah, and I thought you'd be bigger.
- Dalton, how ya doin'? It's good to see ya.
- Same here, man.
The boys and I heard
you were coming into town.
Man, this toilet is worse than
the one we worked in Dayton.
Really?
Oh, man! It's a mean scene
around here, man.
There's blood on the floor every night.
- Hank, you know who that is?
- Who?
Dalton.
♪ Gonna tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John ♪
♪ He says he's got the blues,
but he has a lotta fun ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Ye-e-eah, baby ♪
♪ Woo-oo-ooh, baby... ♪
That guy at the end of the bar
is fucking Dalton, man.
He killed a guy once.
Ripped his throat right out.
Bullshit.
- What ya need, buddy?
- Coffee, black.
Ever seen a better pair of attitudes?
Fine, ain't they?
I'll tell you what, for 20 bucks...
- you can kiss 'em.
- Are you kidding?
Ten a kiss. Here and now.
Go ahead. Do it, go on.
- Go on.
- Come on. Come on.
Ten a kiss. Go ahead.
Yeah!
Hey, buddy, what are you doin'?
Are you gonna kiss 'em or not?
- I can't.
- What do you mean, you can't?
I ain't got 20 bucks.
What? You...!
- Oh, shit.
- Fight!
Break it up!
You son of a bitch!
Bastard!
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Havin' us some fun tonight ♪
Fuck. Anybody got a mirror?
Aw, shit.
Hey, how'd you like to tell us
what the fuck's goin' on?
- You gonna help us out or not?
- I'll let you know.
I heard you had balls big enough
to come in a dump truck, but...
you don't look like much to me.
Opinions vary.
Cody. Later.
- All right, man. You take care.
- See you guys.
This Dalton, what's his story?
The story is you fuck with him
and he'll seal your fate.
Yeah? So far he hasn't shown me shit.
She's a runner.
You have a customer on line two.
- These work?
- Sure do.
Jimmy, you have a customer
waiting for you on the lot.
Jimmy, you have a customer on the lot.
I'll take it.
Morning.
You the one who's got a room to rent?
Hm. Come on.
- You honest?
- Yes, sir.
You expect me to believe that?
No, sir.
Goddammit!
I swear he does that just to piss me off.
- Who does?
- Brad Wesley.
- Hello, bay.
- Like horses, do you?
- If they like me.
- You wouldn't steal 'em, would you?
No, sir.
Calling me sir is like putting an elevator
in an outhouse - don't belong.
- I'm Emmet.
- I'm Dalton.
So what do you think?
Well, I'll take it.
Must've been 20 people
look at that room this past year.
No phone, no television,
no conditioned air...
no tolerance for the fragrance of nature.
Nobody wanted it. How come you do?
You're just too persuasive for me, I guess.
It ain't the money,
but if I don't charge you...
the Presbyterians are likely
to pray for my ruination.
How does $100 a month strike you?
- Fine.
- You can afford that much?
If it keeps you in
the Church's good graces.
Ain't it peculiar how money
seems to do that very thing?
Now, this. This is the new Double Deuce.
I've put a lot of money and time into this.
And to protect my investment, I've hired
the best damn cooler in the business.
From now on he's in charge of all
the bar business. What he says goes.
Dalton?
- Morgan, you're out of here.
- What the fuck you talking about?
You don't have the right temperament.
- You asshole! What am I supposed to do?
- There's always barber college.
You're a dead man.
You're out, too.
We're selling booze here, not drugs.
Thank you.
Anybody else here dealing?
I'm telling you straight.
It's my way or the highway.
So anybody wants to walk, do it now.
All right.
People who really wanna have a good
time won't come to a slaughterhouse.
And we've got entirely
too many troublemakers here.
Too many 40-year-old adolescents,
felons, power drinkers...
and trustees of modern chemistry.
It's going to change.
Man, that sure sounds good.
But a lot of the guys who come in here,
we can't handle one-on-one.
- Even two-on-one.
- Don't worry about it.
All you have to do
is follow three simple rules.
One: Never underestimate your opponent.
Expect the unexpected.
Two: Take it outside.
Never start anything inside the bar
unless it's absolutely necessary.
And three: Be nice.
Come on.
If somebody gets in your face and calls
you a cocksucker, I want you to be nice.
OK.
Ask him to walk, be nice.
If he won't walk, walk him. But be nice.
If you can't walk him,
one of the others will help you.
And you'll both be nice.
I want you to remember that it's a job.
- It's nothing personal.
- Uh-huh.
Being called a cocksucker isn't personal?
No. It's two nouns combined
to elicit a prescribed response.
What if somebody
calls my mama a whore?
Is she?
I want you to be nice...
until it's time to not be nice.
Well, how're we supposed
to know when that is?
You won't. I'll let you know.
You are the bouncers. I am the cooler.
All you have to do is
watch my back and each others'.
Take out the trash.
One, two, three
♪ 737 comin' outta the sky ♪
♪ Won't you take me down to Memphis
on a midnight ride? ♪
♪ I wanna move ♪
♪ Play in a travellin' band ♪
♪ Well, I'm flyin' across the land
Tryin' to get a hand ♪
♪ Playin' in a travellin' band ♪
- This is a Sears credit card.
- Beverly, Agnes.
- Hi, Steve.
- It's OK. They're friends of mine.
- But Dalton said...
- Trust me. This way, girls.
- Leaded or unleaded?
- Leaded.
Hey!
Hank. Hank!
- Come on, darlin'!
- Hey, pal, get her down. What d'you say?
I say let her dance.
Whoo!
Wa-hoo! Come on, baby!
Hey, look, pal, we don't...
- Come on, motherfucker.
- Stay back!
Come on, motherfucker.
Escort this gentleman to the door.
- Did you see that shit?
- Yeah.
Who is that guy?
He is good. He is real good.
The name is Dalton.
Oh, yeah! You're gonna be my
regular Saturday-night thing, baby.
Oh, yeah. I've been thinkin' about you.
Steve!
Yo, Steve.
You're history.
But I'm on my break.
Stay on it.
Shit!
You got quite
a little enterprise going here.
What?
You go through a bottle every 30 minutes,
you skim the till for six shots a bottle.
On drafts, one every ten.
I figure he's costing you
about $150 a night.
So?
So consider it severance pay.
Take the train.
I didn't hear you say that.
Well, I'm sayin' it now.
You sure?
Get out.
Well, it was a good night. Nobody died.
It'll get worse before it gets better.
I love this guy. Isn't he cute?
Darling.
Dalton!
Hey, Dalton.
Dalton!
Morning. I... brought you some breakfast.
Oh, Shit.
So, how'd you find me?
Oh, I... It wasn't too hard.
I mean... You know what I... mean.
What did you do there last night?
- What do you mean?
- Well, you fired the bartender, Pat.
- He was skimming.
- You should not have done that, Dalton.
- Yeah? Why's that?
- You just shouldn't have, that's all.
Here you go.
Breakfast.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, my God!
- What is the joke?
- Well, there's no joke.
I just think I'm lookin'
at a dead man, though.
It seems everywhere I go
I hear that same joke.
Yeah? Well, something tells me
you bring it on yourself.
♪ Oh, life could be a dream ♪
♪ If I could take you up
in paradise up above ♪
♪ If you would tell me
I'm the only one that you love ♪
♪ Life could be a dream, sweetheart ♪
♪ Every time I look at you ♪
♪ Something is on my mind ♪
♪ If you do what I want you to ♪
♪ Baby, we'd be so fine ♪
♪ Sh-boom, sh-boom ♪
♪ Sh-boom, sh-boom ♪
♪ Ya-da-da, da-da-da, sh-boom! ♪
A new windshield will cost you
more than that old beater's worth.
My advice would be scrap her.
Well, I like her,
so order me one, would you?
It'll take a few days.
Aerial I can get you now.
Great.
- You the boy from the Double Deuce?
- Yes, sir.
Yeah... Well, I kinda figured you'd be by.
You wanna put in a standing order now?
No, I'll pay as I go.
- Dalton.
- Red Webster.
- How long you gonna be in town?
- Not very long.
That's what I said 25 years ago.
- Really? What happened?
- I got married, to an ugly woman.
Don't ever do that.
It just takes the energy right out of you.
She left me, though.
Found somebody
even uglier than she was.
That's life. Who can explain it?
Oh, that's $5.
- So, Why'd you stay on?
- Oh, I fell for the place.
- Hello, Brad.
- Red.
- Brad Wesley.
- Dalton.
He's working at the Double Deuce.
Oh, terrific. Hope you're gonna clean
that place up. Bad element over there.
Well, anything I can do for you...
Thanks, Red.
Well, Red.
Beautiful day, isn't it?
Was.
♪ People preach to me about love... ♪
- Problem?
- There's no problem.
Just a little mistake, that's all.
What's that?
My job.
- You don't get it, do you?
- Why don't you explain it to me?
- I'll explain it to you!
- Hey, shut up, shithead.
Mr Tilghman has changed his mind.
And that's all you need to know, son.
No, I'm gonna have to know
a little bit more than that.
Mr Tilghman may own this bar...
but the liquor he serves
is supplied to him by Brad Wesley.
Now, Pat McGurn is in the employ of
Mr Wesley - his uncle - not Mr Tilghman.
You see, I'm stayin' and you're goin'!
- Oh, really?
- That's right.
- Sit down!
- Come on, Dalton. You and me right now.
Right now!
What's the matter, you chicken dick?
What are you afraid of? Me?
Is that it, Dalton? You scared to fight me?
Big, bad Dalton.
What, you wanna kiss and make up?
Argh!
Jesus Christ!
- Stand him up, stand him up.
- Get up, you fuck! Get up!
Get up! Hey, get up!
Get up! Motherfucker!
You're outta here, pal.
Hi. I'm Dr Clay.
Hi.
- How'd this happen?
- Natural causes.
- Looks like a knife wound.
- Like I said.
- You're a bouncer.
- Mm-hm. Double Deuce.
Nice place. They send
a lot of business my way.
- I'm hoping to change that.
- All by yourself?
Well, Mr Dalton, you may add nine staples
to your dossier of 31 broken bones...
two bullet wounds, nine puncture
wounds and four steel screws.
That's an estimate, of course.
- I'll give you a local.
- No, thank you.
- Do you enjoy pain?
- Pain don't hurt.
Most of my patients
would disagree with you.
OK.
D'you always carry
your medical records with you?
Saves time.
Your file says you've got
a degree from NYU. What in?
Philosophy.
- Any particular discipline?
- No, not really.
Um, man's search for faith.
That sort of shit.
- Come up with any answers?
- Not too many.
How's a guy like you end up a bouncer?
Just lucky, I guess.
Nice work. Good, clean stitches.
Thank you.
Do you ever win a fight?
Nobody ever wins a fight.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
Listen, uh...
If you'd like to stop by the Double Deuce
sometime, I can buy you a coffee if you...
Happen to be in the neighbourhood, huh?
Mm-hm.
You know, for that line of work,
I thought you'd be bigger.
Gee, I've never heard that before.
Did I explain it wrong?
- Is that it?
- No, boss, you didn't.
Pat's got a weak constitution.
You boys know that.
That's why he's working as a bartender.
He's my only sister's son,
and if he doesn't have me, who's he got?
And if I'm not there, you're there.
I should have let you go, Jimmy.
Well, one of you boys
owes me an apology.
Now I leave it up to you to decide which
one of you wants to say "I'm sorry."
- I'm sorry, boss.
- I'm sorry, boss.
I believe you, Tinker.
But you, O'Connor,
somehow I don't believe you.
Now try it again. If there's one thing
I can't stand, it's a man who's untruthful.
- I'm sorry, boss.
- I hate a man who can't admit he's wrong.
- I swear to God, boss, I'm sorry.
- You disgust me. Wanna know why?
No, why, boss?
Cos you're a bleeder.
You bleed too much.
- You are a messy bleeder.
- Argh!
You're weak.
You got no endurance for pain.
Now, come on. Get up.
Hey, you'll be fine. Come on.
Well, help him up!
You're gonna be fine.
And you know why? Because I like you.
Get this piece-of-shit coward out of here.
- Work ain't work when you're havin' fun.
- Life is good.
Jesus.
Red?
- Red!
- Yeah?
What happened? Did you get robbed?
Every week.
So what does he take?
- Who?
- Brad Wesley.
Ten per cent - to start.
Oh, it's all legal like. He formed
the Jasper Improvement Society.
All the businesses in town belong to it.
Everybody pay?
Does a hobbyhorse have a wooden dick?
Charge!
- Come back here.
- Take it easy, Rambo.
I know you wanna save the world from
commies, but do it from down here, man.
- Squirt him.
- Hose him down.
Cool him off.
- Garrett!
- Yo!
Some guy name of Dalton.
- What's going on, "mijo?"
- Hey, hey. How you doin', buddy?
Shit! Hell, kid, I'm in hog heaven.
If I was doin' any better
I couldn't live with myself. And you?
- I'm all right.
- "You oughta be, all that money you make."
- What's going on down in Jasper?
- Oh, you know. New town, same story.
Um, listen.
You ever heard of a guy
named Brad Wesley?
No, can't say that I have.
You having trouble?
Oh, you know. Nothing I'm not used to.
But it's amazing
what you can get used to, huh?
Yeah, tell me about it.
This place has a sign over the urinal
that says "Don't eat the big, white mint."
- Stay cool, kid.
- Right.
Gotta go. I'll see ya.
Later.
♪ Ooh! I don't wanna lose the good thing ♪
♪ That I got ♪
♪ Cos if I did, I would surely ♪
♪ Surely lose a lot ♪
♪ For your love is better... ♪
Why won't you look me in the eye?
I'm shy.
Would you be shocked if I said
"Let's go to my place and fuck"?
Ain't gonna kill you.
You know, you might even like it.
Say good night, Denise.
Bastard! Let go!
♪ Thunder ♪
♪ Lightning ♪
♪ The way you love me is frightening ♪
♪ I think I better knock on wood... ♪
I didn't know she could sing.
Right boot.
Got it.
- Sorry, we're closed.
- Then what are these people doin' here?
Drinking and having a good time.
That's why we're here.
You're too stupid to have a good time.
Go on, Dalton. Kick his ass!
All right! Yeah!
Son of a bitch!
Give me the biggest guy in the world, you
smash his knee, he'll drop like a stone.
Damn good fight.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- So, you looking for somebody?
- You.
Are you always better than they are?
- Pretty much.
- Never been put down?
No. Not really.
How do you explain that?
Those looking for trouble are not much
of a problem to someone ready for them.
I suspect it's always been that way.
Somebody has to do it.
Somebody's gotta pay somebody to do it.
Might as well be you.
I'd better take you home.
If I keep talking, you're gonna
go off thinking I'm a nice guy.
I know you're not a nice guy.
Pretty soon I'm gonna have
to start charging that burn rent.
Tonight's rent.
- Your fan club?
- They are devoted.
You live some kind of life, Dalton.
Too ugly for you.
I didn't say that.
- See ya.
- Bye.
We've been looking all over for you.
Mr Wesley wants to see you.
Let's go.
After you.
Hey, Dalton. Have a Bloody Mary?
- Some breakfast?
- No, thank you.
Suit yourself.
Will you shut that shit off?!
I can't listen to that crap. It has no heart.
- My grandfather.
- Looks like an important man.
He was an asshole.
But you, you're a smart boy,
aren't you, Dalton?
You're just not too realistic.
Christ, I'm just like you. I came up
the hard way, from the streets of Chicago.
When I came to this town
after Korea there was nothing.
I brought the mall here. I got the 7-Eleven.
I got the Photomat here.
Christ, JC Penney is coming here because
of me. You ask anybody, they'll tell you.
You've gotten rich
off the people in this town.
You bet your ass I have.
And I'm gonna get richer.
I believe we all have
a purpose on this earth.
A destiny. I have a faith in that destiny.
It tells me to gather unto me what is mine.
But, Christ, you get paid for beating
people up. Tell me you don't love it.
Of course you do.
You wouldn't be human if you didn't.
Dalton.
I have a cousin in Memphis.
Tells me you killed a man down there.
Tells me you said it was
self-defense at the trial.
But you and I know that isn't so, don't we?
Relax. Relax.
Tell me...
if I owned a bar
and wanted to clean it up...
how much would it take
to get you to come work for me?
There's no amount of money.
♪ Keep your eyes on the road
and your hands upon the wheel ♪
All right, we're here!
♪ Back at the roadhouse
They got some bungalows ♪
♪ Said back at the roadhouse
They got some bungalows... ♪
♪ And that's for the people
who like to get down slow ♪
♪ Let it roll, baby, roll ♪
- ♪ Let it roll, baby, roll
- Thanks. ♪
♪ Let it roll ♪
♪ All night long ♪
Good to see you.
Ernie, what's the story?
Whisky's running low.
I finally get this place just the way I want
it, and now we're running out of booze.
I've called every supplier I know.
Why won't they deliver?
Wesley. Ernie, give me the phone.
I'll take care of it.
Hi.
- I hear you're the new marshal in town.
- You heard wrong.
Uh-oh.
Dig a hole.
This is your place?
Up there.
It's quiet and the horses let me know
if anybody comes around.
I love it.
♪ These arms of ♪
♪ Mine ♪
♪ They are lonely ♪
♪ Lonely and feeling blue... ♪
I saw your picture in Red Webster's place.
He's my uncle.
Nice old guy.
Yeah. He raised me after my parents died.
That's why I came back here.
Now we take care of each other.
So how come you never got married?
I did.
- What happened?
- It didn't work.
Why?
Guess I picked the wrong guy.
♪ These arms of mine ♪
♪ They are burning ♪
♪ Yearning from wanting you ♪
♪ And if you ♪
♪ Would let them hold you ♪
♪ Oh, I'll breathe, oh, I will be ♪
♪ These arms of mine ♪
♪ They are burning ♪
♪ Burning from wanting you ♪
♪ These arms of mine ♪
♪ They are wanting ♪
♪ Wanting to hold you ♪
♪ And if you ♪
♪ Would let them hold you ♪
♪ Oh, I'll breathe, oh, I will be ♪
♪ Come on, come on, baby ♪
♪ Just be my little woman ♪
♪ Just be my lover ♪
♪ Oh, I need me somebody ♪
♪ Somebody to treat me right ♪
♪ I need your arms ♪
♪ Lovin' arms to hold me tight ♪
♪ And I, I, I need ♪
♪ I need your ♪
♪ I need your tender lips ♪
Mmm.
Little Rock.
You're gonna have a lot of pain
when you get older.
You could be crippled
if you don't slow down.
Yeah, that's what they say.
- You already know that?
- No. I just said "That's what they say."
Where are you gonna go from here?
I don't know.
You could stay, Dalton. If you wanted to.
I don't think so.
Hang on.
- You got a woman up there with you?
- That's right.
Don't give me no lip, Lord.
- Where did she get to?
- She'll be back.
If you're smart, you'd pitch your tent.
Sometimes
I'm not as smart as I'd like to be.
You never know, son. Maybe
she'll be smart enough for both of you.
Thanks, Ernie.
- Hiya, Dal.
- Hi, honey.
- Hey, there he is.
- Hey. What's up?
- Hey, Cody.
- Hey, bro. What's going down?
Not too much.
That's not what I hear.
The word is that you've been
spending time with Elizabeth Clay.
- So?
- Know who had a thing for Elizabeth?
Brad Wesley.
Now, as I hear it,
she left town and he went nuts.
It's a small town, Dalton.
Dalton!
The truck's here.
OK.
Of course, that's just the word.
- Thanks.
- No problem.
The Double Deuce.
Hey, hey!
Put 'em back.
This bar is closed for business.
It's OK, Jim. Take a break.
Can I buy you guys a drink?
Guess not.
You got a skinny little runt
named Dalton working here?
Yeah. He's out the back.
I know you.
Pour me a beer, will you? I'll be back.
How d'you like that, Kung Fu?
How's it going, "mijo?"
Mind your own business, Dad.
Do you wanna fight, dickless?
I sure ain't gonna show you my dick.
Oh, Shit!
Goddamn, that hurts, doesn't it?
Hey, there's a fight out back!
- Hey, I had it under control.
- Yeah, I knew that.
- Glad to see you.
- Good to see you.
- Who is that guy?
- Gentlemen, Wade Garrett.
- Holy shit.
- Exactly right.
Morgan, nice to see ya.
Where in the fuck are we going now?
I got somebody I want you to meet.
Uh-oh.
- I thought you said you were all right.
- I'm fine.
I fucking knew it.
Hi.
Hey.
1975, Albuquerque.
Got blindsided by
a bottle of Jack Daniel's.
Fucking around somewhere I shouldn't
have been at the time. I was very drunk.
Kid here got his head cracked.
You got the scar.
Oh, I'll show you a scar. I'll show you
one I'm real sentimental about, Doc.
- A woman?
- Boy, was she!
- I feel like dancing. Like to dance, Doc?
- Yeah.
- What time is it?
- Daytime.
Good. Then some other place
has gotta be open. Let's go.
Take this lady someplace where
it's a little more romantic. Let's go.
- He's serious.
- Come on.
Well, we'd better go.
There you are.
- ♪ All my... ♪
- ♪ My ex's live in Texas ♪
Yea-ha.
God, he's great coming out of the gate,
but not much for stamina.
♪ All my ex's live in Texas ♪
♪ And that's why
I hang my hat in Tennessee... ♪
This the part where you say
how great your friend is?
Hardly.
This is the part where I tell you
I want you for myself.
Uh, yo! Whatever he's saying,
you can be fairly sure it's a lie.
♪ But I'm alive and well in Tennessee ♪
Don't bet on it.
Thanks, Doc.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
That gal's got entirely too many brains
to have an ass like that.
You got your hands full, kid.
What's the matter?
Still living in the past, aren't you?
We're a long way from Memphis.
- Memphis has nothing to do with it.
- Bullshit!
That dog won't hunt.
I can't believe you're still
dragging that shit around with you.
It seems to me you'd be
a little more... philosophical about it.
And cut it the fuck loose.
You know that fucking cu...
That "girl..."
never told you she was married.
Did she?
And when a man sticks a gun
in your face you got two choices.
You can die or
you can kill the motherfucker.
Don't mean to bust up the party,
but my shift starts in a couple of hours.
- Oh, yeah.
- Thought I'd go home, get some sleep.
- Aren't you guys tired?
- I'll get all the sleep I need when I die.
Thanks for the dance.
Bye.
Dalton, Red's place is on fire!
Well, with a fire like that, nothing
they could do. Nothing. Jack Daniel's.
Thank you.
It's like a morgue in here.
Play something, Elvis.
Get those firemen in here.
I wanna buy them a drink.
They risked their lives to save
a no-good draft dodger like Red Webster.
Ask for a little contribution to improve the
town, everybody digs deep, except him.
Of course you can dance, honey.
Elvis, play something with balls.
If you're gonna have a pet,
keep it on a leash.
You're right. Jimmy!
Can somebody get a drink around here?
You!
Come on, old man.
All right, that's enough.
This isn't working out, Dalton.
Let's go, boys.
Your ass is mine, boy.
Same town, new story, huh, pal?
Let's get a beer.
- I've talked till I'm blue in the face.
- We could salvage the place, Red.
We could build it back up. I'll help.
- Nope.
- But you got insurance, don't you?
For 20 years I've watched Wesley get
richer while everybody else got poorer.
- Can you prove he started the fire?
- Who you gonna prove it to?
He's got the sheriff and
the whole police force in his pocket!
I can call a friend in Springfield
who works with the FBI.
Are you gonna take the stand
against him?
There's only one person here you gotta
prove anything to. That's Wesley himself.
You scared him last night.
Brad Wesley, he's not
afraid of anything, right?
Well, last night
that son of a bitch was afraid.
No, he wasn't.
Dalton, check this out. Wesley wants to
put a little something down on a new car.
You lost your faith, Strodenmire.
That's what it is. It's made you an abuser.
Well, what are you waiting for, Gary?
Drive through there!
No! No! No!
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
Oh, my God!
Yeah!
What the hell is wrong with you, Brad?
Have you lost your mind?
He's a drifter, you know. To see you wind
up with someone like that, it's a shame.
This has nothing to do with him.
Well, you get him out of here, Elizabeth...
cos if you don't...
he's going down.
And I'm not gonna lose
a second's sleep about it.
Strodenmire.
I never thought you'd turn on me, too.
This is my town.
Don't you forget it.
Let's go, Jimmy.
You got insurance, don't you?
Well, amigo.
You're all fucked up, aren't you?
Let's crank that thing up
and head down the road.
We can be gone by dawn,
never see this place again.
You can leave any time you want to.
Oh, shit, kid.
Oh, fuck.
- You don't need this.
- Don't tell me what I need!
If you want to go, go. Get the fuck
out of here and leave me alone.
Yeah, you're right.
I ought to stop telling you what to do.
Maybe I ought to kick your ass.
No, we don't wanna do this.
I wanna tell you something else.
You taught me
as much as I ever taught you.
I love you, "mijo."
I'll see you.
Dalton?
- It's a little late for a house call.
- I came to talk to you.
No.
You came to tell me to leave.
I care about you, Dalton.
You don't know him.
Bullshit!
I know exactly who Brad Wesley is.
I have seen his kind many times.
He keeps taking and taking
until somebody takes him.
It's obvious nobody here
can stand up to him.
- But you can stop him
- Brad Wesley picked me.
And when he did he fucked up.
I am only good at one thing, Doc.
I never lose.
But what are you gonna win? Who's this
for anyway? Are you doing it for them?
I don't think so.
You think you're gonna save
these people from Wesley?
Well, who's gonna save 'em from you?
Emma!
Emmet?
Emmet, talk to me. Are you all right?
I'd be fine if you'd get off of me.
- Prepare to die.
- You are such an asshole.
I used to fuck guys like you in prison.
Damn, boy... I thought you were good.
Go fuck yourself.
Yee-agh!
Argh! Argh!
I'm gonna kill you the old-fashioned way.
Argh!
Wesley!
Wesley!
Wesley!
Fuck you!
- Hello.
- Top of the morning to you.
Well, here's what's on for today.
Wade... or Elizabeth?
What?
One of 'em dies.
Now, who will it be? Hm?
You are a sick man.
Well, I just have to flip a coin.
Hold on a second.
Wesley!
Dalton...
I'd sure like to tell
you how it turned out.
Wesley!
Garrett. Oh, my God.
Over here.
- Are you all right?
- Mm-hm.
There was only three of 'em.
They said I was lucky.
I gotta find Doc.
Let's go.
Sit the fuck down.
Have a beer. I'll be back.
Hey.
Wesley wins, man. We're out of here.
Attaboy, "mijo."
- Where's Dr Clay?
- She's in X-ray.
- Get your things. We're out of here.
- I'm not going anywhere with you.
Oh, yes, you are. Let's go. Now!
Forget it.
Doc...
the man is crazy.
And you're not?
Now, get out of here.
Yo. Wake the fuck up.
We're out of here.
I said one beer, "senor."
Remember that blonde? Whew!
She could suck-start a Harley.
There he is.
Get outta here!
Find that prick.
Carter!
Shit!
Tails again.
I hate this place.
Mr Wesley!
You're made for each other.
I see you found my trophy room, Dalton.
The only thing that's missing...
is your ass.
What's this all about anyway?
Your friend Wade?
One old man?
That's what I call a mercy killing.
I took him out of his misery.
Now, you're not mad at me
about that, are you?
Hell, you took Jimmy.
He was in better shape.
Hell, you took all my boys.
Now, come on out, Dalton.
This town is big enough for both of us.
Let's talk about this.
Argh!
I thought it would be fun
to fight you, Dalton. I really did.
But now I just don't have the time.
No!
It's over!
Argh!
This is "our" town, and don't "you" forget it.
- Brad, where are you?
- They're in here, Sheriff.
All right. Who's gonna tell me
what the hell happened here?
I didn't see nothing.
- You see anything, Pete?
- No, I didn't see anything.
You see anything, Red?
I didn't see nothing. Not a thing.
You see anything, Tinker?
A polar bear fell on me.
♪ Look out across the fields ♪
♪ See me returning ♪
♪ Smoke is in your eyes ♪
♪ You draw a smile ♪
♪ From the fireplace ♪
♪ Where my letters to you are burning ♪
♪ You've had time to think about it ♪
♪ For a while ♪
♪ Well, I've walked two hundred miles ♪
♪ Look me over ♪
♪ It's the end of the chase ♪
♪ And the moon is high ♪
♪ It won't matter who loves who ♪
♪ You'll love me and I'll love you ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ From the sky ♪
♪ I can see through your walls ♪
♪ I can tell that you're hurting ♪
♪ Sorrow covers you up like a cape ♪
♪ Only yesterday
I know that you were flirting ♪
♪ With disaster ♪
♪ You somehow managed to escape ♪
♪ Well, I can't provide for you
no easy answers ♪
♪ Who are you that I should have to lie? ♪
♪ You'll know all about it, love ♪
♪ It will fit you like a glove ♪
♪ Hey, hey! ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ From the sky ♪
♪ Hey, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ For all eternity ♪
♪ I think I will remember ♪
♪ That icy wind ♪
♪ That's howling in your eye ♪
♪ You will see me in good time ♪
♪ In the wasteland of your mind ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ From the sky ♪
♪ Whoa, yeah! ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ From the sky ♪
♪ She's run out of love ♪
♪ One more chance, she said ♪
♪ If you love me, baby, pay the rent ♪
♪ Don't throw stones
You don't know ♪
♪ It's not what you say
it's what you do ♪
♪ Don't throw stones ♪
Go ahead, sir.
♪ Twice as bad a break ♪
♪ If you love me, buy me a big TV ♪
♪ You good-for-nothing, lazy child ♪
♪ Don't throw stones
You don't know ♪
♪ It's not what you say
It's what you do ♪
♪ Don't throw stones ♪
♪ Don't throw stones
You don't know ♪
How about some gold plastic?
You asshole!
What do you take me for?
Hey, get the fuck away from him.
Let go, dammit! Let fucking go!
It's time for you gentlemen to leave.
It's all right.
We were just having a little fun.
It's OK. I'm sorry.
OK, Dalton, I've always wanted to try you.
I think I can take you.
Outside.
OK. So here we are, let's go.
- Come on, hotshot.
- Come on! Come on, let's do it.
- Dirtball, where you going?
- Moose-lips, get back here!
- Dickhead!
- What are you, the Seven Dwarfs?
♪ Don't throw stones
You don't know ♪
♪ It's not what you say
It's what you do ♪
♪ Don't throw your stones ♪
♪ Don't throw stones
You don't know ♪
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Name's Dalton, right?
I don't know you.
My name is Tilghman.
Frank Tilghman.
I have a little club outside Kansas City
called the Double Deuce.
It used to be a sweet deal.
Now it's the kind of place that
they sweep up the eyeballs after closing.
Anyway, I've come into
a little bit of money.
I'd like to make a better life for myself.
I need somebody
to help me clean the place up.
I need the best.
- Wade Garrett's the best.
- Wade Garrett's getting old.
- He's still the best.
- I want you.
$5,000 up front. $500 a night, cash.
You pay all medical expenses.
I can live with that.
I run the show... completely.
- When the job's done, I walk.
- I've got your plane ticket right here.
I don't fly.
Too dangerous.
- Well, when do I expect you...
- Don't. I'll get there.
- Dalton, you all right?
- It's just a scratch.
By the way, Oscar, Bandstand's all yours.
- What's that supposed to mean?
- I'm outta here.
Great.
You know, I thought you'd be...
bigger.
Yo.
- What do I look like, a valet?
- Keep it. It's yours.
Hm?
♪ Well, I'm so tired of cryin'
But I'm out on the road again ♪
♪ I'm on the road again ♪
♪ I said I'm so tired of cryin'
But I'm out on the road again ♪
♪ I'm on the road again... ♪
Oh, a Mercedes!
Hey, hotshot...
what's wrong with Detroit cars?
Don't come back, peckerhead.
Bring on the real band!
♪ Take a tip from me, baby, please ♪
♪ Don't you cry no more ♪
♪ Don't you cry no more ♪
♪ But I ain't goin' down
that long, old lonesome road ♪
♪ All by myself ♪
Son of a bitch!
Yo, Steve.
Fuck 'em. They're brothers.
You're ripping my best fuckin' shirt.
You know, I get off at two...
and I'd just love to get you off
about a half an hour after that.
By God, you're a put-together woman.
Ladies first, asshole.
Hey! Hey, baby, come
and have fun with us a little while.
Damn it. Mongrel!
Oh, Jesus, not here.
Follow me to the bathroom.
I need a drink.
1, 2, 3, 4.
- Vodka rocks.
- You got it, baby.
Hey, vodka rocks.
What do you say
you and me get nipple to nipple?
I can do that without you.
Get him out of here now.
Come on, man. Get your hands off me.
You're not drinking. You're outta here.
Hey! Don't let him bother you.
Morgan was born an asshole
and just grew bigger.
I'm Carrie Ann.
If you need anything - anything -
you just let me know.
You got a name?
Yeah.
Well? What is it?
Dalton.
Oh, my God.
Shit. I heard of you.
Carrie Ann!
What are you waiting for? Christmas?
- Move!
- Oh, shut up. I'm goin'.
Jesus Christ.
- Get him out of here.
- Let's go, Sleeping Beauty.
Come on, move it.
Come on. What do you
think this is, a rest home?
All right, y'all, we'll be back in ten. We
gotta drain the main vein. Stick around.
Hey, you're paid to play. Play.
Fuck!
- Thanks, man.
- You play good for a blind, white boy.
Yeah, and I thought you'd be bigger.
- Dalton, how ya doin'? It's good to see ya.
- Same here, man.
The boys and I heard
you were coming into town.
Man, this toilet is worse than
the one we worked in Dayton.
Really?
Oh, man! It's a mean scene
around here, man.
There's blood on the floor every night.
- Hank, you know who that is?
- Who?
Dalton.
♪ Gonna tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John ♪
♪ He says he's got the blues,
but he has a lotta fun ♪
♪ Oh, baby ♪
♪ Ye-e-eah, baby ♪
♪ Woo-oo-ooh, baby... ♪
That guy at the end of the bar
is fucking Dalton, man.
He killed a guy once.
Ripped his throat right out.
Bullshit.
- What ya need, buddy?
- Coffee, black.
Ever seen a better pair of attitudes?
Fine, ain't they?
I'll tell you what, for 20 bucks...
- you can kiss 'em.
- Are you kidding?
Ten a kiss. Here and now.
Go ahead. Do it, go on.
- Go on.
- Come on. Come on.
Ten a kiss. Go ahead.
Yeah!
Hey, buddy, what are you doin'?
Are you gonna kiss 'em or not?
- I can't.
- What do you mean, you can't?
I ain't got 20 bucks.
What? You...!
- Oh, shit.
- Fight!
Break it up!
You son of a bitch!
Bastard!
♪ Baby ♪
♪ Havin' us some fun tonight ♪
Fuck. Anybody got a mirror?
Aw, shit.
Hey, how'd you like to tell us
what the fuck's goin' on?
- You gonna help us out or not?
- I'll let you know.
I heard you had balls big enough
to come in a dump truck, but...
you don't look like much to me.
Opinions vary.
Cody. Later.
- All right, man. You take care.
- See you guys.
This Dalton, what's his story?
The story is you fuck with him
and he'll seal your fate.
Yeah? So far he hasn't shown me shit.
She's a runner.
You have a customer on line two.
- These work?
- Sure do.
Jimmy, you have a customer
waiting for you on the lot.
Jimmy, you have a customer on the lot.
I'll take it.
Morning.
You the one who's got a room to rent?
Hm. Come on.
- You honest?
- Yes, sir.
You expect me to believe that?
No, sir.
Goddammit!
I swear he does that just to piss me off.
- Who does?
- Brad Wesley.
- Hello, bay.
- Like horses, do you?
- If they like me.
- You wouldn't steal 'em, would you?
No, sir.
Calling me sir is like putting an elevator
in an outhouse - don't belong.
- I'm Emmet.
- I'm Dalton.
So what do you think?
Well, I'll take it.
Must've been 20 people
look at that room this past year.
No phone, no television,
no conditioned air...
no tolerance for the fragrance of nature.
Nobody wanted it. How come you do?
You're just too persuasive for me, I guess.
It ain't the money,
but if I don't charge you...
the Presbyterians are likely
to pray for my ruination.
How does $100 a month strike you?
- Fine.
- You can afford that much?
If it keeps you in
the Church's good graces.
Ain't it peculiar how money
seems to do that very thing?
Now, this. This is the new Double Deuce.
I've put a lot of money and time into this.
And to protect my investment, I've hired
the best damn cooler in the business.
From now on he's in charge of all
the bar business. What he says goes.
Dalton?
- Morgan, you're out of here.
- What the fuck you talking about?
You don't have the right temperament.
- You asshole! What am I supposed to do?
- There's always barber college.
You're a dead man.
You're out, too.
We're selling booze here, not drugs.
Thank you.
Anybody else here dealing?
I'm telling you straight.
It's my way or the highway.
So anybody wants to walk, do it now.
All right.
People who really wanna have a good
time won't come to a slaughterhouse.
And we've got entirely
too many troublemakers here.
Too many 40-year-old adolescents,
felons, power drinkers...
and trustees of modern chemistry.
It's going to change.
Man, that sure sounds good.
But a lot of the guys who come in here,
we can't handle one-on-one.
- Even two-on-one.
- Don't worry about it.
All you have to do
is follow three simple rules.
One: Never underestimate your opponent.
Expect the unexpected.
Two: Take it outside.
Never start anything inside the bar
unless it's absolutely necessary.
And three: Be nice.
Come on.
If somebody gets in your face and calls
you a cocksucker, I want you to be nice.
OK.
Ask him to walk, be nice.
If he won't walk, walk him. But be nice.
If you can't walk him,
one of the others will help you.
And you'll both be nice.
I want you to remember that it's a job.
- It's nothing personal.
- Uh-huh.
Being called a cocksucker isn't personal?
No. It's two nouns combined
to elicit a prescribed response.
What if somebody
calls my mama a whore?
Is she?
I want you to be nice...
until it's time to not be nice.
Well, how're we supposed
to know when that is?
You won't. I'll let you know.
You are the bouncers. I am the cooler.
All you have to do is
watch my back and each others'.
Take out the trash.
One, two, three
♪ 737 comin' outta the sky ♪
♪ Won't you take me down to Memphis
on a midnight ride? ♪
♪ I wanna move ♪
♪ Play in a travellin' band ♪
♪ Well, I'm flyin' across the land
Tryin' to get a hand ♪
♪ Playin' in a travellin' band ♪
- This is a Sears credit card.
- Beverly, Agnes.
- Hi, Steve.
- It's OK. They're friends of mine.
- But Dalton said...
- Trust me. This way, girls.
- Leaded or unleaded?
- Leaded.
Hey!
Hank. Hank!
- Come on, darlin'!
- Hey, pal, get her down. What d'you say?
I say let her dance.
Whoo!
Wa-hoo! Come on, baby!
Hey, look, pal, we don't...
- Come on, motherfucker.
- Stay back!
Come on, motherfucker.
Escort this gentleman to the door.
- Did you see that shit?
- Yeah.
Who is that guy?
He is good. He is real good.
The name is Dalton.
Oh, yeah! You're gonna be my
regular Saturday-night thing, baby.
Oh, yeah. I've been thinkin' about you.
Steve!
Yo, Steve.
You're history.
But I'm on my break.
Stay on it.
Shit!
You got quite
a little enterprise going here.
What?
You go through a bottle every 30 minutes,
you skim the till for six shots a bottle.
On drafts, one every ten.
I figure he's costing you
about $150 a night.
So?
So consider it severance pay.
Take the train.
I didn't hear you say that.
Well, I'm sayin' it now.
You sure?
Get out.
Well, it was a good night. Nobody died.
It'll get worse before it gets better.
I love this guy. Isn't he cute?
Darling.
Dalton!
Hey, Dalton.
Dalton!
Morning. I... brought you some breakfast.
Oh, Shit.
So, how'd you find me?
Oh, I... It wasn't too hard.
I mean... You know what I... mean.
What did you do there last night?
- What do you mean?
- Well, you fired the bartender, Pat.
- He was skimming.
- You should not have done that, Dalton.
- Yeah? Why's that?
- You just shouldn't have, that's all.
Here you go.
Breakfast.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, my God!
- What is the joke?
- Well, there's no joke.
I just think I'm lookin'
at a dead man, though.
It seems everywhere I go
I hear that same joke.
Yeah? Well, something tells me
you bring it on yourself.
♪ Oh, life could be a dream ♪
♪ If I could take you up
in paradise up above ♪
♪ If you would tell me
I'm the only one that you love ♪
♪ Life could be a dream, sweetheart ♪
♪ Every time I look at you ♪
♪ Something is on my mind ♪
♪ If you do what I want you to ♪
♪ Baby, we'd be so fine ♪
♪ Sh-boom, sh-boom ♪
♪ Sh-boom, sh-boom ♪
♪ Ya-da-da, da-da-da, sh-boom! ♪
A new windshield will cost you
more than that old beater's worth.
My advice would be scrap her.
Well, I like her,
so order me one, would you?
It'll take a few days.
Aerial I can get you now.
Great.
- You the boy from the Double Deuce?
- Yes, sir.
Yeah... Well, I kinda figured you'd be by.
You wanna put in a standing order now?
No, I'll pay as I go.
- Dalton.
- Red Webster.
- How long you gonna be in town?
- Not very long.
That's what I said 25 years ago.
- Really? What happened?
- I got married, to an ugly woman.
Don't ever do that.
It just takes the energy right out of you.
She left me, though.
Found somebody
even uglier than she was.
That's life. Who can explain it?
Oh, that's $5.
- So, Why'd you stay on?
- Oh, I fell for the place.
- Hello, Brad.
- Red.
- Brad Wesley.
- Dalton.
He's working at the Double Deuce.
Oh, terrific. Hope you're gonna clean
that place up. Bad element over there.
Well, anything I can do for you...
Thanks, Red.
Well, Red.
Beautiful day, isn't it?
Was.
♪ People preach to me about love... ♪
- Problem?
- There's no problem.
Just a little mistake, that's all.
What's that?
My job.
- You don't get it, do you?
- Why don't you explain it to me?
- I'll explain it to you!
- Hey, shut up, shithead.
Mr Tilghman has changed his mind.
And that's all you need to know, son.
No, I'm gonna have to know
a little bit more than that.
Mr Tilghman may own this bar...
but the liquor he serves
is supplied to him by Brad Wesley.
Now, Pat McGurn is in the employ of
Mr Wesley - his uncle - not Mr Tilghman.
You see, I'm stayin' and you're goin'!
- Oh, really?
- That's right.
- Sit down!
- Come on, Dalton. You and me right now.
Right now!
What's the matter, you chicken dick?
What are you afraid of? Me?
Is that it, Dalton? You scared to fight me?
Big, bad Dalton.
What, you wanna kiss and make up?
Argh!
Jesus Christ!
- Stand him up, stand him up.
- Get up, you fuck! Get up!
Get up! Hey, get up!
Get up! Motherfucker!
You're outta here, pal.
Hi. I'm Dr Clay.
Hi.
- How'd this happen?
- Natural causes.
- Looks like a knife wound.
- Like I said.
- You're a bouncer.
- Mm-hm. Double Deuce.
Nice place. They send
a lot of business my way.
- I'm hoping to change that.
- All by yourself?
Well, Mr Dalton, you may add nine staples
to your dossier of 31 broken bones...
two bullet wounds, nine puncture
wounds and four steel screws.
That's an estimate, of course.
- I'll give you a local.
- No, thank you.
- Do you enjoy pain?
- Pain don't hurt.
Most of my patients
would disagree with you.
OK.
D'you always carry
your medical records with you?
Saves time.
Your file says you've got
a degree from NYU. What in?
Philosophy.
- Any particular discipline?
- No, not really.
Um, man's search for faith.
That sort of shit.
- Come up with any answers?
- Not too many.
How's a guy like you end up a bouncer?
Just lucky, I guess.
Nice work. Good, clean stitches.
Thank you.
Do you ever win a fight?
Nobody ever wins a fight.
- There you go.
- Thanks.
Listen, uh...
If you'd like to stop by the Double Deuce
sometime, I can buy you a coffee if you...
Happen to be in the neighbourhood, huh?
Mm-hm.
You know, for that line of work,
I thought you'd be bigger.
Gee, I've never heard that before.
Did I explain it wrong?
- Is that it?
- No, boss, you didn't.
Pat's got a weak constitution.
You boys know that.
That's why he's working as a bartender.
He's my only sister's son,
and if he doesn't have me, who's he got?
And if I'm not there, you're there.
I should have let you go, Jimmy.
Well, one of you boys
owes me an apology.
Now I leave it up to you to decide which
one of you wants to say "I'm sorry."
- I'm sorry, boss.
- I'm sorry, boss.
I believe you, Tinker.
But you, O'Connor,
somehow I don't believe you.
Now try it again. If there's one thing
I can't stand, it's a man who's untruthful.
- I'm sorry, boss.
- I hate a man who can't admit he's wrong.
- I swear to God, boss, I'm sorry.
- You disgust me. Wanna know why?
No, why, boss?
Cos you're a bleeder.
You bleed too much.
- You are a messy bleeder.
- Argh!
You're weak.
You got no endurance for pain.
Now, come on. Get up.
Hey, you'll be fine. Come on.
Well, help him up!
You're gonna be fine.
And you know why? Because I like you.
Get this piece-of-shit coward out of here.
- Work ain't work when you're havin' fun.
- Life is good.
Jesus.
Red?
- Red!
- Yeah?
What happened? Did you get robbed?
Every week.
So what does he take?
- Who?
- Brad Wesley.
Ten per cent - to start.
Oh, it's all legal like. He formed
the Jasper Improvement Society.
All the businesses in town belong to it.
Everybody pay?
Does a hobbyhorse have a wooden dick?
Charge!
- Come back here.
- Take it easy, Rambo.
I know you wanna save the world from
commies, but do it from down here, man.
- Squirt him.
- Hose him down.
Cool him off.
- Garrett!
- Yo!
Some guy name of Dalton.
- What's going on, "mijo?"
- Hey, hey. How you doin', buddy?
Shit! Hell, kid, I'm in hog heaven.
If I was doin' any better
I couldn't live with myself. And you?
- I'm all right.
- "You oughta be, all that money you make."
- What's going on down in Jasper?
- Oh, you know. New town, same story.
Um, listen.
You ever heard of a guy
named Brad Wesley?
No, can't say that I have.
You having trouble?
Oh, you know. Nothing I'm not used to.
But it's amazing
what you can get used to, huh?
Yeah, tell me about it.
This place has a sign over the urinal
that says "Don't eat the big, white mint."
- Stay cool, kid.
- Right.
Gotta go. I'll see ya.
Later.
♪ Ooh! I don't wanna lose the good thing ♪
♪ That I got ♪
♪ Cos if I did, I would surely ♪
♪ Surely lose a lot ♪
♪ For your love is better... ♪
Why won't you look me in the eye?
I'm shy.
Would you be shocked if I said
"Let's go to my place and fuck"?
Ain't gonna kill you.
You know, you might even like it.
Say good night, Denise.
Bastard! Let go!
♪ Thunder ♪
♪ Lightning ♪
♪ The way you love me is frightening ♪
♪ I think I better knock on wood... ♪
I didn't know she could sing.
Right boot.
Got it.
- Sorry, we're closed.
- Then what are these people doin' here?
Drinking and having a good time.
That's why we're here.
You're too stupid to have a good time.
Go on, Dalton. Kick his ass!
All right! Yeah!
Son of a bitch!
Give me the biggest guy in the world, you
smash his knee, he'll drop like a stone.
Damn good fight.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- So, you looking for somebody?
- You.
Are you always better than they are?
- Pretty much.
- Never been put down?
No. Not really.
How do you explain that?
Those looking for trouble are not much
of a problem to someone ready for them.
I suspect it's always been that way.
Somebody has to do it.
Somebody's gotta pay somebody to do it.
Might as well be you.
I'd better take you home.
If I keep talking, you're gonna
go off thinking I'm a nice guy.
I know you're not a nice guy.
Pretty soon I'm gonna have
to start charging that burn rent.
Tonight's rent.
- Your fan club?
- They are devoted.
You live some kind of life, Dalton.
Too ugly for you.
I didn't say that.
- See ya.
- Bye.
We've been looking all over for you.
Mr Wesley wants to see you.
Let's go.
After you.
Hey, Dalton. Have a Bloody Mary?
- Some breakfast?
- No, thank you.
Suit yourself.
Will you shut that shit off?!
I can't listen to that crap. It has no heart.
- My grandfather.
- Looks like an important man.
He was an asshole.
But you, you're a smart boy,
aren't you, Dalton?
You're just not too realistic.
Christ, I'm just like you. I came up
the hard way, from the streets of Chicago.
When I came to this town
after Korea there was nothing.
I brought the mall here. I got the 7-Eleven.
I got the Photomat here.
Christ, JC Penney is coming here because
of me. You ask anybody, they'll tell you.
You've gotten rich
off the people in this town.
You bet your ass I have.
And I'm gonna get richer.
I believe we all have
a purpose on this earth.
A destiny. I have a faith in that destiny.
It tells me to gather unto me what is mine.
But, Christ, you get paid for beating
people up. Tell me you don't love it.
Of course you do.
You wouldn't be human if you didn't.
Dalton.
I have a cousin in Memphis.
Tells me you killed a man down there.
Tells me you said it was
self-defense at the trial.
But you and I know that isn't so, don't we?
Relax. Relax.
Tell me...
if I owned a bar
and wanted to clean it up...
how much would it take
to get you to come work for me?
There's no amount of money.
♪ Keep your eyes on the road
and your hands upon the wheel ♪
All right, we're here!
♪ Back at the roadhouse
They got some bungalows ♪
♪ Said back at the roadhouse
They got some bungalows... ♪
♪ And that's for the people
who like to get down slow ♪
♪ Let it roll, baby, roll ♪
- ♪ Let it roll, baby, roll
- Thanks. ♪
♪ Let it roll ♪
♪ All night long ♪
Good to see you.
Ernie, what's the story?
Whisky's running low.
I finally get this place just the way I want
it, and now we're running out of booze.
I've called every supplier I know.
Why won't they deliver?
Wesley. Ernie, give me the phone.
I'll take care of it.
Hi.
- I hear you're the new marshal in town.
- You heard wrong.
Uh-oh.
Dig a hole.
This is your place?
Up there.
It's quiet and the horses let me know
if anybody comes around.
I love it.
♪ These arms of ♪
♪ Mine ♪
♪ They are lonely ♪
♪ Lonely and feeling blue... ♪
I saw your picture in Red Webster's place.
He's my uncle.
Nice old guy.
Yeah. He raised me after my parents died.
That's why I came back here.
Now we take care of each other.
So how come you never got married?
I did.
- What happened?
- It didn't work.
Why?
Guess I picked the wrong guy.
♪ These arms of mine ♪
♪ They are burning ♪
♪ Yearning from wanting you ♪
♪ And if you ♪
♪ Would let them hold you ♪
♪ Oh, I'll breathe, oh, I will be ♪
♪ These arms of mine ♪
♪ They are burning ♪
♪ Burning from wanting you ♪
♪ These arms of mine ♪
♪ They are wanting ♪
♪ Wanting to hold you ♪
♪ And if you ♪
♪ Would let them hold you ♪
♪ Oh, I'll breathe, oh, I will be ♪
♪ Come on, come on, baby ♪
♪ Just be my little woman ♪
♪ Just be my lover ♪
♪ Oh, I need me somebody ♪
♪ Somebody to treat me right ♪
♪ I need your arms ♪
♪ Lovin' arms to hold me tight ♪
♪ And I, I, I need ♪
♪ I need your ♪
♪ I need your tender lips ♪
Mmm.
Little Rock.
You're gonna have a lot of pain
when you get older.
You could be crippled
if you don't slow down.
Yeah, that's what they say.
- You already know that?
- No. I just said "That's what they say."
Where are you gonna go from here?
I don't know.
You could stay, Dalton. If you wanted to.
I don't think so.
Hang on.
- You got a woman up there with you?
- That's right.
Don't give me no lip, Lord.
- Where did she get to?
- She'll be back.
If you're smart, you'd pitch your tent.
Sometimes
I'm not as smart as I'd like to be.
You never know, son. Maybe
she'll be smart enough for both of you.
Thanks, Ernie.
- Hiya, Dal.
- Hi, honey.
- Hey, there he is.
- Hey. What's up?
- Hey, Cody.
- Hey, bro. What's going down?
Not too much.
That's not what I hear.
The word is that you've been
spending time with Elizabeth Clay.
- So?
- Know who had a thing for Elizabeth?
Brad Wesley.
Now, as I hear it,
she left town and he went nuts.
It's a small town, Dalton.
Dalton!
The truck's here.
OK.
Of course, that's just the word.
- Thanks.
- No problem.
The Double Deuce.
Hey, hey!
Put 'em back.
This bar is closed for business.
It's OK, Jim. Take a break.
Can I buy you guys a drink?
Guess not.
You got a skinny little runt
named Dalton working here?
Yeah. He's out the back.
I know you.
Pour me a beer, will you? I'll be back.
How d'you like that, Kung Fu?
How's it going, "mijo?"
Mind your own business, Dad.
Do you wanna fight, dickless?
I sure ain't gonna show you my dick.
Oh, Shit!
Goddamn, that hurts, doesn't it?
Hey, there's a fight out back!
- Hey, I had it under control.
- Yeah, I knew that.
- Glad to see you.
- Good to see you.
- Who is that guy?
- Gentlemen, Wade Garrett.
- Holy shit.
- Exactly right.
Morgan, nice to see ya.
Where in the fuck are we going now?
I got somebody I want you to meet.
Uh-oh.
- I thought you said you were all right.
- I'm fine.
I fucking knew it.
Hi.
Hey.
1975, Albuquerque.
Got blindsided by
a bottle of Jack Daniel's.
Fucking around somewhere I shouldn't
have been at the time. I was very drunk.
Kid here got his head cracked.
You got the scar.
Oh, I'll show you a scar. I'll show you
one I'm real sentimental about, Doc.
- A woman?
- Boy, was she!
- I feel like dancing. Like to dance, Doc?
- Yeah.
- What time is it?
- Daytime.
Good. Then some other place
has gotta be open. Let's go.
Take this lady someplace where
it's a little more romantic. Let's go.
- He's serious.
- Come on.
Well, we'd better go.
There you are.
- ♪ All my... ♪
- ♪ My ex's live in Texas ♪
Yea-ha.
God, he's great coming out of the gate,
but not much for stamina.
♪ All my ex's live in Texas ♪
♪ And that's why
I hang my hat in Tennessee... ♪
This the part where you say
how great your friend is?
Hardly.
This is the part where I tell you
I want you for myself.
Uh, yo! Whatever he's saying,
you can be fairly sure it's a lie.
♪ But I'm alive and well in Tennessee ♪
Don't bet on it.
Thanks, Doc.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
That gal's got entirely too many brains
to have an ass like that.
You got your hands full, kid.
What's the matter?
Still living in the past, aren't you?
We're a long way from Memphis.
- Memphis has nothing to do with it.
- Bullshit!
That dog won't hunt.
I can't believe you're still
dragging that shit around with you.
It seems to me you'd be
a little more... philosophical about it.
And cut it the fuck loose.
You know that fucking cu...
That "girl..."
never told you she was married.
Did she?
And when a man sticks a gun
in your face you got two choices.
You can die or
you can kill the motherfucker.
Don't mean to bust up the party,
but my shift starts in a couple of hours.
- Oh, yeah.
- Thought I'd go home, get some sleep.
- Aren't you guys tired?
- I'll get all the sleep I need when I die.
Thanks for the dance.
Bye.
Dalton, Red's place is on fire!
Well, with a fire like that, nothing
they could do. Nothing. Jack Daniel's.
Thank you.
It's like a morgue in here.
Play something, Elvis.
Get those firemen in here.
I wanna buy them a drink.
They risked their lives to save
a no-good draft dodger like Red Webster.
Ask for a little contribution to improve the
town, everybody digs deep, except him.
Of course you can dance, honey.
Elvis, play something with balls.
If you're gonna have a pet,
keep it on a leash.
You're right. Jimmy!
Can somebody get a drink around here?
You!
Come on, old man.
All right, that's enough.
This isn't working out, Dalton.
Let's go, boys.
Your ass is mine, boy.
Same town, new story, huh, pal?
Let's get a beer.
- I've talked till I'm blue in the face.
- We could salvage the place, Red.
We could build it back up. I'll help.
- Nope.
- But you got insurance, don't you?
For 20 years I've watched Wesley get
richer while everybody else got poorer.
- Can you prove he started the fire?
- Who you gonna prove it to?
He's got the sheriff and
the whole police force in his pocket!
I can call a friend in Springfield
who works with the FBI.
Are you gonna take the stand
against him?
There's only one person here you gotta
prove anything to. That's Wesley himself.
You scared him last night.
Brad Wesley, he's not
afraid of anything, right?
Well, last night
that son of a bitch was afraid.
No, he wasn't.
Dalton, check this out. Wesley wants to
put a little something down on a new car.
You lost your faith, Strodenmire.
That's what it is. It's made you an abuser.
Well, what are you waiting for, Gary?
Drive through there!
No! No! No!
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
Oh, my God!
Yeah!
What the hell is wrong with you, Brad?
Have you lost your mind?
He's a drifter, you know. To see you wind
up with someone like that, it's a shame.
This has nothing to do with him.
Well, you get him out of here, Elizabeth...
cos if you don't...
he's going down.
And I'm not gonna lose
a second's sleep about it.
Strodenmire.
I never thought you'd turn on me, too.
This is my town.
Don't you forget it.
Let's go, Jimmy.
You got insurance, don't you?
Well, amigo.
You're all fucked up, aren't you?
Let's crank that thing up
and head down the road.
We can be gone by dawn,
never see this place again.
You can leave any time you want to.
Oh, shit, kid.
Oh, fuck.
- You don't need this.
- Don't tell me what I need!
If you want to go, go. Get the fuck
out of here and leave me alone.
Yeah, you're right.
I ought to stop telling you what to do.
Maybe I ought to kick your ass.
No, we don't wanna do this.
I wanna tell you something else.
You taught me
as much as I ever taught you.
I love you, "mijo."
I'll see you.
Dalton?
- It's a little late for a house call.
- I came to talk to you.
No.
You came to tell me to leave.
I care about you, Dalton.
You don't know him.
Bullshit!
I know exactly who Brad Wesley is.
I have seen his kind many times.
He keeps taking and taking
until somebody takes him.
It's obvious nobody here
can stand up to him.
- But you can stop him
- Brad Wesley picked me.
And when he did he fucked up.
I am only good at one thing, Doc.
I never lose.
But what are you gonna win? Who's this
for anyway? Are you doing it for them?
I don't think so.
You think you're gonna save
these people from Wesley?
Well, who's gonna save 'em from you?
Emma!
Emmet?
Emmet, talk to me. Are you all right?
I'd be fine if you'd get off of me.
- Prepare to die.
- You are such an asshole.
I used to fuck guys like you in prison.
Damn, boy... I thought you were good.
Go fuck yourself.
Yee-agh!
Argh! Argh!
I'm gonna kill you the old-fashioned way.
Argh!
Wesley!
Wesley!
Wesley!
Fuck you!
- Hello.
- Top of the morning to you.
Well, here's what's on for today.
Wade... or Elizabeth?
What?
One of 'em dies.
Now, who will it be? Hm?
You are a sick man.
Well, I just have to flip a coin.
Hold on a second.
Wesley!
Dalton...
I'd sure like to tell
you how it turned out.
Wesley!
Garrett. Oh, my God.
Over here.
- Are you all right?
- Mm-hm.
There was only three of 'em.
They said I was lucky.
I gotta find Doc.
Let's go.
Sit the fuck down.
Have a beer. I'll be back.
Hey.
Wesley wins, man. We're out of here.
Attaboy, "mijo."
- Where's Dr Clay?
- She's in X-ray.
- Get your things. We're out of here.
- I'm not going anywhere with you.
Oh, yes, you are. Let's go. Now!
Forget it.
Doc...
the man is crazy.
And you're not?
Now, get out of here.
Yo. Wake the fuck up.
We're out of here.
I said one beer, "senor."
Remember that blonde? Whew!
She could suck-start a Harley.
There he is.
Get outta here!
Find that prick.
Carter!
Shit!
Tails again.
I hate this place.
Mr Wesley!
You're made for each other.
I see you found my trophy room, Dalton.
The only thing that's missing...
is your ass.
What's this all about anyway?
Your friend Wade?
One old man?
That's what I call a mercy killing.
I took him out of his misery.
Now, you're not mad at me
about that, are you?
Hell, you took Jimmy.
He was in better shape.
Hell, you took all my boys.
Now, come on out, Dalton.
This town is big enough for both of us.
Let's talk about this.
Argh!
I thought it would be fun
to fight you, Dalton. I really did.
But now I just don't have the time.
No!
It's over!
Argh!
This is "our" town, and don't "you" forget it.
- Brad, where are you?
- They're in here, Sheriff.
All right. Who's gonna tell me
what the hell happened here?
I didn't see nothing.
- You see anything, Pete?
- No, I didn't see anything.
You see anything, Red?
I didn't see nothing. Not a thing.
You see anything, Tinker?
A polar bear fell on me.
♪ Look out across the fields ♪
♪ See me returning ♪
♪ Smoke is in your eyes ♪
♪ You draw a smile ♪
♪ From the fireplace ♪
♪ Where my letters to you are burning ♪
♪ You've had time to think about it ♪
♪ For a while ♪
♪ Well, I've walked two hundred miles ♪
♪ Look me over ♪
♪ It's the end of the chase ♪
♪ And the moon is high ♪
♪ It won't matter who loves who ♪
♪ You'll love me and I'll love you ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ From the sky ♪
♪ I can see through your walls ♪
♪ I can tell that you're hurting ♪
♪ Sorrow covers you up like a cape ♪
♪ Only yesterday
I know that you were flirting ♪
♪ With disaster ♪
♪ You somehow managed to escape ♪
♪ Well, I can't provide for you
no easy answers ♪
♪ Who are you that I should have to lie? ♪
♪ You'll know all about it, love ♪
♪ It will fit you like a glove ♪
♪ Hey, hey! ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ From the sky ♪
♪ Hey, yeah, yeah ♪
♪ For all eternity ♪
♪ I think I will remember ♪
♪ That icy wind ♪
♪ That's howling in your eye ♪
♪ You will see me in good time ♪
♪ In the wasteland of your mind ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ From the sky ♪
♪ Whoa, yeah! ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ When the night comes falling ♪
♪ From the sky ♪