Steel Frontier (1995) - full transcript
Mad Max meets the Man With No Name in this futuristic story of a gunfighter (Joe Lara), who goes after a band of marauders who are terrorizing everyone and killing indiscriminately. As with the spaghetti westerns, the lone gunman enters into a town where the people have lost the will to fight back and proceeds to kill off the bad guys single-handedly. But once he is out-numbered totally and wounded, some do find the capability to fight back. Chief of those who try to aid him is a widow (Stacie Foster) with a young son. Brion James plays the general in charge of the marauders.
[wind whistling]
[wind whistling]
[sad mystical music]
[coughing]
[footsteps]
[sad mystical music]
[sad mystical music]
[gasping].
[footsteps]
[gasping].
[coughing]
Who did this to you?
[panting] Death Riders.
[panting] Kill me.
Please, kill me.
[gasping] Please, kill me.
Kill me!
[gun clicks]
[gunshot]
[sad mystical music]
[echoing gunshot]
[energetic music playing]
Aha!
[laughs crazily]
Drive!
[wind whistling]
[pounding]
[squeaking]
[hissing]
[engine slowly starting]
[wind whistling]
[crazy laughter]
[crazy laughter]
[yelling gibberish].
Generator's down.
Go manual.
Report over to Joseph.
[sigh]
[crazy laughter]
[motorcycle revving]
[yelling gibberish].
Dah!
[brakes squeaking]
[laughing] Come
on, round 'em up!
Round 'em up!
Round 'em up.
You, too, missy.
Woo!
[yelling gibberish],,
Round 'em up.
Round 'em up.
[crazy laughter]
Come on, let's go!
[sounds of struggle]
[screaming]
[bell ringing]
[screaming]
[crazy laughter]
[bell ringing]
[door squeaks]
[door closes]
[sounds of distant struggle]
[sighs].
Shave.
[laughing crazily]
[inaudible] come on!
[inaudible].
Move your asses!
[crazy laughter]
Come on, go!
Get the fuck outta here!
Luke?
Have you seen Luke?
God!
Luke!
Hoo, I'm gonna get
hands on that ass.
[laughing] I'm gonna
get my hands on that ass.
[crazy laughter]
[shouting and screaming]
Desert scum!
Go back to the
hell you came from!
[siren]
[door squeaking]
[distant struggling]
[door squeaks closed]
[footsteps]
[clears throat]
You're not wanted
here Quantrell.
Sure?
That's not very neighborly.
[gun clicks]
[gunshots]
[woman screaming]
The sheriff!
The sheriff!
[tires squealing]
[screaming]
Keep shaving.
Try this [inaudible].
Get your ass
over there, bitch!
[gunfire]
Waaa!
Waaa!
Hoo, daddy.
Waaa!
Woo-hoo!
Yeah!
[motorcycle]
Where you goin', son?
[grunts]
[fighting sounds]
[sounds of distant struggle]
[explosions]
[screaming]
[revving]
[glass shattering]
[explosion]
[gunfire]
[motorcycle speeding by]
[grunting]
Holster your gun.
Do it!
[sounds of fighting]
Where you goin', boy, huh?
Where you off to?
What?
What?
Just talkin'.
What, old man?
I'm just talkin' to him.
- Listen--
Ahh!
Mom!
Oh, Bacchas.
Oh, but you dead, matey.
Oh.
[crazy sounds]
[chuckles] Well,
ain't you the sassy one.
- Oh, sassy little thing.
- Mom!
No, boy.
No, Luke, no!
No.
Love at first sight.
[greasy laughter]
Love at first sight!
Woo!
Woo!
[crazy laughter]
[gunfire]
[screaming and shouting]
[gunfire]
[screaming and shouting]
Woo-hoo-hoo!
[screaming and shouting]
All right, come on now.
Pack it in.
Quit you're cryin'
and moanin' now.
Move it!
Move it!
Move it!
Move it!
Woo.
[shouting orders]
Another victory
for the Death Riders!
[gunfire and cheering]
[gun clicks]
[shouting and screaming]
The town is yours, father.
Aw, JW, the Death Riders have
themselves another victory.
Death Riders, I never
really liked that name.
Why is that?
Because we ride in numbers.
Death rides alone.
[wind whistling]
[sad mystical music]
[wind whistling]
[beeping]
[wind whistling]
[radio static]
[beeping]
[humming sound]
[beeping]
[fast beeping]
[slow beeping]
[wind whistling]
[gunfire]
[geiger counter sounds]
[sniffs], pee-yew.
Aw, fuck it.
[crickets chirping]
[chewing]
[distant howling]
[crickets chirping]
[distant howling]
[crickets chirping]
[howling]
[snarling]
[yelling gibberish]
[fighting sounds]
[gunfire]
[crazy gibberish exclamations]
[panting]
[crickets chirping]
[distant shouting]
[crying and moaning]
This here's the mayor.
And where were you during
all the commotion, Mr. Mayor?
Found him hidin' in a closet.
How noble.
All able-bodied
men, make your choice.
Take the brand or die.
[screaming and shouting]
No, not my son!
Take me!
Take me!
Not my son.
You're too goddamned old.
Now shut the fuck up.
Ready.
[click]
[military drum roll]
[sobbing]
Aim.
No, wait!
Don't shoot!
WOMAN: No!
No!
No!
No!
Don't wanna die.
Role up your sleeve.
[sizzle]
[screams] Ah!
Please, don't do this, sir.
We-- we-- we can
work something out.
I mean, we-- we can,
uh, make an agreement.
Enough.
[woman screaming]
Welcome to the United Regime.
Don't cross us.
I'll eat you alive.
[woman screaming]
Does anyone else
wish to join the United
Regime, the only civilized order
in an otherwise savage land.
Very well.
[clicking]
MAN: Oh, my god.
MAN: Go to hell!
-
What are they gonna do?
[gunfire]
WOMAN: Oh, no!
[gunfire]
[screaming]
[sobbing]
Now, uh, what are
we talking about?
oh, yes, an agreement.
Here's your agreement.
All right,
everybody shut up now!
Listen up!
You are in the presence
of General J.W.
Quantrell of the United Regime.
[military drum roll]
The settlement of New Hope
is now under the jurisdiction
of the United Regime.
All oil malt refining will
continue under the supervision
of the regime.
New Hope is no longer a town.
It is a military post
and will be run as such.
One more thing, you are
no longer the mayor.
Now get out.
All right, people, break it
up, go home, and go to bed.
Got a helluva day tomorrow.
So get the fuck to sleep.
Come on, boys.
Let's lock this town up tight.
MAN: Move it.
Move it, you goat lickers.
Get your asses to bed.
I'm pulling out tonight.
This is an important
[inaudible] those men.
We must have high yields.
General, you
haven't decided on who
you will be leaving in charge.
Yes, I have.
General Ackett, I have
decided to put General
Quantrell, Jr. in charge.
It is your job to see that
his orders are carried out.
Thank you, father.
We're building an empire, son.
[military drum roll]
[sighs] Call it his
right of passage, Roy.
[crickets chirping]
[beeping]
[wind whistling]
[buzzing scanner]
[beeping]
[wind whistling]
[buzzing scan]
[wind whistling]
[harmonica playing]
Where do you think
you're runnin'?
Can't run away.
You're 40 miles to nowhere.
Now move.
Get movin', motherfucker.
Move!
Move!
Move!
[harmonica playing]
[brakes squeaking]
[harmonica playing]
[call of distant bird of prey]
[wind whistling]
Howdy.
Howdy.
Hotter than devil's
piss out here, hm?
Yep.
[wind whistling]
We're, uh, looking
for, uh, some runaways.
[wind whistling]
You seen any?
[wind whistling]
Everybody's runnin'
from something.
How about you?
[wind whistling]
You runnin'?
Do I need to?
[call of distant bird of prey]
[chuckling]
[engine starting]
[revving]
Ah-hee!
[energetic music]
[clanging]
[explosion]
[clanging]
[explosion]
[squealing tires]
[crashing]
[squealing tires]
[clanging]
[squealing tires]
[explosion]
[explosion]
[squealing tires]
[squealing tires]
[clanging]
[explosion]
[squealing tires]
Angel!
[gunfire]
[clanging]
[explosion]
[squealing tires]
[crash]
[energetic music]
[laughter]
[squealing tires]
Hi.
[chuckles]
Hee-hee.
Ooh.
[fly buzzing]
[wind whistling]
[fly buzzing]
Oh.
Hm.
[laughing] I see you.
I see you, [inaudible] Yuma!
[laughing] Yeah, I
knew you were comin'.
You knew we were comin'.
They know that you was comin'.
[laughing] I see you.
[laughing] Ah-dee--oh,
and away we go.
[laughing]
Come on, you
dirty tire chuckers.
Hey Chuck them tires.
Hey!
Hey!
Come on.
Hey, fat girl, come on.
Let's snap it up
here, goddamn it.
[clapping] Come on, fat girl.
Goddamn it, you know
you drop a few pounds,
you might be worth a
shit to me out here.
Huh?
Maybe if you quit
yelling at her,
she would be able
to get some work--
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, if it ain't the sassy one.
You know-- you know, [chuckles]
a purdy pin cushion like you,
uh, ought to be tending
a man 'stead of chucking
these goddamn tires, hmm?
Every think about that?
[chuckles] You know, let's
say I, uh, pull a few strings,
you know, get
something arranged?
You like that?
You like that, huh?
[chuckles] You don't like?
I'll talk at you later, huh?
[chuckles]
(SHOUTING) Come on,
fat girl, goddamn it!
[chuckles]
[inaudible] tire.
Woo-hoo!
Come on, you bitches,
get back to work.
[woman yelling in fear]
MAN: [inaudible] your ass.
Stupid bitches, what
the hell you thinking?
I want the tire fuels
empty and our gas hole is
full by the end of the season.
You don't have the
manpower for that.
I want yieldings, Mr.
Ackett, high yieldings!
Well, you're not gonna get
'em by killing off the farmers.
Besides, Julie, you don't
give a damn about yieldings.
You just want to
please your daddy.
Well?
We brought in four.
That's all you found?
I saw at least 20 fleeing town.
[clanging]
Home sweet home, tire suckers.
Ran into a problem
out there, sir.
What kind of problem?
Get the fuck in there.
Hang him.
He killed Freeman
Zeke and [inaudible]..
Well, how did he
kill all three of them?
[thud]
It's obvious you're
no tire farmer.
Who are you, sir?
Nobody special.
[laughing] Well, what were
you doing out in the dry lands,
Mr. Nobody Special.
Oh, I was just ambling,
until your speed monkey showed
up and started chasing me.
What the fuck you sayin'?
[spitting] Why
were you running?
Well, why were they chasing?
To travel the dry lands alone,
a man must be mighty confident.
Or mighty stupid.
Which is it?
Well, sir, it would be
stupid of me to say that I am
confident I could kill
any 60-year-old man before
they draw a gun from a holster.
However, (CHUCKLING)
I can confidently
say that I'm not stupid
enough to say such a thing.
So, uh, you tell me, am I
stupid or am I confident?
You don't seem to be taking
us very seriously, sir.
Well, I wonder if you
even know who we are.
Well, you're--
you're my captors.
You joke in the
face of death, sir.
And you point a gun at it.
I'd, uh, think
twice about it, Julie.
[click]
[jagged breathing]
[chuckling]
May I see you for a moment?
Julias?
Why don't you settle
this in the street?
Your daddy would.
[shouting and screaming]
[bell ringing]
[jeering and cheering]
MAN: Yeah, woo-hoo!
Let's go have some fun.
Woo!
Yeah, a lot of fun.
Let him loose.
[wind whistling]
[inaudible].
[laughing]
Let him have his weapons.
[wind whistling]
That's JW Quantrell's son.
You can imagine what's gonna
happen to you if you kill him.
[giggling]
[cackling]
[wind whistling]
Not yet!
You want me to tell you when?
[giggling]
[gunfire]
[wind whistling]
Now, I ask you again, am I
stupid, or am I confident?
Shoot him.
Hold your fire.
I said shoot him!
Hold your fire.
[wind whistling]
I want that drifter executed.
I wouldn't be too quick to
kill off a man with that skill.
He humiliated me
in front of my men.
I want him killed.
And I don't.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
It seems that you have an
entirely wrong idea of me.
Hell, I ain't looking
for trouble, never was.
Then what are you looking for?
[wind whistling]
I believe I have found
what I'm looking for.
[wind whistling]
You wanna run with the pack,
you gotta be one of the dogs.
[sizzling]
[wind whistling]
[sizzle]
You're not quite done yet.
[sounds of fighting]
[cheering]
[laughter]
Goddamn you
pretty, but so what!
[sounds of fighting]
[cheering]
[wind whistling]
[howling]
ANNOUNCER: Attention.
Attention.
Anyone caught wandering
the camp after dark
will be shot on sight.
[chuckling]
[wind whistling]
Sweet dreams.
BOY: Did you see
that gun gypsy today?
Showed that damn Death
Rider a thing or two.
MOTHER: Hey, watch
your language, Luke.
Did you see him?
No, I did not.
But I heard about him.
Oh, should have seen him, Mom.
He was one dirty badass.
Oh, yeah?
Do you know where he's at now?
He's probably over in the
liquor pit with the rest
of the murdering
devils, just waiting
for someone to
cross him so they'll
have an excuse to kill him.
But the stranger
didn't kill him.
He just danced his goddamn gun
through the air like a bird.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
- Pow.
Pow.
Pow.
You listen.
Listen to me.
It is by God's grace alone
that we are still alive.
And it's by God's grace
only that we're going
to survive this nightmare.
Now, some gun-carrying man
is no man to look up to,
do you understand me?
[wind whistling]
Is everything all right?
Hi, Dad.
Grandpa, did you see
that gun gypsy today?
Fuckin-A right I did, boy.
Goddamn he could shoot!
Dad!
Oh, sorry.
Uh, Luke, don't cuss.
Knock, knock, knock.
Oh, keep your seat.
Keep your seat, dad.
No.
No.
No, Luke, please, don't.
It's your gentleman caller.
Gentleman caller.
I brought ya some posies.
Um, [laughing]
remember when I said,
uh, I'd try to
pull a few strings,
get you off that tire pit?
Well, honey, [laughing]
you my new girlfriend, hm?
Let's say we celebrate now.
Want to, uh-- want to
go go across the street?
I spent $10.
10 bucks!
[crazy laughter]
Why can't you leave us alone?
(SHOUTING) I am trying
to impress the girl, dad.
Please leave him alone.
All right.
[laughing] Um, it looks like
you got your best dress on.
So why don't you
just move your ass?
Move your ass.
Come on.
Move your ass.
[breathing fast]
Some time tonight!
Sometime tonight!
[wind whistling]
[inaudible] barn tonight.
Go there without
me if you have to.
Come on.
Come on.
Off this way.
Ladies first.
Know just how you feel.
[laughing]
[piano saloon music]
[inaudible]!
[woman crying]
Any you birds that know
how to play cards, hm?
[lewd shouting]
[woman struggling]
That's Charlie Bacchas.
He was a lifer.
Lifer?
Yeah, he and Evermore were
regular army when the boom hit.
Most of the others
are crossovers
that took the brand,
especially the younger
ones, that's, uh, Greenstreet.
[laughing].
And that's Deacon.
And, uh, that's Kinton, a rogue
drifter, just like yourself.
You can call me Yuma.
OK, Yuma.
(DRUNKENLY) [inaudible]--
Soldier.
--are in this camp, General?
That's Deacon.
Outta here.
Son-of-a-bitch wins again!
Get me a beer, bitch.
Give me a beer, bitch.
[laughs]
Good to meet ya, Yuma.
[crickets chirping]
Our lives our in danger
by just being here.
If Sarah's not here
by now, I don't
think she's coming at all.
We better get
started without her.
I say the decision
is absolutely clear.
Our only hope of surviving is--
is by complying.
We are complying.
We haven't lifted a
finger against them,
and they're still using
us for target practice.
I say we strike back.
Vengeance is the
Lord's, Miss Ada.
His day of reckoning is near.
Preacher, get out of
your religious pipe dream
and come back to reality.
[drunken yelling]
[chuckling]
I'm goin' bet it all.
Goin' bet it all.
[laughing] All of it.
Every last penny.
Come on.
Well, that's one hell
of a poker face, Charlie.
I fold.
Fold.
Fold.
Oh, hell, I fold.
Well, come on
you son-of-bitches.
Don't do this to me.
Where's your balls?
I'm in.
Hey, all right, boy.
[cackling].
All right, stranger, um, you
can, um, read 'em and weep.
Uh, call that a straight flush.
[laughter]
Mother me, Lady Luck!
Mother
me!
[laughter]
There's my good luck charm.
[laughter]
Royal fucking flush.
Shit.
I am cleaned out.
Damn, Charlie, just
ain't your night, is it?
[laughter]
Sons-of-bitches!
It's a nasty twist of fate
when a man's shootin' at ya
in the morning and reaping your
money in poker that same night.
What, you, uh--
you got something going
on between my lady, hm?
Huh?
[laughter]
[clears throat]
Well, what are you
staring at, bitch?
I'll rip your fucking eyes out.
Hey, Charlie.
How about a hand
between just you and me?
All or nothing.
I ain't got
nothing to bet with.
How about her?
Her?
No, her.
Oh, her.
[laughs] Oh, hey, I can
get myself another whore.
[laughter]
You on, boy.
Two hands, Mr. Kinton.
[inaudible].
[laughter]
Seems he's got an
angel on his shoulder.
And a devil on the other.
[laughter]
Oh.
Oh.
Lady Luck done kissed me again.
My Hot goddamn diggety doo!
[laughter]
Look what I got, a
goddamn full house.
How you beat that, huh?
[laughter]
Oh.
That son-of-a-bitch
is cheating!
He's cheating like a bastard.
Take it easy, Charlie!
Well, it's been nice
playing with you boys.
Me and my grand
prize have got to go.
I said you're
cheating, mister.
And you didn't takin'
my whore nowhere.
[laughter]
Pshoo!
[laughter]
That's good.
[laughter]
I'll see you next
time, Mr. Yuma.
[laughter]
- oh, there's next time.
Fuck you!
[laughter]
[crickets chirping]
So what, are you gonna
take your turn with me now?
No, I'm too tired.
You go home now.
[crickets chirping]
What?
I said get out of sight
before you get shot.
[crickets chirping]
[running]
[crickets chirping]
Shh, damn it.
Keep your voices down.
Sh!
Sarah!
Thank god.
Are you all right?
I'm OK.
How do you get away?
God's grace.
[panting] What did I miss?
Talk, Sarah, nothing but talk.
But what are we
talking about, Ada?
Fight or submit.
We have no weapons.
They'll squash us if we
stand up against them.
That's right.
They're squashing
us right now.
Ada, they killed my son.
But they didn't kill me.
I don't know if
fighting is the answer.
I don't know what the answer is.
But I'm not going to
stop until I find out.
Wellman's right.
We can't give up hope.
We got to stick together.
Hope for what, Sarah?
God to come down on his
mighty horse and save us all?
You have no faith, sister.
You have no balls, preacher.
Just the hope that
we don't fall apart.
Let God's will be done!
(WHISPERING) Look,
preacher, I have faith,
and I believe in the Lord.
But there ain't
no savior coming.
It's just us and them.
[raucous horn music]
Why can't you
just leave us alone?
Get out of our town!
[gunfire]
MAN: Oh, that's it.
Go on!
Fuck off!
Ah!
[mariachi music playing]
[laughs] Let's
play some cards.
[howling]
[crickets chirping]
[grunting]
[sighs] You know
they say that there
are still astronauts up there.
They're still floating
around in their spaceships.
[crickets chirping]
I suppose they'll drift
around up there forever.
They ain't missin' nothin'.
Maybe not.
I was gonna get into
space travel myself.
But I join the army instead.
[howling]
Is that where you
met, uh, Quantrell?
Yeah.
[sighing] Yeah, we were
on an ocean transport
when it got torpedoed, sank.
And so we were underwater
trapped when the boom hit.
And that's what saved us.
Then after a while, we--
we got out and made it to shore.
And JW found an underground
military munitions depot.
[crickets chirping]
There were roach-eaters
everywhere,
so we formed our own army.
The old army was gone.
But we weren't
Deaths Riders then.
We were survivors.
[crickets chirping]
[howling]
When do you reckon,
uh, Quantrell'll
be headed back this way?
Who knows.
Maybe a couple of weeks.
He's off somewhere
"building an empire."
What about yourself?
What brings you here?
Sir!
Sir!
[panting] Some people
spotted outside of town.
[belch] And they're
not ours, sir.
And And where are the others?
They're drunk, sir.
[howling]
[crickets chirping]
I better check this out.
You coming?
I'll be there.
[crickets chirping]
[howling]
[country music]
[vomiting]
All right, listen up!
Everybody on the [inaudible].
We've got civilians
on the loose.
You, too, on site.
[angry muttering and shouting]
Damn it, we need
to make up our minds.
You folks better
clear out of here.
[howling]
Right now.
Let's go.
Come on!
Get up.
Get up!
Come on, get up!
Some civilians got loose
and killed some of our boys.
They're hiding out in the barn.
- Shit!
Shoot first then
ask questions later.
Damn right we will.
Go on.
[crickets chirping]
(DRUNKENLY) Oh, where
the fuck are they?
Woo!
Aw, hell, ain't nobody here.
What the hell's goin' on?
MAN: What kind of
bullshit is this, man?
Back outside.
Come on.
[crickets chirping]
MAN: I'm goin' back to the bar.
[gunfire]
[inaudible], boys!
Who the fuck is
shootin' at us, man?
Who the fuck are they?
There the are over there.
Over there!
Y'all goin' get it now.
Ah!
Ooh.
Ah!
Oh.
Ah!
Oh!
Shit, man, I'm hit!
Look out!
Ohh!
Cease fire.
Aw!
Cease fire!
Oohh!
Oh, man, I've been hit!
Ah!
Ah!
[inaudible].
What the hell's
goin' on here, man?
What did they shoot at us for?
[angry shouting]
Knock It off!
Even our own men our shooting
at us, for Christ's sake.
[howling]
[harmonica playing "america"]
[laughing] I know your secret.
I know your secret.
[laughing] Six up, six down,
pow, pow, pow, six for six,
huh?
[laughing] I know your secret.
[laughing] (SING-SONGY)
I know your secret!
[laughing]
Hold on.
Yeah.
Oh, all right.
Mm-hm.
OK.
Over and out.
Uh, I'll talk to you later, huh?
[crickets chirping]
[HARMONICA PLAYING LAST LINE OF
"STAR BANGLED BANNER"]
Hee-hee-ah Fast,
[inaudible],, faster.
[laughing] Give me speed.
[laughing] Woo-hoo-hoo!
Step on it!
[wind whistling]
[honking]
DRIVER: Get the hell
outta the way, goddamn it.
This ain't the
goddamn Peace Corps.
[crazy gibberish] [laughing]
Morning, Luke, Morning, boys.
To what do I owe this honor?
Um, what the hell all that
shit about last night, homes?
Hell if I know.
Bunch a drunken fools.
What brings you my way?
Yeah, you wouldn't have a
wench I could for borrow for,
uh, about a quarter
hour or so, would ya?
Well, cousin Charlie, why
don't you just take your pick?
I already have.
Figured that.
Come on, you hog-squealers,
tote them tires!
Good morning,
pretty lady, hmm?
Remember me?
(ANGRILY) Come on in!
You, uh-- [scuffling] you
didn't think I was [inaudible],,
did ya?
Hmm?
Huh?
[inaudible]
We got-- we gotta
stick together,
you know, think or thin.
[crazy laughter]
Thick or thin!
Better for worse, hm?
Better for worse.
Woo!
[crazy laughter]
- Hmm, all that?
- [inaudible].
Well, that's fine then, bitch.
Fuck you, huh?
Fuck you, girl.
Just how hard do
you think I can--
- Woo-hoo!
- --[inaudible], huh?
How hard?
About how hard,
do you think, huh?
[panting]
Real hard, real
goddamn hard, huh?
Boom.
Boom.
[crazy laughter]
Mom!
Oh, damn it, what?
Leave my mother alone!
Luke, get out of here!
[laughter]
What up?
What, you wanna watch, boy?
[crazy laughter]
You wanna watch, huh?
You wanna watch?
Come on.
You wanna watch?
You wanna watch?
You wanna watch?
You wanna watch?
You wanna watch?
Let's watch!
Come on!
You wanna watch.
Woo-hoo?
Huh?
- Well, come on, man.
I'll give you
something to watch.
Watch this.
Watch me rattle your
mama's fuckin' teeth.
[crazy laughter]
Let's watch!
Come on!
Wanna watch?
Wanna watch?
Wanna watch?
You watch.
Wanna watch?
Come on!
Come on!
Ugh.
What?
Luke!
Chickenboy!
Hey, Chickenboy?
Chickenboy, quit-- quit
fucking around, man.
You little shit!
No!
[whistles] Morning.
You stay out of this, Yuma.
This ain't your fight.
Sure it is.
You think I want your
stench all over my woman?
Fuck you, Yuma!
You know, you were
lucky last night.
But your luck has
come to an end.
You know what, Mr. Bacchas?
You are really
beginning to annoy me.
[sizzle]
Ah!
Ahh!
[sounds of pain]
[fighting sounds]
[screaming]
[fighting sounds]
[gunfire]
Ooh.
If I wanted him dead, I
would have killed him myself.
[wind whistling]
What the hell
happened to Charlie?
Saw him a couple of
hours ago, and he was fine.
Where did you see him?
Out in the tire fields.
They were looking for
that whore that Charlie
was messin' with last night.
- Where is she now?
Back in the fields.
Clemons, go get her.
Somebody shot
Charlie from behind!
Somebody shot him in the back!
Cowardly act indeed.
What the hell
is going on here?
[wind whistling]
We've been here a week.
And already we've
lost a dozen men.
Mr. Ackett?
I trust you will find
out who killed these men.
I trust you won't
find anyone around here
who's going to fess up to that.
[inaudible].
And goddamn drifter took all
our money in poker last night.
I don't just that
sommabitch one bit!
Now, y'all know what happened
last night at the saloon.
I say we kill him!
Fuckin'-A!
String him up by the!
balls!
Now you're talkin'!
[wind whistling]
[running]
They're looking
for you, mister.
They found Charlie Bacchas.
Are you gonna run?
Ain't no profit in that, son.
[wind whistling]
Well, are you
gonna turn my ma in?
[wind whistling]
Ain't no profit
in that either.
You run and take cover now.
[wind whistling]
[running away]
Brand or no brand, he
ain't no Death Rider.
He ain't got the spirit.
He never did!
[wind whistling]
Well, speak of
the goddamned devil.
Oh, you gonna get it now.
[crazy laughter]
You-- you're
looking for trouble.
Well, now you found
trouble, pow, pow, pow.
[crazy laughter]
Yuma, do you know
how these men died?
[crazy laughter]
Hell, yeah, he does.
Don't ya, Mr. Yuma?
Who you think you are
just standing there?
Appears he's giving
us an invitation.
Here she is!
Come on, boys.
He can't [inaudible] us all.
Come on!
Where's your balls at?
Fuck it.
Let's do it.
[military drum roll]
[wind whistling]
[western movie music]
Get goin'.
[wind whistling]
[gunfire]
[gasp]
[spit]
Not a weapon
cleared a holster.
[wind whistling]
[gunshot]
Uh.
Oh!
Angel!
[snap]
Son of a bitch.
[gunfire]
[inaudible]!
Ah!
Oh!
Ooh.
Oh.
Oh.
[panting] Ugh.
[grunting]
[sounds of fighting]
[machine sounds]
[explosion]
Where is everybody?
Dead, every damn one of them.
How could you let this
happen, you big idiot?
You're supposed to be in charge!
You're supposed to be in
control of the situation!
Where were you?
Where was I?
Where were you, Mr.
Commanding Officer?
Where were you?
I am your superior officer.
You will respect me.
You're a pathetic
little shit, Julias.
Where are you going?
[wind whistling]
United Regime is
the new way, Mr. Yuma.
You are the old way.
You are extinct.
[chuckling]
[gunshot]
[car starting]
You let him go!
Why did you let him go?
He's gonna catch
up with Quantrell
and then bring
them all back here.
And then he'll kill every one
of us, once he sees what he did!
We got no choice now.
It's time to make a stand.
I tell you it's suicide.
It's suicide!
- It's survival!
- Now you all pay heed!
God is coming back, and He's
bringing his wrath with Him.
Judgment Day is the only thing
that's going to rectify us,
nothing else.
I'm telling you the end is near.
And you all better be ready!
The end?
[wind whistling]
I don't know where
you been, Preacher,
but the end's already
come and gone.
God done left you behind.
Now, if you ask me,
you people better learn
to stand on your own feet.
[wind whistling]
Son of a bitch!
[wind whistling]
[snarling]
[snarling]
[FIGHTING AND SNARLING AND
TEARING]
[snap]
[choking]
[snarling]
[snap]
Damn roach-eaters.
[wind whistling]
[crickets chirping]
(WHISPERING) Twice--
he got shot twice, Mom.
Hey, get away from him.
[crickets chirping]
He ain't no harm.
Crack shot.
Cool hand.
I wonder what else he's good at.
[howling]
[crickets chirping]
[howling]
[crickets chirping]
Put that down!
[howling]
I washed the blood
out of your clothes.
They're drying.
Luke, could you go get Mr.
Yuma's clothes, please?
[crickets chirping]
You had 'em all
fooled, didn't you?
Even right down to your brand.
[sizzle]
[sizzle]
[crickets chirping]
Charming.
[crickets chirping]
[buzzing]
You're gonna bleed if you
take those bandages off.
[crickets chirping]
[buzzing]
Mind helping me?
You need somebody else's help.
Please?
I bet this is a first.
[crickets chirping]
Where's the boy's father?
He's dead-- disease.
He was the founder of New Hope.
Built this town up from rubble.
Was he the genius who
figured out how to turn
tires into a natural resource?
Yes, he was.
You invite a massacre
to this town, Mr. Yuma.
Well, that's all right.
I'm a good host.
[crickets chirping]
This town was marked for death
the day Quantrell rode in.
[buzzing]
Ah!
What?
God.
Son-of-a-bitch shorted.
Are you OK?
[crickets chirping]
LUKE: Here's your
clothes, mister.
[crickets chirping]
[wind whistling]
Ah.
[clicking]
[beep]
[buzz]
COMPUTER: Security code
admittance level four.
Sir!
Where are you going?
[baby crying]
This is our home!
You gotta stand up for it.
Where are you gonna
go, out there?
There's nothing but
death out there.
[baby crying]
If the sun doesn't get
you, the roach-eaters will!
[baby crying]
We built this town from rubble.
We gotta fight for it!
A Preacher, please, if you stay,
so will a lot of other people.
I cannot lead my
flock astray, Sarah.
"Walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil,"
remember saying that, Preacher?
Where's your faith now, huh?
Where's your faith
now, Preacher?
Sarah, give it up.
They're leaving.
Bunch of goddamned
cowards, all of 'em!
[wind whistling]
What the fuck do
you mean, one man?
How could one man do all that?
Christ was one man.
So was Hitler.
Oliver North was one man.
What is your point?
My point is that
times are changing.
You can no longer use the world
as your personal playground.
Oh, Jesus, Roy!
You and I watched
the world catch fire.
We saw the sun eclipsed from
the smoke of burning flesh.
We watched the earth die.
But out of the ashes of
defeat we rise to victory.
It is up to us to rebuild.
You're forgetting
that I've heard
you give that speech before.
It's not a goddamn speech!
It's the truth!
It is up to us.
One law, one order.
And no goddamn tire town
is going to prevent that.
Luke, I want you to stay right
here until I come and get you.
[baby crying]
Mom, I wanna go!
Do not leave this tunnel!
Do you understand me?
(SHOUTING) Do you understand me?
[baby crying]
[crying]
[wind whistling]
[harmonica playing]
[wind whistling]
[bell ringing]
[screaming]
[wind whistling]
My condolences, JW.
But if it's all the same to
you, I'm gonna sit this one out.
You may call it my
right of passage.
[gunshot]
GENERAL QUANTRELL:
Spare no one, no one!
[squealing tires]
[wind chimes]
They're here.
Spread out!
Find 'em!
[engines starting]
[squealing tires]
[explosion]
[explosion]
Show yourselves!
Let's finish this!
[guns clicking]
[gunfire]
[crazy laughter]
[gunfire]
He's up there!
Go get him!
[gunfire]
Mom?
Move!
[gunfire]
[footsteps on metal]
[wind whistling]
[grunt]
[explosion]
LUKE: Mister!
[gun clicking]
Stop foolng and
stay out of sight.
[running]
[gunfire]
Get him.
Ah!
[wind whistling]
[gunfire]
Oh, my god, Luke!
Luke!
No!
[bus engine starts]
[squealing tires]
[squealing tires]
[explosions]
[inaudible]
[grunting]
Go!
Go on!
Pull up next to him.
Be careful!
Oh.
[squealing tires]
[crash]
[squealing tires]
[explosion]
[grunting]
Oh, my-- oh.
Oh, my baby.
Come on, baby.
Oh, no.
[groaning]
Luke, oh, baby.
[crying]
Ah.
[gunshot]
[gasp]
Trapped.
(SINGING) Buffalo gals,
won't you come out tonight,
we'll dance in the
light of the moon.
Buffalo gals, won't you
come out tonight, come
out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo gals, won't
you come tonight.
[humming]
(SPEAKING) Here's
your bike, man.
[laughing] It's a great bike.
She just got me here
like lickety split.
[laughing] Yeah, real
red-hot American classic.
Don't make them like
they used to, do they?
Well, my helmet
damn near blew off.
My skirt was up my face.
[laughing] It's a great bike.
Yeah.
How much you get for this
kind of bike anyway, huh?
Boy, sure would like
to get me one of these.
Just about took it, too.
[laughing] Yeah.
Gee.
Yeah, what's this go, about 60?
[laughing] Mm.
Man, she's great.
Mister, who are you?
[wind whistling]
[flames burning]
Yeah.
[laughing]
[engine starts]
Hey, I'll see you
later, huh, Johnny?
Well, see ya later.
Go get 'em!
Yeah!
Yoo!
[laughing]
[laughing]
[sad mystical music]
[western movie music]
[saloon music]
[dramatic music]
[wind whistling]
[sad mystical music]
[coughing]
[footsteps]
[sad mystical music]
[sad mystical music]
[gasping].
[footsteps]
[gasping].
[coughing]
Who did this to you?
[panting] Death Riders.
[panting] Kill me.
Please, kill me.
[gasping] Please, kill me.
Kill me!
[gun clicks]
[gunshot]
[sad mystical music]
[echoing gunshot]
[energetic music playing]
Aha!
[laughs crazily]
Drive!
[wind whistling]
[pounding]
[squeaking]
[hissing]
[engine slowly starting]
[wind whistling]
[crazy laughter]
[crazy laughter]
[yelling gibberish].
Generator's down.
Go manual.
Report over to Joseph.
[sigh]
[crazy laughter]
[motorcycle revving]
[yelling gibberish].
Dah!
[brakes squeaking]
[laughing] Come
on, round 'em up!
Round 'em up!
Round 'em up.
You, too, missy.
Woo!
[yelling gibberish],,
Round 'em up.
Round 'em up.
[crazy laughter]
Come on, let's go!
[sounds of struggle]
[screaming]
[bell ringing]
[screaming]
[crazy laughter]
[bell ringing]
[door squeaks]
[door closes]
[sounds of distant struggle]
[sighs].
Shave.
[laughing crazily]
[inaudible] come on!
[inaudible].
Move your asses!
[crazy laughter]
Come on, go!
Get the fuck outta here!
Luke?
Have you seen Luke?
God!
Luke!
Hoo, I'm gonna get
hands on that ass.
[laughing] I'm gonna
get my hands on that ass.
[crazy laughter]
[shouting and screaming]
Desert scum!
Go back to the
hell you came from!
[siren]
[door squeaking]
[distant struggling]
[door squeaks closed]
[footsteps]
[clears throat]
You're not wanted
here Quantrell.
Sure?
That's not very neighborly.
[gun clicks]
[gunshots]
[woman screaming]
The sheriff!
The sheriff!
[tires squealing]
[screaming]
Keep shaving.
Try this [inaudible].
Get your ass
over there, bitch!
[gunfire]
Waaa!
Waaa!
Hoo, daddy.
Waaa!
Woo-hoo!
Yeah!
[motorcycle]
Where you goin', son?
[grunts]
[fighting sounds]
[sounds of distant struggle]
[explosions]
[screaming]
[revving]
[glass shattering]
[explosion]
[gunfire]
[motorcycle speeding by]
[grunting]
Holster your gun.
Do it!
[sounds of fighting]
Where you goin', boy, huh?
Where you off to?
What?
What?
Just talkin'.
What, old man?
I'm just talkin' to him.
- Listen--
Ahh!
Mom!
Oh, Bacchas.
Oh, but you dead, matey.
Oh.
[crazy sounds]
[chuckles] Well,
ain't you the sassy one.
- Oh, sassy little thing.
- Mom!
No, boy.
No, Luke, no!
No.
Love at first sight.
[greasy laughter]
Love at first sight!
Woo!
Woo!
[crazy laughter]
[gunfire]
[screaming and shouting]
[gunfire]
[screaming and shouting]
Woo-hoo-hoo!
[screaming and shouting]
All right, come on now.
Pack it in.
Quit you're cryin'
and moanin' now.
Move it!
Move it!
Move it!
Move it!
Woo.
[shouting orders]
Another victory
for the Death Riders!
[gunfire and cheering]
[gun clicks]
[shouting and screaming]
The town is yours, father.
Aw, JW, the Death Riders have
themselves another victory.
Death Riders, I never
really liked that name.
Why is that?
Because we ride in numbers.
Death rides alone.
[wind whistling]
[sad mystical music]
[wind whistling]
[beeping]
[wind whistling]
[radio static]
[beeping]
[humming sound]
[beeping]
[fast beeping]
[slow beeping]
[wind whistling]
[gunfire]
[geiger counter sounds]
[sniffs], pee-yew.
Aw, fuck it.
[crickets chirping]
[chewing]
[distant howling]
[crickets chirping]
[distant howling]
[crickets chirping]
[howling]
[snarling]
[yelling gibberish]
[fighting sounds]
[gunfire]
[crazy gibberish exclamations]
[panting]
[crickets chirping]
[distant shouting]
[crying and moaning]
This here's the mayor.
And where were you during
all the commotion, Mr. Mayor?
Found him hidin' in a closet.
How noble.
All able-bodied
men, make your choice.
Take the brand or die.
[screaming and shouting]
No, not my son!
Take me!
Take me!
Not my son.
You're too goddamned old.
Now shut the fuck up.
Ready.
[click]
[military drum roll]
[sobbing]
Aim.
No, wait!
Don't shoot!
WOMAN: No!
No!
No!
No!
Don't wanna die.
Role up your sleeve.
[sizzle]
[screams] Ah!
Please, don't do this, sir.
We-- we-- we can
work something out.
I mean, we-- we can,
uh, make an agreement.
Enough.
[woman screaming]
Welcome to the United Regime.
Don't cross us.
I'll eat you alive.
[woman screaming]
Does anyone else
wish to join the United
Regime, the only civilized order
in an otherwise savage land.
Very well.
[clicking]
MAN: Oh, my god.
MAN: Go to hell!
-
What are they gonna do?
[gunfire]
WOMAN: Oh, no!
[gunfire]
[screaming]
[sobbing]
Now, uh, what are
we talking about?
oh, yes, an agreement.
Here's your agreement.
All right,
everybody shut up now!
Listen up!
You are in the presence
of General J.W.
Quantrell of the United Regime.
[military drum roll]
The settlement of New Hope
is now under the jurisdiction
of the United Regime.
All oil malt refining will
continue under the supervision
of the regime.
New Hope is no longer a town.
It is a military post
and will be run as such.
One more thing, you are
no longer the mayor.
Now get out.
All right, people, break it
up, go home, and go to bed.
Got a helluva day tomorrow.
So get the fuck to sleep.
Come on, boys.
Let's lock this town up tight.
MAN: Move it.
Move it, you goat lickers.
Get your asses to bed.
I'm pulling out tonight.
This is an important
[inaudible] those men.
We must have high yields.
General, you
haven't decided on who
you will be leaving in charge.
Yes, I have.
General Ackett, I have
decided to put General
Quantrell, Jr. in charge.
It is your job to see that
his orders are carried out.
Thank you, father.
We're building an empire, son.
[military drum roll]
[sighs] Call it his
right of passage, Roy.
[crickets chirping]
[beeping]
[wind whistling]
[buzzing scanner]
[beeping]
[wind whistling]
[buzzing scan]
[wind whistling]
[harmonica playing]
Where do you think
you're runnin'?
Can't run away.
You're 40 miles to nowhere.
Now move.
Get movin', motherfucker.
Move!
Move!
Move!
[harmonica playing]
[brakes squeaking]
[harmonica playing]
[call of distant bird of prey]
[wind whistling]
Howdy.
Howdy.
Hotter than devil's
piss out here, hm?
Yep.
[wind whistling]
We're, uh, looking
for, uh, some runaways.
[wind whistling]
You seen any?
[wind whistling]
Everybody's runnin'
from something.
How about you?
[wind whistling]
You runnin'?
Do I need to?
[call of distant bird of prey]
[chuckling]
[engine starting]
[revving]
Ah-hee!
[energetic music]
[clanging]
[explosion]
[clanging]
[explosion]
[squealing tires]
[crashing]
[squealing tires]
[clanging]
[squealing tires]
[explosion]
[explosion]
[squealing tires]
[squealing tires]
[clanging]
[explosion]
[squealing tires]
Angel!
[gunfire]
[clanging]
[explosion]
[squealing tires]
[crash]
[energetic music]
[laughter]
[squealing tires]
Hi.
[chuckles]
Hee-hee.
Ooh.
[fly buzzing]
[wind whistling]
[fly buzzing]
Oh.
Hm.
[laughing] I see you.
I see you, [inaudible] Yuma!
[laughing] Yeah, I
knew you were comin'.
You knew we were comin'.
They know that you was comin'.
[laughing] I see you.
[laughing] Ah-dee--oh,
and away we go.
[laughing]
Come on, you
dirty tire chuckers.
Hey Chuck them tires.
Hey!
Hey!
Come on.
Hey, fat girl, come on.
Let's snap it up
here, goddamn it.
[clapping] Come on, fat girl.
Goddamn it, you know
you drop a few pounds,
you might be worth a
shit to me out here.
Huh?
Maybe if you quit
yelling at her,
she would be able
to get some work--
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, if it ain't the sassy one.
You know-- you know, [chuckles]
a purdy pin cushion like you,
uh, ought to be tending
a man 'stead of chucking
these goddamn tires, hmm?
Every think about that?
[chuckles] You know, let's
say I, uh, pull a few strings,
you know, get
something arranged?
You like that?
You like that, huh?
[chuckles] You don't like?
I'll talk at you later, huh?
[chuckles]
(SHOUTING) Come on,
fat girl, goddamn it!
[chuckles]
[inaudible] tire.
Woo-hoo!
Come on, you bitches,
get back to work.
[woman yelling in fear]
MAN: [inaudible] your ass.
Stupid bitches, what
the hell you thinking?
I want the tire fuels
empty and our gas hole is
full by the end of the season.
You don't have the
manpower for that.
I want yieldings, Mr.
Ackett, high yieldings!
Well, you're not gonna get
'em by killing off the farmers.
Besides, Julie, you don't
give a damn about yieldings.
You just want to
please your daddy.
Well?
We brought in four.
That's all you found?
I saw at least 20 fleeing town.
[clanging]
Home sweet home, tire suckers.
Ran into a problem
out there, sir.
What kind of problem?
Get the fuck in there.
Hang him.
He killed Freeman
Zeke and [inaudible]..
Well, how did he
kill all three of them?
[thud]
It's obvious you're
no tire farmer.
Who are you, sir?
Nobody special.
[laughing] Well, what were
you doing out in the dry lands,
Mr. Nobody Special.
Oh, I was just ambling,
until your speed monkey showed
up and started chasing me.
What the fuck you sayin'?
[spitting] Why
were you running?
Well, why were they chasing?
To travel the dry lands alone,
a man must be mighty confident.
Or mighty stupid.
Which is it?
Well, sir, it would be
stupid of me to say that I am
confident I could kill
any 60-year-old man before
they draw a gun from a holster.
However, (CHUCKLING)
I can confidently
say that I'm not stupid
enough to say such a thing.
So, uh, you tell me, am I
stupid or am I confident?
You don't seem to be taking
us very seriously, sir.
Well, I wonder if you
even know who we are.
Well, you're--
you're my captors.
You joke in the
face of death, sir.
And you point a gun at it.
I'd, uh, think
twice about it, Julie.
[click]
[jagged breathing]
[chuckling]
May I see you for a moment?
Julias?
Why don't you settle
this in the street?
Your daddy would.
[shouting and screaming]
[bell ringing]
[jeering and cheering]
MAN: Yeah, woo-hoo!
Let's go have some fun.
Woo!
Yeah, a lot of fun.
Let him loose.
[wind whistling]
[inaudible].
[laughing]
Let him have his weapons.
[wind whistling]
That's JW Quantrell's son.
You can imagine what's gonna
happen to you if you kill him.
[giggling]
[cackling]
[wind whistling]
Not yet!
You want me to tell you when?
[giggling]
[gunfire]
[wind whistling]
Now, I ask you again, am I
stupid, or am I confident?
Shoot him.
Hold your fire.
I said shoot him!
Hold your fire.
[wind whistling]
I want that drifter executed.
I wouldn't be too quick to
kill off a man with that skill.
He humiliated me
in front of my men.
I want him killed.
And I don't.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
It seems that you have an
entirely wrong idea of me.
Hell, I ain't looking
for trouble, never was.
Then what are you looking for?
[wind whistling]
I believe I have found
what I'm looking for.
[wind whistling]
You wanna run with the pack,
you gotta be one of the dogs.
[sizzling]
[wind whistling]
[sizzle]
You're not quite done yet.
[sounds of fighting]
[cheering]
[laughter]
Goddamn you
pretty, but so what!
[sounds of fighting]
[cheering]
[wind whistling]
[howling]
ANNOUNCER: Attention.
Attention.
Anyone caught wandering
the camp after dark
will be shot on sight.
[chuckling]
[wind whistling]
Sweet dreams.
BOY: Did you see
that gun gypsy today?
Showed that damn Death
Rider a thing or two.
MOTHER: Hey, watch
your language, Luke.
Did you see him?
No, I did not.
But I heard about him.
Oh, should have seen him, Mom.
He was one dirty badass.
Oh, yeah?
Do you know where he's at now?
He's probably over in the
liquor pit with the rest
of the murdering
devils, just waiting
for someone to
cross him so they'll
have an excuse to kill him.
But the stranger
didn't kill him.
He just danced his goddamn gun
through the air like a bird.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
- Pow.
Pow.
Pow.
You listen.
Listen to me.
It is by God's grace alone
that we are still alive.
And it's by God's grace
only that we're going
to survive this nightmare.
Now, some gun-carrying man
is no man to look up to,
do you understand me?
[wind whistling]
Is everything all right?
Hi, Dad.
Grandpa, did you see
that gun gypsy today?
Fuckin-A right I did, boy.
Goddamn he could shoot!
Dad!
Oh, sorry.
Uh, Luke, don't cuss.
Knock, knock, knock.
Oh, keep your seat.
Keep your seat, dad.
No.
No.
No, Luke, please, don't.
It's your gentleman caller.
Gentleman caller.
I brought ya some posies.
Um, [laughing]
remember when I said,
uh, I'd try to
pull a few strings,
get you off that tire pit?
Well, honey, [laughing]
you my new girlfriend, hm?
Let's say we celebrate now.
Want to, uh-- want to
go go across the street?
I spent $10.
10 bucks!
[crazy laughter]
Why can't you leave us alone?
(SHOUTING) I am trying
to impress the girl, dad.
Please leave him alone.
All right.
[laughing] Um, it looks like
you got your best dress on.
So why don't you
just move your ass?
Move your ass.
Come on.
Move your ass.
[breathing fast]
Some time tonight!
Sometime tonight!
[wind whistling]
[inaudible] barn tonight.
Go there without
me if you have to.
Come on.
Come on.
Off this way.
Ladies first.
Know just how you feel.
[laughing]
[piano saloon music]
[inaudible]!
[woman crying]
Any you birds that know
how to play cards, hm?
[lewd shouting]
[woman struggling]
That's Charlie Bacchas.
He was a lifer.
Lifer?
Yeah, he and Evermore were
regular army when the boom hit.
Most of the others
are crossovers
that took the brand,
especially the younger
ones, that's, uh, Greenstreet.
[laughing].
And that's Deacon.
And, uh, that's Kinton, a rogue
drifter, just like yourself.
You can call me Yuma.
OK, Yuma.
(DRUNKENLY) [inaudible]--
Soldier.
--are in this camp, General?
That's Deacon.
Outta here.
Son-of-a-bitch wins again!
Get me a beer, bitch.
Give me a beer, bitch.
[laughs]
Good to meet ya, Yuma.
[crickets chirping]
Our lives our in danger
by just being here.
If Sarah's not here
by now, I don't
think she's coming at all.
We better get
started without her.
I say the decision
is absolutely clear.
Our only hope of surviving is--
is by complying.
We are complying.
We haven't lifted a
finger against them,
and they're still using
us for target practice.
I say we strike back.
Vengeance is the
Lord's, Miss Ada.
His day of reckoning is near.
Preacher, get out of
your religious pipe dream
and come back to reality.
[drunken yelling]
[chuckling]
I'm goin' bet it all.
Goin' bet it all.
[laughing] All of it.
Every last penny.
Come on.
Well, that's one hell
of a poker face, Charlie.
I fold.
Fold.
Fold.
Oh, hell, I fold.
Well, come on
you son-of-bitches.
Don't do this to me.
Where's your balls?
I'm in.
Hey, all right, boy.
[cackling].
All right, stranger, um, you
can, um, read 'em and weep.
Uh, call that a straight flush.
[laughter]
Mother me, Lady Luck!
Mother
me!
[laughter]
There's my good luck charm.
[laughter]
Royal fucking flush.
Shit.
I am cleaned out.
Damn, Charlie, just
ain't your night, is it?
[laughter]
Sons-of-bitches!
It's a nasty twist of fate
when a man's shootin' at ya
in the morning and reaping your
money in poker that same night.
What, you, uh--
you got something going
on between my lady, hm?
Huh?
[laughter]
[clears throat]
Well, what are you
staring at, bitch?
I'll rip your fucking eyes out.
Hey, Charlie.
How about a hand
between just you and me?
All or nothing.
I ain't got
nothing to bet with.
How about her?
Her?
No, her.
Oh, her.
[laughs] Oh, hey, I can
get myself another whore.
[laughter]
You on, boy.
Two hands, Mr. Kinton.
[inaudible].
[laughter]
Seems he's got an
angel on his shoulder.
And a devil on the other.
[laughter]
Oh.
Oh.
Lady Luck done kissed me again.
My Hot goddamn diggety doo!
[laughter]
Look what I got, a
goddamn full house.
How you beat that, huh?
[laughter]
Oh.
That son-of-a-bitch
is cheating!
He's cheating like a bastard.
Take it easy, Charlie!
Well, it's been nice
playing with you boys.
Me and my grand
prize have got to go.
I said you're
cheating, mister.
And you didn't takin'
my whore nowhere.
[laughter]
Pshoo!
[laughter]
That's good.
[laughter]
I'll see you next
time, Mr. Yuma.
[laughter]
- oh, there's next time.
Fuck you!
[laughter]
[crickets chirping]
So what, are you gonna
take your turn with me now?
No, I'm too tired.
You go home now.
[crickets chirping]
What?
I said get out of sight
before you get shot.
[crickets chirping]
[running]
[crickets chirping]
Shh, damn it.
Keep your voices down.
Sh!
Sarah!
Thank god.
Are you all right?
I'm OK.
How do you get away?
God's grace.
[panting] What did I miss?
Talk, Sarah, nothing but talk.
But what are we
talking about, Ada?
Fight or submit.
We have no weapons.
They'll squash us if we
stand up against them.
That's right.
They're squashing
us right now.
Ada, they killed my son.
But they didn't kill me.
I don't know if
fighting is the answer.
I don't know what the answer is.
But I'm not going to
stop until I find out.
Wellman's right.
We can't give up hope.
We got to stick together.
Hope for what, Sarah?
God to come down on his
mighty horse and save us all?
You have no faith, sister.
You have no balls, preacher.
Just the hope that
we don't fall apart.
Let God's will be done!
(WHISPERING) Look,
preacher, I have faith,
and I believe in the Lord.
But there ain't
no savior coming.
It's just us and them.
[raucous horn music]
Why can't you
just leave us alone?
Get out of our town!
[gunfire]
MAN: Oh, that's it.
Go on!
Fuck off!
Ah!
[mariachi music playing]
[laughs] Let's
play some cards.
[howling]
[crickets chirping]
[grunting]
[sighs] You know
they say that there
are still astronauts up there.
They're still floating
around in their spaceships.
[crickets chirping]
I suppose they'll drift
around up there forever.
They ain't missin' nothin'.
Maybe not.
I was gonna get into
space travel myself.
But I join the army instead.
[howling]
Is that where you
met, uh, Quantrell?
Yeah.
[sighing] Yeah, we were
on an ocean transport
when it got torpedoed, sank.
And so we were underwater
trapped when the boom hit.
And that's what saved us.
Then after a while, we--
we got out and made it to shore.
And JW found an underground
military munitions depot.
[crickets chirping]
There were roach-eaters
everywhere,
so we formed our own army.
The old army was gone.
But we weren't
Deaths Riders then.
We were survivors.
[crickets chirping]
[howling]
When do you reckon,
uh, Quantrell'll
be headed back this way?
Who knows.
Maybe a couple of weeks.
He's off somewhere
"building an empire."
What about yourself?
What brings you here?
Sir!
Sir!
[panting] Some people
spotted outside of town.
[belch] And they're
not ours, sir.
And And where are the others?
They're drunk, sir.
[howling]
[crickets chirping]
I better check this out.
You coming?
I'll be there.
[crickets chirping]
[howling]
[country music]
[vomiting]
All right, listen up!
Everybody on the [inaudible].
We've got civilians
on the loose.
You, too, on site.
[angry muttering and shouting]
Damn it, we need
to make up our minds.
You folks better
clear out of here.
[howling]
Right now.
Let's go.
Come on!
Get up.
Get up!
Come on, get up!
Some civilians got loose
and killed some of our boys.
They're hiding out in the barn.
- Shit!
Shoot first then
ask questions later.
Damn right we will.
Go on.
[crickets chirping]
(DRUNKENLY) Oh, where
the fuck are they?
Woo!
Aw, hell, ain't nobody here.
What the hell's goin' on?
MAN: What kind of
bullshit is this, man?
Back outside.
Come on.
[crickets chirping]
MAN: I'm goin' back to the bar.
[gunfire]
[inaudible], boys!
Who the fuck is
shootin' at us, man?
Who the fuck are they?
There the are over there.
Over there!
Y'all goin' get it now.
Ah!
Ooh.
Ah!
Oh.
Ah!
Oh!
Shit, man, I'm hit!
Look out!
Ohh!
Cease fire.
Aw!
Cease fire!
Oohh!
Oh, man, I've been hit!
Ah!
Ah!
[inaudible].
What the hell's
goin' on here, man?
What did they shoot at us for?
[angry shouting]
Knock It off!
Even our own men our shooting
at us, for Christ's sake.
[howling]
[harmonica playing "america"]
[laughing] I know your secret.
I know your secret.
[laughing] Six up, six down,
pow, pow, pow, six for six,
huh?
[laughing] I know your secret.
[laughing] (SING-SONGY)
I know your secret!
[laughing]
Hold on.
Yeah.
Oh, all right.
Mm-hm.
OK.
Over and out.
Uh, I'll talk to you later, huh?
[crickets chirping]
[HARMONICA PLAYING LAST LINE OF
"STAR BANGLED BANNER"]
Hee-hee-ah Fast,
[inaudible],, faster.
[laughing] Give me speed.
[laughing] Woo-hoo-hoo!
Step on it!
[wind whistling]
[honking]
DRIVER: Get the hell
outta the way, goddamn it.
This ain't the
goddamn Peace Corps.
[crazy gibberish] [laughing]
Morning, Luke, Morning, boys.
To what do I owe this honor?
Um, what the hell all that
shit about last night, homes?
Hell if I know.
Bunch a drunken fools.
What brings you my way?
Yeah, you wouldn't have a
wench I could for borrow for,
uh, about a quarter
hour or so, would ya?
Well, cousin Charlie, why
don't you just take your pick?
I already have.
Figured that.
Come on, you hog-squealers,
tote them tires!
Good morning,
pretty lady, hmm?
Remember me?
(ANGRILY) Come on in!
You, uh-- [scuffling] you
didn't think I was [inaudible],,
did ya?
Hmm?
Huh?
[inaudible]
We got-- we gotta
stick together,
you know, think or thin.
[crazy laughter]
Thick or thin!
Better for worse, hm?
Better for worse.
Woo!
[crazy laughter]
- Hmm, all that?
- [inaudible].
Well, that's fine then, bitch.
Fuck you, huh?
Fuck you, girl.
Just how hard do
you think I can--
- Woo-hoo!
- --[inaudible], huh?
How hard?
About how hard,
do you think, huh?
[panting]
Real hard, real
goddamn hard, huh?
Boom.
Boom.
[crazy laughter]
Mom!
Oh, damn it, what?
Leave my mother alone!
Luke, get out of here!
[laughter]
What up?
What, you wanna watch, boy?
[crazy laughter]
You wanna watch, huh?
You wanna watch?
Come on.
You wanna watch?
You wanna watch?
You wanna watch?
You wanna watch?
You wanna watch?
Let's watch!
Come on!
You wanna watch.
Woo-hoo?
Huh?
- Well, come on, man.
I'll give you
something to watch.
Watch this.
Watch me rattle your
mama's fuckin' teeth.
[crazy laughter]
Let's watch!
Come on!
Wanna watch?
Wanna watch?
Wanna watch?
You watch.
Wanna watch?
Come on!
Come on!
Ugh.
What?
Luke!
Chickenboy!
Hey, Chickenboy?
Chickenboy, quit-- quit
fucking around, man.
You little shit!
No!
[whistles] Morning.
You stay out of this, Yuma.
This ain't your fight.
Sure it is.
You think I want your
stench all over my woman?
Fuck you, Yuma!
You know, you were
lucky last night.
But your luck has
come to an end.
You know what, Mr. Bacchas?
You are really
beginning to annoy me.
[sizzle]
Ah!
Ahh!
[sounds of pain]
[fighting sounds]
[screaming]
[fighting sounds]
[gunfire]
Ooh.
If I wanted him dead, I
would have killed him myself.
[wind whistling]
What the hell
happened to Charlie?
Saw him a couple of
hours ago, and he was fine.
Where did you see him?
Out in the tire fields.
They were looking for
that whore that Charlie
was messin' with last night.
- Where is she now?
Back in the fields.
Clemons, go get her.
Somebody shot
Charlie from behind!
Somebody shot him in the back!
Cowardly act indeed.
What the hell
is going on here?
[wind whistling]
We've been here a week.
And already we've
lost a dozen men.
Mr. Ackett?
I trust you will find
out who killed these men.
I trust you won't
find anyone around here
who's going to fess up to that.
[inaudible].
And goddamn drifter took all
our money in poker last night.
I don't just that
sommabitch one bit!
Now, y'all know what happened
last night at the saloon.
I say we kill him!
Fuckin'-A!
String him up by the!
balls!
Now you're talkin'!
[wind whistling]
[running]
They're looking
for you, mister.
They found Charlie Bacchas.
Are you gonna run?
Ain't no profit in that, son.
[wind whistling]
Well, are you
gonna turn my ma in?
[wind whistling]
Ain't no profit
in that either.
You run and take cover now.
[wind whistling]
[running away]
Brand or no brand, he
ain't no Death Rider.
He ain't got the spirit.
He never did!
[wind whistling]
Well, speak of
the goddamned devil.
Oh, you gonna get it now.
[crazy laughter]
You-- you're
looking for trouble.
Well, now you found
trouble, pow, pow, pow.
[crazy laughter]
Yuma, do you know
how these men died?
[crazy laughter]
Hell, yeah, he does.
Don't ya, Mr. Yuma?
Who you think you are
just standing there?
Appears he's giving
us an invitation.
Here she is!
Come on, boys.
He can't [inaudible] us all.
Come on!
Where's your balls at?
Fuck it.
Let's do it.
[military drum roll]
[wind whistling]
[western movie music]
Get goin'.
[wind whistling]
[gunfire]
[gasp]
[spit]
Not a weapon
cleared a holster.
[wind whistling]
[gunshot]
Uh.
Oh!
Angel!
[snap]
Son of a bitch.
[gunfire]
[inaudible]!
Ah!
Oh!
Ooh.
Oh.
Oh.
[panting] Ugh.
[grunting]
[sounds of fighting]
[machine sounds]
[explosion]
Where is everybody?
Dead, every damn one of them.
How could you let this
happen, you big idiot?
You're supposed to be in charge!
You're supposed to be in
control of the situation!
Where were you?
Where was I?
Where were you, Mr.
Commanding Officer?
Where were you?
I am your superior officer.
You will respect me.
You're a pathetic
little shit, Julias.
Where are you going?
[wind whistling]
United Regime is
the new way, Mr. Yuma.
You are the old way.
You are extinct.
[chuckling]
[gunshot]
[car starting]
You let him go!
Why did you let him go?
He's gonna catch
up with Quantrell
and then bring
them all back here.
And then he'll kill every one
of us, once he sees what he did!
We got no choice now.
It's time to make a stand.
I tell you it's suicide.
It's suicide!
- It's survival!
- Now you all pay heed!
God is coming back, and He's
bringing his wrath with Him.
Judgment Day is the only thing
that's going to rectify us,
nothing else.
I'm telling you the end is near.
And you all better be ready!
The end?
[wind whistling]
I don't know where
you been, Preacher,
but the end's already
come and gone.
God done left you behind.
Now, if you ask me,
you people better learn
to stand on your own feet.
[wind whistling]
Son of a bitch!
[wind whistling]
[snarling]
[snarling]
[FIGHTING AND SNARLING AND
TEARING]
[snap]
[choking]
[snarling]
[snap]
Damn roach-eaters.
[wind whistling]
[crickets chirping]
(WHISPERING) Twice--
he got shot twice, Mom.
Hey, get away from him.
[crickets chirping]
He ain't no harm.
Crack shot.
Cool hand.
I wonder what else he's good at.
[howling]
[crickets chirping]
[howling]
[crickets chirping]
Put that down!
[howling]
I washed the blood
out of your clothes.
They're drying.
Luke, could you go get Mr.
Yuma's clothes, please?
[crickets chirping]
You had 'em all
fooled, didn't you?
Even right down to your brand.
[sizzle]
[sizzle]
[crickets chirping]
Charming.
[crickets chirping]
[buzzing]
You're gonna bleed if you
take those bandages off.
[crickets chirping]
[buzzing]
Mind helping me?
You need somebody else's help.
Please?
I bet this is a first.
[crickets chirping]
Where's the boy's father?
He's dead-- disease.
He was the founder of New Hope.
Built this town up from rubble.
Was he the genius who
figured out how to turn
tires into a natural resource?
Yes, he was.
You invite a massacre
to this town, Mr. Yuma.
Well, that's all right.
I'm a good host.
[crickets chirping]
This town was marked for death
the day Quantrell rode in.
[buzzing]
Ah!
What?
God.
Son-of-a-bitch shorted.
Are you OK?
[crickets chirping]
LUKE: Here's your
clothes, mister.
[crickets chirping]
[wind whistling]
Ah.
[clicking]
[beep]
[buzz]
COMPUTER: Security code
admittance level four.
Sir!
Where are you going?
[baby crying]
This is our home!
You gotta stand up for it.
Where are you gonna
go, out there?
There's nothing but
death out there.
[baby crying]
If the sun doesn't get
you, the roach-eaters will!
[baby crying]
We built this town from rubble.
We gotta fight for it!
A Preacher, please, if you stay,
so will a lot of other people.
I cannot lead my
flock astray, Sarah.
"Walk through the valley
of the shadow of death,
I shall fear no evil,"
remember saying that, Preacher?
Where's your faith now, huh?
Where's your faith
now, Preacher?
Sarah, give it up.
They're leaving.
Bunch of goddamned
cowards, all of 'em!
[wind whistling]
What the fuck do
you mean, one man?
How could one man do all that?
Christ was one man.
So was Hitler.
Oliver North was one man.
What is your point?
My point is that
times are changing.
You can no longer use the world
as your personal playground.
Oh, Jesus, Roy!
You and I watched
the world catch fire.
We saw the sun eclipsed from
the smoke of burning flesh.
We watched the earth die.
But out of the ashes of
defeat we rise to victory.
It is up to us to rebuild.
You're forgetting
that I've heard
you give that speech before.
It's not a goddamn speech!
It's the truth!
It is up to us.
One law, one order.
And no goddamn tire town
is going to prevent that.
Luke, I want you to stay right
here until I come and get you.
[baby crying]
Mom, I wanna go!
Do not leave this tunnel!
Do you understand me?
(SHOUTING) Do you understand me?
[baby crying]
[crying]
[wind whistling]
[harmonica playing]
[wind whistling]
[bell ringing]
[screaming]
[wind whistling]
My condolences, JW.
But if it's all the same to
you, I'm gonna sit this one out.
You may call it my
right of passage.
[gunshot]
GENERAL QUANTRELL:
Spare no one, no one!
[squealing tires]
[wind chimes]
They're here.
Spread out!
Find 'em!
[engines starting]
[squealing tires]
[explosion]
[explosion]
Show yourselves!
Let's finish this!
[guns clicking]
[gunfire]
[crazy laughter]
[gunfire]
He's up there!
Go get him!
[gunfire]
Mom?
Move!
[gunfire]
[footsteps on metal]
[wind whistling]
[grunt]
[explosion]
LUKE: Mister!
[gun clicking]
Stop foolng and
stay out of sight.
[running]
[gunfire]
Get him.
Ah!
[wind whistling]
[gunfire]
Oh, my god, Luke!
Luke!
No!
[bus engine starts]
[squealing tires]
[squealing tires]
[explosions]
[inaudible]
[grunting]
Go!
Go on!
Pull up next to him.
Be careful!
Oh.
[squealing tires]
[crash]
[squealing tires]
[explosion]
[grunting]
Oh, my-- oh.
Oh, my baby.
Come on, baby.
Oh, no.
[groaning]
Luke, oh, baby.
[crying]
Ah.
[gunshot]
[gasp]
Trapped.
(SINGING) Buffalo gals,
won't you come out tonight,
we'll dance in the
light of the moon.
Buffalo gals, won't you
come out tonight, come
out tonight, come out tonight.
Buffalo gals, won't
you come tonight.
[humming]
(SPEAKING) Here's
your bike, man.
[laughing] It's a great bike.
She just got me here
like lickety split.
[laughing] Yeah, real
red-hot American classic.
Don't make them like
they used to, do they?
Well, my helmet
damn near blew off.
My skirt was up my face.
[laughing] It's a great bike.
Yeah.
How much you get for this
kind of bike anyway, huh?
Boy, sure would like
to get me one of these.
Just about took it, too.
[laughing] Yeah.
Gee.
Yeah, what's this go, about 60?
[laughing] Mm.
Man, she's great.
Mister, who are you?
[wind whistling]
[flames burning]
Yeah.
[laughing]
[engine starts]
Hey, I'll see you
later, huh, Johnny?
Well, see ya later.
Go get 'em!
Yeah!
Yoo!
[laughing]
[laughing]
[sad mystical music]
[western movie music]
[saloon music]
[dramatic music]