Never Grow Old (2019) Movie Script

[indistinct singing]
[drums banging slowly]
[wind blows]
[thunder rumbling]
[Dutch] I saw an angel
standin' in the sun...
and he shouted aloud
to all the birds
flyin' overhead in the sky...
"Come here, gather at the feast
that God is giving!
There will be the flesh
of kings for you."
[mellow music playing]
[horse snorts]
[Emma] This one's for Thomas.
This one's...
for Mama.
[metal chain creaks]
I'll be off now.
- How's the baby?
- Sleeping.
[indistinct chatter]
[Thomas] Bye!
[Preacher] "God is our refuge
and strength.
Therefore do not fear,
there is a river whose streams
make glad the City of God,
the holy place
where the Most High dwell."
[Maria] Amen.
Thank you.
[Emma hums]
[Thomas] Goodnight, Papa.
Goodnight, sweetheart.
Goodnight, Papa.
- [bell rings]
- [indistinct chatter]
- Hey.
- Hey.
[Elsa] How's my wonderful niece
and nephew?
- How are you?
- Good. And you?
- Glad you're good.
- How are you, my darling?
All right. Are we goin' in?
It has come...
to my attention
that certain people
in this congregation...
are questioning whether
we made the right decision...
when we banished alcohol...
gambling, and whores...
from this town.
Business has suffered,
there's no denyin' that.
But who in this room...
would return to the way it was?
Which one of you...
would choose sin...
over the way of the Lord?
Stand up!
Stand up now
and show yourselves!
When those of us who founded
this town first came here,
the land was crawling
with savages.
But, with the help
of the U.S. Cavalry,
we cleared this land.
Oh, it was...
a sometimes horrific...
and frightenin' task
but we did not hesitate
for a moment because we knew
our town would be a holy town!
Here, in Garlow,
we are a shining example
to all America of what
a true Christian town can be.
It's a new country.
We have an opportunity
to make it a heaven or a hell!
[baby crying]
We can make it a paradise
here on Earth...
where all men are treated equal
where no man wants for food
or shelter
where we all work
for a common good
and our entire lives
are in praise of the Lord.
And here, in Garlow,
is where it all begins.
I can see it!
It is beautiful!
[baby crying]
Before we go...
I'd like to remind you
that the Garlow Women's
Christian Temperance League
led by my loving wife, Maria,
will have hot soup
and freshly baked bread
ready for everyone
who's attended this sermon.
And now, if you please stand
we'll sing the hymn,
- "The Shining Shore."
- [singing "The Shining Shore"]
My days
Are gliding swiftly by
Get back here right now!
And I a pilgrim stranger...
Stop it! Get back here!
Hey. Hey, you be careful!
Don't go knockin' anyone over.
[Ed] You know, Elsa and I,
we... we kinda think of them
as our own, so,
you know, anytime you and Audrey
want some time alone,
just give us a holler.
We'll be glad to look after them
for ya.
Hell, you can keep 'em.
[indistinct chatter]
[Audrey] So, um, I will need,
uh, some jerky.
Do you still have some?
speaking indistinctly]
Um, I mean, I need some...
This one here.
That one.
I like that gun the best.
[Patrick] Emma, don't touch it.
Never touch a gun.
[Thomas] Why don't you get
a gun, Pa?
I have a gun. My rifle.
But you should get a new one.
It would be good if Indians
come back and try and kill us.
I think we'll be all right.
Do you have some of that rice?
- Rice? Certainly. Over here.
- Yeah. Great.
You stop me.
- [mumbles]
- What?
[Dumb-Dumb mumbles]
Yes, I'll be with you
in a minute, sir.
Thank you.
[jars clinking]
So, let's see.
[jars clinking]
[dogs barking in distance]
[coins clatter]
Now, who in the hell was that?
[children yell]
[Audrey] Everybody on Papa!
- Come on!
- [Patrick] No!
- Oh, no.
- [Audrey] Yeah! Yes!
- Yeah, I got him!
- [groans]
Aye, you got me.
You children get washed up now.
[Thomas] I washed up earlier.
- [Audrey] That was this morning.
- [cough]
Oh, you're covered in mud.
Look at you.
But if I wash up any more,
there ain't gonna be nothing
left of me.
I heard that, mister!
- [Emma] Caught ya!
- [Thomas] Hey!
- I'm gonna get you.
- [Emma] You can't catch me.
- [man] Hyah!
- [horse neighs]
Don't you think it's time
we finally finish
what we started and headed
all the way out to California?
Why? I thought
you liked it here.
I do, but... [sighs]
...this isn't the same town
that we stopped in.
You know, business was good
back then, remember?
The saloon was busy.
The town was full...
all the time. But...
We're happy here, aren't we?
We don't want for anything.
Business will pick up.
But if it doesn't,
there's always a chance
we could go hungry.
That's not gonna happen.
There will always be enough job
to get by.
[crickets chirping]
I just can't help but feelin'
that we're bein' left behind,
you know?
[sighs] Like we're missin' out.
And we're so close, Audrey.
Just over those mountains.
In two months, we'd be there.
No. We can't just abandon
the place.
We put so much effort
into building it up.
[Audrey] It'll pick up.
You'll see.
[horse neighs]
[chain jingling]
Come on, boy!
- [horse whinnies]
- Come on!
[horse snorts]
Come, boy.
- Don't let me down.
- What's wrong with the horse?
I think he's sick.
- [horse groans]
- [Emma] Is he gonna die?
I don't know, sweetheart.
- I think so.
- I don't want him to die.
I know you don't.
None of us do.
Can I put flowers on his coffin?
Horses don't have coffins,
- Why not?
- They just don't.
- How would they fit in them?
- Papa can make one,
can't you, Papa?
- Hmm. Thomas is right.
- [horse snorts]
He's too big for a coffin.
Okay, come on.
Come on, children.
Let's go back inside.
- Can I kiss him goodbye, first?
- [horse groans, grunts]
Bye. Thanks for carrying me
on your back.
- Goodbye.
- [Audrey] Goodnight, Sheriff.
- [Parker] Goodnight, Mrs. Tate.
- Bye.
Do you want me to stay with you,
It's all right, son.
You go on inside.
[horse groans]
You can use this.
I can do it if you want me to.
No, it's all right.
I'll do it.
- [gunshot echoes]
- [thunder rumbling]
[rain pelting]
[wind howling]
[horse neighing]
[horse neighing]
[door rattling]
We're lookin' for a man
named Bill Crabtree.
Do you know him?
Far as I know,
he left a few months back
but his wife lives
over the other side of town.
Can you show us where?
Yeah, you ride
straight through there,
up through the town there,
to the left, there.
No, no, no, no!
You come with us and show us.
I can't.
My wife is waitin' for me.
Climb on up here
and take us there.
I said I can't.
[horse snorts]
How about if we come in there
and we ask your wife
to show us where he lives?
[horse neighs]
Climb up, son.
Don't make me ask you again.
[knocking on door]
[knocking on door]
[chicken clucking]
- [door creaks]
- [Patrick] Mrs. Crabtree,
I'm sorry, but these men...
- [Mrs. Crabtree screams]
- [chicken clucking]
[Dutch yelling]
[Emily] Mommy! Oh, Mommy! No!
- [Dutch roars]
- [Mrs. Crabtree] No!
Where's Bill?
He's not here.
Well, where did he go?
[sniffs] I don't know.
- [Dutch] You sure?
- Yeah.
He's not here. I swear.
You won't find him here.
He up and left us.
We haven't seen him
in over a year.
What do you want Bill for?
Bill's got a price on his head.
He killed a guard
and an old man, too.
Your daddy's a bank robber.
No. That can't be.
Bill's no killer.
He's been travelin' with a...
with a half-breed Injun
named Cherokee Thomson.
- No, it can't be.
- [Emily sobs]
Oh, no, no.
It be, Ms. Crabtree. It be.
Sometimes I think
the whole world
is strung together by lies.
But I'm not gonna lie to you,
I'm gonna kill your husband.
I'm gonna get up real close
and if I get a good shot...
I'm gonna blow his head
clean off.
But don't take it personal,
'cause he had it comin'.
Believe me when I tell ya.
[Dutch yells]
[door closes]
So, where can a man get a drink
in this shithole?
[man sings in foreign language]
- [Dumb-Dumb coughing]
- Saw the sign outside.
Crossed out "bar".
Why'd you close the bar?
Preacher Pike and
the Christian Temperance League
make me do it. They said
a... alcohol and whores was a sin
and unless I closed up,
they'd burn it d... down.
B... b... b... bur... burn it down?
There a law in this town?
The preacher runs the town.
The sheriff ain't worth shit.
Get another glass for my friend,
and um, leave the bottle.
Sit down.
Have a drink.
I haven't had a drink
in four years.
- My wife, we don't approve...
- Good thing she ain't here.
[mumbling indistinctly]
[gulps, sighs]
It's nice.
What's your name, son?
Patrick Tate.
My name's Dutch Albert.
This here is Dumb-Dumb.
Open your mouth.
He got his tongue cut off
by a Comanche.
I don't know why
he carries it around.
He never told me.
And this here is Sicily.
He loves to sing.
Doesn't speak much English.
We think he's Italian.
- [speaking in foreign language]
- And you...
- where you from?
- Ireland.
What do you do?
I'm a carpenter and undertaker.
You're an Irish undertaker?
- Bet you're Catholic, too, huh?
- Not anymore.
Oh, they made you convert.
Did they?
Oh, these decent
Christian folks...
they don't like the Irish much,
do they? Why is that?
'Cause they think too many
of you comin' over here
and you's all a buncha rats.
No better than the savages.
That's how they think, isn't it?
I bet they wouldn't even talk
to you unless you converted.
- That right?
- Things are all right now.
[Dutch] Yeah,
but you still Irish.
You can't change that.
And every time they look at you,
they'll be reminded of death.
They're gonna die.
You'll always be an outsider
You'll never be one of 'em,
no matter what you do. Never.
I understand that.
What that's like.
I understand you.
We'd like to get some food now.
All I got is sour belly
an... and coffee.
The sign outside said, "hotel".
Is this a fuckin' hotel?
I... I have some chickens
in the backyard.
I can try and catch one.
- Fuckin' chickens?
- Yeah.
E... eggs?
Yeah, go ahead. You go chase
those fuckin' chickens!
A... all right.
You got a nice, pretty wife,
What do you say we
go to your place
and she fixes us somethin'
to eat?
[Dumb-Dumb chuckles]
What is it?
Can't thank you enough
for this, ma'am.
it's not every day
I have to get up
in the middle of the night
and give food to strangers,
since you're here,
you're welcome.
Where you from?
- [gags]
- Um...
- I'm from France.
- French.
I like the French.
Good people, honest people.
You know, your husband said,
you were pretty.
That doesn't do you justice.
No, siree, huh?
You're downright beautiful.
Ain't she, fellas?
[mutters indistinctly]
Why don't you go on back to bed,
Audrey. I'll clean up here.
I think Dumb-Dumb
wants her to stay.
- [laughs wheezily]
- [Patrick] Go, on, Audrey.
Well, we haven't had
the pleasure of female company
in a long time. Have we, boys?
Now, if you'll excuse me,
I think I will go back to bed.
As I said, we're not accustomed
to having visitors
- at such a late hour.
- You got kids?
- Yeah.
- How many?
Are they sleepin' now?
Of course.
[Patrick] Why don't you go back
to bed, Audrey.
Well, we're sorry
for keepin' you up...
Get the fuck up!
We are sorry for keepin' you up
and we wanna thank you for-
for your... for your food
and your company
and for your
general hospitality.
[door creaks]
That's a hell of a wife
you got there, Pat.
We about done here, boys?
Thank you again, Pat.
You don't mind
if I call you Pat, do you?
- No.
- You got a nice thing
goin' here.
Nice house, nice family.
Nice wife. The whole bit.
- [coins clatter]
- Be seein' you around.
[horse neighing]
[door creaks]
- [water pouring]
- [sighs]
[Dutch] Wake up!
Here's how this is gonna go.
I'm gonna buy this place
from you for a thousand dollars.
You can stay on as a bartender.
- Does that seem fair?
- Y... yeah.
- You sure?
- I... I... I, yeah, I'm sure.
Good. We reopen in a week.
I want you to get a wagon...
go over to Edna,
and get as many whores
as you can, Jim.
Wh... wh... what kind of whores
you like?
What kind of whores do you want?
Just good ones.
Ones you wanna fuck.
Yeah? Good.
We're friends now.
Nice doin' business with you,
- Y... yeah.
- [dogs barking in distance]
- [music playing]
- [men whistling]
- [indistinct chatter]
- [man] Come here!
- [glass shattering]
- [woman chuckles]
- [woman laughing]
- [men arguing indistinctly]
[Audrey humming softly]
- [knocking on door]
- [Jim] Mr. Tate?
Mr. Tate!
There's been an accident
over a... a... at the saloon.
- A... a... a man's dead.
- What's happened?
[Jim] A... a... an accident,
A... a... a man's been killed.
The Temperance League said
this would happen.
This place should have
never been opened again.
The saloon is open now
a... a... and it's open for good.
So, y... you and the reverend
and all the little ladies
over there in the league
- better start accepting that...
- Don't patronize me, Mr. Emmett!
Hey, hey.
Go back inside Audrey, okay?
I better go.
The sheriff needs me.
No. I won't be spoken to
like that, Patrick.
Not by the likes of him,
and especially not
in my own home.
You're a lowlife, Mr. Emmett.
And a pretty dumb one at that.
Do you feel proud of yourself,
Mr. Emmett?
Making money off
the exploitation
of vulnerable women?
- Do you?
- Take no notice of him.
Hey. I'll see you later.
Can I come too, Pa?
Not tonight, son.
[upbeat fiddle music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
Who did it?
- He fell down...
- That's bullshit!
The man's got his head
kicked in.
Who did it?
He fell, Sheriff.
I... I... I swear it.
He... he... he was drunk.
He... he fell.
[women laughing]
[chatter and music stops]
Anyone in here wanna tell me
what happened to this man?
What, none of you
sons-of-bitches knows a thing?
No one knows anything?
All of a sudden,
we're all deaf and dumb?
[gun cocks]
[Parker] Try this one more time.
Who did it?
- [Jim] Told you, Sheriff...
- Yeah, yeah,
- he fell down the stairs.
- Yeah.
[Parker] Bullshit.
[man] I wanna go home.
[indistinct chatter]
Who is he?
Don't know.
- Nobody knows him.
- [horse snorts]
Better just put an "X"
on his grave.
Thanks, Patrick.
None of us here knew this man
but we all know he died
a violent death...
at the hands of evil men.
And they need to be punished,
Hang 'em, drive them outta town,
whip 'em,
do whatever you have to do
but you gotta do somethin'
before they drag this town
into hell!
[Parker] You know
I can't do that, Reverend.
I can only act within the law.
What about the law of God?
"Thou shalt not kill."
This is not the time or place
for this.
Not the time or place?
We're standing over the grave
of a murdered man.
I'm gonna go.
I've got some work to do.
You wanna come by
the office later?
I'll explain to you
just how the law works.
What work?
Hiding in your office?
I know the law too, Sheriff!
"Thou shalt not kill!
Thou shalt not kill", Sheriff!
[crickets chirping]
[tapping on window]
[Dutch] Saint Patrick.
In need of your services
for a private funeral.
Would that be of interest
to you?
- Private funeral?
- Mm-hmm.
- When?
- Now.
Is that a problem?
Who died?
I'll need two coffins.
[coins clatter]
[horse neighs]
[indistinct chatter]
- [Dutch screams]
- [gunshots]
[Dutch] Irish.
Wake up, now.
You still with us?
I been to see your family, Bill.
I'm gonna take good care of 'em.
If you touch 'em, I'll kill ya.
You got your guts hangin' out
all over the place.
You got maybe two minutes left.
- Don't embarrass yourself, Bill.
- Oh, Jesus.
- We should try and help him.
- Jesus Christ.
Why is the undertaker here?
He's here to bury you, Bill.
- [Bill] No.
- Don't thank me.
I know you'd do
the same for me.
These men used to be friends
of mine.
- [Bill] No.
- Just in case you think
this is cold-blooded murder,
it ain't.
- They stole from me.
- [Bill] Oh.
I warned 'em not to
but they did it, anyway.
- Please.
- And they deserve a...
- a good Christian burial.
- No. Wait, wait, wait!
[gunshot fires]
Now, let's get 'em buried.
[fire crackling]
I envy you.
Doin' what you do for a livin'.
Workin' with your hands.
You know, when you're done,
you really feel like
you did an honest day's work.
Show me your hands.
[sighs] See?
- Look at those hands.
- Oh.
Honest hands.
Worker's hands.
Do you think a decent...
guy like you with honest hands
could be friends
with a guy like me?
- I really don't know.
- I think we could.
Will you, Patrick...
what's your second name?
- Tate.
- Will you, Patrick Tate...
take me...
Christopher Dutch Albert...
to be your friend?
[clears throat]
Look, boys, we got a new friend.
Life's a riddle.
We kill two old friends
and straight away,
we make another one.
[Dutch] Nice doin' business
with ya, Pat.
[coins rattle]
[coyotes howling]
- [bells chiming]
- [indistinct chatter]
[women laughing]
[Dutch] I'll call.
I got two kings.
[coins rattle]
Thank you.
[Preacher] "And when
they had mocked him...
they took his robe...
off him...
and led him away
to be crucified."
[man outside] Good boy.
Don't fuckin' push me. I never...
- Oh, fuck you, Phillip!
- [indistinct chatter]
- [baby cries]
- Let us sing a hymn.
Let us sing...
loud and clear so that...
the good Lord will hear us...
above the sinners.
- Call.
- [indistinct chatter]
Thanks, gentlemen.
I'm gonna call it a night.
If you guys could cash me out
for your chips,
I'd appreciate that.
[indistinct chatter]
[chips rattle]
What's wrong, boy?
- I don't have enough.
- You don't have my money?
Not all of it.
We play on an honor system here
and nobody leaves the table
unless they pay.
I can go home and get it.
But you wouldn't come back.
- [Pete] I will. I swear.
- No, you won't.
I will! I swear,
you get a Bible in here...
What the fuck would I be doing
with a Bible, son?
Now, I want my money.
I'll come back with your money.
I promise.
No you won't.
I wouldn't blame ya.
I wouldn't either.
Well, I'm different, sir.
Different? You're different how?
- You're different than me?
- Yeah.
- You just call me a thief?
- No. No, sir, I ain't.
I want my money, son.
You made a big mistake
pullin' that gun...
'cause now you have to use it.
I could just walk on
outta here, sir.
I'll get you the money
when I can.
Well, it's not about
the money now.
[sighs] My momma,
she's gonna be waitin' for me
when I get home.
Please don't kill me, sir.
Let the Lord hear us!
[baby crying]
- Patrick, don't go.
- I'll be right back.
Don't let sin...
Don't let the devil
into this church!
[Jim] The boy pulled a gun
on Mr. Albert.
What age you reckon this boy is?
Old enough to own a gun.
He's 18.
Feel good killin' a kid, did it?
Felt neither good nor bad.
It was self-defense.
Is that the way it happened?
Anyone see things
any differently?
Or was it as Dutch Albert says?
Take care of the kid, will ya?
I'll pay ya later.
Got another grave to dig.
[Preacher] "And he will enter
the kingdom of heaven
and sit at the right hand
of Christ."
Rest assured,
these men will be punished
when God will damn them to hell
forever, eternity.
[coins rattle]
[indistinct chatter]
Mama, can I have some candy?
No, you can't have any.
Soap to wash clothes?
Yes. Please.
Do... do you still have some,
you know,
the same like last time?
- We'll need that.
- There you go.
I think a handful
will be enough.
- One handful. Okay.
- Yes.
[thudding footsteps]
I don't understand you.
Get your hand off me!
- [mumbles]
- [Emma] Mama!
[Schuster] You are frightening
the child, Mister.
- [Emma] Mama?
- It's all right, Emma.
[coin clatters]
[coins clatter]
[Audrey] That man was
in the store again today.
- What man?
- That man, Dumb-Dumb.
He tried to touch my face.
[children playing]
He wouldn't have hurt ya.
How can you say that?
He's a murderer.
Do you know what frightened me
the most?
I just froze.
I couldn't even move.
All I wanted to do
was get Emma out of there.
But I didn't know how.
If he had done something,
I'm not sure
I could have done anything.
Nothin' would've happened,
All right?
Mama, can I have an apple?
Yes, sweetheart.
Take one for Thomas, too.
Yes, Mama.
Don't worry about anything.
I'll take care of ya.
- [indistinct chatter]
- [door opens]
[Dumb-Dumb laughs]
- Stupid man.
- [laughs]
[Mrs. Crabtree] Mr. Albert?
Yes, ma'am?
Could I talk to you?
In... in private?
Of course.
Senora. [speaks Italian]
[clears throat]
I, uh...
- Speak up.
- I wanna come and work for you.
Doin' what, exactly?
- Oh. We're not hiring right now.
- Please.
Please, I beg you.
I beg you. Me and my daughter,
we are starving.
That's not my fault.
That's your fault for marryin'
Bill Crabtree.
Who was a treacherous, lying,
thieving son-of-a-bitch.
[dogs barking in distance]
Second, how the fuck
could I trust you?
You'd steal from me first chance
you got, just like Bill.
- Yes, you would.
- No, I wouldn't.
I'm not Bill.
I will never steal from you,
I swear.
You swear to God?
- Yeah.
- Why don't you go to the church?
Pass around the coffers?
- It doesn't want to help me.
- Oh.
Turned you down, did they?
Please. I don't care about me
but my daughter
shouldn't have to starve.
All right, why don't you throw
your daughter into the deal here
and we can try to work
somethin' out.
My daughter?
- Yeah.
- No.
She's just a child.
Please. I... I will work
very hard.
I swear to God.
But not my daughter.
- You a religious woman?
- Yes. I love the Lord.
Good. You just keep your faith
in the Lord
and go home, go to sleep,
starve to death.
When you wake up,
you'll be in paradise.
I can't turn a profit
on just you.
Those are your choices.
Let me know what you wanna do.
Thank you for stoppin' by.
[eagles screeching]
Pa, when will you teach me
how to shoot that rifle again?
Oh, I'll take you out
soon enough.
[Anthony] Howdy!
[Dorothy] Howdy.
[Anthony] How you folks doing?
[Patrick] Good.
My name's Anthony Peale,
and this here is my wife,
Patrick Tate.
- You headed to California?
- Sure are.
Gonna make our fortune there.
- Best of luck to ya.
- Thank you.
Thank you, kindly.
Hey, uh,
is there a saloon around here?
Uh, yeah, we got, um,
Dutch Albert's in town.
Thank goodness for that.
You know, I thought I wouldn't
have me another whiskey
until we got all the way over
them mountains.
You're only having
the one, mind.
That's fine by me.
One's all I need.
Well, I'll be seein' you.
- Best of luck to you.
- Walk on there, boys.
- [Emma] Bye!
- [Thomas] Bye!
- [child] I want Mommy.
- [woman crying]
[indistinct chatter]
[child] I want Mommy!
- I want Mommy.
- [woman crying]
[indistinct chatter]
[child] I want Mommy.
[man laughs]
[child] I want Mommy.
[door opens]
I bought us some presents.
- [Thomas] Presents!
- [Emma] Presents!
Yeah. Some of that
expensive candy from the store.
Don't open it 'til after dinner.
- What's all this?
- [Patrick sighs]
And this is for you.
- It's beautiful, Mama.
- [Patrick chuckles]
Schuster ordered it in
from New York City.
I told him not to tell ya.
I wanted it to be a surprise.
What's wrong?
What would people think
if I wore this around town?
What would they think of us?
What do you mean?
We can afford it.
- Who cares what people think?
- Well, I care.
I'm sorry, Patrick, it...
It just doesn't seem right.
Mama, can we open our candy now?
I'll take it for now and...
you can have it after supper.
Thanks very much.
Oh, hey uh, Patrick...
wanna grab a drink with me?
- Yeah, I'll lead around back.
- Yeah.
Excuse me. Another one, please.
- [man 1] Come on down, girls!
- [man whistles]
[man 2] Here they come!
[man 1] I'm gonna get me
one of them fat ones!
[man 2] I got mine picked out!
- [music playing]
- [indistinct chatter]
[prospector] I want her.
- You'll be okay.
- Mama.
[man 1] All right.
Come here, come here now.
Give me that damn kiss.
- Let's go.
- Mommy.
[Fred] And that, you know,
and I've had women,
you know, complain about that.
- I'm just sayin' sometimes...
- [Dutch] Evenin', boys.
How are you, Pat?
Haven't seen ya in a while.
You good?
We are friends, aren't we?
[Dutch] I thought
we were friends.
No, we're not.
Can I offer you a drink,
Mr. Albert?
How's business? Good?
- It's all right.
- Oh, that's good.
How's that pretty little wife
of yours?
You know...
Dumb-Dumb's taken
quite a shine to her.
I think he's in love.
You keep that tongue-less
son-of-a-bitch away from her.
He goes his own way, Pat.
If he comes near her again,
I'll fuckin' kill him.
Sure you will.
You couldn't kill anybody.
When I look in your eyes,
all I see is fear.
You want a whore?
On the house.
- [moans]
- [groans]
This is my friend Patrick.
He's a notorious killer.
You need to fuck more.
Hi, killer.
How are you?
- Fine, Thank you.
- [Rosie] I like you. Come on.
- Come on.
- Go with her, Patrick.
- I'm fine!
- [gunshots]
- Fuck!
- [glass shatters]
Emily, I need you to look at me.
So, you admit that you took
his gun and you killed him?
There's a new marshal
up at Fort Leavenworth.
I'm gonna send for him.
And if he comes,
there's gonna be a trial.
And more than likely,
you're gonna be found guilty.
- You'll be hanged.
- More business for you, Pat.
[Parker] I'm sorry,
Mrs. Crabtree, that's the law.
- [dogs barking]
- [Audrey] Please, Reverend.
- [door creaks]
- I'll talk to him.
Are they really gonna hang
that little girl?
The reverend said you're going
to build the gallows.
- Is that true?
- Well,
if she's found guilty,
then, yeah.
I'm the town carpenter.
It's my job.
Please don't do it.
It might not happen.
- Maybe, she'll go free.
- But if she doesn't.
Don't do it.
I have to.
The sheriff asked me to.
I already said yes.
You'll be responsible
for her death.
If the law says
she has to be hanged
then someone has to build
the gallows.
Is it true,
that you were drinking
with Dutch Albert
when it happened? With women?
- It wasn't like that.
- The whole town is saying
that you and him are friends.
Don't you care what people say?
No. All I care about
is you and the children.
No, no you don't!
You don't care about us!
Stop it, Audrey! That's enough!
You never used to speak to me
like that.
You've changed.
It took us so long
to be accepted into this town.
What was all that for?
Why did we bother
joining the church
if you were just gonna
throw it all away?
I joined
because you asked me to join.
I joined because they gave me
no choice!
You think those people
care about us, Audrey?
It's every man
for himself out here!
Don't you understand that
by now?
Did they lift a finger to help
Mrs. Crabtree and her children?
No! They were left to rot
and starve.
If you wanna blame someone
for Emily Crabtree bein' hanged
then blame them, the good,
Christian people of this town.
We're on our own out here,
Face it. Everyone is.
And what about Ed and Elsa?
They care about us.
They're there for us!
They always have been!
You're just using that
as an excuse.
Please, let's leave here.
Let's leave here
before it's too late.
Before it changes you for good.
We're not leavin'.
The time just isn't right.
There's still opportunities
for us here.
You're not even listening to me.
[wind howling]
[drum banging]
[Parker] That's it.
[Emily crying]
- [Parker] I need some water!
- [crows cawing]
[Mrs. Crabtree] Let her sleep.
- Come on, you gotta get up.
- [sobs]
- [grunts]
- [Emily panting]
- [Mrs. Crabtree] Emily!
- Mommy! Help me.
[Mrs. Crabtree] Emily!
- [Emily] No! No!
- [Mrs. Crabtree] No!
Let her go! Please!
- Emily!
- [Emily] Mommy!
Leave her go!
[congregation singing]
He brings
My wandering spirit back
When I forsake his ways
[Preacher] This is a sin!
You're killing
an innocent child!
Whilst there are real murderers
in our midst!
It's them you should be hanging!
[Emily] Mommy!
[Mrs. Crabtree]
Let her go! Please!
We are with you, child!
- Trust in the Lord!
- [Emily] Mommy!
[Preacher] Trust in God!
[Emily crying]
- [creaks]
- [Mrs. Crabtree] No!
[preacher whispering]
Can I see her?
Take the rope from her neck.
I beg you.
My darling.
I'm so sorry.
Hello, you two.
- [Thomas] Where were you?
- [Emma] Where were you?
I was in town.
You've been nice
to your auntie?
Go and say goodbye.
- Yes, Mama.
- [Thomas] Yes, Mama.
[chickens clucking]
[Emma] I did it myself.
Look what I can do, Mama.
[Audrey] That's nice, honey.
[Emma] Thank you, Mama.
Have you been crying, Mama?
Yeah, I was. But I'm fine now.
[Emma] Why? Why were you crying?
[Thomas] Come on, Emma.
Don't go prying.
[Audrey] Come on. Up.
And then you can help me
pick out vegetables for dinner.
[Thomas] I'll get started.
[Emma] Thomas, come on.
[children laughing]
Mama, is this one a flower?
[Audrey] Yes.
Can I pick this one, Mama?
Mama, look at this one.
Mama, can I eat this one?
[Audrey] No, this one
is not a flower, Emma.
- [Emma] Was it Papa?
- [Audrey laughs]
No, it wasn't Papa.
Obviously, it was Grandma.
[Emma] Thomas, look what I see.
Let's try and catch it. Come on.
- [Thomas] I'm coming.
- [Emma] Faster! Come on, Thomas!
[Audrey laughing]
[indistinct chatter]
[Audrey] Some carrots, too?
[Emma] There's one more.
There's more...
You don't have to do anything.
[Emma] Look at this.
[Patrick groans] Okay.
[Emma] Thomas!
- [Thomas] Pa?
- It's fine!
Go back inside, son.
Go back inside!
This innocent girl's life.
says that...
Jesus says that...
[Maria] Take your hands off him!
We don't need your help!
have chosen your friends.
You've had
your 30 pieces of silver.
[Maria] Go away. Leave us be.
What are you doin'?
I'm leaving tomorrow
with the children.
With or without you.
- [Patrick] Audrey.
- I don't care what you say.
I came to this country
on my own.
I've been alone most of my life.
- I don't need you.
- Audrey.
I'm gonna sell
my mother's broach,
buy supplies,
and head back east.
I'm taking the rifle, too.
You can buy another one
if you're staying.
[Patrick] Audrey...
I wanna leave, too.
All right?
I'll put an ad up in town
sayin' we're sellin' up.
We'll leave as soon as we can.
I swear.
And if we don't sell quick,
we'll just abandon
the place, okay?
I just...
I need to get some sleep.
I need...
to lie down for a while.
All right?
I think I felt
the baby kick today.
When that poor girl was hung.
When she fell
through the trapdoor...
the baby gave a long,
mighty kick.
It still hurts.
Still sore.
I'm sorry, Audrey.
I love you.
I love you so much.
I love you...
and Emma and Thomas...
more than anything else
in the whole world.
You know that, right?
[Emily] Mommy!
- [Preacher] Trust in the Lord!
- [Emily crying]
- [Emily] Mommy!
- [screams]
[indistinct chatter]
Samuel, where are you going?
Go back to sleep, dear.
[indistinct chatter]
[indistinct chatter]
[breathes rapidly]
[indistinct prayer]
[Maria] Samuel! Oh, God. Samuel!
- [cries]
- Samuel!
Samuel, what have you done?
- Samuel, what have you...
- They were sinners.
They were sinners.
[Maria] No! No.
[Parker] Reverend, come on.
Come on, let's get out.
Move out of the way, ma'am.
- [Maria] No! No!
- [grunts]
[Maria screams]
[Maria whimpers]
You just killed an unarmed man.
In cold blood.
You're gonna hang for this.
[Audrey] What is it?
[muffled screams]
[gunshot firing]
[breathes heavily]
[Dutch] Saint, Patrick.
Go ahead, pick it up.
What're ya gonna do, Irish?
You the law now?
You don't got the stomach
for it.
I look in your eyes,
all I see is fear.
I told ya, Irish.
Well, I'll give you a free shot.
If he shoots me,
you let him go, yeah?
Come on!
Come on, Irish!
Go ahead and do it!
Good boy.
[coins jingling]
That what you want?
Bury 'im up good.
We ain't friends no more.
We're enemies now.
You understand that?
[Patrick] The reverend
and Sheriff Parker are dead.
We're leavin' straight
after the funerals tomorrow.
Let's just take what we can
and get outta here.
- All right?
- All right.
[Patrick sniffles]
I have to go.
[Audrey] Just put it here.
[Emma] Our friends
are passing over
And just before
The shining shore
We may almost discover
Oh, where do you want it now?
On your hand.
[Patrick] Down.
[Audrey] Yes. Good boy.
[horse neighing]
[horse neighing]
Go inside!
Go inside now!
Go to your room
and lock the door.
But why do we have to go
to our room, Mama?
[Audrey speaking French]
I'm staying.
You have to look after
your sister, all right?
You go to your room,
you go out the window,
you go get some help.
Get your father. Get the others.
You understand what I say?
You go! Go!
[Audrey panting]
I'm gonna hold him off
as long as I can.
[Audrey panting]
[speaks French] Now!
- [Audrey] No! No!
- [Emma] What about Mama?
[Thomas] Faster!
Now, get out of my home!
Mama! He's hurting Mama!
Sicily's hurting Mama!
Come on!
[Ed] She's still alive,
but don't bring them in there.
- Go!
- Stay with Ed!
[Emma] Where's Papa going?
Oh, God. Oh, God.
My love.
- Are my babies all right?
- Yeah.
Take her to your place, Ed.
Elsa will know what to do.
If I don't make it back...
promise me you'll take care
of my family for me.
Of course.
I'll be needin' some guns.
I want a gun that'll kill
the most people in one shot.
[wind howling]
[Dutch] "I saw an angel
standing in the sun...
and he shouted aloud
to all the birds
flyin' overhead in the sky.
Come here, gather at the feast
that God is giving.
There will be the flesh
of kings for you.
Of great generals and heroes.
The flesh of horses
and their riders...
and of all citizens
great and small."
Been waitin' for ya, Pat.
Are you with him, Jim?
If not, you got two seconds
to get outta here
you gutless fuckin' bastard.
He made his decision
a long time ago.
Maybe I was wrong
about you, Irish.
I don't see fear
in your eyes anymore.
Just hate.
[screams] God!
[breathes heavily]
I was wrong about you, Irish.
You're American by blood.
Get on with it.
[gunshot fires]
[gun thuds]
[Thomas] Did you kill him?
Did you kill him, Pa?
What are you still doin' here?
Are you hurt bad?
Are you dyin'?
I think I am.
[Thomas] Aunt Elsa says
Mama's gonna be all right.
[Patrick] That's good, son.
I'll go get Uncle Ed.
He can help you.
I don't think so, son. [sniffs]
But just in case...
just in case I don't make it...
I'll get him. You're gonna
be fine, Pa. You'll see.
And me and you
and Emma and Mama,
we're all gonna go
to California.
- We can see the ocean.
- That sounds great.
But just in case...
I want you to know how proud
I am of you, son.
I'm so proud of you.
And your sister, too.
I love you...
your mother and your sister
more than life itself.
And I'm sorry
for all the mistakes I made.
You can tell your mother
and sister that for me.
- Can't ya?
- Yes, Pa.
But you're not gonna die.
You can tell them yourself.
You're gonna be a hundred times
the man I ever was.
You're gonna be a great man,
And you're gonna do
great things.
Great things.
Now go on
and get your uncle. [sniffs]
[congregation singing]
And I a pilgrim stranger
Would not detain them
As they fly
Those hours
Of toil and danger
Set sail for a heavenly place
They let me out today
Don't wanna die this way
Tie me up
And cover my face
Send for the priest to pray
I'm gonna fly away
From Vandzant
If God loves me
I want to taste His kiss
All I wanted was your touch
This rope burns my neck
To breathe's a bitch
I'm gonna fly away
Four years in the dark
In chains
I learned to live again
Wake me up when they call
My name Vandzant
Gravedigger said
My bed been laid
And he sent for the maid
To check
I don't pray I don't want
To go back to Vandzant
If God loves me
I want to taste His kiss
All I wanted was your touch
This crucifix clenched
Cuts through my fist
I'm gonna fly away
As a child
The sun was warm
We had a house and home
I don't wanna die alone
May everything I broke
Be mend
May it be heaven sent
I pray the walls crumble
And fall in Vandzant
If God loves me
I wanna taste His kiss
All I wanted was your touch
This rope burns my neck
To breathe's a bitch
I wanna fly away
His last breath
And a small bird sung
A song he'd heard
When he was young
I'm gonna fly away
From Vandzant