Red Rock West (1993) Movie Script
1
(moody music)
(wind howling)
(moody music cont.)
(Michael grunts softly)
(moody music cont.)
(Michael groans)
(moody music cont.)
(wind howling)
(moody music cont.)
(car door thuds shut)
(Michael grunting)
(moody music cont.)
(moody music cont.)
- Mighty glad to meet you, Mr. Johnson.
(car engine humming)
(workers chattering indistinctly)
- [Mr. Johnson] By Thursday.
- Mr. Johnson?
- [Mr. Johnson] Back here.
- This is the guy I was telling you about.
My friend from Texas.
- Oh, yeah.
Howard, get him an application.
- Sure.
Sit anywhere you like.
- I thought you said
I already had the job.
- Don't worry. It's just a formality.
You want some coffee?
- Sure.
- Black, right?
- Right.
- Jim, I don't need to tell you
how dangerous it is out there.
The guy's got a fucked up leg.
If you were me, would you hire him?
- [Jim] Give the guy a
break. He drove 1,200 miles.
- [Mr. Johnson] He's too big a risk.
I could lose my insurance.
- Michael, wait!
Mike, why did you tell him about your leg?
- He'd have found out sooner or later.
- So what? By then,
you'd have had the job.
- That wouldn't be right.
- Shit, Mike.
(door slams shut)
Hey, man, I'm really sorry about this.
- Don't worry about it,
Jim. It's not your fault.
- So now what are you going to do?
- I don't know. Maybe I'll rob a bank.
- Hey, you need some money?
- That's okay.
- Look, let me spot you a couple of bucks.
- Don't worry about me.
I said I'd be all right.
- Okay.
You stay in touch.
- Yeah, you too.
(moody music)
(engine revving)
(Michael grunts)
(fist thuds)
(Michael groans)
(moody music cont.)
(car horn honking)
Anybody here?
Is anybody here?
Hello?
I said, "Is anybody here?"
- Can I help you?
- I need some gas.
- Fill her up?
- Nah, just give me five dollars' worth.
- Ah, Texas, huh?
What the devil brings
everybody here to Wyoming?
- I'm looking for work.
- Just what kind of work you looking for?
- I was hoping to get on a drilling crew.
- (chuckles) Roughneck, huh?
Why don't you try Red Rock?
About 50 miles down the road.
There's a bar there called The Red Rock.
Most all of the local
crew, they hang out there.
Hell, maybe somebody there
can head you in the right direction.
Mighty fine old car you got here.
You know, they just don't
make them that way anymore,
do they?
That'll be five dollars.
- Five it is.
- Thank you.
(moody music)
(car whooshing)
(moody music cont.)
(door creaks)
- You open?
- Yeah.
- Got any coffee?
- Yeah.
(door creaks)
- Thanks.
- I thought you were supposed
to be here last Friday.
I was beginning to think I'd
have to find somebody else.
You are here for the job, aren't you?
- You must be Wayne?
- Yes.
And you're Lyle, from Dallas, right?
- Right.
- Good.
I just...
Why don't you take your coffee
and let's go back in the office?
There's the five like we agreed.
I'll have the other five
ready for you when it's, uh...
when it's done.
(clock ticking)
Today is Tuesday,
so she'll be out riding most of the day.
I think the best way to do this
is to make it look like a simple burglary.
Just go out to the house, break in,
and mess the place up a little, you know?
Not too much.
Just enough.
And...
And then when she... when
she comes in, you...
(clock ticking)
Well, you know what to do.
Thanks.
I figure the cops will spend
a couple of months looking for clues
and once they come up empty-handed,
they'll get frustrated and eventually,
they'll try to put the
blame on some drifter,
you know, some guy just
passing through town.
It happens all the time, you know?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Who, uh, is she?
- She's... she's my wife.
(moody music)
(moody music cont.)
(moody guitar music)
(moody guitar music cont.)
(drink sloshing)
- Your name's Suzanne?
You're married to a
guy named Wayne, right?
I don't know how to tell you this,
but your husband, Wayne?
He plans to have you murdered.
- This is a joke, right?
- I'm afraid not.
He paid me to do it.
- Well, what are you gonna do?
- I don't know.
I hate to see an innocent woman get hurt,
but it's an awful lot of money.
- Can I fix you a drink?
(drink sloshes)
- You seem to be taking this a lot better
than I thought you would.
- Have you ever been married?
- What?
- What's your name?
- Lyle.
- Have you ever been married, Lyle?
Well, it does strange things to people.
Suppose I double his offer
and you do something for me.
- What do you have in mind?
- Take care of Wayne.
(door thuds shut)
(engine cranking)
(engine whirring)
(moody guitar music)
(moody guitar music cont.)
(beer cans clanking)
- Is that all?
- That'll do it.
- How much cash you have?
- $29.
- $119.78.
- Got anything smaller?
- Not today.
(pen scribbling)
(moody music)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
Hello?
(phone clicking)
(phone beeping)
(thunder rumbling)
(moody music cont.)
(thunder rumbling)
(lively country music)
It's another Saturday
night down in San Antonio
And I looked for you from
the River Walk to the Alamo
I checked out all our hangouts
But your whereabouts are unknown
And it ain't no fun to be
alone down in San Antone
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
I thought you were my San Antone rose
And I was your hillbilly romeo
The way that you held me,
I thought you'd never go
Then you left me all
alone down in San Antonio
(tires screeching)
(body thudding)
(rain pattering)
You said we could meet
at the Cafe Carmelita
While I waited on you, I
had me a few margaritas
Now, it's closing time
(tense music)
(rain pattering)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
- All right, hang in there, buddy,
'cause I'm gonna get you
out of here, all right?
(tense, dramatic music)
Get a doctor!
- What happened?
- Somebody get a fucking doctor!
- Wait here, sir.
Dr. Smoot, ER stat!
- What happened?
- I hit him with my car.
- Bobby! When?
- About 20 minutes ago.
- I've got a pulse. Get him into ER!
- Right away.
- Wait here. I'm gonna need
to ask you some questions.
- This way, sir.
Are you finished yet?
- No. Have you heard anything?
- Sorry. You'll have
to wait for the doctor.
(keys jingling)
- Hey! Hey, wait!
- I was just gonna move my car.
How's he doing?
- Well, it's a good thing you
brought him in when you did.
He's lost a lot of blood.
- Hi, Doc. This the guy
that brought him in?
- Yeah. Matt, can I talk to you a minute?
(phone ringing)
- Going somewhere?
- [Nurse] Red Rock County Hospital.
- Yeah, my car's out there and I was...
It's in a red zone and
I was gonna move it.
- Matt.
- Yeah?
- That was the Sheriff.
He says he's on his way over.
- You didn't call him, did you?
- What do you think?
- You got some ID on you?
- Yeah.
Is there a problem, Officer?
- Yeah.
Looks like we have an attempted
homicide on our hands.
- Homicide?
What are you talking
about? It was an accident.
- Well, then how do you explain these?
(tense music)
- He's been shot twice in the stomach.
(tense music cont.)
(sheriff and deputy
talking in hushed tones)
- What about Kurt? How's he doing?
- He's pretty bad off,
but the doctor says he's gonna make it.
- Well, if there's any
change in his condition,
you let me know.
Michael Williams.
Well, Michael, you're gonna be spending
some time with us until we
can get to the bottom of this.
- Wayne, can I talk to you for a minute?
You really gonna hold this guy?
- Why? You got somebody else, Matt?
- No, but it doesn't make much sense
he'd shoot him, then bring
him to the hospital, does it?
- Yeah, well. Odessa, Texas, huh?
That's not too far.
I guess we can always
just get him on the phone
if we need to ask him any questions.
You and Russ impound the car.
I'll take him down to the station.
- Yes, sir.
(tense music)
Get in.
All right, kid. Start talking.
'Cause you got about
two minutes to tell me
what the fuck is going on.
I just thought you needed a
stupid bartender or something.
- Don't fuck with me!
- I'm not.
- Okay, who else knows about this?
- Nobody.
- I said, don't fuck with me!
- I'm not.
(tense music)
- What about the guy in the
hospital? What happened?
- I don't know anything about that.
You don't have to worry about me.
I'm not gonna say anything to anyone.
- What about the money?
- It's in my car, in
the glove compartment.
- Good.
- So what do you think?
Why don't you just drop me off?
And we'll both forget
about the whole damn thing.
(tense music)
(vehicle tires screeching)
(barrier crashing)
(soft, tense music)
(Sheriff Wayne groans)
(tense music)
(Sheriff Wayne groans)
(gun bangs)
(Sheriff Wayne groaning)
(tense music)
(rifle bangs)
(rifle cocks)
(rifle bangs)
(revolver bangs)
(tense music)
(frogs croaking)
(dry bushes crackling)
(Michael groans)
(Michael grunting)
(tense music)
(frogs croaking)
(Michael groans)
(rifle bangs)
(body thudding)
(tires screeching)
(upbeat radio music)
- What the fuck are you doing?
- My car broke down.
- Where? I don't see a car.
- It's just over that ridge.
- Over that ridge, huh?
- Yeah.
- Well, you're one lucky
son of a bitch, aren't you?
Huh?
If I hadn't had my brakes just done,
I'd be picking your
brains out of my radiator.
Fuck.
- Listen, I hate to ask you this,
but do you think you could give me a ride?
- No, I don't know.
You aren't dangerous, are you?
- No.
I just...
I just need a ride.
You can drop me off at
the nearest gas station.
- Okay, cowboy, you got yourself a ride.
Come on, get in.
(frogs croaking)
(engine revving)
- Son of a bitch.
- You banged it up pretty
good, how did you do that?
- I was in the Marine Corps.
- No shit?
First Force Recon.
Last unit to leave Vietnam.
April, '71.
- I got the same one right here.
- Where were you stationed?
I was with the 24th MAU in Lebanon.
- The truck bomb thing? You were there?
- Yeah.
- Holy shit.
You weren't in that
building they hit, were you?
Oh, damn.
You are one lucky son of a bitch.
- I know.
And I know I'm lucky.
241 guys weren't.
Thanks for the ride.
- Any time, soldier.
Any time.
(upbeat radio music)
(lively bar music)
- You're not going in here, are you?
- Yeah, I got to take
care of a little business.
- And I wanna buy you a drink.
- Oh, thanks, but I should get going.
- Hey, I nearly greased
your can back there.
Now, least I can do is buy you a beer.
- Thanks, but I should get my car.
- I'll tell you what.
Let me buy you a beer
and then I'll help you get your car.
- That's okay. You've been awful kind.
You've done enough already.
- Now, I said I'd help you get your car.
- Really, it's okay.
- You don't wanna drink with me?
I'm not good enough to buy you a beer?
- No, no, no, it's not that. I just...
- Then what the fuck's your problem, huh?
Us Marines, we got to stick together.
Come on!
- Okay, soldier, you're right.
I can get my car later.
- That's it. Now, that's more like it.
All right.
Come on!
(door slams shut)
(mellow country music playing)
- What will you have?
- I'd like a shot of Jim
Beam and a bottle of Bud.
- How about you?
- Same.
- You know, that never
should have happened,
what happened to you and our
boys over there in Lebanon.
- Yeah, well, you get in there,
you just gotta give it
your best shot, right?
- Right.
- Semper Fi.
- That'll be $6.50.
- Have you got a guy here named Wayne?
- You mean the owner?
- Yeah, that's him. Wayne Brown.
- Sorry, he's out.
Damn. Probably out looking for me.
I was supposed to be here last week.
- I can call him if it's important.
- Would you? I'd appreciate that.
You tell him Lyle from
Dallas finally showed up.
He'll know who you mean.
- Sure thing.
(tense music)
- [Lyle] You know, I
never did catch your name.
- Michael.
- [Lyle] Well, it's nice
meeting you, Michael.
- Likewise.
Listen, I gotta use the head
and I'll be right back.
- Yeah, well, don't piss on
the seat even if they did.
It's not lucky.
(tense music)
(garbage can rattles)
(light bulb shatters)
(soft, tense music)
- Did you just pick somebody
up just outside of town?
- Yeah, I did.
- Where is he?
- Now, Wayne, why would you be inquiring?
(tense music)
Look, why don't you
check out back that way.
I'll go over here.
He can't have gotten too far.
(tense music)
(tense music cont.)
- You're not sending me to
Sheridan to see some bitch
with a pissed-off husband.
I'm not going.
I can't get up to Sheridan 'til next week.
- [Trucker 1 ] Twenty bucks.
- [Trucker 2] I'll tell you something.
First sign of bullshit...
(tense music)
And in the middle of the night...
(metal clanks)
Give me the goddamn suitcase.
You weren't lying to me.
(door thuds shut)
(tense music)
(truck engine cranks)
(tense music)
(truck reverse beeping)
(tense music cont.)
(roof rattling)
(upbeat radio music)
(window knocks)
- God!
(tires screeching)
- Does that tickle?
'Cause it won't if I pull the trigger.
What the hell are you doing on my truck?
- Sorry, boss, I didn't mean to scare you.
- Hey, do I look scared to you?
What the hell are you doing on my truck?
- Well, I was just trying
to ditch my old lady.
- You were what?
Yeah, she caught me in the bar
and I wasn't supposed to be there,
and she started sprouting horns and shit.
- Bullshit.
Bullshit.
Look at that uncontrolled
response to bullshit.
I hate when that happens.
- Yeah, I don't like it either,
but I just had to get
the hell out of there.
- So you come out and
climbed up on my truck?
- Yeah.
- That's kind of stupid, isn't it?
- Yeah, it is, but
you've never met my wife.
- She's spooky.
- Yeah? Yeah?
You're lying to me. Get off my truck.
Come on, get off the truck.
- Oh, man.
- I'm headed north if you want a ride.
- Thanks.
- Next time you need a ride,
you gotta try asking first.
(truck engine revving)
- There's a ranch just up the road.
You can drop me off there.
- What's the deal, man?
Am I taking you back to your old lady,
or away from your old lady?
- Well, neither, actually.
I just got a little
business to take care of.
- Business?
Is she pretty?
- Yeah, she is pretty.
- [Trucker] Good luck, Spider-Man.
- Thanks for the ride.
(truck engine humming)
(moody music)
(knocking)
(drink sloshing)
(glass shattering)
It's okay.
It's all right.
I'm not who you think I am. I lied.
I'm just a guy who needed a job real bad.
And your husband offered
me one and I took it.
Before I knew what it was.
- You're not a killer?
- That's right.
No.
But the guy who I'm supposed
to be just drove into town.
So you gotta get out of here.
- So suddenly, my life's
in danger again, right?
- That's right.
- You expect me to believe you?
- What is this? Money? You want my money?
I don't have any more money!
Why don't you get the
fuck out of my house?
- You're not listening to me.
- Your friend, the ranch
hand? He's been shot!
- You mean Kurt?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
He was lying in the road and
I took him to the hospital.
- Now, pack your bags and get going.
- Is he alive?
- Yeah.
- They know who shot him?
- No, he was unconscious.
But I wouldn't be surprised
to find out your gun-crazy husband
had something to do with it, would you?
(vehicle engine whirring)
(soft, tense music)
Get dressed.
(door creaking)
Okay, he's in the living room.
Now, go to the balcony.
Come on.
(balcony doors creaking)
(soft, tense music cont.)
(toilet flushing)
(door creaking)
(tense music)
(metal clanking)
(tense music cont.)
(bathtub bubbling)
(dramatic, tense music)
(metal object thuds)
(Lyle groans)
(punch thuds)
(Lyle groans)
- Is that him?
- Yeah.
- What should I do?
- If I were you, I'd get a divorce.
(tense music)
- Where you going?
- I don't wanna be here when
Lyle from Dallas wakes up.
Do you?
(tense music)
- There's a Jeep behind the barn.
Let me grab a coat, I'll be right out.
(horse neighs)
(engine cranking)
(engine whirring)
- Fucking story of my life.
What kind of mileage do
you get in this thing?
- Why?
- We're almost out of gas.
(soft, tense music)
(Jeep whirring)
Which way is the nearest town?
- Medicine Bow is about 40 miles that way.
- Is there a sheriff there?
- Yes.
You're not thinking about
going to the police, are you?
- Yeah, I wanna get this
goddamn mess cleaned up
before anyone else gets hurt.
- What are you gonna tell them?
- The truth.
- You sure about that?
- Yeah, I'm sure about that.
- Okay.
How are you gonna explain
impersonating a hired killer
and taking $10,000 from
my husband, the Sheriff?
- Okay, what do you suggest?
- I suggest we get as far
away from here as possible.
- And that's it? You're just gonna leave.
- Yeah.
What the hell do I have
that's worth coming back for?
- Hey, Russ, get me the
registration, will you?
- Hey, Wayne.
The son of a bitch got away.
- What?
- Yeah, he kicked me. Went berserk.
- Want us to call in an APB?
- An APB? No, no.
Please, let's just keep
this amongst ourselves, huh?
- Bad enough. Did you guys find anything?
- No, we just started looking.
- Yeah.
Well, look, find him tonight.
I'll be in the bar, okay?
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Okay. Sure.
Thanks.
- Hey, Matt?
- What do you got, Russ?
- You don't suppose this has
anything to do with anything?
(truck engine humming)
- You wouldn't happen to
have that money I gave you,
would you?
- No, it was in my car.
Wayne's deputies must have it by now.
- Well, how were you
planning to pay for the gas?
- I got about 80 bucks left.
- Okay.
Can I see your wallet?
Michael?
I like that better than Lyle.
- Where you going?
- Thirsty. I'll be in the bar.
(truck engine whirring)
(lively country music)
- Maybe we should get going.
- Maybe you should relax and have a drink.
- I thought you wanted to get out of here.
- What's one drink?
- Okay.
- What'll you have?
- Give me a beer.
- You know, Michael,
I realize you didn't
have to come back for me.
You could have just left.
But you didn't.
Did you?
- Thank you.
- That'll be $1.25.
- You must think I'm pretty awful, huh?
- Why is that?
- Well, I did ask you
to take care of Wayne.
- Right.
Well, under the circumstances,
I can't says I blame you.
- You're a nice guy, aren't you, Michael?
- I try to be.
- God, I love tequila.
Maybe that's what we should do.
Go to Mexico.
- Ever been there?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, what's it like?
- Hot.
- Sounds perfect.
- Let me ask you something.
- Sure.
- Why did Wayne try to...
- Get rid of me?
- Yeah.
- I'll have another shot. You want one?
- Tequila?
- Whiskey.
- [Bartender] You got it.
- Thanks.
(lighter flickers)
It's all about money.
My parents died several
years ago in an accident
and I received a fairly
large insurance settlement.
Wayne's just gotten used to spending it.
He probably figures if he divorced me,
he'd end up with nothing.
If I'm six feet under the
ground with a bullet in my head,
he gets to keep everything.
- That's kind of hard to imagine.
- Yeah, well, that's my husband.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Lyle] Wayne?
She got away.
Cowboy got the jump on me.
- Do you know where they went?
- [Lyle] Hell no. How could I?
I've been staring at my damn eyelids
for the last hour and a half.
- You can't let them get away.
- [Lyle] Hey, I didn't
come all the way up here
to play hide-and-seek.
- You have got to find her.
- [Lyle] Okay, I'll tell you what.
I'll take a look around,
but it's gonna cost you.
And I want another five up front.
- Fine!
Just find her.
- [Lyle] Okay. When do I get the money?
- Tomorrow morning.
Just come to my office,
it's right behind the bar.
- [Lyle] Okay, what time?
- 9:30.
- [Lyle] 9:30? I'll be there.
(dial tone humming)
(tense music)
- So what do you say?
You wanna go to Mexico with me or what?
- In our present condition,
I don't think we'd get very far.
- What do you think we should do?
- Get a cup of coffee.
- I got a better idea.
- Okay, what's that?
- Comfort Inn.
(ice rattling)
(moody music)
You wanna fix me a drink?
- Whiskey okay?
- Sounds nice.
Don't you like me?
(moody music cont.)
- Yeah, I like you.
- Then what's the matter?
- I just try to make a point
of staying away from married women.
- Why?
Marriage is just a state of mind.
- Not in Texas.
- We're not in Texas.
(panting and groaning)
(moody music cont.)
Tell me about Mexico.
Please.
- Mexico?
When I was a kid, my
dad took me to Veracruz
and he bought me a purple sombrero
and a little guitar.
It was nice.
- I'll bet you were a cute little boy.
- I don't know.
We could go there together.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Get a little house by the ocean.
Drink margaritas all day.
Watch the sunset.
- And take siestas together.
- Morning, noon, and night.
(truck engine whirring)
- You're up early.
- I've been thinking.
- About what?
- About Mexico.
We're gonna need a lot more
than 80 bucks to get there.
- We're going to Mexico?
- Yeah.
Wayne always keeps some cash
in his safe at the office.
- Wait a minute.
You wanna go back to Red Rock?
- You've a better idea?
- You're just gonna walk into your
husband's bar and take his money?
- It's my money.
- Okay, your money.
You really think you
can get away with that?
- I can't let him have it all.
- How much money are you
talking about, anyway?
- Enough.
Are you coming?
- Suzanne.
Okay, I'll...
I'll go.
(moody music)
(door creaking)
(door creaking)
You sure you have the right combination?
- Yes.
- Is it possible he could have changed it?
- Well, it's possible.
Would you like to try?
Right to 24.
Left to 87.
Right to 56.
Left to 12.
Right to 99.
- That's it?
- Yeah, let's go.
- I don't believe it.
I don't believe it.
(tense, moody music)
- Oh, yeah.
(tense music)
(chair squeaking)
(tense music cont.)
(knocking)
- Come on in. Door's open.
- Morning, Wayne.
- Morning, fellas.
What are you boys doing?
- I got a call from the
hospital this morning.
One of the nurses was going
through Kurt's clothing, she found this.
- How's he doing?
- He's in critical condition,
but the doctor says he's gonna make it.
- Talk to him?
- No, he's under heavy sedation.
I called the FBI. They're on their way.
$1.9 million.
Gotta hand it to you, Wayne,
or should I call you "Kevin"?
That's a hell of a lot of
cash to walk away with.
Russ, you got that letter?
- Uh-huh.
- Came in the mail this morning.
"Sheriff of Red Rock, Wayne Brown,
may have a killer to murder his wife.
She is likely to do the same.
This is not a joke."
This is a joke. What's going on?
- I don't know. Why don't you tell me?
Did you pay that guy from
Texas to murder Suzanne?
- This is ridiculous.
- What about Kurt?
Was he trying to blackmail you?
- What?
- Is that why you shot him?
- Did you guys come
over here to arrest me?
- Kind of looks that way, Wayne.
- Well, then, go ahead. Arrest me.
I have nothing more to say
until I talk to my lawyer.
- Okay, Wayne. Let's go.
- Let's go.
(moody music)
- "Wanted for the theft of $1.9 million
from the Benton and Barnes Steel Mill.
Kevin and Ann McCord.
May be armed and dangerous."
Well, looks like the only thing
you didn't lie about is your marriage.
- It's not what you think.
I can explain. It was Wayne.
I had nothing to do with it.
One day, he comes home and
says, "Pack your bags."
The next thing I know, I'm on
the FBI's most-wanted list.
What am I supposed to do, Michael?
He's my husband.
I was in love with him.
There's supposed to be a half
million dollars in that safe!
He must have moved it.
We can find it, Michael.
We can be together.
We can go to Mexico.
- Fuck Mexico!
- Michael, please. Don't leave me.
We can be together.
- Mike.
(punches thudding)
(tense music)
Well, Miss Suzanne.
Well, you're as pretty as advertised.
You look pretty near good
enough to eat. (laughs)
That looks like my gun.
(clock ticking)
(tense music)
Hey.
Afternoon, Mike.
Did you have a nice nap?
Did you know that these two
were a couple of fucking crooks?
Yeah.
Now, Suzie here says that
Wayne was a bookkeeper
in a steel mill in Illinois
and he figured out how to walk out
of that plant with $2 million.
And she says that there's a half million
laying around somewhere,
but that Wayner is the only
one that knows where it is.
Now, is that true?
- That's what she told me.
- Well, if that's the
case, why don't we all
just go pay Wayner a little visit
and see if Suzie's story checks out, okay?
- But he's in jail.
- Not for long, sweetie
pie. Come on, get up.
(engine whirring)
(birds squawking)
Okay, kids, don't you go
anywhere. I'll be right back.
- Michael, I'm really sorry.
You were right,
we shouldn't have come back here.
- What do you say we put
a cap on the horseshit
and figure a way out of this.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Can you get your hands free?
- No.
The cord's so tight,
my hands are going numb.
Just keep moving 'em.
(tense music)
(Lyle chuckles)
- Do you still have my car keys?
- I think so. Why?
- There's a pocket-knife on the key chain.
- Well, voila.
(tense music)
(match striking)
(flame hissing)
(phone ringing)
- Sheriff's office.
Where?
Okay, yeah, we'll be right there.
Hey, Matt? That was Bob Pfennigs.
He said the old Duncan place is on fire.
- Call the volunteers.
I'll get Russ on the radio.
- Hey, Matt, do you want me to go?
- Oh, no, you stay put.
- I'll call you if I need you.
(siren blaring)
(engine cranking)
(engine whirring)
- Jeff? Hey, it's Ted.
Listen, the old Duncan place is on fire.
We need all the volunteers
to go over there.
(door thuds shut)
Okay, well, hurry. All right, bye.
Hey, it's Ted.
Hey, listen, the old
Duncan place is on fire.
Yeah, we need all the volunteers
to go over there. Okay.
Grady? Hey, it's Ted.
Listen, the old Duncan place is on fire.
Yup. Yeah, we need some help.
Yeah?
I'll be right with you.
- Yeah.
(foreboding music)
- Well, everyone else
is already on the way.
Yeah, I'm sure. Okay.
All right.
Okay. Bye.
Can I help you?
- Jesus! No!
(gun bangs)
(body thuds)
(tense music)
- What happened?
- Nobody knows.
- Anybody inside?
- No.
Wind's not too bad.
We should have this out in no time.
- Does anybody know how it started?
- Not that I know about.
- Mm.
It's turkey. One of my favorites.
I understand that you're in possession
of over half a million
dollars, is that right?
(Lyle snaps fingers)
Okay, here's the deal.
Now, you can stay here
and go back to Illinois,
or I can get you out of here, right now,
in exchange for half of that money.
Now, what's it going to be, Wayner?
- All right.
- Half the money, right?
- Right.
- Okay.
- Just get me out of here.
- Ted, come in, Ted.
Ted, pick up if you read me.
You stay by your radio,
I'm going back to the office.
- All right, you put these on.
- What for?
- It's part of the deal.
Come on, Wayner, we don't got all day.
Come on, take it or leave it.
- Michael.
(door slams shut)
- What is this?
Thank you, John Wayne.
Put her back in the car.
Take Wayne, I'll get Lyle.
- [Lyle] You drive.
(engine revving)
(tense music)
Smart cop.
(train horn blaring)
Just keep it on the road.
(engine roaring)
(Lyle chuckles)
(tires screeching)
(train horn blaring)
Yeah!
(indistinct yelling)
(Lyle screaming and laughing)
(train horn blaring)
Yeah, yeah!
(car banging)
Whoa-ho-ho-ho!
All right! All right!
(tires screeching)
(truck horn blaring)
- We heard something. What was it?
- Oh, man, it was some
dude with Texas plates
that was flying.
- Oh, man, what an asshole.
- Nice driving, Mike, huh? Way to go.
Feels good, don't it? Mm?
That old V-8 just purrs like a cat.
(chuckles) Yeah, mm-hmm.
So how does it feel? Huh?
Happy couple back together again.
You two got enough leg room, do you?
So.
Where's the money, Wayne?
- Just stay on this road,
I'll tell you when to turn.
- Okay, boss.
Hey, Wayne, I just
wanna ask you one thing.
- How did you ever get to be sheriff?
- I was elected.
- No shit, you were elected?
Well, how did you rig that?
- It wasn't hard,
he bought every voter
in the county a drink.
- No shit. Damn.
Maybe I oughta do that, you know?
Run for sheriff.
Buy a bar.
What do you think, Mike?
- You want a drink?
- No, thanks.
- Scotch ain't good enough?
Oh, I knew a guy like you once.
Thought he was better than everybody else.
That's it, ain't it, Mike? Hmm?
You think you're better
than me, don't you?
- Why don't you just blow me?
- Oh...
Oh, you think you're real hot
shit, don't you, Mike? Huh!?
Hey. (chuckles)
Hey, Cowboy, who's got the gun?
Cowboy?
Huh?!
(gun bangs)
(tires screeching)
You keep your foot on the gas.
(Lyle chuckles)
Choose life.
We having a good time yet?
- You see all these buttons up here?
Just forget about 'em.
All you gotta do is
push that down to talk,
let go to listen. You got it?
- Yeah.
Good, good. Don't worry, Len's on his way.
And remember, don't touch anything here
until I get back.
- Okay.
- And Jane? Thanks.
- Yeah.
- Russ.
- What happened?
- I don't know, I just
missed 'em. Come on.
- I called HP, they're sending back-up
from Rawlins and Laramie.
You take 487 East, I'm going to go west.
- Matt, what are we looking for?
- A black Buick with Texas plates.
(police siren blaring)
(police car whooshing)
- All right, now turn off your lights.
- What?
- Just turn off your lights
and make the next right up there.
- What are we doing, Wayne?
- See this house here?
It belongs to the caretaker.
(gravel crunching)
I don't want him to know we're here.
- What is this?
- This is the last place
anybody would think to look.
(Lyle chuckles)
- Oh, no.
Not bad, Wayner. Not bad.
(engine whirring)
- You got a shovel?
- In the trunk.
- [Wayne] When do I get these cuffs off?
- When I get the money.
Okay.
Come on, Mike. Time for a little exercise.
- Where you gonna dig?
- What do you mean?
- [Wayne] It's a big graveyard.
- What are you saying, Wayne?
- Take these cuffs off
and I'll point you in the right direction.
I've been workin' on the railroad
All the live long day
- Come on, can't you dig any faster? Huh?
You're probably thinking to yourself,
"How did I end up out here
with this bunch of losers?"
Right?
Well, I'll tell you how.
Because you're a thief, Mike.
You wouldn't be here
if you weren't, right?
(Lyle chuckles)
Hey, Wayne.
What do you wanna do with these two, huh?
- We're gonna let 'em go.
- [Lyle] Are you sure about that?
- There's no point killing
them now, is there?
- Oh, I don't know. I
don't like loose ends.
(tense music)
(shovel scraping)
(box clanks)
Well, I hope you remember
the combinations.
- Oh, yeah, I do.
But I'm not going to open that box
until you get rid of the gun.
- You don't trust me?
- [Wayne] Yeah, I trust you.
But like you said, we're partners, right?
But you have a gun, I don't.
That's my deal, take it or leave it.
- What's to keep me from just shooting
the locks off this box?
Or better yet,
I shoot you
and throw the box in the trunk.
- Yeah, you could do that.
What about the caretaker, though?
He might hear the shot.
He might call the deputies.
Might get a little messy,
even for you, Lyle.
- You know, Wayne, I think
you got me all wrong.
I'm not greedy.
Fair is fair, right, partner?
- Right.
- All right.
There you go.
Open the box.
(tense music)
- Wayne, you're making a mistake.
Do you really think he's gonna
let you keep half that money?
- Mike, that hurt.
- Don't worry about me, Mike.
I think he's gonna let me keep it all.
- Now, Wayne, does this
mean that we ain't partners?
- Just get away from the car.
- Come on.
- Come on, move it.
Move it!
- All right, all right, all right.
Go on, get over there.
Get back. Move back.
- Now, come on, you aren't gonna
leave me out here, are you?
Huh?
Come on, after all I've done for you.
I got you out of jail and everything.
I tell you, human nature.
All right, who's got the keys?
- Hey, I've got 'em right here, partner.
- Give 'em to me. Come on, give 'em to me.
- Okay, I'll tell you. I'll drive.
Now, you just tell me where we're going.
- Look, stop moving!
Just slow down, you son of a bitch,
just stay right there!
(door thuds shut)
Now, give me the fucking keys!
- Okay, here. I was
just kidding. I mean...
- Stop moving!
Now, give me the keys, come on.
- Okay, now.
Easy does it.
(Lyle clicks tongue)
(tense music)
(knife thuds)
(gun bangs)
(Wayne coughing)
- It sounded like a gun.
(tense music)
(both grunting)
(Wayne groans)
(punches thudding)
(Wayne groaning)
- Let me help you, okay?
- Stay away.
- It's okay.
- No.
- Why don't you give me the gun?
(punches thudding)
(Lyle groaning)
- It's okay.
(gun bangs)
(Wayne groans)
(Michael groans)
(kick thuds)
(Wayne groans)
(chain rattling)
- Better call the Sheriff.
- Where the fuck are the keys, Wayne?
Where the fuck are the keys, Wayne!
Huh?
What the fuck did you do with the keys?
(tense music)
(keys jiggling)
(Michael groaning)
- All right, I'll let him know. Thanks.
Hello, Matt?
- Come in, Matt.
- Go ahead, Jane.
- Mrs. Hornaday just called.
Out at the cemetery.
She said there's some people
out there shooting guns.
What should I do?
- Call 'em back, tell 'em to stay put.
We'll be right there.
(Michael groaning)
(knife pierces)
(Lyle groans)
(tense music)
- Hey, come back here.
I'm not finished with you.
Hey.
- You know what? I am better than you.
(Lyle groans)
(soft, tense music)
(gun bangs)
(gun banging)
(gun clicking)
(tense music)
(distant police car siren wailing)
(police car sirens wailing)
- Suzanne.
The train.
(police car sirens wailing)
Suzanne!
(police car sirens wailing)
(tense music)
(Wayne groaning)
(police car sirens blaring)
(train horn blaring)
(police car sirens blaring)
(train rumbling)
Hurry!
(dramatic music)
(train rumbling)
Drop the bag!
- No!
- Then give it to me.
(train rumbling)
(Michael groans)
(tense music)
(train whooshing)
I guess this means
you'll be going to
Mexico by yourself, huh?
- There's the door. I suggest you use it.
- Is that what you said to the ranch hand?
You shot him, didn't you?
- Yeah.
Obviously, I didn't do a very good job.
Next time, I'll be a little more thorough.
- Why?
- Why? He found out about me.
He wanted my money.
- That's what it's all about, isn't it?
(Suzanne breathes heavily)
- Stay away from the bag.
Michael...
I kind of like you.
Don't make me shoot you.
(train rumbling)
(tense music)
(Michael laughs)
(gun clicks)
(Suzanne breathes heavily)
- That's right. No bullets.
(gun clanks)
- Michael.
Michael, please.
We can work something out.
There's enough money for both of us.
Huh?
I'm really sorry.
I'll give you half. I'll give you half.
(train rumbling)
(bills flapping)
You stupid son of a bitch!
You want it?
Go get it.
(Suzanne groans)
(train rumbling)
You son of a bitch!
(police car siren wailing)
(train rumbling)
Shit.
(train rumbling)
(moody music)
(moody guitar music)
(train rumbling cont.)
- Adios, Red Rock.
(train whooshing)
(train screeching)
(train rumbling)
(upbeat music)
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
Time don't matter to me
'Cause I'm a thousand
miles from nowhere
And there's no place I want to be
I got heartaches in my pocket
I got echoes in my head
And all that I keep hearing
Are the cruel, cruel
things that you said
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
Time don't matter to me
'Cause I'm a thousand
miles from nowhere
And there's no place I want to be
Oh, I
Oh, I
(upbeat music cont.)
Oh, I
Yeah, oh, I
I've got bruises on my memory
I've got tear stains on my hands
In the mirror, there's a vision
Of what used to be a man
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
Time don't matter to me
'Cause I'm a thousand
miles from nowhere
And there's no place I want to be
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
Time don't matter to me
'Cause I'm a thousand
miles from nowhere
And there's no place I want to be
(upbeat music cont.)
Oh, I
(upbeat music cont.)
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
(upbeat music continues)
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
(upbeat music continues)
I'm a thousand, I'm a thousand
(upbeat music fades)
(moody music)
(wind howling)
(moody music cont.)
(Michael grunts softly)
(moody music cont.)
(Michael groans)
(moody music cont.)
(wind howling)
(moody music cont.)
(car door thuds shut)
(Michael grunting)
(moody music cont.)
(moody music cont.)
- Mighty glad to meet you, Mr. Johnson.
(car engine humming)
(workers chattering indistinctly)
- [Mr. Johnson] By Thursday.
- Mr. Johnson?
- [Mr. Johnson] Back here.
- This is the guy I was telling you about.
My friend from Texas.
- Oh, yeah.
Howard, get him an application.
- Sure.
Sit anywhere you like.
- I thought you said
I already had the job.
- Don't worry. It's just a formality.
You want some coffee?
- Sure.
- Black, right?
- Right.
- Jim, I don't need to tell you
how dangerous it is out there.
The guy's got a fucked up leg.
If you were me, would you hire him?
- [Jim] Give the guy a
break. He drove 1,200 miles.
- [Mr. Johnson] He's too big a risk.
I could lose my insurance.
- Michael, wait!
Mike, why did you tell him about your leg?
- He'd have found out sooner or later.
- So what? By then,
you'd have had the job.
- That wouldn't be right.
- Shit, Mike.
(door slams shut)
Hey, man, I'm really sorry about this.
- Don't worry about it,
Jim. It's not your fault.
- So now what are you going to do?
- I don't know. Maybe I'll rob a bank.
- Hey, you need some money?
- That's okay.
- Look, let me spot you a couple of bucks.
- Don't worry about me.
I said I'd be all right.
- Okay.
You stay in touch.
- Yeah, you too.
(moody music)
(engine revving)
(Michael grunts)
(fist thuds)
(Michael groans)
(moody music cont.)
(car horn honking)
Anybody here?
Is anybody here?
Hello?
I said, "Is anybody here?"
- Can I help you?
- I need some gas.
- Fill her up?
- Nah, just give me five dollars' worth.
- Ah, Texas, huh?
What the devil brings
everybody here to Wyoming?
- I'm looking for work.
- Just what kind of work you looking for?
- I was hoping to get on a drilling crew.
- (chuckles) Roughneck, huh?
Why don't you try Red Rock?
About 50 miles down the road.
There's a bar there called The Red Rock.
Most all of the local
crew, they hang out there.
Hell, maybe somebody there
can head you in the right direction.
Mighty fine old car you got here.
You know, they just don't
make them that way anymore,
do they?
That'll be five dollars.
- Five it is.
- Thank you.
(moody music)
(car whooshing)
(moody music cont.)
(door creaks)
- You open?
- Yeah.
- Got any coffee?
- Yeah.
(door creaks)
- Thanks.
- I thought you were supposed
to be here last Friday.
I was beginning to think I'd
have to find somebody else.
You are here for the job, aren't you?
- You must be Wayne?
- Yes.
And you're Lyle, from Dallas, right?
- Right.
- Good.
I just...
Why don't you take your coffee
and let's go back in the office?
There's the five like we agreed.
I'll have the other five
ready for you when it's, uh...
when it's done.
(clock ticking)
Today is Tuesday,
so she'll be out riding most of the day.
I think the best way to do this
is to make it look like a simple burglary.
Just go out to the house, break in,
and mess the place up a little, you know?
Not too much.
Just enough.
And...
And then when she... when
she comes in, you...
(clock ticking)
Well, you know what to do.
Thanks.
I figure the cops will spend
a couple of months looking for clues
and once they come up empty-handed,
they'll get frustrated and eventually,
they'll try to put the
blame on some drifter,
you know, some guy just
passing through town.
It happens all the time, you know?
- Yeah.
- Yeah.
- Who, uh, is she?
- She's... she's my wife.
(moody music)
(moody music cont.)
(moody guitar music)
(moody guitar music cont.)
(drink sloshing)
- Your name's Suzanne?
You're married to a
guy named Wayne, right?
I don't know how to tell you this,
but your husband, Wayne?
He plans to have you murdered.
- This is a joke, right?
- I'm afraid not.
He paid me to do it.
- Well, what are you gonna do?
- I don't know.
I hate to see an innocent woman get hurt,
but it's an awful lot of money.
- Can I fix you a drink?
(drink sloshes)
- You seem to be taking this a lot better
than I thought you would.
- Have you ever been married?
- What?
- What's your name?
- Lyle.
- Have you ever been married, Lyle?
Well, it does strange things to people.
Suppose I double his offer
and you do something for me.
- What do you have in mind?
- Take care of Wayne.
(door thuds shut)
(engine cranking)
(engine whirring)
(moody guitar music)
(moody guitar music cont.)
(beer cans clanking)
- Is that all?
- That'll do it.
- How much cash you have?
- $29.
- $119.78.
- Got anything smaller?
- Not today.
(pen scribbling)
(moody music)
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
Hello?
(phone clicking)
(phone beeping)
(thunder rumbling)
(moody music cont.)
(thunder rumbling)
(lively country music)
It's another Saturday
night down in San Antonio
And I looked for you from
the River Walk to the Alamo
I checked out all our hangouts
But your whereabouts are unknown
And it ain't no fun to be
alone down in San Antone
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
I thought you were my San Antone rose
And I was your hillbilly romeo
The way that you held me,
I thought you'd never go
Then you left me all
alone down in San Antonio
(tires screeching)
(body thudding)
(rain pattering)
You said we could meet
at the Cafe Carmelita
While I waited on you, I
had me a few margaritas
Now, it's closing time
(tense music)
(rain pattering)
(thunder rumbling)
(rain pattering)
- All right, hang in there, buddy,
'cause I'm gonna get you
out of here, all right?
(tense, dramatic music)
Get a doctor!
- What happened?
- Somebody get a fucking doctor!
- Wait here, sir.
Dr. Smoot, ER stat!
- What happened?
- I hit him with my car.
- Bobby! When?
- About 20 minutes ago.
- I've got a pulse. Get him into ER!
- Right away.
- Wait here. I'm gonna need
to ask you some questions.
- This way, sir.
Are you finished yet?
- No. Have you heard anything?
- Sorry. You'll have
to wait for the doctor.
(keys jingling)
- Hey! Hey, wait!
- I was just gonna move my car.
How's he doing?
- Well, it's a good thing you
brought him in when you did.
He's lost a lot of blood.
- Hi, Doc. This the guy
that brought him in?
- Yeah. Matt, can I talk to you a minute?
(phone ringing)
- Going somewhere?
- [Nurse] Red Rock County Hospital.
- Yeah, my car's out there and I was...
It's in a red zone and
I was gonna move it.
- Matt.
- Yeah?
- That was the Sheriff.
He says he's on his way over.
- You didn't call him, did you?
- What do you think?
- You got some ID on you?
- Yeah.
Is there a problem, Officer?
- Yeah.
Looks like we have an attempted
homicide on our hands.
- Homicide?
What are you talking
about? It was an accident.
- Well, then how do you explain these?
(tense music)
- He's been shot twice in the stomach.
(tense music cont.)
(sheriff and deputy
talking in hushed tones)
- What about Kurt? How's he doing?
- He's pretty bad off,
but the doctor says he's gonna make it.
- Well, if there's any
change in his condition,
you let me know.
Michael Williams.
Well, Michael, you're gonna be spending
some time with us until we
can get to the bottom of this.
- Wayne, can I talk to you for a minute?
You really gonna hold this guy?
- Why? You got somebody else, Matt?
- No, but it doesn't make much sense
he'd shoot him, then bring
him to the hospital, does it?
- Yeah, well. Odessa, Texas, huh?
That's not too far.
I guess we can always
just get him on the phone
if we need to ask him any questions.
You and Russ impound the car.
I'll take him down to the station.
- Yes, sir.
(tense music)
Get in.
All right, kid. Start talking.
'Cause you got about
two minutes to tell me
what the fuck is going on.
I just thought you needed a
stupid bartender or something.
- Don't fuck with me!
- I'm not.
- Okay, who else knows about this?
- Nobody.
- I said, don't fuck with me!
- I'm not.
(tense music)
- What about the guy in the
hospital? What happened?
- I don't know anything about that.
You don't have to worry about me.
I'm not gonna say anything to anyone.
- What about the money?
- It's in my car, in
the glove compartment.
- Good.
- So what do you think?
Why don't you just drop me off?
And we'll both forget
about the whole damn thing.
(tense music)
(vehicle tires screeching)
(barrier crashing)
(soft, tense music)
(Sheriff Wayne groans)
(tense music)
(Sheriff Wayne groans)
(gun bangs)
(Sheriff Wayne groaning)
(tense music)
(rifle bangs)
(rifle cocks)
(rifle bangs)
(revolver bangs)
(tense music)
(frogs croaking)
(dry bushes crackling)
(Michael groans)
(Michael grunting)
(tense music)
(frogs croaking)
(Michael groans)
(rifle bangs)
(body thudding)
(tires screeching)
(upbeat radio music)
- What the fuck are you doing?
- My car broke down.
- Where? I don't see a car.
- It's just over that ridge.
- Over that ridge, huh?
- Yeah.
- Well, you're one lucky
son of a bitch, aren't you?
Huh?
If I hadn't had my brakes just done,
I'd be picking your
brains out of my radiator.
Fuck.
- Listen, I hate to ask you this,
but do you think you could give me a ride?
- No, I don't know.
You aren't dangerous, are you?
- No.
I just...
I just need a ride.
You can drop me off at
the nearest gas station.
- Okay, cowboy, you got yourself a ride.
Come on, get in.
(frogs croaking)
(engine revving)
- Son of a bitch.
- You banged it up pretty
good, how did you do that?
- I was in the Marine Corps.
- No shit?
First Force Recon.
Last unit to leave Vietnam.
April, '71.
- I got the same one right here.
- Where were you stationed?
I was with the 24th MAU in Lebanon.
- The truck bomb thing? You were there?
- Yeah.
- Holy shit.
You weren't in that
building they hit, were you?
Oh, damn.
You are one lucky son of a bitch.
- I know.
And I know I'm lucky.
241 guys weren't.
Thanks for the ride.
- Any time, soldier.
Any time.
(upbeat radio music)
(lively bar music)
- You're not going in here, are you?
- Yeah, I got to take
care of a little business.
- And I wanna buy you a drink.
- Oh, thanks, but I should get going.
- Hey, I nearly greased
your can back there.
Now, least I can do is buy you a beer.
- Thanks, but I should get my car.
- I'll tell you what.
Let me buy you a beer
and then I'll help you get your car.
- That's okay. You've been awful kind.
You've done enough already.
- Now, I said I'd help you get your car.
- Really, it's okay.
- You don't wanna drink with me?
I'm not good enough to buy you a beer?
- No, no, no, it's not that. I just...
- Then what the fuck's your problem, huh?
Us Marines, we got to stick together.
Come on!
- Okay, soldier, you're right.
I can get my car later.
- That's it. Now, that's more like it.
All right.
Come on!
(door slams shut)
(mellow country music playing)
- What will you have?
- I'd like a shot of Jim
Beam and a bottle of Bud.
- How about you?
- Same.
- You know, that never
should have happened,
what happened to you and our
boys over there in Lebanon.
- Yeah, well, you get in there,
you just gotta give it
your best shot, right?
- Right.
- Semper Fi.
- That'll be $6.50.
- Have you got a guy here named Wayne?
- You mean the owner?
- Yeah, that's him. Wayne Brown.
- Sorry, he's out.
Damn. Probably out looking for me.
I was supposed to be here last week.
- I can call him if it's important.
- Would you? I'd appreciate that.
You tell him Lyle from
Dallas finally showed up.
He'll know who you mean.
- Sure thing.
(tense music)
- [Lyle] You know, I
never did catch your name.
- Michael.
- [Lyle] Well, it's nice
meeting you, Michael.
- Likewise.
Listen, I gotta use the head
and I'll be right back.
- Yeah, well, don't piss on
the seat even if they did.
It's not lucky.
(tense music)
(garbage can rattles)
(light bulb shatters)
(soft, tense music)
- Did you just pick somebody
up just outside of town?
- Yeah, I did.
- Where is he?
- Now, Wayne, why would you be inquiring?
(tense music)
Look, why don't you
check out back that way.
I'll go over here.
He can't have gotten too far.
(tense music)
(tense music cont.)
- You're not sending me to
Sheridan to see some bitch
with a pissed-off husband.
I'm not going.
I can't get up to Sheridan 'til next week.
- [Trucker 1 ] Twenty bucks.
- [Trucker 2] I'll tell you something.
First sign of bullshit...
(tense music)
And in the middle of the night...
(metal clanks)
Give me the goddamn suitcase.
You weren't lying to me.
(door thuds shut)
(tense music)
(truck engine cranks)
(tense music)
(truck reverse beeping)
(tense music cont.)
(roof rattling)
(upbeat radio music)
(window knocks)
- God!
(tires screeching)
- Does that tickle?
'Cause it won't if I pull the trigger.
What the hell are you doing on my truck?
- Sorry, boss, I didn't mean to scare you.
- Hey, do I look scared to you?
What the hell are you doing on my truck?
- Well, I was just trying
to ditch my old lady.
- You were what?
Yeah, she caught me in the bar
and I wasn't supposed to be there,
and she started sprouting horns and shit.
- Bullshit.
Bullshit.
Look at that uncontrolled
response to bullshit.
I hate when that happens.
- Yeah, I don't like it either,
but I just had to get
the hell out of there.
- So you come out and
climbed up on my truck?
- Yeah.
- That's kind of stupid, isn't it?
- Yeah, it is, but
you've never met my wife.
- She's spooky.
- Yeah? Yeah?
You're lying to me. Get off my truck.
Come on, get off the truck.
- Oh, man.
- I'm headed north if you want a ride.
- Thanks.
- Next time you need a ride,
you gotta try asking first.
(truck engine revving)
- There's a ranch just up the road.
You can drop me off there.
- What's the deal, man?
Am I taking you back to your old lady,
or away from your old lady?
- Well, neither, actually.
I just got a little
business to take care of.
- Business?
Is she pretty?
- Yeah, she is pretty.
- [Trucker] Good luck, Spider-Man.
- Thanks for the ride.
(truck engine humming)
(moody music)
(knocking)
(drink sloshing)
(glass shattering)
It's okay.
It's all right.
I'm not who you think I am. I lied.
I'm just a guy who needed a job real bad.
And your husband offered
me one and I took it.
Before I knew what it was.
- You're not a killer?
- That's right.
No.
But the guy who I'm supposed
to be just drove into town.
So you gotta get out of here.
- So suddenly, my life's
in danger again, right?
- That's right.
- You expect me to believe you?
- What is this? Money? You want my money?
I don't have any more money!
Why don't you get the
fuck out of my house?
- You're not listening to me.
- Your friend, the ranch
hand? He's been shot!
- You mean Kurt?
- Yeah.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
He was lying in the road and
I took him to the hospital.
- Now, pack your bags and get going.
- Is he alive?
- Yeah.
- They know who shot him?
- No, he was unconscious.
But I wouldn't be surprised
to find out your gun-crazy husband
had something to do with it, would you?
(vehicle engine whirring)
(soft, tense music)
Get dressed.
(door creaking)
Okay, he's in the living room.
Now, go to the balcony.
Come on.
(balcony doors creaking)
(soft, tense music cont.)
(toilet flushing)
(door creaking)
(tense music)
(metal clanking)
(tense music cont.)
(bathtub bubbling)
(dramatic, tense music)
(metal object thuds)
(Lyle groans)
(punch thuds)
(Lyle groans)
- Is that him?
- Yeah.
- What should I do?
- If I were you, I'd get a divorce.
(tense music)
- Where you going?
- I don't wanna be here when
Lyle from Dallas wakes up.
Do you?
(tense music)
- There's a Jeep behind the barn.
Let me grab a coat, I'll be right out.
(horse neighs)
(engine cranking)
(engine whirring)
- Fucking story of my life.
What kind of mileage do
you get in this thing?
- Why?
- We're almost out of gas.
(soft, tense music)
(Jeep whirring)
Which way is the nearest town?
- Medicine Bow is about 40 miles that way.
- Is there a sheriff there?
- Yes.
You're not thinking about
going to the police, are you?
- Yeah, I wanna get this
goddamn mess cleaned up
before anyone else gets hurt.
- What are you gonna tell them?
- The truth.
- You sure about that?
- Yeah, I'm sure about that.
- Okay.
How are you gonna explain
impersonating a hired killer
and taking $10,000 from
my husband, the Sheriff?
- Okay, what do you suggest?
- I suggest we get as far
away from here as possible.
- And that's it? You're just gonna leave.
- Yeah.
What the hell do I have
that's worth coming back for?
- Hey, Russ, get me the
registration, will you?
- Hey, Wayne.
The son of a bitch got away.
- What?
- Yeah, he kicked me. Went berserk.
- Want us to call in an APB?
- An APB? No, no.
Please, let's just keep
this amongst ourselves, huh?
- Bad enough. Did you guys find anything?
- No, we just started looking.
- Yeah.
Well, look, find him tonight.
I'll be in the bar, okay?
- You okay?
- Yeah.
Okay. Sure.
Thanks.
- Hey, Matt?
- What do you got, Russ?
- You don't suppose this has
anything to do with anything?
(truck engine humming)
- You wouldn't happen to
have that money I gave you,
would you?
- No, it was in my car.
Wayne's deputies must have it by now.
- Well, how were you
planning to pay for the gas?
- I got about 80 bucks left.
- Okay.
Can I see your wallet?
Michael?
I like that better than Lyle.
- Where you going?
- Thirsty. I'll be in the bar.
(truck engine whirring)
(lively country music)
- Maybe we should get going.
- Maybe you should relax and have a drink.
- I thought you wanted to get out of here.
- What's one drink?
- Okay.
- What'll you have?
- Give me a beer.
- You know, Michael,
I realize you didn't
have to come back for me.
You could have just left.
But you didn't.
Did you?
- Thank you.
- That'll be $1.25.
- You must think I'm pretty awful, huh?
- Why is that?
- Well, I did ask you
to take care of Wayne.
- Right.
Well, under the circumstances,
I can't says I blame you.
- You're a nice guy, aren't you, Michael?
- I try to be.
- God, I love tequila.
Maybe that's what we should do.
Go to Mexico.
- Ever been there?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, what's it like?
- Hot.
- Sounds perfect.
- Let me ask you something.
- Sure.
- Why did Wayne try to...
- Get rid of me?
- Yeah.
- I'll have another shot. You want one?
- Tequila?
- Whiskey.
- [Bartender] You got it.
- Thanks.
(lighter flickers)
It's all about money.
My parents died several
years ago in an accident
and I received a fairly
large insurance settlement.
Wayne's just gotten used to spending it.
He probably figures if he divorced me,
he'd end up with nothing.
If I'm six feet under the
ground with a bullet in my head,
he gets to keep everything.
- That's kind of hard to imagine.
- Yeah, well, that's my husband.
(phone ringing)
- Hello?
- [Lyle] Wayne?
She got away.
Cowboy got the jump on me.
- Do you know where they went?
- [Lyle] Hell no. How could I?
I've been staring at my damn eyelids
for the last hour and a half.
- You can't let them get away.
- [Lyle] Hey, I didn't
come all the way up here
to play hide-and-seek.
- You have got to find her.
- [Lyle] Okay, I'll tell you what.
I'll take a look around,
but it's gonna cost you.
And I want another five up front.
- Fine!
Just find her.
- [Lyle] Okay. When do I get the money?
- Tomorrow morning.
Just come to my office,
it's right behind the bar.
- [Lyle] Okay, what time?
- 9:30.
- [Lyle] 9:30? I'll be there.
(dial tone humming)
(tense music)
- So what do you say?
You wanna go to Mexico with me or what?
- In our present condition,
I don't think we'd get very far.
- What do you think we should do?
- Get a cup of coffee.
- I got a better idea.
- Okay, what's that?
- Comfort Inn.
(ice rattling)
(moody music)
You wanna fix me a drink?
- Whiskey okay?
- Sounds nice.
Don't you like me?
(moody music cont.)
- Yeah, I like you.
- Then what's the matter?
- I just try to make a point
of staying away from married women.
- Why?
Marriage is just a state of mind.
- Not in Texas.
- We're not in Texas.
(panting and groaning)
(moody music cont.)
Tell me about Mexico.
Please.
- Mexico?
When I was a kid, my
dad took me to Veracruz
and he bought me a purple sombrero
and a little guitar.
It was nice.
- I'll bet you were a cute little boy.
- I don't know.
We could go there together.
- Yeah?
- Yeah.
Get a little house by the ocean.
Drink margaritas all day.
Watch the sunset.
- And take siestas together.
- Morning, noon, and night.
(truck engine whirring)
- You're up early.
- I've been thinking.
- About what?
- About Mexico.
We're gonna need a lot more
than 80 bucks to get there.
- We're going to Mexico?
- Yeah.
Wayne always keeps some cash
in his safe at the office.
- Wait a minute.
You wanna go back to Red Rock?
- You've a better idea?
- You're just gonna walk into your
husband's bar and take his money?
- It's my money.
- Okay, your money.
You really think you
can get away with that?
- I can't let him have it all.
- How much money are you
talking about, anyway?
- Enough.
Are you coming?
- Suzanne.
Okay, I'll...
I'll go.
(moody music)
(door creaking)
(door creaking)
You sure you have the right combination?
- Yes.
- Is it possible he could have changed it?
- Well, it's possible.
Would you like to try?
Right to 24.
Left to 87.
Right to 56.
Left to 12.
Right to 99.
- That's it?
- Yeah, let's go.
- I don't believe it.
I don't believe it.
(tense, moody music)
- Oh, yeah.
(tense music)
(chair squeaking)
(tense music cont.)
(knocking)
- Come on in. Door's open.
- Morning, Wayne.
- Morning, fellas.
What are you boys doing?
- I got a call from the
hospital this morning.
One of the nurses was going
through Kurt's clothing, she found this.
- How's he doing?
- He's in critical condition,
but the doctor says he's gonna make it.
- Talk to him?
- No, he's under heavy sedation.
I called the FBI. They're on their way.
$1.9 million.
Gotta hand it to you, Wayne,
or should I call you "Kevin"?
That's a hell of a lot of
cash to walk away with.
Russ, you got that letter?
- Uh-huh.
- Came in the mail this morning.
"Sheriff of Red Rock, Wayne Brown,
may have a killer to murder his wife.
She is likely to do the same.
This is not a joke."
This is a joke. What's going on?
- I don't know. Why don't you tell me?
Did you pay that guy from
Texas to murder Suzanne?
- This is ridiculous.
- What about Kurt?
Was he trying to blackmail you?
- What?
- Is that why you shot him?
- Did you guys come
over here to arrest me?
- Kind of looks that way, Wayne.
- Well, then, go ahead. Arrest me.
I have nothing more to say
until I talk to my lawyer.
- Okay, Wayne. Let's go.
- Let's go.
(moody music)
- "Wanted for the theft of $1.9 million
from the Benton and Barnes Steel Mill.
Kevin and Ann McCord.
May be armed and dangerous."
Well, looks like the only thing
you didn't lie about is your marriage.
- It's not what you think.
I can explain. It was Wayne.
I had nothing to do with it.
One day, he comes home and
says, "Pack your bags."
The next thing I know, I'm on
the FBI's most-wanted list.
What am I supposed to do, Michael?
He's my husband.
I was in love with him.
There's supposed to be a half
million dollars in that safe!
He must have moved it.
We can find it, Michael.
We can be together.
We can go to Mexico.
- Fuck Mexico!
- Michael, please. Don't leave me.
We can be together.
- Mike.
(punches thudding)
(tense music)
Well, Miss Suzanne.
Well, you're as pretty as advertised.
You look pretty near good
enough to eat. (laughs)
That looks like my gun.
(clock ticking)
(tense music)
Hey.
Afternoon, Mike.
Did you have a nice nap?
Did you know that these two
were a couple of fucking crooks?
Yeah.
Now, Suzie here says that
Wayne was a bookkeeper
in a steel mill in Illinois
and he figured out how to walk out
of that plant with $2 million.
And she says that there's a half million
laying around somewhere,
but that Wayner is the only
one that knows where it is.
Now, is that true?
- That's what she told me.
- Well, if that's the
case, why don't we all
just go pay Wayner a little visit
and see if Suzie's story checks out, okay?
- But he's in jail.
- Not for long, sweetie
pie. Come on, get up.
(engine whirring)
(birds squawking)
Okay, kids, don't you go
anywhere. I'll be right back.
- Michael, I'm really sorry.
You were right,
we shouldn't have come back here.
- What do you say we put
a cap on the horseshit
and figure a way out of this.
Okay?
- Okay.
- Can you get your hands free?
- No.
The cord's so tight,
my hands are going numb.
Just keep moving 'em.
(tense music)
(Lyle chuckles)
- Do you still have my car keys?
- I think so. Why?
- There's a pocket-knife on the key chain.
- Well, voila.
(tense music)
(match striking)
(flame hissing)
(phone ringing)
- Sheriff's office.
Where?
Okay, yeah, we'll be right there.
Hey, Matt? That was Bob Pfennigs.
He said the old Duncan place is on fire.
- Call the volunteers.
I'll get Russ on the radio.
- Hey, Matt, do you want me to go?
- Oh, no, you stay put.
- I'll call you if I need you.
(siren blaring)
(engine cranking)
(engine whirring)
- Jeff? Hey, it's Ted.
Listen, the old Duncan place is on fire.
We need all the volunteers
to go over there.
(door thuds shut)
Okay, well, hurry. All right, bye.
Hey, it's Ted.
Hey, listen, the old
Duncan place is on fire.
Yeah, we need all the volunteers
to go over there. Okay.
Grady? Hey, it's Ted.
Listen, the old Duncan place is on fire.
Yup. Yeah, we need some help.
Yeah?
I'll be right with you.
- Yeah.
(foreboding music)
- Well, everyone else
is already on the way.
Yeah, I'm sure. Okay.
All right.
Okay. Bye.
Can I help you?
- Jesus! No!
(gun bangs)
(body thuds)
(tense music)
- What happened?
- Nobody knows.
- Anybody inside?
- No.
Wind's not too bad.
We should have this out in no time.
- Does anybody know how it started?
- Not that I know about.
- Mm.
It's turkey. One of my favorites.
I understand that you're in possession
of over half a million
dollars, is that right?
(Lyle snaps fingers)
Okay, here's the deal.
Now, you can stay here
and go back to Illinois,
or I can get you out of here, right now,
in exchange for half of that money.
Now, what's it going to be, Wayner?
- All right.
- Half the money, right?
- Right.
- Okay.
- Just get me out of here.
- Ted, come in, Ted.
Ted, pick up if you read me.
You stay by your radio,
I'm going back to the office.
- All right, you put these on.
- What for?
- It's part of the deal.
Come on, Wayner, we don't got all day.
Come on, take it or leave it.
- Michael.
(door slams shut)
- What is this?
Thank you, John Wayne.
Put her back in the car.
Take Wayne, I'll get Lyle.
- [Lyle] You drive.
(engine revving)
(tense music)
Smart cop.
(train horn blaring)
Just keep it on the road.
(engine roaring)
(Lyle chuckles)
(tires screeching)
(train horn blaring)
Yeah!
(indistinct yelling)
(Lyle screaming and laughing)
(train horn blaring)
Yeah, yeah!
(car banging)
Whoa-ho-ho-ho!
All right! All right!
(tires screeching)
(truck horn blaring)
- We heard something. What was it?
- Oh, man, it was some
dude with Texas plates
that was flying.
- Oh, man, what an asshole.
- Nice driving, Mike, huh? Way to go.
Feels good, don't it? Mm?
That old V-8 just purrs like a cat.
(chuckles) Yeah, mm-hmm.
So how does it feel? Huh?
Happy couple back together again.
You two got enough leg room, do you?
So.
Where's the money, Wayne?
- Just stay on this road,
I'll tell you when to turn.
- Okay, boss.
Hey, Wayne, I just
wanna ask you one thing.
- How did you ever get to be sheriff?
- I was elected.
- No shit, you were elected?
Well, how did you rig that?
- It wasn't hard,
he bought every voter
in the county a drink.
- No shit. Damn.
Maybe I oughta do that, you know?
Run for sheriff.
Buy a bar.
What do you think, Mike?
- You want a drink?
- No, thanks.
- Scotch ain't good enough?
Oh, I knew a guy like you once.
Thought he was better than everybody else.
That's it, ain't it, Mike? Hmm?
You think you're better
than me, don't you?
- Why don't you just blow me?
- Oh...
Oh, you think you're real hot
shit, don't you, Mike? Huh!?
Hey. (chuckles)
Hey, Cowboy, who's got the gun?
Cowboy?
Huh?!
(gun bangs)
(tires screeching)
You keep your foot on the gas.
(Lyle chuckles)
Choose life.
We having a good time yet?
- You see all these buttons up here?
Just forget about 'em.
All you gotta do is
push that down to talk,
let go to listen. You got it?
- Yeah.
Good, good. Don't worry, Len's on his way.
And remember, don't touch anything here
until I get back.
- Okay.
- And Jane? Thanks.
- Yeah.
- Russ.
- What happened?
- I don't know, I just
missed 'em. Come on.
- I called HP, they're sending back-up
from Rawlins and Laramie.
You take 487 East, I'm going to go west.
- Matt, what are we looking for?
- A black Buick with Texas plates.
(police siren blaring)
(police car whooshing)
- All right, now turn off your lights.
- What?
- Just turn off your lights
and make the next right up there.
- What are we doing, Wayne?
- See this house here?
It belongs to the caretaker.
(gravel crunching)
I don't want him to know we're here.
- What is this?
- This is the last place
anybody would think to look.
(Lyle chuckles)
- Oh, no.
Not bad, Wayner. Not bad.
(engine whirring)
- You got a shovel?
- In the trunk.
- [Wayne] When do I get these cuffs off?
- When I get the money.
Okay.
Come on, Mike. Time for a little exercise.
- Where you gonna dig?
- What do you mean?
- [Wayne] It's a big graveyard.
- What are you saying, Wayne?
- Take these cuffs off
and I'll point you in the right direction.
I've been workin' on the railroad
All the live long day
- Come on, can't you dig any faster? Huh?
You're probably thinking to yourself,
"How did I end up out here
with this bunch of losers?"
Right?
Well, I'll tell you how.
Because you're a thief, Mike.
You wouldn't be here
if you weren't, right?
(Lyle chuckles)
Hey, Wayne.
What do you wanna do with these two, huh?
- We're gonna let 'em go.
- [Lyle] Are you sure about that?
- There's no point killing
them now, is there?
- Oh, I don't know. I
don't like loose ends.
(tense music)
(shovel scraping)
(box clanks)
Well, I hope you remember
the combinations.
- Oh, yeah, I do.
But I'm not going to open that box
until you get rid of the gun.
- You don't trust me?
- [Wayne] Yeah, I trust you.
But like you said, we're partners, right?
But you have a gun, I don't.
That's my deal, take it or leave it.
- What's to keep me from just shooting
the locks off this box?
Or better yet,
I shoot you
and throw the box in the trunk.
- Yeah, you could do that.
What about the caretaker, though?
He might hear the shot.
He might call the deputies.
Might get a little messy,
even for you, Lyle.
- You know, Wayne, I think
you got me all wrong.
I'm not greedy.
Fair is fair, right, partner?
- Right.
- All right.
There you go.
Open the box.
(tense music)
- Wayne, you're making a mistake.
Do you really think he's gonna
let you keep half that money?
- Mike, that hurt.
- Don't worry about me, Mike.
I think he's gonna let me keep it all.
- Now, Wayne, does this
mean that we ain't partners?
- Just get away from the car.
- Come on.
- Come on, move it.
Move it!
- All right, all right, all right.
Go on, get over there.
Get back. Move back.
- Now, come on, you aren't gonna
leave me out here, are you?
Huh?
Come on, after all I've done for you.
I got you out of jail and everything.
I tell you, human nature.
All right, who's got the keys?
- Hey, I've got 'em right here, partner.
- Give 'em to me. Come on, give 'em to me.
- Okay, I'll tell you. I'll drive.
Now, you just tell me where we're going.
- Look, stop moving!
Just slow down, you son of a bitch,
just stay right there!
(door thuds shut)
Now, give me the fucking keys!
- Okay, here. I was
just kidding. I mean...
- Stop moving!
Now, give me the keys, come on.
- Okay, now.
Easy does it.
(Lyle clicks tongue)
(tense music)
(knife thuds)
(gun bangs)
(Wayne coughing)
- It sounded like a gun.
(tense music)
(both grunting)
(Wayne groans)
(punches thudding)
(Wayne groaning)
- Let me help you, okay?
- Stay away.
- It's okay.
- No.
- Why don't you give me the gun?
(punches thudding)
(Lyle groaning)
- It's okay.
(gun bangs)
(Wayne groans)
(Michael groans)
(kick thuds)
(Wayne groans)
(chain rattling)
- Better call the Sheriff.
- Where the fuck are the keys, Wayne?
Where the fuck are the keys, Wayne!
Huh?
What the fuck did you do with the keys?
(tense music)
(keys jiggling)
(Michael groaning)
- All right, I'll let him know. Thanks.
Hello, Matt?
- Come in, Matt.
- Go ahead, Jane.
- Mrs. Hornaday just called.
Out at the cemetery.
She said there's some people
out there shooting guns.
What should I do?
- Call 'em back, tell 'em to stay put.
We'll be right there.
(Michael groaning)
(knife pierces)
(Lyle groans)
(tense music)
- Hey, come back here.
I'm not finished with you.
Hey.
- You know what? I am better than you.
(Lyle groans)
(soft, tense music)
(gun bangs)
(gun banging)
(gun clicking)
(tense music)
(distant police car siren wailing)
(police car sirens wailing)
- Suzanne.
The train.
(police car sirens wailing)
Suzanne!
(police car sirens wailing)
(tense music)
(Wayne groaning)
(police car sirens blaring)
(train horn blaring)
(police car sirens blaring)
(train rumbling)
Hurry!
(dramatic music)
(train rumbling)
Drop the bag!
- No!
- Then give it to me.
(train rumbling)
(Michael groans)
(tense music)
(train whooshing)
I guess this means
you'll be going to
Mexico by yourself, huh?
- There's the door. I suggest you use it.
- Is that what you said to the ranch hand?
You shot him, didn't you?
- Yeah.
Obviously, I didn't do a very good job.
Next time, I'll be a little more thorough.
- Why?
- Why? He found out about me.
He wanted my money.
- That's what it's all about, isn't it?
(Suzanne breathes heavily)
- Stay away from the bag.
Michael...
I kind of like you.
Don't make me shoot you.
(train rumbling)
(tense music)
(Michael laughs)
(gun clicks)
(Suzanne breathes heavily)
- That's right. No bullets.
(gun clanks)
- Michael.
Michael, please.
We can work something out.
There's enough money for both of us.
Huh?
I'm really sorry.
I'll give you half. I'll give you half.
(train rumbling)
(bills flapping)
You stupid son of a bitch!
You want it?
Go get it.
(Suzanne groans)
(train rumbling)
You son of a bitch!
(police car siren wailing)
(train rumbling)
Shit.
(train rumbling)
(moody music)
(moody guitar music)
(train rumbling cont.)
- Adios, Red Rock.
(train whooshing)
(train screeching)
(train rumbling)
(upbeat music)
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
Time don't matter to me
'Cause I'm a thousand
miles from nowhere
And there's no place I want to be
I got heartaches in my pocket
I got echoes in my head
And all that I keep hearing
Are the cruel, cruel
things that you said
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
Time don't matter to me
'Cause I'm a thousand
miles from nowhere
And there's no place I want to be
Oh, I
Oh, I
(upbeat music cont.)
Oh, I
Yeah, oh, I
I've got bruises on my memory
I've got tear stains on my hands
In the mirror, there's a vision
Of what used to be a man
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
Time don't matter to me
'Cause I'm a thousand
miles from nowhere
And there's no place I want to be
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
Time don't matter to me
'Cause I'm a thousand
miles from nowhere
And there's no place I want to be
(upbeat music cont.)
Oh, I
(upbeat music cont.)
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
(upbeat music continues)
I'm a thousand miles from nowhere
(upbeat music continues)
I'm a thousand, I'm a thousand
(upbeat music fades)