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[silence]

♪♪

[silence]

♪♪

[wind chimes jingling]

[car approaching]

[faint chatter]

[grunting]

[muffled] Goddammit!

Stop fucking messing with it, all right?

You're just making it worse for you.

What the fuck you expect me to do, bleed to death?

You're not gonna fucking bleed to death, asshole.

Now you're a fucking doctor, too, huh?

No, dammit, I'm the driver!

So, I'm gonna focus on one thing,

and that's getting this piece of shit

as far from River City as I can! Is that all right?!

- Just drive. - You wanna go back, Bugs?

Drive, dammit!

You wanna get my fucking brother?!

Don't you put this on me!

This is something you should've thought about from the fucking start!

This was your goddamn hit.

The fuck happened?! Why didn't you jump?

I thought you had him.

It happened too fast, Cashius. I'm sorry.

I couldn't control him.

Listen, we knew what we were getting into when we started out with this.

If we go back for him, then we're both gone, too.

I couldn't control him.

That's because it wasn't up to you.

It was up to me,

and I failed.

I let him die.

I let him die.

[country music ♪]

Come on, boys.

Get washed up.

Well, you boys catch any fish today?

You should've seen this catfish Cashius got.

It was around... this big.

Winston didn't catch anything, though.

He was too busy chasing a goddamn bullfrog up the river.

Hey, hey, hey, you watch your mouth, boy.

Sorry, Pop.

Well, tomorrow,

you guys are gonna help your old man,

and we're gonna do some real work.

Get a little sweat out of ya.

Deal?

[both] Deal.

'Kay.

When's Mama getting back?

[sigh]

Well,

Mum's staying over at your Aunt Polly's for a little while.

Is Mama okay?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Mama's just fine. She's doin' fine, um...

It's your Aunt Polly. She's got some problems, and, uh,

me and your mama talked it over, and, um,

we thought it best she spend a little time with her for a while.

What's wrong?

Just don't worry about it, okay?

I'm sure that it's nothing that time

won't fix,

maybe.

Now, you boys,

just look out for one another.

Can you do that?

And whatever happens,

you stay together.

You got that?

Right?

- Right. - I guess.

All right.

That's my boys.

[crickets chirping]

[car approaching]

[tense music ♪]

[men whooping]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Papa! [gunshots]

[car driving by]

[dog barking in distance]

Papa?

♪♪

[rifle cocks]

[cigarette sizzles]

What's this all about, Quintin?

Now, don't hurt my feelings now, Hank.

You make it seem like I can't come visit an old friend.

Friendly gesture.

Y'all come up here, all armed at the hip and all.

So, why don't you oblige me,

tell me what the hell it is you want.

Well, tonight's visit, although a little

brash and unexpected,

happens to be a rather important one, you see.

Yeah, as much as I've always

relished our little get-togethers over the years,

reckon there's a little matter that you and me just gotta resolve.

That nigger who used to work for you.

Lucius.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's the one, old Lucius.

Tell me, when's the last time you seen the old black chappy?

You know the last time I saw Lucius was?

Well, I'll tell ya.

It's when we were pulling him out of the Ohio River,

dead,

with a rope around his neck and a shotgun hole in his chest about the size of Kentucky.

Lucius is dead?

Dammit, Hank.

Dear in the headlights look is funny, all right. It ain't convincing.

Now, what else is funny is I got me a sneaking suspicion

that the hole in that negro's chest

come from that weapon you're holding right there.

I killed no man.

Somebody killed a man.

Somebody brutally killed a man.

Yes, indeed.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong here, Hank, but

you fired that boy for coming onto your wife, did you not?

- I fired him for stealing from me, you son of a bitch. - All right, easy, boys.

Calm down, it's all right. I apologize, Hank.

I don't know where I got that from.

Must've just

conjured it up out of thin air.

Yeah.

Imagine that.

Now, imagine this, Hank.

White boss fires a negro for stealing or adultery.

So, this white boss realized that the negro's got no job,

no family, no respect,

takes it upon himself to dispatch this colored fella from God's green earth.

Only problem, of course, being the mess

this white boss left behind.

Now that, old friend,

is one mighty fine tale.

Straight out of the pages of Mark Twain, I'd say.

You do see where I'm going with this.

Yeah, old friend, I reckon it's safe to say that

things just won't be the same after tonight.

[laughter]

[dramatic music ♪]

[wind blowing]

[country music ♪]

[horse neighs]

Wake up, lazy ass.

I'm up.

Hard day?

Like you wouldn't believe.

You're ridiculous.

Get your ass up. Time for dinner.

♪♪

You wouldn't goddamn be doin' everything and sleeping every time...

You'da fixed the damn fence.

Big deal, man. Who cares?

[faint chatter]

[spits]

You know, you're a real asshole.

I know.

Look, will you stop?

What day is it today?

Thursday?

No, Friday.

God damn.

This week's flown by.

Are you serious?

Yeah.

It's like Monday was just yesterday. - I'm not talking about that.

Jesus Christ.

You really are a selfish prick.

First, I thought you were just fucking around,

making me work on my birthday and all.

But you really had no goddamn clue, did you?

[softly] Oh, hell.

Birthday.

Sorry, Winston. Happy birthday, buddy.

[match strikes]

[chuckles]

Thanks, Cash.

All right, I'm sorry, okay?

Hey, a fine number of birthdays go unnoticed, too, ya know. [call pulls up outside]

So... [car door opens]

If I happen to let one slip,

just man up and deal with it.

That's quite the apology.

Well, if it ain't the two ugliest brothers in Green County.

If our Aunty Polly saw him, she'd decide it wasn't worth gambling on another.

[sarcastic laughter] Little shits.

Keep talking like that, I'll turn Cash into an only child.

Please do.

Speaking of gambling, how was your night dealing from the bottom of the deck?

Oh, you know,

crushed a few dreams, took a few lives.

Old Don Cummings,

he found himself head to head with Judge Hummel in a five card blood game.

Don's holding two ladies against the Judge's three nines,

and Lord help me

if that third Queen didn't shimmy right on down to the table.

[laughter]

Judge 'bout damn near has a stroke,

and now, I got Don coming over this weekend to fix the roof.

Old man gonna be climbing up on no roof.

I-I'll do it.

Yeah, well, he doesn't need to be spoon-fed $2,000 neither,

but I'm a good Christian boy. [laughter]

Why didn't you just take a cut of his winnings?

Well, I did that, too. [laughter]

- You're going to hell, cousin. - Straight to hell.

So, how's Aunt Polly doing?

Ah, same old song,

a little worse than the day before.

Well...

enough of the recap. You bastards ready?

What? Ready for what?

- You got the hooch? - You got the wheels.

Whoo! Hot damn, let's do it!

Wait, do what?

You son of a bitch. [kiss]

You really think I forgot, huh?

'Bout to spur up, little cousin.

We're about to have a night for the ages.

Whoo! [chuckles]

♪♪

[pool balls clacking]

[barroom chatter]

Becky! [giggling]

[Winston] I thought he had polio.

[Bugsy] That was Franklin Roosevelt, peckerhead.

Teddy Roosevelt was the Rough Rider.

- They don't make 'em like Teddy no more. - Amen to that.

That's it, daddy, I'm calling you Teddy.

Well, little lady, unfortunately for you,

anybody who didn't give birth to me,

my name is Bugsy Lee.

Although,

I have no qualm with you continuing to call me "daddy."

You wanna dance, daddy?

[swing music plays ♪]

Yes, I think I do.

[pool balls clacking]

Come here, birthday boy.

You're awfully quiet.

You not having a good time?

No, ma'am.

Having just a fine time, thank you.

- Really? - Uh-huh.

Well, you aren't talking much.

Why haven't I met you before?

You live around here?

No, not for some time now.

You plan on staying?

If you'll allow me to.

[Jimmy] That's how I booked old Johnny Miller.

[men chuckling] Johnny Miller, good times, Jimmy.

- God damn. - What?

Jimmy, tell me you recognize that man.

The one talking to Sally.

Let's go have ourselves a look-see.

Well, if it ain't the ghost of River City past.

Cashius Hurley, I presume?

I know you?

Uh...

not so much. I know you, though.

Well...?

I guess that makes this sort of unbalanced then,

eh, Deputy?

That's Lieutenant.

[chuckles]

Of course it is.

That's what I meant.

Sally, is this boy bothering you?

No, Jimmy, there's not a problem here.

No problem.

That's the thing, now, Sally.

I don't think you know what kind of problem you got right here.

These boys are dangerous.

The only danger is if you insist on talking.

You see?

Way before I became a deputy of this town,

I grew up around this boy.

And the reason you don't know me,

is 'cause it's easy to forget somebody after you disappear for 15 years.

Is that what you wanted?

People to forget?

You wanna know how, after all this time, I still remember him?

You wanna roll down this river, cowboy?

This boy,

his brother,

his ma, and his pa,

well, they all come from a clan of crazies.

Hell, way back when,

this boy's crazy father--

[♪ Antonio Sorgentone: "Blue Boy"]

[grunting]

[woman] Whiskey! No, stop!

[woman screams]

No, no!

Oh, my God, stop! Stop!

Stop it!

[silence]

[door opens]

All right!

Get up! Let's go!

Lieutenant McCall said there ain't any charges pressed.

Time for y'all to get the hell out of town.

- That's cute. - Get out.

♪♪

[door opens]

[door closes]

Did you see that shit, man? Knocked his ass out.

[overlapping chatter]

I saved your ass.

That was fun, though.

[Quintin] Things just won't be the same after tonight.

[cigarette sizzles]

Wh-What you mean, Quintin?

Well...

You said it yourself, Hank,

man of your status in this town, after all you've done,

there's no way my story would stick.

You'd walk in a day. - Take me in, Quintin.

I wanna go downtown. I wanna go downtown right now.

Now, Hank.

Now, pick that shotgun up now, Hank.

I want you to have a fightin' chance.

No.

No, Quintin. It don't have to be this way.

Hank!

Pick that shotgun up, or by God,

my men'll gun you down in front of your h-- in front of your boys.

Is that what you want? - No, Quintin.

[dramatic music ♪]

Take comfort in the fact that I respect you as a man, Hank,

knowing that you're not the type to go quietly into the night.

You're better than that, old friend.

♪♪

[tense music ♪]

Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

Papa.

[crying]

Papa...

Your father was a great man.

All right, we're getting close.

My cousin lives in the sticks, just outside of KC.

God damn, this has got to be infected.

I told you stop messing with it.

What do you expect's gonna happen?

This, uh, this cousin of yours,

he ain't gonna be an issue, is he?

No, he's... he's a little peculiar, but he's on the level.

He's family.

Well, first things first,

we get to your cousin's we... [car honking]

[siren wailing] - Oh, shit, shit, shit!

- Christ. - This is just what we need.

- What the hell we doing, stopping or going? - Just calm down, all right?

Let's ride it out. Let's just ride this thing out.

- You're gonna keep driving? - No!

Just calm down, I'm gonna pull over.

No need drawing more attention to ourselves. Shit.

♪♪

Just be cool.

Nothing's gonna happen.

Be ready with your iron, though,

just in case.

How you boys doin'?

- Pretty good. Yup. - Just fine, Officer.

Mind if I see your license and registration, sir?

Look, Officer, um...

Is this really necessary?

I mean, the only ones out here, we can just go ahead and move on,

if that's all right with you.

License and registration. Now.

Okay.

Slowly.

You're the boss.

[tense music ♪]

Here you go, sir.

- Freeze! - Don't move, don't fire.

You may have the drop on him, but I got you where a blind man can't miss, you hear me?

Don't even think about it.

Now, what's your name?

Virgil.

You got a family, Virgil?

Yes.

All right.

I promise you, we want nothing more for you to get home and see them tonight.

For that to happen, you gotta do a couple things.

One,

you gotta very slowly

take that pistol off my friend right there.

Why don't you lower that gun?

Good.

All right, now two, I'm gonna need you to throw that there pistol

over in that field, can you do that for me, Virg?

Great job, Virgil.

Am I a bad guy now, am I?

Bugsy.

You just sit tight, it'll be over real quickly, all right?

[gunshot, air hissing]

[glass shattering]

Well done, Virgil.

Well done.

Now, we'll just be on our way.

[engine starts]

[Bugsy] And we had our little run-in with the smokey about 50 miles ago.

We got here as fast as possible.

[Taber] Of course I'm gonna help you. You're family.

You know, I've had my fair share of run-ins with the law, too.

Yeah, well,

it's all much appreciated, Taber, thanks.

How 'bout you, quiet rider, you need anything?

No, thanks.

Actually, I think I'm just gonna get cleaned up and get some shut-eye,

if it's all right with you.

Fine by me.

Listen,

I'm truly sorry to hear about your brother, truly.

You, my friend, you're in for a good night's sleep.

Nothing out here but nature, peace, and quiet.

[train passes by]

Except for the train, 'course they run pretty much...

all night long, and they're loud as hell.

Besides that, nothing but peace and quiet.

All right.

Thanks again.

[sizzling]

[Cashius] It's remorseless.

[Winston] What is?

[Cashius] Time.

[Winston] How do you mean?

[Cashius] Time...

has no soul.

It takes us,

swallows us up and spits us out.

What're you talking about?

I'm talking about people.

Time carries on

without attachment or recollection.

People are the ones left with the memories.

And people are the ones who keep memories alive when time's moved on.

So?

Is it time that's remorseless or is it people?

Maybe it's both.

You can't change people,

and people can't change time.

Time can change people, Cash.

So I thought, younger brother.

I thought after time,

people would just forget.

I just didn't think it'd stick with them for this long.

It ain't that tender anymore.

It's like when time passes through River City, it doesn't move on.

This town is timeless.

It's been 15 goddamn years, Cash.

[stick snaps]

You think there's people walking around at this very moment asking themselves,

"I wonder whatever happened to those Hurley boys?" - No.

- You ain't that important. - No, Winston.

It's that, now,

still,

anytime people think of Pop,

anytime people hear the Hurley name,

it's branded, bad.

Anytime I've ever been amongst this town, I feel their looks--

As if I don't live in the same life as you.

[match strikes]

I feel the same way, Cash,

but what I don't do is go around and torment myself

over the same thoughts day after day.

Life torments,

I look at those stacks, Winston.

I look at those stacks, and I think of our childhood,

our land.

I think of what it used to be.

I'm forced to chuckle when I see y'all up in smoke.

Jesus, you are a sad man, brother.

You ever wonder...

why we stuck around here?

This is all we've ever known.

The land, the waters.

I like it here.

I guess.

Well, where would you go if you did leave?

I don't know.

You know where I'd go?

No, where?

St. Petersburg, Missouri.

St. Petersburg, Missouri.

That's where Tom Sawyer lived.

I know.

Right off the Mississippi.

Ever since I was a little kid, I always wanted to live there.

Run around and get into adventures.

You know St. Petersburg wasn't a real place.

It's a fictional town based off the real river town where Twain grew up.

You gotta spoil everything?

I was always more of a Huck guy, anyway.

Well, hop on a boat and ride on down the river, then.

Either that, or you're a fucking woman in your life.

[laughing] I could use one.

You're killin' me.

[stick splashes]

Angry rampant bastard.

[laughter]

Lord...

[Bailiff] All rise.

You may be seated.

We shall now continue the proceedings

in the case of Wilma Hurley

versus Quintin McCall and the township of River City, Indiana.

Counselor.

Thank you, Your Honor.

At this time, the defense would like to call

Sheriff Quintin James McCall to the stand.

Raise your right hand.

Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

And then what happened?

Well, once we laid out our, uh, facts and evidence, uh,

Hank's demeanor immediately became, uh, hostile.

He brandished his weapon towards us in a threatening manner,

and we were forced to draw our weapons and, uh...

I repeatedly begged Hank to put down his weapon,

but it was clear he had no intention of doing so.

Sheriff, at this time, for the jury,

would you please tell us exactly what Hank Hurley said.

He said,

"Lucius is going to hell,

and y'all can go with him before I'll ever go with you."

And then, he took one last look at his boys,

and as he turned back towards us,

he discharged his weapon, killing Deputy Rhineheart.

And we were forced to return fire on Hank,

ending his life.

You know, Hank and I were such good friends for so many years,

and I think I died a little that night,

having to end it that way.

Thank you, Sheriff.

♪♪

[clock ticking]

[knocking on door]

Yeah?

- Pop? - Shut the door.

[chair squeaking]

Trying out a new look there, Lieutenant?

Kinda got into a little scuffle the other night, that's all.

You don't say?

Is that all you want out of life?

To live?

Booze, broads, bar fights?

Grow up, son.

You can be a shepherd,

or you can be a sheep.

Great speech, Pop.

What is it?

Right. Well... [clears throat]

You're not gonna believe who I saw the other night.

Who's that, son?

Well, the other night, I was down at the Riverbend Saloon,

and I ran into Cashius and Winston Hurley.

Who?

Uh...

The Hurley boys, uh, Hank's-Hank's boys.

Didn't know they were still around these parts.

[clears throat] Why would you think it would interest me you saw them?

Well, they're not really around here anymore,

and I just found it interesting, I mean, I hadn't seen--

Don't tell me that's where you got them scrapes from.

You are one piece of work, my son.

- Pop, there wasn't-- - No, I got an election coming up,

and you're out there digging up ghosts,

in public no less.

- It don't mean nothing, Pop. - Damn it!

Everything that happens in this town means something.

The sooner you figure that out, sooner you can be a part of it.

Thanks for stopping by.

I don't know where the hell you get your logic from, but it ain't me.

If you'll excuse me, I gotta go visit an old friend in the hospital.

I expect you got some work to do.

Go solve something, catch some bad guys... some shit.

[door slams]

[door opens]

Get up, get up, get up! They found us.

Jesus Christ, Taber, you goin' to war?

Maybe, cousin,

but don't worry, me and Duke Henry here,

we got you covered.

All right, not until it's necessary.

Let's ride it out first, all right?

Fine, I'll go talk to the law dogs.

You two, try to stay quiet. Sneak out the back when I got 'em occupied, all right?

Thanks, Taber, for everything.

Hey, Bugs,

family.

Now, you two redneck renegades remember, if you can't be good...

[rifle cocks] ...fuck it.

[knocking]

[whispering] There's somebody out there.

Mornin', Deputy.

Mornin'.

Somethin' I can, uh, help you with?

Uh, yes, as a matter of fact, you can.

Two fugitives of the law,

they're wanted for murder up in Indiana,

they were last seen driving a gray Cadillac nearly 15 miles from here.

It was headed here in this direction.

That so?

That's so.

[tense music ♪]

Have you seen any vehicles like that driving around here?

Uh, no, sir. Can't say I have.

But, uh, I'm mostly cooped up inside of the house, so who knows, right?

[chuckling] - Right.

Well, your neighbor, Mrs. Albright,

she thinks she knows.

Said she thought she saw a gray Cadillac pullin' in your driveway just last evening,

Mr...?

Taber.

Would you care to comment on that, Mr. Taber?

Hell, "Lost All Sight" Albright,

she'll tell you she saw the James Gang if you talk to her long enough.

I mean, it's a good story, you should hear it.

But no, like Mrs. Albright,

I've not had any visitors in quite some time.

♪♪

This is gonna get interesting.

Oh, I didn't ask you if you had any visitors, Mr. Taber.

What I asked you was if you've seen any gray Cadillacs driving around here.

Well, no,

to both of them.

How come you got all these tire tracks running through your gravel?

You care to take a look inside,

Deputy?

Here we go.

It's here, it's here!

Don't! [gunshot]

[gunshots]

Y'all still here? Hit the fuckin' trail!

Whoo! [shouting]

[shouting indistinctly]

You wanna go?!

Whoo! [gunshots]

[glass shattering]

[Taber whooping]

[Taber] Die, pig! I'll see you in hell!

Where are you, bastards?!

Stop! [gunshots]

[train whistles]

[exciting music ♪]

[train whistles]

[train whistles]

[wind chimes jingling]

[suspenseful music ♪]

[door creaking]

[eerie music ♪]

[echoing] It's time...

[panting]

♪♪

Reverend.

How ya doin', child? It's been a long time.

Yeah, I guess it has.

I need to talk with you and your brother.

Is that right?

Yeah.

What about?

Dear boys, you know

that your father and I were great friends.

I may have been just a little older than he was.

But you know, he always had my back.

And I had his.

You know, almost single-handedly,

he built that church I got out there now.

We're aware, Reverend. Alright, go on.

Okay, well, couple days ago,

I was at the River City hospital.

I was down there visiting your mom, Theodore.

Whom you need to go see. She needs you now.

I was down there all day yesterday, Reverend Bradley,

and the night before.

Well, actually, I was called down for another reason,

for another man.

You remember that Chief of Police, Frank Bishop?

[gunshot]

Yes, I do.

Seems that over time, he's gotten real, real sick.

- Too bad. - Yes, it is.

Cancer. It has spread into his lungs.

You know, doctor-- - All right, let's get to the point, Reverend, please!

I just came by here to let you guys know first,

in case there was any commotion later on.

Tell us what, padre?

Look, in so many words, it seems that

Frank Bishop decided to repent.

He want to repent and be absolved of all his sins.

He confessed

that he

was responsible for Lucius Ortega's death.

Goddamn.

[Reverend] Son?

Cash!

Son...

Don't you call me "son." Alright, you're not my father.

My father was killed in front of my eyes

for the murder of a man you claim he didn't even kill.

Our family's been branded in the worst way, and for what now?

I understand how you feelin'.

I really do.

Do you?

Every day of my life I've seen the faces of the men who killed my father.

Hate in my heart, but I could do nothing about it.

Because I was lead to believe that my father was a murderer.

And my mother was crazy.

And so you come here today

and tell me that some evil, dyin' fuck's last ditch effort for heaven

is to admit to you that everything that I've been

tormented in my life is a complete lie.

So, how's this affect the case against Pop?

I don't know how it will.

And the unfortunate fact that your father did take a life that night...

It's all so unclear.

It is pretty goddamn clear. No one ever seems to stay alive to stand trial.

It's pretty damn clear. - No, it ain't.

I tell you what's clear, is your hostility.

It's goin' make you go out and do something crazy.

Well, that would seem to be characteristic of my family, now wouldn't it?

No, I don't believe so.

Oh, and how 'bout before the confession, did you believe so?

Everybody else in this town including myself did.

So, why don't you come on out with it, Reverend.

Now, look, I broke the confessional seal for justice.

For your father, my friend.

I just wanted you boys to hear it from me.

The only thing I know is that a terrible thing

happened to a great family.

Thanks, Reverend.

Best I be goin' now.

Remember, son, faith in time,

that the truth will have light is much wiser

than looking for the truth in darkness,

that's right in front of us.

[both grunting]

Storm's comin'.

So, where the hell are we now?

I don't know.

Yeah, well, where we goin'? How we gettin' there?

I don't know.

I wanna know you got a plan here, Cash.

I mean, I'm with you in this 'til the end,

but I wanna know how long you plan on runnin' for.

'Til they stop chasin'.

Jesus Christ, you are one dumb hick, you know that?

You're just content bein' an outlaw for the rest of your days?

Hoppin' on trains and shoot-outs with the law?

If you think they're ever gonna stop chasin' you're in for another stor--

In case you haven't noticed, I have no family left in the world.

I don't give a damn about the law no more.

I don't give a damn about them chasin' me.

Let 'em chase me to hell.

I'll save 'em a seat.

You too.

[grunting]

Selfish son-of-a-bitch, don't you ever fuckin' cross me.

You're not the only one who lost somebody, remember that, Cash.

- Bugs, listen-- - No, you shut the hell up and listen to me now.

I've come this far with ya, so now it's my turn.

You have any idea what I gave up for you?

What I left behind for you?

It's always the same story with you, Cash.

The world dealt you a bad hand.

But you're just content with wallowing in it

instead of tossin' 'em in and startin' over.

You lost your folks, but you had Winston.

And it pains me to say it but now ya lost Winston too.

But you still have me.

And I still have you.

So I suggest you take what you got and make the best of it.

♪♪

Headin' west then?

Yeah, what the hell.

You know, you hit like a daisy. [chuckles]

Yeah, well, you're lucky you're family,

otherwise you would have got the left.

[insects chirping]

[footsteps]

Well, what do you think?

[sighing] Stay off the roads, I guess.

[horse snorting]

I'm just sayin', they still exist.

I'm not sayin' they don't exist.

Hell, Larry Kaufman's got one underneath his house.

I've been in the tunnels, I've seen 'em.

Me too.

Well, what I'm tellin' you little cousin is that

the underground railroad didn't exist.

It wasn't some big magical tunnel that just ran south to north.

It was a network, it was covered wagons and safehouses.

And there were some tunnels, maybe, more like ditches but

they barely went anywhere. They were used for hidin' from slave chasers.

See, the story goes:

One time there was this escaped slave by the name of Terry Dice.

Now, he's makin' his way through northern Kentucky.

Some dumb white hick, not unlike yourself,

is tryin' to track him down.

So, when this slave tracker gets to the water,

his feet are on the river's edge.

He claims all traces of Terry Dice just vanished.

It was as if he crossed the river

on an underground road.

There's your nickname.

What do you think about this, Cash?

Yeah, what's on your mind, Lone Ranger?

I'm gonna kill the man who murdered my father.

Quintin McCall came to our home.

He murdered my father.

He drove my mother to her grave.

[breathing heavily]

Tomorrow night,

I'm gonna ride into town

I'm gonna take a rope

and I'm gonna hang him up by his neck.

Take it easy, Cash, just what the hell you talkin' about?

You want simple, Bugs?

I mean, Quintin McCall,

anybody who was there that night,

and anybody who tries to stop me...

...is gonna die.

Think for a goddamn second about what you're saying.

I've thought about it for 15 years, little brother.

One more second ain't gonna change a goddamn thing.

Cashius, I feel the same way you do.

I really don't think you do anymore.

Fuck you, Cash.

Don't doubt my fuckin' loyalty to this family.

I watched my father be murdered just as you did.

I was lied to and cast aside just like you.

And I want the same revenge as you do.

But you know the difference between me and you, Cashius?

Is this whole time, you've been so angry at what you lost

and you haven't thought for one second

about what you still have.

So I was hopin' you could come with me.

What in the hell you talkin' about, Cashius?

- I'm talkin' about redemption. - You're talkin' about revenge.

Well, as fate would have it, it boils down to both now, don't it?

- Cashius-- - I'm over this town, goddammit.

I'll have it no other way.

And you want us to help you.

I would prefer it if my brothers rode with me, is that so bad?

You realize, if you do this, you can never return home ever again?

This town turned their backs on us, Winston,

and you think the best way to redeem your family's name

is to go out and kill more people?

Well, instead of bein' remembered by the goddamn injustice our father

was accused of doing,

they'll remember us by the justice we do take

and the goddamn sinners we took down with us.

Yeah, well how's everyone else gonna know that the ones who

are dead are sinners when we're the ones on the run?

Faith in time

that the truth will have light.

I'm with ya.

Yeah?

You're my brother, right?

and I gotta back your play.

All right.

Bugs?

My ma, Cash, she ain't got much time left.

I can't be runnin' off like this.

I know.

When she's gone,

y'all are the family I got left.

Lord forgive me, but... [sniffles]

When that smoke clears, and that sun rises,

I don't want to be alone.

I can't be alone.

Are you sayin'...

...you're with us?

Yeah, I'm sayin' let's go after that son-of-a-bitch.

Let's ride on River City with the wrath of God.

We're ridin' tonight.

Now, what about tomorrow?

- Tomorrow's McCall. - So what's tonight?

Sheriff White.

[ominous music ♪]

♪♪

[tense music ♪]

Who's there?

Who's there?!

[metal thwack] The ghost of River City.

[grunting]

[whimpering]

[gun cocks]

[gunshot]

[Sheriff White panting] [guns cocking]

[gunshots]

What do you want?

[gunshots] [Sheriff White falling and screaming]

For you to start running.

- [Sheriff White screaming] - You better quiet yourself.

[softly groaning]

[grunting] What do you want?

For you to stop runnin'.

Runnin' from what?

Your past, Sheriff White.

Your past and your past sins.

What the hell are you talkin' about?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I forgot to introduce myself.

See, I'm the Pied Piper.

Right next to me here is the Reaper, Grim.

And right behind me, over there, is Michael the Archangel.

We're all basically here servin' the same cause.

What do you want, money? Just take it.

Take anything you want.

I know I can, Levi. And I don't want it.

What can I give you?

Shut up!

See, what's got Grim here all agitated is you're the one's

doin' all the questionin'.

Now, when I answer you,

and after that,

if you don't tell me what I wanna hear,

I'm gonna skip all this foreplay, and let this pistol

make love to you.

Fifteen years ago, you came to my house

in the middle of the night, just like this,

and you murdered my father in front of my own eyes.

I can tell by the look on your face that you remember that night.

You...

You're Hank Hurley's boys.

Right you are, Sheriff.

Right you are.

It was Quintin.

Oh, no, it was you too, Sheriff.

You're forgettin' my brother and I saw it all happen

right in front of us.

Quintin and your father

had been fightin' over that land

for years.

Quintin and the city had offered him money

year after year and he wouldn't budge.

So then, this rumor goes around town

that your father had fired one of his workers

for havin' an affair with your mom.

And so Quintin saw that as his opportunity.

I didn't know what Quintin's intentions were, honest.

Mm, you concealed the truth, Sheriff.

[clicks his tongue]

It was Quintin.

Throwin' his name around ain't gonna change his fate or yours.

He's gonna get what's comin' to him just as you're about

to get what's 15 years comin' for you.

[crying] Oh, please, young man, don't shoot me, I'm sorry.

I'm not gonna shoot you, Sheriff.

[whistles]

[tense music ♪]

[fly buzzing]

[men reacting]

Well, what the hell happened here?

It's bad, Lieutenant.

Gunshot to the leg, and then they hung him up in this here barn.

I see that, Deputy, thank you.

Any sign of forcible entry up at the house?

No, sir.

But it seems as though someone broke in last night,

took the Sheriff out back, shot him,

and then killed him, execution style.

Well, most hangings naturally are, Deputy.

Any other traces? Footprints?

Tire tracks, anything?

No, sir, nothin'.

If I didn't know any better, I'd swear he was killed by a ghost.

[body falling] Jesus, come on, guys!

Well, ghosts don't shoot guns now, do they, Deputy?

That'll be all.

♪♪

Who'd want to kill you, old man?

[Reverend Bradley] When they hurled their insults against Him,

He did not retaliate.

When He suffered, He made no threats.

Instead, He entrusted himself to Him

who judges justly. [bell tolling]

[Bugsy] You always told us to stick together.

[Aunt Polly] What's troublin' you, baby boy?

Aw, nothin', Mama. Don't worry 'bout me.

How are you doin'? Are you...

[Bugsy] Ya feelin' better today?

How ya feelin' old friend?

Like I'm on my way out.

[bell tolling]

[Quintin] What are you tryin' to do to me, Frank?

[Frank] You got to pay for what you done.

I gotta pay for what I done.

You can't talk me outta this now.

What's done is done,

and I don't know what's gonna happen.

[emotional] Mama, I just...

I just wanna let you know how much I love you.

I know that.

[bell tolling]

[Quintin] I expect you got some work to do.

Solve something, catch some bad guys.

[tires squealing]

Amen.

Bye, old friend.

What?

[Winston] Understand that...

I'm not askin' for your permission.

[sniffling]

I'm askin' for your forgiveness.

[bell tolling]

♪♪

[door squeaking]

Was it you?

I beg your pardon?

Was it you?!

Was what me?

Sheriff White's dead.

Levi's dead? How?

He was drug out behind his house and hung.

And I wanna know, was it you?

You tryin' to sprout some hair on me, boy?

Just who in the hell do you think you are?

I'm your son that you keep in the dark.

And I want some goddamn light, now. [bell tolling]

What the hell makes you think I killed Levi White?

Frank Bishop admitted to killing Ortega.

Now, he's dead.

[grunting and struggling]

That old man had cancer.

That's convenient for you, isn't it, Pop?

- [grunting] - [breathing hard]

What the hell are you gettin' at?

Sheriff White was with Bishop and you the night you went to visit Hank Hurley, wasn't he?

- Jim-- - Wasn't he?!

[sighs]

I want you to take a look around, son.

I need you to appreciate what you have.

I need you to understand that everything that you have,

is because of the decisions I've made.

And everything that you are, is because I have allowed it.

I'm the man with the fuckin' staff.

And the sheep will follow.

Now, do you like bein' in the light, boy?

Or does the darkness not seem so bad now?

All I ever wanted was to be let in.

Son, I may be a rotten old bastard but I did not kill Levi White.

That much I promise you.

If not you, then...

[softly] Son-of-a-bitch. [bell tolling]

What'd you guys do today?

Just eat.

♪♪

[gun clicking]

[glass shattering]

[tense music ♪]

Get out of the way, you dumb hick.

Shit. [tires skidding]

[tires screeching]

♪♪

[distant chatter]

Evenin', boys.

[men] Evenin', Mayor.

- You doin' all right this evenin'? - Yes, sir.

All right, all right. Good to see ya.

Keep a close eye out here tonight. - Will do.

- Y'all don't forget to vote now. - All right.

[tense music ♪]

[lively music ♪]

[Champagne cork pops] [pouring bubbly]

- [laughter] - [Quintin] We were there 'til all hours of the night.

- Oh, I love it. - Janie, you look lovely tonight.

Thank you, sir. You're scheduled to go on in one hour.

Excellent... Ah, have a room reserved so I can practice my speech.

It's already done. The Lincoln Suite is ready for you, when you need it.

Bang up job, Janie.

Tell you what, send a young blonde up there if you wanna hit the trifecta.

- [laughter] - You are a true leader, sir.

Damn right.

[lively music ♪]

[tense music ♪]

Hey, Bugs, didn't know you were workin' tonight.

Slingin' the queens again?

Nah, tonight I think I'm slayin' the kings.

[Quintin] Here we are.

You know, Lovely, this'll be my 13th year as Mayor of River City.

I know, Mr. Mayor. I read the banner.

You know, a time was I looked at my position as an opportunity

to be a voice in this town.

Now, after all these years, I just see it as my town.

It's my town,

and mine to protect.

What about me?

Are you sayin' that I belong to you?

[chuckling]

If I wanted you to, yeah.

[water splashing]

All right, it's more hushed than we thought.

McCall's shacked up there right now before he gives his big speech,

so if we're gonna do this, we gotta do this now.

[nervous chuckle] Oh, you're afraid we wouldn't go through with it, huh?

I'm here, asshole.

Me too.

Well, time's a-wastin'.

Let's roll.

I'd even let ya be my speech advisor, what do ya think?

- Is that a guarantee? - Oh, you know it is. [knocking at door]

Who is it?

[Bugsy] It's room service, Mayor McCall.

The casino sent up a complimentary bottle of Champagne.

No, thank you. We're fine, thanks.

I have everything I need right here.

[knocking] Nice and cold.

I said no, thank you. I don't want it.

Now where were we-- [knocking again]

Goddammit, I said no, thank you, I don't want it!

Well, the time for what you want has come to an end, Mayor.

[Lovely screaming]

[gunshot] [Lovely] Oh!

[Lovely gasping]

[moaning]

[somber music ♪]

Sheriff McCall?

May I be so bold as to presume you to be the Hurley boys?

Right you are, Sheriff. Right you are.

I can't say I'm surprised to see ya.

I just didn't think it would be quite this soon.

I think you mean this late.

I'm sorry, and you are?

Name's Winston.

Oh, Winston. Right, right.

So that makes you, uh, Cashius, huh?

You know, honestly, Sheriff, I really had hoped you'd remember us

as much as we remember you.

It's Mayor.

I know.

It's always just how I like to remember you by.

And that would make you...

Room service.

[sighing] You know, she was only 26.

So, what are you gonna do now? Kill me?

[gun cocking] That's actually, precisely what I'm gonna do.

Now listen to me, young gun,

You don't get it, Sheriff.

Nobody's listening to you anymore.

Comin', Dad. Comin'.

[guns cocking]

So, I guess this is the part where I'm supposed to beg

for my life, is that it? - You can try.

Truly, I don't give two hickory shits.

I could look death in the face now and know at the end my worth.

I got a story to tell.

And it ends with you gettin' killed on a riverboat, you son-of-a-bitch!

- You want revenge, you little-- - That's right!

Go ahead and kill me then.

[screaming]

[crying out] Goddammit!

[yelling in pain]

[social chatter]

Move!

Move! Look out!

I'll take this as your resignation, Mayor.

Why don't you go ahead and stick that head of yours

in that there hole.

Why don't you fuck yourself?

I will split your head in two

so there is no open casket for Quintin McCall.

All right, all right. [guns clicking]

Get up.

All right.

- [yelling in pain] - It's up.

[moaning]

Step up.

- [groaning] - You can't hide from your fate, Mayor McCall.

Now, you stick your head through that goddamn noose

or so help me, I'll do it myself.

[ragged breathing]

[groaning]

Shit! [gunshots]

[grunting]

[dramatic music ♪]

[no audible dialogue]

[no audible dialogue] ♪♪

[gun cocking]

We gotta go now, Cashius.

We can't, we can't.

[gun cocking] [gunshot]

[yelling] Down! Jesus!

- Hurley! - [continued yelling]

[gunshots]

Hurley!

[tense music ♪]

[birds calling]

[Cashius] I don't believe it...

[Bugsy] ...Now you're a fuckin' doctor, too, huh?

[Cashius] You don't seem to have a clue!

So I'm gonna focus on one thing,

and that's getting this piece of shit

as far from River City as I can! Is that all right?!

- Just drive! - You wanna go back, Bugs?

Drive, dammit!

You wanna get my fucking brother?

♪♪

[dramatic music ♪]

[gunshot]

Shoot him!

Goddammit, shoot him! [gunshots]

They're gettin' away!

What are ya doin'? Get 'em!

Go!

They're gettin' away!

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Bugs, over here, over the ditch.

[Cashius] Come on, come on, come on, hurry, hurry.

Come on! Oh, shit!

Come on, come on! Come on!

Ah!

[yelling] Ah! Ah!

Let's go!

Keep goin'! Come on Bugs, keep movin'!

Move, move!

[officers yelling] Cut 'em off!

Go, go, they're right behind us!

Ah, get down, get down, get down.

[gun cocking]

[gun cocking]

[gunshot] Aaah!

[gun clicking]

[gunshots]

[grunting]

Dammit!

[somber music ♪]

Bugs! Bugs, no! You can't die!

Come on, Bugsy, don't die.

You can't die, now come on! Come on, you gotta...

[crying] Bugsy, come on, don't die, please.

I know I am, Cuz. But now I can stop runnin'.

Stop runnin'.

Stop runnin'. - [crying] Bugsy, come on!

Bugsy, come on!

Come on! Come on!

Check there.

♪♪

Where the hell did he go?

I don't know, sir. We didn't find anyone.

What do you mean? He just came over this hill.

You were standin' right here.

I'm sorry, sir.

Un-fuckin'-believable.

What, did he just disappear right in front of you?

Find him!

I don't know what to think. They just vanished.

He's a person. People don't just disappear.

Spread out! Find him!

Hurley!

You can't disappear!

[softly] You can't disappear.

[insects chirping]

[tense music ♪]

[chair creaking]

♪♪

[gun clicking]

♪♪

So, it's time, huh?

[musical tension ♪]

[gunshot]

[overlapping voices] Your father was a great man.

This town is timeless.

- How ya feelin'? - Like I've been shot.

Terrible thing.

- You know how this town was founded? - Great things...

...been so quiet on their little outlaw adventure.

- It's time... - You'll never catch 'em. - ...family.

That's where you're wrong. I'm gonna be the one to get 'em.

Whatever happens, you stay together. [gunshot]

[Jimmy] You're gonna walk the rest of your days

on this earth alone...

...wanderin'.

- He's gone. - I'm already alone. - I'm gonna kill him.

And he claims all traces just vanished. [echoing "vanished"]

[water rippling]

[gun clicking]

♪♪

[insects chirping]

♪♪

♪♪

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