All language subtitles for Hatfields And McCoys Bad Blood (2012) 1080p

[drums beating]

Ready...

aim...

fire!

[man coughing]

Summers.

My God, man.

Asa McCoy...

I thought I heard someone
over there.

No! Don'’t move me.

Whatever them Rebs did to me,
they hurt me real bad.

I need a sawbones, I figure.

Maybe so.

Supposin'’ they's
coming back for us, right?

They'’re not gonna
leave us here.

Yeah. Yeah, they'’re
coming back for us.

Doctor'’s wagon oughta
pull through here
in an hour or so,

then we'’ll
get outta here.

You really think so?

Yeah.
Ain'’t no other way to it.

It'’s getting awful cold
out here, McCoy.

Awful cold.

This is the winter.

Winter'’s coming down hard.

You ain'’t leaving,
are you, McCoy?

I'’ll go when you do.

It sure is cold.

It surely is.

Sure is.

[whinnies]

I think it'’s time
we be heading home,
huh, pal?

Valentine! Ellison!

Look what we got here!

Jim.

Boys.

Asa McCoy.

I'’m surprised to see you
on this side of the river.

You ain'’t supposed
to be here.

And in Yankee blue? Hmm.

I'’m just passing through
on my way back to Pike County.

What'’s old Ran'l
have to say about his son
in all this Yankee mess?

My father ain'’t got
no stomach for it,
as well you know.

Nobody around here is willing
to fight for anything,

except the patch of ground
they stand on.

Gents, Asa McCoy here,

he went off to get educated
at one of their fancy
universities.

where they teach all them
highfalutin ideas

like preservation
of the Union,

God bless Lincoln,

abolishing slavery.

Hell, Asa.

Your daddy never even
owned a slave in his life.

You don'’t have to hold slaves
to know that it'’s wrong.

I chose my side,
and I stand by it.

That may be so,

but today you have run afoul
of the Logan Wildcats,

duly sworn defenders
of the Bonnie Blue

and, just so happens,

this side of the river.

The Logan Wildcats
ain'’t no part of
the real Confederacy.

Y'’all ain't nothing but
vigilantes in gray coats.

Ellison, you hear that?
I hear it.

Comin'’ from a Yank,
I can hardly believe my ears.

Everything a Yank says
is a lie.

Clear the path, boys.

I ain'’t tryin'
to dig up old wounds.

Well, I reckon that'’s so.

But there is a war
goin'’ on, Mr. McCoy.

And today...

you happen to be
on the losin'’ side.

Let'’s go, boys!

The state of Kentucky lies,
at this moment,

under the rule
of martial law,

as decreed by
President Lincoln himself.

To that end,
I am, respectfully,

assuming command
of all military forces
within the Commonwealth.

Now, you may continue
to run the day-to-day
affairs of the state,

inasmuch as you do not
interfere with my duties.

Why does Mr. Lincoln feel that
such an action is necessary
at this late date?

Kentucky,

while remaining neutral
during this great conflict,

has allowed
Confederate guerillas

like the Logan Wildcats
of West Virginia

to wage a campaign of terror
on both sides of the border.

A campaign which you have
been unable to stop.

Now, the president feels
that some action
is necessary.

What kind of action,
General Burbridge?

Exiling our leaders?

Denying our citizens
their legal rights
under the law?

How many of my top officials
have you already arrested
under trumped-up charges,

held without trial?

Kentucky is rife
with traitors, Governor.

This isn'’t martial law.
It'’s a witch hunt.

Witch hunt?
You test me, sir!

I am charged with
the duty of protecting
the citizens of this state,

and I shall do so unerringly.

And to that end,
I'’m enacting
order number 59.

It is effective
immediately.

Order number 59?

Yes. For every unarmed
citizen that is killed

by a Confederate guerilla,

I will take four Rebels
from the prison,

and I will hang them
publicly.

And if that doesn'’t work,
I shall hang them all!

That is murder, sir!

That is a solution, sir!

Now, you will abide by
President Lincoln'’s decree,

and I will help you.
And together,

we can restore this state
to its righteous order.

But those killers
must be stopped.

Good day, sir.

You can tally this stuff up
for me, Mr. Curtis.

Yes, ma'’am, Mrs. McCoy.
Thank you.

Howdy, Johnse.

Mr. Curtis, ladies.

Mr. Hatfield.

Oh, dear!

Oh.

Here, let me help you.

Oh, no, it'’s no bother,
Mr. Hatfield.

Please.
My name is Johnson.

Johnson.

Well, most folks
call me Johnse.
I see.

Johnse.

Roseanna McCoy,
fetch your things
to the counter

so Mr. Curtis
can tally '’em up.

Yes, Ma.

Roseanna.
That'’s a pretty name.

Thank you.

And what'’s your name?

Her name'’s Alifair.

Alifair?

That'’s a pretty name, too.

You know, they say
the way to the big sister'’s
through the little sister.

She don'’t talk, Mr. Hatfield.
She never has.

Oh. I'’m sorry.
I-I didn'’t know.

Now, if you don'’t mind.

God!
[crying]

[crying]

Easy now, Mother.

No use in crying.

Asa can'’t hear you now.

War is a terrible thing.

It ain'’t war done this,
Roseanna.

It was men
what done this.

Them wounds are fresh, Ma.

Asa was shot right
where we found him,

laying on the other side
of Tug Fork.

I know where he was found.
We all do.

And we all know
who shot him.

[Roseanna]
We don'’t know.

Not for certain.

Of course we do.
It was the Logan Wildcats.

Devil Anse Hatfield'’s
gang of Confederates.

Why would Devil Anse
want to shoot Asa?

He never had
no trouble with them.

Asa...

God help him.

At least he chose
to wear Yankee Blue

when he was on
the West Virginia
side of the river.

That made him a target.

I reckon that'’s all
Hatfield needed.

An excuse to kill him.

What are we gonna
do about it, Pa?

Grab your guns, boys.

Junior, you stay here
with your mother.
But, Pa!

Don'’t even!

Sarry, you stop
your crying now.

We'’re gonna be
wantin'’ supper
when we get back.

It won'’t do no good
to get yourself killed.

Sarry, I ain'’t gonna
get myself killed.

And if I do, I do.

But what about our boys?

You want to get our sons
killed, too?

Asa was murdered.
Something'’s gotta be done.

Let the law
take its course.

Fetch the sheriff.

The sheriff?

Naw. This is Kentucky.

Asa was killed
in West Virginia.

He was Union. That gang
of Hatfield'’s is Rebel.

Sheriff won'’t get involved.
He can'’t.

Now hand me that rifle.

I don'’t want you to go.

You have supper waitin'’
for me when I get back.

Now hand me that rifle.

I love you.

I hope Pa'’s gonna be
all right.

It'’s dangerous,
the other side
of Tug Fork.

For such a small river,
it'’s filled with so much blood.

Hyah! Come on.

All right, then.

I want everybody to keep
a cool head when we get there.

Won'’t do no good
to start shooting with
women and children around.

Wrong person might get shot.

Devil Anse may be laying
up there waitin'’ for us.

You think it'’s wise
that we just ride up
to his front door?

Ain'’t no other way.

I'’ll be damned if I'm gonna
sneak up on my boy'’s killers.

They'’re gonna face me
one way or t'’other.

Understood?

Understood.

You got somethin'’
you wanna say?

No, sir.

Then let'’s go.
Come on!

Hyah! Come on!
Hyah! Hyah! Hyah!

Get going. Hyah!

Devil!

Devil Anse!

Mr. McCoy.

Wanna see Devil Anse.
I heard you.

Most folks just
knock on the door.

Yeah, but we ain'’t
interested in getting
a belly full of lead.

Like Asa did.

I heard about that.

I'’m awful sorry
for you folks.

Is your daddy at home, boy?

Yes, sir, he is.

I would have a word with him.

Why are we all being
so fired civil, Pa?

Ease down, son.

Pa, Devil Anse killed Asa.

We need to root out
the truth here, boys,

or we'’re no better
than they are.

Truth? You can'’t get
the truth out of a Hatfield.
Don'’t run in their blood.

Just the same,
we'’re gonna hear it.

Ran'’l.

Anderson.

'’Stand you wanna
speak with me.

I take it this ain'’t
no social visit.

We came about Asa.

You looking
for a fight, McCoy?

We come prepared.

For what,
more killing?

Uncle Jim tells me
you done lost one son
already, Ran'’l.

Ain'’t that enough?

Reckon you had a hand
in Asa'’s killing,
Mr. Hatfield.

Pharmer, shut!

What about it, Anse?

I don'’t know nothin' about
what happened to your boy.

He was a soldier.
Soldiers get shot.

That'’s the chance they take
once they put on that uniform.
Any uniform.

We figure maybe he
run into you and your
Wildcats on the road.

Wildcats was disbanded
back in November.

And me, I'’ve been holed up,
ain'’t left the house
near two week now.

Bum leg.
Hog rolled over on it.
Damn near killed me.

You ask the doc.
He'’ll tell ya.

I might just do that.

Anybody know what happened
to young Asa?

Not me, Pa.

Uncle Jim?
I ain'’t seen that boy

since he went off
to that damn fancy school.

Well, now, Ran'’l,
looks like you'’re
treein'’ the wrong coon.

Can'’t say as I blame you.
I'’d be looking for
some answers, too,

if somebody killed
one of my boys.

But it ain'’t me.

Reckon maybe it'’s
like you say, Anse.

I reckon so.

You'’re welcome
to water your horses
before you head back.

Go on, boys.

Evening.

Hyah! Come on!

Come on! Hyah!

That'’s too bad
about Asa.

He got what he was askin'’ for.

We don'’t have
to answer to them, Anse.

This is Hatfield land.

McCoy ain'’t the law.

That don'’t matter, Vicey.
A man'’s son's been killed.

He got to do something.

I can'’t imagine
one of your own children
lying dead in the road.

It'’s a terrible thing.

Asa McCoy
wanted to fight.

It was his decision
to put that damn uniform on.

Mm-hmm.

Maybe it was
the book learning,

all that
professor preaching.

I don'’t know.

Hell of a decision,
but he made it.

And who knows how many
good folks that Yankee
done already killed.

Uncle Jim,

you sure you don'’t know
nothin'’ about this?

I shot him, Anse.

I shot him,
but it was self-defense.

He drew first.

Damn boy riding
through Logan County,

proud as can be
in his Yankee Blue,
armed to the teeth.

And you had to kill him?
Johnse, we told that boy

we'’d see him safely
to Tug Fork

so he could cross back
into his daddy'’s property,

but he wasn'’t havin'
none of it, Anse.

Called us
a few unneighborly things

and then went for his gun.

And that is
the God'’s honest truth.

You tell '’em, Ell.
That'’s what happened, Anse.

And how many times
was he shot?

Folks say
at least four times.

Four times.

It was... intense.

Yeah. Hmm.

Well, I reckon it'’s best
to let this situation
rest as it is.

Ain'’t no reason
to get old Ran'’l McCoy
all riled up.

What'’s done is done
and cannot be undone.

Amen to that.
Supper'’s waiting.

You go and wash up, son.

Yes, Pa.

"I am the resurrection
and the life,"
saith the Lord.

"He that believeth in me,
yea, though he were dead,
yet shall he live.

And whosoever liveth
and believeth in me,
shall not die forever.

I know that
my redeemer liveth,

and that I shall
rise out of the earth
in the last day

and shall be covered
again with my skin

and shall see God
in my flesh.

Yea, and I myself
shall behold him,

not with other,
but with these same eyes.

We brought nothing
into this world,

neither may we
carry anything
out of this world.

The Lord giveth,
and the Lord taketh away.

Even as it hath
pleased the Lord,

so cometh things to pass.

Blessed be
the name of the Lord."

These are difficult times,
Mr. Phillips.

There are two wars
being waged right now.

I agree, Governor.
There'’s more killing going on

in the hills surrounding
Big Sandy River

than just about any
other place in the country,
war or no war.

I would suggest
swift military action.

But Governor Bramlette
believes that this trouble

falls into
a slightly different
civilian category.

Well, it is
my call, General,

and it must be handled
within the confines
of the law.

The Hatfields have dug in
on the West Virginia side
of Tug Fork.

The McCoys are settled
here in Kentucky.

Our jurisdiction
extends only so far.

Legally.

Legally, our authority
does not extend into
West Virginia.

Legally.

What you'’re suggesting,
Frank, is unlawful.

You cannot lead
a raiding party
into West Virginia

and snatch the Hatfields
out of their beds.

It would never
hold up in court.

You'’d find yourself on trial,
and you would lose.

Don'’t be so sure
about that, Governor.

The state of West Virginia
has no love

for this sort of thing either,

and they are
bona fide Unionists.

Now, Anderson Hatfield'’s
Rebel gang

is a black eye on
Governor Boreman'’s legacy.

I'’m not so sure
he'’d take their side.

True, but state'’s rights
are the issue here,

and I don'’t believe that
Boreman would stand for
Frank crossing the river

and kidnapping
our suspects.

What do you have me to do, sir?

Ask them politely
to turn themselves in?

I'’m assigning you
a special agent to bring
this matter to a close,

and I expect you to do that.

You head into Pike County,
try to talk some sense
into the McCoys.

If everybody stays
on their side of Tug Fork,

we oughta be able
to bring this matter
to a quick end.

And if they do not?
There are other means.

You will get
an arrest warrant.

Governor.

General.

Are you almost done
with your chores?

Almost. Why?

How would you like
to make some money?

What I gotta do?

I want you to run this note
over to Mr. McCoy'’s house.

McCoy'’s house? Why me?

Mr.McCoy would never
tolerate me on his property,
but I think you can do it.

Sure could. They'’d never
even know I was there.

I want you to give it
to their oldest daughter
Roseanna.

I know her.
I seen her in town before.

Here'’s a dollar.
Now take off.

And hurry back.

Psst.

Over here.
Who'’s that?

It'’s me, Tennyson.

Tennis? What are you
doing here?

I got a message for you.

You do?

Johnse asked me
to bring you this.

You may tell him
I received it.

You'’d better get before
your daddy misses you.
Yes, ma'’am.

I'’m gettin'.

If it wasn'’t Devil Anse
what done in Asa,

it was one of them others.

I reckon Jim Vance
had a hand in this.

You think?
More like it as not.

He'’s always hated us.

Asa being a Union soldier
just give him the excuse
he was looking for.

There were others there,
too, Pa.

Asa was shot in the chest
and the head,

so he wasn'’t an ambush
from behind.

He faced his killers.

His gun had been fired.

There were tracks
from three men.

It might not have been
Devil Anse,

but it surely was some of
them boys from his Wildcats.

Well, I'’m not one for
standing around and waiting.

[muffled yelp]

Johnse.

Tennis says
he gave you my note.

He did.

Well, what do you think?

I'’ve been waiting for you.

It'’s Friday night.

I know what day it is.

This is the night that
that tavern over in
Ransom'’s open late.

So?
So...

a fella could use a drink
after a long day like this.

I think I'’ll pass tonight.

Junior?
Hell, yeah.

What was that?
Pa?

Don'’t you be drinkin',
Junior.

Oh, n-no, sir.

I'’m just gonna make sure
Pharmer makes it back okay.

You gotta believe
I never visited no harm
to Asa or your folks.

I believe you,
but it'’s not safe for you
to come around here no more.

You must let me see you.

If we'’re discovered--
We won'’t be.

[twig breaks]

Alifair,
get back to the house.

Well, thank you.

It'’s better than my ma's.

Alifair!

Alifair, where are you?

Roseanna!

I gotta go.

Stay out of sight.

I'’m here, Ma.

What are you doing?

I seen the shed door
was open, and I feared
something was wrong.

What was it?

It'’s nothing, Ma.

Nothing at all.

I guess Junior just
didn'’t latch it proper.

Where y'’all headed?

Out.

Where'’s them off to
at this hour?

They'’s off to take a drink
in town.

With Junior?

He knows better.
So do you.

Pa...

Leave me to my thoughts,
daughter.

Mr. Hatfield!

Who'’s that?

We wanna talk to you.

You boys been waiting long?

Long enough.

My apologies.

The Hatfields don'’t run
on your time schedule.

Baby brother'’s
out kinda late,
don'’t you think?

I ain'’t no baby,
you rotten
Hatfield bastard!

Got his daddy'’s
manners, too, I see.

We know what happened
between you and Asa.

The hell you do, McCoy.

What y'’all is looking to do
is hang your Yankee shame
on a body.

Anybody, as long as
their name ain'’t McCoy.

You killed my brother.

Prove it.

You'’re gonna get
what Asa got.

Gonna take all
one and a half of you?

Shut up, Hatfield!

Just like a McCoy.

You'’re all a big man
when a fella'’s got
his back turned.

Hold him down!
Hold him down!

That'’s enough!

[panting]

Let'’s get!

It'’s Ellison Hatfield!
Somebody fetch a doctor quick!

He'’s still alive!

Whoa.

Elias, Valentine.

We came as soon as we heard.

How is he?

Tavern owner said
it was Ran'’l's boys.

Pharmer and Ran'’l Junior.

Junior?
He was the one
with the knife.

How is Ellison still alive?

Oh, I reckon he'’s holding on
long enough

to find out what his brothers
are gonna do about this mess.

What are we gonna do, Anse?

Mr. McCoy!

Ran'’l McCoy!

Easy, folks.

You just stay
right where you are.

I'’m Deputy Frank Phillips,

and I'’m duly appointed by
the governor of Kentucky
as a special agent.

Am I addressing Randall McCoy?

You are.
What is your business?

I heard about what happened
at the tavern last night.

I'’m here to tell you
that it ain'’t over.

And how'’s that concern you?

The governor
wants to put an end
to all this bloodshed

between you
and the Hatfields.

And it is my sworn task
to see that this happens.

Y'’all stay in here.

You come with me.

Speak your peace.

Mr. McCoy,

the tavern owner
and several eyewitnesses

have positively identified
two of your boys

as bein'’ the men that
attacked Ellison Hatfield
last night.

He dead?

That I do not know, sir,

and I do not believe
that I will be crossing
state lines to find out.

What do you intend to do?

I'’m appealing to you.

Let me take your boys
into the jail at Pikeville.

It will be safer,
and it'’ll be safer
for your family.

Safer?

How do you figure that?

Do you really want
a war here?

Can you give me
one good reason why my boys
would want to go with you?

Because if they do not,
you will all be killed.

Well...

maybe it is as you say.

For right now, anyway.

But you better be right,
Mr. Phillips.

You can trust me.

I don'’t put no trust
in the government.

Hold up there, Deputy.
[cocks gun]

Don'’t even flinch.

Uncle Jim?

[laughs]

Yeah, I feel better now.

You are interfering
in the official business
of Kentucky.

I strongly suggest that
you reconsider your actions.

Official business
of Kentucky.

Well, boys, I guess
we'’re in big trouble now.

You Hatfields?

Ask them. They know.

Enough of this
jawin'’ and yappin'.

My leg'’s paining me.

Hog laid up on my leg,
damn near killed me.

You have my sympathies.

Thank you.

Listen here, Mr. Lawman,
we'’re gonna take these boys
back to Logan County,

to the jail
where they belong,

where true justice
will be served.

What?
I'’m sorry,
but I have to disagree.

No need to apologize,
mister.

Folks don'’t always
have to agree.

We'’ll be leaving now.

You gonna let them
do this, Deputy?

They'’s gonna kill us for sure!

Shut up, Junior.

Don'’t worry, boys.

We'’ll work this out.

You understand that I will
reclaim my prisoners.

One way or another.

Let'’s go, McCoy!
Move it up there, boy!

Governor ain'’t gonna
like this one little bit.

Hyah! Hyah!

How'’s he doin'?

[sighs]

Doc says it would take the hand
of God hisself to save him.

Mr. Phillips.

There was a problem.

A problem?

We ran into the Hatfields
on the road,

and there were more of them
than there were of us.

You let the Hatfields
take my boys?

I didn'’t have a choice,
Mr. McCoy.

My boys are as good as dead,
thanks to you!

The governor has
given me full authority--

You tell the governor
to go to hell!

I'’ll do that, sir.

Dear God.

Dear God.

How long we gonna keep
those killers tied up?

Till we get word
about Ellison.

How long is that gonna be?

Don'’t rush your brother
to the grave, boys.

He'’s a strong one.

If I was you boys,

I'’d be praying mighty hard
that my brother pulls through.

Mighty hard.

[spits]

Devil Anse ought to be
back at the house by now.

He don'’t ride so fast
since he got that game leg.

You blame him, boy?

No, sir.

Poor ol'’ Ellison.

No wife to cry over him.

No young'’uns.

He'’s got family,

and that'’s honest-to-God blood.

And blood don'’t run.

Seems you'’ve made
a right mess of things,
Mr. Phillips.

I understand that,
Governor,

but this is not
a situation easily
handled by a single man.

These families
back in the hills,

they are not families
as much as they are
small armies.

Well, if you cannot
handle this,

then General Burbridge
will step in,

and then I really will
have a war on my hands.

Well, perhaps,
Governor, you--

Damn it, Frank,
something needs to be done!

And it starts with getting
the McCoys to the jail
in Pikeville safely.

Easier said than done.
Stop arguing with me!

I can'’t believe it.
How could you let those
Hatfields take your prisoners?

Is that what I pay you for?

No, sir.

Do something
about this, Frank.

I don'’t care what it takes.

But, by God, do something.

Aye.

You'’re home.

How is he?

Not good.

He say anything?

He ain'’t never woke up.

I don'’t reckon
he ever will.

Where'’s Uncle Jim
and the others?

They'’s over at
the Pliant farm.

How'’s your leg?

Ah, it held up.

Put Major in the barn.

Yes, sir.

Johnse.

Sir?

Thanks for asking
about my leg.

I love you boys.

More than anything.

We know, Pa.

Doctor stop by?

He did.

And what'’d he say?

He asked how your leg was.

Anything else?

Not much else to say.

We got them McCoys that
done this to you, Ellison.

Justice will be served,

and they will pay.

What are you gonna do, Anse?

Nothing more than what
the law would'’ve done.

Brother Ellison,

if you can hear me,

you have my word, by God,
these boys will pay.

He don'’t hear you, Anse.

He dead.

What'’s happened, Pa?

Your Uncle Ellison has died.

You go on over
to the Pliant farm

and tell your uncles
what'’s happened.

But--
You go on, son.

They'’re waiting for word.

Yes, sir.

Johnse.

Roseanna,
what are you doing here?

Get back.

How'’s your Uncle Ell?

He'’s dead.

You can'’t let them
kill my brothers, Johnse.

This is a matter
for the law.

Which law? Kentucky law
or West Virginia law?

What you Hatfields
are doing is wrong.

It'’s murder.

I have to go tell my Uncle Jim.
They'’re waitin' on me.

I gotta go tell '’em.
Junior'’s not right in
the head, and you know it.

You know it.

They killed my Uncle Ellison.
It was two against one.

Barkeeper said Junior
struck the first blow.

In the back.

Johnse, if you love me,

please just have mercy.

Just get '’em
to Pikeville Jail.

Roseanna,
I can'’t help you.

Please, please.

All right.
I'’ll do what I can.

I take it Anse ain'’t up
to riding any more today.

His heart is
deeply saddened.

I imagine it is.

How'’s Ell?

Dead.

All right, then.

Uncle Jim,
I know everyone'’s riled up,

for surely it was a cowardly act
that killed Uncle Ell,

but stringing up them boys up
ain'’t gonna help anything.

I'’m not quite sure
I understand what it is
you'’re trying to tell me.

I saying that maybe
we should be breaking
this chain of bloodshed

instead of adding to it.

And do what, Johnse?

Let '’em go?
Set these killers loose?

No. Take '’em to the jail
in Pikeville.

They'’ll try 'em and hang '’em
if that'’s what they got comin'.

Pikeville.

Johnse, we dare show
our faces in Pikeville,

we'’d be the ones
they'’d be hanging,
and you know that.

What is the matter
with you, Johnse?

You sound more like a McCoy
than a Hatfield.

Those boys killed
your uncle, my brother.

Don'’t that mean
nothin'’ to you?

Of course it does.
It'’s just--

It'’s just nothing.
Go get them boys.

Go on.

Uncle Jim...

Nephew,

you stay out of this
for your own good.

I do not want to
forget for one second
that your Anse'’s boy.

Let'’s go for a walk, boys.

You can'’t do this, Vance!
Least let Junior go!

Nephew...

stay here
and tend the horses.

Cut '’em loose.

Go.

Cut '’em loose.

Boys, my nephew Johnse
seems to think that
breaking with tradition

might bring peace
to this unhappy situation.

I can'’t say as I
totally agree with him,

but...

on the other side
of that creek

lies the great state
of Kentucky.

If I was you...

I'’d get a move on
before I change my mind.

Go on.

[screams]

I have been
very fickle lately.

That'’s Roseanna McCoy.

Explains that
gutless nephew of mine.

We can'’t tolerate
any witnesses, brother.

Reckon it'’s as you say, Val.

We seen your
girlfriend, Johnse.

Trouble is
she seen us, too.

She won'’t tell.

The hell you say!

She won'’t!
She won'’t...

if you go fetch her,
bring her back here
and talk to her.

Now go on.
All right.

What you thinking,
Uncle Jim?

I'’m thinking it's
either her or us, boys.

Whoa.

I'’m sorry, Roseanna.

I thought I could
change their minds.

Now they'’re gonna
kill me, too.

That'’s not gonna happen.
I won'’t let it.

[sobs]

I'’m a witness, Johnse.

That makes me
good as dead.

You know I'’d never let
anything happen to you.

I hardly have
any family left.

We'’ve got to go.

We'’ve got to get
away from here,

someplace where
it doesn'’t matter
what your name is,

doesn'’t matter who you are.

I can'’t.

I can'’t leave
my folks now.

Roseanna, you'’re in danger.
You said so yourself.

And if you wait any longer,
you'’ll be a danger
to your whole family.

Okay.

I'’m gonna pack my things
and meet you out back
later tonight.

Okay.

I love you,
Roseanna McCoy.

I love you,
Johnse Hatfield.

Howdy, Johnse.

Can you fill this for me?

You goin'’ somewhere, son?

Can you fill it for me or not?

Yeah, of course I can.

I didn'’t realize you
were in such a hurry.
Give me a minute.

Thank you.

Here you go, son.

Thank you, Mr. Curtis.
Put it on my tab.

All right, Johnse.
Sign here.

You sure she saw you?

Ain'’t no doubt
about it, Anse.

And you'’re sure
it was Ran'’l McCoy's girl.

She was a ways off,
but it was her, all right.

Roseanna McCoy.

And your boy Johnse,
he gone all sweet on her.

That ain'’t a good
relationship, Anse.

This ain'’t right,
a Hatfield and a McCoy.

Poor choice of romance.

Johnse home yet?

No.
He was supposed to...

go after that McCoy girl,

see if he could talk
some sense into her.

That is, if he could.

Wonder where he is.

You don'’t, uh...

You don'’t think he's siding
with the McCoys, do you?

What kind of talk is that,
Uncle Jim?

Ain'’t no way he'd go
against his own kin.

I don'’t mean to imply
nothin'’, Anse.

It'’s just that when affairs
of the heart come into play,

a young buck like Johnse
is likely to get confused.

And then loyalties
can be divided.

The boy'’s not here, is he?

Johnse'’ll be home soon.
You'’ll see.

You sit quiet, son.

Yes, Pa, but Johnse
will be back. I know it.

So, what is to be done?

I reckon we'’re gonna have
to pay old Ran'’l a visit,

finish this business off
once and for all.

I'’m sure he's heard
about his sons by now.

He gonna be blood crazy.

Best we get him first.

They'’ll be rounding up
all their relatives.
Mm-hmm.

Could be quite
a gang of them.

That'’s right.

Them McCoys will
breed with anything.

Which is why we have to
hit them before they have
time to sound the alarm.

Yeah.

But by God, if any of you
shoot my son Johnse...

Like you said, Anse,

Johnse would never
side with the McCoys.

So you got nothing
to worry about.

You can'’t outgun 'em.

There'’s too many of 'em.

I don'’t plan to
outgun them, Sarry.

I plan to out-kill '’em.

And how you gonna do that?

You gonna sneak up
on '’em in the dark?

I don'’t think
you understand.

The Hatfields
are coming for us.

We'’re gonna have to
hit '’em on the road.

Catch '’em off guard
if we can.

It'’s the only hope we got.

I put the word out.

Cousins Jeff and Paris
are rounding up a few boys.

We should meet up
with them directly.

That'’s good.

We gotta even up the score
for your brothers.

I would kill every one of
those Hatfields if I could.

God willing.

God willing.

Whoa.

Goin'’ somewhere, Johnse?

Yes, Ma, I am.

You runnin'’ off
with that McCoy gal?

Yeah.

Better that than dead,
I reckon.

I gotta get away
from all this killing.

And I got to get
Roseanna away, too.

Soon one of these
feuding families won'’t
even exist anymore.

Just be an foundation
where a house used to sit

and a graveyard
full of crosses.

I won'’t let us
become those crosses.

Then you better
hurry, boy, because...

Pa and his brothers
are headed over
to the McCoy farm.

Take it.

Take care.
Okay.

Pa'’s leg will keep 'em
off the wagon roads.

I might can catch '’em
if I cut over the hill.

Good-bye, Ma.

[sobs]

God bless you, Johnse.

[twig snaps]

[gunshot]

[screaming]

Alifair!

Ran'’l! Tolbert!

Come on, honey.
Come on, come on.

[gunshot]

Jim!

Alifair.

Mmm... Ma...

Ma...

Mama.

Mama'’s here.

[gunshot]

[gunshots continue]

Elias, torch '’em!

[thud]
Damn.

That oughta burn '’em out!

Anse, I'’m gonna flank 'em!
Y'’all cover me!

Don'’t let no one get away!

Thank God, you'’re safe.
Johnse, they'’re aiming
to kill everybody!

You know I can'’t stop it.

They hate each other too much
to back down now.

They won'’t be happy
till they'’re all dead.

We can'’t run away now.
What else can we do?

You can stand up
and fight like a man, boy.

That'’s what you can do.

Stand aside, Uncle Jim.
We'’re leaving.

We won'’t be a part
of this killing.

I'’m sorry, nephew,

but I cannot allow you and
your little witness there

to go off telling folks
what you done seen.

You gonna stop us?

Hell, boy, you'’re a traitor.

You'’re a disgrace to me
and to your entire damn family.

Your daddy would be
a whole lot better off

without a traitorous coward
like you around.

I reckon one of them
rotten McCoys near done
found you back here

and, uh...
shot you both dead.

Now that'’s what I reckon.

[click]
Hell.

[click]
God damn!
Damn! Damn!

Run!

Go on, get out.

[groans]
Go to hell!

Aagh!

Johnse!

Damn, boy.
I did not think

you would actually go and
shoot your old Uncle Jim.

Damn.

This little lady
of yours here,

can'’t allow her to go
birthin'’ no more of them
little McCoy bastards,

so we'’re gonna have
to finish this right here...

and now.

[Anse]
It is finished.

Devil.

Where'’s ol' Ran'’l?

Ran'’l and Tolbert
got out the back.

You were supposed
to stop them.

What are you doing here?

Well...

You know how it is, Anse.

You remember what I told you?

Hmm.

Where was you goin'’, son?

Away.

As far as I could.

Away from the McCoys.

Away from the Hatfields.

Are you sure you want
to cut out on your family
like that?

I have to.

All right.

Pa!

Yeah?

Take care of that leg.

I will.

Let'’s get out of here.

Where'’s Uncle Jim?

Ran'’l must've shot him
when he snuck out the back.

Got Elias, too.

We better fetch '’em out.

Can'’t leave anybody behind.

Bring '’em back
to the house.

So, this feud
with the families has
finally come to a head.

Yes, sir, and it was
a massacre.

McCoy'’s house was
burnt to the ground,

his wife and his daughter
was shot dead,

and two of his boys were
executed on the banks of
Tug Fork.

How many McCoys
are there left?

Just Ran'’l
and his son Tolbert,

but they got
a slew of relatives.

Enough to keepthis thing
going? More than enough.

Frank, we need to bring
these people to trial.

That'’s not the answer,
Governor.

We need to form
a troop of soldiers

and take '’em out
by force.

There has to be another way.
This is not a military matter.

It is now.

I'’m gonna assemble the men,

and we'’ll move out
in the morning.

I forbid it.

You what?

There are some men
at the door. Soldiers.

Thank you.

[scoffs]

General Burbridge,

it seems that you have been
relieved of your command.

What?

This is preposterous!
They can'’t do this!

I believe you have
an army escort waiting
for you at the door.

Good day, sir.

You'’ll be sorry for this.

Good day, sir.

Congratulations, Governor.

Well, it had to happen
sooner or later.

Now, as far as this
other matter goes,

I want it taken care of
as soon as possible.

Well, that, sir, is gonna
require me crossing into
West Virginia.

I don'’t care anymore.
Just do whatever it takes.

Thank you.

Frank...

you bring '’em in
one way or another.

One way or another.

Well!
[chuckles]

You must be hungry,
child.

Let me fix you
something to eat.

Thank you, ma'’am.

Come this way.

Tennis, help me
in the kitchen.

Watch your step, child.

Ssst! Ssst!

"Train up a child in the way he
should go when he is young,

and even when he is old,
he will not depart from it."

Welcome home, son.