All language subtitles for Fools.Parade.1971.1080p.WEBRip.x264-RARBG

(CLUNKING)

Peas, Mattie, Peas.

No store is any good
without green peas.

Captain,
how do you feel about apple sauce?

That tall man, that one with
the white hair and the glass eye,

that's Mattie Appleyard.

He killed two or three men.
- Yeah, I heard them talking about
him in town this morning.

A whole land withering on the vine,
bread lines as long
as freight trains.

And a man that's killed maybe three
men, riding out with all that money.

(DOG BARKS)

Now then,

each one of ya has got himself
a brand new state-free suit.

And a state-free pair of shoes

If you reach in your right-hand
pocket, you will find yourself
a brand new five-dollar bill.

In your left-hand pocket,
you'll find 7 cents car fare.

Besides them greatest
state-free gifts...

...each man has been given
a state-free B&O ticket
in his hip pocket.

Prisoner release papers is in your
coat pocket, they're in order.

Westbound to Parkersburg
will come along in 17 minutes.

Pull out of this depot
in 23 minutes.

When it leaves,

you'll be on it.

Mattie they tell me up at
the state prison that you've got
a certified cheque in your pocket.

They tell me it's for better than $25,000.
- That's right, captain.

What does a man have to do
in Glory Prison to get
a whole lot of money like that?

40 years hard work, captain.
- What are you sweating for, Cottrill?

You don't call this hot weather,
do you, Cottrill?

Not if you say it ain't, captain.

Where are you from, boy?
Where d'you think you are from, boy?

Captain,
I was born right here in Glory.

You wasn't born, boy. You was found.

You was found in a pasteboard box
underneath a theatre seat.
Ain't that right, boy?

Captain, if I was found in Glory,
then I must have been born in Glory.

Why don't you go on home, then?
- Captain, Johnny will be
on that train when she pulls out.

I am not talking to you, Appleyard.

(TRAIN TOOTS)

Runnin' early!

# Shall we gather

# At the river?

# The beautiful, the beauti... #

Still got time to make a run for it
if you want to, boy.

Captain, this ticket says
Stonecoal, West Virginia.

I ain't never been there in my life.

Glory's my home.
- Why don't you go on home, then?

Go on, boy. Start running.

Why can't I stay in Glory?

They just don't want ex-convicts
filling up the town, Johnny, you see.

When a man finishes pulling time in
Glory prison,

the only home he's got is what
state writes on his coast ticket.
- That's a rule, boy.

Just the same as there's rules
in the Good Book.

Just like the rule you broke
that got you sent to Glory Prison.

They were wrong. I never did that.

Trying to pull
that young girl's clothes off.

That sweet fragile young thing,
that adorable child.

He pulled his time, captain,
why don't you leave him alone?

Shut your mouth, old man,
I'm talking to the boy!
I could've saved you.

If I had you in my Sunday School,
me and Jesus could've saved
your pitiful soul!

But it's too late now, boy!
The Devil's got ya! (TRAIN TOOTS)

And the Devil's a tough man
to get shot of.

Aboard!

(DOG BARKS) We've been together
for a long time now, Joey.

I'm sorry we won't be
seeing each other no more.

You'll find another friend.
(DOG WHIMPERS)

I'll see you
before tomorrow's sunrise, boy.

Johnny.

What did he say to you?
- He said he'd see me
before tomorrow's sunrise.

What did he mean, Mattie?

It sure feels good, don't it?
Being on a train again.

Yes, sir. It sure feels good.

We're moving now.
We're leaving this place.

(DOG BARKS)

(TRAIN'S WHISTLE BLOWS)

(HORN BEEPS)

Are they on it?
- Indeed they are, Mr Grindstaff.

Everything all set?
- Like a diamond.

That's the amount we agreed on,

plus a little something extra
for you.

Thank you. Come in real handy
for our missionary fund

and vacation Bible school.

You know why I like you?
Cos you are deaf.

You have got just enough sense
to be blind, too.

What the hell?!

Listen, if you three fellas are
planning on jumping train somewhere,

I just want you to know
that's your business.

Who said anything
about us jumping train?

Nobody.

I'm just telling you that if you do,
it's none of my business.

I mean, I just go back and forth
to Parkersburg every day.

I don't care.
I don't care if you jump or not.

Where did he come by that idea,
that we are aiming to jump train?
- I don't know.

It almost felt as though
he was asking us to.

I'm gonna get me
some good, clean free air.

Lee, why don't you leave your book
here? Nobody will bother it.
- I can't do that.

Nobody's gonna steal
your grocery list.

It's not a grocery list,
it's ivantory.

Ivantory's the most important thing
a businessman has on him.

(SIGHS)

What does Tighe say, Mattie?

Tighe?

Tighe has to tell me what he sees
in his own good time.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

The name's Roy K Sizemore.
Out of Pittsburgh.

Lee Cottrill.

Out of prison.

Well, now, something to celebrate,
huh, brother Lee? (LAUGHS)

This oughta taste right good to you after...
How long you say you been in?

16 years.
I'm my way down to Stonecoal

to open up a... store.

It's been a long time.
- (LAUGHS) Is Stonecoal your home?

It's my home and that's where
I'm gonna open up a store
with my two friends in there.

All they've ever had
is a company store
and that's no real store at all.

Ours is gonna to be a general store.

What is it, Mattie? What's wrong?
- It'll be alright.

Is it something bad?
- It'll be alright, I say.

But you mustn't go
back there tonight.

Did Tighe see me going back?
- Tighe saw you jumping this train

and running back to Glory tonight.

And leading us all to our doom.

I won't, Mattie, I promise.
- I believe you.

But there's something in the air,
Johnny.

See that grey-haired fella
back there?

That's Mattie Appleyard. He did
a 40-year rap for two murders.

He worked all them years
in the prison mine,
saved every penny he earned.

We're gonna be partners.

The sign over the store
is gonna to read...

(HARMONICA PLAYS)

I'd sure hate to be broke
and homeless like them poor souls.

But you ain't.
Your partner, he's rich.

How much money
did you say he's saved?

I didn't,
I just said enough to start a store.

Now, shucks, brother Lee! (LAUGHS)

I wanna meet
this great benefactor of yours.

Come on, take me in there
and introduce me to him.

Mattie, this is Roy Sizemore.

Roy K Sizemore, Mr Appleyard,
and it certainly is
a great pleasure to meet you, sir.

Yes indeed, a real pleasure.
- This is Johnny, Mr Sizemore.

Hello, son.
- Would you have a seat?

Don't mind if I do, Mr Appleyard.

What kind of business are you in,
Mr Sizemore?

Mine supplies. I work the southern
district out of Pittsburgh for Vans
Pearson Consolidated, Milwaukee.

Oh. Hard prospects,
times being what they are.

Dismal, Mr Appleyard.

Just... dismal.

What, with the land swarming
with radicals and unemployed trash

and then there's
the criminal element that's been...

No offence meant, boys.
- We understand, Mr Sizemore.

Still, with that sample case
of yours, there must be
some business on the road.

Sample case?
Oh. Hell, that's no sample case.

That's just an order
I'm delivering personal.

But you don't want to hear about me
and my little dull routine.

Mr Appleyard,

what I wanna hear

is your tale.

Because I am by way of being a
student of life and a philosopher

and when I look at you boys,
I tell myself that there
but for His grace, go I.

Well, it wasn't his Grace
that sent us to Glory prison,
Mr Sizemore, it was his Honour.

(LAUGHS) Yeah.

Mr Appleyard.

My name's Enoch Purdy.

I'm a retired engineer.
I live down the river.

I ride on the train for nothing and
I sell greens just for a pastime.

They were talking and whispering
about you all over town,

that you're carrying a cheque
for more than $25,000.

I've never even seen a payroll
cheque for that much money.

Er... could I just see that cheque?

Sure.

Sure. Here,
you can feel it if you like.

Mattie, are you sure?
- It's alright, Lee.

I trust Mr Purdy to hold it
more than I trust some to see it.

I sure do thank you.

My pleasure, Mr Purdy. Whoops.

(SNIFFS)

What sort of mine supplies
do you handle, Mr Sizemore?

You know, regular line.

Such as what, Mr Sizemore?

Hell, you were a miner.

Pumps, saws, carbines,
drill shanks, permissibles,
you know, the regular thing.

What are permissibles, Mr Sizemore?
(LAUGHS)

Why, Mr Appleyard,
you do sound like a greenhorn.

Well, it's been a long time.

A fellow forgets a lot in 40 years.

You know, Mattie, dynamite.

Oh, dynamite! You know how words
and names have a way of failing me.

Dynamite.
I understand you're on your way
to make the delivery, Mr Sizemore?

Yes, we, er...
- I'm gonna go outside
for a while, Mattie.

Johnny...!
- I'll be back.

Mr Sizemore, I don't...

Is there something dangerous
in that suitcase?

No, no, of course not.

Like explosives maybe?

Mr Appleyard,
you've got better sense than that.

Why, if they was to get wind
of a man carrying dynamite
on a common carrier,

it'd be a $1,000 fine
and a year in jail.

Why don't you make a jump for it,
boy?

What?
- I'm trying to talk some sense
into you, is what.

Get away from them other two.
- What do you mean you get away?
They're my friends.

One's a murderer,
the other's a bank robber. Get away
from them now. I'll help you.

I'm not going!
- You've got your whole life ahead of you, boy.

For all you know, the other two may
be dead by morning and you too if
you don't get away from them.

Dead?

Why should they be dead?
What are you bothering me for?

You're just a kid and I can't stand
to see you get hurt.

Come on, I'll help ya.

Take your hands of him!

What did he mean, Mattie? He said we
might be dead by tomorrow morning.

There is no sense to it
and no reason.

(HUMS "Shall we Gather by the River?")

Has he got everything straight?

Me and Junior here is a team.

If I've got it straight,
he's got it straight.

Do you, boy?
I don't expect an impudent answer.

I'll do fine.

I always do.

Steve, he knows me good.

Well, I don't know you good. I don't
think much of what you're wearing.

You stick out
like a brakeman's flag.

I gotta get to Wheeling by midnight.

I got a job singing on the radio.

I'm not paying you
for the goddamn radio.

You know I ain't mucked up the job
in 20 years.

I know, Steve, you're a good boy.
- Well, then why don't you
lay off of Junior?

You got my word he's cool.
He's been on nine jobs with me.

Singing on the radio?

Smoke Hole.

Smoke Hole bourbon.

Come on, now!

I want you to tell me all the facts
behind your little misunderstanding
with the law.

What's it feel like to
really kill a man, huh?

Sizemore, I've just heard
about enough from you.

You reckon I envy you, don't you,
on account of that cheque.

Well, whose pocket you reckon
that money come out of, huh? Huh?

Me! The tax payer, that's who!

So when you try and cash it,
just remember,

that it is a gift
from Roy K Sizemore

and a few other honest men like him.

What does he mean, Mattie,
trying to cash it?

You won't have any trouble
cashing it, will you?

No. He's drunk Lee, he's just drunk.

Could I see the cheque, Mattie?

Look at this.

"Cashable only by payee in person

at bank of issuance."

We have to go back to Glory.

(THUNDER BOOMS)

What the hell is that?
- Hm?

That?

Ladies' bathing cap.
Keeps cracked ice in it.

What for?
- Likes to suck on it.

Reckons it keeps his mouth
from getting dry on the job.

You trying to kid me, Steve?

Don't your mouth ever get dry
on the job?

You trying to kid me?
- Well, hell, don't it?

I thought you said
he didn't get nervous.

He ain't.

He handles that Winchester
like a steel guitar.

Which you're gonna find out, Steve.

(THUNDER BOOMS)

You sure as hell are.

It'll be alright.
- But you said we'd cash it in Stonecoal, Mattie.

You said it'd be alright.
- I know I did, Johnny, but I was wrong.

There's one place on this earth
that that cheque is any good
and that's that the bank in Glory.

Why didn't you see, Mattie?
Why didn't Tighe see?

I don't know. I don't know but I
didn't and that's all there is to it.

I have to go back to Glory.
- Well, I don't like it.

I don't, either.
- I thought we were getting closer to having a
store and we are only getting further away.

(BRAKES SCREECH)

Get off my train.

Get off my train!
- Why? Why do you want us off your train?

There's no time to talk.
Just get off and run for your lives.

Please. I don't want to hurt you.
- Hurt us?

You don't want to hurt us? What's
that gun for if not to shoot us?

Oh, my God.

I was desperate
when I took their money to do this.

My wife is sick.
Can you understand that?

There's a mortgage.

Here's the money they paid me
to work with them.

You take it. Take it and run.

We're not more than a few hundred
yards from the depot and they're
waiting there for you. So run.

You get away from them. Run now.
- Who's they?

There's no time to explain.
They're gonna kill all three of you.
- Who's gonna kill us?

You don't understand. You've all
done time in Glory prison

but did you ever hear of a prison called 1935?
- I know what year it is!

What I don't know is who's out there
waiting to kill us. Who is it?
Is it Council?

Answer me, damn you!
- Yes, yes, it's Council and two others.

How come they stopped way up there?

Steve, you and your ice-sucking friend
Here take Appleyard and Cottrill.

Leave me handle the boy.

I don't like boys.

Junior, go up there
and just check things out.

You sure they're atheists, Steve?

They're atheists, Junior.

I promise you.

You don't have to worry none
about Junior.

He's a nice, religious boy.

Deputy sheriff, pop.

As soon as I get on,
move it up to the junction.

0ne of them's coming down the track.
- What the devil are you doing
with my shipment?

I'm buying it from you.

There. There.

Lee, Johnny, let's go!
- There's a law!

Law?

Regarding the transportation of
explosives by passenger vehicles of
any description or by common carrier?

I have an eye for the law,
my little drunken stranger!

Now you go on here and sit down
and don't you try and stop me again

because if you do I am gonna have to
hurt you real bad. Now sit down!
- You ain't about to hurt nobody.

Just keep standing still
until we get into the depot.

Which ones of you 'uns
is them ex-cons.

It ain't me. No, it's them here.

Him, him and him.
(TRAIN WHEELS SCREECH)

You wanna pray?
Before we get in the depot?

Good...
I thought you might want to

because Steve,
he's done told me all about you.

You 'uns is atheists.

I never shoot nobody but atheists.

Steve, he helps me find them.

I just love it when they repent.

Just before I do it to them.

(THUNDER BOOMS)

Out there is Him.

Wandering yonder in the night,

searching out His sinners
in the land.

You wanna pray?

Oh, God.

Oh, Lord, is that you?

(THUNDER BOOMS)

Is it really you, Lord?

I... I know, I know.

I know, Lord,

I know you've tried to show me
the way but I just couldn't see.

(THUNDER BOOMS)

What's that you say, Lord?
What's that?

Did you hear that son? Did you hear?

Did you hear what he said? If thine
right eye offend thee, pluck it out!

Have I, Lord?

Have I?

Then Lord, reach down thy hand now

and draw from this sinner's face

the eye that has
so offended righteousness!

I feel it! I feel it, Lord!

I feel it, I feel it leaving my face!

I feel your hand coming down
and grabbing it. (THUNDER BOOMS)

Agh!

You say you won't take it, Lord?

Why yes, Lord.

Boy!

He wants you to have it!

Argh!

Grab the suitcase!

Much obliged, Lord.

Come on!

I'll cover the other side.

(BRAKES SCREECH)

Agh!

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLARES)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLARES)

Look out!

I'm going out there.
- What?

I gotta get my book.
- Alright, bring back that case of dynamite.

There they go. Back to Glory.
(TRAIN WHISTLE BLARES)

Steve, I'm thinking mighty serious

about killing that ice-sucking
radio-singing little friend of yours!

I got me one of 'em! I saw him fall!

Where?

Who is he?

He's from Pittsburgh.

(GUNSHOT)

It appears to me Mattie Appleyard
is a murderer again.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

I don't suppose it would be fitting
of me to ask the proprietor of this
establishment a personal question.

Such as what?

How much these beans
stand him a case.

I would admire so much
to stock such a brand in the store.

Oh, Lee, I would hate to tell you how
far away that store is this morning.

Mattie, we're right next to
the bank. That's the first place
you'd figure they'd look for us.

It's the last place
they'd figure us to be.

What about him?
He must know why we're here?

I know why I'm here.

I'm here to go in there like any other
honest American and cash his cheque.

It's your money, Mattie.
You worked for it.
- That's not the important part.

What's important is as long as
they've got that money locked up in there,

they still have some of me
locked up, too.

If I'd had any sense, I'd have hired
a boy scout troop to go down there
and set rabbit traps for 'em.

That's no way to look at it,
Mr Grindstaff.

After all,
who can foresee the unforeseen?

Who can foresee the unforeseen?

My God, man,
that's right out of Aristotle.

Well, I'm sorry,
I didn't mean it to be.

Never mind. Who was it... Just
a minute. Who was this man, you say?

Sizemore. Roy K Sizemore.
He was a salesman.

Well, that's murder, you know.

That means Appleyard can be shot
on sight even in front of witnesses.

That's the plan, Mr Grindstaff.

As far as they know, they're not
guilty of nothing. They're just
coming into town to cash a cheque.

(LAUGHS)
It's kind of beautiful, ain't it?

You think they are here in town now?
- If they are not, they soon will.

Of course, if you think that me
and the boys can't handle it,

I can go to the sheriff's office and
have him call in the state police.
- That's crafty thinking, Council.

Then I can call in
the state auditors

and after they go over the books,
we can invite in the state police

to haul in my ass and your ass
and a whole lot of other asses
over to the jailhouse.

Mr Grindstaff.
- In a minute!

Auditors is going to be
poking their nose in, anyway.
- Not before I get done doctoring up

these convict working hope savings
accounts. Brains, Council, brains.

That's what it takes to keep the
resources of this town from falling
into the hands of convict scum.

What is it now, Clara?
- Good morning!

Kind of foggy out there today. I
imagine it'll burn off by 11 o'clock.

Oh, are you...

Are you Mr Grindstaff,
the man who made out this cheque?

Good, good.
I'm awful happy to hear that cos
you're the man who's gonna cash it.

Don't do that!
- Sit down, Council.

Now, Mr Grindstaff,

these are various links
of Bickford safety fuse.

Fuse?

Fuse, that's right.
They are tied in with these.

These are... what's next to my heart
what you might say.

What's that?
- Well. It's just what
you're looking at, Mr Grindstaff.

12 sticks of DuPont high-velocity
gelatine dynamite.

And 12 mercury fulminate dynamite
caps. I reckon that ought to do it,
don't you think so, Mr Grindstaff?

Is this your way
of sticking up a bank?

No. No.

No, I'm not a bank robber.

I'm just an American who's come
into a bank to cash a cheque.

I'll see you in hell first.
- Well, that's very possible, Mr Grindstaff.

Very possible indeed.

And sooner than you think if you
don't get me my money right quick.

Captain Council, some of these fuses
here are short burning

and if you don't sit back down there
and stay there,

I'm gonna light one and when I do

you can start counting to five,
but you'll never get there

because between two and four
this office and this bank

and half this city block
will just go to kingdom come.

I got 60 more pounds of it in here.

Oh! The bag of blasting powder
must have busted.

Spilled all over the dynamite.
Look at that.

For God's sake man,
watch your smokes!

Well now, you want to go into the vault
and get me my money right quick?

I'm warning you, this is a crime
you won't get away with.

I'll go along with you on that,
Mr Grindstaff.

Suicide is one crime
you can say that about.

It's also one crime that nobody ever
got locked up for.
- Suicide?

Don't... Don't you...
Don't you understand?

Don't you really see
what I'm getting at?

If I don't get my money,

it's gonna make me feel
so sad and depressed

I don't think I'd really be
interested in living anymore.

Are you trying to tell me that
you intend on blowing yourself up?

Me and you and Captain Council

and 50 or 60 innocent people

in the immediate vicinity.
- I think you're a liar.

Council, do you think he means it?
- In my best judgment, Mr Grindstaff, he does.

Alright, I'll give your money!
Can you stop that thing?

Whee! (LAUGHS)

You look kinda peaky, captain.
Lack of sleep maybe?

25,450.

One...

$25,452.

And 32 cents.

And 32 cents.

Damn you.
- It's a pleasure doing
business with you, Mr Grindstaff,

even though you do have a little
trouble understanding what's yours
and what's mine. Good day.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

Out the back way, quick.

Did you get it, Mattie?

We'll all split up. They're after us
for murder this time.

Did you kill anyone?
- No, I'll explain later, now do as I say.

We'll meet under the trestle up by
the station. We'll hop a freight out.

Hey, you fellas!
We're leaving.

Have you got a kid back there?

That ain't him.
- How about him?
- No.

There's one back in there.
- Watch that thing!

Get down off of there.
Get down off of there!

While you still can.
Back up. Back up!

Come on, Joey. Come on.
Come on, get through there!

Maybe we ought to hop her
when she pulls out.

It's a hanging matter now.

I'm not leaving Mattie.

But Johnny, murder.

Look, you ain't murdered nobody
and I ain't murdered nobody.

Now Mattie said he never would
and I believe him.

Mattie will know
we've gone to Stonecoal.

He'll follow us and he'll know.

No. We've got to... go.

Lee!
- Tomatoes.

Red Ripe.

I'd sure admire
to stock a delicacy like...

(DOG BARKS)

Lonesome?

I'm Sonny Boy and this is Chanty.

She's 16 years old.

She is a cherry, just as fresh
as this morning's milk.

She ain't all we got
down at the houseboat.

We got store-bought cigarettes, beer,

wine, whisky,
anything you want. Anything.

I sure could do with a
good drink of whisky.

Come on, then!
It's just down the bank.

What d'you say, Johnny?

Lee, Mattie said to wait for him
under the trestle.

Now he wouldn't know
to look on a houseboat.

I sure could do with
a good drink of whisky.

Come on, it ain't far.

Go on if you want to, Lee.

But I'm waiting for Mattie.

Cleo!

Cleo!

Chanty, go on back to your room.

You can make yourself scarce too,
Sonny Boy.

I send you out for a live one and
you come back with an ex-convict,
fresh from the bricks.

Cleo�
- Out!

Take your hat off, mister.
- I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm not used to
being amongst ladies.

That ain't for me,
it's for the flag.

We respect that around here.

Five won't buy you the girl.
First man to get her will pay $100.

That'll buy you 20 shots
out that bottle there.

Pour a drink, for both of us.

What times!

You wouldn't believe it, mister.

I used to work 20 girls, 24 hours
a day, right up there in Glory.

Till the DARs ran me out.

Come on.

Well, what you served time for?

Oh, just a little misunderstanding.

What did the court call it?
- Bank robbery.

(LAUGHS)

Drink up, mister, and drink free.

This is on Cleo.

I'm proud to have you
sitting under my roof.

Hey, buddy? Got a dime on you?

Where's Lee?
- He went on down the bank
to a houseboat, Mattie.

Went with some fella and a girl
to get him a drink of whisky.
- Hold this.

Alright, let's go.

Did you ever hear tell of the DARs?

No, I don't think.

They're ladies

who had ancestors
in the Revolutionary War.

Them snobs!

They won't let me join.

I lost my great grandmother
in that war.

And they won't let me join.

I'm real sorry to hear that...
ma'am.

How did she die?

Infection.

Some revolutionary colonel
with a set of wooden teeth

put a splinter in her tit!

(GROANS)

Makes me shudder to think about it.

And it was just as honourable
a wound as if she died in battle.

I mean...

she'd given everything she had
to the country.

She died doing what I do.

What my ma did.

And her ma did.

We've been putting out
for soldiers since 1776,

the DARs won't let me in.

(STARS AND STRIPES PLAYS)
Stand up, mister.

That's the Stars And Stripes
Forever.

(DISTANT MUSIC PLAYS)

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(MUSIC STOPS)
Who are they?

They're my friends.

You're all in trouble, ain't ya?
- I wouldn't put it
exactly like that, ma'am.

How would you put it?
- Well, bad trouble.

Are they close behind ya?
- Awful close, Lee, awful close.

Well, any friend of a bank robber
is a friend of mine.

Get in that back room, quick.

(DOG BARKS)

(DOG WHIMPERS)

Well,

what brings you out
on a cold morning, Dallas Council?

Kicking in the doors of honest ladies all
settled down for a little morning's drunk?

It's not like old days, is it, Cleo?

Oh, don't remind me of them days, Dallas.

I ain't seen a black sheet or a whip
or a mirror in a month of Sundays.

Where you been since then?

Tying up in any little tank town
where there is a chance
to make a dishonest dime.

There's a skiff outside the window.

Come on. Out the window. Hurry!

Where are they, Cleo?

I don't know
what you're talking about.

You oughtn't to your friends, Cleo.

Now, why would I hide anybody?

Why would I lie?

Money?

Five dollar bill
and seven cents car fare?

$25,452

and 32 cents.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

I won't be needing this.

What's your name, child?
- Chanty Thorn.

Cleo took me in
when nobody else would.

Do you want to go with us?
- You'd better hurry, Mister.
Whoever it is, I'll stall them.

I want you to get away.
I know what it is like not to.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(DOG WHIMPERS)

Just put your substitute down
on the chair and get off my boat.

You work for the big rockpile,
you've got no right to be here.

You're making a big mistake, Cleo.

I think something got into you.

When was the last time
you had a short-arm inspection?

Just put it right down on the chair!

All right, Cleo.

It'll be the first loaded thing that
ever had its butt in this chair.

Agh!
(GUNSHOT)

We shouldn't have left them.

We shouldn't have left
that girl there, Mattie.

We don't even know her.
What does she mean to us?

She's so young. So helpless-looking.

Look, Mattie, look! That's Ohio!

We're almost there.
We're almost free.

That old Doc's back there
on the bank looking for us.

Start rowing back.
- What did you say?

I said we're going back.

But, we're almost there.
We're almost free.

That doesn't matter now.
Are you going to turn around or not?

We shouldn't have left that girl
there. Get back in that seat.
Give me the oars.

Where they at?

(SCREAMS)

(DOG BARKS)

You take care of her,
I'll see if he hurt the woman.

Well, look here, ma'am.
- Fiive years.

Five years I've lived in squalor.

And you kind gentlemen come on board
and put $25,000 in my lap.

Where'd you put it?
- I don't know what you're talking about.

The suitcase you brung aboard, where is it?
- Oh.

Well, I guess you got us.
- Where is it?!

One side.

Mattie, that's...
- That's right, Lee, that's all we have.

All you had, you mean.
- Ma'am, about the girl here.

What? The girl?

Take her, I don't need her now.
Just get off my boat! All of you.

All right, all right.

With all this money, I'm the one
setting up store, now.

I'll have girls like her
by the score.

I'll have a fine house in Wheeling.
Or Cincinnati!

I'll join the DARs. Go on, get!

Get out!

Ma'am, are you sure you know what usually
happens to the greedy of this earth?

They live in clover. Now, get!

Well, it's none of my business, ma'am,

and I'm nobody to be giving
a lady like you advice,

but it just seems to me that you
could use some spiritual guidance.

Get!

So long, suckers!

(STARS AND STRIPES PLAYS)

(LAUGHS)

She sure is patriotic.
- Yes, she is.

But I don't think
she's ever gonna get into the DARs.

There's more than one way
to skin a cat!

Why she do that, you reckon?

A man...

A man walks into a bank
to cash a cheque

and finds himself in a war!

You couldn't have known.
Who'd have thought she'd -

I am sick and tired of everybody
trying to steal and cheat me out of
what I spent 40 years hard earning!

From now on,
it's gonna be a fight all the way.

I've got these two hands
and I've got a brain and I tell you,
it's not just the money!

I'd fight just the same if it was
a Mason jar full of navy beans
I'd spent half a lifetime saving!

A man comes into town
to cash a cheque.

(SIREN WAILS)

This is how it ends.

$25,452 and 32 cents

all out there in the river.

Maybe.

Maybe... not.

Are you sure you searched that
woman's houseboat thoroughly?

There was no place for them to hide.

I have a hunch
they're still around here somewhere.

And with no dynamite.

It's Doc.

In that old car of his.

It's just like him to stay around
sniffing and watching
after all the others have gone.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLARES)
Westbound freight. Our only chance.

Alright, alright.

We'll wait until the first five cars
have passed.

He's on the other side
so that'll make a cover for us.

We did it! We did it!

We're just leaving
and he's sitting there!

In just a little while,
we're going to have that store!

A general store.

Hey. Hey, Johnny,

I got an idea.

Something you can make
a real career out of.

You see this?

That's a... That's a shoelace.

I'm going to stock them
in the store.

And you know what part of a shoelace
wears out first, don't you?

The tips.

So?
- Don't you see, Johnny?

You can make a whole career
out of re-tipping shoelaces.

(SINGS)

You... can't see it, can you?

Kids.

You try to help...

Can I sit with you, Johnny?
- I was gonna ask ya but I didn't know
whether you'd want to.

Wake up, Mattie.

Mattie, wake up!
- What is it, what's wrong?

You mind how there were no hobos
on this train when we hopped her?

What are you saying?
How long have we been asleep?

I dunno, but there's a good reason
why there are no hobos on this train.

This train wasn't from no place and
it ain't going no place, neither.
Take a look.

That wasn't a freight train at all.

The yard engine.

They hauled us round for a while and
then shunted us back on the siding.

Like some kind of a dream.

Five, six hours in here, we haven't
moved away from Glory 15 yards.

Like some kind of fools' parade.

(MUSIC PLAYS)

Willis, don't you think
you've had enough to drink?

I can't get drunk, Enoch.

This is the 4th one I've had
and I barely feel it.

That's your conscience telling us
to tell the Glory police
what happened last night.

It's too late, it's too late.

Glass of water, please.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

You don't look at all happy, Willis.

Must've had a bad night, hm?

You take care of yourself, Willis.
There's a sickness in the air.

A man never knows
when it's gonna get him.

Mattie, what we gonna do?
It's broad daylight and old Doc
is sitting there in the car.

I know, I know, I know.
I just need time to think.

There has to be a way out of this.
There has to be.

(DOG BARKS)

Oh, hell.

I'm going home, Enoch.
I'll see you on tomorrow's run.

Alright, Appleyard! Come on out!

(BANGS ON CAR)

Do you hear me?
I know you're in there!

Take the train down, kick two in the
O.R. storage and two in number four.

You hear me in there?
I know you're in there!

Come on out!

You ain't getting away this time!

(TYRES SCREECH)

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS)

(DOG BARKS)

I can't take it any more.
This is all I can do for you.

You understand that, don't you?
- Oh, we understand.

You didn't have to do this much.
We appreciate it.

Just remember, this is all.

Well, not quite, Mr Hubbard.

You could tell the police
what happened last night.

And get myself killed? Oh, no.
Why don't you tell them?

Well, I am afraid our word won't mean
much against the Glory Merchant Bank.

You can take off from here
in any direction.

Maybe now I can go home
and get a little sleep.

Maybe you'd get a lot more sleep if
you drove right into Glory and gave
your whole story to the sheriff.

Are you crazy?
Even if Council missed me,

I'd end up in Glory prison.

My wife is sick,
there's a mortgage on my house.

These are sorry times for honest men,
Mr Hubbard.

Sorry times.

Appleyard?

You just don't understand
my position.

That's one thing I do understand,
Mr Hubbard.

Maybe the only thing.

Another eviction.
- Yeah.

And another bank
I'm about to be in trouble with.

I knew he wouldn't take them far.
He's too scared for that.

Are we going to stay here tonight, Mattie?
- I'm tired, Johnny.

I'm tired of running.

It's time I did some heavy thinking
for a change.

I... It can't go on like this.

It could be real cosy
if you wanted to build a fire.

How would he ever know
to look here for us, Mattie?

He's an evil man.

Evil finds its own way.

You know, it's kinda queer him being
a Sunday-school teacher and all.

God uses the good ones

and the bad ones use God.

(DOG BARKS)

I guess we'll walk for a while.
- Dallas.

Dallas.

Before we take this little walk,
I'd like to ask you something.
- Questions is free, Steve.

When you get this money,
are you really gonna give it back
to the bank?

You two ain't getting greedy on me,
are you?

You and your radio-singin'
little friend.

That ain't it Dallas,
we've been with you all the way.

I just don't think it's fair
if you keep it all.
- Fair? Did you say fair?

What's fair?
- You know.

I've killed five men for Homer Grindstaff!

I've pulled him and his Goddamn
books out of the fire five times!

I made it a little money on it,
but this time it's for me.
This time it's Christmas.

For all of us.
Sure, Steve, I'll divide with you.

Where are your folks?

My pa was killed in a mine and my
ma, she ran away with a bootlegger.

I don't have anybody now.

I don't, either. Never did.

You've got me. If you want me.

Remember the first time
we saw each other?

I took one look at you
and knew liked you.

Well, a person just don't
like somebody without any cause.

You know Cleo was trying to sell me.

Yes.

Some of them were nice.

But I never saw anybody
I wanted to do that with.

Do you know what
I'm trying to tell you, Johnny?

(DOG BARKS)
That's old Bob Darnis' place.

That's where your dog
is running to, alright.

The bank put Bob and his family
out in the cold last winter.
Nobody lives there anymore.

Looks to me
like somebody's busted in.

Somebody like we're looking for.

I want that Mattie Appleyard
for myself.

Alright, let's see how good you are.
You lead off.

Keep good 10 yards between us
until we reach the farmhouse
and then we'll all rush in together.

Dallas, where do you think
we should go when we get the money?

Mexico.

I never was no good at dividing,
Steve.

(GUNSHOT)

What is it, Mattie?

It ain't nothing.

I thought I heard something.

What?

It's just the wind.

(GROANS)

Steve!

Steve!

(SOBS)

Never did like boys.

(GUNSHOT)

Hello, Mr Hubbard.
Do something for ya?

Something wrong?

It's taken me 40 years
to learn to live in peace, Lee.

40 years after those two killers came
scrabbling up that slag pile after me

with their Winchester rifles
and their Colt pistols.

I had a bad temper then.

The more they kept shooting at me,
the meaner I felt.

All I had to fight with was dynamite.
That's all.

And then they shot my partner dead
so I did some fast priming, tying and timing.

Lee, I tossed a better pitch

than you ever saw
in any prison baseball game.

I just blew those two jokers
right off from under their hats.

And here I am again.

Here I am.

Nothing to fight with but dynamite.

Where do we go from here, Mattie?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.
I'm through running.

You and the girl and Johnny,
you go ahead if you want to.
I'm making my stand right now.

I've always been ashamed
of not knowing who I am.

That's why I wanted
to go back to Glory.

I know who you are, Johnny.
- I know now, too.

(DOG WHIMPERS)

(DOG BARKS)

(HUMS "Shall We Gather at the River?")

Do you hear that, Mattie?

(HUMMING CONTINUES)

Mattie!

Mattie?
- Is he dead?

He's bleeding here.
- What are we gonna do?

I don't know, Lee.

Can you fix dynamite?

I've never handled it before.
- Me, neither.

Mattie talked about dynamite
all the time, I never listened!

Cap. It wants a cap.

Be careful, Johnny,
cos it could blow us all up.

Even if I do, Lee, he won't get us.

Get down!

(HUBBUB)

I'm gonna have me a store in heaven.

That's the only way
I'll ever get one, in heaven.

This money is right back
where it belongs, Clara.

They'll be in jail
the rest of their lives.

Maybe even be hung.

The prosecuting attorney's
filed his charges. Let's go.

(HUBBUB)

(HUBBUB GETS LOUDER)

Well, there they go. (LAUGHS)

(HORN BEEPS)

Mr Grindstaff?
- Yes?

Homer, you are under arrest.
Prosecuting attorney here
has something to say.

Make out the cheque to Mr Mattie
Appleyard for $25,452 and 32 cents.

Cashable anywhere in the state?

Anywhere from Wheeling to Stonecoal.

Ma'am, I'd like to cash this cheque.

(ALL CHEER)

Looks like you're a hero,
Mr Appleyard.

No. I'm just an American
coming into a bank to cash a cheque.

(TRAIN WHISTLE BLARES)
Does Tighe see something, Mattie?

I can't understand it.

We're being followed.

(DOG BARKS)

Mattie, what does Tighe see now?

Tighe sees that store pretty clear.