Original subtitles

They say that when flies

become sticky, it means a storm is brewing.

I am Juan.

Tell me, Juan,

why has nobody taken this house for their home?

Old man once lived here, señor.

There is a hole in the roof.

Señor, who are you?

Alonzo.

Alonzo Murrieta.

Sir, I can help you with that.

I don't know who in hell you think you are, Mister,

but that's our well you're stealing from.

My grandfather built that well.

I say you ain't nothing but a thieving trespasser.

Search him.

He's unshucked.

Your grandpa, huh?

Should imagine that gives a man a right to a drink.

That depends on what side of town he might be from, see?

Last I heard, we done shifted the border over some.

That is to say, we ain't in no Mexico no more, boy.

What brings you here?

I'm here to reclaim my father's possessions.

Pedro Alonzo Murrieta.

It was his dying wish that I reclaim his house.

Why would a man think of this cursed place

when he busy dying?

Don't make no sense.

Don't make no sense, Verne.

What do you think?

I think I'll strip him out of them fancy clothes,

put him in a wooden suit.

He may even be rich.

Did you come in a wagon?

Huh?

Hell, ain't this one lucky day?

Huh?

Shut up, Reid.

I ain't shutting up, Cooper.

No siree, Mother's already digging

a grave for this lying squatter.

Beautiful.

I can kill him now, huh?

Brother.

They don't mean no good.

They'll wreck his pants in this place.

Now, why don't you tell us what you're doing, Mister?

'Cause I ain't seen shit worth a Boston dollar around here.

The house, ruined as it may be, I'm making a claim.

May I?

Mexican bosch.

The house deeds.

I bet he killed that man.

You killed that man you call your father, you yellow screw?

I came to claim my house and my share of water.

You want some of that there water, huh?

Well, you can just go right on ahead and take some.

Come on, y'all.

Better not keep me.

There's water for everyone.

Today, you can take what you want.

That bastard knows something.

I was born alone, now I'll surely die alone

if I'm to stay here.

Forgive me.

I'm gonna make the bell sing.

I'm gonna get you boys outta bed.

Close.

Real close.

Like this.

You a greedy man.

Greedy man don't got no place in Dry River.

I draw only what you allow.

Once a day.

Just like the rest.

You double dipping.

Go on and finish up now then, grandpa.

Go on now!

Dang, Reid, your aim's just as bad as your coffee!

Well, this time I'm gonna make the bell sing

for you, brother.

I bet you can't.

Goddamn it.

It was an accident.

It was God's work, I swear, Cooper.

It was God's work.

Pedro, I always knew you would return.

Help us.

Water.

Water.

Clarissa!

Now, let this be a lesson to all y'all!

Even fate don't got no sympathy for rule-breakers.

Out here, we decide who drinks and who dies.

Comprende?

Huh?

Damn straight!

There's enough for a few weeks of muddy tortillas, Papa.

Don't you go now worrying.

I hear they raise prize cattle Midwest.

That's what you need.

I'll be able to live on what you leave me.

At the well earlier, there was a stranger.

A man, just another man.

A gentle soul.

I ain't interested in no light-footed stranger.

He'll be going on, like all them others.

He smelled of honesty, Clarissa.

Hold still.

Whatever in hell do I need to be clean for?

Shush, Father.

The man that died at the well, he recognized you.

It was my father he recognized.

We wear the same face.

The same clothes, also.

Same eyes.

And the same gun.

They best work together when you come

from a family of hunters.

Some water?

Take it, I have enough.

There's no such luxury here, not normally.

Then I travel with good luck on my side.

Good luck doesn't go by the name of Dry River.

There's nothing but ruin and, beyond that, only desert.

I must get back to my father.

He'd like you to eat with us, if you care to.

If she'd care for me to oblige,

I may be more than willing to accept.

She would.

What do you think you're doing?

Back the hell away!

Stubborn like a mule.

Let me see that face.

Murrieta, sure thing!

A gentleman should remove his gun

if he's to dine at the table.

My apologies, Miss.

Pedro Murrieta.

He said he'd find where the rain had gone.

The mountains.

Quiet's all he was.

I would've brought him here.

Men came.

Landowners,

empowered by Porfirio Diaz's regime.

They took his land, and his life.

Well, that ain't good to hear.

I sorted them.

I did.

And with that, I wish for no hunting no more.

Did he ever mention the burial of a priest?

A priest with a passion for gold.

No, sir.

The only name he mentioned was before his last breath.

That of Miguel de Sandoval.

Do you know where Don Miguel rests?

I do not, Miss.

Then it's for the better good.

I figure this is in relation to those settlers.

Don Miguel, the priest, he beguiled the villagers

to his faith, convinced them that the statue

in the church would turn to gold

if they followed him in prayer.

One day, the town woke up to find exactly that.

I heard similar tales, mainly from men

with a crazy, yellow gleam in their eye.

Fool's gold, maybe, but it don't much deter

the likes of those that come looking.

I assure you, an empty house with a hole in its roof

is as much as I'm laying claim to.

I gathered a few of Murrieta's things.

The trunk in the stable, it's still there.

We'll find it.

Do you see any future, son?

I lost my future when I bloodied my hands

with my father's murderers.

All I hoped to find here was peace.

I guess there is no such place.

Dry River.

Do you still think he's honest?

His heart beats strong,

whether for love or gold, I neither know.

Follow me.

See those tracks?

Supply wagons use this route.

They used to stop here, but gave up on us a few years ago.

It's like waiting for the rain.

Then they're sure to return.

They will come, but not while word is out

there are robbers among us.

How far to the nearest towns?

About five full days' ride that way, Nogales.

Seven the other way to El Paso.

I used to travel there often before Boone lost his sight.

She also went blind.

A fash of gunpowder from a faulty round.

My father likes to say he lost his sight

from staring incessantly straight

at the bright, blinding beauty of my mother.

What will a hunter prey in a starved country like this?

We're the ones being hunted tonight.

We should get back.

Good evening, ma'am.

You take my water?

Good try, boy.

There's more lead in him than meat.

No joke, you ungrateful bastard.

Yeah, but how many times did you have

to go shoot the poor little critter, huh?

This ain't no time to go wasting bullets!

Hell, I have enough bullets left to make

a colander out of your ugly face.

Dang, Reid!

When are you gonna learn to start using your head

for something other than combing?

Wasting bullets or wasting time,

we ain't got time to do neither.

Clean yourselves up.

Damned disgrace.

Reid's been hunting.

Stupid asses.

Get it on a plate, and wipe the blood off the table!

That little prince, he thinks he's some kind of sheriff.

I trust him about as much as I trust you, Cooper.

At least he has the decency to visit the church.

Because he knows something, that's why.

If he does, then the Lord God brought him to us.

Me, I don't believe in nothing.

Only this.

Mother's become so damned religious,

she's training the town rats to stand up and pray.

Tomorrow, we can really start,

dig out the last section where we planned.

We are close now.

Once the news spreads, people will come from far and beyond.

Women will come and build their homes here,

and their communities under new laws.

Hear me when I say, they will come.

They will!

War widows will come, and they'll turn

this dirty wasteland into a fertile, child-rearing plain.

♪ Near the priest, I asked my boys ♪

♪ Whenever there's a storm ♪

♪ Montana is too cold for me ♪

♪ The winters are too long ♪

♪ Before the rounds do begin ♪

♪ The money is all gone ♪

What we got here?

Howdy, stranger.

Just shut up and dig, Reid.

We need to find the damn statue.

Get out the way.

Dang, there's nothing here.

That priest, I reckon he was as crooked

as a dog's hind legs.

Yeah, well, you try telling sweet Mother that.

We got one spot left to try, boys, and that's it.

Who in the hell do he think he is?

He ain't been doing much but mending his roof.

Old Reid's been watching.

This place is much improved.

I had a mind to come find you as soon as it was.

I can't stay here.

It's not safe for me to stay.

A couple of days ago, they did it again.

Knocked a man galley-west for taking one bucket of water.

Yeah, I heard it, from the boy Juan.

Child of that age should not have to witness such savagery.

It was beautiful here once.

You really do think the rains will come?

Might could just as well be digging our own graves.

A man sure as hell needs to be

fixing to make something of himself

if he wants to call himself a man.

Needs a pretty woman, too, real pretty.

Like Clarissa Hawkins.

Don't you even dream of her, you dirty dog!

Good day, brother.

May I ask you of water?

I trade you.

Here.

Take it.

Take it.

It will bring fortune on you.

Take it.

It's all I have.

Sorry to be nosy.

I just saw you.

I just follow you.

You're leaving.

On foot?

There is nothing here left for me to hold on to.

If I stay, I die.

But if I go, I might die, too.

I'd rather feed the vultures than die

down there by bullets.

Greed, fools, digging for nothing.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Perhaps they dig in the wrong place.

Soil, gold, makes no difference.

Takes more than food and water

for the human soul to thrive.

You came here with good intentions huh?

I hear that.

But beware, to bring honor to this town,

it might cost you your life.

When did you draw this water?

Sunup.

Hmm, I have taste this before, and it was bad medicine.

Hold up, sheriff.

I'll put a bullet right between your pretty eyes.

Time we all got properly acquainted.

You're safe here.

So you are Alonzo Murrieta, son of Pedro Murrieta,

a man who buried the dead.

You've been well informed.

I got everything he owns right here.

This sucker ain't worth a can of corned beef no more.

Mama.

You wanna take a look?

Fine drawings.

A worthy document.

Pedro Murrieta was a man of many talents.

He must've been a good father.

Brought me up well enough to know

a family of jackals, should I run into them.

It must be so tiresome to be so alone.

I don't blame your bitterness.

Us humans weren't born to live alone.

Wouldn't you agree?

Family is the most important institution for humans.

And family needs rules.

Without them, life descends into a spiral of sin.

You, I wonder, so handsome, so young,

why'd you come to this decayed and thirsty town

that's only meant for the dead?

I'm here to honor my father, and the town

that his father and his father's father before him built.

He's lying.

I have lived much, been shoved around,

stolen from, pushed to wield a gun.

When I heard about this place, I had a vision

that there was a town that history could be rewritten.

I knew it was me, and transcend this town, I will.

That's quite some work to be done against the odds.

There are no odds that don't shrink

at the point of a gun, son.

I very much believe we share a common ambition.

Don't we?

Except my ambition for this place

doesn't allow room for thieves and murderers.

I think it's time you told us

your interest in our business.

I saw him.

Yes, I saw him, when I was asking for charity.

He was watching you, he was.

He has it.

That thing.

What you up to, stranger?

Gonna tell us the truth now, ain't you, boy?

I ain't got nothing to tell you.

Ain't nothing gets my balls on fire

like a man trying to take me for a fool.

Blow his bloody brains out.

Blow his bloody brains out, that's what I say!

Unload that pistol in here,

and you'll have me to answer to!

Wanna play with me, boy, huh?

You wanna play with me?

Come on now.

Get off me, get off me now.

Cooper!

Get off me!

Got him, brother.

We just playing, Ma.

We just playing.

Ain't no thing.

Enough of this vulgarity.

I was starting to like you, son of a gravedigger.

You ain't got but five seconds left

for you to explain what's in that fancy book of yours.

They're my father's drawings of old Dry River's town.

Shows how it was before the drought.

Why, he ain't- - Let him speak, Cooper.

Give him some water, not too much.

People been treating this place like a candy store.

Señor, señor, that table water is flawed.

I've tasted and seen, it's no good.

Shut your mouth!

My mama's talking.

You better start flapping your gums, boy.

The few that didn't die of thirst and left

buried what they had so they could come back for it later.

I ain't interested in no one else

but Miguel de Sandoval and what he buried.

There ain't no record of no priest, and no statue.

He's lying like a rug, Cooper.

He lie, he lying.

He told me you were digging in the wrong place, huh?

I swear it.

Is this true?

You better start talking, boy, 'cause I'm

just about down with digging, you hear me?

The cemetery.

It ain't the only place they got buried.

Spit it out, boy.

The orchard.

They used the orchard.

Say, in the interests of all, we need

strong men for the town, for those who will come.

You work with me, and, in return,

God willing, when all is said and done,

peace will prevail, and that is what you desire, is it not?

Peaceful will be the day that sees you riding out of here.

Now, show our new partner some homegrown respect.

Not too rough on him, boys.

Give him some breathing space, you got that?

Sure, Mama.

I'll look after him like my own blood.

Show him home.

We start tomorrow for the orchard.

One more thing, Murrieta.

We kill deserters.

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Damn right.

Yesiree, I'd eat my own boots for a taste of rain.

Shut your cock holster.

No killing.

You, your father, and others need to stay safe.

They'll leave.

It's a cruel life.

You get a glimpse of hope, just to tear it away.

Clarissa, I'm not dead, not yet.

I intend to survive.

You have, your father, and many more.

And many have died.

The desert is vast, that is certain.

But dreams.

My heart is beating, and I hope yours is, too.

I call that love.

My heart is feeling, also,

and nothing can stop that now.

Not me, not you.

I call that a gift.

I am scared.

Despite the oppression, believe me,

I would rather die with you in my sight

than live anywhere else.

Promise me you will fight, Alonzo.

Fight for your life.

If you die now that I have found you,

I will surely die, too.

Dang, Verne.

You ain't gonna do it, brother.

What do we need him for, anyway?

We need him.

I've gone and invested way too much sweat

to have you take it out from me

for the infatuation of a woman.

Yeah, I'm looking at you, Cooper.

What do you know about feelings, huh?

Straighten out, or I'll be taking that there gun.

The hell you will.

Get some water.

We're getting low.

He's sick.

That bonny girl he set his sights on,

she got eyes for the sheriff.

On your feet.

Look like this one done caught that yellow fever, brother!

Hell, there's no remains in here,

but we could easily change that.

Where next, sheriff?

Hey, he's talking to you, mountain boy!

Let me tell you something about those mountains, Cooper!

Easy, boy.

They're full of animals, some big, and some small,

but all of them have brains bigger than your own.

That's why you've been out here

for six months and found nothing!

You boys need water.

You might could've killed me.

Hell.

Mama, Mama, the well, the well's almost dry.

It ain't good, no.

Then, it never was.

Well, what are we gonna do?

Carry on, son.

This ain't right, Mama.

We should leave while the horses are still healthy.

You don't wanna do that, Reid.

Think about it.

You don't wanna abandon what you've sweated

so hard for, do you?

Go back to being nobodies?

I don't care for anyone's laughter, Mama.

I don't need nothing,

nothing else than being alive.

My gut tells me this ain't right,

messing with the dead and all.

I don't like the way you're talking, Reid.

We Ryles, we stay close, through good and bad.

We stick together.

Catch.

Go tell your brothers we must hurry.

Now is the time to plead to the Lord.

The water in the well is vanishing.

We must plead with truth and propriety.

We must unite our voices together

to invite the Lord to reconsider his resolution.

Dear Lord, in thy mercy, send rain

on this dry and waterless town.

We pray in your name.

These are blessing stones of the holy church.

Do as I do.

We pray in your name.

Pray.

As I pray.

Come and pray with me.

It's not God I come to find.

I see.

I heard you at the well.

I wish to tell you me and my father's thoughts.

And why would I be interested in you?

Forgive me for saying,

but waiting for God to do something,

it would make more sense to send the men for help

to Nogales or El Paso.

And what kind of help do you think we'd get

with nothing of value here?

Human lives, they are valuable.

If the God you serve has reached those towns,

they will show us mercy.

I have only ever seen you in shadow,

like so many around here.

We have land.

The men could go get a loan and dig the well deeper.

I know when a young woman exudes love.

You weren't born to grow old and lonely here.

This is all about Alonzo Murrieta, ain't it?

I knew you wouldn't listen.

Faith, young woman!

We must prove our faith!

It's all or nothing.

Then the God you serve

is just as dead as your heart.

Clarissa Hawkins, no one leaves.

The well is almost empty.

Now, listen.

I hear nothing, only my breathing.

Only your fear.

Listen.

We have no means.

Etta is the priest returned.

She holds the town.

We must leave.

I am at the wrong end of life,

and I didn't make it all the way to this age

by choosing to follow fear.

Every scar, every ache, every white hair you see,

earned the hard way every day by not giving up.

Every day.

Now, you let me take those with me,

you let me take the worry and the fear with me, my child,

and you, yes, you, just make sure to be free.

Dare to follow your heart.

And give me pride.

That's all I ask of you.

No, no, no.

- Father! - Shush.

Clarissa...

trust Alonzo.

And now, my dear, you must...

fight for survival.

Now load the pistol.

I'm not minded to do no killing.

Load the pistol.

Needs oil.

Try the peacemaker.

Now hold it firm.

There's a coffin here, and I'm gonna find it.

Dig!

You've gone all wrongheaded since that woman got at you.

She'll be mine.

Wrong, sweet brother, she'll be his.

Ain't nothing gonna fix that mud fence ugly face of yours.

You mean this little critter here?

Huh?

Look at him.

He can't tell skunks from house cats, huh?

What you looking at, huh?

What you looking at?

- De Sandoval. - What'd you say?

Huh?

De Sandoval.

What you say, boy?

That's it right there, that's the tree there.

That what you mean?

We're supposed to be digging there?

Is that what you mean?

He says we should be digging there!

What you got there boy?

What is it?

Son of a gun!

Woo!

- Yeehaw! - What you got?

It's down here, Reid!

Come on.

What is it?

Affection for my mind, spirit, and soul,

be granted.

Come on now, help me get that lid off.

Huh?

Huh?

It's just a bunch of damn crap!

Now leave this town, and tell those you meet

there is no hidden gold in Dry River.

What are you gonna do, Alonzo Murrieta?

We will live our lives.

Without water?

I will ride to Nogales, bring help.

And then?

I will marry the woman I love.

Well, I say we hang him from that there Apache pine.

Whisky just ain't my temple.

Hold up, hold up.

We will do this, but we'll do it proper.

We gonna hang you where the whole town can see you.

Pack your war bags, gather the horses,

any water you can find.

We'll hang him in the morning.

Then we'll ride on.

Keep him pretty.

You don't wanna spoil the spectacle for the onlookers.

It ain't about her no more, Mama.

Of course it is, son.

It's about me.

Our kin never did like to feel humiliated.

Go, tell her you love her.

I gave you a brain, damn it, use it!

Okay, Mama.

You will have three days,

three days until your skin starts to shrink,

your blood starts to thicken,

and your organs start bleeding.

I like it when you're thinking of me, Sheriff.

Come the dawn, you will swing, and that's a stiff fact.

Yes, sir.

Watch him, brother.

Clarissa.

I come to you unarmed.

Then you made a mistake.

I made a few, but now I wanna make good.

Then you'll turn around and take me to Alonzo.

You're gonna leave here with me, princess.

I'm offering you a chance to start over.

You're drunk.

I'm asking for your hand.

I would rather die than go with you.

Just put the gun down now, please, sweetie pie.

Clarissa!

Clarissa!

Pa!

No, no, no, no.

No!

No, no.

Daddy.

No.

Step aside!

Your weapons are no match for our guns!

Our fight is not with you.

Lead us to Murrieta, and we will ride on.

I'm right here, Cooper.

Now, drop your guns, do it slowly.

You heard what he said, cowboy.

Is this what I get for all the help I give you?

Y'all know what's been going on here,

and, yet, look at ya.

Not one of you willing to do what has to be done.

The Lord's work!

This town has been dealt a great disservice,

a tremendous disservice to town and country.

I have worked tirelessly on this lawless southern border

to rebuild, to establish rules,

to make you all more righteous in the eyes of our Lord.

And you, your blasphemous father

got what he had coming to him.

Neither he nor you possess the guts to honor this land,

and you call yourself an American?

Well, I got something to tell ya.

This town belongs in the Union.

Warning has passed.

This is Satan's last stronghold.

Enough!

Now step down off that horse, Etta Ryles.

Real slow.

You stay where you are, Ma.

Ain't you glad we're leaving?

Happy to have the town back?

You ain't leaving.

You gave up that right when you murdered my father.

Seems we can't agree none.

Get off of that horse, Etta, or Verne gets it first.

I'm unarmed, son.

Verne, Reid, drop your guns.

Now you.

Get off that horse.

And make one false move, and I'll blow your face off.

Word is, Confederate State Army are passing

through here in five days.

You'll be handed over to them when they come through.

I'm taking my horse and I'm riding on.

That's right, ain't it, Sheriff?

Can't let you do that, Reid.

What have you done, son?

What have you done?

You ain't no family.

Cooper!

You will swing from that noose either dead or alive!

Come on, little prince.

You ain't nothing but a little rowdydow.

Cooper!

Cooper!

Cooper!

I'm done running.

You brought this on yourself, Clarissa.

If you'd have just loved me,

your father would still be alive.

But he's in a better place now.

Where my father is and where you're going

are two different places.

You won't shoot me, Clarissa.

I know you, your kindness is your weakness.

Throw down.

I told you, Clarissa.

I'm done running.

Yes, you are.

Marry me in hell, Cooper Ryles.

Sand and dust from old, heavenly books.

Tales of fertile lands, golden wheat,

and green woodlands.

♪ Rain is falling from the sky ♪

♪ Into your eyes ♪♪

♪ Into your eyes ♪

♪ Pain is recalling all the times ♪

♪ When the hellfire wind was burning ♪

♪ From the sin inside ♪

♪ So pack up all your things ♪

♪ And live to tell and hitch a ride ♪

♪ Driving through the dark with a devil ♪

♪ Sitting by your side ♪

♪ Feeling so blue like you're splitting in two ♪

♪ In your mind ♪

♪ But it doesn't really matter ♪

♪ When you're sinking in the sands of time ♪

♪ Blame you cannot hide ♪

♪ When you take a little stroll through your soul ♪

♪ In the mirrors of your mind ♪

♪ Day, it turns to night ♪

♪ In the dark of your heart, something's wrong ♪

♪ It will never be right ♪

♪ So pack up all your things ♪

♪ And live to tell and hitch a ride ♪

♪ Driving through the dark with a devil ♪

♪ Sitting by your side ♪

♪ Feeling so blue like you're splitting in two ♪

♪ In your mind ♪

♪ But it doesn't really matter ♪

♪ When you're drowning in the sands of time ♪

♪ Sink or swim, but you'll be drowning ♪

♪ In all the bodies washing up with the tide ♪

♪ And you can't begin to ever live again ♪

♪ 'Cause no one's getting out of here alive ♪

♪ It's insane to want to die ♪

♪ But you're living each day ♪

♪ Like you've already slipped away ♪

♪ Angel's wings will fly ♪

♪ Over your grave when they save your soul today ♪

♪ So pack up all your things and live to tell ♪

♪ And take a ride ♪

♪ Driving through the dark with a devil ♪

♪ Sitting by your side ♪

♪ Feeling so blue like you're splitting in two ♪

♪ In your mind ♪

♪ But it doesn't really matter ♪

♪ When you're choking on the sands of time ♪

♪ No, it doesn't really matter ♪

♪ When you're sinking in the sands of time ♪

♪ No, it doesn't really matter ♪

♪ When you're drowning in the sands of time ♪