All language subtitles for The Outsider [2002] {1080p}

I'm ready, Da.

And where are you going,
our Benjo?

I'm going with you.
You have to stay here.

But why?
You have your own chores,

which I count on you to do, Ja?

Besides, I need you here,

to protect your mother.

I'll see you tonight.

Let's go inside, Benjo.

Benjo?

Come on. Come on, now.
Pull me up now.

Hey, there!

Uh, morning, Mister, uh, Yoder, is it?
Ja, I'm Ben Yoder.

Ja!

That just kills me, you know,
the way they say that. "Yaw."

I thank you to mend that fence
you just cut.

My sheep will get out.

Well, see,
now that's just what we intended.

You got no right to
fence in open range.

This is not open range anymore.
It's my land.

Legally homesteaded.

Mr. Hunter knows that.

We ain't fixin' no fence.

Are you all right?

Get off my land.

My family has worked this land
for three generations.

Along come you strangers with
your fences and your sheep...

and your piece of paper, think you own it.

We'll make this easy.

I'm gonna buy it from you.
I won't sell.

No, I guess not.

But your widow will.

Benjo!
What is it?

I don't know!

No...!

Our Rebecca.

You can go back to town.
We take care of our own.

Mrs. Yoder... take this.

She does not need your pills, Doctor.

She will pray.

Have it your way.

When will someone stop this man?

You'll have to take that up
with the Sheriff.

Tell us. Have you arrested
Fergus Hunter and his hired killers?

I've been over there and
I've talked to them.

They said they caught Ben Yoder
with Hunter cattle.

And I suppose Ben Yoder
cut his own fence, too.

No, they cut the fence all right,
and I told them to fix it.

A man's dead, and they will fix the fence?

Hunter has witnesses.
Nothing I can do.

So this is your justice?

Time and again,
Satan comes as a wolf among lambs,

slaughtering the innocent.

And yet you...
You do nothing.

Pays to stay on the winning side,
don't it, Getts?

I don't make the rules, Doc.
Oh.

You just work for the man
that does.

M-M-M-Mam?

Benjo, ride into town
and fetch Doc Henry.

Benjo, you have to.

But I c-c-c-...

If you can't say it to him,
then you write it down, okay?

This man is dying, Benjo.

Now, go!

Judas,
how much blood can you have left?

The bullet glanced off his
rib and lodged right next to the liver.

Is he gonna die?

I've seen men punctured with
more holes than a pie safe

and they still clung to life.

Well, makes you wonder why
they bother.

Another one.

Do you think he's...
A shootist?

Yeah.

You still want to save him?

He's God's creature.
It is God's decision.

If God had an ounce of sense,

he'd send this one before the day is out.

But you will do your best to prevent that.
Yes.

I'll try to save us the trouble
of burying him.

Help me out here, will you?

Hmm. Well, look at that.
Prison shackles, no doubt.

Yeah, let's get this off him.
Okay.

Hmm.
Somebody took a whip to him, too.

Makes you wonder what kind of
marks were left on his soul...

and if he'll thank you for saving him,

in the unlikely event that he lives.

Hold him down.

Hold him down, hold him.

Okay.

There it is.

I'm going to leave you this carbolic acid
to cleanse his wound.

You needn't fry his insides
with any more kerosene.

But I thought you were taking
him with you.

He's in no condition to travel,
or to do you any harm.

M-M-M-Mam?
Is he gonna shoot us?

We mean him no harm, Benjo,
so why would he want to hurt us, hmm?

Besides... he'd need these.

Noah!
Benjo.

There's a man in our house.
And the doctor sewed him up

and I-I got to watch.
Is that so?

Well, our Rebecca.
Noah.

In your bed?
What was I to do?

Dump him in the corner like a
bundle of old gunnysacks?

Would I say such a thing?

Hmm.

The boy said you had the doctor out.

He would have died otherwise.

We don't need outsiders
all caught up in our lives.

We need to do kindness, our Noah.
You don't listen.

You never did.
You reason things out for yourself.

God gave us minds.

He must have meant us to reason.

For the head of the woman is the man.

My man is dead.

You set this food that was
meant for me at Ben's place.

I have to believe...
I did it without thought.

It is no disloyalty to him
for you to turn to me.

I cannot think about those things yet.

Ben is gone, Rebecca.
So is my Martha.

And we still have lives to live.
Plain lives.

With boys to raise

and more children to bear for the glory
of God and the church.

The Zooks' barn was burned to
the ground last night.

Every week it's something else.

You need the protection of a husband.

You'll be running low on firewood soon.

I'll send my boy over in a
few days with his axe.

That would be kind...
if Mose doesn't mind.

He does what I tell him.

Everything comes to be part of the music,
sooner or later.

And now you have, too.

I don't know where it comes from.

Music is forbidden in the Plain life...

except for singing of the hymns...

so I've never told anyone.

Where's my gun?

Where is it?

It's in the cabinet.

Now go get it.

When you let go.

Where am I?

In a safe place.

No such thing.

What did you do to scare my boy?

Well, I might've said "bang."

Put that thing down.

It appears to me you don't have
a hell of a lot to worry about.

Hear me well.

I'll let you die before I let
you harm my boy.

Maybe I can change your mind.

Evening, Doc.
Mr. Hunter.

Sheriff.

Some sick people out at the Yoder place.

Concerned about your
neighbors' welfare, are ya?

You recognize anyone?

Well, is that him?

Is that the man out there
with the Yoder widow?

Yeah.

I was up there looking at
the hole in his side.

Probably dead by now.

I'm thinking those holy howlers
have hired him.

I thought they relied on
the Lord to fight their battles.

Maybe they're getting sick of losing.

What the hell?

Are you some kind of nun?

I'm a daughter of the Plain people.
This is a Plain house.

We trust in our God to take care of us.

Punishment for the wicked.

Punishment?
Is that what you think I'm offering you?

No.
No, ma'am.

You have my gratitude.

Well, it seems a bit late for
a proper meeting

since you've
already cursed me,

choked me and bled buckets
all over my best muslin sheets.

And you've stripped me buck naked.

I'm Rebecca Yoder.

Johnny Gault.

John said, "I am the voice of
one crying in the wilderness, make..."

"Make straight the way of the Lord."

You know the scriptures.

I've had a few lessons.

Where's Mr. Yoder?

"S"... "C"... "I"...

Concentrate.
"I"... "S"...

Concentrate, Benjo.

Someone's coming.

Stay right there, Benjo.

Mose!
Get in the shed!

Afternoon, ma'am.

Water the horses if you want.

Then ride on, please.
Much obliged, ma'am, but no,

that's not what I want.

Mr. Hunter,
my place is not for sale.

Must be hard for you and your boy.

Out here all alone since your
husband died.

Don't turn your back on me,
woman.

Now, you listen and you listen carefully.

Well, well.
Johnny Gault, isn't it?

I believe I heard you speaking unkindly
to this kind lady.

So?

So please don't do it again.

Ma'am.

I'll be seeing you again.
I hope so.

Ka!

Mr. Gault.
This is not the way to settle my...

Mam!

Mr. Gault.

The fever has settled in his chest.

Whoever it was said "only the good
die young" never lived in Montana.

Laudanum.
It will ease his passing.

God knows, where he's going
there'll be suffering enough.

The Lord may yet see fit to save him.

Huh.
He might.

Though I can't say I believe he'd be
doing the rest of us much of a favor.

But how can we know what
someone's fate will be?

You have a care, Mrs. Yoder.

The powers of darkness
sometimes do prevail.

It's okay.

Shh...

Shh...

You mustn't play music in this house.
It was wrong of us to listen.

Instruments of music are not allowed
in the Plain and narrow life.

We believe they lead us into sin.

Do you never sin, Mrs. Yoder?

Well, I don't go out of my way to do it.

I do.

Far, far out of my way.

Good girl.

Come on, shoo, shoo.

Where's my shirt?

It was...
Let me get one for you.

If you don't mind dressing partly-Plain.

Looks good on you.

In my line of work,

you have to learn how to read eyes
or you don't live long.

I don't want to know anything about that.

I will not have violence around my son.

Give me your word,

you will not harm my boy.

My word?

What if I was a shootist of some repute?

A gambler?

And a liar?

I think that you've been all
those things...

but... if you give me your word,

I'll believe you.

Then you have it.

Benjo, you eat those pickled
beets first.

And use your napkin.
Yes'm.

M-M-Mr. Gault?

Do you k-kill people?

Benjo Yoder, what a terrible
thing to say.

Now, you apologize.

There's no need, ma'am.

Oh, excuse me.

Shoo!
Off the porch.

Shoo!

Is that what they locked
you up in prison for?

Prison?
I was never in...

Oh, yeah, prison.
No.

That was because I didn't eat
all my pickled beets.

Come on!

Come on...
Whoo, that's it!

Come on.
That's it, come on, come on.

That's it, whoo!

Come on... whoa!
Hey!

That's it, come on.

Hey, hey!

Hey, hey, get back here!
Come on, now.

Come on, let's go.

It appears to me,

them sheep got you running
every which way over there.

Sometimes I think it'd be
easier to move the farm to them.

Could you help me out with something?

All our married men have beards.

But my husband once had a wound
that required him to be clean-shaven,

and I undertook to help him.

I sure hope you're not riled at me,
Mrs. Yoder.

Perhaps you should say your prayers,
Mr. Gault.

I hope this isn't your people's version

of the blindfold before the execution.

No.

This is my version of paying you back

for some of the anxiou moments
you've caused me.

Why do you wear this?

A woman's hair should be kept covered,

except from her husband.

Seems like you people got a rule
for just about everything.

Why would God or any man breathing
want to cover something so pretty?

How do I look?
What... am I bleeding?

No.
But your nose looks crooked.

Now look close,
I know I gotta be bleeding somewhere.

You are not...

Noah, how nice of you to come calling.

I broke a wagon wheel back on the road.

Oh.

Mr. Gault, this is my good neighbor

and my particular friend,
Noah Weaver.

How you doing, Mr. Weaver?
How do you do?

I came to ask Rebecca if your
ewes will be dropping soon,

will you need my help?

Oh, thank you.
Not just yet, I should think.

And if they come while
Mr. Gault is still here,

we'll see if we can't make a lamb licker
out of him.

I sure hope that ain't what it sounds like.

Have no fear, Mr. Gault.

You appear to be fit enough
to be moving on soon.

He's hardly ready to ride a horse.

I have a spare wheel in the barn,
if you like.

You want some help?
No, thank you.

Look at that bird.
Benjo.

Come on.

Truly the light is sweet,

and a pleasant thing it is for the
eyes to behold the sun.

Ecclesiastes.

What made you folks settle way out here?

Back in Ohio life was hard,
someone always trying to push us out.

My Da saw this very valley in a dream,
and he led us here.

We thought it would be our promised land.

Sometimes the will of the Lord
is hard to understand.

Yeah, there's always trouble
when sheep come to cattle country.

Mr. Hunter kills our animals
and poisons our watering holes.

And he had his men murder my Ben.

They hung him for a cattle
thief, is what they did.

I'll kill him for you if you want me to.

What?

Hunter and those men
that hung your husband.

No.

It was just an offer.
I figure I owe you.

Mam!

Benjo!

Benjo, what is it?
They were gonna hang me.

What?
Who?

What are you talking about?
Those men!

Let's shoot 'em!
C-c-can't we shoot 'em?

Benjo Yoder.
What a terrible thing to say.

Don't you say such a thing.

What would become of our souls,
Mr. Gault?

It's not your souls I'm worried about.

Benjo!

Benjo!

Benjo.

Come out, Benjo.

Teach me.

Do it for real.

I don't know if my arm can

take the kick of a gun yet.

But what if they come?

Practice.

It's time you got to sleep
in your own bed again.

'Til I can move on, I'll

bunk in that wagon out there in the yard.

That way if any trouble comes...

Whosoever shall smite thee
on thy right cheek,

turn to him the other also.

God will protect us without
the help of your guns.

Mr. Gault, I need your help.

What are you intending to do
with those guns, Mr. Gault?

Aim them at some poor ewe's head
and demand that she push harder?

No, I was fixing to point them at you

the first time you told me
to go lick something.

Just start by separating out
some of the ones

who look like they're gonna drop.

All right.
Yep.

All right.

Who wants to go first?

There's a baby one here but
I think it's dead.

Try to get it breathing.

What?

Grab it by the hind legs and
swing it around.

Swing it around!

Go on.

Get him breathing.

Come on, girl.
You stand this...

I've been thinking,
Mr. Gault,

if you'd like to stay on for summer,
I could pay you a dollar a day and found.

I'm thinking, Mrs. Yoder,
that I'd be bound to accept such an offer.

Why do I get the feeling I should have
held out for two dollars a day?

Your gun.

Hello, Benjo.

Levi.
This is my little brother, Mr. Gault.

You're apt to catch yourself a fly.

Good to meet you.

My older brothers and my father.

Brace yourself.

What are you thinking,
Rebecca, bringing him here?

He's here to witness the preaching.

And you just now sounded like
a sick hawk, our Samuel.

He's an outsider.
He does not belong here.

It's not a forbidden thing,

and I've hired him to work
my farm through summer.

Father.
Hmm.

Well, well, I must go.

We women sit separate from the men.

If a man say,
"I love God..."

and he hateth his brother,
then he is a liar.

For this commandment hath He given us...

that he who loveth God

love his brother also.

There you are, my Ben.

Something just for pretty.

That's what you used to say to me
when you'd bring me flowers.

We had us a nice crop of fat lambs.

And the bone pile's been small.

You'd have been so proud of Benjo.

It's hard sometimes.

Let's go!

Benjo!

Benjo!
Run!

Move, Benjo!

Look out!
Everyone, quickly! Into the barn.

No...!

Hurry, now, quickly.

Hurry!

He's all right.

Take your boy.
Go on back to the barn.

Look.
Stay inside.

You know,
I like the sound of it.

"Woodrow Wharton,
the man who shot Johnny Gault."

More like,
"Woodrow Wharton..."

"the coward who shot an unarmed man."

That ain't the way I'll tell it it.

Oh.
A coward and a liar.

You know, you're beginning to rile me, boy.

In spite of what you people have done,

I figure it would pain these kind folks
to see me blow your sorry head off.

On the other hand...

It wouldn't bother me one bit.

Enjoy your walk, Woodrow.

Johnny!

You're a good man.

Outsiders sought to take my
grandson from me.

You, an outsider,
gave him back.

This time.
But it ain't over.

Seems to me you should sell out
and move on.

They that trust in the Lordshall be as
Mount Zion, which cannot be removed.

Whoa to them that are at ease in Zion and
to them that are secure in the mountain.

If you can't be removed one way,
like as not, you'll be removed another.

God's will be done.
Rebecca. Abram.

Levi, Samuel.

You make jokes and deny
the power of God,

but you would be dead if
the horse had not spooked.

That was God's doing.

Well, sure enough.

That must have been a miracle.

Come inside, everyone.
Put that away, you'll get me in trouble.

Whoa.

What happened back there...
with your father?

I promised that come shearing season,

I would marry,

and you would be gone.

After I'm done at the dock
I'm gonna go find a horse.

You wanna help me pick one out?

A horse?

You're the one that promised
I was gonna be going.

I ain't walking.

How about if I buy us horse traders
a couple of sarsaparillas?

Yeah!

You better wait out here,
or your ma will have both our hides.

Two sarsaparillas.

Enjoy your walk, Woodrow?

Mister,
you are looking to get dead.

Next time...
I will accommodate you.

Looks like I'll need another.

Mam?
Benjo, I told you, I don't want to hear it.

But Mam...

It wasn't Johnny's fault.

He just went in to get us
a couple of sarsaparillas,

and then those men came in,

the ones who killed Da.

Johnny...
Johnny.

It's a beautiful morning.

The sky is so big.

I should be moving on.

You promised to stay through summer.

Do you hear that, Johnny?

The music the earth makes.
Do you hear that?

I hear all the sounds in my head.

And it comes together,
into music.

And I know it's wicked, but...
You could never be wicked.

What do you want, Rebecca?

You ask too much.

Johnny!

Johnny!

Johnny!

Where is he?

Johnny!

Johnny!

You kick me again and
I will leave you here to die!

Perfidious...

You deserve to drown!

Are you gonna come down and wallow
in the mud with the rest of us sinners

or cling to your high ground?

I believe I'll cling.

Go around to the other side
there and help me.

Now look what you've done!

You got me all wet.

I did not.

Now you're all wet.

But you're not... yet.

Johnny.

When I was about Benjo's age,
I lived in an

orphanage near Fort McKavett
down in Texas.

Every year come spring,
they'd get us all spruced up...

bath, clean clothes,
real haircut.

Take us down to the church.

We all thought it was so
somebody could adopt us,

so we're all thinking,
"pick me, pick me, pick me."

Of course, what those kind
folks were really doing was

just renting us out as cheap labor.

One year a hog farmer named.
Cowper did pick me...

and he put me right to work.

If I did the smallest thing wrong,

he would beat the living hell out of me.

So, the first chance I got, I ran away.

But he got the dogs after me
and dragged me back.

He chained me up to a post in the barn...

next to the scalding box,
right underneath a big carcass hook.

And then he hauled up a live
hog right there over my head,

and he took out his curved skinning knife
and he stuck that hog

and left it there, squealing and bleeding,

while he read to me from the scriptures.

It took that hog a
considerable time to die.

Then ol' Cowper gutted it

and told me he'd do the same thing
to me if I ever ran away again.

And after that, when I wasn't working,
he kept me shackled.

It took me...

two years to weaken

a link in that chain.

But one night, I finally got loose.

And I snuck into his house.

And I stood over him in his bed.

And I said to him,

nice as could be,

"Pardon me, Mr. Cowper."

And when he opened his eyes...

No, let me finish.

Let me finish.

When he opened his eyes,

I ran a pitchfork right through his neck.

And I've been running
and killing ever since,

and I am good at it.

I got eyes in the back of my head.

And I don't trust nobody.

Hm.

I don't belong anywhere.

I don't deserve God's forgiveness.

And I...

No.

I don't deserve you.

Just let me go, Rebecca.

Just let me.

Johnny.
Mose and Benjo, they

came up to take the herd early.

I know.

I asked 'em to.

Why'd you do that?

Rebecca.

Samuel!

He has already brought your
sister down to his level.

Do you want to sink that low?

Rebecca.

I cannot give up my family and my God.

It's too much to ask.

What'll they do to you?

They'll make me go on my knees
before the church and confess my sins.

I will beg to be absolved and
I will vow never to sin in that way again.

And it will never more be
spoken of by any of us.

And you will leave here,
never to return.

Well, that's what they want.
What do you want?

It doesn't matter what I want.

Yes, it does, Rebecca, that's
all that matters.

That's not true!

Marry me.

A Plain woman must marry Plain.

Why?
Why can't you do what you want?

I can't.

I had another brother,
Johnny.

And he had strayed from the Plain way.

He was placed under the ban...

was shunned.

We couldn't speak to him
or acknowledge him.

It was supposed to make him
turn back to us...

because no one can live
without family.

But he held out.
And so did we.

Until one night,
he came into my father's barn...

and he threw a rope over a rafter.

It killed him.

It killed him.

Stay with me, Johnny.

Stay with me until they do
what they will do.

Rebecca Yoder.

If you can face Almighty God
with a penitent heart

and confess to your sins now,

then ye shall be forgiven of them.

I confess that I failed to
keep myself separate.

That I took the outsider Johnny Gault...

into my house,

allowing myself and my son

to be touched by his worldly ways

and corrupting influences.

I confess

to having fallen
into the sin of fornication

with the outsider, Johnny Gault.

I confess to having

fallen in love with the outsider,

Johnny Gault.

The love I have for him,

it comes over me and over me.

It's like the music,

only it doesn't stop.

It just goes on and on.

And I think to myself...

if God loves all his creatures,
even the unbelievers...

would he demand that.

I deny the love I bear for this
one man?

Rebecca!

I looked into my heart

for the shame I must feel for
what I've done.

But it isn't there.

I cannot lie to you, or to God.

Or to myself.

I cannot pretend to believe
what I do not and I

do not believe that my love

for Johnny...

is wrong.

I am so sorry.

My brothers and my sisters,
I am so sorry.

Johnny!

Rebecca Yoder.

Rebecca Gault.

You have been placed under the ban
by all members of the church.

We will not share a table with you

or have discourse of any kind with you.

Never will we speak your name.

From this day forth
until such time as you repent,

to us you are dead.

I don't know why you've done this.

To seduce a Plain woman
from her family and her church.

Why have you chosen
to become her damnation?

Noah...

you know this woman.

She isn't damned.

What? What is it?
Hm. Tell me.

My music.

Yeah?

It's gone.

It'll come back,
don't worry.

It was the voice of God.

It won't come back.

You two be careful up there.

Boys.

Got your sling,
little David?

How come you can talk to me
but not her?

You're not being shunned.

We're not even supposed to
talk about her.

I'm sorry, Benjo.

There was a bear up here,
two nights ago.

Nice big one,
killed a couple of sheep.

I figure he'll be back.

Bears like their meat kind of spoiled.
And I'll be ready.

Hey!
Stop!

Mose!
Mose!

Put it down.

You tell Mr. Gault what happened here,
and who did it.

You tell him if he doesn't like it,
he knows where to find me.

I-I-I...

I'll take that to mean
that you'll do as I say.

Yah, yah!

I had to take the Weaver boy's arm off.

I've come for my boy.

He shouldn't be moved.

He's lost a lot of blood.

Oh, God!

Johnny.

What are you gonna do?

I'll tell you what I will not do.

I will not turn the other cheek again.

And watch one of my family get killed.

Is this the only one
who'd stand up with you?

Ray wanted to have a shot at you...

but that brat gave him a headache.

Get down.
Stay right there.

Mr. Gault.

What you don't seem to understand...

is that I always win.

Look out!

Your guns, your guns.

Please, no.

Mam!

Why aren't you doing anything?

Because she has a 44-caliber bullet

lodged next to her pulmonary artery.

You get that bullet out.

Boy, either way, she's going to die.

You save her, damn it!

Please,
let me go in her place.

Take me.

Pleaes let me die for her.

Let me die for her.
Let me die for her. Please.

Let me die for her.
God, let me die for her, please.

God, let me...
Let me...

God...

I can hear it.

The music.
I can hear it.

Tell me, Rebecca,
tell me about the music.

I can hear the stream...

And the wind...

The birds...

and I can hear the rain on...
on our roof.

I love you, Rebecca.

Oh, Johnny.

My Johnny.

Mam?
Mam!

It's you.

Thanks, Doc...
for everything.

You mind those ruts, now.
Don't you worry.

I'll take it nice and slow.

Let's go home.