(MAN COUGHING)
(TIRES SQUEALING)
(MEN SHOUTING)
(MEN SCREAMING AND YELLING)
Are you okay? Sure? Yeah, I'm okay.
Yeah, go check the son of a bitch out in the car.
Go on.
(STEAM HISSING)
Buddy, buddy. Are you okay?
Fine. But thanks for asking.
Now get your goddamn hands off me and open the door.
Don't go for the shotgun, old man. No, buddy.
Just open the goddamn door. No, no, no.
My leg!
It's broken.
Come here.
Move! You know the routine, old man.
Get your arms behind your back!
Get your arms behind your back. Now walk!
My leg.
Move aside.
My arm.
What's broken, your arm or your leg?
Your face.
Come on. Let's go. Take it easy. Take it easy.
Okay. Let them all go.
Bring his fat ass back here.
Do it.
Come on.
Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.
INMATE 1: Come on, get up. INMATE 2: Come on.
INMATE 1: Come on. Get up here. Come here, God damn it.
INMATE 3: Come on, man. Come on, move it.
INMATE 4: Get me out of here.
INMATE 5: Get out. INMATE 6: Move it.
Shit! Shit!
Steal the car, go to hell.
Shit.
Hey, buddy.
(MAN WHOOPS)
Let's go. Come on.
I told you I'd get you out, and I did it.
Billy.
Oh, God. Oh, God.
It should have been me in jail, not you. It should have been me.
Do you forgive me?
I forgive you, Billy.
I'm glad, man.
I couldn't...
I couldn't have that hanging over me for the rest of my life.
Billy.
You think that ought to hold you?
And some whiskey.
I wouldn't sell meat without whiskey.
What are you doing up this way?
Hunting.
In a suit?
What kind of hunting?
Pink flamingos.
ANNOUNCER ON RADIO: State police have rounded up 12 of the 18 prisoners
in yesterday's prison bus escape.
Authorities said that the six prisoners still unaccounted for
are to be considered possibly armed and dangerous.
You ever see any pink flamingos?
No, sir.
Never have,
never will.
You sure?
Yes, sir.
How much?
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
(MUSIC PLAYS LOUDER)
GIRL: Do we have to go now?
WOMAN: Yes.
Thanks for leaving me this mess.
You're welcome.
And you didn't make your beds.
Nope.
Mommy, can we get another dog?
We'll see, honey.
Night-night. Night-night.
You, too, pal.
Good night, Mom. Good night.
Sleep well.
(SHOWER RUNNING)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAK)
(SHOWER CONTINUES RUNNING)
(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)
(FLOORBOARDS CONTINUE CREAKING)
(LAMP RATTLES)
(GASPS)
(DOOR SLAMS)
Who named God "God"?
God did.
God named God "God"?
Mmm-hmm.
Why didn't he name himself Tom or Charlie?
Can I put some salt on this, Mom?
(EXPLOSION) (DISHES RATTLING)
It's okay.
(GLASS BREAKING)
It's okay. It's all right.
That's the dynamite again, huh?
Yes.
Okay, honey. It's okay. Just eat your breakfast.
BOY: Where's the salt, Mom?
It doesn't need any salt, Mookie.
Come on. Just a little.
Bree, did you move the salt shaker?
No.
I don't believe this.
E.T. took it.
Mookie. He did.
He was here. I heard him.
When?
Last night.
E.T.'s make-believe, honey.
He is not. He was here, Mom.
Mookie, you've got to stop making things up.
I'm not.
You are. Please stop it.
(QUIETLY) "World's greatest dad. "
(ON TAPE) Hey, Sam, this is me, Billy.
I wish I could be there to split all that money with you.
But I guess if you're listening to this,
then it's all yours now, right?
Well, you deserve it, man. I mean, being in prison all that time because of me.
Hey, I wonder which way I'm headed.
Either way, up or down, I guess I got a 50-50 chance of meeting Elvis.
How do you like that suit I picked out for you?
Anyhow, lay low and don't go getting into things the way you sometimes do.
Oh, and, Sam,
I'm glad I knew you.
(GRUNTING)
(EXPLOSION)
(BIRDS CHIRPING FRANTICALLY)
(EXPLOSION)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Come in.
Oh, come in, Lonnie. Come in, come in.
I want you to meet Mr. Dunston.
Lonnie Poole. Hey.
He'll be taking care of certain aspects of security and surveying.
Hey, well, don't mind me.
I've already briefed Mr. Dunston on the situation here.
So how are things going with Mrs. Anderson?
She's a little hardheaded,
but I think we're gonna work it out.
We're gonna need her parcel,
and the Lewis place next to her.
Well, it's 120 acres right in the middle of the whole development.
I know that, Mr. Hale.
We can't go forward without them.
What's your security training, Mr. Dunston?
(EXPLOSION)
Cleveland Police Department.
Why'd you leave?
Pick a card.
Take it. Take it.
DUNSTON: Go on. Pick a card.
You got it?
Yeah. All right,
put it back in the deck.
(CHUCKLING)
Let me ask you a question, Lonnie.
This Anderson woman, are you fucking her?
None of your goddamn business. Who is this guy?
I didn't mean anything by it.
I don't have to take this shit.
Lonnie, I didn't mean anything by it, man. I'm sorry.
Hey.
Was that your card?
No.
No?
Geez, I must be slipping.
Lonnie, why don't you go back to work.
Hey, good to meet you, Lonnie. Sorry about that.
You know, I'm not too optimistic
about our young friend's success.
Some of these landowners can be hard nuts to crack.
Then we use a hammer.
That was nice.
It was.
He come to see you again?
I don't wanna talk about this, Lonnie.
You know they're blasting over at the Braemer's again.
Turned the whole thing into a lake.
Yeah, I know. My whole house shakes.
So what?
Well, these people,
if they want something, sometimes they can play pretty rough.
CLYDIE: What are you saying to me?
LONNIE: I just worry about you.
CLYDIE: I live here.
They don't scare me.
You're something, you know that?
I'll see you.
I'm not gonna give up my home.
(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)
(FLOORBOARDS CONTINUE CREAKING)
MOOKIE: E.T., is that you?
(LAMP RATTLES)
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
How come you didn't throw the ball back?
Did you come down from outer space?
No.
How come you've got a gun?
Are you a bad guy?
No.
You like boobs?
Sometimes.
I think they're gross. I think they're totally gross.
My name is Mike.
But everybody calls me Mookie. What's your name?
Sam.
Well, see you tomorrow, Sam, okay?
I may not be here tomorrow.
Don't you know how to start a fire?
You have to let the air get in or it's not going to burn.
Going to cook something?
A steak.
Let me have it. I'll cook it for you.
Shit.
BREE: Mookie?
MOOKIE: Oh, God. Do you have to ruin everything?
I can be here. You're not the boss of me.
This is my sister, Bree. This is Sam.
I'm going to cook him a steak.
Me and my dad, when we'd go camping, he'd let me be the cook.
You don't remember that.
Yes, I do.
You were too little. Mom said.
I remember.
Where's your dad now?
Dead. He had a nurdism.
An aneurysm. Don't you even know anything?
He's in the cemetery.
He's a skeleton.
He is not.
CLYDIE: Mookie? Bree?
Well, we've got to go. Bye, Sam.
Hey.
Don't tell anyone you saw me here, okay?
Why not?
Because he doesn't want us to, all right?
Come on.
I'm gonna tell Mom.
MOOKIE: You better not. I'll tell Mom you smoke.
I do not. You do now.
(CATTLE LOWING)
BREE: Mommy,
what happened to him?
(SCREAMS)
No.
No. No.
No! No!
Get away!
BREE: Mommy.
(METAL CRASHING)
MOOKIE: Mom. Mom, who are these guys?
Mom. Stay down. Stay down.
Get out of the truck.
You're scaring my children!
Get out of the truck.
Leave them alone.
Sam.
Who the hell are you?
I'm the parking attendant.
And you're bothering my customers.
Come on.
(BONES CRACK) (YELLS)
(YELLING)
(GLASS SMASHES)
Oh...
Stay there.
Who are you?
He's my friend. His name is Sam.
Are you just gonna let him stand there?
What are you hunting?
Deer, mostly.
Deer is out of season.
Yeah, and jackrabbit.
We've got lots of rabbits, Mom.
I don't allow hunting on my property.
I'm mostly camping.
I don't allow camping, either.
Who were those men?
Come on. Come on, kids, up to bed.
BREE: Can we stay up for a little while?
CLYDIE: No. I mean it. Let's go.
We didn't say good night to Sam.
Say good night and let's go to bed.
I'll be right up.
Where are you from?
Québec.
What do you do there?
What difference does it make?
It's an innocent question.
I'm a lawyer.
Where did you learn to fight like that?
Law school.
Who were those guys?
Poachers, I suspect.
Thank you for the coffee.
Good night, ma'am.
Wait.
You don't have to sleep in the woods.
You can sleep in my barn for a night or two, if you want.
No, thanks.
You can hunt here all you want.
I thought you didn't allow hunting.
Maybe I changed my mind.
Are you afraid those guys will be back?
Forget it.
Wait. How much?
How much for the barn?
You don't have to pay me.
Are you sure?
Yes.
(VOICES CONVERSING INDISTINCTLY)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
(WHEELS SPINNING)
CLYDIE: Out of the way. Out of the way.
Bree, I've told you about running in front of the truck.
You don't go in front of the truck like that. Look, I have told you guys.
(KIDS LAUGH)
It's not funny. I'll be right back.
(KIDS ARGUING)
I did not.
Hi. I thought you might wanna wear these.
Who the hell are you?
I'm a friend of Clydie's.
Yeah, what's your name, friend?
Sam.
You got a wallet in those pants?
Something with an ID?
Sure.
CLYDIE: Lonnie? In here.
I'm naked.
It doesn't bother me at all.
Who is this guy? What are you doing?
Who is he?
He's my cousin from Québec.
He told me he was your friend.
My third cousin on my mother's side. What's wrong with you?
Lonnie, this is ridiculous. Put the gun down.
Sorry.
Can I talk to you a second?
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Do you want some more?
Yeah. Thanks.
Can you pass the salt?
The old bike in the barn, I would like to buy it.
How much will you pay for it?
I don't know, 200?
Three.
Take it or leave it.
I'll take it.
Are you gonna go away on it?
I have to fix it first.
It's too broken to be fixed.
He's got a big penis.
Bree! He does.
He was in the pond, washing.
He's got an average penis.
How do you know?
Because I saw it.
Already?
I don't wanna hear any more about penises.
Are you gonna sleep in her bed?
CLYDIE: I said, that's enough.
No one's gonna sleep in my bed except me.
Did you change your mind? You want to help me?
No.
But it's a damn good offer.
It's a better offer than you'd get if you sold to anyone else.
Well, I don't wanna sell it to anyone else.
I don't wanna sell it.
Mrs. Anderson, I know your financial situation.
Forgive me if this is a trifle indelicate.
You might not be able to make your payments.
And if you can't make your payments,
the bank will be forced to foreclose.
That's because you bought into the bank.
The bank never used to foreclose until you people came here.
Nevertheless, Mrs. Anderson, you must understand...
It will take a month to get the order to foreclose.
She'd get a lawyer.
He would file a writ.
That would delay a couple of months.
You would have to go to trial.
If you don't want to sell it, don't sell it.
Forgive me. You are who, exactly?
My cousin Sam.
Oh, hello. Franklin Hale. I'm delighted to meet you.
Well, thank you for your time, Mrs. Anderson.
Gentlemen, shall we?
Bye.
Astonishing, isn't it?
One little woman in the middle of a wheat field.
And what is she doing?
She's fucking us up.
HALE: My proposed development
is one of the largest of its kind in the West,
and represents a total investment
in your community of nearly $1 billion.
Now, what we're talking about here is natural beauty.
I must tell you.
I mean, this valley of yours,
it's one of the most extraordinarily beautiful places I've ever seen.
I mean, it's quite remarkable. And I do want to assure you,
under no circumstances, would my company or myself
ever dream of desecrating such beauty.
But you have, in this town, a lot of land
which can be used so much more efficiently.
And in a way that everyone would benefit.
Now I wanna guarantee you all, every one of you...
You all should be ashamed of yourself,
selling off your family heritage to this pitchman.
WOMAN: Tom, you're completely out of line.
You'll build your damn golf course around me.
I'm not selling my land.
Please, let him speak. He has the right to speak.
Please, please, let him speak.
My dear sir, at first glance,
there's bound to be opposition to a plan like this.
But your council people, I mean, who you have elected,
they understand the wisdom of our ideas.
And they have endorsed them rather enthusiastically.
It don't matter to me. And I know about the tactics
your people are using around town, and that's not gonna work, either.
Nobody's gonna tell me what to do with my land except me.
It's okay, Tom. They can't make us sell.
You sure? Are you sure about that, Clydie?
Let's go, honey. Let's get out of here.
(CROWD MURMURS)
Sam! Sam! Something's wrong. Come on, wake up.
What?
Come on. Come on.
It's our neighbor's barn, Sam.
Mookie, wake up your mother.
Tell her to call the fire department.
Now. Go!
Tom!
Are you okay?
My husband's in there. Please help him.
Stay back. Stay! Okay.
Help him. Please help him. Please!
TOM: Come on. Come on.
(NEIGHING)
Let me help.
Come on. Pull him out.
Push or pull him.
Hyah!
Get out. Come on.
Get that one.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Go, go.
Come on. Let's go.
(SHOUTING AT HORSES)
(COUGHING)
Tom!
Oh, my God. Tom.
Are you okay, honey? Are you all right?
The gas tanks. They're gonna go!
Move back. Get back.
Oh, my God.
Clydie, the tanks are gonna blow. Get back.
Get back.
Wow!
Come on, we'll be all right.
MOOKIE: I never saw anything like it. Did you get burned?
SAM: No. I was lucky.
Sam, are you gonna go home now?
Are you going to stay?
SAM: For a while.
You're gonna go home sometime, aren't you?
Sam,
I really don't remember my dad,
not like I say I do.
SAM: It's okay.
You did good, Mookie, discovering the fire.
I wasn't scared.
I know.
Good night.
I've been out here on my own ever since my husband died.
I always thought I could handle whatever came up.
I don't know why I'm telling you this. I don't even know you.
Sam.
Is that your real name?
Yes.
Sometimes you just get tired.
I'll be okay tomorrow.
Things will be better in the morning.
(HORSE NEIGHS)
Thanks.
What is this stuff for?
It's for the brakes. Without it, the bike won't start.
What about this? MAN: That's gasket sealant.
Hey, what kind of car you working on?
It's not for a car. A motorcycle.
It's a motor... A what?
(IN AMERICAN PRONUNCIATION) Motorcycle.
Yeah.
You're not from around here, are you?
And neither are you.
That's right. Neither am I.
Hey, you're that Canadian guy, right?
Pulled old Tom Lewis out of his burning barn.
You're the guy, right? You're him.
He also saved all the horses, too.
He did? Wow.
That must have really been something.
So, what kind?
What kind of what?
What are we talking about?
What kind of motorcycle are you working on?
A Triumph.
Triumph.
They don't make them like that anymore. Do they?
No, they don't.
DUNSTON: No, they don't.
Let's go.
Yeah, see you.
Hey, uh, good luck with the (MIMICKING SAM) motorcycle.
How long does it take to learn how to drive one of these?
I can show you right now.
I don't really wanna know. Just as long as you know what you're doing.
Don't get caught. You understand?
I thought the local law was taken care of.
Yeah, he's been paid, but I'm not sure he's bought.
It's not for you to worry about.
Who's worried?
Good.
That your card? Yeah. How did you do that?
Magic.
BREE: Mommy, is that your wedding?
Yep.
Come on in. Want some coffee?
Thank you.
Sam, that's my dad.
Come on, look at him.
BREE: Mommy,
why is Daddy carrying you like that?
Because that's what the groom does.
He carries his wife off
so they can start their new life together.
BREE: That's me.
MOOKIE: So little.
I bet he was a good kisser.
Yes, he was.
It's very beautiful here.
It's the Valley of the Moon.
That's what we called it.
Can you smell the violets?
There's no prettier smell on earth than the smell of violets.
You're not used to all this.
You're not married, are you?
Used to be.
Long time ago.
You miss your husband, don't you?
Yes.
There are days when I miss him very much.
Would you like to sleep in my room tonight?
You're a very special woman.
I'll see you tomorrow.
MAN ON RADIO: You're tuned to Night Sounds, where it's 1:30 in the morning
and a very pleasant 65 degrees.
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Hi. Hi.
It's late, Lonnie.
No later than it usually is.
Come here.
What's the matter?
I just don't feel like it.
Okay.
Kids up?
No.
Then what's the matter?
You still upset about the Lewis' barn?
It doesn't have anything to do with the barn.
Then what's it about? I don't know.
Well, when you figure it out, you let me know.
Guess she won't be growing much here now.
(BULLDOZERS CHUGGING IN DISTANCE)
(MEN LAUGHING)
(CATTLE LOWING IN ALARM)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANING IN PAIN)
(GROANS)
You son of a... Come here!
(GROANING)
(YELLS)
Strike three. You're out.
I don't know how much you know about business, Mr. Dunston.
These things can be a little complicated.
Let me clarify the situation. What it comes down to is this,
if I don't have Mrs. Anderson's land
by the end of this week, I lose my permits.
If I lose permits, I lose this deal.
If I lose this deal, I'm out of business.
Now if you and your little pissant army
can't persuade one woman to sell me her land,
I may have to find someone who can.
So, Lonnie Poole, what did you find out about him?
I know he's not her cousin.
Good, Lonnie.
Look, I don't care who he isn't.
This asshole is really beginning to bother me.
Now I'm gonna have to go out there,
present him with some options to sticking around here.
Listen.
I'd take it as a personal favor if you give me
first crack at making that presentation.
Really?
Really.
Fine.
(CAR APPROACHING)
Clydie's not here.
I know that.
I never did see that identification.
I thought we'd been through this.
Stop right there.
Put your hands up against the barn door. Move!
Spread 'em.
Are you arresting me?
Maybe.
What for?
I haven't decided yet.
(GROANS) Why don't you just leave her alone?
(GROANS)
You're fucking it all up. (GROANING)
For everybody's sake, just get out of here.
(GROANS)
If you cared for her, you would not be doing this.
BREE: ♪ The itsy, bitsy spider went up the waterspout
♪ Down came the rain and washed the spider out... ♪
Sam?
Sam.
What happened?
(GROANS)
Does this have anything to do with what happened in the pasture last night?
God damn it.
Who did this to you?
It was personal.
Why do you do that?
Why don't you talk to me?
I don't know who you are.
I don't know why you're here.
Do you want me to go?
Yes.
No.
I don't know, I...
I don't know what I want.
I don't know what I'm doing.
Hi, Mom.
Hi, honey.
Where's your sister?
I don't know, playing somewhere?
Where's Sam?
He's still asleep.
Uh-uh. He's not in the barn.
He stayed in my room.
All night?
Mmm-hmm.
All right. Can I go see him?
Oh, honey, he's really tired.
Let's let him sleep for a few more hours, okay?
A few more hours?
What did you do to him?
Mookie.
(BREE LAUGHING)
Hello?
DUNSTON: Hi.
Hi.
Does this little girl belong to you?
Bree, what were you doing?
BREE: I was playing.
He wanted to play with me.
He can pull a magic card
out from my ear.
He can? Come here.
Mrs. Anderson, you really shouldn't
let the child run around like that.
Do I know you?
Nope.
Go inside.
Bye.
Bye-bye.
Well, I'm surprised to see that you're still here.
No, you're not.
Yes, I am.
If I see you near her or the children, I'll kill you.
Look, you seem like a smart fella.
The woman isn't worth it.
And I'll tell you, when push comes to shove,
you're not gonna be dealing with
some little tin badge, local sheriff guy.
You're gonna be dealing with me.
Okay?
I look forward to it.
Me, too.
Au revoir.
Yeah, for now.
(KIDS SHOUTING PLAYFULLY)
FBl just left my office.
What do you want?
I know who you are.
I'm gonna do everybody a favor.
Leave, just go somewhere else.
Do it right now, or I'm not gonna be able to stop what'll happen.
What about Clydie? What about this place?
You're making it much worse for her than it was ever supposed to be.
If you care for her, you'll go.
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Jesus.
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
I was a thief.
I don't care.
There was a bank. And the guard got shot.
So you're a murderer.
No.
A boy, Billy.
I took him with me on a couple of jobs.
The guard was going to shoot me.
Billy shot him first.
But I was taken.
You had no right.
Damn you! You had no right to come into our lives.
(SNIFFLES)
You have to go.
You're going to lose this place.
No, I am not.
I can take care of myself.
I was doing just fine before you came here.
I have been alone a long time.
So have I.
MOOKIE: Now!
Mookie, you're it.
Whoa!
BREE: I said, you're it.
(KIDS LAUGHING)
SAM: Clydie, I thought it might be easier talking to you on tape,
but now I'm not so sure.
HALE: Yeah, this is excellent, Lonnie. This is really excellent.
Why'd you let him go?
You'd be famous now if you'd collared him.
Now doesn't seem like the perfect time
to have this place crawling with state cops and FBl, does it?
You're quite right, Lonnie. You're quite right.
Now, that's what I like about you, Lonnie. You're always thinking.
Well, it shouldn't be too difficult
to break Mrs. Anderson's resistance now.
I'm gonna work on that right away.
Thank you, Lonnie.
You know, I don't care if our local sheriff says he's left town.
I still think he's dangerous.
Me, too.
I think we should take personal charge of the situation.
MAN ON RADIO: Today, a little cooler tonight, dropping down to the 50s.
But tomorrow, another sunny day, so make your plans.
It's gonna be a beautifuI day out there.
Hey, Pete. Hey.
COOK: What's new with you?
PETE: Nothing.
Hello.
Excuse me?
That bike parked out front belong to you?
Yeah.
Did you restore it yourself?
It just needed a little work.
It was nothing.
Where are you from?
Québec.
Drive her here all the way from Canada?
Yeah.
You must be a good mechanic.
COOK: Coffee?
Please.
COOK: You gonna have anything to eat?
What do you got?
Well, today's special is meat loaf. It's not bad.
Or you can have the rest of that guy's steak.
(MOTORCYCLE ENGINE STARTING)
Mookie?
SAM ON TAPE: Clydie,
I thought it might be easier talking to you on tape,
but now I'm not so sure.
I can never change what I did, no matter how much I regret it.
Mookie's going to hear lots of things about me.
Most of them won't be true.
Please say goodbye to him for me.
Tell him I never meant for anyone to get hurt, especially him.
(HORSE WHINNYING)
(GRUNTS)
(STARTS ENGINE)
(GUNSHOTS)
Go, go!
(NEIGHING IN ALARM)
COP: Go.
Gather around! Over there, move! Now!
(STOPS ENGINE)
(MOTORCYCLE IN DISTANCE)
(STARTS ENGINE)
(SIREN WAILING)
Shit.
COP ON RADIO: Sixty-four to base.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
(SIREN WAILING)
Son of a bitch.
Get a chopper up here now. I want him trapped.
MOOKIE: Mom, what are you doing?
Just locking up.
We never lock up.
Well, we're gonna start.
Mommy, are you scared of something?
No, honey. I'm just being cautious.
That's different from being scared. My turn.
Clydie.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Hmm. Kentucky Avenue.
Who has that?
Nobody.
Oh, a six.
Where's... Where is it? Where am I? One...
(SCREAMS)
Run! Run!
DUNSTON: Go get the kids. Get the kids.
Run!
CLYDIE: What do you want?
CLYDIE: My God!
(PANTING)
(YELLS)
John, try using the stairs.
Bree, upstairs. JOHN: (BANGING) Open the door, kid.
Open the goddamn door.
I'll climb out the window and look for help.
You can't do that. You'll fall.
No, I won't. I've done it before.
I'm gonna tell Mom.
(YELLS)
Mom.
Bree.
JOHN: The other little shit went out the window.
Please don't hurt my children.
LONNIE: Clydie?
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
(KNOCKING)
Clydie?
What's the matter?
Lonnie!
Now, go find the other kid.
MOOKIE: I'm over here, you big, fat jerk.
(HORSE WHINNIES)
Come on out, kid.
Come on, son. I wouldn't hurt you.
(WHINNIES ANGRILY)
(GASPING)
(MUFFLED SCREAMING)
MAN: Shh!
Sam.
Stay here.
JOHN: Stupid shit. I'm gonna kill that little son of a bitch.
(GROANING)
All right, no more threats. No more bullshit. You know what we're here for.
Come here, sweetheart. I'm not gonna hurt her.
What are you doing? Please.
Mommy. Mommy.
You stay in there and no noise.
I'm sick of this town. I'm sick of you. I wanna go home.
Now, you sign the fucking contract.
Here's a pen. Sign the contract.
I'm sorry it had to come to this.
Right here.
(CLYDIE CRYING)
Very good.
Go to hell. (SPITS)
(SCREAMS)
(CRYING)
Get out now.
Go. This is my house.
No, we can't leave before the fire.
What?
I'm afraid I can't take the risk.
Al, if you will.
(LIGHTER CLINKS OPEN)
(SCREAMING) No!
(WINDOW BREAKS)
(YELLING)
Watch her. Watch her.
Where is he?
(FOOTSTEPS)
(FLOORBOARDS CREAKING)
(YELLING)
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTING)
(GUNSHOT)
(GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING FRANTICALLY)
Get up. Get up.
(GROANING)
Hyah!
Sam. Sam.
Leave him alone. No.
(GROANS)
(GRUNTING)
(YELLING)
(GASPS)
Sam.
You okay?
Just stay behind me.
(CLATTERING)
(GROANING)
(COCKS RIFLE)
Sam!
(GUNSHOT)
(GROANS)
Au revoir, fucker.
(WHIMPERING)
SAM: Clydie. CLYDIE: Sam.
Don't come any closer.
Let her go.
Don't even think of it. Let her go!
Stay back. Stay back.
(SIRENS WAILING)
OFFICER: Throw the gun down.
Throw the gun down now.
Throw the gun down.
Do it.
Bree? Mom.
Put your hands above your head.
My dear fellow, I'm Franklin Hale.
I own half this valley. Turn around and face the house.
There's an escaped convict in there.
Turn around and face the house.
Do it.
Go. You can still get away. No.
OFFICER: Sam Gillen!
The house is surrounded. Come out with your hands above your head!
Why do they want you?
You didn't do anything wrong.
A long time ago, I did some things I was not supposed to do.
Are they gonna take you to jail?
Yes.
I don't want you to go. I've got to go.
I don't want you to.
Goodbye, Mookie.
(SNIFFLING)
Goodbye, Mookie.
Goodbye, Bree.
Bye, Sam.
Are you coming back?
I'll find a way.
Somehow I'll find a way to come back to you.
No matter how long it takes. We'll be here.
I know.
I love you.
I love you, too.
LONNIE: You saved a lot of lives here.
That ought to count for something.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
It's all right.
Sam.
(SNIFFLING)
Goodbye, my friend.
Goodbye, Sam.
Go.
HALE: You bastard.
Do you know who I am?
(GROANS)
I know what you are.
(SILENCE IS BROKEN PLAYING)
♪ Mmm
♪ Never again
♪ You say the words and let the sunshine in again
♪ You can close your eyes
♪ You know it's safe inside to sing your lullaby
♪ Now I lay me down
♪ You broke the chains
♪ And you won't be silent anymore
♪ Oh, no, now you're gonna shout about it
♪ No, no more, yeah, yeah, this is the end
♪ The silence is broken now
♪ It's over now, the words have been spoken
♪ And with every word you say, you blow away
♪ The tears of another time
♪ Face to face
♪ Anyone can see you're not the child you were before
♪ Now I lay you down
♪ You take your place
♪ No one can take away your heart
♪ Oh, no, there can be no doubt about it
♪ No, no more, yeah, yeah, this is the end
♪ The silence is broken now
♪ It's over now... ♪