Hatfields & McCoys (2012) s01e01 Episode Script

Everybody get a move on.
We're loading on the run.
Heading for the tree line.
We'll make our stand on the ridge.
Cover your backs! Come on, let's go! Don't stop.
Here they come! Come on! Come on, let's go! Come on.
Look out! Ought to cut them damn buttons off, Randall.
- Makes you a target.
- Least I can stay warm at night.
How you still keeping your breeches up? Nature provides.
Over here.
Take cover and reload.
Come on.
You gonna lose that arm.
I'll give the arm.
I just wanna live.
- Here they come! - Move, men! - Don't shoot! - It's Randall.
Hold fire.
Hold fire.
Yankee cavalry coming, company strength.
Yankee cavalry coming, company strength.
This could be it, Anse.
Best make your peace.
Yeah, well, I never courted God before, Randall.
I doubt he'd hear me now.
On the left! On the left! We can't hold this.
Get the boys back to the line.
Tell them to leave their pistols with me.
Soldier, on your feet now! Move! We're moving out! Hand me that sidearm, put them in this sack here! Come on, let's move! Go on.
I'm a faster runner than you are.
Anse.
I'll pray for you.
We're moving out! Audie.
Make it go away.
That's it.
Yeah, that's good.
I'll take some of them biscuits and beans.
We got more for you, captain.
Brought your sidearms back for you.
- God almighty, you killed them all? - Well, I'll be.
- How many Yanks you kill, Devil Anse? - How the hell did you get away? Anse? What do you think you're doing? I ain't staying to watch the boys we just saved die for a lost cause.
Lost? You don't believe that.
I do.
What do you think would happen if every soldier decided for himself when the war was lost? Be shorter wars for sure.
Don't make a cause no better when good men die for it in vain.
- Here on out, I fight only for my own.
- We're your own.
You can't just twist things to suit yourself.
This is desertion.
I don't look at it that way.
I figure I deserted my family when I signed up.
You'd be wise to come with me.
We took an oath, Anse.
We swore death before dishonor, nothing changes that.
What if I'm on that firing squad that has to put you down? Well, if it comes to that, don't flinch.
This is wrong.
I can't let you do this.
You take care of yourself, Randall.
Many thanks for today.
God hates deserters.
You ought to buy your dog a drink, Uncle Jim.
And a little of this, and a little that.
- Smell good too, don't you? - Damn dog.
You get that coat off a dead Yankee? No, I did not.
You find it in the outhouse somewhere? No, I did not.
Where'd you get it then? I wore it throughout the rebellion.
My nephew Devil Anse Hatfield proudly serves these here Confederate States of America.
As does your brother, Randall.
Yet you dare come in here and wear that goddamned blue-bottle jacket.
You son of a bitch.
There isn't any around these parts who are fighting and dying for the Union.
As for me? The war's passed.
But I ain't got another jacket.
How some ever being as how I'm getting a little hot in here I will take it off.
Put it on my charge.
You're gonna throw that damned Yankee jacket on the floor and you're gonna piss on it.
I'm going on home.
Don't much care for the perfumed stank in here.
Can't even pay for your drink.
What kind of a damn man are you? The kind who you wanna come after, you'll find ready, Jim Vance.
Unlike your kinfolk here I'm not afeard of no man on account of he uses his dog for a whore.
Leave it now, Uncle Jim.
Do you blue bellies know the penalty for thievery? Please, sir.
We were just really hunting, that's all.
Please.
Please, sir.
Can we just? You just keep walking.
I got a special plan for you boys.
- We're sorry, sir.
- Quit your lollygagging! Get! Oh, my God.
Where you taking them, Uncle Jim? Anse Hatfield, you're back.
Hold up, you bastards.
Guarding the home front, I see.
Yup.
You know nothing gets by old Jim.
I caught these Yankee shit heads a-pilfering corn.
- He meant to take your life, nephew.
- We was - I saw murder in his eyes.
- Please, sir, don't let him kill me.
On your way, Yankee Bill.
Go on.
Now, hurry it up.
Thank you.
And I thought you was letting him go.
So did he.
After you blew out the other one's brainpan, what choice did I have? Yup.
Don't wanna leave no witnesses.
Died unafraid.
How a man should die.
That's a damn shame.
That Yankee piss pot should have suffered.
You hate them so much, how come you didn't sign up to fight them? Fighting on others' terms is how you lose.
And losing is intolerable to me.
We'll, I'm back now.
And still head of this family.
I ain't gonna be no problem.
Good.
Then you'll understand when I tell you to get these bodies off the road somewhere no one ever finds them.
Damn.
It's gonna be like it was before.
Look at Mr.
Howls over there, all smiling.
He's glad your back too.
With all your fine plans.
Get the bodies off the road.
What were you doing in there anyhow? Not even home yet and you get yourself into a drunken fight.
You shiftless fool.
I'm hiding out at the still till this ruckus with Jim Vance blows over.
Drink yourself to death up there.
I ain't going up there to die.
I'm going up there to stay alive.
Ain't right.
- Come home from the Army.
- Jefferson.
Breed me like I was cattle, then you take off.
Nancy.
You got your duties as a husband and father! Kids, mind your mama while I'm gone.
We will, Daddy.
Levicy.
Anderson? I'm done with the war.
- You ain't going back? - I gave them enough.
I'm back for good, darling.
You lived through it.
How's our little boy? He's an angel.
Now that he's asleep.
Oh, let me look at you.
You'll wanna know we got at least 60 bushels of corn in last year.
So we ain't starving.
This year promises just as good so you don't have to worry.
And Johnse, you will not recognize We'll get to all that come morning.
Ain't that Martha McCoy? Lias.
Timber! Miss McCoy.
Suppose you heard about my Harmon.
He's up at that still over a month drinking.
Says if he stops now, he'll throw a fit and be helpless when Jim Vance come to kill him.
Ma'am, your Yankee husband was a traitor to more than just my Uncle Jim.
There's lots of folks around here can't forgive Harmon's betrayal.
Might wanna kill him.
Even some of your own kin.
But your Uncle Jim Vance is the only one my Harmon accused of fornicating with his hound dog.
Well it's a poor choice of words.
I'll admit hiding out was prudent.
I can't survive being a widow.
My uncle tends to go his own way.
But next time I see him, I'll do what I can.
Nancy, sit down.
I hear you! You ain't getting me, you son of a bitch! Pappy? Pappy? Pappy? "Dear Randall.
Our fortunes are bitter.
Your brother, Harmon, was done murdered.
It is said, by Hatfields.
The rest of us barely scrape by.
If you are still alive, dear husband I pray that you come home to us soon.
Your loving wife, Sally.
" It's over! The war is over! General Lee surrendered! - Praise the Lord.
- The war is over! Thank you.
Thank you, Jesus.
Well, I'll be damned.
Oh, thank God.
Praise the Lord.
Praise the Lord.
Yes, yes.
Won't be over for some.
War was a goddamn waste.
Don't intend to waste the peace.
Get over here! Keep her coming! Who's there? Now turn around.
Randall? Sally, it's me.
You've aged some.
The Yankees done it.
Treated us worse than animals in that prison.
I didn't wanna give up on you, husband, but I think I did.
First we log my 10 acres here.
Runs from the ridge across and upside that hill.
And then? We can take the money from that and buy 20 more acres.
Then what? Buy 40 more.
It's like wiping your ass with a wagon wheel.
Ain't never gonna end now, is it'? Mr.
Hatfield? I'm a cousin of Randall McCoy.
An Attorney.
My name is Perry Cline.
I studied law at the offices of Ethan McKibbon.
In Louisville.
Passed the bar last October.
I apologize for any unpleasantness we're about to have.
Best state your business, Mr.
Cline.
Now, I know you believe you own this stand of timber and have the right to cut.
Whereas in fact, in the eyes of the law, you do not.
Where in thunder did you get that? My daddy bought this parcel off of Bucky Hand in 1859? I got the deed in a box at home.
Yeah, I believe you, Mr.
Hatfield.
But he sold my cousin Rutherford, whose estate I administer the timber rights beforehand, on June 22nd, 1858.
Signed and witnessed, see? Bucky was a friend of my family.
He'd have told us if we had not bought the timber with the land.
Well, if you force me to sue, Mr.
Hatfield you'll be liable for damages.
And the cost of all my timber you have cut to date you will lose.
That a threat? I reckon it's safer you sue.
Without they hear different from a judge I have relatives who might think you just tried to bamboozle me.
Well, I have informed you of my rights.
See what the law has to say about it.
I bid you good day.
I'm prepared to do my duty as your wife but I ask that you spill your seed outside of me.
I could not bear another birth.
Well, thank you.
See you next Sunday.
Let's go.
Reverend, beautiful service.
Randall.
Randall.
Randall.
Oh, stop fighting.
Sally.
Sally, you come talk with me? Come on, Chauncy.
Come on.
Come on now.
Hard to reconcile you in the Lord's house.
Well, Levicy dragged me here.
It's good to see you, Randall.
I fear I feared you dead.
Times I feel like I was.
Rest of the company, all lost.
All dead except me.
- Our men are home now, Sally.
- Yours is.
Mine is only half home.
I mean to enter the Election Day contest and I would value your opinion.
Go ahead.
Oh, elderberry.
There's nothing sweeter.
It's terrible bad what happened to you, prison and all.
If there's anything I can do to help out You propose now to ease your conscience for deserting? Or for my brother's murder'? Your Uncle Jim done it.
If he was here, I'd say it to his face.
Jim swears he had nothing to do with Harmon's death.
And you believe that? I have no knowledge to the contrary, Randall, and Uncle Jim, he He swore before God.
And what use do Hatfields have of God? Well, you keep that and you try it - let me know if - Thank you.
I don't understand Ma'am.
- Morning.
- Something I'd like to show you.
- Court's about to convene.
- Yeah, well, I think you'll wait for this.
Ellison, Lias, show the lawyer Cline our evidence.
You recall that Hamish was witness on your bill of sale in '59.
But somehow died and got himself buried in '57.
You recall that? Listen, I'm made the victim of a fraud.
How is not clear to me but Maybe you ought to should just fetch the sheriff.
He can help you track down the scoundrel what sold you a bill of goods.
Obviously, this changes things, Mr.
Hatfield.
I Yeah.
I forgo, I abandon and renounce claim to the timber rights on your land and I apologize for being hasty and putting forth an invalid claim.
You deserve to be compensated.
You shall be.
- There's $22 here.
- Keep your money.
I take that kindly, Mr.
Hatfield.
Young lawyer starting his career, deceived by a forged document.
Don't look well.
Don't look well at all.
People might even start to think that you had a hand in this forging and then bungled it.
What do you want, Mr.
Hatfield? Well, you meant to have all that was mine so I must be entitled to have all what's yours.
At least what you inherited from your daddy.
That's 5000 acres.
Don't hardly much want the land.
Just the timber rights.
I don't believe we have to go in court at all, do we? Can't find her, Pa.
Consarn it.
Keep looking.
It's one little pig.
Mountain lion probably got her.
That pig fattened up feeds this family for a whole winter.
You understand that, boy? Misfortune afflicts us both.
Sorry about you losing your land, cousin.
Still, we cannot let our paths be diverted by the treachery of others.
Trust in the Lord and do good and he shall give thee the desires of thine heart.
All done, Poppy.
You like it? Fine job, Roseanna.
Here.
- I've been meaning to give you this.
- A golden button? - It's from the war.
- For me? Because you're my favorite.
Perhaps you're right, Randall.
But I would not drop my guard.
War changes men.
Peacetime can turn them into scheming snakes.
I predict Hatfield will keep coming at you feigning friendship and generosity.
And when he does you'll know I'm right.
I hoped I might find you here, Randall.
Almost like old times, huh? What brings you to town? Business.
I just made a deal with James Claverract.
Farm out some of his land with my boys.
We might just grow us a big cash crop of tobacco.
Good.
Good.
You come to boast about stealing from my cousin, Perry Cline? Who would come here to boast, Randall? I'm just I'm just trying to be friendly.
I don't know what you heard but nary a thing was stole from your kin.
Cline gave me his timber rights when I uncovered how he was trying to cheat me.
Should have blown his damn head off is what I should have done but You think I profited unfairly? You take this.
You take that in good conscience.
Does it weigh on you at all, Captain Hatfield how you profited while others stayed the course and suffered for it? No man questions what I gave the cause, Randall.
Especially you.
Another one.
Timber! Talk is they're gonna build a rail road right through here.
Then we'll send our timber in all directions.
Round the whole country.
Not up north, I hope.
War's long over, Jim.
There's no North, no South.
Just people who got money and people who ain't.
I mean to do business with them that has.
Always knew we was gonna be rich.
Anse! It's your boy, William! Tree fell! Splinter caught his eye! I can't see! I can't see.
Daddy, I can't see.
- Oh, I can't see.
- I know it hurts bad, son.
And I admire how you are standing up to it.
- Get me some water.
- I told you, I can't see.
We're gonna get you to a doctor, straightaway.
You're not gonna die but I won't lie to you, this is a serious wound.
Howdy, neighbors.
Randall.
Miss Sally.
Howdy do, Floyd.
- Blessed day, ain't it? - Sure is.
How's your harvest this season? Fair to middling.
Better than the last one, but not as good as the next.
Your hogs fattened up nice.
Ornery critters.
Had the kids and dogs try to round them up but these two kept squealing off.
Tell me, Floyd, how long you had that spotted shoat there? He was bred last year.
I know when it was bred.
That's my marking on its ears.
No, Randall, you're mistook.
I notch my swines particular so I do not get mistook.
Well, you know young pigs is, wanderers.
I expect you got one or two of mine hanging in your smokehouse.
I do not.
How many more of my pigs you took? How much pork you taking from my family to stuff your belly? Hang on, Randall, that's a serious accusal.
You is being quarrelsome.
I am, am I? Well, how's this for quarrelsome? Damn you for a pig thief, Floyd Hatfield.
Come on.
Come on, get.
I guess all you Hatfields are the same.
Did you get enough to eat, Perry'? Thank you.
An elegant sufficiency, Aunt Sally.
Elegant sufficiency.
Roseanna, help me clear the table.
Alifair and the little ones.
This matter of Floyd Hatfield and the theft of your livestock He lied and denied it to my face.
We sue.
It's useful to think of the law as a muscle.
Like a muscle, it can be strengthened with proper use.
Use too little, it becomes feeble and too weak to protect you.
Well, that's fine talk, Perry.
You got the gift.
Floyd Hatfield lives on the other side of the river.
Where a Hatfield sits as judge.
I can arrange a jury trial.
We'll sit six McCoys and six Hatfields.
Now, it won't get you justice for your poor murdered brother.
We win this case, it's a kind of justice nonetheless.
It strikes me as foolish.
How's that, ma'am? Going to court over a pig.
Makes us look like some village idiot.
Sally.
I suppose in the end God punishes all transgression.
But as you well know oftentimes the good Lord expects us to be the instrument of his will.
What say you, Jim? I say we sue.
How's your eye doing? It's gone milky.
Capped over.
- Let me see.
- No, Jim - Come on, let me see it.
Let me see it.
- Jim.
Turn around! - What am I doing here? - You're supporting your family.
Over a Dig? Anse.
Put it away.
I'm gonna call you Cap.
Cap, Cap Like your daddy.
Shows you're an important fellow.
Good name, Cap.
Yeah, I like it.
Hi, Uncle Wall.
"Hi, Uncle Wall.
" Court is in session.
Thanks to those of you on the jury for coming today and agreeing to serve.
I know most of you all got crops and stock needs tending.
So I ain't gonna keep you from your tasks any longer than necessary.
Judge Hatfield, members of the jury.
It is useful to think of the law as a muscle.
Like a muscle, it can be strengthened with proper use.
Mr.
Cline, the briefer you make your remarks the better your case is gonna be received.
Sit down.
Do you mean to call witnesses? Mr.
Randall McCoy and his wife, Sally both saw the McCoy marking on the ear of the hog in question.
I don't think we need to call them to the stand just to say so.
So to put it plain, the McCoys say it is their pig and their ear notch and Floyd says that ain't so, is that clear? Sir.
Is the pig in court today? No, it ain't.
Why not? Well, it's done been eat.
All right, Floyd.
You got any witness saw it before you butchered to say it is your notch? I didn't know I needed one.
You give me a couple hours, I might could come up with somebody.
I seen it The hog in question.
I seen Floyd actually out that shoat's ear.
Oh, do I need to say I seen it on the Bible? I'd advise you not to.
That pig had black spots on its hams as I recollect.
Floyd's hand slipped when he notched.
He pretty near out his thumb off.
Why would Floyd show Randall that swine if he stole it? - It don't make no sense.
- That's enough, Bill.
I trust y'all give Bill Staton's testimony the respect it deserves.
No, no.
I ain't quite done, you see You sit down.
Members of the jury, who thinks the hog belonged to Floyd Hatfield? All right, who believes the hog was Randall McCoy's? - Here.
- Yes, sir.
Selkirk McCoy? You didn't vote one way or the other.
Well, he votes Uncle Randall.
He has to be the one to say so, Parris.
Well, I'm trying to do the right thing here.
You see, I am of the McCoy family but Well, the truth is deep down, I do believe that pig was one of Floyd Hatfield's razorbacks.
- You lowdown - You hear that? - You do not deserve the name McCoy.
- Bill swears on oath he seen Floyd cut that notch.
You are a lying spawn of hell that voted his Hatfield wife's apron strings.
Oh, Randall, just leave her on out of this.
Gonna give yourself apoplexy.
All this to-do over a pig.
This is about honor.
About lying and stealing and murdering.
That's not pertinent to the case.
It's about sin, Devil Anse.
What's Christian right and damnation wrong! McCoy! This case is dismissed! Everybody get the hell out of here! Come on! Come on! By God, I will gut-shoot the next agitator who further disrespects my courtroom.
A McCoy or a Hatfield.
I reckon this is what I should have expected from a Hatfield court.
One more word out of you, McCoy, I'll hold you in contempt.
You best watch your high and mighty ass, Preacher McCoy.
Here's scripture for you.
Blood toucheth blood.
Oh, no, no.
You don't make that move, Cotton.
See your daddy won't tell you that because he's trying beat you.
- Thanks, Uncle Wall.
- Yeah, thanks, Uncle Wall.
Anyway, what I'm saying is, you standing up there in the end - didn't help things, Anse.
- Yeah, well, I had it under control.
The hell, you did.
These picayune squabbles got a way of turning deadly.
Maybe so, but I cannot have Randall McCoy continue to embarrass us.
A little embarrassment is better than what grows out of injustice.
See the look on old Randall McCoy's face when I swore that pig had black spots on its hams? More you drink, louder you get.
Any McCoys come after me I'll cut them down like Perry Cline's trees.
Hell, I'll even nut them.
Wanna say that again? I'd just love to take away that Arkansas toothpick shove it straight up your stinking asshole.
I said any McCoys come after me for what I said in court I'll take them down and I'll nut them.
Well, I suspect you might be stupid enough to try.
You calling me out? This ain't the place.
But you got a mighty big mouth, Bill Staton.
Bill, you listen here Hey! Any McCoys come after me and do me harm I'll take you down! Hey! Come on! Come and have a drink with me, eh? - What are you, scared? - Go home, Bill! Go on, run away! - That was fun, Skunky, huh? - You have fun with that? You happy with that? And now you're brave.
I ain't gonna pray for you.
I ain't gonna pray for you.
Howdy, Anse.
I guess I told them, huh? You see a mean dog sleeping, you go pester him? - No, sir.
- No, sir.
He awake, you go kick him? No, you don't.
You leave him alone, maybe he goes back to sleep.
You get my point? Yeah, but those shitbutt McCoys - We understand each other? - Yes, sir.
Afternoon, Bill.
You wanna nut us? I got you both, huh? Here we are, Bill.
You still wanna take us down, cut off our balls? Go ahead.
Should we nut him? Shit.
- Wake up.
- What? It's Devil Anse.
- Alone? - Ain't he enough? Drop the weapons.
Don't you slay us! - Cap.
- Yeah, boss.
Pick up them guns.
Let's get these wastrels across the river.
It's a nice day for a hanging, ain't it, old Randall? Mean Jim Vance.
Why, you're not all that much.
I mean, up-close like.
Who the hell are you? I'm Tolbert McCoy, son of Randall.
I always wanted to meet the man that murdered my uncle and tell him his days are coming.
Not from the likes of you.
You wet-eared, prick-chafing little shit.
Get out of my sight before I snap you like a chicken neck.
Tolbert.
We're here on other business.
What are my two nephews doing in there being locked up - next to this corpse? - You live with what you done you might think twice before doing it again, if you get the chance.
Judge, I respectfully request that bail be set at a reasonable amount.
Denied.
These boys stand accused of a capital crime.
I'll not have this business dragged out to fester.
You wanna tell me why I shouldn't hang them both for murder? Being a Hatfield, you're hardly impartial.
I am the attorney of record here and I'll answer the questions.
Bill Staton threatened to kill any McCoys who crossed his path.
We got witnesses to that.
Parris and Sam did cross his path and Staton did try to kill them.
Then was killed himself by Parris and Sam in self-defense.
Which these law-abiding young men deeply regret.
Amen.
We surely do.
We is real sorry we had to do it, defending ourselves like that.
But Bill Staton give us no choice.
Any event, judge, you got no authority to try a capital case.
Noted.
Anse.
You got anything to say before I pronounce sentence? Bill Staton was a tolerable worker.
Always gave money to and got wood in for his mother till she died last winter.
He did drink a bit.
Parris and Sam both knew that Bill's threats They both knew that they was empty as the bottles they was coming from.
They wanted to revenge his mouthing off, plain and simple.
Then they lay in wait to get it.
That's premeditated homicide, for which, according to the law and your Almighty God, they ought to hang.
You're talking like a fool.
This lowlife drunkard lying dead here threatened murder on my family.
Goddamn it! You all just get over and sit down and shut up.
All of us know Parris and Sam killed Bill Staton only the circumstances remain in question.
It's a damn shame no one told them shooting a drunk on the road was wrong and not worth hanging for, or even the price of the goddamn lead.
And it's also a damn shame no one stopped his hired hand's liquored up threats and curses from inflaming two fools to commit murder, which was easy to foresee.
I find you both guilty of this heinous crime for which you are to be taken to some spot without delay and thereby hanged by the neck until you are dead.
Sentence which I hereby suspend since no one can say whether it was self-defense or not.
Go on, boys.
Get the hell out of here! Thank you, sir.
Hey, Parris! Calvin, not guilty.
I knew your daddy would get us out of this.
As God as my witness I will not allow my court to be the cause of a war between our two families.
Bill Staton ain't worth it and his ma, who he did do right by is dead and gone, God rest her soul.
Write it in the book: "Miscreants discharged by Judge Wall Hatfield.
" Thank you, judge.
Been a fair and wise man today.
Indeed.
God is just and shall return to us the years that the locusts hath eaten.
Well, you're just a huckleberry above a persimmon, ain't you? You two don't mend what's wrong between you hell's fire gonna certain rise up and consume both our families.
We got them, Pa.
What the hell you laughing at? - Look who it is, huh? - Believe it.
You better believe it.
Come on.
Oh, easy now, son.
Don't want it going off just yet.
Yeah, mush head, don't blow us all up, you half-wit bastard moron.
Come here.
Come here! - Find it funny? - Come here.
Apologize.
Yeah, I'm sorry you is a bastard, Cotton Top All right! All right.
- I'm sorry.
- That ain't good enough.
I apologize for what I called you.
I won't never call you no names again.
You didn't have to do that, Pa.
Everybody calls me mush head.
Well, you ain't like everybody else, Cotton.
God give you such a big heart, he couldn't give you an overabundance of brains now too, could he? I guess not.
I am a bastard, though.
You listen to me, boy.
A bastard's got no family that loves him.
Is that you? Is that you? - No, it's not.
- You're my son.
Why do you think your first name's Ellison? Let's see it fly.
Get everybody back now.
Okey-dokey.
Everybody, stand back now.
I said no.
I gotta make a living here, goddang it You want free whiskey, you go talk to Tolbert McCoy.
I might do that.
Don't look now, Johnse Hatfield's staring at us.
I sure hope crows swoop down and pluck his eyes out.
What a thing to say, Nancy.
His uncle, Jim Vance, killed my pap.
- You don't know that for sure.
- Everybody says so.
Don't make it for sure.
- He sure is handsome.
- Son of Devil Anse.
I ain't never seen no devil look like that.
- Hey, captain.
- Yeah? Robert E.
, you all take over.
My favorite nephew.
Hello, Roseanna McCoy.
I'm Johnse Hatfield.
I know who you are.
Does that mean you won't talk to me? Me being a Hatfield and all? - I don't mean you no harm.
- Well, now, that's the way I feel.
You know, I don't see why there's been so much trouble.
I bet you didn't know I was named for a McCoy.
Yes, ma'am.
Hey, you wanna go see the second most beautiful sight in West Virginia? So am I supposed to ask what's the first most beautiful sight? - Well, if you wanna go - Then you're gonna say, "Oh, you are.
" Just like you told Eloise Jenkins and about a dozen other girls.
I've heard all about you.
If all the gossip about me was true, hell, I'd have horns and a spiny tail.
Those are some mighty interesting boots you're wearing.
- You like them? - No, I didn't say that.
So, what is the second most beautiful sight in West Virginia? Well, now, I'll take you there.
- You solemnly swear? - Yeah.
Thank you, Mr.
Hatfield.
This really is a boon to busy housewives.
You'll wonder how you got by without one of these.
Never fear of scalding explosion with our patent release valve and variometric pressure gauge.
Oh, Randall, isn't it just fine? Thanks for the demonstration.
Steam digester, time-saving applications.
It's a silly trinket.
I've been putting food on the table without I had me some pressurized double boiler.
Hatfield can buy for his wife any new contraption she wants.
I'm gonna buy you some miracle.
Like that Edison fellow's electric fire.
- Poppy, I don't need anything like that.
- Yes, ma'am.
Someday, Sally, I'm gonna buy you a double boiler that runs on electrical-tricity.
- How much you want for the fiddle? - It's mine.
I want a greenback and a half for it.
I'll give you four bits.
It was my grandpappy's.
Seventy-five cents.
I'll owe you a quarter.
And you fill my cup.
Oh, yeah, this here is my drip still.
Ain't she a beauty? I can produce maybe, I don't know, half gallon a day of fine Western Virginia corn liquor.
I mean, this is the horse's head still, catch can.
You know.
I built this rig myself.
I borrowed the money to buy the parts from my pa.
I figure, make a good living, support my family proper.
I'm even building me a cabin not far from here.
For my wife to have babies in.
Got yourself a wife? Oh, you You're teasing me, I know.
Well, one thing I know for a fact, you got girlfriends by the bushel.
I ain't serious about none of them.
Look at that mush head.
Supposed to drown the runt of the litter like this: Just kick him in.
Here.
Come on.
Easy laughing a bunch, ain't it? Come on.
- Where's your sister? - I don't know where she went.
Well, go find her.
We're leaving.
You let her stay, Randall.
The boys will bring her home.
Tolbert! You're to bring Roseanna home without fail.
You hear me? Yes, sir.
Hey, that ain't for How many times you been kissed? Not counting grandmas and such? Not counting.
Couple times maybe.
I bet you ain't never really truly been kissed right.
Not to boast but I believe I have a strong reputation as a good kisser.
There.
Now you can't say you never been kissed.
Good Lord, it's getting dark.
We ought to get going.
Roseanna! - Roseanna! - Roseanna! Roseanna, we are leaving! She ain't here.
Must have rode back with the McClintocks or Mr.
Cline.
- Well, she could have told us.
- Pa's gonna take our damn heads off.
- Roseanna! - Roseanna, last chance! Roseanna! Last chance, Roseanna! Oh, please, let them be here, please.
Oh, no.
- Oh, no.
- Well, your Pa and my own they is all gone.
- Oh, dear Lord.
- Even your kinsfolk.
Oh, God.
My poppy is gonna kill me.
How am I gonna get home? Well, I'll take you with me.
My name is McCoy.
Your father would hardly welcome one of us.
You put everything you heard about Devil Anse Hatfield out of your pretty head.
He ain't nothing like that.
One thing I said to do without fail was bring your sister home! We figured she got a ride.
How was we to know? We tried! We called out, she didn't answer.
I said, without fail! Go find her.
And don't come back till you do.
Only a goddamn idiot would bring Randall McCoy's daughter back here.
And after midnight.
She couldn't very well walk back home in the dark by herself.
You don't want her here, that's fine but don't strike me as overgenerous.
Shit, I'll hitch a wagon and ride her home.
You ain't riding her nowheres.
Way you make this predicament worse is for Randall McCoy to see you with his daughter.
He'll shoot your damn head off.
- What do you want me to do? - Stay away off of her, that's what.
Levicy.
Have the girls make down a pallet on the floor for our guest.
Come morning you take her to the edge of the Tug and then leave her off.
Yes, sir.
And then get rid of them fancy-nancy boots.
You're supposed to be a workingman.
Good-looking girl.
Yeah, well, it don't make it worth the goddamn trouble.
The look on McCoy's face when he finds out that would be worth seeing.
You just keep practicing.
Maybe a different tune.
Go back to sleep.
Hi.
Oh, and on our honeymoon we're gonna take a real train ride all across the country till we can't go no more.
I read they got this great blue ocean up in Oregon.
I mean, this thing is so big and wide, you can't even see the other side.
Are you crying? Well, what on earth for? Just wondering where I fit in on this long list of conquests.
All right, you My beautiful sweet darling, you think I'm toying with you? I don't know what to think.
This is my first time.
I was saving myself for a husband, just like God told me to.
I ain't fooling here, Roseanna.
I intend to marry you.
If I hadn't promised my pa hell, I'd ride on across that river right now and on bended knee I'd ask your daddy myself.
Come here.
I'd go up against the whole world to make you my wife.
And I can't change my past or our kin, but I tell you true I ain't never felt like this before about nobody else but you.
There she is.
- That's Johnse Hatfield kissing on her.
- That son of a bitch.
Now, get over there.
You tell them.
Okay.
- Bye.
- Bye.
I don't wanna cross that bridge.
I'll be here when you get back.
- You ain't getting away, Johnse.
- Oh, my God, Johnse.
Johnse, it's my brothers.
Go! - I love you, Roseanna! - Go! - You ain't going nowhere! - Wait, wait! Stop! Stop! Don't hurt him! He didn't do nothing.
- Bud.
Bud, you gotta stop them.
- We gotta get you to Poppy.
I didn't do nothing! Get him! Go! Go get him! Goddamn it, Tolbert.
What you so hot about? You're the one that left Roseanna with no way home.
All I did was give her shelter feed her dinner, keep her safe from harm.
- You try to have your way with her? - No, sir.
She spent the night with my sisters.
You saw her.
Safe and sound.
You think she'd be kissing on me if I violated her in any way? - I did hear Roseanna say Johnse - Shut up, Calvin.
Now, I say we kill him and get on across the river before anyone knows.
Yeah, your sister will know.
She loves me.
- That's a load of bull manure.
- No, it ain't.
And I love her too, goddamn it.
Since I gotta prove it to you How bad is you shot, Johnse? Well, I'll live.
I think the bullet tore straight through me.
Tolbert, let's go.
Come on.
You tell your pa I wanna ask Roseanna's hand in marriage.
Hey, Pa, we found her, we found her.
I got Roseanna.
You spent the night under a Hatfield roof? With Johnse's sisters, sir.
Mr.
Hatfield kindly gave permission.
Johnse, he "" He wants to marry me.
I beg your damn pardon? He loves me, POPPY He wants to ask you proper, you know? He wants to make sure it's right.
He touch you, Roseanna? No.
Then go on.
Do whatever you want.
You like the Hatfields so much, why don't you go stay with them forever? You're not my daughter anymore.
- Have Doc Rutherford take a look.
- Ma, it's fine.
- Get your hand out.
- I'm doing the same thing you're doing.
Daddy, her father don't object.
- Well, looks like somebody did.
- Yeah, her bonehead brothers.
- Mama.
- Could you hold still? I wanna hear again that Randall McCoy agreed to you marrying his daughter.
No.
Not exactly.
He said he don't care.
Don't care.
Well, "don't care" ain't permission.
He said it in front of witnesses.
Well, was that before or after you got shot? I will not defy McCoy or any man when it comes to his daughter.
Daddy, please, if you give permission, he'll surely come around.
Goddamn it, boy! They tried to kill you! Now you wanna marry into that? You know what? This ain't right.
Me and her wanna be man and wife.
No - We're both of age.
- Don't be a fool.
You only just met her.
Mama, Roseanna's been throwed out.
She got no place to go.
You're afflicted, son.
All right.
All right.
She can stay here until her family comes for her.
- Or you two come to your senses.
- Thank you.
Thank you, Mama.
But she will keep her own name.
Come on.
Whoa, watch out for that step.
- I never knew this existed.
- Been coming here my whole life.
- It's so beautiful out here.
- Yup.
What are you doing? Oh, my.
You are crazy, Johnse.
Come get in the water with me.
Out here? In the eyes of God? God didn't forbid our union.
Our fathers did.
God knows we're married in our hearts.
Come on.
See you later, all right? - What's the matter? - Hatfield kin.
Yeah.
Plain ain't right.
Over a year now Roseanna's living under the Hatfield roof.
Dropping her skirt and turning out to be just a steady piece of cake.
Must make old man Hatfield happier than a banty rooster in a henhouse - having our family so disgraced.
- Yup.
- Help you? - Frank Phillips.
I work out of the Pinkerton office.
Louisville, Kentucky.
Looking for Bob Levinger.
I ain't seen Bob in a spell.
A fellow could get himself into a lot of trouble lying to a Pinkerton man with a U.
S.
deputy prosecutor warrant.
It makes it a federal offense.
So we're talking prison a big fine.
A fellow could lose his saloon.
Everything he's slaved for.
Time he's out of jail, he's dead broke.
His wife's run off with some dandy carpetbagger.
I seen it happen.
Playing cards.
The bald one.
Bob Levinger.
You got no paper on where you're living.
Squatter, paying no taxes.
You've been warned twice by mail, once by a federal officer.
I'm here to take you in.
This here's a warrant.
Ain't legal.
That land is Hatfield.
Levingers is cousins to Hatfield.
My great uncle, Devil Anse he got papers on file at the Land State office.
Bullshit.
It's federal property.
You people think you're on the land, you own it.
I'm saying that ain't right.
- You can tell your story in court.
- I don't feel like going nowheres.
My little brother Ed is standing behind you.
And he got a regular Navy pistol.
You still think I'm going somewheres? Got one.
Can't find the other.
Go much deeper, I might kill you.
Of course if you want, I'll give it another try.
- You going after that Pink man? - Got to.
Bastard killed our kin.
I ain't talking to you, Uncle Jim.
You know damn well the Levingers likely had it coming.
Ed and Bob always was jackasses.
Yeah, but they're our jackasses.
Someone thinks they can take a shot at our kin pretty soon someone else thinks they can lay in ambush, shoot at one of us.
Do you remember when we was kids? Pa, he told me to go shoot that fox nosing around the henhouse.
Yeah.
You didn't wanna kill it.
You poked fun at me for it.
Helped me trap it so as we could take it across the river and let it go.
It never come around again.
And Pa, he was none the wiser.
All I'm saying is smart as you are maybe you can figure out another way.
I hear you, Ellison.
But you should know the reason that fox didn't ever come around again.
After you went home I killed it.
Anderson is a good man.
This trouble between our families, well Well, makes it hard for all of us.
And I gotta tell you, deep down inside I ain't got no belief in you and Johnse being together.
Well We can have a union in the sight of God.
Children that weren't born on the wrong side of the bed.
No.
No.
You need to go back to your own where you belong.
Hey.
I can see you ain't a bad person.
But this whole thing, it ain't right.
You asking me to leave? And don't you come back.
This bullheaded feud between your pa and my Anderson is a kind of slow poison.
I inherited 500 acres which I would pass along to you on the occasion of your marriage.
But my land will never be in Hatfield hands I can promise you that.
Don't worry yourself now, Mama.
Johnse and me ain't never gonna get married.
Renounce your Hatfield defiler and your poppy might let you come home.
You used to be his favorite.
- In time you'll meet a suitable boy.
- Mama.
- And you, you - It's too late.
I ain't had my flow in two months.
I don't know what to do.
You come home with a Hatfield bastard in your belly? Hey, Mama.
Where's Roseanna? Gone to her family.
- And when's she coming back? - I don't know that she will.
It might be best for all concerned if she don't.
I got 700 acres of corn 12 percent of the Tug Fork sawmill and nearly 10,000 in financial instruments.
Only I lack a helpmate.
A loving wife to share my good fortune.
I'm sure that any number of woman would be happy to entertain your suit.
Any number I don't care for.
If it weren't about the physical relations I can't marry you, Perry.
I'm having a baby.
Johnse Hatfield's child.
That's unfortunate.
But if we were to marry quickly no one would catch on to the sad truth the child ain't mine.
Otherwise, your condition will be all the gossip with the Hatfield's laughing about it.
I'm in love with Johnse Hatfield.
Aunt Betty? Sakes alive, you scared me.
- What you doing here, sugar? - Mama said you'd take me in.
Ain't nobody else want me.
Looking for a gentleman name of Frank Phillips.
What's your business with him? That there must be Bad Frank Phillips with that limp.
I go by the name of Phillips, not the other part.
- So if I was you, I'd mind my tongue.
- Well, ain't you ornery for a cripple.
I'd give you a lesson but the house required I check my sidearms before I went up with Jenny Lou.
Well, that's too bad.
I might like seeing how good you could use them.
Well, ask your dead, back-shooting relatives.
Mr.
Phillips, I come here to talk to you not have a shootout in a damn whorehouse.
After I killed you, I'd have to explain it to my wife and I wouldn't much look forward to having to do that, $0 So I'll buy you a drink instead.
You buy me a bourbon whiskey straight, Mr.
Hatfield but you have to leave your dog outside.
He can stay.
So why do you make this special trip to parley with me? I come here to give you $100 on condition.
On condition you move on out of these parts.
I've killed your kin.
Why the payoff? It wasn't my first idea, I promise you.
Longer you stay around here, people People expect me to do something about you.
I understand you were doing your job, and Levingers was always Always damn fool idiots at best.
But don't Don't make me raise my hand against you, Mr.
Phillips.
I would kill you.
So take my money and ride on out.
I'll take your money.
Just don't think I'm running.
You took down the Levingers didn't expect you to lizard out.
This whole damn thing sticks in my craw.
Especially with my bad leg.
Your land claim and your kin cost me my job.
A skunk's profession.
Get yourself into something useful.
You can't go there, Johnse, you're all drunk and crazy.
I'm gonna stare old man McCoy in the eye, I'm gonna tell him.
- I'm gonna tell him straight-out.
- You're gonna get yourself killed.
Let go of my arm.
He wants to ride into Kentucky and see old Randall McCoy.
I'm Nancy McCoy, Roseanna's cousin.
You know, I gotta go.
They're gonna think you mean them harm.
Well, I'll shout out, "I don't mean you no harm.
I just - I just wanna talk things out.
" - Well, if you go with me you'll be safe.
- My horse.
- We'll go on back and get it.
Hey, you are You're Roseanna's cousin, Nancy.
Go on.
That's what I said.
Yeah, I know who you are because you look like her kind of.
Roseanna's cousin, Nancy.
You kind of look like Roseanna in the daylight too.
More at night, though.
I went and visited my Aunt Betty Blakenship's yesterday.
I suppose you know your once-intended is staying there.
No.
Guess the old man is still riled to hell at me and her shaming his family.
Well, especially now that Roseanna's with child and all.
What? What? I'm I'm gonna be a daddy? Because she carries his child, Roseanna believes herself in love with Johnse Hatfield.
Does our pap know about this? As strong as he is, I fear it may break your father's heart.
Shame we can't remedy the situation before he finds out.
If it weren't for Johnse Roseanna might accept an offer of honorable marriage.
Let's go.
Hey.
What are you doing? Boys.
Boys.
Where you going? Well just the boys I wanna see.
You can ride with me to your Aunt Betty's.
I'm going there to rescue my bride - and make an honest woman of her.
- Just you shut the hell up.
You ain't lying your way out of it this time.
I ain't lying.
Just found out Roseanna's carrying my baby.
So I'm going to get her.
Seeing as how our daddies are being such horses' asses.
You gotta be Get off of me, Tolbert! Why you wanna hurt your future brother-in-law? I'm gonna kill you because you soiled my sister's honor.
I'm gonna marry her.
Calvin? Randall? What's? What are you doing? Alifair, get the kids back.
Get, get.
Get! What are you doing? Are you drunk? You weren't gonna tell me, were you? I had to hear it from Perry Cline.
Stop.
That's Roseanna's hope chest.
- I know what it is.
- Stop! Suppose you is wondering why I don't kill you straightaway.
- Because you know it ain't right.
- Horse shit! I'm gonna blow your brains out.
Exactly at sunrise.
Like they do in the Army.
See, I want you to know it's coming and I want you to think about it for all those hours.
Feel the kind of torment all the Hatfield's have brought down on us.
I respect your sister, Tolbert.
You know that? Especially now that she's carrying my baby.
Now, let me go find a preacher and make it legal.
It's too late for that.
I'm gonna shoot you dead come dawn! And I'm gonna tell you what time it is every hour we get closer! Instead of a last meal, can I get a last request? Hell, no! What do you want'? I wanna see Roseanna one last time.
I wanna say goodbye to her in a proper way.
And then I will stand up tall when you shoot me.
I swear to God, I will.
And when I get to heaven, I won't damn your souls and ask God to send you far into hell for what you done to me.
You're the one going to hell.
And you ain't gonna be asking God for squat.
Roseanna does love him.
She'll hate us forever if we don't allow it.
No, I said! He gets a bowl of stew.
Nothing else.
The stew didn't sit right with me.
- You all mind if I go home? - No, sure, Bud.
Come on.
You shouldn't be here when we do the killing anyways.
Yeah, you're too young.
I ain't too young.
I just don't feel so good, all right? Bye, Bud.
Hell, I'll see you on the other side.
- I gotta talk to my sister.
- Oh, my God, what? What are you doing out in this? Mr.
Hatfield! Mr.
Hatfield! Mr.
Hatfield! My brothers have got Johnse.
They're planning on killing him at dawn.
Where is he? If I tell you, you gotta swear you ain't gonna hurt my brothers.
If my son is safe, no harm will come to your brothers.
Now, where is he? They got him in Uncle Harmon's old place.
- Go.
Go, go, go.
- Please, Mr.
Hatfield, hurry! Go on, I'll get your boots.
Please! Now, Johnse, I wouldn't normally kill you.
There's an honorable man willing to marry our sister soon as you're dead.
Who's that? Lawyer Perry Cline has agreed to make Roseanna his wife.
Having a man killed to marry their woman and take their baby.
That ain't honorable.
One hour to go, Hatfield.