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outlaw there ever was!

- Help!

Jesus Christ!

Help me, please.

Don't kill me.

- How you doin'?

What's goin' on here?

- He... he robbed a bank.

- You in trouble?

- Yes, yes, they kidnapped me.

- Kidnapped?

- Now, please.

- This is private property, you know.

- No.

- I had every right to shoot him.

Don't you think so?

Answer me.

- They took me.

- They took me, honest.

I was at the bank in mackin county

and they, they... they took me.

I had nothing to do with this.

- What's that?

- I don't know.

- Alright, watch it now, miss.

Back up.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Suspect this is all a man's

life is worth nowadays, huh?

Or is this split down the

middle between the two of ya?

- I didn't do anything wrong.

- That's all it's ever been about, girl!

This sh*t!

You ask anybody on this goddamn earth

and they ain't never done nothin' wrong.

- I just wanna go home.

I just gotta get home.

Can you help me? Please.

- Anybody know you're out here?

- Yes.

- Who? - The sheriff.

- Wait here.

- Hey!

I think the keys are, are here!

Hey, I think the keys

are in his back pocket.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

- I'm just gonna go ahead

and knock you out now

understand?

- No. No.

- Ms. fontaine, there's

not much I can tell you.

- But you can't just do that.

You can't just let them

come in and take it.

- Ms. fontaine...

- we... we had a deal with Mr. Briggs.

It was an implied contract with the land.

Mr. oates, we've been living

there for the last 85 years.

That's our home, that's our livelihood.

He can't just walk in there and...

and kick us out!

- I would like to have a chance to explain.

- Okay, then, please.

- By all means.

- Well... First of all,

the deal your father had

with llewellyn Briggs is a

matter between the two of them.

It was a handshake. It's

not legally binding.

Whether you pay for it or not,

the land belongs to Mr. Briggs

and he can do with it as he pleases.

- That's why I was saying if you

could just approve this loan..

- With what collateral?

- If you could just approve this loan,

we can buy the land from Mr. Briggs

and we can pay you back with the profit.

- Ms. fontaine, I'm gonna

try to explain this

in a way somebody like you can understand.

- What the hell is that supposed to mean?

- There's no need to get vulgar...

- somebody like me?

- This is a family bank.

- Excuse me, I'm not some uneducated hick.

My family's farm is about

to be taken away from us.

And you're saying that we

should smile and thank them?

- I didn't mean it like that...

- no, no, no, no, let me say this in a way

somebody like you can

understand, you son of a b*tch.

My father is sick. He's dying.

How am I gonna support

him without our land?

- Well, there's always the

local burlesque house.

Ms. fontaine. Wait a minute.

Ms. fontaine, I..

Ms. fontaine, I'm, I'm very sorry.

That was completely out of line.

- How are you gonna make it right?

- Whoo!

Afternoon, everybody.

- Get on the f***ing ground!

- This here's a stick-up.

Help!

Help!

F***!

Aah!

Well, howdy.

Now, Wyatt..

I don't need this, do I?

- Don't make me angry, goddamn it.

Okay.

What you doing out here?

- Came to check up.

That sand storm tore through here days ago

did damage as far as Terry.

Surprised you're still standin'.

- This ain't part of the agreement.

- Nope.

I suppose it ain't.

- Then answer me.

- Well..

Couple of fellas with rocks in their heads

decided to hold up the

farming bank outside mackin.

- What's that got to do with me?

- They were last seen

drivin' in this direction.

- But they ain't here.

- These boys took old tom

fontaine's daughter with 'em.

Not by her volunteer, of course.

- Don't know who tom fontaine is.

Don't know his girl, neither.

- She's local.

Daddy's a dirt farmer out on six.

Known 'em for quite a stretch,

everyone round here has.

Folks are gonna start askin' questions

as soon as she don't turn up.

Not much I can do for you

if they start lookin' in this direction.

- Uh..

I think it's safe to say

that's your problem, not mine.

- Goddamn it, Wyatt.

I tell you what, this place opens up

it won't be long, after that

i forget we're brothers.

- Don't come around here no more.

- You seen her or not?

- I told you the first time!

- Well, it'd better be the truth, Wyatt

'cause they'll burn you down otherwise.

- Brothers burn faster when

they're burnin' together.

- How far does a scream

travel out here, Wyatt?

- Not too far.

- Oh, yeah, one more thing..

...next time you pick up

a breakdown out on 66

you might wanna make sure they

ain't been to a call box first.

Yeah.

Bureau still comes around

from time to time to see

if those folks ever showed up.

- What you tell 'em?

- What I know.

Nothin'.

I tell the truth. I'm a man of the law.

That's what I do.

Yeah, I know he had a

goddamn gun out there.

We've always had guns in our family.

Of course, he had a gun out there.

He's living out in the middle of nowhere.

Stop him from what? I didn't

know what he was doin'.

How.. What... what was I

supposed to know he was doing?

Wyatt.

Wyatt moss.

I just can't believe it.

Wyatt moss, my brother.

I just can't believe it.

I'm an honest man.

No, sir, I haven't seen

Wyatt in, I don't know..

...over a year, I don't

know, closer to two.

I'm an honest man.

I'm a man of law, goddamn it!

I'm an honest man!

- Carla Jean?

- Yes, sheriff?

- What was the description of those boys?

- Which boys was that, sheriff?

- Goddamn it.

Now, which boys do you think?

- The ones that holdup

the farm bank, right?

- That's right.

- I thought you meant that moss boy

that got caught up in dreyer's well.

- No, I meant them holdup boys.

Now was one of them a big fella?

- How you mean? - A great big sumbitch.

That's what the reports say, right?

- Well, Mr. mcdonnough described them

as a "goddamn monster."

Sorry, sheriff, but that's in the report.

- Put me through to deputy Winston.

- Just a moment, sheriff.

- Listen, now, Winston,

have you seen those guys?

Winston, you seen those boys?

Winston, you seen...

- yes, sheriff.

- Yeah, Winston, any sign of those boys?

- No reported sightings on the interstate.

Put up roadblocks all the way up to Rowena.

Expect to catch 'em any minute now.

- Yeah, I expect so too.

- Miss?

Hello?

What... what.. Wake up, wake up.

Wake up. Wake up.

Wh... where is he? Where is he?

- Tell me, where he is?

- Where is he?

- We reached that station, San Diego.

- We're friends.

- Okay, we gotta out of here.

No, no, no, wake up. Wake up.

Wake up. Wake up.

Open your eyes. Open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

- Water.

- I... I don't have any water.

Wake up. Wake up.

My name is Vivian. I'm gonna

get you out of here, okay?

I'm gonna get you out of here. Okay?

I'm gonna help. Alright?

Just stay with me.

- Oh, great.

Rats.

- Wake up. Don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

Okay?

We better get over that..

- Carla Jean.

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