The Homesman Page #2

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So go ahead on...

get to it...

and do it.

Does everybody know?

Yeap.

What are they say?

Don't say nothing.

People don't like to talk death and taxes

only when comes to crazy...

they stay hushed up.

Miss Cuddy!

Mary Bee!

Mary Bee!

I tried to catch you in town,

but you was already gone.

What do you want, Reverend?

To give you these. Letters to

the women's closest kin...

around Hebron, Iowa and going back East.

Your journey will be long,

difficult and dangerous.

I expect it will.

God bless you woman.

Rest will keep you. You know I believe

in you, don't you? You truly do.

I know it.

I go in your place, if I could.

Now let us pray.

Heavenly Father, look down upon my daughter.

Bless her in this undertaking.

Grant her thy strength and

guide her with thy grace. .

She may carry home these poor souls.

We beg of Thee.

In the name of Jesus Christ,

thy only begotten son

who gave his life

for the sins of man.

Amen.

Come on out outta there! You clay-job...

Son of a b*tch!

Cmon down in here,

and you'll be a sad bastard long to live.

and that won't be there long.

Then you'll about understand, you Baffle!

This kit is Bob Giffen's place.

Bob Giffen has gone abandoned this place,

and I have a filed a new claim with.

Go on! Get the hell off my roof,

or face stifle recourse! Or I blow you!

We need to hang that son of a b*tch!

Cmon!

Are you are an angel?

You're not dead.

Help me.

Would you help me?

For God sake?

Suppose I do...

What would you do for me?

Anything! Anything!

God as my witness!

If I cut you down, would you

do what I tell you to?

Yes I will!

Swear to God!

You swear to it?

I swear...

Swear to that Almighty God

you were talking about?

"Vengeance is Mine"

Sayth the Lord.

bring in sheaves...

and do another's...

and if you cut me down from this Goddamn tree

and I'll do anything you tell me to.

I swear on God's holy name.

Please...

Alright.

I'll save you.

I gotta a job that'll work for you.

But if you try to hurt me,

you try and run away,

I'll kill you.

Take off the noose.

I need to collect my possibles.

This is Bob Giffen's place...

I never met him.

What happened to his sheep?

I eat 'em.

Now you even blasted up 'em vigilantes

and hanged, for jumping Bob's claim.

Hell! That's abandoned.

Look at it.

He didn't abandon nothing.

He just went back East, find himself a wife.

It's abandoned.

I'm sure is.

This is abandoned.

Damn...

Unhitch and stable the mules.

And tend to my mare, Dorothy.

and see to it that all the stock

on the place is fed and watered.

Your horse needs feed too.

Hope you don't care to, I will.

And your supper will be an hour late!

Getup that way now!

Getup there!

Step up!

Getup there!

Cleanup before you come in.

What's this job work you have in mind?

Would be grateful if you not

use my good chair that way.

My name is Cuddy.

Mary Bee Cuddy.

Where is Mr.Cuddy?

I'm unmarried.

What's the job?

Three women in this country

have lost their minds...

their husbands can't care for them properly.

You and I are gonna take them

back across the river to Iowa.

The Missouri River?

We're leave tomorrow.

Hell, that's five goddamn weeks from here!

I will not sit still for

profanity in my house.

I see why you're single!

I need someone who can hunt and guide

and spell me at the rains...

and help me with the animals on the trip.

That's why I set you free.

It's your job and you sworn you do it.

Three crazy women for five weeks

is a lot more than I bargained for.

If you lied to me...

and intent on abandoning your responsibility,

then you are a man of low character.

more, disgusting pig than honorable man

Thank you for the kind words, sister.

You know no pride in yourself...

plain as no ten pail and you are bossy!

But I'll sit out with you,

because I said I would...

and I'll help you tang your cuckoo-cuckoo

clocks as long as it suits me.

However,I'll up and leave

when, where and if I please.

Now, if you don't mind me asking you,

where the hell is my Goddamn bed?

In the stable.

Where you belong.

What are you doing, Mom?

I am cleaning.

I see you clean.

Why?

Why do you clean?

Our house is clean.

Our house was always clean.

Mom, you've lost your mind.

Soil is made of dust.

You intend to dust off the dust?

# This house will be clean #

# Cleanliness is next to godliness #

# Up there, at the crossroads #

# There is a small house #

# Whose walls are curved #

# Up there, at the crossroads #

# There is a small house... #

The winds blown all the corn over.

I know it.

All we can do is burn the cobs and the stove.

There ain't more corn for us to eat.

Just cobs.

Just bare old cobs.

I know it.

The wheat and Oats are dead.

I know it well.

What do you know?

Are you crazy?

Pull up there.

Better lock me in the wagon.

Why?

I didn't cheat them one rope, I don't wanna change

another, sons of b*tches try to hang me again.

Or...

You might be recognized.

You got any money?

Some.

Why?

Just need 3 boxes of paper cartridges,

a navy coach and a jug of whiskey.

Bullets maybe. But no whiskey.

Why not?

Can't have you drunk around

poor defenseless women. No.

So I won't go East with you.

Goodbye, Cuddy.

What's your name?

That's my business.

I going to the bank and I need your name.

oh well, hmmm. It's George.

George what?

Umm...Briggs.

George Briggs.

That's right.

George Briggs.

George Briggs.

Read this.

Here I'll read it for you.

"Mr.George Briggs, care of Mrs Altha Carter", Lady's 8th Society

"Methodist Church Hebron, Iowa"

So?

I put banknotes for $300 inside

this envelope. This for you.

Oh! Why not let me have it now?

Right this minute I'm going to the

Post Office, put it in the mail.

Why not carry it along with us?

When we get to Hebron, Miss Carter

will have it for you.

Her boy is not very not old.

We'll have to watch him close.

Don't know what he'll do

when we take Arabella away.

Ma'am...

Well there she is.

My wife, Belle.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs Sours.

She won't say nothing, Miss Cuddy.

She just sits there and

looks out the window...

it's that her body is all stoved up.

I have to carry her to the hour house...

Undress her nights, dress her in the morning

How long she been like this?

Ever since...

I don't even know her no more.

How old is your wife?

Nineteen.

And you?

Twenty one

I see.

Ma'am, she was beautiful, Miss Cuddy.

She maybe once again.

Mr.Briggs, would you iter up your

leisure long enough to lend a hand?

Now.

I wish you God's comfort, Garn.

Here's...here's this too.

Her grandma's wedding gift.

I reckon that should go with her.

I'll keep it for her and

see she takes it home.

We'll be back in a few weeks.

And you would hear from either

me or Reverend Dawd she's fine.

Goodbye!

Goodbye!

You don't love me?

You won't even look at me.

You won't think a damn.

Just go on home and pet your damn doll.

Leave me up against it.

You don't love me?

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