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{Y:i}"Dear Mr. Inman.
{Y:i}"I began by counting the days,
{Y:i}"then the months.
{Y:i}"I don't count on anything anymore|except the hope that you will return,
{Y:i}"and the silent fear that in the years|since we saw each other,
{Y:i}this war, this awful war, will have|changed us both beyond all reckoning."
This poor boy's from Alabama.
- He's a long way from home.|- Thank you.
Why don't them Yanks just attack?
Got any shirts, son?
{Y:i}Mm-{Y:i}hm-{Y:i}hm-{Y:i}hm
It's Mo Oakley's boy.
Can't be old enough to fight, can he?
- Good morning.|- Morning, son.
Got some boots and jackets.|You want one?
- Here. You want that?|- Thanks.
I hope these boots can hold up|for 400 miles,
'cause they're taking me|back to Cold Mountain.
{Y:i}"I think now|on the fleeting moments between us
{Y:i}"and wish I could repair them.
{Y:i}My awkward nature,|the things left unsaid."
All right, that's it.
Enough powder here|to blow a hole in the sky.
Yeah,|a real Yankee good mornin'.
{Y:i}Mm-{Y:i}hm-{Y:i}hm-{Y:i}hm
That old book of yours is in shreds.
Same as us. Seen too much war.
Hey, Oakley. Don't worry, son.|Them Yankee boys keep store hours.
They ain't open yet.
Close it up.
- Hey, where'd you come from?|- Hey, that's fresh breakfast.
- He's mine, Butcher.|- Hey! Hey! Get away!
- Hey, I saw him first.|- Come on!
- I saw it first!|- That's my rabbit! That's my rabbit!
Get your paws off my rabbit!|Get your paws off my rabbit!
{Y:i}"When I came with my father|to the town of Cold Mountain,
{Y:i}"I was so shy of how I looked,
{Y:i}"so out of place.
{Y:i}"But did you know how happy I was|to escape from Charleston,
{Y:i}from a world of slaves|and corsets and cotton?"
What do you fools think|you'll be fightin' for?
- The South?|- I call this nail Northern Aggression.
- Damn right.|- I call this nail the Yankee Skulls.
Last time I checked,|the South was a direction.
Never figured you|for a Lincoln lover, JT.
I tell you,|as soon as I finish this chapel,
I'm gonna go off|and kill me some Yankees.
Piss and vinegar.
Fightin' for a rich man's slave,|that's what.
Whoa, here comes the minister.
Ben, thank you.|Will you assist my daughter?
Lord have mercy,|look at that bonnet.
Look what's in it.
Oakley,|hand me the hammer, boy.
That's a true Southern belle.
- Mr. Swanger! Good morning to you.|- Morning, Reverend.
Esco, you remember my daughter, Ada.
- Miss Monroe.|- Good morning.
- Morning.|- Morning.
- Excellent progress.|- Morning.
- Mrs. Swanger, Mrs. Castlereagh.|- Morning, Reverend.
Now, if y'all will excuse me.
In Charleston, my congregation would still|be disputing the size of the windows.
It's a chapel.
Miss Monroe,|I was just thinkin' about you.
Cold Mountain must feel|like the end of the world.
Not at all.
- It's very beautiful.|- Well, you put us all to shame.
Men up here had a bearing on|what they thought a woman was,
- and then you showed up.|- Oh...
- No, I doubt that.|- Oh, believe me.
If you was to say a word to one of these|fools, I could get my top field cleared.
- Any one?|- No, um...
Him in particular.
Up in the rafters.
Won't normally say boo to a goose.
He's been pressin' me|since the day you arrived here.
- Your top field cleared?|- That's right.
Good morning, I'm Ada Monroe.
Inman.
Inman.
WP Inman.
WP Inman.
Repeatin' a thing doesn't improve it.
People call me Inman.
How 'bout that? Inman speaks.
If you were to take a glass of cider,|your friends might stop staring.
Inman.
You're just jealous. I'm gonna|take her for a walk at Bishop's Creek.
- Billy, is this frame flush?|- Thank you.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.|Thank you, yeah, right.
Richie, I seen your house. There|ain't a square angle anywhere near it.
And what do you do?
I workwood.
Hunt.
Mostly work wood.
Clear fields?
I can clear a field.
Was there something in particular|you wished to say to me?
Not that comes to me.
I'll say thank you... for the cider.
Move back! Go back! Move back!
Go back! Go back!
They're trapped in the wrong|damn crater. Whole plan backfired on 'em.
Send them Yanks straight to hell.
- Hold it, hold it.|- Let's go. Turn it around.
Damn fools|dug their own grave.
We've got 'em now, boys.
- It's a turkey shoot.|- What?
It's a turkey shoot.|They've run themselves into a hole.
Hell's busted.
Oakley!
Oakley!
Oakley!
- Inman! Inman!|- Oakley!
Oakley!
- Inman!|- Come on.
Inman.
- I've got you.
I got a few.
- You saw?|- I saw.
Am I gonna die?
Your folks can be real proud of you.
Son, this fellow says|he'll play whatever you want.
What about "Bonaparte's Retreat"?|That's one I play.
No. Play me somethin' sweet.
Like a girl's waiting for me.
- You heard him.|- I only know a couple of tunes.
Like when you're at Bishop's Creek...
and you're thirsty...
and the water's so cool.
I don't knowwhat music that is.
I'm reachin' Cold Mountain before you.
Good morning, Sally.
- Well, that's a fine-sounding thing.|- Oh...
My piano.
Oh, I've been missing it.
Thank you, by the way,|Inman's in my top field clearing his debt.
Oh, dear.
And then he had nothing to say.
He was happy.
Really?
Are men so different in Charleston?
Men?
I don't know.
If you're sayin' you might like him,|why not go over and say good mornin'?
I should be gettin' along.
Walk on, quickly.
Come on, Walk on. Slowly.
Walk on.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
My dear daughter, Ada,
who's given up so much for so long to help|me in my ministry, and upon whom I rely.
Friends, we are both very happy|to have this opportunity tonight...
to thank you from our hearts...
for your kind welcome|and, most of all, such a fine chapel.
So...
...thank you, and God bless you.
Our house is always open|to any of you at any time.
Welcome.
Esco?
That gentleman - he help build the chapel?
Him? No, that's Teague.
At one time the Teague family|owned the whole of Cold Mountain.
My farm, your farm,|it all belonged to his grandpappy.
Teague wanted this place bad,|and you got it.
And he's here sniffin' out an advantage.
There's no advantage here,|except to celebrate a job well done.
And that is a good thing|in these troubled times.
- Miss Monroe.|- Thank you.
- Were you never planning to come inside?|- I'm wetter than a fish.
- There's a good fire going.|- I'm all right.
You're always carrying a tray.
I was going to take some root beer|over to the Negroes.
Somebody said you were enlisting.
- Are you?|- If there is a war, we'll all fight.
- Did you get a picture made?|- Say again?
A tintype, with your musket|and your courage on display.
You're laughin' at me.
I don't know you.
This doesn't come out right.
If it were enough just to stand,|without the words...
It is.
It is.
You... Look.
Look. Look at the sky now.|What color is it?
Or the way... a hawk flies?
Or you wake up...
and your ribs are bruised|thinking so hard on somebody.
What do you call that?
I'll do that.
I can't get much wetter.
{Y:i}"What if you are killed,|and I'll never see you again?
{Y:i}"You said after a few years|I would barely remember your name.
{Y:i}"Oh, Inman.
{Y:i}It is more than three years,|and I remember your name."
Soldiers. Don't get up.
You are mentioned tonight in my report.
You men from Cold Mountain have|once again been heroes for the cause.
There are Yankees in that stand of trees|between us, stuck there from the retreat.
{Y:i}If they stay there, tomorrow mornin'|they can shoot us down for sport.
Go around.
It's a Reb!
How many of them are there?
I think there's five.
Under the trees.
- We got 'em.|- Let's go, let's go.
Butcher's down.
Leave him, leave him.|He's gone. Let's go.
Go, go! Go! Run!
- Go! Go! Go!|- Hold your fire!
What's over by them trees?
It's us! It's us!
I said hold your fire! Hold your fire.
Leave him. Leave him.
Agh!
{Y:i}Inman'll get it.
Supposed to bring good luck,|a bird caught in a room.
I'm so sorry to have kept you|waiting. She'll just be a few seconds.
- Mr. Inman.|- Reverend.
- What can I do for you?|- I have some sheet music.
It belonged to my father.|No use to me.
Thank you.
- You must come in.|- I should probably get along.
Mr. Inman is more comfortable outdoors.
Perhaps we might...|perhaps we might take a walk.
A splendid idea.
Let me just get your hat.
I dragged my poor daughter 400 miles|from Charleston to Cold Mountain
because my doctors,|they've been sayin' my chest is weak.
So the air's supposed to do me good.
But it's the view I think heals.
It's what people say|we're fightin' for. To keep it that way.
I have no plans to preach war|in my church, Mr. Inman.
I imagine God is weary of being called|down on both sides of an argument.
I imagine God is.
Thank you.
Now, your father played the piano, did he?
That's right. He was a teacher.
And is your father living, Mr. Inman?
- He is not.|- And your mother?
No, sir. She died when I was born.
- Secession.|- North Carolina left the Union.
Whoo!
- We got our war!|- Whoo-hoo!
We got our war! We got it!|We got it! It's about time.
Whoo!
- All right!|- Inman! Inman!
Ready to fight, son, ready to fight.
Whoo!
We got our war, man.
Well, you have your war.
Ada.
Ada.
It's a great day for North Carolina.
Those who follow Lincoln|or preach abolition...
you best keep one eye open|when you're sleepin'.
Ol' boogeyman might get you.
Are you the law all of a sudden,|Mr. Teague?
That's right, son.
Home Guard for Haywood County.|And I'm the law from today.
Y'all go fight now.|We'll watch over your sweethearts.
Hey, Teague.|Why ain't you fightin'?
'Cause he's too old.
Yeah!
Whoo!
You might be safer back in Charleston.
- But then who'll be waiting for you?|- Three cheers for North Carolina!
- All right.|- Three cheers for the South!
Hip hip hurrah!
Hip hip hurrah!
Hip hip hurrah!
Inman. It belongs to Inman.
I got it. He's here.
They found that book|you been worryin' about, soldier.
Wait.
I found you this book to take with you.
William Bartram.
They tell me it's good.
I think he writes about these parts,|the author, so...
Thank you.
And this.
I'm not smiling in it.
I don't know how to do that,
hold a smile.
- Ada.|- What?
- Whoa!|- He'll be back in a month.
Kiss her for me.
Come on, let's go.
I'll be waiting for you.
Lookin' good, Butcher.
Bring home|some Yankee scalps, Swimmer.
Yee-haw!
{Y:i}Look out the window, ladies.|See what these poor fools are dyin' for.
{Y:i}How many would still lose a leg|for the rich man's slave?
Most of these soldiers'll be dead by|morning, or if they're stubborn, by nightfall.
I've other men outside|in the courtyard waitin' for beds,
so any kind word will be a blessin'.
It's the heat. I'm sorry. They rot.
Pigeon River...
How are you, son?
Cold... Mountain...
I-I'm sorry.
- You want water?|- Cold... Mountain.
Cold Mountain?
Cold Mountain.
Do you worry when there's no word|from him? From Mr. Inman?
Yes.
But then I've tried countin'|the number of words
which have passed between Mr. Inman|and me - not very many.
But I think about him, Daddy, all the time.
I lost your mother|after 22 months of marriage.
It was enough to fill a life.
That was the last of the ham.
- It was delicious.|- I have to learn how to cook.
I was thinking of saying|something in chapel.
Perhaps some of the womenfolk|will volunteer.
I can't have people coming here|and cooking for me.
I so...
I so regret...
I should have raised you less like a|companion and more like a young woman.
I'm sorry, Ada.|And for dragging you here.
I'm not sorry.
I would have followed you anywhere.
- To Mongolia.|- Mongolia.
But with no one left to work this place,|nothing to buy, nothing left to buy it with...
I just don't know how we're gonna|get through another winter.
Will you play me somethin'? Somethin'|peaceful while I look over my sermon.
It's too damp out here.|You should come inside.
No.
I like it.
Daddy, bring the tablecloth in.
Come inside before you drown.
You have a letter.
North Carolina.
It's come a long way.
It's not too recent.
It's written this past winter.
I'm afraid I can't read who it's from.
"Dear Mr. Inman..."
{Y:i}"Since you've left, time has been|measured out in bitter chapters.
{Y:i}"Last fall, my poor father died.
{Y:i}"Our farm at Black Cove is abandoned.
{Y:i}"Every house in these mountains|touched by tragedy.
{Y:i}"Each day the dread...|of learning who has fallen...
{Y:i}who will not return from this terrible war.
{Y:i}"And no word from you.
{Y:i}"Are you alive?
{Y:i}"I pray to God you are.
{Y:i}"This war is lost on the battlefield
{Y:i}and is being lost twice over|by those who stayed behind."
He ain't comin' back, you know that.
You must know that in your heart.
Look at me.
Look at me.
I'm not nothin'.
{Y:i}"I'm still waiting,|as I promised I would.
{Y:i}"But I find myself alone|and at the end of my wits...
{Y:i}too embarrassed to keep taking|from those who can least afford to give."
Ada! It's Sally!
Ada!
Look at the state of this place.
Well, set it on the porch.
She let them slaves go free,|and now...
Poor soul, she's got nobody and nothin',|and waitin' on a ghost.
Shoo!
Go away.
Devil!
{Y:i}"My last thread of courage now|is to put my faith in you...
{Y:i}"and to believe I will see you again.
{Y:i}"So now I say to you, plain as I can...
{Y:i}"if you are fighting, stop fighting.
{Y:i}"If you are marching, stop marching.
{Y:i}"Come back to me.
Come back to me is my request."
{Y:i}"Come back to me.
{Y:i}Come back to me is my request."
Wounded men, don't stray|from the hospital grounds.
Hey!
If they send us back to fight...
Hey, get your peanuts now,|from the blind man,
- Hey, your hot goobers here.|- It's a sad day.
Gettin' better, soldier?
Seems that way.
I wouldn't hurry.
The war's almost done.|Don't need your help to lose it.
You got ten minutes now, boys. Ten|minutes to get your haircuts and shaves.
I've been meanin' to ask you.|Where'd you take your wound?
Oh, before I was born.
Never set eyes on a thing in this world.
Not a tree, a gun or a woman.|Put my hand on all three, though.
- What would you give for that?|- Hm?
- To have your eyeballs for ten minutes.|- Ten minutes?
I wouldn't give an lndian head cent.
- Might turn me hateful.|- That's sure what seein's done to me.
No, that's not the way I meant it.
You said ten minutes.
It's havin' a thing and then|the loss of it I'm talking about.
Then we don't agree. There's not much I|wouldn't give for ten minutes of someplace.
Yeah, someplace... or someone.
You watch yourself, now.
They're shootin' men|who take themselves a walk.
By order of Zebulon Vance,
governor of this great state|of North Carolina,
any soldier turned deserter|is guilty of treason,
and should be hunted down like a dog.
Any man who takes in a deserter|is likewise guilty of treason.
The Home Guard is powered to enter any|place it sees fit without notice or constraint.
Captain Teague needs more volunteers.
Any man whose age or infirmity|prevents him from fightin' shall join us
to protect this county from Yankee raiders|and traitors to the cause.
- Is there a letter for me?|- Nothin'.
We've been gettin' no post through at all.|The sooner we lose this war the better.
They say not one boy in ten|is comin' home to these mountains.
Teague and his rabble throwin' their weight|around. They're worse than the Yankees.
Might I speak with you, please?
This was the Reverend Monroe's.
I don't know who would want a watch.
Who can bear to look at the time?
I've got a little salt pork you can have.
Keep your daddy's watch.
Thank you.
I was talkin' to some of the other womenfolk
about maybe lookin' in on you|at Black Cove. It's hard right now, but...
Oh, no, I manage very well.|Whatever the talk is.
I'm very grateful for the pork.
Which I intend to pay for, of course.
Is everything all right?
Mm-hmm.
Ada.
Ada.
Why, Ada, you are skinny|as a whippet, girl.
- You are comin' indoors with me.|- No, I can't.
I don't...
I can't keep countin' on your kindness.
Now, come on. I'm makin' a stew.
We'd be proud to have you.|Esco's gonna be wantin' his dinner.
I just wanna stop, I tell you. Yeah.
Sit on the porch with Sal,|watch my boys in the fields,
holler "Good job" every hour or so.
That'll be a good day,|when our boys get home.
What about your people in Charleston?
There are no people.
And there's no money.
My father had some bonds|and investments.
They're worthless now, of course.|The war...
They're not worth anything.|I don't have anywhere else to go.
I don't wanna go.
- You're waiting on a feller.|- Oh!
- Look down our well...|- Esco...
She should.
If you look down our well with a mirror,|you'll see the future. It's what they say.
You do it.|She does it.
What kind of mirror?
- We'll hold on to you, Esco, you hold on.|- I got her.
- We got you.|- Mm.
See anything?
Uh...
Uh...
- I don't know.|- I tried many a time.
Lookin' for a sign|my boys were comin' home.
I never saw a dickey bird.
- Oh!|- Are you all right? Ada?
What? What happened?
What'd you see? What'd you see?
{Y:i}"Yesterday,|I saw you walkin' back to me...
{Y:i}"or thought I did.
{Y:i}"I found myself crouching|over Sally Swanger's well...
{Y:i}"... like a madwoman|staring into its secrets.
{Y:i}"Was it you I saw walking home to me,|or was it your ghost?
{Y:i}"After so long, I know I must learn|to survive on my own
{Y:i}"and accept you will not return.
{Y:i}And yet I cannot. I cannot."
Them cows wants milkin'.
If that letter ain't urgent,|them cows is is what I'm sayin'.
I don't know you.
Old lady Swanger says you need help.
Here I am.
I... I need help but... I need...|I do need help, but I need a laborer.
There's... there's plowing and rough work.|I think there's been a misunderstanding.
What's that rake for?
- The rake?|- Well, it ain't for gardenin', that's for sure.
Number one, you got a horse?|I can plow all day. I'm a worker.
Number two, ain't no man better'n me,
'cause there ain't no man around|who ain't old or full of mischief.
- I know your plight.|- My plight?
Am I hard to hear?|'Cause you keep repeatin' everything.
I ain't lookin' for money. I never cared for it|and now it ain't worth nothin'.
I expect to board and eat,|at the same table.
- I ain't a servant, if you get my meanin'.|- You're not a servant.
People's gonna have to empty|their own night jars is my point.
And I don't expect to work|whilst you sit around and watch, neither.
Right.
Right. Is that a yes or a no?
There's a rooster.|He's the devil, I'm sure of it.
I go near him|and he is at me with his spurs.
He's Lucifer himself.
I despise a floggin' rooster.
Oh, no. I wouldn't...
My name's Ruby Thewes.|I know your name.
Let's put him in a pot.
Urgh!
You're my angel, my butterfly.
Come fly away.
My love...
God forgive me for doin' this.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sendin' you to a better place.
You go fly away.
Hey!
- Don't do that.|- Don't pull that trigger, I'm a man of God.
- I killed several of them.|- I mean I'm God's minister.
What part of God's business|is throwin' a woman down a gorge?
A slave woman.
Can you see that in this light?|Black as a bucket of tar.
- Is she dead?|- No, I drugged her.
Like you would a butterfly.
And I care for her.|That's the heartbreak of it.
She's got my bastard in her belly.
Come on. Back up.
- I'm beggin' you.|- Git.
It's better you blow out my brains|than return me to this place.
You're gonna put her back|where she sleeps.
I do that, the members will lynch me
for sirin' a bastard while servin' as|their preacher. We're a strict congregation.
We've churched men|for pickin' up a fiddle on the Sabbath.
So you reckon to kill her?|What, because she's a slave?
I... um...
There's a back door. Have pity.
Thank you.
I was gonna do a grievous wrong.
I think I should go back up to my wife.
She wakes at the slightest noise.
Agh! Ohh...
Where's some paper and a pencil?
Hey, Ada! You up?
Yes.
Wha...? It's still dark.
Tell that to the cows. It's late.
You all set?
Oh, I-I just have to eat somethin'.
Well, then, you got to get up earlier.|What's that?
A novel.
You wanna carry a book,|carry one you can write in.
We got our own story.|It's called "Black Cove Farm: Catastrophe".
I can spell it, too. Learned it the same place|you did, in the schoolhouse.
One of the first words they taught me.
"Ruby Thewes,|you are a c-a-t-a-s-t-r-o-p-h-e."
Three years I was in school,|before my daddy...
Sayin' God rest his soul is like|wishin' him what he had in life.
He lived to rest. He was born tired.
He decided... better use for me
than havin' me sat all day|in front of a chalkboard.
Number one, lay out a winter garden|for cool-season crops.
Turnips right there, onions, cabbage.
Collards.
Number two,|patch the shingles on the barn roof.
Have we got a maul and frow?
- Maul?|- Maul. M-a-u-l.
Number three, clear and turn this field.
No harm done lettin' it go.|Now we'll do well.
Number 1 5...
1 6.
- Number 1 6...|- Number 1 6...
Put up some gourds for a martin colony.|Keep away these crows.
One thing in abundance on this farm,|and that's crows. Shut the gate.
I'd pay a dollar for an egg.
I've got no quarrel with you.
Hey!
Am I near the Cape Fear River?
Home Guard! Get back there!
Runaways!
Come on, boys!
Let's get 'em!
They're spreadin' out in the field!
- Come back here!|- They're in the field.
They're in the field!
I can get you outta here.
I daresay that's Home Guard followin' you.
They're out on the road,|huntin' down deserters.
And I don't recommend that way.
You'll meet half the town comin' after me|with a noose, thanks to you.
I should have shot you|when I had the chance.
I know where there's a ferry crossin'.|Or you can stubborn yourself to death.
- If this is a trap...|- Please yourself. I'm just bein' a Christian.
- You got any money?|- $5.
For $5 I wouldn't give a parched man|a dipper of this river water.
The sign says "Ferry $5."
Nobody crosses these waters|unless they're runnin' from someplace.
You wanna wait for your friends?
I can give you $30 Confederate.
Well, all right, let's go.
Whatever that's worth.
They cut off my hair.
That was hard.
I was vain about my hair.
I had curls.
But I deserved it.
I'm the Reverend Veasey.|Have I seen you in church?
No. Not likely to, neither.
I'd say these days, the devil rules the roost.
30 more dollars.|we can go over to that cabin
and I can pull this dress over my head.
Have we got $30?
- Get down!|- I got one.
- Is there any other way to cross?|- Barge or boat. The water's full of gators.
What's this wood?
- I don't know.|- In.
- I don't know.|- Pine.
- Locust?|- Pine. Where's north?
North? Uh...
Name me three herbs|that grow wild on this farm.
I can't. I can't, all right?
I can talk about farming in Latin.
I can... I can read French.
I know how to lace up a corset.|God knows.
I can name the principal rivers in Europe.
Just don't ask me|to name one stream in this county!
I can... I can embroider|but I can't darn!
I can arrange cut flowers|but I can't grow them!
If a thing has a function,|if I might do something with it,
then it wasn't considered suitable!
Why?
Ruby, you can ask why about|pretty much everything to do with me.
This fence is about the first thing|that I've ever done
that might produce an actual result.
So you never wrapped your legs|around this Inman?
Oh!
Come on.
Fine piano.
If we're careful,|now we'll get through winter.
I got old man Roy|to give me ten of them sheep,
on account of I said they's so small,
put together they weren't no bigger|than six proper sheep.
My father|always wanted sheep on this farm.
I cut off my hair once for money.
My daddy got $2 for it.|Made a wig for some rich feller in Raleigh.
I'm just sayin'|I'm real sorry you had to lose your piano.
Ruby, it was my idea.
Stobrod liked to call himself a musician.
My daddy.|He could play six tunes on a fiddle.
Got hisself shot dead at Petersburg.
I was like his goat.
Or some critter tethered to a post.
He left me once.|Up in them mountains.
I was eight.|He was gone over two and a half weeks.
He left you?
Uh-huh. I was all right.
My daddy, he'd walk 40 miles for liquor|and not 40 inches for kindness.
I'm so plugged up.
Used to be as regular as morning prayers.
Matter of fact,|I could set my watch by my bowels.
Open my gut now, they'd find turds|stacked up like little black twigs.
Home Guard!
- Hey.|- Shh.
- Look at this.|- Keep your voice down.
Look at this!
- It's a good saw!|- And it's not yours.
You're a Christian.|Don't you know your Commandments?
You'll find the good Lord|very flexible on the subject of property.
We could do a lot with this saw.
Cut down a tree.|Play music with it.
You're gonna thank me for this saw.
I'll say thank you when I've lost you|and I've found some food.
You'll see.|You'll thank me.
Shh.
Good day to you.
My old bull... wandered off...|and died in this here creek.
Poisonin' up our water|is how I found him.
Thank you.|You are a true Christian.
- That's a rank odor from that animal.|- Been dead a good while, I reckon.
This is a tricky one.
You fellers help me out,|my woman'll cook you up a good dinner.
I'm gettin' an idea.
My saw's the remedy.
I believe you need two people,|one on either end.
Yeah.
Give me that saw.
Let's do this in chapters.
- That's right.|- Yeah.
Start at the neck.
Aw...!
Oh, well... That is unpleasant.
There's my place.
Hope you can stomach|a yard chock full of female.
Oh, God. Oh, my God.
Hallelujah.
Hallelujah! Oh, hallelujah!|The Israelites!
What happened?
He's got a shit comin'.|It's overdue.
The tribes of lsrael are about to flee|from the banks of Egypt!
Good God.
These boys are stoppin' for supper!
Brought my woman home,
she showed up with her three sisters,|so-called, and their brats.
That's Mae, Dolly, Shyla,
and the pretty one in blue is my wife, Lila.
Those are fine examples of the female.
Oh, I'm about to pass out.
My home brew sneaks up on you.|It curdles your durdles.
Oh. Oh, look. He's gone now.
Look. He's gone now.
His eyes, they've gone.
- His eyes are gone.|- What?
Gone, gone, gone, gone!
I'm leavin' soon as I'm full.|Y'all havin' too much fun for me.
Really? Goodbye.
Well, yeah.|I got a bunch of traps need visitin',
but I'll be back before...|before dark tomorrow.
- Y'all still be here?|- That's my fervent prayer.
I'll say my goodbyes.|I gotta go.
I got miles and miles and miles and miles|ahead of me before I reach the Blue Ridge.
Blue Ridge? What's the hurry?
- Maybe I will just lie down a moment.|- Yeah.
- This house is on a bit of a tilt.|- Yeah, it is a bit crooked.
Lie down.
What about you, Reverend?
I'm headin' for that smokehouse.
And I'm ready|to be washed clean of my dirt.
- Yeah, Mae, you go tend to him.|- Mm-hm.
All right.
Y'all get to bed.
Everybody else got their job.
- Come on, get to bed.|- Now?
Everybody to bed.|Lila, you stay with them kids.
Get on up those stairs.
I'll be seein' you.
Look...
He's mine.|You go rub yourself off on the preacher.
I'm gonna make him hug me till I grunt.
He's purty, ain't he?
Git.
She ain't even supposed to get a man.
Hey.
I know. I know.
I...
How about that?
- What does that favor?|- I...
-...gotta go.|- Get on.
And ride me all the way to China.
You shy?
- Do you need a hand?|- No. Uh...
Let's have a look|and see what we can muster.
Oh, no.|Look what you made me do.
Slut!
Home Guard!
Cover yourself up!
I told you, you don't touch the money!
I had a special prayer you'd come visit.
- Get up.|- Evenin', Hank.
Evenin', Hank.
- You took your time.|- I said get up!
Get in line.|You fools fall for it every time.
God will judge you, you Judas.
- Thanks.|- God will judge you!
- Move out!|- Our lives are on your rotten soul.
- Mister?|- Your rotten soul!
Shut your mouth!
- Pleasure doin' business with you, boys.|- Judas!
Save your breath.
You got a long walk back to the fightin'.
Ada Monroe and Ruby Thewes,|look at you both.
Look at us both what?
Like a couple of scarecrows|after a thunderstorm.
We need a scarecrow.|Birds done ate up half our winter garden.
For all your kindness, coffee... and a pie.
Yeah, and that's real coffee. It ain't chicory|and dirt. Found a sack hid in the larder.
Mmm.
Thank you both.
Ruby, I look forward to this.|We all do.
Esco and me.
- She made it.|- I made it.
Good God in heaven.
I'm still livin'.
Well, I know Esco's|gonna be real sorry he missed you.
Yep.
- Strike you as odd?|- What?
- Stood at her front door.|- I know.
Number one, I knowed that woman|all my life, I never stood outside her house.
She'd let a wolf in if it knocked at the door.
Perhaps...
I don't know.|Perhaps she was busy.
Number two, old man Swanger's inside|that house. I could smell his pipe burnin'.
- Number three, look at them fields.|- What about them?
We come by here a week ago|and they was waist-high in hay.
You tellin' me|that's work for one old man and his dog?
Yankees! Yankees!
Cavalry! Federal raiders!
Just over that hill.
- Get those sacks of shit up that hill.|- Come on!
Get those horses under cover.|If they see us, we're dead.
Make a move, make a noise...
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