[reflective music]
[shouts]
[whip cracking]
[shouts]
[chuckling]
[knock at door]
Come in.
He's, uh, asking for you.
How do I look?
You look beautiful,
Miss Julie.
You always do.
I hate these dinner parties.
Don't be fibbing.
You love these parties.
You hate Annabelle Tilby.
[sighs]
Hm.
I'm sure she'll be down soon.
Yes.
Uncle Kyle.
It's about time you got here.
I'm sore sorry, uncle Kyle.
I need...
Allow me to
take responsibility.
I couldn't show up
to my first dinner party
not looking my best.
I don't recollect
meeting you before.
May I introduce myself?
Frank Dean.
John Tilby.
My wife,
Mrs. John Tilby.
Pleasure.
- My son Lane.
- Hello.
Good evening.
You're late.
- Please forgive me. I was...
- You must be Ms. Richards.
Harty speaks
very highly of you.
I'm sure.
Dinner will be
served shortly.
Mm.
After you.
What do you do, Mr. Dean?
I'm here to help Mr. Allison
with his business.
Mining?
No, not mining,
but there are opportunities
above ground
when there's gold beneath it.
The future is upon us.
The cowboys and savages
I read about as a child,
they will soon be extinct.
Opportunity is truly
paved from the ore
that you gentlemen have pulled.
Look at Mr. Allison.
The man is a king,
investing his money so wisely.
Your nephew tells me
that you alone
brought electricity
to Goldfield.
First in the state.
Thanks to Mr. Allison's
generosity.
Mm-hmm, yes,
he's a very generous man.
Well, that was a fine meal.
And this is an excellent
Kentucky bourbon.
It's very good.
Did you know it was
Thomas Jefferson
who made Kentucky
bourbon country?
Gave 60 acres
to the French farmers
to raise their native crops
as to honor their contribution
to the Revolutionary War.
Thomas Jefferson
was an honorable man.
Are you?
- Answer him.
- Wait a second.
- Sit down.
- Lane.
We ain't done nothing.
Sit down.
Your daddy's been
undercutting me, son.
Haven't you, John?
Is this why you invited us,
to threaten me?
Gentlemen,
we are just talking,
but Mr. Allison,
he does expect the truth.
I have done nothing.
I'm not a fool.
Well, a fool
doesn't get rich...
and a dead man don't
take it with him.
Well, I should
probably be going.
Yes.
Annabelle, we're leaving.
- Let me show you out.
- No need.
Think you got to him?
I do, unless, of course,
you'd like something more.
What do you want?
Is there anything I can do
for you, Mr. Allison?
No.
Well, you do have
her well trained.
[somber music]
Well, gentlemen, I shall
retire for the evening.
You should, both of you.
Have yourself a
good night, Kyle.
Mr. Dean?
He'll have you
well trained too.
I'm sure he will.
You do have an interesting
family, Harty Allison.
Ned and Sue have finished.
You never said,
do you like my dress?
I don't give a damn
about your dress.
I thought you wanted
the gold one.
Come here.
Come on.
Tilby was lying.
I knew Tilby was a liar.
I can't trust anyone.
You can trust me.
Trust you?
Trust you?
Why in the hell would
I ever trust you, huh?
Huh?
You're not well.
I'll leave you.
Goodnight.
Where you going?
I saw the way you looked
at him tonight.
I would never disrespect you
by looking at another man.
I belong to you.
Let me take you upstairs.
Come on.
Come on.
That's right.
I don't need your help,
you whore.
Come on, now.
[crying]
I got you.
Good morning, Ms. Richards.
Frank Dean's quite a man.
He done told me about
some of the jobs he pulled,
make your skin crawl
straight off.
I assure you, sir, I had
no intentions of such a thing.
My demeanor sometimes
can be misunderstood.
Well, you can have
all your fancy words
as long as we understand
one another.
I'm here for you
and to get paid, that is all.
Then get to work.
- [smack]
- [grunting]
You got me dirty.
[groans]
Ugh!
It's notarized.
You have the deed.
You didn't have to beat my son.
Oh, we would never do
a thing like that.
Would we, Lane?
No.
I don't want my family in
danger over a misunderstanding.
Well, then you should
probably leave town.
Let's go.
[chuckling]
Henry James.
Michael Dalton.
No. Please.
I'll do whatever you want.
[coughing]
You tell Kyle Allison
to go to hell!
[gunshot]
You've done well, Kentucky.
Thank you, sir.
I do appreciate
your kind words.
I'm sure you do.
[chuckling]
Worth every penny.
Good night.
Get upstairs.
[somber music]
Come here.
Come on.
Come on. God damn it.
Get up!
Get up! I said stand up.
Get up.
Stand up!
- Get up, you whore. Get up.
- [screaming]
It's all your fault,
you hear?
It's all your fault!
You know it!
This is your fault
'cause you're not
pretty anymore.
You know that? You're not
as pretty as you used to be!
[screaming indistinctly]
[growling]
[door opens]
Well, howdy.
What happened?
Please.
It's none of your concern.
You're right, of course.
Forgive me.
I was simply trying
to gain your trust.
Why?
I'd like to think
that we could be friends.
Can we?
You know why we can't.
We may have had a tragic
beginning to our relationship...
We don't have a
relationship, Mr. Dean.
Kyle Allison is a pig of
a man, and I know you know it,
and we both know
what he is capable of.
Why are you saying this?
A gentleman should
never strike a lady.
You kill people.
Only the bad ones.
I can't be your friend.
[calm music]
We are going out tonight.
Put on that green dress.
You deserve better.
Come on, now. Come on.
Come on, girl. Come on.
Watch your step,
Ms. Richards.
Thank you, Mr. Dean.
[indistinct chatter]
Good evening.
How are you doing,
Mr. Allison?
Evening.
- Ma'am.
- Mr. Allison.
How you doing tonight?
Evening.
- Evening.
- Gentlemen.
- How you doing, Mr. Allison?
- Evening.
Good to see you.
Good to see you.
You're not cheating
again, are you?
That a boy. How're the games?
Mr. Allison, join us?
By all means, deal me in.
[laughing]
[grunts]
- Mr. Allison.
- Is this her?
- This is Cora.
- Well.
Get up.
Now.
This is Mr. Allison, Cora.
You're going to live
with him now.
Does that suit you, honey?
Good.
Kentucky.
Darling, why don't you
come over here?
You knew this day would come.
What do I do?
You come back to work.
Where else will you go?
I don't know.
Come inside.
I told you, I was his prize
long before you.
Hold your head high.
Do not give him these tears.
Come. Come.
[melancholy music]
Are you ready to go?
What about my things?
We'll get you new things.
Take us home.
Hoo-ah, get up.
Come on.
[speaking Spanish]
[dark music]
[knock at door]
Come on.
- No.
- Maria...
I said no!
May I have a moment?
Haven't you done
enough to her?
You know what
he wants me to do.
Get out.
I won't do it.
But you're not safe
in Goldfield.
You have to leave.
- Where?
- I'll take you to Johnson.
You can catch a stagecoach
to wherever you want to go.
I'm not staying here.
Julie...
Come on in.
[chuckling]
What do you think, huh?
Why don't you take her on
upstairs and show her around?
Come on, ma'am.
Where's Julie?
She won't be living here
anymore, Ned.
How far is Johnson?
Not far.
But I do believe
this is far enough.
Why are we stopping?
- Get down.
- Why?
[grunts]
[whimpering]
[pistol cocks]
Did you really think I would
love someone like you?
Mr. Dean.
So weak, worn.
I'd be offended if I didn't
know how broken you truly are.
You know, Kyle Allison,
he can't be trusted.
I had no idea that he would
get rid of you like this.
Our time has passed.
Goodbye, Ms. Richards.
- [pistol clicks]
- [gasps]
[grunts]
[suspenseful music]
Ms. Richards?
Ms. Richards?
I know
you're out here.
If you choose to face your
fate, I will make it quick.
I guess it'll be slow then.
[dark music]
[grunts]
[thunder rumbling]
Maybe you're not as good
as I was told.
So you've said.
- Bested by a woman.
- Oh, I'll find her.
Don't you worry about that.
Yeah, well, take Harty.
It's just Julie.
Ain't nobody gonna listen
to a runned-away whore.
Your mother was a whore,
you sniveling coward.
Get the job done.
[evocative music]
You really think an Injun
can find her?
If she's out here,
we'll find her.
[foreboding music]
Hello.
What's your name?
I only brought you here
to get you fixed up.
Least you can do
is tell me your name.
Vince Wagner, you be nice.
Hello, dear.
Got a bad head wound.
We've been keeping you out
so you could heal.
Yup.
Let's get you cleaned up.
Her name's Julie.
Julie.
You know, wounds like that
take a while to heal.
Don't you even think
about leaving her here.
- I won't.
- [laughing]
- What?
- You.
You never surprise me.
The things you bring
from the wild.
You think she's an entertainer?
Clothes like that
cost a lot.
[birds calling]
Those old clothes fit.
I'll just let
the two of you be.
Your name's Julie?
Headed home tomorrow.
You're welcome to come
with me if you want.
Potter's Cross is a two-day
ride from there.
You can catch a coach.
I don't have any money.
I don't want your money.
Well, when you're ready enough
to travel, we'll go.
- You take care of yourself.
- We'll see you soon.
Sure you will, Vince Wagner.
[evocative music]
You catch horses?
Mustangs.
I wrangle mustangs...
break 'em, sell 'em.
Why?
I like the life it provides.
It's hot, Frank.
We been out here a week,
ain't found nothing but that.
Just take that to him
and just tell him she's dead.
Why'd you shoot me?
[wiping blade]
Shall we?
Is that him?
Call him Chato.
Her name's Julie.
She's scared of Chato.
You take some
getting used to.
You live here?
- Yup.
- With your Indian?
Chato lives where he wants.
She has some secrets.
Yup, she does.
She carries the weight.
Yeah.
Should have left her
with the buzzards.
No, I'm glad she's here.
Better to look
at than you.
- She won't be here long.
- Mm-hmm.
You're here now.
Here and now is better
than wherever you were.
Headed down to the lake
to wash up for supper.
Well, you want beans
or beans?
- Beans.
- I can do that.
You coming?
You smell like a horse.
Go ahead. You can say it.
"Vince, I am so glad
you brought me down here."
I've never seen
so much water.
It's what I thought
the ocean would look like.
It's not a bad place to live
in a tent.
I'm getting in.
- Coming?
- No.
All right, missing out.
You sure?
Your loss.
[shouting]
He isn't what I expected.
Chato?
He is a special breed of man.
Wants to walk free
even when the world
doesn't want him to.
Probably why I like
having him around so much.
I'm starving.
You hungry?
Come on.
Chato here's the only survivor
of the Skeleton Cave Massacre.
What is the Skeleton Cave
Massacre?
Before the white man decided
to move us,
they slaughtered my people.
Cavalry killed 75.
They had us surrounded...
shot us from the mountaintops.
He was eight.
I'm not special.
I ran, to live.
You don't have to
give me your tent.
I'll be fine.
- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.
[singing in native language]
[singing continues]
[heavy drumbeat]
Get, get.
Hup.
Hup, hup.
Hup, hup, hup.
Get.
Come on.
Hup, hup.
Hup, hup, hup.
How long's he been
doing this?
His whole life.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
[horse whinnies]
[calm music]
Morning.
Slept half the day away.
I think she's
getting used to us.
May I ride him?
No, he ain't ready
for you yet.
I can do it.
Now, this ain't no show pony.
Here.
Take it easy, Julie.
[clicks tongue]
Ease off, Julie.
Argh.
- Whoa, boy.
- You all right?
[gasping]
Here, let me have
a look at you...
- No!
- All right.
Told you not to ride
that horse.
I don't need you
to tell me anything.
I have spent my whole life
having men tell me what to do,
and I'm done!
- What would I know about that?
- Nothing.
- That's right, I don't.
- You don't know anything.
I don't.
- Go on, then.
- I will.
- Don't.
- [chuckles]
[somber music]
Should we check on her?
Let her be.
I think I want to try again.
[warm music]
You did good today.
Never known this kind
of kindness...
From a man.
I ran away from the army.
I saw it was doing terrible
things to people like Chato.
Guess that's why
I keep him so close.
And I kind of like him,
I guess.
I never met people like you
and Chato before.
Don't think
you ever will again.
Probably not.
If you knew who I was,
you would have left me there.
I doubt it.
I want to tell you
everything.
- Good morning.
- Morning.
My name
is Franklin Bennett Dean.
Might I inquire of you?
The Andersons.
- Hey, Vince.
- Hello.
Thanks, Chato.
[murmuring]
- It is so good to see you.
- How was your trip?
- Good, good, good.
- Who you got there?
Did you run off and
finally find you a woman?
Well, now,
not like you're thinking.
I'm sure.
Uh, Julie Richards, this is
Cal and Ellie Anderson.
Ma'am, nice to meet you.
- This here is Buffer.
- It is so nice to meet you.
She is a beautiful thing.
- She's wearing boy clothes.
- Now, son.
Yes, she is.
Well, about time
someone made him honest.
Ain't that right, Cal?
Yup.
We own the general
in Pine Creek,
keep Vince and Chato
in supplies, trade for horses.
Cal does like his horses.
I think it's 'cause
he hates working the store.
We have employees.
What are you doing?
- Nothing.
- That is shameful
in front of a lady.
You go on. Get out there
with pa, now. Scoot.
Sorry about that.
Sometimes he acts
like a critter.
What do you say, Buffer?
What do you think of this one?
You ever think about
having children?
- No.
- You should.
You'd make some
very pretty babies.
You ask me, you should be
considering Vince.
That man is ripe.
You know, there's a wedding and
a barn dance tomorrow night.
I can never get Vince
to go to these things.
I don't know why.
Everyone loves him.
Vince Wagner,
you are bringing Miss Julie
to the town social tomorrow.
I won't hear
another thing about it.
Oh, hell.
It's settled, then.
Sorry, Vince.
See y'all tomorrow?
Now, come early so we can look
at getting her into a dress.
Come on.
Don't be late.
Well, have a good time.
She can be a bit much.
I thought she was nice.
Thought you were taking me
to Potter's Crossing tomorrow.
Yeah.
Yeah, I guess I was.
Maybe we can go from there.
Yeah, we can.
Well, I'd best get back
to getting these horses
ready then.
Almost there.
Almost.
There you are.
Mm-hmm.
When you were
a girl you did that?
How did you wear it?
- Just like this.
- Just like this?
Wait till Vince
gets a load of you.
There.
Done.
Well? What do you think?
Beautiful. Beautiful.
- Thank you, Ms. Ellie.
- You are welcome.
Let's go show Vince.
Vince?
- You look...
- I already told her that.
You look pretty.
We're late.
Go on, now.
Now, Buffer,
we are at a wedding,
so remember to mind
your manners, all right?
Stay with me until
they introduce everybody...
Buffer Dee Anderson!
Why does he keep
running ahead like that?
He's just a boy.
He'll be fine.
I think he sees his friends.
[indistinct chatter]
So good to see you.
It's so good to see you.
Oh, I brought some pie
for the bride.
Go ahead.
Go help your mama.
How are you all doing?
Good to see you.
- You ready for this?
- Are you?
I'm not. Not that you care.
[warm music]
Told you he's the most
eligible around here.
You all right?
I now pronounce these
two man and wife.
[applause]
[drumbeat]
I got a pig home in a pen,
corn-fed and all
And all I need
is a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
Feed him when I'm gone, boys,
feed him when I'm gone
And all I need's
a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
Won't you make them
biscuits, bake them, baby
Bake them good and brown
When I get them biscuits,
baby, we're Alabama bound
I got a pig home in a pen,
corn-fed and all
And all I need's
a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
Feed him when I'm gone, boys,
feed him when I'm gone
And all I need's
a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
So many happy people.
That's how it is here.
Would you dance with me?
Now, I'm gonna have
to ask Miss Julie.
Would you mind if I danced
with Miss Molly?
- Of course not.
- Dark clouds are rising
See my Nelly came
When I get on back into town,
I call sweet Liza Jane
I got a pig home in a pen,
corn-fed and all
And all I need's
a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
Won't you feed him
when I'm gone, boys
Feed him when I'm gone
And all I need's a pretty
Little girl to feed him
when I'm gone
Won't you feed him
when I'm gone, boys
Feed him when I'm gone
And all I need's
a pretty little girl...
Go over to your pa now.
Won't you feed him
when I'm gone, boys
Feed him when I'm gone
And all I need's
a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
Vince told me he's taking you
to Potter's Crossing.
Yes, tomorrow.
Why are you going there?
To catch a stagecoach.
That's what he said,
but I thought that was odd
since he knows
there's a stagecoach
there every day.
He could have taken you
there days ago.
Guess he wants
to keep you around.
Well, bake them biscuits
Bake them, baby,
bake them good and brown
And when I get them biscuits,
baby, we're Alabama bound
And I got a pig home
in a pen, corn-fed and all
And all I need's
a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
Won't you feed him
when I'm gone, boys
Feed him when I'm gone
And all I need's
a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
Won't you feed him
when I'm gone, boys
Feed him when I'm gone
And all I need's
a pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
All I need's a
pretty little girl
To feed him when I'm gone
Losing my silver,
I'm losing my gold
You're the jack of hearts
I ain't gonna fold
Our story is yet to be told
Our story is yet to be told
May I have this one?
Well, I used to feel like
The ace of spades
When I watched you dancing
while the boys and I played
Our story,
it started that way
Our story, it started
that way
Oh, I'm sorry your cowboy's
too dizzy to dance
I never danced before.
He's too stoned
on whiskey
For late-night romance
Neither have I.
Without the jack
of hearts
He don't stand a chance
Well, I used to feel...
So Molly got
your first dance?
Like the ace of spades
I guess she did.
...while the boys
and I played
Our story,
it started that way
Our story, it started
that way
I'm... I'm really glad
we did this.
Oh, I'm sorry your
cowboy's...
Me too.
He's too stoned on whiskey
for late-night romance
Without the jack of hearts
he don't stand a chance
[ominous music]
I'm losing my silver,
I'm losing my gold
I want to ask you something.
You're the jack of hearts
I ain't gonna fold
Would you...
Our story is yet
to be told
Our story is yet to be told
Would you consider staying?
Well, I used to feel
like the ace of spades
When I watched you dancing
while the boys and I played
Our story, it
started that way
Our story,
it started that way
[screams]
All right, all right.
This woman...
is a runaway whore
who
I've been sent to retrieve.
Now, I kindly ask
that you all allow me
to return her
to the punishment she deserves.
Let her go.
No!
Vince, no!
Hang on.
- [rasping]
- No, Vince!
[chortling]
Oh, really, now?
[overlapping screams]
Somebody get Vince.
[fly buzzing]
Mustanger, hold on.
Yes.
I'll live with you.
I'll live with you.
Just stay.
[rasping]
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
[sobs]
[melancholy music]
[flies buzzing]
Thank you, Vince Wagner.
I made this for you.
That's Vince's.
You know, when you first came,
I had a vision of you.
In my culture there's this
story, the Changing Woman.
You're her.
And however
many steps you take,
grow.
I will.
[dramatic music]
[clock chiming]
[pistol clicks]
What are you doing here?
[laughing]
What, are you gonna shoot me?
[laughing]
[screaming]
[evocative music]
I'm losing my silver
I'm losing my gold
You're the jack of hearts
I ain't gonna fold
Our story is yet to be told
Our story is yet to be told
Well, I used to feel
like the ace of spades
When I watched you dance
while the boys and I played
Our story,
it started that way
Our story, it started
that way
I'm sorry your cowboy's
too dizzy to dance
He's too stoned on whiskey
For late-night romance
Without the jack
of hearts
He don't stand a chance
I'm losing my silver,
I'm losing my gold
You're the jack of hearts
I ain't gonna fold
Our story is yet to be told
Our story
is yet to be told
I'm losing my silver,
I'm losing my gold
You're the jack of hearts
I ain't gonna fold
Our story is yet to be told
Oh, our story
is yet to be told
Oh, I'm sorry your cowboy's
too dizzy to dance
He's too stoned on whiskey
for late-night romance
Without the jack of hearts
he don't stand a chance