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SAMSON, COME ON, GIDDY-UP.
GIDDY-UP, BOY.
COME ON, SAMSON, GIDDY-UP.
SAMSON, COME ON NOW, GIDDY-UP.
GIDDY-UP, SAMSON.
[AUTOMOBILE ENGINE]
DANIEL, WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
YOUR FATHER'S FIT TO BE TIED.
MOTHER, THERE WAS A HORSELESS CARRIAGE.
OH, I WAS AFRAID IT WAS SOMETHING LIKE THAT.
YOU AND YOUR FLIGHTS OF FANCY.
DANIEL, WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO WITH YOU?
AS IF YOUR FATHER AND I DON'T HAVE ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT,
WHAT WITH ALL THAT'S HAPPENIN' IN TOWN.
WHERE'S PA?
IN THE BARN, TENDIN' TO SAMSON.
SORRY, PA.
SORRY AIN'T GOOD ENOUGH.
JUST LUCKY SAMSON DIDN'T BREAK A LEG.
PA, THERE WAS A HORSELESS CARRIAGE
RIGHT HERE IN PARADISE VALLEY.
[DROPS TACK]
THIS IS A FARM, DANIEL.
WORK'S GOT TO BE DONE
WHEN IT'S SUPPOSED TO BE DONE.
I HATE THE FARM.
WHAT WAS THAT?
I SAID I HATE THE FARM!
I WISH YOU'D SELL IT!
I HATE IT!
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE SAYING.
YES, I DO.
IT'S NOTHING. IT'S JUST A...
JUST A DRIED-UP, MISERABLE PIECE OF GROUND.
YOU HOLD YOUR TONGUE!
THERE'S WOOD NEEDS SPLITTIN'.
YOU GO ON. GET TO IT.
GO ON!
[CLANK]
A MAN WORKS AND SLAVES TO GIVE HIS SON SOMETHING,
SOMETHING WORTH HAVIN',
AND HE THROWS IT BACK LIKE IT DON'T MEAN BEANS.
HE'S JUST A BOY, JONAS.
HE'S 12 YEARS OLD.
SUN BE SETTIN' SOON.
TROUT BE NEAR STARVIN'.
I EVER TELL YOU ABOUT THE TIME
PECOS BILL WRASSLED JOHN HENRY
AT THE UPSIDE-DOWN MOUNTAIN?
AT LEAST A HUNDRED TIMES, PA.
THAT MANY, HUH?
WELL...
WHAT ABOUT THAT MORNING PECOS BILL SPIKED
PAUL BUNYAN'S FLAPJACKS WITH HOT CHILI PEPPERS?
BUNYAN'S BREATH CAME SPURTIN' OUT LIKE FIRE.
BURNED DOWN THE ENTIRE ARIZONA TERRITORY.
I RECKON I TOLD YOU THAT ONE, TOO.
WHAT ABOUT THE TIME
OLD PECOS BILL TOOK ON, SINGLE-HANDED,
50 OF THE TOUGHEST, MEANEST OUTLAWS
THIS SIDE OF THE ROCKIES?
A PERSON'D HAVE TO BE A FOOL TO TAKE ON 50 MEN.
THEM 50 VARMINTS, THEY SLAPPED LEATHER,
BUT, BEFORE YOU COULD SAY PASS THE PEAS,
OLD PECOS BILL PULLED AND EMPTIED
BOTH HIS SIX-SHOOTERS, AND SHOT OFF
THE TRIGGER FINGERS OF EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE
OF THEM DESPERATES.
TRIGGER FINGERS?
WELL, IT WAS SUNDAY.
PECOS NEVER KILLED ON A SUNDAY.
PA, IT'S JUST A TALL TALE.
JUST 'CAUSE IT'S A TALL TALE
DON'T MEAN IT AIN'T TRUE.
IT'S CRAZY TALK.
THEN OLD PECOS BILL,
HE SWUNG HIS LARIAT AND ROPED A PASSING TWISTER,
AND HE RODE OFF INTO THE SKY.
PA, PECOS BILL AIN'T REAL.
HE'S OUT THERE,
WHERE THERE'S STILL ENOUGH ELBOW ROOM FOR A MAN TO WANDER.
HE'S OUT THERE,
WHERE THE LAND'S STILL YOUNG AND WILD.
YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME?
I SWEAR TO YOU, BY THE CODE OF THE WEST.
PECOS BILL IS AS REAL AS YOU AND ME.
NOW, YOU KNOW THE CODE OF THE WEST, DON'T YOU?
YEAH, PA, I KNOW.
RESPECT THE LAND.
DEFEND THE DEFENSELESS.
AND DON'T YOU NEVER SPIT IN FRONT OF WOMEN OR CHILDREN.
Jonas: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?
YOU WANT ME TO BOW DOWN?
YOU WANT ME TO SELL LIKE THE REST ARE GOING TO?
Sarah: IF IT MEANS STAYING ALIVE, YES.
WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE YOU THAT'S THE HERO?
WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE YOU THAT STICKS HIS NECK OUT?
BECAUSE SOMEBODY'S GOT TO.
JONAS, NO GUNS. SARAH.
THIS ISN'T ONE OF THE STORIES YOU TELL TO DANIEL.
IT AIN'T THAT BAD.
YOU'RE SO QUICK TO RISK YOUR LIFE.
WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
WHAT ABOUT US?
THAT'S WHY I'M DOING THIS.
I'LL BE BACK BEFORE YOU KNOW IT.
BE CAREFUL.
[WHIP CRACKS] [HORSES WHINNY]
[PA WHISTLES] GIDDY-UP!
[CROWD MURMURING]
Man: WELL, I'M SELLING, 'CAUSE I DON'T KNOW THE MAN
TO TAKE "NO" FOR AN ANSWER.
Second Man: HE CAN'T MAKE US SELL,
NOT IF WE ALL STICK TOGETHER.
[DOOR SQUEAKS AND OPENS]
MY PA WAS A FARMER.
AND I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO WORK THE LAND
TILL YOUR HANDS ARE BLISTERED AND RAW,
HOPING THE WEATHER WON'T TURN BAD,
PRAYING THE CROP WILL COME IN,
HANGIN' ON WHEN IT DON'T.
OH, YEAH.
I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE A FARMER.
AND I GOT OUT, HALLELUJAH.
NOW I'M GIVING YOU ALL THE SAME CHANCE
I MADE FOR MYSELF. A WAY OUT.
$50 AN ACRE.
[CROWD GASPS AND WHISPERS]
COLD CASH. WITH THAT KIND OF POCKET CHANGE, MY FRIENDS,
YOU CAN BUY YOURSELVES A NICE, NEW HOUSE IN TOWN,
FILL IT WITH ALL THE MODERN CONVENIENCES.
INDUSTRY MAKES THEM THINGS.
FACTORIES GOING 'ROUND THE CLOCK, OIL WELLS TO POWER 'EM--
THAT'S THE FUTURE.
AND THEN WHAT?
AND WHO MIGHT YOU BE, FRIEND?
THE NAME IS JONAS HACKETT.
AND YOU AIN'T NO FRIEND OF MINE.
WHAT HAPPENS AFTER MR. STILES
AND HIS PARTNERS FROM BACK EAST
ARE ALL DONE TEARIN' AND RIPPIN' APART PARADISE VALLEY?
JUST LIKE YOU DID OVER THE MOUNTAIN IN GRAVITY VALLEY.
I'LL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENS.
JEFFERSON COUNTY WILL BE NEXT.
BUT, JONAS, $50 AN ACRE!
IT'S A LOT OF MONEY, NO QUESTION ABOUT IT.
THIS IS THE DEED TO MY FARM.
MY FARM!
IT'S GOT MY SWEAT IN IT. MY BLOOD, TOO.
IT'S WHERE MY CHILDREN WERE BORN.
WHERE MY FATHER IS BURIED.
AND IT'S WHERE I WANT TO BE BURIED, TOO.
AND THAT'S WORTH A LOT MORE TO ME THAN $50 AN ACRE.
IT'S WORTH A LOT MORE TO ME THAN ANY PRICE.
I AIN'T SELLIN'.
[THUNDER]
[DOOR SQUEAKS]
[THUNDER]
[CROWD MURMURING]
[PEOPLE TALKING]
NIGHT, JONAS.
[SPLASH] HUH? [COCKS GUN]
DANIEL?
HOWDY, PA.
UNH. JUST HEARD YOU AND MA.
YOU BE QUIET, NOW, AND LISTEN TO ME.
[ANGRY VOICES APPROACHING]
YOU TAKE THIS DEED.
YOU TAKE IT AND DON'T YOU LET ANYBODY HAVE IT,
NO MATTER WHAT.
PA-- NO MATTER WHAT!
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
NOW GO! GO ON!
PA, LISTEN-- GO, BLAST IT! GO!
[COCKS GUN]
[THUNDER]
Man: HE DON'T HAVE IT.
THE DEED. WHERE IS IT?
I TOLD YA. I AIN'T SELLING. [SLAP]
DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME.
YOU HAD IT AT THE MEETING.
THE KID!
HE MUSTA GIVE IT TO THE KID.
FIND THE BRAT.
IF HE GIVES YOU ANY TROUBLE, KILL HIM. [PROTESTING]
[GUNSHOT]
PA!
[RIPS]
[POTS RUSTLING]
[PEOPLE MURMURING]
I'VE DONE EVERYTHING I CAN DO.
IT'S IN THE LORD'S HANDS NOW.
JONAS IS TOUGH. HE'LL PULL THROUGH.
WELL, I'LL TELL YOU ONE THING.
I'M SELLING. PULLING OUT.
NO PIECE OF GROUND IS WORTH DYING OVER.
[SOBBING]
[SNIFFLES]
[VULTURES SQUAWKING]
[SQUAWKS]
[GASPS]
WHERE AM I?
STICK 'EM UP.
HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD.
NOW. BUT...
ZEB, SEARCH HIM.
SEARCH HIM.
GET OUT OF THERE. COME ON, BOY.
HANDS ABOVE YOUR HEAD.
HEY, WHAT HAVE WE GOT HERE?
HEY, THAT'S MINE! GIVE IT BACK!
THAT'S HIS. HE WANTS IT BACK.
HANDS UP. HANDS UP.
I HEAR SOME JINGLE. HEE HEE HEE.
WE GOT 16 CENTS.
HOT SPIT.
ANY--ANY GOLD IN HIS TEETH?
OW! OPEN THAT MOUTH, BOY.
I COUNT ONE-- WIDER!
2...
4 FILLINGS. OH, HO HO.
SOMEBODY AIN'T BEEN BRUSHIN'.
[BOTH MEN LAUGH]
GRUB, LET ME KILL THIS ONE.
YOU KILLED THE LAST 2 IN A ROW.
THAT'S 'CAUSE I'M BETTER AT IT THAN YOU.
AW.
WHAT'S FAIR IS FAIR.
HOW AM I GONNA GET GOOD AT IT
IF I DON'T PRACTICE?
OH, ALL RIGHT. GO AHEAD.
NO.
HEH HEH HEH.
SHOULD I SHOOT HIM
RIGHT BETWEEN THE EYES?
OH, HO HO HO.
SO LONG, KID.
SORRY TO STUNT YOUR GROWTH.
NOW, DON'T YOU MOVE.
HEE HEE HEE.
[GUNSHOT]
OW!
[GUNSHOT] [ZING]
[GUNSHOT] [RIP]
TRIGGER FINGER.
SOMEBODY DONE SHOT OFF
MY TRIGGER FINGER.
YEOW!
[WIND HOWLING]
Both: AAH!
Both: OH, OH, OH!
Both: AAH!
[BOTH WHIMPERING]
[HORSE WHINNIES]
WHO ARE YOU?
I'M A RING-TAILED ROARER.
I CAN DRAW FASTER, SHOOT STRAIGHTER,
RIDE HARDER, AND DRINK LONGER THAN ANY MAN ALIVE.
I RIDE CYCLONES, AND I WRES-- GOT A NAME, DON'T YOU?
I'M GETTIN' TO THAT.
I AM THE RIP-SNORTIN'-EST COWBOY THAT EVER RODE
NORTH, SOUTH, EAST, OR WEST OF THE RIO GRANDE.
I'M PECOS BILL.
YEAH, OK, AND I'M SANTA CLAUS.
FRIENDLY CUSS, AIN'T HE, WIDOWMAKER?
[NEIGHS]
NAME'S DANIEL. DANIEL HACKETT.
WELL, DANIEL HACKETT,
I BELIEVE THEM VARMINTS GOT SOMETHING
THAT BELONGS TO YOU.
[COINS JINGLE]
COME ON, MISTER.
LET US GO. WE--
WE WAS ONLY FOOLIN'.
HUH? HUH?
WE WASN'T GONNA HURT THE BOY.
JUST ONE BULLET, THAT'S ALL IT WOULD HAVE BEEN.
Pecos Bill: I OUGHTA PLUG YOU TWO RIGHT NOW.
BUT I MAKE IT A RULE NEVER TO KILL A MAN ON SUNDAY.
BUT TODAY'S WEDNESDAY.
WEDNESDAY?
Both: OH!
[GUNSHOTS]
[BOTH MUTTERING]
HA HA.
SO, WHERE YOU HEADED, DANIEL HACKETT?
WHERE AM I?
TEXAS.
TEXAS?
WHERE'D YOU THINK YOU WAS?
I DON'T KNOW.
LAST THING I REMEMBER
IS FALLING ASLEEP IN PARADISE VALLEY.
GUESS MY BOAT MUST HAVE GOTTEN LOOSE.
DRIFTED ALL THE WAY DOWN FROM PARADISE VALLEY?
I KNOW. I CAN'T EXPLAIN IT, EITHER,
BUT IT'S THE TRUTH.
WHERE YOU GOING?
SOUTH, DOWN MEXICO WAY.
MISTER, I GOTTA GET HOME.
MY PA'S BAD HURT. I GOTTA TAKE CARE
OF MY MOM, MY LITTLE BROTHER.
WELL, YOU STAY HERE, YOU'RE GONNA FRY
LIKE A BUG ON A HOT SKILLET.
YOU BEST COME WITH ME.
[CYCLONE HOWLS]
Foreman: PUT SOME MUSCLE INTO IT!
Man: GET OUT OF THE WAY!
[WHIP CRACKS] Second man: OW!
[WHIP CRACKS] Third man: OW!
Foreman: COME ON. STOP DRAGGIN'.
[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]
Stiles: PARADISE VALLEY.
MY IDEA OF HEAVEN.
IRON, COAL, OIL, COPPER.
RICHES BEYOND THE IMAGINATION.
JUST WAITIN' FOR A FEW RUGGED INDIVIDUALS
WITH THE VISION, THE STRENGTH,
AND THE MEANS TO MAKE THEIR DREAMS COME TRUE.
GENTLEMEN, WE STAND ON THE EDGE OF HISTORY.
WHAT ABOUT THE DEEDS?
AH, WE'LL HAVE 'EM TONIGHT.
DO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME
YOU STILL DON'T HAVE THE DEEDS?
IT'S UNDER CONTROL.
NOW, LISTEN, STILES. WHAT HAPPENS IF WE
COMPLETE THE TUNNEL,
AND THE FARMERS STILL HAVEN'T SOLD?
THIS IS THE WEST. THINGS ARE SIMPLE HERE.
THERE'S ONLY ONE LAW: WINNER TAKE ALL.
AND I PLAN TO TAKE IT.
WELL, YOU BEST BE RIGHT.
OTHERWISE YOU'LL END UP
RIGHT BACK WHERE YOU STARTED.
[STRIKES MATCH]
JUST ANOTHER GUN FOR HIRE.
BY THE TIME THAT TUNNEL BREAKS THROUGH,
I GUARANTEE YOU, WE WILL HAVE THE DEEDS
TO EVERY INCH OF PARADISE VALLEY.
ONE WAY OR ANOTHER.
WHOA, WIDOWMAKER.
WE'LL MAKE CAMP HERE.
GOOD BOY, WIDOWMAKER.
[WHINNIES] UNH!
Pecos Bill: WHOA, BOY!
WHOA, WIDOWMAKER.
EASY, SON.
WIDOWMAKER'S KIND OF PARTICULAR
ABOUT FOLKS TAKIN' LIBERTIES WITH HIM.
MATTER OF FACT, LAST MAN WHO TRIED THAT,
WIDOWMAKER KICKED HIM SO HARD HE ENDED UP
HALFWAY TO THE MOON.
NAME OF LANKY HANK.
HE BOUNCED UP AND DOWN FOR A MONTH OF SUNDAYS
TILL FINALLY I JUST HAD TO SHOOT HIM DOWN
SO HE COULD HAVE A PROPER BURIAL.
THE MOON'S THOUSANDS OF MILES AWAY.
THERE'S NO WAY A MAN COULD BOUNCE THAT HIGH.
YOU SURE DO KNOW A LOT
FOR A HALF-GROWED PIGLET.
SO HOW'S THIS FOR PLAIN ENGLISH?
STAY AWAY FROM THE HORSE,
OR HE'LL KILL YOU.
I'LL TRY TO REMEMBER THAT.
SEE THAT YOU DO.
[WIDOWMAKER WHINNIES]
[OWL HOOTS]
HEH HEH HEH.
SHH.
Pecos Bill: HA HA HA.
[WIDOWMAKER WHINNIES]
KIND OF MAKES IT ALL WORTHWHILE, DON'T IT?
I AIN'T GOIN' TO MEXICO.
AW, WHO SAID ANYTHING ABOUT MEXICO?
WE'RE HEADED NORTH.
PARADISE VALLEY?
YOU GOT SOME BUSINESS TO SETTLE, AIN'T YOU?
BUT, WHY?
WHY WOULD YOU GO OUT OF YOUR WAY FOR ME?
YOU COMIN', OR AIN'T YOU?
[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWS]
HACKETT'S FARM.
RIGHT SMACK IN THE MIDDLE OF EVERYTHING.
WITHOUT THAT DEED,
I WON'T HAVE A BUCKET TO SPIT IN.
WELL?
HACKETT'S KID'S DISAPPEARED.
AND THE DEED WITH HIM.
OR, IN OTHER WORDS, YOU LET HIM GET AWAY.
ME?
NO, UH, KID GOT HOLD OF A BOAT.
HE SLIPPED DOWN--
I WANT THAT KID!
Daniel: I AIN'T LOOKIN' FOR A FIGHT WITH THIS STILES.
I JUST WANT TO GET BACK TO PARADISE VALLEY.
WELL, SOMETIMES THE FIGHT COMES LOOKIN' FOR YOU.
FINDS YOU, TOO, NO MATTER WHERE YOU HIDE.
IT WOULD BE A HUNDRED TO ONE.
NOBODY CAN WIN AGAINST THOSE ODDS.
A HUNDRED TO ONE?
JOB LIKE THIS CALLS FOR A BIG MAN.
MR. PAUL BUNYAN.
PAUL BUNYAN? YEAH, RIGHT.
OH.
BUNYAN?
Man: NEVER HEARD OF HIM.
THAT'S 'CAUSE HE DON'T EXIST. HA HA.
YOU AIN'T NEVER HEARD OF PAUL BUNYAN?
GREATEST LOGGER OF 'EM ALL.
NO.
COME ON, DANIEL, LET'S HAUL FREIGHT
OUT OF THIS MANURE WAGON.
[MAN WHISTLES]
HEY, COME HERE. COME HERE.
HUH?
I HEAR THAT YOU'RE LOOKIN' FOR BIG PAUL?
YOU KNOW PAUL BUNYAN?
[LAUGHING] KNOW HIM?
BY CRACKER, YEAH.
I'VE FLIPPED MORE FLAPJACKS
AND SLUNG MORE HASH
THAN YOU CAN SHAKE A FIST AT.
TRYIN' TO FILL THE BELLY OF THAT FELLA.
I NEVER COULD, YOU KNOW.
WELL, WOULD YOU KNOW WHERE HE MIGHT BE?
PAUL PULLED UP STAKES
WHEN THE FIRST MACHINERY MOVED IN HERE.
THE LAST I HEARD,
HE'D SETTLED IN THE GREAT REDWOOD FOREST.
WELL, I AM MUCH OBLIGED TO YOU, OLD FELLER.
APPRECIATE IT.
UM, THANK YOU, SIR.
GOOD LUCK TO YOU.
JUST SOME OLD GEEZER. WHAT DOES HE KNOW?
MORE 'N YOU.
HOWDY.
Pecos Bill: HEY! GET OFF OF HIM!
WE'LL TAKE THAT DEED, KID.
HA HA!
UNH!
PECOS, HELP ME!
PECOS!
HANG ON, DANIEL.
PECOS!
AAH!
HYAH!
LET'S GO, KID. THIS WAY.
WE GOTTA GET YOU OUT OF HERE.
ALL RIGHT NOW, COME ON OUT.
[WHINNIES]
All: HUH?
THAT A BOY, WIDOWMAKER!
GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.
DOWN THAT PIPE AND KEEP GOING.
SAY HI TO BIG PAUL,
AND GOOD LUCK.
[WHISTLES]
GET BACK HERE, KID!
COME ON. WHAT'RE YOU WAITIN' FOR? JUMP!
Pecos Bill: HYAH! HYAH!
HA HA HA!
WHAT I CAN'T UNDERSTAND IS HOW'D THEY KNOW WE WERE COMIN'?
THEY READ THE TELEGRAPH.
THE WHAT?
STRINGS OF WIRE WHICH ALLOW A MAN,
LET'S SAY, OVER IN SAN FRANCISCO,
TO TALK TO A MAN IN NEW YORK CITY.
GO ON. Y-YOU'RE TELLIN' ME A TALL TALE.
THERE AIN'T NO VOICE THAT CAN CARRY THAT FAR.
THEY DON'T ACTUALLY TALK TO EACH OTHER, SEE--
BUT WORD HAS IT THAT THAT'S COMIN', TOO.
THERE'S A MAN NAMED BELL,
HE'S CLAIMED THAT PEOPLE CAN BE HUNDREDS OF MILES AWAY
AND HOLD A CONVERSATION
LIKE THEY'RE AS CLOSE AS I AM TO YOU.
EVERYBODY WILL KNOW EVERYBODY ELSE'S BUSINESS?
IN NO TIME AT ALL, THERE AIN'T GONNA BE
A SINGLE PLACE LEFT A MAN CAN FIND ANY PRIVACY.
I TELL YOU, ABOUT EVERYBODY,
EVERYBODY AND THEIR DOG IS PROBABLY AFTER US BY NOW.
WELL, USED TO BE WHEN A MAN GOT A HEAD START, IT MEANT SOMETHING.
AT LEAST WE GOT AWAY.
Pecos: WHAT THE--
NEVER ENOUGH FOR YOU TERMITES, IS IT?
NOT ENOUGH YOU SWINDLED ME OUT OF MY CAMP,
ROBBED ME OF MY TRADE.
NOW YOU WANT MY WOODS, TOO.
YOU WANT IT ALL!
I'M MAKIN' MY STAND.
AT LEAST, IF I GO DOWN SWINGIN',
I GO DOWN LIKE A MAN.
AW, HUSH UP, YOU LOG-BRAIN.
PECOS?
LET ME TAKE A GANDER AT YOU.
YOU STEAMIN' PILE OF BUFFALO PUCKEY.
YOU'RE STILL UGLY.
I TOLD SAM.
THEY'RE NOT LOGGERS, THEY'RE BUTCHERS.
THEM WITH THEIR FANCY MACHINES.
CUTTING DOWN EVERYTHING IN SIGHT.
THE WEAK WITH THE STRONG.
SAPLING WITH THE FULL-GROWED,
SO NOTHING COULD EVER SPROUT AGAIN.
YOU KNOW WHAT SAM SAID?
HE SAID I WAS BEHIND THE TIMES.
ME.
PAUL BUNYAN.
THE MAN WHO INVENTED LOGGIN'.
WHO THOUGHT UP THE DOUBLE-BLADED AXE, HUH?
ME.
WHO DREAMED UP THE LOG FLUME?
ME AGAIN.
DON'T THINK IT'S EASY, EITHER.
MY HEAD HURT FOR DAYS, COMING UP WITH THAT ONE.
WHAT ABOUT THE GRINDSTONE?
FLAPJACK CONTEST? WEDGE CUTTIN'? 3-POINT STANCE?
ME! ME! ME! ME!
MAYBE I'M JUST OLD-FASHIONED.
BUT IN MY DAY,
WE DIDN'T KILL THE LAND.
WE JUST BORROWED FROM IT.
WELL, NOW, WHAT IN TARNATION YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?
I'M GONNA DO AS I DURN WELL PLEASE,
AND THE REST OF THE WORLD
CAN GO TO THE BLAZES.
AND WOULD THAT BE INCLUDIN' PARADISE VALLEY?
PARADISE VALLEY IS NO CONCERN OF MINE.
YOU'RE NOT PAUL BUNYAN.
WHO SAYS I AIN'T?
MY PA USED TO TELL ME STORIES ABOUT PAUL BUNYAN.
HE SAID THAT PAUL BUNYAN WAS A GIANT OF A MAN.
A MAN WHO COULD TAME A CONTINENT,
A MAN WHO COULD LOOK DANGER IN THE EYES AND LAUGH IN ITS FACE.
WELL, HE DID GET THOSE PARTS RIGHT.
WELL, NOT FROM WHERE I'M SITTIN'.
SEEMS TO ME YOU'RE JUST HIDING OUT, FEELIN' SORRY FOR YOURSELF.
PECOS, WHO IS THIS KID?
SEEMS TO ME THAT YOU'RE JUST PLAIN SCARED.
YOU ARE NOT THE PAUL BUNYAN MY PA WAS TELLING ME ABOUT.
HOW OLD ARE YOU, KID? 12.
DO ME A BIG, SEQUOIA-SIZED FAVOR.
STAY OUT OF MY WAY IF YOU WANNA BE 13.
Daniel: IS THAT OX REALLY BLUE?
Pecos: 'COURSE HE IS.
HE WAS BORN DURING THE WINTER OF THE BLUE SNOW.
[OX BELLOWS] MOVE IT, PECOS, HE'S FEELIN' FRISKY.
YOU MOVE IT.
WE ARE MOVIN' IT.
BIG BLUE BAG OF BEEF OUGHT TO BE HAULIN' LOGS,
NOT HAULIN' ASS.
[OX BELLOWS] PARDON MY FRENCH.
DON'T YOU WORRY, PRETTY BABY.
PAPA'S HERE.
HE'S NOT GONNA LET THE BAD MAN HURT YOU.
YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH, PECOS.
BABE'S VERY SENSITIVE.
[PECOS LAUGHS]
WE'LL CATCH THE FERRY AT LIBERTY CITY.
SAVE US 3 DAYS OF HARD RIDING.
LIBERTY CITY? HOME TO EVERY HORSE THIEF,
BUSH WHACKER, CON ARTISTE IN THE TERRITORY.
Man: WHO WILL TRY HIS HAND
AGAINST THE LATEST MIRACLE OF MODERN TECHNOLOGY?
I AM OFFERING 10 TO ONE ODDS THAT THIS NEW MACHINE
CAN DRIVE STEEL FASTER THAN ANYONE ALIVE.
NOW, COME ON! COME ON!
THERE'S GOTTA BE SOMEONE HERE MAN ENOUGH TO TRY!
YOU, SIR.
COME ON, SOMEONE OUT THERE!
THERE'S GOTTA BE SOMEONE HERE MAN ENOUGH TO TRY!
WHOA!
MY NAME'S JOHN HENRY.
AND MISTER, YOU GOT YOURSELF A BET.
[CROWD CHEERS]
WHOA!
I'M OFFERING 12 TO ONE, THE MACHINE WINS!
IT'D BE A SUCKER'S BET AT 20 TO ONE!
$100 EVEN MONEY SAYS HE WHOOPS THAT GOL-DANG CONTRAPTION.
EVEN MONEY, PECOS?
YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN THAT.
I DON'T KNOW, JOHN HENRY,
THAT THINGAMAJIGGER LOOKS LIKE IT MEANS BUSINESS.
WE'LL SEE.
[CROWD CHEERING]
YOU READY?
I'M MISSING MY SHAKER.
CAN'T DRIVE STEEL WITHOUT A SHAKER.
WHO WILL HOLD FOR THIS MAN?
AND BE SQUASHED LIKE A TIN CAN BY HIS HAMMER?
THERE AIN'T NOBODY THAT DIM-WITTED.
COME ON, SOMEBODY'S GOTTA HAVE THE GUMPTION!
Man: YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT IT!
[HORSE WHINNIES] Daniel: WIDOWMAKER!
PECOS!
SORRY, DANIEL.
I GOTTA PROTECT MY INVESTMENT.
PECOS!
THAT'S A BRAVE BOY!
EVERYBODY, HOW ABOUT A ROUND OF APPLAUSE
FOR THIS COURAGEOUS YOUNG MAN!
[CROWD CHEERS]
MAY THE LORD HAVE MERCY ON HIS SOUL.
MISTER, I CAN'T DO IT!
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO UNTIL YOU TRY.
COME ON.
[LAUGHS]
COME ON, BOY.
YOU JUST GRAB A HOLD OF THIS DRILL,
AND GIVE IT A SHAKE AND A TURN AFTER EACH TIME I HIT IT.
ALL RIGHT. WHAT IF YOU MISS IT?
I NEVER MISS.
LEASTWISE, I HAVEN'T YET.
READY? READY!
[STEAM HISSES]
AAH!
COME ON, COME ON!
AAH!
[HAMMER PINGS]
4-FOOT JUMPER, SON, MAKE IT SNAPPY!
COME ON!
COME ON, JOHN HENRY!
PAUL BUNYAN!
AS I LIVE AND BREATHE! HA HA! [STAKE CLANGS]
YOU LIVE AND BREATHE LATER!
YOU GOT A RACE TO WIN, SO MOVE IT!
TIME TO GET SERIOUS.
COME ON.
¶ THIS 20-POUND HAMMER ¶
UNH!
¶ SHINES LIKE SILVER ¶
UNH!
¶ SHINES LIKE SILVER ¶
UNH!
6-FOOT JUMPER, SON! GO! HURRY!
HURRY, BOY! HURRY!
I CAN'T DO IT!
COME ON!
THEY'RE TOO FAR AHEAD! COME ON!
COME ON, SON!
AAH!
[PING]
GET UP, DANIEL!
GET UP, BOY! [PING]
AAH!
[CROWD CHEERS]
DAMN!
Announcer: THE MACHINE WINS.
AAH!
Announcer: THANK YOU, GENTLEMEN,
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND YOUR MONEY.
SORRY.
YOU GAVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT.
WELL, IF YOU GAVE IT YOUR BEST SHOT,
YOU AIN'T GOT NOTHING TO BE SORRY FOR.
GO AHEAD, WIDOWMAKER.
MIGHT AS WELL GET YOUR LICKS IN, TOO.
[NEIGHS SOFTLY]
LOOKS LIKE THE BOY HAS BEEN THROUGH HERE.
HEY! J.P., LOOK AT THIS. SOMEBODY'S FINGER.
SOMEBODY'S TRIGGER FINGER.
[FIDDLE PLAYING]
MY RECORD WAS PERFECT BEFORE TODAY.
Paul: NOW YOU ARE FOREVER TARNISHED
WITH IGNOMINIOUS DEFEAT.
AW, COME ON, FELLOWS,
HE'S JUST A KID.
HE'S BAD NEWS, BILL. IN BREECHES.
HE AIN'T THAT...
WHAT IS IT?
SARSAPARILLA.
TO THE CODE.
WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE CODE?
PLENTY.
MY PA'S ALWAYS GOIN' ON ABOUT IT.
KNOWIN' ABOUT THE CODE AIN'T THE SAME AS LIVIN' BY IT.
GOOD ENOUGH.
TO THE CODE OF THE WEST.
CODE OF THE NORTH.
THE CODE OF THE SOUTH.
All: RESPECT THE LAND.
DEFEND THE DEFENSELESS.
AND DON'T NEVER SPIT IN FRONT OF WOMEN AND CHILDREN.
[SPITTING]
YOU JUST STEPPED OVER THE LINE, BOY.
WELL, HOWDY, FRIEND.
HOW ABOUT ME BUYIN' YOU A DRINK?
SURE. JUST AS SOON AS I'M DONE SKINNIN' THIS MARMOT.
HOLLER IF YOU NEED A HAND.
WHAT, 'CAUSE YOU'RE SADDLE SORE?
HE AIN'T EVEN WORTH YOUR TIME.
I'LL BE THE JUDGE OF THAT.
I'D TAKE THAT DRINK IF I WAS YOU.
SO WHAT ARE YOU DRINKIN'?
WHISKEY.
JASPER.
LET ME HAVE SOME WHISKEY.
SHUCKS.
GENTLEMEN, TO TEXAS...
[SPEWS LOUDLY]
THE NEAREST THING TO HEAVEN ON GOD'S GREEN EARTH.
YOU FROM TEXAS?
I DO HAVE THAT HONOR, SIR.
I THOUGHT I SMELLED SOMETHING FUNNY IN HERE.
HA HA HA HA!
[LAUGHTER CONTINUES]
EASY, PECOS.
CAN'T SCRAP ON AN EMPTY STOMACH, YOU KNOW THAT.
MISTER,
ARE YOU INSULTING THE GREAT STATE OF TEXAS?
THE GREAT STATE OF TWO-BIT TIN HORNS, YOU MEAN?
[LAUGHS UPROARIOUSLY]
[MORE LAUGHTER]
MISTER, YOU CAN INSULT ME,
AND YOU CAN INSULT MY FRIENDS.
AS A MATTER OF FACT,
YOU CAN EVEN INSULT MY MOTHER OR MY HORSE.
BUT, MISTER, DON'T YOU EVER INSULT
THE GREAT STATE OF TEXAS.
[MAN LAUGHS]
[LAUGHS]
YOU'RE GOOD.
[MAN LAUGHS]
YOU EVEN HIT LIKE A TEXAN.
[LAUGHTER]
[CROWD MURMURS]
[FIGHTING CONTINUES]
[WOMAN SQUEALS]
[BAND PLAYING]
[DOG YIPS]
ALL RIGHT! PARTY'S OVER.
[CHICKENS CLUCK]
ANYBODY ELSE?
ANYBODY MAKE A MOVE AND I'LL FILL 'EM FULL OF LEAD.
OR MY NAME AIN'T CALAMITY JANE.
JASPER, WHO STARTED THIS CONFABULATION?
UH, THEM TWO,
AND, UH,
WHERE'D THAT OTHER ONE GET TO?
WELL, PAINT MY TOENAILS AND CURL MY HAIR.
CALAMITY? MY CACTUS FLOWER!
DON'T "CACTUS FLOWER" ME, YOU DOUBLE-CROSSIN' DOG.
I MISSED YOU, DARLIN'.
IF ONLY YOU KNEW HOW MUCH
I'VE BEEN THINKIN' ABOUT YOU--
I KNOW TOO WELL,
YOU PISSANT, FLEA-INFESTED LITTLE WEASEL.
OH! UNH.
CALAMITY, YOU ARE LOOKIN' MIGHTY PRETTY TONIGHT.
TRYIN' TO SWEET TALK ME?
YOU HAIRY, OVERGROWN,
MEALY-MOUTHED, TWO-FACED,
LYIN', YELLOW-BELLIED, SNIVELIN' SNAKE!
YOU GUTLESS, BRAINLESS, HEARTLESS SIDEWINDER!
YOU AIN'T STILL SORE ABOUT AMARILLO, ARE YOU?
YA HAD TO BRING UP AMARILLO?
WHAT'S SHE GOT AGIN' YOU, ANYWAY, PECOS?
OH, I RUN OUT ON HER.
NOW, BILL.
WHY WOULD YOU WANNA GO AND DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?
CALAMITY'S A MIGHTY... HANDSOME WOMAN, PECOS.
OH, I KNOW.
IN HER OWN WAY.
[DOG BARKS]
[WOMAN SHRIEKS]
HAVE YOU A DRINK, BIG BOY?
[STARTLED] MAYBE SOME OTHER TIME.
HO HO HO! WHAT'S THE MATTER?
IS IT PAST YOUR BEDTIME?
[BARMAID LAUGHS]
[OX BELLOWS]
KID RUN AWAY FASTER THAN A SCARED RABBIT.
AMEN AND GOOD RIDDANCE.
HE BOTHERED ME.
AND WHY SHOULDN'T HE RUN?
YOU BEEN AGIN' THAT BOY SINCE YOU SET EYES ON HIM.
[CRASH] Paul: WHAT IN TARNATION?
IT'S DANIEL!
HO, BABE!
HO, OX! HO, BABE!
SO, DANIEL HACKETT, HOW DOES IT FEEL
TO BE ON THE WRONG SIDE OF THE LAW?
OH, FINE, JUST AS LONG AS MY MA DON'T FIND OUT.
Paul: BOY, I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD IT IN YOU!
THAT'S MY OX!
WHAT'S THAT NOISE?
WHATEVER IT IS, IT'S COMING THIS WAY!
FASTER, YOU DUMB OX!
GO, OX!
RUN, DANIEL! RUN, BOY!
COME BACK HERE, YOU LILY-LIVERED COWARDS!
STUPID OX!
WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT DUMB ANIMAL?
WHY AIN'T HE PULLIN', PAUL?
[BABE GRUNTS]
WHY'D HE QUIT PULLIN', PAUL?
IT'S VERY SIMPLE.
IF YOU INSULTED HIM, YOU HAVE TO APOLOGIZE.
PAUL.
MR. PECOS BILL.
I AIN'T APOLOGIZING TO NO OX.
BABE, UNCLE PECOS THINKS
YOU'RE THE PRETTIEST BLUE OX HE EVER DID SEE,
AND HE IS VERY, VERY SORRY
FOR ANY HURTFULNESS HE MAY HAVE CAUSED YOU.
NOW PULL!
[BELLOWS]
YEAH! GO, BABY!
John: COME ON, BABE! PULL!
AAH!
All: WHOA!
HA HA HA! YEAH!
TIMBER!
[COUGHS]
ALL RIGHT, SPREAD OUT.
FIND THE BOY, HEAD TO THE FERRY.
[MEN YELLING]
Paul: OH, DEAR!
TIMBER.
TAKE THAT, YOU PISSANTS!
I'M PAUL BUNYAN!
I'M 300 POUNDS OF RAGIN' FURY!
[GUNSHOT]
YOU'RE IN TROUBLE NOW!
DON'T POINT YOUR LITTLE GUN AT ME, YOU SISSY!
I CAN OUT-EAT, OUT-SWING
ANY ONE OF YOU!
I'M PAUL BUNYAN!
Man: I GOT HIM! HA HA HA HA!
GIVE ME THAT DEED, PUNK.
WHOA!
UNH!
COME WITH ME, DANIEL BOY. COME ON.
OOH! OOH! UHH!
[MEN TALKING]
[PANTING]
Stiles: NOBODY'S GONNA HURT YOU, SON.
JUST HAND OVER THAT DEED.
YOU SHOT PA!
SON, YOUR PA'S A FOOL.
HE'S STUCK IN THE PAST
AND HE WANTS YOU STUCK THERE WITH HIM.
BUT THAT AIN'T WHAT YOU WANT, IS IT?
YOU DON'T WANNA WASTE YOUR LIFE BEHIND A PLOW.
UH-UH. YOU WANT MORE THAN THAT.
YOU HATE THAT FARM!
[CLOSER] IT AIN'T NOTHING BUT A DRIED-UP,
MISERABLE PIECE OF GROUND. NOW...
GIMME THAT DEED!
[DRAWS SWORD]
SON, YOU'RE TRYING MY PATIENCE.
GIMME THAT DEED
LIKE A GOOD LITTLE BOY!
YAH!
AAH!
KID, TROUBLE SEEMS TO FOLLOW YOU LIKE A BIRD DOG.
LUCKY FOR ME, I GOT MY FRIENDS.
YEAH, WELL, WE AIN'T THAT GOOD FRIENDS.
GET YOUR CARCASS OFF OF ME!
[METAL CLINK]
MOVE IT, KID!
GET 'EM! GET 'EM!
MOVE IT, KID! MOVE IT!
COME ON, DANIEL! RUN, BOY! COME ON!
RUN, DANIEL, RUN!
COME ON!
COME ON, PECOS!
RUN! COME ON! HURRY UP!
AAH!
TIMBER!
[COCKS GUN]
[SHOUTING] THIS AIN'T OVER, KID!
[SOFTER] NOT BY A LONG SHOT.
[OX LOWS, HORSE WHINNIES]
John Henry: THINKING ABOUT YOUR PA?
I USED TO BAIT A LINE WITH MY DADDY
WHEN I WAS A YOUNG 'UN.
NEVER CAUGHT MUCH, BUT THAT WAS NEVER THE POINT.
SEEMS LIKE FISHING'S THE ONLY TIME
ME AND PA ACTUALLY GET ALONG.
YOU TWO LOCK HORNS, HUH?
AS FAR AS PA'S CONCERNED, I CAN'T DO NOTHING RIGHT.
MY DADDY WAS THE SAME WAY.
ALWAYS TELLING ME WHAT TO DO,
LIKE I DIDN'T HAVE NO MIND OF MY OWN.
EXACTLY.
ALTHOUGH, I KNOW I SHOULD HAVE FINISHED THE PLOWING.
WELL, NOW, SEE, HE ONLY BOTHERED
ON ACCOUNT OF HOW MUCH HE CARED FOR ME.
DADDY WAS JUST DOING THE BEST HE KNEW HOW.
THAT'S WHY IT GRIEVES ME
I NEVER GOT THE GUMPTION
TO TELL HIM HOW I FELT ABOUT HIM.
WHY NOT?
DADDY GOT SOLD DOWNRIVER.
SOLD?
WE WERE SLAVES.
IT'S TOO LATE FOR ME.
LET'S HOPE IT'S NOT TOO LATE FOR YOU.
Pecos: FIRST THAT BLASTED OX, NOW A GOLDURN JACKASS!
MIGHT AS WELL BE RIDING TURTLES!
John Henry: COLD MOLASSES IS A MULE.
I WASN'T REFERRING TO HER.
SHAKE A HOOF.
COME SUNUP, WE GOT THE ENDLESS DESERT TO CONTEND WITH.
Daniel: THE ENDLESS DESERT?
THE HOTTEST, MEANEST STRETCH OF DESOLATION THIS SIDE OF HELL.
Daniel: SURE IS DARK. Paul: SURE IS.
[WIND HOWLS]
YOU KNOW, I ONCE SEEN A PICTURE
OF NEW YORK CITY AT NIGHT.
IT'S ALL LIT UP WITH THESE ELECTRIC LIGHT BULBS.
WE COULD USE A FEW OF THEM RIGHT ABOUT NOW.
Pecos: ELECTRIC LIGHTBALL?
LIGHT BULBS.
THEY'RE BALLS OF GLASS WHICH
LIGHT UP 100 TIMES BRIGHTER THAN THE BRIGHTEST CANDLE.
GO ON!
PRETTY SOON, PEOPLE WON'T NEED LANTERNS,
WON'T HAVE TO GO CHOP THEIR WOOD TO MAKE FIRES,
JUST TURN THIS LITTLE KNOB
AND THESE ELECTRIC LIGHT BULBS JUST COME ON.
BUT I LIKE CHOPPING WOOD.
PRETTY SOON THERE WON'T BE NO DARKNESS.
IT'LL BE LIKE NOONTIME AT MIDNIGHT.
HOW ARE FOLKS GONNA SEE THE STARS?
THEY JUST...WON'T SEE THE STARS, I GUESS.
WELL, I DON'T LIKE IT.
NO SIRREE BOB, I DON'T LIKE IT ONE--
OH, HEH HEH HEH.
IF YOU ASK ME, I THINK HE'S TELLING US A TALL TALE.
Paul: YEAH, THAT'S A TALL TALE.
THAT'S A TALL TALE, FOR SURE.
HEH.
THAT'S THE GOD'S HONEST TRUTH.
NOT SEE THE STARS?
HOTTER THAN A JUNE BRIDE IN A FEATHER BED.
WHAT? THIS AIN'T NOTHIN'.
NOT COMPARED TO THAT SUMMER OF '88.
IT WAS SO HOT THAT ALL THE CHICKENS WAS LAYING FRIED EGGS,
BABIES WAS CRYING SAWDUST, AND--
GREAT, WE'RE OUTTA WATER.
THINGS GOT SO BAD THAT THE WHOLE STATE OF TEXAS LIT ON FIRE,
SO I HIGHTAILED IT UP TO KANSAS--
DOES THIS STORY HAVE A POINT?
OR DOES IT JUST GO ON AND ON AND ON
LIKE THIS STINKIN' DESERT?
YEAH, THIS STORY HAS A POINT.
I BLEW OUT THE DANG FIRE.
YOU KNOW WHAT? I'M GETTING SICK AND TIRED
OF YOU COMPLAINING AND WHINING ALL THE TIME.
I'M LOST IN THE MIDDLE OF A GIANT BARBECUE PIT,
AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GONNA KILL ME FIRST:
THE HEAT, THE THIRST,
OR HAVING TO LISTEN TO YOUR INCESSANT YAMMERING!
YOU, SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!
Y-YOU OVERBLOWN TUB OF LARD!
YOU STAY OUT OF THIS.
YOU--YOU CONTEST-LOSER!
WHAT DID YOU CALL ME? AAH!
SHUT UP!
YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A BIG, FAT QUITTER!
QUITTER! QUITTER! QUITTER!
BIG, FAT QUITTER!
QUITTER! AAH!
PA?
IT'S ALL RIGHT, DANIEL.
IT'S JUST A MIRAGE.
HE WAS THERE.
IT IS AMAZING
THE THINGS THE HEAT'LL DO TO A MAN.
I JUST WANT TO GET HOME.
WELL, THINGS CAN'T GET NO WORSE THAN THIS.
[TRAIN RUMBLES]
[PISTOLS COCK]
HUH?
PECOS!
GOOD MORNING.
"EARLY TO BED, EARLY TO RISE,
"MAKES A BOY HEALTHY, WEALTHY"...
AND ALIVE.
Pecos: HARM ONE HAIR ON THAT BOY'S HEAD
AND YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, STILES.
I GOT NO QUARREL WITH YOU, COWBOY,
OR YOUR FRIENDS.
YOU SURE GOT A PECULIAR WAY OF SHOWING IT.
THE DEED.
YOU CAN'T HAVE THE--
WE DON'T HAVE A PRAYER.
WE NEVER DID.
IF THAT'S YOUR WAY OF THINKING, I RECKON WE DON'T.
YOU DON'T STOP PROGRESS, COWBOY.
THAT'S THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ME AND YOU.
I CAN ADJUST TO THE TIMES. YOU CAN'T.
DON'T LISTEN TO HIM, DANIEL.
WE CAN BEAT THIS THING YET.
YOU JUST GOT TO BELIEVE, BOY.
WHERE DO YOU GET OFF TELLING ME WHAT TO DO, HUH?
WHERE DO ANY OF YOU GET OFF TELLING PEOPLE HOW TO LIVE?
THAT'S IT, BOY! THAT'S THE SPIRIT!
DON'T LOSE THE DREAM, DANIEL.
John Henry: YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO
UNTIL YOU TRY.
Paul: DON'T GIVE UP ON YOURSELF, KID.
YOU ALL ARE NOTHING!
YOU'RE JUST A BUNCH OF TALL TALES THAT MY PA MADE UP.
AND YOU
ARE NOTHING BUT HOT AIR.
Stiles: I AIN'T GOT ALL DAY, BOY.
TIME IS MONEY.
Pecos: DON'T DO IT, DANIEL.
HA HA HA HA!
[EVIL LAUGHTER]
I--I'M THE RING-TAILED ROARER.
I CAN DRAW FASTER, SHOOT STRAIGHTER...
¶ 20-POUND HAMMER SHINE LIKE SILVER ¶
I CAN OUT-EAT, OUT-SWING ANY MAN ALIVE...
I JUST WANT TO GET HOME!
I AM THE RIP-SNORTIN'-EST COWBOY
THAT EVER RODE NORTH, SOUTH, EAST...
I JUST WANNA GET HOME! OR WEST OF THE RIO GRANDE...
[MEN YELLING]
PA?
Foreman: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? MOVE IT! [CRACKS WHIP]
NO!
Daniel: MA!
DANIEL! MA!
I'M BACK! I MADE IT BACK!
YOUR FATHER. HE'S GONNA BE ALL RIGHT.
PA?
DANIEL.
PA, I'M SORRY. I'M SO SORRY.
IT'S ALL RIGHT, SON.
I KNEW YOU DIDN'T MEAN ANY OF THOSE THINGS YOU SAID.
BUT I DID, PA.
I EVEN TOLD PECOS YOU WAS A FOOL!
I TOLD HIM YOU WAS STUPID
FOR STANDING UP LIKE YA DONE.
BUT I WAS THE ONE
WHO WAS BEING STUPID, PA.
I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS BEING A FOOL.
PECOS? PECOS BILL.
YOU HAD A TALK WITH PECOS BILL?
PECOS BILL AND PAUL BUNYAN AND JOHN HENRY.
THEY WERE ALL THERE.
THEY WERE JUST LIKE YOU SAID, PA.
WELL, NOW. WHERE WAS THIS?
IT WAS IN THE DESERT.
REDWOOD FOREST. LIBERTY CITY. THE GREAT CAVERNS.
SOUNDS LIKE YOU COVERED A LOT OF TERRITORY.
WELL, WE HAD TO.
STILES AND HIS GANG WERE ON OUR TAILS THE WHOLE WAYS.
J.P. STILES?
BUT IT'S OK BECAUSE THE DEED'S RIGHT HERE.
THE VALLEY'S STILL RIGHT HERE,
AND WE STILL GOT A CHANCE TO SAVE IT, PA.
Ma: DANIEL.
YOU DON'T BELIEVE ME?
DANIEL, YOU FELL ASLEEP ON THE BOAT.
MA, THEY WERE THERE.
I MEAN, THEY WAS AS REAL AS YOU AND ME.
PA.
YOU BELIEVE ME, DON'T YA?
YES, SON.
I BELIEVE YOU.
WE STILL GOT THE DEED, PA.
I DON'T KNOW HOW, BUT--BUT WE STILL GOT IT.
AND J.P. STILES AIN'T GETTING THIS FARM--
SON. YOU DID FINE. YOU DID JUST FINE.
NOT THAT IT MATTERS ANYMORE.
BUT, PA, IT DOES.
IT DOES MATTER. IT MATTERS ALL THE WORLD.
WE'RE SELLING.
NO PIECE OF GROUND IS WORTH DYING FOR.
I GUESS IT'S JUST ABOUT TIME YOU FACED UP TO THAT, TOO.
YOU'RE GIVING UP?
WISING UP.
NO, PA.
NO, PA! THE LAND'S DEFENSELESS!
PA, IF YOU GIVE IN,
YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN HERE.
DANIEL, YOU HEARD YOUR FATHER.
NOW LET HIM REST.
MA, SOMEBODY'S GOT TO DO SOMETHING.
DANIEL, PLEASE.
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
[MEN TALKING]
Stiles: GENTLEMEN, YOUR HEALTH!
All: YOUR HEALTH.
[ENGINE CHUGGING]
[MEN TALKING]
[TRAIN WHISTLE BLOWING]
ANYTHING?
CLEAR THE TRACK! [WHISTLE BLOWS]
[ENGINE PUMPING]
[BRAKES SQUEAL]
THE WEST. INDEED.
[QUIETLY] THAT KID'S BLOCKING THE TRACKS.
WELL...
I SEE YOUR PA SENT A BOY TO DO A MAN'S JOB.
I COME OF MY OWN ACCORD.
THE TIME FOR DEEDS IS OVER, KID.
GET OFF THE TRACK!
I'M TELLING YOU TO GET OUT OF PARADISE VALLEY.
A LITTLE SPECK OF DUST LIKE YOU.
YOU REALLY THINK YOU CAN STOP ALL THIS?
WELL, MAYBE NOT,
BUT I SURE AM GOING TO GIVE IT MY BEST SHOT.
ALL RIGHT, HAVE IT YOUR WAY THEN.
RUN HIM OVER.
I SAID, RUN HIM OVER!
Man: GET OFF THE TRACKS, DANIEL!
DON'T BE A FOOL!
DANIEL!
AAH!
HELP! HELP ME!
AAH!
GOD HELP HIM.
WHAT THE HELL?
JOHN HENRY, WHERE'VE YOU BEEN?
JUST WAITIN' FOR YOU TO MAKE YOUR MOVE, DANIEL.
JUST WAITIN' FOR YOU TO MAKE YOUR MOVE.
HAH!
KILL THEM, AND BE DONE WITH IT!
[MEN SHOUTING]
Pecos Bill: HOLD IT RIGHT THERE.
MISTER, I GOT NO FIGHT WITH YOU.
NAH. DEFENSELESS YOUNG 'UNS
AND FARMERS ARE MORE YOUR STYLE.
MISTER, YOU JUST KILLED YOURSELF.
[GUN COCKS]
Daniel: TRIGGER FINGERS!
Pecos Bill: TRIGGER FINGERS!
MY TRIGGER FINGER'S GONE!
WELL, COME ON, WHAT'RE WE WAITING FOR?
[SHOUTING]
MORE STEAM!
[GROANS]
[PEOPLE SHOUTING]
[SQUEALING]
[CHEERING]
Stiles: ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
I'LL PAY YOU $150 AN ACRE!
$200 AN ACRE!
300! Crowd: WE DID IT!
5--$500 AN ACRE!
YOU FOOLS!
ONE MORE OUGHT TO DO HER.
Stiles: BOY, BE REASONABLE.
YOU KNOW WE'RE GOING TO WIN IN THE END.
STOP!
JUST STOP.
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT.
I ADMIT IT.
YOU GOT ME OVER A BARREL.
MY BACK'S TO THE WALL.
NAME YOUR PRICE.
I AIN'T INTERESTED.
YOU FOOL!
THERE'LL BE OTHERS JUST LIKE ME.
MORE AFTER THEM AND AFTER THEM.
LONG AS THERE'S A PROFIT TO BE MADE.
WE'LL NEVER STOP.
WE'RE COMIN'!
NOT THROUGH OUR LAND!
[GUNSHOTS]
AAH!
DANIEL!
[CHEERING]
Crowd: ATTA BOY, DANIEL! YAY!
WE DID IT.
WE SURE DID!
[CROWD CHEERS]
Pa: KINDA MAKES IT ALL WORTHWHILE, DON'T IT?
IT'S A RIGHT NICE SUNSET, HUH, PA?
YES, DANIEL.
IT'S A GOOD ONE.
WELL, TIME TO CALL IT A DAY.
COME ON.
LET'S GET WASHED UP FOR SUPPER.
COMIN'?
YOU GO ON.
THINK I'LL JUST... STAY HERE A PIECE.
PA!
I LOVE YOU, PA.
I LOVE YOU, TOO, SON.
Pecos Bill: WE'VE COME TO SAY GOOD-BYE, DANIEL.
I KNEW YOU WOULD.
THANKS, PAUL.
THANK YOU, DANIEL.
ME? YEAH, YOU.
THANKS TO YOU, I'VE GOT MY OLD APPETITE BACK AGAIN.
HELL, BABE AND I ARE GOING TO HEAD ON UP TO THE ALASKAS.
HEAR THEY GOT SOME LITTLE TINY FORESTS AIN'T EVEN HALF-GROWED YET.
WHAT ABOUT YOU, JOHN HENRY?
I'VE BEEN THINKIN' ABOUT A REMATCH WITH THAT THERE STEAM DRILL.
WELL, IF YOU EVER NEED A SHAKER...
I'LL KEEP YOU IN MIND.
MUCH OBLIGED, TOO, DANIEL.
TO THE CODE!
All: THE CODE! [SPIT]
WELL, YOU DONE RIGHT, DANIEL.
I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK IT WEREN'T POSSIBLE TO DO RIGHT NO MORE.
NOW 'CAUSE OF YOU, I KNOW IT IS.
YOU'RE THE ONE WHO DID EVERYTHING.
[WHISTLES]
WIDOWMAKER!
WHOA.
SO LONG, WIDOWMAKER.
SO LONG, BOY.
WELL, HOP ON.
ME ALONE ON WIDOWMAKER?
LESS'N YOU DON'T HAVE A MIND TO.
HERE YOU GO.
HYAH! [NEIGHS]
HE'S ALL YOUR'N, DANIEL HACKETT.
[THUNDER]
PECOS!
SO LONG, DANIEL!
TAKE GOOD CARE OF WIDOWMAKER!
PECOS, DON'T GO!
DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT. YOU CAN HANDLE THINGS FROM HERE!
YEE-HA-HA!
I AM A RINGTAILED ROARER!
I CAN DRAW FASTER, SHOOT STRAIGHTER,
RIDE HARDER, AND DRINK LONGER THAN ANY MAN ALIVE.
I'M THE RIP-SNORTIN'-EST COWBOY
THAT EVER RODE NORTH, SOUTH,
EAST, OR WEST OF THE RIO GRANDE!
I'M PECOS BILL! WHOO-HA-HA-HA!
SO LONG, PECOS.
[NEIGHS]
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