O Brother, Where Art Thou?

Oh Lazarus. -(CLANKING CONTINUES)

(SINGING) Well, the high sheriff

He told the deputy

Won't you go out and bring me Lazarus

Well, the high sheriff

He told the deputy

Won't you go out and bring me Lazarus

Bring him dead or alive

O Lord

Bring him dead or alive

Well, the deputy

He told the high sheriff

Well, I ain't gonna mess with Lazarus

Well, the deputy

told the high sheriff

Said I ain't gonna mess with Lazarus

Pick up that hammer there, boy.

Thank you, boss.

He's a dangerous man

Oh, Lord

He's a dangerous man

Come on, get it. Let's go.

Say,

any of you boys smithies?

Or if not smithies, per se,

were you otherwise trained in the metallurgic arts

-before straitened circumstances... -(SCREAMS)

...forced you into a life of aimless wanderin'?

Jesus! Can't I count on you people?

Sorry, Everett.

Well, all right.

- If we take off through that bayou... Wait a minute.

Who elected you leader of this outfit?

Well, Pete, I figured it should be the one with the capacity for abstract thought.

But if that ain't the consensus view, then hell, let's put her to a vote.

Suits me. I'm votin' for yours truly.

I'm votin' for yours truly, too.

Okay, I'm with you fellas.

Mind if we join you, old-timer?

Join me, my sons. Join me.

You work for the railroad, Grandpa?

I work for no man.

Got a name, do ya?

I have no name.

Well, that right there may be the reason

you've had difficulty findin' gainful employment.

You see, in the mart of competitive commerce...

You seek a great fortune,

you three who are nigh in chains.

You will find a fortune,

though it will not be the fortune you seek.

But first,

first, you must travel

a long and difficult road.

A road fraught with peril, mmm-hmm.

You shall see things

wonderful to tell.

You shall see a cow

on the roof of a cotton house. (LAUGHS)

And, oh, so many startlements.

I cannot tell you how long this road shall be,

but fear not the obstacles in your path,

for fate has vouchsafed your reward.

Though the road may wind,

and yea, your hearts grow weary,

still shall ye follow the road,

even unto your salvation.

(CHUCKLING) The treasure's still there, boys. Believe me.

But how'd he know about the treasure?

I don't know, Delmar.

The blind are reputed to possess sensitivities

compensatin' for their lack of sight,

even to the point of developin' paranormal psychic powers.

Now, clearly, seeing in the future would fall neatly into that category.

It's not so surprising then

that an organism deprived of its earthly vision...

He said we wouldn't get the treasure we seek

on account of our obstacles.

What the hell does he know? He's an ignorant old man.

Jesus, Pete. I told ya I buried it myself.

If your cousin still has this here horse farm,

and a forge and some shoein' impediments to restore our liberty of movement...

Hold it right there!

- You men from the bank? You Wash's boy?

Yes, sir. Daddy told me I'm to shoot whoever's from the bank.

Well, we ain't from the bank, young feller.

Yes, sir. I'm also supposed to shoot folks servin' papers.

We ain't got no papers neither.

I nicked the census man.

Now, there's a good boy.

Is your daddy about?

Hello, Pete. Who are your friends?

Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr Hogwallop.

- My name's Ulysses Everett McGill. - And I'm Delmar O'Donnell.

How you been, Wash?

Been what, 12, 13 years?

Yep, (SNIFFS)

I expect you want them chains knocked off.

They foreclosed on Cousin Vester.

He hanged himself a year come May.

And Uncle Ratliff?

The anthrax took most of his cows. The rest don't milk.

And he lost a boy to mumps.

Where's Cora, Cousin Wash?

Couldn't say.

Mrs Hogwallop up and

R-U-N-N-O-F-T.

She must've been lookin' for answers.

Possibly.

Good riddance, as far as I'm concerned.

I do miss her cookin' though.

- This stew's awful good. You think so?

I slaughtered this horse last Tuesday.

I'm afraid she's startin' to turn.

(SINGING ON RADIO) You are my sunshine

My only sunshine

You make me happy

when skies are grey

You'll never know, dear

how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

Well, that winds up tonight's

Pass the Biscuits Pappy O'Daniel Flour Hour.

This is Pappy O'Daniel, hopin' you folks been enjoyin'

that good, old-timey music.

And remember, when you're fixin' to fry up some flapjacks

or bake a mess of biscuits,

use cool, clear water

and good, pure Pappy O'Daniel flour.

Well, guess I'll be turnin' in.

Say, Cousin Wash,

I suppose it'd be the acme of foolishness to inquire if you had a hairnet.

Got a bunch in yon bureau.

Mrs Hogwallop's, matter of fact.

Help yourself.

I won't be needin' them.

All right, boys!

- How's my hair? It's the authorities!

We got ya surrounded!

Damn! We're in a tight spot!

Just come on out a-grabbin' air!

And don't try nothin' fancy!

Your situation is purt nigh hopeless!

Damn! We're in a tight spot!

DELMARI What in the Sam Hill...

Pete's cousin turned us in for the bounty.

The hell you say!

- Wash is kin! Sorry, Pete!

I know we're kin, but they got this Depression on.

I got to do for me and mine.

I'm gonna kill you, Judas Iscariot Hogwallop!

- You miserable, horse-eatin', son of a... -(TOMMY GUN FIRING)

Damn! We're in a tight spot!

Damn his eyes!

Pa always said, "Never trust a Hogwallop".

Come and get us, coppers!

You boys are leavin' us no choice but to smoke you out!

Damn! We're in a tight spot.

Light 'er up! Hold up, boys!

Ain't you never heard of negotiatin'?

Maybe we can talk this out! I hate fire!

You lousy, low-down, yellow-bellied skunks!

We gotta speak with one voice, here. Careful with that fire, now, boys!

That's enough, sir.

I hate fire!

Gapped-toothed, carpetbaggin', motherless spawn of hell!

Holy Saint Christopher!

Get away from that vehicle, chaps! She's lickin' fire!

Take cover, boys! That ain't popcorn!

Scatter, boys!

Get in, boys. I'm gonna R-U-N-N-O-F-T.

- Come on, boss! Come on! Come on! -(PIG SQUEALING)

What are you doin' here? You oughta be in bed, crumbsnatcher.

You ain't the boss of me!

You candy-butted, car-thievin' so-and-sos!

I curse yer names!

Go back home and mind your pa.

What's the damn problem?

I can get the part from Bristol. It'll take two weeks.

- Here's your pomade. Two weeks?

- That don't do me no good. - Nearest Ford auto man's Bristol.

Hold on, now. I don't want this pomade. I want Dapper Dan.

I don't carry Dapper Dan. I carry Fop.

Well, I don't want Fop, God damn it! I'm a Dapper Dan man.

Watch your language, young fella. This is a public market.

Now, if you want Dapper Dan, I can order it for you,

have it in a couple of weeks.

Well, ain't this place a geographical oddity.

Two weeks from everywhere. Forget it.

A dozen hairnets.

Well, it didn't look like a one-horse town.

- But try finding a decent hair jelly. - Gopher, Everett?

And no transmission belt for two weeks neither.

They dam that river on the 21 st.

- Today's the 17th. - Don't I know it.

We got but four days to get to that treasure.

After that, it'll be at the bottom of a lake.

We ain't gonna make it walkin'.

That's right. - Gopher, Everett?

But the old tactician's got a plan.