AC/DC Live '77

I got you another.

- Mornin'. - Eh.

What does the day bring us?

No tellin', Rip, but I know...

I know this is the best it'll be.

Well, I guess it's all kind of downhill

from here, huh?

- Let's go to work. - Yes, sir.

- Whoa, whoa! - Hey, let's go!

J immy, get your shit together.

Start to move now. Come on.

Yep.

I'll keep you posted, but now...

Yeah, I don't know.

Seal this whole area off.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

How big of an area are you talking about here?

Look, I got to get a drill in the ground today.

I don't think you're gonna be drilling today.

Look, for all we know,

these bones are goddamn relics.

You said the hole was new.

Doesn't mean the bones are.

If you thought these bones were old, you'd have never called.

You'd have sold 'em on eBay and kept on digging.

Hey, you know what? I'm calling our attorney.

- This is bullshit. - Yeah, knock yourself out.

You know what? Fuck that.

All right, this is a violation of our lease agreement.

For all you know, these are the bones

of some Mormon that got lost and somebody scalped!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey.

Looks pretty fuckin' fresh to me.

How big an area you want sealed?

To the fucking horizon.

Rip, you got stragglers in the timber.

We're coming at you.

We got stragglers in the trees. I want you to come with me.

- U h... - I ain't asking

your fucking permission, J immy, I'm telling you.

Now let's go.

- Keep up, let's go. - I thought you said

running the horses makes the cattle nervous?

What do you think that chopper's doing?

Now let's go, keep up. Come on.

We got a pretty good group down there, let's...

Let's swing 'em out wide.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Don't cut your horse.

Get up!

Somebody get J immy's horse.

Lloyd!

Help shit-for-brains with his horse.

Start drivin' em this way, God damn it!

Hey...

Hey, hey.

Hey...

Get a hold of the rein before you take the rope off.

Okay.

At least you're starting to walk like a cowboy.

I don't think I'm cut out for this.

Nobody is, J immy.

It's got to be cut into you.

Where's your hat?

Well, find it. Don't come back without it.

They'll never let you live it down.

Oh...

Where are the kids?

Watchin' a show.

You want me to finish all this?

Looks like a suicide. It's not what it is.

No job, three kids, no food.

And my dad certainly can't take care of 'em.

We can't.

Samantha's parents, they do pretty good.

They got a nice house in Seattle.

Only problem is, they won't speak to her.

Knew if she asked, they'd say no.

Now they can't say no.

It wasn't a suicide. It was a sacrifice.

Whoa...

Whoa.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on. Come on.

Right.

When are they coming?

Noon, I think.

It's a long drive.

It'll be better for them.

Get far away from here.

But for here, it won't be long before there's no one left.

'Course, that's been the plan since the beginning.

If we're gonna remain a family, we should probably leave too.

They win again.

Hey, can you do me a favor?

Take Tate out of here?

I just don't want him to watch his cousins leave.

He'll ask questions I don't know how to answer.

Where you want me to take him?

Just away.

Tate, come see your dad.

Hey.

Am I in trouble?

No, buddy.

Far from it.

You wanna go see your grandpa?

- Which one? - Mine.

Watch her!

Close it up!

There's three more coming up, now.

Mr. Dutton.

Mr. Dutton!

Let's get that bald-faced bastard.

Hey, Lloyd. Lloyd!

Let's start moving these red-tag heifers

- into the trailers! - Okay.

U h-oh.

That ain't good.

If a horse moved beneath me like that today,

my prostate would fall on the ground

right in front of me.

My son's gonna have his hide for ridin' at all.

He's got colon cancer.

My boy's his doctor, and he just cut two feet

out of his colon last week.

Damn.

She's asking for Mr. Jenkins.

Did you tell her there was no smoking?

- Yes, sir. - Then why

is she still smoking?

It's, um... I... I don't...

She made a rather compelling argument, sir.

- Pardon me, ma'am. - Ma'am?

Miss.

"Miss" should really only be applied

to a woman younger or just reaching marrying age,

which, in the era this bullshit became common vernacular,

was around 13.

And since I am clearly beyond that milestone

and I'm clearly not married,

the proper term for me would be "maiden ."

But if you call me "maiden," Alfred,

I'm gonna stab you in the eye with this fuckin' fork.

We have a no smoking policy.

Really?

Well, looks to me like the whole place is smoking, Alfred.

U nless the policy's just against me smoking,

which I find hard to believe because I've never been here before.

- What do you want? - To make a scene.

You ready to watch that happen?

I'll get Mr. Jenkins for you.

I'd appreciate it.

Hey, tattle-tale.

Bring me another.

And she wondered why I wanted her to move away.

She's not wondering anymore.

Anything I can do, just please let me know.

Hey, John.

What'd we say, Emmett?

That stallion was giving you a hell of a time,

but you didn't give an inch.

I never do.

How you feelin', John?

H ungry and tired.

I mean long term.

'Cause we need a Commissioner that got clear eyes.

It's... It's a big fight ahead of us, John.

Who told you?

Mickey said you got cancer.

Had, Emmett.

They cut it out.

We're not young men, John.

Maybe a younger man should step in.

Well, name the man.

You know him, Emmett?

No, I don't either. So you're stuck with me.

- So you're saying he got it all? - Yeah, he got it all.

Then we don't have to talk about this again.

To anyone.

You understand?

You make sure Mickey understands it too.

How you doin'?

Don't know, yet.

This day keeps punching.

You?

Wife wanted me out of the house.

I've run out of ideas of how to entertain this one.

Thought you might have a few.

I might.

How's the stallion treating you?

It's a gift that keeps on giving.

Looks like you're mine.

What do you want to do?

I wanna go to the river.

Come on.

Oh.

Death weren't everywhere these days,

I'd say it likes you.

Or your husband, at least.

Is he here?