Hatfields & McCoys

Everybody get a move on. We're loading on the run.

Heading for the tree line.

Fall back. We'll make our stand on the ridge.

Cover your backs! Come on, let's go!

Don't stop.

Here they come!

Come on!

Come on, let's go!

Come on.

Look out!

Unh!

Ought to cut them damn buttons off, Randall.

Makes you a target. Least I can stay warm at night.

How you still keeping your breeches up?

Nature provides.

Over here.

Take cover and reload.

Come on.

You gonna lose that arm.

I'll give the arm.

I just wanna live.

- Here they come! - Move, men!

- Don't shoot! - It's Randall.

Hold fire. Hold fire.

Yankee cavalry coming, company strength.

Yankee cavalry coming, company strength.

This could be it, Anse.

Best make your peace.

Yeah, well, I never courted God before, Randall.

I doubt he'd hear me now.

On the left! On the left!

We can't hold this.

Get the boys back to the line. Tell them to leave their pistols with me.

Soldier, on your feet now! Move!

We're moving out!

Hand me that sidearm, put them in this sack here!

Come on, let's move!

Go on.

I'm a faster runner than you are.

Anse.

I'll pray for you.

We're moving out!

Unh!

Well...

Make it stop, captain.

Make the hurt stop.

Audie.

Make it go away.

Hey!

That's it. Yeah, that's good.

I'll take some of them biscuits and beans.

We got more for you, captain.

Brought your sidearms back for you.

God almighty, you killed them all? Well, I'll be.

- How many Yanks you kill, Anse? - How the hell did you get away?

Anse?

What do you think you're doing?

I ain't staying to watch the boys we just saved die for a lost cause.

Lost? You don't believe that.

I do.

What do you think would happen if every soldier decided for himself

when the war was lost?

Be shorter wars for sure.

Don't make a cause no better when good men die for it in vain.

Here on out, I fight only for my own. We're your own.

You can't just twist things to suit yourself.

This is desertion.

I don't look at it that way.

I figure I deserted my family when I signed up.

You'd be wise to come with me.

We took an oath, Anse.

We swore death before dishonor, nothing changes that.

What if I'm on that firing squad that has to put you down?

Well, if it comes to that, don't flinch.

This is wrong. I can't let you do this.

You take care of yourself, Randall.

Many thanks for today.

God hates deserters.

You ought to buy your dog a drink, Uncle Jim. Ha, ha, ha.

And a little of this, and a little that.

Smell good too, don't you? Damn dog.

You get that coat off a dead Yankee?

No, I did not.

You find it in the outhouse somewheres?

No, I did not.

Where'd you get it then?

I wore it throughout the rebellion.

My nephew...

Devil Anse Hatfield,

proudly serves these here Confederate States of America.

As does your brother, Randall.

Yet you dare come in here

and wear that goddamned blue-bottle jacket.

You son of a bitch.

There isn't any around these parts

who are fighting and dying for the Union.

As for me?

The war's passed. But I ain't got another jacket.

Howsomever...

being as how I'm getting a little hot in here

I will take it off.

Put it on my charge.

You're gonna throw that damned Yankee jacket on the floor

and you're gonna piss on it.

I'm going on home.

Don't much care for the perfumed stank in here.

Can't even pay for your drink. What kind of a damn man are you?

The kind who you wanna come after, you'll find ready, Jim Vance.

Unlike your kinfolk here,

I'm not afeard of no man on account of he uses his dog for a whore.

Leave it now, Uncle Jim.

Do you blue bellies know the penalty for thievery?

Please, sir. We were just really hunting, that's all.

Please. Please, sir. Can we just...?

You just keep walking. I got a special plan for you boys.

- We're sorry, sir. - Quit your lollygagging!

Get!

Oh, my God.

Where you taking them, Uncle Jim?

Anse Hatfield, you're back. Hold up, you bastards.

Ha, ha, ha. Guarding the home front, I see.

Yup. You know nothing gets by old Jim.

I caught these Yankee shitheels a- pilfering corn.

He meant to take your life, nephew. We was...

I saw murder in his eyes. Please, sir, don't let him kill me.

On your way, Yankee Bill.

Go on. Now, hurry it up.

Thank you.

And I thought you was letting him go.

So did he. Heh.

After you blew out the other one's brainpan, what choice did I have?

Yup. Don't wanna leave no witnesses.

Died unafraid.

How a man should die.

That's a damn shame.

That Yankee piss pot should have suffered.

You hate them so much, how come you didn't sign up to fight them?

Fighting on others' terms is how you lose.

And losing is intolerable to me.

Well, I'm back now. And still head of this family.

I ain't gonna be no problem.

Good. Then you'll understand when I tell you

to get these bodies off the road somewhere no one ever finds them.

Damn. It's gonna be like it was before.

Look at Mr. Howls over there, all smiling.

He's glad you're back too.

With all your fine plans.

Get the bodies off the road.

What were you doing in there anyhow?

Not even home yet and you get yourself into a drunken fight.

You shiftless fool.

I'm hiding out at the still till this ruckus with Jim Vance blows over.

Drink yourself to death up there.

I ain't going up there to die. I'm going up there to stay alive.

Ain't right.

Come home from the Army. Jefferson.

Breed me like I was cattle, then you take off.

Nancy.

You got your duties as a husband and father!

Kids, mind your mama while I'm gone.

We Will, Daddy.

Levicy.

Anderson?

I'm done with the war.

You ain't going back? I gave them enough.

I'm back for good, darling.

You lived through it.

How's our little boy?

He's an angel. Now that he's asleep.

Oh, let me look at you.

You'll wanna know we got at least 60 bushels of corn in last year.

So we ain't starving.

This year promises just as good so you don't have to worry.

And Johnse, you will not recognize...

Shh.

We'll get to all that come morning.

Aah!

Ain't that Martha McCoy?

Lias.

Timber!

Miss McCoy.

Suppose you heard about my Harmon.

He's up at that still over a month, drinking.

Says if he stops now, he'll throw a fit and be helpless

when Jim Vance come to kill him.

Ma'am, your Yankee husband was a traitor to more than just my Uncle Jim.

There's lots of folks around here can't forgive Harmon's betrayal.

Might wanna kill him.

Even some of your own kin.

But your Uncle Jim Vance

is the only one my Harmon accused of fornicating with his hound dog.

Well...

it's a poor choice of words.

I'll admit hiding out was prudent.

I can't survive being a widow.

My uncle tends to go his own way.

But next time I see him, I'll do what I can.

Nancy, sit down.

I hear you!

You ain't getting me, you son of a bitch!