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MAN: (OVER RADIO) Hey, Bill. I'm somewhere off 288 in Shelby,
about 10 miles past the Armstrong spread.
I got a load of moving beef. Three trailers.
Engines running.
BILL: (ON RADIO) Why don't you wait for backup? You ain't even supposed to be on the clock.
(OVER RADIO) I wait for you, these boys will be in Texas.
(ON RADIO) OK, we'll notify local PD.
(KEYS JINGLE)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(GUN COCKS)
(BIRDS TWEETING)
(HORSE NEIGHS DISTANTLY)
(DISTANT CHATTER)
MAN: Tyson! Don't put them cows in that trailer.
Put them in the second trailer!
Hold that damn gate!
Come on now, boy, use your head! Oklahoma Department of Agriculture.
I'm gonna need you boys to stop what you're doing right now.
No problem officer. We're just loading up our livestock
cos it's the best time of day to do it.Is it?
It's too damn hot in the morning, hotter now. (CHUCKLES)
Well, I'm sure you got some paperwork to confirm that.
Yes, sir, right here. No problem.
Hey, hey. Stop right there.
Sure thing.
Boy, don't you be pissing on my boots and telling me it's raining.
No, sir. Get a move on. (GRUNTS)
No, no, no, no, no! Stop!
What are you doing? (COWS MOOING)
Stop!
(DRAMATIC COUNTRY MUSIC)
(COWS MOOING)
Let's go. Come on. Let's go.
(COWS MOOING)
You're just south of 200.
Well...
there ain't no bear or... lion or pack of wolves.
Turn your cranky out, take a look around these parts.
Things just ain't adding up in the books.
You expect a few critters to go missing.
Maverick here or there...
but this has been systematic.
Charlie, you don't have to call me up every time you need an inspection.
They got a self-inspect system online now.
If they don't give you a call,
when will we get together to shoot the shit?
That's right. (LAUGHS)
I don't know if I ever told you...
..I wasn't the original owner of this ranch, Frank.
I inherited it from a fella named George Fletcher.
There were rustlers, Outlaw Chickasaw,
rode onto the property one night.
Any other night it would have been fine.
George would have seen to it.
But he was in Fort Gibson for work.
The only ones here - his wife and son.
The rustlers seen an opportunity, made off with all his livestock,
almost 400 head of cattle. Mm.
After...
they killed Merit Fletcher and her boy.(GASPS)
That's terrible, Charlie.
George buried his little family out back there.
Came out to my place the next morning,
asked me to look over the ranch.
Said if he didn't never come back, I should take on the deed.
Five years went by.
Fletcher was just here one morning...
..almost standing where we are now.
He'd set out to hunt down all those that had paid a visit to his place.
Told me he hung each one of them at gunpoint.
Threw a rope up over a branch and...
..watched the fight get squeezed out of them.
Fletcher never asked anybody for help.
He did what he had to do and when he was done...
..he was done.
That was the last I ever saw of him.
Frontier justice.
Don't go getting any ideas, Charlie.
(SCOFFS) Fight left me so long ago I don't recall the taste.
I just wanna go into my house justified, Frank.
That's all.
Good to see you, Charlie.
(ENGINE STARTS)
(INQUISITIVE MUSIC)
REPORTER: Oklahoma Department Of Agriculture confirm
concerns that an uptick in livestock theft
is likely due to a single, highly-organised criminal outfit,
and should be considered armed and dangerous.
They believe the same gang was responsible for an attack
on a cattle inspector last autumn that left him crippled for life.
(COUNTRY MUSIC)
Anything else I can get for you, hon?Oh no, that'll do it, Carole. Thank you very much.
That can't be you.
Frank Bennett?
Sylvia?
Holy cow.
You remember.Of course I remember. How could I forget?
You want to sit down? Oh, I ordered to take out.
Oh, OK.
I heard about Hannah. I'm really sorry.
Yeah.
Yeah, thank you.
I really am. You have all these dreams and...
..struggle, and then just like that...
It doesn't seem right.
Yeah. But you, uh... moved away, you got married?
You guys back visiting?
Uh...
Not 'you guys', just... just me.
Dad got ill and needed help on the ranch.
I'm sorry to hear that. About your dad.
You guys still got the spread out by 288?
Yeah, exit at the truck stop.
We're whipping it into shape. It's a little overgrown, but...Yeah.
Uh, here's your order, ma'am. Oh, thank you.
So you're back for good or...?
Well, as long as Dad needs me.
He always said you were his best hand.He did, really?He did.
Well, tell him I said hello. Give him my best.
I will. (CHUCKLES)
I'm surprised they let you in here.
Well, they... It's new ownership.
Oh. They don't know about me.
They don't have like a mug shot of you on the wall or something? I hope not, I'm a cop, so... (LAUGHS)
Specifically, I'm a... a cow cop.
I mean, I'm a, uh, livestock officer. Not a cow cop.
(LAUGHS) Fightin' Frankie.
Policeman. (LAUGHS)
I haven't heard that for a while.
Oh, I'm... I'm in my ranch stuff and...
You look great.
So do you.
I don't normally do this, but, uh... what the heck.
Anyway, if you're curious...
I'll call you.
Try not to get in any fights.
That's not who I am anymore. Oh, really?
That's too bad.
I kind of liked that guy.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
Fightin' Frankie.
Kid ain't dead yet.
(COWS MOOING)
(INDISTINCT DISTANT AUCTIONEERING)
Hey, partner!
Cup of Olive's finest.
Hey, can you believe Stonecamp's old ma had his nurse bring him out here?
Today?Yeah, brought him up from that assisted living place.
Thought it might be good for him to be around the yards.
I mean he did love it here, but...
I'll go see him.Yeah, well, I'm gonna leave that to you, old Frank.
Too depressing. Got to make a call home, anyway.
(AUCTIONEERING RAPIDLY)
(COWS MOOING)
(WHISPERS) How goes, pardner?
I'm guessin' you heard.
Yeah.
Cattle breeders got together.
They're going to the capital.
Promise to fund a task force.
(SIGHS)
I don't give a shit about that, Frank.
I can't remember anything, anyhow.
I shit myself this morning.
I was eating breakfast and...
..I knew what was happening...
..but I just couldn't remember what to do, you know...
what I was doing. (SOBS)
(INHALES, EXHALES)
Fucking decorated law enforcement agent
crying like a baby. Hey. It ain't your fault.
Four baldy calves
worth maybe 500 apiece.
Caved in my skull for...
..two grand change.
We're gonna get the guy that did this to you, Stonecamp.
I'll get him.
And I won't quit till we do.
I got to turn in some papers, alright?
You're in my prayers, Stonecamp.
Now she's up in Glacier working cows.
All the way there? Yep.Jesus.
And she's doing real well. Mack. Frank.
Mack.
How's the sales so far?
Better than last week's, so that's something.Yeah? Good.
You know, I saw Rick brought 20 head of blacks.
Uh-huh.
Said he would've brought more, but 16 showed up missing.
Is that right? 16, huh?
Sounds like a trailer load.
It ain't right, Frank. We'll do the best we can.
Fight 19th-century criminals with 19th-century methods.
Lynchings, frontiered justice,
regulators like Tom Horn.
You know they hung Tom Horn.
Just like they would anyone today.
(COWS MOOING)
You know, I ain't ever seen you push a pencil so fast.
Bill, you mind? My breakfast sounds just fine right now.
The only thing open is Dairy Queen.
How about that, uh, coffee shop off of Highway 7 near Davis?
By the old Johansson spread?
That should be open late.
Come on, Frank, it's in the middle of nowhere.
That Johansson ranch...
He had a daughter, right? Pretty thing. What was her name?Sylvia.
Sylvia, right.
Yeah, it seems that the good ones leave town
first thing they can now. Yep.
(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING)
Why's this joker in such a hurry?
Hey, it's a two-way highway, pal. (TRUCK HORN BLARES)
What the crap?
(DOOR BELL JINGLES)
Here you go, sir. Thank you.
Thank you, ma'am.
I beat you. I lost you.
Well, you know what?
Just wanted to give you some good news and some bad news.
I'll give you the good news first.
Jane's pregnant. Oh!
You never let her up. (BOTH CHUCKLE)
Ever since I've known Jane, she's been pregnant. Was that three?
Four. Four.
Soon enough, you'll have a herd of your own.
Yeah, well, I just might have to auction off one or two.
The little buggers are expensive.
(LAUGHS)
Which...
Which leads me to the bad news.
I'm gonna put in my notice, Frank.
Right.
Are you moving?
I don't know, we might have to. It's hard, Frank.
I mean, 27 grand a year and five mouths
to feed and a sixth on the way...
I mean, God forbid the government gives us a living wage, Christ.
I don't even think they give a shit anymore.
Too busy chasing drug dealers and jihadis and...
I don't know, they don't give a good damn about a bunch of rustlers.
I mean, hell, half the country doesn't even know
that people steal cattle anymore.
That fella forget to pay his tab?
Happens all the time.
He hasn't left yet, if you want me to go get your money?
There's no bother. He passes through here every other week.
I'll get him on his next go.
Are you ready, gentlemen? I'll just take black coffee, ma'am.
Sure. Coffee? I thought you were starving.
How about you, hon? Um...
I guess I'll have one, too.
You know what, Frank? You're probably right.
We should just hit the road, huh? Suit yourselves.
I'm about ready to close up anyhow. You want those coffees to go?
Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks.
No, order something. I'll hang out with you.
No, no. Jane'll have leftovers for me when I get home.
It's fine.
You've thought about it? Quitting?
I find that hard to believe, you Desperado.
I don't mind being out there in the country on my own, it's just...
..going home ain't no good. Yeah.
Hard to find a woman who will take to that kind of life.
Finding more than one in a lifetime is...
..probably next to impossible.
Well, who knows?
Maybe you'll get lucky.
Yeah. Alright.
Coffee's on me. No, let me pay for this.
You got five mouths to feed.
Would you let me buy my partner one last cup of joe? Alright?
Thank you. Got no cell service out here.
Does that landline still work?
The phone company is still charging me every month, so it better.
Local calls only, though. Yes, ma'am.
I'll get your change. No, no, you keep it.
Yes, sir. Careful on those roads.
Thank you.
Bill, you get rolling. I'm gonna make a phone call.
Nah.
I'm in no hurry, partner. Take your time.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(KEYPAD CLICKING)
(PHONE DIALLING)
(ON PHONE) Hello, you've reached Sylvia.
I must be busy doing something, but leave me a message
and I promise I'm gonna get back to you as soon as I can.(PHONE BEEPS)
Uh, Sylvia, it's Frank.
Frank Bennett from the other night. I was...
..just, uh...
wondering what you were doing the next couple of days
if you're free, maybe...
you know, say, tomorrow or...
(MUMBLES) You know...
Be great to see you again.
Um, well, my number's, uh... 480...
..509-0953.
So...
I'll talk to you.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(CAR HORN BLARES)
Son of a bitch.
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(ON RADIO) Hey Bill, you copy?
Pull over a bit, would you?
(ON RADIO) Sure thing, partner.
I can tell you're already gonna miss me. (LAUGHS)
Did you see those cattle trailers? The ones we just passed? Yeah.
How about the one that nearly ran us off the roadways back?
Yeah, so?Where you suppose they're doing this time of night?
(SIGHS)
I don't know, probably coming back from the sale just like us.
Frank, what is it?
Nah. They're loading them in the dark.
Shouldn't you be getting home? No, no, no.
No, I see that look in your eye.
Go home to your wife and kids, I'll let you know in the morning.
No, sir. You just lead the way, partner.
Everyone at home's asleep, anyway.
You got the balls for this?
(ENGINES REV)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
(CICADAS BUZZING)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(ENGINE STOPS)
(HORSE NEIGHS)
(RADIO CRACKLING)
(SIGHS)
(CAR BLEEPING)
(WHISPERS) Shut up.
(BLEEPING STOPS)
(WHISPERS) Fucking new cars.
(WHISPERS) There's three trailers. I saw two guys.
There's probably more. Alright.
(PANTING)
Holy shit. That's quite an operation.
Hey, you sure it ain't kosher?
Oh, no. There ain't a big outfit like this this side of the Ozarks.
Yeah. They pick off a cow here and a couple there.
Yeah, 16 of Rick's best.
Scavenging all they could till they got what they want
and the time was right.
(SIGHS) Today.
Ain't we the lucky ones. Lucky us.
I don't see 'em heating up any running irons.
That means they must've rebranded them already.
They're taking them someplace where they don't have to.
You get signal out here? No, I lost mine a way back.
Whoa, hold on.
Red truck. Oh, yeah.
That's the deadbeat from the diner.
Put them in the second trailer.
Looks like he's the one calling the shots.Oh!
Wow, there's a fifth one. Yeah, I see him.
That big old bully boy.
Pull that damn gate open!
(EXHALES) Come on now, boy. Use your head.
Hey, Thad. Get the heating up this running iron.
Man should not live on bread alone, but perhaps you should consider it.
(LAUGHS) Kurt, what's that line in the Bible about, uh...
'he without sin cast the first stone'? That's Jesus telling you
to shut the hell up and stop sassing people.
Hey, Harris. I don't know what Peggy sees in you.
Harris, why'd we invite this fat piece of shit?
He's good for morale.
He can eat that heifer faster than he can load it.
Oh, you too now? (LAUGHS)
If you hadn't been late, we'd be on the road by now.Late, huh?
Which one of you geniuses can spot a cow that's been bred and know the difference between weight by mass?
You need me and you know it. Watch your mouth, kid.
BILL: It seems that we have probable cause on this one.
Oh, yeah.
Way I see it...
we got one choice...
..or another.
Uh-oh.
Get signal and call this in, wait for them out by the highway.
Or? We take 'em now.
(SIGHS)
Well...
I could be sitting on my ass at a frickin' desk next week
and be pissed if we didn't.
Atta, boy.
(GUN COCKS)
You carrying?
No. I didn't think we were gonna re-enact the OK Corral this morning.
Haven't I taught you anything?
Careful with her. She's my baby.
Will do.
You go left. I'll go right.
(COWS MOOING)
Now make yourself useful and go get my chew out of the cab, would you?
Oh, boy. You're still sassing... I'm gonna call your mama.
I swear to God.
Every single day.
That boy's making me madder than a mosquito in a mannequin factory.
Sassing me. "Oh, Phillip's fat. Phillip's a blimp.
Look at Phillip, he's bigger than the cows."
Kurt, hey. What about them doggies?
Don't tell me we're stealing for nothing.
Then what happens at the weigh station?
We're hauling 80,000 pounds, it's too much, OK?
We're loaded up, let's roll. Wait, we gotta rebrand 'em, though.
Pack it up. We'll rebrand them down the road.
Hold it!
Hey!
Oklahoma Livestock.
No sudden moves. Hey.
Fuck. Oklahoma Department of Agriculture.
Don't move. OK, mister.
Not a sound, do you understand? Yes, sir.
Alright, I ain't here to hurt you. Now, let's go.
I want to see hands in the air.
Anyone reaches, I won't hesitate.
Last I checked, it ain't illegal to transport your own stock.
Your own stock, huh?
You got five different brands in there.
Told you we should've rebranded it. Shut your goddamn mouth. Sir,
I need to see some identification.
There ain't a cop within 50 miles of here.No one gives a shit what you need.Move!
Sorry, Kurt, he came out of nowhere.
Phillip, shut the fuck up! Everybody just stop talking.
Department Of Agriculture. (LAUGHS) Agriculture.
Guessing this isn't your first time getting arrested, Kurt?
Ain't my first rodeo.
Well, I expect you to set a good example for your boys.
Now everyone line up against this truck. Spread 'em.
You're under arrest for rustling cows.
(COWS MOOING)
(WHISPERS) Frank. We're missing one.
Jones! Harris! Listen to me.
(GUNSHOTS)
(COWS MOOING AGGRESSIVELY)
(PANTING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
That was gnarly.
Follow me
and let the dead bury their own dead.
The hell does that mean? Means there ain't no law out here
except what comes out of the barrel of a gun.
Hell, there's five of us.
Shouldn't take us too long to smoke him out.
We'd be looking all day.
It's what they want.
So, what, we let him go?
No, we go.
We'll be in Texas before they can call in the cavalry.
OK, what about this body?
We'll let the coyotes eat.
They didn't walk in.
Yeah, I'm on it. Come on! Let's go! Let's go, come on.
(PANTING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
(COWS MOOING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(DISTANT GUNSHOT)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(PANTING)
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
I ain't taking on no passengers. Did you see three trucks go by here?
No, sir.
I heard 'em, though. Can you give me a ride?
It's important.
Well, Mama told me not to pick up strangers.
Course, she's been dead nearly 20 years.
Listen, mister, I'm a livestock officer.
Those trucks are full of stolen cows driven by rustlers.
I need to get out to the highway and contact authorities as soon as possible.Rustlers, huh?
I heard they still hang a man for that in Texas. You give me a ride or not?
You say you're going to the highway? Well...
Officer...
I'm going in the other direction.
Did you hear what I just said? I sure did.
I also heard a rat-a-tat-tat about a half an hour ago, too.
Sometimes when there's poppin' these parts,
there's valuable things left behind.
All you'll find is my partner.
He's dead.
I'll take you to the highway. No further.
Deal.
Pardon my mess.
My friends call me Axel.
But I ain't got no friends no more,
so you can call me whatever you want to.
Well, I'm Frank Bennett.
You get any service out here, Axel? Service?
I'm off of that grid thing.
Don't much care for no authority telling me
what I can and can't do, neither.
You know anyone who lives out here named Harris? Or Jones?
Can't say I do.
Folks around here mostly mind their own business.
Yeah, even if their business is taking what isn't theirs.
(TYRES SCREECHING)
There's a diner just up the road.
Can you take me there?I said to the highway and no further.
You're on your own from here, pilgrim.
Thanks for the ride.
Hey!
You weren't lying about that friend of yours
that got himself shot up back there, was you?
Go see for yourself.
Or take me to that diner.
(INQUISITIVE MUSIC)
(PANTING)
Hello?
We ain't open for a couple hours, sir.
Ma'am, I need to use your phone.
What, you break down or somethin'? I need to call the police.
What for? Ma'am...I don't know you.
Police officer's been killed, some cow rustlers just east of here.
Now if you won't let me use your phone,
I'll have to break in and do it without your say-so.
I ain't got no phone.
There's no cell service out here. (DOOR OPENS)
You can use the one in the diner. OK.
Thank you. Yeah, sure.
(DOOR CLOSES) Thirsty?
Where's your truck?
Don't tell me it got stalled, too. You run all the way here?
Bet you could use a glass of water.
(GUN COCKS) Hang it up.
And drop that carbine.
I don't want any trouble. I'm not here to hurt you.
I said hang it up!
Or you'll be the one hurting.
I've killed before and I will again, so help me.
(ON PHONE) 911, what's your emergency?
Now the rifle. Throw it over my way.
(RIFLE CLATTERS)
Pick the phone back up.
Pick it up!
Now dial this number.
982...
581-2538.
(PHONE DIALLING)
It's ringing.
KURT: (ON PHONE) I told you not to be calling while we're on the road.
Tell him it's Peggy.
It's Peggy. (ON PHONE) What?
Tell him I need to speak to Jones. She needs to speak to Jones.
(ON PHONE) Who the fuck is this? Kurt, it's Peggy,
for God's sake! Tell Jones to call me now!
Line went dead. Hang it up. He'll call back.
You know, ma'am, I'm kind of thirsty after all.
It's too bad.
(PHONE RINGS)
(ON PHONE) Who is this?
Jones?
Tell him who you are.
My name's Frank Bennett. I'm a livestock officer.
Tell him what Peggy's doing.
Peggy's pointing a shotgun at me.
Now, ask him if he wants me to kill you.
Do you want her to kill me?
He didn't say yes. Didn't say no either.
Ask him how far they got.
Where are you?
(ON PHONE) Tell her we're coming back.
They're coming back.
Rip the line out of the wall.
In case you get the jump on me.
(GUN COCKS) Come on, Peggy, think about it.
You're not gonna get away with this.
Whether it's me or someone else, you'll get arrested.
If you're lucky.
Worse if you're not. Worse, huh?
Tell that to your cop friend they wasted.
Yeah. They came by here on their way out.
Said you might be coming. Yeah, well, they were right.
They made his wife a widow.
(TENSE MUSIC)
Empty your pockets.
If I see your hand make for a gun, you won't have one no more.
Get over there, by the sink.
Come on!
(EXHALES)
Put it in the drain.
It Kurt your husband?
You don't get to make small talk with me. Now do as I told you.
If you're about to die, and he left you a message...
..wouldn't you want to listen to it? Don't you talk about him.Why?
Because he never asked you to marry him?
Because he was never there for you, Peggy?
You don't owe Kurt anything.
You don't know anything about me.
Oh, I know you spent time in the pen. "Yes, sir."
"No, sir." You're so smart.
Guess you know what kind of a person that makes me, then.
Let's listen to something.
Hey, Frank. I was hoping you'd call.
Tomorrow night's free and I can leave Dad for a couple.
Uh, just give me a call in the morning.
Good night.
Is that your wife or something?
My wife is dead.
(LAUGHS DRYLY)
Don't expect me to feel sorry for you.
Drop that phone in the drain.
Drop the phone!
Turn on the disposal. Switch is on the left.
(DISPOSAL WHIRS AND GRINDS)
(GUNSHOT)
(TENSE MUSIC)
Ah!
Damn it.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
You coming in, Uncle Phillip?
Oh, hell, no. I've seen enough blood.
Suit yourself.
(COWS MOOING)
Peggy! Son of a bitch punched me, Kurt.
Look at my face.
God damn it! Come here.
He did this to you? He fucking did this to you?!
I'm gonna fucking kill him.
Oh, yeah. Come on, baby.
(ENGINE SPLUTTERS) Come on.
We should probably scatter. He's probably called the cops.
No fucking way he did. I killed the phones.
I ain't stupid.
I'd have killed him, too, if you'd said so.
Ain't bad for a woman.
Hey, you think he took a car? It don't run.
I'll go check see if he's there. She just said it don't fucking run.
I don't appreciate the way you're talking to me.
How would you like me to talk to you?!
What the fuck do you think you're doing?!
You shoot my place up!
I worked myself to the bone to build this.
You'll pay for that. Peggy, just calm down. OK?
Tell me to calm down again. Look at my face.
This is cos of his stupid-ass plan!
He's gonna buy me a new TV.
He will buy you a new TV. Ain't that right, Jones?
(INHALES, EXHALES) What now, sir?
(TENSE MUSIC)
(CRICKETS CHIRPING)
(COOS MOOING)
(METALLIC RATTLING)
He's close. Look, Jones,
we can get him this time.
He's not getting away. Wrong.
He's got no truck... no cell phone...
..no way out of here but to walk.
And it's several hours to the next town.
Now if we move fast and we move now, we can be in Amarillo by then.
(AIR HISSING)
Worst case, we drop the stock. We sell the stock.
No matter what.
And what about Peggy?
She rides with me.
(SCOFFS)
I need to get those trucks where they're intended.
Now look, I know it's been a hell of a day.
I know that. A hell of a day.
But I know I can rely on you, Kurt.
Alright?
Yeah. Yeah?
Yeah.
Let's go.
Jesus Christ, I thought you killed a dead cop.
He ain't.
What do you mean he ain't?
Dearly departed.Now how in the hell is that possible?
(MUMBLES) I don't know.
Shit!
(COWS MOOING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
I don't know what in the hell I was thinking
having us throw in with Jones.
Shit, he's worse than you.
(RATTLING)
(COWS MOOING)
Oh, come one now.
Son of a bitch.
Hey, we got a flat. It's gonna take about 15 or 20 to fix it.
We must have picked up a nail or a screw back at the diner.
Hey, pull over here before that damn hill.
(ON RADIO) You want us to turn back and help him or keeping going?
Make sure they get back on the road. I ain't stopping.
(ON RADIO) Willie, this is Waylon.
We're coming back to help you as soon as we find a place to turn around.
(ON RADIO) Get it fixed. Get back on track.
(ON RADIO) Johnny, don't worry about it. I'll have it fixed licky-split.
(GRUNTS) Shit.
Ohh, why the fuck are you doing this now?
(SIGHS)
OK, then.
(METALLIC RATTLING)
(COWS MOOING)
Gotta wet that Ram, too.
(LAUGHS) That's what she said.
Hey, we gotta move, goddamn it.
I've never let none of y'all down once. Not once.
I don't deserve that.
Sorry, Philip.
When I think about what that son of a bitch did to Peggy,
it makes me crazy as hell.
I know.
How's she looking, big dog?
This thing's got me working harder than an ugly stripper.Alright.
(GUN COCKS)
Hurry it up. We got to get a move on.God damn.
We don't know who's around.
Freeze.
Drop the bar.
Put your hands on the truck.
Kurt, do what he says.
Don't even think about it.
Kurt! Fuck!
(GUNSHOTS)
(SCREAMS)
(GUN COCKS)
(COUGHING, CHOKING)
Oh, boy. Shh.
Hey, hey, hey. You're alright.
Tell... tell Peggy I love her.
You got it, bubba. I promise.
Just be quiet, boy. You're fine. You're OK. You're alright, boy.
Just take it easy now. You just rest. Everything's fine.
(WHEEZING)
You just killed my nephew.
He killed himself.
Don't shoot me, mister. I didn't do nothing.(GUN COCKS)
Nothing, huh?
I ought to gut you.
(RATTLING, BANGING) (COWS MOOING)
Get back there and let them cows out.
Are you crazy?
Yeah.
Maybe I am.
(RATTLING)
Mister, you make me let these cows go,
it's the same thing as killing me.
Open it.
Let's go, let's go. (COWS MOO)
What you gonna do with them? I'm letting them go.
Free range.
They won't go far. Anything happens to me, Jones won't get them.
(ON RADIO) Willie, this is Waylon, what's your mile marker?
Willie, come in.
Maybe they're almost done, they can't hear the radio.
What now?
You need to answer some questions.
(TENSE MUSIC)
The hell is this?
Stop the truck, Thad.
Stop the fucking truck.
Kill the engine.
OK.
Who's that up there with Phil? It's that cattle detective.
The cow cop? Yeah.
What you gonna do with that?
I'm gonna do what we should have done before.
OK. Yeah. Um... So you're gonna...
you're gonna do what we need to do.
And I'm gonna stay here, protect this load.No.
You're my back-up.
You know how to use one of these things?
Yeah, I mean, I had a BB gun when I was-Jesus Christ.
Don't fucking aim that gun at me.
Right.Listen. You squeeze that trigger and it goes bang.
You're on my six. What's a six?
Fuck, Thad. Get out of the truck and follow me.
Six?Come on, Thad. Get out of the fucking truck.
I'm fucking coming.
Shush!
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
Where's he headed?
Jones. Where's he taking the stock?
It's over. You might as well help yourself.
It ain't ever over for Jones.
Phil! Phil, hey! Phil, come over here!
Shut the fuck up!
Get your shit together. I need you in that truck and driving off.
I'll shoot his ass as soon as I see him.
I'm not going out there. The fuck you're not!
I'm gonna die! Get the fuck out there!
Ah, fuck!
Fuck, fuck!
(SCREAMS) Fuck!
God, he shot me, Harris! I'm shot!
(SCREAMS) They blew my toes off!
(ENGINE STARTS) Move the truck, Thad!
(CRYING)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(PANTING)
Got into some trouble on the road?
This has nothing to do with you, old timer.(SCREAMS)
(GRUNTING)
Stay down. It ain't worth it.
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
Did I kill that man?
Yeah.
You saved my life.
I thought you was full of shit.
When I went back and seen that friend of yours
all chewed up and spit out,
you sure picked a hell of a fight.
Yeah.
Actually, I'm going to have to deputise you, whether you like it or not.
I don't like it. Well, that's too bad.
Repeat after me.
I do solemnly swear...
..that I will support and defend the Constitution of the United States,
so help me God.
Oh, help me God. That's good enough for me.
Wait, I need a badge.
No. It's not a requirement.
It is for me. I need a badge.
Well, I don't have a spare one.
Well, that one's OK.
What's up with him?Oh, he ain't got no fight left in him.
(WHIMPERING)
I got a gun and a badge, motherfucker.
I drove past some fat man hauling ass.
Was he with these fellas?
He won't get far.
Sure won't.
Where are you going now?
Where's your truck?
(GROANING) I don't remember.
(CRIES)
God, sorry.
I'd wager it's somewhere around that corner.
I could drive you to it.
(COOS MOOING)
(WHIMPERING)
Axel, can you hand me that old smoke pole.
Hey.
You ever towed a livestock trailer?
Yeah, once or twice.
You need anything else, partner?
Yeah. I'll tell you what.
You go find a phone. I want you to call the state police.
You tell them what's going on. You tell them to meet us at the diner.
You got it, pilgrim.
Don't touch that or I'll kill you.
(COOS MOOING)
(PHONE VIBRATES)
That Bill's phone?
Give it to me, you piece of shit.
WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Where are you, honey?
I thought you'd be home by now.
I put the kids to sleep, Andy was asking after you.
And he cried for a bit.
I told him this was your last night on the shift,
you'd be there to put him to bed from now on.
I know it was a hard decision, honey, but it was the right one
for us, your family.
Anyways, I love you.
Be safe, and we'll see you soon.
PEGGY: (ON RADIO) Waylon, this is Johnny, where are you?
Waylon, Willie, Johnny, The Highwaymen, huh?
Douchebags.
Yeah, this is Waylon.
We're headed east.
Going back to the diner.
What the hell's going on, Thad? No names on the radio.
Where are you, Waylon? Is Willie back on the road?
No.
(ON RADIO) This is Frank Bennett, the cow-cop.
I'm driving now.
Where's Kurt? (ON RADIO) Well...
Kurt didn't want to be arrested, so he's dead now.
(WHISPERS) Don't tell him nothing.
I knew I didn't like you.
Hey.
When I called you "sir."
(ON RADIO) And you and your partner looked at me all know-it-all smug.
Looked at me like a screw in the yard.
You think you can pity me, motherfucker?
You're gonna get yours for what you did to my Kurt, I'm gonna find you.
(YELLS)
Harris? (ON RADIO) That you, Jones?
I'm guessing Harris is the big fella, huh?
No, he didn't want to get arrested, either.
(ON RADIO) So he's dead now, too? (SIGHS)
What do you want, cattle cop?
(ON RADIO) No, Johnny, tell me what you want.
I figure you're headed for the Texas border, huh?
No-brand state, right?
Between the two of us, we got 100, 150,000 of beef.
It's quite a haul, Jones.
Of course, it didn't quite work out the way you wanted it, did it?
Your first load's dripped all over Highway 288.
Your second's moving in the other direction.
(ON RADIO) So, what's it gonna be, Jones?
Might make it to the Texas border...
..there's gonna be a whole bunch of boys there waiting for you.
The way I see it...
..you got one choice or another.
(ON RADIO) You ditch your load now,
and do your best to hide out like a rat.
Or you can come get the cows I took from you.
Finish the job.
(ON RADIO) I'll be waiting at the diner.
(TENSE MUSIC)
We have to go back.
We have to go back and take care of him.
You need to be quiet, I'm thinking.
Yeah, well, while you're thinking, he's back there setting us up.
We stick to the plan.
I did my time.
I'm not doing it, I will not go back to the jug.
You won't. I will if that pig breathes.
He's bluffing. What about the kid?
Yeah, if he's scared, he'll squeal, they all do.
You were always so good to Kurt.
He was my friend.
(SIGHS)
I'm all alone now, Jones.
I've seen the way you look at me.
You're a real man.
And the truth is...
I don't wanna be alone.
Turn around now. Don't think I won't use this thing.
Use your brains.
Feelings will get you killed.
Did you not hear what he did to my Kurt?
Turn around now!
Or I swear I'll kill you and I'll drive myself.
God damn it! Turn around now!
Ain't none of you got what it takes, which is why you're all out in the night stealing cattle.
Relax.
We'll go back for the kid. (GRUNTING)
Let's go, come on. (GRUNTS)
I done like you asked.
But me and the Five-O ain't got a great history, so...
Hump the bumper.
They won't be here for a couple of hours, I'll be done with you by then.
You want me to tie him up? So I won't run away?
I'm gonna cuff him.
You got a firearm? Just a revolver.Take that.
Speaking of beef, this psycho slaughtered a couple of head
when he was killing your friend.
You wouldn't mind one of those coming up missing, would you?
Might feed mine for a month.
The way I see it, the illegal part's already been did.
You earned it. (GRUNTING)
Slow down.
Why don't you speed up?
It's Phillip.
Tell him to get in. Get in!
Ah! Hi.
This ain't for me. I'm going home. Get in the truck.
I ain't dying for no cows. I am D-O-N-E, done.
Get in, you fat fuck! Yes, ma'am.
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
That murdering shit head's gonna die.
If you give me the gun, I can take care of it right now.
He's a sitting duck in there. You'd shoot my whole place up, wouldn't you?
That's my livelihood in there. You'll make more money
from this truck than you would in that God damn dump.
That dump's all I got left.
Get out!
Jones.
Frank.
What you smiling at?
Stand up.
I wouldn't, Peg.
Axel, what the fuck are you doing here?
Let's just say I ain't come for bacon and eggs.
(SCOFFS)
I swear, I swear I'll kill you, too. I got nothing to lose now.
As far as I'm concerned, Peggy, you're just an accessory.
That ain't a life sentence.
You killed my Kurt!
Kurt killed himself. That's what you're about to do.
He had a chance to live.
So do you.
I should have shot you before.
(TENSE MUSIC)
You've ruined me.
Hey, Jones, they call the cops-
Don't nobody move! I mean it!
Do it! Waste that motherfucker!
What now, Mr Oklahoma Livestock Agent?
Who am I kidding?
Pussy-ass bitch.
Sit down, Jones.
I thought we might be able to sort things out.
Man to man, you and me.
Peggy, how about some of that delicious coffee of yours?
Go fuck yourself.
Thank you.
(METALLIC RATTLING)
Are you married? You got a family?
Yeah.
I didn't think so.
A married man would have went home instead of risking his life here,
chasing beef that's probably covered with a good insurance policy.
It ain't just a job for me. We've got that in common.
Not a lot of opportunities for men like us, is there, Frank?
I have a decent life. Call this decent?
It's honourable. It's old-fashioned.
Might wanna get that nose looked at, Peggy.
Sir.
The righteous are always looking for righteousness...
..but what they're really looking for is order.
Evil has an order to it, too.
Sometimes...
disorder is the path to righteousness.
Ah!
(SCREAMS)
You shot me!
I wasn't aiming at you, Peg!
I'm not trying to hurt you. Don't make me kill you, darling.
Get back, back! Let her go,
Jones, it's not worth it. You killed my partner.
You put Stone Camp in a chair. You'll pay for that.
Stay still. Oklahoma,
it was Jones, he did it!
He beat that man without mercy.
(PANTING)
Go ahead.
Run.
AXEL: You alright?
Yeah, Axel. I'm good.
Never shot a woman before.
Not sure I like it. Fuck.
You son of a bitch.
(PANTING)
Actually, you got any more of that rope?
Depends on what you got in mind.
Something old-fashioned.
OK.
Get up.
Look straight ahead.
Sit on the bumper.
Put them on, good and tight.
Give me that scattergun.
Tie this off, will ya?
Didn't you swear by some oath to uphold the law?
And I did, and I plan on honouring it.
Make sure it's set real good.
Get up.
Step up there.
I prefer a bullet. I'll give you a bullet.
You're not gonna like where I put it.
Why don't you call the cops? Huh? I promise I won't take off.
Think about yourself.
I'll think about all the people that won't suffer because of you. Now get up there.
Put it around his neck. He's making you an accessory.
You killed that man's partner. Wait!
He thinks killing you is gonna make that easier to bear.
That's what this is about? What now?
Pull it real nice and tight. Wait.
Wait, wait, wait! (GRUNTS)
Wait!Axel.
Do you have some slaughter beef to collect?
Well, I do got somewhere to be.
Axel...
Look, forget you exist.
(GRUNTS)
Getting small, boss.
Call the cops. They're already called.
Don't you move this truck!
Axel!
(GASPING)
This isn't very honourable of you.
It's honest.
Just say when.
Wait. Wait, wait.
Please!
Please, please, please.
Wait. Wait. Wait.
When. (ENGINE STARTS)
Wait. (GRUNTS)
(GASPING)
You know how many people you've hurt?
Do you know the damage you've done?
I ain't gonna kill you.
I won't throw my life away for you.
I'll enter my house justified.
Not you... (POLICE SIRENS WAIL)
..or anyone else will stop that.
May God have mercy on your soul.
(GENTLE MUSIC)
He's here.
Well, I'll see you later.
Frank Bennett.
As I live and breathe.
I brought you some flowers.
You wanna come in?
I was wondering if you'd come.
I got tied up.
(UPLIFTING MUSIC)
(WOMAN READING)
We were victims of rustling and lost everything.
We know about the devastation this causes.
MAN: Your courage, in this day and age, is worth looking up to.
WOMAN: Good luck to you. We hope you're through this rough patch soon.
Through your noble actions last summer,
we've been blessed with a noticeable decline in stolen livestock.
MAN: I hope you know you have our appreciation and respect
for doing something for the working men.
WOMAN: I'm writing this letter on behalf of my husband Jethro Shelby.
We saw your story on the local news. We thank you Mr Bennett.
And if you ever need a place to stay
out west Texas way, you give us a holler.
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