"Thunder Land" movie script

Alessandro 2021-10-20 17:36:51

The

text of the movie "Thunder in the Land" / (U.S.) Joel Cohen, Ethan Cohen
Translated / Cao Yi

White text on the black screen: The
wicked run away even though no one is chasing. (Note 1) A woman's voice

fades away
: People never believe that a young girl will leave home in the cold winter and embark on the road of revenge for her father, but this did happen.
A street in a western town at night. The street is empty. Snow fell.
The camera moves forward slowly.
A woman’s voice: I was only fourteen years old that year. The coward named Tom Chaney shot my father at Fort Smith, Arkansas, and took his life, his horse, and he was hiding in his pants. Two California gold coins brought down.
On the street, a man was lying under a two-story building with a broken balcony fence. A sign indicates that this is Monarque boarding house.
A woman’s voice: Dad is a member of the Presbyterian and Freemasonry of Cumberland. He hired Chaney—paying wages, but regardless of shares—that was when Chaney was "down". If Dad did something wrong, it was that he was too kind; my harsh personality was not inherited from him.
This curled up figure is a corpse. We heard thunderous horseshoes getting closer and closer.
A woman's voice: He just bought a batch of wild horse foals from a livestock merchant named Stonehill, and he took Chaney to Fort Smith to bring them back. As soon as Chaney arrived in town, he drank and played cards and lost all his money. Feeling deceived, he went back to the boarding house to fetch his Henry's rifle. When his father stopped him, Chaney shot him in the chest.
A horse galloped into the painting, and then ran away. The rider sat on the bare horse and whipped his whip. The long barreled rifle was strapped to the rider's back by a shoulder strap.
He disappeared into the heavy snow.
A woman's voice: Chaney escaped. He actually had time to saddle up — or get on a three-headed mule stagecoach and smoke a pipe, because no one in this city intends to hunt him down. Chaney thought the residents here were all men.

During the day,
our eyes looked toward the window of a moving train.
A fourteen-year-old girl looked out the window. She was Marty Rose. The person next to her is Yanel, a middle-aged black man. As the train slowed down, we saw the name of the station from the shadow on the window: Fort Smith.
The voice-over continues: You might say, who made my father nosy? My answer is: He wants to give this devil a chance. He still has a younger brother to take care of. Are you satisfied with this answer?

The
candlelight of the deceased's face flickered on the waxy face of the deceased.
One voice (Irish accent): Is it him?
The body was wrapped in a shroud and lay in a pine coffin. Marty and Yanel stood by and looked down at him. A funeral director dressed in plain clothes is holding a candle.
Yanel: God.
Marty: He is my father.
Funeral director: You can kiss him if you want.
Yanel: He went home. Pray to God.
Marty: Cover it. Why is it so expensive?
Funeral director: The quality of the coffin and antiseptic treatment are first-class. Lifelike makeup takes time and skill. And these medicines are very expensive. There is a schedule on the bill. If you want, you can kiss him.
Marty: Nope. thanks. The man has gone. Your telegram says fifty yuan.
Funeral director: You didn't mention transportation.
Marty: We only have sixty dollars. Even the travel expenses to go home are gone. Yanel, you take the body to the train station and then take him home. I have to stay here tonight.
Yanel: I don't think your mother will let you stay here by yourself.
Marty: I have to stay. I have to pack my father's things, and I have to deal with some other things.
Yanel: But I am your escort! Your mother didn't say that there is something to be dealt with here!
Marty: This is something my mother doesn't know. Well, Yanel, I will relieve you of your escort duty.
Yanel: Well, I don't know about me ---
Marty: Tell mom, don't sign anything before I go home, and I must let my father wear a Masonic apron to bury him.
Marty (to the funeral director): ...I agree to your terms, but you have to let me stay here for one night.
Funeral director: Here? With these people?
Marty looked around the empty room.
Marty: These people?
Funeral director: There are three more corpses to be sent. Sullivan, Smith and a stutterer.
Marty: How would you know this in advance?

Gallows
hanging noose on a three random build up the gallows, three men standing on the top. The tortured were two white men and one Indian. They wore new jeans and flannel shirts, with buttons tied to their necks, and everyone had a noose around their necks. One of the white people is speaking to everyone-
man: ladies and gentlemen, please pay attention to your children and educate them on the right path! You saw the end of my alcoholism. I stabbed someone to death in a trivial argument.
Marty walked forward through the crowd in the town square.
The prisoner talking on the gallows began to weep.
Man: If I had received a good education in my childhood, I would swim with my wife and children on the Simalong River today. I don't know what they should do in the future. I hope and pray that you don’t look down on them and don’t push them to a dead end.
He was already crying. He took a step back. A man standing nearby put a black hood on his head, and he continued to sob.
Marty asked the woman next to him in a low voice: Can you show me who the sheriff is?
The woman pointed to one of the executioners on the gallows.
Woman: The one with the beard.
The second prisoner began to speak.
Man: I am here because I killed the wrong person. If I kill the person I was going to kill, I should be innocent. I think many of you are not as good as me.
He paused for a moment, then nodded and shrugged.
Man: ...I'm done.
He took a step back and was also hooded.
The third man stepped forward.
Indian: I want to say---I
have been put on a hood before my voice has finished. The executioner took his arm and pulled him back.
The executioner pulled down a lever on the gallows. The three shutters opened, and the three men fell down, and then suddenly stopped at the tightness of the rope.
Crowd: Oh!
Two of them had their heads snapped off, and their bodies were still turning slowly. The other was struggling with pain, kicking his legs desperately.
Man: Oh, Sullivan must have lost weight in prison! His neck buckled constantly!
Sullivan was still writhing and kicking.
One voice: Hot burrito?
Marty looked down and saw a boy selling Mexican roulades in barrels.
Boy: ...a lot of money?

Later
Marty was just standing on the gallows and the sheriff conversation. The square is empty. In the background, the bodies of three people are still turning slowly, and the last one has given up the final struggle. The Mexican boy was still selling meat rolls to scattered passersby.
Sheriff: No, we can't catch him. Unable to catch up, he has escaped from the control area. I believe he has joined the gang of Luc Ned Pepper, who robbed a postal horse team on the Poto River yesterday.
Marty: Why don't you go find him?
Sheriff: The Indian area does not belong to my jurisdiction. Tom Chaney is now under the control of the U.S. Federal Police.
Marty: When will they catch him?
Sheriff: I'm afraid it won't be soon. The police station is understaffed right now. Let me tell you honestly that Cheney is at the bottom of the list of fugitives.
Marty: Can I hire a federal marshal to chase Tom Chaney?
The sheriff looked at her and chuckled.
Sheriff: Are you an experienced bounty person?
Marty: My answer is that this is a stupid question. I am here to deal with my father's affairs.
Sheriff: Just you?
Marty: I am the most suitable candidate. Mother has never done anything, she doesn't know a single word. I wish I could see with my own eyes the murderer who killed my father was hanged.
Sheriff: I understand. Well, whether you are offering a reward or hiring a law enforcement officer, no one is stopping you here. However, it must be cash to have enough temptation. Chaney is in the Choctaw territory on the other side of the river—that's a country without the rule of law. This is not a sightseeing trip. There were no less than sixty American law enforcement officers who lost their lives there.
Marty: I'll raise money. Who is the best law enforcement officer?
Sheriff: I have to consider this carefully. I think William Waters is the best tracker. He is half of the Comanche descent, and this person's ability to find and analyze clues is extraordinary. The most ruthless is Roster Cogben. He is a man who shows no mercy, he is very rough, and he never knows what fear is. He is drunk. The best one should be LT Quinn, who can bring the prisoner back alive. He may make people slip away again and again, but he believes that even the worst should be treated fairly. Quinn is a good policeman with gentle methods and an amateur preacher. He will not fabricate evidence or abuse prisoners. He is as straight as a string. Well, I think Quinn is the best among the marshals.
Marty: Where can I find Roster? After a few moments,

Marty's hand
tapped on a rough door, and a voice came - vague but harsh: There was someone in the toilet.
The lens is slightly farther away. We saw Marty standing in front of a hut.
Marty: I know someone, Mr. Cogben. I have something to look for you.
after awhile.
Voice: I have something more important now.
Marty: You've been in there for a long time, Mr. Cogben.
Voice (roaring drunkly): As long as I am willing to stay! Get off you! Get out of you! How do you know I am here? !
Marty: The sheriff asked me to find you in the tavern. The guy in the tavern told me you were here. We have to talk.
Voice (anger): Women can't go to the tavern!
Marty: I'm not going to drink. I'm fourteen.
no answer. Marty knocked hard again.
after awhile.
Voice: There are people in the toilet. Have to wait a while.

Wood
coffin is to promote the picture, we see such words written on the coffin lid newly planed wood ---
Rose
Yell County
train station warehouse
coffin bearers to take a pause for a moment, they might fall in the hands of adjustment Location, and then the coffin was pushed aside violently. This is a section of the freight car of the train, and the wooden floor is covered with straw. When it was pushed to the end of the warehouse, the wooden door above the warehouse faintly swayed the front end of the screen and closed quickly.
We heard the sound of the steam engine starting, and the warehouse door in the foreground drifted away with the train.

The door to the workshop
opened. This is the door to the funeral studio; the Irish funeral director pulls the door for Mattie. She is holding a roll of blankets.
Funeral director: You can sleep in a coffin if you want.
Three corpses covered in shrouds were lying on a high workbench. Recently, the corpse’s arms were stretched out, and there was a fiery red mark on the wrist that was strangled by a rope. The three coffins are still in different stages of production.
Marty spread her bedding on the ground.
Marty: No...not yet.

Street
Marty strode forward towards the front of a building. She stopped and looked at the building resembling a livestock barn, on which a sign read:
Clonell G. Stonehill. There is a licensed auctioneer. Cotton merchant.

The house
Marty walked toward the door next to the stables an office.
Marty: How much do you pay for cotton?
Stonehill at the table raised his head and looked up and down the girl.
Stonehill: Nine-and-a-half minutes for low to mid-range goods, ten for average.
Marty: We have collected most of it and sold it to the Woodson brothers in Little Rock for eleven points.
Stonehill: Then I suggest you sell the rest to the Woodson brothers.
Marty: We did that. Sold for ten and a half.
Stonehill: Why did you come to tell me this?
Marty: I thought we might be able to do business here next year, but now it seems we still go to Little Rock. All right. I am Marty Rose, the daughter of Frank Rose.
Stonehill put down his pen and leaned back in his chair.
Stonehill: Unfortunately. I was impressed by your father's masculinity. He is a shrewd businessman and a gentleman.
Marty: I hope I can sell you the pony my father bought from you.
Stonehill: This, I'm afraid it's impossible. I will ship them to you as soon as possible.
Marty: We don't want these ponies now. we do not need.
Stonehill: It's none of my business. Your father bought these five horses and paid, I have the receipt.
after awhile.
Marty: I also want to claim you three hundred yuan for the pommel horse that Dad lost in your stable.
Stonehill: You have to go to the horse stealer to settle the account.
Marty: Tom Chaney stole the horse from you. You are responsible.
Stonehill laughed dryly.
Stonehill: I admire your courage, but I think you should understand that I am not responsible for it.
Marty: You are the manager. If you are a bank that has been robbed, you cannot tell your depositors that you are helpless.
Stonehill: I don’t like hypotheses. Besides, your asking price for the horse is almost two hundred yuan higher. How old are you?
Marty: My asking price is low anyway. Judy is a thoroughbred racehorse. It has won a prize of twenty-five yuan; I have seen it jump over a fence of eight railings with a heavy load. I'm fourteen.
Stonehill: Well. These are very interesting. The pony is yours, take it away. Your father's horse was stolen by a murderer. I have protected the animal in accordance with the unwritten agreement. My guards here have lost their teeth, and now I can only drink soup. We should each bear our own misfortunes.
Marty: I will sue you in court.
Stonehill: You can't open a case.
Marty: Attorney J. Noble Daggert of Dardanelles, Arkansas, doesn't think so-the jury will sympathize with a widow and three children.
Stonehill: Where is your mother?
Marty: She took care of my sister Victoria and my brother Frank Jr. at her home in Hyer County.
Stonehill: I can't reach an agreement with a kid, you are unreliable.
Matty: Lawyer Daget will support all my decisions. Don't worry about that. You can confirm any agreement by telegram.
Stonehill looked at her.
Stonehill: I paid two hundred dollars for your father's estate, but your lawyer must issue a letter to exempt me from all legal liabilities. Such conditions are very generous, and I am willing to do so only to get rid of those troublesome legal matters.
Marty: Two hundred yuan is to pay for Judy, one hundred yuan to buy back those ponies, and twenty-five yuan to buy the gray horse that Tom Chaney left with you. It is not a problem to sell forty. The total is three hundred and twenty-five yuan.
Stonehill: Colts are not in the agreement. I will not buy them.
Marty: So Judy's price is three hundred and twenty-five yuan.
Stonehill: I would not spend three hundred and twenty-five yuan to buy a flying horse with wings! And that gray horse, it's not yours! Also, you are simply a slippery head!
Marty: The Grey Horse was lent to Tom Chaney by my father. He only has the right to use. There is nothing else to say.
Stonehill: I will pay two hundred and twenty-five yuan and keep the gray horse. I don't want a pony.
Marty: I don't agree. (She stands up) There is no room for negotiation after I leave here. Everything is left to the law to decide.
Stonehill: This is my last concession. Two hundred and fifty yuan. I get the ones mentioned earlier and leave your father's saddle. I will not calculate the cost of horse food and stables with you. The Grey Horse is not yours and cannot be sold. You are a dishonest child.
Marty: The saddle is not for sale, I will keep it. Lawyer Daget can prove the ownership of the grey horse. He will send you an order requesting the return of illegally seized movable property.
Stonehill: What is a picture? Well, listen carefully, I won't give in anymore. I paid 300 yuan to buy the pony back, and kept the gray horse that belonged to me. I don't care if you do it or not.
Marty: Attorney Daggett doesn't want me to consider conditions below RMB 325. But I am willing to accept three hundred and twenty, if you are willing to pay twenty yuan in advance. As for the saddle we have to talk about it again-the

street
camera moves towards the Monarque boarding house.
Marty walked down the street carrying a saddle. She stopped in front of the boarding house and looked at the sign and the broken balcony railing. A woman who looked like Mayorie Mann in the

living room
took Marty into her arms.
Mrs. Freud: Frank Rose's daughter. My poor child. My poor child.
Marty has a weird look, with his hands on his sides.
Marty: Do you have my father's stuff?
Mrs. Freud: Oh yes. My poor child. Are you staying here or are you rushing back to your mother?
Marty: I will stay for a while. Marshall Roster Cogben and I have something to discuss. He was drunk today and will testify in court tomorrow. I want to hire him to hunt down Tom Chaney.
Mrs. Freud: God bless him to succeed. The charge here is 75 cents, including room and dinner, but not including food during the day.
Marty: Very good.
Mrs. Freud: Your father still owes money for two days' rent. God bless him.
Marty: Oh, good.
Mrs. Freud: You share a room with Granny Turner. We had to squeeze, and many people in the town came to see Judge Parker (note 2) to hang the prisoners.
Marty: Yes, I also watch hanging.
Mrs. Freud: How is it? A piece of cloth in the

bedroom
revealed a watch, a cheap knife, and a long-barreled Colt Dragoon revolver.
Mrs. Freud (outside the picture): This was found in your poor father's room. If you need to pack up the gun, I can sell you an empty flour bag for five cents.

The
floor and walls of the dark room creaked in the wind.
The snoring continued.
Two people lay on a small bed.
The camera was cut to a close-up shot, and Marty was lying on his back, looking straight ahead. She shrugged tremblingly. A thin blanket is not enough to cover her whole body.
She gently and slowly pulled up the blanket to cover the exposed side of her body.
The camera stopped on Marty, and there was snoring and drooling from outside the painting, and then a turning over made the mattress creak --- the blanket was pulled away by the snorers outside the painting.

A
voice came from the court hall in the court hall . Marty pushed open a heavy oak door and walked in gently.

The courtroom was
full. Marty came behind a group of standing news reporters.
Her subjective perspective cuts through the obscured crowd: Standing on the witness stand is Roster Cogben, a rough-looking middle-aged man who is about to be blessed. One eye is covered by cloth.
Cogben: The woman died in the yard outside. A blowfly stung her face. The old man was in the house and was opened by a shotgun. His feet were burned. He hadn't died at that time, but soon died. He said that the two Wharton brothers were drunk and did it.
Mr. Goody: No, this is a fabrication.
Mr. Barlow: This is the testimony of the deceased, Your Honor.
Judge: The objection is invalid, please continue, Mr. Cogben.
Cogben: The Wharton brothers---it should be Odus and CC---taught him and asked him to tell where the money was hidden. He refused to say that they lit the pine wood and burned his feet. He said that the money was in a fruit jar under a gray stone in a corner of the smoking room.
Mr. Barlow: What's next?
Mr. Cogben: He died when we arrived. Very painful before death
Mr. Barlow: What did you do at that time?
Cogben: Marshal Potter and I went to the smokehouse to check. The stone was removed and the jar was gone.
Mr. Goody: No, this is just speculation.
Judge: Go on.
Mr. Barlow: You found a flat gray stone in the corner of the smoke chamber, and you saw nothing under the stone?
Mr. Goody: If the prosecutor wants to submit evidence, he'd better swear it first.
Mr. Barlow: Marshal Cogben, did you find anything in the smokehouse?
Cogben: We found a flat gray stone and saw that there was nothing under the stone.
Mr. Barlow: Then you —
Cogben: No jar, nothing.
Mr. Barlow: What did you do next?
Cogben: We went to the Wharton house, where the town of Northfolk and Canada borders, which belongs to the Canadian territory.
Barlow: What did you find?
Cogben: I saw two boys and their old father Aaron Wharton with a telescope. They were on the bank of the river with a few pigs beside them. They slaughtered a piglet and made a fire to boil the water in the basin.
Mr. Barlow: What did you do?
Cogben: We walked towards them quietly. I stated that we were the American police and told Aaron loudly that we had to talk to his sons. He picked up an axe and began to curse us and this court.
Mr. Barlow: What did you do next?
Cogben: We took a few steps back and tried to talk to him. But CC sneaked to the basin and picked up a shotgun. It was too late when Potter saw him. CC Wharton fired a shot at Potter, then turned the gun at me. I shot him, and when the old man raised his axe, I also shot the old man. Odus tried to escape, so I shot him again. Aaron Wharton and CC Wharton died immediately, but Odus only injured his arm.
Mr. Barlow: Did you find the jar with one hundred and twenty dollars?
Mr. Goody: Leading question.
Judge: Go on.
Mr. Barlow: What happened next?
Cogben: I found the jar with one hundred and twenty dollars in it.
Mr. Barlow: How is Marshal Potter?
Cogben: Sacrificed. Leave a wife and six children.
Mr. Goody: No.
Judge: Remove the comment.
Mr. Barlow: How is Odus Wharton?
Cogben: He's sitting there.
Mr. Barlow: Alright. You can ask questions, Mr. Goody.
Mr. Goody: Thank you, Mr. Barlow. Mr. Cogben, how many people have you shot at during your four years as a marshal?
Mr. Barlow: No.
Mr. Goody: This question is not as simple as it seems, Judge Parker. I will demonstrate the prejudice of this eyewitness.
Judge: Objection is invalid.
Mr. Goody: How many, Mr. Cogben?
Cogben: I always shoot as a last resort.
Mr. Goody: Please answer my question, how many?
Cogben: ... shoot or kill?
Mr. Goody: Let's narrow the scope to death so that we can get a figure that is easy to count.
Cogben: About twelve to fifteen. To prevent them from escaping, or to defend themselves, etc.
Mr. Goody: Twelve to fifteen. It's so much that you can't give an exact number. Remember, you took the oath. I checked the records, and I know the exact numbers.
after awhile.
Cogben: I think the two from the Wharton family should be 23.
Mr. Goody: Twenty-three killed in four years.
Cogben: This is a dangerous job.
Mr. Goody: Wharton family, you killed a few.
Cogben: This time, it's still -
Mr. Barlow: Your Honor, maybe we should remind the jury that the marshal is not the defendant in this trial.
Mr. Goody: This information is useful, Your Excellency. It's about Kogben's consistent style and his hatred thoughts.
Judge: All right.
Mr. Barlow: Did you also shoot their brother Dub Wharton and half brother Clay Wharton?
Cogben: Klett sells spirits to Cherokee. When he walked towards me, he waved a big bolt in his hand.
Mr. Goody: You have a gun, and he just has a big bolt? Is it on the trailer frame?
Cogben: I have seen someone beaten to death by something the size of a big bolt. I am protecting myself.
Mr. Goody: And, when you met Aaron and his two remaining sons, you jumped out of a safe place holding a gun?
Cogben: Yes.
Mr. Goody: On the bullet, pulled the bolt?
Cogben: If you don't load the bullet, don't pull the bolt, the bullet will not come out.
Mr. Goody: Like his son, Aaron Wharton has to deal with a man with weapons?
Cogben: He has weapons. He raised the axe.
Mr. Goody: Good. So you have tried to avoid Aaron Wharton?
Cogben: Yes.
Mr. Goody: In which direction are you hiding?
Cogben: I always hide backwards.
Mr. Goody: I ​​think it's very interesting—for all of us, except Aaron Wharton. Now, he is walking towards you, basically like Clay Wharton threatening you with a big bolt or rolled up newspaper.
Cogben: Yes, sir. He began to abuse and intimidate.
Mr. Goody: Then you dodge? How many steps did you take before shooting?
Cogben: Seven or eight steps?
Mr. Goody: Aaron Wharton has been walking forward, seven or eight steps from the fire-how far is that, fifteen or twenty feet?
Cogben: Almost.
Mr. Goody: Can you explain to the jury why Mr. Wharton's body was found by the water basin, one arm was still in the fire, and his sleeves and hands were burned out?
Cogben: Well.
Mr. Goody: Did you move the body after killing him?
Cogben: Why should I do that?
Mr. Goody: You didn't drag his body to the fire? Throw his arm in again?
Cogben: I don't have one, sir.
Mr. Goody: Two witnesses who went to the scene can prove the location of the body. Don't you remember to move the corpse? So this was an ambush, he was making a fire?
Mr. Barlow: No.
Cogben: I, if the corpse is there, then I might have moved. I do not remember.
Mr. Goody: Why are you moving the body, Mr. Cogben?
Cogben: Pigs running around may have moved him. I do not remember. Marty on the

porch of the court
waited for the people who left to come out one by one. When Cogben appeared cursingly, she crossed the crowd to greet him.
Cogben: Raised by a bitch.
Marty: Roster Cogben?
Cogben: What's the matter?
He was about to roll a cigarette without looking up, his hands trembling.
Marty: I want to talk to you.
Cogben: What's the matter?
Marty: People tell me that you are a truly courageous person.
Cogben: What do you want to say, girl. straightforward. It's time for dinner.
Marty: Let me come.
She took the cigarette paper, rolled it up, licked it, and then rubbed the formed cigarette.
Marty: ... your cigarette paper is too dry. I'm looking for the man who shot my dad in front of the Monarque boarding house. My dad is Frank Rose. That person is Tom Chaney. It is said that he has fled to Indian Territory and I need someone to help me.
Cogben: What's your name, girl?
Marty: My name is Marty Rose. We live in Hyères. My mother takes care of my sister Victoria and my brother Frank Jr. at home.
Cogben: You better go back to them. They need your help with milk.
Marty: Chaney's arrest warrant has been issued. If you catch him, the government will pay you two dollars and ten cents per mile per person for travel. In addition, I will pay you fifty yuan in remuneration.
Cogben stared at her.
Cogben: Who are you? (Looking at her flour bag) What's in your pocket?
She opened the flour bag. Cogben smiled.
Cogben: ...God! A handful of "Colt Dragoons"! You are not much bigger than a corn kernel, what good is holding a gun like this?
Marty: If the law can't do it, I plan to use this gun to kill Chaney.
Cogben: Okay, this is enough - if you can grow taller and not be so weak.
Marty: No one here knows my father. I'm afraid no one will go to Chaney except me. My brother is still a child, and my mother is a hesitant person, and now she is just sad.
Cogben: I don't believe you have fifty dollars.
Marty: I will have it soon. I have a deal with Colonel Stonehill, as long as the lawyer signs an agreement with him, he will pay the day after tomorrow.
Cogben: I don't believe in fairy tales, sermons, or stories about money, little girl. However, thank you for the cigarette.

In the evening—
Marty walked up the stairs of the porch of the boarding house . She noticed—
a man was sitting on a chair, enjoying the tranquility of the evening. He was wearing a horse-riding outfit and looked a little arrogant. The sky had darkened, his face was unrecognizable, but he seemed to be looking at Marty with interest.
He put a pipe to his mouth and took a sip. The bright light from the burning tobacco reflected in his eyes, and he could see that he was indeed staring at Marty.
Marty was stared uncomfortably by him, and she hurriedly walked towards the door and pushed it open. A jingle made her look there again.
The man's face was hidden in his hat. In Marty's side view, the man raised a foot in riding boots and stepped on the porch railing, and pushed the chair back with force. He raised his other foot and placed it on the raised foot, his riding boots jingled, and then he disappeared behind the goalpost.

The
camera inside the house advances to the landlady.
Landlady: Your mother should be waiting for you to come home, dear? I didn't expect to see you tonight.
Marty: My business is not finished yet. Mrs. Freud, is there any room available? Granny Turner... the bed is a bit narrow.
Landlady: The back room on the second floor is empty, but the man on the porch has just moved in. Don't worry - you won't disturb Grandma Turner.

Dark bedroom
As before, Grandma Turner outside the camera snored loudly, and the breeze in the room made Mattis trembling. Silence

faded
.
In the silence, a puff of smoke floated. Then there was the sound of smacking and taking a deep breath.
Marty opened his eyes. She was sweaty, and she looked up sleepily.
The light in the room is dim. A man faces her and sits in a straight-backed chair, with faint sunlight shining from the curtains behind him. He was smoking a pipe.
Cowboy: You slept through the day.
Marty: I'm not feeling well.
The man stood up, his riding boots clinked again, and he walked to the window and opened the curtains.
The light was too strong, and Marty squinted at him.
The man had a lock of hair on his forehead and a pair of windy ears, and he was wearing a full set of riding gear as he did last time. He left the window and sat back in the chair.
Cowboy: You look bad. My name is Lebeuf. I just came here from Hyères.
Marty: We don't have any clowns performing riding skills in Hyères.
Lebeuvre: Don't think that you can turn me away by speaking harshly. I saw your mother yesterday morning. She told you to go home quickly.
Marty: Well, what are you going to do there?
Lebeuf took out a small photo from his pocket.
Lebeuf: I think you know this man.
Marty's eyes were bloodshot, and she looked at the picture.
Lebeuf: ...I think you should call him Tom Chaney...
Marty stopped her tit-for-tat. Lebeuf continued:...Although in the months when I hunted him down, he used names such as Syron Chelmsford, John Todd Anderson, and others. He hid in Monroe, Louisiana, and Pine Bluff, Arkansas, until he went to your father.
Marty: Why didn't you catch him in places like Monroe, Louisiana or Pine Bluff, Arkansas?
Lebeuf: He is a cunning guy.
Marty: I thought he was a dull guy.
Lebeuvre: That's just his superficial behavior.
Marty: This is a good disguise. Are you a law enforcement officer?
Lebeuf leaned back in his chair and pulled up his coat to show her a star on it. A triumphant expression.
Lebeuf: That's right. I am a patrolling policeman in Texas.
Marty: You may be famous in that state; in Arkansas you have to be careful not to let your outfits and titles become the object of laughter. Why do you keep chasing Chaney after repeated battles and defeats?
Lobeuf's smile froze on his face.
Loeboff: He shot and killed a state legislator named Bibbs in Waco, Texas. The Bibbs family is offering a reward for his capture.
Marty: Why did Chaney shoot and kill a state legislator?
Lebeuf: As far as I know, they quarreled because of a dog. Do you have any clues about Chaney?
Marty: He is in the Indian Territory. I think you have little hope of receiving the bonus.
Lebeuf: Why?
Marty: My people will be ahead of you. I hired a marshal. One of the strongest locals, he is very familiar with the group of Luc Ned Pepper whom Chaney is rumored to work with.
Lebeuvre: Well, I will join you and your marshal.
Marty: No, Cogben Marshall and I are enough.
Lebeuvre: This is a good thing for both of us. I think your marshal is very familiar with Indian Territories, and I know Chaney. It takes at least two people to capture him alive.
Marty: If you get Chaney, I will send him back to Fort Smith to hang him. I will not let him go to Texas and be convicted of shooting some congressman.
Lebeuf: Whoa! It doesn’t matter where he hangs, does it?
Marty: I think it's important. Don't you think?
Lebeuf: This is a lot of money for me. I have been running around for this for several months.
Marty: I'm sorry that you only did piecework without wages, and I'm sorry that you were led by an idiot all winter. Cogben Marshall and I are enough.
Lebeuf stood up.
Lebeuvre: You speak so harshly. Just now, when I was sitting there watching this place, I was full of pity for you. Although you are young and weak, you can't even put on your boots, but now I can't wait to slap you a few times with a belt.
Marty: To each other. If you wet the comb, it may make the lock of hair in front of you smooth.
She lowered her eyelids.
The cry of Ding Ling from the riding boots gradually disappeared.
Talking and church bells were heard from afar in the street. Nearby, there was the sound of a bottle hitting the cup.
Marty opened his eyes sleepily. It was already evening, and the shadow in the room became very long.
The landlady appeared beside the bed. She is pouring the contents of the bottle into a porcelain cup.
Landlady: Try Dr. Underwood's medicine. You will feel a little dizzy, but don't be nervous, that is the effect of medicine.
Marty sat up obediently on his elbows, drank the medicine, and lay down again. There was a sound of metal—the
landlady put the bottle on the bedside table.
Marty glanced at the bottle:
Doctor Underwood’s bile activator was
certified by the physician and the priest
. The shadow in the room grew longer, and he climbed onto the bottle.
Outside the painting, the voice of the landlady continued to echo and farther and farther: I will charge you ten cents. I must have lost money, but it is not convenient to calculate the cost of medicine in proportion to the bottle.
There was the sound of a horse galloping from outside.
The shot was cut outside the house. This is another night with heavy snow.
Frank Rose's body appeared again on the street in front of the boarding house.
The man rode into the screen and dashed away, with a rifle on his back.
A horse with a saddle stood in the middle of the street, facing the direction Tom Chaney was galloping on.
Chaney disappeared into the dark street under the heavy snow.
A pair of small hands stretched out to grasp the saddle head of the lone horse.
Marty's face appeared above the saddle, and she wanted to pull herself on the horse.
Close-up, her feet kicked up from the ground, she tried to chase after she stepped on the horse, but found that there was no stirrup.
Close-up of Marty. She sweated profusely and tried desperately to stabilize her body on the horseback. The sound of the horseman running away has disappeared.
She tried to sit firmly in the saddle. She looked down, looking for the reins.
The reins hung from the horse bit.
She leaned forward on the horse's neck, grabbed a horse's mane with one hand, and reached the rein with the other hand... She hooked the rein with her fingers... and then pulled it up.
The horse raised its head and stood upright on its hind legs.
Marty's legs clamped tightly between the horse's ribs.
Her fingers grasped the horsehair harder, but she still slipped off the horse...
In the bedroom of the boarding house, Marty's hand was gripping the pillow hard.
It was dark all around.
There was a clear voice.
One is wearing a nightdress. The woman who couldn't see her face under the nightcap walked towards the bed and disappeared on the other side of the bed.
The sound of an old lady going to bed and lying down.
After a while, the blanket from Marty was torn away.
After a while---snoring sounded.

The post office
cut the screen, a door slammed open, and Marty was holding an envelope.
This is daytime.

Street
Marty was walking down the street, holding a torn open envelope in one hand, and a few spread letters in the other. She walked and looked at the top page.
We heard a low and hoarse male voice reading the content of the letter: Marty, I hope you leave this matter to me, or at least politely discuss it with me before signing this kind of agreement. I'm not accusing you, but I have to say that your self-contained way of doing things will one day push you into a dead end. I believe that the documents enclosed with the letter will allow you to close your transaction and return to Daniil. Your mother is very worried, she asked me to take you home. Your friend, J. Noble Dagett.

Stationery
stationery was placed on a table.
A little further away, we can see that this is the office of the livestock dealer Stonehill. He looked at these documents sickly, and swept away his previous energy.
Marty: Yesterday I was as uncomfortable as you are now. I was forced to sleep in the same bed with Grandma Turner.
Stonehill looked at the file without looking up.
Stonehill: Granny Turner and I are not acquainted with each other. If she is a resident of this city, I would not be surprised that she is sick. Others told me that this malaria-affected place was Chicago in the Northwest. Seriously, my little friend, it's not Chicago in the Northwest Territories. I can’t tell what this place is, but it ruined my health just like it ruined my wealth.
He put down the file.
Stonehill: ...I owe you money.
He opened a drawer with a key, then took out the money and counted it.
Marty: You didn't lose out in the transaction.
Stonehill: Of course not. I bought a horse from you, but it doesn't belong to me. I bought back a bunch of useless ponies, and then I can't sell it anymore.
Marty: Don't forget there is a gray horse.
Stonehill: A mess of meat.
Marty: You look at things from the wrong angle.
Stonehill: I look at it from the perspective of God's eternal truth.
He handed the money to Marty, who counted it again to confirm.
Marty: Your illness makes you feel disheartened. You will find a buyer for the pony soon.
Stonehill: The Pfizer Soap Workshop in Little Rock is willing to buy them for ten yuan per horse.
Marty: It's a shame that such an energetic horse was slaughtered.
Stonehill: Then make it a pity. I believe this transaction will be concluded.
Marty: So be it. I need a pony. I will pay you ten dollars for one of them.
Stonehill: No. This is the wholesale price. no no. and many more. Are we trading again? I just bought a horse from you for 20 yuan, now you pay 10 yuan to buy it back? Little girl, I'll give you ten dollars, so stop doing business here. This is definitely the most cunning deal I have encountered in Arkansas.

The stable
camera moved forward along a row of stables and came to a corral with a pony, one of which was black.
Marty walked to the horse. A black groom followed her with her father's saddle.
Marty: This one is very beautiful.
She rubbed the black horse's nose with her hand.
She took the saddle from the groom and tried to throw it on the back of the horse. But she is not tall or powerful enough.
The groom helped her to saddle her, and then helped her to mount the horse.
The horse struggled a little and stopped moving.
The groom smiled: it doesn't know someone is on it. You are too light.
She kicked the horse's stomach lightly, and the horse leaped twice, and then ran.
The horse ran in a circle, and the groom stood in the middle of the circle, laughing non-stop.
Groom: It thought it was stung by a horsefly.
Marty leaned forward to appease the horse's emotions. She stroked its nose and mouth and made a "hush" sound at it.
She straightened up.
Marty: It's so dynamic. I call it "Little Black".
Groom: Good name.
Marty: What does it like to eat?
Groom: Well, it's a horse, so he likes to eat apples.
She pulled up the horse's rein and walked towards the door, and turned around and said loudly: Thank you, Mr. Stonehill, for me.
The groom who was about to leave looked reluctant.
Groom: No, uh... I'd better not mention your name. The moment the

canvas curtain
is pulled up, the camera cuts in.
Marty was looking inside, and it was an old Chinese man who pulled up the curtain.
Behind them are the rudimentary shelves of the grocery store, and in the depth of the back are the open windows facing the street.
Chinese: Look, sleeping.
Reverse shot: a dirty living area full of debris. The light is dim. There was a snoring sound. Rost Cogben was lying on a Chinese-style rope bed, his heavy body pressing the rope almost to the ground.
Marty walked over.
Marty: It's okay, I will wake him up.
Chinese: He will be unhappy.
Marty pretended not to hear, she walked towards Rost, the grocery store owner exited, and the canvas curtain fell behind him.
Marty: Mr. Cogben, it's me, Marty Rose, your employer.
Rost: Yes.
Marty: When can you leave?
Rost opened his eyes and blinked twice.
Rost: Where to go?
Marty: Indian quasi-state go, grab Tom Chaney
Rossiter: wow ......
his eyes focusing on Marty's face, one arm outstretched, throat issued a grumble, he then toward the floor Take a sip.
Rost: ...oh.
He picked up a roll of tobacco and rolled it up.
Rost: ...Chaney. You are a little girl who lost her father and has a legendary story of a golden country. Mr. Lee! Why are you letting in!
The voice from the grocery store owner from the front of the store: Tell her that there is no fruit!
Marty took out some cash.
Marty: I said that I would give you fifty dollars for catching Chaney. you do not believe me?
Rost saw the cash sober.
Rost: Well, I don't know. You are elusive.
Marty: When can you leave?
Marty took the tobacco in Rost's hand and helped him roll a cigarette.
Rost: Not yet, girl. I remember the terms you made, but I don't remember that I promised you. If you are dealing with Ned Pepper, you have to pay a hundred dollars. I tell you it is so expensive, one hundred dollars! I'm not arresting them in Arkansas, but there are laws here, and bad guys can't get away with it. They were in the Indian Territory, where lawlessness, and the marshals were fighting alone.
He took another sip.
Rost: ...a hundred dollars is not much at all. I will accept fifty yuan first, and there will be expenses.
Marty: You want to take advantage of me.
Rost: I give you a child price. I am not a scammer. I'm just an old man sleeping on a rope bed in a Chinese grocery store. I really want to burn this broken bed. My back hurts to death, girl. I have nothing.
She handed him the rolled cigarette.
Marty: You take the money to buy whiskey.
Rost slapped his chest.
Rost: I don't need to buy that, the confiscated is enough for me to drink. I am a law enforcement officer.
She lit his smoke.
Rost: ...Thank you. One hundred dollars. This is the quoted price.
Marty: I don't want to bargain. Can we go this afternoon?
Rost: Us? !
Saying this caused him to cough.
Rost: ...you can't go. There is no such condition.
Marty: If you think I am stupid enough to give you fifty dollars and watch you go away, then you are wrong.
Rost: I am the dignified American Marshal!
Marty: This doesn't tell me anything here. I want to watch things get done.
Rost: You haven't mentioned this. I can't fight with Ned Pepper's gangsters while taking care of the children.
Marty: I am not a child.
Rost: We don't live in boarding houses, we have hot rice and ondol. We will drive non-stop, eat and sleep in the air.
Marty: I've been camping out in the wild. Last summer, Dad took me and Frank to Petitjean to catch the raccoon. We were in the jungle all night. We sat by the fire and Yanel told ghost stories. We are very happy.
Rost: Catch the raccoon! There are no raccoons here, and the job is not as simple as catching a raccoon over thirty miles away!
Marty: It's similar to catching a raccoon. You just want to make it hard. The money is here. My goal is to catch Tom Chaney. If you are not willing, I will go to the person who is willing. Everything about you is just hearsay. What I know is that you drink, snorting, slobbering, sleeping in the trash and complaining. Everything else is just bragging. They said you had the courage to come to you. I will not pay by just a few words. Looking for what can be said, Monarque boarding house has gone too much.
Rost looked at her speechlessly.
He lay back in the rope bed, and the rope bed swayed. He stared at the ceiling.
Rost: Keep the money. Come here at seven tomorrow morning to find me, let's go catch the raccoon.

Granny Turner's room
Marty made enough preparations to leave the snoring Granny Turner early in the morning. She spread out her father's belongings, took out a wide-brimmed fisherman hat and put it on, but the hat was too big. She stuffed the newspaper in while trying on it until it fits. She put on her father's coat and rolled up her long sleeves. Then she checked the Colt Dragoon pistol. She put the apple in a pocket.
Finally, she folded the written letter and put it in the envelope.
In the process, we heard the content of her voice-over letter ---
Marty: Dear mother. I am about to start a major adventure. Or please forgive me for calling it a mission, because our father’s grievances are not reported for a day, and we can’t feel at ease. According to my investigation in Fort Smith, I am confident that Tom Chaney will be brought to justice, and I have made arrangements for this. When I see these things done with my own eyes, I will return to you...

Outside the boarding house
Marty put her gear on Blackie's back. She sat on horseback and walked forward, and the voice-over ended.
Marty: Don't worry about me. Although I am facing the threat of death, I am not afraid. God takes care of me. And I have a great horse. Please kiss little Frank for me and squeeze Valolet's little cheek. I will head towards Choctaw territory.

The
camera in the grocery store moves in the direction of Roster's rope bed. A hat was placed on the face of the man lying on the rope bed. There is smoke floating from somewhere.
Marty walked towards the man, filled with doubts. She removed the hat. That was the elderly Chinese owner of the grocery store.
Marty: Where's the Cogben Marshall?
The grocery store owner picked up a pipe and took a sip. His posture is very gentle.
Grocery shop owner: gone...
Marty: gone! Where did you go?
The grocery store owner took out an envelope from under his robe and handed it to Marty. He closed his eyes and wandered away.
Marty pulled out a small piece of paper from that envelope. It said ---
Marty: Here is a train ticket to your house. Let's go home. When you read this letter, I have already crossed the border of the Indian Territory. It won't help if you chase it over. I will come back with the Chaney you want. Let me do it myself. Ruben Cogben.
Marty gritted her teeth and crumpled the paper into a ball.

Boundary
Homati rushed to the bank of the river on horseback. On the river bank, a raft with fences on both sides served as a ferry and was towed to the other bank of the river. A ferryman stood idly on the shore.
On the other side of the river, two distant figures were riding ashore. Marty came to the ferryman by the river.
Marty: Is that the Cogben Marshall?
Ferryman: It's him.
Marty: Who is the person next to him?
Ferryman: I don't know.
Marty: Take me there.
The ferryman reached out and pulled up the reins of her horse.
Ferryman: You are the kid running around. The marshal said you would come. I will take you to see the sheriff.
Marty: He is talking nonsense. Let go of my horse. I'm going to the other side.
The ferryman took Xiao Hei and walked towards the town. Marty turned his head to look at the two figures on the other side of the river. They also sat in the saddle and turned their heads to look at her.
Marty: ...Listen, Salim, if you don't turn around and send me across the river, you will be sent to court, and you don't want to. I have a good lawyer.
Ferryman: My name is not Salim.
She looked at the dull man's unresponsive back, then turned to look across the river.
The two figures didn't look back anymore, they continued to march up the river bank.
Marty took an apple from the saddle pocket and threw it at the ferryman.
Apple is hitting the back of the ferryman's head. He loosened the reins and reached out to cover his head.
Marty leaned over and took the reins and pulled back. She turned around Xiao Hei and ran to the river bank.
Marty: Run, Xiao Hei!
Ferryman: Hey!
She rode a galloping horse down the river.
The sound of splashes and shouts attracted the attention of the two men on the other side.
After the horse entered the depths of the river, the pace of running slowed down, and the resistance of the water was great.
The ferryman ran to the river. He picked up a stone and threw it over, strayed a lot.
Xiao Hei couldn't step on the river bed and started swimming.
The two men on the other side who had turned their heads to watch simply turned their horses' heads around and looked directly at what was happening in front of them. But they did not move forward. They held the saddle bridge with both hands, just as spectators.
The current was so fast that Xiao Hei was rushed downstream.
Marty: Good job, Xiao Hei!
Just when Xiao Hei's head was about to sink underwater, it stepped on the river bed again. It swam vigorously towards the bank of the river that had become closer.
The two men on the shore stared blankly.
The horse and the horse got out of the river wet.
Marty hit Xiao Hei's ribs with his heels and let him slowly walk up the river bank. She stopped a few yards from the two men—Rost and Lebeuf.
The two sides faced each other in silence, and Xiao Hei panted heavily. The two expressionless people remained indifferent.
After a while —
Rost: What a good horse.
After a while.
Rost: ...I will buy it with you for ten dollars.
Marty: Use the money you stole from me?
Rost: That's not stealing, I've come out to find the person you want.
Marty: I have to follow you. Otherwise, the agreement is invalid and you stole the money.
Rost licked his lips, thinking about what she was saying.
Lebeuvre: Marshal, throw this kid back on the ferry. We still have a long way to go, time is wasted.
Marty: If I go back, I will go to the US Police Department to report the theft of my money. Still to no avail, the Cogben Marshall — “It’s no avail to chase it back” — is not “nothing at all”.
Cogben glared at her, extremely silent.
Lebeuf looked at both of them and waited for Rost to move on. When he found that Rost didn't mean to go, he slid off his horse.
Marty watched Lebeuf walking towards Xiao Hei, and he tenderly stretched out a hand for the horse to smell and touch.
Suddenly, he slammed the rein with one hand and grabbed Marty's ankle with the other. He pushed her foot out of the stirrups, and then slammed Matilla to the ground.
Lebeuvre: Little girl, it's time to spank.
He reached out and hit her.
Marty: Help me, Marshal!
Rost sat motionless on the horse.
Lebeuf (continues to slap): Now listen carefully to what the lord says! Or I will find a tree to break your leg!
Marty struggled, tears streaming down involuntarily. Lebeuf dragged her from the dirt-filled ground to the edge of a bush, and broke off a branch of the tree.
Lebeuf: Now let you know how great!
Marty, who was soaked and stained with dirt, struggled in vain. Rost was still watching Lebeuf whipping her coldly.
Marty: Will you let him do this, Marshal?
Finally, Rost said calmly: No, I won't. Put down your tree, Lobeuf. She knows that we are great.
Lebeuf turned his head to look at him, surprised and speechless for a moment. Then he returned to resolutely
Lebeuf: She still doesn't know how good I am!
He continued to whipped Marty.
Rost (calmly): Didn't you hear? I said, enough.
Lebeuf: I have to have a beginning and an end.
Rost: That would be the biggest mistake you made, you Texas Mounted Police.
There was a sound of pulling the bolt.
Lebeuf stopped and looked at Roster—he drew his gun, pulled the bolt, and pointed it at him.
Lebeuf threw the branch aside. We heard him muttering---
Lebeuvre: being led by the nose by a little girl.

Campfire
Marty sits on the ground with her hands around her knees, looking at the fire.
Lebeuf was sitting with his feet on the fire, his boyish face holding a pipe in his mouth, looking like a student mocking his teacher. He stared at the fire, smoking his pipe thoughtfully.
Lebeuf: I rarely see such a big fire in Texas. We just roast some beans with twigs or dried dung.
Rost walked into the light holding a pile of firewood.
Lebeuf: ...and the rule of jungle fighting is never to light a fire next to a tent. Exposing whereabouts in unfamiliar places is reckless.
Rost glared at Lebeuf, then threw the wood into the fire.
He left the bright area.
Lebeuf continued to say to Rost, who had disappeared into the darkness:...How do you know that there is information in Bagby?
Rost: He opened a shop.
When he returned, he took a roll of rope and spread a blanket on the ground.
Lebeuvre: A shop. Can he know everything about the state?
Rost put one end of the rope on the ground, and then walked forward with the rest.
Rost: We are in a wilderness. Anyone who comes in, no matter what supplies they need, can only walk through his door.
He put a rope around his nightgown in a circle. Lebeuf laughed when he saw this.
Lebeuvre: It's silly to do that. All snakes are hibernating in this season.
Rost who walked out of the light area again: They are already awake.
Marty: Give me a rope too.
Rost: Snakes won't find you.
He brought a bottle and put it on the sleeping blanket.
Rost: ...you are small and thin. Before you go to bed, you'd better get some water to prepare for tomorrow morning. You put it by the fire. The river will freeze at night.
Marty: I won't go to that place again. If you want water, get it yourself.
Rost: Everyone in our team must complete their tasks.
Lebeuf: You are lucky, there is water everywhere. At our place, I couldn't see water even after riding for a few days. I have licked dirty water from animal hoof prints, and even then I am satisfied.
Rost: Each of your Texas cowboys talks about drinking water from animal footprints. If I see someone who doesn't mention it, I will shake hands with him and give him a Daniel Webster cigar.
Lebeuf: Don't you believe it?
Rost: I believed it the first twenty-five times I heard it. Maybe it's true. Perhaps licking water on the ground is the law of the Mounted Police.
Lebeuf: You are starting to look ignorant, Cogben. I don't mind making some personal jokes, but I don't want to hear you slander the Mounted Police.
Rost: When did your people start riding those sheep?
Lebeuf kicked his legs with anger.
Lebeuvre: When your tall American stallion was out of breath and fell to the ground, my long-haired horse ran very happily. Just tell your jokes. You just want to show your self-righteous cleverness in front of this little girl Marty.
Rost: It's like what a woman said.
Lebeuf: Yes, that's it! Want me to make a fool of myself in front of this girl.
Rost: I think she has a good impression of you now.
Silence, only the creak of burning wood.
Marty: Do you want to hear the story of "Visitors in the Middle of the Night"? One of you is here to act as a "visitor", I tell him what to say. I will play other roles.
Lebeuf continued to stare at Rost, breathing heavily.
Rost snapped his nightgown to cover himself.

Dawn
Marty his back facing close-range. Snow fell on her face and melted away. Marty blinked and opened his eyes.
Rost has packed things beside the horse. Lobeuf was nowhere to be seen.
Marty stood up.
Marty: Good morning, Marshall
Roster (looking at the work at hand): Good morning.
Marty: Where did Mr. Lebeuf go?
Rost shook his head: down the hillside. Solve his natural needs.
Marty: Marshall Cogben, I would love to have the opportunity to talk to you alone. I realize that you and Mr. Lobeuf have reached some kind of agreement. As your employer, I think I have the right to know the details of your agreement.
Rost: The rule is that we send Chaney to the magistrate in San Saba, Texas, and then we divide the huge bounty.
Marty: I don't want him to be sent to Texas to use Texas laws to convict him of crimes in Texas. This is not our agreement.
Rost pulled hard on the rope that tied the luggage.
Rost: What you want is for him to be caught and sanctioned.
Marty: I want him to know that he was arrested because he killed my father.
Rost turned to look at her.
Rost: You can tell him, you can tell him in person. You can spit on him and feed him the sand on the road. I will help you subdue him. If you want, I will peel off the meat from the soles of his feet and put Indian peppers on it. Isn't it worth a hundred dollars?
Marty: Not worth it. If I buy something, I have my own usage. If you don't do what I say, why should I pay you?
Rost: Now you have to know that it is impossible for any details to follow your wishes. Other people also have their own interests.
We heard the dingling sound of riding boots.
Rost: ...I am free. If you think I have not met your conditions, I will return the money to you when I come back.
Marty: Blackie and I will go back to the US Police Department to sue you for fraud.
Rost: Go to you!
Lebeuf appeared.
Lebeuf: What's wrong?
Rost (impatiently): We are talking about things.
Lebeuf: That's what you said. It sounds to me that you are still being fooled by a little girl.
Rost: You said fooling!
Lebeuvre: That's right.
Rost: Let me show you what fooling is!
Marty: No one is fooling anyone. My agreement with the marshal precedes you. It is legally bound.
Lebeuf (sneer): Legally bound! This person has long been notorious! He used to be a Night Ranger with Quintry and the bloody Bill Anderson (Note 3)!
Rost: They are all patriots, you Texas rubbish!
Lebeuf: They murdered women and children in Lawrence, Kansas.
Rost: I also heard. These are big lies. Sir, which army are you from?
Loeboff: I'm in Shreveport, and I followed Kobe Smith first ---
Rost: Which unit are you in?
Lebeuvre: I serve in the Army of Northern Virginia, Cogben, and I dare to say this openly!
Rost: If you've ever talked to Colonel Quintril —
Lebeuvre: Colonel Quintril, dare you say it!
Rost: You better shut up, Lobeuf!
Lebeuf: What colonel!
Rost: All right! The money given by Texas is not worthy for me to listen to your opinions day and night. Our agreement is invalid-let's do our own thing!
Lebeuf has mounted his shaggy horse.
Lebeuf: I can't ask for it!
He turned the horse's head.
Lebeuf: ...Congratulations, Cogben. You have been upgraded from a robber to a nanny. goodbye!
Amidst the rumbling of horse hooves and the clawing of riding boots, Lebeuf ran away on horseback. And Roster, who was extremely angry, continued to do his job.
As the hooves faded away, Marty said with a somewhat apologetic tone: We don't need him, right, Marshal?
Rost (muttering): We will miss his carbine. That thing is very useful when saving lives here.

In
a crumbling shop outside Bagby’s shop, a mule with a cotton rope tied around its neck was tied to the porch column. The mule's neck was pulled tightly by the rope, and it was poked with wooden sticks by two Indian boys dressed in mashups.
Rost came over and cut the rope. The mule screamed and ran away. It shook its head and the rope dropped from its neck.
Indian boy: Hi.
Rost had already walked up the stairs of the porch.
Rost: You think of this as a sport, don't you?
He kicked a boy hard on the ass, and the boy fell from the porch onto the mud. The other boy leaned on the railing, and Rost pushed hard against the boy's chest, and he also rolled to the ground.
Rost: You stay here, girl. I went to Bagby.
Marty is riding Xiao Hei, holding the reins of Cogben's horse. He walked inside, and the two boys got up from the ground and returned to the porch. They sat there with their feet hanging down, staring at Marty with sullen eyes. Marty stared at them too.

After a few minutes, the
two boys did nothing. The door slammed open and Rost came out.
Marty: Has Chaney been here?
Rost: When he didn't
come out, he kicked one of the boys to the ground. The other boy hurried to a place where Roster could not be kicked. Rost went down the steps.
Rost: But Kirk Hayes came two days ago. Cork is from Luc Ned. He bought necessities here and used this.
He threw a coin to Marty with a tink. She looked at the coin carefully: it was gold, square, with a knife-engraved "+" in the middle.
Marty: These are dad's gold coins! Tom Chaney, we have come to the right place!
Rost: This is not the only California gold coin in the world.
Marty: But it's not common here.
Rost: It's not common. But if this is indeed Chaney's, it may be that Chaney has taken refuge in Luc Ned, or he was hit by Luc Ned, maybe he is already a corpse. These are hard to say.
Marty: That would be disappointing. Marshall, what shall we do now?
Rost mounted his horse.
Rost: We continue to chase. Ned is also the target of the police station. If you find him, you can know the whereabouts of Chaney - or know the whereabouts of his body. Bagby doesn't know which way they took, but since they have been here, there are only two ways to go: to the north to the spiral staircase, or to continue to the west. I suspect it is heading north. There is more oil and water to fish.
The boy who fell on the ground was beating the dust on his body. He has no interest in their conversation.
Boy: Mr. Felington will investigate who let go of his mule.
Rost turned his horse's head and left.
Rost: Tell him that it is Mr. James, a bank investigator in Clay County, Missouri.
Boy: The boys in the James family are very thin, Frank and Jesse are both.
Rost: One has gained weight. The mule can't run far. You two had better stop doing this again, otherwise I will come back late at night and cut off one of your heads—I don’t say which one—and put it on the belly of the other as a warning.

Riding marching
Rossiter and Marty riding side by side walk in the forest.
Rost: In Elkhorn Tavern, Potter and I served under him. Even in the later period, we mainly participated in some military activities. Once, we met a tel

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Extended Reading
  • Joannie 2022-03-25 09:01:06

    The nostalgia of the Coen brothers, the renewed tribute to the passing era, the completion and personalization. Two points, the precise application of the female perspective, and the lack of the reunion of the Cohen brotherhood that finally makes people find back.

  • Karlie 2022-03-21 09:01:21

    Strong western cowboy style

True Grit quotes

  • Mattie Ross: Well I need a pony, and I'll pay you ten dollars for one of them.

    Col. Stonehill: No, that's a lot price, no no... wait a minute... are we trading again?

  • Emmett Quincy: Don't you go flappin' your gums, Moon! If you blow, I will kill you!

    Moon: I'm played out, Quincy! We seen Ned and Hayes two days ago...

    [Quincy draws a boot knife and cuts Moon's fingers off, then stabs him in the heart. Rooster immediately shoots Quincy in the face]

    Rooster Cogburn: Goddamn it.