Road House (1989)
Genre: Action, Thriller
Runtime: 114 min
Director: Rowdy Herrington
Cast: Patrick Swayze, Kelly Lynch, Sam Elliott, Ben Gazzara, Marshall R. Teague
Plot: Serene and laconic, yet powerful and lethal, Dalton is an expert in martial arts and the best professional bouncer in the business. With such a reputation, Dalton is summoned in a small town in Missouri to clean up the sleazy bar called The Double Deuce from the troublemakers who terrorize the customers, without knowing, however, that the villainous local entrepreneur, Brad Wesley, wants things to remain unchanged. As Dalton cleans up the nightclub, and with it, the town from Wesley’s hired goons, a deep wound from a knife will inspire a passionate affair with local Dr. Elizabeth “Doc” Clay. Now, the corrupt Wesley has enough reasons to take Dalton out of the way, nevertheless, the bouncer has the final say.
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[“Don’t Throw Stones” by The Cruzados]
♪ A brown-eyed money
♪ She ran out of love
♪ One more chance, she said
♪ If you love me, baby, pay the rent
♪ Don’t throw stones
♪ You don’t know
♪ It’s not what you say, it’s what you do
♪ Don’t throw stones
Watch your step, sir.
Thank you.
Go ahead, sir
♪ Twice as bad a break
♪ If you love me, buy me a big TV
♪ You good-for-nothing, lazy jerk
♪ Don’t throw stones
♪ You don’t know
♪ It’s not what you say, it’s what you do
♪ Don’t throw stones
♪ Don’t throw stones
♪ You don’t know
How about some gold plastic?
Told her that? She’s her boss.
[glass smashes]
You asshole! What do you take me for?
About a hundred bucks.
[Screams]
Excuse me, sir.
Hey, fucker, get the fuck away from him.
Fuck you, man.
[Men fighting]
Let go, dammit! Let me fucking go!
Fuck, get off of me! You fucker, get off of me!
I think it’s time for you gentlemen to leave.
It’s all right.
We were just having a little fun.
It’s okay. I’m sorry.
[grunts] [crowd gasps]
Back up, fuckhead.
Okay, Dalton, I’ve always wanted to try you.
I think I can take you.
Outside.
OK.
So here we are, let’s go.
Come on, hotshot.
Come on! Come on, let’s do it.
Dirtball, where you going?
Hey, moose-lips, get back here!
Dickhead!
What are you guys, the Seven Dwarfs or something?
♪ Don’t throw stones
♪ You don’t know
♪ It’s not what you say, it’s what you do
♪ Don’t throw your stones
♪ Don’t throw stones
♪ You don’t know
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Name’s Dalton, right?
I don’t know you.
My name is Tilghman.
Frank Tilghman.
I have a little club outside of Kansas City
called the Double Deuce.
It used to be a sweet deal.
Now it’s the kind of place where they sweep up the eyeballs after closing.
Anyway, I’ve come into a little bit of money.
I’d like to make a better life for myself.
I need somebody to help me clean the place up.
I need the best.
Wade Garrett’s the best.
Wade Garrett’s getting old.
He’s still the best.
I want you.
$5,000 up front. $500 a night, cash.
You pay all medical expenses.
I can live with that.
I run the show. Completely.
When the job’s done, I walk.
I’ve got your plane ticket right here.
I don’t fly.
Too dangerous.
Well, when do I expect you-
Don’t. I’ll get there.
Dalton, you all right?
It’s just a scratch.
By the way, Oscar, Bandstand’s all yours.
What’s that supposed to mean?
I’m outta here.
Great.
You know, I thought you’d be…
bigger.
Yo.
What do I look like, a valet?
Keep it. It’s yours.
Hm?
[Engine revs]
[“On the Road Again” by The Jeff Healey Band]
♪ Yeah
♪ Well, I’m so tired of cryin’
♪ But I’m out on the road again
♪ I’m on the road again
♪ I said I’m so tired of cryin’
♪ But I’m out on the road again
♪ I’m on the road again
Oh, a Mercedes!
[Whooping]
Hey, hotshot, what’s wrong with Detroit cars?
[Crowd laughing]
[Commotion]
Come on!
[Grunts]
Don’t come back, peckerhead.
[Rowdy shouting]
Bring on the real band!
♪ Take a tip from me, baby, please
♪ Don’t you cry no more
♪ Don’t you cry no more
♪ But I ain’t goin’ down that long, old lonesome road
♪ All by myself
Son of a bitch!
[Shouting]
Yo, Steve.
Fuck ’em. They’re brothers.
Goddamnit, you’re ripping my best fuckin’ shirt.
You know, I get off at two,
and I’d just love to get you off
about a half an hour after that. [laughs]
By God, you’re a put-together woman.
Ladies first, asshole.
Come over here, baby. Hey!
Hey, baby, come and have fun with us a little while.
Damn it. Mongrel!
Making a damn mess.
Oh, Jesus, not here. Follow me to the bathroom.
[Music swells and finishes]
[Applause and yelling]
I need a drink.
One, two, three, four.
[“Confidence Man” by The Jeff Healey Band]
Vodka rocks.
You got it, baby.
Hey, vodka rocks.
What do you say you and me get nipple to nipple?
I can do that without you.
[Grunts]
[Woman screams]
Get him out of here, now.
Come on, man, get your hands off me.
You’re not drinking. You’re outta here.
Hey! Don’t let him bother you.
Morgan was born an asshole and just grew bigger.
I’m Carrie Ann.
If you need anything,
anything, you just let me know.
You got a name?
Yeah.
Well, what is it?
Dalton.
Oh, my God.
Shit. I heard of you.
[Thump] Carrie Ann!
What are you waiting for? Christmas?
Move!
Oh, shut up. I’m goin’.
Jesus Christ.
♪ Well, you can’t pull the wool over me,
♪ ’cause I’m a confidence man
♪ Now, maybe Chicago,
♪ Is where you’re bound
♪ But love is a cheap perfume,
♪ It hangs around
♪ And you roll the dice, child
♪ Now let the bet stand
Get him out of here.
Let’s go, Sleeping Beauty.
Come on, move it.
Come on.
What do you think this is, a rest home?
♪ Can’t pull the wool over me,
♪ ’cause I’m a confidence man.
[applause]
All right, y’all, we’ll be back in ten. We gotta drain the main vein.
Stick around.
Hey, you’re paid to play. Play.
Fuck!
[“Runaround Sue” plays on jukebox]
Thanks, man.
Thought you played pretty good for a blind, white boy.
Yeah, and I thought you’d be bigger.
[laughing]
Dalton, how ya doin’? It’s good to see ya.
Same here, man.
The boys and I heard you were coming into town.
Man, this toilet is worse than the one that
we worked in Dayton.
Really?
Oh, man!
It’s a mean scene around here, man.
There’s blood on the floor in this joint every night.
Hey Hank, you know who that is?
Who?
Dalton.
♪ Gonna tell Aunt Mary about Uncle John
♪ He says he’s getting dizzy, but he’s having lotsa fun
♪ Oh, baby
♪ Ye-e-eah, baby
♪ Woo-oo-ooh, baby
That guy at the end of the bar is fucking Dalton, man.
He killed a guy once.
Ripped his throat right out.
Bullshit.
What ya need, buddy?
Coffee, black.
[laughs]
Ever seen a better pair of attitudes?
Fine, ain’t they?
I’ll tell you what, for 20 bucks, you can kiss ’em.
Are you kidding?
$10 a kiss. Here and now.
Go ahead. Do it, go on. Go on.
Come on. Come on.
$10 a kiss. Go ahead.
[Moans]
Yeah!
Hey, buddy, what are you doin’? Are you gonna kiss ’em or not?
[laughing]
I can’t.
What do you mean, you can’t?
I ain’t got 20 bucks.
What? You…
[grunting] [glass shattering]
Oh, shit.
Fight!
Break it up!
[Glass shattering]
[Screaming]
[laughing]
[Glass shattering]
You son of a bitch!
[Crashes]
[Screams]
Bastard!
♪ Baby
♪ Havin’ us some fun tonight
♪ Well, I saw Uncle John with bald head Sally
♪ He saw Aunt Mary comin’ and
♪ he ducked back in the alley oh baby,
♪ Yeah baby, woo baby
[glass shatters]
[Bar patrons fighting]
Fuck. Anybody got a mirror?
Aw, shit.
Hey, how’d you like to tell us what the fuck’s goin’ on?
You gonna help us out or not?
I’ll let you know.
You know, I heard you had balls big enough
to come in a dump truck, but…
you don’t look like much to me.
Opinions vary.
Cody. Later.
Dalton.
All right, man. You take care.
See you guys.
This Dalton character, what’s his story?
The story is you fuck with him and he’ll seal your fate.
Yeah?
So far he hasn’t shown me shit.
[Upbeat music playing on television]
She’s a runner.
These work?
Sure do.
Jimmy, you have a customer waiting for you on the lot.
Jimmy, you have a customer on the lot.
I’ll take it.
[Slow string music]
Morning.
You the one who’s got a room to rent?
Come on.
You honest?
Yes, sir.
You expect me to believe that?
No, sir.
[Helicopter engine]
[Horses neighing]
Goddammit!
I swear he does that just to piss me off.
Who does?
Brad Wesley.
Hello, baby.
Like horses, do you?
If they like me.
You wouldn’t steal ’em, would you?
No, sir.
Calling me sir is like
putting an elevator in an outhouse, don’t belong.
I’m Emmet.
I’m Dalton.
[Helicopter engine whirs]
So what do you think?
Well, I’ll take it.
Must’ve been 20 people look at that room this past year.
No phone, no television, no conditioned air,
no tolerance for the fragrance of nature.
Nobody wanted it. How come you do?
You’re just too persuasive for me, I guess.
It ain’t the money, you understand, but if I don’t charge you something,
the Presbyterians around here are likely to pray for my ruination.
How does a hundred dollars a month strike you?
Fine.
You can afford that much?
If it keeps you in the good graces of the Church.
Ain’t it peculiar how money seems to do that very thing?
Now, this. This is a new Double Deuce.
I’ve put a lot of money and time into this.
And to protect my investment,
I’ve hired the best damn cooler in the business.
From now on he’s in charge of all the bar business.
What he says goes.
Dalton?
Morgan, you’re out of here.
What the fuck you talking about?
You don’t have the right temperament for the trade.
You asshole!
What am I supposed to do?
There’s always barber college.
[Derisive laughter]
You’re a dead man.
You’re out, too. We’re selling booze here, not drugs.
Thank you.
Anybody else here dealing?
I’m telling you straight.
It’s my way or the highway.
So anybody wants to walk, do it now.
All right.
People who really wanna have
a good time won’t come to a slaughterhouse.
And we’ve got entirely too many troublemakers here.
Too many 40-year-old adolescents, felons, power drinkers,
and trustees of modern chemistry.
It’s going to change.
Man, that sure sounds good.
But a lot of the guys who come in here,
we can’t handle one-on-one.
Even two-on-one.
Don’t worry about it.
All you have to do is follow three simple rules.
One: never underestimate your opponent.
Expect the unexpected.
Two: take it outside.
Never start anything inside the bar
unless it’s absolutely necessary.
And three: be nice.
Come on.
If somebody gets in your face and calls you a cocksucker,
I want you to be nice.
Okay.
Ask him to walk, be nice.
If he won’t walk, walk him.
But be nice.
If you can’t walk him, one of the others will help you.
And you’ll both be nice.
I want you to remember that it’s a job.
It’s nothing personal.
Uh-huh, being called a cocksucker isn’t personal?
No.
It’s two nouns combined to elicit a prescribed response.
I wonder what if somebody calls my mama a whore?
Is she?
[laughter]
I want you to be nice,
until it’s time to not be nice.
Well, how’re we supposed to know when that is?
You won’t. I’ll let you know.
You are the bouncers. I am the cooler.
All you have to do is watch my back and each others’.
Take out the trash.
♪ One, two, three, 737 comin’ outta the sky
♪ Won’t you take me down to Memphis on a midnight ride?
♪ I wanna move
♪ Play in a travellin’ band
♪ Well, I’m flyin’ across the land
♪ Tryin’ to get a hand
♪ Playin’ in a travellin’ band
This is a Sears credit card.
Beverly, Agnes.
Hi, Steve.
It’s okay, Bear. They’re friends of mine.
Hey, but Dalton said-
It’s okay. Trust me.
Right this way, girls.
Leaded or unleaded?
Leaded.
[Glass smashes] Hey!
[Cheering]
Hank. Hank!
Come on, darlin’!
Hey, fella, do me a favor and get her down off there.
What d’you say?
I say let her dance.
Whoo!
Whoo!
Whoo-hoo!
Come on, baby! [whoops]
Hey, look, pal, we don’t want any-
Come on, motherfucker.
Stay back!
Come on, motherfucker.
Escort this gentleman to the door.
Did you see that shit?
Yeah.
That’s Dalton.
He sure is cool.
Who is that guy?
He is good.
He’s real good.
The name is Dalton.
[Applause and cheering]
Oh, yeah!
You’re gonna be my regular Saturday-night thing, baby.
Oh, yeah. I’ve been thinkin’ about you.
Steve!
Steve.
Yo, Steve.
You’re history.
But I’m on my break.
Stay on it.
Shit!
You got quite a little enterprise going here.
What?
You’re going through a bottle every 30 minutes,
you’re skimming the till for six shots a bottle.
On drafts, one every ten.
I figure he’s costing you about 150 a night.
So?
So consider it severance pay. Take the train.
I didn’t hear you say that.
Well, I’m sayin’ it now.
You sure?
Get out.
[laughs]
Well, it was a good night. Nobody died.
It’ll get worse before it gets better.
[“Blue Monday” by Bob Seger]
♪ Blue Monday, oh it’s blue Monday
♪ Got to work, rather sleep all day
♪ Here come Tuesday
♪ Poor hard Tuesday
♪ I’m so tired, ain’t got no time to play
[shouting]
♪ Here come Wednesday
♪ I plead to myself
♪ My gal calls gotta tell her that I’m out
♪ Cause Thursday is a hard workin’ day
♪ And Friday I get my pay
♪ Saturday morning
♪ Oh Saturday morning
♪ All my tiredness has gone away
I love this guy. Isn’t he cute?
Darling.
♪ And my honey
♪ And I’m out on the street to play
Dalton!
Hey, Dalton.
[Mumbling] Oh no.
Dalton!
Morning, I brought you some breakfast.
Oh, shit.
[Gasps]
So, how’d you find me?
Oh, I… It wasn’t too hard. I mean, you know what I… mean.
What did you do there last night?
What do you mean?
Well, you fired the bartender, Pat.
He was skimming.
You should not have done that, Dalton.
Yeah? Why’s that?
Just shouldn’t have, that’s all.
Here you go.
Breakfast.
Oh, thank you.
Oh, my God!
What is the joke?
Well, there’s no joke.
I just think I’m lookin’ at a dead man, though.
It seems everywhere I go I hear that same joke.
Yeah? Well, something tells me you bring it on yourself.
[“Sh-Boom” by The Crew Cuts on radio]
[Sings along] “Oh, life could be a dream
“If I could take you up in paradise up above
“If you would tell me I’m the only one that you love
“Life could be a dream, sweetheart
“Every time I look at you
“Something is on my mind
“If you do what I want you to
“Baby, we’d be so fine
“Sh-boom, sh-boom
“Sh-boom, sh-boom
“Ya-da-da, da-da-da, sh-boom!”
A new windshield’s gonna cost you more than that old beater’s worth.
My advice would be scrap her.
Well, I like her, so order me one, would you?
It’ll take a few days.
Aerial, I can get you now.
Great.
You the boy from the Double Deuce?
Yes, sir.
Yeah.
Well, I kinda figured you’d be by.
You wanna put in a standing order now?
No, I’ll pay as I go. Dalton.
Red Webster.
How long you gonna be in town?
Not very long.
That’s what I said 25 years ago.
Really? What happened?
I got married, to an ugly woman.
Don’t ever do that.
It just takes the energy right out of you.
She left me, though.
Found somebody even uglier than she was.
That’s life. Who can explain it?
Oh, that’s five dollars.
So, why’d you stay on?
Oh, I fell for the place.
[Bell rings]
Hello, Brad.
Red.
Brad Wesley.
Dalton.
He’s working at the Double Deuce.
Oh, terrific.
Hope you’re gonna clean that place up.
Bad element over there.
Well, anything I can do for you…
Thanks, Red.
Well, Red.
Beautiful day, isn’t it?
Was.
[Soft string music]
[“One Foot On The Gravel” by The Jeff Healey Band]
♪ People preachin’ to me about love
Problem?
There’s no problem.
Just a little mistake, that’s all.
What’s that?
My job.
You don’t get it, do you?
Why don’t you explain it to me?
I’ll explain it to you!
Hey, shut up, shithead.
Mr. Tilghman has changed his mind.
And that’s all you need to know, son.
No, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to know a little bit more than that.
Mr. Tilghman may own this bar,
but the liquor he serves is supplied to him by Brad Wesley.
Now, Pat McGurn is in the employ of Mr. Wesley,
his uncle, not Mr. Tilghman.
You see, I’m stayin’ and you’re goin’!
Oh, really?
That’s right.
Sit down!
Come on, Dalton. You and me right now.
Right now!
What’s the matter, you chicken dick?
What are you afraid of? Me?
Is that it, Dalton? You scared to fight me?
You big, bad Dalton.
What, you wanna kiss and make up?
[Grunts]
Jesus Christ!
[Grunts]
[Screaming]
[Glass breaks] [gasping]
[Glass breaks]
Stand him up, stand him up.
Get up, you fuck! Get up!
Get up! Hey, get up!
Get up, motherfucker!
You’re outta here, pal.
[Phone ringing]
Hi.
Hi, I’m Dr. Clay.
Hi.
How’d this happen?
Natural causes.
Looks like a knife wound.
Like I said.
You’re a bouncer.
Mm-hmm. Double Deuce.
Nice place.
They send a lot of business my way.
I’m hoping to change that.
All by yourself?
Well, Mr. Dalton,
you may add nine staples to your dossier of 31 broken bones,
two bullet wounds, nine puncture wounds,
and four stainless steel screws.
That’s an estimate, of course.
I’ll give you a local.
No, thank you.
Do you enjoy pain?
Pain don’t hurt.
Most of my patients would disagree with you.
Okay.
D’you always carry your medical records around with you?
Saves time.
Your file says you’ve got a degree from NYU.
What in?
Philosophy.
Any particular discipline?
No, not really.
Man’s search for faith.
That sort of shit.
Come up with any answers?
[Chuckles] Not too many.
How’s a guy like you end up a bouncer?
Just lucky, I guess.
Nice work.
Good, clean stitches.
Thank you.
[laughs]
Do you ever win a fight?
Nobody ever wins a fight.
There you go.
Thanks.
Listen…
If you’d like to stop by the Double Deuce sometime,
I can buy you a cup of coffee if you…
Happen to be in the neighborhood, huh?
Mm-hmm.
You know, for that line of work,
I thought you’d be bigger.
Gee, I’ve never heard that before.
[Sighs]
Did I explain it wrong?
Is that it?
No, boss, you didn’t.
Pat’s got a weak constitution.
You boys know that.
That’s why he’s working as a bartender.
He’s my only sister’s son,
and if he doesn’t have me, who’s he got?
And if I’m not there, you’re there.
I should have let you go, Jimmy.
Well, one of you boys owes me an apology.
Now I leave it up to you to decide
which one of you wants to say “I’m sorry.”
I’m sorry, boss.
I’m sorry, boss.
I believe you, Tinker.
But you, O’Connor, somehow I don’t believe you.
Now you’d better try it again.
Because if there’s one thing I can’t stand,
it’s a man who’s untruthful.
I’m sorry, boss.
And if there’s one thing that disgusts me
is a man who can’t admit he’s wrong.
I swear to God, boss, I’m sorry.
You disgust me, O’Connor.
You wanna know why you disgust me?
No, why, boss?
[Grunts]
Cause you’re a bleeder.
You bleed too much.
You are a messy bleeder.
[Grunts]
You’re weak.
You got no endurance for pain.
Now, come on.
Get up.
Hey, you’ll be fine. Come on.
Well, help him up!
You’re gonna be fine.
And you know why?
Because I like you.
Get this piece-of-shit coward out of here.
Work ain’t work when you’re havin’ fun.
Life is good.
[Tires screech]
Jesus.
Red?
Red!
Yeah?
What happened?
Did you get robbed?
Every week.
So what does he take?
Who?
Brad Wesley.
10%, to start.
Oh, it’s all legal like.
He formed the Jasper Improvement Society.
All the businesses in town belong to it.
Everybody pay?
Does a hobbyhorse have a wooden dick?
[Wolf-whistling]
Squirt em!
Squirt em!
Woohoo!
Do it again.
[“Mustang Sally” by Wilson Pickett]
Charge!
Come back here.
Take it easy, Rambo.
I know you wanna save the world from the commies,
but you’re gonna have to do it from down here, man.
Squirt him, squirt him.
Hose him down.
Cool him off, cool him off.
Garrett!
Yo!
Some guy name of Dalton.
What’s going on, miho?
Hey, hey.
How you doin’, buddy?
Oh shit!
Hell, kid, I’m in hog heaven.
If I was doin’ any better I couldn’t live with myself.
How bout you?
I’m all right.
Good, by God, you oughta be,
all that money you’re making, right?
What’s going on down in Jasper?
Oh, you know.
New town, same story.
Listen.
You ever heard of a guy named Brad Wesley?
No, I can’t say that I have.
You having trouble?
Oh, you know.
Nothing I’m not used to.
But it’s amazing what you can get used to, huh?
Yeah, tell me about it.
This place has a sign hanging over the urinal that says,
“Don’t eat the big, white mint.”
[laughing]
Stay cool, kid.
Right.
Gotta go.
I’ll see ya.
Later.
[“Knock on Wood” by The Jeff Healey Band]
♪ Ooh! I don’t wanna lose this good thing
♪ That I got
♪ Cause if I did, I would surely
♪ Surely lose a lot
♪ For your love is better
Why won’t you look me in the eye, Dalton?
I’m shy.
Would you be shocked if I said,
“Let’s go to my place and fuck?”
Ain’t gonna kill you.
You know, you might even like it.
Say good night, Denise.
Bastard!
Let go!
♪ Thunder and lightning
♪ The way you love me is frightening
♪ I think I better knock on wood
I didn’t know she could sing.
[Door opens] [footsteps]
Right boot.
Got it.
Sorry, we’re closed.
Well, then what are all these people doin’ here?
Drinking and having a good time.
Well, that’s why we’re here.
You’re too stupid to have a good time.
[Groans in pain]
[Yelling] [grunting]
Go on, Dalton.
Kick his ass!
[Screams]
All right! Yeah!
Son of a bitch!
Give me the biggest guy in the world,
you smash his knee, he’ll drop like a stone.
Damn good fight.
[Engine revs] [tires screech]
Hi. Hi.
So, you looking for somebody?
You.
[“(There’s A) Fire In The Night” by Alabama]
Are you always better than they are?
Pretty much.
Never been put down?
No, not really.
How do you explain that?
The ones who go looking for trouble
are not much of a problem to someone who’s ready for them.
I suspect it’s always been that way.
[Creaking]
Somebody has to do it.
Somebody’s gotta pay somebody to do it.
Might as well be you.
I’d better take you home.
If I keep talking,
you’re gonna go off thinking I’m a nice guy.
I know you’re not a nice guy.
Pretty soon I’m gonna have to start
charging that bum rent.
Tonight’s rent.
[Man burps]
Your fan club?
They are devoted.
You live some kind of life, Dalton.
Too ugly for you.
I didn’t say that.
See ya.
Bye.
We’ve been looking all over for you.
Mr. Wesley wants to see you.
Let’s go.
After you.
[“Do You Really Want Me” by Kristine Weitz]
Hey, Dalton.
Have a Bloody Mary?
Some breakfast?
No, thank you.
Suit yourself.
Will you shut that shit off?
[Music stops]
I can’t listen to that crap.
It’s got no heart.
My grandfather.
Looks like an important man.
He was an asshole.
But you, you’re a smart boy, aren’t you, Dalton?
You’re just not too realistic.
Christ, I’m just like you.
I came up the hard way, from the streets of Chicago.
You know, when I came to this town
after Korea there was nothing.
I brought the mall here.
I got the 7-Eleven.
I got the Photomat here.
Christ, J.C. Penney is coming here because of me.
You ask anybody, they’ll tell you.
You’ve gotten rich off of the people in this town.
[laughing]
You bet your ass I have.
And I’m gonna get richer.
I believe we all have a purpose on this earth.
A destiny.
I have a faith in that destiny.
It tells me to gather unto me what is mine.
But, Christ, you get paid for beating people up.
Tell me you don’t love it.
Of course you do.
You wouldn’t be human if you didn’t.
Dalton.
I have a cousin in Memphis.
Tells me you killed a man down there.
Tells me you said it was self-defense at the trial.
But you and I know that isn’t so, don’t we?
Relax.
Relax.
Tell me,
if I owned a bar and wanted to clean it up,
how much would it take to get you to come work for me?
There’s no amount of money.
[“Roadhouse Blues” by The Jeff Healey Band]
♪ Keep your eyes on the road
♪ and your hands upon the wheel
All right, we’re here!
[Crowd talking loudly]
♪ Back at the roadhouse
♪ They got some bungalows
♪ Back at the roadhouse
♪ They got some bungalows
♪ And that’s for the people who like to get down slow
♪ Let it roll, baby, roll
♪ Let it roll, baby, roll
Thanks.
♪ Let it roll
♪ All night long
Good to see you.
Hi.
Ernie, what’s the story?
Whiskey’s running low.
I finally get this place just the way I want it,
and now we’re running out of booze.
I’ve called every supplier I know.
Why won’t they deliver?
Wesley.
Ernie, give me the phone.
I’ll take care of it.
Hi.
Hear you’re the new marshal in town.
You heard wrong.
Uh-oh.
Dig a hole. [laughs]
This is your place?
Up there.
Come on.
It’s quiet and the horses let me know
if anybody comes around.
I love it.
[“I Sold My Soul to Rock and Roll” by Bullet]
[“These Arms of Mine” by Otis Ridding]
♪ They are lonely
♪ Lonely and feeling blue
So I saw your picture in Red Webster’s place.
He’s my uncle.
Nice old guy.
Yeah.
He raised me after my parents died.
That’s why I came back here.
Now we take care of each other.
So how come you never got married?
I did.
What happened?
It didn’t work.
Why?
Guess I picked the wrong guy.
♪ These arms of mine
♪ They are burning
♪ Yearning from wanting you
♪ And if you
♪ Would let them hold you
♪ Oh, I’ll breathe, oh, I will be
♪ These arms of mine
♪ They are burning
♪ Burning from wanting you
♪ These arms of mine
♪ They are wanting
♪ Wanting to hold you
♪ And if you
♪ Would let them hold you
♪ Oh, I’ll breathe, oh, I will be
♪ Come on, come on, baby
♪ Just be my little woman
♪ Just be my lover
♪ Oh, I need me somebody
♪ Somebody to treat me right
♪ I need your arms
♪ Lovin’ arms to hold me tight
♪ And I, I, I need
♪ I need your
♪ I need your tender lips
[moans]
Little Rock.
You’re gonna have a lot of pain when you get older, Dalton.
You could be crippled if you don’t slow down.
Yeah, that’s what they say.
You already know that?
No, I just said, “That’s what they say.”
[laughs]
Where are you gonna go from here?
I don’t know.
You could stay, Dalton.
If you wanted to.
I don’t think so.
[Ominous music]
Hang on.
You got a woman up there with you?
That’s right.
Don’t give me no lip, Lord.
Where did she get to?
She’ll be back.
If you’re smart, you’d pitch your tent.
[laughs] Sometimes I’m just not as smart as I’d like to be.
You never know, son.
Maybe she’ll be smart enough for both of you.
Thanks, Ernie.
Hiya, Dal.
Hi, honey.
Hey, there he is.
Hey, what’s up.
Hey, Cody.
Hey, bro.
What’s going down?
Not too much.
That’s not what I hear.
The word is that you’ve been
spending time with Elizabeth Clay.
So?
Know who had a thing for Elizabeth Clay?
Brad Wesley.
Now, as I hear it, she left town and he went nuts.
It’s a small town, Dalton.
Dalton!
The truck’s here.
Okay.
Of course, that’s just the word.
Thanks.
No problem.
The Double Deuce.
Hey, hey!
Put ’em back.
This bar is closed for business.
It’s okay, Jim.
Take a break.
Can I buy you guys a drink?
Guess not.
[Grunts]
[Screaming]
[Glass breaks]
You got a skinny little runt named Dalton working here?
Yeah, he’s out the back.
I know you.
Pour me a beer, will you?
I’ll be back.
How d’you like that, Kung Fu?
How’s it going, miho?
Mind your own business, Dad.
Do you wanna fight, dickless?
I sure ain’t gonna show you my dick.
[Grunts]
Oh, shit!
Goddamn, that hurts, doesn’t it?
[Yells]
[Crashes]
Hey, there’s a fight out back!
[laughing]
Hey, I had it under control.
Yeah, I knew that.
Glad to see you.
Good to see you.
Who is that guy?
Gentlemen, Wade Garrett.
Holy shit.
Exactly right.
Morgan, nice to see ya.
Where in the fuck are we going now?
I got somebody I want you to meet.
Uh-oh.
I thought you said you were all right.
I’m fine.
I fucking knew it.
[laughs]
Hi.
Hey.
1975, Albuquerque.
Got blindsided by a bottle of Jack Daniel’s.
Fucking around somewhere I shouldn’t have been at the time.
I was very drunk.
Kid here got his head cracked.
You got the scar.
Oh, I’ll show you a scar.
I’ll show you one I’m real sentimental about, Doc.
A woman?
Boy, was she!
God, I feel like dancing.
Would you like to dance, Doc?
Yeah.
What time is it?
Daytime.
Well, good.
Then some other place has gotta be open.
Let’s get out of here.
Take this lady someplace where it’s a little more romantic.
Let’s go.
He’s serious.
Come on.
Well, we’d better go.
There you are.
I hope y’all enjoy it.
[“All My Ex’s Live in Texas” by George Strait]
♪ All my
[sings along] “Ex’s live in Texas.”
Yee-ha.
God, he’s great coming out of the gate,
but not much for stamina.
♪ All my ex’s live in Texas
♪ And that’s why I hang my hat in Tennessee
This the part where you tell me what a great guy
your friend is?
Hardly.
This is the part where I tell you I want you for myself.
[laughs]
Uh, yo!
Whatever he’s saying, you can be fairly sure it’s a lie.
♪ But I’m alive and well in Tennessee
Don’t bet on it.
Thanks, Doc.
Excuse me, gentlemen.
That gal’s got entirely too many brains
to have an ass like that.
You got your hands full, kid.
What’s the matter?
Still living in the past, aren’t you?
We’re a long way from Memphis.
Memphis has nothing to do with it.
Bullshit!
That dog won’t hunt.
I can’t believe you’re still
dragging that shit around with you.
It seems to me you’d be a little more
philosophical about it.
And cut it the fuck loose.
You know that fucking cu…
That girl…
never told you she was married.
Did she?
And when a man sticks a gun in your face
you got two choices.
You can die or you can kill the motherfucker.
Don’t mean to bust up the party or anything,
but my shift starts in a couple of hours.
Oh, yeah.
Thought I’d go home and get a little sleep.
Aren’t you guys tired?
I’ll get all the sleep I need when I’m dead.
Thanks for the dance.
Bye.
[“White Room” by The Jeff Healey Band]
[Siren]
Dalton, Red’s place is on fire!
[Siren]
[Screaming]
Oh, my God.
[Explosion] [screaming]
[Firefighters yelling]
Well, with a fire like that,
nothing they could do.
Nothing.
Jack Daniel’s.
Thank you.
It’s like a morgue in here.
Play something, Elvis.
Get those firemen in here.
I wanna buy them a drink.
They risked their lives to save
a no-good faggot draft dodger like Red Webster.
Ask for a little contribution to improve the town,
everybody digs deep, except for him.
Of course you can dance, honey.
Elvis, play something with balls.
[“Hoochie Coochie Man” by The Jeff Healey Band]
♪ Gypsy woman told my mother
♪ Before I was born
♪ She said you’ve got a boy child comin’
♪ He’s gonna be a son of a gun
♪ He gonna make pretty women’s
♪ Jump and shout
♪ Then the world wanna know
♪ What’s it all about
[men whistling]
♪ Everybody knows I’m him
♪ Well you know I’m the hoochie coochie man
♪ Everybody knows I’m him
♪ I got a black cat bone
♪ I got a mojo too
♪ I got the Johnny Concheroo
♪ I’m gonna mess with you
♪ I’m gonna make you girls
♪ Lead me by my hand
♪ Then this world’s gonna know
♪ I’m your hoochie coochie man
♪ But you know I’m him
♪ Well, well, everybody knows I’m him
♪ I’m your Hoochie Coochie Man, little girl
♪ Better believe I’m him
[applause]
[Men whooping]
If you’re gonna have a pet, keep it on a leash.
You’re right.
Jimmy!
[Glass shatters]
♪ On the seventh hour
♪ On the seventh day
♪ On the seventh month
♪ The seven doctors say
♪ He said he was born for good luck
♪ And that you’ll see
♪ I got seven hundred dollars, baby
♪ Don’t you mess with me
♪ But you know I’m him
[grunts]
[Glass shatters]
Can somebody get a drink around here?
[Glass breaks]
You!
[Glass breaks]
Come on, old man.
[Gunshot] [screams]
All right, that’s enough.
This isn’t working out, Dalton.
Let’s go, boys.
Your ass is mine, boy.
Same town, new story, huh, pal?
Let’s get a beer.
I’ve talked till I’m blue in the face, Goddammit.
We could salvage the place, Red.
We could build it back up.
I’ll help ya out.
Nope.
But you got insurance, don’t you?
Twenty years I’ve watched Wesley get richer
while everybody else around him got poorer.
Can you prove he started the fire?
Who you gonna prove it to?
He’s got the sheriff
and the whole police force in his pocket for Chrissakes.
I can call a friend in Springfield who works with the FBI.
Are you gonna take the stand against him?
There’s only one person around here you gotta prove anything to.
That’s Wesley himself.
You scared him last night.
Brad Wesley, he’s not afraid of anything, right?
Well, last night that son of a bitch was afraid.
No, he wasn’t.
Dalton, you oughta check this out.
Looks like Wesley wants to put
a little something down on a new car.
You lost your faith, Stroudenmire.
That’s what it is.
It’s made you an abuser.
Well, what are you waiting for, Gary?
Drive through there!
[laughing]
No! No! No!
[Engine revs]
Hold it, hold it, hold it.
[Yelling]
[Glass shatters]
[Crash]
[Cheering]
[Crash] [glass shatters]
Oh, my God!
[Cheering]
Oh, my God!
What the hell is wrong with you, Brad?
Have you lost your mind?
He’s a drifter, you know.
To see you wind up with someone like that, it’s a shame.
This has nothing to do with him.
Well, you get him out of here, Elizabeth,
’cause if you don’t,
he’s going down.
And I’m not gonna lose a second’s sleep about it.
Stroudenmire.
I never thought you’d turn on me, too.
This is my town.
Don’t you forget it.
Let’s go, Jimmy.
You got insurance, don’t you?
Well, amigo.
You’re all fucked up, aren’t you?
Let’s crank that thing up and head down the road.
We can be gone by dawn, never see this place again.
You can leave any time you want to.
Oh, shit, kid.
Oh, fuck.
You don’t need this.
Don’t tell me what I need!
If you want to go, go.
Get the fuck out of here and leave me alone.
Yeah, you’re right.
I ought to stop telling you what to do.
Maybe I ought to kick your ass.
No, we don’t wanna do this.
I wanna tell you something else.
You taught me as much as I ever taught you.
I love you, miho.
I’ll see you.
[Grunts]
Dalton?
It’s a little late for a house call, don’t you think?
I came to talk to you.
No.
You came to tell me to leave.
I care about you, Dalton.
You don’t know him.
Bullshit!
I know exactly who Brad Wesley is.
I have seen his kind many times.
He keeps taking and taking until somebody takes him.
It’s obvious nobody in this town can stand up to him.
But you can stop him?
Brad Wesley picked me.
And when he did he fucked up.
I am only good at one thing, Doc.
I never lose.
But what are you gonna win?
Who’s this for anyway?
Are you doing it for them?
I don’t think so.
You think you’re gonna save these people from Brad Wesley?
Well, who’s gonna save ’em from you?
[Explosion]
Emmet!
[Fire crackling]
Emmet?
[Explosions]
[Screams]
Emmet, talk to me.
Are you all right?
I’d be fine if you’d get off of me.
[Engine roars]
[laughs]
Prepare to die.
You are such an asshole.
[Yells]
I used to fuck guys like you in prison.
[Grunts]
Damn, boy.
I thought you were good.
Go fuck yourself.
[Yells]
[Cracks]
I’m gonna kill you the old-fashioned way.
[Gunshot]
[Grunts]
[Yells]
[Splashes]
[Gasps]
Wesley!
Wesley!
Wesley!
Fuck you!
[Phone ringing]
Hello.
Top of the morning to you.
Well, here’s what’s on for today.
Wade…
or Elizabeth?
What?
One of ’em dies.
Now, who will it be?
You are a sick man.
Well, I just have to flip a coin.
Hold on a second.
Wesley!
Dalton,
I’d sure like to tell you how it turned out.
Wesley!
Garrett.
Oh, my God.
[Groaning]
Over here.
Are you all right?
Mmm-hm.
There was only three of ’em.
They said I was lucky.
I gotta find Doc.
Let’s go.
Sit the fuck down.
Have a beer.
I’ll be back.
Hey.
Wesley wins, man.
We’re out of here.
Attaboy, miho.
Where’s Dr. Clay?
She’s in X-ray.
[Door opens]
Get your things. We’re out of here.
I’m not going anywhere with you.
Oh, yes, you are.
Let’s go. Now!
Forget it.
Doc, the man is crazy.
And you’re not?
Now, get out of here.
Yo.
Wake the fuck up.
We’re out of here.
I said one beer, señor.
[Dramatic music]
Remember that blonde?
Whew! She could suck-start a Harley.
There he is.
[Gunshots]
Get outta here!
[Explosion]
Find that prick.
Carter!
Shit!
[Gunshot]
[Gasps]
Tails again.
[Gunshot]
[Groans in pain]
I hate this place.
[Creaking]
[Screams] [gunshots]
Mr. Wesley!
You’re made for each other.
[Creaking]
I see you found my trophy room, Dalton.
The only thing that’s missing
is your ass.
What’s this all about anyway?
Your friend Wade?
One old man?
That’s what I call a mercy killing.
I took him out of his misery.
Now, you’re not mad at me about that, are you?
Hell, you took Jimmy.
He was in better shape.
[Chuckles]
Hell, you took all my boys.
Now, come on out, Dalton.
This town is big enough for both of us.
Let’s talk about this.
[Gunshot] [groans]
[Crashes]
[Groans in pain]
I thought it would be fun to fight you, Dalton.
I really did.
But now I just don’t have the time.
[Door opens]
No!
It’s over!
[Gunshot]
[Gasps]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot] [screams]
This is our town, and don’t you forget it.
[Gunshot] [glass crashes]
[Distant siren]
[Tires screech]
Brad, where are you?
They’re in here, Sheriff.
All right.
Who’s gonna tell me what the hell happened here?
I didn’t see nothing.
You see anything, Pete?
No, I didn’t see anything.
You see anything, Red?
I didn’t see nothing.
Not a thing.
You see anything, Tinker?
A polar bear fell on me.
[“When the Night Comes Falling from the Sky” by The Jeff Healey Band]
♪ Look out across the fields
♪ See me returning
♪ Smoke is in your eyes
♪ You draw a smile
♪ From the fireplace
♪ Where my letters to you are burning
♪ You’ve had time to think about it
♪ For a while
♪ Well, I’ve walked two hundred miles
♪ Look me over
♪ It’s the end of the chase
♪ And the moon is high
♪ It won’t matter who loves who
♪ You’ll love me and I’ll love you
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ From the sky
♪ I can see through your walls
♪ I can tell that you’re hurting
♪ Sorrow covers you up like a cape
♪ Only yesterday I know that you were flirting
♪ With disaster
♪ Somehow managed to escape
♪ Well, I can’t provide for you no easy answer
♪ Who are you that I should have to lie?
♪ You’ll know all about it, love
♪ It will fit you like a glove
♪ Hey, hey!
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ From the sky
♪ Hey, yeah, yeah
♪ For all eternity
♪ I think I will remember
♪ That icy wind
♪ That’s howling in your eye
♪ You will see me in your time
♪ In the wasteland of your mind
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ From the sky
♪ Whoa, yeah!
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ When the night comes falling
♪ From the sky
