Next of Kin

Synopsis: Truman, a Chicago cop, sets out to find the killer of his brother. Meanwhile, another of his brothers, Briar (a hillbilly) decides to find the killer himself.
Director(s): John Irvin
Production: Warner Home Video
  1 nomination.
 
IMDB:
5.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
50%
R
Year:
1989
108 min
13 Views

Uptown, Saturday night.

A hell of a place.

F*cking hillbilly heaven

is what it is.

The hell with this.

Let's go upstairs and get this asshole.

We'll wait for Gates.

These are his people.

- Sorry to take you away from dinner.

- What do you got?

A goddamn hillbilly wacko

tore up two men at a bar.

Took the head off one guy

with a bottle...

...and the other was dead

before he hit the floor.

What the f*ck gets into

these people of yours, Gates?

Sometimes folks make us

a mite testy, Zimmer. Got a name?

Willy Simpson.

The manager said you might know him.

Hey, Gates, I'm gonna give you

Then I'm going in.

I'll put some hair on the wall.

You follow what I'm saying?

- Herman.

- You watch yourself, officer.

Like a junkyard dog.

What kind of shape is he in?

They pulled a knife on him first.

They was messing with his woman.

- I'll see he gets a good lawyer.

- Back home he wouldn't need one.

Well, he should have drove

them home and cut them there.

It would have saved us

a shitload of trouble.

Willy?

It's Truman Gates.

I was wondering

if I could come in and talk.

- Are you alone?

- Yes, sir, I am.

Come on in.

I heard of you.

Your family's from up in

Perry County, ain't they?

Yeah, up near Hazard.

Mind if I sit down?

Damn things ride up on me.

So you wanna watch the TV?

She pissed me off.

You wanna see a doctor?

Shit, man, I've known worse than this.

Where'd that be?

Allegheny Mining Corporation,

Number 3.

Harlan County, yeah?

I used to hunt up there with my brothers

up on Daggots Ridge.

Shit, I know just

where you're talking about.

Hey, there are ghosts up on that ridge.

No kidding?

Yeah. One time my dogs took me

straight down this hollow.

There weren't no wind or nothing.

It just got real cold.

Then all at once, them dogs

started to howl like...

Like they was talking to the dead.

Yeah, man,

there are ghosts up on that ridge.

They're coming for you, Willy.

I know you'll take a couple of them with

you, but they'll get you just the same.

Or we could ride down

to the station together.

Just a couple of fellas from the hills.

You've got my word on that.

I know you ain't scared to die, Willy.

You just ain't in no place

to leave your ghost.

Good work, Truman.

- Lenny, grab him.

- Oh, no. Zimmer.

This piece of shit's Homicide's now, pal!

What are you doing, you asshole?

What are you doing?

Touch my prisoner again, I'll break every

bone in your body. You hear me, huh?

You follow what I'm saying?

Do you follow what I'm saying?

- Hey.

- Hey, brother.

Catch any thieves lately?

Same old, same old.

So, what happened to you the other

night? Jessie and I waited two hours.

I had a late pickup out in Cicero.

I thought we left it loose about dinner.

Hey, no big deal. She only spent half

the day making your favorite dinner.

Tell her I'm sorry.

So you heard from Briar lately?

He still after you to stay clear of me?

Give me a break, Mom.

- "Mom"?

- Yeah.

Are you afraid I'll talk you into staying

here and leaving the mountains behind?

- Well, ain't you?

- Yeah.

You can make your own decisions.

I'm just trying to make things easier.

Bullshit. You're just as bad as Briar.

You're just smoother.

- Now wait a minute, little brother.

- No, you wait a second.

I feel like one of them little countries

stuck between two big superpowers.

Both claim to be helping.

They're just trying to outdo one another.

And I'm the one in the middle

catching all the shit.

The fact is, I don't like it here.

As soon as I earn me enough to put

down on a coal truck, I'm heading home.

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