The Outsider Page #5

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There's a baby one here,

but I think it's dead.

Try to get her breathing.

What?

Grab her by the hind legs

and swing it around.

Swing it around.

Go on.

get her breathing.

Come on, girl.

[ lamb crying ]

[ Rebecca laughs ]

I've been thinking, Mr. Gault.

If you'd like to stay on

through summer,

I could pay you a dollar a day

I'm thinking, Mrs. Yoder,

That, uh,

I'd be bound to accept

such an offer.

Why do I get the feeling

I should've held out

For $2 a day?

Your gun.

Girl:
hello, Benjo.

Levi.

This is my little brother,

Mr. Gault.

You're apt to catch yourself

a fly.

Good to meet you

My older brothers

and my father --

Brace yourself.

What are you thinking, Rebecca,

Bringing him here?

He's here to witness

the preaching.

[ scoffs ]

And you just now sounded

like a sick hog, our Samuel.

He's an outsider.

He does not belong here.

It's not

a forbidden thing,

And Ive hired him

to work my farm for summer.

Father.

[ grunts ]

Well, I must go.

We women sit separate from the men.

[ murmuring ]

[ singing hymn ]

[ all singing ]

[ man singing solo ]

When a man say, "I love god,"

And he hateth his brother,

Then he is a liar.

For this commandment

hath he given us,

That he who loveth god

Love his brother also.

Here you are, my Ben.

Something just for pretty.

That's what you used to say to me

When you'd bring me flowers.

We had us a nice crop

of fat lambs,

And the bone pile's been small.

You would've been so proud

of Benjo.

It's hard sometimes.

[ yelling ]

Benjo!

Benjo!

Move, Benjo!

Look out!

Everyone, quickly!

Into the barn!

No!

Hurry now.

Hurry.

He's all right.

Take your boy.

Go on back to the barn.

Look.

Stay inside.

You know

I like the sound of it.

Woodrow Wharton --

The man who shot

Johnny Gault.

More like...

Woodrow Wharton --

The coward who shot an unarmed man.

That ain't the way Ill tell it.

No.

A coward and a liar.

You know, you're beginning

to rile me, boy.

[ neighs ]

In spite of what you people

have done,

I figure it would pain

These kind folk

To see me

blow your sorry head off.

On the other hand...

It wouldn't bother

me one bit.

[ rifle shot ]

[ horse neighing ]

[ fires rifle ]

Enjoy your walk, Woodrow.

Benjo:
Johnny!

You're a good man.

Outsiders sought to take

my grandson from me.

You, an outsider, gave him back.

This time,

But it ain't over.

Seems to me you should sell out

and move on.

They that trust in the lord

shall be as Mount Zion

Which cannot be removed.

Woe to them

that are at ease in Zion

And to them that are secure

in the mountain.

If you can't be removed

One way,

Like as not,

You'll be removed another.

God's will be done.

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