Netflix original film The Harder They Fall dropped November 3rd, 2021.
#TheHarderTheyFall was produced by Jay-Z.
rottentomatoes: 86%
metacritic: 70
imdb: 5.6
Nat Love
Nat Love avenges his father’s death outside of Douglastown, Texas.
“No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! No! Please! No! No! No, no, no, no, no! No!” — Nat Love
“What possesses a man to paint a scorpion on his hand? A snake, I understand that. The Garden of Eden, the Bible, etcetera. But a scorpion? Well, that puzzles me. Just a man. Here to kill the Scorpion. Jesus Cortez. No. Please. I’m sorry. This is a wanted man. Turn his body in, you’ll get $5,000 for your church. I’m worth ten.” — Nat Love
“This is Stagecoach Mary’s place and ain’t no guns allowed. Naturally. Naturally, she put a fresh-faced pup like yourself here to see to it. We familiar? What they call you?” — Nat Love
“You still ain’t talking to me? What? What was that kiss for, then? Mary. The one thing you’ll never hear me say again. Ain’t none of them left. Mary, the only thing that mean anything to me in this world now is you. Ain’t been much of a gang since you left. Just me, Jim, Bill. Next time they come around, I’ll sort it. You can say his name, Mary. Rufus in Yuma for the rest of his natural life. For a man like him, that’s worse than death. Hmm. ‘Trottin’?’ Okay, well. I guess I came to the wrong saloon ’cause I ain’t talking to the Mary Fields I thought I knew. I see that. Mm-hmm. ‘Cause that Mary… that Mary… …don’t shy away from nothin’. What was it the Apache called you? Wolf Lady? That’s bullshit Pickett used to say. Hmm. Yeah, Wolf Lady more like it. My hat. There. Pickett. You got the worst timing in the history of timing. So he can tell me the same stories he been tellin’ you? Rufus Buck is behind bars for the rest of his life. How? You think Rufus Buck was gonna let you keep half that money, and you callin’ me a fool? On your feet. Exhale. Now get out of here. Leave. It’s called the Crimson Hood Gang. You think that’s the last one? Yeah.” — Nat Love
Bill Pickett
” ♪ Upon my return ♪ See a changed soul ♪ That road was far ♪ And way too long ♪ They’ll run from me ♪ As they ran from you ♪ That fear in me ♪ Is in a distant… ♪ View ♪. What the hell is that shit playing quick-draw games when my ass is getting shot at? Grow up, Jim. This is real grown-men shit. We can die. You know, you might could be, but I hearsay there’s a quick draw more lightnin’ than you, go by the name of Cherokee Bill. ‘Black-ass lips?’ That was smooth. Black lips are beautiful lips. Would you stop reaching, negro? Correction. Who you done fucked with. Y’all rob banks. We rob y’all. And ain’t a negro from here to Africa gonna know we even exist.”
“I’m coming in. Now, Wolf Lady, don’t blow the head off my neck. Nat. Oh, y’all was makin’ sex? I apologize. But what I got to show you can’t wait.”
“Whoa, easy, Nat. Listen to what the man got to say first. What you doin’? We coulda killed the last of the Crimson Hoods.”
Jim Beckworth
“I hear patience is a virtue. But I ain’t never been able to wait to see if the motherfucker true. I remember a time y’all hoods used to be Crimson. Known as the Crimson Hood Gang. The motherfuckers pink now. I am sweet. I’m sweet. I’m sweet. Bitch, I’m sweet. Whoo. Much obliged, motherfuckers. Hey, hey. You got your lucky coin, don’t you? But we not gonna die. ‘Cause I’m lightnin’ with the blam-blams. Admit it. ‘Cherokee Bill.’ You hearsay. You don’t see-say. So I say fuck Cherokee Bill. You know, rather than complaining, you should be applauding my performance. The only words that should be coming out your black-ass lips… …should be… gracias. I know. God damn. Your half-brother, calm down. Look like your day going a little bad.”
“I woulda bet my left six-shooter he was about to kill that boy.”
Mary Fields
” ♪ Get that horse and his wagon ♪ For them that’s dead on arrival ♪ Them that pray see heaven ♪ Them that don’t see the devil ♪ Separate but equal ♪ Say them that slaved my people ♪ So break them chains and shackles ♪ Come again ♪ Get that horse and its wagon ♪ Get that man and his rifle ♪ Get that priest and his Bible ♪ For them that’s dead on arrival ♪ Them that pray see heaven ♪ Them that don’t see the devil ♪ Separate but equal ♪ Say them that slaved my people ♪ So break them chains and shackles ♪ Not again ♪ “
“Get out. I said leave. To remind you of what it was. That’s to remind you of what it is. Excuse me. Cuff, clean this man up. Thank you. The only thing I need to hear coming out of your mouth is ‘goodbye, Mary.’ Till the next time you hear tell of the whereabouts of some man that done you dirt. So you found the Scorpion? And what about the Nat Love Gang? Mmm. You know I can almost believe that. Almost, ’cause you didn’t get the last one, did you? What about Rufus Buck? As long as that man draw breath, your spirit is gonna be cursed and wild as it ever was. I made things, I built things, and I ain’t gonna risk all that just because you decide to come trottin’ back. Yeah. Mmm-hmm. Yep. Things have changed. No. That’s some bullshit Pickett used to say. Apache called my Coyote Woman.”
“If that man telling the truth, Nat just did him a whole lot worse.”
Trudy Smith
“We ain’t no nincompoop. If they say something that even start with ‘N,’ they gonna meet the same fate. Let ’em see your faces. Exactly how many?”
Cherokee Bill
“You know, he might could said nincompoop. All right, stay calm, everybody. Don’t… hey, don’t touch nothin’. My name is Cherokee Bill. Now let it be known that I don’t particularly enjoy violence. That being said, you are currently in the company of extremely violent individuals. Try some of that. Ugh. Shit. So, don’t do no stupid shit. All right? You must be the hero. Great Spirit, why is there always one? You’re rude. I might actually enjoy inflicting violence on you. But who knows? Maybe you’ll win. Let’s see. See my point? Now, step aside so that we may conclude our business here without further ado. All right, everybody– no. Put the weapon down, boy. Or we kill everybody on this train. I said put the gun down. It’s okay. Are there any more soldiers on that car? See, that’s all you had to say. Open the door. I said open the damn door. Here we are. My dear battallion. I imagine you have all your artillery aimed at the door. I’d like to inform you that in front of that door lies one of your very own troops. Any bullets coming through that door will hit him first, okay? Oh, I’m not a criminal, sir, um, but my name is Cherokee Bill. What’s your name? Oh, that sounds like fear talking, Mr. Officiant of the Goddamn Law. And we done already hurt a couple people. You’re just going to let us get away Dred Scott free? Also, I’m not a bastard. But you’ve got something we want. We’ve got a soldier that you want. Now I suggest we make a peaceful trade and everybody lives to see another day. Sound dandy? That’s just a flesh wound, sir. You’ve got ten seconds to put your guns down and open up this damn door, or your little kin here shall perish. Goddamn, Trudy. You know I like my countdowns. My apologies, sir. My friend here doesn’t like arithmetic. Be that as it may, seven seconds.”
Cuffee
“Evening, gent. Kindly check your weapon and enjoy the festivities. ‘Cept for Mary’s, naturally. Oh, I got to see to a lot of things, Mr. Love. People see me and they don’t feel too intimidated by what they see. See? No, but you right famous around these parts. Folks say you once cut down three men with one bullet. Now, I ain’t met a man who can do that yet. Excuse me. Evening, gents. Kindly check your weapons and enjoy your evening. Then you can head on over to Jourdan Anderson’s. You can hold your weapon and drink over there. Some folk tend to feel a way, regardless. Get ’em over to Doc Brown’s. Take they guns to the sheriff. They can get ’em back when they leave town. They call me Cuffee.”
“Oh, yes, ma’am. Second floor. Third room on the left.”
The Preacher
“Not at the table, son. Come on. You know better. Father, we are gathered here to share this food in your name. Bless this food into our bodies, O Lord. Bless our hearts and all that we do, O Lord, so that we may walk in your name– I have no idea. No. Leave my family alone. It’s okay. It’s okay. Leave them out of this. Your quarrel is with me. Let’s go outside, take a walk, and handle our business. Please. Please, I’m begging you.”
Eleanor Love
“Mmm-mmm. Grace first. Who would be at this time? Theodore. No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.”
The Scorpion
“Father Esparza? I’m here for the confession… and the collection. You know what happens when you’re late with my coins. Excuse me? Who are you? Those were, uh, different times. Whatever happened between you and I must have been a long, long time ago. No. Please. I… I’m sorry.”
Priest
“Is it over? Why aren’t you taking him in yourself?”
Crimson Hood
“Yeah!”
Crimson Hood 2
“It’s the Nat Love Gang! Jim Beckworth. It’s Grimes with an ‘S,’ you egotistical piece of shit. You know, mama used to say, ‘Jim is such a sweet boy.’ You know what I said? ‘Mama, fuck Jim! Look what he did to my fucking eye!’ You’re not sweet. You’re not sweet. You’re not. You know what? I’d rather be dead than hear this motherfucker keep talking.”
Crimson Hood 3
“Stop firing! Stop firing! It’s one man! We got him pinned! Wait for his head to show, then blow the naps off that motherfucker. Wait for his head to show, then blow the naps off that motherfucker. Be patient. You just killed my brother. Better than you sons of bitches when you find out whose money you done fucked with. You think I’m talking about a bank?”
“Well, well, well. If it ain’t the debonair dipshit himself. Why the fuck would I lie? He gettin’ out. Damned if I know. I just know it’s so. All the gangs are gettin’ set to ride for him again. Half that take was his. And you fools took his money. I guess I am.”
Saloon Thug
“I’d sooner check my right arm, boy. We drinking here, you puny little fuck. Hey!”
Saloon Patron
“This is why I’m here!”
Saloon Patron 2
“Don’t hurt nobody!”
Train Conductor
“What the hell are you doin’ out here? That ain’t no way to board a train, you dam stupid **–“
Train Worker
“Get off this train now, you motherless scum.”
Confederate Soldier
“Stop right there. I said stop. There are. Thirty. Ten!”
Jake
“I’m okay, pa!”
General Abbott
“State your name, criminal. My name is Officiant of the Goddamn Law. You let that soldier go immediately. Leave this train now and no one will be hurt. State your purpose, bastard! Just let the boy go. Jake! Harm hum further and I will kill every last one of you godless sons of bitches.”
Rufus Buck
