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- Is she coming?

- She'll be here.

She was delivering a baby at the Jenkins place,

that's 10 miles from here.

- I asked for a doctor and you get a midwife.

- No one else would come once I told them it was Pa.

- Sara.

Don't talk about me like I'm not here.

I went looking for the devil

and I found him

and I killed him.

- He's getting worse.

- He's a good man, it's not his fault.

Ssh, Jane!

Ssh, Jane, Jane!

- We should leave, Mom.

- It's too late.

No!

Ah!

- Pa, I need you to lie down.

I believe there's something buried in your shoulder

and I'm gonna have to dig it out.

It's giving you fits.

- Please do what she says.

- Martin, I need hot water and bandages quick.

- I'll get them.

- I know there's whiskey in this house.

- In the cupboard.

- Probably drunk it all.

- Martin.

- This world will burn away.

The natural world will reclaim itself.

Nature will be redeemed.

Argh!

- Ma, I need you to set that baby down and come help me.

I can see it.

Argh!

- You're hurting him.

- Argh! - It's infected. Hold him!

- Argh!

- Is that a tooth?

What was that?

- Sounded like coyotes.

Apaches!

- Oh, God!

- Momma!

- This house is cursed!

Sara, get under the table.

- Martin.

- John.

- I

am awake.

- Christmas carols, come join the festive cheer!

Christmas carol, sir?

- No.

- How about you, Mrs. Evans?

- No, thank you, Billy, but y'all have fun.

- Okay, I will.

- Hey, Billy.

- Hey, Arthur.

- Whoo!

- Hey!

- Hey, Billy, go get the doc, go!

Doc!

Doc!

Doctor!

- Hey, hey, hey.

- You gotta come quick, there's been a shooting.

- I know, where?

- The Green, the Green Frog.

- Move, move, step aside!

Step aside, please move!

Sir? Let's get him, put him on the table.

Grab his legs, grab his legs.

Deep breaths, deep breaths, deep breaths.

Deep pressure, hold it, hold him!

- Doc, is he okay?

Doc, is he okay?

- Not now, Dale.

- Get back!

That's enough! Get back!

Go home!

- That's enough!

We're not gonna have this town turn to mob violence!

- He killed Jim Carl!

- And he'll stand trial for it.

- Hang him!

- There's nothing we can do for Jim now.

Y'all just go tend his wife and his children, now go!

Now go home!

- We want justice, Sheriff.

- How's the old man?

- He's dead.

He bled out.

- Oh.

- Go ahead, smile all you want.

Ain't gonna be so funny

when I'm walking you up them gallows.

- It's amusing you think I'll ever see

the inside of a courtroom.

- You got some other plans, do you?

- I do have a previous engagement.

It needn't concern you though.

- I recommend you change them.

I plan on seeing you in Hell by Christmas.

- Oh, well, that'd be a shame,

'cause then you wouldn't get the gift

I got all picked out for you.

- I'm dying to see that.

- Well, ain't that a poor choice of words?

- Frank, did you need me for something?

- Yeah, Doc.

I actually called you here- - Jesus.

- See, the Sheriff ain't embracing

the spirit of the season,

you know, goodwill towards man and all.

Seems he's left me

with quite a headache and in need of some care.

- While you're in there,

why don't you throw a few stitches in his lips?

- Did you watch him go, Doc?

It's kind of funny, ain't it?

They way their eyes get all confused

and then nothing,

lights out.

He was foolish though,

he should've kept to his own counsel

instead of interfering in my affairs.

Oh, Doc,

you have a gentle touch.

I'm sure your wife appreciates that,

don't she?

Oh, you do have a wife now, don't you?

Oh, look like I done struck a nerve.

What happened, huh?

She leave you?

Or maybe she died?

Was it cholera?

Dysentery?

She get kicked in the head by a mule

or she fall down a well?

Was it all of a sudden,

or was it real slow,

and painful?

- You know, when they hang you,

I'll be the one that pronounces you dead.

- Bye, Doc.

- Hey, John.

Sorry, I guess I should've bashed him a little harder.

You didn't deserve to hear all that.

- Night, Frank.

- Good morning.

And there's coffee, I added a little bit of sugar to it.

- There was something I was supposed to do today.

For the life of me, I can't remember what it was.

- Well, you could just stay here with me.

We could do absolutely nothing.

- Well, I'd like that,

but I'm afraid I can't, I'm leaving town today.

- Well, when will you be back?

- I can't say, Daisy.

My work takes me all over.

- You know, I've never known a whiskey peddler

to be so heavily armed.

- It is a dangerous profession.

- Yeah, I can see that.

- Did I upset you?

- No, no, I'm not upset, I just...

I don't know.

- Can I have my shirt please?

- Would it be too forward for me to ask,

that is, if I could,

would you take me with you, Joe?

- Well, now what would your husband say?

- He can hardly call himself a husband these days.

He's married to his work or to the distractions

that occupy every evening at our local whorehouse.

- That's convenient.

- I assure you there is nothing convenient

about a loveless marriage.

- Look, Daisy, I,

I know how this works.

I'm a poor man, I've got nothing to offer you.

I travel all the time, I sleep in bad hotels.

- I mean, you could just say that you're not interested,

- But I am interested.

Look, I'd take you with me if I could.

San Francisco, New York, hell, even Paris.

- I mean, then do it, Joe, let's leave all this behind.

Take me to Paris.

- Well, maybe, maybe Paris, Texas.

- You know, I don't think you're gonna be

peddling whiskey much longer.

- No?

- No.

I am a very wealthy woman.

- Oh, don't be boastful.

- Meet me at the bank this afternoon.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- It's all right, it's all right, it's here for me.

What are you doing here?

- Looking for you.

- What for?

- It's your cousin.

Jackass got himself locked up last night.

Pretty big crowd out here last night,

ready to drop the noose on him.

Sheriff had to talk them down.

- Was it a fair fight?

- I'd hardly call it that, old man wasn't even carrying.

- Mack's an idiot.

- This is gonna mess up our day.

- Nothing's changed, Billy, I got it all worked out.

- It's gonna get a little tricky.

- Fortunately, every distraction can be an opportunity.

- Is that what you call that fair maiden,

whose bed you shared last night?

- She's not just an opportunity, she's the whole plan.

- I'd love to see

what part she plays in all this.

Y'all understand the plan?

- Still don't get why me and Hector

gotta create the diversion.

- Because it's your fault, both of yours,

that Mack's in the cell in the first place.

- Nothing has changed.

The mark is the same.

She's gonna get me in at noon.

- At which time, Shorty, Possum and Keel

will meet us out back.

Smiley, you keep an eye on Mr. Potter.

- You got it.

- You don't think we're rushing this?

- You got a problem with the timing,

take it up with Mack.

- We're done talking.

- Let's roll out.

- You earned it, Billy.

Don't go spend it all at once, son.

- Hey, Jack, I got a whole dollar!

- Watch where you're going, buddy.

- What did you call me?

- You heard me.

- Why don't you go ahead and say it again?

- What are you, deaf?

- Mrs. Potter.

- I'm not so sure about this.

- Which part?

You're not sure about me or you're not sure about Paris?

- What was that?

- Sheriff?

- Oh, hell.

- Son of a bitch! - Hey, hey, hey!

- Stupid.

- Hey, hey, break it up, break it up!

- Get off me, get off!

- Of course I am, it's just I'm not,

I'm not so sure about taking all that money.

- Daisy, it's your money.

It's yours for the taking.

- Son of a- - Dale!

Dale!

Let go!

Knock it off!

- Look, if you're not up to this,

say the word, I'll walk right out that door.

- Hey, excuse me.

Are you from Tuscaloosa?

- I beg you your pardon?

- Yeah, it worked. - Son of a bitch.

- Hey, key's in the desk.

- Would you clear my path?

I suggest you wash in a bathhouse, I can smell your stink.

- Wait, where are you from?

- I don't know, Joe.

- Knock it off!

- You can stay here with your husband and live your life.

- And what business is it of yours?

- You're from Arkansas, ain't you?

- Or,

you take that money

and you see the world with me.

It's your call.

- Yo, what's this all about?

- He called my mother a whore!

- That's her job.

I'm just asking her to go and race.

- Oh yeah?

- Okay.

I'll do it.

- Now, we have got to hurry, got a train to catch.

- Don't touch me!

- All right, all right.

Knock it off!

- Hey, you're ripping my shirt!

- I'm from the great state of Pennsylvania.

- Ah, Pennsylvania.

I've had me many a lover in Pennsylvania.

You one of them?

- Certainly not!

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Let's go!

- Get back here.

- What the hell was that all about?

- I have no idea.

- That's safely in your account, Mrs. Bonnie.

- Excuse me, ma'am?

I think you dropped $5.

- Mrs. Potter, I'm afraid Mr. Potter isn't in today.

- Well, I know that.

I just need to pick something up from his office

- Out of my way!

- Who's this gentleman escorting you?

- Well, this is my cousin.

Look, are you gonna let me in

or should I tell my husband that you don't trust his wife?

- Go.

Go.

- Okay.

Just need to find the key.

The key.

I found it.

- Where's the rest of it?

- What do you mean?

- Where's the gold?

- What gold?

Walter, you're here.

- What the hell's going on in here?

And who the hell are you?

- Sorry, Joe, held him as long as I could.

- Joe?

Joe Goode?

I should have known.

- Joe, what's he talking about?

- You don't know Joe Goode?

He's responsible for robbing 12 of my banks

in the last six months.

- Joe, is that true?

- Yes, but this was the last one.

- And you're not getting one more red cent from me!

- No, I don't want another penny, Mr. Potter,

I want everything you've got.

- You coward.

- Where's the gold?

- Right, hands in the air!

- Nobody move!

- What gold?

- Why does everybody keep asking me that?

This is a bank. You know what gold I'm talking about.

- Get down on the ground.

Hey, you, open the door, you.

- The boys are here.

- Damn it, Mack. Last chance, Mr. Potter.

- Go to hell, Joe Goode.

- Let me shoot him, Joe, let me shoot him.

- No, please.

- Ah!

Smiley, get that safe open.

Mack!

- Hey, cousin, quite a party, ain't it?

- What the hell are you doing?

- What the hell's it look like we doing?

- Don't you move!

- This is supposed to be quiet!

- Well, it's a little late for that now, ain't it?

- What are you looking at? - Get the cash. Let's go.

- You heard him, let's get the cash, come on.

Come on, let's go, boys.

Here, here, go.

- Holy shit, boss!

- I knew it.

- There's gotta be like 50 of these.

- Get that bag.

- Here, here.

- Mack! - Goddammit!

Who was watching him? Here!

- Sheriff, they're robbing the bank!

They're robbing the bank!

- Let's roll, boys, come on.

Let's go.

- We're sitting ducks!

- We gotta get to those horses!

- They're robbing the bank!

- Hey, Joe, you ready to do this?

- Do what?

Get killed? No, thanks.

- All right, boys, let's ride the fire!

Come on!

Yeah!

Come on!

Come on, boys!

- Where's Dale?

Deputy!

Keep your head down.

Bob, take the money, get the horses!

- Mack, where's Joe?

- I don't know, why don't you go find him?

Git!

Y'all meet in El Paso, right?

All right, here we go, here we go. Ready?

Advance!

Advance!

- Get outta here.

- Advance!

- Doc! My boy's been shot.

My boy's been shot, you gotta help us.

Doc. - Pressure, pressure.

- Please.

- Advance!

- Stay back!

Matt, get outta there!

Matt!

- Let go of me!

- I need you. - Unhand her!

- Let go of me! - Unhand her!

- I gotta hand it to you, Potter,

you got good taste in women

and you run a hell of a bank.

My regards.

- Nearly made it, boys! - Shit!

- We gotta get the hell outta here!

Where's them damn horses?

- Come on, please.

Please.

- Breathe, breathe. - Stay with me.

- Matt, what are you doing?

Get outta here, go!

- Up top, up top, Shorty.

- Look out!

Let's go!

- Got him.

- Get your hands off of me!

- I didn't hear you complaining last night.

Uh!

- That's before I knew what you were.

- Now I don't mind you getting a little rough,

but I do prefer the gentle touch.

- All right, drop the gun.

- Take it easy, Sheriff.

I don't wanna hurt anybody.

- A little late for that, isn't it?

Drop the gun, we don't want no more violence.

- You mean until you hang me? Sorry, I got other plans.

- Please don't hurt that girl.

- Hey, Sheriff! - No!

- Hang me now, you son of a bitch!

- That's enough!

What the hell did you do that for?

- You're welcome, cousin.

- Get the horses.

Get the horses!

- You murdering trash!

You let go of me.

- We gotta go!

- Oh, my God!

Has anyone you seen my wife?

- Where's my baby?

Where's my baby?

Help, help me please!

- Who's gonna ride with me?

- Why didn't you stop this?

Coward!

- Don't do it for me, do it for Frank!

- You are joking!

- I've not always been reliable.

- That's horseshit!

- But Frank Books was my friend.

- We can't trust you. - You gotta do something.

- Who's gonna come with me?

- No.

- You had a chance to stop it and you didn't!

- I will.

- Thank you, Doc.

- Whoo hoo, whoo!

- I tell you what, first day,

I'm gonna get the tequila with the worm right in the bottle.

- Yeah!

- My beer. - Shorty, get up here.

Come on down here, have some of this.

Whiskey for me.

- What in the hell are you doing?

- What's the matter?

Oh, that's a waste.

- Why don't you just light off

a couple Chinese fireworks,

so the whole town knows where we are?

- Let them come, we ain't scared.

- That's your problem, Chuck,

you're too stupid to scare.

- If I didn't know no better, Joe, I'd say you're squeamish.

- No, Mack, I just don't like doing things

the hard way is all.

- We got away slick enough. - Take it easy.

- No, I will not take it easy.

I mean, what part of the plan

did you backwater hillbillies not understand?

I had the perfect mark.

We was gonna slip into town and out, quiet as a ghost.

And even when this dumb ass got himself arrested,

I had a plan to get him out.

But you couldn't help yourselves, could you?

No, no, no, you couldn't help yourselves.

I said no shooting!

- You know, I don't appreciate this lack of gratitude,

seeing as how I saved your life back here.

- You didn't have to kill him, Mack.

- Oh, I know.

I wanted to.

- Did you get the gold?

- What gold?

- Oh, me and Joe found a whole mess of gold

in that bank manager's office.

- How much, Joe?

When was you gonna tell us about that, Joe?

- I was getting around to it.

- You were getting around to it, huh?

You're always one step ahead, ain't you?

- Well, it ain't hard with this bunch.

- You know, I think it's time this outfit

had a little more collaboration in its leadership.

- Oh, if it were up to you, everybody would just get shot!

- Starting with you.

- Are you gonna shoot me now, is that it, Mack?

- Thought about it.

- Well, go ahead, shoot me.

I'll give it three seconds before one of these idiots

puts you in the ground.

You've gotta be kidding.

- Sorry, cousin.

We all took a vote.

- You took a vote? Would you talk sense into him?

- Sorry, Joe.

- I don't want there to be no hard feelings between us now.

- You're my least favorite cousin.

- That's hurtful.

You hear that, Joe?

Them coyotes is getting hungry.

- Hands up! - You're gonna hang

for what you've done!

- We've got you surrounded.

Nice plan, Mack.

- All right, boys.

Give them hell!

Fall back!

Fall back!

Argh!

- I got you!

I got Joe good!

- See, boys, this is what happens

when you let the town drunk and cheat lead a posse.

Yeah, you must've been drinking,

if you thought you were gonna sneak up on us,

- Just shoot him and be done with it.

- Kill him, Mack.

- No, I don't think so, boys.

I'm feeling generous today.

I think we're going to let him go.

- What the hell for?

- So he can head back to his town and tell everybody

that he led their fathers and brothers straight to Hell,

but yet he's the only one that survived.

But we ain't gonna let him go empty-handed,

he got to have a reward for his efforts, right?

Oh yeah.

- Hey, Shorty, bring Joe up here.

- Joe's not here.

- What do you mean he's not here?

- He's gone.

- Where's the gold?

- Check Joe's saddlebacks.

- Joe's horse is gone.

- All right, boys, we're gonna mount up.

He can't be far.

Joe, you can't be far!

Right, Joe?

Everything we worked for, he stole.

Let's go get it back.

- Don't move.

- Easy.

- Hey, you're right, it was easy.

Who are you?

- No one of consequence.

And you're Joe Goode.

- Oh, I'm better than good.

That was a joke.

- Not a funny one.

- Tough crowd. Why are you following me?

- You killed my friend.

- Could you be more specific?

- Frank Books, Sheriff Books.

You were there, I saw you ride away.

- I had nothing to do with that, that was my idiot cousin.

- You're a liar.

- Yeah, that's quite an accusation,

for someone pointing a gun at you.

Right, drop it.

- Oh, I know the type.

Desperate man.

- Borrow your horse.

Mine pulled up lame a while back, I had to let her go.

Like most of the women in my life,

she proved to be a disappointment.

- You must be hard to love.

- My momma didn't think so.

- Maybe she's the reason you turned out this way.

- She is.

Did you stitch me up?

- I did.

- That's pretty good work.

You got a real talent with a needle and a thread,

what are you, some sort of dressmaker?

So where are we going?

- Taking you back to town.

- I don't think so.

There's just absolutely nothing I wanna do there.

Who keeps a shotgun that doesn't work anyhow?

- It's old.

It works most of the time.

- Yeah, except when you need it to.

Hey,

I got gold in them saddlebags.

You take it and let me go.

We'll part as Christian Brothers.

Come on, what do you say, dressmaker?

- Be quiet.

I don't hear anything.

- Ssh!

That's the problem.

Off the horse.

- We shouldn't be here.

We should go.

- Is anybody home?

- Hey, did you hear what I said?

This looks like an Apache picnic.

I'm not trying to lose my hair today.

- There's a dead woman inside.

- Oh, you don't say?

- Find a shovel.

- What for? The ground's frozen, what good is that gonna do?

I say we just go back to the horse and get out-

- Damn it, Joe, find something to dig with!

- This is Apache country, dressmaker.

Think I'm gonna lift a hand to help you,

you got another thing coming.

- Don't touch her!

- Hello there.

What's your name?

I'm John,

Dr. John McQueen

from New Salem.

- That makes more sense than dressmaker.

- Miss, are you hurt?

- What are you doing here?

- You two know each other?

- He killed my brother.

- Could you be more specific?

- Look, I'm sure there's a lot to talk about,

but first, I need to know what happened here.

- This is Jane.

I'm Willow,

Willow Polly.

- Take your time.

- It's hard to say.

I don't...

- It's all right.

- I should not have come here.

It's an evil place.

God punished these people and now this child is cursed.

- Who did this to you?

- I don't know,

a-a demon.

Something more.

The-the markings on the wall,

it won't cross the threshold like the Passover,

but every night,

it just stands at the door,

screaming,

desperate to get to us.

That's why I stayed.

- You saved that baby's life.

- Don't thank me.

It comes from the same darkness.

Whatever it is,

it's calling out to me.

- We're taking them with us.

- I see.

Well, I'll tell you what, Doc, to save time,

why don't I just go ahead and dig us four more graves

next to these poor bastards?

- We can't leave them here.

- What do you think is gonna happen when my gang shows up

and you get caught playing wet nurse

to a crazy lady and that baby?

- I don't think she's crazy.

- She's saying a demon killed these people.

- She's tired, she's seen a lot of death here.

- We've both seen a lot of death.

Hell, I once saw a teamster get crushed by a load of lumber.

By the time we peeled them logs back,

there weren't enough of him to fill a soup pot.

But you don't hear me rambling about Passover.

- I know what I saw.

I pray to God you never have to face it.

- If you're gonna say some words,

now's the time.

- All right.

Mrs. Bragge, I will not pretend we were friends.

You invited sin into your house,

I'm sorry it caught up with you.

If your soul is damned along with your children,

may God have mercy.

I will try to deliver this poor creature to a safe haven,

but I cannot make any promises

as to the welfare of her soul.

- Amen.

- Don't let her speak at my funeral.

Would you get that kid to shut up?

She's gonna draw every wolf in this valley.

- I'd be more worried about your musk.

When was the last time you had a bath?

- Yeah, it's been a while.

There's a river down there if you care to join me.

- I'd rather drown.

- What's that kid carrying on about, anyhow?

- She's alone.

- She's got you.

- She does not belong to me.

The world is out of bounds, children need their mothers.

- Seems like you qualify to me.

- Simply because I'm a woman?

- Especially because you're a woman.

- How could you presume to know

what I or any other woman truly wants?

- Miss Polly, it ain't that hard.

In my experience, you get a woman alone,

and smile at her just right,

she'll tell you exactly what she wants.

- I would almost pity your ignorance,

if I didn't detest you so much.

- Okay, let's get out of the open.

Let's head for that treeline, we'll set up camp there.

- All right, Doc, go on ahead.

Find us a nice hotel, a feather bed for me.

- Baby seems to like you.

- She tolerates me.

It's been a burden.

- You wear it well.

- You don't get to choose your lot in life.

Do you have kids?

- I do.

Well, I did.

A daughter.

She's in Heaven

with her mother.

- I'm sorry.

- It's been a burden.

Where do you think you're going?

- I gotta piss.

You wanna hold my hand?

- Make it quick.

- I've had just about enough of this.

- Oh, you have?

- Look, I know you think you're doing the right thing,

but this is going way too far.

- I took the Hippocratic Oath

to help people in all circumstances.

- The hippo what?

- The Hippocratic Oath. - Nobody cares!

Look, you wanna rescue that crazy lady and that baby,

go ahead and do it,

but you've bitten off way more than you can chew

and you are going to get them killed or worse, me.

Now you give me that horse and you let me ride outta here,

I'll mislead my gang,

and you and her can ride off into the sunset.

All you gotta do is take these damn chains off me.

What do you say?

- Let's get one thing straight, Joe.

We are not friends.

We are not partners.

You are my prisoner.

I'm taking you to town to face trial.

Now if you need to piss, piss,

or piss your pants, I don't care.

- Enough. Let's go.

- Shoot it!

Shoot it, shoot it, shoot!

Not me, it!

- What?

- Run!

- What do you think, Doc?

Think you can stitch him up?

- My horse.

- Hey, I'm just as upset as you are.

I like horses more than I like most people.

What the hell was that thing?

- That I don't know.

- And it weren't a man though, was it?

- No.

No, I don't think so.

- Doc.

- Hey, should I dig it a grave?

- They're all crushed.

I-it's all gone.

I don't have anything to feed her.

Without the horse, we're stranded.

It's too far back to any town.

- She's finally making sense.

- Shut up.

I'll think of something.

I'll come up with a plan.

- Hey, I got an idea.

How about we wait for that thing to come back

and we can milk it?

- Joe, if you don't shut your mouth!

- Hey, I didn't hear anybody else make a suggestion.

- Wait, wait!

I think I have an idea.

Okay, so this is us.

The town is that way.

It's at least two days on foot.

We have no horses.

There's no way she'll make it without eating.

But across ridges,

there's a trading post, used to be a trading post,

right on the other side.

It would have supplies, it would have provisions.

We could make it.

- But that's going backwards.

- Like I said, it's a risk.

- That place has been abandoned for years.

What if there's nothing there?

- I don't know.

- I say we do it.

- You sure?

- It's our only hope.

And if it's still operating,

maybe we can trade for a horse there.

- I wouldn't get your hopes up.

We don't have much to trade.

- Just give them Joe.

He's worth something.

- Flattered. - You think?

- But y'all don't even wanna know what I think, huh?

- You don't get an opinion.

- Well, all right, Moses, lead us to the promised land.

- We'll leave our gear out here,

just in case.

- In case what?

- Charming.

- Morning to you, strangers.

- My companions and I are in need of supplies.

- This is the place.

Name's Big Earl.

- Is there a Little Earl?

- You wanna meet her?

- No.

- We need milk.

We have a baby.

- Baby?

Well, we might have some milk or in the cans.

We're not much a resupply around here,

only what we take in trade.

Go ahead, take a look.

Are you folks hungry?

- Starved.

- Thirsty too.

Suddenly not so thirsty.

- Don't think those were clean before he touched them.

- Salut!

- Otto, get these folks some stew.

- Thank you, Otto.

Smells good. What is it?

- Irishman stew.

Say, that baby, she's got pretty skin,

like you.

Why aren't you breastfeeding that baby?

- Otto, let them eat. Go tend to their horses.

- Oh, we did...

Don't have any.

- You come by here on foot?

- I'm afraid so.

- What was it, horse thieves?

- No.

Must have been a...

Bear.

- Might have been them skin walker savages.

We've killed a few,

but they breed like rabbits.

Can't be too careful out there.

There's only blood in them hills.

- You like pie?

- I, er...

I like pie all right.

- I make a gooseberry pie.

Oh, you'll love it.

We ain't got no butter around here.

I use bear grease, tastes just as good.

I'll go get us some and we'll share it.

- What the hell, Joe?

- I know you're not much of a people person,

so I would not eat that if I were you.

- Why?

- Irishman stew's got a little too much

Irishman in it for my taste.

- Lord have mercy.

- They're cannibals.

- What do we do?

- I don't know.

- Hey.

Joe.

- How's the food?

- We gotta get outta here.

- Why?

- Something wrong with the stew?

- Not at all. We liked it.

Just got a flavor we can't quite put our finger on.

- Well, if you don't like it,

why don't you take it up with our cook?

Say Clyde, these fellas would like to file a complaint.

- Earl,

don't you tease your granny.

You bring me one of them pickles.

- I'll get it for you, Granny.

I'll save the big one at the bottom for me.

- Yeah.

Have a little nibble.

- No, thank you.

- I'm being hospitable,

and you insult me in my home?

Take a bite.

- How much do I owe you?

- This is a trading post.

- Yeah.

- You gotta have something in trade.

Let me see,

four cans,

being sharp to that red eye and the stew.

Hm, I figure,

gimme that baby, we'll call it square.

- Yeah.

- What did you say?

- Well, if you ain't willing to part with the baby,

leave the woman.

She looks real fresh.

- Trust me, you don't want her.

- Doc.

- You know what?

I've got something better.

That ought to do it.

- Aye,

that'll do it.

- You know, I'd just like to point out

that whenever I am offered a vegetable

that's been stewed in another man's juices,

it's always been my policy to refuse it.

- But you'll eat a dead man stew?

- Just glad it wasn't me.

- Hey, Joe.

- What?

- Did it taste like chicken?

- That's very funny.

Thank you very much.

I will partake, I don't care where you got this.

That was close.

- It's stalking us.

- Why do you say that?

- I don't know, the way it came after the Bragges.

Maybe it's trying to finish what it started.

- Animals act off instinct.

- It's more than an animal.

Not quite a man, either.

Most men are savages enough.

- So you're trying to tell me that I'm as bad

as those man eaters, is that it?

- Evil has many faces.

- Just like your brother's.

- Don't you dare!

Talk about my brother.

- Maybe you're right, maybe I am a bad man

and maybe that demon is after that kid.

So if she's so evil, why don't you do her a favor?

Put her out of her misery.

- I don't know!

Instinct.

When your heart is good, you don't know how to be evil.

- You sure think a lot of yourself, don't you?

Hey,

maybe the devil sent that thing to kill you

for all the good you've been doing.

- Now you're an expert on the devil?

- Well, I just no longer believe in what I don't believe in.

- You're mad. She's got you figured out.

- How's that?

- Because you're a thief and a killer.

No matter how you look at it, Joe,

you don't come out as a saint.

- I did not kill your brother,

and I sure as hell didn't kill your friend.

- Ah, you may not have pulled the trigger,

but you did it all the same.

- I get it.

- Get what?

- That you're not here out of revenge, are you?

No, you're here out of guilt. You feel guilty.

- I feel guilty?

- Yes, yes, because you're a doctor.

You're a do-gooder, your hypocrite oath,

or whatever the hell you call it.

You're supposed to save people,

and you couldn't even save your own wife and kid.

Kind of like you killed them yourself.

Uh!

- That's enough, Doc.

- You know what, Joe?

You're right, I couldn't save them.

It makes you feel helpless.

I can't describe that feeling, Joe.

- What is that?

- The cannibals.

Run!

Get low!

If the blizzard hits the ridge, you can lose them there.

I'll draw them away.

Go!

- Hey!

You know how to use that thing?

Got it!

- Hey!

Damn it!

- You boys spread out.

They couldn't have got far.

Go that way!

You hear that?

Apaches!

You see anything?

Stay low!

Stay low!

- Argh!

Uh!

- No, wait!

- Uh!

Uh!

- Hey.

- You should have give me that baby.

- Friend.

Friend.

Friend.

- I speak English.

- We mean you no harm.

- What people mean and what people say is very different.

That child's father has awakened the great evil.

We seek to destroy it before it's too late.

- Where are you going?

- The beast is still hungry.

Get that child to safety.

You must leave these hills.

This is the place of your death.

- Whoo hoo hoo!

Free as a bird.

Thanks, amigo.

Hey, do you wanna see something shiny?

Don't you go getting any ideas?

All right, 70-30.

60-40, but that is my final offer.

Let's see what else we got.

Oh no.

No, no, no, no, no, no, Joe, Joe, you stupid son of a...

Ah.

Argh!

Ah, ah!

Damn kid.

- You forget something?

- You did.

- You came back.

- Well, I had to.

Doc has my rig, I wasn't about to leave that behind.

We should camp in the high ground tonight,

it's fixing to get cold.

- He'd make a good father.

You, on the other hand.

- No, thank you.

- You'd have to love someone more than yourself first.

- No chance of that.

- Is that what you were gonna spend all that gold on,

yourself?

- Damn right.

I stole it.

- On what?

- What do you care?

- Just curious.

- Well, I...

I can't think of anything.

- Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like

to live an honest life?

- You mean like you?

- I do my best.

I try to be a good person every day.

- It sounds exhausting.

- So does your life, always on the run?

- Always on the chase, there is a difference.

- You're trying to convince yourself.

- You say I'm on the crooked path,

and you're on the straight and narrow.

But here we find ourselves,

huddled together under these stars.

- God has a sense of humor.

- Well, so does the devil apparently.

- He said you'd come back.

- Did he?

- He said that when you realized you had Jane's milk,

you'd come back.

I have to say that I was a bit surprised.

- People ain't always as black and white

as you make them out to be, Willow.

- What about my brother?

- What about him?

- He didn't change.

He died an outlaw.

- Well, I wouldn't say that.

Before he died, he,

he gave it all up.

- You're just trying to make me feel better.

- Hm.

It's true.

Said he was tired of running,

left the game, got himself an honest job.

- I wanted so badly to believe in him.

I saw his potential.

It's too late now.

- That sounds pretty faithless.

- Hm!

Ugh!

Oh!

Oh, maybe the honest life would suit you.

- I doubt it.

Yeah, you get...

Where is he?

- They're gone.

Doc.

Doc.

Doc!

Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

Ah!

Doc.

Take her.

- It's okay, it's okay.

You're all right, you're all right.

- Oh. - It's okay.

- I can't feel my legs.

- Okay.

- Is she all right?

- She's fine.

You did good, you did really good.

- I'm sorry.

- No.

You saved us.

You saved us.

- Hey, there.

Hey, there.

Look at you.

So precious and sweet.

- Willow?

- Hey, Doc, this wind, we can try...

Oh no.

I lied to her.

The last thing I said to her was a lie,

about her brother,

I said he died an honest man,

but it wasn't true.

Maybe she's right.

Maybe we are just all evil.

- You gotta help us.

- Well, what do we have here?

- Missed you, Joe.

- I'm sure you did, Smiley.

- Ain't this a strange sight, baby and all?

Mack's gonna be tickled pink when he sees this.

- Hm.

Oh! - Don't touch her.

- Damn, Joe.

What happened to this bitch?

- Why don't you stick around and find out?

- Oh, afraid we can't do that.

Mack's gonna wanna talk to you.

- Let's go.

- You're a little light on horses, huh?

- Shorty took off.

- Shorty.

How's your arm, Doc?

- Strange.

- Strange, how?

- I don't even feel it.

- Unreal.

- Aw, your arm must be tired.

Here, let me help.

Hey, Mack,

got a reunion for you.

- Well, I ain't a believer,

but if this ain't a sign from God, I don't know what is.

"Dear Lord," I said, "deliver my enemy into thine hands."

And here you are

just like a Christmas present,

wrapped up in a tiny little bow.

You like my new duds?

I figure if I'm gonna lead this gang,

I'd better dress the part,

time for me to seduce all them married women.

And who is this little angel?

- Oh, found her with Joe.

Along with this fella. Didn't get his name.

- Well, that'd be Doc. What the hell you doing out here?

Keep strange company.

That's about enough of the reminiscing.

Where's our gold, Joe?

- What's with all the dynamite?

You boys gonna do the world a favor and blow yourselves up?

- Same old Joe, ain't he?

Jokester, this one.

- Well, we're robbing trains now.

Ain't that right, Mack?

- That's right.

No more petty little banks in some busted boom town.

It's time for the real score, ain't it, boys?

- Yes, sir.

- Well, that's good, Mack, 'cause ah,

well, I lost the gold.

- You lost the gold?

See, now,

your Uncle Joe thinks he's funny, don't he?

We'll see how much he's laughing,

when I snap your little neck.

- You touch that child, I'll kill every single one of you.

- Joe, just give up the gold and we'll let you live.

- No, we won't.

He don't get to walk outta here this time.

And I swear to you by God,

if you don't tell me where that gold is,

I'm gonna take my time,

especially with this one.

- Oh, no fair, Mack, let me do it.

- And here, I thought we were friends, Smiley.

- Well, you ain't got no friends, not anymore.

- Where

is our gold?

- I don't have it, but, but I can get it if-

- Smiley, take Doc in them woods

and cut him up in tiny little pieces.

Maybe Joe will come to his senses.

- I can get you the gold if you take us back

to where you found us! - Or maybe the baby

in the cooking pot. - No, no, no, no, no.

For the love of, listen to me, Mack, you son of a bitch.

- Throw it in the pot!

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, Mack, Mack,

please, please, please, please, please listen.

- Don't you let him hurt her, Joe!

- It's all right, it's okay, Doc.

- Don't you let him hurt her!

- We hurting kids now?

- We hurting kids now.

- I mean, it's a baby, I don't want any part of that, Mack.

Uh!

- You scared?

You ought to be. Git!

- Get out of my way! - Oh!

- Anybody else got something to say?

Last chance, smart ass.

Something funny?

- You're what's funny.

Yeah, you just lack imagination.

You always have.

After all that speech, you're just gonna blow my head off,

is that it?

I've been sitting here for five minutes

dreaming up all the different ways I wanna kill you.

It's a damn shame I only get to pick one.

- All right, cousin.

Uh!

- Damn, you even walk like a dead man.

- Whoo!

Yeah!

- Come on, cousin.

- Kick his ass, Mack.

- Whoo! Yeah!

- Come on, cousin,

I thought you could fight better than that.

- Beat him!

Kill him!

Yeah, kill him, Mack, kill him!

- Aw!

What's the matter?

Are you afraid it's gonna hurt?

You are right.

Are you done, hm?

Good, go ahead.

Save me the bullet.

- What in the hell is she doing up there?

Come on.

- That doesn't sound like her.

- Stop!

- Come on, get up, get up!

Get up!

Uh!

Uh!

- When you get to Hell, you tell my momma I said hello.

Uh!

- You tell her yourself.

- Run!

Run, Joe!

Do that!

- Get out of here!

- Like hell! You're coming with us.

- No, I'm not.

- Oh, God.

- You're a good man, Joe.

- Don't tell no one.

- Is this what you're looking for?

- The bloodstain of those lives is on your hands.

We have to satisfy the demands of the law.

But this court

cannot ignore

the selfless care that you gave to a defenseless child,

a child that would not be alive today,

except for your actions.

- And John.

- I beg your pardon?

- Your Honor.

My client would like it on the record,

that Dr. John McQueen and Miss Willow Polly

aided in the rescue of the child.

- So noted, Mr. Goode.

I will give

a life for a life.

You will serve 10 years in a territorial prison.

- What?

- What? - No.

- You'll serve five years without any possibility of parole.

- Is that all? - He needs to be hung!

- He killed my son!

- I will have order in this court.

Mr. Goode,

do you understand my ruling as I have explained it?

- Yes, Your Honor.

- Then reflect,

and recommit in the next years

and join the path of righteous and wise men.

This court is adjourned.

- Well, considering your neck is not in the noose,

I'd say that rather went well.

10 years is no stretch at all.

- Excuse me, is this the four o'clock train for Santa Fe?

- Oh, you're a bit early, mister,

this here's the three o'clock bound for San Francisco.

You just wait here, you won't miss it.

- Thank you.

- Afternoon.

- Okay, girls, let's go.

- All aboard!