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[inspirational music]

[light mysterious music]

[gentle music]

[mysterious whooshing]

[ethereal chiming]

[rumbling]

[wind blowing]

[distant engine rumbling]

[suspenseful music]

[engine rumbling]

[wind blowing]

[music increases]

[gasps]

[engine sputtering]

- [bell tolling] - [bird cawing]

[men grunting]

[ominous music]

[grunts and sighs]

- Oh! - [woman gasps]

[soft thudding]

[grunting]

[bird cawing]

- Daddy? - [grunts]

While you was gone.

Don't go in, Lula.

We'll wait for Grandpa, he had it already.

[cawing continues]

[grunts]

[shakily breathing]

Are you gonna get sick?

- No. - [whispers] You promise?

- [sniffles] - No, Lu, no.

Hey. No, I ain't gonna get it.

Hey. Hey, don't look.

It's gonna be alright.

- [sighing] We're gonna be okay. - [horses neighing]

[clattering]

[man] Easy, boys. Easy! Whoa!

[horse snorting]

[door creaking]

[wind blowing]

[melancholic music]

You were a good boy.

"Fear thou not, for I am with thee.

Be not dismayed, for I am thy God.

- I will shelter thee. - [glass shatters]

- Yea, I will help thee. - [fire whooshing and crackling]

Yea, I will uphold thee

with the right hand of my righteousness."

[music continues]

[light ominous music]

[door creaking]

[heavily breathing]

[gun cocks]

[clattering]

Here. Find the line on the back page.

Put your name there.

The one that says "Heir."

- What is this? - Land. Wind River Range.

My grandpa fought the Kiowa for it.

My pa fought the cattlemen.

It's supposed to be your father's.

Is that where we're going?

We're going to your aunt's in Kansas.

[melancholic music]

When I die, you get this place and everything on it.

But 'til then,

you'll live with your aunt Tess.

Best that I can do.

[water softly lapping]

[grunts] Come on.

- [woman 1] Four bits. - You burnt the bridge.

Lightning burnt the bridge, way-fella.

That's unfortunate.

[ferryman] Yeah, it is.

[woman] Four bits.

[horse distantly neighing]

[shouts] Four bits!

[grandpa] We were here first. You can take the next ride.

It's a very small ferry and there's weather coming.

They want four bits for the ferry.

[Bill] You got four bits, grandpa?

Four bits, I say.

Loan a brother a fare.

We'll spot you the fare, mister.

I ain't asking you.

Well...

...I believe this is the first time

I've ever liked the sight

of a silver star.

[grandpa] Lula.

Lula.

We met.

- You remember? - No, she don't know you.

- Okay? - [whispers] Jack.

You scared of me?

You scared of me, Silver Star?

Get away from her, now.

I know who you are.

- [horse neighing] - Huh?

[chuckles]

Who am I?

- You're Cut Throat Bill. - [crank squeaking]

[Bill] You make that name up, old man?

Who says I am?

Western Union, for one.

They got a price on me?

I don't know about that.

[grumbling]

Last I heard, it was $10,000.

You gonna collect it?

[squeaking continues]

Lu...

Lula, you got a price on you?

- How much? I just wanna know. - You leave her be now.

Look at this old man, he's shittin' himself.

He don't even know what to do...

[laughing] whether to sink or swim.

- [crank stops] - [gun cocks]

- [gasps] - [guns cock]

[bird cawing]

Oh, look.

He's got a little gun.

We don't want no trouble.

You want trouble...

...as soon as you draw on me.

[squeaking continues]

[groaning]

Bang.

[Bill chuckles]

Bang.

We're all family.

[groaning]

- [rope snaps] - [gunshot]

[rattling]

[groans]

- There's a doctor in Sylvester. - Holy hell.

Just a scratch, he'll fix it up.

[laughing] Whoo!

I've never heard it s... sting like that.

[laughs]

There's only one thing we're gonna do about that.

[gun cocks]

[ominous music]

- [gunshot] - Grandpa!

[grandpa groaning]

[gun cocks]

I'm un... I'm unarmed.

You think I care?

- [gunshot] - [Lula] Grandpa!

- [grunts] - [horses neighing]

[echoing Lula screaming]

[dark music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[wind blowing]

[door opens]

- Uh, we're closing up. - Oh, shame.

It's only mint.

Sorry?

You ain't got no licorice?

[man] Just what's there. But we're closing.

Girls like licorice.

What's that there?

- That there? - You hear okay?

Can you see me?

I see.

You think I'm pretty, don't ya?

I believe that there is, um, horehound.

[softly chuckles]

Well, now you try and kill me?

- [breathing nervously] - Huh?

I can't have no hard candy.

What are these right here? They're... they look soft.

I don't know.

You don't know your own candy?

I just don't, um...

Fellas, you gonna... you gonna buy all that?

We're just browsing.

[gun cocks]

Now... you're gonna put all the money in a sack

and give me all them candy sticks you got.

[cash register dings and rattles]

[wind blowing]

That right here, that's licorice.

[softly grunts]

[shakily breathing]

[soft chiming]

[groaning]

Go on.

Suck it.

Harder.

[loudly sucking]

- [dog barking] - [man] You alright, miss?

- Where am I? What town? - Sylvester.

That's my daddy's store.

Run. They'll shoot you!

Run!

[ominous music]

- [gunshot] - [man screaming]

- [screaming] Fuck! - [crying]

[gunshot]

[pants and screams]

[gunshot]

[horse neighing]

[echoing Lula screams]

[shakily breathing]

[screams] Lula!

Lula!

[sobs]

Grandpa?

"Fear thou not,

for I am with thee.

Be not dismayed,

for I am thy God. I will...

I...

I... I will help..."

[sobbing]

[ominous music]

Lula!

[softly] I'm sorry.

Lula!

Lula!

[crowd indistinctly yelling]

[man 1]...he killed Marvin Taylor and his son.

- [woman 1] Hang him! - [woman 2] Hang him!

[man 2] Marvin Taylor's dead!

[woman 3] I saw him. He's Cut Throat Bill.

[screaming]

Wait! Wait! Hey! Hey!

I need to talk to him! Hey!

Where's Bill taken the girl?

Where's he taken my sister?

- [thud] - [grunts]

[woman 4] Let me go!

- Let me go! - [man 3] Hey! Where the hell

- do you think you're going? - [woman 4] Mountie!

- Don't you dare. - Somebody!

- Get in there! - Somebody!

- I said, get in there! - Get off me!

[yelling continues]

Just get off me!

[glass shatters]

- [man 4] Pull him up. - Load him up.

[choking]

[laughs]

Wait! Hey! Let me talk to him! Please!

Tell me where Bill's going!

Tell me, I'll say a prayer for you! Please!

- [thuds] - [groans]

[yelling continues]

[ominous music]

[wind howling]

[Lula] Where are you taking me?

My brother's gonna come looking for me.

Your brother?

He's dead.

All of them back there,

just got lost in the fray, is all.

- That's a lie. - It ain't.

I seen him.

You're lucky I saved you.

You'll learn to say, "Thank you."

[uncorks bottle]

Let me look at it.

- Nah, Billy. - Mm.

[sharply exhales and groans]

[groans and muffled screams]

Fuck!

[groans]

Here.

Thank you, Billy.

[cocks gun]

[Lula shakily breathing]

[softly sobs]

[whimpers]

[gun cocks]

- [gunshot] - [screams]

[horses neighing]

[man laughs]

[gun cocks]

- [gunshot] - [screams]

- [horses neighing] - [crying]

[sobbing]

You should learn how to shoot, girl.

[birds cawing]

[scratching]

[gasps and shakily breathes]

[Jack] Where am I?

- Graveyard. - [Jack groans]

I was supposed to bury you if you didn't wake up.

The others that were with him,

you see which way they went?

Only Bill, the bank robber.

I... I thought her name's Cut Throat.

He's got a lotta names.

- [groans] - Cut Throat, Two Smiles.

- It's a she. - What?

Bill is a she. Do you know where they went?

They rode north.

[scratching continues]

Which way is the Sheriff's office?

[man] It ain't no sheriff.

- What? - Ain't no sheriff in this town,

hence the fresh graves.

- Is that your wagon? - Belongs to Jones.

- Well, I got money... - It belongs to Jones.

Who's Jones?

[saloon music playing]

Well, there's the wee grave's man.

We're done.

Is he buried?

Six deep.

Did you measure?

- I did. - Mm.

Used a ladder, I'll be bound.

[laughter]

$2.

Uh, you don't appear to have dug.

My partner digs, I collect.

Hmm. Well, $1.

Two was the agreement.

[Bailey] One digger, $1.

$2 for a grave, mister.

Alright.

I tell you what.

I'll give you $1 for the grave and, uh,

$1 for a dance.

- I'd pay the man, Bailey. - Oh, no, I saw down in St. Louis,

three or four of these fellas. They're as jolly as gypsies.

Whee!

- [laughing] Come on now. - Yeah, well,

you got the wrong notion, mister.

We dug the grave, now pay me and leave the rest alone.

- I said, come on now. - Leave it.

- Do you know who I am? - I don't give a fuck who you are.

We dug your grave. Now pay me.

Or what?

[Bailey] Ain't exactly a fair fight there, stubs.

- Won't be a fight. - [man] Bailey.

- [knife ringing] - [groaning]

- Oh, God! [groans] - [thuds]

Stop!

[Bailey heaving]

- [blade ringing] - [screams]

- [gun cocks] - [Bailey whimpering]

Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!

- Hey, now. - [Jones] Don't!

[whimpering continues]

[shouting] Well, go after him, God damn it!

[upbeat music]

- Go, go! Get! Get! - [horses neighing]

Y'all just stood there!

The whole time!

Like clockwork.

- [gun cocks] - [gunshot]

- Move! Go! - [gunshot]

- [gunshots] - Let's go!

[engine rumbling]

[gasps]

Go get the horses!

Who the fuck is that?

My name is Jack Parker, my sister...

- [gunshot] - Oh!

Stay down and shut up.

[Jack] That fella told me you'd help.

Yeah, he also told me his mother was a wolf.

[Jack] Bill stole my sister.

Broke neck, the bank robber. And there's a bounty on her.

- Evidently, Bill's a she. - I heard that rumor. How much?

- It's $10,000. - Split three ways?

- You wanna go bounty huntin'? - It's a lot of money.

[music continues]

- [gun cocks] - You ever shoot a man?

No. I'm a Christian.

Oh, God.

- What is that thing? - It's a telescope,

for viewing all things greatly removed.

- Where'd you get it? - Annie Oakley.

The fact is, we are two against whosever after us

and God knows how many this Cut Throat has.

Three against, now.

Two against.

You're a Christian.

[gunshot]

[horses distantly neighing]

Oh, you hit that man.

Ah!

That wasn't even half a mile.

It's a losing proposition, Jake.

- Oh, it's Jack. - [thuds]

Hey, I'll help you.

- This goes right here? Okay. - Yeah.

Hey, wait. I... I got money.

I got money, we can work this out.

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

He's just a kid, Reg.

He's...

He's got m... money.

Reg.

Take care, boy.

No. Wait, come on. There's a way we can work this out.

- [Jones] Nah. Ah, sure you can. - [Jack] I can help.

You're gonna need help on the road. I... I can be of assistance.

- We can work this out. No. - Get outta the way, Christian.

She's out there by herself and she needs me and I need you.

- Please, Eustace. - Look, man,

- if you do find her... - What are you doing?

- ...it's probably not the sister you remember. - Okay.

God damn it.

[Jones] You think we can go now?

- [Eustace] Alright, let's just go. - [engine starts]

Where to?

Well, we got, uh, $5 between us.

Ain't no stopping in the next town.

[horse distantly neighs]

Look who turned a horse thief.

[ominous music]

[man speaking Native American language]

[echoing indistinct whispering]

What is this made out of?

Cotton.

Someone get it for you?

My mama.

Yeah?

She think you'd look pretty in it?

[scoffs]

Yeah.

[birds cawing]

So...

...pretty don't survive.

Get up.

Take it off.

[laughing]

Take it off, I said.

[man whispers] Yeah.

[horse distantly neighing]

Oh, yeah.

Nice and slow.

[sobs]

Are you crying?

[whistling]

[laughing]

[horse neighing]

Slim, give her your shirt.

[laughs]

- That's good. - Give her your shirt.

[softly] Shit.

[sighs] Damn it.

[Lula shudders]

[chuckles and whispers] Oh, I'm gonna take that later.

[fire crackling]

[echoing indistinct whispering]

- [light snoring] - [fire crackling]

[whispers] Jones! What are you doing?

I'm robbing the kid. What are you doing?

You'll wake him.

There's a posse after us.

He's either gonna slow us down or sell us out.

- What? - $10,000,

and they don't know we're coming.

Could be we got a chance.

God... damn it.

- [gasps] - Hey, no. Stay down.

You work for me. Three ways on the bounty.

I say what, I say when. Yeah?

- Okay. - Okay.

Give your money to Eustace. You're too easy to rob!

Give me here. Gi... give.

It was all a dream. Go back to sleep.

Sleep.

[indistinct chatter]

We're gonna need rifles and cash if you want him back.

Ow! [groans]

- How much? - 100 now...

...and 100 when we return.

Here.

[softly] Here.

What's this? $20?

It's all the cash I have, boys.

Okay, okay.

If it takes more than a day

to catch a midget in a hearse,

you take this to any Western Union.

They'll wire me, I'll wire you.

Everybody's happy, okay?

What is that? Come on, Bailey!

[sighs] Ah!

[sighs]

The full faith and trust of the town of Sylvester,

Deputy Simon Deasy.

And his brother...

- Malachi. Malachi. - ...Malachi. I only have one star, boys.

[sharply exhales]

- Damn it. - [Bailey] Yes!

Attaboys!

I will see you in a day or two,

I have no doubt.

[groaning] Oh, my God.

[melancholic music]

[wind blowing]

[engine rumbling]

[loud squeaking]

[hammering]

- We should keep going. - [Jones] No.

They have to stop too, and we're faster than them.

[Jack] Not once they hit them hills.

[fire crackling]

You suppose there's people on other planets?

Oh, sure. Good, decent people.

Where are your folks, Jack?

[music continues]

Smallpox.

When was that?

Ma, on September 28th.

And then Pa, two days later.

Hell of a month you've had.

- You got any kin? - Ah, no.

[Jack] No ma or pa?

No.

"Fear thee not,

- for I'm with thee. - [bird hooting]

There is providence in the fall of the sparrow."

Providence?

Grandpa could say.

He knew the Bible front to back.

That's not the Bible.

Hmm?

[clears throat] "Fall of the sparrow,"

that part's not the Bible. That's Hamlet.

Where's Grandpa now?

Oh.

[music continues]

"Fear thou not, for I am with thee.

Be not dismayed, for I am thy God.

I strengthen thee and I will help thee."

Isaiah.

- You know the Bible? - No, I do not.

Sat inside a talking saint one summer,

penny a verse for the flat heads.

I hate to break up your revival,

but we need horses.

[birds cawing and hooting]

- I need to pee. - [horse snorting]

I gotta go.

Well, go on, be quick about it.

[bird cawing]

Get moving!

Don't make me whip you.

[laughter]

[grunts and pants]

[horse neighing]

- [branch cracks] - Ow!

[birds cawing]

[indistinct grumbling]

[groaning] Oh, yeah.

I told you I was gonna come around.

- [gasps] - You be a good girl now.

- Yeah. - [crying]

- [heavily breathing and grunting] - Fuck you!

- Hold 'er down, Fatty. - [Lula crying] No! No!

- You gonna get wet for me, little girl? Huh? - [crying] No!

You gonna get nice and wet for Daddy?

- Whoo! - [muffled crying]

[laughter]

[Fatty] All you've ever done is pee, girl!

- All you've ever done is pee! - [Lula crying]

[laughter continues]

- [glass shatters] - Fuck!

[screaming] Get away from me! Get away!

- [groaning] - She was trying to get away, Billy.

[crying] He was on top of me!

- She's lying. - [Lula crying] No, I wasn't. I swear.

It ain't nothing, Billy. It ain't nothing, Billy.

Ain't nothing, Billy.

- Oh, my God! - Fuck!

- [flesh squelching] - [whimpers]

- [indistinct mumbles]...say to me? - My mistake, Billy!

- I just stopped it for ya. - [screaming]

You didn't stop it?

- Billy, please! Please. - I'll pinch you.

- I'll pinch you up. - Come on, Billy!

Let 'em go! Let 'em go!

- Fuck! - [laughing]

[crying]

- [thud] - [groans]

[ominous music]

Lay back.

♪ Down in the valley ♪

♪ The valley is so low ♪

♪ Hang your head over ♪

♪ Hear the wind blow ♪

- [gasps] - ♪ Know I love you dear ♪

- ♪ Know I love you ♪ - [Bill humming]

♪ Angels in heaven ♪

- ♪ They know I love you ♪ - [humming continues]

♪ If you don't love me ♪

♪ Love who you please ♪

♪ Put your arms around me ♪

♪ Give my heart ease ♪

[music continues]

[birds chirping]

- [indistinct chatter] - [horse neighing]

I'll pay extra for the hat.

- Thank you. - $70 is too much to pay for those horses.

You tell them that.

Where's Bill? They see her?

A day ago. They split up.

Your sister, she's still alive.

The fat one and another one

went that way towards No Enterprise.

Bill and the rest, they went up in them hills.

Yeah. We'll follow Fatty into No Enterprise.

Well, I'm going where my sister went.

I ain't following some fat man to God knows where.

Okay. Hey, Jake!

We ride into those hills and they pick us off like flies.

This way, we're ahead of 'em. You see the difference?

Come on, now.

[horse snorting]

[Jack] Bill got a price on her.

She ain't likely to come riding down them hills into this town.

Yeah.

Betting she's setting up a rendezvous.

- Fat one will know where. - [Jack] You plan to just ask him?

I am.

We'll check the bars. You check the hotel.

- You think he'll recognize you? - [Jack] I don't know.

[Jones] Well, then, pull your hat down.

- [indistinct chatter] - [clattering]

[horses neighing]

- [car horn honking] - Ooh!

[horse neighing]

[saloon music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[dog barking]

What happened there, boy?

You get kicked by a horse?

W... what?

Mm. Divine, ain't she?

But she ain't ready yet, friend.

No. I... I'm, I'm here looking for a, a fat fella.

My... my cousin.

- Yes. Looking for your cousin? - [sneezes]

- You seen him? - Well, I don't know, let's look.

- Is that him right there? Are you sure? - No, no, that's not him.

- Yeah, no he's, uh... - Harold?

- Excuse me. - [off-key notes]

Our friend over here is missing his cousin.

Do you have a cousin of a Caucasian variety?

Well, Harold says, "No," and I trust Harold with my life.

I think you ought to look elsewhere for this cousin of yours.

Hey. What'd you mean

when you said she wasn't ready yet?

Mm!

Why does men have such an insatiable desire

for that which he cannot have?

[sighs] She's just passing through, boy.

And besides,

she's too sad!

Needs to learn to smile a little bit.

Over there, like a wet hound left outta the hunt.

How much?

"How much," he says. Have a seat, boy.

Now, this young lady over here

is still in training.

Sit down.

You know what that means?

That means she's not yet broke in.

She can't handle a big hunk of man like yourself.

[chuckles]

Yeah, well, maybe that's how I like 'em.

[man chuckling] I bet you do, boy.

You gotta see her smile, though.

Smile for us, Daffodil.

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

Hey, that's not a smile.

- Smile for us! - [Jack] Hey, hey.

$1.

This must be true love!

This man thinks you are worth one whole dollar.

- The flattery that must be coursing through your veins. - Alright, alright, fine.

That's better.

I like you, boy.

I'll let you take her for a spin.

- Hey, hey. - [Jack grunts]

Hands and mouth only. You hear?

- Mm-hmm. - Good.

[sighs]

[snaps fingers]

[beds squeaking]

[woman moaning and laughing] Oh, yeah!

[moaning continues]

[door closes]

I seen you in Sylvester.

I seen you getting pushed into a wagon by that man downstairs.

I don't know what you're talking about, mister.

I know I seen you, I know.

My name's Jack Parker.

- Jack Parker. - Yeah.

What's yours?

Jimmie Sue. Sue.

- You don't belong here, Sue. - Well...

...I'm here, ain't I?

That man stole you.

- Didn't he? - It's a long story.

- How come you don't run? - I tried that. Twice.

- You can't stay here. - [sighs] Listen, mister...

- You got money for a train? - I got nothing.

And I owe him.

You understand? H... he ain't the type to forgive a debt, so...

- I'll help you. - Oh, you will?

Last man I trusted sold me to Hector.

I ain't that way.

Listen, mister.

You wanna help me?

Tell Hector you had fun.

Hmm.

[laughter]

[indistinct chatter]

Well, well, well.

Young love.

What a beautiful thing.

But I'm confused.

- Where are you going, dog face? - She's coming with me.

Oh, she is?

Well, my apologies, your majesty.

Uh, by all means, I... I wish you both

the best of luck on your journey.

[woman laughing]

- [grunts] - [Sue screams]

- Whoa. - Calm down there, country mouse.

You would steal from me?

I was starting to like you, you know that?

- Come on, let's go! - [grunts]

- [thudding] - [slaps]

- [Sue groans] - [thudding]

- [Jack grunts and groans] - [thuds]

- [grunting] - [thuds]

- [grunting] - [groaning]

- [panting] - [grunts]

You son of a bitch.

- [thud] - [groans]

- [glasses shattering] - [Jack groaning]

- [groans and yells] - [clattering]

- [thud] - [groans]

[thud]

[Hector exhales]

[loudly panting]

- [groaning] - [grunting]

[thudding]

This is your savior? Huh?

- Look at him! You did this! - [choking]

- Watch a man die! - [Jack gasping]

[Sue crying] No, no, no!

- [grunting] - [Jack gasping]

- [Sue] No! [whimpers] - [heavily breathing and coughing]

[Hector] You are mine forever.

- You understand? - [Jack] Hey!

[thudding]

- [clattering] - [Jack] Let's go.

- Let's go. Let's go! - [pants and spits]

[grunting and panting]

This way.

Let's go, m...

[coughing]

Ah. There he is.

Well, aren't you pretty?

- We gotta go. - Who's the whore?

She's just someone I'm helping get outta town.

- Sue. - You spend all the money?

- Really? - Just to the nearest train.

- I won't be any trouble. - Any sign of Fatty?

- No. You? - No.

- [grunts] - You'd think for a guy the size of a walrus,

he'd stand out.

He wear a striped poncho?

- [Jack] Yeah. - He was at the Dahlia.

His cousin works there.

Well, do you know where he is now?

Well, uh, there's some shacks at the edge of town.

Which way?

Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

[birds cawing]

You runnin' off?

[shakily] I wasn't.

Come on now.

She wants to get going.

Where's she taking me?

- Home. - Where?

North. The Thicket.

Come on now, let's go.

What's she want with me? What's she gon' do to me?

Just keep doing 'er like you do.

She likes you best, seems like.

Best of what?

There was others?

She let any of 'em go?

- One. Almost. - [shakily breathing]

But...

- She kill her? How'd she do it? - Come on now, let's go.

She cut her up!

[whispers] She cut her up.

Kinda ju... slow and sad.

Still wouldn't let go of her.

Carried her around.

What if she had a chance to run, could she run?

[sighs] If she had to run,

she should've kept runnin'.

You just go along like you've done.

Go easy.

- You're the prettiest yet, so... - [gasps]

Hey.

[whispers] Keep her happy.

[shakily breathing]

[ominous music]

[horse neighing]

[Fatty snoring]

[gasps] Who the hell are you now?

- [gasps] - [knife swishing]

- [Jones grunts] - [Fatty screams]

- [slashing] - God!

- God! [groans] - [cocks gun]

[heavily breathing]

Who the fuck are you?

[birds cooing]

[wing blowing]

- [grunts] - [thudding]

[Jones] It's a lot of words here

for someone I'm pretty sure

can't read.

- Where's Bill? - I ain't got any idea

what the fuck you talkin' about.

- [thud] - [groans]

- [heavily breathing] - Where's Bill takin' my sister?

[Fatty] Your sister?

Oh.

I ain't never touched her.

Tell us where Bill's going and we're done.

Couldn't say.

- [grunts] - [groans]

Where are you meeting Bill?

I don't know nothing.

- [grunts] - [groans]

Hey! He can't talk if you keep hittin' him.

Let's get that nail.

- Hold his legs. - [nail ringing]

[panting and groaning]

[Eustace] Where are they headed?

[panting]

- No. I... Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait... - Keep him steady.

- Come on. - Alright! Alright! Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait! No, no, no, no, no, no...

- [thudding] - [screams]

[grunts]

[whimpering]

I know, I know, I know.

- I know. - [crying]

[laughing] He's crying like a baby.

- Fuck you! - You gotta start

- giving us some answers. - [Fatty whimpering]

- 'Cause here we go again. Yeah. - No, please, please! No!

- No! No! [screams] - [thudding]

- [clattering] - Jesus fucking Christ.

- What is it? - What'd you say were the reward

for Cut Throat Bill was again, Jake?

- It's 10,000. - And who told you that?

- Bill. - [soft rustling]

The reward for Cut Throat Bill is $1000 alive.

It's $300 dead.

No, no, that can't be right.

I wish I knew that before I nailed

this man's cock to the stool.

That's another horse.

No, it's still a bounty.

One third of $300 won't even pay

for the bullets, Jake!

[Eustace] It's just a $100 apiece.

A thousand alive, you take it all.

- It's a losing proposition. - This ain't fair.

Fair? You look at my face.

You think I give a fuck about fair?

[door opens]

Oh. Isn't that special?

Well, your girlfriend's here.

Have fun.

I'll walk you to the train.

- [clears throat] - [door closes]

[soft whimpering]

[uncorks bottle]

[Fatty groans]

- [soft pouring] - [groans softly]

- [knocks lightly] - [gasps]

Where's Bill taking my sister?

You tell me and I'll pull you free and send for a doc.

I'll get your cousin.

She'll help. You don't wanna die like this.

I'll pull it out, I swear.

Just tell me.

Trading post.

[softly panting]

Near Livingston. [groans]

Where'd you... [shakily exhales]

What's Bill planning to do with my sister?

[Fatty softly groans]

[ominous music]

Come on.

- [rustling] - [panting]

[groans]

- [branches snapping] - [grunts]

[panting]

[panting and groaning]

[thudding]

[panting]

[light scraping]

[fire crackling]

You sure you don't want something to eat?

We shouldn't be lingering here.

You're safe here with us.

You ain't a real Sheriff.

- Deputy. - [man scoffs]

Hey, shut up.

We work for somebody. He deputized me.

He's hunting an outlaw.

A dwarf.

You're huntin' dwarves?

[spits]

A gunslinger. His name's Jones.

- And why you hunting him? - He cut our boss.

- Why'd he do that? - Our boss was trying to make him dance in a dress.

Sounds like your boss deserved it.

- [bird hooting] - [distant howling]

- [gun cocks] - [howling continues]

- [horses neighing] - Young lady. Young miss!

[horse galloping and neighing]

- [man screams] - [thud]

[screams]

[tense music]

[panting]

- [thud] - [shouts and groans]

You like that star, Lu?

[grunts]

Them stars are called shields.

- [man groans] - Wanna know how come?

- [gunshot] - [screams]

[groans]

[loudly groans and pants]

You don't want it?

You doing alright, fella?

[laughs]

[shakily breathing]

[gunshot]

S... Simon!

[sobbing]

[sobbing] Si...

- Where you going? - I don't know.

- You never had a home, did ya? - No, I did not.

I got acres in Montana.

You can go there and live.

Seven hundred acres.

It was my grandpa's, but it's yours

if you come with me to get Lula.

You sure about that?

It's a fortune.

Yeah.

If you come help me get Lula.

You gonna rescue every whore we meet along the way?

Bill is headed for some trading post between here and Livingston.

Now, how do you know that?

Got it out of Fatty.

You know, back there at the shack, that's just the beginning.

You understand?

I know.

So we got a deal.

Isaiah. Do you know the rest of that verse?

"All the rage against thee shall be disgraced.

All who oppose thee shall be as nothing and perish."

Loan me a gun and get me to Bill.

- I'll do the rest. - [birds cawing]

Hey.

[suspenseful music]

[horse neighing]

[Jones] Hey. Give me your beads.

What if Bill's in there?

Then I'll come back here and tell you so.

What makes you think she won't shoot you?

I don't.

[horse neighing]

[indistinct chatter]

Friend,

I, uh... [clears throat] picked these beads

up from a Hindu shaman.

Thought I might trade them for a bottle of whiskey.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Uh, you got a glass?

Thank you.

[ominous music]

I'll get a sip. The one on the left.

[uncorks bottle]

[clicks tongue and sighs]

You're the littlest man I ever seen.

And you're the ugliest.

[distant indistinct chatter]

You know what I hate?

What's that?

I hate when I walk into some place,

like a tavern or...

...some place where people are playing music and...

What I hate more... than when somebody

tells me I'm funny looking to my face...

...is when they don't.

Yeah.

I wouldn't know that feeling.

You wouldn't.

When they have all those... questions,

they wanna know.

"How come this?"

"Where'd you get that?"

[softly chuckles]

[man] Hey, we're done.

You like licorice?

What's going on?

Just that trader.

That's the littlest fella I ever seen.

What do you call them?

- A dwarf? - Uh, nah, that ain't it.

[indistinct chatter]

You ain't got no gun?

Ride out with me, I could make you a slinger.

[spits]

[tense music]

What do we owe ya?

Jus... just $11.

- I didn't catch your name. - What?

Your name, I didn't hear your name.

Anderson.

Anderson.

It's nice to meet you Mr. Anderson.

Name's Parker.

[loudly] Jack Parker.

[heavily breathing]

[music increases]

[clattering]

- [gun cocks] - [shakily breathing]

- [shouts] You drop those guns! - Hey, get away from her!

- Drop those guns! - Put them down!

- Drop those guns! - [Jack] Don't!

Don't!

He won't.

'Cause then he'll have no shield

and we will shoot him down.

You hear me?

You shoot her,

we shoot you.

You alright, Sue?

I know you.

You and your partner, you work for the alderman.

He's my brother.

[wind blowing]

Where is your brother?

How much is Mayfield paying you?

[shakily] It ain't your concern!

He's a liar.

Where's your brother?

I'm bringing you in, Jones.

He's dead, isn't he?

- Cut... - What's that?

Cut Throat Bill killed him.

Bill took my sister.

We're going after her.

North, some place.

Use another gun. There's a bounty.

[Jones] Okay. Well, ther...

nobody really knows how much the bounty is,

but I'm sure it's better than what Mayfield's paying you.

[Eustace] Split four ways.

Unless Sue gets a cut.

[Jack] You put that down, and we're done.

That's a good man.

You alright?

[preacher] An excellent wife, who can find...

...the heart of her husband, trust in her,

and she does him good and not harm,

all the days of her life.

She brings food from afar.

She rises while it is yet night

and provides for her household.

[horse neighing]

[ominous music]

Billy.

We're almost off the map.

Fuck's sake.

Charm is deceitful and beauty is vain.

But a woman who fears the Lord...

...is to be praised.

[doors slam open]

- [gasping] - [wind howling]

[horse snorting]

This is not a saloon!

Nor a livery.

[horse snorts]

[music increases]

[birds chirping]

[indistinct chatter]

- Which way? - Maybe they're still here.

Yeah. Let's not sit here like fucking targets.

Split up and look around.

The two of you, get a room somewhere.

We'll meet up here in the morning.

- Come on. [clicks tongue] - [horse neighing]

[gentle music distantly playing]

[sighs]

[Sue] There's blood on your face.

[water softly splashing]

I read an ad once in Garland Magazine.

[chuckles] You wanna know what it said?

It said,

"Good men out west."

Invited the adventurous girl,

"to come find love and a future."

Ain't that a caution?

You believe I fell for that?

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Jones.

I found something.

[horse neighing]

[light ominous music]

[speaking Native American language]

[deeply inhales]

Are you gonna kill me when we get there?

[deeply exhales]

[speaking Latin] Liliata rutilantium...

...te confessorum...

...turma circumdet.

Te confessorum...

...turma circumdet.

[Jones] We're looking for Cut Throat Bill.

She's got my sister.

A young girl, ginger haired.

Her soul is gone.

Do you know where they went?

North.

Beyond the barrier lands. I believe they are...

[gasping] b... bound for a place called The Thicket.

Jesus Christ.

The freeze will shut the pass soon...

...and your sister will not live until spring.

[ominous music]

[birds cawing]

What'd you say?

You're gonna kill me, ain't ya?

I don't know.

Why don't you tell me?

[preacher] Her mother did that to her.

Said she...

a harrow blade...

...when she was 12.

[Bill] If I'm so scary...

...how come every time I close my eyes at night,

ain't nobody put a gun to my head?

- Why is that? - She was the child of any of several men.

A child of violence.

Her mother saw those men in the child

and one day, took up a blade to cut them out.

But the child fought

and bolted the mother in the house

and set it afire.

[softly crying]

Are you gonna kill me, Lu?

And she made... the death screams

of her burning mother for me.

[music continues]

[Bill] Are you gonna kill me?

[echoing indistinct whispering]

[preacher] She acted out the dying sounds,

what she heard through the door.

She sang it like a hymn.

[echoing screaming]

Can you imagine?

Good day.

[door creaking]

Come on. [clears throat]

They burnt the fucking church!

The Thicket, I heard of it.

It's just a place.

Less than a day ahead. Let's go.

Let's go.

I believe the deal was, Jake, you work for me.

I believe the deal has changed.

As far as I'm concerned, Shorty, you work for me.

Don't call me that, boy.

I ain't no boy.

If you still comin', then you best ride behind.

Either that, or you give me my land back.

I seen the way you looked when I showed you that deed.

You was like to cry.

Hell.

You've been dreaming of walking on Mars

'cause you got no place to go and no one to go with.

- You watch your mouth, boy. - Or what?

I've killed bigger men than you for less.

[Jack] You ain't foolin' no one.

You got the eyes of an orphan, Shorty.

I'll give you $20 for a blow job.

$50?

Come on.

He's too righteous and stupid

and he's gonna be dead soon anyway,

and then you'll be alone and broke.

Fuck it, I'll make it a $100.

I don't do that.

When he's dead, you will.

- Easy, Jones. - "Easy."

Come on. $100!

- [groans] - [thuds]

- [gun cocks] - Or I put a bullet in his eye

and no one has to listen to his balls dropping like iron.

- You know what you are? - I don't need

- to hear it from you. - You're scared.

So is he.

Them too.

But I see you, Reginald.

You're not doing this for the money.

You saw her, didn't you?

You saw her face.

I didn't see her...

...but I know.

And we're all she's got.

As far as I'm concerned,

you're both the same, so who cares who's in charge.

Jones.

[uncocks gun]

Alright.

You ride up front.

You make a bigger target anyway.

- Apologies. - You didn't mean it.

[ominous music]

Frozen.

Nothing.

Maybe they never came this way.

- Take a breath, Hollow. - [horse neighing]

Just look around.

Maybe they're setting up on us right now.

No.

They're miles ahead of us.

- What's the problem? - Trail is cold.

North. That way.

[clicks tongue]

[music continues]

[wind blowing]

[fire crackling]

[Jones] Bantam's Lion Circus.

[sighs] Burned down in '89.

I don't know why I still keep it.

Maybe it feels like home.

No.

Probably just 'cause it's waterproof.

What'd that fella mean about Lula's soul?

Ah, he's crazy.

Pay him no mind.

What if she don't wanna come with us?

Happens that way sometimes, Sue said.

She might've forgot.

Uh, yeah, you know, yo... you should take this back.

- Come on now. - Deal is a deal.

[whispers] Yeah.

[clears throat]

My mother, she hung herself when I was eight years old.

My father, he sold me to a carnival.

Believe he got $40 and two goats.

She'll remember, Jack.

[thunder distantly rumbling]

- How many? - Can't tell you.

[men distant laughing]

That's the one that shot my brother.

Count how many you can. Stay here. [grunts]

[whispers] Get a clear shot from here?

That'll bring out the rest.

Use a blade when he's sitting on the jakes.

- We wait. - Fuck!

Where's Sue?

I told her to stay by the horses.

Yeah, that was gonna work out.

[footsteps receding]

Oh, what the fuck is this now?

Oh, God.

[light tense music]

[shakily breathing]

- He's gonna get us killed. - Yeah.

What do we do?

I don't... I don't fuckin' know.

Here.

- You know it makes me crazy. - Come on, we all need

a little crazy right now.

[music increases]

You son of a bitch. [grunts]

- [thuds] - God damn it. Who the fuck are you?

Oh, fuck.

- [knife ringing] - I'm sorry! I'm sorry, wait!

[grunting and gasping]

Oh, Lord.

- [blade ringing] - [groans and gargles]

You don't take a man when he's performing his necessaries.

[groans]

- [flesh squelching] - [groaning]

No. Jack, no!

They don't know we're here yet.

[gunshot]

- [panting] - [gun cocks]

[gunshot]

- [softly groans] - Oh, Jesus.

We shouldn't wait for them to find us.

Let's go! Come on!

Just stay down and don't get killed.

You hear me?

[whispering] Stay.

[grunts]

[grunting and groaning]

[panting]

[music continues]

[labored breathing]

[door opens slowly]

- [door creaking] - [shakily breathing]

[groaning]

- [gun cocks] - [gunshots]

Help! [groans]

- [gunshots continue] - [echoing chatter]

[ominous music]

[screams]

- [glass shatter] - [gunshots]

[grunts]

- [gunshots] - [gun cocks]

[glass shattering]

- [gunshot] - [panting]

[gunshots]

- [grunts] - [gunshots]

[gasps]

Lula! Come here.

- [sharply inhales and grunts] - [gunshot]

No! [whimpers]

- [gun cocks] - [pants and grunts]

[gunshots continue]

[music continues]

Bill?

Jack!

Jack!

[soft rustling]

- [gunshot] - [panting]

- [groaning] - [gunshot]

- [thud] - [grunts]

[groans]

- [grunts] - [heavily breathing]

[grunting]

[blade ringing]

- [thuds] - [grunts]

[soft squelching]

[deeply exhales]

[speaking Native American language]

[soft squelching]

[water lapping]

- You're hit. - Do we go after 'em?

Nah, I got a better idea.

[ominous music]

[panting]

[echoing laughter]

- [birds cawing] - [laughter continues]

- [echoing laughter] - [whooshing]

[panting]

[music continues]

[shouts] Lula!

- [gunshot] - [gasps]

[suspenseful music]

I'll go flank them.

- Alright. - [grunts]

- [Lula shouts] Jack, look out! - [gunshot]

[panting]

[Bill grunting]

I thought you was bringing a posse.

[echoing laughter]

[gunshot]

- [thuds] - [grunts]

[dramatic music]

- [gun cocks] - [gunshot]

Jack!

- [groans] - [grunting]

[panting]

Fuck. [coughs]

- [gunshot] - [groans]

- No! - [cocks gun]

- [grunting] - [groans]

- [thud] - [grunts]

Jack!

[groans]

He can't save you.

[whispers] Where are they?

You're done.

[gun clicks]

[sharply exhales and screams]

[grunts and screams]

- [screaming] - [thuds]

[ominous music]

- [screaming] - [groaning]

[crying]

[laughs]

- [Lula screams] - [laughing continues]

- [blade ringing] - [groaning]

[panting] No! No!

[sobbing]

No!

[crying]

[music increases]

[gunshot]

- [echoing gunshot] - [gasps]

[sharply exhales]

[shakily breathes and grunts]

- [cries] Mama. - [thud]

[heavily breathing]

[sighs]

[whispers] Jack, Jack. [shakily] Jack!

[laughs]

[panting]

- You're alright? - I'm fine. I'm fine.

Let's go.

[light melancholic music]

- Don't let go of me. - [groaning] I will never.

[groans and chokes]

[gasping]

- [gasping] - [crying]

[whispers] Jack.

- It's okay. [shushes] It's okay. - [whimpers]

[crying] It's okay. I love you, Jack.

I love you.

[sharply exhales]

[sobbing]

[crying]

[music continues]

[coughs]

Did you get her?

I did.

One shot?

[Jones] Yeah.

Mile long?

About that. [grunts]

[coughs]

Oh, man.

We should never have come here.

It was a damned fool thing to do!

No!

This was a good thing to do.

[coughs]

[music continues]

Look at that.

What's that?

[shakily] The sun.

You got any more whiskey left? [chuckles]

No. You drank that

- and left that back there in the snow. - [coughs]

- I told you it makes me crazy. - [laughs] Yes, you did.

I didn't listen.

You going to Montana?

[Jones] I don't know.

I don't know anybody in Montana.

- Wish I was going with you. - Yeah.

[softly] Yeah, me too.

[music continues]

Yeah.

- [grunting] - [soft squelching]

[grunting and heavily breathing]

Lula.

[shakily breathing]

[softly] It's you.

[indistinct chatter]

Oh, Jesus. This is Cut Throat Bill?

Yeah. I believe there was...

[clears throat] something about a bounty.

I'll send out a wire.

You mind if I ask you a question?

[grunts] No.

You were with Annie Oakley, weren't you?

- Another lifetime. - I saw you. You shot

a handful of silver dollars out of the air

from a gallop and you, you hit a saucer,

what, a hundred yards, looking through a mirror.

Yeah, it was more like a dinner plate.

That's when I took up shooting.

I would've been a roper at some ranch

or under the bullwhip.

But I saw you...

- ...and now look. - Now look.

You just killed Cut Throat Bill. You're famous.

I'm not famous. I don't wanna be famous.

[clears throat] So, if it's all the same to you, Sheriff,

some cowboy came in here and showed you Cut Throat Bill.

Some wrangler you never saw again.

You paid him his due, and he was gone. You understand?

I believe the bounty was registered at $300.

"Bank robbery, kidnapping,

murder, mayhem."

The bounty on Wilhelmina Mueller

is set at...

...$10,000. Dead or alive.

- [indistinct chatter] - [sighs]

[horse neighing]

I don't even know where Montana is.

I don't know no one in Wind River.

You're the only person I know in the world.

Where you gonna go?

[distant rumbling]

[train whistling]

[gentle piano music]

[music continues]

[melancholic music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

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[music continues]