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Maria Garcia's lawyers

asked for
a preliminary injunction.

What is that in English?

It would freeze all activity

on the Garcia land.
My land.

No drilling, no pumping,

nothing till
the trial's over.

Kilborne
won't let that happen.

Kilborne
recused himself.

What? Why?

He's implicated.

We bribed him to falsify
Pedro's tax payments.

Can you say that
louder?

I think there's a fella in
Oklahoma didn't catch you.

I didn't hear a thing.
Shut up.

County records
can support our side.

It's her word
against the whole town's.

They have a witness.
What?

One of Pedro's vaqueros?

No such luck.

It gives a man
little pleasure, Your Honor,

to admit
that he has been duped.

Whatever embarrassment
I may feel

pales in comparison

to the base depravity of
Eli McCullough's misdeeds.

It has been my inclination
for too long

to excuse
his terrible behavior

because he is
the namesake of our town.

But I can do it no longer.

My redemption lies

in doing my part
to bring him to justice.

Niles Gilbert is
a disgruntled former employee

out for revenge.

We may attack his credibility
at trial, counselor,

but the issue before us
right now is,

does this
meet the standard

for a preliminary
injunction?

Well, there's no irreparable
harm in drilling.

So if you're client
loses at trial,

he'll put the oil
back in the ground?

He'll pay damages.

If he's not bankrupt
by then.

Let's not rehash
what's in the briefs.

I'm going to err
on the side of caution.

I'm not gonna
prejudge this case,

but oil
is a tricky business.

So I have to make sure

that there's something left
to recover

should Miss Garcia
prevail.

The injunction is granted.

Your Honor,

we understand
that Mr. McCullough

has already extracted
a substantial volume of oil,

which he is storing
on the property.

We'd like it clarified

that the injunction
applies to that, too.

Hold on.

You said yourself

we can't put this
back into the ground.

I'm sorry.

But if it came
out of that land,

it stays put.

Shh.

Shh.

Come on.

He pushed me down
and held me there.

Then he said he could kill me
whenever he wanted.

- Wait, slow down, who did?
- Scalped-A-Dog.

He said
he'd buy me from you,

violate me,
and cut me into pieces.

Well, Ingrid,
what did you do?

That.

I'm not sorry.

Gone a long time.

Went for a walk.

And why are your hands
dirty?

You smell different
when you're scared.

You're better off
not knowing.

Ingrid killed a Yap Eater.

Who is it?
Scalped-A-Dog.

He probably had it comin'.

Where is he?
We buried him.

Where?
Far away... salt mounds.

Deep?

As deep as I could
with my hands.

We have to tell Fat Wolf. No.

They'll kill her.

Better her than us.
No.

No, stop.

They won't just kill her.

They'll torture her.

They'll roast her
over a slow fire

and then cut her
to pieces.

Eli, remember
when you were afraid.

Toshaway's temper
would get us exiled?

This is worse.

Much worse.

I'm not gonna let
our daughter die in the snow

because a slave
couldn't control herself.

No.

No, she killed
one of the Apaches

that attacked our camp.

She's earned her place.
You know that.

If I have to choose,
I choose my family.

What about
after they kill her?

After Scalped-A-Dog...

Then we'll give them
a horse.

It won't be
one horse or two.

He'll set the nanuwokitu
higher than we can pay.

And when we can't,

he'll have the excuse
he's been looking for.

He can exile Toshaway,
he can exile us.

The winter will kill us.

We have no choice.

You see this?

Fat Wolf can never know.

You're very handsome.

Well, you didn't think so
before.

I was...

scared of you.

Will your wives care?

They could sleep
through a thunderstorm.

World is full of wonders.

I'm speaking not only of
how grain becomes whiskey,

but of our surprising
and productive partnership.

I pray you are right,
Mr. Monahan.

And that I have not
in some way

injured my honor here.

Oh, well, my friend...

...you delivered.

I do not want to look
into the mirror

and see a traitor
looking back at me.

That man was never gonna
do right by you,

and you need
to accept that.

The dirty deeds
he had you do

so his hands
could stay clean.

I'll tell you the truth
right now:

he never saw you
as anything

but a jumped-up
sharecropper.

Your working man's integrity,
your loyalty

is wasted
on Eli McCullough.

At the time,

I did not think
I was wasting it.

Now, you and me,

we're a lot alike.

And I myself,
I used to...

Used to plow fields
for a family

that my family
worked for.

And I thought that
I'd earn their appreciation.

But if I learned one thing
it's this:

to that family
we worked for,

I was no better
than a slave.

Well, Mr. Endicott...
The man I work for now...

Same deal,
different britches.

I'm merely a spoke in a wheel
on his machine,

and the second I falter,
I'll be replaced.

Now, the McCulloughs
and the Endicotts,

they get rich.

And you and me
get exploited.

And that's
the way of the world.

I hear you.

I aim too high.

No, Mr. Gilbert.

I'm urging you to see me
as an example.

Because I believe
that a man can rise.

I have no intention

of being Mr. Endicott's lackey
forever.

One day...

I intend to be Endicott.

The hell you say.

Then I'll put it to you.

Why stay
Eli McCullough's hop-toad

when you can be
the man himself?

When you can stand

and look him
square in the eye,

and say,
"Make no mistake, sir.

Niles Gilbert
is your peer."

Well, now,
wouldn't that be something?

Miss Garcia?

Miss Garcia.

Wait!

Please!

Why do you want
to hurt us?!

I don't want to hurt you.

That's not
what they're sayin'.

What did they tell you?

I'm back here

because your grandfather
killed my family.

That's not true.

Other townsfolk did that.

Daddy tried to stop them.

Yes, he did try.

But he was no match
for your grandfather.

Daddy said
he took you to Mexico

so that you'd be safe.

And once you were okay,
he was coming back here.

That true?

Maybe you should
ask him.

I did.

What do you think?

I think he's lying.

Good luck, Jeanne Anne.

Come in.

Mrs. Sally.

Mrs. Hurley
here to see you.

Who's that?

The mother of the boy
Jeanne Anne...

I'll be right down.

I always heard
how beautiful this house is,

but the descriptions
did not do it justice.

Thank you.
Oh.

The dimensions
are gracious!

You could practically fit
our whole house in that room.

And, I mean,
I'm exaggerating, of course.

How is Tommy?

We were so worried.
Oh.

And mortified.

Jeanne Anne is being punished
as we speak.

Oh. Tommy's fine.

Thick head.

But he did have to have
seven stitches.

So...

here's the bill
from Tommy's doctor.

Stitches cost a lot.

I see.

Now, I don't excuse
what Tommy said to her.

A family's private affairs
should stay private.

And I know my... my husband
has strayed on me as well.

Claimed to be
at a cattleman's convention.

So.

Let's just say there's not
a whole lot of difference

between you and me.

I'm gonna get you
that money now.

Inez, would you bring me
the ledger?

Ah, hey,
I'm glad it's you.

I was worried you were
that damn Cullpepper kid

with his flute.

What a little asshole.

Do you have
any more lessons today?

Uh, no.

I am sadly bereft
of tone-deaf children

till tomorrow.

Is everything okay?

Did something happen?
No. Um...

Would you like to go in back,
we could have a smoke.

Does this feel good?

Yeah.

Matthew, um...

I never, uh...

I... I haven't...

Only with my husband.

You are a beautiful woman.

And someone...

someone should make you
feel that way.

Watch your reflection.

I know.

They are building
a fort.

I told you.

So you were right.

Those boxes,
what is in them?

I don't know.

Whatever it is,
there's a lot of it.

They're only
going to get stronger.

We have to attack.

I told you
this is the border.

If they want a fort here,
they're gonna build a fort.

No matter how many you kill,
more will come.

And they will rebuild.

I had Ingrid last night.

What?

And the night before that.

Have you ever had her?

No.

Has my father?

Toshaway and Ingrid?

No.

Doesn't mean
he won't some day.

He won't.

Be careful, Tiehteti.

You think
because he calls you his son

that he won't do
whatever he wants,

take whatever he wants.

But he will.

He told me about your mother,
what he did.

I think he feels bad
about it.

My mother was unfaithful.

She deserved what she got.

I did not.

He said you chose exile.

You went to Fat Wolf's tipi
last night?

Why?

I wanted to.

You're drawing attention
to yourself.

That puts us all in danger,
not just you.

I'm smarter
than you think I am.

You told her?

Stop pretending you're smart,
Dirty Hair.

You're not.

I went to Fat Wolf's tipi
to protect us.

Us or you?

I have a plan.

He likes me.

He does.

And if I can become
one of his favorites,

maybe even a wife,

then I can make sure nothing bad
happens to any of us.

I would never betray you,
Eli.

You know this,
don't you?

Do you know what I think?
Hmm?

I think you're only
looking out for you.

I think
you'll go to his bed

and you'll toss us
out in the cold.

I will cut off your nose
and make you eat it.

I was so angry.

I mean,
the sheer presumption.

I gave her the money,
sent her on her way.

I suppose that wasn't
the worst thing

that I could do.

Well, giving money to someone
who actually needs money

is usually considered
a good thing.

Maybe I could have been
more gracious.

Huh, maybe so.

I'm all too aware
that I was

my husband's second choice
from the start.

I mean, I didn't see it
till it was too late, of course,

but I was swept up
in it all.

And I was 18
when we got married,

and I just
didn't know enough

to ask
certain questions like,

"Do you love me?"

Also,
I had no other options.

And we were gonna live
in the Austin house,

so maybe I just got
swept off my feet

by the thought of that.

Do you realize
that while you been talking,

people in Europe
have been dying?

Excuse me?

There is a whole world
out there, Sally,

and it's dangerous,
and it's alive,

and it does not care
about the problems

of a rich
Texas housewife

and the bad decisions
that she makes.

Yeah, I know
there's a world out there.

I was talking to you
about my world

and things that are
important to me.

Yeah, sorry.

I was rude.
Rude.

Oh, no, Matthew.

Oh, no,
you are simply a...

a bold teller of truths.

You, uh, smoke
exotic cigarettes

and read exciting books

and you hang up
these posters

of places
that you'll never go.

I consider you
a very worldly man.

Turn around.

What?

Face the wall.

I'm leaving, and I don't
want you looking at me.

Judge Rowe.

Want some company?

Colonel,
do I need to remind you

that we're not supposed to
talk to one another

without opposing counsel
present?

You're a guest
in McCullough Springs.

I'm not allowed to be
hospitable?

Cigar?

No, thank you.

Hmm.

Now, your father,
if I'm not mistaken,

was Gordon Rowe,
the Texas Ranger.

He was.

Did you ever meet him?

Yeah,
he was before my time.

But I understood
he was a good man,

a Godly man.

That's very good
to hear.

My pleasure.

You know,
your family is, uh,

part of the fabric
of this state.

There's not
too many of us left.

Colonel, I...

I should be going.

Well, just a moment.

The real plaintiff
in this case

is not Maria Garcia,

but Roy Endicott
and Standard of Pennsylvania.

Their purpose
is not to even win,

but to force me to sell.

Now,
you're an experienced man.

You know how dirty
this business can be.

Yes, I do.

I do, Mr. McCullough.

I've watched my whole life
as men like you

have used tax foreclosures,
sheriff sales,

fraud, intimidation,
and worse

to take
your neighbors' land.

Now, Miss Garcia
may prove her case

or she may not.

But I will not be
your instrument, sir.

And if you contact me
again,

I'll hold you
in contempt.

Maria Garcia has effectively
put our balls in a vice!

And there's a not a Goddamn
thing we can do about it.

We can't drill,
and we can't move what we have.

If we're not generating revenue
with the oil we got,

we can't afford to put test
wells on those ranchers' land.

Can we bluff,
scrape together enough

to put up one rig?

That would help.
No.

Not without getting the oil
in those tanks to market.

Ranchers
get wind of this,

they're either
gonna go with Monahan

or string us up.

Yeah, probably both.

Standard's been gunning
for a monopoly.

This is how
they're gonna do it.

No.

I don't care about
that injunction.

I made a promise
to those ranchers.

I'm not about to let Standard
make a liar out of me.

We move that oil...
Tonight.

Law doesn't need to know.

Well, shit.

I could not be
more proud.

All right, now push.

Right there. Again!

Charles, grab it!

Whoo!

...Careful!

Pete, they're tired.

We gotta get it
to the train before sun-up.

Well, someone's gonna get hurt
if you keep pushing.

20 bucks to the team
who loads their truck first.

- Let's get it, boys!
- Let's go!

Boss?

We got company.

Who the hell is this?

Looks like
the law and order league.

Evening, Pete.

Niles.

Huh.

Now as I recollect,

ownership of this land

has been questioned
in a court of law.

And the widow Garcia
has hired me

to make sure
that you McCulloughs

do not attempt to move her oil
off her properties.

The law is with me.

Monahan's using you.

It is a fortunate man

who takes gratification
in his work,

and I am...

I'm damn proud
to be stopping you

from profiting on oil
that ain't rightly yours.

You gave me a fright,
Gus.

I couldn't
make you out there.

Make me out now.

This is what
the McCullough ascendency

looks like, gentlemen.

It's dark.

Your people are no friend
to the workin' man, Pete.

Hiring mongrels...

turning your back

on the many qualified
white men in need.

Sons spoiled and hairless

without the tiniest idea

of what the world
is really like.

You want to see
the next world?

Hmm.

Take your goons and go,
Niles.

Whoo, whoo!

He just
called you all goons.

God dog.

The McCulloughs have been
making a habit, lately,

of pushing away
the white men of this town.

But they seem
to have forgotten

one very important
thing.

White men push back.

Now, you take that oil...

back where it belongs...

...before I have my goons

set your damn truck
on fire.

You heard him boys.

Let's go.

The search party
is still out there.

I know.

What if they find the body?
They won't.

They can find anything,
Eli.

I covered our tracks. Well,
maybe not good enough.

The spot where we killed him...
You killed him.

There's still blood there.
I covered it.

I should go there.
Why?

So you can take his scalp?

Don't be mean, Eli.

I have no other friends
here.

Just don't leave camp.

Please.

You and Prairie Flower
are lucky.

You protect each other.

You don't know
what it's like for me.

You're starting
to look guilty.

That's how
they'll catch you.

Whoa, what, what?

I just dreamt something.

Oh, go back to sleep.

I dreamt of Scalped-A-Dog.

I saw everything.

The water was coming
closer and closer.

And it ripped at his belly
and tore out his heart.

And when the water left,
his eyes were still there,

staring up at nothing
forever.

I think it means

the white men from the fort
killed him.

Maybe it was just
a dream.

Dreams sometimes
tell us truth...

and show us things

we cannot see
any other way.

Right now...

...have little drops
on them.

Dried blood, I think.

I noticed them the night
you first came to my tipi,

the night Scalped-A-Dog
disappeared.

Injunctions...

it's like a snake bite.

It's gonna hurt more and more
till it kills us.

And it will kill us.

I should have
seen this coming.

Well,
you can't blame yourself

for not having
a crystal ball.

That woman's gonna be
the ruin of me.

Listen...

the injunction
only stays in place...

if there's a plaintiff.

If she goes away,
so does our problem.

Absolutely not.
It solves everything.

Everyone's gonna know
who did it and why.

Once Kilborne's back,
it won't matter.

The law
is not my concern.

You hurt her,
we lose Pete forever.

I'm giving you a way out of this.
No.

The town doesn't miss
her family.

They won't miss her.

But you can't do
what needs to be done

because you don't trust Pete
to stay in the fold.

Son! Pete is not himself
when she's around.

And if we expect him to lead,
she's gotta be gone.

You're coddling him.

This is what's gonna
cost us everything.

Turn off the lights
when you leave.

Turn around,
Mr. McCullough.

I need to see
Miss Garcia.

Don't think
that you do.

Tell her
Pete McCullough's here.

Fine.

What do you want?

I want you...

to leave.

Drive.

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