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Who's there?

Ah! Ah!

Tonight, tonight we'll fly.

Step inside.

Peel back the curtain and sun.

Our names below the line.

Heart in mouth and...

Miss Prey, I regret to inform you that your husband, Thomas Prey, had a bounty

on his head for the robbery and murder of one George Cartwright of Sterling

in Morgan County and was subsequently wanted by the sheriff, dead or alive.

We may claim you a corpse from the undertaker of Sterling City after I

my reward from the authorities and justice served in its entirety.

Watch yourself, little peach.

Pretty flowers.

Right on time too.

I haven't seen you in Stirling before. Are you new to our community?

Thomas and I kept to ourselves.

I see.

This profession provides me with a unique opportunity to become closely

acquainted with all the locals.

It's a shame that we had to meet under these... Is this him?

Indeed.

Did you want a public viewing?

Our rates for embalming and preservation are very reasonable, and we utilize new

formalities. There's a hole in his head, Mr.

Winter. Yes. Well, there are methods that I can use.

No. No viewing.

No funeral.

I'm all that he had. Very well. I do have to inform you, though, that...

The coffin that he is resting in is $20 and is required for transportation.

I can't transport this coffin.

Mrs. Prey, what was your exact plan for getting your husband to his final

resting place?

I can arrange for transportation. I don't have any money. I can set up a

credit.

I will draw that up.

My men outside will take care of the transportation and the burial.

That'll do.

I got it from here.

Y 'all can go.

We ain't been paid yet. Mr. Winter can charge it to my account.

It's customary for a tip. Go on, then.

Get moving.

Got a lot of work to do.

You're the sheriff? Yeah, Sheriff Frank Giroux.

Here's your town marshal, Lee Murphy.

It's your service.

How can I help you? My husband is dead because of you.

Maybe you're going to have to be a little bit more specific.

Thomas Prey.

My husband was Thomas Prey.

Okay.

I'm on inside.

I'm sure you remember George Cartwright.

George was your husband's lawyer when he got busted for sticking up those

stagecoaches. You remember him now?

Thomas and I had only just met about that time. You mean around the time that

went to jail.

Yes.

Well, George was found with his head caved in a week ago and a witness placed

Thomas at the scene. What? So that, coupled with the clear traceable motive

George having lost the court case that sent your husband to jail, we had

every... Who?

Who saw him? And when?

I'm afraid I'm not at liberty to say.

Well, it's impossible.

He would have been with me. He was... Always with me. George was loved and

-respected in this town. Your husband's actions really got people up in arms. So

what? You just sent out the word to have him shot?

Thomas was considered dangerous and wanted dead or alive, as it says.

Bounty hunters are within their rights to use lethal force when they see fit.

Mrs. Prey, I am sorry for your loss. I really am. But women

shouldn't be associating with men involved in so much criminality.

Once the shock of all this is worn off, I think you will find yourself in an

advantageous position to redefine your life.

We are all masters of our own destiny.

Maybe it's time you stopped wallowing with thieves and literal swine on the

of civilized society and join us here in Sterling.

Who witnessed my husband?

I hope someday that you'll reconsider. Then why do you give a fuck?

Because I love my town and everyone in it.

I live to serve them, and God willing, I will be serving them from a Senate seat

in a year's time.

Anyways, there are a lot of benefits from leaving that hard country living

behind and joining us here in town, especially if you're a widow.

Thomas did not kill that man. Mrs. Pray, I'm afraid that he did. I am telling

you, he could not have done it.

And I'm going to find out who did. Mrs. Pray. And prove that my husband is

innocent. Mrs. Pray. Innocent!

And that bounty hunter murdered him in cold blood with your official seal of

approval.

Okay, you do that then, and you let me know if you find anything.

What are y 'all staring at?

You got something you want to say?

What about you?

Whiskey. So do you know anything about a man named George Cartwright?

Who's asking?

I am. And who are you?

He was some rich lawyer guy.

Got killed.

And that's all you know?

Yes.

And I don't really care for strangers holding my foot to the fire in my own

place.

Why are you asking anyway?

Well, I figure you're bound to hear lots of stories while you're slinging drinks

all day.

So, hear any stories?

I said that's all I know.

I ain't gonna say it again.

So you ain't heard nothing about, say, who did it or who's seen it?

Are you deaf, stranger?

I ain't deaf.

I'm single -minded.

Hmm. Yeah.

Most drunk is.

I know who done it.

You don't say.

Like it all says, it was that bandit ahead of town, Tom Craig.

Why you hassling Maggie about it?

Thomas was my husband.

Hmm.

George Cartwright was a good man.

So was Thomas, before that bounty hunter took him from me.

They say he was a thief.

He had to do what we had to do to survive.

He was a changed man.

We'll all be.

A changed man, was he?

A changed man!

And what about you, Missy?

Is you changed, too?

He did not kill that man.

Bullshit!

You hear what I said?

I said, bullshit!

All right, Tex, come on now. Come on now what? She was married to a killer. Who

knows what she's done?

You a killer, too?

Like your pig fucking husband?

Well, I didn't do shit. God damn it, that's enough!

I will not have you tearing up my place. Now get!

Text, get your ass off my floor and get out of my bar.

Text she's whooping up on? I believe it is.

We gonna do something?

If I know text, I'd wager that he was asking for it.

Besides, Mrs. Cray is a widow.

I suppose we can give her a little mercy and leave her be.

Who's the pig fucker now, bitch?

God damn, she fucked him up good.

Someone in this town knows something about who...

really killed George Cartwright.

And it was not my torment!

I believe this issue has resolved itself.

Are you?

You sure know how to make a ruckus.

Stay the fuck out of Sterling!

All right.

What was your exact plan? Big fucking hug! The line of credit. Justice served

its entirety.

You would kill her too?

My men outside will take care of the transportation and the burial.

Okay.

Go away.

Mrs. Pray, my name is Deputy Bosley Turner.

Can we have a word together?

Mrs. Pray, I understand you're in mourning for your husband, and I want to

extend my sincere condolences.

I also understand public opinion in regards to your late husband has been,

we say, lacking in compassion.

Fortunately for you, I am a recent transplant to this community.

and therefore harbor no such biased opinions.

Just want to ask you a couple short questions, then I'll be on my way.

Fine.

You're Frank's new deputy.

Yes, ma 'am. So are you going to ask me some questions or what?

Drowning your sorrows?

Is that where your husband rests with his prey?

It takes a... significant amount of work to bury a man.

I understand you hired some assistance?

The Undertaker insisted on it.

So you're familiar with the Hawley brothers, Luther and Fat Jack?

Never heard their names.

Well, now you have. I don't recall no fat man.

Those men went missing after your husband's burial.

That's all you have to say about the matter? They just helped me move the

and dig the hole.

I sent him away after the hole was dug. So you buried him yourself?

Yes. What, that limp?

Excuse me? You did all that work with an injured leg.

No, that happened later. When you whipped Tex back in town. No, I was

a pig and it got away from me.

Did Tex paint your face like that, or... was it a pig, too?

Tex did it.

Yeah.

Yeah, you must have.

You are a... A formidable woman, Mrs. Prey. That's right.

Do you have any more questions, Deputy?

Because I have many.

By all means.

I want to know how you sleep at night, knowing the law you represent supports

the murder of an innocent man by a paid killer and calls it justice.

Mrs. Prey, I am unfamiliar with the details of your... Details?

There are no details.

It's all a lie. The bounty law may be severe, but it is the law.

And that's good enough for you, is it?

I owe him deputy.

I owe it to my husband.

told you not to come to my place of business.

How many?

Dunno. All I see is the driver.

The luck we've been having lately, that wagon's probably full of a dozen other

outlaws with their guns out ready to blow me away.

I doubt that.

Well, I reckon there's only one way to find out.

You know the deal. If you see anyone coming, fire a shot right in the air.

Be careful.

Hands up, friend.

That's good.

No need to make this ugly.

Now how about you come down off that wagon nice and slow.

What's in the wagon?

What's in the damn wagon? Nothing.

Nothing?

There ain't nothing valuable back there.

No, I swear.

I won't ask again.

What's in the wagon?

All right.

Let's have a look then, shall we?

Open it.

Sir, I'm begging you.

And I'm telling you.

Open it.

It's just my wife and children, sir.

We ain't got no food.

We ain't got no money.

Nothing.

We're just looking for someplace where I can find work so that my family don't

die.

Sorry for ruining supper.

You're a good man Thomas.

You're resting good, ain't you, Peach?

Now, I'm supposed to shoot you.

But in this state, all it seems like here, boy,

I just can't bring myself to kill a sleeping woman.

Especially one as pretty as you.

Although I gotta admit, I'm a little disappointed.

I heard Tell use a real pistol.

I was looking forward to a desktop with a worthy woman.

I got no qualms about hitting a woman, mind you.

Provided she's worthy.

of a fight.

And you are worthy.

Your husband was a lucky man.

Well, till I came along then.

It seems a bit more fair, wouldn't you say?

Let's leave it up to the fire.

Sweet dreams, love peach.

Please take this.

It's not much, unfortunately. We don't have much to give.

Thank you.

Do you want a ride into town, or... Hey, now.

You don't need to be scared.

Where'd you get these?

Santa Claus.

You best start speaking the truth before I make you do it. Took my stones back

into my pants and cut me free.

These guns were stolen from me.

Almost didn't recognize you underneath all that film.

You that bitch what's been causing all those problems.

That's right.

I'm that bitch.

Problems for who?

Same person who gave you these guns?

You're supposed to be dead.

Well, I... Sorry to disappoint.

Who gave you the gun?

Maybe I took them myself.

I've seen what you do to folks whose backs have turned.

That couple in the road, both had bullets in their backs.

If you'd have took them, you'd have killed me in my sleep.

I'm asking you again.

You yellow sack of shit.

Who gave you the gun?

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Who gave you the gun? Go to hell.

Who?

God, you sick bitch! You sick fucking bitch!

I'm only gonna ask you this one more time.

Who gave you the guns?

I'm gonna cut your damn head off!

Wrong answer.

Who gave you these guns, hillbilly?

It was Frank!

Frank, the sheriff!

He got them from a bounty hunter and he gave them to me.

Do you know what happened to my husband?

Answer me!

Cartwright had evidence on Frank.

So he did what he always does.

He hired that bounty hunter friend of his to kill Cartwright.

Rob them, and they pin it on some sucker with a phony bounty.

What evidence?

They've been robbing and killing people to pay off the legislations.

It's the curious place in the Senate.

Hey, congratulations.

You figured it out. I can't believe it. You better believe it. He does shit like

that all the time.

Frank's so crooked, if you fed him nails, he spit out corkscrews. What

.M. and all that gold?

Thanks, Cole.

J .M. only handles the money and takes a cut.

Don't you get it, bitch?

We've got all the cards.

The law in Sterling owns your ass.

And I own your balls.

My balls!

When you murdered that innocent couple back there, Mr. Town Marshal, who did

kill first?

What do you care? Tell me.

Ma 'am.

I shot the man first.

Satisfied?

And she saw it happen?

Lovely Miss Maggie.

A round of whiskey for my new friends here, please.

It is well earned after a long day.

Coming right up, W .D.

What kind of mess are y 'all tending to today?

There's been a string of hole -ups along the countryside.

Of course, we learned that the prey pig farm is burned down.

And then we saw, well...

Let's just say we saw the worst of it, but that's done now. Now, we drink.

Did I hear you say that pig farm burned down?

That's right.

You know anything about that, Tick?

No.

Just you probably deserved it is all.

She dead?

Excuse me.

I says, she dead?

Did that give you a personal sense of satisfaction?

They haven't found a body.

Any more questions?

You shouldn't have paid him without a body. A finger, her eye, anything.

I trust Diego got the job done. But why?

He doesn't have a personal stake in any of this, and that woman... You've got to

stop worrying about that woman. The deal is done.

We've got bigger things on our hands.

Everything is going smoothly.

You've just got to stay calm and steady on me, you hear?

Long day, friend?

Ever since I came to this charming town, it's been nothing but long days.

You must be Frank's new deputy I heard so much about.

But what about this new deputy you got? What about him? I got him chasing Lee's

tail all over the county, keeping him busy. He's harmless.

Does he understand how you operate?

Not everyone needs to know everything.

He is going to be fat in the fire if you don't keep a close watch on him. What

did I just tell you?

I got my eye on him. By the time he finishes running those fools errands,

business will be settled.

You are affiliated with Frank in some fashion?

I'm a bounty hunter.

Sometimes I bring him wanted men.

Is that right?

He is not like the others. I don't think this one is for sale.

Jim, 20 years ago in a few states over, he would literally have been for sale.

You think too much of these lesser thans.

May I inquire about your most recent acquisitions?

No offense, Deputy.

I don't like talking business if an eye ain't paid to do so.

Well, I'm simply wondering if, uh,

Thomas Prey may be among them.

Or perhaps he may know a little something about the disappearance of his

Molly, and the recent burning of their home.

Has Lee checked in with you yet? Not yet.

Fucking drunk, he's been gone nearly a week. So what?

Frank.

I'm saying that I can see the seams.

I'm not trying to beat a dead horse here. Then don't. Your attention is

too thin.

And she's missing, isn't she?

You didn't find this Molly person in the find?

Huh.

That is a shame.

Listen, when this town with nothing more than 30 -some ranchers and prostitutes

running your bunco act... Was manageable, but this?

And running for a Senate seat?

Frank, you have enough power with the funds you have accumulated. Just keep

goddamn goal.

Keep your goddamn face down. Frank, I'm saying why?

You look tired.

Your eyes are weary.

I've seen eyes like yours before.

In the war.

So you have served.

I did.

Whereabouts?

New Mexico, Texas.

Hell, I was at the Battle of Val Verde.

You don't say.

Unfortunately, my time in the Army was cut short.

Well, fortunately, depending on how you look at it.

Now, what does that mean?

My whole company was killed.

Talking to a lone survivor.

Why? I am trying to build something. And what is that?

A country.

The way I see it, Deputy, it's every man for himself in this world.

You know why we won that day, Val Verde, Deputy?

It wasn't for the war.

Hell, it wasn't for the South.

It's for a drink of water.

See, we was out in that heat for days, parts of thirst.

And them Yanks, they was the only thing standing between us and the Rio Grande.

We killed them boys because we was thirsty.

Nothing more, nothing less.

So tell me, what them weary Yankee eyes of yours see today?

It's a stick -up along the countryside.

Couple been shot, wagon looted.

I assumed you were made of stronger stuff.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

No, that wasn't it.

It was what else we found.

And what was that?

It was a man who had been tied to a tree.

His manhood needle -aided, shot full of holes, and then his head cut off.

You told me to let you know if I found anything.

Eat lead, cocksuckers.

Cut her off on the right!

you

Am I dead?

No, I can't be.

Not yet.

Those men that did this to you, they have to pay.

I can't rest until... I can't rest.

Until they're all dead.

They must die.

Speak to me.

Are you still in there?

What? We have been calling out to you from the dark.

We want you to help us.

Help you?

You can go back. What? What does that mean?

You can go back if you deliver their souls.

What? Deliver their souls.

Once they have all departed, your soul shall know.

Whatever it takes.

Find a body?

How's JM?

Alive. Short -handed, but alive.

Could have used your help today.

Could have covered more ground if I had more men.

If you're referring to these gentlemen, I need them to get this place looking

back to normal as soon as possible. I've got some guests coming in from the

legislature, and if they were to pay me a visit with things being as they are...

I was talking about you.

I have better things to do than traipse around the countryside until I trip over

some stiff bitch.

You've got better things to do.

That's right. Several people were killed in your town last night, Frank.

And you're too busy to find the woman who did it.

No, it feels to me that maybe you don't want her found.

Oh, really?

Feels like it.

Well...

While you were out riding around, we got word from the Stevens family out east

that they saw Mrs. Prey making camp on the edge of their property. Now, how is

that for help? Really?

So Buck Stevens rode all the way here and had time to tell you while I was

It is a ride, that's true. All the more reason you better hurry along. Now, I

believe that she'll be making camp on the Canyon Pass Road if she's still out

there that runs through the back edge of their property. I suppose you were too

busy. To ride along.

Actually, I thought she'd be more likely to turn herself into you alone.

If she's still alive, which I doubt.

Maybe so.

Good.

Best get steppin'.

Followin'

and healin'.

Drank senses regard.

You need to come with me and turn yourself in.

To the man who just tried to have you killed?

Frank will get his due in due time.

For now, you need to do the right thing and come quietly with me back to

Sterling.

Help me take him down. I'm serious now.

You killed a lot of innocent people last night and one not -so -innocent town

marshal.

What's the difference between you and Frank if you're going to kill innocent

people?

It's different.

Something definitely is.

What's your plan?

J .N.'s hiding gold someplace.

I think I know where to look. Where?

Same place he hides all Frank's dirty secrets underground

Underground

You again.

Get him, boy!

Oh, shit.

Where's that gold going?

Well, hello, deputy.

I would ask what you're doing here with this creature.

But I never trusted you to begin with, so I can't say I'm surprised.

You know all about frank schemes, J .M.

Now, where's that gold going?

Okay.

I'm going to give you to the count of three.

Oh, yeah?

You're going to have me shot, deputy?

One. I am a respectable citizen. You are an officer of the law, and I am not

resisting. Two. Be reasonable.

Okay? Okay?

Wait.

You think I want to be out here in this cemetery hauling shit around for that

son of a bitch?

If I quit now, he'll kill me. I can protect you. You're naive.

As long as you tell me where that gold's going, I give you my word, you will be

safe. That asshole used me as a human shield while this one shot my damn hand

off.

How am I supposed to earn a living building with a goddamn hook?

He's sloppy.

He's stupid.

And he doesn't listen to anything anyone says. I told him that you shouldn't be

trusted. You are breaking my heart.

The gold, J .M.

It's going to the Cartwright house.

George Cartwright's house?

Why?

There's a big party tonight for the legislators that Frank has paid off. And

are bringing in the goods. That's right.

Why George is playing?

The Cartwrights wanted to show their appreciation to Frank for solving

murder so promptly.

And Frank just couldn't stop smiling.

He thought it was hysterical.

J .M., you are under arrest.

You can't... Whoa!

God damn it, Molly Prey! Why?

Why would you do that? He was giving up. I gave him my word.

They all die.

That was the deal.

Deal?

What deal?

Am I part of this deal in any capacity that I should be aware of?

No.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your ears for just a moment, I would

to say a few words.

Now, if I've learned anything from my time on this earth, it is that we are

masters of our own destiny.

When me and 30 others come to this savage land trying to make a new home

ourselves, it was only through American grit, determination, and spirit that we

were able to transform it into the truly great place that it is now.

And when rustlers and primitives and other godless people threatened her in

infancy, well, we fought back with that same righteous spirit and we prevailed.

We traveled back to the dark corners from which they came.

Because this is our America.

It was ours before we ever set boots on her. Yes, it was.

Just waiting for someone with a prop of grit.

determination, and spirit. And I promise to carry those same qualities with me

all the way to the Senate!

Thank you, everyone!

Enjoy your dinner! Thank you!

There's a proper politician.

Rousing words, Frank, I mean it. Next stop, the Senate. But then...

Who knows?

Well, thank you. You flatter me.

That was a very adequate performance, but I'm not interested in any chess

-beating nationalism if there's no money in our coffers. Gentlemen, I can assure

you that that is being handled at this very moment. It was just a matter of

making a withdrawal that was delaying things slightly, but it is en route to

this very party. You see, a man of action as well as words.

Looking for this?

The fuck you think you're doing, Turner? Molly Praise shooting the place to

shit. Give me my gun, you son of a bitch.

You tried to have me killed, Frank.

What are you going to do, Turner?

You going to shoot me?

everybody. What the hell with you and your husband?

You're both trash.

You don't mean anything.

My only regret is I didn't kill him myself, but that would be beneath me.

Because people like me rule the world.

People like you shovel shit!

I can't move.

I can't move.

I can't. I can't move my body.

I can't. I can't move my body.

You paralyzed me.

You paralyzed me. You paralyzed me.

Where's your bounty hunter?

Just kill me.

Just kill me. I will.

I promise.

First, you have to tell me where he is. Shoot me.

Shoot me.

Shoot me, you goddamn bitch.

Where is he?

In a cabin in Fire Creek Valley, south of Sterling City.

Just do it already.

I'm already a dead man.

Let's do it!

Go get us some horses.

Guess I best get to stepping.

Uh! Uh!

Uh!

I take it Frank's dead.

Yeah.

That's what I thought.

You are persistent.

I'll give you that.

My life ended the day you came to my home.

Thought I'd return the gesture.

I was working well within the law.

But you come here to murder me.

No official documents.

Pretty big difference, I'd say.

But hey, I was just trying to survive like everybody else.

Like you, Peach.

Get your guns and walk your ass out here.

Well,

you want to settle this like real men, huh?

Hmm.

Atta girl.

I knew you wouldn't disappoint.

Very well.

Let's do things your way.

You ready to be reunited with your husband?

All out of bullets.

I'll walk across the street from you, babe.

It was a desperate guarantee.

My fists are wound in gloves of leather.

My aim is true, my eyes are clear.

That noise is roaring in my ear, babe.

Sweat back through my head.

My ears, they burn.

My teeth, I'm grinding.

A crack is floating through the air.

You told me to guard.