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(suspenseful music)

(dissonant music)

(insects chirping)

(thunder crashing) (rain gushing)

(panting)

- You expect me to believe one man done this?

One man?

One unarmed man did all this?

- It's what we're told.

- By who, exactly?

(coughs)

- What happened here?

- He was waiting for 'em.

And he started asking questions.

- [Marshal] What about?

- About you.

- What about me?

- I don't know, but they started arguing.

- What happened?

- All hell broke loose.

(somber music)

- [Foreman] Keep working, you.

We gotta get this railroad built.

- [Jing] I know it's not much, but.

- It's perfect.

- You're perfect.

And one day we'll have land of our own

and a house for everyone.

- I'm happy where we are, Jing.

- I know, but.

- I don't need much.

I just need you.

I just need us.

Forever.

- Forever.

(coughing)

(grunts)

(coughing)

(groaning)

(panting)

- Pick it up.

(speaking foreign language)

Pick it up.

You either pick it up or I shoot you dead.

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

- I'm sorry.

- You just drew on a law man.

(door closes)

Get up boy.

(coughing)

You have got to be out of your mind.

Get away from my bars.

- I didn't do anything wrong.

(laughs)

- Well that's a matter of perspective now, isn't it?

Once the marshal gets back into town,

he'll decide what to do with ya.

- When the marshal gets back into town,

he'll see that I'm innocent.

- You are many things, but innocent is not one of them, boy.

Jesus Christ, he really does smell like a fuckin' animal.

You might wanna sick the hose on him, Frank.

Ask me where I'm headed.

- Where you headed to, Deputy?

- Well, I'm glad you asked, you see

I got a date with a lady friend,

and I think our Mr. Chinaman knows exactly who she is,

in fact, I know you know who she is.

- Now you have got to be out of your goddamn mind,

I will paint these walls with your brains.

- I'm the one you got a problem with.

Leave her be.

- Problem?

I don't have a problem with you.

I see you as nothing, except for something

maybe that exists in between the dirt and the roaches,

but nothing of importance in my world.

Your woman, however, I do have a problem with her.

You see, I have yellow fever, and I'm hoping

that she's the cure.

(door closes)

(insects chirping)

I'm terribly sorry to disturb you

at such an ungodly hour, Miss...

- Phang, Miss Phang.

Is everything okay?

- I'm not gonna lie to you, this is about your husband.

I'm afraid he's in a whole lot of trouble.

But I assure you, I am here to help you, in any way I can.

- Where is he?

- There was an incident at town.

- I saw it, it wasn't Jing's fault.

- Now now, I'm not here to discuss the law

or who did or didn't do something.

I'm just here to help you, you and your husband, to do this,

peaceful-like.

- [Jing] Hey Frank.

- Now son, I been patient, I have been kind,

but you have done burned my patience

down to the fuckin' ground.

You yellow-skinned piece of shit,

keep your hands off of the--

(grunting)

(speaking foreign language)

(thunder rumbling)

(building creaking)

- [Li] Where's Jing?

You said he was, I need to go find my husband.

- I believe you misunderstood my intentions.

(sighs)

I'm sorry for the confusion.

Your husband is obviously not here.

I brought you here for personal reasons.

Now, I can help reunite you with him, and I'd like to.

But you're gonna have to do a little something for me.

To get a little you gotta give a little.

Now would you like to go see your husband?

Take my hand.

(Li screams)

Oh.

This place brings back memories.

See, when I was little, this place used to be

Still actually see the blood stains of the animals.

Nope.

It's gonna be over real soon, okay?

And then you'll see your husband.

You'll see him real soon, just be--

(cries out)

(moans)

(grunts)

It's okay.

That's okay.

Shh.

Shh.

(panting)

That's okay.

(groaning)

(coughing)

(somber music)

(grunts)

Woo!

Hey now.

(thunder rumbling)

(rain pattering)

Oh fuck.

Fuck.

(gun clicks)

Oh fuck.

(thunder rumbling)

(rain gushing)

(eerie music)

- Oh no no no.

Oh no.

(panting)

(somber music)

Oh no.

No.

(shouting)

Hey!

I need help!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

(thunder rumbling)

(splashes)

(Li murmuring)

(panting)

Hey.

Don't turn your back on me.

All I need is a name.

- Chink.

You better get going where you came from.

- I just need his name.

(suspenseful music)

(glass shatters)

(grunting)

I just need his name.

- You can kill me.

What do you think I'm go do?

(gun fires)

(crashing)

(gun clicks)

(pants)

(gun clicks)

- He gave him what he wanted.

- What are you talkin' about?

- Said you'd be lookin' for him.

Said to give this to Marshal Walker.

(sighs)

Get some men together.

And get me a tracker.

What is it, Danny?

- Jake Sanders.

- What about him?

- Jake was our tracker.

- Then find me another one!

Get!

Make sure that they get a fittin' burial.

(coin clinks)

(sighs)

What a damn mess.

(sighs)

Jesus.

- He hadn't paid.

- Stick it on his tab, he's good for it.

(mumbling)

(splashes)

Get up!

(laughs)

(laughing)

you seem to know who I am, I don't know who you are.

(gun clicks)

- Got a job for you.

- Not today you're not.

- So I'm guessing I have little choice.

- No you do not.

(coughing)

- Who's hirin'?

- Marshal Walker.

(laughs)

- What's the job?

- It's any easy one.

Need you to track one man.

- It's easy, huh?

Then why you need me?

- We need this done quickly.

- One thing I learned about trackin' men.

It's never easy and you damn sure never rush it.

- Well now, that's two things.

(laughs)

- That one's a keeper.

(coughs)

Where are my damn britches?

Oh, shit.

- We'll be outside waitin'.

Come on, Danny.

The other riders'll meet ya in the mornin'.

(door closes)

(somber music)

(coughs)

- Marshal.

- Oriel.

(coins clanking)

That should cover it.

- I'll take real good care of 'em.

- Just get 'em out of the street.

Folks don't need to see this.

- Right, right.

(coughing)

- You stick to my boy like flies on shit till this is done.

He takes a piss, you hold it for him,

he takes a shit, you wipe him.

But you keep him safe.

- Although Frank would very much enjoy that,

I'm quite capable of taking care of myself.

Which begs the question, why am I not going with them?

- Give us a minute, Frank.

Because being your father, it's my job (sighs)

to protect you, James.

Read this.

Now you know why you can't go and why we need to end this,

be done with it.

- Let me clean up my own mess.

- Best you remember who made this mess in the first place.

Makes me sick thinking about what you done.

Don't take your eyes off me, boy.

Best we get this dealt with quick and let people forget

about the Chinaman and his wife.

- They're not gonna--

- Hey.

You're my son and I love you, James,

but this is the last time, the last damn time.

I made your mother a promise, God rest her soul,

that I'd keep you outta trouble.

Trouble just seems to find you, don't it?

And right now I'm going to pray for forgiveness,

and you oughta go with me.

(somber music)

- God turned his back on us a long time ago.

You old fool.

(woman moaning)

- Lord,

as far as the boy,

I've tried hard to forgive him.

But there's just no good in him.

Never has been.

But damn me, I made a promise to his mother on her deathbed

that I'd see to it that no harm would come to him,

even though I know it should.

Forgive me for that.

Please forgive me for that.

(insects chirping)

- Whoa.

You see anything?

- Yeah.

- You know Senor, we're gettin' real tired of your jokes.

I just buried four of my men.

We paid for results.

First of all, nobody spoke to me about any money.

Second of all, this guy killed four of your men.

- He did.

- Maybe.

But I see badges pinned on you and your friends.

- We're not planning on bringing him in alive, Senor.

- Well, I'm a tracker, not a hunter.

- Do we have a problem, Senor?

- I don't.

back where it belongs.

Now about my fee.

- Eh.

Senor.

When we find that Chinaman, and we don't need you no more,

we'll come back to this conversation, huh?

- Can't wait.

And just for the record, I like women.

- Ya baby. (smooches)

- And he says that fella's lucky at cards too.

(laughing)

- Hey hon.

- Hi darlin'.

(chattering)

- [Marshal] Get up.

- Excuse me, gentlemen.

Well ain't you angry enough to fight

a bear with a hickory switch?

- There's four good men layin' in pine boxes

out on the street right there because of what you did.

You got blood on your hands, boy.

- I said I'm sorry.

- You're sorry.

Sorry ain't good enough.

I come in here and catch you laughin' and drinkin'.

Might as well be pissin' on their corpses.

- Well what am I supposed to do?

I ain't allowed to drink, what am I allowed to do, Father?

- You're gonna go home and you're gonna stay there

till this is done.

Maybe if we're lucky, we mend this quickly

with you still alive, but I swear to you,

I catch you in town again drinkin' or whorin'

before this man is caught, you'll have me to contend with.

You best be ready to go all-in.

- You're not worth the bullet, old man.

(somber music)

- [Carlos] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

(insects chirping)

- Hyah.

- That's the horse he stole from us.

He's on foot now.

- Well I guess it says something about the man

you're hunting then, doesn't it?

- The man we're hunting.

- Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I said.

- And he's not a man.

- Horse is lame.

Figure that's why he didn't want to ride it into the dirt.

Hyah.

- That horse don't look lame.

- Oh, you know a lot about horses then, do ya?

- I know that horse belongs to us.

- Well why don't you go chase it, then?

- You know, gringo, you're becoming a real pain in the ass.

- You might wanna have that checked out by Dr. Wade

when you get back there.

Could be something serious.

- It's gonna be serious when we find that Chinaman, huh?

For you.

- I figured that's why you ain't discussed my fee yet.

Too dark now.

Let's set up camp.

- Camp?

We just found his tracks!

Hey, we'll follow him now.

- Maybe you missed the part about it being dark.

I can't track what I can't see.

Camp.

(spits)

- Get away.

Evenin'.

- Looks to me like we're behind schedule.

- What do you expect?

- I expect when I pay good money for a job

that it oughta be done when I need it done.

- Speakin' of pay.

You owe me on my draw.

I got mouths to feed too.

- You're lucky I need those tracks.

- Pleasure doing business with you.

(insects chirping)

(crunching)

- Did you hear that?

(eerie music)

- Where?

Spread out, spread out, dammit.

(shouts)

(thuds)

(somber music)

(birds chirping)

(grunts)

- You hungry?

- Nah.

(spits)

So what's your plan, son?

(spits)

- Who said I had one?

- Well you just gonna keep killin' men

till you get the one you're after?

- Mm-hmm.

I was hoping the one I was looking for was with you.