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Punish me!

No!

On your feet, convict.

The CO wants to speak with you.

Thank you.

Private, I'm Colonel Havers.
This is General Craven.

I understand
you used to be a slave.

So was most men in my company.

Most of the men in your company

didn't escape
from the Boston mountains.

Most of the men in my company
are dead.

What do you
know about Fort Defiance?

Just things I heard.

It's central to Confederate
supply of coal and quartz.

Near the top of Mount Stoker

on the border
of Indian territory.

And it's got guns.

Twenty-inch behemoths
pointed right at us,

with a hell of a range.

We want you to lead
an expedition into the fort,

destroy the guns
and everything in there

before we reach Fort Gibson.

Why me?

Because you know the area.

That quartz mine
that you escaped from...

it's only six miles away.

Excuse me, sir.

Ain't no way we
can infiltrate that fort

and escape there with our lives.

What I hold
in my hand is a pardon

from President Lincoln,

absolving you of all charges,

that should you complete
the mission,

you and your men will be given
your 40 acres,

as promised

to all emancipated slaves.

Promising ain't giving.

And in this hand,

something that I signed.

That you and your team
will be put to death

for striking an officer

and showing cowardice
in the face of the enemy.

My men had nothing to do
with that, and you know it.

That is "sir," boy!

I will hang you filthy
Black son of a bitches

from the highest tree
until you rot,

so help me God.

You can walk out of here

with the promise of freedom...

and a chance to toil
your own land.

Or you and your men
can be put in the land,

six feet under.

Your choice.

Well...

since y'alls got it
all figured out...

I might as well volunteer, then.

Sir.

You understand,

you or any of your boys
try and run,

we will hunt you down

and we will kill you.

Ah!

What do we have, Skip?

Should be...

somewhere around...

here.

What you mean,
somewhere around here?

- If we lost, just say we lost.
- We ain't lost.

You don't know where exactly.

Could be anywhere
within five miles.

Watch your tone, Washington.

He might be leading us
into Rebel country

and he's already fucking up,
why don't you watch that, Abe?

I said watch your mouth, boy.

Fuck them stripes!

- Hey!
- This don't concern you none.

Just back off, man.
I'm warning you.

Get your finger out of my face.

I said back the fuck up, Cuffy.

- What you wanna do?
- Hey, Sarge.

- Enough!
- Sarge, let me get him.

Cuffy, stand down.

Now you care
about them stripes, huh?

Y'alls meant to be free,

but you're still slaves
up in your minds.

Fuck this shit detail.

Hey, are you scared?

Six Black men
in Confederate country.

You goddamn right I'm scared.

- You'd be fool not to be.
- Hmm.

How come we going
on this shit detail anyway?

- 'Cause the man says so.
- That's right.

I heard about this fort.

Men be scalped
and tortured to death in there.

They say no one
ever go in and come out alive.

That the devil hisself
is too afraid to go near there.

Now you know
why we got this shit detail.

Come on, move out. This way.

And the Lord Jesus wept.

Goddamn.

They even killed the dog.

Our boys do this?

They ain't our boys.

What the hell
are Yankees doing out

this far south?

Abe...

bring her over here.

What happened here?

They come, they try
to steal everything.

They take our food, our silver.

They beat Miss Lucy.

Took advantage of her.
She tried to fight back.

And Mr. Enoch,
he come try to save her.

And he killed
that son of a bitch with a fork.

- Hey, we got a live one here.
- Ah, shit.

An Indian?

What's your name?

You ain't gonna get shit
out of her.

What is your name?

Tsula.

What happened
to these soldiers here?

Bad men.
Killed Onacona and her masters.

I hid in the shed, but I thought
for sure they'd find me.

Is that Onacona?

We came to barter goods.

They got scared.

Scared? About what?
Confederates?

Something in them woods.

Bad juju.

Hold on, what you mean
by bad juju?

In them woods,
bad juju come at night.

Silly superstitions.

What you mean,
bad juju come at night?

The devil come and take you.

I don't know, Skip.

Ain't nothing out here.

We should get going.

What about them?

What about them?

We can't just leave them.

Take them with us?

Are you insane?

Don't be thick
in front of me, Abe.

You, here.

That way's Indian territory.

Follow the trail down,

that'll take you right
into Cherokee country.

- If the Confederates find her?
- Not our problem, Stevens.

- Now get your shit and fall in.
- It's the right thing to do.

I don't give a shit!

We got a job to do.

Now, all y'all pick up your gear
and let's go.

Please don't leave us here.

Listen...

I would like to help you.

I really would.

But I can't.

I'm sorry.

Follow the trail down.

That way.

You'll be fine.

Move out!

Look here, young lady.

I would like to give you this
for good luck.

Now, I know you Indians
have your own god,

but the one true God is our
Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.

- He will protect you.
- Jesus Christ, Stevens.

At night, stay inside
and light them fires.

Watch out for them treetops.

You check them trees for snakes?

The only snake
I got to worry about

is the one in my hand,
Brother Hap.

Why is we out here
so fucking early?

It's recon, buddy. It's recon.

'Cause the boss man say so.

What the boss man wants...

...the boss man's gonna get.

Are y'all finished?

Hey, boss. Them Yankees...

Mm-hmm. Circle left.

You got coloreds in blue.

Coloreds in uniform.

What the hell is next?

Coloreds with a gun
against your head, motherfucker.

That's what's next.

- Where's the rest of your squad?
- I'm alone.

- Bullshit.
- Man,

let me cut this cracker's neck
open like a chicken,

we can get out of here.

Let's take him to Skip.

Up. Slow.

Hey.

Skip's right.

Found another one
up on that ledge.

Sit him down over there

and see what we can
get out of him.

Why? What's he gonna know?

Plans, Washington.
Ever heard of them?

- I thought we was on a mission.
- We are, Washington.

He is in uniform.

Fool, you is dumber
than I think you think I am,

and much dumber than you think
I think you are.

You think they'd treat us
like some captured soldiers?

God does not want us
to be like them.

Boy...

they'd swing your Black ass
from a tree for fun.

All right, boys!

Fun's over!

Drop them rifles.

Drop them, he said.

Nice and slow, goddamn it.

Nice and slow.

Excuse me, sir.

How does one
drop something slow?

That's how.

Anybody else got any sass?

What regiment you from, boy?

First Kansas
Colored Infantry, sir.

Army of the Frontier.

- Y'all deserters?
- That's right.

No one asked you
a goddamn thing.

Whoo! This one ran before!

- Get up.
- Is that right?

Well, look at you.

You's a big'un, ain't you?

Tell me something,

where you run from, boy?

Sweet Tree, Louisiana.

Sweet Tree, Louisiana.

That's mighty far for a sack
of shit like you to run.

How you make it out this way?

Easy.

Every step I took,
I knew I was one step closer

from killing one of you
cracker motherfuckers.

Goddamn.

Oh, you got sass.

I do.

Bet you got a lot more
where that came from.

Thing is,

we don't like sass.

No, we don't.

That's why slave boys like you
need to be hanging.

And me, I'm a hangman.

That's what I do.

And I'm fixing to hang you.

Don't you move.
Stand right there.

Whoo! Up, up you go.

Up you go.

Not so sass now, is you, boy?

Take your eyes off me.

Don't you move a muscle.

Just keep watching your friend.

You might be next.
Who wants to go next? You?

Ah!

Ah!

How do you like that,
motherfucker?

Ah!

Blunt.

- Barabbas?
- It's Abe.

- Let me see?
- Abe?

I'm okay. It's okay.

I can make...

Get his climbing gear
and put it in your pack.

Hey, Skip.

Now, why didn't you kill him
on the ridge

when you had the chance?

I just... Look,
I understand that, Skip...

I told you to take care of him.

Hey!

Where the hell was you?

Saving your asses.

How does it feel
to always be right?

Hey.

Being right is my business.

Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

Okay, with Blunt
and Stevens gone,

we got four men
to do a six-man job.

All right, in order, one...

rigging the guns
and blow 'em up.

You climb the outer wall here.

From there,
it's a straight shoot

up to the guns
and the roof here.

Rig it with dynamite

and drop
the fuse line down to us.

Without Blunt, you're gonna
have to go it alone.

If I can fit,
it shouldn't be a problem.

You'll fit. Two...

Cut the telegraph wire
so they can't send for help,

alert the Army of sabotage.

- But that was Steven's job.
- Now it's yours.

- What are you gonna do?
- Your job.

Three, rig the foundation
and exits.

Make sure no one
leaves the fort alive.

We both go in here
through the coal cellar,

except now you go here
and cut the telegraph wires.

- Got it.
- And what about me?

Four, stay on the perimeter
and rig the explosives.

Blow 'em sky-high
any given time,

whether we're out of there
or not.

Guns in the buildings
need two people each.

Well, they're both dead, Abe.

It's gonna be tight,
but we can still do it

as long as we...

What the hell is she doing here?

I'm sorry. I followed you.

Who said you could come?

We're going deeper
into these woods,

to a Confederate fort,

and we ain't leaving
till we done

what we came here to do.

I hear you.

But I still prefer my chanced
with you than without.

You look hungry.

You know, apples are all
well and good, but...

there's nothing like
a good piece of meat.

Wouldn't you agree?

You know I like rabbit.

I, uh, never met no one
called Barabbas before.

It's biblical.

Barabbas was a slave, wasn't he?

Wait.

He was a thief.

Got spared in place of Jesus.

Perhaps my mother hoped
I'd be spared.

Except she forgot there
ain't no such thing as mercy

in this world.

Not for no Negro, anyhow.

How'd a man like you
end up in the Army?

I was drafted.

And you?

I volunteered.

No.

I meant, what's your story?

What's my story?

Same as any other slave.

No better, no worse.

Please, sir, please!

She's with child.

Shut up!

No! Punish me!

Oh, sir, please have mercy
on her child!

This is gonna hurt you...

...a lot more
than it's gonna hurt me.

And your woman,

unfortunately...

she didn't make it.

Listen, if you hadn't lied to me

on whether or not
you had rabbit in your blood...

perhaps this wouldn't
be happening to you at all.

Shit happens, you know.

Hey, where'd you get those?

Came from that tree over there.

Judas tree.

Supposed to be the tree

Judas hung himself on.

His blood turned
all the white flowers pink.

Or so they say.

Question is,

what was Judas doing
hanging himself in America?

We call it the eastern rosebud.

It's said to ward off
evil spirits.

Maybe you should give them
to Cuffy, then.

We believe that for every poison
and evil in the world,

there's a plant counterpart.

That's a nice thought.

You don't believe that?

No. I do not.

Ooh.

Hope y'all filled
your canteens already.

Oh, Christ, Washington.

Oh, shit!

Good God.

Yeah, like a wolf
done got to him.

No. No wolf did this.

A wolf doesn't go for your neck
and leave the rest of you.

There's no bites anywhere.
No scratches.

The thing tore
its fucking throat out.

Well, if a wolf attacked you,
wouldn't you fight it off?

So, what the hell
did that to him, then?

I don't know.

Maybe he got bit
and fell off the cliff.

Wolves didn't have a chance
to finish him off.

What the hell's a Yankee
doing this far out here?

Hell if I know.

I think it was a wolf.

Break's over. Come on.

Come on.

Are you all right?

I'll be fine.

Come on, get off your asses.

Skip thought she was gonna be
holding our asses up.

Yeah, that's before either of us
knew she was part goat.

Get your old ass up. Come on.

Before Skip rips
my damn arm off.

See them lights?

That's where we're heading?

You know it?

No.

Bad things happen in them woods.

This again.

Everybody here knows
them woods is cursed.

It's bad juju.

Man is not meant to go there.

And yet, man built hisself
a whole fort right there.

I reckon we got ourselves
another three hours' hike

if we don't run
into any more problems.

Where's Abe?

Abe!

He was just behind me.

I pulled him off a tree
five minutes ago.

Where the hell is Abe?

Hey!

Find him.

Sweep pattern,
double back 50 meters.

- I'll help.
- Don't get lost.

Let's go.

Abe.

Rossmore, where you at?

I don't know if Abe were here.

Abe.

Hey!

You found something?

I found his gun.

And the boot marks, they...

They end here.

What do you mean, they end?

I don't know.
I can't explain it, Skip.

It's like... he vanished
in the trees.

- Vanished?
- Yeah.

That's not good enough,
Corporal.

I want him found now.

Hold on. Hold on.

Oh, no.

Ah, it's okay.

Oh, no.

Oh! Oh!

Shh, shh, shh. Okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

Fuck.

So, what the hell
did that to him?

Abe was with me
the first day I joined the Army.

We fought together
at Fort Hudson in '62.

And then again at Tulip Springs.

He had a son.

Now we another man dead.

Leaves three to do
what was a six-man job.

We keep moving.

The guns are the most
important part,

and we got more than enough men
to blow those up.

Where's his bag?

Where the hell is it?

He had
the grappling hook in it, Skip.

Great.

That's just fucking great.

How are we gonna
climb that roof now?

Come on, Washington.

This whole operation is fucked.

- We can still do it.
- Bullshit we can.

Guns? Telegraph, foundation,
buildings' exits?

Even doubling up, we're short.

What about her?

Are you fucking kidding me?

Why not? She can replace Abe.

- You know how to read a clock?
- Yes.

See? She can read a clock,
same as Stevens, Abe,

or whoever.

He got a point, Skip.

You're insane.

Fuck you and this whole mission.

Come on, Washington.

- I'm out of here.
- No, you ain't.

Freedom's all well and good,

but it ain't worth shit
if you're dead.

You ain't going nowhere.

Motherfucker, is you blind?

You think them other Yankees
were a coincidence?

We're the B team.

The A team already
ended up dead.

You ain't going nowhere.

- Skip.
- You make another move

toward them woods,
and I'll kill you.

You pointing your gun at me?

You pointing your gun at me?!

Take one step in that direction,

I'll put one
in your fucking skull.

Come on, Skip.

Ain't no one quitting

this goddamn detail!

You hear me?

We're gonna show all
those motherfuckers,

General Cravens, Havers,
whoever...

that we not only as good
as any sons of bitches

in this man's army...

but we're better than them!

We're better than them.

Now, I wants my 40 acres.

And I'm gonna get it.

Hey.

You really think
he would have killed me?

Don't ask me.

Ask Blunt.

That son of a bitch.

There's a couple on the far end.

No one's in the watchtowers.

They're not expecting anyone
this time of night.

Wait a minute.

There's a squad leaving
to go on patrol.

Go on patrol? On foot?

Yeah, they're leaving.

Why are they going
on patrol now?

Hell, I wouldn't know,

but sometimes,
luck is the best plan of all.

Those towers lead
to where the guns are.

They're the only way up
without ropes.

The towers?

In the fort? With Rebels?

I'm afraid so.

Stairs are better
for climbing anyway.

Me and Tsula
will deal with booby-trapping

the foundations and exits.

Washington,
you're on wire-cutting duty,

same as before.

What's the matter with you?

Nothing a shot of whiskey
and a lady won't cure.

Let's move out.

What the fuck is this place?

Oh, man.
I ain't signed up for this shit.

Keep your voice down.

What the hell
have you gotten us into?

Is he alive?

I don't think so.

Oh, man.

I don't feel too good.

Get your shit together,
Washington.

Skip, this ain't no
regular fort.

We shouldn't have come here.

Who the hell are you?

Name's Williams.

Lieutenant James Williams.

Army of the Frontier.

First Kansas Colored Infantry.

What are you doing
down here, sir?

Recon mission.

All dead.

Every one.

Killed by those fucking animals
in there.

I know you.

You in Gardner Squad.

- What's that?
- It's an elite tactical squad.

You're not saboteurs.

You're assassins.

Assassins?

What the hell went on down here?

Guys, seriously.

There's something wrong.

There ain't nothing wrong.

They captured us downriver
and kept us alive.

What for?

They never interrogated us
or nothing.

They just tortured us.

Did it like it was some kind
of ritual or something.

Ritual?

Hang you upside down...

and pierce your neck
with a Liston knife.

Real precise-like.

Not enough to kill you.

Just enough to drain your blood.

They collected in buckets.

See?

Washington, what the fuck
is wrong with you?

Get off him! Get off him!

What the fuck got into him?

Come on.

What the fuck was that, Skip?

He's a hustradu.

The who-the who?

The hustradu.

They're evil spirits
that haunt by night

and feed on your blood.

That's what that girl
was talking about, Skip.

Evil spirits.

Keep your goddamn
superstitions outside.

Did you see the teeth
on this motherfucker?

It was bigger than him.

And, Skip, his eyes, they...

This shit ain't right, Skip.

We got to get the fuck
out of here.

Maybe it was a draft.

Feeding time.

Feed on this.

Ow.

Hey!

Oh, shit.

Well, that worked.

All right.

Lay that on me again
about them evil spirits.

And tell me everything you know.

The hustradu are ancient spirits

that came over from Europe
with the white skins

some 300 years ago.

Legends speak of ships
reaching the ports up north

and in New Orleans with nothing
but rats surviving the journey.

They say they can take on
many forms,

shifting their shape
or playing with light.

But their spirit animal
is a bat.

And like a bat,
they can only travel by night.

And how exactly did this bat
get into Washington?

They have to infect you
with their poison like a snake.

And when they do,

you don't enter
into the spirit land

beyond the grave,

but walk forever
between the winds.

Sounds like a goddamn mosquito.

What's that mean,
"walk between the winds"?

It means you're stuck here,
undead.

Rejected by God.

In Creole,
we called it "lougarou."

Skip...

I think we should abort
this mission.

Maybe.

Maybe ain't a yes.

And there's nothing
in our war papers

say we gotta take on
some goddamn devil army.

We still got a mission to run.

You're right, they ain't paying
us for evil spirits.

They're paying us to blow up
them guns.

Are they?

Or was this some type of ruse

to get us up here?

And do you think they knew

these motherfucking crazy things
was up here?

Well, it don't make
no difference now, Cuffy.

I can cut the telegraph wires
if you show me where they are.

Okay.

Everyone whittle down a stick,
just in case.

And what do we do if there's
a whole bunch of those things

still out there?

Then...

we kill them all.

Big motherfucker.

Holy shit.

Ah!

Skip!

Knock, knock.

Let me in!

Goddamn!

I'm gonna rip off
your fucking skin

and wear it as a fucking...

Well, looky here.

Oh, shit.

Where are you going, boy?
Surprised to see me?

Thought you left us for dead.

Didn't you, boy?

So why are we here?

Why are we here?

Why the fuck we here?

I'm immortal, you dumb fuck.

I've waited for a hundred years!

Oh, are you trying
to hide from me, boy?

Skip.

Where are you?

Motherfucker, come on!

Where are you?

Come out, come out.

Where the fuck are you?!

Where are you?!

Right here, bitch.

What's this?

Huh.

Killing folks
is thirsty business.

Yeah, you dead.

What the fuck?

Oh, gosh! It's me, it's me.

It's me.

This is where they sleep.

In coffins.

This one's been here 400 years.

We found their lair.

No, it's not safe down here.

We should go
before they find us.

They already have.

You know if they take us alive,
they're gonna torture us,

bleed us and scalp us.

I know.

We can't let that happen.

I know.

Hello, Barabbas.

Been a long time.

Your man upstairs is dead.

Just like all the rest
of your men.

I gotta say, uh,

your plan was kind of
half-assed.

Yeah, well, plans tend to go
out the window

when you run into giant,
bloodsucking mosquito assholes.

I prefer the word "Nosferatu."

Sounds better, I don't know.

No, bloodsucking mosquito
assholes is just fine.

You like that one, do you?

That's close enough.

You gonna light that thing?

I said, that's close enough.

Go ahead. Blow us all up.

'Cause that's what's gonna
happen if you set that off.

Don't worry, I will.

When I get another match.

Before you do that,
I wonder if you're aware

of the fact that, uh,
your wife...

and your son...

are still alive.

My son?

Yeah, you're bluffing.

Swear to God.

Or maybe I am.

Fuck you! You're bluffing!

Well, you know, there's some
things a man will bluff about,

but that ain't one of them.

- Don't listen to him.
- She died.

You killed her six years ago.

If you're right about that,

then maybe you should light that
little package and blow us up.

- He's lying!
- You don't have them.

Uh-uh, you don't have them.

What do you think
those war-torn soldiers

are gonna do to her if I'm not
around to protect her?

He's lying, Barabbas.
He'll say anything.

Come on! Blow him up!

Boom!

Come on, do it.

I can't take the chance.

Well, I can.

Wow.

Guns.

Hi there.

Boss Quantrill says
he wants to bleed you

day in and day out,

as long as possible.

Just keep you on the edge
of life.

I'd hate to be you.

You ever wonder

how you got the better of us?

Daylight.

And how'd you know that?

Y'alls is evil spirits
of the night.

Forever cursed to walk
between the winds.

Maybe weakened by the sun,

but that's a small price to pay
for immortality.

I should have cut
all your heads off

when I had the chance.

I reckon so.

But you didn't.

Why are you smiling?

Because in a minute,

I'm gonna be standing
over your headless corpse.

Well, that would be
quite the trick, boy.

And what makes you think that?

I do.

Kill him!

Cut his throat!

Cut his throat!

Take his fucking head off!

Take his fucking head off!

Take his fucking head off!

What if they had shot me again?

Or stabbed me just to make sure?

Then you'd be dead.

Go down to that hornet's nest

and burn every coffin you see.

And what are you gonna do?

Blow up them guns
once and for all.

But first...

I got an appointment with death.

Hey there, Barabbas.

Have you come here to kill me?

Mm-hmm.

I came here to send your ass
to hell.

Yeah.

You know what hell is?

It's the inability

to dream.

You can't fathom
what that is like.

Even a dog can dream.

I haven't dreamed in 400 years.

Boo-hoo. You expect me
to feel pity for you?

No, I don't expect you
to do anything.

Except maybe, um...

remember that I spared you
many years ago.

And your woman,
and your unborn son.

You ever wonder why I did that?

You spared me?

Because of your name.

It's in the Bible, you know.

Spared by fate...

to achieve the purpose of God.

I figured if I did a good deed,

I might not have to spend
an eternity

swimming around
an ocean of blood,

and the endless nightmare
of not being able to dream.

But, you know...

...no good deed...

goes unpunished.

Well, let's get
this nightmare over, then.

I don't feel so good.

Barabbas! Barabbas!

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

We believe that for every poison
and evil in the world,

there's a plant counterpart.

- You don't believe that?
- No. I do not.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.

All right, don't turn on me,
Barabbas.

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.

Don't turn on me.

God!

God.

I thought you were
done for sure.

Thanks.

You thought I was gonna
slow you down.

Oh...

Move out.

What the hell took you so long?

I had to get a light.

Surprised to see me?

I, uh...

I came to get my 40 acres.

- And my mule.
- Of course.

Did... Um, did you...

blow up the guns?

The guns?

Sure, we blew up the guns.

You don't mind, do you?

Killing folks
is a thirsty business.

By the way...

I'm sure I don't
have to tell you

after what I've been through...

but if I see you

or any of your men on my land...

heads will roll.

So that's it?

They're letting you go?

I did what I said I'd do.

So where are you gonna go now?

Find my wife and my son.

You really think they're gonna
let you keep your land?

You really think
they're gonna let you?

You should come with me.

I can't.

This is where our journey
must end.

Maybe I'll see you around.

Maybe ain't yes.

You really think
he was telling the truth

about your wife
still being alive?

I do.

I never realized it before,

but now I know she's alive.

Somewhere.

My boy too.

How can you be sure?

Being sure is my business.