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Don't kill yourself

racing back to me in a blizzard.

I will not allow

today to be the last time I see your face.

I belong with my husband.

You're pregnant?

- Why you go home? - Family needs me.

They're in danger.

I am looking for a Crow Indian girl,

16 years old.

- Can I help you? - You're under arrest

for violating Montana's statute against miscegenation.

Hey!

No, no!

How much trouble are they in?

Well, the marriage is void.

It's that fucking Whitfield.

He's gonna knock all your chess pieces off the board.

When you lay down with dogs, Banner,

you stand up with fleas.

All our lives we've had nothing.

Now we have something, and it ain't fleas.

Only fire has a more disruptive effect

upon the order of the forest than a blizzard.

Whole herds of cattle

and buffalo and elk will wander maddening circles

until the snowdrifts cover them and they are frozen in place.

The blizzard drives man and animal both mad with hunger

and cold and the disorienting nature of no sun or moon,

which is to say no direction,

no compass to guide movement or reason.

You're not using the house.

Better I'm with my family in the winter.

Logic would suggest moving the family to town

rather than you to the family

in a sod house frozen with snow.

I don't trust town.

Don't trust that sheriff either.

Sits too deep in Dutton's pocket.

I suppose someone must watch after the flock.

Too much folly for a boy and a woman.

Got no flock anymore.

They got flukes.

Killed them all.

Look at all you sacrificed

and suffered

to protect sheep.

You killed men and almost died yourself.

And all it took was a worm

to destroy everything you fought for.

Livestock isn't a business, Banner.

It's the toil of peasants.

It should be left to them.

You are no peasant. Not anymore.

Snow should begin melting next month.

We'll dig another shaft.

Worms...

don't kill gold.

It's immune to drought and to winter,

and its demand is endless.

That is a business.

Stop the car.

What the hell are they doing?

Some of the Norwegian miners asked

if they could ski the mountain.

I didn't see the harm in it,

at least not for us.

I figured if they want to kill themselves

on the side of a mountain, so be it.

You must take me to them.

Now!

Banner, hurry!

I don't see the hurry.

It's just a bunch of drunk blokes teasing death.

You don't see the hurry because you don't have vision, Banner.

Get in the car. I'll show you some.

It's close enough.

Let's go have a word with that judge.

Well, you know him, Jake. That could go two ways.

Well, it could go two ways out here.

Well, what do you want me to do?

Stay here and don't start any fights.

We'll be back.

Yeah.

Sheriff McDowell

and Commissioner Dutton here to see you.

- Show 'em in. - Yes, sir.

- Gentlemen. - Thank you.

Morning, gentlemen.

There's some coffee here if you want some.

No, thank you, Roy.

I'll have some.

Thought gunfighters didn't drink coffee.

Makes their hand too shaky.

I try not to shoot at men so far away

that the shake matters.

Ca-Can't ever tell when he's joking.

He's not joking.

What can I do for you?

People v. Davis.

I don't have that on my docket.

Woman in holding for miscegenation.

Ah. You mean Asami Ashikaga.

Alice Davis is the falsified name on the marriage license.

She's married to my wagon boss.

She's not married at all.

State doesn't recognize their marriage.

They enter a plea at the arraignment?

There's no plea.

She was cohabitating with a Caucasian man.

Has two children with the man and a marriage license.

She's guilty.

Only thing to decide is the sentence.

And what did you decide?

It's a quandary, Jake. Haven't figured it out yet.

If I send the flapper to prison, then the children stay

in an orphanage at the state's expense.

And if I deport her, they still stay at the state's expense

because those mongrels were born here.

They're U.S. citizens.

Husband is invalid at the county hospital.

Again, at the state's expense.

Well, I can solve your quandary.

Why don't you just remit them to my custody?

All of 'em.

Won't cost the state a dime.

- All of them? - The flapper,

the mongrels,

the invalid, the whole bunch.

What of their flophouse in town?

They'll live at the ranch.

And stay there? Yes?

I'm quite sure they've had their fill of town.

In that case, they'll be sentenced

to supervised probation in your custody.

To be seen in public

in the county together is a violation of their probation

and will result in their immediate transfer

- to the county jail. - Understood.

Provided they identify the offending priest to the court.

The signature is conveniently illegible.

Well, it sounds like you need a handwriting expert.

Can't release her till I have his identity.

You've known me for a long time, Roy.

This is about as far as I care to be pushed.

Threatening a judge, Jake?

Threats have a level of uncertainty

that comes with them.

I don't make the laws of this land.

I preside over the consequences of their violation.

You're married to a Crow woman.

Two states over, that law applies to you,

and you're the one being judged.

Guess it's a good thing I live in Montana.

Oh, my.

Put that back.

We'll tell you the name of the preacher

when you give us the name of your liquor contact.

How does that sound?

You know, Roy, maybe we ought to wander on over to my office

and... have a little chat about this.

This is blackmail.

Hmm.

What do I care about some mongrel family?

You think you won something?

You haven't won a thing.

There ain't no winner among us on this deal, Roy.

Not one.

No! No!

Damn things are everywhere this winter.

He get you good?

People shouldn't be here in the winter!

Most ain't. The livestock don't feed themselves.

The only thing getting fed around here is the wolves.

Let me grab you a buggy. I'll get you to the house.

Wishful thinking.

An icebox in the house.

What a day that will be.

- What happened? - Wolf bit her.

He was in the chicken coop.

Let's get her inside.

Go.

Spade, run. Fetch Dr. Miller.

It's not that bad.

A wolf moving about folks during the day

is either wounded or rabid.

He didn't move like he was wounded.

Killed every chicken we got.

What are you doing still standing here?

If the thing is rabid, you're racing time.

Storm's coming, ma'am. It looks to be a bad one.

All the more reason to hurry.

Let's have a look at it.

Does it hurt?

Mm-hmm. Hurts when you do that.

Here.

Here.

That hurts.

I swear, girl.

Mother of God, if it weren't for bad luck,

you'd have none at all.

I suppose the good Lord decided giving you that face

was all the favors you were getting.

He can have the face back if it keeps me

from getting shot at and bit by wolves,

everything else He's thrown at me.

I think that face is worth the trouble, darling.

Oh. Uh, apologies, sir.

Uh, w-we were told it's okay, um...

- We meant no harm. - Explain it to me.

Skiing. Explain it.

Oh, um...

W-We, uh, we learned in-in the army.

How do you do it?

Oh. Oh, well, um...

You stand and, uh, lean forward, you bend at the knee.

Then you control your speed by going side to side.

Keep the uphill edge of your ski into the snow.

It's the closest thing to flying a man can feel.

Is it difficult to learn?

You spend the first couple of days, uh, on your ass,

but... after that, it's...

Our body figures out the motion,

and it's easy, it's like riding a horse or a bike.

But I can teach you, if you want.

I don't have the patience for two days on my ass, thank you.

Can children learn it?

Oh, children pick it up the quickest.

I think, um, I think most everyone can do it.

My grandma does it.

Well...

...if you change your mind, sir, I'm, I'm happy to teach you.

Seems a silly way to waste the day to me.

Does it now?

How many gunfights you been in?

My fair share.

How many bar fights?

More than I can count.

And after, how did you feel?

Alive, which was the goal.

But you liked it.

Tell the truth.

You liked the danger of it.

It gets your blood up, aye.

Aye.

Well, your rancher aside,

it's a rich man's world now.

And everyone gets a taste.

The paper man, the tradesman, the car salesman,

the doctor, the lawyer.

The one thing you cannot buy in a store

is the euphoria of peril,

the exhilaration of danger.

I can sell that.

For a fortune.

Whoa, whoa.

Not sure we can beat this back to the ranch.

Well, I don't want to risk another night in town.

I'll take my chances on the storm.

Should have brought the covered wagon.

It's gonna be a hard trip on Alice and the kids.

After what they've been through,

I'm sure they won't mind the trip one little bit.

Zane, we're taking your family home.

They've been released. You, too.

A bed's my only future.

I can't stand for more than a minute

before God sticks a knife in my brain

and I'm throwing up my guts.

They have anybody to look you over?

Doctor, surgeon? Anybody?

They ain't had no one look me over.

Well, we'll get you out of here.

I can't walk.

Go to the sheriff and get the family.

Come on back here, we'll load up Zane and...

get him home.

We'll get you fixed up in no time.

You'll see.

Town's always left us alone.

Don't know why they care now.

'Cause Whitfield told 'em to care.

Chopping us down one by one.

Come spring...

...gonna do some chopping of our own.

If there's any of us left.

It must have been quite the hunt you were on.

Took all night.

I don't see any meat.

We fell asleep by the river.

I hate it when that happens.

We ran into a cowboy yesterday. Thought it was best to stay put.

A cowboy?

Looking for strays.

He said this isn't a rez. It's a ranch.

This is where Quanah Parker

lost the cavalry every time they chased him.

Right here.

This is his homeland.

Ain't his homeland anymore.

Cowboy said Quanah's people

moved a hundred miles north and to the east.

He didn't seem to mind we was here.

He said we was welcome.

Cowboys don't own land.

Ranchers own land.

I doubt this rancher would welcome us.

We should move.

I like it here.

We should move.

What makes the Comanche reservation

any different than ours?

They got schools there, too.

And priests. And police.

Maybe we take our chances with the cowboys.

Maybe we help them look for strays

in exchange for staying.

One man looking has bad odds of finding any.

Maybe.

Maybe.

I'll pick up his tracks on the river.

I'll find his camp.

And I'll see if I can find his rancher.

Stay hidden until I get back.

Yes.

Understood.

I-I'll let the marshal know. Thank you.

Uh, can I help you, gentlemen?

Marshal Kent. I need to speak with the marshal

assigned to this post.

One moment.

Follow me, please.

Have a seat, gentlemen.

Where are you in from?

Montana.

It's a long way from home.

Montana is my post. It is not my home.

Is there a marshal present who does fieldwork?

Just the one you're looking at.

You patrol this territory,

serving warrants, making arrests?

Why do I find that hard to believe?

'Cause you're a bigot

living in the wrong century, Marshal.

I doubt you traveled from Montana to question

my ability to serve this badge.

You need something.

And if you have any hopes of getting it,

you'll ask for it now, before I throw you out of my office.

You mind that mouth, woman, before...

Mademoiselle.

We seek

a murderer who we believe has fled

to the Comanche Nation.

Which one?

Murder?

Mm-hmm. At least five.

- Quite the savage. - Two nuns...

...and three priests.

Seems hard to believe, looking at her.

The child's guilt

is not in question.

She stabbed the nuns

in their sleep. She shotgunned the priests

when she joined up with her gang.

- Gang? - Renegades

from the Crow Agency.

You take this to Esther in the front.

She's an accomplished sketch artist.

We can print your posters.

We'll start putting 'em out.

Comanche only respect that badge if it respects them back.

Many a marshal's found their way

into a pine box learning that lesson.

Tread lightly, Marshal.

This is not Montana.

Clearly.

I need a sketch of this girl.

This one.

We must carry these ashore.

Load these on the dolly.

Take these.

Come with us.

Cugino.

Okay.

Luca says, uh, you like to fight.

I wouldn't say that.

What would you say, then?

I guess I'd say

I keep running into people looking for trouble.

And they all think trouble is me.

I suffer the same predicament.

But he also say you saved his life.

Yeah, well,

he ran into one of those people.

Know what I mean?

Everywhere, those people.

Yes, they are.

You did a good thing.

He was worth saving.

Tonight we celebrate you.

Sì, signore.

Hungry?

I could eat.

With me.

When he's done eating,

take him to the Galvez.

What is that?

Mm.

Mm-hmm.

Oh, no, no, no, no. Mm.

Capisce?

Mmm.

I need a telegraph office.

Hotel has phones.

Phone won't do me any good.

I need a telegraph office.

You can send a wire from the hotel.

I'm ready.

Finish your meal. There is no rush.

There's no rush for you.

For me everything's a rush.

Andiamo.

Thank you.

- Where's the train station? - Mainland.

How far is the walk?

Signore Maceo said to escort you to the room

and then to the Hollywood.

When Signore Maceo asks you to do something,

you must do exactly the thing that he asks.

I already ate. I don't need another meal.

You had lunch. The Hollywood is for dinner.

Signore Maceo is showing you great hospitality.

To refuse him is an insult.

You're lucky he wants you alive.

Who's looking for trouble now, hmm?

I gave you food,

the finest suite in the finest hotel in the city.

Had planned for you a splendid night

only to show you gratitude.

Look how you repay my hospitality.

I never asked for it and I don't want it.

I am needed in Montana.

My family is in danger.

My wife is lost to me.

And I don't have time for hospitality.

Yes.

The lion hunter who leaves Africa

for America to hunt men instead.

For your family, huh?

That's what Luca says.

It's a war over land.

My family's land.

And they're losing it.

I know that war.

My family already lost it.

Still we have a problem, you and me.

You showed me disrespect.

And disrespect is contagious

if not dealt in the moment it appears.

So you must go away.

Seems that you wish that anyway.

Angelo seemed to be

worried about trusting you.

If I was Angelo,

I wouldn't trust you either,

judging by his face.

But a man with a cause can always be trusted

to do the very thing that helps his cause.

I'm going to give that thing to you.

You think you have time to discuss that?

Yeah, I got time for that.

I can't see a thing!

Take it to the pines!

Get moving, boys.

Whoa.

We gonna picket the horses?

Asses to the wind.

We got to flip the wagon!

Ready?

Get under it.

Get everybody under the wagon.

They're gonna be froze to death by the time this storm passes.

Zane's family can't make the walk.

Neither can Zane.

I worry they're walking either way.

They'll just go to lower ground to get out of this.

We'll just follow their tracks.

What tracks?

Okay, here's where we all

get to know each other real good.

Snuggle up, shoulder to shoulder.

Apologies for tracking in half the storm, Cara.

Snow on the floor doesn't concern me, Dr. Miller.

Hi.

Ooh.

- Got you pretty good. - Ah! Yeah.

I worry the wolf was rabid,

was moving about during the day. No fear of man.

More likely a young wolf run off from the pack and starving,

but, um, we'll take no chances.

Wh-Where does that go?

Well, it goes right in your belly.

We need to do this 12 times over the next ten days.

I'm afraid this storm has made us houseguests

for the evening, Mrs. Dutton, so

I'll give her another shot in the morning

and leave you with a vaccine to administer the next ten.

Now, if you'll lift your dress, please.

No, no, you're not putting that in my stomach.

I'll take my chances with the rabies.

There are no chances with rabies.

It is fatal every time.

But you don't even know if it was rabid.

It's a chance we can't take.

Uh, I said no.

Hold her.

No! I said...

Let go of me! No!

No! Stop!

- I said no! - Spade...

- Let go of me! - Sorry, ma'am.

It's for your own good.

Let go of my legs!

No! No!

No. No.

I said no.

I know it hurts.

But it beats the alternative.

I'll get a room made up for you, Dr. Miller.

Would you mind sharing with me?

Oh, don't trouble yourself.

I'm fine on the sofa.

I'll get some blankets.

Mr. Dutton isn't here?

No, he went to town.

Hope he had the sense to stay there.

So do I.

This is too much.

It's too much.

I love him, but this isn't living.

This is surviving.

Barely at that.

Winter is always hard.

And this one has been harder than most.

But then the spring comes.

And there is nothing so splendid

as the mountains in the spring.

Wait. Wait till you see it.

I won't be here to see it.

When the storm passes, I'm going home.

Whiskey, if you please.

Leave it to the Scots to ride out the storm in a saloon.

I don't need some Dutton seeing us together.

You with that badge on your chest.

No Duttons in town to see us.

No one in here to see us at all.

Except the bartender.

That memory fades with a tip.

You a religious man?

No less than the next, I guess.

I've called on Him when I needed.

Still breathing, so I guess He listened.

You?

I believe...

I'm a sinner who will never see the gates of heaven.

But I believe they exist.

Whitfield can look at a mountain

and see the gold deep inside it.

He saw those Vikings sliding down the mountainside

like otters making fools of themselves...

and he sees a business in it,

sees a fortune in it.

A man of vision.

There's no vision.

He sees through us.

Sees the greed in our hearts.

I've never met a man who scares me.

Not once in my life, until now.

The man scares me, Clyde.

He fucking scares me to death.

"Republicans plan to introduce

the Indian Citizenship Act to Congress.

The law would grant citizenship to all Indians

born in the territorial United States."

Why the fuck would they do that?

It is the inevitable result of their assimilation.

What?

Well...

...if we wish them to abandon their pagan ways,

we must offer the reward of equality.

But you want Indians to vote, marry our women?

Oh, they're your women, all of them?

- To choose their own fate... - Don't feed me your bullshit,

Father, I've seen the graveyard in your backyard.

I know what you think of Indians.

You know what I think of Indians who resist

their own evolution, but...

...to those who accept it I show only love.

You don't see the danger in it?

No, I see no danger in it.

So I suppose you'd just let Black men marry white women.

Well, they do so in France, and it has caused no calamities.

You can marry outside your race in France?

Well, the south of France was ruled by Black men at one time,

as was Spain and Italy.

Black men ruled Europe?

For 800 years.

Part of that empire still exists today.

It's called Andalusia,

and it truly has some of the most...

magnificent architecture in the world.

It's true.

Oh, Jesus.

- Father! - What?

Get up, get the fuck up!

They're gonna try to draw us out,

and then they'll charge.

We wait until they do.

I am a man of the cloth.

I'd say these sons of bitches are resisting evolution, Father.

Now take the fucking gun.

Take the fucking gun.

Now.

Don't worry, Father.

The penitent man shall pass.

All you got to do...

...is ask for forgiveness.

Dear Spencer,

I have begun my journey to find you.

To bring you the life growing inside me,

the child that shall bear your name.

I thirst for the moment I look in your eyes

and you pull me close

and we make another and another,

a little army of us.

This is the dream that fuels me to you.

It is my only thought, my only desire.

Your eyes upon me, your arms around me,

and our bodies pressed together as if they are one.

An adventure this will be.

Stick to the roads

marked on the maps.

Those are the only roads I control.

Send Luca back on the train.

Truck is yours if you can make it.

I know what it's like to lose your home.

Maybe now you can get back in time to save it.

For the police who can be bribed.

And for the police... who can't.

Get my whiskey to Fort Worth.

Luca comes back with the money,

we shake hands next time we meet.

Hell is described as rivers of fire

and canyons of coal and ash.

Perhaps it is taught that way

because the people of Palestine and Israel cannot comprehend

the merciless, loveless nature of cold.

To the mountain people, hell is a river frozen

with canyon walls of ice

and bitter air that ruptures lungs and rapes your sanity.

Hell is winter,

and winter is here to ravage all of us.