All language subtitles for +The.Isolate.Thief.2026

You weren't afraid, were you, Dix?

Come on.

I want to go see Dad.

Outpost log entry 516, first week of the new year, '65.

The different set of handwriting here at the end,

different because this is my first and last entry

into this logbook.

Major General Edward James Horn, retired US Army officer

and Pinkerton, is deceased, four weeks, pneumonia,

buried by his daughter and only living kin,

Adeline Elizabeth Horn.

The ground was almost too frozen to dig into.

man: Watch him ride right by.

You better circle back.

Dig, dig.

Gus.

You little survivor.

man: Today, circle back.

The outpost will be abandoned within a day or two

at most, as conditions have become too harsh.

I've sent letters to Camp Watson and to the Pinkerton offices

in Chicago requesting a replacement,

but I've received no word back.

My fear that I have been forgotten by the world

is overwhelmed by a deeper fear...

that I was never known at all.

In keeping with my father's intent,

all supplies will be kept here, ready and available

for any Union soldier in need.

I'm also leaving this logbook behind as a marker

that we were here.

Adeline Elizabeth Horn.

I don't know how I'll earn my way,

and I know that I am letting my father down by leaving.

I am not the caretaker he was.

I saw a man today, a soul lost to the wilderness,

and I did not call out to help him.

man: Put that light out!

I said, put that thing out,

unless'n you want to get us both killed.

Where are you keeping your daddy's garments?

Come on, girlie.

I know you ain't here by your lonesome.

Come on, out with it.

Bedroom dresser.

Bedroom dresser.

Wait now.

How old?

First thing's gon' be first.

Come over here.

Sit down.

We don't have any money.

Well, that's what they call an assumption.

But we do have plenty of food and water, medicine.

You don't need a gun.

My father has had Army medical training

and should be returning from his midnight walk presently.

As for me, I know a great deal about nursing and dressing.

I bandaged myself today.

Bah, foolishness.

Midnight walk.

Get over here and bring that chair.

You said you weren't gonna do nothing to me.

Darn right.

Oh, you'll be safe.

I'm a bunny rabbit.

You've got no cause to tie me up and bully me.

I've told you.

I saw this camp 100 yards out, like an oasis

right there in the middle of wild nowhere.

Open.

Nothing.

Oh, figures.

Oh, my.

Oh, now this is warmth.

Tell you what.

Look at old Perry.

That's my father's coat.

Oh, he won't mind none.

Gon' be cold.

He's going to track you down

after I tell him what you did to me,

though I was unarmed and offered assistance.

Well, you go right ahead, girlie.

It ain't your daddy I'm 'fraid of.

Barlow.

Yeah.

Go west, Perry.

Watch him ride right by.

You better circle back.

Dig, dig.

So long, girlie.

Wait, you can't leave me like this.

Your daddy will untie you upon his return.

I lied.

No one's coming to find me.

It's just me here.

I don't mind you taking the clothes or the bread

or the liquor,

but you can't leave me like this,

tied to a chair, left to die like a fool.

Just you?

Yes, sir.

I won't cause you no trouble.

You have my word.

Listen, girlie, he's on his way now.

He don't sleep, so I don't either.

Wish I could wish you nice, but the rain coming my way

won't fall on you none.

Watch him ride right by.

Circle back.

Dig, dig.

man: Colonel, you are faced with an inevitability.

You will die on this mountain.

I've ordered my men to toss your regiment into the river,

and your blood will saturate these woods.

It was a cowardly surprise attack.

man: I'm looking for a man, goes by the name

of Burial Perry Parker.

I don't know this man, Parker.

man: That is not what I was hoping to hear.

What do you think, Dixie?

I fear I am dead in this place without this gold, so I took it.

Do not judge me.

You raised me well enough, but you have not been where I am.

I'll say goodbye to you both, and I

will start my journey southwest to the settlers road

and then on to Astoria.

I cannot bring you with me.

But I love you, and I will return for your portraits

one day when I am no longer fearful of being hunted.

Come on.

We both have to do our fair share.

Shot to pieces.

Oh, my goodness.

You're alive.

But you won't be for much longer out here.

It don't look deserted.

Sure ain't.

Edward Horn.

They are Union.

We're safe.

Is this woman in your party, soldier?

I'll be damned.

Colonel!

You are the caretaker's daughter?

Yes, sir.

Ada.

We have been anticipating you.

Colonel John Good, Cavalry Company G, Camp Watson.

Camp Watson?

Oh, thank God for you, Colonel.

You received my letters.

Do not let my lieutenant here scare you.

I'm certain he's the first full-blooded red paint

you've seen.

But he's a man for the Union, same as you or I.

I saw the Union blue, sir.

Your logbook informs me that your warden has passed.

It's been four weeks.

My condolences.

Your hand is injured.

I had a misfire.

My, you were shooting?

Yes, sir.

Who was the lucky target?

Wolves.

Dry clothes, miss?

Plenty.

Bring some socks and all the blankets you've got.

Miss Horn, you were equipped with a Franklin.

Yes, sir.

I'd appreciate some coffee.

It's been a month since I had a cup.

I'll brew some.

Thank you.

Miss Horn, where's my coffee?

Oh, brewing, Colonel.

Will she be OK, Colonel?

She'll be fine.

I'm sure you've noticed we've taken your Hawken rifle.

I apologize, but it's a safety precaution.

You understand?

It's broken, so no matter.

I'll have Sergeant Baker see if he can't repair it.

Colonel.

Miss Horn, we have what you might call a delicate situation

on our hands.

I have a prisoner under my guard that needs dealing with.

Red!

Red, look at me go!

Whoo!

I'm flying!

He's a dangerous man.

A thief.

Of course, you would not have to be bothered by any of this,

except that it's over four days' hard travel

down this mountain to Camp Watson.

If this man is a thief, Colonel, then he

should be dealt with rightly by the court of law.

In times of peace and civility, you would be right,

Miss Horn.

But these are extraordinary times.

Colonel!

Come, then.

Join us.

Girlie!

Oh, thank Jesus.

Will you tell Fiddler that I had nothing on me?

Nothing on me at all!

Tell him!

Ada, this here is Private CE Caldwell.

Miss Horn was kind enough to return Miss

Emily to us safe and sound.

Comin' in.

Pleasure.

And this here is Sergeant Baker.

You can call me Red.

Pleased to meet you both.

Well, girlie, now that you've

met everyone all cordial and mannerly,

will you please tell these gentlemen I had nothing on me?

She heard you, Perry.

Please do not interrupt me again.

Have you seen this man before?

Yes, sir.

He was in the cabin two nights ago.

I-- I was just looking for food and spirits.

I swear, Fiddler.

He's not lying, Colonel.

He didn't have nothing on him.

Nothing that I saw.

He was just in need of bread and some whiskey.

And he stole nothing from you?

No, sir.

No.

The Chesterfield he's wearing is my father's, and I'd

like it back.

Yeah.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

The man presently hanging off your barn rafter

is Burial Perry Parker.

I know him well, and I'm not fond of him.

He's a grave robber and a thief.

He has something that belongs to me.

But he wouldn't have the item on him.

It would be buried in these woods.

Colonel--

Thank you, Sergeant.

Saddle up the horses.

We'll see where he takes us.

I'm sorry that you had to see that, Miss Horn.

I hope you'll forgive us the intrusion.

Looks like we'll be here overnight.

But don't you worry.

My men are happy to chew on hardtack in the barn here,

so we'll be of no bother.

No.

I'll have supper ready for you and your men

in the cabin shortly.

Why, thank you, Miss Horn.

It's Ada.

Ada.

Untie him.

Dig.

Perry.

That sumbitch.

Come to give us a hand, kid?

Ground's frozen solid.

Winter around here ain't a good time

for a man to meet his end.

You end up with no place to put him.

The, uh, colonel know you're here?

That man has my father's coat and his Wellington boots.

soldier: First time seeing one, kid?

No.

Hey, girl!

Ain't proper to bury a man in no footwear whatsoever!

Man's gotta have the things he needs going across.

I'm not the one decided to shoot him.

Here.

Your turn.

Emily, go and introduce yourself to Miss Horn,

and bring that salt pork to the supper table.

I can take these here plates.

Here.

I'm glad to see you're up and about.

You'll let me know if you need anything.

We're a fully stocked outpost.

While it's steaming!

You brought me here?

It was luck and clumsiness.

Well, I don't figure I owe you nothing,

if that's what you think.

Can't say I ever let a whore eat before me.

Whore is further up the food chain than scoundrel.

You've got a mouth on you.

I thank you, Ada.

Thanks, kid.

Since you've been kind enough

to take us into your home, I thought you might do

us the honor of saying grace.

Grace?

A blessing for the food.

I'm afraid I don't know it, Colonel.

You don't need anything prepared, Ada.

But if you were feeling shy--

I'm not shy.

I know the prayer my father used to say.

Well, let's hear it, then.

Give us the strength, good Lord,

to set the world at naught,

so that we may make a cry unto Thee

in this hour of our country's need.

Deal with us not by our sins or our misdeeds,

but reach forth with Your right hand and be our defense.

Have pity on our brothers in arms

who are against the authority of the land,

and allow them to see the error of their ways.

Last, allow us to bear the weight of the grief of those

we have known and loved.

And for those we do not know who have passed on into the unknown,

we will remember always in our silence and in our dreams.

Amen.

all: Amen.

Well, God damn.

I need a drink after that one.

We've got a full-blooded Union loyalist, Colonel.

Drink up, kid.

Looks like we came to the right place.

I don't pretend to know more about the war than I do.

We are remote.

Though, a fur trader did come through here on his way

to the Columbia River.

He had a February 5, 1862 New York Tribune.

He let me read it through before he left.

What'd you gather from it?

Well, for one, the Yankee paper's full of advertisements.

And I'd very much like to see a live hippopotamus

from the Barnum Museum, and the Commodore Nutt, who apparently

is the world's smallest man.

Him and the hippopotamuses I'd like to see.

Though if what I saw today is even a splinter of the war,

then I'm grateful to not have taken part.

My punishment was too severe?

No, of course not.

Forgive me.

This is the most I've spoken in weeks.

Your-- your daddy is passed?

He is dead.

Poor Daddy brought you up on this godforsaken mountain

for what, swine husbandry?

I mean, God damn it, that don't make one lick of sense.

Every man follows his own path.

I mean, yeah, but her dad do sound like a bit of a loon-o,

don't he?

Rob, that whiskey's gone and soiled your etiquette.

My father was an operative under Allan Pinkerton, sir.

That plaque in there, he received upon his retirement

for a commendation of excellence.

Not long after, we boarded the SS Antelope at the Pacific wharf

in San Francisco, though I remember none of it.

I was too young.

Caught sight of some gray wolves out there, runt.

A few more than I'd like to count.

Looks like they'll be knocking on your door soon, missy.

Gotta move them hogs.

That sow's got pneumonia.

She's going to pass soon.

I'm leaving here anyhow.

I'm going to California.

The gold rush is dead, Ada.

I'm surprised the news ain't traveled to you.

It's been quite some time.

I'm not interested in gold.

Everyone is interested in gold, Ada.

No, sir.

My mother is from San Francisco.

I figured I have some family down that way.

She's looking to travel, Colonel.

See a hippopotamus or two.

Two would be something.

I don't reckon I'd like to be stuck out here by my lonesome

neither.

No, sir.

We will be out of your way soon.

We have business in these woods.

It should be settled by tomorrow.

Even faster with your help, if you don't

mind joining our expedition.

You know these woods better than anyone.

Isn't that right?

Yes, sir.

As soon as our business is finished,

we will leave you in peace.

It was foolish to kill him.

Perry was a born liar.

Lied right till his last breath.

He was never going to give up that gold.

What if he wasn't lying?

That the gold he stole from me was stolen from him?

Burial could have told her to move it for a cut.

Then where is it, Charlie?

You went over this outpost same as me.

I seen no place it's been buried or hung.

It ain't up in no God damn tree.

Yee-ha!

Yee-ha!

Woo!

That's it.

Is your private not riding with us this morning, Colonel?

He is sleeping off a headache.

Well, I've medicine for that, Colonel.

I bet you do, Ada.

How much do you know about tracking?

I know the difference between wolf and rabbit tracks.

I figured, since your daddy was Pinkerton.

My lessons were cut short.

You said you'd been fishing when

you returned to the outpost.

Tried to.

I camped on the way to my favorite spot,

a bend in the river, where the steelhead

get caught in a whirlpool.

I found Ms. Emily before I could sink my line.

And you heard nothing of our firefight?

I heard your melee from a distance,

though, I was too scared to move on in the morning.

But you did continue.

Hunger beats fear.

Keep your eyes to the ground.

Fresh tracks will show wet.

And the ground's been turned up.

Best thing we can do is to start where

we found him, go from there.

You'll show me this bend in the river.

Yes, sir.

Is that Father and Mother Horn?

My father took great care of making my mother's cross.

The cross I made for him does not compare.

No, it does not.

We will make sure to visit them properly

before we leave, pay our respects.

Still feeling low, Ms. Emily?

You mean from you leaving me to drown?

I was supposed to shoot you.

It was Mr. Fiddler's orders.

But you didn't.

No, I shot your mare instead, gave you a chance.

Mr. Perry showing up gave you good cover,

but you weren't supposed to reappear.

Is that what you're here for now?

No.

Fiddler done changed his mind.

But I think I'll still give you that punishment, though.

Whoa.

She was here.

Once your officer is through checking my story,

there's a lookout point not far from here.

I must show you.

It really is something.

You just gonna keep letting her mouth off like that?

What would you have me do?

I believe this young lady has taken over

as leader of this expedition.

This map is full of inaccuracies, Colonel.

It's no wonder you're lost.

We're not lost.

Well, whatever it is you have lost,

you'll not find it with this map.

Camp Watson is not south as it says here,

but it's directly east through the high pines

for a day and a half until you reach the Grass Valley.

And then it is south for another two days along the fur

traders' path.

I drew that map, girl.

Well, then, you're not such a great red paint tracker

after all.

I reckon your navigator should at least

know where you come from.

I'll be happy to replace him as a part of your outfit

if your pay is up to snuff.

Now, if you'll excuse me, Colonel, I

have to kill an animal that is very dear to me.

And I don't need no one around.

It's a private matter.

Go on then.

Good Lord, that girl's got a sass on her, don't she?

I'm growing fond of that sass.

Get off of her!

What the fuck?

Ma'am, are you OK? What did he do--

I'm OK, ada.

What the fuck you think you're doing, girl?

I could ask you the same question, sir,

if I could even call you that.

You either join in or you get the fuck out.

Join in what?

I said no!

Ma'am, you need to get warm.

You're sick.

Come with me.

Never interrupt a man in the middle of a screw.

That whore belongs to me!

No, no. No!

Emily! Emily, come on, honey.

Come on, baby.

Please just let me in. Emily, please.

Come on, honey. It's just you and me now.

Come on, come on.

Fuck!

You, for making me lose my interest.

Screw this, girl.

I don't give a fuck what Fiddler said to keep our hands off you

and mind our business.

Ain't no one ever laid a hand on me and kept the hand!

You sneaky bitch.

Come on, come on. Emily!

Emily, honey. Come on, girl.

Come on, honey.

Let me in.

Why'd you have to make trouble?

He's gonna kill us both now.

What are you doing?

Ada!

Ada, it's just you and me here. Where you gonna go?

Ada!

All right, I'm coming in!

Ah!

Ah, Fuck!

Fuck, God damn it.

Fuck.

You understand what it is I'm asking you?

Yes, Fiddler.

I ain't asking you about any of this shit later.

I'm asking you about that night on the river.

Perry dragged you out, didn't he?

I was lucky it was shallow enough.

It was freezing cold.

Charlie came up soon after, put bullets in Perry's mule.

I guess that's what first he saw.

Perry took off and Charlie pursued.

I went to the ground and, uh--

guess I don't remember much after.

Hm.

Burial Perry snuck off into the night.

Took us till first light to find him.

That's why what I'm asking you is so important.

Yes, Fiddler.

What did he say to you?

Not a word, Fiddler.

Did he have the militia bag on him?

I think so?

He did or he didn't have the bag?

Did. He did.

Good.

That is good.

That means the gold is close by in these woods.

Get off!

Hold still.

Oh, Charlie, don't cut off my leg!

I won't!

My leg! Fiddler!

Fiddler, please.

Tell Charlie you don't need to take my leg off.

How is he?

We're gonna need to take off just above the ankle at least.

Looks to be mostly gone anyhow.

Oh, god!

Oh, god, it's all mangled!

That filthy piece of shit bitch.

Fiddler-- Fiddler, you gotta kill her for me

and bring the body in here so I can see you have!

Please!

Keep still.

Give me your rifle.

It's over there, by the bucket.

Oh, fuck!

Your leg is gonna come off or it's not.

Either way, you've got no foot at the bottom of it.

You're of no use to me anymore.

No, no.

The whore is still lying to me.

I want to know why.

Fiddler.

How'd you get that scar on your face?

Was in Lawrence.

Few years back, a couple of jayhawkers raided my village

and took my daughter.

Put a ball in my temple.

I was laying in my own blood for hours before I was found.

What happened to your daughter?

You shouldn't have shot our boy.

What regiment did you say you're from again?

Meh.

You.

Come along.

There she is.

I believe this ghost has been haunting your cabin, Ms. Horn.

What is the armory for?

I rounded up these guns for my men.

Here's yours, Ada, your Hawken Saint Louis

54 caliber, owned by Major General Edward Horn, US

Army officer and Pinkerton operative,

passed on to his daughter and only kin.

We fixed it up for you.

I ain't seen a muzzle loader like this in five years.

I applaud you for trying to kill any sort of animal with it.

But it's a good thing you never used it on a man.

Bullet would have flown by him by a mile,

and you would have been left helpless reloading the thing.

I've never been much with a firearm.

Much to my father's dismay.

I cannot tell you, Ada, that you have

put me in an easy situation.

There's trouble with my men about what you done.

I figured.

Looking back, do you think your actions may

have been drastic?

You were not there, sir.

She is a whore, Ada.

Do you know what that is?

She was rendering a service.

What I saw was of no service.

It was of a brutal and rough nature.

And I will not tolerate it in my outpost.

This is yours, Ada.

Now, this one, this is a slant breech Sharps, 36-inch barrel,

longer than a carbine.

Feel it.

Take an aim at your hungry ghost out there, through the sight.

Feel the weight of it?

More meanness to it, more commitment.

This is a single shot, but accurate as you need.

Bring it back to cock and pull the trigger.

If I'm truthful, Ada, I can't say that I'm

too bothered about Calvin Ed.

He's an ill-mannered boy, got a rudeness in him

that I don't take to.

Did you kill those soldiers?

What soldiers, Ada?

The ones whose uniforms you're wearing.

soldier: Ow!

This one is for you, 2 pounds.

For me?

I won't stop you from making the arduous and unwise

journey on to California.

But this outpost does suit me, Ada, and you here with it.

For your hospitality, Ms. Horn.

Maybe one day you will grow into a great outlaw yourself.

Thank you, sir.

Call me John.

Hey!

Not often in our riding have we stumbled

upon a place such as this.

It is unusual.

Its proximity to the Barlow Road and Union Dresses

makes it an extraordinary hideout for us.

We're growing restless here, John.

You grow restless, Charlie.

I'm settling in nicely.

When are we leaving this place?

Our caretaker is not much more than a wild girl,

ill-raised, and dangerous in her stupidity.

Last evening, I was doing laundry

and I found these crumbled up inside the girl's dresser.

Those hogs ain't the only reason we

got wolf snapping at our heels.

Don't you be snickering now.

Nobody's told this young woman how to be a woman.

I'll bring her around.

Hold on, Charlie.

Go talk to young Ada.

Take as long as you need.

Thank you, Fiddler.

Washed those pants you soiled.

Do you need more medicine?

You'd do best to just listen.

You have no idea what these men are truly like.

I've ridden with them since Tennessee

and I've seen things that could only be

described as the devil's work.

They impart no war except their own.

They took me from my family and then killed

them all, even my baby sister.

Only way I survived day to day is

by giving them what they want.

Now you have something they want.

And we both know what that is.

Ah!

Shit!

Damn.

You got the gold.

I'm the only one who knows for sure.

But I can tell they're stewing on it.

You got the wrong idea.

I lied for you.

I saw Perry before they caught him.

He told me where he buried that gold.

He trusted me.

I overheard Ten Charlie say they found nothing there.

You don't have to think too hard to guess

that you found the satchel and are holding on to what's inside.

What made him trust you?

I'm a prisoner just like he was, just like you are.

Sonofabitch.

Oh.

You confess to Fiddler what you've done,

he'll kill you.

You don't, he'll kill you anyway,

maybe make it last longer.

I ain't afraid.

Those are words.

And I understand where they're coming from.

But you ain't looked in the face of it.

Then we will escape.

We would be hunted down in less than a day.

So what's the plan?

- We kill 'em. - What?

We kill 'em all tonight.

- You speak too fast. - It must be a surprise.

We do it at dinner.

I couldn't.

I seen your Remington.

Make sure it's loaded.

That is two girls against four cold-blooded killers.

Who told you I'm not cold-blooded?

Might be time to give it up.

Give what up, sir?

That pen is a hospice for dying swine.

It looks as if they all have pneumonia now.

It's a sad day.

We'll help you carve them up.

Are you and your men riding out soon or would you like stew?

You show Red your new Remington?

No, sir.

Why don't you go get it so he can have a look?

Already loaded.

Let's have a look here, Colonel.

You see the job Red did with your door

after you fucked it all up?

I did.

Thank you for undoing the damage.

Mm-hmm.

Emily!

Yes, Fiddler?

Why don't you take Red here to the bedroom,

show him the benefits of a job well done.

Sounds fine by me.

The girl's ready to go.

Ada, come and sit with me.

Misery loves company.

And my men are all otherwise engaged.

"Outpost will be abandoned within the appropriate amount

of time, a day or two at most, as conditions

have become too harsh."

So on and so forth.

"I'm also leaving this logbook behind

as a marker that we were here."

When was it you wrote this?

Three nights ago.

After Perry showed up then?

Before.

I wish that boy would shut up.

Looks like this is your only entry here.

Rest is your daddy's?

He said it was for the Pinkertons.

I once seen a Pinkerton hang from a noose

out on the border near Minnesota.

He tore up and raped this little Sioux girl,

not but nine years of age.

Ain't no saints, Adaline, just as fucking evil as the rest.

I'll start the stew.

I say at least it was a girl, not some little Sioux tadpole!

You never know!

That's why it's good to keep the whore!

Got to keep your cock pointed in the right direction.

Prayer for the father.

A good man tried and true, may he be warm and gentle,

and forgive the sins you do.

Prayer for the mother.

His temperament has changed.

Emily!

Get back in here.

They know.

Take two bowls and go care for Calvin.

Yes, Fiddler.

The whore has always got a trick up her sleeve.

Always a surprise, I tell you.

I haven't found that to be true.

You just don't know how to get it out of her, Charlie,

like I do.

Ada, come here beside me.

Surprised to see the table already set

and my stew already served.

We were hungry.

Let us join hands for the blessing.

Then we can chow down.

Be with us, Lord, as we suffer in sin, every man and woman

under your judgment.

We can only beg your mercy as we await the punishments

you have in store.

We suffer equally and die.

No man can be washed of his sins.

And no sin can be left unpunished.

Amen.

men: Amen.

Why would you steal from me, Ada?

How did you think you would get away with it?

Are you listening, girl?

Let no sin go unpunished.

You are a thief and a liar, a sinner.

I am the Lord's right hand!

Charlie!

Yes, Fiddler?

Grab the shovel, get your horse.

Go dig up what is rightfully mine.

Fiddler?

What's the matter with you?

Don't you know where she's hid it?

Ain't you figured it out?

It's been here the whole time!

Go take a look at her poor mama's grave.

She ain't there, though, is she, Ada?

Never was!

Died in childbirth in San Fran-fucking-cisco--

very fucking clever!

Oh, damn.

Oh, sorry.

Ms. Emily?

Wait!

Wait!

You got no cause to harm that girl

no matter what she done to you.

That so?

I've ridden with you long enough to know what's coming.

But that girl ain't full grown and don't understand.

There's no need for another killing in this place.

Perry didn't have no militia bag on him,

you bloodless harpy.

You lied to my face!

Make sure you're still here when I return or I

will hunt you down for sport.

Fiddler!

At last.

We leave at first light.

Come on.

I promised I'd pay my respect.

Don't you worry, Ada.

I'll make sure your grave is unmarked,

just like your daddy's.

Are you awake, then?

You didn't kill me yet?

The whore begged me to spare you.

She came screaming across the mountain on horseback

just after I rendered you unconscious.

Hey, give me that.

I was ready to kill you.

But she put on such a theatrical display.

So I brought you back here and turned it over in my mind,

trying to find the softness for you I once felt.

But it would be a disservice to you, Ada,

if I spared you and left you here disgraced and rotten,

festering like a sore on this mountain,

a no-good, dog-shit thief and liar.

Do it.

Wouldn't be right to let you go on with this diseased life.

Let's hear that union prayer one more time.

Come on, out with it.

Emily!

Deal not with us according to our sins or misdeeds.

Emily, what you put in this bottle?

Whoa!

That is not who God is.

That's for all the evil you've

done to me, you son of a bitch.

Ah!

Shit.

Emily!

Ah!

Bitch drugged me.

Shit.

Jesus, John.

Give me your gun.

The whore has got a rifle, shot my fucking ear off, Charlie.

I'll take care of her.

Little girl is hiding in the bedroom.

She's got the Hawken, so she's only got one shot.

Damn.

Poor Calvin's dead.

Then it is an even contest.

Give me your Colt and rounds.

Is that all?

That's all.

Ada.

You can't run from me.

Ah, hell.

That's two pulls from the repeater,

Ada, not too far away neither!

There's a strong chance your girl didn't survive it,

not with Red at the trigger.

Just you and me now.

There's no more help coming.

You--

Emily, my dear.

OK, we're gonna have to move you.

You ready?

Come on.

Hey, hey, hey.

The pain is something fierce.

But it's a false notion.

You ain't hurt bad. Now, look at me.

We have to get you out of here.

Ada, I need you to stay awake.

We've got a long ways to go.

I have to beat this.

That's why you gotta stay awake.

Can you do that for me?

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord.

Keep going, Ada!

He's trampling out the vintage grapes of wrath are stored.

Hey, come on, we got a long ways to go.

His truth is marching--

on.