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Now a certain man was sick, named Lazarus of Bethany.

The town of Mary and her sister Martha.

It was that Mary which anointed the Lord with ointment

and wiped his feet with her hair.

who's brother Lazarus was sick.

Therefore his sister sent unto Him saying, Lord, behold!

He whom Thou loveth is sick,

for he hath been dead four days.

Jesus sayeth unto her, Said I not unto thee,

that if thou wouldst believe, thou should see

the glory of God?

But, I think we all have an understanding that the Bible is

a book of miracles. It revolves around them.

In a way, miracles are what make us follow this Book,

and dedicate our lives to its teachings.

[Monstrous snarling.]

[Snarling/struggling.]

[Snarling/struggling.]

[Snarling/struggling.]

You look like a man who enjoys a good story.

You ever hear the one about Lazarus?

They say Jesus Christ performed quite a few miracles

when He walked the earth.

People in my congregation always took to debate about

the greatest miracle.

Everybody always had a different answer.

For me though? The greatest miracle?

The power of life over death. Resurrection.

It's beautiful.

Turn it over.

Isn't there a rule against carving into something holy?

You know, I was going to mention that on Sunday.

Do believe I'll feel a might bit conflicted standing in

front of all those people.

Taking James into town next time I head in.

Saw something at the general store he might like.

Papa! There's horses outside!

What's your business in these parts, Isaiah?

Jakob and I are just lookingfor a place

to rest for the evening, Preacher.

Nothing more.

Evening ma'am.

You like it boy?

Tell ya, your pa let's us have a place to stay for

the night, I might just let you have a go with her tomo--

Isabelle. James.

Go inside now.

If it's money you want that's fine. But my fam

Relax. We don't want your money.

And we ain't gonna do nothing to that pretty wife of yours.

Unless your name is Reynolds we ain't got--

[Clearing throat.]

What's that about Reynolds?

There are some things in life that are better left unanswered.

The answer to that question is one of those things.

Now we sitting here too much longer, we might be needing

something more than a place to rest.

[Low laugh.]

[Sick coughing.]

You can shack up in the barn for the evening.

Should be able to find some wood in there for a fire.

l be in there in the morning to tend to the cows.

We'll leave everything just like we found it.

Least we can do for the hospitality, Preacher.

Would you like to start us off?

Let's let James do it tonight.

I think he's old enough. How bout you?

Of course he is.

Well partner? What do you say?

We thank you Lord for the meal you've laid out before us.

For the food you give us everyday.

Thank you for the family you've given us.

Thank you for my mama and my papa.

Now what the hell do you think?!

What in the name of Jesus Goddamn Christ

was going through that piss ant ol' mind

of the great philospher Jakob Bannon?!

No guesses?

Shit. I ain't got one neither.

WHAT DO I PAY YOU FOR, JAKOB?!

To gossip with the local town converter?

Isa, I don't think--

YOU'RE GODDAMNED RIGHT YOU DON'T THINK!

I don't think it'll lead to nothing.

What's that about Reynolds?

That's what he said before God and all of us.

But ... you don't think it'll lead to nothing.

Well, hell! Just consider me assuaged,

if you don't think it'll lead to nothing!

Isa, you're just about to push me to a place you don't want

to see me go to.

You ain't never had the sand to do nothing Jakob.

You never did!

You know that ain't the truth.

Like hell it ain't.

If you hadn't let that son of a bitch Reynolds

take a chunk out of you, we'd be clear out of town

by now!

[Grunts/Struggling]

C'mon you yellow son of a bitch!

Isaiah, you say one more word and I will

put you in the dirt!

[Grunting/Struggling.]

[Isaiah screaming.]

No sign of 'em?

Last we saw of them was after church on Sunday.

Ain't hardly nobody's been up this way anymore.

Not even traders.

Hey Marshal. Anyone checked with ol' Doc Morris?

He might've sent them up to Burnham's Hope to see

that big doctor up there.

Mornng Marshal. Happen to have seen Isaiah Bannon around?

Problems with your flock?

There's always a few wolves in the mix.

I don't know any wolves who steal from the collection plate.

ll, Marshal, the Lord will judge the saints and sinners alike.

I'll leave that up to him.

Fair enough.

You got a moment?

Sure.

That's a fine looking horse you got there.

What's his name?

Jack.

That's a good strong name.

Now you think Jack might like some candy?

When was the last time you saw Marcus or Talbicia Reynolds?

Guess that'd be Sunday. Saw Talb and the little girl

at church.

Everything okay?

Well nobody's seen 'em since.

Which wouldn't be unusual for most folks, but this is

Talbicia we're talking about.

You can set your clock by her trips to town.

Especially since Marcus has been gone.

I can go down to the house and chec-

Already been there.

It's covered in blood.

Like a goddamn-

Like someone gutted a pig in there.

Only no bodies.

Alive or otherwise.

When was this?

Well I was over there this morning. Why?

Last night Jakob and Isaiah came to our home.

Needed a place to stay. I can't say I was happy

about it to begin with but had I known-

No, I understand.

In any case, Jakob said something about Reynolds.

Isaiah wanted to keep it quiet.

Any guesses where they might be heading?

Not a clue. Maybe low country.

Maybe. Or on the dodge in the outskirts.

They couldn't get very far with Jakob being the way he was.

His arm was in bad way.

You really think they could have done something

like this to the Reynolds? What about the-

Well. Thanks for your help, Preacher.

Now you take good care of Jack, young man.

Break him in good!

Isabelle: What's the word in town?

There's plenty of words.

None of them any good.

Edwards said Marcus and Talbicia hadn't been seen in days.

What about the girl?

folding laundry.

No sign of her.

No sign of anyone.

Just the aftermath.

James asked about her at all?

Not so far. I don't think he knows anythings happened yet.

Good.

You had no idea what they'd done. Couldn't have.

You were just doing what you thought was right.

Yeah.

But I know what sort of men they are.

You turning them men away? As injured as Jackob was?

Would have made you no different than those who walked before

the Samaritan.

I'm sure glad you're better at orating verses than you are at

folding laundry.

Otherwise we'd be in trouble.

Yeah, well, I sure am glad you're better at

folding laundry than you are at milking cows. Otherwise...

we'd be out of milk and wearing wrinkly pants.

[Light water splashing.]

[Snarling.]

[James' screams.]

[Snarling.]

[Struggling/Snarling.]

Keep pressure here. I'll go get the doctor!

You have to take him otherwise--

If I take him with me the ride will kill him worse than

if he stays!

I swear I'll be back.

I swear he's going to be alright.

[Snarling.]

You said he was attacked?

Woman: Yes Doctor Morris.

Liked to have taken his hand clean

off if I hadn't been there.

Doctor Morris! It's James!

He's injured.

Where is he? What happened?

Back at the house.

Please Doctor Morris ...

He was attacked! There's blood all over him!

Please, you've got to help him--you've got to help him!

I want you to keep this wrapped up tight. Come back tomorrow.

If you notice anything different about this--odor, discoloration

anything--you make sure you come back--

EDWARDS [outside]:Isaiah!

EDWARDS [outside]: Isaiah!

Tend to my boy.

Yes sir.

EDWARDS: Isaiah!

[Snarling.]

EDWARDS: I've got this under control!

Bannon!

I've got this under control!

BANNON!

Lower your rifle! You don't want

to be doing this!

Look at me you son of a bitch!

Edwards:Nooooo!

[Snarling.]

[Skull crack.]

I was seventeen, in Virginia. Waiting to enlist.

I was young and the pay was good.

Day comes that I'm going to do it. I'm going

to sign that paper, and I get crippled ill.

But I'll be damned if I don't drag myself down there anyway.

And I see this little wisp of a lady, taking two goats

to market, just being dragged all over creation.

Walked over to give her a hand, and she spoke to me...

Suddenly the army didn't seem all that appealing anymore.

Isabelle taught me my way.

Said I was too sick to enlist, and ...

Anyway, my place wasn't fighting men on the frontier.

It was guiding spirits through the wilderness.

Never saw any of that coming.

Always been a fault of mine. Not to see things coming.

[Faint crowd murmuring.]

You saw what he did! You were standing right there!

EDWARDS:Yes, I saw that.

There were children who saw him gun a man down

right there on the street.

I understsand that.

Well then you also understand that we've got rights!

Rights?

That's right, Marshal Edwards. Rights!

And that man you have locked up in there committed

an act of violence! An act that goes against the entire

foundation of his life!

And we know he let let them stay on his land,

not but a day ago,

right after they slaughtered the Reynoldses,

and then he guns one of them down in the street

right out in front of God and all the rest of us watching!

And if we don't do something about it, God in Heaven will!

That's right Marshal! And I think given the circumstances

his town is owed some justice!

And we owe it to God in Heaven above to--

We owe it to God?

Let me make this clear.

If so much as one man steps in that building without me

granting it, the only person you're gonna be owing

is the doctor for pulling lead out of your gut.

Now I'm going to go out and check on this man's wife.

And I'm going to find out more about what happened.

And when I get back,

there better be a prisoner in that cell.

Do I make myself clear?

Isabelle?

[Faint hissing.]

Oh God. What happened?

[Faint hissing.]

Isabelle?

[Louder hising.]

Isabelle?

[Grunts/struggle.]

[Distant growls/hissing.]

[Distant screams/gunshots.]

What's going on? Where's James? Where's Isabelle?

Sorry, Preacher.

[Chaotic screams/snarling/ gunshots.]

BOY: HELP!

EDWARDS: Preacher!

Goddamnit if you're not going to use that thing

then give it to me!

[Screaming.]

What about the town? What about these people?

These people are already dead.

PREACHER: All we could do was run.

We rode all night and all day.

Highland Mills was Hell reaching out for us.

Never really sat right with me,

what happened to all those people.

Something on your mind, Preacher?

Hell of a night.

I can't remember the last time I sat down and enjoyed it.

The sounds. The stars.

Hell, now I'm in bed by sundown and up before sunrise.

Ain't I supposed to be getting something out of that?

Are you healthy, wealthy or wise?

Still wearing this badge, ain't I?

Probably no. On all counts.

You know there was a lynching one night back in town when

I was deputy?

Night like this, I guess.

Negro boy. Fifteen. Sixteen.

[Distorted angry shouting.]

People said he'd been caught stealing.

Chicken here. Some lumber there.

Shit, he'd probably take a pie off a window sill if you left

it there.

[Distorted shouting.]

I believed there was no reasoning with these people.

Nothing could be said.

I was too wrapped up in holding a job. Too green.

Too weak to push my gut into doing anything.

[Distorted shouting.]

Highland Mills was already dead, Preacher.

They were ready to be your judge and jury without

a moment's hesitation.

Thought that would fix the situation.

Nothing you or I could have done short of killing them ourselves.

Puts a mighty hurt on the brain when you realize what a

person will do when they believe in something.

Get some rest.

We got a ways to go tomorrow.

[Faint groaning/clawing.]

I don't recall when it's been so cool this time of year, do you?

My boy, James-my son.

This was always one of our favorite times.

We'd go walking out in those woods and just kinda...

marvel at everything.

I was always struck when I saw a herd of deer grazing. Such...

graceful animals.

Always put a hurt in my head when it came time to kill one,

but I guess God put animals in Eden for a reason.

Don't supposed Adam could eat dirt all day.

James was funny out in those woods.

Wintertime, he always liked...

watching his breath on the cold air.

He'd take these...

big breaths, and just keep blowing out 'til he was blue

in the face, just so he could see it rising.

Kids'll fascinate you like that, you know?

Absolutely amazed by the smallest little things.

That was his purpose.

Maybe God made kids that way

so we'd appreciate the simple things.

We grow old. We lose faith.

Not James.

How 'bout you? Got any kids?

That's a nasty hurt you got there.

Got a long way to Burnham's Hope, but...

we could probably pack you along,

might be a doc down there who can patch you up.

What's your name?

Yeah...

I thought you might say that.

[Gunshot.]

EDWARDS: [distant] Preacher!

[Grunts/snarling.]

EDWARDS: Jesus himself would have been proud of that last

shot, Preacher.

Hell of a miracle right there. They teach that kinda thing-

You planting something?

These men deserved to be buried.

Now I have seen and heard some crazy shit in my time,

up to and including a man of God sliding across the ground,

grabbing a rifle and killing two people with one shot.

But I'll be goddamned if I am going to bury four of

those cocksuckers who tried to rip my face off.

PREACHER: Five.

Five?

There's another one just up over the hill.

I delivered him a while ago.

Oh, so that's what-

You mean while I was here struggling with

this bastard here, you were delivering a sermon

to one of them out in the woods?

PREACHER: No matter how far we ran, no matter where we hid,

there was no getting away.

Behind your brain you'd always hear the moans, the flood of

suffering and pain.

I am the resurrection and the life.

He that liveth and believeth in Me, though he were dead,

yet shall he live.

EDWARDS: And whosoever liveth and believeth in Me

shall never die.

FIttin' words.

Course, the last person to say those words

brought a man back from the dead.

Sure you want to be standing next to that

sumbitch while you're speaking them?

Never knew you were into the Word.

Got no practical use for what's between

chapters one and five hundred in that book of yours.

I just always enjoyed a good story.

And a carpenter's son bringin' a man back to life is

damn near top of the list.

Ever wonder why I never went?

What's that?

To church.

Why I never went to church.

Just figured it had something to do with my sermons.

You're a damn fine orator, don't sell yourself short.

Well, some people just take a while to find their way in.

Thought you'd come around at some point or another.

Hope you're a man of patience.

You ever do something as a kid in school

something you weren't supposed to do, and you got caught?

All the time. I was a hellspawn as a kid.

You remember how the teacher would call you out to

the head of the class, and you'd have to stand there while

she whipped the fire out of your ass in front of all the

other kids?

I seem to recollect something like that, yes.

See, for me, it wasn't the whippin' that hurt.

It was knowin' that I was going to turn around and

do the same shit again, and have to go through that

same beatin'.

That's what I couldn't take, sitting there in that desk.

Figured sitting in that pew, might as well be chaffing my

ass with the teacher's paddle

every day for the rest of my life.

Besides, I got my own temple.

EDWARDS: Think this is Revelation? Dead rising?

Entertain me on this.

PREACHER: Fairly certain we're short a couple

horsemen, but I don't know. Maybe it is.

So if it is, don't you think it's mighty odd that you're

still here?

Did you just oversleep the Rapture?

All I know is what we're seeing out there ain't alive,

and it ain't exactly dead.

How do you reckon they ain't dead?

I reckon that by the fact that they still run around and eat

just like normal folks.

Only in this case, it's the normal folks they like to eat.

They're stuck in a hell of their own. They can't pass on.

They can't be judged.

By who? You?

By the one who'll judge the quick and the dead.

And these things-these people- are neither one of those.

Until we deliver them, they can't be judged.

So that's why there's all that whispering and prayin'?

Here I thought you was just payin' your respects and sayin'

sweet nothings, but here you are, a fine instrument

of God, delivering them!

[Distant snarling.]

Goddamnit we got fast ones now!

[Snarling/battle.]

[Metal jingling.]

Looks like one of our boys was a farmer.

Thought you might like an early birthday present.

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I ll go in.

[Distant thud.]

I think you need to see this.

I was going to say the same thing.

Looks like the whole congregation held out

here for a while.

Must've put up quite a fight.

Well, thank Jesus for that!

EDWARDS: [laughing] I shit you not. Catfish Pete comes

bursting through those doors, naked as a jaybird, all covered

in hay. He sets that bottle of moonshine down

on the table and all he says is, "I'm going to wait till whiskey

dries off," and passes out! [laughing]

Got up and gone before I was even able to wake up.

And I haven't seen that bastard since! [laughing]

I swear to you, in all my born days...

I wonder what ever happened to him?

Same thing that will happen to us, by and by.

What with us taking all those guns and rags off

of 'em everyday.

We're bound to have the sickness in us.

No. You have to get bit.

Oh, now what makes you so sure?

We've tussled with them. I've buried them.

Only ones I've known turn are those bitten.

Like who?

Present?

Anniversary of when we first met.

That so?

Twelve years ago. Middle of the street in Burnham's Hope.

Well, once we find a proper bed and a fittin' plan of action,

I would very much like to see that street where the hellion

became the preacher.

Well, anyway I

[Grunt/panting.]

Hold on! It's alive.

Think you might be able to make good use of a

stiff drink, Preacher.

I'm considering it.

[Preacher sobbing.]

[Dog shrieking.]

Wake up Padre!

Looks like your kind!

[Snarling/growling/chaos.]

Goddamnit do something!

Do something, goddamnit!

Get out!

NOW!

EDWARDS: Didn't think you had it in you.

I don't.

Three shots to feed them maggots.

That's not enough to last two hours out here

much less two weeks.

Last I recall, two and three made five.

I like to save the extra, just in case.

You really plan to do that?

I plan to do what I have to do, Preacher.

Whether that means eating a bullet so I don't turn into

one them sons of bitches,

or you ponying it up and doing it for me.

And that's why we only have three.

[Distant scream.]

PREACHER: Easy! Easy!

[Grunt/cry.]

MAN: [sobbing] Oh God my boy!

EDWARDS: What happened?

MAN: Oh god-

They just attacked us. They just...they didn't want

any money or food or anything...they just...

bit him all over! My boy...

[Hiss/snarl.]

IAN!

My boy!

Ian! Oh god, my boy!

YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU SON OF A BITCH!

PREACHER: No! Wait!

Why?!

Because it had to be done!

It had to be done?!

He was a human being!

As soon as he saw his son's blood on that tarp,

there was no difference between him and what's out there!

He'd a killed both of us if he had the chance!

I did what I had to do.

What you had to do?

Just like the people who lynched that boy?

Remember?

I goddamn remember that very well.

You remember those pieces of shit in that barn?

You remember burning them all to Hell?

Think they had a pa who would have done anything to

keep them from being killed?!

And I will pretty well remember this as long

as I breathe.

But you can get down off of your pulpit right now.

Cause I don't want none of your sermons about

what's right, and what's wrong.

Because there ain't no goddamn Bible verses,

and no goddamn sermon,

that's going to change the fact that we're out

in the middle of this goddamn woods

with a handful of shot

and hundreds of those beings out there

who don't care about right and wrong!

[Flask hitting tree.]

These people weathered the storm.

They're not the only ones.

We're going to meet them soon.

How much further?

I don't know.

But when we get there, I'll have that drink with you.

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I reckon going from sheriff to marshal's a lot like

busting a bronco.

Kick the fire and piss out of you until

you're almost docile.

Free of any dangerous notions.

Sounds about like seminary.

Well, young shithead that I was, I had all the balls

but none of the methods.

Don't reckon you all are missionaries.

So much for that drink.

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SCOUT: Searched 'em thorough, sir; no bites.

Their horses are out with the others.

Well, ain't that just screaming.

Boys, you can go back to your posts.

After you bring our guests some libations, that is.

Gentlemen.

Your hospitality is most appreciated, Mr...

Samuel Beard.

Well, thank you, Mr. Beard.

We do appreciate the kindness, Mr. Beard.

If it wouldn't put you out, we'd like to bring

our horses in.

Well, I'm afraid reality keeps check on our hospitality.

We keep all livestock outside these walls.

figured they'll make good bait if those savagerous

bastards ever show up en masse.

Gives us some time to reinforce the gates.

We've been finding it ain't exactly the horses they

enjoy eating.

You'd be amazed at these desperate times.

Even for those things.

So tell me. What a...what brings a sinbuster and a lawman

way out here to the edge of chaos?

Just passing through.

We left Highland Mills just before harvest.

Trying to get to Burnham's Hope, that's all.

Just got a little sidetracked, you could say.

We were hoping we might rest here a day or two

if that wouldn't trouble you or your men.

Ha!

I tell you what I'll do, gentlemen.

I can give you a place to sleep on.

Might even steal a warm meal if you catch someone snoozing.

That's a whole hell of a lot more than you're going to find

at Burnham's Hope.

How's that?

A week ago, I had ten scouts under my command.

Sent four of them up that way.

This week, I have six scouts.

You can scratch Burnham's Hope off the map.

What about the rest of your unit?

How many men do you have here?

BEARD: Unit?

We...we found some of the things left behind very useful in

keeping a semblence of order around here.

The uniform goes a long way, don't it?

Left behind. You mean ther army's gone?

What was left of it is, at least.

Most of the unit

been gone quite a spell when we found this place.

Comanche hunt.

My money is on those filthy cockholsters

for starting' this mess.

More to the point, the army never came back.

When this whole shit storm started,

the fellas that were left either ran into the woods

or stayed here and joined us.

Who's us?

Farmers. Miners. Stragglers. Gamblers. Whores...anybody who,

wanted a place to rest, and came across our humble doorstep.

Even the occasional padre.

Before long, we had us a homey little commune.

And you're the mayor.

The uniform surely does go a long way.

Oh God.

Pray for me!

Please God, have mercy!

I'm sorry, Lord! I'm sorry I did it to them!

[sobbing] I'm sorry I did it to them!

Tell Him I'm sorry, father. Tell Him I'm sorry!

I know that He hears you. I'm sure that whatever you did-

I killed them! [sobbing]

I killed my babies.

I knew if I didn't, they'd be like them demons!

I burnt them up! [sobbing]

I couldn't let them become like them monsters.

Now Satan's Satan's waiting for me.

Lucifer on a hot bed of coals is waiting for me!

Father, oh God, Jesus Christ...

Please pray for me. Please pray for my babies!

I will.

I will.

[Sobbing.]

Looks like you found yourself a new friend.

Sounds crazy as crazy comes.

When you've witnessed what she has, and done what she's done

I don't know if you can blame her for the way she is.

Says the gun totin' gospel sharp who buries the bastard

that just tried to eat his arm.

We all deal in different ways.

Perhaps we'l all be on trial in the big courtroom one day.

Well that's awful fascinating.

Gotta tack that on to your sermon, next time you're out

there passing the collection plate with those things.

You're an odd bird, Preacher.

A good one, but odd.

Mornin' sunshine.

Almost enough to make a man feel guilty for sleepin'-

Ten hours.

I was hoping for thirty.

Thoughts?

I give this place an hour. Maybe two.

Then those things'll come pouring over these walls.

You up for a walk?

Wait!

COMMANDER: Looks like we got ourselves a native, Joseph.

Mr. Beard seems to think you're the mongrel fucks that started

all this.

Got anything to say about that?

I asked you a question, blanket-ass!

What do you have to say about that?!

What's that, featherhead?

They're right behind me.

RUNNERS!

KILL ME! KILL ME PLEASE!

[Screaming/growling.]

Please! [crying]

BEARD: So the ship's speeding towards the Union blockade.

Smoke rolling out of it

but no danger to us and with a good wind

we were sailing.

Well, it was then the captain says,

if we don't lose these guns, Beard, we ain't gonna

make it through the blockade!

So, I hands him my crowbar, and he asks, what's this for?

Alls I says is, if he throws those guns overboard

he's gonna need it

to pry Stonewall's pistol right out of his arse! [laughing].

You know, I must commend you

on the way you handled yourselves

out in that wood today, gentlemen.

To save three people and bring them safely back

in the middle of a runner attack is quite impressive.

God pulled us through, Mr. Beard. He always has.

I believe he was with those people today.

[Chuckling.]

Seems your friend

finds something about divine help a touch humorous.

Somebody was looking out for the two of you

when my soldiers was butchered.

Got nothing to do with no fluffy Jesus God.

And if those men were any measure of the caliber of

soldiers you got in these walls,

I'd say we're all but fucked when those things get here.

Not always a good idea to insult your host at dinner.

'Specially when he's joined by some of those very same

soldiers you're speakin' ill of.

I've seen men hanging from nooses with more integrity

than I saw out in those woods.

I apologize.

On behalf of my men, I accept your apo-

To the men hanging.

If you'll excuse me.

Your hospitality's mighty appreciated, Mr. Beard,

but I do believe we'll be taking our leave tomorrow.

Sure we can't persuade you to stay a while longer?

It's rare that we get guests of such...cordiality.

I think we've imposed enough.

If any man walk in the day, he stumbleth not,

because he seeth the light of this world.

But if a man walk in the night, he stumbleth,

because there is no light in him.

That's what is says right here in John 11.

I took my babies' light away, I did.

Can you tell that to God? Can you make him forgive me?

Nothing can change what you did, ma'am.

Nothing will ever bring your children back.

Nothing will ever wash you clean of blood.

We've all seen and done things today that we would have never

thought of yesterday.

But you can still walk with the light in you, whatever

that light is.

I want to hear that from God. I want Him to hear my voice.

What's your name, ma'am?

Don't seem fit to have one after what I'd done.

But you can call me Legion.

No ma'am.

You're just one person looking for grace like

the rest of us.

That's what separates us from them. We will never

quit seeking grace.

They'll walk forever as one mind, seeking nothing.

Do you really believe I can make God hear any of us?

No.

[Birds chirping.]

[Distant thunder.]

JAMES: Papa, look!

James!

I see it.

[Snarling.]

Why don't you stay a while, Preacher?

[Muffled shouting outside.]

Please! No! Don't do this! [screaming]

Three of 'em come in this morning.

Woman, the little girl and the old man.

Looks like her husband's got a mighty bad hurt on the leg.

Is it a bite?

Dunno.

[Pleading continues.]

[Shrieking.]

Phineas, if these two want to stay, tell them to find a use.

Otherwise, they're more'n welcome to join him outside.

Soon after we came here, a man shows up at the gates.

Crazy for the Lord.

One of yer fellas.

And he had a...bloodied arm.

Thought nothing of it. Patched him up, put him to work.

Week later, the whole goddamn fort wakes up to this man,

wailing about how we're all sinners needing to be cleansed.

We're all due judgement from God Almighty Hisself.

Ordinarily, I got no problem with these proclomations.

Except that this old croaker had taken it upon himself

to lead two of those wretches, in through the rear gate.

Lost a good man that night.

Never did learn if the arm was a bite or a scratch.

Did learn that either way you turn it,

a bullet clears things up, mighty quick.

Gentlemen.

[Sobbing grows louder.]

[Musicians play through scene.]

PREACHER: Ever afraid of what you're becoming?

EDWARDS: What's that?

Is it too natural to put a bullet in one

of those things and not worry about who they are,

or who they were?

You ain't Beard, Preacher.

Samuel Beard became what he is.

He wasn't made that way.

This have anything to do with that bastard congregation

you blew straight to Hell?

Even when the world turns to shit,

folks will still maintain some shade of a normal life.

These folks here still dance. Those folks worshipped.

What for?

Shelter from the storm.

Indeed.

But they got no clue as to the formation of that storm.

Where it came from, where it ends.

One day the storm takes up and suddenly it's us out there.

Walking worm food, scratching at the walls outside.

Ever since we left Highland Mills, you've been dancing

just like them.

Trying to do what's normal in a time when there's

no such thing.

I don't understand what goes through that mind of yours

when you're burying one.

To be truthful, I think you're a goddamn loon.

No offense to God.

Or loons.

But I do understand you're not a man who'd cut someone

down in cold blood.

You may have a few wheels loose on the wagon,

but you ain't a murderer.

It's the Beards of the world who worry me.

Samuel Beard's only a man.

When his time comes, he will be cut down by powers bigger

than any of us.

If that's any comfort to you.

None whatsoever.

PANICKED SCOUT: Mr. Beard! Mr. Beard!

Mr. Beard! Where's Beard?!

Mr. Beard! You gotta pull everyone out now!

Now!

I spotted them out there!

BEARD: We find those damn things all the time.

What in the holly hell has gotten into you-

SCOUT: Scores of 'em!

Hundred. Maybe double that!

Which way're they coming?

This way sir. Following the gathering trails.

I want everyone inside the gate within the next half hour.

Have them bring all the supplies and

firewood that they can. Leave the rest.

Set up a standard rotation in those towers

and along the perimeter. Two hours on, two hours off.

I want ever pitchfork, every shovel and knife in this yard

immediately.

All women and children are pected to fight directly, or to

supply the tower positions with amunition and fresh supplies.

I want everyone armed with some form of weapon.

Everyone fights, everyone lives.

Abandon your post, or fail to do your job,

and I will end you myself.

How were they comin'?

Headin' in through the forest, sir. D'rectly to us.

I'd say about two hours out.

As soon as those farmers are in, close the gates.

No one in.

No one out.

Mr. Beard, we've still got three scouts out there, sir.

What about them?

Leavin' so soon?

You want to stay around and meet Old Scratch,

we won't be getting in your way.

We figured we got a better chance on the move.

PREACHER: If we leave now-all of us-we can put five miles

between us and them by daybreak.

Under my orders, no man is to leave his post

under penalty of death by firing squad.

And that includes the two of you!

What gives you the right to condemn these people to death?!

[Distant gunshot.]SCOUT: Got 'em! Three hundred yards!

What is it, Morgan?

Only a few of 'em.

Think the kid was just scared shitless when he said hundreds?

That's all it takes to knock in a door.

We got about a dozen stragglers out there.

Some of them look to be carrying some provisions

we might be able to use.

Now since you two held your own

pretty well in the woods, you're going to take three

men out there and bring us back what we need.

You mean to tell me that a few rifles and some dirty shot

is worth more than the lives of three of your men?

You really are a worthless cun-

I mean to say that I want those provisions in this yard

in a half hour with as few shots fired as possible.

Now shall I further clarify my point,

or is it pretty mother fucking clear?!

SOLDIER: Looks like we got about a dozen roamers.

EDWARDS: Beggin' your pardon?

SOLDIER: Now see, these devil bastards come in all sorts of

flavors, Marshal.

Carpetheads.

Chinks.

Stumblers. Runners.

Roamers-like these is- and lingerers.

PHINEAS: Lingerers are the damndest.

They just stick to where they was when they fell out.

EDWARDS: We've come across some of them.

SOLDIER: I reckon.

Eventually something inside a lingerer drives 'im away

from the place where he dropped off.

And then they's roamers. Like we got here.

Ain't that right, Thomas?

Yes sir, it is.

EDWARDS: I think is our chance to exit.

Two problems there.

We're without hooves and I'm not leaving these people.

[Growling and hissing]

Thomas!

It's not a bite. Sumbitch just scratched me is all.

He ain't gonna let you back in!

Goddamnit it's just a scratch!

I can still shoot a gun! I can still kill these cocksuckers!

This don't gotta be anyway but quick, Thom-

Goddamn you both!

I'm thinking now or never, padre.

I'm thinking Beard's had a sharpshooter trained on us

since we left his gates.

[Distant gunshot.]

Like the man said, no one's to abandon his post.

About a month.

What's that sir?

He'd been here about a month.

Tommy?

Thomas. That's it.

Came in here about a week after I did.

Him and his sister.

Jillian, right?

I reckon.

I can still smell that soup she used to make.

Wouldn't have thought a man could feast so on naught but

potatoes and berries.

Beautiful woman.

Morgan...

If any of the others go that way,

shoot them.

EDWARDS: You boys haven't seen the full show yet.

Killin's only half the fun.

This is where the good stuff begins.

[Distant groaning and hissing.]

That must've been their scouting party.

EDWARDS: You're better off saving that shot for yourself

you stupid son of a bitch!

PREACHER: Father please protect us inside these walls this

evening. Give us the clarity to make the right decisions

and to protect one another in dark times.

Guide the souls oustide those gates so that they may find

Your glory in eternal Heaven.

You read to leave, or are you just going to be

chatting all night?

Amen.

Don't imagine Beard's going to let those sharpshooters

on a piss break.

I think Beard and his shooters are going to have a whole

hell of a lot more to worry about than the two of us

in a few minutes.

Even if we could get past the gate, we've still got

dozens of those things out there waiting for us.

Well you got your shovel right? Should be a goddamn

barn dance for you. C'mon, let's take a walk.

Battle commotion through scene.]

That scout mentioned that they're coming in through

the main outlets in the woods.

All those outlets lead to that front gate.

Which happens to be where Beard has most of his men waiting.

Now anybody not there now will be when those fuckers hit

the wall. Which means you're going to head to that gate.

Now in about two minutes you're going to have your

moment to get through there.

And what happens to everyone else? What happens to you?

Someone's gotta distract Beard's men.

Once you get through there, you get to the horses and you ride.

Don't stop.

Ride until you get about a half days out.

That should give you enough tme.

We can funnel everyone through the rear gate and you're right

behind us. Beard doesn't have enough bullets for-

Hey, Mr. Beard says-

Now. If you were to go on main road,

it'd take you a day to get to the crossing.

I'd stay in the sticks.

Put you going a day or two more, but

maybe you'll avoid the bulk of them cocksuckers.

I told you.

I'm not leaving these people and I'm not leaving you.

You don't have to do th-

Oh there's plenty of things I didn't have to do!

Probably shouldn't have, either.

But this ain't one of them.

You don't have it in you.

Like hell I don't.

When those things get here, you're either dead or on your

way to becoming one of them!

You better be goddamned sure I don't want to see

that happen!

Now you get to Burnham's Hope!

EDWARDS: When you get there you go to my church.

The first one's on me.

[Edwards sobbing.]

PREACHER: EDWARDS! [slamming against gate]

EDWARDS!

EDWARDS!

EDWARDS!

GUARD [distant]: Watch those close to the wall!

Guns have never been a problem here.

Weapons. Provisions. People.

All stocks in trade we've never been short on.

Fire a bullet, reload.

Lose a man, a whole family shows up at the gates.

The wheels keep turning.

Life...goes on in circles.

Because you love the people,

and the sanctity within these walls, you make sacrifices.

I've made them.

I've had them made in my name.

Not proud of it.

Sacrifice keeps the circle in motion.

Allows the sanctity to exist.

Sacrifice ain't the problem.

Problem ain't outside these walls.

Problem ain't inside the walls.

It's here.

A man starts to forget.

Names. Faces. Hopes.

That's when the ground starts to fall away.

Order never forgets.

You make a man real when you give him a purpose.

You tell him what to do. When to walk out those gates.

When to piss. When to sleep.

Reward him when he comes safely home. Smite him...

...when he steals.

Our enemies made a Hell from chaos.

We made a home from order.

Now, I thought my orders were clear tonight.

All men on the line, Marshal Edwards.

Too nice a night to be takin' orders, Mr. Beard.

[Hissing/snarling.]

[Preacher shouting.]

If this was the army...

...I'd say your nice night just cost you your life-

[Loud gunshot.]

[Choking/gurgling.]

[Snarling/hissing.]

[Preacher grunting/struggling.]

EDWARDS: Last time I remember a night this nice,

was almost twenty years ago.

There was this negro boy.

[Commotion and shouting.]

Fifteen. Sixteen years old.

Supposedly got caught stealin' a chicken and some lumber

from a couple of farmers.

And while everyone was so damned concerned about sticks

and birds, all I could think about was his little brother

screaming wildfire.

Couldn't have been five years old, watching them drag his

brother to the rope.

We strung him up that night.

Said all number of unholy things to him while he was

kickin' and screaming.

[Snarling.]

Don't know if he did it, really. Never did.

But I do know he deserved a bit more justice than he

got that night.

I know his little brother shoulda never have seen

what he saw.

Just like I know that little girl deserved more than to

watch her pa rot outside these gates.

And I know...

...there's no room in Heaven or Hell for monsters like us.

[Gun hammer pulling back.]

Hell of a nice night.

[Loud gunshot.]

SOLDIER: [distant] Get the gates!

SOLDIER: [distant] I need more ammo!

SOLDIER: [distant] They're banging in the gates!

[Loud gunshot.]

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I know that what you done was what you had to do.

The alternative coulda been much worse in these times.

Lord knows I've seen and done things that at any other time

I'd have thrown myself before the cross and begged for mercy.

That doesn't matter.

What matters is you felt it was what you had to do

at that time. At that moment.

A friend of mine once said,

it puts a mighty hurt on the brain when you realize what

a person will do when they believe in something.

So.

If you believed that's what you had to do, I understand.

And I know He's out there, waiting, with open arms.

[Door shutting.]

I've seen died up gamblers spend less time in there than that.

Just waiting for someone.

No show?

He's out there.

Where the wicked cease from turmoil,

and the weary are at rest.

Too late to catch a train there?

About thirty more approaching from the north.

What'd you want to do, Preach?

You don't mind getting a little dirty, do you?

If that were coming from any other man, I'd say that sounds

like a proposition.

But if you were any other man,

I doubt we'd be digging holes all night now, would we?

EDWARDS: Same thing that drove them to murder that boy,

is the thing that keeps you going.

Belief.

Belief pushing you to a point you never thought possible.

We all got belief in something.

You've got the Man. I've got the Law.

But it's there for all of us.

You just better hope what you believe in is worth it.

Worth what you're willing to do.

What you're willing to lose.

And in the end...

...you just better hope it's right.

♪ The stench of the undead is overwhelming.

♪I know that I'll be joining them one day.

♪But I promised you I'd try, though I don't

♪remember why.

♪What's the point of going on this way?

♪I close my eyes and hear you say you love me.

♪I feel your gentle breath upon my face.

♪And I can hear the Devil,

♪he's laughing in my ear.

♪He asks me if I'd like a little taste.

♪He asks me if I'd like a little taste.

♪Where have you gone my beloved?

♪Why have you left me all alone?

♪This ache, in my heart, sure to tear me apart.

♪I'm sick, there's a crick, in my bones.

♪I'm sick, there's a crick, in my bones.