All language subtitles for The.Old.Way.2023.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

[Horse nickers]

[Birds chirping]

[Person gasps]

[Breathing heavily]

[Merchant] When we take it upon ourselves
to act against our best interests...

And the best interests of our community,

we have to understand that there are
consequences for those actions,

and we must respect the hierarchy of power
that's handed down to us from god.

I did not ask for this responsibility.

I did rise to power under my own volition.

But the drive to do so was placed
inside of me by a higher power.

Jimmy.

It's god's will that I stand here today.

Take a hard look at your lives, people.

Do you believe that anything happens
without the will of god?

If it were god's will that he wanted
one of you to be in charge...

Hey, Briggs.

[Merchant] ...Do you not think
he would've given you the drive?

Keep a sharp eye out for the brother.

Boss thinks he might try something.

[Merchant] He did not.

God blessed me with the means
and the mental fortitude

to grow my interests in this community.

Not only was I able to open up
Clark's mercantile and trade,

but I was able to lure in the railroad.

Now, I know that many of you
do not agree with my methods.

Let me assure you, Mr. McCallister here
has had every opportunity

to do right by this community,
but he's flat-out refused.

Jimmy.

You go on home now.
Don't stay here and watch this.

You hear me, son?

Go home.

[Horse blusters]

[Clark] James, is it?

You understand
what's happening here today?

Well, your father is teaching you
a valuable lesson.

Go home. Go!

Know your place.

He stole from me.

Yes, he did... yes, he did.

He stole from all these good people.

- That makes him a sinner.
- [Horse whinnies]

You know where in the world sinners go?

I can tell you,
sure as hell ain't Wyoming.

- [Horse whinnies]
- Let him hang.

[Gunshots]

[Gunshofl

[bandit] Shoot the wagon driver.

[Gunshofl

[Jimmy] Pa!

Get Briggs!

[Gunshofl

{gunshofl -[Screams]

[Gunshofl

goddamn it.

{gunshofl -[Groans]

[Jimmy] Please help me!

[Chokes, gags]

- —[Coughs]
- Dad. Are you okay?

[Wheezing]

Help me. Help me. Help me.

Get the doc.

[Wheezing continues]

You owe me more.

- [Sighs] You okay?
- Yeah.

Mike?

[Gunshofl

[crying] Oh, god. No.

[Sniffles]

Paid in full.

[Grunts]

You killed my brother, you son of a-...

[Gunshofl

[horse whinnies]

Have to get these hung early so they have
a chance to dry before the wind gets up.

You gonna help me or just keep watching?

I like watching you.

Yeah.

You like watching me hang laundry?

[Laughs]

I like watching you do most things.

And most things I do, I do for you.

That's true.

I suppose that might be
why you like watching me.

I reckon I'd enjoy
watching you do other things,

uh, not just things for me.

Like when I do things for our daughter?

Yes.

You're a good mother. Anyone can see that.

Thank you.

Now, I need you to be a good father today
and walk our daughter to school.

- Well, she's old enough to walk herself.
- —she needs you.

I need you.

And I can't walk her today
since the wind is probably gonna get up

and I need to finish hanging this laundry.

- I have to open the store.
- [Sighs]

Then get going so you're not late.

- [Door opens]
- Brooke?

You need to hurry.
Your father's walking you to school today.

Why can't you walk me?

Brooke?

Yes, sir?

Listen to your mother.

Thank you.

Brooke, I have too many chores
to get done this morning, so no arguing.

Grab your schoolbooks
and scoot before you're both late.

I think you and your father
could use a little walk together anyway.

Go on.

- We should have taken the horse.
- No.

Wasn't time to saddle the horse
and walk you to school

and be back at the store on time to open.

- Wouldn't we be faster on a horse?
- Undoubtedly.

Then wouldn't the time we saved
by being faster

have made up for the time
it would have taken to saddle a horse?

No.

[Horse whinnies]

"No classes today
as miss Valerie has taken ill"?

What do you think she's ill with?

Pox?

It's probably pox.

You need to walk home now.
I have to open the store.

Mama says I'm not allowed
to walk home alone.

That's nonsense.

You say I should listen to mama.

This is different.

Mama won't like it
if you make me walk home alone.

[Horse nickers]

[Horse whinnies]

Sit there and finish your studies.

I finished my studies.
The teacher needs to assign new ones.

Then sit there and read a book.

[Door opens]

Morning, Mr. Jeffries.

- [Door closes]
- Morning, Mr. Briggs. How's your day?

Very well. How can I help you?

Well, I'll tell you, Mr. Briggs.

My mother done got it
in her head yesterday

that she wanted to bake a cake
for the church potluck this week.

And now, last year she made a pie.

But the apples she used
grow on Mr. Johnson's apple tree.

You know, the one out back
by the outhouse.

And wouldn't you know it,
them apples tasted plumb like shit.

It made anybody who eat them
sick to their gut.

I tell you, I think the shit from
that outhouse has soaked down to the root

and changed the way
a basic apple can taste.

But Mr. Johnson says
that's a bunch of hooey.

And because of that, he won't let mama
have no more apples for her apple pie,

which, as far as I'm concerned,
is fine by me and mama

because, as I mentioned before,
the apples taste like shit anyhow.

[Sighs]

Well, that left a dilemma for mama.

[Sighs]

If she's not gonna bake a pie
for this week's potluck,

what could she possibly make?

- —A cake.
- Exacfly.

Mama's gonna bake a cake

and bring it to the church potluck
after church on Sunday.

Was there something that you needed
from the store, Mr. Jeffries?

There I go,
blundering on around about mama.

I done forgot you don't know why I'm here.
Mama needs some flour.

The sack she has is full of weevils,

and she don't think
she can sift them all out this time.

- How many pounds?
- Just a 20—pound bag will do.

I didn't, uh-— I didn't see you there.

I wasn't really gonna steal them.
Just a game I play with your daddy.

[Footsteps]

Twenty pounds of flour.
That'll be one dollar and a nickel.

[Cash register dings]

Yeah. Uh, could you apply it
to my mother's account?

- [Briggs] Of course.
- Thank you, Mr. Briggs.

Hope to see you at the luncheon on Sunday.

Madam.

[Door opens]

You finished reading your book?

He tried to steal some jelly beans.

- W hat?
- That man.

Mr. Jeffries.

I caught him taking some jelly beans
and he put them back.

He put them back?

He did.

I'll discuss this with him
next time he's in my store.

You want one?

No.

Then what do you want?

His hands were dirty.

- [Gasps]
- Pardon me, ma'am.

Didn't mean to frighten you.

We weren't sure if anyone was home.

Someone is home. Me. How can I help you?

Yes, ma'am.

First, let me apologize
for the rudeness of my introduction.

My name is James McCallister,

and me and my companions have been
on the road for several days now.

We're plumb tired,
and we're more than a little lost.

Companions?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

That's boots there up by the road.

He didn't wanna ride up to the house
and frighten folks, being polite.

And, uh, behind you,
well, that's big Mike.

Thousand pardons, miss.

I was just around back checking to see
if there was anybody in your garden.

- —Was there?
- Nope.

Well, you gentlemen
should have just knocked.

Oh, we did knock, ma'am.

Mmm. It's true.

Saw big Mike step up to that door there
and give it a rap.

Most definitely witnessed that
with mine own.

Must not have knocked too loud.
Certainly didn't hear it in the house.

[Chuckles]

Nevertheless.

Well, if you gentlemen will just allow me
a moment to put the laundry down,

I will happily point you
in the direction of town.

It's about a half hour's walk up the road,
and they've got hotels

and saloons and a hot bathhouse
with a brand-new shower.

- —That would be an act of kindness, ma'am.
- We would be much obliged.

My husband will be along any minute,

so he might even be able
to show you the way himself.

- Your husband?
- Yes, sir, my husband.

He should be along any moment.

Would your husband happen to have been

that fellow we saw walking
down the road earlier,

walking with a little girl?

Yes, he was walking our daughter
to school.

[Laughs]

[Mike chuckles]

Oh, ain't that something?

A grown man
walking a little girl to school.

We certainly live in a new age.

[Chuckles] Sure does seem like it.

[James] Sure does.

You said town's about
a half an hour walk up the road?

That's right.

Mmm.

Well, the man's sure been gone a long time

if he's just walking your daughter
to school and back.

Sure hope nothing happened to hold him up.

[Both groan]

- [Screams]
- [Groaning]

Go help him.

- You all right?
- The bitch kicked me in the balls.

You just got your ass whupped
by an unarmed woman doing her laundry.

- [Gasps]
- You sure you have balls?

- [Knocks]
- Open up, missy.

We're coming in, one way or another.

Might as well not piss us off
in the meantime.

[Hammer cocks]

[James] Madam?

I think you got the wrong idea
about me and the fellas.

Ain't no sense running off and hiding.

Don't wanna hurt nobody.

We need to quit peckerin' around
and get back on the trail.

That marshal can't be too far behind.

Day, day and a half at most.

We need to keep moving unless
you fools want to end up back in jail.

Eustice, you shut your damn mouth.

Now, I know you're scared
and you're hiding.

But if you just poke your head out,
you'll see we don't got any guns.

We just wanna talk.

[Whistles]

[Horse whinnying]

[Hammer cocks]

[Gunshofl

[horse whinnying]

[Mike groans]

[James] Go on. Go get her.

Bring her back.

[Horse groans]

[Screaming, grunting]

[Breathing heavily]

- You gonna live?
- Yeah.

Bring her over! Quickly, now.

[Groans]

- Her arm's all busted up.
- That's fine. That's fine.

[Groans]

I feel like we got off to a bad start,
and I'm gonna put that on you.

Now, when we first met,
I introduced myself, did I not?

I said my name loud and clear.

You did not do me the same honor, did you?

- I said, did you?
- [Groans]

You'll get no honor from me.

Tell me this, then, hmm?

Is this your husband? Hmm?

Is he the man we saw
walking down the street this morning?

Is your husband the Colton Briggs?

You heard of my husband, have you?

[Laughs]

Oh, I've certainly heard of your husband.

We're like family, me and him.

Good.

It saves me the trouble
of explaining it to you.

You boys are in a world of hurt.

Who the shit is Colton Briggs?

Are you serious? Colton Briggs?

- This is Colton Briggs's place?
- Eustice. Quiet.

That's right.

[Groans, sniffles] And I'm his wife.

And you hit me in the face with your gun...

Broke my arm,

shot his horse.

You boys have woke up the devil.

[Laughing]

[Eustice] Goddamn it, Jimmy,
you're bringing hell down on us.

I absolutely know your husband.

Mm-hmm.

We go way back.

In fact, I owe him a debt.

That'll do. It's time to head home.

Mama didn't come to get me from school.

You weren't at school. You were here.

Yes, but wouldn't she come here to find me
if I wasn't at school?

[Door opens]

- [Horse whinnies]
- Hey, marshal. Better come on out here.

- [Horse whinnies]
- Who are those men?

What do we got here? Family?

It looks like the father and daughter
from that picture on the mantel in there.

[Marshal sighs]

They must have been away
when those fellas came through.

Thank god they're okay.
A little bit of luck, finally.

[Marshal] Mmm.

Luckyindeed.

Tell the others to come outside.

We shouldn't be making ourselves
comfortable in these folks' home.

[Door opens]

Hey, guys, family's here.

- They're still alive?
- Yep.

Oh, shit.

[Horse whinnies]

Is this you folks' home?

I wanna apologize for my men.

We, uh... we didn't realize
that no one was home and, uh...

My wife was home.

Yes, sir. I, uh... I apologize again.

My name is us marshal Franklin jarrett.

I know who you are.

Where's Ruth?

I'm afraid you have me at a loss, sir.

Do I know you?

Bnggs?

Well, holy shit, man.

I, uh...

I apologize, little lady.
That, uh, language is not appropriate.

You have a family?

[Sighs]

Well, that is a good thing.

Uh...

A man needs a family. It, uh, grounds him.

Evens him out. That is, uh...

- This is good.
- Marshal.

[Sighs]

I'm sorry, Briggs, but we need to talk.

Somewhere private, preferably.

Why don't you boys
go help him dig that hole.

Says he don't want our help.

Says we should have been better
at our jobs.

[Marshal] He ain't wrong.

Go get them horses ready.

Little lady...

[Horse blusters]

I had smiley heat up
some of that condensed milk

and put a little brown sugar in it.

It's good. Make you feel better.

I never knew your mama...

But I know she was a good woman...

[Chuckles]

'Cause I did know your daddy...

Years and years ago.

You meet a lot of people in this business

and the faces, a lot of times,
just disappear over the years.

But not your daddy.

[Chuckles]

No, sir, not him.

Your daddy was about
the meanest son of a bitch I ever met.

Pardon my language.

But I never met anybody like him.

Just the way he would look at you, just...

Like he was looking through you.

Like you were nothing.

And I don't say this lightly,
but your daddy was a violent man.

I've seen him shoot three cowboys
one time.

Now, it was a fair fight,

but I don't think
his blood raised an ounce.

I can't say he was a criminal.
I don't know that.

But I can say that he was not
what I would call a good man.

Not back then.

Why are you telling me this?

Hmm.

[Sighs]

I guess I just want you to understand...

How good a woman your mama was.

She took the coldest killer
that I've ever met

and she turned him into a family man.

Minding the store.

Raising a little lady.

That was a good thing your mama done.

My father used to kill people?

Yeah, but that was years ago.

I haven't even seen my father hold a gun.

Well, that's 'cause he's a good man now.

Because of what your mama done.

You carry a gun.

Are you a good man?

I try to be.

My mama's dead now.

Is my father still a good man?

Would you like for me to say a few words?

You said plenty of words.

None of 'em helped.

There's something you should know.

Um, them fellas left a mess in your barn.

Not something your little girl should see.

So you'll wanna clean that up
before you let her go in there.

I reckon we'll be hitting the trail.

I figure we're only
a few hours behind 'em.

And I think I've got a pretty good idea
where they're going.

Tell me the names of the men who did this.

Tell me where they're going.

No, sir, I don't think I can do that.

I reckon it's been a few years since
the world has seen the old Colton Briggs,

and I think the world is probably pretty
happy leaving that just right where it is.

Tell me the names of the men responsible
for the death of my wife.

Briggs, listen to yourself.

You see that little girl over there?
She just lost her mama.

She needs her father now.

Whatever changes happened to you
that that woman gave you,

don't let 'em die with her.

That little girl needs the man
that she knows and loves.

You know,
ever since we were granted statehood,

this here land is now part
of a new country.

We got laws. We got due process.

Folks just don't go around
killing other folks.

That ain't the world anymore.

Keep right by your daughter.

Keep right by god.

I will find those murderous
sons of bitches.

I will catch them,
we will take them to trial

and they will hang.

I promise that to you.

Take care of your daughter.

As long as that little girl is alive,

there's no room for vengeance
in your life.

[Horse blusters, whinnies]

- What do we do now?
- Go to bed.

[Crying]

[Ruth] Ineed you.

[Gasping]

[Cries]

As long as she's alive.

Mama wouldn't like you
pointing that gun at me.

[Hammer clicks]

[Groans]

Get dressed.

Those are pants. No dresses.

We leave in 15 minutes.

This is mama's horse.

Yeah. They killed mine.
We'll have to travel light.

He can't run with both of us.

If we're gonna catch up with those men,
we're gonna need another horse.

Yeah, we'll find one along the way.

[Horse whinnies]

This is a good time for us to do this.

My teacher at school is sick.
If it's pox, she could be sick for days.

She could die.

We'll get a new teacher.

I forgot my schoolbooks.

- Think they burned up in the fire.
- We'll get new books.

- What about my clothes?
- We'll get new clothes.

- Why did we burn the old ones?
- —because we're not going back!

We're not going back.

As soon as I finish what I have to do,
we'll find a new place

and we'll replace everything you lost.

Except mama.

Give me the belt.

You gonna whup me?

Take that.

Over there by that tree off the path,
you can sleep for 30 minutes, not longer.

Then we'll eat
and we'll get back on trail.

We'll do that every four hours
until we catch 'em.

Aren't those men getting further away?

They're only men. They need sleep as well.
They'll wait for us.

But if we keep going,
we can be there sooner before anything...

Won't do us any good
if we get there dead tired

or if our horse dies from exhaustion.

It's not enough that we find these men.

We need to be ready to kill 'em
because they'll be meaning to kill us.

That seem strange to you,
that little girl last night?

How do you mean?

Well, her mama had just been killed.

She's sitting there
right next to the body,

not a tear on her face.

Hell, I never even met the woman.

I cried more about it
than her own daughter.

Well, she's probably just shocked
from the news.

I mean, her mom was just killed.
She ain't never coming back.

Gotta be hard
for any youngster to understand.

I suppose so.

{gunshofl -[Horse whinnies]

- Holy shit!
- [Horses whinnying]

[Gunshofl

come on, come on, come on.

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots continue]

[Groans]

Holy shit, son.

How'd you do that?

{gunshofl -my leg is busted.

[Gunshofl

that one's a shooter. Shit!

{gunshofl -the marshal.

You didn't shoot the marshal?

[Gunshofl

[gunshots continue]

Goddamn it. That asshole started
the ambush before we were in position.

[Horses whinnying]

What do we do?

You see Briggs?

Shh, boss,
I don't know what he looks like.

Well, you'll know him when you see him.

I promise you that.

[Exhales]

Get down, smiley!

[Gunshofl

-oh! —[Laughs]

Dumbass.

Let's see how far
them bastards get now, huh?

Boss is pulling out.

Next reload, let's get up that hill.

[Gunshots continue]

{gunshofl
-holy shit! I'm out of here.

God help us!

[Click]

[Gasps]

Is it time to leave?

I heard gunshots coming
from across the canyon.

- W hen?
- Ten minutes ago.

Why didn't you wake me?

No reason to hurry.

Gunshots might have a way
of speeding some folks up,

but they have a nasty habit
of slowing other folks down.

We'll find out what happened soon enough,
either way.

[James] I can't believe it.

You want to tell me
what the hell just happened? Huh?

What the hell, boss?

Those guys up front,
they were about to go behind the hill.

I wouldn't have seen 'em if I waited.

You were supposed to
shoot the marshal first, huh?

Instead, genius here decides
to shoot the first guy he sees,

chasing everybody, including the marshal,
into cover.

You know, I go to enormous pains
to invite Colton Briggs to come find me.

You go ahead and leave
a perfectly healthy lawman between us.

It's like you're trying
to work against me.

Is that what's happening here? Huh?

You're working against me?

No, boss.

I'm with you.

I just messed up. That's all.

[Laughs] I certainly hope so.

'Cause if that lawman stops Briggs
before he can get to me,

there will be hell to pay.

Mm-hmm.

[Eustice] It don't matter for nothing.

You got something to say, old man?

If Colton Briggs decides he's coming...
[Scoffs]

You might as well set an extra plate
at the table

'cause Colton Briggs is coming.

What's going on?

There's a rider coming.

One of the men who killed mama?

Maybe one of the men from the posse?

Either way, we need his horse.

- Are you gonna kill him?
- When I take his horse,

chances are he won't like me doing that.

I don't think mama
would like you killing no lawman.

I don't know if he is a lawman.

Chances are he won't stop
and give me time to ask.

Can't you think of another way
to stop him?

He'll be coming from that direction.
You stand there and get him to stop.

- How?
- Cry. Make him feel sorry for you.

I don't know how.

[Sighs]

What'd you just say?

I don't know how to cry.

Now, you listen to me.

People in this world expect you
to act like they do.

They expect you to laugh at their jokes
and sigh at their babies

and cry at their funerals.

If you can't learn to do those things,
they won't accept you.

They'll push you out.

Do you want to make it in this world?
Answer me. Do you want to fit in?

Then you're gonna have to figure out
how to act like them.

You remember last summer
when the parson's daughter died?

Remember how his wife cried?

"Waah! Waah!"

"Waah! Waah!"

A little louder.
"Waah! Waah! My baby! My baby!"

Waah! Waah! My baby! My baby!

That'll have to do. Keep it up.

[Brooke imitating crying]

You okay, little girl?

My baby, my baby!

Baby? What baby? What...
What are you getting at?

- [Hammer cocks]
- You're getting off that horse.

You should have gone with Mark. [Grunts]

He looked pretty bad.

What, and leave you two here
without protection?

I ain't helpless.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

- It's me.
- Shit, Mark.

Scared the hell out of us.

What the hell are you doing back here?
Where's your horse?

Ask them.

- —[Gun cocks]
- What the hell?

[Mark] I'm sorry, guys.

Now, Briggs.

I know you're upset.
Hell, I don't blame you.

But whatever you think you're doing,
you need to let these boys go.

Fetch that rossi and bring it here.

My father wants your shotgun.

Do what she says, Greg.

I will blow this little girl's brains
all over this valley.

Do you hear me?

I said I will blow her brains
all over this valley.

I'll pull the trigger right now.

[Screams, grunting]

[Greg groaning, whimpering]

He cries pretty good.

I'm gonna try to do it like him next time.

Both of you put your hands
behind your back.

Is this enough wood?

That wood's too green.
Needs to burn hotter.

See the tip of that?
Should burn so hot, it glows red.

That's dry wood.
Burns hotter, burns faster.

Listen to me, Briggs. Just listen to me.

Up till now, you haven't committed
any crimes that you can't walk away from.

I understand that you're
under a lot of pressure.

The pain of losing your wife,
I can't imagine it.

Any man might've done the same thing,

made some of the same decisions
that you've made.

But you are about to cross a line
that you can't get back from.

Assaulting a us marshal,
murdering a us marshal,

that is trouble that you
have not encountered before.

Are you sure about that?

What about your daughter, Briggs?

You're making her an accessory.

These men here need medical attention.
You're preventing them from getting it.

No, you are
by not telling me what I want to know.

I'm a federal marshal.
You're asking me to participate in murder.

- You're protecting a killer.
- From another killer.

Correct.

- Is this dry enough?
- Good. Put it on the fire.

We'll be ready to start soon.

If anything happens to my men,

I swear to god, I will hunt you down
and I will kill you myself.

Like you hunted down the man
who killed my wife?

The man who killed your men?

The man responsible
for everything happening right now?

I'll take my chances.

- Rip his shirt.
- Don't you touch me!

- [Shirt tears]
- Give him the stick like I showed you.

Please, don't!

- James McCallister.
- [Mark screams]

Name's James McCallister.

He rides with three men... Michael arlens
and boots Miller and eustice bedford.

They're all hardened criminals.

Word is he promised them a share
of a iockbox he's got stashed somewhere

if they bust him out of the prison
in Powell county,

and they're headed to Colorado.

Somebody told me he's got
a little Mexican girl down there

in a town he likes called Santa Rosa.

The trail I was on
meant that he was headed that way,

and that's all I know about it.

I swear it.

Hold him.

- [Mark] No. No.
- Oh, you son of a bitch!

- I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch!
- [Screaming]

Bring me the iron.

Pinch the flesh on either side
of the wound and push it together.

We have to burn it with the iron,
or he'll bleed out soon.

[Sizzling]

Smells like mama's rabbit chops.

That's the whiskey.

- Makes me hungry.
- Mm-hmm.

[Bullet rattling]

Bullet was poisoning him.

He's got a chance now.

But these men
are not walking out of this canyon.

If I get to Santa Rosa
and there's no James McCallister,

no Mexican girl, no gang of four,

I will come back here
and I will kill these two men

before you can return with help.

And then I will wait for you.

And no matter how many men you bring
back with you, I will kill you first.

I will kill you before you even see me.

Do you understand?

We're taking your guns and your horse.

Gotta leave me a horse, Briggs.
You can't take my horse!

Take your mother's horse.

- This one suits me fine.
- Damn it, don't question me.

You've got more experience
with your mother's horse.

She knows you. Fewer surprises.
Now, get up.

I'll leave your horse tied up
in Santa Rosa.

I'm no horse thief.

Justice is gonna find you, Briggs!

- Hyah!
- You hear me? Goddamn you!

Justice will catch you!

[Horses whinnying]

There. Just like I told you boys.

[Eustice] Let's crack her open,
see what we got.

- Oh, lordy.
- [Chuckling]

"El banco londres y Mexico."

- What the hell?
- Now settle down.

What the hell, boss?

Where's the money, boss?

Now, if I was crossing you,
I would've killed you already.

But I didn't.

Nothing but a dirty rat.

[Grunts]

You ain't too bright now, is you?

That's okay. That's why you got me.
I got brains.

And my brains know
that since we busted out of jail,

we're gonna have to lay low for a while,
at least a year or so.

And any of you boys got any idea

what kind of money they spend
down in old Mexico, hmm?

Right there, that's enough dinero

for each of us to live like kings
for as long as we need.

Each of you get an equal share
as long as you stick with me.

Or we can split it up here
and part ways friends.

But I will tell you this...

That money, well,

ain't worth a nickel
this side of the border.

Not unless you know where to spend it.

And, boys, I do.

And what about this Briggs fellow?

Yeah, we're gonna have to figure that out
and figure it out fast.

It's all part of the plan.

Should we wait for him and set an ambush
like we did for the marshal?

We don't know
how far behind us Briggs might be.

We could be sitting in the bush for days.

Too, Briggs ain't the type of man
to walk into an ambush unprepared.

Then how do we hunt him down?

I thought I made myself clear.

We ain't hunting nobody.

Briggs is hunting us.

[Chuckles]

- What do we need that for?
- It's good firewood.

-It was on someone's grave. —so?

It belongs to someone.

Nothing belongs to the dead
because the dead don't need anything.

Only the living need to possess things.

The living need food, water, shelter,

clothes, family, money, land.

But the dead,
the dead have already been tended to.

Once they're put in the ground,

they have all they need.

They're not selfish.

I like the dead.

[Eustice] I don't like this.
There's a sheriff.

No, sheriff's in Denver. Two days away.

We cut the telegraph lines
coming into town,

which means it'll be upwards of four days

before any sheriff can get the news
that we're here and do anything about it.

That office is
where they keep the bad folks

until the lawmen can come pick 'em up.

[Eustice grunts]

[Clicking tongue]

Still, feeling mighty exposed
riding into town like this.

You need to question my every call?

Now, I need you boys to set a guard
at the edge of town, all right?

Anyone rides in, you let me know.

And rotate every couple hours.
Y'all look like dog shit.

I need you rested when Briggs gets here,
or you're no use to me. Understand?

And ladies, I assume you're well rested.

- I am in need of your services.
- [Laughing]

You heard him. Who wants first watch?

Well, I'll take first watch.

But you better come
and relieve me in four hours.

[Mike] Give me a hand with this.

[Grunts]

The marshal said you used to kill people.

The marshal should guard his words
when speaking to children.

[Exhales]

- Is it true?
- Yes.

He said you gave it up.

He said you gave it up for mama.

Is that true?

He said mama changed you.

My entire life,

even as a boy, I knew.

I knew I was different.

My mother always said
I didn't cry as a baby.

I didn't laugh.

When my mother died I was very young,
but I didn't shed a tear at her funeral.

Lots of folks did, but I didn't.

Growing up, the other kids
would play games and joke with each other,

and they would cry if they got hurt
or if they were scared,

and I'd watch 'em.

I got pretty good at pretending.

Good enough, anyway.

Pretending I was like the other kids.

Pretending I was... [scoffs]

Normal.

But that's when I realized
I had never known fear.

My whole life I'd seen fear in the eyes
of every man I ever met,

come to expect it.

Grown men terrified
when they had no reason to be.

I remember this one man was looking for me
'cause I'd shot a couple of his friends.

He caught up with me in a bathhouse,

my pistols lying out of reach
next to my clothes.

And I remember seeing this man

holding a gun on a cold, naked man
sitting in a tub,

and yet he was the
one shaking... [chuckles]

Too scared to move.

So I stood up from my bath,

and I quietly walked over to the man,

and I took his pistol away...

And then I shot him dead with it.

He didn't even beg for his life.

And even though
I could recognize fear in men,

even to a point
where I could use it against them,

I can honestly say I had no idea
what it actually felt like.

It was as if...

I'd been born

dead inside.

But I didn't care
'cause I was dead inside.

[Swallows drink, exhales]

How did mama change that?

When I met your mother,
there was no introduction.

There was no getting to know each other.

And in that first moment I saw her, I...

I felt something.

Something I never felt before.

Love?

Fear.

Fear she wouldn't talk to me.
Fear she wouldn't love me.

Fear I couldn't make her my wife.

[Crying]

Fear of losing her.

She was the only thing I ever feared

and the only thing I ever loved.

When they told me mama was dead,
I didn't know how to feel.

She was your mother.

You feel sad. You feel loss.

Is that how you felt?

I felt pain.

Like a part of me was killed with her.

Do you still feel like that?

Mama died, and I didn't feel anything.

It was as if I died...

Like I was lost.

Like I was lying in my bed, in my room...

In our house...

But I felt like I would never find
my way back to those things again.

You will.

Do you know the man who killed mama?

The man the marshal told us about?

James McCallister.

Tomorrow, after the sun comes up...

Can you teach me how to shoot?

Good.

I think I'd like that.

[Horse blusters]

[Groans] Son of a bitch!

[Grunts]

Damn it!

Now remember, keep your left eye closed.

Let the barrel drift
right above your target.

When you're ready,

gently breathe all the air
out of your lungs

and let the barrel fall.

Time it so your breath ends
just as you line up your shot.

At the bottom of your breath,
squeeze the trigger.

- Don't pull. Squeeze with your whole hand.
- [Exhales]

[Brooke exhales]

Were you aiming for the hat?

Just below it. I was aiming for his chest.

You pulled. You didn't squeeze.

Let's try it again.

- [Exhales]
- What's wrong?

Can I try the pistol?

- [Briggs] Hyah! Hey!
- [Horse blusters]

[Briggs] Remember to squeeze.

Don't pull.

Morning, eustice.

Those Turkey bungholes
never relieved me of duty last night.

Left me sitting out there all night.

Is that so?

Boys! Come on down.

What is it, boss?

Eustice here has a grievance he would like
to air with the rest of the gang.

- Go ahead.
- [Eustice] Well, you two.

You were supposed to relieve me
of my post after four hours.

And that didn't happen. That's bullshit.

Eustice, please accept my sincerest
apologies on behalf of the gang.

We sure are sorry. Ain't we, boys?

Why didn't you just come get us?

- What?
- If we were supposed to relieve you,

why didn't you just come get one of us
to take your place?

Eustice, why didn't you
just come get one of the boys?

Well, I didn't want to leave my post,
you know.

Briggs is a dangerous man.

And if he would have seen
there was no guard,

he might have snuck in here and got us.

You didn't fall asleep, did you?

No, boss.

Eusfice,

you wouldn't be lying to me, would you?

No, boss. I mean, I-I might... I might have
shut my eyes for a second or two.

I was tired. I-It was a long night...

Eustice. [Shushing]

[Whimpers]

Falling asleep on guard duty
is a terrible thing to do.

What if Briggs had shown up
and you'd been asleep?

- —[Boots] Yeah.
- [Mike] Yeah.

He might have snuck in and got us,
like you said.

No! I would have seen him.

- [Bone snaps]
- [Screams]

[James shushing]

Now, I did you a favor. All right?

Next time you're on watch
and you get a little sleepy,

you just give
that broken finger a squeeze,

and you'll perk right back up.

[Brooke] What's wrong?

There's only one way into town.

If they're down there,
they'll be watching everyone who comes in.

They left a message in the barn.

Felt familiar, like it was meant for me.

What did it say?

I don't like walking in
not knowing who I'm looking for.

If they know me, it'll give them the edge.

They'll see me coming. I won't see them.

Do you think they'll know me?

[Briggs] Now, you ride into town casually.

You've been sent on an errand
from your parents' farm up the road.

Keep your head up
and look at everyone carefully.

Head straight for the mercantile.

Go inside and ask the man
to buy something,

and then casually ask if any riders
have come through town.

Whatever he tells you, you bring
that information straight back to me.

Can I help you, young lady?

Young lady?

Pardon my manners.
You almost caught me daydreaming.

I almost forgot why I came in here.

My mama got in her head yesterday

that she had to bake a cake
for the church potluck this weekend.

Last year she made a pie,

but the apples she used
grow on Mr. Johnson's apple tree,

the one back by his outhouse.

And wouldn't you know it?

Those apples tasted plumb like shit

and made anyone who ate them
sick to their gut.

I think that shit in that outhouse
sunk down into the roots

and changed the way
a basic apple can taste.

But Mr. Johnson
says that's a bunch of hooey

and because of that he won't let mama
have any more apples for her apple pie,

which as far as I'm concerned is fine
by me and my mama,

'cause like I mentioned before,
those apples taste like shit anyhow.

Who the hell is Mr. Johnson?

This the little girl you seen, boots?

It is the little girl we saw
the other morning.

Hello there, little miss.

That's a fine horse you're riding.

Couldn't help but notice the saddle.

Wouldn't mind telling me how you got it,
would you?

Better yet, why don't you just tell me
where your daddy is.

Maria.

This here is my little sister.

-Buenos dias. —[James chuckles]

[Boots] Still no sign of him.

[James] Huh.

He'll be around soon enough, I expect.
—this one hasn't touched her food.

[James] I expect she's too scared to eat.

Right, little sister?

You too scared to eat?

No.

'Course not. I expect the daughter
of Colton Briggs ain't scared of nothing.

You boys hang that sign outside
like I asked?

Red paint. Just like you asked.

Good. Where's big Mike?

He's got a good angle
at the road into town.

Well, one of you set up at the other end
of town, the other across the street.

Yes, sir.

And, boys...

Stay out of sight, all right?

It's important he gets to the middle
of town and sees our invitation

before we throw him
his little surprise party.

Boss, if we get a chance to put a bullet
in Colton Briggs, we oughta do it.

It ain't smart playing games
with a fella like that.

Sounds like he's the one who's scared.

[Chuckles]

Sure does, doesn't it?

You hear what little sister said?

You scared?

I'll take the other end of town.

[Door opens]

[Horse whinnies]

[Horse nickers]

[Eustice]
Boss is expecting Briggs anytime.

Might want to wake your ass up.

[Grunts] I'm awake.

[Eustice] Good. Keep it that way.

We're supposed to let him
get into town before we kill him.

Wants him to see
that we got his daughter or something.

Makes sense.

You do yourself and all of us a favor.

You see that son of a bitch,
you put a bullet in him.

Hyah.

Slow right there.

If you ain't too scared to eat,
why you ain't touched your food yet?

It's probably poison.

So you is scared.

Scared of poison.

You don't have to be scared
to not eat poison.

Just not stupid.

You see this?

No poison.

I couldn't poison you even if I wanted to.

Reckon it's some kind of sin
to poison your kin.

Stop saying that.

Stop saying what?

Stop calling me your sister.

We ain't kin.

You and I are most certainly kin
in almost all respects.

The fruits of your father's labors.
[Chuckles]

Sure as shootin'.

You're a liar.

I'm not saying that your daddy
knocked my mom up and they made a baby.

No, no, no. There was another man
who had the honors of my physical birth,

but he's not around no more,

on account of the day
I like to call my spiritual birth.

You see, it was on that day
that your daddy

decided I didn't need mine anymore.

He took him away from me,
right there in front of me.

I watched him die,
watched the life leave his eyes.

It was right then that I stared
in the eyes of the man who killed him.

And you know what your daddy did?

He stared right back at me.

Then he...

He got on his horse, and he rode away.

But not all of him, no.

See, he... he left a tiny little piece
of himself buried deep inside of me,

like a seed.

Working on a little insurance policy.

We don't need those boys getting any ideas
about running off with the money.

[Chuckles]

Used to be you couldn't find nothing
around these parts except Tequila.

Finding whiskey in Santa Rosa is progress.

You see, the problem with progress
is that something's gotta go.

In with the new.

Out with the old.

That's the way of the world.

But this transition...

It's rarely a peaceful one.

No, ma'am.

The transition of power
is one of violence, necessary violence.

That's why we're here today.

You see,

I got a monster inside of me.

The devil himself.

That devil can't get out while there's
another devil out there in the world.

Both these devils can't exist
at the same time.

I get it.

You're crazy.

But don't worry. My father
will be here soon. He'll fix that.

You know...

I'm glad we had this time together

to get to know each other as siblings.

'Cause after tonight,
after your father gets here...

Well, I'm gonna be your new daddy.

And we'll see what needs fixing.

[Grunting]

- [Mike breathing heavily]
- [Horse whinnies]

[Hoofbeats]

[Mike inhales]

[Grunts, screams]

[Grunting]

Eusfice!

He's here. Eustice!

He's here.

He's here.

[Groaning]

[Groans]

[Exclaims]
Oh, god, mister, please don't kill...

[Boots] Holy shit.

[Gunshofl

he's here!

He done killed big Mike
and shot one of the Mexican boys.

[Gunshofl

the devil does not disappoint.

[Exhales] Let's go see pa.

Walk.

[Horse whinnies]

He went down that alley
behind these buildings!

Go around and flush him out.

Christ almighty.

Eustice! You hear what I said? Go!

[Horse blusters, whinnies]

[Whispers] I got you, pendejo.

[Hoofbeats]

- You see him?
- He must have circled back.

[Door opens]

{gunshofl -[Briggs grunts]

[Horse nickers]

[Horse whinnies]

I got him. He got boots, but I shot him.

- Is he dead?
- No, I only winged him.

But I got a bullet in him, sure as shit!

He's holed up in that building
over there by the alley.

Are you sure about that?

He seem like the type of fella to just
hole up and wait for us to come get him?

Guess we'll see.

Go on.

You two. You see that mercantile?

The villain
that killed your buddy's inside.

Go in there and get him.

I'll double your pay
if you bring him out alive.

Be careful, now. He's a snake.

He may be a snake,
but he ain't a goddamn wizard.

- Eustice...
- [Hammer cocks]

[Shell casings hitting floor]

[Grunting]

[Door opens]

[James] I need you to just trust me.

Can you do that?

It'd be a shame to have to let you go
so close to the end.

[Groans]

[Gunshots]

[James] Briggs.

I'm calling you out.

Ain't that what you boys used to do?

Call each other out.

Settle your differences in the street.

Let's do this the old way.

[Grunts]

Holster that pistol, mister.

I swear to god,
I'll kill this little girl.

Hello, handsome.

Remember me?

No.

[Eustice] Get your hands up.

Both of 'em.

It's busted.

[Eustice] We got him, boss.
What are we gonna do?

You really don't remember me?

I gotta say, hurts my feelings.

But I guess it's not too surprising.

I was just a little whipper
last time you saw me.

Important thing is,

I remember you.

Don't worry. I'm okay.

I definitely remember you, Colton Briggs.

Every time I close my eyes,

I see your face staring me down.

Smell the smoke from your guns.

Hear the noises my daddy made as he died.

I mean, that's why we're here.

You, me, your little girl.

She never would tell me her name,
but it don't matter none.

We're just one big, happy family. [Laughs]

You see, we're gonna have a showdown,
you and me.

And you get the opportunity
to put a bullet in my head,

just like you did my daddy.

And if you do that,

eustice here, he's gonna blow
your little girl's head off.

- [Eustice] Boss, just kill him!
- Shut up!

Now, you can kill me
and watch your little girl die,

or save your daughter
and watch me take your place.

Brooke...

I have all I need.

See that I'm tended to.

No.

And I love you.

- [Briggs shouts]
- No!

[Crying]

Holy shit.

I did it!

[Laughs]

[Gasping]

[James] I killed him!

[Crying] I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- [James] I did it.
- I'm so sorry.

I killed Colton Briggs.

I killed him!

[Breathing heavily]

You hear that, daddy? I killed him.

It's...

- —[James chuckles]
- [Hammer clicks]

It's you.

[Hammer cocks]

You're the monster.

You're no kin.

Brooke...

Your mother,

she'll tell you what to do.

[Briggs groans]

[Briggs breathing shakily]

[Crying]

[Sniffles, crying]

[Marshal] You alive?

Found another body
in the back alley back there.

That makes four of 'em.

[Marshal] More or less what I expected.

Round up the bodies. Let's get 'em back.

[Horse whinnies]

Will they bring him home?

Yeah, I suppose they will.

Thank you.

Marshal.

What are you gonna tell them?

I thought I might bring you in
for what you and your daddy did.

Tell 'em how you captured us,
and tortured us,

and left us to die out in the desert.

But I suppose the judge would just say

that you were following
your daddy's orders

and blind with rage
over your mama's murder.

Even though you and I both know
that ain't quite true.

And in that case,
your daddy would be buried as a criminal,

and you would go home to try to figure out
what to do with your daddy's store.

Found a strongbox in the saloon, marshal.

Good work, corporal. That'll be all.

And then I considered telling them
that you and your daddy came along,

and you saved my deputy's life

by performing field surgery
on his shoulder.

Then you proceeded to track down
your mother's murderers,

and then he was killed in the process
of their apprehension,

in which case you would still go home.

So I figure since the outcomes
in both those scenarios are the same,

I prefer the story that doesn't involve me
getting captured by a 12-year-old girl.

And maybe in that version we can
forget all about that strongbox too.

[Clicks tongue]

[Crying] In that version,

my daddy gets to be a hero?

[Inhales, exhales]

In exchange for your discretion, yes.

I believe that sounds about right.

Well, then it's decided.

Marshal...

Did you find your horse?

Tied up at the edge of town.

[Crying] Just like he said.

You get on home, little Briggs.

Take care of your daddy's store.

Hyah.

[Crying] You hear that, daddy?

You're gonna be a hero.

Mama would be so proud.

Maria, isn't it?

Si, seriorita.

Why don't you fetch me my brother's
saddlebag from inside the saloon.

I best be getting on home.

[Door opens, closes]

[Door opens, closes]