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[ominous music playing]

[music playing]

[breathing heavily]

[laughing]

[music playing]

Who's there?

It's after 9:00 already.

Another hour.

[knocking on door]

That's bloody-fucking now!

I gave you enough
time to sleep it off.

Mighty hospitable.

Not hospitable to troublemakers.

God damn it.

Shit.

Hey, partner, you know
where a fella could

find some work hereabouts?

Not likely the kind of
work you're looking for.

Folks around here are good,
honest, God-fearing folks.

Honest, God-fearing
works what I'm after.

Go down to the Golden Garden.

Saloon?

It's honest enough
for the likes of you.

Much obliged.

Indeed you are.

[music playing]

[snoring]

[coughs]

Hey there, handsome.

Looking for some company?

I should be so fortunate.

I was-- I was just looking
for the boss man, actually.

My time ain't available
for purchase, sad to say.

Are you the fellow in charge?

Owner and operator
since '69, took over

from my brother when he
up and caught the cholera.

Solomon Miller.

Bob Hagan.

Inkeep down the way he said you
was looking for extra hands?

My could be.

You have experience pouring
spirits and libations?

Ain't that the same thing?

Pardon?

I poured my share of
drinks, Mr. Hagan.

I bet you have.

The crux of it here,
I need me a fella who

can handle a rough customer or
two, keep an honest account,

and don't go drinking
up all my wares.

I'm your man.

And don't go
molesting the whore.

Quickest way to trouble is when
the staff starts philandering.

So you mind your business.

And leave these whores be.

Understood?

I ain't much for
company, just need work.

All right, Mr. Miller.

Welcome aboard.

Sherman's bloody asshole.

Oh, here it is.

Might as well look the part.

Miller!

As I said, this
position requires

more than a steady pour hand.

So empty the spittoons,
piss pots, rouse the dozers.

Make sure the bar is fully
stocked at all times.

And don't go spilling my liquor.

Whiskey!

Now, it's two bits a shot,
no freebies, lessen I say so.

Put your cluck in your biddy.

And pour me a sum'
bitchin' whiskey.

Apologies, Bob.

I've just a thirst, that's all.

Better.

Miller, give the man a bourbon.

Yes, sir.

New on the job, pup?

Just minutes now, sir.

I'll grant you some patience,
then, but just enough.

Much obliged.

Indeed, you are.

[gunshot]

[ominous music playing]

There's little to be had
for asking why Walt's dead.

It's Dilbert himself
what done it.

Strange day, getting stranger.

Not the first I've seen
gun-play under this roof.

But Dilbert, you
need to look mad.

Saundered on in,
casual as you please--

murdered old Walter,
right where he sat.

As you say.

It's getting stranger.

Miller, go and
check in the rooms.

Make sure them
piss pots is empty.

Ugh.

I ain't seen you in here before.

Hi, just started.

I'm Solomon Miller,
the new barman.

I'm Blondie.

Yes, ma'am, you sure are.

Heard that one before, huh?

Piss pot's full in room five.

[music playing]

Hey, fella?

Damn it, hey, fella!

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the new barman
at the saloon,

what owns this here shit house.

And I need you to move so I can
empty this here piss bucket.

Fuck off.

Come on, friend, ain't
the place for a snooze.

I said fuck off!

What's the matter, sonny Jim,
the work too dirty for you?

There's some damn fool drunk,
sleeping in the outhouse.

You say what, now?

I said, there's some damn fool
drunk asleep in the outhouse.

Oh, that's probably
old Ezekiel again.

Well, rouse that
sorry son of a bitch.

And send him packing.

I tried.

You said what?

I says, I tried.

Well, try a little
harder, Miller.

Jesus, Mary, and
Joseph, it doesn't

take Sir Isaac fucking Newton
to kick a drunk out the shit

house!

I didn't--

Are you a lackwit?

Is that the problem?

No, I-- I just--

Learn yourself when to
hollow your lip, boy,

or you'll earn yourself
new means of employment.

Now, follow me close at hand
because I won't be showing you

how to do this again.

Move!

[crying]

You fucking mad man.

God damn near tore my ear off.

Board house is over yonder
if you want a snooze.

This here house is for shitting.

I was only napping a spell.

Ain't for napping spells.

It's exclusively for shitting!

Peace!

If you ever disrespect
my employee again,

I'll stick your ugly
mug in yonder shit-hole.

And you can nap your
perdition, you drunken fool!

[inaudible] been torn
apart by hungry dogs.

Comprendo?

Yes, sir.

Now, lessen you need me to hold
your pecker while you piss,

I'm going back inside.

[inaudible], Miller.

Make sure that that piss
bucket is cleaned out good!

You're a dollar short.

I'll take it out of
your wages for the day.

Keep a better account.

Yes, sir.

There's your pay.

Thank you, sir.

You're posted up in room six.

So get in there,
and get some sleep.

Can I take some time to
head to the rooming house,

fetch my belongings?

Very well, just be back at
dawn to rouse the overnighters.

Dawn?

That's when the sun comes up.

Yes, sir, dawn it is.

[music playing]

[footsteps]

[growl]

[rattling sounds]

[snoring]

Stable's down the way.

Still saving up for the
horse to go with it.

We've not been properly met yet.

I'm Solomon Miller.

Stella.

How do you do?

Awful, you?

Right there with you.

You're here most
early, Solomon Miller.

Oh, Mr. Hagan says I'm to
rouse the overnighters.

Ain't none.

Say again?

Ain't no overnighters.

Then why did he have
me come here at dawn?

Because he's an
insufferable prick.

Obliged.

Nary a drop for
yourself, Mr. Miller?

Just thought that I'd
abstain for a while,

get a load of the world
through unhindered eyes.

You might not like what you see.

Not so bad so far.

How long you been
slinging spirits?

I been pouring whiskey
since I was five.

I started drinking
it when I was 12.

Here and there, I spent
some time behind the bar,

among other things.

I had a herd up north a while,
tried my hand at prospecting--

wasn't cut out for it, fell
in with some undesirables

for spell.

Oh, do tell, Clarabel.

Pardon?

Did I offend her in some way?

Probably.

Whoa!

You all right there, cowboy?

Old Walter getting
his head blown to bits

got you rattled some, huh?

I doubt it's Mr. Miller's
first sign of bloodshed.

I was--

Can you two ladies think about
maybe sitting a little closer

to the door, maybe
bring in some patronage?

On a fucking graveyard?

What'd you say?

I don't suffer wiseacres,
much less wiseacre whores.

Now, you get your
$5 ass out there

and bring me in some
goddamn business!

There's a foulness
in there and here.

Indeed.

You said what?

I'll just--

Take your effects.

You'll be sleeping
in room number six.

Then you get to
filling in water jugs.

So room six, water jugs--

yes, sir.

And any more wiseacre comments
earns you a dock in pay.

[growling]

There's something out there!

Do you not hear it?

Didn't hear nothing.

Where's them water jugs?

I dropped them all.

You break them
jugs, you're going

to pay for new ones, Miller.

It wasn't my fault. There's
something back there!

All right, tell me what you saw.

I didn't see it.

But you didn't hear that sound?

It was like a howl,
like nothing natural.

Ever heards of a coyote?

I goddamn know what
a coyote sounds like!

Hey, now, don't you
go howl on my whores!

Now, you apologize to the
lady, good and quick, boy.

Apologies, Kate.

That'll do.

Now, get to filling
them water jugs.

Would you lend me the shotgun?

You say what?

I asked you for the
shotgun, Mr. Hagan.

What for?

You don't carry
a pistol, Miller?

It were bigger than a
coyote, whatever I heard--

could be mountain lion, or--

you send me back
outside unarmed,

you're marching me to dangers
unknown without a means

to defend myself.

All right.

Hasn't a man got a
right to defend himself?

All right, I said.

Settle down there, Edwin Booth!

And don't go shootin'
no customers.

[ominous music playing]

[cigarette burns]

I count one jug.

Where's the other?

Dropped and broke.

Cost of that jug, coming
out of your wages.

Can't be breaking jugs, boy.

If there's nothing else,
I'd like to catch up

on a few hours sleep.

I'd be better use to
you with a clear head.

Go make sure them
piss pots is empty.

[music playing]

Them's my cigarettes.

You in the habit of
taking things that don't

belong to you, Mr. Miller?

Maybe you shouldn't have
such free and easy access

to firearms, Blondie.

Darling, you may have
yourself a point.

Look at that!

You are a believer, ain't you?

Used to keep time
with a magician,

picked up a few
tricks of the trade.

Sure.

You see, Mr. Miller, sadly,
the strange and miraculous

is so often easily exposed by
dull and disenchanted facts.

I think there's more fun in
the not knowing, personally.

I prefer to stay in the dark.

[music playing]

Jesus!

You gave me a start
there, young fella.

Apologies, sir.

Well, can I get you something
to wet the old whistle?

Take it down a notch
or two, Miller.

Young man ain't here to
partake in our wares.

Pleasure to meet
you, Mr. Miller.

I'm Benjamin.

You're the new
barkeep, I take it.

That, and I empty the piss pots.

Speak your message and
be on your way, son.

Well, the Reverend asks that you
attend a small funeral service

this afternoon for a
Mr. Walter Knudsen.

And when does this
funeral take place?

Round about 4:00.

That's our rush, can't be done.

Well, the Reverend suggested
that you leave charge

to the new barkeep.

After all, why have hired
such help if not for occasions

such as these?

I can handle it, boss, if
you want to take a few hours

and go pay respects
to your friend.

Walter was not my friend.

He was a royal pain in the
ass, if I be telling the truth.

But he was a good customer.

So be it.

The evening rush
is on you, Miller.

Yes, sir.

Keep an honest account.

Don't go drinking up my wares.

Leave them whores be!

How long are you in
town for, Mr. Miller?

A few days.

And you plan on staying?

I don't really plan on
anything at the moment,

just taking it day by day.

Know what I mean?

Putting it in God's hands.

Yeah, something like
that, I suppose.

Well, it's a pleasure
to meet you, Mr. Miller.

Whoa!

[screaming]

Hey, settle down now.

I guess you ain't
abstaining no more.

It shouldn't be much
of a crowd tonight.

But you'll still get
a cluster or two.

Folk ain't travel
alone much around here.

And make sure nobody's sneaking
drinks behind your back.

I'll keep a watchful eye, sir.

See that you do.

Don't go burning the
place down while I'm gone.

Ain't going to be no rush.

I have suspected.

Once a month or
so, a crew ride in.

But mainly, it's
the odd straggler.

Bob can barely afford
to feed himself.

Lucky, Kate and
I don't eat much.

You're playing with fire,
girl, batting your lashes

at that man.

He's trouble with a capital
T if I ever seen it.

Always grateful for the
advice from the dead woman

in the corner.

Rot in hell, baby girl.

How's that for advice?

Have I given some sort
of offense, Ms. Kate?

Your very presence gives
offense, Mr. Miller.

Why don't you shut
your damn mouth?

Don't bark at me,
you little poodle!

I'll break your goddamn jaw!

Don't you threaten harm on me!

I won't be bulldozed by
some dried up dope fiend.

You bitch!

Well, Jesus, the two
you, settle on down!

What up, boys?

Not another word till
whiskey pass these lips.

Time to get this
fornication engine running.

Nobody want to hear
about your cock.

Oh, you'll hear
about it nonetheless.

Barman!

Howdy, friends, what
can I do you for?

Whiskey for the boys, one for
the lady, and yours truly.

Room at the bar for one more?

The more the merrier, missy.

Are you the fella, going to
be squaring this account up?

What do you say about that, boy?

I'd say welcome to the
Golden Garden, sir.

Woo!

Another!

Whoa there, doggy.

That's one fine piece of pussy.

Pour me a fresh one.

Well, my boy Dave is
going to have a go.

[? none ?] for me.

[inaudible]

Oh, horse shit.

You know what you need, the good
old taste of Jack nasty face.

That'll set you right.

Oh, hey there.

You get back on that
bed there, Missy.

My boy Dave is
going to have a go.

In a spell--

I need a drink.

I said get the fuck back inside!

Now, you get on in there.

And you plant your
flag, Davey boy.

I said no.

[? you devising it. ?]
You think humiliating

me means it never happened?

You shut your mouth, punk.

Deal with how you deal, Patrick.

And I'll do the same.

I don't mess with
demons as you do.

There's nothing for me to deal!

And I've got no demons neither.

How dare you implicate me
with your goddamn degeneracy!

I say, I want you to
take leave here, fella.

And you shut the fuck up
before I topple over this bar

and I beat you until
you stop breathing!

Don't threaten me, cowboy.

Or what?

Or what!

Or I will physically remove
you from this establishment.

Oh, really!

Why don't you just
show everybody

how you're going to
go about doing that?

Go on.

Get out, I said.

Of course, my friend.

My apologies.

Why don't I just
square up with you, OK?

Then me and Davey here,
we'll be on our way, OK?

Woo!

You lily-livered son of a bitch!

[kicking harshly]

Stop, stop, you're
gonna kill him!

Don't worry that skinny mini.

It takes quite a while
to kick a man to death.

Hey, Davey, empty
the cash register.

Davey, empty the cash register!

Think I'll finish
my drink first.

Davey, empty the
damn cash register!

[gunshot]

Are you hurt?

Go and get the sheriff.

Drop that iron,
you ugly bastard,

or I blow this whore
to kingdom come!

All right, just--
let's stay calm now.

She didn't do no harm to nobody.

Just turn loose to her.

We can talk about
what happens next.

Davey, boy!

Jesus Christ, you cut them down.

You cut the both of them down!

I know, I know.

I'm sorry!

You killed my boys,
you son of a bitch!

[gunshots]

Stop, stop!

I didn't mean no
harm to those men!

They attacked me
first, unprovoked.

They would have
killed me just fine.

A man's got a right
to defend his person!

Sure enough, that.

A man's got a right to
take vengeance, too.

True enough that.

You turn loose to the woman.

And I'll take her
place, unarmed.

You can deal with
me as you see fit.

No tricks, cracker.

No tricks.

Throw the gun out.

Now, come out where
I can see you.

Turn loose the woman first.

Show yourself.

Show yourself!

[gunshot]

Oh, hell.

A little more support
on the left there.

Supporting it.

Where's Hagan?

Seen them whores, [inaudible]
his voice, I suppose.

It's his establishment.

Shouldn't he be assisting
in the body disposal?

I guess he delegated
them duties to me.

I suppose that's fair enough.

It wasn't him, made all
those corpses, was it?

Well, lookie here,
it's the angel Gabriel.

Good evening, gentlemen.

The Reverend has
asked me to assist you

in the burial of these men.

Well, your timing is a testament
to God's holy plan in action.

Got one left inside,
and he's a biggin'.

Are you well, Mr. Miller?

Fine and dandy,
don't love nothing

in this world more than
hauling corpses about.

You're right-- stupid query.

How does this town have
no undertaker, anyways?

Hanged him-- got him
committing unnatural acts

with the corpses.

Jesus!

Yup, back when the
mine was spitting

out gold nuggets
like baby teeth,

Swansea was to be the
next tombstone or Bisbee.

Folks from all parts of the
world rode through here,

brought a little culture
and civility to the place.

Some even brought
their families.

But the party didn't
last, as they never do.

Mine went dry.

Decent folks moved on.

And now we're all
but a ghost town.

We're still here, Sheriff.

Indeed we are.

All right, let's get
that bastard squared away

for his last ride.

[music playing]

Sheriff, what are you doing?

You'll see.

Dear God, what have you done?

Peace now.

This is blasphemy!

Better than they deserve.

You're the one who
decides what they deserve?

What do you deserve, Mr. Miller?

What the hell did you
just say to me, boy?

That's enough, now.

You might not like it, Benjamin.

But that's the best
I can do for him.

You boys going to
come on, or are you

going to stay and warm
yourself by the fire?

Hey, boss.

How's that jaw?

Oh, it's the best.

Good, good.

I spoke at length
with Stella and Kate.

And they told me you acted
the hero...

that you saved them.

And you saved this
joint from being robbed.

I just did what any man
would do, Mr. Hagan.

Not true-- a lot of men
would just tuck tail and ran.

But you, you put up your
own life for Kate's.

I don't know you well.

And I don't know what other
things you may or may not be.

But for one, you
ain't no coward.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

Now, get on in
and get some rest.

That was real brave,
what you did today.

Stella?

In the flesh.

You're like a knight.

Does that feel good, Solomon?

Does that feel good?

What's the most scared
you've ever been?

I don't know.

Quit lying.

I already let you
have your way with me.

Up north, after I was run out
of Flag for whatever drunken

misery I engaged in then, I
passed through Pace

Asking after work, I met
at a well-dressed gentlemen

with a fine way of speaking.

He told me he was a
professional photographer.

I nursed a small interest
in such instruments

and their methods.

So I thought myself
fortunate when

this fine gentleman offered
me a job as his assistant.

On my first day, I followed
him to a fine-looking house

on the edge of town. And...

I got inside.

First thing I noticed
was the smell.

And Mr. Miller,
would you please?

Can we get on with it, please?

Any moment, sir, any moment.

Yes, much better, much better.

Young miss, perhaps you
hold your brother's hand?

Go on, darling.

It's for Willie, so we
don't forget his face.

[intense music playing]

No, no, I won't!

[interposing voices]

Don't you touch him!

[inaudible] you,
out of my house!

No!

Get out of my house,
you goddamn [inaudible]..

Stop all of this, please, stop!

All right, you win.

How the hell could someone do
that, prop up their dead kid

like some stuffed raccoon?

Folk turn to strange
comforts when

they're in that kind of pain.

I suppose.

Listen, this can't happen again.

I need this job.

You can't be caught
molesting the whores.

Yup, why don't you
get out of here?

All righty.

Geez, you don't have
to tell me twice.

No, no, no, I mean,
get out of here.

Find yourself a nice fellow.

Get yourself a family.

Oh darling, that train
left a long time ago.

Come on, you're just a kid.

I eat when I'm hungry.

I got a roof above my
head, plenty of booze,

a big strong man to protect me.

What else could one ask for?

I care for you, Solomon.

Stella.

I know.

Don't begrudge a girl her
silly little fantasies.

[music playing]

Miller, I got a private
matter to tend to.

And I will need you
to open by yourself.

Yes, sir.

And hopefully, I won't be
returning to a pile of corpses.

Yes, sir, hopefully.

Stella, get your ass outside,
bring in some business.

Miller, keep an honest account.

And don't go drinking my wares.

And don't go molesting
the whores, Mr. Hagan.

Don't be overly familiar.

I'm your employer,
not your bosom chum.

Any more remarks or backtalk,
or over-familiarity,

results in a dock of pay!

Make sure them
piss pots is empty.

He's back at the hatchet
like normal, anyway.

[music playing]

Thank you.

Weren't nothing.

You're quite the hero.

I wouldn't say that.

No, neither would
I. But here we are.

Good people do terrible things.

It stands to reason,
terrible people

can do the occasional
good thing.

Terrible is a bit
strong, isn't it?

Strong and accurate.

Jesus, what, huh?

What is it?

What do I do or say, or what
tiny aspect of my manner

offends you so?

Is it just my face?

Do I remind you of some
phantom from your past,

some relative who bullied you?

[slaps]

Stop it!

All right, all right.

Have it your way.

[ominous music playing]

Consider that a fair
payment for saving my life.

Now make your arrangements
to be gone from here.

Pardon?

Collect your remaining wages
from Hagan, and leave town.

Why the hell would I do that?

If you don't, I'll tell him.

Molesting the whores will
get you fired without pay.

Shit!

[music playing]

Get the hell on!

God damn catcher, god!

Don't pounce on a
sleeping man, will you?

I will and worse, if I catch you
sleeping in my outhouse again!

I'm a good goddamn customer.

Ain't I entitled to a
little respite when no one

else is using the shit house?

You're entitled to shit.

And move along, just
like everybody else.

You test me, Ezekiel, and
I'll rise to the occasion.

Believe you, me.

Hagan's a good man.

He done more for
me than some sod

like you could ever comprehend.

Get the hell out of here!

For his sake alone, I don't
break your scrawny ass in two.

Threaten me again,
you're a dead man.

The hell with you.

Yeah, you're tough.

You're tough when you're
walking around muttering,

you drunken bastard.

Shit.

[music playing]

How's the crowd been?

As you see.

There's a foul air about.

You hear me, Miller?

I said, there's a
stench in the air.

I hear you, Mr. Hagan.

Any thoughts about
how to remedy that?

Well, I'm no expert on masking
unpleasant smells, sir, maybe

some flowers, or the like?

Flowers?

Mm-hmm.

That'll be $2 docked
pay on the day.

I warned you time and again
about the wiseacre comments.

It might could be
time for Mr. Miller

to move along,
seeing as how he just

can't seem to follow direction.

Might could be.

Save a dope fiend's
life one day.

They throw you in front
of a carriage next.

I didn't throw him in
front of them carriage.

Yes, you did.

You're trying to
get rid of him, when

Solomon's the only reason
you're still drawing breath.

Stop your hollering, Stella!

No, the two of you have
memories of fucking horse flies!

Solomon's been nothing
but good to you two.

And you treat him like dog shit.

I said, stop your
hollering, Stella.

I don't want to have
to warn you again.

To hell with you,
you old bastard!

You cunt!

Fuck you, old man!

Wait till I get my hands on you!

That's $2.00 docked pay.

That's $2.00 docked pay!

It's always open.

You got a way of appearing out
of thin air, you know that?

I have a soft footfall.

I guess.

May I speak with
you a moment, sir?

I'm not in the best
of moods, Benjamin.

I heard some shouting
imminent from the saloon.

Is ought amiss?

A hell of a lot of
ought is amiss there.

I can tell you that much.

I see.

I save Kate's life.

She turns on me
like a rabid bitch.

Hagan's one day treating
me like the son he's never

had, the next, like his
redheaded stepchild.

Seems quite unfair.

That's an understatement,
if ever there was one.

Stella stood up for me,
no doubt earned her more

suffering ahead--

Jesus fucking Christ!

Mr. Miller, may I
be frank with you?

Frankly, I'd rather
you leave me be.

You're suffering.

Perhaps I've
overstepped my bounds.

But to see a soul
in such torment,

you must understand
that God loves you.

And He can forgive you.

For what do I need
forgiveness, boy?

We're all sinners.

And we're all capable of
asking God for forgiveness.

Ask him, Mr. Miller.

Open your heart to the Lord.

And He will respond.

No, He won't.

(SINGING) Cold blows the wind.

Oh, my true love, soft
falls the gentle rain.

I never had but one true love.

In Greenwood, she last lain.

When the twelfth month
and one day had passed,

her ghost began to speak.

Who's it who sits
upon on my grave,

and will not let me sleep?

There is [inaudible]
own true love,

who sits upon your grave.

For I seek one kiss
from your sweet lips.

And that is all I crave.

My lips still are
as clay, my love.

My breath [inaudible].

If you have one kiss
from my cold lips,

your time will not be long.

[music playing]

[inaudible], are you all right?

[non-english speech]

I need Walter.

All right, all right,
just wait here.

Just wait.

Jesus!

I said for you to wait outside.

I just-- here, you
just drink that.

Be on your way.

All right, that's fine.

Now, if you please, just--

You should not be here.

Pardon?

There is so much pain here.

What are you--

You [non-english].

You are a sick man.

All right, that's
just about enough of--

[inaudible] demon.

You're a devil!

Hell is murky.

Well, that was odd.

The hell is murky?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means Miller needs to
keep a more watchful eye.

I ain't holding a shelter
for errant beggars.

Beg your pardon?

I said--

She's a lone woman come up
front, asking for some water.

So she didn't buy
booze or pussy.

This place is for
paying customers

only, not creepy Kraut beggars.

Blow it out your ass.

Say it again.

I said blow it out
your ass, Mr. Hagan!

Out, get out!

That little outburst just
cost you a day's pay.

I will not be spoken
to with such insolence.

I do not suffer
wiseacres, as I've

told you many times before.

God damn it!

Apologies, Mr. Hagan,
for the outburst.

It's been a strange
couple of days.

And it's taken a
toll on me, maybe.

We've all seen horrors
of the same, or more.

If you can't manage it, maybe
it's time to move along.

Go and take the rest of the day.

Get out of here.

Get some air in your lungs.

Go and see the Reverend.

I don't want to
see the Reverend.

That's what he's there
for, times of turmoil.

I don't need to see no reverend!

I just need to work, sir.

I just-- I'm sorry.

I know I made mistakes.

But I don't need time to
think or feel, or reflect,

or any of that.

I just-- I just need to
lose myself in something,

so I don't have to think
or feel or reflect.

I just-- I just need
to work, sir, please.

Go on and see if them
piss pots is empty.

Yes, sir!

Stella, come here, girl.

I think this poor player has
treaded long enough, don't you?

You keep doing that.

How did you get in
here all of a sudden?

I've always been here.

You're the intruder, not me.

What does that mean?

The people of this
town, they linger

in a particularly horrible
sort of hell because of you.

What do you want?

What's happening here?

Oh, sweet baby,
don't you understand?

You've lost your mind.

Stella, we got to get out of--

Kate-- Kate told me
that you fucked her.

Is that true?

Tell me the truth!

I didn't mean for it to happen.

It's just--

I don't want you here
anymore, Mr. Miller.

Bob and Kate don't either.

I'll give you inside
of a day to leave.

And if you darken
this door again,

I'll cut your fucking balls off.

[music playing]

[snoring]

[ominous music playing]

Easy now, cuz.

[inaudible] what'd I say about
sleeping the goddamn shit

house?

I'm just a drunkard.

It's the devil in the spirit.

He's got to me.

Please!

[gunshots]

Why'd you do that?

He weren't doing you no harm.

[inaudible]

He shot at me.

You're a monster.

I knew it.

From the moment you stepped
foot through that door,

ain't been nothing but
blood and [inaudible]..

You're a goddamn
accursed mad man.

I'm not a mad man!

The blood was just [inaudible].

Kate!

You stay away from me!

He took a shot at me.

I saw him.

Please, Bob, please,
don't let him in.

He's a monster!

Liar.

Quiet!

Kate says you shot old Ezekiel.

She's a liar.

You ask Blondie.

She was looking out the
window when it happened.

Hey, Blondie!

Miller, who you hollering at?

Blondie, a goddamn witchy
blonde in room two?

She was looking out
the window like always.

She must have seen.

She must--

This is what concerns me.

What?

There ain't no Blondie here.

What?

No, she's--

I never employed no
whore named Blondie.

No, that's not possible.

You're wide awake
and dreaming, son.

[ominous music playing]

[gunshot]

It's always the quiet ones,
just something about them.

Still waters run
deep, as it's said.

Still waters also draw
skeeters and plagues, and such.

Mine needs a wash now and
then, clears the bugs out.

Funny how the killing spirit
overtakes a man, decent seaman

fellow--

polite enough for company,
takes a dark turn of mind.

I should have known
you was trouble when

Walter's head went kablooey.

I ain't blaming you necessarily.

But some folks possibly,
through no fault of their own,

are just bad medicine.

Mr. Miller, I don't think
you've met Deputy Donovan.

He's a specialist
of sorts, a man

I call in when people
think they're being smart

by being quiet.

I prefer it when
they stay quiet.

It gives me a chance
to experiment.

People take their
fingers for granted.

You never realize,
for example, how much

you miss your left pinky.

You think you and
your pinky finger

will be together forever,
until you're old and arthritic,

and finally, rotting in
the grave, forever bound.

All it takes is one good swing.

And you're changed forever.

And that pinky
finger, dead meat,

tasty morsel for the dogs.

And you're a maimed
man, marked forever

as a walking symbol of loss.

A few more swings,
twists, turns,

(laughing)

and you're changed even more--

a monster, cripple,
a pile of meat.

So my question to
you, Mr. Miller,

isn't if or why you shot
that (laugh)... peckerwood.

My question is, do you
think you can adapt?

For example, do
you think you could

chew with every other tooth?

I did it.

Say what?

Well, I do believe that's
a record time, deputy.

Say it loudly and clearly, son.

And Deputy Donovan
could go home.

You can get some
much needed rest.

I shot him.

He was sitting on the john.

And I blew a hole in his face.

Why?

Deputy--

Why?

He disrespected me.

I told him.

I told him time again, you
can't sleep in the goddamn shit

house.

And Hagan's pissing in my ear
about this, and this, and that,

and every other goddamn
miserable thing.

It's unrelenting, just a gushing
river of shit and misery!

And I can't--

I can't-- I can't look for
no hope of love or Christian

charity.

I'm forsaken to a miserable
dusty inferno of pits

pots and fat, fowl creatures
that paw, and prod,

and gush their
foulness all over.

They're pigs!

They're all God damn pigs.

And I've had enough.

You hear me?

A man's got a right.

A man's got a--

You're going to pay me
for the whole night.

I don't need this mad
man bellowing at me.

I'm not a mad man!

Shut your hole, Miller.

You'll take $1 pay, as
per our agreement, deputy.

God damn it.

Thanks for nothing, shit-kicker.

He's a good man.

I doubt that very much, sir.

Yep.

Sheriff?

Sheriff?

[ominous music playing]

Sheriff?

[growling]

[screaming]

[ominous music playing]

Miller.

Mr. Hagan.

You put that pistol
down on the ground

so we can speak as gentleman.

He had a gun.

I told you, see?

I just missed it before.

He had a gun, Kate.

I said, put that
shooter on the ground.

I will fire upon you.

Where is Sheriff Hoyt?

I don't know.

Liar.

It's no lie.

He left me in an unlocked cell.

Did you kill him?

No, no, no, no, I didn't--

I'm no murderer!

I only shot Ezekiel because
he took a shot at me first.

I tried to disarm him.

And he pulled the side iron.

And he fired at me first.

A man's got a right
to defend himself.

She saw!

She saw!

And she lied.

She was jealous, jealous
of the imagined tryst

I had with Miss Stella.

I'm beset by
conspiracies and lies.

You simple son of a bitch.

I told you not to go
molesting them whores--

nothing but trouble.

Many a better man
have been laid low

by the same, the
eternal bane and burden

of mankind, his weapon.

Where's Blondie?

There he goes.

You got a fever in
your mind, sonny boy.

But it's not your fault.
It's a different nature.

I'm no mad man.

You are.

I said no.

You are.

No!

Are you a churchgoing
man, Solomon?

I told you already, no!

I told you many times more
than you can read a clock,

don't go molesting my whores!

You want to survive
in this world, boy?

God [inaudible] and lazy.

I hereby resign.

[gunshots]

No!

No!

[inaudible], Kate.

Stella?

I'm sorry.

[non-english speech]

You the preacher of The
Word around these parts?

Come closer, Solomon.

I can't see you.

What's happening here?

What's wrong with these people?

Why am I seeing things
that were there one moment

and gone the next?

Why did he leave me
in an unlocked cell?

How did I get here?

Ask God.

He will answer.

I am sick of hearing that!

He won't answer!

He never has.

He never will.

You've been alone for
a long time,

haven't you?

But God has always
been with you,

like a patient follower,

loving you always.

Then why does He torment me?

Is it God
that torments you,

or is it you,

yourself?

What does that mean?

Are you without sin, my son?

No, I've sinned.

I've sinned terribly.

God will forgive you.

[screams]

[ominous music]

Bastards, what do
you want from me?

[gunshots]

Die, God damn you, die!

[maniacal laughter]

I have an awful thirst.

You know where I can find some
water, or coffee, or hell, even

whiskey?

You see, my horse
faltered, [inaudible] back.

And I had to put her down.

That was weeks ago, I think.

[music playing]

You got it, Mike.

He was dead before
he hit the ground.

Just deserted, seems like.

Except for him.

Hello, there.

[ominous music playing]

[gunshot]

[speaking gibberish]

Don't try to talk till
you're done puking.

Gather some timber.

[music playing]

It was cholera.

Cholera, you said?

I know the look,
when it takes them.

Go on ahead, Mr. Jackson.

As far as we could tell,
the fella Ike shot--

Who was shooting at us,
screaming, die, goddamn you,

die, die, die.

I told him that already.

Look, it was self
preservation, if there ever

was a case, Marshal.

We told him that already.

Now, you came upon this town.

There was a mad man,
raving and firing at you.

You shot him in
your own defense.

And then?

Bodies, sir, all propped up with
ropes and boards, and painted--

Stuffed and mounted
like goddamn animals.

He wasn't right in
the head, Marshal.

Or even such as he was,
must have hit him hard,

all that death.

And then to desecrate
them so, it was indeed,

to me, a troubling image.

To me as well, sir.

So you say that among
these bodies, with them

all, two prostitutes?

Well, we figured
them for the sort,

being in a saloon and all.

Did he-- was there any evidence
that this man you speak of,

this bad man, did he...

engage in any acts
of lewdness

with the bodies of these women?

We don't know, sir.

We didn't take time to
ruminate specifics, Marshal.

We set that town and
everything in it ablaze.

I'm sad to say that we couldn't
risk giving any of them

folks a proper Christian burial.

They burned where they lay.

You boys did the right thing.

Let me make a record of this,
pass it on up to my superiors.

And we'll take it from there.

Here you go.

Thank you, sir.

[music playing]

[MUSIC - MAGGIE HABERMAN,
"AM I BORN TO DIE?"]

And am I born to die,

to lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly

into a world unknown?

Soon as from Earth I go,

what will become of me?

Eternal happiness or woe,

what shall my fortune be?

Will angel bands convey

their brother to the bar,

or devils drag my soul away,

to meet its sentence there?

How shall I leave my tomb,

with triumph or regret?

A fearful or a joyful doom,

a curse or blessing met?

And am I born to die,

to lay this body down?

And must my trembling spirit fly

into a world unknown,

into a world unknown?