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(nocturnal insects humming)

(Charlie): Hey! This is the Sisters brothers!

The Commodore sent us!

He knows you have Blount!

Hand him over, and the rest of you will live!

(gunfire)

(shouting) (exclamations)

(man grunting): Goddamn!

(thudding) I can't see shit!

- Ready? - Yeah.

- Fuck, it's not him. - Kick it.

(clatter)

(man screaming): Holy shit! Sto...

(scrapping on floor overhead)

(footsteps thudding)

(rapid breathing)

Blount?

Blount? - No! No, no!

(grunting)

(panting): Please!

Charlie!

Hey, d'you get him?

Yeah, he's dead.

- The barn. - What?

The barn!

(horse squealing)

(shrill squealing)

(squealing coming from barn)

(coughing)

(squealing)

- What are you doing?! - I'm not walking home!

Eli! (Eli coughing)

Eli!!

Don't be fucking stupid! Let's go!

(squealing) They're just fucking horses! Eli!

Eli!! (neighing wildly)

How many you think we've killed?

Pfft. I don't know.

Six, seven?

(Eli laughing) What?

Well, we fucked that up real good. (chuckling)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

(people chattering in the distance)

(sighing)

(horse nickering)

(neighing)

What did the Commodore say?

Did you mention the horses? - Let's go get a drink.

He said if there'd been a lead man,

we wouldn't have had problems at the Blount ranch.

He says for the next job... we need to have a lead man.

What's it mean about money?

It means more for me.

No. My money, I mean. Same as before?

Well, no. Less, obviously.

If the Commodore wants to pay for a lead man, that's fine.

But it's bad business to short the man underneath.

You're not asking what the job is?

No.

- Are you pouting? - Pfft.

(door bell dinging)

Hey, fuck off. We're not done yet. (bartender indistinct comment)

I'll tell you anyways.

We have to go south and find Morris.

- The Commodore's John Morris? - Uh-huh.

Why do we have to find Morris?

He's after a prospector named Hermann Kermit Warm.

Great. He can find him and kill him, then. End of story.

Morris is a scout, he's not a killer.

The mission is: Morris finds Warm, he holds him, we come in and finish the job.

That's the mission.

What about the horses?

What's your goddamn problem with the horses?

The Commodore told us he would get us new horses.

- Isn't that what he did? - No.

For you he got a new horse.

For me, he made room in his stable and got rid of some horsemeat.

Tsk. Pfft.

Don't you think we should talk about this later?

No, I don't need the horse later. I need it now, for the job.

The horse is fine. Stop being a baby.

Is it the words "go halves" you don't like?

The lead man's paying.

Alright, it's open. Thanks. (cattle lowing)

(man): Yah! Yah! Get, get, get, get.

Hey, come cut the back of this for me.

(sighing)

(Charlie laughing) Just cut it off.

You look funny.

(rhythmic music)

What'd this Hermann Warm do?

He stole something from the Commodore.

Don't you find it strange,

all these men foolish enough to steal from such a dangerous man?

How do they even steal anything at all?

We know how cautious the Commodore is.

Caution has nothing to do with it.

He does business in every corner of the country, even overseas.

Man can't be everywhere at once.

It stands to reason he'd be victimized.

Victimized?

Yes, victimized.

The Commodore is "victimized"?

Well, what would you call it?

If a man is forced to protect his fortune with the likes of us,

what would you call it?

Not "victimized."

You're not gonna start nitpicking over every word, are you?

What's your problem? Are you upset?

You're upset 'cause I'm the lead man?

Is that it?

If that's it, just say so, but stop splitting hairs. - I'm not splitting hairs.

You're using a strange word and I'm making you take notice.

(groaning)

(sniffing)

(rhythmic music)

(music continues) (indistinct chatter)

Tell me something.

Could it be you're missing 'Milia Partridge?

What are you talking about?

Could it be the schoolteacher that gave you that silly red scarf?

The one you keep folding and unfolding in secret.

It's called a shawl.

Am I not entitled to any privacy?

You made plans with her?

Plans?

Start a family, have children, marry her, something like that.

I don't know.

Why are you so interested all of a sudden?

I was just wondering about family.

You remember how Pa was with Ma?

Yes, Charlie, I remember.

Makes you think.

You're not scared to reproduce yourself?

You do realize that our father was stark-raving mad

and we got his foul blood in our veins?

Our father drank, Charlie.

Touché.

That was his gift to us.

That blood.

That's why we're good at what we do.

(indistinct chatter)

(shouting)

- Keep going! - Hey!

(whistling)

(man): Pull! (horse neighing)

Come on, heave! (men grunting)

Heave! (grunting)

Come on, pull!

(groaning) Harder!

(groaning) Pull!

(background chatter)

(Morris): May 15. Myrtle Creek, Oregon.

(background chatter)

The gold rush has made the detective's job much easier.

(clucking) When you look for a woman, a man, a horse or a dog,

just follow the gold.

And soon enough you'll find whom or what you're after.

(bird squawking)

Hermann Kermit Warm. Eats messily.

5 foot 6, lean, dark skin, no friends,

no baggage, no money.

(man singing softly)

(indistinct chatter)

Sisters.

S-I-S-T-E-R-S, like "sisters".

(sighing)

No. Uh, nothin'. I would've remembered.

Well, let's hope no news is good news.

What's the next town on the trail?

Myrtle Creek.

- How far? - Two days.

Does that interest you, sir?

What is it?

It's a toothbrush, sir.

- Hmm. - To keep your teeth longer and your breath fresher,

and you use it with this powder.

Hmm. Thank you.

Hey!

What kind of boots do you have? - I'll be right with you, sir.

What size do you take, sir?

Hmm.

(background chatter)

(men singing)

It's good. Is it vegetables?

Borscht.

- I taste dill. - Borscht!

(laughter in the background)

(indistinct chatter in foreign language)

(soft snoring)

(gunfire)

(shouting) (barking)

(gunfire)

(Charlie): Five... (man): Outta here!

(man): You're a dead man!

Seven, eight, nine... (man): He cut us off!

(man): Oh, where did you go?! Where did you go?!

Go home, you fools. (Charlie): Ah, you fucking cowards.

Oh, come on! (dogs barking)

No one wants to measure themselves up against Charlie Sisters?!

No one? Really? (dogs barking)

(He mumbles discontentedly.) (gun clicking)

(grunting)

(sighing)

(grunting) - Stand up. Come on.

Wait. (vomiting)

I'm okay. - C'mon.

Don't judge me... please. Some days we're stronger than others.

(background chatter)

(thunder rumbling)

(Morris): May 17, Wolf Creek.

I travel through places that didn't exist three months ago.

First there are tents, then houses;

then two months later, shops, with women fiercely discussing the price of flour.

I found this line by Thoreau.

'This town, too, lies out' - Have we seen each other before?

We know each other.

- Uh, no, I don't think so. - You were in Myrtle Creek two days ago.

Yes, I was.

Like many other folk.

Oh. Are you headed to San Francisco?

No. Just to Jacksonville.

- To work? - Yes.

Oh.

You?

San Francisco?

Gold?

Yes, like many other folk.

(laughter)

May I tell you something, sir?

Of course.

You know, typically, when a man wishes another man good day,

he smiles while facing the other person,

but once he passes by, the smile drops from his face. Not you.

Your smile remains on your lips after you've turned away.

Well, I-I hadn't noticed. It's common courtesy.

Not only that. Not everybody does it.

You...

you take a genuine pleasure in communing with others.

Am I mistaken?

I... I honestly do not know.

Would you like to join me for lunch?

I would love to, but I'm a little hard up at the moment.

As my guest, of course.

What takes you to Jacksonville?

Business to settle. I'm meeting two of my associates there.

- Hmm. - How are you making your way down south?

Uh... I have a seat in a covered wagon.

How long till you get to Frisco?

The question is not how long before I get there,

the question is what state will I be in when I do, if I do.

To be honest with you...

...my faith in my host is very limited.

(softly): He riffled through my belongings several times;

whenever I take out my money, their eyes are like daggers.

Mr. Warm... you ought to not endanger yourself in that way.

You have to be more careful than that.

What other choice do I have?

- Fifty, horseshoes included. - Thirty-five.

No, 35 is for a mule.

Forty, with saddlebag and shoes.

Hey, listen, mister. You want to buy a horse, you pay the price for a horse.

You're never gonna sell this horse.

Not at 50, not at 40. She's a bad hip.

Anyone'd see that with an eye. Forty!

Forty. - But...

(Morris): Gentlemen, I have found him.

I have managed to make his acquaintance

and have arranged to travel with him.

If all goes well, we should be in Jacksonville in seven days.

I will try to hold him until your arrival

and find a secluded place to hand him over.

- "Make haste. John Morris." - Chalk one up for Morris.

Even if I don't like the "Make haste."

Who does that asshole think he is?

Hey, when did they pass through? - Four days ago.

Is there a faster way to Jacksonville, off trail?

Well, it's rougher to go up the mountains,

but you'll save a couple of days.

(Charlie): The rain muddied it all up. I can't see a thing.

We must be able to pick up the trail somewhere.

(crickets chirring)

(Charlie crying quietly)

Ah.

(weeping)

(sniffling)

(whispering): Charlie? Charlie?

Peek-a-boo!

(laughing)

- Damn fool. - I thought you were gonna kiss me!

Fuck you. (Charlie laughing)

(making kissing sounds)

(laughing)

(laughter)

(snoring)

(background chatter) (harmonica playing)

Ah, let me relieve you here.

(laughter)

I've only just noticed that's the only bag you have.

I guess you're gonna...

have to buy gear when you get to San Francisco.

(baby crying) (shushing)

I don't need equipment.

(laughing)

You're going to look for gold in a river without a shovel, a pail, a cradle?

This is the great challenge that all prospectors face.

How do I get at what's just beneath my feet?

There's only two solutions, of course: hard labour, good luck.

But I've been working on a third solution... for many years.

One that is simpler, faster... more certain.

And I think today I've found it.

You don't believe me.

No offence, Warm. Frankly, I'm having a hard time.

You know, it's funny. People usually don't believe me.

And then when they do, they want to kill me.

What is this idea?

Well, I told you I'm a chemist.

It's the idea of a chemist. It's a formula.

- "Abracadabra." - No.

A divining substance

A divining substance you... you mix in the river water?

This formula... this... diviner - call it what you may...

As a man of science... have you ever tested it?

Eli, wake up. (mumbling): I don't feel good.

- What? - I don't feel good.

- You don't feel good? - No.

(soft moaning)

Oh, shit. What happened to your face?

- I dunno. - It's all swollen. And your neck!

You look like... one of those dog - what is it? - the... the Mastiff.

Fuck you! I'm sick! (Charlie laughing)

Alright, sit up. (coughing) Let me look at you.

Ah!

Got a gallon of blood sloshing around in there.

Can you sit in your saddle?

I dunno.

I'm freezing. (shivering)

(thunder rolling)

(groaning)

(thunder crashing)

(soft grunting)

(crying out)

(groaning)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashing)

I'm tired, Charlie.

- I know. - I'm really tired.

Sleep.

I'm here.

(moaning) (thunder crashing)

(father, softly): There you are, my sweeties.

Pa!

- I've looked all over for you. - Pa?

Come closer. Let me take you in my arms.

(Eli crying out) (thunder crashing)

(Eli): No! No!

(growling) (horse squealing)

(growling)

(whimpering)

Ah! (loud crashing)

(growling)

(heavy animalistic breathing) (growling)

(growling) Ow!

(fly buzzing)

(birdsong)

(creaking)

(birdsong)

(vomiting and coughing)

You okay? (Eli panting)

(groaning)

What...? What happened?

Well, this gentleman wandered into the camp last night.

He got your horse real good.

He went right for him.

Fuck.

Is this...? C'mere.

(horse snorting) (whinnying)

It's the horses that woke me up.

(neighing)

What a fucking night.

(Eli panting)

I had a dream about Pa last night.

Well, that's perfect.

I'm sick of this place.

It reeks of death, everything is fucking soaked. Let's go.

Why you taking off your clothes? Let's go.

I'm hot. I'm too hot. (groaning)

(background chatter) (bell tolling)

(clopping)

(man): Ah, what are you doing out here?

(indistinct chatter)

(barking) - Third house, on the right.

- Thank you. - Thank you.

(background chatter)

(wings beating) (birds cooing)

(sighing)

(coughing outside)

Ah, shit.

Oh! (panting)

You looking for this?

Get back.

Get back!

(rooster crowing)

What's the matter?

Are you not gonna say, "Listen, Hermann, I can explain"?

Huh?

(clatter)

Pick that up, face that way.

Put it on your left hand.

Let me see your hand.

Good. Now the other one.

(grunting)

(panting)

(muffled moaning)

(pen scratching on paper)

(muffled): Off... Off. Take it off.

If I take it off, will you keep quiet?

(mumbling)

(groaning)

(breathing loudly)

(sniffling) (sighing)

Are we waiting for your friends?

How could you be so two-faced? What taught you such duplicity?

Is it greed? I hadn't noticed that in you. I really hadn't.

You keep quiet or I'll put it back in.

You think they'll kill me?

They won't kill me.

Not right away.

What do you think your Commodore wants?

He's the one who tried to rob me in Oregon City.

He's after my formula, my invention!

So what?

So your friends... your friends are on their way here to torture me.

To torture me. Did you know that?

(rain pattering)

They'll cut off my fingers...

they'll burn my feet,

gouge out my eyes.

They'll torture me till I talk.

Morris, can I ask you something?

Are you gonna watch?

Are you gonna write it down in your book of adventures?

Warm...

I...

It's this world.

It's an abomination.

(chuckling ruefully) (sniffling)

(softly): It's an abomination.

(Morris): He stopped talking, didn't say another word.

He watched the sun rise through the window.

(wincing and exhaling)

(barking in distance)

(sniffling)

(gasping)

Let's go.

You don't think you're making a mistake?

I don't know.

Probably.

(horse panting)

- How do we go about this with Warm? - Like we usually do.

Well, usually there's no Morris.

Morris hands over Warm, we go someplace quiet and finish the job.

You done?

Yes.

(background chatter)

(barking)

You go around back.

(barking)

(background chatter)

Whoa!

Christ, Charlie, I almost shot!

They're not here!

Where are they?

They left. Four days ago!

Morris left a note. Shit!

"Dear gentlemen,

I'm sorry to inform you that Hermann Kermit Warm has made a...

precipitate departure.

He must have hopped a wagon train and left town.

I am going after him as of today. Good luck. Sincerely, John Morris"

"Hermann Kermit Warm has made a precipitate departure"?

Who the fuck is he kidding?

Who's this pretentious fucking asshole kidding?!

(Charlie sighing) - Well, we tried.

So what now?

We keep on.

We said between Jacksonville and Mayfield,

and we're only in Jacksonville.

And goddammit, the job isn't Jacksonville or Mayfield.

The job is to kill Warm!

(softly): Why don't you say it louder? I don't think he heard you.

Wherever the fuck Warm is, in Mayfield or wherever,

we go there and get it over with.

When will we be back home?

Once we're done with the job, Eli.

(setting glass down) (sighing)

I get the idea they're farther and farther ahead of us.

How long were we in that forest?

Well, your spells and illnesses didn't save us any time,

that's for sure. - What does that mean?

This is my fault?

Yeah, a little. Isn't it?

You want to talk about your constant drunkenness?

Huh? That cost us any time?

Days when you can't even sit up in the saddle straight?

The other morning when you puked on yourself?

My spells!

My ass!

What we need to do is put an end to all this barbarity.

Put an end to all this violence, find a solution for it.

By inventing a new society. A society...

where the relationships among men is governed by respect

and the absence of profit.

Thus a society without greed. Do you agree?

What does this have to do with your formula?

You're looking for gold too, like everyone else.

Ah, but, but, but...

for me, the gold is just a stepping-stone.

John, I'm serious. To found a new society.

One... one that will consecrate itself not to profit or gold,

but its... its spiritual development,

its own subsistence, nothing more, the education of its children...

And where do you intend to create this society?

Dallas.

Northern Texas.

There are already many people waiting there.

More are on the way from Europe.

Well, I can see I've lost you. (chuckling)

John?

John.

One evening, you told me about your father,

that you left him because there was no place for you.

As for me, all I can say is that I...

I left my family out of hatred

and that my father was the person I despised most in this world.

I... despised everything about him.

And I sincerely thought I had been freed of all that until tonight, listening to you.

What do I realize?

That most of the things that I thought I'd been doing these past years, freely...

the opinions that I thought I had of my own volition...

...were in fact dictated by my hatred towards that man.

I'm 35 years old and my...

life is like an empty cylinder.

(sighing)

(horses clopping in the distance)

My dear solicitor, my dear friend,

after much thought,

I've changed my mind about the measures concerning my finances

related to you in my last letter.

I accept my father's inheritance

and ask you to wire $3,000 to the Project Bank in San Francisco.

(neighing)

Finally, I will not be in Washington until next year.

I send you my friendship and I shake your hand.

Yours, John Morris"

(wind gusting)

It's us. W&M, Warm and Morris.

Our company's insignia. What do you think?

(neighing) - I like it.

(man): Hey, c'mon over here! Go!

I'm glad to hear that.

I like it.

(laughter)

(background chatter)

You think this man came here because it was called Mayfield,

or they started calling that once he got here?

Maybe it all belongs to him.

They sure like that name.

(whinnying)

(chatter and laughter)

Hello. We're looking for a man named Warm.

Short, dark-skinned.

We think he passed through here a few days ago.

I can't help you, mister.

No? What about a tall man, brown hair, around 40?

I don't know, mister. I don't get mixed up in it.

(Charlie, mockingly): Oh, you don't get mixed up in it, do ya?

Give us some whiskey.

- Normal, or Mayfield's? - Normal. Bottle, two glasses.

You're looking for someone?

Because usually, I'm the one people ask for news in this town.

(laughing) - Who are you?

Mayfield.

Ah, the great man himself.

My brother and I are looking for someone named Hermann Warm.

Short, dark-skinned. Probably passed through, what, five, six days ago?

Warm? No, I don't recall.

- Mm. - This man a friend of yours?

Pfft. He ran out on a debt to our employer, the Commodore,

in Oregon City.

We're the Sisters brothers.

Good to meet you, men. You planning on staying long?

Mm... well, that depends.

- We'll be leaving first thing. - That depends.

(background chatter) (laughter)

Why do you keep telling everyone your life story?

The Commodore, the Sisters brothers...

Did you not see how honoured that woman was to put us up?

Besides, I like to know if our reputation has preceded us.

Unlike you, brother, I'm proud of what I do.

- Pfft... - Pfft... What does that mean?

It means things will be as usual:

you'll get drunk as a fish tonight and be sick as a dog tomorrow.

You're forgetting something. I'm gonna fuck like a rabbit.

- Another day up our ass. - Don't pay attention to him. He's crabby and he's old.

(piano playing) (laughter) (indistinct chatter)

(background chatter) (laughter)

- He can pour his own liquor. - Hey.

- Pardon me? - He can pour his own liquor!

- Hey! - Sure thing.

Hey, look who's awake!

Hey, look at that!

Big night for the big boy? Where are you going?

Hey, d'you notice how many raccoons there are in this town? Like, dead raccoons?

It's a shitty town... (softly): How much just to talk?

We can act like...

you're giving me this shawl and... you consider it a valuable object.

Understand?

With a kind word.

- Here. - No.

With a kind... (sighing)

- What? I don't know what... - Simple words.

"I thought it might get cold."

I thou - I'm leaving and you're giving me this.

I...

- "I thought it might get cold." - I thought it might get cold.

No, you have to... (sighing)

"This shawl..." Take it. This shawl..."

This shawl...

(sighing)

"...is a little piece of me that's travelling with you."

- This shawl is a little piece of me... - You have to... with your eyes.

You have to look at it.

Like it means something.

This shawl is like...

a little part of me is travelling with you.

I put a drop of my perfume on it.

(softly): Good.

Can I steal a kiss from you?

- Yes. - No. You say that.

Can I steal a kiss from you?

Yes.

Yes.

(sighing)

(Her breath trembles.)

You're not well?

Did I hurt you? - No.

No, not at all. I, um...

You're just very kind...

...and gentle, and I'm not used to it.

Please let me go. (piano music in the distance)

Let me go. - Well... I'll pay.

I need to go. Please?

(raucous piano music) (whooping and laughter)

Be careful.

About what?

Mayfield.

(revelry)

(rhythmic stomping)

(whistling and shouting)

(music and whooping continue) (no audible dialogue)

(revelry)

(moaning and panting)

Charlie. (laughter)

(muffled shouting) Charlie?

Charlie? Charlie? (woman crying out)

There you are.

You have to go. - Okay, okay.

Charlie...

Charlie, wake up.

- Huh? - Charlie.

You have to wake up.

(grunting) They're coming.

You get up! You get up! - I don't want to.

You get up!

Mom says get up. Get up! - Okay!

Put your boots on.

Come on.

Hey, Charlie, Charlie. Can you shoot?

Can you shoot? - I'm not at my best.

Don't you puke on me.

Getting ready to leave Mayfield?

Alright. (whinnying)

Let's just calm down.

We have money.

Just tell us what Mayfield is paying you.

I don't think you're gonna live long enough to find that out.

Boys... (Charlie, slurred): It's funny,

there are so many few words to describe things here in Mayfield.

Charlie?

- Mayfield's whiskey and Mayfield's hotel... - Charlie, please.

- Mayfield's fucking Mayfield... - Charlie...

Mayfield bullshit.

- Please let me handle this. - Mayfield's raccoons...

- Look... - Mayfield's horses...

My brother is drunk.

Why don't you just tell us how much you want?

No... Eli...

it's not about money...

It's about reputation.

Being the guys that killed the Sisters brothers.

(softly): You shut up now.

Prestige.

(retching and coughing)

(Charlie spitting)

(whinnying)

Ah!

Oh!

(man panting)

Oh, my God.

Warm said he needed an investor for some prospecting scheme.

I couldn't make heads or tails of his story.

I thought he was a clown.

When I saw Morris...

I reckoned if the Commodore was interested...

it might be worthwhile.

Did Morris leave a letter for us?

No. He was just travelling with Warm.

- Really? - Mm-hmm.

And why d'you want to kill us?

(music box playing)

(whimpering)

I'll repeat, and then I'll strike.

When I realized Warm had something of value,

I sent some guys after them to bring him back.

- So now there's more men on Warm's tail. - Yeah.

Well, alright, Mayfield,

you're not gonna like what comes next,

but it's the price to pay for messing with our business. (tapping)

Open your safe.

No.

Never.

(paper rustling)

(clinking) - Oh, shit!

(murmurings)

I think you should say something to 'em.

(murmurs dying down)

Uh...

After... a series of... dramatic events...

...that... she had only herself to blame for...

um...

Mayfield is dead.

(murmurings)

No, no, no, not like that!

You don't have anything more positive to say?

My brother and I have some good news for you people.

You can change the name of your fucking town!

(smacking lips together) Yah!

(overlapping excited exclamations)

(jingling) (soft, dark music)

Anyway... we know one thing now.

We know Morris has joined the enemy.

I never liked that gentleman,

but I must say this is the icing on the cake.

Still something I don't understand.

What does this Warm have that's so interesting?

The Commodore sends men after him,

Mayfield sends men after him,

and now Morris falls in with him. What does he have?

He has a formula.

It's a chemical product.

Supposedly, you pour it in the river,

it lights up all the gold,

and you just bend down to pick it up.

You don't believe that stuff, Charlie. Come on.

We've seen our fair share of hucksters with miracle products.

Yeah, but the Commodore believed in this one.

Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me about this before?

I had orders not to.

Anything else you're hiding from me?

Well...

Commodore's orders are clear-cut:

before we kill Warm,

we're to extract from him,

by whatever violent means necessary,

the recipe for his formula.

- In other words, torture him? - Ah, more or less.

Huh.

(chuckling)

Yah!

(rhythmic, thrilling music)

How far ahead do you think Mayfield's guys got?

Well, if they're as stupid as the last guys we killed, I'd say we're about even.

I like it here!

There's a fortuitous energy.

What the hell is a "fortuitous energy"?

You feel it, dummy! (laughing)

You know what, brother?

I don't think you and I have ever gone so far.

You mean between us... in our conversation?

What are you talking about? I meant in a straight line.

You and I have never gone so far in a straight line.

(thrilling music)

(epic music)

(background chatter)

Goddamn, this place is Babylon!

(amazed laughter)

You know, when we find Warm, it won't be worth looking for a quiet spot.

There isn't one in this whole place!

More importantly, nobody will care.

We can kill anyone we want here!

Fuck! Everyone's mind is focused on something else!

What is in there?

Hmm. Hotel?

Let's stay there.

Looks kind of expensive, no?

Exactly!

That is the water closet in there.

And that is the bathroom, with hot water.

And here is your room.

(chuckling)

(water running)

(toilet flushing)

Charlie, Charlie! Come and see this!

Come here, look at this!

A bit of comfort in uncertain times.

You know, I was thinking...

We could just go back to Oregon City and say we couldn't find 'em.

And tell what to the Commodore?

The truth:

Morris ran off with Warm, destination unknown.

We can't be expected to find them without a single clue to guide us.

And...

(whispering):...we don't even know if Mayfield's men already found them.

Okay.

What are you getting at, brother?

Between what we made in Mayfield,

what we have at home and the rest,

we have enough to ditch the Commodore for good.

Why would we do that?

(sighing)

You've never thought about stopping?

- And do what? - I dunno!

We could open a store together.

What store?! (Eli sighing)

Look...

we've had a good long run,

we're still alive,

we have a bit of our youth left. It's a chance to get out.

A store? A way out? What is this fucking nonsense?!

Well...

...we've established that you want to quit, so quit.

Meaning what?

If I stop, you'll continue?

Of course, I'd continue.

I just need a new partner.

Rex has asked for work in the past.

Rex?

Rex is a talking dog.

He's obedient like a dog.

I could ask Sanchez. (Eli scoffing)

(chuckling): Sanchez...

You would really trust Sanchez

and that idiot Rex to protect you?

Because you protect me.

Is that what you have to tell yourself to stay "nice guy", Eli?

But we are the Sisters brothers.

The Sisters brothers! You and me!

Well, you made your decision, and it's fine by me.

It'll be welcome news to the Commodore also.

(Charlie sighing)

Alright, so...

...we finish this last job and then, part ways.

Why do you have to say it like that?

"We'll part ways"?

How would you like me to say it?

If I stay with the Commodore and you open your store...

You're saying we won't see each other anymore?

Of course we'll see each other,

any time I come to town, if I need a shirt or some underthings.

Why do you have to speak to me so rudely?

To choose those words

that keep the level of conversation so low?

Is it 'cause you're drunk?

(clattering)

(patrons gasping)

(silence)

(door slamming)

(murmurings)

(distant chatter and laughter)

(sighing)

(soft, suspenseful music)

(barking)

(door closing)

(vendor shouting)

(background chatter)

(ice vendor): You alright? (grunting): Yeah, I got it.

(man): Get it yourself! (indistinct chatter)

Hey, brother! What are you doing here?

Hey, I got some great fucking news.

I know where they are.

What do you say to that?

Did you hear me? - Yes.

And you don't even care? What is wrong with you?

Remember what happened last night?

- Yes. And? - You remember that you hit me?

I hit you?!

I hit you? - Stop pretending,

and spare me the "I don't remember" routine.

You hit me in public, Charlie,

so as sure as you're looking at me right now, I'm leaving.

No. Wait. Wait, wait, wait. (chicken clucking)

Alright, wh-what do you want?

This is about slapping each other in public.

So I slap you, you slap me back, we're even?

So go ahead, hit me. Hit me.

(whinnying)

Jesus fucking Christ!

What is your goddamn problem?!

I slapped you and you whack me in the head with a fucking shovel!

See? You do remember.

I think I lost my hearing.

This morning, I woke up in a whorehouse,

and I figured I might as well stop by the claims office.

So I went down,

and I asked if there was a certain Hermann Kermit Warm who'd recently staked a claim.

Nothin'.

I was about to give up when - boom! - it hit me.

I asked if there was anything in the name of John Morris.

And there it is: American River, Folsom Lake. Bingo.

Now we know where they're heading.

(thrilling, rhythmic music)

I'd like to see how they go about it.

Oh, another idea for a career change?

First selling shirts, now prospecting?

I'm gonna go on ahead. You do as you please.

(neighing)

Come on, Tub. Tub.

(horse breathing heavily)

Hey, c'mere. (flies buzzing)

Hey! Folsom Lake?!

Fol-som Lake! - That-a way!

- How far?! - About a day!

We'll get 'em tomorrow.

Come on, Tub.

(men in ravine singing)

(Tub snorting) Come on, Tub.

Eat some grass. (snorting)

(whispering): Oh, Tub.

I'm sorry, my friend.

(Tub breathing heavily)

(Eli sighing)

(crickets chirring) (fire crackling)

(inhaling deeply)

(soft moaning, heavy breathing)

(Warm whispering): You think it's them?

(Morris): Yes. They got here faster than I thought.

(trembling breathing) (moaning)

(grunting) (Charlie): Huh? What?

(Warm, muffled): And what now? (Morris): We kill them.

- No, not that. - Not what?

This is no way to kill people.

We have to kill them. We kill them, bury them, no one finds them.

By the time it dawns on the Commodore, we'll be gone.

We don't work for the Commodore anymore.

(Warm): Then, what are you doing here?

We... we don't work for the Commodore anymore.

And it just came out?

Yeah.

You said, "We don't work for the Commodore anymore"?

Yeah.

You're a genius, Eli. A goddamn genius.

How did that even pop into your head, just out of the blue?

Hey, Morris!

Morris!

What you gonna do with us?!

Ask us to run and shoot us like rabbits?!

Dump us in the forest?! (chuckling)

What are we gonna do about them?

We leave them here.

They'll end up killing each other or getting eaten alive.

I couldn't care less.

We take the horses and the mules,

we extract what we can from the river one last time,

then we leave here without ever coming back.

Alright. Um... and leave all our gear behind?

We travel light, ride up to Sacramento,

buy more gear and ride up the river from there.

(man): Anyone there?!

I said anyone there?! Can you hear me?!

Yes.

What do you want?

We're working the river downstream!

We're running out of supplies.

You got any for sale?

We'll pay you San Francisco prices!

They don't look like prospectors.

- They're not prospectors. - I didn't hear your answer!

'Cause I didn't give one! Don't take a step closer.

We're going to have to fight.

Is your gun loaded?

- Yes, I think so. - Well, take it out, goddammit!

I told you not to move, I won't tell you again!

We have nothing to sell!

Go back to where you came from!

(man): Go to hell! (gunfire)

(Charlie): Hey, Morris! Hey!

Hey, don't leave us here! (gunfire)

Morris!

John, look out!

(grunting)

- Hermann! Hermann! - I'm alright. I'm alright.

(Eli): Let us help you!

Let us help you!

(Charlie): Give us the keys, you fucking idiots!

You don't stand a fucking chance! Come on!

John, we're badly outnumbered.

What are you waiting for?! You want us all to get killed?!

(man): Over there! (gunfire)

Daniel!

(gunfire) - Fuck!

You think it's Mayfield's raccoons?

Sure looks like 'em.

Hey, guys?!

Before things sour, we got some news for you!

Mayfield is dead!

- Fuck! - You'll never get paid!

Do you really think this is worth it? (chuckling)

As long as you can see us, you shoot at them like crazy.

We make it to the other side and you can't see us anymore, stop shooting.

Get it?

Yeah.

- Ready? - Yeah.

Go.

(whistling)

(whistling)

(squealing)

(gunshot) (man): Sonofabitch!!!

(gunshot)

(panting) (gunshot)

Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

- What are you talking about? - Give us this day our daily bread...

(whispering): Charlie? - Huh?

- Charlie! - Yeah.

(indistinct murmurings)

(Warm): If Morris agrees to it, here is what I suggest.

You two keep half of what you pull from the river,

with the remaining half going to the company.

The company being you and Morris?

Uh, yes. Well, no, no, not quite.

The company is our phalanstery project.

Phalan-what?

Phalanstery.

It's a community we're founding, in Texas.

An ideal living space, ruled by the laws of

true democracy and sharing. (Charlie laughing)

Whatever you say.

- Does something bother you? - Ah... that's your business.

Then we're agreed, half of what you extract?

Ahem. Fine with me.

I'm with him.

Excellent. John?

Don't ask my opinion, Hermann. You know I don't agree with what's going on here.

I'm still in, of course,

but I remain on my guard.

Why don't you look at me when you say that?

Look at me, you sonofabitch.

- Gentlemen! - I am looking at you, Charlie Sisters.

Do you want me to tell you what I see? - That's quite enough. Please.

Please?

- I'm going to sleep. - Your leg still hurt?

I'm alright. Good night, Hermann.

Good night.

He's gonna have to change.

He doesn't trust you, and you can't blame him.

He will change.

We'll all change.

We don't have any other choice.

It's the formula. It's very caustic in its purest form.

I thought diluting it would make it harmless. I was wrong.

Next time, we'll have to grease up our skins beforehand.

So you prospected already?

Two days ago.

Did it work?

Better than I had ever imagined.

(birdsong)

Hm.

Come on! Come on!

(distant laughter)

(Eli): I'm just saying, if you look at the back of a horse long enough,

you get caught. (laughter)

What are you doing?!

(laughter) - What?

We can't sleep!

Well, what's the point of me standing guard if you all don't go to sleep?!

Charlie... Charlie, come down here. It'll do you good.

- Come on. - Come on.

Come on, there's no point. We're not going to sleep.

Do you really believe in that old, two-bit, ideal-society nonsense?

What do you want me to say?

I don't know.

I'd say a guy with a little bit of smarts has to realize that

it sounds like solid-gold bullshit.

Why do you think I'm here?

Like us. For the gold.

Well, sure for the gold.

What will you do with it?

Spend it, obviously.

You really think you'll have time to?

With all the corpses you've left behind,

the Commodore, your famous drunkenness?

- Pfft. - Your pockets are full, to boot,

something tells me you won't be living to a ripe old age.

And would your ideal society make a difference?

Well, I can't say for you.

But for me, yes.

Or... it's a scam.

A trap for suckers.

Is that it? (laughing)

Let me tell you something, John Morris.

You're one goddamn arrogant asshole.

Let me tell you something, Charlie Sisters.

I don't care what you think!

That is to say, if you think.

(horse blowing)

Shit.

Tub!

Tub!!

Tub!!

(flies buzzing)

(sighing)

(birdsong)

Eli.

What are you doing down here? - Nothing much.

I'm headed up to the dam, go and see if the water's settled.

You see that?

Yeah. I get the impression Charlie's changing.

Hmm. (indistinct chatter in the distance)

Oh, you mean he's not gonna try and kill us anymore?

It's a little strange, me talking to you about this, isn't it?

It's better, facing up to things.

You know, I once asked John Morris...

how he ended up working for the Commodore,

and he said something along the lines of:

he wanted to break free from his family,

wanted to seek a sense of adventure.

And I thought: Those reasons are honest enough.

How about you? How did you end up here?

Uh...

- Has my question upset you? - No.

No, it's just a long story.

Charlie was always violent.

And when he got in a fight, it usually ended badly.

And when you kill a man,

you end up with his father or his brother or his friends on your tail,

and you have to start all over again.

One thing leads to another.

And I had to help him.

He's my brother.

- You alright? - Oh!

Here. Sit down.

(exhaling)

I... I dunno. (chuckling)

It's, uh... probably the heat.

Sit here for a moment, it'll pass.

I'm sorry...

I lost my horse.

He died, I mean.

Tub's dead.

He was a middling horse, but...

...just didn't expect it to affect me like this.

(softly): When we were kids...

...Charlie killed our father.

And I'm the older one.

It should've been me.

(Charlie speaking indistinctly in the background)

Do you regret that?

Yes.

'Cause after that, Charlie was never the same.

It was a very pleasant day, wasn't it?

Hmm.

You get on well with Warm?

And you with Morris?

(whinnying)

What'd you talk about?

Uh... (sighing)

About us.

About the Commodore.

About Pa.

Easy man to talk to.

You know...

...I've been thinking about something.

What do you think the Commodore's gonna do

when he realizes we're not coming back?

He'll send men after us.

We'll have to get rid of 'em.

And the ones after that,

and all the ones he sends on our trail.

To think you wanted to stop.

We got a season of blood ahead of us.

And sooner or later,

to put an end to it...

we'll have to kill the Commodore.

And after that?

You gonna take his place?

Charlie?

Are you gonna take the Commodore's place?

How long you been thinking about it?

(coughing)

(coughing)

(groaning and coughing)

(rhythmic music)

Once you've emptied the solution...

...Morris and I will agitate the water

to increase the field of illumination.

Now, once the formula starts to activate,

grab your buckets and get to work.

Not a moment to lose. Ready, John?

- Ready. - Ready.

(coughing)

And... stop.

What's going on, Warm?

Just wait.

There. There!

Look! (laughter)

Yes! (laughter)

(laughter)

(soft music)

(Eli laughing)

Gentlemen, remember. If you start to feel the burn,

take a moment and wash off.

Ah. Ah.

Ah!!

(exclamations of pain)

Ah! Ah!!

Careful, careful!

(grunting)

- Charlie, come wash off! - Ah!

- Come on! - Wait. Ah.

Here.

(softly): It's going away.

It's going away.

What was that? (exclamations)

- It's going away! - It's going away.

Hey! (Charlie moaning in pain)

(indistinct chatter)

(panting)

(Eli): What are you doing?

Charlie, what are you doing?! - We have to throw it all in!

No, Charlie!

- Eli, stop him! - No, Charlie, don't! - Charlie, put that down!

(shouting) - John!

- Charlie, you damn fool! - John!

(Charlie screaming) - Hermann, no! - John!

(screaming) - Charlie!

John! John! John. Close your eyes!

(Charlie screaming) - C'mere! C'mon, we gonna wash it off!

(Charlie screaming)

(John screaming)

(John yelling indistinct)

(birdsong)

(raspy breathing)

(groaning)

(indistinct muttering)

(raspy breathing)

(John, in a raspy voice): Help me.

(John muttering)

Help me.

(sighing)

Hermann?

- Huh? - Can I do something for you?

Morris.

Is that you, Morris?

Yes, it's me.

(whispering): Oh, John. Where did you disappear to?

I was out getting some firewood.

Huh. Oh. Oh.

(laboured breathing)

(sniffling)

(groaning)

John...

...I feel I have known you a long time.

I'm sorry you died before me.

(raspy breathing)

I wanted to help you.

I wanted to be your friend.

(laboured breathing)

You are my friend, Hermann.

(laboured breathing)

(softly): Thank you.

(gunshot)

(Eli sighing)

(flies buzzing)

(thunder rolling softly)

(sighing)

(Eli, reading): "I must confess that the very happiest moments of my life

have been spent in the wilderness of the far west.

With a plentiful supply of dry pine logs on the fire,

(Charlie sniffling) I would not...

I would sit cross-legged, enjoying the genial warmth...

and watch the blue smoke as it curled upwards.

Scarcely did I ever wish...

to change such hours of freedom

for all the luxuries of civilized life."

(wind blowing)

(groaning)

(sawing)

(retching)

Tighter. (Charlie sobbing)

(retching)

(panting)

(Eli breathing heavily)

(flies buzzing)

(gentle snoring) (door opening)

(man): What are you... What are you doing here?

(child speaking indistinctly)

(man): Did you tell them they were here?

(footsteps approaching)

Sir, there are men out there asking about you.

What... what men?

In the street. Three of 'em.

(flies buzzing)

(sighing)

Rex. Shit!

(Rex): Eli! - Yes!

Here Charlie's out of the game.

- What do you want?! - Me? Nothin'. The Commodore sent me.

(whispering): Is there a back door? - Yeah.

Alright, go. Go, go, go, go.

Charlie, Charlie, get up! We gotta go. Come on. - No!

Yeah, come on!

(Rex): How about you come on out so we can talk about it? - No.

Alright.

(sighing) (Rex): Hey, do you hear me?!

Yeah, I'm comin'!

Get outta here.

(panting)

Shit.

(Rex): Do I have to come in and get you?

I'm comin' out!

First you toss your guns and come out with your hands up. Good.

(percussive, dramatic music)

(gunfire)

(startled exclamation) (glass shattering)

(rapid gunfire)

Ah! Oh!

Agh!

(man groaning) (Eli panting)

(grunting)

- Alright, let's get outta here. - Fuckin' bastards!

Are there others behind you?

(laughing)

(horse snorting)

(Charlie): Stop it. Stop. Just give me the...

Come on. Let's go.

(neighing and snorting)

(smacking lips)

(gunfire)

Come on, Charlie.

Go hide the horses.

Go on, go hide the horses!

(horse squealing) - Shhh.

(gunfire) Shhh.

Shhh! Come on. Shhh.

C'mon, c'mon. C'mon.

Shhh.

Shhh... (gunfire)

(gunfire)

(sighing)

(whimpering)

(crying out) (sobbing)

(softly): Hold still, Charlie.

(moaning loudly)

You want some of this?

Rex and Sanchez...

and those other guys we didn't even know...

You really think it's a good idea to go back up north?

Well, you know very well why we're going north.

You know what we still have left to do.

I lost the hand I work with.

You'll be on your own on this.

Are you ashamed of me?

Do you mean what you're sayin'?

(inhaling deeply): Things have changed so much.

In a week, we'll be in Oregon City and I'll kill the Commodore.

(Charlie sighing loudly)

(soft wheezing)

(sobbing)

(insects chirping)

(ominous music)

Hey... have you noticed how long it's been since anyone tried to kill us?

I dunno... three or four days?

Don't you find that strange?

Come on.

(birdsong)

(ominous music continues)

You walk in the front door, take the staircase on the right, go up, make a left,

his office is the second door on the left.

How many guys are up there with him usually?

Usually there's a guy sitting right outside the office.

And one... in the room farther down.

Here.

(Eli sighing): Let's do this.

(suspenseful music)

(music becomes progressively louder)

(man clucking) - Good boy.

(background chatter) (whistling)

(music slowly fading)

Your remembrances.

(door thudding)

(Charlie): Fuck.

You must be disappointed.

Yeah.

Kinda.

Sir? I think no one else may be coming.

(Charlie chuckling) May we close the casket?

Sure.

Hold on.

Sir, please!

Just making sure.

(soft music)

(Charlie): Think she's changed a lot? (indistinct chatter)

Check this out.

(gunshot)

Hey, if you come any closer, I'll shoot you!!

It's us, Ma!

It's your sons! It's Charlie and Eli!

(softly): My sons...

Oh, my god. Well, why... why did you come...?

Why did you come back?!

(Eli): To see you, Ma!

If you came here to hide

or to run away from something, you just turn around!

I don't wanna see ya!

(Eli): No, we're just tired Ma. We just want to come home.

We just came here to see you! I swear!

(both): Please?

You smell bad.

I see you're missing something.

Talk about that later.

(soft music)

Coffee?

Thank you.

(water pouring)

- You know, uh... - huh - I wasn't expecting you.

I guess you know that.

Y-you know that.

Oh, it's hot. Hot.

Too hot?

There you go.

I thought you liked it hottest.

I tell you, That's what I remember.

(indistinct conversation from other room)

(soft music continues)

(conversation continues in other room)

(sighing)