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No, Weston!

No, please... no!

Goddamn you, Weston!

Goddamn...!

Weston!

Put the gun down!

Right now, Mr Jeffries!

Give it up!

Whoa.

I'm sorry, Sheriff.

I've been meanin' to come out here, pay you a visit.

I heard that Vivienne was faltering, but I...

I didn't know she was so far gone.

My condolences to you.

And your boy.

We've come to inform you

that a great misfortune has befallen our community.

Ed Wilkins went on a bender...

and ended up killing six men.

Carl Ferguson, Ed Watson,

Claudio, the piano player...

a fellow from Missouri...

and then he shot Kendall.

Your deputy appears to have done his best to apprehend him, but...

he, too, was laid low.

Alfred Jeffries and his men found Wilkins sleeping under a cottonwood,

a few miles out of town.

Dead drunk.

We have him locked up for you.

Initially, he claimed not to remember any of it.

We'll have him in front of Judge Blagden in short order.

We're hoping for an expeditious trial...

and conviction.

Who saw it?

Saw it?

Witnesses.

Some of Jeffries' men.

As well as Tom Blanchard over there.

They were at the livery stable when they heard gunshots.

When they stepped outside, they saw Wilkins riding hard out of town.

Anyone else see it?

I don't believe so.

Would you like the Reverend to come out, say a few words over her?

Good boy.

Let every person be subject

to the governing authorities.

For there is no authority, except from God.

And those who pass judgement on this earth

- have been instituted by the Almighty. - Amen.

Bring 'em in.

- This ain't a fair trial! - Everybody knows he's innocent!

He's innocent!

I said, order!

There will be order in my court, do you hear me?

Has the jury reached a verdict?

- Jeffries' son done it! - Tell 'em, Martha!

Aw, hell.

Some people seen him ride into town.

That is an outrageous accusation!

There is no foundation for such a bare-faced slur.

Everyone knows my son left for California months ago.

Mr Jeffries, please, try and ignore that woman

- and just sit down, now. - Goddamn.

- Liar. - Your honour,

I will not tolerate such libel!

If Mrs Gilkyson says one more word on this subject,

I will pursue legal remedy!

And if any man here so much as evinces a readiness to utter such calumny,

I will whip his ass, personally, right here, right now!

Well, might don't make right, Mr Jeffries.

He's warnin' ya!

You... You can't do that!

You'd best sit down there, Fergus.

All right.

Horseshit.

- Have you reached a verdict, sir? - Yes, Your Honour.

Let's have it, then.

Bring it over here.

Let's hear it.

- "We the j jury..." Nt

Not out loud, you idiot.

"We the jury find the defendant..."

Do not be deceived.

God is not mocked.

For whatever one sows, that will he also reap.

The cowardly,

the unbelieving,

the vile...

the murderers,

idolaters and all the liars,

they will be consigned

to the fiery lake of burning sulphur.

That shall be the second death.

Ed Wilkins...

you are hereby unanimously declared guilty

of the cold-blooded murders of six men

in the town of Elk Flats.

I'm... I'm sorry, but...

- I-I-I... - ..I have to sentence you

- to be hung from the neck until dead... - Wait, I...

I didn't... You...

tomorrow at high noon.

I... I didn't...

I didn't...

Court is dismissed.

We're done here, Mr Mayor.

- Thank you, Judge. - No, no...

Ladies and gentlemen,

if you'd please be so kind as to make your way outside.

You... It was... It was...

- Please, get this man out of here now. - No! No, please.

- C'mon, Ed. - It was...

- C'mon. - No! No, no!

No!

You're a good boy, Ed.

- You're a good boy. - C'mon, Ed.

What...? What? What?

"Whoever sheds human blood,"

"by humans shall their blood be shed."

"For in the image of God"

"has God made mankind."

"Through justice..."

"let His will be done."

Amen.

Do you have any last words, Son?

1... 1...

W-was...

It w.__.

It wa-wa-wasn't...

It wasn't me...

Goddamn shit show.

- Cut him down! - Help him!

- Get back. - Someone, help him!

Help the man!

- Cut him down! - Cut him down!

- Cut him down. - Cut him down.

"I'll be damned if I'll touch that rancid whale blubber!"

I shouted at the rascal.

"I'm not swayed in the slightest"

"by the reverence you afford that putrid offal."

Well, the dusky devil roared like a gut-shot banshee,

brandishing his barbed harpoon, meaning to impale me

upon the ice-paved wall of his fetid abode.

I proceeded to pistol-whip

the greasy-whiskered, seal-faced barbarian...

I My worth and nobility should serve me

& And my beauty and most perfect courage...

Christ on a crutch, Vivienne. I'd absolutely had it by that point,

so I doubled-timed him through the frigid night,

all the way to the local constabulary,

where a splendid Cossack, sporting a voluminous set of mustachios,

clapped the scoundrel in iron.

- But despite all the... - Vivienne...

your dinner gets cold when you come home late.

Tomorrow, I head north.

You should stay with us, Vincent.

No.

I must cross the river and help them.

Why?

They need me, Vivienne.

Why provoke the English?

It's no longer your business.

It is the...

indescribable vastness of Alaska's untamed wilderness

that stirs the blood and imagination of any forward-looking man.

Once we have managed to remove

the marauding bands of godless wastrels

from the untrammelled paradise...

I'm ready.

It is our manifest destiny to tame that wild domain

and instruct the heathens in the ways of civilisation

inasmuch as they are able to appreciate our benevolence...

What's wrong, my dear?

Don't you want to sample the Mousse au Chocolat,

or the Millefeuille a la Vanille?

No-one prepares it like Chef Lalanne.

Vivienne.

Vivienne!

"There, she would fight adversaries"

"no less hard to tame than the English."

Mother, can I see her again?

"She replied straight away,"

"The Lord will deliver us victory. Take me to Orl�ans..."

- Was she my age? - No.

She was already 13 when Saint Michael appeared to her.

But I think she was a bit like you.

She also liked to play all alone.

Joan of Arc would have loved to look for fairies in the forest with you.

No girl before me has seen the Good Fairy of the forest.

I'm not sure Joan would even be able to see the fairies.

I guess Joan should be invited, so she can be put to the test.

- I'm the one who'll invite her. - Wait, Vivienne. It's a bit late.

You can invite her tomorrow.

Why doesn't Father return?

He has important things to do.

Father's work is very dangerous.

Why do men fight?

It's complicated to explain, Vivienne.

They have their reasons.

- Do women also fight? - Not in the same way.

- Joan fought. - Yes...

but she was different.

- She was... - A saint!

Exactly.

I want to fight like Father and Joan!

Come on, boy.

Whoa.

Whoa.

Let's go.

And I'm confident that the consternation

that presently runs high in some quarters of our fair town

will subside...

- as the dust settles on this matter. - Sure.

However, I do feel it would be best

if Weston did not return to Elk Flats anytime soon.

Well, he was never here. How the hell's he gonna return?

Precisely.

Nevertheless...

Let's just cut the palaver, get back to business.

As you wish, Alfred.

So, to the matter of Kendall's Saloon.

After careful consideration of the related circumstances,

and seeing as Kendall did not hold an actual deed to the establishment...

- .| foresee no obstacles in your way. - Damn straight.

Most people already think of it as your property anyway.

The saloon will be yours as soon as...

this document is signed by all parties.

- Cigar? - No.

"All parties"?

You mean Kendall's fat-ass widow?

She better not make any trouble.

For a relatively modest fee, she will surely step aside.

She cannot afford the cost of a judicial contest with you,

- and has no business sense whatsoever. - Good.

Furthermore,

as my bank owns the buildings either side of the saloon,

and, as Mayor,

I have the authority to allow you to expand your gaming activities

and create sporting-lady areas in those adjacent spaces,

as you have long expressed an interest in doing.

In exchange for a percentage of your monthly profits,

I will gladly rent you my buildings at a discounted rate

and guarantee that you are allowed to conduct your affairs

without interference from the city council or the sheriff.

You're comin' on full chisel, ain't you, Rudy?

A more shameless scavenger never blighted this fair town.

Birds of a feather, Alfred,

Birds of a feather.

Would you excuse me a moment?

Holger, I didn't expect to see you so early this morning.

Hello, Vincent.

Please, have a seat.

Coffee?

Thank you, Mr Andrews. Have a pleasant day.

Are you leaving us?

Oh, no. Please don't fret about this month's rent.

I'll be glad to arrange for a reduced rate...

commensurate with the travails of your misfortune.

Adjusting to the actual days of tenancy.

Is he gonna be a problem, Mr Schiller?

I don't believe so, Alfred, no.

You better be right.

Shall we finalise our agreement?

Fresh tomatoes! Get your tins right over here, folks.

Right off the vine! Fresh, fresh tomatoes!

- May 1? - Uh, yeah. They're, uh, 25.

The price of your fish is, if I may say so, outrageous.

Vivienne!

Vivienne, for God's sake, what are you up to now?

I've been scouring the harbour for you.

I will be with you shortly.

Please, allow my man Johnson to purchase these goods for you,

if you must have them.

- Come, let's take some tea. - Leave me alone. I am busy.

This behaviour really must stop.

I will not have you speak to me like that.

Go away, then!

As you wish.

Don't come crying to me for forgiveness...

and a decent meal, when you've run out of your second-rate fish

and your belly starts to grumble.

I do not have the patience of Job,

and you are not the only pretty thing in town.

Nor the freshest.

Cretin!

Don't mind him. I'm sure your fish is all first-rate.

Thank you.

Is it good?

Olsen.

Just Olsen?

Just Olsen.

Vivienne.

Just Vivienne?

- Vivienne Le Coudy. - Mm.

Pleased to meet you.

You're French?

No.

You're not American.

Yes, I am.

You don't sound like it.

And neither do you.

So, where are you from, Vivienne Le Coudy?

It's a very long story.

I have plenty of time.

How fortunate for you.

This is Knight.

Pleased to meet you.

Careful.

What?

Breakfast in bed?

- You shouldn't spoil me. - I am not.

Get up.

So, this, uh, fellow you were arguing with in the fish market...

what would he say about me being here?

He does not own me...

and it is no concern of yours.

Sit down and eat.

Ja.

Thank you.

Nice... "omlet."

Omelette.

Ja, "omlet."

Omelette.

O-me-lette.

Ja. Egg!

So, where are you going now?

Going? Who says I'm going anywhere?

Very nice.

So...

you have family here?

All dead.

I'm sorry.

Do you like to look at paintings, Olsen?

Ja.

Good.

That's me.

This is where I come from.

Maples.

Maples and red oaks.

Birches, hickories.

Different rivers than here.

Different sky. Different everything.

You miss it?

No.

Vivienne.

I didn't expect you to attend.

This is my... friend, Olsen.

Lewis Cartwright.

Welcome to my home, Mr Olsen.

If you see anything you like, let me know.

The paintings are selling briskly.

- Do you have a Christian name? - No. Just Olsen.

Right, Olsen?

Please, enjoy the exhibition.

Have we seen enough?

Definitely.

Come.

You are a very bad girl.

- That's why you like me. - Ja.

Thank you.

Miss Vivienne.

Ah, Mr Szeto.

Thank you.

Please, can you bring more of these next Thursday? If you can.

Yes, Miss Vivienne, I will bring.

Thank you.

How much for a single rose?

Depends on the rose.

A yellow one.

Thought you weren't going anywhere.

I am now.

It's on the house.

That's very kind.

I think he likes you.

That duck...

it was moving very high and fast.

Where did you learn to shoot like that?

I killed my first rabbit when I was five years old.

By yourself?

With an arrow.

My father was with me, but he did not help.

I cleaned it and cooked it, also.

You are more handy every passing day.

"Handy"?

Mm... useful.

Capable.

Handy?

Quite.

It's not too late to turn back, you know.

This is it?

Yes.

The place you chose, of all the places you have seen?

Yes.

Why?

It's quiet.

Why did you go to San Francisco?

To see the end of the world.

It looks like a bandit's hideout.

And it smells of dead mouse in there.

In fact, there are dead mice.

So sad, no trees.

There are many trees.

Not here.

No flowers, no garden at all.

So sad. You live like a dog.

A happy dog.

What do you do here?

As little as possible.

Goddamn it.

Looks good!

Were you ever married?

About 12 years ago...

our country was invaded...

and I went away to fight, as many others did.

It was a long, terrible war...

but we won.

And when I finally returned home...

she was gone.

I cannot read this.

Course not.

It's in Danish.

But I can tell you... what it says.

I would love that.

Oh, my God, what is that?

You woke me up.

Ja.

You can't dream your life away.

Why not?

This is for the flowers.

What do you think?

You have to tell me where you want me to plant your trees.

Smells like shit.

It is shit.

Very good cow-shit.

No! Let me go.

Not in the shit, Olsen.

Only dogs do that!

Where did you get all these trees and flowers?

How did you pay for them?

I will build a barn for the man who gave them to me.

A big barn?

Not very big.

But it will be a good one.

How much will he pay you?

Enough.

He has a big ranch.

You are still a dog.

Maybe you can build a barn for us one day.

Ja.

A little one.

I could do that.

I could help you.

- Ah, it's crooked. - No, it isn't.

- See? - Shit.

But now I take care of the roses and the trees,

because you give them too much water and are too rough.

- That sounds sensible. - I am very sensible.

Not sensitive. Sensible.

Pardon me.

From Mr Jeffries.

My compliments on the striking company you're keepin' lately, Holger.

Ogre?

Holger.

Do you mind if I call you Olsen, Olsen?

That would be fine.

He's the son of the man I am building the barn for.

Can I have your attention,

- ladies and gentlemen? - Well, well.

I am Sergeant Webb of the 5th California Infantry Regiment,

here by order of Lieutenant Henry Stevens.

We need volunteers for the California Column.

You're not welcome here.

We're lookin' for men of honour and grit

who want to fight to save the Union.

We need infantrymen, we need cavalrymen.

We need horses and rifles. And men who know how to use them.

You're barkin' up the wrong tree, partner.

Shit!

You will receive an immediate bounty...

of $100 if you join up.

We head to New Mexico Territory at the end of the week.

We're camped on the edge of town...

in the event any of you wish to lend your service to our nation.

Fuck California.

Good evening to you all.

Get goin'.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Good afternoon, Mr Kendall.

- Good afternoon, Miss...? - Vivienne.

Um... Vivienne.

Uh... Oh, yes!

Mr Olsen's... lovely companion.

Holger built the cabinets and the shelves for us here.

- I know. He's a very good carpenter. - Indeed.

Very "handy."

Yes, he most certainly is. How might I be of service?

Oh. I seek employment.

Perhaps you need someone to help you serve the customers?

Or I can work behind the bar, keep it tidy?

That's most commendable.

However, we are not lacking, for assistance on our day-to-day...

What a capital idea!

That oughtta liven up this drab establishment considerably.

- I am willing to do anything you need. - Anything?

What?

You're hired, darlin'.

- Excuse me, I was talking to Mr Kendall. - Ah.

The job's yours, Miss Vivienne.

- So, you do need some extra help, then? - Well, don't we all?

Mr Jeffries has a stake in my... our establishment.

Therefore, naturally, he has the authority...

You bet your flabby ass I do.

- Welcome to Kendall's, Miss. - We can try you on weekends to start.

- Next Friday would be most propitious. - Done and done!

Well, congratulations are in order.

May I offer you a libation to mark the moment?

Uh, no, thank you. I have other matters to attend.

- Friday, what time? - "Other matters"?

Woe is me, spurned and forlorn!

Uh, 3pm, if that's suitable.

Um, give you time to learn the ropes 'fore the place fills up.

Thank you, Mr Kendall.

How is the barn of Mr Jeffries coming along?

Good. Almost done.

Couple of days of small details...

and to paint the outside.

I hired another man to help me.

Less money for you?

Ja, but, uh...

well, I want to get it done quickly.

Why?

Well, it's...

it's time.

When it's done, uh...

Mr Jeffries wants to have a small party to celebrate.

He would like us to come.

Is this a formal event, this party?

I don't know.

- I don't think so. - Mm.

I don't have nice clothes.

Yes, you do.

You look beautiful always, no matter what you wear.

You're blind.

He likes my barn so much...

that he asked me to make another one.

Much bigger one.

He needs two barns?

No. It's for a man who lives on the other side of the mountains.

He wants horse stables, too.

It's a lot of work.

What about our barn?

I also have a job now.

What do you mean?

I have a job in town, at Kendall's.

Why?

I mean, do you need it?

I have things I want to do as well.

You didn't tell me, I didn't tell you.

And...| like to work, and I like to earn my own money.

Ja, of course.

I'm not going to take the other job.

Because of my job?

Because I'm... thinking about enlisting.

Thinking about it?

I'm going to take the $100 bounty

and volunteer for the army.

They might pay even more because of my previous military experience.

Why?

Why? This is not your problem! This is not your country!

It is now.

It's... It's not just about money.

It's the right thing to do, fighting against slavery.

- Those who can, should. - Bullshit, Olsen!

It's not your concern!

I won't be gone long.

Men are so stupid.

So stupid!

What if I don't wait for you, huh?

I'm a good soldier.

- They need me. - You are too old to go to war!

Ja.

- Perhaps. - Ja!

But I must go.

I need to see for myself what it's all about.

- "What it's all about"? - Ja.

But you already know! Damn it!

Selfish bastard!

We have a life together now.

It is only beginning.

Vivienne...

be my wife.

Please.

You cannot make things right with a consolation prize!

No. You are everything.

- You are the sea to me. - Fuck the sea.

You cannot own the seal

Never will I marry. Not you, not anyone.

Some bread for the journey.

Thank you.

I will come back as soon as possible.

Good.

I will miss you.

I hope so.

Does it hurt?

No. The dead don't hurt.

Come on. Let's go cook it.

It's still warm.

Whoa.

Enough.

Are those wolves or coyotes?

That's a wolf, son.

- A fine Sunday for gardening, ain't it? - Uh-huh.

I know...

Holger bought some manure from us a while back.

Thought you might want a little more.

Thank you, Weston. What do I owe you?

Nothin' at all.

We have far more than we can use.

Happy to let you have as much as you need.

- Shall I help you spread it? - Oh, uh, that's very kind of you.

I will do it in the evening, when it's not so warm.

Might want to fence them rose bushes.

And those, too, else the deer'll nibble at 'em.

I can send someone to put one up for you.

I can do it myself.

Course you can.

Would you like some cold mint tea?

That sounds altogether inviting, Miss Vivienne.

Quit that braidin', Ed. Ain't no horses to break in here.

Goddamn.

Son of a bitch!

Son!

Shit.

C'mon.

I told you not to play that damn song, you greasy bastard.

Shut the hell up, Ed!

Son, leave the man be. He must have forgot.

Won't have that Yankee shit in this place.

The song is called "Our Generals". Could be anyone's generals.

- Well, they ain't! - How the hell do you know?

It ain't a Confederate song, that's for damn sure.

Aw, now, Kendall,

seein' as how my men and I are keepin' this shithole afloat for you...

I don't suppose you're gonna make a nuisance of yourself

'cause of this trifling matter. Are ya'?

No, Mr Jeffries.

This ought to, uh, cover the expense...

of tunin' up this inferior instrument.

Now, pick the man up, tell him to play somethin' decent.

Do it!

- D-D-Do it. - Shut your hole!

Come on. Come on.

Play somethin' nice, Claudio.

Play somethin' nice.

Here you go.

Oh, no, no.

Mighty pretty! You keep it up, boy.

Come on! Tired of cleaning up your messes, boy.

- Let go of me! - Sit your ass down!

Everybody play!

Play!

Show's over.

Surrounded by simpletons.

Good night.

Just wanted to be sure you got home safe, Ma'am.

As you can see, I did.

Just being neighbourly. No need to shoot me.

I am fine, Mr Jeffries.

Oh, you most certainly are.

No sense being all alone on a night like this.

No different than any other.

That is...

That is where you are wrong, my dear.

I a m not your �d ear�

For tonight...

is the night that you have gone from catching my fancy...

to stoking the flames of my ardour.

Now, come on!

Oh, yeah...

Bitch!

Promptness is a virtue.

I never thought that I'd need remind you...

but...

you may consider yourself reminded.

What happened?

As promised, I have returned.

There are moments in life that we never forget...

which brighten and brighten as time passes.

I knew you would find me again, noble knight.

Neither dark forest nor vast ocean,

neither burning desert, nor forbidding palisade

can keep us apart.

For thee, I would ride my steed to the ends of the world, fair Lady.

You are injured, sir!

It is of no importance.

- Hello, Billy. - Afternoon.

'Nother letter for you, Ma'am.

Came in on the stage at Fort Churchill last month.

Thank you.

Would you like something to eat? Coffee?

Thanks anyhow, Ma'am, but I got couple more to deliver.

- I'll be goin' now, if it's all the same. - Of course. Thank you, Billy.

& That is why I send to you where you dwell

J' This song that she might be my messenger... J

Come on.

J And I wish to know... &

Come on, come here.

Come here.

Come. Come on.

Oh, dear.

It's cold. It's cold.

There you go.

There you go.

There.

Now you aren't cold any more.

Yes. Maybe not so fast, hm? Let's try again.

It's okay. Let's try again.

Better.

Stop.

- | can do it. - Not now.

Come here.

Found her wanderin' the streets.

Shouldn't oughtta let your daughter traipse around town all by her lonesome.

Good evening, Father. I'll take him home now.

Thank you.

Mother said you should invite Vivienne to have dinner with us tomorrow.

You can ask her.

Come on, don't be shy.

Can I get some goddamn service?

I'll come get you soon.

Isabel, would you like some lemonade before you go?

- No. No, thank you, Miss Vivienne. - Ask her.

We want for you to come.

My mother asks if you will have the dinner again with us tomorrow night?

With pleasure, my dear.

And we can practice our French a little, right?

Yes.

But I couldn't... read... the book...

that you...

I'm only teasing.

There is no obligation. Read it when it pleases you.

We're going to have fun. Please, thank your mother.

- Goodbye, Vincent. - Goodbye, Mother.

Well, they make 'em sweeter every year, don't they?

Gonna have to learn her some English, though.

Heard just about as much of that Mexican cluckety-cluck as I can stand.

French.

Say what?

Deal me in.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

I'll take two.

J To my merit... I

J My worth and nobility should serve me

& And my beauty and most perfect courage...

"Give me men of war,"

and by divine grace and force of arms,

"I will lift the siege of Ori�ans."

"The armed people will fight alongside my God"

"and the Lord will deliver victory."

Is it him, Mother?

Yes. Yes, it is him.

Hello!

Did you get my letters?

I received seven letters.

The last one got wet, I could not read it.

Did you receive mine?

Ja.

Well, I... I got one last year in New Mexico.

I was never in one place long enough to have more.

You wrote that you only work a little now in the saloon.

Of course.

And you sold the packhorse. Ja?

But you didn't tell me about him.

I wanted to tell you in person.

How was your war?

What?

How was your war?

Too long.

Not what I expected.

How was yours?

No.

I don't need it.

Whose son is he?

Mine.

Weston Jeffries.

Against my will.

No! He's gone.

T-Two months ago.

He killed one of his father's Mexican cowboys

and his 12-year-old son.

Mr Jeffries made him leave town

before the US Marshall could get here.

So, his father knows?

Maybe. Maybe not.

People talk a lot.

Some seem to think he's Claudio's son.

Claudio?

The piano player at Kendall's.

He's my friend. His family has helped me a lot.

So, he... he could be Claudio's son?

No. Claudio is a good man.

Why "Vincent"?

- Why? - The name.

My father.

Hyah!

I went swimming.

Long swim.

How was the water?

Good.

Cold.

There's coffee.

Thank you.

- Isn't Father's horse beautiful? - Yes, it's beautiful.

Most people respect you because of your military service,

'cause you seem like an honest man.

There's not much to do here, not in terms of enforcing the law.

Not yet.

But the new mining activity in this area will allow Elk Flats to grow.

We are a peaceful community, want to keep it that way.

Prosperous and respectable.

You'll be paid every other Friday.

Your request for young Mr Crossley to be Deputy Sheriff has been approved.

I can shoot a rattler's eyes out at 50 feet, ridin' flat out.

Well, Mr Crossley, I don't think there'll be any call for that.

He's... just joking.

Right, Billy?

His pay will come out of what you earn, Holger.

Yes, sir.

Well, gentlemen, I have work to tend to.

I'll let you get settled into your new office.

In addition to the desk and the chairs, we have provided you with two rifles,

three pair of shackles,

and the keys to the front door and the prisoner's cell.

I'd appreciate if you'd sign for those items

and return this document to me forthwith.

Good day, gentlemen.

- Thank you. - Thanks, Mr Mayor.

- Put this on. - Thanks, Holger.

Do you wanna help me?

Come on.

I've been working alone for a very long time.

I could use a good helper.

- You have the hammer? - Yes.

Come on, up you go.

- Good evening, Alan. - And a fine one it is.

- A bit slow, perhaps. - Drink?

Well, I am officially off-duty now.

- No miners in tonight? - Nope.

I expect they will blaze a trail here Friday, being pay-day.

Cheers.

I hear that vein of silver north of Ferris Canyon looks promising.

Mayor Schiller and Mr Jeffries,

they got all those new claims up on that west ridge sewed up tight.

They got an outfit comin' here from back east.

It's big money.

- Oh, yeah? - Mm-hm.

Well, that might send some business your way.

We are the nearest town with a general store,

and I am the owner of the only saloon in these parts.

Indeed. Here's to progress.

Good evening.

Set me up.

- Goodnight, Billy. - Goodnight, Sheriff.

It makes no sense for you to be here now, Weston.

I said we'd send for you, at the appropriate time.

I got a right.

We agreed you'd stay out of town till you heard from us.

Well...

I want my share.

- Certainly count on that. - All right, Rudy. Now, don't fret.

He'll stay hid till we make our move.

And, son...

when I say we're good and ready,

then you'll take Kendall out of the way,

and this whole place will be ours to do with as we please.

You need to stay here until then, though.

People haven't forgotten about those Mexicans you shot last year.

- I told you, they drew on me! - That's not the word around town, Weston.

Well, fuck them, and this shithole!

You're dead meat!

We need this shithole, boy.

This town's our honey pot.

You think you can treat me like all them no-account losers 'round here?!

I ain't some lick-finger you can push around!

It is a huckleberry above my persimmon...

to cipher how you turned out so ornery.

I will anoint your ass right here and now.

You are crazier than a shithouse rat.

Come on, son, let's go wet our whistles in the house.

You, too, Mr Mayor. Got a good bottle of Irish

I've been savin' for my crazy son's homecoming!

Oh, fuck!

Wait here. Hyah!

Come on.

Hyah!

Vincent!

Ah, shit.

Vincent!

It's mine!

That's a big one!

Whoo!

Whoo!

Here.

Take them to your father.

Well, now...

Thank you, buddy.

It's for me?

Have a seat.

- Where shall we put these ones? - Inside.

But can I put them here for a moment, so I can enjoy them?

It's so nice you help your ma.

Vivienne!

What is it?

What's wrong?

What's wrong with me?

Go ahead.

It's okay.

Her internal bleeding seems to be recent.

I'm not sure of the cause. Perhaps an ulcer.

But I've staunched it for now.

There is something else.

She appears to have syphilis.

Some call it the French Pox.

Or venereal disease.

Ja.

- I know what it is. - Good.

Then I must... ask you to tell me truthfully...

if you have detected any symptoms of your own.

Like what?

No, I don't think so.

A coppery rash... on the torso, or...

- on your private parts. - No.

Especially those.

N-No, I...

I never had such a thing.

Vivienne...

has such sores.

My surmise is that...

she is at an advanced stage... of the ailment.

You yourself are at risk.

If you have not been infected, you likely will be.

She may also have passed the disease onto the child.

Vincent will... will also be sick?

Not necessarily. Time will tell.

Tomorrow...

.I'll give you a bottle of mercuric chloride.

It has been known to arrest the disease for a time,

but it won't halt its progress indefinitely.

And when she wakes up...

try and get her to drink some more soup.

Ja, I will.

What do I owe you, Doctor?

I'll bill you for the mercuric chloride tomorrow.

There's no charge for the visit, Holger.

Thank you.

I was only a little girl...

but I was strong.

I had to be.

I never wanted...

to be saved.

I just wanted a little tenderness.

My mother...

she gave me...

an open window, so I can fly.

She trust me to come home before dark.

I shouldn't have left.

You needed to go.

You wanted to.

My Olsen.

The man I was waiting for.

I wanted a friend, strong like me.

Always remember...

part of us is inside Vincent.

But he is mostly himself.

I'm not his father.

You live inside him, too.

He understands you.

I'm very tired, Olsen.

Please, let me sleep a little.

Well, well.

Holger Olsen, as I live and breathe.

Howdy, Olsen.

Think I won't blow you and the boy clean out of your saddle, old man?

You don't need to do that.

I'm not following you.

It certainly seems that way.

We're just travelling.

Going west.

Throw me your weapons.

All of 'em.

Why?

Give 'em up.

Easy now.

Don't do anything rash.

And the pig-sticker.

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Wait.

Come along, son.

Come.

Bitch...

Son of a bitch.

Bonjour, little man.

Now, you try, from the top.

Okay, give me your hand.

We start from the top, and then we go down like that.

And then we go like that. Now, you do it by yourself.

Start from the top.

Out... in...

around...

all the way.

Very good! I like that one. That was a very good one.

Want to try one more?

One more, just like that.

Maybe a little bigger.

Around...

Yeah.

It's perfect!

What is out there?

The sea.

Water and more water.

Is it the end of the world?

Of this one.

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