All language subtitles for A.Soldiers.Revenge (2020)

(Frank) Stay down!

(Gunshots)

(Frank) Get a count of the dead.

No! You sons of bitches!

(Yelling)

(Sighs)

(Sighs deeply)

You havin' those
nightmares again?

Frank.

(Frank breathing heavily)

Frank, you're scaring me.

Hey!

(Lauren gasps)

(Lauren sighs)

You look awful.

(Lauren) You need to go to town
to see that doctor.

(Chain rattles)

You ain't the only
Civil War veteran

that seen the elephant.

How do you know
anything about it?

Trash.

You wouldn't understand.

- (Sighs)
- I'm not saying I understand,

I'm just telling you,
you need to get some help.

Things I'd done.

Things I've seen.

Ain't no doctor can cure that.

I ain't been to war,

but I've had my fair share
of battles.

(Scoffs)

Don't belittle me, Frank!

That's all right, darling.

(Frank) Hey.

It's just a little out
of your depth is all.

(Groans)

(Frank) Just stop.

Oh, god.

(Clicks tongue)

(Sighs deeply)

(Liquid sloshing)

You think you know
what it's like seeing...

someone's head getting
blown up by a cannonball.

Huh?

You ever seen a man
with his scalp torn clean off?

Hm?

- (Loud clanging)
- (Lauren gasps)

Where you goin'?

Gonna take a piss.

Is that all right with you,
or should I call a doctor?

Well, I'm goin' home.

Okay.

Screw you, Frank Connor!

(Door closes)

(Water sloshes)

(Grunting)

Don't bother callin' on me.

(Metal clanking)

(Leather squeaking)

(Horse brays)

Somebody get me the steward!

We need a stretcher!

- (Man 1) Hudsons, you go ahead!
- Hey! Hey, Jake!

Jake, listen to me.
Listen to me.

(Frank) You're gonna
be all right, okay?

Think about your kids.

You think about Betsy and your
kids back home, all right?

Tell my family
I said I love them.

(Frank) No, no, no. Hey, listen.

Listen to me.
You're gonna tell them.

We're gonna go back, I'm gonna
bring you back before...

- Just tell them I love them.
- (Frank) And you're gonna

- tell them yourself.
- Tell them I...

- No! Jake!
- (Man 2) All right, men!

Jake, no! No!

You sons of bitches!

(Yelling)

(Gunshots)

(Frank) Come get it!

I'll kill you all!

- (Groaning)
- (Metal clangs)

(Groaning)

- (Knocking on door)
- (Frank) Hmm?

God, I thought you went away!

(Sa'ani) It's time, Mr. Frank.

(Gun clanks)

- Who is it?
- (Sa'ani) It's me, Sa'ani.

Yeah.

Yeah, you're right on time.

(Sa'ani) Where to tonight, Mr. Frank?

(Frank) Ranch in Three Rivers,
just south of the town.

(Sa'ani) It not safe there.

(Frank) Yeah.

(Carriage rattling)

(Frank) All right.

Fifteen minutes, meet me
right back here.

(Sa'ani) Yes, Mr. Frank.

(Crate slams)

Goddamn stupid bastard,
there's dynamite in there!

Go on, get the rest
of those boxes.

(Walsh) Jackass.

(Grunts)

(Leaves rustle)

(Chet gasps, groans)

(Wyatt) Chet.

Chet?

Where are ya?

Is he there?

(Gasps)

(Doorknob clanks)

(Door squeaks open)

You goddamn jackass,
you messed up here.

What the hell is this jackass doing?

Are you Walsh?

What the hell do you want?

Artemis Walsh.

Who the fuck are you?

Are you Walsh or not?

Well, that may be for me to know

and you to find out now,
ain't it?

You've been stealing from
the wrong people, Mr. Walsh.

(Laughing)

(Sloshing)

Wyatt, Chet, get in here!

Wyatt!

Nope.

Why don't you just
turn your ass around

and get the fuck out of here?

We can do this in here,
or go outside.

Your choice.

(Frank) Come on, Walsh.

Die like a pig in here,
or like a man outside.

It's time.

(Gun clicks)

(Gunshot)

- (Groaning)
- (Body thuds)

(Sloshes)

(Gulps)

(Sa'ani)
Good business, Mr. Frank?

(Frank) Yep.

Let's get out of here.

(Horse trotting)

(Liquid sloshing)

(Man 3) All right, come on.

(Man 4) There's nobody in there.

(Yelling)

(Gunshots)

(Flesh squelches)

(Indistinct yelling)

(Indistinct yelling continues)

Frank, he's a boy, damn it!

(Man 3) On your feet, come on.

(Man 5) Let's go.
Come on, soldier. Time to go.

- Let's go. Come on.
- (Man 3) Nothing left

- to see here, it's all over.
- (Soldier 4) Come on, soldier!

- Get up!
- (Man 6) Leave him!

- We gotta go!
- (Man 3) Let's go!

- Come on, soldier.
- Hey, there. We gotta go.

(Man 4) Watch your back!

Get down the road.

(Thunder rumbling)

(Paper rustles)

(Clock ticking)

(Paper rustling)

"Bureau of Indian affairs."

"Second Texas Rifle."

Frank Connor.
(Scoffs)

Knows me too well.

You didn't think you two
could actually get away?

- My safe!
- (Bottle shatters)

Violet.

Vi, who opened my safe?

Sir, I don't know.
I didn't open it.

- You didn't open it?
- (Violet) No, sir.

Did the children
open my safe, Violet?

No. I mean, I don't think so.

I don't watch them all day long.

(Thwacks)

You got one job,
to watch my kids.

And not only are they gone,
those little varmints robbed me!

(Horses trotting)

(Grace) Mr. Connor, are you there?

(Knocks on door)

(Grace) Mr. Connor!

- (Knocking on door)
- (Grace) Mr. Connor?

(Knocks on door)

(Grace) Hello?

Please, sir!
We need to talk with you.

(Knocks on door)

(Grace) Mr. Connor,
are you there?

Mr. Connor?

(Knocks on door)

Mr. Connor, are you there?

- (Knocks on door)
- Mr. Connor?

We need your help, sir!

- (Frank) Come here. Get in here.
- (Grace) Ow!

Quick.

- (Ethan) Hey, watch it!
- (Grace) Come on, stop!

(Both groan)

(Ethan crying)

Who the hell are ya?
Start talking, now.

Look what you've done!

I said who the hell are you?

- (Ethan mumbles)
- (Grace) Ow.

We'll find another way.

Come here, come here.

(Grace) Hey, watch it!

- (Frank) Sit.
- (Ethan) Ugh!

(Chair rasps)

Now, let's try this again.

I said who are you,

and what the hell
are you doing here?

- (Chair clatters)
- (Sobbing)

- I said who the hell are you?
- Okay!

Okay, we'll explain.
Just please don't hurt us.

Please don't hurt us.

Please, you're the only one
that can help us.

- Who are you?
- (Grace and Ethan sobbing)

Grace, and this is my
little brother, Ethan.

Okay, well, that's progress.

Grace, Ethan, what are
you doing out here?

Well, we took a horse.

Where's your parents?

It's got a lot to do
with our parents.

You don't say.

Well, it all started
when our momma got married

five years ago.

Where's your daddy?

He died.

- Sorry to hear that.
- (Ethan) He was a soldier.

He was killed
in the Simpsonville Massacre.

Our momma said he was a hero,

that he sacrificed himself
to save five men.

(Frank) Sounds like a great man.

Grace says
that she remembers him,

but I think she's lying.

- I do remember him!
- Sure.

(Frank) Hey, cut it out,
you two. I don't really care.

You best spit it out
or get to the goddarn point.

So, like I was saying,

our momma got remarried
five years ago.

But, at first, we liked
our stepdaddy,

but soon,
after they got married,

he started treating
us all real bad.

Yeah, real bad.

(Grace) Our momma's been
doing everything she can

to hold things together.

You know, for us.

And then, last week,
our parents went out of town.

(Grace) We went out
on a school outing,

but then, out of nowhere...

we saw our stepfather.

- (Frank) So?
- (Ethan) So?

So they were supposed
to be in Dallas together

for a couple of days.

(Grace) And we hadn't heard
from our mom for a week.

She would never do that.

Well, I tell you something,
I feel so bad for both of y'all.

I do. You're just tugging
at my heartstrings.

But why don't you tell me what
this has to do with me, huh?

Our stepfather locked
a safe in his house,

but he don't know we
stole his combination.

And Grace found
some papers inside.

- And with a little research...
- We found you.

(Horse neighing)

(Metal clanking)

(In soft voice)
(Frank) Come on.

(Frank) There.

(Gunshot)

Where the hell they'd go?

(Kennedy) There ain't
nowhere to hide.

They couldn't have gone far.

Let's check those outbuildings
we saw coming in.

(Kennedy) Let's get moving.

Ain't nobody around for miles,
they couldn't have gone far.

(Feldman) Back up there
to the right.

- Come on, come on.
- (Kennedy) Let's go!

- (Feldman) Do a once around.
- (Kennedy) All right.

Hyah!

(Kennedy) I'll circle around.

Watch my back.

(Feldman) You see anything?

- Nothing.
- Let's go check them out.

(Feldman) Where is he?

They couldn't have gone far.

(Indistinct chatter)

(Kennedy) Let's check the shack.

- Come on.
- (Both grunt)

(Kennedy) Where the hell
are those kids?

(Feldman) There ain't
nobody here.

(Kennedy) Hey!

I don't see nothing.

Briggs ain't gonna believe they
just vanished into thin air.

That don't matter, 'cause we
ain't gonna tell him that.

- What do you want to tell him?
- We can say he wasn't here.

Ain't no way I'm telling Briggs
we had a busted flush.

Right?

Right.

Well, let's get back to town.

Maybe we'll see
Connor there anyway.

(Clicks tongue)

All right. Now it's my turn.

What kind of information
led you to me?

Well, you were on a list.

What kind of list?

It had all these names,

and then... and they had yours.

(Grace) And it had
your birthday, your location,

a drawing of you.

And even your shoe size.

Is that so?

Why y'all come to me?

Why didn't you go
to the marshals?

Because our stepfather
works for the government.

Yeah, he's a federal agent
working for Congress.

With the war department?

No, I think he's something
more high level.

With the Bureau
of Indian Affairs?

Yeah, yeah.

Let me ask you something.

How do I know you two
ain't lying to me, huh?

(Paper rustles)

(Frank) There's a lot
of names on this list.

Yeah, and if you look
to the right,

it's very important.

(Grace) It says...

- "Eradicate."
- (Ethan) I looked it up.

Eradicate means "pull it up
by the roots."

Or "do away completely
as if pulled by the roots."

(Frank) Yeah, I know
what it means.

Think they'll
leave us alone now?

No, I don't suspect they will.

I expect they'll be back
before long.

(Sighs)

Where are we gonna go?

"We"?

(Scoffs)

Well, I expect
that you two dummies

would just die if I sent you
back out on the prairie.

All right.

I'm gonna go back to the cabin

and get us some supplies
and figure all this out.

Stay quiet.

Okay?

(Grunts)

- (Whimpers)
- It's okay.

(Danziger) Mr. Briggs.

(Briggs) Don't call me
that, Mr. Danziger.

(Danziger) Appreciate you
making your way back

to the Compound after supper.

I don't like to miss dessert,

you know it's the best part
of the meal,

and she was pretty too.

How many times I gotta tell ya?

(Briggs) Don't salute me!

This ain't the military!

(Metal clanking)

- (Man 7) Not now.
- (Man 8) Who's got

the wagon set up?
Where's his stuff?

You should do a check.

I'll go on out
and I'll be right back,

and we'll make sure
it's written.

(Man 9) Okay,
I'll be right back.

(Man 7) Take the paper with you.

- (Paper crumples)
- And read it.

(Laughing)

(Man 8) Okay,
I'll be right back.

(Man 7) Get it all done
before the boss sees it.

(Door closes)

Say, Danziger, you don't have
a, uh, a light, do you?

With all due respect,

there's gunpowder
residue everywhere.

Whole building could blow
if you drop that cigar.

You don't think
I'd be stupid enough

to blow up my own
infantry, do you?

(Laughs)

Could you imagine if somebody
told Ulysses S. Grant

that he couldn't smoke a cigar

in the White House?

No, sir.

- (Match rasps)
- (Lid thuds)

So...

You wanna talk about something?

Yes, sir. Yes, sir, I do.

Uh, well, first of all,
let me just say...

Ah, cut the ceremony,
this ain't the army.

You can speak freely.

In fact, why don't
you take a seat?

- Yes, sir.
- (Chair rasps)

(Man 10) Go get them horses
from the water!

Sir, Washington D.C.
is beginning to question

some of our activities.

Oh?

(Danziger) They've already
contacted captains

in three of our
operating arenas,

and just last week,

an agent from
the Bureau of Indian Affairs

contacted me directly
and had some very...

(Clears throat)

...specific questions
about our procedures.

Uh-oh.

They seem to believe

that we are selling weapons
to the Natives,

when, of course, we ought
to be selling to the settlers.

And if I may continue
to speak freely sir...

Go on, Robert.

Sir, I think maybe this
operation ain't under the law.

And, uh...

I got a family to tend to,
and, well...

(Danziger) I feel I've done
some good time here and,

with your permission, of course,

I'd like to get
while the gettin's good.

Say no more.

You have a family to tend to.

(Danziger) Yes, sir.

Well...

(Briggs) I suppose...

if you can't ethically
and morally

commit yourself with a hundred
percent of your being

to this arrangement,

then I have no choice
but to release you

from your responsibilities.

Sir.

(Chuckles)

(Danziger) Well, sir,
that is, uh...

Thank you, sir, I...
I do appreciate it.

And my wife and children
will surely appreciate it too.

There's one thing you
should know though, Danziger.

You should know
there's only one way

to leave my operation.

- Sir...
- (Gun clicks)

(Danziger) Please, please.

You are dismissed.

- (Gunshot)
- (Body thuds)

Lousy bootlicker.

(Man 10) Hey, Briggs.

Feldman and Kennedy
are on the wire.

(Briggs) We're just
finishing up here.

(Approaching footsteps)

What we got?

(Feldman) Connor is not home.

We'll find them.

He just slipped his hovels.

(Clicking)

"No, sir, we'll find him.

He just slipped his hovels."

What about the kids?

(Clicking)

Kids, question mark.

Uh...

They were not there either.

"Kids not there."

Don't stop looking for 'em,

and when you find them,
you hold them,

and you let me know immediately.

- (Clicking)
- "Keep looking."

"Hold them.

Be quick."

He got away,
we'll find them soon though.

Period.

- (Man 11) "We'll find soon."
- I don't have soon, Feldman.

Feldman.

(Briggs) Do what you have to do

to bring my kids home.

"Find those kids...

now."

That's it. Let's just
pack that up and go.

(Kennedy) Ay-yay-yay.

Damn.

(Chuckling)
(Frank) What?

Your mother's somewhere
between here and El Paso

but you don't know where, huh?

(Grace) Yes. Well, we figured
you'd know where she is.

Yeah? What makes
you figure that?

We know all about you.

You're a part of the
Second Texas Mounted Rifles.

Hey, look, Mr. Connor,
we know you're living

out in the boonies,

but you're a real hero
in the war.

- I weren't no hero.
- (Grace) Sure, you were.

There are no heroes
anymore, kid.

But you saved lives, and you,
you helped people.

(Frank) No, I watched men,
women, and children

die right in front of my face,

and there was nothing
I can do about it

ninety-nine percent of the time.

That ain't no hero.

(Ethan sobbing)

Is he okay?

What makes you think
I can find your mother?

Because you've got to!

(Sobbing)

What's your mother's name?

- Heather.
- Heather.

Heather.

(Frank) Heather what?

(Both, in unison) Heather Powell.

(Grace) You do know her.

Mr. Connor, how do
you know our mother?

Mr. Connor!

(Grace) Wait, Mr. Connor!

Where are you going?
Wait for us!

What's going on?

Is this some kind of joke, huh?

No, sir.

(Frank) You tell me the truth.

How'd you know where
to find me, huh?

Y'all two ain't been
honest with me!

(Sobbing)

How do you know who I am!

(Whimpering)

(Grace) Hey, what!

(Grunts)

He gave this to our mom.

You were the only Frank
on our stepdaddy's list,

and we figured it was you,
and we were right.

Now you tell us,

how do you know our mother?

Please, Mr. Connor.

(Sighs sharply)

Your...

Your mother was the only one
that I ever truly loved.

And we were together for
a very short while, but, uh...

But what?

It didn't work out.
(Sniffles)

Why?

You're too young to be asking

those kind of questions, all right?

Why didn't it work out?

'Cause I wasn't good enough for her!

'Cause I was a horse's ass.

Because I, I just,
I couldn't handle real life

when I got home
from those bloody battles.

What happened?

Just stay the hell away from me!

(Whistling)

(Miller) Here they come!

Where is the little lady?

The safe.

Well...

Bring her out.

(Miller) I'll get her for you.

I don't want to see him,
tell him to go away.

Just hobble your lip
and come on.

I refuse.

(Heather groaning)

What the hell is wrong
with you, Travis?

How are you, sweetheart?

Are my men taking
good care of you?

Oh, do not trifle with me!

What is going on?

Heather.

You need to settle down.

Everything is A-okay.

You.

You...

You are a madman!

Where are my children?

Where are they?

Where are they?

Where are my children?

They're fine, Heather.

Although, Grace did get a B
on a spelling test

for which she was punished.

(Briggs) We are an A family,
as you know.

And Ethan tends to be quite
the crybaby,

but we had a little talk.

If you hurt them,
I swear to God...

I swear to God...

Now, why would I hurt
my children, Heather?

They are my children.

That's not what she said
when we married.

(Men laughing)

Travis...

Please, I... I don't know...

(Heather) I don't know what
you're up to here, I don't care.

But if you just, please,
let me go home to the children.

I... I swear you...

You'll never have
to hear from me again,

I will go away forever.
(Gasps)

- (Heather) Please.
- "Forever"?

Unfortunately,
it's not that simple.

You see...

You have more value...

to my mission.

(Groans)

Your mission?

Am I ransom?

Uh, is that what I am?

Is that all I am to you?

I mean...

I... I knew...

I knew it. I...

There was always something.

There was always something
wrong about you, about us.

Uh-oh.

Well, I'm afraid
that might be my cue.

(Briggs) Well...

Little angel.

I'll be back to check
on you later.

Oh.

I almost forgot.

I bought you some of
those revealin' petticoats

that you like so much.

Why don't you go back
inside, and...

change into something
a little more comfortable?

I'm sure my boys
would enjoy that.

You son of a bitch!

(Grunts)

(Groaning)

Kickin' ain't gonna
get you nowhere,

unless you're a mule.

Remember that, sweetheart.

(Heather) Get off me!

Stay the hell away from me!

(Heather) Stay away from me!
(Yells)

Get off me!

- (Miller) Let's go, boys.
- (Heather) Get off me!

(Miller) We've got a fighter.

Get off me! Get off me!

(Yelling)

(Sobbing)

(Door closes)

(Horses galloping)

(Frank) This is good.
We can stop there.

Get on down, come on.

Hey.

(Frank) Thought you
should eat something.

(Can clanks)

Thank you.

(Water sloshing)

We'll sleep here tonight,
continue on in the morning.

Mr. Connor, where
are you taking us?

A friend of mine.

I'm gonna make sure
you're both taken care of.

But we wanna stay with you.

You ain't staying
with me, nah-uh.

A friend of mine is gonna
make sure you're safe

until I can figure out
what's going on.

But, Mr. Connor,
we can't just...

Don't question my decision.

Otherwise,
I'll leave you out here

in the middle of a desert
to fend for yourselves,

you got it?

(Frank) Finish your eatin'
and get some sleep.

(Indistinct singing)

(Indistinct singing continues)

(Birds chirping)

(Light tapping)

(Frank) Come on.

You two sleep a lot.

Momma said kids have
to get a lot of sleep

to grow big and strong.

Well, then you two
growin' to giants.

(Frank) Come on.

Gotta get going.

Come on, lazy slug. Get up.

(Birds chirping)

(Gasps)

- (Yawning)
- Well, I'm up.

(Laura) Come on, come on!

(Laura) What do y'all want?
I didn't do nothing!

What are you chasing me for?

Come on, come on.

All right, all right.

I'm here, what do you want?

I didn't do nothin'!

Come on, boys.
What's this about?

Tell me what y'all want!

(Laura groans)

You boys got a problem?

All right, all right, game over.
What do you want?

Tell us where Frank Connor is.

You couldn't just ask me that
without all the scare tactics?

- Where is he?
- (Laura) I don't know!

Where have you been hanging out
with Frank Connor?

I don't know where he is.

I left him a week ago,
I ain't seen him since.

You're lying, you're getting
off that horse right now.

- No, no, no, no, no.
- (Man 12) Yes, you are.

- No, no!
- Get off that horse. Get off!

- No, no, no, no!
- Get down here!

(Man 13) Do yourself a favor
and tell us where Frank is.

Look, I'm telling you the truth,
I don't know where he is.

(Laura) I don't know, I promise!

- I don't know where he is.
- Tell us. Where is he?

- I don't know!
- (Man 13) He's a killer, ma'am.

- Where is Frank Connor?
- (Laura) I don't know!

- Please, I'm telling the truth!
- (Man 12) Where is he?

(Laura) I don't know
where he is!

- You lyin'...
- (Laura) I don't know!

(Gunshot)

(Thuds)

Dispose of her!

(Man 14) How do we get her?

(Man 14) Grab her legs. Come on.

Good to see you, Mr. Frank.

(Sa'ani) How are you,
old friend?

Alpana!

Hope you don't mind us
dropping in for a visit.

(Alpana) Mr. Frank.

I made some good old
sage bread, and rabbit stew.

Mm, thank you.

You don't mind
taking us in, do you?

Of course, Mr. Frank.

Our home is your home.

Go on.

Hello.

Hello.

What's your names?

I'm Grace, and this
is my little brother, Ethan.

Nice to meet you.

Good to meet you, Grace.

Good to meet you, Ethan.

Come, come in.

(Grace) I'm not trying to
be rude, Mr. Connor,

but how did you make friends
with an Indian?

Sa'ani here is one
of the best, uh, translators

I've ever known.

(Frank) One of the bravest men
I ever met as well.

He saved my life once.

- Really?
- (Frank) Mm-hm.

How'd he do that?

Well, um, so Sa'ani and I,
we were, uh...

We served together in a unit.

(Frank) We were soldiers.

One day, Sa'ani was,
he was serving as a scout,

so he was charging up
ahead of the group,

and there was a sharpshooter,

and he had a bead
right on my forehead.

Would've got the drop
on all of us.

But Sa'ani snuck up there
with his knife, and...

(Imitates slashing knife)

...ended that sharpshooter
right quick.

That fella's rifle went off,
coming for him,

so we had to ride to his rescue.

Mr. Frank saved me.

Yeah, but only
after you saved me.

For that, I am...
eternally grateful.

No, we will always be
indebted to Mr. Frank.

I didn't do anything.

How many people
have you two killed?

I think that's a story
for another day.

No disrespect,
Mr. Connor and Mr. Sa'ani,

but we really need
to find our mother.

Please, Mr. Connor.
You've got to help us.

Time's running out,
she can be in a lot of trouble.

Y'all two don't be rude.

Eat this here food
they've prepared for you.

We'll move on soon.

(Frank) Very tasty, thank you.

(Horse trotting)

(Laughing)

Well, well, well, Frank Connor.

- Well, good to see you, hoss.
- How are you, pard?

Ah, we're alive and well.
How are you?

I'm okay.

I'm okay, I need your
help with something.

Name it.

Had two kids show up
in my shack out of the blue

followed by two men working
for a man named Briggs.

- You heard of him?
- (Harrison) Heard of him?

I work for him.

He's a no-good scoundrel,

and one of these days
I'm gonna get him.

Okay.

You heard of a woman
named Heather Powell?

(Frank) Blonde hair, green eyes?

That's his wife.
Pretty young thing.

Yeah.

She's been missing for a week
and I need her found.

- Can you do that for me?
- (Harrison) For you?

You betcha.
I'll try and cut a trail.

And if I find her,
I'll get word to you.

Appreciate it.

Take care.

Get you a whiskey next time.
Come on.

What are you doing?

Miller, get out of my way!
I got Briggs's orders.

(Harrison) Get your parcels.

You're coming with us.

I'm not going anywhere.

Not until someone tells
me what's going on,

and where you're taking me.

It's none of your business.

Just leave me the hell alone.

(Heather) All of you.
All of you nasty men.

Don't any of you
animals have a heart?

I've got two children
who need their mother.

Do you even know
what Briggs is doing, huh?

(Heather) He's not working
for the government.

He's taking advantage
of all of you,

you're all damn fools
for that beast of a man.

So stay the hell away from me.

You married him.

Who's the bigger sellout?

(Spits)

Take this dirty,
filthy, disgusting,

disease-ridden whore
away from me!

(Heather grunting, groaning)

Oh!

- (Harrison) Get on that horse!
- (Heather) Stop!

No!
(Groans)

Ow!

(Groans)

Let's go.

(Horses trotting)

(Briggs) Captain McCalister.

- To what do I owe the pleasure?
- Major Briggs.

(McCalister) Yes.

There seems to be some
discrepancies in your reports

regarding the resale of weapons.

Now, I'd like
a little explanation

as to what's going on
with your activities.

(Briggs) Well, then
why don't we start

by discussing my activities?

Please.

Now I must say,
with all due respect,

from my vantage point,

the operation is
rolling along just fine.

(Briggs) Weapons are selling
to the settlers,

although perhaps
I should remind you,

the southwest
is quite expansive.

Sometimes, it just takes
a bit more time

to make contact
with each and every American.

(Scoffs)

There have been a series
of unfortunate events

that lead me to believe
that your guns

have wound up in the hands
of the Natives and the Mexicans,

and not our American settlers.

(Clears throat)

Now... in fact,

we have tracked
some of the weapons

that attacked our army
back to your stockpile.

Hm.

Would you care to share
some thoughts on that?

Well...

Captain McCalister,
if I may, uh...

- speak freely.
- (McCalister) Please.

But don't waste my time
with excuses and apologies.

(Briggs) No, no,
I'm not a time-waster,

nor do I offer excuses.

But I will tell you this much.

If you don't stop crawling
so far up my asshole,

I will be notifying
President Grant

of your continued ongoings

with a sweet little
something named Jenny.

Hard-boiled eggs are yellow
on the inside, Mr. Briggs.

(McCalister) Are you sure
you wanna run around

spreading gossip like
some big-city reporter?

I'm gonna give you one more
chance to clear your name

and show the White House
that your weapons

are making it into the hands
of our settlers!

And not the Mexicans
and the Indians!

And I hope that these instances
of malfeasance or anomalies

are not the norm.

And if I don't see production
from your little outfit here,

I will take it away from you,

and send you back to
South Georgia where you belong!

Oh, and Mr. Briggs.

I will make sure
you see Valdosta again.

Only this time, you won't
be wearing a uniform.

You'll be target practice
for the Union Army

who still doesn't know
the war is over.

- Good day.
- (Briggs) Good day, Captain.

Always a pleasure.

Don't you start a war with me.

I'm afraid you might not like
how I fight.

(McCalister) Round up.

(Briggs) Violet!

- (Gasps)
- (Thuds)

Travis Briggs, huh?
(Scoffs)

(Frank) Where'd you come up
with that one, huh?

Did you get it
from some soldier you killed?

Connor.

Is that it? Hm?

"Connor?"

(Frank) That's all you got
to say to me, huh?

After all these years,

after everything
we've been through together,

after everything you've done?

That's all you've got
to say to me?

You can go to hell.

- (Thwacks)
- (Groans)

Well, I see you
haven't changed, Henry.

Except maybe your name.

Yes, "Travis" does sound like
less of a traitor than Henry.

Heather sure as hell
likes it better.

- (Thwacks)
- (Groans)

(Frank) Well, finally,
after all these years,

I found out who she ran to.

(Briggs) Mm, let's
be honest, Connor.

You were out of the picture
a long time before that.

Plus she never even loved you.

Well, it don't matter anyway.

Oh, no? How's that?

(Gun clicks)

'Cause I'm gonna
fuckin' kill you.

(Snickers)

I'm sure you are.

I know what you've been up to
since the war.

(Briggs) Meanwhile,
I've been getting rich,

you... become a gunman.

Now, how are you gonna
explain that to your kids?

You know exactly
what I'm talking about, Connor.

A mother and her two babies
that you walked out on.

Where are they?

I know you got 'em.

I didn't walk out on no one.

Oh, no? What would you call it?

I roll my own hoop

and I am tired of the job
of some shadow rider.

Now take a seat.

(Briggs) Now think
this through, Frank.

You can't kill me.

Oh, yeah? Why not?

'Cause I got Heather.

You hear that, Connor?

(Briggs) You didn't think
I thought this through, did ya?

I'm gonna have
this place surrounded.

They see everything.

(Feldman) Connor, come out
with your hands up!

You're gonna get a bullet

you ain't gonna be able
to digest!

Hello. Hello.

They know who you are.

(Briggs) Ain't no secrets here.

Where the hell
you scissorbills been?

This traitor
damn near killed me.

Sorry, sir. We got here
as soon as possible.

(Briggs) As soon as possible?
Thought you was tracking me.

You said you didn't want
to be tracked.

Yeah, no matter.

Get him out of my house
before I blow his guts out.

(Feldman) Let's go, come on.

- Let's go!
- Go!

(Kennedy) Keep it movin'.

- And find my kids!
- (Door closes)

(Frank) Come on, you two.
All four of you.

He's just taking
advantage of you.

I mean, you know that, right?

You know all this.

Killed his own men.

I mean, you know what Briggs
is up to, don't you?

I mean, I have to assume
you all know that

Briggs ain't even his real name.

(Feldman) See, Connor, nothing
you say is gonna convince us.

I suggest you keep
your mouth shut,

or I'll have no choice
but to gag ya.

(Frank laughing)

(Feldman) You broke the law,
you're going to prison.

(Frank) The law?

Oh, we're way,
way above the law here.

I mean, you do realize that boy,

his real name
is Henry T. Bartlett.

He's a wanted criminal

for killing innocent women
and children,

but y'all are too stupid
to even know that.

Just ignore him.

Is that what Briggs is up to?

It ain't none of our business.

He's probably even
screwing your wives.

Whoa!

My wife?

Pete, gag him!

(Connor grunts)

(Kennedy) Pete, what the hell?

- Connor!
- (Pants)

Don't let him get away!
Right there!

Damn it. Connor!

(Feldman) Don't let him
get away!

(Kennedy) You can't hide
from us!

Go to the back, Pete.

Where is he?

Over here, over here!

Anybody see anything?

(Kennedy) Circle around!

Circle around, and listen!

(Pete) Circle around!

Fire a shot
if you hear anything.

(Pete) I don't see him, Feldman.

(Feldman) Don't shoot him.

You hear me? Don't shoot him.

Briggs wants him alive.

You boys see anything?

(Pete) I see something
over here!

(Feldman) Circle that way.

Go around to the left
and to the right.

And then come back this way.

Come back towards me,
just flush him out towards me.

Connor?

(Rasping)

You see him?

(Kennedy) He didn't go far.

(Feldman) Everybody shut
up for a minute!

Flush him out!

- (Gunshot)
- (Feldman) Don't fire your guns!

You see him?

(Feldman) Don't fire,
just listen.

Flag him.

- (Gunshot)
- (Feldman) Stop it!

(Kennedy) Briggs is gonna be
pissed off!

Did you get him?

(Kennedy) We gotta
find him, boys.

Yeah, but we're going
nowhere goddamn near.

- He can't be that far away.
- (Feldman) Make him go

to the back towards me.

(Kennedy) Briggs is gonna be
one pissed off son of a bitch

if we don't find him!

(Feldman) Man's tied,
can't go far.

(Kennedy) Come on, boys!

(Pete) Anything?

(Feldman) Hold your fire.

(Grunts)

(Kennedy) Quiet, quiet,
I hear something.

Be quiet.

- Check that!
- (Pete) Over here!

(Kennedy) I don't see him,
I don't see nothing!

Come on, hurry up!
Briggs is gonna kill us.

(Feldman) Couldn't have gone far.

(Grunting)

(Thwacks)

(Kennedy) Come on boys, let's go!

He's getting away! Come on!

(Kennedy) You okay, Feldman?

(Insects chirping)

(Horse trots)

Sa'ani!

Alpana!

Grace! Ethan!

Ah, shit.

Sa'ani!

Alpana!

Grace! Ethan!

(Coughing)

Sa'ani, Sa'ani, Sa'ani.
Hey, hey.

Mr. Frank.

I'm sorry.

Sorry. I let you down.

(Frank) No, no, no, no.

No, Sa'ani.
I'm gonna take care of you.

(Frank) Okay?
I'm gonna fix this.

(Coughing)
Mr. Frank. I'll be okay.

(Speaking in
Native American language)

All take good care of me.

(Frank) Sa'ani.

Sa'ani, you stay with me,
all right?

You hear me? You stay with me.

- (Sa'ani wheezing)
- You stay with me, hey!

Peace comes within.

(Sa'ani coughing)

Do not seek without.

- (Thwacks)
- (Groaning)

(Bandit laughing)

Who the hell are you?

(Bandit) It don't matter.

Well, at least
tell me your name,

so I can kick your ass
in the afterlife.

(Bandit) I'm like you.

Been left behind with nothing
to do with my skills,

but to kill.

(Scoffs)
Briggs send you?

(Frank) All right.

Why don't you pull that trigger?

(Bandit) The government
made us who we are.

You can either fight it,
or embrace it.

You can go to hell.

(Gun clicks)

(Grunts)

- (Thwacking)
- (Grunting)

(Groaning)

(Gun clicks)

- (Gunshot)
- (Groans)

(Panting)

(Alpana) Mr. Frank.

- (Frank) No, no, no.
- (Alpana gasps)

Sa'ani! No!
(Sobbing)

Sa'ani.

- I'm sorry.
- (Sobbing)

He loved you like a brother.

(Frank) I'm so sorry.

He was a great and honorable man.

(Panting)

Who is he?

Someone I used to know.

(Frank) Alpana, we have to go.

We can't stay here,
it's too dangerous.

No.

I will not go.

(Alpana) You go.

(Frank) Are you sure?

I, I... I can't leave you here.

I will stay here.

(Frank) Where are Grace
and Ethan?

They are by the creek.

(Frank) I'll be back for you.

(Sobbing)

- (Horse trots softly)
- (Insects chirping)

(Frank) Hey, you kids okay?

Strange how a...

How a cowardly wolf
like myself...

don't have the guts
to tell two little kids

how he feels.

I just hope the two of you
know how sorry I am

for not being there
for you and your mom.

And you might not believe in me,

but I, but I did write your mom
a lot more letters

than the ones you found.

She never returned any
of them, but...

you two have been
on my mind ever since.

Ever since I walked out.

Anyway, we'll get your mom back.

Maybe...

just maybe, I can convince her
to take me back,

and we can be a family again.

What do you say?

Does that sound like a plan?

I...

Anyway, nothing wrong
with dreaming.

(Snickers)

(Horses galloping)

You're one pretty little filly.

No. No, no, no.

I think she's the best
blanket companion around.

Ain't she, boys?

- (Men laughing)
- Get her off the horse!

Please, please, please, no!
Please, no!

(Heather) No!

- No! No! No!
- (Sharperson) Come on. Come on.

(Heather) No!

(Harrison) Relax.

You're gonna have a great time.

(McCabe) Here you go, boss.

No, please! Please, please.

(Harrison) Believe me,
little lady.

- You're gonna like it.
- (Gasps)

(Harrison) Come on!
Move! Move it!

I don't have time for this,
let's go.

- Now.
- (Body thuds)

(Harrison) Now listen! Quiet.

Stop fighting me.

(Whispers)
Now listen.

I want you to climb over
that mountain.

Tomorrow morning,
there'll be a stage coming in.

Carson will be driving it.

Now get on that stage,
he'll take you in safely.

What are you...
Why are you helping me?

Who are you?

That's not important.

Here.

(Harrison) This will help you
get over the mountain.

Now go, get out!

Thank you, thank you!

- (Gunshot)
- (Gasps)

(Gunshot)

(Laughing)

Oh, boys!

Where's the woman?

Just mount up, the party's over.

What do you mean
the party's over?

She ain't fit
for a drinking man.

(Harrison) She slapped me,
I killed her.

You killed her?

Ah, Briggs ain't gonna be
liking that.

It don't matter.

- Now let's go, mount up!
- Mount?

"M-O-N-T"! Mount, now!

Oh, boys.

She killed you too.

(Gunshots)

(Horses trotting)

(Birds chirping)

Frank!

Is that you?

Yeah, Paw. It's me.

What the hell
are you doing out here

in the middle of my land?

Long story.

Put the rifle down
and I'll explain it to you.

Sure.

Love what you've done
with the place.

(Snickers)

Hey, Paw, long time.

Ah, Frank! My favorite son.

Hey, just keep
your voice down, okay?

Why? No one can hear us
from miles around.

Hey.

Hey, whose are those?

They, uh...

Well, I think
they're your grandkids.

(Mr. Connor) I told you,
you ain't fit for adopting.

It's a long story,
but they're kin.

Can you help me get them
inside and I'll explain?

Mm, sure.

Come on.

Come on.

(Carriage rattling)

Ma'am, are you all right?

You look like you're on
the wrong coach.

I'm fine, thank you.

You can talk to us.

We ain't afraid of no issues.

There ain't nothing
we haven't experienced.

(Alice) Young lady.

I've been riding on this coach
for three days,

and I am sick and tired
of your dribble.

(Sniffles)

I didn't mean to start a fuss.

I'm just trying to get back
to my children.

You ain't whorin'?

I thought Mr. Carson stopped
and picked you up

'cause you're going to town
to work with us.

No, ma'am.

Uh...

Then what are you doing
on this coach?

If it's all right with you,
I'd rather not say.

I'm the madam of the saloon

that this here coach
is heading to,

so you best be telling me,

or I'll tell Mr. Carson
to pull over

and we'll throw you out,

and you can die in this
godforsaken desert.

I was kidnapped.

You don't look like
you've been kidnapped to me.

I was kidnapped
by my own husband.

Your husband kidnapped you?

That's exactly why I ain't ever
getting married.

I just use men for money.

Ain't nothing a man's
gonna do for me

that I can't do for myself.

All right, missy.
That's enough, you hush up.

You know, I think
you might be right about that.

Well, your children are
the most important thing

in the whole world.

My parents didn't pay
no attention to me,

now I'm 18 years old,
whoring all over the west.

(Alice) That's enough,
you hush up!

Or you're gonna be out with her.

No more whoring for you.

You have a daughter?

Yes.

Her name is Grace.

Well, ma'am...

I want you to go find Grace

and educate her real good,

so she don't end up
like one of us.

(Rebecca) Okay?

You seem like a good woman.

I wish my mom were more like you.

Those kids of yours
are real lucky

to have such a strong woman
for a momma.

(Sniffles)

Thank you.

(Thunder rumbling)

(Yelling)

- (Frank) Jake! No!
- (Gunshots)

Die, you sons of bitches!

- (Frank yelling)
- (Gunshots)

What are you doing?

Down, buddy! What are you doing?

What are you doing?

I hit at least three more
of those blue bellies,

they were mine!

- (Gunshots)
- (Yelling)

You're gonna get
yourself killed!

- Get us outta here, Frank.
- Hey!

Listen up!

We got two other men

left up there on the outside,
haven't we?

We're gonna go get them.

(Briggs) He's empty, Frank,
ain't going no place.

We're gonna go get 'em.

(Frank) Gibson!

Hey! We're gonna get
on top of that hill

and give us some cover,
all right?

Start firing down
on those blue boys.

You're gonna go get those boys
on this side of the hill.

You get up there and you
start fucking firing, now.

I ain't going no place, Frank.

This ain't a fight,
this is suicide.

This command does not run
from a fight,

and we do not leave
our men behind.

Grow something
that looks like a spine

and you get up there, now!

- (Gunshots)
- (Grunts)

What the hell are you doing?

(Frank) Where are you going?

Hightailing it out of here!

(Frank) You come back here,
you yellow-bellied coward!

What are you doing?

- (Yelling)
- (Gunshot)

(Gasps, groans)

- (Groaning)
- (Gunshot)

(Frank) Ow!

(Gasps, groans)

(Pants)

Grace!

Ethan!

(Gunshots)

(Mr. Connor) Woo-hoo!

(Laughing)
(Mr. Connor) That's nice.

- (Gunshot)
- (Can clanks)

(Mr. Connor) You're a natural!

(Frank) Hey! Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

Give me that! Give me that!

Why'd you do that?

Guns aren't for kids, okay?

Well, Mr. Connor said

that you owned your first gun
at six years old.

Well, things are different now.

- Okay?
- (Ethan) What's different?

Seems to me nothing changed
around here in the earth.

I'm different. Okay?

Besides, I've seen
what these things can do

when they fall into
the wrong hands.

Would you...

Would you kids go
inside, please?

I need to talk to my pop.

- (Ethan) I'm gonna beat you!
- (Grace) In your dreams.

Ah, you showed them.

(Sighs)

Well, that's the way
you taught me, I guess.

Bluster. Anger.

And listen, son, you...

You have some bright kids there.

Yeah.

Now I'm just happy to find out
I'm their grandpa.

(Mr. Connor) I just want to make
sure you don't screw this up.

I just want you
to be a family again.

I think you need
to fix this, son.

With all due respect,
you just don't know

what you're talking about.

Look, Dad, that life...

That life is dead.

It's... It's gone.

Okay?

It's just...

I can't.

What the hell you talkin' about?

Remember that, the man
who knows how to die standing

is the one who keeps it coming,
you know that.

What happened to you?

He's a kid, okay?

Will you look after them
for a while?

(Mumbles)

Leave them with me,
that'd be all right.

I'm the only one here
for a hundred miles.

(Mr. Connor) Yeah.

We're gonna make this right.

All right.

What the hell you mean
she's dead?

So the report is, Miss Powell
was killed by one of the men

when they were moving her.

Where are you gettin' this from?

Harrison, sir.

Hmm.

Bring him in.

(Feldman) Harrison.

What'd you do with my wife?

Well, we were setting up camp.

She had to relieve herself,

so Sharperson took her over
to some privacy.

She pulled his gun and shot him.

And she ran back where McCabe
was making the fire,

and she shot him.

What about you?

(Scoffs)
(Harrison) I was tending horses.

When I heard the gunshots,
I came running over,

but she pointed the gun at me.

I gave her a lead pill.

(Harrison) I'm sorry,
but it was her or me.

Where's the body?

I buried her.

Left the other two
for wolf bait.

(Harrison) Don't worry.

I said a prayer, over them.

- (Gun clicks)
- (Grunts)

(Harrison) Easy, boys.

I don't think I'm gonna
let you kill me today.

You lousy son of a bitch!

(Kennedy)
Don't shoot, don't shoot!

We'll never find his weapons
if we kill him.

(Feldman) Don't worry, sir,
we'll get him.

What the hell kind of
rinky-dink operation

are we running around here, huh?

I'm truly sorry
about your wife, sir.

Are you some kind of idiot?

I don't give a damn
about my wife!

You don't?

I want Connor.

(Feldman) Sir.

I'm just not clear on why
you want Connor so much,

why you care about
him so much right now.

Frank Connor...

works for a specific faction
of our government,

who's interfering
with my distribution channels

and killing 'em off!

That is a major conflict
of interest,

and all-on war department.

Do not let appearances fool you.

Once we kill Connor,

we cut off one
of their major legs.

But, sir...

Why don't we just find out

which department
he's working with,

and work it out?

There is a faction
of the government

that is fucking
with my business,

and I ain't gonna stand for it!

(Carriage rattling)

- (Frank) And, whoa, whoa, whoa!
- (Carson) Whoa!

You a friend of Harrison's?

Are you Frank Connor?

Yes, sir.

I have a passenger for you.

What's going on?

(Alice) Mr. Carson,
why are we stopping?

You keep this coach rolling.

Heather.

Uh...

It's, uh... It's me, it's Frank.
(Clears throat)

How?

Where did you come from?
How did you find me?

Uh, well, um, I...
I have the kids.

I have your...
Your kids, Grace and Ethan.

(Heather) You have Grace
and Ethan?

Where... where are they?
Are they safe?

They're at my father's house,
they're safe.

But we gotta go.

Take me to them.

Ma'am. I know
you don't like me much.

But please take care
of that one for me.

Would ya?

Take me to my kids.

Oh!

Ladies.

(Frank) Come on.

(Frank) I tell you what,

it's strange little Grace
and Ethan

showing up at my place,

some story about how
you'd been kidnapped,

and you ain't been seen
in a week,

and they're all worried

and think something
happened to you.

So, they asked for my help,
that's all.

Ain't no...
Ain't no mystery to it.

Well, I'm thankful
that you have them

and that they're safe,

and I'm thankful that you
are taking me to them now.

- Yes.
- So please do that.

Look, I'm not trying
to weasel my way

- back in your heart, I...
- Aren't you?

- No, I...
- Aren't you though?

(Laughing)
No, no.

I'm just, look, I'm trying
to help you out, is all.

Take me to my children,
that will help me a lot.

(Heather) Listen, Frank,
I am very grateful.

But you can't just
come back in my life,

into my children's lives
like you weren't gone,

a dead man for ten years.

(Frank) I'm not trying to
get back in your life, Heather.

I'm just trying to help you out.

I'm not. I think you're
misunderstanding me.

(Heather) I'm not
misunderstanding anything.

I had to create
another life, Frank.

I, I had to have stability
for the children.

- What was I supposed to do?
- (Frank) I know.

(Heather) I married Briggs,
and he treated us terribly,

but at least there was stability
and food on the table,

and a roof over our heads.

So please forgive me
if I'm a little bit hostile.

Did he hit you?

He provided for us.

He put a, a roof over our heads
and food on the table.

That ain't what I'm asking you.

Did he hit you?

Heather, did he hit you?

Frank, I just want to go
see my children, please.

I ain't letting him
get away with that.

What are you gonna do?

Why are we stopped?

I want to see my children!

No, we're going back
to the Compound.

- What are you talking about?
- We're going to the Compound.

(Frank) I'm not letting that man
get away with that.

(Heather) What, we're going
to see Briggs?

- No, no, I wanna go see...
- (Frank) Yup.

(Heather) I want to go
see my children!

(Frank) We'll get you
to your children afterwards,

but this is gonna end
here and now.

Come on.
(Clicks tongue)

(Heather) Frank!

(Horses trotting)

(Paper rustles)

Captain McCalister.

Back so soon.

(McCalister)
Cut the shit, Briggs.

After your last little threat,

one of my men
did an inquiry into you

and found out some
interesting information

about you and your
little operation here.

Let me stop you right there

before you go too far
and embarrass yourself.

Mr. Briggs, it is time for you
to stop with the lies,

and stop with the stories.

(McCalister) Now, I don't know
how you rose to your position,

although I have my theories.

But aside from that,
you are hereby under arrest

for multiple infractions
of the law.

Firstly, for selling
US government firearms

to the hostiles!

Arrest him.

I don't think so!

You best just back off.

(Briggs) Go on, holster your weapons.

Or I will shoot and kill

your sweet, dear
Captain McCalister.

Are you sure this is
the right thing to do?

You can't walk away from this.

I could do whatever
the hell I damn well please,

and I believe you are
in no position

to be making demands of me!

What the hell
are you doin', Briggs?

Remember that faction I was
telling you about, boys?

Here it is.

(Feldman) But, Briggs, sir.

That's Captain McCalister,
you can't, you can't do this.

Sir, you shoot him,

the whole operation
goes to hell.

Yeah, well, I'm doing it, boys.

And now for my demands.

Firstly, I want guaranteed safe passage

south of the border to Mexico

where my compadres
will pick me up.

(Briggs) And, secondly,
I would rather have

to not deal with this fool!

Now would you both
please get out there

and do me the privilege
of finding Connor!

As soon as Frank Connor
gets here,

I will make the exchange.

Then I suppose
in the meantime...

Captain McCalister and I
will just wait patiently.

(Chuckling)

What a country.

A farm boy like me
can rise to such high power!

To be operating
such a major operation.

And the best part is,

none of ya ever questioned me.

Which is exactly why I'm
the stud duck in this pond.

Shoot him.

(Gunshot)

Not bad, huh?

Now while all of you
are gonna be working hard

trying to get the bad guys,

I'm gonna be sittin' pretty
in Mexico,

making sweet, sweet love
to some sexy señoritas

and fandango-ing the night away.

Cat got your tongue,
Captain McCalister?

Sir, I highly recommend
you think twice about this.

Please, think about
everything you worked for.

It's not the way to do this.

(Feldman) Sir, please.

No, you get the hell out of my way.

- Damn it, Briggs!
- No!

Get back, all of you!

This is my camp, and I want you
to get the hell out of here!

(Feldman) Briggs, calm down.

Now, Feldman, you listen up!

As soon as Frank Connor
gets here,

I want his hands
tied behind his back.

I want my horse ready to go!

And then I will make the exchange.

Well?

How's that feel?

One of your men dead,

another done run off.

You feelin' lonely?

How does it happen, Mr. Briggs?

How does a farm boy
from Valdosta, Georgia,

become... this?

A disgrace to our country.

It's pathetic.

(Heather) I got a bad feeling about this.

You're gonna have to trust me.

(Frank) Why don't you run
into that brush and hide.

Don't be scared,
I'll be back for you.

Well, let me off the horse.

Well, okay, then.

(Kennedy) You see what I see?

(Feldman) Hold up,
yeah, yeah, yeah.

Yes, yes. Hold, hold,
hold, hold, hold.

(Kennedy) Mr. Connor!

What's going on?

(Feldman) Well,
it appears Briggs

is looking for a dog to kick.

He's got Captain McCalister
hostage.

He wants to switch him out
with you.

Y'all mind if I take care
of some personal business?

(Feldman) Be our guest.
We're done.

(Kennedy)
He's all yours, Connor.

Come on.

(Frank) All you sons of bitches!

- (Briggs) Get down, Connor!
- What the hell are you doing?

You're gonna get
yourself killed!

If you weren't
wearing that uniform,

I'd swear to God
you're protecting them.

(Frank) Now get up there
and start shootin'!

That's just like you, Frank.

Before you go into a canyon,

you should know how
the hell you get out.

So that's what this
is all about, huh?

Go on, you kill yourself.

(Gunshot)

(Horse trotting)

Hi, Frank.

Nice of you to join us.

(Whistling)

Show me you're not carrying
a packing iron.

All right.

Henry, why don't you let
that Captain go

and you can have me.

Come on, Frank.
You know me better than that.

Why would I let him go?

Henry, you listen to me now.

You let that Captain go.

It's between you and me.

(Briggs) But I don't
want you, Frank.

I want to kill you.

(Heather) Travis!

(Briggs) What's this?

An apparition of my dead wife?

What the hell's
going on, Travis?

Where are you,
what are you doing?

You know this ain't gonna lead
to nowhere good.

You can let
the Captain go, please.

Frank, she never loved you.

(Briggs) You done deserted her
a decade ago.

Matter of fact...

She don't give a crap about you.

(Heather) Travis.

You can end all of this
right here, right now.

You can end it all.

Please, just stop.

Let him go.

Heather.

Do you love me?

Of course, I love you.

You're my husband.

You hear that, Frank?

So run away with me.

(Briggs) We'll go
someplace nice.

(Heather) And the children?

(Briggs) Sure.
I'll send for 'em later.

We'll live happily on top
of a mountain somewhere.

Oh, on a mountain.

(Chuckling)

(Sniffles)

Okay.

(Heather) We'll send
for the children later.

Later.

(Heather) And maybe
there will be a river...

near the mountain.

(Briggs) I like that.

(Heather) So you can just
let the Captain go.

I'm all yours.

As a Captain in the US Army...

I now sentence you to die.

(Gunshot)

- (Frank) Heather!
- (Groaning)

(Gasps)

(Groans)

(Groans)

- (Grunts)
- (Flesh squelches)

(Groans)

(Panting)

You're gonna be okay.

Frank.

Listen to me.

I forgive you.

I'm so sorry.

You're gonna be okay, all right?

(Frank) And be strong for me.

(Soft voice)
Can you do that for me?

Yeah.
(Groaning)

(Liquid sloshing)

Harrison, you used to be
an army surgeon, right?

I've mined some lead before.

It's been a while, kid.

(Groaning)

It's gonna be all right. Hey.

Hey. It's gonna be all right.

I need you to be strong
for me, all right, baby?

Frank. Do us both a favor
and go outside.

(Harrison) Now, missy.

You're gonna be okay.

I'm gonna make
a little incision,

and then I'm gonna dig
for that bullet.

Now it's gonna be a pain
you've never felt before.

- Hang on.
- (Flesh squelches)

(Screaming)

(Rapid breathing)

- (Harrison grunts)
- (Screams)

(Groaning)

(Harrison) You did good.
You'll be okay.

Hey.

Is Ma gonna be all right?

Uh, she's recovered,
but she got hurt real bad.

And, uh... Well, Harrison?

(Frank) Is she all right?

She lost a lot of blood,
but I patched her up.

She's strong, she'll be okay.

- When can we see her?
- Soon.

But remember, you need your mom,
but your mom needs you.

(Man 16) Harrison!
Get over here.

Excuse me.

(Grace) Grandpa
told us everything.

Yeah, Paw.

Why don't you two go pick
your momma some flowers, huh?

I'm sure she'd like that.

- (Frank) Go on and get.
- Yeah.

(Frank) Hey, kids, I got
something outside for ya.

(Grace) Really, is she mine?

(Frank) She's yours
and your brother's.

- (Ethan) She's mine too?
- (Frank) Yup.

Oh, my gosh!

- (Ethan) Wow! She's so cute!
- (Grace) Oh, she's so cute!

Aw!

- (Ethan) Can't wait to ride her.
- (Grace) She's soft too!

(Ethan) All right,
who's gonna ride her first?

(Grace) I think I want
to ride her,

but I think I'd be too big.

Aw.

Yeah, go on ahead. Hop on.

(Ethan) I want
to ride her first, sis.

Here, Ethan, get on it.
Oh, she's so sweet!

You gotta put
more effort into it.

(Grunting)

Wow. It's way different
from being on a normal horse.

- (Laughing)
- It's just a bit lower.

- All right.
- You gotta be careful with it.

Come on, come on.

- Yeah, just tug her along.
- Come on.

- Just gently guide it.
- Gently.

- Come on.
- We love all God's creatures.

Be nice.

(Frank) Look at that.

You ever seen something
so pretty in all your life?

I missed you, Frank Connor.

Hm.

I never want to leave you
ever again.

Well, then, don't.