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* MTV

Bass is dedicated to justice.

Seems sometimes there's

hardly much room for anything
or anyone else.

Looking for a Moody O'Neil.

You set out to hang
an old Black woman

in a white man's noose.

Go collect your blood bounty,
up-jumped slave catcher.

I wonder how much blood
you left in your wake

on your path to freedom.

No more than I had to.

You are a killer, just like me.

Upon careful review
of the evidence,

I pronounce you not guilty.

You 50 bucks short, Florence.

I delivered a living,
breathing man into the hands

of a Texas Ranger.

Ramsey.

Who is Mr. Sundown?

Bass Reeves.

Mr. Sundown is cinco peso.

There was a boy
that I loved like a son.

I'm going after
the man who killed him.

* tense, ambient music

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You a lawman or an outlaw?

Today, a bit of both, I reckon.

My daddy said they're
one and the same.

Your daddy a smart man.

Every man has hell
in his heart...

some just more than others.

Go on, get.

* ominous music

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Whew.

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* Woke up one morning
on the Chisholm Trail *

* With a rope in my hand
and a cow by the tail *

* Ki-yi-yippee-yippee-ay,
yippee-ay *

* Ki-yi-yippee-yippee-ay

* Last night on guard,
and the leader broke-- *

Got him?

Damn it, Sherrill!

We need him talking.

Grab his feet.

Whoa.

Wrists and ankles. Tight.

* soaring, triumphant music

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Now, you'd best be
spilling them beans

before Mama don't
recognize you no more.

I killed Mama.

You two fixing to meet.

* quiet, tense music

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Enough.

Last time I'm gonna ask.

Where Mr. Sundown?

Holed up your Black ass,
I reckon.

But I say unto you,

it shall be more tolerable
for Sodom

on the day of judgment
than for thee.

Saddle up.
We ride for Glen Rose.

What about him?

Take his boots. Cut him loose.

His boots? What about his scalp?

Night's coming quick.
The man hurt.

Got no horse.

That a problem for you, Deputy?

Stupid is what it is.

Stupid and soft.

Thirty mile to Fort Worth.

Twenty to Glen Rose.

Brutal terrain, barefoot.

No way he'd get to either.

You sure about that?

Sure you don't get a vote.

Who here believes Zion,

that paradise of which we dream,

must be built in a faraway land?

Is that where we want
to deepen our relationship

- with the Almighty?
- No.

Is that where we want
to prosper?

No.

Such a powerful word.

One most of us have heard
all our lives.

It's been used against us
for too long.

So, why exodus to the Territory?

Why not say yes?

Why not better our lives
here and now?

If the answer is yes,
then the question is only: how?

The winds bring word
of prosperity up north.

A Black county commissioner
in Illinois.

A state representative
in Michigan.

But I ask you,

has some providence touched

our brothers and sisters
in Chicago

that does not deserve
to touch us, too?

Do they have a conviction
in Detroit

that we ourselves have mislaid?

I ask again,
why build paradise afar

when we can build politicians
of our own right here

-in Fort Smith?
-Yes!

Now, I say that's the true path
to the city over the hill.

To freedom.

Deputy Rogers.

You shine like a polished penny
in your Sunday best.

Thank you, Miss Esme.

Your words, they, uh...
they shine, too.

I reckon
you gave them folk more to chew

than their mouths normally hold.

- I hadn't seen Sally.
- She running a fever.

Some awful thing.
Day and a half now.

Tuesday, then?

Bass, he's not due back
for at least a week.

You and Sally deserve a night
for what's important.

What's important is
peace and quiet, is it not?

Mama knows best.

Mm-hmm.

Miss Esme?

May I walk you home?

It'd be a pleasure, Deputy.

Jennie.

Y'all come on.

Come on.

Ah-ah.

Let me tell you something.

I'm all ears.

Next time you shoot a man
in cold blood over my say so,

I'll put you in cuffs
and haul your ass

directly to Judge Parker.

-You mind if I share, too?
-Think carefully.

I'm not in the listening mood.

The minute we began
this expedition,

we was waltzing with the devil.

And the sooner you accept that,

better odds of survival.

For all of us.

Bass.

This is good a place as any.

I knew this Injun posse man

when I was first deputized.

We'd be out on the plains,

just like now,

and he'd be a-grubbing
and a-farting.

And I'd say, "Is that you
playing that buttock banjo?"

He'd just nod and he'd say, uh,

"Me do, me do."

That always soured my supper
something fierce.

What about you, little red boy?

You do?

You do, too?

'Cause I know old Bass,

he won't touch
a lick of my cooking.

Likely it's the bullshit that
spews out of your fetid mouth.

Well, I'd say you swallowed
a white man word.

I may know
the white man's language,

but I'll fight you
like the Injun I am.

Your Injun mama,

she must've done
a whole heap of seed swallowing

in order to grow
that white tongue of yours.

You want to jerk that iron,
half-breed?

Go ahead.

* quiet, tense music

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No more talking.

* Jesus paid it all

* All

-* Had left a
-* Stain

* Crimson stain

* Sin has left a crimson stain

* He washed it white as snow

* Jesus paid it all

* All to him I owe

* Sin has left a crimson stain

* tense music

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Mama?

Hush.

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* intriguing music

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Well, I'd say you're a bit
sooner than expected.

Esau owe me a debt.

I only aim to collect.

Ranger Pierce don't accept
armed company.

I ain't here for a cup of tea.

I'm a Deputy U.S. Marshal.

And I'm Pete. This is Puck.

And that giant there is Malachi.

Rules are gospel around here,
badge or no badge.

* quiet, tense music

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Expect them back.

Shiny.

This a-way, Deputy Marshal.

And mind the traps.

Never know when one will jump up
and bite you.

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* intriguing music

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Sorry, Miss Rachel.

Oh, I sullied the floor.

Oh, Jesus.

Now, where do you think
you're going?

All right. Bite down.

All right.

Okay.

Okay.

* uplifting music

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Aren't you just...

Oh, come here.

Oh.

Well, you have
your father's eyes.

Let's hope that's all
you got from him.

Are you feeling well, Jennie?

Yes, ma'am.

Isn't that wonderful?

You get your rest.

That's what's important now.

Thank you, ma'am.

We'll see you back at work
in the morning.

You were missed.

Even for a day.

* somber music

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Come on, baby.

Harriet, I want you to take
your brothers and sister

down to the waterfall.

Mama, who's that white lady?

Do what I say.

Okay.

That's quite the brood

you and Bass
have been blessed with.

Where are the little ones
off to?

-Why you here?
-And this one,

practically a grown woman now.

Hard to believe
I was the first to hold her.

Did you know that, Sally?

No, ma'am.

Jumped on me just like a duck
on a june bug.

Sally, get inside.

Don't be cross before
the conversation even starts.

What conversation?

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Trust you'll find
your way from here.

I could've found my way
from back there.

I'll be seeing you real soon.

* ominous music

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Decided to pay that visit.

You did.

Question is,
are you a servant of justice,

or rather,
some species of queer?

Neither.

Just here to collect
on what you owe me.

-What might that be?
-Fifty-dollar difference

between a pair of boots
and a man.

You rode hundreds of miles
for pocket change?

It's the principle, generally.

But I do got a wife
and five kids to feed.

Well, every dollar counts
in the game of love and chance,

don't it, Silvia?

I'm not sure
I catch your meaning

or that it matter much.

Well, hitch your horse, then.
Money's inside.

* intriguing music

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Come find me.

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Awful fine on a Ranger's due.

Well, I've become a man
of opportunity and enterprise.

Cattle, mostly.

Supplying the Yanks with the
finest beef you've ever tasted.

You let your badge
weigh you down, Bass.

Mine has set me free.

You don't know me.

Oh, but we've known each other
for centuries.

Double what I owe
for your effort.

You see my monster upon entry?

Never spied anything like it.

I purchased this land
from an old mining outfit.

When they failed to strike, they
considered it all worthless.

But the things they unearthed,

buried deep
like the secrets we keep,

giant beasts
who once roamed freely,

now resigned to the dark.

Only spoken of
in legend and lore.

Like Mr. Sundown?

Well, cock-a-doodle-doo.

You know, I was wondering
when the foreplay would end

and the rutting would begin.

Are you hungry?
Steak, of course.

"Unholy War"?

Well, isn't that
just delightful?

I wrote it.

Did you, now? All by yourself?

I'm gonna be a poet.

Your mother fancied
her letters, too.

I taught her, of course.
Wasn't an easy task.

Some folks fancy
some fine words,

think they know every book.

You've had your time.

Now, if you don't mind,
I got a wagonload of goods

to unpack
and four more kids to corral.

George is doing well,
politicking his sweet heart out.

Seems to forever be
in Austin, however.

And these laws
they're fighting to pass.

I suppose they're good
for some folks,

not so good for others.

Do you have an opinion?

No.

You should.

She's such a precious thing
even as sick as she is.

What a joy it will be
to have her

and your children back home.

This is they home.

They're not my laws,

-but they arrive all the same.
-Sally, get upstairs.

- She's fine.
- Sally.

You'll feel better
soon, sweetheart.

* contemplative music

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You need to leave my house now.

I can see my generosity
is not appreciated.

-Generosity.
-Why, yes.

There are men who conspire
to root you out from your land.

And they got their tails up.

Surely, you know this.

Oh, dear.

You've seen it, haven't you?

In town?

-You're a wretched woman.
-Wretched?

Would a wretched woman
offer your children

the opportunity to tend
my beautiful home?

Or would you prefer that they be
turned out as field niggers?

Oh, my.

Get out, devil.

Now!

* atmospheric music

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Made quite an impression.

Didn't I?

You did.

Just maybe not
the one you wanted.

I reckon folks ain't ready
to stray too far

from the safety of silence.

I am.

Are you, now?

What changed?

Nothing yet, but the laws will

if we don't fight back.

They'll take it if you let 'em.

And we ain't gonna do that.

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There you go, Bass.

A touch warm in here, isn't it?

Hadn't noticed.

We often get a breeze
at this hour.

A beautiful night.

Stars are out.

Cows seem antsy.

A Chinaman once told me
that terror...

tenderizes the flesh.

He was referring
to dogs, of course--

it's a delicacy in the Orient--

but I decided to employ
the practice here.

You be the judge.

Judgment ain't my jurisdiction.

Jury and executioner, then.

And?

Better than dog, I imagine.

Well, dog tastes like shit.

So does this steak.

I admire your steel, Bass.

Your brevity.

Everything about you, really.

What's your grift, Esau?

Careful now.

Curiosity killed the deputy.

I've been enjoying your company
so far.

Saw that safe
all chock with greenbacks.

More money than I'd earn

arresting every outlaw
in the territory.

Twice.

Count me interested.

Are you, now?

No king built
much of a kingdom alone.

You know, Bass,
when I accepted that man

was no more, no less
than the animals that we hunt,

corral and consume,

regardless of race or station,

I decided dominance was
my only path forward.

You know this to be true, too.

But you still wrestle
with the religion.

Indoctrinated to keep you weak.

You shed that,
you'll truly experience freedom.

God's never been further
from my grasp.

Well, God is always in mine.

I arrest the
"will not be missed."

Sadly, all Black thieves
and killers.

I deliver their boots.

Their bodies are worth
far more than the difference.

Now, the myth of Mr. Sundown,

that's taken a fanciful flourish
from reality.

Not that I mind.

* dramatic, tense music

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I'll be the biggest supplier
of beef

from the Atlantic
to the Pacific.

Off the backs of wanted men.

Off the backs of dead men,
far as anyone cares.

Still, I ask you,
would you rather swing

from a government gallows
or eat my food, breathe my air,

sleep in my quarters?

Cost seem high,

even for a life already lost,

or one they're just
renting from you.

Blood, sweat,
little bit of pain.

Pennies on the dollar when
a rope's your only alternative.

***

Home as promised.

Seems starved.

Oh, yeah, she is.

Bass?

You care to do the honors?

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Do you believe
in what I'm building?

Do you?

Yes.

Yes, what?

Yes... sir.

Have I not been patient?

Yes... sir.

Bass.

Go ahead, unshackle him.

* tense, ominous music

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Well...

now for you, Bass.

What?

Time to bear those chains again.

You're the real monster.

Well, yes.

You should've known better
than to take me for a fool.

Just as I should've known better

than to think of you
as more than a slave.

We've known each other
for centuries.

* dramatic, rhythmic music

Goddamn, kid.

***

* tense, ominous music

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Just leave me be.

Almost got it.

Goddamn it, just leave me be.

***

Devil's got me by the hand, kid.

If it ain't the gallon of blood
I've gushed,

then it's gonna be
the damn fever.

And that ain't no way to die.

Jesus, Sherrill.

I might be a right prick

about you people,

but I ain't stupid about lawmen.

You're gonna make one hell
of a Deputy Marshal.

You go save Bass.

Go on. Get out of here. Go.

* tense, suspenseful music

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Get.

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* somber, atmospheric music

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He got Pistol. Headed that way.

* suspenseful, dramatic music

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Free those men.

* quiet, tense music

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Legend is yours, Bass Reeves.

The light in the storm.

Death is the only light
in this darkness.

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* contemplative music

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-Go and help the others.
-Okay.

Sherrill?

***

* atmospheric music

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* soaring, triumphant music

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Take these men someplace safe.

Somewhere free.

I hear Kansas good.

No one's gonna ever know...

that you made history today,
Deputy Reeves.

Come on.

***

I reckon Sherrill
would want you to have this.

It's yours.

I'll tell Parker you earned it.

First...

...you ought to stop
in Checotah.

Go marry that pretty girl.

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* soft, gentle music

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I'm home.

Every part of me.

And me.

Forever.

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* "Unholy War" by Jacob Banks

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* Unholy war

* My demons are coming

* Boy, you better run

* Go take your freedom, oh, no

* Wade in the water

* Be gone by morning

* Don't you let them
find you here *

* Oh, no

* Let love lead you home

* Oh, no

* Let redemption keep you warm

* So you better run

* atmospheric music

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